Why do I love group sex?

I was always sexually promiscuous growing up. As soon as I was old enough to have a decent part-time job, I'd have enough money to go out every weekend to see who I could hook up with on Friday and Saturday nights. It was a ritual, from getting dressed-up, selecting the right underwear and shoes, to commanding my 'spot' on the dance floor, either waiting for offers or initiating my own. I'd have sex with anyone - just for the thrill of the chase. No strings. The lack of attachment was most important, sometimes I never even caught their name. A prime example was once, walking to the bus station and a random stranger informed me I had 'nice tits'. I turned around and asked him 'What did you just say to me?'. He fumbled over his words as I walked up to him, looked him over and took him behind the public toilets for a quick three minute blow-job...in the middle of the afternoon.

It's that instant animal instinct for me. Those quick opportune moments that break up the monotony of mundane,

everyday life. It's easy enough to grab those moments if you are, like I am in a long-term relationship or marriage to have a quickie whenever and wherever you can. The opportunities might be there, but that raw, animal instinct fizzles a little when you realise you need to pick up some milk from the shops, pay the credit card and mow the lawns. That's where the group sex comes in.

I'm lucky to have a wonderful partner who loves swinging. He's a simple man - he's just a dirty pervert at heart. He loves the idea of having his other half become his porn fetishes come-to-life. He loves playing with couples, single ladies and inviting a single man to join, but he really lets his animal instincts come over him when there is a group of others, all using me for their own pleasure. He's definitely not being cuckolded - he's first there to spit roast. He's a very active part of my group sex - but not as a loving partner, he's there as a raging hard-on that's desperate to make me scream. I'm there as tits and pussy writhing and waiting to be covered in cum.

So, what do I get out of group sex? Sometimes I'm so stuffed it's hard to move, other times I'm tied down so moving is impossible. Occasionally some clumsy foot will stand on my hair, or a random arse will be sat on my elbow. But...Those bills, shopping lists and garden chores have dissipated and the animal instincts take over in a swath of sweating bodies and thrusting pelvises. The clothes are off, the make-up has melted away, it's just us, as nature intended. For a few hours the group don't have to comply to usual social norms, instead we are a raging mass of hormones and adult flesh. It's bliss.

Watching animal wildlife documentaries, I'm always intrigued when you see groups of monkeys and apes at it. It's very similar to what goes on in a play room, and I mean that in the nicest possible sense. They use sex as a way to connect to other members of their social circles in a very real sense, no jealousy, no false smiles or intentions. Just pure pleasure - living for that moment in time. That's why I think group sex is a very natural part of our (especially mine) sexuality. We've been doing it for thousands of years.

Don't feel bad if I don't catch your name, or if I'm not interested in you afterwards. Remember, no strings. You were there for those few hours to make a night extra special for me. Hopefully I did the same thing for you.