Atypically Sexy

An evening of sexy fun typically starts with some flirting, a little kissing and groping, and your partner helping undress you as you explore one another's bodies on the way to your bedroom. But I'm not a typical girl and that's not how this story starts. Instead, it begins with my boyfriend and I in a bathroom at a house party, him helping me tighten a black lace corset and straighten my fishnet stockings while I clip my garters and touch up my smokey eye makeup and deep red lipstick.

"You look really good in that," he tells me as I slip the red men's button up shirt on over my outfit and push the sleeves up. I grab the open front of the shirt, pulling it forward and looking down at my cleavage spilling over the top of the corset.

"Thanks!" I answer, as I spin around to look in the mirror to check if the back of the shirt covers my mesh panties. It does, just barely, leaving the curve of the bottom of my butt cheeks exposed right above where the stockings end on my thighs. The mirror's reflection also betrays the lust smoldering in the gazes he is trying to conceal. I pretend not to notice and instead face him and offer a gentle peck on the lips. "You ready?"

We walk hand in hand to the bar and pour ourselves some wine. It's his first house party and while I'm a seasoned veteran, he's a lifestyle virgin who is also a shy introvert. Lubricating the situation with a bit of liquid courage will help relax him and only serves to emphasize my already outgoing, bubbly personality. We take the drinks to the couch nearby and sit side-by-side to take inventory of the room and the people in it. It's a busy night with several scantily clad folks moving through the space, loud dance music playing, lights low to create a club-like vibe.

"We should probably mingle and talk to people at some point," I suggest, a glint of deviousness flashing in my eye as I lean forward, making sure my ample cleavage spills a little further out of the corset already straining to contain it. I brush his thigh with my hand and lean in to whisper in his ear, "Does anybody look interesting to you?" He looks at me, arousal and anxiety dueling each other to see who will win out behind those bright blue eyes.

"I dunno," he says shyly as he breaks eye contact. Anxiety has won round 1, but I'm not done.

"Come on, let's go see who we can find," I grab his hand as I spring up off the couch and pull him behind, dancing off toward the music and the crowd and bumping into an attractive bald gentleman with a goatee as I do.

"Oops! My bad! Didn't mean to run into you. I'm Willow, by the way," I say as I reach my hand out, "and this is my boyfriend Damien."

"Nice to meet you!" the fellow responded, "I'm Ryan and I'm ready to dance! Why isn't anybody dancing yet?"

I laughed and answered, "They're probably waiting for you to get the party started!" He smiled warmly and began to scan my body with his eyes, making his interest obvious. "Hey, not to be blunt and overly forward here but..." I started.

"I like blunt and overly forward," he retorted," I smiled back, locking eyes with him while squeezing Damien's hand. "Ok," I quipped, "Whats your status are you single, here with someone, straight, bi?"

"I'm single and very into women, definitely into women," my smile faded a bit which he noticed right away.

"What are you guys looking for?" he questioned.

"Well, we are both bi and we'd ideally like to find a bi couple to play with that's interested in doing some of the same things we're hoping to do."

"Oh man," he replied, "That's not me, unfortunately. But if you're ever looking for a single straight guy to play with, I'll be over here dancing!" I touched his shoulder and we both laughed as he continued dancing off into his evening of debauchery.

I decided to check in with Damien, who I'd noticed had backed himself up so he was standing up against the wall behind me. "You doing ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's just kind of hard to talk to anybody in here. It's really loud and there's a lot going on."

I leaned in, brushing my face against his cheek and placing my hand on his chest as I spoke right up against his ear in a hushed tone. "There are quieter areas we can go to. Do you want to go to the gazebo?" I leaned back to lock eyes with him, that flickering flame of arousal was glowing brighter.

"Yes," he nodded his head.

The gazebo was the opposite of the dance floor. It was quiet, with the music from inside heard faintly in the distance, and a bit secluded. People trickled in and out, but there was no steady flow of barely covered flesh bumping into each other like there had been inside. It was there that we met Lexi and Jerry. They too had decided to come to the gazebo for a bit of a break from the festivities and asked if they could join us. We happily welcomed them, me patting the cushioned bench we were reclining on and encouraging them to come get cozy with us.

Lexi was talkative and vivacious with full lips and perky breasts that bounced in her sheer onsie when she became animated in her story telling. Her partner, Jerry, was a story teller as well but had an unassuming, quieter presence about him that was complimentary to Damien's. We got along right away, discussing the joys of Renaissance Faires with all the corseted women and men in kilts.

"You would look amazing dressed for Ren Faire," Lexi said, her dark eyes fixated on mine. "You have the perfect body for a corset."

