. 26

Standard disclaimers.

This is a story about sexual exploration and, open relationships. Open relationships can and do happily exist; but they are not for everyone. If you do not believe it is at all possible for open relationships to exist without damage to any and all involved parties, please do yourself a favor and don't waste your time reading this.

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Also, this story takes place in a world where STDs don't exist and only babies planned for and wanted do—in other words, a fantasy world. Any resemblance to real-life people is purely coincidental.

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Cricket had been gone barely twenty minutes when the phone rang, the caller announcing herself as "Rae Rayburn, Mrs. Danning's personal assistant."

Gwen willed calm into her voice. "Hello Ms. Rayburn, how are you?"

"I'm well, thank you for asking. I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time?"

"Not at all. How can I help you?"

"I'm actually calling on behalf of Mr. Castigalli. He knows its short notice, but he was wondering if you might be available to pose next weekend?"

"Oh, well..." Gwen paused to mentally check her calendar, already knowing it to be free. "I believe I could be, yes. What do I...uhh, where and when?"

"Mrs. Danning's estate. Mr. Castigalli has in mind an area on the property. He also told me you would be needed for a short while on Friday night, then all day Saturday and Sunday. Will arriving Friday afternoon fit with your schedule?"

Gwen did some quick calculations. Tim would be here to care for the horses, Cricket could meet her there after work..."Yes, I suppose that would be alright."

"I can arrange transport for your horse--Esprit de Dartagnan is it?--any time this week that is convenient for you."

Gwen was pleasantly surprised how easily the French name rolled off the tongue of the woman with a slight Southern drawl. "He's Dart for short and no, I can trailer him. I don't mind."

"If you are sure then of course we'll be sure we have a space ready for him when you arrive."

She smiled at the memory of the acres and acres of stables. Space at the inn was probably not going to be an issue. "Should I, uhh make hotel reservations nearby?"

Rae laughed. "No, we have space for you as well. There's a little bungalow near the stables Mrs. Danning uses for her guests that come to ride. Will that be sufficient?"

"I'm sure it will, yes."

"And I understand you'll be bringing your own groom?"

"A friend of mine, yes. I'm hoping she'll meet me there Friday evening."

"Excellent! We'll have accommodations for her as well. And will your husband be traveling with you?"

"Oh no," Gwen laughed. The idea had never occurred to her, and the thought of him watching her pose brought equal parts dread and excitement. "Tim is not into horses nearly as much as I am."

"I understand from Mr. Castigalli that your husband likes to fish, is that right?"

"Mr. Castigalli has good attention to detail. I think Tim—my husband—only mentioned it in passing."

"We have a pond on the property, one that Mr. Danning kept stocked until he passed. It's not used much any more other than by one of our barn managers. Perhaps Mr. Nelson would like to try his luck there?"

"Oh—well, I can certainly ask him." A large-mouth bass or his wife cavorting about naked in front of strangers, the Slut mused. I wonder which one will hold his interest longer?

Gwen went to find him as soon as the call ended a few moments later. She was only mildly surprised at how quickly he accepted the invitation, his excitement obvious at the prospect of a stocked pond that had lay untouched for years. His presence presented a new problem—who would care for the other horses in their absence?

That was solved with a call to Alison. Her daughter quickly volunteered to spend the weekend at the house, although she and Jason were hosting friends at the same time and would it be alright if they stayed there too? Gwen made a mental note to ensure the house in general and the guest room in particular were presentable by the time she left on Friday. At least the dinner planned for Tuesday night had given her a head start on that.

Despite the air conditioning they chose to remain on top of the covers at bedtime, Tim sneaking furtive peeks at his naked wife as she lay there reading. "Gotta hand it to Natalie, that was a pretty ballsy move," he offered after returning his eyes to the paperwork he held.

Gwen knew what he was referring to. As promised, she had shown him the video that afternoon, several times in fact, each time getting a short laugh and shake of the head from him. "Mm-hmm...but I think we both knew that before."

"Yeah, I guess...she really gave him a good look at the whole package!"

"Uh, huh," she agreed, remembering how she had spread her legs more than necessary to bend over for her wallet.

