Neighborhood Sex Club - Book 2
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Chapter 61: Plausible Deniability
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 61: Plausible Deniability - Due to the waning sex in their marriages and busy lives, three ‘hot’ neighbors create some sexual challenges, with some requiring people other than their spouses. As the games go on, others besides the three couples join in, forming a Neighborhood Sex Club. Many adventures occur, especially for Melissa, the wildest of the group. Book Two! The sexual challenges, initiated in the first book by Melissa (Mel) and her friends, continue on!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
DAVE
The regular Sex Club gathering was at Mel’s and my home. Thus, I went around being sure the backyard was in shape: the chaises were clean, the pool working, barbecue ready, and many other details that had almost become routine.
We would have a couple of special visitors later. Barbara Rendall-Burke, Lisa’s sister, husband Paul, and lover Bill were coming. Heather Lighter, Brad’s other sister, was eager to attend. Mel was again hosting Darius. They worked about half-time during the week at making porn videos.
Charlotte also fit into the new and eager category, although I hadn’t seen her since Tuesday evening’s class. Students were starting to put on a cram to study for final exams. We still had two more official weeks of the semester and then I looked forward to doing something with Mike’s step-sister.
Several in our group dropped off food and hors d’oeuvres in late afternoon. This was normal, since they wouldn’t have to carry anything later in the evening. Mel and I had added a second refrigerator in the garage to handle some of this stuff.
After a swim and some exercise, I just kept my swim trunks on and tossed on a t-shirt. Our gatherings were very informal. The first to arrive were Stone, Robyn, and Toni. The two women were deliciously naked except for baseball caps and sunglasses. Stone shook his head as I greeted him. He said, “They decided that from now on we are in a free-use nudist colony next door. If you ever need any poontang, just come on over.”
Paul and Margo arrived. She sized up the nudity and joined in but kept a sash around her waist. So did Sarah and Ashley when they arrived. By then, some of the men got that same virus. Swimsuits stayed dry because they were just tossed aside when people swam. The rest of the women and men went topless.
Charlotte appeared in front of me naked and wearing three-inch heels that did wonders for her legs. She put her arms around my neck, rubbed her hard nipple across my chest a few times, and then we had some very nice kisses. I was able to reach behind her as we kissed and hold her wonderful bubble butt. God, she was hot.
I teased her, “You already have an ‘A’ in my class.”
She kissed my nose, “Oh, I don’t ever want to stop doing any of this affection stuff with you. Sometime, very soon, we’re going to find that we are an explosive combination of lovers.” She had given me a hard-on that was just for her. I also knew that she was right about an explosive coupling.
I greeted more and more people until we had a good-size crowd on our back patio and pool deck – maybe around forty of us. I noted that Jim, Ken, Mike, and Evan had carried over the roaming pile of cushy exercise mats that were used around the neighborhood at the sex parties.
I worked the grill with a few of the other men keeping me company. As usual, Mel was flying around tending to details. Everyone seemed happy, and I felt a lilt in the conversation, compared to other gathering I’d been to.
I put on the sexy dance mix after dinner to signal that sexual things were especially invited the rest of the evening. A few people got up to dance, and a few others hit the pool. I had sat down again to finish my cup of coffee. I’d been talking across the table to Patti about the next wedding she was planning.
Mike came over and whispered in her ear. She had him repeat something and then agreed. I assumed they were going to be first-round partners. Mike came around the table to me.
“Dave, I have a special request from a very special person. We want you to wear this for the next hour or two.” He held out a black eye mask, the kind they give you on flights overseas along with a set of ear plugs.
I immediately guessed what was on the agenda. I hesitated
Mike said, “Please. I promise that you’ll never regret what will happen.”
Patti had come around the table to join Mike. She said, “I know your reservations, but you’re using an institution as a barrier to love. Don’t. Everyone here wants this for you ... and for her.”
With little thought beyond those seconds, I slipped the opaque mask over my head and made sure of a comfortable fit.
Mike said, “Just stay here for a few seconds ... and thank you for your cooperation.” I guess he’d turned to Patti, because I heard him say, “Would you join me on that chaise over there?” She agreed and I sensed that they moved away towards the pool deck.
Less than a minute later, I sensed another person in front of me. The back on a feminine hand stroked my cheek, and then my head was nudged up so she could kiss me – a long, sultry kiss that communicated a lot of love, lust, desire, and passion. I kissed back with the same emotions.
