Rob and I were attending another swinger's party. This one was in a fantastic apartment overlooking Bondi beach, probably Sydney's, and Australia's for that matter, most famous beach. The apartment belonged to friends of Alan & Anne, a New Zealand couple we'd met the summer before at a nudist retreat, and had stayed swinging friends with.
The owners, Donna and Terry, didn't live full time in Australia, they had business interests in Asia and New Zealand as well, and spent their time equally among the three countries. They had homes in all three locations and they managed to organise frequent swinger's parties in all of them.
We were told it was a semi formal dress evening but still a gathering of swinging couples. I was dressed in a blac, halter neck, figure hugging, ankle length evening dress my husband had bought me a few weeks previously. The dress accentuated my 38D boobs and moulded nicely around my butt, which I think is my best feature. It was scooped low at the back, finishing just above my bum, and the front had a large gold zipper that ran from the top of the dress and stopped midway between my navel and pussy. I had the zipper demurely opened so you could just get a glimpse of a reasonable amount of cleavage, but not too much.
I wasn't wearing any underwear.
I had prepped properly for this party, waxing, shaving pussy etc. sexy make-up, sexy perfume, fuck me stilettos, and had even had my husband give me an enema, just in case I was lucky enough to have my arse fucked.
I love anal sex, it gives me the best orgasms!
Terry greeted us at the door and immediately made us feel welcome. He had a natural warmth that seemed to radiate from his welcoming smile.
"You must be Catherine and Rob. Alan said I'd recognise you immediately because Catherine, in his words, "was drop dead gorgeous". He wasn't exaggerating at all."
Blushing, and I don't do that easily, I was rescued by my husband who said;
"I'd hate to think what he said about me," Rob grinned.
"Alan didn't say anything, but Anne can't wait to see you again," Terry answered with a knowing smirk.
Terry introduced us to Donna. She was Eurasian, about 5'6" and one of the most strikingly beautiful women I've ever met!
Looking at her and trying to guess her age I would have said she was late thirties maybe very early forties (I later found out she was forty nine!)
Dressed in a figure hugging gold silk gown, it was blatantly obvious she also wasn't wearing underwear, it accentuated her pert breasts, slim waist, flat stomach, shapely backside and long legs. This was all rounded off by an exquisite oval face, Asian shaped eyes and shoulder length long black hair.
Rob was visibly drooling!
Donna graciously showed us around, pointedly showing us the locks on the bedroom doors.
"Sometimes," she spoke so softly, "people don't wish to be disturbed if the action is so good, so you can lock the doors, but the locks work on a timer and they will automatically unlock after one hour and then you can't lock them again for another fifteen minutes. It does prevent unwanted intrusions or overuse, but you can unlock them from the inside of course," she smiled.
She also pointed out there were condoms, lubricants and tissues in every bedside cabinet.
The apartment was spacious and lavish and it occupied the entire sixth floor, one below the penthouse. There were six large bedrooms, each with double king sized beds, they were huge, and with its own full size ensuite bathroom. Back in the main living area was a huge open plan living/entertaining area which in turn opened out, through wonderful fold back glass doors, onto an enormous patio overlooking the famous beach and ocean. At one end of the patio was a massive spa, which I imagine would hold at least twenty people. There were already three or four naked couples enjoying each others company intimately.
I couldn't imagine the value of the apartment but it would be well into the many millions of dollars.
There was lovely mix of people, probably about 14 or 15 couples, ranging in ages from early twenties to oldies, like Rob and me, in their forties.
We made our way to the bar and Donna introduced us to couples on the way.
Once we had our drinks we looked around for Anne & Alan but they were nowhere to be seen, we didn't investigate the bedrooms looking for them.
We wandered out to the patio and gazed at the ocean below.
Rob and I were soon joined by two other couples who introduced themselves as Tony & Angela and Steve & Sarah. I would guess they were all a decade younger than Rob and me.
Angela looked to be perhaps late twenties or early thirties, very slim build, not tall but the absurdly high platform high heel shoes she was wearing made her look taller. She was well tanned, short dark hair and was wearing the essential little black dress, with the emphasis on little. It was cut low at the front displaying a generous amount of her chest, which whilst she wasn't a busty woman, she certainly displayed nice shaped, firm breasts. She was blessed with shapely legs, accentuated by the absurd shoes, and the dress was as short as it was low cut, it finished just below her bum. I was sure if she leaned slightly forward you would see all you wanted to see!
I wouldn't have called the way was dressed semi formal, more "tarty".
Oh, now I'm being catty!
Tony was mid to late thirties, average height, muscular build and also very well tanned. He had short cropped black hair, a sort of chiselled, handsome face and a very disarming smile.
Mr Personality, and he was pouring it onto me!
Sarah & Steve were the blondes, both tanned and looked like the couple you'd see on any Sydney beach, or any beach for that matter. Sarah was the opposite of Angela, tall, very busty, I'd guess 40DD chest, slim waist, full flared hips and long tanned legs. She was wearing a yellow halter neck dress of some soft shiny material, fitted to the waist which accentuated her large boobs, then it flared out over her generous hips and stopped about mid thigh.
This also wasn't a dress I would describe as semi formal, more slutty.
Meoow!
Steve was tall as well, blonde, tanned, handsome and he new it!
While we were chatting, which was mostly about swinging, feeling each other out, a guy came up behind Sarah and playfully patted her on the bum. She turned to him and he whispered something to her, she nodded, turned to us and said "See you guys a bit later," and walked off, hand in hand, with the stranger.
"That's Noel," Steve said to nobody in particular, "Sarah's fucked him before, said he was good too."
I glanced across at Angela just as she surreptitiously took Rob's hand and drew it up under her short dress. I watched Rob's face for a reaction and got one almost immediately. He slowly and discretely withdrew his hand from under her dress, a knowing smirk on his face. He winked at me and wandered off with his hand on the arse of the tart, who was teetering in her absurd shoes, knowing he was going to get his rocks off.
That left me with the two guys, Tony & Steve, and I must admit to enjoying the attention.
"So Catherine," it was Tony addressing me, "is that gold zipper fixed at that open level?"
"No, no, it unzips all the way down past my navel."
"What would happen if I unzipped it all the way down," Tony asked.
"My tits would fall out."
"I'd like to see that, wouldn't you Steve?"
Steve nodded so vigorously I was afraid he'd suffer whiplash!
I glanced around the balcony and into the entertaining/lounge area. I needn't have worried about showing my breasts, there naked and half naked people everywhere.
"So may I unzip?" Tony persisted.
