Chapter 19: Trish

DAVE

I suspected that each of the married men had a feeling akin to letting the fox into the hen house. There was the possibility that one of our wives would go over the top, in this case, swooning for Brad Lighter, the apparently-rich entrepreneur that was moving to our town to launch a new business venture.

The problem, if it was one, with Brad was that he was a hunk and I at least knew he was buying an $8-million house for cash, which seemed to be with pocket change. He was handsome to a fault, even having dimples, and he had so many other virtues that competition with him in any area important in a relationship would be a waste of time. On the other hand, he seemed to lean over backwards to be solicitous to all of us and to not tread on any toes.

I did not sense any one-upmanship on his part. He was likable and always respectful of the obvious boundaries facing him with all of us. I think he crossed those boundaries with Ashley and the others only after she explained to him about our open relationships and both Ken and I gave him assurances regarding our ‘normal’ behavior. She brought me into her explanations with Brad to confirm in my words about what relationships we had with each other. Ken also gave his opinion.

I did emphasize to him that those of us that were married made a serious distinction about loving our wife versus loving other people and especially seeing them loved by someone else. He got it, I think.

Brad said, “I think I’ve dreamed of finding a group of people like all of you. I hope I earn your trust, friendship, and respect. I hope to give all of that to each of you.”

Ashley and Brad got in a passionate make out session that migrated to one of our new pool chaises. Fortunately, it was a warm night, so we were all outside even after the sun set. The couple drifted to nudity right along with others in our growing Sex Club. The name sure described why we got together on a weekly basis.

I reestablished my connection with Sarah, starting with a long session of cunnilingus, which brought her several orgasms and a lot of ancillary pleasure. We coupled and started a slow and very romantic fuck in which we changed positions several times.

After I’d cum and we’d cuddled some, I went down on her and cleaned up my mess. I did catch Brad watching me and studying what I was doing. He was still buried deep in Ashley’s sweet pussy. I think he was amazed that the lovemaking taking place was done within sight of everyone else at the gathering.

I teased Sarah in a way that showed that I knew the wiles and methods of the Girls’ Coffee Club. I said, “Did you girls pick a second person to be with Brad? If not, do you want me to swap with them?”

Sarah looked surprised and said, “No, and yes, I’d love to swap. I’m curious about the new man, too.”

I pulled Sarah up and we walked the few paces to the chaise that Brad and Ash were on. It had been obvious to me that they’d finished, except for any clean-up.

“Brad, Ash, might you guys be interested in swapping partners?”

Ash grinned at me and nodded, even though I suspect she would have stayed with Brad all night. Brad held his hand out and took Sarah’s as he stood. I commented that pool temperature was around eighty, so it was very swimmable. I led Ash to the steps and we went in. After a swim and some rubbing of our own crotches to clean ourselves, we started to sexually excite each other.

Brad was into cunnilingus with Sarah as we walked by after drying off. We took my chaise and made love.

MEL

I was so glad to see Ashley and Sarah getting fucked by Brad. After that, I got him with Cindy. He was a big hit with each woman, and we all wanted more.

As our gathering broke up, I reminded Brad that I’d see him on Monday at my office to tidy up some paperwork and such regarding the purchase of his new home. I had a half-dozen questions for him, too; mostly about how to proceed and close on the property: legal stuff, plus some questions about the furnishings the seller wanted to dispose of. In spite of the price ($8 million), this was a cash deal. I wondered whether the bed we’d fucked on would be on the list.

Dave and I made sure the patio was ‘normal’ in terms of what the children would see the next day. I thought about the sex toys and wondered how we’d hide those from the various sets of children. I shouldn’t have worried. Ken, our resident engineer, assured us that he had at least one solution for one of the major toys we wanted, if people agreed.

Dave and Trish went and retrieved Beth and Scott at Ken and Ashley’s home where they had fallen asleep. Willow and Tracy had been babysitting the six children belonging to group members. I don’t think the kids woke up as they got carried home. They were tucked-in and kissed goodnight.

Sunday, I checked in with Dave, as usual. We did our ‘Are we okay?’ evaluation of our relationship. After all, the night before we’d each fucked three different people. I’d been with Mike, Ken, and Evan. Dave had romantic times with Sarah, Ashley, and Lisa.

Dave emphasized his love for me, as well as his concern about Brad luring me away without much effort. I promised that I’d be on guard against that happening. I did share that I was inclined to fuck him some more, but that my feelings were more of lust than love. I reminded him that I’d felt that way about Evan when we first met, and then things had mellowed out after a week or two.

Dave brought up the emerging issue abut Trish, and her desire to stay with us. At that point she’d had an uninterrupted week with us. I shrugged. “I could go either way on that one. I know she’s in love with us and certainly with Cindy. She’s nice and fun to be with – with or without the sex. I don’t know what she’s telling her parents. We can’t have TWO au pairs living here, can we? That wouldn’t pass muster with either Cindy’s or Trish’s parents. Our kids aren’t THAT unruly that we need one-on-one coverage.”

