Wickedly Wild Wonderfully Wet Westwood Women
True Personal Story by EroticWriter
It would be so much like fun to exaggerate here and say I was so good that I gave her multiple orgasms, her first ever. But it didn't happen that way. She had one really good one, and then she seemed to get a little worried that someone might come in and see her.
Still, she continued to hold my ass, kiss me and shake and quiver while she felt my cock pulsing into her, delivering a thick in consistency load that had maybe two hours to build from the last woman whom had taken my seed.
The Title is true because I did meet some Wickedly Wild Wonderfully Wet Women in Westwood one night. I'll talk about four of them.
Westwood, also known as Westwood Village is a combo residential and commercial area west of Hollywood. The party I am going to describe was in that immediate area, but the women were probably from areas all around such as Beverly Hills, BelAir and the San Fernando Valley.
My current girlfriend at that time real name Suzi and I somehow ended up at a party in that area and since it is so many years ago I doubt I could even identify the street today, but the homes were pretty nice, upper middle class or better. One person at the party said he thought this house was in Belair. Maybe.
This was 1968, and me, being a nude photographer amongst other things by profession was dressed for the part. No, I was not nude, at least not out in the living room, but I was wearing the attire of the day, which was a dress jacket, unbuttoned, long hair and full beard. But I, unlike some, kept my hair clean and combed.
Suzi with the jet black hair was dressed in her usual, which means that no matter what she was wearing, everything was sticking out there, and in all the right places. Suzi was probably one of the most fun chicks I ever hung with. A Leo. Playful, adventurous, good natured, beautiful, and a set of half grapefruit shaped tits that would match anyone for firmness and shape, and they were natural.
The layout of the home was kind of neat. Come in the front door, two person bench on the left, living room straight ahead, a sunken sort of fire pit without the fire in the center and adjoining a kitchen straight ahead. Bedrooms, I didn't know how many to the right rear. Later I would discover another bedroom, much closer.
My first of four that night
So there I was, sitting on a small pillow and carpeted floor in the crowded area between the kitchen and the carpeted no fire pit thingie, talking to some other couples, when I felt something touching me in the area of my right shoulder and back.
I turned my head and looked up, and there was this great ass on a woman wearing a dress, maybe 22-24, and the back of her right leg, her calf, was against me. She was standing there talking to people standing in front of her. It was an accidental touch, her having backed up against me, of that I am sure.
But she was gorgeous. A brunette. I had seen her come in a few minutes earlier with a group of guys and gals. She was one of those rare gals whose personality, even from a distance, was obvious. Head turning left to right, taking everything and everybody in view. Long hair waving freely. Smiling broadly. Outgoing. Friendly. Desirable.
Immediately some guy at the party had hit on her before she could even come across the room. I did not watch further, figuring she was gone, at least for a while.
But she did not 'go.' Here she was, touching against me without being aware and I wanted her. So I turned around to my left, reached around my body with my right thumb and four fingers, and proceeded to wrap them around her lower right leg.
Just at that exact moment, she started to move away from me. As her leg went forward and up a little, my fingers ended up sort of coming together and squeezing her ankle and as she kept moving forward, she slipped out of my grasp. But at that moment and still moving, she turned her head and looked back and down at me, realizing that I had touched her. Our eyes locked as she looked, and then she kept going.
She was walking away with a couple of girls and guys.
Oh well, another chance muffed. Now her I could have really gone for. But I was not horny, you see. I had steady pussy, so was not worried about it. (see my unrelated story on this site called Sharing My Steady Pussy)
A few minutes later as I was talking to whoever, still sitting on the floor, a blur suddenly grabbed me. I could not tell what it was, but there was this fast moving blur down at my floor level and it was grabbing my body and head and kissing me madly. So close and moving so fast that I could not focus.
I kissed back, hoping it was a woman, and when I was finally able to focus...it was her.
That had been all it took. She had came in the door, had men hit on her all across the room, more men probably hitting on her for maybe 30 minutes, including me, sorta, and she had picked me.
I had not said a word to her beforehand. Two or three fingers on her ankle was all. 30 seconds later we were in one of those back bedrooms, and thankfully, no one came to join in, which the way I was feeling about her, would have been an interruption, big time.
I don't think we exchanged five words in those first two minutes, but we set records for getting undressed.
Fuck. What a body. Then we fucked, and it was so hot and passionate that it was like we had known one another for years but had never before fucked. And of course her body was perfect. Small all over, except for the hips and breasts, which were medium.
And her face framed by brunette hair? Absolutely flawless. That is why I had zoned in on her as soon as she entered, and she had never left my thoughts.
If you see the photo I posted of the four gals, the gal holding the pitchfork she looked like, only better.. A little younger maybe.
I was the only guy that got to her. I think it was maybe less than an hour later and she had gone with some of the group she had entered with.
As far as I was concerned, if I had ended up just sitting there and conversing the rest of the night, I would have been happy. Suzi was off somewhere, but according to her later, she was not getting laid at that particular time.
My second of four that night
And then I met this woman. She was really pretty too. Maybe 28-30. Brunette. Married I gathered by her rings. No man with her far as I could tell. Somehow, after maybe ten minutes of light banter, we ended up in one of the bedrooms, we were naked, and I was in her. Another nice body, and I was having her all to myself.
She was beginning to get pretty excited and I was, at that time, after the previous sexual bout, feeling more romantic than wildly physical.
Quiet get close time.
I wanted to sort of 'make love' to her, and she was, I thought, also in that mood but also wanting to fuck. Then she did something strange. She looked into my face and said, somewhat loudly, "I want to suck your cock."
That was out of sync with what was happening. I had already given her some foreplay, we had kissed a bunch, and I had already been inside her for maybe five minutes. So why all of a sudden, sucking cock?
I said something to her like, 'After while maybe, I'm enjoying being in you." Words to that effect.
Then about that time, a strange guy came in, or maybe he was already in the room and I had not seen him, squatted down on the bed beside our heads, (I was on top of her) and stuck out his medium roughly same size as me cock. Into her mouth it went, and she began to go wild. She was ready, right now, to take this into a three way.
This was unlike me, but for some reason at that moment, after we had started out alone and passionate, I had wanted it to be just she and me. She had given no hint in advance that she wanted an orgy. So I got up off her and said to the guy, “You can have her,' and left. She had looked shocked. They both had laid there, unmoving and unspeaking, as I had dressed.
Stupid? Probably. Like I said, that was unlike me, the guy who had started so many orgies.
I'll tell more about that woman later in this story.
But all that is not the main point of this story. The most interesting thing was about to happen.
My Third of Four
There were a lot of people in that house, and more coming all the time it seemed. Then, in she came. Yeah, another 'in she came.' She came in that front door with a guy who was shorter than her and had a tightly trimmed full beard. I noticed her immediately from across the room. He looked to be about her age, and I was able to tell right away that though they had came in together, they were not really 'together.'
That was confirmed when he sat her down on the little bench I mentioned earlier by the front door, talked to her for maybe five seconds, and then went off and left her sitting there. Yes, he went off and left her sitting by the front door, alone on that bench, and she was looking very embarrassed.
You see, she was a screen star. A big time screen star at that time in history. I will just say screen star and not narrow it down to movies or television. To protect her identity I need to do that.
I think at that point in time I was maybe the only person in the front area that had noticed her. Like I said, there was a distance between where you come in the front door and to where everyone was seated around the sunken pit and the kitchen. But I am always aware of my surroundings, and I was aware.
She was alone, readily identifiable to anyone who lived on this planet, and she was trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. Because it was a cool fall night she was still wearing the light jacket she had worn from outside, and down below, a pair of slacks.
A pair of slacks? To an orgy? Not normal, but like I said, she had been left sitting by the front door and looked out of place.
