Chapter 18: Real Estate Sex

DAVE

After the phone call from Mel as she was being arrested, I relayed all of that to Cindy who was lying nude cuddled up against me. We’d already made love and gone to sleep, perhaps for only a half-hour. Cindy said that she’d stay with the Beth and Scott. We were both laughing.

Inherently, we knew that no jail time would be involved. We guessed that severe scolding and fine would be involved.

I was still chuckling when I called Ashley. I woke her up. I discovered that Mike was there keeping her company in her bed. Hmmmm. She also saw the humor in the situation. I suggested she stay where she was and I’d call back if there was anything more serious going to happen. This sounded like a misdemeanor on a slow night for the police.

I got dressed and then took a leisurely midnight drive to the police station. Ken had his arm around Mel and they were sitting on a long bench against a gray wall. Some guy was asleep on the floor in front of them.

The Duty Sergeant asked about me and I pointed at the two of them. He nodded and I went over. I didn’t say anything.

Mel got up and threw herself into my arms. She burst into tears, “We got arrested for fucking in the laundromat.”

I tried to give her some reassuring words, such as: “I’m sure the prison sentence for that isn’t too long. I’ll bring the kids to visit you as often as they allow. I bet your parents will find this interesting.” Mel punched my arm hard, but I’d expected that.

“Bastard.”

“Do you need a lawyer?”

“I don’t think so, but who would we ask other than a lawyer?”

I went and asked the Duty Sergeant, “Do they need a lawyer?”

“If they’re pleading guilty to whatever the charges are, since these are misdemeanors, probably not. The judge does what he does regardless of whether you have somebody like that standing next to you. If it were me, I’d save the money. There’ll likely be a fine, and a rap on the back of the wrist telling you not to do it again. I’ve run them both through the data base. They’re first offenders for anything. That’ll count for a lot.”

I thanked him and shared that information with Ken and Mel. They both were caught red-handed and intended to plead guilty. Apparently, one of the cops had also taken a few photographs while they waited for Ken and Mel to finish up. Those had been transferred to the desk sergeant and printed for the court record.

Another uniformed man appeared and called out Ken’s name. He went and got processed: mug shot and fingerprints. All that only took five minutes. Mel then did that while I waited with Ken. The room they’d been waiting in could have held ten-times as many people, but was empty except for them and the drunk. This verified my assumption about it being a slow night.

The sergeant gave each of them an instruction sheet. Basically, they had to appear at an arraignment hearing the next morning starting at nine o’clock. They’d make their plea and since they were pleading guilty, either a date would be set by the judge for sentencing or he or she would handle it on the spot. After that they were free to go.

We got home about two a.m. after retrieving Mel and Ken’s cars and their laundry.

Being the supportive husband that I am, I went with Mel to her arraignment hearing on Thursday morning. She was called up just before Ken was, an hour after we got to the busy courtroom. She pled guilty on the two counts – indecent behavior and public nudity. The judge checked some paperwork in front of him and said, “Melissa Janson, you are hereby fined $250. Do not do what you did again. Pay the bailiff. Next.”

Ken got the same treatment and fine. The city was richer by $500 for their fuck in the laundromat.

Later that day, after I was at work, everybody in our Sex Club got a text from Sarah stating that the Laundromat Challenge was immediately terminated. A new and different challenge MIGHT be given the following Saturday at our usual get-together. She didn’t explain, but by then everybody probably had heard what happened.

That night at home, after the kids were in bed, Mel came to me and then burst into tears. She cried for ten minutes and I held her and assured her that everything was okay. I could see that she wasn’t in a mood to be teased. She needed comforting instead. She kept saying, “I’ve been arrested. I have a police record.” Despite the situation, she and Ken did not get added to the sexual offender’s database.

I tried to make light of it, but she was intent on going through some self-inflicted grief because she and Ken had been caught.

The following Friday, when I got home, Cindy and Trish were making dinner. Cindy, of course, lived with us, but I was again surprised to see Trish at the house, but didn’t make a thing about it. She’d been with us for a few other nights as well as the previous Saturday’s orgy. That evening was the first time I had the thought that Trish was also adopting us the same way and for some of the same reasons that Cindy did.

Mel had texted us about a late-afternoon showing of a house she’d listed for her agency. The kids were playing in the pool but had stopped by the kitchen shortly after my arrival to announce that they were hungry, famished, and on the ragged edge of starvation, in fact. They needed food immediately and not a second later.

Trish had already prepared meals for Scott and Beth. She’d been at the house often enough that she knew where everything was and what the routine was. In a few seconds, the kids were at the kitchen table shoveling fuel into their little engines with appreciative looks on their face. Their rapport with Trish was very positive. I thought of that old adage, ‘Never bite the hand that feeds you’. I changed clothes, glad that the weekend had arrived.

About that time, I got a text from Mel. ’Is Hall Pass still valid?’

THAT caught my attention. I had to think fast about this. A few seconds later, I texted back, ’Yes. Be safe. Where R U?’

’427 Robin Lane. Hunky client. Brad Lighter. We’re flirting and horny. Love you. Me.’

’Have fun. CULater. Will hold a dinner for you. Call if you’ll be really late.’

I informed the two girls that it was just us for dinner, but to save a plate for Mel. I showed Cindy the text thread and she chuckled. “That’s a first. She told me once it would have to be a very special occasion before she did anything sexual through work.” She was careful so the kids didn’t hear her comments. Two minutes later, the kids were off to the family room to watch TV and see whether that room needed destruction.

Trish asked me, “Dave, how often does your family engage in sexual activities.”

Cindy and I laughed. I said, “About as often as we can.”

