Takeover in Stereo Ch. 3

Dear Readers,

This shall be the final chapter of Takeover In Stereo as I have a few other ideas rattling around in my head. As before, I fly solo - no editor. Be kind if I miss a transitional word, a comma or slip in a plot hole. It's all just fast-paced, non-fiction for your entertainment. This chapter has a lot more spice, I hope you enjoy it.

I've also decided to add a = when transitioning between scenes to help your journey. Ro

M

BTW - The my next story will be much darker, possibly quite disturbing, and likely a stand-alone story.

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The three weeks after our return to the Bay, my daily tempo consisted of day-to-day CIO duties, overseeing the progress of our integration plan into the world of Private Equity, while in background, the silence, the unknown sat the fraud investigation. I'd get a quick text from Chip saying that he'd met with Brad and "all good", and other times ones from Brad that said "Chip is a good cookie." Same messages, nothing more, no details. It was like they were playing a practical joke an me, the rookie. 

Likewise, Sarah, held that all she could say during this time was that she and her team were cooperating fully. Her stress levels in the evenings, while high, never boiled over to anger, nor too much silence. Even my ever so happy and sweet Amy seemed to understand both of our moods perfectly. Always there to sooth our stress, feed, hug, and otherwise be the bond among us at home. There, home, our refuge from the world we were strong, and Amy was by far the strongest, and happiest.

I did spend a few hours I'd not been in meetings or coaching my team, reviewing my past product and service ideas, possible add-on technologies or plug-ins, or even some previous off-the-table imaginations not even remotely related to my high-tech life. Across the board, none seemed to really create any excitement or desire to say that I'd want to spend the next four to five years working 50+ hours a week to bring to market. I even pondered what it might be like to be stadium host for the home games as a part time job.

While in a bit of a funk and daydream of spilled popcorn and beer, on the last Wednesday of January, my phone and computer decided to fight over which could get my attention the fastest. The phone, danced across my desk while lighting up from multiple apps. The laptop, not to be outdone, started spilling out messages and alerts at a rather alarming rate.

Choosing the phone, I accepted the call from Brad.

"Allen - we nailed him. Garnett folded like card table, even pissed himself when we arrested him. Got to run, so this is just a heads up for you and Chip. Your work led us to find a lot of "irregularities" related to government contracts using the same contracts clearing-house that affected a number of non-Richardson companies. Garnett is an amazing record-keeper, but not the criminal mastermind he though of himself. What you found led to the mother load of all mother loads, all neat as a pin."

He went on, near giddy - not the Brad I was used to.

"Allen, this is big enough that this may never see the light of day because someone in the GSA or OMB really fucked up. It might have been just a bureaucratic fuck-up, but still a big one."

Pausing, probably for his love of drama, he added "You and Chip, but I mean mostly you, are set to receive a significant and tax-free reward for your service to the nation. The next few hours, the next week will be related to Richardson Capital. Those are the crumbs they are releasing to send the press dogs the wrong direction."

I had to think about what that meant, I suppose it is good, but, damn that is a scale of crime that I don't want my name associated with.

Brad's tone changed to a bit lighter. "Oh, I might have subscribed you to three or five different Scotch of the Month clubs. Have a great day my friend. I'll send an invite to my promotional ceremony. Thank you again."

And without a pitch thrown, it was over. All done behind the scenes, all by clicks on keyboards and phone calls. The field left empty and unused.

Sitting back in my chair I gazed across the same parking lot, again the rain pouring down and then went to look at my texts.

Amy: You are our HERO!!!! Love you so much! Sarah was in home office when she heard. Happy tears over here. Sarah says "you will be rewarded tonight, mister!. We are thinking sushi. Ok with you?

Me: Sushi and sake. That usually is a lot of fun with you. My phone is blowing up, got to go. Mums the word. There may something else - good, very good.



Amy: Monkey Images of See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil

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We had our Wednesday team meeting, it going a bit long to bring everyone ups to speed on the investigation, and the the official word was that Richardson Capital was cooperating with the investigation fully. If anyone was asked further, they were to refer corporate communications. The relief across the room was palatable as we could now just focus on our regular work, just the day-to-day moving of mountains for the quick integration under Richardson Capital.

