ASL2: Chapter 47 "An Ordinary Wednesday"

-- CHAPTER 47: An Ordinary Wednesday --

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-- WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 21, 2009 (NINE DAYS LATER) --

9:29 AM

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hands and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head bobbing up and down in my lap before my heavy eyelids closed themselves. At first, I couldn’t remember who I’d gone to sleep with last night (I know: first world problems), nor was I in a particular hurry to figure it out. I was still quite sleepy and somewhat inclined to ignore the wet, tight pleasure being lavished upon my morning wood and just nod off back to sleep. I would readily admit I was a spoiled, spoiled man to even think about falling back to sleep rather than enjoying an expertly-crafted blowjob, but them’s the facts.

In the end, the blowjob itself was too good to let me fall back asleep. Pleasure coursed through my veins, amplifying the warm and fuzzy feelings of sleep in my mind until they became warm and fuzzy feelings of horniness. I reached up, set my hand atop my mystery lover’s head, and pressed down ever so gently. She took the hint, took a deep breath, and then swallowed my entire dick down to the root with ease. Of course, that little data point of information didn’t actually help me with identification. At the moment, there were quite a few brunettes cycling in and out of my life who could easily deep-throat my dick on command.

Since it was pretty late in the morning, the room was fairly well lit, but I still couldn’t immediately identify my morning fellatrix by the top of her dark-haired head - definitely a brunette - so that eliminated Dawn, Adrienne, and Summer from my calculations. But then she did this little swallowing thing, massaging my dick with her throat muscles, and some part of my sex-addled brain automatically identified a particular technique being used by a constricting throat belonging to one of only two cute young women in the world - and one of them was with her boyfriend in Miami.

“Fuuuuck, Cutie,” I groaned. “So fucking goooood…”

After her next suck, Kirstie Holland popped off my prick and grinned at me, her pearly white teeth flashing in the dim lighting. She started licking my prick like a lollipop, and when I reached up to pat her head, she giggled before promptly deep-throating my dick again.

Kirstie didn’t seem to be in any hurry to proceed. She seemed perfectly happy to just lie between my legs giving me a blowjob, and I wasn’t in any hurry to make her stop. To my right, Nora Cavaday was still out cold, her beautiful face looking so peaceful even though her mouth was open and she was drooling slightly. And to my left was Adrienne, as gorgeous as ever, buck naked and still asleep while wrapped around my left arm.

I found myself staring at Adrienne.

She looked… amazing.

She looked… beautiful.

She looked… perfect.

All these years later, all the ups and downs and twists and turns of our rollercoaster relationship, and I still got to wake up to find her head on the pillow next to me.

For nine days in a row now, I’d gotten to wake up with Adrienne’s head on the pillow next to me. In a way, this time period had been a repeat of Adrienne moving into my bedroom after she and Sasha broke up in Bora Bora. But this time, instead of crying herself to sleep every night after whining and moaning about all the things that had gone wrong, Adrienne and I would fuck up a storm with whoever else happened to be joining us.

Come to think of it, this time period was more like when she’d moved back in with me after leaving her New York modeling career behind - the time when she’d decided being with me was the most important thing in the world to her.

That morning after the Housewarming Party orgy, Sasha had done the honors of giving me a blowjob as an alarm clock while Adrienne remained buck naked and wrapped around my left arm, and then the three of us had one last out of this world threesome (and around the world… twice) before taking Sasha to the airport.

Tuesday night it was just Adrienne and me. There had been a few tears, but Adrienne kept it together and focused on the silver lining that she and I could still be in each other’s arms. Her slow-burn kiss of simmering passion morphed into a fierce liplock of nuclear power and we wound up fucking hard and fast. It was our way of making love.

Wednesday night, Dawn and Summer joined us for an out of this world foursome (and around the world… thrice), but Adrienne still remained glued to my left arm all night until the time we woke up (Dawn gave me the morning BJ).

Thursday night Jayden and Jordyn came to visit. I woke up spooning with Adrienne, titillated her senses to warm her up in her sleep, and then pushed my renewed erection into her from behind to wake her up. The Schenke Twins beside us woke up while I was still pumping Adrienne from behind, and Jordyn was quick to circle around, flip herself into a sixty-nine position on her side, and start the pair of hot babes licking each other while Jayden shoved her pretty tits into my face.

Friday night Dawn and I went to play basketball with the Kim and the other twins (feels wrong to call Eden and Emma the ‘other twins’, doesn’t it?). Obviously, I didn’t go home with them for a family foursome. Rather, Dawn, Summer, and I went home to The Nest to find Adrienne masturbating with a vibrating egg up her ass holding up two strap-ons asking the three of us to make her airtight.

And I’ll give you exactly one guess as to who wanted to be made airtight next.

Saturday night, Adrienne and I visited the Tri-Delts. Believe it or not, we didn’t hook up with The Schenkes, Nora, or Kirstie. Instead, Adrienne and I wound up giving seven Tri-Delts the BB&A Experience, three of whom were brand new to us. The other four: Neera, Mi-young, Tova, and Cindy, were ex-pledges we’d occasionally boinked since Halloween.

