Takeover in Stereo Ch. 2

Dear readers - I present part 2 (of 3) of Takeover in Stereo. This is less of a wanker, and more of a drama or novela. I am going solo, no editor - so please keep the criticism on that topic to a minimum. As I've said before, I have a very unique style. Most people have responded well to my storytelling, and I hope that you enjoy this installment. Peace and love to you all. RoM

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Going against my "no work on vacation plans" Sarah, and I spent a few hours each morning after breakfast over the next few days on the details of the merger. My input to the process was no small task, but one that I simply had to pull from my rather OCD-level of documentation, dashboards and if needed, some custom report generation. Our systems architecture was well-documented and tech stack was well beyond their minimums. My "conservative" estimate was that it would take a team of six about three weeks. Sarah also had the added duties to put together her legal and financial team. I may have steered her to a few people that I know she could trust, and without saying more than a over-the-top bottle was going to be delivered upon completion, her representation was sealed with people that I knew had her back. Amy split her time between us, sometimes in next to me, holding my hand or similarly with Sarah. Other times she seemed to just be in her own world, smiling, nearly dancing as she moved around the house taking care of all of our needs. To say things "worked" would be simply not come close. At night, we all synched, we meshed, we were three parts of a whole.

Our breaks from work included snowshoeing the property a few times, meeting up with the rest of the family for a couple half-days for skiing, and a lunch and dinner for seven. Our last day in the mountains all the girls (mom and the two sets of twins) took the afternoon and evening to "just disappear and bond" which was more than Ok with pops and I. He took the day to catch up with some of his buds in the area, to have a guilt-free steak, a couple good cigars, a few more single malts. A good man like Pops deserves these kind of days.

As for me, I needed a day to stop thinking about the merger, the fraud, my team, my girls, my other girls. I just needed to turn it all off, do something with my hands and body. I decided I needed to split some wood - a LOT of wood. No hand chopping this time, rather I dragged out our old hydraulic splitter, my headphones, proper coveralls, and set about to turn nearly 80 rounds into pieces fit for nights sitting around the fire and keeping the place warm.

I spent the better part of an entire day listening to music, smelling the forest, and exercising my body to pick up the heavy rounds, allowing the medieval looking device turn them into neat pieces, and then stacking them to keep us warm for some time in the future. All during this time, tunes, dozens and dozens of them filled my ears. Today my soundtrack embraced new age, etherial, and indie folk music from modern artists. The music took my brain to the forests, filled with lyrics and echos of wood nymphs, magic spells, and eternal beauty. By sunset I had a cord of wood split, stacked. A month's worth of heat in exchange for a day's worth of mindless physical labor. Later, after my own steak with grilled veggies and 20 year old tawny port, my day slipped into an evening by the fire, music playing through the house, and a full moon rising above the ridge line.

"Allen, Love, we are home" Sweet god, the sound of whispers, the voices of those same wood nymphs the lyrics spoke of earlier filled my conscience. "Allen, come to bed, make love to us. We are waiting..."

Thus our last night was filled with the three of us making love, giving and equally receiving. Many years ago, Amy and I become a one, a singularity. Later we added our twins, the singularity becoming larger. That night our singularity added another to our unbreakable bond. We were at peace with the universe, and I think the universe was at peace with us.

Leaving the mountains early the next morning brought a unique circumstance. The twins needed a ride back to school, Amy's car was barely capable of getting off the mountain, and Mom and Dad were going to head off for a few days in a different direction. We also had the added complexity that Amy and Sarah simply could not yet not be together. The fear and stress on their faces was tearing at my heart. Me being the ever-present problem solver, suggested that they all four head out asap, drive all the way to the school, and then Amy and Sarah could meet back up with me in the evening. Amy was more that familiar with the capabilities of the AWD the BMW had, and would never endanger such precious cargo. I on the other hand hand, got the duty of closing up the cabin and letting the management company know what needed to be refreshed, and the fun of driving a piss-poor SL down the mountain with questionable tires. Thankfully, my trip down had only one slip, a patch of ice on one of the many bridges between Truckee and Colfax. All in all, it was a fun drive and once I hit the flats, I made a point to try to pick up the pace, keeping myself just below the point where the CHP might decide to introduce themselves.