He continued to study the papers, and Gwen assumed the topic had been dropped. "Maybe we should order pizza some time," Tim finally grumbled, not looking up.

She laughed. "The hotel ice run was scary enough! And then when you tied me to the bed and left...anyone could have come in and seen me, a maid, or a maintenance worker...they would have seen my entire package then!" It was her turn to glance down her husband's naked body, watching his penis roll off its side and gain just a bit of firmness.

"Not the entire package," he countered with a sly look. "Would've had to flip you over for that."

A sudden impulse swept through her. The book was carefully laid on the nightstand and her head was laid on his stomach, index finger and thumb making a circle around the base of his still mostly-soft member. She dipped and took his spongy head between her lips.

Ain't this is a nice surprise, he thought. "Whatcha doin' there?"

"Practicing," Gwen said, lifting her mouth off of him long enough to answer. "So I can at least offer poor Cricket some better advice if she wants to try it again sometime. Don't choke me," she asked, using her finger and thumb to meaningfully shake his hardening member.

Relief swept over Tim. Any mention of the previous night's activities had been avoided in the morning, but there was still a sort of "I can't believe we did that" vibe to the day. Of course, there had been that feeling in the house before, and it had always worked itself out...for his part, he had felt remorse only because he thought he should; in reality the stud in him had been most pleased to be called upon to demonstrate his oral talents on two fine pussies, and the reward delivered by Cricket's mouth while his wife looked on was too good to be true. Gwen's reference to his advice to Cricket made it seem like any regrets she might have had were fading as well.

"The choking part wasn't my fault. I don't have a way to control the output," he offered cautiously. "Besides, you tried to warn her." Her only response was a muffled "mm-mmm" as he continued to grow. He hummed contentedly to show his appreciation, his hand caressing her back as she worked, able to reach just far enough to delve between her cheeks and lightly stroke her rosebud; Gwen shifted her body in response, bringing it closer to his fingers while bringing a leg up to clear the way to her sex.

Tim took the hint, sliding up and down her furrow from clit to asshole, painting the crinkled muscle with the moisture he found along the way while Gwen took her time bringing him closer to the edge. Neither was in a hurry but she eventually got there first, taking over the tormenting of the hard little nub while his finger was busy plunging in and out of her. "No teeth," he joked as she trembled through her climax, mouth still full of cock. She bit down lightly in response, playfully giggling around her mouthful as the last tremors passed.

Gwen was all business now, her focus to draw his seed out of the cockhead her tongue was flicking. The fist that had grown from thumb and index finger once his length had grown pushed down against the balls below, testing his advice on how to form a barrier should a man get to thrusting too deeply. For his part Tim practiced the self-control he had proclaimed himself to have the night before. "Gettin' there," he muttered through gritted teeth, following proper blowjob etiquette.

"Mmm—hmmm..."

"Ready?"

"Mm-hmmm!"

"Ahh--!" Gwen's positioning and timing was perfect, the bottom of her tongue covering his slit to blunt the first jet of milky white spend. Even in his pleasure he was careful not to try and push too deep, content to let her milk him with fist and lips. He'd save that urge to bury himself for another time, for her cunt...he could feel her throat contract in a swallow when he was finished, Gwen giving him a few more bobs of her head and swipes of her tongue before letting him slide from her mouth. She moved up to lie beside him, a long gentle kiss waiting for her.

"How was that?" She asked when their lips finally parted.

"Practice all you want," Tim grunted, "but I'd say you've got that pretty much perfect."

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Eric was certain the invitation meant bad news; what kind, he couldn't be sure. The way Tim had quietly approached him as he was leaving for the day Monday, asking him if he might want to come up to the house for dinner the next night but not let the other employees know, made him wary. What warranted a private dinner with his bosses? Had he done something wrong? Nothing he could think of...a failing business would be bad news, too; either might mean the loss of his job. That thought distressed him; he liked the calm and sense of order here so much more when compared to the chaos of his previous job that he had actually temporarily put aside his goals of his own business. But why would they confide something like that to him?

