Chapter Four
Mercia and Brett were inside the first bedroom off the corridor upstairs, and Brett watched Sarah disappear into the one next door with Corbin. He was a little apprehensive, but then he looked inside the room, at Mercia who seemed more beautiful in the now-fading daylight than he had ever seen her be. He had watched her at events, and he could not lie, there had always been a curiosity about her. Now he had the opportunity to explore this curiosity.
Mercia was a little nervous, and she sat on the bed, not sure what to do. There was an awkwardness about the moment that made Brett laugh. “Don’t worry,” he said, “My wife’s next door with your husband!”
She laughed, and then relaxed a little. “This is strange, isn’t it?” She asked suddenly, not sure really what to say to the man she hadn’t shared more than a greeting with in the past.
“It is, but it’s a nice strange. And we all agreed not to speak of this once we leave here. So really, it will be like it never happened.” Brett approached her on the bed, knowing that he would have to make the first move. He hadn’t made a move on a woman since his wife, and this felt as strange for him as it was uncomfortable for Mercia.
He ran a finger along her delicate cheeks, and then moved his fingertip over her lips, back and forth. She parted her lips and took the finger into her mouth, just the tip at first, but then the entire digit had disappeared between her lips. As she sucked on his finger he hardened considerably, visibly too, so that Mercia was taking off his belt now. When his pants dropped to his knees, his straining erection against his boxers was too inviting to her so that she was quickly pulling down these shorts too.
Brett laid her on the bed after helping her out of her dress. Then he rid her of her underwear before taking what was left of his clothes off too. With both of them now naked, seeing each other for who they really were, there was no turning back, and Brett found Mercia’s mouth with his as he sent a single finger deep into her quivering love-pot. She was wet, and the more he fingered her, the wetter she became. His cock was also dripping precum now, so that he knew that he needed to be inside her.
When he mounted her, sending himself all the way into her with the gentleness of an angel but the intensity of its opposite, Mercia gasped, never having had anyone else inside her since she said I do. As they started to fuck, Brett’s strokes growing in intensity and passion, Mercia was very glad that it was Brett’s card that her name was written on.
Corbin watched Sarah as she undressed, and Sarah watched him. She knew that her own husband had quite a cock on him, and she was determined not to draw comparisons. When Corbin rid himself of his underwear though, she was surprised almost by how similar his dick was to Brett’s. Except for a little curve, it could just as well be her husband who was about to fuck her. As Corbin came to where she was standing naked near the bed, for a moment she was anxious. Then she remembered that she had her husband’s permission, and so she gets on the bed.
Corbin put his mouth on her breasts first, sucking hard. He pulled the nipples between his teeth as he sent a finger into her, feeling around for her g-spot. Finding it, he started to press hard against it with his fingertip, bringing his mouth up to hers now, kissing her with a passion that belied the true nature of the circumstance. Sarah was kissing him back too, her hands moving up and down his back as he pressed harder still on her spot. She felt like she could cum at any moment, but then Corbin slowly slipped this finger out of her, only to return it once she had recovered from her need to cum.
He pulled a very intimate orgasm from her and then pulled his finger from her slowly. He moved his mouth off her and placed this finger in his mouth. After sucking on it hard, he positioned himself on top of her, primed for entry. He didn’t go into her immediately though, just teasing her hole with the possibility of his curve. Then he started to edge his way inside her, slowly, a millimeter at a time it seemed, and Sarah closeed her eyes as he once again found her mouth with his.
Corbin’s thrusts couldn’t be more different than Brett’s. Sarah stopped trying not to make comparisons, because this situation lent itself to the exercise. He fucked her in long strokes, sending all of himself into her and then pulling most of himself out. Each long stroke ended with a circular twist, first to the left, and then to the right. She started to lose herself to these strokes, thoughts of her husband fading into the background as Corbin confirmed over and over again that it was him, and not Brett who was fucking her right now.
When Sarah opened her eyes again she saw that Corbin was looking at her, smiling. She didn’t ask why, returning the smile. This might have been uncomfortable for her if he did not seem to have the deepest respect and appreciation for the pussy that he was now being afforded the pleasure of devouring. He made the conscious decision to be gentle, and to savor every moment. As he did this, as he enjoyed every part of Sarah’s depths, she too could not hide the fact that she too was enjoying each and every intrusive, penetrative stroke from his love-muscle.
Chapter Five
Lex got down to his boxers and Eliza was still nowhere near undressing. She just watched him, and the anxiety made its way to her face. Lex wanted to say something to make her comfortable, but he realized that nothing he said now would have this effect. She had to come to him, and surrender to him, or else this was not going to work at all. She seemed braver downstairs in the living room, and he knew that Trudy must have Henry in her mouth already. Why won’t Eliza just let herself go and enjoy this rather convenient turn of events?
