Divorce Lawyer Pt. 12

Literotic asexstories – Divorce Lawyer Pt. 12 by TryAnything,TryAnything “It looks like we’ll be going to New Orleans tomorrow to talk with our client, hear his story,” Grant informed Penny when she arrived at work Monday morning.

“How long will we be gone?” Penny asked.

“Hard to say,” Grant replied. “Overnight at the least, and depending upon what we learn, possibly longer.”

Reviewing the information that they had so far on the Hills, Penny kept glancing at the scrap of paper with Selena Hernandez’ phone number on it that Victor had given her, finally picking up her phone and dialing.

“Hi, this is Penny Lane,” she said when the call was answered. “We met at your party the other night.”

“I remember you quite well,” Selena said, “and your beautiful friend. Shall we get together and get to know one another better, perhaps lunch?” she asked.

“I have to go to New Orleans for work tomorrow,” Penny replied. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be there.”

“Then how about this evening?” Selena suggested. “I have an early dinner engagement, but we could meet for drinks and coffee afterwards.”

“That could work, but it would have to be an early evening,” Penny said.

“Why don’t we say 8:00?” Selena suggested. “You could come to my house unless you’d prefer to meet elsewhere.”

“Your house would be fine,” Penny replied, butterflies in her stomach.

“And you’ll bring your friend, Amy I think her name was?” Selena asked.

“I’ll certainly ask her, but I can’t promise anything,” Penny replied. “I don’t know what plans she might have made.”

“Then I look forward to seeing you and hopefully Amy, too, this evening,” Selena said. “Until then.”

Going down the hall to the boiler room, Penny perched on the edge of Amy’s desk and told her about her call with Serena, her naked pussy clearly visible beneath her short miniskirt, but only visible to Amy.

“You are so unfair,” Amy complained, laughing as she licked her lips. “I don’t have any plans. Why not?”

They arrived at Selena’s house promptly at 8:00 and were greeted at the door by a liveried servant who led them through the house and into what was obviously Selena’s bedroom where they found her just slipping on a silk robe.

“Right on time,” Selena said when she saw them, a smile on her face. “I just got home from dinner and was changing into something more comfortable,” she explained, making no move to close her silk robe, it hanging loosely on her, hiding nothing, her naked body on display as she moved to embrace them, giving each of them a soft kiss. “Would you like something to drink, or perhaps you’d like to get more comfortable and join me so that we can get to know one another better?” she asked, her hand indicating the large round bed behind her.

“I don’t need anything to drink,” Amy said, smiling as she let her clothes fall to the floor, Penny following suit.

“I confess to having a weakness for redheaded women,” Selena said, letting her silk robe slide from her body, then reaching out with both hands to cup their pussies, a finger sliding into their wetness as she leaned forward to suck on their hard nipples. “But come, the bed is so much more comfortable,” she said, turning and leading the way. “I hope you don’t mind my forwardness,” she said as Penny and Amy crawled onto the bed with her, Amy pushing her legs apart as she leaned down to drag her tongue up through her glistening pussy.

“Neither of us is exactly known for our subtlety,” Penny replied as Selena pulled her so that she was straddling her face, watching Amy sucking on her pussy, sighing when she felt Selena pull her down and felt her tongue slide up into her.

“Oh, my, you’re every bit as delicious as I imagined that you’d be,” Selena said several minutes later after eating Penny to several orgasms. “Why don’t you trade places so that I can taste Amy, too?” she suggested.

“You’ve got a delicious pussy,” Amy said as they traded places. “I just love the way you taste,” she said, leaning over to kiss Selena before mounting her face and feeling her glue her mouth to her sopping pussy as Penny crawled between her legs and began slurping on her juicy pussy, loving the musky flavor of her.

“Oh, what a delightful après dinner treat,” Selena sighed after a time as Amy dismounted her face.

“I just love eating you,” Penny said, looking up from Selena’s pussy, her mouth and chin smeared with her juices.

“And you’ve got a delightfully talented tongue,” Selena said, laughing. “Tell me, did you enjoy my party the other night?” she asked.

“It was wonderful,” Penny replied. “And then we met Victor.”

“Victor is very special,” Selena sighed. “My ex-husband and I met him at a wonderful party in Zermatt, Switzerland about five years ago. I’d never met such a gorgeous man who was so equally comfortable with men and women. Were you aware that he was that way?” she asked.

“I saw him suck a man’s cock at your party,” Penny replied, “then while we were fucking, a man fucked him. I’d never seen men having any kind of sex together before. It was so erotic.”

“And he’s got such stamina,” Selena said.

“So we noticed,” Amy said, laughing. “The man’s a veritable fucking machine and he eats a mean pussy.”

“I was sorry not to be able to enjoy him, but my duties as hostess…I needed to make sure that my guests were all having a good time,” Selena said.

“I’d never had so many men before,” Penny said. “It was wonderful. And then I met Victor. He was the first man who ever ate me when I was full of cum. I couldn’t believe it.”

“Yes, Victor has a particular love of creampie pussy,” Selena said, laughing. “He’s as cum crazy as anyone that I’ve ever met.”

“That’s probably why we got along so well,” Penny said. “There’s nothing I like more than cum and he has such a wonderful cock.”

“I have to admit that I can’t make up my mind what I like better, cock or pussy,” Selena said, “but Victor does have a nice cock. My ex-husband and I used to enjoy sucking him together. Has he left for Chamonix already? I was invited, but I’ve decided to forgo this season’s parties. I’m going to have a lot of intimate little parties here. The traveling can be so tiring.”

“He left for France yesterday,” Penny replied.

“Would the two of you like to come to my little affairs?” Selena asked. “You’d both be quite popular. Only a dozen or so people, just enough to keep it interesting, yet intimate.”

“I’d love to,” Penny replied, “when my work schedule allows. My job requires me to travel at a moment’s notice.”

“What do you do?” Selena asked.

“I’m a divorce attorney,” Penny replied, Selena bursting into laughter.

“How utterly inapt,” Selena said.

“I enjoy it, though it’s sad to see people going through the trauma of a divorce,” Penny said.

“Yes, it is quite traumatic,” Selena agreed. “My husband’s money helped ease the pain of mine. But enough about unpleasant subjects. Let’s enjoy ourselves,” she said, and they fell into a daisy chain, the sounds of them eating one another filling the bedroom.

“I just loved eating her,” Amy said as they drove home. “She’s such a juice machine.”

“She’s delicious,” Penny agreed. “And so sexy. She’s like pure sex.”

“I want to see her fucking,” Amy said. “I’ll bet that’s something to see.”

“I think that you’re going to get your wish,” Penny said, smiling. “I want to see it, too.”

They checked into The Ritz-Carlton after their flight to New Orleans the next morning, the Maison Orleans Suite, Penny pleased to see that it had only a single king-sized bed and that it was very spacious.

“We don’t have to meet our client until 2pm,” Grant said. “Why don’t we go for a walk and get some lunch? We’re right on the edge of the French Quarter and there’s some world-class food here.”

Even though it was early in the day, Penny was surprised to see how many tourists there were thronging the streets of the French Quarter. They came upon Mr. B’s Bistro on Royal Street and Grant informed her that it was famous for its barbequed shrimp, so they went in and got a table. After perusing the menu, they both ordered jumbo lump crabcakes, made from Louisiana blue crab with peppers and onions, served with a ravigote sauce and a small salad of mixed greens, then the barbequed Gulf shrimp, served in the shells in a peppery butter sauce. Even though they had a meeting, they opted to try a bottle of R Lopez de Heredia Vina Tondonia Gran Reserva rosé wine from the Rioja region of Spain that the server recommended as being perfectly matched with their meal.

Returning to their hotel after lunch, they both reviewed their notes and were prepared when they got a call from the front desk to advise them that Mr. Hill had arrived. Penny was unprepared for his appearance, tall at 6’2″, with longer, wavy grey hair and startling blue eyes. After introducing themselves, they all took seats in the suite’s comfortable living room.

“Mr. Hill, we’re aware of the basic facts of your situation, but I’d like to learn the details of how things progressed to this point, if you don’t mind,” Grant said. “What was your marriage like before things changed and then how and why did things change?”

“Well, it was never a typical marriage,” Mr. Hill began. “Gladys came from old Louisiana money and I was a newly minted professor who had just published a book that had been very well received. I was well aware that she was marrying beneath herself, socio-economically speaking, but I loved her and she loved me. Sex was an important part of that. Gladys was always ready for sex, eagerly so.”

“And you not?” Grant asked.

“Well, sure, but it always struck me as incongruous considering her background that she’d be such a sexual person,” Mr. Hill replied. “I don’t know how to say it without using indelicate language,” he said, smiling at Penny.

“Mr. Hill, I can assure you that I’m not a blushing virgin and that I very seriously doubt that you’re going to say anything that I haven’t heard before,” Penny assured him, smiling. “And if you do, well, I’m always happy to learn.”

“You’re a lot like Gladys was at your age,” Mr. Hill said. “Gladys loved oral sex, both giving and receiving. And she had a particular fondness for anal sex. As I said, our sex lives were very dynamic.”

“Did that change?” Grant asked.

“As we grew older, it seemed to me as though our passions waned as well,” Mr. Hill replied, nodding. “I assumed that it was a natural part of aging. I was happy with my work and with whatever time I spent with Gladys. We weren’t sexless, it was just less often and less intense. That’s why I was surprised when she mentioned at dinner one evening that she missed the days when we were passionate about each other, taking every opportunity to have sex, that she wished that we could recapture that.”

“We talked about it and we both made an effort to increase the frequency of our sex, but it wasn’t the same. We knew each other far too well. It became almost formulaic. Then one night after we had had sex, she asked me if I had ever thought about swinging. I had no idea what that was and she had to explain it to me. I was pretty stunned, not so much at the idea, but that she knew of it and that she was actually suggesting that we see what it was about as a way to spice up our sex lives.”

“I told her that her happiness was of paramount importance to me and that if she thought that that was something that she wanted to see about, that I had no objections. I never thought for a moment that she’d have the nerve to actually do anything like that. Perhaps a week later, she told me about the 60+ Club, a social club for people over 60 who were into swinging. I remember laughing at the very idea that such a club existed, but agreed to go with her to see what it was like.”

“At first, it seemed like any other social club, couples, and a lot of singles, having drinks and hors d’oeuvres and conversing. There were about 20-30 people, white, black, Creole, Hispanic, Asian, a nice cross-section of society and from varying economic situations. We met the president of the club and her husband and explained our particular circumstance. They were very understanding and explained that what we were going through wasn’t the least bit uncommon, that that was why the 60+ Club had been established. They informed us that the more intimate part of the party would begin shortly and that we were welcome to stay, to observe or to join in, as we chose.”

