57 comments/ 73004 views/ 10 favorites Picked the Wrong Woman By: Scorpio44a "It's your wife." The voice on the phone said as I answered. "Is she hurt?" I panicked. What could have happened? "No. But she will be. And soon if you don't do something." "Who is this?" "I could be your best friend. I won't give you my name. If word got back to the office about this call I could be out of work, and that's not going to happen. Do you want to know about the danger or not?" "Of course I want to know!" "Did she tell you she got a new boss at the beginning of the year?" "Yes. Chris Hall I think she said." "Yes. He transferred from Kansas City. He was in trouble there and they transferred him rather than fire him. It was woman trouble." "What kind of woman trouble?" "Seems one of his staff claimed he had sex with her and gave her an STD." "Bull shit! If anyone did that they would be fired, not transferred." "Ok. Don't trust me. Be alert. He is on the prowl and it appears he has focused on your wife as his Los Angeles target. He will work her overtime, send her to trainings and promote her, then he'll make his move, if he uses the same pattern he did in St' Louis." I happened to glance at my phone and saw that the call came from a phone at Sandy's company. This guy knows Sandy and Mr. Hall. "Why tell me?" "If it was my wife in danger I'd want someone to warn me." "Consider me warned." The line went dead. I took a pee break and then walked around the block. What if this guy was just causing trouble? What if he was a jerk, playing what he called a joke? Worse, what if Mr. Hall was the bastard the caller said he was? What if Sandy was in danger? He could be violent. Back at my desk I couldn't concentrate on my project. I didn't know what to do. Call the Kansas office and see if they would admit he had been in trouble? No. If he was, they wouldn't admit it. If he wasn't, they would deny that he was. Either way, I learned nothing. Two hours passed and I started getting back into my project when the phone rang again. I looked at the caller ID and it was a number at Sandy's office. I answered. "Hi Honey," Sandy said. "Hi yourself. What's up?" "Can you get dinner yourself tonight?" "Is Denny's still in business?" "Yes." "Then I can get dinner. What's up?" "We have a project that has to be done by Thursday at noon. Three of us are staying and working on it until about eight." My suddenly suspicious mind prompted my question, "Who is staying?" "Marcie and Beth are staying with me. Mr. Hall arranged for security to stay until they escort us out at eight." "Mr. Hall isn't staying?" "No. He has some charity event to attend." "Call me when you leave work, Ok?" "Sure. Thanks for understanding. I love you." "I love you, too." I had a quiet dinner at a small Mexican restaurant I like. Sandy says the food tastes great but it's too many calories for her. I thought my calories wouldn't bother her, since she wasn't with me. When I got home I started the dishwasher, took out the trash and then turned on the tube. At ten minutes to eight the phone rang. It was Sandy. "Soon as we hang up we're out of here. The project is done!" "Congratulations! Security still there?" "Yes. He's waiting so I'd better go. See you soon." "Wait! What would you like for dinner?" "I'll get something at a drive-thru." "No. Too many calories. You'll beat yourself up if you do that. How about a chopped salad from Monte's?" "You'll go get it?" "It'll be waiting for you when you get here." "You're an angel." "Go! I love you." When she got home she was her normal, affectionate self, just tired. She ate, we did our evening ritual and went to bed. The call had me being a bit more observant than normal, a bit more suspicious. Sandy didn't get the call. She was tired and affectionate. She came to bed nude, freshly shaved and wet. She opened wide and said, "Oh baby, right there" as I ate her to a shaking, loud orgasm. When I was inside her, rubbing my hair against her smooth puss she said, "Pound me! I want to wake up in the morning still feeling you." I pounded her good. Faster, and as deep as my seven inches can reach. When I was really close she said, "Pinch my nipples! Make me scream! I'm ready!" I held her beautiful tits in my hands and squeezed. Her nipples were between my thumbs and the knuckle of my first finger. I pinched. She arched her back, stiffened and suddenly collapsed. Five seconds later her eyes popped open and her entire body spasmed. I rolled us over so she was on top. She moved up and while she still had aftershocks she fed me her tits, one at a time. Sixteen years of marriage had taught me how to treat her nipples just the way she wanted them treated. We fell asleep in each other's arms. For a month there were little things, like a little overtime, a full day training an hour's drive away but it was never just Sandy and Mr. Hall. I started thinking the call had been a poorly planned joke. Our three or four times a week fuck-fest at home helped me to think that. On a Thursday afternoon, five weeks after the call, my office phone rang. The screen showed the call was from the company where Sandy worked. I answered and the voice I had heard once before said, "Your wife has been in Mr. Hall's office with the door closed for three hours. He has received no calls in those three hours." The