Sisters, Friends, and Lovers - Book Three
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Chapter 50: Celebration
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 50: Celebration - 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
After talking to John a few minutes about the work effort, I headed back to Pam’s office. I called FDC headquarters and asked to speak to Mike Jensen, our CEO. When he came on the line, I told him I’d just sold something in the vicinity of twenty-million-dollars in consulting, and after being speechless for a full minute, he went over the moon like an Atlas rocket.
During that call, he told me that at the partner’s weekend retreat they’d just finished and based on my previous work, the company’s officers had voted at the end of last week to promote me to be an officer of FDC. He laughed, and added that now with this work they’d probably have to do something even more special for me. Mike outlined my new comp package, and a few of the other perks that went with my new job.
Mike knew of my desire to be an ‘on the road’ officer, so he said, little else about my day-to-work would change. He asked me when I planned to be in the office next, and I was a little chagrined to tell him it would be in two weeks only if I rescheduled some TCI work to fit in the visit.
What a day – a twenty-million chunk of work, and a promotion that tripled my earnings if I included what I’d probably get for a bonus. Now, with the new work, my bonus would be even larger as those receipts came in.
I floated into Pam’s office on Cloud Nine. I asked her, “Did you know about the strategic planning work?”
“No. What strategic planning work? I knew you wanted to get a job to help John do some corporate planning. Did you?”
I explained to Pam about the meeting with Tim Vaughn. Her jaw dropped open in surprise. “Wow, Tim Vaughn ... and that’s great news on many fronts. For one, that means we’ll get some thinking ahead of our budget cycle. I’ve been lobbying for that for ten years.” Pam studied me, “What else? Something else happened.”
I puffed out my chest, “I got promoted at FDC. They didn’t even know about this new work. I’m now a vice president at FDC – a partner in the firm. That means some benefits, but around TCI not much will change except for more FDC people around. I’ll be here just as much – more in Jersey for a bit.”
Pam came around her desk and kissed me, “Oh, we are so going to celebrate tonight and you are going to get so laid, re-laid, and parlayed.”
A voice from the door caught me off guard. Debs stood there watching the two of us kiss. She was blushing but said, “Your two o’clock is here. Shall I send them in?”
Pam pushed me away with a smirk. She whispered, “Later.” Turning to Debs she said, “Yes, let’s get started. Have them come in.”
I went down to the room I used as an office, and started in on what I’d planned to be doing that afternoon. My concentration was pretty well destroyed, so I ended up making copious notes on how I now saw the strategic planning effort. I also had a couple of meetings with some of the project leaders for the systems work. I’d need to bring in somebody from FDC to take over the role that I’d been playing overseeing that work.
I texted congratulations to Brady and Jane, and then created a longer email about the corporate-wide strategic planning effort and my promotion. Brady sent back one word – Congratulations. Jane sent back 143 – the numbers meaning ‘I love you.’ She knew we’d play later.
I sent Fran, Sheila, Ally, René, and Ivy a brief text too: ’Got promoted and BIG raise. Also sold HUGE consulting job at TCI. VERY VERY VERY Happy day. Love you. S.’ I got reply texts of congratulations and ‘talk to you later.’ I knew I’d have a busy evening on the phone bringing everyone up to speed.
Pam had a meeting until six-thirty. Thus, I called home about six o’clock, got Fran, and she put me on speaker phone so all five women, plus Aidan and Matt, could hear my news. We had an exceptionally cheery conversation, and then we ended the call.
A minute later, my phone rang. It was Fran. “Steve, I’m glad I caught you before you got on another call. I have a serious question to ask.”
“Go ahead, what’s up? You sound like something’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure; that’s up to you and what you say.” She paused and went on, “Matt stayed over last night, but you knew that. He’s cool and we all like him. My question is this; he seems to want to hang around almost full time now, and should we let him?”
I asked, “Do you get any negative vibes from him?”
“No. None, but then I didn’t with Joel either, until I just about got raped by the asshole.”
I told her, “Matt seems different. He’s not cocky the way Joel was. Look the decision is yours, but it wouldn’t be out of place to suggest to him that he take it slow. Explain to him how he’ll ingratiate himself more deeply with each of you if you can take the time to know him and he knows you. Maybe you want to set a particular number of nights he’s allowed to sleep over for now. Set some boundaries and see how he behaves. Maybe do ‘dates’ but not overnights part of the time.”
