~~~ Wednesday ~~~
After classes, Kasey met Aunt Betty at the bank and got things rolling on the bridge loan.
I grabbed some boxes from the store and we started packing up things that didn’t need to be left out. We worked on that for a while, did our homework, ate some leftovers, and then went back to packing again. My mom & dad made me some space in their garage and I started shuttling boxes over there each time I went to classes.
Aunt Betty called to say we had our first prospective buyers coming the next day. We tidied up a little before bed – but I would need to finish the rest after the girls left in the morning.
In bed, we kissed & cuddled – and they were a little nicer to me. I don’t think they were feeling sorry for me – they were just more focused on our game-plan for showing the house and getting ready to move. It might not have hurt that I didn’t pleasure them either – so they were more cognizant of what I was enduring.
~~~ Thursday ~~~
Once Kasey and I were out of class, we stopped and picked up her mom. Today was our day to start getting documents changed over to their new last names. Kelsey’s approval had finally come through – on the name change – and we had several stops to make. Some of them could be done by mail – like the Post Office and the IRS. The DMV required an in-person visit – and that’s where we headed first. Once my wives had new IDs, we headed to the Social Security office. Once we finished all of those errands, we decided to grab dinner – out – before heading back to the house.
My tormentors must have been feeling sorry for me. They finally gave in and let me go to Gas Station Sushi. I told Mr. Kim how much I’d missed him. He brought me a double-order of Crab Rangoons while we waited for our food. Since I knew it might be years before they’d let me return again, I ordered an extra meal – to go – so I could have more at home later. My lovers looked at me like I’d lost my mind. I simply told them, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” Kasey, sitting across from me, rubbed the sole of her bare foot across my crotch and I warned her that it’d been 48 hours since I’d cum and that she was risking getting thrown onto the table for sex. She cackled in laughter but then quit when she realized I was serious. She snickered when Mr. Kim returned with our food and I could only imagine that she was thinking about what it would look like as he stood there – holding our meals – as I finished dumping a load of cum into her belly on top of the table we’d soon be eating on.
We got home and did homework – and then the girls worked on packing more things while I ran to Pop’s to do a shift. They stacked the boxes in the garage for me to move the next day.
Kasey reported that Aunt Betty had called to say that the family who had come through – earlier in the day – was trying to figure out whether or not to make an offer. She also told us there were multiple clients lined up for Friday & Saturday – and an open house scheduled for Sunday.
Kelsey called my mom to see if it would be okay to hang out with her after church and she said she’d love to have the company.
When I got home from work, we headed to bed – where I got hugs & kisses – and then they let me fall asleep in their arms.
~~~ Friday ~~~
When we arrived home from our classes, Aunt Betty was just finishing with the last family for the day. We waited in the car, in the drive. Once they were on their way, she came over to tell us that one of the two groups who had seen the house today was interested. She was hoping that – by the end of the weekend – we’d have a bidding-war going. She said that – as soon as we had a solid offer – and the paperwork had been started – the bank would approve the bridge-loan – and we could call Mr. Winkler to arrange closing on the underground house.
I headed off to Pop’s – promising to bring a pie home with me – when I came. I would rather be helping the girls pack but Friday nights were always the best tips.
One of my deliveries went to Carol’s house. She asked several nosey questions – looking to see if I was wearing my wedding ring – and then only tipped me a dollar – not that I was really surprised.
The rest of the night flew by and I wouldn’t have even remembered to grab my pizza to take home with me if one of the girls at the counter hadn’t reminded me.
I got home to find an all-too-familiar Lincoln parked at the edge of our property. Maybe she was just visiting one of her spotters – but it still pissed me off.
I opened the front door and called Kasey to come take the pizza. I handed the box to her, returned to my car, grabbed a Dollar General bag from the stash under the seat, walked over to Mrs. Jordan’s house, turned on my flashlight, and looked around for a fresh pile of dog shit. It took me a couple minutes, but I found one that would do, picked up a chunk – using the plastic bag as a glove – and squeezed it in my fist – heading for the Lincoln. When I got there, I smeared it all over the door handle – making sure every square inch had a nice thick coat. I went to the trashcan, turned my “glove” inside out, and disposed of it – heading inside – with my hand in the air so that I wouldn’t accidentally touch anything. I immediately headed for the washroom to make sure I got rid of whatever might have squeaked through a tear in the bag before I joined the girls for dinner. Kasey went to the front room, and laughingly told her mom what I’d been up to as I was getting cleaned up.
We took the pizza to the dining room table. It was late. The girls were tired – and so was I. We decided to just grab a slice or two – and throw the rest in the fridge. I realized the blinds were open and went to shut them – peering into the darkness for a moment – but I didn’t see anything. Either she wasn’t there – or she was getting better at not getting caught. As I joined the girls to finish my slices, I snickered – thinking about what her face would look like when she discovered my little surprise.
Kasey had calculated that tonight was the beginning of our best window – for the pills having worn off – as well as Kelsey ovulating. I was looking forward to cumming in somebody’s twat and I really wasn’t particular about whose it was. With the ramp-up to the weddings, the honeymoons, and my lovers’ active libidos, it had been a while since I’d gone this long without sex.
Mindful that I probably wouldn’t last long, my wives had everything planned out. First I would fuck a baby into Kelsey, one or both of them would suck & stroke me back to hardness, and then Kasey would get an orgasm or two. If Kelsey wasn’t already sated, she could get another one or two after her daughter was finished. Like I said, as long as my cock spent the night stuffed in somebody’s pussy, I was as happy as a clam.
I’ve always wondered how we know clams are happy. I just knew I was going to be more than happy to have my prick shoved in somebody’s bearded clam.
My former Science teacher was in her normal sleeping spot. The plan was that – once her twat was full of cock-snot – she wouldn’t want to move – and take a chance on losing any of it. She had a pillow tucked under her ass – and was waiting – knees spread wide – for me to fill her.
I was worried that the pillow would interfere with my usual kisses – so I crawled up beside her to make out with her – using my free hand to touch, stroke, pinch, and tease her magnificent body – from her neck to her taint. Soon, she was panting – and ordered me to get my prick inside of her.
I moved to my place – between her knees – and slid it slowly inside – savoring the feel of her vaginal muscles pulling me in – holding me – resisting when I retreated. My brain was full of lightning bolts. It was like I was having sex for the first time again. The stimulation – all the way up & down my shaft – was firing urgent messages at my brain. My head was buzzing – and my ears were full of the sexy sounds & pleadings coming from my lover.
My hands were on her knees – leaning her legs back, slightly, and opening her beautiful body up for me to ravage. Her pussy felt amazing and I was quickly reaching my limit.