I Want Her to Know What Love Is C13

In this chapter, Maya finds out who spent the night with her. Bobbi becomes closer to Sonia and Rooster, and eventually, Sonia comes up with a suggestion that surprises Rooster, although he finds it appealing. This chapter contains some suggestion of bondage, oral sex, flirtation, pompoir or Singapore Grip, threats of spanking and threats of pegging. This is a copyrighted work of this author, and not to be altered, changed, reedited, or published anywhere, in any form without the author's express written permission. © Copyright 2025

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 13

Sonia Makes a Surprise Suggestion

We got up around half past seven and put on our running clothes. The kids were all up, and were eating cereal for breakfast. Ann and Benson had just gotten up, wearing night clothes and robes. Bobbi got up and had her running clothes on. Maya and Sandy were still asleep, or abed.

"Are you ready to go running?" Bobbi asked.

"We're waiting for something to happen first," Sonia said.

"What?"

"You'll see."

Bobbi lowered her voice. "Boy, you guys are noisy when you have sex."

"It wasn't us. We're at the other end of the house," I said.

"Maya?"

"Uh-huh," Sonia said.

"Who was she with?"

"A surprise. She doesn't know who it was either. That's what we're waiting for. I'm sure she'll want to know."

"She doesn't know who she was having sex with?"

"Nope. We'll explain it on the run," I said.

Maya was the first to get up and seeing Bobbi, the first thing that popped into her mind, is Bobbi was the mystery guest. She joined us.

Quietly, she asked, "Bobbi, did you have sex with me last night."

Bobbi laughed. "I don't know. Was it any good?"

"Wonderful."

"Then it couldn't have been me, because I've never been with a woman and wouldn't know the first thing to do."

"Do you know?" Maya asked me.

"Of course. It's my house."

"Sonia?"

"Sorry, but I was busy with your brother last night. I did take some videos that you can watch and send to Alex though."

"Let me see. Who the fuck was it?"

"Later, We're going running," I said.

"Please, I've got to know. It's driving me crazy."

At that moment, Sandy came strolling in. "Hi, all. I see all the bridesmaids are here. We can plan the bachelorette party today."

"Sandy?" Maya said.

"What's cooking?" She lowered her voice. "It was definitely your pussy cooking last night."

The rest of us laughed.

"Oh, my God. When did you get here?"

"Bobby let me in after Sonia tied you down and blindfolded you. I've got to say you were particularly needy last night. I hope you had fun."

"Did I ever. I didn't know you did girls."

"Off and on. More on since I divorced my cheating asshole of a husband. Good men are so hard to find."

"Tell me about it," Bobbi said. "My husband was barely in the ground and idiots sprouted out of the woodwork. You'd think they'd know enough to give you a few minutes to grieve."

"Well, we've got to run. Ann, will you keep half an eye on the kids. Maya or Sandy, tell Benson to put a sign up if you want to swim naked in the pool. Come on girls. We've had our fun now," I said.

We three went for a run.

"Can you tell me what went on last night?" Bobbi asked.

"Maya is dating my best friend from the Unit. He's still in Fort Bragg and places unknown. Every Saturday night, they have a virtual date. The date consists of Alex making plans for the date, including arranging a babysitter if one is needed. While on the date, Maya has to wear this particular sex toy in her pussy. The first date was a trip to a spa where she got a massage while she had the toy in her. Last Saturday, she went to the Symphony, and the toy was in music mode and vibrated during all of the music.

"Last night's date, Maya was to be tied down to the bed and blindfolded. As originally planned, he'd be doing nothing more than controlling the toy remotely, but Maya wouldn't know if anyone was in the room watching or planning to touch her. Because Maya didn't think she could do an adequate job of tying herself down, or releasing herself if she could, and didn't want her kids seeing her like that, she asked Sonia to tie her down. He'd hinted she'd be helpless all night and anything could happen to her, and seemed interested she had bi and lesbian girlfriends, she thought he might be planning on a woman for her.

"Because she had this idea that someone might be coming to her room, and seemed excited it might happen, we asked Alex if a woman could. Maya had a couple experiences in college and Alex didn't care if a woman did her, so we checked with Sandy to see if she'd do it. Sonia and Sandy had done a little playing in high school, so we knew she wasn't totally opposed to doing a girl. She agreed.

"Sonia tied her down, we let Sandy in the house with a number of toys on the bed beside Maya, and told her to have fun with a helpless victim. That's what you heard last night. They both had lots of fun."

"Wow! That's pretty wild."

"You should try the toy that Alex is using on Maya, Bobbi," Sonia said. "Rooster has used the same toy on me and it's fabulous. It's all internal, very quiet, and feels so good. I've even worn it in the car on long drives with Tommy in the car, and he doesn't know what's going on."

"I can't say that I'm not intrigued, because I can't use anything while my kids are awake."

"You could put it in on a Saturday when you're cleaning house, put it in music mode and crank up the stereo while you're cleaning. Vacuuming will take on a whole new meaning."

Bobbi laughed. "It sounds fun. Maybe I will."

"I'll let you try mine later while you're relaxing. It's waterproof, so you can even use it in the bath and shower. You'll see how amazing it is."

Bobbi was the least ready for the rigors of the run. She was pretty exhausted at the halfway point.

"Go on without me. I can't keep this up."

"No, we don't work that way," Sonia said. "It's a group run. Don't worry, just go as fast as you're able. We'll stick with you."

Like when I first went running with Sonia, we ran circles, ran backwards, ran in place, whatever we needed to do to stay with her, even when she slowed to a walk to catch her breath. I think she appreciated we weren't going to leave her behind. It was close to nine before we got back. The others had already eaten breakfast, so I whipped up some scrambled eggs and sausage.

I asked Bobbi if she wanted to do a little weight work or swimming, or if she was done for the day. She said she wouldn't mind doing some swimming. We went to the pool and there was still a sign on it to stay out.

"Do you think I should go in?"

"It's mostly to keep the kids out, or remind me I might have naked guests in there. Since you're another female, I wouldn't think they'd care that much. Just knock first before you enter, in case they're not just swimming. Since it's all three of the bridesmaids, you can have your chat about what kind of parties you want to throw for the bride."

Bobbi laughed. "Should I put a suit on?"

"Only if you want to. No one else will care. There are some robes in there so you don't have to put your grungy clothes back on when you're done. Sonia and I will lift a few weights, and then she might join you. I'll take a shower, a cold one thinking of the four of you swimming naked."

She laughed again, knocked and entered, closing the door behind her. Sonia and I went up to the gym and worked for forty minutes. When we finished, she went to the pool to join the other three. I took a shower and dressed. I looked in on the kids. They had a couple of games going, Chutes and Ladders for the three youngest, and air hockey for Belinda and Tommy.

Tommy asked, "Can we go swimming?"

"Not right now. The ladies are swimming and they aren't using swimsuits. When they're finished, you can swim, but make sure there's an adult at the pool with you, otherwise you can't."

"How did Mom do on the run?" Belinda asked.

"Pretty good for someone who doesn't run every day."

"I really want to thank you and Sonia for doing things with my Mom. She hasn't felt like she has many friends. She's working at grandpa's, taking care of the house and me and Jeremy. She just hasn't had opportunities to do things. She's been a lot happier the last couple weeks."

"I'm happy to help. You call Tommy and let him know if your Mom needs a pick me up, and we'll see if we can get her out for some more fun when she's down, okay?"

"That would be great."

"I'm glad to see that everyone is enjoying themselves."

I went to the kitchen where Benson and Ann were working on lunch, though they seemed as into each other as they were into the food prep.

"What are we having for lunch today, Benson?"

"A quick and dirty hot dish, sir."

"You two look quite happy today," I said.

"We are, sir. I've asked Ann to marry me, and she said, 'Yes'."

"Whoa. Talk about fast."

"I feel I've known her all of my life, sir. There are just some people you're immediately comfortable with and feel a true connection to, and Ann is such a person."

"Does Sonia know?"

"Since it happened five minutes ago," Ann laughed, "the answer is no. It just seemed to me that since I'm moving in anyway, I'd much prefer to make it official."

"Have you given her a ring yet?" I asked Benson

"No, sir. I thought we'd get it together. I was wondering if Ann could go with me to my dance lessons tomorrow, and then I could have the time to take her someplace nice to eat and the afternoon to go ring shopping."

"That's fine. Maybe I'll go spend the night at Sonia's apartment and let you have the house to yourselves tonight; see what mischief you get into. Don't worry about supper tonight. I'll take the others out to eat on our way over."

"Thank you, sir."

"Thank you, Rooster," Ann said. "I'm so glad you found my daughter again, no matter how you met."

"Me too. You know what might make everything really special? We all get married on the same day."

