The Trio 04 - A Late Afternoon Date

January was almost at a close and everyone was anxious for spring to start. The winds and the rain were nice, but I was ready to see the sun.

Both Valerie and Deeann were working and I had the house to myself. This didn't happen often now that Valerie had been staying with us regularly. In fact, there were probably only 5 days this month that she had gone to her apartment and stayed there. And that was usually only when she had work in the morning because the commute from her place to her work was a lot shorter.

I had been reading all morning since the ladies had left and I was about to start my third pot of tea when I had an idea. I picked up my phone and sent a text to Deeann.

'Good afternoon, miss. Just wondering what your schedule is for the rest of the day.'

Before waiting for a reply, I sent a text to Valerie.

'Hello. I hope your day is going well. I'm checking if you will be finished with your shift by 5.'

Valerie must have been on a break because I got a reply from her immediately.

'Yes sir. And 5 o'clock can't get here soon enough. I'm burned out.'

'Too burned out to have an after work cocktail?'

'Absolutely not, sir! I would murder for one of your martinis!'

I was happy that both of my ladies appreciated that I was a cocktail snob.

'Well, I was thinking of an outing. If you're up for it.'

'I'd like to change my clothes first, if that's okay.'

I pondered this for a minute. I'd have to see what Deeann's schedule would be like, but I was thinking that I could coordinate this and make it work.

'It should be. I'm checking with Dee still, but the plan is formulating. I'll keep you posted.'

'I'll wait for instructions, sir.'

Valerie was such a perfect fit.

Just then, I got a reply from Deeann.

'Ugh, clients are killing me. One of my regulars called me with her fashion emergency and I agreed to fit her in for a color, but now I'm running behind. I don't think I'll be done until 7 or 7:30.'

That was unfortunate, but it just might work into a very good plan.

'That's too bad, miss. I'm sorry that you got talked into that. Do you think you'd be up for a cocktail after work? I'm putting together a plan with Val as well.'

'Cocktails, and I do mean more than one, would be amazing, sir. I love you!'

'I love you too, miss. Don't leave the salon until you hear back from me with the plan.'

'Yes sir.'

I took a look at the bus schedule. I could easily get to the coffee shop where Valerie worked to meet her when she finished her shift at 5. It would take us an hour to get back home. Valerie would want to freshen up and change, but she was quick at that (unlike Deeann). And I'd need her to grab something for Deeann to change into. But if we could somehow be back on the train in 30 minutes, we could get to the salon right about 7:30. We would surprise Deeann with a change of clothes and then we could all go get some drinks together and do whatever struck their fancy.

It was only 1:30, so I had time to get myself ready. It was kind of a crazy plan, but I figured we might as well have some fun on a Saturday night. I went over to the cocktail cart and started myself off with a manhattan.

Shortly before 4, I got on the train headed towards the Financial District. I was dressed in what I liked to call "business goth". Black button shirt, black jeans, chelsea boots, and a black jacket that I had put some D-rings and buckles on. I had a flask of Irish whiskey in my jacket pocket and I was ready to have a good time.

I stepped off the train one block from the coffee shop and made the quick walk over. When I opened the door, I saw Valerie still standing behind the counter. She looked tired, but when she saw me come in, her eyes lit up.

"Hello there, sir," she said cheerfully. "Can I get you something started?"

I knew that she was deliberately mixing her customer service voice with her submissive nature. I looked at the two other women working there. I had seen the barista before when I had come in to see Valerie. But I didn't recognize the other one at the counter. She looked up at me and smiled, thinking I was just another customer.

"Nothing to drink for me, thank you," I said to Valerie. "I have that covered."

I patted my jacket where the flask was in my pocket.

"I just thought I'd come down and pick up a beautiful lady and take her home with me."

The young woman at the counter looked a bit shocked. The barista in the back chuckled at my comment.

"What a fortunate situation," Valerie said. "I am just now finishing my shift. And so I could come home with you if you'd like, sir."

"That sounds lovely," I said and smiled at the other woman behind the counter. "Should I wait here, miss?"

Valerie grinned and looked over at the other woman, who was looking more surprised by the moment.

"Do either of you mind if I clock out 5 minutes early?" Valerie said to the other two women working with her. "This very handsome man has offered to take me home with him and it seems like a great idea."

