JR and Mustang's "Sexual Banquet"

[Hotwife_Mustang]

Ummmm, JR? Do you have another installment ready? Your avid readers are waiting

[cum4me2]

Ummmm, JR? Do you have another installment ready? Your avid readers are waiting

From all of us vicarious players standing on the sideline holding our collective breath waiting to see or read of the action... Thank you!!!

[jrandmustang]

Finally, the event:

We arranged child-care for our son, and headed out before 9 AM for a day at the home of our new friend A, a widower who is our age and lives about 10 miles away. (We met him online, but it turns out he and Mustang went to high school together!) A is bisexual, and experienced, and knows a lot of people well enough to trust them.

J, our new t-girl friend, was already there when we arrived, dressed in a discreet and classy black dress, hose, and heels combo. J has been transgendered her whole life; dresses with her wife’s knowledge; and has now, in her 50s, begun hormone therapy. She’s petite and sweet. (She had shared pictures from when she was younger and performed on stage, and she was quite a knockout!) We all chatted over coffee for a few minutes, then A suggested that J and I retire to the master bedroom and get me made up.

I felt a little awkward … surprisingly not very nervous, just uncertain about first steps. J was not a take-charge type. I kissed her while I was still dressed as a man, and that helped set the tone. I think she was willing to help but reluctant to offend by offering more advice than I asked for.

I got undressed and slipped on my CB3000 (before it was too late!), then put on the sex-pot outfit I had brought: a white bustier and lace crinoline skirt, pink thigh high stockings, strappy silver sandals, and lots and lots of dangly bangly silver dime-store jewelry (including spring-loaded clip-on hoop earrings). Then, since it was obvious that J was going to be meeting the others fully dressed and not stripped down to CFM lingerie, I also put on a light blue miniskirt and a Marilyn Monroe t-shirt.

Then I explained to J where I was with learning about make-up. I’m starting to get pretty good with eye-shadow and mascara, but I’ve not yet found a foundation that didn’t look forced and fake. She gave me some advice on brands, and did use some powder to soften me up. I also let her do my eye-shadow, and she did something a little darker and more dramatic than I like. Then I put on my short auburn wig (I don’t look like a 23-year-old pole dancer and never will, so I didn’t invest in a long blonde wig to complement that style. I am not what I consider passable [as in going out in public], but I do think that once I’m dressed and made-up, I’m a believable illusion of a tall, elegant professional woman with a naughty side. I’d do me!).

We could tell that others had arrived, and J went out to greet them. I lagged behind, suddenly nervous again. When I walked out (heel-toe, heel-toe), A’s male friends T and M were there. I was introduced, and greeted, and welcomed, without any “elevator eyes,” which was part relief and part disappointment. I mean, I didn’t want to see rejection or disappointment in their eyes (“c’mon, A, that’s a dude in a dress!”), but they also weren’t looking at me like prime meat. Darn it!

But I quickly learned that that was part of the vibe of parties at A’s house. In fact, A and Mustang were busy cooking a large breakfast! I made myself a mimosa and found a seat and listened to the conversation.

Shortly, our domme genetic-girl friend C arrived, along with her male friend S. S was tall and broad, with a pony-tail and goatee … which is actually something of Janelle’s “type.” (When I’m Janelle, I’m attracted to large men who make me feel petite by comparison). C’s relationship with S seems to revolve around providing him with domination, bondage, humiliation, and a certain amount of pain. As I found out later, he was even less experienced at some things that were about to happen, than I was!

[doitforher]

Don't stop now. I want to know who got you out of that skirt. Can't wait to hear what else took place. Did Mustang enjoy playing with Janelle in the group?

[jrandmustang]

Thanks everyone for the support and patience. It took me big chunks of last weekend to complete this narrative and get Mustang's input. Then its taken me a while to get enthusiastic about posting it. I *needed* to document it, for my own purposes. Now, having lived it and relived it ... I just feel a little ... hungover ...

But here it is ...

Before we continue, I can tell already that I’m going to have to replace the initials with some alternative names. I can’t even keep them straight! For the balance of the story, our host is Adam. Our new t-girl friend is Julia. Adam’s male friends are Mike and Tony. Our female dominatrix is Connie, and her pal is Sam.

