Dinner Party

My only other plan for that weekend had involved Tina, a woman who was interested in joining our gatherings. She had not been free to join us at the most recent party, but she was keen to meet me.

“What are you doing Saturday night?” she asked.

“I’ve got a girl friend over,” I said. “You can join us if you like.”

“Oh, that would be fun,” she replied.

Now, most men would probably rest easy knowing they had two women lined up for sex on a Saturday night. I wondered if I could spin this into a small party.

I guess that’s how far gone I am.

To feel the waters, I sent a note to Jake, asking if he wanted to join me and Shelby with Tina. He thought he could make it.

Soon I had an email from Marla: “What, I’m not worthy of weekend parties?”

Jake had mentioned there would be a party at my place. Marla was once more on the outs with her local boy, and so she was free.

By all means, join us, I replied.

Three women, two men . . . maybe I can find another man. First choice Mark; alas, he had a date. Second choice, Thomas; he was out of town. So I tried Todd; he was all for it.

This was shaping into a dinner party. Perhaps I would prepare that great staple of swinging parties: lasagna.

Go to any swinger club, and you will see a pan of lasagna among the foodstuff. Group sex and pasta dishes seem as inexorably linked as lesbianism and softball.

We are the sort of people who cringe at the thought of being part of a “lifestyle,” as many swingers refer to their sex lives. But we are not above eating from the lifestyle cookbook. It could be campy, even.

Another email, from shy Alice. “Hey, I’ll see you at your place on Saturday!”

Mmmm, maybe Jake didn’t get the message that this was a small party. I invited Alice to join us, and asked her to bring Max as well. I soon had confirmation from Max.

Lasagne and sex for eight at nine.

Shelby and I spent the afternoon touring the galleries in Chelsea, and shopping for dinner ingredients at the Fairway.

We also acquired two new chairs, in the time honored New York tradition of dumpster diving.

The chairs had not quite made their way to the dumpster. A neighbor had either redecorated or died, sending back into the world two matching vintage chairs, in pristine condition.

“These are great chairs for oral sex,” I noted. Deep seats, slanted back, low arms. Perfect. We claimed them as our own, and installed them in my bedroom, one on either side of the bed. The previous chairs were retired.

Shelby read as I made a sauce and assembled the lasagna. We showered as it baked.

Tina arrived, with a bottle of vodka and a loaf of garlic bread.

She is a femme Latina, 36, with shoulder length straight hair, and a svelte runner’s body. She was very relaxed and chatty, the kind of person you think you’ve known longer than you have.

Not that we had met in person prior to this.

Marla brought wine and Alice brought a chocolate rose for me. I made a salad and served dinner.

“So, Jefferson,” Marla asked, raising a fork full of salad. “Where are the boys?”

“What boys?” I teased. “Really, I should be enough.”

Geez, where were those dorks? I had four lovely women, a fresh lasagna, and no boys.

Jake called. He would not be out of work until eleven. I called Max, but got no answer.

Finally Todd showed up, carrying his trademark bag of porn and Magnum condoms. I served him dinner.

He turned the dinner conversation to movies, saying he had brought some really great scenes to watch. Marla tried to generalize this to a fine conversation topic—what’s the hottest movie scene?—but Todd was in lecture mode.

Soon we were on a bed, as DJ Film Man Todd spun some favorite scenes from foreign films.

I’m not so keen on these kinds of activities at parties, which tend to monopolize conversation to one person’s interests. I have to say, though, that by the time he got to a scene from Bertolucci’s Dreamers—in which a brother offers his sister’s virginity to their best friend—we were all hot and bothered.

My head was in Marla’s lap. “Would you please take off your pants so I can eat your pussy?” Of course, she replied.

She sat on the edge of the bed as I went at her. Tina sat next to me, in the new oral sex chairs. My hand crawled up Marla’s body, to her breasts, to her throat. She came fast.

“He looks good,” Tina noticed.

“Oh, you have to try Jefferson’s head,” Marla recommended. Tina was ready for that. I turned on my knees and took down her pants. Marla kissed her and removed her shirt and bra.

Tina wore slim red lace panties. I licked them until they were soaked. I pushed them aside, then slipped them down, revealing a very wet shaved pussy. I licked her to climax.

I stood and opened my pants. Tina took my hard cock in her mouth. I grabbed a fist full of hair. She moaned.

Marla wrapped an arm around me. She grabbed her own handful of Tina’s hair.

On the bed, Shelby was nude and straddling Todd’s leg. Alice sucked him as she lay across his chest; he had fingers deep in her. Alice moved aside as Shelby took in Todd’s cock.

Tina looked up at me, and took my cock from her mouth. “I want to see you fuck her,” she said, holding Marla’s hand. No problem. I was just slipping on the condom when I saw Jake in the bedroom doorway.

“Well, look who’s here,” I said to the room. It completely spooked them; all were in a sex fog, and not expecting a dressed man at the door.

“Alice let me in,” he smiled. “How’s it going?”

In a few moments, Jake was nude and fucking Marla on the bed. Shelby was one chair, sitting back at Todd fingered her g spot. I sat in the other chair, as Tina lowered her pussy onto my cock. She rode it hard.

I looked over and saw Shelby watching me. I smiled at her; she grinned.

Marla started to cum. From the porn came the sound of a skinny blonde cumming. Shelby’s pants filled my ears.

“Do you hear that?” Tina asked, fucking me faster. “They are all cumming, the are all cumming . . . “ My cock fell out as she thrust. I moved to put it back in her. She pushed two of my fingers into her. “Deep, deep, hard . . .” she panted.

I obliged, curving my fingers and pressing my other palm against her lower abdomen.

“What is that?” she shouted, looking at me wildly. “What the hell is that?”

“Your g spot . . .” I began, but she could no longer hear.

Her yelps joined those of all the women now cumming in unison.

She sat in my lap after a few orgasms. “You seemed surprised when I massaged your g spot,” I observed.

“I thought that was a myth,” she purred. “Never felt that before.”

Now, that just warms my heart.

For the remainder of the night, I stayed close to Shelby. We made love as Todd fucked Tina. Jake and Marla nestled and talked.

Alice slipped out undetected. Max had called to say he couldn't make it, and she did not want to interrupt us all to say good bye. She knew she was welcome to stay on her own, but without Max, she felt like a third wheel.

Or maybe a seventh wheel?

I'm going to have to talk to Max about this. I thought he was going to take care of Alice at these parties. What gives?

It was late when everyone left. Shelby and I got into bed, wrapped in each other’s limbs.

She woke me during the night. “I’m going to another bed,” she whispered. “You are snoring.”

“Sorry, baby . . .”