“At 10:00, the tables and chairs were cleared away and mattresses that had been stacked against the walls were pulled down onto the floor. Then people started undressing. It was all quite surreal to me, but I could feel Gladys’ hand sweating as I held it while we watched people getting down on the mattresses and starting to have sex. Gladys never said a thing and we just stood to the side watching. We saw pretty much every permutation of heterosexual and same-sex sex happening, and people changing partners. When the party started to break up around midnight, we thanked them for allowing us to be there and promised to let them know what we thought and felt about the whole thing after we had discussed it.”

“We had the best sex in years when we got home. Gladys was especially wild. She wore me out. When we talked about it, I was more than a little bit surprised when she said that she’d like to go there again and possibly participate. I was quite at a loss for what to say. My feelings were unsettled, to say the least. It had been exciting to watch, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about participating. I didn’t object morally or ethically, it was more a fear of the unknown, crossing a line into a so-called forbidden world of sin. We’re both southern Baptists, so we’ve had the evils of sin pounded into our brains our whole lives. When I pointed that out to Gladys, she told me that she hadn’t seen anything that she considered sinful, which shocked me, but that she had seen a lot of happiness and joy.”

“I didn’t want to summarily pour cold water on something that obviously interested her, so I agreed to return to the 60+ Club with her – we had learned that they had ‘events’ every evening – with the caveat of not committing to participating, but accepting that one or both of us might opt to do so. We went the following evening and this time met some of the other people in the hour of socializing before the fun started. Everyone that we talked to seemed excited about having people who had never participated in swinging before taking their first steps into that world.”

“When 10:00 arrived, the room was cleared and the mattresses pulled down onto the floor. I wasn’t sure what to do when everyone started undressing, but seeing Gladys doing so made up my mind for me and I undressed also. I could tell that Gladys was excited. She has large breasts with small pale nipples and they were hard and sticking out. I could also see that she was wet. Almost immediately a man invited her to join him on one of the mattresses. Even though I knew that it was a possibility, I was still shocked when I saw her lying on top of him sucking him while he ate her. When she turned and mounted him, we were looking at one another. I saw her mouth and eyes open wide as she lowered herself onto him, then began fucking him, never losing eye contact with me.”

“I started getting excited as I watched her and I got hard. The next thing I knew, some woman was kneeling in front of me, sucking on me. When I looked up to see if Gladys had noticed, I saw a big smile on her face. I was pretty nervous about everything and overly excited and came pretty quickly. When I looked over to see if Gladys had noticed, I saw her once again on top of the man sucking him. It was obvious to me that he was cumming. I knew that that was Gladys’ favorite part of sex and wasn’t at all surprised to see her swallowing. I could also see her from behind, the man that she was sucking sliding a couple of fingers in and out of her.”

“I felt like I was in a daze. I watched her with two more men, the last of them black, which really surprised me. I had heard her use inappropriate, disparaging language in the past when referring to black people. I was even more surprised when he got up from on top of her and saw that he had cum in her. I think that she was surprised, too, because she reached down between her legs and then stared at his cum on her fingers before sucking on them. The party started to wind down and we got dressed and went home.”

“When we got home, I was astonished that Gladys wanted more. I had only had that one encounter, so I was ready. Gladys had always preferred for me to eat her before fucking her, but I hesitated, remembering the sight of the three men fucking her, then the last one cumming in her. I had eaten her many a time after fucking her, but never after cumming in her, which wasn’t often. Gladys always preferred to suck me when I was ready to cum. But I didn’t want to spoil her mood – it had been quite a while since I had seen her so happy – so I ate her. She was wetter than she had been in years and I was surprised that she tasted just as good as ever. When we finally fucked, it was intense, really intense, the best I could remember.”

“And Gladys was clearly happy, deliriously so. She even woke me once during the night for another round. I had to teach classes the next morning, but while we ate breakfast, she couldn’t stop talking about what a wonderful time that she had had and how she couldn’t wait to do it again. I hadn’t particularly loved the experience, but I hadn’t hated it, either. It was still too new and very surreal to me that such a thing existed. But we went to the 60+ Club that night and every night for the next few weeks. Gladys would have anywhere from three to six different men each time and I even relaxed enough to enjoy myself with some of the other women. But always when we got home, I’d eat her, then fuck her. I realized that she needed the assurance that what we were doing was okay and that I still loved her. As often as not, one or more of the men that she fucked would cum in her and I even got used to eating her that way. One thing that I learned in the world of swinging is that you can get used to anything.”

“Then one night I saw Gladys on her hands and knees being fucked from behind, then lean down to eat the pussy of a woman. I don’t know why that shocked me so much, but it did, and she clearly loved it. After that, she’d regularly eat other women, even the ones I had just fucked. She particularly liked to suck me when I was ready to cum after fucking some other woman, while at the same time being fucked from behind by some other man.”

“This went on for a few months. Then she started suggesting that I try sucking a man’s cock, that if I’d eat her and the other women after they had been fucked, that it shouldn’t be that big a deal. She also pointed out the number of other men who were doing it. Now, I had never considered doing anything of the sort in my life, though I can’t say that I hadn’t wondered what it was like after watching other men doing it. They seemed to enjoy it just as much as any woman I had seen sucking a cock. Gladys finally convinced me to try it and I did, sucking the cock of the man fucking her for a few seconds when he’d pull it from her pussy. I did it a few times and realized that it wasn’t really that big a deal, that it was more the idea of it that had bothered me. Until he came in my mouth. Then I sort of freaked out, coughing and choking, but I couldn’t stop him from cumming in my mouth. His hand was on my head, holding me in place. When he finally finished and released me, Gladys was kissing me and licking the cum from my face, telling me how exciting it had been to see.”

“It hadn’t been so terrible, it was the surprise of him suddenly cumming that freaked me out,” Mr. Hill explained. “After that, Gladys continued to implore me to do it again, always to the guy fucking her, and I did, a couple of times each evening. After a couple of weeks, it stopped being anything but fun. I enjoyed it, especially tasting her on a man’s cock. And I was really surprised to find that I actually liked the taste of cum, some more than others. The feeling of a cock pulsing on my tongue excited me. I even started sucking the cocks of other men who weren’t fucking Gladys.”

“I don’t know why I was surprised, but I was when Gladys suggested that I try letting a man fuck me in the ass. I knew how much she loved it and had seen her letting many men at the club fuck her in the ass, sometimes while she was fucking another man. She loved the feeling of two cocks in her sliding back and forth. I resisted the idea, but inevitably she got her way and I tried it. It wasn’t pleasant at all, I have to say, and I was reluctant to repeat it, but Gladys never stopped encouraging me, so I endured it. Until one evening when I realized that I was enjoying it as some man fucked me in the ass. I happened to be fucking one of the women in the ass at the time. After that, I lost my reluctance about it and started looking forward to it as much as anything else.”

“Everything about our lives improved. We were both happier than we had been in years and we were having fun every single night. I was shocked beyond words when she told me that she wanted a divorce because she felt I was enjoying myself too much, especially with other men. We had been going to the 60+ Club for almost 4 years, seldom missing a night. I still don’t understand it.”

“You say that you participated in these activities at her urging,” Grant said. “Was that always the case?”

“No, only at first, say the first year,” Mr. Hill replied. “After that, I had gotten enough confidence and learned to enjoy all aspects of it and would take the initiative without being prompted.”

“And had your wife not brought swinging and the 60+ Club to your attention, do you believe that you would have ever taken that path?” Grant asked.

“Not in a million years,” Mr. Hill replied, laughing.

“Do you want to be divorced from your wife?” Grant asked.

“Not at all,” Mr. Hill replied. “I’ve never loved her more, especially now. Because of her, both of our lives are exponentially happier.”

“Then why are you asking for $500 million in compensation to agree to the divorce?” Grant asked.

“It’s not about the money, if that’s what you’re asking,” Mr. Hill said. “Part of me is very angry that she’d do this. It was her idea and I did everything that she wanted me to do, even learned to like it. My life is irrevocably changed, for the better, I think. I don’t think that it’s right or fair that she does this? I guess I picked a big number to shock her, to scare her away from doing this. Am I wrong?” he asked.

“That’s not for me or anyone else to say, other than the Court if it should go that far,” Grant replied. “Are you willing to take it that far, go to court and air all of this laundry in public?”

“I have nothing to lose,” Mr. Hill replied. “At my age, my reputation about my personal life no longer matters or is relevant. I’ve retired from teaching and the only thing I really do anymore is write books. My professional reputation can withstand any negativity about my personal life. Even without that money, I have sufficient income to live a fairly comfortable life. I have no urge to acquire things or change my standard of living. It’s more a matter of principle now.”

“I imagine that your wife will deny being the person who led you astray, as it were,” Grant said. “Unless she can show how and why your marriage is now irretrievably broken, I think that you have a very good chance of prevailing, especially if you can produce any corroborative evidence to support your view of events.”

“Such as?” Mr. Hill asked.

“Someone who is personally aware of what you’ve told us,” Grant replied.

“I think that I can do that,” Mr. Hill said ruminatively. “Would other members of the Club do?”

“Do they have personal, first-hand knowledge of what you’ve told us?” Grant asked.

“Definitely,” Mr. Hill replied. “Two couples. The club president and her husband, Clair and Dennis Rimes, and another couple, close friends of theirs, Vicky and Sam Reese. Gladys would always pull some or all of them into a discussion about convincing me to take the next step, sucking a cock or being fucked by one.”

“Are these people who you or your wife have had sexual interactions with?” Grant asked.

“Many times, all of us,” Mr. Hill replied. “They’re all bisexual, too.”

“Do you think that they’d be willing to testify, in open court if necessary, but at least an on-the-record interview?” Grant asked.

“There’s one way to find out,” Mr. Hill replied. “You want me to give them a call and ask?”

“If you don’t mind,” Grant replied. “We could stay over another night if we could arrange interviews with them. If that’s not possible, we could return when it would be more convenient for them.”

“I like him,” Penny said when Mr. Hill stepped out onto the balcony to make his calls. “He’s sweet. There’s an incredible gentleness about him.”

“He’s a man who is very comfortable in his own skin,” Grant said. “Initial impression would make you think that he’s soft, an easy person to push around, but he’s anything but. There’s steel there, too. People make the mistake of confusing a lack of ego for weakness.”

“Both couples agree to sit for interviews and also to testify in court if it should become necessary,” Mr. Hill announced when he returned from the balcony. “They can come tomorrow afternoon at 3:00.”

“That’s perfect,” Grant said, smiling.

“Mr. Hill, what has your relationship with your wife been like since she filed for the divorce?” Penny asked.

“That’s the crazy part,” Mr. Hill said, smiling. “It hasn’t really changed at all. We still go to the club every evening and I still eat her and then fuck her when we get home. The rest of the time, it’s more on the chilly side.”