Eliza started to work on her dress at last, struggling though with the zipper. Lex came to her and helped her, seeing that she was shaking. He wanted to ask her if she was going to go through with this, he wanted to give her an out. But he really wanted to fuck her, and he thought that if he just gave her an opportunity, she would go running for the hills. He just pulled the zipper down and helped her out of the dress. Then he worked on her bra, and she let him, so that he thought that he was at least in with a chance.
She looked down at his boxers when he was standing in front of her again, and saw his cock moving from side to side. It seemed to go from rock-hard to semi, the confusion of her own responses probably causing the uncertainty of the snake. Then Lex was on his knees, pulling down Eliza’s panties. She wanted to hide herself, but it was too late. His mouth was on her so fast that she almost fell over. He started to suck on her clit, and then he split her lips apart with his tongue and went into her so hard that she had to hold onto his head to steady herself.
Eliza had never had a man want her so much, not since her first year of marriage. It was nice, and she started to relax into it and enjoy it. It was such a wonderful experience that she let herself go completely and surrendered herself to Lex’s powerful tongue. He licked the inside of her cunt so completely that even when she had cum, there was no trace of this orgasm because all the goo had been lapped up into his mouth.
Lex stood up now, pulling his shorts off as he rose to his feet. He lifted her off the ground and placed her face down on the bed. Then he parted her legs, and went into her from behind. He sent his hands underneath her, wrapping his arms around her breasts, and proceeded to fuck her with the passion and intensity of a twenty-year-old. She was really enjoying it too, but thoughts of Henry kept on creeping into her head. She tried to dismiss them but it was impossible, and as Lex rammed more and more of himself into her, she could not help but think of her own husband inside Trudy.
Trudy was more aggressive than any of the other women, testament to this given by her personality. She got Henry’s clothes off, and then her own. She pushed him down on the bed and started to lick his balls, almost ignoring the massive cock resting on her forehead. She took his balls into her mouth, moving her tongue over the entire surface of his sack. Then she freed the balls from her mouth and licked them lightly, again covering as much of the surface as possible.
When she eventually placed her tongue on his shaft Henry was really excited. Her hair had come undone, and fram
ed her face wildly. Redheads have never done it for him but there was just something about this particular redhead that did. She licked his shaft from the base to the head, and then wrapped her mouth over the perfectly circumcised dome. As she worked his cock all the way into her mouth, he started to moan, and she knew that she had him where she wanted him. It was Henry actually who had Trudy where he wanted her, mouth wet and willing on his rock-hard member.
Then she was kissing him on his chest, finding his nipples under the soft curls there. She sucked hard on these hard nibs, and then she flicked her tongue across them fast. Then she was on his neck, kissing hard, sucking as hard so that he was sure that she will leave a mark. She intended to. Then she found his mouth with her own and kissed him, adjusting herself on top of him until she could feel his hardness between her legs, knocking against the places she wanted to let him into. She sent a hand around herself and held his cock in place, easing him into herself slowly.
Trudy brought herself up slowly to sitting, settling herself on his cock completely. She reached for his hands and put them on her breasts. As she started to grind herself against his cock, he squeezed on her breasts, pulling the mounds almost completely off her chest. She loved it, loved the hardness of his touch, the aggression of every tug. She ground herself harder and harder against him, and Henry let out several loud moans. Then she too was moaning as she approached the point of no return.
This was so wild, so unlike the lovemaking Henry had grown accustomed to with his wife. He liked it, but he loved his wife more. As Trudy moved on him, pulling his cock in every direction with the powerful muscles between her legs, he was enjoying it. But his own thoughts were on Eliza and Lex, and he hoped that there weren’t things that Lex was doing to her that he would not be able to repeat later. Trudy brought herself to one, and then two orgasms. Then she turned them over so that Henry wass on top of her, parting her legs and allowing him to bring himself to his own end.
But that was two years ago. And now they all had gold leaf invitations to another party. They had never been to another one all together again, and they didn’t know that tonight they would be at the same soiree. As they all got ready, tonight’s event at a house that Corbin developed, Brett was wondering, as were the others, just who will be on offer tonight!
Chapter Six
As they walked into the party, they were surprised to see each other there. This was the biggest party yet too, where usually there were four, maybe five couples, there seemed to be at least twenty. Everyone sort of knew each other now, actually they all knew each other intimately, having been coupled at previous events. Now that they were all in the same space though, there was a little bit of an uncomfortable vibe.
The intimacy of previous events made it easier, now they were all just thrown together it seemed, a real free-for-all, with no gold cards to tell them who went with who. The question on everybody’s mind though, a question that they have asked themselves quietly for the past two years, but nobody ever tried with real verve to get the answer to, was just who it was that organized these events.
Brett found Corbin and pulled him aside. He looked at him, the man who has since become his best friend, but he didn’t know just how to ask him what was on his mind. “Corbin, this guy seems to have a liking for your houses. Are you sure you don’t know who it is?” He looked to see if Corbin would flutter in his response. The property man didn’t flinch, adamant that he knew nothing of this man.
