“There Was So Much Going On I Didn’t Always Know Who Was Between My Legs” (Three-Couple Dinner and Sex Party Part 2)

Ah, where to begin on this one? I recently blogged about my friend Calliope and me conspiring to throw a three-couple dinner and sex party, one of her big bucket list items. There was a bit of a back and forth to get the guest list all settled, but in the end we had an all-star line up. Adam and Jennifer, Eve, and my young, new friend Chuck would all be joining us at at the Airbnb Calliope had rented for the occasion. A lovely spot near the beach.

It was a great group, and I was confident it would be a great night.

After weeks of anticipation, the day finally arrived (this was last Saturday as it turns out). A last-minute flurry on our Kik thread saw Chuck again generously offering to bring whatever we needed, while Eve wondered if there was a pre-party because she was so ready to fuck, like now. Adam and Jennifer confirmed their wine selections. All was set.

Until Eve let us know, about an hour before the scheduled arrival time, that she had accepted an offer to hang out with one of her new friends, naked on the back of his motorcycle, while he and his buddies paraded, also naked on their motorcycles, down the streets of Santa Cruz. I guess they do this once a month or so. It was a bucket list item that Eve couldn’t pass up.

She told us to start without her and she wouldn’t be more than an hour late.

I got there a bit early and caught up with Calliope while we finished preparing and got the music set. Jennifer, Adam, and Chuck arrived on schedule, and soon we were enjoying delicious hors d’oeuvres (Calliope, remind me the name!), listening to our Mad Men-inspired playlist, and sampling the wonderful selection of wine Jennifer and Adam had brought. And the delicious Zinfandel that Tony and Michelle had donated in our honor.

That Michelle and Tony. So generous of them.

Appetizers led to dinner, a delicious three-course affair. Calliope started us with a bright fall salad, followed by pan-seared halibut and roasted potatoes, then a refreshing pomegranate-based dessert. Adam poured the perfect pairing for each course, and we enjoyed lively, sex-charged conversation throughout.

Eve texted updates, including a selfie of her and her guy friend naked on his Harley. Right around when we were finishing dinner she texted that she was outside the front door. Opening it, I saw that she was wearing a short, sexy black overcoat that showed off her fabulous legs. And bright red come-fuck-me stilettos. I offered to take her coat, but learned she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Did I mention I love how Eve rolls?

As Eve caught up with the plate we had saved for her we launched into an STI/testing/limits conversation (everyone was recently tested, no one was reactive, and we were very compatible in terms of limits and desires). I then launched us into a (single) round of Never Have I Ever, which I was planning as a bridge from dinner to the bedroom, having been stymied before by one too many awkward “who moves first” group dynamics. As it turned out, I needn’t have worried as everyone was a pro, or at least was very game, and all it took to get people going was a glance at my watch and a suggestion that we move to the sex part of the evening.

That said, we did learn that our 30-year-old, second-time-having-sex-in-a-group friend Chuck was the only one there who joined the Mile High Club. That in the midst of one of the most sexually uninhibited six-somes I’ve ever been part of.

Nicely done, Chuck!

Everyone stood up from the table, paired up and began kissing. Adam started kissing Calliope, Chuck was kissing Eve, and I was enjoying Jennifer’s tall stature and luscious lips. As clothes started coming off I discovered that the dress Jennifer had chosen that evening was equally apropos. It had a single tie, which when loosened opened the entire front of the dress, only to reveal that she too was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

I guess Jennifer and Eve were fortunate that I hadn’t chosen strip poker as our way to ease into the bedroom.

After ducking out to prepare the adjoining bedroom (those candles were not about to light themselves), I took Jennifer by the hand and led her to the waiting king-sized bed (which Calliope and I hadn’t been entirely sure would handle all the bodies that night!)

Normally I’m pretty zoned in during sexual encounters, doing a good job paying attention to what’s going on around me, and I’m usually also good at reconstructing the chain of events. But this night was crazy epic, with a flood of sensory overload that made it impossible for me to keep track of all the details.

I know I started out by going down on Jennifer, which I had been really looking forward to. In the several times we’d played together, I’d only gone down on her once, and that was a learning experience as much as anything as I got to know her pussy’s hot buttons. I was excited to put my knowledge to work, and that excitement seemed to be contagious, as she started out with what seemed to be a very nice orgasm.

From there it starts to become a bit of a blur. At various points of the evening, I fucked each of the women, I went down on each of the women, and each of the women sucked my cock. Each woman paired up with each man in every imaginable coupling, and each woman played with the other women in some way, shape, or form. I am pretty sure they all went down on each other at some point, but it was beyond my ability to keep careful track.

