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6.
The trio rinsed off in the large glassed-in shower in the master suite ensuring that all parties were squeaky clean and ready for the day. Debbie had texted Bill to let him know that they would indeed be back over this evening for an after-dinner soak and was confirming with Jack when Cindy piped up.
"Can I gate crash? I don't have anything going on with Max out of town and Debbie crashed my party yesterday anyway."
Jack looked at Debbie, raising his eyebrows to ask Debbie the same question.
Debbie shrugged, "Hell, why not. I've had a lot of fun playing with you and Bill already knows you're over here. It'll be fun to give the little guy a thrill."
"Be very clear with Bill," Jack began, "that he will not get to touch Cindy unless I allow it. Please remind him that my house means my rules and that he's to follow my directions if he wants this to continue."
Debbie agreed and kissed Jack before winking at Cindy and swishing out of the door. Cindy took her leave with a kiss as well, leaving Jack in a suddenly empty house.
It was for the best,
he thought. He knew that he needed to take stock of his life given how seemingly every facet of if was in turmoil. Work was fine for the moment, but he would need to be ready to hit the ground running next week. His assistant had emailed requesting that he take a look at his calendar so he could be ready for the slate of meetings and presentations the coming week would hold.
He then thought about the house. He had given Debbie a budget, his preferences, and told her to do as she saw fit. So the decorations would be taken care of. He decided he should order some furniture and so proceeded to dress and leave the house to run some errands while he continued to mull his current situation.
The furniture store was easy enough: soft, squishy leather covered a couple chairs and couches that would be delivered later in the afternoon. Similarly, the big box electronic store promised to deliver the TV's and sound system in a few hours.
With these tasks handled, Jack turned his thoughts to his love life, or more properly the lack thereof. Was he doing the same thing to Max and Bill that the trainer had done to him? Is this why he had agreed and pursued these women? Where the hell had all of this come from?
He had always enjoyed rough sex: spanking, biting, orgasm denial, and some friendly scratching were all part of his normal routine with his ex-wife. She had been the submissive in the relationship just as these women were. He wondered if he was doing this to right a wrong, to get back at the universe for how his marriage had ended. He didn't think so. Everyone involved were consenting adults and walked into this with eyes wide open. Hell, based on Bill's reaction he was doing the man a favor and Debbie certainly appeared to be enjoying herself.
Unable to discover any new revelation or insight, Jack decided to continue to go with the flow. These relationships were allowing him to spread his sexual wings, to try out the fantasies that had lurked in the corners of his mind for years, never expecting to see the light of day. He had seen his fair share of cuckold porn and even read some erotica with the same theme though he never felt there was enough from the bull's perspective. He never identified with the cuckold impulse but had no qualms with those who harbored those sentiments, especially in light of the recent events. He resolved to make sure that all parties in both couples were as sexually satisfied as he was with this arrangement.
On a whim he texted Bill, providing the latter with a short list of things to pick up for this evening's soiree. "Don't let Debbie see them though," Jack cautioned, "it'll be our surprise."
"Lol" Bill replied. "Based on this list I'm sure we'll both be surprised. Can't wait!"
The text was followed with a string of emojis that Jack didn't bother trying to decipher. He had never been very good at reading the nuanced displays on the little faces and Bill's selections were a seemingly eclectic bunch of eggplants, tongues, tacos, and winking faces.
He got the point.
Jack returned home just in time for his lawn care equipment to be delivered fulfilling the store's commitment made on Sunday, followed by the electronics and finally the furniture. He was surprised at how quickly the house seemed to fill.
He made a quick grilled chicken salad for dinner and decided to take a quick shower before his guests arrived. He opted for a robe after his shower, figuring there wasn't much point in putting anything else on. He went to the kitchen, pulling bottles of Hendrick's gin and Grey Goose from the cupboard along with martini glasses, cucumbers, lemons, and a bottle of olives that he had purchased for guests. He had no idea why people insisted on polluting perfectly good booze with the rancid things, but to each his own.
Cindy was the first to arrive, her pretty blue eyes framed by her blonde locks, her figure obscured by a light blue sundress. Jack bent his neck and kissed her hungrily once the door had shut behind her. He pushed her against the door, one hand on her breast, the other kneading the warm flesh of her ass. She moaned into his mouth and he could feel her nipple harden in the palm of his hand beneath the thin fabric.
"I Skyped with Max today," she gasped as their lips parted. "Debbie told me that it was OK to let him in on their arrangement with you. I thought he was going to cum right then and there." She giggled, happiness twinkling in her eyes. "Apparently there is an issue with the company's field system, something about the 'scope of existing data not being sufficient for indications of success given current mission parameters.'"
Jack smiled at her. He was happy that she had thought it important enough to get this detail right: it boded well for her marriage.
"So that means that Max will be back here by tomorrow night!" She bounced with enthusiasm as she spoke, and Jack was made even happier still.
"Fantastic!" Jack replied and was a bit surprised to find out that he was actually looking forward to seeing Max again. He thought it likely that Cindy's willingness to indulge his fantasies would lead to Max fulfilling her needs, which would engender her gratitude and libido.
A virtuous cycle from beginning to end,
he thought wryly.
"Can we have another party then too? I really want Max to be here."
"Of course," Jack replied, "the more the merrier."
He had just finished mixing martinis in a shaker when the doorbell chimed, indicating the arrival of Debbie and Bill. He ushered them in, taking yet another bottle of wine from Bill thinking he'd have to start drinking the stuff eventually or he'd run out of space.
