Educating the Capo Ch. 04

"Oh fuck… you know me so well baby." Her voice was more than a little breathy as she increased the rotation of her hips on my hard cock. For my part I just leaned back and relaxed as my lover did the driving.

Her movements were becoming more frantic as she raced toward what I knew would be the first of many orgasms tonight. Carol has been blessed with the ability to come many times in one session and often wore herself out on the end of my cock or tongue. There is only so much of this exquisite torture that I could take and it wasn't long before I gave up being a passive passenger and decided to help out. My hips rose and fell matching her spasmodic thrusts as we rocketed towards a mutual climax.

"Oh God Glenn… I'm gonna cum baby… cum with me… you ready? Cum with meeeeee…." That was it. Both of us dissolved into one giant orgasmic puddle as I felt her cunt clamp down on me at the same time as my balls exploded sending millions of wigglies deep into her lovely body. Outwardly Carol was as still as a statue while inside her pussy was convulsing around my still spewing cock. Her breath was hot in my ear as she gasped out her climax and the death grip she had on my other ear had me almost as still as she was. I was happy to ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm as I slowly started to subside and slip out of her. A few more convulsions and she collapsed on my chest panting.

"God that was incredible!" Maria's voice reached us from the doorway and brought us back from the euphoric state we were settling into. Carol's small scream brought giggles from the doorway along with Manny's deep laugh. Frantically Carol and I tried to straighten up without revealing any more than we had already put on show. Finally we were ready to face our adoring public.

"Jesus Christ you guys! How long have you been there?" Manny and Maria were snuggled together against the door frame sporting mile wide grins that weren't going to disappear any time soon.

"Oh no!" Carol muttered weakly as she hid her blush in my shirt front. As for me… well I had nowhere to go and had to face the music.

"Sorry boss. We came to see if you guys wanted to watch a movie and arrived in time for the finale. I've gotta say it beats anything you've got in your DVD collection big guy." His laughter was matched by Maria's and then to my surprise by Carol's.

"Baby we were caught fair and square. Dinner, a movie and a damned good fuck is the ideal date for any girl. All we did is get the order a little wrong. If you two go and chose a movie, my blushing hubby to be and I will be there in a few minutes." More giggles followed her comment but we were left alone to get ourselves organized as they headed off to the home theatre to choose a movie. Carol was still giggling as she climbed off my lap giving my cock a playful tweak as she went. Life as a married man was going to be tough but I figured I could manage it as long as I could still legally buy Scotch.

Maria's choice of movie was quite a welcome surprise. I was expecting a chick flick but what she served up was Frank Miller's Sin City, a gory fantasy drawn straight from the pages of a comic book and starring one of the best ensemble casts I'd seen for years… including the mega sexy Jessica Alba who could eat crackers in my bed any day. When I mentioned this to Carol I got yet another shock in a night full of them.

"I agree Glenn. She could have me too if she asked me nicely enough. I wouldn't make her beg for long and she wouldn't have to pay much." Manny's roar of laughter temporarily drowned out the 7.1 channel digital sound track and he was joined by Maria as she saw the look of shock on my face. "And I'd love to watch you and her together. That would be so damned hot!" That shut Manny up instantly and it was Maria's turn to laugh at both us males as we sat on the leather couches looking like stunned mullets, jaws agape and gasping for reason.

"Lucky bastard," was Manny's comment as we continued watching Jessica Alba do her stuff on the big screen.

"Who said I wouldn't like the same as Carol," was Maria's final statement delivered with a long soulful kiss which had Manny squirming in his seat when it finished. As we continued with the movie I guessed that there would be long conversations at some stage about this very subject, that is if Manny or I could come up with the guts to actually bring it up again. It's one thing for your lady to bring up the subject of a threesome with another woman, but it's another thing altogether for a man to bring it up. It's often matrimonial suicide.

The rest of the movie passed without any more earth shattering revelations and turned out to be damned good. I'd owned the DVD for well over a year but it was one I'd never watched before. I sometimes went on buying sprees and bought movies or books for future enjoyment but once in a while a movie or book would slip through the cracks and I wouldn't get around to watching or reading it for ages.

