When I got home from work late the next day, Angela was sitting at the kitchen counter, editing the photos she’d taken over the weekend. When I flopped down on the couch with a groan, she asked, “What’s wrong?” as she got up and sat down next to me on the couch, a worried look on her face.
“I had some setbacks at work today,” I said, leaning my head back. “The Coastal Commission wants a ton of revisions on one of our projects, and making the changes will probably send the whole thing under water.”
“Under water?” she asked, her brow furrowed.
“We won’t make any money on the deal. We’ll probably lose a lot, actually,” I explained.
“When you say a lot of money, how much do you mean?”
“Well, it’s a swing of maybe twenty million bucks,” I said.
“You’ll lose twenty million dollars?” Angela breathed, her eyes wide.
“No, maybe three million. But it would’ve returned seventeen or so if we’d been able to go ahead with the original plans,” I said, sitting up straight.
“Are you still going to do it? Lose three million, I mean?” Angela asked, trying to wrap her mind around the idea of losing more money than she’d seen in her whole life.
“I spent all afternoon talking to the various investors, trying to figure out what to do. It’s been a real mess,” I said.
Leaning in and giving me a kiss, Angela got a mischievous smile. “Go take a shower. I know just how to make your day better.”
“Yeah?” I asked, hoping it meant what I hoped it meant.
“Go shower,” Angela commanded. “I’ll get everything ready.”
When I emerged from the shower wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I saw that Angela had set out a pair of jeans, a T shirt, and a hoodie for me on the bed, dashing the fantasies I’d been exploring while in the shower. I dressed in the clothes that Angela had picked out, including the Chuck Taylors. When I stepped out into the living room I saw that she was also dressed casually in a pair of uncharacteristically loose jeans, cross trainers and one of my Stanford T shirts.
I found it endearing that Angela kept wearing my old T shirts, both because they looked cute on her (as oversized as they were), and because I saw it as a subconscious claim she was staking on me. ‘This is my girlfriend’s shirt’ might as well have been written on it in black ink.
Grabbing her own sweatshirt, she took my hand and pulled me to the door. “Think of this as part of the weekend,” she said, tugging me along. “I still get to decide what we’re doing.”
Smiling at my adorable girlfriend, I made only token resistance as she towed me along to the garage and her little convertible.
Sure, we’d have been more comfortable in any of my cars, but this went along with her ‘surprise Leah with fun stuff’ agenda from the weekend, so I folded myself into the little car without complaint.
An hour’s drive took us to an industrial park in Fullerton, and just as I was wondering where the heck we were even going, I saw the sign for an indoor go-kart racing track and my smile grew wide.
I squeezed Angela’s thigh as she pulled into the parking area for the track. “What made you think of this?” I asked.
“I saw an ad for it a while ago,” she explained as we got out of the car. “I don’t know why it popped into my head when you came home looking so down in the dumps.”
“I appreciate it, babe, I really do,” I said, giving her a kiss as we walked to the door.
The place was much nicer inside than I’d have guessed from the fairly nondescript commercial tilt-up exterior. The reception area was nice and clean, with the mandatory souvenir T shirts and the like on display, as well as signage explaining the different pricing. Angela walked up to the counter and told the receptionist her name, receiving two bundles- obviously she’d prepaid for two of the premium packages. Each bundle contained a brightly-colored wristband, some food vouchers, and a T shirt with the place’s checkered-flag logo on it.
“Are you hungry?" Angela asked. “Should we eat first?”
Charmed by Angela’s eagerness, I said, “You’re the one who gets to decide these things. You pick.”
“Let’s eat, then,” she said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the surprisingly stylish burger lounge off the main track area. Of course, it was race-car themed and the checkered motif was everywhere, but it was clean and well-done. The place even had actual menus and servers that came to your table, not just a fast-food order counter.
The grilled chicken sandwich I had was much better than expected, and the whole place was rapidly rising in my estimation. There weren’t a whole lot of racers out on the track, but it was a Monday night, after all.
Watching the electric karts zooming around, I was impressed by the speed they were hitting by the end of the short straight. By my guess they must have been reaching speeds of over thirty miles an hour, which doesn’t sound like much, but on that tight track it was plenty fast.
After we ate, we headed over to the racing check-in counter. The attendant gave us a safety talk, and asked a few questions to make sure we’d been listening. We were issued racing helmets and assigned lockers for our stuff, then it was off to the races, literally. At the top of the hour there was a practice session, then qualifying, and finally a ten-minute race to finish the hour off. This schedule repeated every hour, so we had a number of chances to get on the box.
