Sharing the Sheets by Natalie Weber Page A

first to see all those naked bodies scattered about going at it. But after a few minutes and a few sips of Patrón along with Tony’s hand wrapped around my body those nerves subsided. We walked around the large space slowly, taking notes on how everyone was interacting with each other. One scene had at least four voyeurs watching while pleasing themselves, nude bodies with green and red masks on were layered on top of each other licking, inserting, and rubbing all over each other. It was like a live porno play.
    Scantily dressed women and men were walking around with serving trays displaying condoms, lubrication, whips, handcuffs, blindfolds, and even vibrators. I noticed that servers were picking up clothes as they hit the floor and slipping bracelets on to their wrists. It was done very smoothly without disturbing the mood of the situation. It was an upscale swinger’s party. I was so amazed at how free everyone was. There were men on men, women on men, women on women; it was a secret dream come true. On the inside I wanted to strip bare and join the closest group next to me. We continued to another scene.
    â€œTony, this is—”
    â€œJust what you wanted.” He smiled.
    I think my grin was bigger than his. “Let me find out that you’re finally over the fact that you can’t have me all to yourself. But you’ve been keeping all this a secret, why?” I waved my hand then took another sip of my drink.
    â€œYou wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
    â€œOh yeah, like you haven’t been to one of these before.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. I wasn’t mad, but getting rid of him for good would be senseless.
    â€œHonestly, I’d never been. I only got an invite because I used one of my boys’ name.”
    â€œAnd who is your boy?”
    â€œYou will never meet him. Remember our agreement: there are no meet-and-greets with anyone in our personal lives.” He gave me a little wink and nod then emptied his glass. As one of the servers walked by he placed the glass on the tray.
    I was ready to get it started. My skin was hot, and my arousal started to bubble over. I watched Tony undress, so I followed suit. I placed my empty glass on a tray as a server slipped my bracelet on to my wrist. I kept my shoes on, only because I didn’t want them to be mishandled or someone thinking it’s okay to try them on.
    â€œDo you want—”
    Before he could finish his question my feet led me away. I spotted a chiseled chest, defined abs, strong arms, and a well-endowed white man, which was rare from what I’d been told. When I was in college I dated a few white guys, but they always fell short so I never got that point. My hot spot was already overflowing watching him dig deep into this woman while another was shoving her tongue down his throat. I didn’t care to look if Tony was behind me or not. I am getting a taste of that, I thought.
    I eased closer, staring at him. He had a green mask on, which meant he wanted something new. My mind was set on showing him something new. I stood there with my nipples erect, my clit throbbing, and ready for him to slam his ten wide inches into me. I suddenly felt Tony’s readiness to bend me over and do me right there, but I wasn’t having it. I placed myself at the edge of the daybed like a begging dog. He stopped momentarily, and reached for my right breast. I let out a soft moan welcoming his touch.
    â€œI’ve never had chocolate before. Can only you join?”
    â€œLet me show you what a little bit of chocolate can do for you.” I licked my lips and lifted a fresh condom of the tray next to the bed. “Let’s just make it clear: you can’t stick me and anyone else at the same time.” I handed him the condom.
    He moved of the bed and removed the rubber from his penis and placed the new one on. I heard the female, who was on all fours, on the bed groaning for more.