"I don't want to intrude on your special day, sir."

"You wouldn't be intruding, you'd be making it more special. Just give me a list of whoever you'd like to invite, so I know everything is big enough."

"About the only people I'd invite," Benson said, "are my two kids and their spouses."

"I think mine would be pretty much the same as Sonia's list," Ann said. "For instance, I'd be inviting your mother, who'll already be attending. My sister and her family, who will be on Sonia's. I don't think there will be many more additions."

I laughed. "Is Sonia going to be pissed you told me first?"

"I think she'll be too excited to be pissed," Ann laughed. "I'm so happy. I thought the romance part of my life was over. This is magical. I feel like I'm in a Hallmark movie."

I laughed and kissed Ann on the cheek and shook Benson's hand. "You've got a mighty fine lady there. Don't mess it up."

"No, sir. I don't intend to."

Around eleven-thirty, the four ladies exited the pool, all wearing robes. They were laughing and giggling like school girls.

"I take it a good time was had by all?" I said as they passed through the party room where I was relaxing, on the way to the elevator.

"I haven't laughed like this in weeks," Maya said.

"It's been months for me," Bobbi said.

"You have some hot friends and family," Sandy said. "I won't be happy until I've done them all."

I looked at Bobbi who'd already said she'd never done it before. "I'm thinking about it," she said. "Maya and Sandy had such a good time last night, I couldn't get any sleep until they were done. It sounded like a good time."

"Would you do it the same way," I asked, "tied down to the bed?"

Bobbi laughed. "That might be the only way I can get up the nerve to try it. It's kind of scary."

"Nonsense," Sandy said. "You already know all the body parts intimately. Not like seeing a dick for the first time."

We all laughed. Sonia sat in my lap. "Speaking of dick, I need me some. Do we have time before lunch for a quickie?"

The others laughed again.

"I don't know how quick it will be, but we can always reheat our hot dish."

She stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me off the chair. "Let's go, Rooster. A hen needs some attention."

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. "Sounds like a nasty girl needs some attention to her bottom."

"And her pussy. Claim me like the slut you've made me."

The others laughed behind me as I carried her to the elevator. They let us take it first without joining us in case things got wild. They did get wild, but not until we reached the fourth floor. From then on, clothes and a robe went flying.

******

We were only fifteen minutes late for lunch, and the food was still hot. We got some friendly and amused looks.

"Ann and Benson," I said. "Do you have anything you'd like to tell everyone?"

"Benson and I are getting married," Ann said.

The others looked delighted to hear the news.

"Mom, that's wonderful news," Sonia said. "I'm so happy for you."

"Grandma's getting married too?" Tommy said.

"It looks that way," I said. "I invited them to share our wedding day. You might be walking two ladies down the aisle, Tommy."

"Neato."

"Ann, Benson, since you'll be living together in holy matrimony under my roof, I've decided to give you two the fourth floor guest room. It's a lot bigger than Benson's room: more befitting a married couple. Plus it's got a lot more closet space. When we move things around on Wednesday, it looks like, that will be where we put your new stuff."

"Really, sir?" Benson asked.

"Of course. I can't have Ann living like a servant in her own home."

Sonia kissed me. "You're the absolute best, Rooster."

"I try."

Maya said, "You're a lucky man, Benson. Ann is a wonderful lady."

"I know I am."

"I've given him the rest of the day off, so we'll be eating out for supper, and I'll be helping Tommy get ready for school tomorrow morning, so they can have the house to themselves tonight."

Bobbi said, "Would you allow me to make you supper tonight?"

"How much time do you need?" I asked.

"For tonight, a couple of hours, and a trip to the grocery store."

"Give me a list of ingredients and I'll pick up what you need," I said. "That way, if you need to straighten up a bit, you won't be pressed for time, since we've taken up all your attention this weekend."

"Thank you."

I handed her the breakfast pad and she wrote down a dozen things she'd need from the store.

"Have all this in your hands by four?" I asked, glancing at the list.

"Please."

"Be ready to leave by two-thirty, Tommy."

"If it's all right with you, Rooster. I'll go home with Bobbi and give her a hand," Sonia said. "We have monopolized her time."

"It's not as if I haven't enjoyed it," Bobbi said.

"Damn, Rooster," Sandy said. "Knowing what I know now, we cheerleaders were a bunch of stupid fools for making fun of you. You have more class in your little finger than most men have in their whole bodies."

"Hear, hear," Maya said. "You finally know what I've known my entire life. My little brother is the best."

"And he's all mine," Sonia said, leaning against my arm.

"No, I'm not."

Sonia looked at me. "Who do I have to share you with?"

"Tommy."

Sonia laughed. "Fine. I can share you with Tommy. In fact, I insist."

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I have to get going," Maya said. "As soon as I get dressed, we're heading home. Thanks, everyone, for making my date memorable last night.

"Me, too," Sandy said. "If you need me for any more kinky stuff, you've got my number."

"We'd best get going, Sonia. My house needs some work," Bobbi said.

"You bet."

"If you want, leave Jeremy and Belinda with me. I'll bring them with Tommy," I said. "It will give them another hour to play."

"Thanks. That would be a huge help."

Sandy left first, with not as much to get together. Maya left with her children as soon as she was ready. So did Bobbi and Sonia. I watched the kids swim for an hour before they all had to get ready to go. As soon as the kids were dried and dressed, we left, going to Lunds & Byerlys for the groceries that Bobbi wanted. Tommy helped push the cart with Jeremy in it, while Belinda helped me pick out her mom's groceries. I added a good bottle of red wine, and a bottle of white, since I didn't know what we were having for supper. Since it was close to Halloween, I also bought a big pumpkin we could carve that night, while Bobbi was making supper. Give me something to occupy the kids. Belinda directed me to their apartment which was in the next building to Sonia's, on the second floor.

I got the kids help carrying everything to the apartment. I had Tommy carry the pumpkin, which was fairly big. We walked through the door about a quarter to four. Sonia had an apron on, dusting, while Bobbi was pushing around a vacuum. I put the groceries in the kitchen and the cold items in the fridge, setting the pumpkin on the table. It was fairly similar to Sonia's apartment, except the floor plan was flipped 180 degrees and it was a two bedroom instead of a three, although the second bedroom was larger than either of the guest bedrooms in Sonia's.

"What are you making tonight?" I asked.

"Chicken cordon bleu," Bobbi said. "It's my mother's recipe, and we all like it."

"Would you say it's a white wine or red wine dish?"

"Let's go with white," Bobbi said.

I put the white in the fridge to chill and left the red on the counter for later. While Bobbi was cooking, I asked Belinda and Jeremy how they wanted their pumpkin carved.

"Can you make it like a pirate?" Jeremy asked.

"Like with an eye patch?" I asked.

"And a big scar down his face," Belinda said, "and a toothy grin."

"I think I can do that. Belinda, I need a long, skinny, sharp knife and a big spoon, and one of the plastic grocery bags. Jeremy, you need to bring me a pencil and newspapers. Tommy, politely ask Bobbi for a plate. When I take the guts out of the pumpkin, I want you to collect all of the seeds and put them on the plate. When we go home tonight, we'll bake them in the oven with a little salt and make a snack out of them you can bring to school tomorrow."

When they all got back, I set the pumpkin on newspaper, then drew a face on the pumpkin of a fierce looking pirate with a patch over one eye, a squinty eye on the other side with the scar running down the cheek, a wide open mouth with a couple of scraggly teeth in it, and a big hooked bulbous nose.

"How does this look?"

"Yeah, Jeremy said. "That's good."

I started carving, doing the lid first, emptying all of the junk out with the spoon, scraping my carving surface a little thinner. Then the eyes, one with a round patch over it, slanting over the forehead. A long scar on the left cheek running from the good eye to near the mouth, with what looked like stitches crossing it.

Tommy picked out the seeds and threw the rest of the guts into one of the plastic grocery bags as I carved, although he closely watched what I was doing. I finally finished and asked how they all liked it.

"It's wonderful," Belinda said, "but I want to see it with a candle in it."

"Please politely ask for a candle and we'll check it out."

"Mom, can we please have a big candle for the jack-o-lantern?"

"Sure. Give me a minute. My hands are messy."

"Tell me where you keep them," Sonia said. "I can get it."

"The nightstand next to my bed. Please ignore anything else you find in there."

"No problem," Sonia laughed.

She left and came back shortly with a wide, fat candle. She gave me a kiss and went back to working on a salad. I inserted the candle into the pumpkin and using a wooden match from the top of the stove, lit the candle.

"Oh, wow," Tommy said. "That looks amazing."

"It does," Belinda said. "We didn't have a jack-o-lantern last year after dad died."

