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American Princess

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Chapter 33: Months of Adjustment

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 33: Months of Adjustment - 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  

Life became hectic after Carrie and I returned to Maryland. Marjorie became even more involved at WDC-TV as their primary evening news anchor. She was still doing the Page Three show, too. Further, she was getting increased attention at the national level for several specials that she did interviewing key social and political leaders that wouldn’t talk to anybody else.

Carrie was finally able to devote more time to some of her favorite interests, which included whipping up more local legislation and laws to protect the environment. Because of the inaction by congress or the president at the national level, where it could really matter, she’d started to try to work climate and environmental changes at the state and even local level. Carrie was having some successes, too.

Carrie also took on redecorating and revamping some of the rooms in the house. She taught herself how to use some computer aided-design software, and then used that plus hours spent at specialty furniture stores coming up with redesigns that she’d share with Marjorie and me. We’d comment, and a few days later there’d be an updated version. When we finally agreed, she’d start overseeing having the changes made.

Hollywood was also wooing Carrie to come back and make another movie. She was thinking about it, but not chaffing at the bit. She got a couple of scripts to review but neither excited her the way that Earth Abides had.

Earth Abides was with the editors becoming a feature length film. About two months after the ‘end’ of filming, Ang called one day and asked her to return to the studio to do some ‘bridge’ pieces and to retake a couple of other scenes. It was a couple of days’ worth of work. She flew out, timing her trip so she could join Ellen and Beth, and attend one of the raunchy parties up in the hills outside the city.

The same weekend that she had gone to L.A., Marjorie and I attended one of the local swinger’s parties in Maryland. As had happened since I created a ‘super orgasm’ for Nancy and Karen, a few of the other women offered themselves up on my sacrificial altar of love for the same experience. I ‘initiated’ three more women that night.

Besides the expertise that I seemed to have in sex and orgasm generating, I’d also started my new job at Coral Investments. I was behind in my work even before my first day on the job. Coral had over two-dozen holdings that needed an assessment of the systems side of their business.

I spent a month just checking on the holdings and talking to the I.T. staff if there were any in the companies that Coral had bought or taken a share in. At the end of that time, I realized that they ALL were in trouble with their systems.

I talked with Brad and several of the other partners, and we prioritized the list for immediate action. I then had three companies whose systems were in total disarray.

I couldn’t do the work alone, so I hired my old company to come in and resolve at least some of the issues. I knew their strengths and weaknesses, and structured the work so they’d succeed, and quickly.

That relationship yielded results in only a couple of months, and in one case kept us out of deeper trouble with Internal Revenue Service, although we ended up having to fund a penalty and pay interest because of some bad financial moves our owned company made based on their old and broken systems.

Brad and I developed a good working relationship, and I saw him almost every day. Often we lunched together, as he was a frequent fixture at our home. He and Marjorie kept their relationship going, and I approved. That said he was often with Carrie or one of our other guests.

We did have ‘other guests’. I guess we’d made some good impressions here and there. Hardly a month went by that we didn’t have some of our west coast friends staying with us – and being intimate with us.

Ellen Mills, the movie star, was our first guest after we’d returned east. She stayed two weeks on that initial visit, and was an asset to have around. She blended in with our family better than I expected. Of course, she was in and out of our bed a lot. We brought her to a Maryland swinger’s party and blew everyone away with her presence.

Bonnie came and spent time with us – and with Jerry. Although we cavorted together, she was in a relationship building mode with him. We were all fringe benefits to go with Jerry. He confessed that he was ‘serious’ about her, too.

Marjorie worked some magic at WDC-TV and got Bonnie a job there as one of the assistant producers of the various specials that the station liked to air. She made a quick trip back to L.A. to pack up her stuff and get it shipped east, and then moved in with Jerry. That also meant that she moved into part of our house, since he had become Carrie’s 24/7 protection detail.

Bonnie spent a lot of time in my bed. After all, we had a relationship, too.

Curtis arrived and stayed a week, working remotely during the day. The women in the house took full advantage of having another virile male on the premises. By the time they let him sleep at night, sexual exhaustion had thwarted any further action. I knew the feeling.

Carrie then told me one Friday morning that by the time I got home she would have a ‘blockbuster’ surprise for me. She said, “I’ve promised your stellar sexual skills to someone that I’m sure you’ll have fun with, so come home prepared for action.” She gave me an alluring kiss and I headed off to my new office. I confess to having a woody most of the day wondering who my mystery partner would be.