He was true to his word and didn't say anything to the others, waiting until it was just he and Tim left in the shop, gathering the change of clothes that had been suggested he bring and following his boss to the house. To the others there was nothing unusual about Eric being the last to leave; he usually was anyways.

Tim seems to be his same old good-natured self, the young man thought as he stepped into the kitchen, and Gwen was as friendly as ever as she greeted him before turning to take another look in the oven. The others had insisted she not always been so nice, not outright mean necessarily, but kinda stuck up and bitchy. He was sure they had been mistaking that for her formality and professionalism.

"Tim, perhaps you could offer Eric something to drink?" she asked rather pointedly while examining the roast.

"Beer?" The older man said with a grin, holding out one of the two he held. Eric quickly evaluated the moral dilemma being presented. He really hadn't drunk at all until his last job had introduced him to it; he found he enjoyed beer, just not nearly as much as his old boss. Drinking on the job was pretty common there, not that he ever did it as he knew it was not very smart or safe; did going to dinner with your employers count as still being at work? Screw it, he decided, taking the can from Tim. Might need more than one to get through this. "Thank you."

"Good heavens Tim, at least give the poor man a glass," she said with mock exasperation while reaching into the cabinet above her. "I'll be right back," she announced, wiping her hands on a nearby towel, "I want to check on Dancer. His ear looked like it might be bothering him this afternoon."

Eric hurried out of the way, putting both glass and beer down to open the door for her then turning back to his host. "Do you, uhh, have some place I could clean up and change?" he asked, shrugging his backpack off his shoulder.

"Use the master bath," Tim said, gesturing down the hall. Door at the end. I like that shower better. Should be some clean towels in there." He watched the young man disappear before deciding he probably needed a shower himself. Sure as hell not gonna share like Gwen does, he thought with a grin before going to retrieve some clean clothes.

Gwen returned to find the kitchen empty. She could hear the faint sound of water running, a sure sign the guest bathroom shower was occupied. Eric, she guessed, and Tim's absence meant he's probably in ours. She knew the guest bathroom had clean towels, it always did, but while laundry had been done over the weekend she couldn't remember stocking the supply in their own bath.

Gwen smiled to herself as she passed the closed door to the girl's bathroom, imagining the tall and skinny young man on the other side naked, and briefly wondered what kind of butt and package were hidden under the loose work pants she had always seen him in.

The fact the door to the master bathroom was closed as well did not register as unusual until she opened it. The frosted glass enclosure reflected in the mirror was not opaque enough to completely obscure the tall, slender blonde behind it--definitely not Tim. Gwen quickly realized her mistake and retreated even as she reasoned that Eric was facing away from her and she had not been seen. Emboldened, she lingered for a moment, eying his reflection while staying hidden behind the door. The view was sufficient to make it apparent he lacked the body hair her husband had, Eric's back and rear end relatively smooth. His ass was every bit as firm as she had imagined it to be, and the Slut shamelessly admired it. He turned to the side, enough to reveal the flaccid length hanging between his legs, a limp shaft tipped with a pink head that hung over a loose sac. Not cherub-like at all, she thought while The Lady screamed at the invasion of privacy being committed. Gwen was forced to agree, taking one more look before putting the towels on the vanity and quietly closing the door.

A barefoot Tim, now dressed in jeans and Nelson Plumbing t-shirt, was first to rejoin Gwen in the kitchen. "If Eric asks, you put the towels in our bathroom, alright?" she coached while accepting a kiss on the cheek.

"I thought there were towels already in there..."

"There are now."

Their guest rejoined them as the last of the food was being put on the dining room table. Tim stifled a laugh—his own attire was no match for Eric's slacks, dress shirt and tie. "You look very nice!" Gwen gushed to the blushing young man.

"Yeah, but lose the tie—we don't wear 'em around here. Get caught in machinery..." Eric gratefully removed the restrictive adornment and accepted their invitation to sit down.

"Guess you're wondering why we asked you here tonight," Tim began as the exchange of bowls and platters began. "You probably know as well as anybody how busy we are..."

Eric nodded eagerly. Which is why the business being in trouble just made no sense. The Nelsons were too careful to be losing money in an environment like this.

