Kit's Adventures
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 10: An Idea Takes Root
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10: An Idea Takes Root - The members of the Girls’ Wednesday Luncheon Group change multiple marriages, becoming the basis for many sex parties, create a sexually-based business, and then do award-winning adult videos. The main protagonist is Kit, a hot, young female, married to Dax, and willing to try just about anything that’s adventurous. This erotic novel is presented here weekly over the next half-year.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Violence
I started the girls weekly luncheon on Wednesday on the quiet side. My friends that went to the previous Saturday night party mentioned which men they’d hooked-up with and their experiences. It was an arousing discussion.
Allison asked about inviting a relatively new woman that had been at the Ross’ house to join us at some lunch – Elynn Ghent. We were all in favor after her description of Elynn. Dax had spoken highly of her.
Eventually, Molly asked me, “How’d your trip to see your sister and parents go?”
I think they all knew instantly that I’d been naughty, most likely because I blushed up a pink color and gave evasive glances around the table.
Allison picked up on it. “You’re blushing. You slut. What’d you do?” She laughed and pulled on one of my arms.
I confessed, “I was very naughty. I found out that my sister is an escort – a high-end escort. Skipping over the how it happened, I ended up with an escort date almost every night I was there last week.”
The girls were speechless. Allison finally asked, “And ... you got paid?”
“By the end of the week, I was $14,500 richer. My sister said that was a good but not-untypical week.”
Allison raved, “HOLY SHIT, KIT. That’s ... FABULOUS.”
Molly jumped up and down and was smiling. “I agree. That’s cool. I always wanted to do something like that. Tell us. Tell us.”
The others also leaned forward to me with great interest and smiles. They still accepted me. Crystal was there laughing. She could see what I expected to happen.
I was surprised. I expected to be shunned and kicked out of the group.
I said, “Tell you what?”
“Details! Come on. Who’d you fuck? What were they like? Was it fun? Was any part of it a bad experience?”
I cleared my head. I told them first how I’d first suspected and then discovered about my sister having an alternate career that made her a lot of money. I said, “I even thought about how she might be fucking guys for money, but I discounted it because she was my sister and had been such a goody-goody growing up. Anyway, after I confronted her about the clues I’d found, she confessed. I got a few details from her.
“Then, I showed my sister one of my porn videos and revealed our participation in the swinger’s group. I told how Dax and I had started our naughty behavior with each other. Beth wants to come and meet all you and fuck all your husbands, by the way.
“Beth and I swapped more details and then she asked me if I was horny and would I want to have some fun with some of her clients. That resulted in my first encounter with twin brothers and, subsequently, a week of fucking and getting paid for it.” I told about each man that I’d fucked, some multiple times, and how much I made from each encounter and how fast it added up.
I said more, “As far as any part of it being a bad experience, I’m still thinking on that – the fallout may not have even started. For one, I thought you’d all kick me to curb as being too outrageous, illegal, and immoral.”
They all shook their heads and laughed. Sheri declared, “You’ve got the wrong group of friends here if you expect that behavior. We’re right with you and ready to get in line to try it.”
Allison urged me to say more. “What else? You weren’t finished.”
I said, “Dax encouraged me when I was up north. We talked a few times on the phone during my trip, and have talked a lot since I got home. He wanted lots of details. He was also amazed at the money I brought home. I think that he wants me to do go on dates here in town, but I’m not so sure about that. I’m worried that if I get into something like that, it’ll really change my marriage or me in an unpredictable and bad way.”
Crystal said, “Find a middle ground. Even ask your husband to help define it for you.”
I liked that suggestion. “Thanks. If I decide to go further, I’ll do just that. I’m still feeling pretty naughty.”
Molly said, “Let me explain something to you, but first a couple of questions. How many porn videos have you done?”
“About twenty-five feature length and short videos,” I explained. Crystal nodded in agreement, since she was kind of my employer for the porn.
“And in how many of those were with guys you met for the first time when you showed up to do the video? For instance, when Crystal brought in somebody from the modeling agency or by way of her contacts at the gym.”
“Maybe about half of my videos.”
“And did you get paid for each of those videos? If so, how much?”
“All but the last couple, because they’re out to be sold right now. On average, I got between $2,000 and $4,000 per video depending on length.”
Molly went on, “Well, all of us have done the same thing, although a few of us have done more videos and a few less. So, we meet a man we probably didn’t know before, fuck the daylights out of each other, and then get paid for it. I don’t see much difference between what we’ve all done and what you did as an escort – meet a guy you didn’t know, fuck him like crazy, and then get paid. The only slight differences are that we had cameras watching us fuck, and there were a few months before we got paid for our ‘artistic’ work.”
I chucked, “And so, what are you telling me?”
“That we’re all whores and prostitutes. We all like to fuck for money, and I for one have no intention of stopping.”
Crystal was laughing and nodding. She threw in, “There is one more difference. The cameras make it legal, otherwise the vice squad could consider it prostitution. My understanding is that if we are creating erotic art, then it’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Sheri asked, “Could we film ourselves? For instance, be making our own porn videos and use that as a guise for escorting?”
Crystal shrugged, “I don’t see why not? You’d need what you see me use – model release forms for all parties being videoed, a good camera or two, maybe some fancy lighting, possibly somebody else taking pictures, but otherwise it might be a ploy to try. Far better, is to not get picked up for soliciting or fucking for money.”
I commented, “Beth doesn’t do any of that stuff. She just advertises and fucks.”
Dax didn’t bug me at all about my escort work even through the weekend, and we went back to acting like horny newlyweds and fucking three times a day. I love him and all the sex we had. Further, we went to a weekend party at Crystal’s home, so I got to sample some new cock yet again. This time I discovered Alan and Steve.
Alan was an investment friend from work with Ross. This was his first party, and he’d brought his girlfriend Tara. She looked about as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. I befriended the two of them, and particularly Tara.
Tara was a ‘hot’, short-haired, dirty blonde, and although nervous about this party, seemed to have a good dose of self-confidence. It turned out that she was a flight attendant for Atlantic Airlines. Crystal had done that too before she started Crystal Blue Photography, but they didn’t know each other.
Tara also had done a half-dozen adult videos like so many of us in the party group did, using the stage name Tara Skye, a fitting name since she spent most of her business day attending to passengers at 40,000-feet.
She told me how Alan had recognized her as a porn star on one of her flights and teased her privately and gently about it during the flight. Ultimately, they swapped contact information. Later, they became an item and she moved in with him after he moved to be near her. They were a serious couple, but also liked a sense of variety in their lives.
Crystal and I invited Tara to our Wednesday lunches, if she was in town. She indicated that she’d like that a lot. “I need more girlfriends. We rotate crews so much at the airline, that it’s hard to develop any friendships there.”
Later that evening, I watched Dax plundering the new pussy. Tara seemed very pleased to be with him.
Dax had just come home from work and I’d met him at the front door wearing only a pearl necklace and a smile. Just inside the open door as he came in, I hopped up on our hallway credenza and hooked my heels over the edge of the top with my privates blatantly exposed. I was also totally visible to the front door to anybody that happened to be walking or driving by the house.
Dax dropped to his knees and plastered his face against my pussy, driving his tongue about as deep inside me as anybody I knew could. I swear my man had the longest tongue in existence, at least for a human. I was the benefactor of his genetics only a moment later when he brought me to my first orgasm. Two fingers curled to my G-spot inside me also helped.
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