The Extended Family - Book 4

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2007-2025 by Robert Wolf

Chapter 61 - Celebrity Contact

My book, Others, had finally made it to Columbus over the summer. Writing and publishing a book is a bit like running a gauntlet, with many of the hurdles painful and unpleasant to endure. The good part is the forward progress towards having a book on the open market and getting some recognition for the hard work. The painful parts consist of some aspects of the research, the rewriting, the re-re-re-re-writing of the same chapter for the fifth or even the tenth time because what is clear to you is not clear to your editor.

Chris was my first-line editor - at least, the initial line of defense for the publisher. I had to compartmentalize the work she was doing on my book, so that I didn’t develop feelings of animosity to her after she insisted on yet another ‘fresh look’ at a particular chapter.

I rewrote the section on cheating twelve times in order to get the tone of the thing in line with other parts of the book. We were trying to keep it judgment free as far as the writing was concerned, yet address the range of emotions that might result if one of the Others that came into a relationship was unsanctioned by the other partner or partners.

I had to rewrite parts of the book because I’d already made the same points in my book on Polyamory or my book on Relationships. I could reference them, but not repeat or paraphrase large portions of part of those books.

Paul Davies, my publisher and friend in Columbus, invited me to come up for a week. There were multiple features to my trip. First, I’d meet with a second tier of editors, and do a final scrub through the book. That would take two days, since they would have read the book and had questions and comments before I got there. They would have also been talking with Chris about some of their editing points, especially continuity.

On the trip, I would also make an appearance on the Maggie Moore Show. This would be advance PR for the Others book, as well as a chance to goose up the sales of the Polyamory and Relationship books. I felt relaxed about that kind of thing with Maggie now. I figured that sometime during the trip, I’d have some intimate time with Maggie, too.

Paul’s wife was Eleanor. She was a hot older lady, in every definition of the words. Eleanor loved me, and she loved making love with me and she made no bones about it. If I stayed with Paul, as I was supposed to do, I suspected that I’d be in a romantic tryst with her a good part of the evenings and overnight hours.

Eleanor was a bigwig in the media company that franchised the Maggie Moore Show. She had other lovers, too; just as Paul did. Maggie’s husband, Gary, was also in the mix, and a frequent lover of Eleanor, his boss at the media company.

That brought me to still another reason for my visit. Paul’s mistress Marjorie or Marge wanted time with me, too. We resonated on the same frequency, and being intimate sexual partners was part of our vibrations. She had a friend, Joel, that fronted for her so that she didn’t scandalize Paul’s life. Joel also like fucking Eleanor, and that made some of their get-togethers a little easier to conduct.

Marge had a child that was almost two years old. I likely fathered the child, although no one had ever said anything further to me about that since Marge dropped that possibility on me shortly after she found out she was pregnant. Marge tolerated my frequent calls and inquiries about the child.

Chris had a similar ‘to do’ list for a trip to Columbus, and mostly she wanted some face time with Paul who was both a boss and a lover. She was my companion on the flights to Columbus.

Upon arrival, I learned my book, Others, had made it through the gauntlet without my presence and was going to press. I suddenly had the galley proofs to review - another tedious task. Everything had looked good on my home computer, but I had to read every word one more time using all the tricks I had to maintain attention. I had planned for a week.

Chris and I arrived at Paul and Eleanor’s house on Sunday afternoon. We were fresh from our two weekend nights of Extended Family Orgies, so weren’t in great need.

Paul and Eleanor, on the other hand, were both cranked up sexually and could hardly wait to bed the two of us. Further, they wanted to be in the same room with each other so they could taunt each other with the sexual encounters. Chris and I didn’t mind in the least, and we let ourselves be used.

We had drinks and dinner and then quickly got to their sexual agenda. We were through about an hour later, and slipped into some robes for further conversation. We used the time to update Paul and El on the membership and activities of the Extended Family. As usual, they were fascinated and asked a lot of questions.

El was entranced hearing about Jake from Chris, and how he was blending into the Family. Paul hadn’t met him face-to-face, but was moving his Self-Renewal book through his company’s publishing gauntlet. El made him promise to bring Jake to Columbus and to the house for dinner and ‘whatever’. We laughed, knowing what El wanted.

At her request, I slept with Eleanor. Chris gave me a wink as she went off to the guest room with Paul.

Monday, at Paul’s office, Chris went off to work her agenda for the trip, and I settled in with Paul to be sure I had my own plan and expectations for the week. He dropped a book in front of me with a flashy cover on it that showed a couple holding hands with another woman. This was a pre-publication copy of ‘Others’ - my book.

I grinned. “What’s the plan?” I asked.

Paul chuckled, “You work and I count all the money?”

He then added, “Seriously, you work on the galleys today and tomorrow. I want you to meet with Alan and Susan about follow-on books. They have some ideas, and I’m sure you do.

“Wednesday afternoon, as you did before, you’re going to appear on the Maggie Moore Show. She’s really psyched to have you again. The audience will get advance copies of your book, so you might spend some time autographing the pre-pub versions. We’ll take care of getting them to the studio.

