Falling off the Edge

My apologies for the long two month wait for the next chapter. Life has been hectic, and frankly, I needed time to decide not only where this story is going, but how to get it there. I think I have figured that one out, but still sort of feeling my way. Thank you all for your patience! If you are new to this series, this is the fifth chapter of "Falling Off the Edge" which is the third book that started with "Edgings". Enjoy!

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JAKE

 Summer Season was officially over. Labor Day weekend was well behind us.

My house was sold, and I had taken half the money from it and invested it in Dan’s business to help him over the hump of his expansion.

And that expansion was going full tilt. The large house he was buying would be partly in my name. The place was right next door on the beach from his hotel / gay guest house.

The beach patrol had contracted as it always did at this time of year, with only a third the full company of beach patrol on at a time and rotating. Just about all the guys and girls were doing odd jobs to keep the money coming in. For myself, I was just taking the time off, and I was able to rearrange my schedule to accommodate the hours needed to oversee modifications to the big old house, with its seven bedrooms, four upstairs and three downstairs, turning them into just six studio apartments. There would still be four upstairs, but only two downstairs as we were expanding the living room into a living room / den combination and opening it up in front to the infinity pool, whirlpool and front deck facing the beach.

I had volunteered to take a direct interest, mostly because experience was telling me my mates and I were less then fully settled on our boundaries. Dan seemed to be all over the place about who would actually live there... with us.

Alex was all sunshine as usual, but distracted, and we were having a hard time nailing him down to an agreement on a closed three-way relationship that I thought my Dan had been wanting. Alex was still going out with my boss, Captain Mike, a lot, and Dan and I agreed the likelihood they weren’t fucking was vanishingly small.

Whatever he was up to with Mike, it didn’t seem to keep Alex from rolling around in the covers with us in hot three-way sex that sometimes seemed never to end. Alex was insatiable.

But something was off. Dan seemed distracted, unwilling to push Alex into the three-way closed relationship I thought we had planned.

It didn't help that there was now a rumor Captain Mike and that bar dancer, Chase, has broken it off, and that my boss spent a lot of time just hanging around, his eyes on our Alex, like he was ready to eat him and frequently did.

And then there was Dan and his new business hotel finance officer, Keen Mathews.

Mathews was a hotty, an absolutely beautiful young man, yet I couldn’t get from Dan more than a hint that they were more than just affectionate together. Dan had admitted off handedly that he and Mathews hugged and kissed and were ..”close,” but the one time I asked if there wasn’t more Dan had to tell me, my husband merely smiled and shrugged, “He’s hot but I can resist going too far with him, Baby, don’t worry. He’s great, really doing a wonderful job for us, and I like him… a lot, but you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Well, what could I say to that? Mixed messages from Dan were something I was used to, and I'd learned never to press him when it was clear he was working things out for himself. After all, I wasn’t exactly living a “closed” lifestyle myself.

On a recent went chilly windy day on the beach, a wet suited hot surfer had been out riding some moderately large waves into shore when I had happened by in my beach patrol dune buggy. It was late in the day, and I’d stopped to be sure he knew there would be no eyes on him if he surfed much longer.

He’d come out of the beach unzipping is suit, teasingly revealing a sexy torso, broad shoulders, ripped abs. He’d strolled up to me, offering me his hand and I’d taken it.

“Just wanted you to know once I go off duty there won’t be anyone here keeping an eye on you. You really shouldn’t surf without a partner.”

Sensual lips had parted, and a handsome face had grinned, crinkling sexy green eyes, eyes that dropped to my lips as I talked.

“Well damn that’s a shame. I like the idea that someone as hot as you are watching me.” He winked.

Well with that admission out of the way he, (Kevin, I learned later), were kissing. I was soon helping him out of his wet suit, and then we were all over each other. I took him and his board to his beach blanket, gathered that up, and driving the buggy around took us up the beach to sand dune country for a little more privacy.

Nope, not much resistance to a little hot adventure on the side, enjoying with Kevin some delicious oral sex, not from me. I did resist fucking him, for the sake of Dan and my relationship, but it had been hard.

But Dan seemed to have gone to another plateau. He roamed his hotel naked, not that there was anything wrong with that. We’d agreed a little casual teasing of his hotel patrons with his hot body was not a problem. And maybe even letting some lucky patrons suck him now and then, wasn’t going too far. But I really wanted us to pull the boundaries back a little, not just be fucking every guy in sight as if he and I weren’t married.

