What the media says

What the media says

Over the years there has been a fair amount of media coverage about the swinging scene. It's fair to say that it has come a long way since the introduction of the Human Rights Act (the red tops can't get away with the kind of intrusion into people private lives in the way they used to) and is a lot more grown up.

Here are a few articles which relate directly to Hedonism events and yes some do predate the Act.

News Of The World

TOFFS PIG OUT ON PASSION AT ORGY MANOR!

smcartoon.gifA whole hog, rammed on a spit, roasted over an open fire at an upper crusts barbeque orgy in millionaire's row. Outside, Porsches and Shoguns parked in the leafy drive told any passer-by that this was a Saturday night party for the privileged. The smart set put down their champagne glasses, licked their lips in anticipation, then moved closer to the heat. At the stroke of midnight the elegant soiree erupted in a debauched frenzy. The women sank their manicured nails into the hot pork, ravenously tore off chunks of meat and jammed it into their mouths. Others started to undress, tossing their designer gear into crumpled heaps. One stunning blonde, by now down to just a blue sequinned bra and skin-tight pants, cackled with laughter as she gazed down at her glistening breasts. A well-spoken lady in her 40s, still wearing a floral dress which wouldn't have looked out of place at a vicar's tea party, dug her hand in a huge bowl of tuna and shovelled it greedily into her mouth. Soon the buffet was a wreck and the pig ripped to shreds from snout to trotters!

Fifteen to twenty men and women, aged mainly in their 20 - 30s, ran naked across the lawn to the heated pool. One huge-breasted brunette got in with three men and was clearly not out of her depth. As she leaned back against the poolside, two of the men took turns to support her, while the other had sex with her. The most depraved orgy ever witnessed (by us) was strictly an invitation-only event. We first discovered this pit of debauchery when we responded to a small ad in the back of a magazine. The orgy, one of the largest ever held in Britain, was innocuously described as a "Spring Pool Party. A beautiful country house with large indoor pool, two acres of grounds and a pig roast buffet." We made contact by post and received an application form to join. Eventually we were contacted personally by the organiser. He insisted "I don't mind if you bring a girl who's inexperienced. Everyone has to have a first time, but she must know what to expect!" Tell your girlfriend no one is going to force her to do anything, but when you walk in there might be someone bonking in the hallway." The host allows his fabulous house to be used as an orgy venue every few months. We saw him at the heart of the party, relishing the spectacle. With it's large gardens, tennis courts, swimming pool and seven bedrooms, his home is such a popular venue that members of Hedonism, who enjoy wearing leather and rubber, as well as group sex, swell the numbers to 300.

At first the conversation was just what you'd expect at a posh do...inane chatter about share dividends and the spiralling cost of a public school education for their little darlings. But as the pig hung in shreds on the spit, groups went after a different bit of crackling, many going the whole hog themselves! Ignoring calls to get their kit off and join the pool depravity, our reporters kept their hands firmly around their gear and retreated into the house. In the ballroom, many of the couples had retained some semblance of dignity...for the moment. A snooker table stood at one end. Four men were playing normally, fully clothed, and about 50 couples danced in a fairly refined manner. This air of normality was shattered, however, when a man pulled his wife's dress above her waist to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath. With that he kneaded and slapped her bare bottom in time with the music. Amazed, our reporters made their way upstairs. Outside one room, a woman with her dress unbuttoned all the way down was taking a breather. "I'm here with my husband," she said, happy to chat until she was once more consumed with lust. "He's downstairs, but up here I'm with anyone. He brings me so he can watch me with other girls. I've been with three tonight already. It's a bit selfish I suppose, but that's the point. You can do anything you want here, and you're bound to find someone you can do it to."

Inside the bedrooms there were four large double beds. Four people were having sex on one bed at the end, seven on a bed in the middle and two each on the other beds. It was the largest bedroom in the house, but as more couples piled in, there was no longer enough space for everyone to lie down, even on the floor. Undaunted, one couple started having sex against the wall. Another woman pulled up her black dress and had sex with two men at the same time. As the room became a morass of writhing limbs, it became difficult to work out who was doing what to whom. We crept out and tried another door. This time we were in a pitch black room. From the symphony of moans and groans, we reckoned there were 20 - 30 people inside. By the early hours of the morning, the mansion was a heaving monument to excess.

