Adult Situations Ch. 27-28

The threesome went into the pool a few minutes later, finally getting the swim that they'd set out to have about an hour earlier. Josh knew how to make it last, especially when he had two women to service.

I got back together with Carol, just the two of us. Ross had disappeared. We made love and I congratulated her on finding another player for our group.

Carol grinned and said, "I'm not through."

Soon after, I filled her little pussy with my load, and then the two of us joined the others in the pool.

Chapter 28 -- A Second Candidate

I sat on one of the new bar stools at the patio bar. Deborah was in my lap, naked, or course, with my cock deeply embedded in her boiling hot snatch and her large breasts shaking as we moved. We were each making small moves together, but not the big sweeping moves some of the others at our sex party were making with their partners in other chairs or on the chaises.

Only three feet away, Allison sat in another of the bar stools. Josh, her brother-in-law, stood in front of her holding a breast in one hand and steadying her with the other, as he rhythmically sawed his cock into his sister-in-law's furry pussy. He verbally teased her about being his favorite porn star. She was eating it up. He'd spent about fifteen minutes eating her pussy as she sat on that stool before they started to fuck. I liked that Allison was routinely fucking not only her husband, but also his handsome and very successful younger brother.

On my other side, also sitting naked in a bar stool was Kim Stanley, the notorious venture capitalist who'd been right more than wrong, and made a mint in the process.

Kim had Steve Wallace in front of her with his mouth almost cemented to her genitals, as he lapped up every drop of female juice that she produced. The more he lapped, the more she produced, and the more he lapped. His performance was also unique, because about five minutes earlier he'd dumped a big load of his semen deep inside the older woman. She loved it, and then urged him into the gross act of eating her out post-intercourse.

Behind me on a patio recliner, my fiancée was being pummeled by Carl Dewherst. Like many of the others at the sex party, Carl and his relatively new wife Jade, had been clients of Crystal Blue Photography. Months prior, we'd photographed and videoed their wedding, and then captured the sexual consummation of their wedding day that involved the best man and matron of honor, as well as Crystal and me.

Ken and Savannah, the best man and matron I just spoke of, were also at our usual weekend party, but they weren't with their partners. I saw Jade -- Carl's bride -- with Ross -- my father. He loved new pussy. Ken had Trish spread open at the end of a picnic table as he pumped cock into her. Savannah was with William, Allison's husband and the biggest fan of her new career in pornography as a Class A-One Cougar.

Darlene and Mitch, Deb's husband, had just finished their first-round fuck and gone into the pool to rinse off their exertions. I liked that they continued to make-out, even after their coupling. Deb was the same way.

Crystal and Trish's parents -- Brian and Beth -- had flown down for the weekend with us. Brian was with Molly -- also a private porn customer of Crystal Blue Photography that I'd fucked in our first foray into that field of customer service. Molly was also becoming a porn star; she'd agreed to post some of her videos on the Internet, and so Crystal was marketing them through her new distribution channels.

Jake, Molly's occasionally-cuckold husband, had watched the pair fuck, and then started up with Beth as Molly and Brian watched them. Next to them, Greg, Darlene's husband, was buried deep in Carol, only they'd stopped moving together, trying to prolong their coupling as they whispered together.

Paul Richard, the rugged man that worked with Ross, had Julie Wallace riding him like a horse in the Kentucky Derby. Fortunately, she didn't have a whip. He seemed up for the challenge of winning whatever race they were in as he added equal effort to their lovemaking. Julie seemed as enthusiastic as ever, plus she'd made me promise earlier to be one of her consorts that evening.

Julie also had some competition from her daughters -- Wendy and Lisa, and their friend Madison. They were together with Derek and a new young man named Harley, who was also a savvy graduating senior in Lisa's class. As you'd expect from an eighteen-year-old, Madison had assured me that Harley had amazing recuperative abilities.

Our neighbors Penny and Doug, were in the mix of naked and horny people, too. I'd seen him making love with Stacy Landry -- Madison's mother. The teen had told me her mother was going to change her name as soon as her divorce was finalized back to her maiden name -- Winthrop. In the meanwhile, she'd become a devotee to our parties, group sex, and seemed out for subtle revenge on her soon to be ex-husband for ditching her in a most unsavory manner.