I went to use my hands on the hot body, but her voice whispered, “Not yet. Just me pleasing you for now.” My hands were put back at my sides. Kisses rained down on the face, neck, shoulders, pecs, and lower as she knelt in front of me. My athletic shorts were removed so that I was nude.
Warm, wet, and wonderful lips surround my aroused penis, taking all of me into her wet cavern. Her tongue moved all over me as one of her hands slowly moved me to and from her maw. I was rapidly swelling, a point I hoped made her happy.
Between her hands and mouth, I couldn’t have avoided getting hard if I worked at it. She brought me up to the consistency of granite, yet all my senses were heightened and the pleasure sensations from my cock dominated my head.
My mystery woman (?) made love to my cock for at least ten minutes. I lost track of time, but this was a breathtaking experience. I’d almost cum twice, but she’d backed me down.
A pause in the fellatio. She stood in front of where I sat, now with my pecker pointed at the North Star.
One hand grasped my shoulder, and the other my rampant cock. I felt my mushroomed head drag back and forth through a warm wet gash – wet with the lubricating fluids that presaged sex.
She stopped at a critical point, and then the warmth and slipperiness of her vagina surrounded my cock, halfway at first, and then until I had no more to offer to her. We were as joined in our sex, our love, our caring, as we could get.
I felt a couple of tears on my body as she leaned in go kiss me. “Oh, God, this is so right. I love you so much, I love you, I love you.”
My hands came into play and I caressed her and pulled her close to me, her breasts on my chest and my cock deep in her love tunnel. We moved together creating a delicious friction that we worked to extend.
I finally decided to stop the charade. Fuck the university. I said to her, “Charlotte, I love you, too.” I removed the mask and we kissed as we made love. She was spectacular. I sucked on her breasts as she rode my body,
I spent the whole evening making love with Charlotte, and then she slept with me in our big bed as a few others also crashed around us. Our naked bodies hadn’t really separated since she’d mounted me out at the party.
MEL
I started the Saturday party with Warren. He was in rare form and as horny as I’d ever seen him. I made sure he connected with Anne and Monica after our tryst. They’d each been with him before, but shortly they would be playing the role of escorts that he’d engaged to please some of his rich clients that he was seducing into the Prentiss Foundation – most likely for tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars.
In my various conversations with Warren, I learned that he had often used women as crowbars in various business situations to make various things happen. He’d commented one time that he had to walk a fine line between rules in the Prentiss Foundation and Prentiss Enterprises that Paul imposed and had institutionalized, and keeping his nose clean, unlike infamous individuals like Jeffery Epstein. I had noted his caution with potentially underage girls around the time we first met.
I checked on Darius, and he was happy just then making love with Mary – Dave’s mother. She seemed deliriously joyful with the porn star’s big cock sawing into to her body. As the oldest women in the Sex Club, she sure set a good example. I was glad to have her in the family.
Later, I saw Paul Prentiss watching his brother with Monica. They weren’t doing anything unusual given the setting, but there was a scowl on the billionaire’s face that made me wonder whether something else wasn’t afoot.
Bill Taylor approached me. I think the last time that I’d been with him at been at the post-wedding orgy when Brad and Lisa got married. Lisa’s sister Barb was married to Paul Burke, but Bill was her piece on the side. They were a very liberated couple.
Bill was more ‘bullish’ than the men in our regular group. He understood a part of foreplay that I’d more or less forgotten – the psychological side. As he started in on my body, he talked about what he was seeing in me and what he wanted. He asked me whether I was ‘ready’, without saying ready for what or defining the term. By then, he had me dripping and my clitoris was aching and needed his cock rubbing against it as he fucked me. He got me soaring and hornier than I’d been in ages.
Bill commented about Dave with a blindfold on. Charlotte was sucking on his cock, and also moving around his body delivering kisses everywhere. The poor girl had a crush about a mile deep on my husband. I hope she planned on playing by the same set of rules that the rest of us did – no exclusivity, and so on. Dave wouldn’t have it any other way, I knew for sure.
As we watched Dave and Charlotte, Bill said, “You’re going to have that girl in your bed a lot. I talked to her at dinner.” He waved his arm around at all the sexual situations going on, “She’s into all this like you wouldn’t believe. Her brother must be a great salesman. She spent half our meal telling me how great you, Dave, and everybody was, and how Saturday nights were the apex of the week and now her life.”
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