I Had the Most (Incredible) Bisexual Sex of My Life Saturday Night at BFF (Part II)
Swingers f*ck like goddamn porn stars.
Original illustration by Tara Savelo
This is part II of my Saturday night at BFF (Bisexual Fuck Fest). I recommend reading part I here before diving straight into this bussy.
I left the Pamtheon simultaneously sated and ravenous. Our sixsome, which I believe constitutes an orgy, wasn’t just “hot”—it was nourishing for my soul. Now, I’m someone who typically rolls my eyes at people who say things like “nourishing for my soul,” but great sex can make you a little woo-woo. Or, put another way, bisexual sex with old friends and new lovers (who are sure to one day become old friends) can make you appreciate life.
I wasn’t just sucking dick. I was fucking living deep and sucking out all the marrow of life. While not exactly what Henry David Thoreau meant by those words, I do believe sex like this is what makes life worth living.
And that night, there was more marrow to be had.
After leaving the Pamtheon, Eve and sauntered throughout Erotic Dreams Resort. My hard dick hurt while walking, so I cupped it in my hands as I strolled, gently massaging my testicles to relieve some pressure. We passed one of the three (four?) open playrooms. The windows were fogged, à la the car sex scene in Titanic, but I could see the silhouettes of a half dozen BFFers in various positions.
“Shall we?” I asked Eve, who responded with a mischievous grin.
We opened the door to an assault on our senses. Heavy, muggy heat smacked us in the face. Grunts, moans, and the sounds of balls slapping against assholes blended with German techno, creating a new beat. The smell of sweaty bodies, dripping pussies, and fucked assholes lingered in the air.
It was heaven.
Six people were on the king bed, Tetris-ed together with their limbs hanging off the side of the mattress.
I recognized two people: John and Caryn. The night before, Eve and I found ourselves in their room, enjoying a cocktail, but we ended up not playing then, despite our interest. John and Caryn, however, did share how they met in a boardroom a decade ago. Caryn, a senior member of the firm with power. John, the company’s rising new star.
Their connection was instantaneous and powerful.
“I wanted to throw her on the desk, reach my hand under her pencil skirt, and fuck her brains out in front of our entire team,” John recalled.
For both, it was their second marriage, and after a few years of wedlock, John came out to her as bi. They were already open, full swap swingers by this point, but his sexuality added a new dimension.
“I told him you that we should start fucking dudes together,” she said as a matter of fact.
“You weren’t worried he’d leave you?” I asked her.
“No,” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. “He was absolutely obsessed with me. I knew his love wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”
I smiled. If only every woman was this secure in themselves and their relationship when their male partner came out to them as bi.
In the playroom, John stood behind Caryn, fucking his wife in doggy style while Caryn’s heavy tits swayed. When he saw Eve and I enter, he gave us a big smile and said, “Zach! Eve!”
Hearing our names, Caryn looked up. The two stopped fucking to greet us.
“No, please don’t stop on our accounts.”
“It’s okay!” Caryn said. She was at least a foot shorter than me. When we hugged, my hard dick pressed up against her sternum, between her double Ds.
“Wow,” she said. There was no way to ignore that my dick was throbbing and pressing against her chest.
“We should fuck,” I said.
“Yes!” she said enthusiastically. I picked her up by her ass and rested her down on the only spare corner of the bed. The couple fucking next to us, a woman riding a man in cowgirl, kindly tucked her knees in closer to her partner to give us a few more inches of space.
Caryn was freshly waxed, smoother than an 80's love song. I got on my knees before her and licked her slit until it opened for me. I traced my fingertip around her clitoris, and she moaned while arching her back. I inserted my middle finger, crooked it backward, and felt her slick, velvety insides.
“Fuck me,” she said. I pressed down, massaging the insides of her pussy for a few moments longer before rising. I placed my elbows beside her head and kissed her as I dragged my dick up her thighs, finally reaching her soft pussy. She grabbed my cock at its base and guided me to her opening. Once there, she grabbed my ass and pushed me in.
“Ohh, fuck” I said, louder than intended. Her pussy was so soft and wet. I let my body take over instinctively. I grabbed her full tits and thrusted deep into her.
“You feel incredible,” I whispered into her ear.
She laughed. “So do you.” I kept my strokes strong but, with one hand, began circling her clit.
She pulled my hand away. “Just give it to me harder.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said. I flexed my core and sped up my stroke.
“Harder,” she said, and I did as she commanded. I felt like King Kong the moment he broke free from his shackles—slightly disoriented from the flashing lights but with enough adrenaline to scale the Empire State Building and cause destruction.
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