Tropical Disturbance

So yeah, the big fuck scene, the one I just spent 10 weeks editing and watching and editing and watching over and over again as a salve for my broken heart. What they'd watched so far, me seducing Dale, him then finally letting me have his dick? That wasn't it.

No, the big fuck scene in store for them was the finale. It was them fucking me up by leaving me heart broken. The same sequence over and over again from all the angles available. That's the story of my adult life though. I mentioned before that I do webcam shows, right? I've monetized my exhibitionist kink.

I'll bet you think it's fucked up right? That I should have multiple cameras recording events in my townhouse, 24-7, every room. I've told Dale and Kat also, and it doesn't look as if they've put two and two together yet.

I queued it up while in a bitchy mood. Now that I'm sitting on the toilet cleaning up my bloody puss, it's apparent my bitchy mood is due to my period. Two days early. Dammit, Katrina and Dale still owe me some fucks. Ah well, guess I'll wait 'til later to collect what they owe me. I'm not in the mood for fuck like this.

I open up my A/V app on my phone and dequeue the video, don't want them watching it without being able to see their faces. Instead, I queue up my Bitch In Torment playlist, it's a mix of Bloodrock, Coldplay and Bad Company tracks. It's on low now 'cause I'm not yet to the full on self loathing stage.

Katrina opens the bathroom door, looks in and says, "Are you okay Jessa? You've been in here a while. The video went away also."

"No, I'm not okay. My bloody little red bitch decided to visit two days early. The only thing I'm in the mood for is a shower and then slithering into bed to sleep the rest of the weekend. You and Dale can go fuck yourselves silly otherwise."

Katrina walked over to the shower stall and turned the water on. Made me feel guilty for being a grump. She asks, "You sure you don't want me to scrub your back?"

"I don't want anyone touching me right now," I grouse, "just stay out of my way while I feel sorry for myself."

"Okay grump, I'll go get your bed ready for you then," she tells me as she leaves without giving me a chance to complain.

Don't you hate that? People being nice to you when you want to grump and grouse and be miserable? It drives me nuts sometimes. But the water in the shower is hot and soothing. It almost makes up for the massive headache threatening. Didn't quite keep me from envisioning having to make the bed all over again to my satisfaction before I could go to sleep.

I get to my room with my sleep bed and inspect the job Kitty Kat had done getting it ready. Surprisingly enough, clean white sheets, thick blanket and a body pillow were waiting almost exactly like I wanted. I pull on my underpants, sweats and slide into bed with the light out.

Aside from a couple of trips to the toilet, I sleep until late afternoon. I check my phone and see that Saturday disappeared already and it's Sunday. Nobody is around. Turn up the volume on my Bitch In Torment playlist.

In the kitchen I find a note from Dale or Katrina, handwriting kind of looks like Dale's when I compare it to the list he started a couple of days ago. The note tells me there is some leftovers in the fridge, but I'm not in the mood for what I see in there. Nothing in there appeals to me, but I need something.

Spotting the half jar of green olives, I open that and munch on them while I try to decide if I want to cook something. The olives are helping, but they are salty and drinking the brine doesn't help that. Okay, I open my last can of ginger ale. Mmm, sugar. A menstrual cramp starts. Pickle juice is supposed to be good for cramps, so I pour some into a cup and drink that.

Odd combination all that, the flavors all mixing together. Salty, sugary, briny, gingery, vinegary, and so on again. My tampon is feeling squishy and now my underpants do to. I go take a shower and then get in bed. I need sleep before work tomorrow, get back up in a panic to make sure I have clean underpants for work. Can't go commando while the bitch is leaking out.

So, here I am, just about asleep, dwelling on why I'm all alone and why Dale and Kat hadn't at least told me they were going home. They didn't even give me a hug before they left. I could have used a cuddle while I'm feeling miserable. Why do I have abandonment issues all of a sudden?

Maybe that's been a problem for me all along. I'd usually get bored with my playthings and dump them before they got tired of me. But this time... this time... they had dumped me. That's what that video I was going to show them was all about. I need sleep dammit, leave me alone trouble!

Monday is hump day, not for work, for my cycle. I start to feel better, with less self loathing. Yesterday I loved them. Today, not so much. I start thinking that I should tell them to take a hike. I need to get back to being myself, not some plaything for them. See, that's not how things are supposed to work. They are supposed to be my playthings! How did everything get so topsy-turvy?

Tuesday, when the flow is lighter and I'm feeling more human, they both send me selfies and they are blowing me kisses. Okay, they're cute, I love 'em again. I text them to find out what they have planned for the weekend. Kat's response is that she is working midday Saturday, but I'm welcome to go over there anytime and she'll join me and Dale when she gets home.

