Kit's Adventures
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Chapter 14: Emotional Attachment
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: Emotional Attachment - 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
As I was getting my stuffing fucked out of me by Cory and Troy, I wondered how successful my husband was with the mature Margaret Edline-Windsor – our first City Guys ‘date’. She was twelve years older than Dax, so I applied the mature label.
I hoped he pleased her, and I hope that he got a lot of pleasure from the engagement. I was checking my phone for messages when I got one from Dax. It said, ’Staying over. ILY.’
I quickly texted back, ’Great. Enjoy. ILYT. I’ll be at Ross’ house.’ On that note, Troy and I went into one of the guest rooms and shacked up for the night. He was good for two more fucks overnight and one in the morning before we both left the next morning. I loved young men.
I’d had an early text from Dax that morning that I found as collected my clothes to head home. ’Going straight into work this morning. Hope you had fun, too. I’ll share details later, but I think evening and night went extremely well for ‘date’ – plus me. I’ll even be home early. ILY.’
I texted to Dax that he should send flowers to her room as a kind of pièce de résistance for his time with her. I wasn’t sure whether we were building a repeat client or not, but it would still be a nice gesture. I also thought what I’d feel like as a forty-four-year-old woman that had hired a gigolo; I’d want some warmer feeling that I wasn’t just a piece of meat to the man. The flowers would help remove that stigma.
Dax texted back that he liked that idea and would take care of it. He did mention that he had an envelope, meaning money, and the client’s expressed desire to see him again on her next visit to our city. Repeat business was good.
That day, at our girls’ lunch, I told what I knew about Dax’s date the night before. My friends were fascinated with the ‘gigolo factor’, as they called it. Sheri said, “Wouldn’t it be great to have two strong sides to this business – one feminine and one masculine?”
My stereotypes made me think that the male-for-hire side of the business wouldn’t be as strong as the female side, but I’d wait to see how things played out over time. I did make a mental note to add some emphasis to the male side of things on the website.
Dax was home early that afternoon, arriving home about five rather than six p.m. He laughed when I met him at the door with a questioning look on my face. He teased, “Curious, are we?”
I nodded as I hugged and kissed him. “Absolutely. I want to know how my husband is doing, and also whether he has sexual needs that I can fulfill for him.”
He kissed me passionately, and said, “Damned right, I want you. Let’s get in bed and I’ll fill you in on my ‘date’.”
We scrambled to the bedroom and out of our clothes. We didn’t waste a lot of time with foreplay. I got his cock in me and moved so that I had every millimeter of it deep inside me and could also look him in the eye. We then settled down.
Dax told his story of his first escort date. “I arrived at The Mark, and called her room on the house phone to be sure she was ready for a visitor. She sounded eager and said she’d be right down. A minute later, the elevator door opened and Margo, as she told me to call her, came up to me. We kissed gently and slowly, and I presented the flower to her. That was the perfect touch – not too heavy and not too lame. She looked at me as though I was her savior.
“Margo was forty-four, had brunette hair that was short, a nice body shape with some bust, and a very pleasant disposition. She came across as a ‘soccer mom’ and I wondered why she was hiring me, but I didn’t push the issue.
“I suggested a drink in the hotel bar or at the lounge down the street. She wanted to stay close to home at that point. I took her arm and steered her to the hotel bar where we got a table. I sat next to her and held her hand in my lap. I stroked her hand and wrist in a sexy way, and she studied what I was doing and then looked at me, almost to see whether I was sincere. I was. She gave off warm and loving vibes.
“To start the conversation, I told her a little about my work and our relationship. I think she was relieved that I was married, and that we had an open marriage. I even told her that you’d gone over to a friend’s home that evening to enjoy sex with some of our friends. That kind of rattled her sensibilities, but then she recovered. I explained that we both liked group sex.
“Margo seemed pretty conservative. She asked about just how open our marriage was, and so I went into a deeper discussion of the philosophy you and I have been developing. She didn’t say it, but I had the feeling that she had problems in her marriage at home.
“I told her that you’d been invited to do adult videos. That fascinated her. I showed her a clip of you fucking with Mitch that I’d queued up on my iPhone just for the occasion. Margo’s eyes were riveted on the screen as she watched. I think you turned her on a great deal, by the way.
“I asked whether she’d ever enjoyed making love with another woman. It was a casual question that fit the moment, but she flinched. She admitted that she had not, but would like to be closer to one of her friends. I told her that you and many of our friends went both ways. That interested her, too.
“We used the reservations you made at Chez Patrick’s. This time, I got her to talk more about her life. She’d been a housewife and mother for twenty years from when she had her first child to about four years ago when the kids were both in college. She decided to go back to work. She’s a paralegal for a group of lawyers somewhere in Connecticut. She came down here to Florida to collect a series of depositions in a lawsuit her firm is processing. Wisely, I think, I didn’t push her for information on her family or job. She didn’t offer up anything further other than that her children – a boy and girl – were in their early twenties.”
I asked as I squirmed onto his cock some more, “Was she flirting with you at all?”
Dax kind of shrugged. “Up to that point, I’d say no, but then she slowly started to warm up. I think that at first, I was ‘stranger danger’, and then she got the vibes that I was trying to send that I was no threat. About that time, I was sure that she’d never done anything like this before.
“I wondered for the first hour we were together whether she’d go through with the evening, in fact. She went to the ladies’ room, and that was when I sent you a photo of her license. When she came back, it was like she was different woman. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I think she had a serious talk with herself about what she wanted.
“We walked about a block after dinner to the dance lounge on State Street, and I got us a table and some wine. We had a couple of fast dances, and I have to say that I was really on my toes. When a slow number, came on I enfolded her in my arms and we got really close. I kissed her and got back some amazingly hot kisses with lots of tongue. I was surprised since we were in public and on display to those watching us dance.