“And have you moderated your behavior at the club so that your wife isn’t as…offended by what you’re doing?” Penny asked.

“Not at all,” Mr. Hill replied. “I still enjoy men and women equally. You see, when you get to my age, at least for me as a man, my ability to fire on all cylinders is somewhat limited, or lessened, if you will. I can get an erection and perform perhaps two, maybe three times in an evening, and one of those is always for Gladys afterwards. So rather than not participate, I make use of what still does function adequately, my mouth and tongue and my ass. They can be just as enjoyable, though admittedly, there’s nothing in life quite as exquisite as an orgasm.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Penny said, laughing.

“Would you like me to be here tomorrow when they come?” Mr. Hill asked.

“Actually, I wouldn’t,” Grant replied. “I don’t want them to feel any additional pressure and your presence could conceivably do that.”

“I understand,” Mr. Hill said, nodding. “Then I’ll just wait until I hear from you.”

“Rest easy, Mr. Hill,” Grant said. “I know that the process is unpleasant, but I foresee only a good outcome for you in the end.”

“I appreciate that,” Mr. Hill said, getting to his feet and shaking hands. “Thank you, and you, Miss Lane,” he said, smiling as he shook her hand. “If only I were 30-40 years younger.”

“I don’t know about you, but I am going crazy, I am so horny,” Penny said, quickly undressing once Mr. Hill had gone, then dragging Grant to the bedroom.

“Wow, where did that come from?” Grant asked half an hour later after eating her to a series of body-wracking orgasms, then fucking her, finishing by letting her suck him dry.

“I’m inspired,” Penny sighed, gently jacking his cock as she snuggled up next to him. “One of my biggest fears is what would happen to my sex life when I get old. Now I’ve got hope.”

“I’ve never had that worry,” Grant said. “I’ve always assumed that your mother, who could get an erection from a corpse, would always be my inspiration to function. Just thinking of her makes me want to fuck her,” he said, rolling over on top of Penny between her legs, lifting them and trapping them beneath his arms as he sank his cock into her. “But I’ll settle for you,” he said as he began to fuck her, Penny laughing as he pounded her pussy.

“God, that was great,” Penny sighed when her father finally slid his spent cock from her ass, having switched places mid-fuck and finished deep in her ass at her urging. “Mom is so lucky.”

They fell asleep, then woke up a couple of hours later and took a shower, Penny bending over in front of her father in the shower so that he could fuck her from behind, this time sucking him off when he was ready to cum.

“I think that I’m ready for some food,” Penny said as they dried off after the shower.

“Like your mother, you have a way of working up an appetite in a man, and I’m not just talking about sex,” Grant said.

“You say the sweetest things,” Penny said with a laugh.

The dressed and went downstairs to the Ritz-Carlton’s famous M Bistro where they both ordered the Grand Seafood Plateau containing marinated blue crab claws, crab ravigote, tuna tataki, poached shrimp, fresh oysters, a lobster tail, and 3oz of Beluga caviar with crème friache and blinis, along with a Caesar salad. Grant insisted on treating them to a bottle of The Judge, a Kongsgaard chardonnay from the Napa Valley.

“Mmm, I’ve missed being able to do this,” Penny said when she woke Grant for the third time in the middle of the night, taking his cock into her mouth.

“Jesus, Penny,” was all Grant managed before her pussy plastered itself to his mouth.

“Did you get enough sleep?” Penny asked coquettishly as they ate breakfast several hours later.

“Did you?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” Penny replied, smiling brightly. “Whenever I sleep after fucking, it’s always the best, most rejuvenating sleep.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Grant asked, laughing.

They went walking through the French Quarter again, Penny fascinated by all of the colors and smells. Approaching noon, they came upon Galatoire’s Restaurant on Bourbon Street where they decided to have lunch, ordering from the appetizer menu, shrimp remoulade, escargot, shrimp cocktail, and Louisiana jumbo lump crab with green onions and capers with a creole mustard aioli, along with avocado and crab salads, and Domaine Hubert Brochard sauvignon blanc from Sancerre by the glass.

They enjoyed the meal tremendously and had a leisurely stroll back to the hotel afterwards, once again enjoying the cacophonic kaleidoscope of humanity pulsating through the streets of the French Quarter. They had only been back in their suite for 30 minutes when the front desk let them know that they had visitors. Both Grant and Penny went down to greet them and guide them back up to the suite.

Clair Rimes was a tiny woman with blue hair and grey eyes. She was wearing a sensible dark-blue skirt and white blouse, the dark, unclad nipples of her smaller breasts just visible poking out into the material of her blouse. Dennis Rimes was a trim man with thinning white hair and hazel eyes. Vicky Reese was taller than Clair Rimes by several inches and carried several extra pounds on her frame, her black hair obviously dyed, with piercing green eyes. Sam Reese was a couple of inches taller than his wife and was completely bald with a rather large paunch.

They had had the foresight to order a few bottles of New Zealand’s Goldwater sauvignon blanc and offered them a glass as they sat in the suite’s living room.

“First of all, let me thank you for coming,” Grant said when they were all situated with glasses of wine. “I’m sure that you would much rather not be involved in this, but I’m certain that Mr. Hill greatly appreciates it, as do I. The way this is going to work is as follows. I’ll invite you one by one into the other room for the interview. It will be video-taped on my iPhone,” he explained, holding it up. “Please feel free to decline to answer any questions that I may ask, but at the same time, also feel free to respond as fully as you would like to any of the questions. You will all be asked the same questions, so please do not discuss your interview until they have all been completed. I anticipate that each interview will last no longer than 30 minutes. Any questions? No? Then why don’t I start with you, Mrs. Rimes?” he suggested.

Grant led Clair Rimes into the bedroom and over to the small table by the window that had two comfortable chairs on either side of it, having her sit in the one that allowed the most light from the window to illuminate her face

“Ready?” Grant asked when he had his iPhone set up in its stand on the table.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Please state your name and age,” Grant started.

“Clair Rimes, 67,” she replied.

“And you are here today to respond to questions regarding your friendship with Gladys and Dwayne Hill, is that correct?” Grant asked.

“That is correct,” she replied.

“How long have you known Gladys and Dwayne Hill,” Grant asked.

“A little over five years now,” she replied.

“How did you meet them, under what circumstance?” Grant asked.

“They came into the 60+ Club to inquire about it,” Clair Rimes replied.

“What is the 60+ Club?” Grant asked.

“It’s a social club for people over 60 years of age who are interested in swinging,” she replied, smiling.

“And how do you describe swinging?” Grant asked.

“It’s usually married couples having sex with other people in an open setting where everyone can see everyone,” she replied. “The 60+ Club also has a high percentage of single people who are also interested in having sex with multiple partners in an open setting.”

“What is your connection with the 60+ Club?” Grant asked.

“I’m the President and have been for almost 7 years,” she replied.

“Do you also participate in the 60+ Club’s activities?” Grant asked.

“I do,” she replied.

“With your husband?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“So you and your husband are swingers?” Grant asked.

“We are,” she replied.

“How long have you been swinging?” Grant asked.

“Over 30 years,” she replied, smiling.

“Were Gladys and Dwayne Hill aware of what the nature of the 60+ Club was when they came to inquire about it?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “They had never tried swinging, or had sex outside of their marriage, as far as I could tell, and were curious as to what it was about.”

“Did they say why they were interested?” Grant asked.

“Gladys said that they were looking for a way to rekindle the excitement of their relationship,” she replied.

“Did Mr. Hill express a reason for being interested?” Grant asked.

“He never said a word,” Clair Rimes replied. “Gladys did all of the talking. It was obviously her idea, her initiative that they were there. He was just going along with it to please her.”

“Upon what do you base that?” Grant asked.

“30 plus years of swinging,” she replied, laughing. “It’s always one of the couple who is the driver, the other the passenger; in their case, it was Gladys doing the driving.”

“How did they react to the information that you gave them?” Grant asked.

“Gladys seemed excited, Dwayne more reticent,” she replied. “Our evenings at the 60+ Club start with an hour of normal socializing at 9:00, then at 10:00 there is approximately two hours of sexual fun. They had come just before 10:00 and I told them that they were more than welcome to stay, to watch and see what it was like, or to participate, as they chose.”

“What did they do?” Grant asked.

“They stayed and watched,” she replied.

“Did they say anything?” Grant asked.

“Not that I’m aware of,” she replied. “But when I’d notice them, I could see that Gladys was getting more and more excited. Dwayne seemed more stunned than anything.”

“What happened then?” Grant asked.

“I don’t really know,” she replied. “At some point just before everything wound down for the night, I noticed that they were gone.”

“Did you ever see them again?” Grant asked.

“Yes, the next night,” she replied. “They came in time for the social hour, met some of the other people.”

“Did they stay for the ensuing activities?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Once again watching?” Grant asked.

“No, they undressed when everyone else did,” she replied.

“They participated?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“Were you able to see in what way they participated?” Grant asked.

“Everyone can see everyone,” she replied. “That’s the beauty of it. It’s all out in the open, no hiding. I saw Gladys with two or three different men, and I saw Dwayne get his cock sucked. I didn’t see him do anything more than that.”

“And when you say that you saw Gladys with two or three different men, exactly what do you mean?” Grant asked.

“She sucked their cocks, they ate her pussy, they fucked,” Clair Rimes said, smiling. “I saw her sucking one of the men off when he was ready to cum.”

“What happened after that?” Grant asked.

“They started coming every night,” she replied.

“Actively participating?” Grant asked.

“Very much so, especially Gladys,” she replied. “Dwayne was much slower to get into it, but he finally did. He was quite popular. He’s very much a gentleman.”

“And Gladys?” Grant asked.

“She was also popular, but that was because she was so into it,” she replied. “She was born to swing. She had a voracious appetite, loved sex, sucking cocks, fucking, especially in the ass, she really loved that.”

“Other women?” Grant asked.

“Not right away, but it wasn’t too long before she tried that, too, and loved it,” she replied.

“Did you ever interact sexually with Gladys?” Grant asked.

“More times than I can count,” she replied with a laugh. “She very quickly became a very talented pussy eater, loved eating a pussy that was full of cum.”

“And what about Dwayne, did he also interact sexually with other men?” Grant asked.

“Not at first, no,” she replied, shaking her head. “And he was very reluctant to try. Gladys was constantly urging him to try, at first just to suck a cock, but then to also get fucked by one. He always did what she wanted, but it was obvious that it was a struggle for him. He didn’t take to it right away, but then he seemed to enjoy it after several months. Now, he’s as comfortable with a man as a woman.”

“Are you aware of the state of their marriage today?” Grant asked.

