Billionaire and the Sisters Ch. 29

A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists ? Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 30). This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 29 ? Morning After, Urban Survival, Matchmaking

Mark

Brita, KC, and I were up early. We went to the kitchen and started to make a large buffet breakfast for everyone. By some magic, the house larder and refrigerator were restocked everyday. KC cooked up about ten packages of bacon. I used four-dozen eggs, along with spices, shredded cheese, spices, and cream, to make scrambled eggs a la Worthington. Brita was doing both regular toast and French toast. KC also produced two huge bowls of mixed fruit and set the large dining room table for our fare.

The first to show up looking ridden hard and put away wet was Elsa. She had a sheepish grin as she strolled into the kitchen. She had dried cum in her hair and on her thighs. A new hickey showed on one breast. She snagged a piece of bacon and wandered out by the pool as she ate it. I saw her dive in, her lithe body making a clean splash in perfect form.

Lucas appeared looking official and ready for any threat or contingency, but I watched as his eyes followed Elsa's hot body to the pool's edge. He nodded to her and then disappeared. I felt certain that Elsa had scored with Lucas. He seemed to be blushing, a most uncharacteristic trait for my stoic head of security.

Marcia appeared a few minutes later, also looking armed and dangerous. She took one look at me and her whole mood softened. I got a bright smile and then she too backed out of the area to circulate on morning rounds. She was blushing, and I took that as a good sign that she was fondly recalling our time in the sailboat. I wanted more time with her. I wanted to make love to the pretty woman.

Andy, Mike, and Sheila arrived and sat down. They were verbose about the great odors permeating the house ? coffee, bacon, and cinnamon seemed to top the list. Carter, Ryan, and Melanie strolled in from the far end of the patio. They had slept outside in the tiki hut that doubled as a large cabana and changing area, if anyone around the villa decided to wear clothes. They also had that freshly fucked look about them. The cabana had several large chaises in it that were more than suitable as comfortable beds for sex.

Deke, James, and Margo appeared next. The men looked recently worn out, and she looked electrified and had fresh semen seeping down her thighs. She'd brought a towel to sit on. The last to appear were Tom and Cindy, who were still wet from their morning shower. They too looked like they'd recently made love. They were holding hands and making ga-ga eyes at each other. I found I had warm feelings for the two of them because of how they were acting about each other. Love begets love.

I glanced around at my naked compatriots. I guess we were all nudists at heart. I'd never acted this way before. Except for our trips to town for meals and shopping, and the trip out in the sailboat, I hadn't had too many clothes on during this trip. The experience was amazingly leveling and ego busting. It's hard to puff up your feathers as a CEO when everyone is looking at your penis.

That thought made me recall some advice a public speaking coach gave me: 'Don't get nervous in front of a group. Imagine the audience is naked. It's a great leveler.' As my career progressed I realized I didn't want to see most of my audience naked, but by then I was a great public speaker.

KC played hostess and got everybody seated, and the great breakfast began. After that, some informal groups formed up for various activities. The sense that our grand vacation was winding down was evident.

Andy, Tom, Brita, and I got in a business discussion about fostering and rewarding creativity in our businesses. One result was that we decided to set up several centers of excellence that cut across our business lines under the corporate umbrella where we could place some of our geniuses and turn them loose on the world without the worry of day-to-day business pressures.

Tom got my attention when he started spouting off statistics about the percentage of revenue going to R