by Blair
“So we have a deal?” Despite her doubts, Margot had to cling to the straw being offered.
“Almost. The issue of the staff remains.”
“They are all good and competent.”
Nichole waved a finger. “That isn’t the main issue. I need to know how they will relate to swingers. Our people are going to see the staff as possible sexual partners. I need to talk to them individually to see how they are going react to that. Not that they have to fuck anyone who asks, but it won’t do for them to get offended or to be judgmental.”
“I see. So you want me to...”
Nichole held up her hand. “No offense intended, Margot, but you don’t seem to be the person to either explain the situation or to judge their responses. You aren’t a swinger yourself, are you?”
She shook her head.
“Ever had group sex?” Again, she shook her head, trying to picture Nichole in an orgy. That this prim and proper looking businesswoman not only advocated but participated in such things seemed plain weird. “So you won’t understand what the staff must deal with. It’s better if I talk to each of them myself, one-on-one. It will take a couple of days and then I’ll know where we stand and you and I can discuss things.”
“Would you like me to sit in on the interviews? I know the staff pretty well.”
Nichole shook her head. “I don’t imagine that would be a good idea at all. They won’t talk openly in front of you. Now I should get started, but I need to chat with Harry first. Would you track him down and send him up here? I imagine he is up at the bungalow. Then you can start sending the staff in one at a time.” She picked up a list of the staff that Jake had emailed her and tapped on her cheek with a pencil. “Send Billie in first.”
“Fine,” she said and left, feeling like she had been dismissed by the school principle. Her thoughts were muddy and confused.
Reaching the courtyard hut in front of the bungalow Harry and Nichole were using, she saw Rhonda naked, bent face down on a table. Her large tits were smashed against the glass. Harry stood behind her, his hands holding her legs apart and calmly stroking his long cock into her.
The sight made her knees weak and she leaned against the doorway, not caring if they saw she was watching. She resisted the urge to touch her hot pussy. Harry looked even better naked than she had imagined he would. His cock was long and thin and Rhonda was taking the full length of it in every thrust. Harry pulled out of her, and she gasped for air. Then he shoved it back in and put both hands on her ass and rocked her violently, shaking the table. She let out a long low moan that sent a tingle down Margot’s spine. That cock must feel so good inside Rhonda, she thought. Margot’s own pussy was empty and wet.
Harry murmured soft words that Margot could not quite make out as pulled out at stared between her legs. “Oh my little piece of ass,” he said as he stroked her ass with both hands. “Oh my, what a lovely piece of ass you are.” Then he whispered in her ear and she got on her hands and knees on the table. Harry spread her ass cheeks open then bent down and started tonguing her anus. Margot felt a shudder running from her own ass up her spine as she watched Harry run his tongue up and down Rhonda’s ass crack. He worked the tip into the myriad little crevices and Rhonda cried out, obviously loving it. He inserted a finger and Rhonda squealed with delight.
Then he stood and grasped his cock and aimed it at her ass. He pushed her butt down slightly, and guided his rigid pole into her wrinkled anus. He held it there, and then worked the tip into her tiny rosette. Margot had never seen anal sex before, never allowed it. Suddenly, Harry turned his head to look straight into Margot’s eyes and smiled. She swallowed hard and stepped back into shadows.
She heard Rhonda scream out as Harry buried his shaft deep in her. Margot could see his balls slapping against Rhonda’s pussy as he took her ass. Her own ass felt hot and she wondered what this felt like to Rhonda. She sighed, knowing that she could be there instead of Rhonda, if she really wanted to know. Harry had offered.
She trembled with the realization that she wished she had - she wanted Harry to fuck her.
Harry began grunting as he thrust into Rhonda’s ass, then he pulled out and shot his seed across the backs of her thighs. He wiped his hand in the white goo and then reached around to stuff his fingers in the girl’s mouth. “Taste the salt,” he laughed as she licked his fingers clean. Then he scooped Rhonda up as if she were a doll and sat on the couch with her in his lap.
Margot didn’t know what to do, but Harry’s liquid voice asked, “Hey there, what can we do for you? Did you change your mind? Care to join us?”
Margot tried to make her voice stay even although it was trying to squeak. “Nichole wants you to meet her in the office right away,” she said. Harry rolled Rhonda over onto the couch and slapped her ass as he got up. “Work, work, work,...” he laughed. “Can’t keep the client waiting, though.”
He picked up his shorts and walked to the door of the hut. As he passed Margot, he held up the hand he had rubbed in his cum and pushed toward her face. “Sample?” he asked laughing. She watched him walk down the hill, noting his taut ass cheeks. At the bottom of the hill, he stopped to put on his shorts and to wave at Margot.
“What a nice man he is,” Rhonda sighed from the couch. “He knows a lot about pleasure, don’t you think? He made me cum three times.”
“I’m sure he does,” she murmured. He certainly seemed to know about anal sex and giving a woman pleasure--three orgasms in one session? She couldn’t imagine that.