line went dead. I hit redial and it rang four times before a female answered. "I need to speak to Mrs. Sandy Peterson, please." "Just a moment," She said. When she came back on she said, "Mrs. Peterson is in a meeting. Would you like her voice mail?" "Yes. I tried her other line over an hour ago. Has this meeting been going on long?" "Is this Mr. Peterson?" "It is." "She has been in Mr. Hall's office for a little over three hours that I know of." "Who else is in the meeting?" "No one, that I know of." "I request you take down my number and call me when the meeting is over. I'll answer and you just tell me who comes out of the meeting. Are you willing to do this for me?" "I'm willing. If I may say, I'm worried that something evil is going on." "I'm starting to think you may be right. Thank you." We ended the call and I stayed at my desk. An employee brought me a sandwich from the deli down the street and I stayed at my desk all afternoon. At twenty minutes to four my phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Pete Peterson, May I help you?" "They came out less than a minute ago. Mr. Hall and Mrs. Peterson. Mrs. Peterson went directly to the ladies room." "Thanks. Can I call you directly if I need to?" She gave me a direct number and we ended the call. Sandy's work day ends officially at five. I knew she went to the ladies room a few minutes after four. I dialed her direct number at four-thirty. She answered professionally and when I spoke I heard stress in her voice. "Sandy, I called to ask you out on a date." "A date?" "Yes. It's been a while since we went out and had some fun. Let's drive to the beach and have dinner out on the pier. We can walk, listen to the surf, relax, have a good meal and let the stress of the week go. We don't even need to get dressed up!" "Oh God, that sounds wonderful! It's been a very stressful week." "Ok. It's a date. I'll meet you at home and we'll go. I love you." "Bye. I love you too." As the connection broke I swore I heard a sob. I got home first. I showered, put on a Hawaiian shirt, some khaki's and I was ready to relax. More accurately, to get Sandy relaxed and have her tell me what was going on. She parked in the garage and came in through the back door. The instant she saw me she burst into tears and collapsed onto the floor. As quickly as I was able I was down on the floor holding her and asking her what was wrong. It took a few minutes for the flood gates to slow enough so she could almost talk. "You'll...(sob)... hate me! (sob) "I couldn't hate you!" "He said...(sob) you...(sob) would go to jail!" "For what?" I knew it was Mr. Hall she was talking about. "Cooking... Cooking your books." More sobs, more tears. She was having trouble breathing. "Calm down, Sandy. I don't cook my books, or anything else. I'm not going to jail. Take a deep breath." She took four long, deep breaths and they seemed to calm her some. "Ok, now tell me what happened." "I was called to Mr. Hall's office this morning. When I got there it was just him and me. He said he had some bad news. He said he had found out, while he was at a charity thing that you were being investigated for tax fraud. He said his source could help keep you out of jail, but it would be expensive. He made a phone call and the man told me he could destroy the evidence they had against you and it had to be done quickly. Once it left the investigators office it would be too late! He said it was risky and he would only do it if Chris asked him to. Chris talked to him for a while and then they hung up." "And..?" "And Chris said the man wanted twenty-five thousand dollars. Chris said he wanted to help but twenty-five thousand was a lot of money." She paused, blew her nose, wiped her face and cried some more. I motioned and she continued. "He finally said he would pay his friend but that I then owed him. I told him there was no way I had twenty-five thousand dollars. He said I could pay him back by being good to him." "He wanted sex?" Her eyes opened wide and she looked at me in surprise. "Yes. He said he would pay the man and I could pay him back, with sex. He said he would work it out as a thousand dollars an orgasm. Mine didn't count, but his did." "How much do you still owe?" "Twenty-two thousand." She bent to my chest and cried hard. I held her and comforted her while I thought. I was angry... and I noticed it wasn't at her. Sandy loved me enough to fuck him to save me. He would pay. She should have known he was full of shit. She should have called his bluff. But, she didn't. He would pay. Asking her for a tumble would have worked better, with no hard feelings or broken laws. "Sandy, what did you do when you came out of his office?" "I went to the ladies room and threw up! Then I cleaned up as best I could and came home." "Threw up because screwing him was disgusting?" Her head came up. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I didn't just fuck him. He wanted a good down payment so he had me suck him off, then he fucked me, twice." "Did he use a condom?" I worked hard to keep my voice calm. "Yes. He made me swallow when he made me suck him off, but he used a condom the other times." "Get some clothes to change into. We're going to the hospital." "He used a condom. There won't be any evidence. I threw up!" "Were you naked for all this?" "No, Thank God! He lifted my dress and pulled my pantyhose down and bent me over his desk. The second time I was on my back on his desk." She sobbed as she told me. "Ok. It wasn't your fault. I believe you. I still want you checked out. Maybe he left something behind." She gathered some clothes and we went to the local hospital. She was interviewed by a nurse and reinterviewed by two police officers. Her clothes were bagged and tagged. Her body was examined in detail and I was asked for a DNA sample. During the interview with the police women she told them Mr. Hall had instructed her to not wear panties or pantyhose to work the next day. He planned to have her almost every day. She said he reminded her to bring whatever supplies she wanted and he'd let her use his private bathroom to clean up after. I told them about the call. They took lots of notes. Sandy asked what she should do. "Call in sick. Stay home. If you go to work he will assault you again. We need some time to check with Kansas City and to have our lab look at your clothing and the evidence we gathered from you. Stay home and don't answer the door or the phone." I said, "We have a cabin up in Big Bear. We could go and spend a couple days there." They thought that was a great idea and we gave them the address in Big Bear and my cell number. When we left the hospital it was getting light. We went home and went to bed. At eight the alarm woke us and Sandy called in. She told them we had a family emergency and would be off probably two or three days. The HR person said she hoped everything would work out for us and the call was over. We slept until noon. The phone rang twice while we slept. We didn't answer. At noon we got up, packed for a few days and left. We ate after we were miles away from home. As we drove there were long silences and bursts of conversation. "I was so afraid you'd think I was a whore." "I know you better than that. You wouldn't screw at work. And, I already know you're a whore. My whore. If you wanted to have a lover you'd talk to me first. We'd go to one of those resorts down in the islands or something." "When we did that back in two thousand one I expected you to book it again. You haven't." "I'm willing. I guess I've been waiting for you to say you wanted to go back." "When this mess is resolved, I'd like to go back. We had a lot of fun and did lots of fun things. Remember the ride we took on that big catamaran?" "Yes! I want to do that again." "Was it the boat you liked or that petite red head who took such good care of you?" "Both! Her husband was certainly attentive to you, too." We retreated into our heads and memories for a few miles. "You think they will make a case against Mr. Hall?" "I hope so. When they do we should have a case against PG&F. I'll bet they knew what a bastard he was and sent him here anyway. If they did then they should pay!" We retreated again. I paid close attention to the road as it twisted up the mountain. "Sandy, did he hurt you? I mean did he bruise you? Was he rough? Are you in any discomfort?" "No. He gave me a good seeing to but he made sure I was well lubed first. He used K-Y. But it was cold fucking. Even when we've played with others they were at least people we wanted to be with. This was so cold." "It must be the power." I said. "What power?" "He must get off on being able to get someone to open their legs and let him do them. It must be a power trip. His ego must be huge, on the outside." "And he's probably got almost no self-esteem inside. A strong, good man wouldn't need force or some ruse to get a woman to fuck him." "Almost makes me sorry for him." "Not me. He can be a pathetic loser in prison. I don't want him anywhere where he can trick another woman into being raped." "He's going to say you were not raped. None of your clothes were torn, you didn't scream or fight. He's gonna say you offered yourself to him." "He'd be lying!" "Lying isn't going to bother him. He's probably counting on the consent argument to save him, if you charge him with rape or even sexual harassment." "I hope those police women find something that helps us put him away!" "If they don't, I'm sure he still won't get away with what he did." "Don't do anything that might get you sent to prison. That would be worse than him getting away with what he did!" "I'm not going to prison, for cooking my books or for cutting his dick off with a rusty knife." "Good." We were quiet again until we arrived in Big Bear. We stopped at the market and stocked up with the things we wanted for a couple days stay. If we stayed longer, we'd come back to get more. Our ritual at the cabin was to open the doors and all the windows, clean for an hour or so to get the dust and the musty smell out, move our stuff in and begin our stay. That is exactly what we did. Sometimes Sandy started cleaning and as she warmed up items of clothing came off. Sometimes she stood beside the car and stripped before we even opened the door. I thought she would be a little more restrained on this trip and would probably stay dressed. She stayed dressed. When we finished opening the cabin she stood in front of me and put her arms around my neck. We kissed. "Pete, I'm thinking you'll wait until I initiate sex before you do anything sexual. I want you to know I