We have a gathering at the house that night, including a special guest who’ll also be on Maggie’s show with you - John Wynston. Eleanor also has plans to bed Mr. Wynston that evening, so you can watch her seduction possibly with the same interest in it that I have.

I told him, “John Wynston is Lynn and Karen’s favorite Hollywood star. They will be so envious that they weren’t here just to meet him, let alone to lure him into their beds.”

Paul chuckled, “You’ll find John very personable. Maybe you lure him to Florida so your whole Extended Family can meet and fall in love with him. Since his divorce from Rhonda Stevens, he’s on the market. You’ll discover that you and he think alike in many ways. He’s not quite the man you think of based on all the publicity and scandal sheets. He’s a pretty mellow, and lovable chap.”

I settled into a vacant conference room after that meeting and starting reading proofs from my book. I also got about seventy of the pre-publication copies of the Others book autographed for Maggie’s audience.

Just before lunch, I was interrupted by a flash in a black business suit that rushed into the room and kissed me repeatedly. Marjorie! I finally got a word in, “Well, hello to you, too.”

“I’ve missed you. You need to write faster and more prolifically so you are here more often, and so I can make love to you. You know I love you.”

“I love you, too. You didn’t know I was coming?”

“Paul kept it a secret until five minutes ago, the devil. I would have come to his house last night if I’d known. Eleanor got you instead, I guess.”

“Maybe he wants his mistress all to himself?” I speculated.

“That’s a no no, for us; and you do know that. I’m still dating Joel, and he doesn’t mind sharing me with Paul … or you.”

“How’s Joel’s Internet business going? I haven’t kept track of it.”

“He’s getting ready for another round of funding and that moves him closer to an IPO. The vectors are all up, up, and away. He’s just hired a director of marketing, and without all the pushing in the marketplace, he has amassed about fifty-thousand customers pretty much by word of mouth. Right after the first of the year, expect things to takeoff.”

I grinned, “I want to invest.”

“Talk to him Wednesday night. We’ll be at Paul’s evening party.”

“John Wynston is coming, too.”

Marge grinned. “I’ve already had the honors with the man. He’s hot and a great fuck. Chris will love him, and so will Eleanor. He seems to be Mr. Endurance, so he’s a favorite with the ladies in California I would guess. You’ll like him, too; he’s very approachable and friendly. He’s also very well informed.”

Marge and Joel joined us that night at Paul’s house for a pizza dinner, and then some playing around.

Wednesday was the ‘Big Day’. I again discovered that I could get nervous before appearing on a television show. Maggie gave me a big kiss before things started and that helped. Chris had also come to be in the front row of the audience. She was cool, calm, and collected. She didn’t have to ‘sparkle’ in front of 20-million viewers of the afternoon show. Marge and Eleanor were there, too.

I was on early in the show and then stayed for the rest of the day as Maggie’s counterpart. I got lots of plugs in for my earlier books on Polyamory and Relationship, and certainly for the new book Others.

Maggie acted really interested in the theme of the new book. She had dozens of great questions that I fielded. At one point, she told the audience that she knew I lived in an ‘Extended Family’ - a polyamorous family. She said that one of my partners was in the audience and took a hand microphone and went to where Chris was sitting. Chris stood and briefly looked panicked. I thought, ‘So much for cool, calm, and collected.’

Chris got a few basic questions from Maggie about how big the family was, and how often we were all together. Chris explained that six of us lived in my house - me and five women, and that over a dozen or more were nearby or even neighbors, and then we had other friends that were farther afield. She commented that we always tried to eat together if we could, especially on the weekends.

After talking with Chris, Maggie took the show to station break. She rushed back to the center stage and I moved down one seat per her instructions. As the two-minute break came to an end, Maggie made a big fuss about John Wynston’s introduction and his new movie ‘Target’.

John came out from the side stage and he and Maggie kissed. She fawned over the man so much I had to laugh and so did he. Finally, she cut to the trailer for the film, which ran just over 90 seconds. Everyone applauded after all the bombs, booms, and bangs shown in the trailer.

John had a smoothness about his motions that made them hard to describe, especially given the ‘wham bam’ action hero role he’d portrayed in his new movie. He was tanned and did have a rugged look about him. He probably hadn’t shaved for a few days, but the shadow looked good on him and made him as hunky as my friend Jake. John was over six-feet tall and pretty buff. He had to be for the movie roles he did. He was also very photogenic.

Maggie then asked what I thought was a potentially embarrassing question. “John, how was it working with your leading lady - your recent wife Rhonda Stevens?”

John didn’t even blink the way I would have. He grinned. “We had no problem working together, although we kept different social calendars. Much like Jim Rice, here,” he gestured at me, “I’ve come to realize that I need a polyamorous environment around me. Rhonda didn’t agree, and after many long talks we dissolved our marriage. We remain good friends. Our marriage was meant to last five years, and it did.”

Maggie then asked, “Have you set up an Extended Family, the way Jim has? Are you ‘poly-ing’?” She laughed at her coined word.

John shook his head. “Not yet, but I’m looking.” He looked out at the most female audience and posed, “Any volunteers?”

The audience erupted with shrieks of joy and shouts of ‘Yes, take me;’ or ‘I’m available’. He laughed and waved dismissively. He said, “I’m on the Internet, as some of my fans know. I’ll watch for your emails.”