Maybe I should do that, go over after Kat has gone to work Saturday and fuck Dale's brains out before she returns home and fuck her brains out while he's unconscious when she gets back. It looks like I'm starting to get horny again. Anyway, it's an improvement over how it was for me 3 weeks ago when I couldn't even think about sex. I make sure my nipples are hard and send them both a boob shot from my car in the parking lot at work.

The flow of my period stopped mid-morning Wednesday and I'm thinking about sex constantly like before they walked out of my life. I want to hang on to that feeling, but if they leave me again, will I be able to? Shit, now I hate them again. I'm thinking that on Saturday, it might be better to wait until Kat gets off work and have them meet me on neutral ground like Barbarossa's and tell them to fuck off.

I can't quite bring myself to send that text though. On the one hand, if I deviate from what they are expecting they'll know something's changed, right? And then they'll ghost me at Barbarossa's and I'll be right back where I was, abandoned. You've screwed me again haven't you trouble?

For the first time in fifteen fucking years I cry myself to sleep. Okay, maybe the fifth of Crown Royal after I got home made that last part inevitable. Liquid courage my ass! At least I got it out of my system. I didn't cry that day they walked out of my life last time. I just got morose and depressed, no crying.

So Thursday morning when I'm sober, I'm feeling kind of relieved now that the crying jag is out of the way. At work I'm multitasking again at last, thinking about both work and sex per my usual. It makes my boss tell me that he's glad to have me back. I hadn't taken any time off from work except last Friday, but you know. Maybe I should go rub one out in the restroom just to let him know that I'm 100 percent again.

My day lasts longer than usual since I'm hitting my groove and getting caught up on all my work. I get home from work and get inside when I receive a text message from Dale. A video is attached, a hot video. Kitty Kat is bouncing up and down on Dale's cock, nipples taut, breasts jiggling, breathing hard. Well fuck, now I love them once more.

I rush inside, almost forgot the stuff in my car. I strip down on my way to my masturbation lair, drag out the sybian and the lube and my hitachi wand. I'm already juicy in my crotch, but I since I'm going to be grinding real hard, the lube is gonna help. Now the sybian is on, I've turned on my webcam to record the show while I'm grinding out a couple of orgasms getting ready for the squirting.

My juices are percolating between my thighs and bouncing around on top of the machine when I feel one coming on. When I ejaculate my squirt splashes off the sybian and up to my tits, all over my chest. Oh fuck it felt good and I'm still trembling from the orgasm while I clip it and tag it and attach it to a text to send back.

Friday the doubts start creeping in. I wonder why the fuck I did what I did the night before. Aside from being horny again that is. I'm suppose to be getting ready to kick them to the curb, and how is that going to look after I just sexted them? Then again, now they won't suspect anything, right? And I have to make myself ready to be mean ya know? How else am I going to keep from being abandoned?

Oh, and when the fuck did they learn how to do drooling emojis anyway? I think about that while I plan how the break up is going to go on Saturday while I'm trying to work on Friday. Needless to say, since I wasn't concentrating on work, I fucked up a data deploy. Good thing I had a backup of the database from before hand.

My cheese for brains slip-up meant late hours on Friday. I hate them again. Okay, Dale and Kat hadn't actually screwed up the deploy. That was me, but I blame them anyway, 'cause trouble told me to. But what the hell does trouble know anyway but how to get me in trouble? Bastard.

Anyway, I over-sleep Saturday morning. By the time I wake up, Kat's been at work almost 4 hours and she doesn't normally work more than 6 hours. That means I'm not going to have time to fuck Dale's brain out before Kat gets back from work. My plan is shot to hell at that point. I'm going to have to wing it, ya know. Find some way to break up with them differently than my original plan.

But that's me isn't it? Can't plan worth shit, and wing it anyway. Well, my private life anyway. Normally my business life is more orderly and I don't fuck that up as much. So it's Saturday, the day I've resolved to head off my abandonment breakdown by beating them to the punch. It's going to be messy, I just know it is, but I've got to do it. Self preservation, if nothing else.

When I get out to my car to go? One of the tires has been nailed! It's going to take triple A around two hours to get to my place. But if I change it myself, I'll have to get changed to grubbies first, and after changing the tire get cleaned up and shower and dressed again. Either way, Kat is going to be home before I get there... bother. I text them to tell them I'm running late.

No way around it now. I'm going to have to jump straight in right off the bat when I get there and tell them that we must be done, we need to get back to our respective lives and stay away from each other. I'll give them the it's not you, it's me speech. That should do, I guess. I'm nervous as hell now.

