Adult Situations Ch. 63-64

I switched roles and as Jean made out with Barbie, I went down on our guest. I guess that I had the right touch, because about five minutes later I felt sure that our combination had inspired an orgasm

Jean pushed me further in Barbie's direction. "Make love to her. Fuck her. Make her want you."

Barbie sighed, "I already want him... and I want you. I want the whole package. This is going to be a fabulous future for me and I hope for you."

I sank every millimeter of my man meat into Barbie's drippy vagina. She rose up to meet me, and our union turned into a crescendo of music. We surged together, pumping our bodies into each other. We were in a rush -- a rush to have my potent sperm coating her cervix. I briefly wondered whether I was creating yet another family unit, but then discounted that. This girl was too sane and savvy to allow an accident to happen.

Jean watched, masturbated, made out with Barbie, made out with me, but all the time our bodies moved to and fro working towards our inevitable climax together.

Barbie screamed finally as I started to surge my fluids into her cavern. "AAAAAHHHHH, GREAT! FABULOUS! I LOVE YOU. I LOVE THIS. LET'S NEVER STOP."

We collapsed together. Jean snuggled with us. She knew I'd care for her next.

We were silent and panted as our bodies regained their equilibrium. I gradually deflated enough to slide from inside Barbie. We kissed again.

Barbie looked at me and then started to chuckle.

"What?" I asked.

"I guess I got the job?"

I started to laugh, too. "You had it before dinner started because Jean liked you for it. All the rest is just some delightful and loving fun and relationship building."

Chapter 64 -- Barbie Comes to Sarasota

The addition to the house took four months and what seemed like a cast of thousands to complete. I think the fact that I'd saved the city's entire technology infrastructure several times, including from a multi-million-dollar ransomware attack put me on the City Commissioners' 'nice' list. The building permits were issued the day they were submitted, and then during construction the inspectors showed up as soon as the contractor called in his readiness for a job segment.

The original house had a two-story core with a single-story wing on each side of the core. The addition extended the second floor of my home over the single-story parts of the downstairs. The footprint of the home didn't change, but about 1,600 square feet of space was added including a linking balcony also built looking down on the living room. The architect outdid herself.

The feature we wanted most was a bedroom-nursery suite for Jean. As soon as the construction was completed, she moved to the house from our condo in Atlanta. She'd help design and decorate the quarters, so was instantly in love with her new home. By that stage, she was wearing 'pregnant clothes' and had a significant bump showing her delicate condition. She'd also churned out one porn video a week. Mark Volpetti told Crystal that pregnant slut videos were best sellers just then.

Jean's new female lover took over Jean's old condo -- Barbie Harper. I teased the two of them about that, but got serious nods as replies. We didn't have time to explore that situation just then, so I'd let it pass. I didn't want to pressure either of them, but they were very happy together and even happier when I was around.

Barbie been renting an apartment, but loved Jean's condo. From the night the three of us met together, she'd lived with Jean either in my condo or with her when Jean used her old apartment. Their bonding was miraculous. They were lovers. I turned over the condo unit to Barbie as a Christmas present. I barely blinked as I signed the papers despite the worth of the property. Since the IPO, I thought in millions not even hundreds of thousands, so the transfer was barely a blip in my checkbook. Jean and the bank appreciated the money in their accounts.

Barbie had started working in my Atlanta office at Cyber Solutions with Jean the day after our first meeting, so she learned the ropes and met everyone in the business. I took her on several trips to see our other offices and subsidiaries. Jean also came on a couple of the trips. Both women also joined the Mile-High Club during our trips.

The most fun was the first time that I brought Barbie to Sarasota for a holiday weekend. She heard lots of details about our gatherings from Jean and then me, and she'd read all the articles about my 'wayward' and decadent lifestyle. The stories were a far cry from the real thing because the media tried to tone things down for public consumption.

Barbie had not been a symbol of purity growing up. She'd admitted to a couple of group sex situations, but the best was with her college boyfriend and another couple where they swapped back and forth all weekend long. Beyond that, she'd done a few threesomes. The idea of a group setting did not unsettle her. What amazed her was the repetitious nature of our gatherings. No one was getting tired of the sex with so many other people, and I guessed the reason was the affection that went with it.

