They Hired Me as a DJ and the Party Ended in an Orgy
The house hung over the cliffs of the Costa Brava, in a gated development where each plot cost what I wasn’t going to earn in ten years spinning records. The entire ground floor opened onto a garden that looked straight out over the Mediterranean, and the sun was sinking slowly over the water while the waiters finished setting everything up. There were different areas spread across the lawn: tall tables by the bar, low sofas facing the sunset, loungers around the pool, and poufs scattered here and there. My corner was near the bar, with an open space in front so people could dance.
I’d spent years DJing weddings and corporate events, but it was the first time I’d been called to a private party in a villa like that. It wasn’t my scene and it showed. What shocked me most was the requirement to leave your phone at the entrance, in a little basket with each guest’s name on it. It made sense, I thought: there was probably some famous face in attendance, and where there’s that much money there are usually substances involved. These people want to have fun like anyone else, just with the peace of mind of not ending up viral the next day.
A guy introduced himself as Rubén, the event coordinator, and greeted me. He asked me for my phone with a friendly smile and walked me over to my little stage.
—The setup’s already done. Just enjoy yourself —he said, and left.
The sound system was insane, the best I’d ever worked with. I plugged in my controllers, tested a couple of transitions, and started mixing.
The party got going like any other, with the guests arriving little by little. You could tell a lot of them were old friends by the way they greeted each other and slipped into conversation so easily. Newcomers were welcomed warmly and quickly folded into the little groups that formed. People moved freely between the different corners of the garden while a legion of waiters handed out fancy canapés and all kinds of drinks. The sun was already touching the horizon and the energy kept rising. I warmed up the set: from a relaxed terrace vibe to something more danceable, and from there to the big tracks that fill the floor.
By the time night fell, people were going all out. Many were dancing, some on top of the tables, and a few couples were kissing with no shame at all. I started noticing more and more people getting less and less dressed, groping each other. In the distance I thought I saw a woman giving someone a blowjob, and nobody around her seemed scandalized. I looked more closely and understood: people were fucking openly, without hiding. That’s when it clicked about the phones. It was an orgy.
I tried to stay professional, not look up too much, but it was impossible not to want to watch. What turned me on most wasn’t the sex itself, but the fact that these weren’t actors or hired people. They were ordinary people, most of them over fifty, couples who had arrived together and were now swapping partners with total naturalness. Normal bodies, nothing like a magazine cover, but there was the occasional older woman who was seriously hot. Seeing them all like that got me hornier than any video I’d ever seen in my life.
***
On one of the sofas, two married couples were fondling each other, all four of them at once. First each pair kissed, then the two women kissed each other while the men watched, and then the men while the women looked on. One of them slid a hand down the other’s pants and stroked him through the fabric until he unbuttoned them and pulled it out. The two women knelt in front and started sucking them; from where I stood I could see their heads going up and down almost in unison, stopping now and then to kiss. They took off their dresses, bared their breasts, and caressed each other while their husbands lounged back to watch the show.
The scenes were spread all across the party. The whole garden had turned into a no-rules swinging club, although there were still people fully dressed, drinking and chatting as if none of it had anything to do with them. At a high table there was a completely naked woman, in her fifties, sitting with her legs open while a couple ate her pussy. The man and woman took turns, and every so often one of them would lean up to kiss her on the mouth.
On a lounger by the pool, a couple was fucking with her on top, riding him slowly. Next to them, another woman was sitting on a guy’s face and kissing the one riding the first man. Around them, a couple of men were jerking off while watching, and one of the women reached over to help one of them without stopping her moans. The one getting helped came in a few minutes later and wandered over to the bar for a gin and tonic, still half hard. There he greeted a naked friend sitting on a stool: shook his hand, slapped his shoulder, and, just as casually, gave him a quick fondle. They carried on talking as if they were dressed in any old bar.
In another area, one man was fucking another while the second, bent over and standing up, was giving a blowjob to a third. Farther away, two women in panties were kissing breasts, entranced by each other’s curves, and beside them two others were scissorsing between laughs. It was hard to keep up with everything going on.
At the bar there was still a group of men fully dressed, chatting away. They looked around leisurely, in no rush to join in. A woman came over from inside the house, kissed one of them —her husband, I assumed— bent down, and started blowing him right there in the middle of the group. The others kept talking as if it were the most normal thing in the world, until she, one by one, started unbuttoning them all. They formed a circle, five men, and she sampled every one of them: sometimes focusing on one, sometimes handling three at once, two with her hands and another with her mouth.
