Karen’s sister Robin moves in, causing some agitation to say the least. Other than that, it’s a typical day at the “House that Lust built”. A little more story and a little less sex than most chapters – I’ll make it up to you with the next.
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Office work was moving along lightning fast. Almost too fast. Chris brought me in to her office on Friday and dropped a bombshell.
“We need someone to go to Spain next week, to do a field evaluation of your concept. I can’t imagine anyone else being up-to-speed yet to do this, so we really need you to go over. Do you have a problem with going to Zaragoza next week? We’d fly out Wednesday, do customer on-sites Thursday and Friday, returning Saturday.”
“Wow, that’s pretty short notice.” I told her.
“If we don’t do it next week, we lose three weeks because of field exercises, and the customer is really pushing for this all of a sudden. It wasn’t in the contract, so we’re getting compensated for this separately.” She explained.
I had never traveled internationally on business, and really had no idea how this would work. I’d never been to Spain, so I was a little nervous. “How does this work?”
“Corporate travel will take care of the details. We’ll catch a flight out of Dulles Wednesday evening, arriving early Thursday morning. We’ll visit the site in Madrid, for a series of meetings and some field work, spending the night there. The next day we’d fly to Zaragoza early, for our meetings there, returning that evening. We’d leave late next morning from Madrid, and be back here a little after noon.” She had her DayTimer out in front of her, while going over the details.
“And what are we doing there?” I asked, still curious about the need for this early trip.
“Basically the same pitch you did a few months back, but this time looking for technical feature feedback, to make sure the end-customer thinks this is useful. Plus, I think it’s a political thing, making sure they feel involved in the process.”
“Ok. That makes some sense. I guess it should be no problem.” I finally agreed.
“Great. Let’s leave from here on Wednesday. I can drive. You might as well come in late, we’ll leave here around 6:00 pm which should get us to the airport in plenty of time. We can go over our presentations on the plane.” She told me with a big friendly smile.
I left Chris’s office in a daze. So much was happening, so fast. This project stuff. International travel, and management responsibilities. The addition to the house. The addition of Robin into our already crowded household. The whole day-care operation discussion. Jim’s involvement with Karen. And of course my two beautiful bed-mates. On top of all this, Joe was dropping broad hints that he wouldn’t mind a little group action again.
I got home late, trying to do a little extra to empty my plate before the next week’s travel, and upon entering the house, I was shocked to have Robin run up and give me a full body hug and kiss before I’d hardly cleared the threshold. She nearly bowled me over.
“Mmmm. So he’s finally home! The master of the mansion.”
“Wow, that’s an awfully nice welcome.” I answered, but a little put off by her aggression.
“Oh, I imagine you get even nicer greetings than this usually,” she laughed, rubbing her hand on my ass a second before turning and flouncing off into the house.
Robin wasn’t a beauty by any means, but she had a pretty nice body, and was advertising it well. She had on Daisy-Duke shorts that showed half her ass, and a tight tee-shirt that had the phrase “I’d rather be topless” scrawled across it.
Debbie had been holding dinner, and we all squeezed in at the table. I asked Debbie how things had gone at the bank, getting the paperwork to do a refinance on the place, and she gave me the gist of the situation, and we agreed to look over the papers after dinner. The table was crowded as usual, with Debbie, Karen, Beth and now Robin there. The little one’s had been fed earlier, and I knew we had to do something about the eating arrangements. The table could barely squeeze in 6, and with Erin and Ashley we numbered 7 even when we had no guests over.
Just to set the story straight – even in a house with a bunch of young, beautiful, available women, most of our time isn’t spent in wanton sex. There are always chores to do, goals and projects to prepare for, and the presence of two pre-schoolers can also put a damper on some impromptu efforts. And of course there are the physical limitations that arise (or don’t) even on someone with all the inspiration I had.
This was one of those evenings. Paperwork, discussions, cleaning up, replacing an outdoor light, adjusting a shelf in the pantry that wobbled, you know, the day-to-day grind. Not a crazy over-heated sex-act in sight. I was tired and sore and looking forward to getting in bed, and maybe having Debbie suck me to sleep.
By the end of the evening, Robin seemed to have other ideas. The little ones had been put to sleep a good bit earlier, Robin and Beth were watching the TV, and Debbie was doing laundry. I had no idea where Karen was, and was a little surprised that Jim hadn’t made it over. He hadn’t missed a Friday in three weeks.
The light on back porch had gone out, and it was about 10 feet up on the side of the house. I really didn’t feel like changing it, but I was in chore mode, and so I headed back to the garage and got out the extension ladder and dragged it in place. When I got back Robin was outside waiting for me.
“I thought I could help hold the ladder,” she offered.
“Thanks, that’ll help a lot,” I told her. It would help, I was working in the dark, and the bottom of the ladder was on our rear porch, not the stablest location in the world.
As with most chores, it seems the preparation takes longer than the task. Ten minutes of procrastination, and preparation, and 30 seconds to complete the job. Robin took the far end of the ladder and helped me carry it back to the garage. Once I hung it from the hooks on the side wall, I turned to find Robin standing about 6 inches away. She leaned into me, wrapping her arms around me and laying her head on my shoulder.
“So, Jack, are we ready for some fun? Am I going to be on the receiving end of some of the famous Jack Magic now?” Her hands were anything but still, as she rubbed my back and ass in clear invitation.
“Robin, that wasn’t part of the deal. You don’t have to sleep with me just because you’re staying here.” I told her, stroking her hair. I could feel the attention already working it’s physiological magic in my pants.
“Who said anything about having to? I want to. Don’t you want me?” She rubbed her hand across my growing bulge. “Mmmm, I think you do.”
I had to nip this in the bud. “I do want you, but I’m in a relationship right now, and I can’t really stray from it.”
“What’s the relationship? Every girl that walks through the door but me?” She asked, sounding a bit irritated.
“No, I’m in a relationship with Beth and Debbie. They’ve agreed that I can continue to have occasional fun with your sister and another friend, who I’ve been involved with since our relationship started, but they’ve asked me not to wander any further, and I’m going to do my best to meet that commitment.” I had peeled her off of me by this time, and was holding her at arms length.
“You’re kidding right?” she asked me in mock wonder.
“No, not at all.”