As the meeting ended, Joey popped his head back into the meeting room. "Hey Allen, Legal wants 30 minutes before you head out today. I've moved your 4 and 4:30. That meeting is 4:15 in the executive conference room, you have some time buffers now, and I'll gate-keep so you can get home to your girls."

I looked at him, cocking my head a bit.

"Allen, Your secrets are safe with me. Oh, and before you get caught in anything else, Chip is expecting a response to a message he sent about 30 minutes ago."

TEXT


Chip: Hey Allen, Deep dive on the family checks out to what you provided. That side of the family self-imploded. Amazing she got out of that shit-show. Literally no-one left. She is an heir to a 2000-acre agricultural parcel upstate - info says it is pretty untouched for about a hundred years, maybe more. Just fallow. Taxes were pre-paid some 20 years ago, I've sent you a link to get the parcel and estate process started. It would make for a pretty good place if you could stand that much cold. If she ever wants the story of the family, I have it, but probably best not. Keep her focus on Amy, you and the local family. Far better story there my friend.

Me: Hey, sorry for the delay in getting back to you. That is good and sad news. Her future is with Amy and I, so all good. 
2nd topic: You ok with the feds outing you as a white-hat? Not sure how much is involved, but supposed to be big. No more playing both sides if you take it. 



Chip: Dude - This is F-U money in my book. White hat all the way - it pays way better my man! I'm already packing for a complete physical do-over in Germany. Been looking at it for a while, but way out of my tax bracket. Probably take six months to be where I want. I'm going clean, get fit, and make sure I don't die at 40. Feds are going to put me on retainer when I get back. I'll find my set of twins some day, got to be able to keep up like someone I know. ;-) And in case you need a hint you might be just about MLB 20th all time.

How does everyone know my life? And damnit, now have to check out contract stats.

Joey leaned into my office "Legal in three minutes - conference room. "I'm out, so I'll see you tomorrow."

I headed out of my office and met our inside counsel sitting with another well-dressed, but dour looking gentleman in the room. In front of them lay there six stacks of paper, maybe an inch or so each.

"Hey Bob, what can I do for you today?"

"More like, the other way around. Seems we, as in myself and the esteemed counsel of Richardson Capital next to me, have a situation with your expected exit next month." He seemed a bit chipper compared to his often bland personality. "During our due-diligence, it has come to view that all may have failed to take into account that you are the primary inventor on several key patents and are co-owner of key IP. That kind of puts you in the driver's seat for the acquisition - something we are all pretty embarrassed about.

So, to best keep the acquisition process moving forward, we would like to propose a restructured exit package. We don't have a final number, but it will most likely have you receive a more substantial payout and then royalties going forward. As you and I are still employed here, and Richardson Cap is not yet the owner, I'll be representing your best interests in the process."

The man next to him looked like a rookie player that had missed the stop sign going into third and got nailed at home. All ballplayers have experienced that moment, where you just know you are going get a mouthful of insults and cussing from the team manager, and get benched for the next game. Trust me, that feeling sucks.

I just smiled at Bob and said "Do your best, I expect nothing less. Anything else?"

"As a matter of fact, yes" The grumpy attorney piped up. "Mr..."



"Allen, just Allen - thank you"

"Ok, Allen - We might have a conversation among attorneys in here. Privy to their ears only." He paused and looked in my eyes before continuing.

"We have been made aware that there may be some "family" relationship, unknown prior to our offer of acquisition between a senior member of Richardson and you, I mean your organization. Am I presuming that this was in fact, unknown, and that no romantic relationships have occurred. The expectation is that this will not present an issue moving forward." This wasn't a question, it was a statement. No threat, not even a hint of malice. It was two old attorneys mutually agreeing on an off topic. While I, I just happen to be in the room.

With a smile and a nod, I headed to the door and turned back "Bob, lets peel my separation agreement from the patents and IP. I'd like to run a different idea by my girls - I'll let you know my thoughts tomorrow."

With that I gave a big smile to both, most likely unnerving the stuffy suits. I had a plan.

My drive home was remarkably peaceful, almost serene. The rain had lightened as did the traffic along my path. The few stoplights switched to green as if timed so that I wouldn't have to bother to touch my brakes until I was turning into our driveway. Perfect for the expected Sushi feast awaiting.