On a whim, I said, “Of course, you could come to Florida and become part of my Family. We’d love to have your company.” We all laughed at that.

Maggie then returned to questions about the film and how it was made. John slipped back into the role of the consummate actor plugging the film and also expressing his thanks for his stunt double. I made an occasional follow-up question to justify my presence on the stage.

After the show, John, Chris, and I rode out to Paul’s home with Maggie in her limousine. She dismissed the car for the night, so I figured out we were going to be having a lot of fun.

Maggie’s husband Gary rode with Marge to the house. Paul was already there working the bar as we all arrived. Eleanor was right behind us along with Joel. As we stood around, I took advantage of the time to talk to Joel about his investment needs. He explained and I asked whether I could ‘buy in’ in some way. He looked surprised and said yes. I named a number and he accepted instantly. I gave him a card and asked him to send the banking information I needed to wire him the money. I also asked for some official paperwork that would keep the IRS happy, just in case. If he was going public, he’d need that anyway.

John had drifted over and also ended up equaling my investment in Joel’s Internet start-up. I suspected that for John the amount was small change, but Joel looked like we’d just tossed him two lifelines that he desperately needed.

Caterers arrived and set up a nice table as we chatted in Paul’s library, an impressive room containing several rare books that he proudly displayed. While we talked, John told me that Maggie had sent him copies of my two earlier books and that he’d read them.

“Jim, I wish I’d had those books ten years ago, the Polyamory book especially. I would have much different discussions with my ex-wife about where our relationship and relationships would go. I’m afraid I am the bad guy in our divorce, not because I cheated but because I realized I had a completely different model of what a marriage or partnership was about. I want more people around me to live with and to love.”

I said, “I’m serious about the invitation I threw out during our broadcast. Come take a look at our Family. After a few of my partners get over their hero worship, some of which you see happening here, they are a good group and I think you’d like them. I assume you don’t want constant idolization.”

“God, no. I can get that in Hollywood. I want that poly environment, and, you should know, I am probably the horniest guy in the country.”

I laughed, “Nope, I’m sure we’ve got you beat - and I include the women in that assessment.”

“Sarasota, right?”

“Yep. Nice little international airport. If you need larger, Tampa International is an hour away. Small city. Very artsy. Indie film festival in April. Winter population is around a half-million or so. Pricey real estate, however.”

John looked interested. I showed him some of the R-rated pictures taken during the day, mostly on my home’s back patio and pool deck. I told him about each person, looking for signs of boredom, but he really wanted to hear about them.

I had an idea. “John, my partners Lynn and Karen are really big fans of yours. If you’re willing, could I gift you to them for Christmas. You show up and you’re theirs for whatever they want to do with you. I promise you won’t be disappointed.” I flashed up a photo of the two of them, both topless, smiling for the camera with their arms around each other and looking very fetching. He already knew about their jobs and some background from my earlier remarks.

John nodded. “Christmas can’t come fast enough. Yes. I’ll do it gladly. How about I come down the day after Christmas?”

I got Chris to swear she’d keep the secret and John and I swapped contact information so we could complete arrangements for his trip and visit. Right after that, John made an offer, and Chris went off with him.

The rest of the night, both John and I distinguished ourselves my making love to all the women present. The other men were there, of course, but for some reason I got the feeling that we were the centerpieces of the week. Later, Chris did give me a report that John rated an ‘A+’ in her book as a partner and lover.

Maggie was especially loving with me. I felt flattered given that only a few feet away she could have gone for a repeat session with a movie star. We spent an hour together on a futon in Paul’s living room. The place was an orgy scene, but it was so much fun and so arousing to just look around and see one’s friends having some delightful sex with somebody else that you knew.

I saw Chris in the kitchen with John telling him more about our Extended Family’s weekend orgies when everyone would show up at the house. His eyes were wide with disbelief, and he had a look of eagerness on his face. I guessed that a person that could clearly display that kind of emotion would be a good actor as well.

The next day everyone from the previous night’s party enjoyed a large breakfast at Paul’s house. We then scattered to the winds. John headed back to L.A. Maggie was jetting to Chicago for a special show that afternoon. Chris headed down to see Jake in Texas and help him pack up, and I headed to St. Louis to reconnect with my other Extended Family.

Ann picked me up at Lambert Field Airport. We were at the large house less than an hour later, and, to my surprise, she took me right to bed. We laughed and played together, and I found ways to please her. We finished up our sexual romp just before the school bus dropped off many of the kids in the family a block away. She was dressed and at the door to greet each of them and remind them that I was there for a few days.

That evening was a large family dinner. The OSO’s or Other Significant Others also came, so Matt, Aaron, Rene, and Bridget joined Ann, Toby, Jared, and Janice, along with children on the periphery. Of course, Amber and Tracy were in Florida. I’d had them in my bed on Saturday night after our regular party.

After dinner, I read from my new book Others, specifically, some of the passages I’d written that referred in a disguised way to their Extended Family and the OSO’s. They’d all laugh and make teasing sounds. Sometimes, I’d insert a word or sentence that wasn’t in the book, but make it seem that way; usually, something that would be extremely embarrassing or arousing but tied to the speakers name in text. Everyone would then tease that person in some way. We were having fun and I’d admit my taunt.