I had a complete blast, zooming around that little track. To my surprise, I wasn’t consistently the fastest driver- it was clear that a few of the others there that night were regulars and knew the performance of the karts well.
Still, I got third on the night’s leader boards, which earned me a kiss from my sweet girlfriend who had been totally right- she did know how to get me out of my down mood.
I told her so on the way home and thanked her for a really fun time.
“I’m glad you liked it,” she said, giving me one of those smiles that completely lit up her face.
It was late when we got home and we were both pretty tired, so we just went straight to bed. Spooning Angela, I kissed the back of her neck. “Thanks again, Ange,” I said. “I had a great time tonight.”
“I’m glad,” she replied. “I hate seeing you unhappy like that.”
The next day was a school day so I would normally not have worked, but I still had to deal with some of the fallout from the Coastal Commission’s rejection of our proposal, so I spent the morning emailing and phoning the various parties involved.
Angela got back from the gym a little after ten or so, so we had an early lunch before her ride to the airport.
“I wish you could go, too,” she said as we ate by the poolside. “I’m going to miss you in New York.”
“You’ll have Emmy,” I said. “And it’ll only be for a few days. I’ll fly in Saturday morning.”
“Why not Friday night?”
“I have to put in an appearance at the club on Friday night,” I explained.
“What club?” Angela asked.
“That’s right- you’ve never been to San Jose, have you? I have a speakeasy there, and I’m sort of a fixture.” Of course, then I had to explain what a speakeasy was, and what I meant by my being a fixture. By the time lunch was over, Angela understood the whole thing and wanted to see the place.
“I’d love to bring you there,” I said. “In some sort of long, slinky red dress. That would be perfect.”
“You go up there twice a month, right? Maybe I can go with you next time.”
“It’s a date, babe,” I said, leaning over to kiss her. “We just need to get you the red dress before then.”
“I have a red dress,” Angela protested.
“Tell Emmy you need a new red dress for the speakeasy- she’ll know exactly what I mean, and she’ll find you the perfect one.”
“So Emmy gets to use me as her life-sized dress-up doll again?” Angela said, smiling.
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“Get used to it,” I agreed with a laugh.
After class on Thursday night I flew up to San Jose with my prized new decoration for the condo bedroom. I found the hammer and picture hooks in the tool box in the laundry room and had that framed photo up on the wall opposite the bed before I even unpacked my clothes. I found myself amused by the thought that now we needed a nude picture of Emmy in the condo in Los Angeles to complete the trio, with me on the wall in New York and Angela in San Jose.
Satisfied, I unpacked and settled into bed, lonely but secure in the knowledge that I’d be cuddling with my two bunnies in less than forty-eight hours.
I was at the office bright and early Friday morning, ready to face a day full of meetings. It was past six by the time I got everything wrapped up- the down side to trying to pack everything into a single day. I went home, changed, and then ate dinner at the steak house before heading back into the hidden bar.
I went through the same motions as always, glad-handing the regulars and making a show of being the boss, but my heart really wasn’t into it. In the back of my mind was the nagging thought that I could sleep with Emmy and Angela that night if it weren’t for having to show my face at the club, and that killed my enthusiasm for even being there.
I’d like to think that none of the clients could tell that I was only there in body and not in spirit, but I knew it, and felt guilty about not giving it my all.
I was on my way to New York after a couple of site inspections first thing the next morning, my mood improving with every mile that the jet flew towards Emmy and Angela.
“It’s good to see you, Wally,” I said, greeting our driver at Teterboro’s executive terminal. “I want to stop somewhere and get flowers on the way to the house,” I told him as he took my bags.
Smiling, he said, “There’s a florist only a few blocks away from the townhouse, Miss Leah. If we get the flowers there they won’t suffer from the time in the car.”
“You know New York best,” I said.
The flowers were a big hit with both Emmy and Angela- the few extra minutes the side trip to the florist required certainly paid off. I made a mental note to do that more often in the future, as the two most beautiful women in the world showered me with kisses.
“I am so happy you are here!” Emmy said in between kisses.
“I wish I could stay longer, but one night here is better than none,” I replied.
“One night?” Angela asked, her dismay clear by her expression.
“Yeah, I have a flight back to LA tomorrow night,” I said.
