Poly . . . What? Book 2

Poly … What? Book 2

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2026 by Robert Wolf

Preface to Book 2

My stories, including this one, often involve the establishment of highly sexual environments and the participation by more than just a few people, especially women in the protagonists life. So, be tolerant of the more than fifty people introduced in this novel and the sexual situations portrayed.

This is fiction, but based on experience, research, and fantasy. I don’t distinguish between them in my writing. There are many ‘usual’ tropes in erotic writing that appear. If you don’t like one, just wait for the next one to roll by.

Sexual situations in this novel are sometimes explicit and other times merely referenced in some way, such as in a conversation. Those explicit passages, although unmarked, can usually be skipped over by the reader. I have had comments that there is too much sex and also that there is not enough. What I end up writing is what strikes me at that moment.

There are multiple books to this series rather than one giant tome with a zillion words and pages. Although consistently told through the eyes and mind of the main protagonist, Luke Branson, other characters or events are often the main focus for a number of chapters.

Enjoy.

RW

Chapter 1 - House Guests

The pipe dreams that a few of us had about a large modern home replacing the three in a row that some of us lived in got as far as a computer-generated rendition that Linda printed out on crisp newspaper-size paper on a special printer that she used for her architectural work. It was in color, with the textures, landscaping, and water view emphasized. There was an inset showing the house from the back. It was beautiful. It meant every need we thought to express. It would turn the polyamorous family into a long-lasting place because everyone would have a home - a base - a physical anchor.

The dreamhouse would also cost about $4 million to build.

The best that the three families interested in the project could field was a fraction of that. Despite that, I framed the printout and hung it in a prominent place in our living room where we’d see it every day.

Ellie called the computer sketch the ‘vision board’. I’d never heard the term before. A vision board is a visual tool about goals, dreams, and intentions - basically a collage of images, words, and symbols that remind you what you’re aiming for in life. I wanted that new house and the polyamorous population inside so much I could almost taste it. I looked at it daily. I was supposed to take small steps to make my vision happen, but I wasn’t sure I knew what those were except to keep enlarging my business.

At the rate my business was expanding, I’d need another eighty years before I could afford that house and by then I’d be too old to enjoy it. I sighed and plodded on with business as usual.

* * * * *
Grace, Ellie’s mother, called daughter Ally to arrange to come to Florida so she could finally do a porn video with me. Ally and I set a date early in June that she could make. Grace wanted to stay with us, and Ellie teased me about what she really wanted was multiple opportunities for me to fuck her into some other orgasmic universe. Given how hot a MILF she was, I wasn’t against that idea.

Grace flowed back into our lives as though she’d never left for five months. Only seconds after her arrival at the house, we were making love in our bed, with Erin and her hot tongue in a supporting role. Grace liked the pixie, including for sexual activities between them. She liked having me fuck her while Erin set her pussy on Grace’s mouth to be eaten.

Grace did three videos; one a day with different co-stars that Ally had planned out. I was in one on Tuesday; the other two co-starred Darren and Brad. She and I did a simple mother-in-law seducing son-in-law video (too true). Ally estimated it would be about forty minutes after editing.

Ellie watched the afternoon of the videoing, and I kept checking with her whether she was okay. Ellie laughed - genuinely - and promised she was fine. “I felt that as a daughter, I should be here watching my mother get fucked by my husband as my sister takes the videos.” Yes, the relationships were complex but open and authentic … and humorous.

My mother-in-law left on the next Sunday for Portland, her hometown. We’d had fun and she got further reports about our lives, Ally and Ellie’s work, and other things important to her. She also got to attend one of our Saturday poly orgies and eagerly participated.

While she was visiting Megan and Linda came over and showed her their sketches of the ultimate house that Grace had originally suggested. She felt good that a random comment had gotten so far and sympathized about the overall cost. She was in no position to help.

* * * * *
I had a surprise call on my cellphone the first Sunday night in June. I normally wouldn’t answer a call that looked like spam, but something told me that this was different.

Jerry Mordous greeted with a cheery hello - my billionaire friend who I’d played bodyguard for at his Christmas gala six months earlier. Dee was on the call, too. I put him on speaker so Ellie could join in. I read a lot about him in the papers and on the Internet, but we hadn’t been in contact. I figured I was too ‘lowly’ to deserve consideration and he was obviously busy with his company AIGenZ.

Jerry greeted me with enthusiasm and then got a little timid. I put him at ease by recalling what good friends they’d been for us when Ellie, Amber, and I were working at his company’s holiday gala and IPO celebration in Dallas. The three of us had joined the couple for a couple of days of orgy between us. Jerry learned about us, the poly family, and fucked my two wives.

I told him that I’d kept hold of his company’s stock, which was the best investment I’d ever made. My $25,000 purchase had become worth over $600,000 in the six months since. I knew his worth had multiplied into multiple billions although like many tech moguls, he didn’t keep track of it.

Jerry perked up, “Yes, yes, we’ve been busy, as you might guess, and we’ve also seriously missed the two of you. We’ve found nobody like you, Ellie, and Amber around here. We have role played a couple of times and talked about our time together, and … well, we’d like to do that again and build more of a lasting friendship with you … that is, if you’re at all interested in some out-of-town friends-with-benefits. I know it’s been …”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I interrupted him. I was in awe that he’d called us and that he wanted an intimate relationship with us. “We’ve missed you, too. We told our friends here about you both and don’t worry, we’re very discreet. I knew you were hyper busy. I’ve seen lots of articles about you and AIGenZ. Do you want us to come to you? Are you able to make a weekend trip? What would be your pleasure?”

Dee responded into the phone for the pair. They were on speaker, too. “Yes, we were hoping you’d be free next weekend. We suddenly have the time open from all of Jerry’s business commitments. I need to get Jerry out of Dallas otherwise he’s going to burnout in his job. All he does is work, work, work - sixteen hours a day. I scheduled him to be away for non-work but didn’t have specific plans until just now if you can see us. Can we impose on your hospitality and visit. We’ll fly in Friday, stay over if you can put us up, and go back Sunday night or early Monday, if that works for you?”

