Chapter 1: Jim's Life Restarts After His Road Trip

My meditation was broken by the almost inaudible sound of a footstep nearby. I sensed an animal; but instead of jerking my head around to look I remained absolutely still and fully opened my eyes.

From my right side, a fawn moved into the clearing with me – light brown with white markings, large dark eyes full of curiosity. The pretty animal knew I didn’t belong, yet obviously didn’t fear me. It approached and sniffed at my ear. Not too far away, I heard the heavier footfalls of the mother.

I slowly turned my head to stare face-to-face with the fawn. She looked back with beautiful loving eyes. Over her head, I could see the mother slowly and cautiously come into the clearing. She watched me closely.

I sat cross-legged in the mossy clearing wearing nylon running shorts, a singlet, and running shoes. I exuded my male aroma owed to the seven-mile run that I had ended moments before stopping here, near the house, for a brief time of meditation.

The doe shook her head slightly, and the fawn backed away from me at the nearly silent command. Just for kicks, I nodded slowly at the doe, as though to say thank you for visiting. She too nodded, turned, and pranced away with the fawn in close file. She didn’t bolt or run; she pranced.

The moment was touching, and I gazed back at the shaft of light through the conifers I’d been using to focus my meditation and thought with thanks for the closeness I had felt with the animals. A minute later, I acknowledged that the pair had irreparably disturbed my concentration, so I rose and started to walk the last half-mile to the large house that Crystal owned outside Nashville.

I did have so much to be thankful for.

From the low point in my life when my young wife Karen had died, I’d rebuilt an old Harley Davidson motorcycle and started on a road trip across America – a road trip to grieve and re-find my center. I carried Karen with me, surely in my heart; and I had distributed a part of her ashes in each of the lower forty-eight states. I’d expected a solitary journey where I wallowed in grief at my loss, yet as I traveled, I met many interesting and loving people – often going out of my way to help them in some way. I even got shot in the process in Alabama, yet each person made my life better, and helped me ‘up’ in some way.

Surprisingly, I seldom slept alone in my travels from Massachusetts through New England and then to California, and the journey took months. The sex started when I visited Lauren, Karen’s sister and my sister-in-law, in Vermont. A near look-alike for my late wife, we’d quickly formed a physical relationship in which neither of us could get enough sex from the other. Although we parted as I continued my trip, she reconnected with me a couple of times along my journey, even joining me at my sister’s home in San Diego where along with others we put the last of Karen’s ashes into the Pacific Ocean. Lauren also made me promise to give her the graphic details of my sexual exploits along my trip; I promised her believing at the time that I’d have a chaste trip across country.

Something else happened in my travels – sexually – that had never before occurred in my life. I had sex with more than one woman at a time, and later shared a foursome with another man – although neither of us was into other guys. At first in Pennsylvania, and then in other states as I went west, group sex was often the norm. In Oklahoma, I became part of an orgy after a debutante’s ball. Yes, my life changed a lot on my trip. I often wondered what kind of pheromones I’d started emitting. I’m an Average Joe coming up on forty, yet when I met a pretty woman, we ended in bed more often than not.

Besides a loving relationship with Lauren, at least three other centers of gratitude registered in my mind as the big house came into view. First, I’d formed a sexual relationship with my sister Anna. Against social norms, we’d found we cared deeply for each other as both siblings and lovers.

Second, I’d met and fallen in love with Crystal Lee – America’s country music sweetheart, and fortunately, the feeling was mutual.

Third, I’d also had a loving relationship with Ellen Lee, Crystal’s younger sister. She worked with Terry Ross, Crystal’s agent, who helped organize her appearances, travel, concerts, and recording sessions.

Crystal saw some things in me that came to light pretty quickly after our chance meeting when my road trip took me through Tennessee. She saw me as the lover she’d been looking for, and for a good portion of our time over the past year since then we’d been bouncing around together in one bed or another satisfying our mutual urges.

Crystal also saw a talent in me I didn’t even know I had: singing country music. We did a song together called “Texas Dawn” that alone spent over forty weeks on the country music charts and that I frequently heard on the radio since then. We did an album together that made the top of the charts, and she coached me to do some solo music that also made the hit parade. I became a bono fide country music singer – even a star in a matter of weeks. Jim Mellon was now a name known in every household in the western world.