"Sometimes it's hard to celebrate things when we're sad," I said. "The first couple of Christmases after my dad died were pretty dismal. It's not that we still don't love the ones that remain, but we get lost in the feelings for the ones that are missing. Eventually, we learn to move forward without being stuck in the past, but it takes time."

"I miss my dad,:

"I know you do. Even twenty years later, I miss mine. You'll always miss him, although the pain decreases, becomes more manageable over time."

"Thank you for making this," Belinda said.

"You're welcome. Let's blow out the candle and save it for closer to Halloween,"

I threw all the garbage out and helped set the table. Their table only had enough room for four people really, and they only had three eating normally, but they had some TV trays. I set those up for the three adults in the living room which had a rug, and the table set up for the kids over the linoleum floor in the kitchen.

Bobbi had to cut up Jeremy's food and he sat in a booster chair, then we took our plates and wine to the living room.

"So, did you ladies have a nice chat at the pool this morning?" I asked.

"A wonderful chat," Sonia said. "We got along splendidly."

"What did you chat about?"

"A lot about the wedding," Sonia said. "Some about you. Girl talk."

"Before Sonia joined us, I asked Maya and Sandy about last night," Bobbi said. "I was curious about what happened and whether or not Maya liked it. She did. A lot. That's when Sandy said she'd show me if I was really interested in finding out. I said I'd think about it."

"Did anything but chatting occur?" I asked.

Bobbi blushed. "A kiss, nothing more. I didn't want to do anything in front of Maya."

"Did you like the kiss?" Sonia asked. "You stayed at least five feet away from the other two when I was there."

"It was nice. I miss the physical intimacy as much as I miss the sex with my husband. I guess I tried to put physical distance between me and them because I felt close emotionally. I didn't want the two to spill over."

"Maya said the same thing about her virtual dates," I said. "She says it's nice that she gets to orgasm from them, but she misses the kissing and skin touching. I imagine that she enjoyed Alex letting her have Sandy last night, for that reason alone."

"I understand totally," Bobbi said. "No matter how good the toy, it doesn't replace the real thing."

"When are you going to have the bachelorette party?" I asked.

"The weekend before the wedding," Sonia said. "No male strippers, no male escorts, just some gag gifts and a little drinking. I wanted to have it on Saturday night, but Maya said Alex would be living in Minneapolis then, and she wanted her date night as she only gets the one per week. So we're having it on Sunday afternoon."

"What happened between her and her husband?" Bobbi asked. "Maya didn't say."

Sonia looked at me. I thought about how to say something without revealing Sonia's part in this.

"Greg claimed during the entire time they dated and were married, that he was a medical devices salesman. What he was really doing was running a hooker operation, and most of the women you see along Lake Street were his."

"Damn! Is she divorcing him?"

"Not yet certain. To make it even more unpardonable, he was sampling his own product at frequent intervals."

"Why not divorce him? I'd have shot the bastard."

"A couple of reasons to begin with. The children, obviously, are one. He's been a good father for the most part. The second has to do with how he got involved in the first place, and the fact he might not be a stereotypical pimp. When he was in college, a female friend lost her parents and was going to have to give up college unless she found an alternative source of income. She thought of sex for money. She started offering her services and had a couple of bad experiences fairly quickly, one john refusing to pay, and another slapping her around. He heard about the problems from her, got a couple of his rugby buddies and they pounded the slapper, and shook the cheapskate down for double what he should have paid. He kept half for himself and his buddies, and gave her the rest.

"She asked him to be her pimp and keep her safe. That's how it started. More college girls prostituting themselves did the same after word got around he was pretty decent. He took ten percent for the protection, and half if he found the client. The girls also offered him sex as a bonus, so he never suffered from lack of dates. As time went on, the girls graduated and he's about to graduate, and those who still wanted to hook, still needed protection. He began spreading the business outside the campus. He did provide a service to his girls, keeping them safe, and making a good living, plus keeping his protection crew paid. I talked to some of the girls on Lake Street and they said he was a pretty good guy. The new girls were shown a picture of a woman beaten to hell and told the same could happen to them, implying they needed to pay or leave, but none of his girls said that they were ever mistreated, except for some light slapping. The most frequent punishment for holding out, was some other girl getting your street corner, and getting moved to a less desirable location. No one was ever mistreated for leaving the business if they wanted to get out, but as long as they hooked, they paid. He provided proof that the picture of the girl that was badly beaten came off the web, when he talked to Maya later.

"The day Sonia bought her wedding dress, I was having a drink in a sport's bar, trying to find Sonia's cheerleading friends, when a working girl started chatting me up to see if I wanted sex. I paid her to sit and chat. She said that she used to work for Greg, and after shorting him, got put in a less desirable location, so she left and moved south off Lake Street, got another pimp, and he was much worse. Wished she hadn't been so cheap as to short Greg, as he was much nicer than her current guy. So, Maya thought Greg might not be the same kind of asshole as most pimps were. His first girl was even willing to come to a meeting and explain how he got into the business and beg Maya to give him another chance.

"Now obviously, Maya is not going to stay married to a guy operating an illegal prostitution business, so he has to give it all up. His income, and as Maya hasn't worked, her income, is dropping precipitously as he sheds the business. I gave him a job at my company so he has a legal job, since any resume he produced would have a large work gap in it unless he admitted to a crime. He's apparently divvying up the business among the guys who worked the protection, and divesting himself of the girls. He still wants them protected, instead of just turning them loose in a profession that generally isn't kind to women, so while he was a lying cheat, he wasn't the worst asshole to come down the pike. That's the only reason divorce paperwork hasn't been filed.

"Maya is refusing to have anything to do with him as long as he's still profiting from prostitution, and because he has been having sex all the years of her marriage, she's giving my buddy the opportunity to sweep her off her feet. She said she'll have sex with him and the longer Greg is out of the picture, the less likely it is he'll be able to reclaim his marriage. Once the girls are gone, he gets Friday night as his date night, and Alex gets Saturday. His date nights remain virtual as long as Alex's are virtual. When Alex is out of the army, both date nights become real. It will be as even as Maya can make it. Does Greg win her back, or does she set out in a new direction."

"Saturday night's date wasn't really virtual," Bobbi pointed out.

"It was with Alex, who arranged the date. The Sandy part was real. I guess Greg could do the same type of thing when he gets his crack at a virtual date, but apparently, Greg is pretty vanilla with his wife. He got all of the kinky shit with his product, like blow jobs and anal sex, and Maya was the brood mare to have kids with. Another black stain on his ledger. She realized she didn't get his best efforts for sexual experience."

"Maybe he isn't the horrible shit I thought he was, but I'd still divorce him."

"I suspect Maya will too when it gets down to it. It's just tough with the kids. If she didn't have them, he'd already be history."

"You know, most brother-in-laws wouldn't have given the guy a job," Bobbi said.

"I know, and if Maya had been intent on divorcing him, or he'd been a bad pimp, I wouldn't have either, but they need income if they're going to remain together. If they divorced, he could have remained a pimp, but he has to get out of the business if he has any chance at all, and I thought it best if he had a legit job for my sister's sake or the sake of his kids."

"You are one of the nicest men I've ever met. If you weren't so obviously in love with Sonia, and her with you, I'd have my eye on you, Rooster. Sorry, Sonia, no offense."

"No offense taken," Sonia said, laughing. "I know I lucked out."

"Tommy mentioned that you might have a few fix-it items on your to-do list. Since I'm here, do you have anything that needs doing?" I asked.

"There's always a few things that need doing, but some of them require a trip to the hardware store."

"Show me what you need and write it down and I'll take care of it starting tomorrow morning after my run if you trust me with your spare apartment key."

She laughed. "If I trust you with my kids, I'll trust you with my apartment, and thanks for the jack-o-lantern. It was very sweet."

We walked around the apartment and she needed an electric socket changed, a drawer fixed, a cupboard hinge and knob needed replacing, a ceiling fan replaced. I took pictures as we went along so I could match hardware as needed. She showed me the circuit breaker panel so I wouldn't electrocute myself. She had some tools, everything I thought I might need. As I walked the rooms, it looked like the apartment needed a good deep cleaning. The ceiling fans were coated with dust, the windows needed a thorough washing, the floors more than a sweeping or vacuuming. I'd have my cleaning crew come in and give it a thorough once over. I'd call them first thing. That could be a surprise.

"Okay, I think I've got everything," I said. "Thank you so much for supper. It really was tasty."

"You're welcome. Sonia, if you ever do anything to disappoint this man, you're a fool."

"I'm no fool, I promise you.

******

"This is the first time I'm going to fuck you in your bed," I said, flopping down once I was naked.

