Chapter 3: Orgy Scene

I awoke after a restful sleep to find I was alone in bed. I was naked and had no idea where I’d left my clothes other than near the pool somewhere the night before. Despite my obvious lack, I freshened up in the bathroom and then strolled across the house to the kitchen where I heard Wes on the telephone.

I needn’t have felt out of place; Wes was also naked. I did see neat piles of the clothes each of us wore on the sideboard in the dining room. Wes had apparently gathered everything together, and taken care of it. Despite having located my things, I still didn’t dress.

I paid enough attention to Wes’ conversation to comprehend that he was arranging actors for a video shoot that afternoon and the next day, Sunday. From what I heard, Kurt would be back, Carlos would not, and several new men might show up as well. Eventually he ended the calls.

He smiled at me, “I was just setting us up for this afternoon and tomorrow. All done. Can I fix you some breakfast?”

I nodded and sat on one of the high stools at the raised kitchen counter. I watched Wes work in the kitchen, and he seemed to know where everything was. I also noticed the refrigerator was well stocked with food and beverages.

I said to Wes, “This is your home, isn’t it?”

He twirled around from the range where he was cooking bacon. “Errr, ... yeah, but I don’t advertise it to the crew or other actors. I don’t want them to think that I live this high on the hog. I inherited the place anyway, although I could have bought it. My aunt was a pretty notable actress in the legitimate side of the movie industry.

“Big place for a single guy.”

“I was married, but the ex didn’t take kindly to my penchant for making adult films and I didn’t care for the guy she’d taken as a lover. She left about five years ago. Fortunately, we had a pre-nup that she violated, so she didn’t get much. Nobody’s come along to take her place, although your friend Emmy gets to me in many ways.”

“Why don’t you date her?”

Wes thought. “I guess I could, but it would screw up our working relationship.”

“Bullshit. Ask her out. I know she likes you a lot; she told me. You don’t have to marry her, just see what unfolds. She loves working for you. I take it you don’t mind that she fucks other people? Further, you camera people are married and they do fine in all that’s going on, even our little swap-around last night.”

“I don’t mind that she sees other people and even fucks them; that’s not a problem for me if I like them and don’t think they’re taking advantage of her. I care about her, and I just want to see her happy. If she likes what she’s doing – making the videos, fucking around – then so much the better for her. I get a little of her around the edge of our videos, like last night, plus it’s not like I wasn’t bouncing from pussy-to-pussy last night either. I like the variety and I think Em does.”

Em’s voice resonated from the living room as she walked into the kitchen area as naked as the two of us were, “I like what?”

I said, “The variety of fucking different guys.” I hoped Wes wasn’t embarrassed by the direction of the conversation.

Em smiled, “I usually do, but I have to like the guys I’m working with. I’ve had some sleaze balls. I’ve told Wes; he knows.”

Wes added, “Yeah, I know you don’t like Tony or Bart, so I’ve stopped working with them. I didn’t care for them that much either.” She paused and added, “I want my stars to be happy.”

“Thanks, and I’ll always try to do a super bang-up job for you.” Em slid up beside Wes and gave him a smoldering morning kiss. I could tell he liked her breasts and erect nipples rubbing against his chest by the way he looked down to see what excited him so. He brought his thumbs up to her nipples and stroked gently. He eventually sighed and went back to cooking.

Wes laid aside the bacon strips he’d been cooking on a plate covered with a paper towel. He turned to the two of us, “Scrambled eggs okay?”

We both nodded, and he started to whip up a half-dozen eggs in a bowl. He nodded at me, “The silverware is in the first drawer there; napkins are on the counter at the end.”

I set up the three of us to eat at the kitchen bar, putting myself at one end. That would make sure that Em and Wes sat side by side.

After we sat down and took a few mouthfuls, Wes said to Em, “Sheila was talking to me about dating you. What would you think about that?”

Em blushed and shyly said, “I’d feel that would be very nice. What do you think about it?”

Wes blushed; “I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t interested in you. I am.”

Em pointed down at her bare pussy and teased, “You just want to get into my knickers.”

Wes laughed, “You’re not wearing knickers, and I’ve already gotten into your cute little pussy and I liked it – a lot. I want to get in there again today, maybe appearing in my own film. But the real reason is because I like your company and the way you think. I like that you appreciate art and music, and ... well many things ... plus the fact that you are one of the hottest little fucks in the porn industry.” He snickered devilishly.

Em bowed to him, “Why thank you kind sir. I accept your complements, and I do hope you sink you shaft into me later.” She reached over and carefully moved the napkin in Wes’ lap so she could wrap her hand around his semi-inflated cock and stroke it a few times. His eyes got large as he watched her.

Wes said, “Emmy, I’m older and I’ve been married. I’ve sort of avoided the dating game because I think it’s lame, at least a lot of it is. My idea of dating is to hang out together most of the time, and that’s really what I’m asking. I want you to hang out with me, and see where we end up. I figure we can always go back to this, or just not see each other again, or, hopefully and on the other hand, something really beautiful might emerge.”

Em got serious, “My God, you’re going all romantic on me. I’m on board all the way.” She leaned her head on Wes’ shoulder and he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

Wes continued, “I know you a lot already. Over the past couple of years, we’ve spent a lot of time together, although most of it has revolved around the videos, we’ve had time to talk about other stuff. I hope you feel you know me, and that I’m genuine and not pretending to be something I’m not.”

“I do. You’re the nicest guy I know. I’ve always liked you a great deal.”

“I’m kind of hoping you’d move in with me. That’s what I mean by ‘hang-out with me’.”

