There’s a downside to excessive pleasure, and our amazing sex at Femi and Chioma’s place resulted in a lack of sexual activity. We went back to our usual, occasional sex. But things were still slightly improved compared to before.
Our busy schedules had prevented us from spending another evening with Femi and Chioma. Eniola confessed that she felt as possessive of me as I did of her. “After all that touching and holding, I really wanted to feel Femi inside me.” She said. “But I still didn’t want you to make love to Chioma.”
After discussing our feelings, we decided that next time we would really swap partners. Just talking about changing partners made our occasional lovemaking incredibly intense. It was good, but not great. It was certainly not as incredible as that evening at Femi and Chioma’s, but it was better than it had been before that night.
But not this weekend! We were heading to Eniola’s fifteen-year reunion in Lagos. We’d left the kids with her folks, and we had two nights to ourselves. We quietly discussed the possibility of changing partners during the reunion. After all, we would be far from home, and who would ever find out?
We discussed our signals and confirmed that we only wanted to have sex if we were both present. Anything else would be acceptable, but no actual intercourse. In reality, we probably had no intention of being intimate with anyone else but each other.
Talking about swapping was just a way to pass the time, or at least that’s what I told myself. Eniola’s cheeks turned red, and even though we were sitting down, the tent in my pants was obvious.
FRIDAY EVENING
We arrived at the airport and took a taxi to the hotel where the reunion was being held. After unpacking, we shared a long shower, but we decided to save sex for later. We agreed that no matter what happened, we weren’t going to swap sex partners that first night. “I want to flirt with my old classmates until I can’t stand it anymore, and then come back here and suck your balls dry!” Eniola said as she licked my ear.
The reunion started with a casual buffet on Friday evening, followed by a cocktail party. Both took place in a spacious, first-floor set of rooms that seemed to be someone’s home. Drinks were served in one room in the middle of the set, while food and snacks were available in several other rooms.
There were plenty of cozy spots for people to sit and chat. Three rooms had music and dancing, and there were also three unlit outdoor balconies.
Eniola went to socialize with her old classmates, leaving me with unfamiliar people. However, we soon formed a group called “The Spouses” as the classmates greeted each other. Our group consisted mostly of people around the same age, with a few older men and younger women. We quickly got to know each other and began socializing.
There was a lot of flirting and drinking at the party, even among The Spouses. As the evening went on, alcohol made people less aware, and many of the people who were dancing openly groped and fondled each other in sexually explicit ways. I had expected the old classmates to rekindle old fires of passion, but I was surprised by the amount of overtly sexual touching among The Spouses.
On two occasions I saw newly-formed couples leave, then return a few minutes later with their clothing in disarray. Casual sex was in the air. After being painfully groped by a couple of The Spouses, I decided to stroll around rather than stay with my group.
I made myself a drink at the bar and looked around. As I walked through the different rooms, I saw Eniola talking to her old friends, both male and female. I could tell that she was starting to get excited. I saw her dancing with a guy as he touched her ass and they kissed. Yes, Eniola was going to be really turned on when we got back to our room, I thought to myself.
I saw Kitan in person after recognizing him from a photo. He attempted to talk to Eniola, but she gave him a stern look, causing him to walk away. I chose not to introduce myself to him. Meanwhile, in another room, some couples from The Spouses group were still dancing, and I observed a few pairs leaving to have sex.
I entertained myself by staying mostly sober and observing the various social and sexual interactions around me. Among Eniola’s classmates was a striking chubby woman who immediately caught my attention. Upon seeing her, I felt a strong desire for her.
My initial thought was, “She must be amazing in bed!” She had an alluring figure, full curves, and a captivating beauty that was hard to ignore. Her tight white sleeveless top made her nipples noticeable, and the movement of her breasts hinted that she wasn’t wearing a bra.
As she walked, the contours of her shapely ass were evident through her short, tight skirt, and she was clearly not wearing any panties. Her intense sexual aura heightened my desires.
It was apparent from the disapproving glances of several women that the person in question was Efe, known for her controversial reputation as the class slut. Her appearance and behavior seemed to align with the label.
I confirmed her identity when I observed her briefly talking with Kitan. From their gestures, it was obvious that they were a couple. While she might have been drunk at their previous reunion, at this event, she seemed well-composed. However, even then, she emitted a powerful sexual aura. It was clear that she was intentionally captivating the attention of men and provoking irritation among the women.
Efe stood out as the most captivating woman, and I told myself I was simply observing her interaction with the rest of her old mates. In reality, I was genuinely fascinated by the way her barely covered body moved beneath her thin clothing. Even if her face hadn’t been beautiful, I would have admired her physique. I didn’t see any issue with feeling aroused, especially considering that Eniola was also enjoying herself.
Efe seemed to have very few friends among her classmates. I wondered if the reason went back to their high school days or if her drunken behavior at the earlier reunion was to blame. It was impossible to tell. Most of the men sucked in their stomachs, puffed out their chests, and smiled when she walked past.
They stared at her breasts and ass, and several of them developed visible erections. Most of the women tried to ignore her. Just watching her move from room to room gave me a partial erection, so I casually followed her. I thought I was being discreet.
Efe suddenly turned and looked directly at me. I quickly went to the room with the bar. I was pouring myself some rum into a coke when I heard a woman say, “You’ve been looking at them. How about dancing and finding out what they feel like?” I turned my head just as Efe thumped her hip firmly against mine.
Her impact caused me to spill rum all over the bar. She smiled. Her beauty was overwhelming! I felt a sudden burst of heat from deep inside my groin. I stared at her for several seconds before I found my voice.
“Sure,” I said. “Here or outside?” Efe smiled and bobbed her head toward the nearest outside door. That gesture made her breasts bounce. As I looked up from her nipples, she grinned at me. Yes, she knew what she was doing! I left my half-completed drink sitting on the bar.
Written by Sixtie 9ine
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