UNTOUCHABLE (Siri's Saga Book 1)

by Klide, Jessika

  Darren leads me under the balcony and down the hall to a small intimate office. When he closes the door, he asks me. "You did not know this was a swinger's party, did you?"

  "No. I'm sorry. I didn't. TD invited me late yesterday afternoon to a cocktail party. He failed to tell me that it was an actual cock and tail sex party."

  He frowns. "Siri, let me first apologize for TD's indiscretion. He isn't from around here, as you know. He doesn't understands the strict moral code we live under. If you are offended by our lifestyle choice, I apologize to you. You may leave after you sign the agreement. TD will take you home."

  "Apology accepted. I'm not offended. I admire couples who have the honesty with each other to own up to their sexual preferences and who have the balls to openly fuck someone else under the same roof as their spouse."

  His eyes widen, then he busts out laughing, relaxing.

  "If the others find out I didn't know, that would jeopardize a very delicate bond of trust you have managed to maintain within your group. I get it. I'll stay and play."

  "Great." He digs out a single sheet of paper and pushes it to me.

  When I read it, I'm surprised at the simplicity. It simply states that everything that happens within these walls are held in complete confidence.

  "Is this it? Is this the only rule?"

  "Lord, no. We have unofficial Rules of Engagement for the playrooms upstairs, but this is the only legal document you are required to sign."

  "I don't have problem signing this agreement." I pick up the pen, sign it and push it back to him, smiling.

  He puts the paper away, stands, and surveys my breasts and my dress with appreciation. "Shall we join the others?"

  "We shall." I question him as we walk back the reception area. "So, give me an idea, please, of what is in store. How do the couples hook-up? Do you play games?"

  "First, we will make sure each individual member is ok with you joining. Then, we will go into the courtyard for some social foreplay. Everyone gets time with each other to dance and flirt. Tonight, because you are new, each man will make time for you. When the foreplay is over, we will go upstairs. There are individual bedrooms for private fucking. In our house, we have given each woman her own room. You will get one too if you decide to become a permanent member."

  "And, if I don't?" I ask.

  "Then Rachael will be allowed to join TD. You can decorate the room in any manner you like. So far, the rooms reflect our women's preferred sexual tastes. There is, also, one big playroom where we play games. There is a nice entertainment system complete with a big screen TV where we've watched porn then had a group sex party. Everyone fucked everybody. It was wild!" He stops. We are standing around the corner. It's a short walk to the foyer where the others are waiting for us to join them.

  "Do you ever hire professionals?"

  He frowns looking puzzled. "Professionals? Do you mean prostitutes? No."

  I laugh. "Professional entertainers."

  "Oh, you mean strippers. No, but we recently installed a stripper pole and Angela is learning to pole dance."

  "That's fantastic! Good for her! But I actually meant professional erotic entertainers and erotic dancers. You said you watch porn sometimes. Do you ever hire live erotic professionals to get your juices flowing?"

  "No. Honestly, I never thought of that." He smiles and looks at my tits. "But damn! That's a fantastic idea! Do you know any?"

  "I think I can help you out with that." I wink at him. "Shall we join the others now and get this cock and tail sex party started?"

  He grins, offers his arm and I hook mine in it. Right before we enter the room, I joke with him. "I pray to Zeus, you know, because he is the Father of Fucking Gods, literally and figuratively."

  He laughs out loud at that. "You are going to make a nice addition to our group." We walk back in, side by side.

  Time to take control of this situation. I cross the room in full Diva mode in my Black & Blue Baby, clicking my heels on the floor, tits jiggling out the top, ass thumping like a heartbeat. I hear Aurei's long slow whistle. Take control, protect Rule #1 and return to the Golden God unfucked. That's my goal.

  When I arrive in front of TD, I give him an 'I know something you don't know' look with a smile. You are the one who is in for the surprise of their life. You have no idea who you brought, and what is about to happen, but it is going to be unforgettable!

  Darren announces that I have signed the contract and am willing to stay. He addresses the group in a formal way with a southern gentile voice and tone. "We will now perform the proper introductions and vote on Siri." He addresses TD and I. "After the vote, if everyone agrees, the group moves to the courtyard to get acquainted before we move upstairs. We want you to relax and have fun! Everyone wins here."