The Thursday evening that we arrived late in the jet from Atlanta, we had a quiet night at home. I just had time to trot Barbie around and have her meet what I considered the nuclear family, namely, everybody that lived in either of the two houses before we all went to bed. She slept with Jean in the guest room. I reconnected with Crystal and Carol. Barbie voiced approval of my priorities.

Friday, we were at the office, and Barbie met Alice face-to-face for the first time, although she'd already talked with her on the phone and FaceTime extensively. The two bonded quickly and Barbie got a detailed tour of the Sarasota facility and met the staff. Jean took over a conference room for the day, and just continued her work that she'd be doing in Atlanta there. There were over a hundred-fifty people working at the Sarasota office now.

I took off work early, and the four of us rode home in Alice's car rather than having me call up the limousine. I was about ready to stop using the limo service since the paparazzi didn't seem to be following me and the others any longer.

Crystal and Carol were home early, and so were Ross, Trish, and Kim from his house. He also had Paul staying over. The others in my house appeared. All of us were eager for the long weekend the holiday presented. Heather, Cory, and Elynn were there, and Russ and Deke were present although they had weekend classes to conduct at the dojo. I'd be in the Saturday class. The last of the Friday evening visitors were Jim and Ben, who both worked at Retail Software out east of the Interstate, and Steve Wallace, whose wife Julie was at some kind of hen party that night. They'd each left early on Crystal's recommendation. Sixteen of us.

The cocktail hour morphed into an impromptu hamburger and hot dog cookout. Heather made a run to the nearby grocery store for some pre-prepared side dishes and salads, and we joined the picnic tables together for our picnic.

Barbie acted like she'd known everybody for years, and they accepted her in the same manner. At one point most of the women slipped away and changed into what they called 'bathing attire' -- specifically, bikini bottoms. I think Barbie was surprised at the casual partial nudity, but no one else made a big deal about it, so she didn't either.

The partial nudity did provoke a careful and obvious examination of Jean's stomach. At that point, there was barely a baby bulge, unless she intentionally pushed her belly outwards to frustrate further examination with a bubble gut.

Barbie found me at the grill with Jim and Ben. She asked, "Is this your Saturday group -- just here a day early because it's a holiday weekend?"

I looked surprised, "Oh, no. This just about half of the larger group -- maybe not even that many. There are sixteen of us here tonight, but tomorrow, if everyone shows up, which would be unusual, there'd be about sixty or seventy people here, with slightly more women than men."

Barbie stepped back, and turned to survey the others not right there with us. I heard her mutter, "Wow. I thought this was a lot of people... but seventy. I guess I'll be part of it tomorrow."

This group didn't need any excuses to make love with each other later on. They just chose a partner -- someone they really liked or wanted to know better -- and went to where they wanted and started to make out and fuck. I'd fundamentally told Barbie that, but to see it unfold in real life is a different kind of drama.

After dinner, Paul asked Jean if she was available. She nodded eagerly and smiled and the two handsome people went off to one of the chaises and immediately started to make out. In seconds, he was being fellated and I was feeling really aroused at seeing my 'Atlanta wife' doing that.

Ross asked Alice, Steve asked Crystal, and Cory took aim at Kim. Those three couples decided to go inside and use the living room sofas. Deke nabbed Elynn for a session, and after that he tapped Heather who'd just turned nineteen.

Jim and Ben came up to Barbie. "We'd like to both make love with you. You seem to have the kind of personality and looks that just turns us on. We were talking over dinner about you and decided we'd ask you together."

Barbie blushed, "With BOTH of you?" She sounded incredulous.

The good-looking men both nodded. I smiled and waved a finger at her, indicating that she should go with the two men. Eventually, she did, but she looked a little worried. While they'd talked over cocktails, they hadn't formed any deep friendship -- yet.

I escorted Trish and Carol to one of the other inflatable air mattresses. We were well choreographed, so after the two ensured that I was hard, I ate out each of them until an orgasm, and then Carol mounted me for a bit, and then she switched with Trish. I ended up coming deep inside Carol as we were in the spoon position, and Trish was licking at where our genitals joined. In that position, I could also lick Trish's cunt that she pushed into my face.

