Chapter 7: False Start

We repeated some of Saturday the next day – the run, brunch at The Toasted Mango Restaurant, and then a trip to the clothing optional beach. This time all of us stripped away our bathing suits and got rubbed all over by members of the opposite sex with suntan lotion. After some heavy petting and making out on our beach blankets, we finally talked about what had happened the night before and our feelings about it.

Greg was genuinely amazed that Sarah liked him, especially considering his limited experience base – mostly with his sister, and Sarah’s broad experiences from having worked in porn for a decade. She explained that was work, but that what had transpired the day and night before was intimate friendship and growing affection between people that genuinely liked each other.

Sandy thought I was the second nicest guy that she’d ever met, and wanted more of everything I had to offer. She also shared more widely her hope that I’d become her ‘public’ boyfriend, so that her living with her brother wouldn’t look so incestuous – even though that’s what it was.

I learned then that they kept a second bedroom in their condo as a space that Sandy supposedly occupied. It always looked lived in, and Greg’s master bedroom was kept ‘female proof’ so there was no suspicion of anything between them, should they get a surprise visit from someone they needed to fool, like a parent or other relative.

Rachel told everyone that she loved me, but that like Sarah, she was willing to share me with good friends, especially if she got shared with another guy, like Greg. She liked him, and even volunteered to be his ‘public’ girlfriend, providing that she still got to be with Sarah and me a lot of the time.

Sarah said how happy she was to have an ‘alternate cock’ to play with. She didn’t think she was ‘girlfriend material’ for Greg because of the possibility of recognition and her relatively more sophisticated and libertine attitudes, especially about sex and relationships. She stated that she liked the five-some and wanted it to continue, hopefully a couple of days a week, if not expand again.

I talked about my joy from being loved by Sarah and Rachel, and my willingness to make them happy by sharing them with friends that made them happy. I said that I was more than simply appreciative to have Sandy as a new friend-with-benefits, and hoped we’d continue to develop and deepen our relationship. I emphasized that Sarah was my main love interest and I wanted to protect that union above all, but I had room in my heart for others like Rachel and Sandy. Sarah came and kissed me after I ended my sharing.

We all agreed that we liked the hot sex, both as voyeurs and exhibitionists. Greg and I commented about how hot it was to watch the women interact. Greg emphasized that he loved seeing Sandy giving and receiving sapphic sex with Sarah and Rachel. The women readily agreed to do more sexual things with each other, and Greg and I got teased about the two of us doing something sexual. Neither of us was inclined.

Over the next month, the five of us cemented our relationships with each other further. Moreover, Greg and Sandy were more open with the rest of us about their incestuous brother-sister relationship, even fucking in front of us when we were swapping partners around. Honestly, they were both adults and no one was being harmed by their relationship; why should anybody care? They were in love and had been for well over a decade.

During our sexual times, we started to do some threesomes of various varieties. Sarah and Rachel ganged up on Greg one night, giving him a double blowjob, and then having him fuck one of them while the other sat on his face. Sandy got Greg and I to ‘do’ her sexually, starting with a spit roast, but then, after trying anal for the first time, we DPed her and she learned a whole new orifice for sexual experiences. Rachel demanded to have that privilege, too. Sarah, of course, had done that dozens of time, but did enjoy a more loving repeat.

Another male was talked about as a potential addition to our close circle of intimate friends thanks to Rachel. I had felt sorry for her, because she cast herself as the odd-man out during our group sex sessions, sometimes going between Greg and Sandy, and Sarah and me, or however we’d paired, to find romance – this even when we’d declared that she was center of attention. In truth, I think we even over-compensated to be sure she didn’t feel that way, but she did.

Rachel met William Renforth at work. He was on the road a lot selling advertising space in the various magazines that their company published, but he did come by the office frequently for various reasons. He chatted up Rachel on many of his visits, and the hook was set for each of them.

Will started to stop by the office more frequently. Lunches were had together, and then he made an invitation for drinks after work. The arc of the relationship became evident. Rachel routinely told Sarah and me about Will, and what a nice guy he was. He was older, maybe forty-five-years-old, had moved south to Florida after a messy divorce from a cheating wife, and then had gotten a ‘major inheritance’ when his parents both passed away. He apparently didn’t have to work, but did to foster his social life and feed his outgoing personality.

