Oral Isn't Cheating 09: Manic Monday

"Oral Isn't Cheating: Manic Monday"...

[In previous chapters of this story, I described how my beautiful, buxom wife Cassie gave 4 blowjobs to our neighbor George's ten-inch dick in exchange for renting us his gigantic house on the cheap. To preserve our marriage and atone for her infidelity, big-busted and pregnant Cassie has agreed to be my "love slave". We'd just formed a "throuple" with her smoking hot best friend Jeri, who is also the ex-girlfriend of our well-endowed neighbor. And I had a private rendezvous with my old love, Rhonda the MamaMILF. Now, I've decided to confront my former friend George at his parents' condo but find him... gone.]

After we say our goodnights, I text my wives that I'll be home soon (without Kimchi, sorry).

But then I think about what Rhonda said. About George. How this Throuple thing wouldn't have happened without him. And I sure as hell would never have rekindled things with Rhonda if it hadn't had been for Cassie blowing George last Friday.

I think about what Cassie said, and what Jeri said, about George being alone; sad. And even though I fucking hate him, we both deserve closure. So, I wonder... is he home? And awake?

I drive over to George's condo. I don't really have a plan, but I need to confront him. I need to see his face when I tell him that Cassie is still MINE and that Jeri is MINE now too.

I get to his place, park and approach his door. Unit C9, first floor. I see a light on, so I ring the bell. No answer. But I can hear music playing inside. Of course, it's an old song. I can hear a woman singing "I'm sorry, so sorry..." and the song ends. Then it starts up again "I'm sorry, so sorry". That is... weird. Gives me a bad feeling.

I try the door. It's unlocked.

I walk in calling "George? Hey... George? It's Rand. You home? Anyone here?".

But there's no answer. The lights are on, but nobody's home.

And I see... things. On the kitchen table. Envelopes marked "Jeri" and "Cassie" in bright red marker. And an urn labeled "Pickle". A sketchbook. And a pile of documents. The one on top is titled "Last Will and Testament".

And... there's an empty gun case.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #1

"Nowhere Man" - The Beatles (1965)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Not On My Mickey Mouse Watch")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 00:00am

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I look around. I check the bedrooms, the bathrooms, even the closets. He's nowhere.

I shut off the "I'm Sorry" song that's looping on the CD player. Then I rifle through the documents on the table.

The will's beneficiaries are Jeri, Cassie and... me.

Shit. Is George suicidal? Does he intend to... end himself? And leave all his money to us? What should I do? Call the cops? Call George? Leave and pretend I never saw any of this?

SHIT! Can't a guy just hate another guy without all these complications?

Under the will is a road map, with an area circled. "You'll find me here" is written on it.

SHIT! The area on the map is almost a three-hour drive. George told Cassie that he has an app that lets him see Jeri's location. Maybe she can see HIS location too?

I call Jeri. We talk. Cassie is asleep. Apparently, she and Jeri groped and finger-fucked each other until Cassie conked out. I tell her that I'm at the condo and I think George might be having a serious crisis. Jeri's able to locate him on her app; he's on a bridge about 150 miles from here. I ask Jeri to text him, or call him, and call me back if she hears anything. And I tell her not to tell Cassie! She's pregnant and bipolar. I don't want to upset her.

Just out of nosiness, I open George's refrigerator and cabinets. The dude loves his junk food. He's got hot dogs, doughnuts, chocolate, and many boxes of sugary kid's cereal. If I didn't despise George with every fiber of my being, I might be concerned. This shit's bad for you. As I open another cabinet, a box of Lucky Charms tumbles out and falls onto the floor in front of me. Huh. That's what Jeri called George. Her Lucky Charm.

I place the box back into the cabinet. I look around. There's a small desk in the corner of the living room with stuff on it; a laptop, envelopes, markers, action figures, toys and retro stuff. And a Mickey Mouse watch with a tag that says "For Cassie" on it. I remember that watch. George wore it one day and Cassie admired it. I was going to get her one for Christmas.

I say, "fuck it" and tear open the envelope marked "Cassie". It contains a long hand-written letter with "DESTROY AFTER READING" written dramatically across the top, and two smaller envelopes; one marked "RAND" and the other marked "**RAND**".

In the "Cassie" letter, George confesses that he's been in love with her since they met. He apologizes for taking advantage of her. He says he knows that she doesn't feel the same way about him, and that he could never compete with me; that he could never be worthy of her, and it hurts. He talks about the pain and anguish his social phobia causes him. He feels like he'll always be alone; with no family, no one to love, and no friends after what he's done to us. Jeri dumped him. Cassie blocked him. I ignored him.

Even poor little Pickle, his best buddy, is gone.

In this letter, he tells Cassie that the envelope marked "RAND" contains another letter and that this is the envelope she should give me if I DON'T know about their one-day affair. The other envelope contains a different kind of letter; an apology. He's protecting Cassie. I have to admire that (and I'm surprised at his forethought; maybe he's not so dense?). I tear open the "RAND" envelope and read the letter. It's a simple "thanks for everything" and "goodbye, cruel world" type of letter, where he ascribes his actions to the losses he's suffered. Then I tear open the "**RAND**" apology letter and read it. It's long, sad, heartfelt. George takes the blame; he knew she loved the house, so he used it to lure her, tempt her, and had hoped that she would fall for him after they did "it". He says he's an incurable sex addict, but knows Cassie is better off with me. He ends by saying he's so, so sorry. And I think about how simple it was for Cassie and Jeri to hash out their conflict; just apologize, forgive and be forgiven, and move forward. I think about George on that bridge, with that gun.

I don't need that on my conscience. I can't have that on my conscience.

So... I text him.

This ain't happening, George! At least, not on my Mickey Mouse watch, you big-dicked dumb junk-food eating fucking hillbilly doofus.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #2

"Reach Out In The Darkness" - Friend And Lover (1968)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "We Can Work It Out, Maybe, Possibly, I Think")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 00:20am

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[Start of texts between Me and George]

Me: "Hey George! How's it going? Are you around? Wanna grab a drink?"

Nothing.

Me: "I have some news! Give me a call."

No response. I start to panic so I break out the big guns (oops, bad choice of words again).

Me: "YOU'RE GONNA BE AN UNCLE!"

Then three little bubbles appear on the screen. He's alive! But then they vanish. No reply.

Fuck! Time to break out the entire arsenal.

Me: "And Cassie and I were wondering if you'd consider being the kid's Godfather?"

Then three little bubbles appear on the screen again and I get this...

George: "Great news. I'm real happy for you. But me? Godfather?" [puzzled emoji]

Me: "Yes! Why don't we celebrate? Tonight! I need to thank you. It never would have happened without your help. I should tell you about it. And have you heard from Jeri?"

George: "Sorry, but I'm out of town. Feeling sad about Pickle. Jeri texted. Think she wants to talk about what happened. She OK? Tell her I'm sorry if you see her."

Me: "Jeri's OK. She's with us. Having a little slumber party." [wink emoji] "I understand about Pickle. Should have checked on you but spent the weekend offline. We worked some things out, and so will you. Everything's cool now. Come home, George. Call and let's talk. Sounds like you need someone to talk to."

[I'm hoping I'm not laying this on too thick. George and I are "friends", but we've never been close. Cassie and Jeri were besties; George and I were not. I don't think we've ever hung out, just the two of us. I think he would have liked to, but frankly, I have other friends who I find more interesting than George. Maybe that's why he felt so comfortable stabbing me in the back the way he did.]

George: "Can't now. Noisy here. Took a ride to scatter Pickle's ashes. Far away." [obviously not true; Pickle's ashes are here on the table] "Sorry, but you should find somebody else for Godfather. I'm a fuck-up. You all know it. Jeri still mad?"

Me: "She's not mad. At first, she was. But not anymore. George, we're friends. We can help each other. How bout we meet tomorrow? And hang out."

George: [after a few tense minutes] "Thanks. I don't deserve such good friends. You're like the big brother I never had. Heading home. Late lunch tomorrow? My place around 4?"

Me: [thumbs up] "Sounds good! See you there, Uncle George! One day at a time, bud."

George: [thumbs up][heart]

[End of texts between Me and George]

I think that went well. Easy Peasy. Lemon Squeezy. Crisis averted. I hope. Possibly. Perhaps.

I call Jeri. She checks her finder app. George is off the bridge, on a highway, driving towards home. We both breathe a sigh of relief.

Then my new wife and I chat. I put her on speaker phone while I work.

Jeri: "You've been at George's the whole time? You've been gone hours. Miss you, HUBBY!"

Rand: "Well, I actually had a drink with a work friend."

Jeri: "Let me guess... Rona/Rhonda, the MamaMILF? Heheh."

Rand: "Oh Shit! No one's supposed to know about her! Cassie told you?"

[I take pictures of the documents on the table with my phone, and make some copies using George's little printer/scanner/copier]

Jeri: "Not exactly! We were talking about my... "body count" and I showed her my "vixen videos". I mentioned to Cassie that you and "Rona" work together, and Cassie said her name is actually Rhonda but you call her MamaMILF. And that you had permission from Cassie to fuck her. So, did you? Fuck her?"

Rand: "Uh, no! I did not "fuck her"! But we do have a flirtation thing going on. I mean, from before you and me and Cassie and all that. Rhonda's like my work wife or work mom. Did Cassie watch the video? Did she like it?"

[I use the red marker to trace the "Cassie", "Jeri", "RAND" and "*RAND*" on fresh new envelopes, and seal them]

Jeri: "Like it? She practically assaulted me after! She made my girlie bits Sizzle! Our wife is amazing, "Master". So hot. Lovely funbags! Like fluffy comfy pillows. And Cassie says you can bring Rhonda by anytime for a four-way. Rand? Thank you. For everything. Is this real? I'm so happy, but how do we work this? Like, the logistics of it all. Who does what with who and when and where and all that? Cassie and I will get lots of alone time during the day, but what about you and me? I feel like... I finally have a hot husband, but will I ever get to be alone with him? Go on dates with him? Have a private conversation with him? I'm not a dyke, you know. I like girls but I want a MAN! YOU! And what about our families? What do we say? And the future? The kid, or... kids? And George? What about him?"

Rand: [laying it on thick for my latest conquest] "Jeri, I love you. So much. It's been hard to hide it. I feel like a gigantic weight has been lifted off my shoulders. We'll talk about all that stuff. I have some ideas; we can talk when I get home. But let's talk as a family, with Cassie too. You and I'll get alone time; Cassie'll be cool with that. We're still in the honeymoon phase, honey. We're newlyweds. We'll figure it out together, so everybody's happy. For now... I'd love to hear about how Cassie attacked you!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #3

"Casanova" - Roxy Music (1974)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "I Am Number Four")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 00:40am

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Jeri: "OK! Well, Cassie asked how many... um, you know, guys and girls I've... experienced, heheh. So, I told her! And I didn't know that she's only been with you! I never would have asked her about other guys that night. I mean, that was dumb. Sorry."

Me: "No need to apologize. But can I ask? How many...?"

Jeri's body count doesn't matter to me, honestly. I figure it's high; she's an Ultra-Orgasmic Ultrafox, after all. And she had an OnlyFans, and met George as an escort, so...

Jeri: "OK! I'll tell if you will! I have had sex with... four men. Including you and George, of course. And I gave three hand jobs before meeting George. And I've done eight blowjobs; four while dating George, cause remember, oral isn't cheating. And he knew about those! I told him all about them. He likes to hear the gooey details, just like Cassie, Heheh! And Randy? Guess what? You have the second biggest penis. After George. And the absolute nicest. Of anyone, ever. I love it. I LUST it! I'm touching myself, baby! Now, how about you?"

Only four? I thought it would be more. Jeri is young, of course, but... Huh?

Rand: "Uh... OK, I'm gonna sound like a huge sex addict, but my number is twenty-eight. For fucking; intercourse. Don't ask about other stuff! Aha-ha! Can't count that high! Sorry!"

[I open a desk drawer. I find a small notebook with the names of websites, user ID's and passwords, including one marked SURVEILLANCE SYSTEM. I take a picture of each page]

Jeri: "WOW! Good to know! My man was a Casanova, huh? No wonder you're such a skillful lover! So, I'm number twenty-eight? Well, twenty-eight is my lucky number from now on! Guess I should tell you about the ladies too. Sixteen. Counting Cassie. All smokin' hotties."

Rand: "Wow! I have a boner now, Aha-ha!"

Jeri: "WOW! Good to know! Are you touching yourself too? Heheh. Send me a pic! Do it! Do it Do it Do it! Then I'll send you something!"

So, while sitting on George's couch, I open my pants and send my blushing blonde bride a picture of my handsome cock. And in return I get a wet t-shirt shot of my Ultimate Ultrafox!

Jeri: "OK! Come home so I can wrap my lips around it, Mister Big! Please?"

Rand: "OK, I'm almost done. Finish telling me the story so I have something to think about on the ride home. I mean besides your super-tight pussy, bouncy bottom and perfect tits!"

Jeri: "OK! So, Cassie really loved the lesbo videos. So much that she was touching herself, and me, as we sat next to each other on the couch. She used her fingertips on her clit and on mine, over our panties. When we got to Rhonda's video she said "I know that woman!". She said that's the work MILF you have the hots for; the one she gave you permission to slip a hot beef injection. And I said that you mentioned that you worked with her but didn't mention that you were gonna slip her a hot beef injection, and if I had known about the hot beef injection, I would have let you watch the video so you could see her juggnormous jugs and her hungry hungry hoohah!"

[I collect the trash I created, the envelopes I tore open, and stuff them in my pocket]

Jeri: "And Cass was like "let's have Rand bring that MamaMILF home for us to enjoy too and we'll help him slip her the hot beef injection. Like, we'll make his big stick of dynamite hard and we'll make her MILFy muffin all buttery and bonkable, then grab a tub of popcorn and sit back and watch the Boy-On-MILF action. So, I was like... OK!"

"And I said "Rand'll give us hot beef injections too, right?" and Cassie said "Well he better! I know the thing I'll want most after seeing my man slip his work-wife a hot beef injection, is for him to slip a hot beef injection into me and you, his home-wifes". And the fingertipping on my clit, and the talk about hot beef injections, made a pussy puddle form in my panties, so Cassie said, "let me lap that up for you, pretty princess!" and I said "No! It's my turn to make you cry cum-tears, my quimmy queen!" And she yelled "NO! GIVE ME PUSSY NOW, BITCH!" and she threw me down on the bed, real rough-like, like a big busty cavewoman!" "She's much stronger and bigger than me, I couldn't stop her! She was like a wild sex-animal and I was a little lost lamb! She pulled off my precious panties with her perfect white teeth and stuffed her formidable fingers into my furless furrows of dirty delight!"

"I tried to stop her, Master! I really did! I said that we should wait for you, but she wouldn't! She wanted me, there and then! Wanted my hot steaming cum kettle, my delectable dainty cock-clutcher! She grunted "UGH! CASSIE WANT CUNT!" and down her head went! Down to my most private of areas; my vagina! My lovely fragrant flower opened to her. It accepted her twisting tongue. It reveled in the amorous attention! It succumbed to her determined desire! I screamed "TONGUE IT! TONGUETONGUETONGUETONGUE"! And it... squirted. All over our wife's fantastic face. And Cassie loved it! "Do it again!" she commanded!"

