Adult Situations Ch. 51-52

Tara kissed me, "And we love doing it, too. Can I have a time slot with you later?"

"It's yours."

Crystal sat down with me a few minutes later. "I have some things we need to talk about." She sounded serious.

"Uh-oh," I said. "When a wife says that, there's trouble brewing. Are we in trouble?"

Crystal looked surprised. "No. Why would you say that?"

"Guilt feelings. You know, guilt the gift that keeps on giving. I've been away so much, even a few weekends, I figured this was the 'Come to Jesus' meeting."

She shook her head. "Not on my radar. I know you're chasing some fabulous deals and putting together all the diverse parts of the companies you bought. I want to hear about that, but that's not my agenda."

"Whew!" I wiped the imaginary sweat from my forehead. "Okay, what's on your mind?"

"First," she began, "you've been engaged to your fiancée for a long time. I think that it's time for the wedding."

"Did Carol say anything?" I asked.

"No, she wouldn't. She's content, but I don't think you should string her along for much longer. This is the older and more traditional me talking. She'd probably just stay this way with you the rest of her life, but it would be nice to have a ceremony of some kind."

I chuckled, "Besides, it would be an excuse for a party. Would her family even come to such an event?"

"From all I've heard, she's left them completely in the dust. If you're looking for somebody to walk her down the aisle, I'd ask your father to do it."

"Or there's no aisle. I have an idea to test on her. We'll see. You're right, this has gone on too long without any action on my part."

"I will help you with this and so will many of the others. You can also have your local office manager handle some of it -- Alice O'Rourke."

I nodded, "And next?"

"Carol and I talked, and shopped the idea around a bit. We think you should also give JEAN a diamond and officially make her your fiancée. Except for you referring to her as your Atlanta Wife, there's no proof of her status."

I just stared at Crystal. What she said made sense, but coming from my WIFE, and I guess from my existing fiancée, I was kind of surprised and knocked askew.

"Say more."

"Jean loves you and you love Jean. We know she's your Atlanta wife, and that she behaves accordingly and consistently with the same lifestyle that you have here. We all love her when she's here, and she's been such fun to video and just have around every few weekends. We know you moved into a condo together up there, and that's great. However, we want her to feel more included in the family."

"But aren't there others that I should be lining up first? What about Elynn, for instance, or Heather, or Tara?"

"I might come to you about some of them in the future, especially Elynn, but for now she seems content to just be living with us. You may not have noticed, but she's with us full time. She actually sold her condominium about three weeks ago, and then she upped her monthly contribution to the mortgage."

"What if I did both of them?"

"That'd be fine with me, and I'm sure Carol would agree."

"Let me think about that? Maybe you could go ring shopping with me tomorrow." I paused and asked, "Was there more?"

"Yes, but what I have to say is more information sharing than asking you to do anything. Additionally, if something turned the wrong way it could impact your office in Atlanta."

"And this is ...?"

"Jean is rapidly becoming a porn star, and I mean STAR in big letters. We rushed another three of her videos online thanks to her schedule and to Matt Volpetti, our man at ADS. She's a top attraction and is earning money hand over fist. She's gone viral, and the fan mail for her is heavy. He shipped two large boxes of the mail to her. That alone will keep her busy for weeks. Lots of dick pics, too, at least with all the online stuff that Mark catches. We never gave out an email for her. Mark wants her to get her own website to promote the videos. He'll do it for her if she doesn't mind."

I commented, "Tara just told me that she's been recognized on one of her flights."

"I know. She told me. She's also becoming a star. Those two women are the hottest girls to jerk off to on the Internet. They're sophisticated yet down home, have sparkling smiles, obviously love the sex, and have bodies and response patterns to what's happening to them that every woman in the country should want."

"That's good, right?"

"How will the others in your company behave towards her when they know that she's a porn star?"

I twisted my mouth to show I was thinking and had no good answer to that question.

