Now that I look back on it, I see how stupid I was. Here I had a girl who was willing to go to sex party with me, but my dumb ass didn’t figure out that all I had to do was cut the middleman out. In all honesty, I had never actually looked at Emily in a sexual manner. Granted, I’m a guy, yeah I checked her out, but not in a “Yo, I want to hit that” way. More like I was taking inventory. All guys do it. We catalogue women even if we don’t have any desire to be with you, we take note of measurements, rankings, etc. Who knows why we do it? It just is what it is. Emily was about 5’8, nice-sized cleavage on the ample side of the scale without being porno big, with a nice round booty and hips, on a small frame. She was cute too. Not in a jaw-dropping beauty way, but in a “I wouldn’t mind bringing her home to grandma way,” if grandma wouldn’t be taken aback by her blonde hair and white skin, of course.

  I had a nice girl whom I was already cool with who was down for whatever, and instead of just changing the plan up front and ask her to my place, I moved forward with the plan. It sounds ridiculous and I thought so the entire time too. Maybe it was the curiosity factor and my hormones that got in the way. Yeah, that had to be it. I didn’t know many men who when offered the opportunity of wanton debauchery would turn it down.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Our Journey Together

  I COULDN’T BELIEVE I was going through with it. He picked me up at my place around 9 pm. We greeted each other with shaky voices, nervous smiles, and an awkward hug. Lance opened the door for me. I got in, hoping not to trip over my own feet. Lance was just as frayed around the edges as I, but we both pressed on in silence, allowing us to plaster on a brave face over pockmarked emotions. Lance was cute as always. He had a dark red button up that went well with his caramel complexion. Lance looked straight ahead the entire time focused on the road as if his life depended on it. He didn’t notice me, or at least he didn’t comment. Getting dressed for the “party” was difficult. What does one wear to an orgy? It seemed to take forever to decide, so I wore a rose-colored long-sleeved sweater dress that rested mid-thigh and my Wonder Woman boots. I liked to call them that because they almost went up to my knees. I didn’t put on a lot of make-up and kept jewelry to a minimum, two diamond studs, and wore my hair in a ponytail. I wanted to look nice but not overdressed. I mean I was presumably taking it all off anyway, right?

  We arrived at the hotel where the party was to be start 40 minutes later. Once again, Lance, ever the gentleman, opened the door for me.

  “Wow, it’s much nicer in person,” I told him. Rumor had it that the glass-adorned National Harbor was nice and upscale, but words and hearsay weren’t even close to an accurate description. I suddenly felt underdressed. Lance wore jeans with his button up, but he was a guy.

  “The party is on the 9th floor in an executive suite,” he said.

  I turned to face him and when our eyes met, he cleared his throat. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but vanished instantly under my patient stare.

  He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Shall we go?” He held out his arm and I took it.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  The Hotel

  WHEN WE GOT to the National Harbor, I opened the door for her. My mouth watered and a chill shot through my body. I felt like a little bitch. It wasn’t until I absorbed the way her dress hugged her curves that I realized she was way more than nice looking. Instantly I began to feel possessive and really didn’t like the idea that I brought her to the hotel. Imagining some other guy getting to see what was underneath that dress, touching and caressing her body for all to see made my blood began to boil. I came close to telling her that I had changed my mind, but when she stared up at me expectantly, I lost my nerve. She was a co-worker and a friend. I had no rights to her. Emily came as a favor to me, so I could get off as many ways as possible. I needed to keep things in perspective. Besides, after than night, I was certain things would be way different between us. I regained my composure and held out my arm. She took it and we walked inside.

  “Hi, I’m Chris, do you have a reservation?” The desk attendant looked at us and smiled. His grin said lots of things and nothing at all. When I told him we were going to a party on the 9th floor, he lit up, grinning ear to ear, professionalism be damned, and waved us toward the elevator. “Ya’ll have a gooood time.”

