Most of my stories are 100,000 plus words long. I have to break them down into chapters for the site. To do that and get equal erotic scenes is sometimes both difficult and impractical to do. So I apologize for this Chapter not having the sexy goodness the rest of the chapters will contain, but this is a must-read to be able to follow.
It's a story about Kevin and his wonderful, sexy wife, Christina. They are an average mid-aged couple. Kevin is 47, and Christina has just turned 46 but let me tell you, she doesn't look a day over 35. She gets her good genes from her mother, who at 64 could easily pass for her older sister.
Truly her mother Lorraine is stunning, as is her younger sister Samantha. Still, they are polar opposites. Samantha, at just 39, doesn't have her shit together at all, with one failed marriage and another one on the way. She is like a tornado causing chaos and wreaking havoc wherever she lands. But that's a story for another time.
They have two grown children attending college, and Kevin had just been promoted to Regional President for the West coast. Something he had never expected. He is currently the VP of sales for the East Coast. So it was a big jump up the ladder for a VP. Still, it was a welcome challenge.
The problem was it would mean moving across the country and setting up a home in a new state. That would mean Christina would be a long way from the kids and her mum, who was on her own after her husband had passed away from prostate cancer three years ago.
Christina was excited about the change; she was ultimately over her job and all the office bullshit as she had put it. So after much discussion with the rest of the family, they decided to move. Besides, this promotion would see Kevin through to retirement, and they could always move again later. He had always envisioned living by the coast buying a boat and spending his days on the beach or fishing.
They packed up the house and put it on the market before heading across the country to a new beginning. Work put them up in an expensive apartment complex until they found a house they liked. That came sooner than they had thought, with Christina falling in love with a property on a golf estate within weeks of being in the new location.
Our story:
While I was at work every day, Christina would scour the real estate market in the local area. I still remember arriving home from the office on the day that would change our lives forever, I think for the better.
Christina had found what she called the perfect house. It was on a leaflet in our mailbox. I had called her from the office to say I was on my way home. Christina told me she had a surprise for me and couldn't wait for me to arrive.
I arrived home but was met in the hall by our neighbours. Christina had made a plan to meet me at the door with nothing on but a see-through barbie doll nightie. Which surprised both myself and the neighbours, whom I was in conversation with outside our door. She flung the front door open, throwing her arms in the air in a "ta-da" type moment, exposing her naked pussy. Only I wasn't alone.
The look on both Jean and Bobs faces as Christina rush to shut the door again was priceless.
Bob just smiled and me and said, "I think you're required inside. Try and keep the noise down; this is a respectable building."
He laughed out loud until Jean jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. I laughed and bid them a good evening.
I entered the apartment, and we both burst out laughing, Christina's face was beet red from embarrassment, but she saw the funny side of it. I took her in my arms, and Christina kissed me passionately.
"Wow, flashing yourself at the neighbours has got you all hot and bothered"
"Oh My God, I thought you were in the hall on the phone. How embarrassing. Don't be ridiculous; they wouldn't have seen anything; it all happened so quickly."
"Nonsense, when you had your arms in the air this barely-there nightie rose way above you beautiful shaved pussy, both Bob and Jean got a perfect look at your sexy body."
I slid my hand slowly down between our bodies, my index and middle fingers slipping quickly into her hot wet pussy.
"Mmmmm, oh God, that feels sooo good," she moaned.
"Wow, your pussy is dripping wet."
Christina once again forced her tongue hungrily into my mouth, grinding her bald wet pussy against the palm of my hand. I slid my dripping fingers from her pussy and bought them up to her mouth, and she hungrily sucked them clean.
Picking her up, I carried her across the room. Putting her down in front of the large window of our apartment.
The window overlooked the garden lawn area of the complex and the other block of apartments on the other side. I grabbed her barbie doll nightie by the bottom and pulled it over her head.
Now naked, I pushed her slowly down on her knees in front of me. She immediately began to undo my suit pants as I took off my jacket and undid my shirt.
Once my pants were undone. Christina pulled them down along with my boxers. My cock was already rock hard; it sprung free, hitting her in the chin. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking its length before engulfing it in her mouth.
Now it was my turn to moan aloud as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. She grabbed my bare arse cheeks with both hands. Pulling herself down on my cock until her nose rested against my pelvis.
With my hands on my hips, Christina fucked her mouth with my cock. She had long strands of saliva hanging from her chin as she tried desperately to drain my balls down her throat. But I had other ideas and pulled away from her.
