Chapter 33: Ides of Spring

I took Monica to lunch in the middle of the week. The boss-secretary lunch was not out of the ordinary at Retail Solutions. Most people in the company saw such events as team building or even as a reward for some special help rendered. There were never any rumors associated with the outings unless they became too routine or lasted for hours.

Monica really wanted to find the nearest motel and fuck for two hours. I knew that because she told me of her intent. Instead, we went to Pizza Hut and each had a small pizza for lunch. She only ate half of hers and brought the rest back to share at the office. It was gone in seconds.

Over lunch, Monica told me more about her life since she left home and the local community college where she learned her office skills. She admitted she was flighty until she met Nathan and they fell in love.

While they immediately started having sex, Nate didn’t want to be exclusive right away. It turned out that he had an old girlfriend that was a maniac when it came to sex. She wanted his services multiple times a day, but didn’t mind sharing him as he developed his interest in Monica.

Nate was open about what was going on, not trying to hide either girlfriend or the rampant sex from the other. In a normal relationship, the whole situation would have fallen apart like a tornado ripping a shaky barn apart, but not with those personalities.

Nate was young and virile, and fucked the two women around the clock except for the few hours a day he had to work. The two women met one day, liked each other, and from then on, the fucking wasn’t always as a couple but as an involved threesome.

Monica said, “I found that I was so attracted to Dory that I wanted sex with her as well as Nate. She’d already been with a woman, so she showed me how we could have sex. After we’d tired Nate, the two of us would go at each other – eating pussy, snowballing, fingering, dildoes, tribbing, and everything we could think of.

“During that time, early in our relationship, Nate and I agreed that we’d always be open to other people being involved in the sexual part of our relationship. Dory moved away to take care of her mother, and Nate and I were alone finally. We fell deeper in love and got married, but there was no third party – man or woman – that turned us on.

“Until you.”

I was surprised. “Why me, especially since I’m your boss?”

Monica looked at me with love in her eyes. “You’re a fantastic man. You exude love and caring. The moment I first met you two years ago, you focused in on me. I wasn’t just a fixture outside the VP’s door, I was Monica and you cared about me specifically. You’ve never wavered either. I could also sense that you liked me a lot and wanted a relationship with me. I really missed you, but you were out seeing customers almost all the time.

She laughed, “Then you started to accumulate fiancées. I met Wendy her first week here, and I learned that she had Tracy as her sidekick. We heard her story and how you were the hero. I can’t remember how, but I knew about Penny and then her tragic death and you taking over the two girls. I didn’t hear much for a while until Holly became part of your entourage, and later Dakota. I sought them out and learned that you were a fantastic lover. I wanted part of that. And then, oh happy day, you got promoted and became my boss. I really thought that I’d won the love lottery.”

“And Nate?”

“Oh, I kept telling him about what was going on and my thinking. He’s not the kind of guy that gets jealous. Curious definitely, but not jealous. He always wanted me to be happy. When you became VP, I was ecstatic. I would have killed to be your AA, but instead I was in the right place at the right time. We were put together. Nate thinks that it’s divine guidance.

“How did Nate do after the weekend?”

Monica laughed. “He’s a very horny thirty-year-old man. He got to fuck seven new women over the weekend, every one of them a fox. He got to watch his horny wife get it on with a bunch of other men, and he’s always had a desire to watch me fuck somebody else. He got to see me interact with a few of the other women, almost like we used to do with Dory.”

“And the sex didn’t overpower either of you?” I asked.

“No. Bring it on. Finally, we’re found some like-minded friends. We want more of what we found with you and everyone.”

I smiled, “Just hang out with us.”

That night, I again got caught up in a later meeting, so I didn’t get home until after six. Monica was the first person to greet me at the door. She was only wearing a lacy thong and her office heels and looked like sex on a stick. After her kiss, she passed me along to the others – my fiancées and Lola. There was some laughter about Monica’s eagerness about me and about all of them as intimate friends.

I did have the feeling that Nate was along for the ride. He was working on the two bedrooms and the connecting bath and closets each day. Denise had become a staple in our circle of friends, and she showed up almost daily to work with Michael and Nate about the renovations.

Nate got shower privileges in Michael, Jill, and Holly’s bathroom. He also had a couple of sets of work clothes, so as he stripped off, that set would go in the laundry but he had another available as well as some casual clothes.

One thing I learned from Misty was that Nate never showered alone. One of the women at the house was always his companion, helping him to scrub away the sweat and dirt from his daily work. Of course, those showers always were accompanied by some crazy sex – before, during, or after getting clean.

Jill described in detail one evening over dinner, how she liked to sit on the bathroom vanity with him plowing into her porn star pussy with his big cock. She told about how all the heights and human dimensions were perfect for the penetration and subsequent intercourse. Nate blushed. We laughed.

Jill’s career was another thing relative to Nate. He was blown away when he learned that he’d been occasionally fucking a porn star. Jill hadn’t told him right at the start of their new friendship, and no one else mentioned it. After she did her reveal by showing him one of her videos, he became hooked and had to have every single video or short teaser that she’d ever done. Monica reported that even on the nights they were home, he was on the Internet scouring the purveyors of fine pornography for another one of her many videos.

