From classics like the 70s Clockwork Orange and the 80s American Psycho, to A Good Old Fashioned Orgy starring Jason Sudeikis to be released this Friday, here's a look at the 10 best group-sex scenes on the big screen.
A Malaysian politician is in hot water after taking a second wife. While it wasn't against the law for him to engage in polygamy, he just had to run it by his first wife first. Her consent was required to inform the Sharia court that the second was OK. And a college professor in China is facing three and a half years in jail on grounds of "group licentiousness." Essentially, the educator was having orgies and group sex is bad for business in the People's Republic of China. It doesn't seem like privacy is much of a concern there, but how would you feel if your next-door neighbor was getting into those kind of shenanigans?
A trio of gentlemen got together in a Maine basement. They then popped, shot, huffed and/or bumped some junk. Then, they got hot and bothered, and busted out the sex toys. Things were going smashingly for some 12 hours when the entire operation took a sharp turn for the weird(er). One of the guys, presumably a fan of The Deer Hunter given his age, decided to introduce a little Russian Roulette role-playing into the action. You know how this ends.
The semi-Sapphic ménage a trois is supposed to be ultimate male fantasy*. But all is not as dandy as candy in "2 chicks at the same time" land-y. Some guys have insecurities. Some guys have performance anxieties and some guys have miscellaneous reasons. Here they are.
Oh, what times they must have been. In the '70s writer Gay Talese was in throes of research, working on a novel. This wasn't just any reporter's notepad, though. His research involved scouting out massage parlors and trailing orgies with a crew of New York City couples.
Meet KennyBlunt and SheilaMonster—a sexually adventurous married couple with a shared appreciation for Burning Man and burlesque. Frustrated with the limitations of the traditional "swinging" scene they experienced at sex parties, the duo formed an exclusive N.Y.C. sex party called Chemistry. The couple place ambiance at a premium—Chemistry books burlesque acts and "awesome" DJs for the event -- and its locale in rented Brooklyn loft spaces is both elegant and welcoming. "People can walk in jeans and sneakers or tuxedos and be equally comfortable," says Sheila. Tango sat down with Kenny and Sheila to discuss the party, the meaning of "lifestyle," and the ways sex clubs can rev up your sex life.
"Two years ago while recovering from the demise of a fifteen-year marriage, I responded to an invitation to join a sex party. Knowing I was newly single and in no rush to get involved in another romantic relationship a woman I worked with unexpectedly told me about her unusual hobby," —sex with multiple partners—"and urged me to attend a group sex event." Having kids and getting divorced left this woman with no sexual self-esteem. "After weaning my daughter so that I could go back to work, my breasts lost tone and sagged and my abdomen muscles were loose and flabby. At a time when I was most psychologically vulnerable, the changes in my body became a source of teasing and hilarity to my husband." Read on to find out how orgies helped her recover her sexual self.
Ohmigod. The new Agent Provocateur ad campaign, "Season of the Witch" is out and it's a gothic orgy! Inspired by tableaux vivant (French for living picture), the campaign features slinky garters-clad women squeezing pomegranates, wielding skulls and leather whips and making virgins into slaves.
Dedicated to fetish, fantasy, and unbridled want, it would seem that orgies are environments open to boundless possibility. Indeed, when I dragged my husband to our very first sexy soiree, I prepared for our night out with the determination to be ready for anything. I stuffed a large purse with my favorite vibrator, a pair of handcuffs, an assortment of condoms, extra batteries, lube, and massage oil. I considered including my purple tickler, and a wide-tipped riding crop, but balked at bringing such items so brazenly onto my regular NJ Transit bus. I was a former Girl Scout, well-versed in the lessons of being prepared. My bag was heavy enough to bruise my shoulder, and cause lower back pain. God forbid I be unprepared for any possible instance of sexual pleasure. There are some things, however, you can never be fully prepared for, good Girl Scout intentions aside. After an evening with the debauched and insatiably desirous, I learned a thing or two about what NOT to do.