I wanted to punish her pretty little pussy for being so naughty and flashing the neighbours. Pulling her up, I spun her around, with her face and tits now pressed up against the glass window; I pushed her feet apart with my foot. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her dripping wet cunt lips; before thrusting deep inside her.
"OH FUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE OOOOOHHHHH."
"So you're a dirty little exhibitionist now, are you?"
"No, It was an accident, I swear."
"Liar, you heard me talking, you knew they were there, you wanted Bob and Jean to see you big firm tits and your hot, little shaved cunt didn't you?" I said, thrusting my cock into her hard and fast.
"OOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUCKING GOD SOOOOOO GOOD"
I had Christina by the hips and was thrusting into her with a vigour I hadn't had in a long time. The truth be told, knowing Bob and Jean had seen my usually conservative wife naked had made me horny as hell.
"Just admit it, my horny little slut wife likes men leering at her sexy body."
"OOOOOH GOOOOD YESSSSSS, ALRIGHT I LIKE MEN LOOKING AT ME NAKED"
"I bet someone is watching you right now, with your tits pressed up against the window and having your cunt fucked from behind. I bet they are watching you and stroking their hard cocks thinking about fucking this sloppy wet pussy after I have finished with it."
"OOOOOOOOOH YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS FUUUUUUUUUUCK ME FUCK MY LITTLE SLUT PUSSY OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH GOD YEEEESSSSSSS FUUUUCKK MEEEEEE."
Christina's knees buckled, and she collapsed, sliding off my cock just as I erupted. The first jet hit the glass window, the second hit Christina on the side of her face, and the rest dribbled out onto her back and legs.
Christina was lying in a heap on the floor, a quivering mess out of breath and exhausted. I watched in delight as her legs quivered as mini aftershock orgasms coursed through her body.
I hadn't seen Christina cum so hard since the first few years of our marriage. And I began to wonder if I had been neglecting her sexual need over the last decade. I had become a bit of a workaholic in the previous few years after becoming VP at the company.
I looked down at Christina as she began to stir; looking up at me, she just smiled and said. "Wow, where did that come from? My God, I thought you were going to break me in two the way you pounded me. I haven't cum like that since..........I can't remember ever cumming that hard, but I loved it"
"No, my either the thought of someone else seeing you naked and wanting to fuck you certainly got me going, that's for sure."
"Be a love and grab me your shirt, please I want to cover up before I stand up in front of the open window."
I looked at her with a quizzical look on my face.
"Do you really think it will make a difference, darling? I just spent the best part of the last 10 minutes fucking you silly up against the glass. I think the moment of modesty has long sailed."
I pointed down to my now deflated cock as a long droplet of cum hung off the tip
"I mean, really honey, look at me standing here buck naked. If someone was going to be watching, they have already seen the main feature show."
I reached down and took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. She immediately hugged me. Looking up into my eyes, she just smiled.
"You are right, of course. It just my silly modesty kicking in. Thank you. God knows I needed a good seeing too. Oh, I almost forgot I have a surprise for you; I found us the perfect house."
"Oh really, that's great. When can we see it?"
"I have made an appointment for this Saturday morning; it's on the Desert Springs country club estate."
"Hmm, well, that sounds wonderful, but I'm sure there are a few neighbours that are going to miss you around here!"
"Like who? We have only been here a month, we hardly know anyone, and we certainly aren't close to anyone!" She said.
I had a massive grin on my face as I turned Christina around to face the window again and cupped both her breast in my hands; I twisted her thick brown nipples.
"Well, I'm sure that old guy right over there on that balcony furiously jerking on his fat cock and the other guy over there giving you the thumbs up are definitely going to miss us now."
Christina shrieked out loud and desperately tried to cover herself as she pulled away from me and ran for the cover of the kitchen.
"Oh my God, I can't believe you didn't tell me! You knew they were watching all this time."
I just laughed and followed Christina to the shower. We had sex in the shower and again two more times that night. I could tell Christina had gotten turned on being watched. I wondered if secretly she enjoys being naked and exposing her naked body to others.
It was something I planned on exploring some more because the sex afterwards had been fantastic. a And it's been a long time since I had gotten it up four times in one day.
The rest of the week flew by as I had finally started to settle in at my new position as Regional President. It certainly was different from my previous position of local area VP, in a place I had worked at for nearly 20 years.
