The Immortal, Volume 2
Copyright© 2024 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 71
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 71 - Volume 2 is a compendium of the next thirty-eight chapters of Jim’s saga. As his relationship with Mandy deepens, the hints of her troubled marriage cause him to question their future, his motivation, and hers. Is he also a monster, corrupting her? And when others become involved in their shared world, Mandy’s innate talents are revealed. (Warning: Jim predates nifty little modern sexuality tags; if it's pleasurable or called for, he will do it.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual BDSM Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Water Sports
To this day, I must give Cinder credit. She was beyond motivated, because I’d not been home for more than an hour when the phone rang. Not a number I recognized, and my first thought was to ignore it. However, a little tickle on the back of my neck had me answering the call.
“Yes?”
“Hello, Jim,” a man said in a thick Spanish accent. “This is Erville Rivas. Your neighbor, Charles, works for me.”
“Oh, hi there, Mr. Rivas.” I reclined in the chair and put my crossed feet on the desk. “What can I do for you?”
“Call me Erville. My wife wanted me to invite you over for dinner tonight. I realize it’s short notice, but she’s adamant. Says we owe you for your help this year.”
“Really?” I restrained a chuckle. “She said that?”
“Yes.” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Didn’t realize she’d remembered you.”
“Hmm.” I scratched my head as so many possible responses floated through my mind. “Know what? Sure, thank you. You’re saving me from frozen pizza.”
“Ah, the bachelor’s life.” After starting to laugh, he gasped. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, widower’s.”
“No worries, Erville.” A slow exhale left me. “At this point, it’s the same.”
“Um, okay. Great.” Another phlegmy cough erupted from him. “Charles will join us, but nobody else. So, casual is fine. Say, about six?”
“That’ll work for me. Gotta finish a few projects. Traveling next week.”
“Ah, understood. I too am on the road. Leaving tomorrow.”
“Humph.” I chuckled. “We can swap travel tips, then.”
“Yes, Jim, we should. See you tonight.”
After hanging up, I stared at the phone and grinned. Okay, she’d planned the event, but how would my horny little slave act once I arrived? With a chortle, I texted her the same single word she’d sent me so long ago. Well, it seemed so long ago. Then again, everything did.
Subtle.
It was mere seconds before her reply appeared—a single smiley emoji. That got me laughing aloud. So, she wanted to play? That, I could do.
Gonna fuck you hard tonight, slave.
That time, several minutes passed before I received the next response.
Sorry, master. I had to calm down.
You really need a good stiff cock, don’t you?
Yes, master.
Well, nice initiative. You cooking?
Yes, master.
With a chuckle, I sent her a thumbs up. Then it was back to reviewing my upcoming itinerary. Plus, a further scan of the most problematic area reports. All of which meant hours flew, and before I knew it, I was marching along the front walk towards the Rivas’s house. A wide grin had my cheeks aching; first time to be parked before their home. After pulling into the driveway, my beefy truck had halted beside Charles’ compact car.
Once on the porch, for a second, as soft music played from inside, I expected Cinder’s shadow to flit behind the curtains. Except, that’d be a bit much, and I tapped the doorbell. When the door opened, her husband appeared in dark slacks and a button-down shirt.
“Glad you could make it, Jim.” With a smile, he held out his hand.
“Thanks for having me over, Erville.” While meeting his firm grip, I stepped inside. After he’d closed the door, I handed him a bottle from my private collection. “Hope you enjoy aged wines.”
“Indeed. Are there any other kinds?” His grin widened as he gestured for me to follow him. “Come on.” Then he added in a louder voice, “Corazón! Jim’s here.”
At his words, Charles looked up from the couch as we entered the main room. So many memories flooded from the last time I’d sat there.
“Hi, Jim.” With a smile, he lifted a crystal tumbler.
But before I could reply, a soft clicking from the kitchen drew my attention.
“Um, good evening, Jim.”
At her voice, I turned to scan Cinder. Before the stove, stirring a tall metal pot, she wore a sparkling black dress. Held up by two tiny spaghetti straps and short enough to bare most of her thighs, it clung to her curves. The clicking came from narrow-heeled black pumps. Her luxurious, wavy blonde hair was done up, and evening makeup graced her regal visage. Yeah, she was a bona fide ice princess.
