It is still difficult to adequately describe all that occurred in the 24 hours that included Friday evening and Saturday morning in Bloomington, Minnesota for Catie and I. There are many reasons for this. Part of that has to do with the fact I couldn't be everyplace at the same time to describe everything that was going on. Plus, some of those encounters were not directly relevant to the experiences for Catie and/or myself. But what we each encountered, experienced, and did made for mutual masturbation sessions on the phone when we were away from each other during that December of 1985.

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After Bob and Joan left the house and Catie and I had showered, we had a bit of non-sexual downtime. I was interested in Ted's career as an engineer and later an executive at a large corporation. So, we talked about that. Catie and Annie were off talking between themselves. A couple of other members of "the pod" dropped by and we were briefly introduced. They was no sexual activity or display at that time like there was with Bob and Joan.

Ultimately, we all went out for an afternoon of shopping. I don't remember precisely where we went, but it was a commercial area that included a mall (it was not The Mall of America. That wasn't built until several years later). Since I was taking up skiing, I was interested in ski equipment. We went to a sporting goods store. Although there was a good supply of downhill skiing equipment, there was much more equipment associated with cross country skiing (skinny skis). We certainly did not have that in North Carolina (or if we did, it was very much minimized). I thought some of the cross-country ski clothes looked sexy. I did buy some cross country skiing tights.

Annie and Catie went off someplace shopping for a while leaving Ted and I to wander around and continue talking. Catie came back with something that she bought for me (but would not show me). But the thing she did show me was the new, larger enema bag like the ones that Annie used to deliver our enemas. It was a nominal 3.75 quart red rubber open top bag with a red hose and several screw-on black nozzles.

We found a black lingerie set at another store for Catie (a way for her to make a dramatic entrance later that Friday night). We wrapped up our shopping trip and went back to Ted and Annie's house. We knew that this was a familiar scene for Ted and Annie. Catie and I, on the other hand, were nervous. It was one thing to talk about this sort of fantasy. It was cumpletely different to actually go through with it.

The other couples began to arrive around 6:00 PM. We were the youngest of the group. The next youngest couple was 42 (him) and 39 (her). Most were in their 40's, 50's and early 60's. It was an interesting mix of couples and they all seemed to get along well. Of course, they had a common interest in group sex and swinging. It was mostly social conversations and we were all dressed in "street clothes." Around 7:00 PM. we were all gathered in the living room and the conversation turned to ground rules for the evening. This was more for our benefit than for the group. There were a number of questions directed at Catie and I that we answered. We also had questions. The key was that either of us or both of us could opt out at any time, including "now." Catie and I were in the game to play and that's what we opted to do.

Soon, it was time to retire to the play room. Annie sent us upstairs to get to get dressed (undressed was more like it). Catie put on the new black lingerie that she had gotten that afternoon. I particularly liked the sheer robe that she wore with the outfit, She hadn't shown me the clear Lucite high-heeled shoes she bought to go with it. She looked stunning to me. Catie had bought me a black thong to wear. It wasn't quite a string thong and it highlighted my butt (without any tan lines, too) in a way that she found pleasing. The pouch in the front hid and hinted about what was hidden inside. Anne called to us and asked if we were ready.

"Are we ready?" I asked.

"As ready as we can be, I think," she replied. "Remember,..."

"We belong to each other," I said.

"Yes!"

And with a hug and a deep kiss, we left the bedroom and came down the stairs where Annie was waiting. Catie didn't put on her shoes until she reached the bottom of the stairs to walk through the house to the playroom. Anne led us through the house and reminded Catie of the two steps down into the play room. Catie and I were holding hands (tightly) as we stepped through the doorway. I remember feeling the rush as my heartrate jumped up.

The couples had undressed from their street clothes and were in various degrees of undress from completely naked to some lingerie for several of the women. Not all the men were naked either, though most were. As we walked in and I escorted Catie around the pool table in the center of the room, we got applause and whoops from the others. The lights were dim around the edges of the room and bright towards the center. There were two inflatable beds on the floor. After a short parade around the center of the room, there was an embrace and kiss between Catie and I. The crowd gathered around us.

