My African Adventure – Part 5 – Tuesday – Three Unexpected Parties

The fifth day (Part 4 here) of my erotic African adventure. Three unexpected parties, one where I’m welcome, one where I’m not welcome, and one where I’m, well, you name it.

So I had come from a tough Canadian winter to sunny South Africa, visiting my photographer friend Hanz. It was one adventure after another. Then, finally, settling into a quiet day which ended with a triple bang.

MY AFRICAN ADVENTURE – PART 5 – TUESDAY – THREE UNEXPECTED PARTIES

Tuesday began in a quiet and conventional way and the four of us had a lazy morning and afternoon. After the previous two days’ athletic outings, we spend a calm day at home. Nothing special in the erotic department either. Anna kept me happy and the combined efforts of Hanz and Anna kept T happy. Happy, happy, happy.

Actually, I think T was in a new kind of heaven, nobody seemed to be noticing it. Or maybe it was one of those things that everybody knew but nobody would admit to: T was getting it like never before. She was used to getting enough to keep her happy from her man Hanz. At least three big times a day and some treats in between.

But now she also had my Anna. (I say “my” Anna, and Anna was quite loyal to me, but the reality was that Anna was T’s lover as much as she was mine. Maybe nobody was acknowledging that because nobody wanted to upset the apple cart. Hanz had T and T had Hanz. I had Anna and Anna had me. The extra-curricular sex between Anna and T was off the books, under the table, not reported to tax authorities, strictly grey market. All in plain sight.)

T certainly had my Anna. Just to tabulate it up: Anytime during the day that Hanz came inside T, Anna would be there to lap her clean. And any time either of them felt the urge, they would girl-fuck. And then most nights Anna would tip toe from my bed into Hanz and T’s and come back to me with T-scented pussy breath.

Not that anybody objected to this. We all seemed to be in favor of it. But it was so odd: the biggest sexual relationship going on in this household was between Anna and T, while everybody was pretending that it was just an amusing side dish, while the girls’ main dish was us boys. All good for the short term; and the short term was all I would be there for.

And I gotta say, I was coming to enjoy the scent of T’s pussy on Anna’s breath.

What a household! Two eager men and two frisky and bisexual women. A certain kind of heaven.

Tuesday itself, morning and afternoon were nothing special to report but as the evening approached things got more interesting.

Hanz and T mentioned that some lifestyle friends of theirs were having a cocktail party that evening on some special occasion what ever it was, and we figured we’d go and enjoy it.

It was far from clear whether this was a play party or a vanilla cocktail party, so we dressed on the mild side, with changes to the wild side if that turned out to be needed. We certainly didn’t want to go with clubware and turn out to have the hosts’ parents or whatever there being shocked with our bad taste.

The girls wore the middle layer of the white lace ensemble that they showed off to us on Sunday. It was sexy and showed off some skin – actually more skin than you might show for an ordinary cocktail party – but safe enough for who-knows-who-will-be-there cocktails, as long at the vicar wasn’t coming. Hanz and I dressed similarly.

We got to the private home and cocktails were in full swing. There were lots of people there and the crowd was thoroughly mixed, contrary to my expectation. I gather that in Capetown socializing is birds-of-a-feather and I expected our mixed foursome would be a sore thumb, but it wasn’t the case.

My sixth sense told me that there were swingers aboard but my eye also told me that plenty weren’t. I made a joke to our gang that there weren’t any dog collars in evidence, trying to be sly with a pun. No vicars with priestly dog collars and no bondage-wear dog collars either.

Hanz and T said they recognized some people they had seen at play parties but also plenty of people to whom you’d never admit your sex life was on the far side. Frankly I couldn’t make heads or tails of why the crowd was what it was.

Then there was the tink-tink of a wine glass being tapped, that announced a speech was about to be made. A couple, who Hanz pointed out were our hosts, an English couple, stood arm in arm on the stairs and announced themselves. They thanked everyone for coming and said that, having been married for a handful of years, it was time to raise a family and so they announced that the bride was now happily and successfully pregnant.

Everyone applauded and the party resumed. The bride rapidly circulated through the crowd accepting congratulations and whispering to some of the guests, including Hanz and T. T reported to Anna and I what was being whispered. While trying to get pregnant the bride, naturally enough, had been strictly off swinging and totally monogamous. But now that she was safely pregnant, she could start having some special fun again. And that’s what they were whispering to their lifestyle friends. Let the fun fucking resume. She had even whispered to Hanz “I love my husband, but fucking him is a bore” and then discreetly squeezed Hanz’s nuts.

We continued chatting with strangers and enjoying the free drinks and hors d’oeuvres (this was a well-to-do couple and the goods were very good) when something strange happened.

Out of the crowd emerged an androgynous Asian couple. And when I say androgynous I mean I couldn’t tell which was the boy and which was the girl. Or two of a kind. Just to confirm my confusion, Anna too couldn’t tell which was what either.

We watched from half way across the room as they approached Hanz and T and didn’t as much introduce themselves as just press their bodies onto our friends. From that moment on, the four of them seemed physically glued together. It didn’t bother Anna and I – we were a happy couple ourselves – but it really had us puzzled. What was going on and even more, how did it happen so fast? A mystery that never got sorted out.

A signal was passed to Anna and I that it was time to go and once outside the suggestion was for the six of us to go to a play club that they knew. Anna and I were happy with the idea.

Going there, Anna drove, me beside her, while the other four were in the back seat, being strange together.

At the club we paid our dues and went in. Feeling the mood, we soon stripped off, left our clothes in lockers and started dancing naked in the main room. After a while Anna and I went to a booth. I sat down and she sat on my lap. I slipped inside her and we slow-fucked.

We pointed out to each other people that we fancied playing with and also people that we might want to watch playing with our partners. After all, Anna and I had had plenty of sex together but we hadn’t yet seen each other getting it on with someone else, so that idea was, well, quite enticing.

Then we switched to guessing Hanz might want or T might want, and who might want them. All a playful guessing game. Or who, if anybody, could get it on with the androgynous Asians.

We extended this guessing game to pointing out who might like to get it on with our partners and who might not touch us with the proverbial long pole.

It was fun speculating about and that got our juices up. Anna and I had been “faithful” to each other (not counting all the sex Anna was having with T) and it was about time for us to spread our wings and watch each other getting it on with other people.

After a while, even though we’d been admitted to the club and the club took our door fee, it began to dawn on all six of us that we weren’t fully welcome there. For one thing, nobody had approached any of us.

So we decided to leave. Maybe the club hoped the likes of us would broaden the place’s appeal, but their traditional clientele were giving us the cold shoulder and we’d rather go home than be brushed off.

Before leaving, while the others were getting dressed, since Anna and I were enjoying ourselves we picked up the pace and finished off, then got up to leave. It was delightful again coming inside Anna, all the more for being in that sexy yet unwelcoming environment.

We all drove back to Hanz’s house. By the time we got there I was feeling frisky again and so Anna and I had a session, missionary style, on the living room rug. As she and I started out, all four of the others made a bee line for Hanz and T’s bedroom and pointedly closed the door. And locked it. Theirs was going to be a private party, we could tell. That door stayed closed. I felt no regrets about that and neither did Anna.

Heaven only knows just what was going on inside and just what the genders were.

Anna and I went to our room and since we’d had two sexy sessions that evening, we just held hands, kissed and fell asleep. We ignored whatever sounds might be coming from the next room and wondered what we might learn the next morning.

That ended my fifth day in Capetown. The next evening, the sixth day of My African Adventure, I learned how T had been conceived.