“And?” I asked, curious about more specifics.

Dee said, “I want to visit with you, Luke. Amber told me last December about your Saturday gatherings and I remember Ellie confirming those as fabulous and erotic events. I hope you still do those, because we want … we need to attend, if you’ll have us. I expect this is highly presumptive but no guts, no glory.”

Ellie jumped into the speakerphone call. “Yes, we do them. Yes, you can stay with us, although our accommodations are pretty modest probably compared to what you’re used to, and stay as long as you can. Make our place your second home.”

Dee immediately asked, “We live quite modestly just like we used to, so don’t try to impress. That’s not wanted. I do need to ask about the dress code around your place for the various events?”

Ellie laughed, “Bring a ‘barely there’ bikini, forget the bra, and not much else. Weekends, we are ultra casual. The co-eds that live with us and I usually only wear a bikini bottom this time of year - and maybe one of Luke’s shirts - unbuttoned. The local dress code for guys is mostly athletic shorts and perhaps a tee. Bring sneakers or workout clothes and you want to use one of Luke’s gyms.”

Jerry and Dee carried on about how grateful they were to us for hosting them. I was a about pissing in my jeans that we were going to have house guests and one of them was a multi-billionaire. Holy sweet platypus.

We told the co-eds and our neighbors about Jerry and Dee’s visit, and Amber filled them in on more details and her experiences with the pair. We alerted everyone that would be at the Saturday night gathering. I gave some links to YouTube videos of Jerry talking about AI systems and their potential. I emphasized that neither wanted special treatment. I explained that they did want friendships and erotic relationships.

Jerry and Dee had 24/7 security when they were in and around Dallas, either at home or at work, together or apart. On the expectation that they’d be unknown around our area, for their visit to us they’d left that security behind.

I had been the security for the pair in Dallas, a laugh at best, I worried knowing they’d be unprotected. I only knew one member of the police force, and that was the caring detective that had worked with Erin when she’d been attacked by three thugs on the university campus - Detective Lieutenant Harlan Ross.

I talked to Harlan about the protection situation for Jerry, and he promised some help. I promised to absorb any costs. I didn’t want a ‘situation’. Harlan showed up at the house to do an inspection. I didn’t expect him but wasn’t surprised given our talk. He wanted to personally see our set up, where the billionaire and his wife would be staying, and size up the general area.

Harlan promised a well-labeled police car parked in front of the house with a uniformed officer inside, too. I noted that Harlan was armed. The car or one like it would remain in place over the entire weekend that Jerry and Dee were with us. Others would cruise by the house and probably chat with the one posted on our street. There would be other protection as well. The police didn’t want a situation either.

Jerry and Dee flew into town from Dallas on the Friday. He’d bought a ‘toy’ jet - a Gulfstream 650LR. I was even more impressed when I drove to the airport to pick up the two of them and got a brief tour of the posh jet.

Based on their call to us a couple of days earlier, Jerry and Dee had a pretty explicit agenda for their visit - fuck until they dropped and then relax. We’d followed the first part of that agenda with them months earlier in Dallas when Ellie and her company OI put on a large holiday and IPO gala. The IPO had turned Jerry and his company AIGenZ into a billionaire overnight. He was the only one I’d ever met or was likely to meet.

AIGenZ had continued to make money due to stock price rises. I had bought into pre-IPO stock for $25,000, and that had made me over a half-a-million dollars on paper within days. Jerry’s was one of the few artificial intelligence companies making real money, as opposed to betting on the future. Jerry told me, “If I can’t make money off the idea, and I mean selling it in some marketplace, then I’m not interested. The stock price is nice and guarantees me a soft landing, but I want to be making and doing something worthwhile now - not years from now.”

Dee insisted that I escort her to my bedroom as soon as we got back to the house from their arrival at the general aviation terminal at our local airport. She couldn’t wait.

I asked her, “Do I need protection?”

Dee shook her head as she started to remove her clothing. “No. Other than Jerry, you are the only man I’ve been with in the past year. Jerry hasn’t played around either. Being rich has seriously cut down on our ability to find fuck buddies. Actually, you three are as close as we’ve ever gotten. We are now A-listers on the Dallas scene and have to keep our noses stuck up our own butts and be purer than driven snow. This visit with you and your friends is so important to us - for our sanity and grounding.”

I gave my speech about ‘us’ being more than swingers and fuck buddies, and Dee threw herself into my arms. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t love you, Luke. I am not a slut, although I might like to be sometimes. I hope you don’t think of me as one … although, I have to admit that the previous interaction that I had with you in Dallas sure set me up as one. I was tipsy and had so much makeup on I had to remove it later with a pickaxe. I’d frosted my hair, too - a first. It made me look like a trollop and what I guess I’ve become - a trophy wife.”

“Whoa, Dee. I feel some strange emotions here. What’s wrong?”

Dee was quiet for a minute and even studied me. She was down to her bra and undies. Finally, she said, “I’m Jerry’s wife, but he has a mistress - specifically, his goddamn company. It’s my company, too. I work in the logistic area for them as the director. He’s got me putting almost as many hours as he does. I’ve been able to assemble a small team and that’s relieved me of the exclusive burden for company growth in my sector.

“Since we had sex together in Dallas - you and me, I mean - I bet I’ve only had sex with Jerry six times. He’s working like ALL the fucking time - me, too. I know there’s not another woman because that’d mean he had to take time off work - his sixteen hour days and full weekends.”

I slowly said, “So, this mini vacation?”

“I love Jerry, and I really do need to get him to act sane again. He’s terrible at delegating yet he’s brought in some of the best minds in the business to AIGenZ. I’m hoping this break; however, small will get him to recalibrate. I think he’s missed sex - with me, with anybody - but the company comes first.”