“That sucks,” Angela said, pouting.
“At least you had her for a long weekend,” Emmy said, giving Angela a playful shove.
Looking around, I asked, “Who else is here?”
“Mia, of course, but Luisa is out right now. She will be home later. Jen and Lee left yesterday for Los Angeles- they will be back on Tuesday. Jackson is visiting friends in Boston this weekend,” Emmy said.
“So no recording this weekend?” I asked, hopeful.
“No- we are taking a little break,” Emmy confirmed.
“Do you guys have any plans for tonight?” I asked, looking at Emmy and Angela in turn.
“No,” Angela said. “Well, that’s not entirely true. We talked about getting take-out and staying in and snuggling.”
“That's a plan I can get behind,” I said, happy with the idea of just spending time with the two of them.
Wally had come back down from taking my luggage upstairs by this point. “Will you be needing me tonight?” he asked.
“Just to bring Luisa home when she’s done at her aunt’s house,” Emmy replied. “I think that is all.”
“Alright then, I’ll head out. Call if you need me for anything,” he said, giving us a goodnight nod.
Once he was gone, I asked where Mia was, getting shrugs in reply.
“I know she’s here somewhere,” Angela said. “Why?”
“I was just wondering if we’re gonna get interrupted in the parlor again,” I said with a smirk as we crowded into the elevator.
“No, we aren’t,” Angela announced with finality. “Because we aren’t going to be having sex anywhere people might barge in on us again.”
“Says the girl who wanted to make out in front of everybody at the pool the other day,” I countered.
Angela blushed, her pale cheeks turning bright pink. “That was different!” she protested, getting a laugh from Emmy.
After dinner, Emmy, Angela and I went up to our bedroom. I was pretty tired, since I’d been up since before two in the morning East Coast time. Emmy was more sensitive to that than Angela was, so she drew me a bath to help me unwind. Emmy and Angela didn’t climb into the tub with me- they just found places to sit so we could chat about my work, the trip Angela and I had taken to Catalina, and how the recording was coming along.
I had a brief moment of embarrassment when I realized that I was the only naked one in the room, but immediately recognized I was being silly. The two were my wife and our lover, after all, and both had seen me naked plenty, and I’d seen them in their birthday suits just as much.
When I finally climbed out of that big tub the two jumped at the opportunity to towel me off. Sure, this had been a game of Emmy’s and mine for years, but it was somehow special that Angela had adopted the habit so quickly.
Angela was a beautiful woman, sure, but it was her easy-going nature and playful attitude that were endearing her to me the most.
It was too early for bedtime for the other two (especially Emmy) so as I slid between the sheets Emmy turned off the lights and Angela and Emmy relaxed on the couch by the fire. Sure, they weren’t in my arms, but hearing their quiet voices as they chatted soon lulled me into a pleasant sleep.
It was pouring down with rain when I woke, so I decided to get my workout in the home gym rather than going out for a run. Angela was already well into her workout, done with the selfie part of her routine. She was lifting the barbell with her hips, supporting her weight on her feet and her shoulders on the bench. It was a bizarre-looking exercise, and one that I probably wouldn’t be able to manage so well.
Angela saw my puzzled look and explained between reps that it was a glute strengthening exercise that also worked a few of the other muscles in the area, like the quadriceps.
“It looks, um…” I said, trying to think of a way of saying that watching Angela thrust her hips up like that gave me funny feelings in my lady bits.
Seeing my face, Angela said, “Shut the door.”
Understanding what she was getting at, I did as she instructed, thankful I’d skipped the morning’s run.
Angela was quickly stripping out of her sport bra and pulling off her leggings, only leaving her cross-trainers on. I would never have thought of those Reeboks as sexy before, but now, they somehow transformed into the most erotic footwear imaginable.
Watching my face, Angela resumed the barbell hip thrusts. Her nude body had the slightest sheen of sweat as she worked out, which was soon mirrored by my own body temperature’s rise.
I watched her from various angles as Angela’s butt went from resting on the floor to level with her knees and shoulders, then back down again, over and over.
“Ange,” I said. “Why is this the first time we’ve done this? This is just about the sexiest thing I have ever seen!”
“I’ve suggested it many times before,” she said as she sat on the floor and rolled the barbell away, then picked up a dumbbell and started doing some rows. I moved around again, finally deciding that my favorite view was from almost directly behind. Watching the muscles of Angela’s back flex as she worked, my eyes trailed down the length of her spine and down to her truly magnificent butt, then the little bit of pink between her powerful thighs. All I could think of was chewing on that pretty little thing like a piece of bubblegum as the moisture in my own pussy was getting too hard to ignore.