I removed her sheer robe to reveal her in her lingerie. I unsnapped the top of her bodysuit so I could pull the top of it down to reveal her breasts and then unsnapped the crotch to the thong base to allow easy entry into her. Catie had made her wishes known that I would be the first male in this group to enter her and I would also be the last when we finally ended. She removed my thong, releasing my cock from the pouch that had been straining to hold me in She whispered in my ear "Let's give them a show!" and then we maneuvered over to one of the beds.

She had me lay down and then she positioned her over top of me in a classic 69 position and took my cock in her mouth while I sucked and licked her pussy. We did this for several minutes until she swung around and slid my cock into her pussy. It was a slow, deep, grinding ride as she sat upright on me. I looked up at everyone surrounding us, watching us. Guys were hard, some being stroked. Pussies were wet. I alerted Catie to take a look around. She leaned down to tell me that she was going to take me in her ass and then after a couple of minutes she was going to get off me and that I was to go have some fun with the others while she was going to "take on these cocks."

She pulled me out of her, repositioned herself and, grabbing my cock, slid me into her ass. It wasn't completely unlubricated. But, I was surprised that she did it this way because there was a lot of friction even though she had learned how to take me relatively quickly and deeply. She bottomed out on me with a gasp and a moan and hip thrusted her way to a very deep penetration before starting to slide up and down on my cock. Catie could tell I was approaching my first orgasm and got off of me ant told me to go have some fun. As she rolled off of me, she announced she was ready for more. I was led away by two women who took me to the bathroom to clean my cock. After they finished and led me back out to the playroom I could see three guys in Catie. One was on his back in her pussy, one was in her ass, and the third had his cock in her mouth. Catie didn't waste anytime getting her fantasies and desires filled.

There was activity over on the other bed, too. But these two women took me to a couch and laid me down so that they could have their ways with me while being able to see Catie being filled over and over again under the lights. The most erotic part of it, besides watching Catie, was listening to these women (and others) describing what Catie was probably feeling based upon their own experiences. I think they knew that their descriptions of the various cocks in Catie were as erotic a turn on as watching Catie lost in her own sexual ecstasy. Much of the next several hours of sexual interactions are a blur with snippets of memory that standout. I remember watching Catie at times taking two or three cocks as she lived this fantasy into reality. But it wasn't just the guy's cocks she was taking on. She would occasionally take a one of the women's pussy to her lips.

Catie called me over a couple of times during her encounters. Sometimes it was to get and give a simple kiss to smell and taste the most recent pussy that was at my mouth, other times to share a load of cum with me that she had just accepted in her mouth (because she knew I'd do that) before we both swallowed it together, or to briefly take my cock into her mouth to taste the latest hole I had just been in. And several times it was just to thank me for being there with her in this shared experience. I don't know how to express this. It wasn't about "letting her" do this and it didn't feel like that, either. The only way to express it is being so secure in our love for each other. And that surprised and still surprises me, given what I had been through with my ex-wife.

We were approaching the midnight snack time when Catie called for me. I was on one of the couches when she called me. Catie was on all fours taking a cock in her ass. Catie told me to bring whoever I was with. I pulled out of her, got up, extended my hand and we crossed from the couch to the mattress.

I crouched down to the mattress next to Catie as she was being fucked in the ass. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed.

"What do you need?" I asked.

"Your tongue and your cock," Catie said. She asked the woman I was with to get down beside us so she make a request of her. Catie wanted me to slide under her and to lick her dripping pussy while she was being fucked in the ass. I slid under Catie and as I positioned myself under her, Catie took my cock in her mouth and tasted my most recent sexual partner on my cock. I had a point-blank view of this guy's cock sliding in and out of Catie's ass, his balls brushing my forehead. Catie had my previous sex partner position herself to slide back down on my cock while Catie orally stimulated her (and me). It was a challenge to get the correct angle. Catie wanted her to take me anally to give her much easier access to her pussy but she wasn't sure she could "take all of me" in her ass. So, I remained in her pussy. At any angle, I wasn't going to last long before cumming again.