  Darren escorts me to the men in the receiving line while Angela takes TD and leads him to the women.

  The first man is Mac Duckworth. "Mac would you like to welcome Siri into our house?"

  I watch him as he assesses my assets. All men have a sexual tell, like a poker tell.

  Mac takes off his Cowboy hat and nods to me. His eyes travel over my tits down to my pussy where they linger. I encourage him by parting my legs, and cocking my ass while I take my purse off my shoulder to hold as a clutch, putting my hand on my hip. The move causes my skirt to slide up my thigh as it is pulled taut. His eyes flare. You're thinking, does she shave, wax, or leave her bush natural?

  He says in a country drawl. "Yes, I would love to welcome you, little lady."

  When Darren and I step away, his eyes leave my crotch and finally find my eyes. If you only knew, how special I treat mine, Cowboy! I wink at him. He puts his hat back on and rolls a toothpick out of his mouth as he grins at me.

  The next man is Brad Copper. "Brad, would you like to welcome Siri into our house?"

  Brad's eyes stay on my face as Darren speaks and when he addresses me, they travel up and down my dress. "Siri, you look ravishing tonight, your style and grace are appreciated. Welcome." Boredom. A man completely bored with sex. Poor thing. I'll relight your fire.

  We step to the last man in line, Charlie Parks from work. "Charlie, would you like to welcome Siri into our house?"

  Charlie's eyes never find my eyes, my face, or my dress. They are glued to my tits. A tits man, of course. I can't resist the urge to tease him. I put my hands behind my back, holding my purse between them and squeeze my shoulder blades together. The fabric slides back as my tits push forward and the dress expands, exposing the edge of my nipples. His eyes not only flare, but he puts his hand to his lips and wipes them. "Absolutely. I vote yes."

  "Me too." Darren says as he leads me to the middle of the room. I smile graciously at him.

  Angela brings TD to join us where we swap escorts and sides. Angela takes my hand. "That is a killer dress you are wearing. You look sensational."

  "Thank you."

  She leads me to the beginning of the line and repeats the process with each woman. Most women don't have sexual tells to another woman, but they have other issues to deal with like jealousy, envy, bitches, mean girls, dominants, submissives. A whole host of emotional bullshit to try to figure out.

  Mac's wife, Rosa is first. She stands under 5'5" tall. She has on bejeweled cowboy boots with a pants suit. Her posture says she's a rodeo queen. Her long hair is dark brown with light red highlights. She has it pushed behind her ears, the length falls wavy to the tops of her breasts. "Sure thang, honey, we are happy to have you." Her demeanor is open and warm. She is every bit a tom-boy. I bet she likes to fuck as much as her husband does. No issues there.

  Brad's wife, Bella, is the natural beauty of the girls. Her pure black hair looks almost blue in the bright light of the chandelier and is cut short, but not cropped. Her complexion is creamy with flawless skin. Her face is angular but not harsh. She is in the 5'8" range. She is not skinny, but not curvy either. She is an athlete, probably both golf and tennis. Her eyes travel from my face to my tits and stay
there. I see a sexual tell, and I test it to be sure. I put my hands behind my back like I did with Charlie and squeeze. My tits expand and her eyes flare ever so slightly. Interesting. She looks back up to my face. "Of course, Siri, welcome." I let my smile spread slowly over my face and she responds with a sexy as hell smile that pings my gaydar off the chart. Now, this is interesting. Bella is more complex than the others.

  Next is Mandy. Her long, straight, auburn hair is undeniably beautiful and her skin is pure like Bella's only rosy like Rosa's. Mandy smiles at me so sweetly, giggles, and hugs my neck. "I'm so happy you agreed to stay. I don't know how much longer TD could hold out." She winks at me and hooks my arm as we turn to look at TD. "He is threatening to fuck me by force if I don't give him some red haired pussy." He has reached Charlie, who slaps him on the back and they laugh about something or someone.

  "You shouldn't have teased him so hard at work. Poor guy. He's had a hard on for you since his first day."

  She laughs. "That's part of the game, girl! That's part of the fucking game."

  Angela takes my hand to walk with me back to the middle of the room like little girl best friends sometimes do. She squeezes it. "Are you nervous? Excited? Scared?"