What to do? I wanted to go over to her and make myself known, but I know people in the industry hate that. So I watched her from across the room, and over maybe ten-15 minutes a couple of guys came over to her and I saw her shake her head 'No.'
What were they asking? I am sure it was something she did not want to hear, like, “Wanna fuck?”
Finally, more to put her at ease than hit on her, I went over and without even asking, did something no one else had tried as I plopped down beside her on her right. It was a narrow bench, and our hips were almost touching. I could make or break this conversation with the next few words.
She was looking at me from across her shoulder, and she looked nervous.
“Hi! I like watching people and analyzing their thoughts and actions.”
“Really,” she asked, dubiously?
“Yes. And I saw you come in the door and it looked like you saw something you had not expected. That guy, whoever he is with the beard, maybe a producer or director, invited you to a party and did not tell you what kind of party, and now here you are and he has gone off and left you.”
She knew by my comment 'producer or director' that I had recognized her.
“You know who I am?”
“Of course, and don't worry. I am not going to 'hit' on you. I am here with a very lovely lady, and I have already been in bed with one and one-half women so I'm good to go.”
She looked puzzled, but I could also tell that she was glad for a chance to talk to someone that was not going to bug her and maybe I would keep others from bothering her.
“One-half?”
“Yes. We were busily engaged in some activities, another guy came in, she invited a part of him to join in without consulting me, so I left them to each other.”
“Oh!” And then she laughed.
I was right in my assumption about her situation. They had finished filming. On the way to giving her a ride home, he had invited her to a party. She had accepted, and then it had turned out to be an orgy, though thankfully, she said, it isn't going on in plain sight.
“No,” I replied. “All the activities are in the back bedrooms.”
We talked some more and I never mentioned sex. All the while I was thinking on what a score she would be, but I had to keep my word, you see. To further protect her identity, I won't detail her face, hair, or body. Let's just say that if she was a current hot screen property, that she had to be looking mighty fine.
“So how long do you plan to just sit here? Your friend seems to have forgotten about you.”
“I'll give him a while longer, then, I don't know.”
“Well, Suzi and I can give you a ride to wherever you need to go if it comes to that. Once you meet Suzi I am sure you would feel safe with the two of us.”
“Yeah,” she snickered. “Probably safer then with my so-called friend.”
At that time I was hoping that Suzi would spot us together and come on over, but I couldn't see her in that mostly seated crowd across the room.
Just then a cute little female, escorted by two men walked by almost right in front of us and went through a hall passage to our left that I had not really paid much attention to. I saw them open a door and go into what looked like a bedroom, and as the door closed, it did not close all the way.
“Hmm,” I said honestly, “I didn't know there was a bedroom in the front too.”
She seemed curious. “I wonder what's happening in there.”
“Well, not much yet, probably. They just went in.”
“Do you suppose one of them was her husband?”
I grinned. “Out of habit, I looked, and she was wearing rings.”
“Ooh.” She was staring at that door.
“Want to go see?”
She did not answer me for probably 20 seconds, and I did not rush her. “Since I'm here, and I've never been in a situation like this before, I'd like to see what goes on, but I don't want to be involved.”
“I understand completely. But let me ask you a question just out of curiosity. Your not wanting to be involved is because of who you are, or who you are?”
She looked puzzled for all of maybe two seconds, and then she caught on. “Both, probably. I can't do anything publicly because it would be all the scandal, but also, that's not me, the real me. I've never been free with my...with my body.”
I already had a strong hunch that she was going to go into that room with me, but I was being very careful not to push. She wanted to be protected, I could tell.
“It's probably on the dark side in there. We could go in and just watch. I'll protect you from anyone and I promise, again, not to hit on you.”
“Just watch? They wouldn't like that, I'm sure.”
“Let me tell you a little secret about some of these parties I've been too. If the door is closed tight, or maybe locked, they want privacy. But if it is left open....” I craned my head towards that hallway, hoping her eyes would follow mine. They did.
“The door is open!”
“Yes. Just a little ways, but it is open.”
“She, that girl, she went in with two guys.” And then she asked me again what had already been said. “Do you suppose one of them was her husband?”
I know, I already wrote that she asked that. But she did it twice so I am repeating it.
“Most likely. And like you, he probably wants to watch.”
That got to her, I think. I had stated flat out that she wanted to watch, and she took me up on it.
“If I go in, you'll keep anyone from bothering me? And we can keep our clothes on?”
“Absolutely. If anyone in there gets out of line or seems to be bothered, we just leave.”
After looking across the room to see if anyone was watching her, she stood up before me. Quite frankly, I was glad to stand up, because that bench was getting hard on my ass cheeks.
I looked around. "Do you have a purse?"
"I locked it in his car before we came in."
That was strange. If she had not known there is an orgy going on inside, why had she left her purse outside? But there was something else that concerned me. If she had locked her purse in the bearded guy's car, that mean that she could not leave with Suzi and I until we got hold of him and he unlocked his car.
That might be a problem, but that was something to worry about later, if things went that far.
Then there was something else I thought of. “We saw three go in, but there might be others already in there. If that is the case, do you still want to go on in?”
She gulped, I actually saw her Adam's apple move. “If they're all busy, we could just stay back, off to the side?”
I nodded.
We were in the hallway and in front of the door. “Who goes first?” She had asked and I could tell that she was excited now. I wanted to take her hand, but was unsure as to whether she would find that reassuring or threatening. So I did not reach out for her.
“We go in together. If they see us, the two of us, it is more likely that they won't mind, seeing both a man and a woman.” I hesitated and looked into her eyes. “It's probably better if we sort of pretend to be together. Stay close to me and if you feel like having your hand held or anything, go for it. I won't take it wrong.”
“Thank you.”
And in we walked together.
There were just the three, and fortunately they weren't fucking. At least not yet. That cute little gal was on her back on a bed and naked, and the two men were naked on the lower halves. I will say that her B cups were nice, and still B cups while flat on her back. Pretty sure they were real too.
One man was on his stomach eating her, and as she held the back of his head with her left hand, her right hand was holding the rigid cock of the man standing beside her head. I was glad to see that the cock in her hand was a little smaller than mine. I was not expecting to be putting my cock on display, but if I did, I would at least measure up favorably against one of the men.
The man whose cock she was holding spoke to her, and that told me who the husband was. “Are you enjoying it baby?” He looked down at the head that was between her legs and then back to her.
Her answer and the tone of her voice sounded exactly like the woman who is afraid to let her man see her enjoying someone else. “Sort of. It sort of feels good.”
“Just let yourself go baby. This is why I brought you to this party, so you could experience other men.”
Oh oh. I knew right away. We have a reluctant wife here. Her husband wants her to maybe fuck other men, and she is either uncertain as to how he might react, or maybe as to how she might react. I had seen this situation before, and more than once.
“But I don't know this man.”
Well, this was interesting. A man has his mouth over her snatch and she's saying she doesn't know him. Actually, nothing really unusual about that at a swinger party. But to her, I am sure if was exciting, embarrassing, scary, or maybe all three.
And then he said something that surprised me. Not because of what he said, but because this was her first time, apparently.
“That's why I'm going to leave you alone with him, so you can get to know one another. And while you're in here having a good time, I'll be with some other woman if I luck out, and then later at home we can talk about it.”
He looked into her face as she let go of his cock. “Is that alright with you? We discussed this in advance.”
“But I don't know this man.”
We had been and hearing that before, and I noticed, happily, that my actress was now holding my hand as we stood there like spectators at a play.
He looked at us, supposedly seeing us for the first time and then back to his wife. In the dim lighting, I don't think he recognized my partner. “They'll stay and look after you so you won't be all alone. How's that?” He looked hopefully at me and I nodded my acceptance as her eyes followed his. Yes, we would stay with her. This was getting good.
