Chapter Twelve #3
Edward’s new home was a country estate. Callie couldn’t believe the size of not just the house but the property.
There was security at the gate who invited them in, and they drove up a driveway that was almost a quarter of a mile long.
At the end of it stood a large white house three stories high.
Stairs led to a large patio in front of the main door, which was two large wooden doors that opened into the foyer.
The first thing Callie noticed was the beautiful white marble staircase that led to the upper floor.
But as they moved into the house, there seemed to be endless rooms, all with giant windows overlooking the gardens.
She could see a pool and tennis courts at the back of the house, and another building set slightly back from the main house.
It was early evening, and the guests were enjoying drinks and food both inside and out.
Maybe it was because they were all still sober, but so far, everything seemed like a typical Edward party.
They were approached by several other couples, who engaged them in casual conversation.
But as the evening progressed, people began engaging in the evening's intended activities.
Ryan and Callie had stayed on the patio, and even though it was a cooler evening, people were in the pool, naked and having sex.
Others were under blankets on various patio furniture, and they noticed that a few of the couples who had approached them had started to play with each other, trading partners.
“A little bolder than my other parties,” Edward said as he joined them.
Callie was shocked to see who his guest was. Annie was clinging to his arm. Callie frowned at Annie. She had promised Callie she would not return to the Night Service after leaving rehab, but it seemed she had already broken that promise.
“Annie?” Callie asked. “What are you doing here?”
“Edward and I are together,” she said with a grin.
“Obviously,” Callie replied. “But I thought you were going to quit the Service?”
“I did,” Annie replied.
Callie was confused for a moment, then realized what Annie had said. She and Edward were together. They were, in some bizarre way, in a relationship outside the Service appointments.
“She won’t be going back,” Edward assured her. “She’ll live with me.”
Callie was about to protest, but Ryan’s hand on her arm stopped her.
“We’re happy for you,” Ryan said before Callie could speak.
Annie clutched Edward’s arm and laughed. She was no longer playing a role; he really was her sugar daddy. Callie frowned but decided to keep her objections to herself.
Edward confirmed that he had a room set aside just for them and that they were invited to stay the night. He said they should ask any staff member which room was theirs, and they would be taken there. He noticed Ryan watching the interactions in the pool and grinned.
“Clothing is optional for the rest of the night,” Edward commented. “Which makes pool use much simpler.”
“That might be an idea,” Ryan said, winking at Callie.
“The staff can provide you with towels and robes,” Edward advised.
Annie tugged at Edward’s arm, asking for another drink. Edward excused himself, promising to find them again soon, and let Annie lead him to the bar. Callie shook her head at Ryan.
“It might be the best thing for both of them,” Ryan said. “At least they know exactly where the other is coming from.”
“I suppose,” Callie said, watching her friend across the patio.
“Hey,” Ryan said, drawing her attention back to him. “Your focus is not where it should be.”
“And where should it be?” she asked with a slight smirk.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled her close and kissed her.
She grinned at him. He was already excited just watching what was happening around them.
He took her hand and led her toward the pool, handing her a towel.
He started to undress, and she understood.
He wanted to go into the pool. It seemed strange to get undressed in front of everyone, wrap a towel around herself, walk a few feet to the pool, and enter it naked.
But that’s what she did. It would have felt even stranger to walk to the pool naked, though she wouldn’t have been the only one.
The water was warm, a nice contrast to the cool autumn air.
Ryan slipped his hand into hers and led her deeper into the pool, then leaned against the wall in a spot that was just slightly too deep for her.
He pulled her close, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he supported her.
She could feel his member pressing against her.
It felt different being naked in the water.
Maybe it was because they were already aroused, but they felt extra sensitive to the warm water's touch.
They watched the people around them for a moment.
A few were just enjoying the water, but most were engaged with each other in physical contact.
Watching others' pleasures was turning them on more.
As they took in the scene, Ryan slipped into her, and she slowly started to ride him.
The water made movements harder, and she tightened her legs around him as she moved.
There was no urgency in their movements.
They were just enjoying the contact as they took in what was happening around them.
After a while, Ryan suggested they move inside.
They decided to stay undressed and only wear the robes, as most people were, while others walked around naked.
Inside, they found the main living room full of couples, some interacting with each other.
It had been on Callie’s prohibited list; no swinging.
She was fine with watching and being watched, but she made it clear she didn’t feel comfortable with another man touching her.
Ryan agreed, so he suggested they visit their room.
Remembering the rules, they left the door open a crack.
Inside the room, there was a large king bed in the center, perfectly positioned to be seen from the doorway.
Ryan pulled the robe off Callie and held her close, kissing her again.
But now he was feeling more desperate. The extra drinks and the scene they had just walked through had increased his arousal.
He turned her around and gently positioned her bent forward on the bed.
She let out a small yell of pleasure with his first contact, which attracted attention from the hall, and a couple stopped in their doorway to watch.
With the audience, Ryan’s movements quickened and became more eager.
As the couple watched, they started to pleasure each other.
The man had turned his partner around against the wall and had also entered her from behind.
Both Callie and Ryan could watch them from across the room, and as the couple got close to climax, so did they.
It was almost a competition to see who could continue the longest, but neither lasted much longer.
As the yells from their orgasms filled the room, they looked at each other with approving smiles.
Callie lay on the bed exhausted, and the woman from the couple asked permission to approach her.
“You are gorgeous,” the lady said as she leaned in and kissed Callie, gently stroking Callie’s breast. “Feel free to find me later.”
Then they left. Callie looked at Ryan, shocked, but he was grinning at her. She had made it clear she didn’t want another man touching her, but she never thought the women would be so bold. Ryan gave her a questioning look, waiting for her to respond.
“I didn’t consider that scenario,” Callie admitted, blushing.
“And would you?” Ryan asked, lying beside her and pulling her close. “Would you consider being with a woman?”
“Maybe?” Callie admitted. It might have been the alcohol talking, but the thought that she could be attractive to another woman felt like an enormous compliment.
“Oh god,” Ryan replied. “Say that again, and I may come just from the idea of it.”
Callie laughed and slapped him across the chest.
“Don’t hold your breath,” she laughed.
After resting and showering, they returned to the main floor.
The same activities were underway, but with much less clothing.
Ryan offered Callie another drink, which she accepted and downed quickly.
She was surprised to be enjoying herself so much, and she felt safe and comfortable; she just didn’t feel brave.
She saw several couples swinging, but it was the women together that drew her attention most. The woman’s proposal kept running through her mind, sparking her curiosity.
Her words boosted her ego, yet she couldn't help but feel mesmerized watching the women together—an experience that was both erotic and elegant.
She tried to dismiss the idea, firmly believing that no swinging was her rule for the evening.
Callie caught sight of Edward with Annie.
More accurately, she saw Edward and the back of Annie’s head between his legs.
He was lying back on a sofa with his eyes closed.
But almost as if he sensed someone watching, he opened his eyes and looked at Callie.
She blushed, embarrassed at being caught watching him, then lowered her gaze.
When she looked back, he was still staring at her, now climaxing.
He closed his eyes again, breathing hard.
“It seems I’m not the only one who finds you stunning,” a voice said from behind Callie. Callie turned to see that the couple from earlier had approached them.
“I was wondering if you would like to play together,” the lady said to Callie.
“I’m sorry, we aren’t swingers,” Callie replied quickly.
“Who said anything about swinging?” the woman replied with a smile. “I think you're beautiful, and if our men behave, maybe we'll let them watch.”
Callie blushed. She glanced at Ryan, who tried not to react. He wanted Callie to decide.