A Formal Affair (Straight)

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Part One

Hand-in-hand, Cathy and I walked quickly through the parking lot and to the door. We were half an hour late, and it was an unseasonably cold night. From the outside, the building appeared to be a warehouse. I wouldn’t have been certain that we were in the right place if not for the bouncer outside the door. As we approached, I turned to Cathy and asked if she was nervous. She nodded and said, “But excited too.”

She’d said nothing at all during the ride here, and neither had I. We’d talked about this so often in the weeks prior that there was nothing left to say. At this point I felt prepared, though in truth I did not know much about tonight’s proceedings beyond the address and the time. Cathy had heard about this event from a friend, who recommended it highly, but when we RSVP’d by email, few details were provided in response. Cathy and I had been together nearly a year now, and it was easily the best relationship of my life. We clicked in every way, including sexually. We were both very open sexually, and we’d attended a couple of swinger’s parties before this. Tonight, however, would be the furthest we’d ventured from convention.

“Hello. Cathy and Brian Dellmont,” I said, announcing our names to the bouncer. He peered at an iPad, reviewing what I assumed was a guest list, and finding our names, waved us along. “Enjoy yourselves,” he said.

I opened the door and held it for Cathy. We entered a large front room, with two grand doors on the opposite side, which I assumed led to the main hall. A blonde woman sat behind a desk. She wore a black blouse and a tight black mini-skirt. On the left of her chest was a badge that read “Staff” and below that “Ericka.” She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, a few years younger than Cathy. She stood and welcomed us. Then she looked at Cathy and said, “Ladies first. You may go through.”

Cathy smiled at me sheepishly and opened the door to the main room. I could see that on the other side there was a large hall with many tables throughout and a long bar at the back. A number of people were scattered about. The door shut. “We’ll have to go through the check-in procedure with you, Sir,” Ericka said.

She gestured to her right and said, “If you’ll please go through the door on your left here.”

“Of course,” I said and walked a few paces to this other door. Through the door was a small room, virtually a large closet, where a woman was seated on a chair. There was nothing else in the room except for a set of drawers at her side. She was brunette and perhaps closer to Cathy’s age, but she wore the same black uniform as the previous woman and also had a staff badge on her chest. She stood and approached me. “You look very handsome in that tux,” she said.

I laughed. “I think you’re being generous," I said.

I was not accustomed to such formal wear and felt slightly uneasy, but it was required for tonight’s event. Cathy had chosen a beautiful blue gown, which she looked considerably more comfortable in than I did in this tuxedo, and for my money, much sexier too. She had gorgeous long legs that showed through a deep slit in the gown’s hemline that ran almost to her hip. She had a fabulously curvy body that I idolized.

But right at this moment I was not thinking about her. The staff person came closer to me and said, “No, it’s true. You look very good.”

She placed her hand on my crotch and began to massage my groin. I was surprised but not shocked. I did know this would be a swinger’s event of sorts. The brunette dropped to her knees and unzipped my trousers, quickly taking my cock into her mouth. She pulled on it with her mouth in a workman-like fashion, and in a minute or so I was fully erect. Now she surprised me. She reached into a drawer and pulled from it a roll of measuring tape. She smiled at me and placed the tape along the top of my cock and noted the result. Next she wrapped it around the thickest portion of my cock and again took a moment to note the result. As she took the measurements, I could see for myself that my cock was 4.6 inches in length and 4.3 inches in girth. I, of course, knew this already, but I was slightly embarrassed for this strange woman to know it. She then returned my cock to my briefs and zipped my trousers. She reached into the drawer again and removed a roll of red, circular stickers. She peeled one off and placed it on the lapel of my jacket.

“You must wear this sticker at all times. If you remove it, you will be escorted from the premises by security,” she said as she lifted her arm and waved me towards the door.

“Have a wonderful night,” she said.

I could feel my cock quickly softening as I made my way to the door. I was again in the front room where Ericka sat behind the desk. There were no other guests waiting, but I assumed this was because of our late arrival. “Please go on ahead,” Ericka said.

Finally I entered the main room. I looked around for Cathy, but I did not see her. I imagined she’d gone to the bathroom or perhaps into one of the many rooms connected to the hallroom. There were many doorways with velvet curtains obscuring what was behind them. In the hall itself, I estimated there were about 25 or 30 people, some gathered at tables and about a dozen lingering at the bar. It was an attractive crowd, ranging in age from mid-twenties to early 40s, from what I could see.

At this point my curiosity was irrepressible, so I made my way to the first velvet curtain to my right. I pushed aside the curtain and entered a foyer area. Another staff person, again a woman, stood between two doors. I asked her what was behind the doors.

