This is a true story that happened to me 15 years ago. Back then, there were personal ads for casual encounters on craigslist and other sites that have long been shut down. From today's perspective it feels like the age of innocence of the internet. A bridge between online networking and real life encounters, it was local, uncomplicated and surprisingly spam-free.
On such a forum I found a post of a lady who would host a party for a small group of consensual adults. She went by the name of Deb, and she was reputable according to the feedback from others. Deb would choose the participants herself. This would involve a few emails and a phone call within a week between the placing of the ad and the event. I was intrigued and responded.
The main purpose of the screening was to establish that everybody was safe, sane and genuinely interested. No pictures were exchanged (no credit card numbers or dubious links to other sites either), only mobile phone and email. The conversation was mostly non-sexual, but I found it incredibly erotic to talk to a woman who organized a party to have sex with a group of men. Setting the ground rules and building trust was part of the process. The reality of it made it more exciting than the wildest fantasy. I approached the date in a similar way I would handle a job interview, addressing questions such as: tell me about yourself, why are you interested (curiosity), what is your prior experience (not much). I was elated when Deb called me to confirm the invitation, time and place (next Tuesday, 7 pm at a decent hotel suite). My mind was still in job interview mode: I resolved to dress nice and to be on time.
Tuesday was a rainy day, and the rush hour traffic was bad. Luckily I had planned to leave work early. Deb has made it clear that she wouldn't let me in if I wasn't punctual. A smart way to weed out flakes. Stuck in traffic, I remembered what she wrote in her ad. "In this cold and wet month of February, let's enjoy a different wetness: mine. I enjoy the company of a few select gentlemen. I am insatiable. If we haven't met before, tell me about yourself, your interest, experience and expectation from this kind of party. I will invite only 4 people. I need to make sure that you are not a flake and that there will be good chemistry within the group." From the ad, the email exchange and the phone conversation it was clear to me that Deb was a very intelligent and articulate person. This made her irresistible to me. Sex is an intimate form of communication, and communication becomes foreplay to sex. Now I was prone to meet her in less than half an hour. My thoughts turned to the other invitees. Would they arrive before me? It was clear that socializing and intelligent conversation would be part of the event. As I understood, Deb knew the other gentlemen, so I felt honored being newly admitted to her circle. I had been fantasizing about Deb and her 3 musketeers as I humorously labeled them. What would it feel like to meet the group?
Finally I arrived at the parking lot of the hotel. I called Deb, and she gave me the room number and instructions. A minute later, she opened the door with a smile. I instantly liked her. Her physique was petite but not diminutive: a firm and toned body thanks to regular workout in the gym, dark hair, deep brown eyes, olive skin complexion testifying to her south Asian origin. Her age was impossible to guess (and of little importance to me), but she later told me that she had a grown-up daughter. She wore a mini dress with buttons in the front. It hugged her figure just right and gave her a both classy and sexy allure. At this point the event could have still been a fundraiser (well, it was in a way) or a regular social cocktail party. Two guests were already there (let's call them Portos and Aramis), the third guest (Athos) arrived a few minutes later. Apparently everybody got the memo about being on time.
Deb offered wine and chocolate, and the conversation started to flow freely. Kudos to Deb's selection process. She had also laid out the ground rules beforehand: Safe sex only, condoms required and no anal. Therefore I was pleasantly surprised when Deb spontaneously asked the group: "Do you like to kiss?" Athos was standing right next to her. Instantaneously he drew her closer to him and made contact with her lips. It quickly evolved into deep French kissing accompanied with touching in all the right places. Everybody was still fully dressed, but not for long. While Deb made out with Athos, Portos took off his shirt and and opened his trousers, so Deb could have easy access to his stiffening cock with her free hand.