Her husband's smaller than mine cock went back into his pants, and without another word, he was gone. I noticed that as he went out, he closed the door tightly. Oh yeah, that's what I wanted too.
For the first time the guy eating happily away at her snatch raised his head to look around. He glanced at me because I was more forward and in his line of sight, and though he knew there was a woman with me, he did not turn all the way to see her face. That, was also good.
“I think she's ready. She's good and wet now.”
So far my actress friend and I had seen only the naked cheeks of his (nice) ass. Then he got up on his knees and started walking forward between the little wife's legs.
I think we all three saw it at the same time. It was not way huge, but it was very noticeably larger than the one her husband had been displaying. Though it was larger than my cock, I was happy for her. Her husband had set her up, and I am sure he had not seen the cock he was leaving behind to be fucking his wife.
I immediately looked over at my actress friend, and I heard her sigh at seeing that cock. As the guy she didn't know grew close to the wife on the bed and started to aim his cock with his hand, I took a bold step and spoke softly to my actress. “Match anything you've had?”
She shook her head silently. “Almost, but only one was almost.”
“I took a chance. “I'm in between her husband and this guy.”
She said, asked one word. “And?”
I could ruin things right now if I wasn't careful. I smiled, trying to inject humor into the situation. “Just letting you know how I would fit into the situation. It doesn't mean anything between you and I.”
“Fit into the situation! That's funny.”
This was good. It would seem that my new friend was loosening up right about the time the reluctant housewife with the big scared eyes was letting out a little groan which grew deeper as that new to her larger cock began feeling its way, slowly I might add, into her body. It would turn out that this guy she did not know, knew how to please a woman he does not know, because he was taking his time in getting to know her.
After working maybe 7 plus inches into that cute little wife while she let out little gasps and sighs, he laid his body, but maybe not all his weight since his legs were still up a ways, onto her and they started kissing even before his ass started moving. I think, about then, the little housewife was no longer thinking, 'I don't know this man.'
Motioning with my eyes, I sat down on the foot of the bed and she joined me. Now, there it was, a nicely sized cock slipping forward and back, up and down into what looked like a shiny and tight little snatch. The viewing, from this angle, was quite hot. The two small lamps beside the bed were shining light in just the right place. I looked over at the woman I was 'protecting.' Her eyes were bright, and fixed on the subject at hand.
If my actress friend wanted to see the visual, this was very...visual.
She, or they, the reluctant wife and the lucky fucker, did their job for me. It was only after maybe three minutes of fucking being watched that my actress friend had moved around and sat down again, this time on the side of the bed, close enough to the two of them to touch if she reached out. Nothing had been said, but I knew now where I needed to be.
She had gone from the visual to being closer to the young wife's face. I guess she was more into the mental.
I came to her, and still standing, reached out and began to caress her neck. She immediately leaned her body to one side which placed her head against my hip. Still, she was a public figure, and I did not know if either of the other two people in this room was aware of who she was. I still needed to 'protect' her.
Though I hated doing it, I went over and turned off one of the two lamps burning beside the bed, the one on our side. When I came back, she answered the question I did not have to ask. In seconds we were lying side by side on the mattress, close enough almost to touch the other two, but not quite.
We kissed, a slow, gentle and exploratory kiss. In the final five seconds our tongues touched. I know, I know, it was just a kiss. What makes that so special? Well, this was different. She was giving her consent to be known, very intimately, by someone who was almost a total stranger, in a public place, and she had her reputation to worry about.
Thank goodness for a closed door, but a door that was not locked, or maybe couldn't be.
I felt now that we were going to fuck, but I was wondering how much, if any, of her clothing I was going to be able to remove.
I didn't have to wait long. A minute later I was back up and standing beside the bed while she remained seated sideways to me on the mattress and I was helping her to pull off her blouse. But below she was wearing those darned slacks, which would not allow me to do any touchy feely.
But all was not lost. She spoke softly and said that she wanted to remove her slacks before the brassiere came off.
Oh yes, it would seem that she knew what turns me on. White brassiere and white panties. Much sexier than red or black in my mind. If a woman wears colors, it is like she intends for those items to be seen. But if she is wearing everyday white, and you see it, it is like you are getting a sneak peek.
What size were her tits? Remember I can't say, not a clue. But they were nice, and I was caressing them in seconds, even before the panties came off. I guess I can say that her nipples were very responsive to stimuli.
Now she was officially, my third of four that night.
And she was a nice fit too, just as I had hoped. She had said 'almost' when comparing what she had been ******* to with what we had seen on the man who was now on the little wife. 'Almost' put me in maybe that size range I hoped. She seemed to think so, because it was not long before she was matching my hips stroke for stroke with her own.
There were a lot of things I wanted to say to her, some of them romantic. But because of who she was, I didn't dare. Part of it was because two other people were inches away, but there was another, more significant reason. I am sure she had already been ******* to men who would try to take advantage, not just of her body, but maybe her pocketbook.
So I just fucked her. I did it slow and gentle like because I sensed that was the way she wanted it. Maybe she wanted it that way because the little wife lying just inches away was tending to get a little noisy as she slowly overcame her inhibitions.
Oh yes, this was probably better than everybody making noise and grabbing at one another. One couple having a real sex trip as the wife begins to awaken to really being fucked, and another couple learning and enjoying one another, and doing it quietly and now, passionately.
It would be so much like fun to exaggerate here and say I was so good that I gave her multiple orgasms, her first ever. But it didn't happen that way. My actress friend had one really good one, and then she seemed to get a little worried that someone might come in and see her.
I decided that rather than prove that I could last forever, I decided I'd best let it go.
Still, she continued to hold my ass, kiss me and shake and quiver while she felt my cock pulsing into her, delivering a thick in consistency load that had maybe two hours to build from the last woman whom had taken my seed.
Neither of us had said a word to the other couple except for my nodding to the husband of that wife that I would look after her. Now my gal wanted to go back to her bench. She did not say so out loud, but I sensed it.
Still, we had 'promised' to watch over the 'reluctant' wife, so we lingered,
Fortunately the other couple finished, and the guy kissed her long and hard, got dressed, and left her with us.
I said one line to him, "Close the door tight."
I spoke to her for the first time while she was still lying there on her back and naked. “You alright?”
Her legs had remained spread in the position her stranger had left them. My actress friend, I made sure to see, was looking, right...there.
For some reason she had not risen immediately to get dressed, which surprised me since she had seemed so reluctant in the beginning. It is possible that she was expecting, maybe hoping that one or both of us would continue what had been started by her husband.
Yes readers, I'll tell you what I saw. The brown hairs of her little cunt was looking shiny with sweat and sort of matted together. The expected cum was running out, some of it, out of a hole that still looked small, but had been opened and penetrated to new levels.
She was still lovely, and she looked to have been well fucked and put up wet. In those days there was no AIDS, and we had the pill. Fucking without a rubber was still an easy option with most women.
She smiled and looked embarrassed as she put her legs together and sat up. I smiled to myself while waiting for her reply, and I was thinking that right now that cum is dripping out onto the mattress. “I think so. It was fun, I guess.”
“How about his cock? I...” I looked over at the actress, “we could tell that it was bigger than your husband's”
There, I had put it right out there, and the little wife knew that my actress friend was also asking. The reluctant wife looked at both of us, sort of turned red in the face, stuttered for a second, and then answered, “It was...fun.” But her eyes told the story.
She had really enjoyed herself and just didn't want to admit it. I made a suggestion to her. “I could tell this is your first time, right?”
“Right.” She had pulled her legs up now until her knees were almost against her breasts, and she was wrapping both arms around her legs in a defensive pose. Shit how I wanted to fuck her, and I knew I could. But you see, I had this actress over there.
Getting with the other gal, the little wife now would have thrown away all I had accomplished in seducing the screen star. I mean...mentally.