The husband took a sip from his glass and bent down with her. He pulled her dress down to her waist, kissed her, and together they started eating the same erection, each from one side, perfectly in sync. Whenever they came up they kissed and passed it back and forth. They kept that up for quite a while, servicing the four remaining men with two mouths. They looked happy sharing, and between turns they kissed fiercely. When one of them said he was about to come, the couple threw themselves on him with hands and mouths until he finished. The husband swallowed almost all of it, and what escaped he shared with his wife in a long kiss. They repeated the trick with the other three, taking turns deciding who brought on the orgasm and who received it, until both of them were left smeared-faced and laughing their asses off.
***
I was so hard it felt like my crotch was about to burst inside my pants, though, to be fair, I kept it together, playing my music without letting on that half my head was still on what I’d just witnessed. Wherever I looked, everyone was half naked, fucking, cumming, or done. Near me, a couple was at it standing up: she had one leg up on a pouf and he was pounding into her while kneading her breasts.
Despite the music, I could hear her asking him to take her from behind. The guy pulled out, she turned around looking for something to lean on, and when she didn’t see anything, she came over to my table and grabbed the edge, offering her ass to her partner a foot from me. She was an older woman, over fifty, but there was a spark in her eyes that made me go through the roof. I watched him lubricate himself and ease into her slowly while she stared straight into my eyes. After the first few thrusts, she spoke to me without looking away.
—Take it out. I want to suck one while they’re fucking me from behind.
—I’m working… I can’t —I said, shyly.
—I’m the owner of this house. And I’m telling you to take it out.
I had no choice but to obey. I sat on the edge of the table, right in front of her, unbuttoned my pants, and finally freed an erection that was already aching from being kept in for so long. She lunged at me and sucked me like she’d gone days without eating. Between moans she licked me, kissed me, and took me all the way in, and every time her partner drove into her from behind, she squeezed me harder with her hand.
The man sped up until he finished inside her. I was on the edge, but the owner noticed and pulled my cock out of her mouth.
—Don’t you dare cum. He’s finished, so now it’s my turn with you.
She sat on the table beside me, and while I shifted myself back into place she brought two fingers to her pussy and then into her mouth, tasting what the other man had left her. She spread her legs and looked at me.
—What are you waiting for? Fuck me.
I didn’t think twice. I shoved into her with one thrust and started moving. Without realizing it, I was keeping time with the music playing, and she seemed to love that, because she moaned in sync with every snap of my hips. The man from before came back with a whiskey in his hand, his shirt open and no pants on, and kissed her.
—Do you like it, baby? How’s the boy fucking you?
—Wonderful. He’s got the energy of a young colt.
She turned to me.
—Come on, colt, give it to me harder. Let that youth show.
***
The husband came over to my setup, grabbed the wireless mic, switched it on, and left it resting beside us. Suddenly our moans were coming through the speakers all over the garden. The owner got even hotter at the idea of putting on a show for her guests, and started moaning more shamelessly. People began drifting closer, drawn by the amplified sound. Some, already satisfied, watched with limp erections; others were touching themselves with no intention of finishing yet. There were women watching too. One of them, completely naked, took up position next to us and started fingering herself while whispering to the hostess.
—How’s the young guy? Looks like he can go the distance…
—He fucks beautifully. Then he’s yours if you want him.
The newcomer let me taste her fingers and that finished setting me on fire. The two of them started kissing, and then another man appeared, also naked, jerking off at a good pace. As soon as they saw him, the woman who’d been touching herself crouched down to the owner’s breasts and started licking them, glancing at him with complicity. He got the message and came over, aiming straight between the two of them.
—Come on, cum. Give us all your load.
The guy sped up. I couldn’t stop watching, and with a huge effort I sped up my thrusts too. He started moaning and convulsing, and finished over the other woman’s face and chest. I couldn’t hold out any longer: I pulled out of the owner just in time and came almost at the same moment as him, splitting the result between the two of them. I was amazed by how much and how hard it came, to both women’s delight. The one with her face covered took my cock in her mouth to get every last drop while I caught my breath, exhausted and soaked in sweat.
When she let go, the two women melted into a kiss, and two more men I hadn’t seen arrive came over to lap up what was left on the hostess’s chest, jerking off until they finished on her too. I was still standing there, recovering, watching her body bathed and her pussy throbbing, open in front of me. So I bent down and ate her out until she exploded in an orgasm that, thanks to the mic, the whole garden heard.
The next day I picked my phone up from the basket at the entrance as if nothing had happened. I’d never been paid a fee with such a strong urge to do it all over again.
