The Founding Of Swing Island

By Charlie Wish

George Markhams is shortish slightly overweight and slightly balding man who after two failed marriages lives alone in a rented flat in south London. He is not much to look at, has a small cock, only 5 and a half inches when fully erect. George is also a sex addict but rarely gets any. Both his wives were great at first but quickly tired of him and found his constant need for sex annoying.

He did have a girlfriend between his two marriages that indulged him more and introduced him to swinging and encouraged his bisexual side out but that relationship didn't last either and only made his hunger for sex worse. The more desperate he became the harder he found it to get laid. It seemed that he was just not ANY woman's type.

This was all about to change completely, unsuspected by George, and in a BIG way

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Wish
• Release date: Apr 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370074396

Charlie Wish

I live full time in an American RV and travel europe all year round. I came to writing quite late in life have had a programming background that I am bored with now and writing has given me a new lease of life. I love to give people pleasure. I find it almost as rewarding as receiving pleasure myself. I write erotica for the simple reason that I can give many people a lot of pleasure not only by exciting them but hopefully in assisting in them reaching their climax the ultimate in pleasure. I hope you enjoy my books and if you do please leave me a comment or visit my blog at http://charliewish.blogspot.com/

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The founding of Swing Island

An erotic novella

by Charlie Wish

Copyright 2017 Charlie Wish

Published by Charlie Wish at Smashwords

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Warning

This story contains explicit details of sexual acts between consenting adults. If explicit details of sexual activity between heterosexual and bisexual men and women or watersports are likely to offend you in any way then please do not read any further.

Chapter 1. Prologue

George Markhams is shortish slightly overweight and slightly balding man who after two failed marriages lives alone in a rented flat in south London. He is not much to look at, has a small cock, only 5 and a half inches when fully erect. George is also a sex addict but rarely gets any. Both his wives were great at first but quickly tired of him and found his constant need for sex annoying.

He did have a girlfriend between his two marriages that indulged him more and introduced him to swinging and encouraged his bisexual side out but that relationship didn't last either and only made his hunger for sex worse. The more desperate he became the harder he found it to get laid. It seemed that he was just not ANY woman's type.

This was all about to change completely, unsuspected by George, and in a BIG way.

Chapter 2. The Phone Call

On his day off from the electronics shop he works at George likes to sit around his small rented flat in the nude watching daytime TV or simply just daydreaming. The flat is simply furnished, as he doesn't really need many things, the exception is his excessively large flat screen TV which takes up most of the wall.

Despite being a bright sunny Wednesday morning the curtains are still closed and the room is lit by the glare from his TV as George is sitting naked on his couch watching some morning show whilst idly touching his flaccid cock and wishing the presenters did this show in the nude.

When his phone rings it startles George and he stares at it wondering who the hell could be ringing him at home on a Wednesday, his day off. Ah yes, of course, it will be his manager wanting him to come into the shop because some muppet as rang in sick and his manager is too bone fucking idle to do any work himself. George seriously considers not answering it so he doesn't have to get dressed and go to work. The incessant ringing eventually cracks him and he picks the handset up.

Hello, George says as he brings up to his ear.

Oh hello, is that George Markhams? says the female voice on the phone.

Yes, who is this please? A little confused as this is not the voice he expected of his idiot manager, for starters, this is a female voice, and quite a fit sounding one at that, not a male voice, which his manager certainly is.

I am sorry to trouble you. I work for Pearson, Pearson and Fitch solicitors and we are trying to trace a George Howard Markhams the son of Louise Markhams nee Wallace.

DAMN DAMN DAMN thought George why the hell didn't I find out who the hell it was before admitting who I was.

It's nothing to worry about sir, said the voice Are you the gentleman we are seeking?

George was still suspicious. Yes, Louise was my mother.

Oh good, at long last, we have been trying to find you for 3 months now. It's regarding your late uncle, Jeffery Wallace.

Who?

Your mother's half brother, Jeffery Wallace.

I didn't know she had any siblings.

Apparently she only had the one-half brother. Would it be possible for you to come into the office to see Mr Fitch?

Why?

Nothing bad, don't worry, Mr Fitch wishes to discuss Mr Wallace's estate with you.