Stacy had been slightly pudgy when I first met her. Ross and my interest and support to her encouraged her divorce action, and also a renovation of her body. "I want to be ripe for continuous fucking," she declared.

She went on a Keto Diet, lost thirty pounds, and started to religiously go to a gym and to jog. The revised body was even more attractive, and she had the sex drive to go with it, much to her own amazement.

I asked her, "You are enjoying sex now in great quantities with many men and women. Isn't that what pissed you off about your husband?"

Stacy thought a few seconds before answering, "You know, if Myron had wanted to bring his bimbo into our mix to spice up our marriage, and it was all done in the open, I probably would have done something. If your parties came up, I would have brought him, and we'd have been players like the other couples. Instead, he hid what he did, and he violated my trust. He was genuinely unfaithful, and I can't forgive that."

I knew that some Prince Charming would discover Stacy in the near future and carry her away to his castle. She was a catch. I hoped that she'd continue to participate in our gatherings. I liked her and loved being with her. Madison and Stacy loved to play the mother-daughter card with me, too -- teaming up on me at the same time.

At the time we had that conversation, an evening at Ross's home, I just happen to slide my cock back into Stacy's buttery cunt for a second round. I recall making deep, driving thrusts into her juicy slit as I told her what a great woman that she was to have found her sexuality and been willing to share it with me and the others. That just turned her on more, and I don't know that I'd ever had a more responsive partner.

There were others around the patio that I'm not enumerating. My focus came back to Deb. She'd slid down in the bar chair, and gotten her legs onto each of my shoulders. She was flooding the area where I was pumping my cock with her great juices. Their aroma filled the area around us, and turned me on more than I already was.

"Fuck me, Davey. I love having your cock in my wet little cunt. Don't we feel good together. I love you; you know."

"I do know, and I love you."

We kissed, and then I got that feeling where I knew that all my instincts and all my internal plumbing were switching over to... FUCK... I was going to cum with a gigantic load in the hot MILF.

I started nutting my crazy hot friend -- another flight attendant that had worked often with Crystal up until my fiancée quit to start her own business and be home with us more often. My load spurted deep into the sexy blonde as I made serious thrusts to be sure I was splashing my stuff up against her ripe cervix.

I'd barely stopped and we'd paused in our kissing, when a hand extracted my wilting flower from inside of Deb's cum soaked depths. I didn't look right away; I thought I'd try to guess my benefactor. I even closed my eyes so I wouldn't get any clues. My whole dick went into that mouth, got sucked clean, and then the female head turned to catch the first splooge of my semen that started to leak from my partner of the moment.

Wendy's sweet teenage mouth locked onto the cougar's cunt, and she started to suck up the gooey jizz. At one point, Wendy just pulled away, "So, good. So, good." She went right back to work, this time adding in fingers to help pry the goo I'd left inside Deb to the outside. Deb was loving this attention, too.

My attention had been diverted, but came back to the woman beside me as Kim came and started to kiss me. She informed me, "I'm next, Lover." I was kind of glad that Julie would have to wait another round; perhaps her enthusiasm for a rapid fuck would wear off.

Deb and Wendy kissed and snowballed the last of my load, at least what could be recovered easily. The two then held hands and walked off towards the pool steps. Wendy had somebody's cum running down one of her legs -- Harley's, I believe.

I kissed Kim and asked, "Here again or someplace else?" I nodded at the tall bar stool she'd just vacated.

Kim pushed her hot middle age breasts against me. "A bed would be nice. Could we go inside for some comfort. It is kind of warm out here."

I nodded and led Kim into the air-conditioned house. We didn't make it past the living room. Our 'bed' became one of the long white sofas in the living room in front of the faux fireplace. We sat and talked for a little, then started to make out, and then became engaged in a full-blown fuck.

Kim was living at the house a lot of the time. She had a luxurious condo downtown somewhere. I knew the building but had never been inside. The unit prices were in the stratosphere, but I also knew that she had the money. When Kim got a hot deal going, she'd disappear to either her condo or an office full of her employees downtown or to the company she was buying or buying into. Her staff did all the scouting and due diligence work for her.