"Valerie," the barista in the back said to her with a smile. "Just go with your boyfriend. You're freaking Betty out."

The woman at the counter, who was presumably Betty, smiled and blushed a bit.

"I knew it was her boyfriend," Betty said. "Or something like that. I'm not that obtuse."

"Thanks!" Valerie said and went through the door to the back area.

A moment later, she came out of the employee area with her things and came up to give me a kiss and a hug.

"So, what's on the agenda, sir?" she asked.

"No time for questions, miss," I said sarcastically. "We've got a lot to accomplish and very little time to do it. Let's go."

I waved to the women still working and took Valerie's hand in mine as I walked out the door. As soon as we got outside, I pulled the flask from my pocket and handed it to her.

"Have a drink, miss," I said. "We actually do have to hurry if this is all going to work out."

Valerie smiled and took a long pull from the flask.

"Oh, good whiskey, sir!" she said, looking at the flask. "Big plans for tonight?"

"Sort of," I said, taking the flask and putting it away. "We have to get on the train, get back home, and be ready to leave again almost immediately."

"Where are we going?" she asked as we headed for the train stop.

"We're going to impress our girlfriend," I said and smiled.

We got on the train and rode home. The train was packed, but it was still on schedule. When we got off of the train, the sun had fully set and it was dark. We walked briskly to the house and went inside.

"Miss, I need you to get changed into something comfortable for being out tonight as quickly as you possibly can. Any magic you can do with your hair and makeup to save time will be great. After you've done that, I need you to get a change of clothes for Deeann and put it into a pack so we can take it to her. I want to leave in 20 minutes."

I gave her the directions quickly and with an authority in my voice that said I wasn't ready to discuss anything more. She smiled but got a serious look on her face. She headed down the hallway to the room where she had quite a bit of her clothing here.

I paused for a minute and thought about her moving in here. It would make sense. She was here most of the time anyway. And it would save money. But, that was a topic for another day.

I went into the kitchen and found a thermos, gave it a quick rinse, and then took it over to the cocktail cart. I grabbed what I needed to mix a batch of manhattans and threw it together quickly. Once it was poured into the thermos, I grabbed my satchel and put the thermos there.

"How are your preparations coming along?" I asked down the hallway.

Valerie stepped out of the room looking quite stunning.

"I just need to put on my boots, sir," she said with a smile.

"What about a change for Deeann?" I asked her.

She smiled and pointed at the backpack sitting on the floor just inside the bedroom door.

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" I said with a grin.

Valerie really did do magic with her hair and makeup. That woman could have great hair in a hurricane. And it vexed Deeann, who always needed a minimum of 20 minutes to do a "quick 5-minute touch up" for anything makeup or hair.

"Grab the bag and put on your boots," I said quickly. "We might be ahead of schedule."

Valerie picked up the bag and came down the hallway. As she grabbed her boots from the closet, I quickly poured two shots of whiskey and refilled the flask.

Handing one shot to Valerie, I lifted my glass to toast. She did the same and we quickly finished off the drinks.

"Sit," I said and pointed at the couch.

Valerie sat down as instructed. I knelt down and put her boots on, lacing them up quickly.

She blushed as I did this.

"Thank you, sir," she said softly. "You are too kind to me."

"You deserve it, love," I said looking into her eyes.

Her breath caught when I said this and she looked down at her hands in her lap.

"No time for casual conversation," I said as I stood up. "Let's get a move on. We've got a ride to catch in just a few minutes."

We rushed over to the stop and saw the bus pull up just as we arrived. Jumping on, we paid the fare and found a seat. One transfer and about 50 minutes later, we were walking up the street to Deeann's salon. It was still relatively early, only about 7:30, but the streets were starting to get busy with people coming out to eat before they hit the bars. When we got to the salon, I saw that Hector and Cindy were both still there talking with Deeann. But I didn't see any clients.

"Well, don't you two just look amazing!" Hector said.

Cindy came up and hugged us both. Deeann looked tired, but she was clearly happy to see us.

"What's the occasion tonight?" Cindy asked me.

I walked over and gave Deeann a kiss. Valerie put her arms around Deeann's waist.

"Nothing special," I said to Cindy. "Just wanted to take my ladies out on a spontaneous date."

"We're going out?" Deeann asked.