“And what about you?”

Dee laughed, “I need to be recalibrated, too - by you and the friends mentioned to me months ago. Make me more tolerant of Jerry. Give me some love, please.” The bra fell to the floor and she held out her arms for a hug.

I made my initial rendezvous with Dee as romantic and as loving as I could. She was wound up tighter than a spring. I started with a massage, first with her sitting in front of me so I could work on her shoulders, and then, after stripping her naked, a full body massage as she lay stretched out in front of me on our bed. I could feel the stress leaving her body the more I worked her over. Somehow, the massage became increasingly sexual. Dee squirmed around as my hands brought arousal to her. Her first orgasm from my fingering surprised her.

As we changed positions, I flipped on the bedroom TV and started some porn videos playing with the sound off. I wanted her to have some inspiration. I started to eat her out. Dee moaned. “Oh, God. I remember you are the best pussy eater in the world. You did that to me in Dallas and I’ll never forget that.”

I looked up at her with my lower face covered in her juices, “You have to have one of the best tasting pussies in the world to get that treatment.” I went back to work with fingers, palm, lips, tongue, teeth, and mouth. Dee was making wonder noises - humming, groaning, moaning, shrieking, and just mumbling some of the dirtiest words in the vocabulary. There was no doubt that she wasn’t enjoying my efforts.

Dee turned the tables on me, and I took over with the various vocalizations about how great her blowjob and deep throating were while she slavered and slobbered all over my cock.

Jerry and Ellie came by the bedroom doorway about an hour after Dee and I had gone up. They were naked and curious. Dee was still blowing me. Jerry looked happy. My guess was that they’d already fucked and he’d been close to being a one-minute man. They were done with round one. After watching us, they headed off towards the kitchen. Jerry had dressed super casually.

Dee and I sexually connected, but not before I’d rained down a zillion romantic kisses on the sweet young natural blonde. Dee was just my age and built like a brick shithouse, to use a colloquial expression. She was normally cheery and bubbly, and her body matched by being small and curvy in all the right places. I loved her breasts with her large areolas and significant nipples that I’d made harder than steel due to my pawing at them while I ate her out.

I slid into a very wet and willing woman when the time seemed right. Dee’s arms and legs wrapped around me, as though I might escape her grasp. That wasn’t likely to happen.

We made love. We varied the intensity, speed, position, lead, and dynamic of our fuck almost from moment to moment. I told Dee that I loved her, and that just intensified everything we were doing. She told me of her growing love and wish that we’d never separate.

Dee had more orgasms before I joined her in one, flooding the velvet sheath I was in with my seed. As we floated down from our blissful highs, I wrapped Dee up more in my arms and held her tightly against my body from behind. I gave more kisses.

Dee said, “You’ve got me - and I mean you own me: mind, body, and spirit; toes to head, I’m yours and madly in love. You’ve also made me feel so special and so cared for.”

I just smiled. That had become my goal.

Dee said, “Do you make all the women in your life feel this way? Ellie? Amber?”

“I try. I feel that way about each of them. There are a dozen others who you’ll meet tomorrow night at the party my brother will be hosting next door.”

“Tell me more about your relationship with Ellie - and the others you love.”

I reached over to the bedside table and retrieved my cellphone. I called up the current version of the relationship tenets of our open marriage and relationships and passed the phone to Dee. “Read these; they’re background for how we think.”

Dee was silent as she read. Despite having finished our intercourse, I was still toying with her breasts and nipples, keeping them aroused and erect.

She said, “I like what your family wrote and would like a copy, please. I hope I can get Jerry to talk to me about this kind of stuff.”

“Oh, he will,” I promised. “We’ll see to that tomorrow.”

Chapter 2 - Transformation

Saturday morning, everyone in the house did a communal breakfast. Harlan returned with doughnuts and pastries in his own car. We teased him about cops and doughnuts. He wanted to meet Jerry and Dee Mordous and get contact information for their Dallas security team. I invited him to hang around and he looked pleased. Erin and Amber had made an appearance in bikini bottoms and each wore an unbuttoned man’s shirt - mine! Dee had copied their look and was sex on a stick.

Over breakfast, I explained to Jerry that I was going to facilitate a discussion between Dee and him that concerned their relationship and some points that Ellie, Erin, Amber, and I had thought important enough to write down. As our polyamorous relationships had strengthened and expanded to more and more people, we’d been rewriting them with ‘poly’ in mind rather than only a boy-girl relationship or open marriage.

I gave Jerry a printed copy of the updated tenets resulting from what Ellie and I had started many months earlier. He read it slowly and thoroughly.

When Jerry finished reading, he looked up and at his wife, “Wow, that says a lot on one page. I can guess the kind of discussion you want to have.”

Dee nodded, “Jerry, I love you. I chose you for all time, and yet I love Luke and other people not to take away from that love, but to find ways to add to it. I’ve been nagging you about work and your long hours, and that stops as of right now. I ask to be respected and included as your wife, partner, and consort, but after reading that and knowing the passion you have for your business, the nagging will stop. I’ve learned I can’t compete anyway, so why be pissy about it. You, me, work, being here with friends and more of them tonight is an adventure and I’m planning on becoming more adventurous. I hope you’ll come along on my side of this adventure from time to time.”

Jerry looked worried, “I don’t want to lose you, Dee. I do love you … and I’ve been neglectful, I know. I promise to change how I’ve been as of right now. My baby, AIGenZ, has been launched and put in more hands than only mine. I have to step back and share that glory and success.”

I sat looking between the two of them. I hadn’t said anything other than to start the ball rolling. I didn’t need to.

Dee said, “Yesterday and last night I made love with Luke. You were with Ellie, Amber, and Erin - that hot little minx. This has adventure written all over it. We want others to play with in Dallas - a group like the one we’ll meet tonight. More adventure. The points in Luke and Ellie’s personal manifesto address the healthy and supportive mindset to go with those kinds of activities. Can we discuss those points and whether they have any relevance to us or what would be the right ones to fit our situation?”

