Neighborhood Sex Club

Book Two

By Robert Wolf

© Copyright 2024 Robert Wolf

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Chapter 32 - Spinoff

DAVE

Mel told me her idea of having the student who’d written to her about joining our group for their own intimate circle. I explained that one of the catalysts that made our group click so rapidly was that everyone knew each other. That comment cost me a two-hour lunch twice a week for six weeks.

Mel shouted, “Great idea! You’re helping me do this.” She was almost driven to help get this second group started. For shorthand, we called it Sex Club II or simply Group Two.

We started have twice a week lunches with the students who’d written to Mel. The favorite place for our casual lunches was the patio of a pizza place right near campus - Tuesdays and Fridays. While we did that, Mel was inviting them two at a time to get ‘initiated’ in our regular Sex Club Saturday evenings. Every one of them was nice and caring, and desired a group of intimate friends - including the sexual connections.

The young men were Leon Burton, Arnie Platt, Brent Ashton, and Jeff Carter. The young women were Marie Hawkins, Diana Falkner, Ella Dickenson, Adelle Ivers, and Stephanie Windsor.

The first lunch meeting took place the Tuesday after Leon and Marie had been at our Saturday evening party. The others were more tentative about getting together, but eleven of us were there including Mel and me.

Mel framed the purpose of the lunches and also the ‘initiation’ sessions being held with our regular group, which for clarity we started to call Group One. A primary goal was to get everyone to know each other on more than just a superficial basis.

Accordingly, Mel had ginned up over a hundred questions that she proposed that we each answer. These would, in turn, reveal our core values, our vulnerabilities, and our aspirations, dreams, and fantasies. In a way, this became a game of Truth or Dare, except Mel controlled the whole game.

The requirement for participation, which she elicited from everyone, was honesty, genuineness, and authenticity. Each person would have to respond to the questions without thinking up ‘cool’ answers or pretending to be someone they weren’t.

Mel said, “So, the first question, and we’ll start with Leon, is ‘What do you hope people will discover about you when you become their good friend?’” Mel gestured at Leon who was obviously caught by surprise.

Leon was hesitant. “I like people and I hope people see me as reliable and not some clown or player in the relationship game. I’d like to be loveable and have all the traits of a rational adult, although I’m still working on adulting. I’m kind of sensitive, so I don’t take criticism well, but that same trait makes me more empathetic and compassionate to others. I’m kind of like a puppy, too. I start on the assumption that people will like me, but I’ve been disappointed a lot.” He paused, and then gestured to his left where Marie was sitting.

Marie actually squeaked in surprise that she had to speak next. She talked about being a good girlfriend to either men or women. She was naïve and trying to become savvy, and that wasn’t just about sex. She, too, said that supposed friends had toyed with or embarrassed her. She was careful not to do that to others. She wanted to be known as the friend that would go ‘above and beyond’.

I went next, and talked about being open, loving, caring, reliable, and stable. I talked about parenting and being a good husband, and taking on 100% responsibility for the martial relationship, just the way Mel did. I mentioned needing to prioritize Mel and Family over other relationships, but that I’d rarely been in a position where I had to make that choice in some way.

I handed off to Ella, and each person spoke about themselves. No one appeared bored and I didn’t think there were any fakers in the bunch.

Mel’s next question was a show stopper of sorts. “What did you hear as everyone spoke that you wish you’d said about yourself? Who did you resonate with the most and the least? Please don’t refer to Dave or me. This is about you building rapport; we’re your coaches.”

Everyone looked panicked, but Addy took the first swipe at the answers. She picked Leon as a good role model, and thought that Jeff had been a little superficial. She felt she would need to work harder to get under his skin. She also liked a few things that Diana had said, and wanted to be those, too.

Mel gave everybody homework. Each person had to have a separate interaction with at least two others in the group - a cup of coffee, meal, walk to or from campus, or something where they talked to each other.

Mel also mentioned that on Saturday she’d like Diana and Brent to be our evening guests at Group One. She suggested they talk to Marie or Leon about their experiences, but also promised that we’d be kind and caring.

MEL

I felt that the group was coalescing by the end of Friday’s lunch. People were more easily using first names, and also remembering things about each other that were relevant to some of my next questions.

I got bold and sexual occasionally as we went along. The question, “What do you think about when you masturbate?” brought laughs from everyone and a wide range of humorous responses that would never be forgotten. I was glad especially for the laughter. This was all supposed to be about creating fun and happiness for each other, in addition to great friendships.

Brent and Diana blended nicely into Group One - the Sex Club - on Saturday. They each brought something to contribute to the meal, too. I assumed they’d heard a comment or two from Leon and Marie.

We were at Sarah and Jim’s home, and the sex swing became Diana’s favorite place for a good part of the evening for the cute little blonde. I was pleased to see that her second partner of the night was Brent. I liked that bonding happening within Group Two.

Sarah and I emphasized to the two of them about being discreet about everything going on, especially ‘Professor Dustin’s participation’. They understood, and mentioned that without being specific Leon and Marie had imparted much the same message. They, too, had thought that they’d be seeing their sociology professor fucking away for an entire evening until it was there in front of them.

The next week at the lunches, we continued with my questions. I had them talk about their role models, hobbies, most influential person, best weekend ever, and then to spice things up, the circumstances surrounding the loss of their virginity. The group was visibly pulling together.

Ella said that I was already the most influential person in her life. She tied a bunch of things I said in my class lecture together and how they had smacked her across the face as the situation that had been missing in her life. Now, she was realizing that this group of loving people, coming together thanks to me, was her nirvana.

I made sure that Ella was one of the newbies that spent Saturday evening with Group One. I watched her closely, and if there was someone that had truly found their heaven on earth, it was her. She floated on a happy cloud from person to person, and later from lover to lover. Nothing about the night bothered her, she just wanted more of it.

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Three weeks later, almost everyone in Group Two had enjoyed a Group One Saturday night, including the initiation sex, as Dave called it. ‘Almost’ all, because Stephanie dropped out, saying that she just couldn’t reconcile with how to explain to her family about what she wanted to do.

One out and one in took place. Arnie’s girlfriend Lacey Linden milked more and more details from him, until she wanted ‘in’. She came to a couple of the discussion group luncheons with him, and fit into the group remarkably well. She just had a warm and loving personality that drew people to her.

Arnie asked that she be invited to an initiation night, and expressed joy at the invitation and proved to be a valuable addition. Lacey distinguished herself as one horny female that had no qualms about fucking her way through every male in our group starting with my husband. This wasn’t just a sex show for her; she resonated with all the relationships and friendships. Frankly, everyone wanted her to come back.

Group Two had yet to have their own group get-together other than our bonding lunches. I urged an evening event and even openly talked about what might happen, using the terms ‘group sex’ and ‘orgy’ to be sure everyone was on the same page.

Dave and I helped launch the first ‘orgy’ of what he called Sex Club II. That was our short-hand and we never shared that with anybody. For the eleven of us there, including the two of us, we just called it Group Two. Six weeks of summer had passed since Mel’s idea to form a spinoff group from the students who’d written her. The impact of her class lecture in Sarah’s combined undergrad and graduate sociology class surprised her.

The first evening event for Group Two was at Brent Ashton’s apartment - one of the grad students who’d been in Sarah’s class when I spoke. It was a Friday night, and as active students, except for Dave and me, everyone was taking a breather over the weekend.

I had suggested that Brent be in charge and the emcee for the event, and recommended an agenda not unlike what we did in our own group: cocktails, some kind of dinner with lots of conversation about anything, perhaps an ice breaker, and then dancing, and then the segue into sex.

I had been with each of the young men in the room - four of them. Dave had been with each of the five young women and made good connections with each. We thought that our presence might help get the ball rolling on what some might consider the more tense part of the evening.

Dinner was pizza and the drinks were mostly beer and wine. After dinner, Brent dimmed the lights and announced that we were going to play Truth or Dare. Most of us laughed, and then got comfortable. I curled up with Leon. Dave had Lacey sitting in his lap, and then also had Marie leaning against him. The others were similarly engaged.

Brent passed a hat around with one colored piece of paper in it. Diana drew the color and so started the game. She chose me.

Diana teased, “Mel, what’s the two most outrageous things you’ve ever done?”

I cringed and laughed. “Two for one truth question? I’ll give you your money’s worth, and both will be a challenge for any of you. The first outrageous thing I’ll admit to is getting arrested a few months back with my neighbor Ken while fucking in the laundromat over on Sixth Street. That was a dare, too.”

Everyone gaped at me.

I figured it was time to do a Big Reveal. “The second outrageous thing I’ve done recently is make some pornography under the name Dixie Sparks. I can be seen on several of the more popular websites.”

This time the gasps were significant.

Diana said, “How … errr … why?”

“We keep it low key, but some of the people you met when you were with our group have also done videos, and I guess in a way all of us have. One of the men was the director-producer and that’s his living.”

Lacey said, “Who? Everybody was so nice. I guess you can’t tell what somebody does unless you ask the right questions.”

Ella said, “It was Ron somebody, right? I did ask and he said that he played around with photography, graphics, and video.”

I just smiled and nodded. Ron’s profession wasn’t really a secret. Neither he nor the rest of us promoted what he did or solicited others into the field.

There were more questions, but I held my hand up until I had silence. I then said, “I pick Darren. What do you want truth or dare?”

DAVE

Mel sure knew how to attract attention. She admitted to her arrest for fucking Ken at the laundromat, and the dropped the bomb that she was Dixie Sparks - porn star of note.

I watched about a third of the group jerk their cellphones out of their pockets and start their searches. I think Arnie was the first to find one of her videos. Sitting on either side of him were Adelle and Ella. They leaned over and the three of them started watching the raw video that had been posted. I knew there about twenty different videos on some of the sites, all of different lengths.

Darren picked a ‘Dare’ to go with his name, he said.