“I know that Gladys wants a divorce,” she replied. “What nonsense! She wants to divorce him because he enjoys sucking cocks and getting fucked in the ass. He’s only that way because she pushed him. I think that she’s got a lot of nerve. She’s trying to have her cake and eat it, too. She got her way, got what she wanted, now she’s decided that she doesn’t want it anymore. What gall.”

“People do change their minds,” Grant pointed out.

“Then she should say that she’s no longer comfortable with it and stop,” Clair Rimes said. “It’s unfair for it to be okay for her, but not for him. I mean, seriously. That’s such hypocrisy.”

“Are they still attending the 60+ Club?” Grant asked.

“Every night,” she replied. “In fact, Dwayne fucked me last night, then came in me when Gladys insisted, then she ate me when he finished. I even heard her encouraging him to swallow all of it when he sucked the cock of the man who had been fucking her. I really don’t know what her problem is.”

“Is there anything else that you feel I ought to be aware of?” Grant asked.

“Sometimes Gladys can be a bit of a snob, look down her nose at someone who doesn’t come from as privileged a background as her,” she replied. “Now, that doesn’t stop her from having sex with anyone and everyone, but sometimes that side of her personality comes out. I actually like her and love having sex with her, so I’m quite disappointed by the current situation. I hate being involved, but I think that she’s treating Dwayne very unfairly. He’s as sweet and loving a man as you’d ever want to meet. He deserves better.”

“I think that covers it for me,” Grant said, smiling. “Thank you very much. Your candor and honesty are going to help, I can assure you.”

“What are you going to do with this?” Clair Rimes asked, lifting her chin to indicate the iPhone.

“Part of the divorce process is at least one meeting to try to iron out differences, or come to an agreement, a settlement of some sort,” Grant replied. “This and the other interviews will be shown to Mrs. Hill and her attorney at that meeting in the hope that it will help to accomplish that without this having to go to court and being exposed to the public and the ensuing ridicule.”

“Well, Dennis and I discussed this and we both agree that at our age, we don’t care if the whole world knows how we live our lives,” she said. “We’re not ashamed of it in the least, so if it all has to come out, then we’re willing to have that happen. What I’m saying is that you don’t need to protect or shield us. We have nothing to fear.”

“I appreciate that and admire you greatly,” Grant said, smiling. “Friends like you are hard to come by. Dwayne is a lucky man.”

Just over an hour later, all of the interviews were concluded and everyone left.

“Well?” Penny asked.

“See for yourself,” Grant replied, tossing her his iPhone and going to the suite’s bar to pour himself a large glass of whisky over ice.

“My god, what an incredible group of people,” Penny said after she had watched all four interviews. “I’d love to be that cool when I’m their age. Everything they said corroborates what Dwayne told us, too.”

“It certainly does,” Grant agreed.

“What’s next?” Penny asked.

“Go home, get these transcribed and copied, and send Mrs. Hill’s attorney a notice asking for a settlement meeting,” Grant replied. “And I want Amy to look into this 60+ Club. Maybe there’s something there that can further help our case.”

They decided to go back down to the M Bistro for dinner and they both ordered half a dozen oysters on the half shell and blackened tuna tataki from the appetizer menu, a Caesar salad, and the Peruvian style paella with half a lobster tail, jasmine rice, shrimp, clams, Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese, English peas, and salsa criolla. They decided to celebrate with a bottle of Krug Brut Grand Cuvée champagne.

“I really do love working with and for you,” Penny said later as she slowly fucked him, his hands filled with her breasts. “You can sleep on the flight home, right?” she asked, leaning down to kiss him as she continued to hump her pussy up and down on his cock.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“This is going to be fun,” Grant said, laughing as he hung up the phone the next afternoon after they had returned from New Orleans.

“What?” Penny asked.

“Our newest client claims to be married to a Catholic priest who is now an archbishop,” Grant explained.

“I didn’t think that that was possible,” Penny said.

“It’s not supposed to be,” Grant agreed. “Apparently they were secretly wed before he took his vows and have kept it a secret for the past 25 years. He entered the priesthood in an act of defiance when he learned that his older brother would inherit the entire family pharmaceutical fortune, which is worth approximately $14.5 billion today. His father was excommunicated for divorcing his first wife and has hated the church ever since, hence his act of rebellion.”

“Archbishop Thomas O’Malley would also seem to be ambitious, dreams of being made a cardinal, which is suddenly in the realm of possibility because of the deaths of his parents and older brother in an automobile accident, which left him the de-facto heir. He has apparently made overtures to the Vatican about being rapidly advanced to a red hat in return for turning over his entire inheritance to the church.”

“His hidden wife, Sarah, found out about his plans, and through a local attorney filed for a divorce and got an injunction from the court to stop her husband from giving his inheritance away to the church, asserting that she has a legitimate claim to half of it. The Vatican was quick to hire a law firm, O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle, who specialize in church law, to contest the validity of the marriage. Her local attorney was immediately overwhelmed and out of his depth and contacted me and I agreed to take over the case for a modest referral fee.”

“If they were married, there must be a record of the marriage,” Penny said.

“Archbishop O’Malley, through his attorneys, O’Hara, Murphy, and Doyle, is maintaining that the marriage was annulled when he joined the priesthood in 1994, though they have produced no evidence of that so far. He and the church are in a bit of a panic because Mrs. O’Malley is threatening to expose how her husband has hidden their marriage. Apparently there is more to it than just their being married and keeping it hidden. She feels as though her life would be in danger if she were to expose everything.”

“Isn’t that a bit drastic?” Penny asked.

“That would depend upon what it is that she knows and is willing to expose,” Grant replied. “Not to mention $14.5 billion that the Vatican would love to get its hands on. You also have to keep in mind that this is a woman who agreed to and went along with her marriage being kept a secret. She obviously has some issues of her own that made it possible for the situation to exist and continue for all those years.”

“Not that it matters to me, but how can she possibly afford to hire you?” Penny asked.

“She can’t,” Grant replied. “I’ve agreed to take the case on contingency for 30% of whatever settlement we can get.”

“Why?” Penny asked. “That doesn’t sound like you at all. You’re usually so…so…mercenary about the whole thing.”

“I personally find the very idea of religion to be ludicrous and I absolutely hate religious institutions, the Catholic church above all,” Grant replied. “First of all, the unsupported assumption of the existence of god, then the arrogance of man, and it’s always a man, not a woman, presuming to know what said god’s mind and thoughts and intentions are, and then to try to impose that belief on everyone else, well, it just disgusts me to no end. I can accept that there could be some sort of an entity that is so powerful that it would seem god-like, but to codify and institutionalize such a presumption, that I can’t tolerate. It’s just a form of oppression, a type of pseudo-government, an excuse to have control of people in order to amass wealth. I like the chance to stick my thumb in the church’s collective eye. This is one case that I want to go to trial.”

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you feel that way,” Penny said after a moment. “I mean, your attitude towards sex goes against the grain of pretty much all religions. You couldn’t be the way you are and believe in any of them. I’ve always been against religion because it relegates women to a second class status and god is always a man. If there were a god, I’d like to think that it would see all sentient creations as equal.”

“I never thought of it from that point of view, but I couldn’t agree more,” Grant said. “I’d like nothing more than for there to actually be a god. That would give me some hope for the universe instead of the entropy and ennui that seem inevitable.”

“Obviously we need to interview her and find out exactly what it is that she knows that has her so frightened,” Penny said.

“I’ve arranged for a private security firm to bring her here,” Grant said, smiling at the surprised look on Penny’s face. “She should be here tonight. She feels trapped and afraid and won’t talk to us unless we get her out of there and guarantee her safety.”

“She’s paranoid,” Penny said.

“But perhaps with good reason,” Grant said. “In any event, we have plenty of room at our house, so she’ll be our houseguest for the time being. The same private security firm will continue to keep an eye on her while she’s here and until this is resolved. It seemed like a better solution than sticking her in some apartment by herself. At least this way she’ll have people around her, primarily your mother.”

“Mom agrees?” Penny asked.

“My dislike of the church pales in comparison to your mother’s,” Grant replied, smiling.

Penny didn’t know what she was expecting when she and her father went to the airport to greet Sarah O’Malley that evening, but it wasn’t a small woman with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes wearing what could easily have been mistaken for a nun’s habit. She was also struck by her deeper, throaty voice when they were all introduced to one another.

“This is it?” Sarah said, holding out her arms when Grant inquired about her luggage. “I have no personal possessions other than three more of these outfits.”

“Are you a nun?” Penny asked, stunned.

“In some respects, that’s not an unreasonable assumption,” Sarah replied. “It was all a part of maintaining a façade.”

“Why don’t we go to the house and get you settled?” Grant suggested. “We can talk tomorrow once you’ve rested.”

“We can stop by my place and I can get you some clothes if you’d like,” Penny said as they drove from the airport, having thanked the security detail that had accompanied her and making sure that other personnel would be taking over at the house. “My roommate is only a bit taller than you.”

“That wouldn’t be right,” Sarah said.

“Oh, she won’t mind. It will give her an excuse to get some more. Fashion isn’t exactly her thing anyway,” Penny said. “Nothing fancy. She tends to wear track suits most of the time. Unless you prefer to wear what you’re wearing. There are laundry facilities at the house.”

“I can’t begin to tell you how much I hate wearing this,” Sarah said. “As long as you’re sure that it’s no trouble…”

“It’s not,” Penny assured her. “Consider it a welcome to your new life present. Someone will take you shopping so that you’ll have your own clothes to your own taste.”

“That sounds nice,” Sarah said, smiling.

They stopped at Island House and Penny ran upstairs, telling Amy that she’d explain later as she raided her bedroom, stuffing a couple of track suits and T-shirts and pairs of shorts into a plastic bag and rushing back downstairs.

“Here,” Penny said, handing her father the bag when he opened the door to the car for her. “It’s late and I know you’re probably tired, so I’ll come by the house in the morning for breakfast,” she said to Sarah. “My mother will be there, so you’ll be in good hands.”

“Your mother? Aren’t you one of my attorneys?” Sarah asked.

“I am, but I also double as his daughter,” Penny replied, smiling at her father. “Try not to worry and get a good night’s sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Thank you,” Sarah said.

Amy laughed when Penny explained everything when she returned to the condo.

“Well, I sure hate priests,” she said. “They knew that my father was fucking me and never said a word or did anything about it.”

“Your…your father used to fuck you?” Penny asked, stunned.

“You’re not the only one,” Amy said, “but at least you get a say in whether it happens or not.”

“I had no idea,” Penny said.

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime,” Amy said.

“Sure, whatever,” Penny said.

When Penny saw the expression on Sarah’s face the next morning when she arrived to the house for breakfast, she realized that she could have thought a bit more about how she dressed, having chosen a short magenta skirt and a pale strawberry blouse that did little to hide her breasts or ruby nipples poking out.

