I have a terrible feeling I just killed myself.
Vickie is smiling again, “Look at things from my point of view. Do I not have the most amazing man in the world? You are so humble; you refuse to fuck many women when given a chance. You gave my mother, your mother, and your sister the best days of their lives. Mom still brags about the all-nighter with you. I’m the type of woman that gets off on seeing her husband take other women to the top of the world. With me, I only have one car. To show him off, I need a variety of drivers.
“You know I’m weird. Most women would die for a man like you. A man that will only fuck her. You treat all of us differently, the way we want to be treated. Men in our lives have used us for their needs and be damned with what we want. You’re perfect for us. You don’t like to share, but because I do, you will.
“There is no greater sign of love than that. Yes, you don’t need other women. You’re content with just me. It’s my need that I attract and encourage these other women. They bring new experiences which you learn from. That’s yet another of your unique qualities, your constant willingness to improve and then to share your knowledge pleasing us.
“That’s why there’s not any jealously from me. I want to share you with others. I want others to know how awesome you are. If I loved necklaces, I would wear them, and everyone would see them. I don’t. I love you more than anything else in the world. Deep down, I think you love the way we tease you and force you to open up to us. You are ten times the man I first met. You are smarter, wiser, more confident, and protective of us. These two have desires that none of us have. Honestly, they scare the hell out of me.
“But you will find it fun. Not because you are into what they do, but because you will find your own way to give them what they want. They will love whatever you do, and they will love you for every moment they get.
“Does this help you understand me? Does it help make sense of why a woman shares her man? I mean, this isn’t common. Not many women do this, and I don’t do it just for me. I know you love our mothers and Jane very much. They were all afraid of being cut off when you proposed to me.
“They didn’t understand how much I love you and want to show you off. You know, it’s not like I can take an ad out in the paper, slap a dick pic on the back page, and say, ‘Hey, look what I have,’ right? So just be a good boy, keep them happy, and I will stay thrilled.”
She is now in tears, “This is how much I love you. I want our closest friends to know how amazing you are.” She laughs. “It doesn’t hurt that I get a huge orgasm before I go to bed as I think of what you’re doing. Oh yes. I picture all the awesome things you might do. I can picture your cock going into their tight pussies. Then I blow up and wake up the next day. Oh, the dreams I have at night. They are so wicked.”
“Specifically with these two, they want to help heal you. They have moved on. NOT forgotten their love but have moved on because they were told by their husbands long ago if anything happened to them. They are following directions their husbands set up. You weren’t explicitly named, but will never forgot their love. What do you say to all of that?”
The two women on my lap know; they each plant consecutive kisses on my lips.
I ask, “Tomorrow is Monday.
Are these two our following targets for Saturdays.”
Vickie laughs, “No.
You will work with Pat on a target and a theme and give him suggestions. We each get a script with just our parts. Sometimes he shares lines from others if there is an order. Other times, he can be vague or super specific, like precisely what speech to give because it sets up other things. You will see. This week was our first time. I think he will learn a lot, and with tomorrow’s feedback.”
Juanita asks, “Feedback?”
Jane answers, “He’s already sent us an email questionnaire so he can learn how to help us have more fun. This week was different. We were fixing William because of bad memories. This time, it went much better than it did a few years ago at NSA. I know we all had a hell of a lot of fun.”
I smile a bit, “Yeah, it was mostly good. I had to use a safe word twice, and they had to share the script with me as I did not have fun with one section. It turns out it was a setup for something else. I can see what he was doing, but at the time, it was no fun for me.”
Mom adds, “Yeah, that definitely can’t happen again. It’s supposed to be fun. This week was different, so I went with it, but that better not happen again, or we will need a new author.”
There is room for agreement on that point.
It isn’t long before Juanita and Phyllis are on their way back to a nearby hotel suite. Our guest bedrooms aren’t decorated yet. Vickie takes me up to bed.
The last twenty-four hours have drained my body. For the first time in my memory, I don’t want sex. Vickie expected that would be the case. She still strips so that her breasts will be in my back with her hands on me in some way. She loves teasing me. Hell, they all do. The moms are subtle and almost worse than their daughters.
With the chat about the deaths of my friends, I do sleep as well as I have in a long time. It’s a relief.
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Monday, Vickie and I shower together. We share nothing but a lengthy kiss. I thought I was being disrespectful to her, and it turns out it’s a huge turn-on to share me. I know I’m being set up. Now that I understand Vickie better, I find that I’m OK with it now.