Colby Jack
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 7
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Jack Colby is eating breakfast in a Miami hotel restaurant when a dispute between an elegant woman and a boor disturbs him. She's done with their commercial arrangement, he doesn't want to hear it, and before he can get violent, Jack intervenes and chases him off. Impulsively, Jack offers Renée a new deal which becomes a GFE, three letters new to him. He's skillful in bed, but lonely, surprising her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Prostitution
TWO WEEKS LATER
My mansion had never felt like a real home until now. Ren chose a smaller bedroom that didn’t frighten her. But the Ls loved the mirrors. “When you see LE in the nude, you’ll understand,” explained LC. “I say, ‘Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who’s the sexiest of them all?’ And the answer is always my wife. She even looks at MY reflection, which gives me hope.”
“Hope?” I asked.
“Sometimes I worry she’ll wake up one day, look over at me, and realize I’m not in her league.”
“That is never going to happen.”
“Every now and then I look at her and think, how the hell did I get this lucky?”
“No, c’mon, LC. I knew that first day LE brought you here. You two are super-glued together. Um, in a good way.”
“Oh, that’s nice to hear. You’ve been so good to us, but even before that happened I judged you to be a kind but lonely man. I’m not going to say, ‘We hope,’ instead, ‘We WILL’ find you a good woman to love. Actually, tonight after dinner we’re going to have a strategy meeting.”
“You’ll let me know what you decide?”
“No, dumbass. You sit in the middle, and we surround you like cackling hens.”
The mansion was becoming homey, but I also felt the increased estrogen in the air. From time to time, I’d take Gray to the gun club and use up a box of ammunition with him. He told me when I hired him that he needed regular practice, because the pistol he carried was short-barreled (for concealment) and therefore careful aiming was critical. Thank goodness (so far) he had never had to use his gun.
With more residents, Lorraine got a 40% raise, and I asked her to hire another cook for breakfasts and weekends. LC picked a compact—you guessed it—Subaru. But LE chose a large SUV because she wanted to have room to haul around a massage table and other bulky equipment. I also bought a Volvo (lots of headroom) for the dates I hoped would be in my future.
The ladies weren’t kidding. Using chairs from the dining room, they put me in the middle while they faced me. Ren was ahead, LC on my left, and LE on my right.
Ren began, “I’ve discussed this with the Ls and we’ve agreed on a strategy. To begin, it’s better that you’re out and about as Jack Colby. I’m sure you realize that Carter Burleigh is going to attract insincere gold-diggers. Now, I believe you told me that your mother died of cancer. Is that right?”
“She did, yes.” I still felt the ache from her loss. “I donate millions to breast cancer charities in her name.”
“That’s great, but not where I’m going. LE’s mom died of ovarian cancer, and I’ll bet there’s an underfunded charity for that. Jack Colby is going to donate $10,000 there, and start going to those meetings.”
“Done!” I kicked myself, remembering that there were lots of other cancers. Even worse, kids with cancer!
Ren pressed on. “Have you ever donated blood? You’re going to the Red Cross to donate blood—and money.”
“You want me mingling with people who are charity-minded?”
“Exactly. Here’s one more, and it’s going to seem counter-intuitive. You’re going to find a charity for prostate or testicle cancer. Why? Because many women are involved there because they are or are about to be widows. I know that sounds awful, but if people see that kind side of your personality, they might feel confident in recommending you to someone who IS looking.”
This was a beginning. What did I, as Jack Colby, have to lose?
Ren came to my bedroom twice, but I hadn’t yet had LC and LE join me. Exaggerating one word, LC said, “We’ll be coming ... soon.” I figured it would be worth the wait.
Ren and I were cuddling after we finished a round of cunnilingus and doggie style. Suddenly, she started sniffling. I thought, “This can’t be good!”
“Sweetie, what did I do? I’m sorry!”
“Don’t be dumb, Carter <sniffle>. I just realized that all afternoon I’ve been looking forward to having sex. Do you know how many years I spent NOT wanting sex? Faking every time? You are the only man in forever who’s given me real orgasms. Even that first time back in that Miami hotel.”
“It’s important to me that you enjoy yourself. Always has been.”
Her tears were flowing freely.
“It’s shit like that which ... Moving out of here is going to feel like, I don’t know, like the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“You have to begin the next part of your life. In a few days, you begin your catch-up classes to prepare for your college entrance exams. I know you will study hard and not be thinking so much about Carter Burleigh. Remember, you said you wanted to meet new guys in college.”
“I did say that.” Ren closed her eyes and held herself still for a minute or so. “You know what, thank you for tonight, but I need to go sleep alone, I think. Carter, sleep well!”
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