I should have been ready for bed when the movie finished but I was a long way from tired and looking at the others I knew I wasn't the only one. There was only one thing for it. Jacuzzi. Along with the home theatre room and the library the Jacuzzi was one of the best additions I had made to the house before moving in; all of my best relaxation was done in one of these three locations. It only took a quick mention of the hot tub before everyone was heading out to the deck dropping clothing items as we went.

For Manny and I it was easy. We just stripped to our boxers and climbed in and waited for the ladies to join us. Carol gave a wry grin accompanied by a quick shrug and dropped her skirt, stepping into the water in lacy white g-string and tank top. She snuggled in to my side as we waited for Maria to join us. I half expected Maria to be very shy but without a hint of hesitation she slipped out of her jeans and pulled her tee shirt over her head. Knowing she was on display she slowly raised her arms and did a very sexy pirouette which showed off her incredibly sexy body in the sexy underwear she was almost clad in.

The hot pink of her lingerie definitely went well with the chocolate color of her smooth skin. The lingerie was lace and cut beautifully to show off her amazing assets. The panties were boy leg style which highlighted her amazing ass to perfection. The bra was ¾ cup and struggled to contain a pair of large well formed breasts. For all the time I had known Maria, I had never seen her as a sexual creature. Now it was right in front of me and I couldn't suppress a long low whistle which immediately earned me an elbow in the ribs from my betrothed and a grin from Manny. The kind of grin you get from a crocodile before it borrows your leg for a snack. Maria just grinned and blew me a kiss before climbing into the tub next to Manny.

"She's gorgeous isn't she?" murmured Carol into my ear as she stroked my thigh under the water. I looked across the tub and saw that Manny and Maria were engaged in their own murmured conversation muted by the sound of the churning bubbles.

"I've just never seen her like that or in that way before babe. She was always just Simon's little sister and before that she was a friend of an old girlfriend."

"You really are the original good guy aren't you baby? Do you realize that a lot of the good qualities you attributed to Craig are yours too? You're funny, rich, good looking, a great fuck and intelligent, and all of that is great, but the main reason I'm with you and the reason I'm going to make you my husband as soon as I can is because you are a good man. A nice, good, honorable old fashioned man. You're a tyrannosaurus in an age of genteel pussy cats. A man in an age of sensitive wimps. I know you'd fight and die to protect me while at the same time you'd never hurt me. It's what I've wanted all my life and I'm sure as hell not going to let you go now." Her voice was soft and her words washed over me sealing me in a warm loving cocoon. Her eyes told me that she believed every word she said. I don't think I could have loved her any more if I had tried. I kissed her softly and then became aware of silence from the other side of the Jacuzzi. I looked over to find Manny and Maria watching us with soft goofy smiles. Obviously they had heard every soft loving word.

"We are very lucky men Glenn," was all Manny said. Maria just smiled and burrowed into Manny's massive chest. I had to agree with him… we were extremely lucky men.

Wednesday dawned bright and sunny. Waking up to Carol's attempts at breakfast in bed had become a ritual worth sticking around for. Her cooking was getting a lot better and she was even coming up with the occasional breakfast that tasted good… even if it was visually unidentifiable. This morning she managed both. A good looking, good tasting breakfast of bacon and eggs with toast that wasn't too burnt and coffee that tasted damned good. A momentous occasion which we celebrated with a shared shower and a rousing good morning fuck. We joined the others just before 8am for another cup of great coffee. As we sat and chatted about the coming day I realized there was no real reason we couldn't leave today for Richmond. It was agreed that we'd leave after lunch. That would give Manny and I enough time to finish grabbing what we would need in Richmond and also allow the ladies enough time to pack for the trip.

Manny called the office and arranged for the Lincoln Navigator to be gassed up and dropped off at the house. It would easily hold everything we would be taking with us and we could travel in comfort and style as well. While Manny was taking care of the vehicle I was on the phone to Craig.

"This better be damned important," was his breathless greeting.