"If Tommy wasn't here, I'd want to see if you could fill my pussy in every room of the apartment, so I could anoint them all before I move. My bed isn't nearly as good as yours, so let's hope you don't break it."

I laughed as she joined me. "Do you have any ties for tying you down as Maya was last night?"

"No. Apparently I'm not as kinky as you are, or I wasn't until you got hold of me. I don't even have any men's ties to do the deed with, since there's never been a man spending the night here since I moved in."

"Do you have any lube?"

"A working girl had to be prepared," Sonia said. "I've got some in my bag. I don't usually need it with you because I'm always aroused. Luckily, it doesn't expire."

She dug in her oversized purse and pulled out a small bottle, half empty, handing it to me.

"Since I've got nothing to tie you with, my beautiful slut, we'll have to make do. I want you to lie spread-eagled on the bed, and you aren't allowed to move until I say you can move. If you should violate the rule, I will give you a particularly brisk spanking at the earliest opportunity where we don't have little ears around."

"Mmm, I'm liking the sound of this already, Rooster. I'm looking to find out if your mucho mangos extends to the bedroom. Like this?"

Sonia spread herself across the bed, practically inviting me between her legs.

"Very nice. I've always thought you were one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and this pose brings out every detail of your body. My dick is already hard."

Sonia started to sit up to look. "Unh, unh, unh. No moving. Lie down. You'll see it soon enough.

She smiled and got back in position. I leaned down over her, rubbing the tip of my rigid cock over her lips, leaving a bit of precum on them, like lipstick. She licked her lips.

"Curiosity satisfied?"

"Yes, daddy."

Sonia was the sort of girl who liked lots of small pillows stacked on her bed. I put one of those dainty dust magnets under her hands and feet.

"If your limbs leave the pillow, punishment will follow."

I tucked one of the big pillows under her hips, and just to be on the safe side, added a couple towels for moisture absorption.

"I brought one of your favorite toys with me tonight," I said, dangling the Lush 3 by the tail in front of her face.

"Does that mean you're not going to fuck me?"

"It doesn't mean that at all," I laughed, "although I may take a bit of time getting to it. You were right about your pussy. It's leaking already. I might not even need the lube."

I took the Lush and inserted it into her pussy. She moaned as the thick part passed the threshold of her inner sanctum. I spun it around by the tail a couple of times, ensuring it was well coated in her fluids before drawing it out again. Using only her bodies natural lubrication, I pushed it inside of her back door. Then I turned it on, finding the pattern she seemed to enjoy the most when it was in her pussy. I hope her ass liked it as much.

"That feels strange," Sonia said, "but good. Even in my bum, I can feel it in my pussy."

"Don't move," I warned her again, before going down on her. It took about three trips of my tongue up her slit and over her clit before she orgasmed, she was so ready. I gave her four more just like it. I could see her limbs struggling to stay still. She strained not to close her legs around my head, and grab hold of my hair and direct me where she wanted my tongue, her hands and feet fluttering and flexing.

Feeling she was properly prepared, I climbed over the top of her, by cock dangling between her inner thighs.

"Put my cock into you," I ordered.

"Can I move my hands?"

"Good girl. I thought for sure I'd trick you."

Sonia giggled. I grasped my cock and placed it in the proper place myself, then eased forward, filling her. She moaned as I split her open.

"God, Rooster, I love you. I love what you do to me. I love how you care for those you love. I love how you fuck me. I love everything about you."

I reached rock bottom and held still, letting the Lush in her tush vibrate my prick in her slick pussy. Every so often, she clenched down with her Kegels, massaging my cock internally, without any movement on my part. My vibrating cock was doing a nice job even without thrusting, like a big, fleshy toy inside of her.

"Fuck, I'm close, Rooster, so close I can taste it."

I flexed my cock, making it move inside of her and she moaned again.

"That feels so good. You make me feel so good."

She clamped down and I flexed, and she shuddered, cumming. Not a gusher, just a nice easy cum, her pussy massaging me again. I let that one slowly die, as much as it could with the two objects still filling her holes, humming away. While I might cum eventually this way, I didn't want to wait. I slowly drew back, then slammed forward. Sonia climaxed again, mewling softly, breathily.

I started a slow rhythm, out slow, in fast. Talk about a good core exercise, in addition to the plank I was holding over her. I kept that beat for a while, because it brought me closer, without sending me over the edge, and it kept doing wonderful things to Sonia.

"I want to hold you. Can I move?"

"Not yet," I said.

She moaned and her arms and legs trembled some more. After ten minutes or so, I sped up, driving deeper with each thrust. Sonia orgasmed again, then fairly quickly, again, coming on the tail of the last one. She had three more in rapid succession and I sped up again. Finally, she couldn't bear holding still any more and her arms and legs encircled me, almost crushing me as our bodies merged in a sweat tangled mess, with Sonia softly crying in pleasure. With her heels clenched over my ass trying to force me deeper, I finally orgasmed.

It had been several hours since our last sex, so I left a major cream deposit. Thankfully, I'd brought the towels to bed and used one to clean her off. I turned off the Lush and extracted it from her bottom. She was still quivering a little from her last few orgasms, and gave a little gasp as it popped free. I wrapped it in the towel.

"How is that you know exactly what to do to turn me into your slut?"

"Mostly, I'm satisfying my own cravings. The fact that it turns you on too, is just icing on the cake."

She sighed, kissed me and snuggled into my arms.

******

We got Tommy ready for school and on the bus. I called my cleaning crew and told them I wanted as many people as it took to deep clean a three bedroom apartment in four hours, with a premium paid to do it today before four. I gave Sonia the key to Bobbi's apartment and told her to let them in as soon as they arrived. I did a fast two mile run to stoke the fires, then went hot and sweaty to a Menard's for the hardware I needed. I got everything I needed for my repair work.

By the time I got back, Sonia had let six people into the apartment who were going at it hammer and tongs. I got the stuff done that didn't require me to turn off the electricity, having them work first in the room which had the broken outlet, and the busted fan. The circuit breaker panel let me shut off the power to individual rooms, and they'd need the power for cleaning those two rooms.

As soon as they were out, I turned off the juice to Ann's room and replaced her broken fan. Tommy's room was the one with the broken outlet, and that took hardly any time at all. The broken drawer gave me the most problems, but I finally got that knocked out, the last item on the list. Sonia had gone back to her apartment to work on her own place.

Belinda and Tommy got back from school at the same time, around four. By that time, the cleaners were gone. Belinda came in and looked around, stunned. The place gleamed.

"Did you spend all day cleaning?" Belinda asked.

"No, I had someone else do it. The same people who do my house once a week. What do you normally do when you get home?"

"Watch TV, maybe take out some food to be thawed for supper. If the weather is nice, I sometimes go to the playground."

"Are you alone in the apartment until your Mom gets home?"

"Yes."

"What time does your Mom usually get home?"

"Between 5:30 and 6:00."

"Does she take Jeremy to work with her?"

"Yeah. She brings him there, but Grandma takes him and looks after him at her house. She brings him back to work, just before Mom leaves."

"You're a very responsible and mature young woman if your mom trusts you to be by yourself. You should be proud. Would you do me a favor though?" I asked.

"What kind of favor?"

"When you come back on the bus with Tommy, stick with him. If you need to get some quick chores out of the way like thaw something out, go with him. Then you can go back to their apartment and do your homework, play a game, go to the playground or watch TV together, since his Grandma is there to keep an eye on things."

"He's younger than I am," Belinda pointed out. "He can't protect me."

"No, of course not, and I wouldn't expect him to, but people by themselves are always more vulnerable than people together. Bad people don't like to deal with two people, even if they're kids. They prefer to catch one on their own. That way, if someone should grab one of you, the other one can scream bloody murder and draw attention, plus maybe get some kind of description of the bad guys. Short, tall, black, white, long hair, bald, color of clothes, type of car. It's just safer. Your mom would be devastated if anything happened to you after losing your dad, so it just makes sense, you see."

"Okay. I will."

"I'll tell Tommy the same thing, to stick with you. It doesn't hurt to do so, and could help. After all, he's at risk too if he's somewhere by himself."

"He said he's going to move to your house at Thanksgiving. What should I do then?"

"I don't know. We'll have to figure something out. We've got some time. Why don't you change clothes, and we'll go over there now. Anything you need to do before we go?"

"Take out some hamburger."

"I've got that. Do you like to play catch outside?"

"Yeah, but it's already pretty dark. As soon as daylight savings time ends, it will be dark."

"True."

Belinda went to her room to change and I took out some hamburger. I texted Bobbi a message that Belinda was going to be at Sonia's and not to worry. I left the spare key on the plate with the hamburger since Belinda could lock up after us.