Everyone here was new to me except a few sales reps. The position carried a lot of weight, but I had a lot of responsibilities.
The staff could not do enough to help make my transition go smoothly and get me up to speed with everything.
Especially Anita, my Personal assistant, it would have been a nightmare if not for her.
It was Friday afternoon, and some of the sales guys were in my office having a drink before we took off for the weekend. I had known the head sales guys for a while and had often interacted with them as part of my last position.
So I wasn't surprised when they filled me in on all the comings and going on in the office. They went out of their way to tell me which girls they thought were easy lays and who was fucking who. The biggest surprise came when they told me, Anita, my PA, was one of the dirtiest of them all, which I found very hard to believe.
"Come on, guys, I don't believe that for a second, she has been nothing but utterly professional with me. And she hardly dresses how you have described her. So which one of you can back that up with some evidence?"
"Don't be fooled by her professional appearance according to Jim (the outgoing President) he hand-picked her because........... how did he put it. Oh yeah, she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose."
The guys all laughed. I didn't join them. In the month I had been here, Anita had been the most significant asset to me. And I saw her as nothing but a blessing to the amount she had done to get me settled in.
There was a soft knock on the door, Anita entered the room, and all the guys went deadly silent.
"If it's alright, I will be heading home. Mr Sullivan, is there anything else I can do before I leave."
One of the Guys, a very tall black man named Barry, not in Anita's immediate view, mimicked the gesture for getting a head job to me. I just frowned at him.
"Anita, please, I've asked before, don't be so formal; you can call me Kevin. I'm fine; you can go home, have a great weekend. I'll see you bright and early Monday morning."
"Well, boss, you may be seeing Anita before Monday."
I held my breath, hoping he wasn't going to say something crude that would make it awkward for us all.
"Kevin is going over to the country club this weekend to take a look at a house over there, Anita."
"Anita here is a top dog over at the country club estate."
"I wouldn't say I was top dog Gary, but yes, my husband is the club President, and we have a house on the estate. I'm also the President of the woman's social club.....But the only house for sale on the estate is Jim Denver's house!"
"Yes, my wife Christinwill, I will be at the club around 10:00 to look at a place, then we were planning on staying for lunch as well."
"Oh, that's great, if you don't mind, I'm very close to the Estate Agent out there. Would you mind if I join you both on the home inspection? It would give me an excellent opportunity to get to know your wife; then, you can be my guest for lunch. I can introduce her to all the ladies in the social club."
"Yes, of course, Anita, that would be amazing, but don't get too excited; we haven't even looked at the house yet."
"Kevin, I have absolutely no doubt you will both fall in love with the house. It's a fantastic property. I can personally assure you that you will get a great bargain. As Jim is a very motivated seller now, he has already purchased a place in Naples, Florida."
"Well, I guess I will see you tomorrow then," I said to her.
"Great, ok, see you tomorrow, goodnight."
No sooner had the door shut, and the guys all started carrying on again.
"As I said, you guys have got it all wrong. She is a lovely young lady. Although not sure how much she will have in common with my wife, there's quite an age gap between them."
‘You will be eating his word. Trust me, because Anita is a similar age to your wife, Kev. Christina is only mid 40's right?"
"Yes, she just turned 46 before we moved out here."
Barry piped in his 2 cents worth.
"My friend money talks, bullshit walks, the word is Anita is closer to 50 than she is 40 even though she looks 30. The word is she has had a lot of work done over the years like we have been trying to tell you she is not the woman you think she is. I think you and Christina are going to enjoy yourselves out at the country club estate we know Jim did."
"What does that even mean, Barry?"
Again they all started laughing, and I began to wonder if I was going to be the brunt of some sort of joke.
"There is far more to that country club than an estate, and a golf course, believe you and me."
I'm sure they were trying to wind me up. But I certainly was curious about Anita now and the country club. We finished up our drinks and all headed home.
Saturday morning came, and I explained to Christina that Anita would be joining us on the house inspection. Then we would be her guest for lunch, and she had plans to introduce her to some of the club's members wives.
My wife is the only person I know that can be elated one second and stressed about the same thing the next. Apparently, while glad to meet some other women, she was worried about what to wear.
She eventually came out of the bedroom in a vivid yellow, semi-formal outfit, which finished on the cusp of her knees, but rose up her thigh three inches when she sat down. The yellow colour V neckline dress was a fantastic contrast to her jet black hair and emerald green eyes. The dress emphasized her large breast perfectly but not over the top slutty looking. She had matching sheer white lingerie on underneath and a pair of yellow 3" pumps which made her legs look amazing.