She also wore the golden choker. Its diamond glimmered in the bright kitchen lighting as she smiled. My ice princess.
From behind me erupted quiet laughter.
“My wife doesn’t quite understand casual the way we do,” Erville commented, noting my appreciative glance.
“Yeah, I see.” I chortled. “Good evening, Mrs. Rivas. You, um, look wonderful.”
“Thank you.” As her smile widened, I caught the slight tremor in her jaw.
“Look what he brought, cariño.” He passed me, walking towards the kitchen. But as he scanned the label, his footfalls slowed. He looked at me with his brows tight. “Uh, this is almost a hundred years old, Jim.”
“Gonna be either very tasty or great on salads.” I shrugged and laughed. “Either way, it’ll get more use than sitting in my dusty cellar.”
“Okay. Well, gracias.”
While he placed it on the counter, his wife reached upwards into a cabinet for wineglasses. Although he didn’t notice her languid stretch, pulling the tiny dress taut, I damn sure did. Both the slow glide of the hem, revealing more of those toned thighs, and the flash of those emerald pools had me swallowing a chuckle. In some ways, she was so like Mandy.
As we moved through the main room, I slowed to nod at Charles. Still on the couch, he was staring at the amber fluid swirling in his glass.
“You okay, Charles?”
“Yeah, fine.” He glanced up at me with a tight grin. “How about you?”
“Busy.” I shrugged. “Work and stuff.”
“Hmm, stuff.” He sighed.
“Come on, Jim,” Erville said from behind me. “While we’ve got time, I’ll give you a tour.”
And leaving the contemplative man on the couch, we wandered the spacious yet comfortable house. A large dining room. The site of their poker games, a nice sports bar, occupied most of an expansive basement. Then there was the home gym I knew so well.
“Hey, um, Jim.”
“Yes?”
“You should talk to Cynthia.” He gestured at the mirror-walled space. “Charles said you’ve been helping his wife get into shape. Perhaps you could also train her?”
“Hmm, we’ll see.” Again, I choked back a laugh. If he only knew. “Mandy and I are up pretty early.”
“Sí, claro.” He cleared his throat. “Maybe you could work with Cynthia later in the day. I don’t know. Just figured you, being retired, might be looking for something to do with your free time.”
“Sure, Erville.” I nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
As he moved ahead, pointing out a well-appointed home office, I let the chuckle slip out. With Mandy alone, my “free time” was fast disappearing already. But with Cinder, it would fly.
Once we walked out under a towering glass enclosure, I scanned a good-sized swimming pool shrouded in darkness. Heated, steam wisps floated upwards from its surface. He halted and gave me a sad grin.
“I’m from Nicaragua. Warm, huh?” With a sigh, he flicked on the lights, and a raised wooden deck at the far end with a hot-tub came into view. “Thought I’d get more use out of this, but, um, hasn’t happened yet.”
“That’s a shame, Erville.”
“It is, amigo.” He shrugged. “Sometimes Cynthia and her friends utilize it.”
Upstairs, he was proud to explain the antique, dark-wooden four-poster bed, complete with its deep-red canopy and side curtains. It had been in his family for three generations. With memories of his wife’s splayed form in my mind, I kept mum about how comfortable it had been. Add in a huge whirlpool tub and massive shower, and he was smiling even wider as we marched back along the hall.
“This is Cynthia’s domain,” he said while easing open a door to reveal a smaller but airy home office. Everything was in white and pastel blue—fitting for an ice princess.
“It’s an exquisite home,” I commented as we headed downstairs. There’d been no sign of children’s rooms. “Um, only the two of you?”
“Yes. It’s far too large.” He sighed, glancing up at me as we landed on the ground floor. Nope, no kids. That’s what I saw in those eyes. Also, none of my damned business. Spotted that, too. “The company fronted most of the costs. Really, this place is theirs, not mine. I just paid for the additional things like the pool and to finish the basement.”
“Still, it’s quite comfortable.”
Right as we arrived, Charles was helping Cinder place food on the dining table. Soon enough, Erville opened the bottle—it wasn’t vinegar—and we sat to enjoy the feast she’d prepared.