I failed to mention, that while Julia was helping me with my make-up, Mustang had changed from street clothes into a fetching black lace nightie, which she was wearing while helping prepare bacon, eggs, and biscuits for the crowd in Adam’s kitchen. Mustang was anxious, and keeping busy and changing out of “mommy clothes” helped.

Shortly after Connie and Sam arrived, they briefly disappeared, and Sam re-emerged dressed in a black leather bra and pink skirt. Of course, with his goatee, broad shoulders, and ample mid-section, he simply looked ridiculous, which was the point. “It’s humiliating,” he acknowledged.

By comparison, I was starting to feel rather attractive. I was aware that I was not very active in the conversation. (But what would you expect of a man who was experiencing being dressed as a woman in front of seven other people for the first time in his life?) But I wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, I was starting to enjoy just being Janelle – fidgeting with my jewelry, arranging my skirt so that the lacy stocking-tops were visible. (Although it is hard to properly cross one’s legs in a lady-like way with a hard plastic chastity device between one’s thighs!)

After everyone declined seconds on the breakfast, Adam suggested that it was time to move to the master bedroom. As people moved that way, I made myself a second mimosa; took one more sip to steel my nerves; set it down in the living room where I could find it again; and stepped into the guest bathroom to remove the skirt and t-shirt and reveal the “virginal” lingerie beneath. Then I joined the others in the bedroom.

I found myself in the doorway beside Julia. Off to the left, Connie was busy trussing Sam’s arms behind his back with a thick white nylon rope. In front of me, at the foot of the bed, the three men, all stripped to their underwear, were gathered around Mustang, although Tony was just watching, while Adam and Mike were fondling and kissing my wife, to her enthusiastic response.

After a few (30? 300?) seconds, Mustang made eye contact with me, crooked her finger, and said, “Janelle, why don’t you take care of Tony?” Grateful for the direction, I stepped toward Tony, dropped to my knees, and slipped my fingers into the waistband of his black boxer-briefs and pulled them down. He was clean-shaven, compact, and flaccid. I took him in my mouth and started to suck and swirl my tongue as he began to get hard.

Julia came over and joined us, standing up to kiss Tony, so I lifted her skirt and slipped off her panties. She was already delightfully erect, and soon, there I was, on my knees, dressed as a woman, sucking two cocks … alternately, and then simultaneously.

From behind them, I could hear from the squeak of the bedsprings and Mustang’s moans of pleasure that she and Adam and Mike were on the bed. My instinct was to want to watch her … but my view was blocked by two pelvises, and my hands were full!

The simplest thing to say next would be “the next hour was a blur,” but that’s not really true. I just don’t want to take the time (or compromise Mustang’s privacy) to construct a play-by-play. As Tony and Julia increasingly turned their attentions to each other, I saw Adam gesturing me over to the side of the bed. There, I took turns performing fellatio on Adam and Mike while they were pleasuring my wife. With both of them, I reached a point where I could tell from their thrusting that they were approaching orgasm – at which point they changed position. It was at this stage that I became aware of how tight my chastity cage was, as I was trying futilely to get hard myself under my crinoline skirt.

After a few minutes, Connie led Sam around the foot of the bed – arms bound behind him – and guided him to his knees beside me, and pushed his head down to take Mike’s thick cock into his mouth. He later told me that this was the first time he had ever gone down on another man, which I found very exciting to know. I thought I was taking a plunge into the deep end of the pool!

At one point after that, Julia and Tony were now across the top of the bed, and I moved up to hold her hands and kiss her while he brought her to orgasm. At another point, Connie began to instruct me as well as Sam. She unbound his arms with a single quick pull, and told him, “You lay down on the bed here, and I’ll sit on your face, and Janelle will suck you.” And we both obeyed. I lifted the ridiculous pink skirt he was wearing, and Connie pulled his black panties to the side, and revealed a quite long and extremely thick erection. I mentioned earlier that Sam is Janelle’s physical type, and even with him being dressed as a sissy and in a submissive role to a woman, I found myself as aroused at this point as I had been yet.