"So Gwen and I were talking, and we think it might be a good time to expand to handle all the extra business coming our way. We're getting calls for way more jobs we can respond to. But the two of us are maxed out and we're getting' too old for some of this shit. So, we're thinking of letting someone buy in, become a minority partner. You interested?"

It was Gwen's turn to stifle a laugh at the way the bowl of green beans the young man was holding froze mid-lift while his eyes widened in recognition of what he was being offered. "Own a part of—your business? Me? You sure? I'm kinda the new guy here..."

"You're damn good at what you do and we think the business could use some new blood moving forward."

"Yeah but, a business like this...not sure if I could afford what it would take to buy in."

"We've got a pretty good idea how much a share would be...you buy as many shares as you can afford. Keep buying as you keep saving, up to a third of the total. When Gwen and me decide it's time to get out, you get first shot at our shares. Sound fair?"

"Uhh, that sounds good—really, really good, but shouldn't you be offering this to Cliff? He's been here the longest, and I'm, well, not much older than Mike or Andrew..."

Gwen smiled. "Let's just say you're the second employee to know about our plan, and Cliff wholeheartedly approves of our choice. We want somebody younger who's got good ideas and is going to keep this place going for a long time, long after we're gone. You might be young, but we were your age when we started this place—think of us being here long enough to teach you the mistakes we made."

"I don't know what to say..."

"You don't have to give us an answer yet—in fact, we don't want you to. We've got a shitload of paperwork we're gonna send you home with. You're going to read through it, get a lawyer to help you understand it, and think it over. We don't need to start expanding tomorrow. But for now, nobody but us knows, right?"

A stranger listening to the next two hours of conversation would never have guessed that no agreement had been reached, suggestions being offered and plans being made. Gwen for the most part sat and listened, occasionally giving her own thought to financial issues and office matters, pleased with how excited her husband and their prospective partner both seemed. Her mind did wander when the discussions turned more technical though, and invariably she found herself thinking about the upcoming weekend. Would she actually have to get naked? On this, both the Lady and Slut were agreed. Of course. Mrs. Danning had made that clear and Danilo had already taken pictures of her that way, for God's sake! But where? For how long? In front of how many people? Men, women, or both? What if she was asked to do something and she said no? Both her nerves and excitement simmered and jumped throughout the evening.

Gwen finally broke the discussion up just before eleven, reminding them there was plenty of work scheduled for the next day, sending Eric home to the little apartment across town he had recently rented to be closer to the shop. They saw him off together before Gwen made one last trip out to the barn while Tim at least attempted to clean up the kitchen, gratefully accepting his wife's assistance in tackling the biggest parts when she returned.

She was naked and bent over the bathroom sink washing her face when she felt the familiar bump of Tim's erection against her presented rear end. She did not straighten, instead reaching for the washcloth she knew was within reach, looking up into the mirror and smiling back at the bare-chested man gently grasping her hips. "I would have thought you'd be exhausted given all the excitement today."

"I guess making life-changing business decisions makes me horny. You're not too tired, are you?"

Gwen straightened and reached back between them to pet his hardness. "I've got a few minutes..."

"Good." Tim bent to kiss her neck while his hands roamed her stomach, soon finding her breasts. Gwen's simmering arousal from her post-dinner daydreams flared at his touch and she closed her eyes, laid her head back on his shoulder, and let him explore. A finger pushed its way through her cleft, rough and insistent, curling up to fill her opening.

"You're wet," he grumbled in ear.

She wiggled against his midsection. "You're hard."

"You noticed. Come to bed." Tim steered her out of the bathroom, letting her climb on the bed before joining her. His finger again found her sex while she stroked him. "Longest I've seen this in quite a while," he murmured, running his fingers through her thatch. "Maybe ever."

"Mmmm...guess cutting it just makes it grow back longer."

"Any idea if they're gonna trim ya this weekend?"

"No, no idea..."

"Maybe if they do you can ask them to cut the Nelson Plumbing logo into it? Might be good advertising."

Gwen laughed, her hand leaving his staff long enough to lightly thump him on the arm. "Stop that! How much of a close-up do you think it's going to have?"