The Porn Star Next Door

Chapter 8 - Jon

Saturday morning, we ran as a group. The short-distance runners had been gradually extending their distances, and this was the first day that the five of us were able to trot together for a ten-mile loop. The three of us that usually ran long did slow our pace. Near the end, we stopped at The Station and had a late breakfast after cooling down as we congratulated those new to the ten-mile mark. We also strategized a little about how to pull Jon deeper into our group.

We did personal chores after that until one o'clock, and then regrouped and headed to the beach with our gear. Jon was waiting for us with his own, newly purchased beach kit. We led him onto the beach and to the edge of where the clothing optional dress code started. A quick glance proved that no one was naked within sight, but there were a few topless women over a hundred feet or more further into that beach segment.

We spread out our blankets, set up two umbrellas and a sun shade on poles, and by then Rachel, Sarah, and Sandy were half-naked, wearing only the micro-bottoms of their bathing suits, which consisted of very little material in coverage or in opaqueness to begin with.

This time Sandy brought the suntan lotion to Jon and standing in front of him politely asked, Jon, would you do the honors of spreading suntan lotion ALL OVER my body?" (Emphasis hers).

He nodded, smiled, and said, "With great pleasure."

Jon was no dummy. I, for one, was sure he'd figured out that a risqué game of some kind was in progress that involved him. I even saw him nod in agreement with some inner-thought he seemed to have, like, 'Yep, they're reeling me into something sexy.'

Sandy lay down on her stomach in front of him, and Jon actually straddled her thighs and started to apply the lotion into her upper shoulders, back, and arms. He was giving more of a sensual massage than just a quick application of oil. He gradually worked lower and lower down her body, carefully skirting her nearly-non-existent bikini bottoms, and then did the back of her legs. Sandy moaned often and kept telling him to never stop. Jon obviously loved having his hands on all that lovely skin.

As Jon finished her back after briefly doing her bare butt cheeks, even under the small floss that was part of her bathing suit. She rolled over and said, "Now do my front -- all of it." The smile she gave was one of her most inviting.

Jon smiled and indulged both Sandy and himself as he continued the sensuous massage. Sandy had generous C-cup breasts, and after his erotic passes over each mound, the nipples were excited and erect.

Jon worked lower, and again skirted the bikini. He'd finished her legs when Sandy said, "You need to do the areas under my bikini. It's okay. I want you to touch me there. My suit is so thin that the sun's rays easily get through. No tan lines, though." She smiled again with pure lust.

Sandy's suit might even be described as gossamer. Up close, as Jon was, she really had no secrets. Her slit, labia, and sexual excitement were plainly evident. I was upwind of her, so I was sure he could smell her arousal since I could.

Jon smiled and then lubed up his hand with lotion, and slid a hand under the material by her left leg. He moved around under the material, applying the lotion to the entire area and then smoothing it in. He rolled Sandy and did her ass more extensively, and then re-did her mons and between her legs. There was no pretext about the lotion by then.

Sandy was softly moaning. She finally gasped, "Make me cum, please ... please."

Jon didn't blink, and he moved close and kissed her quite romantically. Several of his fingers moved into the sodden interior of her vagina after pulling the small gusset of her bikini bottom aside. He leaned over and whispered in Sandy's ear, she nodded, and then he kissed her again with a long, languid, and meaningful kiss that lasted until Sandy's body shook and her orgasm was obvious. She pulled him in for another deep kiss and then they cuddled together.

Jon eventually rolled to the side, but we heard him say to Sandy, "Now, you do me."

Sandy sighed and then sat up, took the lotion, and started in on Jon as he lay on his stomach. He'd set the bar pretty high with her, but Sandy seemed up for the task. She massaged deep into his muscles, and even ran her hands onto his ass cheeks under his bathing suit. He was no slouch in the muscle department, and obviously worked out and did weights.

When he eventually went onto his back, he smiled up at Sandy and said, "All of me is in your hands."

Sandy played it straight for a while, massaging the lotion into his skin, at least above his navel, but after that, things got interesting. She quickly did his legs, and then moved under his suit, obviously applying lotion to his covered area. We could see her handjob start as the material of his suit displayed her overt motions.