"Yep," I said and gestured for Valerie to give her the pack with the clothes.

"I picked out some clothes for you, madam," Valerie said. "David said something casual and comfortable. So I hope this works for you."

Deeann took the backpack and looked inside. She smiled immediately and let out a little squeal of joy.

"This is perfect!" she said and immediately turned to go to the back room to change.

"Wait for me," Valerie said and followed Deeann.

"Don't take too long, ladies," I said, hinting at an ulterior motive.

"David," Hector said. "How are you so awesome?"

"Hector," I replied seriously. "I'm not awesome. I'm overly particular about everything. I'm a snob about my music, my drinks, my clothes, and my food. I don't express emotions well and I have no clue what I'm doing with these two wonderful women."

Hector smiled at me.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "It's called being a person. Sure, you have quirks, David. We all do. But seriously, Deeann never has a bad thing to say about you. It is clear how much you care about her. And now that you have Valerie in the picture, I think you're having what is called the perfect life."

"Well, thanks for the compliment," I said. "I try my best to be a good person."

"You're doing a good job of it from what I can see," Hector said.

"Did you two want to come out with us for drinks tonight?" I asked them both.

"Not for me," Hector said. "I promised my mom I'd spend some time with her tonight. She recorded some episodes of Qué Bonito Amor and I'm going to watch them with her."

"See, that's what an awesome person does," I said to Hector. "I haven't seen my mom in... well, in over a year."

"Sounds like you need to make that trip, David," Cindy said. "And no drinks for me. I know, big shocker when Cindy doesn't accept the offer of free drinks. But I actually have a date."

"Oh really?" I said. "Are you going to give us details?"

"Well, I met him on a dating app, so we'll see how it actually turns out," Cindy said. "But based on his profile pictures, he's just my type."

"You be careful," I said seriously. "Don't get into a bind with this stranger. I mean it. I'll keep an eye on my phone. You call or text if there are any problems. And I mean any problems at all."

"Don't worry, David," Cindy said. "I appreciate the concern. We're going to a movie together. Lots of people around. Very public. Probably some light food afterwards. I will be safe. I promise."

"Okay," I replied. "But I mean it about calling or texting."

"Yes, dad," Cindy said jokingly.

Valerie and Deeann came out of the back room. Deeann was all dressed and ready to go.

"Record time," I said with a smile. "Shall we go?"

We said our goodbyes to Hector and Cindy and left the salon. Once outside, I turned up the street and started walking. The ladies moved up to either side of me.

"What's our destination?" Deeann said, looking expectantly at me.

"Not sure," I replied, looking up the street. "But I want it to be a place where we can sit on the sidewalk with our cocktails."

"In January?" Valerie asked.

"It's why we have our jackets, miss," I said. "Deeann, is that place on Polk, what was it called, the Blue something? Is that still open?"

"I think so," Deeann said. "But I didn't think they had patio seating."

"Maybe I'm mis-remembering," I said, trying to jog my memory.

"What about the one with all of the tiki decorations on the walls?" I asked. "It was on O'Farrell, right?"

"They got rid of the tiki decor," Deeann said. "And I think they're doing a retro-90's rave theme now. Or something."

"Oh, I see," I said, running out of ideas.

"Sir?" Valerie said. "I have a thought."

"Fantastic," I said, turning to look at her. "Let's hear it."

"Well, it isn't sidewalk seating, but it is outside," Valerie said. "And they have a good selection of beer and cocktails. Would Zeitgeist work?"

"My dear, you are a genius," I said, grabbing her hand. "Deeann, you've heard the young lady. We're headed to Zeitgeist!"

Deeann followed behind Valerie and me and we headed off in that direction. We walked the entire way and it took us just over 20 minutes to get there. When we arrived at the door, I could tell that the place was packed, but I think it was just what I was looking for.

Once inside, I looked around and figured it would be tricky to get a place to sit, so I decided we needed to divide and conquer.

"Ladies," I said to them both. "I assume you'll trust me with the beer selection. So, I need you to head outside and start scouting for a place for us to sit. I would prefer somewhere along the edges of the patio, not near the center. I'll join you as soon as I get some beverages."

