My phone pinged with a new message: ‘Saturday, 4pm, our house. Come clean-shaven and open-minded. Gate code 2376, park at the front. D x’

Clean-shaven...where did she mean, upstairs or downstairs? And open-minded? Had we not already been? Saturday was still a few days away, and I was busy with work, but there was a building sense of anticipation as the weekend approached. Saturday arrived, grey and wet and windy – it was February after all – but with anticipation in my blood. I showered and shaved (downstairs for the record) on Saturday morning, and could feel butterflies building.

I headed over, mostly cross country, it was about thirty-five minutes away; I knew where it was but had never been before. I drove down a winding lane before arriving at a pair of imposing gates. I punched the code into the number pad and saw, as they swung back slowly, a big house with lots of gardens, a stream to one side, and a drive that led around the back. I knew Deb and her husband were wealthy, but wow. No sign of any other cars, but I parked at the front as directed, and headed up to the large, wooden front door, my heart pounding.

There was an envelope with ‘R x’ on the front pinned to the door with a small black drawstring bag, and a basket on the ground. Opening the envelope, I found a typed note which read, ‘Strip. Blindfold on. Earplugs in. Ring once only.’ Inside the bag were some earplugs, as well as a blindfold. I looked behind me, people driving past would see me naked It seemed quiet, but it added a thrill. I took off my clothes, shivering slightly at the cold, and put them in the basket. Earplugs in, they didn’t completely kill the noise, but almost. The blindfold was like a thick band, wider than those airplane ones, with a bridge for the nose. I put it over my head, rang the doorbell once, pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, and waited. And waited.

My senses were attuned to the cold, I wasn’t shivering yet, but I could feel the wind, and my goosebumps rising. I felt exposed (obviously), and slightly vulnerable in a way. This was all about trust, and letting go was scary but exciting. I knew when the door was opened not by the sound, but by the gust of warm air that rolled over me. Then lips against mine – Debs, if I wasn’t mistaken – no tongues, but warm, welcoming, relaxing. I breathed out, a little more comfortable, and felt my left hand lifted as I was gently urged forward. Under my feet, I moved from stone to what felt like tile. Less cold, and smoother. I still couldn’t hear anything, but I could smell: Deb’s perfume, flowers of some kind, furniture polish, some cleaning products, and maybe a recent hoovering. Amazing how you notice these things so acutely when it’s pretty much all you’ve got.  

I was led forwards again, and the floor turned to wood, a rug, and wood again before we turned left, then onto tiles although this time they were heated. I could smell coffee, faint but definitely there, and also a more sort of lived-in, peopled space. Maybe after shave? Still no noises, and no light or sight, so I had no idea where I was. A kitchen, perhaps? The leading hand stopped me, and turned me slightly to the left. The kiss came again, longer, and with tongues – which I love, it’s such a turn-on – and a hand on my chest, warm and soft, before a gentle pinch on my left nipple. This felt good, I could tell that I was at half-mast. And then…nothing.

I was probably only standing there for thirty seconds, but it drags out when there’s less sense of time, no ticking clocks, no movements, it felt like a while. Then hands again, now fingertips tracing lines up the back of my legs, my inner thighs, just inside my arse crack, up my sides – which are always ticklish unless I’m horny – no problem now. Then again, nothing, until I received another kiss, which moved in steps down my neck, across my chest, to my nipples (a gentle bite on each one), down my belly. Then another pause. I was craving sensations, I was used to the smell now and there was nothing new there, and my skin felt more sensitive.

I felt a hand circle my now proud cock, gently stroking it from tip to base and back again, down and up, and then another hand, cupping and fondling my balls. The fondling continued, but now I felt a tongue flicking my cockhead, before it was enveloped, warm and wet. Firmly pushing my foreskin back with its lips, the mouth then pushed itself more deeply, far down, and back, over and over. This was heaven. I could feel virtually nothing but oral sex while my balls were being gently stroked, pulled, and rolled. The sucking and rocking then intensified as the fondling stopped, and it was almost my only sensation. I wanted to push forwards but somehow felt it wasn’t part of the game, so I restrained myself. Then the mouth disappeared and again, nothing.

Finally, fingertips teased up my ankles, my shins, my thighs, my groin, belly, and chest, before hands were placed flat against my chest. I was guided backwards, slowly, until my calves bumped into a piece of furniture that was just higher than the back of my knees. Then something, a chord, was attached to one wrist, fed around the back, and to the other. It wasn’t short, or tight, and I could keep my arms by my side rather than behind my back, but the message was clear: no hands. I was then pushed back again until I sat on the piece of furniture, and pushed again until I was lying on my back. The furniture was fabric, not plastic or leather, and cushioned. There I was, naked in a strange house, hands behind my back, with my legs hanging off one end, and the other edge just above my head. Then, another long pause.

I felt the cushioning move as someone climbed on, putting their feet and then knees on either side, I was between them. Then, breasts against my belly – a magical sensation of warmth and softness – and my cock was held up and kissed, then sucked in before I smelled – and then felt – a pussy lowered onto my mouth. I assumed I was allowed to engage now, and I lifted my face a little and kissed upwards, feeling where everything was. I teased around with my tongue, getting my bearings as my cock was administered to, slowly but surely. Gaining confidence, I kissed more firmly, tasting divine wetness, rich and sexual, and I licked and sucked the lips, teased into the entrance. This seemed to be appreciated, she (I’m pretty sure it was Deb), was gyrating gently, and I used this as a guide to lick widely, soaking her and myself as I savoured her wetness.  