Our entryway along with the whole house was dimly lit, a note taped to the key holder bowl simply said - Shower down the hall, wear the robe and nothing else. Dinner is in 15 minutes. It was signed with two hearts.

The bathroom was set up with clear intent. A fresh towel, my robe, warm - like just out of the dryer, and my shaving kit; all neatly arranged on the vanity. The room smelled of eucalyptus and cedar. Manly but not over the top. Seeing their clear intent, I jumped to my task to rid myself of the workday to emerge clean, and clearly the man of this domain. While not in the largest, nor my more comfortable en-suite, I showered, shaved and added the extra touch of face and body moisturizer. Heck, the saying is "swing hard in case you hit it". I was feeling there was going to be some home runs tonight. With a final tie of the robe, I set forth to the evening meal with my women.

Walking down the hall, the kitchen lay dark, with only the little green LEDs of the various appliances clearing telling me I was in the wrong room. My next destination was the bedroom, the door slightly closed, but with an amber glow showing between the floor and its bottom.

I pushed the lever down, opening the door to my meal. Our bedroom was glowing with dozens of little flickering lights. On the floor, cross-legged and in a robe, sat one of the twins. Before her on the bench that usually was at the end of our bed lay a naked Sarah. She was covered with all sorts of sushi, with just a gauzy blindfold across her eyes. I think my grin nearly broke my face. While a bit cliche, I wasn't going to offer any snarky remarks to this scene. They had gone through a lot to get this pulled off in such a short time. I wasn't going to ruin it or put my foot in my mouth.

Amy spoke first, and to my surprise, she was the one who lay naked, our dining table for the evening.

"Allen, tonight is yours and Sarah's celebration. I've eaten, I am more than good. Enjoy yourself, be one with Sara. I am both here and not. I will try to be quiet"

She then went silent, and closed her eyes.

Sara was grinning, the smile pure and more than reaching those enchanting eyes. 

"Shall we enjoy our meal?"

And so I looked down and saw the meal before us. The sushi, most laying upon the bare skin of Amy, some on her breast, others on her flat stomach, and all placed strategically placed so that would not fall off to easily. Our dipping sauces, where nestled between her legs. Yes, they had really planned this one well. The most interesting placement was that of the wasabi, and ginger. Those were neatly piled upon Amy's breast, directly upon her somewhat recently pierced nipples.

This gave me the opportunity to tease our table a bit, as I used my chopsticks to occasionally grab a bit of a nipple or an areola. Each time our supposedly silent third member of the trie would suck in her breath, grit her teeth, so let out a less than silent moan. Sarah, seeing the game being played, moved the sauces out of the way and delicately placed slices of avocado on Amys mons, and slowly smashed it, occasionally pinching her lips and clit using her chopsticks. When either of us needed the avocado, we'd pinch her mons, her lower stomach or thighs, and then scoop some of the savory fruit to eat.

All the while our conversations, our conversation settled on a tone more like "business-dinner formal." The tone taken on during dinner meetings that were just under negotiations, but not so informal that one would mistake the diners as having a relationship. Our topics danced from the close of the investigation and how our PR teams would handle any further questions to the merger, and then finally her asking about what the more secretive info I had not yet mentioned. All the while we continued to use Amy, both literally and figuratively as our mutual living play table.

That was surreal to say the least. 

"Actually, there are a few bullet points on that part of the agenda" Keeping to business dinner tone.

First is that Chip, he's a good friend and kind of my private hacker, and I are set for a whistleblower reward as a result of our tip. Mr. Garnett, of no longer in your employment had figured out a pretty interesting scheme related to a number of government contracts. I'm not sure how much beyond your case you have heard, but lets just say that he's a pretty industrious chap, rather OCD on his record keeping, but a shit criminal. His scheme was genius, and touched billions of dollars across thousands of contracts, sub contracts, grants, etc. You get the picture. All of them were using the same clearinghouse software. I'm a bit foggy on the calculus, but the rewards on these tend to be about 25%, sometimes up to 30%."

Our table let out a discernible gasp at that point, yet neither Sara or I had touched her.

"And topic two" I moved forward in our conversation, ignoring the sound from below.

"This one is the bummer of the three, so lets rip the bandaid and then move on to happier topics.