Crystal said, "I asked Tara about that and her airline and she laughed. She'd just as soon quit, the way I did. I told her I could sure use more help at Crystal Blue Photography, if she were interested. I think she is, but let's see what happens. She told me that she told you about Alan Bullock, the passenger that recognized her."

"She did. She's probably going to go out with him. If I were a single guy and got a call from a hot porn star, I'd certainly drop everything I had going on, and make that date."

Crystal sighed, "Well, that brings me to another couple of things we need to talk about. You mentioned your absences earlier. I hate to do these all at once, but you've pretty much been gone for a month so these things kind of piled up.

"The fact is, all modesty aside, is that I, too, have become a bit of a porn star. I've been using the name Crystal Belle, and she's rapidly becoming famous and is also making a lot of money from her videos." She puffed out her chest and grinned.

I teased, "Is Crystal Blue Photography thinking of firing her for moral turpitude and general wickedness?" I laughed at my own sick humor.

Crystal did laugh. "No, but I wanted you to know that we're spinning off the good clean, non-sexual stuff and rebranding that as Gulf Coast Photo Studios. Crystal Blue Photography retains the 'private porn' side of the business as well as the commercial porn. By the way, the whole thing is VERY profitable right now. I just gave out bonuses to Temple and Troy, and they were over ten-thousand-dollars each."

I whistled. "Wow! That'll keep them around."

"I want to keep them happy, too. Carol and Troy fuck once or twice a day, and Temple usually joins in, and I'm not immune to doing something now and then. It's good for morale, as they say. That crew is usually involved in the editing of the videos we make, and they apparently have the magic touch. They remade some of our old ones, too -- the commercial ones. I sent them to Matt and he wanted lots more of their work, so we're remaking the whole portfolio."

"Is that profitable?"

Crystal rolled her eyes, "You batcha; otherwise we wouldn't be doing it."

Crystal added, "About me becoming a porn star; some of that halo might rub off on you and your work."

I shook my head, "So what? I'm not concerned. I already had this discussion with Kim. Her videos are out there, and she's the Angel for Cyber Solutions and everyone knows it. If something were to happen, I think it would more likely come from that direction than from you."

"Your reputation?"

"As a man that consorts with hot, fuckable women whose leading a company that is growing by triple digits percentage wise? I'll take it. It'll make up for the years I was described by everyone that knew me as a 'Virgin Nerd Commando' in junior high school, high school, and college. At least, now I have some flare to my life. Other than that, I don't care much about my reputation? I can always go back to being a one-man shop and anonymously sub out to CS or other businesses that want I.T. support."

Crystal said, "And one last thing. Jean told me that she told you about Russ and Duke."

I nodded and could guess where this was going.

"I invited them to tonight's party. They were at one earlier party right after we did the M-M-F video with Jean. I like them. They come across as studs or bulls or whatever you want to call them, but in reality, they're pussy cats. They're just not guys that anybody else would mess with given their physiques and demeanor and skills.

"They've kept in shape after their military duties. They are skilled in the martial arts, and what they call the black arts. They were in special forces together, and now they teach martial arts. They have a dojo just north of Fruitville Road, off Coconut."

I nodded, "I should sign up. I am getting increasingly out of shape from sitting around in meetings all day. I don't even seem to have time to walk to the meetings; they come to me. I saw those two men in the video Jean did. They were impressive. I worry that I'll lose you and everybody else to them. They're handsome, in shape, rugged, and probably are Mr. Nice Guys."

"They are, but I still love you, and so does everybody else. Don't worry."

"Are there other revelations or surprises for me this afternoon?"

"I want to buy a new car."

"Ah, now we're getting down to the real reason for all these things being tossed onto my pile. Go and get your car. What will it be?"

"I wanted to get a Jaguar F-Type -- convertible, white with red upholstery."

"Great. Get it. A porn star should be seen driving a very flashy car and looking like sex on a stick at all times. You should even drive topless in it."

