California Reaming - A Woman's Adventures In Polyamory

D and I went for the second time to our "touch-junky" massage party, primarily aimed at the bisexual male. We got there about an hour or so into things, and already people were naked and lying about. Just what we like to see!

Our host A mentions to me later that he has never had three good-looking women at one party under his roof, so he is quite pleased. There are actually five women there, but two of them are quite large, I figured A was not including them. This is a man who abhors fat as much as I do.

The cutest girl was on her stomach when we arrived, getting a massage from A and various other people. Dr J they call her, she rides a bike too apparently. All over San Francisco. She has crossed the country several times as well. A slim, quirky looking girl, very pale. She is getting loads of attention here tonight. She's my type, I would love to give her loads of attention too. But it's intimidating to see various male hands already at work massaging her.

No room for D and I on the main mattress, so we end up in the bedroom, where A comes and starts to play with one of the guys. They don't mind sharing the bed. D starts to go down on me. It takes me a while, but he finally gets me off. Part of the focus problem we had was because A and his friend start babbling away in Spanish, and that is distracting. Maybe I should have started moaning in Spanish, just to keep us all on the same page.

If you aren't used to other people fucking in the same space you're fucking in, it may take a bit of getting used to. But hey, it's an acquired life skill, and I am sure you can all achieve it.

The night is warm, the apartment is small, as mentioned earlier, and we are sweaty in no time.

We migrate after this through the various rooms, out to the kitchen, where D gets himself in a row of guys who are handling each other, four of them. Mostly older guys, but two of them have absolutely fabulous members. One is really thick, the other is just...well. He just is.

So I decide I'm going to lean against the wall so I can watch both the living room action and the guys in the kitchen. A two-fer.

As I start doing this, two new fellows arrive. A's ground rules for his parties are that straight men cannot attend unless they bring a woman. So I figure these two fellows are bi. They give off the flavor though of being rather hetero, I am not sure why I even say this. Just a vibe.

So I get to overhear their dialogue. Both of them are rather young, about the youngest bunch here tonight. The rest of the people are 40s and up, probably. The two of them are looking around at the people, and now they're debating. Is it worth staying or not? Blah blah blah. They are uncertain. The taller guy makes a squeak about being "really sexed out" from the night before. Details are not forthcoming though. I want to know what a young and horny guy thinks is TOO much sex for him to handle.

Finally, the taller one leaves, the smaller guy sticks around. He's got an interesting haircut, buzzed up the back and around both sides, a mini ponytail on top. Earrings and piercings and whatnot. I like his look.

But before anything can happen on that front, A comes over to me, he is remembering D and I now. It's been about six months since he saw us at our first party with him. After a bit of conversation, he says, "I'd really like to take you into the bedroom...and DO something with you!" he exclaims boldly, loud enough that D can overhear this as we all hang out in the kitchen. There is a massage table here, which is where the four guys are centering their play. A and I are in the doorway. A picks me up and playfully carries me into the bedroom.

But once there his body doesn't seem to want to get hard. Turns out he has taken ecstasy, and it has parked him somewhere out beyond the back of beyond. This I find surprising, I had heard the drug makes one rather sexual. Or at least enhances your mood if you are in a sexual environment. A is mentally lively, and very verbal tonight. It's just his body seems to have taken leave of him.

Then one of his younger boyfriends comes in and really disrupts the flow. He is very gay, and none too hesitant about butting in. On top of everything else, the guy is naked except for these ugly socks. Ugh ugh ugh.

I migrate back to the other room.D tells me later that after I left the kitchen, he got fucked by one of the humongous guys. So the night is a success as far as he is concerned. Ditto me.

At one point A says how much he loves watching D and I, he loves my muscle definition, and finds all our play fun to watch, because we look good doing it. Nice to hear, I guess. A is really into thin, fit women.
Dr J is an interesting woman, but she seems to have no interest in playing with other women. So far at his parties, I have not seen women play with one another. But this is the girl I would play with, given my druthers.

The other attractive woman is early 50s, in pretty damn good shape. An ex-Mormon there with her husband, who is 70. He is not attractive, but bold, and gets his hand on my knee for the longest time. Then I get up, and make a point of putting his hand back where it belongs. He didn't ask permission at all. I should have nixed it sooner, but I am learning too. I don't like being outright rude, but still, I was too polite to him.

When I see the wife later, she's getting fucked by our newly arrived ponytail boy. He seems to waste no time. I am happy he hooked up with the woman, as she is not bad looking. Her 70 plus husband is watching it all approvingly.

Turns out Mr. Ponytail is an ex-Mormon too. Small world, they probably said to each other. Then they got down to business.

One wonders what the church elders would have thought of this night.