John Biggs - Naked with her dog

Janey swung against Maureen as the car moved quickly to its left. She put her hand on Maureen's thigh to steady herself and for a while they held hands in the dark.

"These people are very interesting and give excellent parties," said Mike.

"Good," said Janey. "I haven't been to a good party in a long time."

"This will be a swinging affair," said Maureen.

"I know a couple of the people that'll be there, and they're wild!"

"Oooh," said Mike with a short wave of his hand and a genteel movement that was meant to signify a rolling of his eyes, "anything goes at this place. Anything! There are many rooms and many things going on. But you don't necessarily have to join in and do any of them. You can get crazy, you can dance, you can say anything, or you can find a place to sit by yourself or even rest all night. They even have a healed swimming pool."

"Sounds like a palace," said Janey with an excited flush in her face.

"It is," said Mike. "It's a pleasure palace."

They spoke well together like they were all three old friends, and the ride did not take very long. Within a few miles they were pulling into the curb among a whole wilderness of other legally arranged automobiles. They got out and waited while Mike locked the car door.

"I wonder if I should leave my purse in the glove compartment," wondered Janey out loud.

"No," said Maureen. "What if we should get separated long about one or two o'clock and you want to go home with somebody else or something?"

Mike said. "Mary always has a small guest room for coats and valuables. She keeps the door locked and wears the key on a gold chain around her neck."

They walked up to the front door, their heels clicking on the pavement, their voices excitedly babbling with anticipation.

They rang the door bell of a huge home. From afar they heard the muffled noise of a large gathering. Suddenly the door swung open and they were hit with a blast of talking, shouting, shrieks and laughs, and the hostess, Janey immediately gathered, was standing in front of them with a big welcoming smile. She was a somewhat older lady, ample of flesh, and very expensively dressed. She said hello to Mike and gazed excitedly at the faces and the breasts of the two young women he had with him.

"Mary, this is Maureen, and this is her friend, Janey."

They exchanged pleasantries with the lady, taking her hand in turn, entering the big warm house and letting her close the door behind them.

The hall was carpeted, had a very high ceiling, and led into numerous other rooms from which came the sounds of merrymaking at high volume.

"Come in here now," said Mary, unlocking a door just to their right. She threw the bolt, twisted the knob, and threw the door back, holding it open as the three of them brushed by her in turn. "Find a good place for those things you most care not to lose," said Mary. "And don't forget where you put them! I hate having people lose things of value even though I know everyone here or know somebody who can vouch for them, there have been things lost and it makes a very unpleasant effect on a party when someone discovers a loss, even if it's not a theft."

They did so and filed back out of the room. She locked the door behind them and dropped the key back down between her breasts.

"Now," she said, grabbing Janey by the arm, "I want you to meet the guests."

Janey smiled and led the way with Mary. Mike and Maureen were right behind them. They walked straight down the hall, leisurely and curiously. They glanced into each room, waved and said hello to strangers, smiled at the funny games they were playing, old party games and kids games with an adult twist, passed one room where a beautiful girl, covered with sweat, was doing a fast nude dance on top of a table while people watched, shouted above the music, or drummed the edge of the table with their hands.

At the end of the hall, they veered left into a kitchen full of hors d'oeuvre tables and cocktail food. "Here are the drinks," said Mary. "Take whatever you like, whenever you, want it. You have only to ask." They nodded hello to the uniformed bartenders.

Finally they emerged in the back of the house and found themselves suddenly in a dark area surrounding a large pool where people frolicked with lots of laughter and splashing.

"The water is heated," explained Mary. "You may also feel free to leave your clothes on one of the chairs or tables around the sides if you care to swim or ask me if you can find me to lock your clothes in the room where you left your belongings. There are also some bathing suits in the lockers at the end of the pool apron if you feel that you need them. But most of us don't bother to wear them while we swim here. I personally think they just get in the way."

"Crazy," said Mike.

The three of them wandered slowly back toward the back door of the house.

"Now there are lots of things to do and lots of new friends to make," said Mary. "Remember there are three floors in my house and you are free to walk anywhere that's not locked. If you need anything, just holler." She disappeared into the crowd.

The three of them stood in a tight circle for a few moments feeling their way into things. There were lots of nude people walking around and sounds of moaning from a dark corner at the far end of the pool, perhaps closer… Mike was visibly getting excited. Janey felt a pounding in her blood, too.

A tall nude redhead with striking dark nippled boobs and a widespread growth of curly pubic hair passed by them wearing heels and recognised Mike. "Hello, darling," she said delightedly, putting her hand on his ass instead of his arm for back, and he smiled at her, too, as they exchanged pleasantries.

Janey and Maureen looked at each other quizzically. The burst of surprise, and perhaps jealousy, passed quickly, though. Everything seemed too free to get hung-up on, at least for now.

The other woman kissed Mike goodbye and walked into the house. All three of them watched her move away — she had a great ass and fine legs.

They grinned together with flushed faces. "This is a bit beyond," muttered Janey.

"Beyond what?" asked Maureen.

"Beyond my expectations."

"Make you glad or what?" asked Mike.

"Well, I'm not sure!" she laughed in reply. "But I think it's good. Take me a little while to get that loose, however," she concluded, jerking her head in the direction of the friend of Mike's had taken.

"Oh, she's nice," said Mike, going on then to explain.

They made their way slowly to the kitchen, having to squeeze past knots of people in the corridors, often congested in tete-a-tetes of people fully dressed talking to people fully undressed. It struck Janey as ludicrous at times — mainly when it was a nude man talking to a dressed woman — but she liked to look at the men, gauge what they might be like, physically.

She and Maureen and Mike had cocktails mixed for them by the bartenders. They stood around sipping and talking and gradually got into conversation with other people, especially as the crowd grew larger and larger until, as the clock down the hall chimed nine, the whole floor seemed to be buzzing with excited social drinkers looking for a partner.

Mike was talking to a tall busty blonde in a white dress that was cut low and exposed most of her uplifted breasts. There was so much noise, Janey never did catch a single word they said to each other, but she saw when Mike put his hand on her cleavage, left it there and even stroked her tits openly for a good long minute. Maureen was also talking to the tall blonde. The three of them became a very tight animated group Janey noticed how Maureen and the other woman shook hands and looked at each other when Mike introduced them. They were all red-faced from drinking, the heat, the crowd, and the obviously sexual excitement they inspired in each other. It appeared that the three of them were about to retire somewhere else. Janey made a "see you later" signal at Maureen and, watched them move away, the tall blonde's ass rolling alluringly inside her dress. Mike's hand patting and stroking it just before they got sucked into the crowd in the hallway.