James and I hosted a sex party on Saturday; about 30 people RSVPed, making it big enough to require logistical effort. On the day itself I spent way too much time fielding text messages, last minute requests, and partner confirmations.

Fortunately, when setup time hit, an extra friend came with me, early, to help (many good parties are supported by a lot of unglamorous background work). He’s trying to be “monogamous” (?) with a woman, for whatever reasons people do that, so he didn’t stay for the full experience, but he did get to hang out and meet people with interests similar to his.

Guests began arriving at the appointed hour, and early on one pretty, single girl caught my eye, but I didn’t have much time to chat with her amid the flurry of hosting introductions. Most guests were couples. The smalltalk was a blur that I can’t recall now; too many people in too little time, though I had my eye on one couple in particular, as the girl had only been to a single party before and the guy was more experienced.

At some point, somehow, things began in earnest, with C getting kisses on her neck from me on one side and our friend Frank on the other. Frank’s girlfriend had begun foreplay with another girl, so she was very busy. Or rather, busy being sensual, like lots of initial girl-on-girl is, before it becomes wildly, erotically frantic, like happy prairie dogs. Frank is known for his spankings and administered a very solid thracking on C. As things progressed with me, C, and Frank, it became apparent that Frank was ready to go. I was ready to go. C was ready to go. So I asked Frank, “Would you like to go first?”

The next day C and I had a conversation in which she criticized my word choice, which she characterized as, “It was like bright lights turning on.”

I asked, “What’s the right thing to say?”

She said, “Not that.”

“Okay, that’s easy to say, but what is the more decorous version?”

“Just letting things happen. Sexily. I don’t know, it was just very transactional.”

That wasn’t my intent but apparently I soiled the encounter with my question. I also theorize that women are used to things “just happening” because from their perspective things “just happen,” while men are used to making things happen because if men don’t, nothing happens. In group sex, however, it is apparently possible to direct too much, and in the moment Frank declined anyway, perhaps because of some agreement between him and his girlfriend.

So the threesome was out but sex between C and myself was ready. Frank went off to join some other threesome or did whatever else he did. But the spanking was good and C was warmed up and we fucked, hard, on the couch, with another couple next to us, hands reaching from us to them and them to us.

Probably the funniest moment happened about two-thirds of the way through the evening, when I was lying on a mattress, exhausted from extremely intense sex with C and from organizing (orgynizing?) the evening. I needed water, but James brought over a very pretty friend of his, the single one, and said that she’d not found any partners because many of the people who arrived were couples, and none had propositioned her.

I have no idea why, as unicorns are usually in high demand, and she was pretty, nice, and smart, three things that don’t always coexist. For a while we chatted about her night and in the haze I was too out of it to put things together. We’re lying there… naked… inches from each other… and she’s telling me about how she hasn’t had sex yet and is really turned on from seeing a couple dozen people fucking passionately… I’m nodding along… yes, it is a turn on, isn’t it?… but it does suck not to find a partner… why didn’t anyone proposition her? That’s so strange, isn’t it? She’s got all this pent up horniness…

Finally I start making out with her, and she is a marvelously sensual kisser. My eyes are closed and the day’s challenges dissipate. Nothing else exists. I run my hands along her hips and ass; I love the curves on a woman’s body. It’s never one part for me: the notion of an “ass man” or “breast man” is foreign to me, as it’s how they all fit together that counts. With her, they all fit together beautifully. I’m getting hard again but am not quite there, so I move to sit on my legs and begin touch her with my left hand while readying myself with my right. I experiment with sliding a finger inside her, and she is very tight, so I use one. We’re staring deeply into each other’s eyes. The intimacy is weirdly immediate for having met that night.

With two fingers, she starts to moan and I respond to her sexy moans. It’s time to get a condom. There is one false start in which we start having sex but I’m not quite ready, so we switch back to me fingering her. When I’m ready again I’m really ready and the sex is beautiful. Urgent. Powerful. Her lust is overwhelming. I don’t know how long we have sex but it feels like forever.

I finish before her and grab the Njoy pure wand. It’s common at sex parties not to come conventionally, because the situation can be intensely erotic but also overwhelming; coming can take a certain level of relaxation to achieve. Still, the wand is appealing. She doesn’t know what it is when I ask her about it, but she sees it and knows.

We start with the small end. A friend from out of town has stopped nearby, and I can’t remember if I gestured for him to join us, or she did, or if he asked, but soon he’s kissing her, biting her nipples, and stroking her neck, while I use the wand on her. I think that I’ll switch to big end, but quickly I find her g-spot and she responds, overwhelmingly, to it.

I’m checking in with her at first, but I find the right rhythm and the way her hips buck and her moans come out tell me not to stop. I don’t. I use one hand on the toy and lightly place the other on her lower belly, just above her hip bones. I can feel the wand just a little; the interior of many women’s clits extend up that way, so it can be a powerful move. Surprisingly soon she comes. I can’t remember if she came a bunch of times and then asked me to withdraw or a single time, but when she was spent the three of us relaxed next to each other.

Apparently I have a lot of finesse and skill with the wand. Women tell me that most guys are not sufficiently targeted or use it too harshly on them. That practice seems strange to me, because the wand is so heavy and just dangerous-seeming that I think it’s wise to do less with it, rather than more, and only increase vigor in small increments.

Soon the other guy asked to go down on her and she assented. I choked her while he did, and he must’ve known what he was doing because a few minutes later she was coming again. I released after. They began having sex. I was exhausted anew, but very pleasantly, and excused myself (I was no longer adding to the situation, I thought) to pour another glass of champagne.

C saw the three of us in action, she told me much later, and she said she was extremely annoyed. Not at me having a threesome, but because she wanted to be the middle of that trio, not some other bitch. A fair comment. She’d had a crush on the guy for a while. But she’d gone outside to the hot tub or to take a break or whatever, while I stayed in the pit. Sometimes being in the right place at the right time is enough. I told C we could all have a threesome some other time.