The Epiphanous Spouses Pt. 06

We both laughed a bit at that, chatted a bit more, kissed over the phone and said our goodbyes. I was pushing things a bit when I said Marylyn would have to be completely obedient to Sarah with no exceptions. I didn't know how far she would go but I know she can strike an ass well enough to redden it and she would certainly gamble my wife's pussy to another man if it excited her. The experience with Peter showed that the other evening. What I was concerned about was the reactions I might have knowing what she was doing. At the same time, I have just finished a couple days of fucking a very close friend that I would never dreamed of doing prior. Hell, I've already indicated that about the entire damn week.

After the call, I regretted not asking about Roger Morgan although I suspect Marylyn would not have wanted to discuss him. Nonetheless, I was interested in how he was integrating himself into his new insufferable environment. I was not done with the fucker, not by a longshot.

I ordered room service for dinner, watched the news for a bit and eventually slipped on a pair of slacks and a pullover and headed downstairs. It was busier than the previous evening and I didn't see Kiera. She might have been exhausted from the early morning and a busy day. In any event, I grabbed a seat at the bar and had a scotch and soda while the Bears and Packers were playing on the screen. It was Thursday night and I had forgotten.

As I sat there watching the game, I began thinking of how this would all play out. Not just the PFG thing but the marriage and the intricate relationships woven in and out of it. I've had intimate relationships with two women other than my wife, one a long term acquaintance and the other a close family friend. On top of that, I've lusted for others, one of whom is not much older than my own children. Kiera and Millicent both radiated their own unique, highly charged sensuality. In Kiera's case it was intensified by her distinctive personality. With Millicent, her sensuality was framed by a physical perfection matched by few women anywhere. Then there are the sidelines, Janet and Joy, and of course the gorgeous twins, Carla and Sandy.

I think it was the months of watching my wife being used sexually and her willingness to divorce me rather than have me find out thinking I could not understand. That was the really big mistake in all this. If she had come to me, I think I would have understood or at least I would have tried to. Granted I was mad as hell at first and could have killed the both of them. Instead I allowed it to continue and by inference I allowed everything that has occurred since it all came to light. When I examined my own actions I found a man equally guilty in his responses. With Pam, I could easily understand. It was released physical passion between two long time close friends. Under different circumstances, it would have been a clandestine affair or a one off.

Sarah was an entirely different matter. I lusted after her when I was a teen. I've admired her own beauty for years and I'm caught up in all of it right under her own roof. She has that dominant streak in her, a feminine and subtle aggressiveness that overrides any objection I might have. Perhaps it is true that I possess an elusive submissive tendency tempered by my own masculinity. If so, then Sarah has recognized it and wrought it to her desires. She has especially elevated Marylyn's tendencies to her advantage and that acknowledgement tugs at my sensibilities yet I acquiesce in any event. A touchdown by the Packers brought me out of my introspection and having finished my drink I retired to my room.

I was up early the next morning and after a good run and a light breakfast, I met Kiera in the lobby and having checked out, retrieved the car and headed for the airport. Millicent had already checked baggage and was waiting for us at the gate. Olivia had booked her flight the previous evening and everything proceeded smoothly.

We landed on time and once through baggage, we said our goodbyes for the weekend and the ladies went off on their own way while I retrieved my truck and headed to my house.

It was quiet and peaceful. My happy neighbors waved happily and I waved back. Apparently Marylyn had remembered to have the trashcan at the curb this morning and the young guy we have do the lawn had just mowed and edged. I pulled my truck into the garage noting the absence of Marylyn's car. Entering the house, everything had been picked up and there was even a new stock of cold beer in the fridge so I kicked off my shoes and cracked one open. Stepping out onto the patio, I pulled up a chaise and kicked back. It felt like last April, before I discovered the whoring. After finishing the beer, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep under the shade of the umbrella and didn't wake until nearly 8PM.