They nodded and turned to head outside to the large patio area in the back. I looked up at the boards to see what they had on tap. When I got to the front of the line, I ordered a pitcher of Hoegaarden and got three glasses. It was a solid choice and a good way to start the evening off right. With beer in hand, I stepped out to find the ladies.

Deeann was always easy to spot with her bright pink hair. And to my surprise and satisfaction, I could see that they were sitting at the end of a table at the far end of the patio area. I headed off in that direction, making my way through the crowd.

Fortunately, Zeitgeist had a very friendly attitude among the patrons. You regularly would see people from all walks of life here co-mingling and just enjoying a good beer in the wonderful San Francisco weather. I made it over to the table, set down the pitcher, and took a seat next to Deeann. This gave me a view of the patio with my back to the wall. Valerie wasted no time and poured us each a glass of beer.

"Here's to spending a lazy Saturday night with two beautiful people," I said as I raised my glass.

"And about a hundred other people as well," Deeann added.

It was one of those perfect winter evenings, chilly, but comfortable. The kind that made the city feel alive. We sat there just taking in the noise of the crowd and the taste of the beer. As I looked around, I saw all kinds of people. Students, couples, tourists, locals. Everyone was here for the same reason. To relax and enjoy the community. I poured the rest of the pitcher into our glasses and looked at the empty pitcher.

"Houston," I stared. "We have a problem."

Valerie stood up quickly.

"I'll get the next one," she said, grabbing the empty pitcher.

She stood there, waiting for something. I realized she was waiting for me to give her my permission to go get more beer. I smiled and nodded at her. As she walked away, both Deeann and I watched her walk.

"She is something else, sir," Deeann said. "I'm so glad we found her."

"Me too," I said. "You did a great job with all of this."

"What did I do?" Deeann asked, looking over at me.

"You wrote the post on the dating site, you wrote the replies, you did so much to showcase our best traits," I said. "And look at all of the nonsense replies we got originally. We were ready to throw in the towel. And then she saw our post. I'll be honest, my dear. I'm where I am today because of you."

"That's not true," Deeann said and blushed a bit. "You do so much for me, David. And for Valerie. You're the grounding we need. And you keep me from being a chaotic mess."

"My dearest Deeann," I said with a smile. "You still are a chaotic mess."

Deeann pretended to be shocked and offended at my comment. Then we laughed. I put my arm around her and she leaned her head on my shoulder. I looked up at the night sky a bit and smiled.

I spotted Valerie weaving her way through the crowd with a pitcher of something dark and a pitcher of something else.

"Are you trying to get Deeann drunk so you can take advantage of her, miss?" I asked Valerie when she got to the table.

"No, sir," she replied as she sat down. "I'm hoping that I'll get drunk and Deeann will take advantage of me."

Just then a tall brunette walked past the table. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a snug purple knitted sweater. She didn't look our way, but we all looked at her, following her with our eyes.

"She knew exactly how those jeans fit her ass," Deeann said suggestively. "And she wore them just so people would look at it."

"I saw you both sit up and notice when she walked past our table," I said.

"Let's be honest," Valerie said, turning back to the pitchers of beer. "We all looked and she knew that all three of us were looking at her ass."

We all laughed a bit and then looked at the beer.

"So, what do we have here, miss?" I asked, pointing to the pitchers.

"Well, this one is a pilsner," Valerie said. "I actually forgot what it was called."

"That kind of ass walking by will do that to a person," Deeann said. "Make you forget."

"And this one is a porter," she continued. "Black Butte Porter. It looks delicious."

I motioned for Valerie to pour some beer. She picked up the porter and poured us each a glass. We toasted together and tasted the beer. It was delicious.

A few minutes later, another woman walked by. She was wearing a black, form fitting body suit and she had short blond hair. You could just see the ends of tattoos on her left arm poking out of her sleeve. It was very clear that she was not wearing a bra.

I leaned towards Valerie and said, "I think she's your type, don't you?"

Valerie looked her up and down as she was walking away from us.

"Yes, sir," she said. "Total switch energy. I'd let her pin me to a wall."

Deeann's eyes lit up as Valerie said this.

"I'd pay the price of admission to see that," Deeann said with a purr in her voice.

Deeann leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"I think some leather and buckles are in order tonight, sir," she said softly.

I raised my eyebrow and then looked over at Valerie. Then, I smiled conspiratorily and just nodded my head.

