This is the fifth installment of the weekly Sex In The Mother City series. Kira is house-sitting for friends at their Fresnaye house, the day after meeting over-achiever Shane. Once her fellow house sitters arrive, and both Shane and Kira add their friends Paul and Celeste to the equation, the offers for multi-partnered liaisons come flying Kira’s way thick and fast. Sex In The Mother City is based on true happenings in the Mother City (names have been changed).Follow the link for episode 5.

Noughti(es) Sex

The expectation of super-sex is the scourge of the Noughties. Super-sexy multiple orgasms whilst engaging in karma sutra-like poses backwards, forwards and sideways, swinging from the chandeliers! Most women know that sexual stunts are not always that easy or indeed enjoyable. The wheelbarrow may look like a fabulous idea, but how many women actually have the upper-body strength to hold that position for any length of time? And the blood rush to the head…not really that pleasant. The focus is on not passing out, or wondering how many disprins will be required to be able to use your arms again post-coitus rather than experiencing repeated orgasms?

Super-sex is frequently quite elusive, a veritable holy grail, unless practiced with a well-experienced and well-trained lover. One who understands that the art of female pleasure is comfortably engaging the mind as well as the body and continuously hitting the spot correctly!

Kira had met with two of her girlfriends at Wafu in Mouille Point for sushi and sundowners.

“Now that I am a bit pissed, and it is just the two of you – who I swear I will take out painfully with a traditional African weapon if you ever repeat this – I have something to tell you.” Silvia had already started “powdering her nose” that evening; so between that and the daiquiris she was inexorable.

“I think that David is gay and I have never had an orgasm through penetration with him. To be honest rarely with anyone else either. Am I dysfunctional? More interested in women? Or just doomed to giving blowjobs – and let me add, world-class blowjobs – for the rest of my life?”

Kira, informed by the local healthcare radio personality, Dr Dee, confidently responded,

“Apparently about 90 percentage of women never achieve orgasm through penetration alone.”

“You are making that up! Where did you hear that?” Silvia sniffed obviously. “Why can I not taste any alcohol in this daiquiri? Barman, what the hell do I have to do to get a good daiquiri around here? It’s like expecting an orgasm through penetration, promises of a happy ending…But the giving is deceptive!”

“Hun, relax, I also found it quite difficult to cum via penetration alone, unless the man hits the spot perfectly; and even then the continual bumping felt uncomfortable initially.” Catherine contributed to the conversation.

“David thinks I am dysfunctional. He seems to have never experienced a non-orgasmic-via-penetration-alone woman before. I feel like I am constantly working my jaw muscles and he never goes down on me! His cock is supposedly sufficient!”

“Hun, either he has only ever dated the blessed 10 percent, or a lot of women have been faking it.”

“Here’s to the blessed 10%! More bloody alcohol in my daiquiri, please! Tequila? Bathroom?” And Silvia disappeared to the ladies bathroom once again.

Enter the Masters of the Universe. Or at least of Planet Earth. Men who did everything to 110%. Most managed their first seriously profitable company at 16; more companies and take-overs at 23. Mastery of the human psyche and behavior by 25. Penthouses across the globe by 30. Hike Table Mountain? Never. They would run up and down in less than one hour forty.

And they had the ability to give a woman an orgasm just by kneading her left upper thigh; never mind the multiple orgasms that their flickering tongues could induce. Yes, those tongues made them sound like aliens and possibly they were. A super-species of 110% achievers intent on taking over the planet; and they had landed in Cape Town at the One and Only.

“Shag me!” said Celeste when she called in response to Kira’s text regarding Shane’s dinner invitation.

“You said it, baby.” Kira smiled, remembering the reflection of Shane and herself in the mirror the night before.

So Kira, Tarah and Celeste went to dinner with Shane and his equally lovely, and more established, older friend, Paul. Surrounded by beautiful people on the beachfront of Camps Bay, Paul and Shane entertained them. They had met through the international entrepreneur’s network. Paul had basically mentored Shane in his early twenties, but Shane was fast becoming his entrepreneurial equal and their rivalry was palpable.

