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Poly... What? Book 1

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Chapter 20: Open Marriage Tenets

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20: Open Marriage Tenets - Luke’s marriage and life ignites when wife Ellie proposes open marriage and polyamory. He suspects her interest in coworker Darren, meets his wife Megan, and their adventures in poly soon begin with many surprises as others join in. The growing group likes teasing and making love together in one space. Luke and Ellie navigate awkward situations, emotions, love, and exceptional pleasure. Book 2 already posted at Zbookstore.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Sharing   Wife Watching   Group Sex   Polygamy/Polyamory   Swinging   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Sex Toys   Voyeurism  

Penny brought Karolann, her newly turned ten-year-old daughter, over on Saturday. Karolann invited her BFF named Mickey – after the Disney mouse that she adored and about which she collected toys and stuffed replicas. Even her bathing suit pictured the mouse. Karolann was an outgoing child. She was polite and not afraid to ask for things that she needed – water, towel, sunscreen, and such.

As the two children played in the pool, Ellie, Erin, and I sat near the pool and talked with Penny about a wide range of subjects. Penny told us that her ex’s mother lived nearby and handled the childcare for Karolann, complete with overnights and long periods where Penny had other things going on. Penny paid her but the whole deal was a bargain. This had enabled Penny to be with us so much of the time. Her ex had moved out of state.

We learned a lot more about Penny’s legal work and talked about some things I should be doing with my gym and fitness center acquisitions. She was sharp and yet gentle in nudging me to her point of view. I gave her a dollar and told her that she was now on retainer for my company. She laughed, tucked it in her bikini bra, and kept it. Great, I had a lawyer.

I gave out memberships in my fitness centers to everyone in our group. I wanted everyone to be fit, and in a few cases to lose the emerging paunches. I strolled over to their home and gave Craig and Linda one, too. One feature at my gyms was a nutritionist that created personalized meal plans that blended with what the trainers were arranging. For those that I thought needed it, they just happened to find that they had an appointment with her. Everything was tailored to the individual. Most of the group was okay in my book, but there were a few outliers that needed attention.

The most dedicated user of the free membership turned out to be Darren. He told me what the trainer and nutritionist had worked out for him: forty-five minutes in the morning and again in late afternoon with prescribed exercises, weights, and machine workouts; and an 1,800-calorie diet based on his favorite foods. There were also multi-vitamins and some supplements recommended. He needed to lose forty-five pounds, improve his stamina and conditioning, and learn a healthy lifestyle.

Craig also got the treatment at the gym. He needed to shed thirty pounds and get some muscle tone. His desk job was killing him and he knew it. I cajoled him into workouts three or four times a week and got him a personal trainer that he had appointments with for those sessions. He kept at it, too.

Our regular group did burgers and side dishes at Saturday’s barbecue. Darren ate half a burger, ate about three tablespoons of slaw, and drank two diet cokes. I asked for a report, since he was four days into the routine. He said, “Already down four pounds and starving to death, but making a long-term commitment. If I stop, Megan has told me that she’d cut off sex with me and not let me come to these parties.” Megan was hot; that was good motivation.

Megan sidled up to me and whispered, “He needs what you’re doing. Thank you, so much. He’ll be a better husband and lover and friend to everyone. He’s been very self-conscious about his weight.”

I did one other thing after thinking hearing Megan’s comment. I got a psychologist on staff – someone that understood the dynamics of being heavy, weight gain and loss, and the mind shifts that were required to sustain a new lifestyle. I made sure that Darren became his first customer at no charge. Craig got signed up, too.

The changes in Darren appeared after a month. He’d been one of the most fun-loving men I knew but he’d usually had a beer in his hand. As he lost weight he also became more ... adult, is the best word I could think of. I wondered whether he thought he was responsible for his own life and body before the program the fitness center put him on. He changed and he had a new lifestyle. Ellie mentioned that the change at work would probably get him a promotion.

Megan reported he was a better husband, more responsible and sensitive to her needs. She said, “For the first time in our marriage, he’s been talking about starting a family. He knew deep inside that he’d have to be more mature to do that. He’s found that maturity and I am so grateful to you and your friends at the gym for what they did for him. He has promised to keep at it indefinitely. He even announced that he wanted to run a marathon. My God, the challenge that will be for him, but I know he’ll do it and be in fantastic shape.” She had tears in her eyes about the man she loved. I got a grateful hug.

Others in our circle of intimate friends used the fitness center more casually – two or three times a week rather than twice daily, and mostly for the treadmills and exercise circuits. Being with each other spurred them on to better fitness and more attention to their diets and weight control. I noted that the consumption of food and alcohol at our weekend parties dropped dramatically. The group voted informally to eliminate desserts as a routine dinner item.

I took my responsibility as one of Erin’s mentors seriously after the meeting with Craig and Linda. She was beautiful and exceptional, especially compared to her contemporaries in her high school senior class. I know because I dropped her off at the high school several times right after she’d first moved in with us and saw her classmates.

With Erin being small, stacked, and looking as ‘hot’ as she did, I felt sure she would have problems being accosted in some way in the future. One in three women are subjected to abuse of some kind, and I wanted her prepared. I insisted that she take some martial arts training, even training alongside Ellie and me in our Krav Maga classes. Although it wasn’t her favorite thing to do, she did it because the two of us were and it created a stronger bond with us. As she did with her schoolwork, she tried to progress rapidly and excel.

Like Darren’s dedication to the fitness center, Erin started to spend an hour most days and three or more hours on Saturday at our nearest fitness center, often training with him on various circuits or spotting for each other. The martial arts instructor, an ex-Mossad instructor named Lev Selem, would often enlist her help as a sparring model to give demonstrations to one or two of his other classes or for a private session. She liked being singled out and ithat helped her progress rapidly in those skills. She became a gym favorite especially because of her pixie-like appearance, often in her gi.

Erin became part of our marriage and spiked our sex life even further than it was. My wife loved her and the two of them were emotionally and sexually compatible. I often felt like the cat that had swallowed the canary. I had two hot women in my bed every night – two wives, and we had sex daily, except on Saturdays when we had our sex parties and we each had others that we made out and sexed with.

Erin started to pattern parts of her life after Ellie. At first, it was just vocabulary – she started to use the same words or phrases to describe some situation. Ellie had been using the word ‘catastrophe’ frequently about some work situation, and suddenly Erin was applying the same word to some school test or exercise routine.

Next, I noticed the same facial expressions and gestures from Erin that my wife used frequently. Ellie liked to use her hands to put emphasis on some word, for instance, stating the word while she used two hands to make air quotes. Suddenly, Erin was doing the same thing.

The normal high school dress for girls was casual and laid back – sweats, pajama pants, and even t-shirts and modest crop tops, and flip-flops instead of shoes. The garb was anything but sexy or professional. By comparison, Ellie wore business casual attire to work at Occasions International, even wearing low heels most days instead of what she called ‘flats’. My wife regularly had a sexy look about her that everyone appreciated.

 
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