“I suggest, since your husband left you alone, that you not give him any details of how it went in here. If he asks, and he will, just smile and tell him that it was 'fun' and leave it at that.”
She frowned. “Why?”
"Because if you tell your husband that the guy he left you with has a bigger cock than he has, and that you enjoyed it that much, it might not go down too well. He will end up jealous and start blaming you for doing this."
She looked worried. “You really think so? It was all his idea.”
“It has happened before. He might not react that way, but better safe than sorry. Just keep it to yourself. If he drills you about the cock you were being drilled with and you feel you have to give an answer, just say it was about the same as his.
Look at it this way. If your husband really wanted to know how you were doing, he should have stayed with you."
She nodded understandably, and I saw my actress friend watching me and smiling approvingly at my giving out with the advice.
Now the little housewife needed protection. “Will you walk out with me, before someone else comes in?”
“Sure.” After she had gotten dressed with the help of two smiling accomplices, we all three walked out, and after looking around the living room and not seeing her husband, she headed towards the back part of the house. I never saw her again.
One wonders” Did she catch her husband in the act? Did she join in? We'll never know.
But I do know this. When that lovely little wife left that bedroom, she had a silky pair of panties that were getting cum soaked, because I saw some of it fall into there as I helped her pull them up.
Now we were back on the bench and conversing about the world in general. I avoided talking about her appearances on the screen, and I think most of the time she was asking about my work in the nude photography field.
Our timing was perfect, I guess. It was not five minutes later when the bearded one came out from somewhere in the back, up to the bench and looked down at her. “You been sitting here the whole time?”
She nodded, and I answered for her. “I've been keeping her company and out of trouble, and she says her butt is getting tired from sitting on this bench.”
Actually she had not said that, but it made the claim that she had never left the bench sound more authentic.
He sort of shrugged and said. “Well, I'm ready to go if you are.” He looked at our actress friend and she nodded. Shit! I had been hoping that she would say that I and Suzi were taking her home, but she had this 'image' to maintain.
As she stood up, she turned to me because I had risen too. “Thank you,” she said, “for everything.” Her eyes told it all.
Readers, does that sound like the classic parting line...Thank you, for everything? Well, that is exactly what happened. I don't remember all we said to one another, but I do remember that.
She was gone, and to this day so many years later I have wondered. 'If I was to walk up to her now, with all those years behind me, and the long hair and most of the beard gone, would she recognize me? Probably not. But what if I was to say to her, 'Remember when I plopped down onto a bench beside you at a party?' What then? I guess I will never know, but she's still out there.
I apologize for not putting a name on her and having to refer to her as 'she' or my 'actress friend' but that's the way it is.
Now back to Women number two.
A few minutes later I was roaming around, wondering where Suzi is, and I was called over by a couple sitting on little bar stools at a mini bar. No one else was in the immediate area. It was the gal I had left to fuck some other guy, and apparently the guy now with her was her husband.
She must have told him how I had been fucking her and then had just got off, up and out. He looked concerned, like I maybe had decided that his wife was not a good fuck or something. He said something, I don't remember exactly, but it was like: “She's really quite good you know.”
I looked into her face. She was just sitting there beside him, being very quiet, and I think, looking sad.
Apparently, I gathered, her feelings had been hurt. I tried to sooth it over, her mainly. “Don't worry about it. I was just feeling like one on one, and when it changed, I figured that someone else could probably take my place. She, your wife, is very attractive. It had nothing to do with her herself.”
That seemed to soothe him a little, but her face looked like she had been disappointed at not getting to finish with me. That, my dear readers, was good for the ego. Know what I mean?
Should I have asked her to go into a bedroom with me? No. It might have given her the chance, in front of her husband to say something like...”Hell no.” But alone, I think I could have had her again.
I didn't think about it till later, another day. That guy whom I had talked to at the bar, might, probably was the same guy who had came into that bedroom and stuck his cock in her mouth. I had not really looked at his face, but had gotten a good, closeup look at his cock.
I think that they must have had it arranged, that she would start with a man, and then he could join in. That's why she wanted to stop fucking and suck my cock, was so that her husband, if he had just came in, could see what I was giving her.
If I had known at the time, or in advance, that they wanted a threesome of maybe just the two of us fuck while he watches, I might have stayed with and in her. They, or she should have said something, at the time. Just a physical matchup, no mental it would have turned into. But it's all history now.
One more thing happened that night, that night that became almost all night. Suzi and I had reunited, and we somehow ended up in the back room which I had thought was a bedroom but was more open, like an entrance to the swimming pool or something. I never saw the room with the lights on, so I don't really remember much about the room.
But people were dozing in the darkened room after sex, maybe sleeping soundly. I put Suzi on a bed near a window doggy style because she seemed to be horny, and while fucking her slowly and looking down at the way my cock was tugging at her always tight snatch, a couple came up beside me and started watching.
He was on my right, and his wife, if that is who she was, was on his right. He was looking directly down at my cock and how it was tugging at Suzi's lips. “Want some,” I asked?
He nodded eagerly. But I was not going to give it away because he had his woman right there. “Put your wife on the bed beside her, “ I said, pointing down at Suzi.
Apparently they were both willing because she removed her clothes and got on the bed doggy style beside Suzi. Suzi either did not realize what was happening or was into it, because as I moved out of her and stepped in front of the man to enter his woman, Suzi seemed to push her ass back to meet his cock.
My fourth woman of the night.
Just as I was entering his wife, Suzi yelled out: “Not too deep!” She had quickly moved her body forward and almost caused the guy to fall out. Apparently he was longer than me, but no thicker. Suzi allowed him to penetrate her again when she realized that he was not going to start banging away.
A last fuck, a fun fuck between four strangers. I had not seen them before I don't think, but we both, both men were having ourselves a time with two really attractive women, and in his case, he was getting a pussy that was deliciously tight. His wife was tight too, but no one could match Suzi for tightness.
I took my time in order to make sure Suzi had her time, because quite frankly, I don't think she had at that time fucked anyone at the party. So I fucked, and I fiddled and felt the gal I was fucking. Reached under and fondled her tits, played with and caressed her nice ass, and worked that pussy. She came a couple of times before I let it go, but not until I had seen and heard my neighbor groaning into Suzu.
And to finish up this tale, this true tale with one last funny thing, Suzi got quite noisy as she usually does, and her groaning and moaning seemed to wake several people up, because suddenly in the semi-darkness it seemed like four or five couples were waking up, getting up, and heading home because they had not realized how late it had gotten.
Might sound weird, but I never actually saw the back part of that big room, since it was darkened, but there must have been mats on the floor, or extra mattresses because I didn't know where they all were coming from.
I told Suzi on the way home about the actress and the story. I was happy to hear that she had been coming my way and seen me taking the actress into the bedroom, and she had turned and gone the other way. Thank you Suzi for allowing me this memory. And Suzi is my only 'proof' that it happened, because until now I have never told this story publicly. I will allow you all to speculate on who that actress might have been.
All four of those women had been positively lovely, and in case you are wondering, that first gal I had fucked, the one whom I had attracted by squeezing her ankle, I had enjoyed the most, fast as it had been.
There was something about her....
One last thing, regardless of what you have heard about swinger parties and orgies in California. At that time, 1968 and thereabouts, I never saw any drugs at parties, not even smoking grass.
Maybe I just never came to the 'right' parties, or the wrong ones. Suzi and I, or me alone, got invited to a lot of parties and one reason I am sure I got invited was because I alway brought at least one, and often more, gals with me. Those parties were usually held in higher class homes, with people who had money or connections. There seemed to be an unwritten code. You come to a party, you are clean, you don't smoke, you don't do drugs, and you respect the wishes of your chosen partner.
And I guess I should add. And you don't name names.