Jerry nodded, “Yes, please.”

I put a pad of paper and some pens in front of the pair and sat back, all without saying a word. They could create, edit, and rewrite to their heart’s content. Dee picked up her copy of the tenets and said to Jerry, “What shall we write? Are you up for an open marriage and a polyamorous relationship? What do those mean to you?”

* * * * *
Jerry and Dee were a changed couple by the end of the morning. They’d spent almost four hours talking about and honing their own version of an agreement. I gave them a printed copy of the points that we’d started with so they could see how it changed over time. I kept a flow of coffee to their patio table, too.

Amber pulled Jerry away after lunch for some loving before everyone else showed up for the evening party. He looked joyful that someone over ten years his junior wanted to make love with him. They were gone over an hour.

Colt had come by the house in late morning with some scripts that Ally had prepared and wanted Amber and Erin to try in her videos. Jerry and Dee were busy so missed the connection to anything pornographic. Colt flirted with Dee over lunch. She was ten years his senior, but they hit it off. Ellie played matchmaker, so the two went off together and made love in our living room. I liked seeing Dee have that relationship and the sex. Colt was very inclusive and loving. He wouldn’t allow Dee to forget him either; their coupling was not a one-night stand.

Dee came back onto the patio without putting any clothes back on. She’d gotten the dress code memo. By then, it was a warm afternoon. I only wore my shorts. Ellie and the co-eds were either naked or only wearing bikini bottoms. I lathered up Dee with suntan lotion to her delight - because I focused on the ‘naughty places’ - and then she dozed in the sun. I figured that she had a lot to think about. For his part, Cole lay down next to her.

I sat by her after she woke up from her nap about two hours later. Dee said, “You were fucking Erin in a video playing on the television that was on in the living room.” She stated it as fact, and not a question.

“I was,” I responded in a teasing tone.

“Is that video public in some way?”

“It is. I am a ‘sometimes’ porn star. Erin is the big star given her looks and how she comes across in the videos. She’s about to be a sophomore computer science major who is crazy interested in artificial intelligence, by the way. I’m surprised that she hasn’t put the arm on Jerry for some future internship or job. She would want to remain around here if she could. Others that you’ve met or will meet tonight have also done videos or do some of the production work on them. Colt does editing and camerawork - and has been in a couple. I guess doing that has become another way we express our sexuality.”

“That’s so daring and adventurous,” Dee said. “I’d love to do something like that, but … with my current status as Jerry’s wife and the charity boards that I’ve gone on … I don’t know.”

“There’s always disguise, but sooner or later everyone will figure it out, especially if you tell even one person in your Dallas circle. The decision is whether you care. Talk to Jerry about it, too.”

Dee went, “Hmmmmm,” and then was silent.

Later, just to be devilish, I sat Dee across the table from Ally and made the introduction, commenting about Dee’s latent desire to be a porn queen and Ally’s having the capability to fulfill that wish at her production company. I left them to talk.

Jerry and Dee fit in with the regulars as though they’d been coming to a polyamorous sex party all their lives. Jerry got to be with Megan, Anna, and Molly before the end of the party. Dee was with Greg, Jake, and Darren. Both were flying high when we headed off to bed. Dee begged to sleep with me again, so that was arranged. We made love in the middle of the night. Sometime in the night Erin put Jerry through his paces, too.

As far as Jerry and Dee could tell at the Saturday party, only the few they knew about knew of their exceptional wealth. Everyone just accepted them as friends from Dallas. In doing introductions, neither Ellie nor I mentioned anything but that he worked for a high-tech company. Earlier that week, however, I had spilled the beans and told the group how they should treat our new couple.

Sunday, we lazed around the house and patio. This was part of Jerry’s forced R&R only he didn’t seem too displeased about it. He came to the gym with me for ninety minutes. Later, on the patio were a bevy of naked women oiled up to be in the sun as they studied or read. Just after lunch, Jerry went off with Ellie for a midday fuck. He looked pleased but sheepish about the availability of another porn star. Craig was over and he and Dee went off.

We had a smaller party that evening that spanned the three homes that would be in our dream real estate conglomerate that lived in the big modern house. Jerry saw the picture - my ‘vision board’ - in the living room and asked about it. I explained it was a dream house, told what it represented to our polyamorous group, and alluded to the cost.

Over dinner, we stirred the pot a bit by showing some videos of others in our group that had done porn. One was by Anna and that resulted in Jerry and Anna going off for over an hour after the meal. He declared he was all but dead meat when they finally rejoined everyone on Jake’s patio. Dee had discovered Jake. She captured Colt again and led the two of them off to play commenting that she’d never had a threesome, been spit roasted or DPed, but there was always a first time. We never saw any of them the rest of the night.

Jerry and Dee flew home early Monday morning. They were changed people and I know their relationship had strengthened for the better, even with all the fucking they conducted with other people - or because of that.

* * * * *
Ally was over for dinner a few days after Jerry and Dee had left. As a house gift, Jerry and Dee had a case of wine delivered that was a premium gift. It was some of the best I’d ever tasted.

I asked Ally about Dee and her doing some porn. Ally laughed, “I think she’s going to be back to do something. She hadn’t raised the idea with her husband, so a lot will depend on what he says. We did talk about disguises and how the camera angles could obscure her facial identity. I told her that I’d be prepared to do about anything if she wanted to get into the industry.”

Ally had recently engaged a make-up artist to work with the performers, mostly the women, to help them soften the edges and sharpen the sex appeal. Ally had the woman hold a working seminar for the co-eds to the same ends. I noted after that how my covey of young women transformed again into sexier women with daily makeup and their more upscale wardrobes. The co-eds were especially having an impact on the dress code of the KDA sisters, with the entire sorority starting to insist on chic appearance on campus.

