Auto-Erotic Bio On The Installment Plan: The Key Party

Erotic Story Practice

What follows is fiction, save of course most of it happened except for the parts that occurred in some other context, or is hard to explain in any way worth bothering. Naturally, if you claim to have been any part of this you fib, as this is fiction.

If you wish you had been there, despite the bad stuff, I don’t blame you.

This does not make me a good or prudent person, simply honest. As George C. Scott growled somewhere during Dr. Strangelove, well ahead of realizing they were completely fucked: “I never said we wouldn’t get our hair mussed…”

Or someone like that, involving thermonuclear war and millions dead, whatever. What follows is less important, but more significant, no moral other than everything does not have to have a goddamn moral, however obvious to anyone else.

Some things just seem right until someone resets the past.

Fair enough, confess those of us who decided not to bail. Meaning me. So far, however I remain optimistic.

There are are dozen ways into this story, nine sexual and since I want to write this sexually let’s start not in any proper order than one of those nine. Let’s not kid ourselves, where everything worked. This is the perfect acid trip, the great x or coke, this is the bit in the overall that if you ever could be addicted to – even the parts that went wrong at the key party went right, but keep your self deception to yourself as much as possible.

Also, style note on narration – to ensure truth and objectivity here, the two quick – quickish – sex scenes are essential, although better described hopefully than seem to replicate bouncy home video do – they are presented here as in third person, IDs unidentified prior along with the whiny narration that follows to make this strange allowance for the audience – the sex scenes did and do occur precisely as objectively described.

Everything else the narrator implies, believe it, don’t believe it, all you have – your call, for now anyway – this is a sex story with nothing but the sex scenes being as described, the narrator has his own motives.

Unlike many tales of this sort, no need to worry over any sexual exaggeration or panic attacks, all involved knew the drill, kinda, or pretended to, but as for the rest of it all….although nothing started or ended there, everything can be traced through the key party.

A real life key party.

Although this number is slightly skewed as I had slept with no one there, except occasionally my wife, however through circumstances varied, but all known to me prior, Patty had had at least oral sex with all of them, including the women. Patty constantly teased me about this when she needed the leverage elsewhere, but tonight I was as always to pretend I knew nothing of any of this, especially if the planned plan planned out.

Our swinging experience as a couple had begun way earlier, and we had never met a swinger. Only occasionally found weird fun escalating at times where nobody said no, but nothing had been planned. Sharing a hotel room once produced a perfectly innocent sharing of the shower, while drunk. Some hands entangled. Laughter. Both the gals gave me the blowjob of my life after Patty’s friend’s husband passed out leaving our four a threesome (names withheld just for first vids).

Was that pushy or mean of the first guy? Perhaps. Uncalled for? I disagree. I still say whiskey dick cock blocking any thing like that is your issue. In the best of even kinky world’s, some stuff is rare. Tequila is very available. Why bother, almost?

Were there repercussions? Sure. No real damage, still friends, but an obligation by me had been taken which no one could understand why I was fine with. When the weird gets weirder trying to be normal, stay low.

Okay, the last one was mean, but I was cool. They teased about his turn, I said go ahead. Shocked all by being too cool. They suggested me leaving, I objected, mentioned he left on his own, I wanted to watch. So suddenly my desire to watch my wife’s first time – before me – with another man was suddenly too prurient because he had passed out at his chance.

So, as a wuss I agreed to leave them alone, provided a video was made just as had been before.

Arguments tabled, here are the video transcripts.

First Video: a post Halloween party gig where Guy A is puking, sad girls A and B stroke his hair lovingly while Guy B films. After putting Guy A to bed, girls – drunk – play with each other for forty-nine minutes, and then with Guy B for four (his fault but he loved it) Girl B secretly calls Guy B a pig for letting it happen. Total tape time: 67 minutes.

All four wake up, the above leads into second tape described:

Once Guy B is clear, drinking and teasing him leads to a topless contest, which leads to a blindfold make out contest, which leads to a topless waitress game, which leads to a double blowjob, cowgirl with each, double blowjob, doggie, doggie, double blowjob, they literally fight and giggle over who gets to take the jizz first, then swap it for two minutes at least. Total video: 2 hours forty minutes, with erasures.

First quiz, starting fresh: Based on so far, who am I? Is my unspoken uncomfortable complaint valid, or risking a good thing?

Who do you wish I was?

Anyone here you would stand in as?

Also, clearly, the key party story comes next, which is chronologically correct in any event.

For now, the brief vid descriptions – possibly to be expanded, but for now the basics and last inquiry.

Fair enough? Tit for tat? Or cruel move. And if so, why?

To be continued…