"Master Rand, she was so FORCEFUL! So, DEMANDING! Like, she wanted me to squirt again, but it's not something I can control. So, she started making me... tell her things, while she furiously fingered my girly parts, my prissy little Penis Thightrap. Like about all the times I tried to get you both to fool around with me; the times I tried to seduce the two of you. She worked my clit with her fingers and said "On game nights, you wore all those slutty outfits to tempt my man, didn't you, you Bi-Bombshell? You wanted to get it on with my Ragnarocking Roman-Viking!" and I said "YES! I wanted him to force-fuck my tight pussy! I wanted him to bend me over the kitchen counter and ram his rod in me, Right in front of you, you big-tittied BIMBO!". And she said "And you wanted to eat my Sugar-Plum, didn't you, little fairy? You wanted my slut-slit, you slit-licking slut?" and I said "YES! I wanted to taste your lovely labia! I wanted to snack on your snatch! I wanted my tongue to ride down your hot sloppy Slip N' Slide! YES! YES!"

"And are you happy now that your mine, my precious poontang? Are you happy that you belong to me? Say it!". Cassie had her fingers deep inside me now. Like my fingers are now, only DEEPER! I screamed "Oh OH YES! YES! I Love you, Cassie! And I love Rand! I'm so happy being YOURS! OH! LOVE YOU! OH, OH, OH! LOVE! LOVE YOU! LOVE!!! YOU!!! And..."

"I squirted again! All over her hand. She said my pussy got so tight, she thought she might lose those fingers! Come home, Casanova! Give me a hot beef injection, Mr. RANDTASTIC! I wanna squeeze YOUR appendage! All night long! I might never let it go! Heheh!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #4

"Homeward Bound" - Simon And Garfunkel (1966)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Back To The Shack")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 00:55am

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Me: "Babe, you do have a way with words! On my way home, sugar tits. But hey... how'd you know about the Mr. Randtastic name? Did Cassie tell you?"

Jeri: "What? We all call you that! George made it up. A long time ago."

Me; "He did? Huh. Well... OK. See you soon, then we'll honeymoon... Mrs. Randtastic!"

I quickly use George's bathroom and I'm surprised by how femmy it is! I guess his mom decorated it and he didn't change anything after her passing. Understandable. Lots of pink and lavender and dainty little soaps. After a pee, I wash up; thoroughly.

I look around. Everything is as it was. I turn the CD player on and let the Brenda Lee "I'm Sorry" song play again on "repeat", so George will never know that I'd been here.

I feel a little guilty about snooping through George's stuff and taking pictures of his documents and passwords, etc. But you know what? Everyone has been a conniving, manipulative little weasel lately, so fuck it:

George inveigled Cassie with the house and lied about why he was moving out.

Cassie sucked George's dick and made-up slutty stories to trick me into fucking Jeri.

Jeri has been gold-digging dumb George and trying to seduce me for almost a year now.

Even Rhonda is promising to help me get a promotion just to get my Youngblood stud cum.

So, I think I should get to be a little Machiavellian too.

I glance at my phone. It's well past midnight; it's Labor Day. But my work here is done.

But as I'm heading toward the door, I remember the sketchbook. I open it. Drawings. Lots of them. Really good ones. Of Cassie, Jeri, George and me.

The four of us as the Fantastic Four. And yep, Jeri was right, I'm "Mr. Randtastic". Cassie is "Irresistible Woman". Jeri is the "Hottest Torch". And George? He's the "NoThing". He drew the three of us as regal superheroes, but himself as an ugly monster called the "NoThing".

And more sketches. Cassie as Wonder Woman, Vampirella and Stupefin' Jones (had to Google her). Jeri as Valkyrie, Black Canary and Supergirl. Me as Superman, Thor, Captain America. And George as Bizarro, Quasimodo and The Mole Man.

Shit! He has serious self-esteem issues. And a hidden talent. His drawings are incredible. Then for some reason, I decide to open a few of the desk drawers, and I find George's porn stash. It's quite a collection. Magazines with names like "Juggs", "Bust", "Tit-Bits". And several dozen DVD's: "Girls From Double-D", "Bra Busters", "Boob Cruise", "Tit-To-Tit". Starring busty porn ladies like Chloe Vevrier, Christy Canyon, Leanne Crow. He might be even more breast-obsessed than me. I might have to borrow some of these, if I ever see him again. As I put everything back, I notice more movies. "Swinger's Weekend", "Orgy Mania", "Wife Swappers". And one called "Fuck Club". I pocket "Fuck Club"; he won't miss it.

Porn always makes it look so easy. So simple. Random, exciting, hot sex with no guilt or negative consequences. No hurt feelings. No jealousy. No shame. Just good times.

On my way out the door, I notice one more thing. The framed photograph on the wall above the desk. The frame says "My Family" in childish block letters. It's a picture of the four of us; a selfie George took while we were all sitting around his pool last month.

I leave the door unlocked. And start driving my car back home to the Sugar Shack.

Chapter Eight Playlist, Track #5

"Mamma Mia" - ABBA (1975)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "... Here We Blow Again!")

RHONDA/RAND FLASHBACK! Actual Date/Time: September 2nd, 2024 Monday 1:10am

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I know I told Jeri that I'd think about her story on the way home, but instead I think about my buxom heavy-duty beauty, Rhonda, and our tryst of a few hours ago.

Here's what happened... We were sitting in the booth. We'd both finished our drinks...

Me: "I like that you still like me."

Rhonda: "Interesting! I like that you like that I still like you."

Me: "I like that you like that I like that you still like me."

Rhonda: "Then how about you show me your dick?"

Me: "Here? Now? Really?"

Rhonda: "Yes, now! Chicken?"

Me: [surreptitiously whipping my tired dick out of my pants] "Nope. Not chicken. COCK!"

Rhonda: "Haha! Clever! It's a sleepy cock, though! I thought you liked me, Youngblood? Did those young gals wear you out today? You knew the sight of your beautiful penis would make me crazy. Come on. Let's do it. Let's misbehave. Got another in you?"

Rhonda reached over and stroked the magic back into Mjolnir, who soon stood tall. She wrapped her hand around it; skillfully wielding my enchanted hammer. She reminded me of Rogue from the X-Men, with those streaks of blonde in her deep red hair. We kissed. Then she threw some cash on the table; 50% tip; nice to be rich.

Rhonda: [whispered huskily in my ear] "Let's go to my car. Oral Isn't Cheating, right?"

I tucked the meat mallet back into my pants and we walked out to Rhonda's Range Rover (again, nice to be rich).

We got into the backseat and started making out. Rhonda licked my face like she used to. And my neck. And my shoulders. She unzipped my fly and took my dick out of my pants again, this time pulling my balls out too, so I'm sitting there with it all hanging out. I got her blouse open so those big MILFy tits are all mine to play with.

Rhonda: [stroking my cock and balls] "Youngblood! My Baby Boy! Just so you know, I haven't been with anyone in a looong time! It's been almost three months! I thought I might hook up with Dian's... uh, friend, while we were visiting Wendy, but... he wasn't there. So Come! Suck Mama's titties! I think about you all the time too! How you used to suck my nipples like a baby! Oh, yes, suck Mama! Make me crazy! Love my boobies, sweet boy..."

Guys/Gals... the whole Mama/Baby Boy thing is all Rhonda's doing. She likes it. And I guess I don't hate it. But I do NOT have a Mom/Son incest kink. I do not. I'm just humoring the harmless fetish of my lovely, motherly, nurturing MamaMILF, that's all. That is all!

Me: [spreading my legs] "Yeaah, suck my cock, Mama! Take it in your mouth and suck it, like you used to! I love your technique, Mama. HELL YEAH!"

Rhonda: "Yes, my baby boy! Yes sir, my Youngblood! I'll suck it! After I play with it, haha!"

Rhonda started pumping it with her hand. In the bar, when I saw where this was headed, I was a little nervous about getting it up again and blowing another load. But as soon as I saw and felt and tasted those big fucking tits of Rhonda's, I knew I could do it. I felt the pressure build in my balls. So, I demanded "Suck my balls! Put deez nuts in your mouth, Mama!"

Rhonda: "Yes sir! I like being a slave too! Mmmmmm! Those are some spicy meaty balls! haha! Mmmmmm-mmm! Do you serve gravy too? Mmm CRAZY GOOD! Haha!"

Me: "Yeah, that feels good... don't stop till I tell you. Keep sucking, like that. You're the best ball-sucker! Even Cassie can't get them both in her mouth at once! Good Mama!"

At this point, Rhonda was sucking my nuts while jacking my shaft. I needed a little more pressure to climax again (for the FIFTH time today). So, I wrapped my hand around hers and helped her pump. When I got close, I yelled "SUCK IT! I'm gonna come! SUCK IT, MAMA! Uh Uh Uh!" and MamaMILF sucked my dick while we both jerked it hard. And I came. It felt more like a pinch than an orgasm, but I came, right in my MamaMILF's mouth.

Rhonda: [sitting up] "Mm! Nice! A yummy little nightcap for Mama. You still got it, Baby!"

Then I kissed her. I kissed that sexy beautiful older woman. My first true love. The woman who taught me almost everything I know about lovemaking, about pleasing a woman.

Rhonda: "Oh! Interesting! You kiss afterwards now? I like it!"

As we cuddle in the back of her luxury SUV, we chat in between kisses and tit-licks and cock-sucks. She tells me more about her trip to visit her daughter, Wendy.

Rhonda: "... and Dian was there too! Remember her? Haha!"

Me: "Of course! How's she doing? You mentioned that she's... in an open relationship?"

Rhonda: "Dian's great! Asks about you all the time. And she does OnlyFans now! Full time! You should check her out. She'd LOVE it! She's trying to build a following. That girl's a total exhibitionist. And a sex addict, like me! Haha! And yes, she's in an open relationship too. Haha! With a really hot guy." [strokes my package then texts me Dian's OF link]

Me: "Hell Yeah! I'll definitely sneak a peek. So, you and her... and Karin, are all OK now?"

Rhonda: "Hell NO! We both hate Karin. She fucked Dian's guy! I mean, so did I but I had permission! Haha! What's that look, Youngblood? We were all stoned and... it was her idea! I'll tell you about it sometime, if you're a GOOD BOY! Haha! My dear, it's been fun, and thanks for the cum, but I should go. Good luck tomorrow. Sounds like you're gonna have a MANIC MONDAY; like that song! [sings a bit] "OK, lover. See You... Next Tuesday! Haha!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #6

"That Smell" - Lynyrd Skynyrd (1977)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Yes, She Actually Did That")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 1:35am

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I kissed her goodnight. Back in my own car, I thought about what she just said. About Dian. And... Rhonda AND Karin fucked Dian's guy! Holy SHIT! And about George too. How this Throuple thing would never have happened without him. And I sure as hell would never have let Rhonda suck my dick again if it hadn't had been for Cassie blowing him last Friday.

But I told you that already in Chapter 8, so... back to my ride home. Back to Sugar Shack.

I arrive. Cassie is still asleep. It's early in the morning. Close to 2am. Jeri is puttering around, doing the dishes. When I walk in, she throws her arms around me and kisses me.

Jeri: [whispers in my ear] "Can we fuck? Just us two? Can you do it again? I kept it warm n' wet for you. Can we try? I want you. Master Hubby."

Holy. Shit. I thought she was kidding about wanting sex when I got home.

Me: "OK... how about we take a shower together? I really need a shower." [to wash Rhonda off my face. And my neck. And my shoulders. And my dick. And my balls.]

Jeri: [smiling] "Heheh. Did you fuck Rhonda? You can tell me! I won't get mad! Did you? Can I "SMELL YO' DICK"? Like that YouTube thing! Smell Yo' Dick! Heheh!"

Me: "No! I didn't fuck anybody! Aha-ha! We just had a drink and talked. She's like a mom to me. She gives good advice! But go ahead, Smell My Dick if you want! Aha-ha!"

And she DOES! She kneels down, opens my fly, wiggles out my trouser snake and sniffs it.

"Well?" I ask.

Jeri: "Hmmm... I love the smell of your penis in the morning. Smells like... victory!" [kisses the tip] "C'mon, Thunder God, let's do washy-scrubbys."

I am so relieved that Cassie is sleeping. She may have been able to sniff out the scent of MILF saliva and lipstick on my junk, with her Pregno-Senses, even though I washed it at George's condo. I guess I could have told Jeri, but there's been so much subterfuge and skullduggery going on, I feel like a sap for being honest. It was just a blowjob. And Oral Isn't Cheating, right, gals? So, after that cringey little episode, Jeri and I quietly shower together. We have a sweet loving splashdown. A slow sensual lather, rinse, repeat. I get intimately acquainted with my new wife's fine and fabulous form. We kiss (a lot), we exchange terms of endearment, and talk.

Jeri: "Rand?" [kiss] "What's gonna happen when the baby comes?" [kiss] "Will you still want me around?" [kiss] "I'll make myself useful! I'll help Cassie, and I'll suck your cock! Everyday!" [kiss] "And... how would you feel if I wanted children too?" [kiss] "I mean, with you. Your children. Your babies." [kiss]

Me: "Really? YES!" [WHAT THE HUH? How can I afford two wives and two (or more) kids?] "You'd be an amazing mother, Jer. A beautiful mommy. A hot mommy. A MILF." [kiss]

Jeri: "OK! And if we did it soon," [kiss] "then our kid, and Cassie's, they'd be playmates," [kiss] "a sibling, just a few months younger! Wouldn't that be great? We'd be a real family!" [kiss] "Maybe we can't be legally married, but if we had a kid together" [kiss] "we'd be connected. Always and forever. Me and you." [kiss] "And Cassie and I would help EACH OTHER! Like Sister Wives! Our kids would have two lactating MILFy moms to love them AND a ruggedly handsome Alpha Super Norse God dad!" [BIG KISS]"

Me: "I'd love to breed you, my Ultrafox." [kiss] "Make you my baby-mama; put a bun in your warm little oven. But you're on the pill, right?" [kiss]

Jeri: "Eh, I'll just give 'em to my mom." [kiss] "She'll use 'em. Hey, what about George? Do you really think he's that depressed? What did you say to get him to come back?"

Me: "I told him about the baby, and that basically, everything is cool. Like, no need to despair, we're all happy. It's all good, man! I hinted at our throuple thing, but I don't think he got it. And... I asked him to be the Godfather of little Rand Junior."

Jeri: "You did? But you were just trying to talk him down from the ledge, right?"

Me: "Yeah. I still despise him, but I don't want him... dead. I'll talk to him tomorrow. Let him know that what's done is done, but under the circumstances, any relationship we had is over. I'll insist that he hire a property management company so there'll be no interaction between him and any of us. And I'll make sure he gets help. Psychiatric help. Cassie's right. You're right. George isn't evil; he's just stupid. And unhappy. And he's been covering his unhappiness in a gaudy spill of toys and posters and porn and other pop-culture crap. And he was dumb enough to think he could add Cassie to that mix."

Jeri: "That's so kind of you, Master; to want to get him help. I feel bad for George too. How do you think he'll take it when he finds out I'm your woman now?" [stroking my cock]

Me: "Don't know." [kiss] "But you ARE my woman, right? And I'm your Master." [kiss]

Jeri: "OK! Good to know!" [kiss] "OH! What have we here! Why Rand, you horny devil! You have an erection! Guess you want to get started on that baby, hmmm?" [kiss] "How's that feel? If I rub my ass against it? Like that? OH! Fuck. Oh My God! Oh! Slow. Hm!"