Mel said, “I dare you to give a two-minute sexy massage to … Lacey.”

Lacey immediately lay down on her tummy on the rug in front of the sofa. Darren got on his knees and started what he thought was a massage. I could tell that he’d never had a massage. He had no real idea what to do except to rub her shoulders and back.

After a minute, Lacey said to him, “You’d do better if you removed my shirt.”

The opaque t-shirt went flying, and Lacey was suddenly naked from the waist up. She lay back down, this time on her back. Darren was flummoxed, but carefully started to massage her arms, shoulders, and finally, his hands wandered to her breasts. He did enough to make her nipples hard as a rock, and then Brent said, “Oh, time’s up.” He laughed hard at that.

Lacey didn’t bother to redress. She just went and sat beside Dave again, but with a smirk on her face about putting him on the spot.

Darren picked on Marie, who chose a Truth. He asked, “Marie, how many men have you fucked?”

Quick as a flash, she grinned and said, “None. I have made love with ten men. Two happened up to a month ago, and then I went to the group that Dave and Mel belong to and did the eight men there. We were very loving and caring with each other, and there was no rough stuff or disrespect. I didn’t want the warm and loving feeling that I felt to ever end. That’s also what I’m hoping from all of you.” She gestured inclusively around the circle in the room.

Marie picked Leon who wanted a dare. The game went on from there, and gradually clothes got shed, and then some sexual things happened like sucking of breasts, feeling of cocks, and then complete nudity.

I know I chose a dare, and had to allow the five women to simultaneously hold and fondle my cock and balls for two minutes. That was not an onerous task, and if I hadn’t been long and hard before the dare, I sure was afterwards.

At the end of the dare, I was pointing at the North Star. I sat down again, and instead of cuddling up next to me again, Lacey studied me and then backed onto my lap, took hold of my unbending shaft, and steered it right into her snug but very well lubricated cunt. She slithered her pussy down my shaft as the rest of the room looked on.

There was a gasp around the room. We were the first to couple, and blatantly so. God, she felt so fucking good. I told her that.

Brent said to the room, “Would you all like to end the game and engage in similar activities?”

Heads around the circle nodded. Game over! Orgy officially started.

Mel and I had been encouraging each of the newbies to bond and even develop romantic feelings for the others. I guess some of that paid off, because there seemed to be no reluctance to enjoy sexual pleasures with others in the group.

Brent and Arnie quickly dragged a queen-size mattress into the living room from the bedroom, and two futons also appeared. Everyone had a space, at least to start.

Lacey was already slowly riding me in the reverse cowgirl as we both looked to see who would couple with whom. Leon gestured to Marie, and the two of them took over one of the futons, kissing and being highly affectionate with each other. I wasn’t surprised to see Marie lose the rest of her clothing in rapid fashion.

Next to them on the other futon, Arnie and Diana were quickly engaged. The mattress was the choice for Darren and Ella, as well as Brent and Adelle.

Mel was temporarily left out, until she came over to us, planted a scorching kiss on Lacey - who kissed back, and then slid down the young woman’s body, sucking on her breasts and then licking from my balls up and over Lacey’s clitoris. Mel got a finger inside Lacey next to my cock, and soon Lacey had a shuddering orgasm.

The evening went well from that point, including a change of partners after a brief rest. Mel had made her way from couple to couple, intervening in the lovemaking with fingers, tongue, and pussy.

At the start of the second round, Brent put on one of Mel’s porn videos playing on his living room television. I think most in the group had sampled her wares on the Internet, but this was one of her better feature videos playing for the entire ninety minutes. All of the men had also just ‘sampled her wares’ in their visits to Group One.

Mel got both Ella and Adelle to eat her pussy as she squatted over them on the bed. They duplicated a scene in the video. Both later commented that eating a woman’s pussy was a first for each of them. Both seemed to savor the event, so I suspected there’d be more of the same just the way there had been in our Sex Club as we were getting started.

I was with Adelle, and enjoyed her and based on the romantic words we shared she loved me and what we did. I wouldn’t mind staying plugged into this group. I’d talk to Mel about it later.

MEL

Cindy, Evan, and Brad wanted a little variety. The three of them went to the following Friday get-together of Group Two. The two men going meant there’d be couples’ balance. The trio were not unknown to those in Two; everyone had met everyone else during the ‘initiation visits’ with our regular Sex Club.

A few more weeks went by, and then we had the start of September and the Labor Day holiday weekend. Everyone was looking forward to the Saturday evening orgy. Jim, Neal, and Mandy had been with Group Two on Friday at the start of the long weekend. Sarah chuckled about sending her husband to fuck all the pretty students that she’d just finished having in her summer courses.

At the Girls’ Saturday Morning Coffee Klatch, we talked about doing something different for that evening, but nothing came to anyone’s mind that we hadn’t already done. We decided to come back to that for another weekend.

I got THE idea and called Brent. Group Two’s numbers had been down since some of the students went home for a week two after the summer semester ended. Since classes were restarting on Monday, he thought everybody was back on campus, or nearly so. He liked my suggestion.

That night, we were at our house. Again, Tracy and Willow had eight children at Jim and Sarah’s home for the night. We’d also assigned an older kid to a younger kid, with instructions about their care. In concert with the sitters, this was an experiment.

We finished dinner about eight o’clock, so I secretly texted Brent. I got a thumbs-up emoji in reply. Things were falling into shape.

About ten-before-nine, our Sex Club was deep into fucking with each other. I watched Sarah, who was on her back on one of the chaises as Neal fucked her and worried her clit with his thumb.

Sarah suddenly had a pussy lowering itself onto her mouth. Her tongue came out, but she hadn’t caught on to who it was.

Ashley was riding Evan in a traditional cowgirl, when she felt another cock at her back door. I don’t’ know who she thought it was, but the lubed-up prick slid slowly into her ass as she paused her gallop.

Lisa was riding Ron, and then Arnie had her in his arms kissing one side of her as Adelle worked on her breasts. Brent came over to where I was fucking Brad. I started sucking on his cock, and then I had Marie’s twat on my mouth.

Not too subtly, Group Two merged in with Group One. There were glad welcomes and laughter as we greeted our mostly younger friends. Some changes were made, and then the intercoursing couples were intermixed from the two groups.

Yes, this was the perfect holiday celebration. More cock and more pussy for everyone.

Chapter 33 - Secretarial Affair

DAVE

Despite being in a somewhat tropical locale, I still felt as though autumn had arrived when I went back to work after Labor Day. I’d grown up and gone to college in the north, where during the month of September the temperatures chilled, and jackets appeared.

I had a beautiful new office in the Prentiss Building, right in the center of downtown. Moreover, I had two analysts working for me, and suddenly a secretary that looked like she stepped out of the centerfold in Playboy or Penthouse. Her name was Anne Turner. She turned heads alright.

Anne had a service mentality. She waited on me hand and foot, although I kept telling her that she didn’t need to be so solicitous and deferential. Occasionally, she’d pat my arm as though to say, ‘It’s okay, I’ll just do it any how.’ I had all but given up and found myself enjoying her servitude.

I was actually riding high, thanks to some of the investments that I’d made for Paul Prentiss and also some others, including myself. Genelect stock had risen to $627 per share. The company announced a split and also a buy-back of some shares that would increase the worth of extant shares.

Further, I’d constructed my own EFT based on some companies in the tech industry, and although dominated by Paul’s shares, each share in that had close to doubled in value since I went to work for Paul two months earlier.

Buying low was the easy part of investing. The hard part is knowing when to cut and run. I decided I wanted to know more about Genelect, since by then I had several hundred million invested in it.

I asked Anne to set me up with appointments at Genelect and to arrange the related travel, transportation, and hotel. A day later, I had several pages on my desk with the details of the entire trip - door-to-door, including who I’d be meeting with, and their professional bio.

I was to leave on Monday morning the following week.

Mel had met Anne several times when she’d come by for lunch and to see and appreciate my new digs. I didn’t think much more about their distant friendship until I got to the airport on Monday morning, and there was Anne waiting to travel with me.

Anne patiently explained to my query that no executive from Prentiss Enterprises EVER travels alone. She said, “What if you need something?”

I ventured a statement that I knew was probably incorrect; “I could do it myself?”

She laughed, and we boarded the flight together. Anne explained that she’d set up a couple of appointments for herself. So, while I was meeting the CEO and head of research, she would be meeting with their AAs. She wanted to be sure we had wide open avenues of communication, since we were such good investors in the company.

My appointment with the CEO was at one-thirty, and we were right on time. Anne vanished, I guess to do her own thing, and Dr. Mark Eyre and I would talk, and, as it turned out, he gave me a tour of the place. Mark had a Ph.D. in pharmacology from Harvard. He oozed excess IQ and probably stopped going to Mensa meetings because the attendees weren’t up to his mental caliber.

After the tour, I pulled out my three pages of questions, and we started the serious discussion about Genelect. We both had to walk a tightrope lest we run afoul of insider trading rules and regulations. Nonetheless we had a great discussion.

Mark also asked whether Paul Prentiss would entertain a position on the board of the company. Given our investments, he already had a significant percentage of the outstanding stock. I promised to have that discussion with him as soon as I returned home, and that I’d recommend the post to him. Mark looked pleased.

The meeting with the head of research and development was the following morning, so after Mark and I finished, I easily connected with Anne in the company’s modern waiting room. We left for the day. Our hotel was a short ride away.

Anne presented me with the key card for what I thought was my room. We just strolled into the elevators, bypassing a line of business people checking into the hotel. My room turned out to be on a floor with mini-suites. I had a living room, with TV of course, and a bedroom with a giant king-size bed in it.

Anne had followed me into the room, and only then did it dawn on me that something else was going on here.

I turned to Anne and said, “Your room?”

She pointed at the one bedroom. “I’m with you.”

