Poly . . . What? Book 3

Poly … What? Book 3

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2026 by Robert Wolf

Preface

This Book picks up where Book 2 left off. The initial characters were introduced in earlier books but new ones do start to appear in this volume.

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

While all that eroticism unfolds, there are plots and subplots that the characters are swept into. 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 a reader bored with such events. I have had comments about my writing from fans that there is too much sex AND that there is not enough. What I end up writing is what strikes me at that moment. More often than not, the characters take the story away from me and do whatever they want to do.

Enjoy.

RW

Chapter 1 - Action in Dallas

I amazed myself again. For the fourth time that evening I exploded with an orgasm inside a warm velvet vaginal sheath of a woman that I had come to love. This time it was Susan McCoy - Wade’s wife who was madly in love with me. He was not worried since I had about twenty women that felt that way about me. He knew I was trying to spawn a child with Penny Lawton, too.

I’d flown into Dallas on Saturday to join in the evening party and then work with Kim and others on growing the Dallas Circle and growing the Prime Fitness Centers in that geography that Jerry was funding and Kim was growing into taking over the president’s job.

My first lover that night had been Dee Mordous, Jerry’s wife. She was a lover, along with Kim Sterling and Deana Yeats. I hoped that I gave off as much love as they each gave to me. The sex with each of them was awesome.

Susan and I were fucking in Jerry and Dee’s living room. We were the last to be finishing as some of the others watched us. Jerry had ended his evening with Deana. Her husband Paul had been with Kim, and Wade had happily made love to Dee. The eight of us had been exhibitionists to the others, displaying our nakedness and lovemaking for arousal and fun to each other.

Our four-couple fuck fest filled the Saturday night, and since none of us had to get up for work Sunday morning Dee made sure we each had a room to sleep in as our more public debauchery ended. Susan tried to end an evening like this with me because we then slept together, and I usually made love to her again in the middle of the night.

Jerry and Dee’s home in a Dallas suburb was huge - a dozen bedroom suites besides their master. Wade had a similar home about a half mile away. Both men were billionaires several times over as the founders of AIGenZ - one of the fastest advancing and more profitable firms working in the area of artificial intelligence.

Dee and Susan worked for AIGenZ, too. Susan was a paralegal in their General Counsel’s office. Dee was more invested in the technology itself, emphasizing using the technology they were developing in the warehousing, logistics, and shipping areas. Dee was another of the founders personally worth over a billion dollars, mostly in company stock.

Middle of the night, I got a nice surprise. I awoke to someone getting in bed with Susan and me. Susan giggled, so I knew she was awake, too. Dee leaned over and kissed me and then kissed Susan. Like Susan, she had remained naked from early in the previous evening when the sexual part of our gathering started.

Hours before, I had stocked up chemically to be at peak performance for the evening - vitamins, supplements, and prescription drugs that my doctor and I had tuned for sexual endeavors. I was still young and that helped my recovery times, too. I hoped I was ready for the two ladies.

Dee said, “Relax for a moment. I have some munching at the ‘Y’ to do.” She shifted around as Susan lay back and spread her legs.

Dee buried her face and started to make theatrical noises of satisfaction. “Yum. I’m finding some great tasting fluids that have been cooking and ripening in here for a few hours.” She grinned and went back to work, adding in fingers to the erotic mix.

Susan didn’t last long before her next orgasm. She was one of the woman I’d experienced that came easily, and if I got her really cranked up the intensity of those climaxes could be nearly devastating.

As Dee munched, she waggled her butt and turned to me. “I love doggie, you know.” The hint to get my cock in her cunt was pretty blatant. I grinned and quickly inserted Tab A in Slot B. Dee’s moan while her face was buried in Susan’s pussy was testimony to her pleasure.

Twenty minutes later, it was Susan with her face in Dee’s crotch sucking up the fresh load of cum that I’d just left there moments before. A few minutes after that and I started fucking her. I lasted a little longer with Susan than I had with Dee.

Our middle of the night sex had taken about an hour - an hour well spent in our mutual opinion. We were up at a reasonable time for a Sunday morning. I knew that I had other activities and even some business to conduct during the day despite the day.

I discovered at breakfast that Deana and Kim had gotten Jerry, Paul, and Wade to service them together in the same bed about four a.m., trading back and forth until things ended with more fluid exchanges and fatigue. Kim looked devilish but pleased that she’d corrupted the other three in Jerry’s bedroom in the sex.

After eating a piece of toast and getting some coffee, Deana took a book to Jerry’s patio, stripped off her t-shirt, and layout naked reading the novel. Paul looked after her and then got in a discussion with Wade and Jerry about AIGenZ stock versus the other AI companies on the various stock markets.

Dee and Susan went off to dress for a shopping trip.

Kim took my hand and led me outside to one of the patio tables. “We need to talk, boss.” She smiled so I wasn’t too worried about any bad news. I even had a premonition about what she had to tell me.

