Bill and Jeans Adventures Ch. 11

Even as Steve was enjoying the view, he kept his cool and said, "Well, in such a way that I knew the two hottest ladies here, after Madison, would have to be you two."

He had charmed us all, and gotten himself out of the doghouse, all at the same time.

Just then, a woman's voice with a tone of desperation could be heard calling out, "Kenzie! Kenzie! Where are you? We will be late for the meeting with the florist."

A hot-looking, young blonde darted into the room with a drink in her hand, and it was obviously not her first drink of the day. She was wearing high-strap heels, a mini-skirt so short that the slight curve of her ass could be seen, and an undersized blouse; she appeared to have had a recent boob job, as they sat up very high on her chest, and were at least double-Ds. She looked more like a high-end escort, than the bride-to-be.

Jean whispered, "Is that Kenzie?" with a tone of surprise.

Madison gave a nod that was more of disgust, than that of a bridesmaid and a friend.

Madison turned and said, "Kenzie over here," her tone, friendlier than her nod had been.

Kenzie caught the eye of every man in the room and a not-so-happy look from most of the women in the room. She scurried over to us as best she could in her heels. She gave Steve a much-too-familiar hug, but it did not seem to bother Madison, she had gotten used to Kenzie by now.

Then it dawned on Kenzie who we were, as she squealed, "Marie," in as girlie a voice as I have ever heard and jumped to hug me, and then Jean. "I am so glad you guys could make it." She glanced around for show, as much as anything, and said, "So, Jackie couldn't make it," and she had the nerve to give Steve a wink as she said it. "She does carry a grudge, doesn't she."

Kenzie then looked at Jean and asked, "Was Bill able to make it, is he here?"

Jean said, "No, he has a big project due for the university, so he could not make it."

"Oh darn. That big stud works too hard; he needs some R and R sometimes," Kenzie replied, twirling her drink straw on her tongue, the message was clear--if Bill had been there, she was going to fuck him.

To my surprise, Jean stepped closer to Kenzie, and even though Kenzie had high heels on, Jean was still several inches taller than her. Jean's whole persona changed and in a sultry voice, she said, "Oh, he gets all the R and R he needs from me," as she ran a finger down the front of Kenzie's blouse around the arch of her boobs, lingering on her now-suddenly hard nipples, and continued, "you see, Bill is a real man, and he prefers real tits like mine."

The chatter continued in the rest of the room, but where the five of us stood, it was now dead quiet.

Just then, the lady who had been searching for Kenzie came into the room in a flurry, breaking the awkward silence. "Kenzie! There you are, we are going to be late and John is very upset!"

At first, I hardly recognized my stepsister, Cherie, an attractive blonde with

her hair up, wearing a business suit with very large boobs straining to get out. It was apparent that John had paid for her boob job, as well as Kenzie's. Her skirt was an inch above her knee, and her heels were very conservative, but it was clear she had a hot body hidden away under her conservative attire. She was in such a state of panic, that she did not notice me and Jean standing there.

"We can't upset your father any more than he already is!" Cherie said.

"Stepfather," Kenzie said, correcting her. "Just give him a blowjob, you know that always settles him down; that's how I got my new boobs paid for."

Cherie's face turned bright red, as Jean gasped, and for a moment, I thought Cherie might slap Kenzie. "Kenzie Ann, you know that is not true, don't tell such lies."

"Oh settle down, mom. You know I'm kidding," Kenzie said.

I couldn't help but wonder if this woman who loved to break up couples had set her sights now on John and Cherie.

"Cherie, hun," I said, "it's me, Marie." The only thing I could compare it to is when a person comes out of a hypnotic trance.

Cherie looked at me for a moment, blinking her eyes, and when she recognized me, she jumped over to hug me. "Marie!!!" she exclaimed, "it is so good to see you." Turning to Jean, she said, "And this must be Jean." She gave Jean a quick hug and said, "It is so nice to meet you." Cherie glanced back at me and said, "You wouldn't believe how trying a wedding can be, especially with a little bitch like Kenzie, here."

I was floored, as was Jean.

But, Kenzie just brushed it off with a quick, "Takes one to know one."

I was even more puzzled now by this strange family.

Cherie said, "We are running late, Marie, but in the next day or so, we must get together for a drink."

"That sounds great," I said.

But what Cherie said next, really floored me.