I made up a quick story. “Isn’t there some rule at Prentiss Enterprises that forbids bosses from fraternizing with their secretaries? I think that’d be seen as sexual harassment or something akin.”

Anne shook her head, “Nope. No rule. Plus, if you check your email, you’ll find a notarized copy of a letter to the file that our physical relationship is all my idea. I’ve left the original with Monica Sawyer, Paul Prentiss’ aide. Further, I will be sure that you show me no favoritism, assuming you still like me.”

“Oh, I like you alright, maybe too much. You do know I’m married and have children.”

Anne laughed, “Not only are you married to Melissa, you have three other wives - Cindy, Trish, and Wendy. I believe Wendy has some minor connection with the Prentiss family.” Her sarcasm was apparent as she laughed.

“What do you want to have happen?” I asked.

Less than sixty seconds later, Anne was in my arms and we were kissing quite passionately.

Five minutes after that, the last of our clothes fell to the floor. Add another minute, and I had my face buried in Anne’s tasty pussy, lapping up some of the best tasting female cream in the world.

Several feminine orgasms and some fluffing later, I sank all my man meat into my secretaries hot little quim. God, she felt like heaven. How had I gotten so lucky.

MEL

Dave didn’t know it, but I’d given him a wide-open Hall Pass so he could enjoy his secretary, Anne Turner. His other wives were all on-board with the idea, too. We’d all met the pretty and smart woman. We knew she adored Dave, but had no desire to upset his ‘home life’, and that was the four of us plus the kids.

I had already started thinking that she should be in our Sex Club. She’d been married, and had left the deadbeat after discovering he had some gambling, alcoholic, and physically abusive habits. She was a catch for anyone, but she seemed devoted to her job, and with her new assignment, she was already devoted to Dave and his group.

Monday evening, we had a visitor at the house. Brent Ashton came by to see the women of the household. This wasn’t a sexual visit, but as the unofficial head of Group Two, he had a question or two.

Our kids were in bed, so we had time to talk. We went into the living room, and Brent started. “My understanding is that when your group started there were only six of you, and now there are, what seventeen? In the last week, a few of our group have said to me that they have somebody that they want to introduce to our group. Indirectly, that’ll impact you, what with our new agreement to have a ‘super-orgy’ with both groups once in a while.”

Cindy asked, “Students? Men or women? Relationship with person in your group?”

Brent nodded. “They’re all undergrad students, and one is a grad student. Lacey has another guy she likes - Norm Daily. Darren is crushing on a girl named Patricia Heart, that seems pretty liberated, according to him. Adelle’s old boyfriend, Jerry Hendricks, is back on campus after doing his junior year abroad, and she wants to pick-up where they left off, but not give up all the new freedoms and friends that she’s found. What do I do?”

Brent and the others looked at me. I guess I was rated as the ultimate authority on this subject. I asked, “Brent, what would you do? Say you were crushing on Cindy and wanted her to be part of your group.”

Brent shrugged, “Invite her in?” For him, that question seemed like a no-brainer.

“And what would be her reception at your next get-together?”

He made a face. “Unpredictable, I guess. I’d need to do some pre-work to get her accepted.”

“What would that look like?”

“My friends would have to meet her in a less challenging situation - like over cokes or something, maybe at the student union. They’d want to know her background and … I guess, why I think she’d be a good member of our group - our club.”

I asked, “What would you want her first visit with all of you together to be like, what with mixing and with sex on the agenda - for you, for her, for the others?”

Brent started to visualize, “She’d be greeted with enthusiasm. Maybe all of them couldn’t wait to have sex with each other - to make love. Maybe everyone would want to talk to her - get her opinion on things, ask her to do things with them, and so on.”

“So, work backwards from that goal. You know what you have to do. That’s what you tell Darren, Adelle, and Lacey. Of course, they should drop by here so we all get to meet the person, too.”

He nodded, “That all makes sense. I don’t know why I felt so panicked. I feel responsible for this emerging group.”

“Good, but that should be a shared responsibility. It’s not all on your shoulders. Share the load. Ask one of your new friends to take responsibility for the next meeting or two.”

I added, “Also, at least based on our experience, I think it was easier to deal with one person or couple at a time, rather than, in your case, all three individuals at once. See if you can push off a couple of your admissions so they’re staggered in time. Remember, you’re signing up a lifetime intimate friend for each person.”

I sympathized with Brent’s problem. I wondered whether some of our ‘members’ wanted to bring other people into the group. I hadn’t hesitated.

DAVE

I was proving to Anne that I had more stamina that she expected. We were making love for the third time that evening. We were in a hotel in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where I was close to Genelect, a firm that I was heavily invested in and studying further.

Anne was indeed Playboy Playmate material. Some women have every curve, bump, dimple, spacing, and feature of their bodies in perfect array, as though blessed by some Super Being, who was aiming at perfection. Anne was one of those people.

We had made love once, quite passionately; gone to dinner at a seafood place; and then come back to engage in some more loving.

My phone beeped, indicating a text message. I saw it was from Mel. ‘Send pictures.’ A photo accompanied her message of a hard cock surrounded by the four women I lived with - Mel, Trish, Cindy, and Wendy. They were all licking the shaft. I couldn’t tell who they’d captured for the night.

I showed the message and photo to Anne and she laughed. She was atop my body slowly riding me, but really edging herself and me on the ragged edge of another of our mutual orgasms.

Anne said, “You have such an exciting wife and family. I hope to become just as exciting for you, too. I want to be your ‘work wife’ - taking care of all your needs when you’re not at home.”

“You already do,” I assured her.

Anne took the phone out of my hands, switched to camera mode, and then took a series of selfies featuring the two of us fucking. Some were very explicit and revealing of our coupled genitals. She directed my positions so she could get the best and most daring results. When she was done, she sent them to Mel and also copied them to her own cellphone.

Anne said, “When I masturbate, I want to be looking at the pictures of you fucking me. I get so horny sometimes, I can barely stand it.”

“At work?” I asked.

“Especially at work. You turn me on, and I get to thinking of doing this with you - fucking like this - and a few times I’ve had to go to the ladies’ room and jill off. One time I almost got caught.” She giggled and that made her pussy spasm around my cock. That was exciting.

The photo and message I got in reply to the photos Anne sent showed Mel being fucked in the missionary position by our friendly graduate student in Group Two - Brent Ashton. Trish was jilling off beside her. I assumed Cindy or Wendy took the photo.

The accompanying message said, ‘See whether she’d like to join the Sex Club?’

I showed Anne the message and picture. That was too much for her, and she orgasmed and pulled me right along with her. No doubt about it; I was falling in love with my secretary.

We stayed connected and made out for a while. We both used the ‘L’ word about each other. I’d figure out where this was going later.

Anne said, “Is the Sex Club you and your group of neighbors that have an orgy each Saturday evening?”

“Yes, and how did you know that and what else do you know?”

Anne laughed, “I read you profile that Paul Prentiss’ private investigators put together. It didn’t go into a lot of detail about that, but enough. It did give the names and a few sentences about each person in your group.”

“Did it say what we did?”

“Not in detail. The terms ‘Orgy’ and ‘Swapping’ were used frequently in that part of the dossier … and yes, I’d love to belong. I have secrets that maybe you should know before you officially ask me, however.”

I sized up Anne’s beauty and said, “Anne, tell me your secrets.”

She grinned, “Oh, okay. I’m a bigger slut than your wife and friends. I started in high school, and really revved up in college, and would like to get back into that groove.”

I took each nipple in my hands and twisted and turned them. She closed her eyes in rapture for a couple of seconds. I said, “Details, please.”

Anne spoke haltingly, “When I discovered sex, I felt like I’d just won a billion-dollar lottery. Fucking and even better, having an orgasm, were the best things in the world. I figured out they were better if I liked or loved my partner and they loved me, so I would cozy up to potential lovers, and then woo them into my bed. After that, we’d fuck like rabbits almost around the clock.”

“And you see me as another rabbit?” I asked with a grin.

“Maybe a mink. I think they fuck a lot, too. I would like to do a lot of this with you. Your friends seem to come highly recommended, too. I won’t beg, but I hope you blend me into your weekend orgies somehow.”

I explained about how the orgies were usually woman driven, and also planned in a woman’s Saturday morning coffee group. I told her to join Mel and a few others she’d met for that group. She nodded eagerly. “I will. I’ll go. I know what I have to do. I’ll be nice and friendly, and nobody will worry about me stealing their husbands. I don’t do that, but I hope they’ll fuck me through the mattress.”

“Make love?” I tested.

“Even better,” Anne said.

This discussion had gotten me hard again. I was still jammed inside Anne as she nested on top of me. She could feel me get aroused again, and liked that. I was good for a fourth round before we went to sleep.

MEL

Saturday morning, Anne came to the house to ride with me to our coffee group. She was casually dressed, but looked sharp and yet sexy. She was twenty-six, and there was no hiding that body or the overall beauty. Of course, I’d given a heads-up to everybody about my guest and some words about how we knew her.

Cindy, Trish, and Wendy had met Anne. Wendy knew her well since she’d worked at Prentiss for a couple of years after getting her degree. After Anne’s introduction to the other women, Wendy gave a little speech about how competent she was.

Anne blushed and explained, “I was just doing my job.”

She fielded some questions and then we got into trading our activities and such with each other. I think Anne was somewhat shocked when I talked about setting her up with Dave, and then showed them the series of pictures that we’d exchanged that evening. This was the kind of group we were. If it was salacious and sexy, we shared.

Anne blushed some more, but admitted that she thought the whole naughty picture thing had been great fun, not to mention that she ‘had feelings’ for Dave.

I caught the subtle signals from one and then another of the women that Anne was wanted in the Sex Club. The vote was informal, subtle, and unanimous. I gave a wink to acknowledge receipt of each vote. We talked about the coming evening, but that was mostly about who was bringing what side dish. We were going to be at Jim and Sarah’s home. The kids would be at Sean and Mandy’s home for the first time.

