Loosening Up Bk. 03 Ch. 05-08 - Growth

"Joan, if you want to talk more about this at any time, please feel free to call any of us. Brian can tell you how to reach us."

Joan and Brian headed out to the curb as one of the parking valets brought their car front and center. Alice stood and waved goodbye to the couple with a bright smile.

Dave drifted back to the patio. He found Donna sitting on the side of the pool with her legs in the water. She was wearing her bikini bottoms, but had put on the top she'd worn earlier. Only a few of the other people at the party had sampled the pool. She was talking to Christie and Pam. He wandered over.

"Is everything all right? Can I get anything for any of you?"

Donna looked up at Dave and smiled. She was clearly star-struck.

Pam and Christie both raised their eyebrows and looked at Dave. Pam pointed at Donna, "You had a little interlude earlier with her, didn't you?"

Dave smiled like the Cheshire cat. The two Circle members laughed as Dave drifted away to another conversation group. Circle members always teased each other when they had sex with someone new or in some unusual situation, consequently Dave got a lot of teasing.

Derek Wilson caught up to Dave. He clamped an arm around his shoulders and steered him off to the side on the patio where the buffet tables had stood before dinner had been cleared away. The catering crew was just cleaning up the area, and packing things away at a rapid pace.

"Dave, I need you to do me a big favor."

"Yes, sir," Dave replied in a subservient tone.

"I remind you of what I told you at my party." Dave clutched. He was afraid of what was coming. Derek emphasized, "You may fuck Emily whenever you want to, and in fact I hope you do. With multiple wives and living in this cohousing complex, you must have a stable of lovers. She'd like to be one of your fillies."

Dave shook his head, "That would make it really awkward at work, sir. What would happen if you changed your mind about me and my abilities? What if Emily falls madly in love with me? Heck, what if she got pregnant?"

Derek laughed. "The latter is highly unlikely. She went through menopause early. Believe me I suffered through every hot flash and more with her. As for your former points, the expression of my love for her is to allow her lovers who turn her every which way but loose. I deduce that you are one of those men that can do just that. I may be nuts, but I am secure in the longevity and strength of our marriage. Even when she falls in love with you, and she probably will, she'll still come home with me. That's not an ego statement, only what I'm sure will happen. We love each other just the way you and Alice apparently do."

Dave said, "I have some rules that I have to abide by ... rules set by my extended family. I mentioned them to Emily."

"What might those be?" Derek asked in a friendly tone. He clearly wanted to pave the way for Dave and Emily to have sex together.

"The most stringent one is a very recent and very clean STD test." Dave blanched, "I don't mean to imply that Emily has anything wrong with her or that I think that, it's only that if any of us are going to branch out with someone new that they prove not just to me, but to my extended family, that they are clean. I will do the same for Emily, of course.

"My second requirement to put out there is the need to have a close rapport with my partner, not just in lust but also in love, kindness, and areas shared. I'm not into one-night stands, or a fuck just for the sake of a fuck. I'm afraid I'm a romantic at heart; all of us are in my family ... even in the Circle. We want there to be something of substance between us besides the sex. The sex becomes a confirmation of the relationship rather than the basis for it."

Derek replied, "Consider it done. She'll have the test done by the end of next week. As for your second point, why don't you come over for cocktails next Saturday. If you wish to invite your wife or wives, please bring them. Say five-thirty at my house. This will be for a couple of hours of conversation and nothing more. Casual dress - poolside, even, so sexy bikinis would not be inappropriate." He grinned lecherously and chuckled. "You'll get to see more of the merchandise, and I love to gaze at beautiful women.

"By the way, based on what you just said, I am now certain that I have picked the right man for her to have her assignations with. I want her to have a loving relationship with someone. My knowing about it would relieve her of any guilt. Let's see how this evolves over the next few weeks. Thanks for considering this crazy request."

Derek turned and walked away with a smile. A few minutes later, Derek found Alice and Dave together, and he and Emily thanked them for the party and departed the project.

Dave wandered around, and then found he had a shadow. He turned. "Erin! Hello. I saw you earlier, but wasn't able to break away and talk."

"I know. You hosted two-hundred-fifty people at this small intimate gathering of yours. What a blast. The band was great and the food a gourmet treat, by the way. Further, you had all sorts of 'candy' here for your guests to enjoy."

