Kit's Adventures
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Chapter 20: Expansion
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20: Expansion - 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
The Saturday party even amazed me. There were about thirty people there, maybe slightly more. Moreover, everyone was blatantly sexual in some way – mode of dress (or undress) and their attitude. Like me and Dax, people were there to socialize and then have sex.
Ross hosted a huge barbecue with lots of hot dogs, hamburgers, and chicken patties. Everyone, me included, brought side dishes. I contributed a three-bean salad that would feed about twenty or thirty people. Lois made a large tossed salad. Dax brought bottles of wine.
The meal spread alone was impressive. Six long tables filled with food and the side dishes. Barbecued items were added to the tables as they came off the grill.
Lois was also blown away by the gathering, and that was before the sex started. Most of our luncheon friends were there: Allison, Molly, Sheri, Carol, Trish, Tara, Darlene, Julie, and of course Crystal.
Lois and I ate at different picnic tables, and the atmosphere was joyful and bubbly. As dinner ended, Dave – Crystal’s fiancé – explained about dancing and ‘whatever else happened’. A mix of songs started, the sun had pretty well set, and there were lots of little white holiday lights strung around the patio. Greg – Darlene’s boyfriend – asked me to dance. I accepted.
That night, people danced for fifteen minutes and then the sex started. I was still with Greg and we were making out. The next I knew; we were both naked and making out like crazy on one of the wide chaises beside the pool. I was toying with his cock, and he had two fingers inside my hot little pussy.
On the chaise next to me, right in my sightline, Lois was naked and had already started to fuck Troy that she’d met for the first time at dinner. She was lying back, and he was over her in the classic missionary position. I watched as she wrapped her slim legs around his body and pulled him in deeper. They both looked ecstatic.
Dax was also nearby romancing a woman named Elynn, who had joined our luncheon group almost a half-year earlier. She was the across-the-street neighbor to Ross. Dax had met Elynn at other parties, so they had some mileage together.
I loved this environment that didn’t frown on sudden hook-ups without much in the way of foreknowledge about your partner. The joy was in the raw sex that got shared.
I carefully monitored Lois’ behavior the rest of the night. She was a slut, just like me. I didn’t think she was patterning herself after me, thank goodness. If she were, I’d feel guilty that I’d led her down the primrose path into a lifestyle that’s not exactly for everybody. Instead, she drifted from partner to partner, fucking the bejesus out of each man and in turn getting her own stuffing well fucked. She always seemed to be having fun, and never got loopy.
The party ground to a whimper as far as the sex was concerned by the time one a.m. rolled by. The primary reason was that the men were pretty well spent by that time. At a minimum, an overnight recovery period was needed for most. Also, by that time, the women were fatigued, too.
Dax, Lois, and I found one another and collected our clothing. We bid our hosts goodnight and thanked them for their hospitality. It took many hot kisses to do that. We walked naked to the car, drove home without dressing, and fell asleep together in our large bed.
Monday, I got a call for Wednesday evening date from a man named Glen Rydell. He’d used City Girls before, and this time he didn’t seem to care which of us showed up to be his evening’s entertainment. I checked with the other girls, and they begged off unless it was a true emergency to fill the request.
I sat Lois down with a glass of wine and asked, “How would you like a solo escort date?”
She practically jumped out of the chair. “YES! Oh, yes, please. I can handle it. I’ll be the best ‘date’ that the man has ever had. I promise. I’ll be super engaging and polite. I’ll dress to the nines. I’ll fuck like a rabbit or mink or what animal fucks a lot. I’ll be the perfect date. Please, yes.”
“Okay, we’re going to try you. You have a date Wednesday night ‘date’ starting at six-thirty at the Westin. The man’s name is Glen Rydell. I’ll tell you more about him later. I had a date with him about two months ago. Sheri and Molly have also dated him before that.”
Lois almost got down on the ground and bowed to thank me for awarding her a real live outcall. I asked her to hold an hour the next day so we could talk about the ‘date’.
Lois was hopping around like she had to pee her pants for the next day. Tuesday afternoon we sat down with a glass of wine and I ran through the things I thought she needed to keep in mind about Glen and about any escort ‘date’. Given the situation, I told her to forget about money, and just to take what comes her way. She had no trouble with my ‘cut’ of the pie, which was really to pay the concierge for his ‘referral’. If we keep them happy, they give us referrals.
Lois had questions about birth control (whether she should tell him she was on the pill?), condoms (she wanted to go bareback), STD tests (she’d had a test the week before the party like everyone else there), using her real name (up to you), getting romantic (yes, provide the GFE – girlfriend experience), and more. I did suggest that she withhold her last name since she’d started divorce proceedings and if her new profession was brought up in a legal setting, she could suffer financially in the settlement.
Wednesday, Lois started to get ready for her ‘date’ right after breakfast. She shined up her nails and toenails, shaved all over except for her landing strip, plucked eyebrows, washed and set her hair, and labored over what to wear and what to bring in her shoulder bag. I was getting a nervous question from her about every ten or fifteen minutes.
Rather than send her off in a taxi or Uber, I drove Lois to the hotel. I spent the whole time pumping up her self-confidence and praising about how she’d perform on the ‘date’. I thought she was in pretty good shape psychologically when she got out of the car, except I could hear her knees knocking together with nervousness.
Dax was home when I got there, and chuckled about Lois’ anxiety. We went out to a casual dinner. We both worked in the evening making up for time lost on various personal endeavors.
About ten p.m. I got a text from Lois; ’Leaving the dance club to go back to Glen’s hotel. I’m having so much fun.’ I interpreted that to mean that she was fine overall. She had a key if she needed to get into the house.
I went and propositioned my husband. We went to bed.