Jon lay in his supine position with an arm over his eyes. He was softly moaning and whispering encouraging words to Sandy. How he lasted five minutes, I'll never know. She was irresistible and was whispering things to him that I'm sure were sexual and erotic. Jon came with a long moan that the shore breeze carried to the rest of us.

Sandy looked very pleased with herself. She extracted her hand from inside Jon's bathing suit. It was covered in semen, and as she locked eye contact with Jon, she licked every molecule of the jizz from her fingers and swallowed.

Sandy lay down in Jon's arms and they kissed some more and whispered important things to each other.

I had put lotion on Sarah, but mostly we were watching Jon and Sandy. I asked her, "Mind putting some lotion on me? I think this must be really good stuff based on Jon's reaction to it." Everyone laughed except for Jon and Sandy who were in the midst of a serious kiss.

About five minutes later, Jon and Sandy got up and walked down to the water's edge, and then into the water. A few men paid Sandy some special attention since she was all but naked, but she ignored their gawking and held Jon's hand.

By the time they got back from their swim, and salt-water clean-up, Greg was still immersed in the romantic application of lotion on Rachel's front, and I was making out with Sarah, using hands and mouth on her engorged and excited breasts.

Jon paused and watched me for a full minute. I winked at him and he grinned. I said, "Want to take over. It looked to me like you had the magic touch. She needs some more lotion on her front."

He raised one eyebrow, "Seriously?"

I tossed the lotion to him and gestured to Sarah's nearly nude body. Jon came over and I moved away slightly, finding Sandy ready to cuddle into me. We kissed. I didn't feel a great need to orgasm, but I was certainly aroused from watching the others.

I heard Sarah talking to Jon in a low, sing-song voice. I heard enough of her words over the roar of the waves to know that she was inviting Jon into the group -- revealing all about our 'sharing' behavior with each other. He was nodding with both understanding and agreement with her questions about participation.

Jon leaned in and kissed Sarah and she kissed back with great passion. One of his hands was on the ground for balance of his body above her, and the other fondled her breasts and pinched as more kisses exploded between them. Eventually, Sarah pulled him down to her, between her legs, and wrapped her body around his. If they'd been nude, he would have been buried deep in her body.

We all just relaxed and made out with our new partners. I left Sarah to Jon, but when I looked a little later, he had Rachel in his arms and they were making out. Greg and Sarah were making out as she rubbed her breasts against his bare chest.

Later, a cloud bank moved in and blocked a lot of the sun. That let us last on the beach longer than usual since we weren't baking in the sun so much. We folded up about five-thirty, dressed slightly, and then drove to the Crab Shack and showed Jon one of the most casual restaurants in the country. We sat out on the restaurant's back deck and after a round of drinks, with some bar snacks, we had seafood dinners.

We kept changing seats and eventually Jon ended up next to me. He seemed to think that I was the leader of the group -- me and Sarah. He asked, "Is this really okay, I mean my making out with each of the women? I'm excited beyond belief, but I don't want to screw up with you guys and I especially don't want to screw up anything that you have going on between you all. I like all of you and want you as my friends."

I smiled, "You've been accepted and are in. In case Sarah didn't tell you, we share ourselves with each other, although Greg and I don't play together. The women do. I may get slightly curious someday, but not any time soon. Yes, we make love with each of the women, sometimes in threesomes or foursomes."

"Greg and Sandy are brother and sister?"

"They are, and they're also loving adults with a long history of loving each other. We don't talk about that to others, needless to say."

"Got it."

"And Sarah?"

"Sarah is Sarah. I love her dearly, and I know she loves me. If there's some kind of priority among the women, she is my priority, but that shouldn't deter you or Greg from bringing pleasure to her or allowing her to pleasure you. We are devout hedonists."

"Sarah said that she has a sister."

"Lindsay. You'll find out soon enough, but her alias is Lexi Staxxx -- with three x's. She's younger than Sarah, and still makes porn movies. She lives in Miami, but has started coming up here about once a month for a weekend."

"Is she part of this group?"

I nodded. "She is. FYI, she always shows up with a clean STD test in hand, too. The crew she works with in Miami insist on it."