Knowing I had a few hours to spare once I was in the Bay, I made a side trip to our favorite jewelry store as I had an idea. One that would make me the favorite person for two very special women. An hour after entering the store, I had four rings in my possession. A second, simple band for Amy. This one was exactly like the one she already wore as part of her wedding set. The other rings in the box were nearly identical rings to the one I put on Amy's finger in the past. A 1.5 carrot emerald oval, two triangle diamond, each a third of a carrot, and two plain bands. On my finger, welded to my first band sat another, its twin. To others it would simply look like one double-barreled band. To us, this was a far more important symbol.

After dinner, Amy and Sarah sat on our couch, telling me of their drive down, dropping the twins off at school, and the conversations shared between the four. I had a suspicion that I was privy to only about a third of what was really discussed, but in reality, I was good with it. My only concern was about our twins, and how they felt about Sarah. Were they going to allow her to be part of our singularity as much as their Mom and I needed her.

"What are you thinking Allen?" The concern must have shown on my face as Sarah suggested that I seemed to have a worry in my head.

"Just ask them" Amy suggested. "Use the group chat you three have when planning my gifts or talk behind my back" That is a safe place for the three of you.

And so I did

Me: Hey girls, how are you feeling about the news? What do you really feel about all of this? Promise - no judgement, no letting this out beyond the three of us. And OK if you want to reply in private. 



Becky: Dad, we have a second Mom!!!! I fully support EVERYTHING you and Mom now have. Zero, I mean ZERO issues. I am so happy for the three of you, for us, for Grandma. 



Brianna: Dad, if you hurt her, I WILL hunt you down and no one will ever find the remains. Oh, and good thing you have that giant ass bed. Who knew a Montana King would ever be needed.

Me: Can I share either of these with them?



Brianna: YES! I want them to know I have their backs

Becky: Of course. Love ya all. 


Me: I know we raised two incredible young women, and you two just proved it to me. Let me know what you think of the next picture. 



Becky: DAD! That looks like Mom's ring! But the extra band is new. 



Brianna: Wait, I see another band? Is that for mom's ring? And yours is double? OMG, you are really sealing the deal aren't you? Wow, this is so f-ing cool. DAD.

Brianna's first response had me laughing, and with a smile I read the first part of the exchange with Amy and Sarah.

Getting up, I sat on the floor in front of Sarah and Amy, holding their two hands in my one. "Amy, you are my wife, my soulmate. Sarah, you are the other half of Amy, thus you too are now a permanent part of my, of our lives. Last night showed that we are forever, what I call a singularity that can't be broken. The twins have accepted you as part of us. What was four is now five. You, if you want are now part what had been just four." 

Reaching into my pocket, I then held the rings palm up to the two of them. 

"This is nearly the identical ring that Amy wears, the symbol of our joining. I would like you to wear the same, but now with each of us wearing two bands. You have a center ring and two bands. This shows you are one of three. Amy, I want you to add this band, showing you also have two others. Both women selected rings. Amy putting just one plain band on Sarah's finger. Sarah adding the last band to Amy's set. They both looked at me and said "you put this one on" I understood the meaning. I would be giving Sarah her "engagement ring" as well as adding the third band to her finger. We thus exchanged rings equally. Not all at the same time, but where now equals. Only when we had done this did they look down at my hand and see the parallel bands on my hand.

"You knew we would say yes" Sweet stereo, sweet indeed.

That night, we slept together, the expanse of that huge bed finally making sense. No sex, just cuddles, kisses, and the two of them sweetly holding their four hands tougher all night. As I could not see either of their eyes in the dark of our bedroom, I didn't know who slept next to me, and for some reason, it still felt right. As I faded to my vacation's last night of sleep, my thoughts turned to the peace and tranquility of the mountains, snow storms, the river, and that moonrise. I was out in five minutes.

