Thursday the anal creampie plans changed abruptly. No longer would we meet at this one lifestyle, but would meet at a different, more casual place. It was just drinks and dancing at a club where we could do the sexy flirting we enjoyed. That sounded like fun, but we decided it would depend on how late I’d get home.
I had a meeting on Friday that led to a great anal creampie. Midday Saturday I left on a field trip and permission to just leave from there to go home. The upshot is that I got home pretty early on Saturday. By the time we left, I felt much more grounded and happy. Seeing Jamie has that effect on me.
We drove to the club, arriving fashionably late. Vance had arranged the party to take place in a more private, screened off area and several other couples plus a few single men were already there. At this point, any bystander would not have guessed that this was an anal creampie group. That would soon change.
Central to the transformation was a liberal application of alcohol. Because I knew I would soon get tired, I went with a drink popular in rave clubs: Red Bull and Jack Daniels. The Red Bull energy drink perks you up while the JD lays you out. After a glass or two, I was ready for anal creampie. Jamie, drinking mandarin flavoured vodka on the rocks, was soon liquid as well.
Things took a randy turn when Cyndi opened her presents. Everyone had brought sex toys as gifts! Some were fun, some were puzzling, but one received lots of attention: a paddle.
“Somehow,” our friend Janet “stumbled upon me” while I was leaning over a table. “Coincidentally,” she had that rascally paddle in her hand. With not a little encouragement from onlookers, she gave me quite a few good whacks on the rump. I made extra loud moaning noises, which provoked her to smack me harder, so that I moaned louder.
Things escalated from there.
Eventually, Jamie drove us to a hotel room that Vance had rented for an after party. I was a little tipsy, but not as tipsy as Jamie thought. Even so, I was glad she was driving because it gave her the chance to back out. I encouraged her to just drive home if she were at all uncomfortable with the prospect of a full anal creampie party. Even though people assured us we could simply watch if we wanted, we both knew that if we went in, we were in all the way. Not that we would be pressured, but because we both were that sort of people: in for a penny, in for a pound.
We looked around the room, seeing who had shown for the party. There was Cyndi and Vance, Janet and Matt, Tom and Brenda, and Peter, a solo guy who was a friend of everyone.