A little while back I had the distinct pleasure to attend an organized sex party. OMFG I went to an orgy!!!

This has always been on my bucket-list (right after threesome — which remains unchecked). It wasn’t everything I had hoped, but it was great, and it was a learning experience in many ways.

I don’t recall how I heard about the group, but one day I came across the site of the “Boston Sex Club,” a self-described true sex club; NOT a “meet-and-greet,” but rather a real “suck-and-fuck.” They had a social website with members and event planning, etc. The photos from past parties were quite alluring, despite being a bit untouched and realistic-looking. Sadly for all you Bostonians, the parties have stopped. Soon after I went, they had a total database crash. They never recovered. I even tried to help (I’m a scientist), but their data was too corrupted.

There was a lot of secrecy building up to the event. Ladies could join this social networking site for fee, but men had to pay $150. For some reason, I felt it wasn’t a scam, and this was something I wanted to explore, so I went for it. About that secrecy… The site took no credit cards. You had to contact the site managers by email and send him&her the serial number of a MoneyPak Green Dot card. This was the point when you found out if your money was just going to go “away,” or if you were actually dealing with honest people.

To my great surprise, everything was above board. The secrecy really was to protect anonymity. Many, if not all, members of the sex club have other lives that they want to maintain. Some have professional lives that don’t mix well with this kind of thing. Some people are married and their spouses don’t know they’re there.

The one and only Boston Sex Club party that I attended was at a four-star suite in the Boston suburbs. I showed up at about 9:30 PM on a Friday. I was told to wait in the lobby until I got a call. I eventually got the call and was told to meet someone at bottom of a stairway at the end of a hall. I followed the cloak and dagger and met J, the club manager. I also met a couple other clubbers coming in at the same time.

J brought us to the lowly-lit suite where a ginormous black man opened the door, muscles popping out all over his shirt. I thought he was the bouncer, but he was just another club member. Everybody was standing or sitting around the suite talking. It looked like a bunch of average people just having some nice chats. We all started to get to know each other. I learned what people did for work, their hobbies, and whether people were single or not. Almost nobody mentioned their real names.

I was chatting up the prettiest girl there, talking about random stuff, like club dancing, and then all of the sudden it happened… Three people got up, went over to the bed, took off all their clothes and just plain started fucking, in front of everyone!

I felt this super strange feeling of shock and amazement. I stared a little bit, and almost felt bad about it. It was so much fun to watch them, though, even though it didn’t really turn me on. It was just crazy.

Things started to warm up. We started to make some better choices for the music playlist. I started dancing with that girl. She wasn’t ready yet. One of the ladies who was already on the bed, and naked, started talking with me. She asked me to get undressed. I took everything off except my underwear and started kissing her. Pretty soon I was naked and on top of her, but there were two problems. First, she wasn’t my type, and second, I was so hopelessly nervous in this weird crazy place that I couldn’t get it up! Ten or so people were watching. There have been a number of times in my life when I couldn’t get it up — either because of not being in the mood, or being crazy nervous.

I moved on, went back to that girl who was more my type. We danced for a while: me naked, her getting more naked as time went one. I had to take off her clothes little by little. She was nervous, but she came to this party looking for the same thing we all were. Kissing her while naked flooded my whole body with good feeling. I still wasn’t ready (on account of being so nervous), but I was having a real good time. I went down on her in a big way — partly because I didn’t know what else to do. Then I started using my hands. Here I was with my fingers up some hot woman’s vagina with a whole room of people watching. Does not compute…

We messed around on the bed, and then on a love seat. We spent a lot of time naked doing things to each other before actual sex even started. I got more into the mood as some people started to leave. There were probably 6 or 7 people watching once we finally got into it. I had such a good time, on top, on bottom, from the side, and all over. At one point I was lying on my back watching this well-formed woman standing on the bed looking down at me, and I was just smiling. “You’re happy,” she said. I was. Enjoying being with a beautiful naked woman really does make me happy. It felt like an innocent happiness — just happy to be alive and in this strange situation.

I’ve never been to a sex party or orgy since then. I tried to start one once, but there’s not enough interest where I live. Now I’ve realized about myself that I’m not just looking for sex, so I’ve moved on from that kind of thing (Don’t get me wrong– I still enjoy meaningless sex). Still, I’ll cherish that experience.