First thing I need to make sure of is bring their house key to return. I shouldn't be hanging on to it if we aren't going to be having relations anymore. After I get to their house and let myself in, I drop the key in the kitchen catch-all drawer. Neither of them are downstairs. Did they get started having sex while waiting for me?

What do I do, wait until they finish and then tell them I'm leaving? Interrupt the sex to tell them? Wait! No Jessa, stop thinking about sex long enough to finish the job at hand! It's time to dump them and thinking about sex is not conducive to dumping them! Get a grip Jessa! Shit.

Should've picked up something for dinner on the way over. I walk into the kitchen and they have what's left of dinner on the stove. That'll do, I help myself to some, not much since my stomach is tied up in knots thinking about what I've got to do tonight. It's just enough to settle my butterflies temporarily. And of course I feel a tad guilty having that little bit.

As I'm putting my used dishes in the sink, they walk into the kitchen. Drat, they are nude. I've got to focus on the job at hand, but dammit, they are too fucking sexy.

Dale says, "You're here finally."

Kat, at the same time says, "'Bout time lover."

I push forward, otherwise I'm liable to falter, "I thought you guys wanted to talk. That's what you said last weekend. After sex, we'd talk? Sorry I flaked out when I got my period. So, what do we talk about?"

"We'll talk. When the makeup sex is finished," added Kat.

"Guys," I said.

Dale said, "I think she's a tad overdressed, what do you think Kat?"

"Oh yes, she's definitely overdressed," as Kat unzipped my skirt and tugged it off my hips.

"Kat! Wait..." and that's as far as that thought got when she buried her face in my crotch licking and nipping my pelvis and the heat rose in my nether region. Of course, Dale took over my lips with his mouth, driving his tongue between my parted lips and insistently exploring between my teeth and tongue.

Dale and Kat are past my defenses so fast the only thing left for me to do is moan and whimper as I'm being undressed and seduced and turned into a fuck toy so fast my head spins. God I hate them. God I love them. I'm going to be fucked, and they are going to fuck me and I'm going to end up helping them. I can't help myself, I want it so much.

In their bedroom they switch roles on me, Dale parts my thighs and nibbles on my raised knees eventually trailing along my inner thighs inching achingly slowly toward my pussy. I can't direct him to go any faster though because Kat straddles my face, rubbing her slick pussy over my chin and mouth and questing tongue. Her hands are tickling my hips stroking back and forth teasing my mound, not quite touching my clit.

Impatiently, I roll my hips forward and thrust my quivering sex trying to get them to pay more attention to that, but they leave me wanting. I ache to have a mouth on my mound, on my labia, on my clit. I'm so close to climax and my slit is open, ready for penetration and the slickness is dripping down between my ass cheeks.

My knees are pushed toward my shoulders, and trapped by Kat's arms. My delirious cunt and ass are stretched and begging for a fuck right now. Please fuck me somebody? When the finger enters my ass that's been slicked by my own juices, I start screaming my orgasm into Kat's sloppy pussy. The spasms of my anus clench the finger and soon a second finger joins the invasion increasing my squirming.

The porn star position they've got me in restricts my movement, but whatever I can manage has me riding the fingers in my ass and toward another crest. Kat bucks in orgasm making my face even sloppier and she leans forward. Her lips envelope my already engorged clit, pushing me over the edge again, "Oh fuck me. Oh God, fuck me," I beg.

Dale removes his fingers and I whimper at the empty sensation I now feel in my anus as it clenches the air.

"Please somebody, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, just fuck me!"

Dale's cock head teases and rubs my clit for a bit while Kit licks it and my clit in tandem. My panting is making me parched, so I do my best to suck moisture from Kat and I'm rewarded when she cums in my mouth again.

Kat pants, "Fuck her dear, impale that hungry cunt with your pole."

I squeal with delight when his throbbing dickhead starts sliding past my open labia, "Please, yes, impale me! Oh yes!" I struggle to make it go in faster, but with Kat pinning me down to the bed all I can do is wring the sheets harder in my fists.

They torture me with this slow fuck. After all of his shaft is in me, he stops. I can feel it throbbing, pulsing deep within my vagina. Why stop? Why, why? I try to milk his semen with my tunnel and succeed in making myself cum on him while he waits with it bottomed out. I am beyond words now, all I can do is whimper and moan.

When my climax recedes, Dale pulls slowly out and slowly pushes in again and repeats it until he eventually steadies on a slow rhythmic thrusting. I concentrate on how each vein rubs the walls of my vagina this way and that. It's building me up to a monster orgasm, steadily ratcheting my core tighter and tighter. I'm sure I'm going to explode and drench the three of us.