You would have thought she was going to a formal event not to look at a house. I wore a pair of slacks and a collared polo shirt.
"Wow, you look incredible, darling, but you do know we are just going to look at a house and have lunch, right?"
"Typical man, you have no idea what is going to happen today! Do you? For you, it might just be a house walk around and a couple of beers with the boys at the bar talking about golf or football."
"For me, it's so much more. The minute I step out of the car, I'm going to be judged by every other woman there. Especially your PA Anita, they will judge me on my clothes, hair, makeup, shoes, bag and everything else in between. It's terrifying, so I need to get it right to make a good impression."
"Wow, I had no idea it was so tough to be a woman. But I do hope someone gets the opportunity to judge you on that sexy lingerie I saw you put on earlier."
I said as I gave her a gentle slap on the arse.
"Oh, you would like that, would you? Then maybe I should give a random stranger a look."
She said somewhat playfully. We headed to the parking garage, and I punched the address into the cars GPS, and we were away.
But I couldn't help notice that Christina's dress had slipped relatively high on her thighs as she had climbed in the company supplied Audi Q8. It was only then I realized she was wearing lace top stay-ups and not pantyhose as I had thought.
I placed my hand on her leg just under her dress on the bare skin of her thigh. This caused her to look down and realize her stocking tops were showing.
"Do you approve?" She asked me, looking across with a naughty smile on her face.
"Oh yes, daddy likes," I said as I slid the hem of her skirt up higher to expose her sheer white thong panties.
Christina opened her legs a little further so I could rub little circles around her now prominent clit. Her panties became instantly wet, making them even more transparent.
She laid her head back, a small moan escaping her lips as she closed her eyes. My fingers pushed her panties a little deeper into her soaking wet pussy, and her legs instinctively spread even wider.
It was about then the car ran off the verge of the road. I corrected it immediately but realized I couldn't drive and play with my wife's pussy simultaneously.
Christina's eyes had flown open as the tyres hit the gravel on the side of the road. She pushed my hand away.
"Hey, watch the road. You know men can't do more than one thing at a time."
Christina flashed me a wicked smile then proceeded to lift her butt off of the seat. She reached under her dress and slid her tiny panties down her legs. She slipped her shoes off her feet and put her stocking clad feet up on the dash.
Then she proceeded to rub her slick wet pussy lips, sliding them up between her finger, holding her fingers together; it trapped her clit between them. She used all her juices as lube as she masturbated her clit, sliding her fingers up and down.
This was the single most exciting thing I had ever seen my wife do during our marriage. My cock was straining against the front of my slacks, so hard it was making my cock hurt.
With her eyes closed and her legs splayed open from her knees, she began to moan aloud while her fingers slid faster and faster over her clit. I could hear her pussy making squelching noises as she became wetter and wetter, our SUV is a little off the ground, so other people in cars couldn't see what was going on in my passenger seat.
But it wasn't as tall as the jacked-up Dodge Ram I pulled up next to at the next set of traffic lights.
There was about a car and a half, length in front of me and the lights. But I stopped back from the line to give the driver of the Ram a good show of my wife playing with her pussy. And he wasn't disappointed. Christina was now so invested in her pending orgasm she had no idea we had even stopped.
The young 20 odd-year-old driver and his two-passenger were now climbing over each other to look at Christina hot wet gash. They really loved the show, and so did I.
I couldn't remember ever being this hard in my life; my cock was painful; it was so hard. I check the rearview mirror, and there were no cars behind us, so when the light turned green, we didn't move. I could tell Christina was real close to cumming, and I wanted these three young guys to see it in all its glory.
I would love to have pulled up somewhere and watched them all fuck her. I had been having thoughts like that for a few years now. I was so horny I'm sure I would have let them have their way with her.
The driver rolled down his window to see better, and one of the passengers started to cheer Christina on, which bought her around to her senses again.
Great. I thought you have just ruined it for us all. But boy, was I wrong. As Christina's eyes opened and she realized she had an audience, her body began to shudder uncontrollably. And she squirted cum all over the dash and seat, something my wife was never able to do previously. If that wasn't enough. As her orgasm subsided, Christina looked the young guys right in the eye, bought her fingers up to her mouth, and sucked the juices off like she was sucking on a cock.
