House party
By R. L. Yergus
Copyright 2011 by R. L. Yergus
Smashwords Edition
CHAPTER 1
My skull felt like it was about to crack open to allow my brain to spill out onto the surface of the computer desk. The excruciating headache caused by stress threatened to worsen. Even though I was in considerable pain, I continued to scan through the hundreds upon hundreds of profiles of couples that were posted on the swinger’s web site.
Janet and I had been members’ of the site for nearly three years, and after our split-up I removed her profile from the page, but kept mine posted. I leaned back in my chair and pushed my hair back behind my ears and concentrated on the monitor in front of me.
It was on the thirty-first page that I spotted the first couple that we’d spent time with. It brought flashbacks of the many incredible times we’d spent together, as well as our painful break-up.
Janet and I had been split up for just over six months, and I hadn’t seen any bedroom action since. I’d all but given up on the idea of falling in love. I couldn’t see love coming into my life anywhere in the near future. I’d had too many incredible experiences involving multiple sex partners’ to want to be with just one woman.
The swinging circuit is known by several different names. People that exchange partners for the sole purpose of sex are often referred to as swingers, swappers, and wife swappers, but the most serious swingers’ refer to themselves simply as being in the ‘Lifestyle’.
After our painful split-up I reposted myself as a single male, and then I removed Janet’s information from our profile page. The only thing I kept on the profile page about me was my user name, Shawn.
A single man doesn’t generally do well on the site since it is designed more for couples than for singles, unless of course you were a single woman who looked exceptionally hot. Then you had more opportunities than you could imagine.
More than ninety percent of the women in the lifestyle are bi-sexual, as was Janet. If the women weren’t bi-sexual, then they were more than likely posted as being bi-curious.
Most of the men on the site are straight, or at least they post themselves as being straight. I’m sure there are a few closet bi-sexual men in the lifestyle, but most couples scanning the site rarely know who they are. The couples with bi sexual men usually don’t announce it for fear of being shunned by those couples with straight men.
I thought back at the many different couples’ we’d spent time with, and all the house parties we’d attended, and after a while I started to get even more depressed.
The majority of the house parties’ that we attended usually had at least two couples that we found to be attractive, but they were far and in between. A large majority of the people on the site, men as well as the women, are either over-weight, plain, sloppy, or just butt ugly. But there are still many gorgeous couples, and those were the ones Janet and I tried to set up our playtimes with.
I had to move away from the computer before I became so depressed that I ended up throwing the monitor up against the wall. In order to get my mind off of my sad sex life, I decided to go watch television, then maybe come back later and reminisce some more.
While I made my way to the living room I thought back to the last couple that Janet and I had tagged up with while we were together. I felt that the sex was fair, but not incredible, at least not with the partner that I had.
At the request of the Millie, we had separate room sex. Janet and Bill took the master bedroom while Millie and I moved into the spare bedroom. I never did ask Janet what they did when they were alone, or how good her sex was. Mine was so shitty that I didn’t want to know.
When I put my mouth on Millie’s crotch she didn’t moan or move her body as though she was enjoying it. I worked my tongue over her clit, moved down to her hole, and then back up to her clit, and I still couldn’t get any kind of response from her. After I saw that she wasn’t excited with what I did, I moved up and slid my cock in her mouth to see if she was any better at that.
She didn’t show any emotion while she sucked my cock, so I stopped and had her move up on her hands and knees, and then I took her from behind. When it came to sex, on a scale of 1 to 10, I would have rated Millie only as a 2, and I felt that was being overly generous. She wasn’t verbal in any sense of the word when I slammed my cock in her, and the oral sex was nothing short of a waste of time. The best she could give me was an occasional grunt, and that seemed to be forced. When we left their house I knew we wouldn’t return for a second visit, I needed a lot more than what Millie had to offer.
Three days after that play date, it was over for us as a couple. Janet had fallen in love with Bill and moved out of our shared house while I was at work.
Before we went on that date with Bill and Millie, we were going to nothing but house parties. We weren’t going out with just one couple anymore, that way we had a better chance of tagging up with someone who enjoyed sex as much as we did. Now I realize why Janet pushed so hard to get me to change my idea and go out with them, just that one time.
A house party’s a party that’s hosted by a couple in the lifestyle who’d invite other couples’ to their house for the explicit purpose of switching partners’ to have sex. They’d have barbeques, dances, or just sat around and bullshit with each other until it was time to partner up to have sex.
Those who go to house parties often end up with multiple sex partners’ before the night ended. There would be couples, threesomes, foursomes, or any other amount of participants that they felt comfortable with, and it would go on until the early morning hours.
The lifestyle’s about sex, nothing more, and nothing less. Janet and I had one rule that we lived by while we were in the lifestyle, and it was that ‘no meant no’. That rule in itself covered pretty much any rule that any of the other couples had on their list.
I wasn’t in love with Janet before we got in the lifestyle, but it could’ve eventually led to it. To me she was a good person, and a lot of fun to spend time with, plus she had a kick ass body. She was the reason I’d gotten into the lifestyle to begin with.