I had two acquisition targets I was going after, at first cajoling the existing owners that I could transform their baby into something grander. It took a month of lunches and coffees, but by August I had two more deals going through the legal and financial machinations to get them under the Prime Fitness Centers’ umbrella. I took time to consolidate the management of my fitness centers, even doing some staffing moves and promotions.

Ally brought in a videographer skilled in adult videos that trained her, Colt, Nicky, Erin, Anna, and Greg about lighting and how to get the best shots and angles when filming people in erotic situations. He also knew how to milk exceptional videos from otherwise standard videos using the editing programs. The man knew his stuff, didn’t mind helping Ally’s group doing adult videos, and he offered his later support if needed. From what I could tell, Ally fucked his brains out the nights that he stayed over at her house.

With more videographers and editors in Touchstone Productions, Ally was able to form two teams and produce more videos. She ran between the two teams both directing and helping out as she could. The three homes in our neighborhood that we were talking of linking together were often the sites for the videography, especially if one of us was being filmed.

Erin was the star of our whole group of porn stars, closely followed by Amber, Anna, and Linda. Nicky and Molly were in on the action, too. By the end of the summer, based largely on work she’d done in the springtime, Erin had eighteen feature videos on the popular Internet porn sites, and then about twenty short ‘teaser’ videos used to lure viewers into subscribing to the websites.

Erin put up an OnlyFans site, with help from Nikky that had a knack for creating the content for such an endeavor. The OF site was mainly to drive viewers to her longer videos on other specific websites. She quickly started making money off the X-rated stuff on the OF site. Erin and the rest of us were amazed when later in the season she started to get checks with four and then five significant figures to the left of the decimal.

Martyn was fresh out of university with a business and accounting major. He’d started to study for the CPA exam and also started to manage Erin’s new wealth. He volunteered to be her personal aide and ‘keep her legal’. Thus, he tracked her income from various sources and made sure the various taxes she’d have to pay were in on time and the right amount. Erin paid him, always including some of the hottest sex in the state.

Ellie had a more relaxed few months, highlighted by some large and splashy society weddings that her group at OI handled. She did a few more videos, too. Most of the weddings were nearby so she was around a lot. She and Amber, her intern, thus made it home at the end of each business day, with Amber happy as a clam and eager to do it all again the next. Erin was a little less eager about her job at Bay Pizza. She’d distinguished herself as the primary delivery girl for the place so drove around a lot, got hit on frequently, used all the knock down lines she’d been taught, and got a mountain of tips.

Erin worked with Ally and a few of the other men and women to do six more feature videos over the summer. They posed a backlog for the editing crew that consisted of Colt and Nicky. Nicky did some ‘acting’, too. I know because I did a video with her.

Molly was taking three courses at the university over the summer. When she pledged the sorority, she took a light load and was thus making up for that slack semester.

Jake got a respite in travel over the summer because so many doctors took time off and closed their offices or surgeries for a couple of weeks. Anna faced the usual soft real estate market since the snowbirds had gone up north to their other homes, and thus there were fewer sellers and buyers around.

Linda had a ten-story condominium she was the prime architect on; thus, she was busy every day and onsite with her hardhat and steel-toed shoes making sure things happened the way the developers wanted. Craig was doing a series of podcasts about the economy and investing in the face of the wavering economy produced by an administration that didn’t know squat, according to him, about running the country.

That was our neighborhood.

Among our other friends, Steve and Sophia went up to Michigan for three weeks to visit family at their lakeside lodge. Stacy was spending most of her time with ‘Little Roy’ and learning how to be a doting mother. Cole was unusually busy with his trading company. I started to learn what it did when I learned that he bought an old four-engine DC-7 for a song and then sold it to a South African haulage company at a hefty profit. He did a one-hundred-foot yacht that summer, too, each time making a profit of several hundred thousand. He dabbled in art, helicopters, remote real estate no one else wanted to represent, water rights, herds of cattle, rolls of steel sheeting, and anything else you could think of that he could by low and sell high.

Over the summer, a few of the videos that we’d done found their way from Ally to Adult Productions in Vegas, and then to various adult-only websites. I learned a new acronym - NSFW or Not Safe for Work, often applied to the sexts that my wife and friends sent me daily. The list of sites we were on - at least the ones we knew about - grew longer. Ally kept the master list updated and was always willing to share.

Chapter 3 - Party Planning

Jerry or Dee preserved our deepening relationship by calling us about once a week in an early evening to stay in touch. The conversations were newsy and occasionally about AIGenZ. The business stuff wasn’t insider information, and it was positive enough that Ellie and I bought more stock in Jerry’s company.

The couple flew in to spend the long Labor Day weekend with us. That Saturday we had two parties. One started mid-afternoon to celebrate the restart of classes and autumn activities. Erin had become a sophomore, and Amber, Nicky, and Molly were seniors. Each was a Kappa Delta Alpha sister in good standing.

The four co-eds had been making videos over the summer, and some of the early ones started to appear on the Internet on various adult websites, with Erin having the largest number of new videos. API rushed her stuff to the Internet because it made money.

The ‘Restart’ party had a lot of muggles - guests that were not in on our sex events and that weren’t fully aware of the polyamorous arrangements that centered on our house. We advertised that party as going from three- to six p.m. We figured that any people that lingered over wouldn’t interfere with the serious part of our regular group’s Saturday night. The events were pool parties and the bikinis were noteworthy.

The girls hosted the Restart Event and knew everyone that showed up - a lot of Phi Theta Rho guys and KDA sisters and sometimes their plus one.

Jerry and I found time to sit around an ogle the girls that were in and out of the pool a lot. He commented that he had nothing like this in Dallas. Of course, one feature was that he had a platoon of bodyguards, whereas with us they mostly blended in with the scenery since we were in a low threat environment.

One event took place that signaled Jerry’s longer-term interest in being with us. The home on the far side of Craig and Linda’s came on the real estate market that Labor Day weekend. A sign went up and Jerry marched over and told the agent not to bother; he was buying the place. Anna had accompanied him and by the end of the day, the seller had accepted the offer at full selling price. Jerry didn’t haggle.

