Swingers Part 1.0

I have popped one of my own cherries (which at this stage in my life is rather spectacular, if you ask me). I went to a swingers party. A. Swingers. Fucking. Party. (the "fucking" was not merely put there as emphasis but as an act, one that was fast, furious & frequent at this party) Let me walk you through this evening of voyeuristic pleasure...


The location


It was a benign suburban home, like any other on that block. When we approached, a jiggling bounce house was apparent, to which the carmates and I commented, "A mother fucking bounce house?? Dayam, these people crank it up!" As we approached the bounce house, the sounds of squealing children echoed from it, to which the carmates and I said, "What the fuck?!" Thankfully, the bounce house was NOT for the swingers party, I mean really, that would have been really weird. And wrong. Mostly wrong. Yes, definitely wrong. 


Upon entering the home, which was softly lit by candles throughout, several people socializing here and there. It was like any other party, apart from the mattress adorned with a black sheet in the middle of the livingroom. This was very comforting. Perhaps I should chalk out what was the possible scenario in my mind...


Possible Scenario


Swingers (not the movie nor the restaurant, both of which I heartily endorse) are a subculture about which many disparaging comments are made. The overall spread belief is that swingers are whores who don't value their relationships and therefore willy nilly swap their partner for random, fleeting sex with others. It brings to mind pornos about orgies, nameless, faceless people engaging in these moments without remorse, without caring for the brief sexual encounters. I had never really thought about swingers as a subculture or as people one way or the other until I met actual swingers. All of the swingers I have met are kind, caring people, which clearly contradicts the erroneous notion that's highlighted above. This is why attending a swingers party (outside of my depraved desire to watch live porn) was so appealing to me. It was an opportunity to observe this subculture up close and personal, not to mention connect with the individuals (hopefully - let's not get into my paranoia about not being able to connect with people for whatever reasons). I truly enjoy up close and personal observation of people and groups, an inevitable offshoot of my lifelong love of social psychology, or actually it's not an offshoot at all, it IS social psychology, or some might say anthropology. WTF am I talking about?? Okay, back to the subject at hand...


Countless porn scenes wandered through my brain in anticipation of what this evening might entail, what I might witness. Despite the details given by the kind people accompanying us (who are veterans of this group), I still somewhat expected to open the door and have naked people roaming the halls, grabbing people at random and copulating right there, possibly interfering with my need to visit the restroom or something. (don't ask)


Reality


The reality was that this was a group of amazingly respectful people, not interested in making anyone uncomfortable, or playing games, but in having a good time, pure and simple. The "action" didn't start until an hour after our arrival, sufficient time for people to be comfortable with the attendees. 


Beginnings


The "action" or "live porn" as I like to call it, started with a beautiful woman choosing three women to lick whipped cream off her breasts and pubic bone. It was more playful than erotic, other than her sensual figure, which let's be honest, nakedness makes things hotter (in general). This evolved into another volunteer and more licking, though it became more sexualized, more primal, and the lingering sex in the air became alive, arousing the senses, pulling the dark desires out of each watching wallflower. It was as if the guests were breathing collectively, enhancing each lick, each moan, desirous eye roll, making girls wet and boys hard. 


Action


People paired off and went into the themes rooms (one all black, with black lights and day-glo necklaces, bracelets and the like strewn about, the other all white, softly lit, angelic). Two "couples" of people in each room seemed common, along with the throng of watchers hovering around the small doorway to catch a peek. A blow job in the corner, finger fucking on the washing machine, and fucking... lots and lots of fucking. A veritable fuckapalooza. Groans, moans, grunts, screams, sighs, skin smacking skin (in that sex way, not the spanking way), slurping, giggling, creating a tornado of sex spiraling around the house, elevating the mood, the sense of pleasure for participants and viewers alike. 


The Main Event


The Hammer is an unassuming man with a quiet confidence, ease with himself and respectful banter with those around him. What isn't so apparent is that he's a former porn star with a 13" cock (that's right kids, thirteen inches. Thirteen motherfucking, oh my fucking god, I'm scared to fucking shit of it inches). At center stage (the bed in the middle of the living room), he takes Nina. My curiosity is beyond piqued as to how he can wield such a monster, and mostly how she can take it, without severe injury. He's surprisingly gentle, responding to her words, sounds, body, to not take her too quickly. That doesn't last for long. He lifted her legs and began to push deep inside her, the grunts and groans emanating from her, she was struggling, or loving it (so hard to tell sometimes). Then she called out for someone, "I need to be choked!" *eyebrow raises, smirk appears* Choked? Oh yes.... bursting forth from another room came an eager assistant, hand raised, approached her throat, and choked her... rather well. Her face and body immediately relaxed, a look of pleasure, tranquility, yet intensity on her face. This was a team fucking sport. After she was well relaxed, he flipped her over to begin the dog and pony show... well the doggie style and stallion cock show is more apt. Her grunts and protestations were largely ignored as he took her lustfully, forcefully... my thoughts of the logistics erased as I watched this act of basic, carnal beauty. Each thrust and reciprocating scream or grunt were electric to watch. After their completion, and a round of applause from the audience, poor Nina was spent, exhausted, sated. She glowed. 


Pleasure for pleasure's sake


This party, this group, this swinging lifestyle reiterates something that's always been important to me - pleasure for pleasure's sake. This sex isn't about hang-ups, relationships, jealousy, anger, love, hate.... only pleasure. It's simple, elegant, and really I think necessary is many people's lives. To be able to accept that these moments can be carefree, sensual, joyous and full of pleasure for no reason than because you WANT it, is liberating.