A Side Order Of Sex for the Hot Wife by Max Edelman

Author:Max Edelman [Edelman, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Max Edelman
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

It was "Marrieds* night" at the orgy and a swapping good night it was. For once Vivi decided to accompany me (although she claimed that it was I who refused to be with her during the last half of the tour), along with the black couple, Lester and Billie Phillips, and the couple from the Midwest, Hiram and Hannah Smith. The Buschells and Gros-sells said they were too tired: the tour had exhausted them. However Vivi told me that Myron Buschell told her that they had planned a private swap of their own back at the hotel.

Frankly I was surprised that the Phillips and the Smiths agreed to come. Both couples had kept pretty much to themselves on the trip, and often we discovered that they had "gotten lost"-always at night. In the morning they'd show up at breakfast looking pretty haggard, but when we asked them where they had gotten to they always changed the subject. At one time it crossed my mind that the four of them were going out together, but I dismissed that fairly fast. It never worked point for point.

Anyway we arrived pretty late and the orgy was in full swing. If you've ever come in to anything-a party, for example-in the middle of things it can be pretty off-putting. Especially at an orgy. In New York there's always someone there to answer the door, take your coat, and give you a drink or a joint. The whole thing is really self-conscious and you always want to leave the moment you walk in. But you don't. Sometimes things turn out all right but a lot of the time they don't. Too many people get drunk or stoned. Too many people try to outdo each other. Too many people, period.

In Rome you just walk in ... and you take it from there. There's an air of wholesome decadance about orgies in Europe, especially in Rome. It's their tradition. In New York the whole thing stinks of Wonder Bread and new furniture.

Vivi at times can be pretty hung up on etiquette and tonight she was chewing my ear off about introducing ourselves to our host and hostess. Compliments of Ennio and Anna. And so on. I finally talked her out of it. They knew we were coming, and anyway -how could they miss us. We reeked "Ameri- can.

The house was off the Via Veneto and needless to say we couldn't find it (at the last minute we decided to walk there). When we finally did we couldn't find them-the people. The house was gigantic: it must have had at least 26 rooms. We finally decided to strip down in one of the bedrooms and make a more logical search. After what seemed like hours (pleasant hours at that: I had my eyes on

Billie's beautiful black flesh) we discovered they were in what we call the basement. Only it was an underground cavern, akin to those underground passageways that run under the Vatican. The passageways were lit by lamps and the walls were whitewashed.

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