I slowly push my hard dick into her wet slit and screw Jeri's pussy from behind. It's kinda tough to do in our small shower stall. And with the height difference. I have to kind of squat. Anyway, I give her a few good thrusts and she uses her hand to play with my swinging ball sack while we fuck. But I soon spin her around and lift her up and onto my cock. I fuck her till she screams "So Good! SO GOOD! Yes! GOOD! GOOD! GOOD! GOODGOODGOOD!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #7

"Watermelon Man" - Herbie Hancock (1962)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Hypno-Tits")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 1:55am

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And thanks to our vastly vociferous Ultrafox, our very own Yellin' Of Troy... Cassie is awake!

Cassie: [yawning] "Hey, you frisky newlyweds! Keep it down! There are old pregnant ladies trying to sleep, you know! Hee" [yawn] "Hee."

Jeri: "Sorry, Dollface, but I needed that hot beef injection we were talking about! And you were right about Rand! What a cocksman! His dick's amazing! Still hard as a rock after pleasing us all day long!"

Me: "That's because my wives are so fucking hot! Just thinking about you two makes it hard enough to pound nails with!"

Cassie: "Awww! Sweet!" [sounding a little jealous] "But one of your wives didn't get an invite to the bridal shower! Come to bed you two, and let's see if we can squeeze any more juice out of that big pink banana!"

Jeri: "Heheh! Banana Juice! I bet Cassie's melons could drain those big Randy plums! And I can help with my grapefruits!" [tweaks one of her sexy and suckable C-cups]

Cassie: [grabs her big bouncies through her robe and squeezes them gently] "I'd accept a tit-fuck, Angelface, if you'll lick me clean afterwards! DEAL?"

Jeri: "DEAL! Multi-marriage is fun! Polyamory is fun!"

I do some quick math in my head. If I come again in the next thirty minutes, that will make six loads in the last twenty-four hours. Damn. Polyamory is fun but Polyamory is HARD too!

Cassie opens her satin robe and shows us the goods. What a Righteous Rack! Unbelievable Udders. My first wife has the greatest set of tits, the most incredible boobs, the absolute best breasts I have ever seen, in person or otherwise. Wonderful Watermelons. Hypno-Tits. And from the way she's staring and licking her lips, my second wife agrees.

She shimmies. They flop and quake. I could watch her do that for hours. Days. Weeks even.

Cassie: [reveling in the attention, a tit in each hand] "Come Suck, my beauties. Like this."

And Cassie lifts her right breast up to her mouth and licks the nipple, then devours it!

Jeri: "Oh WOW! I didn't know you could do that! Good to know; even better to watch! Yum."

Jeri and I dry off quickly and each take a nipple and suck. Yeah, maybe polyamory is hard, but Jeri was right about one thing... multi-marriage is awesome!

Cassie: "Nice. My babies. My beautiful babies. Kiss my watermelons. Suckle."

While enjoying Cassie's tit, I glance at Jeri. She's got her lips locked on Cassie's boob and she's looking up with love and longing at our hostess with the mostess, biggest, bust-ess.

Jeri: "I wish I had a cock to fuck these mommy melons. I'd blow a hot pearl necklace on my sexy wife! Go ahead... Fuck them titties while I hold them together, Mr. Master!"

So, I mount Cassie's awesome chest and fuck them titties. Jeri holds them and kisses them and my cock as it slides through Cassie's cleavage. I love the way her boobs bounce back and forth, making contact with Jeri's smiling face with each thrust. Jeri seems to love it to!

She helps with lubrication by letting her saliva drool out of her mouth onto my cock while I bang Cassie's bust. It feels and looks so good, but I can't get into the coming zone... yet.

Cassie: "Let's suck his cock together, sister wife. Suck with me. Lick. Mmm. Mmm! Tasty." [opens her mouth wide and lets the tip of my dick graze her swirling tongue]

Jeri: "Mmmm! I love when our lips touch, when we have our man's hard dick head clenched between us. Mmmm! I love my sis wife!"

Cassie: "I love you too, Sister Angelface Ultrafox Cherubimboo Yumblonde! Hey! Your initials spell SAUCY. Hubster, you owe us that Sister Act story! And some saucy spunk. Tell us! It'll put the lead back in your pencil, fill the reservoir and make the dam burst!"

Jeri: "Yeah, then make it rain all over our faces! Give us your dick water! Heheh! If you tell the story, we can do a reenactment, Mr. Rand-O-Matic!"

Cassie and Jeri: [in unison] "Tell it! Tell it, tell it, tell it..."

Me: "OK, OK. Right. I promised the Sister Story. Hell yeah! Reenact it! Cassie, you be big sister Karin, and Jeri can be the little sister, Dian."

I tell the dirty story to Jeri and Cassie. Then we act it out, but these slut sisters diverge from the source material a bit.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #8

"We Are Family" - Sister Sledge (1979)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Family Affair (reenacted) Stand!")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 2:10am

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Jeri pulls something out of her overnight bag of tricks. Cassie gets something out of her dresser drawer. Cassie throws a pair of my swim trunks at me and says, "Put these on!" Then both ladies go into the other room. When they return, Jeri's wearing a sexy teddy with her hair in pigtails, and Cassie has her Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Bikini on. I stare, admiring the wardrobe change.

Cassie: [whispering] "Jeri didn't bring a swimsuit, so we improvised. Just pretend it's a one-piece. And stand up!"

Jeri: [cosplaying Dian] "Hi Rand! You're so cute! I'm a slut who likes like big boys! But I never sucked a HARD COCK before! Can I suck your throbber? Pretty please?"

Cassie: [being Karin] "Yeah, Rand, my sister wants to fellate you, real bad! All the girls talk about your fat fuck-stick and how tasty it is! Dian needs me to teach her the womanly art of dick-sucking before she blows off to college! Our rich parents bribed the Dean to get her in, cause she's stupid. She'll probably need to suck off all her professors to pass her courses! Heehee! So, whip out your giggle-stick and squirt us some of that glorious guy goo!"

Jeri: "Yeah, bang my virginal girlie mouth like it's a tuna taco! Stick your flavor phallus into my fresh little fuck-face! Like, gag me with a meat spoon! My big sister will watch me slut on you and help me swallow your salty semen! I wanna be on the man-meat meal plan!"

Cassie: "OK, my sisterly student of sluttiness, first, kiss the boy! That's it! Kiss like the tarty little whore you are! Nibble his neck! Moan into his ear, my dear! Make his dick hard and rub it through his pants! You got this, sis! That's my girl! Now, let him suck your nipples! Great job! Mom would be so proud! Ready for some cock? Pull those shorts off him!"

Jeri: [pulling down my trunks so my stiff dick popped up like a Jack-In-the-Box] "WOW! Here it is! Standing tall and Proud! Karin, I'm gonna need an ass-SIS-tant! Come over here and let's get FAMILY-yar with this ramrod! I INCEST!" [insist] "Heheh!"

Cassie: [kneels next to Jeri] "OK, clever girl, class in now INCEST-TION!" [in session] "Heehee! Lesson One: Kissing the Cock... Mm, like this. Rub your lips along the ridge, right here, mmm, kiss the head, mmm, gently. That's it! "A" plus, babe! Now, Lesson Two: Licking the Shaft... Ahm, like this, see? Let your tongue slide up and down that smooth hard shaft. Right, like that. Is your pussy tingling yet? Cause mine sure is! Lesson Three: Suck It... open your mouth and wrap your sweet lips around that fat bulbous head. Enjoy the warmth of it. Taste the pre-cum? Now, let it slowly fill your mouth and let it push deep into your throat. PERFECT! Now faster, up and down, in and out! Faster! Faster! Use your hand to pump him! And squeeze his big balls! Make him crazy! And make some noise to let him know you love his big fat dick, and you crave his groovy gravy! Tell him you want his hot jizz! Tell him!"

Jeri: [taking my dick out of her mouth for a moment] "Got it, Twisted Sister! I want HOT JIZZ! We want HOT JIZZ! Your HOT JIZZ! Give it to us! PLEASE! Please Please Please!"

Cassie: [stands and kisses me and whispers] "Give sissy your cum, big fella! Shove your long hard hot rod done her slutty throat! Stretch that whore mouth! Fill it up! Here! Let me jerk you off into her hungry hole! I'll pump the gas and get you to BLAST! You're the man! The real man! I like pumping you! I like it! Mm-hm. Harder. Harder! HARDER! YES! YES!"

Me: "YEAH! YEAH! Cassie! Jeri! Uh, I mean, KARIN! DIAN! Uh! Uh! UH-UHHHH!"

And I blow another load right into Jeri's mouth. I glance at our alarm clock; it's 2:23! I did it! I blew my sixth load of the day. Don't think it's much of a mouthful, but I fucking did it! We did it; me and my two sexy wives.

Cassie: [still in character] "Don't swallow it all! Save some for Sis!"

Cassie lies on the floor and opens wide. Jeri positions her mouth a few inches above Cassie's and lets my goo drip out of her and into Cassie. Then they switch, and Cassie dribbles the cum into Jeri's mouth and tells her to swallow it.

Jeri: [as a bit of my jizz drips from between her lips] "Mmm. Oops, looks like this sibling is dribbling! Rand cum tastes so good! Mmmm. Thanks, Karin. You're the best! You're a pro at professoring! Kiss my cummy lips, Sis."

My girls kiss. They blow their cum-breath on me. Then we all kiss.

Now, I'm beat, bushed, burnt out. Time to sleep. I use Jeri's phone to check on George. He's still on the highway, headed back home. That's a relief. I down a round of supplements and three full glasses of water (being a stud with two wives requires maximum hydration), then we brush our teeth and get into bed, naked, to spend our first night together as a married throuple. Cassie on my left, as usual, and Jeri on my right. We talk quietly, like we're having a slumber party and we don't want the grownups to know we're still awake.

Cassie: "Angelface, put you hand here." [she places Jeri's tiny hand on my cock] "Like that. Hold him, soft tired little Mjolnir. And I'll cradle his balls. This is how we sleep. Every night."

Jeri: "OK! Good to know!"

Cassie sings softly to me... "Master Randman, you are a dream, you are the cutest that I've ever seen, you've got two lips like roses and clover, and I love it when you bend me over!"

Jeri: "Heheh! OK! My turn! Master Randman, I was alone, but I really wanted your perfect bone. Please squirt out your yummy cream! Master Randman, you make me scream!"

Me: "Alright... Ok, I got one... Hushabye, hushabye, Oh my darlings don't you cry, my hard cock I soon will shove, right into the girls I love... Aha-ha... how's that sound?"

Jeri: "Nice! Do you promise?"

Cassie: "Mm. Nothing like a good fucking from Rand first thing in the morning. He'll start the day off right for us. And morning blowjobs are the BEST! Right Master? Good night, Sexies!"

Fuck. I have to do this sex orgy madness over again tomorrow. Cue... Panic Attack!

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #9

"I Woke Up In Love This Morning" - The Partridge Family (1971)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Sweet Breakfast Muffins And Buns"

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 8:15am

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When I wake up, I'm in the big king bed, alone. Was it all a dream? I pinch myself. Then I see Jeri's bag on the chair. It actually happened. I have two wives! I hear the sound of the oldies station and lovely lady voices coming from the kitchen. I smell coffee. And bacon. And I can taste my breath, so I brush my teeth, wash my face, throw on some PJs, then head down our rickety staircase to see what my Angels of the Morning are up to.

Jeri: "Rand! Good morning, sexy beast!" [gives me a kiss and big long hug; she's wearing nothing but an apron] "Want a muffin, gorgeous?" [she pulls the apron up so I can see her bald pussy] "It's nice and warm and... moist." [another kiss] "Did you sleep well? Hmm? All rested? Ready, willing and able? You are? Good to know... mmm" [another kiss]

Cassie: "JERI! Stop! Let him have his coffee, silly goose! THEN we'll rape him! Heehee! C'mere, lover!" [kisses and hugs me; she, too, is wearing just an apron and her enormous tits are not exactly contained by it] "Maybe you want buns instead? Heehee!" [turns and shows me her naked butt]

Me: "I'll take both! Good Morning, lovelies. I'm so in love with you both. But aren't you afraid of getting bacon grease spattered on yourselves? Seems dangerous to cook semi-nude."

Cassie: "Oh no! Jeri taught me how to cook the bacon in the microwave. A lot easier and the paper towels absorb the grease. Here taste. Good, right?"

Jeri brings me coffee, just how I like it, and we sit, eat, talk, laugh. Like we're normal people.

Jeri quietly shows me George's location on her phone. He's at the condo, so our fears are allayed, for now. But the idea of a suicidal George still troubles me.

Rightly so. But Jeri? Not as much. She says she knows him, and she doesn't think he'd go through with it. But I didn't tell her everything I saw last night.

Eventually we get around to the subject of... US.

Cassie: "So, Thunder Babe, Jeri and I were talking last night, after some finger-banging, and cunnilingus, and scissoring. Oh, and our titty-boxing. I won, of course."

Jeri: "Well, my sparring partner had an unfair advantage! It was like middleweight going up against Mike Tyson! My poor C-cups got battered. I mean, I liked it, but still."

Cassie: "Heehee! I'll tie one booby behind my back next time! Anyway, Master, we were talking about how to do things, like how to make everything fair and make sure everyone gets quality one-on-one time with each other, like me and you need alone time, Rand, and Jeri and you need alone time, and me and Jeri need alone time. Me and Jeri figure they'll be plenty of alone time for us, cause I'm working from home and Jeri's going to the community college, so we'll be sexing with each other all the time. But for alone time with you, I figure, every Monday, you and I will be alone together. It'll be our date night. Starting next Monday, cause we're still honeymooning with darling Angelface today. And Jeri has classes scheduled on Monday nights so it's perfect!"

"Jeri gets Tuesdays with you cause she doesn't have classes that night. And Wednesday will be "hump" day; so, if it's an even numbered day, then you hump me, cause I was born on an even day. If it's an odd number, then Jeri gets humped, cause she's odd! Heehee! Kidding! And Thursday will be Thor's day, Rand's day to fuck us both, or make us do each other while he watches, or fuck us up the butt if we've been misbehaving. Or pee on us, spank us or..."

Jeri: "Facials! Spray our faces! Or maybe you'll want me to fuck Cassie with my strap-on."

Cassie: "Hm! Yeah! Or I could fuck JERI with a strap-on! Or you could watch us diddle ourselves. Or we could watch hot porn, like this" [holds up the Fuck Club DVD I pilfered from George last night; must have left it on the kitchen table] "or make hot porn... heehee."

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #10

"Pencil Neck Geek" - Freddie Blassie (1977)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Dirty, Lousy, Rotten, Stinkin', Freak!")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 9:20am

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Jeri: "OK! Good to know! You have Fuck Club too! That's one of George's favs. And speaking of porn... and George... um, feel free to say no; I know it's a touchy subject, but do you think I could watch the videos of Cassie sucking him off? I was cheated on too and... I feel left out of the loop, spouses. Heheh! And I'll show you my pornos if you show me yours."

Cassie: "Ummmm... I don't know. What do you think, Master?"

Me: "Yeah, OK, I guess. But only if you two do something super special for me first."

Jeri: "OK! Something super special? Like... anal? All the way in? Deep and Dirty?"

Me: [dick twitching at the thought of penetrating Jeri's tight ass] "Uh, yeah, I guess we could do some... deep anal. That would be... super special. If you're into... that."

Jeri: "OK! Just let me get some things from George's McMansion, while he's still at his condo, and I'll be right back. Just wait! Don't fuck without me!"

Cassie: [smacking Jeri's gorgeous fine ass] "Well, don't be long then! My black hole is hungry for some cock-rocket! Heehee!"

Jeri: "Heheh. You said "Cock-Rocket"... heheh..."

Jeri grabs her keys. I walk outside with her and give her an "assignment".