And all that doesn’t even count the daytime visits. That Saturday night wasn’t the only time we conquered Tri-Delts together. It wasn’t exactly like Tri-Delt West, but the sorority girls weren’t shy about coming by The Nest and taking advantage of that charter mounted on the wall. If there was a silver lining to the twins taking a break from me, it was that I never had to worry about protecting “the family secret”, as it were.

Also, June was on paid leave just like me, and even though we no longer spent any time in the office, she still enjoyed daily “brainstorming sessions”. On the bright side, we no longer had to make them quickies in any sense of the word. The bulk of her non-sex time was spent with Kim nowadays, the two of them enjoying their burgeoning relationship. She also visited with Eve and the twins a lot.

And of course, Dawn and Summer would come back to the house in-between classes. And hell, I think Nora spent more time with them than she did with me.

Sunday, Adrienne and I drove into the city to have brunch with Dayna and Monique St. Claire. My favorite memory from that little tryst was pulling my dick out of Monique’s upside-down face after skull-fucking the hell out of the busty blonde and then steadily prying open Dayna’s beautiful butthole with my big dick.

No, actually, my favorite memory was when Dayna, Monique, and Adrienne stacked themselves over the foot of Dayna’s bed letting me sodomize the three ridiculously busty blondes one after the other merely by pulling out and adjusting the angle of my dick. Cornholing Monique while spanking Dayna’s buttcheek with my left hand and spanking Adrienne’s asscheek with my right hand? Yeah, definitely a favorite memory.

That’s not to say I was having sex twenty-four seven or anything like that. Adrienne had never worked a nine-to-five job, although her personal trainer met her at a private gym in Berkeley five days a week for a couple of hours at a time. Since I didn’t have to go into the office, she invited me to come with her and I got in some pretty good workouts that didn’t involve carrying a girl around the room crunching my abdominals to thrust in and out of her.

In fairness, I liked my workouts better, but I digress…

I also caught up on reading, watching videos on the internet, and just… spending time with the girls. All of a sudden, I had an extra nine to ten hours a day that weren’t tied up with work nor tied up with emotional angst or fear of getting arrested and thrown in jail. I had time for… well… quality time.

And a lot of that time was spent with Adrienne.

Like I said: for nine days in a row now, I’d gotten to wake up with Adrienne’s head on the pillow next to me. And I found myself wondering how long she could continue to sleep in my bed instead of hers.

Was it so bad that I hoped it might be forever?

Like I said: I found myself staring at Adrienne. And I found myself wondering what she’d look like with her head on the pillow next to me when we were old and gray, after another sixty years in a row of sleeping together.

It was a very pleasant thought indeed.

Unlikely… but pleasant.

At the very least, I’d enjoy the sight for now, however long it lasted.

Eventually, I patted Kirstie’s head and invited my Cutie to come climb aboard. She had been rubbing herself while going down on me, so she was wet and ready by the time she crawled into my lap, sank down with a deep sigh of satisfaction, and started going for a gentle ride. She tried not to wake the others, but even with the latest pocketed-coil technology, there was no mistaking the rhythmic way Kirstie’s undulations rocked the bed.

Nora was the first to wake. She smirked, kissed my shoulder, realized how sloppy her kiss was, and tried to slurp up her drool. She then rubbed ineffectually at my wet shoulder before smirking and setting her head back down, inclined to go back to sleep. At the very least, she kept her eyes closed and tried to enjoy a few more minutes of shut-eye.

Adrienne woke when Kirstie couldn’t stop herself from whimpering. My Tigress purred as she came awake, a low rumble in her throat that picked up in volume when her nose started twitching at the scent of wet pussy. Her golden irises flared as she opened her eyes and took in Kirstie’s nubile, writhing form. But then once she took stock of the situation, she grinned a happy grin and leaned in to give me a nuclear-powered kiss.

One kiss turned to two. Two turned to four, and then eight, and then the next thing I knew I was in a full-blown makeout session with my ex-fiancée. But eventually Adrienne paused for breath, and she pulled away from me with a wicked smile. Then, she sat up and shifted around behind Kirstie, the Tigress turning her attention to a relative kitten as she started gnawing on my Cutie’s neck while reaching around to paw at the slender brunette’s perky tits and budding clit.

When Adrienne first pulled away, I found that Nora had opened her eyes and was staring at us intently. She took advantage of my Tigress’s departure to take over making out with me. But that only lasted for a minute before Nora got up, swung her knee over my head facing the headboard, and started going for a ride on my face.

I grabbed onto Nora’s well-shaped booty and really feasted on her succulent flavor. She grabbed onto the top of the headboard, moaning and groaning her pleasure all the while. After a while, I slithered my hands up her slender form to grab onto her titties and pinch her nipples, making her moan even more. And at the same time, I felt Kirstie really start to hammer her light body up and down my prick.

My Cutie came first, crying out her climax around my cock with assistance from Adrienne. She toppled off my prick and Adrienne was quick to bend over and hoover my slimy schlong straight into her mouth. I got Nora off shortly after, and then I got Nora’s body off my face shortly after that. I rolled the lissome brunette with the angel face onto her back, quickly rolled after her, and rapidly rammed my rigid rod right into her pink penis garage so fast that I tripped her into another orgasm almost right away.