Just as I approach the point of no return, Kat pushes Dale back. I groan in frustration. Oh God I hope they aren't planning on edging me. I gasp as Kat grasps my ass cheeks and pulls them apart spreading my bung hole, stretching it taut though it gapes and clenches as if begging to be shafted.

"You heard her Dale, she wants that ass fucked too."

"Fuck," I plead, "fuck it, use me!"

The ridged head of Dales dick lines up with my hole and presses inexorably forward stretching my anus slowly while I whimper and pant and moan my pleasure at the pressure. I feel it wholly engulfed by my anal ring, straining and pulsing and still slowly surging forward until it's finally through with an inaudible pop. I feel my juices dripping and drooling out of my open snatch flowing down and around his tool that has me plugged.

"Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Fuck me rough. And for God's sake fuck me faster dammit! Make me cum like the sex starved slut that I am!"

I rock against his hard cock as much as I can and that wonderful fleshy shaft in my bum starts getting harder as it's pushed further in. I groan, "Yes!"

Dale gathers speed slowly, his balls making contact as he plunges his full length in and then back out again. I know I'm not far away from cumming, and yes, I'm going to explode and drench us. That peak grows ever closer with each stroke. Kat jams fingers in, grinds my clit with the heel of her hand and then squeezes my sex like she's juicing a lemon. Blam!

I convulse as my orgasm explodes, "Ah! Holy FUCK!" My spasm arches my back trying to straighten my torso and legs, but Kat and Dale ride me like I'm a bronco, "Oh, Oh, Oh fucking fuck fuck," I cry as I can't seem to stop squirting, but then it settles down to leaking and trembling. It hurts so good I'm ruined for sex with anybody else. Nobody will ever be able to fuck me that good ever again.

When I opened my eyes again, the room was dark. My bladder wanted to be relieved, and I managed to get out of bed and into the bathroom without waking either of them. The nightlight showed the soaked duvet had been bundled into the hamper. It reeked of sex. So did I, with semen still leaking out of my ass.

Dale had pumped a lot in there while he was balls deep in me and just lying in bed wasn't conducive to expelling it. It's time for a shower. The hot water felt good and suited my afterglow. Drying off after that, I tried to remember where my clothes had ended up, downstairs or up here. In the bedroom again, the clock read shortly after six. The sun wasn't up yet. My clothes were not up here.

In the hallway, it looked like the downstairs lights had been left on. At least that would make it easier to get dressed again, and I chuckled at the thought of having to stumble around in the dark. I head down, there's my blouse. I pick it up and when I straighten, Dale and Kat's 20 year old daughter is standing there, in her night shirt looking directly at me. And my nipples start getting harder.

"Mini-Kat..."

"Jessa, you've been around enough to call me Erica."

"Um, I can explain..."

"By all means, explain... as if I couldn't hear the three of you fucking when I walked in last night. Oh, and get dressed, I don't think I need a visual of you and my parents banging away."

All of a sudden I start wondering what it would be like to have both Kat and her daughter's lips roaming over my body and slicking me down with their pussies. My pussy gets damp. Would that be too much like incest? There was that time I was spit-roasted by twins. They didn't mention if they thought they were engaging in incest when they double penetrated my pussy. Two dicks at once, that was fun. My pussy gets even more damp.

I see you peeking at me over Erica's shoulder. Yeah, you trouble. If I seduce mini-Kat, they would get mad at me big time wouldn't they? They would chuck me out faster than last Tuesday's chicken dinner, and then where would I be? Damn you trouble, quit tempting me with forbidden fruit.

"I've got issues," I start.

"Nymphomania? I think everyone around here is well aware of that issue Jessa."

"No, I mean abandonment issues. I have to be the one to leave. They left me three months ago and it hosed me up in a bad way."

"So leave them. Just walk away."

"I can't do that either. It's got to be mutual. I wanted to tell them last night but..."

"Ah! The nympho issue."

"That's not fair, they took advantage of that!"

Erica throws my skirt at me, "Put some clothes on. Try wearing underwear next time. And start using something other than your clit to think with."

I can't figure out why she's so mad at me. I slink off upstairs to put my clothes on. It's too awkward to do that on the stairs or under her stare. Up in the bedroom I change my mind, don't dress and crawl back into bed with Dale and Kat to snuggle between them. Kat kisses my cheek. I whisper, "Are you awake love?"

"Hush."

"Erica's home," I add, still whispering.

"Shhh."

I lay there worrying what the repercussions might be while Kat kisses me again lingering between my cheek and the corner of my mouth. Not a long while after, Dale eases out of bed and goes into the bathroom and after the toilet flushes he leaves the room.

I close my eyes and hope I've done nothing wrong. Then I realize my car is sitting out front. She would have seen it anyway. I could hardly have hidden that I wasn't napping on the sofa downstairs. What will the girl say about the encounter? But now I'm stuck in Kat's embrace and she's asleep again. But all I can think about now is licking Erica's pussy.