Me: "Jeri, my love, do you know if George has any... firearms over there? He does? His aunt's old Derringer is in a case under his bed? Then maybe you'd better bring that here. I don't think George should have easy access to such things for a while. And do me another favor. Check that surveillance system. See if there's ANY video of Cassie on it. If there is, DELETE IT! And either way, lock him out. Change the password or whatever. I DO NOT want him to have ANY video of... that day."

And I give her the Boy/Toy Room passcode... "34GG".

Jeri: "OK! Good to know!"

Me: "And turn on those interior cameras! Might come in handy... later. Now, Git!"

And I playfully spank her on her gorgeous fine ass too.

When I re-enter the Sugar Shack, I see Cassie busying herself in the kitchen, cleaning up and putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

So, I text our landlord, just to give him a heads-up that we have a line on a new house. He's been so good to us that I hate to leave. But Cassie's so right. We need a bigger, better place. We still have five months on our current lease, so we may need to pay for both places or pay some kind of lease-breaking penalty. But it'll be worth it. Our landlord responds with characteristic geniality and asks if we know anyone nice that would like to rent the place.

Just then, my cell phone rings. It's Rhonda. She's upset. Crying. And drunk (at 9:30am)!

Rhonda: "She's pregnant! That dirty lousy little pencil-dick knocked her up! He fucked my freaking niece Karin and nutted in her and now he wants a divorce so they can get married!"

Me: "Oh my G..."

Rhonda: "I can't believe I put up with this freaking rotten stinking shithead for so long! Do you have time today? I need a real man's cock! A Young Man's Cock! Please, Youngblood!"

Me: "Yeah, mayb..."

Rhonda: "I'll eat pussy too, if your wives wanna join in. I'm good with lady parts; just ask Jeri. Haha! I've done some crazy things since we broke up. Guess I was trying to fill the void you left when... I left you. Let me show you and your beautiful girls. I'll do anything to get out of this house and away from that fucking lousy ass scumbag!"

Me: "OK, let m..."

Rhonda: "Wait a sec, while I pour myself another Bellini. OK. Tell your girls that I'LL be the sex slave tonight! I'll do anything! ANYTHING! If I can get a big dick in me! YOUR BIG DICK!"

Me: "Well, how ab..."

Rhonda: "I'm through with that pencil-neck geek! He wants to sell the house! Can you believe that? After all the work we put into it! MY HOUSE!"

Me: "Really? Tha..."

Rhonda: "Cause my spoiled rotten cunt-face niece wants "her" dream home, not mine! I need to find a new place! And I signed a fucking pre-nup! What was I thinking? He took advantage of me. I was only 18! I gave that Pencil-Neck Geek my youth! How will I live on the chump change they pay me at the office? He's totally screwing me. And not in a fun way! Listen, Loverboy, you're moving into that New House, right? Have they rented it yet? If not, I'd love to take over your lease. Will you talk to your landlord? Please? I'd be better than your last neighbor. I'd be a neighbor who'll suck YOUR cock! Haha!"

When I can get a word in edgewise, I try to console Rhonda the best I can. I ask to see the pre-nup; we'll pass it around the office and try to find loopholes. And while she continues ranting about Pencil-Dick, I respond to our landlord and tell him that I have a friend who's very interested. He replies immediately saying she should contact him as soon as possible.

I tell Rhonda what he said, and that the Sugar Shack is old, small. Not what she's used to.

Rhonda: "Oh that's fine! Text me his number! Got it! Thanks. I know it's not fancy like your New House, but it'll do. Do you think he'd mind if I had a couple of roommates? Dian and her fiancé are looking too. He just scored a new job not too far from you."

Hm... Dian's fiancé? Just got a new job? "New House"? Brains wheels are spinning; head gears are clicking.

Me: "Um, Dian's fiancé...? Is he... anyone I know?"

Rhonda: "Maybe. He's an old friend of Wilson's... Xaviar. We call him Ex."

Fuck! I tell Rhonda that Ex and I are old friends too, but I had no idea he was dating Dian.

Me: "Shit! Rhonda, do me a favor, please? Don't mention it to Ex yet. He texted me and asked about rentals in the area, and I hadn't made the decision to move into the... New House yet. So let me tell him about the Sugar Shack, OK? Thanks, babe."

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #11

"Ball Of Confusion" - The Temptations (1970)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "I Love The Flower Girl (And Run-On Sentences)")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 9:40am

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Then I explain about our late lunch with George this afternoon, to seal the deal. I say we can meet after, at least for a drink and a quickie fuck in her car. And maybe my brides might like to see her too? But I should ask them first. I tell MamaMILF to relax, stop drinking Bellinis, and we'll figure things out together. And I signoff by saying that I love her. Madly. Cause I do.

So, Ex, who was dating Dian's sister Karin ten years ago, is now engaged to Dian, who, according to Rhonda, has an OnlyFans? And Dian and Ex have an open relationship? And Rhonda has fucked him? And Karin too? And Rhonda, Dian and Ex may be living next door?

Oh boy. This guy Ex and I go way back. To our freshmen years in college. And there's a lot I haven't mentioned about Ex; to Cassie, Rhonda or anyone, ever.

It's embarrassing, but he and I have shared women. On a few occasions. Simply put, we've done "group sex shit" together (but NOT with each other; I am also "A STRAIGHT" as young Cassie would say). This was way back when, in the before time. The "before Cassie" time.

And after every "occasion", where he was the "supplier" of said women, he would always joke that "next one's on you, pal" or "you owe me one, buddy". And on EVERY "occasion" where we've done "group sex shit" together, Ex was the one and only "supplier" of women.

So, what does a guy with two wives and one and hopefully more (like Tiffany, if she ever replies to our texts) mistresses do when his former friend and "metamour", who insists the guy with multiple wives and mistress(es) "owes" him, moves in next door with his sultry OnlyFans fiancé, who lost her oral virginity to the guy with the wives/mistresses, and the fiance's hot MILFy aunt who this guy has romantic history with and who's also his current mistress who he wants to watch make lesbian love to his two wives and also to recommend him to their boss for a much-needed promotion and raise at their mutual place of work???

And how does a guy afford to support his two sexy wives, and a new baby(s), when they have a shit-ton of debt and other financial obligations and his MamaMILF, who the guy loves madly and was hoping would be his Sugar-MamaMILF who he could kinda/sorta sponge off of periodically, just found out that soon... she won't be rich anymore?!?!

What the fuck does this guy do? Who does he talk to? Who does he turn to? How does he navigate this complex, confusing network of fully flummoxing fucked-upped-ness?

Break things off with Jeri? I CAN'T! I love her! And Cassie loves her!

Break things off with Rhonda? I CAN'T! I love her too!

I think about this thing called love. A few days ago, I was in love with only Cassie. But then she gave me permission to love Jeri too; now I love them both. How is that possible? I guess it's kinda like having kids. Having a second doesn't diminish your love for the first. So having a second wife, that is accepted and loved by your first wife too, just makes your heart expand. Like the Grinch after he stole Christmas (in the original cartoon; not the vastly inferior remakes). So... I can love Rhonda too, just like I used to. Even without her money.

But if we're sexually involved with Rhonda (who apparently fucks Ex sometimes too), how do we hide that from Ex and her niece Dian, who might both be living right next door to us, while ravishing redhaired Hyper-Sexual Rhonda and buxom brunette Nympho-Brainiac Cassie and breathtaking blonde Ultrafox Jeri and I, Mr. Randtastic, the King of Hearts, prance and frolic together in our McMansion, in our pool and on its grounds?

Or do we just, Day One, ring the bell with a housewarming gift and say "Hi Dian, Hi Ex, Welcome to the neighborhood! Is Rhonda home? We want to fuck her!" Aha-ha!

Hm. Dian and Ex are open. Ex is cool with sharing women. Dian "asks" about me. Dian does OnlyFans. Hm. I can't believe that I'm thinking what I'm actually thinking. I haven't seen Dian in quite a while though; ten long years. Maybe I should "sneak" that "peek" right now.

Cause I'm severely stressed. And watching porn calms me, like sucking cock calms Cassie.

I use the link Rhonda sent me yesterday to go to Dian's OF site. I peruse her "softcore" free content. And there she is! OMG! Still beautiful, still sexy, but with several BIG changes! Implants, I guess? She's gone up at least two or three cup sizes. And she's got many, many piercings and tattoos (flowers, mostly). Dian's a total Goth Girl now! I love it!

And there's that "L" word again. Shit. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. I've got a lot on my Love Plate already. I think... I better call Ex. Maybe I can talk him out of living next door to us. Talk him out of the Sugar Shack.

I may now officially be Mr. Randtastic, the Machiavellian Master of all I survey, the Thunder God with the Wonder Rod, but three beautiful chicks (and maybe Tiffany?) are enough!

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #12

"Talk Talk" - Music Machine (1966)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "I Got Me A(nother) Complication")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 10:00am

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I push this shit out of my mind and go back to the kitchen and wrap my arms around Cassie and squeeze her, everything, everywhere. "Let's get the videos" I say. "Jeri'll be back soon."

We go up to the bedroom and find the camcorder that has the BJ videos on it.

Cassie: "You sure about this, babe? We could just watch our homemade porn. Isn't it embarrassing for you? Or... is it OK now? Are you still mad at me? At him... George?"

Me: "Not mad at you. I understand why you did what you did. It hurt, but now, we're sharing a gorgeous woman, who we're both in love with. And I can have a relationship with Rhonda too. So, I really can't be mad about you and George anymore. And uh, don't tell Jeri yet, but you should know; Rhonda gave me oral last night in the backseat of her car. Aha-ha!"

Cassie: "Rand! You got head from Rhonda and then fucked Jeri without telling her?"

Me: "Yeah, but I washed my dick really good at George's condo! And Jeri and I got into the shower before we did anything! I was totally clean!"

Cassie: "Rand! You were at George's condo? Why? You didn't... hurt him, did you?"

Me: "No! I just wanted to talk to him, tell him about our... Triple Play Date. Like how we're the Dynamic Trio now. Just to rub his face in it a little. For revenge. But I didn't."

Cassie: "Rand! Didn't you think you should discuss this with us first?"

Me: "No. I need to talk to George man-to-man. But he wasn't home; he was... uh, sit down."

I tell Cassie (almost) everything about last night (I leave out the part where I photograph all of George's passwords, because I guess that was kind of... illegal).

Cassie: "Rand! We need to find him! This is all my fault! I should never have led him on! I kissed him! Sucked his dick! We pretended we were married! STUPID! I told him I loved him! Then I blocked him! Now he's suicidal! SHIT! SHIT! It's all my fault!"

Me: "Cassie, stop! It is not your fault! He's fine! Jeri's keeping an eye on him through her tracker app. We're going to see him this afternoon. He'll offer us the house, we'll sign the leases, then... we'll tell him about Jeri. And we'll get him professional help. We'll make sure he finds a good therapist. And then, as difficult as it will be, we'll disengage. Cut him loose. And he'll be fine. He's a grown man. Ultimately, he needs to fix himself."

Cassie: [crying, panicking... MANIC-ING!] "RAND! That won't work! He's alone! He's sick! He's fragile! Depressed! I know about this shit! We can't abandon him! HE NEEDS US! Please! FUCK! It's all my fault! DAMN IT! SHIT! All my fucking fault... I HATE MYSELF!!!"

Me: [also panicking] "Babe! No, No, it's not...!"

Jeri walks in. She gives me a thumbs up and pats her purse. The Derringer must be in there, methinks. Then she notices Cassie in crisis and acts. Quickly. Thank God for Jeri.

Jeri: "Cass? Dollface? What's wrong, girl? Oh, come here! There, there, baby, it's OK, shh..."

Jeri's so sweet, so comforting. She'll be a GREAT mom too. Like Cassie. I love them, jointly and severally. I'm the luckiest husband alive! I need to make this all work. For everyone.

We calm Cassie down (actually, Jeri calms Cassie down). And we talk, talk, talk. We talk about us; and our situation. I tell them about last night with Rhonda, the MamaMILF, and Jeri's seems cool with it (Jeri is SO COOL). And I tell them the truth about how Rhonda and I originally got together; how I was basically her gigolo; how she helped me financially while we were "dating". And I tell them about Rhonda's pending divorce situation, and how she may be moving into the Sugar Shack. And they're very sympathetic to her plight.

Jeri talks about her mom; her emotional instability, and manic-depressive history. And about how she's afraid to tell her about our throupling.

I, too, have no fucking idea how to explain all this to my parents. "Hi Mom, Hi Dad! Guess what? Cassie's pregnant and I have two wives now and I'm also banging that lady whose son I was pretending to tutor ten years ago! How are you?"

And Cassie fears telling her parents ANYTHING about her life; they're always disapproving.

We talk about love, relationships, family, kids, money, Rhonda and... you know who. Him. The Elephant Dick in the room. "Uncle" George.

The women make their cases to me. He needs help. I agree (to a degree). We three sex addicts have been blessed. We're extremely fortunate to have found each other, and he's, in theory, somewhat responsible for making that happen. So, despite my anger and my hurt pride, I, Master Rand Scarface Odinson, will allow limited contact with George, as needed.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #13

"Sunshine Superman" - Donovan (1966)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Biff! Bam! Pow!")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 10:50am

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Cassie: [wiping tears away] "I feel better now. Just Super! I can't believe how good I feel now. I have a wonderful husband who loves and understands me! An incredible wife who'd do anything for me! And we're getting a beautiful new house. And I'm PREGNANT! And we're gonna help our friend George. So, somebody, please, FUCK ME NOW!"

Jeri: "OK! It's foreplay time! Wonder Wife Powers... ACTIVATE!" [Jeri and Cassie fist bump]

The two beauties leave the room. Jeri returns with the top half of my Thor costume from Halloween and a chilled bottle of vodka.

Jeri: "Here you go, Bod of Thunder! Put it on; just the top. We wanna see that magic hammer swinging between those muscular legs! OK! Mm-Hm! Here's some condoms." [whispering] "For the anal! I talked Cassie into a butt-fest. Heheh! You're gonna fill my crack in, Master! Take a swig of this moonshine; and Relaximatate, baby-cakes."

I don my Thor top. I sit by the bedroom window and let the warm rays of the sun bathe my face again. And I take a hit of the cold vodka. Nice.

Jeri is my Starshine. Cassie is my Sunshine. I'm drinking Moonshine. Life is good.

Then Jeri and Cassie burst in dressed as Supergirl and Wonder Woman (respectively)!

Aha-ha! I DID say I wanted something "Super Special"...

Jeri: "Face Front, Avenger! It's Marvel Versus DC! Winner takes it ALL (the cum)!"

Cassie: "Super-Hoes Vs. Super-Bro! A Two-In-One Team-Up! Let's get Brave and Bold, Bub!"

Cassie and Jeri: [in unison] "Judo Chop Chop!" [they pummel me with faux karate blows]

And we go at it! Fake fighting/wrestling. Real laughing/giggling. I bear hug Captain Cassie, holding onto her massive mammaries, while General Jeri gently beats my back with her little fists. I shout "SHAZAM", pick up Wonder-Cassie and throw her on the bed. I turn, pose for a moment, then hoist a shrieking Super-Jeri into the air and toss her on the bed too.

Then I lift up her short Supergirl skirt and bury my face between her soft supple legs.

Jeri: "Oh You BRUTE! You evil Villain! You... SEX LUTHOR! Don't you eat my pussy! OH NO! There! Right there! That's the sweet spot! GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST that feels... GREAT! So Great! I'm gonna... squirt in my skirt!" [with Super-Volume!] "OH GREAT! GREAT! GREAT! YESYESYES! GREATGREATGREAT! Oh! OH! GREAT! Oh! Oh! It's... a Crisis of Infinite Spurts! Mm. Whew! Wonder Woman! Help me! Cunnilingus is my Kryptonite! Heheh!"

