She waved them out again into the foyer. As they entered, Amanda threw her hands up and squealed in delight. “Beth! Andy!” She rushed forward toward and threw her arms around the couple in their who’d just entered. Kisses and hugs were exchanged. “I’m giving the Lamberts the tour — it’s their first time here! Ryan, Jennifer, meet our dear friends Beth and Andy!”
Ryan stepped forward to cross the room and introduce himself, but Amanda was already moving up one of the two staircases. “Moving on!”
Jennifer waved at Beth and Andy as she and Ryan followed Amanda.
Upstairs, a small seating area with a chaise lounge and a recliner was occupied by two women performing enthusiastic fellatio on an equally enthusiastic man, who nodded and waved at them before closing his eyes again and moaning.
Amanda watched for a moment, a smile on her face. “Just remember, Lamberts, it’s all about pleasure,” she said. “If it’s pleasure you want, then it’s pleasure you deserve!”
She waved them down the hall. “You are free to use any room in the house except for the last door down on the left. Off limits.” She leaned in toward Jennifer in an aside. “I assure you, it’s not as enticing as that may sound. It’s a sewing room. And a mess.”
Jennifer laughed and they moved down the hall.
“If you want privacy, choose a room and close the door. Shut doors should always be knocked on. Don’t go in if not invited, etcetera.” She stopped in front of a door only open a crack. “On the other side of the spectrum, of course, are our friends Terry and Penelope, who we passed on the way up with their new friend…” She put her hand to her forehead, scrunching her brow. “Rebecca! That’s it. Well, what you do in public is ripe for voyeurs.”
She smiled. “You belong to the Shepards, don’t you?”
“What?” Jennifer blinked at that. “No, we—”
“I just mean they asked us to extend you the invitation, right?”
“Yes,” said Ryan, seeing Jennifer’s confusion.
“They’re wonderful people,” said Amanda. “It’s been far too long since we’ve had a chance to play with them.” She pointed to the door, open a crack. “The Fullertons we’ve known about as long. Also lovely! And if you’re open for visitors but not gawkers, a cracked door is an invitation.” She slid past them, heading the opposite way down the hall. “We’ll take the back stairs down to the bar. Come, come!”
Ryan watched her go, and Jennifer turned and followed, beginning to shake off the fluster. He leaned toward the door, peaking through the crack. Dim light barely illuminated the room, but he could see Paige’s hair, and then noticed Bruce. The couple with them might have been their age or older, but Ryan couldn’t quite resolve what was happening.
The foursome on the bed undulated together, breathing heavily. Then, like a Magic Eye picture, the tryst snapped into focus. Bruce lay on his back on the bed, and the other three, the two women and other man, all were servicing him.
“Huh,” said Ryan, turning away from the room.
They’d never talked about it, but he wondered if that meant Bruce was bisexual. Or if he just was okay with receiving that way. He wondered if Bruce had ever looked at him sexually, if—
He crashed into a thin blond poking at a touch screen display on the wall. Ryan stepped back quickly, holding up his hands. “I’m so sorry!” he said.
“No harm done!” The young woman grinned at him. “Hiya!” She couldn’t have been thirty, likely closer to twenty-five. She wore only a black bra and panties with red polka dots on them.
“Hi,” he said back, suddenly quite aware that he’d been leering at her body. He tried to stop.
“I’m trying to find some new music on this thing. Everything they’ve got is so…” she made a face. “What’s the point in having cutting edge technology to control all the music in your house if you’ve got nothing past 2000? Am I right?”
He nodded. “Any luck?”
“I may have to Bluetooth my phone into it.”
Impressed, Ryan peered at the device. “It does that?”
She shrugged. “I’m Annabelle.”
“Ryan.” He offered his hand.
She laughed and planted a kiss on his cheek, then squeezed him in a hug. “You smell good, Ryan.” Above them came the voice of Neil Diamond, loudly asking Cracklin’ Rosie to get on board. They both looked at the speakers inset in the ceiling above them.
“Thank you, you—”
“Well, it’s not new, but it’s awesome!” said Annabelle with a grin.
My god, her teeth are perfect, thought Ryan.
“Want some E?”
“What?” he asked.
Annabelle waved off the question. “Want to sit with me?” She pointed toward the chaise lounge, now empty of the fellating trio.
Scenarios flew through Ryan’s mind, conflicting with the rational brain that wondered if he should catch up on the tour. If he didn’t rush off to rejoin the tour, he resolved that he wouldn’t do anything without Jennifer, that if this… basically teenager wanted to have sex with him for some reason, he’d drag her down to the bar with him.
“We’re new at this. At the lifestyle,” she said when they sat very close together on the chaise.
“We are too. Where’s your,” he glanced at her fingers, “boyfriend?”
“Doug’s playing cornhole in the game room.”
She must have noticed the surprised look on Ryan’s face.
“You know,” she laughed. “Bean bags. What did you— Oh! No. He’s straight. Well, bi.” She waved her hands as though she were conjuring a modifier. “Situational?” That satisfied her, and she nodded. “Are you into that?”
“Am I into—”
“What do you do, Ryan?”
Ryan took a deep breath, finding it difficult to keep up with this conversation. “I work for an investment firm.”
“I’m a dental hygienist.” She grinned, wider than before, to display those two rows of perfect teeth.
“Good for you!” He said with a smile. “So, since you’re new, have you figured out what you like?”
“Well, it’s all fun, isn’t it?”
Ryan grinned as well. “Yeah, it really is.” Maybe they really could do this. This place felt comfortable, if a bit intimidating. Everybody was really friendly. They didn’t need Bruce and Paige, who were clearly occupied with other people.
“But if I had to pick, I think I like fisting best. DVP and DAP are close seconds.” She made a roar of excitement. “I love feeling full.”
She’d lost him now. “DA—”
“Double anal penetration.”
Ryan knew the words, but the idea didn’t gel. “Double.”
“Airtight is great too!”
He just let his mouth hang open.
“You know, all holes plugged.” Annabelle leaned forward and ran her finger in a circle around his chest. “I’ve been looking at your hands,” she said. “Do you want to put one inside me?”
Yep, this crossed the boundary. At least the implied boundary. He hadn’t even finished the tour yet! He heard the oooooo-eeeeee-oooooo-eeeee of a British siren in his mind. He wondered why it was British.
Ryan leapt to his feet. Annabelle grinned at the bulge in his pants. Damned pill! he thought.
She reached out and unzipped his fly. He quickly zipped it back up.
“You don’t have to fist me if you don’t want to. I’ll still blow you.”
Ryan squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. His blood coursed, rushing through him. He could hear it in his ears. “I need to find… um…”