The car erupted in cheering and a lot of fuck yeah, that was amazing. I gassed it just as the lights changed back to yellow, and I sped across the intersection. Leaving the guys in the Ram revelling in getting to see a hot MILF playing with herself.
"Well, that was interesting." Christina finally said before reaching into the consul and pulling out a packet of wet wipes.
She hitched her dress up higher to not get it wet from her orgasm and began to wipe herself clean.
"Damn darling, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen! Better than any porn movie I have ever watched. God, I am so horny right now my cock feels like it's going to explode."
"I know. I can't believe how hot that was when I realized someone other than you was watching me. My pussy just exploded everywhere; it was by far the most powerful orgasm of my life. Thank God I had pulled my dress up off the seat, or it would have been ruined now. I didn't know I could even do that!"
"You are experiencing a lot of first lately. What's got into you? Don't get me wrong. I love the new you. You couldn't make me anymore happier if you tried"
"Challenge accepted, darling."
I didn't have time to respond to that comment. And I wasn't sure what it had meant or if Christina was just being playful. But I was turning into the country club drive, and as it was a gated community, there was also a security guard.
It was a short distance to the security hut. I looked over to see Christina lifted off the seat and wiping it with the wet wipe. So I slowed down to give her time to tidy herself up a little.
We arrived at the security hut just as she was shimming her dress back down over her bare arse. The big guy in the hut got up from his seat and, carrying a clipboard walked out to the car. He bent down, looking in the car, and a big grin spread across his face.
"Name please," he said, but I couldn't help notice he hadn't even looked at me. Curious, I turned my head to see what had him smiling. My eyes almost popped out of my head; Christina hadn't pulled her dress down at all. Her stocking-clad legs and bald pussy was on full display to this stranger.
"Sullivan, Kevin and Christina, we are here to look at a house for sale."
"Right here you are. You're on the list."
He couldn't stop looking at Christina. She had a very sly, seductive smile on her face. He leant back in the hut, which I assumed he pressed a button as the large iron gates start to swing open.
"Good luck with the house he said, leaning back in the window. It would be an absolute pleasure to have you folks living on the estate."
He then winked at Christina; this guy was openly flirting with my wife right in front of me. I couldn't believe it. Who was this woman sitting next to me?
"Who the hell are you? And what have you done with my wife?" I said to Christina.
Christina burst out laughing.
"I genuinely don't know what has come over me, but since I saw that older gentleman masturbating over me, I have just been insatiably horny. It's like I can't get enough; you would not believe how often I have masturbated this week. I've even done it sitting out on the balcony, openly spreading my legs using my rabbit on myself, hoping I'm being watched. I cum so hard, thinking someone is jerking off to me. God, I think I'm going crazy."
I sat and listened to while Christina was telling me. I couldn't believe my ears in all our years of marriage. I could count on one hand the number of times she has been horny enough to let me watch her masturbate.
She's just not that type of woman, she isn't a church mouse by any means, but she has never been so open with her body or been so comfortable in her own skin.
"Well, I can't believe the sudden change, but I'm certainly on board with it no matter where ever it leads us."
I thought about telling Christina my thoughts on watching the three young guys in the Dodge Ram fucking her using her holes how they saw fit. Just the thought in my head was making my cock begin to get hard again. Just as I had that thought, the GPS said we were arriving at our destination.
A very smartly dressed younger woman held a heap of paperwork in her arms next to a BMW in the drive, and I could see Anita just walking out of the house.
I couldn't help but notice Anita and what she had on. She was dressed entirely different than she does when at the office.
She had on a very short A-line skirt, which hugged her hips and arse. On top, she had a sheer black blouse and a very ornate black lace bra with lots of crisscross straps.
Her long wavy, auburn hair was down; it was extremely long, reaching halfway down her back. At work, it was always up in a bun or French roll. She looked stunning.
Christina pulled down her dress and slipped her stockinged feet back in her shoes as we pulled up the drive. She didn't have time to put her panties back on. I stopped the car, and Anita opened the door for Christina.
I watched as Christina struggled with swinging her legs around simultaneously step down and out of the Audi. We had never owned an SUV, and the height difference had her struggling in her tight dress.
I watched, as did Anita, as Christina pulled her dress up over her lace top stockings and stepped down. Once back on terra firma, she pulled her dress back down. The smile on Anita's face told me she had gotten to see a lot more than she should have.
Christina held out her hand to shake Anita's.
