Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Three
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Chapter 68: Home Sweet Home
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 68: Home Sweet Home - Steve is surprised/shocked! The two girls he’s dating are sisters! A threesome forms then a third sister joins. Friends arrive causing additional loving and sexual relationships. He hides nothing as his sphere expands. He involves guy friends to help out with his ‘harem’. A wedding and highly sexual five-day ‘reception’ cap off the story, along with the perfect living situation. The author has a quite a few other books/series you might also consider, including collections to save you money.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Fiction Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Zoey and Ned walked out from behind a nearby tropical plant and joined us, Ned sitting down next to me. Zoey blew me a kiss, and from her sultry look I knew she was trying to communicate her love for me.
Ned ruminated, “This was the best wedding and party after there’s ever been on planet earth – maybe in all the universe. I love this and all you guys.”
As the conversation wandered around to plans for the day, Ned said to me, “Steve, I’ve actually got something to show you about your future living arrangements, if you’re interested. I have some plans and more ideas about your future home, and some ... well, can I show you on my laptop? We’ve gone way beyond what I showed you a while ago.”
“Heck, yes. When? Where?”
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” Ned told Zoey what he wanted to order for breakfast and then he scurried out of the dining room. She ordered for him when the waiter came by. I got a kick out of how he ogled her tits, openly visible through the mesh t-shirt she wore.
Ned returned with his large laptop and opened up the Apple unit next to me. He hit a few keys and a 3D rendering of a luxury apartment appeared on the screen. He explained, “I had one of the guys I work with do this based on all the ideas I’ve been collecting from everyone over the past couple of months. He put this together and sent it down electronically yesterday. It’s called a ‘fly by’ because you can use the mouse to navigate around the apartment just like you were walking around in it.” He pushed the mouse and computer in front of me and said, “Here, you try it. Hold the mouse button down to move otherwise you can stand or just turn around slowly with the other button and a side motion with the mouse.”
I started to play with the 3D rendering. Fran came around and looked over my shoulder. The apartment was spectacular, from the views of the Boston skyline out the large windows, to the modern furniture and kitchen that opened onto a spacious dining area that blended into a large living room.
“Ned, this is fabulous. I want to move in.”
“Go to the bedrooms and baths – down that hallway on the left.”
I re-aimed the mouse and started to ‘walk’ in that direction. The first door opened into a huge master bedroom with multiple king-size beds. Off that room were several walk-in closets, and a master bath and shower room that could easily accommodate a ten people.
Fran said, “Oh, Ned. This is so good. Your work is making me homesick for this place, and I know it’s just a pipe dream.”
Ned instructed me, “Go to the next room.”
I ‘walked’ back into the hall and in the next few rooms I found a media room on the inner core that could seat sixteen, an art studio, several craft centers and several other multi-purpose rooms. Several of my lovers wanted something like this, and here it was, complete with easels, storage areas, craft tables, and more. A few rooms were even obvious storage areas with neatly arranged shelving.
Ned said, “Keep going down the hallway.”
The next two rooms were guest bedrooms, each with a beautiful bathroom. The lightness of the decorating and use of modern lighting made the rooms bright and cheery. A further room on the corner of the building was another large bedroom with multiple king beds again. The hallway turned and ended up back in the living area nearer the kitchen.
I asked in amazement, “How many people did you see living here?”
Ned said, “Up to twenty full-time residents, plus I designed for up to eight guests, but I suppose that some of them could be permanent live-ins. You missed a couple of the bathrooms and the elevator foyer.”
Fran said, “Is this place real? I mean does it exist somewhere? It looks so real.”
Ned smiled and cryptically said, “Sort of.”
The rest of our group had gathered to look over our shoulders at the rendering said in unison, “What do you mean ‘sort of’?”
Ned said, “In square footage, one half of this is a unique twentieth floor condo unit in the Cambridge Way condo building that many of you seemed to like a few weeks back when I showed you a partial blueprint. It’s near the Museum of Science, so the commutes wouldn’t be too different from what you have at Aidan’s place. The window views in the rendering are actually photographs out the windows of the unit. They’re for sale.”
I asked “What about the other half we’d need, and what’s it all cost?”
Ned laughed, “The other four condo units that make up the rest of the floor are about to come on the market separately I’m told, probably over the summer. The two large and five smaller units together make up the entire floor. Given that we could use some of the common space on the floor, it’d give the single-floor unit about ten-thousand square feet.”
Fran nudged Ned, “Price. Come on, what’s it cost? How bad?” She sounded resigned to number so large it would be almost beyond comprehension.
Ned shook his head, “To buy the units and put them together into something like this, we’re talking about six to eight million. We’d also have to petition the condo association to combine units ... and well, there’d be some other headaches, too. I’m not sure the City of Cambridge would let us do it either.”
I said with a tone of disappointment in my voice, “That’s a lot of money, certainly nothing that I could come up with.”
Fran said, “Steve, don’t give up so easily. We’d all buy shares of the finished unit. There could be about ten or eleven of us that go in on the purchase and renovation.”
I said, “Even at the low end, that’d be like each of us buying a $700,000 dollar home. Banks aren’t going to think kindly of financing this kind of deal for a large polyamorous family, and most of our group don’t have an income to support that kind of debt service.”
