Halloween MFM Done Just Right

Amber Ember’s confessions

My partner and I usually make our Halloween plans in advance, but that was in the past. Now with the pandemic weighing on the mind, we hadn’t made any plans, but that’s just what the witchcraft doctor ordered.

Because we found ourselves at the club, looking for a little toil and trouble. I have been craving the scent of a woman but I haven’t had much luck in that department. Luckily, I bumped into a man I hadn’t seen in a few months, Marcus, who lit me right up again.

We first met Marcus in the summer at another local club. He knew how to work a scenario. The first night I met him he paired up with me while my partner paired up with Katie. I like him because I don’t have to babysit: he knows the rules of engagement, sticks to the script, and is ready to go.

My partner and I were easing into the night. We haven’t been back around larger crowds that much, and by this point, we slipped out for a smoke and some fresh air. It was a damp, sprinkling-rain sort of night with a quiet hush in the air. So far we hadn’t had our eye on anyone.

But as we were enjoying the warmth of the heat lamp in the smoker’s corner, I looked up to see Marcus. We exchanged some pleasantries, embraced, and agreed we would see one another back inside.

“Remember him?” I asked my partner.

My partner doesn’t have the best memory or ability to always put a face with a name. But I am like an open playbook of human geography. I can match any profile to any member of the swinging community who we have met in person before. My partner, on the other hand, needs me to remind him…

“He’s the guy we met in the summer who showed me a good time, while you and Katie enjoyed one another,” I replied.

“Oh yes, Katie,” he said as his eyes lit up.

Katie had a booty to absolutely die for. Too bad she wasn’t going to be my sidekick tonight. Was I going to find a sidekick? Would Marcus end up being my play partner that night?

Back on the dance floor, the crowd was ecstatic. It was singles and couples night. Most of the swinger’s clubs are primarily open to couples and only sometimes open to single men, but always open to single women. It was a good balance of couples and some single men.

My partner and I were dancing when I noticed Marcus dancing with a beautiful blonde woman. I approached and maybe even encroached, but he never minded, because as I said, he knows the rules of engagement.

Once I introduced myself and my partner, she quickly caught on, and began dancing with him. Marcus was now dancing with me. It turns out that the blonde was there with her husband. He introduced himself to us, but he didn’t seem to have his head in our game.

Possible configurations dance in front of us throughout the night. Every engagement is a possibility, but the reality is there is only clarity closer to the end of the night.

By this point, my partner had made a few sarcastic comments. Sometimes he can put his foot in his mouth, and my irritability was rising. I really needed it tonight, and he hadn’t seemed to be helping much. But he’s always aware of my mindset and knows at the end of the day that if we’re going to enjoy ourselves that sometimes he needs to let things take their course.

It was at this point that I shooed my partner away for a while. I needed to reset, and find a configuration that would hold up in the playroom. And for some reason at this point, he was hindering my ability to think.

And I don’t care what you say, swinging sure takes a lot of kink and think to be able to swing. I didn’t just name my publication Kink, Think & Swing for no reason…

Okay, so I was thinking, thinking…

I was also dancing and dancing. I took a few twirls with some of my girlfriends out on the dancefloor. I knew I wasn’t going to get my pussy drink tonight, so maybe I could relish and savor those flavors on the dancefloor.

I found my friend Elona who is always so sensual and touchy-feely with me, and yet, timid with me when it comes down to any real-life playtime. Years ago, I invited her up to a private playroom at one of my parties, but she ended up being overwhelmed and excused herself.

For some swingers in the community, it’s more about fantasy than reality, and that’s okay because I also enjoy fantasies with her on the dancefloor.

Then I bumped into tall and slim Laurel. She has a pretty face and an amazing booty, but she does have “a resting bitch face”, so I never really know where I stand with her. I think she likes my sex appeal, and while she seems to like women, I think she is stand-offish with me because she thinks I come with my partner only and he is not tall, and she only likes tall men.

Yet, she and I had a spin on the dancefloor too, and it was pretty hot. It has been a while since I rubbed up against another woman’s pelvic bone. She was really good at it and didn’t hold back. We rubbed up against one another like water rushing warm sand. But it just wasn’t going to land there.

I saw Marcus standing around and admiring my social-butterfly ways. I had fluttered the night away and now it was time to find a home so I could transcend into the zone. So I asked for what I wanted and we made a plan to meet in the back shortly. I just had to find my partner again…

We walked into the playroom and it was actually pretty busy. There were no spots left except for the large orgy bed in the back of the club. I would say this shared bed is probably about four King-sized mattresses in one. It’s pretty cool. But it’s not a free-for-all or anything. I mean nothing ever is in swinging.

It’s all consensual and based on connections and well — configurations.

I’m the type of woman who walks into the back with who I want to go into the back with. I rarely meet someone new back there and take a chance. This night, it was clear that I was going to get my MFM Halloween done just right!

When we first became swingers having an MFM in public wasn’t something I was comfortable with. Being a confident swinger takes layers of peeling back clothing and inhibitions. But we’ve been swinging for so long, enjoying an MFM with an audience unleashes the exhibitionist, and is so satisfying.

We took one corner of the bed near the front door and viewing area. My partner and Marcus sat down while I sucked both of their cocks dry. No word of a lie. When we first began swinging, I would also tend to ensure that my partner had his way with me before the other man, but these days, I already explained that the Hot Wife in me is taking centerfold. So Marcus had his way with me first.

So my partner knew his role. He granted me a cock to choke on as he held my head and pushed it further down the shaft until I gasped. Marcus was pounding me from behind, letting all my curves and jiggles just ride, slide and glide on by. Before I knew it music was leaving my lips in moans and cries.

“Slap my ass a bit,” I said.

“All you have to do is ask,” replied Marcus.

He lifted my hips up as he took me from behind. Here I was again in my favorite position — Ice Cream Sandwich Delight. The spit roast is where I make a toast to life. I relish in the configuration of the MFM. Here I am the goddess and the god, both being worshipped and worshipping.

My partner knows how much I go crazy when he slaps my lips and cheeks with his cock as I’m getting fucked. I enjoy the subtle dance between teasing me with his cock and giving me all of it. So at that moment, it was when he slapped my tongue, lips, and cheeks with his hard cock, but then he suddenly decided to feed me all of it, that really drove me wild.

All of these sensations occur as Marcus Fills Me Up Like A Buttercup until he shoots streams of warm cum down my back.

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