Send to a Friend

So, this past week’s group started off like most others. People started arriving at 8pm, and, by 9pm, the room was full of people who could hardly contain themselves waiting for the fun to begin. We had several new couples, some back for a second or third time, and a number of veterans joining us for this evening’s edition. As we approached the cutoff time, the sexual energy in the room was very real and palpable.

We have started making a point of chastising people for arriving late and warning those who have registered to join us that, at 9:15pm, the doors would close, and they would be left waiting for the next group. It was starting to get ridiculous with people showing up well after the 9:00pm start time and causing everyone to sit around and wait for them which we felt was both very rude and unfair to those who made it their business to get there on time. It appears to be working and the groups have been getting started almost on time over the last couple of weeks.

At 9:15pm, we went around and got everyone ready to start. There was one young couple that was unsure if they were going to stay or not. She was a friend of one of the guys in another couple, and she had brought her boyfriend along to the group. After a few minutes, they decided to stay and we got things going right then.

One of the underlying tenets of the group is that we never pressure anyone nor insist that they do anything they are uncomfortable with doing. While there is a very strong underlying group dynamic, everyone is free to do as little, or as much, as they want. First time couples can go either way. Some come ready to jump right in and immerse themselves in the experience, while others are very tentative and are just dipping their feet in the water very gingerly. We have no issue with either direction and encourage everyone to move at their own pace.

The game began and, in a flash, everyone was down to their underwear, and I had a few of the girls, and myself, go around the room and help the process along. In another minute or 2, everyone was naked and starting to morph into standing groups in the living room getting very friendly and intimately acquainted. The young couple I referred to stood on the side for a while and, after a bit of coaxing, one of the girls helped her off with her dress, and she was left standing in a pair of pretty pink panties. They talked to a few of the other couples who came up to them, and they looked like they were integrating into the group, albeit slowly at first. It was all good, and I was pleased with the way things were going.

Within 15 minutes of the start, small groups starting working their way from the living room into each of the two bedrooms in the back. The new couple was still in the kitchen, and I noticed that she was trying to dig deep and find the courage to continue this exploration. Now, mind you, it was HER idea to join the festivities tonight, and she had dragged him along, but yet she was the tentative one here. Still no problems, and we were all very supportive of them. So far, so good.

Sometimes, people try to find that courage in the worst possible way. Having a glass of wine or 2 works wonders as a social lubricant. Looking to find that courage at the bottom of a bottle of wine almost never produces positive results, however. Before we knew it, they had moved into the bedroom and started interacting with others. Looked like a positive outcome for all involved, and we went about our business making sure everyone else was comfortable.

Then, it hit. The first time, she saw her boyfriend playing with another woman she started to freak out. All of a sudden, there was cursing and drama coming from the back bedroom which we were quickly alerted to by the others. Before long, the couple was locked in the bathroom with her crying and the two of them arguing. I knocked on the door, and they assured me they were OK. I then asked the people they knew, those that had suggested to us to allow them to join, to intercede. This did not go well, and the dark cloud continued to hover over the proceedings.

Luckily, we were close to finishing for the night at this point. The woman was now falling down drunk, and every attempt to get her dressed and out into the fresh air to sober up was pretty much useless. Then, in a move that really stunned us, her boyfriend decided that he could no longer wait on her as he had to ‘be up early for work’ , so he just split and left her with us to clean up the mess.

In the end, we got her dressed and downstairs, and one of our regular couples offered to take her home with them to let her rest up before allowing her to venture home as there is no reasonable way she was going to make it back to Jersey in the condition she was in and we had no desire to read about her on the front page of the NY Post the next day. Another couple drove them home to the UES and later told me that she was asleep before her head hit the pillow, was still there at 7AM when they looked in on her, but was gone by 9am when they checked again.

Talk about the ‘walk of shame’. She had left the group with her underwear and headband, wearing the same party dress she had gone out with the night before, and probably sporting one monster of a hangover. In retrospect, they should have stuck to her earlier inclination and not stayed for the group but, sadly, sometimes you don’t realize the obvious until it's way too late.

Other than that, the group was incredible. A bunch of hot, fun couples going at each other with squeals, groans and moans of delight, and a fine time was had by almost everyone. Another lesson learned the very hard way. This lifestyle is not going to provide any benefit for those who do not have a good sense of who they are and comfortable in the fact that they are capable of exploring their sexuality with others without triggering overwhelming feelings of jealousy and guilt. I always tell people that to make this work you need to check your relationship at the door and pick it back up again on your way out. Whatever happens in between is just sex and fun. There is no room for jealousy of any sort and those who come looking to make a bad relationship better are likely to leave in worse shape than they arrived in.

Before you jump in the deep end of the pool, it behooves you to learn how to swim. A lesson some tend to learn the very hard way.

Glub Glub.

Write a Comment

You must be logged in to post feedback. Login | Register.