Patrice's Play Pen
2007-05-08 @ 8:56 p.m.

On Friday night Steve and I went swinging. We haven't really done anything like that since New Year's Eve and we both had the itch.

Kit called me on Thursday to invite us to the party. A swinger friend of Luke's was the host. Initially, I wasn't sure if I was in the mood. Then, by Friday afternoon, I was ready. We met them out for drinks at around 7:00 and arrived at the party at 8:30-8:45.

The party was held in a very nice, large house. There were already eight or nine cars there when we pulled up. The festivities were in full-swing when we arrived.

A few people were in the living room area, just chatting, having cocktails and enjoying themselves as if it were a traditional cocktail party. The other guests were friendly and it was definitely low pressure. No obnoxious people trying to drag you off somewhere the moment you walked through the door.

Steve and I ended up chatting with two women. One, Melissa, looked to be in her mid-twenties. Melissa was very short, wore her blond hair in a bob and took an instant liking to my man. The other woman, Patrice, was gorgeous. I mean "damn it's not fair any woman looks that good" gorgeous. She was tall and slender, with startling light-blue eyes and the clearest complexion I've ever seen. She was also African-American.

Actually, she was probably of mixed parentage because there was definitely something Asian in her wonderfully exotic look. I know this is a sensitive subject for many. I mention it not to suggest I'd ever view a particular race as some strange kink but for two reasons. One, is to paint a picture for the reader. The other, is that my own swinging experience has been very monolithic in terms of both race and social backgrounds. Just about everyone I've seen at such parties has been white and/or middle-class/upper-class. I'm not even sure you can say 'exotic' anymore. Am I being anti-bland? I just don't know anymore. I'm sure I've offended someone.

We talked for nearly an hour and a half. Patrice and Melissa came together. I wasn't quite sure about their relationship. I didn't get the impression they had a physical relationship but they seemed more than friends. Melissa was quiet but Patrice liked to talk. She was interesting, a good conversationalist and salt and peppered the conversation with an appropriate amount of flirting. She did not over-do it and didn't become overly familiar too quickly.

Around 10:00PM, things began to heat up, even in the living room which, up until now, had been a clothes-on zone. Two men and a woman sat opposite us, on a couch. They began undressing each other. Now, I do not want to sound mean, snobby or intolerant. I really don't. That's not my way. I have nothing against big people. In fact, some of the prettiest women I have met have been overweight. A few extra pounds on a man is often attractive to many females. Many men adore bigger girls. However, in the case of the threesome about to unfold in front of me....the size of two out of the three people and the....oh, I don't know...the particular distribution pattern of their weight... I guess I didn't want to get caught near the flab-alanche.

Steve looked at the threesome and said, "I think we'll check out a room upstairs."

Patrice asked if we wanted company. "But," she added, "just so you know, I'm not having sex. Melissa will, but I like to supervise."

Steve was about to say something when Patrice took him by the arm to lead him upstairs. "Honey," she said. "Trust me. You'll thank me before the night is over."

I was intrigued by Patrice but spoke to her privately when we reached the second floor. I told her the idea of her running the show was fine, enticing even, but I wasn't into anything like bondage or S&M. Patrice laughed and took my hand in hers. "I'm not either. I just like to take control."

We found a room. Before we started, we could hear a couple having a disagreement in an adjacent room. It sounded as if the wife was having too much fun with the fella they invited upstairs. A door slammed and then we heard the tell-tale sounds of sex. Call me old-fashioned but to continue to fuck a stranger when your angry husband has left the room is poor form.

Steve stripped down to his boxer briefs and got comfortable on the bed. Patrice pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down. Steve was excited but slightly nervous. His cock was semi-erect.

"Now," said Patrice, turning to me and Melissa (absolutely relishing her role), "Piper, undress Melissa."

I walked over to Melissa and unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Then, I unzipped Melissa's skirt. Steve's hand had wandered to his cock and he was stroking himself slowly. I saw that he was enjoying the show and took my time lowering Melissa's skirt. Soon, she was standing in her bra and boy shorts. Then, it was my turn. Melissa stood behind me, pulled down the zipper and soon my dress was pooled around my feet. I was in my bra and thong along with my black thigh-highs.

Patrice had us lay down on either side of Steve. "Now," she said, "Melissa's going to play with your boyfriend and you're going to watch."

Melissa had her hand on Steve's cock before Patrice had finished. She stroked him, cupped his balls and explored his body with her hands. Then, she tugged his shorts off for better access. Patrice then let me take my turn. Then Melissa and then me, repeat as necessary.

As the handjob tag-team continued, Patrice undressed. She got down to her bra and panties and then sat on the bed, near Steve, leaning against the headboard. While we alternated giving Steve handjobs, Patrice stroked his hair and kept up a running commentary on what Melissa and I were doing. It was all soft core, faux-mistress, role-playing but it was hot nonetheless.

Patrice grabbed Melissa's chin. "I think she wants to suck your cock, Steve. Is that it, Missy, do you want to suck Steve's cock?"

Melissa said yes, in a quiet, shy tone.

Patrice said: "If you ask nicely, maybe Steve will let you suck his cock."

"She has an open invitation," said Steve. Patrice put a finger to his lips and told him to hush. This game was apparently one of the things that got Patrice and Melissa off. It was also immensely entertaining for me. Steve was enjoying himself, ready to take on two girls, but it dawned on him that he'd have to wait and sit through whatever script Patrice and Melissa ran through on such occasions.

Patrice and Melissa went back-and-forth...."please let me suck on him,"......"ask him nicely..." that type of thing. Finally, Steve chimes in: "I think she's asked nicely."

Patrice then had me feed Steve's cock to Melissa, inch by inch. I gripped his cock near the head so she could lick and suck the first inch. Then I'd move towards the base of the cock so she could take more. After a minute or so, she had all of him in her mouth. Melissa must have known what she was doing because Steve looked pleased.

After a few minutes, Melissa offered me Steve's cock. I swallowed him before Patrice could say anything and blew him for a few minutes. Then, Melissa and I traded back and forth.

We'll continue this next week. The post is already too long.