I used to date this toxic guy. He was ostensibly poly but he used it to play women against each other. Making each one of us feel insecure and in competition with the other while keeping us separate enough that we couldn't really get to know each other. It was always "Mary and I think that you are a little too demanding."

He messed with my head real good. I was soooo confused about how he felt about me and got myself a little too addicted to that narcissistic asshole and those love-bombing moments. Thank Goodness, about 7 or so months into this on-again-off-again situationship, I went on a pretty in-depth healing journey and came out the other side with a ton of self-love and self-worth. Suffice it to say that I ended that situationship.

Then he goes and starts his own monthly dungeon party in our local scene and makes it amazing. Like created all these playrooms, got all these amazing toys and machines, restraints, a frigging dancefloor with pole ... and the people start coming to his parties. Great music. Hot tub. Games. I wanted to go sooooo bad.

We hadn't exactly ended on the best of terms. LOL

BUT ... I really, really wanted to go. So I texted him and asked if, despite everything that had happened, he would allow me to come to a party. And, of course, being the narcissist he is, he was so flattered and said "Yes, of course. I missed you." Like I would fall for his bullshit again. No way. But ... I smiled to myself and decided that from now on, I would be using him for my fucking pleasure.

I went to the first party and it was great. We reconnected. He was still hot as hell and charming as ever. But it was like I had a invisible shield around me. I didn't fall for any of it but could appreciate the surface pleasantness of it all. And I remembered how amazingly he fucked and dommed. We didn't do anything that first night except kiss a little. And yes, of course, he's a great kisser, too.

The second party, though, that's when things got very interesting.

He was standing by the door when I walked in and introduced me to one of his current partners. Then he pulled me into him and rubbed my back and kissed my cheek. And I could feel the electricity between us.

More people came and the entire house began filing up. People started dancing in the living room while others had sex in the bedrooms, putting on a show for the rest of us. Of course, it was HIM putting on a show with his current partner in the big bedroom (the one that I used to have sex with him in). There were probably 6 or 7 guys standing around watching HIM have sex with her. I don't know where this came from, but I just decided that I would join in. I walked over to them and looked at him and he stared back at me while he's fucking her. I smile. I cock my head and make this slight motion of me crawling on the bed and he nods. So I do. I should explain that I'm wearing a very short black skirt and see-through, lacy lingerie as my top.

I look at her and she looks at me and I'm sort of asking with my eyes if this is okay as I slowly bend down to where his cock is fucking her pussy. She sees me move towards her pussy and she nods with a smile and I feel relieved and so fucking dirty and perverted.

I gently lick her clit while he's thrusting into her and I feel his hand on my head, just resting there, not pushing. She moans and his thrusts speed up and I can feel her clit pulsing as she comes. I start putting my hand underneath them and start fondling his balls and pulls out of her so that I can suck his dick and play with his balls some more. She joins in and we lick and suck on him until he comes with a big groan down her throat.

Afterwards he kisses me deeply and then kisses her and I hop off the bed and tell them both "Thank you for letting me join you." He just tells me that it's good to have me back and I kind of do an internal eye-roll.

A couple of hours go by and I end up asking a cute guy in the basement to do an impact scene and he fucking wallops my ass ... I had bruises for days. It felt amazing. I think I kissed him, too, and we definitely exchanged numbers. I tell him that I'm going to go get a drink from the kitchen. At this point I'm only wearing my little skirt and nothing else. The lingery is in my purse and my tits are on display and, of course, access to my pussy is now unrestricted.

I walk into the kitchen and HE is there. The kitchen is open on three sides and there's quite a few people in the den and around the kitchen. I'm feeling thirsty and open the fridge and HE comes up behind me and asks me what he can get for me. I ask him for a beer and he's being a good host and opens the bottle for me. I talk about all the food in his fridge and that it looks like he's started cooking for himself (unlike when we were together) and he talks about his current partner encouraging him to cook meals.

I'm sipping my beer, topless, pantyless, horny-as-hell. I'm smiling. Biting my lip. Wondering what he'll do. But I'm just leaning back against the kitchen counter, talking, pretending to be innocent. He smiles, too. Complimenting me. Telling me how gorgous I am. How hot it was that I joined them earlier. Then he asks if he can kiss me.

I nod.

He grabs my neck and pulls me in and kisses me deeply. His hand going down to my little skirt and brushing against my pussy. I can't help the groan and grinding against his hand and he notices that I'm not wearing any panties. His other hand kneads my breast and then spins me around so I'm facing the counter and he is behind me.

He bends me over and then I feel his dick (somehow he got a condom on himself super quick) push against my cunt ... and then he's inside of me. Oh fuck, that first moment of being penetrated feels SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD. There's people all around us watching us, as HE is fucking me in his kitchen in front of everyone. I'm in heaven.

I was already so fucking horny that I come super quickly but he lasts a while, enjoying the moment, fucking me hard. He gropes my breasts and plays with my clit and I come again. I'm so fucking loud when i come that the whole house hears me. I'm louder than the fucking music. I lose all sense of other people. I just become pure sensation. His cock thrusting in and out against my g-spot, his fingers flicking my clit, my body tensing up with another orgasm. I can feel him speeding up and I come again. A few seconds later I hear him groan and his thrusts stutter to a halt as he comes. He leans down and kisses my back and then pulls me up with him as he slips out.

He puts a knot in the condom and tosses it in the trash and turns me around in his arms. "I'm really glad you came," he says and smiles. I kiss him and agree. The people around us smile, give us thumbs up, nod ... some come up to us and say that "It was so hot to watch you two". We kiss and cuddle standing up for a few more moments and then he tells me he has to go take care of some things.

I clean up in the bathroom. Then I grab another beer and walk back downstairs to the guy who had paddled my ass. I give him some of my beer and tell him what just happened. He's impressed and disappointed that he didnt' get to watch.

We hang out a little longer and then I go home with him and have some more amazing sex.