Pixie
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Chapter 47: Inspection and Renegotiation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 47: Inspection and Renegotiation - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
The next day we went into Diana’s real estate office and completed the initial paperwork for buying the villa that Katie had rented on our behalf. I also made some calls and had the earnest money payment ready by lunchtime, including the transfer to Diana’s company’s escrow account. I also arranged for large transfers of funds from two of our investment accounts to cover the remaining purchase price. Those would take a few days because of the amounts involved. As far as I was concerned, the final price was still open because we hadn’t had the inspection and any resultant renegotiation.
I tasked Devon with finding experienced home inspectors on the mainland and flying them over to St. Croix to do a thorough inspection of the property. She found a highly-recommended two-man crew out of Atlanta who’d be on a plane in two days to do the villa – John and Carol Leith. I read through their resumes that Devon showed me on her iPad, and these people knew their stuff and little escaped their prying eyes. They’d even been featured on an HGTV show.
Also that day, Diana started to move some of her clothing and belongings to the villa. There was one last bedroom that we’d been saving for guests or in case Tracy wanted her own room away from the baby and instead of shacking up with Troy, but those ideas became moot. Like most women, she had the mother gene.
Diana was officially living at the house by the end of the day. My survey of everyone the day before continued to be accurate. She was well liked, and was on everyone’s list as a sex partner, lover, and friend. I told her that and she blushed, but didn’t say anything further except for her broad smile.
I was with her again only once that night and then Gary and Carson tried to make her more welcome than she already was. We continued to try to remedy the shortage of orgasms in her life. On her side of things, she was amazingly orgasmic. A little effort on our part resulted in lots of nice things happening for her.
On Wednesday evening, Devon picked up our home inspectors at the airport. Carson had willingly given up his room for the overnights that John and Carol would be with us examining every aspect of the house. With a slightly evil grin of contentment, Carson arranged to bed down with Ivy while his room housed our home inspectors.
We did not curtail our evening’s sexual activities on the patio simply because we had guests from the mainland. Further, Carson’s bedroom where they were staying overlooked part of the patio and thus the rest of us were putting on a sex show for our inspectors, if they happened to look.
They did look.
The couple was our guests at meals, and we got to know them better over breakfast and lunch, and later cocktails and dinner. They were likeable and also thorough in their work.
The two of them started by examining the foundation and walls throughout the sprawling building. John had the unpleasant task of crawling around in the crawl space under part of the house beneath the main floor. Some of the foundation was slab atop pilings, and some actual knee-wall foundation atop pilings.
As John was under the house, Carol was on the roof and in the attic where the temperature had to be nearly 150ºF, as the house baked in the equatorial sun. She’d had Devon arrange for ladders, a hydraulic lift, and various safety gear to use. Carol was soaking wet with sweat by the time she left those tasks behind. She laughed and said that we had our own sauna up top, and that she’d sweated off ten pounds. At our invitation, she took a dip in the pool.
Carol had noted the dress code around the villa and just went without a top from that point on. She and John moved on to checking every door and window, every balcony and railing, the pool and its pumps and gear, and then the driveway and walkways.
John came to me at lunch, with only those tasks behind them. The house was so large that the two of them would need more time to complete the thorough inspection that I wanted. Further, they’d already found a number of problems or potential ones that I could use as leverage to ask for a lower price.
After lunch, Carol moved into the kitchen and laundry to talk to Ana and Milza, and to check out every appliance and utensil. I watched the lithe woman check everything in those areas from the floor to the ceiling light and the HVAC vents in the area. One after another, she made entries into a tablet computer she carried with her.
Carol then moved around the rest of the downstairs analyzing each piece of furniture and every fixture, looking for wear, damage, or termite activity. She also went over every wall, even behind the paintings and hangings. At one point, she found a water stain on the living room ceiling, and I thought she’d had an orgasm over the find since she got so excited. She got a ladder and went over the stain, even taking a sample of the wallboard and then racing upstairs to the bedroom wing to trace the source.
By five o’clock when we encouraged them to stop and join us for cocktails and dinner, John had finished an exhaustive review of the home’s electrical system, including a generator that we didn’t even know about, the switchgear and breakers, and the entire service. He’d start on the plumbing, sanitary, and water systems the next day.