Jill was often at the house doing much of her work over the Internet. Nate was at the house, often with one or two helpers. After a talk with Monica, Jill did a full-court press to seduce Nate midday. The ‘nooners’ a couple of times a week became somewhat routine and left Nate a very satisfied young man. I teased him that work on the house seemed to have slowed down.

That evening, Monica wrangled a lovemaking slot with me, and we had a long and enjoyable fuck. True to her word, except for some rare flirting at the office, we were nothing but professional in that venue.

One of the nicer Saturday afternoons in March, I was sitting on the patio working. The weather was perfect and I was catching up on emails and the nearly constant quarterly budget reviews for my organization.

My cellphone rang, and before answering it I could see from Caller ID that it was Wendy. She, Tracy, and Lola had gone to the beach. “Hi, Wendy.”

“Hi. The three of us are at Lido Beach, and ... well we ran into some friends. I just sent you a video to see if you remember them.”

My phone beeped again, and I switched over to my text messages. There was a one-minute video of Wendy and Tracy ... on surfboards, riding a wave into shore. They were wobbly, but both managed to stay upright until the board got to knee-deep water.

I said, “Good surfing. I assume you ran into those guys you met a year or so ago that were teaching you how to surf.”

Wendy said excitedly, “Yes. They cool. Andy, Colt, and another guy named Dean – Colt’s brother. Anyway, we’ve spent a lot of time with them since we got here and discovered them surfing, and they want to see more of us.”

I laughed, “In those bathing suits that you’re all wearing there isn’t that much more to see.”

“Funny. Anyway, we like them. They know that Tracy and I are in college, and they think that Lola is the same way. They think we’re all in our early twenties. We want to bring them back to the house, but would prefer that they keep their initial impression about our ages and collegiate standing – Lola included.

“I have to tell you that there’s been a lot of flirting by all of us. If things went further, the three of us would be kind of happy.” I could tell she was hedging her words.

I was chuckling, “So, you want to bring three young men back to the house, flirt with them some more, get naked so that they see more of you, and then fuck their brains out? Do I have that right?”

“Errr, that wasn’t quite what I said,” Wendy responded. “On the other hand, you do paint a desirable picture for all of us. We like them.”

“Bring them back. We’re barbecuing tonight – ribs, burgers and brats, plus Dakota and Holly got inspired and made a whole lot of side dishes. I think we have enough potato salad to feed an army for a year. I will stay out of the way except to cook and eat. You live here and this is your home, too. Keep me informed if I’m supposed to adopt some role in your life that I don’t know about.”

“Thanks. We’ll probably be there in a half-hour.”

Almost exactly thirty minutes later the three girls arrived home in Wendy’s Honda. Right behind them came three young men in an SUV with three surfboards tied on top of the car. Everyone was in bathing suits.

Andy and Colt remembered meeting me the year before. They had immediately come over and politely re-introduced themselves to me. They were both younger than I remembered them being.

I met Dean, the third surfer dude. He was a little shyer than the others, and I learned that he was a sophomore at the university. His academic standing actually put him slightly behind Wendy and Tracy in terms of reaching graduation.

The first sign of shock from the young men was when Misty went strolling by them going from one part of the house to another. She was only wearing her bikini bottoms and was delightfully barefoot. Not only did her breasts shimmy as she walked past, but she put a little extra sway into her posterior, too. The three guys froze in position, their eyeballs popped out of their heads, they gawked as Misty ignored them, and then they straightened up and looked at their ‘dates’ and then at me. None of us reacted.

I heard Andy say, “I guess we’re here unannounced or something, huh?”

Wendy said, “Oh, no. That’s the way we usually dress around here. Since it bothers all of you, just ignore it. You’ll see others that live here or visit dressed the same way. We’re very relaxed.”

The girls got everyone a beer out of the refrigerator in the garage. They got a quick tour of the downstairs of the house, and then everyone went to the patio. They pulled three of the chaises in a triangle with a couple on each lounger: Wendy and Colt, Tracy and Andy, and Lola and Dean.

Before I could warn them, Holly and Dakota headed for the other side of the patio, each carrying their iPhones. They were all but naked, too. As they got on the patio, I saw the three men’s heads jerk as though on a single thread to the boobs and hot bodies that had suddenly appeared.

Colt spoke, “Wow! I mean, you have some good-looking housemates.”

Wendy said in her devilish tone, “Look, since it seems to excite you all so much, why don’t we adopt the house dress code.” On that note, she shrugged out of her bikini bra and tossed it aside. Tracy immediately followed, and Lola was last as she followed her role models.

I thought, ‘Ah, the seduction has started.’

Andy, Colt, and Dean were speechless, and their tongues were all but lolling out the side of their mouths at the luscious pulchritude of tit flesh that had just appeared right next to them, plus that setting up on chaises near them.

Wendy thrust her chest out and said, “If you kiss me a lot, I’ll let you play with them.” She tried to make here tone threatening in humor.