Manners Cost Everything: The Orgy

This is another excerpt from my book. Based entirely on real events that I was lucky to be part of, that I then intertwined with the fictional story of my murdering protagonist. 

 It’s February 2000, and it is damn cold. Bloody cold. We’re walking around Kensington Gardens, trying to find the address that we’d secured on the phone earlier. We applied, we sent our photos and then all is shrouded in secrecy until the day of the night of the orgy. You are then given the address and that’s what we’re trying to find now.

‘We’ consists of an existing couple that have been to the ‘Fervent Parties’ before, the male of whom knows my partner in crime for the night, Lucy. Lucy and I have fucked a few times but it never went anywhere and we’ve made our peace with that. Tonight we are pretending to be a couple to get in, as they have a policy of not allowing single men.

Lucy has been bi-curious for a while, and I want to play. Lucy is petite and very lovely (of course), and would make girlfriend material if that’s what I was into or what I was looking for right now. But I’m not. Only one girl has come close to that, and I screwed that one right up, somehow. One day I’ll hopefully find out what I did, as I really don’t remember. My bloody blackouts striking again. This time it hits harder, though.

I feel the gnawing in my belly start when thoughts turn to Elektra, and I do my best to quell it. No, no more going to the dark place. I remind myself of what is going to happen tonight. An actual orgy of beautiful people. If that can’t take my mind off of things, I don’t know what can. Christ knows I’ve been screwing my way through beautiful girl after beautiful girl to erase the pain of losing something before it started. I know it’s partly wanting what I can’t have, but it’s the fact that I had felt something. There was a shift happening, and I can’t help but feel it would have made me a better person. She would have made me a better person.

It wasn’t to be though, and no amount of letters, cards, emails, flowers and even CD singles had changed that. She would not talk to me. Not actually talk to explain what I had done to change everything so dramatically, so quickly. Just that I had shown a side of myself to her that she didn’t like. That’s all I could get. Naturally, by persistent endeavours to contact her and occasional drive by’s her flat at night had made me a stalker in her eyes. Really, all I needed was an answer to get some closure, but she would not budge.

She was a strong one and held her resolve. And that broke me.

There followed a binge of drinking, smoking and drug taking. I couldn’t concentrate properly at work and yes, I was sleeping with as many women as possible to make myself feel better. But it didn’t worked. Then maybe it did. I’m lots better now, but still have that pain occasionally return, that only the heartbroken can feel. But it’s less now.

I look at Lucy, with her arm linked through mine. Poor girl. She really got me at a bad time, and it’s testament to her that she’s stayed buddies with me. Fuck buddies occasionally, but mostly just buddies. We joke sometimes about whether it was her dealing with me when I was down that has garnered her burgeoning bi-curiosity; but after some rib tickling she always insists that it was always there, dormant inside her.

She just hadn’t been in a situation to explore it before this came up. This amazing thing.

And so here we were, masquerading as a couple, shivering in the cold with me in my Paul Smith corduroy suit and her in a very classy yet easily removed flimsy little black dress. I knew she would have the tiniest of g-strings on and no bra, for her breasts were perfectly perky and not too big so that gravity got a hold. I was looking forward to seeing them again. All of her, in fact, if it came to that.

‘Here it is’ Marcus said, the male of the couple, accompanied by Sian, his striking and stunningly androgynous girlfriend. They had been to two ‘Fervent Parties’ before and had told us what to expect. Sian had explored fully her curious side, and Marcus explained that he had watched at times, and had been allowed to join in a couple of times when Sian had hooked up with a single girl. I wanted some of that, please.

Couples and single girls only. Those were the rules. Respect of boundaries being another that they emphatically stressed. Good. Manners and sex with multiple partners sounded like a great way to spend a Saturday evening. Right up my alley.

We look up at the Brownstone four storey apartment block that is the allocated venue. Very swanky. We buzz the buzzer and wait for the door to be opened, all in quiet anticipation in our separate thoughts about what was to come.

I unlink my arm from Lucy’s, and put it around her shoulders and squeeze her towards me, she looks up with her smokily made-up eyes, then winks at me. Whatever was between us, friends or whatever, it didn’t matter. What we knew lay beyond this door created a constant undercurrent of sex. Yes, we were going to have some fun tonight.

The door is finally answered and we are ushered in, checked against photos and names and then ticked off. A hostess called Sasha then greets us, takes our coats and leads us away from Marcus and Sian and through to the kitchen of what proves to be a massive muti-million pound apartment. Sasha is drop dead gorgeous, olive skinned, possibly Arabian looking and also in a little black number. She has a serene smile and seems to exude sex from her every pore. There is definitely a vague Middle Eastern accent, but I still can’t quite place her. Whatever, does it matter, I ask myself.