The group seemed hornier than usual. I was directed to fuck all the women, and, fortunately they each didn’t have the expectation that I’d finish with them each time. I spent a loving night with Janice and we reconnected in a meaningful way before sleeping.

I did my meditation in the morning, and spent the morning with Bridget and the afternoon with Rene. We kind of repeated the prior evening that night, and then I left Saturday morning for Sarasota.

My flight home consisted of two hops - the first to Atlanta, and then a flight to Sarasota. I was at my gate in Atlanta a little early so I sat reading on my iPad. A young woman came up and asked for my autograph. She said that she’d seen me on television on the ‘Moore for You’ Show three days earlier, was a fan of my books, and had read Polyamory and Relationships, and that they had helped her immeasurably with building her life and relationship philosophy and then how she formed relationships. I was amazed at how articulate she was in only a few sentences. Not only was she pretty, but she was brilliant.

I fortunately had one pre-publication copy in my bag left over from the Maggie Moore Show. I pulled that out, wrote a more personalized dedication of the book to Heather - her name, and then presented her the book explaining about the pre-publication copy. She gushed her gratitude for many minutes.

She was traveling alone to Sarasota, as I was. I suggested that we sit together. Heather looked amazed that someone famous - me - would deign to sit with her or even pay her any more attention than her request had created. She said yes, of course. A trip to the ticket desk put our seat assignments together on the not-too-busy flight.

Heather was a pretty mid-thirties brunette with hair to the middle of her back. She was tall, trim, slightly busty, and wore glasses that gave her a sexy librarian look that appealed to me.

As we got onboard the plane, I asked, “What takes you to Sarasota?”

She smiled, “Job interview with WSRQ-TV. They need a new weather girl. I have degrees in meteorology and a little public appearance experience in that regard, so I’m hoping I make the final cut and get the job on this trip. I’d love to live in the south. Did I mention that I’m from Northern Michigan? They have pictures of my hometown in the dictionary next to the definition of ‘fucking cold’.”

I couldn’t contain my laughter at that remark. I had been to Lansing in the winter, and she was right.

Heather added, “I’m interviewing tomorrow, even though it’s a Saturday. I know I’m seeing the station manager or owner, and a couple of other people - the news anchors, I think. If I get good vibes about the job and the people, I was going to spend Sunday looking at area housing.”

I resisted pushing the relationship further until I knew more about Heather, at that point. There were an increasing number of congruent points between us and even the Extended Family that I could see, however.

We talked about Sarasota weather including how the main city had ducked hurricane after hurricane for the past hundred years or more. She already knew that and even added to some of the lore about the place. She told me that John Ringling, the circus owner, had researched the area before moving the circus there a hundred years earlier. He had learned about how bad weather kind of avoided the area - at least near the main city.

I teased her about how her name Heather rhymed with weather. She rolled her eyes, but said that fact was one of her competitive advantages for the job. She thought there could be some marketing ploy the station could use to promote her part of the news broadcasts.

As Heather got to speak about the weather, I got a heavy dose of her enthusiasm for the weather topic. I could readily see how she’d be a good pick for the weather person on the channel. I also got the feeling that she was innovative and would look for ways to stimulate viewership.

“What about other duties that go with the job?”

Heather lit up. “Oh, I think I know what you mean - public appearances and such. First off, I don’t need my glasses all the time; I have contact lenses I can wear so I look a little prettier.” She took off her specs and flashed me a winning smile. She was indeed prettier without the dark rims.

“Second, I love kids. I think part of the duties involves interacting with the school systems in the various grades to talk about weather and related phenomena. I have some show-and-tell experiments I can do in front of a class to make clouds, rain, snow, and even sleet happen on a desktop. I’ve only done some of those in my own kitchen, but I can offer those up, plus, of course, short lectures on weather topics. I can be a great ambassador for the TV station.” She positively sparkled as she spoke. I could see her delightful personality coming through.

I posed, “And adults?”

“Errr, I haven’t done much with adult audiences - anything really. The northern Michigan station where I’ve been working wanted me on premises and not running around giving free lectures. I would think that some adults down here who aren’t familiar with the usual weather patterns might like to hear a lecture on the subject. What do you think?”

I nodded, “I know I would. Weather fascinates me. Don’t forget that you’ll have a lot of pilots watching your show, too. Many airline pilots live in Sarasota.”

She nodded, “Thanks for the heads up. Of course, I studied aeronautical meteorology.”

After we were in our seats, I picked up my phone and texted one of my neighbors, Ken Healy, who was the station owner at WSRQ-TV. Ken was a friend to Nancy - my late wife - and me, but we’d drifted along without communicating much for the past year or two. I told him that I’d run into Heather Watts and was on a flight with her. I told him that I was impressed with the woman and just wanted to add my recommendation about her for the job. I didn’t know whether it would have any impact. Later, I found out that it did.

Ken replied, ‘Thanks for update. See you at block party I hope.’ Sunday afternoon was a neighborhood block party for the residents of Palm Key, where we both lived. It was kind of a luncheon dessert thing. If you had a sweet tooth, you loved attending the event. Everyone left the two-hour meet-up on a sugar high. Everyone at the house tried to go, although they were only held twice a year at the yacht club based on the key where we lived.