Crystal beamed, "I was kidding about the car." She looked hopeful, however.

"I wasn't."

Russell Martin, known as Russ, was an ideal 'model' for a porn video. He was tall, dark, handsome, had muscles to spare and those had muscles, too. Both arms sported tattoos, with most tied to his military service. He was pleasant and affable, and well read. I found him talking to Elynn, who was just about naked, and he wasn't drooling or allowing her near nudity to scare him away. Elynn introduced us.

I congratulated him on a sterling performance with Jean Muir, and he accepted that graciously. "The director, Crystal, and the camera people, Carol and Temple, had a lot to do with that. I know they did a lot of editing, too. They could probably take garbage and make sweet perfume out of it."

Deke came and joined us, bringing drinks for Russ and Elynn. He was out of the same mold, including the tattoos. Deke was actually his christened name -- Deke Scarborough.

I asked Deke about their Special Forces work. They had been in the Middle East, and did tours in Iraq and Afghanistan. One had learned Dari and the other Pashto, the two languages of the latter. Dari was close to Farsi, a popular regional language.

"They were the guys that went into what Deke called 'marginal' villages and tried to win over the local people to support the U.S., deny access and comfort to the Taliban, and help the new Afghan government get underway. It was dangerous work and often put them eyeball-to-eyeball with the Taliban and ISIS, but they survived.

I asked them about their dojo, and what I needed to do to start training. The answer was 'Come on down tomorrow afternoon' and we'll get you started. I made a one o'clock appointment with them.

The men both blushed when I asked what they thought of our Saturday evening parties. Russ said, "Finally, I have a place to go on the weekends to meet some like-minded people." He then laughed loud and hard.

Deke agreed, "I thought I'd never meet a woman who was as horny and as interesting as I wanted in my life. Here, everyone is that way. I hope we keep measuring up to your standards."

Russ and Deke fit in well, and conversed well with the others at the party. Not all the women were as starry-eyed about them as I had forecast. I did see Trish introduce her mother Beth to the pair. Now, Beth instantly wanted to lie down and spread her legs for either man -- preferably both. I could see that look in her eyes.

Later, I watched as the Russ and Deke danced and then started to get romantic with some of the women. Beth had managed to snag Deke as her first partner of the night. She seemed in some state of delirious happiness as to what was happening. Her husband, Brian, just rolled his eyes.

Neither man did anything extraordinary in the 'making love department'. They liked their blowjobs, ate pussy rather well it appeared, and liked to try different positions with their partners. The had a sense of humor, too. Their orientation seemed to be to please the women they were with, and that set well with me. Deke seemed to be the better cuddler of the two, but Russ was okay at after-play.

Russ and Elynn started the evening together. They were quite harmonious together. I even got my minor pang of jealousy.

I was with Allison Kirby -- one of Crystal's first 'private porn' clients. Now, she'd not only gone public with some of her 'private porn' videos, she had done a few vids specifically targeted for the commercial market. She was popular. We hadn't coupled up in months, so we had a great reunion.

Allison's husband, Bill, loved having his wife do porn. He had his cellphone loaded with her videos and went out of his way to be sure that everyone he met knew she was in 'movies'.

As Allison and I made love, Bill was across the patio with Macy West, another flight attendant for Atlantic Airlines. They were being quite energetic about the fuck they'd started. I couldn't tell who put the pressure on whom in that mix, but he was sure loving it.

Beth got Stacy Landry, Madison's mother, involved with Deke and her. The two women knew each other, and loved to do lewd things together in F-F-M configurations. Deke was eating one as the other fucked him, and then the two women would suddenly change ends.

Based on what I saw, I had no reason not to trust Russ and Deke. I liked the pair, and I hoped they could convince me to do something worthwhile at their dojo. I was way behind on the exercise curve, and knew it.

I went to the bar with Allison. She'd excused herself to use the ladies' room. Suddenly, I was confronted with a very cute teenager -- naked, small -- a spinner, booby, and pretty to boot.