“You must enter to find out,” she said.

I reached for the knob of the door to the right side of her, but she quickly put up her hand. “You must go into that room” she said, pointing to the other door.

“Ok,” I said, and I entered the door to her left. The room inside slightly resembled the interrogation rooms so often seen on police television dramas. There were a few rows of chairs, and two gentlemen already seated. They appeared to be in their mid-30s and both had red stickers on their lapels. They faced a large mirror, which I knew immediately was a two-way mirror, providing a view into the room immediately adjacent to this one. In that room there were also several rows of chairs, but perpendicular to the chairs in this room. Six women sat in these chairs, but they did not face us. They faced a single man sitting at a lone chair in the front of the room.

I knew this man was not staff, for he wore a tuxedo and had a blue sticker on his lapel. His trousers, however, were around his ankles, and he was slowly stroking his cock, which I noticed was quite larger than my own. The women watched him carefully. I took a seat and surveyed the other room for my wife. She was not one of them. After a minute, a tall, black-haired woman in the front row raised her gown and spread her legs, revealing her pussy. She had thick, dark lips, her pubic hair trimmed neatly along them. Though the rooms were separated, we were still quite close, and I could see her pussy was quite wet.

I heard a rustling behind me, and turned to see that one of them in my room had begun stroking himself. He must have begun quietly when I sat down, because even at a quick glance I could see he was very hard. His cock was similar to mine in length, if not a bit longer, but it was exceedingly thin, perhaps under four inches in circumference. This made me feel a little more comfortable with my own standing.

The black-haired woman began to slam two fingers into herself, making a loud slopping sound. She sunk lower in her chair and spread her legs wider, revealing her asshole. The man at the front of the room cursed in excitement. After a few moments the black-haired woman let out a long groan, and a stream was expelled from her pussy. I’d never seen a woman squirt before, and it was quite a sight. She leaned her head back and moaned, but then stood up and approached the man in the chair.

She placed her left foot on the seat of his chair and exposed herself to him. She leaned close and said to him, “Did you know why I squirted? Because I was looking at your big fucking cock. I love it. That’s why I’m talking to you right now, that’s why I want you to see my cunt, because your cock is big.”

The man said in an exhale, “Oh God.” His cockhead was nearly purple at this point. She reached down and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling his hands away from his cock. She then began stroking his cock with both her hands. “Look how it fills up my hands,” she said.

I don’t know who, but another woman in the room called out, “Measure it.” At this the staff person outside the door came in, walked to the front of the room, and handed the black-haired woman a roll of measuring tape. The black-haired woman said to the man, “Stand up.”

She placed the tape along the top of his cock and turned to the five other women and said, “A little over seven inches.” Next she measured its girth and again announced to the others, “Five and a quarter.”

She put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into a seated position. She stroked his cock furiously. “I want to watch this cock cum. I want to make that cum travel up this long shaft. That cum’s got a long way to go, baby. Bet it comes out in big spurts, doesn’t it? Show me. Oh God, it’s making my cunt wet just to be near your dick.”

With this the man came, as the black-haired woman imagined, in several thick spurts. Her right hand, which was nearest his cock head, was covered in white cream. She raised her thumb and licked it clean. She opened her mouth to show the man a long streak of cum on her tongue and then swallowed it. She looked behind her, and two women quickly raised their hands. She approached each of the two in turn, and each licked one of the black-haired woman’s fingers clean and swallowed the man’s cum. He watched, saying over and over again, “Holy fuck.”

I was stunned, and it seemed so was the man who’d just came. I wondered if he’d been here before. Certainly a few of the women seemed familiar with the proceedings around here. A few of them stood and left the room, including the black-haired woman. In a moment she entered our room. I’ll admit I was intimidated by her. She walked up to man behind me who’d been playing with himself. She hiked up her skirt and placed her hand at the back of his head and pulled his head between her legs. She said, “Suck my clit, Ben, and keep your head right there so I don’t have to see that skinny thing of yours. It’ll kill the mood.”

It was clear they came here together. I, for one, was glad she was not my partner. I was surprised by the tone of the evening so far. Though I hadn’t known what to expect, I certainly did not expect what I’d seen already. The second man in the room appeared content to watch, and the black-haired woman did not seem to mind. Myself, I thought I could use a drink, and I hoped to find Cathy. I left the room.
 
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Excellent plotline and writing! Hope to see a lot more! My wife and I share similarly themed fantasies.
 
