Malcolm and I officially inherited another swinger's group last week. Since September, we've been hosting for the group, Affinity. But last week we got ownership lock, stock, and barrel. After talking it over, we decided to make it work for us, and for everyone involved, and to do it our way, Period.
Treating such a thing as though we are managers is really the only way to make it work efficiently. Running a club as a democracy is ludicrous, essentially. Until someone Else's money and time is on the line, they are all armchair events planners. People will always have complaints and "suggestions", and some of them will be valid. The majority, though, will be considered, and the final decisions will be ours. There is also a super sweet lady and her husband helping us in this endeavor. They have been so supportive and motivational for me.
Probably the best motivation of all has been Malcolm coming on board with the group 110%. He's always been rather on the fence about Affinity. It's not really his thing. It's very social, very showy. He's all about the nitty gritty action. But he has come to terms with the fact that people are in different stages of the journey, and although he and I are in that last upper echelon, the majority of people will never get there. They want a fun night out, a memorable party, someplace where they can dress up and look at others or have others look at them. They want to drink, to dance, to make merry, and to make some new friends. Malcolm acknowledges that there is merit to such an event, that it has a wider circuit appeal than, say, a hotel party. So he's given his word to help me make it work, and we chose this weekend to network the bullshit out of other groups and spread the word that WE are the new owners, and that the Drama in the group is at an end.
Malcolm had asked me to attend a party with him in Mass this weekend. I wanted to be with him, because of course I love to be wherever he is. But I could tell that he wanted to attend with his friend, and since he is so incredibly generous with me, allowing me to attend events with just about anyone, I wanted him to know he had my full support and trust as well, and I told him to have a great time, but to mention us to the group owner he would be meeting. He heartily agreed. I, on the other hand, chose last minute to attend a party close to my home with some people I was already acquainted with, in an effort to boost support in our group again, and give people the opportunity to place the face with the name. I took Jachin with me, since he was at my house anyways and I had a couple of hours to shower and change while he dawdled on the PC.
Jachin is so considerate when we're spending time together. We are friends now, but there will always be the memory that exists of that other time. It's so comfortable to slip back into relating to him, even when he makes me furious. LOL Just like old times. But he really does make a fantastic date when he knows that no matter what happens, he'll be taken care of at the end of the night. We spent time laughing and chatting with people there, I recruited, and we both enjoyed our hostess's superior cooking. Jachin is still so shy, but he opened up towards the end of the night, flirting and laughing with a couple of ladies, even collaring one with me. He tried to set up a 3sum for us, but the lady had already tired herself out and was getting ready to head home. He got her number though, and will be working on that. It's always wonderful to watch him flirt. He's such a happy thing, with his smile, and his shyness all blended together with that Purpose he has for everything he sets out to accomplish.
We came home early, the party was winding down, and there hadn't been much real action. I'd asked Jachin if he'd wanted to start something in the open room, knowing I shouldn't tease him like that. He doesn't like fucking in public, he doesn't like everyone looking at his big cock. He's never liked it, I can remember even back to our second party how it bothered him to whip it out and have people coo and aww over it. I was disappointed at not finding a lady partner to play with. Jachin hasn't seen me eat pussy in awhile, and he's been harping on it, would love to see one of my girlfriends sit on my mouth while he fucks my pussy. He gets so turned on by it, it makes him go down too, which I just love to tease him about. After watching Malcolm eat me, he's all but given up eating me LOL, but I do think it's sweet when he makes the effort to pleasure my girlfriends. I like seeing him do it, even knowing he doesn't really think he likes it.
He wanted me to sit on his fat cock and ride him with my back to him. It was a great Idea, and really spread my pussy out so that he was deep inside. But my short legs killed the idea early on. He pushed me over to the bed and put me on my hands and knees for him so that he could see my still bruised ass while he pounded in to me, listening to my wetness squelch out and spray him. He wrapped his fists in my hair and pounded into me, coming hard and fast. For his 3rd orgasm of the day, he was incredibly impressive. LOL, I hadn't cum, and he knew it, and he let me suck his cum and my cream off his cock, loving the way I'd gag and drool all over him. It keeps him hard to feel that thick spit coating his cock, and running down onto his balls. Malcolm taught me that trick, and has helped me perfect it. Jachin was able to push way down my throat and make me gag so hard it got scary messy for a minute. But I was so turned on, had my fingers buried in his cum, rubbing it all over my clit, and licking it off my fingers and thinking about having Malcolm's head buried in my pussy.
The stimulation started to be too much for him, and he pulled out of my mouth with an audible pop from breaking the suction, a ribbon of spit still connecting us. He put his clothes on, and I asked him if he would fuck me with my favorite toy. "Is it a big one?" he asked. "Yep, the biggest I have." I answered. It wasn't crazy big, but a good 9 inch thick black dildo that Malcolm gave me. Jachin got that look in his eye, and said "Yeah, yeah...I'll do that". He fucked me hard with it, and I rubbed my clit until the pressure was so huge and I came so hard I pushed the dildo out and squirted on his hand and arm. He knew I wasn't done, and fucked me with it more, and I came again, totally spent. I was exhausted, but Jachin had spent most of his day sleeping, and wasn't tired. So, as we argued about why he HAD to drive home to Portland, even knowing he had to turn around and come back the next day early was beyond me. But I was too tired to argue, especially knowing it involved one psycho or another, so I snuggled under the blankets as he kissed me goodnight, made sure I was tucked in, told me he loved me, and went on his way covered in my body fluids.
I will be trying to convince Malcolm to author a blog about his adventures and thoughts soon. Malcolm actually encouraged me to write this in it's excruciating detail for our audience. I will be spending tomorrow with Malcolm, and then with Jachin. What a day it promises to be.
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