“Did you sleep well?” Penny asked as she took a seat and started filling a plate from the omelet, pancakes, and bowl of freshly cut fruit that were on the table.

“Very well,” Sarah replied. “Such a comfortable bed. And this,” she said, holding her arms out to the sides and looking down at herself, “is so comfortable.”

“Amy loves her track suits,” Penny said, smiling.

“This is the first time in more than 20 years since I’ve worn anything but that habit,” Sarah said. “It’s just wonderful. What’s going to happen to me?” she asked.

“When you feel comfortable enough, I’d like to interview you, learn more about your situation,” Grant replied. “I can’t even begin to talk to your husband’s legal team without knowing what’s actually going on.”

“There’s no point in putting it off,” Sarah said with a sigh. “It will never be a comfortable thing to talk about. We can do it whenever you like.”

“Why don’t we finish breakfast first?” Grant suggested, smiling.

To help Sarah feel more relaxed, they went into the backyard after breakfast, sitting at a table under an umbrella by the pool, the Intracoastal Waterway just beyond.

“We’re only looking to understand the situation,” Grant explained. “If you can’t or don’t want to talk about anything, just say so, but the more information I have to work with, the better a job I can do. That’s my currency, information. When I have more information than the other side, my chances of prevailing go up. We’ll also be taking notes.”

“What would you like to know?” Sarah asked.

“How old are you currently?” Grant asked.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” Sarah laughed. “I’m 42.”

“So, you were 18 when you married Thomas O’Malley in 1994?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “He was a year older.”

“Didn’t he enter the priesthood in 1994?” Grant asked.

“About 8 months after we got married,” Sarah replied.

“Why did he do that? Did you realize that he was religious?” Grant asked.

“Tommy didn’t have a religious bone in his body,” Sarah replied, laughing. “It was all an attempt to force his father to include him in any eventual inheritance instead of giving everything to his older brother. He knew how much his father hated the church and he thought that he would do something, anything to stop him from joining. But his father didn’t care anything about Tommy. Everything was for and about Joe. Even his mother was like that. I always wondered if Tommy was an accident instead of planned. They only seemed to tolerate him.”

“Why didn’t he leave the priesthood when he realized that his ruse hadn’t worked?” Grant asked.

“Because Tommy found his niche in the church,” Sarah replied. “A place where he could exorcise his demons of feeling unwanted and unappreciated.”

“Yet you remained married?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “Tommy lied on the paperwork about his marital status and they apparently didn’t check. Once he became a priest, he arranged for me to be the caretaker of the church, which included a small cottage on the diocese’s grounds. I kept the church clean and fixed things if I could. I actually became quite adept with basic electrical and plumbing problems.”

“Did you continue a marital relationship after he became a priest?” Grant asked.

“If you mean did we continue to have sex, the answer is yes,” Sarah replied. “Our whole relationship ever since we first met has been about sex. It’s our favorite pasttime. There’s never been enough or too much.”

“How could you keep that a secret?” Penny asked. “How could people not realize?”

“People see what they want to see,” Sarah replied, shrugging. “They see a priest, they see their idea of a priest; they see an apparent nun, they see their idea of a nun. What we’ve been doing all these years just isn’t something that would spring to mind for most people.”

“Why did you accept such a way of life, having to hide, everything?” Penny asked.

“I loved him,” Sarah replied. “I still do.”

“You said that he found his niche in the church, a place where he could exorcise his demons,” Grant said, looking down at his notes. “What did you mean by that?”

“It took about three years before Tommy fully realized and accepted that his father wasn’t going to change anything,” Sarah explained. “And it was about that time that he was counseling a middle-aged married couple who were having problems in their relationship, usually together, but he also had one-on-one sessions with each of them. I happened to enter his office via the back door and saw him having sex with the wife on the sofa.”

“Did they see you?” Grant asked.

“Tommy did,” Sarah replied. “He looked up and saw me, but he never stopped. He never stopped looking at me, even when he finished in her mouth.”

“What did you think about that?” Grant asked.

“I was shocked for all sorts of different reasons,” Sarah replied. “That he’d do that at all when we were married. That he’d risk his position if he got caught.”

“Weren’t you angry?” Grant asked.

“No,” Sarah replied, shaking her head. “I felt a kind of numbness more than anything.”

“Did you speak with him about it?” Grant asked.

“Of course,” Sarah replied. “He told me that he was helping her, that it would help her with her relationship with her husband, that he was doing it in service for the church.”

“Did you believe that?” Grant asked.

“No,” Sarah replied. “I knew it was all a lie, that he had done it just because he could. It had been like that with him ever since we first got together towards the end of our senior year in high school. He knew that I’d never deny him anything and he took advantage of that, though I didn’t mind. He was always with other girls. I thought that it would stop once we got married, but I was wrong.”

“Did you never consider leaving him?” Penny asked.

“No,” Sarah replied. “I love him. It didn’t matter. It was just sex. It’s different between us.”

“Did things of this sort happen again?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “He started targeting vulnerable women that he was counseling.”

“Did he take advantage of them, have sex with them?” Grant asked.

“The ones that he could, yes,” Sarah replied.

“You know this for a fact?” Grant asked.

“I watched him doing it,” Sarah replied. “He liked it when I watched him. He’d have me come in the back door and stay in the shadows behind a curtain and watch.”

“How did you feel about that?” Grant asked.

“Sometimes I’d have mixed feelings, but mostly it was just exciting to see,” Sarah replied. “We’d have the best sex after one of those counseling sessions, so I really didn’t mind. I knew that it didn’t mean anything and Tommy seemed happier in his life after the disappointment of being cast aside by his family.”

“Did he have any contact with them?” Grant asked.

“Not after he entered the priesthood, no,” Sarah replied. “I don’t think that he ever talked to them again, then they all got killed. He called it divine retribution. I couldn’t really blame him.”

“Sarah, what about the men that your husband was counseling?” Penny asked.

“They’d be happy when their relationships would improve,” Sarah replied, some color creeping into her cheeks. “Most people would get counseled for up to half a year, sometimes a bit longer, then things would either improve or they’d just give up. There were always new people rotating through. Most of the people that he counseled, it was just normal counseling, and he seemed to have a knack for it. He could reach people, make them feel as though he understood them. But he also had a laser radar for the ones that he could take advantage of.”

“Is that all, about the men?” Penny asked gently.

“One time, about a year or so after the first time he ever did anything like that, he asked me to help him with someone who was in a lot of pain,” Sarah replied after a few moments. “A man. He wanted me to comfort him the way he did the women.”

“How did you react to that? What did you think?” Grant asked.

“I was surprised that he’d ask me to do something like that,” Sarah replied. “That he wouldn’t mind, but also I felt…I don’t know…pleased in a way that he thought that I could help.”

“What happened?” Grant asked. “You agreed to do it?”

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “The man came to his office. Usually he came with his wife and she came every week for a private session. Apparently the problem was that she couldn’t get her husband to show any initiative, even after her private sessions with Tommy. Tommy introduced me, explaining that he felt that I was more suited to helping with his problem. Tommy had told me that the man was going to be shy, hesitant, even afraid, that I should be forward, but not so much so that it frightened him. So I did it. He was uncomfortable, but Tommy kept assuring him that this was what he needed. He finally let me do whatever I wanted with him. By the time he was ready to cum, he wasn’t so shy anymore. Tommy knew from his sessions with his wife that she loved it when Tommy would finish in her mouth, something that her husband had never allowed her to do, thinking that it was wrong. He didn’t try to stop me from doing it and Tommy told him that he should always allow his wife to finish him with her mouth if that’s what she wanted to do.”

“Your husband was present during all of this?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “I couldn’t believe how exciting it was to see him watching me. That was the best part of it. When the man left, that was the first time that Tommy ever fucked me in his office and it was the best sex that we had ever had.”

“This kind of thing happened again?” Grant asked.

“More and more,” Sarah replied. “After a year or two with just doing it either with the woman or the man, we started doing it with couples, all four of us. That was when I was first with a woman. Tommy had this formula. He’d be with the wife, I’d be with the husband, then I’d be with the wife, then the husband and wife would be together. It never failed to work. There’s something about how turned on men get when they see two women together. We seldom needed to do couples counseling like that more than a few times, though there were some couples that came more than that, until Tommy directed them to social groups that enjoyed that kind of thing.”

“How did you feel about being with a woman like that?” Grant asked.

“I loved it right away,” Sarah replied, laughing. “I’d never even thought of doing anything like that. I’d always liked boys. But I liked it. I’d always liked the taste of myself on a guy after he had been in me, and I had tasted other women on Tommy after he had counseled them and liked that, too, but actually tasting another woman, eating her, I like that.”

“Sarah, did you ever have any bad or negative feelings about what you and your husband were doing?” Penny asked.

“No,” Sarah replied firmly. “I knew what a fraud Tommy was and I knew that the church was total bullshit. We had a good life and it was fun. Nobody got hurt. Everyone was happy.”

“Did it continue like that, having sex with men and women under the guise of church counseling, both of you?” Grant asked.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “Once or twice a week. Things changed in 2003, though.”

“How did they change, and why?” Grant asked.

“That book came out, The Da Vinci Code, by Dan Brown,” Sarah replied. “Tommy was obsessed with it, read it over and over again. Wore out a paperback and then bought it in hardback.”

“Why was he so obsessed with that book?” Grant asked.

“Power,” Sarah replied flatly. “He saw how the entire Catholic church was all about power, at least in that book. There was no morality, except hypocritically on the surface, and that described him to a T. I don’t think that he had any illusions about himself, what he was. He was craven and he knew it and he had secretly coveted the power that his father had denied him. Now he thought that he had an idea of how he could have that power through the church. He had been promoted to Monseigneur and suddenly he had the idea that he could climb the ladder of the church’s hierarchy, maybe even become a cardinal one day. Who knows, maybe he even dreamed of being Pope.”

“How did he plan to do that?” Grant asked.

“He had learned in the book that nobody gets anywhere in the church without allies, preferably powerful allies, so he decided to take a page out of the book and create himself some allies,” Sarah explained. “There’s a point in the book where the heroine, Sophie Neveu, happens to stumble upon her grandfather, Jacques Saunière, who was the curator of the Louvre, holding an arcane rite with her grandmother, Marie Chauvel, called hieros gamos, Greek for mystical marriage or sacred ceremony.”

“Hieros gamos was coopted from the ancient Sumerians who had a ceremony wherein the king would have public sex with the high priestesses of Inanna, the Sumerian goddess of love, fertility and warfare. It was supposed to symbolize the gods’ fecundity and it served to validate the king’s position and authority as the incarnation of a god on earth and the priestesses of Inanna as the goddesses upon whom he would procreate prosperity. In early Christian literature, the idea of the hieros gamos was seen in the portrayal of Christ as a bridegroom with the people of god in the position of his bride.”