Catie told her anal lover that when he came inside her that she wanted him to stay inside her as long as he could after cumming.

"I want my boyfriend to suck your cock clean after you cum in me." she told him.

This combination of the visual of the four of us and what Catie wanted to happen after his orgasm was all it took to push Catie's anal lover over the edge. He pressed himself all the way into Catie and started to cum in her ass as he let out low guttural moans.

Moments later, with the angles being applied to my cock and watching what was going on above my face as Catie's ass was being filled with (more) cum, I started to cum, too. Catie watched as I filled the pussy that was in front of her face. My female companion didn't stay on me long and got up off my cock leaving a lot of my cum on my cock. Catie took my cock in her mouth and started sucking me clean. Catie was doing Kegel's on the guys cock in her ass (interesting to watch from point blank range). After another couple of minutes, I watched the cock that was in Catie's ass slowly being withdrawn. I knew what Catie wanted me to do and as he pulled out, I carefully took the tip and the head of his softened cock into my mouth being careful to not apply too much suction action (he would still be pretty sensitive). He finally pulled away and I became aware of how many eyes were watching us.

"Well done!" I heard someone say. "Well done!" There clapping and whooping

I noticed some semen leaking out of Catie's ass and took my tongue to it to clean the drips that were heading towards her vaginal lips.

I finally said "I think it's time for us to take a break." Catie let me up and I turned to lay beside her. Some of the group was wandering towards the kitchen for the midnight pancakes. Catie leaned over and gave me a long cum-filled kiss.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked Catie.

"I am," Catie said and the added something about being fucked like this was beyond what she imagined.

We got up, put on out robes and headed towards the kitchen.

"You kids put on quite a show." "Kids." I still laugh at the thought of that.

We had a midnight snack of pancakes. They were quite welcome after a few hours of the "group grope." The remainder of the night was more one-on-one. Us guys were assigned a room or staging area. Mine was the room that Ted and Annie had placed us for our stay. The only requirement was that by sunrise (about 7:30, I think) that we end up with our wives or significant others that we came to this party with. Breakfast began at 9:30 AM.

It was a very strange sensation for me. I had several of these women coming into the room to have sex with me and sleep with me AND I had no idea where Catie was and who she was with. She did come back to our room at about 7:15 AM and crawled into bed with me.

"Good morning, my love," she said as she cuddled up next to me. "How was your night?"

"It was good," I said. "How about yours?" I asked.

"It was wonderful!" she said. After a moment she added "I've never been a sex object before...where I've had so many men vying to fuck me at the same time. Wanting to fill me with their cum"

"You've been my sex object," I said.

"I know," she said. "But you know what I mean."

I did, of course.

There was a long moment of silence. "You know we're not going to be doing this when we're ready to have children?" she said. Before I could answer, she went on to say "When there's a baby growing inside me, I want it to be our baby without any doubts." I propped my head on my arm, smiled, and whispered "Absolutely."

"It's good to be back in your arms and next to you," she said.

We didn't say much more and drifted off to sleep together. We were awakened by someone coming to our door and telling us it was time to get up for breakfast. It seemed like we had just drifted off to sleep and there was no sensation that two hours had passed. Catie and I got up and got into the shower to clean up before breakfast. We both agreed that we were going to be sore in places that we didn't know that we had places.

Catie and I were the last ones to the breakfast in the kitchen and dining room area. The rest of the group was dressed in pajamas, robes, or other sleepwear as they sat (or stood) and had a very casual breakfast. And from most of conversations, you wouldn't be able to tell that there was a sex swap party the previous night into the morning.

