Chapter 7: An Unusual Home

I’d pretty much forgotten about the housing discussion by the time a month had passed. Anna and I had gotten together with the Parkers and the Millers about three times a week since the twins had left after their college visits, and our appetite to be with each other seemed to be increasing rather than leveling out or abating.

Every other week, we even started to have overnight ‘girlfriend’ swaps with them. One night, Marie was my ‘wife’ for the evening and even overnight in my bed. That was kind of funny, since we worked together. We left work together and came in the next morning together to see whether we could scare up a scandal but no one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn’t say anything.

Another week, Penny took on the role of my ‘wife’ and spent the night. I couldn’t believe how horny we could both be for one another. We fucked all night long. I was bleary-eyed at work the next day. Marie laughed at us.

I felt slight twinges of jealousy that Anna was in Dave or Ryan’s bed, but I got the best of those emotions and substituted compersion for my emotions. I was glad she was with men she liked and could derive great sexual satisfaction from a night with them. Anna always came ‘home’ to me with renewed love and lust.

Of course, Anna and I compared notes and told all to each other. The sex with others just cranked up our own arousal and lust for each other. Our reclamation sex was mind blowing.

We did talk to the twins every week, too. We kept them informed about what was going on, but kept our conversations sexually sterile. They knew to read between the lines. They swore we’d made them so horny we had them leaking girl juice all over the house. They did tell us that mom and dad had grilled them about Anna’s boyfriends and my girlfriends after they’d gotten back.

Fortunately, the girls had taken pictures when the eight of us were together. Thus, they had some proof to show our parents as I sat with my arm around Marie or Penny, or as Anna was seen flirting with Dave or Ryan and standing very close to them.

I got an unusual call at work from Dave one Thursday afternoon. “Matt, I’m calling everybody because I have a home that I want to show to you all to see what you think about it. Can you meet me after work and bring Marie?”

We agreed on the time, and he gave me the address to put in my GPS. I also got Marie on-board about leaving work with me again to see this house. I had to admit I was skeptical that we’d all like the place.

Marie and I pulled up outside a mansion of a house on the bay right at five-thirty. Anna was already there. Ryan and Penny were just getting out of their cars, and Dave was standing in the circular driveway in front of a four-car garage with a large smile. There was certainly enough parking for probably a dozen cars between the garage and the driveway turnaround.

Dave greeted us, giving Marie a smooch. “Isn’t this a great house. Wait until you see the inside.”

“This must cost a fortune to buy or rent.” I gestured to the large two-story home that took up three normal house lots on the water.

Dave said, “Not as much as you think. Come on.”

Dave brought us through the elaborate and ornate front door more or less in the center of the large home into a great room with a cathedral ceiling. This was a gorgeous living room. The living room opened on the back of the house and hence onto the main bay that the city was on, and there was a huge swimming pool there, along with dock space for a large yacht. Part of the upper floor formed a balcony looking down on the room.

Dave said, “This place rents with the furniture, but if you don’t like something, the owners will put it in storage. They don’t care if we add our own stuff. We just can’t paint the walls or change the wallpaper without consulting them.”

Off the large living room was a formal dining room with a glass top table. The glass was so thick an elephant could probably stand on it without it breaking.

Just past the dining room was a huge kitchen with every modern appliance a person could think about. Off that room was a small gym and a large family media room that doubled as a family room overlooking the water. Going the other direction in the kitchen took you to the laundry and into the four-car garage. There was also an interior pantry.

I said, “This is a huge single-family home. How many bedrooms are there?” I pointed upstairs and to the other side of the house.

Dave shook his head. “Hold your judgment on that point.” He led us down a hallway, through a door, and suddenly we were in another kitchen that opened onto a living room-dining room area also with windows on the water. This apartment was slightly smaller.

Dave explained, “This was an ‘in-law’ apartment. Unfortunately, they both aged and had to go into assisted living.