At first I was totally against the idea of swinging, but she often talked about the lifestyle, and about the great sex she had when she went to the parties while she was in a previous relationship.
After I heard about it so much and for so long, my imagination kicked into high gear. While we had sex, I’d often close my eyes and imagine myself licking the clit of a gorgeous woman while another woman sucked my cock. Or I’d slide my cock up a beautiful babe’s ass while I played with another gorgeous woman’s pussy, while yet sucking another woman’s tits.
When I ate Janet’s pussy I often imagined me doing it with a tall beautiful red head, and the sexual images I had in my mind were extremely erotic. I had to admit, sex with complete strangers sounded pretty hot, and I’d gone as far as considering the possibility that it could work.
Over the period of several weeks I thought a lot about it, almost non-stop, and I finally gave in and agreed to meet with one couple, just to see where it would go.
We spent a considerable amount of time on the internet once I agreed to give it a try. After several hours we found the perfect site, designed for the swinging culture, so we researched couples’ profiles who wanted a no strings attached fuck-fest. We searched for a couple with which we both could feel comfortable with, and after what seemed like hours, we agreed on a couple from the St. Charles area.
The couple we were interested in was close to the same age us, and they were a married couple who’d been in the lifestyle for more than fifteen years. I felt that with the time they had in it, they’d know how to treat a newbie like myself. Hopefully they’d use kiddy gloves with me and make it so that I could come in the lifestyle and not be scared off.
A newbie, as we’re so often called, is a couple, or a person who has no, or very little experience as a swinger. Often one member of that couple had been in the lifestyle at one time or the other, but a newbie was the person who was inexperienced. In our case the newbie was me.
While we were studying the chosen couple’s web page, I noticed that they’d just gotten on-line, so I took a chance and called them up using the site’s chat line. The chat line came to life when the veteran swapper answered my chat request.
The return reply came back within seconds, and he introduced himself as Troy. Before I had a chance to respond to his last statement, he quickly added that his wife’s name was Donna, and that she was smoking hot. From the pictures they had on their page, I had to agree with him.
We chatted for nearly twenty minutes about the lifestyle, our partners’, our partner’s sexual preferences, and anything else that came to mind. Troy told me that they were always ready to play, which meant that they were always ready to swap partners and have sex.
After a little persuasion from Janet, I went against my own reservations and agreed to meet with them at seven o’clock that evening.
Troy suggested that we come to their house since they’d hosted many meet and greets. I copied down their address and then pulled it up on Mapquest, and after printing up the directions, we left to meet with them.
Chapter 2
It was a forty-five minute drive to the couple’s house, and my fears started to get the best of me the closer we got to our destination. My nerves were shot, and I started to feel nauseous. When Janet saw that I was ready to change my mind, she tried to calm me down by telling me that I would do just fine, and that I’d have the best time of my life. She even tried to convince me that I’d have the hottest sex I’d ever have, simply because it would be with a complete stranger.
No matter how much I wanted to believe her, I couldn’t. I’d never been in the same room with another couple while I was engaged in sex. I wasn’t sure that I’d even be able to get an erection doing it with someone I’d just met, or with another couple in the same room, especially when one member of the other couple would be my girlfriend.
I parked my car at the curb in front of the couple’s house, and after a slight hesitation, I walked with Janet up to the front porch. I could feel the sweat popping on my forehead even though it was below freezing outside.
“You’re going to do just fine,” she promised me as she gave me her sexiest wink before we got to the front door, “I’m sure you’ll have so much fun tonight that you’ll want to stay in the ‘lifestyle’ and go out and play nearly every night.”
After the door opened, I looked up and saw the most attractive woman I’d seen in years, and I started to get even more nervous. It was the same woman that was on the swingers site that we’d studied just hours earlier, only she looked much hotter in person.
She wore a sexy short white mini skirt that barely covered her incredible ass, and it was accentuated by her long shapely legs. Her long blonde hair hung down over the back of her pale yellow tank top, and it made her appear almost angelic.
After I was able to catch my breath and was able to speak, we gave our introduction and were invited inside. The couple lived in a split foyer house that was in one of the nicer neighborhood near the interstate.
After we moved inside we had to walk up a small flight of steps to get to the main living quarters. To get to the living room you had to go right at the top of the stairway, while the kitchen was directly to the left.
Troy stood at the kitchen counter and had just finished mixing our drinks when we walked in. He was taller than me by maybe two inches, and maybe thirty pounds heavier, but I felt that I had him beat on looks.
“Hi,” Troy said as he greeted us with hearty handshakes, and then turned back toward the counter and picked up two drinks. “I hope you like Jack and Coke,” he said as he turned and handed me our drinks.
“Doesn’t everyone?” I commented with a nervous smile as I reached out to accept them. After I handed Janet her drink, I stepped back and non-conspicuously studied Donnas’ body.
“Go on in the living room and make yourselves at home,” Troy told us as he started on his and Donnas’ drinks, “we’ll be right with you.”
