No, it was the right decision. It just didn’t FEEL like the right decision at that very moment.
Well, both, really. Physically, I ain’t all that. I’m not saying it’s inconceivable that a hot woman might find me attractive, but if she does, it’ll probably be after talking with me for a while, not just from walking up to me at random in a coffee shop.
Well, she doesn’t want you to fuck her; she wants you to watch her fuck. Or get fucked.
Anyway, weird stuff happens. Do I have to quote WATCHMEN to you again?
Would I do it now? No way. It’s not something that my wife would either want to participate in, or be okay with my doing without her.
Would I have done it back when I was single? Sure. While Ferret Herder’s right that the vast majority of people just aren’t that attractive naked, these wouldn’t be the vast majority of people; these would be people that were ‘hot’ in the opinion of a 29 year old porn actor.
Hell, back when I was single, in my 20s and early 30s, the vast majority of people I knew who were near my age did look good naked, even without vetting by a 29 year old porn star. (That sure isn’t true at my current (late 50s) age. When some friends put a hot tub on their back deck a few years back and were thinking of hosting a hot tub party, I was very glad that they either dropped the idea or just didn’t invite us.)
Unlike Shagnasty, I’ve never watched anyone else have sex, so it would have been something new, rather than the same old same old. And the opportunity to get to play with an attractive woman’s private parts (and possibly be played with in return) wasn’t something I’d have been likely to turn down.
I realize this is fighting the hypothetical, but I really don’t think I’d be able to take this offer at face value. I’d probably be thinking “Yeah right, and then when I’m passed out from the drugged coffee your buddies gang rape me and you sell the video on the Internet. No thanks!”
If I were a man, I’d probably assume that I’d be presented with a large bill at the end of the evening and get my ass kicked if I didn’t pay.
…contingent on I bring my weapons which I usually carry in my person.
Well, no. The orgy crowd in my area are the house boaters on Lake Lanier NE of Atlanta, all well-upholstered, dull & politically conservative. I have no desire in watching a blobby mass of salon-tanned liver spots writhing on the same carpet that the family dog had earlier itched his anus on.
I would totally go, contingent on me being able to verify that it is totally legit, and I won’t be drugged/robbed/punked something like that.
I’m not into hand-jobs. I do that on my own, and I do it better than a strange hand that has never grasped my dong before. I have preferences, dammit!
I need orifices baby.
Strictly reading the OP, I’d almost certainly attend unless I was getting an unusually bad vibe from other invitees. Sex is interesting, and, hey, I’m usually bored. The only big downside to the scenario is that the person in question is formally a porn performer. Nothing morally against porn, but I generally find “porn style” sex to be a turn-off. I like sex, but I don’t like “sex performance,” generally speaking.
Skald, I know you don’t come down to where I work and slap the ennui out of my mouth, but I think you overdecorated your hypothetical here. This borders on a yes-or-no question.
How significant can this “other” be if they can’t even get thier name straight?
Twice in my life I’ve had the opportunity to attend a sex party as an observer. Twice I went. Yes, I’d go again and watch. Sorta like being offered NFL tickets.
I’m there. Life is short and how often will I get an opportunity like this? I might even participate, if I felt comfortable enough.
I actually once was invited to attend a “Plushie” party – where people have sex with their stuffed plush toys. (“I’ve seen things no teddy bear should see.”) I politely declined… (But I’ve been curious ever since, about what I missed!)
Yes definitely. I’d be as embarrassed as hell for the first few minutes or so but I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that!
Yelling, “Down in front” is a major faux pas. FYI.
Nope, wouldn’t go. No interest. Wouldn’t try to shut it down either–none of my business what other people do with their evenings.
To say nothing of it being a debasement of science.
On the assumption that I would enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed BDSM parties, I’d definitely attend.
First of all, I cannot conceive of a hot guy named Pat. And why can’t he remember how to spell his partner’s name (Chris vs. Kris)?
Anyway . . . this event seems a lot tamer than many things I’ve done IRL. But I might go if I have nothing else to do. But I don’t expect much.