Kat's got that wonderful almost too reserved milfy quality about her. Erica would be a wildcat in bed I think. Young and with the stamina to keep up with me. Dale and Kat together can keep me fulfilled, but I think Erica wouldn't need help like them. My hand travels over my crotch, circling my little nub as it fills with blood, aching for attention.

I finger myself lightly, teasingly, stroking just inside the entrance and spread the lips. Kat's hand is on my belly so I shift my hips slowly trying to work my slit closer. I nudge her hand a bit, just a tiny bit urging it to move. I want to have her fingers in my pussy with my own. It would be so delicious to have her plumbing my insides at the same time as I do. I try to get her hand there without waking her.

My self play and anticipation is edging me closer in peaks and valleys ever higher toward a climax. Kat's fingers almost on my mound. I whimper and hope it doesn't wake her. My hungry lusting impatient slit, drives me on, lashes me to rush ahead, I move her hand and position her fingers ready to plunge.

The bite on my neck startles me and I gasp, my hips jump, our entwined fingers are gobbled up by my lips, stretching my tunnel deliciously tight, I moan. I urgently start fucking myself with our combined hands, huffing, panting, grunting in delirious pleasure as my orgasm pulses my body. Kat's body shifts and her mouth engulfs a nipple, sucking and biting and tonguing it until I cum again.

When her fingers start wriggling inside me I move mine out of the way. She explores my folds, tracing the contours and circling my cervix, teasing a third orgasm from me.

"Had enough yet slut?" she asks while I'm still squirming on her fingers pumping in and out.

"Oh God, one more please?" I beg.

"Okay, one more, but then I'm going to have breakfast."

Kat straddles my hips so that she has some leverage to finger fuck me while she grinds her mound against my lower belly getting her juices flowing across my hips and pelvis. I squirm beneath her ministrations, she thumbs my clit and slides a couple fingers in and out making sure I'm getting really sloppy and noisy under her hand while I knead her ass cheeks.

I'm about to climax, but she stops and shifts a little to the side and sits on one thigh pinning that leg while pushing my other knee toward my chest. I get a thrill in my core thinking she's getting ready to roger me really good with her fingers. Working three and then four fingers into my greedy sloppy vagina stretching my clit and canal has me panting and ready and all she's done so far is worked half her hand into my slit. It's feeling so full and tight.

"Fuck that's tight. Come on Kitty Kat, fuck me hard!"

Then she lands on my g-spot as she twists her hand in further. I grunt as a knuckle rasps that special spot. Fuck I'm going to be sore after she's done with me. It's going to hurt so good. When I gasp once more, Kat saws that one knuckle back and forth until I squeal. The sensation is almost too much, I'm ready to buck her off and my orgasm crashes through me, my core clenching so hard on her hand that she can't move it any more until my orgasm is finished.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Thank you, thank you, thank you..." I pant. I'm drenched with sweat and as weak as a kitten.

"Shower time fuck toy," Kat tells me. "Come on, get up. I'm getting hungry."

"Slave driver," I whine. Maybe Kat can handle me all by herself. I've just now been thoroughly fucked, my first ever fisting. Well, I've gotta admit to owning a toy shaped the same way, but using that's not the same. It's nothing like the real thing. For one, the silicone is too soft compared to an actual firm unyielding hand. Where the fuck did Kat get the idea to do that?

I feel like my skin is glowing and it also feels like Kat's hand is still in my crotch. My steps are unsteady into the bathroom. Kat's already halfway finished with her shower by the time I retrieve a towel for drying afterward. She leaves the water running for me as she steps out and starts drying herself.

In the shower, the hot water helps revitalize my flagging energy. My hunger soon becomes apparent to me also. An omelet would be wonderful. Maybe I can talk Dale into cooking one for me. The water starts cooling a couple of minutes after I finishing rinsing and just stand there soaking up the heat. Oh well.

If I were home, I wouldn't worry about dressing before going to the kitchen. But mini-Kat had already berated me for being downstairs nude. No sense in taking a chance on pissing her off again, so I dress before leaving the bedroom. She might have been pissed at me to begin with considering her remarking on our bedroom fun last night.

Hesitating outside the bedroom door, it sounds like there is normal conversation downstairs, so it feels safe to head down to the kitchen. The three of them are sitting at the dining room table when I come off the stairs. I turn toward the kitchen intending to let them have their privacy.

Suddenly Erica jumps up from the table screaming, "Seriously? You've got to be fucking kidding me!"

