Chapter 10: Aftermath

Cullie wondered about that night’s bridge club gathering. It was a week since the party with the four women and his friends, and the first time the four women would be getting together since then. He knew they all talked and texted, and he was sure they had probably met for lunch some days, but this was the first time they were all getting together while he was there. He wasn’t sure what would happen.

That Tuesday June had come over and spent the night with him. She had packed a small bag with clothing, so that she could go directly to work without having to go home first. That had been a very interesting evening, and not just because of the excellent sex they had shared. She had arrived a little after seven and had gone directly up to Cullie’s apartment, without stopping to chat with Alison first. She didn’t want to rub it in her friend’s face that she was stopping by for an all-night booty call with her son!

The evening started out nicely, with June sitting on Cullie’s lap in an armchair after he let her in. “You look fantastic!” he told her. It was obvious that she had changed out of her work clothes, which were typically a mix of conservative tops, slacks, industrial strength underwear, and flats or running shoes; she didn’t want to look hot and sexy around either the students or the men in the Registrar’s Office. What she had changed into was decidedly not work-friendly. Now she was wearing a halter top, denim miniskirt, and heels.

Once on Cullie’s lap, she kissed him hungrily. “Oh, baby, I need you so bad,” she told him.

Cullie licked her ear and teased, “Even after Friday night?”

June laughed. “Nervous, Cullie?”

“Should I be?” He licked her ear again.

June shuddered at the touch. “Ummmm ... Oh, Cullie, you are so naughty!” Then she pulled back a touch and asked, “Have you heard from the guys? What did they say afterwards?”

Cullie shrugged slightly. “Harley and Faro volunteered to help out again in the future. I just said that it was a one-time thing, that you all were working on your bucket lists. Karl was the most curious. He wanted to know which one of you I was boning and how we met. I didn’t answer the first question, and I told him she was a legal secretary downtown and we met after Dad died and we were closing his business. She flirted with me, I flirted with her, and she gave me her number. Then he was curious about whether I was pissed seeing her with the other guys. I just said it wasn’t a problem.”

“You were right, it was a kind of bucket list night, wasn’t it. Did you have a problem with seeing us fucking your friends?”

Cullie shook his head. “Not really. Maybe it was a bucket-list item for me, too. I’m not saying I want to do it again, but it was fun, whatever it was.”

June looked at him curiously. “Whatever it was?”

“Well, what was it? It wasn’t swinging or swapping, right? It’s not swapping when I’m bringing an entire harem, is it?”

June laughed. “Is that what we are? Your harem? Should we go out and buy some harem costumes?”

“That might be fun! No, just semantics, I guess. I don’t think Ali Baba, Sheikh of Araby, loans out his harem. What else is there? Was it an orgy? A gang bang? What’s the difference?”

June laughed at that. “Let’s call it an orgy. We can look something up on the internet later. I am sure somebody has googled it already.” Then she asked, “What about your mother? Has she said anything to you? She doesn’t seem any different at work.”

“She hasn’t said anything to me. On the other hand, I don’t know what she will say tomorrow. Friday night was crazy, Saturday and Sunday everybody was getting back to normal. I didn’t go out last night and nobody came over, either. Tonight is the first night since the party that I’ve seen any of you ladies, and considering your car is in the driveway, I am sure she knows what is going on up here.”

“Huh.” She smiled at him and took one of his hands and put it on her bare legs. “Well, let’s give her something to dream about tonight. Maybe she can give her vibrators a workout.”

Cullie grinned at her and slid his hand under her skirt. He wasn’t surprised that her panties were the same as the bra under her halter top – nonexistent. He fingerfucked her through a couple of orgasms, only relenting when she stripped naked and knelt between his legs. “Your turn,” she said.

Cullie and June

“We are just getting started,” he replied.

Cullie had a similar conversation a couple of nights later with Janet, who stayed over Thursday night and went to work from Cullie’s apartment on Friday morning. She smiled as she left, giving him a quick kiss and said she’d see him again that night. Alison was hosting the bridge club again.

What Cullie wasn’t expecting was what happened that evening. Like the last time the Doyles had hosted the bridge game, Cullie was assigned to set up the folding table and chairs and make the rum punch. The surprise came when the doorbell rang and he opened the door to find Janet standing there and looking fantastic. She was wearing a short halter-topped minidress and high-heeled sandals. She came in and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers. “Wow, you look gorgeous!” he said after coming up for air.

“Thank you, sweety! So do you!” Cullie thought that was odd, since he was just wearing old jeans and a t-shirt. What was much more interesting was his mother’s reaction upon seeing Janet unwrapping herself from around her son. Janet smiled at her and asked, “What in the world are you wearing? That won’t do!”

“Excuse me?” Alison was wearing skinny jeans and a tank top.

“We have to work on you!”

Alison And Janet

Before any work was done, however, the doorbell rang a second time. Cullie slipped from between the two women and went to the door. Standing there was June in a denim miniskirt and tank top, and Amanda in a denim shirt that was unbuttoned to beneath her breasts and a calf-length buttoned skirt that was unbuttoned to midthigh; both women were wearing ankle-strapped high heels.

June and Amanda

“What in the world?” asked Alison.

Cullie nodded and added, “A little dressy for bridge, don’t you think?”

Amanda laughed. “Oh, darling, you’re so sweet. We’re not here for bridge!”

“Huh?” said Alison.

“We’re here for you! Or at least to talk about you. Pour us drinks, please,” Amanda finished.

June and Janet sandwiched Cullie’s mother between them and marched her into the bedroom. “Out in a few minutes. We love you, Cullie. Just pour us some punch and head upstairs,” said Janet.

“Upstairs?”

“We’re going to be talking about you. Don’t worry, you’re safe,” said June.

“For the moment, anyway,” finished Amanda.

Cullie rolled his eyes and poured five rum punches. He then took one and went up the back steps to his apartment. What were the women in his life up to now?

“What is going on?” asked Alison. “What are you up to and why are you dressed for another... party?”

June laughed at that; Janet answered, “We are not having another party. If we were doing that, we wouldn’t have sent Cullie upstairs. No, we just need to get you used to picking up guys again. Now that you’ve broken the ice, so to speak, we have to get you back in the game.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“No!” replied June. “Now, lose the jeans, the bra, and the panties, and put on something short and sexy. Hurry up before Amanda gets bored and heads up the stairs to find something more interesting to do.”

Janet smirked and added, “Or someone more interesting to do!”

Alison groaned and rolled her eyes. She was in the process of unzipping her jeans and discovered Janet going through her dresser. “This’ll do,” Janet said as she pulled out a flirty little black dress. “That’s interesting.”

“Joe bought it for me before he died.”

Janet tossed it on the bed and said, “And don’t forget to lose the bra and panties. Horny sluts out looking for action don’t wear them.”

“OUT!”

Alison pulled off her jeans and pulled on the skirt, but she left on her panties, reasoning that what her friends didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. She did take off her bra, though, by undoing the clasp and then pulling the straps out of the arms one at a time. When she left her bedroom, she found the other three women sitting around the folding table with rum punches in front of them; a fourth was waiting for her in front of the empty chair. She sat down and asked, “Now, what is going on?”