I vocally told John and Carol how pleased I was with their thoroughness. They were pleased and promised a complete report before they departed for the mainland. I had noted that they were taking pictures of every problem or deficiency they found. They promised that they’d also provide an estimate to remediate the problems too, but that would be based on stateside estimates to repair.
Carol drifted away to talk to Mel and Ally.
John admitted in an embarrassed tone, “I hope you don’t mind but we watched most of your party on the patio last night, at least until most people seemed to go to bed. It was very...” he groped for a neutral word of description.
“Sexual?” I filled in with a chuckle.
“Yes. While we did our own thing a couple of times, watching did make us wish we were insiders in your group. Do you allow guests to join in?”
I nodded, “Yes.”
He looked surprised. “That’s all? Just ‘yes’.”
“Just don’t disappear after dinner. Several of us will be sure the kids are in bed to stay, and then we can really express our appreciation and affection for each other. You need to respect everybody, and you may ask anybody to be your partner. As you saw, we like to have sex in sight of each other.”
“Every night?”
I nodded. “Just about. We’re an exceptionally lusty group of people.”
“Mel is your wife, right?”
“She is, and you may ask her to be your partner for part of the night. She’d like that for sure. She’s probably the most sexually hyped-up person in our group, and she’d love to be with a new man. That said, I am rather taken with Carol.”
“Oh, please ask her to be your partner part of the time. She already thinks you walk on water and are sexy. You spent a lot of time following her around and praising her work today. I had to hold her back from assaulting you this afternoon. She paid special attention to what you were doing last night too.” John chuckled. “We’re very open with each other, and she shared her thoughts about participating earlier today. I’m with her on that.”
I asked, “Are you sure you’re up for this? Is this a first for you?”
“We’ll be fine, and no, this is a not a first. We have six other good friends that we have sex with at random intervals through the year – or whenever someone gets too horny and can’t wait. That’s been Carol recently, but I haven’t minded a bit. We too are an exceptionally lusty couple. Carol tells me I suffer from ‘satyriasis’ – I am an insatiable satyr, or the male equivalent of nymphomaniac, which she appears to be. We’re hypersexual, to put a medical label on it.”
I made sure that John and Mel were beside each other at dinner. She looked as enthralled with him and he was with her. I finagled Diana on one side of me and Carol on the other.
Diana had questions that she asked about the group and the sex. I filled her in, and in doing so made the two women wetter than water. Carol was panting in heat by the end of dinner. We’d also established that she was bisexual and that Diana was more than willing to try anything sapphic that Carol could think up. I got horny just listening to them plan what they’d do after I fucked the two of them.
And fuck them I did. I guess I was hyped-up too, and Carol’s ‘come-ons’ were delightful and arousing. She was an energetic partner, and in this case almost put more energy into our sex than I did. She moved almost in desperation to ride my cock and then to have me fill her with a gallon of my semen. Further, she was doubly excited as we started watching John a few feet away on another patio chaise with Mel.
In the third round, John was obviously trying to extend his intercourse with Devon, my young assistant, by pausing for periods of time, or by extracting completely and changing positions. Devon looked very happy regardless of what her lover did. She seemed to be getting off on making love with a complete stranger.
I slept with Diana and Carol too, but not before they’d had a long session of sexual play with each other while I watched. The number of orgasms was extraordinary.
In the morning, we showered together in my suite’s large bath, and then dressed and went to breakfast. My mode of dress was a different bathing suit. Carol was the most clothed since she had to return to work on the house inspection. Diana scampered off to her room naked as a jay bird to find a new bikini bottom and to search for the one she left behind somewhere the night before.
Milza did mini-omelets for us at brunch. We’d arranged for her to come in an hour earlier than usual since we had guests. Fortunately, the residents all arrived at the table one or two at a time instead of all together, which would have overwhelmed her.
After eating, Carol started to check the home’s hurricane curtains and storm protection equipment, the fire detection systems and extinguishers, security system and locks, and emergency equipment and exits. Beyond those items, Carol planned to look over the landscaping, drainage control, pest management, outdoor lighting, and checkout the beach access and dock that we’d paid little attention to since we had no boat.