Meanwhile, Adrienne had parked her face between Kirstie’s thighs, licking and slurping at the younger girl’s sweet snatch with glee while the cute brunette squealed and squirmed, getting HER second orgasm almost right away.

And then when Nora came down from her high, she looked up at me with an impish grin, grabbed my head, and purred into my ear with a neatly proper English accent, “Will you please fuck my ass?”

Well, since she asked so nicely…

I pulled out almost immediately by way of answer, and Nora reached into the nightstand table to grab a bottle of lube. She handed it to me, flipped over, and then reached back to spread her own asscheeks with both hands.

Awesome.

Meanwhile, Adrienne had recognized what we were getting up to, and she shifted her aim lower to start giving Kirstie a rimjob. The cute brunette again squealed and squirmed, but once she saw me easing my fat cock into my Angel Face’s tight asshole, she then stared up at me with a hunger in her eyes that told me under no uncertain terms that I’d be doing the same thing to her next.

So yeah, I banged my big dick up Nora’s backdoor until the pretty brunette screamed in unholy ecstasy. By the time she finished screaming, Kirstie was right next to her, facedown and reaching back with both hands to spread her own asscheeks in anticipation of my entrance.

And as I started easing my big dick into my Cutie’s tight asshole while she groaned and strained and then turned back to smile at me with an expression of intimately fulfilled contentment, Adrienne and I shared a wicked grin.

Awesome.

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12:32 PM

That morning session had ended with me alternating between Nora’s and Kirstie’s assholes before pulling out and spraying down Kirstie’s cutie patootie with ribbons of sperm, and then sitting back on my heels to watch Nora and Adrienne fight over the right to lick up every last trace.

But after that, the Tri-Delts had to get to their 11AM classes, and Adrienne and I headed out to get an early lunch together. I grabbed the keys to her Porsche, pulled it out of the garage, and then we headed downtown.

The meal itself was nothing special: I stocked up on calories while Adrienne had some cold-pressed juice concoction that smelled like rotten seaweed. And rather than head back home, we decided to go for a hike at Albany Bulb.

Adrienne and I walked hand-in-hand along the shoreline. It was a pleasant day, not too cold, and the wind was fairly calm. Adrienne was bundled up in a thick jacket and comfortable pants that covered up her outrageous curves so that she was merely “voluptuous” instead of “traffic-stopping gorgeous”, along with a black beanie that let her golden-blonde hair hang out.

The omnipresent clouds blocked out any direct sunlight, but it was still pretty bright out. We walked the first big straightaway of the peninsula in companionable silence, just enjoying the fresh air, neither of us feeling any particular need to talk. In the middle of a random January weekday, it felt like we were the only two people in the entire world.

For the most part, I was looking out at the scenery. One thing about “The Bulb” was that it was ever-changing. The vast majority of artwork was from found materials and spray-paint. Flimsy sculptures sometimes lasted only a few days before the wind knocked them over. Elaborate murals got painted over frequently. So there was always something new to see.

But while I kept admiring the artwork, I noticed after a while that Adrienne kept glancing over at me. The next time she did so - while we happened to be staring at an elaborate dragon that must’ve been twenty feet across - I looked right back at her with a questioning look on my face, and she immediately averted her gaze and blushed like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar or something.

“What?” I asked, a goofy grin on my face until she finally looked back at me. “Do I have a booger stuck to my cheek or something?”

“Eww, no.” Adrienne smirked and turned to face me. She stepped into my personal space, put both of my hands around her waist, and then wrapped her arms around my neck.

I recognized a clear invitation and tilted my head to softly press my lips to hers. She gave me her trademark slow-burn kiss, in no hurry to stop, and we made out like that for a minute or two. Eventually, she pulled back and I smiled down at her, just enjoying the moment. There was no need for me to ask if there was any particular reason she’d wanted a kiss. I already knew the answer would be: just because.

But after another ten seconds or so of smiling at me, the light in Adrienne’s golden eyes faded. She bowed her head, sighed wearily, and then leaned forward to hook her chin over my left shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” I asked while stroking her spine.

“I don’t deserve you,” she mumbled.

I sighed. “Not this again.” Adrienne had said that exact phrase a lot over the past nine days.

“I don’t.”

“I thought you agreed to let me decide what I do and don’t deserve. I’M lucky to have you in my life, and having you near means the world to me. I’m happy to be here for you.”

“You’re always here for me.”

“Your line is: ‘Thank you.’”

Adrienne pulled back enough to look into my eyes. She wasn’t crying, but I could see the moisture in hers.

“Thank you,” she said simply, although her voice was full of heartfelt emotion. “Thank you for being whatever I need you to be whenever I need you to be it. Thank you for being wherever I need you to be wherever I need it. Thank you for being my Rock. Thank you for being my lover. Thank you for… Thank you for being… my brother.”

I smiled and briefly pecked her forehead. “You’re welcome.”

“But I’m being selfish again.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am. This is the exact same thing that happened between us after Bora Bora. I’ve spent every single night in your bed--”

“Fucking my brains out. That’s certainly quite different compared to post-Bora Bora.”