Heather and I chatted, and I finally asked where she was staying. She had a room arranged for her by the station at the Holiday Inn on Lido Key, only about a mile from my house and close to the area where I often went to meditate. I mentioned that to her, and then invited her to come for cocktails and dinner with the Family.

Given it was a Friday night, I expected we’d have a large attendance for a cookout of some kind. Karen was handling arrangements like that for this month. I could route Heather back to her hotel after dinner so that she didn’t interfere with the usual sexual romps likely to take place between ‘Family’ members.

Heather lit up. “Oh, that’s so nice of you. Are you sure? I mean … I’m just a lowly weather girl?”

I assured her that she would be a valued guest, especially being someone that we’d be seeing on the local news and weather channel. She accepted and I outlined a plan for how I’d pick her up at the hotel about a half-hour before our cocktail time. She did have a bathing suit in her bag, and I told her that was the standard dress for our cookout and a swim in my pool.

Heather was very excited, and I still felt exalted beyond reason in her eyes because of my authorship and TV appearances. I had a similar feeling about her. I’d never met a TV weather anchor before.

Chapter 62 - Heather the Weather Girl

I texted Heather as I left the house to pick her up. Of course, I’d alerted everyone at the house about our guest as soon as I’d gotten home. I also invited Ken Healy for cocktails, explaining that I’d ‘seduced’ Heather Watt, his potential weather person, to come for the evening. He texted back that he would indeed like to meet her on an informal basis.

Heather was waiting on the steps of the hotel as I swung into their circular driveway. She got in the car with a plastic bag carrying her change of clothes. She was already in her bikini and cover-up that didn’t cover much, to my great pleasure.

Heather spent the few minutes driving to my house thanking me profusely for my autograph, the book I’d given her, my time on the airplane, and then my invitation for the evening. I did not tell her that Ken - potentially her future boss - might be there.

Karen and Lynn helped welcome Heather to Palm Key, and gave her a quick tour of the house. Karen had Logan tied to her literally as he wore a small harness and kept darting the ten feet to the end of the tether. She explained that she was about to take him for a swim and so would join Heather in the pool. I went and put on a bathing suit.

I took over with Logan in the pool. He loved the water and wasn’t afraid of being in the water at all. He could almost swim unaided. He had some of the right movements down, despite the fact that he probably couldn’t understand our directions.

Karen had opted to go topless in the pool. She explained to Heather that the Extended Family - our intentional family of about twenty or thirty people - just didn’t bother with tops most of the time. Heather didn’t seem to mind, although she kept her top on. Lynn joined in, also topless.

We had some talk about dinner plans. Sven was bringing some fresh fish and steaks to barbecue. She reported that she’d heard that Chris was having fun with Jake in Austin. The others were expected for dinner.

Ken showed up wearing Bermuda shorts and a sport shirt. I got out of the pool to greet him and then to introduce him to Heather. He’d met Karen and Lynn, and waved to them, his eyes bulging out of his head at their partial nudity. He also greeted Logan, who I held with a finger in the toddler’s tummy for a giggle. Ken was a distinguished gent, in his late fifties - like me.

Heather was aghast that I’d presented her to the TV station owner where she was interviewing the next day. Here she was in a bikini with almost every square inch of her body showing. She blushed up a pink hue and held it for most of Ken’s visit. He laughed at her plight, and told her that ‘things were different in Florida’, especially at my house. I guessed that he somehow knew some of what went on at the house.

Heather was relatively speechless for a few minutes as she gathered her wits about how to cope with being in such an informal setting with the man that might hire her the next day. I noticed her nipples had gotten hard and revealing in her bikini, a point that must have further vexed her.

I made some margaritas at the patio bar, and both Ken and Heather had one with me. They sat at the bar drinking. Heather tried to ignore all her bare skin showing. Her bathing suit was kind of brief, although I was used to seeing even more skin around the place with the other women.

Tracy and Amber arrived home from the university. They quickly changed into monokinis and returned for a swim. Ken’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at the two nineteen-year-olds. He asked me with a touch of awe in his tone, “How’d you get them?” He gestured with one finger. I understood his broader question.

I explained about the two being daughters of friends, and that they’d become part of my Extended Family. Ken rolled his eyes at me. “You are the luckiest man that I know, Jim. You have this harem of beautiful women living with you. The whole neighborhood envies you.”

I shrugged. “I’m just me,” I said with some degree of innocence. “I didn’t plan most of this. I just have been willing to say ‘yes’ to things that pop up in my life.”

Ken turned to Heather, “Do you say ‘yes’ to things?”

Heather nodded rapidly and eagerly, “A lot, yes. If you mean, do I take risks, I think that I’m a measured risk taker. I’d like to take more and that’s why I’m seeing you and the others tomorrow morning. I want to spice up giving the weather and do some related but crazy things.”

Ken chuckled, then got a devilish smile. “Good to know. I like that about people. Since you like to put yourself out there, how about you do the noon weather broadcast tomorrow. You’ll be at the station anyway, and we’ll get you the right reports for you to prep ahead of time. Why don’t you make sure you’re there by nine in the morning - interview and prep for the weather reporting.”