And then we walk through to a very large inner hall that has entrances to various rooms, and people are everywhere.

‘Wow’ we both say as we survey the scene before us. Everywhere we look are beautiful people dressed elegantly and seductively, engaged in low level chatter. Some are in groups, some in couples and some girls stand alone looking nervous. Everyone seems to be drinking to calm nerves.

Soft music is being played that would be at home at Café Mambo in Ibiza, adding to it the air of being a normal party, one where nobody knew each other. Sasha is encouraging us to explore after grabbing some drinks, explaining that there are several ‘play areas’ consisting of beds, or seating; and then there is the main bedroom area, that has several beds pushed together.

As she takes us by the hands from room to room, she is smiling and chuckling at our faces as we take in the scenes in front of us. As we walk through, she explains that some people only come to watch, some join in and some watch their partners join in. There were no constraints outside of the strict house rules, and no judgement from anyone.

When she leads us finally to the main room, we see an expanse of crisp sheeted beds, already with some naked forms at play. At a glance among the normal one on one sex, there are two women in a 69 with couples stood around them watching, there is a threesome of two men and a woman in full swing, as well as a foursome of two men and two women. Soft lighting and cool music set a tone of normality to the unusual scene before us. Here and there are bowls of condoms and everywhere people are kissing or fondling whilst watching others. The air is charged with sexual chemistry, and Lucy and I keep exchanging glances and smiling.

Sasha has one final room to show us, a huge bathroom that she takes us into. She locks the door behind us and looks at us both in turn.

‘You guys are lovely, I can tell. Delicious too.’ She says looking Lucy up and down and then myself, ‘What are you looking to achieve tonight?’

‘I want to experiment with a girl. Maybe a boy and a girl at the same time’ she shoots a sly look at me when she says this. It is news to me. Very good news.

I look at Sasha, tall, leggy and olive skinned, long brown hair and deep brown eyes. Then I look at Lucy, petite, stunning, also long dark hair and amazing body, and I respond with ‘I want a threesome more than anything. A double blow job would blow my mind, and a triple would mean I could die happy’. I laugh and looked at them both expectantly.

‘Sorry guys, I’m off limits. I don’t play as I’m with Pete, one of the organisers’ she says, and my heart sinks. A sly smile comes on her face though as she walks up to Lucy, puts her hand round the back of her neck and pulls her face close to hers and breaths ‘..and I definitely don’t kiss anyone’ as she proceeds to kiss Lucy passionately.

I watch as Lucy’s initial surprise turns to lust and she responds ardently, and I grow harder all the time. I put my glass down on the marble surrounding the sink, and walk over to them. Sasha grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me in to her, unlocking lips with Lucy and hungrily kissing mine. Her tongue probes me urgently as Lucy starts kissing my neck, as I have a hand on each girls’ fantastic and pert posteriors. My erection is bulging in my trousers and I ache for one of them to touch me.

We kiss, and kiss. I groan. Pure passion. Lucy moans. Sasha sighs, then pulls away, planting a massive and final sloppy kiss on Lucy’s plump lips, reaches down and briefly grabs the girth of my erect cock between thumb and forefinger, while she puts her other hand up Lucy’s dress to press her palm flat against her moistening flimsy underwear, and says;

‘Off limits, guys, sorry’ she explodes into deliciously dirty, throaty laughter, turns around with a flip of her flimsy dress and a flash of black underwear on tanned , toned thighs; then unlocks the door and leaves.

‘Oh my god’. I say, head pounding, dick throbbing, ‘what was that?’

‘Shit, Robbie’, Lucy breathes, grabbing her drink off the side and swigging hugely from it, then slamming it back down, ‘will you please lock that door right now and then come right over here.’

I lock it, turn around to see that Lucy had shrugged off the two items of clothing she had on, a dress and tiny red knickers, and she is stood beckoning me, pert tits, flat stomach and shaven pussy, framed in the tan lines she has from her September trip to Ibiza. She has kept her high heels on and has a hungry look in her eye.

‘Come get me, Robbie. Fuck me. Then we can go and fuck the rest.’

‘Fuck, yes’, I say, grinning, and drop to all fours, then crawl towards this little naked tanned beauty, stood with legs apart, toned and perfect in her high heels with a fire in her eyes. It’s a sight that makes me salivate, as well as making me very, very lustful indeed.