Chapter 13: Sixsome

Owen did arrive the next day and we picked him up at the new Denver airport about eleven a.m. He’d left the east coast early. On the drive back to the city, we told him about the ‘fun’ we’d had the evening before and gave a solid description of Chad and what we knew about him.

Owen and Grace were together in the backseat of the car and they started to make out after a lag in our greeting discussion and revelations about the prior evening. I think we’d inspired his libido.

Grace had worn four items of clothing to the airport: two shoes, a skirt, and a frilly bandeau to cover her generous breasts. The bandeau was snug and provided some lift, and on the upper side of the material almost didn’t cover her areolas or nipples. We could see her erect nipples through the material in any case.

As Mike drove down the Interstate, Owen removed Grace’s bandeau and spent some significant time sucking and loving her breasts. The windows were tinted enough that other drivers probably couldn’t see what was going on in the backseat of the car.

Grace’s short skirt got pushed up, and soon Owen had his head buried in Grace’s snatch. She had a leg up over the back of the seat and the other extended behind the passenger seat where I was. I had a good view of his cunnilingus. I knew he was talented and felt sympathy pangs as he ate out my friend – my client’s wife!

Owen added fingers and started to apply them rapidly to Grace’s pussy along with his tongue on her clitoris. He earned a hat trick of orgasms before Mike hit the city limits.

Grace offered to do Owen, but he begged off as she started to re-dress. He told us, “I was with Brie’s friend Sheri last night and her friend Maryann. I’m in recharge mode for the day.” He kissed Grace. “That doesn’t mean I didn’t want to excite and please another dear friend and lover.”

Grace cuddled into Owen’s body the rest of the trip to their house.

Instead of fucking all afternoon and evening, as we were prone to do on a Sunday, Mike drove all of us down to the Colorado Springs. We went to a place called Red Rocks, an outdoor amphitheater, and then did a quick visit to the U.S. Air Force Academy.

While we were walking around the Academy seeing some of the public displays, I got a text from Chad. ‘My friend Candy is very interested in meeting you and I want to see you all again and meet Owen. How about we meet for dinner at the TGIF’s in Columbine at 6:00 p.m.?’

I checked with the others and quickly accepted the invitation. We made it back to the restaurant just as Chad and Candy were walking into the place. Our reunion greeting was in front of the place. Grace and I ‘performed’ in our greeting of Chad; it was so over the top that everyone laughed, and that was the intent. Of course, Owen and Candy were introduced to everyone.

Candy was trim, athletic, and obviously booby, matching my own size and shape. She was nicely dressed in Bermuda shorts, a pull-over top, and flip-flops. Owen was similarly dressed as the rest of us, favoring blue jeans.

The six of us ate dinner together and much of the conversation revolved around our afternoon trip south of Denver and then the work that each of us did. Candy was a florist and ran her own business.

I asked Candy what she had for a website and got a blank look. She said, “I don’t have a website. I know my business comes up in a list if somebody searches for florists in Denver, but I have nothing else.”

I thought before making my next statement about whether I could deliver. “Candy, do you want to be the ‘go to’ florists in the state, not just the city. I can do that for you, no charge. You’d better start thinking about hiring more employees and opening more shops around the various communities near here.”

Candy’s initial response of, “You’re kidding, right?”, evaporated as I explained to her what I did and how I did it. Chad was also paying careful attention.

Candy said, “I can’t pay you. I barely make enough to pay my rent and eat.”

In a flash, I said, “So, we at least have a starting baseline. You pay me with a long-term friendship. In other words, I’ll just do this pro bono for you. I liked you instantly.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing giving away your time.”

In fact, when I’d been at Knightsbridge and then again on my own with Owen, I’d done exactly what Candy needed, just not in the Denver geography or for a florist.

The ‘Flowers by Candy’ idea was born over that meal that everybody in and around Denver now knows about, whether one is worried about properly celebrating a birth, wedding, birthday, anniversary, funeral, or other special occasion. Not only does Candy know what flowers are appropriate, but she has the advice about what to say and do for the event.

Candy perked up considerably over the meal, and all of us sensed a new level of enthusiasm from her about her work. Chad looked grateful.

After dinner, we took a stroll through Washington Park, across the street from Mike and Grace’s house. It was a large park and dusk was slow in settling over the city.

Candy latched onto my arm and then pulled Grace so we were three abreast with her in the middle holding us together. “All right, ladies, tell me what you’re expecting. Chad said it’s sexual and fun.”

Grace and I laughed. “We kind of seduced him last night,” Grace told. I kissed him shortly after we started to dance, and he was wonderful. I wanted him from that moment on. What about you, Brie?”

“I got him later when we swapped partners after a first round of some hot fucking. Your boyfriend is a gem and very talented on all counts. I hope we didn’t damage your relationship.”

Candy shook her head, “No, no. We’d been explicit about not being exclusive, and we’ve never had a hold on each other. I don’t view a relationship that way. There’s got to be other stuff that holds two people together besides sex. In case he didn’t tell you, we’ve only known each other for about a year.”

I said, “We were hoping that since Owen joined us today that you’d be ‘up’ for playing with us – sexually, romantically, emotionally, or any other way you can think of. We’re not kinky or into pain or leaving marks. We do like variety and since much of what we’ve done has been in the same room, I guess you could say that we are exhibitionists and voyeurs.”

“Who would I start with?”

“Wrong question,” I told her. “The right one is, ‘Could I start with so and so?’ You make your pick.”

“Owen.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, you can start with Owen, although I’m not the emcee for this event. There is none. It just happens and we seem to throw out ideas about what might be fun or erotic or sexy to try. You are invited to be a full participant and help structure the event to give you lots of pleasure.”

Candy grinned, “What if I wanted all three men at the same time?”

I laughed, “Great idea. Be careful what you wish for. We can arrange that. Back home we call it being made ‘air tight’. I’ve done it. We have the lube to help make it easier on you, too.”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Yes, I’d like to try that, maybe not tonight.” She added, “I guess I’m on board about what might happen. Do you have safe words or anything like that?”