But Catie and I were asked an interesting question by one of the couples: how did I manage to "eat and swallow cum" (something that women were expected to do but men weren't). "He's part dog," Catie quipped. We had to explain that about male dog behavior.

I explained it's not something that everyone can do because there's a certain aversion to it. While it may seem to be an erotic thing to do, many guys can't go through with it. Part of that is associated with the male orgasm cycle, which I understood fairly well.

"What seems erotic before cumming, doesn't seem so after," I said. "I've learned to overcome that." I gave her another example.

"Did you notice that when I finished cumming in you, that I didn't pull my cock out of you? That I kept it in you?" I asked, since she was one of the women I had sex with.

"Yes, that was very pleasant." she said.

"Most guys cocks are sensitive to touch and pressure right after cumming and that's part of the reason they pull out. It's male physiology. There's another part to it that is mental. Cumming is "the last step" of sex. I've found that's not true...to stay with and be with my sexual partner after cumming is actually one of the best parts of sex."

I turned towards Catie and said "I'll stay with her until she's really done and really satisfied."

"You're really a lucky girl!"

"I know," Catie said.

"Any way to teach some of these guys how to do that?"

"It 'cums' with practice and really actively trying it. You have to want it and make it seem worthwhile to overcome the mental barriers." The other part wasn't something I could easily teach which is a quicker recovery after cumming. That is also male physiology and I was blessed to have a short refractory time.

After breakfast we all retired to the playroom where Catie and I had already agreed to what we would do next as the "final act" before our new friends to cumplete the weekend for us.

What we had agreed to was I would be on my back on one of the beds and Catie would be positioned above me with her hips above my head and her head down to take my cock into her mouth when she wanted/needed to. From this position with her "ass up/head down" position she would take each of the six other male cocks vaginally (only). We encouraged their wives/girlfriends to accompany them over and help get their partner started inside of Catie and to stay to add "encouragement" while they were fucking Catie. One-by-one, as they filled Catie, she would try to keep her hips tilted to hold in as much as she could. But whatever dripped out or was forced out by the next cock inside her, I was to capture from underneath her. It gave me a wonderfully close up view of each cock sliding in and out of her and balls slapping against her when stroking hard enough. Given my position, I could tilt my head back and deep throat any of the guys if they pulled out of her (but I didn't do or offer that).

It was a fascinating position to be in and watch from while Catie would suck my cock from time to time. We figured that this would take anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour depending on the time to position each male and the time it took for each one of them to cum. Catie managed to hold nearly all the cum inside her until the third guy inserted his cock. The pumping action of his cock forced out some of the semen from the first two guys plus any semen that she had from earlier "deposits." Some amount of cum was forced out or dripped out as the remaining three guys cumpleted their mission of filling Catie. After all six of them had finished, Catie gave an opportunity to any of them to drop a second load in her. Two of them stepped up and filled her again.

When there were no other takers, Catie repositioned herself so that she could sit on my mouth and allow the semen inside her to drain into my mouth. There was a lot of semen inside her and we imagined that there was a certain amount that may have been pushed up into her uterus. It was fun watching Catie cum when there were cocks inside her and it was fun feeling Catie cum with my mouth and tongue pressed tightly against her pussy.

After about 10 minutes of "draining" she told me that she was quite ready to have me inside her. When I asked her what position she wanted, she said "face-to-face." It didn't matter who was on top, just so long as we could watch each other cum. I suggested that she start out on top. I also knew that after watching Catie be fucked multiple times right in front of my face, I was really pretty close to cumming myself. Catie spun around and lowered herself onto my cock. She was so well lubricated that there was no resistance to me sliding in. I knew there were 12 pairs of eyes watching us. But as we got going, the world closed in to where it was just Catie and I. It was really hot listening to Catie telling me how much she wanted me to fill her with my cum and exhorting me to cum for her.

