Kit's Adventures
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Chapter 9: Back Home
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: Back Home - 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
Dax got home from Atlanta the evening before I did. I came home late Saturday morning, and he picked me up at the airport. I’d had a ‘date’ the night before. He was all full of questions as soon as I got in the car. I told him that I would hide nothing from him, but that I wanted to be home before we started talking about anything regarding my sister or the sexual part of my trip north.
Instead, I told him about the more mundane things that happened during my trip: about the visits with my parents, Beth and I taking them out for their anniversary dinner, and then about Beth’s sports car, condo, furnishings, and her wardrobe. He already knew generalities about her alternate profession, but by that time knew better than to ask further questions.
We reached the house, and I synched my cellphone to the living room television and played a rather poor-quality video of Beth and I fucking the two brothers on Tuesday night in a repeat of the Sunday night fuck fest. The phone was static and unmoving so the action often moved out of sight in one direction or the other on the big bed in the hotel suite. The brothers didn’t mind their porn star friend recording some of the fucking to show her husband.
Dax became fascinated watching Beth and me get fucked. For one, this was the first time that he’d ever seen Beth naked. The best he’d gotten previously was seeing her in a bikini at a pool we went to over the week before our wedding. There was no hanky-panky either.
I peeled Dax’s clothes from his body and he stripped me. Soon, we were fucking like rabbits and enjoying every second. I reached over to my purse and pulled out a thick oversized envelope and handed it to my husband. I said, “Here. This is my present to you for letting me play around as an escort.”
Dax kept his cock in me, but glanced into the thick envelope. He pulled out two bundles of cash held together by rubber bands. “HOLY SHIT, KIT! How much is in here? I see some large bills – fuck, every bill in here is a one-hundred-dollar bill.” He fanned through the stacks.
I giggled and wiggled my pussy at him with his cock deeply embedded in me. “I believe there’s $14,500 there - $10,000 in the thicker pile of bills, and $4.500 in the other.
“GEEZE, LOUISE. You mean you earned all this money being an escort with your sister?”
“I did. According to my ‘dates’, I am really good company and an even hotter fuck. I got really good tips, too; the men liked fucking a porn queen. That job was way more fun that my editing job, as well.” I giggled.
Dax rolled his eyes and pumped his cock even deeper into my pussy. “I love you, Kit. We’ll talk more. My attention is really on reclaiming you right now.” He tossed the money onto the coffee table, and then jammed his cock inside me a couple of times to reassert his husbandly rights to fuck the shit out of me – an activity that I strongly supported.
We sped up and fucked like bunnies some more. I came a couple of times, and then my husband deposited a huge load of cum into my hot little ‘slightly used, escort’ cunt.”
He cuddled me to him without withdrawing said, “All right. Lay it on me.”
I giggled. “All right, lover.” I sat up so he could see me more easily, plus it made my breasts look bigger. In the process, his cock fell out of me.
“Saturday, I arrived. Beth and I went out to dinner and chatted about inconsequential stuff. She had a date after dinner that she said she couldn’t break, so I went back to her condo alone. I snooped around in her closet to see what her wardrobe was like. Her closet was full of really expensive clothes and shoes – and I mean REALLY expensive. Like one top-end dress might cost over two-thousand dollars. She had shoes there that were a thousand dollars a pair. Everything in her condo and the furniture in it was designer level. She had original artwork too. She drives the Porsche that I told you about. She wasn’t home by midnight, so I went to sleep wondering how she could afford all that stuff.
“The next morning, we were getting coffee and I opened a door to her outside patio balcony to sit outside. The wind blew some papers off a table. I picked them up and one of them was a brokerage statement that showed she had a lot – A LOT – of money invested; almost a million dollars. Not bad for a thirty-two-year-old girl working as a temp. I was truly shocked and a few minutes later, I confronted her. That was when Beth told me about her escorting.
“Soon after, to put her at ease, I had her watch one of my porn videos. Right after that, I spilled the beans about my burgeoning career in pornography and then our bi-weekly sex parties. We compared notes. That was when we got the idea to go on a date or two with her, and then talked to you.
Dax emphasized, “That decision was yours, but I appreciated the heads-up about what you planned. I hope you know that you don’t need my permission to do something like that.”
I said, “I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t about to do something that would kill our marriage or put me in the doghouse for three years.”
“After we talked, Beth made a call to some of her regular customers, and twin brothers Carl and Jeff met us that night. We fucked most of the evening. Man, did those men have stamina and creativity. I wasn’t even thinking about the money; I was just enjoying the fucking. That was Sunday night.
“Monday, after visiting with my parents most of the day, I had a solo date that Beth arranged for me. His name was Charlie, and he was much older and hung like a horse. I wondered whether I’d be able to walk by the end of the night. He made a good impression, and also presented me with an envelope that I picked up as I left him in bed with the life nearly fucked out of him.
“Tuesday night, Beth and I did the brothers again; this time at their bachelor pad. That was the video that you playing on the TV. They both laughed when I told them that I needed a video to show my husband.
“Wednesday, Beth and I spent the afternoon with our parents and then took them out to eat at their favorite place. We were through on the early side, and they wanted to head home by seven-thirty. We met two different men at nine that night for separate dates that Beth arranged. I made some more money and had some more pleasure.
“Thursday and Friday nights, we did more fucking with different dates. So, overall, I went on several dates; one every night from Sunday through last night. I made $2,000 up to $2,500 for most dates. Beth knew just how much to charge for me. She told me that the next time we’re together, she’d teach me how to know that skill and I could probably move into her territory; she charges $3,000 per night and expects a healthy tip.”
Dax kissed me. “Give me the details of, say, your Tuesday night date with Charlie?”
I nodded. “We arranged to meet in the bar at the Hilton. They had a combo playing nice jazz, and we even danced to a few numbers as we had drinks and got to know each other. He’s a large man in his mid-fifties – six-six in height. I’m sure he was also athletic, although we didn’t talk about that. He did have muscles. He told me about his executive job in a company that he didn’t name, and I told him about my editing job.
“Eventually, I suggested that he take me to a more comfortable location. We went up to his room – nothing fancy; a basic nice, upscale hotel room. I followed Beth’s formula from some of her other dates. I put on some music and then did a sexy striptease – occasionally pulling a piece of clothing from him.
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