We did talk about how to tease the men with Anne. No doubt about it, she was dish. She also admitted to her past as a gluttonous slut and her desire to enjoy a lot of cock in addition to developing some great and loving friends.

Anne said, “Why don’t you tell them that as one-night special, you hired an escort.”

Everyone liked that idea, so we agreed to keep Anne a secret until she appeared for the cocktail time. She said that she’d play the role until told to stop by one of us.

We parted company and agreed that Anne would come to our house and walk over to the Dustin’s home with the rest of us. When Anne arrived at five-thirty, she was dressed like a two-bit hooker.

Anne had on fish net stocking, come-fuck-me patent leather shoes, a skirt that barely covered her pussy - she proved that she was commando, and wore a silk top that also revealed her braless perfect tits and dark areolas through the material. Only two buttons held the blouse closed.

Besides the dress, she’d overindulged in the make-up department. She had black eye shadow around her long-lashed eyes with eyeliner. She’d made her cheeks especially rosy, and tied her blonde hair back with a gaudy faux diamond clip. This girl wanted some action, and was getting paid handsomely for it.

Anne had the high-heeled strut down flawlessly. We walked en masse to the Dustin’s, and both Ken and Jim were by the front door watching her (our) arrival. Anne had a wad of gum in her mouth that I hadn’t noticed before.

Anne walked right up to the two men and said, “Hi, I’m Anne. If you like, you can have me later.” She smiled, smacked on the gum a couple of times, and then walked inside with the rest of us.

Ken cornered me seconds later, just after I’d shown Anne to the outside bar. She was making herself a gin and tonic, apparently with just about all gin. Every man was watching her like a ticking time bomb.

Ken said, “Who’s Anne? What … what is she? Where’d she come from?”

I nodded, “She’s our gift to you gentlemen tonight. She’s an escort and has a really good reputation for being a superb lay. She’s worked up, too; at least, that’s what she told us walking over here. Enjoy. If you work it right, you can be her first fuck of the night.”

Chapter 34 - A Night of Surprises

DAVE

Jim cornered me only seconds after we got to his house. “What’s with the blonde? She looks like a professional gal, if you know what I mean.”

I shrugged, “She is. Anne is our gift to everyone tonight. She’s a hot fuck. I tried her out a few days ago. Really worth your time. Our treat.”

No doubt about it, Anne was commanding attention. She pulled Neal into a conversation, only he seemed to be speechless. She was talking about working the streets in Las Vegas and said that he looked like somebody she’d spent some romantic time with there. I almost guffawed my beer all over Jim as we stood there listening to her. She was great at role play.

Jim asked, “Errr, sorry to ask, but is she safe?”

“Oh, yeah, I saw all her paperwork a few nights ago. She’s fine and a lot of fun. She promised she’d remain pure this week, except for us.”

As we looked over, Anne was emptying her gin and tonic into her maw. She then set off to make another. We’d only been at the party five minutes. I happened to note that Anne was using the ‘special’ bottle of gin.

As Anne finished at the bar, I called her over to meet Jim. He was flummoxed but did manage to be polite and to welcome her to his home.

I’d told Anne about the sex swings, and they were in place. Anne pointed at the swing set. “Ah, good, sex swings. I love to get fucked in those things. The man can slam his cock so far inside me, I bet he can see the head when I open my mouth. I love to give blowjobs, too, even while I’m getting fucked. Hey, do you all do gangbangs or allow the women to pull trains?”

The question had been asked of Jim. He mumbled, “I guess we could arrange something, especially if you’re in the swing.”

She leaned over a kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks. That’d make my night, well that and the money.” More gum chewing.

Jim blurted out, “Money?”

Anne waved her hand dismissively, “Oh, you don’t need to worry. My new friends Dave and Mel have it covered. I don’t mind tips if you think that I gave you a good fuck, however. Besides pulling trains, I do like nice romantic little fucks. I’m really good at the GFE; you know, the girlfriend experience. I can leave a guy deeply in love and thinking we’ll be intimate friends for life. I actually like that, too. I also have a snapping pussy and can make guys cum in record time, if I put my mind to it. I think it has to do with how I use the muscles in my cunt.”

Ken had now joined us with Neal. Their mouths were agape as they stared at Anne.

Anne felt she needed to give us some history. “I’ve always been a slut, but a few years ago it hit me like a ton of bricks. I just couldn’t get enough cock deep in my hot, little, wet cooter. You know anybody getting married? I had a specialty doing bachelor parties, but not as many guys are hooking-up at those, these days. I think they like to play the field.

“Hey, any of you got a yacht. I was with one guy who took me out on his yacht and we just anchored out in the Gulf and fucked morning, noon, and night for a three-day weekend. He was on some drugs so he never went soft. I love hard. Hard cocks and hard fucking are my drink of choice.” She raised her ‘G&T’ and took a healthy swig.

After she upended her drink again, she turned to go to the bar and make another. Mel had earlier replaced the regular gin bottle with one we brought from the house with water in it. If there was any side effect, Anne might have to use the bathroom to pee.

Anne came back and asked Evan, who’d also joined us with Brad and Mike, “Hi, I’m Anne. What do you do? You’re good-looking and I can tell that you’re hung.”

Evan gave a slight smile and said, “I star in porn videos.”

“Oh, good, maybe you can spread me wide a little later. I bet your really a great fuck.”

“More or less. Nobody complains.”

She turned to Mike, “You look kind or young? You still in school? You eighteen? I gotta stay legal, you know.”

Mike mumbled something about being twenty-one and just starting his senior year at the university.

Anne went over to him and said, “You ever feel some prime pussy? Give me your finger.”

As the rest of us looked on, she took his hand and forced his middle finger through her wet cunt. I thought Mike would faint, but then she made him taste her on his finger. I didn’t blink an eye.

Jim suddenly frowned. He said, “Hey, could I try that and also kiss you?”

Anne turned to Jim. They kissed and he ran his fingers through her slit. He turned to me and said, “Bringing in a ringer, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“This girl is not for real. What’s going on?”

Some of the women had gathered in a circle behind us. They were chuckling.

Mel said loudly, “You can do a reveal, Anne.”

Anne came and took my arm. She looked around at the circle of men and said, “Hi, my name is Anne Turner. I’m Dave’s secretary and I am seriously interested in joining this group of fun-loving friends and lovers.”

MEL

I asked Jim, “How’d you know?”

He chuckled, “She’s supposedly drunk three gin and tonics in fifteen minutes, and has no smell of gin on her breath. Something’s fishy. And then I thought about how outrageous she’s been right out of the box, so I figured this was a little put-up role play of some kind.”

Anne kissed his cheek. “Good detective work, handsome. I really would like some company in that sex swing, however. And, by the way, I am hornier than a Louisiana tree toad in the spring time. Role playing a hooker got me all bothered in the right way.”

Dave stepped in and praised her work as his secretary, and only the past week discovering her penchant for the lustier things in life. Wendy also commented that she’d know Anne for three years, and thought that she walked on water.

I told Jim and the other men that Anne had been at the morning coffee and we’d conspired to use Anne to tease the men with a ‘hired escort’.

Jim said, “Well, you had me going. I really bought into the whole thing until it occurred to me what I wasn’t observing. Being a dentist, I’m sensitive to people’s mouths and breaths. I also wondered just how fast somebody could drink three whole glasses of mostly gin.”

The cocktail hour did motor along in a more predictable way. I watched Dave and wondered how he’d cope with the much larger surprise of the evening that was especially for him. It was far greater than having Anne join us.

Our group picnic could have fed twice as many people. At that point, there were eighteen of us, slight imbalanced towards the female genre. Also, since we were getting towards October, the days were noticeably shorter. Despite that, the temperatures had remained most pleasant, even into the nighttime.

After dinner, we did the dance routine almost automatically. Couples formed, and as usual, a few moved right into the romance part of the night. Anne really had latched onto Jim, and I’d heard her say to him over dinner that she didn’t need much in the way of foreplay.

Jim had her lithe body naked and stretched out on a chaise as he ate her into some pleasant orgasms, unless I misread her signals. I couldn’t complain, Evan had my hot and wet cooter in his mouth. He did a thing with his fingers inside me that hit the right spots. No complains.

Darkness descended on the patio and even the dancers joined the sex-enthused crowd. Jim had turned on the little sparkly white holiday lights around the edge of the patio. They gave off just enough light to see what you were doing, and appreciate your partner’s body.

Dave had Bridget’s thighs wrapped around his head. He loved to eat out the Irish redhead. With her dedication to her studies and graduating early none of us saw enough of her.

I saw our newcomers arrive. They tiptoed out of the house, mindful of what was going on and also the likely shockwave they’d soon produce. We’d planned this out pretty well, I thought.

Neal had been eating out Cindy, but they broke apart. Mary joined them - Dave’s mother. Cindy flowed into Bob’s arms, giving him a knock-your-socks-off kiss that heated up the swimming pool. The arrivals were quickly naked and fully involved in the sex on two different chaises.

The explosion didn’t come for another ten minutes. I guess Bridget was doing a really good job of distracting my husband with her need for his loving.

Then it happened. Dave all but exploded into microscopic pieces of human.

“MOTHER … WHAT THE FUCK!”

“DAD … NO, NO, NO. FUCK!

We’d all expected it, but I’m sure the volume of Dave’s shouts across the patio could have been heard downtown Chicago, about fifteen-hundred miles away.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” That was my cue. I hoped we’d still be talking by the end of the evening.

I left Evan, as expected, and went over to Dave who had dumped Bridget on the ground to stare as his mother, naked and riding Neal in an erect cowgirl. She smiled at Dave.