  I answer truthfully. "Yes."

  She whispers. "Relax, let your guard down and enjoy yourself. No one is going to hurt you here. The men love and spoil us. They will love you too." I look into her eyes. The depth of her sincerity stops me. "Sure, we are swingers, Siri, and we fuck each other for fun, but we are more than that. We support each other in all things. Darren and I will be your best friends, he will aim to please you in bed, and we will be here for you no matter what. Don't worry. The first time is always the hardest."

  Her words touch a wound deep in my heart causing tears to come to my eyes. From the bullies that tortured me when I was little for having frizzy hair and big eyes, to the boys who pinned me in the locker room in middle school then took turns groping my DD tits, to the mean girls who shunned me after I won the high school beauty pageant, there hasn't been a handful of people who I count as sincere friends. There is Piper, Cat, Bart, and Brutus. No one from around here and no one from my childhood. She strokes my hair. "Love heals all wounds, Siri. This is a house of love." I squeeze her hand. She hooks my hand in the bend of her arm, pulls me toward Darren and says in a lighthearted, fun voice for everyone else to hear. "I do love the dress! Is it an original?"

  "Yes, but it's a one of a kind, I'm afraid, made especially for me."

  "It definitely looks like it was. It fits like a glove. I would love to have an evening dress made that would fit me that perfect."

  "I would be happy to hook you up with my designer."

  She smiles and raises her eyebrows making me laugh. "Ha! Not hook up like hook up, hook up like introduce you."

  "I knew what you meant, I couldn't resist teasing you. It is exquisite and you look so beautiful in it."

  "Thank you, Angela. That's awfully sweet of you to say."

  "It's true," she says as Darren and TD join us. She takes the hand Darren offers her. "Follow us to the courtyard."

  TD offers his arm and I take it. We leave the grand room foyer, going under the upstairs balcony, through one set of French doors into a horseshoe shaped veranda and out into the open air interior courtyard. The courtyard itself is not small but very intimate. It is beautifully decorated with patio willow trees, shrubs, and bouquets of flowers everywhere with the center clear for dancing and a full bar. There are only a few single chairs placed around the outskirts. I make my way to one, lay my purse down on the ground under it, and push it with my toe out of the way. I don't want my gun to be discovered. That would surely give everyone cause for concern.

  I return to the perimeter of the dance floor while the others get their drinks at the bar. As I wait, I take in the view of the back of the immense house. It is amazing! The interior upstairs balcony joins the courtyard with twin staircases that run onto the roof of the verandah, then branch down to the courtyard and also continue below. There is hedge of shrubbery that forms the last wall breaking the view from the grounds behind the house. The sound of running water can be heard occasionally over the distant sound of the piped music and the chatter of the swingers. The house is spectacular!

  The piped music goes quiet. Darren approaches me. "Angela requested a special song for our first dance." He bows. "May I have this dance, Siri?"

  "I'll Be" by Edwin McCain starts to play.

  I curtsey and accept his hand. "Certainly, Darren."

  We waltz, very old school, very gentile, very rich, and very beautiful. As we whirl slowly and fully around the dance floor, the words to the song touch me again and I know I have found two more friends.

  I see TD waltzing with Angela. She is an excellent dancer. Perfect form, head held high, and face to the ceiling as they twirl. I am going to teach her to pole dance as my gift to the house.

  As the song ends, Darren pulls me into his embrace. I hug him totally relaxed. "I thoroughly enjoyed that! Thank you!"

  He smiles. "Angela made a good choice then?"

  "Yes, she did."

  He escorts me off the dance floor to the bar as everyone else moves on to it to Pitbull's "Timber."

  "What can I pour for you?"

  "Crown, please. Neat."

  He nods, pours it, and holds his in a salute as he hands it to me. "You are an excellent dancer, Siri."

  We clink glasses.

  "Thank you. Angela is too. Where did you find such a beautiful, elegant lady?"

  He smiles. "She's 'My Fair Lady.'"

  "So, you are Henry Higgins?"

  "Yes." He smiles affectionately watching her.

  "My congratulations to you both." I take a deep sip. The heat of the liquid feels good going down.