And I did! I was largely unaware of anything for a moment except my own orgasm. A few moments later I was looking up at Catie and the smile on her lips as she looked at me and felt me pulsing inside her. She looked up, still smiling, and then went into her own orgasm. Not a hard one, but a very pleasant one. I had barely quit pulsing as she and she had barely quit cumming when she told me that she was going to take me out of her pussy and slide me into her ass before I got "too soft."

Although I was still pretty sensitized, I did manage to slide into her rectum with little difficulty. She knew to be gentle, not too vigorous. After all that I had been through, I managed not to soften much more and then got hard again. Catie wanted to flip over on her back and have me on top of her. It was more difficult to penetrate Catie deeply anally from this position. However, Catie gave a bit of a running commentary about the cum running out of her pussy and down to where my cock was in her ass providing a source of lubrication. Catie used her hands to grasp my buttocks and feel/pull me into her. It took me longer to cum in Catie this second time. But, I finally released my cum into her rectum and then stayed with her as we became aware (again) of the observers in the room.

The lines from Emerson, Lake, and Palmer's Karn Evil 9 came flooding back to my mind:

"Welcome Back My Friends, to the show that never ends

We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside"

or in this case "cum inside, cum inside."

We laid there together on the bed while others engaged us in conversation. I finally slipped out of Catie's ass and said "Pardon me, I have something I need to do," got on me knees and put my face down into Catie's pussy to lap up the remaining cum that was draining out of her pussy.

I heard Catie say "See, part dog!"

With our sexcapades cumpleted, Catie and I laid there on the bed, side by side, and chatted with the individuals and the couples. Knowing that we had a flight later that afternoon, I got up and extended my hand to Catie to help her up.

"We're going to take a shower," I announced. She and I walked across the room into the bathroom, opened the shower door, turned on the water to let the warm water reach the shower, and then stepped into the shower together and closed the shower door. We left the bathroom door open so that some could peer into the shower and see the interaction between Catie and I. We took deliberate care in washing each other. After a couple of minutes, we stepped out of the shower and dried each other before walking back into the playroom. We found our robes and put them on. Although others were still "playing," our role in this weekend's swap/swinging party was done.

Catie and I watched for a while and continued to talk with those who were also watching or not playing. There were some interested in whether we would return. Catie and I agreed that we likely would return at some future date after the holidays.

"Of course, if Catie moves in with me in North Carolina after the holidays, it will be a much longer trip. But, I think we'd be willing to fly back up here periodically." Catie agreed.

"We're having a big New Year's bash to ring in the New Year. Maybe you could come to that?"

It was a thought. I was also thinking about Catie joining me at the end of my DC trip or me flying out to Portland to celebrate the New Year with Catie and her family since Catie was already going to be there. But those were all plans we hadn't worked and this New Year's party was just another thing to consider. One thing was certain, it would be unlike any New Year's party Catie or I had ever attended.

We went upstairs to pack and get dressed. When we came back downstairs we were offered a light lunch. Afterwards, we said our goodbyes to the group. Ted was taking us to the airport.

Annie said that she was so glad that we came to Bloomington.

"And came, and came, and came," I said as we all laughed.

"If you find yourselves coming up here, do give us a call. And do consider coming to the New Years party if you can. You will be more than welcome."

We told her that we would consider it.

It was a balmy 25°F in Minneapolis when we arrived at the airport. Ted stopped in front of the terminal so that we could retrieve our one suitcase and carry on bags. After saying our goodbyes, he drove off and we went into the terminal. Catie's (our) new enema bag was in the suitcase and we checked it as baggage rather than carry-on luggage. After going through security, we went to our gate and sat in quiet bliss and satisfaction.

We finally boarded our aircraft. We raised the armrest between our seats and sat close to each other, Catie's arm entwined with mine. We didn't sleep, but sat in our closeness. When we arrived in Chicago, the sun had set. It was cloudy and a bit warmer than Minneapolis with a stiff south breeze. We gathered the suitcase we had checked and headed to Catie's car and from there to her apartment.