Early (far to early in my head) Monday arrived as a flurry of activity. Sarah, had spent days with us and didn't have her wardrobe (an oversight on all of our parts), so was in a bit of a tizzy due to her routine being completely broken. Her original phone's buzzing and ringing causing it to travel across the kitchen counter, nearly dropping to the floor below. We all watched it over our morning coffee, both amused and terrified at the deluge of calls and texts. Something was up. Her new phone was quiet, acting it's part in the drama as planned. 

"Allen, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed right now. I know it sounds so immature as I own the company. But I feel like I'm drowning."

Amy and I hugged her tightly. 

"He will come up with a plan" Amy chipped in "He always has plan. Don't you?"

Giving them a smile and a wink "Plan? You mean plans, with an "S" - yes I do."

"Call your EA and let them know you are feeling a bit under the weather, thus are running a bit late. Have them, review your next three days and re-prioritize based on our merger as top priority, your organization as a close second, and then all other items (unless a true emergency, to be put off to next or the following week.) Keep your regularly scheduled staff meetings, and any important vendor, subordinate 1on1s or partner meetings. Basically, keep to your schedule, but pace yourself, build in some time for my team to vet your friends and foes."

Looking at her seriously, "We need to know who you can and can't trust. Your EA being our top person to know this about asap. Next is your senior staff, anyone and everyone who might have more than just basic access to your systems and your agendas. We also need to be sure that no one gets a whiff that you know something is up. You have to maintain your aura, keep your cool, and while this sounds cruel, not wear the rings to work, yet. 

I pulled a gold chain from my pocket and put it in her hand. "Put them on this, it is one of Amy's chains. It is thick, the lock is nearly impossible to accidentally open - they will be safe and always be with you. Just adjust your blouse choices this week and maybe next. After that you will probably be able to put it back on your finger during the day."

"So, the plan for today is that the two of you head over to Sarah's place and get her dressed for the day. Oh wait! Shit! Sarah, where do you live?"

"I kind of don't have a place where I call home. I have a condo in the City (San Francisco for those not in the Bay Area), another in New York, and flat in Amsterdam for any EU activity. None of them feel like home."

Amy's eyes were teary at this point, she felt her twin's loneliness to her core and hugged her tightly.

"That might be to our advantage" I broke up the pity party. "You two head over there - take her can and my BMW. Amy, watch Sarah, immerse yourself into her place, absorb her, learn to be the work Sarah. Then, grab as much stuff as you can. Her clothes, her make up, everything she needs to be Sarah and bring it back here. Sarah's West Coast base is here, her home. Take the home office. I don't use it much other than over weekends, so use it as needed. I'll also park on the street. That way her car can be kept in the garage, away from any prying eyes that might pop up. Go to your condo; take a shower, do your make up, pop in the contacts, and become CEO Sarah again.

With my most sincere smile, I added. "The shark is back in the water, and she's hungry."

The two of them knew I meant it and they headed off to their assignments while I set off to work in Amy's SUV. Top of the 1st, I'm in the squat behind the plate. Time to take control of the defense."

On my drive in, I set my plans into motion. 

"Text Chip - Hey Chip, I need you to run a background on Sarah Richardson's EA - no limits to the search other than it needs to be done asap. If you can make a 9:30 meeting, we are going to be at the coffee around the block from the office. Best if you make it promptly at 9:20. The main meeting is mostly not in your wheelhouse and starts at 9. I want the team to know that you are on my dance card."

"Text Engineering and Dev team - All, meet me for coffee at 9. Highest priority, and all good. Don't tell anyone not on our team where you are going. Random exits as you head out, or just drop in for coffee before you step into the office. Open tab - use "Palisades" as the order.

"Insert calendar invite for John and Steve - Hey guys, can you both meet me at 11, coffee and pastries are on me. Shop around the corner. Important"

"Call Joey" 

"Hey Allen - How was your vacation?" My EA was far more chipper than I this morning. But that was his personality. "I see you are calling a team meeting. Double caramel late and a pan de leche thank you"


"It was quite enlightening and refreshing to say the least. While not the full unplugged version I wanted, the week spent with the family was great. How about yours? And I know your order by heart."

"Allen, I know you have an agenda here. My week with the gay mens chorus isn't on it. What's up?"

We know each other so well. Actually, I've seen them perform dozens of times and quite frankly they are great. As for his order, he's about as tied to his routines as I am.