Beside us, I occasionally watched Barbie. She was often watching me -- or rather us. She was on her back sucking on Ben, and Jim's cock seesawed in her sloshy pussy. How did I know it was sloshy? I could hear it as they started fucking. They all looked like they were having a good time. A few minutes later when I looked, Ben was the one struggling to pump a load into her hot fuck box. Barbie did have that 'Come fuck me' look about her, and it had nothing to do with her shoes. At that point, she was barefoot with her toes pointed towards the stars.

We seemed to finish about the same time. Jim and Ben led Barbie to the bar. They weren't the kind that cleaned up their messes, and I scolded them, but they remained unperturbed. Trish and Carol got on their cases, and I think they started to worry about rejection from our parties if they didn't hone that skill. That was their own guilt talking, and nothing that we said.

Trish, Carol, and Barbie were on bar stools. I'd done this before. I just knelt in front of Barbie and started eating her messy pussy -- two loads. It really wasn't bad since her own juices had flooded the area and were the dominant taste.

Carol pointed at Jim. "You. Here. Now." She slid her leaky pussy to the edge of the chair. He moved in front of her as we all watched, and then started to run his tongue up her thighs as she held her bent legs open to give him access. Eventually, he got to Ground Zero. Carol was coaching him, especially about the taste. She'd had it hundreds of times and knew it well, although she was usually getting it from Crystal or one of the other women.

Ben looked uncertain. Trish got him eating her pussy, but the focus was on Jim. Carol even got Jim to snowball with her, although he tried to duck out after one round. She forced a second round, and then let him off the hook.

Carol got off the bar stool and took Jim's hand. She led him to the nearest chaise and pushed him down. She leaned over and sucked his cock, still with some evidence of Barbie's sweet cunt. After he'd risen sufficiently, she climbed on board and he got into the game with a new lover.

Trish and Ben moved over next to them.

I made a gesture to Barbie that puzzled her. I explained, "If we fuck now, you won't get to experience any of the other men. On the other hand, if we wait a minute or two, you'll have the opportunity for a new partner and new experiences. That's my recommendation, but what would you like to do?"

Barbie nodded, "I'll wait. I know what you're trying to do with me. I do feel a bit unsettled, but I know I'm starting a mind-blowing experience being here with all of you this weekend. I don't mind the slutty behavior."

Steve and Crystal appeared a few minutes later. He instantly put his arm around Barbie without saying anything. She got the message. He wanted her next. We chatted for a few minutes and then the two of them went off naked and still horny to find a chaise.

O.M.G., I was alone with my wife. "I love you, wife. What's your pleasure?"

"Honestly, I was hoping to be with Paul tonight. We haven't coupled for many weeks for some reason."

Later, Crystal went off with Paul and I took Jean, his previous partner, to a nearby chaise and we made love.

I teased Jean, "I'm told that women that love other women eat pussy better than men. You'll have to teach me how Barbie does it for you."

"You do just fine; don't change a thing. Barbie has awakened something in me that I didn't know was there."

"Your lesbian side?"

"Yes. I think we're both bisexuals, but I definitely like making it with guys better than women. On the other hand, when Barbie's right there in my bed, she's a good plaything."

"And she's further along the scale that you think you are?"

Jean nodded as we kissed. She said, "A true lesbian almost can't stand the idea of being with a man. At the other end of the scale are guys that can't stand the idea of being with another guy. In the middle is a whole scale of tolerance and togetherness. I thought I was pure hetero -- I'd always only be with a man. Now, I've discovered that I like both sexes, although I get different feelings, emotions, and physical contact from a lovemaking session with each sex."

I nodded, "You know my limitations. Just tell me what you want me to do."

"Right now? I want you to keep that cock inside me and plunder my hot little pussy until you squirt more of your baby makers inside me. Make me pregnant."

I chuckled, "You're already pregnant."

"O... M... G... that must be why I stopped having my periods. Who knew?" [Eye roll.] Her sarcasm made me laugh.

Barbie was next to us with Steve. She was not displaying any tendency towards lesbianism at the moment. Instead, she was urging him to go deeper, faster, harder into her sexy body. "Oh, God, your cock feels so good inside me. More, more, more."

