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I pressed back into the chair and the dark corner. My mouth was dry again. I was going to reach for the Coke, but, I was shaking like a leaf.
Both women were wrapped in bath towels. Those luxurious white ones that I can't get wedged in the crack of my ass so I don't use them.
"Thank you, Cully. It's so nice and cozy in this room. Really." Rosie
I held my tongue as I'd been told. And I'd remained seated instead of standing at their entrance. My naked state and engorged penis made standing vulgar.
"He's been apprised of the rules, Rosie, and will obey I assure you. I want you to feel comfortable and to home. You're our guest, Rosie. And you're most welcome."
This meant I'd be footing the entire bill. After years I understood fully and been apprised repeatedly that protocol. Early on: "We have to pay, Dale, it's the right thing to do." And I hadn't been on the other side of it yet, save when my parents came to visit and Him. He paid for everything, bless-his-heart.
"Honey, if you'll excuse Rosie and I for a bit, we'd like to try on some things I bought and Rosie brought along. We won't be too long. I promise."
I wanted to protest using my nudity and rigidity as reason, but, I'd been warned, so, I grabbed my Coke hung a towel on it and scooted. Rosie had the wherewithal to look away as I quickly moved out of the bedroom.
It hurt a measure when she closed the bedroom door behind me with parting guidance: "Go ahead and make up the couch for yourself, Dale."
Then threw the lock.
I felt rejected and alone, but, obeyed and made up the couch for myself. It wasn't near as comfy and loving as my couch at the house. And the angle to the television was all wrong. I'd have a crick in my neck within an hour. "GD it."
In retribution I strode to the closed and locked bedroom door, put my best ear to it and listened.
"Take My Breath Away" was softly playing in there. "What the !" She'd play that occasionally when we "were being together."
I sat back down. Shortly thereafter, the lock was thrown, the door was cracked. and left ajar.
No verbal invite, just the ajar.
This was it. Do or die. Ying or yang. I held my trusty towel in front of my now flaccid groin and made my way.
It was that tape I'd made looping that song. They were slow dancing to it. at the foot of the bed. Somebody had lit incense & more candles. They paid me no mind, as if I wasn't there. I shifted to my corner and settled back in.
The wisenheimer had left a gaggle of mints on the table next to my chair. And a Sticky Note beneath the gaggle. "Love, love, love. G&R"
My sight quickly adjusted to the candlelight and shadows. They'd each donned identical shorty nightgowns , I believe a soft white cotton, but, I couldn't be positive, there was an intricate piping, I believe blue, but, couldn't swear to it.. Girl had retained the matching panties, but, Rosie had eschewed hers. They laid casually on the end of the bed. They'd drained their flutes, and had set them next to the ice filled champagne bucket. The bottle was still right side up.
Rosie had an exceptional bottom. I hadn't had a decent chance to scrutinize her either in the boutique downstairs, or, in the living room out there. It was round and it was full, the crevice long, yes, and I believe deep. Couldn't be sure, because of the lighting, but, it looked rather deep.
I think Rosie was leading. Girl had laid her noggin on the woman's shoulder. Yes, Rosie was holding her.
I'd become engorged again, but, paid it scant attention. Just covered it with my towel.
There were whispers twixt them, but, I couldn't make heads nor tails of the content. Not even close. And there were sighs along with those whispers. Whispers and sighs. Rosie incessantly whispering to her, Girl sighing in response. I'd started to rise from my chair without even realizing it. I quickly took root again.
Then clearly. "Yes, you may, Rosie." Clear as a bell. I'd find out on the drive back home that was not only for Rosie, but, for me. "Of course, Cully, it was all for you, and of course for Rosie. Now, keep your eyes on the road."
With that surrender, Rosie lowered my wife's panties, removed them, sniffed them, made Girl sniff them and then tossed them atop her own discarded panties. I wondered if that protocol had been observed with Rosie's panties. I was sitting out there when that perhaps took place.
I withered a bit, like a . I tried not to, but, the moan did eke it out. I don't believe they heard me. I scolded myself silently.
Girl, remained passive. "I wanted her to pursue me because I knew that is what you wanted, darling, and what Rosie wanted. I saw you. I thought of nothing but you, Dale. Don't speed, I don't want to have to make it right with Smoky like what happened in Nebraska."
We were driving back from a day trip into Papillion. She'd masturbated 5 consecutive times, her feet propped & locked on the dash board, legs spread wide as I'd sped thru the night on 2 lane highway like a mad man to get back home so I could nut inside her. Her incredible screams at orgasm escaping thru the open sun roof where she'd tossed her panties out just after we'd passed that water tower with the Butterfly painted on it. The flashing red lights were a shock. What happened in the next half/hour a bigger shock. But, that is a story for later in this infernal Corona hiatus.
