Adult Situations Ch. 29-30

We actually sat down to eat for only a very short time. The main meal I actually ate happened to be the wedding cake of which I managed to snitch three large pieces with extra icing. I was expecting to be on a sugar high the rest of the year.

A few people somehow knew that there was a second reception later in the day that would cover dinner and some dancing -- at least that was the official story for public consumption. One couple had asked whether they could go the evening event. Carol deftly handled telling them they couldn't, and made it stick. "I'm sorry, but 'No'," settled that firmly. She didn't even feel compelled to offer an explanation.

The midday crowd thinned out after lunch. A few knots of conversation lasted until almost three, but then they departed as well. The caterers took a break. We had told them that if they wanted to swim that they could. One waitress and one waiter had brought swim suits and took a dip. Others sat around chatting. We had a firm no smoking rule on the property.

Ross, Trish, Crystal, and I disappeared and went into the master bedroom together. After some careful disrobing of the brides, the two new couples consummated their new marriages together.

Of course, this was a little more intense and romantic than ever before. We all took the commitment to love each other seriously. Crystal told me, "You're the best lover that I've ever had, and I know many of the other women you've been with think that."

I said, "I can safely say the same thing about you. I love you."

Ross and I switched partners. I had words of love for my new sister-in-law, too. She reacted by using her legs to help me pound my cock deep into her youthful body. Right beside us, Ross had Crystal riding his cock at a rapid rate, as he tried to fondle her perfect breasts.

We switched back to our 'wives' -- I realized I was using that term for the first time. I had a wife! Our orgasms arrived one at a time, and then the two newly married sisters played with our cum after they sixty-nined to suck up most of it.

The cocktails for the evening party started at six o'clock for a seven o'clock dinner service. There were about fifty of us, and we were seated either under the patio overhang or under the sunbrella Ross had installed for the event. Everyone was in the shade., and it was sunny.

Our guests had dressed to the nines, just as they had for the more formal service earlier in the day. We were all back in tuxedos and wedding dresses, too. There were one or two evening gowns, many slinky cocktail dresses, and only a few in casual clothes more befitting of a Saturday backyard party. We'd also suggested informally that the evening crowd bring some casual clothes to change into after the late reception.

The hors d'oeuvres and drinks circulated, plus there were the open bars. This time the waiters from the catering service were bare chested, and only wearing small white cuffs and collars, along with black speedos and their black shoes. They were all buff and bulging. The four men certainly made the girls' mouths drool.

The waitresses and servers were also sexy. Each wore a short skirt with a hemline at pussy level. They had black silk stockings on that showed the lace on the thigh, and then a couple of inches of enticing skin. Five of the six wore no undies, and made a point to bend over frequently. The tops to those outfits were short-sleeve black gauze tops that fully revealed their breasts to everyone. Each young woman also wore CFM shoes, and seemed to be expert as strutting around so that her ass shook invitingly.

I accepted a glass of wine and napkin from one pretty brunette waitress. She smiled at me and said, "Oh, you're the groom. You get special treatment." On that note, she pushed her groin into my body and laid a kiss on me that went on for an extraordinary amount of time. She was delightful and soulful.

"Thank you," I told her as we parted. I was smiling.

She said, "I'm around later. I hope we can do more than that. I'm Tara."

Crystal came over after watching that little show. "She's cute. You can have her later, you know."

"I have my limitations. There'll be far more women at the evening event than I can handle, plus I don't want you to go unfulfilled by your new husband."

She laughed, "Everyone is going to want to fuck the new bride ... and as a woman probably the groom. Did you take your cocktail of pills? You should, you know."

"I'll go do that right now. I kind of forgot given all the other stuff going on." I did head into the kitchen and found my stash of vitamins, supplements, and prescription drugs. I took the maximum doses of everything and hoped there wouldn't be any adverse reactions between the extra high doses. I also had another piece of wedding cake.

I recalled when Viagra first came out and was advertised on the Superbowl. Because it was a prescription drug, the announcer for the advertisement had to state the various drug warnings, and one line was 'If erections persist for more than four hours, you should see your doctor.' That one line resulted in millions of calls to doctors asking for the drug the next day -- they were swamped. An erection lasting more than four hours, even for a healthy guy without ED, was a dream come true. I had even stronger stuff in my drug cocktail. I might last all month.

