Chapter 13: Sunday

Tash was at training when I got home. Dad, Mum, and Gordon were missing, so I assumed they were together. I was about to get the vacuum out and start cleaning when I decided it was a good task for my new pussy slave to do. She made me do chores when she ruled the roost, so I thought it was only fair I made her do them now that I do.

Tasha returned before anyone else, and she came inside and rushed into my arms. “Where did you go last night?” She asked tremulously. “I looked around, and you were gone.”

“I saw the future in a moment,” I replied tearily, hugging her fiercely.

“What on earth do you mean, Carina?” Tasha asked.

“You and Marla. You’re perfect for each other, babe. You’re both athletes. You’re both gorgeous. You click emotionally and intellectually. She’s your future, my love.”

“You could be,” Tasha protested tearfully.

“Really?” I asked gently. “You see a future where we’re married and I’m still getting the cock I need on the side or behind your back?” Tasha shook her head, although I’m sure she wanted to say that would be okay. We both knew it wouldn’t be. Tash was a one-woman woman even though she was having a ball fucking Gordon and Dad with me. But she’d eventually resent that I needed something outside her, which would doom our marriage.

“We’re not breaking up immediately,” I told her as we kissed lovingly. “But I won’t be moved to the side gradually. When you’re ready to be exclusive with Marla, you and Marla will tell me, and I’ll bow out gracefully. I love you too much to do anything else.”

“You sound so sure,” Tasha said mournfully.

“I am,” I said. “But you can’t tell me you’re not excited about what you and Marla can be and have.”

“I am,” Tasha admitted. “But I don’t want to hurt you. I love you too much to do that.”

“Then you, me, and Marla will fuck like rabbits until then. Sound like a plan?” I giggled.

“I will cry when I tell you,” Tasha said, already crying.

“As will I when you do,” I replied, tearing up, too.

We went to bed and made love. Tasha tasted me and then pulled faces as she stuck out her tongue. “Oh, shit!” I embarrassedly exclaimed. “I haven’t showered today.”

I tried to push Tasha away, but she attacked my messy pussy anyway. I had Tom’s and Gordon’s cum in me, and I couldn’t see how she could eat me without throwing up. I stopped protesting when her lips surrounded my nubbin, and her index finger swirled over my G-spot. I screamed my appreciation and held her head to me tightly instead.

After several mutual orgasms, we showered together and dressed. We ate a light late lunch and sat together on the sofa until Dad, Mandy, and Gordon came home. I was pleased and surprised to see that Mum and Dad were holding hands. It was a bit weird because Dad was prettier than Mum. Which I’m sure we can all agree is not normal!

“Get a better offer last night?” Gordon teased.

I almost blurted, “Yes. A real man with body hair and a nice thick cock.” But that would have been unnecessarily hurtful to Tasha, so I grinned and said that things just got a bit too much, so I had to flee and clear my head.

I sent Mum to do the dusting and vacuuming and took the others outside. We sat around the patio table, drinking mineral water and chatting until Mum completed her tasks and returned. Then, we went inside and chatted again until it was time for dinner. No one had gotten anything out, so we drove down to May’s Thai on Tingal Road. Gordon left for his place from there, and the rest of us returned home.

Mum and Dad sat together on the couch. The ice between them had thawed some, but they were still quite stiff and awkward with each other. Mum had a long way to go before things between us were repaired, but making up with Dad would go a long way towards fixing it. I knew that my father was still hurt and resentful that she’d left, but I also knew he still loved her intensely because he occasionally cried out her name when he came in me. I doubt he was aware of it, and I wasn’t concerned, so I didn’t mention it.

Tasha and I went to bed early. I needed to be back at uni, and she had to be up early to train and then go to work. There was an unavoidable sadness between us now because we both knew our relationship would end within a year. But I also believed we’d recover when Tasha realised I wanted her and Marla to be happy, and I was happy to share Marla with her until it was time for Tasha and Marla to be permanently exclusive. I hated admitting it, but I knew I’d have to be careful of the big, green-eyed jealousy monster. I love Tasha, and giving her up will be difficult. But it’s the right thing to do unless I give up men and become solely hers.