Drinks after work soon became a dinner date, and after three of those, an invitation to accompany him on a weekend on his powerboat to Key West. After checking with us, Rachel accepted.

That was the weekend when things got sexual between Will and Rachel. To hear her tell it, I think they were both pleasantly surprised. Rachel revealed to him without too much effort that she had nymphomaniac tendencies, and Will proved to be a man of great stamina, endurance, and lovemaking skills pleasing to her.

Rachel told us upon return, “We started fucking before we even left his marina. We were both horny, so knocked off a piece before putting the boat in gear. Once we were out in the Gulf of Mexico and headed south, Will had me lean over the wheel on the upper deck and he fucked me from behind – very satisfying and fun as we bounced along through the waves.

Will’s boat turned out to be a thirty-one-foot SeaRay outfitted with lots of bells and whistles. Everything was modern, chrome, and comfortable. Further, Will had stocked up the boat with everything they could possibly want for their trip and then some. The craft also had every electronic instrument a powerboat lover could imagine including autopilot and radar.

Will and Rachel had a wonderful, sex-filled weekend traveling to, from, and while at Key West. Rachel had never been to the city, and became entranced with the free and open life style. Will led her around to various tourist sights, too, like the Hemingway house and the huge buoy marking the most southern point in the continental U.S.

We met Will a week later, when Rachel brought him home for drinks and a casual dinner. He hadn’t taken in that she lived with Sarah and me, and after a tour of the condo, it became apparent that she also slept with the two of us. On that realization, I thought that his eyebrows would rotate off of his forehead they went up so high. None of us made a big thing of it; in fact, no one even mentioned the arrangement. It was just obvious.

Greg and Sandy joined us for the meal and to meet Will. They were warm and affectionate with Sarah and me, and with Rachel. No one said anything to explain our relationships or what went on between us. Rachel had not said anything to Will about the collective ‘us’.

Rachel and Will slipped off to her ‘official’ bedroom after dinner, and we left them to it so they could enjoy some sex. The four of us went next door to my condo for a change, and had a two-couple fuck fest on my large bed.

Rachel eventually joined us, freshly showered, after Will went home. Greg and I made sure that she remembered that we loved her, too, and then Sandy and Sarah also gave her some reminders.

Rachel was chuckling a few days later when she came home from dinner with Will. He’d finally worked up enough courage to ask about ‘us’ and her. She repeated his opening remark about the subject; “Errr, Rachel, you live with Sarah and Doug, but ... well there seems to be something going on there.”

Rachel said, “Oh, yes. We really care about each other. When you get home tonight, I want you to go to the Internet link on this piece of paper and then tell me tomorrow or when I see you again, what you think.” She gave him a piece of paper with two links on it to two different web sites promoting Candy Sweet’s pornographic videos.

The communication paths were silent for two days, and then Rachel got a text from Will suggesting drinks and dinner. She accepted and let us know, but also thought that she might bring him ‘home’ after dinner depending on how the evening went.

Rachel told us that the Thursday evening dinner started awkwardly. Will seemed nervous and after they’d gotten their glasses of wine, he asked, “So, you live with a porn star and her boyfriend lives right next door, but he visits all the time?”

Rachel nodded, “Yes. Very satisfying since they both love sex as much as I do. You’d fit in well with all of us, assuming that you’re interested.”

He asked about Greg and Sandy, and Rachel hinted about their relationship, but only indicated that they were ‘like-minded friends’.

Will posed, “So, you all have sex together?”

Rachel nodded, “It’s more than that. We like and even love each other, but we also are intimate. I thought it would get old and we’d slow down, but I see no indication of that - fortunately. I told you that I was nympho, well Sarah, a.k.a. Candy Sweet, is certainly that way, and so are Doug, Greg, and Sandy.”

“And you want me to participate?” Will apparently asked in a benign tone.

Rachel told him, “Yes, I do. I like you. I think Sandy and Sarah will, too.”

Will had said, “But I like you – by yourself?”

“And you like steak, but you don’t have it all the time, do you?” Rachel told us she’d said with a giggle. She told us that she was trying to keep Will from getting stressed about a group situation with her in the middle of it.