"You know, now that you are free of George, we can go out and party some time. You know I don't think he ever really liked me!"

I was just stunned.

Jean spoke up and said, "Free of George! The man she loved died, she is not free of George!"

Cherie then said, with a very odd smile, "Of course, dear. I chose my words poorly. I mean now that you are not married we can go out, is what I meant to say."

I was so stunned, this was not the Cherie I used to know.

When my train of thought was broken by a booming voice, "There they are, you women are always wandering off," as a man in his early fifties joined our group.

Cherie, fired back at him, "John, we are not always wandering off. I want you to meet my step-sister, Marie, and her stepdaughter, Jean."

John had a certain, rough charm to him; at a little over six feet tall, he had a tanned, masculine face and just a bit of grey to his sideburns, on an otherwise full head of dark hair. The way his eyes lingered on my boobs and Jean's, I figured John for a boob man; another reason Cherie had her boobs done, no doubt.

He seemed more friendly than I had anticipated; he reminded me of the type of guy, George would bring home when he was in the mood for a threesome.

John looked at Jean more closely and said, "Jean, are you the football player, Bill Anderson's wife?"

Jean smiled and said, "Yes, yes I am."

John said, "Your husband was one helluva player, I played a little ball back in my time, but I was nowhere as good as Bill. It figures that he would marry the hot blonde with big boobs."

Kenzie acted shocked and said, "John!"

Cherie just rolled her eyes and said, "Jean, you will have to forgive John, he is very 'old school.'"

But I could tell Jean liked the compliment, and also I think she liked John.

To her credit, she replied, "Oh, I don't mind. Actually, that is what Bill calls me, his 'blonde hotwife with big boobs.'"

This registered with Madison, who had been quiet all this time, and I could tell she was wondering if Jean knew what 'hotwife' meant in some circles.

John smiled, looked back at me and said, "Marie, how in the world are you still single with a body like yours? I don't know about those Iowa boys, but here in Nebraska you would be hitched again."

Kenzie and Cherie were both aghast now.

All I could think was, that was something George would have said.

I found myself blushing a little and just said, "Well, John, since you're taken, there are no real men left!"

This caused John to erupt in a laugh that shook the room. I got the sense that Cherie and Kenzie did not like John's attention to be on anyone but them, as Cherie grabbed his arm and said, "We are late for the florist, John, let's go!"

John laughed and winked at me, saying the florist had a crush on him and he would wait. But Cherie was insistent that they go, but before she left, she turned back and glancing at Madison, Jean and myself said, "You girls be careful, there are soccer teams here and one is from Ghana, or some godforsaken place, and they are all black," continuing in an even-more-hushed one, "and you know they all want to fuck white women."

Madison and Jean looked as shocked as I was.

But John just laughed and said, "Well, who doesn't."

Kenzie said, "We all know to be a careful, mom," as they headed off to the florist. Kenzie to John's left and Cherie on his right, as he reached a hand down and grabbed both of their asses.

Steve, who had not said anything, but just had watched the odd interaction take place, could only say, "Wow, that is a unique family."

"Very unique," Jean said. "But John does have a certain, old-school charm."

Madison laughed and said, "Yep, I would fuck him."

Steve said only if he could take Cherie for a ride at the same time, as we all laughed, lightening the mood.

As Kenzie, Cherie, and John had reached the door to leave, Kenzie stopped and said, "I have a quick question for Madison about the wedding party." Kenzie scurried back to talk to Madison and whispered, "I couldn't say anything with Cherie and John here, are we all set for entertainment for the bachelorette party?"

Madison's eyes gleamed as she said, "Yes, Steve and I set it up with High-Class Parties. They have a great reputation, and also do the BDSM theme that you asked for."

Kenzie laughed, and said, "That was Sean's mother's request; she is a hot-blooded Latina. Cherie says she is a Mexican slut! I haven't met her in person yet, but she seemed very nice when I talked to her over the phone. Sean's mom, dad, and brother are expected to arrive later today."

Madison nodded. "I gave her a call and talked to her and she does seem very nice and yes, hot-blooded," she said, with a giggle.

"Really?" Kenzie said, a bit surprised that Madison had talked to Elanna.

Madison said, "I wanted to get some sense as to what type of BDSM she wanted. Steve and I did some research and it covers quite a wide range from mild to very hard."