“I’m leaning on you for emotional support.”

“At a time when I know you need emotional support and I’m happy to provide it.”

“I’ve made this time period all about me.”

“Shortly after I made a time period all about ME,” I pointed out. “I was an emotional mess after the 4D thing happened.”

“And Dawn became your primary support to help you through that - Dawn and Summer. I was still in San Francisco worrying about my final few days with Sasha.”

“As you should’ve been.”

“But now I feel guilty that I wasn’t here with you.”

“I didn’t mind. Really.”

“You didn’t mind because again, Dawn and Summer gave you the support you needed. Not me. You didn’t need me. And yet here I am, trying so hard to not fall to pieces, and the only reason why I’ve succeeded as much as I have is because of you.”

I squeezed her tight and pecked her forehead again. “I love you. I WANT to be here for you.”

“And I WANT to be there for YOU. I know I said that before, but in the end… when the opportunity was there to be your emotional support… I wasn’t around.”

“You were around enough. I really have no complaints. I got through it.”

“Thanks to Dawn.”

“And thanks to you. You and Sasha were both very understanding and supportive during the time we had together. And now? Right now I’m enjoying the unexpected vacation of being on paid leave of absence. Haven’t we had fun together for the last nine days?”

Adrienne smiled and thought back over everything we’d done together… and everyONE we’d ‘done’ together, too. It really had been a LOT of girls in the past nine days. “Yeah… we’ve certainly been having fun.”

“I’m glad.”

“Me too. With Sasha flying away, this could’ve been a really rough time for me. Instead you’ve somehow managed to make it one of the happiest periods of my life despite my occasional pang of missing Sasha. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“But again, I’ve somehow made the last nine days all about me. It’s always about me. I want to make it about you. I want to be whatever you need me to be. How can I be the one emotionally supporting you? Like, you wanted the big house with everyone nearby, and now we’re living in The Nest. I realize it didn’t exactly turn out the way we’d both imagined: just you, me, Dawn, and Summer. But the others are nearby still, so… close enough for now?”

“Not just ‘close enough’,” I clarified. “When push came to shove, you were willing to accommodate MY wishes to buy the house next door to Kim, BJ, and June instead of remaining locked into the massive harem mansion of your dreams.”

“I still want the massive harem mansion, by the way. The real estate market is tanking, and I don’t think it’s gonna hit rock bottom for another year.”

“Regretting that we bought this house? Worried it’s going to lose its value?”

“No. It’s the house you wanted. No regrets. We can still fix it up and rent it out to college students when we move to a bigger Nest, or whatever other name we come up with. Tri-Delt South, perhaps? Ooh, Tri-Delt Nest.”

I snorted. “The point is: you were careful and considerate and more than generous to get this place for me.”

Adrienne sighed. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I got the place for ME. I’ve spent the last nine nights in bed with you. I did what I did for myself as much as I did it for you.”

“This is the part where I tell you that there’s nothing wrong with taking action to make yourself happy, so long as it’s not at the expense of someone else’s happiness. Can we agree on saying, ‘We both got what we wanted’?”

“Fair enough. But now that The Nest is done, what else can I do for you? How else can I help you get your Happily Ever After?”

I shook my head. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just continue to be with me.”

“I’m serious. What else do you want?”

“I’m serious too. There’s nothing else I need right now, save perhaps the reassurance that you’ll stay with me for a while.”

“I could promise to stay with you forever. I could marry you.”

I pulled my head back. “Don’t joke about that, please.”

Adrienne stared into my eyes. Her mouth was a tight line, and there was obvious tension in her gaze. She swallowed thickly and asked with a bit of a rasp in her voice, “And what if I wasn’t joking?”

I leveled her with a look.

Adrienne immediately averted her eyes and sighed. “I know, I know. Sasha just flew away and she’s skiing with Lea and Giulia in the Swiss Alps right now. It would be so easy for me to rebound with you.”

“It would be, which is why I don’t think that question was sincere.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I understand the impulse, at the very least.”

“Promises of marriage aside, I do honestly want to be whatever you need right now. I want to focus on ways to make you happy without having selfish ulterior motives. I want to be better. I want to be better FOR YOU.”

“You don’t need to be better. I think you’re doing great right now.”

“I think I’m doing great right now, but that’s only because I’m so focused on it right now. Focusing on you helps me think less about how much I miss Sasha right now. I need to be distracted!”

I smirked and chided in a sarcastic tone, “Oh, so it IS about you. It IS about making me happy while simultaneously making things so that you’re happy too.”

Adrienne made a face. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Relax, relax,” I laughed. “I keep telling you: there’s nothing wrong with coming up with solutions where we both get what we want. People are meant to do that: make each other happy. But it’s all pointless if they’re making themselves miserable at the same time. Now I don’t want you deliberately railroading me into an unwanted situation out of a selfish desire to get something for yourself. But otherwise? Please continue thinking about ways to make us BOTH happy and I think you’ll be just fine.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

“So if I want to drag us behind that big tree over there and pull down your pants so I can give you a blowjob and therefore make us BOTH happy, that’s okay with you?”

I snickered and shrugged. “Well, I’m not gonna say ‘no’.”