I learned from Kim that she'd moved into the realm where most of her travel was by private chartered jet. She had a 'membership' of some kind where she just called up and told them when and where she wanted to go, and the 'club' would have a jet at the nearest main airport ready to take her anywhere else

in minutes.

After I was firmly seated inside Kim, we slowly moved together as we kissed and pledged our love to each other.

"A HA! CAUGHT YOU!" My fiancée's voice filled the living room.

I looked over at her and calmly asked. "You want to join us?" I knew she was just horsing around. Crystal giggled.

"Yes, but only for clean-up after you're through. I'll be back. I have to get something for Madison -- a butt plug, to be precise. She's decided to lose her anal virginity. I think you might be the guy, but not tonight. She needs to get in shape, so to speak."

I chuckled, "I'll plan on it. Tell her I don't have a lot of experience in that realm. I won't be rough, but I don't bring anything 'fancy' to the table."

Crystal waved over her shoulder as she continued through the room to our quarters. Kim and I went back to our lovemaking.

Kim said, "You know it's time to end the engagement and get married. Ross and Trish, too. Don't drag this out."

I chuckled, "I still like having sex with my fiancée. I'm told if we get married all that will stop."

"Oh, pooh. That's not right and you know it. You both have to work to keep the spark in it. Given that you both like outside adventures, such as what we're doing, I doubt that'll be a problem for you two. Besides, you can always switch with Ross and enjoy Trish, and then you have Carol in your bed every night, too. You should do something for her, too."

I thought about that, but not enough to divert me from plundering Kim's hot body again. She had the best feeling pussy right at that moment. Her interior muscles were pulsing around my cock and driving me crazy. We kissed some more and shared orgasms with each other. I'd just started to eat out Kim, when Crystal reappeared. She diverted on her way back to the patio to come and join me for my 'snack'.

After a swim and an hour break, Julie did get her lovemaking from me. Stepdaughter Lisa also joined us. Julie liked the scandal that she engaged in sex with her stepkids. Of course, in our circle of friends that wasn't considered scandalous since everyone was an adult and no one was being coerced to do something they didn't want to do. Further, we knew that Lisa initiated the sex more than Julie did.

After most of the sleepovers had departed the house the next morning, I talked to Ross about wedding plans. He hadn't put any more effort into the subject than I had. I told him about Kim's comment and he agreed with her. We did agree that a double wedding of father-son with the sisters would be a great idea. He also thought we should have a blow-out orgy after the ceremony. We laughed and then went to talk to our fiancées.

Crystal and Trish were both home that Sunday, plus their parents were staying with us one more day. Beth had said something about wanting to fuck the daylights out of both her future sons-in-law. Ross and I were agreeable.

We ended up with the six of us sitting around the outdoor picnic table. Kim was in the pool doing two-hundred laps. She had Brian keeping score for her so that she could just concentrate on the swimming and zoning out. She was naked, and that held Brian's attention to his task. She also promised him some nookie after she was through.

The first topic that came up was the date for the event. I pointed out that the size, scope, number of guests, meal plans, and degree of opulence should be determined first. I pointed out that the six of us could go to the courthouse the next day, get a license, and then have a justice of the peace marry each couple. No muss, no fuss, no bother.

Neither of the girls wanted a lavish wedding. "Let's keep it simple," Crystal said.

It got complex from there -- very, very complex.

We all put in names of people we thought should be invited. We had 164 names when we stopped: friends, relatives, and business acquaintances that rated that level of respect and we were still thinking of names. We decided we wanted to do a sit-down dinner late in the day... with hors d'oeuvres... with an open bar... with servers and caterers... with photographers and videographers and streaming video... with nice flower arrangements everywhere... with live music... at the house.

I was taking notes and held up the list as I'd made it thus far. Everyone gawked at the level of detail, and I hadn't put much effort into it. "We have a lot to do, ladies and gentlemen."

Carol slid onto the bench seat with me and I wrapped my arm around her, being sure that I could cup one of her breasts with that hand. I got a kiss. She said, "How can I help?"

