I am getting ready to masturbate again. I pull up out of my mind my imaginary friend Linda. She understands me, understands my desire to be seen and in the control of others. The longer I play with myself, the longer I can excite myself without cumming, the clearer she becomes. If I manage to last long enough, she can become so close to real. To slow down, to make it last, today I am going to use hair ties. I start with one around my balls, separating them from my body. My cock lies flaccid in my palm and I start to slide my hand up from my balls. Stroke up with the left hand, stroke up with the right. Only up, not down. Close my eyes.
Linda and I are going to join a swingers club. Club might be a bit strong. We'll make three couples. We are friends with Rob and Jane, and they have been swinging with Mike and Marcia for some time. Tonight, we are going to join them. Linda is wearing her little black dress, fishnet stockings, matching black and red lingerie. I'm wearing all black too, except for the panties I have on which match Linda's.
Rob and Jane are waiting for us as we arrive. They stand in the front doorway and watch us come up the front walk. I feel the slick material of my panties twitching across my ass as I walk. Rob and Linda take us into their family room, down in the finished basement. There we met Mike and Marcia for the first time. They were sitting on one of those sectional couches, and this one was formed into a U shape. There was a bar along one wall and the wall opposite the couch was a gigantic video screen.
We had drinks and chatted about swinging: how we got started, what we had done. Rob, Jane, Mike and Marcia had been swinging together for about a year. They began meeting on weekends, sometimes in hotels. Each meeting one of the couples was responsible for the entertainment. Since this was our first time, Linda and I were expected to provide the entertainment. We had nothing with us: no toys, no games, no videos, nothing. So we agreed to do whatever they said as a way of introducing ourselves.
"Undress each other for us to see." Linda and I stood in front of the couch. She went first: she slipped behind me and started to unbutton my shirt. I stared straight at the four of them staring at me. Linda lifted my shirt up off my shoulders, slid it down my arms, and tossed it into the corner. She knelt at my feet and my shoes and socks soon followed. She unbuttoned my trouser and they dropped to my ankles.
"He's wearing panties!"
At this point, I have gotten quite chubby. My hands just rubbing up. So I take another hair-tie and place it at the bottom of my shaft. It partially covers a very sensitive spot and constricts my shaft. I run my finger tips up and down my entire cock. The hair-tie lessens the pleasure without spoiling it completely. I continue to stroke with just my fingertips. I close my eyes.
"We like to wear matching underwear. Sometimes I wear boxers and sometimes he wears panties," said Linda as she ran her hands up and down my leg. I blushed, looking at the four of them staring at me. I could feel their eyes roaming all over me. My cock arched behind the stretchy blue material. The grey lace trim darkened a bit with pre-cum.
"So you're wearing panties like that?"
"A matching set."
Oh do let us see. Keep yours on and undress her."
Linda and I switched places. I felt slightly covered by her body. My fingers unbuttoned her dress and lifted it off her. Her bra matched too: shiny blue cups decorated with grey lace. She was wearing grey stockings. I knelt behind her and took off her shoes and then rubbed the stockings down each leg and off. I heard her breathing change and I knew she was getting hot being so closely examined by the four on the couch. Her bra followed and we stood there in our matching panties, fully exposed to old friends and total strangers.
"Oh let us take off the rest. Come stand between us" Linda and I walked into the open space between the sides of the couch. We faced each other, only a few feet apart. Rob and Jane sat on either side of me and Linda was flanked by Mike and Marcia. They reached up together and slid Linda's panties down around her ankles. Jane lowered mine and my hard cock sprang out. They both ran their hands freely over me. I couldn't tell Bob's touch from Jane's. I watched Mike and Marcia feel Linda. Cup her breasts, caress her ass, and press against her clit. She parted her legs and they both entered a finger into her. I felt two hands on my ass and two rubbing all over my cock. Linda's eyes glazed with desire but she still stared at my cock.
Suddenly, Marcia jumped up. "I can't stand it. Linda, these nasty boys are going to make a mess and I want you clean. Let me be first." She kissed Linda's neck, gently stroked her breast. When she pinched Linda's nipple, Linda's eyes closed. "Have you ever been with a girl before?" Her hand slipped down to cup Linda's mons. "Won't you let me make love to you?" Linda turned her head and kissed Marcia on the mouth. "Undress me."
A first orgasm tried to surge up my shaft, but the hair-ties slowed it to a stop. The release never got all the way out. It left my cock bouncing in the air. I let go and felt the orgasm subside. When my cock lay down, I added another hair-tie before I took it up again and stroked, slowly lightly, barely. The ties covered the lower part of my cock and squeezed harder the bigger I got. My fingers tickle my balls. I close my eyes.
