Chapter 38: Rémy Thibodeaux, 37, in Charge...

Kitty called June, “Rémy wants us! Tonight!”

“What time?”

Kitty laughed, “That’s exactly what I said. Anyway, come by around 8:30 an’ I’ll drive. He wants us there at 9.”

While neither girl mentioned what Rémy would want them to do — it wasn’t difficult to imagine. Two girls. One guy who would need recovery time between fucks.

June showed up a few minutes early. Kitty was ready, and they drove down to the City Dock to wait. They hadn’t discussed clothes, but each one wore a light summer dress, low heels, and no bras.

As they sat in the car, June giggled, “I’ll show you mine,” and lifted the hem to her waist. She had on a pink thong. Kitty grinned and followed suit — a white thong that contrasted with her dark skin.

“Nice.”

“Sexy.”

They visited easily until Rémy showed up, only a few minutes late. He helped them into his Jon boat, and off they went into the dark and stillness of the Cajun Bayous.

He fixed a pitcher of margaritas for them, put some crayfish gumbo on to heat up, and left to take an after-work shower. After a couple of minutes, June stood up and undressed. Kitty immediately joined her.

June eyeballed her friend, “I’d fuck you.” She swept her eyes up and down Kitty’s petite body. Black hair, dark eyes, white smile, nipples already erect. A heart-shaped patch over her little slit.

Kitty sighed, “God, me too,” as she devoured June’s alabaster skin, pale blonde hair, and — surprise! — a matching pussy-heart of her own.

Holding hands, they walked back to Rémy’s bedroom, into the bath, and opened the shower door.

Rémy smiled as the girls soaped each other up, touching each other intimately for the first time. When they kissed, their soft moans of pleasure were genuine.

Rémy left them, still damp, on his bed. He padded into the kitchen and turned the gumbo down to simmer. When he returned, June was fingering Kitty. June gave him a megawatt smile, “Do her first — it’s her turn.”

Rémy had had two at a time before. He knew the drill — one girl could wear him out. With two, he couldn’t begin to keep up. He knew that, and was mature enough to not only accept the reality of the threesome, but to be comfortable with it.

He’d make sure that Kitty came — probably with June’s eager assistance. Then he’d cede the field to the two of them. Later, after dinner, he’d do June. Then, in the morning, he’d decide who and what he was in the mood for.

And, he understood that he would be calling the shots. While he was between rounds, Kitty and June would do whatever he wanted.

And, the girls had made it clear that that was the case. They were his to use however he wanted. Despite the fact that they were respectable wives and mothers in town, they understood that they were just pussy to Rémy.

And they were not only okay with that understanding, each of them reveled in the knowledge. Down in the bayous, they were free of family and responsibilities. Free from nosy neighbors, prying eyes, curious kids.