Today? I don't know. Been out of that scene for a long time.
True Personal Story by EroticWriter
It would be so much like fun to exaggerate here and say I was so good that I gave her multiple orgasms, her first ever. But it didn't happen that way. She had one really good one, and then she seemed to get a little worried that someone might come in and see her.
Still, she continued to hold my ass, kiss me and shake and quiver while she felt my cock pulsing into her, delivering a thick in consistency load that had maybe two hours to build from the last woman whom had taken my seed.
The Title is true because I did meet some Wickedly Wild Wonderfully Wet Women in Westwood one night. I'll talk about four of them.
Westwood, also known as Westwood Village is a combo residential and commercial area west of Hollywood. The party I am going to describe was in that immediate area, but the women were probably from areas all around such as Beverly Hills, BelAir and the San Fernando Valley.
My current girlfriend at that time real name Suzi and I somehow ended up at a party in that area and since it is so many years ago I doubt I could even identify the street today, but the homes were pretty nice, upper middle class or better. One person at the party said he thought this house was in Belair. Maybe.
This was 1968, and me, being a nude photographer amongst other things by profession was dressed for the part. No, I was not nude, at least not out in the living room, but I was wearing the attire of the day, which was a dress jacket, unbuttoned, long hair and full beard. But I, unlike some, kept my hair clean and combed.
Suzi with the jet black hair was dressed in her usual, which means that no matter what she was wearing, everything was sticking out there, and in all the right places. Suzi was probably one of the most fun chicks I ever hung with. A Leo. Playful, adventurous, good natured, beautiful, and a set of half grapefruit shaped tits that would match anyone for firmness and shape, and they were natural.
The layout of the home was kind of neat. Come in the front door, two person bench on the left, living room straight ahead, a sunken sort of fire pit without the fire in the center and adjoining a kitchen straight ahead. Bedrooms, I didn't know how many to the right rear. Later I would discover another bedroom, much closer.
My first of four that night
So there I was, sitting on a small pillow and carpeted floor in the crowded area between the kitchen and the carpeted no fire pit thingie, talking to some other couples, when I felt something touching me in the area of my right shoulder and back.
I turned my head and looked up, and there was this great ass on a woman wearing a dress, maybe 22-24, and the back of her right leg, her calf, was against me. She was standing there talking to people standing in front of her. It was an accidental touch, her having backed up against me, of that I am sure.
But she was gorgeous. A brunette. I had seen her come in a few minutes earlier with a group of guys and gals. She was one of those rare gals whose personality, even from a distance, was obvious. Head turning left to right, taking everything and everybody in view. Long hair waving freely. Smiling broadly. Outgoing. Friendly. Desirable.
Immediately some guy at the party had hit on her before she could even come across the room. I did not watch further, figuring she was gone, at least for a while.
But she did not 'go.' Here she was, touching against me without being aware and I wanted her. So I turned around to my left, reached around my body with my right thumb and four fingers, and proceeded to wrap them around her lower right leg.
Just at that exact moment, she started to move away from me. As her leg went forward and up a little, my fingers ended up sort of coming together and squeezing her ankle and as she kept moving forward, she slipped out of my grasp. But at that moment and still moving, she turned her head and looked back and down at me, realizing that I had touched her. Our eyes locked as she looked, and then she kept going.
She was walking away with a couple of girls and guys.
Oh well, another chance muffed. Now her I could have really gone for. But I was not horny, you see. I had steady pussy, so was not worried about it. (see my unrelated story on this site called Sharing My Steady Pussy)
A few minutes later as I was talking to whoever, still sitting on the floor, a blur suddenly grabbed me. I could not tell what it was, but there was this fast moving blur down at my floor level and it was grabbing my body and head and kissing me madly. So close and moving so fast that I could not focus.
I kissed back, hoping it was a woman, and when I was finally able to focus...it was her.
That had been all it took. She had came in the door, had men hit on her all across the room, more men probably hitting on her for maybe 30 minutes, including me, sorta, and she had picked me.
I had not said a word to her beforehand. Two or three fingers on her ankle was all. 30 seconds later we were in one of those back bedrooms, and thankfully, no one came to join in, which the way I was feeling about her, would have been an interruption, big time.
I don't think we exchanged five words in those first two minutes, but we set records for getting undressed.
Fuck. What a body. Then we fucked, and it was so hot and passionate that it was like we had known one another for years but had never before fucked. And of course her body was perfect. Small all over, except for the hips and breasts, which were medium.
And her face framed by brunette hair? Absolutely flawless. That is why I had zoned in on her as soon as she entered, and she had never left my thoughts.
If you see the photo I posted of the four gals, the gal holding the pitchfork she looked like, only better.. A little younger maybe.
I was the only guy that got to her. I think it was maybe less than an hour later and she had gone with some of the group she had entered with.
As far as I was concerned, if I had ended up just sitting there and conversing the rest of the night, I would have been happy. Suzi was off somewhere, but according to her later, she was not getting laid at that particular time.
My second of four that night
And then I met this woman. She was really pretty too. Maybe 28-30. Brunette. Married I gathered by her rings. No man with her far as I could tell. Somehow, after maybe ten minutes of light banter, we ended up in one of the bedrooms, we were naked, and I was in her. Another nice body, and I was having her all to myself.
She was beginning to get pretty excited and I was, at that time, after the previous sexual bout, feeling more romantic than wildly physical.
Quiet get close time.
I wanted to sort of 'make love' to her, and she was, I thought, also in that mood but also wanting to fuck. Then she did something strange. She looked into my face and said, somewhat loudly, "I want to suck your cock."
That was out of sync with what was happening. I had already given her some foreplay, we had kissed a bunch, and I had already been inside her for maybe five minutes. So why all of a sudden, sucking cock?
I said something to her like, 'After while maybe, I'm enjoying being in you." Words to that effect.
Then about that time, a strange guy came in, or maybe he was already in the room and I had not seen him, squatted down on the bed beside our heads, (I was on top of her) and stuck out his medium roughly same size as me cock. Into her mouth it went, and she began to go wild. She was ready, right now, to take this into a three way.
This was unlike me, but for some reason at that moment, after we had started out alone and passionate, I had wanted it to be just she and me. She had given no hint in advance that she wanted an orgy. So I got up off her and said to the guy, “You can have her,' and left. She had looked shocked. They both had laid there, unmoving and unspeaking, as I had dressed.
Stupid? Probably. Like I said, that was unlike me, the guy who had started so many orgies.
I'll tell more about that woman later in this story.
But all that is not the main point of this story. The most interesting thing was about to happen.
My Third of Four
There were a lot of people in that house, and more coming all the time it seemed. Then, in she came. Yeah, another 'in she came.' She came in that front door with a guy who was shorter than her and had a tightly trimmed full beard. I noticed her immediately from across the room. He looked to be about her age, and I was able to tell right away that though they had came in together, they were not really 'together.'
That was confirmed when he sat her down on the little bench I mentioned earlier by the front door, talked to her for maybe five seconds, and then went off and left her sitting there. Yes, he went off and left her sitting by the front door, alone on that bench, and she was looking very embarrassed.
You see, she was a screen star. A big time screen star at that time in history. I will just say screen star and not narrow it down to movies or television. To protect her identity I need to do that.
I think at that point in time I was maybe the only person in the front area that had noticed her. Like I said, there was a distance between where you come in the front door and to where everyone was seated around the sunken pit and the kitchen. But I am always aware of my surroundings, and I was aware.
She was alone, readily identifiable to anyone who lived on this planet, and she was trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible. Because it was a cool fall night she was still wearing the light jacket she had worn from outside, and down below, a pair of slacks.
A pair of slacks? To an orgy? Not normal, but like I said, she had been left sitting by the front door and looked out of place.