Kira and Shane took a walk on the beach mid-dinner. Shane had been charming Tarah over dinner and after kissing Kira on the beach a few times turned the conversation to threesomes. His suggestion was Tarah, Kira, and himself.

“I honestly don’t think Tarah would go for that suggestion.” Kira, aware of Tarah’s religious beliefs, knew that even straight sex with Tarah would be a challenge; never mind engaging her in a threesome with one of her good friends.

A Room with a View

This was not the first offer of a threesome Kira had received that week-end.

Kira had been house- and cat-sitting for an Italian friend of hers. The house in Fresnaye had the most beautiful views of Table Bay. Waking up to real expresso coffee and those views was heaven. It made Kira feel like a goddess ruling from her mountainside domain. She finally understood the temptation to marry for money.

However, it appeared that Roberto’s cat was not the only pussy seeking Kira’s attention that week-end. Roberto’s friends, Theresa, Dario and Allan were visiting from Johannesburg. Kira had met Dario briefly before.

On Saturday morning Kira woke up to a text:

Morning sexy. Hope you have a beautiful day. It would be really great if we could all have dinner together tonight. You and Theresa can get to know each other. And then when Allan goes to bed, we can see what happens.  Xx

A box of Swiss chocolates with a rose had been placed on a chair outside her bedroom door.

Clearly Allan, the couple’s older South African friend, was not part of the post-dinner action plan.

Initially, Kira was not sure that she had understood Dario’s intention correctly.

However, after she bumped into Dario, Teresa and Allan in the driveway on her way out that evening, she received another text:

Wow, you looked beautiful J Just spoke to my friend, Guiseppe, and he told me if he were here, there would be 5 of us in the bed together tonight. What do you think of my wife? I told her my ideas and she is actually cool with anything. You? X

Theresa was very sexy and Kira may have considered experimenting with them as a couple, but unfortunately she was not attracted to Dario at all. She would have to be very drunk to allow him to paw at her body.

As it happened Kira was out of the house for most of the week-end anyway. Until Sunday evening, when she decided to show Shane and Paul the view from the terrace.

Shane and Kira had dropped Tarah at home after dinner in Camps Bay. Celeste had promised to drive Paul to the house for some late night skinny dipping.  Shane had got out of the car at Tarah’s house to kiss her good-bye. Mid-clinch he had reached into the car for Kira to join them. Tarah suddenly sensing what Shane was after had ended the kiss and hurried for her apartment door.

“She would have been up for it if you had only been more encouraging.” Shane got back into the car.

“Shane, I can assure you, she is a good friend of mine. It would have been very awkward and I don’t think she is into threesomes. Anyway I am sure Celeste and Paul are waiting.”

And they were. In the driveway. Celeste giggling alongside her silver VW Beetle with Paul up against her nibbling on her ear.

Kira let them into the house.

“And what have you in this fridge, my darling girl? Only beers? Well then, beers will have to do.” Celeste appeared from the kitchen, four beers in hand.

“Gorgeous pad,” Paul nodded approving, stepping out onto the terrace.

“Yes, awesome view.” Shane pulled Kira down onto the outside lounger between his legs and started to caress her body with his hands and mouth. Celeste had perched on the terrace railing and when Paul approached, she drew him towards her. It made a wonderful picture, Paul’s back, naked legs around his waist, and beyond, the twinkle of the Mother City fading the black velveted stars.

Kira saw the curtain twitch upstairs, Dario’s face appear, Celeste’s legs move, and Paul’s head angle as his muscular back was revealed. The light from the upstairs window created a spotlight near their now writhing torsos. Strewn clothes on the terrace. Heat mounting, everyone begging. Voyeur, entrepreneur, lover.

When Kira was almost completely stripped naked under Dario’s gaze Shane lifted her up into his arms.

And for the second time in 24 hours as he brought her body to a shuddering standstill within moments of penetrating her, Kira watched herself in a mirror in a bathroom and thought 110%!