Rachel had said, “Will did agree to join us again the next evening, but mentioned that his responses, in hindsight, were kind of restrained and felt ‘off’. We went on to other subjects after that since there’d been some management stuff at work. I’d love some ideas about how to win him over. I’m pretty sure that he has some reservations, assuming that he figured out the simple coded messages about how we live and that we enjoy sex together.”

I chuckled and said, “Slowly, but do allow him to get a glimpse of Sarah and Sandy in the buff. I bet once he sees what else is on the platter besides you, that he’ll start to come around. Just don’t push him. Let him discover the good life by himself.”

The next night was a Friday. We’d signaled through Rachel that we were doing drinks at home and then going downtown for a casual dinner, and then back to the condo for our sexual dessert.

Will showed up as expected at six p.m., and we had glasses of wine. He was very quiet and observing all the interactions between us, which were loving and supportive, and also watching the one porn star among us like a hawk.

The three women had eliminated all superfluous clothing, going commando and ditching their bras. Sandy and Sarah had put on scoop neck tops with a lot of ‘scoop’, plus large openings for their arms. If anyone watched them move around, they were sure to get a boob show from the top, front, or from the sides. The snug Daisy Duke shorts helped get the message across, too. Most were with flip-flops, but Sarah wore her CFM shoes.

I felt that Will wanted to ask about a thousand questions about our interactions and about Sarah’s career in porn, but we kept the conversation light and mostly about our work days. He and I got in a discussion about how artificial intelligence could be used to identify more likely candidates to buy advertising space in the magazines that Rachel and he worked for. He was really interested in that. I noted that he treated Sandy and Sarah quite neutrally and at more of a distance than the week before when we’d met him.

Will and I also talked about my flying lessons. I was slowly progressing through the early beginner stages of my training where I needed an instructor for every flight that I took. I was working towards my first solo flight, and then a lot of practice of simple flight maneuvers.

We did Mediterranean food for dinner. Sarah arranged with the restaurant for some Baklava in a takeout box. At the end of the meal, she collected that and we carried it back to the condo. I noted that Rachel and Will fell way behind the rest of us as we walked back. They were having a serious conversation about something that started with quite a bit of animated whispering or talking with some sense of secrecy. Occasionally, I heard an overtone by her or him, and those tones were not friendly or agreeable. I could almost guess what was coming next. I resolved to back Rachel.

Back at Sarah’s condo, Rachel gave me a dark frown and secretly gestured at Will and gave a real scowl. He wasn’t into any of what was going on, I guessed. Before we could talk, Sarah came from the kitchen and served up the dessert with some liqueurs. We all partook, and the treat was a great one. Will sat by himself slightly apart from us, and almost glared at the rest of us.

Will finally said to Sarah, “You do adult films.” The tone was accusatory and confrontational.

She smiled at him almost in a patronizing manner. “I did, but I’ve changed careers and work in finance, using the skills that I got from my college degree. Did you like my videos? Rachel told me that she gave you the links to a couple of them.” She smiled in a forced way. I wasn’t sure he caught on to her attitude.

Will spoke sternly with a sharp edge, “Aren’t you ashamed of what you did? You were a wh ... a paid slut.” His tone was obviously disapproving and highly judgmental. Further, the curl of his upper lip amplified his opinion.

Sarah physically reeled back, surprised. “Ashamed? Hardly, and I’m insulted by your attitude and comment. I do not regret nor am I embarrassed by what I did. I had an unusual job and did it with pride and skill, and I made a shitload of money doing it. My investment portfolio, this condo, and my little white Porsche are only three of the many benefits. Anybody with puritanical attitudes about what I did can take them and shove them up their rosy red ass.” The comments were directed directly at Will. Sarah’s eyes were flared with some anger. War was about to break out.

Rachel looked shocked, both at Will and less so at Sarah’s response. Her mouth was open as she looked back and forth and studied Will, in particular.

Rachel jerked to a standing position took three steps to Will, and took his unfinished dessert plate from him without asking. She set the plate aside and then pulled him to a standing position. He was compliant but not completely in touch with what was happening. She pulled him with one hand towards Sarah’s foyer as we all watched and sat in silence.

Rachel remained silent, but he went along unsure of what would happen next. I think he thought that he was going to have some private words with her outside the front door to Sarah’s condo.