Heather gulped, “Certainly. Trial by fire, I guess.”

Ken’s wicked smile broadened further, “I want you to wear what you have on, too. The station will get some flak for all that nice skin, but it’ll help build viewership - and do something daring. That’s been part of my problem at the station since I bought the place - nobody wants to do anything new or daring. I’m counting on you, Heather. Lead the pack. Help me shake up the place.”

Heather blushed again and this time really gulped, “Yes, sir. Bikini and weather. Can I be outside the station on the lawn or under a palm of some sort?”

Ken laughed and pumped his fist, “YES! Absolutely. Great idea! You understand what I’m trying to do. Yes. We’ll make it happen. I’ll have the weekend crew on it first thing tomorrow morning.”

Heather blushed again, “I look forward to it.”

Ken finished his drink and left for home. I explained to Heather that I’d known him for about a decade since we became neighbors. He’d bought WSRQ when he moved to Florida and Palm Key, and I knew from a few comments he’d made that he had finally decided to goose up the station’s impact on the community in some way. He needed more ideas about how to do that.

Heather gently chastised me for the embarrassing introduction to the man that might hire her, and then for putting her in harm’s way in terms of having to do a bikini-clad weathercast the next day at noon not only in front of her future boss, but also all the other people she’d be working with - and the whole city’s noontime news and weather viewers.

We laughed and I pledged that we’d go with her and be behind the cameras for moral support. She rolled her eyes.

By seven o’clock that evening, the rest of the Extended Family had arrived and met Heather. Every time she met somebody new, she blushed. The level of partial nudity rose with every female arrival. Heather also proved that she could down more than a margherita an hour, too. She got loquacious as the alcohol lubed up her vocal cords.

Each of the new arrivals greeted me with all sorts of hugs and often teasing, the women especially. More than one thrust a breast into my mouth to be sucked on despite the presence of my guest. We were having fun and lots of laughter. Heather watched with great interest and curiosity.

Robbie and Mel brought a young man only slightly older than their age that had just moved into a condo next door to them - Cole Freeman. Cole was going be the CIO or chief information officer for the Sarasota School System, plus he’d be teaching a few technology and computer courses at the Riverview High School. I suspected he’d have a very full schedule.

Carl and Rachel arrived and she teased me, and then went after her nephew Logan to play with him in the pool. Stone, Robyn, and Toni showed up, too - naked, of course. He was crowing after some of the statistics had come in for his first year, proving that his marketing campaign was having better than projected for the desired effect on Retail Software.

Martin and Penny were mixing with everyone. They had Ray and Ally in tow, and from the interactions, I felt that maybe they’d already been together over the afternoon. Penny was very romantic with Ray. Caleb and Warren showed up to be with their dates for the evening - the teen girls. Sven and Link were cooking, as usual. Wendy was also back and hanging out with everyone and being vivacious.

All-together there were over twenty of us that evening. I mentally calculated that we’d have maybe another dozen for the upcoming holiday season, depending on how long various out-of-towners could stay with us.

After things quieted down, I arranged for Lincoln to join Heather and me at the dinner table. I briefly explained things to him.

After we sat, I re-introduced Heather and Link. “Heather, Link is in local real estate sales. He’s an agent with Michael Saunders here in Sarasota - the largest firm in the area. They have a handle on everything going on the market. He’s got time on Sunday just for you, but you need to prime him up on what you’re looking for.”

Heather again looked like her life was slipping out in front of her faster than she could keep up with it. She stammered, “But … I don’t even have the job yet … I’m not sure after meeting Ken that he likes me for the job as weather girl.”

I winked at Link and said, “We’ll know for sure by the time the noon news and weather broadcast ends tomorrow.”

Heather rapidly turned to me, “You think so?” She sounded both hopeful and skeptical at the same time. Suddenly, a worried look graced her face.

I grinned, “Yes, I do. I do think you have to really screw-up to lose this one.” I made a twirl in the air with one finger. “I guess we’ll see how Heather the Weather Girl does under extreme pressure.”

My bridge line opened up a discussion for Link and Heather that carried them through the rest of dinner. I was on the clean-up crew, so joined my team to clear the tables and put out coffee as the two of them talked and also bonded.

When I was through in the kitchen, I came back outside. The music was on and couples were dancing. I could see Mel making out big time with Sven, and Carl and Penny were just shy of fucking on the dance floor. Next to them, Link and Heather were dancing in a less romantic way; the way a couple who’d just met someplace might engage.

I didn’t want to see Heather get shocked. I gave Link a signal that I think he interpreted correctly. He brought Heather over to where I stood. I explained, “I think I should take Heather back to her hotel. She’s got an important day tomorrow. Do you two know how to get in touch?”

Heather reached behind her left butt and pulled her cellphone out of her bikini. “Yes, we swapped contact information earlier. I told Link that I’d call him when I was through at WSRQ-TV tomorrow … that’s if I think I got the job.”

Link said, “I’ll pick her up and we can look at a couple of places that I’ll line up tomorrow morning while she’s interviewing and preparing for her demo broadcast. I can have more for Sunday.”