Janet leaned in and kissed me on the cheek to show me that I did well, and then we moved in the direction of the living room. Janet later admitted that she knew that Troy and Donna had remained in the kitchen to discuss whether either of them was interested in us. She didn’t want me to know what they were doing, it would’ve only made my nervousness that much more intense.
If there’s no mutual attraction with all of us on our first meeting, then we’d just sit and talk for a while, and eventually someone would come up an excuse to call it an early night. One of the women would have complained about being on her period, or one of them had just gotten over the flu, and we would’ve avoided the topic of sex at all costs.
Most couples’ have signals that they give to tell each other if they wanted to play. Some would pull their ear lobe if they were interested, or maybe they’d scratch their chin, or the back of their head. Nearly everyone that’s been in the lifestyle for any length of time has their own secret signal.
The house that Troy and Donna owned was fairly new, and had been decorated with a touch of class. There was a big screened television surrounded by a dark walnut entertainment center against the far wall. The wall next to the huge unit, on the left, was covered with shelves, and were packed full of books and whatnots. A tan sofa sat directly across the room from the entertainment center, and a matching love seat sat against the wall adjacent to the sofa, just to the right.
I sat down on the very edge of the sofa so that I would be farthest away from the loveseat. Janet moved around the coffee table and came over and sat next to me while we waited for Donna and Troy to join us.
I could see inside the kitchen from where I sat and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Donnas’ legs while she helped Troy. I could feel my excitement level starting to grow with each step she took.
Several minutes slipped by before Troy and Donna joined us in the living room, and they moved to the love seat adjacent to where we sat. We sipped our drinks while we kicked back and made small talk.
After a little more than half an hour, Troy decided to just pop the question and get to the reason why we were there.
“So,” Troy asked as he studied my eyes, “are the two of you wanting to just meet tonight, and get to know each other, or did you come to play?”
“Phew,” I blew out sharply before I could answer. “Donna, you’re an extremely beautiful woman, and I’d be an idiot to not want to play. But I’ll be honest with you. As I told you on the chat line, this is my first experience, and I feel a little intimidated.
“Janet was in this lifestyle when she was in her last relationship, so she knows what this is all about, but with me, this is a first, so you’ll need to be a little patient with me.”
Troy got up to turn the stereo on to help set the mood. As he walked past the thermostat he reached over and turned it up to ninety five degrees. I suspected that he wanted it to get hot so that we would start to sweat, and we’d want to shed some of our clothes to cool off.
While Troy looked for the remote control for the stereo system, Donna signaled for me to move over to the love seat next to her by looking me in the eyes and petting the cushion next to her. My forehead broke out in a cold sweat as I moved like a zombie across the room to sit with her.
“Damn. It’s hot in here” Troy stated after he returned to the living room and moved over to sit next to Janet. “Maybe we should take off some of these clothes.”
I was ready to freak out. Donna, Troy, and Janet started taking off their shirts and blouses, but all I wanted to do was to run out to my truck and hop inside and drive off. The mere thought of Donnas’ naked breasts was the only thing that kept me glued to my seat. I wanted to look over at Donna to see what I was sure would be a great set of tits, but I couldn’t force my head to make that small turn in her direction.
“Would you mind if I took off my bra?” Donna asked as she reached behind her to unhook the clasps even before she gave me a chance to respond.
“No,” I told her just as her bra hit the floor on the other side of where she sat. My heart beat kicked up another notch and my respiration deepened, “go ahead if you’d like.”
I finally found enough guts to sneak a peek to my right, and I saw her gorgeous naked breast freed from their confines. They were perfect, and they stood out proud. Her nipples had a very slight upward pitch, which made them that much sexier.
Donna leaned in to me and put her hand on my inner thigh. After my initial shock of feeling her hand on my leg, I started to relax a bit. When she saw my nerves start to calm down she rubbed her hand up and down my inner thigh while she asked Janet about who she’d been with while she was in the lifestyle.
As they talked, Donna slowly worked her hand upwards, moving in a circular fashion until she came to my crotch. When she slid her hand on top of my cock it nearly took her breath away, and it did take mine away. She was amazed at the size of the cock she felt under her hand.
“Not many men in the lifestyle are hung like that,” she leaned in and whispered in my ear, “those size cocks are usually found only in fuck flicks. Well at least I can tell that you like what I have to offer,” she said in reference to my raging hard-on.
She studied my face closely while I watched her move her hand up to her breasts to tweak her own nipples. “Would you like a little taste?” She asked as she cupped her tits in her hands and twisted her upper body to face me and jiggled them as if to offer them up.
I looked over and saw Troy and Janet on the love seat. Janet had her shirt and bra was off and they were lying on the floor at their feet. Troy was leaned in and had his mouth on her right tit and his hand on her left.
I finally worked up the nerve to lean in and kiss Donna. I was so worked up from seeing what the other couple were doing, and now seeing Donna massaging her own tits that I was more than ready for nearly anything.
