Chapter 10: Felicity

Dave had a habit of checking on the various rooms in the core to see how they were being used and what condition they were in just by occasionally strolling by. Some weeks he checked daily and other weeks perhaps not at all.

He was on his round and opened the door to one of the relatively unfinished areas in the core. A hasty but colorful painted sign hung on the door said, ‘Art Studio’. He noted Colleen’s name and phone number under the words.

He peeked into the room and saw Colleen standing nude at a large canvas about four-feet square. She was adding some bold strokes of black paint to the canvas of a young couple, also nude and making love.

Dave came further into the room. The door made a sound behind him. Colleen said to him, “Hi, Dave. I’m almost finished this one. These two are fabulous models.”

Dave looked over and on a low platform there was a futon covered with some sheets, and in the middle of it were Toby and Danica. They were slowly making love as Colleen painted them on canvas, but had stopped to look over at him. Toby was behind Danica in the spoon position. She was lying back as he kissed her as well as penetrated her. He had a hand on one of her breasts and had been gently pinching a nipple.

“Hi, kids.” Dave said in a low-kay tone. “I didn’t know this room was being used.”

Colleen said, “I asked Ty and he gave me permission to use this as a temporary studio since it’s vacant all the time. He told me to put my phone number on the door in case somebody did want to do something in here. You don’t, do you?” She sounded worried.

“No. No. I just check what’s going on in the core frequently. I saw the sign and had to peek in.” Even as he spoke, he had trouble keeping his eyes from Colleen’s hot body or from drifting across the room where Danica and Toby were making love.

Dave said, “Interesting choice of subjects.” The teasing tone to his voice was not overlooked. He nodded at the copulating going on a few feet away.

Colleen said, “They’re marvelous. I’ve done six paintings so far with these two. Four have already sold at the gallery that likes my work. They’re great subjects. I pay them, you know. Plus, we have sex together every few hours. I swear Toby can stay hard for ‘24-7’ for me.”

Danica said, “Toby and I have been fucking since two-thirty today when we got home from school. I love having a cock in me this long ... and this many minutes.” She giggled.

Colleen put her paint brush in a can of some solvent and set down her palette. “Do you have to rush off? We were just thinking about having another little sex session and then breaking for dinner.”

Dave thought for a minute, “I could be easily convinced to pay greater attention to the visual arts. I don’t exercise my right brain enough. Perhaps your suggestion might help.”

Colleen went and tugged at his t-shirt and athletic shorts, ‘Well, then, get out of these.” She muttered something to herself and then said, “I hope you don’t mind, but I have been looking at Toby’s cock in that beautiful pussy of Danica’s for two hours, and I have got to have that cock back in my cunt right now.”

Danica looked at Dave and instantly said, “And my little pussy is going to be without any friendly cocks inside unless it’s yours.” She spread herself wider and grinned at Dave, as Toby withdrew and her beautiful sexual favors came on display.”

Toby stood and went to Colleen and they shared an epic kiss. Dave heard him say, “You’ve been watching me? Well, I’ve been watching this gorgeous naked artist moving around here for nearly two hours, and I’m harder than a rock. I’ve wanted to make love with you again. I think I could smell your arousal clear across the room.”

Toby picked up Colleen and set her on a table that had many tubes and jars of paint and other artist supplies on it. He carefully pushed some of them aside. Colleen adjusted her posture to open herself to him, and he immediately buried his head in her genitals with his tongue making love to her moist slit.

Toby made noisy sucking, moaning, and lapping sounds as he ate out the older woman. Colleen was probably the age of Toby’s mother.

Dave went to Danica, and she pulled him down to join her on the futon mattress. The two were in a sixty-nine in seconds, and their sounds also joined the other mating sounds in the room.

Dave sat with Toby, Danica, and Colleen at dinner. Just as they were served Scarlett slid into the vacant seat next to Dave. “Whew!” she said as though she been running around looking for him. “I’m glad I found you. I need to prepare you for tomorrow so you don’t embarrass yourself or me.”

Dave looked surprised, “What’s that mean?”