I teased, "Know anything about planning a large wedding?"

Carol frowned slightly, "A little. I helped one of my friends in college with her wedding. You guys are finally going to do it? Yeah. I can help with some of this."

I showed her my checklist. She scanned down the list. Carol said, "Here's my take: the caterers are probably the gating factor. Get a date from them. Most bands don't book that far out except for steady gigs. We know that you can get a photographer lined up in less than three months, and flower shops don't need even that much notice unless you have a really unusual order. Dresses you can get quickly, even used. These days you can always find a minister that needs to earn a few hundred; no problem there. Guests like about three months' notice for a big do, so I think that's probably going to be your window -- three months or more."

Crystal said, "I liked the caterer that Jade and Carl used."

Ross was obviously feeling randy. "We want the waitresses in hot little black outfits with CFM shoes, and the waiters dressed like Chippendales to tease the women. They should all be willing to play."

Instead of rolling their eyes like I thought they would, both Beth and Trish nodded and said, "Oh, good idea. We can have 'sex' as the subtheme to the two unions."

I reminded them, "Ross wants a post-ceremony orgy, and for that matter, so do I."

Carol grinned, "Leave it to me. Give me next week, and I'll have a lot of it arranged. By the way, you often need to make down payments for some of this stuff up front, say as you reserve the date. I know the caterers will want that, and probably the band."

Brian made a weak motion at her, "Just tell me the address and how much. I'll take care of it. I've been saving for years for these two weddings. So long as things don't go over a thousand dollars all-together, we'll be fine."

There was a long silence and everyone looked at his serious façade. Then he broke up laughing. He said with emphasis, "Just send me the bill."

Crystal leaned over and kissed his cheek. She also reached under his towel and jerked his cock a few times. Meanwhile, Kim completed another lap, and he made a hash mark on the pad he was keeping score on.

We kicked around the orgy idea, but couldn't figure out a way to separate the guests that would participate from those than wouldn't... or that we didn't even want to have them know about our lifestyle.

Carol said, "You almost need two weddings: one with orgy, and one without. You know, maybe you do the wedding in the late morning with a catered lunch for the people that don't play nice with other children. They leave. There's a break, and then a more informal dinner with the orgy crowd."

We all looked at Carol with admiration; the kind of reverence reserved for oracles and gurus sitting atop mountain tops hoarding all the wisdom.

I simply said, "Make it happen that way. Good."

Carol looked enthused with her new assignment on our behalf.

We then sat and split up the guest list in our A-list and our B-list. The B-list were the people that were not sexually oriented, or that we didn't want to have suspect our alternative lifestyle that was sexually based. We also trimmed off a few names.

In the end we had about 37 A-listers, plus anybody they wanted to bring that was 'like-minded', and 90 B-listers, plus any of their guests that we didn't account for in making the list. I said, "Put the word out to the A-list and let's see who wants to bring guests."

Carol came back to us on Thursday evening with a sly grin. "I got an update from our A-listers on guests for the evening party and checked over our earlier work. The numbers breakdown this way: 37 of us have been at our sex party events before. That includes the regulars and semi-regulars from Crystal Blue Photography. Of that group, a few will be each other's dates, but there will be about 11 new faces for the wedding orgy. I encouraged that, so we have some new blood in our midst for our celebration." She grinned mischievously at us.

I said, "So, that means we'll have an orgy with 48 people at it?" I realized how enthused I sounded after I stopped talking.

Carol nodded, "Unless there are some 'no-shows' or a surprise in the other direction, yes." I also scrubbed through the other 90 names, and given some of the distances involved, I'm betting that at least 15 of those won't come to the wedding."

"So, there'll be 75 actually showing up for the lunch?"

Carol corrected me, "Plus, those of the 48 that attend the service, but then wait to be part of the dinner and evening group. By the way, the excuse you give for breaking the event into two groups is that this house can only service 75 people for a sit-down meal. I talked to a couple of caterers including the one you liked. I'll have more on that soon."

Just then the doorbell rang. Carol sprang up, and said in an eager tone, "I'll get it. It's a new person for you to meet." She was gone towards the door before we could ask further questions.