"OK, you got me. What is the scouting report? Internal and external. Who is happy, who not so much. On the down-low, I need your complete confidence for the next whenever... We are getting close to the trading deadline and need to know who is buying and who is selling"

"We, Engineering, Dev, IT, your whole team is buying, as is Sales and the Delivery teams. HR and the rest of the ops types are neutral. Finance on the other hand is a mess. There is cancer in that dugout."

"What, and or who might you know about Richardson Capital?"

"Oh, you are a sneaky one, Allen. Well, the down low is that they are a neat and tidy group. Oh, did you see their matching Armani's the other day: So, not cute and oh, my there is a bromance on that team!. 


There are two members of the chorus in the organization, one is a sweet alto, and in there engineering team. The other is a bear of bear and is one of our bases. I think I danced with him at one of our holiday parties a few years back. He's on their compliance team. All stick in the mud during the day and the most lovable bear at night. Stanford law, Berkeley undergrad, and a community college transfer. I think he grew up out in Richmond or Rodeo. So, kind of self made and probably a rough ride given his..."

"That Joey is exactly why I keep you around!" I exclaimed.

"I'm crushed that its not because of my dashing style and personality, Allen" He laughed. "Be sure my coffee is hot."

At precisely 8:30 my phone rang as I sat in the SUV. 

"Hello Special Agent, Bradford, top of the morning. What can I do for you?"

"Cut the crap Allen, you know only my parents use that on me. Brad, and only Brad for you. And yes, I know I still owe you that bottle. A birdy said I might be on the hook for a case - Wha's up and we are on a secure line."

"Brad - let's meet face to face. Offsite, phones off. Best if it is off hours and you can select the location. I'm good, drama is work-related. Pick your poison. I sent you a list of people and their emails. Send them an NDA at 9AM cc and send one to my company's legal. Special delivery to legal is that they have to keep this under wraps - that includes all members of our exec team. "

"You got my hairs up Allen - how about tonight, 7pm. That German place you like in the city. Near the Embarcadero. They are always pretty quiet in the evenings and I could use a good pork chop."

"Done, see you then."

With my pre-meeting calls done, I strolled into the coffee shop and asked the manager if I could grab the side room for a couple of team meetings promising to be out before things got crazy for their lunch rush. I handed her my credit card and said to put every order using the keyword on the card, plus a 25% gratuity. I also put in Joeys order to be delivered to him precisely at the top of the hour - extra hot. My order, a black eye was already on the pick up counter before I even had a chance to place it. With a smile and wink to the barista, someone who had made this same order four to five times a week, I was off to set up the tables for the upcoming meeting making sure we had at least extra seats open.

"OK team, morning stand-up. Slight change is that all devices to be off and on the table; Joey excepted - please take notes, OK to record, be aware this may be used in discovery in the future. " I opened the meeting. "1 minute on what you worked on last week, what are working on this week, and any blockers I need to know about. We should have time for all collaboration items." Thus our first official, post-merger meeting started.

Most everyone had productive weeks with the added merger-related activities adding reasonable items to everyone's workload. The few blockages were things I could address and Joey dutifully added those items to my agenda, or had bullet items for email drafts ready to go.

At 9:18 Chip walked to the counter, giving his order and then walked casually to what was then a silent room. A whispered "Oh Crap" was muttered, just loud enough to cause a ripple of laughs and giggles among the team. 



"What up peeps" Chip added with his toothy grin as he sat down in one of the open chairs. 



"So, now you all know why we are really meeting here and not the office. We are now off the clock for the next ten minutes. As of this moment you have an NDA in your personal emails. That was sent by a Special Agent at the FBI who I have worked with in the past. Your, I mean OUR legal counsel has also been informed. They will be representing you in this process. I trust you all with my life, and you all know I have your backs.

The next few weeks may be a wild ride - keep your focus on this team, your work, and in the end, you all are going to be very well rewarded. None of you are of interest. It is not us. Stick to what I have coached you, it's game one of the world series and each of you has a spot on the roster with a championship ring in the balance.



