It’s my own damn fault – 4

“Thanks Chris…that means a lot. But…we’re still even right? Regardless of what just happened?”

“Yeah, we’re even,” she laughed, taking a deep breath. “We’re certainly that.”

**

I dropped Chris off at the door, taking only long enough to jump back into my pants again making it home only minutes before Stella arrived. By then I had calmed down sufficiently, sitting in front of the TV drinking a beer, most of which I had managed to down in one gulp.

“Hey baby…how was your evening?”

“Oh you know…same ole, same ole,” I said, kissing her as she walked over, giving me an affectionate hug from behind.

“That’s boring huh?”

“Oh yeah…very.”

“Well, how’d you like some excitement then? Give me a chance to wash and freshen up a little…meet you upstairs in the bedroom…say ten? Fifteen minutes?”

I smiled at her nodding my head, and then as I’d earlier planned for, but hadn’t needed, I popped a Viagra.

**

We spent the better part of the following morning hauling up stuff to Mia’s new sewing room where she put it away. Utilizing all the various crooks and crannies I had built for her. By noon, it was done.

“Why don’t you go down, take a little nap for a while,” Mia told me. “Later on…I want to give you something for all the hard work you’ve done, a little gift,” she informed me.

“You don’t have to give me anything mom, I was glad to do it.”

“Nonsense, run along, take a nap. See that he does Stella…he’s earned it,” she said to my wife. “We’ll call you…wake you up later, after you’ve had some rest.”

I actually did that, passing out on the couch, waking several hours later, though only when Chris came down shaking me awake.

“You ok?” She asked somewhat concernedly. I was glad we had a moment.

“I’m fine…you?”

“Good.”

“How’s your friends? They ok?”

“Yeah…a little disappointed perhaps, we all are. But…we’re also glad we got you out of there, and that nothing seriously bad happened. It really could have you know, that got just a little weird.”

“Weird? You call that weird?” I laughed looking back on everything. “Yeah…well maybe so. Anyway…where’s your mom and Stella?”

“Where do you think? Upstairs in the sewing room. They told me to come down and get you.”

“Ok, tell them I’ll be there in a minute or so…I need to take a pee first.”

Chris hugged me, and then left heading upstairs as I raced off into the bathroom to take a leak. I soon after climbed the stairs, going towards the now finished sewing room, glad that this might hopefully be the last time I ever went in there again.

**

As I walked in the door, I nearly tripped over myself. Earlier, we had hauled up Mia’s “napping couch” as she called it. It was an overly large sized couch that filled an entire wall next to the window. All three of them were currently sitting on it. And all three of them were entirely naked. But the additional shock came from the way they were all actually sitting on the couch. Long enough for there to be a bit of space between them, all three sat with their feet likewise on the couch, knees bent, legs spread obscenely so. And all three were sitting there touching themselves when I came walking in.

Words failed me.

“Surprise! Didn’t think you’d ever see the day did you?” Mia laughed seeing my stunned expression as I continued to simply stand there taking all this in.

“Someone wants to tell me what the hell’s going on here?” I asked…not that I really minded…but.

Now my wife laughed seeing my still confused look. “You really didn’t think we’d actually do anything behind one another’s backs now did you? Really?”

“You…you knew? You…planned this? Did all this?”

“Start to finish!” Stella laughed again, all three still playfully petting and caressing themselves while I stood there mouth agape, eyes as big around as saucers. “Early on after talking to mom when all this began, I thought it might be fun…an interesting way to keep you entertained while doing this. Obviously…it was, for all of us.”

“So that…that story about your mom? Your worries and fears?”

“Oh, that was real enough…I did tell her I was concerned that she didn’t seem as happy as she had been, which is when I suggested doing this. Took me a while to convince her to go along with all of it, but when she finally did…well,” Stella and Mia laughed looking at one another. “She really got into her role.”

“No shit,” I said looking over at Chris. “And obviously you too?”

I noticed however she had a semi worried look in her eyes. Almost immediately I knew the initiation fiasco hadn’t been a part of this, so I just smiled her way giving her a quick wink. Seeing the relief in her face, I knew then that Chris now owed me one! Though I didn’t plan on collecting it at this point either. But it would make for a nice insurance policy…just in case.

“Anyway…just so you know, and provided you’re ok with it…I told mom that she can borrow you from time to time, whenever she gets the urge, or wants to indulge a desire or fantasy here and there. She’s not ready to settle down or get serious with another man yet, so for the time being anyway…I figured as long as she had some kind of outlet for her needs…” She grinned. “And besides, you’re starting to wear me out. You and that constantly hard cock of yours. I could use a little relief once in a while. As for Chris…well, Chris is Chris always will be.

I also figured as much as she loves to tease and torture you half the time running around the way she does, she might just as well do so with my blessings rather than make a big deal out of it. Aside from a little harmless fondling on occasion, or doing things like this, she’s assured me that’s all she’d enjoy continuing to do, being her normal everyday self. So anyway…here we are, what do you think about your gift? Your surprise?”

“What I think is…this just became my favorite room in the entire house!”

Once again the girls laughed, me joining them as the realization of everything that had gone on really began sinking in.

“Oh and Thomas? One more thing…” Stella began.

“Take out your cock!” All three then said in unison.

-End-