Barbie and Jean, as well as many of my other female lovers, tended to fuck back as I fucked them. They were as into the act of intercourse as I was. I noted that some women kind of lay there and let the man do whatever to them instead of participating. Barbie was participating with an eagerness about her that was hard to miss.

Barbie and Russ went off to fuck later, and then to end the evening she happened to find my father on his last rebound of the long evening. He took her away to his home to sleep after they'd fucked on my patio. She let me know where she was going. Ross gave me a wink.

Barbie was in the kitchen when I came downstairs Saturday morning with Crystal and Carol close behind me. She looked at me with a worried expression. I went and hugged her.

"Barbie, there is nothing that you could have done here last night that deserves that look and nervous behavior."

"I fucked five men last night -- Jim, Ben, Steve, Russ, and your father Ross -- YOUR FATHER. The first two double-fucked me at the same time." She sounded amazed at herself, but in a deprecating manner.

"Double penetration, but you've done that before."

"Not at the same time. I had two guys back-to-back, but... not at the same time."

I shrugged and gestured to the coffee urn that had been on a timer to complete its job before any of us got up. I poured us both cups.

"So, you think that I should toss you to the curb because you fucked a bunch of people last night? You don't know me very well, and you have NO idea what tonight will be like. If you want, you could have eight or ten men fuck the stuffing out of you. Tonight, you can pull a train with all of the men. I won't think any less of you. In fact, given that this is all new, I'll applaud your audacity and willingness to try something completely new."

"I'm a slut, but I've been in this state for a while. I didn't know I was this much of a slut. I guess there are degrees of sluthood."

"We're all sluts here. Join the club," Crystal chimed in with my new AA as she came into the kitchen.

Carol recited my favorite aphorism as she entered, "Don't use the standard and criteria to judge people in one kind of situation, to judge yourself in another setting."

I added, "There are lots of conservative standards regarding sexuality, but when you get into a situation such as ours, you need to leave those behind. That said, you also don't announce what you accomplished here to the rest of the world that's still using that other set of standards."

Barbie cautiously said, "I get it."

We all talked about plans for the day. Jean arrived with a smile. She slept with Paul all night and then had a morning rendezvous with my father. Paul had headed off to his condo and to do some shopping for the coming week.

I offered, "Beach?"

Most everyone nodded. Heather who'd just arrived added, "Yes, providing we stop at the grocery story on the way home. I have to get some of the food for tonight's meal." Ross and Cory begged off on the beach for other work.

I was the envy of about a hundred other men when we staked out an area at Siesta Key Beach. Parking was difficult but we found spaces. We'd ended up with two cars because of the crowd wanting some sun and sand: Crystal, Carol, Trish, Barbie, Jean, Heather, Kim, Elynn, and me -- one male and eight of the hottest looking babes in the country.

I wore some athletic shorts. All my companions wore bikinis, but not just any bikinis. These were part of their mutual contest to see how little clothing they thought they could get away with on a public beach. Crystal and Carol helped outfit Barbie and Jean.

Kim and Elynn had the biggest hangers, bar none within sight, plus they were each built like a proverbial brick shithouse. They were hotter than the sun. Their bras weren't much more than two tiny triangles of loose cloth and some taut string around their backs and neck. Every part their upper bodies were constantly in motion. I was sure we'd have a wardrobe malfunction. Their bottoms were of a similar ilk -- a tiny triangle of cloth and string. Thongs had more material in them than what they wore.

We laid out towels and blankets and sat around looking sexy and talking. Well, I didn't look exactly sexy, but the other eight people in our party did. I watched dozens of guys and quite a few couples come by us, most deviating from their beach walk to pass by and gawk at our scenery.

I was the lucky son of a gun who got to apply suntan lotion to eight hot bodies. I took to the job with great eagerness. The girls teased me, and made sure I covered every square inch of space, even those covered by material. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do it.

While we sat, I saw four young men near one of the large trees on the beach working on their katas. I didn't recognize them, but I went over and spoke to them. They were from a different dojo, but needed to practice. I joined them and the five of us put on a nice show for the few who took the time to watch us practice. It was the first time I'd been with guys from another dojo, and yet we were all in sync with the katas as we did the positions in the prescribed order.