Sunday, April 22, 2012

Mr. Sunbuckus. Big Party Blues

Mrs. Sunbuckus and I had signed up for a swanky-sounding party. The theme was to be "Kink" and it was to be held at a large venue. Only couples and single women were to be allowed. But, if you haven't figured it out yet, we didn't make it to that party. Two nights before the party our ticket was unexpectedly refunded. The next day I found out that the party organizers had not been able to obtain some kind of event license with the host city and so therefore had to cancel.

This was very disappointing on several levels. On the first level, we had to plan a babysitter to stay overnight and arrange a hotel and so on and so forth. So all that preparation would go to waste.

We hastily signed up for a party that Mr and Mrs B had signed up for, only to find out later THEY wouldn't be able to make it.

We decided to push ahead anyways. After all, where would we be if we didn't give ourselves the opportunity to meet new people?

We went to the party anwyays. We enjoyed a nice meal at an unusual Brazilian restaurant. Then we showered and went to the party.

The location was ok. Not fantastic, mind you, merely ok. The space was a bit crowded, and as the night wore on, we noticed that the number of single men was increasing.

Of course, we also met a few new couples, and a few couples we already knew. But ultimately, we didn't play with anyone. We left fairly early - for a swinger's party - and went back to the hotel, where we played with each other.

In retrospect, I knew that I was a bit concerend about this party on several levels. First of all, the hosts were allowing single men. And there were about 30 single men signed up for the party. Secondly, most of the single men were African-American. While race itself was not an issue, what the party turned out to be was for non-African-American women to have sex with African-American men. In the time we were there, that was basically all we saw for playtime, except for two other women playing with each other. I watched a nearly middle-aged man look on as his wife had sex with a large black man. We also saw another gentleman look on while his wife serviced three African-American men.

We also had the unfortunate experience of another single male come up to us, in what seemed like a too-eager way. He didn't really even try to get to know us, but kept hounding us to come back to our hotel. As we left the party, he practically chased us out trying to get to us to let him come back to the hotel with us. Uhhh..no?

As I said, it was a very uncomfortable atmosphere to me, nearly to the point of one of the swinger's clubs being filled with single guys all trying to get a glimpse of some action. I'm not entirely sure Mr and Mrs B would have enjoyed the party themselves.

A few of the people we spoke with said they had been to this host's other parties before and kept coming back for more. All I can say is that those people must be looking for African-American men. As I said to Mrs B, there's nothing wrong with that, except I'm not African-American and that's all the ladies seemed interested in. Of the couples we talked to, we would spend some time chatting with the male half while, once again, the female half would slink away and talk to someone else or generally just decide to hang out separate from their spouse or boyfriend. Very frustrating, as Mrs Sunbuckus and I have decided that with new couples we would only play together for awhile.

Overall, strike out, but next time I think we'll stick to parties that limit or outright ban single men. That way it's not a sausage fest.

We've also decided that would be our last party for awhile and try one-on-one (or two-on-two) dating so that we can concentrate on the other couple. I think I prefer that to some extent. It allows me to concentrate on the woman and not worry about her getting distracted or some other man coming up and trying to steal her away for playtime. When I'm with a woman, I want to be with her mentally and not feel like she's looking around wondering if there's anyone with a better cock nearby. Because that's just going to distract me and make it that much harder to get an erection.

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