She grinned broadly, “I’ve been bursting to tell you since Friday. We got the other two Prime sites open besides the Garnett Square site and the other three - so, six in total. I put huge signs on the front windows that state, ‘Under New Management - Expect Great Things’. New equipment starts installation on Monday - $600,000 total spread across them.”

Kim grinned, “Tomorrow, I’ve arranged for more construction work in the six sites to set up saunas, Jacuzzis, plus spas and massage rooms - all our extra services. Everything is being repainted. Some walls are depressing right now. I know what colors inspire and we’re going for those.

“We have all sorts of jobs posted on the area job boards and Kevin has more ads going up this weekend. We’ll have positions posted on every job board we can find in the area and out a hundred miles. The marketing firm we’ve been using helped craft them to attract the people we want.

“I have appointments next week with some of the appropriate departments at SMU, UT Dallas, and eight other schools to see what I can find in the way of managers and staff. One of the community colleges churns out massage therapists and the like - spa people. Many can’t find jobs, but some will now - with us. I want a line on who’s graduating and even better what faculty might like a side gig. And, just to confirm our earlier discussion, I’m talking tomorrow to a woman to head HR so she’d takeover doing the hiring stuff from Kevin and me.”

“Great. Good. I have two ideas for you to consider along with everything else going on.”

Kim whipped out her phone so she could take notes.

I started, “There’s a lot of hype about GLP-1 and weight loss programs. Maybe we get a nutritionist and doctor involved. I bet there are people in those professions using the three gyms that you don’t know about. Sign them up. Lure them in with free memberships, money, and benefits.

“Second, I think it’s time that AIGenZ have a serious fitness program for employees starting with an onsite gym with a full-time staff of trainers and other specialists that pass through - all our specialties.”

Kim lit up, “Would that count against our goal?”

“Why not?” I said. “They’re a captive catchment area - 5,000 people on one campus outside metro Dallas and the number goes up weekly. Further, they could open it up to their contractors, suppliers, and others as a goodwill gesture. There’d be all sorts of spin off benefits in terms of productivity, networking, and such.”

Kim indicated she’d run with the ideas. She informed that during the week she wanted me to look at a dozen sites that the marketing group had identified as potentials for us. I spent part of the week driving around with her to each one. By Friday, we’d picked six more ‘winners’ from her list. Kim set out to get each of the six under the Prime umbrella in some way during the following weeks. All were available.

* * * * *
Two week later, I was in Dallas on Monday midday again. Kim was off working with Kevin trying to lock up some of the six properties that I’d chosen two weeks before. I went to one of my already open Prime Fitness Centers to end my workday with ninety minutes of intense workout. I felt strange being in Dallas, yet at a PFC with the same layout, equipment, similar smiling staff, and services as at home in Sarasota. Everything was in expansion mode.

I met a guy named Rick on the floor and we were spotting for each other as we pushed ourselves to the limit with weights. He was about my age, mentioned he was in advertising, and a dedicated gym rat. He’d also signed up for the Krav Maga classes that Kim taught at that location on Tuesdays and Fridays - her only activity not related to building the PFC Empire in Dallas.

Since he didn’t know about my connection with Kim, I asked him what he thought of the KM instructor. He praised her knowledge and ability to develop defensive skills in the members of the small class he was in. He added, “All that plus, she’s the hottest woman in Texas. I’d love to take her out, but she seems to be busy and I can’t imagine someone that good looking without her having a boyfriend. I didn’t ask because I don’t take rejection well.”

I didn’t comment further but I did think I’d see what Kim thought of him. When I saw her at dinner that night, I informed her that she had an admirer in one of her KM students. She had noticed Rick and said that she’d follow up with the guy the next day.

Kim and I met for dinner Tuesday evening at a steakhouse. Neither of us ate much, so we split the smallest steak on the menu for a dose of protein to go with our vegetables. She was smiling as we sat down, “I had fun with Rick in class today.”

I nodded and said, “Did he get his date?”

“He did. I used him during class for all my demos, even making sure several times that he ended with me over him, under him, or with one of his hands or arms draped around my breasts. I love to tease and he kept his cool. After class, I held him back. I said, ‘A little bird told me that you think that I’m hot.’ He got all nervous and apologized for objectifying me. He is very polite plus he’s in almost as good a shape as you are.

“I said to him, ‘So, you don’t want to ask me on a date because, you know, I’d say yes?’ He about panicked. He replied, ‘I’d love to go on a date with you, but you’re … kind of out of my league. Besides, I have some weird ideas about dating and that has resulted in me not going out much.’ I asked what he meant but he only said that he’d tell me if I let him buy me one dinner somewhere tomorrow night. So, I have a Wednesday date.”

“Was he nice enough to think about for a relationship or situationship? I didn’t mean to force him on you.”

“Oh, yes; he’s great. I could see something develop but let’s see what his kink is. Maybe he’s bisexual, gay, or something.”

Kim and I were staying at Jerry and Dee’s large home in Highland Park. One nice perk of me staying there was that I usually had a warm female in my bed every night and sometimes two - Kim and Dee, when Jerry was away, which was a good chunk of the time. He was in China that week.

