Adult Situations Ch. 33-34

Chapter 34 -- Location, Location, Location

I contacted an independent property appraiser the next morning and asked whether he could meet us at the house. He had a time slot available right after lunch. I quickly called Patricity and had her leave me the key under a flower pot, and then asked him to do his magic.

I met Jack from Honest Appraisals at the house at two p.m. We both went through the house. Jack took pictures and went through every nook and cranny of the house, dictating into his cell phone as we went room-by-room. He also used a laser device to get the size of every space in the house, as well as the total footprint. I liked the house more in the daytime than my first impression the evening before.

Like Ross's house, the home was two stories, and had a large patio and pool. A large wall of thick shrubbery separated the two homes and backyards to within a few yards of the seawall. The appraiser also checked over the dock and seawall.

Jack eventually finished and told me he still had some research about comparable homes to do at his office. He hoped to have his report finished in a day or two.

I stayed home the rest of the day, using my laptop to do some of my work. I asked Crystal and Carol to come home early so I could show them 'something'.

They both were home just before five p.m. I walked them next door as they shot questions about what I was doing, and why this house, and how come I had a key, and so on. I said little, but had them walk through the complete house. I explained a few of the features that weren't obvious, but didn't indicate much else.

As we came back to the entry area and living room, I asked, "So, what do you think of the house?"

Crystal took another look around, as did Carol. Carol spoke first, "I love it. I'd change a few things here and there, but overall it's great."

Crystal nodded, "I agree. I like it. I assume we're thinking of buying it?"

"We are. I like it, too. I had an appraiser look at it this afternoon, and he's going to work up a price for us. The family that owns it have aged, they live in Switzerland, and they don't want a second home out of their country now. Their kids aren't interested.

"Patricity knew them and stayed in touch. She had the key. She asked their permission to show it, and I took a peek last night, and then a longer look today. I agree it needs a few touches, but it's pretty up to date. The landscaping is atrocious, but easily fixed with some attention."

"What next?" Carol asked.

"We hear from the appraiser, see whether we and the bank have enough money, and then ask our Swiss neighbors whether they want to sell for something near to that number."

"When will we know?"

"He said a day or two. Not long."

Two days later, I had the jaw-dropping appraisal of US$2,244,000. I ran thought the assumptions so I understood the derivation and caveats."

I didn't have near that amount of money, but Crystal, Carol, and I talked to the bank and given our jobs and businesses, we could get a loan for two-thirds of that. We got a commitment from the bank, and then headed home.

Patricity came over and I explained that we wanted to make an offer on the home. Since Jack's appraisal price would have included a real estate commission, I took off five percent, and then another ten percent to cover some of the projects and renovations that we itemized for ourselves. Thus, I offered $1,907,400. I also said that I'd cover attorney fees up to ten grand for them.

Patricity sent me the email to them before she mailed it and I checked it over. She sent it later that night to the Swiss couple.

The next day at noon, Patricity called me at my office. "Congratulations. You own a new home."

After I got off the phone, I called Crystal and told her we (and the bank) were now the proud owners of the home next door to Ross and Trish. She told Carol. I could hear them cheering over the phone line. I then made a list of the steps we needed to close on the house and have a safe and secure home. I started another list of the 'To Do' projects we wanted to make the house more 'ours'.

At three o'clock, there was a knock on my office door. No one knocks; they just come in. I yelled out and Harley appeared looking cautious about coming into my two-room office. I waved him inside.

"Hi. I wanted to show you the app you asked me to build."

That reminded me of the technical assignment I gave Harley a few days earlier: build an iPhone app that would enable the user to draw a geometric shape or write a few words and have it stay displayed on the screen.

Harley explained, "I did a little more than you asked. With my app you can draw anything and also change the colors. So, someone could do art. I drew this landscape this afternoon." He thrust his phone into my hands, and on the screen was an artistic rendition of a beach with palm trees, some people walking, and a few boats along the shore.

I gawked. "You really did this all by yourself?"

"Oh, yes. If you hit the lower left of the screen it'll change and show you the source code." He paused and added, "I had a lot of fun doing this. I want another assignment from you to work on."

