I have a special friend I will call Aleph. We meet in Vegas when we can, both of us swingers who live in different states. Each month brings a new story and a new adventure. We try to do so much in such a limited period of time. Caffeine is the key when I meet Aleph! We usually do not sleep until well after the sun has risen, and only for an hour or two before we part ways. For those of us in the swinger lifestyle, we have all different people that we "play" with that appeal to us in different ways. Aleph captures me with his eyes, his intellect, his humor, and his humanity. There is never enough time to do all the things we want to do while we talk incessantly; our never ending fascinating conversations.
Our last two trips brought unexpected adventures we never could have imagined. We do not try, we have no agenda, we just put ourselves into a mental zone and lose our inhibitions. We expect the unexpected, and magic happens. We do love the swingers clubs, and we can start the party when others are still absorbing the atmosphere. I love most when Aleph and I can engage two or three other men and he whispers in my ear what to do, while every ounce of my body is pleasured. No, this is not a "gang bang", but a natural occurrence where there is flow and rhythm, and choice in partners. Many bodies bonding together to pleasure me in every way possible. I am not tied up, no one is instructed to length of time to fuck my pussy or my mouth. Just a tangible intermingling of erotic pleasures, and selfishly I admit, all about me.
Aleph and I wondered if this could ever happen outside of a sex club, or without using resources from the swingers we already know. Vegas is the land of no rules, no rings, and no questions. We knew this was impossible without drawing on those resources, yet it takes away the natural flow of the foursome, too contrived, too many rules, too much structure. Then, without trying, this happened upon our return from one of the swingers clubs. (Not counting the number of times Aleph and I spend alone indulging each other). I changed out of the very hot little black dress and wicked high heels, choosing simply a pair of jean and a blouse. Neither of us ready to sleep though I believe it was around three in the morning.
I was sitting at one of the hotel's bars, contemplating going back to the room and sleeping. The female bartender was joking around with the man sitting next to me. I began to listen in on their conversation - simply showing each other pictures of their dogs on their phones. She was teasing him over his first name. I am very social by nature so I simply joined in on the conversation with no other intent than just chatting. The bartender had left and I was talking with this giant, 6'7", as his friend just simply sat and watched. I still am not quite sure how I did this but ultimately had him showing me nude pictures of women that were on his phone. I was not reacting in a way in which I knew he expected. I asked him to stand to show me just how tall he was, and he and I both stood and we quickly were in an embrace, arms around each other, and beginning to kiss. I cannot imagine how we looked to others given our fourteen inch height difference. He suggested going back to his room and I inquired about his friend. I told him to bring his friend with him. His friend had a priceless expression on his face. Two men who had not experienced a threesome, nor did they know I would turn this into an foursome.
