Adult Situations Ch. 25-26

Crystal had never stopped filming. Madison had never dressed, a point that I appreciated during the videoing process. I liked the visual stimulation of two hot naked bodies in my vicinity. And now, they were both left with the residual cum still in their bodies.

We recovered, but there was no opportunity for use of a bathroom. That was down the hall in a common area for all the offices on my floor. Ultimately, we just used some Handi-Wipes, dressed, and got ready to go home.

Crystal invited Madison and Stacy to come to the house for dinner. It would be pot luck, she explained.

They liked that idea. Stacy wanted to ride with me. She was having some milky, starry doe eyes about me and wanted to be close. I didn't mind, and I did give Crystal a wink to let her know that I hadn't forgotten her or our long-term relationship.

We got pizzas delivered at the house. Madison, Stacy, and Crystal answered the door in their birthday suits to accept the pizzas and pay the delivery boy. They'd obviously been swimming and had forgotten their bathing suits. Oh, dear.

Chapter 26 -- Another Addition to Core Group

Stacy fit in well with the others at the house. We already knew that Madison was a good fit, and she knew she was welcome at any time. Madison had explained the informal dress code to her mother, so the two of them only wore their undies, whereas most of the other women had bathing suit bottoms on. Stacy was initially embarrassed, but nobody made a big deal out of another topless women, so that concern quickly faded.

Stacy helped prepare the dinner salad, and seemed to be all eyes and ears as she moved around the kitchen, volunteering for various tasks but listening to every tidbit of conversation so she could understand the environment and the people new to her life but familiar to her daughter. Madison just watched her and also snuggled in with Ross, Derek and me, getting frequent kisses and hugs, and occasionally a tweak of one nipple that made her giggle.

Stacy asked her at one point, "You're awfully 'familiar' with Ross and Derek. Is there something going on there?"

Madison looked surprised, but responded, "Just that I like to fuck them, too. Derek has a unique gift. You'll find out."

Stacy rolled her eyes but didn't admonish her daughter, at least in public. I thought her reaction mild given the situation. I knew we were far from what most people called 'normal'. We were creating our own definition of the term.

Derek, Wendy, and Lisa were on the patio setting the picnic tables for dinner. They'd been waiting at the house, mainly for Madison to hear how the video session had gone and to find out whether her mother had flipped a nutty. Madison had texted them the night before when she realized her mother had read Crystal's instructional text about the adult videoing that afternoon. They were surprised -- even pleased but slightly confused -- to hear that Stacy had tried to replicate her video with me. They were further surprised that she'd shown up at the house and then adopted the relaxed mode of dress.

Of course, the teens also knew that Julie loved the environment at Ross's house, and she was kind of a 'mom' -- a stepmother to Lisa and Wendy. Derek never mentioned his home environment or parents; they were miles away in Kentucky.

Earlier, Stacy had stood with the teens and Derek as Madison told them about her afternoon when Dave had fucked the teen while being videoed. She blushed up a brilliant hue at how detailed her daughter got. The other teens, however, just took that in stride and didn't make a big deal of it. They even looked at Stacy with a greater sense of awe when Madison told how she'd duplicated the same moves in a separate video.

Ross had brought home from his investment firm a young man about my age that was one of the 'hot shot' investment managers with a growing track record for keeping his client's happy with investment advice. Paul Richards was a handsome man with Mediterranean heritage.

I realized that our house had also become the place where everyone came to fuck beautiful women. Thus, talking about various sexcapades at the house, like the teens were, seemed normal and nothing to get too excited about. Fortunately, everyone was of legal age.

Over dinner, Trish regaled us with some of the illicit goings-on at the hospital. Darlene had developed a crush on a new doctor, let it be known to the young man, and consequently the two of them were often sneaking off on a daily basis to fuck in some hidden corner of the sprawling hospital.

Carol talked about her editing of the wedding night video we'd shot with Jade and Carl (the bride and groom) and Ken and Savannah (the best man and matron of honor). Crystal and I had become full participants in a three-couple orgy before the others went away for a week's honeymoon together.

