Chapter 11: Veronica

Geoff returned from the marketing tour to find that both his children had got themselves lovers, as they called them, and so in practice had his wife. Quite a score for a two week outing. That didn’t mean he or they were any less horny, tired as he was. Two weeks on the road with Veronica would tire out any man but things had been much easier with her this time. When he told her that not only did Gwen know and had known for years but that she was alright with it. At first Veronica hadn’t believed him, thinking that he himself had been fooled but when he told her the full tale and how much happier they all were now that they’d accepted their perverse sexuality she changed her mind.

“That woman is a saint that neither of us deserve,”

she said. He had refused her nothing these past two weeks, neither the risky public sex nor the food play that had cranked up the room service expenses. They had even spoken a little about Martin and he’d helped her see more of his manipulation that she’d been blind to.

“You mean he actually sets your pay by those stupid satisfaction index things he sends me every month?”

“Yes he does.”

“But I always send them back the same, to defy him, with everything in the middle.”

“And that’s why I never get a raise.”

Veronica was appalled and apologetic and sympathetic all at once. More genuine emotion than he had seen out of her in years. They made love that night, really made love. It was on a rather cold bathroom floor which was very, very messy by the time they’d finished but it felt good. What with Veronica and now Gwen he would have to get used to this whole vomiting business.

Veronica wanted to fix it all by jamming everything up to five on the next survey but that would be a red flag. They worked out a strategy where she’d have a plausible justification for every change and he’d still be way better off by the end of the year.

They’d plotted and planned like the business partnership they’d been for years and fucked like lovers, trashing hotel bathrooms and scandalized those with a view of their balcony across four jurisdictions.

Gwen welcomed him home late on Friday with sex in the front hall and tales of her open affair with Mike Green. Phil welcomed him home all over again the next morning with their now traditional homecoming blow job. Having Billy Everard in the room would once have been an issue but they had history and high fived as they both came in Phil at the same time.

Phil was house swapping quite frequently with Molly at the moment, so a couple of days later Geoff came down to breakfast to see the naked Everard beauty sat in his kitchen. She was an odd one. Completely open, fearless and shameless. She fucked Dan in front of him as if it was nothing and yet she didn’t lack passion or presence in the moment. Quite the opposite. He was almost certain that if he’d asked she would have fucked him too, with genuine if lesser passion, and yet she made no move to initiate it beyond being incredibly sexy, bold and available. He was grateful, he had enough sex hungry beautiful women in his life. He was also happy. I mean, how many men could truly say that!?

Veronica would be coming for the weekend in three weeks time. Gwen was concerned but not about Veronica being there

“That’s the weekend Matt and Marissa have invited us to a barbeque.”

“OK. That sounds fun, we should all go along,”

Geoff said thinking of steak and corn cobbs.

“This is Matt and Marissa we’re talking about remember. I’m sure the food will be good and so will the group sex and the wet sex and the vomit swapping will be awesomely sophisticated and up market entertainment for your visiting lover.”

“I see what you mean but don’t worry, she’ll love every moment of it.”

He gave an astonished Gwen the blow by blow of the last two weeks, which of course resulted in them being the ones fucking on the floor when the kids came home from school.