Chapter 23: Serious Engagements

MEL

The atmosphere in the Janson home was peaceful and positive over the next few weeks. During that time, Trish turned nineteen and we had a family birthday party at which she was gifted an empty bottle of Jack Daniels and various recipes and ‘kits’ for hangover remedies for future reference. The cake was wonderful. I knew a larger and more risqué celebration was being planned for our Saturday night neighborhood party.

Each night our bed was full of people and full of love. Somehow Dave, Trish, Cindy, and I managed to fit together, sleep well, and even make love in various combinations every night. I tested my happiness and found that I was in that ‘sweet spot’ where everything feels ‘just right’.

The housing market had a great month, and I sold five houses, three of which were my own listings, meaning that I got a double hit. Dave had a couple of large successes at work, too, as well as some unique recognition from the company he worked for – Dane Cooper.

Entering that two-week period, the Girls’ Coffee Club met as usual and we were a very content group of women. Sarah led a discussion about doing something from the Sex List for the two-week period. Oddly, none of us had yet had a chance to try the blindfold game with any of our partners. We laughed and agreed that maybe we were getting complacent about the Sex List and the challenges.

We all looked at the list. Except for some things that might get us arrested (again!) or have us dealing with strangers in some kind of sexual situation, we’d done most of the list, sometimes not even trying. Our weekend parties had gotten very creative, and that had also carried over into our marriages or ‘at home’ relationships.

As we were talking, Lisa seemed to be increasingly waving her hands around, allowing her left hand to flit around her face, coffee cup, and sit on the table top or hold her coffee cup. Suddenly, I noticed what she was trying to subtly tell us.

“LISA! IS THAT AN ENGAGEMENT RING?” I screamed. Everyone’s eyes went to her left hand.

She broke into a huge smile and nodded. “Yes. Brad proposed to me.”

“OUR BRAD?” Ashley excitedly asked. “You mean the guy Mel flirted with and fucked when she was showing him a house five months ago?”

Lisa laughed and nodded, “That Brad, and, yes, she did fuck his lights out and got him into our Sex Club.” She laughed. “I know both their stories.”

Sarah teased, “We’ve all done that with him – fucked him, I mean. Say more.”

She shrugged, “Well shortly after we’d both joined the Club, he asked me out to dinner one night. It wasn’t for sex. He liked me and wanted to know me better. We just spent the whole night talking – we closed up the restaurant and then didn’t leave the Elements cocktail lounge until four a.m. He didn’t even try to hit on me for sex. We started dating, but we both admitted that we were loving the Saturday night parties and the gratuitous sex. We had both been ensuring that we got together at least that night for lovemaking.

“We got serious, and he told me that other than the women in the Club he would be exclusive with me. I agreed to do the same. That was about three months ago. Over that time, we’ve talked about ourselves, our relationship, a potential marriage, children, a prenup, and you name it.

“We went through lists of questions and topics that a couple who are serious about each other should talk about – things like friends, jealousy, different behaviors, coping with anger, disciplining children, politics, and so on – how we feel about this and that. God, we agree on so much, and the stuff we don’t agree on is kind of trivial to us.”

Several of us sat back in our chairs, blown away by Lisa’s new status.

I said, “I’m so happy for you. What else? Did you set a date?”

Lisa laughed, “Well, last week and through the weekend we traveled. I introduced him to my parents. He flew us up to Virginia to meet his parents for two days, and then we went to North Carolina to meet mine. He flew back here, so he made it to the party with the English couple, but I stayed with my mom and dad to visit another two days. He has his own plane and is a fully-rated pilot.”

“And ... the ring?” I asked.

“He proposed last Tuesday night at Elements ‘just’ to dance. He was so romantic and had flowers, champagne, and even a photographer come to the table right as he proposed. I can’t believe that I’m going to do this. After my first marriage ended, I never expected to find another guy that I loved like I do Brad.”

Cindy asked, “Are you dropping out of the Sex Club?”

“NO!” Lisa said emphatically. “We both love all of you and we love the naughtiness of the whole situation. As long as you want us, as long as we’re friends-with-benefits, as long as we all care about each other, we are staying in the Sex Club.”

We all expressed our wish to have both of them in our midst for the rest of time.

Trish asked, “What now?”

Lisa smiled, “Well, Brad wants me to move in with him, and I’m going to do that over the next month and sell my condo. As you might know, the house he’s living in now is the large one overlooking Sarasota Bay that Mel sold him a five months ago. That’ll be my new address, and ... I’m just blown away by all of this.

“I feel like a princess of some kind, and that I’m walking on air.”

DAVE

I was the last to warmly shake Brad’s hand and congratulate him after he told us that he’d asked Lisa to marry him. I couldn’t help but remember at least several dozen times since I’d met her that we’d spent hours fucking. Heck, she’d even stayed overnight in our bed a few times so we could keep fucking in the middle of the night.