When we went to Sonia's, Ann was there flashing her engagement ring to Tommy and Sonia.

"Nice one," I said, giving her a hug. "I'm so happy for both of you."

Sonia had dinner in the oven, and I greeted her with a quick hug and a kiss.

"Listen, I hope I haven't stepped on any toes here," I said, "but I realized that Belinda is by herself for at least ninety minutes when she gets home from school. Tommy, I'd like you to stick with her when she gets home. Escort her back to her place so she can change and do a couple of quick chores, then bring her back here with you. You can do your homework together, play games, whatever, but do it together.

"Children by themselves are more vulnerable than kids together, so stick together until Bobbi gets home. If anything should happen to the other one, I want you screaming your lungs out, draw the attention of anyone within hearing distance. Then, you'll only have a few seconds, but pay attention. If someone takes someone, are they fat or thin, tall or short, white or black, young or old. What clothes are they wearing, style and color. Do they have glasses, facial hair, scars or tattoos. Are they driving a car, truck, SUV or van and what color is it. Can you tell what make and model it is, newer or older. The more information you can give someone, the easier it will be to find them, so try to get as much detail as you can.

"Ann, I know I'm asking you to look after one more person after school, but I think this is important."

"That's fine. I should have thought of it myself."

"We'll have to figure something else out when you move. Maybe one of the other kids, or maybe something completely different. We'll figure it out, but I don't want Belinda by herself anymore. One tragedy in a family is enough. Are we agreed?"

Tommy said, "Sure, Dad. I think it's a great plan."

"Thanks, Tommy. You sure are a great young man to help look after your friends like that. Now, I want you guys to do something every day while you're riding the bus. Look at someone for five seconds, then close your eyes and try to describe them. Then open your eyes and see if you got it right. Practice, and you'll get better and better at describing something. Now quick, close your eyes, everyone." I waited until they closed their eyes. "Ann, what is Sonia wearing?"

"Uh, jeans and a purple blouse?"

"Only Ann, open your eyes. What is she really wearing?"

"Jeans and a pink tee shirt."

"Only Sonia, what is Ann wearing?"

"I think she has a blue dress with a floral pattern, mostly red flowers with some white ones. I know she has a diamond ring on her left hand."

I laughed. "I got that one too. Open your eyes and what is she wearing."

Sonia opened them. "It's a white dress with blue and red flowers on it."

"Your turn, Tommy. What was Belinda wearing?"

"Jeans with a green shirt?"

"Bingo, open your eyes. You nailed it."

Tommy opened his eyes and grinned.

"Last one. Belinda, what is Tommy wearing?"

"He still had his school clothes on. I think black pants, although they're definitely dark, and I think it was a white shirt."

"Close. Very close. You got the pants, but his shirt is more a beige than white."

"Okay, Mister Mucho Mangos, what am I making for supper?"

"Well, you were making a salad, which got interrupted when Ann came in and started flashing her new engagement ring around, and from the smell, something Italian is in the oven, and given the box in the garbage can, I'm guessing Stouffer's Lasagna."

She laughed. "Do you always do that? Make note of your surroundings?"

"It was a useful skill to have in the Army. I've actually gotten a little out of practice, so I should do more of it."

"Could you have described all of our clothes?" Ann asked.

"I might have made the same mistake Belinda made, calling Tommy's shirt white instead of beige. It's a subtle difference. Is the lasagna big enough for another three people?"

"You can't tell by the size of the box in the trash can?" Sonia laughed.

"I can only see part of the end. You shoved it in there pretty deep."

"It's big enough for three more."

"Tommy and Belinda, why don't you run back to her apartment and put the hamburger back in the refrigerator, then scoot on back. I'll let Bobbi know she's eating here."

"Okay." They took off.

I sent another text to Bobbi that lasagna was in the oven and to come over when she was changed. To bring the bottle of red wine with her when she came. It would go good with the lasagna.

******

At 5:45, we had Tommy and Belinda set the table. Like Bobbi, they had a small dinette set good for four. They also had a set of TV trays, so I set those up in the living room.

When Bobbi got there, she said, "I don't know whether to hug you, or slap you because you thought I was a bad housekeeper."

I laughed. "I don't think you're a bad housekeeper. I think that you don't have enough time. Working and raising two kids by yourself is a major time suck. Not to mention how much of your time we've eaten up lately. I just figured it's easier to keep things at a manageable level if you're starting from a good baseline."

"It looks pristine. It must have taken hours."

"I have a cleaning service do my house once a week. They sent six people in and they got it done in less than four hours. I wanted them out of there before you got back."

"Thanks once again for taking care of things."

"I hope you don't mind, but I thought Belinda would be safer if she and Tommy hang out together after school. They both agreed they'd look out for each other."

"No, I don't mind. I've been a little worried myself. A local pervert has exposed himself to two other girls in the neighborhood."

"Is that someone who would hurt me?" Belinda asked.

"Probably not, Belinda," I said. "Flashers are a special kind of sicko. They get a thrill about showing themselves to someone else, and it doesn't even have to be a kid. They want to get some kind of reaction out of you. If they don't get a reaction, it loses the thrill. If someone shows themself to you, just turn and walk away. Don't say anything, don't run, just turn and go."

"I always told my kids to say I've seen bigger dicks on a Ken doll," Ann said.

I laughed. "That's pretty good, but I think it's better to walk away without saying anything. Speaking to them is a reaction, and insulting them could cause anger. Just ignore them like nothing happened, especially for a kid. If you're an adult and you want to say that, it's another story, but most adults have some ability to protect themselves."

Sonia was about ready to start dishing out the lasagna. I said, "Everyone but Bobbi and Jeremy close your eyes." I waited for everyone to comply, "What is Bobbi wearing, all at once."

Everyone said blue shirt, but the adults all said khaki pants and the kids went with tan. I considered that a win.

"Very good. Way to pay attention."

"What's all this about?" Bobbi asked.

"Paying attention to your surroundings. Close your eyes," She closed them. "Now, tell me what everyone is wearing."

She got Jeremy and Belinda, her own two kids, and roughly the same as Belinda got for Tommy. Black pants and white shirt. For Sonia she said blue jeans but could't remember the shirt, guessing yellow. For Ann she had a floral dress in red, white and blue, but that's as close as she got.

"And what am I wearing?" I asked.

"Blue jeans and a red and black flannel shirt."

That was spot on. "Well, you were essentially right on all the kids, Sort of right for the two women, and dead on for me. Open your eyes and see how you did."

Bobbi opened her eyes and looked around.

"Bobbi," I teased, "you were sort of right on the two women, but exactly right with me. Should we imply from that you pay more attention to men than women from your answer?"

Bobbi blushed. "Maybe it's not all men. Maybe it's just you. You've been so kind to me and my family, I pay a lot of attention to you."

Sonia laughed. "I'm pretty sure I can say what Rooster is wearing every darn minute of every day, and the less, the better, so I don't blame you at all. Did you notice how he fills out that shirt?"

"I did," Bobbi laughed, "and everything else he's wearing, truth be told."

"I'll bet you noticed him on the boat ride, all the male hotness oozing from his bare manly chest?"

"Every bit of hotness."

"Does it sort of make up for all the hot girls in high school making fun of you," Sonia asked, 'knowing all the hot girls can't take their eyes off you now?"

"I don't know if it makes up for it, but it does give me warm and fuzzies now," I said.

"As well it should. All those feminine eyes ogling all of that masculine perfection," Sonia said. "Even my mom, sweet lady that she is, and just engaged to boot, watches you cross a room drooling a little bit."

I looked at Ann. "Only a little drool, I promise," she said, smiling. "I try not to be too obvious."

"Everyone of those cheerleaders at the engagement party looked like they wanted to get their hooks into him," Bobbi said. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"For sure. I'll bet if Rooster told Barb to strip, she would have done it right in front of her husband," Sonia said.

They started cackling like a couple of hens, and I had to admit, I liked being the object of their attentions.

"Can we eat now," Tommy said. "I'm hungry."

"Sure, honey." Sonia laughed. "Coming right up."

She started dishing up everyone's food. I opened up the bottle of red that Bobbi brought and poured all the adults a glass.

"Raise your glass in a toast to Ann Anderson, soon to be Ann Benson. Cheers," I said.

"Hear, hear," Bobbi said. "To love at any age."

"To many happy years with your new fella," Sonia said.

We went to the living room to enjoy our lasagna.

******

When supper was over, I didn't want to go home, to leave Sonia and Tommy and Ann. I wanted to stay and Sonia welcomed me once more. This time, Sonia told me that I had to hold still. She put the four pillows on the bed, to put my hands and feet on them, and told me if I moved, I'd be punished. My legs weren't spread too far, but they were spread.