She spots me and yells at her parents again, "No fucking way!" before storming my way. Erica stops right in front of me, pokes me and yells the same thing in my face, "No fucking way!" Each word she punctuates with a finger poking my sternum.

I flinch and cover my chest with my hand, "What did I do?"

Then mini-Kat huffs at me, storms upstairs, stomps down the hallway and slams a bedroom door shut.

I look at Dale and Katrina, "Why is she mad at me?"

Dale sighs and comes over to hug me, "Looks like we've got a bit of a crisis on our hands at the moment," he says.

"So, no breakfast?"

"Sorry Jessa, how about if we bring dinner over this evening?" Kate suggests.

"Okay, if you come bearing pizza and wine, I'll let you in." It overlooks the fact that they still have keys to my townhouse and I probably won't bother to stop them even if they don't have goodies for me. I'll just fuck them into submission, tie them up and... well enough of my sordid fantasies.

"Sure lover, we'll call you on our way over," adds Dale.

So I grab my purse, give them both a kiss on my way out. Then half way out to my car, I realize I'm barefoot. The ground is cold in late November. Fuck it, I'll get my shoes later. Or not, depending on how the talk goes this evening. Maybe I'll just go ahead and buy a new pair of shoes. I have a bunch more at home anyway.

On the way home and feeling hungry, it seemed like a good time to go out of my way to Planet Smoothie and order a Shag-a-Delic Energy drink at the drive thru. With the pick me up I'd be all set to get back to my yoga routine after being so sporadic throughout my period of feeling abandoned for the past three months.

It's laundry day today also, so I load the machine while finishing my smoothie. Next I queue up my yoga tracks and start my warm up routine. In my shallow routine it's apparent to me that I've slacked off too much so I do more reps of my poses, working the movement back into my muscle memory.

Once I was nice and sweaty from my yoga, it was into my professional masturbation lair for a couple of hours to put on a webcam show. I owned two sets of Lovense Gemini app controlled clamps and I decided to attach one set to my nipples and the other set to my labia and connected them to my webcam tip jar along with my Lush.

Only a handful of my regular viewers were around this morning, but I wasn't counting on making a lot of tips until word got around that I was doing my shows again. That would take a week or two I figured. In the meantime, it was enough that I got off enough to have five orgasms. The chair I was using for the show got plenty wet.

After that I went to take a bath and soaked until lunch time. Lunch was a simple tossed salad with mini shrimp and balsamic fig vinaigrette. While I ate, I edited video I captured from my morning show and loaded it up for sale on my content website and check my sales from the past three months. Sales volume's getting stale so it's good to get new material for sale out there.

After lunch it's time to finish the laundry, which is easy when a girl doesn't wear a lot of underwear or pajamas. Well basically, I mostly only wear clothing to my full time job as a DBA. That and for shopping trips. All my casual clothing is sundresses for outside trips. I put one on for tonight, pastel blue with tiny navy blue anchors.

A couple of hours until dinner time and I start looking for porn to watch and kill the time until I think Dale and Kat will arrive. Suddenly it dawns on my that I'm just about to sabotage myself. I need to avoid the porn because I can't afford to be horny when they arrive. If I am, then all I'll want to do is fuck instead of trying to reason with them about why it's time to call it quits.

I know I'll miss them. The three of us have had some major sexy fun. Dammit, I can't think about that either or it will make me horny. I start looking for cooking shows to watch and end up starting an old season of Hell's Kitchen. At least it doesn't make me horny.

By the end of the second episode, I'm starting to think that I need to get my own dinner since they will not be over this evening. That's when they send me a text telling me they are on the way over. Another couple of minutes and I might have ordered a pizza for delivery. But now I'm nervous and not sure how this is going to play out.

Kat comes through the door first and she's carrying flowers and a bottle of wine. The flowers are a surprise. I can't recall a time anybody but my mother gave me flowers for my birthday, and this isn't even my birthday. Now I'm getting even more nervous, but I go look for something to hold the flowers.

The only thing I find is a pitcher that I sometimes use for lemonade. I shrug and fill it part way with water and set it on the dining room table. It hasn't been used in about a year, the last time I had somebody over for Thanksgiving. After setting the wine bottle on the table, she puts the flowers in the makeshift vase. Dale is setting a couple of pizza boxes on the table.

"Wow guys. Why flowers?"

"Seems like a good time to celebrate," Dale responds.

Kat hugs me as I reply, "Um, okay." I'm getting the impression that the conversation they're over here to have is a different kind of conversation that I'm not sure I'm ready for.

"Are you going to open the wine Dale?" Kat asks.

"Yep, getting right on it."