appreciate your sensitivity." "I want to be a good husband." "You are a good husband. My sister wishes she'd seen you first." "Donna is married to Brad. Isn't she happy with him?" "He won't even discuss a swap, a threesome or a day at Black's Beach." "She can go with us next time we head down to Black's. That would be fun!" "You want to do her?" Sandy looked at me like she would get the answer from my face. "What red blooded American man wouldn't want to have the two of you?" "Nathan Lane." "Ok, what red-blooded heterosexual American man wouldn't want the two of you?" "Thanks. That's a compliment. Next time I talk to Donna I'll invite her along." "Fat chance that Brad would let her go." "Maybe he would, if we word it correctly." "Word it how?" "I'll talk to her first then I'll talk to him and say we're going to SeaWorld and maybe the zoo. I'll invite them to go along. I'll pick a three day weekend and make sure he has golf or something planned for that weekend. He won't want to go, but he'll let Donna go." "What do we tell him when we get back? A lie?" "No. We'll go to the zoo and it'll be crowded. We'll buy tickets and go in, then leave. We went to Black's when we saw that SeaWorld was just as jammed. We tell him the truth. Well, a believable truth." "Donna gets an adventure and Brad gets to still hold the moral high ground. Will she go for it?" "I'm pretty sure she will. If I tell her she can fuck you that will clinch it." "You're good for my ego." "If I'm gonna let you have my sister, maybe we should practice, so you'll treat her right." I smiled and pulled her shirt up and off her body. "Does Donna like having her breasts played with?" "She sure used to. Before we started fucking boys we used to suck and pinch each other's nipples almost every day." My fingers and thumbs pinched her nipples and twisted, slowly. Sandy moaned and said, "Yes! Just like that." She turned so I was behind her. My arms went around her and my hands held her tits as my mouth assaulted her neck. "Careful you don't leave marks. Mr. Hall would look for a way to make me out as the bad woman if I showed up with hickeys and bite marks." I was very careful. Sandy has been a progressive woman since we met. She starts slow and easy, building the tension and focus slowly until we are feverish and almost crazy by the time the first orgasm rips through her body. By the third she is out of her mind and loud. On a vacation we took to New Orleans she had five orgasms in a single night, ripped the bottom sheet on the bed in the throws of the fifth one. We mated on the living room couch that afternoon. I entered her slowly and increased the intensity and speed a little at a time. With proper breast play and a thumb working her clit she screamed the first time, then the second before I came the first time. We were covered in a sheen of sweat. When I was soft I fell out of her. I kissed my way down her body and she knew where I was headed, and what she'd get when I got there. The first couple of times I ate her after I had filled her she thought I was crazy and that it was gross. Then she realized that the orgasms she was having from those times were really strong and the feelings lasted over an hour. As I started working my way down her body, she spread her lags wider, lifted her hips for me and said, "Dive in Mr. Cousteau. Do you want a snorkel?" I dove in, licking, sucking and tonguing her. My thumb pressed on her anus and popped inside easily. My face felt the spasms of her pussy as she let go and came again. "Oh God! Oh Jesus! Oh, Moses and the prophets! I'm cumming again!" Picked the Wrong Woman When it got dark we redressed and went out for dinner. We talked and laughed during dinner. The stress of Mr. Hall and his assault were still there, but in the background. As we waited for dessert my cell rang. The ID window showed the call to be from Donna. "Hi Donna. What's up?" "I'm worried. I've tried to reach Sandy all day and nothing. She's not home or at work. Is she with you?" "Yes. What did they say when you called her at work?" "They said she had taken a few days due to a family emergency. What emergency?" "You have to swear not to say anything for five days, if I tell you." "What happened?" She was close to panic. "Promise?" "Yes! What happened?" "She was raped." "Jesus, God of America! Is she Ok?... I mean, physically, is she Ok?" "Yes. You can talk to her, if you want." Sandy reached for the phone. I gave it to her. I needed a pit stop so I made the hand sign for pee and left the table. When I came back she was off the phone. I sat down and she held my hand. Her emotions were on a roller-coaster. One minute she appeared fine, the next she was in tears. I paid the bill and we walked back to my car. "Donna is driving up. When she gets here we'll know if Brad is with her. Is that Ok?" "Is it Ok with you?" "Yes, if Brad stays home. I want some sister time and if Brad is here he'll want to hover." "I'll take him for a drive." "Thanks. I love that you understand." As I parked at the cabin the cell rang again. The ID window read LAPD. I touched the button and said, "Pete." "Detective Sorenson, Mr. Peterson. We have Mr. Hall in custody. When the two of you return we can discuss his fate and the evidence with you. When do you plan to return?" "How about day after tomorrow. I