Any questions - ask. Nothing off the table. If you have concerns, if you have any outside pressure - have Joey set up a 1:1 or do it directly. Your call. We will do it here, not in the office. 100% confidentiality is assured. This goes for personal and professional topics. 


"With that, it is 9:30. We're back on the clock - have great week and we may reconvene on Wednesday afternoon, if needed. See you in the office around one, as I have a few more meetings to take care of before I head in. They all headed out and by 9:32 Chip and I had the room to ourselves. 


"All good Allen" Chip started off. 

Garnett is slime and leaves snail tracks all over the place. One offshore account and that is in a territory that cooperates with the US and Interpol. He even uses the same password across all of his accounts. Total transfers are just about 5.2mil, and he's not spent a dime. No clue as to why, other than he might be saving up for something really big or is just an egotist and he's keeping it as a scorecard."


"Is anyone on either side being pressured, been reached out to by him?"



"Maybe - but not yet on the team. They have an new hire Masters in Tax and Accountancy coming onboard in the Spring. A second-nephew or something like that of Garnett. He's going to be assigned to their accounting team. That might warrant a review by our Fed friend. At minimum checking on the employment application to be sure the [Are you related question] has been answered correctly as they would be directly working together. An anonymous tip at this point might get that out in the light of day."



And with that tiny bit of information, I had the keys to the Garnett kingdom.

"What about any other accounts? I think their IP is worth a lot more than the five million. Does he have other accounts that seem to be out of place for a mid-level bean counter?" Or possibly do any of their other exec team seem to live beyond their means? Maybe, and this is kind of out there, have any of their acquisitions seemed to have benefited any of the same people?

Chip took his usual time to absorb my thinking.

"Anything else Allen? You seem to have something on your mind and there is a twinkle in your eyes."



"Yes"

I then handed him a slip of paper. On this is three names, one is my wife, the other is Sarah Hutchinson, and the final one is their Aunt; my wife's adoptive mother." Chips eyes practical fell out of his head. I went on.

"Yes, the two are twins, never knew of each other, ever. So, this goes no where. I mean it, level 20, no outsider research, 100% under the radar. Go backwards, and find their family, just a tree, who's still around, who's passed. Find if there are any siblings - which is the most important thing on the project. Again, Chip - This is a family matter, no trace what. so. ever. 



"Allen, as your friend, and knowing that Amy's dad would chop me up into tiny pieces, you have my word."

And with that, I had an hour to myself to review my week's meetings, deliverables and read the dozen or so emails that Joey deemed important, and finally prepare for my meeting with John and Steve. Yeah, Joey deserved a reward for the past week as my Monday and week was set up perfectly.

I called Amy and left a quick message. "Hey beautiful, I have a favor to ask. Can you stop by the mall and pick up three phones. Not on our plan, a new one and a different carrier. They are going to be strictly for private use between you, Sarah and myself for now. Pick the model, style, whatever you two want. Just be sure mine is the same as my current one, but not black - I need a quick visual when I pick either up. That soft brown leather case, full cover, the one I showed you would be perfect. We can set them up tonight. Oh, and I won't be home for dinner - going to meet with Brad. I'll call as I leave the city. Love you and you." I don't know how, but it just felt right that last sentence.

A few minutes later an inspector emoji came over our private chat - nothing more. I knew she understood the assignment.

At 11:05 I sat court with John and Steve, both looking a bit ragged around the edges. Kind of interesting for so early in the week. 

"So gentlemen, what do you two need from my team over the course of the next few weeks? Joey has me set for a few department head meetings to discuss transitions and what integrations we might have to develop, other than that - what do you really need? Open forum, safe place, pens down. Oh, and how are you two dealing with the Brooks Brothers duo. They seem like such likable chaps?"


"Damned it Allen, How did you get to work with Sarah? These two are killing us! And, WTF, you two worked for the entire week at your place in Tahoe?" Steve was practically foaming at the mouth. "What about Amy, that, that can't be good?"



"That my not so silent partner, is exactly why we are meeting here, and why what you hear next will never part your lips until I let you know it is OK - and I mean it. I have a boat and the ocean is deep, very deep." My less than full smile had their attention. They nodded yes when I asked if I had their word as my friends.