Carol talked about some of the scenes she was editing, but it was pretty obvious she was trying for shock value with Stacy. She was picking her vocabulary with words like cock, cunt, driving it in, and eating it raw and drippy; and a fuck wasn't just a fuck, it was a hot fuck, sensual fuck, or orgasmic fuck, and so on. Stacy listened to the stories with her mouth agape, but was totally enthralled by the arousing subject matter. Madison tried to act casual about it all.

Later, with Crystal at my side and when Madison was with her mother, I politely confronted Stacy. "Stacy, when you arrived at my office today, Crystal and I expected to be verbally lashed for somehow abusing your daughter or leading her into a sinful activity. Instead, you helped in the videos we made, and then wanted the same treatment; which was a delight, I might add."

Stacy blushed. "I know. I know. I tried, but my heart wasn't in it. I have a strange personality, I guess. When Madison told me about her relationship with you, how you'd taken her virginity, and how great her sex life had become with everyone in your circle of friends, I had to see for myself. I really didn't get angry. I got curious... and horny... and kind of jealous of my daughter. I haven't had much of a sex life for a long time.

"First, I guess I should thank you for being so kind to her when she gave you her cherry. I was never too worried about her giving that up. She was well past the age where I expected that to happen, so finding out that she did it, and that it went so well, was all on the plus side.

"Second, I confronted her until she told me about the parties here on the weekends. I worried until I learned that Wendy, Lisa, and Derek, who I knew, were also here for them. I was told that everyone pretty well fucks everyone else of the opposite sex."

I nodded to confirm her statement. I didn't get into the distinction about making love with her then.

"Well, I thought that Madison getting experienced with other men -- and women, as it turns out -- was pretty nice. She told me how everyone strives for orgasms when giving or receiving attention. I was in my late twenties before I started to have regular sex, and I could count the number of Big O's that I'd had on one hand. I think of orgasms as a spiritual encounter with some heavenly angel.

"I did worry about Madison's reputation at school, but she explained that her clique kept their mouths shut about what they were doing outside of class with you all.

"Lastly, I admit to being ripping mad when I heard that Madison had already participated in a porn video with you and her friends, and then that she'd vied to win the opportunity to do it again by herself with you.

"I gave my speech about ruining your life, creating an undesirable reputation about yourself, and falling into the hands of sex traffickers and men that want to exploit you and then toss you away.

"Madison told me that the situation wasn't at all like that. She talked about this house -- your father's she said. She told me about your work and Ross's work, and his new friendship with Kim Stanley. She's one of my role models, I should tell you. Then she told me about Crystal and Carol, their photography business, and more details about the parties and how people really care about each other. I admit to being dumbfounded."

Madison spoke up next to us, "I told about how nice to me you all were, and how you all had great jobs and professions. I raved about Crystal and her photography work. I haven't told anybody but I think that'd be such a cool job to have -- taking pictures and movies of people. I even told her about your 'private porn'.

Stacy looked embarrassed, "I didn't realize this afternoon that I was asking you to do something you normally get paid for. I was... I didn't think about what I'd heard from Maddy and how that related."

I asked, "Why did you do that?"

Stacy looked at me and tears came to her eyes. "I... needed that. I think of love and sex as pretty interlaced. I haven't been loved for a long time and I just needed that." She looked down at her hands in her lap and twisted them in embarrassment.

Crystal embraced Stacy. "Ahhh, Honey, just hang out with us. We'll love you, and it won't be about sex unless you want it to be."

"I want it to be. I've always been kind of horny all the time, but... well, there have been problems at home."

"Problems?"

"Yeah. My husband -- Madison's father -- left us for another woman. I make that sound like it's new news, but it's an old story that's been going on for ten years or more. I was late to the table to find out -- or rather a PI that I hired found out. I got that he traveled a lot, but most of those trips were for overnights to someone's apartment. He even has a child with her. Madison has a half-brother about ten years younger."

"Wow. No wonder you're feeling depressed. Just hang out with us, really. You can stay over -- both of you."

Tears started to roll down Stacy's cheek. "Thank you." Her voice squeaked slightly.

Madison cosseted her mother with some uplifting words and an arm around her. Crystal was there, too. It was a bonding moment for all of them. I delicately faded away to leave the women talking alone. I'd gotten that look from Crystal.