I asked him, “Are you moving in? When? How? What’s your thinking?”

He laughed, “No. That place is for the security detail when they’re here. They’ve been living out of rental cars and a motel about two miles away. I’ll get this place fixed up for them to use when Dee and I are here. I hope that’s okay - our staying with you, too.”

Another significant event took place the same day. I found Jerry in the living room staring at the computer-generated picture of the dream house that Linda had made for me. He asked who’d done the picture and I confirmed it was Linda and probably Megan - two of the women he already knew and made love with who were architects.

That evening, Jerry had dinner at one end of a picnic table with the two of them when we all had dinner outside as the rest of the party went on around us. I wished I could have joined them, but I was seriously diverted by some of the others.

Erin brought over Patty Wren, a KDA sister and senior, who was the social chairman for her sorority. With them was Josh Kilburn, a PTR brother and senior, the social chairman for the fraternity. The sorority and fraternity held parties together, greatly aided because their two large houses backed up to each other from different side streets adjacent to the university creating a large backyard both organizations enjoyed. Introductions were made.

Josh looked very ‘Joe College’ but decked out for a pool party - band t-shirt, board shorts, and flip-flops. He was reasonably thin and had a pleasant look and disposition.

Patty wore big sunglasses pushed up in her red hair. She was attractive and filled out the bikini bra completely. I liked the physique and lied to myself that I was focused on that because I ran fitness centers and was testing her need for same. She did not need anything physical but loving perhaps.

Erin cheerfully announced as the other two looked on, “You and Ellie did such a great job as chaperones for the toga party over a year ago, we are hoping we can convince you to do it again for a Luau Party in early October - the first Saturday in the month. It’ll be similar to the toga blast, but themed differently.”

Patty smiled, “We’ve just started the planning for it and having you signed up will be a big factor in getting it approved by the university. They require outside individuals over twenty-five years old be on the roster to do this. We need approval because in theory it’s open to anyone on campus if they buy a ticket. Of course, the tickets are free to KDA and PTR sisters and brothers - included in their membership. It’s kind of pre-rush event for the freshmen, too.”

I said, “Yes.” I figured that was a complete sentence.

Josh didn’t take in that I’d just agreed. He questioned, “Yes? Yes, what?”

I chuckled, “Yes, we’ll do it. Erin, tell Ellie about this and that I accepted. Also, in the planning for this event, I suggest that you get her, Amber, and Occasions International involved. You could make this party stand-out as the highlight of the year with their help.”

Josh said, “Great idea, but we have a limited budget. Using them sounds expensive.”

I grinned, “I’ll cover it providing we get a bucket full of free tickets for all our friends - most of whom are here right now.” I nodded at Erin. She knew the group I referred to.

Josh gasped, “That might cost thousands - big bucks!”

I emphasized, “I’ll cover it. A bunch of the people that I love are part of this event and I want to make it a success. Just know that it’ll be partly sponsored by Prime Fitness Centers. Officially, if anybody asks, you have a corporate sponsor for the party.”

Josh, Patty, and Erin broke into large happy smiles and thanked me profusely. I waved away the praise. “Let’s see how great we can make this Luau.”

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Erin took Patty and Josh around as the hostess, making sure they met all the regulars. Everyone had a nametag to help conversations. The students had to write their majors on the tag. Patty’s major was criminology. Josh was another I.T. student.

Ellie was enthused about the Luau. Amber hadn’t thought of asking her or OI to contribute time and effort into planning for the party, and in this case spending some money for decorations, things to do, and such. She literally jumped up and down for five minutes at the news that OI would be involved and that Prime Fitness would be paying to help conduct the Luau.

Ellie found me after talking to the trio and we agreed on the party and our chaperoning duties again. I knew she’d like the action at the event.

Ellie liked Josh; however, he had an instant crush on the older woman (my wife) and from that instant followed her around like a new puppy during cocktails and dinner, hanging on every word she spoke. I found humor in watching him.

Patty found me again and joined in a conversation I was having with Craig about the ‘security house’ that was now his new neighbors. We got her talking about the criminology classes she’d been taking and what she hoped to do with them after graduation. Her answers about a post-grad job were a little vague.

Immediately after dinner, Erin shooed away the rest of the muggles - the people that had not been with us for a full Saturday evening - specifically the sexual part of the night. Patty and Josh were some of the last to leave. Patty did look longingly back at me. She was very nice. I think she liked me.

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The group planning the Luau met at our house one or two evenings a week. I hoped to contribute, so I sat in. Patty became the de facto head of the effort. Ellie and I were outside resources, backed by OI, and Amber, Erin, Molly, and Nicky. I learned that Patty was a no-nonsense girl that would probably end up running a Fortune 500 company. She was smart and had an air of authority to manage anything well.

The first idea was that the girls would wear grass skirts and leis. The guys would wear a colorful ‘Hawaiian’ shirt and board shorts. Ellie and I looked at each other amazed at the lack of creativity and ideas. Someone mentioned coconuts as part of the decoration.

I got my laptop and zeroed in on luau parties on YouTube. There were many videos addressing that theme, so we watched a few. I asked for ideas that the videos sparked. Slowly, I added to the list: balloons, flamingoes, totem poles, parrots, games, mai tais, umbrella drinks, body paint, tattoos, ankle and wrist bands, pineapples, ferns, surfboards, boogie boards, mimosas, bamboo, tiki hut, shells, hula music, limbo dancing, and more and more. From the look on Ellie’s face, I could see she was pleased that the ball finally got rolling. By the time the brainstorming stopped I had five pages of ideas, and I write small.

I ran my handwritten notes through the AI on my computer and turned them into typed pages, made copies, and gave everybody the results. Patti made a statement about taking items and assigning them to ‘volunteers’ - meaning the other sisters at KDA. By inference, Josh would be doing the same thing at PTR.

