Chapter 4

I decided not to go back to the Sex House after my experience with Isabella. It was sex that I’ll remember my whole life, but it was too damned weird. I don’t know why I put up with her commands, or why I was so willing to sacrifice my own enjoyment. I’ve never been into that stuff before, but while I was there I was actually grateful to be ordered around like a piece of meat. I think the guys are right - something about that house makes you pawn to a will that is not your own. The Sex House was too risky. I decided I would get my pussy the old fashioned way.

That was my decision until Mischa got in touch with me. Mischa was my college sweetheart - the one that got away, the one that I wanted to marry. Instead, she married Liam and started a family with him. We remained friends for a couple years, and I was always polite to Liam, but the guy’s an asshat. I could never quite accept that she chose that guy over me. I hid my resentment well.

A decade and a half later, Mischa told me that her family was moving to my city, and she wanted my help buying a house. Her Facebook photos showed that she was still as beautiful as ever; they also showed that she had a smiling smug perfect family. I decided that I would take her to the Sex House, give her the greatest erotic experience of her life, and make her regret the decision she had made all those years ago.

We did all the preliminaries by phone and email - price range, neighborhoods, schools, priorities - and prepared a list of houses to look at when she came into town for the weekend. The Sex House was the first on the list.

I was there waiting for her at 10 AM. I had spent days rehearsing how I would play it - how I would convince her it was her idea to break her vows and sleep with me. I had every detail worked out ... until she showed up with her husband and her daughter.

Mischa gave me a hug. She looked fantastic in jeans and a white tank top, sunglasses riding on her forehead. Her long hair shone with rich shades of brown. Liam and I shook hands. He smiled at me with perfect fucking teeth, surrounded by a perfect fucking beard and perfect fucking hair.

Then Mischa introduced me to Ariel, their teen-aged daughter, whom they had conceived after she had decided to break up with me but hadn’t yet told me. She didn’t say that, of course - that was all in the past. Ariel was a lovely girl with elf-like features. An ear stuck out from under her straight sandy brown hair. A row of freckles bridged her nose. She was wearing blue overall shorts that hid her womanly features in a way that begged you to search them out with your eyes ... or your hands. Without hesitation Ariel hugged me, her new adult friend; all I could think about was plunging my hands into her overalls and exploring her body.

I panicked inside at the thought of what schemes the house had in store for us; I decided we needed to leave as quickly as possible. I suggested that this house wasn’t very good for their family after all, and that we shouldn’t waste our time, but Mischa thought that the house was remarkable. I lied and said that it was off the market, but Liam said it would give them an idea of what else to expect in the neighborhood. Ariel flitted off girlishly to explore, so I gave up on trying to cancel the showing. Instead, I swore to myself that I just wouldn’t let anything happen.

The house was clearly having an effect on Mischa and Liam as I showed them around. They were acting like a couple of teenagers who thought that their secret looks were an uncrackable code. His hand was on her ass, and later her chest, most of the time as we walked from room to room. After two minutes in the master bedroom, Mischa awkwardly asked me to give them some privacy, to talk among themselves. No sooner had I left than the door was closed, and I heard the sound of a zipper. The giggles and gasps made it perfectly clear that they would be a while.

I found Ariel in one of the other bedrooms, face down on the bed reading a magazine. One of the nightstand drawers beside her was open. The sight of her ass had me thinking thoughts that I had sworn I wouldn’t. As I approached, she spoke: “Is this what women looked like in the 90’s?” The magazine she was looking at was a Playboy - or something like it. It was opened to a page with a woman with big fake hair, and big fake tits, contorted unnaturally on a bed with a bored look on her face.

“I’m pretty sure that women have never actually looked like that, ever,” I said. “A lot of editing goes into those magazines.” I put the magazine back in the nightstand. We both sat on the edge of the bed.

“You used to date my mom, right?” She asked.

“Yup,” I replied.

“How soon after you started dating did you do it?”

“About a week.”

“Oh my god! Really?! Was she a slut or something?” Ariel’s surprise was gleeful. I had to laugh with her.

“Well, things are a little different when you’re in college and away from home for the first time. We were both drunk on our new-found freedom,” I explained. “Why? Is there some guy you’re thinking about hooking up with?”

“Nobody in particular,” she said, and then flopped backward on the bed. “I don’t like any of the guys who like me. But still, I want to lose it before college. I don’t want to be the only girl there who doesn’t know what she’s doing.” It must have been my imagination, but I swore I could feel warmth radiating from her crotch. The sounds of sex were barely audible from the other room, but Ariel hadn’t noticed them - or perhaps didn’t know what they meant. I had to shift my package to keep my erection from being too noticeable.

I tried to be reassuring, rather than creepy. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. When you’re alone together, no guy is going to fault you for the things you haven’t done before, and no guy worth a damn is going to fault you for the things you have done. All of these rules...”

She cut me off, bolting upright. “Oh my god, are they doing it?!?” The sound of her parents in the other room had become too loud to ignore.

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. “There’s something about this house that acts as an aphrodisiac. It’s the damnedest thing.”