Chris kissed both women long and hard before walking out the door. He was scheduled to go on a work trip to close out a large deal for his boss, but being away from each other this far into the pregnancy attempts and just a week after Melinda had started trying, just felt wrong. They had gone at it for a solid 4 hours the night before and he more stumbled to the car than anything.
"They've been married for years before we did anything together," he chided himself as he started the engine and waved to the ladies from the doorway, "they'll be perfectly fine for a few days without me."
Cut to a week later and the women were seriously starting to feel it. They had each other, sure, but the strap on just wasn't cutting it anymore after the real thing, and Bailey's jaw was seriously sore from continuously eating her wife out. They had never thought that they'd miss dick so much and their behavior was truly showing it. Melinda was snapping more often at small things in her everyday life, taking more breaks to calm down than usual. Bailey, on the other hand, had to start locking her office door to relieve her sexual frustration on her lunch breaks.
He was scheduled to be back, conveniently on Halloween night, and their sex addled minds had planned for everything it entailed. The house was decked out in the front as a full blown graveyard. Tombstones, zombie hands coming out of the ground, spider webs covering the front porch, the whole shebang.
Their outfits were a mix of sexy and wicked as they both wore matching witch costumes. Melinda had on a short black dress, flowing down to her mid thigh, a black and red corset, pushing her breasts high and lace see-through sleeves going down her arms, but leaving her shoulders bare. The knee high black socks and a large witches hat finished off the look, along with her red lipstick and dark eye makeup.
Bailey wore the same fashion, but instead of the red, she wore a black and dark purple corset and lipstick. They were so in love with the look, they kept sending selfies out to Chris to show off.
Halloween was in full swing with trick or treaters on their block. Little ghouls and goblins ran up to the beautiful women and played in their graveyard without a care. It wasn't until the traffic had died down, did he finally pull up their driveway. Clad in flannel, baggy jeans and a toy shotgun, he smiled as he walked up to the excited women.
"Ladies," he started in his best Dean Winchester impression, "I heard there were some witches in the area that needed to be dealt with. Seen anything I need to be aware of?"
The women both stared at him for a long moment, smiles straining at their lips before breaking down in a fit of laughter. "Oh my God, did you practice that in a mirror or something?" Howled Melinda, holding on to the door frame as she tried to calm her composure.
Bailey was fully bent over and laughing loudly at the funniest attempt to be sexy she'd ever seen. "Are you fucking serious? That was the saddest attempt to get into our panties I've ever heard in my life!"
Chris stood there, toy gun over his shoulder and waited until the laughter died down. He watched the women slowly get back to an upright position before allowing him entry. Locking the door and turning off their porch lights, they turned to Chris with a practiced pose.
Turning to face one another, the women hugged each other tightly and put their temples together. Pursing their lips, they looked as seductive as they could before saying in perfect synchrony, "We've been waiting for you Chris. And now we have you."
It was the sexiest thing Chris had seen this week, which wasn't a high bar to be honest, but the way his blood flowed straight to his cock was impressive. "And you've been waiting on..."
He asked, putting the toy gun on the sofa and holding his hands in a soccer goalie catch pose. He new the signs of the women at this point. The way Bailey bit her bottom lip in anticipation. The way Melinda's eyes traveled over his body, stopping at the bulge rising in his pants before looking back up to his face.
And it was like someone shot the starting gun to a race as they both ran at him and tackled him to the recliner. He was covered in red and purple as the women kissed his lips and neck. The feel of his large hands on their bodies was like a puzzle piece finally fitting into place and the heat of his body finally melted what was left of the cold forgotten part of their lust.
