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Then she was kissing him on his chest, finding his nipples under the soft curls there. She sucked hard on these hard nibs, and then she flicked her tongue across them fast. Then she was on his neck, kissing hard, sucking as hard so that he was sure that she will leave a mark. She intended to. Then she found his mouth with her own and kissed him, adjusting herself on top of him until she could feel his hardness between her legs, knocking against the places she wanted to let him into. She sent a hand around herself and held his cock in place, easing him into herself slowly.

Trudy brought herself up slowly to sitting, settling herself on his cock completely. She reached for his hands and put them on her breasts. As she started to grind herself against his cock, he squeezed on her breasts, pulling the mounds almost completely off her chest. She loved it, loved the hardness of his touch, the aggression of every tug. She ground herself harder and harder against him, and Henry let out several loud moans. Then she too was moaning as she approached the point of no return.

This was so wild, so unlike the lovemaking Henry had grown accustomed to with his wife. He liked it, but he loved his wife more. As Trudy moved on him, pulling his cock in every direction with the powerful muscles between her legs, he was enjoying it. But his own thoughts were on Eliza and Lex, and he hoped that there weren’t things that Lex was doing to her that he would not be able to repeat later. Trudy brought herself to one, and then two orgasms. Then she turned them over so that Henry wass on top of her, parting her legs and allowing him to bring himself to his own end.

But that was two years ago. And now they all had gold leaf invitations to another party. They had never been to another one all together again, and they didn’t know that tonight they would be at the same soiree. As they all got ready, tonight’s event at a house that Corbin developed, Brett was wondering, as were the others, just who will be on offer tonight!

Chapter Six

As they walked into the party, they were surprised to see each other there. This was the biggest party yet too, where usually there were four, maybe five couples, there seemed to be at least twenty. Everyone sort of knew each other now, actually they all knew each other intimately, having been coupled at previous events. Now that they were all in the same space though, there was a little bit of an uncomfortable vibe.

The intimacy of previous events made it easier, now they were all just thrown together it seemed, a real free-for-all, with no gold cards to tell them who went with who. The question on everybody’s mind though, a question that they have asked themselves quietly for the past two years, but nobody ever tried with real verve to get the answer to, was just who it was that organized these events.

Brett found Corbin and pulled him aside. He looked at him, the man who has since become his best friend, but he didn’t know just how to ask him what was on his mind. “Corbin, this guy seems to have a liking for your houses. Are you sure you don’t know who it is?” He looked to see if Corbin would flutter in his response. The property man didn’t flinch, adamant that he knew nothing of this man.

“All I do is build the houses, I don’t sell them.” He left Brett to his thoughts and went to get a drink and find his wife.

Brett was looking around at the many couples here tonight. His eyes lingered on some of the women, imagining what he would do to them if he got them alone. He saw Sarah doing the same thing with the men. But they had a rule, and they stuck to it, for the most part. Only at these events did they indulge their interest in other people. Outside of this situation, they were fully committed to each other.

There was something different about tonight, and Brett just could not put his finger on it. It made him a little uncomfortable, and he looked at Sarah occasionally, thinking that he might ask her to leave, but every time he caught her, she was in a conversation with a man and she seemed to be enjoying herself. He tried too, to strike up a conversation with a few women, but his heart wasn’t in it. It never was, though, but his head was playing tricks on him. It was a safe bet to say that his head, and not his heart, just wasn’t in it tonight.

“Do you feel like we’re being watched?” he asked Sarah when he got her alone.

“We’re always being watched. Isn’t that what the guy said to you on the phone during that first phone call?” Sarah was as practical as her husband, more so when he was frazzled by something. And Brett was really uneasy about something tonight.

“I know, but do you feel eyes on you tonight?” Brett pressed.

“I don’t even think about it, so no, I don’t feel any eyes on me. I never do. I thought we decided not to question it, to just come here, have fun, and then go home and get back to our lives?” Sarah was short with her husband, not because she was irritated. She just knew that once he was on to something he was like a dog with a bone, and he just wouldn’t let it go.

“I don’t feel it, not tonight. Usually there is the sense that Big Brother is watching, you know, but tonight there is nothing!” Brett sounded like he really needed Sarah to hear what he was saying. So she got them two more glasses of champagne, looked at her husband, and shrugged.

“And what do you think that means?” she asked, knowing that he just needed to be humored for a while and then he would eventually start to relax.

Brett looked around, sipping his champagne but not really, looking over the rim of the glass at the crowd. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but tried to find anything out of place. He saw nothing though, counting and recounting the people, seeing that everyone was really still a couple, men and women in equal parts. Still, he did another head count.

“I think he’s here, among us. I haven’t seen him yet, but I’m sure of it. That is the only reason I can think of that he will not be watching us from a distance. I know the feeling of being watched, and this feeling is distinctly missing from tonight. I asked Corbin…” Brett started, before Sarah chipped in.

“Asked him what? This was supposed to be hush hush, and we’re not supposed to speak about it away from the party. What did you ask him, and where?” Sarah was whispering now to her husband, almost as though if anybody heard what he had done they would be summarily evicted from the festivities.

“Don’t worry, I asked him here, just now. I just wanted to know if he really had no idea who this guy was. This is the fifth house that we’ve been to the Corbin built. Don’t you think that’s strange?” Brett was looking around again as he asked this question.

“Honey, Corbin designed and built most of the houses in the neighborhood. He even built our house. So it’s probably just a coincidence. Now drink your champagne and just try to relax!”

Sarah was done with this topic!

Chapter Seven

Alec Jones walked into the party and everyone took a minute to take him in. He wasn’t someone they’ve seen around before, and he was conspicuously alone. He was tall, almost too tall, that some of the jocks in the house felt more than a little intimidated. They wondered who he was, but nobody dared approach him. The code was still in place, and if you did not want people to know who you were, you were not obliged. They seemed to all be comfortable with this don’t ask don’t tell policy.

Brett was talking to a brunette who seemed suddenly distracted be someone behind him. He knew that this was a risk with this new way of playing the game, but still he couldn’t help but turn to see who his competition was. When he spotted Alec he knew suddenly that this was the mastermind behind these parties. Something about the way he carried himself just screamed ‘I did this shit!’

He looked around for Sarah, spotting her in a corner with another oil man, actually the heir to an oil fortune, and he walked to her. He could see that she too was looking at this tall beefy stranger who was suddenly among them, and he needed to get to his wife quickly. When he did, it took a minute for her to realize that her husband was standing next to her trying to get her to listen to him.

“That’s him, I tell you!” Brett said, his words falling on deaf ears though. Where all the other men are wearing various versions of the same shirt, some with jackets, some with the sleeves rolled all the way down like they were going to a business meeting, Alec had his shirt rolled up high on his forearm, revealing interesting tribal tattoos that made you think more of a wrestler then an heir.

He didn’t exude wealth the way the others did, but something about the way he carried himself let you know that he was loaded.

“Sarah, are you listening to me?” Brett asked again when he realized that she wasn’t even looking at him.

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