Dale takes the foil off the top as he retrieves the corkscrew from the kitchen while I go for the plates and flatware. Kat pulls out some napkins from the china cabinet. When I set the table I'm struck by how formal dinner seems to be turning out. I can't think of anything to say to them, not now. I'm also having trouble remembering how I wanted to start my it's not you it's me speech.

With a lump in my throat, I sit down at the table before I remember we need wine glasses. But Kat has beat me to it and pulled them out of the china cabinet also.

"Let me rinse those," I offer, in order to hide my embarrassment that they have a fine coating of dust on them.

Dale begins serving pizza onto our plates while I'm rinsing and drying. Before it registers that he's moved, he walks up behind me and gives me a hug. It almost made me jump out of my skin because I wasn't expecting everything to play out the way it appears to be playing out. At least they haven't already started trying to undress me. That would shoot the shit out of everything.

I set the wine glasses on the breakfast bar for Kat to put on the table while I gather the parmesan cheese, basil, oregano, salt and pepper for the table. Dale decants the wine into the glasses. It's a deep burgundy red Pinot Noir.

The three of us then sit at the table, and I tentatively reach out for my slice of pizza. "Gianni and Mac's Tartufo huh? No wonder you guys are so late. You went out of your way to get this."

Kat raises her wine glass which makes me pause and she says, "Here's to hoping that we've made amends for how we treated you almost 4 months ago."

"Oh. Oh, I guess... Uh, I think rather, that you probably have," I said as I quickly pick up my glass and take a sip. "If it wasn't for that, I might never have realized how severe my abandonment issues are," I blurt before I grab a bite of my pizza.

"Well, you don't need to worry Jessa. We're promising tonight that we will never abandon you again."

"That's right Jessa," Dale sustains, "never again."

It's all sounding rather permanent, completely contrary to the outcome I was angling for. I start feeling a little bit claustrophobic.

I try to recover momentum by countering, "Never's a long time. You probably shouldn't be promising promises you won't be able to keep. There's only one way I can think of you being able to keep that promise. You aren't planning on killing me, are you?" I chuckled nervously.

"That thought couldn't be farther from our minds dear," Dale assured as Kat hurried around the table toward me.

"Heaven's no sweetie," she exclaimed.

Dale quickly knelt in front of me as Kat pressed up against his back. His hands reached out to display a ring box he was just opening and proffering my way. Nestled in the small box was what looked like an engagement ring.

I jumped back and the chair tumbled to the ground, "What the FUCK! What the actual FUCK!" Horrified, all I could do was stare at the ring in the box, feeling like a cornered and soon to be caged animal.

"We want to marry you Jessa," Dale informed me.

"We want you to marry us," Kat added.

"Seriously?" as it dawned on me, "This is why she threw the conniption fit this morning, isn't it? You told her what you were planning to do."

"Erica doesn't see the logic of it like we do." argued Dale.

"She'll adjust. She's young, supposed to be more open minded than us, she'll come around."

"Look guys. I'm flattered, but she's right. I'm not the marrying kind. Don't you get it? I was going to help Kat find reason to get a divorce! I would have kept fucking you afterward too! Both of you. It would be better if we... we should probably take some time off from seeing each other."

"But Jessa," Dale stood and took a step forward.

I backed away, and edged around the table the opposite direction. "No. You'll just try to break me down with sex."

"We love you," he added.

Kat continued, "We know you love us too. The three of us can make it work, we're sure of it."

"Stop it you two. Just leave. I need some time to myself."

I was feeling hemmed in, pressured. They wanted something from me that I wasn't sure I had available to give. It scared the piss out of me. I mean, sure maybe one day I'd meet a guy, want to have child of my own. Not that I'd ever be that good a mother. I wasn't even ready for that yet.

And marriage... that probably meant they would want me exclusively. I'd be tied down and they'd most likely expect that I wouldn't be fucking around with anybody else.

Dale set the ring box on the table, "Think about it Jessa. Let's give her some space Kat."

"Yes, please think about it Jessa. We want you in our lives. We want to make you happy."

I kept staring at the ring box, sitting there along with half eaten pizza, half drunk wine; afraid to move from my spot, but wary they would try to touch me and sex me up and break my will. I wasn't hungry any more, but after they left I finished off the wine and got a bit sloshed.

The rest of the week I put in extra time at work in order to avoid having any discussion with them. It's not like I'm ghosting them, just making it convenient to not have company, not be badgered into going along with their mistaken notion of what our relationship should be.

I want casual, they want formal. We should be fuck-buddy-friends-with-benefits not let-me-hold-your-hand-on-your-death-bed-weep-at-your-funeral-life-mates. I don't know how to get them to see that. And the weekend is around the corner. I won't be able to put it off much longer than that.

