Erotic beauty marks…

The story of why we had to go to a birthday party for a sister of an old friend started to get complicated — it was the birthday for the sister of C’s brother’s old girlfriend, who I’m told, is still obsessed with her and hasn’t really dated since. There was a time where they all hung around, even after the dramatic breakup, and I think I even heard the word wild used. C had run into her a couple of weeks ago, they exchanged numbers, and had lunch to catch up. Next thing you know I am going to a stranger’s birthday party.

The reasons for the dramatic breakup as not fully explained but it was suggested her brother had caught his girlfriend with another woman, and after the shock of walking in on them wore off, was asked if she could suck his cock while some red head was going down on her. C went on to tell me that a few months after the breakup she was partying with the ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend and was too drunk to drive home. While the bed was spinning, the two of them came into her bedroom and tried to seduce her. The ex-girlfriend said she wanted to go down on her while her boyfriend sat quietly, watched, and jerked off. Now years later, with water under the bridge, I find myself very curious so there was no complaint about going to the party.

The party was being hosted by some other friend neither of us knew — it was much larger than we expected and spilled out into the back yard. We placed a token gift on a table with the other gifts and then made our way through the crowd. C spotted her brother’s ex-girlfriend, and we made our way over to her.

Kendra’s eyes sparkled when she saw C and gave her a big hug with words of appreciation that we could make it. She motioned to the man beside her and introduced her husband Max and kissed him on the cheek with a smile. Kendra was attractive, well dressed and had the look of someone who dedicated themselves to staying healthy. After some light banter, I could see why C wanted to rekindle the friendship. As we started to settle into conversation, Kendra asked if we had brought our bathing suits and innocently exposed a blue bikini bottom under her shorts and what looked very much like a strap-on beauty mark. We had left our bathing suits in the car, and after some discussion about the need for wine, I volunteered to go get our suits and meet them by the pool.

As I walked back to the car, I let my imagination wonder about her fresh-looking beauty mark and what she was doing last night — the thought of her and her husband hunting unicorns made me smile and the thought of her in a threesome made me want to join in. I imagined Kendra encouraging her husband as he fucked their newfound friend, and as she listened to their sounds, slipped on her strap-on and secured it tightly. Kendra stroked her cock as she watched and then tells them it’s her turn, and wants her husband to go sit on the chair and jerk off as he watches. She reaches for the lube as she starts to go down on an open pussy…

I realized I was now in front of the car and the fantasy fades. I gathered up our suits and a bag and head back to house.

When I found C and the others, they had settled in by the pool and Kendra had stripped down her bathing suit, and before she stepped into the pool, I notice she had a matching beauty mark on her other hip. I passed our bag to C and she asked me if I wanted a glass of wine. As she passed me a glass, she mentioned Kendra and Max were wondering if we’d be interested in a playdate sometime.

“I told them I would talk to you.”

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Buying sex toys

I was trying to explain why she was taking all the fun out of buying sex toys by simply going on-line instead going to a sex shop; I was also quick to point out not all sex shops were the same and knew of a place. I enthusiastically went on about the importance of quality sex toys, which like lingerie, I’m discriminating about and a bit snobby about liking what I like. My enthusiasm attracted some interest and she put her phone down but insisted on dinner out as part of the adventure.

As with most places that turn out to be the best in the city, it could be easily missed if you didn’t know what you were looking for. It was one of many shops that over the years had established itself in a turn of the century row house. There was a small sign in the window and hours of operations on the original door that indicated that on some days only women and transgenders are invited in. The original footprint had been repurposed — upstairs for seminars and workshops and the main floor was set-up for literature and paintings, as well as a vast selection of dildos, vibrators, leather goods, butt plugs and a small selection of eclectic clothing for those with very specific tastes. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, and the original hardwood flooring creaks slightly as you walk around.

We were greeted with a smile by the man behind the counter, and as is normally the case, there were only a few people there. It was just us and another couple at the far end of the store talking to a woman who, based on her body language and what she was saying, worked in the shop. There is an odd intimacy that occurs surrounded by items designed to explore sexuality in the company of strangers — you are invited, if only for a moment, into their bedroom. As we made our way through the literature and the lubes and the dildos, we found ourselves passive observers of a couple who seemed intent on buying a strap-on.

They were an attractive couple in their fifties; both tall and well dressed — her short wavy hair was striking; his stylish glasses and greying hair offered an air of a hipster who still had it. She was matter of fact with her questions about harnesses and dildo size and was very attentive as the young woman demonstrated how everything fit together. It was obvious the couple wasn’t upgrading but trying something for the first time. They would talk but it seemed he was deferring to her; not in a submissive way but rather as an observer. As we got involved in our own discussions about neon vibrators, we never saw them leave and not sure if they got what they came for. 

Later over martinis, as we waited for dinner, the discussion turned to speculation over our afternoon’s voyeurism. We wondered if they were an actual couple and if she wanted to peg him or maybe it was his idea. Maybe she was bi-curious and it was the first stage of a threesome fantasy and they would search out a unicorn as the idea bloomed — or maybe it was a professional arrangement and she was paying by the hour. I was quick to weave a story about her fucking a stranger they met at a party as her husband was getting his cock sucked; they all came together as a matter of course. Another story involved her lubing up her neon dildo and fucking her husband until he exploded with moans of pleasure. Maybe it was an outing to buy a birthday gift for a friend and she dragged her best guy friend along. We will never know.

As dinner came, our conversation moved to other topics and we enjoyed the evening fuelled by the sex life of someone else. I was a little surprised she never asked.

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