What to do? I wanted to go over to her and make myself known, but I know people in the industry hate that. So I watched her from across the room, and over maybe ten-15 minutes a couple of guys came over to her and I saw her shake her head 'No.'
What were they asking? I am sure it was something she did not want to hear, like, “Wanna fuck?”
Finally, more to put her at ease than hit on her, I went over and without even asking, did something no one else had tried as I plopped down beside her on her right. It was a narrow bench, and our hips were almost touching. I could make or break this conversation with the next few words.
She was looking at me from across her shoulder, and she looked nervous.
“Hi! I like watching people and analyzing their thoughts and actions.”
“Really,” she asked, dubiously?
“Yes. And I saw you come in the door and it looked like you saw something you had not expected. That guy, whoever he is with the beard, maybe a producer or director, invited you to a party and did not tell you what kind of party, and now here you are and he has gone off and left you.”
She knew by my comment 'producer or director' that I had recognized her.
“You know who I am?”
“Of course, and don't worry. I am not going to 'hit' on you. I am here with a very lovely lady, and I have already been in bed with one and one-half women so I'm good to go.”
She looked puzzled, but I could also tell that she was glad for a chance to talk to someone that was not going to bug her and maybe I would keep others from bothering her.
“One-half?”
“Yes. We were busily engaged in some activities, another guy came in, she invited a part of him to join in without consulting me, so I left them to each other.”
“Oh!” And then she laughed.
I was right in my assumption about her situation. They had finished filming. On the way to giving her a ride home, he had invited her to a party. She had accepted, and then it had turned out to be an orgy, though thankfully, she said, it isn't going on in plain sight.
“No,” I replied. “All the activities are in the back bedrooms.”
We talked some more and I never mentioned sex. All the while I was thinking on what a score she would be, but I had to keep my word, you see. To further protect her identity, I won't detail her face, hair, or body. Let's just say that if she was a current hot screen property, that she had to be looking mighty fine.
“So how long do you plan to just sit here? Your friend seems to have forgotten about you.”
“I'll give him a while longer, then, I don't know.”
“Well, Suzi and I can give you a ride to wherever you need to go if it comes to that. Once you meet Suzi I am sure you would feel safe with the two of us.”
“Yeah,” she snickered. “Probably safer then with my so-called friend.”
At that time I was hoping that Suzi would spot us together and come on over, but I couldn't see her in that mostly seated crowd across the room.
Just then a cute little female, escorted by two men walked by almost right in front of us and went through a hall passage to our left that I had not really paid much attention to. I saw them open a door and go into what looked like a bedroom, and as the door closed, it did not close all the way.
“Hmm,” I said honestly, “I didn't know there was a bedroom in the front too.”
She seemed curious. “I wonder what's happening in there.”
“Well, not much yet, probably. They just went in.”
“Do you suppose one of them was her husband?”
I grinned. “Out of habit, I looked, and she was wearing rings.”
“Ooh.” She was staring at that door.
“Want to go see?”
She did not answer me for probably 20 seconds, and I did not rush her. “Since I'm here, and I've never been in a situation like this before, I'd like to see what goes on, but I don't want to be involved.”
“I understand completely. But let me ask you a question just out of curiosity. Your not wanting to be involved is because of who you are, or who you are?”
She looked puzzled for all of maybe two seconds, and then she caught on. “Both, probably. I can't do anything publicly because it would be all the scandal, but also, that's not me, the real me. I've never been free with my...with my body.”
I already had a strong hunch that she was going to go into that room with me, but I was being very careful not to push. She wanted to be protected, I could tell.
“It's probably on the dark side in there. We could go in and just watch. I'll protect you from anyone and I promise, again, not to hit on you.”
“Just watch? They wouldn't like that, I'm sure.”
“Let me tell you a little secret about some of these parties I've been too. If the door is closed tight, or maybe locked, they want privacy. But if it is left open....” I craned my head towards that hallway, hoping her eyes would follow mine. They did.
“The door is open!”
“Yes. Just a little ways, but it is open.”
“She, that girl, she went in with two guys.” And then she asked me again what had already been said. “Do you suppose one of them was her husband?”
I know, I already wrote that she asked that. But she did it twice so I am repeating it.
“Most likely. And like you, he probably wants to watch.”
That got to her, I think. I had stated flat out that she wanted to watch, and she took me up on it.
“If I go in, you'll keep anyone from bothering me? And we can keep our clothes on?”
“Absolutely. If anyone in there gets out of line or seems to be bothered, we just leave.”
After looking across the room to see if anyone was watching her, she stood up before me. Quite frankly, I was glad to stand up, because that bench was getting hard on my ass cheeks.
I looked around. "Do you have a purse?"
"I locked it in his car before we came in."
That was strange. If she had not known there is an orgy going on inside, why had she left her purse outside? But there was something else that concerned me. If she had locked her purse in the bearded guy's car, that mean that she could not leave with Suzi and I until we got hold of him and he unlocked his car.
That might be a problem, but that was something to worry about later, if things went that far.
Then there was something else I thought of. “We saw three go in, but there might be others already in there. If that is the case, do you still want to go on in?”
She gulped, I actually saw her Adam's apple move. “If they're all busy, we could just stay back, off to the side?”
I nodded.
We were in the hallway and in front of the door. “Who goes first?” She had asked and I could tell that she was excited now. I wanted to take her hand, but was unsure as to whether she would find that reassuring or threatening. So I did not reach out for her.
“We go in together. If they see us, the two of us, it is more likely that they won't mind, seeing both a man and a woman.” I hesitated and looked into her eyes. “It's probably better if we sort of pretend to be together. Stay close to me and if you feel like having your hand held or anything, go for it. I won't take it wrong.”
“Thank you.”
And in we walked together.
There were just the three, and fortunately they weren't fucking. At least not yet. That cute little gal was on her back on a bed and naked, and the two men were naked on the lower halves. I will say that her B cups were nice, and still B cups while flat on her back. Pretty sure they were real too.
One man was on his stomach eating her, and as she held the back of his head with her left hand, her right hand was holding the rigid cock of the man standing beside her head. I was glad to see that the cock in her hand was a little smaller than mine. I was not expecting to be putting my cock on display, but if I did, I would at least measure up favorably against one of the men.
The man whose cock she was holding spoke to her, and that told me who the husband was. “Are you enjoying it baby?” He looked down at the head that was between her legs and then back to her.
Her answer and the tone of her voice sounded exactly like the woman who is afraid to let her man see her enjoying someone else. “Sort of. It sort of feels good.”
“Just let yourself go baby. This is why I brought you to this party, so you could experience other men.”
Oh oh. I knew right away. We have a reluctant wife here. Her husband wants her to maybe fuck other men, and she is either uncertain as to how he might react, or maybe as to how she might react. I had seen this situation before, and more than once.
“But I don't know this man.”
Well, this was interesting. A man has his mouth over her snatch and she's saying she doesn't know him. Actually, nothing really unusual about that at a swinger party. But to her, I am sure if was exciting, embarrassing, scary, or maybe all three.
And then he said something that surprised me. Not because of what he said, but because this was her first time, apparently.
“That's why I'm going to leave you alone with him, so you can get to know one another. And while you're in here having a good time, I'll be with some other woman if I luck out, and then later at home we can talk about it.”
He looked into her face as she let go of his cock. “Is that alright with you? We discussed this in advance.”
“But I don't know this man.”
We had been and hearing that before, and I noticed, happily, that my actress was now holding my hand as we stood there like spectators at a play.
He looked at us, supposedly seeing us for the first time and then back to his wife. In the dim lighting, I don't think he recognized my partner. “They'll stay and look after you so you won't be all alone. How's that?” He looked hopefully at me and I nodded my acceptance as her eyes followed his. Yes, we would stay with her. This was getting good.