  "You mentioned erotic dancers earlier. Do you know how to dance more … erotic?" He smiles over his glass searching my face. His demeanor is still southern gentleman, but there is a bad boy vibe.

  "Yes, I do. What did you have in mind?"

  "Something that will… how did you put it, get my juices flowing?" He grins with a wicked look in his eye.

  "Def!" I grin back, matching his look. "I think that can be arranged."

  "I'm going to be your greatest fan then."

  "That spots already been taken, I'm afraid." I take another sip of Crown, and turn toward the others dancing, but I don't see them, instead I flash to the memory of my first customer.

  He is sitting on a low chair in a private back room of the club. His hands are loosely bound behind him with his neck tie attached to the chair. 'Clay, what's rule #1?' I ask him. 'Rule #1: No touching,' he tells me. The music starts and I give him an erotic lap dance making him moan, over and over again, then he starts to swear, hating Rule #1. I tease him making sure he has gotten his money's worth, then Lei comes in to help with his happy ending. When she entered the room, she strutted up to him and said, "Clay, I don't have ANY rules." His eyes lit up. Before long she had him moaning to the rhythm of my dance, again and again, until he climaxed screaming my name."

  "There can be more than one, you know."

  "Spoken like a true swinger." I hold my glass up to him, and we clink them.

  "I hope you choose to fuck me tonight, Siri. I would love to be on the receiving end of your private, juicy, erotic dance."

  I smile at him but don't say anything.

  "I understand the night is still young and there are other choices, but keep me in mind. I love dance too. We have that in common." He takes my glass, sets it down and nods for me to look over my shoulder.

  Mac saunters up as Joe Nichols, "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off," starts to play. "Siri, do you two step?"

  "I do." He holds his hand out, I put mine in it, and he escorts me back onto the dance floor. I'm surprised at how 'smooth' a dancer he is. He guides me around the floor effortlessly. Managing to trot, pick our arms up and over, all without taking his eyes off my tits. He even spins me multiple times so t
he momentum makes them float freely in my open heart. When the song is over, he leads me back to the bar for another round of drinks and conversation.

  "So, Siri, are you drinking Tequila tonight? I certainly hope so." He asks while eyeing my mons Venus. "Because I hope I get to see your clothes fall off."

  "No. Sorry." He looks so disappointed it makes me laugh. "No, sorry; I'm not drinking Tequila." I clarify with a wink and he smiles. "I drink Crown Royal, neat." He pulls out the Crown bottle and pours my drink.

  "But there's still hope I can see your clothes fall off."

  I smirk. "Are you drinking Tequila? I hear it has the same effect on men."

  He laughs. "I am! And it does!"

  "Yee-haw!" I giggle at him. "Do you Rodeo, Mac?"

  "Not anymore. I did when I was younger." He pours himself a shot of Patrón, licks his hand, pours salt, licks it off, slams the shot back and sucks the lime, all while smirking and watching me. His tongue is long! I bet he knows how to lick a pussy!

  "Let me guess, you were a bull rider."

  "No, I did timed events."

  "Calf roping?"

  "Yep. For the most part. I roped quite a few fillies too." He winks.

  "I bet you did."

  He laughs and pours himself another shot of Patrón. "I propose a toast to new and exciting … timed events."

  As I hold my glass up to toast, I flash again to a memory. This time of a cowboy who wanted to pay to lasso me and tie me up like a calf in a Rodeo timed roping event, but when I told him Rule #1, he asked for another girl. Lei came in and replaced me. She joked to the other girls that he must have had a dark fetish desire to fuck one of his calves because he roped her, tied her up in 9 seconds flat and fucked her from the rear for a count of 30.

  We touch our glasses. I take a small sip, but he slams his back, skipping both the salt and the lime this time. "That'll take the hair off!" He removes his hat showing me his premature balding head.

  I crack up laughing. "You ain't right."

  "I was, sure 'nough, hoping you would drink Tequila. Then I would have had an excuse to touch you off the dance floor before the party upstairs starts. We could have done body shots. You could have licked my head, put salt on it, and licked it again, while my face was buried in your beautiful boobs. Then, I could have put salt on your shoulder, licked it off, then drank my shot out of your cleavage. If only…."