Chapter 21: International Relations

DAVE

Chelsea gave me a courtesy call about two o’clock on Thursday afternoon, to let me know that Edwin and she were about ninety minutes north of the house in their rental car. She wanted to know whether they should pick up anything after they got off the Interstate highway. I told her no, just to come and enjoy life with us.

I sent a quick text to Mel, Cindy, and Trish about our guests’ arrival time. By the time, Mel and I got home, we had fifteen minutes to spare before our English friends arrived for the first time. Mel unnecessarily flited around the house making sure things were arranged nicely and warmly for our guests. Our house with three wives in it was usually neat and ready for visitors, plus the kids were always happy with the attention they got.

Cindy and Trish had finished classes for the day and had indeed prepped the house, so Mel had little to do. They’d also set up the guest room and prepared some hors d’oeuvres. We planned on taking our guests out for a casual dinner that evening.

The four of us did all we could to take any awkwardness out of Edwin and Chelsea’s arrival. We treated them like royalty and kept things light. Beth and Scott got home from school, too, and they also were polite to our guests and helped in welcoming them. Both were fascinated with the British accent. (“You talk funny.”)

We gave them a few minutes to get organized in our guest room and suggested a swim in the pool. The early April sun had already warmed the pool so we didn’t need the heater to keep it at a swimmable temperature.

The three women in my family appeared in the briefest of bathing suits. Chelsea’s was more demure, but did reveal her luscious curves. Ed and I were just in our normal swim trunks. The English climate is not conducive to many outdoor pools, so a pool in our own yard seemed a luxury to the Bentons.

Around six o’clock, we changed clothes, turned the kids over to Willow, and then headed out to a casual dinner. Since I had the rapport with Chelsea, I’d been nominated to be the one that broke the ice about any sex we might share with the couple.

I made sure that I was next to Chelsea when we sat. She seemed comfortable with that. After we’d ordered and the others seemed in a conversation about American restaurants, I quietly said to my seat mate, “Do you have expectations about us that you want to share?”

She knew immediately what I was talking about. She nodded and gave me a sheepish grin, “Yes. Lots of gratuitous sex, please. Both of us. We’re ready.”

“Saturday is our evening with our neighbors and friends that I mentioned.”

Chelsea looked embarrassed, “We were hoping that something would even happen tonight and all the time in-between until then. We are open and ready to play. We brought our medical papers that we got just before we left. No problem there.”

“Not a problem. I or we didn’t want to come on too strong if you and Ed weren’t ready to be sexual for some reason.”

She said, “I’ve come to think that you’re all sexually more advanced than Edwin and me. Your bathing suits alone – the women’s that is – are just about nonexistent. I love it and will go shopping tomorrow to get my own version.

“I also marvel that you have a hot wife and two hot college students living with you and sleeping in your bed. They each could be models or actresses. Also, I note that all your friends in that orgy video you did are no slouches in the looks department. I guess Mel and a couple of others have made other videos, too?”

I nodded, “Mel spent a whole day doing what I call a MILF-seduction video last weekend at our house. You’ll meet Ron Tensen on Saturday. He’s the producer-director of her work, the orgy scenes that I had you view, and many others by some of our friends and others.”

“How many of your group have made those kinds of videos?”

“Other than the group orgy, there are videos by Mel, Evan, Trish, Bridget, and most recently Ashley. Ron has been in some of his own videos, too. So, that makes six out of the fourteen of us.”

“I think I want to do something like that. I find the prospect thrilling to think about.”

“Make sure you involve Edwin in your thinking and decision making. Many men might not like surprises like that.”

Chelsea shot a glance across the table at Edwin, who was talking with Trish and Cindy. She nodded at my suggestion.

I added, “Also, for more details, talk to Mel.”

MEL

I turned to Dave and Chelsea. Their conversation sounded more interesting. I’d been paying attention to both conversations at the long table. “Talk to me about what?” I asked with a smile.

Chelsea grinned and blushed, “Making pornographic videos. I’m interested. Dave said to talk to Ron, your director, but I wanted to talk to you about how you felt and got up the courage to have sex on camera.”

I shifted into that conversation more. “My quick answer, and Dave knows this, is that I was frustrated for a long time as our sex life lapsed. That’s originally why our group started – frustrated wives who all wanted more sex with their spouses – or anybody. We formed up our group – our Sex Club, if you will.

“When we did ramp up the sex by the challenges and stuff you know about, I became an instant addict. I couldn’t and still can’t get enough. If I didn’t have to work and comply with the legal system, I’d be fucking all day long. I went to a conference one week and Dave gave me a hall pass. I ended up fucking seven men on that trip, and they were all relative strangers. It was a lot of fun, actually, although it sounds outrageous. I like to do outrageous things as you’ll find out.

“So, that was part of the backdrop to my doing my first porn video. The two guys in that film were Jake and Deke, and another woman named Darlene that also handled some of the make-up and hair styling for the video. They were nice, and we just slid into a rather vapid plot line that had us all fucking and swapping. I was horny, so I loved it.”

Chelsea asked, “Do you worry about getting discovered?”

“You mean at work? No. I’m good at my job and make a lot of money for my real estate company. I could do that elsewhere, too. If they don’t like me for any reason, I’ll just move on. No big deal. Experienced agents that can really sell and get premium listings are hard to find. There is a sea of unsuccessful agents always looking for work, by the way.

