Colby Jack
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 8
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
LC and I were discussing Ren and last night’s unhappiness, when she fled my bedroom to sleep separately. While we talked, I said something and suddenly LC took charge from LE of our afternoon, demanding immediate oral sex by lowering her delightful bottom on my face, and her wife inhaling my cock. We finished up in a sweaty pile, stunned by how much pleasure we caused to each other. But for Ren’s sake I realized that the Ls would be having her overnight instead of me (as originally planned).
“Ren was right about you when she called you an oral artist,” LC insisted. “It just shows how much you need a long-term partner. I promise, after a night with your lips, tongue, and terrific twat-twiddling, she will be smiling the rest of the week. At least we have time to go upstairs and shower before dinner.”
To wash away our sweat, I asked the ladies to join me in my big shower, explaining my strange kink. But LC put a stop to my solicitation.
“Before we do anything like shower with you, we need to have that real conversation with Ren. Her sad face this morning almost broke my heart. That’s why I was grilling you, asking what you did to her. Don’t you see, Carter? We can’t have her moping around like that.”
“You’re right. I understand. Supporting Ren is our top priority. Let’s put aside for now my night with you two; it will be a treat for future me to anticipate. Please, though, let me thank you both for this afternoon’s spectacular little orgy.”
That evening, we enjoyed a low-key meal. I tried to show calm support for everyone and kept the conversation light. Ren and the Ls went upstairs then for their “girls’ night.”
In the morning, the three women showed up for breakfast in a sunny, cheerful, and gracious mood. “Girls’ night” must have been a success, because while we ate Ren’s dark mood was long gone.
Instead of my usual morning swim, Ren and I went to my office to begin working on her future. Ren took out her old laptop computer and I gave it a skeptical glance, which she noticed.
“Hey! Stupid Microsoft says it’s too old to get updates. They want me to spend big bucks just to keep it running.”
“So you need a new one.”
Yeah, I do. But Carter, stop it! I’m a grown woman; I can buy my own damn computer.”
“I know that; I was thinking I could wipe my old one clean for you. It’s about 18 months old, I think, and has the current version of Windows.”
Ren mused, “Probably has all the bells and whistles, too.”
“Yeah, it does. If it sees your nose running, a little arm comes out and hands you a tissue.”
“Oh, I need to see that. I accept your gracious offer. Thank you.”
“Great. Give me a couple of days, because I need to buy a replacement.”
“I thought rich guys used Apples?”
“Oh, I have one of those, too, but I don’t like the keyboard.”
We turned to Ren’s academic plans and spent a half-hour or so discussing her options. Then she stopped and took my hands into hers.
“I want to apologize to you, Carter. The other night, I got so upset suddenly thinking about leaving. About leaving you. Whether I’m here in the mansion or away at some college town, my heart will always have you in it. Always. Now, let’s get back to work.”
How did it get so dusty in here? As we began talking about her future, Ren showed me clarity and self-confidence; I couldn’t help but be impressed.
I helped Ren find and enroll in one of those test-prep academies. Muffy and Spencer get test prep because wealthy parents don’t hesitate to spend wildly on their kids’ futures. For Ren, the academy’s practice tests would show where she really stood—and what she still needed to strengthen before facing the real tests.
“I’m worried about the math section. I worked hard in high school, but I’ve forgotten so much.”
“I understand, Ren. Two things. There’s the math you need to know to be admitted, and then there’s the math you need to know as a college student. I’m sure you realize that an English Literature major doesn’t have use for trigonometry. On the admission side, your competition had their studies blown up by COVID. I think you might be surprised. You know I will get every...”
She stopped me while getting misty.
“You’ve done so much for me, but I need to be in charge of my education—with you as the adviser. You’re right that I have to know where I stand. I want your advice, I need your help, this is all true. But it’s my new career to build, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely. You’re completely right. The minute I become overbearing, you can pull down my pants, put me in your lap, and spank me with a ruler.”
She laughed. “You would enjoy that too much. I’ll just stop taking showers with you.”
“OUCH! No! Forgive me. Can I say just one more thing to you, Ren?”
“OK.”
“Every time we are together, you impress me more. Wherever you go, whatever you study, they will be LUCKY to have you as their student.”
Once Ren worked out her agenda, I put myself in the hands of LC for the socialization training—getting Jack Colby involved in charities and good works.
I noticed early on that LC’s instincts were right. At these charities, whatever the issue, the women were doing most of the work while the men stayed home and wrote checks.
Jack Colby had type O blood, which made me quite popular with the vampires—the phlebotomists. Type O can go into anyone’s vein without issues, no matter what blood type the patient is. So, it’s good for emergencies. After donating, they ask you to drink orange juice and wait around for at least a half hour, so you won’t faceplant on the sidewalk outside.
I met lots of different kinds of people with that orange juice in my hand. I flirted with the women, of course, as best as I could. I even flirted and joked with the seniors and the young people still in school or college.
I surprised myself here. As Jack I could move through social situations easily, very different from Carter’s nervous and solitary character. Being free of the notoriety of huge wealth relaxed me, and I took much more notice of the people around me.
At the cancer charities I toned down the humor. I thought about ways I could be helpful beyond simply donating money. For example, at the prostate cancer outfit I found out that men are often terrified that having sex after the surgery will be impossible for them.
I checked with a urologist and commissioned a nice brochure full of straight talk and cartoons of “Petey Penis.” With the MD’s approval of the content, I showed the proof to the charity board, they loved it, and then every urologist got 50 brochures and a website to order more.
It was a huge hit and Jack Colby collected a lot of positive comments and thanks on the website. The brochure also generated a lot of interest, along the lines of “You’re that Jack Colby?”
In short, I hadn’t yet found actual women willing to date me, but I was getting more and more comfortable in conversation. I felt I was getting very close to my goals. On the other hand, these events I wanted to attend clumped together on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, so I had to prioritize and choose among worthy charities.
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