We didn’t really talk about it all that much, though I would have liked too, and the days and weeks of fall drifted by and it was now November.

“We were showering together from working on the big mansion, when Dan pressed into me, “You mind if I have Keen over for dinner, baby?”

“Of course not.” I said, though I couldn’t help wondering why he needed to see more of Keen then work. They spent most of every day together up in that office. Maybe the office no longer had a bed in it, but it did have a big damn couch!

“Great!” He chirped back and then offered to scrub my back for me, which was great, except this doubt was in my mind. Was he rewarding me for giving into him so easily? What was Dan up to?

“Will our wayward consort be attending?” I asked a bit dryly.

Dan sighed, his arms sliding around me. “Baby, I hear you. Alex is … not working out for us, is he?”

I turned to face my man, looking into those amazing eyes. “I can’t complain about the sex though, to be honest, baby, sometimes I just want to be with you. But I get the feeling he and Mike have never stopped. I mean, baby, where are our boundaries? Do we have any, anymore?”

Dan smiled and kissed me slowly, easing my worries as he so often does with a kiss.

“Honey, if you had asked me what I felt about monogamy two three months ago, I’d have been upset that you were trying to weasel out of being monogamous with me. That’s how closed I was. But… the other side of me was excited by, well, Alex and how hot things were getting.”

Dan paused and kissed me again when I started to say something, to raise a protest he went on and I clamped my jaw shut to listen. “But things feel good, right now. Let me ask you this. Would you be upset if Alex and Mike got together and the four of us became a kind of family? God knows this place is big enough.”

“Mike too?” I gasped, jaw dropping open again, not just because of the idea but because Dan had wrapped a hand around my cock which, having a mind of it's own was quickly swelling in his grip. The man knew how to hold a cock, dammit!

“You mean like some polyamorous quartet?” I asked when I was able to put two thoughts together.

Dan paused, but then said, “I can see the idea excites you, my love.”

“Well, heheh-yeah, it kinda does.” Who was I kidding? The idea was hot as hell. But that didn’t necessarily make it a good one.

I mean, alright, I might be a bit kinky with my voyeurism and all, but at heart, non of that meant anything to me if all of this complicated things to the point Dan and I became more distant. We had never really recovered from Dan’s affair with that con artist. Or had we? Was it time to move on? To try something different? And how did this “thing” I thought I was detecting between Dan and Keen Mathews play into all this?

“Maybe we should invite Mike to join the three of us for dinner tonight?” I suggested after a moment, looking down at his hand ever so casually caressing my stiffening hard.

“I already did.”

“You did?”

“Yup. I met with Mike for lunch today, baby.”

Despite what he was doing to me, I stepped back from Dan in the shower a bit, looking at him. “I can see your way ahead of me. What’s going on, baby? And how does Keen fit into any of this?”

Dan flushed and chuckled, both. “Keen and I are really close, and I just wanted to include him in the family. And you and he really ought to get to know one another, better.”

“Just how close are you getting with Keen, love?” I wanted to ask but didn’t. If Dan wanted to tell me he would. Or would he? Was this his way of telling me?

Did he want me to seduce that hotty of his for myself for some plan to create a fivesome or something? Ok orgies are fun, but did I want one every night? What was in my husband’s overheated scheming sweet head?

After seeing Keen’s mastery of martial arts for myself, I’d asked him to teach Tai Quan Do starter level at an hour when I could not do it. He’d taken to that eagerly and was doing a fine job, but we still did not interact any other way. And he was incredibly respectful, always calling me Master or Sir when I did see him. I liked Keen, what I had seen of him, and had to admit he was stunning to look at, but was I missing something here?

“Ok baby. Let's have the three of them over, including Keen.” I finally said. After all, why question? The best way to find out what was going on was to see for myself.

“Great!” Dan said and a moment later he was out of the shower, drying off, leaving me in there, surprised and standing with a neglected hard on, and a sense that if I had been thinking our marriage could go back to what it had been, sometime in some future, I’d better look again. In fact, it seemed like, willing or not, I could just be doing that... looking … again.

In spite of everything, I loved Dan. But just what was going on? Maybe I was over thinking this. I stared at the shower wall and tried to stop thinking.