“In the neighborhood, everyone I care about knows my avocation and a few others have or are going to do something similar. I think the only one that has to hold back is Sarah. She teaches at the university, and that’s probably a very unforgiving group of people, at least in this state. In our orgy video, she disguised herself.

“Chelsea, I don’t know what you do? Do you work?” I asked our guest.

“Oh, yes. I have a real knack with computers and the Internet. I design and build really complex web sites. My business comes all by word of mouth.”

“What do you think would happen to your ‘word of mouth’ marketing if a potential customer recognized you in an adult video?”

Chelsea looked flummoxed. “I don’t know. Go elsewhere?”

“Or sign-up immediately. Imagine them bragging to their friends, ‘Do you know who I have building our new website? She’s an amazing fuck and smart, too. She has a perfect body, fabulous tits, and could suck a basketball through a garden hose. She’s ... just a walking wet dream.”

Chelsea gaily laughed, “I’ve actually gotten some clients that I’ve never met and that have never seen me face-to-face.”

I shrugged, “Personally, I wouldn’t care. The decision is yours, however. Think it through and walk through some scenarios about being discovered.”

“Scenarios?”

I nodded, “Possible ways that you’d get discovered or by whom, and then what would happen. What would be their reactions? For instance, would an existing client fire you? Are they male or female? Worth millions or a cheap pain in the ass? Would they influence others? Or, what if someone at your church or your parents or your next-door neighbor found out? Keep going.

“Implications need studying. Do you care? Don’t forget you’ll make some money doing the video, too. So far, off the one solo video I’ve done, I’ve made about $4,000. Ron is good to work for since he pays for your ‘acting’ and he shares the profits with you.”

Chelsea said, “Oh, I doubt I’d ever make that much money.”

I shook my head, “Bridget, one of the women in our group, made about $100,000 last year, but she did a few videos that caught on. She had some profit sharing from some earlier videos beside what she got paid for acting. You’re as beautiful as she is.

DAVE

After we made sure that the children were soundly asleep, we changed around our normal sleeping arrangements. I went with Chelsea to the big bed in the guest suite. Cindy came with us. Mel, Edwin, and Trish took the master bedroom. Of course, we made sure the doors were locked.

Cindy started things off by planting a sapphic kiss on Chelsea that made the water in our swimming pool boil, it was so hot. Chelsea came out of it panting and looked to me to be sure it was alright. I took over and gave her my own kiss with extra passion and lust. Cindy started on her neck, lobes, and ears.

I carefully helped Chelsea and Cindy undress. Cindy encouraged me to lead with her, so that she was naked before Chelsea or me. Our guest was dripping and lustful by the time we finished. Our French kisses were reaching deep into her libido and soul.

Chelsea had nice breasts, larger than Cindy’s, and we played with both of them as we ramped her up. We had decided to edge her and each other, getting each of us right on the edge of an orgasm and then slowly backing down.

I was eating Chelsea’s pussy and enjoying her taste and juices, when I guess I overdid it. Of course, Cindy sucking on her breasts might have helped, too. Chelsea slipped over the top into an orgasm that might have been reminiscent of a volcanic explosion. Cindy had to leap into action to keep her quiet by kissing her, otherwise the sound might have reached downtown ... or into the kids’ bedrooms.

Cindy gestured to me to get to penetration. I’d already been sucked on by each woman, so I just moved slightly and gently slid my shaft into Chelsea. I knew immediately that I was welcome from the sounds of pure pleasure that she made and then she found her voice. I was urged on and to never stop.

After a suggestion, Cindy lowered her twat onto Chelsea’s mouth to get eaten. I don’t think that Chelsea had ever been intimate with another woman, but she sure started to enjoy everything sexual with Cindy and not just me.

I extended, and even took a turn with Cindy as she ate out Chelsea. Our guest ran out of superlatives to describe everything we were doing to her, with her, or had her doing. She kept repeating that this was the greatest sex that she’d ever had, the ‘wildest’ that she’d ever been, and the more orgasmic evening of her life. She masturbated for us, ate Cindy’s pussy with fingers involved and pure delight, got fisted, had both G-spot and A-spot orgasms, had my cock in all three orifices, tried scissoring with Cindy as well a sixty-nine with both of us. If I could have produced a large number of men, she would have fucked them all.

I filled Chelsea’s sweet pussy with enough jizz to overflow her cavity. Cindy and I cleaned her up, and then snowballed with her. She was so enthusiastic. I gave Cindy a load, and then had Chelsea eat it out of her new friend’s pussy and snowball with her. I gave Chelsea a final load for the evening, and let her keep that as a souvenir of our first night together. She was amazed at herself.

Cindy checked on the kids, and then we rearranged sleeping partners again. Cindy and I joined Mel and Trish, and Edwin rejoined his wife in the guest room. We wanted them to have reclamation sex, or at least a reclamation cuddle before they went to sleep. We all thought they should reaffirm their love for each other.

Mel gave us the report about their evening. Basically, they overpowered Ed and got him doing every sexually-explicit thing they could think of without resorting to violating his body or the law. He fucked Mel and Trish, and they taught him the joy of eating his cum from a freshly fucked pussy, and then snowballing. Mel got a third shot from him to end the evening. We shared out time with Chelsea, and then we slept soundly.

Cindy and Trish took our offer of first dibs on the bathroom. They were in, out, and beautiful in record time, before they left the house to their Friday morning classes. Mel and I then took our time, also donning business casual. We both planned to work. We each got a kid up, going, and fed, and out in front of the house on time with the other neighborhood kids for the school bus.