I suggested, “Well, come back here at the end of the day tomorrow. We do the cocktails and dinner routine again with the same players.”

Heather nodded, “Thank you. I’d like that. You’ve made me so welcome in what I hope will become my new home town.”

Link said flirtatiously, “We hope so, too. How about I drive you back to your hotel? Is that all right with you, Jim?”

“Oh, for sure. Go ahead. Holiday Inn on Lido.”

The two picked up a few items and headed through the house to Link’s car. I breathed a sigh of relief because Heather just missed Penny stripping off her bikini bottoms and starting to give Carl a blowjob. She’d finally learned how to deep throat a cock of almost any size, and kept trying out her new skill on every man in the Extended Family.

Just beyond where the two of them stood on the edge of the ‘dance floor’, Stone had started to eat out Lynn as she lay back on one of the chaises.

* * * * *

Heather didn’t want a cheering section when she did the weather as part of her job interview. Thus, we all watched and recorded the noontime news on WSRQ-TV. The usual daytime news anchors that I saw on the weekend started the broadcast, and even did a two-minute cut to Heather after a brief introduction of their ‘guest’ meteorologist - ‘Heather the Weather Girl from Northern Michigan’. Heather gave a wrap-up about the day’s weather and the forecast for overnight and Sunday - overall a great weekend. She promised more to come in a few minutes for the ‘full’ weathercast. She was gorgeous on screen and her smile would brighten any viewer’s life.

Heather had been standing in front of the WSRQ-TV sign in front of the broadcast building. She looked sexy as all fuck to me - four-inch black glossy heels and the same bikini she’d worn the afternoon and evening before. She also wore a huge round hat that had to be over three-feet across. The hat was a nice off-set from the brief bathing suit. Any male viewer, however, would have been myopically focused on all that lovely skin.

Heather handled the rest of the weather a few minutes later with élan. She summarized the past twenty-four hours, talked about the rest of the weekend, and then got into the ten-day forecast for the Suncoast. She then breezed through the national map on a large video display in the shade of palm tree, and even covered some interesting international weather that I’d never seen done before on our local station. She did a smooth transition back to the news anchors and the sports desk.

At the end of the news, Heather was back inside the studio with the anchors, but holding the large hat in front of her with both hands. The hat covered her body from chest to thighs, and gave the illusion that she was standing beside the news desk completely naked except for the cover of the hat. All of us in the TV media room at the house roared with laughter as they signed off the air to the next program event.

Less than an hour later, Heather came flying into my backyard screaming for me. “JIM, I GOT THE JOB. IT WAS ALL YOU. YOU HELPED ME SO MUCH. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. I LOVE YOU.”

I had about a hundred-twenty pounds of grateful woman in my arms suddenly, kissing me on the lips and face, and telling me that she loved me and that I was her best friend for life. I kissed back, but said that she did it all herself. I just facilitated a few things here and there, such as informally introducing her to Ken Healy.

Link appeared and he was laughing. He joined us after having been her chauffeur that day. “She insisted that I bring her here before we looked at apartments. All she’s talked about since I picked her up at the station is you.”

I shrugged. “Well, now you have to find her a great place to live.”

I turned to Heather, “By the way, you’ll need to ship your things down from up north. You can count on us to be here to help you move in or receive shipments for you from up north. If there’s a lot, we can store them temporarily in my garage.

That earned me another passionate kiss from the pretty brunette. After that, she went off with Link and promised they’d be back around five for cocktails and dinner again. She also said, “And I want a dance with you - many many dances. Promise?”

I nodded.

Saturday about six p.m., Link and Heather reappeared on the patio. I was already tending the grill with Robbie. We had several racks of spare ribs coated with sauce slow-cooking on the grill. They had an hour to go to be ready to serve.

Heather rushed up and kissed me again, and then hugged me tightly to her bikini clad body. She had tears in her eyes. “You are the most special man in the world. I’m already in love with you. You’re the nicest.”

I shrugged and said in a slow drawl, “All in day’s work, ma’am.” I kissed her forehead. “Did you find a place to live?”

“I think so. We’re looking at three more tomorrow mid-day, and then I have to decide which one, if any of them.”

I took Heather to the bar and sat her on one of the tall stools. “Tell me about your day. We recorded you TV appearance if you want to see it?”

“OH, I DO.”

I took her into the TV room and we stood and watched her noontime appearances on the TV channel. We skipped over the parts she wasn’t in. She seemed satisfied.

Heather finally said, “At least my nipples didn’t show like they did here last night. I put extra padding in my bikini bra not to fill the cups but to hide my erections.”

I nodded as we walked back outside. “Good to know,” I chuckled.

I served Heather a margarita, and we sat while she told me about her prep for the show, her dry-run with the camera outside the studio, and then the actual broadcast. She said the interviews at the start of the day were almost non-events they were so casual and friendly. Everyone wanted to see her in action.

“Can you imagine doing your job interview in a bikini only a hat as a cover-up. This is one for the record books. I bought a business suit for the interview and I’ve never even taken it out of my suitcase. Hell, all I’ve worn in this city is my bikini.”

I was impressed with Heather all the more. She had the most self-confidence that I’d seen from her. I asked about how she would transition from her old job to this one.