Friday night my sleep is restless. I need to center myself. So on Saturday, after having a glass of orange juice and some toast I put out my yoga mat in the living room and start my routine. My muscle memory was starting to come back so I was doing fewer reps but using more positions.

About two-thirds of the way through my hour and a half routine, the doorbell rings. I check the camera on my phone's security app. Erica is standing out front. Mini-Kat is here all by herself. Curious, I key on the intercom. "Hello Erica. Have they sent you to get the ring back?"

"What? No... they gave you a ring already? Never mind, can we talk? I mean face to face? It's chilly out here."

I pushed the app button to unlock the door, "It's open."

Watching her through the app, she looked for all the world like a hapless traveler braving Medusa's den wondering what all the statues would be around for after having heard tales of snake haired women. Indeed, I've had several women call me Medusa after I turned their boyfriend's cocks to stone and rode them until they were limp again.

The deadbolt snapping to after the door closed kind of made her jump a bit. I smirked and called out, "In the living room doing my yoga, come on in. I'm almost done." Just before I leaned back into my Camel pose, I saw her eyes widen when she peeked around the corner.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen me nude, that was last Sunday. I transitioned to my Pigeon pose after 15 seconds and held that for 45 so she could get a good gawk at my pelvic area if she wanted to. Truthfully, I was hoping she would be as easy to seduce as her mother.

And transition back to Camel pose for 15 seconds. "What's up darling?" While I'm transitioning to Hero pose Erica sits on my sofa.

"You really spend a lot of time nude don't you?"

"Did you really just come over here to discuss my state of dress?" I ask as I transition to supine Hero.

"Um sorry, no. They really did propose to you?"

"Yep," I replied. I was centered now and calmer about it, so I could talk to her. I added, "You should have seen your father down on his knee proposing..." then thinking better of it, "okay, maybe you don't want to picture that. But yes, they did. Why are you here?"

"Mom told me I should apologize for my behavior last Sunday... but that's not really why I'm here. I'm here to talk you out of it."

"Talk me out of what sweetie?"

"Oh God! You're gonna make me say it aren't you? You can't marry them! Okay? You just can't, it's crazy!" It was apparent at that point that she was pretty flustered about the sequence of events.

While she was ranting I transitioned to Corpse and then Waterfall, then Wind Removing. As I transitioned to Happy Baby pose I told her, "I tried to tell them that I wasn't the marrying kind. They didn't want to hear it."

I turned my head to look at her, and she was staring at my pussy as it was displayed between my spread open legs while I held the soles of my feet. "God that's lewd," she said.

Happy Baby was an easy pose. I wasn't yet back to being ready for Sleeping Yogi pose, so I transitioned back to Wind Removing after Erica had an eyeful. My pussy was still wide open for tonguing if she wasn't so reserved. She looked away as if embarrassed by her thoughts. I threw in a double entendre, "So whatcha gonna do about it?" I asked as I transitioned back to Happy Baby pose. Maybe she would take the hint.

She tore her eyes away from my snatch and focused on my face, "What?"

"What do YOU want to do about it sweetie?" I asked Erica as I transitioned to Supine Straddle position opening my pussy up for absolute plundering if she so chose.

Finally, she blushed as if she began to understand that I was offering myself to her. It didn't look like she was tempted by my offer yet though. She gulped and squeaked, "Maybe I should go..."

"What's the rush hon? What can we do to talk your parents out of wanting to marry me? I'm open," I segued as I transitioned to Waterfall position, "Open to suggestions."

Erica looked like she was just about to bolt out of the door, so I changed the subject, "Are you hungry? I could go for some Chinese food. Want to talk about it over lunch? I've got an idea. Maybe you do too?"

She blinked a couple of times as she tried to regain her bearings, "Yeah, uh yeah, lunch sounds good," she supplied as she stood. I need to use the restroom."

"Sure thing, down the hall on the left."

I smiled as she inadvertently entered my professional masturbation lair. It should have been obvious that it wasn't a bathroom, but I had kind of distracted her with sexual innuendo, so it didn't surprise me. She backed out, eyes round as saucers, pulling the door shut and holding onto it as if she expected my silicone toys might try to escape and attack her.

When they didn't break down the door and rape her, she let go of the handle and continued down the hallway. I really want her at this point. Her innocence is intoxicating and alluring. I really, really want to seduce her. She should be putty in my hands.

Okay, I agree trouble, maybe this slip of a girl is the answer to my dilemma. If I corrupt her, maybe momma and poppa will see that I'm not worthy of being on their pedestal. Will she agree to my plan? Will she sacrifice herself to see to it that her parents will want nothing more to do with me? All I can do is propose it to her. I won't force her if she's unwilling, but if she is willing... mmm, it's going to be such fun!