"Morning sex is supposed to make you happy not piss you off Ronin."

"Barrett, what the hell are you doing calling this early? And for your information I was having my first real workout since I arrived in civilization. I've just finished putting together my home gym and I made the big mistake of trying it out this morning."

"It's after 8 old buddy… time for all good soldiers to be fully functional. Hey I just called to let you know there has been a change in travel arrangements. We're coming by road and we're leaving today. We should see you sometime late tomorrow. How does that sound?"

"I guess that means I'll have to move the horses out of the stable to give you folks somewhere to sleep. Sounds great man. Give me a call when you're getting close and we'll meet you in style. How does a barbeque dinner sound?"

"Sounds perfect Ronin. Now I gotta get moving or the ladies will never be packed in time. Catch you tomorrow buddy."

Two hours later we were loading the Navigator. Both Carol and Maria made a mockery of the old stereotype that women travel with everything they own including the kitchen sink by packing a medium sized tote bag each. I was impressed right up until they announced that they would be doing some major shopping in Richmond. Manny shared my groan of anguish when they both announced that it would be our credit cards that would be taking the pounding and not theirs. I guess that was the price of true love.

Just after noon we left. I would drive the first leg until I became tired then Manny would drive until he was tired. Then we'd find a motel for the night. The plan sounded perfect… right up until the second hour of our trip.

"Honey Maria and I have been discussing things and we think we should stop for a break soon. Maybe a bit of a snack?" Okay that sounded like a fair request. We hadn't done the trip planning very well and had neglected to pack anything vaguely resembling calories. We started looking for diners along our route. That was when the plan turned pear shaped. Everything that Manny and I suggested was rejected out of hand by the ladies who had suddenly become mobile culinary critics. It was when they turned down our 7^th suggestion that Manny lost the plot.

"Enough!" His parade ground bellow in the confines of the Navigator was enough to let the ladies know he was a touch peeved by their pickiness. "Glenn, we're stopping at the next joint we come to."

"Agreed!" I growled and the ladies subsided with only a minimum of muttered complaints about how men have no sense of the occasion nor any sense of humor. It didn't take a professor of psychology to detect the winds of mutiny so 25 minutes later we pulled into a Burger King in the next small town we entered. The ladies immediately began bemoaning our food choice. Manny and I responded in the only reasonable way we had available to us. We totally ignored them, got out of the vehicle and walked inside the restaurant. It took less than two minutes for Carol and Maria to decide that Burger King was better than hunger.

It was while we were ordering that something was brought home to me with a jolt. In all the time I had known Carol we had never done something as simple as eat out together. This was our first restaurant meal as a couple and here we were bellying up to the counter to order Whoppers and fries, to be washed down with soda or a shake. I took a moment to mentally and violently curse Robert Taglioni before giving the girl behind the counter my order; Double Whopper with cheese, Barbeque Bacon Double Cheeseburger, BK Hawaiian Burger, large fries and a large coke… I wasn't very hungry. Carol continued to surprise me… Double Whopper with cheese, Double Cheeseburger, large fries and large Sprite. I love a woman with an appetite. I figured I could help her work off the calories later. We grabbed a booth near the window so we could keep an eye on the Navigator and started eating. Again Carol delighted me. She knew the rules of fine dining as it applies to burger joints. You never touch your burgers until all your fries are gone. I knew she was perfect… this just confirmed it.

Manny must have just needed a snack as well. He only had three burgers to go with his double order of fries and apple pie. I knew he'd make up for it by refilling his soda a couple of times during the course of the meal. He was just starting on his third burger when he let me know we had a slight problem.

"Shit!" he cursed as he powered to his feet and raced for the door. A quick glance out the window had me in hot pursuit. Three of the locals had decided that they'd like to take the Navigator for a test drive and were in the process of trying to break in using a Slim Jim on the lock. Manny reached the ring leader just in time to slam the door shut after he had successfully popped the lock. I hadn't activated the alarm due to the fact that we would only be yards away from the car.