You, not Amy; you alone have a 200-acre piece of farmland upstate in your name waiting for claim. Taxes are paid for a couple more years, and I've already got links to the necessary offices to start the transfer. This is yours, as there are no other heirs that can claim title. The circumstances of how it is yours is up to you decide. I'm not privy to that either, but I've been told, it is best kept lost."

The magnitude of the statement wasn't lost on Sarah, and she took pause to take a full drink of sake, nodding that I should do the same. She then filled them up again and toasted.

"Some roads end, while others just lead to better destinations."

We raised our glassed and drank our sake with smiles.

Before going on, I reached for more wasabi and ginger, less than delicately squeezing my wife's nipples with my chopsticks. Even seeing if I could get away from lifting each nipple a bit by her piercings. That action got a fast uptake of breath, and a clenching of her fists.

"As I was saying a third item has been dropped in my lap" that said while I scooped up a small amount of avocado sitting atop my wife.

I am the primary, yet co-owner of three patents and a number of pieces of intellectual property that will be transferred as part of the acquisition. These are outside of my exit package, and are under negotiations at the moment." I emphasized the under negotiations.

So, we've got a few balls in the air at once. My thinking is that I'd hate for such a huge piece of undeveloped land end up as strip malls and houses, so I'm thinking a land trust, or possibly a nature preserve or park. My total exit package now has an extra digit or two, so its likely going to be enough to live on the returns alone, while also be able to set Brianna and Becky up to get their undergraduate and if they want, graduate degrees without incurring debt. Hell, they could start a non profit and volunteer if they'd prefer. Not trust-fund babies, but pretty close.

I am not sure of your overall situation, but I think combining the whistleblower payout, my severance, and your net worth, the three of us could damned near buy a small island nation. Now that might be a slight exaggeration, but the numbers had my mind doing flipflops."

"I love my work" Sarah added after contemplating what she had just heard. "But, I don't love working. Your numbers eclipse what I'd probably net today given our leverage, but the combined organization in two or three years might blow all three of our minds." She smiled with that last sentence.

"Speaking of blowing, are you done with your meal? You have something that I have been thinking of blowing all afternoon."

With that statement, and our table clear of the last sushi, Sarah took one glass of sake, tipped it to me and said "courage." Then she took another glass, poured it full and said "confidence - I shall need them both" and drank that one as well.

She then got up and lay naked 69-stype on Amy below. Turning her head to the side, she said softly. "Use me tonight. I am offering, no I am demanding that you take all that is yours. Use my pussy and then force it down my throat. Make me taste myself on you, and then finish deep in my ass. No one has ever been in my ass and I had though no one would ever be allowed there. Today, and the last month has changed my mind. I want you to take me as you have Amy many times. Amy prepared me to your liking. Allen, please take me hard, I have no say in this, other than yes."

My mind at this point was racing. Thoughts like what did I do in my last lives to deserve this? Other thoughts were questining if she really wanted what she has asked, no demanded. What if I were to refuse? What about Amy? If I go too hard, will she hate me? Too many thoughts, too many ways to make an unforced error.

A hand roused me from my thoughts, snaking into my robe and gently stroking my hardening member. This was the hand of our table, making sure I understood my role on the team at the moment. I was the difference maker, the captain asked to take command.

Getting up to position behind Sarah, I put my cock close to her pussy. Amy reached up and took my head, placing it to her mouth first. I pushed in slowly, not stopping, passing to her throat. My downward plunge ending when I had nothing left to give. Amy held me there, her hands pulling me deep for well past a minute, her taking me and offering herself.

One of her hands, gently pushed me back, then the other placed me at the entrance to her vagina. Where I tried to slowly enter, Amy pulled on my thighs, while Sarah pushed violently back resulting in a clap of skin. The message was clear, claim her, violently. And so I did until my thighs burned a bit and I felt that I might jump off the cliff.

Reluctantly, quite reluctantly, I pulled out and walked around the ladies to place my cock to Sarah's mouth. Like I had done before, I pushed until not a single millimeter of my cock was left outside of her lips. Amy snaked one of her hands lower and held her sisters head by the hair, less than gently. This allowed me to fuck deeply into Sarah's throat, unable to move or stop me.

"Finish in my ass" Sarah's voice broke into my mind. She had said that earlier.