“Nice,” I said aloud to myself as I reached in and gently squeezed her farthest breasts, “nice and big!”
I lightly twisted each nipple and I could feel them harden under my touch. I bent into her and kissed my way down her body, starting with her chin. I was so worked up by then that I’d temporarily forgotten my own girlfriend’s name, and that Donnas’ husband was on the sofa across from us feeling her up.
Donna puffed out her chest to let me draw her nipple further in my mouth. Her respiration quickened as she slid her hand down to unzip my fly. After she had my zipper down, she reached inside and pulled my now rock hard cock through my fly.
“Bigger than I thought”, she said loud enough for me to hear as she looked down at my freed cock and smiled. “It’s a lot bigger than Troy’s”.
Donna eased her body down from the sofa and scooted in between my opened legs to get a closer look at the monster she released only seconds earlier. She slid her hand up and down my thick shaft as she stared at me with lustful eyes.
She looked in my eyes and watched closely while she lowered her head enough to touch my cock with the tip of her tongue. She licked both sides up and down several times before she took me in her mouth and swirled her tongue over the mushroomed head.
She continued to look in my eyes as she lowered her mouth further down until her nose was pressed firmly against my stomach.
I put my hands on the back of her head while I pumped up at her opened mouth. Even though I was worked up, I managed to look over to my right, and I could see that Janet already had Troy’s cock out and was stroking him while they kissed.
I was surprised that my jealousy hadn’t kicked in, but in all reality, I felt that it only added to the excitement of what went on with me and Donna. I could feel my nuts building with cum, and I knew I wouldn’t last very long the first time. I wondered if I should warn her, or just pull out and shoot my load onto her chest. Or should I just shoot my load in her mouth and hope that she wouldn’t get upset. Some women hate it when a man cums in their mouth. Janet sure did.
I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I’d held it for so long that my nuts started to hurt. When I did let go I didn’t have time to warn her. I erupted in her mouth like a volcano, but instead of lava, I erupted with hot cum.
I looked in her eyes and I knew then that she wanted me to do just what I’d done, cum down her throat. She refused to pull her mouth away from my cock until she devoured every last drop she could pull from my balls.
I looked over at Janet and Troy just as Troy opened up and shot his entire load onto Janet’s chest and stomach. I couldn’t believe that I was able to watch them and not feel any jealousy at what they’d just done.
I hoped that this wouldn’t be the end of the night for our play time. I wanted to enjoy Donnas’ body longer, and to taste the sweetness between her legs. I wanted to slam my hard cock deep inside of her pussy and have her squirm under me. I wanted to make her cum like she’d never cum before, and I wanted to be the one that caused her to squirt her love juices across the room.
Troy was the first to stand after we finished. “Well, who’s ready for another drink,” he asked as he picked up our glasses and turned towards the kitchen?
Janet remained on the love seat while Troy moved off to get the drinks together. She considered joining me and Donna on the sofa, but she felt that it was too soon for me to have the three of us play together.
I’d never seen her with another woman before, although I knew she liked the women as much as she did the men. While Troy was in the kitchen making the drinks, I didn’t stop with Donna. I ran my hand up her skirt and continued up her thighs until I reached her bare pussy. Donnas’ pussy was shaved, and her slit was wet with anticipation from what the night promised to bring.
I ran a finger up and down her slit while I watched her eyes roll back in their sockets. She moaned loudly each time my fingers came close to her clit. Troy told me on the chat line earlier about Donnas’ overly sensitive clit, but I thought it was just bullshit.
After I had Donnas’ pussy so wet that her juices ran down the crack of her ass, I moved off the sofa and eased in front of her legs. I knelt down on my knees and slowly eased her legs apart to see the treasures she had waiting for me.
When I saw her hot pussy I didn’t want to waste another minute. I moved in and brought my mouth to her slit and slid my tongue as far up inside her as I could. Once I had her squirming I moved up and started to work on her clit.
I couldn’t believe how fast she came once I started battling her clit with my tongue. She tossed her head back against the cushion and held her breath until she opened up on me, then she let out a deep breath and pulled my head in tighter to her sopping pussy.
When Troy returned to the living room he had the drinks cradled in his arms, and he was already naked. Moments later we were all in the same full sized bed, and we were all naked.
My biggest fear was caused by the way men sat around and bullshitted about how long they could go before they came. I was afraid that I’d always be the first to cum, and that I’d be the only one to leave the woman sexually frustrated. But my fears were unwarranted. I rarely left any woman unsatisfied.
I was usually the last to cum, and the first to return for another fuck session. I fucked Donna four times that night, while Troy fucked Janet only twice. It didn’t bother me to look over and see Troy lying on his side, watching me fuck his wife.
That was the start of our lifestyle. We’d met many different couples over the next two years, and had attended more house parties’ then I could begin to count. I thought we’d grow old together, and we’d eventually have to drop out of the lifestyle. I didn’t know then that time would quickly run out for us as a couple.