Crystal and I had a highly sexed relationship from the get-go – very highly sexed. We both acknowledged that we had an ‘open’ relationship, easily admitting others, including Ellen. This made my trip across country guilt free as I enjoyed sexual relations and new friendships in almost every state. The requirement was that I shared the details – the nitty-gritty, sexual, wet, orgasmic details – with Crystal ... and with Lauren who asked the same of me ... and with Anna who also asked. The whole ‘family’ had an interlace of highly sexed and loving relationships.

As I got sucked into the country music industry, I quickly adopted Terry Ross, Crystal’s agent, and Ellen to help my own music career. Terry was in his early thirties, and a ball of fire about making high payoff events happen for the two of us. We stood amazed at some of deals he put together that put us and our music out in front of the world – and made us all a lot of money.

Crystal introduced Ellen to me early in our relationship – and I mean that in a sexual way. If I hadn’t fallen in love with Crystal first, I would have picked Ellen. The two were beautiful, smart women with upbeat personalities and loads of talent. Crystal found her primary skill in singing and entertainment; Ellen excelled at arrangements and all the behind the scene preparations. She also had an artistic streak that would later influence our lives together.

Terry and Ellen became a pair; however, we shared partners often as we moved about the country or did concerts. Our foursomes became frequent and filled with pleasure and caring for each other. There were often times on my cross-country journey when Ellen and I got to spend significant quality and erotic time together.

Crystal and I were targets for the press too – the paparazzi. One overzealous photographer caught Terry, Ellen, Crystal, and me swapping partners in a fuck fest in the great outdoors on a lake near Branson, Missouri. The pictures were scandalous and career destroying. I used some skills I’d learned in the Special Forces to take the memory card with the pictures from the photographer’s camera in the middle of the night. He figured out what had happened, and for spite he stalked Crystal and me all over the country until some friends helped me put a stop to his menacing harassment through sheer intimidation – not a tactic I favored, but it had worked.

I strode across the large backyard and up the back steps to the rear terrace of the rambling house and then into the living room. Crystal and Ellen were talking, both still in their sleeping attire – short t-shirts that revealed a lot of leg and on Ellen, the curve of her sexy buttocks. Neither wore anything beneath the tee – I knew.

I leaned in and kissed each of the women good morning, receiving a ‘pee-yew from each, the holding of their noses, and immediate urging of me to shower. As I moved away toward the bathroom we shared, I told them about the doe and fawn on the back property. Both seemed amazed and pleased. Deer were not uncommon in these parts; however.

I stripped off my running shoes and clothes and went into the large shower bay off the master bath. Water jets could be turned on at three different levels from two sides, as well as overhead. I adjusted the temperature and stepped into the spray. The endorphins of the run still surged through my system sustaining my ‘runner’s high.’ Yet, when the warm water surged over my body, I instantly felt another high of pleasure at the sensation.

A couple of drops of shampoo in one hand led to a full head of suds; my eyes squeezed shut to keep the suds out. Before I opened my eyes, I sensed the presence of two others sliding into the shower stall.

Crystal and Ellen caressed my body and pushed their wet nude bodies against me as I rotated my head under the nozzle washing away the shampoo suds.

Ellen said playfully, “We thought we’d join you. You’re always so much fun in the shower because you have body parts that we don’t, and we get to play with them in here.” Her hand carefully grasped my swinging cock in a solid lock; she rubbed the head against her wet hip.

Crystal’s breasts teased my back; I could feel her erect nipples moving around in small intentional circles as her hands encircled my torso and started to stroke my nipples – a sensation that can often give me a hard-on the consistency of rebar steel.

Ellen pulled my head down for a long and passionate kiss. My mind raced through the experiences the three of us had shared the night before. She said, “Oh my, someone is having nice and nasty thoughts.” After a pause she added with a touch of humor, “Have I ever felt you this hard before ... oh, wait! It was just last night when you were pounding my little pussy with this big stick, and leaving all sorts of white fluids all over my body.” She laughed at her own humor; Ellen had a great sense of humor.

Crystal slid under my arm to join her sister in front of me; the jet sprays from the shower at her back. “Oh, wow! You’ve got a blue veiner. Did my sis do that to you in just those few seconds?”

I responded with a bit of pant, “Sort of, plus your stimulation, and I thought about the three of us last night.” As I talked, Crystal had started to kiss my chest and lick my nipples. I fondled one of her breasts with one hand, as I dipped slightly so I could insert a finger into Ellen’s slit – she groaned in pleasure into my left side.

Crystal and Ellen took turns washing me with some soap, I rubbed my soapy hands all over their wonderful nude bodies, and we did a quick rinse. The water went off, and both girls bent over, spreading their butt cheeks back at me. They both held onto a small tiled seat in the shower stall.