Wednesday night, Kim didn’t come home but she did text that her date was ongoing and she’d fill me in at lunch the next day when we were meeting with another contractor to work on a couple of our new PFC locations.

Since Jerry was away, I had a date with Dee - all night. We had dinner out, accompanied at a comfortable distance away by her bodyguard. She was overly affectionate and I kept reminding her that we were in public. Somehow, we made it through dinner without creating too much of a scene with our PDAs. I was trying to accommodate Dee yet be mindful that she had a public face that could be ruined with the wrong photo being published or accusation made.

I got jumped once we got back into the limousine to return to Dee’s house. In seconds after the door shut, she was naked from the waist up and all but demanding that I suck and fondle on her tear drop breasts. Fortunately, the driver and bodyguard were up front with the privacy window shut.

Dee continued the broadcast to me that she’d started at dinner about us making love and fucking away the rest of the night … and our lives. She loved me absolutely and hoped that we’d always be able to be a couple that could have sex and a serious relationship. In the back of my head, I hoped that Jerry was equal or higher in her esteem than I was. I didn’t need a billionaire pissed off at me for romancing his wife.

I somehow kept her from getting completely naked in the back of the limo, but once we got to the house she simply got out of the car half-naked and led me into the home. The bodyguard and driver politely vanished. Dee and I didn’t make it past the living room.

I understood the dynamic she wanted and felt ready to fulfill those needs. I picked her up just inside the front door and carried her over my shoulder to one of the plush sofas. I turned down the lights, too.

As Dee squealed in delight, I stripped off the rest of her clothing, leaving her clad only in her red fuck-me shoes that had matched her skirt and a pair of black nylons - very sexy. She threw herself down onto the sofa and spread her legs. “Eat me.”

Dee was horny, but then so was I. I immediately started to romance up and down her legs and across her tummy, teasing and avoiding her vulva as she squirmed and writhed trying to get my tongue to contact her sex. Between forays around her body, I joined her in nudity, and only then did I do some serious cunt munching, fingering, and general fondling of her hot little body. Playing with her that way was like toying with a tiger. She was making animalistic sounds almost constantly in between some of the nastiest dirty talk that I’d heard in a week.

Dee’s pleas to fuck her into oblivion got my attention and I finally settled between her legs with my body, sliding into her pussy and thinking about how to deliver the most pleasure to my partner.

Chapter 2 - Recruiting

I was late meeting Kim for lunch from a morning meeting with a real estate agent. We’d made offers on four properties, tapping into the money Jerry had given us to present earnest money with each offer. We were leasing some others contingent on approval to make facility modifications.

I sat down and teased, “So, you overnighted with Rick? You must have been having fun?”

Kim laughed, “That understates the evening, but yes, we really clicked. He eats pussy almost as good as you do, and his technique is superb and orgasm producing. He’s a keeper.”

“What was his ‘kink’ that he warned you about?”

Kim grinned, “You won’t believe it. He’s poly without a group to be in. He grew up with parents that were non-exclusive in a clique of intimate and horny friends, and they passed that gene onto him, along with the belief that you can love more than one person at a time, make the world a better place through kindness, and more. He kept checking off one box after another. We have got to get him plugged into the group that Jerry wants - the sexual group. I can guarantee the other women will love him and vice versa.”

“Is there a next step?”

“Yes, I made a date with him for Saturday and said that I’d arrange the ‘event’. I need to get the rest of the Dallas group together that night for him to meet. If the vibe is good, we could ask him to stay later and involve him in the sex.”

“I wish I could join you, but I’ll be at my own party.” We didn’t bother to talk about the venues for our parties any longer. In Florida, they were at our large home. The place had been built with parties like that in mind. In Dallas, Jerry had the space and what was needed for a good party, especially the group sex. Kim and I had made some recommendations and he’d added furniture, chaises, tables, and other things immediately.

Kim said, “Some time I’d like to get you to take out Jean Ryan, our new HR head. I think that she’s out of the same mold that Rick is and I think that she’d fit into the Dallas poly group, too. I don’t think I should be involved in that screening process since I hired her and am seen as the boss lady, but you could lead it. Truth be told, I think that she’s a frustrated unicorn. I have the feeling that she’d like a lot more sex but isn’t getting it.”

“I’ve only talked to her on the phone,” I protested. “What makes you think we’d have a good date if we went out?” I conjured up an image of a rather ugly and overweight woman with unshaven legs and coke bottle glasses pleading with every passerby for a date.

Kim chuckled, “She’s your type - sweet, gorgeous, and horny.” She suggested that we fly her to Sarasota so she could spend time with Macy and Robyn, her counterpart and your AA, learn how they do things and share ideas. I think that shows good thinking. I left her to set it up.”

I shrugged, “I guess that I better start using some space in your office so that I can meet Miss Ryan and ask her out.” Kim had established her office space for the small staff of Prime Fitness Centers in the loft over first gym that we’d bought. By her description, it was a large open area. There weren’t even cubicles yet.

