How To Plan An Orgy and Why
I’ve visited swinging clubs. I’ve had threesomes in the past. I’ve had sex with people I met in clubs, bars, bookstores, professional networking events, concerts, and sporting events. To serve sexually, I’ve had masters and Doms. I’m quite sure I’ve tried my hand at practically everything. The one thing missing from my sex life until I met Claire was a truly kindred soul. I’ve never had a female friend with whom I could tell all of my sexual experiences without fear of being judged, and then hear stories that matched mine. We met at a swinger party and have remained friends since then.
Over drinks one night, I asked Claire what she would do if she had the ability to create a real-life sexual fantasy for herself. Before I could finish my sentence, she blurted out the response. It was as if she could read my thinking.
“Let’s form our own orgy,” she suggested. Her smile was contagious, and her eyes gleamed with happiness. We concluded we owed it to ourselves because we’d both had far too many disastrous group sex situations in the past. We started talking about the specifics of our ideal scenario right away. There were only three or four men in all. We agreed on a minimum penile length and width: at least 8 inches long and 5 1/2 inches wide. We discussed the men we would invite’s preferred height, build, and age range. We both decided that we didn’t require any more women since we wanted to be the stars of our own fantasy.
We compared notes and emailed images of their faces, bodies, and penises to one other.
We chose a Saturday night that was 2 1/2 weeks out after comparing schedules. We placed advertising on websites that cater to hookups and casual sex. Claire and I meticulously evaluated profiles and responses over the next few days. It was simple to rule out those who didn’t meet the criteria: they were too young. It’s too late. Too conceited. Too ecstatic. I’m really too apprehensive. The tyrannical. Micromanagers, to be precise. The so-called “mansplainers.” All of these people were instantly dropped off the prospect list. We eliminated him without inquiry if one of us said, “Not that person.” We listened for enthusiastic respect for our boundaries: condoms are essential (why is this even necessary? ), no slapping or physical play, be aware of others, and don’t monopolise any one position, person, or place. We weeded out men who appeared to be self-centered and disagreeable. Men who were definitely turned on by being in a group were promoted to the top of the list.
We couldn’t believe how much we appreciated this opportunity to write our own dream as we compared notes and traded images of our faces, bodies, and penises. The process taught me that it was up to me, and no one else, to replace the numerous sub-par, half-hearted, dull, monotonous sexual experiences I’d had in the past with exactly what I wanted. Why not take advantage of the abundance of willing, eager men out there and create a real-life dream for myself and my friend? In so many parts of my life, I prioritise the enjoyment of others. My boss, friends, and family all have needs that I (willingly) prioritise on a daily basis; this one night would be all about me.
When the big night arrived, we checked into the hotel and double-checked that the room was suitable for a small group having sex. In addition to the bed, we hired a king suite with a spacious living area, which provided us with more places to sit, sleep, straddle, and rest. We repositioned the lighting to provide just enough light without becoming too bright. We requested additional towels and bed linens. Condoms and little bottles of lube were placed on both nightstands. Claire and I dressed casual but sensually, moisturised, made up, and got ready.
The men arrived on time, practically to the minute. We invited them to have a seat on the couch. As I began lightly stroking her, Claire and I sat on the bed and chatted with them. I stroked her shoulders and the top of her back with my fingertips, then traced her spine with one hand and asked them if they wanted to feel how soft her skin was. I kept an eye on who was the first to rise, knowing that he would most likely be our captain.Claire approached me and guided my body so that my back was to her. She unhooked my bra by sliding her hands from my butt to the centre of my back. When I turned to kiss her, I was greeted by three distinct hands on my body. They followed our lead for the following hour. We alternated asking each other if we wanted to try other things.
“Would you like to go on top of him right now?” I inquired.
She laughed at me and added, “Should you take a turn with two of them at the same time?”
“I think you’d appreciate how he feels within you,” I added as I motioned for her to come closer as I stopped to fetch another condom.
Everything on our private sex bucket list was ticked off that night: double penetration, double blow jobs, vaginal intercourse with all three of them (for each of us), kissing, fondling, licking, and orgasms for both of us. While the men took turns freshening up in the bathroom, Claire and I were happily fatigued and entwined in a loose embrace across the bed. They thanked us for allowing them to be a part of our evening and left together.
The sense of power we had was incredible. We knew that an orgy or any other form of casual group sex wasn’t for everyone, but we wondered whether any of our other girlfriends had ever planned an evening like this on their own terms. We questioned why, whether alone or collectively, we hadn’t done this sooner. This one evening, I told Claire, had encouraged me to take more action in other aspects of my life. What else was I capable of if I could make a fantasy come true? What else could I meticulously plan, plot, and carry out for myself?
That orgy had a positive impact on my self-perception. I find myself thinking about how I can make things happen rather than saying “I wish I could.” Since then, I’ve stopped passively putting up with coworkers I despise and instead make an effort to set clear limits. Instead of waiting for someone to aid me, I chose new paint for my bedroom and living room and hired a painter.
Even though I’d had sex in groups previously at swinger clubs, this was the first time I didn’t leave it to chance and timing. It also taught me that I had a lot more creative and control than I previously imagined. Perhaps I didn’t need to arrange an orgy to obtain this new perspective, but what could be better than deciding on a sexual fantasy and bringing it to life? What’s stopping me from achieving anything else if I can do this?
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