Chapter 14

I arrived home to find all the shades pulled on the bottom floor. A note and a black silk sleeping mask were pinned to the door.

Tiger,

1. Put on the mask.
2. Enter the house and proceed immediately upstairs and shower.
3. Shower with the door closed. You may take the mask off for shower only.
4. Dry off. Mask up and come downstairs to the living room. Naked.
5. No peeking.

I shuddered hard as my heart started beating like a triphammer. Oh, man. I put the mask on and stepped into the house. I closed the door behind me and paused to listen. I could hear only my heart thudding in my chest.

I proceeded upstairs and bathed and shaved. I’ve always been clean-shaven. Beards seemed very trendy and I abhor trends.

I toweled off and brushed my teeth and hair. Then I redonned my mask and proceeded down the stairs. The house was quiet as a tomb. I stepped into the living room and stopped.

Angie’s voice purred from my right. “Such a good boy who follows directions.” A hand touched my shoulder and slid down my right arm. “Isn’t that right, babe?’

Lauren replied from my left. “Yes. He’s very, very good.” I felt Lauren approach me and caressed my face on both sides. “He’s even shaved for us.”

Angie sighed as she moved behind me. “How nice. No whisker burns on my cunny. Very thoughtful.” Angie’s hand caressed my ass. “Is he hard for us?”

Lauren slid her hand down to my cock. “Like a bar of steel, I’d say. Oh, listen to him breathing. Are you turned on lover?”

Truth is, I’d been rock hard since I stepped out of the shower. “I’ve never been this turned on. What is happening?” I shivered with anticipation.

Angie answered stepping in close behind me, planting a kiss on my back as her arms wrapped around me to caress my stomach. I could feel her boobs pressing into my back through some sort of material “What’s happening Tiger, is a great big thank you from the management staff of Hobby Haven.”

Lauren leaned in and held my arms at my sides. “You see, yesterday we finished paying off the loan we used to revamp the store. We are officially and completely, in the black. And this, we owe a large part of, to you.”

I stammered. “Nah, umm, you were already headed in the right direction.”

“Perhaps, “Lauren began, “But your know-how, experience, and hard work made it happen so much sooner. So, we have prepared a little thank you.”

Angie came around to my side and her hand slid down to my cock. “Don’t you want our thank you, Tiger?” She said with a pout in her voice. Angie didn’t rub my cock, she just touched it. My cock twitched and stretched out for more like something with a mind of its own.

“Oh God yes. Please. Please.” I whispered the last.

I heard the two ladies walk away and heard the creak of the furniture as they sat down.

After an endless minute, Lauren spoke. “You can take off the mask, my love.”

I reached up and with trembling hands and pulled off the mask. The sight that awaited me tuned my knees to jelly and made my gut clench.

On the sofa lay Lauren. She reclined like an empress on a royal divan. She wore a black open-cup shelf bra. Her lovely breasts were on full display. Her makeup was dark in a Morticia Adams kind of way. Below was a lovely pair of lace panties and a pair of black leather heels. I hadn’t seen Lauren in anything taller than a two-inch pump, which she wore nearly every day. These were at least four inches. Her skin shone with some sort of oil. I couldn’t stop trembling.

Angela had opened the recliner portion of the loveseat opposite Lauren and faced me with her legs spread. She wore light makeup with a lot of pinks. She wore a sheer, powder blue, baby-doll negligee, and lacey blue thong panties. I could see the lips of her outer labia; the strip of cloth was so narrow. Her lovely big tits were bare behind the sheer fabric. Her skin also glistened from some sort of oil. On her feet were two-inch heeled slippers, with the little feathered poof on them, that matched the negligee.

It occurred to me that the ladies had sort of swapped styles. Each one was wearing what I would have expected the other to wear. Hot and slutty switched with innocent and demure and vice versa. The effect was a mind scrambler. I helplessly sank to my knees. The room had been rearranged so the sofa and loveseat were at right angles to one another and between them on the floor was Lauren’s queen-sized mattress. There were fresh sheets on everything. The box of the girl’s toys lay between the sofa and the loveseat.

I rubbed my eyes. “If I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up.” I looked at Lauren. “Am I dreaming?”

Lauren stood and strode toward me, leg over leg, showing off her long legs and the heels emphasized everything. She leaned over and picked up my hand. She lifted it to her mouth and sucked my middle finger into her mouth. After getting it suitably wet, she lowered my hand and slid it between her legs. I felt before I saw that her panties were crotchless. Her pussy was wet and completely bare-shaven. “Does this feel like a dream?”

I collapsed onto her and buried my face in her vulva. I inhaled the scent of her and felt her wetness on my face.

“Our thank you, my love, is this. Tonight, we are both yours, you may use us in any way you wish, together. We’ve been saving this experience for this celebration.”

It might surprise you, dear reader, to know that though I’d slept with both of these ladies on several occasions, in each instance the third member quietly left the room, or watched quietly. Much as I had the morning of the sixty-nine. We hadn’t yet had a true threesome and I’d wondered why. I’d kept my thoughts to myself though. I valued my relationship with Lauren too much to ask “Why am I not getting more?” Now I knew. It had been their plan for a while it seemed.

Lauren led me to the mattress and gestured I should lie down. She looked at Angie. “Babe, I think we’ve overloaded his decision-making circuits. We’re going to have to get this started ourselves.”

And she was dead right. I wanted to touch them both everywhere, kiss them everywhere, put my cock everywhere! Where to start?