during an NBC-TV Hef roast: “He gets so much action, he’s got the only water bed with whitecaps.”) Said John Dante, his Playboy Club executive and Monopoly pal, and one of the trusted chosen in group experimentations, back then and thereafter: “We had a ball.You’d be kissing one girl—kissing two. You’d have two lovely faces on either side of you, God almighty—it was the most fantastic happening you can ever imagine—beautifully made up, one more gorgeous than the other, perfectly formed bodies, stroking you, sucking you, fucking you. But Hef was the main thing. He was playful about it all. It was strictly fantasy time, indulging all of the senses from food to smell to taste. He enjoyed seeing all of us get pleasure—men and women alike. How bad can that be?”
Such scenes became almost a Mansion West constant beginning in late 1976, upon the final departure of Barbi Benton, who had never been inclined to play with others. “Hef used to ask me if I was ever interested in having a third party join in,” she would recall, “and I had no interest in that—guys or girls, for my birthday or his. No way.” He took on his newfound liberation with blissful abandon: “I was more committed than ever to noncommitment. This was my real swing period. It was not simply a third girl, but every variation on a theme—and I do mean everything imaginable in the realm of experimentation. We literally had a little community of group sex, a circle of a dozen friends who were into scenes.”
Thus was born the eternal Mansion mystique, wherein anything could happen and usually did—but only if you wanted it to. Still, he was always gentle and deferential, concerned about the feelings of those who partook and those who did not. “Sex was never mandatory with Hef,” said Playmate Monique St. Pierre. “It was always optional. It wasn’tas if he didn’t have enough women.” Still, players who played during that halcyon playtime uniformly wax wistful about it: “It was just a fabulous time of free love,” said Marcy Hanson. “Everything you read about or thought about really did happen. But in such a loving way. It wasn’t seedy, like when you think of Larry Flynt or that other jerk, Guccione.”
T he More Can Very Much Be the Merrier
Women come to me with the expectation of having multi-partner sex, but that’s more true today than at any other time in my life. Before that, I certainly discussed with girls that I was dating the possibility of bringing other women to our bed. But it’s something that you can do only as long as both you and she are comfortable with it.
It’s a big mistake to get into multi-partner relationships if there isn’t real understanding and security in the primary relationship. You need to be sure, I think, not only that you’re going to feel fine the following day, but that she will, too. It’s foolish to squander the tomorrows that exist in a relationship for a momentary adventure. It’s not a smart way to live your life.
I’ve always felt, quite frankly, that it’s a mistake to put off pleasure, but I think you should do it rationally. You should live for today and also for tomorrow.
A Mansion orgy, then, was always happily consensual, full of good cheer and humor, lacking inhibition and later regret. Still, while all involved were sating each other, the gratification of one in particular was understandably paramount. “The girls all loved Hef and wanted to make him feel like a sultan,” said John Dante, who witnessed much as well as participated frequently. He once recalled a vigorous roundelay in the sprawling Master Bed during which eight females had come to play with the Master and Dante and another fortunate friend. And it was good. As it always was. And it was crowded, as it often was: “Everybody was on top of everybody else. You didn’t know who was where.” And it was an hour on, as it also often was. And Dante was atop a female, deeply in flagrante delicto, as it
Such scenes became almost a Mansion West constant beginning in late 1976, upon the final departure of Barbi Benton, who had never been inclined to play with others. “Hef used to ask me if I was ever interested in having a third party join in,” she would recall, “and I had no interest in that—guys or girls, for my birthday or his. No way.” He took on his newfound liberation with blissful abandon: “I was more committed than ever to noncommitment. This was my real swing period. It was not simply a third girl, but every variation on a theme—and I do mean everything imaginable in the realm of experimentation. We literally had a little community of group sex, a circle of a dozen friends who were into scenes.”
Thus was born the eternal Mansion mystique, wherein anything could happen and usually did—but only if you wanted it to. Still, he was always gentle and deferential, concerned about the feelings of those who partook and those who did not. “Sex was never mandatory with Hef,” said Playmate Monique St. Pierre. “It was always optional. It wasn’tas if he didn’t have enough women.” Still, players who played during that halcyon playtime uniformly wax wistful about it: “It was just a fabulous time of free love,” said Marcy Hanson. “Everything you read about or thought about really did happen. But in such a loving way. It wasn’t seedy, like when you think of Larry Flynt or that other jerk, Guccione.”
T he More Can Very Much Be the Merrier
Women come to me with the expectation of having multi-partner sex, but that’s more true today than at any other time in my life. Before that, I certainly discussed with girls that I was dating the possibility of bringing other women to our bed. But it’s something that you can do only as long as both you and she are comfortable with it.
It’s a big mistake to get into multi-partner relationships if there isn’t real understanding and security in the primary relationship. You need to be sure, I think, not only that you’re going to feel fine the following day, but that she will, too. It’s foolish to squander the tomorrows that exist in a relationship for a momentary adventure. It’s not a smart way to live your life.
I’ve always felt, quite frankly, that it’s a mistake to put off pleasure, but I think you should do it rationally. You should live for today and also for tomorrow.
A Mansion orgy, then, was always happily consensual, full of good cheer and humor, lacking inhibition and later regret. Still, while all involved were sating each other, the gratification of one in particular was understandably paramount. “The girls all loved Hef and wanted to make him feel like a sultan,” said John Dante, who witnessed much as well as participated frequently. He once recalled a vigorous roundelay in the sprawling Master Bed during which eight females had come to play with the Master and Dante and another fortunate friend. And it was good. As it always was. And it was crowded, as it often was: “Everybody was on top of everybody else. You didn’t know who was where.” And it was an hour on, as it also often was. And Dante was atop a female, deeply in flagrante delicto, as it
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