Cindy added, “At least once or twice a day, and sometimes more than that. This is kind of an oasis in that regard. There’s a lot of love in this house, but also a lot of lust among the adults. We do have fun. Plus, you know about the Saturday parties.”

“I meant outside relationships – outside your family, like Mel is doing apparently. I’m just asking. No judgement, only curiosity.” Trish posed.

“Well, you know about the Sex Club,” Cindy said. “You’ve been twice now. Besides that, there have been the challenges from the Sex List that I showed you. Those have usually involved a change of partners. Maybe with what happened with Ken and Mel, that’ll change. As for outside the group liaisons, those are relatively new.”

I explained more about the Hall Pass that I’d given Mel a couple of weeks earlier when she had to go to Nashville. I noted that having her use it like this was a first. I did want to get Mel’s take on this evening’s event and her thinking about its future use.

MEL

Brad Lighter showed up as arranged to have me show him two homes that came close to the specs that he’d outlined for me over a long and pleasant phone call. He came into the office and every woman in the place including me just about had an orgasm. Brad looked like he’d stepped off the cover of GQ magazine or some other exclusive men’s media.

Brad was thirty-six, cleared six-foot-two, and had a tan and chiseled face and body. He was ripped and tan. He had on a short sleeve shirt that proudly showed his toned biceps. I guessed that he could easily bench press more than his weight. He had a trim waist, and the blue jeans he wore were almost lewd the way they fit his lower body. He was obviously well-endowed.

Brad asked the receptionist for me. She was speechless but pointed. I was coming to greet the sandy-haired man for the first time face-to-face, in any case. He had grey eyes that penetrated into my soul, and a joyful smile that made me wet.

“Mr. Lighter, thank you for coming by to start our tour. I done some research and have some pictures to show you of some other properties, as well. If you like any of those, we’ll arrange showings.”

“It’s Brad, and if I’d know how pretty you were, I would have brought flowers and chocolates.” This guy knew how to flirt, and I had a feeling that he was highly skilled in that area and all the areas where it might lead. He was a hunk.

We shook hands and he held my hand a lot longer than necessary and made me even wetter by staring into my eyes with his. I was about to lie back on a desk and spread my legs. He had that effect.

I led Brad to my open cubicle and on my desktop computer showed him three other properties, trying to tell him the pros and cons against his stated specs as I saw them. I also confirmed the notes of his wishes for a new home.

I learned that Brad was a computer whiz. He’d been fourteen when he sold his first computer game. A year or so later, he’d created a new operating system for his tablet that was exceptionally fast and had lots of bells and whistles that made every gamer in the country want a copy. He sold that, too. On a challenge from his father, he wrote some logistics software for his dad’s trucking company. That saved the family big bucks, and he sold that one, too.

Brad had made his first couple of million before he graduated from high school. In college, he started his own company and hired other like-minded nerds. They were a colossal success. He apparently learned about how women like a man with money. After becoming a player for a while, he’d gotten married, but three years later, that fell apart for reasons unstated. Fortunately, he’d had a pre-nup. He was a free man in paradise. For him, paradise included starting a new business and a move to a new city – our city, thus his interest in a new, high-end home.

Brad and I left the office after reviewing various homes for a half-hour. I was glad I’d put in the homework to be prepared for him. He commented several times about how competent I was. In turn, I could see how career serious he was, plus probably touting an IQ up near Einstein.

We went to a home in the Harbor Bay Acres area first. He liked the house and the view over the water, but his words lacked enthusiasm. I still hadn’t found the right property. He made faces in some of the rooms that showed me he was iffy about things.

Walking around, we flirted ruthlessly. As we walked around, he’d occasionally use a hand on my waist or shoulder or arm to guide me or to pass me into a room. I returned the moves on him, and took to standing well inside his personal space, almost begging him to kiss me. I was doing the hair thing and flashing him inviting smiles and laughing nicely at humorous things or comments he made. That said, I worried that he could also smell my sexual aromas. I was turned on big time and could even feel my wet panties.

Between that house and the next, I texted Dave about using the Hall Pass. He gave me a go-ahead. Later, he told me I didn’t need permission. I also removed my wet panties and pushed them under my seat.

Brad followed me in his rental car to the second home. This was furnished but the people were away. This one was pricier, and had a better view, especially from some of the upstairs bedrooms. I held his hand and led him upstairs as though I were seducing him, but ostensibly to see the views before we did the more thorough tour of the house.

We were on an upstairs balcony for one of the bedrooms. I turned to him, and everything seemed to click-click-click. Next I knew, we were in an embrace and were kissing in a torrid way that proved to me we both wanted more – a lot more – of what we’d just started.

His hand on my breast outside my clothing was a welcome gesture. I pushed into his advance and ground the lower part of my torso against the growing bulge in his hot jeans. I could feel something significant inside there, and it was swelling as we made out.

I whispered, “I want you.”

He smiled, “You’ve got me. I like that idea.” We French kissed some more. God, he tasted good.

I led Brad off the balcony into the owner’s bedroom. There was a nice king-size bed right in front of us. I gestured and he nodded.

We helped each other undress. He was some kind of an Adonis and ... oh, God, he was as generously endowed as I’d deduced. I was going to love the next hour or two.

Brad peeled away the bedding, so we only had the fitted sheet. He set me on the edge, knelt, and proved that he not only loved eating pussy but also that he was also good at it. His fingers knew where to touch me and where to stroke to drive me higher up the arousal scale.

After two orgasms on his tongue, I went down on his large shaft. He was a ‘shower’. His cock had filled up and was a delight. I was kind of glad he wasn’t some massive porn star. I loved his taste as he leaked pre-cum into my mouth or as I rubbed his cock between my breasts and tit-fucked him. We were really into each other.