“Well, of course it does, Drummond,” she said between bites of her sandwich, “that is a marvelous position to take! There would be much less threat of STDs if more people, men and women, took that approach. But there is one thing…and I hope I won’t embarrass you…How come so many girlfriends? I mean….well….?”
I looked her in her gorgeous brown eyes and said, “Well…yes…that is a VERY GOOD question. Again I’m going to rely on your discretion and confidentiality…and I’m going to be very honest with you…The long and short of it is, I adore women. I love beautiful, smart, honest, women…of course their looks are a factor but not the deciding one. And…honestly I don’t know why…just by being friendly…no really being a friend…some women are just attracted to me…and I to them. I absolutely can’t brag about any of this…it just happens. I don’t know exactly how else to explain it.”
Desi smiled and said, “Oh, I think I have an idea why Drummond, but it will take me some time to test my hypothesis, to put it in a scientific way. Just how many of these women to you have on ‘the string’….is that a way to put it?”
“Oh, Desi, I don’t know that I’d call it ‘on the string’ really,” I answered, “it is more that we just like each other and we spend time together and…well…. yes…we have….uh…sex together. It makes them happy, it makes me happy…so….everybody is…well…happy! And I don’t make any secrets of it to any of them. They all know that I have sex with other women and they are perfectly O.K., with it, each for their own reasons. And…yes…if any of them were to have sex with another man…that’s O.K. with me, too. But we also agree to let each other know if we have sex outside of our relationship without using protection, so that we can make sure we’re safe by getting tested. It’s real simple. If that doesn’t happen then the sex part goes away. Does that make sense to you, Desi?”
“It makes absolute sense to me, Drummond,” Desi said as she finished her sandwich, “and I admire you for it. You have been very helpful to me…very. And I thank you for this nice lunch and the time we’ve had to talk. I will see you soon…I expect…and I don’t mean to joke. You are a really nice man.”
“Thank you for taking your time to talk to me and for being so understanding, Desi,” I said gently shaking her hand, “and, yes, I shall see you again at the lab, unless you pass your boards and Ms. Desi, RN, finds herself in a quality medical job. I so admire you, too, for your determination. Good bye, for now.”
She went to her car, and I to mine. She headed back to work and I headed over to Karen’s.
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I cruised up the long driveway to Karen’s house. Yes, it was palatial! It had the feel of one of the old English manor houses but with modern touches. Instead of being one solid, rectilinear block of rooms with regular windows across the front for three floors, it had terraces and balconies. It did not look like a hodgepodge, it looked more like something of a modern conception of an English mansion while still retaining a general feel of a British aristocrats country home. Kurt and Karen could easily afford this place as well as several others they owned around the USA and around the world.
As large as the place was, Karen only lived in a few rooms, the rest being closed off and used only when there were guests there. The servant staff–that sounds stuffy, doesn’t it–the housekeeping staff was limited while it was just Karen in residence. A housekeeper, a cook, a gardener/mechanic, were the total number Karen needed–although she insisted that she didn’t even need them for most of the time.
It was a sunny, warm day and Karen was out by the pool in the fresh air. She mostly stayed out of the sun; with her fair complexion, she could sunburn in just a few minutes. She was sitting on a chaise chaise longue under an umbrella scanning her tablet for the news. Karen had on a modest two piece bathing suit. It was bone dry; she hadn’t been swimming.
I snuck up behind her, leaned over the back of the chaise and gave her a kiss on the shoulder. She wasn’t startled but squirmed a bit and the unexpected show of affection.
“It’s the pool man, Madam, and I’m here to service your pipes!” I said in faked an English accent.
“Well, in that case,” she picked up on the joke, “you will need to inspect them first. Did you bring your 10 inch probe with you today? I think my ‘pipes’ are in need of it!”
“Yes, madam, right away,” I joshed back, “do you think we should start upstairs in the master bath…baahth, that is?”
“C’mon, Drummond! Get your ass upstairs with me NOW! I’ve been waiting all week for this!” she said as she hoisted herself off the chaise and scampered toward the house.
“Your wish is my command, Madam!” I said as I hurried after her.
The servants, excuse me, housekeeping staff turned a blind eye and a deaf ear to my visits with Karen. The NDA’s (Non-Disclosure Agreements) reinforced their strict confidentiality as to what went on in Kurt and Karen’s household. But half the time, Karen would come to my place to have sex. She said she felt more relaxed and comfortable in that environment than in her own house.
Karen had far less to take off that I did…a two piece bathing suit and, “voila” naked. I, on the other hand had a full complement of garments. I was slipping out of my shoes and unbuttoning my shirt when Karen’s impatience showed itself. She pushed me back on the bed, in did my belt, unzipped my and dragged them off my body, underwear and all. I was still fussing with my shirt when she literally tore it off m body, buttons flying everywhere.
” Don’t worry about that,” she cried as she jumped on my now body, “I’ll buy you a new one hell, I’ll buy you a dozen! I’m horny…let’s FUCK!”
And fuck we did! The sight of her naked body caused my cock to spring to life, from 7″ to 10″ in 10 seconds…not a record…but close. I could tell Karen was in fact and indeed very horny as my cock slid so easily into her slippery “lady parts”. As I lay on my back, Karen on top, I let her do all the work. I understood that she knew what she needed so I decided to let her have it her way. I could feel my cock “bottom out” inside her vagina as she thrust her body down and against me. She pulled away until my cock was almost entirely out of her and then she thrust again. Each time this, she sighed but the more she did it, the faster and more vigorous were her thrusts and the louder were her sighs. She became almost violent working my cock in and out of her vagina…faster…harder…deeper…faster…harder. Her sighs turned into moans and then into a guttural grunting.
Her red hair was swirling around in rhythm with her body’s motions. Her head was down, her eyes were closed. Her arms were supporting her body with her hands on my shoulders; her grip was intense, almost painful to me. It was a one–woman wrestling match…and she increased her efforts as if she thought she was going to lose. I didn’t think it was possible for her to go any faster or harder…but she did. She was in an absolute frenzy. She was going to cum or else.