Connie was also facing me as she rode Sam’s face, and I ended up giving her a shoulder to grasp as she came … the first woman other than Mustang that I have watched in the throes of orgasm in twenty years …

Throughout all of this, Mustang had been engaged in a non-stop MFM with Adam and Mike. Eventually, Adam turned his attention to Julia, and Mike and Mustang suggested that the three of us leave the crowded bedroom and go to the living room. There, he suggested that Mustang remove my chastity cage (she had been wearing the key on a chain around her neck the whole time), and allow him to pleasure me. I wasn’t opposed to this idea – when I’m in Janelle mode, I think of myself as submissive and definitely not a “top.” The idea of sucking cocks arouses me; the idea of a man sucking mine never has. I’ve had a man suck me when I was already erect, and was relieved that I didn’t lose my erection. But I’ve never been sucked to erection by a man …

Until now. As Mike sat on the couch and I began to thrust my hips in rhythm with his ministrations, I got a mental rush of a different kind. I was looking down, past my silver necklace and my white bustier and lacy white crinoline, to my long legs clad in pink silk and my 3 inch silver heels, and in between, the incongruous sight of a fairly impressive cock sliding in and out of a man’s mouth … and I liked what I saw. I suddenly liked the idea of being a tall, sexy girl with a cock, being domme toward a man, fucking his face with increasing gusto.

Mustang was kneeling beside Mike, fellating him as he fellated me. I think Mike and I would have both been happy at this point for him to suck me to completion; but Mustang suggested that the three of us move back to the bedroom (which had in the meantime emptied out) so she could enjoy her second MFM of the day. Mike was all in favor … and in fact, indicated that he would love for me to leave him a creampie. Again, not exactly the mindset that I tend to get into when I’m dressed as a woman … but it was fun. It was fun to mount my wife … still dressed as a woman … and feel her, tight and swollen from her earlier activities, and look down at her while she alternately kissed Mike, and whispered to me how good I felt (in spite of the fact that I wasn’t nearly as thick as Mike and couldn’t fill her like he did! She’s still a cuckoldress!).

After I came, Mike offered to clean me. I declined … not so much because the idea weirded me out, or even because I was having second thoughts along with the post-orgasmic slump. Mostly, I just think I had reached my point of overload. I decided to allow Mike and Mustang to focus on each other for a while, and left the room to get dressed and join the others, who were out on the screened-in porch.

Once Mike and Mustang joined the rest of us, I was done for the day. There was some other activity, but I was content to sit in the breakfast nook, eat cheese and crackers, and chat … while occasionally looking down and marveling at my jewelry and stockings …

So, that was our “sexual banquet.” It wasn’t a gang-bang for Mustang; but she enjoyed two separate lengthy MFMs (or rather, an MFM and a MFT!). Janelle, on the other hand, compliantly followed the instructions of several different people, and sucked five different cocks in a single day, including four “new” ones – more than doubling my lifetime total!

Adam had done a great job of conveying to the other parties what our comfort level and boundaries were. I think everyone understood my submissive tendencies, and my lack of experience. (I hadn’t made it clear in this narrative, but my explorations to date have all been oral only. I want to experience being penetrated at some time, but I need to work up to that. I wasn’t ready last Saturday, and no one pushed me.)

And I was surprised by how much of my enjoyment of the day came from feeling like a woman outside the bedroom.

***

In retrospect ... no regrets. Glad we tried it. But also, too much overload, and not enough opportunity for us to enjoy each other's pleasure. So the "group sex" thing is probably not something we'll be trying again ...

[Hotwife_Mustang]

Now that JR has posted his POV, let me briefly give my perspective.

The event started at 10 a.m., JR and I were asked to get there by 9:15. This required that we set the alarm at 6:30 to allow time to get all the requisite grooming dealt with, greet the babysitter and get the kiddo settled, and then drive for 30 minutes to the location. Did I mention that I’m not a morning person? And it was Saturday, the only day of the week I can sleep in.

I went into the session anxious, and didn't really know what to expect or how I would react. "Worse case, would I have to take one for the team?" I asked myself, knowing how excited our host was about including us in the event. I had no idea about the attractiveness level of the participants in advance, and didn't know the protocols. I'd been assured that "No means No". Fine and dandy, particularly in a swing club situation, with 20 or more couples present, where I assume that a woman’s “no, thank you” doesn’t mean that someone else doesn’t have sex. But what’s the “real" expectation in a house party with only 2 biological women present?