“You’ll be here next week?” Kim asked. “I’ll have a desk for you by then.”

The following Tuesday afternoon, when I arrived in Dallas, instead of working out of the den in Jerry’s house, I went to what we were calling PFC-Garnett. The center was right off Garnett Square in Dallas. I went through the gym and up the classy iron stairs to the loft where the offices were. I was pleased to see the place was busy with gym rats.

I not only had a desk, but there was a tent card with my name on it - ‘Luke Branson’. There were fresh flowers on it along with a few pens, pencils, notepads and a plug strip ready for my laptop, phone, and iPad. In the middle was an empty coffee mug that read ‘Big Boss’. I wondered how Kim meant that.

I was being scrutinized by a pretty brunette at a desk in the back corner. She waved but had a cellphone glued to one ear. She gestured with her other hand at me and the phone. I nodded my understanding that she was busy. I knew from a text that Dale Wickes, the manager of PFC-Garnett, was at one of the other PFC sites that day with Kim and Kevin, her assistant. I noted his busy desk. Kim had one next to him with even more papers and folders on it.

I spread out my laptop and was doing emails when I heard Miss Ryan ending the call. She immediately came over and held her hand out. “Hi, I’m Jean, as you probably guessed.”

“It’s nice to meet you face-to-face instead of on the phone. How’s it all going?” I waved my arm in the direction of the office and gym areas.

“I was just doing a telephone interview for a massage therapist that responded to an ad we have on a Dallas job board. He sounded pretty good, so I asked him to come in and talk some more to us in person. Kim or Kevin will interview him Friday at two p.m.”

“Can you be certain they’ll be here?” I gestured at their empty desks.

Jean nodded, “They blocked off time slots for me to book. I’ve booked other interviews for them that afternoon, too.”

She gestured at the flowers, “Do you like them? I hope I didn’t upset your masculinity by putting them there? Kim told us you’d be here today.”

“No, no. I love them, in fact. I have relatively low ego needs in that way. My ying and yang are pretty balanced. I’m not gay, but I do love things like flowers, poetry, and even chick flicks. I can be pretty sentimental at times and I love cats and dogs.”

We chatted some more, a lot of it shifting to the open positions Jean was trying to staff for the various properties we’d bought or leased. She’d also gone to the colleges and universities with the kinds of programs that might end up feeding staff to PFC and had hopes for results from that soon. She’d put up bulletin board job posts there.

I had arrived late afternoon and by then it was about five-twenty local time. I wondered if Jean felt that she had to stick around until I left. I recalled Kim’s edict that I take her to dinner, too. I glanced at my watch, recalling that I was in another time zone.

“Jean, given the time, are you free for an after-work drink and maybe dinner? No pressure and please don’t upset any other plans you have.” I figured that gave her an ‘out’ if she wanted to not get so involved.

She lit up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. “I’d love that. Yes. Let’s get to know each other better. I’ve only heard work things about you from Kim. I like to understand people and where they’re coming from.”

Not being familiar with the area, I had Jean lead us, first to a nice lounge and then to an authentic Mexican restaurant where we split a dinner.

As we sipped a glass of wine at a nearby lounge, Jean said, “Kim said you were married, but she said something that I didn’t understand. She added to that statement, ‘Times three’, and then laughed. What’s that mean?”

I started with a smirk. I liked to shock people. “Ellie is my wife and a senior event planner for Occasions International. She’s working on a destination celebrity wedding in Antarctica about six months from now, a typical challenge for her. I’m also engaged or married or in situationships, depending on how you think about them, to three other women that live with us … and then there are a dozen others in similar relationships with me or us, I should say.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jean protested her lack of understanding as she flopped back on the lounge sofa to study me more thoroughly. “Say that all a different way.”

“I am legally married to Ellie - about eleven years. Living with us are Erin, Amber, and Lila, who we just gave engagement rings to, although they’ve been describing us to others as their husband or wife. We like that terminology, too. We’ll have a further commitment ceremony to them in the future to cement those relationships and lock-in the language. We’re taking steps so we’re more of a legal family without anybody becoming a bigamist.”

Jean made a ‘keep talking’ motion with her hands. She had become exceptionally attentive, leaning forward and locked in one every word. God, she had nice eyes and a smile that was so engaging.

I went on, “Other women living in the large house with us are Anna, Molly, Nicky, Katelyn, and Linda - and we’re intimate with them, too. Additional intimate friends include Sophia, Stacy, Patty, Candella, Cat, Ally, and a few others that stay over frequently and are with me often. Penny is a special case and she’s around a lot with her twelve-year-old daughter Karolann - who increasingly calls me dad.”

Jean sat back. “Do you have magic pheromones or something? All those single women … ”

“No, no. Many of them are married or engaged to others. There are other men living in the large house: Craig and my brother Jake. Jerry and Dee have a suite there. Visiting often are Steve, Cole, Mark, Brad, Martyn, Greg - my bother in law, John, Garth, Lev, Harlan, and a few others. They’re my buds, and that’s all, unlike the women who I’m intimate with. That’s the Sarasota crew - not in any particular order. We’re all part of a large polyamorous family that has grown up around a few of us. The poly family is about three years old.”

