Chapter 50: Country Singer

MEL

At the Saturday morning Coffee Club, Anne could hardly wait to ask whether she could invite Carl Price, the rising country-music singer, to our Sex Club party that night. Everyone knew instantly who he was. The party was to be at Jim and Sarah’s.

Of course, Anne, Lisa, Mary, Wendy, Grace, and I had all fucked the rising star while we were on the cruise; some us multiple times. We each spoke well of him, but in terms of personality and in terms of stamina and sexual exploits. The conclusion we offered was that he’d be a fun addition.

Carl was a friend of Warren Prentiss. I think at one point they played wingman for each other when they went barhopping and looking for willing women.

I asked, “Will having a celebrity singer in our midst inhibit our evening in any way? How do you think the guys will respond to him?”

Sarah asked, “How did the men on your cruise interact with him?”

Anne mulled that over. The men from the Sex Club on the cruise had been Dave, Bob, Brad, and our new member Warren. She said, “I didn’t notice that they acted any differently than the other men do when we’re at one of our regular functions. They chatted, told jokes, drank, and occasionally doubled up on one of us.”

Cindy asked, “Was he at all rough or acting macho or dominant?”

Anne shook her head, “Not when he was with me or anybody that I saw him with.”

Mary volunteered, “He even liked me as a GILF, and was kind and careful when we made love. I had the impression that he’d never been in a group sex situation before; the cruise was his first.”

Lisa said, “He said to me on our first day on the boat that he’d never made love to somebody and not been in a bed. We were on a chaise on the upper deck, outside in the night air.”

Ashley asked Anne, “Did he favor you during the trip?”

Anne said, “Not at first. I think that all the women were kind of equal in his eyes, even regardless of age. We talked a lot at breakfast the next morning, made love, and then talked a lot more when we went into Key West and I guess he was in recovery mode. We then did it again once we were back on the boat, and then just before dinner when the boat stopped so we could swim naked off the back swim platform. He started to be very solicitous of me, and I think that was when he got it in his head that he especially liked me. He loved how I could dive or jump naked off the second and third decks, too.”

Grace said, “He sure can eat pussy. He got off on mine for about a half-hour after our dinner one night.”

I asked, “Did he fuck everyone?”

“I think so,” Anne said. “Everybody did. I guess he nailed each of you on that trip, and I saw him with Margo and Renata, so that’s about everyone.”

I said, “Any black balls?”

No one said anything. I turned to Anne and said, “Invite him. Let’s see whether he’s a ‘one off’ or on probation for something longer.” I turned to the others and said, “Ladies, inform your spouses and partners.”

The only feedback from the men that afternoon could be summed up in on word: ‘Cool’. They liked the idea of a celebrity in our midst.

I talked to Warren and suggested that he fill in Carl about his take on the Sex Club. He was also looking forwards to the visit.

DAVE

When Mel texted me about Carl Price being with us that evening as Anne’s date, I chuckled and gave a little cheer. He was blending into her life rather than the other way around. That meant that Anne would still be on the roster of available women in the Sex Club. I loved Anne and wanted to continue the sexual part of our relationship.

The Men’s Club was meeting in Jim’s backyard along with all our children. I told the others about our VIP visitor. Dan especially, broke into a grin, and said, “Cool.” He’d heard from me about Carl being one of the males on the Sex Cruise, but never thought that he’d get to meet the celebrity.

I was pretty good at storytelling and recounting the onboard sexual adventures that some of us had pursued during our cruise. I got Dan to the drooling point.

Dan and I then did some research about Carl on the Internet and compared notes. Mostly, we learned that he started on the guitar when he was eight years old, and started singing in front of various groups at fourteen. He’d moved to Nashville after he graduated from college, and then worked bit jobs around the city until he got a record contract four years prior and had his first hit record.

Carl had more hit records than either of us realized, with at least one hit record in the Top 25 on the country chart since he got started. He was popular and doing very well for himself.

After some chores in the afternoon, I set up the two large tents in our family room. We had some new DVDs that were PG-rated for the kids to watch that evening. The front doors of the tents were pulled back, and everyone inside could be in a sleeping bag and still see the TV screen.

The party that evening was at Jim and Sarah’s house. I carried over a couple of food dishes that Mel had whipped together that afternoon, and stayed there. Mel waited for the arrival of Willow and Tracy our babysitting team, along with the six other children that would join our two for a ‘picnic’ and then some movies.

I couldn’t speak for the other children, but our kids loved the Saturday evening parties. They’d reached the stage where they had opinions on movies, games, and other entertainment.

Gradually, the others drifted in from the neighborhood or from elsewhere in the city. George and Jeannie Rendall – Lisa’s parents – carpooled with my parents to the orgy. They’d already ‘socialized’ over the past few weeks with Bob and Mary, even getting into partner swaps as a warm-up for them to this evening.

Jeannie made a beeline to me as soon as she saw me. She wrapped me in her arms and plastered kisses all over me. “I’m so glad that you’re here. I hope that you’ll be one of my partners tonight. I’ve thought about you a lot since we talked so franking on the jet back from St. Croix.”

I noted that George, Jeannie’s husband, had quickly engaged Wendy in conversation and active wooing. My parents seemed to be going after Brad and Lisa right at that moment, and dinner hadn’t even started.

Cocktails were well underway when Anne arrived with Carl Price. She did a credible job of introducing him to each person in the group. He already knew a half-dozen of us from the cruise, and that helped integrate him to the party. Thankfully, no one had the audacity to ask him to sing for us or for a selfie.

Mel already informed me that Anne was to be his first partner as the sex got started, so that he’d get a feel from her about how the evenings typically unfolded. As I got to welcome him to the group, I volunteered my services and counsel to Carl if he had any questions that he didn’t want to bounce off of Anne or someone else. He nodded and admitted that indeed might be the case, but later.

MEL

I was lying naked on one of the large futons that had been spread out on the Dustin’s back patio. Next to me, Warren Prentiss lay panting over the exertions he’d just put into the half-hour of fucking we’d just finished. Of course, I was kind of drippy with his jizz leaking from my vagina, but that was normal, especially at the end of an evening of non-stop fucking.

My first partner that evening had started with Ross Buckman, the new age minister and faculty member that Brad and Lisa had used at their wedding in St. Croix. He was a hot fuck, and knew how to please a woman.

My second partner had been Jim Dustin, our host and a dentist in town. I’d gotten in a short fuck with Dan Ferguson, my husband’s colleague at Prentiss Enterprises, and then I’d captured Warren.

Warren had paid me a shitload of money for going on a sex-filled cruise with him and some of his buddies. I brought some of my buddies, too, and we had a nearly non-stop orgy from the time we left the bay and got into the Gulf of Mexico.

I felt both guilty and whorish for taking Warren’s money. I gave half of it, $20,000, to the Prentiss Foundation and the work they were doing to reduce or eliminate homelessness. It was a drop in the buck compared to some of their donations, but it did reduce my guilt.

As far as feeling whorish – getting paid to fuck some men I didn’t know beforehand, I was weathering that storm pretty well, and was considering offering myself up for future ‘cruises’ or events, whether I got paid or not.

Was I worried about what my husband or others would think about me? Maybe I should have been, but I felt intensely supported by Dave, his parents, and my close friends. I’d even told them, in detail, about the far bigger orgy I’d been involved in up in Tallahassee when I’d been promoting some of my pornography. I made over $2,000 for that impromptu event. That riled up everybody, and we had a great fucking party that night.