"You two are dangerous," Valerie said, looking back and forth between us. "You have me all curious about whatever secret it is that you're sharing."

"It's just a bit of foreplay, miss," I said, giving Valerie a knowing look.

Valerie wiggled in her seat a bit, feeling the thrill of the flirtatious talk between us.

We sat there and drank our beer, watching people, talking about whatever came to mind. It was a wonderful and relaxing time. We were just about done with the pitcher of pilsner when two people came up to the table and motioned at the empty space at the other end from us.

"Is this okay for us to sit here?" the woman asked.

She had an accent, but I couldn't quite place it. I stood up and smiled.

"Of course! Of course!" I said quickly. "Please, sit down. Join us. There's plenty of room here."

Deeann scooted a bit closer to me and the couple sat at the other end of the table across from each other. They were probably in their late 20's. They both had that beautiful olive complexion that people from around the Mediterranean always have. They were dressed casually in jeans. The woman had a brown jacket with faux fur at the collar and the man was wearing a grey hoodie that he had clearly purchased from a shop near Pier 39.

"Thank you for sharing your table," the man said with that same familiar accent. "It is nice to meet nice people on vacation, you know?"

"Of course," I said. "And yes, it is always nice to meet up with friendly people. Where are you on vacation from?"

"Madeira," the man said. "My name is Manuel. And this is my wife, Maria."

When he said that, I immediately placed their accent. It was a Portuguese accent, but it was different from what I was used to hearing from my mother's side of the family. Madeira was a very different region than where my family was from.

"So pleased to meet you both," I said, and then turned to the ladies. "This is Deeann and this is Valerie."

Deeann and Valerie both smiled with their introductions.

"Deeann, your hair is so beautiful," Maria said. "And such a bold choice in style. I love it!"

"Well, hair color and style is my passion," Deeann said. "It's what I do for a living."

"It looks like we just finished our beer and I was going to get another round," I said. "What is it that you have there?"

"Oh, it is a light lager that they have," Manuel said. "It seemed to be refreshing."

"That sounds amazing," I replied. "I think I'll get that for us as well."

I got up and smiled at the ladies, then I headed back inside to get more beer. I was already feeling the buzz from the previous three pitchers that we had finished. It was going to be that sort of evening. At the bar, I got two pitchers of the lager and took them back to the table. When I got there, Deeann had switched sides and was sitting next to Valerie. I set down the pitchers and then sat where I was previously.

"I got two pitchers in case you needed a refill," I said to the couple. "Please, help yourself to more if you'd like."

"That is very nice of you," Maria said. "Your lady friends here were just saying how kind and generous you were. They aren't wrong."

"I'm glad they were saying nice things about me while I was away from the table," I chuckled.

"Well, you must be a very good person to be in the situation that you are, David," Manuel said to me with a grin. "It isn't a choice for me, but I admire people who want to live the way that is meaningful to themselves and the people they love."

I looked over at Deeann and Valerie with a questioning look on my face. Clearly they had said something about our relationship to this couple.

"So, Manuel," I said as I filled the empty glasses at the table. "What brings you to San Francisco?"

"Business," Manuel said. "And we wanted to see this city. We've heard about it for years, so when the opportunity to come here for my work, I took it."

"What business are you in?" I asked.

"Wine sales," he said. "I work for a company that distributes wine around the world. And about a year ago, I got a position handling the accounts for the western part of America. So I'm here meeting with some of the local distributors to talk about the sales numbers and projections."

"Well, taking a business trip with your wife must be a great deal," I said. "I know that travel can be expensive."

The conversation drifted to other things. The couple talked about the sights they had seen so far and what else they hoped to see before they went back home. We talked about our careers, things that we like about living in San Francisco, and even made some suggestions of things to see in the City.

After about an hour with Maria and Manuel, they said that they needed to get back to their hotel as they would be getting up early to go on one of the tourist boats that took them around Alcatraz and see some other sights in the bay. We said our goodbyes and they headed out.

"Well, what do you ladies think?" I asked. "Another round here or do we find a new place to go?"

"Well," Valerie said, sipping the last of her beer. "We haven't had dinner yet. And as I'm thinking about how much we've had to drink here, maybe we should do that?"

"Yes! Food!" Deeann said excitedly.

"Okay, food it is," I said, pulling out my phone. "Any preferences on type of food?"