CHAPTER 3
I scanned through the stations’ on the television but I couldn’t find anything that I cared to watch, so I settled for channel four. The ten o’clock news was just about to go off, but first they would announce the numbers that had been drawn for the multi-state Powerball Lottery game. But it would have to wait, the announcer told us, until after the commercial break.
The jackpot was up to two hundred eighty seven million dollars. After I allowed those figures to register in my mind, I leaned back and thought about how great it would be to have that kind of money.
“Man” I said out loud to the empty room, “there’s so much I could do with that money. I’d be able to do everything I’ve ever wanted.”
I reached over and scooped up the pen and paper off the end table, and after the news came back on I wrote the numbers down as the announcer gave them out.
I knew that the odds of winning tonight’s jackpot were higher than last week’s eighty four million to one, but like my best friend Jim would often say. “You can’t win if you don’t play.”
I double checked the numbers to make certain that I’d written them down correctly, and then I stood and went to the bedroom to retrieve the tickets I’d purchased just that morning. I usually bought five dollars worth, but this morning I splurged and bought twenty five dollars worth.
Each of my tickets had five sets of numbers, which meant I had five chances to win with each ticket, or lose. The drawing had been televised at 9:58 that evening, but I was on the computer at the time, so I didn’t get to watch like I normally did.
If I had watched, I would have seen the five white numbered balls pop up the chute and roll down the wire rails to come to rest against the stop at the bottom. Those balls were known as the primary numbers.
In a separate drum, a single numbered red ball popped up the shoot and rolled until I came to rest at the end of the metal rail. It was a special ball, called the Powerball. You had to match all five primary numbers plus the Powerball number to be the jackpot winner.
No one had won the jackpot in quite some time, so it had grown at an astonishing rate over the past couple of drawings.
The first four pieces of papers produced nothing. Not even the Powerball number matched, so that was twenty dollars worth of losses, so far. I started to feel disappointment as my chances to win grew slimmer with each checked row of numbers.
When I got to the third set of numbers on my last ticket, I found that the first two numbers were a match. Then I looked further and saw that the third number matched as well. My heart started to race when I saw that the fourth and fifth numbers also matched. I really didn’t want to check the Powerball number. I was afraid that I’d be devastated with yet another loss.
I forced myself to look down to check the number. Then I saw that it was also a match. With just the first five numbers, I would have won one hundred thousand dollars. With all six being a match, I had been at least one of the winners of the jackpot. I leaped from the couch and started to jump up and down as my eyes watered to the point that tears flowed freely down my face. I couldn’t believe that I was a winner.
My breathing deepened and the muscles in my chest tightened. “Great,” I thought to myself as fear rose in my mind. “I finally win, and now I’m gonna die of a heart attack.” But I wasn’t dying, and I didn’t have a heart attack. I only hyperventilated from the excitement of the moment.
I moved back on the sofa and hoped that my respiration would return to normal. I never once thought to breathe into a paper lunch bag like you were supposed to do when you hyperventilated. But it worked for me, and my breathing slowly returned to normal. I couldn’t take my eyes off the ticket. I checked, and re-check them at least fifty times before I accepted that I’d won.
If more than one person picked all six numbers, the jackpot would be split evenly amongst each winner. I could live on whatever portion I’d receive. It would still be more than I’d ever be able to spend.
Later in the day the news media would announce how many tickets sold for that drawing had won, and from which states each ticket had been sold, unless the drawing didn’t produce any winners. Then the tickets would go on sale again, and a new set of numbers would be drawn the following Saturday night. From the new sales, the jackpot total would skyrocket even more that the previous drawing. The odds of winning that jackpot would be even higher.
I was so excited that my whole body shook. I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, so I reached over and picked up the telephone and dialed my best friend Jim’s number.
“Hey bro,” I said excitedly when the voice of my friend finally spoke into the phone. “Hey, I need you to come over right away. I need to talk to you. You aren’t going to believe what just happened.”
“Can’t it wait until morning?” Jim asked after he yawned into the phones receiver. “I’m dead tired. I had to work twelve hours today, and I’m shot”
“No it can’t wait,” I nearly screamed at the phone pleading with him. “I really need you buddy. It’s really important. Hell you can take off work tomorrow, please come over.”
Forty minutes later Jim was at my front stoop. I opened the door and saw him leaning against the door jamb with his dark brown hair messed up and pointing in every direction. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep, and he looked like he was ready to fall over.
I pulled him inside and handed him a cold Bud Light, and then we made our way into the living room. I was barely able to speak while I attempted to tell him about the ticket.
Jim didn’t believe me, even after he looked at the ticket and checked the numbers. He thought this was all a joke and that I copied the numbers down from one of my older tickets and told him that they were the numbers that had been drawn tonight.
Finally Jim woke up enough to suggest that we run to the local Quick Trip service station and pick up a computer printed copy of the winning numbers. That way we’d know for sure, but I knew he wanted to find out for himself.
Once we had the computer printed numbers in our hands Jim checked my ticket against the print out. We sat in complete silence and stared at each other once Jim saw that all six numbers matched. Finally I broke into a huge smile as the tears started to flow down my face.