Jon said, "I anticipated that something might happen once I moved, so I got a test as soon as I got in town. I'm clean, too. If Lindsay is anything like Sarah, I look forward to meeting her."

"Probably next weekend. Please stick around.

"Tonight, I think we're hoping you'll join us for an erotic night of group sex. Since you're new, each of the women wants to try you out. You were doing some of that on the beach, but, trust me, it's better without bathing suits on."

Jon laughed and said, "I look forward to it. No one is possessive or gets jealous, right?"

"Right. The emphasis is on pleasing the women and dishing out lots of orgasms. Men are too easy to get their jollies and then not want to please their partners. Certainly Greg and I try to avoid that." I looked at Jon to see what he thought of that emphasis.

He said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

That evening we learned that Jon could be as into sex and sharing as the rest of us. We went back to Sarah's apartment after dinner and fucked the rest of the evening away until we literally dropped where we were. Sarah added to our enjoyment by playing one of her videos on the large TV set in her living room.

As predicted, Jon was the 'new toy' and each of the women did get to fuck him. He got so much attention, that it became laughable. He was wiped out totally and declared that he wouldn't recover until the coming weekend.

Sarah said, "Oh, that's good, because my sister Lindsay is coming, and she's going to want a lot of your time for sex, too."

I never thought that I'd see a grown man sigh the way he did at the prospect of more sex. Usually, it's the lack of sex that inspires sighs of frustration.

At the end of the evening, Greg and Sandy went back to their unit. Jon and Rachel fell asleep in the middle of Sarah's bed. Sarah and I scampered next door to my condo unit, both of us naked, and went to bed.

As we got into bed, Sarah came over to face me. She kissed me, and being sure I was looking right at her, said, "I love you." I told her the same, and we conked out with her in my arms.

Without worrying about the seduction strategy, we repeated pretty much everything on Sunday -- run, brunch, beach, dinner out, and a six-person orgy. I couldn't help but notice that Sarah spent more time with me all day and again in the evening. I think she was trying to tell me something, and I liked the message.

While we were at the beach, I suggested that since Jon was more 'single' than I was, that he should be Sandy's temporary boyfriend. She liked that idea and raised the possibility with Jon, explaining her need and his possible role. He was agreeable to the idea and they went to work building the story and the relationship.

Greg and Sandy's parents were planning to visit in two weeks for a long weekend. I figured it would be fun to watch the game unfold. Greg took some new pictures of the 'new' boyfriend with Sandy in various poses. At the beach, she had to put on her top and a cover to be proper for the photos.

* * * * *

As comfortable as I'd been with the five of us together, I quickly raised that number to six. Jon fit in remarkably well. He was also adjusting to living in sunny Sarasota. Several times he said that he never wanted to go back to New York.

One day I asked him why he'd 'really' left New York.

Jon grimaced and said, "Several reasons, but a big one was my soon-to-be ex-wife had gone bat-shit crazy about our divorce. Career wise, I felt there was more opportunity here in my job compared to the New York office; small fish-big pond got traded for big fish-small pond. And, of course, the weather is superb."

I gave him that look that indicated that I both wanted and didn't want the details.

Jon went on, "Julie and I dated and then married for seven years, and she got the itch. She started working evenings, and even parts of some weekends. She was a sought-after graphics designer, so I didn't think much about it for a while as I was deep into my career track.

"Somebody, I don't know who, sent me a link to an online story about a cheating wife with the admonition in the text to 'Pay attention to the details'. It was strange, but some things started to resonate, so I decided to pursue some of the clues that the story provided.

"Julie had hidden away some racy underwear from Victoria's Secret. I'd never seen it, yet it had been worn and washed. I got into her phone and put a tracking app on it and also downloaded all her emails and texts. The results were conclusive; she had a lover -- her boss at work, as it turned out.

I collected more data over the next couple of weeks and also went to an attorney just to be clear about my options. I wasn't as concerned about her fucking around as I was about her lies and disrespect. Her emails and texts were quite derogatory and dismissive of me. When I thought about it, not a lot had changed in our relationship except I missed her when she was off playing around.