Her husband's smaller than mine cock went back into his pants, and without another word, he was gone. I noticed that as he went out, he closed the door tightly. Oh yeah, that's what I wanted too.
For the first time the guy eating happily away at her snatch raised his head to look around. He glanced at me because I was more forward and in his line of sight, and though he knew there was a woman with me, he did not turn all the way to see her face. That, was also good.
“I think she's ready. She's good and wet now.”
So far my actress friend and I had seen only the naked cheeks of his (nice) ass. Then he got up on his knees and started walking forward between the little wife's legs.
I think we all three saw it at the same time. It was not way huge, but it was very noticeably larger than the one her husband had been displaying. Though it was larger than my cock, I was happy for her. Her husband had set her up, and I am sure he had not seen the cock he was leaving behind to be fucking his wife.
I immediately looked over at my actress friend, and I heard her sigh at seeing that cock. As the guy she didn't know grew close to the wife on the bed and started to aim his cock with his hand, I took a bold step and spoke softly to my actress. “Match anything you've had?”
She shook her head silently. “Almost, but only one was almost.”
“I took a chance. “I'm in between her husband and this guy.”
She said, asked one word. “And?”
I could ruin things right now if I wasn't careful. I smiled, trying to inject humor into the situation. “Just letting you know how I would fit into the situation. It doesn't mean anything between you and I.”
“Fit into the situation! That's funny.”
This was good. It would seem that my new friend was loosening up right about the time the reluctant housewife with the big scared eyes was letting out a little groan which grew deeper as that new to her larger cock began feeling its way, slowly I might add, into her body. It would turn out that this guy she did not know, knew how to please a woman he does not know, because he was taking his time in getting to know her.
After working maybe 7 plus inches into that cute little wife while she let out little gasps and sighs, he laid his body, but maybe not all his weight since his legs were still up a ways, onto her and they started kissing even before his ass started moving. I think, about then, the little housewife was no longer thinking, 'I don't know this man.'
Motioning with my eyes, I sat down on the foot of the bed and she joined me. Now, there it was, a nicely sized cock slipping forward and back, up and down into what looked like a shiny and tight little snatch. The viewing, from this angle, was quite hot. The two small lamps beside the bed were shining light in just the right place. I looked over at the woman I was 'protecting.' Her eyes were bright, and fixed on the subject at hand.
If my actress friend wanted to see the visual, this was very...visual.
She, or they, the reluctant wife and the lucky fucker, did their job for me. It was only after maybe three minutes of fucking being watched that my actress friend had moved around and sat down again, this time on the side of the bed, close enough to the two of them to touch if she reached out. Nothing had been said, but I knew now where I needed to be.
She had gone from the visual to being closer to the young wife's face. I guess she was more into the mental.
I came to her, and still standing, reached out and began to caress her neck. She immediately leaned her body to one side which placed her head against my hip. Still, she was a public figure, and I did not know if either of the other two people in this room was aware of who she was. I still needed to 'protect' her.
Though I hated doing it, I went over and turned off one of the two lamps burning beside the bed, the one on our side. When I came back, she answered the question I did not have to ask. In seconds we were lying side by side on the mattress, close enough almost to touch the other two, but not quite.
We kissed, a slow, gentle and exploratory kiss. In the final five seconds our tongues touched. I know, I know, it was just a kiss. What makes that so special? Well, this was different. She was giving her consent to be known, very intimately, by someone who was almost a total stranger, in a public place, and she had her reputation to worry about.
Thank goodness for a closed door, but a door that was not locked, or maybe couldn't be.
I felt now that we were going to fuck, but I was wondering how much, if any, of her clothing I was going to be able to remove.
I didn't have to wait long. A minute later I was back up and standing beside the bed while she remained seated sideways to me on the mattress and I was helping her to pull off her blouse. But below she was wearing those darned slacks, which would not allow me to do any touchy feely.
But all was not lost. She spoke softly and said that she wanted to remove her slacks before the brassiere came off.
Oh yes, it would seem that she knew what turns me on. White brassiere and white panties. Much sexier than red or black in my mind. If a woman wears colors, it is like she intends for those items to be seen. But if she is wearing everyday white, and you see it, it is like you are getting a sneak peek.
What size were her tits? Remember I can't say, not a clue. But they were nice, and I was caressing them in seconds, even before the panties came off. I guess I can say that her nipples were very responsive to stimuli.
Now she was officially, my third of four that night.
And she was a nice fit too, just as I had hoped. She had said 'almost' when comparing what she had been ******* to with what we had seen on the man who was now on the little wife. 'Almost' put me in maybe that size range I hoped. She seemed to think so, because it was not long before she was matching my hips stroke for stroke with her own.
There were a lot of things I wanted to say to her, some of them romantic. But because of who she was, I didn't dare. Part of it was because two other people were inches away, but there was another, more significant reason. I am sure she had already been ******* to men who would try to take advantage, not just of her body, but maybe her pocketbook.
So I just fucked her. I did it slow and gentle like because I sensed that was the way she wanted it. Maybe she wanted it that way because the little wife lying just inches away was tending to get a little noisy as she slowly overcame her inhibitions.
Oh yes, this was probably better than everybody making noise and grabbing at one another. One couple having a real sex trip as the wife begins to awaken to really being fucked, and another couple learning and enjoying one another, and doing it quietly and now, passionately.
It would be so much like fun to exaggerate here and say I was so good that I gave her multiple orgasms, her first ever. But it didn't happen that way. My actress friend had one really good one, and then she seemed to get a little worried that someone might come in and see her.
I decided that rather than prove that I could last forever, I decided I'd best let it go.
Still, she continued to hold my ass, kiss me and shake and quiver while she felt my cock pulsing into her, delivering a thick in consistency load that had maybe two hours to build from the last woman whom had taken my seed.
Neither of us had said a word to the other couple except for my nodding to the husband of that wife that I would look after her. Now my gal wanted to go back to her bench. She did not say so out loud, but I sensed it.
Still, we had 'promised' to watch over the 'reluctant' wife, so we lingered,
Fortunately the other couple finished, and the guy kissed her long and hard, got dressed, and left her with us.
I said one line to him, "Close the door tight."
I spoke to her for the first time while she was still lying there on her back and naked. “You alright?”
Her legs had remained spread in the position her stranger had left them. My actress friend, I made sure to see, was looking, right...there.
For some reason she had not risen immediately to get dressed, which surprised me since she had seemed so reluctant in the beginning. It is possible that she was expecting, maybe hoping that one or both of us would continue what had been started by her husband.
Yes readers, I'll tell you what I saw. The brown hairs of her little cunt was looking shiny with sweat and sort of matted together. The expected cum was running out, some of it, out of a hole that still looked small, but had been opened and penetrated to new levels.
She was still lovely, and she looked to have been well fucked and put up wet. In those days there was no AIDS, and we had the pill. Fucking without a rubber was still an easy option with most women.
She smiled and looked embarrassed as she put her legs together and sat up. I smiled to myself while waiting for her reply, and I was thinking that right now that cum is dripping out onto the mattress. “I think so. It was fun, I guess.”
“How about his cock? I...” I looked over at the actress, “we could tell that it was bigger than your husband's”
There, I had put it right out there, and the little wife knew that my actress friend was also asking. The reluctant wife looked at both of us, sort of turned red in the face, stuttered for a second, and then answered, “It was...fun.” But her eyes told the story.
She had really enjoyed herself and just didn't want to admit it. I made a suggestion to her. “I could tell this is your first time, right?”
“Right.” She had pulled her legs up now until her knees were almost against her breasts, and she was wrapping both arms around her legs in a defensive pose. Shit how I wanted to fuck her, and I knew I could. But you see, I had this actress over there.
Getting with the other gal, the little wife now would have thrown away all I had accomplished in seducing the screen star. I mean...mentally.