I put my arm around my husband, “It’s alright, honey. Your parents wanted to be included in our group. They’ve gotten to know everyone, and I’m sorry we kept this from you, but this was important to them, and with love we accepted them.”

“She’s fucking Neal. Here. At our gathering.” His lower jaw was trembling. Oddly, his hard-on was still a sight to be seen in front of him. Bridget came and put her arms around him. She also cooed some approving and encouraging words about his parents being present and how nice they were.

Dave looked at his father, who stood naked with Cindy in front of him, his cock obviously in the crease of her ass. Cindy looked content, but worried at Dave’s reaction.

“Everybody knows?” Dave asked of me. He looked around at the gathering circle, and everyone was nodding.

I nodded. “They’ve come over to meet with everyone here for the past two months. This, tonight, was the goal or end point of those meetings.”

Jim and Anne had joined the circle of us. Jim said, “We love Bob and Mary and want them as part of our group.”

Ken spoke up, “I am in love with Mary. Please be accepting.”

Others in the circle nodded and smiled as they looked at my husband.

I gave him the next surprise, “We all even hope that you’ll make love to Mary as your own acceptance of their being with us.”

“That’d be … incest,” he blurted out.

“So what?” Trish said. “We are a group of consenting adults. No one is being taken advantage of or harmed. Heck, we love each other. We love you, and wanted this for you. We all think this is the right thing to do, even with a little incest.”

Dave muttered, “A lot of incest, actually.”

Mary had finally stood. For a fifty-two-year-old woman, she was stunning. I hoped I remained as well preserved as she was. Her breasts didn’t sag as much as mine, and she’d so far escaped the presence of cellulite on her body. She actually had a rather hot looking ass.

Mary came over to Dave and kissed him on the lips. I think he was numb and unmoving. She said, “I love you, and I want to redefine our relationship. You may think that a person’s sexual urges wan as they age, and I’m right here naked in front of you, to assure you that they actually go the opposite direction. I am sexually attracted to you. I know that many people think that’s bad, but I assure you that for us, that’s going to be very good.”

Dave said, “But you’re here?” There was still a tone of total disbelief.

“Yes, here by choice and by invitation. Your friends and lovers and now also my - our - friends and lovers.” Mary gestured to her husband.

Dave shook his head. “I’ll have to think about this.”

Bob stepped forward but continued to hold Cindy’s hand. “Don’t overthink this. It’s simple. We love and want to be loved. We enjoy the lusty side of life, too, and the combination is unbeatable. Later, we can talk about this and how tonight came about.”

Dave nodded. “I guess.” He turned and said, “I need a stiff drink. Mel, please join me - and none of that watered down gin, please.”

DAVE

I think that I’d experienced every emotion under the sun when I realized that my mother and father were at our Sex Club Saturday night. Further, when I saw them, they were naked and fucking somebody in the Club. I was shocked, angry, mad, aroused, lusted, puzzled, confused, jealous, compersed, scared, joyful, interested, and amazed, to name just a few emotions that slammed into me for a millisecond at a time.

I guess that I’d have to admit that since puberty I’d had a crush on my mother. I’d suppressed any urges from that and doubt I’d every shown any emotions other than filial devotion. I certainly felt that my father was one lucky dude, and I especially meant that he got to have a physical relationship with her.

I turned to Mel as we reached the bar. I made myself a Manhattan, even adding a cherry. “Explain, please.” I was amazed at how neutral my voice sounded. I still felt like I was in shock.

The others filtered back to what they’d been doing, mostly making out or fucking with somebody nearby. My parents initially stood nearby, obviously available to talk, but then they moved back with the others in the Club.

Mel said, “If you recall at the start of the summer, your parents had discovered and even watched us at a Sex Club gathering. They sought me out the following week, figuring that I was the weak link, I guess. The both came and bought me lunch.

“They got me to spill the beans completely over that meal. I told them everything, and held nothing back. We’d told them much of it, but this time they got all of it. We had to end our long lunch, because I had to go home to you and help with dinner.

“Mary was blunt; she wanted into the group and wanted lots of sex - even with you. When she learned about the love and caring we encourage in our group, that just put icing on her cake. She really wanted ‘in’. She begs in a very seductive way.”

Mel continued, “I explained that I couldn’t make that decision alone, but that I could be her portal to meet the others in our intimate group. If the chemistry was good, then they’d eventually come to a gathering.

“I clued in some of the others, and Bob and Mary started trekking here at various times to meet and talk with everybody. I even gave them all the kinds of questions we used on Group Two to foster bonding. Some of our group visited them in their home. As you might guess, this isn’t the first time they’ve had sex with some of us.”

I’d been sitting with my back to the rest of our group. I took another taste of my drink and turned around. Of my two parents, my father was closest to me and balls deep in Cindy in the missionary position. I had thoughts race through my head about young and old, old and new, used and fresh, craggy and smooth.

They kissed and I could tell that Cindy liked everything that was happening. I was sensitive to her needs and desires. He was feeling her breasts and occasionally pinching a nipple - something I knew she liked. I felt a pang of jealousy, something I didn’t feel with the other men and women.

I asked Mel, “Had Cindy fucked him before now?”

Mel affirmed, “No, tonight is their first time together.”

I looked to my mother. She was back riding Neal on a chaise, with her generous breasts swaying around as she moved. God, she was sexy, but I was jealous of Neal, too. ‘I’ wanted to be where he was, making love with that hot, older woman.

I had a sudden thought that I should no longer call them mother and father, but Mary and Bob. The barrier of sex had been broken, and we shouldn’t emphasize the incest. What we should be emphasizing is the love between all of us.

Mel apologized again. “I’m sorry we hid this from you. Initially, we really weren’t sure how an older couple would be received by the group. We knew you’d be shocked, but we wanted to see if your parents did meld with everyone else in the group.”

I snorted, “Call them Bob and Mary, please. It makes it easier for me, at least for now. When they’re with our children, they’re different. When they’re here, their Bob and Mary.”

“Got it,” Mel said. “That’s what the others have been calling them, although there has been some teasing here and there.”

I asked, “Do I want to know who they’ve already fucked?”

Mel smiled, “Not right now. Just roll with it.” She rubbed my back affectionately. “Are you doing better?”

I sipped my drink, “Yeah. The shock is wearing off. I’m trying to decide if this is a good thing or a bad thing.”

Mel repeated my favorite quote, “’There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.’ Shakespeare, I think. You can decide either way, but know that you have a conscious choice about the outcome. I was kind of shocked when they asked, so I have a slight feeling of what you’re going through. I decided it was a good thing. We gain their love and wisdom, their unique perspective on life, and insight to the additional miles in life and stages of life that they’ve been through.

“In case you’re wondering, I don’t give a rat’s ass about the incest. They’re people that I love, people that my family love, and now people that my friends, neighbors, and lovers love.”

It was in the next sixty seconds of silence between us that I decided. I took another sip of my highball, and said, “Okay, this is a good thing. I’m glad they’re here with everybody.”

Mel exhaled all the stored-up anxiety she’d been holding in. Whew.

I had another thought, “Where are they staying tonight?”

Mel smiled, “In our guest room, unless you really freaked out. They have stayed over in the past with a couple of the others in their homes, too. If this went south, so to speak, they had other quarters to use without driving all the way home.”

“Did they meet Anne, before?”

“No, that only started today. I think I know her well enough that she won’t be bothered by any of this unless you are. She’s highly attuned to your emotions, and that’s fine with me. Just don’t forget that I love you, too.”

I shook my head but smiled for the first time since the shockwave hit me. “We really are a fucked-up group of people.” I gestured wildly at the whole group of twenty, mostly doing sexual things with each other on the Dustin’s patio.

Mel kissed me and said, “Yes, but we’re loveable, too.”

Chapter 35 - Consanguinity And Anger

MEL

I was so nervous that my knees were weak and I kept having to urinate. I thought I knew my husband well enough to predict that he’d eventually come around to his parents being in our Sex Club. It took a little longer and more soothing words from everyone to get him back close to normal.

I think there was some appeal to ‘Little Dave’ to get him back in the groove. Anne came and helped, too, although I’d never had the chance to say much to her about what would also be happening on her first night with us. I say ‘first’ because I sure hoped that she’d come back.

Anne and Jim had recoupled after Dave and I went to the bar for him to recover from his ‘shockwave’, as he called it. They finished, and Anne then came over and hugged Dave. Without any prompting, she told him, “This is a great group of people, and as a newbie I want you to know that I accept your parents being here, and also your being with your mother in any way that you see fit. Love her. She wants that. It’s time to re-create the relationships with the people that love you the most.”

Anne got Jim to set her up in one of the sex swings. Ken was right there helping, and the next in line to be with her. She was so sylph like that all the men wanted a turn with her, and that was just what she really wanted.

I thought she’d been role playing when she talked about a gangbang, but she’d been serious. By the end of the night, I think each of the men except Dave had been with her, perhaps not to orgasm, but certainly to enjoy her body and pussy.

Our new neighbor Mandy came and captured Dave, putting on a good enough show that she distracted him almost entirely from what had happened. She got him plunging his cock into her love nest and joining her in talking dirty to each other, and off they went for a half-hour or more. He knows how to stretch it out.

When they were through, they cuddled and kissed together. I gotten Mike and we’d had a shorter fuck. I still wanted to keep an eye on Dave, and I hoped he’d do something with his mot … with Mary.

Dave and Mandy went to the bar. Dave had left his Manhattan there, and I saw him finish the watered-down drink. Mandy had a soda. Jim came and claimed Mandy, even suggesting that they use the sex swing. Anne was still in one of the swings, and Ron was doing a slow fuck with her. She looked very happy, especially when they paused to kiss or do other things.

Mary came up to Dave. I thought about how this was a memorable moment in time. She didn’t hesitate, and came right into his arms and they kissed, and then kissed again. I guessed that he was getting used to the idea. I saw them toying with their tongues in the air between them.