I think it was a dog barking that woke me. It was now dark with the late October sun having set nearly an hour earlier. I righted myself and re-entered my home and headed straight for the shower. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, I slipped on a pair of old school penny loafers and tried to decide where or what to do. After four hours of sleeping, I felt like somebody had shot me with adrenaline and I couldn't relax in a chair anymore. Twenty minutes later I was seated back at the same Pub I met Kiera in several days earlier with a Fosters in front of me accompanied by a bowl of salt peanuts.

There was a bigger, more boisterous crown this evening, being a Friday but I didn't mind. It was fun to just people watch. Then, they walked in. The tall one was wearing tight jeans up to there and a skin tight 49ers tee shirt with heels on her feet. The shorter one had on a pair of tight black jeans, a black lace tee that accented the black bra underneath and had black cowboy boots on her feet. Her hair was punked with blue on one side and a flash of purple on the other. I could also see that the leopard print tattoo traveled down her side and spread over to her navel.

If there were two totally different personas, they could not have been more equally matched up. They didn't see me so I just watched.

Kiera seemed to know half the people in there and after a dozen hugs and kisses and introductions, the two ladies settled in with a couple other women and one of the men she knew. They looked like they were having a good time and I didn't want to interrupt it by letting them know I was there so I downed my beer, settled my tab and made my way out onto the walkway. It didn't work. A woman each took me by the arm and marched me right back inside.

"Where in hell did you think you were going?" Kiera asked.

"Well, I thought I needed some air." I replied.

Millicent just grinned. She had been drinking a bit.

The two escorted me to the booth they were in and with Millicent scooting in first, Kiera maneuvered me in next to her and then took my other side. It was cozy and under other circumstances, probably inappropriate but I didn't object. Pints were brought before us and introductions made and within minutes we were toasting to the night and our successes, whatever they may be. By coincidence the other two women were named May and June and the guy's name was Dexter. Within the hour we were drunk and all great friends.

After another couple hours, I was piss drunk, Millicent was worse and Kiera was the only one with enough wits to get us out of there. From that point, everything got a bit hazy with shady recollections. I remember walking down the street with a woman on each arm and turning into a stairway next to a shop and somehow getting up the stairs. From that point, I don't remember a thing until morning.

I woke to the smell of bacon. I was completely naked lying under a sheet and next to me was an equally naked and still sleeping Millicent. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief and instantly got wood. I didn't remember a bit of it. Then Kiera walked back into the room wearing nothing but a short tee shirt.

"Shhhh let her sleep. She was so wasted."

I started to get up but remembered my aroused state and nudity but Kiera just tossed me a towel.

Whispering she said "Don't worry about it, I got to see it in all its glory. There's an extra toothbrush in the cabinet and all the body wash and shampoo is in the shower. Breakfast in a few."

I heard a groan behind me and Millicent had rolled over displaying her full breasts to my view. I could only utter "Jesus" under my breath as I walked to the bathroom. Kiera just giggled.

By midmorning, the three of us were sitting down to a breakfast of eggs and bacon, toast and copious amounts of coffee. I kept looking back and forth between them and they just continued ignoring my inquiries with feigned innocence. I had checked myself for any signs of sex and didn't think I had fucked either of them but I couldn't be sure. If I did, I remember thinking I missed out on what had to be a fantastic time.

"David, neither of us fucked you if that is what you are thinking" Kiera chimed in. "Not that I didn't try but after the last couple of shots you were out like a light. Yeah, you did shots when we got back and so did Millicent. You two are crazy."

Millicent looked over at me and grinning just shrugged her beautiful shoulders.

"She was doing tequila shots off your belly and you were doing them off her, well, never mind. In any event you were both naked and stupid drunk and David ..." she whispered "You were big and ready and then you laid back and passed completely out and Millicent here did the same laying passed out drunk across your belly. I wish I had taken a picture. But in any event I got you two straightened out somehow and crashed next to you and now here we are."

Both Millicent and Kiera then burst out into boisterous laughter. I guess I did as well.

"I just wish I could remember any of it."

I swore the girls to secrecy and after helping to clean up I excused myself and headed for my house to get ready for what was to be the culmination of the past several days, my appearance at Sarah's "party".

End of Part VI