“Out of curiosity, why is Penny special?”

“She’s a single mom - very competent lawyer. She asked me to father a child with her, so we’re working on that extra special project.”

“Wow. That’s … really generous of you, given all the potential complications around that. You have sex with her and all those women?”

I nodded, “We make love, yes. The poly family is very loving, thus the ‘amorous’ part of the longer word. I didn’t mention Jerry and Wade and their spouses in that list of names, although they’re here in Dallas. Ellie, for instance, has loving relationships with each of them.”

Jean observed, “Jerry is married to Dee. I met her when he brought her by the office the week I started. He’s impressive and his knowledge of technology is waaaay over my head. You didn’t mention their wives.” I noted that she didn’t mention his wealth, a good sign.

“I should have had Dee, Susan, Kim, and Deana on my list. I guess I was only thinking of Sarasota. I’m helping to grow a poly family here, too. Jerry and Wade challenged me to help them do that. For some reason, I have a knack at making that happen.”

Jean rolled her eyes, “Okay, you’ve piqued every brain cell about your poly group. I want to know everything about it - especially the … errr … the making love part. How’s that work with so many people - a lot of random hook-ups?”

* * * * *
The restaurant kicked us out of the place at ten-thirty. We’d been their only customers for over a half-hour when we learned they closed around ten o’clock. I left a generous extra tip and profuse thanks for their patience.

Over dinner I had gotten the work, education, and family backgrounds of Jean Ryan, but she’d kept peppering me with question after question about me, Ellie, my family, and the entire polyamorous group. She wanted the who, what, why, where, when, and how about everything. She also zoomed in on the set up of a similar group in Dallas, and I could tell that gave her pause. She was interested but didn’t want to say so. I didn’t let on that I expected that based on what Kim has said about her.

Whether it was intentional or not, Jean had moved closer and closer to me in the restaurant’s booth until we were often brushing against each other as we ate and drank. Ostensibly, at the start, it was to hear each other better since the place was noisy. Later, I felt sure it was physical attraction.

As we walked out of the restaurant, I offered a ride to her car or home. I had driven us around in my rental car, leaving her car at the office.

Jean studied me, smiled, and said, “Come home with me. Stay over.” It was that simple. I said, “Okay,” and she gave me directions. My travel bag was still in the trunk of the car. I was good for the rest of the week wherever I landed.

Jean had a modest townhouse about a block from a main drag through her part of town. The place was quiet and neat. We didn’t waste a second of time after the door shut. She turned to me and we quickly locked in an embrace and series of kisses that carried us into the bedroom as I removed her clothes and shed mine.

The workouts in the gym from even before she worked for PFC showed. She was trim and in great shape. She got to me before I got to her. She inhaled and proved to me that I’d met another woman that could take all of my shaft as she toyed with it. She delighted in pushing her nose against my body and looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes and a sense of pride at her accomplishment. After a few minutes I stopped her and reversed the dynamic.

I went down on Jean and slowly worked my magic on her body with my hands, palms, fingers, mouth, and tongue, bringing her to a lovely crescendo only a couple of minutes after I started. She tasted wonderful and responded in warming ways. I think our whole evening had been foreplay. I continued, ignoring her initial pleas to come and do her. I did my thing for several more orgasmic cycles before I did rise over her and slide into her welcoming warmth and wetness.

* * * * *
We arrived at work together Friday morning. Kim was already there. She applauded when Jean and I walked into the office together. “Oh, good. The two of you connected. I knew you would. You’re so cute together. When I saw Jean’s car outside, I knew.” I was smiling and Jean was blushing.

I teased back, “And how was Rick?”

Kim grinned, “He was fabulous and very satisfying. We actually slept part of the time, too. I talked to him about Saturday some more so that he had the complete picture. You’ll like him. Did you ask Jean?”

I shook my head. “Might be premature to do that,” I suggested to Kim. We’d just talked about Jean as though she wasn’t standing right there.

Jean was beside me and kept questioning in a low tone, “What? Wait? What are you talking about? What happens Saturday? What do you need to ask me? What do you mean by premature? Something sounds very interesting the way you both spoke.” There was the hint of something sexual given Kim’s overnight with Rick.

Kim jumped up and dramatically interrupted but with a laugh signaling that she was sticking me with a communication job. “I’m headed out for coffee. I’ll bring back two for you and I’ll be at least a half-hour.” She just about ran from the office area, firmly shutting the door behind her, and disappearing down the metal stairway. I was left holding the bag. Her rapid exit to leave me holding the bag made me break into laughter since it was so obvious.

Jean looked at me, playfully put her hands on her hips, wiggled them at me in a sexy way, and said, “Well?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes to indicate that Kim had stuck me with an embarrassing task. “I mentioned a couple of times that Jerry is trying to set up a polyamorous group here like we have in Sarasota. That group is in its formative stage and is getting together for a romantic evening on Saturday. It’ll be a smaller version of what I told you my poly family is like. Group sex. Romantic. Enjoying multiple partners. Safe, private, and confidential.”

