9 - Housing Swap #3
Throughout the drafting process and the days that followed, I still was unable to think of anything “cool” and “unique” to add to the house. Hannah had come up with several suggestions, from a game room to a waterfall standing shower and everything in-between, but nothing really suited us.
Every now and then, she came back to the same joke.
“Are you sure we can’t add a sex room somewhere?” she asked for the third time that week. “I think that would be the perfect episode, don’t you? The viewers would totally dig something like that!”
“The viewers might like it,” Brandon said, shrugging.
“But the producers? Not so much. We have to pass a rating check for each episode, and trust me, that would never fly with the bigwigs. Maybe if we made it a special, online-only episode that was exclusive to the R-rated newsletter … Now that might be a thing …”
The fact that he was considering it caused chills to run up and down my spine.
If this actually did happen, and it was broadcast everywhere, even if only to the people who had subscribed to the newsletter, then it would be almost life-ruining.
People would talk. They would gossip. God, what would we tell Hannah’s mother?
She already knew about the episode. Surely she would want to watch it.
What would she say if that was the whole focus of the show, of the house?I couldn’t imagine.
“If you’re thinking about contacting the big guys, let me know,” Tom said.
“If they give it a go-ahead, I can talk to the architects and tell them to start drafting it up. There would need to be too much structural change to the house, so we could manage it just fine. It wouldn’t be too difficult for them, at least not in my opinion. ”
“Wait, wait.” I stiffened at the kitchen table. “Are we really thinking of doing this?”
Hannah glanced at me, her black brows raised high on her forehead. She looked as though she wanted to argue with me, as though she actually wanted to make a case as to why we should have a fucking sex dungeon in our home. I knew we were playful, but I didn’t think that she wanted to go this far.
“Hey, hey, hey.” Brandon moved beside Hannah, grinning like a devil.
He was only inches from her. I wondered if she could feel his breath on her neck.
“Why wouldn’t you want to add something so awesome to your new home?
This is going to be something you can use every day.
Or every night, if you know what I’m saying. ”
“Yeah, I know what you’re saying.” I tried my best to ignore Hannah’s increasingly sharp expression. “But, Hannah, aren’t you afraid that someone is going to see this? Jeez, the neighbors might be a part of that little newsletter, for all we know. I don’t know if I can go through with this.”
Tom and Brandon shared a look. Both of their expressions stated one thing in unison. They thought I was being a complete pussy over this.
“Listen, Jon—can I call you Jon?” Tom asked.
“Listen. This is kind of a unique idea your beautiful wife has here. Can’t you picture it already?
We can make a little alcove for a sex swing, maybe a little BDSM action in the corner somewhere.
A giant bed just perfect for the both of you …
or maybe a few partners, if that’s your thing. Is that your thing, Jon?”
My mouth worked, but no words formed. Was he asking me if Hannah and I had multiple partners? Was he trying to assess the situation in order to make a pass at her?
Something inside of me hoped to high heaven that he was.
“Oh, I see,” Tom continued, after my silence had gone on a little too long. “You’re more of the submissive type, are you? Are you nervous about what we could be thinking of sticking in there? The room, I mean.”
“No, it’s not like that at all. It’s just what I said. I’m worried someone is going to see this and never let us live it down. Hannah, tell me you’re not serious about this.”
She shrugged, a smile curving her dark red lips up at me.
“Well, I wasn’t at first. But after a while, I asked myself if I really was.
The more I thought about it, the more enticing the idea became.
Come on, Jon; you’re telling me the idea of a sex room isn’t exciting?
Don’t you think that we couldn’t put it to good use? ”
“I think Mrs. Davidson here would definitely appreciate it,” Brandon said. “Come on, Jon; can’t you see how much she wants it?”
I swallowed. I did see how much she wanted it. And the more I watched her interacting with the two men, the more I thought she wanted them, as well.
“It would be a shame to let such a perfect piece of ass go to waste, don’t you think, Tom?
” Brandon asked. “Mrs. Davidson, I would say you’re definitely one of the most gorgeous women we’ve ever had on the show.