“In the book, Sophie’s grandfather performed the Catholic version of hieros gamos and had sex with her grandmother as the priestess of Inanna, on an altar surrounded by the other high priests of the Priory of Sion, of which Jacques Saunière was the grandmaster. When her grandfather finished with her grandmother, the other high priests each took their turn. That’s what Tommy was going to do, create his own cult of the Priory of Sion, find other priests and higher church officials that would be amenable to such a thing and coopt them into joining.”

“Did he succeed?” Grant asked.

“Slowly but surely, yes,” Sarah replied. “First there was one priest, then another, then another. It took a couple of years before there were five other members of Tommy’s Priory of Sion. Today there are over 200, including a few cardinals.”

“Sarah, was it just an empty cult or did they reenact the actual rites of the hieros gamos?” Penny asked.

“They held the rites, every month on the full moon and the new moon,” Sarah replied.

“Sarah, did you play the part of the priestess of Inanna for the rites?” Penny asked softly.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “Now you know why I’m so frightened that they might try to hurt me. They’re afraid that I’ll expose them.”

“Sarah, how many people participate in these rites each time?” Penny asked.

“It’s always either 7 or 14,” Sarah replied. “Christianity has a thing about the number 7.”

“What happens during these rites?” Penny asked.

“There’s a lot of chanting and mumbo-jumbo, incense burning, and I’m naked on this special table that Tommy had built,” Sarah replied. “It’s leather and thickly padded, just wide enough for me to lay on, and is only about 3 feet high. Whoever is there is around the table. Then they all undress and Tommy always goes first. Then the others. They keep doing it until they can’t, one after the other. Sometimes it lasts for hours, goes all night, especially when there’s 14 of them. There’s also another woman present each time, a different one each time. I don’t know who she is or where she comes from, but if I get messy because they finish in me…they’re supposed to finish in my mouth except when they take me in the ass…she cleans me up. That usually also has the effect of reenergizing the men, seeing the two of us together like that. When it’s all over and everyone has gone, Tommy and I have the greatest sex ever. He always saves himself so that he can be the last one.”

“Do you enjoy it?” Penny asked, almost afraid to hear her answer.

“It’s as close to heaven as I’m going to get,” Sarah replied with a sigh. “Do you understand?” she asked beseechingly. “It’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. I don’t have to do anything and I’m given so much pleasure. It almost makes me believe in god.”

“I do understand, actually,” Penny said, smiling. “And I’m happy for you that it’s been a positive experience as opposed to a negative one. But it makes me wonder, if it’s so good and you’re so happy with your life, as odd as it might seem, why would you want a divorce? Is it because of the money, that he’s going to give it to the church?” she asked.

“I don’t care about the money at all,” Sarah replied. “If Tommy can succeed in buying himself a red hat, become a cardinal, we’ll have to split up. He’d have to go to the Vatican for at least two years and there’s no way that I could go with him. And the scrutiny that he’d have to undergo, they’re bound to find out about us. Even with all that money, I can’t believe that they’d just look the other way. At the least, they’ll insist on separating us.”

“How would your husband feel about that?” Grant asked.

“I know him. His lust for power is stronger than his love for me,” Sarah replied. “It’s all that he’s talked about ever since his family was killed and he found out that he might inherit everything. He’d just find someone else to replace me. Do you think that you can help me?”

“Yes,” Grant replied without hesitating, “but to do so might kill any chance that your husband has to become a cardinal. It would just depend upon how greedy they are. Is that price worth it to you? Don’t you think that your husband would blame you for his failed ambition? You might end up without him anyway.”

“At least this way I have a chance,” Sarah said. “If he becomes a cardinal, I have no chance.”

“Then I’ll do everything I can to help you and see if I can’t also minimize the danger to your husband’s ambitions,” Grant said.

“Thank you,” Sarah said, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“I’m still blown away,” Penny said when they finally got to the office after stopping at the Mideast Bakery for falafel pita sandwiches and tabouli for lunch. “I mean, look at her! I know, books and covers, but would you ever imagine her as the priestess of Inanna in one of those hieros gamos rites?”

“No more than I could imagine you or your mother at an orgy,” Grant replied, smiling. “You look at her differently now, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” Penny conceded.

“She’s not a victim any longer, is she?” Grant asked.

“No,” Penny agreed. “But for the grace of god, there go I,” she said. “I can imagine loving a man so much that there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for him. In fact, I feel that way about you, so I understand her and feel badly for her.”

“Then you must also understand how I feel about your mother,” Grant said.

“Yes, better than ever,” Penny said. “She’s a lucky woman.”

“We’re both lucky,” Grant said. “We were made for each other, two sides of the same coin.”

“And where do I fit in?” Penny asked, smiling.

“You’re the edge of the coin, binding the two halves together and making them complete,” Grant replied.

“Wow! Nice. I’ll take that,” Penny said. “You have a plan already, don’t you?” she asked.

“I have a plan,” Grant agreed, smiling broadly. “Boy, do I have a plan.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“How are you adapting to life here?” Penny asked as they rode to The Breakers for dinner in Grant’s Bentley Thursday evening. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been by, but it’s been busy.”

“This is a life that I’ve only ever imagined, like something out of a movie,” Sarah replied. “Your parents have been wonderful, made me feel at home.”

“I see that Mom took you shopping,” Penny said.

“She wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Sarah said, laughing. “She’d shudder every time she saw me wearing one of those wonderful track suits. I haven’t dressed in real clothes in more than 20 years. It feels just wonderful. I keep using that word, but that’s how everything feels right now, wonderful.”

“That’s great,” Penny said. “Everyone should have that feeling about life.”

They went to The Italian Restaurant at The Breakers where Helen had made a reservation.

“I actually can’t remember the last time I ate at a restaurant,” Sarah said as she looked around. “And I have no idea what to choose from this menu.”

“Didn’t you ever go out?” Penny asked.

“Only for shopping errands or to someone’s house who needed help,” Sarah replied. “Never socially and certainly not with Tommy. As crazy as everything was, we maintained a correct façade.”

“I’ve learned to let Penny order,” Grant said, putting his menu down. “She’s got a different way of looking at a menu that I find fun.”

“Oh, please do it for me, too,” Sarah begged.

“Okay, you can order for all of us,” Helen said, laughing.

When the server came to take their order, Penny was ready for him.

“The bruschetta with heirloom tomatoes, basil, extra virgin olive oil, stracciatella, olive tapenade, and aged saba cheese to start, then the gorgonzola and pear salad with mixed greens, gorgonzola cheese, caramelized onions, bosc pear, walnuts, tomatoes, and a Pinot Grigio vinaigrette. For the entrée, the Seafood Aqua Pazza with clams, shrimp, scallops, snapper, lobster, and a tomato lobster sauce. The tiramisu cappuccino with lady fingers, espresso, Kahlua, Marsala wine, mascarpone, whipped cream, and shaved chocolate for dessert, and a bottle of the Cloudy Bay sauvignon blanc,” she said.

“And you, Ma’am?” he asked, looking at Helen.

“Oh, I’ll have the same,” Helen replied, laughing.

“Me, too,” Sarah said.

“Make it four,” Grant added.

“I don’t usually go for entrées,” Penny explained when the server left. “I like ordering as many of the appetizers as possible. You get to taste a lot more things that way. But that Seafood Aqua Pazza looked really good, so I had to go for it.”

“Oh, my, I have never eaten so much food in my life and it looks like I barely touched it,” Sarah said, sitting back. “It’s all so delicious.”

“You certainly picked good dishes, Penny,” Helen said. “It was actually rather nice not to have to read the menu and choose something for a change.”

“I’m going to Nassau after work Friday,” Penny said as they drank after-dinner coffees. “I’ve got five seats available. I don’t know if Amy’s coming or not.”

“I have to work,” Grant said, shaking his head. “This weekend isn’t good for me.”

“I think I should stay here with Sarah,” Helen said.

“Oh, please, don’t not do something because of me,” Sarah said. “I’m used to being on my own and that security man out front makes me feel secure.”

“You’re invited, too,” Penny said, “but I’m not sure if it’s the kind of thing that would interest you.”

“Oh?!” Sarah said.

“We don’t do anything except hang out around the pool and on the beach, naked,” Penny explained. “We eat incredible food that the house chef prepares for us. And depending upon the situation, sometime have a lot of sex. Openly. I thought that perhaps that would be uncomfortable for you, maybe bring up bad memories.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting that at all,” Sarah said after a prolonged pause, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide. “I was always surprised by the couples that were…open to Tommy’s machinations. My first thought was always I’d never have expected them…and now I have that same thought again.”

“That wasn’t to say that being naked is required, or eating, or indulging in sex, or anything,” Penny said quickly. “I just wanted you to be aware of how we are when we’re there. Maybe that’s an experience that you’d rather forgo.”

“I miss Tommy,” Sarah said softly after a minute. “The full moon is in two days and I’ll miss the rites of the hieros gamos. I haven’t missed it in over 15 years. And you really need to understand, I don’t have any bad memories. I’ve loved every minute of my life with Tommy and I regret none of it. Everything I did, I did willingly with my eyes open, so please don’t feel the need to protect me from myself. I’m fine with me.”

“Then you’ll come with us?” Penny asked, smiling.

“I’d love to,” Sarah replied, smiling back, her blue eyes sparkling.

Penny picked her mother and Sarah up after work on Friday and drove to the North Country Airport.

“We’re going in that?” Sarah asked when she saw the Eclipse. “Who’s driving?”

“We are and I am,” Penny replied.

“Really?” Sarah asked, looking at Helen.

“Even I trust her,” Helen assured Sarah.

“Sit up front with me, Sarah,” Penny insisted. “That way you’ll get to see everything.”

“Oh, my!” Sarah said a few minutes after taking off when she saw the sparkling lights of Grand Bahama Island twinkling in the distance. “That was so fast,” she said when they landed at the Nassau airport 30 minutes later.

“That’s the whole idea,” Penny said as she taxied to her assigned parking space.

The Jeep was waiting and they quickly drove to the house, Penny hugging Ella as they entered.

“Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes,” Ella informed them as Helen hugged her, then introduced Sarah. “I’ll leave you to sort out the bedrooms.”

“What an incredible house,” Sarah commented as they walked through it.

“It’s the best,” Penny said as they entered one of the two junior suites. “I think that you’ll be comfortable here.”

“It’s so big,” Sarah marveled.

“The master suite is even bigger,” Penny laughed, leading the way to it next door. “This is for Mom. Mine’s on the other side, just like yours.”

“So much space,” Sarah said.

“I’m for a swim before dinner,” Penny said.

“That sounds great,” Helen agreed, following her out to the backyard and the pool.