"I spent $2,500 to have a private investigator get pictures and video. I had solid knowledge of where they'd be and when, so it was a slam dunk catching her. One day, and I had all I needed.

"I had papers drawn up and then I confronted her with them at home one night after she'd worked late. She wanted to take a shower and I wouldn't let her. That day I'd done the things my lawyer recommended: split our finances, cancelled our joint credit cards, and so on. We'd been saving up to buy a house and were going to start a family, so we had a pretty good-size nest egg to split.

"I confronted her and she denied it -- deny, deny, deny. I laid down the photos that the PI had taken and flipped on the TV to show a video of the two of them fucking. She then accused me of spying on her. I'm afraid that I laughed. It was ludicrous. She'd cheated and she went on the attack that I'd done something underhanded. I told her that I would have even tolerated what she did, except for the rest of her lies and 'the running me down' shit. Anyway, she got angry and such, and I just walked out and told her to get a lawyer. I served her the divorce papers.

I'd moved out, cashing in on a friend that had a spare room that he'd rent me. I'd already applied for the job down here but the wheels were moving slowly; she didn't know that until after I left. Julie went ape shit anyway about the whole idea of a divorce. She'd call and beg me to take her back. I told her that I couldn't trust her and that she was two-faced. I soon blocked her calls because there was so many and she was so bothersome. It was interfering with my work.

"Julie then started to show up at work. I had to get building security to ban her from the building. She waged a campaign and had everyone I knew call me. She told them that I was the one that cheated, so I sent copies of the pictures and the videos to everyone to set them straight along with a letter from me to them explaining the details."

"That's terrible of her," I voiced.

"Oh, there's more. She claimed that I made her pregnant, only I'd stopped having sex with her after my suspicions got strong. Her timeline just did jive with that. She was trying to play on everyone's sympathy. I had to do another emailing to all our friends explaining that if she was truly pregnant, that I wasn't the source. Julie went crazy again and claimed I was lying.

"After ten weeks of this kind of stuff going on, the post down here opened up, and I couldn't get out of Dodge fast enough. She was still stalking me and even leaving messages taped to my car windshield. I had to hide my car, and then I shipped it down here."

"Is she out of your hair?"

Jon shrugged, "I didn't tell her where I was going, where I'm staying while I'm here, or anything else about the new job. The people at work know not to tell her anything, nor will the friend that I stayed with. She said that she won't sign the divorce papers, but that'll come back to bite her since they're court documents and she has to respond within ninety days. After her initial snit, I had her re-served the documents by a deputy sheriff who took a picture of her with the envelope in her hands. That started the clock. I also filed against her boss and the company, not that those will amount to anything. Their nuisance suits, but kind of gratifying since that made more shit hit the fan.

"I entertained getting back together with her, but she went so crazy that I couldn't stomach that. I learned from a mole at her work that she was still fucking her boss on a daily basis, so there wasn't any attempt to clean up her act. I think her boss might have been the one giving her suggestions about trying to cuckold me. I'm not one of those guys."

"But you're okay with the six of us?" I tested.

"Oh, more than okay. I love it and I need it. You've all helped bring my confidence and sense of self-worth back. Also, none of you are cucking anybody else. Julie's actions and her nastiness stripped a lot of my self-worth away. If she'd come and told me that she wanted to engage in some way, I probably would have given her an open hall pass. There were some women that I would have liked to see, too; but the way she did it was all wrong for that to ever happen."

I made a major leap and said, "Hey, for a place to live, why don't you buy one of the available units in this building and move in? She'd have a tough time getting into this building what with our crazy door system, security, and all. Even I have a hard time getting in some days, and I live here."

"The thought crossed my mind."

I encouraged Jon some more and then, at his request the next day, even lined him up with the agent that I knew was handling the units that were for sale. He wanted to see them that day.

The next evening, I found Jon talking to Sarah in her living room when I got home; Rachel was right behind me. He stood with a big smile and came to me with a hand out. "Your idea panned out. If they accept my offer, or something close to it, I'll be your new neighbor in unit 1002. I liked the layout and decorating. I will get it inspected, but this building is new enough that I don't expect there'll be anything serious that's found."