The evening group was more vibrant, alert, alive, and animated than the earlier group. The noise level was higher, and laughter more prevalent. People were more affectionate, too. I had a feeling that the impending sexual intimacy had a great deal to do with that.

I met a number of new people that were guests of some of our 'usual' members. We'd insisted that anybody coming to the evening event be fully aware of the sex, including the swapping around, the number of partners, the public nature for much of it, and the never-ending opportunities.

I used the Notes app on my iPhone to make a list of the new people so I wouldn't forget to touch base with them later. I had not met any of them before that day except for two neighbors.

Tom Dayton (friend of Deb)

Adam and Jill Timms (another find by Carol)

Daryl Wills (friend of Jackie via CBP)

Roy Marton (friend of Maitland via CBP)

Aaron First (friend of Sheri via CBP)

Winston Carlberg (friend of Kim)

Murph? (friend of Madison; legal)

Sean? (friend of Stacy)

Elynn Ghent (friend of Paul; she works with Ross)

Morgan Hunter (friend of Josh & Allison)

Dale and Patricity Short (neighbors!)

We had fourteen people that had never been with us before, including the neighbors that lived across the street from Ross and the rest of us living in the big house. I hadn't counted any of the catering staff, and wondered whether they intended to be players in any of what went on. The young waitress, Tara, with the great breasts that served me earlier, was sure attractive and seemed to indicate that she wanted to find me to play some sexual game.

Thus, about a third of our group was new. What could go wrong? I laughed at my rhetorical question. Everything could go wrong. We could become the pariahs of the neighborhood and maybe the city. I could see the headlines now:

Porno King and Queen in Local Orgy

Orgy on Bird Key At Wedding Reception

I guessed I'd just hold my breath and see what happened. There was always death by wedding cake.

Dinner was outstanding. There was a choice of meals. I had the mini-Beef Wellingtons, with each plate prepared similar to a Chateaubriand with miniature potatoes and sautéed vegetables. We'd also arranged for various wine to go with the choice of meat, poultry, fish, or vegan meals.

The four of us in the wedding party got roasted by some of our guests. Unlike the 'polite' speeches given at lunch, the evening fare jested about various 'sensitive' and often sexual topics: Ross's age vis-à-vis Trish and the rest of us, my penchant for teenage girls (with titters from the girls who were all in attendance and indirectly got roasted), Crystal's prolific sex drive and her history of bedding men in every American and some foreign cities, and on and on.

People had tears streaming down their checks as our two best men and two matrons of honor traded the platform for the roast back and forth between them. They showed no mercy. At the end, Steve, Carol, Darlene, and Paul all took a bow.

Carol said, "The evening will now shift gears into more adult activities. There will be dancing here on the patio and the pool and spa are now open, but remember the rules -- no clothes. Thank you."

She was a little vague about whether the 'No Clothes' rule applied to the dancing, the pool and spa, or everything about to go on. In fifteen or twenty minutes, it didn't matter.

Carol dimmed the lights in the whole area, leaving on the little white LED holiday lights that were more romantic and even somewhat secretive, but they really gave off little light. Almost immediately, there was a mass migration of people as most of the group moved to find their first-round partners. It seemed there was an implicit rule not to be with the person that you arrived with.

I was happy to see that some of the catering crew were also in the mix of people removing their clothing and carefully placing their duds where they could retrieve it later. I knew this because the pretty waitress that had teased me earlier tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hi. Remember me? I'm Tara -- Tara Green. I thought we had good chemistry when we talked earlier, and I'm hopeful that you'll take that to a new level with me."

"Errr, Tara, I don't know how much you know about our party tonight, but this is going to become very sexual and very much an orgy in a matter of minutes."

Tara broke into a broad grin, "Oh, I know. Carol told us about it and we're all on board with what happens."

"Huh? How'd that work?" I asked.

"Well, Carol and Crystal hired the catering firm, but said that they wanted to have some of their own friends be part of the servers. We got trained on what to do; it wasn't rocket science. Carol's selection criteria for all of us involved a willingness to engage in somewhat anonymous sex since we know almost no one here."

I speculated, "And you knew Carol ahead of time?" I did note that Tara and the other staff were all about the same age.

