As I roll along in my effort to catch up to today’s date in the Kinktober challenge, for the day 3 prompt, I’m going to write about exhibitionism. This is a pretty easy one to write about, as someone who has spent a bit of time at many kink events and sex clubs, being in the room with other people and sex is something that we’ve done a lot of. Not only that, but I’d call myself a low-grade exhibitionist, and while I don’t know that Soren is particularly taken, one way or another with the sensation of exhibitionism for himself, he definitely gets a charge out of showing me off.
While there are a lot of memories I could draw from, I think perhaps the best one to describe is my first experience with exhibitionism, as in some ways, the first time carries an intensity that gets dulled as you get more inured to not just being seen having sex, but being watched by an audience.
My first brush with having an audience was early in our sex club ‘career,’ and it was during the era that I was just coming to terms with my bisexuality. I knew that I had liked girls for a long time, and I was interested in exploring more, but it was also a very new feeling, and I was shy about it. We had wandered around the party for a while, chatting with some old acquaintances (one couple in particular who we had zero sparks with) and meeting some new people when we ran into this new couple. I can’t remember much about him at all to be honest, and my interactions with him were very limited. She was the one who had caught my interest.
To be completely honest, the attraction was not about her looks (though she was very pretty) or her personality (we would probably not have been friends if I met her at work instead of at a swing party.) She, however, was openly interested in me, and both she and her husband made note of the fact that one of her favorite activities was being the first same-sex experience for other women. I was intrigued.
We flirted in the lounge area (chatting only, no sex) while sitting around a firepit. Eventually, we wandered off to find some snacks, and following Soren’s lead, we wound up where you always end up when you follow Soren at a sex party, the playroom. We were exhilarated, having dipped just one toe into the ‘Ana plays with a woman’ wading pool, and there was a cool sex swing upstairs that Soren had his eye on.
We were just getting set up with the swing, me settling into place while Soren gathered up towels and lube from baskets around the room, when the couple from the firepit appeared in the room. In my mind, it would have been up to me to cause something sexual to happen with them, and to my thinking I had not been brave enough to take my shot. Never, in a million years would I have expected her to make the first move. She asked me quaintly whether I liked ‘girl stuff,’ to which I responded, “I don’t know, let’s find out.”
She positioned herself on her knees, right in front of my spread legs, while sending her husband to stand at my shoulder. They had obviously run this play before, and he held the swing stable and acted as a platonic sort of ‘hype-man,’ telling me how good his wife was at this sort of thing, and how much she loved it. It was strange, but actually really helpful, as my biggest anxiety during sex with anyone other than Soren is the fear that they might not really be that attracted to me. (Silly, I know – why would they be there in that case, but anxieties aren’t necessarily best known for being logical.) Meanwhile, Soren was set up behind her shoulder, where he had a front row view of the action.
She was theatrical about it, she made it clear that she was about to put on a show, and a crowd began to gather even before we really started, though honestly I was not that aware of the crowd at that point. As soon as she slipped her fingers inside of me and lowered her face to my clit, any awareness of the crowd completely faded away and I lost my sense of where I was altogether. This is when the party learned that in fact, when she isn’t being shy or self-conscious, Ana is actually quite loud. My frantic cries quickly brought enough people in to watch that they were now jostling one another for the limited floor space as they crowded close around us. She called her husband over to her side, “Come and look at this. Can you believe how wet she is?” She played to the now-gathered crowd, loving every minute of this, showing them the glistening evidence of her skills on her hands and face. I came and came, screaming out loud and completely unaware of the audience we had drawn. Until I started to come down.
“My turn,” she trilled gleefully, helping me down out of the swing and climbing in, in front of me. I was coming down from my endorphin high, rapidly becoming aware that while the room had been full of other swingers, merrily fucking away in the other beds and equipment when we’d started, now it was just us, and this massive audience made up of most of the attendance of the party. I contemplated her perfume-scented pussy, realizing that I was about to try my first attempt at fingering and cunnilingus, in front of a rapt audience. No pressure.
Again, ever the hype-man, her husband was there, giving me detached, clear instructions about what she liked. There was no sense of dominance there, or being directed. He was more like a helpful talking instruction sheet, which honestly was exactly what I needed. Funnily enough, though I was burningly aware of Soren’s presence, his eyes, his interest at every moment, I also don’t remember much interaction. I think he was just stunned that this was even happening, and trying to memorialize every detail to keep it forever in his heart (and spank bank.)
I gingerly slipped one finger inside of her, then at his direction, performed the ‘come hither’ action that is the universal language of fingerers everywhere. I should have known exactly what to do – I mean, I do consider myself an expert on the having of a vagina, but much later, I realized that I was ‘hithering’ in the wrong direction, my fingertips pointed down, rather than up. I can’t tell you if I was similarly obvious in my inexperience as I dove in, burying my face in her sex, but I can tell you that she didn’t complain, though unlike me, she was not a screamer.
In my memory, it’s almost like there was a spotlight on me, and I can’t remember specific faces, just a sort of faceless, murmuring crowd that seemed to cast an adoring energy on the both of us. Before long, Soren had spent as long as he could stand on the sidelines, and he took me by the hips while I still lapped at her mango-reminiscent pussy for all I was worth. It didn’t take long before I was coming again, but this was early in my sex game, and that was a lot of high intensity orgasms for me. Next thing I knew, we had all moved to a mattress laid out on the floor, and Soren fucked me, hard this time, rather than tempered as he’d been when he was mindful not to disrupt my rhythm with her in the swing. She positioned herself behind him, holding his balls in her hand as he pounded into me, one of only two interactions that Soren had with her.
After he came, she asked politely if she could taste us both on his cock, and I exhaustedly nodded approval. She took him deep into her mouth, one time, then kissed us both goodnight. As we headed downstairs to slip into the swimming pool and collect our thoughts, the couple we knew, who we had spent half the night chatting with, emerged out of the crowd. It was funny to me that they’d been there all along, but I hadn’t seen them or realized they were there. They took our place on the mattress with the couple we’d just left behind, and we drifted downstairs to swim and eat cheese from the sex buffet.
Later that night, we were standing around the kitchen, chatting with some other couples we knew. This was the end-of-the-night recap phase, and someone around the table said, “Did you hear the screaming upstairs earlier? Someone was having fun. I didn’t get up there in time to see what was going on, but I heard it was pretty entertaining.” I just ducked my head and blushed, Soren’s hand proud at my waist.