Cassie: "Untongue my super-sidekick, Odinson!" [boffing and bonking my back and head with her fat tits which have fallen out of her wonderful Wonder Woman suit] "Biff! Bam! Pow! FIGHT CRIME! I order you to Cease and Desist, or I'll Lasso your Ass-o, you heroically handsome and humpable himbo! Turn and face my wrath, caped invader! FIGHT CRIME!"

I turn as requested and face my adversary, Wonder-Cassie! And I kiss her... hard!

Me: "Dost thou taste your friend's Kryptonian cunt, my amorous Amazonian! Lick it off mine lips, you husky heavily hootered heroine!"

Cassie: "Mmmm! Yum! What a fine mix! Asgardian saliva and Kryptonian quim! It's a flavor sensation! Oh, Thor, baby, you're summoning quite a storm... down there! I feel your power. It's like lightning struck my pussy! I'm liking that my heart rate is spiking, my striking Viking! Why don't you try to make some thunder, down under!"

I pull off her Star-Spangled shorts and give my Wonder Woman a tongue-lashing that she could write home to Themyscira about.

Cassie: "Oh! Avenger! Suffering Sappho! I've heard that you've got a magic hammer but no one told me about your supernatural slit licker! GREAT HERA! Hm! OH! My GOD! OH! My GOD! Oh My GOD OF THUNDER! Holy Muff-Diving, Bad-Man! Hmmmm! You ARE the strongest Avenger! Come help me, Supergirl! Hmm-Hmmm! Help me! Come! COME!"

Jeri: "Wrap your long legs 'round his carpet-munching head, Princess Diana, while I distract this dashing do-gooder by sucking his big hard man-hammer! Hmm! I can taste the mighty magic! Sucking on your valorous vulva has him leaking a potent portion of powerful pre-cum potion! Mmmm! And his thunder balls are also a sweet and meaty treat! Excelsior! "

Cassie: "I envy your mouth, dear delightful Kara! But alas! I can't hold out no longer! I am coming! Hmmm! Ahhhh! Hmmm! HMMM! YESSSS! Hm-mm-m-m!"

When her cries of ecstasy subside, I lift my head from her savory snatch and bind my beautiful brunette bitch's hands behind her back. And Supergirl's super-sucking has my hammer super-hard and super-ready for super-action.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #14

"We Are The Champions" - Queen (1977)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Bi-Frost Her Face, Ass-Guardian")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 11:15am

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Me: "Now, I command thee to tell the truth, my lustful lady, my big-chested champion, do you desire to be butt-fucked by a real Power-Man? Do you want a superhuman dick up your bouncy bubbly backside? Do you purposely misbehave, merely to enjoy being punished by your Master? Do you want me to bury my boner inside your behind?"

Cassie: "YES! We fought you knowing you'd defeat us, charming champion, and punish our evil deeds, and make us your own! Now that you've vanquished my powerful pussy with your Odinson-tongue, can you do the same to my Sexy Sidekick's Curvaceous Caboose? For I have told her of the anal pleasures I have received, and now she too craves your muscular manhood betwixt her buns! She would "Low-Key" like a pokey... up her butt-ski!"

I pull my cock out of Supergirl's sweet sapsucker and order her to fetch me a condom.

Jeri: [as she rolls a rubber onto my throbbing eight-incher] "Yes sir, Master Thor! But since I've tasted your penis' pre-cum, I crave a larger load! Fuck our tight little poop-shoots all you like, hero! But please, blast your love load on our faces! Mask us with your baby-gravy!"

Me: "Aha-ha! Never fear, Thor is HERE! Your pretty faces will soon be frosted with my mead. Assume the position, cheeky champion! Hike up your skirt! Wonder Woman! Lube Mjolnir!"

Cassie: [rolls a condom onto her finger] "Heehee! It's Ass-Clobberin' Time!" [lubes her finger, draws a big "X" onto Jeri's butt with it, then slides it in] "Heehee! "X" marks the spot!"

Me: "Good Lubing, Wonder Tits! Now, rub our Super-Tramp's clitoris while I invade her Fortress of Solitude! Brace for impact, Super-Fox! Ah! There! Now, your super-ass is mine!"

Jeri: "OK! Your hammer is So Big so please be gentle! Wonder Woman, you play with my clit so well! Such strong skilled fingers! Oh! Please, fuck my rear-end slowly, Thunder God! Make it last! Hnnnn! You're so deep in there! Deeper than anyone has ever gone before! Your dick is... more POWERFUL than a locomotive! It's like... having a tall building... UP MY ASS! Fuck me Faster! Like a speeding BULLET! Oh! BIG DICK! Your BIG DICK! LOVE! Your DICK! DICK! DICKDICKDICK! Ahh! Ah! Ahh! DICK DICK DICK!!!! Ohhhh... leapin' lizards..."

Cassie: "I envy your broken in buttocks, my sultry Super-Slut! Thunder God? Now that you have vanquished my teammates powerful pussy and have thrust deeply betwixt her comely cock-sucking lovely lips, and have perforated her perfectly proportioned poop-shoot, my dear dirty Odinson, can you do the same to... MY AMAZING AMAZONIAN ASSHOLE!??!"

Me: "I shall, my fine feminist fuck-doll! Supergirl, you're now also Lubergirl, Champion of Chubbies! Aha-ha! Get your ass-master a fresh Trojan! Now, let us see what wonders this woman's bottom can bestow!"

Jeri: [snaps on a latex glove and removes the dirty condom from my hard shaft] "Heheh! With pleasure, treasure! Prepare yourself, Wonder-Wench! Having this thick thunderstick up your wonder-butt will be like getting Fucked By Lightning! Heheh!"

Me: [Jeri rolls the new rubber onto my throbbing rod] "Are you ready for radical rump-wrangling, voluptuous vixen? Good! My cock doth crave the tightness of your turd-cutter!"

Jeri: [lubes my dick, then sticks her lubed, gloved finger in and out of Cassie's tight asshole for extra smooth gliding] "Fuck her round rump like this, Avenger! Make her ass tremble! But remember, I want your love liquid! Give ME your Super-Soldier Semen Serum! I'll put my face right here," [rests her head against the small of Cassie's back, facing me] "ready to receive your generous gift of boiling hot, fresh brewed spunk! And I'll watch the sexy ass-fuck action close-up! Heheh!"

Cassie: "Enough talk, you two! Start FUCKING! OH! There it is! Slowly, my man! I want to savor the feeling, enjoy every inch as it pleasantly pierces my receptive rectum! Mm. Oh. Big Big Dick! Cassie likey! OH! Mmm! Butt FUCK ME! Smack it while you fuck it! Harder! Hm! Deeper! Rub my clit, Super-Friend! YES! Right there! Fuck! My! Ass! Mm-hm! Ride it, cowboy! You vicious Viking! I'm tearing up while you tear my ass up! Here... I COME! Mmm!"

Jeri: [as she rubs Cassie's slash with her ungloved hand and kisses her perfectly round ass cheeks] "Good Wonder-Bitch! Come hard for us! Cream all over my fingers, you coming crybaby! Now, lick them! Lick them clean, Wonder-Whore! Yeah, you like that don't you, you big-titted Wonder-Witch! You pervy Princess! You like your tasty pussy, naughty girl!"

Cassie: "Hmmm! Mmmm! Yes! Mmmm! I like it! Mmm! Oh! I think our randy Roman-Viking is close! I feel his cockhead swelling! Throbbing! Ohhh! Hmmm-mmm! Get ready to super-swallow a heaping hot load of lava, lucky lady!"

Cassie was right, so I slide my boner out of my wife's backside, and Jeri pulls off the rubber with her gloved hand. Then Cassie grabs my dick and starts pumping, while Jeri opens her mouth wide a few inches from the tip of my pre-cum oozing penis.

Jeri: "Let's jerk our champion together, Wonder-Cunt! And when he blows jizz all over my face, I want you to lick me clean! Let's make this a REAL Team-Up! I love hot cum on my face! It's like moisturizer! Give it to me, stud! DIRTY ME! Now!"

Cassie: "Oh, he'll shoot his ropes all over you, Super-Babe! Our Ass-Guardian will Bi-Frost your pretty face! I'm a swallower, personally. I like how it feels when he unloads down my throat! But I also love licking it up, so I'll clean your sweet cheeks! OH! It's coming! I can feel his penis PULSING! Throbbing in my hand! Heehee! There he blows! YAY! Look at that cum! Like a firehose! Oh Rand! Oh Jeri, baby! Yeah! Woohoo! NICE! It's like frosting an angel-food cake! Ooooh! Sweet! Now, hold still cum-face! Lemme give it a lick. Mmm! Nice. So tasty... facials are more fun when it's someone else getting messy! Heehee!"

As I watch, panting and moaning, Cassie licks Jeri's cum-splattered face. Slowly, carefully at first, but then wildly and lustily. In a few seconds, both girls' smiling faces are sticky with my gooey gonad gravy.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #15

"Number One" - The Rutles (1978)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "IP4U2")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 11:45am

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Jeri: "Now... SPANK US!"

Me: "Aha-ha! What? Why?"

Cassie: "Cause new wife Jeri wants everything that, uh, "somewhat less new" wife Cassie has had! Spankings, blowjobs, butt-fucks, tit-fucks, dress-up cosplay adventures, pee showers, and... a little baby inside her! Heehee! Right, Cherubimboo?"

Jeri: [her face still dirty with cum] "Well, yeah! I want it all! From both of you! I love you both so much! And... I want a baby. Not right now, but real soon. Like, I want Cassie to have all the attention she deserves when Rand Junior arrives. Then maybe a few months later, could we have little Randy's baby sister, or brother, pop out of here?" [points to her pristine, hairless vag] "Wouldn't that be fun? I mean, if you guys are into it...?"

Cassie: "Hell YES, we're into it! Just imagine our big house, filled with baby laughter and lovemaking and music and noisy playful little rugrats! It'll be like HEAVEN!"

Me: "I'm into it! But I think we should practice baby-making. A lot. Lots of test fornicating!"

Jeri: "OK! Spank first, screw later! Redden our ass cheeks, Master! Then cool them off with your hot piss! Like you did to Cassie!" [pats her sweet round rump] "After all, I'm your wife now and I've sucked George's dick too! And I've done a lot of other BAD THINGS! Punish me, Master! Punish me like I deserve to be punished!"

So, I shrug and I take my cum-covered new bride over my knee and wallop her backside. Not too hard, but hard enough to make her squeal.

Jeri: "Faster, Master! OWWW! I'm sorry! Oww! I won't do it again, Master! Ow! Ow! OK! Now rub me, hubby. Now Pinch IT! PINCH! Heheh! Owwww! Not so hard though! Heheh!".

Then my not-as-new bride, Cassie, gets her spanking... "Oooh! Oh! I'm a BAD GIRL too! Oh! I'm a cum-loving slut! Master, I'm YOUR VERY BAD GIRL! Heehee! OWWW! Hey! Gently!".

I am a lucky fucking guy.

Me: [giving Cassie's bright red ass another light smack] "OK! Hit the showers, you two! I need to make Number One! On your FACES."

Then my red-assed cuties, with their semen-encrusted faces, climb into our shower stall and kneel before the Thunder God's rod.

Jeri: "OK! I'm so excited! I've never been peed on before! Not even by a girl!"

Cassie: "Well, Hey! Should I pee on you too? For screwing my man? Then you could pee on me next time. For sucking off George."

Jeri: "OK! Sounds like a plan! But let's have Rand go tinkles first. Don't want to have to divide my attention between two streams."

Cassie: "Makes sense... Now, Thunder Rand, summon the storm! Commence pissing!"

I take a swig of the vodka and then I let loose. I spray Jeri's happy face. I blast away some of the dried jizz that clings to her cheeks. Pee bounces off her and rolls down her torso. She lets it flow in and out of her mouth, while Cassie holds her face and chimes "Your in! Your out! Your in! Your out!". When the sparkling golden stream of urine subsides, Jeri announces "Whoo! That was fun! Your turn, Wonder Wife!". Then giggling Cassie straddles Jeri's body and tinkles on her. "OH! Pregno-pee is even hotter! Wash my hair with it! Heheh!" Jeri says.

Fuck. I really wasn't that into this peeing this, but watching Wife #1 drench Wife #2, was incredibly erotic. And they were having fun being weirdos together.

When Cassie's bladder was drained, Jeri stood up and kissed her.

Jeri: "Taste the pee? Hm? Yours and Master's? Heheh! Suck my tits, Dollface! That feels good! Mm. I really want to watch some porn with you guys! Let's shower off, then watch porn, and then... do mutual masturbation! OK? Hot!"

Cassie: "OK! Let's use dildoes! I can get that ten-incher all the way in! I'll show you!"

Jeri: "Really? Good to know! I would love to strap it on and fuck you with it! And Rand can have your mouth! You know, spit roasting! Then you guys could do me. But not with a ten-inch. Rather not have a bruised cervix! Rand's got the perfect length. And girth. Heheh!"

The girls soap up and shower the jizz and pee off of themselves, then towel off. I get in the stall and the girls soap me and kiss me and coo and purr while I get cleaned. Then they towel me off and help me into my robe, like I'm a KING.

I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THIS. I love my life. But the thought keeps criss-crossing my mind, annoyingly... this would never have happened if it weren't for that stupid bastard George.

So, just like I owe Ex (Xaviar), I owe George too, I guess. Kind of.

Cassie sets up the camcorder/tv connection, and we all recline on the bed; me in my soft robe and the two ladies, bare-naked, except for the towels wrapped around their heads. We watch (but we have to fast-forward through a lot of it or it would take hours to get through).

As the two sex fiends on the screen get it on, Cassie and Jeri play with their pussies. I stroke my dick, edging myself, getting ready for another fuckfest. But watching this again is harder than I thought it would be. It's gut-wrenching. Infuriating. I wish I had recorded Jeri and me, so I could make Cassie watch that. But... she wouldn't get mad, would she? She might get jealous, but it would just fuel her libido. I need to be more like Cassie.

So I try to relax and let it make me horny. It seems like Jeri senses my distress and she distracts me with a kiss, a caress, a nibble on my ear. Cassie too, reaches over and strokes my dick and sucks it after we see each orgasm she coaxes out of George on the screen. Just to reassure me that she's still mine; she's my woman, my bi-wife, my sex slave.

After the last scene (where I show up unexpectedly), we're all revved up, and I feel ready to fuck my lovelies again. It's remarkable how having two beautiful naked women in bed with you, who are eager to please; ready, willing and able to get it on, down to fuck and suck, will put both your testicles into maximum overdrive and turbo-charge your penis, even when you're rewatching the most heartbreaking experience of your life.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #16

"The Purple People Eater" - Sheb Wooley (1958)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Breathing Her Name With A Sigh")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 12:40pm

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But instead of making love to my darlings again, I let the girls edge me a bit further, rubbing their tits all over me, kissing every bit of my body. It's getting close to the time when we'll meet George for dinner, so I didn't want to get sweaty again, or to make a sex mess.

Time enough for that later. Or so I thought.

As they tease me, Jeri's expresses how impressed she is by Cassie's deep throat skills; how on the video, she got all George's ten inches inside her, completely down her throat.