He suggested that we see what Trish came up with as a rationale for moving in with us. He’d given her that challenge, or thought that he had. We did have one more ‘spare’ bedroom, that is if I cleaned up what we called the ‘junk room’ – mostly my stuff, including boxes of study materials for my various real estate qualifying tests.

I’d forgotten to tell Dave about the sex toys we were kicking in to buy as a group. He laughed and urged me on as I disclosed the girls’ ideas around that area. Last, we also talked about Lisa. She, too, was fun and sexy and Dave urged me to encourage her to hang out with us all the time.

DAVE

Wednesday evening, I was home alone with the kids. Mel had gone out for the evening to show a home to a couple. Trish and Cindy were both on campus with study groups cramming for a mid-term exam.

I had asked whether the study groups were worthwhile or a social diversion. Both girls claimed they really helped focus their study efforts. They assured me that little ‘social’ stuff happened.

The doorbell rang just after the children had been tucked in, so I went to see who was there. I expected one of our neighbors, but upon opening the door, I was confronted with an unkempt couple I didn’t know. I swear every piece of clothing they wore was wrinkled and soiled in some manner. The man badly needed a shave. His shoes were untied.

“Is this where Trish Mason is right now?” The man said in a challenging tone. “Tell her to get her ass out here.”

The tone and everything made me pause and consider just how much to tell them. Their presence, whoever they were, didn’t please me.

“I know who you mean, but she’s not here,” I said firmly. I just sensed that this was not a friendly encounter with her parents.

The woman said, “Does she stay here? Are you hiding her?”

I tried to look horrified. “Who are you?” I insisted. I stepped out of the house and made no gesture to invite them in. I stayed two steps above them on the stoop.

“Her ... guardians.”

“If I see her, which may not be for days, until she drops by again, I’ll pass along your message. ‘Get in touch with your guardians’ – got it.’” I folded my arms over my chest and glared at them. My body language and approach made them step back. I tried to keep thing vague as to whether I’d see her at all.

The man said as he turned, “Tell her to get the fuck home.”

The pair left in a beat-up old car. I kept watching until they were out of sight. I even got the license plate number, just in case.

Mel got home about a half-hour later and I told her about the unexpected visit. All I got from her was a frown and a questioning expression.

Cindy and Trish arrived home about nine-thirty. I gestured that they should come into the living room. That request made them get worried looks.

“Trish, about two hours ago, your ‘guardians’ – they called themselves – came to the door to see you. Their message was, and I quote, ‘Get the fuck home’. They seemed angry and agitated at you, and at your being here. I never said that you were actually hanging out here, but I indicated that I saw you occasionally and would pass along the message if I saw you. I kind of got accused of hiding you, but didn’t respond to that.”

Trish shook her head and plopped down in a chair in frustration. “They were my assigned foster parents until I turned eighteen – that’s what happened last month – and they were terrible. I’m eighteen and on my own now, and I get access to part of a small trust fund that was left to me by my real parents.”

“Real parents?” I asked.

“They died in an automobile crash six years ago. They’d set aside money in trust for me as it turned out, and also, separately, an educational trust to cover my college costs. Anything left over from the college funds, once I get my bachelor’s degree or reach age twenty-eight, reverts to the general trust. I only just learned about all that from the lawyer that handled my parents’ estate. He is a trustee on my trusts.”

“And were your foster parents administrators, executors, or trustees of those trusts?”

“No, thank God. They get nothing from my parents’ estate. My parents didn’t anticipate their own deaths. The trust they formed couldn’t be used for anything until I turned eighteen. Big hole they didn’t anticipate needing. As a result, and since there were no other relatives, I became a foster child. I was with one family for two years, and then spent the last four with the ones you met.

“They get money from the state for taking care of me and I see none of it. My disappearance and becoming eighteen stops that flow of money. I think they planned on ripping off the state by claiming I hadn’t yet become legally an adult.”

“Is that why you want to live with us?”

“No. I really love all of you. You accepted me without knowing any of that stuff, plus I could feel that you liked me. I do not want to be a charity case. The Nelsons didn’t give a shit about me except as a way to get that state money and also hit up some charities with my hard luck story. They provided me a pit of a room and lousy food. I had to work for any allowance, but they were cheap and stingy.”

Mel asked, “Who is the trustee?”

“The lawyer downtown, Paul Reynolds, handled my parents’ estate and taxes, and he knew when I became a legal adult and tracked me down. I met with him about two-weeks ago. In response to my questions, he told me that I was a free agent and now had access to the non-educational part of the educational trust under his guidance.”

I turned to Mel, “I need to think about the ramifications of this.”