Paul Richards, Ross's guest, intercepted me and asked, "Is everything all right over there? The redhead is really attractive. Is she single?"

I smiled at him, "With some complications, but basically yes. She would probably relish a friend like you. She's the teen's mother, by the way."

"Yes, Ross told me all the interconnections between everybody here. In case you're wondering, I totally approve of the whole scene. I studied polyamory in high school and again in college. I find the whole concept fascinating and desirable."

I nodded, "Well, I guess that's what we've become -- a large polyamorous family. I'm glad you like the concept and don't just see this as..." I paused.

Paul filled in with a chuckle, "A large sex party where I can get my rocks off any time of day? Ross assures me that it is that, but so much more. It's the 'so much more' that I'm more interested in. I've already sewn my wild oats."

"You'll fit in well around here. The diverse ages don't bother you?"

Paul shook his head. "Relationships transcend the boundaries of age. Add in that sex is mostly mental and an act of completion and coupling with someone you love to some degree, and I guess you have this place. To tell the truth, I don't know how you guys do the 'private porn', but I can see it has developed some great friendships and intimacies."

I said, "I see that Crystal has gotten the other girls some wine. Why don't you join them and introduce yourself to Stacy -- the redhead. Feel free to flirt and follow through all you want. She did get an invitation to stay over, and I'll extend that to you. Make her feel good."

Paul and I bumped fists, and he headed over to Stacy.

About nine-thirty, I got a sext from Kim Stanley. It was a simple statement: 'I miss all of you. Think of me often. I'm in Seattle.' The picture was a selfie taken looking into her hotel room floor-to-ceiling mirror. She was spectacularly naked and had her body posed erotically and sensuously with one arm held up over her head. She was blowing a kiss at the camera. I sighed. I did love Kim. I noted that Crystal, Trish, and Ross were also copied on the sext. Kim was being inclusive.

Just after I got the text, Ross dimmed the patio lights, and various couples and groups formed for a little romance. Penny Rogers, one of Ross's next-door neighbors, had come over with her husband Doug. Penny and I had flirted heavily before, but not connected at the last well-attended party. We drifted right into each other and picked up where we left off.

We picked a chaise alongside the pool, and removed the rest of our clothes: my athletic shorts that doubled as a bathing suit, and her bikini bottoms.

Penny was a sleek, long-hair dark brunette that reminded me of Darcia Lee, the porn star. She was tall and thin, and also wore glasses that gave her a studious appearance. She was also a nymphomaniac, like the rest of the people at the party.

We came together in what turned out to be an interesting mixture of gasoline and a lit match. Without much preamble, I was suddenly buried inside her well-lubricated pussy. We were facing each other and making out like crazy.

I told her, "I want to eat you."

She grinned, "And I want to suck on your big cock. How about we sixty-nine?"

We pulled apart, and showing no hesitation to taste her own juices, Penny engulfed most of me in her mouth and started to try to suck my insides out via my urethra. I wondered whether granite was as hard as my cock.

My first taste of Penny's pretty pouty pussy put me at peace. She was a mix of interesting body tastes, but the word 'umami' came to mind. She was savory and even had a slight meaty taste to her sexual juices. She was also gushing. The more I lapped up and sucked in, it seemed the more she generated. I was plucking her strings in the right way.

We soon merged our bodies again, and made judicious use of time to extend our fuck. We were both cranked up sexually -- horny! We were each other's temporary way to sate our sexual desires. Even when we were through, I figured we still needed additional samplings to tamp down the randy feelings for the rest of the night -- maybe.

Penny and I went in the pool after our elaborate finish that involved two nearly simultaneous mind-blowing orgasms -- mine and hers. We floated around and kissed and then got out of the water and rinsed off the chlorine.

I showed Penny where the pool bar was so she could get water or other beverages whenever she wanted. Despite the other drinks there, she went for the chilled H2O. We sat on the tall bar stools.

Only then, I think, did Penny and I survey the patio. We'd been aware that the others were around us making love or fucking their brains out or both. I hadn't paid special attention as to who was with whom. As I looked, I realized the prevalence of F-F-M threesomes that had formed. Being alone with Penny had been more the exception than the rule that night. We needed more guys.