It was crazy. It was wonderful. It was epic.

But even more than the individual couplings, of which there were many, the defining dynamic of the night was the multi-person group play, of which there was a copious amount. Our session lasted for about two hours (we started a little after 10:00 p.m. and wound down a bit after midnight), and for most of that time people were engaged in multiple simultaneous couplings. Just a giant pile of writhing bodies.

We would spend a few minutes in some particular configuration, and then people would fluidly, organically shift to the next position, to the next person. There were times I wasn’t sure whose ass was next to me or whose tit was in my hand (well, that’s maybe a bit of hyperbole but you get the point). And everyone was just as interested in giving as receiving. No one was neglected, even for a moment.

Or as Calliope said when we were texting the next day, “there was so much going on I didn’t always know who was between my legs.”

But even against the Caligula-like pastiche of naked bodies sucking and fucking, a few moments stand out. During dessert Eve told us she likes being restrained, to which Adam replied that he can bring out a rough edge if the situation warrants. We were taking a bit of a break about three quarters of the way through the evening when she invited him to restrain her while she tested his beast mode by trying to escape. Watching the two of them writhing around on the bed was crazy fun, with the added bonus that we got an amazing view of Eve’s gorgeous pussy and ass. (She did escape, but only because he suffered a small cramp in the tussle. We’ll have to do a rematch one day and see which wins out - the irresistible force or the immovable object.)

A second vignette came when someone - maybe Eve, spotted the candles burning in the windowsill and thought it would be fun to drip a little hot wax on each other. Eve dripped some on Calliope, and Chuck driped it on Eve’s chest and tits. She yelped a bit with each drop, but said it hurt so good and asked him to continue. I even did a drop just to see. It definitely had a bite.

Adam had to remind me that I (almost) made Jennifer squirt. I had been fucking her, then pulled out to start fucking Eve, when Adam saw Jennifer was at the edge and reached between her legs. With just the right touch, he helped push her over that edge to a gusher. She normally holds back because she can soak a bed - and occasionally has - but just the right stimulation in the right order, combined with multiple explosions earlier that night, all made it happen.

I should probably mention that I love how Jennifer rolls.

Another vignette, around that same mini-break, came when Jennifer and Eve left to get a drink of water, leaving the three men on the bed with Calliope. My motor was still going, and so was Chuck’s, so I asked Calliope how she would like to have three cocks all to herself. Now keep in mind that we are still working to give her her first MMF experience, so my proposal was to sort of bypass that and go straight to an MMMF! Calliope was more than game, and lay on her back while I fucked her, and she sucked Chuck’s cock and played with Adam’s with her hand. I suspect that particular memory will remain with her for some time to come.

I do love how Calliope rolls.

But maybe my favorite moment, even more than Calliope and her three cocks, came at the very end of the evening. We were winding down and Jennifer and Adam were talking about hitting the road when Chuck spoke up to mention that he had never had a double blowjob. Which he had asked me about during the run-up to the event, and I told him that the attendees would probably be delighted to give a young man a bucket list item. Jennifer and Eve gladly obliged while I luxuriated on the bed, enjoying the lovely embrace of Calliope’s lips around my cock. Probably my most indelible memory of the evening is watching him stand there in pure bliss as the two women knelt before him, taking turns enveloping his cock with their mouths while the other ran her lips up down his shaft and cradled his balls.

He told us it was so amazing that he couldn’t decide who to have suck his cock, and we told him that wasn’t his job to worry about, and to relax and leave everything up to the two lovely ladies.

Finally we did wind down, dressed (an easy task for Jennifer and Eve), and bid each other good night. I felt (slightly) bad about leaving the place such a mess - dishes still on the dining room table, hors d’oeuvres spread around the coffee table, the kitchen a mess, and the bedroom in shambles. But I knew that Calliope would be basking in the afterglow as she straightened up the next morning.

And I knew she would relish every moment.

[Post-script: in the days following the party as we we were exchanging memories, compliments, and pictures via Kik, Chuck let us know he had come down with flu-like symptoms and asked if anyone had been to China recently. No one had. Then Eve came down with it, followed by Calliope, Jennifer, and finally Adam. Only I - for whatever reason - had been spared. And it’s not for lack of kissing the other lovely dinner guests, I can guarantee you that.

As we were comparing notes and commiserating over everyone’s ailments (and by the way, it’s not coronavirus, at least according to the doctors Chuck consulted), Calliope pointed out that it’s possible to be contagious with the flu even when you feel great, adding that “everyone in my life has gotten the flu this year. I am the last to fall.”

Responded Adam, “But what a way to fall.”]