“I have a friend coming to visit and I want to be sure you know who she is and what she looks like before tomorrow when she arrives. I think she’s going to be one of my new best friends in Muggleland. You might want to check her out on the Internet before you see her. You should also plan on dinner chez moi tomorrow evening.”

Dave laughed, “Muggleland? I like that term.”

Scarlett twinkled at him, “You know, all the land area outside our gates where everyone who is less enlightened about love, sex, movies I star in, and rock and roll live.”

Dave teased, “Don’t generalize too much, my darling.” The two kissed softly.

Scarlett set the October issue of Vanity Fair in front of him. She covered up part of the accompanying text naming the young woman on the cover. She asked, “Who’s she?”

Dave glanced over and answered, “That is Felicity Jones. She doesn’t smile enough, but I suppose that’s her British stiff-upper-lip showing through.”

Scarlett looked surprised, “You know her! I’m surprised.”

Dave defended, “I do go to the movies once in a while. I think she’s one of the prettiest actresses in Hollywood, present company excluded. I obviously think YOU are the most gorgeous, most desirable, prettiest, smartest, savviest, most beautiful,...”

“Okay. Okay,” Scarlett interrupted. “I like you, too. Felicity will be arriving midday tomorrow. She’s going to be staying at my house. You are invited to dinner with us tomorrow evening. Just to balance things a little, I also invited Owen.”

Dave asked, “Will two slightly married men overwhelm her sense of propriety?”

Scarlett shrugged. “I never mentioned that any of you were married, although she knows I’m in some kind of strange marriage to you. By the way, she’s staying until next Tuesday. I would love to introduce her to the Circle, but I don’t know how. I think she needs some ‘Outside of Hollywood’ influence in her life. Moreover, and maybe it’s that British think you just mentioned, but I think she’s sexually repressed.”

Dave laughed, “In our dinner conversation, if not over cocktails, I will take care of that, I assure you. You might want to soften the blow ahead of time.”

Friday after work, instead of heading home after coming through the gates at the Circle compound, he turned right onto Perimeter Drive and went down the road to the driveway for Scarlett’s home. He turned the Harley into the drive and parked behind Scarlett’s Range Rover sitting in front of her garage. She loved the car but it looked almost like a night-mission military vehicle.

The day was nice, so Dave left his helmet on the seat of the bike and strolled to the front door. Just as he got there, the door opened and Scarlett was in his arms. She only wore her monokini and gave him one of trademark ‘knock-your-socks-off’ kisses and ground her lower body into his. “Welcome home, husband.”

“Mmmmmm,” he crooned. “I could get used to this. Better be careful.” They laughed.

She took his hand and pulled him inside and through her living room towards her back patio and the pool area. There in only the lower part of a sexy bikini sat Felicity Jones. She smiled as the two appeared and set her glass of wine aside.

Felicity rose to meet him as Scarlett hung on one arm and pressed her bare breasts into his bicep. Scarlett announced to her friend, “THIS is Dave!” Her comment left no doubt that he had been the subject of conversation for at least a few minutes that afternoon.

Dave put his hand out in greeting but Felicity ignored the potential handshake and came inside his personal space for a full hug, and kissed him on the lips. The kiss lingered for about a minute. After realizing that it wasn’t going to end as fast as he thought, Dave got into it a bit more with her. About ten seconds before the kiss ended, Dave felt the tip of Felicity’s tongue flick across his lips and briefly into his mouth. He tried not to react as anything other than a gentleman. Of course, her taut nipples had been trying to punch small holes in his chest, a feat he rather enjoyed.

Then it was Felicity’s turn to hold tight to Dave’s other arm and hold it against her bare breasts. She turned to Scarlett, “You’re right, he is the best kisser.” Scarlett looked proud for calling the play.

I gave a stage whisper they both heard, “You’re not too bad yourself. Welcome to Sarasota and the Circle.”