"Are you going to spank me?" I joked.

"I could. I've had some clients who wanted to be spanked, and I spanked them good, but no. I think that what I'll do is fuck you in the ass. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?"

"Can't say that I have."

"Then it would be a new experience for you. Something the self proclaimed male slut hasn't felt yet, a big phallus in his butt."

"I can't say I'm eager to experience it."

"Do you think any female is eager to experience it for the first time, until they know it will feel pleasurable? You know females have refused your big cock up their ass for a reason, don't you."

"That's true."

"Have you had a finger up your butt?"

"I have."

"It's only a matter of degree. Believe me, what I shove up your ass won't be nearly as big as your cock up mine, however, all you have to do in order to avoid this violation, is not to move. You do believe you can hold still, don't you."

"I believe I can."

"But when I say hold still, I'm also talking about thrusting. I'm going to ride you, and you can't thrust. You can move your head, your shoulders, your limbs as long as they don't leave those pillows, but not your hips. They stay anchored to the bed."

"Intriguing."

"I think so."

Sonia swung her legs over me. She plastered her wet slit on my hard cock and started sliding up and down, almost a dry hump, or titty fuck in reverse, but neither of us was dry. She soaked my cock in the juices flowing from her steamy pussy. I could probably cum from this. She was hitting all the high points on my cock, and with enough pressure.

She didn't continue though. After five or so minutes, she held my shaft up and slid back until I penetrated her. It felt marvelous, hot and steamy, a nice tight sleeve. She sank down until I was balls deep and she was resting on my hips and legs. She rested her hands on my chest and dangled her breasts near my face. I wasn't violating the rules if I lifted my head and nibbled on her chocolaty goodness, so I did, making her moan.

"Have you ever heard of anything called the Singapore grip, or pompoir?"

"No, never."

"You're about to experience it."

She didn't move, and I was about to ask what the hell she was talking about, when I felt her pussy squeeze my cock. She released it slightly, then gripped again, and it seemed a little higher. Sonia held that, then released, and when she clamped down again, it seemed to squeeze just under the head. She still wasn't moving, but I could see her tense and bear down, her abdominals almost rippling the way her pussy was. The next compression was down at the base of my cock, then up, and up, but ending before it reached the head. It almost felt like a soft hand slowly stroking up my cock.

"You're so fucking long, I can't squeeze your head. This might be more difficult than I thought," Sonia said.

"It feels pretty fucking amazing," I said.

"Good. It's supposed to."

Her body wasn't moving, only her pussy, but it was stimulating me in some very pleasant ways.

Since I could still move my head, I leaned up and latched onto a nipple again. The pussy pulse seemed even better, as if I was coaxing it to tighten. It was hard to keep leaning up, but what the hell had I worked my core for, if not for this. I could tell that Sonia wanted to move almost as much as I did, but she remained still, only working her pussy to milk my cock.

As still as she was, sweat still started to form as she was really working her core muscles too. Her breathing got deeper, and faster. For twenty minutes she worked my dick, all internally, massaging it in her phenomenal pussy. Damn, that was incredible.

I felt my balls start to rise, and knew my orgasm wasn't far behind. I knew she had to be getting tired, like doing twenty minutes of sit-ups or crunches without a break.

"I'm so close," I groaned, "almost there."

I think she redoubled her efforts, trying to coax my cum out by sheer willpower and determination as she was gasping hard by now.

Suddenly, I hit the tipping point, and my cock began to spurt. The sensation was spectacular, but as I started to spurt, I drove my hips up, lifting her six inches in the air as I tried to drive myself deeper.

Sonia laughed. "You lose. Your ass is mine."

I groaned, knowing she was right. My cock continued to spout my offering, but she'd made me move.

"You still haven't had your spanking yet. Maybe I'll wait until after my ass fucking so I know how much I need to punish you."

Sonia laughed and laid down on top of me, kissing my nips.

"It won't be so bad. Gay men do it all the time."

"Hello. Not gay."

"You certainly aren't."

"So that's the Singapore grip?"

"It is, and I've never done it with anyone else before you. Usually, I wanted my client to cum fast, but I practiced it, in case anyone wanted it and was willing to pay lots of money for it. It's a good thing we've been exercising so religiously as often as we could. I don't think I could have lasted much longer. That was damn hard work."

She slid up my body, and my cock left the tight confines of her pussy, with a soft, wet plop. She planted a half dozen kisses on my neck and cheek before doing a tonsil dive.

We kissed for several minutes, then she rested her head back on my chest.

She was silent for quite a while, and I thought she was falling asleep. Instead, she surprised me.

"If you wanted to have a threesome with Bobbi, I wouldn't be opposed to the idea."

I sat up on my elbows, looking down at the top of her head.

"What makes you think she'd even want such a thing?"

"Oh, a threesome would certainly scare her, but she definitely wants to fuck you, and there's no way she's getting into your bed without me there."

"You think she wants to fuck me?"

"I'll bet her panties are wet every time she sees you. She wasn't joking when she said she pays attention to everything you do. You've been so good to her, and I'm not saying you shouldn't have, because you definitely should, but she's half-way in love with you now. You've set a mighty high bar for any man who hopes to follow you. She may still be in mourning, but she'd take you in a heartbeat."

I thought about what she said.

"How do you feel about that?"

"Conflicted."

I expected more of an explanation, but didn't get it. "How so?" I asked to push the conversation along.

"Because I fucked thousands of people for money, and I got almost nothing but money from it. Finally, I'm with someone I love so desperately; with whom the sex is so good, and so meaningful, and so special, I'd pay money to have it. And I know that you love me. I doubt you could have fallen in love with a whore unless you loved me so much, I can barely imagine it. My life seems perfect in every possible way, and I never want to lose this feeling, this sense of heaven, that I have now.

"But I look at Bobbi, who lost someone who was incredibly special to her, to her children, and she's been floundering. Probably hasn't even wanted to look at another guy, wondering how anyone can match what she had. Knowing her bed has been empty, and she hasn't enjoyed the touch of a man, or a woman for that matter, for over a year. She's relied on a battery powered lover for any hint of satisfaction she can get in a tough, hard life, and I feel so sorry for her, because my life was just as empty as hers was. Except my vibrator was a hundred empty sexual transactions that didn't even give me the pleasure of a vibrator, and I know what she wants. She wants what I have. Not enough to try to take it from me, but enough she pines for what she lacks.

"And you came into her life, and gave her kids a father the same as you gave Tommy one, and you gave her money, and joy, and happiness, all just tastes of what she had before and wants again. If our situations were reversed, I'd be falling in love with you. But I want her to have what I have, I just don't want to lose it for myself, so I'm conflicted. I want to give it to her, and I want to keep it all for myself."

I stroked her head, and her shoulders, her back, and she purred and tried to get closer.

"And you think that giving her a threesome might help her?"

"I think you fucking her would help her, but a threesome is all I'm willing to give." She looked up at me. "We've teasingly considered Sandy, but Sandy's doing fine. She doesn't need it. It would be more meaningful to Bobbi. If we're going to invite another woman into our bed, it should be her."

"And you really think she'd accept?"

"I can't answer that, but when she's using her vibrator, I can almost guarantee it's your face she's thinking about when she cums. It might be too scary for her to do. I can't answer that question, but she'll be tempted. Of that, I am sure."

"Well, I'm not going to ask her. She might think I tried to buy sex with her by giving her money. Probably insult the hell out of her, almost like not knowing whether to hug me or slap me when she arrived tonight."

"You're probably right. I'll talk to her and say the offer is on the table if she wants it. Let her mull it over a few days, then see what happens."

"If it does, how will you feel about it? I don't want to hurt you."

"As long as you continue to love me, I don't think you can hurt me. Will I have feelings of jealousy or something? Probably, but we're both sexually experienced, and I think we'll figure it out. Bobbi might have some strange feelings, but she's a big girl and can decide for herself what she wants. That's what you said about Maya, and it's also true about Bobbi."

I stroked her some more. She leaned up to kiss me again, a brief kiss that turned into something more, and then I put her on her back and plunged into her because I loved her so much. I made love to her for a half hour until she drained me again, softly sobbing in her own release.

******

I helped get Tommy off to school again, then headed home, sad to be leaving. I was really looking forward to having them with me all the time. I'd found my home, and it wasn't the house I was in, it was the people I was with.

When I got home, Benson was getting ready for his dance class.

"When you get back, Benson, let's move your stuff to the other guest room."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"Benson, what I didn't realize before, is that you've been like family to me. I didn't realize it until Sonia brought it to my attention. You've looked after me through thick and thin, good times and bad. You put up with a regular parade of different women coming through here. Ann is going to be my mother-in-law. I won't have her living in your little room. I'm quite sure."

