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by ocean » Mon Mar 17, 2025 1:20 am
Dawn; The strange bit; Saturday, party time. Mark has been wonderful, after all it’s his weekend as well. Anyway, dress up time; I thought cocktail dress. Shower, shave and perfume, to spoil a phrase. Dark blue satin A dress, below the knee with a discreet slit up the left leg to upper thigh level, only showed when I walked, zipped at the back. The top part was a triangular piece of satin, tied at the back of the collar by 2 buttons. Key hole from neck to waist at the front showing cleavage and pokies, backless at the, well you know, and quite a bit of side boob just to add interest. Black court shoes, dark hair down, red lipstick and my lovely cape for decencies sake. Mark suggested I might as well go ‘bare arsed’, so genteel.
Around 9 I parked up, Mark had offered to drive me but I thought if Mike saw him he’d rope Mark in. Not yet! There were already quite a few cars, some quite exotic. Mike welcomed me in and took my cape, made wonderful compliments about my appearance. Got there in the end. Gave me a rather large glass of bubbles and introduced me to quite a few people, ages ranging from 40 - 70ish. I might add, some of the older women were more exposed than me, and some of whom, shouldn’t be. There was quite a lot of pretty people, some I recognised, most I didn’t. Mostly couples, married, and attached. Captains of industry and government offices. I mingled, drank, got topped up, drank some more. One of the girls advised me there was ‘mood enhancing powder’ in the loos. Definitely not for me, anyway Mark would kill me. The party definitely had it’s share of diversity, in that quite a few gay people were openly flirting with each other, one guy was fabulous, flirted with me outrageously, said only I could make him straight, then put his arm through a very good looking guys arm and said, ‘maybe not’. I laughed and kissed his cheek.
My intention was, if it got to public displays of shagging, I’d slip away. Clearly just swapping. Not into orgies.
In terms of presentation, Mike had done a wonderful job, waiting staff were handing out the canapés and kept drinks topped up, one guy, a well known actor, although I suspect not as well known as he thought he was, tried it on. No thanks, I can’t compete with that much self love. He was actually offended. As Mike was mingling with a big fitted brunette, I was approached by a a very attractive Asian guy, who introduce himself as Ed, he told me Edwin, but please don’t call him that. His mother’s choice being an old fashioned girl. His father was a white English guy who worked with Mike in London and his mother was full Indonesian from Kuala Lumpur. I was unsure of the rules where Mike was concerned with other guys, but thought, let’s see how this works out.
How do I describe him; he was beautiful. Dark skin, clean shaven, longish black hair, almond shaped hazel eyes, white teeth, but his mouth was so…perfect, I was completely drawn to his lips… He stood about 5’10’, great build, his clothes looked expensive, wore a dark blue jacket with a couple of subtle slanting silver flashes, (would look great on Mark), white button down shirt, black trousers. He spoke to me, with an Oxford accent, I felt my nipples go rock hard - let my cool image down. He was gorgeous. He made me feel that I was the only person in the room. That is such a powerful aphrodisiac. What style.
I told him I was friend of Mike’s and a solicitor (not hired for the night), his connection was he worked in the finance area of Canary Wharf, but his father was a working colleague of Mike and a close friend. He seemed a bit disdainful of some of the goings on which had just started. So I actually suggested perhaps a tour of the house would be a better option, what a tart, I can’t believe I did that. Long story short, we ended up in one of the softly lit bedrooms, to see the view of course. That lovely mouth was soft, pliant and hid a very strong tongue. Just dreamy. Without ceremony, he went straight to the buttons at the back of my collar, how observant, and the zip at my waist. The front fell down, followed by the dress. Wearing only black hold ups and shoes, I stood before him. Hehe, a little shock at the absence of pants.