Em jerked away from Wes totally shocked at his statement. She glanced at me, and the look of disbelief on her face clearly showed. “What’d you say to him?” She whirled back to Wes, “Are you serious or are you teasing me?” She did sound hopeful.

I laughed, “I just encouraged him to follow his heart, although I didn’t quite use those words.”

Em turned back to Wes, and studied him.

Wes said, “I am absolutely serious, and I am not teasing you about this relationship. I want you in my life and close by.” His tone conveyed hope of a positive answer from her.

Em shuddered and blushed, “Then you’ve got yourself a new live-in girlfriend. Where do you live?”

“Here.”

“HERE?” Em’s voice rose an octave.

I teased to no one in particular, “There’s an echo in ‘here.’”

Wes leaned over and very tenderly kissed Emmy. “I don’t advertise where I live. I know the drive will be a little longer for you to get to work at the museum, but I hope that’s all right. Maybe I can find some way to make it up to you – like maybe you take over one of my cars.”

“Oh, it’s fine. It is. I mean ... this is all so sudden ... I ... I ... Oh, God, I’m gonna cry.” Em was waving her hand around fanning her face and at the house, at Wes, and at me in a nervous gesture. When I looked at her face I could see her eyes were all teary. Her mouth was all puffy and she kept licking her lips.

Em nestled her head into Wes’ chest and he wrapped both his arms around her. They just stayed like that for a long time, and I knew that there were all sorts of really subtle non-verbal communications going on between them. When they pulled apart the two of them kissed.

I was glad I pushed Wes, although I think he must have been ready to do something with Em anyway. I felt love in the air.

Jon and Ann appeared from the bedroom wing of the house, and about five minutes later Ted arrived. We were all naked, and laughed that we’d abandoned our clothes so easily the night before, and now in the light of day we each seemed a little embarrassed, at least initially, that we had nothing to wear.

Neither Wes nor Em said anything about their sudden new status as a couple, but I could tell they were both happier and bubbly about what had just happened. There was a lot of gratuitous touching of one another throughout the day. Emmy couldn’t stop smiling at Wes, or paying rapt attention to anything he said even if it wasn’t to her.

After breakfast we cleaned up and put away things until the kitchen was spotless. I was sure that Ted, Jon, and Ann thought we were being good tenants.

Wes got us all robes so we’d have some sense of modesty when the others in the crew and cast for the day’s videos arrived. As more and more people came in, Wes described his plans for the day to the ‘actors’ who would participate in the orgy he planned to shoot in his living room.

Wes teased Ann, “Do you want to play cameraman or do you want to be in the film? You could try to do both. I plan on being in it.”

Ann broke into a big grin, “Could I really be in the film? I’ve never done that, and I’d love to. Jerry, the guy who sets up the lights can use my camera. I’ve already coached him on it for when we wanted a third camera in some situation.” I thought about how Jerry had just lost an opportunity to be on the male side of the cast.

Wes introduced Em and me to the other actors. Kurt we already knew from the day before. Pam Caranova looked like a stacked slut extraordinaire, but was really a soft and kind woman about twenty-six who worked as a paralegal in one of the city’s top law firms. She’d just dressed slutty for the weekend photo shoot. Hunk number two was Mike Gottinger, a twenty-nine-year-old contractor who obviously worked out in a gym for a couple of hours every day; even his muscles had muscles, and he had a beautiful California tan.

Hunk number three was Bob Bernhart, a stock manager for the local warehouse of Amazon. He was older, maybe forty, had a few gray hairs that gave him a distinguished look, and seemed unusually shy with everyone.

Hunk number four was Danny Fox, a red head with more freckles per square inch than anyone I’d ever seen. He was really an eager beaver and wanted to please; I liked him immediately. Danny quickly let it be known that he was of Irish descent (duh!), and when he learned I was from the Boston area he told me about a bevy of relatives there.

Besides Wes, Kurt, Mike, Bob, and Danny, there were also John, Billy, Leroy, Cal, and Kevin. That made ten guys and four girls for the orgy shoot. The girls would be Em, Ann, Pam, and me.

Wes sat with everyone and outlined the scenes we’d be shooting. I was pleased when he collected the health certificates from each of the new players, and I felt sort of bad that I didn’t have one to give him, but I did know I was clean and he accepted my assurance on faith. At home, since we played a great deal with others in our swinging, we routinely got health checks.

The cast talked together about their acting experience, their experience in porn movies, and anything we really liked or didn’t like in terms of sex. I was the least experienced actor, had only done the porn scenes the day before, and I couldn’t think of anything I didn’t like in sex except pain and permanent marking of my body. By the time everyone talked and related their experiences, I was so horny all I wanted to do was start fucking someone.

As we started to film, Wes and Em acted like a host and hostess for a casual party at the big house, thus there were a series of shots of the rest of us getting out of cars and ringing the doorbell, Em answering it, and all of us coming in with beer and wine, and lots of hugs and kisses as many people would do at the start of any party among friends. He and Em really looked like a proper couple in that scene. I think they were each getting off on the pretending to be a couple.

Next, we shot quite a few scenes with us sitting around in the living room talking and obviously flirting with one another. There was emphasis that the women were not sitting with the supposed husbands or boyfriends, and that there’d been lots of trading around with conversation partners.

Kurt and I had become a ‘couple’ as far as the film was concerned, as did Ann and Danny, Pam and Bob, but Wes stayed with Emmy. The other men without a female companion were everyone’s friends, even sitting close to the girls on the other side from their ‘dates.’ The scenes all displayed the casual air we felt about each other and about life. I did note how the lighting would contribute to the videos. Also, the dialogue and the way he had us acting indicated deep and caring friendships.