American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 16: New Home
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16: New Home - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
A few more weeks passed, as Carrie and I planned our wedding, aided by a recommended wedding planner. Philippa (please call me Pippa) flew over at the behest of the queen and royal family to help arrange for the glorious event.
The announcement of the upcoming wedding was made through Marjorie, and reported by her in a special news segment on WDC-TV. There was some footage of the two of us walking through Rock Creek Park holding hands, and occasionally snuggling into each other in a lovey-dovey fashion – just the thing TV viewers want to see to make an event come alive. Of course, the whole event was staged.
BBC also was given the footage, and the next we knew, there were about three or four dozen reporters camped out in front of my condo building hoping for photographs, interviews, the answers to dumb questions they might shout out, and any other bread crumb we threw them. Their numbers grew daily.
Marjorie told the reporters that we would talk to them once a week on Saturday mornings. The first event was a mob scene in the condo parking lot. Fortunately, it didn’t rain; unfortunately it didn’t rain.
Every other question was stupid: “Are you really in love?” “Do the king and queen know?” “Will you sister (Emma) have a role in the wedding?” “Will your brother (Doug) have a role in the wedding?” “Are you rushing things since you met less than a year ago?” “Will you be having children?” “Will you continue to live here?”
For the most part we ignored the reporters, but then one evening I got a knock on the door. It was the president of the condominium association.He was apologetic, but said that residents and board wanted Carrie or me to disburse the news media. I’d already tried that unsuccessfully. A day later, they requested that we move out of the building because we were a ‘severe disruption’ on the quiet way of life in our buildings. I appreciated their position and promised action.
I let the condo association know we’d be moving out as soon as we could purchase new quarters, and that placated them for the time being. We also changed the location of the Saturday morning press conferences so they weren’t on property owned by the condominium association. Since we ignored and avoided them the rest of the time, the number of reporters and photographers hanging out near the building on weekdays dwindled down to only a dozen or so; a more tolerable number.
I recalled one reporter’s question about our continuing to live in the condo. Carrie, Marjorie, and I were feeling squeezed in the condo. Carrie had possessions in the U.K. that she wanted to have shipped over, but we had no room for them. Marjorie and I each had storage lockers rented to keep some of our stuff that we’d love to have more available.
Consequently, the three of us got a real estate agent – Laura – and starting house hunting. Laura had us make lists of our requirements for a new home. There were over a hundred criteria for the new home when our lists were combined, and that was before we thought about money.
We consulted with Jerry about the kind of home to get, and any other requirements, given that we wanted some security. He certainly added one feature we hadn’t talked about – a safe room. A safe room was some place where we could go in the house and basically lock ourselves in and be secure from any kind of outside threat until help arrived.
In her office, Laura projected up on a big screen television a number of homes that started to meet our requirements. The more expensive the home, the more requirements that got satisfied. That was when we really got on the subject of money.
I was shopping on the basis of my own salary. I was making $150,000, had part of an inheritance to contribute, and thus I thought we could afford a home around $800,000.
Marjorie stepped in. She was making about what I did, and had a little equity in her condominium that we’d harvest when she sold it. With her contributions, we could about double what I’d thought, so homes in the $1.6 million range appeared to on order.
Laura flicked up on the computer screen some nice homes in that price range. I was impressed. These would be outside my price range, but Marjorie and I could carry the places in that price range.
Carrie tapped the table to get Laura’s attention. She said, “Just for fun, let’s see what a home in the range of $10 million would look like.”
Laura didn’t blink an eye and focused in on her computer. Marjorie and I looked at each other with a ‘W. T. F.’ expression. Carrie was laughing and happy.
I was sort of numbed by what just happened and I think Marjorie was, too.
The projection screen initially showed a huge home in Clarksville, Maryland. Laura read the description of the property aloud as a short video of the home played on the screen: 15,000 square feet, six bedrooms, nine bathrooms, indoor and outdoor pools, tennis court, gym, sauna, Jacuzzi, media room, hobby room, gazebo, four car garage with two studio apartments over, heated driveway in case of snow or ice, sitting on twelve very private partially-wooded acres of land.
Laura switched to another in Potomac, Maryland, that had over 20,000 square feet of space and unbelievable luxury. The place was immense.
Carrie said, “Can we actually see the first one? I like that and it seems to tick most of the points we ever hoped to find in a home, and gave me ideas about some I should have put on my list...”
I asked, “How much?”
Laura said, “$11.5 million asking, but I’m sure they’ll negotiate. The property has been on the market for eight months and is somewhat furnished but unoccupied.”
Marjorie and I both made odd squeamish sounds.
I whispered to Carrie, “Are we wasting Laura’s time looking at this house?” I gestured at the screen where a still photo of the property still showed.
“No, I can afford it.”
“How?” I asked, realizing that was dumb question as the words tumbled out of my mouth.
Laura interrupted and asked, “Would this be cash or will you be financing?”
Before I could even think of an answer, Carrie said, “Cash, thank you. That should also help our bargaining position.”
I looked at Carrie and choked out, “Cash?” I realized that my brain was about fried at what was going on. These numbers were a factor of ten over anything I could imagine – an order of magnitude larger.
Carrie smiled, “I don’t like debt, so I want us to owe nothing on the house. I’m sure the taxes and maintenance will be enough to contend with. I have a lot of money that’s exclusively mine to do with as I want, plus I hold shares in the limited partnership my family created – so does Emma. As we have children, they’ll receive shares automatically. The assets have good fund managers so there’s been significant growth every year. A couple of years ago it doubled in one year, too.”
“I don’t mean to pry, but how much are we talking about?”
Carrie smiled and put her hand on my arm. She knew she was about to blow me all the way across the country with her response. She stopped and kissed me. “Jim, I love you. I especially love that you proposed to me and have no idea of what I’m worth. That made a huge impression on me. Emma discovered that about you, too, and reported it to mum and daddy.”
“I thought you lost whatever you had when you gave up being a princess.”
Marjorie nodded, indicating that she had the same belief.
“I didn’t,” Carrie carefully replied. “My own net worth is around five-hundred-million pounds or about three-quarters of a billion of your U.S. dollars. At the current rate of growth, it’ll cross that boundary in about eighteen months. The family trust and partnership that I also have shares in holds about forty-billion pounds. There’s a complex formula for what my portion of that is worth. I can draw money from either pot. The cost of that house is inconsequential to my holdings.”
Marjorie and I were suddenly brain dead, numb, shocked, awake but not connected, totally stoned. In college I’d smoked some really powerful weed, and kept doing it waiting for the hit. It hit me all at once. This was how I felt. Good, aware, ... but just totally out of it.
Laura had left the room and came back a few minutes later. The three of us hadn’t said a word to each other. Laura said, “Okay, we’re ready. I have the key.”
Carrie stood and said in a cheery tone, “Great. Let’s go.” She turned back to the two zombies that she’d created. Marjorie and I stood and shuffled along after them out of the office to our cars.
As we drove, Marjorie and I regained some sanity. We were soon at the home – the HUGE home. As we walked around the outside, I pulled Carrie back, “Why? This ties up a lot of your wealth?”