Jeri: [wearing just a silk purple kimono now] "Cassie, you were amazing! Better than Linda Lovelace! Teach Me! PLEASE! I want to be able to get Master's dick all the in. If you teach me, I'll eat your pussy till you see fireworks! PROMISE!"

Cassie: "I'm gonna hold you to that, Boo! I'll ride your face like a bucking bronco on a mechanical bull. So, here we go. Relax your throat. Let it slide on in." [Cassie gets half my dick in her mouth before retracting] "Then, you have to want it real bad. Pretend you're a starving snake and his dick is a big fat delicious weasel you want to eat. Here. Watch."

Cassie wraps her lips around the head of my pulsing penis and goes down, down, down, until she hits bottom. Jeri lets out a sexy little gasp as her eyes go wide and her nipples harden through her shimmering robe. She's enjoying this just as much as Cassie and I are.

Cassie: [pulls her head off the big fat weasel] "See? Now you! There you go. Almost. Yep. Eat that dick. A little more! Nice! You're getting there... oooh, girl, that's hot; so good!"

Jeri: [removes my member from her adorable opening] "Oh, it's just too big! Rand, baby, I want to do it, but your meat stick is just TOO BIG!"

Me: "That was great, babe! Try again, Angelface." [I brush her hair away from her face] "You were pretty far down! Just a few more inches and you'll have the hole enchilada in you."

Cassie: "Yeah, that was really close! Don't worry, Angelface, I know you'll get it. You're a natural born cocksucker, just like me! You've got cock-sucking lips. Beautiful full lips made for eating Master's dick. Go again!"

Jeri: "OK! Good to know. OK! Again. Hold my hair back, please. And... Mmm Hmmmph. Mmmph. Rrrrrmuh. Glmmm, glmmm, GLMMMM! Um! UMMM! UHM!"

Cassie: "YOU GOT IT! OH MY STARS AND GARTERS! You got it! You fucking tawdry, porny little SLUT-FACE! Keep it in! Hold it! I want to take a picture! Heehee!"

Jeri: [eyes toward Cassie's camera] "Mmmnn! Mmm-mnnn! Unnmm! Ahhh! Aha! Ahahaha! OK! HOLY SHIT! I did it! I really did it! So cool! Thanks, you guys! Deep Throat is FUN!"

She goes back down for more. It feels so good! I make eye contact with Cassie. She's smiling ear to ear and touching her clit and snapping photos while she watches. Cassie mouths "I LOVE YOU" and I do the same. I feel that old pressure building. I feel Jeri's lips reach the base of my shaft again. I feel her chin pressing against my scrotum. I feel her nose touching the skin above my penis. I feel her long blonde hair tickling my legs. I rub her back, feeling the silk of her purple kimono. I moan "Oh Jeri. Babe, That's it, I'm close, babe, Yeah, oh yeah!". Her only reply is "mm-hm!". I reach around and hold her splendid breast in my hand. I feel the nipple harden against my palm through the soft fabric of her kimono.

Me: "Uh Uh Uh!"

I come a bucket into her warm wet mouth. And she swallows it all. Every last drop.

She slowly lets loose of my dick, kisses it a few times, licks around the swollen head, gently sucks each testicle, then snuggles up against me. I pull her face to mine and kiss her. I tell her that she's amazing. I tell her that I'm proud of her. I tell her that I love her.

I tell her that Master is pleased. And that she's my Deep Purple Penis Eater.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #17

"Big Girls Don't Cry" - The Four Seasons (1962)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Love Is A Battlefield")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 1:05pm

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And I see that she's crying.

Me: "Did you come? Do your eyes tear too?"

Jeri: "Oh yeah, I came. Twice! But these are tears of joy. I honestly have never been this happy in my life. I love you; both of you. Hey... where'd Cassie go?"

Cassie: "Here I am! Say hello to our little friend!"

Naked Cassie has her "Jörmungandr the Serpent" dildo strapped onto her crotch! She strokes it menacingly, like Dr. Evil stroking his hairless cat.

Cassie: "I got so turned on watching you deep throat our hubby's chubby, I just have to get in on the action! It's Jeri-Fucking time!"

Jeri: [wiping the tears from her face] "Oh NO! Oh Lordy! With that? Oh my! Wait a sec! No No No No NO!" [making an "X" with her fingers]

Cassie: "Aw! Baby! You crying? Come to Mama Cass! I got something to cheer you up. Hold her down, hubs! I wanna stretch her pussy with my new lady-thriller! After seeing our slut slurp down your soupy semen, I NEED TO FUCK HER! It's Monday! Monday is my day, so what Cassie wants, Cassie gets! And Cassie wants to SMASH! So spread 'em, toots! I'll be gentle, if you submit! Heehee!"

Jeri: [giggles] "No! Way! Master, please!" [I kiss her, tell her it'll be OK; she squirms and covers her pussy with her hand] "I don't like that thing! Gimme your dick! Gimme Mjolnir!"

Cassie: "You sucked all the magic out of poor Mjolnir! Look at him! He's droopy! So dry your tears, missy. You've fucked George, right? This big boy is the same as him. Ten full inches of hardy hardness. I had it all up inside my hole; and if I can do it, so can you, my naughty sister-wife! You get everything I've had, right? You're a BAD GIRL too, right? So spread the slippery lips of her scepter-receptor, Master, and let's make this Jeze-Rebel Yell!"

Wow. Cassie's really determined to punish poor little Jeri! OK, I guess as long as Jeri's laughing, it means she's having fun (I'll invoke my "Master" status if it looks like she's not enjoying this). I pull Jeri's hand away from her pussy and spread her labia lips. Jörmungandr is all lubed and ready. And as the head of the dildo touches her hole, Jeri lets out a squeal!

Jeri: "OK! Easy though! I never let George put his python more than halfway into my little whore-whole! Oh! How far is it, you fucking fuckers? How deep? Only six inches? OK! Let me give your big fucking tits a hard SQUEEZE and then push some more! Heheh! Too hard? Then remember to be gentle! OK! Push a little more... STOP! OK! Now more! Rand, kiss me! Mm! I wanna BITE YOU, sexy boy! Now, let me suck your finger! Mm! OK! How deep now? Eight? Shit! Rand's eight, right? Just wait, wait! I can do it but wait! Oh MAN! Dammit!"

Jeri's voice is so sexy, sultry, innocent yet seductive, even when she's mad. Her fingernails are digging into my arm and Cassie's shoulder, and beads of sweat are forming on her brow. I rub her clit and spread her pussy lips more, so Cassie's big strap-on can glide in smoothly. Cassie's working up a sweat, and I'm feeling hot too. And Mjolnir is hard again!

I think we'll all need to take another shower after this.

Cassie: "Oh Jeri! This is so cool! I've never fucked another girl before! What a power-trip! I like FUCKING YOU! I like being the boy! And I get to be the one to give you more cock than you've ever had before! What an honor! You're the best wife ever!"

Jeri: "OK Cass! You're SO BIG! I wanna fuck you too, Bad Girl! OK! Dirty big-dicked bitch! YOU CUNT!" [Cassie thrusts it in a little further] "OH! Gonna fuck YOU! With a... BIG ONE! OK! A! BIG! ONE!" [and again, and again, and now it's in all the way] "BIG-ONE! BIG-ONE! BIG-ONE! Holee SHIT-T-T! BIGBIGBIG! ONE! OOOH! OH! OH! Ohhhh..."

Cassie is humping Jeri, gently, with the full length of Jörmungandr stuffed inside her.

Jeri: "OK! OK! I admit it... I like it, but Please! Unfuck me now! I wanna eat your wet hole! Ohhhh! UH! Wow! Thanks! That was intense. Heheh! My vagina feels empty now. NO! Do not put it back in! Once was enough, my hung girlie-stud!"

Me: "That was some show! But I gotta hose off now. We have to meet George soon."

Jeri: "OK, honey, don't worry. You wash up while I munch some Cassie carpet."

Cassie: [as Jeri buries her face in Cassie's cunt] "And please don't use up all the hot water, handsome! OH! YES! YES! Hmmmm! EAT ME! Mmmmm! MMM!"

Rinse. Lather. Repeat. Dry. Dress.

Then I remember... I have to call Ex.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #18

"England Swings" - Roger Miller (1965)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Ex Communication")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 1:55pm

Ex: "Rand? Hey buddy! Hello from England! How's it Hanging? Ha! Ha!"

We do the usual bullshit... What've you been up to? Blah Blah Blah, Yadda Yadda Yadda.

Me: "Listen, I'm really excited that you're moving into our area! Rhonda told me all about it. You know, we work together, right? So, Cassie and I rent this little house here; we call it the Sugar Shack. Yeah, like that song. Anyway, we're probably moving, just next door actually and I thought I'd tell you about it, just in case you don't find anything better, and believe me, you will! Aha-ha! It's kinda small; rundown. Hardly any space. Tiny closets. We've been trying to get out of here since we moved in. The plumbing sucks. Awful lighting. I'm sure Rhonda and Dian will hate the place as much as Cassie does. What? She did? Oh."

Ex: "Yeah! She drove by and sent us pictures of the outside. And she's texting back and forth with the landlord right now. Looks like it's a done deal! We're gonna be neighbors! For a while, anyway. Man, I can't thank you enough! Or maybe I can... Dian says Hi! Ha! Ha! So, it'll be me, Rhonda, Dian and her... companion. Aimee."

Her... Companion? Aimee? Who the fuck is Aimee?

Me: "Four people? Wow. You know there's only one shower, right? Aha-ha!"

Ex: "That's OK! I got a rich buddy next door with a bunch of 'em. Ha! Ha! I'll send Di over to your place; she'll let you watch to! She's doing OnlyFans now. Ha! Ha!"

Me: "So I hear! Rhonda... mentioned it. Pretty wild."

Ex: "Yeah, we're trying to pay down our debt with that shit. She's makes money... slowly."

Me: "Really! That's amazing." [brain is storming; synapse are sparking] "Maybe she can show my wives! I mean, my wife. Cassie." [change the subject! change the subject!] "So... who's Aimee? Dian's companion? Like a business partner or something?"

Ex: "Nah! They're lovers. Me, Dian and Aimee are a... throuple. Kinda. Aimee's gay. Straight up gay, to coin an oxymoron. See, we both love Dian. Dian's the star we orbit. Aimee's a good kid; super-cute, but not into guys. Here. I'll send you a pic of them. In London."

My phone dings; I got his text. I put Ex on speakerphone and look at the picture. Fuck. Green-Eyed Dian's as gorgeous as she was ten years ago. And Aimee is ADORABLE! A Goddess! A young busty brunette beautiful piece of ass. With the most lovely deep blue eyes. And a wide toothy white smile. Long flowing hair. Glowing skin. And Freckles!

Me: "Holy Shit. You weren't kidding. She's so pretty. And Dian looks great too."

Ex: "So, look, you know me, and what I'm into. And I know what you're into. We've seen each other... "in action", so to speak. Look, man, I don't want to offend you, and feel free to tell me to go jump in a lake if you want, but... are you and Cassie "open" by any chance? Rhonda told me about her; how attractive she is. Would you two like to, possibly, consider... swinging with us? Ha! Ha! We're both clean. The last time we strayed outside the throuple was about a month ago. In London. With the twins. Remember them? Ha! Ha!"

Me: "Fuck! No way! The twins? In London? Really? And... Dian too? She's Bi?"

Ex: "Yep. Like Rhonda... oh shit. Oh shit. Forget I said that!"

Me: "It's OK! I know. But yeah, let's keep this conversation ENTIRELY between you and me. So, Ex, Cassie and I... we're in a throuple too. With a gorgeous friend of hers; Jeri. And she'll be moving in with us too. So, I don't know, dude. It's an interesting proposition, but this is all new for us, you know? We're still figuring things out."

Ex: "Oh Man! That's terrific! I knew you were still in the game, even when Rhonda told me you were reformed! Good for you. You old dog! Hey, another question... are you and Rhonda seeing each other again? Cause if you are, I gotta tell you something..."

Me: "Fuck! How'd you know? Did she tell you about us?"

Ex: "No! Never. I... saw you, a long time ago. In her pool."

Me: "What the FUCK? In her pool? That was like ten years ago..."

Ex: "Yeah. Sorry. I was there looking for Karin. I went around back and saw you two together. I've never told anyone. Not even Dian. Or Rhonda. Or you, until now. I was too ashamed, I guess. For peeping. But I got a total case of the hots for Rhonda! And her big tits! Ha! Ha! I guess I should tell you something else too, just between us; sometimes Rhonda, Dian and I... we get it on. But the girls don't do each other! No incest. Just with me. I fuck them both."

Oh boy. So that's what Rhonda meant when she said she was going to hook up with Dian's "friend". Kinky! I let Ex tell me more and more about how his relationship with Rhonda evolved. And his many liaisons with other women. And Dian's OnlyFans. And Dian's relationships with other men (It's Oral Only! Cause Oral Isn't Cheating!). And how he loves letting her loose, then reeling her back in.

I thank him for sharing this intimate information with me and promise to consider his "swinging" offer (if all parties are in agreement, and there's mutual attraction, of course).

We agree to talk more another time.

And I think. While Cassie gets ready for dinner, where George will hopefully fulfil his part of the deal and offer us his McMansion... I think. I mull. I deliberate.

Most of our problems revolve around one things... MONEY.

Sure, our addiction (if you can call it that) to SEX is a problem too; but it's a much more fun problem. Aha-ha. And money would probably lessen our difficulties, as rich people (like Sheena's guy, Rich Asshole, and Rhonda's entire family) don't really seem to adhere to the same moral and matrimonial criteria as us poor folk. Seems nobody minds a rich pervert.

Just out of curiosity, I decide to use the login information I "found" in George's notebook, and check his bank balance. And I discover that he's got over eighty thousand dollars sitting in his savings account, and another fifty thou in a checking account!

And I review some of the documents I clipped from his condo. Jeri was right. There's sixteen million dollars sitting in a trust fund with George's name on it.

So, if I had gone home last night after meeting Rhonda, or if I had walked away when he didn't answer the door, George would, quite possibly, be... gone. And Cassie, Jeri and I would be handsomely rich. We would inherit all his aunt's millions.

And we'd live together, happily ever after. Or we'd live... "not together", pursuing happiness at various exotic locales. But I would have custody of my kid, of course. Aha-ha!

And of course, we'd probably all be racked with guilt for the rest of our lives, but tons of cash buys tons of therapy, am I right?

And George... is tired. Of all of this; of Life. He wanted US to have that money!

And really, what can be done to help a person like George? A person who is so... damaged.

I make an impulsive decision. A brash and masterful, High-Level, Upper Management, Executive Decision. A crazy and reckless decision that will change everything.

And I take full responsibility for the consequences, whatever they may be.

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #19

"Long Cool Woman (In A Black Dress)" - The Hollies (1971)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "A Hick Tease, Bi Cassie")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 4:05pm

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Soon, we're at George's front door (soon to be our front door, I guess). I look over at Cassie. Beautiful, wonderful, vivacious, curvaceous Cassie. My Nympho-Brainiac. It's raining a bit, so she's wearing her raincoat. She's fidgeting. And breathing hard.

Cassie: "You sure about this, sweet prince? Not too late to back out. I'd understand."

Me: "I'm sure. You nervous? About seeing him again?" [I put my hand on her back]

Cassie: "Yes. Very. Aren't you?"

I nod. Then ring the bell. Nothing. So, I knock; loudly. George answers. Seeing his face, seeing Cassie hug him "hello" and kiss his cheek, it all angered me more than I expected. All I could think was "This guy shot his load into my wife's mouth, four times. And now I'm going to break bread with him. But I just want to break his nose. And jaw. And ribs. And legs. And... Well, you get the picture. But I'll have my revenge soon enough.