We got to the location and met the TG, “Julia” and an older man “Tony” who had also been asked to get there early. I walked in, shook hands politely all around, and felt...nothing. No attraction, no frisson. Joy. This was starting well for Mustang.

JR and Julia went off to prepare Janelle for her debut, and I tossed around desperately for something to do that didn’t require getting groped by anybody before I was ready. So I offered to start breakfast. Gradually others started to arrive. The host (the only other person I knew there) was busy greeting guests and making introductions, while I fried bacon, scrambled eggs, and helped where I could.

Finally (while I was washing a baking pan) “Mike” arrived, and I felt the first stirrings of the day. Nice, middle aged professional, trim and fit, who looked a bit like a former President. He focused his attention on me in a gentle way, made me laugh, and, after breakfast, suggested that we slip away to the master bedroom with the oversized king bed.

(Oversized, hell. I’ve seen smaller skating rinks. At one point there were 8 adults, some heavy, some tall, some large and tall writhing on that bed).

I was reluctant (again, not knowing the informal protocol) just going into the bedroom without informing the others. I tapped on the sliding glass doors (most of the party were out on the porch, smoking) and gestured that Mike and I were heading to the bedroom. A thundering herd of people followed within minutes.

I stood kissing Mike, and the host slipped to his knees, paying attention to my “aft” parts. I skinned Mike out of his boxer briefs, and bent over to give him oral (and he was a mouthful, just sayin’). I gestured to JR to come over and keep Tony company, then my legs buckled and Mike, the host and I went to the bed. From that point on, someone was kissing me, someone was performing oral on me and someone was trying to stick a cock somewhere in my body for the next hour (and I think it was just 2 men who flipped around a lot, but I’m not sure). I completely lost track of Janelle, and asked “Connie” the Domme GG to keep an eye out for her.

Truly, details were a blur. Things that stand out in my mind: I was on my back, head back over the edge, and both men tried to slip into my mouth at the same time – I got completely claustrophobic and luckily neither guy was injured while I scrambled out of the position so I could breathe. I was straddling Mike’s face (who gives GREAT oral, BTW) in a 69, and then Connie asked me to hold Mike’s cock upright so her trussed subbie, Sam, could suck him. Ever helpful, I complied, but felt a bit of resentment because that was *my* candy at the moment. Later, I heard Connie moaning loudly. I looked over to see Janelle stroking her shoulder, while Connie straddled her trussed subbie’s face. She obviously had an orgasm, then popped up to say “Thank you” to Sam. Her momma raised her with nice manners!

At some point Mike, Janelle and I headed to the living room and settled on a blanket covered sofa. Oral sex was had by all, and once the bedroom emptied out, we three went back to bed to finish. Mike is bisexual, likes creampies and silky seconds, so Janelle was permitted to cum inside me, then Mike cleaned me. I asked how he would like to have an orgasm, and he wanted to finish on my breasts. Imagine if you will, me lying on my back, chest straddled by a man who looks disturbingly like George W. Bush, stroking fiercely while I exclaimed “not my face!” I had to laugh! But other than a passing physical resemblance, there was no similarity.

On further reflection, I’m glad that I had the experience of a Group Grope, but am not interested in doing it again. I found the presence of others distracting, not erotic. I don’t like having the sensation of another person unexpectedly intruding on a sexual moment. Not only was it distracting, but I felt some elusive orgasms slip away as a result. And I didn’t like having to share my candy with someone else! Can you tell that I’m the baby of the family?

I enjoy my limited experience with MFMs, particularly those including JR. If he’s engaged in the play (en femme as Janelle, or just as JR) it greatly increases my pleasure. I missed him in all the chaos, and was awfully glad to have a few minutes alone with him and Mike. We’ll be seeing Mike, and our host, again in the future. But I don't think I'm interested in "pulling a train" or a "gang bang".

Thanks for reading our adventures!

Hotwife Mustang

[hornedhubby]

Wow.

Thanks, Mustang and JR, for this glimpse into your explorations and for sharing it, yin, yang and all that. Very adventurous, very linear, very exciting to read, and touching as well.