"Thank you!" I gushed and blushed, embarrassed a little by how giddy a compliment from an attractive woman was making me, especially given such a compliment from men would not have elicited such a reaction. "You'd look pretty damn amazing in a corset too," I replied, placing one hand on her thigh and one on Damien's. "You'd look even better out of one," I continued, my hand inching up her thigh as I leaned in to slowly and gently kiss her jaw line and down her neck.

The decision to take the conversation turned braille upstairs was an easy one to make. Lexi and I were obviously going to be playing together. The only question remaining was what roles Damien and Jerry would play. It wasn't something we strategized. We certainly didn't sit down with a playbook and lay out a game plan, but it all evolved quite naturally and comfortably. Once everybody was horny and naked in bed together, we all started touching and kissing and feeling our way through what was bringing the most pleasure to everyone involved.

I laid on the bed, Damien laying to my left. Lexi climbed up on all fours to the right of me, her breasts dangling at face level when I turned my head. She wiggled her ass a little and like he'd been summoned with a beacon, Jerry went straight to work, diving his face into her pussy and using his tongue to build her arousal. Damien let out a little moan of excitement, this being the first time he'd been so close to another couple having sex. This time arousal was winning and he didn't waste time taking my nipple into his mouth, groping at my titty as he licked and sucked the nipple erect with desire, all the while watching as Jerry cupped Lexi's ass cheeks in his hands, spreading them wide so he could dive his tongue in and out of her sweet pussy and lap at her swelling clit.

The sight of Lexi's breasts swinging as she bucked back and forth against Jerry's face was too much for me to resist and I reach a hand over to cup her tit and used my thumb to start brushing against her sensitive nipple. The shock waves of pleasure visibly rippled through her body as she arched her back and moaned loudly. Jerry stopped his tonguing and told her to flip over, his erection bobbing as she did. Damien pressed harder against me, rocking rhythmically, still sucking on my titty.

Lexi and I laid side by side as Jerry used both hands to finger us simultaneously, deliciously circling our clits and sliding his fingers up and down between our lips but not penetrating into us yet. Gently petting two kitties until they purred together and begged to fucked. Lexi and I looked at each other and leaned into a passionate kiss, each cupping the other's breast and gently pinching and twisting each other's nipples, knowing we were each experiencing exactly what the other was simultaneously.

Lexi's resolve broke before mine. Hearing my moaning must have been too much because she broke away and buried her face between my legs, using her tongue to tap and flick and rub my clit while Damien and Jerry each sucked on my nipples and stroked their cocks. I began to shake and involuntarily arch my back as my body insisted on getting closer to her mouth. She slid a finger into my pussy, immediately finding and rubbing my g spot with a simultaneously circular and tapping motion that sent me over the edge and made me squirt. "Oh, now you're getting really wet," she said as she climbed up, rubbing her tits across my body, to kiss me.

I flipped her onto her back, kissing her back and making my way down her neck. "Now it's your turn, I said, "as I kissed down and around her breast, slowly cupping my hand around the left as I took the nipple of the right into my mouth. She audibly gasped as I swirled my tongue around the tender tip, sucking it taught. I let go of the left breast and traced my fingers down her belly until I reached the sweet warm wet spot where her legs meet. I slid my middle finger gentle over the mound and into the crease until I found that swollen little nub, throbbing with pleasure. I pressed against it slightly, her hips rising as I did. I stopped sucking her nipple long enough to tease, "Oh, found the spot did I?" and resumed gently nibbling and licking her breast as I started to rub her clit in a circular motion. I kept rubbing until I could tell she was desperate, aching for a release. Then I slide that finger lower, deeper, until I found that warm, wet, soft g spot, massaging inside her while my palm kept that glorious pressure and friction going on her clit - over and over and over until she shuddered and her waves of ecstasy clenched around my finger.

By this point, Jerry and Damien were both dripping precum. Lexi and I silently made our way over to each other's partner and with a knowing nod and devilish smirk to one another, began the challenge of who could suck off the other's man first. I cupped Jerry's balls as I took his cock in my mouth, slowly taking it all in and then licking back up the shaft and swirling my tongue around the head. I began to massage his testicles, tugging gently as I bobbed my head up and down. He placed his hand on my head, guiding my rhythm. I could feel his cock twitch and throb and I knew it wasn't going to be long before my mouth would be full of cum. I glanced over at Lexi who was taking all of Damien's cock. The sight of her round ass rocking as she pleasured him made me horny all over again and I knew that while this was a hell of a warm up, the sex I was going to have with Damien later was going to be the typical atypical, indescribably incredible, whole body shaking kind of sex we've become accustomed to.