Neighborhood Sex Club - Book 2
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Chapter 63: Two Years Later
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 63: Two Years Later - 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
I spent a year feeling like a little kid who’d been thrown into the deep end of a pool and told to learn to swim. I was the anointed head of the Prentiss Foundation. After a lot of coaching by the PR gurus in Prentiss Enterprises, I was marched before the public on TV, radio, and in the press on behalf of various causes the Foundation funded. Paul told me that I excelled at the PR stuff.
I made the sojourns to the major cities in the country to try to talk various people into donating huge chunks of their wealth to the Foundation and to make specific projects happen. I did not take Mel or any other woman with the intent to use sex to help sell the idea of a generous donation. Over my first three months in the Foundation, I’d added about a half-a-billion dollars to the fund. Well, I hadn’t personally done that. I’d talked a number of rich men and women into contributing.
Back at home, we’d also established a priority scheme for investments and grants that the Foundation would make. I’d also coupled the Foundation in more closely with Dan Ferguson, who’d succeeded me as the new head of Prentiss Investments. He was going through the same growth spurt and feeling at the deep end of the pool.
After many discussions about the future between the adults in my household, we decided to make a number of changes to the Janson home.
First, Cindy wanted to become a mother. I made that happen for her, and thus Beth and Scott were going to have a little brother or sister in a few months – a half-bro or half-sis, actually. I was ecstatic. The pregnancy was a unanimous family decision with Beth and Scott participating and voting. Cindy took pains to keep the insemination in the family, too.
Second, with six adults, two growing kids, and a bun in the oven, we decided we needed more room in the house. That said, we didn’t want to move away from the neighborhood. People we loved were very close by – in particular, the Millers, Dustins, Londons, and Sages.
Thus, we contracted for an immense expansion of the house – outward and upward in about every direction. We spent six months meeting thrice weekly with our architect to hone the design for our present and future needs. The result was to turn our 2,000 square foot home into one of about 5,000 square feet. We also nuked the pool in order to expand to that space. A new pool was planned further back in the yard, but that was a year away, just yet. Construction got underway.
I presided over the Prentiss Foundation Gala for the first time and later was told that I was the bon vivant of the night, and helped make it a joyous and memorable night for the five-hundred guests that attended. Again, I had Mel and Wendy on the dais table with me during dinner. By then, my lifestyle had been gossiped about so much that no one batted an eye. My other wives and a few friends were at a nearby table. Probably a few noted that Cindy was in a family way and that I paid special attention to her.
Paul gave me complete access to the corporate jet and the large yacht – the Prentiss Sea. When the weather was optimal, I did conduct weekend cruises that tied various celebrities and moguls to the Foundation in some way. They were non-sexual – well, mostly.
We did take the Sex Club and Sex Club II on a cruise over a long weekend. The mix of the groups and the experience sharing was a huge success and resulted in a clamor for more joint activities. We’re thinking about those now.
I stopped teaching at the university. I just didn’t have the time then to devote to the students. Instead, I opened up discussions with the Phi Theta Rho fraternity and Kappa Delta Alpha sorority on behalf of the Foundation. Those two groups would be our contact on campus since they were always looking for worthwhile projects to conduct. The Foundation would fund those projects and they’d provide the labor and upbeat hoo-ha to spread the good word around campus. The deal was a win-win.
They eagerly accepted my challenge to redirect their efforts and also to unite the two Greek organizations. With Brent and Marie’s leadership, we also folded Sex Club II into the united group. Not everyone participated but there was sure an increase in the love and caring on campus.
Our friend, Ian Kent, became the new chapter president of PTR. Ella Dickenson, one of the original founders of Group II, became the head of KDA in her last year as an undergrad. They helped cement the two organizations together, and also to introduce a new and attractive ethos to the groups.
To reward the two groups for a fabulous year and several large and successful projects in the city, I opened up the Prentiss Sea for a long weekend. We took a voyage to nowhere, and it was the largest orgy that certainly I’d ever been on.
I came home early from work to check on some of the construction on the house. The workers had left but the owner of the contracting firm was there. We walked through some details and a minor change order, and then he left, too.
Trish appeared back from her teaching post. She was living her dream and teaching science in the local middle school. She didn’t have a full-time appointment, yet; but was filling in nearly fulltime for a teacher out on maternity leave. She was also working with some foster kids to help them adjust to life. I got a megawatt smile from her and a kiss. We gave each other ‘that look’ and five minutes later were making love on the big bed.
Cindy was back from her job at Rayco. She was entry-level in their I.T. department and having a lot of fun and challenges she liked on the job. She mentioned seeing Mike that day. He worked there, too, only was out in the field at customer sites much of the time. Cindy was really starting to show. She’d had to move out of what she called ‘regular’ clothes into ‘pregnant’ clothes. I knew from living with Mel during our two pregnancies that Cindy had a long way to go.
I went out to get the mail and ended up talking to Stone from next door. The two of us attracted Jim and Sarah as they got home from their jobs. They each had good jobs and were good friends and parents.
Stone reported that Toni was pregnant and was at an OB/GYN appointment. If the timing was right, she’d deliver about a month behind Cindy. The threesome had decided to expand organically. His job was solid and he’d been well-rewarded by a happy board as he transformed his company – Retail Software. Mandy London had helped Robyn had get a job as a paralegal for the same legal firm. The two women had also become BFFs. Meanwhile, the threesome in the Sage house was working smoothly.
One minor item of note about the two women was that both were becoming favorites on the Internet for some videos they’d made with Ron Tensen. Robyn and Mandy were porn queens and loving it.
Neal London’s new hotel out on the barrier island was a smashing success. Under his management and skill in hiring top people, he’d gotten the place five-star ratings in the top rating sites and books used by picky consumers and travelers. The occupancy rate at his hotel was running close to one-hundred percent year-around.
Ken and Ashley joined out group clustered in the street. Ashley was also expecting a child in a few months, although she wasn’t showing yet. Ken willingly disclosed that Mike was the sperm donor and wanted to share the daddy-duties with Ken. Mike had fully moved out of his apartment and into the home with Ken and Ash. They, too, were a functional and happy threesome of the other kind.
Both Mike and Charlotte liked living almost next door. With lots of encouragement, they continued their slightly incestuous brother-sister relationship. Charlotte was finishing up her Ph.D., writing her dissertation on human tribes that resembled the bonobos apes. Guess what Sex Clubs were features as exhibits in her research.
I noted that Sarah seemed more relaxed since she’d become part of the tenured faculty at the university. Either Mel or I still appeared in her classes each semester to talk about the ‘tribe’ that we’d assembled. Sarah had also written a rather erudite book about unique polyamorous relationships that featured many facets of what we humorously still called the Sex Club. Of course, she referenced Charlotte’s research.