“I won buddy,” I said with a crack in my voice, “I really won.
***
The next morning Jim was at my house almost before sun up. I asked him to come early so that we could sit and talk more about the ticket and the money. The night before we were so excited that neither of us made much sense, so we were forced to call it a night. We could do what needed to be done the first thing in the morning.
Jim knew he’d get financial help from my winnings, because we were such good friends. I know he would’ve done the same for me had he won.
“The first thing I want to do is find a good architect.” I told Jim as a tear welled in my eyes and rolled down my cheek and dripped to my shirt. “I want to hire him to design me a really nice house, and while he’s busy working on the plans, I want to go out and find a few acres to have it built on. Will you help me?”
“You know I will,” Jim answered. “You know I’d do anything that you asked.”
After I turned on the television we moved to the kitchen table to search through the phone book for architectural companies’ to design the house. I already had a realtor in mind. I didn’t want property that already had a house on it. I wanted to purchase some land so that I could build on it.
I once dated a woman who worked at the local realtor’s office, so I would use her to help me in my search. She was an incredible woman, and she had one of the tightest pussies I’d ever had the honors of fucking.
She could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, and she refused to pull off of your cock until you coated the back of her throat in your hot cum. I missed her, and when I thought back I couldn’t remember why we stopped seeing each other.
Right about the time I decided on several architect companies that I’d contact, the news came on. The announcer started to talk about the latest Powerball Lottery game. I pushed away from the kitchen table and turned toward the television set to listen to what he had to say.
The top news story of the morning was that a single ticket holder had matched all six numbers, and that it had been sold locally. The announcer reported that no one had yet stepped forward to claim the huge jackpot prize. Then he broke down how much the winner would receive after taxes.
Tears came to both of our eyes as we listened carefully to his figures. We were both in a mild state of shock as we sat back and allowed those figures to sink in.
“I think you need to see an attorney,” Jim told me in a serious, yet nervous voice. “You need to do it before you go to the lottery office. He’ll advise you on how best to claim the jackpot. If you don’t do it right, it could cost you a lot of money.”
Yea,” I agreed. “I think that’s a damned good idea.”
***
Within two weeks after I met with my new attorney I had everything moving ahead. We’d already met with the architect and realtor, and I was satisfied with their services as well as their advice.
I received my check six days after I turned in the ticket, and I spent the next four days at different banks depositing the money into numerous different accounts across the state. I felt that the protection of my money was my first and utmost priority, so I made large deposits into many different accounts at different banks.
Within three weeks, the realtor I used to fuck, found four parcels of land for me to check out, and I chose the property that was in Franklin County to build on. It was four hundred and eighty acres of the prettiest land I’d ever seen, or at least that I’d seen in Missouri. After I talked the man down to five hundred and nine thousand dollars, I wrote the first big check from one of my newly acquired accounts.
I sat with the construction contractor and went over the blue prints that I’d received from the architect just that morning. While I had Jim check the contractor’s references, I looked at some pictures of other houses that his company had built. I felt confident with his workmanship, so I hired him on the spot.
My new home would consist of nine bedrooms, seven full baths, a theater, a full finished basement, and an indoor pool, which would be attached to the house by means of a fifteen foot long covered walkway off of the kitchen. There would be a stowaway rolling hardwood platform in the pool house that could be pulled out to cover the pool, in case I needed the extra space.
I wanted a separate building, built to be the size of a small auditorium that I could throw parties in. I made sure that the contractor knew that I wanted a stage up front for a band to set up before I signed the necessary paperwork to start construction.
The blueprint showed that the auditorium was to be attached to the pool house off the south side of the building. That building could only be entered through the pool house. The door at the back of the auditorium would be an exit door only.
Although I started out with the intentions of having just a nice house, I ended up owning a mansion. The contractor guestimated that it would take a full four months, with the use of three shifts working around the clock to complete the construction in the allotted time frame.
CHAPTER 4
While the construction was underway, I talked with Jim and convinced him into quitting his job to come work for me. The first job Jim was assigned to do was to set up a two month vacation in Mexico, for the both of us. He was told to rent a small house, somewhere away from all the tourist traps. Although it was a vacation, it would be a working vacation.
Mexico would be where I would put the first of my many plans into action. Jim went to work on it immediately, and three days later we were on a flight to areas in Mexico I’d never heard of.
I talked with Jim extensively about my plans during the flight. Jim knew about the lifestyle that Janet and I shared while we were a couple, and he never looked down on us, or tried to make a move on Janet. Back then Jim wanted to be in it also, but he couldn’t find a partner who was up to the idea of that kind of relationship.
I planned to go to the local bars to check out, and spend time with some of the local beauties. I wanted to find seven gorgeous Mexican women that had good work ethics, and who also loved sex, to come work for me.
The girls would be my house girls’, as we would often refer to them, and their jobs would be for the upkeep of my house, and an occasional booty call. We would use the house girls as our partners’ until we could get our lives on track and meet someone who we wanted to join us in the lifestyle. The work wouldn’t be hard for the women since me nor Jim were messy people.