Rhonda lay on the couch, running her hands over her sticky thighs and mewing softly. “I want to keep that loving feeling,” she sang softly as Margot walked away.
After locating Billie and sending her in for an interview, Margot wasn’t sure what to do with herself. Nichole was using her office and she really didn’t have much to do. The last guest would check out in a few days. She walked aimlessly, smiling and exchanging meaningless pleasantries with staff and guests but her mind kept going back to the picture of Rhonda and Harry coupling joyously.
That evening, she did manage to get Jake’s attention. Her body was crying out for his hard cock. She wanted Harry’s as well. Her fantasies were driving her crazy. When Jake came in the door, he announced that he was heading straight for the shower. She waited until he was lathered up, then stepped out of her clothes and joined him. “Hey,” he called out as she grabbed his slippery ass. She stood alongside him and cradled his balls. “Now I have you where I want you,” she said as she felt him harden.
He wiped the soap from his face. “You want me?”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, shocking herself by saying the words aloud.
As if they were magic words, she got her wish. He took her furiously in the shower. His strong arms reached under her legs and he leaned her back against the cold tiles. He raised her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as his cock entered her.
Afterward, they rinsed off and he patted her body dry with a soft towel. “The moisture is good for your skin,” he said.
“You are good for my skin,” she told him, and led him to the bedroom and began drying him with the towel, watching the white towel moving against his black skin. As she got to his waist, she saw that she was exciting him again and she took his soft cock into her mouth and felt it swell. She pushed him back onto the bed, climbed on beside him, and started sucking him. She knew he liked it oral sex, and although she didn’t always like him shooting down her throat, she loved what it did to him, the way his cock was hers while she sucked him.
When he came, he grabbed her head and pulled her face against his groin, choking her with his cum. Then he lay on the bed giving her a loving, but slightly puzzled, look. She knew she had to talk to him about it - tell him the truth.
“I’ve been bitchy to you,” she said as she lay down and he wrapped an arm around her and pulle
d her head on his chest. “Things are eating at me, inside. I didn’t mean to be nasty to you. I am so goddamn unsure about myself, about us. I am afraid to be what you want me to be and even more afraid not to be.”
“What do you think is the problem at the bottom of it all?” he asked. What is the real concern for you?”
She bit her lip, trying to think of the words. “Losing respect. Losing love. I am afraid of my own fantasies.”
He laughed. “How can a fantasy hurt?”
“Because of what they are about. I know people fantasize about sex with other people, whether it is the next-door neighbour or a celebrity, people other than their partners, I mean. And they fantasize about doing things that you shouldn’t do.”
His fingers traced patterns on her belly. “Shouldn’t do? As long as the fantasy or even desire only involves the willing, what is wrong with it?”
She sighed. “If sex is good, like it was just now, why do people then want it with someone else? Why do you have to do anything else? Why not keep what you’ve got?”
“Because you can’t.” He put his hand on her mons. “You can’t keep it any more than you can bottle an orgasm to experience whenever you want. Pleasure is momentary and transient. If you and I have a glorious romp in bed as we did, it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fuck in some other way, or other place, as well. If might be even more fun. If you love fucking me, and then another man turns you on, that doesn’t change what went between us in any way. It doesn’t alter what we have or don’t.”
She thought about that, unsure that she understood. “You mean if I fantasize about some other man’s body, you wouldn’t care?”
He laughed. “I can’t imagine that you haven’t done that at some time or another. It wouldn’t be natural for you not to have sexy thoughts about a good looking man.”
“What if fantasies come true?”
“One of mine just did when you seduced me in the shower. That was great.”
“But what about when they involve other people?”
“Why not, if the parties are willing?”
“You don’t feel that would threaten our relationship?”
“The men you slept with before you met me don’t concern me. Why would one you fucked now be a big deal?”
She gulped and summoned all her courage. She had to trust that he meant what he said. She had to know. “Then if I told you I thought Harry was sexy, you wouldn’t care?”
“No. Well, yes, I care, but not in the way you mean. I would care because you are respecting me by telling me. I would be glad, I am glad, that you trust me with your sexual fantasies. I think you are worried that some other guy getting you hot is disloyal.”
“Something like that.”
“We need to work on that,” he told her.
His comment intrigued her, but before she could pursue it, he used his fingers to wind her up so that she couldn’t think straight. After he came inside her she fell into the best sleep she’d had in days.”
Jake watched her sleep, wondering how this uptight girl was going to deal with swingers. She was trying but had a long way to go. Although Nichole seemed to like the operations and seemed delighted with the staff, she didn’t seem to think much of Margot. Even though he wasn’t regular staff, Nichole had asked him to come in for an interview after breakfast. His, Billie told him, was the last. He hoped he could find out what the score was.
Chapter Eight
Jake entered the office to see Nichole sitting at the desk reading papers. He admired the sexy body although she looked a little prim and proper. The idea of undoing the buttons on her blouse and licking her nipples, just to see what might happen, sent a thrill through him. He felt pretty sure of what would happen, and the idea was appealing.