Madison continued, "What Elanna had in mind was from a bachelorette party she had gone to in the past, in the BDSM world it would be considered on the mild side. A thing they call a breeding bench, where a woman kneels across a padded bench and her arms and legs are secured and it is at a height so a man can fuck her from behind or be at the perfect height for a blowjob, so a gal could do two guys at once.

"The other is a sex swing, where a woman is in a swing-type device that hangs in the air with her legs spread wide and elevated, the guy can fuck her very hard and as with the breeding bench, it is a perfect height for anal.

Kenzie said, "Oh my god, that sounds so wild. So the woman is strapped to the bench and into the swing? Like really tight, so that is the BDSM part of it?"

"Well, not really," Steve interjected here, "in fact, BDSM is probably not the correct phrase in this case, the straps don't cause any pain or discomfort; they are just there to secure the person."

"There will be a dominatrix, and she does have a small cat-o'-nine-tails, that she will use to give a quick swat to any guy that gets out of hand, or a woman that struggles too hard to get free. The rules are explained, and if you sign up, you have to follow the rules," Madison said.

"So once a woman is strapped down, any guy there could fuck her?" Kenzie asked, almost breathless, like she was picturing herself getting fucked by a stranger while restrained.

"Yep!" Steve said, "any guy there can fuck her, and she will be helpless to do anything about it, but just enjoy the wild sex."

Madison could tell Kenzie was very excited. "So how are you going to escape from Cherie to go to this party?" she asked.

"Oh, Cherie is going to be there! She says she can do anything Elanna can do, but I don't think she has any idea what is going to take place, and I am sure as hell not going to tell her, that's for sure. So the party planner provides the location and the, umm, male talent?"

"Yes, they provide everything, the location, and the equipment; as well as the dominatrix. She is like the director of the whole thing, and they also provide lingerie for the ladies to wear, and a mask."

"A mask?" Kenzie asked, seeming to be puzzled by that.

"Yes," Madison said. "They sometimes call it a 'Royal Purple' party because all the women attending, will dye their hair a shade of purple. It washes right out, but they say with the lingerie, the mask, and the dyed hair; you are very hard to recognize.

"So, even if a guy was there that knew me, he probably would not recognize me, in case I had, um, seen one of these studs before," Kenzie asked, thinking of the many guys she had fucked in the past.

"Yep, that's what they say, I mean otherwise, with as many guys as you have fucked, we would have to take the party out of state," Madison said with a laugh.

"Oh, haha very funny, I have not fucked that many guys," Kenzie said, looking at me and Jean for approval.

I just held up my hands. "No judgment here, I have had my share of fun," I told her.

"Do the guys wear any costumes or anything?" Kenzie asked.

"Nope," Steve answered, "You can see the studs, but the studs would not recognize you, even on the off chance they knew you.

Madison chimed in, "I think your future mother-in-law will be very pleased and everyone there will have a great time."

"Yep, we are all set, you better double up on your birth control," Steve said.

Kenzie punched his arm. "Steve I am not going to fuck any of them," she said, with a giggle, "unless they are hot!"

I glanced over at the door and saw Cherie standing there looking very impatient and tapping her foot as she shrieked, "KENZIE, NOW!"

Kenzie spun on her heels and scurried out of the room.

Seeing Cherie at that moment, I could not picture her strapped to a breeding bench getting power fucked by some young stud.

Madison had an odd smile on her face as Kenzie walked out of the room, looking like someone planning something; Steve glanced at Madison and smiled.

There was something afoot here, and I was hoping to discover what it might be.

Jean brought me back into the moment when she asked, "Marie, should we go unpack and check out our room?"

"Yes, that is a good idea," I replied. "Madison," I said, "could we catch a drink later? There are some things I would like to ask you about Jackie and Kenzie, and just what happened." I quickly glanced at Steve and added, "I hope you don't think I am prying Steve, but frankly, I don't know who Cherie is today, and I am trying to figure this all out."

Madison answered for Steve before he had a chance, "You can ask us anything, Marie; Steve and I keep no secrets. In an odd way, Kenzie's actions brought us together."

Jean and I walked back through the lobby and past another little bar area where several soccer players were drinking and laughing. As we walked by, they all smiled and asked us to join them. I waved them off and said, "Maybe later, boys," as I noticed Jean gave them a very seductive smile. It was going to be hard to keep her on a leash.