“How many people?” The question surprised me based on all the other possibilities.

I counted off the names on my fingers: “Jerry, Dee, Wade, Susan, Ken, Deana, Kim, Rick, and me. I planned on staying through the weekend into next week. So, nine of us.”

“So, you’ll there without a partner?”

“Yes, I’ll be there but that won’t matter. All the women will be my partner at some point during the night and I love to watch them being pleasured. As I told you about the group in Sarasota, we’re very sexual and caring. We embody the concept of compersion. I’m perpetually horny and so are my companions and friends. We get-together and let it all out on Saturday and sometimes other nights, too. There are no command performances; there’s lots of romance. The objectives are erotic fun, love, and friendship.”

Jean studied me, as though she were weighing all the things I’d told her the night before as she deep drilled into my lifestyle and that of the polyamorous family. I hadn’t held anything back. She may as well know who she’d be working for part of the time. I’d even described the group sex that took place on our patio where we were in sight of each other and often watching.

Jean finally and insistently said, “Will you please ask me to attend with you?”

I turned more fully to her and smiled, “Jean, a group of people that are constantly horny but who want loving relationships around them are holding a party on Saturday. There will be group sex, sharing of yourself with everyone else at the party, plus exhibitionism and voyeurism beyond imagination for most of the night. Would you be my date for that event?”

Jean broke into a huge smile. “Yes, I’d be delighted.”

Chapter 3 - Group Growth

I watched as my friend Jerry plowed into Jean Ryan as she screamed in pleasure and kept calling his name. We were on the patio at Jerry’s large mansion. The evening was getting cool, but the house had outside space heaters and with all the physical effort being expended, no one seemed to notice any chill in the air. There were ten of us, naked and almost constantly fucking with someone of the opposite sex.

At the moment I was watching Jerry and Jean, I was with Deana. I’d been eating her hairy pussy and praising her for maintaining her pubic crop rather than shaving it all off the way many women had, including half of my own household. Deana kept pleading with me to fuck her, and I was getting there, but she tasted so good and had such a lovely aroma. I got as much pleasure out of eating pussy as I did fucking it.

When we did start to fuck, Jerry and Jean watched us. They’d finished and were just cuddling together only six feet away on another chaise. I felt Deana start to put a little extra ‘umph’ into her responses to my thrusts; she was performing for our viewing public.

Jean has been shocked when she recognized Deana - the weather reporter she saw nightly on WDFW-TV during the week. Deana had to stop her overly genuflecting at her finally. Jean did a nice recovery and got her head on straight about the equality of the people at the event.

Somehow, Jean had not taken in that Jerry was THE Jerry Montros on TV almost daily because of his outrageous tech-generated wealth, the notoriety of his artificial intelligence business - AIGenZ, and the entire AI industry. I was with her when she had that epiphany. She started to babble about billions and billions. I explained that his help with Prime Fitness Centers Dallas was part of his effort to diversify his personal portfolio. I helped her through to a more level place in thinking about all the others at the party. Kim was there and acting quite natural - even with Jerry’s cum running down her leg.

Jerry and Dee had served us a dinner of ‘heavy hors d’oeuvres’ that was delicious and satisfying. Dee had made some of them herself and relied on her kitchen staff for others. The help in the house had been dismissed for the night and the bodyguards were asked to be scarce.

I asked Jerry if he was worried about one of the bodyguards taking photos and writing a tell-all book. He laughed and reminded me that if the veil of privacy and discreet protection was breached, he’d mention it publicly and the company providing the executive protection would instantly lose billions in business by several thousand other wealthy people that depended on them for complete privacy and discretion. The men and women on the security details involved were beyond reproach.

There was some nude swimming that Jean and I participated in as she got used to the idea of being with the other men. Her first partner after that was Ken Yeats. I could tell that she shelved any concern about the evening or the status of the participants and gave her all to the lovemaking going on.

After Deana was satisfied and I took a short swim and rinse, I was with Susan and then Dee. I slept with Jean in one of Jerry and Dee’s lavish guest rooms. We did make love in the middle of the night. Finding two more people - Rick and Jean - for the Dallas Circle was satisfying. Jerry was ecstatic about the additions but he still wanted more.

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The next month passed in the blink of an eye. I was splitting my time between Sarasota and Dallas building and maintaining the fitness business. Over that time, we opened a new facility in North Port (near Sarasota) and two in Fort Worth. Both were takeovers but would require work to expand to our service offerings and get the staffing right. Jean couldn’t hire people fast enough.

Penny and I had a milestone a few days before Thanksgiving when she checked with the doctor after a couple of positive IPTs. She announced her pregnancy at the large Thanksgiving banquet we held at the house. I stood and held her as she spoke. I pulled in Karolann to be there with us - family. We were part of the poly family - a family within a family. Everybody had known that we were trying for this result, so the news was welcome and generated applause. Karolann had really adopted me as her ‘dad’ more than I realized, and I liked having a young teen. I told Penny that I was a teenager’s father-in-training. There was hero worship going on there that I tried to tamp down with the teen.