Adrienne beamed, grabbed my hand, and started tugging. “Let’s go!”

****

2:13 PM

“Ben, Claudine… Claudine, this is our big brother, Ben!”

I extended a hand out for a shake, smiling warmly at the slender but stacked French girl with dark auburn hair. But rather than accept my hand, the beautiful young woman stepped into me for a hug and pecked both of my cheeks.

“So pleezed to finally meet you!” the freckled redhead enthused in a bubbly and sweetly melodious voice with a thick French accent. “Daveed and Ahmburr have had zo manee gud thingz to zay aboot you.”

“Uh, thank you. Have Eve and the twins been nice to you?”

“More than nice, I would say,” Claudine replied with a wink and an impish giggle, a world of innuendo in her voice.

I shot a look over to Eden and Emma, but my baby sisters were just smirking and enjoying my momentary discomfort. I didn’t THINK they’d fallen into bed with the freckled redhead… at least not yet. But I could tell it had crossed their minds.

And from the way Claudine was smirking, I had a feeling it might’ve crossed HER mind as well.

You just HAD to pick this time to cut yourself off from the twins now, didn’t you? Couldn’t you have waited a few weeks to get into a wicked hot foursome with new gorgeous coed?

Dude, I’ve got enough on my plate as it is.

“So where’s Adrienne?” Eve asked as Claudine stepped back and all five of us sat down. Eden and Eve sat together on the couch to my left, Emma and Claudine were on the couch across the coffee table, and I took the armchair. Although I’d coordinated with Amber to get Claudine and the twins a meet and greet the first day of classes with no idea whether or not they’d hit it off, this was the first time the twins had brought Claudine back to The Birdhouse after classes, and Emma had texted asking if I could come over.

“Oh, she was already scheduled to meet her personal trainer, so she just dropped me off,” I explained. “Thank you, by the way. This visit got me out of going with her. Adrienne’s trainer seems to take a perverse delight in wearing me out, and not in a good way.”

The girls snickered at that.

“Another time, perhaps?” Claudine asked cutely. “I’d very much like to meet a famous supermodel.”

“Of course,” I assured her. “So how are you settling in? Are you enjoying Berkeley?”

Claudine smiled. “The people, yes. Your sisters and their friends have been so nice and welcoming. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this past week without them.”

I arched an eyebrow, sensing a ‘but’ coming, but didn’t say anything.

Claudine did raise both of her eyebrows as well, adding, “But… the schoolwork has definitely been a challenge. I wanted this challenge, of course. But I have… eh, struggled… to always be listening and speaking in English.”

“Your English is great!” Emma said encouragingly.

“Merci. Thank you. I always thought my English was great, but reading textbooks in English is… difficile, no? And there is a difference between practicing my English at home for a little while at a time, and being in another country with nobody else who speaks French.”

“Je parle français!” Eve protested immediately. But then she pinched her thumb and index finger together, adding, “Un peu français.”

Claudine giggled and rattled off something in French so fast I couldn’t keep up. Eve giggled too and replied something about Claudine remembering she’d only taken three years of French in high school.

I glanced at Emma and remarked, “You should have Dayna and Monique come over just so Claudine can have what’ll feel like a ‘normal’ conversation.”

My babiest baby sister nodded. “Way ahead of you. They’re coming on Sunday. Spend the day with us… spend the night with you.”

I chuckled and tried not to blush.

Eden leaned forward and gave me a quick wink. “So Claudine… Why don’t you tell Ben the real story of how you got to know David and Amber?”

I blinked and arched an eyebrow. “‘Real’ story?”

Claudine giggled and blushed pink enough to drown out her freckles. She covered her mouth with one hand and muttered something in French that by tone alone seemed to be complaining about Eden putting her on the spot. But after taking a deep breath, the pretty redhead put her hand down and began, “So my family was in Kauai, I had a new underwater camera, and I wanted to take pictures of the turtles…”

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4:21 PM

“Mmm… yeahhh…” Kim sighed in utter rapture as inch after inch of hot penis burrowed into tight pussy from behind. Bent over the dining table, with her jeans and bikini-cut panties around her ankles, my normally hyper-focused-on-school-and-parenting baby mama now surrendered herself completely to pleasure. She turned her cheek to the hard, unyielding wood and spread her arms out to the sides, relaxing as much as possible until my pelvic bone was pressed up snugly against her bare buttcheeks. The usual inscrutable Mona Lisa expression she showed to anyone and everyone had been replaced by a deep-rooted smile of satisfaction as she stared back at me, her normally cool and analytical eyes now blazing with naked lust. And only then did she clench her own cunt around my cock as if to say ‘hello’.

“It’s awesome, right?” June asked excitedly. She sat on a dining table chair next to us, completely bottomless and masturbating while watching me penetrate her girlfriend.

Kim smiled shyly and sighed. “I don’t think there’s ever a bad position… as long as he’s inside me.”

“Yeah-yeah,” June said dismissively with a wave. “But the table!”

