Fourplay | The Mostly True Story of a Lusty Librarian's Swinging Sexcapades

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Three days! I'm trying to be open to the idea that I had a one-night stand with Nick. Why should it be anything but? That was the deal, right? But what about his proposition? What! Oh no, that is not happening. But then... No. Hell No!

'You have a body for sin.' How did he mean that? I'm a commodity and only valued for my body? Okay, I've worked my ass off over the last year to get in shape and it shows. I have great tits and perky nipples and a hot booty. WHAT? Sure, I want to think that... I just never say it to myself! No, Morgan, you value yourself much more than this.

The library is a ghost town on the day before Christmas break. I can't stop the thoughts as I shelve a few books and shut down research computers.

'Do you want to come in and see my etchings, Dominick?' I said that to Nick sitting in his car outside my house. Then I invited him a second time, and he came... oh boy, did he... and we... oh my god, did we!

That might be one thing. A one-night stand, right? My mind reels over with his words and I lean on a shelf to catch myself from falling. "I want to fuck you Morgan... at parties, maybe at sex clubs, and definitely with other people watching." Again, my body recoils against the shelf in the empty space. What would that be like? Like the SNCTM video? Upscale and erotic or seedy and cheap? Or how about none of the above, Morgan!

I can't help but read the Allure article from 2023 again, "What Really Happens at a Sex Party? 8 Women Share their True Stories." I smirk at the name of the column: Doing It.

Sex parties are exactly just that. They are parties, like any social gathering, except the people attending can (oftentimes) have sex. At some point in our lives, most of us have attempted to make out — or even get downright dirty — in the bathroom of a public venue, be it a nightclub, bar, or even an old-fashioned house party. Dancing and flirting are great, but if you're looking to do more, know this: There are countless curated spaces that don't just permit but encourage such mingling.

'Like any other social gathering'? What? Like our monthly, 'Drinks with the Professors'? Or my Tuesday girls' lunch with Brooke? Or a company Christmas party? Ho Ho Ho for sure! Right? What do these women say? I rush to scan further, my stress rising. Trust, Safety, Communicate. Umm, Okay.

It was hot. A positive experience for sure. There was a lot of latex, rubber, and lace involved.

At a fetish party in Scotland? Machines, dungeons, a wall of dildos, a spanking bench..." WTH Birdie (23) from Scotland! I almost blurt out loud.

Everyone is nice to each other, everyone takes consent very seriously. I feel extremely safe there. There's people that don't play with anyone and just socialize and there's others having seven-person orgies. You'll find whatever you want there.

Okay - is this the 'pro sex party' coalition writing this article? So far, it's shocking as hell. But not as horrifying as I imagined...

Good music, lots of sexy people, and really hot scenes — so hot that I stepped out of my comfort zone to openly masturbate in a less-crowded area, [where a woman then] asked to join me. She also asked me if her husband could watch. I was surprisingly okay with it, considering I'm not really into men.

My senses are numb! Play with myself in front of people? What? Having another woman join me? Well, I guess I'm happy for you, Cass (29) from Canada!

I'm right on the edge with a headache like a binder clip crushing my temples. I smirk at the visual of a binder clip big enough to fit a person's head!

After work I grumble my way through Trader Joe's, flinging random things in my cart. I'm still arguing with myself, "Girl, you invited him over!" Oh God, I'm talking to myself in the third person. But my pussy tingles at the same time. I'm convinced it has a mind and memory of its own! Is the nuthouse next?