Criminal geniuses these guys definitely weren't. When confronted by a large man bearing down on you at something just short of the speed of sound with obvious intent to do you damage, anyone in their right mind would be well advised to test the efficiency of their running shoes and make a break for it. These morons were faced with two large men and decided to recreate the Battle of Little Big Horn… stupid move on their part.

Manny made short work of the guy with the Slim Jim dispatching him with one massive punch to the jaw which guaranteed he would be taking his sustenance through a straw for the foreseeable future, and temporarily relocated him to the sidewalk about 4 feet from where he had started. Then he went for the second guy. By this time I had caught up and was moving on the third… who promptly produced a knife. One quick look told me he had no idea of the basics of knife fighting, he was holding it in a death grip the way you would hold a hammer, and standing flat footed. To the uneducated it looked very impressive. To me it looked ridiculous.

Now at this stage I would love to be able to say I fought a good fair fight… but I would be lying. When someone brings a knife to a fist fight all bets are off. It becomes a case of survival of the quickest and dirtiest. I kicked him in the balls as hard as I could and followed it up with a knee to the jaw as he went down. As moron number two joined his dance partner in dream world I turned to see how Manny was doing with his sparring partner just in time to see him do a beautiful swan dive to the pavement propelled by Manny's spinning back kick. He too had brought a blade to the party but unlike his friend it looked like he had at least a little knowledge of how to use it. Manny had a 6 inch gash on his left forearm which was bleeding like an extra rare steak.

It was at this point that the ladies caught up with their heroes. Maria flung herself at Manny and smothered him in kisses while clucking over the cut on his arm. Carol did the same with me after first making a slight detour to bury the toe of her Rockport hiking boot in the ribs of the man I had decked. Yup… she was the girl for me.

The manager of the Burger King had called the cops when he first figured out what was happening. It took only two minutes for the first cruiser to arrive, lights and siren going like there was no tomorrow. There was no question that we weren't in the wrong. There had been too many witnesses for us to be charged with anything, until Manny took off his jacket so the paramedics the cops had called could take a look at his wound. Manny's Smith and Wesson automatic in its shoulder holster with its matching mag pouches under the opposite arm brought immediate interest from the County Mountie. He decided to start a game called whose gun is bigger and produced a small .357 hand cannon which he waved at Manny and me while shouting things like, "FREEZE! Move and I'll drill ya!"

Obviously the lad lived on a steady diet of B grade cop shows. He seemed like the excitable type so we froze while he called for backup. Actually we decided to sit as it was a nice hot sunny day and the standing was tiring. So we sat while the young cop very shakily disarmed Manny and kept us covered until his backup arrived with a screech of tires and more wailing and gnashing of the siren. Thankfully the pair of cops who turned up to support the first cop had taken their Prozac that morning and while one calmed the nerves of the first cop, the other dealt quickly and efficiently with Manny and me. I slowly and carefully showed him that under my jacket I had my trusty old Beretta 9mm which he relived me of while Manny and I produced our licenses to carry concealed weapons.

While all this was happening the ladies stood open mouthed on the sidewalk next to the Navigator. Carol looked close to tears and it took a few reassuring smiles and waves to get her calmed down to the point where she went back into the Burger King and brought our meals out to us on a tray. So we sat waited and munched on cold burgers while the local law enforcement ran their checks on us.

It took nothing more than a quick check of the State Police database to confirm we were indeed allowed to carry concealed weapons. Luckily we had yet to cross a state line or the outcome could have been a lot different. As it was, the rest of the afternoon was spent at the local lockup making statements and signing complaints against our would be Navigator thieves who were at that time getting treatment at the local hospital. The cops arranged for a doctor to come and check the cut on Manny's arm which needed a few stitches to close. Luckily he was up to date with his shots so he didn't need a tetanus booster. Finally they had run us through our paces and we were released with a clean bill of health and the blessings of the Chief of Police. It was nearly seven o'clock when we all piled back into the Navigator.

"So do we carry on or find a motel here?" I asked as I started the engine. Manny was in the back seat with Maria milking his little scratch for all it was worth while Carol sat up front with me, her hand laid possessively on my thigh.