“All I do is build the houses, I don’t sell them.” He left Brett to his thoughts and went to get a drink and find his wife.
Brett looked around at the many couples here tonight. His eyes lingered on some of the women, imagining what he would do to them if he got them alone. He saw Sarah doing the same thing with the men. But they had a rule, and they stuck to it, for the most part. Only at these events did they indulge their interest in other people. Outside of this situation, they were fully committed to each other.
There was something different about tonight, and Brett just could not put his finger on it. It made him a little uncomfortable, and he looked at Sarah occasionally, thinking that he might ask her to leave, but every time he caught her, she was in a conversation with a man and she seemed to be enjoying herself. He tried too, to strike up a conversation with a few women, but his heart wasn’t in it. It never was, though, but his head was playing tricks on him. It was a safe bet to say that his head, and not his heart, just wasn’t in it tonight.
“Do you feel like we’re being watched?” he asked Sarah when he got her alone.
“We’re always being watched. Isn’t that what the guy said to you on the phone during that first phone call?” Sarah was as practical as her husband, more so when he was frazzled by something. And Brett was really uneasy about something tonight.
“I know, but do you feel eyes on you tonight?” Brett pressed.
“I don’t even think about it, so no, I don’t feel any eyes on me. I never do. I thought we decided not to question it, to just come here, have fun, and then go home and get back to our lives?” Sarah was short with her husband, not because she was irritated. She just knew that once he was on to something he was like a dog with a bone, and he just wouldn’t let it go.
“I don’t feel it, not tonight. Usually there is the sense that Big Brother is watching, you know, but tonight there is nothing!” Brett sounded like he really needed Sarah to hear what he was saying. So she got them two more glasses of champagne, looked at her husband, and shrugged.
“And what do you think that means?” she asked, knowing that he just needed to be humored for a while and then he would eventually start to relax.
Brett looked around, sipping his champagne but not really, looking over the rim of the glass at the crowd. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but tried to find anything out of place. He saw nothing though, counting and recounting the people, seeing that everyone was really still a couple, men and women in equal parts. Still, he did another head count.
“I think he’s here, among us. I haven’t seen him yet, but I’m sure of it. That is the only reason I can think of that he will not be watching us from a distance. I know the feeling of being watched, and this feeling is distinctly missing from tonight. I asked Corbin…” Brett started, before Sarah chipped in.
“Asked him what? This was supposed to be hush hush, and we’re not supposed to speak about it away from the party. What did you ask him, and where?” Sarah was whispering now to her husband, almost as though if anybody heard what he had done they would be summarily evicted from the festivities.
“Don’t worry, I asked him here, just now. I just wanted to know if he really had no idea who this guy was. This is the fifth house that we’ve been to the Corbin built. Don’t you think that’s strange?” Brett was looking around again as he asked this question.
“Honey, Corbin designed and built most of the houses in the neighborhood. He even built our house. So it’s probably just a coincidence. Now drink your champagne and just try to relax!” Sarah was done with this topic!
Chapter Seven
Alec Jones walked into the party and everyone took a minute to take him in. He wasn’t someone they’ve seen around before, and he was conspicuously alone. He was tall, almost too tall, that some of the jocks in the house felt more than a little intimidated. They wondered who he was, but nobody dared approach him. The code was still in place, and if you did not want people to know who you were, you were not obliged. They seemed to all be comfortable with this don’t ask don’t tell policy.
Brett was talking to a brunette who seemed suddenly distracted be someone behind him. He knew that this was a risk with this new way of playing the game, but still he couldn’t help but turn to see who his competition was. When he spotted Alec he knew suddenly that this was the mastermind behind these parties. Something about the way he carried himself just screamed ‘I did this shit!’
He looked around for Sarah, spotting her in a corner with another oil man, actually the heir t
o an oil fortune, and he walked to her. He could see that she too was looking at this tall beefy stranger who was suddenly among them, and he needed to get to his wife quickly. When he did, it took a minute for her to realize that her husband was standing next to her trying to get her to listen to him.
“That’s him, I tell you!” Brett said, his words falling on deaf ears though. Where all the other men are wearing various versions of the same shirt, some with jackets, some with the sleeves rolled all the way down like they were going to a business meeting, Alec had his shirt rolled up high on his forearm, revealing interesting tribal tattoos that made you think more of a wrestler then an heir.
He didn’t exude wealth the way the others did, but something about the way he carried himself let you know that he was loaded.
“Sarah, are you listening to me?” Brett asked again when he realized that she wasn’t even looking at him.
“Yes I am, what did you say…” she asked, catching herself out in a lie that she really didn’t have to tell. It’s not just Sarah too, but all the women, much to the frustration not only of their real partners, but every man who had his eye on them.
“I think that’s the guy!” Brett said, sounding surer of himself.
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