My plans were to throw huge house parties, at least twice every month. Jim would choose one of the house girls’ as his partner for that night and I would choose another. The other five house girls’ would work as servers’ on that night, and they’d cater to our guests’.
I planned to invite ten to twenty hot couples to each party. I wouldn’t invite just anyone just because they were in the Lifestyle. I wanted only the best of the best to attend. I wanted all of the parties that I hosted to be memorable for all the guests’, as well as myself.
A lot of the house parties I’d gone to while I was with Janet weren’t very impressionable. I could tell that the hosts’ and hostesses’ weren’t too selective when they compiled their guest list. Most of the couples’ that showed up at those house parties, I just couldn’t get excited about.
The more I talked to Jim about my plans, the more excited he became. He’d heard details from me about some of the house parties I’d been to before, and they sounded incredible, yet unbelievable. I’d had as many as three to five different sex partners a night, and the night most often ended in a huge orgy.
After we checked into our rented house and unpacked, we went out to check out the local talent. The first bar we went to was a biker bar, so after a quick ‘Bud Light’ we moved on to the next bar.
The second bar was packed, but the drinks were priced reasonable and there were at least six women to every man there. I chose a booth towards the back of the bar so if we did meet someone, we wouldn’t be disturbed. After I ordered our drinks, two local beauties approached us and asked if we’d like company.
I re-ordered a round of drinks for all of us and then turned to the woman seated on my left. She was a drop dead gorgeous Mexican lady probably in her early twenties. She stood five feet two inches tall, and she had flawless dark bronzed skin. She had dark brown eyes, long jet black hair, and a body that could win any beauty contest that she entered.
I was enthralled by her beauty as I sat back and watched her sip her margarita. After she put her drink on the table she told me that her name was Maria Sanchez, and that she’d like to spend some time with us.
“I’m Shawn,” I told her as I sat back to make myself comfortable, “and my friend with me is Jim. What’s there to do around here that’s fun?”
She smiled as she dropped her hand to my lap and moved up and rubbed my cock. “What would you like to do?” She asked as she winked at me and gave me a hot sexy smile. “We’ll do whatever you like.”
I could see that Jim was getting the same kind of treatment from the woman that sat next to him, and his face was flushed with lust. The woman sitting with Jim told us that her name was Sonya Martinez, and that she was Maria’s second cousin, on her father’s side. She looked much like Maria, except that she was taller.
She stood five feet seven inches tall, and she had more of a brownish red tint in her hair. Her breasts weren’t quite as large as Maria’s, but they were every bit as shapely. She could be a runner up only to Maria in a beauty contest.
Jim looked at me with a dazed look and a huge smile on his face. I’m sure he knew what was about to happen, and he was excited. I could only guess that he couldn’t wait to take the girls and get out of there.
“Well,” I suggested, “we could grab a bottle and head back to our place to party.”
The girls smiled and winked at each other just before they slid over and out of the booth to wait for us to join them. I stopped at the bar and picked up a bottle of Jack Daniels on our way out.
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I poured four drinks at the kitchen counter once we got to our rental house. After I had them ready, I walked over and handed our guests’ their drinks before I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Maria.
“So what are you doing in our country?” Maria asked while she smiled at me with her gorgeous big brown eyes.
“We’re here to look for some hot ladies to hire to work for us,” I told her honestly. “I’d like to find several beautiful women who’d be willing to move to the United States.”
I was certain that nearly any woman in Mexico would jump at a chance to live in America, and I knew that she was about to show me just how interested she was.
“I want to live in America,” Maria quickly told me as she started to get excited about the prospects. “Can we come to work for you?”
“Well,” I replied with a huge grin on my face. “I’ll know one way or another by morning.”
Jim didn’t know whether to take Sonya and head for the other bedroom, or stay there with Maria and myself, so when I moved to the kitchen to make fresh drinks Jim followed me.
“Well,” I told Jim while I prepared our drinks, “if you really want to be in the lifestyle, then you need to stay in the same room. Hell, for that matter, in the same bed with us. Get used to it now. It’s a real bitch starting out as a newbie with strangers.”
Once we were back with the women I stuck my finger in my drink and swirled it around, and then I brought it up to Maria’s mouth. She licked my finger up and down and then slowly wrapped her lips around my first two fingers.
After several minutes of Maria showing me how talented she was with her mouth, I pulled my fingers out and moved in and kissed her. She responded aggressively by sucking my tongue deeper down her throat.
I lifted my hand and put it on her shoulder and held it there for a few seconds before I slid it down to her left breast. When she felt me caressing her, she let out a deep sigh and leaned in and pressed herself harder against my hand.
When Jim saw Maria and I going into action, he took the initiative and made his first move. He had Sonya move over to sit on his lap, and then brought his mouth to hers while he slid his hand up her blouse. He rolled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger while they kissed. Her respiration quickened and she started to ground her ass down on his cock.