I did that and up popped about a thousand lines of Swift code -- the language Apple created for building iPhone apps. I scanned the code, and it was mostly tight and easy to figure out. Further, Harley had added statements here and there so someone reviewing the code would know what was supposed to be happening during execution.

I shook my head. "This is amazing. You did good, grasshopper. If you don't build on your ability to do this kind of stuff, you'll be missing a sure bet to make some money."

We chatted a bit and then I explained about 'White Hat Hacking'. Harley paid rapt attention and kept nodding that he got the concept.

I then issued the challenge. Harley, one of my clients is Knightsbridge Manufacturing. I know they have some vulnerabilities in their systems to outside hackers that could set the company back on its ass. They have not acted on advice that I've given them. Your assignment is to hack into their computer systems, leave a subtle message to prove you were there, BUT -- and it's a big but -- don't damage any of their systems or company data. Just back out and leave after you get in and leave your calling card."

"That's all I need to know?"

"Yes, the rest is up to you. You do need to tell me how you did the hack so either they or I can fix it. Their website is easy to find online. Oh yes, you should probably have a zippy name instead of your own. Various names have been used by various hackers like Shadow, Specter, Grave Digger, and so on. You pick one."

Harley thought and said, "Thank you for mentoring me. Let me see what I can do." He was laughing and already coming up with ideas. I liked the way his mind worked.

Harley left and I went back to work.

Two-days later, I had a real estate lawyer working on my taking over ownership of the Muller home. I say 'My', but the bank wanted Crystal and Carol to be co-owners with me; we were all on the hook, so to speak.

The fact that this was an international real estate deal complicated things a bit in terms of transfer, document signing, movement of funds, and so on. As a result, the Muller's also got an attorney and gave him power to execute the sale and collect the proceeds for them. Of course, the bank had their attorney, too.

Ultimately, it took three weeks to close on the home. During that time I arranged for insurance, landscaping, a more thorough home inspection, and got a general contractor ready to knock down a couple of walls and modify things here and there as soon as we were owners.

I also talked to the elderly Mullers, and we arranged for all their possessions to be packed and shipped to them. They wanted none of the furniture, only the stuff in various drawers and on shelves. I informed them that my wife and I AND 'our' future wife were going to own the house. They got a laugh out of that, and didn't seemed shocked in the least at our threesome. I guess minds are more broadly shaped in Europe.

We closed one morning at the bank with various checks being passed around, and lots of papers signed and a few of them notarized. Crystal, Carol, and I were there with all the lawyers.

That afternoon, a Wednesday, Kendall Construction dropped a dumpster off in the driveway and their work crew started demolishing a few walls here and there in the house. We'd covered all the furniture or moved it to rooms that could be sealed off from the construction dust.

After we owned the house, I took a new interest in all things 'house' to which I'd never paid attention: chipping paint, corroded door handles and hinges, mildew, weeds, wood chips, a dead branch, shrubbery that needed pruning, the pool and patio, and more. I learned that for every problem there was a specialist that could fix or maintain; it would only take money.

I had a new wife. I had a fiancée. I had a new house.

For the first time in my life I was really motivated to make more money. Crystal seemed to have already achieved that state of mind, but for me it was new because my prior needs for funds were more than adequately handled by what I made in my work. I wasn't rich, but I was okay.

As a result of that new mindset, I sat down and focused on how I could expand my business. I involved Crystal and Carol in my thinking and they gave me a dozen ideas to ponder.

Crystal, Carol, and I christened the new house on the first weekend we owned it. We went over and made love in the master bedroom, and then in the living room. We felt very comfortable there, despite all the construction going on.

We didn't plan on moving into the house until the construction was done. The builder, Ken Kendall, seemed to be running a tight ship and the work crew was on-site every morning at seven-thirty and diligently modifying the house to our specs.