"That's way too formal. Please. Give me a hug; it's so lovely to meet you; finally, this is Helen, our estate agent, among other things, Helen, this is Kevin and Christina."
With the introductions done, Helen took Christina by the elbow and guided her towards the house. They were in deep conversation and had already entered the front foyer of the house when Anita touched my arm.
"Kevin, you never mentioned how beautiful your wife is. She is stunning; my goodness, she is going to fit right in around here, I can assure you."
"Thank you. Yes, she is quite the catch, too good for me, but what about you? You never let on that you were all of this; you are far more than just Anita, My PA."
I couldn't help but let my eyes roam down her body, especially her large firm breast. Even if they weren't real, they were still impressive. I never noticed them at work as she dresses very differently than she is now. Not wanting to overstep any professional boundaries, I simply stated that she looked lovely today.
We did the full tour of the house with Helen, then had a walk around on our own, we came down from upstairs, and Anita was waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs.
"Isn't it a magnificent home? I have sent Helen back to the clubhouse; she has some other things to do. Don't get me wrong, she is a wonderful estate agent, but this house is a little unique. Helen doesn't have the knowledge I do about this house and its history. So let me take you on the actual tour now; it's just us."
"Kevin, I have spoken to Jim, and he has very generously reduced the price a substantial amount. I told him it was you that might be interested. The sum is well below market value. There is a great deal more to this house than you have seen, but before I can show you I have been asked to find out if you a seriously interested in buying it?
I just looked at Christina, and she shrugged her shoulders. What more could Anita show us? We had been at the house for an hour we had already seen all the fantastic features it had to offer, what else could there be?
"Anita, it is a beautiful home, and I think I speak for both of us when I say we are certainly interested. We need to talk about this together in private and take some time to think about it. You haven't even mentioned the discounted price to me yet."
"I understand entirely. I didn't mean to pressure you into anything. I just know you will both be very, very happy here. There is more to this house that's what I want to show you. But I'm unable to unless you are genuinely interested."
"Anita, can you give us a minute, please? Christina and I should talk"
"Of course, take your time. I'll just step outside while you guys talk, come and get me when you are ready," Anita responded.
Anita took my hand and placed a folded piece of paper in it.
"What's is that?" Christina asked.
I took the paper, unfolded it, and was completely knocked over by what was written it. There was a monetary sum written on it, which in itself was a bit of a shock because it genuinely was way below the market value for such an amazing home. It wasn't just the dollar figure. it was the big red lipstick kiss on it with the words written under it which read ( this house comes with a very special entitlement which requires you to both be involved in, which I can promise, you and Christina will love)
I handed the note to Christina; as she read it, she gasped out loud.
"You're kidding. That is cheaper than the advertised price. But what is the lipstick kiss and the cryptic message all about? I don't care; I love this place; I love this house. Let's say yes and buy it. You already know it's a bargain." Christina said.
"That's the problem, Christina. It all seems too good to be true. I have been a businessman all my life, and this price just isn't good business."
We walked outside and joined Anita near the crystal clear pool.
"Anita, we are interested in the home, but as your boss, you must realize I'm only in my position now because I make great business deals. But the price you gave me makes absolutely no business sense.
So you must understand I'm very hesitant to sign a contract unless I know what I'm getting into. What is its special entitlement? And what do we have to be involved in? It's all very cryptic."
"I guess I better come clean with you, Kevin. I haven't exactly been completely honest with you both. This house isn't on the open market for sale. It is for sale but only for suitable applicants. Christina, how did you find this house in the first place?"
"It was on a flyer in our mailbox; why?" Christina answered.
"Because the flyer was placed there on purpose. No one else in your apartments block got one. When Jim knew he was retiring, he wanted someone he could trust to take his place. Kevin, Jim has known you for many years. And he had met you, Christina, on a couple of occasions at different corporate dinners and award ceremonies, and your striking beauty and fabulous body appealed to him."
"Anita, let's just stop there. What has any of this got to do with the house? I'm at a loss here to understand."
"I'm trying to explain, so please hear me out; it will all make sense shortly. Jim recommended you for his replacement as West coast division President and wanted you to both enjoy all the perks and extras that go along with living on this estate. Hence the price reduction and the secrecy about getting you here to look at it.
Like I said, this home has much more than you can see on the surface. Jim's late wife, Pamela's parents, were one of the founding members of the estate, and this house is one of the original houses built by its founding members. After Pamela passed away last year with cancer, Jim decided it was time to move on and retire down in Florida.
