Chapter 38: ‘9-1-1. Call Home!’

The rest of the winter months became a bit of a blur, and each month started to look similar to the previous one. I’d spend a week in Cambridge at our consulting offices, being billable and acting like a distant orchestra leader for the twenty-five systems projects of varying size at TCI. I’d be on the phone much of the time to New Jersey, Denver, Dallas, Kansas City, Seattle, San Diego, and Atlanta. The systems projects seemed to be taking care of themselves because I’d been lucky enough to get top people on each of them. The strategic planning project in Denver required more and more of my personal attention and contribution, some of which I could do remotely, although I did talk to Brady every day so he knew for sure that we were working away on the job.

After the week in Cambridge, I’d be in New Jersey. I’d stay with René at Jane’s house, but Jane hadn’t been home in months. René packed up a lot of Jane’s clothes at her instruction and shipped it out to her in Denver. I also carried a couple of suitcases out there on a couple of trips. As I had in Cambridge, I skyped with Jane and Marge, sometimes in the office and sometimes when they were ‘home’ in the hotel. The latter calls were more interesting, as I might be with Fran or René or Pam or one of my other partners, and Jane might be with Marge, Brenda, Mike, or TJ who I had yet to meet face to face.

Marge had also started to ‘get it on’ with TJ, Brenda and Mike, and she confided to me that she was having the best time in her life now that she had decided to be sexually liberated and adopt sluthood as a joyous way of life. Despite the wide age difference, TJ and Mike really liked Marge, and went out of their way to be sure she got an excess of male attention and orgasms. While that was going on Jane, Brenda, and both men established a comfortable relationship equally prone to orgasms.

When I’d be in New Jersey, I also spent some intimate time with Pam. Pete, her husband, and Bob the other leg of the threesome she lived with, had created a relationship with Zoey, the little slut Pete discovered at some business function. Sometimes they’d get together with René and me, and we would have a field day that often kept us all up until the wee hours of the morning. Zoey was a hot little fuck that epitomized the word nymphomaniac. I realized that René had the same tendencies, and I guess that Pam did, too.

There was something special about Zoey that she seemed to either be hiding or under playing. I didn’t feel it was bad – the opposite, in fact – but I just let it ride and figured someday she’d tell us when she was ready.

I started to keep a tally of the amount of sleep I was getting. Whereas I always thought I needed eight hours a night, with all the sex I was down to about four or five hours a night and loving every minute of it. Occasionally on weekends I’d get seven or eight, and I could always catnap on airplanes. My frequent flyer mileage was building up at an extraordinary rate. I was also getting to know some of the flight attendants on my routes, since I was in the air so often.

I also use to exercise to build my stamina and to keep my weight in bounds, especially with all the meals I was eating on the road. My weight dropped, probably from the sexual exercise I engaged in, and my stamina seemed to be increasing despite the lack of time in hotel gyms or jogs along the Charles River that I’d done when I was home all week.

A third week out of a typical month I’d fly to Denver on Sunday afternoon so I could spend a solid week or maybe ten days working on the strategic planning project, and keeping Jane and Marge happy. TJ, who I did finally get to meet, Brenda and Mike joined us often, and Mike sometimes got us tickets to some ‘hot’ sporting event or new nightclub where we’d go and hangout, often during our recovery periods.

Mike and Brenda had never had outside sexual relationships with anyone, so the hookups with Jane, Marge, TJ and me were unique for them. He told me he thought it was the highlight of his life so far, and never wanted it to stop. He loved to see me or TJ fucking his wife, and Brenda told us she got hyper-aroused watching Mike fuck Marge or Jane. She also liked me doing her; especially in one of my marathon fuck sessions where I called on all the techniques I’d learned in my Tantric Sex class.

A fourth week in each month I’d be off at one of the other TCI sites, for instance Seattle, San Francisco, or San Diego. I’d usually go there from Denver to save on the commute time, and then take a red eye home. I did not establish sexual partners in those other cities, although I think I had the opportunity several times. I mentioned my sleep patterns, and that coupled with a six- or seven-hour red eye flight from the west coast to Boston usually meant that I got a full night’s sleep on the flight, so I’d arrive fresh and bushy tailed and ready to start a new day, usually a Saturday morning, with my Cambridge partners – Sheila, Fran, and Ally.

The thing that varied from month to month was how I’d fit in the trips to Denver and the west coast. Sometimes I’d make two or three trips to Denver in a month, for instance taking a few days from my New Jersey or west coast allocation of time.

I took Fran with me to San Francisco one time, and she played tourist while I worked, and then we stayed the weekend. Another weekend, Ally joined me in Atlanta, and we flew down to Key West for the weekend. Key West can be a wild town with an under-current of sex running through the place, and that weekend was no exception. Ally distinguished herself in a couple of bars with live entertainment both in how wildly she danced, and in how she allowed herself to be picked up by a couple of guys. I wasn’t complaining, as there seemed to be more females than males in the places that weekend, and I was scoring well, too.

Saturday night in Key West, Ally orchestrated a threesome with her two new ‘friends’ while I had a threesome with two of my ‘new’ friends on the other bed in our motel room. We started to rotate partners, and the resulting orgy didn’t end until mid-afternoon on Sunday when we had to leave Key West.

As winter started that year, Jane suggested that I spend more time in Colorado so we could go skiing on a couple of weekends in Vail or Aspen, the popular ski resorts. Sheila loved to ski and so we had her join us one weekend; Aidan came with her to help balance the male-female ratio. Things were improved even further that weekend because Malcomb, Marge’s husband, flew out from New Jersey to join our contingent. Everybody got laid eight ways from Sunday.

That January weekend was the first time Malcomb had ever been in a situation where unbridled group sex was the order of the day. He flew out with René from Newark since she was between semesters and had some time off. Brenda and Mike joined us too. We went to Aspen – five men and five women, and spent six days either skiing, eating, or fucking. I hesitate to mention sleep because I don’t think there was much of it.

We blew Malcomb out of the water with the open sex, and he got to have a piece of each woman, a point that further pepped him up the horniness scale, but then all of the women got to be with each of the men, or vice versa, so everyone had a fabulous experience. We were a wild bunch, a few of us even fucking on our balcony late one night because we’d gotten so hot screwing around inside and wanted the cold air. At least a dozen people watched our performance and applauded.

Our ski ‘team’ came back from Aspen to Denver on Sunday night. Those from the east coast caught Monday morning flights, and Jane, Marge, Brenda, and I went to work, as usual, at TCI. By the end of the week, I was tired. On my flight from Denver back to Boston the following Friday, I stared out the window of the first-class cabin and thought about the sex, my consulting career, the many partners I had available, my lifestyle, and my engagement to Fran.