Kim wriggled a little, pinned to the dining table beneath me. It honestly wasn’t a position we’d done very often, and she muttered, “It’s uncomfortable. I mean, I think we did this a few times when I wanted him to just take me and have his way with me. I enjoyed feeling my Master take control of me and use me for his pleasure. But… I mean… if it’s up to me… the bed or even the couch would be more comfortable. The edge of the table really digs into my upper thighs this way, and I have to be up on my tiptoes to reach the floor.”

“That’s the best part!” June insisted. “Just held down by my man, with a little bit of pain to go with the pleasure. Maybe that’s why I like anal sex so much.”

“I think you just miss regular brainstorming sessions on that conference table in your office.”

June sighed. “I do have very fond memories of that table.”

“Then YOU get over here and bend over for him.”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

The next thing I knew, there was a second skinny Asian babe bent over the dining table before me to my right.

“Mmm… yeahhh…” June sighed in utter rapture as inch after inch of hot penis burrowed into tight pussy from behind. She stared back at me with a deep-rooted smile of satisfaction. And once I was fully seated deep inside her, she clenched her own cunt around my cock as if to say ‘hello’.

Kim smirked and started to push off the table, but June quickly shot out her hand and held it.

“No, stay with me,” June insisted.

I frowned. “Kim literally said a minute ago that it wasn’t comfortable for her.”

June kept her attention on Kim. “I want us to do this together. It may not be the most comfortable for you, but you can handle it for a little while. Ben won’t bang you that hard.”

Kim smiled brightly and then shot me a rather scolding look that clearly said, ‘See? SHE gets me.’

I rolled my eyes and kept slow-dicking June. But then after taking a deep breath, I pulled out, took a step back to the left, and started burrowing back inside of Kim.

June giggled. “Isn’t this fun?”

Kim reached out with her right hand closed. June promptly fist-bumped her, and then both girls laughed.

June looked up at me. “Switch back and forth between us for a while. I don’t mind if you don’t make me cum, but make sure Kim gets off first. Then I want you to ram it up my ass and make it really hard and fast like when we’re in the office and have a teleconference in ten minutes, m’kay?”

I chuckled and nodded. “M’kay.”

****

5:48 PM

“So if I have four groups of two cars…” I guided, bringing in two more Matchbox cars together alongside the three pairs already on the floor.

“Eight cahz!” BJ enthused happily.

“Yes! Eight cars!” I started giving BJ a round of applause. He joined me in clapping and started laughing as well, drooling a little onto his bib.

BJ turned around to look at the couch where June was reclining sideways against the armrest with her Kindle, catching up on eBooks. “Joo! Joo! Eight cahz!”

June pulled her attention away from her screen long enough to smile and say encouragingly, “That’s great, little man!”

“Wait-wait-wait!” I held a hand up and turned to face my son with a serious expression on my face. “Now BJ… What if I add one more group of two cars? Then there would be FIVE groups of two cars. Five times two.”

BJ looked up into my open palm, upon which I’d placed two more matchbox cars. He looked down at the four pairs already on the floor, grinned, and announced, “Ten cahz!”

“That’s right! Five times two equals ten!” I looked back at June. “My son is a genius!”

“My dad would be so proud,” June drawled in a deadpan that made her sarcasm quite clear. “Hey BJ, what’s three times two?”

BJ held up two of the matchbox cars and got up to toddle over to the couch. “Two cahz! Two cahz for Joo!”

June leveled her gaze at me. “Not a genius.”

BJ looked confused. “Joo want three cahz?”

June tousled BJ’s hair. “Three times two is six, little man.”

BJ looked more confused.

I rolled my eyes. “We’ll get there. Counting cars is one thing. Understanding word problems… we’ll get there.”

By now, Kim had come to kneel down behind me, gave me a firm hug, and kissed my cheek. “Good job, Daddy. You can keep practicing later. Dinner’s ready.”

BJ, meanwhile, had created two piles of cars, with three cars in each stack. “Joo! Joo! Two uhhh… three cahz! Six cahz! Two, three… six cahz!”

June pursed her lips. “Slightly more impressive.”

BJ beamed.

****

8:34 PM

“Seven. Robber,” June stated matter-of-factly as she reached across the table to take hold of the black wooden piece.

Bert swore and tossed three sheep and two grain back into the pile. I sighed, stared at my spread of eight cards, and turned in four of them, muttering, “At least I’ll still keep my settlement.”

“Not this time you won’t,” Lynne pointed out.

I looked up, and sure enough, June needed a clay card, and I had the only one. Frowning, I looked over everyone’s face-up cards and reasoned that if I dumped my clay card, she wouldn’t want anything else I had left and would in fact more likely go after one of Bert’s three rock. So I went ahead and dumped my clay card, leaving myself with a wood, two sheep, and a grain.

Sure enough, June frowned at my cards with an audible grump, gestured around the board in a counterclockwise circle, and reached out to plant the robber on Bert’s Number 8 Rock hexagon.

But before she could actually set down the piece, Bert quickly held out his hands, “Hey-hey-hey, let’s not be hasty. Surely we can come to some kind of accommodation. Put the robber on Ben’s 6 and I’ll trade you the rock.”

“Why would I trade you anything for the rock when I have a three-fifths probability of stealing it from you now?” June retorted. “AND I’ll be blocking your 8, by the way.”