Mary rubbed her breasts against his chest, and in the process her pubes and manicured nest of pubic hair pushed against Dave’s tumescent cock. She reached down and held him. He didn’t bolt, and I think he even hardened. It was hard to tell.

Mike said to me, “You like watching?”

“This is a big moment for the two of them, so yeah, I’d like to watch. You can soak your shaft inside me and pump when you get the urge. I promise you more attention in a bit.”

Dave fondled one of her breasts and they kept kissing. I could even see their tongues dancing between them again. He leaned over and sucked on each of her breasts. That got Mary’s attention in a big way.

Mary knelt and used her right hand to bring his cock to her mouth. She engulfed his shaft, and then moved her head on and off his shaft. His cock looked stiff and ready for anything. Mary consumed just about the entire tube in her mouth and throat. Wow, I was blown away by what I was seeing. Who knew that my mother-in-law could deep throat a large cock.

Dave stopped her after several minutes of her blowjob, and brought her back to a standing position. She took hold of his dick and led him to an empty chaise. Next to them, Bob was buried in Trish. They were moving slowly and erotically together as they kissed.

Before I could blink, Dave was over Mary, and then their bodies merged as his manhood slid into her slick channel. God, I could feel the moment in my own vagina just as though it was our first time. I guess Mike could, too; he jettisoned a load of his cum inside me. I was a happy camper all around.

The incestuous couple made love. There was no rush, and in fact I think they went slow in order to savor just what was happening and the milestone they’d achieved. I saw Bob and Trish watching the couple only a few feet from them.

A little later, as that was going on, Bob appeared next to me. We looked at each other, and then I was with him on a chaise, and he was inside me moving so that we’d achieve some real orgasms together.

DAVE

I know we were watched. I could even see Mel studying what Mary and I were doing - what my mother and her son were doing sexually together. We were fucking, having intercourse, and making love together. We even changed positions to be sure the others could see exactly and explicitly what was happening.

My viewpoint had shifted. Mel was right. If I thought well of this, it was a good thing happening. Mary wasn’t my mother; she was a highly desirable mature woman whom I loved. I made love to her in every way possible, and I told her about that love and how I’d held back my emotions and our physical interchange all these years. She confessed how she’d wanted me since I’d matured and become a man.

I gave her my juices and she accepted them with an eagerness I’d never felt from her before. We’d become lovers in every sense of the word. I soaked inside her soggy quim as we snuggled and cooed at each other.

I watched Mel with my father. He seemed more intense with her than I’d been with Mary. He had to have that ejaculation in my wife. When it came, the look on his face suggested his personal rapture had lifted him to another plane of existence. Mel looked pretty happy, too.

We broke for refreshments. Mary said, “I’m not exclusive, you know.”

I chuckled, “I do know. I put no restrictions on you. We are a loving group and depend on physical contact to help develop and grow that love on a regular basis.” Nothing further needed to be said.

Mike arrived after having been with Cindy. He and my mother sized each other up and then wordlessly went off together. Lisa came and claimed me. There was no mention of anything that might concern me. We had a wonderful time making love together, and then we lay connected and she told me a little about Brad’s and her wedding plans.

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Despite having been with additional partners, Mary slept in my arms. Mel and Bob also slept together. They were up before the children had roused us. After breakfast and a mental health check of my thinking, my parents headed home. We’d next see them the following weekend.

Anne came back Sunday for cocktails and dinner, and to meet Beth and Scott. Both kids liked her. We talked about all sorts of things, and then after the children went to bed, Anne wanted to explore boundaries and limits with Mel and me.

Anne was worried about what she called ‘loving Dave too much’. Mel laughed and I felt kind of embarrassed. Anne wanted to go ‘all in’ about me. Mel wisely explained about New Relationship Energy or NRE. Anne appreciated that and promised to let that play out over the next six to twelve months until she had a more realistic perspective about me and the relationships.

That discussion segued into talking about the group and Anne’s participation in the Sex Club. Anne also learned about Sex Club II or Group Two. She expressed interest in making an appearance there, too. We teased her about wanting some more new cock.

Anne worried about being too much of a slut, and that made Mel break out and almost roll on the floor in hilarious laughter. I laughed, too.

Mel said, “You’re almost like a saint, compared to me. Just a couple of examples to remind you of my activities. I went to Nashville for a real estate conference and fucked seven men - complete strangers - before I flew home four days later. I’ve done several feature porn videos, and a bunch of short videos that are all over the Internet. You think you’re a slut, try on those just for kicks.”

Anne waved dismissively, “Just so long as you both like me, and also your friends. After last night, I feel like I’m suddenly in the right place in my life. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that way before.

I went and hugged Anne and kissed her. She obviously liked that. Anne slept over in both Mel’s and my arms. She left the house early before the kids got up. I even got to the office early, and I certainly beat Anne in. Wee behaved ourselves in the office.

Anne spent Wednesday evening with us again, and stayed over so that I could fuck her. Mel introduced her to some sapphic sex by eating my jizz from her pussy. Anne watched every lick and suck carefully.

Mel snowballed with her. I had to explain what Mel wanted to do on the fly as Mel collected a critical mass of fluids and then moved up to kiss Anne.

When that little sex act was finished, Anne said, “You just opened a whole new world to me. I mean I knew about lesbians, but … I just didn’t know what women that were bisexual did.”

Mel explained about some of the intermissions in the Sex Club and what the women did, including a lot of lesbian-type activities like sixty-nine, scissoring or tribbing, and just good old oral sex. Anne broke into a grin, and asked, “Can I try right now on you?”

Mel was happy, and two seconds later, Anne had her head nestled in Mel’s pussy, as Mel gave her a little coaching about what she liked.

I left the two of them and went and spent the rest of the night making love to Cindy and Trish. I delivered a lot of comfort to them, since they worried about Anne taking over some of our prime time. I assured them that any changes they felt were temporary and we’d return to our normal soon.

MEL

Dave didn’t get over having his parents join our neighborhood Sex Club, the way he let on that Saturday night when they first joined us in group. After they left on Sunday, whenever he was alone with me, he’d make some statement, such as, “I can’t believe my parents are in this thing” or “My mind has been totally blown into space dust.” He chewed on that all week.

There were also some isolated comments such as, “I must be a mushroom. My own family keeps me in the dark and feeds me bullshit” or “Sometimes I feel like I have a family that doesn’t trust me.” Usually they were out of context, so I just let them fly by without comment.

Thursday evening, the children had been fed early and Dave, Cindy, Wendy, Trish, and I were having our meal at the kitchen table. Dave asked, “I’m getting used to the idea, but I do want to know what else they’ve done. I’m ready to hear that now.”

Mel said, “I think you should ask them. We could tell various perspectives on their behavior, but it’d best come from one of them, especially your mother.”

“Give me one thing,” he begged.

I thought about what he might have already seen on Saturday; “Okay. You’ll see for yourself soon enough. Mary is bisexual. She loves to eat pussy, and is damn good at it.”

Dave rolled his eyes, “Well, at least she has a lot of company in the Sex Club.”

“The two of them will be here Saturday. Mary is even taking the bus over first thing in the morning so she can join the Girls’ Coffee Club at Starbucks. I have to pick her up, and then we’ll have her for the rest of the day.

Wendy teased, “You should make love to her during the afternoon.”

He said, “The kids will be around.”

Cindy volunteered, “Trish and I can take them on some adventure, like that new playground in Paine Park.”

Dave was mute, but I could tell he was pondering the idea.

Dave then asked, “I take it that each of you made love with my father?”

All heads nodded.

“Okay. Thanks for the update. I’d been wondering about that, too.”

Cindy asked, “Are you jealous?”

“No,” he replied sharply. “I’ve been wondering how far out of the loop I’d been kept.” Dave’s voice raised in volume, “The answer appears to be VERY FAR OUT OF THE LOOP - AND THAT PISSES ME OFF.” He’d raised his voice on the key words. The children even heard him.

He went on, “The emotion that I’m really feeling is ANGER AT EACH OF YOU AND ANGER AT EVERYONE over the secrecy that went on behind the scenes for the past couple of MONTHS. My parents being in the Club is fine, I guess. Did anybody think that I might like to know What The Fuck was going on?!!?”

I tried to explain, “We wanted …”

Dave just gave each of a ‘Fuck you’ look. He jerked out of seat until he was standing, and the marched off without a word. He went off to his man cave apparently to do some finances, but I suspect he wanted to wallow in his annoyance at us. I’m sure everyone in the neighborhood heard the door slam.

I was surprised to discover the next morning, that Dave hadn’t slept with any of us. I thought he’d been with Cindy and Trish, but he hadn’t. He had an old sofa in his cave and had apparently slept on it. He did pass through our bedroom to shave and shower, and Wendy and I, who were in the bed just waking up, got a somewhat false smile from him coming and going.

Wendy said to me, I think he’s really mad.”

“I’m just starting to get that feeling,” I rued.

“I don’t think the issue is with his parents being in the Club, although that took him some time to get used to. The issue that’s bothering him is the deception you insisted on while the water got tested by the two of them with everybody else.”

Friday evening, Dave supposedly worked late and then spent the evening with Anne at her condominium. I knew that much because he sent a terse text to inform me of his whereabouts and that he was still angry. He didn’t come home.

I tried to think about how I could regain Dave’s attention, but wasn’t very successful.

I took my problem to the Coffee Club on Saturday morning. I noted that Anne was not there. That was not a good sign.

I poured out the situation to my BFFs, including Dave cozying up to Anne the night before.

Sarah asked, “I bet he’s not planning on coming tonight. He thinks we all betrayed him in some way.”

Ashley said, “I wondered when we were talking to Bob and Mary and not letting Dave know. It just seemed wrong at the time, and now I’m sorry that I went along with it. I’m sorry for where we’ve ended up, Mel. I want to help get back to our ‘normal’.”