I talked to Penny about her moving into the house. We had the room, but I worried about what her daughter would see and hear given the casual sex that took place all day long. After much discussion, we tabled the idea while Penny mounted a sex education course with Karolann and we thought about consequences.

Karolann knew I was married to Ellie, Erin, Amber, and Lila, and that I had a special relationship with her mother. When Penny found out that she was pregnant with my child, there were a lot of special discussions with Karolann about our unique relationship and situationship. Karolann learned that I loved the other women that she knew around the house; both those that lived there and those that visited. She got her first serious introduction to the word ‘polyamorous’. We labeled what she’d been seeing.

Penny and I realized that like my friend Rick in Dallas, Karolann was seeing first-hand that a person could love more than one person and have multiple relationships in a way that was harmonious and that worked to everyone’s advantage.

Erin and Ally missed Thanksgiving week with the clan. They flew to Los Angeles the Saturday before that week to do some special filming for Adult Productions Inc. or API, using their studios, sets, hairstylists, makeup artists, sound and film crews. A few of the well-known stud actors in the adult scene were teamed with one or another of the two during the long week, even doing some filming on the holiday.

Erin’s stardom was still on the upswing but she was determined to finish out her senior year in college and graduate despite the lure of fame and immediate money doing porn. She and Ally each starred in a feature length film and did enough miscellaneous recording of other scenes that API Studios would be able to piece together a dozen short videos for each girl in addition to the two full movies. My sister-in-law was glowing that she’d been asked to do some films since she was about a decade older than Erin and starting to feel over the hill.

Ally and Erin got back to Sarasota on the red eye so they could be at the Saturday night party. They were an instant hit over dinner as they disclosed their activities for the week. We were trusting. L.A. mandated the use of condoms and the studio insisted that everyone including her had ‘clean paper’ from reputable testing labs. API was insistent that their actors be ‘clean’ and able to prove it.

We were missing the complement of people that now comprised the Dallas Group - Jerry, Dee, Wade, Susan, Ken, Deana, Kim, Rick, and most recently Jean. They were doing their own celebration at Wade and Susan’s home, less than a half mile from where Jerry and Dee lived.

As in prior years, we had many of our parents present for the holiday, most arriving to stay at the house the weekend before. Of that group, some were excited about the prospect of moving into Palmwood, the small co-housing-like neighborhood being renovated about two miles from our home.

My parents, John and Cat, and Amber’s parents Karl and Candella, had moved into two of the ready homes in Palmwood in late summer. Plans to move in sooner didn’t fit the reality of extracting from their northern homes or jobs.

John got recruited by the Amazon warehouse in Venice, about twenty miles south of Sarasota. With his background in logistics and shipping, he was a no-brainer for the management team. Cat wrangled a professorship at the nearby university where she’d teach and do research in anthropology and sociology. She sold her new colleagues on her by talking about doing an immersive study on polyamorous groups. She had three lined up as her starting subjects: the one we were in, the senior group they were forming at Palmwood, and the Dallas group Jerry and I were building. She’d find others to study, too.

Karl had been unable to retire until September. By then, Candella was already living in the new house and working for Harrison, Shaw, and Associates as their newest paralegal. She slipped into the new job without missing a beat. He planned to do ‘something’ after the new year.

Cat confided that Candella spent her ‘lonely nights’ in bed with her and John. I learned that Craig, Linda, and Katelyn were often over in Palmwood for ‘senior sex’, too. The sexual vibe was as strong in that group as it was in the group of regulars we partied with.

While their focus was on their new homes and the foursome that had formed there, the four living in Palmwood still made random appearances at our home and at the Saturday evening parties. Jake and I had gotten used to having a loving and physical relationship with Cat. Somehow, we all managed to conveniently forget about the blood ties there.

Cat was ecstatic when she learned that Penny was pregnant and would be delivering ‘my’ first grandchild. The dynamics of her joy were interesting to observe as she skirted around our own relationship as well as my relationship with Ellie, Erin, Amber, and Lila. The vocabulary to address all the nuances of a group or polyamorous lifestyle didn’t exist.

Lila’s parents were not forgotten. I’d offered to fly Lila’s parents to Sarasota for the holiday or anytime that they wanted but they were adamant about not leaving the island - ever. I offered Lila the opportunity to be home with them, but she chose to stay with us. She did manage to have a long FaceTime call with them as a middle ground.

I arranged for them to receive a catered meal on the holiday that would leave them with some good leftovers. By then, too, their home had electricity, got wired for lights and Internet, had a television, and they each received a cellphone and training on how to use it. I tried to hide those improvements in their lives from Lila, but she found out anyway. There’s nothing like having a teary wife because you made her exceptionally happy doing something for her parents.

