LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

LIfe Is Strange Ch. 04

... place was one floor that should have sprawled across the landscape but instead seemed to flow in harmony with the land it sat on. The decor was understated yet fascinating. The art and displays were tasteful and invited curiosity. I loved the place and hadn’t taken a crap there yet. That’s high praise as far as I’m concerned. (Note for Kim: Okay, enough caveman shit, or we’ll write your part and say you wrote it. How about that?)

Fine, whatever. Dave, you had better remember to take this extra stuff out.

Sybil led us into the great room while Zach went to the bar and started opening wine bottles. Dave and Dawn were walking around the room admiring stuff. They completed their tour in front of the bar, and Dave took advantage of the moment to ask a bazillion questions about the place. I could understand his fascination. I shared it, but I wanted to set the tone for some serious chain yanking later, so I pretended that it wasn’t any different from any other house I had ever been in.

I wasn’t paying attention to Dave’s questions, so I vaguely remember some of the details. The house had ten thousand square feet of living space, plus a four-season pool, plus hot tub plus, plus, plus, all sitting on twenty acres of meadow and old-growth forest. Zach was the architect, and Sybil was the designer. They had built it with the idea of housing multiple families. Long term the couple wanted to meet sympathetic souls and live as a group. I envied his ability to be that optimistic. ...

... I doubted that once he filled his house, all the people in it would get along as well as he had hoped, but you never know.

We all gathered around the bar as Zach handed out glasses. The women gradually clustered together, leaving us guys to satisfy Dave’s need for excruciating detail regarding the house. I’ll admit that the place was amazing, but damn, Dude, give it a rest.

Growing rapidly bored with talk of retention straps and tornado-proofing, I glanced over at the ladies. They had moved to the rug in front of the fireplace and were stretched out talking. While Dave and Zach waxed poetic about laminated beams, I admired the fireplace and the ladies sitting in front of it.

The room didn’t have a flat or vaulted ceiling. It was more of an elliptical dome with the end cut off at the fireplace wall. The ceiling was over ten feet high and should have made the room feel massive. Instead, the curved ceiling and side walls made it feel intimate and not as large as it really is.

The fireplace wall was floor-to-ceiling field stone, and the mantle over the fireplace was a huge live-edge slab of Walnut. The fireplace opening was roughly four feet high and twelve feet long. It was fed by natural gas, but you could burn actual logs as well.

I saw Sybil lean over my reclining wife and kiss her softly on the lips. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then their mouths met again. This time, the kiss continued for some time. The conversation between Dave and ...