think the mountain air and change of scenery is helping her a lot." "Having you be supportive is more important than the weather or the mountains. Ok. Give me a call when you are back. We'd prefer you came to the station so be thinking of when you can meet us there." "How about three in the afternoon?" "Will that work for you?" I caught myself nodding as I answered, "Yes. That will be fine." "He's going down for a long time. A very long time." We ended the call. I told Sandy everything detective Sorenson had said and it seemed like a weight had lifted. We went inside and cleaned up from the sex-fest of the afternoon. I started the sheets in the washer and when the load got to the spin cycle Donna walked in, alone. "Brad couldn't come. He needs to be at work by seven in the morning." The sisters hugged and sat together on the couch. I got a diet Coke from the fridge and went for a walk. Sandy wanted sister time. I was back in an hour and a half. I walked in took one look and knew, they weren't ready for me to be back. I grabbed another diet Coke and went back out. Our cabin is situated such that we have almost total privacy. At night, with the lights on it's hard to see our cabin from any of the roads around us and from any of out neighbors. A side effect of building in the mountains. My Dad built the cabin in the forties. Mom complained about the isolation. Sandy and I have loved it. I painted the outside of the cabin a few years ago wearing nothing but hiking boots and a hat. No one complained. I don't thank anyone saw me. I walked down the road to the McCullough cabin. They were there. Like us their cabin wasn't where they lived full time. I stood near a tree and watched as Mrs. McCullough knelt in front of her husband and sucked him. It was like watching a silent movie. Mrs. McCullough is an attractive woman. I'd seen her in a bikini a few times and admired her well toned body and large breasts. Seeing them uncovered as she blew Jason McCullough was a treat. I wondered if she swallowed. I know women who don't. Thankfully, Sandy swallows. When Jason came she didn't lose a drop. She cleaned him and he turned and walked away. She was left in the middle of the room on her knees. He didn't even help her up. Getting up was a struggle for her. I was pretty sure she was in her late fifties and I knew she complained sometimes about arthritis in her knees. It was nearing eleven when I opened the front door again. When I closed it I heard Sandy from upstairs. "Pete?" "Yup!" "We're upstairs." "Shall I sleep down here?" "No. Please join us up here." Donna said. I climbed the stairs and saw both women in bed... together! Sandy got up and came to me. She was nude and smelled like sex. She kissed me and tasted like pussy. I realized I just had my first taste of Donna! Sandy started undressing me. I stopped talking. Talking could ruin this moment. When my shirt was off Sandy knelt in front of me and started unlacing my boots. She turned her head and said, "Donna, this would go faster if you helped." Donna slowly got out of the bed and came to me. She was naked, a little embarrassed and my eyes took inventory as she came to me. She had tan lines for a conservative bikini. She was shaved, leaving a patch above her slit. Her lips were swollen and wet. Her breasts were a little bigger than Sandy's and had the same oblong areolas as her sister. She knelt and took care of my other boot. They got my pants off and my underwear in one smooth action. When the elastic freed my cock, it sprang up, hard and proud. Both women stood up and Sandy led me to the bed by holding onto my cock. She positioned me in the middle of the bed and they joined me, one on each side. One small lamp beside the bed illuminated the room. "Honey, there is something we want you to know. She's never had an orgasm from a man. She wants one." I looked at Sandy for a long moment without speaking. Sandy spoke again. "If you want I'll leave you two alone. If you want I'll help. Please give her what she wants." Sandy said. I rolled Donna up onto my chest and held her. We kissed and petted for a while. She had already been playing with Sandy so she was already turned on, tuned up and ready to go. My first touch of her pussy caused a moan and a thrust. I kissed her mouth again and asked, "Would you kneel above my face and lower your pussy to my mouth, please?" Sandy helped her assume the position. She watched herself in the wall of mirrors opposite of us. She watched as she lowered herself onto my face. Sandy put herself between my legs and sucked gently on my shaft. My hands held Donna's hips. Her taste was very different from Sandy's taste. Her lips were smaller. She produced juices as if twenty minutes of that and she would be dehydrated. I felt juices sliding into my ears as she moved her pussy all over my face. What I could get into my mouth I swallowed. When I intentionally bumped her clit with my tongue she jumped a little. "Oh my God!" She whispered. I flicked it again. Her hands went beside my face on both sides and lifted my face up into her wetness. She moaned louder. At this point Sandy abandoned my cock and knelt in front of her sister, straddling my hips and sucking a breast into her mouth. "Oh, Baby, You know how to suck me! Suck harder!" Donna said, louder than before. I didn't know if she was talking to Sandy or me. I intensified my efforts and was rewarded with more nectar, more moans and thoughts of a possible drowning. When I felt the first shakes of Donna's impending orgasm I pulled away from her puss just far enough to speak and said, "Sandy, Please help me get her onto my cock!" With both of us moving Donna we got her straddling my hips and impaled on my shaft just in time for her first male inspired orgasm. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit and lips against me as I thrust up inside her. Sandy helped hold her up and sucked on her nipple. She screamed. It started low and deep in her chest and she leaned back as it got higher and louder. Sandy moved around behind her and held on as Donna's body shook and trembled for a long time. When she started to calm Sandy bent her forward, enabling me to thrust in and out of her in strokes longer than an inch. Her eyes popped open and she grabbed my shoulders, tight. Very quickly she was headed for another climax. She shook her head and moaned. She gasped. Suddenly she went stiff and said, "Right NOW!" Sandy shoved a finger into Donna's ass and she passed out! She dropped onto my chest and lay still for almost a minute. When she returned she snuggled in and said, "I want a divorce." She said it in a whisper. I heard her, loud and clear. "Why do you want a divorce?" I asked. Sandy had slid beside me and next to Donna. She pulled a sheet over all three of us. "I've been with Brad since we were seniors in high school. He has never used his tongue on me! He has never shoved a finger in my ass! He's never even fingered me to orgasm! Until today the only orgasms I've ever had were either from a battery operated appliance or from Sandy. That's just not right!" "Want me to talk to Brad?" "What would you say? You need to eat Donna's pussy! She loved it when I did it!" "Has he ever seen you have an orgasm?" "No! And worse, he doesn't want to!" "Why not?" "Sex is for making babies. Orgasms are a test. Women who have orgasms get crazy and stop being the good wives and mothers they are intended to be. That's a quote from Brad." "You were right, you need a divorce." We stayed quiet for long enough that I was almost asleep when Sandy said, "You can live with us!" "What?" Donna asked. "If you're divorcing Brad you need a place to live. You can live with us." "Won't that cause problems?" Donna asked. I thought the question and she asked it. "You mean sexual problems? No, I don't think so. We may need to soundproof the bedroom better, but other than that I don't see a problem. Pete, do you think you could fill us both on a regular basis?" "I think so." "And would it be Ok with you if we stayed naked at home and I ate Donna and she ate me?" "I think that would be just fine." "And, if we went on vacation and went somewhere where sharing is allowed, could we play with other men?" "If I can play with other women, yes, that would be fine." "So, Donna, want to move in?" "Do you really play like that?" "Yes. We went to a resort where Sandy was shared by three men on the deck of a catamaran as we sailed to an island. We have had couples in our home who spent the night with us. Mr. Hall just did things badly and wrong. He could have had Sandy without repercussions if he had been smart and just asked nicely." "So, he didn't hurt you?" "No. He just made the sex about power and control instead of being about fun and enjoyment." "Idiot!" Donna said. I said, "You won't get an argument here." The bed wasn't really big enough for all three of us to have enough room to be comfortable sleeping together. We did it anyway. In the morning Donna woke me, requesting that I have her for breakfast. When our actions woke Sandy she asked Donna to have her for breakfast. When both of them had screamed and shook they turned their attentions to me. I came in Donna's mouth and she swapped my load with her sister. There is something very sexy about seeing two women you love swapping your cum between them. Donna swallowed it. As we got out of bed I said, "You two must have a Chinese ancestor." Donna bit. "I don't think so. Why do you think so?" "An hour after I eat either of you I'm hungry again!" They chased me into the shower. I didn't mind at all. We took a long walk in the cool mountain air after a late breakfast of food. On the way back we stopped and had lunch in town. We bumped into a real estate lady in town who, of course, wanted to know if we could be talked into selling the cabin. We were less interested than ever. She made an offer that might have attracted some interest from someone who had bought their cabin as an investment and didn't have many years of memories and history built into their cabin. We turned her down. The ladies sat on the chaise lounges on our back deck to get some afternoon sun. I sat with them. None of us wore clothes. We didn't have the radio on. We listened to the breeze as it meandered through the trees and we relaxed. I was just about ready to start a conversation when I heard a car door close. Unless a car was parked in front of our cabin I wouldn't have heard the door close. With quiet urgency I said, "Get inside quickly and quietly. Someone is here." We left the iced tea and snacks outside. I followed Sandy who followed Donna inside. They went