I opened up the Yelp app and started looking around the area for ideas of what to eat.

"We haven't had Italian food in a while," Deeann said. "Or Greek."

"Thai food sounds good to me," Valerie added. "Or Mexican food. Oh, I know of an Irish-style pub that has decent bangers and mash. Maybe sushi?"

"Okay ladies, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but we need to focus if we're going to make a decision," I said as I scrolled around the Yelp map.

"So, within short walking distance, we can get Italian, sushi, American Diner, and... there's a tapas place. Any of those sound good?"

"Of those, I'd vote for the tapas place," Deeann said.

"I'm good with that," Valerie added with a smile.

"Okay, let's just do that," I said, putting away my phone after noting the address of the place. "Everyone done with their beer?"

We stacked our glasses and pitchers and then got up. As we started towards the exit, Valerie stopped us and gestured off towards the back of the venue. I turned that way and looked, and then I realized why Valerie was pointing.

Seated alone at a table was a tall, thin redhead wearing a tight black sweater and a leather choker. She had an entrancing beauty that just drew all of us in. As she sat there, she was looking casually down at her phone and holding a pint of the imperial stout that they had on tap. We all stared at her, entranced, and then the woman looked up right at us. She clearly saw that we were all staring and she smiled. I guess we all were like deer in headlights as we just stood there, staring back. The woman smiled at us and then returned her attention to her phone.

"We should get going," I said, breaking away from the gorgeous sight.

"Yes, definitely time to go," Valerie said, clearly trying to catch her breath.

Deeann just continued to stare.

"Dee, we're going," I said as I grabbed her arm and gently turned her towards the exit.

"She was a goddess," Deeann said as we walked out the front door onto the street.

The walk to the tapas place took only 15 minutes and it wasn't very busy there. It took no time at all to get a table and order some dinner. There were some great dishes on the menu and it was hard to narrow it down, but we settled on some garlic shrimp, fresh oysters, paella, garlic mushrooms, and of course, sangria.

"Do you think she is thinking about us?" Deeann asked.

"Who?" I said, shoving more food into my mouth.

"The redhead at Zeitgeist," Valerie explained. "She certainly noticed that all three of us were staring at her."

"Well, I don't know if she is still thinking about us," I said, drinking more sangria. "But it seems that we're still thinking about her."

"What would you do with her, sir?" Valerie asked.

"What now?" I said, somewhat surprised.

"If you were alone with her, what would you do?" she asked again.

"Well, nothing," I said. "I'm in a relationship with the two of you."

"Yes, but what if you were single?" Deeann asked. "Do you think she's your type?"

"What do you mean by 'my type'?" I asked, not sure where this was going.

"You know," Valerie said. "Would she follow your instructions?"

"You want me to create a fantasy scenario around her, don't you," I said to them both with a smirk. "Well, let me think about this."

The ladies went back to eating their food as I pondered. I could certainly think of a dozen or so things I could do with her. Most of them involved her being bound up and helpless in the bedroom.

"So, what have you come up with, sir?" Valerie asked, finishing the last bite on her place and pouring more sangria for us all.

"I'm not sure," I said, leaning back in my seat. "One idea would be to bind her wrists together, sit her on the floor with her back to the wall, and restrain her hands over her head. Perfect blowjob height. Another idea would be to bind her wrists together, restrain them to the headboard while she is lying face down on the bed and take her from behind."

"With her ass up?" Deeann asked bluntly.

"No, fully flat on the bed, hips down," I explained.

I looked over at Valerie and she had the expression of being very turned on.

"So, I think maybe it is time for us to get the check?" I said, looking for the server.

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Just over an hour later, we were walking up the front stairs and I was fumbling my keys out to open the front door. Once inside, the three of us were frantically taking off our boots and jackets.

"Valerie, put on some music," I said quickly. "Deeann, put on some appropriate lighting. I'll make three martinis."

In no time, the lights were low, the stereo was playing some alluring music, and we were toasting our martinis together. I made quick work of my martini and set down the glass. The ladies took a bit more time with their own drinks. I smiled at them and stood up.

"Wait here," I said and walked off down the hallway.