As we entered the elevator, my phone rang. Glancing at the screen, then at Jean, I said it was Carl. Her eyes lit up, as she wondered what Carl might be calling about.

I answered, "Hi Carl, what's up?"

Carl sounded anxious. "I was hoping you and Jean would be open to the idea of working a bachelor party for me tomorrow night. I had several ladies already booked for the party and they all ghosted on me, so I am in a bind. This is a high-end party, and they want only the best, and they requested ladies very much like you and Jean, a busty blonde and busty MILF. It would be a very safe environment, at one of my swinger clubs. These are all good guys, a wealthy family wedding; you could not have a better scenario for Jean's first time.

"Well, it does sound fun, but we were thinking about going to a bachelorette party tomorrow night, although we had not yet decided for sure."

Carl said, "You would be doing me a big favor Marie. It pays two thousand dollars each, and you will be able to school a half dozen or more, eager young men as to the ways of the world--you would give them a memory to last a lifetime."

I couldn't help but laugh at Carl's pitch; he was very persuasive--and horny young men are always great fun.

"Let me discuss this with Jean, Carl. I will call you back in half an hour."

"That sounds great Marie, but just one thing; if you do say yes, come hell or high water I need you there," Carl said.

"I understand, if we decide to do it, we will be there, we won't leave you hanging," I told him, as I hung up. Jean had opened the door to our room, a suite with two rooms, and was sitting on the bed looking at me very anxiously for details.

"So! What did he say," she asked eagerly.

I filled her in on the details and she listened intently.

"What do you think we should do," she asked. "It does sound like it would be great fun, with all those horny young guys."

"And sometimes older guys as well, Jean; like fathers and older brothers and friends of the family. These things can have a spectrum of ages, and yes, it does sound like great fun, but..." I said.

"What is it?" Jean asked.

"Well two things, hun," I said, "I don't know if we should skip out on the bachelorette party. It does sound like it will be quite a to-do, with the masks and BDSM stuff. But, at the same time, kinda awkward, you know. If Cherie freaks out at the whole idea, I am not sure I want to be there."

"Yes," Jean replied, "it could get kinda wild, but I have to say, I don't like Kenzie all that much, and Cherie I just can't figure out. What's the other thing?"

"Well, Jean, if we say yes and go, you will be fucked by several guys maybe more, it won't be just giving them blowjobs," I told her.

Jean said, "Marie, I appreciate you promising Bill to guard me, and to tell you the truth, I was reluctant a few weeks ago to make this trip because I thought something like this might happen. But now that we have had these experiences, I believe I am ready. This is what Bill has been wanting me to do, to expand my sexuality, to fuck other men, and to travel the world fucking other men, as he fucks their wives. And well, hell, Omaha is part of the world."

Jean picked up her phone. "I am going to call Bill and tell him the whole story and that I feel I am ready and want to try this slut wife thing, for real," she said, very determined

"Hotwife, baby, hotwife sounds better," I said, with a laugh.

"Right, hotwife," Jean said, walking to the balcony door and stepping outside, closing the door behind her.

She paced back and forth nervously telling Bill the whole story. I imagined she was relaying to him the strap-on gangbang and now the chance to do a bachelor party and that she was ready for it.

She happily nodded her head, as I could only imagine how excited Bill must be, as she started jumping up and down--I knew he had said yes.

She came back super excited. "He said yes!" she screamed.

"Did he say anything else?" I asked.

"Just that you should keep an eye on me and I should follow your lead, and if I have any concerns or questions about what to do, to check with you."

"He said it was time for me to start to learn, and why not start now," Jean said.

"That sounds like our Bill," I nodded.

Jean said, "Let's change into our tennis outfits, I think that's a casual but classy look.

Jean started to unpack, as I called Carl to give him the good news.

He was very happy to hear the good news and that he would text us tomorrow, the address and what time to arrive, and that we would arrive earlier than the guys, so that we could get the lay of the land and meet his staff.

I asked why he couldn't give us the address right then, and he said it was standard practice in the business, as maintaining confidentiality and privacy was very important, "What happens in Omaha, stays in Omaha," he said, with a laugh.

Jean and I changed into our white tennis outfits, which consisted of a very short skirt and a loose-fitting top that showed a lot of cleavage.