"Candy?"

Erin laughed, "The fireworks. The movie stars. The billionaire. The millionaires. Food fit for royalty. Superb wines. Imported beers from different countries. Sexy waitresses and waiters. I could keep going. It was wonderful, and I genuinely appreciate that you thought to invite me and Carl."

"Where is Carl? I saw him arrive, but not since."

"He circulated for a bit, but then just left. He asked me to express his thanks. He's not a real social butterfly, if you know what I mean. Nothing was wrong; in fact, everything was right. He actually got to talk to Jennifer Lawrence for ten minutes, and it blew him away. He did not interview her, just so you know, but I don't think he'll every wash his right hand again after they shook hands goodbye." She chuckled.

Dave laughed. "And you?"

"I got to briefly chat with Vin Diesel, but then was able to sit with Owen Bennett at dinner. He is one really nice man, and far from the Christopher Grey image of a billionaire. You'd think Owen was just one of the guys."

Dave chuckled, "Did he tell you about Alice's tattoos? That's how we all met him, subsequently."

"NO! What?"

"Before all that money graced his palm, Owen made money in college working at a tattoo parlor that a friend of his started. He was good, creative, and careful. Alice got talked into getting one, so she went to the right place and met him. Even though he had all his money, he did her tats - three of them, in fact. He was helping out his friend only a couple of years ago, and that's how we ended up having him in our social circle."

"He lives here, right?"

"Right over there," Dave pointed. "He's on the road a fair amount, as you might expect for someone of his caliber. His corporate jet and runway are just over the fields on the far side of my house."

"He has a plane here? Wow! What luxury."

"He's a very modest guy. He doesn't want to be known for the money he has, but for the friendship and affection he offers."

"He seemed that way when I talked to him. He was telling me about how he, Alice, and Pam fly, but he talked about flying small planes, and I got the feeling he learned at some satellite airport near here."

"He did. Alice and Pam took most of their lessons from here, though. Did you meet Ken Toomey? He was their flight instructor for both their private licenses and recommended friends for their instrument ratings."

"I did meet Ken, but he never mentioned flying. We got to talking politics and philanthropy, but then parted ways because of an interruption."

Dave commented, "Ken is likely going to move into one of the townhouses that just started construction on our property."

Erin asked, "And who is Donna Klaubert?"

Dave blushed slightly for no particular reason, "She's the personal assistant or executive assistant to Derek Wilson, who was here with his wife. Derek is my boss' boss. That was who I was talking with just before you walked over."

"You and Donna sure were having fun up in your guest room. I was hoping that I could talk you into showing me what it was you did to her that drove her into some other universe of pleasure."

Dave was speechless. He blushed. "You saw?"

She laughed, "You left the friggin' door ajar, and you told people to give themselves tours of your homes. I took you at your word. I just happened to stroll by the door, partly in response to the feminine moans and groans I heard in the hallway and just when Donna crested and apparently fainted. You cuddled her - a nice move, I have to say - until she woke up and then the two of you made love. You are one romantic and lusty individual ... and I would like to be on your dance card every now and then. What did you do to her that made her pass out?"

Dave dropped into a nearby chair. The action made him realize how weary his legs were. Except for sitting at dinner and his intimate time with Donna, he'd been on his feet most of the day and evening.

He looked at Erin and evaluated her. She was studious, even nerdy. She wore large, dark rim glasses, yet had a sexy body that called to him. She wasn't overly busty, but that was fine with him. He guessed her age to be around twenty-seven after closer examination.

"Erin, she passed out from an overdose of pure orgasmic pleasure that I gave her. As for the dance card, I have two fundamental requirements before we might play together, if we ever do." Dave went on just as he had with Derek about Emily about the need for intimacy before sex, and the STD tests. She just took in the information for a moment.

Erin countered, "So, I agree with what you just said. I would like that, too. Would I be welcome to visit you, here, so we could talk and get to know each other?"

"Providing on a stack of Bibles as high as the sky that you swear you'll never put a word about anything you learn about me or any of us in print in any media anywhere. That request especially includes Owen Bennett, because he's such a celebrity and doesn't want to be."