The Hawaiian theme spread to our house. The living room décor started to sprout more greenery, balloons, color, and then fake leis and such. Often, I’d hear hula music playing and I’d catch a couple of the girls practicing the dance.

The October date for the party approached as the party team planned and executed with precision. Patty told them that she’d never seen such organization or such great ideas. Ellie had Amber and four others at OI worked on the event. Patty and Josh each had ten sorority sisters or fraternity brothers preparing.

Despite all the party prep, our lives continued. One surprise occurred one Saturday morning when Nicky brought her mother to meet me - Katelyn Anderson. She was staying in the guest room next door with Jake, Anna, and Molly since that was where Nicky lived. Based on the looks I got, I think Katelyn was catching on that there was some side of her daughter that she hadn’t yet met.

Katelyn was a brunette with designer glasses about as thick as the bottom of coke bottle. She was cute but wore clothing that belonged more in a cold clime than a Florida summer - a maxi skirt, a long sleeve blouse with a severe collar, a vest, and only a modicum of makeup. She was avant-garde, modesty sophisticated, and would fit in well with a glass of wine at a poetry reading in Soho.

Nicky worked for Ally as both a ‘model’ and as a video editor. She’d told her mother that she did tech work and that where she worked had just been upgraded. She planned a big reveal for that afternoon that her ‘work’ was all about adult entertainment. Having her mother meet me before the disclosure was so that she met a person that she’d see later when Nicky showed her one of the porn videos that we’d done together.

Nicky took her mother to lunch at a busy restaurant. During the meal, she handed her mother her phone as one of her videos played. She reported that her mom silently watched the video and then passed the phone back. Katelyn studied her daughter and said, “You did this voluntarily?” Nicky nodded and said, “Yes. I wanted to. I not only act in videos like that, but I also help edit and make them marketable. I’d like to show you the studio where I work.”

They drove in silence to the new studio that Touchstone Productions had acquired a month earlier. They watched in a strange quiet zone as Sophia made a traditional ‘fuck after a date’ video with Brad, as Ally, Colt, and some fixed cameras captured the erotic action.

Katelyn was obviously shocked but couldn’t tear her eyes away from the couple as they fucked and got filmed. This was atop having seen her daughter’s sex video on a cellphone only minutes earlier. Nicky then showed her the computer set up that she used to do the video editing - a three-display workstation that looked more high-tech than NASA.

Katelyn had gone mute and Nicky said that she could smell the smoke from the heavy thinking her mom was doing about those situations with her daughter.

At Nicky’s request, I met the pair at Touchstone Studios about a half-hour after they’d gotten there. I walked in, tiptoeing so I didn’t upset any soundtrack Ally was making as she filmed. I greeted Katelyn and Nicky silently, giving each a kiss on the cheek. Katelyn was surprised. I whispered, “Relax. There’s no serious damage done here.” I winked at Nicky.

Katelyn fanned her face and covered her face. She whispered, “I’m so embarrassed … and … confused … and … I don’t know what I should be thinking.”

Nicky gestured us down a hallway and away from where Ally and the others were working. She told her mother, “In the last twelve months, I’ve made about $50,000 - all doing part-time work as I finished up school. I’ve been surprised that you never said anything when I stopped asking for expense money for her college and living expenses. A friend is handling the taxes and stuff on what I made.”

Katelyn gasped, “You made 50,000 - DOLLARS? Really? Doing … porn?”

Nicky nodded, “Yep. Erin has made a lot more than that. Just so you know I did some serious thinking and evaluation of options and consequences before I started. Only a few people around here know. So far, I haven’t had any adverse effects or bad experiences.”

Katelyn paced, went back down the hall and briefly watched the videoing that was taking place in Ally’s mock-up bedroom, and slowly returned to where we stood. She kept sighing - taking in large, huge, gulps of air indicating she was trying to cope with all she’d learned that day. She went quiet for the next few hours, even back at the house.

I never heard the details of what really happened the rest of the day. Neither Katelyn nor Nicky showed up for a group dinner or the evening gathering. Nicky texted me around ten o’clock, “All good. Don’t worry. Maybe even a surprise. Love you. Nicky.”

I went on a date with Nicky midweek after Katelyn had flown back to New York and got a recap of what happened. As expected, she got reprimanded for doing something ‘marginal’. Nicky said that her mother’s expected emphatic scolding didn’t happen.

Katelyn had asked about Nicky’s motivation and then wanted details about what went on in the videos that she’d done. Nicky gave her practically a stroke-by-stroke description and then gave her the page Ally had produced that listed the links to all the Touchstone videos that were online. She showed Katelyn how to interpret the page.

Katelyn was amazed that there were videos with everybody she’d met in our neighborhood and at the dinners with our ‘regulars’. She was especially shocked, it seemed, that Grace - Ellie’s mother - had done a porno film with me that was posted as one of the hottest MILF and MIL videos on the Internet.

I hoped that there’d be no long-term fallout for Nicky from her mother’s shock and awe about the adult productions.

Chapter 4 - Luau

Instead of an evening only party, the party held by the sorority and fraternity started at five o’clock. Arrivals were greeted by ‘Hawaiian’ girls wearing hula skirts and bedecked with many leis. They were welcomed with a lei, beads, and wrist or ankle bracelets with simulated flowers. The houses and large yard were decked out in palm fronds, huge leaves, balloons, bamboo mats, and beach towels. A dozen surfboards were scattered around as décor. An outrigger appeared on each front lawn.

A ‘island’ band was outside playing ‘island’ tunes and getting people hyped up and dancing. One drummer in the band even used steel drums. Two young, genuine Hawaiian girls were present to teach you how to do the hula. Soon, there were over a twenty people working at getting their hips and middle bodies to move in a fluid manner.

In the large yard were ‘game stations’ to do hula hoops, limbo, giant Jenga, tropical cornhole boards, and pineapple ring toss. There were two young men doing temporary Henna tattoos on any body part you chose; they had recommended patterns that favored tropical and island designs. Some other play stations were staffed to hand out special prizes for exceptional ‘island’ skills.