As usual for a Saturday morning, most of the men in the ‘Sex Club’ were standing in one of our yards watching the kids from a couple of our families burn off excess energy. That morning, we were at Ken and Ashley’s home on their back patio. The kids were in the pool competing on who could hold their breath the longest under water. My kids were winning, even over the older Dustin twins.

Standing around were the seven men in the Club: Ken, Jim, Mike, Evan, Brad, Ron, and me. Our wives, lovers, girlfriends, and now one fiancée, were off having coffee and bonding: Ashley, Sarah, Cindy, Trish, Bridget, Lisa – the new fiancée, and Mel – my wife.

Brad talked about continuing to belong to our Sex Club. The conversation was light and we were glad the newly engaged couple would be staying close. Of course, we didn’t use the term ‘Sex Club’ with anybody else. We used code words in public like group, circle, friends, and so on. Often, we just said ‘neighbors’, since that was what we were when we started.

I asked, “Any changes needed for our behavior tonight?” My comment was mostly directed at Brad, considering his and Lisa’s new status, but I generalized in case anybody else had something to raise.

There was quiet, and we did all look at Brad.

Brad shook his head and laughed, “Hey, I said nothing changes. Actually, tonight, why don’t each of you try to nail my new fiancée. I’ll be with one of your wives or other lovers. And, just so you know, Lisa will be moving in with me over the next month, so I won’t be going without the rest of the time. I’ll never need to masturbate again.”

We all laughed.

I said, “You may not have heard it, but the fundamental reason that the ‘Sex Club’ got formed, and that the Sex List got created, was that some of us had fallen into a marital rut where sex had ceased to be a priority in the face of children, work, house maintenance, hobbies, and a million other unromantic and nonsexual things.

“Mostly, it was the women’s doing, but we sure got on the bandwagon rapidly. That was over a year ago, and in my opinion, things have only gotten better since then.”

Ron asked, “Do those chores and things ever get done?” He was serious.

I shrugged, “WE reprioritized, so they happen but not as fast if they get in the way of family and friends. I’ve cheated by having Cindy and Trish move in with us. They share the chores and also the thousands of interactions with the children.”

Ken said, “Not just their children. Those two young women are like nannies or au pairs for at least the six kids that the families in the Sex Club have.”

Ron said, “I’ve met them. They all seem well-adjusted.” He gestured at the cannonball contest then going on at the pool’s edge.

I said, “Certainly in our home, the kids have just accepted that the adults – Mel, Cindy, Trish, and I – all sleep together. They’re too young to even understand that something more interesting might be happening. We’ve had the early ‘birds and bees’ talk with them, but most of it went over their heads. I’m sure that’ll change sometime, but for now that’s the situation. We’ll cope when the questions come.”

Brad said, “Because of Lisa’s and my ages, we may not wait long to toss our hats into the parenting ring. She thinks that she’ll be even hornier as a pregnant wife. If that’s the case, I don’t know how I’ll keep up with her. Along with all your wives and girlfriends, we have tapped into an oasis of hypersexual women.”

Several of us laughed. Jim said, “Just call any of us and we’ll be right over to help you cope with that problem.”

MEL

I’d gotten on my hands and knees on one of the Miller’s pool chaises. Behind me, pumping love into my body was Brad – the real estate client that I seduced at one of houses we were viewing months earlier. He ended up buying the house. I didn’t think that I equated the two events, but I was holding in reserve the possibility that I might need to use sex again to clinch a great real estate sale. I made $95,000 from that house sale alone. We put it in a ‘529’ account for the kids’ education.

Yes, I also knew what that made me – or would make me. I hadn’t expected it the first time, so I didn’t think I’d crossed the boundary, at least in work. Of course, many people thought that any woman that did pornography was a whore, so on that front I guess there was some stigma to my occasional videographic accomplishments.

Brad was really a hot lover. He was about five years older than me, and he sure knew how to use his equipment. He’d brought me to three orgasms already, but two of them were orally induced. He ate pussy like a great lesbian. Lisa was a lucky girl.

I opened my eyes and looked around the patio. Speaking of Lisa, my husband was fucking her in the missionary position on the massage table. Since she’d joined our Sex Club, she’d gone through a rapid transformation. She’d been kind of shy and retiring – an introvert, and I even sensed a slight panic when she had to deal with a client or show them a house.

A few months into her ‘membership’ and she’d become a happy, optimistic, extrovert. I’m sure that some of that had to be Brad’s doing. He had a knack for instilling confidence and self-assurance in someone. He pulled the rest of us along with him. He was also a hunk and a wonderful ‘catch’ for a husband, and he’d chosen Lisa.

The two of them together, as they’d been at dinner as we toasted and celebrated their engagement, were almost a throat-gagging event; they were so cloyingly in love and sweet on each other. Her eyes fluttered and flashed brightly every time she looked at him, and he’d get all googly eyes looking at her. We were all surprised that they hadn’t dropped out of the Club, at least for a while.

Nearby, Ken and Cindy were humping away, also in the doggie position. They were on one of two chaises pushed together. Cindy was kissing Jim on the adjacent chaise, and Trish was riding his cock. They worked that combination pretty well.