I unbuttoned Maria’s blouse and slid it off her shoulders and dropped it and her bra on the floor. I was surprised at how firm and big her tits were. They were like two hardened oversized snowball cupcakes, soft, yet firm. I lowered my mouth and took her hard nipple and gently nibbled it with my teeth.
Her breathing became labored as she reached over and slid my zipper down and reached in to pull me out. She moved back slightly and looked down, and then back up and smiled. It didn’t take any time before she put her fingers around my stiff erection and started to slide up and down the shaft.
Jim stood in front of Sonya and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. After only a few seconds, he put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her in as she slid down on him. He looked over at me, and with his voice all but gone, he smiled and winked. Sonya moved her hand up and down Jim’s cock while she slid more of him down her throat.
I lay back on the bed as Maria leaned in and sank her mouth down on me. She sucked as good as any woman I’d ever been with. She moved her mouth up and down while she made loud slurping noises, and it drove me half crazy with lust. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed down even harder, which caused her to take more of me down her throat.
I was impressed that she didn’t gag, and eventually I didn’t need to push her head down any longer. She happily accepted all I had to give her.
Jim couldn’t hold back any longer so he let go and shot his load to the back of Sonya’s throat. A little dribble ran out from the corners of her mouth, but she continued to suck the cum from his balls until he was drained of every drop.
After Jim and Sonya finished, Sonya looked over at us and watched while Maria moved her mouth up and down on me. After several seconds Sonya leaned in and kissed Jim on the mouth, and then stood on the bed and moved over to join us.
She moved directly above my head before she carefully brought her wet pussy down to my mouth. She moaned loudly while she rubbed herself up and down on my nose and mouth, and within minutes she came hard and drenched my face. The excitement had been too much for me, and I opened up and exploded in Maria’s hungry mouth.
We moved back on the bed and watched as the two girls cleaned each other up with their tongues. Sonya licked on Maria’s pussy and cleaned the insides of her legs while she played with her own breasts.
Sonya had her hand between Maria’s legs and had two fingers buried deep up inside her pussy, which caused Maria to squirm uncontrollably. I felt my cock starting to get hard again, so I moved in behind Maria and slid my cock up inside her pussy. She yelped because of my size, but once her pussy stretched, she relaxed and started to push back against me.
Sonya moved over and squatted over Maria’s face and lowered her pussy to Maria’s mouth, and Jim moved so that he could slip his cock back in Sonya’s mouth. Ten minutes later Jim and I changed places, and I had my cock slid to the back of Sonya’s throat while Jim fucked Maria.
I pulled my cock from Sonya’s mouth after a few minutes and had her get up on her hands and knees. Then I slid in behind her and buried my cock deep in her pussy. I looked down and saw her cum filled pussy hairs glistening from the over head lights, and it excited me. When I looked further up her crack I could see her puckered anus, and it looked hot.
I wanted to fuck her up the ass so badly that I shivered at the thought, so I pulled my cock out of her pussy and lined up with her anus and moved slowly forward and slid the head in.
Sonya moaned loudly when she felt my cock slide in up to my balls. Her ass felt so full she couldn’t have taken another inch. It didn’t take her long before she was completely relaxed and was able to hump back at me. She continued to work her ass back on my hard shaft until we came together.
Jim and Maria finished shortly after Sonya and I moved up to the head of the bed to watch them in action. I looked over at Jim and smiled, and then I told him that he did very well for his first time out, and that he would fit in very nicely in the lifestyle.
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Early the next morning we got up and went to breakfast, and then afterwards we returned to the rental house. We had another hot foursome, and then afterwards we sat and talked with the girls.
I told them about my plans for the parties, and then I told them what their duties would be in the house before, during, and after the parties.
They told me that they felt comfortable with my plans, so to make certain that they understood what it meant I had them both explain it back to me. Both women understood completely, and both were excited about it. They wanted to live in America, and they were ready for anything we had planned, up to and including sex with us.
We spent the full two months in Mexico, and Jim and I had sex with a lot of different women. When we found a beautiful woman that excited us, we gave her the same opportunities that we afforded Maria and Sonya. We found five other Mexican women before we ended our vacation, and each one was equally gorgeous, and had the bodies much like those of models.
Before I could make my final decision, I had to try them out one more time, to make certain they were as good as I wanted them to be. So one by one, we broke the women in properly.
Before we returned to the states, I told them that I would get their work visas and return to pick them up in six to eight weeks. By then my house would be completed, and they could move there instead of staying at a motel until it was ready.
CHAPTER 5
After we returned from Mexico, we tried to bring our lives back to a normal routine. I spoke with the contractor the day after we got back, and he informed me that since the weather had been so nice, they were nearly two weeks ahead of schedule. Even with the new time frame for the completion, I’d still have more than enough time to get the visas together and pick up our house girls before our move in date.
Since I’d be moving in the mansion soon, I asked Jim to go with me while I shopped for furniture to fill the house. We spent nearly the full three weeks that was left before I had all that I needed. The furniture would be delivered within forty-eight hours after I called and gave them my move in date.