Errr OK.

Oh good. Will this afternoon be convenient? You will need to bring your birth certificate and some form of photo ID with you. How does 2:30 sound?

Probably will be OK depends where your offices are?

In Wakemore street just off the high street, 5th door on the left.

Ah yes I know the street, see you at 2:30.

Chapter 3. Inheritance

Good afternoon Mr Markhams. said Mr Fitch as he shakes Georges hand as he gently directs him into a wood-panelled office with a large impressive looking desk covered in piles of papers surrounded by many bookshelves groaning under the weight of too many books. Very much exactly what you expect a solicitor's office to be like.

Please sit down Mr Markhams. indicating to a rather plush looking leather chair.

As I understand my secretary has explained this is regarding the estate of your late uncle Jeffery Wallace who passed away 5 months ago. It appears that you are the sole heir to his entire estate.

OK, great, but I have no idea who he is, err, was, my mother never spoke of him. said George.

Yes we had a lot of trouble tracking any heir of Mr Wallace, but eventually found he had a half sister, your mother you know, and her only son, that's you.

Well, it's a bit of a surprise I must say. I wonder if my mum even knew he existed.

"I can't say. Shall I proceed or would you like a moment to yourself? asked the solicitor.

No carry on I'm curious as to where this is going. replied George.

Mr Wallace was a bit of a recluse and a somewhat wealthy one at that.

With this, George sat up very straight and his mind began to race. Just how wealthy? George blurted out without thinking. The solicitor smiled at him and said Shall I just cut to the chase, so to speak?

Y-Yes please. stammered George.

To put it simply, continued the solicitor he was a billionaire with his own Island in the South Pacific.

Georges mouth just fell open and his whole world began to spin. An-an-an-an and you say I am his only heir?

Yes sir. SUSAN GET IN HERE QUICKLY MR MARKHAMS HAS FAINTED.

Three days later George is sitting at a table for two in the restaurant in what he can only make out is the most expensive hotel he has ever seen, let alone set foot in. He is set to meet a lady called Ellie who was explained to him, was his uncles assistant or something like that but he really didn't quite understand and was assured all will be explained by this Ellie.

Right on time the maître d' appeared at Georges table and introduces Ellie. Georges eyes nearly pop out of his head as standing in front of him with her hand outstretched is the most perfectly beautiful girl he has ever seen. Ellie is 5'8" tall with long blond flowing hair, the most piercing blue eyes, flawless skin with full lips. She was wearing a figure-hugging white dress over her hourglass figure with a low cut that displayed a perfect cleavage.

George quickly rose almost causing his chair to tip over backward and probably would have, had the maître d' not been right there to steady it, with a very subtle smile that George totally failed to notice. After all the poor chap was just presented with the girl of his dreams who was holding her hand out to be shaken.

To be shaken. Shit thought George she must think I'm an idiot. Here I am drooling at her and she is offering her hand. Take it you blasted idiot. Very pleased to meet you Miss. George finally said as she shook her perfectly delicate hand.

Please, Mr Markhams call me Ellie. she smiles back at him with the voice of an angel which just makes George melt.

P P P Please call me George. stammers George. Shit fuck bugger thinks George I've never fucking stammered in my life. Why the fuck could she not be some old maid my uncle had employed rather than this goddess. I'm acting like a sodding idiot.

Over the next hour, Ellie explains that she was employed by his late uncle a few years ago to help manage his estate. He really didn't like dealing with people at all so it was down to her to attend meetings etc to conduct whatever business he needed doing. His uncle preferred to stay on his Island. She ran through some of the various companies he owned and just the major investments he has made and explained about the financial consultants and accountants he retained to ensure his money was well invested on a global scale.

During this rather boring run down of corporate and investment dealings, which George was quite capable of understanding, heard very little of, as his mind was just too busy trying to work out how he could get this beautiful young woman, that was far out of his league, in fact not even on the same planet of his league, into bed with him and fantasising of the hours of rampant sex he would have.

So George, what do you think?

Errrr sorry what, it's a lot to take in, sorry

With a little giggle, she says I was asking if you wished to retain my services?

"Oh yes indeed. Yes please. You are probably, I mean you are defiantly what