Erin looked shocked, "Of course. I'm not two faced, but I know some reporters are. I'm not. Trust me, please. I will respect everyone's privacy and confidentiality. Any stories I'm interested in are all far from your Circle enclave, I promise."

Dave apologized for the slight to her professionalism, but did explain about how there were a growing number of reputations of important people to protect. Erin seemed to get it. She thanked him for the party, promised to see him very soon to start building their friendship, and then headed home.

•* * * *

Donna found Dave about that time, and pulled him up so the two could dance. She molded herself to his body, and they began to sway to the mellow music the band had segued into playing. She wore her colorful top and bikini bottoms, and Dave was still in his Dockers. They were both barefoot.

"I'm in love with you," Donna crooned up into his ear. She kissed his cheek and then his lips. No one seemed to notice or care. Almost everyone had left. A few people were helping to clean up the area, including some of the caterers, waiters, and waitresses.

"I love you too," Dave told her. "You know my life. It's complicated, and gets even more complicated with every sweep of the minute hand."

Donna said, "I know that Emily Wilson wants you to fuck her lights out. Derek must have talked to you."

Dave laughed, "You don't miss much. He did, and then I had a further solicitation."

"Alice said I could sleep next to you tonight. I'm hoping we can make love again." Donna's whole body quivered for a few seconds as an aftershock from their earlier sex games rippled through her interior.

Dave teased, "There'll be others in the bed."

"Alice came and ate all your cum from my pussy just after you left me sleeping in bed. She gave me two orgasms, and then insisted that I give her at least one. I'd never eaten a woman before. I liked it and want to do it some more."

"Then you get to sleep in our bed. We do actually sleep part of the time." His voice had a teasing air to it.

Donna got Dave again the night of the party. Actually, it was the morning after the party, but it was around two a.m. They weren't alone.

Alice and Nancy has talked the slightly older woman into some bisexual playtime while Dave got ready to try to take her to new heights. He didn't plan to give her another A-spot orgasm. He thought that might ruin her for over a week. Instead, he planned a good and solid, robust fucking, aided and abetted by two of his wives.

The best position turned out to be Donna on her back with Alice straddling her head and lowering her pussy to Donna's mouth. Nancy sucked on Donna's breasts and toyed with various erogenous zones, awaiting the opportunity she sought. Dave came out of the bathroom and sized up the three women; he nodded at Nancy and gestured to Donna's pussy.

Seconds later, Nancy had fisted Donna as she moaned into Alice's cunt. Minutes later, Alice dismounted and watched as Nancy gave Donna another A-spot orgasm that made her faint dead away in a sexual coma.

Dave, Alice, and Nancy all cradled Donna, lavishing her with kisses and love as she awoke and looked around her. She said, "I love all of you. I really love you with all my heart."

Dave then made love to Donna as Nancy spread her legs over her face and got eaten. Dave concentrated on making the engagement long and delivering delirious pleasure. Alice helped by rubbing Donna's clit and sucking on Nancy's breasts as well as kissing her.

Somewhere around Donna's fifth orgasm, he came deep inside her sexy body. She about turned inside out at the pulses of pleasure. As soon as he extracted, Julie appeared, naked and eager. She had her mouth locked onto Donna's pussy as she tried to extract every molecule of male sperm that he'd injected into her quim. Alice and Nancy lay snuggled together and watched.

Donna pounded the sheets with her hands, and came thrice more. After that she didn't even pretend to be aware or awake. She immediately dropped off into an exhausted slumber. When Dave got into bed next to her after cleaning up, she moved in a way that almost forced him to spoon her. He was sure she was asleep. He didn't mind. He kissed her again, and fell asleep holding the older beauty against him.

The communal breakfast for the Circle didn't get underway until ten in the morning. Amazingly, the catering staff had pulled all of their equipment, tables, chairs, and such from the patio. Dave noted that some still resided in his garage awaiting another truck.

Dave, Wendy, Kat, and Ken were the kitchen staff. As usual for a Sunday morning, they were doing special orders for everybody. As onerous as that sounded, most people kept their order the same Sunday after Sunday. Nonetheless, this resulted in eggs in various styles, home fries, ham, bacon, hollandaise sauce, English muffins, I toast, pancakes, biscuits and gravy, omelets, sausage, fruit, and a whole raft of other breakfast delicacies.

