Chapter 67: A Baby Plus Heading North

I sat at my office desk in Sarasota. Alice hovered around me worrying the state of my health. I’d been signed off by the doctors for everything but martial arts. Actually, I could do the katas – at least with my one good arm, because they were not sparring, but I had to wait another four months for that to even be a consideration.

My left arm was still in a sling that wrapped around my body and kept me from raising my arm. The bones were still healing. My left side and back consisted of several ugly scars that I was told a dermatologist would fix for me in a few weeks after additional and deeper healing took place. At least both wounds were finally free of pain.

Two months had passed since the confrontation and shooting. I had again become a media star. Several publications had done an interview with me about the incident, but it also gave them free rein to again examine my crazy lifestyle, especially since I’d been at the lounge with my TWO wives.

The luster had finally worn off that story, and I was fortunately back to ‘Good old Dave Toller’ who lived on Bird Key Drive. No paparazzi followed me or lurked in a fishing craft just off shore of my seawall hoping to get a scandalous picture. Those would be old news. There were probably dozens of them ‘on file’ in any case.

Having been away from the office for most of the past two months, I realized rather starkly that I was not indispensable. Cyber Solutions had carried on wonderfully in my absence. The stock price had dipped for a couple of days after the shooting, but once it became obvious that I’d had bench depth in the CS management corps, it bounced back.

The deals for the pending mergers had been completed and were being implemented. The major accounts had all expanded, and several accounts had transitioned to become top tier accounts. Several ransomware attacks and viruses had been stopped in their tracks by the company. A major Internet outage had our staff working around the clock to reroute traffic to other high bandwidth fiber cables. The successes kept piling up and our PR staff made sure they all got reported fairly in the media.

Further, the management team had remained intact, had functioned like a finely-tuned machine, and was itching for more problems to sink their teeth into. I began to realize that I might have been managing things too close to my own vest and not giving them leeway to do great work. I asked Alice about my supposition, and she reluctantly agreed with only a nod.

At least one thing had finally changed in my life. I’d been cleared by my panel of doctors to resume sex, subject to the limitations of my left arm and any shoulder pain.

I became the Crash Test Dummy for the women in our circle of friends. I needed two good arms for traditional missionary, but I could do stand-up missionary just fine, and, their choice, was woman-on-top.

So as not to depress me, the Saturday parties during my bed rest had moved next door to my father’s home. While he hosted them, occasionally a couple or two would walk through the hedge row and take up loving on one of my chaises. I’d watch and wish I could be the guy. Later, one of my ‘nurses’ would give me a blowjob to help take the edge off.

My first Saturday party, I felt as though I was backed up and hadn’t had sex for years. Crystal was my first sex partner. I didn’t last very long, yet the experience was mind-numbing. Carol was next, and then Elynn and then my other fiancée, the very pregnant Jean. I was still rarin’ to go, so Madison happened along at just the right time, and then I had a final fuck of the night with Deborah. I was wiped out, but boy was I satisfied for the first time in two months. I wondered where my stamina had gone, and then Crystal reminded me that I’d just fucked six different women that evening.

At that party, I was glad to see Crystal with Spence – her relatively new real estate attorney friend. Spence Carson and Chet Watkins – a junior detective in town – were two men that Crystal and Carol had wooed and slowly lured into the sexual circle of friends.

The two girls had led Chet and Spence down the primrose path into our hedonistic lifestyle. Somehow, they got the men to admit that they would prefer a ‘hot’ girlfriend – even a slutty one, or certainly one that could be slutty under the right circumstances.

Next, the men admitted that they, too, were male sluts to some extent. The men were also entranced that Crystal and Carol would even have sex together, and then that they swapped with the men, each willingly and happily fucking each of them. The men liked that, and wanted more.

About that time, the men learned that the two women were married to a multi-millionaire and entrepreneur Dave Toller, the CEO of the rapidly growing Cyber Solutions.

A simple Google search revealed hundreds of past articles about Dave, from the straight technical articles he wrote before the Satanic Virus struck, his overnight rise to fame, the discovery of his hedonistic lifestyle, and then learning that he had multiple wives and fiancées, all while keeping everything legal as far as any government entity was concerned.