We had a list of changes. The living room, dining room, and kitchen would become one large open-plan space instead of three separate rooms. The master bathroom would expand into the bedroom behind it, taking half that room to make an immense shower room that could simultaneously accommodate ten people. In that shower room, we'd also have a vinyl-covered ottoman that we could sit on, or fuck on. We had visions for how that would add to our party atmosphere.

The remainder of the bedroom we'd cut into for the shower space, would turn into an ensuite bathroom for the adjacent bedroom. This would have the effect of creating a second master suite, just without quite as elaborate a bathroom.

The kitchen did not have an island, but the new kitchen would. We could eat there as well as do food prep. We were also changing the floor tile throughout the house.

Each day, the three of us would go next door to see what had happened with the construction. We also got various decorating ideas. Our favorite TV channel became HGTV -- Home and Garden TV. Another new interest of mine turned out to be artwork. What 'art' did I want on those vast expanses of empty walls?

Carol asked me to hold off on buying any art because she had an idea she wanted to pursue. If Crystal and I didn't like it, she'd understand, but she wanted to try her idea out on us first. We agreed, and gave her that secrecy to follow her bliss.

While all this was going on, I was paying off my psychic debt to Patricity for informing us about the house's availability and then helping us convince the Muller's to sell to us.

My payments to Patricity involved copious amounts of cunnilingus and fucking. I told her I'd keep paying, but she had to let me know when she thought I was paid up -- not that I would stop, but I just wanted to know when my obligation was complete.

Dale, her husband, laughed and encouraged me to keep his wife busy. She was running an Internet business out of her home selling pre-owned dolls that were considered collector's items. Some went for several thousand dollars. Her house was filled with boxes and boxes of dolls. I'd noticed that they always parked their cars in their driveway. The reason was that their garage was full of dolls.

The first time when I was escorted to their bedroom one day to make a payment, the hallway and part of the bedroom were filled with boxes of dolls. Patricity assured me that she knew where every one of them was, what she paid for it, where she bought it, and who she expected would buy it.

This was not entirely one-sided. Crystal liked Dale, and would go and visit with him occasionally to help repay our debt a little faster. We'd laugh at the various thoughts we had about calculating the payments and amounts due. Some of those techniques involved estimating what male and female prostitutes would make for house calls.

As we did all this, Crystal Blue Photography and my consulting work flourished, the latter under the name Cyber Consulting Company or CCC, instead of just my name. I also put up an extensive website with articles I wrote about various aspects of security, dealing with different kinds of cyber-attacks, and other related phenomena. I wanted more business. I wasn't exactly sure how I'd cope with it, but I wanted it. I had two wives and a house to feed.

Thus, to help the 'cause', I again found myself naked and pumping my cock into young Lisa, as the eighteen-year-old reeled from orgasm to orgasm under my sexual talents.

We were in my bedroom in Ross's home, but the room looked different from normal. For one, there were two large light arrays -- LEDs, actually, shining on us from either side. A small 'hot' spotlight was also located towards our feet.

There was a boom mike on a long extension pole over the bed, with the pick-up pattern focused down where the two of us were rolling around and talking dirty to each other.

There were also three static cameras focused on us, and then Crystal and Carol each had a rather expensive hand-held camera with a telephoto lens. They were moving around the bed as Lisa and I fucked.

We were making another pornographic video. It was the first one we'd made since we got married, and given the preoccupation with the normal viewers of such adult material, Crystal had decided to use a teenager for the subject matter. I was peripheral to seeing Lisa and her reaction to the sex. I knew this, and often tried to hide behind her body so that all that was visible to the camera was my engorged cock penetrating her little cunt as I pumped into her body -- the disembodied man-meat delivering satisfaction.

We were trying something different for the first time, too. Lisa and I both had hidden ear pieces, not too unlike a hearing aid that older adults wear. The difference was that Crystal was wearing a mask over her lower face sort of like an oxygen mask that didn't interfere with her using the camera. When she wanted to communicate with either of us, she'd just speak in a low voice into the mask and we'd hear her instructions through the ear pieces.