“I’ll give two-weeks’ notice when I get back to Michigan. They have some bench depth so they’ll be able to cover for me almost immediately. I start down here on December 15th - three weeks from today. That’ll work for my lease up there, too. My head is just spinning. This has been the most exciting day in my life and it isn’t even over.”

From that point on, Heather was never more than three-feet away from me the rest of the night. I almost felt as though a lost puppy dog had just adopted me. I reminded her several times that all I’d done was be kind and helpful in the only way or two that I knew how.

As the minutes ticked by, Heather decided that she wanted to often be ‘in touch’ with me. She held my hand for bit, my rested a hand on my shoulder, and at one point had an arm around me.

Lynn did little to help us over dinner. She told Heather how a few years earlier when she was fleeing an alcoholic and abusive husband I came to her rescue as she arrived in Florida not knowing a soul or having any idea what to do. I guess I had kind of done the same few things for her that I did for Heather, plus I was feeling very loving about our new acquaintance.

Lynn went out of her way to pull the younger woman under her wing. She held out the bough of friendship and Heather accepted with great joy. I was allowed to leave the table as Lynn and Heather talked. I heard Heather start to say that Link had told her some about the Extended Family, but I didn’t need to hear more. When I returned, Heather nearly sat in my lap and licked my face. I did get a kiss, and then another. She looked at me and I could tell that she liked kissing me.

We finished dinner and by then it was dark out except for the holiday lights carefully strung around the patio and a couple of spotlights that got turned out after the tables were cleared. The music that had been playing in the background so we could all talk got a little louder and we started dancing. I invited Heather to dance and she looked delighted.

Heather said as we stood up, “I have one thing to leave here, before we dance. You, too, please.” She carefully removed her bikini bra, and placed it on the table. She tugged at my t-shirt, and so that came off, too.

As was the case the day before and this night, all the other women had foregone their bikini bras or their t-shirts or tops. Sven always described the scene as very European.

Heather rubbed her breasts quite intentionally against my chest and kissed me before we started to sway together to the slow song that was playing. The more we danced the more we rubbed and kissed. Often, she moaned into our soulful kisses. I had no doubt about her sexual arousal.

I eventually said, “Things get a little ‘hot’ sexually around her from here on most evenings. Maybe I should take you back to your motel?”

Heather shook her head. “No, please let me stay. Lincoln hinted about the sexual aspect of the Extended Family, and I pried the rest of what goes on at evenings like this out of him over the rest of our apartment tours.” She kissed me again, “And … I want to be with you … and Link.

“I read your book on Polyamory, and I love the concept … and I like you both so much. I like everybody here. The idea of everybody being together for … romance, excites me to the max - arouses me. I’m informed and aware. You’re my new ‘bestest’ friends ever.” She flashed a broad and engaging smile and then kissed me again - quite passionately.

I pecked at Heather’s lips and then said, “Don’t do anything that feels contrary to your basic beliefs. Sex is not an emergency. We will all continue to love you whether we have sex with you or not, tonight or at some distant time, if at all. Please don’t think you have any commitment to pay us back for any help you think we’ve given. We have the expression we use often about paying it forward. Do that, but don’t feel an obligation.”

Heather said in a low voice, “I know what I’m doing. I want this. I understand what you’re saying, but there’s no need to worry. Please let me … participate.”

Near us on the patio, Amber was naked and she’d just started to blow Stone. He was simultaneously making out with Tracy, who was also naked, and working on her erect nipples. Just beyond them on one of chaises, Penny was naked and with Carl again. He was fingering her sloshy vagina as he ate her pussy.

I asked, “How may I please you?”

Heather nodded and pointed at Penny, “I want some of what she’s having.”

I swooped under Heather’s body, lifted her from beside me, and set her onto the picnic table we’d dined at only a few moments earlier. I then helped her shed the bikini bottoms, tossing them atop her bikini bra right where she put it earlier three feet away. If I’d been any slower, she would have torn them from her body on her own.

I kissed her lips, and then worked my way down her body to her breasts, bringing both of her nipples to a white-hot state of excitement. I then moved lower with my kisses, circling her nether region and licking up each thigh until her tiny and well-manicured patch of pubic hair and her slit were the only areas left to attend. She spread her legs further apart. She made a little mewling sound and pointed at her privates.

Heather tasted like a rare, fine wine. I recalled years earlier one of my patrons had served me a glass of wine and asked what I thought. It was the best tasting substance I’d ever had up to that point of my life and I told him that. He explained the lineage of the wine I was tasting, and then told me the outrageous cost per glass of what I was having. That information only enhanced the experience for me.

The taste of Heather reminded me of that experience - so rare, so fine, and so delicious. I cared for her pleasure the same way I had nursed that glass of beverage years earlier. Carefully, I brought Heather to several orgasms, each seemingly more powerful than the one before. She was warming up, and then she told me she was sucking up the arousal from all the other couples on the patio that were engaged in highly sexual things.

At one point, I looked up and smiled. Lincoln had arrived and was holding Heather’s upper body in his arms as he kissed her and she kissed him. One of his hands cupped her breasts and delivered arousing touches to that part of her anatomy.