Our, or rather my last act in this play was then set before me. Extracting from her throat, my cock covered in her spit, I returned to her other end, avoiding Amys mouth or the pussy just above her. I pushed into a new hole for the last time of the evening. Again, no stop from the beginning and possibly with far more vigor that all prior entries that evening combined.

Ecstasy, no other word is possible.

There is a point in sports, where a player gets into the zone. This is a mindless space where an athlete's body does exactly what is expected with no thought involved. It is a special place, where an one experiences no fatigue, where time does not exist. Thus in the zone, I pounded poor Sarah into submission. For minutes on end she existed for just for me, and my body extracted pleasure without regard to what, or rather who was below me.

My time in the zone was shattered by simultaneous sounds of grunts and moans combined with my cock feeling like it was being held in a circular vice. While I had been in the zone, Amy knowing that Sarah's bottom was in potential harms way, clamped her lips on on her sister's clit and sucked like it was a straw.

Sarah's orgasm was the sound thad brought me back, and Amy's well-place finger massaging my rear, caused a final thrust into Sarah's ass. My release was a near painful event where I feared the end of such pleasure, yet also needed it to end before.. too late, I might have blacked out.

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In our bed, I stirred because a small body next to me had done the same. I knew this was Sarah, tucked into me. Her, the little spoon to me the larger one. I felt little hiccups, like she was trying to hold them, or maybe had been crying for a long time time and I had missed it.

"Hey honey, are you OK? I asked while kissing the back of her neck.

"Tears of joy, of release, of love" was her reply. "I don't know if I will ever experience that again, but I'll beg you a thousand times if I need to, just to get close."

"Are you familiar with the concept of being in the Zone among athletes? I asked.

"Yes, I used to run a lot. I'd get into the zone and end up not knowing where I was when woke up." She paused a bit. Were you or I in the zone, I kind of lost any sense of time or place."

"Both of you" a giggling voice came from atop the bench, now back at the end of the ben but with Amy laying on it. She was curled up, snuggled, with one of our throw blankets and pillow under her head. She smiled at us, a loving smile that made her eyes sparkle. "Allen pounded your ass for almost twenty minutes. I've been on the receiving end of that before. It's a place where everything and nothing are one. It happens, but tomorrow you are are going to be sore, an amazing sore, but sore none the less. Now scoot over, I want to be the second little spoon tonight."

I hugged Sarah, who then hugged her sister. 

"Thank you, and good night my love" they said together. Yes, sweet, sweet stereo indeed. I slept not knowing who was thanking who at that time.

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The next morning I was out of the bed first, taking a long and munch needed shower down the hall. I'd forgo the primary shower to allow the sisters a few more minutes of slumber.

Some ten minutes later, my return to our bedroom brought me the vision of Sarah prone, her face being firmly held to Amy crotch, petite hands holding tightly to the hair of her sister. Amy's eyes held closed, using Sarah as a live toy, for her own pleasure. I stood watch, just a few more seconds, my mind taking in a sight that I knew I'd see and hear many times in our combined future.

I contemplated lining my hardening cock against Sarah's back door, but felt that maybe it would be best that I let them be, allowing Amy to re-establish her equal footing with her sister.

Walking into the office that morning, I stopped by Joey's desk and asked that he take on the Valentine's day dinner planning, and being sure that he reach out to everyone and their signifiant others. The dinner would be hosted by myself, I'd even arrange car service for everyone. As it would coincide with the anticipated close of the acquisition it would be my final thank you to the team. Being pretty small and having only a few shareholders, the process of being acquired would be done in 45 days start to finish. A Thursday team dinner, last day as employees under me, and valentines day to boot was going to be a good evening. I gave him all the details, ask that he be sure to be mindful of any allergies. Joey let me know there would be closer to 40, well beyond my hopeful 20.

Next on my agenda was a walk to Bob's office.

"Hey Bob, I want to share some ideas and ask for a referral to a trust attorney."

"Allen, I was going to corner you later today. What do you have in mind?

We then discussed a plan to establish a family trust, how to go about establishing Amy and myself as executors. Bob asked about our ideas around our kids, and how the trust might affect them in the future. The finally two items where I felt someone with some level of expertise was first, how the patents and IP could be used as the funding mechanism, further adding any whistle blower proceeds, and second, how we could in the future possibly add another person, or possibly merge another family trust.