  Now I know I said I was nervous, but after Chris waved us off, my heart nearly exploded. Was I actually going through with this? I tried to focus on what should be a dream come true. I replayed every one of my favorite pornos in my head hoping that fear would change to anticipation, but it didn’t work. I began to tremble ever so slightly and Emily felt it.

  “You OK, Lance?” she asked.

  “Fuck,” is what I wanted to say, but I told her I was OK and decided that I had to man up, if nothing else for my pride.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  In The Room

  EMILY UNHOOKED HER arm and wrapped it around my waist. It caught me off guard, but I pretended not to notice. When she did, it was as if a spark had travelled from her touch to between my legs. My nervousness instantly began to fade as the promise of sex entered my thoughts thanks to my other brain taking over. If I had to define the exact moment that I truly knew I wanted to be with Emily, that was the moment. I licked my lips and exhaled. I was convinced I was ready to do this. I was wrong.

  We reached suite E112 and I knocked. After a few moments that seemed like several days, the door was opened and a tall curvaceous beauty greeted us. She was taller than I was, which instantly intimidated me. I looked into her welcoming eyes that looked me and Emily over, but my mind went blank when I returned the favor. As my eyes traversed her breath-stealing canvas, I became instantly aroused. She wore a fishnet dress that barely fell below her hips and crotch. Not that it mattered because it was completely see through. I gulped, trying to swallow my heart, which was in my throat. She was every wet dream and fantasy all in one, and her voice dripped with the promise of things too graphic to articulate into words.

  “How may I help you?” she asked. I stiffened in every way imaginable from the sound and tried to conjure up a response.

  Thankfully, Emily took over. “We’re here for the party.”

  She gave Emily a predatory glare and licked her lips. It was now Emily’s turn to become mute.

  “Yeah, umm, I’m Lance. I responded to the ad,” I helped out.

  “Great, come in Lance and…”

  “Emily,” I conjured. She waved us in and closed the door.

  “I’m Victoria,” she proclaimed as she held us at the door. “Let me go over a few rules before we go meet everyone.” She continued with a bright smile that seemed to light up the dimly lit space. As we stood in the foyer Victoria went over the do’s and don’ts. “First and foremost, we play safe. I’ll show where the condoms are, Lance. If you join our group and become members, you’ll get invites for exclusive parties where those rules are relaxed. Second, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Safe words are encouraged so be sure to tell anyone you engage with what it is just in case. Some members play a little on the unconventional side. Lastly, we don’t have any hang-ups on sexuality here, so if you’re not into same-sex contact, though I highly encourage it,” she looked at Emily with hunger in her eyes, “be sure to respectfully let others know. We strive for a safe, comfortable, environment, though again, if it’s not you’re thing, we understand, I personally believe that everyone should try things at least once and hell you never know, you might actually enjoy it.” With that she asked us a few questions about what we were into and seemed overjoyed when we both admitted that this was the first time we had ever done anything like this.

  “Well now, I will personally take care of both of you and show you the ropes. Lance, do you have any problems with other men touching Emily and more? What about you, Emily?” Talk about throwing a bucket of ice water on a sleeping person.

  CHAPTER NINE

  The Question

  VICTORIA CAUGHT ME off guard. I glanced over at Lance and he looked stunned too. It’s funny when I think back to it. With all the emotions that swirled around in my head, I had never considered whether I could stomach other woman being with Lance. He was not my boyfriend or anything, but we were close and I had spent the entire time trying to bring myself to support him and go through with whatever that entailed but never considered whether I would react negatively to what was so obviously a major part of what we set out to do.

  I didn’t know how to respond. I was finally getting into this. Victoria, a 6-foot-8ish Amazonian wet dream in fuck-me pumps was both imposing and sexy, and I’m not even into women. The way she moved and the way she talked conveyed a confidence and femininity that most women long for. In a way, her very presence reassured me and made me believe I could really do this, and it could be really a great experience, until she popped the question, of course. Even when she devoured me with her eyes and looked at me not as Lance’s prop, but as sexual creature to be desired, I wasn’t afraid. In truth, the way she talked about showing us the ropes excited me in a way I never thought I would be by a woman. All that came to a halt with one seemingly simple question.