upstairs and I went to the closet near the front door, where my 9mm was hidden. I didn't dress. The shock of seeing a naked man with a weapon might just give me an advantage. I peeked out the window and saw an SUV with the logo on the door for the Real Estate company. No one was in the vehicle. A few seconds later she knocked. It was the lady we talked to at lunch. I stashed the 9mm in the closet and opened the door. Her eyes went wide and she was visibly flustered. "I'm... I'm sorry to have interrupted something." She turned and headed back to her SUV. "Stop! We already said no to your offer. Why did you come out here?" "We were talking about selling. Perhaps you might consider renting the cabin if I managed it?" That idea hadn't occurred to me. It might work. It might bring in some extra cash. "Please, come in. That's something we can discuss." She turned towards the door and hesitated. "Where is your wife?" My head turned and I said, "Ladies, you can come downstairs. It's Ok." They came down, wearing t-shirts and only t-shirts. We sat in the living room. I got a towel and wrapped in it. MS Angela Cuttle got past her discomfort by getting to business. She outlined what the rental agreement would be like. We would let her manage the property and screen all the folk who wanted to rent the cabin. We would always have the right to book the cabin for our own use. She was pretty sure she could get two thousand a week during the off season and three during the winter. Both Donna and Sandy asked good questions and stipulated some conditions I agreed were important. MS Cuttle got the agreement out of her briefcase and we went over it together. She agreed to leave it with us and we agreed to agree or counteroffer by a week from that day. Business was over. Sandy asked her if she'd like something to drink. She looked at Sandy and asked, "You have anything stronger than iced tea?" "Yes, what would you like?" "At least a beer." "I was thinking of opening a bottle of wine to celebrate." Sandy said. "That would be great!" MS Cuttle responded. I got up and said, "I'll do the honors." I got a good bottle of red wine and opened it. I poured three glasses and delivered them. The three women clinked their glasses together and started to take their first sips. Sandy gave MS Cuttle the tour. When they started up the stairs Donna went first. MS Cuttle was behind her and was given a good look at Donna's bare ass and pussy. I didn't go upstairs. Five minutes passed and Sandy called out to me. "Honey, could you bring the wine up?" I did. They were in the master bedroom. All three were sitting on the end of the bed. I filled all three glasses from a fresh bottle of the same wine. I sat on the only chair in the room, holding an almost empty bottle. They were still discussing the cabin rental. They talked until it was almost dark. MS Cuttle had had two glasses of wine. I asked her if she was Ok. She smiled and said, "I've only had two glasses. If you wanted me drunk it would take more than this. I'd like the name of the wine. It's really good." Donna said, "I'm starting to get hungry, again. I had been thinking about making a Chinese Chicken Salad. If you'll stay for dinner I'd enjoy it." "I don't want to intrude. Again. I know you were enjoying the privacy when I arrived." "Stay. Please." Sandy said. She collected the wine glasses and gave them to me. I headed down the stairs with a sneaky suspicion about an unspoken plan the sisters were implementing. I put the ingredients for the salad on the counter and started cooking the thawed chicken. If I was wrong about my suspicion they would be downstairs long before the chicken was cooked. The chicken was cooked, cooled and sliced and they were still upstairs. I put the chicken in the fridge and went back upstairs. MS Cuttle was still on the bed. Her clothes were draped over the chair I had been sitting on. Sandy was between MS Cuttle's legs and Donna was beside her on the bed. She was moaning and holding her hand over her mouth. I was just in time for an orgasm. I didn't know if it was MS Cuttle's first, but it was wonderful to watch and hear. Sandy pulled away from the bush she had been eating and smiled up at MS Cuttle. MS Cuttle opened her eyes and suddenly sat up. She had seen me. She grabbed for a sheet, a blanket, something to cover herself. Donna calmed her and said, "Our husband is Ok with women loving women. Relax. You're safe here." She looked at Donna, "Our husband?" "Officially, he's married to Sandy, but I'm her sister and I'm the unofficial wife number two." She looked up at me and asked, "You're Ok with this?" "You aren't cheating. You are sharing, joining, whatever you want to call it." "You're not going to fuck me?" "Not unless you want me to. I have two women here who love me and like what we do together. Pushing myself on someone isn't my style. However, whenever we're up here at the cabin or you're down near our house you're welcome to play with any of us." "Or all of us." Sandy said. "The chicken is cooked, cooled and sliced. Are you still making a Chinese Chicken Salad?" Sandy and Donna pulled MS Cuttle off the bed and down the stairs. Three naked women made a wonderful Chinese Chicken Salad for dinner. I put towels on all four chairs at the table and we sat down to eat. MS Cuttle looked