We exchange greetings. He apologizes; the bell is "out of order". I notice a bouquet of flowers and that bottle of champagne he offered Cassie Friday morning sitting in an ice bucket on the coffee table. I want to smash it over his fat hick head, right there and then.

But, first things first; I need a few minutes. To prep.

Me: "Hey, George. I need to use your bathroom. Be right back."

I head down the hall, towards the bathroom. But I continue past, to George's Toy Room. I fish a pair of vinyl gloves out of my pocket, snap them on and enter the passcode ("34GG" in honor of Cassie's bold, beautiful bra size). I take a quick look around. I'm startled for a second by the life-size cardboard Power Girl cut out. She's wearing X-Ray specs now! Aha-ha! Cute. Very Funny. Did Cassie do that? Or Jeri maybe? I admire her big bust; I might have Cassie don her blonde wig and be her for me this Thursday. Then I log into the surveillance system PC. I open the app and watch and listen to what transpires between Cassie and George while I'm out of the room, and out of earshot (thanks to Jeri turning the cameras on for me earlier). And I'm quite surprised at what I see.

Cassie: "GEORGIE! Alone at last..." [throws her arms around his neck] "Kiss me, you fool!"

George: "Hey! Cassie, Please! Don't! Stop!!! Rand...! He'll hear... hey!"

Cassie: "Heehee! "Please Don't Stop"? Heehee! Have you been a good boy, Georgie? Did you obey Mistress Cassie, hmmm? I told you not to jerk it. Did you listen?"

George: "What? Uh yeah... uh, Cassie, what we did was... it was very wrong, I mean, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have... can we please just forget it ever happened? OK?"

Cassie: "Wrong? NO! Loving is never wrong! Like the song... If Loving You Is Wrong, I Don't Wanna Be Right. Come on! I wanna earn that fifth year. Take it out! I'll make you come in five seconds!" [unbuttons her raincoat] "You like my little black dress? I wore it for you! And I have a present..." [wriggles her panties off] "My panties! For you to sniff! Remember I said I'd give them to you? Here! Nice and fresh." [holds her lacy panties up to George's nose] "Go on, sniff 'em! Inhale! Deeper! And look." [pulls top of her dress down, lets loose her fun bags] "No bra! Nibble my nipples! Honk my knockers! Take it out! NOW! I wanna feel that firmness! Hold your hardness! I love your cock and I'm hungry for hot stuff, Mr. Hot Stuff!"

George: "Cassie stop! Rand'll KILL ME...! Cover up!" [stuffs the panties into his pocket]

My blood boils. My heart breaks. Tears well up in my eyes. I told her to distract him; KEEP HIM OCCUPIED! She went a tad overboard in that department. But we have a plan, and I'm sticking to it, no matter what. There's a problem. And risky as it is, there's a simple solution.

I shut off the living room camera; when I originally told Jeri to turn it on, I thought we were just going to see and hear George offer us the house. But things have changed and I DO NOT want anyone to ever see what happens next. I signoff the PC, exit the safe room and make a show of using the bathroom; run the sink, flush the toilet. And as I stew and simmer some more, Ex texts me a selfie captioned "Di, Aim and Ex. Looking forward to being your new neighbors". They're at a beach and "Di" and "Aim" are both wearing the sexiest, skimpiest fucking bikinis I've ever seen. Ex is standing next to them, his face partially obscured by Dian's windblown hair. But he's smiling proudly, with Ray-Ban sunglasses on.

I rub my dick while looking at the two women. Porn calms me down. And this shit is... almost porn. Now, I have to send him something too, right? Or I'll owe him again.

I quickly skim my photo album. I choose one of the sexy photos that Jeri texted me during our "flirtation" phase, and the Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny Yellow Bikini gif of my slut Cassie. I caption it "My Wives". There. Sent. That should melt his brain and harden his cock! Aha-ha!

He replies almost immediately... [fire emoji, heart emoji] "More! More!" [laughing emoji]

Later, buddy. I got things to do. Then just out of curiosity, I peek into the medicine cabinet. I see, among other items, a package of hair dye (his aunt's?), next to a travel size tube of Aim toothpaste, next to a bottle of Excedrin. Huh. Dye, Aim, Ex(cedrin). Weird coincidence. Aha-ha! I take off my gloves and go back to the living room, just in time to catch a glimpse of panicked George pulling away from Cassie's embrace. And she turns her back to me. And it looks like she's buttoning up her raincoat and pushing her titties back into her tight dress.

Cassie: "Rand! You're back! So soon, I mean... I mean... Rand's HERE!".

Me: "What the hell is going?" [letting my anger show]

Cassie: "Nothing's going on! I was just telling George that I LOVE... this house! And look! He got us flowers! And champagne, and non-alcoholic sparkling cider (for me, cause I'm preggers!) so we could all toast the baby! So, let's toast!"

George pours some cider and we toast the baby. Then I grab a bottle from George's well-stocked bar; Bluebird Distilling's "X", an expensive 10-Year Bourbon Whiskey. I pour myself a shot; for courage. I'm gonna need it. I've never done anything this... insane before.

Cassie: "C'mere, Rand. Sit here on the couch. See the nice spread George laid out for us? And he just told me something very interesting. Tell Rand, George!"

George: [sits on the couch across from us] "Oh. Uh, I actually have to move, like real soon. I'm going back to my parents' condo, so I need to rent the place. And, I thought maybe you might like living here, since you're... starting a family; you might need more space. And your rent would be the same as what you're paying for the Sugar Shack. I don't think I can handle being a real landlord, so I thought, well, I can trust you guys, cause we're, you know, such good friends. And you're always nice to me. And we're like... we're family... so..."

George is tearing up. He's fucking crying!

Me: "Dude. What the fuck. Are you for real with this shit?" [I lean forward on the couch]

George: "I... I just want you two to be... happy! Please take it! Please..."

Me: "George! That would be... amazing! But are you sure?" [I notice Cassie, who's sitting to my right and slightly behind me, slowly uncross her bare legs and briefly spread them to give George a pantyless beaver shot, a la Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct; just much sluttier]

George: "Oh my... I'm sure! We can do a four..." [I see from the corner of my eye, Cassie making a blowjob motion with her hand, moving her tongue in and out of her cheek] "I mean, a five-year lease! And my minivan! And the furniture. I don't, uh, need it. Anymore."

Me: "Well, that deal is too good to pass up, right, Babe? So... lemme ask. Would utilities be included in the rent? It must be really expensive to heat and cool this big place."

I see in my peripheral vision, Cassie quickly pop her left tit out of her dress and squeeze it.

George: "Ohh. Yeah, Okay. OK. OK. Yeah. Utilities... included."

Me: "And what about this well-stocked bar over there? You leaving that too? And I hate to ask, but would you continue to pay for the landscaper and pool guy?"

Cassie: "And a maid! "Everybody ought to have a maid"... Heehee! Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum! Remember that one? Heehee." [winking salaciously at George]

George: "... Um. Yes? Ok. Sure. I guess."

Cassie: "And... now that we'll have the space, maybe a big fish tank!" [jumps up, bends over slightly so her little black dress hikes up, exposing her perfect pink ass cheeks] "Over there! A GIGANTIC one, with lots of fish! And one of those REALLY long fat eels!" [winks at George again and holds her hands about ten inches apart] "A big thick one!" [positions her hands in front of her crotch like she's wrangling an "eel"] "I LOVE those! And... we'll need someone skilled to service it. When the tank needs... Emptying!" [pumps the imaginary eel]

George: "Big... uh? Fish? Uh." [long pause, bewildered stare, shrug] "Alright."

Cassie: [jumps up and down, her humongous chest bouncing] "Yay for George! Thank You Thank You Thank You! Mwaahh!" [kisses him like Bugs Bunny kisses Elmer Fudd]

[nonchalantly] "Oh. Hi Jeri."

My fine little piece of ass Jeri enters the room, surprising poor dunce George.

Jeri: "Hi Cass! Hi Rand!" [kisses me passionately] "George." [slight nod to George] "C'mere Babe!" [kisses Cassie passionately] "Heheh! OK! Look at George! He looks like his head's gonna explode! Cassie's Bi now, Babyface. She's VERY Bi! Heheh."

Cassie: "Yeah, George! I'm so Bi now! Like, I said Hello to being a Good Bi! I'm, like, a not-so-innocent Bi-Stander! And Rand gave me a coronary Bi-Pass!" [patting her heart]

George: "Oh!" [looking over at me] "Ok."

Me: "Yeah, George. There've been a lot of new developments this weekend."

Jeri: [sits on my lap, holds out her finger with the small gold ring on it] "We Got Married!"

George: "You... What? You... You got..."

Jeri, Cassie, Me: [in unison] "MARRIED!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #20

"Baby Face" - Wing and a Prayer Fife and Drum Corps (1976)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "The Newlywed Dating Price Is Right Jeopardy Game!")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 4:40pm

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Cassie: "That's right, George! We're a family now! Aww, sweet! Look at him! He's confused. You look so sweet when you're confused, George. Has anyone ever told you that you have the cutest little baby face? Babyface, Babyface! My poor heart is jumping; you sure have started something! Heehee! Can I sit on your lap too, Babyface?"

George is the most vivid shade of red I've ever seen on a person. He tries to get up, escape, but Cassie plops down on him before he can. He's flabbergasted; completely flummoxed.

And I feel intense jealousy, once again. I don't know about this. My heart's pounding. I feel like I'm in a tunnel. Like I'm dissociating; losing my grip on reality.

Maybe booze will help... I pour myself another drink and down it.

Cassie: "George, my little babyface, you're being so generous to us! What can we do for you? I know! Rand, new wife Jeri, George likes big boobs. Like mine! Jeri, you told me so. Can I show him my knockers? I think he deserves a look-see. For fun! As a reward!"

Me: "Huh. Well... yeah OK, I guess. I mean, he's seen you in a bathing suit, and that's practically naked. And given the weekend we've had with Jeri, and the boundaries we've crossed, I think it's only fair that our new landlord, the "Godfather" here, gets a little thrill! George, do you wanna see the biggest fucking tits in town? Do you wanna see a killer fucking rack? Of course you do!" [walking over to them] "Then, here; check out these massive melons!" [I'm about to pull down the top of Cassie's little black dress]

Jeri: "STOP RIGHT THERE, HUBBY! I say... we make him work for it! Heheh."

Cassie: "Oh Yes! FUN! A GAME! Monday Night Game Night!"

George: "Guys...! Uh, Rand... I don't think..."

Jeri: "George! You are NOT going to insult my wife by suggesting that her jugs are not worth seeing, are you? I would hope not! Monday is and always will be CASSIE'S NIGHT in this family, so if she wants to show her hefty hooters, then she gets to show her hefty hooters!"

Me: "Ditto. George, shut up and pour me another bourbon. Then... we'll play... the game."

The ladies grab Jeri's bag and go into the first-floor In-Law's Suite to prepare for the "game".

Me: "So, George... you're gonna get that doorbell fixed before we move in, right? Good."

I down the bourbon and pour myself another. I stare blankly at the big black "X" on the bottle. My head's getting a little fuzzy from all the booze. "Spanish Flea" by Herb Alpert and The Tijuana Brass (AKA. the theme to "The Dating Game") starts playing. And Jeri returns, dressed in a "sexy tuxedo"; tight black and white top, mini-skirt, bowtie.

Jeri: "OK! Cassie Dollface! Come on OUT! It's time to play... the Newlywed Dating Price Is Right Jeopardy game!"

Cassie walks in wearing only three large red paper hearts. One covering each boob and one over her buttocks. And there's a circle with a line through it over her... hoohah.

Silence. We all look at George, who is looking at the ground.

Me: "George! Don't be rude! The girls want to play. So let's play."

George: "Uhhh. Rand... I... think... I should go."

Jeri: "OK! George! Cassie's trying to have a fun Game Night! Don't be a flatliner!"

So, George sits quietly, like a good little bitch. And I can't help but laugh at his expression.

I'm less amused at how Cassie looks lustily at her former affair partner. She likes danger sex; likes being "naughty". She'd be creaming in her jeans, if she was wearing any.

Jeri: "Now, Babyface; the rules of the game are simple; I'll ask how much the Newlyweds, Cassie, Rand and I, should pay for the items hidden under the top layer of each heart. If you guess correctly, you WIN the heart. And get to see the fabulous prize underneath. Are you ready? OK! GOOD TO KNOW! Oh, and... answer in the form of a question, ok?"

"And the first item is... A NEW CAR!" [pulls the top layer heart off Cassie's left tit, exposing the crudely drawn automobile underneath] "Yes, that's right, a brand-new luxury vehicle of Master Rand's choosing! So... Babyface Bachelor Number One, how much should he pay?"

George looks at me, then Cassie, then Jeri. He's sweating. The pressures on...

George: "Um. I... don't...?" [Cassie mouths "ZERO" at him] "Uh. Nothing?".

Jeri: "Answer in the form of a question, please..."

George: "Uh. OK. What is... Nothing?"

Jeri: "DING DING DING! You are CORRECT, Sir!" [pulls the heart off Cassie's tit, exposing her perfect and pointy pink nipple; she grins and bounces her boob a little for him]

A smile crosses George's face when Cassie says "Good Boy, George! Good guessing! Heehee! I LIKE Smart Guys! Smart Guys are SEXY.". She winks and licks her lips.

George glances nervously at me. Enjoy, George, but when the game's over, it's GAME OVER.

Me: "And what do you say to Cassie, George?"

George: "Uh... Thank You... Mistress Cassie. (Shit!) I mean... uh, "Miss" CASSIE." [and it's hard to tell from this angle but it looks like his pants are getting tight; Aha-Ha!]

Jeri: "OK! Hubby Rand, this is hot. Steamy! I'm getting a little damp in the clamp, if you know what I mean." [big wink] "I'm gonna need your attention, SOON! Heheh. So next item up for grabs (heheh... "grabs")... is Jeri's College Tuition!" [pulls the top layer heart off Cassie's right tit, exposing the crudely drawn graduation cap underneath] "Yes, that's right, all tuition costs for Jeri's education, including books and, maybe a new laptop, and other school related expenses. So... Georgie, Mr. Himbo Baggins, how much should she pay?"

George: [brief pause, then, answering more confidently than before] "What is... Nothing?"

Jeri: "Survey Says... We Got A WINNER!" [pulls the heart off Cassie's other tit, exposing her perky and peerless other pink nipple]

Cassie shakes her tremendous ta-ta's at George. "Oh, I like this game! Do you like the game, George?" Cassie asks with her hands on her curvy hips. George does not reply.

Me: "Answer Mistress Cassie, George."

George: "Um. Yes... Well. It's just... uh, Rand, I..."

Jeri: "OK! Good to know! Well Said, George! Heheh! OK, last but not least (turn around please, dear wifey, thank you)... A European Vacation!" [pulls the top layer heart off Cassie's round bottom, exposing the crudely drawn airplane underneath] "That's right, a fantastic tour of multiple countries of Cassie's choosing! Sometime after the baby is born, of course. So... Georgie, Mr. Foghorn Third-Leg Horn, how much should she pay?"

George: [anxiously but with a bit of gumption and pride] "Uh... What is... Nothing!"

Jeri: "Is that your final answer, Babyface? Then let's see what's behind Whore Number One! Heheh! JACKPOT!" [as she tears off the paper heart to expose Cassie's bare buttocks]

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #21

"My Baby Loves Lovin'" - White Plains (1970)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Game Over / Weapons Of Mass Insertion")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 4:45pm

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Cassie: "Do you like?" [twirling to give George (and me) a good look at her, while holding her arms over her head and letting them entwine and untwine, seductively] "Then say so! Say "I love your tits and ass, Mistress Cassie!" Say it!"