This continued for a while until my partner changed position slightly, moving her hips back so I could only reach her clit with my mouth. She also lifted her head off my cock but continued to stroke it slowly, the full length, lubricated with her spit. And then I felt two more bodies, one above my head, the other by my knees. My head was wedged gently between one pair of legs, my thighs pushed together and wedged between another. Above me, the body pushed forwards and pressed against me compressing me into place, I felt something on my forehead…balls! It was the same below, my thighs were now held in place by what felt like another man.

The ’head guy’ changed position slightly, and I felt my partner move back, she was clearly being penetrated. Based on what I could feel of her position, the same thing was happening below - my below, her mouth. She was being spit roasted and I was held underneath! It was a surprise, and my heart leapt in trepidation before I settled. I took a breath. My job here was to make her sex intense. Okay. I then focused my attention on her clit, my mouth was pretty much the only part of me with any freedom, so I thought I’d express myself as I could. Head guy was slowly moving back and forth, he was either slow or quite long, or both, as I only felt the balls on my forehead every few seconds. Thighs guy was mostly stationary, but I could feel my partner's head moving back and forth quite quickly as she (I think) sucked on him.

This was an unexpected situation, but in fact, it was a massive turn-on. Trapped in a foursome but also delivering and receiving pleasure – I was still getting a firm but gentle hand job. It was definitely an extension of my boundaries! Open-minded, eh…now that the surprise had subsided, I leaned into it a bit more and relaxed, enjoying the scene as I could ‘see’ it in my mind, through my skin, and my imagination. Head guy started to pick up the pace and I could feel his balls almost against my nose under the blindfold, and I could smell them, too – definitely a man smell.

Thigh guy started twitching, and I could sense him coming, I’m guessing into her mouth, and I then I felt something warm dripping onto my thighs and cock before he moved away, but someone else took his place almost immediately. Head guy was really going to work, now and before long the thrusting stopped as he went all the way in, and I felt his balls lift a little and pulse as he evidently emptied himself into my partner before pulling out. My partner was now bucking, too, she was clearly coming, and I got some drips in on my cheeks before someone else stepped in and plugged the gap. We went again, me licking up, teasing circles, flicking and licking. Even though I was tired, I wanted to play my part, so I pushed on.

The ’end result’ was repeated after a while, not before my partner had evidently come again, but this time the new head guy finished before the new thigh guy. Again I was dripped on. Some of it went into my mouth, it tasted different from mine, and then the new thigh guy more or less spurted across my cock, balls, and belly, I could feel it as it landed. Nobody replaced them, and my partner waited a few moments before lifting herself up and getting off the day bed. I was left there, still blindfolded, unable to hear anything, tired and exposed, a bit cum spattered, and aching to come myself.

I didn’t have to wait long, thankfully. Someone leaned over and licked the cum off my belly, then (it must have been the same person) kissed me full on the lips, pushing their tongue in. It was, obviously, a sticky, cum-filled kiss, a slightly weird one for me, but I was so horny I’d have taken just about anything at that point. As I was kissing, being kissed, two other hands started rubbing my cock, and then more hands arrived. One pair played with my nipples, sort of gently, while another pair fondled and pulled on my balls. It felt like I’d been on the edge for a while, and it didn’t take long before that piercing feeling arrived and built in my belly, that intenseness, and the hands-on my cock pulled my foreskin back and held tight as I came and came, so hard it was almost painful. My kisser stopped, cleaned up my spunk, and kissed me again. They’d not swallowed much, and that ended up being my job, too.

And then, nothing. I was almost stoned, it had been so intense that I felt like I’d been in this sensationally limited but supercharged sex zone for hours. I felt the chord on my wrists loosened and slipped off, and someone took the earplugs out. The sudden onslaught of noise, or not noise, but sound, threw me a bit. I could hear a fridge or something humming, birdsong…and voices.  Then the blindfold was taken off, and I was momentarily blinded. There was a face above me – Deb – looking down with love, caring, and amusement. “Hello handsome, you can sit up now,” she said, before kissing me.

As I raised myself, I saw I was in a kind of snug, and extension beyond a kitchen. The day bed, or pouffe, that I was on was in the middle of a room with sofas against two walls, and long French windows into the now-darkening garden. What time was it? I had no idea. On the sofas were three women and four men – all naked, holding drinks, and looking at me, smiling. One, a darker guy with white hair and a hairy chest, was Deb’s husband, I’d seen him in a photo. The other men were around the same age, late fifties at a guess, and different shapes and sizes. One balding and a bit rounder, two taller, slimmer, and smoother. Two of the women were like Deb, quite tall, while the third was shorter but muscled.

“Rich, this is Ram, Jeff, Marco, and Petros, who you’ve now met, sort of,” said Deb, chucking, as they all stood up to say hi.  I looked down at the men’s cocks, wondering which where they’d been in the proceedings. No idea, and I guess it didn’t matter. “And our lovely ladies, their partners, are Jill, Selena, and Ivana – and me. You’ve met some of them, too. This is our sharing circle. We don’t stray outside it without the other members’ permission. I had permission. We were hoping you’d like to join us. I know we're couples, but you wouldn’t be a gooseberry at all, by the way.”

Ram stepped forward extended a hand. “Hi, and welcome to the group, hopefully,” he said. There was a touch of South Asian accent, but not much. "Would you like a beer, if you’re not heading home? We’d love you to stay, if you want to."

I took a breath and looked around the room, before shaking his hand and replying, “Thanks, I’d love one.”