I got pledges from everyone to help, but at that point nothing specific except to do a big mea culpa.

DAVE

I stewed about my parents being in the Sex Club, and even about having made love with my mother. Oddly enough, the sex and incest didn’t both me as much as the fact that Mel kept their audition for the Club a secret from me, and in the process got just about everyone else to go along with her idea to keep things from me.

The more I thought about what had happened the angrier I got. I tried to hide my anger starting on Sunday morning, but that idea lasted only a few days. By Thursday after my parent’s appearance at the Saturday evening orgy, I was ripping.

I got through dinner and then I couldn’t contain it any longer. I exploded. Husbands and fathers aren’t supposed to get ripping mad at anything. At least, that was the tape I had playing in my head. I left the scene, paid some bills, and then slept alone. I was too angry with the women in the house to cuddle up to any of them.

By Friday at work, Anne knew immediately that something seriously wrong, and she knew it wasn’t work. By mid-morning, I guess I’d been chewing nails and spitting rust, so she knew I was nursing a major beef. She came and sat beside me, “What’s going on? Did I do something?”

I laughed. I told her, “You are about the only person I know that didn’t do anything wrong. Everyone you met on Saturday is on my shit list.”

“Because of your parents being there?”

“Oddly, their presence didn’t bother me. Everyone, them included, kept the secret that they were circulating around talking to the people in our informal Club to see whether they could be considered for the roster. They even had sex with some of them, apparently, but I was kept in the dark.

“Those people are supposed to be my friends. You don’t keep a secret like that from a key person - me, in this situation. My wife is supposed to be on my side, and we’re supposed to be transparent and highly communicative with each other. Fuck her. She shit all over me by leading this membership drive with my parents. Any trust I had in her is gone. This makes me wonder about all sorts of things about her behavior.”

I told her about sleeping on my ratty old sofa.

Anne got me calmed down, but didn’t have any real perspective on the whys and wherefores of the secret. She’d just been at the gathering for the first time, and then watched my parents arrive and then my reaction. She knew I’d been miffed, but hadn’t seen how serious things were getting with my anger.

I worked an hour later than usual and was surprised to find Anne still at her desk. She gave me a look as though to ask whether I had calmed down.

I said, “I don’t want to go home.”

“You can come home with me, but you have to tell Mel where you are and why.”

I sent the family a terse message about where I was.

I didn’t think that I was very good company, but Anne loved and comforted me anyway. Eventually, we did make love and then slept.

Saturday, I helped Anne with some projects around her apartment. I was in a better mood, but hadn’t come to any great resolutions for my anger. I chewed on whether to go to the evening’s gathering or not, and quickly decided that my absence would at least make a statement, although some might see it as me throwing a tantrum.

While Mel was at her Coffee Club, I went to the house and packed up some overnight stuff that I’d been missing. I saw Beth and Scott and explained that I had to be away for a few days, but that I still loved them. Willow was babysitting, and I tried to be friendly to her.

I hung around Anne’s condo, took her to dinner, and then we went to a movie. I stayed overnight again. I’d turned my phone off. I expected to be besieged with messages for not coming to the Sex Club gathering.

I turned the phone back on Sunday morning. The device practically blew up with phone, text, and email messages from everyone. They were all about the same: ‘We’re sorry we made you angry. Please come and join us.’ And later after the Saturday festivities ended, ‘OMG, we’re not the same without you. Please forgive us. We love you.’

Mel wrote one message: ‘I’m so sorry. I love you. Please come home. We need to talk. Me.’

Anne read them as we sat in her living room. She said, “What are you going to do?”

I said, “I don’t know. I just feel like my wife, lovers, parents, and friends shit all over me.”

Anne said, “You know that was not their intent. I’m sure they thought they were doing the right thing, and even creating a pleasant surprise for you. At worst, I bet they didn’t think much about not telling you what was happening.”

I shrugged.

“Come on. We’re going to walk the beach.”

Anne and I drove to Lido and the walked for nearly two hours. We didn’t talk all that much but I did decide that I had to go home.

I weighed a lot of unpleasant things I could do. Divorce? What, and lose my family. Not even on the map of possibilities, unless that’s what Mel wants. Isolation? Even though I’m mad at everyone, I still love them. What a Gordian knot. I knew that my emotions would cool over time. Maybe this was all just a short-term problem.

Chapter 36 - Reconciliation

MEL

Dave had walked out. Well, he actually didn’t come home Friday. He stayed with Anne, which under normal circumstances would have been fine with me.

I started crying on Friday evening, and unfortunately that activity was contagious, because soon Cindy, Trish, and Wendy were joining in.

Trish sobbed, “We all fucked up. We should have told him. He should have been involved.”

I communicated with Mary, Dave’s mother and told her what was going on. She wasn’t all that happy with what we’d all done either. Apparently, Bob had later told her, “Told you so.”

Everyone at the Saturday Coffee Club was sympathetic and also felt guilty that they’d also been part of the plot. Sarah told how Jim just about insisted on us telling Dave, but gave in under pressure.

When I got home, I learned from Willow, who’d been babysitting the kids while we were out at coffee, that Dave had come home. I looked around, and realized that he’d taken a bunch of his clothing and toiletries.

Learning that he packed away some stuff sent me on a downward spiral. I collapsed on the floor right after Willow left and started some serious crying. Dave may have left for good. Oh, how I fucked up.

Dave’s mother spent the afternoon with us at the house, and we were an unhappy lot. The children wondered what had happened, and all we could really tell them was the truth: we’d kept a secret from daddy, and when he found out that we hadn’t told him ‘something important’, he got mad at us.

Beth asked, “Are you going to get divorced?”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I broke into near hysterical sobbing that didn’t stop until midnight. Fortunately, the girls took care of the kids. I was a serious basket case.

The Saturday night party was supposed to be at Ken and Ashley’s home. I let her know that none of us were up to attending. Later, she let me know that the whole thing got cancelled.

Bob did arrive in late afternoon, and joined our morose group. He even shed his own tears about how this distanced himself from his son.

We had pizzas and a sub delivered only our appetites were just about nil. We ended putting most of the dinner in the refrigerator. That made me miss Dave even more, so I cried some more.

This was all my fault. I had to take the blame for everyone. If I hadn’t of said something, they would have mentioned what was going on, and all would be good. I was the big ‘fuck up’.

There was no sign of Dave or even a communication from him on Saturday. I did get a two-word text from Anne: ‘Trust me’. I think that was to signal that she was not out to steal my husband, and that she was working on him to get over his anger. We’d see.

I was awake more of the night Saturday, wallowing in my mistake and self-pity. Sunday morning, things looked even bleaker. Beth and Scott wanted to know where daddy was. My words of explanation did not really sit well.

Dave’s mother and I had a long talk. Basically, the two of us had to sit with Dave and take responsibility for what had happened. We had to apologize like we’d never apologized for anything else before in our life. We had to explain and hope for a sliver of forgiveness.

I sobbed, “If he ever comes home.” That just set us all off again.

At five o’clock, I heard the electric garage door open. Oh, God, Dave was coming. He was home. He’d come back. He’d come to the house.

I collapsed in the middle of the kitchen and started to sob again. I couldn’t even see through my tears.

Dave came in from the garage and looked at me in a puddle on the floor.

I kept saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” And then I changed to “I love you; I love you; I love you.” I went back to “I’m sorry,” and then “Please don’t leave us.”

Dave announced in a level tone, “I’m not leaving you. Come on, get up.”

Dave’s mother was whimpering in a corner of the kitchen. She got out, “We want to apologize … in a big way.” Bob just pointed at his wife to signal that he agreed with that sentiment.

Cindy, Trish, and Wendy were all holding back as a trio of wet faced, red-eyed, young women. I held my arms open and the three of them were there hugging me in a split-second.

The trio started the ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘We love you’ chant.

Mary came over a knelt on the floor next to me. We snuffled and took a minute to stop absolutely sobbing wildly. Dave looked flummoxed about what to do.

I held my hand up. “My turn to talk, please,” I squeaked out between gasps for air.

I noted that Anne had come in behind Dave. They both looked grave and serious, but then he had hugged the girls and said he wasn’t leaving us.

I started in, “This whole situation is on me. I’m to blame. I was the one that insisted on secrecy. I knew you be miffed, but I had no idea you’d be so angry. I know that I hurt you and blew away the trust that we’ve developed in our marriage to share and tell each other feelings, events, and everything else.

“I know you’re upset, and I promise to do everything in my power to make you feel good about us again - about all of us, not just me. I’m so sorry that I hurt you. This is all on my shoulders. When we started, I thought it would be cute to have your parents appear as they did a week ago. I wanted their presence in the Sex Club to be a surprise - a good surprise, and one that you’d welcome.

“Now, I see the other side of what I did. I withheld important family and close-friend information from you just so my ego could get a boost by the revelation. I admit that I took you for granted, about how you’d react, about how you’d process things, and … just everything that happened.

“Moreover, I know that you hate to be left out of things. I know you have that insecurity and I purposefully ignored how you’d then feel when you learned that everyone else knew, and had for a couple of months, about what was going on.

I blubbered my way through my small speech. Dave listened.

I went on, “I promise from this moment forward that I will be as transparent as a pane of glass. I will tell you everything going on. I will over-communicate. I’ll need your help. I’ll try to remove any filters I have for telling you things. I’ll try to teach myself to know when I start taking you for granted. Just please let me try.”

Dave said flatly, “Did you learn anything?”

“Oh, God, yes. All those things I just said. I never want to be in this position again. I thought you were leaving us for good.” I burst out crying again and then tried to smother my sobbing and tears with a dishtowel.

DAVE

After listening to Mel’s apology and pleas for mercy and her resolutions, I went through the same thing with my mother. She was as repentant as Mel, and volunteered to do anything I wanted in order to resolve things and move us back to normal.