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Part Two

As I made my way to the bar, I glanced around the hall, but I did not see Cathy. At the bar, I took a seat next to a gentleman with a long, hawkish nose and a receded hairline. His jacket was slung over the back of his chair. “Name’s Rick. Weird place, huh? This is my first time.” he said.

“Me too. Did you come with a partner?” I said.

Before he could answer a short woman, perhaps in her early 40s, took a seat to my right. She quickly said hello to the two of us. The bartender, a college-aged woman with red hair and many tattoos, came near and we ordered drinks. Rick and I ordered spirits, and the woman asked for a glass of champagne. “My name’s Tammy,” the woman in her 40s said.

Tammy was roughly five feet tall and had Asian features. Her dress revealed a wide, bulging expanse of cleavage. We said hello and gave her our names, and I told her that just before she sat down I’d asked Rick if he’d come alone. Rick took his cue to answer and informed us he’d come with his wife of two years, who was currently in one of the curtained rooms. I told Tammy that it was my first time here, and that I’d come with my girlfriend. Tammy, presumably feeling she ought to reciprocate, told us she’d come alone. “This is my second time. Last time I came with a friend. Do you two like it? Feel you’ve got the hang of the place.”

“I think I might be getting it,” I said.

Tammy changed the subject from tonight’s event, and we began to talk about past experiences and a bit about sexual politics as well. She’d told us a little of how she came to be interested in this sort of thing. It was a friendly, interesting exchange. I asked her a few questions, but Rick said little. After a minute, a staff person, this one a tall, leggy blonde, came over to us and addressed Rick directly. She said, “I’m sorry, but you must wear your jacket, Sir. House rules. Would you put it on, please?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” Rick said. He stood, picked up his coat from the back of the chair, and put his arms through the sleeves. The staff person thanked him and walked away. When his jacket had settled on his shoulders, a blue sticker on his left lapel became clear.

“Oh,” Tammy said. She paused for a moment and, looking at Rick, added, “May I?”

“May you what?” Rick said. But saying no more, Tammy stood, took a step past me, and dropped to her knees in front of Rick. She unzipped his trousers, drew them down beneath his hips, and in one quick motion yanked his briefs down. Rick’s flaccid cock flopped out. It was nearly as long and as thick as my full erection. Tammy took his cock in her hand and held it aloft. She began to lick and suck at Rick’s balls while gently stroking his cock. She said, more or less to herself, “I love balls.”

Rick looked at me in stunned silence. His cock was quickly growing hard and now Tammy took it into her mouth. After a few long strokes of her mouth, it stood at full attention. I estimated it was about seven inches in length, similar to the man I’d seen in the first room, but noticeably thicker. With her hand wrapped around it, Tammy’s thumb and index finger only just grazed.

“This is a fat one,” Tammy said. “I love fat cocks. Look how it stretches my mouth.” She gave it several long, steady strokes with her mouth and then slapped it hard on her cheek. Now looking up at me, she said, “Heavy fucking big cock.”

She turned back towards Rick’s cock, and slowly caressed her face with it. She said to Rick, “Do you like having your long, wide cock on my slutty face? Look how much of my face it covers. I love feeling your hot cock all over my face, weighing down on me.”

Rick groaned and nodded as she spoke. A clear droplet of pre-cum leaked from him, and Tammy ate it immediately. I might have felt uncomfortable about watching, but Tammy repeatedly made eye contact with me. She pulled his cock from her mouth with a loud suction noise and said to me, her voice a whine of desire, “Big cocks like this turn me on so much.”

Rick, gaining confidence, put his hand on the back of his head and fucked her face.” When he pulled out Tammy stroked his saliva-covered cock and said, “The head is so thick. I’m dripping just thinking about what it would feel like going in my pussy.”

I also noticed that a group at a nearby table was watching closely, as were a man and a woman in at the bar. They appeared to be together. After another minute the man left the woman he was sitting with and approached Tammy. He was quite tall, but otherwise plain in appearance. He wore a yellow sticker on his lapel. He opened his fly and pulled out his cock. He was obviously excited from watching, because his cock was already hard.

Tammy looked at the tall man’s cock as she sucked on Rick in long pulls but made no move to touch the tall man. The difference in size between Rick and this man was clear. The tall man’s partner now approached, holding a wine glass in her left hand. She briefly put her other hand on the tall man’s shoulder, and then took that hand and began to fondle Rick’s balls. Rick looked at her in astonishment. Tammy then stood and turned her back to Rick. She hiked up her dress, bent over slightly, and arched her back. I could not see, but I knew she was completely exposed to Rick. The other woman began to stroke Rick’s cock with force, while the tall man continued to stroke himself.