I thought of Karl and Candella as my ‘in laws’ since I’d become engaged to Amber. Whenever they were around, I was motivated to be with my sexy mother-in-law the same way I was with Grace, Ellie’s mother. I finally sorted out in my head where I’d seen her before. She was dead ringer for an older porn star named Kenzie Anne that had been … was still a favorite of mine - a short-haired frosty blonde with a memorable bustline and figure that stopped traffic three states over when she went out in public.

Erin’s parents lived in the house and Ellie’s mother Grace was planning to move into Palmwood over the coming summer. She seemed so glad to be in the area rather than up in Maine where she currently lived and worked. “My blood needs warm weather like this,” she declared one day as we made love outside just after the holiday.

Each trip that Grace made to Florida, she left everything in her suitcase in one of our storage spaces and carried the empty bag home for another load on her next trip. She was slowly moving her possessions in our direction.

There were parents from some of the other members of our polyamorous family that were not interested in Palmwood or in the relationships we had created that had a sexual component. Many had come to the house or Sarasota for the first time to meet the friends and lovers that their son or daughter had a ‘situationship’ with.

The regulars had adopted an open and honest communication mode with each of them, perhaps providing too much information about our lifestyle. Their son or daughter’s participation in the group was clear and unambiguous, including about the sexual component.

The polyamorous family members were well-behaved and we severely moderated our PDAs and kept the conversations and teasing with each other G-rated. We went out of our way to befriend each new person, too, but many of the conversations revolved around small talk such as where they were from, our great weather, or our jobs.

People understand gyms, spas, and the general idea of martial arts, so describing my company was easy and stimulated further conversation and questions. The fact I was expanding in Sarasota and building a Dallas branch made me more of an interesting and safe topic source.

When Ellie circulated, her work arranging events was equally well understood and generated interesting questions. She had many stories to tell about billionaires and movie stars that she’d met and done events or weddings for that kept the conversations neutral and non-controversial with the ‘muggles’ - the people not involved with our sexual activities. Planning the wedding in Antarctica proved and interesting topic, too. That event was over a year away but was full of issues to be resolved.

The day was a success. The kitchen and garage refrigerators ended up full of leftovers, so we’d be having turkey and the side dishes for many more days.

Chapter 4 - Sales Job

By March, we had eight Prime Fitness Centers up and running in the Dallas area and twelve more ‘under development’ in some way. Only one had the full complement of programs and services we wanted for a typical site. The others needed work and staff to get close to the Prime ideal.

Under development more typically meant that we had a contractor working on the site, possibly a site manager, but few staff. Kim had hired Jean Ryan as the area’s HR head and she had one remit from us - Find Staff for Prime Fitness Centers. We needed multiple hires for every type of job in PFC. Each week we were adding to the payroll, fortunately, so the voids were getting filled, sometimes even a loan from another of our facilities.

Besides the job boards, Jean had the hiring campaign active in other social media and was putting up job postings at nearby schools and even at places like coffee shops near other gyms or spas.

One by one over the month we slowly got managers for each of the PFC sites. The job was pretty awesome and each person was to be an entrepreneur about their post. About two-thirds were women. All were jocks of some kind. Everyone turned out to be a head turner, and they were smart and creative as all hell.

In their new post, they had to take over completion of the modifications to their site, help Jean hire worker-bees for each site, and learn about all the PFC programs. Every couple of weeks we’d take the newest hires to Sarasota for a few days to see how business was being done there. Ellie called it, “To learn the PFC way.”

I told them, please duplicate the good parts and add to it with your own ideas. They were amazed there was a ‘corporate’ budget for innovation creation, testing, and deployment. The money came mostly from Jerry and Dee. I was embarrassed that we were still running the Dallas operations at a loss.

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Jerry and I stood at the bar in his luxury home’s ‘family’ room. The room was larger than my first house. He pleaded, “Please, Luke, you know the words to say and how to explain about the poly experience to someone new. You talked Wade and Susan into joining us, and then you seduced Ken and Deana and got them interested in us. Rick and Jean are wonderful additions. We want more people with us. Susan has two couples as prospects.”

I admonished, “You need to become self-sufficient even in the recruiting process - and be creative. Think of how Ellie, Amber, and I hooked up with you and Dee.”

He rolled his eyes. “I am - exactly. We learned you lived in a poly environment and asked some key questions. Your answers won us over.”

“You were already primed to expand your horizons. We just happened to be there at the right time.”

“No, no,” he protested.

Susan came over and latched onto my arm, pulling it against her nude body. “I heard your comments and I agree with Jerry. Luke, you have the magic touch when it comes to getting other people interested in being polyamorous - and sexual. I’ll help you but you have to be there. You’re the magic.”

I sighed. “Okay, when and how?”

“You tell us,” Susan said. “We could meet somewhere, say for coffee or drinks, or we could have them here next weekend?”

“I’ll stay over the weekend. I was planning to work with Kim on the expansions.” I paused and said, “Tell me about these two couples - bios and what makes you think they’d be interested in going poly?”

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