Sunday People

BRITAIN'S fastest growing leisure activity is SWINGING - swapping partners for sex. Nearly half a million couples are now estimated to spend their weekends in ORGIES. Even Coronation Street's staid shop boss Rita Sullivan is about to discover the debauched new pastime when she stumbles on a swingers' party thrown by her old pal Rula Romanoff played by Honor Blackman. The ITV scenes, due to be screened this autumn, are played for laughs. But for thousands of real-life executives, lawyers and businessmen who secretly gather every weekend for lust-crazed parties organised on the Internet, it's very serious. People investigator LIZ KNIGHT went to a swingers' night to find out what really goes on. Here is her eye-opening account. IT is 10pm on a Saturday night and I turn off a motorway to a country lane and see a sign lit up with fairy lights…I pull into a large drive in my modest Vauxhall and spot a £126,000 Ferrari 360 Spider and a £60,000 Porsche 991 Carrera 4.

We have told the hosts - Warwick and Caron - that we've been going out for four months and just want to get a feel for "the scene". Men in designer shirts and women in minis and stilettos eagerly head up the tree-lined drive to the £1.2 million mansion. They include Angela, 34, and her boyfriend Simon, 32…Angela is a bottle-blonde public relations executive tarted-up in a black thigh-high dress. Balding Simon is wearing a dark suit with a studded dog collar. Angela confides: "We don't know what to expect, but we can't wait to get started."There are around 70 guests, ranging from 25 to 60-year-olds, and all are out to impress, flashing their executive car key rings and talking about their villas in the South of France. The cut-glass accents strike up very polite conversations in a typical, English way as they sip white wine. There is an air of anticipation but at the same time, no one wants to be the one to make the first move. Everyone seems to be sizing each other up - I can feel a dozen pair of eyes mentally undressing me.

Susan and David, 40, approach us and start to make small talk. David was in the Army - but is cagey about his rank - and Susan, who looks about 10 years younger than her hubby, met him at work. The chit-chat lasts just seven minutes before Susan tells us she is bi-sexual and looking for a female partner. We are being "sounded out". Midway through a conversation about her dying dog Susan says: "Do you know, there's nothing like a woman's touch. "I love being with women. David and I have been married for a year and he brought out the lesbian in me, I tried to keep it suppressed but it's a thrill to know he loves to watch." They're waiting for us to make a sign that we want to fool around with them. I can tell by the way Susan keeps dropping sexual references…..."I like sex toys," she ventures hopefully. Between the hints we glean that David and Susan live in a small village near Plymouth, where bisexuality raises eyebrows, she says, so they drive 150 miles in secret to explore their fantasy.

At 11.30pm things suddenly get steamy. Three women begin fondling each other in front of their male partners as they down glasses of champagne. Nobody acts shocked - they pretend it's all perfectly normal. One of the women, in her early forties, performs a sex act on the other women in turn, hitching up their tiny mini skirts to reveal they are wearing no undies. As others turn to watch they start stimulating each other. A tall model-like woman begins groaning as her athletic husband touches her intimately, while keeping his eyes peeled on the saucy sex show. Many make a beeline for the bedrooms and within minutes, there is a 16-person orgy in the designated room. There are limbs everywhere - it's like an explosion in a Barbie doll factory. Naked bodies are rolling off the beds on to the floor. Couples writhe around in the smaller rooms as queues form to watch and take part. An onlooker says: "This is unbelievable, I've been here before and I've never seen it get so heated, this place gets better every time. It's s**g-tastic." Later, naked swingers dash to the kitchen to pick up plates of sausage rolls, sandwiches and quiche before heading back to the bedrooms for more action.

Warwick and Caron ……near Southampton earlier this year solely to hold swinging parties. "There is no harm in it and people are generally very polite. "If you are not interested in someone and they make a move, just gently say so and the majority will listen. "Before attending, guests become members online and agree to follow house rules, which advise they explore their "wildest fantasies" but refrain from smoking and drinking red wine where it is carpeted. Caron, dressed in a gossamer thin black shirt and trousers, tells me: "Often the parties go on all night and in the morning there are still people lingering about. But it's all worth it for the fun we have." A lawyer runs into the kitchen from the hot-tub in the garden, with just a small towel to hide his modesty. As he strides past, he says: "Parties like this cannot be beaten, it's nothing like what we do in our day-to-day lives. It's my best kept secret." He picks up a banana and heads back to the hot-tub where three naked brunettes and a blonde are waiting. We leave at 2am and the party is still in full swing - it looks like it'll be going on all night but I can't face seeing any more flesh. All I want is long, hot bath - strictly on my own.

HEDONISM COMMENT Please make allowance for journalistic licence and mild tabloid exaggeration! Not even we would claim the parties are that good and the owner of the Ferrari has not been traced!