When I got home, I had to stop at the end of our long driveway because a black Cadillac Escalade was blocking the entry. Two men got out of the vehicle – obviously security, and asked about me. They were armed. I had to show my driver’s license with the photo to get onto my own property. My requests for information were left unanswered.

At the house, I saw two more security men outside. They watched me park and walk into the house as they chatted to someone else on their two-way wrist radios.

Carrie and Marjorie met me just inside the door with my usual boatload of kisses and hugs. Carrie widely grinned and teased me, “Are you ready for your surprise?”

“I already know it’s someone important.” I told her about being checked out coming onto the property. She nodded and laughed, “You’ll see why in a second.”

Around the corner from the kitchen came our guest. “SAILOR!” I exclaimed. The popular music star was in our house. Holy shit. She was the more important person in the world just then.

Sailor came up to me, put her arms around my neck, and then leaned in and we started a passionate and boiling hot kiss that went on until the water in the outdoor pool started to boil. She pulled away and said, “Oh, you are better than Carrie described.”

“Wha...”

Carrie said, “When I interviewed Sailor in London, she already knew about our sexual openness, and she indicated that she and Delcey were of the same mind. She wanted to get together, and this weekend is our first-time socializing.”

“Is Delcey here?” I asked looking past everyone.

“His jet is probably landing in Frederick, Maryland, as we speak. He should be here in about an hour or so.” Sailor checked something on her cellphone. “He’s even on the ground, so it won’t be long.”

I mentally thanked Carrie and Marjorie and many others for getting me used to being around famous people. The princess’ friends, and then all the experiences with our friends in California, including the wide-open and well-attended sex parties with many stars and glitterati all helped inure me to hanging with an elite crowd.

Jerry and Bonnie appeared from deeper in the house. They were obviously in on my surprise and had already met Sailor. He helped me get and serve some refreshments. He told me that for once he was satisfied with the security around the house. I got us all some wine and in Sailor’s case a diet coke to cater to her pregnancy. I learned that she’d flown in by private jet early that afternoon, and then come directly to the house incognito. She apologized for her security; however, I waved off her concern and said that they were firm but polite, and now knowing what was going on, I could understand their presence.

We went and sat for short while, and then Delcey arrived in another limousine with heavily tinted windows. He and Sailor had an appropriate greeting; however, Carrie had already clued me into the fact that they wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck everything in sight all weekend. They both had to leave on Monday morning.

My next surprise turned out to be another couple that arrived with less fanfare: my boss, Brad, who ran Coral Investments, and Ellen Mills, the movie star, who he’d connected with at her hotel in downtown D.C. and driven out to the house. He had clothes at the house, and she had her luggage. They were part of the weekend fun.

Marjorie had arranged for a catered dinner to be brought in for us to dine on. The two women that delivered the dinner and set up the chaffing dishes for us never saw our guests. We’d used them before, so seeing Carrie or Marjorie around wasn’t that big a deal for them.

We had a leisurely dinner with a wide-ranging conversation about everything under the sun. I played the perfect host, according to Carrie as we cleared the table together.

Marjorie announced that there were some drinks and dancing in the living room, so we drifted in that direction after having some coffee and tea. The evening’s tone shifted. The room was dimly lit, the music sexy and inviting of slow dancing, and our spirits were all aligned on the theme of not only the night, but also the entire weekend.

Sailor flowed into my arms and planted a kiss on me like she had earlier. I was ready this time, and responded better, I hoped. She snuggled her sexy, toned body against me and we started to sway. Sixty seconds later, Sailor was riding her pussy up and down my thigh, and using one of her hands to massage the front of my pants that had a hardening lump of meat inside.

Delcey was in a deep clench with Carrie. Brad was wrapped around Ellen who couldn’t get enough of the older man. Jerry was sandwiched between Bonnie and Marjorie. I think that Carrie felt she had to set the pace for the evening, because only seconds later, her blouse disappeared like magic. Delcey liked sucking on her great tits, and I went back and tested about clothing removing with Sailor. She said, “Absolutely. Naked is the goal, and then some serious fucking the rest of the night – the rest of the weekend, please. I’m overdue for this.”

Sailor’s naked body responded well to my fondling and toying with certain body parts. We’d adopted a love seat to one side of our large fireplace. I got her to lie back and then went down on her. In response to a question that I asked about limits or boundaries, she teased, “No marks, no pain, no limits, no boundaries. I can be kinky.”

 
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