George looks over at me again. Like he's looking for permission to respond to her. I like that.

Rand: "Of course he likes them! Give him a closer look! Show off your beauty, my cutie!"

Cassie: "OK, Master! Here George" [hanging her naked tits a few inches from George's face] "See? They're nice, right? Nice and big and full. And see? My nipples are hard! I like being looked at by you! I like being shown off by my Master. I like being naughty! Did you know that? Could you tell by looking at me? That I'm a bad girl? That I like doing bad stuff?"

George: "Oh, uh, Cassie, Mistress Cassie, you're beautiful, uh, thanks, but, oh my..."

Cassie: [staring into George's eyes, touching his cheek gently] "Can George feel my tits, Master? I like having my tits played with, and I'm really horny now. Horny for cock. Lots of cock! Big fat fucking cock! Oh! Look out! Incoming! Follow the bouncing boobies! Heehee!"

Cassie lets her fat jugs sway and bounce in George's face.

Cassie: "KISS MY TITS, GEORGE! Rand! Jeri! I can't believe this guy! He gets a big pair of bazooms in his face, and he just sits there! Don't you like me, Georgie? Or are you scared cause Rand's here? Don't be scared! We're all friends and Rand wants me to be bad today!"

Jeri, sits on my lap again, kisses me and humps my leg, to keep me calm. She says "Make him take his cock out! You showed him yours; he should show you his! Maybe that'll loosen him up!" as we strip off her "tuxedo" top together. And she pulls off my pants (and I sit on them; because it would be rude to sit on someone else's couch half naked, right, George?).

Cassie: "Good Idea! Here! I'll do it. I'll take it out. Stop squirming, George! Do as you're told! This is what I want and I'm Mistress Cassie and it's Monday and Monday is MY NIGHT! Ah! There! WOW! That's a Big Juicy Dick, buddy! Rand! Look! George has a big juicy dick! We're gonna call this guy "Gungnir"! After Odin's Spear. Now... kiss me, George! And then I'll kiss Gungnir! Heehee! Hey! I can't believe this guy! He's rocking out with his cock out, and he's got a big pair of bazooms in his face, and he just sits there! Hey! Don't put it away! Cassie wants to play with it! Tell him, Rand! Tell him Cassie can suck it! Please, Master?"

I'm kissing Jeri and trying very hard not to get angry; trying very hard to be Zen; numb. But my cock is hard, so I push Jeri's head down to my lap. "Aha-ha! Like this?" I say, "You want to suck his cock like this? Aha-ha! You were right, George! Jeri does give GREAT head!"

Jeri: [exposes and licks my hard cock] "OK! Yeah, thanks for telling him, George! It made him want to come visit me and fuck my face! Heheh. Mm! Isn't Rand's cock beautiful? It's perfect. And I like swallowing it now too, George! That's one of the new developments. Rand's cum is really yummy! Good to know, right?" [sucks my stiff dick]

Cassie: "And I take it up the ass now! Master shot his jizz up my keister a few times this weekend. And I agree, his cum does taste great." [tries to kiss George, who turns his head]

Jeri: "Oh Yeah! He fucked my ass too, George! And ate my pussy! And peed on me! Heheh! And Cassie peed on me too! Her pee is HOT! Heheh."

Cassie: "Oh Yeah! Rand peed on me too! And he spanked us both. A bunch. See, he punished me for... that fun stuff we did! So, he's not mad anymore. So, Come On! Let's ORAL! If you don't let me get a suck in, I'm going over there to get some love."

George: "Really? OK. Um, well... I, uh..."

Me: "Sorry, George, if this makes you uncomfortable, but Cassie's been so fucking horny lately! It's a pregnancy thing, we think. Not that I'm complaining. Aha-ha! But it's been hard to satisfy her lately, so you'd be doing me a big favor. Especially since I have my new wife Jeri here to attend to. She's a horny little slut too. But you know that! Aha-ha! Oh yeah, Blondie. Nice. Suck that cock, little slut... you know you love it..."

George: "Oh, huhuh, Um, yeah, uh. Pregnancy. Yeah. That's, uh... interesting, but..."

Cassie: "Hmmph. Well, FINE! If you're not gonna squeeze or suck my tits, or let me suck your big juicy dick, I'll have my husband and wife fuck me! At least they think I'm sexy...!"

George: "Uh, Cassie, Mistress, you're...! Uh, I... should go. Give you privacy..."

Cassie: "No! Stay! Watch us... I like to be watched. Is that OK, Master Rand?"

Me: "Hell Yeah. George deserves a show." [I pull smiling Cassie to me and squeeze her primo ass] "Have you ever seen such a fine set of tits AND such a perfect ass? She's like a Playboy Playmate! These are all" [I kiss each booby and each ass cheek] "AMAZING!"

Jeri: [lifting her blonde head out of my lap] "And what am I, hubby? Chopped Liver? Heheh!" [I laugh, assure her that she is NOT Chopped Liver and kiss Jeri's tits and ass too]

Cassie tosses aside the "no entry" paper sign from her crotch, allowing George to see her completely nude for the first time. He gets to see her glorious gazongas, bodacious butt cheeks and the Jewel In The Crown, the perfect Pink Panther; her vivacious vulva; her gem of a vagina. She faces him and parts the lips of her snatch. Wide Open Beaver!

Cassie: "FUCK YEAH! New Rules, George! See my cunt? Look at my wet cunt. Opening up for my man's member! Mm! See my clit?" [backs up to sit on my cock reverse cowgirl while I recline on his couch and Jeri holds Mjolnir firmly in place] "There. OK, ease your hammer in. YEAH! Nngh. Slowly, I'm so wet, but do it slowly! I wanna enjoy every second! There! Damn. That feels good! That's what I needed!" [Jeri rubs Cassie's vag] "Hey George! Mm Mm. Pull up a chair and join the party! Huh. Hm. Huh." [bounce bounce bounce] "Tell him, Master! He's GIVING us So MUCH STUFF! So... (hm-mm) please? As a thank you?"

Me: "George! Stop being a wimp! Come and squeeze Cassie's tits or something! Man up! She likes to get a little wild sometimes! Cop a feel, buddy! That's an order! Aha-ha!"

George does as ordered. He stands before Cassie, who's bent over the coffee table with my cock in her pussy, and cautiously cups her bountiful bosom. And Jeri and I are making out, furiously. Good thing I blew a few loads earlier today or I'd be done already!

Cassie: "There. Nice, right? Squeeze! Oh! Mm! Don't be shy. I like it! Oh, I really like it! Hm! Hm! Play with my clit, Jeri! Yeah! Feel my nipples, George! You make 'em hard. Oh. Anything (oh) getting hard on you? Hm... I think there is! Rand, (oh) my Master, would you mind if I sucked (mm) George's big hard dick while you fuck me?"

"Take it out, George! Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?" [making eye contact with him and pouting] "Please? I've never been spit-roasted before (mm, mm, OH)!"

Cassie winks, then shakes her hypno-tits, and even uses her beckoning finger to summon Georgie Porgie to her waiting, wanting mouth. But he does not heed the call.

Me: "GEORGE! Let my wife suck your dick! We have a busy agenda tonight. And dinner yet!"

Jeri: "Yeah, George! Join the club! Or I'll get the Cat O' Nine Tails and MAKE you! Heheh."

George: "Uh, you know, maybe, I should, uh..." [backing away from Cassie]

Cassie: "Come on, George! It's a fucking party! And I want your fucking party favor! Do it!"

Me and Jeri: [joining in] "Do it! Do it! Do it!"

So, George says meekly "okay" and very cautiously and awkwardly drops his drawers. And there it is. A fucking One-Eyed fucking Cyclops fucking made for fucking. Ten inches of thick timber standing straight up with a sack of boulders underneath. I have to admit, seeing it in person, fairly close up... that's an impressive (YUGE) erection.

George waddles over to Cassie with his pants down around his ankles.

Cassie: "OH MY! Holy Spit! For Me? Heehee! Hm. Mm. Oh FUCK! Rand, baby, you're hitting the sweet spot! Jeri, you're rubbing me the RIGHT Way! Oh Yeah! Mm! Oh Master! You're the best husband EVER! And Jeri, you're the best wife ever! To think, thanks to you, I get two magic mega-weapons AND a new house AND a minivan AND all that other stuff! I love you guys! I LOVE LOVING! I... LOVE LOVING YOU! All of you! Hmmm! Now, Gimme!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #22

"Stuck In The Middle With You" - Stealer's Wheel (1972)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "Guzzling Gorilla Glue From Gungnir")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 5:05pm

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Cassie: "Ah! Now I have you!" [Cassie, the Nympho-Braniac, grips the long Lady Driller, and gives it a sweet little kiss on the tip, then whispers] "Mmm! Welcome back, Georgie-Porgie, my hard one, the love of my lips! I've missed you!" [opens up and the large penis glides into her drooling mouth] "Mm-MM! Oh Oh Oh! Cassie likes... being in the middle!"

I can't exactly see what's happening from my vantage point, cause Jeri has decided to whip off her skirt, climb onto the couch and push her bald dripping pussy into my face. And I'm very cool with that. It's hard enough going through with this, let alone watching it. Watching my woman get her face filled with monster cock while I fuck her.

Rhonda, my boobular MamaMILF, always said "Hips Don't Lie". She told me that if you get your hands on a woman's hips, you'll know in one second whether she likes you, or if she's having a good time. She would put my hand on her hips and say "Feel this? How my hip moves toward you when you touch it? That means I want you, I'm yours. And when we're fucking, if my hips are trembling, writhing, grinding, gyrating; that means I'm totally into whatever you're doing to me. My words can be false; my eyes can deceive; but my hips? They'll tell you the truth every time." Cassie's hips are telling me that she's loving this; and I believe them. They're trembling, writhing, grinding, gyrating. I hear Cassie Hmmm-mmmm-ing. And I feel her pussy tighten. I wish I could see her eyes tearing. And then...

George: "Oh! Oh! Mistress! Cassie! Ohhhh... Here... It... COMES!"

George lets out a series of gorilla grunts. Jeri climbs off me and we witness Cassie pumping Georgie Porgie; hard! More gorilla grunts. More pumping. AND still MORE gorilla grunts! And more pumping, pumping, pumping and finally...

Cassie: "HM!" [GULP] "MM!" [GULP] "WOW! Heeheehee!" [GULP] "WHATTA WHOPPING LOAD! Mm! Thick hot 'n gooey! A real mouthful. OH! C'mere, George! My dreamboat! Smell my cum breath! Kiss me, you fucking fucker! Mm! Rand! MY LOVE! Best fucker! Fuck my pussy, fuck my, fuck my... Mm. Oh. Feeling... Oh... Fuck... it! MM! My hole... Holy... Holy...! FUCK! Fuckety-fuck-fuck! Mm. Heeheehee! Mm-Mm! Ahaah! Ahhh. hh. h........."

Suddenly, I feel Cassie's body go limp, like a rag doll. But her cunt still has an incredibly tight grip on my dick, like a hydraulic vise. She leans backwards, and collapses onto me.

Me: "Cassie? Cass! You OK? What's wrong? Cassie! CASSIE!"

Jeri: "Dollface? DOLLFACE? Oh My God! Cassie!!!"

Jeri panics and lurches forward. She knocks a bowl of dip off and our half full cider glasses the end table. Then softly shakes Cassie, who's apparently... fainted.

Cassie: "Ohhh... Wha? Holy Shit. I'm... OK. I just came so hard! Oh wow. I'm Light-Headed. Rand, baby! You fucked me feeble! I... think I love spit-roasting! Jeri's gotta try this. I'm woozy! Maybe it was the excitement and the anxiety, over what we're gonna do. But Uh oh! Uh oh! I feel another coming! I'm... COMING! Hmm! Oh Lordy MAMA! HM! I'M Coming!"

Cassie's vag squeezes my dick so hard I'm afraid it's gonna snap off. I feel like I'm gonna come too, but I really don't want to. I'm picturing my jizz leaking out of Cassie's hole and onto the couch or floor and then we have to clean it all up. Embarrassing! What a buzzkill!

With little alternative, I'm about to order Cassie to dismount and receive my gooey gift into her mouth. But the idea of George watching and hearing me come is freaking me out.

But just then, Jeri jumps in. Thank God for Jeri.

Jeri: "OK! He looks like he's gonna blow! Want me to" [points to her face] "catch it in here?"

Cassie: "YEAH! Just Wait! Hmmm! Hold it! Just... Hm! HOLD IT! Hm MM! Ahh. There! I'm off! All yours, Angelface! Come! Suck it down while I pump!" [jumps off me, grabs my dick]

Jeri: [wrapping her sweet lips around my cock] "Mmm! Mmmm! Nice juicy Cassie's cunt flavored prick! Mmmmm! Pump his cum into to me, wifey! Mm. Squirt in my mouth, hubby! Mmmm! Watch me suck him, George! We know you want to! MMMM! MMMMMMM!"

Chapter Nine Playlist, Track #22

"What's Happening?!?!" - The Byrds (1966)

(AKA: Oral Isn't Cheating: "I Bet You're All Wondering The Same Thing...")

Actual Date/Time: Monday September 2nd, 2024 5:15pm

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My eyes are locked onto Jeri's baby blues. Cassie coos, purrs; jerking me into Jeri's mouth, stroking Jeri's golden locks (while her body mercifully blocks my view of you-know-who).

Cassie: "That's it, Master! Watch her suck it. She looks so pretty with a cock in her mouth!"

Jeri uses her newly learned deep throating skills on me, and despite Curious George watching only a few feet away, I ejaculate with an "uh uh uh" into his gorgeous ex-girlfriend. Just like he did with Cassie mere moments ago. I shudder as the liquid leaves my testicles and fills Jeri's taut tummy. After my climax, Voyeur George turns around and pulls up his pants. I glimpse his fat ass, and his stupid Star Wars tattoo. But I'm glad he saw us. It wasn't easy letting Cassie have her fun, so yeah, watch me fuck YOUR gal's face too, hillbilly, and nourish her with my love milk. She's mine now, "Jedi" Clampett.

Okay. Enough ragging on clueless George. Stick to the plan, Rand!

Jeri: "Mmm! YUM! Mm-mm! You're right, Cass! Swallowing semen IS a sacred act! I love gobbling your nozzle, but now I need to be fucked, Thunder God! By this Mighty Mystic Mallet!" [wags my half-flaccid manhood] "So get it back up, buttercup! Heheh."

I take a minute to regain my composure, and glance over at George again. He's fully dressed now and he's just kind of standing there. He looks confused; embarrassed.

Gorgeous Jeri, naked as a jaybird, grabs her purse off the coffee table.

Jeri: [whispering to me] "Do we do it now, Master? He got his jollies, just like Cassie wanted. So... I'm ready. Let's get it over with. Let's finish this." [reaches into her purse]

Cassie: [also whispering] "Now? Shouldn't we at least let him have his, you know... dinner first? Okay. Okay. I'll... get some stuff to clean up with. Go ahead. Just... do it."

OK. We're all in agreement. The time is now, while he's off-balance; rattled. Strengthening my resolve, I grab the heavy champagne bottle out of the ice bucket. It's GO time.

George: [eyes darting nervously to Cassie, to Jeri, to me] "Uh... so, I'm sorry guys, but would somebody please tell me... What's Happening?!?!"

(to be continued)