“Oh, my, this is so beautiful,” Sarah said when she saw the magnificent vista of the ocean stretching out into the distance beyond, her eyes widening when she saw Penny and Helen dropping their clothes to the ground to stand naked next to one another. “You…you’re so much alike,” she said as she looked at them.

“I know, and I’m so lucky,” Penny said, hugging her mother, then turning and jumping into the swimming pool, Helen following.

Sarah watched them for a minute or so, then slowly undressed, her face flushed as she used the steps to enter the pool, joining them.

“I’ve never swam naked before,” she said, very self-conscious of her large pale nipples hardening on the ends of her full breasts, unable to tear her eyes from the hard ruby nipples of Penny and Helen jutting out.

“There’s nothing like it,” Penny said. “I’d feel uncomfortable now if I’d have to wear a suit.”

“Dinner’s ready,” Ella came to announce. “Where would you like to eat?” she asked.

“Under the loggia, I think,” Helen replied.

“I’ll start serving,” Ella said as Helen led the way out of the pool, picking up a towel from the stack on a poolside table to dry herself.

Sarah started to reach for her clothes after drying herself, then stopped when she saw that Helen and Penny weren’t bothering, instead following them to the loggia where Ella had laid out the meal, very self-conscious as she joined them at the table naked.

“I know how much you like it, so there’s blackened grouper, garlic mashed potatoes with creamed feta cheese, crushed peppercorns, and cumin-infused butter, assorted baby greens and cherry tomatoes, avocado, and papaya salad, and steamed spinach with red wine vinegar. There’s plenty of conch salad in the refrigerator if you’d like some,” Ella explained.

“This looks beautiful, Ella,” Helen said. “Thank you.”

“What would you like to drink?” Ella asked.

“How about some champagne?” Penny asked, smiling. “Let’s celebrate.”

“What are we celebrating?” Sarah asked when Ella went for the wine.

“Being here, being alive,” Penny replied with a laugh. “I always feel an incredible sense of gratitude at being alive when I’m here. I can totally be myself. It’s an incredible feeling of freedom.”

“You can’t imagine how different this is to me,” Sarah said, then laughed. “But I like it. It’s just going to take some getting used to.”

The conversation stopped when they started eating, other than sighs of delight and contentment as they ate the delicious food, washing it down with the bottle of Perrier-Jouët ‘Flower Bottle’ champagne that Ella had chosen.

“I can’t eat another bite,” Sarah finally said, sitting back after finishing the key lime pie that Ella had produced for dessert. “What a delicious meal.”

“Ella’s the best,” Penny said. “I dream about her food when I’m not here.”

“Why don’t we have coffee by the pool, Ella?” Helen suggested when she appeared to clear the table.

“About 10 minutes,” Ella said.

“That will be perfect,” Helen said. “And thank you for yet another delicious meal,” she added, Penny and Sarah adding their thanks as well.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Sarah said as they made their way to the pool. “Excuse me for a minute.”

When Sarah returned from the bathroom, she stopped, her mouth dropping open when she saw Helen lying back on one of the chaise lounges, her knees held to her chest as Penny knelt in front of her eating her pussy.

“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered, flushing. “I-I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting,” Penny said as she sat up licking her lips, her mouth and chin glistening with her mother’s juices.

“As you can see, we don’t have a very traditional attitude towards sex,” Helen said, lowering her feet onto the chaise lounge’s mattress, though not closing her legs, her spread pussy fully on display. “That’s why your story wasn’t as upsetting to hear as it would have been for most people. I hope that you’re not offended.”

“No, but…mother and daughter, that…that’s…” Sarah stammered.

“Wonderful, to borrow your word,” Penny filled in, smiling. “We have a closeness that can’t be described. It wasn’t always like this. Mom used to get upset with me about how I dressed, then we happened to discover a common ground. Now, I can’t even begin to describe how much love I have for her.”

“It goes both ways,” Helen said, smiling.

“You have a visitor,” Ella suddenly announced in a disapproving voice as she appeared at the pool, followed by a towering Charlie Sweeney.

“Charlie!” Penny cried out, jumping to her feet and running over to him and throwing her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him. “What brings you here?” she asked, taking him by the hand and leading him over to her mother and Sarah.

“I heard that your jet had arrived and thought that I’d come say hello,” Charlie replied, his smile broadening as he took in Helen and Sarah. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting anything,” Penny insisted. “In fact, your timing couldn’t be better. We just finished dinner. Will you join us for drinks? You can make some of those delicious rum drinks that you made last time.”

“And who am I making these drinks for?” Charlie asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Penny said. “Charlie, this is Helen and Sarah.”

“A pleasure,” Charlie said, gently shaking Helen’s hand when she offered it, his eyes taking in her naked body, smiling appreciatively when he looked at her pussy, Helen not making any effort to close her wide-spread legs. “So similar. Not her sister, I think.”

“Helen’s my mother,” Penny said, laughing. “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She is indeed,” Charlie agreed, his smile widening. “Now I see where you get it.”

“Sarah’s a family friend,” Penny said as he shook her hand, Sarah’s face flushed and her large pale nipples hard on her full breasts.

“You’ll be wanting this, I suppose,” Ella said, appearing with a serving tray containing a bucket of ice, four glasses, several bottles of Schweppes tonic water, a bowl of cut limes, and a bottle of Appleton Estates 12-year-old rum.

“You’re the best, Ella,” Charlie said with a laugh, relieving her of the tray.

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” Ella said, shaking her head as she left.

“Amy and I met Charlie last weekend,” Penny explained as he busied himself pouring drinks. “We could barely walk the next day.”

“I wondered how you were,” Charlie said, smiling. “You can’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

“You must have forgotten to mention it, Penny,” Helen said, smiling.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Penny said, laughing.

“Ladies,” Charlie said, handing them each a drink. “To the beauty of naked women,” he said, lifting his glass in a toast.

“Maybe you should join us,” Penny suggested. “It’s not fair that we’re the only ones with no clothes.”

“Yes, please do,” Helen agreed, Sarah’s mouth dropping open and her eyes wide as Charlie stripped. “Oh, my!” Helen said, staring at his huge cock, then looking up at him, a big smile on her face. “That’s very impressive,” she said.

“I’m glad that you think so,” Charlie said, sitting down next to Sarah on the chaise lounge facing Helen and Penny.

“Charlie has his own boat, takes tourist out deep sea fishing,” Penny explained.

“Your father would enjoy that,” Helen said, unable to resist reaching out and wrapping her hand around the shaft of Charlie’s huge cock dangling in front of him, her fingers not even coming close to meeting. “I’d like to enjoy this.”

“Forthrightness seems to run in the family, I see,” Charlie said as Helen slowly jacked his cock, which rapidly hardened until all ten thick inches were standing out in front of him.

“You can stay and entertain us for a while?” Penny asked, smiling at her mother.

“For as long as you like,” Charlie replied, tossing down his drink and smiling broadly.

“You’ve finished your drink,” Helen said. “Perhaps you’d like another?” she asked, leaning back on her elbows and bringing her feet up onto the edge of the chaise lounge wide apart, the long inner lips of her pussy petaling apart beneath her huge clit.

“I’d love one,” Charlie replied, slipping from his seat to kneel in front of Helen, leaning over to drag his tongue up through her spread pussy as Sarah stared in open-mouthed shock. “Delicious,” Charlie said, looking up and smiling. “Tastes familiar,” he added, turning to smile at Penny.

“I’m next,” Penny said, leaning back on her elbows and bringing her feet up onto the edge of the chaise lounge as Charlie leaned back down and began to slurp on Helen’s pussy.

“Mmm, you’re good at that,” Helen said as he continued to eat her.

“Does it feel as good as it tastes?” Charlie asked after several minutes, looking up at her.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Helen replied, smiling, licking her lips as Charlie moved forward and began dragging the head of his huge cock up and down in Helen’s spread pussy, then sank it into her. “Oh, god, yes,” Helen moaned as Charlie’s cock disappeared into her pussy.

“Jesus, what a pussy,” Charlie gasped as he began to fuck her, Helen squeezing his huge cock with her pussy.

“Oh!” Helen gasped when he reached down and began rubbing her huge clit as he slid his cock in and out of her, her whole body writhing as she came, her pussy spasming on his cock. “Aren’t you going to cum?” she asked, panting for breath almost 10 minutes later.

“If you’d like,” Charlie replied. “Where would you like it?” he asked.

“Not…not in me,” Helen gasped. “Let me suck you.”

“Must run in the family,” Charlie said with a laugh as he pulled his glistening black cock from her pussy and watched as she sat up and leaned over to take it into her mouth, groaning as he let himself go and began blasting cum into her eagerly sucking mouth.

“My god, that…that’s amazing,” Helen gasped when she finally sat up, using a finger to scrap some escaped cum from her chin into her mouth as she continued swallowing. “So much cum.”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself,” Charlie said, grinning as he moved over in front of Penny, then leaned down to begin eating her glistening pussy.

“He’s the best,” Penny sighed as he ate her, smiling at her mother. “Try not to kill me this time,” she cautioned when he finally rose up and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her spread pussy.

“Don’t be a hero and tell me when it’s starting to be too much then,” Charlie said as he worked his cock into her, finding it not nearly as easy as it had been with Helen.

“Oh, god!” Penny gasped as she began to cum, her eyes rolling in her head as he steadily fucked her, reaching down to rub her huge clit, her pussy spasming non-stop on his huge black cock. “Okay, enough, enough,” she finally gasped, moaning when he pulled his glistening cock from her now-gaping pussy. “Let me suck you.”

Helen watched with a smile on her face as Penny sucked on Charlie’s huge cock, her nostrils flaring when he let go and started to cum, swallowing as fast as she could as he filled her mouth over and over again with hot thick cum before finally sitting back and smiling as Penny gasped for breath, still swallowing.

“God, Charlie, I just love the way you cum so much,” Penny gasped, laughing as she licked her lips.

“And how about you?” Charlie asked, turning to Sarah, who stared at him wild-eyed.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Sarah said, staring at his huge cock. “I-I’ve never had one that big before.”

“I hear that a lot,” Charlie said, laughing as he lifted her feet up onto the edge of the chaise lounge, Penny getting her first look at Sarah’s spread pussy as she leaned back, her fat outer lips peeling apart to reveal delicate pink inner lips beneath a fat bulging clit. “I’ll get you nice and warmed up, then take it nice and slow so that you enjoy it,” he said, leaning over and dragging his tongue up through her spread pussy, then beginning to eat her in earnest.

Sarah’s mouth was hanging open as Charlie ate her pussy, staring down in disbelief.

“Tasty,” Charlie finally said when he lifted his face from her pussy, licking his lips. “You want this or should I stop?” he asked, rubbing the head of his huge black cock up and down in her spread pussy.

“I’m afraid that it’s too big,” Sarah said, moaning when he pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy. “Slowly, just do it slowly.”