Repeatedly, the articles stressed several of the mantras of Dave and his group of friends: you can love more than one person; there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so (Thank you, Shakespeare); and we’re here to help each other grow and evolve, so lead with your heart and not your head.

Chet ran the names of those he knew through the police department’s information system. There he found out more about Dave and then Crystal and Carol.

One thing stood out to the two men: the two girls they liked were not only married, they made pornographic videos. It was all legal, and the women made sure to stay within the boundaries of the law – sometimes, just barely.

Chet had confronted the two women about the video business over one crucial lunch they had. Crystal said, “Oh, yes. That was something else we wanted to talk to you about today. We’re both hoping you’d make an adult entertainment video with us in the next week or two.”

So, besides admitting to the production of adult videos, the girls wanted the men to participate. Before Chet could turn them down, Spence had jumped in and asked for details. That led to a very erotic description of the action needed in porno vids, not that the men weren’t familiar with that.

The men opted to join them, but Chet insisted on his face never appearing. The junior detective like his employment and career prospects.

The men were also schooled in what the concept of an ‘open marriage’ or an ‘open relationship’ entailed. It wasn’t just a substitute term for free sex. There were responsibilities involved – to your partners and to the new person you were admitting into the relationship. The need for honest and open communications was paramount; trust was key; compersion played a major role instead of jealousy; and mutual support was part of the dynamic framework. The idea was to not be an impediment to the growth of those you love – au contraire.

The girls told how Dave had encouraged them to make new friends, and that meeting the two men they resonated with was just fortuitous. It had happened at a time when their husband was away, and some of their other close male friends were otherwise occupied. No one was looking back and ruing their meeting.

The last thing the girls ‘confessed’ to the men was about the sex parties – the loving weekly orgies. They avoided those terms, and it wasn’t so much a confession as a sales job.

Crystal spoke, “You like us and swapping with us because you like us. What if you liked a dozen other women you felt the same about at the same time? Wouldn’t you want to swap around and be with at least some of us during an evening?”

Both men finally acknowledged that that was reasonable extension of where they’d already been.

Crystal said, “Well, we have many like-minded friends that would love to meet you and develop the same kind and level of intimacy with you that we have. We’ve even told some of them about you. You’ve seen a couple of them at the house – Elynn, Heather, and my sister Trish.”

All the men could recall was that every female they’d seen where the girls lived was hotter than hades. If they read this right, and played their cards right, they were being granted admission into a group of over-sexed men and women that had parties where they had sex with each other.

The men ate the last of the bait.

Carol asked the crucial question, “Could you men live in that lifestyle as a steady diet – every day? Could you come to love more than one person, and in fact many people? Can you give up the requirement for exclusivity in a relationship?”

The following Saturday night they came to a party at Ross’s house. They understood about Dave’s temporary incapacity, and also learned that he was getting some sexual relief from his lovers.

The rest of those at the party had been told about Chet and Spence, so they were ready for them and treated them properly, helping to further draw them into the group. They were genuinely liked and encouraged to come to each weekly gathering.

Elynn especially did a yeoman’s job of wooing the men deeper into the group. She pranced up to them upon their arrival and stated that she’d seen them when they came to pick up their dates, but hadn’t really met them. She was again topless, with her amazing jugs front and center. The men nearly drooled over and on them they were so entranced.

The women that the men enjoyed that evening were carefully orchestrated into their beds – the patio chaises. Elynn wanted to be with each of them. Heather chose one. Lisa wanted to meet them and felt unusually randy, so did both men. Deborah took on both men. Julie had one.

By the end of the evening, the two men had been pushed to and exceeded their limits. They remained aroused but unable to perform further. Crystal and Carol took them to bed for sleeping and middle of the night sex once they’d recovered somewhat.

The ‘nude breakfast’ the next morning convinced the men that they had found some secret heaven on earth that they never wanted to leave. They were fully immersed in the group, and just got deeper into everything as the weeks passed.

I liked the two men, but something else was gnawing at my craw. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It had nothing to do with the new men or anybody else in our circle of friends. Cyber Solutions was going well, so it wasn’t that. At least temporarily we weren’t doing any more domestic mergers. We’d completed five mergers with overseas companies: one in Asia and four in Europe. We’d also partnered with another in India. We now had international reach. The company did a three-for-one split of the stock, and the stock price still went up and up.