Chapter 32: There’s Something in the Water

Over the next six months, I felt like I was running a high-speed marathon trying to do everything I wanted. About ninety percent of that dealt with work and expanding Porter Consulting.

My company got three new clients, and each one of them promised to be million dollar a year engagement. We doubled in size in half a year. Kevin brought in two of them through his personal contacts and using his grapevine that he’d grown at Knightsbridge.

I put the word out and also advertised and hired five new consultants – two senior-level staff, and three mid-level contributors.

Not only did I have clients in Denver, I also needed to visit clients in Virginia, North Carolina, and Georgia, and of course we had the other business in Florida nearer home. One week I spent a day in each geographic area.

My personal life suffered a little. I pushed Owen to manage the Raleigh client, and he gladly took on that task.

Owen and I were living together, and we found a larger luxury apartment that we loved. Given our lifestyle, we decided to get a three-bedroom unit. The difference in price with the two-bedroom units wasn’t that much, so we sprung for more room. We put a little effort into decorating and furnishing the place.

Owen and I would meet up in the middle of the week in Denver or Raleigh, make nice with the clients during the day, and then fuck ourselves blue at night. We were horny and in love.

At least in Denver, our feelings of romance expanded to include Mike, Grace, Chad, Candy, Connie, Tom, and Tara. Mike and Grace had also befriended another man named Jim, to help even out their evenings.

Tara moved in with Tom. He had created the post of Chief Operating Officer in PR Engineering and promoted one of his VPs into that post and pushed off some of his workload onto the woman – Joyce Meyers. Consequently, Tom was able to be a better boyfriend and fiancé to Tara than it had first looked. I praised his efforts to build the new relationship with Tara and create a personal life for himself.

The couples in Denver had agreed they were a horny bunch, and getting together was their primary sexual outlet. They decided to get together every week, and so had standing dates on Wednesday and Saturday nights for their sexual get-togethers. Mike and Grace’s house and Tom’s large condo served as the most used venues.

I asked Tom about Joyce Meyers, and he just shook his head. She was married, and pretty conservative.

Our clients in Virginia, Florida, North Carolina, and Atlanta all appeared to be business-only situations. We all vowed to keep an open mind, should anything present itself.

We had a girl’s night out finally with Sheri, Maryann, Marsha, Allie, Sarah, Susan, Wonder, Skye, and me. We went to a club named Ecstasy for dinner, drinks, and to see what male companionship a few of us might stir up.

To my delight, Skye had become engaged to Deke, and Sheri was sporting a diamond given to her by Luke. We squealed around and carried on with great joy over the new engagements and arrangements. The coming year would be filled with weddings and lots of parties.

Owen and I flew up to my parents’ home in rural Kansas for the mandatory visit of their newly engaged daughter and her fiancé. They’d met Owen several times almost two years earlier on a visit to Florida, but this was different.

Of course, they assigned us separate bedrooms even though they knew we were living together. Owen didn’t know what to do. I rolled my eyes and put all our luggage in one of the bedrooms, and ignored the attempt for them to pretend their daughter was going to be a virgin when she got married.

Heck, based on what I now knew, I was probably the only girl in my high school that was still a virgin when I graduated, and probably before I even entered my junior year, let alone my senior year.

Mom and Dad were over the moon that I had finally found a ‘nice young man’. Owen was exceptionally solicitous, and went out of his way to be helpful at the farm. He took it upon himself to follow my father around and help out with various tasks. Dad though he walked on water after that.

Mom and I talked about the wedding. She was full of anxiety about what would happen in that regard. I suggested that some weekend she fly to Florida, attend the wedding, and then fly home. I said, “It’s that simple. All my close friends are there. Owen and I will handle all the planning. I’m about to hire a secretary for Porter Consulting – my company – and she can handle some of the details, too.”

“But I feel like I should do something to help you prepare?” Mom said.

I shook my head. “This is going to be really simple. I think we might even do something at one our friend’s homes or maybe even on his boat. We’ve just started to talk about the actual ceremony.”

“But what about food and decorations and a minister?”

“We’ll outsource the whole thing – caterers and I think one of our friends is a minister, so he’ll do the ceremony. I’m not averse to doing it at the beach with our feet in the water.”

“But your dress?”

“I’ll buy one off the rack someplace nice.”

“Your dad and I want to help pay for it.”

“Not necessary. Owen and I are making a good income.”

“But this could cost twenty- or thirty-thousand or more,” Mom protested.

“Save your money. I made that much money last week. Money is not an issue.”

My mother’s eyes got large. “You really made thirty-thousand dollars last week?”

I thought for a moment doing the mental calculations of my earnings from my own billable hours, and then my estimate for what I made from others in Porter Consulting. I subtracted out the staff salaries.

“I take that back. I probably made more like fifty-five-thousand last week before taxes.”

My mother dropped back into her chair. She just looked at me in awe and said, “Wow. Okay, you can pay for your wedding. We’ll figure out how to do something nice for you.”

Owen and I got a late flight on Sunday evening for Denver. It wouldn’t be a play night. We opted for a room at the airport motel, and just went to sleep. Despite how calm things had been, we’d been tense that something might derail with my parents. Nothing did.

Monday morning, we did the commute into downtown Denver to Tom’s company’s corporate offices. We were in our office before eight a.m., and I started a meeting with Herb, the marketing VP, shortly thereafter.

Our evenings in Denver, were exceptionally sexual. Our friends were all horny. Mike and Grace had befriended yet another couple they introduced us to – Gail and Jay. They were new to the lifestyle and very affectionate.

Jay was a tall lanky man in his early forties with a wry sense of humor and sarcasm that always had us laughing. He had a small goatee that he used to great advantage when eating pussy. Wow, what sensations.

Gail was about ten years younger than Jay and a paralegal. She had pretty long brunette hair, a svelte figure, tits to die for, and, as Mike told us, a snapping pussy.

I had to look up the term ‘snapping pussy’. I don’t have one but I try to compensate in other ways. A snappy pussy means that the woman had tremendous muscle control and her vaginal muscle experience contractions that milk the cock inside her before, during, and after the man orgasms. She leaves nothing but a very satisfied male behind. For me, it was back to ben wa balls.

Monday night, we were all together at Tom’s condominium. Owen and I hadn’t been there for two weeks. Since then, Tom and Tara had gotten some cushioned gym mats. Normally, they were folded up and hidden behind his living room sofa, but on nights such as this, they were brought out and distributed around the large room. Each mat was like a large king-size bed.

That night those in attendance included: Tom and Tara, Owen and me (Brie), Jay and Gail, Chad and Candy, Jim and Connie, and Mike and Grace. I expected two more from my consulting company later in the week.