A feminine form suddenly sat next to me and pulled my arm around her waist. She leaned up and kissed me, “But I do.”
I turned to Zoey as she gazed into my eyes. I raised my eyebrows inviting her to explain.
Zoey said softly, “I am in love with all of you – men and women alike. I’ve never been so happy as when I’m around Steve, Ned, Fran, and the rest of you. I can’t imagine my life not having each of you in it. I’ve made love with each of you ... and I mean love. We all just did a commitment ceremony to each other a couple of days ago, so I’m bound to all of you.
She paused and shyly said, “I also happen to have more money than God ... and...” Tears started to flow from Zoey’s eyes; I’d never seen her become so emotional except at the wedding when I’d kissed her as part of my commitment ceremony. She continued, “ ... Nothing, and I mean nothing, would give me more joy than to make this happen for all of us.”
I turned and Zoey shifted her into my lap. I kissed her. “Are you sure? This is a big commitment for you – money and a change in your life living with us.” I asked. “You’ve got Kristen, Pam, Bob, Pete, and I don’t know who else down in New Jersey that love you, too.”
Zoey sniffed, “They’d have to visit. I’d move Kristen up here if she wants. The others I’ll see them often enough. We’d have those guest bedrooms, too.” She pointed at the computer.
“What about the Mendenthal Foundation?” Fran asked.
Zoey recovered a little and chuckled, “I’ll move the management of it to Cambridge. I saw new and beautiful office space only a few blocks from this condo and also near the Museum of Science. We can be anywhere.”
“Taxes?” Matt asked. He’d come up behind us and been listening.
Zoey replied, “We’re pretty tax proof as a foundation – most of our stuff is charitable. It’d only be what we draw as income but that’s true anyplace. We could even work it so that the foundation owns the condo and ‘hires’ us to live there and maintain it. I have lawyers and accountants to figure all that stuff out.” She paused, looked from face to face, and added, “Please, please let me do this for you.”
Fran knew Zoey was well off, but not how well off. She asked, “Wouldn’t this put a dent in the foundation’s working capital?”
Zoey shook her head; “No. Even at ten million for the condo project, that’s not even a one-ten-thousandth of what the foundation is worth.” I did recall someone telling me that the Foundation had assets of about $100 billion.
Several people whistled as they figured out what that implied. Fran’s eyes got big. She reached over and held Zoey’s hand, “Please be sure about this. I don’t want to get my hopes up and have you change your mind. I also don’t want us to feel like we’re getting a charitable bailout.”
Zoey kissed her, “Darling, I am madly in love with your husband ... and you and your sisters and everyone, and I think he feels the same way about me, and I know you and your sisters do. We’re all great sluts together. This will be a big living together experiment for all of us, and I can’t wait to start.
“Also, think about how I behave and act. I never hold that money over anybody. This will not be a charitable payout. It’s going to be research into polyamorous living. I’ve been thinking the world would be a better place if we could start to promote this way of life. Love is the answer.”
We were all silent and staring at the image on Ned’s computer screen of the large living room overlooking the Boston skyline. He lit a key and the whole scene changed to an evening display with the city lights.
I announced, “I think we just got another permanent new housemate.” I kissed Zoey on the cheek and she actually blushed. We hugged.
After a few minutes of questions, and various changes in conversation, Fran whispered in my ear, “Steve, let’s go make love to Zoey. She really put herself out there – a big risk of rejection. Let’s show her how much we care about her.”
I rose, picking up Zoey in my arms as I did. She was small and light. Without saying a word, I kissed her temple and carried her away from the group towards our suite at the resort. It took about twenty feet before she got the idea of what was going to happen. Fran had also joined us.
Zoey said in a matter-of-fact tone, “You know that I’m a slut, right? I wasn’t kidding with what I said as it applies to me.”
I nodded.
“And that even though I love you two, I’ll want to fuck all sorts of other people on a regular basis.”
Fran and I both nodded and kept walking.
“And, I need to be satisfied on a daily basis ... lots of fucking and cum and pussy and...”
“Yes, we know that, and that’s why we love you. You fit right in with all of us. Just stay safe.”
“And, you don’t mind me moving in with you – for sure? I mean, I just sort of made you have to like me as a house mate. I don’t want my money...”
I stopped and pulled Zoey’s face to mine. Fran came in tight against us. “Zoey, we love you. It has nothing to do with the sex or money or anything. You may be a slut, but you are a nice person, and you just took a big risk that we’d reject you. Well, we’re not rejecting you; far from it. We want you to feel as though you belong, are loved, have a permanent home with us, have a circle of friends – including us, and we want you with all of in in a pool of unconditional love.”
Zoey launched herself further into my arms for a kiss, and then did the same with Fran.
Two minutes later, I had my cock buried to the hilt in Zoey’s warm interior and we were kissing some more. Fran nudged my upper body away so she could lower her twat to Zoey’s mouth. As she did, Zoey’s tongue came out like a snake and wove itself into Fran’s cunt, licking and sucking as it went. Fran moaned, and the two of us kissed.
We changed around several times, and then I filled Zoey with love juice, and told her over and over how much I loved her. Fran was there, too.
A Year Later