I went into the bedroom and got into the drawer with our accessories. I brought out the fur-lined wrist cuffs, a ball gag, a short chain, and four leather restraining straps. I walked back into the front room holding these items and the ladies looked up at me. Deeann's eyes got wide and Valerie blushed a deep red.

"Alright ladies, clothes off," I said plainly.

They immediately followed my directive and were soon standing bare in the middle of the room. I got up and walked over to Deeann. I flaunted the ball gag in front of her and smiled. She nodded gently and opened her mouth. I put it on her and buckled it behind her neck.

"That's okay, miss?" I asked her.

She nodded at me and then dropped her head down submissively.

I stepped over to Valerie and showed the wrist cuffs. She obediently put her arms forward with her wrists together. I fastened them on her wrists and then tapped her lips with my finger, indicating she was not allowed to speak. She smiled and nodded her understanding.

I led Valerie over to the couch and fastened the short chain to the wrist cuffs and then to one of the discreetly hidden rings I had attached to the frame of the couch.

"Stand there, miss," I said and then turned away from her.

I led Deeann over to the couch and had her kneel on it, facing the wall. I bent her forward slightly and pulled her hips back a bit. With her in position and Valerie watching, I stepped back to admire my ladies shackled and bound for me.

I undressed and neatly folded my clothes on the end table. Walking up behind Deeann, I could see Valerie watching intently to see what I would do. Deeann's skin was smooth as I ran my hands down her arms and then back up and across her back. I brought one hand down to feel the curve of her ass as she knelt on the couch. My other hand reached around and caressed her breasts. I could hear Deeann gasp very slightly as I did this. And then she did it again when my other hand slid from her ass down between her legs and I started to play with her clit.

Deeann was wet almost immediately, and I took advantage of this, sliding two fingers into her pussy. She was trying hard not to make any noise as I touched her body. I looked over at Valerie who was watching us intently, her hands bound together and chained to the corner of the couch.

I put my hands on Deeann's hips and stepped up close behind her. Her lips were soaked as I slid the head of my cock along them. With gentle ease, I slid inside of her. Slowly I pushed deeper into Deeann. She tensed a bit and then relaxed, arching her back a bit more as I went deeper inside of her.

Once I was fully inside of her, I let go of her hips and reached around to hold her breasts. And as I played with her nipples, I began to rhythmically slide in and out of her.

It was a slow build. I took my time with Deeann. I wanted her to fully enjoy this as I thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was dripping as I slowly fucked her. I looked over at Valerie and I saw a little trickle of wetness running down her inner thigh as she stood next to the couch, watching us intently.

I could feel Deeann's legs quivering slightly. She was ready to cum. And I was getting close as well. I leaned forward and put my face right next to Deeann's ear and whispered to her.

"When you're ready, miss."

The response was almost instant. Her hips bucked and I could feel her clench down on my shaft as I pushed into her again. A soft whimper escaped her as her orgasm slowly built into a crescendo. She let herself go entirely into the sensation as she rocked her hips and arched her back. She was trying hard not to make any noise, but she couldn't keep it all in. Valerie's eyes got wide and she pressed her thighs together as she watched Deeann orgasm on the couch.

I pulled out of Deeann and stepped back. Deeann was shaking in the afterglow of her climax. I stepped over to Valerie and unclasped the chain from her wrist cuffs. She looked at me, waiting for directions as I led her over to where Deeann was still kneeling on the couch. Deeann looked over at us and I smiled.

"Valerie," I said as I let go over her wrist cuffs. "You sit down on the couch. Deeann, you kneel down between her legs and give Valerie the relief that she wants so badly."

I smiled as I thought of the pleasure that Deeann would bring to Valerie. She held her hands up and wiggled her fingers with an inquisitive look on her face. She couldn't ask the question since she still had the ballgag in her mouth.

"Yes, only with your fingers, miss," I said to her.

Deeann turned and immediately started to toy with Valerie's wet lips. Valerie immediately relaxed into it and opened her legs wider for Deeann.

"Valerie," I said. "You can cum whenever you feel it. But still, no talking."

I don't know what it was about the 'no talking' rule I usually invoked. I think I just liked the idea of each of us knowing what to do and doing it without having to say or ask. Sort of an unspoken language of desire.