He was so gentle, took his time to kiss and caress my lips, my neck, ears, shoulders. I cannot explain it, but I was the most aroused I had been for years. My boobs got special treatment, biting, pinching as well as sucking my nipples surprisingly hard, wow. He gently pushed me onto the bed, undressed himself. He was very brown but a different brown to Ray, his arms and upper body were well developed, but… there was a slight surprise; his cock; around 5” and small balls. Compare that to Kit and Remi at over 7 and Marcus at 8+, ah well? Ed knelt between my legs and lifted them high by the knee, holding them up and out. I was completely open and exposed, no room for modesty. He lowered his head, did a double take at the sight of my tattoo, both for it’s existence and the subject. Did nice girls have them? This one does matey. I might have a scorpion, but he had a tongue like a snake, oh so good. Nibbling my clit and even biting it too. He explained that pain as well as pleasure can be enjoyable, he would show me. He did. I didn’t tell him my history, that can wait.
Eventually, he slid into me, I hadn’t been allowed to touch his cock. It may not have been the biggest, but Christ he could use it. Slow, steady and strong. He held my hands on the bed above my head and bit my neck, chest, boobs and nipples. I found a love bite on my left boob later, not pleased. He was very much a tit man to my utter delight, then explained the link between my nipples and my ‘cunt’, (I love that word, so expressive and stirring, so does Mark and Ray). He’s explaining to me?? I’m a fucking woman, I know these things you know!!!. He brought me off twice, two very big orgasms and he hadn’t. Incredible control, or maybe I just don’t turn him on.
Then the strange bit; he turned me onto all fours on the bed, climbed under me, clamped his mouth and teeth round my nipple and started to suckle, one hand was on my other boob and nipple pulling and squeezing. His other hand was up between my legs, two fingers inside my cunt and his palm rubbing my clit. That bit was delicious, but I was being milked. He changed nipples, same again. This guy was so different, what else does he know. It was so fucking horny, I was clocking the orgasms up. I fell across him exhausted. He got up got behind me and fucked me again, slow and deliberate, his thumb up my backside, soon to be replaced by his cock. Although unexpected, was actually really pleasant, I came again. I really couldn’t take much more. He pulled out and came on my back. Ed’s size and skills made the act, front and back absolutely comfortable and incredibly pleasurable.
We went to the ensuite, to clean up, and he did something I’d never thought of, he used the shower head from the wall, sprayed up into my cunt (that’s the word now), what a turn on, where had I been all these years? We lay there, talking. I like this guy. I said I owed him a few orgasms and gave him a long slow blowjob; he was going to pull out, but I finished him off. Oh the compliments just flowed. We dressed, went downstairs where he said he had to leave but would ring me, I said he didn’t have my number. He smiled, ‘Oh yes I do. We’re going to see a lot of each other’. He said goodbye to Mike, who joined me, smiled, asked if everything went well. I actually blushed and nodded. He said, ‘good’. Meet me in my bedroom 5 minutes.
I walked into a small snug area and was confronted by my new gay bff, on his knees in front of his new bff who was standing with his trousers round his ankles, blowing him. Intrigued, I watched, maybe I could get some style tips. They knew I was there but carried on.
The party concept was actually a bit more dynamic than Will’s parties, but very similar. Mike and I made out on the bed, a bit of an anticlimax after Ed, but pleasant. He had no problems with Ed and I, he had given Mike 20 questions about me when I arrived, hence him knowing all about me including my number. Mike said I was in safe hands, he was 42 and lifelong single. 8 years younger than me. What was I becoming?
Around 3, the party still going, I made my excuses and, though I shouldn’t have, drove home. This bit is bad, but when I drove up the drive, Mark got out of bed, came into the kitchen where I was making hot chocolate, bent me over the island, pulled up my dress, his hands inside the sides of the top squeezing my tits and I was fucked by man number 3. We went up to bed where Mark insisted I got on top, again, and reveal all that went on. I’m going to be sore in the morning.
A weird night. A strange night. We’ll see. Holiday with Ray and the girls on the 18th, yay!!
Love Dawn xx