Best wishes.

[doitforher]

Glad you guys got to have this experience. Now you know that you don't prefer the group thing. Thank you two again for the courage to explore this interest and for sharing that with us. You two are great!

[cum4me2]

Me, C4M...short for words....WOW! I need to fully digest this meal of erotica for taking it all in was somewhat overwhelming. Like drinking much to much and too fast the effects come much too late to be realized. That is until you stand up and fully recognize that your drunk beyond belief. Light headed, dizzy and staggering just needing to sit down and take a minute to gather one's self before proceeding any further...if at all possible?! Much, much more to cum but for now, thank you my dear hosts for such a lovely evening, I enjoyed myself greatly now it's off to bed to dream the wonderful thoughts that only this type stupor can provide. I will add I enjoy greatly getting it from both perspectives, this just rounded out a delightful feast of intense sexual hors d' oeurves.
As everyone has said and I much agree, congrats to you both and thank you for sharing with us your devoted fans and faithful followers along...

[viking68]

JR and Mustang,
I have been trying to find the exact words to describe my personal feelings and my admiration of the bond you two have. I enjoyed reading about your banquet. I did have trouble keeping who was who straight, but that is of very litttle import. It was much more erotic than I thought it would be! I have never thought or fantasied about male with male in any form so I was surprised at my reaction.
JR, I am impressed with both your candor and frankly, what I consider bravery, to set yourself up for possible ridicule, but to have the supreme self confidence to go with your feelings and share them. I am impressed!
Mustang, you are even more impressive than I thought! The two of you complement each other so well! I think you would enjoy a straight multiple partner scenario. I can see where the multiple partners and events going on would be very distracting. You might consider having your friend set up a strictly heterosexual group grope and see how it fits.
I am proud to know you two.
V

[Hotwife_Mustang]

JR and Mustang,
I have been trying to find the exact words to describe my personal feelings and my admiration of the bond you two have. I enjoyed reading about your banquet. I did have trouble keeping who was who straight, but that is of very litttle import. It was much more erotic than I thought it would be! I have never thought or fantasied about male with male in any form so I was surprised at my reaction.
JR, I am impressed with both your candor and frankly, what I consider bravery, to set yourself up for possible ridicule, but to have the supreme self confidence to go with your feelings and share them. I am impressed!
Mustang, you are even more impressive than I thought! The two of you complement each other so well! I think you would enjoy a straight multiple partner scenario. I can see where the multiple partners and events going on would be very distracting. You might consider having your friend set up a strictly heterosexual group grope and see how it fits.
I am proud to know you two.
V

Thank you, Viking, for your complements.

I'm not sure where you're going with your suggestion of a "strictly heterosexual group grope". My problem the other day was with "sudden invasions" by heterosexual men! In other words, the sudden appearance and intrusion of male body parts when I wasn't expecting them. I really prefer a more intimate situation with one or two men so we could be engaged privately, and I wouldn't be taken by surprise.

Just me - I know that there are other hotwives who had a great time as the centerpiece of an otherwise all male group grope.

HWM

[rs480]

That was freaky and very hot!
Wow!
Thanks, you two.

[viking68]

Mustang,

I'm not sure where you're going with your suggestion of a "strictly heterosexual group grope". My problem the other day was with "sudden invasions" by heterosexual men! In other words, the sudden appearance and intrusion of male body parts when I wasn't expecting them. I really prefer a more intimate situation with one or two men so we could be engaged privately, and I wouldn't be taken by surprise.

What I was trying to say would be something like this:
1. A nice hotel suite.
2. You and a group of men, for discussion six men of various sizes, body shapes and endowments.
3. Men arrive and remove their clothing. Your costume is your choice.
4. You give each man a number painted on with your lipstick.
5. You inspect the group and decide who is to be first. (this is your game so you could pick more than one.)
6. He and you go into the bedroom.
7. While you are occupied the other gentlemen just relax;play poker;watch porn
8. When you are done with someone you go out and roll a dice or they leave, roll the dice and your next guest is a surprise. The man with the corresponding number wins and is next. Of course you would have to have a rule about what you do if someones number comes up for a second time before everyone has a turn.
9. Repeat steps 6 through 8 until you have had all you want.