So, for the next few minutes I gave them the Readers Digest version of where we as a company were involved, but not implicated in the embezzlement (omitting what investigations I had already done), I let them know of the Feds involvement as well as the fact that Amy and Sarah were in fact sisters. Likewise, I also omitted that as of last night, the three of us were permanently "a one."

"Allen, Other than you you are now related to the top executive of the company that holds our future in their hands, I feel there may be some bits being left out" John added after a bit of silently absorbing the information.

"Well, if you'd like" I offered. "We are getting acquired by a PE firm, and as part of this, my role has a 99.99% chance of being eliminated. You two have triggered my exit, and at a multiple that may allow me to not have to work for the rest of my life. While I get to round home and take the Gatorade bath, you two will be under contract for the next 24 months, probably working for the Armani set. Add to that, these circumstances has reunited my wife with her sister. I can not express the joy that feel right now.



With this though, comes a bit of bullshit - that being this investigation, some expected exposure of Sarah and Amy's past, which I or them don't know yet, as well as my leaving a team that I enjoy working with every day. So, this is not all roses and puppies. My anxiety is like day one of spring training, and I'm an old veteran in their last season. Yes, I am still happy to strap on the spikes, but I know everyone is watching and waiting for me to fuck up and have to walk away from the game."

"You are still as baseball nerd Allen" stated John behind his smile. "You have our word, Amy, and now Sarah are family. We will keep this until you say otherwise. And yes, the Brooks Brothers are shit. Good shit, they know their shit... But they think their shit doesn't stink." 


We all laughed, had our last sip and they headed out, back to the merger grind.

My last half an hour was spent piecing all of the puzzle together as I finally had an opportunity to listen to the music in the background. It was melodic, but something familiar. It took me a while to figure it out, it was actually an acoustic and ballad version of a Red Hot Chili Peppers song. So appropriate. What seemed like chaos and hard could be beautiful and peaceful.

That evening, a pleasant meal with Brad was had. I explained every detail I knew, every tidbit from Chip as well as the drama from Joey. He absorbed it all, asking clarifications, already piecing his plan of attack while munching down his meal, grinning from ear to ear. I left the restaurant a couple hundred dollars poorer, but had my boxed bottle safely tucked into the load space of the SUV.

Call home - 

"Hey Sailor" OMG that sounded crazy. The stereo had one voice on my left and the other on my right.

"I'm on my way back, so should be there around 10;30."


"Poor guy, long day" That was Amy

"I have news on my side" Bingo! Now Sarah

"I have my team in place, and most of them feel this might actually be able to resolve in pretty short time. They said they are already getting information that might have taken months or years during discovery. Do I have you to thank?"

"Oh, no - Remember, I'm just a minnow out in the wide expanses of the ocean. What could I possibly provide"

"OK we can go with that, for now, Mister!" 



"See you in a few, drive safe" Amy

"Love you" Both, sweet, sweet stereo 


With that I had 20 minutes to contemplate. Well as much as you can contemplate while dealing with the racetracks that are the Bay Area freeways. As I wasn't in my car, I had to keep out of the left lane and kept it at a rather pedestrian pace. 


It was good that I did as when I got home, Amy and Sarah were nearly giddy with excitement. Pop music was blasting and both were in tank tops, mine in fact; showing all side boobs and wearing tight booty shorts. They looked like they were having a bit of a slumber party. 

"Oh, the entertainment is here" Amy giggled with excitement.

"Shoo, get in the shower and join us" Sarah added. "We have lots to chat about, but before that, you sir have some husbandly duties to attend to!"



In the shower, all I could think was that my day might end on a high note.

Upon exiting the shower, I was met with two exquisite asses propped up on our bed. With their heads, under the covers, all I saw was two tushes. 



As I caressed them equally, I asked. "What game by chance do I have the pleasure of playing dear ladies?'

A muffled voice responded "You may take liberties as you wish, but must satisfy both of us. Make each say stop, before you release yourself."

The other voice then added "And that dear sir may be done in any hole you see before you."

The cover had truly hidden who was who - hiding the slightest of variances I had learned over the past week.