Anna said, “So, two families could nicely co-exist in this space. The house is fabulous. The decorating speaks to me, too. If I had the money, this is what I would like to do.”

Dave held a hand up and said, “Don’t finish judging this place yet. Follow me.” He took off at near run back through the main house we’d just seen, through the living room, and down another short hallway.

Dave opened another door, and we were in a second ‘in-law’ apartment. Dave went, “Ta-dah! A second in-law abode. This is the same size as the other apartment, it overlooks the water, too, AND we haven’t been upstairs yet.”

We toured upstairs, and noted that we were able to move through all three living spaces on either floor. There were three stairways up, too; one for each living unit. There was no basement. Each in-law apartment had a master bedroom with ensuite, and then two guest bedrooms and a shared bath that were smaller than the core of the house. The core master bedroom suite of the main house was large, and there were then two good-size guest rooms beyond that, and an upstairs media room decked out as a TV viewing area. There was also an upper observation deck one floor higher as a roof dormer, as well as all sorts of patio and balcony space that was common to the three living spaces.

Dave ran out of things to show us. We’d been in the house an hour. “What do you think?”

The three women crooned about their love of the house and their wish to live there. Ryan vocalized my concern, “How much?”

Dave grinned, “If we start renting effective the first of next month, the monthly rent is...”, he paused for dramatic effect and spread his arms, “ ... seven thousand dollars a month. I was going to propose that we pay according to the square footage that we occupy as a family unit.”

“How do you see us living in this?” I asked.

Dave said, “Oh, yeah. You have the largest family with the four of you, so I’d think that you, Anna, Sandy, and Cindy would take the central or main home. Ryan and Penny, and Marie and I would each take one of the in-law apartments. I love this, by the way. Either in-law apartment is larger than what we’re living in now.

“If you think about it, this gives us lots of play-together space on the pool patio or upstairs on the shared balcony, the large living room, and your downstairs space. We wouldn’t impose on your hospitality all the time.”

Ryan said, “And if parents visit?”

Dave grinned, “We rearrange partners so that whomever needs a live-in partner has one of the correct sex and in the correct bedroom. The other sibling moves into the guest room, or adopts the lonely partner. We have all sorts of flexibility with cross-dating.”

“And if somebody gets pregnant?”

Dave shrugged, “Each family has lots of space.”

“How long do we lease it for?”

“The owners moved to London, possibly for a decade. They have money to burn and almost don’t care about this place now that their parents are in other facilities. Gordon, the owner, told me he’d entertain a lease of almost any duration providing it was more than a year. He doesn’t like administrative details. We can also request an extended time period of notice should they want to return, for instance, a year. He indicated back to our office that they’d take it.”

“Maintenance and all that?”

“Depends on the level and severity of what’s broken. We handle the small stuff – replacing light bulbs and such. They handle the heavy stuff like if a new roof is needed. They also handle paying the landscaper and the HOA fees for the neighborhood.”

“Hurricane proof?”

“Up to two hundred miles an hour and a twenty-foot storm surge. They also pay the insurance on it, as they always have. We need to insure our own furnishings and belongings.”

Anna asked, “And they don’t mind eight adults living here?”

“Not a bit. They had pretty much the same situation until three years ago when one set of in-laws had to leave. The other set left two years ago. I think one of them died, but I’m not sure on which side.”

Marie asked, “When they come back to visit their parents in the homes, where will they stay?”

“Oh, they bought a relatively small condo at the Ritz. He calls it a pied-a-terre, but it’s about twelve-hundred square feet.”

I asked, “Dave, do you have a conflict of interest renting this to us, and then living here?”

He shook his head. “No. Lena Shires from my office handles the rentals, and is the agent handling this. She knew what I was looking for, so called it to my attention this morning. I rushed over and looked at it. It gets listed for the public this Sunday. That may or may not put a little pressure on us to make a decision about it. It’s up to you. I doubt we’ll find a better deal.”