"We could go into one of the other guest rooms, sir?"

"Nonsense. I don't need a big guest room like that anymore. Make it your own."

"Thank you, sir."

I went out for a run in the crisp fall air, going all out. Came back and pumped hard for forty minutes, and followed it up my swimming for a half hour. A quick sauna followed by a shower, and the chef's salad left in the fridge. Benson got back and we moved all of the stuff currently in the big guest room that neither Ann or Benson wanted (he called and checked with Ann). Then we moved any of the stuff they wanted from either Ann's old room I'd refurnished, or Benson's room, that they wanted. Since the bed in the guest room was king size, they stuck with that one, so I left the double in Benson's, which could become another guest room, or maybe I'd hire a full time maid. The queen stayed where it was, as did the wardrobe. It was a lot of hard work, and made me feel this had been a prime work out day. I told him he could move his clothes in and start sleeping there tonight, if that's what he wished.

"Do you wish to continue on in my employ?" I continued. "I know you have money of your own and might not need to work anymore. Would you like to be a man of leisure, spending as much time with your new bride as possible, or continue working? It's your choice. I can go either way."

"If I stopped, what would you do, sir?"

"Well, we have three pretty fine cooks, and a helper. We could just all contribute, or hire another cook, or maybe a maid/cook. Give them your old room. I'm sure the place will need tidying up more often with three more people in it. You and I were fairly neat, but I notice things get more cluttered with more people."

"Why don't we just see how it goes after everyone's a permanent resident. If we think we need the help after a few months, address it then, sir."

"Sounds like a plan, Benson."

Around nine, Sonia called. "What's up cupcake?" I asked.

"I had a chat with Bobbi."

"How did it go?"

"I told her that I believed she might be interested in sex with you, and if she was, I was not opposed to a threesome. I told her we didn't expect one, and if she was offended by the offer, we wouldn't be hurt if she declined. I said it was possible I read her wrong, and if I had, I apologized. I didn't expect an answer right away because I knew it was a big decision, but she could think it over and let me know in the future if there was some interest."

"What was her reaction?"

"Shock, initially. She said she'd never do anything to try to get between us. I said that she couldn't get between us, except perhaps in a physical sense, that no matter what she decided, you and I were fully committed to each other and didn't expect any change in our relationship. I did say that I'd talked to you and told you I'd make the offer to her, and you weren't opposed.

"She asked why I'd even consider such a thing, and I said I knew what it was like having to depend on a vibrator as a substitute for human contact, and I thought she might want more and I was willing to give it to her. That's kind of where we left it. Toward the end of the conversation, I thought I detected some interest, but she didn't say anything, so I guess we'll see how it goes."

"You don't think she was offended?"

"I didn't get a sense that she was. If anything, I suspect she's had to replace the batteries in her vibrator, which, by the way, I saw in her nightstand when I got the candle for the pumpkin. It was a small one, discrete, probably four or so inches long and thin. I think they call it a pocket rocket. It's easier to hide from the kids."

"I realized when I left your apartment this morning and immediately wanted to turn around and go back, that my house isn't my home. My home is wherever you and Tommy are. I immediately miss you."

"You sweet talker, you. I'll go easy on you when I fuck your ass."

"And I'll go easy on you when I spank yours."

Sonia laughed. "I miss you too."

"I worked my ass off today moving stuff into the other guest room for Ann and Benson. I thought about calling for a massage, but felt I wouldn't enjoy it nearly as much as I enjoy yours."

"That's because I give you a happy ending every time."

"I knew there had to be a reason. It sure wasn't because you were that great of a masseuse."

She laughed again. "Is your dick out?"

"I'm naked in bed."

"Talk dirty to me while you masturbate."

"Are you going to join me?"

"I started masturbating as soon as I made this phone call."

"Mmm, nice. Okay, I want you to imagine coming home after a shopping trip. You're hot, and sweaty, and your feet are sore. You ask me to rub your feet. I tell you to get naked and in bed. I get naked as well, and I kneel between your legs. I hold your right leg straight up off the bed, and I start rubbing your thighs between your pussy and your knees, kneading those muscles, loosening them. By the time I'm finished, your pussy is getting nice and juicy, I keep that leg extended, now working your calf, all those sore muscles from wearing heels all day.

"Since your thighs aren't getting much action anymore, your pussy starts feeling neglected, but still having your calf rubbed feels sensational, and when I start on your foot, you almost feel like you're melting. When your right leg has been tended to, I set it down and start on the left leg, the foot first. I begin working down that leg. As I get closer and closer to your pussy, you start getting excited again. Liquid starts forming inside of you, and your clit starts peeking out, knowing that when I reach the end of your leg, I'm going for your pussy.

"As I rub the top of your thigh, I'm brushing against you folds, and you're feeling it now. You spread your legs a little farther apart, and I hold both of them up for you and find your glistening slit, run my tongue up it from the bottom of your crevice to your clit." Sonia moaned. "I'm doing some heavy dining now, pushing my tongue as deep as it can go up your canal. You love it. I lower both legs down, but spread wide and lie in front of you, inhaling your scent as I push two fingers as deep as I can go."

"Fuck, Rooster, I'm cumming. Fuck."

"Yeah, cum for me, cum on my thick fingers. I'm rubbing your g-spot now, while my tongue dances on your clit."

"Oh, and it feels so good."

"I lick you to three more orgasms just like that one, but now my cock needs seeing to."

"Yeah, shove it in me. Make me your bitch."

"Here it comes, baby, spreading your pussy lips, nudging into the wetness created by your orgasms, one, long, slow, steady thrust, until you feel my balls on your ass."

"Jesus, Rooster. I'm cumming again. Even your voice is a stud."

I laugh. "I'm pumping inside of you now, hard, fast strokes. Pounding your pussy to a froth, slam, bam, thank you, ma'am. You feel another orgasm building. You're so close, right on the edge. Then I say, 'I'm going to cum, slut. Cum with me. I'm close. Fuck, cum with me. One, two, three, cum, slut,' and I'm pumping you full of sperm. I'm cumming inside of you. Fuck."

My cum spurts up my chest, thick ropes of it, as Sonia is moaning on the other end of the line.

"Fuck, fuck, oh, God. Fuck me," she says. "I'm cumming, Rooster."

"Me too, baby, me too. I'm making a mess. My chest is coated in my cum."

She laughed. "If you think you're chest is coated, you should see my sheets."

"What had you in such a dither?"

"Imagining Bobbi riding your dick."

"How did that make you feel?"

"Turned on, obviously. Envious, maybe, that she was stretched over your dick and I wasn't."

"We don't have to do this. We can change our mind."

"No, I want to do this if she does. I didn't feel angry or sad at all. Mostly turned on, so I think that bodes well. I've got to go. Need to change the sheets, stud. Talk to you later."

"Go running with me tomorrow?"

"I'll be there. We'll mess up your sheets for a change."

Sonia hung up and I laughed and got up to get a towel, not being prepared for the mess. I slept like the dead that night.

******

After the run, there was sex; lots and lots of sex. We couldn't seem to get enough of each other, and I wondered if Sonia was still picturing me with Bobbi.

During a lull, I asked Sonia what Tommy wanted for his birthday next Wednesday.

"You're already giving him what he wanted most, a father."

"I still have to give him something. I was thinking of DNA genetic testing to see if there might be any long term issues. I know he was interested if he had a predisposition to alcoholism, but would he like to do something with his friends, maybe a movie followed by burgers or something?"

"He'd probably like that, but the Halloween party is right after that, so he'll see his friends in a couple of days anyway, and the parents probably wouldn't be excited about two things in the same week."

"How about a Vikings game, or a Wild hockey game, or the Timberwolves?"

"Because his father was a quarterback, he's always been interested in football. A Vikes game would be good. Give him some father-son bonding time."

"Should I let him invite a friend?"

"If he does, he'll invite Belinda, which would be okay. Get a third ticket and he can invite whoever he wants."

"You don't want to come?"

"Football isn't appealing to me anymore because of his father. More time bonding with you would be good."

I checked the schedule. "Other than a Thursday night game the day after his birthday, which would fuck up school the next day, the next home game is November 10 against the Jaguars."

"He won't care about the opposing team, so buy those. Can you get tickets without being a season ticket holder?"

"I have access to a box for company business purposes. I can use the box. There will be other people there, but it's not a problem using it for personal reasons."

"He'll love that."

"I'll let Bruce know that I'll have three in the box, including two kids."

She smiled, kissed me, and just like that, we were at it again.

******

After Sonia left, I called Bruce and let him know I'd have one adult and two kids in the box seats for the November 10 home game.

"We can still use it for business, can't we?"