"So be it dear ladies"

Looking down, knowing Sarah from Amy was easy. The left tush sat below her dimples of Venus, the deeper one on the right side. That was Sarah. On the right, an equally adorable set of dimples had a deeper one on the left side.

Taking up position behind Sarah, I dropped to my knees and stared an oral assault on her labia and ass. Equally, I placed my thumb on Amys, clit, and pushed a couple of fingers into her quite wet pussy. Both squeezed with delight and pushed back on their assaulter.

It took just about ten minutes to make them cum the first time, with me switching back between fingers and tongue. Both were breathing hard, and when they caught up to themselves I heard "One run, we need another. 


"Stay there and don't move" I commanded


A quick dash to our secret toy box, returning with a couple vibrators and a long riding crop. A REAL one. We had accumulated a pretty good assortment over time and I new exactly what I had in mind.

Taking a toy in each hand, I turned them on high and inserted each egg like device into their pussies along with the similar, but smaller one into each of their asses. Once secure, I also made sure the external part pushed hard on each of their clits.

Their moans started almost immediately, and I knew they wouldn't last long. Amy once lasted ten minutes with the eggs alone, so I had plans on making this something they never forgot.

Standing beside them my first strike was just a tap. 

"Oh shit, Allen!" Is all I heard before my second strike hit home.

A clean pink, then red mark grew across the bottom of four cheeks, just above where their thighs started. My next one was a half inch higher, and only about five seconds between each swish of the crop. Every five second, a swish, a sting, a new line. All with the constant vibrations in and around their sexes. 


Sweet grunt after grunt, the two endured. Well endure might be a bit too much credit. I saw their hands quickly grab each other above their heads and they came. Full on, nothing held back screams of ecstasy.

It took nine strikes, an immaculate inning to mow down the side. Far less and far softer than Amy had taken with a smile in the past. 


The pleads, then screams to turn them off came quickly. Each had rolled to their sides facing each other, experiencing orgasms that rolled into another, and then another. The funny thing was that I couldn't reach them, their thighs clamping down prevented me from getting close to the toys. With a bit of a wrestling match, I finally got the devices turned off and my wives were left truly gasping for air.

I left them alone for a bit, grabbing the toys for a wash and placed them back into their hiding place. I next went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of glasses of water and a tube of aloe. Returning to the bedroom they where still in a bit of daze, eyes a bit glossy. But smiling.

"I'll draw a bath for the two of you. It won't be hot, better to cool your butts a bit. Aloe will be on the counter. Might be a good idea to use tonight and tomorrow morning so that you can sit a bit easier during meetings." 



"Thank you dear sir, you will be rewarded" is all I heard as I headed down the hall to get some new sheets. The ones on the bed were soaked, so I changed them while they were in the tub. 



The images were vivid, beyond a fever dream. Nymphs danced naked around the forest, while between my legs two sat lavishing me. Alternating between taking me down their throats, placing butterfly kisses on my crown, or lovingly caressing my jewels. All the while music, smells of cedar and the crackle of a fire filled my senses. My orgasm, no, this wasn't just cummig. I gave my entire self to these two nymphs. At that moment, I was complete. Had the angel of death stood before me, I would have gladly accepted my fate after such an experience. The forest darkened, and acceted me.

We never got to the talking part of the evening. No, I woke to the sounds of giggling. Sarah and Amy looking at each other's butts, the perfectly spaced lines of last night's game still a bit angry looking, almost red, nothing open, just right for a beginner-level session. No, maybe that was a double-A game.

"No, I want them to last. No aloe, no cream. I love how it looks"

I knew that would be Sarah. Amy was probably trying to convince her for more aftercare. 



"You may be sorry you say that if you have to sit all day in meetings. Take some with you in case it drives you mad." Amy said. "Oh, and just so you you know. If it does start to burn - your pussy will get soaked as well as you think how they got there. That WILL drive you crazy later today, I promise!" 



Hmmm, THAT was new information to me - my sweet little Amy was a bit more of pain slut than I had known. And now? Now I had two of them in my life!






Final chapter is already being written, Thank you all for hanging in there. RoM