He wanted you both to take over the reins of this exclusive club, which my husband Gill and I are also members of. So do you think you might be interested? Can we move forward, and I can show you the rest of the house?"
Again I looked at Christina to gauge her reaction, which was the same as mine. Just what in Gods name is Anita talking about? We have seen the house. There was nothing left to see.
"Oh to hell with it, Anita, I'm in; we are in our best years now; it's time to experience new things and meet new people. Kevin, what do you say? Take a leap of faith. Things are just getting interesting in our lives again. Let's keep the momentum moving forward," Christina Said to me.
"Oh well, I guess you have your answer, Anita, sure; let's do. It's a beautiful home, and I plan on being here until retirement time, so we may as well be somewhere nice, in a friendly community," I said to Anita.
"I'm so glad you both feel that way. Now I can show you the rest of the home, just this way."
We followed along behind Anita as she leads us back inside the house and down a rather ornate and overly big staircase for a basement. If I was honest, the basement itself was disappointing as it was really on the small side for a house of these proportions. It was barely big enough to house the hot water and air conditioning system and some small cupboards.
But I was still baffled there was nothing left to see what were we doing back in the basement? Anita opened one of those cupboards and typed a passcode into a keypad inside. There was a clanging noise, and then some electric motor started whirling then the entire wall in front of us slid away to reveal something that resembled a very upscale nightclub more than it did basement.
"Oh my fucking God."
We're the first thing to come out of Christina's mouth which is a big deal because she never swears, unless it during sex, then she tends to get very potty-mouthed.
I, on the other hand, was utterly speechless. This area was as big if not more extensive than the entire footprint of the house, the walls being decorated in red velvet and gold wallpaper.
There were massive red leather lounges all around the walls; the ceiling had beautiful Crystal chandeliers hanging down from it. The bar was huge, and it was fully stocked with every drink imaginable.
The centre stage was a massive dance floor, and that was just the beginning; it just went on and on. I could see rooms off to the left and the right; my head was in a spin.
"Anita, what is this place?" I asked her, still in shock.
"Kevin, Christina, welcome to one of the Desert Springs country club swingers club. Which you would manage once you take ownership of the house."
Now it was my turn to swear.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me, right; a swingers club are out of your fucking mind; it's right under the house."
"Kevin, please just hear me outcome and sit down. Can I get you a drink from the bar? Anita asked.
"Kevin, just relax, sit down and hear what Anita has to say because if I'm totally honest, I'm quite intrigued by the whole idea."
"Christina, you can't be serious. There would be a swingers club in our house. You're telling me that's something you would even consider."
Anita returned with two glasses of what I assumed was whisky.
"Yes, it is. I want to experience new things; being out here makes me feel free to be me. No more kids, no more, no more work just relax and have fun whatever form it comes in." Christina said, holding my hand.
"Kevin, I know you're a whisky man. I made it a double, and Christina, I wasn't sure, so I got you the same. Now let me explain how it all started and came to be."
"The original developers of the country club were all very close friends and all prominent, extremely wealthy businessmen. It was the late 50's, and they all belong to a naturalist resort in the Caribbean."
"But with the Cold War looming, they wanted something closer to home, so they bought this land with the idea to build their own naturalist resort and combine it with an international standard 36 hole golf course."
"Everything was on plan; the golf course had been developed first, along with the country club. As you will find out, it was built with the idea of a naturalist resort in mind, but as they began to develop the housing estate, JFK was assassinated."
"The political world was thrown into chaos. Which meant the local political stage also changed. Along with the state senator who had been on board with the project, he was also out."
"The new senator was unable to be talked or bought around to the idea of a naturalist club in the state. The whole thing looked like it was finished, but a plan was developed."
"The naturalist side of things simply went underground literally. This home is one of six on the estate with.....for want of a better word swingers club in its basement."
"Wait, what, are you telling me there are five more homes with basements like this one on the estate?" I asked Anita after hearing the story of why and how it had been built.
"Yes, that's precisely what I'm saying; my home is one of them. We took ownership of ours when my husband Gill retired from professional golf and became President of the club. Each one has a different theme; this particular one is modelled on a 60's gogo bar from the Vegas strip. Ours is based on a Roman bathhouse; then there are the others. Look, I know what you are both thinkings.
I'm pretty sure you don't. Anita, trust me." I said to her.
