Chapter 6: The Warehouse

The next morning, Ted gave me a beautiful wake up fuck. He was so tender and loving, I couldn’t help but have loving feelings for the man even though he was married and I was in a loving relationship three-thousand miles to the east. We really did make love.

Wes had been with Ann, and Jon with Em overnight. We all arrived in the kitchen within a few minutes of each other, and we all had that just fucked façade that’s hard to hide. I teased Ann about it for a minute and made her blush.

After coffee had been served, Ann and I strolled out onto the pool deck in our beautiful nakedness.

I said to Ann, “I’m falling in love with your husband. He’s so loving and tender with me.”

“You inspire him,” she told me quite openly before I could say more. “He talked about you for a couple of months after the last time you were here. We even used you in some of our fantasies. I didn’t think he’d get over you, and apparently he didn’t.”

“I’m not...”

Ann interrupted, “Oh, I know. I’m not angry or peeved or anything. I’m really glad he finds some love energy to share with you. It comes back to me eventually. Not to deflate your ego, but we’ve been here before with other women. I know he still loves them, too, but I’m the one he comes home to, and for that matter, he’s the guy I come home to. I have my own fantasy men. Wes is one of them.”

I said softly, “I do love you, too, you know. I hope we have some time together soon.”

Ann leaned in and kissed me, “Me, too. Don’t worry about Ted and me; we’ve each had serious love interests since we were married, and even while we were dating, but nothing got in the way of us getting and staying together. I have to trust the universe on this – that things will turn out the way they’re supposed to for us.”

Ann looked at me and smiled warmly-, “No other woman has ever told me that they were falling for my husband. Maybe they were too embarrassed.”

I speculated, “Or they were operating on old memes that say you can only love one person as a time. I’m way past that.”

Ann recalled, “Oh, yes. You’re loving in a polyamorous group, right?”

“Yes. We’re up to six men and ten women living together, plus many others we care for. We’re building a great condo in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that will house all of us together.”

“And you’re all loving and sexual?”

I smiled, “In every sense of the word, although the guys don’t do anything with each other.”

Ann chuckled, “There are stronger sex role messages in society for males than for females. In the past decade or two I think those messages for females have gone the other way, actually encouraging bisexuality or lesbianism.” She laughed and said, “I got the new messages.”

“I agree. When my sister and I started, it was so natural and just fine to have that kind of relationship, and as our circle of lovers expanded I felt wonderful including people of either sex. All that said, you have to realize that I’m a sex slut and nymphomaniac.”

Em came up and joined us, “Did I hear the words sex and slut? Count me in.”

I explained our conversation to Em.

As she hugged the two of us to her nude body, Em said, “I love Ted, too. He’s very special.”

Ann asked Em, “Would Wes feel threatened if you told him you were in love with Ted?”

Em thought aloud, “I’m not sure. Having sex with him is okay, but falling in love might make him question things a little about our relationship. I suppose we ought to have ‘the talk’ with Wes about that, you know, the one about being able to love two or more people at a time.”

Wes, Ted, and Jon joined us. Wes said in a happy tone, “I heard my name?”

Em hugged Wes, and said, “What’s your reaction if I tell you I’m in love with Ted.”

“Are you?” His voice sounded edgy and a little unsure of things.

“Sort of. Like Sheila, I think he’s very lovable, just like you are to me only more so.”

Wes looked around the breakfast circle on the patio; all eyes were on him. He started, “I ... guess ... I’d have to hope that ... you still love me enough to stay around in my life ... and won’t Ted and Ann have something to say about your feelings for him?”

Ted said in a low voice, “I love Ann and Sheila and Emmy.” He paused and then continued, “Wes, don’t take this the wrong way, but I also love you and Jon, I just don’t want to take that in a sexual direction, if you please.”

Wes chuckled. “I guess on that basis we love the same people, but Emily has become the most important person in my life these past months. I think of us as a permanent couple now. I love her.”

Em quietly said, “You do? You never told me you felt that way.”

“I sort of hoped you felt it – that you knew.”

“I do.” She went and wrapped her naked body around Wes and hugged him. She cried a little, “Oh, God, I really, really do. I love you so much.” Emily launched herself into Wes’ arms and pulled his head to hers in a passionate kiss.

I grabbed ahold of Jon and Ann’s hands, and said, “Come on folks. Let them have a moment of alone time.” Ted followed and we went inside to clean up the breakfast dishes.

When I looked back over my shoulder at Em and Wes, she was pulling him down on one of the chaises, one hand frantically stroking his engorged cock. I knew they’d be a few minutes as they had an intimate lovemaking session.

That afternoon the six of us drove north to a warehouse in Ventura County. This was our next filming location. Wes wanted Em and me to play the roles of secretary and warehouse clerk in the midst of a bunch of guys that do the heavy lifting and drive forklift trucks in the distribution center to move inventory in and out of the various tall shelves that went up fifty feet. Wes had actually engaged some of the guys that normally work in the center to provide some of the background for our film.

Ted and Ann had come out the previous week and filmed the warehouse on a normal workday moving around boxes and shrink-wrapped furniture and electrical gear, so Wes had what he called stock footage to fill in around the start and end of the film.

Wes explained, “Most of the guys didn’t know why we were there. We were just doing some filming for archive. Today, the few of them that we engaged will learn that we also had an ulterior motive, and that was to get leaders, interrupters, and trailers for our adult video.”

Nancy showed up right at noon, along with another video guy, some lighting guys, and four male porn stars neither Em nor I had met before – Camp, Joe, Ryan, and Wade. All four were big strapping men with arms on them larger than my legs because they obviously lifted weights and worked out. All sported impressive tattoos, yet the men had nice dispositions and not one of them seemed to be on any kind of ego trip. They were dressed to look like warehouse workers, and even their t-shirts matched those of the regular employees who would be working in our background.

A new face also appeared, Maryanne. She was a newly minted college graduate from UCLA who’d studied theater arts and film. I talked with her briefly and she explained that the only job she could find in her field after graduation was working part time for Wes in all his film endeavors. She hadn’t been around the day before because she’d been chasing down some footage for Wes’ documentary about the Watts Riots. She described her job as script girl for a film that had no script, and general go-fer and general do anything girl that needs to be done. Maryanne was really nice, although a little chunky with dark framed glasses.