  I paused and gave Lance the opportunity to respond first. As he looked me in the eye, I could tell he was attempting the same. I held my breath and instead of allowing Lance to answer first, I did instead.

  “I’m fine, if he is,” I lied. Victoria raised an eyebrow and looked at Lance, who tried really hard to cover his shock, and then looked back at me.

  When Lance finally shrugged and said, “Yeah, it’s whatever,” Victoria shrugged too, reached for each of our hands, and let us into the main “Main Party Area” as she called it. I watched her sashay in her non-clothing fishnet outfit and tried to take my mind off of what had transpired. I needed a drink.

  CHAPTER TEN

  I’m Fine If He Is

  WELL EMILY SURE as hell shocked the hell out of me! She also elevated herself to bestie status. I was both impressed and, upon reflection, a little disappointed. I mean if she would have been like “yeah, I’m not cool with that,” I would have been willing to back out the whole thing even though I was feeling sexy Victoria and curious as to what awaited us in the next room. I decided not to hold that against her and reminded myself that the reason I asked her in the first place was due to how cool she was.

  After I let her response marinate, waiting to see if she was going to change her mind, I was like “fine then” and decided to man up and go for it.

  Victoria led us by the hand into what she called the “Main Party Area,” and boy was she not kidding. Party isn’t the proper word to describe what my eyes took in. Emily and I both froze in place, not necessarily out of fear at least from my perspective, but pure unadulterated shock. The room was dimly lit by candle light, with “Moments in Love” by Art of Noise playing in a constant loop in the background. The room smelled of roses and incense and lots and lots of sex. All of that paled in comparison to the moans, groans, and sounds of flesh meeting flesh in a rhythmic staccato that instantly made my dick fight against my jeans for release. I heard Emily sigh beside me and knew she had to be feeling the same.

  My mouth moistened as I watched a woman ride a man while facing the room. She met my eye, licked her lips, and then undulated atop the guy, all the while looking me in the eye and playing with her breasts. I brought my fist to my mouth and stifled a cough. Elsewhere, I saw a woman spread across an ottoman while one guy ate her out and she deep throated another. Two women were 69-ing it up on the floor in a tangle of hair and hips that made me want to reach for my iPhone. Prominently featured throughout the room were various one on ones, threesomes, same sex pairings, and other pairings that ranged from intense ass-smacking doggy style, to some up against the wall action, and some contortions I can’t even explain in words. It’s kinda a “you had to be there” thing.

  All in all, I was very happy with what I saw and completely forgot about any hang-ups I had had earlier. Truth be told, if you would have asked me in the moment about Emily I would have replied, “Emily who?” I was horny, and to put it mildly, I was ready to dive in. I turned my attention to Victoria and her whole “show you the ropes” line was prominently featured at the forefront of my mind

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Oh My, My, My, What Big Tools You Have

  OK, OK, ALL the wind seemed to leave my body when we entered the room. Moments prior, I was practically certain there was no way I could go through this even to support Lance, but after a cursory glance around the room, I threw that shit right out the window! I almost shook my head to make sure what I was seeing was real. I had never seen this much sexy at one time. Oh my god, the men in the room, damn. Almost all of them were obvious regulars at the gym and even those who weren’t were sexy too. I’m talking about some tall chocolate in every shade possible. I saw a couple of white men too, but I’ve always had a thing for black men, and these were definitely the kind I was into.

  Watching them make women moan and yell with cries of pleasure and obvious release turned me on in ways too numerous to count. I was so wet that my panties were saturated.