Hell, I didn't even know what I was thinking at this point. I was worried, however, about My new position at work and how all of this could affect that.
"Ok, I have a question how does all this remain confidential and secret, and how often will people congregate to fuck in my basement?" I asked her.
"Ah yes, good question. Membership to the club is $100,000 per annum, ensuring we only attract the most discrete members. But as a homeowner on the estate, you are automatically a club member. And yes, most people on the estate are participating members. The answer to the other question is, in theory, only twice a year formally."
Each of the six homes holds two special events a year of the host choosing. There is one formal party each month, but each host can hold events whenever they please. Jim and Pamela held weekly events mainly for a small group of people with a specific fetish. If you don't want to get involved in the sexual side of it, it's entirely up to you. It's your home; we only ask that you host the two events on the dates allocated to you."
I still wasn't on totally board with the whole idea. Yes, the aspect of having sex with other people was appealing. And simply thinking about getting to watch Christina being fucked by strangers was making my cock hard. But I was sure Christina would not want to be part of a hedonist group of swingers. That just isn't the person my wife is. I stood up, expecting to leave, which would be the end of it. But was I ever wrong?
"I'm in completely. I love the idea. You won me over when you said it was a naturalist resort. I'm so interested in other people seeing me naked lately; it just so appealing to me." Christina said with enthusiasm.
For the second time today, I was utterly blown away. I was beginning to think I knew absolutely nothing about my wife.
"Is that the reason you decided against wearing panties today, Christina?" Anita asked her.
"Well, actually, I had started out with them on, but then I had a little fun on the drive over, flashing three young guys in a pickup. I just didn't bother putting them back on. How did you know I had no panties on?" Christina asked Anita.
"Well, I got a little peek at your very pretty pussy as you were getting out of the car earlier," Anita confessed.
Christina Just smiled at Anita as she headed towards the rooms on the other side of the dance floor.
"Oh, I think your wife is going to fit in here on the estate perfectly, Kevin. So I take it you and Christina is an avid nudist then."
"No, not at all up until this week Christina was a very modest, almost prudish loving mother and wife. I don't know who that woman is at all."
Anita shot me a quizzical look.
"Something happened this week that has caused Christina to change a lot. Almost to a point, I don't even know her anymore."
Anita placed her arm on my shoulder as a type of reassurance.
"You know, Kevin, women all reach a point in their lives where they simply decide they are tired of routine and humdrum of being a mother and housewife. We look for ways to make life more exciting. It comes typically after all the kids have moved out or headed off to college for mothers. I'm sure she is still the same woman, just on a path of exploration to find herself," Anita said sympathetically.
Anita slid her arm around my waist, rested her hand on my arse cheek, then leaned in real close and whispered in my ear.
"Do you like the new Christina? I bet you do, and I'm sure you will enjoy a lot of things around here. Let your wife have some fun, and I guarantee you will love it."
Anita took my earlobe between her lips and kissed my ear. She squeezed my arse as she whispered to me.
I felt my cock immediately begin to harden. As I remember what the guys at work had said about a golf ball and garden hose, she then gave my cock a little pat before heading after Christina. Holy fuck, what was happening.
I decided to go with it, even if it was all so surreal. I headed to where the girls now were and couldn't believe all the different rooms and the apparatus that was in them.
I reached the girls; they were standing in the doorway of a room with a massive bed in the middle with all the walls and ceiling were covered in mirrors.
Realizing I was now by her side, Christina hugged and kissed me enthusiastically before saying, "Oh darling, I love it. Please tell me we will take it and become part of this wonderful community of close friends.
"Well, Kevin, Christina seems like she wants to be part of the club. What about you? Are you ready to start living a lifestyle of pleasure and enlightenment?" Anita said As Christina now hugged her.
I stood only feet away from two gorgeous women wrapped in each other's arms. One of them my wife, the other was my beautiful and sexy PA who only minutes ago squeezed my semi-hard cock with a promise of sexual delight. What choice did I have? My cock already getting hard just thinking about seeing my wife and Anita naked together, eating each other pussies. It indeed was one of those moments where I was thinking with my cock and not my head.
"Damn it, why not let's do it."
There was a shriek of delight as Christina kissed Anita on the cheek, then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth, making out in front of Anita.
Christina broke away from the kiss and said, "I love you more than you will ever understand. Thank you for doing this; you won't regret it, I promise. We are going to have so much fun here, darling."
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