Tara laughed. "We were two very broke college roommates for two years, so yeah. She's been meaning to have me and some of the others over to meet you all, but time got away from us."

Just then Carol came and grabbed my arm. She was delightfully naked and gaily bouncing around spreading good will. I guessed that her behavior was partly to get the ball rolling with the others at the party. "Dave, I'm glad you met Tara. She's wonderful and will be in our lives more after this. Be with her, and treat her well. I love her." I got a kiss, and then before I could respond, she kissed Tara and moved on.

Tara said with a laugh, "So, is the hired help allowed to fuck the new groom?" Her tone softened, "I'd really like to be with you. Carol is so in love with you, I can't begin to tell you how much her emotions and feelings about you have rubbed off on me. I feel I know you already, and that we have a relationship."

I helped Tara remove the gossamer top to her sexy uniform, and then she unhitched the skirt and let it drop down her sexy legs clad in black thigh-high stockings. She was one of the group that had gone commando. She looked at me, "Stockings on or off?"

"Off, please. I like to maximize the feeling of skin. The stockings are beautiful to look at but when your pretty legs are wrapped around me, I'll want to feel your skin." I gave her a lewd grin and she laughed.

Tara sat on one of the high bar stools, spread her sexy legs slightly, and held one out to me. I peeled the first stocking down her leg, but also was captivated by her nakedness and the pretty pussy winking at me invitingly.

When I was through, I had my head buried in Tara's sexy muff. She had a luscious taste and aroma that was intoxicating. How had this gem of a young woman avoided getting tied down and locked up in a chastity belt?

As I started to drive my tongue deep into her slit and lap up the fluids that I found there, Tara threw herself back in the chair and moaned loudly. Hers was not the only sound of appreciation on the patio. Other were naked or nearly so, and oral sex seemed to be the order of the hour. As the saying goes, 'Elvis has left the arena.' The sex games had started.

Tara gently held my head and subtly steered me around her cunt. "Eat me! God, you're good -- great even! No man has ever turned me on like this. Wow! Oh, fuck, you know just the right spot. Oh, God, your fingers are right on my G-spot ... I'm CUMMING!" That last word echoed loudly around the patio and even the neighborhood. There was no doubt about what was happening. Fifteen minutes well spent, so far.

Tara's whole body shook and spasmed as she came. She held my head tightly to her snatch and her legs squeezed me. I kept two of my curved fingers on her G-spot, and my tongue on her clit. As she came off her climax, I started to move again. Her body jerked, but she let me continue. Tara was making more sounds of ramping up to another cum.

Tara pleaded, "Please, your cock. Put your cock in me. Fuck me. Make love to me."

"Ah, the magic words -- 'Make love'. I will love you gladly. The fucking just kind of comes along with that."

I stood. I'd had a hard on ever since I unveiled Tara's body from her waitress uniform. She was still wearing the CFM shoes, by the way.

I led Tara to the only available chaise on the patio. It was one of the older ones, so was only for one person. I helped Tara sit, and then she lay back and spread her legs. I placed my body between her legs, rubbed my cock along her dripping slit, and then slowly slid into her body.

"OH, FUCK. CUMMING AGAIN." She announced to everyone in the city. Others were also calling out similar remarks. More people were fucking at that point.

Ross had bought ten more chaises for the patio several weeks earlier. Now, they were all full of people in various stages of lovemaking or fucking or both. The older ones were full, too, as well as the various chairs, the picnic table benches, the picnic tables themselves, and there were a few lovers scattered along the edge of the pool at the shallow end. Some others had gone into the house someplace.

Tara was a wonderful lover, and I told her so repeatedly as we coupled in various positions to excite each other. She knew more about me than I knew about her. Her source of information was Carol, who had been like a third member of our family since before Crystal and I got engaged.

At one point, I asked Tara if her main job was waitressing on catering jobs.

She laughed, "Oh, no. You'll laugh. I'm a relatively new flight attendant for the same airline that Crystal worked for. I probably am filling the slot that she vacated when she quit in some way."

I did laugh. "So, you're all over the map."

