Sex Parties-Part 2

The second part of my story relating to a party I once organised with a friend which turned out a whole lot different to what we had imagined

Those who read part 1 will realise that I left my friend at my flat and I was not too happy with her. To be more precise I was livid. I realised that I had been taken in and now my flat was not about to host a swingers' party; a relaxing evening for couples and a few singles but now it was
looking increasingly more like we wre holding a party for men. 19 men and the two of us to be exact! It was infact looking more like a gangbang every minute.

I felt gullible, duped and betrayed.I left my flat and banged the door hoping the noise would indicate to my friend my feelings towards both her and the party she had planned. I walked down the stairs-four flights, as I was too annoyed to wait for the lift and was in no mood to stand near anyone.


When I am angry I am really angry! Coming out of the main doors I headed towards the pier. It was a blustery day and my hair quickly tangled and whipped across my face. Although intending to walk along the front the inclement weather sent me heading towards the nearest pub and within 5 minutes of leaving my flat I was downing a whisky and coke.


The pub was pretty empty. There were a few people with their heads into newspapers and that was about it. The landlady was pleasant and we exchanged a few words before she popped down into the cellars to do what pub people do.I sat at the bar when 4 very good looking rugby type lads entered. They smiled and asked where everyone was. I told them the landlady was down in the cellar and one went behind the bar and shouted down to where she had ventured.Soon a very red faced landlady appeared. At first she seemed a little cross but when she saw the 4 handsome faces lined up along her bar she mellowed and a big smile appeared.


'So, how can I help you lads.' she asked.


They all ordered beers and bought the landlady and me one too. The landlady winked and I winked back. However, our winks faded as we realised that they were not going to keep us company. No sooner had they taken the head off their beers they turned away from the bar, smiled again at the two of us and went to sit at a table near the window. The landlady and I shared a few glances. We were both having similar thoughts.


'That always happens.', she moaned.


'If they are boring and ugly they always stay at the bar wearing me out.'


I laughed and nodded. From where I was sitting, however, I was able to catch much of what was being said. A quiet pub does have some benefits. The more I heard the more I excited I became.


The 4 lads were speaking both loudly and with great expression. The conversation remained in one area. SEX. And more importantly the SEX they were looking forward to having that evening. And this SEX was going to be taking place in my flat. MY FLAT!


So I was in a great dilemma. Could I forgive my friend so quickly, cave into her demands that would obviously strengthen her resolve in any future argument or should I miss having these four men naked before me. The decision was not a difficult one and I finished my drink quickly and headed back home. As I left the pub I turned to the 4 men and waved.


'Hope to see you again sometime!' I called as I left the pub.

''Same here love!' they echoed.

As I met the cold night air I began to walk quickly. I was unsure as to why my speed increased dramatically as I neared my home. Was it the cold or just pure lust!

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