It took Charlie a couple of minutes to work his cock into her pussy, Sarah moaning and gasping the whole time.

“You are so big,” she gasped, feeling the entire length of him throbbing in her pussy.

“And you’re nice and tight,” Charlie said, slowly beginning to fuck her, her delicate inner lips clinging to the shaft of his huge black cock each time he pulled back, her pussy distending as it gripped him tightly. “If it starts to be too much, say something,” he warned as he slowly fucked her, picking up the pace when he felt her pussy adjusting and getting wetter and wetter, until he was vigorously fucking her.

“Enough, enough,” Sarah finally gasped, collapsing back onto the chaise lounge, her pussy gaping open lewdly when he slid his cock from her. “Oh, my god!” she gasped when Penny knelt in front of her and bent over to eat her ravaged pussy, slurping on her spicy juices, quickly realizing that her fat bulging clit was extremely sensitive, easily making her cum when she’d suck on it and tease it with the tip of her tongue.

“Mmm, you taste good, Sarah,” Penny said when she finally lifted her face from her pussy, licking her lips, a big smile on her face.

“I-I never expected anything like this,” Sarah gasped.

“Neither did I, but I’m not sorry,” Penny said. “Are you?” she asked.

“No,” Sarah replied, flushing slightly.

“Why don’t we take this to a bed?” Helen suggested, getting to her feet. “It will be a lot more comfortable.”

They all went to the master suite and Helen wasted no time in climbing on top of Charlie and sliding her pussy down onto his huge black cock and beginning to fuck him. Sarah surprised Penny by kneeling down between her legs and eating her pussy. When Helen took a break, out of breath, Penny mounted him, fucking him for only a couple of minutes before deciding that it wouldn’t be worth it and dismounting him. Sarah fared no better when she also tried, only lasting a couple of minutes before Helen took her place. When she tired, she rolled over onto her back, taking Charlie with her, his cock never leaving her pussy, and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist as he fucked her. Penny was stunned when Helen implored Charlie to fuck her in the ass, rolling onto her stomach and reaching back to spread her ass cheeks apart for him. He fucked her ass for at least half an hour before Helen cried uncle, then staggered to the shower with him.

“It’s been a long time since any one man was able to please me like this,” Helen said upon returning from the shower and pulling Charlie down on top of her again, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist as he sank his cock into her. “My husband does it, but you’re even bigger than him, and size matters, no matter what anyone says.”

“Tell me something that I don’t know,” Charlie laughed as he fucked her.

Penny and Sarah shared an intermittent 69, eating each other to many orgasms, then stopping to watch Charlie and Helen fucking, Charlie like a machine, tireless, and Helen giving as good as she was getting. When she finally decided that she had had enough, she sucked on him, imploring him to cum and gulping down the huge mouthful of cum that she siphoned from his cock.

“I have to say that I didn’t expect such a delightful evening when I came by to say hello,” Charlie said. “This is about as good as it gets.”

“Maybe you’d like to join us for dinner tomorrow night and we can do it again,” Helen suggested, smiling. “If you’re up to it, that is.”

“Up to it is never the issue,” Charlie laughed. “But I sure like your spirit. It would be my pleasure.”

“We’re going to have lunch at Nell’s tomorrow,” Penny said. “Would you like to join us?”

“I have a morning charter, then one in the afternoon,” Charlie replied. “If you can make it 1:00, I could meet you in between.”

“Great!” Penny said. “We’ll see you there.”

“What a man,” Helen sighed after Charlie left. “What a cock!”

“I knew that you’d love him,” Penny said, hugging her. “I can’t believe that you could just keep fucking him like that. Aren’t you sore?”

“No,” Helen replied, laughing. “My pussy and ass are still tingling.”

“I think that I’ll go to bed,” Sarah said. “I don’t even know what to say. What an amazing experience.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Penny asked.

“Very much,” Sarah replied. “I actually forgot about my troubles for a while.”

“Then it’s all good,” Penny said. “And you have tomorrow night to look forward to.”

“You’re a very unusual family,” Sarah said.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Penny said.

Penny and Helen ate each other to exhaustion, then fell asleep in each other’s arms, waking in the morning to eat each other once again before getting up and showering, then heading to the kitchen for breakfast, Sarah arriving just after them, naked, Penny was pleased to see. They enjoyed one of Ella’s incredible breakfasts, then went for a swim in the ocean before crawling onto chaise lounges under the umbrellas around the pool, napping and then taking a swim until it was time to go into town to have lunch at Nell’s.

Helen laughingly agreed to wear the top of Amy’s bathing suit, the tiny pieces of material just barely covering her large ruby nipples, and a pair of shorts, Penny wearing her own, while Sarah wore shorts that came down to just above her knees and a T-shirt, blushingly removing her bra when Penny remonstrated with her, telling her that she had nice breasts and shouldn’t be hiding them so much, that the bra looked terrible beneath the T-shirt. Penny drove them into town and found parking near the straw market, handing her mother one of the large straw hats and giving the other to Sarah, stopping and buying one for herself at the first opportunity as they slowly wandered through the market, making their way to Nell’s food stand. They got there just a few minutes before 1:00 and found that Charlie was already there.

“You may not be wearing much, but it’s still too much for my taste,” he said with a grin.

“You two stay here and hold the table and I’ll go order,” Penny said.

“I’ll come with you,” Charlie said.

“Hi, Nell,” Penny said, a big smile on her face.

“Penny! How are you?” Nell asked. “I can see that you’re making Charlie’s mouth water just looking at you.”

“That’s because he’s hungry, Nell,” Penny laughed. “We need everything for four.”

“You could come by the house for dinner and get a real home-cooked meal, you know,” Nell said, looking at Charlie. “The boys would like it and so would I.”

“Nell, do you really want people talking again?” Charlie asked.

“The hell with them,” Nell scoffed. “Billy’s been dead 8 years now. You’ve been more a father to the boys than he ever was, bought them that boat, taught them to be men. Besides, I’m not getting any younger.”

“Nell, you know how I feel about you,” Charlie said. “And you know how I am.”

“We can talk about it at dinner tonight,” Nell said. “Don’t be late.”

“He’ll be there,” Penny said.

“I’ll make some food up for you fresh right now,” Nell said, smiling at Penny.

“Now, why did you go and do that?” Charlie said, dropping onto a stool back at the table.

“I didn’t know that you had a history with Nell,” Penny said.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids,” Charlie said. “When Billy died, we sort of…but it was confusing for the boys, their dad just dead, and people started talking, so…I like and respect her too much to be the cause of any trash talking about her.”

“Well, it seems to me that she wasn’t too worried about anything but how she felt, and maybe you,” Penny said. “If you don’t go, you’ll be insulting her. That wasn’t a casual invitation.”

“I thought that we had plans for tonight,” Charlie said.

“We’ll survive…somehow,” Penny said, laughing.

By the time that they returned Sunday afternoon, Sarah was a different person, more relaxed, less shy, to the point that she began initiating the fun with both Penny and Helen, the three of them spending the night together Saturday night, absent Charlie. Penny had no doubts that her remaining stay at her parents’ house would be far more enjoyable for all concerned.

Tuesday afternoon at work, Penny had just been informed that they were going to New Orleans the following morning when her phone rang and she saw that it was Selena.

“I know that you’re working, but I wanted to know if you were free this evening,” Selena inquired. “I have something that I’d like to share with you that I believe that you’d enjoy.”

“It sounds very intriguing, but I have to catch a flight for work in the morning,” Penny said.

“I’ll only need you for say, an hour,” Selena said.

“How can I possibly refuse, then,” Penny laughed.

“Would 8:00 be okay?” Selena asked.

“I’ll see you then,” Penny promised.

When Penny arrived at Selena’s promptly at 8:00 after a quick dinner by herself at Renato’s, the liveried servant who answered the door led her through the house to Selena’s bedroom where she found her astride a hugely muscled man whose skin was the color of ebony, her large breasts with their big dark nipples hard and swaying on her chest as she rose up and down on the thick ebony shaft that Penny could see disappearing up into her each time she plunged down on it.

“Your tattoo made me think that you’d appreciate this,” Selena said, smiling as Penny approached the bed, leaning back onto her hands so that she could clearly see his cock between her dark-tinged inner lips beneath her fat bulging clit.

“You’re terrible!” Penny said, laughing, then pulling her T-shirt off, followed by her short skirt sliding to the floor before crawling up onto the bed and immediately leaning over to lick the shaft of the ebony cock that was sticking out of Selena’s pussy, up to her clit which she sucked on, immediately rewarded with a moan and the taste of her musky juices leaking out from around the cock.

“This is Django,” Selena said when Penny pulled his cock from her pussy when he said that he was going to cum and took it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and her throat bobbing as she sucked him off and gulped down his cum. “Remember how I told you that I had a thing for redheaded women?” Selena asked as Penny rolled onto her back, Django pushing her legs up over her until her long straight toes touched the mattress behind her head. “It’s so beautiful, the contrast in colors,” she said as Django leaned down and his long pink tongue extruding from between his ebony lips and disappearing into Penny’s pussy.

“Oh, Selena, this is so nice,” Penny gasped as Django ate her, orgasms sweeping through her body.

Penny watched with bated breath when Django sat up and knelt in front of her, Selena reaching out for his cock and leaning over to suck on it, getting it nice and wet, then placing the head of it at the entrance to her pussy. Penny watched as inch by inch it disappeared into her, Selena having to relinquish her grip on it at the last minute, and then Django began to fuck her, long slow strokes, her pussy feeling every inch of him.

When he was ready to cum, Penny watched as Selena leaned over, pulling his cock from her pussy and laying it on her outstretched tongue, streams of cum shooting from it onto her tongue and into her mouth before she finally sealed her lips around it and swallowed, then siphoned him until she had sucked him dry.

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“It’s a shame you can’t stay the night,” Selena said as Penny unwound her body and lay panting for breath, leaning over and kissing her.

“I know,” Penny said as Selena kissed her way down her body, stopping to suck and chew on each of her large ruby nipples before finally wrapping her lips around her huge clit and sucking on it, her body writhing as orgasms swept through it, pulling Selena’s pussy down onto her own mouth when she swung a leg over her.

“Oh, you are really such a delight,” Selena said when they finally fell apart, gasping for breath. “If you’re open to this kind of spontaneous fun, we’ll do this often.”

“I’d love to,” Penny said, smiling. “But I need to go now.”

“I know,” Selena said, beckoning Django up between her legs, lifting them to wrap around his waist as his cock found her pussy and sank into her. “I just wanted you to have a taste.”

Penny could only smile as she watched Django fucking Selena as she dressed, not saying anything as she left, but the picture of his big ebony cock sliding in and out of her remained in her head the whole way home.