A photographer was there with several backdrops that were island and beach oriented. Straw hats were available. The photos taken could be quickly emailed or downloaded to your cell phone, so you immediately had the picture of you and your date.

The young men and women from the fraternity and sorority pledge classes circulated with trays of island food - teriyaki and pineapple bits, tropical fruit, veggie skewers, and ice popsicles. What made the servers unique was the young men only wore loin cloths along with their leis and flowered bracelets and anklets. The young women wore grass skirts and no bras and were otherwise commando. Many of the other sorority women and other dates also dressed identically, boosting the sexual nature of the party by a large amount. More than one set of eyes spotting the men or women did that ‘sprong’ thing that cartoon characters do when surprised.

As the sky darkened at sunset, a large projection screen was set up and movies about surfing started to add to the island atmosphere. By then, the hula girls had about fifty people doing the hula in the middle of the open yard. The band was cranking out some great music to accompany them and to inspire the backyard crowd that had swelled to over two hundred.

Tiki torches and several thousand little twinkly holiday lights lit up the area as darkness prevailed. The kegs were in full service, but also four open bars serving up island drinks - Mai Tais, Pina Coladas, Blue Hawaiians, Painkillers, and Rum Punch. If we were going to get busted by the university for serving booze, this would be the night. Many people opted to go NA, but most people were into the alcoholic drinks. As chaperones we turned a blind eye to that. Ellie and I started NA with the same kind of drinks so we maintained level heads if we were needed for some situation.

Going with the drinks, more catered food was served by the roaming servers who had also started to give out kisses and allow groping of certain exposed body parts. Consequently, the loin cloths the young men wore started to bulge, and the breasts of the young women serving became increasingly exposed and excited. All was very ‘island’ and ‘the way nature intended’.

Buffet tables with still more ‘island’ food were set up, some inside the fraternity house and some in the yard. Increasingly, partiers were moving inside. The live band moved into the fraternity house, leaving only some ‘canned’ music playing on the outside speakers. The message was clear - the party is moving inside.

New ‘fun’ stations appeared to add body paint and glitter to anybody’s skin. More body parts started to be exposed and painted over or decorated. One girl went completely naked but had a sexy bikini painted on to make it look like she was clothed. More fun, temporary tattoos were being given out, too; more on ‘naughty’ parts of one’s body especially. Red lips beside a girl’s pussy or on her bare ass seemed to be favorites.

About that time, Ellie and I adopted the sexier island look. I changed to a loin cloth and multiple leis, and she went commando beneath her grass skirt and topless except for necklaces of flowers around her body. We both got sexy tattoos. One of Ellie’s read ‘Fuck Me’ and you can guess the locale and where the arrow pointed.

The dancing in the large party room at the Phi Theta Rho house ramped up to new and frantic levels. Throughout the house the lighting was soft and low intensity. Everywhere there was seating that encouraged pairing and togetherness. Several hammocks and many bean bag chairs added to the dozens of floor cushions around the building.

The band increasingly played some slow songs that were rhythmic and sensual as the evening wore on. The TVs that were everywhere had shifted over to showing sultry movies with lots of love and making love scenes, often by a seething waterfront - at that point, all R+-rated.

In the hallways of both the KDA and PTR houses there appeared baskets with condoms, lubricants, wipes, mints, washcloths and towels. Special signs had been made to hang on doors: red for ‘do not enter’, yellow for ‘watch us’, and green for either ‘available’ or ‘come join us’. Of course, doors could be closed or left ajar in invitation.

Ellie and I circulated through both the KDA and PTR houses and then we went in separate directions. One thing I noticed on return to the PTR house was that the videos playing on the TV sets throughout the house had changes to porn. Only it wasn’t just porn, they were the long versions of videos that Ally had produced. The first one I spotted was the babysitter video I’d done with Erin. She was prominently featured. As I went around the house, I saw other videos starring Ellie, Molly, Amber, and Nicky. They were circulating at the party and ready for the revealing.

The babysitter video had been released for sale on various websites but that might have left Erin ‘undiscovered’ for a long time without the unveiling at the party. She and the others wanted to be discovered. They didn’t want to wonder whether they would be found out. They made sure to control the narrative and went public. I guess that I went public, too; only my face seldom appeared in the video compared to other body parts.

I found Erin and Molly in a PTR room pulling trains. A dozen guys stood around waiting for a turn with one or the other of them. The door was wide open, so what was going on was hard to ignore by anybody walking down the hallway. The two of them were being quite daring. I got a little wave from each of them and left them to their bliss.

Patty, the KDA Social Chairman found me. She was wearing her grass skirt and other than her lei, nothing else. She plastered herself against me and laid a kiss on me that made all the fluids in the neighborhood boil. I felt her excited nipples against my bare chest. I was down to only a loin cloth. She excited me and I rose to the occasion.

When she pulled away from the long kiss, she pointed at a vacant room, “You, me, in there, now.” I followed the adorable brunette into the room watching how the faux grass of her skirt swayed along with her cute ass.

“I want you.”

Now, there’s a phrase that every chaperone of a sex party wants to hear. I was up for the challenge. I lay the two of us on the available bed in the dorm room after putting a green sign on the doorknob and leaving the door ajar. Patty looked pleased with my choices.

Patty’s pussy tasted sweet and fruity, as well as musky and tart. She told me that she’d rubbed some mashed strawberries and pineapple in her privates to help spice up the area for me. She affirmed that I was the first of her night, too, and that she had a fresh STD test to prove it. I trusted her. I went down on her and didn’t stop for thirty minutes. By then, Patty was a basket case of orgasming and quaking female flesh and her pussy was so wet that I worried about tidal forces. Neither of us were counting, but she had a lot of climaxes close together and each one seemed to be earth shattering and body wrenching.