“I suggest, since your husband left you alone, that you not give him any details of how it went in here. If he asks, and he will, just smile and tell him that it was 'fun' and leave it at that.”
She frowned. “Why?”
"Because if you tell your husband that the guy he left you with has a bigger cock than he has, and that you enjoyed it that much, it might not go down too well. He will end up jealous and start blaming you for doing this."
She looked worried. “You really think so? It was all his idea.”
“It has happened before. He might not react that way, but better safe than sorry. Just keep it to yourself. If he drills you about the cock you were being drilled with and you feel you have to give an answer, just say it was about the same as his.
Look at it this way. If your husband really wanted to know how you were doing, he should have stayed with you."
She nodded understandably, and I saw my actress friend watching me and smiling approvingly at my giving out with the advice.
Now the little housewife needed protection. “Will you walk out with me, before someone else comes in?”
“Sure.” After she had gotten dressed with the help of two smiling accomplices, we all three walked out, and after looking around the living room and not seeing her husband, she headed towards the back part of the house. I never saw her again.
One wonders” Did she catch her husband in the act? Did she join in? We'll never know.
But I do know this. When that lovely little wife left that bedroom, she had a silky pair of panties that were getting cum soaked, because I saw some of it fall into there as I helped her pull them up.
Now we were back on the bench and conversing about the world in general. I avoided talking about her appearances on the screen, and I think most of the time she was asking about my work in the nude photography field.
Our timing was perfect, I guess. It was not five minutes later when the bearded one came out from somewhere in the back, up to the bench and looked down at her. “You been sitting here the whole time?”
She nodded, and I answered for her. “I've been keeping her company and out of trouble, and she says her butt is getting tired from sitting on this bench.”
Actually she had not said that, but it made the claim that she had never left the bench sound more authentic.
He sort of shrugged and said. “Well, I'm ready to go if you are.” He looked at our actress friend and she nodded. Shit! I had been hoping that she would say that I and Suzi were taking her home, but she had this 'image' to maintain.
As she stood up, she turned to me because I had risen too. “Thank you,” she said, “for everything.” Her eyes told it all.
Readers, does that sound like the classic parting line...Thank you, for everything? Well, that is exactly what happened. I don't remember all we said to one another, but I do remember that.
She was gone, and to this day so many years later I have wondered. 'If I was to walk up to her now, with all those years behind me, and the long hair and most of the beard gone, would she recognize me? Probably not. But what if I was to say to her, 'Remember when I plopped down onto a bench beside you at a party?' What then? I guess I will never know, but she's still out there.
I apologize for not putting a name on her and having to refer to her as 'she' or my 'actress friend' but that's the way it is.
Now back to Women number two.
A few minutes later I was roaming around, wondering where Suzi is, and I was called over by a couple sitting on little bar stools at a mini bar. No one else was in the immediate area. It was the gal I had left to fuck some other guy, and apparently the guy now with her was her husband.
She must have told him how I had been fucking her and then had just got off, up and out. He looked concerned, like I maybe had decided that his wife was not a good fuck or something. He said something, I don't remember exactly, but it was like: “She's really quite good you know.”
I looked into her face. She was just sitting there beside him, being very quiet, and I think, looking sad.
Apparently, I gathered, her feelings had been hurt. I tried to sooth it over, her mainly. “Don't worry about it. I was just feeling like one on one, and when it changed, I figured that someone else could probably take my place. She, your wife, is very attractive. It had nothing to do with her herself.”
That seemed to soothe him a little, but her face looked like she had been disappointed at not getting to finish with me. That, my dear readers, was good for the ego. Know what I mean?
Should I have asked her to go into a bedroom with me? No. It might have given her the chance, in front of her husband to say something like...”Hell no.” But alone, I think I could have had her again.
I didn't think about it till later, another day. That guy whom I had talked to at the bar, might, probably was the same guy who had came into that bedroom and stuck his cock in her mouth. I had not really looked at his face, but had gotten a good, closeup look at his cock.
I think that they must have had it arranged, that she would start with a man, and then he could join in. That's why she wanted to stop fucking and suck my cock, was so that her husband, if he had just came in, could see what I was giving her.
If I had known at the time, or in advance, that they wanted a threesome of maybe just the two of us fuck while he watches, I might have stayed with and in her. They, or she should have said something, at the time. Just a physical matchup, no mental it would have turned into. But it's all history now.
One more thing happened that night, that night that became almost all night. Suzi and I had reunited, and we somehow ended up in the back room which I had thought was a bedroom but was more open, like an entrance to the swimming pool or something. I never saw the room with the lights on, so I don't really remember much about the room.
But people were dozing in the darkened room after sex, maybe sleeping soundly. I put Suzi on a bed near a window doggy style because she seemed to be horny, and while fucking her slowly and looking down at the way my cock was tugging at her always tight snatch, a couple came up beside me and started watching.
He was on my right, and his wife, if that is who she was, was on his right. He was looking directly down at my cock and how it was tugging at Suzi's lips. “Want some,” I asked?
He nodded eagerly. But I was not going to give it away because he had his woman right there. “Put your wife on the bed beside her, “ I said, pointing down at Suzi.
Apparently they were both willing because she removed her clothes and got on the bed doggy style beside Suzi. Suzi either did not realize what was happening or was into it, because as I moved out of her and stepped in front of the man to enter his woman, Suzi seemed to push her ass back to meet his cock.
My fourth woman of the night.
Just as I was entering his wife, Suzi yelled out: “Not too deep!” She had quickly moved her body forward and almost caused the guy to fall out. Apparently he was longer than me, but no thicker. Suzi allowed him to penetrate her again when she realized that he was not going to start banging away.
A last fuck, a fun fuck between four strangers. I had not seen them before I don't think, but we both, both men were having ourselves a time with two really attractive women, and in his case, he was getting a pussy that was deliciously tight. His wife was tight too, but no one could match Suzi for tightness.
I took my time in order to make sure Suzi had her time, because quite frankly, I don't think she had at that time fucked anyone at the party. So I fucked, and I fiddled and felt the gal I was fucking. Reached under and fondled her tits, played with and caressed her nice ass, and worked that pussy. She came a couple of times before I let it go, but not until I had seen and heard my neighbor groaning into Suzu.
And to finish up this tale, this true tale with one last funny thing, Suzi got quite noisy as she usually does, and her groaning and moaning seemed to wake several people up, because suddenly in the semi-darkness it seemed like four or five couples were waking up, getting up, and heading home because they had not realized how late it had gotten.
Might sound weird, but I never actually saw the back part of that big room, since it was darkened, but there must have been mats on the floor, or extra mattresses because I didn't know where they all were coming from.
I told Suzi on the way home about the actress and the story. I was happy to hear that she had been coming my way and seen me taking the actress into the bedroom, and she had turned and gone the other way. Thank you Suzi for allowing me this memory. And Suzi is my only 'proof' that it happened, because until now I have never told this story publicly. I will allow you all to speculate on who that actress might have been.
All four of those women had been positively lovely, and in case you are wondering, that first gal I had fucked, the one whom I had attracted by squeezing her ankle, I had enjoyed the most, fast as it had been.
There was something about her....
One last thing, regardless of what you have heard about swinger parties and orgies in California. At that time, 1968 and thereabouts, I never saw any drugs at parties, not even smoking grass.
Maybe I just never came to the 'right' parties, or the wrong ones. Suzi and I, or me alone, got invited to a lot of parties and one reason I am sure I got invited was because I alway brought at least one, and often more, gals with me. Those parties were usually held in higher class homes, with people who had money or connections. There seemed to be an unwritten code. You come to a party, you are clean, you don't smoke, you don't do drugs, and you respect the wishes of your chosen partner.
And I guess I should add. And you don't name names.
Today? I don't know. Been out of that scene for a long time.
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