She smiled up at him and motioned for him to sit down in the seat across from her. He looked into her eyes, and then again at the trim body wrapped in a soft silk blouse and tight skirt. Then he then sat uncomfortably in the wooden chair and waited. She looked up and stared him in the eyes, saying nothing. She had green eyes, he noted. He liked green eyes, but thought that it was redheads who normally had green eyes. Maybe they were contacts.
“Contacting the magazine was your idea, wasn’t it?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Clever boy.”
“Sometimes.”
She explained the situation as she had to Margot.
“I heard that was pretty much the deal.”
“Here is a new twist for you - we, my partners and I--are buying the island. The owners accepted an offer from our partners yesterday.”
“We hadn’t heard a thing.”
“That is part of the deal. They tell no one.”
“But you told me. I suspect you know exactly what you are doing.”
She smiled at the compliment. “The island will be exclusively for swingers and I think will be a smash. But let’s talk about you. Are you a swinger, Jake?”
He smiled. “I guess that depends on how strictly you define it. If you mean would I subscribe to your magazine and spend money on these tours, then no. If you are asking whether I like to have sex with a variety of people, then, probably. Would I fuck someone else’s partner, then yes. When I am not with someone, don’t have an understanding to the contrary, I like to play the field. Sometimes I have been with a number of women at once for a short period of time, but usually, if I am in a relationship, I keep it at home.”
“Why?”
“Respect, Nichole. Most women expect it. Those women, at least. So call it respect for their wishes.”
“If you had a girlfriend who was open to swapping partners or just an open relationship, then what?”
“Sounds like fun. Is she just open to those ideas, or wanting them? There is a difference.”
Nichole bit her lip. “Let me put it plain. What if you had a girlfriend who wanted to feel free to fuck anyone she wanted and expected you to do the same? How would you feel about that?”
“I like the idea. As long as the relationship works for both of us, I am not going to get uptight about the organizational structure. Just so everyone is satisfied.” His eyes traced the line of her throat from the ear down to her collarbone and her colour flushed. “I am a man who enjoys sex with women a great deal; I like to try different women.” He stared deep into her eyes. “To put it at a basic level, I enjoy finding out how much women vary in how they taste when I kiss them or go down on them; the different sensations of touching their skin; or in the way their vagina grasps my cock.” He smiled, seeing her squirm in the chair, struggling for control.
“You are very clever with words, Jake. Are you trying to seduce me?”
He shook his head. “Nope. I am confusing you because I am trying to honestly answer some very intimately personal questions and see through your clothes at the same time. Yes, I am phrasing my answers explicitly and erotically, but mostly because I don’t want there to be any bullshit between us. Would I like to fuck you? Yes. Am I trying to? No, because of the kind of relationship I am in.”
She slid her chair around so that the desk was no longer between them and rolled it up to where their knees touched. “Let’s take this to the next level. You are an independent guy, but I think you are hiding behind this ‘respect for my girl’ routine. Which relationship would you prefer, if you could pick? If you had to pick? A conventional relationship or an open one?”
He thought for a moment. “An open relationship.”
“Have you ever been with multiple partners?”
“Two girls on summer break from college wore my ass completely out over a weekend. I wondered if I would ever walk again.”
Nichole laughed, leaning back in her chair. He saw that she had undone the buttons of her blouse and it opened as she leaned back. He noted her lovely firm breasts.
“One of the benefits of this kind of work,” she said, smiling at his stare, “is that you never go hungry when you own the restaurant. So you can have what you say you want.”
He shook his head. “I already explained where I am with that,” he told her.
Nichole rubbed her palm on her thigh, pushing the skirt up slightly. It seemed a nervous gesture. “I’ll be honest. Margot is the only problem with this deal. Her disapproval is obvious. Even some of the guests here commented on her mother hen manner. I can’t have someone with that attitude running the place.” She opened her hands. “She is cute and completely fuckable. What a waste.”
“She is a good manager. Better than you know.”
Nichole nodded. “But she doesn’t fit in.”
“What if I get her hooked on your philosophy?” he asked.
Nichole laughed. “I respect your intentions, but that seldom happens. At her age, sexual taboos are pretty settled.”
Jake smiled. “That is the funniest thing about Margot,” Jake told her. “She wants to be further out, but won’t or can’t do it on her own. I have to push her. But with some help, I might get her over the hump.”
“Go on.”
“This morning she finally admitted that she fantasizes about other men. She felt guilty about it until I told that was normal, not bad.”
“Anyone in particular?”
“Harry.”
Nichole nodded.
“She seemed to be relieved when I told her that sharing fantasies was an important part of the relationship. That helping each other act out fantasies could be exciting and help the relationship grow.”
“And you believe that, don’t you?”
He nodded. “I have an idea, but I need a little time and some cooperation.”
Her eyes went to his crotch. “You have a hardon, is what you have and a desire to bring her into the fold.”
“Guilty as charged. What will it cost you to give me the time?”