“I’ll give you two for one?” Bert offered.

“No deal. I need these to make a development card.”

“I… uh… well there must be something you want.”

June mused on that and shrugged. “Say you’ll stick your dick in my ass and we’ll call it square.”

It was a good thing Bert wasn’t drinking anything because he did a spit-take that would’ve sprayed down the whole table otherwise.

“Haven’t we been over this?” Lynne groaned. “No non-game-related deals that would violate the integrity of the game.”

June frowned. “I was joking, obviously.”

Lynne waggled her head. “Even if you weren’t, there’s no room for sex in Settlers. There are too many sheep jokes I really don’t want to even think about. AFTER the game, if you still wanna discuss borrowing my husband’s dick, we can have that conversation.”

I snorted and started chuckling under my breath.

June eyed Lynne curiously. “Are you being serious?”

“Of course.”

June glanced at Bert. Bert glanced at me. I glanced at June. I could see the gears and sprockets turning in June’s brain, enough to know she was actually considering it. She glanced over at Bert, who was clearly giving my ex-project partner the once over. And then she turned back to Lynne, saying, “Aren’t you going to tell your husband to get his mind out of the gutter? We’ve done this before. He’s supposed to call you Sweet-Peach and then you’ll get madder at him.”

Lynne chuckled. “Not anymore.”

“Seriously, I was trying to make a joke. Obviously, I still need to work on my humor.”

“Most jokes are rooted in the truth.” Lynne folded her arms flat on the table and leaned forward. She gave June a sincere look and asked, “Would you really like to find out what my husband’s dick feels like up your ass? I won’t mind, honestly. If you’re asking my permission, the answer is: yes.”

June blinked twice and her eyes got really big. She definitely didn’t seem prepared to be called on her bluff, and I could see her starting to raise up the walls and shut herself down, as it were.

I reached out with my right hand and gently touched Lynne’s arm. “I don’t think June’s ready to answer that question yet. Not tonight.”

June’s eyes were still as wide as saucers, and she abruptly pushed her chair back and twisted out of her seat. Before any of us could react, she promptly fled out the apartment door and shut it hard enough with a bang for me to immediately look over to the couch where BJ was asleep beneath a blanket.

But my son remained asleep, and I stood up from the table. “I’ll go talk to her.”

“I’m sorry,” Lynne apologized. “I shouldn’t have pushed her.”

I shook my head. “You didn’t do anything wrong. June’s just not used to dealing with these urges and feelings. She’ll get there. I’ll be right back.”

With that, I went first to grab June’s long peacoat - it was a cold winter night outside - and then left the apartment while being careful to close the door quietly.

June hadn’t gone far. She sat on a bench down by the apartment complex’s laundry room where the dryer vent was pumping out hot air nearby. Still, she was quite cold and hugging herself, so she offered me no resistance when I started wrapping her peacoat around her. Then, I sat down beside her on the bench and pulled her into my lap sideways so I could hug her and vigorously rub her arms and back as well.

It took a couple of minutes for her to stop shivering, and when she did, she leaned over and set the side of her head down on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ge Ge,” she said quietly.

“Whatever are you apologizing for?”

“For wondering what it would be like with Bert’s dick up my ass.”

I frowned. “Haven’t I already made clear I’m perfectly fine with that if it’s what you want? This isn’t the first time you’ve brought up the possibility.”

“It’s not that I don’t love you anymore.”

“I know you do.”

“And it’s not even that I have a particular craving for Bert. I mean, he’s nice and he’s good-looking enough. It doesn’t mean you’re not good enough for me. It’s just…” Her voice trailed off.

“It’s just that you’re curious,” I finished for her. “As I said: this isn’t the first time you’ve brought up the possibility.”

June shook her head. “Before, it was just an idea - a theoretical concept. I wanted to sample another dick for… well… for scientific research.”

“Scientific research?” I snorted. “Now I’m imagining you with your hair in a bun, safety goggles, and a white lab coat bending over a laboratory bench with a clipboard taking notes while ten guys with nametags identifying them as ‘Specimen A’, ‘Specimen B’, ‘Specimen C’, etc. line up and take turns assfucking you.”

June shivered a little at the thought, and it wasn’t from the cold. She buried her face into the crook of my neck and moaned softly. But a moment later, she shook her head and stated firmly, “I could never actually DO that. You’re the only man I currently trust, and even Bert I’m having to work out in my head if I could ever let that happen.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

June sighed. “Kim likes him well enough. She says she’s known him for a long, long time, and he’s a good man.”

“He is,” I confirmed.

“She said he was in love with her for the longest time.”

I waggled my head. “He was infatuated with her, certainly. I wouldn’t go so far as to say ‘in love’. But he obviously cared about her, even if those feelings were never reciprocated, and they wound up being great friends. In the time that Kim’s father kept her away from me, at least Bert was able to stay in constant communication with her.”

June sighed. “I could never love him.”

“Nobody’s asking you to.”

“I’m still in love with you.”

I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “I still love you too, in my own way.”

June shivered and snuggled closer to me. “Would you really be okay with me having sex with Bert?”

I rubbed June’s head and squeezed her close. “I will happily support you in any way that I can.”