At that point he knew my plan was well over his head and said that he'd make some calls among his peers and alumni network for a couple of referrals. That being my agenda, I let myself out of his office and headed to my morning's regular agenda.

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By the second week in February, most offices were empty with only my team still here. We were to be the last to pack up as we had duplicated all systems, and for this one last week, running them in parallel. Once it was final, we'd simply log out the old servers and we'd end with the turning off the lights of a server room.

Steve, John, and the rest of the executive staff were seen less and less as they built their new network and domain in the new organization. The past month Sarah didn't visit our office a single time, spending any in-office time among her teams, visiting other possible partnerships as well as hunting any unsuspecting minnows in the sea. Not that I ever missed her, as nearly every night she spent cuddled between Amy and I, or as Amy's little spoon.

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On the 14th, I woke from a dream where I had been hitting batting practice during a spring training game. A hot day at Scottsdale stadium. Between my legs, the prettiest eyes looking at me, sparkling in the morning sun. Amy would place kisses on my crown, and then delicately move my hard-for Sarah to do the same. They played, they fought over my cock, they tried to impress the other with their ability to take me to my root. I didn't last even ten minutes, pouring my soul into Amy's mouth. She then winked and shared my seed with her sister, gently, savoring both my cum and the kisses between these two connected souls.

Baseball completely forgotten, each placed a kiss on my softening cock and left me to drift back to sleep and an alarm that was set two hours later than normal.

I nodded off to the sounds of the two loves of my life giggling in the shower. Obviously taking care of each other as they had learned how to do over the past months.

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My final day had been arranged, including a driver, less I actually have to do something as mundane as find a parking spot. He was assigned to me for the entire day; to and from work, and even tonight party. Yes, all choreographed by Joey. Other than the party, what most looked forward to was a mid-morning meeting at the coffee shop, where I met with the estate attorney for any last minute topics - there were none.

The staff of the shop presented me with one of their branded mugs along with a gift card worth 50 coffees and pastry orders of my choice. I hugged each member of the staff, not one of us without a tear in our eyes. I'd conducted a lot of meetings there and knew every member of their staff well. That completed, I walked to the office for the last time, being being selected as the very person who turned off the servers, and shut off the lights.

This was pretty much ceremony - the doors were unlocked, as the building managers were already in the process of cleaning the place out for the next tenants. I took my last trip around bases, my home run trot unhurried, seen and applauded by no crowds. I did take one last look out the window, this time the parking lot was empty, but at least the sun was shining.

The rest of the late morning was spent walking the halls of the new office, seeing where and how the team would work for the next years. I still wore my old, rather worn out ID badge, while everyone else had shinny new ones, their faces bright and cheery.

I didn't have to "play my part"; I was more than happy how it all played out. I'd give and receive well-wishes, while also making sure that everyone knew that now was not the time for good-byes. Tonight, off the clock, away from office was going to be our opportunity to celebrate all that we had achieved together. Everyone assured me that they would be there, that they would bring their spouse or important partners, and some even said they'd made sure their babysitters were prepared for a long night.

My last official duty was to meet with John, Steve, Bob - who surprisingly landed as the new general counsel, and several members of the transition team. I'll always say the Brooks Brothers or Armani Twins, but that will be kept to myself. Well, at least until I've turned in my badge. This meeting was a bit more somber, as I signed my exit forms, had to actually accept a printed check for unused leave, and my final expense report.

Scanning the room, I casually mentioned "I would have liked to thank Sarah on my way out." Those in the know laughed, while the well-coiffed crew looked around, not knowing what joke they had missed.

Bob replied that Sarah sends her best wishes, but an unexpected family matter had taken up her afternoon.

The ride home was uneventful, taking half the time as normal due to being well before rush hour. Noting the time, I suggested the driver take a few hours to relax, get something to drink and maybe a walk. He had tonight's five minute drive on the schedule, so if he could be back around 6:45 it would be perfect.

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Entering the house, was chaos, just chaos. Amy and Sarah jumped for joy, giggling and screaming my name. The fact that each were in barely tied robes got my attention quickly. Setting my work backpack down, possibly for the very last time, I turned my attention to the the sister, giving each a hello kiss and a tight squeeze of their bare asses. Our hug, each hugging the other two lasted more than minute. None of us wanting to be the one who let go first.

"Ladies, I have to jump in the shower. Care to join me?"