"Hi, Monsieur Toller. Will you fuck me? I did get to be with you at the graduation party and I thought you are the best of the best."

"Errr, I'm embarrassed that I don't remember you. This is not like me, but I've had a lot on my mind since then ... and call me Dave, especially if we're going to have intercourse." I was trying to place the cute slightly French accent of the cute girl.

"Oh, I'm Daisy Gervais. I'm French Canadian, from Montreal, but I live in Sarasota now. I go to university here." Her French accent was cute and seductive.

"Why did you stop coming around?"

Daisy turned around and waved her hand at the orgy taking place in the shadows. "I had to get my head around all this. Up until the graduation party, I'd only had sex three times with one guy. I kind of blew myself off the planet for a while at that graduation party. Now, I've got all of this stuff processed and know how I want to participate and how I want to think about it."

"And how is that?" I challenged.

"For one, 'there's nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.' That's from Hamlet, and we just studied that in freshman English."

"I know the quote it's one of my favorites. And the slut factor that goes along with fucking multiple men in a single evening? How do you process that?"

Daisy grinned broadly, "I love being a slut. I fucked eight guys at the graduation party -- four I knew, and four I didn't, including you. When I thought about it, the best fucks were with the older men, like you. That's why I'm back and why I'm right here in front of YOU. I've also had some other experiences since that party."

"Then we should do something about that," I said with some humor.

I led Daisy to a chaise and we started to make out. She kept asking me if what she was doing was all right -- kissing me, hugging, fondling my dick or balls, putting my hands on her breasts or privates. I finally told her that it wasn't good. She looked horrified. I said, "It's positively wonderful -- the best. You are a sexy teenager, and I so look forward to what happens next. You don't have to keep testing to be sure things are okay."

'Next' involved my cock sliding into Daisy's tight teenage pussy. She was wetter than an ocean, and as I started stroking slowly into her body, she almost dissolved into a blob of pulsing orgasming mush. I was hitting the right places on every stroke.

"How'd you know to come tonight?" I asked her between orgasms.

Daisy said, "Chyanne is one of my good friends. She told me about hooking-up with you in Atlanta. She urged me to come tonight and find you so that I could get seriously laid by an expert. She said that this was what I needed the most in my life ... and, feeling your cock deep inside me, I know that she was right."

She then started a series of out of this world kisses that were very intense.

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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.

Harley Palmer -- high school friend of Lisa Wallace.

Cory Thomas -- Carol's computer date. Works at Zenith Technology.

Dale and Patricity Short -- across the street neighbors

Morgan Hunter -- friend of Josh & Allison

Tara Green -- friend of Carol. Caterer and flight attendant

Daryl Wills -- friend of Jackie Turner via CBP

Roy Marten -- friend of Maitlin Westlake via CBP

Tom Dayton -- friend of Deborah Singer

Elynn Ghent -- friend of Paul; works with Ross.

Adam and Jill Timms -- another find by Carol

Macy Clark -- friend of Tara; flight attendant.

Heather Sellens -- graduating student; future nurse; Lisa's friend

Chyanne Winslow -- graduating student; Lisa's friend

Mandy Jakes -- graduating student; Lisa's friend

Lynell Wynne -- graduating student; Lisa's friend

Daisy Gervais -- graduating student; Lisa's friend

Tom Dayton -- friend of Deborah Singer

Troy Bennett -- video editor at CBP

Temple -- video editor and photographer at CBP

Jean Muir -- AA to Cyber Solutions (CS)

Alice O'Rourke -- AA hired in Sarasota for CS

Connie and Bob Mason -- neighbors of Jean Muir

Meg Roland -- HR director at CS

Jim Manning -- Crystal & Carol's date. Retail Software

Ben Tabor -- Crystal & Carol's date. Retail Software

Russ (Rusty) Martin -- ex-Special Forces. Runs dojo. Does porn