  I stared as tight butts and muscular, powerful backs and shoulders pounded women in doggy, upright, and missionary positions, and all I could think about was me joining in and being a recipient of what I observed with wide eyes were some pretty generous and ample gifts. Blessed is an understatement. Some of the men were freakishly large, and I took note to stay clear of them. Great to look at, but the little common sense I had left knew that I was not capable of dealing with that equipment.

  Everything about the atmosphere was just right and inviting. The lights were dim and the mood enhanced by candlelight. Incense filled the room with sweet smells, and the sounds of moaning, cries of ecstasy, and shouts of pleasure were erotic and helped lower my inhibitions. I really believed that I could go through with this and convinced myself that as a one-time thing, I should just let go and see what happens. As soon as that thought began to fade from my mind, almost on cue, Victoria turned to us.

  “What do you guys think? Wanna play?” She put her nicely manicured finger in her mouth, withdrew it and traced down the length of her long curves in a way that made me a little envious at how she pulled the very definition of vixen off. It was a sexy display for sure, but I wanted to get back to the sights and sounds beyond. I glanced over at Lance, and he was completely lost in Victoria. Deep down that kinda stung me for reasons I wasn’t ready to deal with, but I was also happy for him. Again, after that bitch Janice, this was probably what he needed and I was, in a roundabout way, glad he got to experience this and that I had a part in it more or less.

  Not wanting to dwell on Lance anymore, I allowed myself the opportunity to entertain my eyes with strong black hands cupping breasts, grabbing hips, asses, and thighs, and forcefully thrusting inside welcoming spread legs as their butts tightened with each upward motion making my heart palpitate. Victoria cleared her throat and asked again. I nodded absent mindedly as if she were miles away. I barely heard Lance’s affirmative reply as I walked past Victoria.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  You Couldn’t Scrub It From Our Minds If You Tried…With Bleach

  I WAS SO horned up for this that I couldn’t think straight. Luckily, I didn’t have to. After Victoria got acceptance from Emily and me, she took the lead. She leaned into me and started kissing me on my neck. I stood still, melting under the caress of her lips and the press of her body against mine, but she didn’t let me stay that way. Victoria grabbed one of my hands and placed on her ass and began to unfasten my pants which, thanks to their baggy fit, fell to the floor once undone.

  “Don’t be so timid, Lance. Grab me, squeeze me, do whatever you like,” she whispered in my ear. “Oh, I have to get you naked,” she continued as she grabbed the waistband of my underwear. As they too joined my pants, I stepped out of them and Victoria stepped back looking me over. “Impressive,” Victoria chimed in, after looking at my super-erect penis. I couldn’t remember the last time I had ever been that hard. Any subtle change in air pressure and I probably would have cum right then and there.

  Victoria closed the distance once again, reaching down and grabbing my balls and squeezed, not too hard, but enough to make my entire body gain proper posture and almost stand on my tips of my toes.

  “Oh you like that?” I didn’t know if I did actually, but since my dick twitched as is lay across her wrist, I figured I did and nodded anyway.

  “Take off that shirt, Lance,” Victoria said in a firm voice, and I unbuttoned my shirt and got out of my wife beater while she never let go of me. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Victoria entered my mouth like she owned me, and I complied under her touch as her tongue penetrated my mouth. As the ferocity of her kiss intensified, she began to stroke my shaft in tune with her lips and her body. My dick pulsed in her hands, and I knew that if I didn’t reassert some control she would bring me in her hands, which, given the way she worked me, seemed to be her plan all along.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Emily

  WELL, WELL, WELL. That didn’t take long. I took a couple of steps forward past Victoria wondering what I was going to do next and before I could formulate a plan I looked back and saw Victoria going after Lance as if he were a long-lost lover. Something inside me wanted to break them apart, but I quickly nixed the idea and just watched for a moment. When Victoria undressed Lance, I wanted to step in and claim him. If I had known that Lance was packing the way he was, I would have stepped my game up months ago. I admired him and tried not to get jealous as Victoria leaned in and claimed him and turned away. Fuck.