"As long as they respect the fact we have kids there, it shouldn't be an issue. By the way, one of them will likely be Belinda, Bobbi's daughter. Tommy really likes her."

"Is Bobbi still mourning?"

"She hasn't said anything yet."

"Let me know. I liked her."

"I will."

I wondered if he'd still like her if Sonia and I slept with her first. I might mention it to Bobbi if she expressed interest in her threesome.

I also called Doc and asked if he could do genetic DNA testing for potential problems.

"No, but I can write a prescription to have it done. Is Sonia concerned about breast or ovarian cancer?"

"I don't think so. Tommy's father was an alcoholic and he's concerned about a predisposition for drug or alcohol abuse."

"An eight year old?"

"I mentioned it was a possibility, and because his father drank himself to death, he's concerned."

"No problem. You want to stop by and pick it up, or send it to you."

"Send it. Tommy's birthdate is 10/23/16. May I ask about your intentions towards my mother?"

"You can ask."

"Are we talking romance, or friends with benefits?"

"FWB with a chance for more. Your mother is the one slowing things down."

"What's her sticking point?"

"I can't say for sure. Might be she's concerned about moving to Minneapolis. She has a full life in Waverly."

"It's not like she can't go back to visit. It's no more than an hour from your house to hers."

"I know that, but it's a big change to go from single for twenty years to a couple again. It's a big change for me, but I wan't even married before, so I'm looking forward to the possibilities of the change. She's comparing me to your father, who sort of spoiled her for other men. It's why she's been so adamantly single for so long. It might be she's afraid it won't be that way a second time, or that it will."

"That doesn't make any sense," I said.

"Yes, it does. If it is that good, she may feel she's disrespecting the memory of your father, sort of cheating on him. And if it isn't, then I'll remind her of what she had, and doesn't have anymore, a pale imitation of what her marriage was."

"Okay, I guess I see that."

"So, we'll go at her pace and see what happens. She likes the benefits so far."

I laughed. "Good."

"Talk to you later, Rooster. You should have that in the mail in a couple of days."

"Thanks, Doc. Good luck."

******

Maya came over on Thursday evening while Greg saw the kids.

"Where were you on Tuesday?"

"With Sandy."

"And?"

"It's nice. I spent a couple hours with her. I notified Greg and Alex I'm having sex with her, but there's no romantic intentions. It's just for sex because I need some."

"Any pushback?"

"A little surprise from Greg, because he didn't know about the college experimentation, but nothing from Alex except a smiley face. I told Greg that I missed having sex with a live person, and he'd better get his act in gear, but I was still promising to stay away from other men for the time being. None of this bothers you, does it?"

"Nope."

"Have you heard from Mom?"

"No, but I talked to Doc yesterday."

"What did he say?"

"That they are currently in a friends with benefits mode, and he's hoping for more, but Mom is slowing it down. He's not sure of the reason, but he's willing to play the long game because he likes her."

"At least I'm not the only one in the family not getting laid anymore."

"Would you like to swim again?"

"Can I go naked?"

"Fine by me."

"Are you going to watch?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No."

"Then I won't."

"Would you if I said I didn't mind?"

"Probably. I like looking at naked women."

"Even if they're your sister?"

"All I'd be doing is looking. They have entire nudist colonies devoted to families. I don't think it's that wrong. I've seen you in skimpy bikinis before. Not much difference, if you ask me. I'm already imagining what's below that suit."

"Would you get an erection?"

"Probably, but I'll be wearing these clothes because I've done my swimming for the day."

"Would Sonia mind?"

"Doubtful. You can ask her if you want."

Maya thought for a minute.

"Watch me if you want."

"Okay."

I followed her into the pool and grabbed a lounge. Maya was fairly shy getting undressed, facing away from me, then jumping into the pool as soon as she shed her clothes.

She swam the crawl for ten laps, so not much to see except her ass infrequently, as it was mostly underwater until she did a turn. I was swollen, but not erect.

I got out my phone and texted Alex.

R U free?

Yeah, what U need?

Watching your girlfriend swim naked in my pool. U want a quick movie?

Can U C much?

Not at the moment. I can ask her to do backstroke.

LOL. Sure.

"Hey Maya, your boyfriend wants you to do the backstroke so he can get a short movie. Are you willing?"

"You texted Alex, and you told him you're watching me swim naked?"

"Sure. I have no secrets from my brother in arms."

"Fuck."

Despite her expletive, she turned on her back and I shot thirty seconds of her swimming the backstroke. From what I could see, her waxing from the spa was still holding.

"That's good, sis. He'll appreciate it."

She flipped me the bird as she rolled back over. I laughed and sent Alex the clip.

Damn your sister is fine.

Must run in the family. Doc thinks my mother is fine too.

Your mom and Doc?

Hot and heavy. When do you think you can make another appearance? Inquiring minds want to know.

Hoping to take ten days around Thanksgiving. Two Saturday nights.

She'll be desperate by then.

Do you think Sandy would join us?

Sandy would love it. Not sure about Maya though. She might want you all to herself. She can see Sandy anytime.

I'll ask her.

Later B.

Later Rooster.

Sonia called around nine.

"How can I help you, honey?" I asked.

"Are you with Benson?"

"No, watching Maya swim."

"Is she naked?"

"Yeah."

"Do I need to spank you, Rooster?" Sonia asked, laughing.

"No. I'm behaving myself, although I sent a quick movie to Berserker."

Sonia laughed. "Find some privacy. I need to talk to you."

I went into the party room and told her she was free to talk.

"Bobbi is interested."

"Is she with you now?"

"Yes."

"Put her on."

"She's as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Go easy on her."

"I'm the soul of decorum."

"Yeah, right, says the man watching his nude sister swimming."

"She told me I could. It's not like I barged in on her."

"Slut. I'm putting you on speaker."

"Hello, Bobbi," I said.

"Hello." She sounded quite meek and timid, not like she was most of the time. I wasn't surprised.

"You do realize that this is not something that you have to do, and nothing I've done for you, was designed to get you into bed, right?"

"I didn't think it was."

"That's good. Before we discuss this, I wanted to ask you if you feel you've reached the end of your mourning period? Is this a one time thing, or are you interested in pursuing a relationship with someone?"

"With you?"

"Not with me, with anyone?"

"I'm not sure, why?"

"Bruce Savage, the COO of my company, that you met at my engagement party who spoke to you. I can tell you that he's interested. He liked you and might like to date. If you feel your mourning is over and you might like to see if you're ready to move on, dating him could be a better alternative to a threesome with Sonia and me. It could lead somewhere. If you're not, and just want to have someone share your bed again, no matter how briefly, I'm certainly willing to proceed, but I want you to have that choice."

"I'm still unsure. For now, just human contact is all I want."

"And you know this is with Sonia? I won't be alone with you."

"She said."

"Are you okay with that? I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for."

"I'm curious. I'm reasonably certain I'll be okay."

"You can stop whenever you wish. I just want it to be clear that it's the three of us. I won't ignore my fiancée, nor will I ignore my guest. All three or nothing."

"I understand."

"I'm going to suggest that you bring your kids on Saturday around four, so Benson and Ann can keep an eye on them for the night. We'll go out to dinner, a nice place, where we'll wine and dine you, so you can get spiffed like you would for a date. I'll make reservations at a hotel, so none of the children will know what we're up to. Does that seem okay?"

"It sounds lovely, actually. I really appreciate you doing this for me."

I laughed. "It's not as if we won't enjoy ourselves, Bobbi. You're an attractive woman."

"I'll be a little nervous."

"Hence the wining and dining. Hopefully, you can get the jitters out of the way, although I definitely don't want you drunk."

"Can we go to Manny's again?" Sonia asked. "Maybe dancing again afterwards?"

"Sounds good to me. Bobbi, how does that sound to you?"

"Wonderful."

"It's a date then. I'll see you at four on Saturday. I love you, Sonia. See you tomorrow."

"You bet, lover."

I stepped back into the pool area, where Maya was just getting out of the pool. Damn, she looked good. I handed her a robe.

"Why did you leave? Did Sonia get upset you were watching me swim?"

"She just wanted to have some privacy for a conversation. She wasn't upset at all, although she jokingly asked me if I needed a spanking."

"What did she want privacy for?"

"Something private."

"Too private for your sister?"

"Not for my part, no, but I'm not the only one involved."

"Okay. I can accept that. Did Greg call?"

"Not me. I was on another phone call. I didn't take your phone with me. It's by my chair."

Maya grabbed the phone and saw a text from Greg saying he was leaving.

"I'd better get going. Greg left."

"I'll see you when I see you," I said.

"Bye, Bobby."

"Do me a favor, and call me Rooster, so I don't get confused with Bobbi Burns."

"I'll try."

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