We weren't getting a lot of 'commands' from her, but a few: "Hold that position. Jab into her harder. Open your legs wider, Lisa -- let him get in there. Don't even think of looking at the camera. Move to girl on top. Have some open-mouth kisses -- show your tongues. Move to missionary, but show that cock slowly sinking into her. Slap that pussy with your dick head. Finger her ass. Moan more. Lisa, some dirty talk, please."

Lisa and I didn't mind. We tried to make our actions appear spontaneous and carefully crafted to bring each of us pleasure.

After we'd been shooting for over two hours, Lisa and I were going at it hot and heavy. I signaled that I wanted to cum. We'd agreed that this would be a cream pie shot, so as I started my blast of what felt like gallons of my baby broth into Lisa, both Carol and Crystal's cameras were focused on my cock pulsing into the little teenage twat. She was screaming like this was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Maybe it was. I'd had that reaction from her before without all the video paraphernalia and camera people around.

Even though the cameras kept rolling, Carol had the turkey baster full of additional cum to apply to Lisa's vagina. The insertion and injection took five seconds; the two of them had practiced. I had my cock back inside Lisa, as Crystal's camera panned back down the teen's body to where I penetrated her. I'd been kissing her as Crystal focused on the kiss.

I slowly pulled my cock out of Lisa's warm and wonderful vagina as the two manned cameras focused there from different angles. As the head of my wet and slimy cock swung free from the beautiful pussy, her whole pussy had that 'ridden hard and put away wet' look to it. Further, only twenty seconds later as I rubbed my cock head clean on her thigh, Lisa made what seemed like an involuntary muscle spasm and a huge blob of 'my' cum suddenly appeared and oozed out of her body and started to follow gravity down to her asshole, and then onto the bed forming a puddle of white goo.

I leaned in and kissed Lisa, and sincerely told her how much I appreciated her and loved being with her. She was all hugs and kisses in return, and they were genuine and not staged.

As videoing continued, I went down on Lisa and cleaned her whole pussy area. In one unbroken filming sequence, I brought a load of 'cum' up to her and visibly dribbled the splooge from my mouth to hers. We did this back and forth together, and then swallowed for the camera, and then cuddled up together with our eyes closed.

After we'd been still for thirty seconds, Crystal said, "CUT. Great job, guys. This is an award-winning film. Lisa, you're a natural at this. I hope you will do a lot more videos with us."

Lisa laughed as she took the ear piece from her right ear. "If I have as many orgasms, and feel as good as I do now, I'll do this five times a day with you. My grades might suffer, but still..."

Carol commented, "I have a lot to work with. I may even be able to milk three short videos from all we recorded. Don't expect anything for a few weeks or even a month or two. I have a backlog of 'private porn' stuff that I'm working on, too. We need more video editors on our staff.

Lisa and I went into the shower off my bedroom. We were in Ross's house, but still thinking about the day all the construction on the house next door would be complete and Crystal, Carol, and I could move in.

Carol asked Lisa, "So, the Graduation Party is this Saturday? Is everyone psyched up for it? And tell me again that everyone knows what will happen."

"Oh, we want to have an orgy just like you did for the wedding. Moreover, we want at least some of you around. Some of the teens that'll be there prefer older pussy or older cock. And, of course, we'll have a lot of high school cock and pussy for you all to enjoy. And, yes, everyone coming knows what will happen and also knows to keep their mouth shut. Everyone is also legal."

Crystal laughed, "Do you want any of it recorded?"

Lisa laughed, "All of it, but don't make a big deal of it -- like today. Just put out some unmanned cameras in strategic locations and see what they pick up. I'd focus on the patio or the living room sofas. And, thank you."

"I have a couple of other requirements," I told Lisa, in a more serious tone.

"Lay it on me," she looked worried that her party was collapsing.

"First, ALL the drivers give me their car keys upon arrival. To get them back, they have to see me and convince me that they are sober and not impaired in any way. Second, everyone that attends MUST be over eighteen and able to soberly consent to whatever is happening. I ultimately want a high res photo of each person holding their driver's license next their face -- a license that clearly shows their birth date."

Lisa visibly relaxed, "Oh, whew! I thought you had something serious to require. Those are easy. Consider it done."