I remember the first time I saw Cool. I was working for his sister Dianne, in New York. She was a bizarre woman, statuesque, and a blond bombshell about forty, bi-sexual and kinky as hell. My twin brothers had applied for work in her mail order lingerie business and ended up becoming her panty boy toys after an extraordinary encounter with her at the annual company Christmas party. I was tipped off to my job my by brothers when her domestic walked out because she didn't want to participate in a females only orgy with Dianne and several of her friends.
I wasn't into the mass sex thing either, but I needed work and the pay was great. It came to pass that the bosses little brother was coming to pay a visit and we were in a frenzy to make a good impression on the kid. Turns out the family is wealthy beyond all stretch of the imagination and the guy arrives in a private jet piloted by a 'Mel's Diner, Flo like, trailer-trash bimbo', with too much boobs and an appetite for young boys, which she exercised at every opportunity.
Dianne, of course, helped herself to all the goodies too, including the brother. The whole apartment was arms and legs for the entire first day and night of his stay. I stayed scarce but I just have to tell you about the brother.
He was the original tall, dark and handsome type. His people called him Tall Cool One. When I first laid eyes on him, I got wet in the panties. I can't explain it, he just had style. He seemed intelligent, soft spoken, charming, took an interest in what you had to say and when he played his guitar for us, I melted away.
He made no bones about the fact that his family was perverted and incestuous. In fact, he spent quite a long time telling me about his black stepmother, and how he had gotten his half sister pregnant and some of the other crazy things his family had done throughout the years. He was a fascinating person to be around.
There was a group sex party at the apartment that weekend and some way or other; I wound up in the middle of it with him, his sister and the blond pilot, and some of Dianne's regular party people. It got extremely kinky because one of the older gals was a pisser and that's one of Dianne's weaknesses. She loves the golden shower and when Cool drenched them, she and her friend Casey were in heaven.
It's still a little hazy on how I ended up in the middle of it, but when his big hard cock slid into me the first time, I had the first real man fuck orgasm I could remember. I was real nice to him after that, because I was hoping for a return engagement. I found out he likes to be pampered. I gave him a complete nail treatment and a full body tongue massage and had the man to myself for the rest of my life. I can still remember it to this day. He lifted me up on the bed, laid me down and lowered his face to my redheaded pussy, and went to town. That man eats pussy just fine. And he's no quitter, either. He stays at it until you're completely drained. Then he wants to fuck.
I was dumbfounded when out of the blue, he tells his sister he's taking me back to Florida with him. I had no more inclination to go flying off to Florida with some weirdo sex maniac, than the man in the moon. So I packed my meager belongings, took my whole fortune of $512.00, and went flying off to Florida with this gorgeous hunk. He really floored me when he gave me a ten thousand dollar cocktail ring, on the flight home. My head would continue to spin for many years. In fact, even now I never know what to expect. He bought a seven million dollar yacht when we were in Costa Rica recently, because I said it was cute.
The man has boundless sexual energy and it really got interesting when he asked me to marry him, we had a double ceremony with his father and the Spanish housekeeper. Oh, let me also mention, we sort of three of us got married together. His half-sister Camille and I decided to share him for life and it has worked for over twenty years. It may sound all a bit strange, but you have to remember, the whole family is perverted in one way or another, including our children whom we love dearly. That's another story all together, but I'll let them tell you about that themselves.
Cool has a way of letting you know what's on his mind without really saying it out loud. He makes his mind up and that's the way she goes. I have to admit, when you have money, anything can happen. His dad was always after him to spend, spend, spend, but Cool has his own ideas. When he wants something, he goes after it. He only buys the best and when he builds something on the estate, it's a fortress built to last. There are nine buildings on the property now, all poured concrete and stone.
Our entire life together has been one long sexual free for all. Virtually anything is allowed, and everything goes. I remember once many years ago when I was pregnant with Bobby Sue, we went into Daytona to buy a car. Cool ended up buying nine Cadillac's. I sucked off the salesman and Camille fucked the guy in the back of a limo on the sales floor. It was all very humorous.
We spent many evenings in Old Virgil's Chamber Of Tortures; Cool calls it The War Room. This is a dark dungeon like room, accessible only through a secret door in the study, set up with all manner of medieval equipment designed for the specific purpose of tying or chaining people to in order to inflict either pain, or sexual pleasure. A huge cabinet on one wall contains many implements of pain or pleasure, including all kinds of whips and paddles, nipple clamps and ball stretchers, masks, gags, leather straps and soft silken ropes, feathers, you name it. No body ever gets hurt there, but we surely have us a time.
I remember Cool coming into the kitchen one night, all excited about finding an old guitar in a pawnshop up in Jacksonville. Music and playing the guitar is the one thing that Cool does that is all his own. I think he does it for his own satisfaction and forgets that anyone else even enjoys his gift. He invited me to come downstairs to his little studio and keep him company while he put new strings on his new treasure and played it through his amazing sound amplifiers.
We talked about lots of stuff that night, our kids, and Caroline, my mother and Camille. He reminisced about Helen and Marie and Karen. He wondered about the chubby blond he and Marie had sex with in St, Augustine, who he found later and brought her home. And the bartender that watched the door for them that day. He's had so many experiences, and I've had so few. He makes me crazy horny when he talks about his other women.
The unspoken rule of the house is, nobody gets their nose out of joint over one of us having sex with any of the others. Everybody agreed going in that freedom of choice was the rule. Sometimes I wish I had him all to myself but then I realize that he would have fucked me to death, by now, if he hadn't had so many other playmates. Truth is, I've slept with all of them myself, both man and woman alike. And I have loved every minute of it.
Cool was feeling particularly romantic on this evening, as I recall, and he joined me on the sofa with a glass of his favorite Scotch and my white wine. He sat facing me as we talked about nothing and out of the blue, he says, "Thanks for being such a great wife."
You could have knocked me off the couch with a feather. He never says things like that.