It’s only fitting that you have the sexiest episode.
Come on, Jon. What do you say? Take one for the team and make your wife happy? ”
All I could do was nod. I did want to make my wife happy.
And between these two modern day Greek gods, she looked very happy indeed.
***
The plans went through quickly, just as Brandon and Tom had said.
The Hollywood big names approved the episode on the condition that it was only advertised in the more mature newsletter and shown exclusively through the channel’s website.
In their opinion, that should ease my fears of just anyone seeing it.
“Trust me, bro,” Tom said. “Once they hit that paywall, they’re going to back out of it. No one you know is going to watch it just for laughs. To get the mature section of the website unlocked, they have to sign up for at least a year, and that shit isn’t cheap.”
It made me feel a little better, but my stomach still tightened at the thought of being known as the Sex Dungeon Guy.
There was only one thing that totally relieved that sting, and it was the thought that other people were going to see Hannah and think of her that way, too.
How many people would know her only as the woman who got a sex room installed into her new home?
Would they fantasize about her? Would she become the object of other men’s desires all around the country?
My mind constructed images of her with a different man every night. I saw her with a veritable banquet of lovers, each one pleasing and teasing her with their perfect bodies. I could almost already hear her whimpers of bliss and her soft, breathy moans.
The days passed by into weeks. I hadn’t realized just how long it took to film an episode of a show, but I supposed creating a luxury home from ground zero took some work.
Each night at the hotel was filled with vivid dreams of Tom, Brandon, and Hannah, all together in one giant bed.
I saw myself as an onlooker, watching from the other side of the room, my cock in hand.
I was panting heavily, stroking myself while I watched from afar as Hannah took one man in her mouth and one from behind.
I saw myself on my knees in front of Hannah, cleaning her up as she and her two new play toys watched approvingly.
Every morning, I would wake up in a cold sweat, my member pulsing and hard. When the final day of filming came to a head with the reveal of the house, I couldn’t be any more grateful. There was only so much I could take of this terrible longing, this horrible urge I had.
“It’s finally today!” Hannah straightened her skirt in the hotel mirror. “I can’t wait to see it. Oh, this is just too cool!”
“Yeah. Too cool.”
I couldn’t recall anything from the car ride over.
The only thing I could see in my mind was not the house, but the one room that Hannah had insisted on.
That was going to be the focus of the episode, so I imagined that it was pretty well-stocked.
I wondered if it had a giant bed, like I’d seen in my dream.
I squirmed throughout the entire ride to what would be my and Hannah’s new forever home.
The driveway didn’t even feel like ours anymore. The hedges were beautifully and meticulously manicured, the entire drive power-washed. The outside of the house itself seemed much more sleek and modern than I’d envisioned it, but this was better than anything I could have dreamed up.
The moment that we pulled up, the cameras started rolling, just as Tom and Brandon had told me that they would.
“Jonathan and Hannah Davidson, the man and lady of the hour,” Brandon said in his best Hollywood host voice. “How are we liking the exterior of your brand new home?”
“Oh, we love it!” Hannah cried, her hands clasped together like a schoolgirl. “We think it’s beautiful! Don’t we, baby?”
“Yes,” I said. “That’s right. Beautiful.”
I wasn’t lying at all about that. The exterior of the home had been painstakingly put together. Every blade of grass seemed to be in line.
The interior was just as beautiful. Brandon and Tom took us around the entire building, from the first-floor living room to the stainless steel kitchen, all the way to the pool and jacuzzi out back.
There had been no expenses spared, it seemed.
I was just glad I wasn’t the one who had to fork over the money for it.
When it finally came time to reveal the “Love Room,” as Tom had so elegantly put it, I felt my heart fluttering in my chest again. This was it; the big focus of the show.
Tom and Brandon both grinned at us as they pushed the doors open. The film crew followed silently behind them, panning the cameras in every angle.
“So, Jonathan and Hannah, how are we liking it? Pretty sexy stuff, right?” Tom asked, raising his black brows at me.
“It’s … It’s something all right,” I said.