When a good man takes you by the hand...

The Debauchery 1st Birthday Masquerade party was always going to be a hit. Having attended their events before, they know how to take an already great venue to new heights. As a party host, I know how much effort goes behind the scenes that differentiates a good party from a great party... just like good sex vs. great sex!

Over a month ago, the male half of a couple asked if he could take me by the hand for a night. If I were free to join him for the evening on Friday the 13th. Stay the night? Perhaps the weekend? This was the male half of one of the first few couples I've known since I joined the swinging scene a decade ago. Well-educated people, well-travelled, experienced, with qualities that don't need to be spelled out. Secure in their relationship, they love each other without the overly lovey-dovey advertising.

My first interaction with them was being placed in the back seat of their car, part of a car pooling arrangement by our mutual friends to transport guests to see an INXS tribute band, and return to the play party host's house. That experience in 2018 I will never forget! I had no option but to silently listen to their conversation on driving directions, telling each other "where to go" like an old married couple. I saved that experience in my memory to recall for the future, such as now! I know who wears the pants in this dynamic!!

She exudes sexuality. A caring character on the inside, wanting the best for those she loves, with high levels of pragmatism. Her eyes show her determination, whether it is to achieve her career goals or achieve her highest orgasms. It's the same motor that makes her an extraordinary woman, with remarkable stamina to keep going, higher and higher and higher...! No one is going to hold this lady down. You either keep up with her, or you fall off. "You're good", she told me years ago, after I had the pleasure of eating her out! A delicious cherry ripe of a pussy, that rolls from orgasm to orgasm, juicy and moist, shivering under my tongue. We've shared many such pleasures from beach days to Australia days to wine country and big nights out. She was going to be missed this Friday.

He's not English, but you'll be forgiven if you thought he was. That old school, gentlemanly class, of someone who was well brought up (not dragged up!) with impeccable manners that doesn't fade with time, because he's not doing it to impress, but it's who he is. Doesn't blow his own horn, doesn't make every conversation about himself and isn't the life of the party that flirts with any two tits. He's selective, and that's a good thing. And he eats said selected pussy with pure determination.

So my Friday night was fixed to spend with this gorgeous man, while his lady was away on her own adventure. Tickets booked for a promising night of Debauchery at OSS and a table booked at the newly established Darling Glebe for French fancies. Green was his favourite colour, so it was green lingerie for me underneath, styled on the outside in a Gatsby green flapper with ample cleavage. Thick curls, dark eyes and don't forget the matching masks!

He arrived at 6 pm at my door, and I was ready. A stunning specimen of a man, in a sharp dinner suit and bow tie, I felt like I was being chauffeured. I had the table booked for 7 pm, and the GPS showed a 30-minute ride. Remember that first driving experience from the back seat in 2018? Now I'm in the front passenger seat...and suddenly I empathised with his partner. Resisting the urge to drive his car myself, with a calming conversation, we made the reservation with 30 seconds to spare.

I found myself seated in a decadent restaurant full of charm and character, and right in front of me was a man of equal if not more charm, giving me his undivided attention. Over succulent scallops, duck and wagyu, we spoke of the past, present and plans for the future. Mid-conversation, I remembered, I love this man. I love this couple. I love them for who they are. I love who we are. There is nothing I couldn't tell them, and nothing they won't support me on. Be it health or wealth, family or faith, it's a beautiful feeling of security and support, of genuine friendship sprinkled with intimacy and trust. Honesty on all fronts, no secrets. I act in their best interest, and they act in mine. There is no other agenda. That feeling set the scene for the rest of the night.

After receiving many compliments on our attire, we made our way to the club. It was buzzing with people in various states of dress. Playboy bunnies were in abundance, with tall ears and cheeky white bunny tails so tempting to be pulled...and the men shone brightly in their crisp white shirts and bow ties. Being his first visit to this location of the club, I took him on a quick tour of all three floors before it got too busy. After enjoying the welcome performances, photos and cheeky conversations, we found a private room, doors closed, just for a moment of intimacy for ourselves.

A familiar face, a familiar body. Familiar kisses and familiar touch. We rolled, one over the other. And before long, his face was buried between my legs. Oh, he's so good at it! Just the right amount of pressure, intensity building, targeted and diffused at exactly the right time, in rhythm with my hips, he made me explode over his face. That didn't stop him from rebuilding the setup, resetting at a different level of clitoral sensitivity, he pushed for more and more, another and another, until I was now demanding he go inside.

That he did, as he always does, slowly but firmly, building that rhythm as my vagina squeezed around his cock. I lay on my back embracing his body as much as I could reach, with passionate kisses adding to the depth of his thrusts, pleasure growing within me, now wanting release. We flipped, sliding on top of him. I rode him like there was no tomorrow. The mirror parallel to the bed showed an amazing sex scene that encouraged me to go hard. My arms firmly on his chest, my core tight and active, I rode and rode his cock until I reached that plateau of orgasmic bliss, upon which I can glide sensually to maintain that heightened state.

He came with intensity under me, moaning and groaning, his own hip action adding to mine, in sync, to go deep and hard. Exhausted, we cuddled and kissed until we realised it's time we stopped hogging the room. Hand in hand, we did a victory lap known only to us, replenished lost fluids, conversed with the sexy peeps surrounding us and decided to show some of our style in the main room. The beds were full, with naked bodies sprawling in every bit of white bed space, but we found a spot just enough for him to sit and for me to give an old-fashioned blow job.

He was up and ready for action, and we did it in full display, amongst all the other bodies, taking in the eroticism of the room and noticing the voyeurs on us, all adding to our horny state and theirs. Again, it was wet, sticky and covered in his and my cum. Time for a break, a shower, a drink, a phone check and some kisses and cuddles on the now empty lounges downstairs. It was approaching midnight, and anyone who knows me knows about my Cinderella complex (the pumpkin fear). Enough time for one more round, let's go back up again to the big room. This time, we got a whole clean bed to ourselves, and he wanted a final helping of my pussy. Seduced further by another couple joining us for some soft kisses and sexy nipple sucking, our final release happened with me back on top and him shuddering under me.

A final shower together, kissing under the water, glowing with satisfaction, exhausted yet comfortable, we said our byes and thank yous. We craved a sweet and a coffee enough to brave his driving to stumble into a cafe in Haymarket. With enough sugar and caffeine in the system, he was safe to drop me back and drive himself home. The next morning, I woke up feeling amazing. A feeling I haven't felt in a long time. A feeling that reminded me how amazing this lifestyle is with good people. What an evening. What a night. What a difference it makes when a good man takes you by the hand!