“Will you be there with me when it happens?”

“Of course.”

June snuggled her nose against my neck. “I still remember the double-Caesar salad.”

I snickered, thinking about that very first time June had ever been double-penetrated by my dick in her pussy and Dawn’s strap-on Ben Junior up her ass during the Decathlon. There had been a few repeats since then with me in one hole or the other.

June sighed. “Dawn told me there’s nothing else in the world that feels quite like it.”

I’d been pretty chill about the whole conversation up until this point, but the mention of Dawn made my heartbeat speed up a bit. Still, I took a deep breath and exhaled to keep myself calm, replying, “It makes sense that Dawn would say that.”

June looked up into my eyes. She scratched my chest and asked quietly, “You’re really okay with it?”

I could see the desire in June’s eyes and grinned. “Yes, I really am.”

“Will you help set it up for me?”

“Did you want to do it tonight?”

June’s eyes bugged out and she immediately tensed up. Shaking her head in the negative, she stammered, “N-No. Nuh-uh. I… I’m not ready yet.”

“That’s alright… that’s alright,” I soothed, rubbing her body down. “Not tonight. Another day. Just… Let me know whenever you feel ready, even if it’s ‘never’, alright? But if you do, let me know and I’ll talk to Bert and Lynne to get it worked out, alright?”

June nodded quietly, exhaled slowly, and I felt the tension leave her body with her breath. She set her head back down on my shoulder and sighed. “I’d like to go home now.”

“Sure thing.”

“Sorry we didn’t finish the game.”

I stroked June’s head and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “I’m sure there will be many more games of Settlers still to come.”

****

8:57 PM

When June opened the door and let us in, we were unsurprised to find all three women of the project team seated together on the living room couches, an empty bottle of red wine on the table between them.

“Hey guys,” Dawn greeted merrily as we came inside, giving us a little wave.

Kim immediately got up from her seat and came around to the stroller while I closed the door behind us. “I can handle him,” I assured her. “You can go back to your conversation.”

My hanamuguri rolled her eyes as if there were a snowball’s chance in hell of her NOT picking him up and taking him into his room. BJ stirred and muttered a bit when she lifted him from his stroller, but she quickly put his cheek down over her shoulder and murmured soothing phrases in Japanese as she carried him upstairs to her room.

I followed after and together we put our son to bed, patting him gently until he settled down and started rhythmically breathing once again.

I glanced around what was now BJ’s bedroom. Kim had moved all of her stuff into the master bedroom now that I was out, and we’d started putting posters on the wall and decorations befitting a young boy’s bedroom. Big stick-on decals of the sun and planets of the solar system dominated the main wall, and I’d used string and a pencil to trace orbits for each. The table lamp next to his toddler bed was themed after the Disney movie Cars, as was his water bottle and nightlight (an orange Cozy Cone). We waited for about a minute to make sure he was out, and only then did we leave the room, lock the baby gate, and close the door.

I drew Kim into my arms, and we shared a sweet kiss. No words were spoken, and none were needed. Then we turned and headed back downstairs.

Dawn and Summer were visibly drunk and horny. June looked pensive and eager to talk to Kim, so we said our goodbyes and then Dawn, Summer, and I left the house.

Less than a minute later, I opened the door to The Nest to let us in. That’s when Dawn grabbed me by the head, spun me around, and planted me against the back of the door while jamming her tongue down my throat. Summer giggled and started peeling off her clothes right there in the foyer, and I realized then that we weren’t going to make it upstairs to a bedroom. That was alright - as I said before: Adrienne had bought the living room furniture with sex in mind.

Speaking of Adrienne, she walked out of the office with a big grin on her face while Dawn and I were still playing tonsil-hockey. Summer beamed at the blonde and greeted, “Hey A.D.! Get a lot of work done tonight?”

“Yeah, but I’m happy to log off now. Social media is a LOT more work than I thought!”

“Maybe you should hire somebody to run your accounts now - your Twitter feed, at least,” Summer suggested.

“That’s what Taylor said. She doesn’t run any of her own media anymore, for obvious reasons, but I like the personal connection to my fans.”

“You say that now, but just wait until your Twitter account blasts past a million followers.”

“A million?” Adrienne laughed. “Don’t be crazy.”

“You never know.”

Dawn pulled her mouth off mine and tossed her head. Her silver hair went flying and she looked absolutely radiant. “Can we stop talking now? I need to get LAID. Summer! Take Master into the living room and get his dick all wet and ready for me.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Summer chirped happily. She’d managed to get her sweater off already, and unsnapped her bra. My eyes zeroed in on her absolutely incredible rack before she took me by the hand and rather giddily started skipping into the living room.

The next thing I knew, I was seated comfortably on the couch with a wicked hot redhead’s throat surrounding my shaft, her puffy lips wrapped around the very base of my dick. Kneeling on my left side, Dawn started feeding me one of her pretty pink nipples. A minute later, Adrienne got her shirt off and started feeding me one of HER pretty pink nipples.

A minute later, both gorgeous babes started sandwiching my head between all four of their breasts while they came together to start making out with each other.

Just an ordinary Wednesday in my life.

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