"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" I was late. Stupid late. The kind of late that is unforgivable. I had no good excuse. I was talking with friends and lost track of time. The four beers I had consumed over dinner probably didn't help me out either.
I straightened my tie and dashed up the stairs of the house ringing the doorbell.
"Come on, Anton. Answer. Answer. Answer," I pleaded while knocking impatiently.
The door opened. I nodded at Anton, threw my coat at him and dashed into the waiting area looking for her. I texted asking her to wait for me in the main entry. She, of course, hadn't listened. Damn it.
"Sir, I believe your companion went off to the party with Ms. Gabrielle."
"Gabrielle?" I said raising my eyebrows. It was only our second time to the party, and she'd already found herself a regular side kick. I picked up my nametag and pin and raced up the stairs to the changing room nearly mowing down a couple that were getting ready to join in some swinger, exhibitionist and voyeur fun. The party always starts as a formal cocktail party where people can get acquainted in the lobby over drinks before it continues upstairs where they can pursue one another at will.
As I threw my clothes in the locker and put on my robe, I noticed the woman was staring at my penis. She was medium tall with walnut brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Charles, can I fuck him?" she asked not lifting her eyes from my dick.
I shot an annoyed look at her husband. I didn't have time for this. Charles looked at me, then down at his own penis, entirely uncomfortable.
"I don't think that's how this secret group swinger party thing works, April. Remember, Mr. Anton went over the rules downstairs. Something about the signs on the others' pins?"
Sigh. Newbies, I thought.
The locker room clerk, wearing a red teddy with black fishnet stay ups and fuck-me pumps stepped forward and looked at my tag. "According to the symbols on Sir's nametag, he's into control games, exhibitionism and voyeurism. So he'll watch, and he'll perform, but you can't join him unless he invites you. If he turns his pin so the green side is up, you can see about striking up a connection.
April looked disappointed. I guess I should have been flattered. She was a pretty girl. But I had bigger issues at hand. I read the clerk's nametag and asked, "Jenny, have you seen Gabrielle?"
She and another girl changed about 30 minutes ago. I'm not sure where they went from here.
I dashed out of the changing room and searched the bar area. The bartender saw me and cracked a beer open. It had been three weeks since we were first here. I'm not sure how he remembered my order. It was kind of impressive. "The girls said you might want one of these."
Ahhhh, that made sense. "Any idea where they went?"
"They were giggling and carrying on like teenagers. So I would assume they went to watch somewhere," the bartender answered back.
"Keep that cold for me while I find them, okay?" I asked him as I headed back into the hall. They weren't watching activities in any of the rooms so they had to be in one of them. I sighed. Who knows what kind of mess I was going to find her tangled up in.
I peered into the group room. Gabrielle's husband was lying back on a bed covered in about a half dozen Latin men, again. He certainly had a type. Three men were seated in the hall watching them stimulate each other. I looked into the partner room. A tall dark-haired woman with giant breasts was wearing a strap-on was fucking a small Asian woman in the ass on a mat on the floor. She was howling like a beast as she got off.
I went into the performance room where I was sure I'd find them sitting in the corner comfy chairs observing. And although there were about a dozen couples in the room watching what looked like some kind of acrobatic Eastern European gymnast get it on with a meaty black man with quite possibly the thickest penis head I'd ever seen, they weren't there.
"I've seen you here before," someone said to me. I looked down to find a petite, red-headed woman in her mid-40's. She looked vaguely familiar. "I'm Nicole."
"Good evening. I don't mean to be rude. I'm just looking for my partner. She's on the small side, fit, long hair, blue eyes, traveling with a raven-haired goddess. I don't suppose you've seen them?" I asked.
"Ahh, Gabrielle and her friend. No wonder you looked flustered. They were headed down to the specialty room 15 minutes or so ago."
"Great! Thanks." I said hurrying away. Before I got too far I turned around and asked, "What is tonight's specialty?"
"Pretend play," she said.
This was going to be interesting. My girl, she has quite the imagination.
I ran through the locker room and down into the main lobby. A piano player was in the corner playing jazz while Mr. Anton put out desserts and coffee. I entered the specialty room to find various plexiglass chambers. A couple in the first room was acting out some kind of school teacher/student roleplaying act. There was a ruler and a man's completely, red, bare ass in view as I walked by.
The next room appeared to be a man dressed as a pony and a woman wearing nothing but riding boots and a hat. She ordered him around cracking the riding whip occasionally. The sound of it sent a chill up my back and made my dick a little hard. Who knew that would turn me on?
I looked across the hall and saw a woman lying on a table naked and covered in sushi. Men were all around her with chopsticks. This was one of my fantasies, so I stopped. They'd filled her belly button with soy sauce and were dipping small pieces of sushi into it before they ate. She was perfectly still, covered in edible body paint, and she was the most beautiful platter I'd ever seen. One man poured champagne onto her delicate folds and began to go down on her lapping up the alcohol. Another man leaned over and talked to her. She didn't say anything but nodded. He dipped a piece of sushi, put half of it between his lips and fed it to her in a bit of a kiss. She chewed and when she was done. He kissed her on the lips again and then on the forehead. I shook my head, remembered the task at hand, and looked into the last stall. There Lover was lying on her back in a hospital gown that was open in the front. She was blindfolded and held a jack rabbit sex toy between her legs. A man, wearing white brief underwear and a white lab coat, who was much younger and more built than I, had crawled up onto the exam table and was kissing and sucking on her nipples.
I drew in my breath as I watched him pull out nipple clamps from his pockets, apply them and play with them. My mouth dropped open. She had to know that it wasn't me. The kid didn't even have a beard. I'd never been jealous in my life, and suddenly I realized she was crossing a line, I'd asked her to cross by coming to these parties. I was going to have to relearn that she didn't belong to me. She was her own woman, who chose to be with me. But it still fucking killed me to watch her being pleasured by someone else.
Just then Gaby came to the door dressed in a naughty nurse's outfit. "Oh good, our specialist is finally here," she announced pulling me into the room.
I looked at her quizzically. I wasn't sure I wanted to play freaking doctor. "I've got the machine set up, sir. It's over there in the observation area," she said to me like we were in the worst porn movie ever.
I looked over her shoulder and there, on an exercise mat, was a Sybian and controller. I smirked. This was going to be fun, for both of us.
"Nurse, please prepare the patient while I scrub in," I said playing along. Gaby smiled at me and went to the table. The two nurses guided the poor blind girl over to the Sybian. I picked up a stethoscope and put it around my neck.
I sat in the chair in front of the machine. "I'm so sorry, I'm late." I announced to the room. Lover cast her attention in my direction and shook her head. Her mouth was somehow smiling and grimacing at the same time.