"Mostly during the week. Most of our flights are business passengers, even in and out of Florida. I like that mix, so I keep bidding on those routes, and I seem to get them. Anyway, with my travels, that's why I haven't been around much to socialize with your crew even though Carol keeps inviting me ... OH ... wow ... your cock just found a really nice spot to rub inside my tight little vaggie.

"Well, I've been looking all night for that spot that turns you on, and now that I've found it I think I'll keep rubbing it."

"Good, because that spot, and the way you rub your pubes on my clit are going to make me cum pretty soon. Like ... errr ... right ... oh ... NOW!"

This time I joined Tara and blasted my cum load into the sweet young woman's pussy. She felt every blast, and her body writhed and jerked as my shots fired deep inside her.

We hugged and kissed for a while with Tara on top of my body, her breasts smushed against my chest.

"I suggested that we trade places."

I got Tara on her back, and then went down on her. She protested that she was dripping my spunk, but I ignored her. I loved to amaze a new lover with my post-coital slimy-pussy-eating skills. I cleaned her up a little, and even snowballed with her. She was very happy about that -- devilish, even.

Tara said, "You set the bar at a new high for all the men I'll ever meet from now on."

"We just aim to please."

"No wonder Carol loves you so much ... and Crystal, and Trish, and ALL of the other women here."

I glanced around. "I haven't been with ALL of them."

Tara chuckled, "But the evening is still young. I'm sure you're up for the challenge. I know that I'm planning on finding another partner or two before I leave, and you should, too. Carol told me that's kind of normal for a party like this."

"It is. The patio bar seems to be the exchange point. Come take a swim with me, we'll rinse off the pool water and chlorine, and then I'll help you make a new hook-up."

We did just that. I was then pleased to introduce Tara to Mitch. He looked quite excited at the idea of fucking the pretty and much younger woman. They went off into the night.

I met Morgan Hunter next. She'd come to the party at the invitation of Josh Kirby -- Allison's brother-in-law. She and Josh were fuck buddies, and he thought she'd like to see what a full-blown suburban orgy was like.

Morgan said, "I admit it. I'm a nympho. I love to fuck. I love to suck cock. I love to get eaten. I love just about anything sexual, without getting into the BDSM stuff. So, here I am." She gave me a broad grin and held her arms up in a kind of 'Ta-Dah' stance.

Morgan was best described as a small, chunky blonde. While she had broad hips, she also had a double-D chest. She had a tat just above her pussy that said, 'Eat me', with some scrolls and twirls on either side of the ornate words. I guess some guys need instruction. I didn't.

I led Morgan to a recently abandoned chaise and we lay down together and started to make out. This night had promise written all over it.

List of Characters (Dramatis Personae)

Couples grouped together.

Dave Toller and Crystal Wolcott -- cyber security expert/Ross's son & flight attendant/runs Crystal Blue Photography (CBP).

Ross Toller & Trish Wolcott -- Investment manager/Dave's father & nurse/Crystal's older sister.

Greg Caldwell & Darlene Mentis -- Lawyer & nurse. She works w Trish.

Mitch & Deborah Singer -- Runs Silver's Gym & flight attendant.

Molly & Jake Walters -- private porn client of CBP & kinky husband.

Allison & William Kirby -- private porn client of CBP & husband.

Kit & Dax Morrison -- private porn clients of CBP.

Brian & Beth Wolcott -- Trish & Crystal's parents. Farm equipment sales & middle school teacher.

Carol Grainger -- video editor for CBP

Jackie Turner -- private porn client of CBP

Maitlin Westlake -- private porn client of CBP

Steve & Julie Wallace -- client of Crystal + HVAC bux. & runs modeling agency

Wendy Wallace -- Steve's daughter. College freshman.

Lisa Wallace -- Steve's daughter. High school senior.

Derek Frost -- Wendy's BF. College sophomore.

Jade & Carl Dewherst -- bride and groom

Ken Beck & Savannah Sorrell -- best man and matron of honor at Jade & Carol's wedding

Kim Stanley -- Julie Wallace's mother; Lisa and Wendy's grandmother; rich venture capitalist.

Madison Landry -- high school senior; friend of Lisa's.

Doug & Penny Rogers --neighbors next-door to Ross's house.

Stacy Landry -- Madison's mother

Paul Richards -- work colleague with Ross

Josh Kirby -- Internet trader. Bill Kirby's younger brother.