Deeann was really working Valerie with her fingers. And Valerie was dripping wet from the pleasure. I stepped back and sat down in the chair, watching them on the couch. Deeann knew exactly what Valerie liked and Valerie had surrendered herself to Deeann. Her hips rocked in time with Deeann's fingers and I could hear the low moan coming from Valerie as her orgasm grew closer. And then, she couldn't hold back any more.

A soft squeal escaped Valerie's mouth and her entire body tensed up. Valerie shot a quick glance at me to see if I was going to admonish her for making a noise. I smiled and winked at her. She grinned and closed her eyes, still tensing and relaxing as her orgasm washed over her.

Deeann didn't stop. She kept her fingers working Valerie's most sensitive spots, prolonging the orgasm. Finally, Valerie took in a deep breath and let her body fall limp onto the couch. She was spent. Deeann pulled her fingers back and seemed disappointed that she couldn't lick them.

I stood up and walked over to the ladies on the couch.

"That was spectacular," I said. "And now, it is my turn."

Valerie sat up and looked up eagerly at me. Deeann remained kneeling, but turned to face me.

"Deeann," I said, looking at her and touching her chin gently. "Do you want to finish me off?"

She nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Valerie," I said, turning to face her. "You get to watch. And tonight, I will give you a choice. Tits or face."

Valerie blushed a bit, but her eyes also got wide. She pushed her shoulders back and brought her cuffed hands up to her breasts. She lifted each one in turn. They weren't large, but they had a beautiful shape. I knelt down for a moment and kissed each of her nipples. Then, I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. I turned and kissed Deeann on her cheek before standing back up and facing Valerie.

"Your hands have done such good work this evening, Deeann," I said to her. "I think we should just continue that theme."

She reached up and grabbed my cock, which was still mostly hard from watching the ladies playing. As she started stroking it, I could feel myself getting fully erect and already close to cumming.

Deeann could tell how close I was and tightened her grip. Valerie was sitting there with her back arched and her breasts pushed forward. And in just a few minutes, Deeann took me over the top. I shot a stream of milky white across Valerie's chest as Deeann stroked me. And then another as Deeann moved my cock. It was as if Deeann was trying to paint Valerie's chest with my cum. After a few more shots onto Valerie, I relaxed and motioned for Deeann to stop.

I turned and sat next to Valerie. Then, I grabbed Deeann's hand and pulled her up onto the couch on the other side of me. I reached behind her neck and unclasped the ballgag. And then I reached over and released Valerie's wrists from the cuffs.

They both smiled and stretched just a bit. Still, neither one of them said a word. I leaned back and pulled them close to me, just sitting together in the warmth of our bodies. I knew that I could fall asleep here like this, but that wasn't going to be a good idea. So, after everyone had relaxed for a bit, I sat up slowly.

"Valerie, be a good girl and go start the shower," I said. "You get first dibs in there. But still no talking. Deeann, go get my robe and one for yourself if you'd like. You will get in the shower second. I'll shower last, after the both of you are done."

They each got up and went about their tasks as they were told. When Deeann brought my robe out to me, I put it on and gathered up the glassware from earlier. I took it into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.

I turned and saw Deeann standing in the doorway to the kitchen looking at me. She had her robe on, but it wasn't tied in the front and it allowed me a very pleasing view of her body. I stepped over to her and before she could say anything, I put my finger gently on her lips.

"No talking until I say so, miss," I said softly. "I'm enjoying the silence."

Deeann put her arms around me and gave me a hug. Her body was warm and soft.

"Why don't you go check on Valerie in the shower," I said. "See if she needs help washing her hair or something."

Deeann smiled and scampered down to the bathroom.

"No talking in there, ladies!" I said from the living room.

I heard a bit of giggling, but they did as I had said.

Ten minutes later, both of them came out of the bathroom with their robes on and towels on their heads.

"You two look like twins," I said. "Which I suppose could be a fetish that some people have."

Deeann pretended to look shocked and Valerie blushed a bit, but still waggled her hips and grinned.

"Well, I'm going to get into the shower now," I said. "And I think that quiet time is over. You've both been very good about not talking. Thank you."

I put my arms around each of their waists and kissed their towel-covered heads in turn. Then, I went into the bathroom and got into the shower. As I washed my body, I couldn't help but think that I was the luckiest person in the world. And I was also glad that we had gotten the king sized bed two weeks ago. It made it much more comfortable for the three of us together!