Tammy swiveled her head back to look at Rick. She said, “Please look at my pussy and asshole. It makes me feel so good when men with big, fat cocks like yours look at my holes.”

Rick obliged and stared between Tammy’s legs. It clearly had an effect on him, as a creamier string of pre-cum emerged from his cockhead. Tammy saw this, dropped again to her knees, and swallowed the string. She quickly bounced back up and resumed her exposed position, while the other women continued to stroke Rick. Again she turned her head back, but this time she it seemed she was looking at his cock. She said, “Your cock is so beautiful. Look at that thick vein in the middle. Look how it’s jutting out, ready to cum. Oh God, do you know how happy it makes me to watch big dicks cum?”

Rick yelled that he was going to cum. I saw Tammy’s hands spread her ass cheeks farther. The other women stroked the head of Rick’s cock and the next two inches or so with lighting speed. She placed her wine glass underneath his cock. And then Rick exploded, two long streams of cum painting Tammy’s pussy and asshole. She nearly crumpled in satisfaction at this, putting her hands on my shoulders to steady herself. Another stream of cum hit Tammy’s calf, and several white spurts were emptied into the other woman’s wine glass.

Tammy reached between her legs, and when she brought her hand in front of her face it was smeared with cum. She turned around, took the ridge of her palm and dragged it over the edge of the other’s woman’s wine glass. The cum dribbled along the inside edge, and soon was added to the dark red wine. The other woman licked the edge of the glass and drank the wine in a few swallows. Tammy dropped to her knees and cleaned Rick’s cock with her mouth. She kissed the head and then held the shaft against her face, lovingly.

The other woman, speaking for the first time, said, “I’d like a measurement.”

The leggy blonde staff person quickly returned, from some corner or another, and handed the woman a roll of tape measure. She reached over and set her glass down on the bar. She looked down at Tammy and raised her eyebrows, as though to ask if she might intervene. Tammy held Rick’s cock up. It was now only semi-erect, but it looked just as thick as before. The other woman measured its length and announced that it was six inches. She measured its girth and announced it to be 5.7 inches.

She turned to the tall man and measured his cock, length and then girth. Looking directly at the tall man, she said, “It’s 5.5 inches in length and 4.8 inches in girth. It’s fully hard but smaller than this man’s half-hard cock.”

A woman at the nearby table said, “And you can really see how much thicker that one is.” There were two women and three men at the nearby table, and I noticed that the men all wore yellow stickers on their lapels. I scanned the room. In total, there were about 12-15 men in the main hall. Aside from me, only one other man wore a red sticker, and he was one of the men I’d already seen in the first room. The rest wore yellow stickers, except of course for Rick, who wore blue. If there were others with blue stickers, they must have been in the other rooms. It had become clear to me by now that the stickers signified one’s penis size. Common sense dictated that the blue sticker signified an above-average penis, the yellow an average penis, and the red a below-average penis. In other words, everyone I’d encountered since entering the main hall knew that I have a small cock.

Tammy was still on her knees in front of Rick. He was leaning against his chair while she sucked on his balls and let his cock rest on the top of her head. I could see cum running down her thigh. He picked up his glass and raised it in my direction. I certainly couldn’t blame him. I raised mine in return.

The other woman now reached down and began to stroke the tall man. He came almost immediately, in several gushing spurts onto the floor. After a moment they returned to their seats at the bar. The leggy blonde staff person again appeared and began to speak to Rick. Tammy licked at his balls while they spoke. I was still standing only one person away from Rick, so I could easily hear what was said, though they didn’t speak loudly.

She told him that she was aware this was his first time here. As she spoke she reached down and began to play with his cock in her right hand. She asked if he’d been in one of the other rooms, and Rick said no. She said, “Well, relatively speaking, there aren’t many men with big cocks, so we like to sort of direct our guests with beautiful dicks likes this to certain rooms at certain times to keep the evening entertaining. Maybe they didn’t tell you when you checked in. I’d like you to come with me to Room 4, and I’ll help you get this fat cock ready to go, OK?” Rick nodded and stood upright. His left ball popped from Tammy’s mouth, and the staff person led him away by his cock towards one of the velvet curtains.

Tammy stood and then took her seat. She grinned at me and gave my cock a squeeze through my trousers. I realized I’d been quite hard myself throughout this display. Tammy returned to her champagne. In the corner of my eye I thought I saw Cathy darting towards a velvet curtain and then through. It was neither the room I’d been in nor the one Rick had just entered. I got up and followed.
 
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