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Fuck club I went to Rand's party last night. It was the first time I had been to one of his parties since June. I didn't really miss them. I've been going to them for maybe 2 solid years now, and I have always driven home disappointed in myself. It's taken me a long time to figure out why, and I still can't say with much certainty that I know the reasons. Rand's parties are orgies. It is a "fuck club." At every party, there are a dozen cute women who want to get fucked. I like fucking. On paper, this seems like a simple proposition. But it never works out that way for me. I've gone to his parties, and I've had sex with Andrea, Maggie, and my wife, Tricia. But I've never met someone to have sex with. I've always played it safe, having sex with women I know well. I would love to be more spontaneous; to meet someone new, have an instant connection, and play with her. I guess it is a fantasy of mine. Speaking of fantasies, that was the theme of last night's party. Rand and his girlfriend, Kerri, collected emails before the party from the guests. If anyone had a particular fantasy they wanted to fulfill, Rand and Kerri would do their best to make it happen. The problem with swingers is that most of us have fulfilled every fantasy we've ever had. There weren't a lot of requests. But the requests Rand DID receive were quite unique. One girl, Greta wanted to be blindfolded, lifted into the air by many people, and then gently lowered to the ground with many hands and mouths all over her body. I participated in that one. Greta laid on her back and about 8 of us lifted her into the air, and then lowered her down again. Back on the ground, we rubbed and fondled her entire body. Greta was in heaven. And, truth be told, she has a great body. People simply drifted away as the action wound down. When Greta took off her blindfold, only two of us remained. "That was wonderful," she said. "Who was fingering me? "That was Joshua," I told her. "Who was kissing me?" she asked. "Hey," I said. "You're not supposed to know." "Well I can ask after it's over," she said. Greta has been to many parties. I've seen her before but I've never talked to her. She was buzzing from her fantasy and this was a good and kind of funny conversation. We introduced ourselves to each other, and then drifted apart for a while. Another woman, Pam, had a fantasy to be strapped down, blindfolded, and fucked by every man in the room. Pam had an incredible body. I decided for myself, social inhibitions or not, that I was going to be part of her fantasy. I mean, what could be easier? There would be no conversation; no connection. You just put your wiener in her while she's tied up. For me, that's apparently really difficult. Rand shackled Pam to a wooden bench. She was on her stomach and blindfolded, wearing only a corset. Many of the men seized the opportunity to fill any hole they could find. This is what Pam wanted. Although I may fantasize about just such a situation, in reality, I couldn't get involved. I couldn't get hard. It was sexy to watch. It was exhilarating to think I may be part of it, but my penis just wasn't feeling it. Tricia and I watched Pam get ravaged. My wife knew that I wanted to join in. "Do you need a fluffer?" she asked. We kissed and I fondled her tits, knowing that once I got hard, I would go and fuck Pam. I really love my wife. But sadly, it just wasn't happening downstairs. "Hmmph," I said after a while. "I think I'll just go stick my flaccid penis in her mouth." Tricia laughed. I approached Pam, who was getting fucked by Joshua at the time. I put my hands on her shoulders and put my cock near her mouth. At this point, Pam had taken about 4 or 5 cocks, and sucked just as many. It was difficult for her to keep her head up. She mumbled something about needing a rest, and let her head hang forward. I massaged her shoulders for a while, and then just left the scene. Well, I thought to myself, this has probably been the most successful party I've ever been to, in terms of how close my cock has been to a new girl's mouth. It was hugely disappointing. I shared my thoughts with Maggie, who was dressed in a school girl's uniform and uncharacteristically wearing lipstick. "I'm just not relaxed," I told her. "I'm never really relaxed at these parties." We watched as Tricia flogged Pam, after most of the men were done with her. Then, Tricia strapped on a dildo, and also took a turn at Pam's pussy. "This sucks," I told Maggie. "My wife is fucking Pam way more than I am. She doesn't even LIKE girls." "I would say your wife likes girls a lot," Maggie told me. "Don't feel bad. Her penis is ALWAYS hard." That didn't make me feel better. If you're relaxed enough, I'm sure a room full of people having sex can make you hard. But if not, it has the opposite effect. And then, the more I think about being hard, the harder it is to be hard. I took Andrea to Rand's bed. I rubbed and licked her pussy for a long time. I figured I could please her, whether I was hard or not. But, eventually, my penis did wake up and decide to play nice. The familiarity and comfort of Andrea's body never fails to get me aroused. I put on a condom and fucked her. She was the only woman I had sex with at the party. Maggie and Joshua left around 11pm. Oddly, Maggie didn't say goodbye. I had a text from her shortly after she left. 33 years old and still a dumb girl What the hell was THAT about? I lost track of her when I took Andrea to bed. I could only wonder if it was more passive-aggressiveness aimed at me. Maggie has been unusual lately. I visited with Kerri and Jamie for a while. I also talked a little bit with Stu and Annette, a couple that has been coming to Rand's parties for a long time. I had never really talked to them before. Annette is a cute redhead with an awesome body. She was fully clothed all night, and said she was feeling feverish. When she left, I hugged her. "I think we should play together some time," she told me. "I would like that." "I would like that too," I said. "We're friends on Facebook," she said. "If not here, then maybe we could arrange another time." I agreed to that, and I felt wonderful that she was interested. Could it really be that simple? I wondered. Greta put on her clothes after a while, and made her rounds to say goodbye. I hugged her too. "I think we should play together some time," I told her. "I would like that." "Me too," she said. We kissed and it was great. In that moment, I knew we would be very compatible. My cock even started to pay attention to what was going on. I drove home from Rand's party - not, for perhaps the first time ever, disappointed. Maybe I still didn't have a lot of out-of-my-comfort-zone sex at the sex party, but I had two sort-of dates lined up with women I found incredibly attractive. In spite of my sarcasm about Pam, this may very well have been my most successful party to date. There is some weirdness with Maggie that I don't fully understand yet, but I'm seeing her tonight. I hope she can explain it a little. But I am, perhaps for the first time ever, looking forward to next month's fuck club. |
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