"YES!" Oh the sweetest of stereo. My heart and ears would never tire of of their voices synchronizing.

Our shower, the first of my potential retirement, started playful me getting harder and harder as their hands teased me mercilessly; stopping when I got close.

"We have a game for you Allen" Amy said with a smile. Lean against the wall and close your eyes. It is your job to not cum until we say so. Can you do that?'

I didn't answer, just moved to the wall, closed my eyes and waited.

I heard them walking around themselves, obviously making it so that I didn't now who was on either side.

My next sensation, was my cock entering a mouth, continuing down - only stopping when they had reached bottom. Whoever this was, then lifted about two thirds back and lowered themselves again, and then again. The last two out of fifteen, twenty? I don't know strokes had me nearly cumming. She stopped, stood up and then the other twin did the exact same thing. This was torturously good. No man would ever survive if these two wanted information you had.

At the last stroke this sister stood up, and seemed to have been left alone for a moment. The next sensation was my cock being lined up to a warm pussy, and being impaled with one stroke. No voice, just an ummppphhh! followed by twenty hard thrusts, deep with her grinding on my cock at the bottom. I was nearing my limit, yet once again a twin got off, only to be replaced with the other. Again, twenty thrusts, twenty grinds, and once again the frustration of being left without release. I could feel my pulse, causing my cock to bounce, ready to explode with the next stroke.

A hand gently held me up and I felt my cock against flesh again. With a softly spoken "Now?" And an equally whispered confirming "Yes" A body was once again thrust against me. This time, the feeling was unquestionably someone's ass. I lasted less than the twenty strokes, grabbing around the waste and chest of my love, thrusting and impaling without abandon.

My orgasm, deep within one of my loves was glorious. I opened my eyes to the vision of Sarah smiling at me, pressing Amy into me while also rubbing her sister's clit. Amy's orgasm was just moments behind mine, her wailing into Sarah, squeezing her shoulders while ridding out wave after wave.

"Damn it you two" Sarah laughed, now I have to wait until tonight to get that treatment!"

Amy and I nodded, we'd be sure to tie the score soon. We were all equals, and that meant both giving and getting. Not to be entirely left high and dry, we did give Sarah a few orgasms courtesy of the the shower massager and a finger or two in her back door.

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Our entrance to the party was timed perfectly as Joey had made it sure that the driver didn't leave our house until everyone was seated and at least the first round of appetizers was served. The mood of the room was light, wine had already been served, spirits were good.

Our entrance was grand. With Sarah on one arm, Amy on the other, both wearing matching LBD dresses. They had perfectly matched their make up, and Sarah decided to leave her contacts at home.

Like we had done in Tahoe months before, we, or rather my ladies stunned the room into silence with their presence. Eyes and heads darting between the two ladies on my arms. Minds trying to figure out the answer to a puzzle they didn't know existed.

"Team, I'd like to re-introduce my wife, Amy as well as your new boss, Sarah. Obviously, they are twins, unknown to each other nearly since birth. Richardson Capital's acquisition has brought them together, so tonight's celebration is dedicated to them, not to sharks and their prey." That got me a squeeze in my side and a laugh from the crowd.

Mr. Tan pipped in - "Now we feast, on lobster Mr Allen. I didn't forget!"

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At exactly 9:05 pm, while watching my wife and her sister walking hand in had while making the rounds at the various tables my phone buzzed with a notification from my banks' mobile application.

Deposit Confirmation: A wire transfer of $12,000,000.00 has been made to your account ending in 9367. A $25.00 fee will apply.

I couldn't hold in a laugh about the $25 dollar fee.

That was followed by a text message from my new estate attorney, letting me know that the trust's funding was completed. The initial $42.4 million for 10 years of unlimited license and resale rights had been wired at 2pm. $5M annual royalties for the next 10 years were now under contract.

At that moment, I realized that all of the blood, sweat and tears had been worth it. I also knew that had nothing more than adding Sarah to our lives come from the acquisition, I'd be just as happy with no payout at all.

My twins, Becky and Brianna came and sat next to me. Brianna leaning on my shoulder, Becky leaning on hers. They too holding hands.

"They are perfect" both of them said, loud enough to be heard by me.

Their voices not the perfect matching of Amy and Sarah, but good enough.

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