Ross was fucking Carol, and she had Lisa grinding her teenage cunt on her mouth. Lisa looked in ecstasy from what was happening to her pussy. Carol's lower body was obviously spasming from what Ross was doing to her. Ross and Lisa were often kissing, and he was holding one of her generous breasts in one hand.

Doug, Penny's husband, had two teens -- Wendy and Madison -- to care for. I figured that he'd blasted his load into Madison, because Wendy was eating her like it was her last meal as he held her in his arms and fondled her great tits.

Next to them, Derek was alternately fucking Crystal and Trish. As near as I could tell, he'd fuck one of them until either she or he had an orgasm, and then change partners. He had that knack of just continuing to fuck after ejaculating, even getting to a state of just being totally dry. He was the Energizer Bunny of sex, and he was only twenty-one. I wondered if there were any more like him.

Lastly, of that night's group, Paul -- the new man that Ross brought for dinner from his office -- still had his cock embedded in Stacy -- Madison's mother. She was having 'home' problems, but those didn't show directly at that moment as she had her legs wrapped around his body.

Penny whispered to me, "This is all just so fuckin' hot. I love all the sex you guys have. Thank you for letting us play with you."

"Thank you? We should thank you for coming over and revealing your viewpoints on all this." I gave her a kiss and tightly pulled her body to mine to show desire to be with her. "You're a spectacular lover."

"Doug doesn't always think so."

"He has to put up with the entirety of you. I get the horny sexual you, and that's what you get of me. Crystal and I have our moments when she's royally pissed at me for some reason, or I am with her. Most of the time those reasons have nothing to do with anything sexual, but the attitude carries over into that part of our lives."

Penny patted my hand encasing one of her breasts. "Thank you for reminding me of that connection. I forget sometimes, and think that I'm not attractive or I've done something sexually bad. I guess he could have a bad day at work and end up feeling the same about everybody."

Penny and I sat at the bar and drank our water. Eventually, Paul and Stacy joined us. She looked relieved to find me there. The two of them also got water. Penny and Paul quickly got in a conversation, so Stacy came over closer to me. She was nude, of course, as was I.

Stacy asked, "This is what Madison told me happens all the time." She pointed where Derek was again fucking Crystal. "Doesn't that bother you?"

The word 'compersion' flashed through my mind. "What? The fact that she's about to have another orgasm given to her by a younger man? The fact that she likes sex, even with other men?"

Stacy nodded, "All those."

"Stacy, the concept of sexual exclusivity is nice but not necessary to have a relationship with another person. We decided to set that aside. Look around. Do you see anybody unhappy with what's going on? Everyone wants more, more, more. Don't you?"

Stacy thought for a moment. "Yes, I guess I do. You turned me on to a peak I didn't even know about this afternoon."

"Then stay with me and we'll do it again without the cameras. I liked being with you earlier. I could tell that Paul thought you were special, too. We all do."

"He told me that. I feel very loving towards him, too... and you. I think that I'm falling in love with the men that make love to me, not that I've had any but my soon-to-be ex-husband. I understand now that he just fucked me; he wasn't making love to me."

"I also fall in love with the women that I make love with." I paused and had a further thought. "You're apt to feel down on yourself for having sex with two new men you've just met, especially tomorrow. Don't beat yourself up. This is more natural than the denial you'll think you should have invoked. We all love you and want the best for you. To us, this -- the sex and making love -- is the best."

"You don't think that I'm just another slut?"

I laughed. "There are two ways to answer that question. One is 'Yes, and you're MY slut', and the other is just 'No'. Of course, in your question you suggested that there are other sluts around here, but no one else thinks that, but apparently you." I was laughing at her to defuse my jibe.

"Oh, no. I was just thinking of me and possibly Maddy. Maybe I'm spreading the blame, especially to my daughter. I don't want her to get a reputation as a slut."

"Good goal. You may want to compartmentalize you and your daughter's lives and the standards by which they're judged. Here, in this group and the others that often join us, nobody would think that. In her school, knowing her viewpoint, her actions, and what's gone on might earn her that reputation. Two different environments, and two different standards of behavior by which to make judgments. Don't get crossways to them. We don't like to make judgments here, at least about anybody's sexual behavior."