Sean and Dev wandered around the patio picking up a few odds and ends after the party while the cooks did their thing; picking up an errant wine glass here, or a beer bottle hidden in the bushes. By the time they'd circulated they had one of the eight foot round tables filled with detritus from the gathering the night before.

Donna crept into the core area from the Prentiss house, looking a little ragged. She wore one of Dave's t-shirts, her thong that had spent most of the night hanging from the headboard, and gone barefoot. She blushed when she came face-to-face with everyone else in the Circle.

"I ... I did ... kind of ... get invited to stay overnight. If this is a private after-party, I can collect my things and head home."

Many voices rang out, "NO! Donna, we want you with us. Come and enjoy breakfast."

Ty explained, "This is an important meal for us, because it's part of our weekly celebration of the Circle - our being together and being loved, our friendship and intimacy, and our sexuality, which many of us celebrated last night after the party. Our close - and intimate - friends - like you, are always welcome. More of us want to get intimate with you, too."

Owen broke out in laughter, "Sex. Sex. Sex. Is that all this group thinks about?"

"YES!" The chorus of voices carried over the patio. There was a lot of laughter, including from Donna.

Owen patted the seat next to him. "Come sit with me, Donna. We barely met last night and I'd like to get to know you better."

Donna moved around the table and sat next to the multi-multi-millionaire, putting her awe aside as he asked about her meal order. After he understood what she'd like he hailed Ken over. "Ken, this beautiful woman would like two scrambled eggs with some bacon and wheat toast."

Ken grinned, "On it. Be about ten minutes." He raced off to the kitchen and made note of the order on the kitchen order board.

Donna said shyly, "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

Owen nodded, but said, "Let me ask you a question. Do you think Alice is beautiful?"

"She's gorgeous."

"Julie?"

"Also gorgeous."

"Pam and Heather?"

Both are knockouts. They could be fashion models."

"So, Dave consorts with beautiful women, right?"

"Errr ... right."

"Ergo, you must be beautiful because Dave chose you as one of his intimate friends."

"But ... that's crazy logic."

"All right. Let me try this. Look around at all the other women you see in the Circle. Do you see any that you think wouldn't qualify as beautiful?"

"Not at all. That's a terrible question."

"Dave makes love with all of them; ergo, Dave only makes love with beautiful women. Dave made love with you, and thus you must be beautiful."

Donna laughed, "But what if he just wanted to get into my pussy?"

Owen leaned forward and lifted the front of the t-shirt Donna was wearing so he could peer at her thong. "And such a beautiful pussy it is," he teased as she slapped at his hand. "Dave, doesn't NEED to get into any other pussies. He's smothered in them here in the Circle, BUT he does need to sample the pussies of beautiful women to see whether he wants to add them to his stable of beautiful women that he has relations with. I'm hoping that he'll choose you."

Donna continued to laugh. "OK. OK. I accept that I might be better than some on the beauty scale, but this crew is the toughest competition I've ever seen in one place."

A few minutes later Ken came out with a large tray with eight breakfasts on it. He uncovered each plate and distributed the food to the right person. Donna got her bacon and eggs.

She marveled, "Dave's cooking?"

Sean had joined them. He said, "It's his turn as cook. He likes this Sunday morning duty so he trades for it quite often. There are some people that don't like to cook at all, so he often gets a break from some job he doesn't like, like marshaling all the trash cans out for pickup on Tuesday morning."

Owen offered, "Just so you know, I have cleanup duty after breakfast. A few of us will make fast work of the dishes and cutlery, get the dishwasher bins loaded and on their way through the restaurant equipment we have here in the core kitchen."

Donna watched some of the people from the first wave of diners get up from the table. One person in that group, Jack Anders, went around to where people had sat and collected the plates and such, putting them on a tray in an organized way. Scraps and paper wastes were dumped into a large bin. When the tables were neat, he went to join the others, who were preparing for a morning swim.

The morning swim consisted of a lot of skinny-dipping. Shirts, thongs, bikini bottoms, and shorts were shed onto chairs and everyone migrated into the cool water. Donna watched without comment, but with large eyes that barely blinked at the nudity.