uncomfortable again. "Amanda, what's wrong?" Donna asked. "I've never eaten dinner naked." Donna laughed a little and leaned over to reach the radio. It came on, playing soft music. "Is that better?" She asked. "Why would that be better?" I answered. "Years ago Marilyn Monroe posed nude for a calendar. After she got famous a reporter asked her how it felt to pose nude." Donna finished the story, "She said, I wasn't nude. I had the radio on." Amanda smiled and said, "Ok. I got it!" It was getting late. Donna asked Amanda to stay the night. She asked, "Four in a bed?" I said, "That's too crowded. I can sleep alone tonight if the three of you want the master bedroom. Or, Amanda can choose anyone she wants for a bed partner." "Or, she can choose to sleep alone. Anything you want." "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" "We like you. You made us an offer that will make us some good money. All three of us like your energy." Donna said. "You have a good heart." I said. Sandy added, "Great tits and one of the sweetest tasting pussies I've ever tasted." "If you need more reasons, stay and cook breakfast for us in the morning. Then we can say we like your cooking, too." I added. "Ok. I'll stay. Would Donna stay with me?" Sandy jumped in, "That's not how you ask. You stand in front of her and you say, Donna may I have the pleasure of your company in bed with me tonight?" Amanda smiled and did just what Sandy told her to. Donna responded by saying, "It would be my privilege." They joined hands and went up the stairs. Sandy closed up the downstairs and we joined hands and followed them up. I was awakened in the morning by Amanda. She touched me and backed up. I opened my eyes and she said, "I made breakfast. Want some?" "I'll be right down." I got out of bed, led by my morning wood. She gasped and retreated. I used the bathroom and joined them in the kitchen. Her breakfast was great! After we ate and cleaned up all four of us showered and Amanda even let me scrub her back. Just her back, but it was a start. Picked the Wrong Woman Donna lent Amanda some clean clothes and we all dressed. We took the contract and Amanda's contact info with us. I left a key to the cabin with Amanda and authorized her to hire a cleaning crew to clean the place during the week. Sandy and Donna kissed her good-bye and I got a peck from her. Five minutes later we were all on the road. At the bottom of the mountain Donna called Sandy's cell and said, "I need a lawyer." Sandy put the call on speaker. Sandy said, "I know one. His office is next door to the building where I work. When we get home I'll can him for you." "When are you telling Brad?" I asked. "He'll figure it out when he sees my stuff is gone and he's served." "Wrong." I said. "Brad isn't a bad man. He didn't do or say anything he doesn't believe is best. He doesn't deserve to be slam dunked. Go home. Make a nice dinner and when he's full and calm tell him you want more from marriage that he gives." "He'll want to know what I want that he doesn't provide." "Tell him. Be calm." I said. Sandy said, "Don't say you want what Pete and I give you. Say you want orgasms given in love and affection. Tell him you believe sex is for procreation and enjoyment and you know he doesn't." "Be packed and ready to leave before he comes home. Have your suitcases in your car. When the conversation is over, leave." "God, this will hurt him so badly." "Maybe it will break him out of his belief about oral sex, about right and wrong about sex?" "Not a chance. Being right is more important to him than anything." When we got home Donna called again and said she was packing. She wanted to know if we could come by and take some things after we met with the police. We agreed to call her when we left the station. Mr. Hall had already made a plea agreement. The detective showed us some of the evidence that had sunk his ship. Seemed the detective in St. Louis had kept digging after Mr. Hall had left town. When word got out in L.A. that he was under investigation in St. Louis three other women came forward and told their stories. When confronted with the evidence he collapsed. We would not need to appear in court. We got the names of the other women who had come forward and thanked the police for making him go away. We stopped by Donna's and loaded our SUV with lots of her stuff. We didn't linger. Brad would be home soon. A messenger was sitting on our porch when we drove into our driveway. He had a request from the lawyer representing the other women. Inviting us to join their suit against the company. We called them and joined the suit. Three weeks later Mr. Hall spoke in court. He named names and told who at the company had helped cover his tracks and transferred him to L.A.. He also told what it was that he held over them to get their cooperation. The CFO of the St. Louis office was skimming money. Two days later the company offered each woman a structured settlement of twenty thousand a year for ten years. A week later they upped the offer to a hundred thousand a year for twelve years. We accepted. Mr. Hall picked the wrong woman when he picked Sandy. I picked the right woman, twice. Donna is going with us to Hedo next month. We're staying a week and I think all our clothes will fit in one suitcase. We'll see about Amanda.