Of course there are bugs that would have to be worked out but that was my general idea. However, in this scenario you have variety and privacy. There are many variations possible here! I hope my ideas cause you to consider something along these lines. JR can fulfill any role you wish him to take. I will, of course, leave that up to you.
V

[Hotwife_Mustang]

Mustang,

I'm not sure where you're going with your suggestion of a "strictly heterosexual group grope". My problem the other day was with "sudden invasions" by heterosexual men! In other words, the sudden appearance and intrusion of male body parts when I wasn't expecting them. I really prefer a more intimate situation with one or two men so we could be engaged privately, and I wouldn't be taken by surprise.

What I was trying to say would be something like this:
1. A nice hotel suite.
2. You and a group of men, for discussion six men of various sizes, body shapes and endowments.
3. Men arrive and remove their clothing. Your costume is your choice.
4. You give each man a number painted on with your lipstick.
5. You inspect the group and decide who is to be first. (this is your game so you could pick more than one.)
6. He and you go into the bedroom.
7. While you are occupied the other gentlemen just relax;play poker;watch porn
8. When you are done with someone you go out and roll a dice or they leave, roll the dice and your next guest is a surprise. The man with the corresponding number wins and is next. Of course you would have to have a rule about what you do if someones number comes up for a second time before everyone has a turn.
9. Repeat steps 6 through 8 until you have had all you want.

Of course there are bugs that would have to be worked out but that was my general idea. However, in this scenario you have variety and privacy. There are many variations possible here! I hope my ideas cause you to consider something along these lines. JR can fulfill any role you wish him to take. I will, of course, leave that up to you.
V

My word, you've given this some thought!

I'm afraid that I would repeat steps 6-8 at most 2 times!

Seriously, I prefer a 1:1 with a man, or a MFM involving JR. It's taken me 3 years to come to this conclusion. Could be my age, but by the time that I am finally "finished" with a guy, I'm wrung out. I could probably take one, or even three for the team, and would because there were other men in the "green room". But that doesn't sound like much fun.

There was a brief "episode" at the group thing, where Mike, JR and I were playing together in the living room. The host tried to insert himself into the play, and I got angry. I really wanted to focus my attentions on Mike and JR. I had the option of going off with the host privately, if privacy were the only issue, but wanted to finish the day with Mike. I was polite, but firm, and he left us to it.

Truly, there are real joys in resting for a while, having a snack and a glass of wine, chatting and laughing, and then starting up again to explore each other. Very intimate, and satisfying on many levels.

For those women who've "pulled a train" as Viking suggests, do you consider yourself submissive? Do you get a kick from being "used" by multiple men? I can't help but wonder if my controlling/dominant personality is the reason why a group encounter (hetero or otherwise) no longer appeals.

At the risk of being overly analytical here, I work in a male dominated field, and am subject to the whims of the many men, around the country, that I work for. In many ways, I have to be submissive on the job to survive - I've been subject to the emotional equivalent of gang bangs multiple times over my career.

From my perspective, being dominant or controlling does not mean being rude or not caring how other people feel. "No means No" would be difficult for me to enforce if I were the only female present.

I'm just glad that I had this experience before my friend began scheduling my "gang bang" which by his definition is at least 5 men. I no longer want it. I'm refocusing my extra-marital sex back on the 1:1 or MFM.

HWM

[viking68]

Mustang,
You asked! Yes, I gave it some thought, based on your comments. However, I also understand your desires based upon your experiences. It was fun trying to write the fantasy for you!
I continue to wish you and JR the best lifer can give!
V

[54321]

Dear Mustang and Janelle Renee,

Thanks for a terrific post! Clearly, you guys know how to have fun!

Best wishes,

54321

[sophie_joy]

There is a "banquet" variation I have thought about sometimes. Women sometimes pull trains. Women think about six men of various shapes and sizes, as in Viking's scenario. But do men ever pull trains?

I know their cocks couldn't recover quickly enough to do one woman after another. But their tongues could. How about a scenario where a man at a party says he will give oral sex to any woman who comes to his room? How many could he do? Would women take him up on it?

[FWBinIndy]

Sounds wonderful! I love to hear fabulous stories of people enjoying their sexuality to the fullest.