Angela set the dumbbell back on the rack and set up for a bench press, which proved to be too much for me. As she raised and lowered that bar, I knelt at the end of the bench and rested my hands on her knees, gently moving her legs farther apart.
Angela set the bar back in the rack as I slid my hands up her thighs, moving them farther apart as I did so.
I started with soft kisses on her sweaty mons, getting sexy noises from Angela with every touch of my lips. She was as aroused as I was, and the salt on her skin blended with her musk as I breathed in and out. I used my lower lip to play with her pink rosebud's little golden ring. I’d never seen that particular piece of body jewelry before, but I took full advantage of it as I hooked the tip of my tongue in the hoop and gave it the softest of tugs.
“Ah, fuck!” Angela moaned as I tugged and teased. I returned to kissing the smooth skin of her puffy outer labia and inner thighs, easing off until Angela grabbed my head and pulled my face back squarely where she wanted me.
She tasted so good when I slid my tongue up and down her folds that I never wanted to stop, and judging by the way she was pulling my hair, trying to force my face even harder between her legs, she was perfectly happy with the way things were going.
The angle was awkward, though, so I pulled her farther down the bench so her butt was right on the very end. I spread her legs even wider, marveling at the gloriously bright pink wrinkles and folds of Angela’s pussy. It really was bubblegum pink, and like bubblegum, it was there to chew on. Metaphorically, anyway. I certainly wasn’t going to use teeth on Angela, as much as Emmy occasionally liked a soft scrape across her sensitive parts. No, with Angela, it was all lips, tongue, and hot breath to bring her to a loud, shuddering orgasm as she called out my name.
I sat back on my heels, enjoying the sight of Angela's glorious pussy as her ragged breathing caused her chest and belly to shudder unevenly.
“What was that noise?” Emmy asked as she poked her head into the gym. “Oh!” she said, realizing what had awakened her at the other end of the hall. Emmy slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She joined me, resting a hand on Angela’s knee, then stroking up and down Angela’s thigh.
“She has a very beautiful pussy,” Emmy said, using her thumb to circle around the new gold ring.
“It tastes good, too,” I confirmed.
Emmy leaned in and kissed Angela right at the bottom of her slit, then slowly drew her long, graceful tongue up, up, up between the folds, finally hooking her tongue in the ring the way I had earlier.
Angela’s head had lolled back at this second assault. “Ahh… Em…” she groaned. “Gently- I’m still really sensitive.”
“Of course, my beauty,” Emmy replied as she barely skimmed her lower lip across the overheated flesh.
I’d moved to the side to give Emmy better access and me a better view. As hot as watching Angela work out nude had been, this was far, far better. Emmy was using the very lightest of touches as her fingertips slid up and down Angela’s thighs, making Angela shiver with the sensation even before Emmy’s lips and tongue returned to teasing Angela’s delicate pink parts.
Watching Emmy tantalize Angela with such exquisitely soft touches, driving her to a second earth-shattering climax, was without a doubt the single most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Emmy’s approach had been so different than mine, and yet we both rocked Angela’s world all the same.
“Ay, Dios,” Angela groaned as she tried to sit up, her breathing still labored. “That was intense- I don’ think I’ll be able to put my tights back on.”
Emmy grinned in self-satisfaction, her face still covered in Angela’s juices. “You need a bath, Angie. I think we all do.”
Angela wasn’t able to stand up under her own power, so I scooped her up in my arms and followed Emmy back to our bedroom, carrying Angela like a bride across the threshold. Emmy started filling the tub as I set Angela down on the dressing bench by the vanity so I could shimmy out of my own clothes. The tub was huge, but with the three of us it would be crowded even still. Not too crowded to be fun, mind you. Angela got in first, then me, and Emmy last.
The bath was a lot of fun, more playful than overtly sexual. We washed each others’ hair, soaped each other up, taking every opportunity presented to cop a feel or get a little squeeze in, but mostly just in fun. We’d already had our sex, after all, so this was just afterplay.
After our bath we dried each other off, then got dressed in comfy clothes for lounging around the house for the day. The heavy rain outside gave us no desire to go out and do anything, so it was just going to be a lazy day, which was fine with the three of us.