The Sex Party

It was Friday night and Carson and I were getting ready for our night out. It really was no different than any other Friday night. Carson was taking an hour in the bathroom and trying on five outfits before picking one out. Only this time, instead of heading to the club, we were off to a sex party. Strange, but true. We were never the type to have an open relationship but we did like to expand our own horizons and try new things. The plan was to go view the evening’s events and possibly put on a show of our own. It really wasn’t my type of thing but I was not against it as long as it really was only him and I engaging in sex. Whoever wanted to watch could but absolutely no one else to touch either of us.
Carson was a true exhibitionist at heart and I knew he wanted to do this. It was a new experience for both of us that I thought we could try. We headed out promptly at 10:05pm to be there at 10:40 just enough to be fashionably late.

We drove up to large house off Wilton Drive, ironically with a white picket fence and perfectly landscaped grounds. Didn’t seem to be such a bad place, it even kind of looked like my parent’s place. We got to the door and walked right in. It was dimly lit and you could hear moans in the background. Carson and I walked around noticing people making out, groping each other, and having full-blown sex. There were slings, toys, condoms, and lube everywhere. Anywhere Carson and I walked we would gets stares, as if we were the new meat in town. After about an hour circling the house and taking in what we had seen, we decided to take a spot in the center of the main room.
There we began to make out and slowly undress. Each moment became more intense and slowly, but surely, it was on. We began having sex but to my surprise I needed more. My limits were being pushed and I needed it rougher, more intense, and Carson needed to give it to me. When I finally took a moment to look around everyone was watching and when someone came up to join in, Carson lashed out stating “this was a private one-on-one show”. The man replied, “this is my house.” But neither one of us cared. My body was hot and sweating non-stop. My mind was racing and almost flashing in and out of ecstasy. We soon climaxed and almost fell to the floor. I needed a moment to get myself together and get back up.

After getting composed we got dressed and began to walk out. Just then I heard a voice I had heard before and when I looked to my left I saw my former boss. There he was in all his glory getting ganged banged. A man I knew to be so prim and proper and pro-monogamy. I just shook my head and continued on. As Carson and I drove home we were in complete silence. I don’t think either one of us knew what to say. Whether it was because we were both worn out or because we were still in shock of what we had done, I don’t know. All I wanted to do was go home and take a shower and fall asleep.
As so when we got home we did. Carson and I took a shower together and washed each others bodies. It was in the shower that I noticed the scratch marks on his back and the bruises on my sides from him grabbing me so hard. I felt so bad for what I had done yet it felt so good. All I could do was hold Carson and kiss him. That night we slept the best ever and in each others arms all night. It was a night to be remembered.

That night I learned sex is an expression between two people or for that matter as many as participate. No specific act can be deemed good or bad. It’s all about mutual consent and respect. Who you are sexually does not determine who you are as a person. New experiences bring new outlooks and a new-found awareness and respect for what you learned.

You only live once, be safe, be bold, and have new experiences.