“That’s a great idea. Thanks. I just don’t want to pop his bubble of enthusiasm, but then I don’t want to suddenly have a leech around us either.”
We ended that call just as Pam stuck her head into my conference room. “You ready to go?”
“I am. What’s the plan?”
“Jane’s in my office ready to go, and we’re meeting Pete, Bob, and other friends for dinner over near Jane’s house, and then we’re crashing there for the night. Lots of sex planned, if you’re up for it, old man.”
I smiled, “Of course; whatever pleases you the most.”
Pam checked the hallway and then announced, “I am mostly pleased by your cock in my cunt, but that’ll come a little later I hope. In the meantime, let’s go. We’re late.”
I rode with Pam and Jane, and we ended a half-hour later walking into an unpretentious restaurant named Charley’s Aunt just off Main Street in Chatham. Our group took about half the restaurant. Bob saw us and motioned us over to their large table. Pete, Zoey, and a woman I didn’t know were already seated and enjoying glasses of wine.
Every time I saw Zoey, I always thought of her as The Minx, because that was the first thought I had about her when I met her. She had leanings towards being an Emo Girl – a few unpretentious tattoos and piercings, but had cleaned up her act a little since I’d first met her over a year earlier. I discovered she was probably the most brilliant person I knew, probably with an IQ near 180. Zoey also had a lot of money, and I mean a lot, although no one really knew exactly how much, but she could be classified as well off.
Zoey introduced me to Kristen, a pretty black-haired girl about the same age as Zoey. Kristen had an engaging smile and also breasts that demanded visual attention, particularly as the wrap-around top she wore kept revealing not only cleavage but also a significant part of the surrounding real estate. I quickly adopted the training my mother had ingrained in me, and looked her right in the eye and tried to control my ogling.
We got our drinks, ordered dinner, and had a lively discussion. I had ended up sitting next to Kristen, which I guess was good because everybody else seemed to know each other except for Jane and Kristen, but Jane had latched onto Bob’s arm. I realized a lot had happened in the three weeks I’d been absent from TCI New Jersey.
Zoey and Kristen were best friends, and Kristen had heard about me from her friend. Pam put Jane and me on display a bit when toasted Jane’s promotion and then told the table about the huge consulting job I’d landed that day, and then about my promotion, all of which resulted in significant toasts. Of course, I felt compelled to pick up the entire tab for the evening. Pam whispered to me later to bill it to the expenses for the consulting work in some way.
Kristen had a recent MBA from Wharton, a point that surprised me because of her apparent young age. I also found out she was a major player in something called the Mendenthal Foundation, a charitable trust that donated money to do social research and support philanthropic efforts to create opportunities for the less fortunate. It wasn’t until probing more deeply that I realized the Foundation had been set up by Zoey’s parents. She was a Mendenthal – Zoey Mendenthal. I realized that Zoey alone was personally worth something close to a billion dollars, because the Foundation had about a hundred billion in assets.
I just tossed all that information into my memory banks, and then recalled that Zoey had the leanings to be a super-slut, and I liked to make love with her, as did Bob and Pete. I wondered whether Kristen was of the same ilk, but figured we’d find out soon enough when we all went back to Jane’s house – if Kristen went with us.
Dinner was fun, with lots of banter and crisscrossed conversations and laughter. I did get to know Kristen better, as well as Zoey who changed seats with her about halfway through the meal and really came onto me with a lot of heavy flirting.
At Jane’s house, I broke out several bottles of wine, and we enjoyed a nightcap of sorts. While driving over Pam had told me to cuddle up to Zoey and Kristen. She needed to be with Bob to reacquaint him with his wife’s body, at least for the starting portion of the evening. They hadn’t been together for a few weeks for various reasons. That left Pete and Jane as a logical but happy combination.
Consequently, I maneuvered myself to Zoey and got a few kisses in with her to show her I was definitely interested in mating with her. She seemed to feel likewise, because the ardor of our kisses grew rapidly until Zoey was grinding her pussy against my leg.