Felicity laughed, let go, and moved to sit in her plush chair with the glass of wine she’d been nursing. As she did, she said, “I’ve been watching you as one of the main characters in the reality TV show about this place. I’m fascinated that Scarlett is one of your ten wives, but I now learn that what was implied in the show is true. You are like married to ALL the women in the Circle.”

Dave bowed to her slightly, keeping his eyes locked on hers. “I happen to love every one of them. I seem to be blessed because they return the favor.”

Felicity said, “But they range in age from eighteen to in their seventies.”

Dave emphasized, “I happen to love EVERY ONE of them. Once you rise above the construct of ‘one man-one woman’, you find yourself free to explore other interesting arrangements. If you keep loosening up, you learn that the restriction of only feeling love between yourself and someone near your own age also vanishes. Over time you discover that many other restrictions also need not apply.

“We know that many men my age often trade their middle-age wife in for a younger model. I think they miss the mark that they can love both and gain the benefits from both with open and loving relationships. One needs to change their mindset. Once you have that epiphany, why not allow for the possibility of loving people older than yourself, different colors, different belief systems, and so on.”

Dave said, “I’ll paraphrase an expression we use in the Circle. Consenting adults can do whatever they like about love. I choose to love many people.”

Felicity said, “I thought the expression was ‘Consenting adults can do whatever they like about sex’?”

Dave bowed in her direction slightly, “You seem better informed about this place than I realized. Forgive me. I did say, I was paraphrasing. Both statements are true here, and they should be in the outside world – what Scarlett calls ‘Muggleland’.”

Felicity and Scarlett laughed.

Just then the robust door chimes could be heard tolling someone’s arrival. Scarlett hopped up and said, “Oh, that’s probably Owen.”

Dave said, “Oh, yes, my wife’s tattoo artist.”

Felicity looked puzzled and he explained, “You’ll have to read the book another one of my wives wrote about the Circle.”

Felicity pointed to the table beside one of the chaises on the patio and there sat a new copy of Cricket’s book. “I do intend to read it this weekend. Scarlett just gave me the book about an hour ago.”

Scarlett arrived back on the patio with Owen being held snugly by his bare arm that nestled against her breasts. He was urbane and polite, but received a more reserved welcome from Felicity. Only a brief kiss on the cheek from her. He seemed unaffected by her near nudity.

Scarlett asked Felicity to talk about two movie projects she was pursuing. One was entitled The Last Letter from Your Lover, and the other Good Morning, Midnight. She briefly outlined the plot of each film and mentioned the costars, most of who Dave didn’t know, but he noticed the Scarlett reacted to each name in a positive way.

Owen also seemed to be better plugged into the Hollywood scene, in part because he liked to invest in some of the films that had been passed over by the major studios. A few of Owen’s comments led to a ‘who do you know’ discussion for a few minutes that Dave listened to with no little sense of awe between the two of them. During their talk, Scarlett winked at Dave. She knew he wasn’t that up to speed on Hollywood who, what, where, when, and how gossip. She’d always told him to never think he was deficient for lack of that knowledge pool.

Dave was only modestly surprised when Chef Ari appeared in the doorway and announced that dinner was ready whenever the rest of us were. Scarlett led everyone into her dining room. Dave had to smile at the ensemble. Scarlett and Felicity were in monokinis, and looking gorgeous. Every hair on their heads was carefully coiffured, some eye makeup added more appear, and they both had bodies most women would sell their souls for – or men, for that matter.

By contrast, Dave and Owen were in business casual attire: loafers, slacks with a razor crease, and button men’s shirts. They were clean shaven and neither needed a haircut. Dave’s hair was slightly matted from wearing his motorcycle helmet, but that was barely noticeable.

Chef Ari and Tori served the dinner to the four at the large dining room table. Ari wore his white chef’s suit and hat – his toque, and Tori a demure maid’s outfit – more conservative than the usual patio clothing servers wore. Dave gave Tori a wink to indicate that he recognized her and knew about her regular life as a pledge to the Circle and a university student. She just smiled slightly and kept her professional demeanor. When everything was perfect in terms of the meal, the two servers vanished and the four enjoyed a simple shrimp cocktail and lively conversation.