Mary said she drop out of the Club and never interfere again. I quietly said, “That’s not necessary, especially after you worked so hard to get in.”

“But I’ll give all that up as lost effort, if we can just reconcile with you.”

I pulled both women up to standing positions, and hugged each of them. The hugs seemed to turn on the water spigots again, but they slowed after a minute. My shirt was getting soaked on either side. I saw how they’d gotten into the ‘worst case scenario’ that I would ditch all of them.

I got Mel, Mary, and the others seated in chairs, and then the doorbell rang.

I went to the front door, since everyone except Anne in the kitchen was still blubbering in some way.

On my front stoop stood Jim, Sarah, Ken, Ashley, Mike, and Bridget. They looked glum as all fuck. I didn’t say anything right away.

Jim said, “I’m the spokesperson for all of us, even those that couldn’t be here this instant. We saw you drive into the garage, so hoped to see you.

“We came to offer our sincerest apologies for our part in your anger and frustration about the secret of your parents’ joining our group. Deep in our hearts, we knew that keeping something that significant from you was an unwise thing to do, and it has turned out worse than we might even have dreamed.

“We were captivated by the idea of the Big Reveal a week ago. We could see you were shocked, but some of us saw right away how terrible you felt about being kept out of the loop on something that affected all of us.

“Our intent is to never do something like this again. We want to remain you best friends, lovers, and neighbors. Please except our commitment to you and to making this right.”

The women in the group had tears streaming down their faces that they kept blotting with a wadge of tissues they held in their hands.

I nodded. “Thank you for coming. I am not leaving Mel or any of you, although it will take a bit for me to get back on the level of trust and comradeship after all this went down, as it did. I’ll be around as usual, and I’ll be up for some more talk about this, so it doesn’t happen again, not just to me, but to any of us.”

Jim put his hand out and I shook it and nodded symbolically to the others. He said, “Thank you. We’ll leave you to your family. I know they’ve been devastated by your absence and their recognition of what they did.”

Each one waved weakly and stated some greeting and apology. I waved and they headed off as a group towards Ken’s house. I shut the door and went back to the kitchen. People were pulling themselves together.

Mel hung on me and hugged me tightly for over a minute, lest I get away again. The girls were in line, and then my mother.

I suggested some wine and that became the order of the moment, since it was cocktail time. Anne gave me a wink. She thought all this was going just the way it should. She’d speculated what would happen once we got to the house, so I was somewhat prepared.

Anne had brought in the few items that I’d gotten on Saturday morning. She parked those in our dining room, and then huddled with the girls - Cindy, Trish, and Wendy - about dinner.

I was surprised that no one really asked me any questions. I chalked that up to everyone wanting to be solicitous and not put me on the spot, including about my parents’ membership in our Sex Club.

Mel finally did ask me, “Will you sleep with me tonight?”

I said, “Yes. I like my own bed. Mary should join us, too.”

No one even blinked at my statement that my wife and mother should join me in bed. I wanted to make things right between us again. As much as they’d miscalculated, I had called them out on it.

I rarely referred to it, but if I was married to a harem, there was a hierarchy. My primary was Mel, and everyone knew that. She also was at the top of the pecking order with the other girls.

Cindy had been with us the longest, and sometimes, I even thought of her as having been with us for all the years she merely babysat. She my Number 2 wife. Trish was Number 3, and Wendy was Number 4. Nobody minded, and the hierarchy rarely got mentioned or invoked in any manner.

With my mother now in the Club, and probably sleeping over a night or two occasionally, I might have to revise the pecking order, at least for sleeping arrangements. She could be Wife Number 5 on those special nights.

The sleeping order, that I’d upset by being two nights away with Anne, was usually Mel and one or two of the girls, although that got broken up and Mel went off with one of the girls, and I’d have the other two in bed with me.

We were a sexual group. I tried to please my bed partners with orgasms, and they certainly returned the favor. We all slept well, usually, with all that stress released.

I made love that night to both the women in my bed. We didn’t talk much, but their actions showed a huge amount of contrition and desire to please, not only me, but each other so that I could watch.

Mel’s action with other women I had seen many times before, but Mary’s, I had not. I had done Mel first, and then Mary was on her, kissing, sucking, and then snowballing the result with my wife. Had I ever imagined that my mother was a cum slut?

When Mel returned the favors about forty minutes later, Mary did say a few words about the pleasure she was feeling and then they snowballed again. I found that really hot. We slept well, and as I cuddled their naked bodies to mine, I felt tears from both of them on my chest.

I realized over night that I should probably take some steps to reintegrate into the Sex Club, especially so everyone was as ‘normal’ as we ever were by Saturday night. I had Anne set up appointments with each person or couple in the Club, my treat if there were meals or a drink involved.

My lunch on Monday was with Evan and Bridget. We went to a restaurant named Cards. The place featured playing cards all over the place, including some very racy card backs posted in the men’s room.

There was a short discussion where they apologized, and then I forced the discussion to more mundane topics. That evening, Mel and I went out to dinner with Ken and Ashley. Tuesday breakfast, I met Neal, and then had lunch with Mandy as he babysat.

The rest of the week went equally well, and I think I got things (and me) back on cue.

MEL

I was a basket case, but tried to hide it after Dave came home. I knew that I’d fucked up, and just held on as things slowly got better. He met with everyone else in our group, and then even touched base on Friday at dinner with Group 2. A few of them had heard what was going on and wondered. He didn’t stay for the sexual part of the evening.

He brought back home some juicy gossip on Friday. Adelle had brought a new man into that group, Jerry Hendricks. Jerry was Adelle’s half-brother, thus they had different last names, but the same mother. I think Dave felt better about his own incestuous relationship, even though it was a different arrangement.

Saturday morning, we had perfect attendance at the Girls’ Coffee Club - eleven of us: Ashley, Sarah, Cindy, Trish, Wendy, Bridget, Mandy, Lisa, Anne, Mary, and me. I made my apologies to the group for getting everyone in trouble with Dave, and that seemed to be the end of it. Mary also took some of the blame. Everyone there had met with Dave over the past five days.

Ashley then said, “I would like to share some news. Mike has joined our family as a permanent member. Most of you know that he’s been a favored visitor at our house, just the way Cindy, Trish, and Wendy started with the Jansons. Well, we made it official last night.

Ash held up her left hand and there were two engagement-type rings there instead of only the traditional wedding set.

Everyone applauded and asked what that meant. Ash explained that she now had two husbands. She commented that she was having more sex than ever before, providing the Saturday party got back on track. She also explained how the threesome was an evolving event, and there had even been some sexy interaction between Ken and Mike, but both were trying to avoid the ‘gay’ label. She assured everyone that as far as the Sex Club was concerned, there’d be no changes to their involvement.

After the coffee and various discussions about the evening’s shared meal, Mary and I went grocery shopping and then took our load of food back to the house.

The party was at our place that evening. Other than some straightening, the place was ready. Cindy, Trish, and Wendy each felt that keeping a neat and clean house was part of their contribution to the menage living in the home. We’d also started to get Beth in the mode of helping out.

There’d been a division of labor between the group for various jobs: trash and recycling, vacuuming various areas, cleaning bathrooms, outdoor mowing, pool maintenance, patio cleaning, laundry, and more. Dave and I did an odd job now and then, but we had been told that they had the rest under control. Of course, if we saw some deficiency we were to speak up.

By six p.m., our patio was full of people milling around, drinking, and munching on little tidbits that had been prepared by various people. I was relaxed about everything because the girls told me that everything was ready and all I need to do was socialize.

Ron Tensen came up to me and asked for a moment of my time. I took this to mean on his docket to do some more porn. I was only partially right.

Ron said, “You expect me to ask you to do another Dixie Sparks video, I know. And that hasn’t changed, but I have an additional request. I’ve had several requests to have Dixie make personal appearances. Their scattered around the country, and so far, you haven’t done any. Just so you know, I mentioned this to Dave when we had a beer on Thursday.”

I asked, “What’s involved? What do I have to do?”

“Well, you show up at the venue, which would mostly likely be either a strip club or an adult bookstore or theater. You’d dress sexy, make an appearance, comment about how great it was fucking the guys in the videos they might be showing, and then sit at a table and hawk your DVD videos, maybe autographing the insert or case with a Sharpie pen. When things get quiet, you leave.”

“Am I alone?

“No. I’d go with you on the first few trips and see whether you think you could handle it alone. Dave or someone else of your choice could go, too. You’d get ten bucks for each video that you sold. Some of the girls that did this in the past could clear $500 on a good night with lots of advance PR about them being there.”

I shook my head, “The money is nice, but not a lure. On the other hand, meeting some of the men that think I’m hotter than sin sounds like fun.” I grinned.

Ron said, “Before you ask, there is absolutely no expectation that you have sex with any of them, nor the sponsors at each site. Anything you do would be purely up to you.”

“As you might expect, I’d like to avoid this geography.”

Ron nodded, “I expected that. You take enough risk of recognition just walking around normally. The nearest place is actually up in Tallahassee. Then the next nearest sites are a few in Alabama and two in Georgia.”

“Fly? Drive?”

Ron said, “I was thinking of driving, although we lose a day coming and going from here. I’ll have some boxes of DVDs, too.”

“What if I had a friend with a small plane?”

“In my dreams,” he said and made a pleasing gesture at the sky with both hands.

I made a gesture to wait a minute and then pulled Brad away from a conversation he was having with the Londons. I brought him back to where Ron still stood.

I said, “Brad, Ron here is asking me to make some appearances to hawk my DVDs up in northern Florida, Georgia, and Alabama area, for starters. I have to go to strip clubs or adult stories to do this. Instead of losing a full-day of travel at the start and end of the tour, is there any chance you have business or something in that area, and could fly us up in your plane. I remember Lisa raving about how nice it was to fly in it. We’d have some cargo.”

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