Chapter 27

The Thursday two weeks after Thanksgiving I met Denis Bower for lunch at the PI.

“I haven’t seen you around much,” Kathryn complained.

“We hired a cook.”

“Oh?”

“You should meet her.”

“Nice?”

“I think you’d like her.”

“Is that the girl Beverly was talking about moved upstairs?

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe we’ll stop by. Oh hi Daddy.”

Denis gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek and took a seat.

“Just coffee to start please,” he told Kathryn. “Good afternoon Danny.”

“Afternoon Mayor.”

“So how’s the judicial election going?”

“I’ve got an appointment with the Senator Chapmann after the new year. Hopefully he’ll be able to assure us that the election is tied up.”

“I know that will calm Cynthia down some. Both Dave and Chet will be glad of that.” He waved Kathryn over.

“I think a salad, baby. Your mother has been all over me about what I eat.”

“California BLT,” I said. “Hold the California.”

She laughed. “California BLT. Hold the avocado.”

I returned to the loft finding Darla and Emily gone. Cheyenne was getting ready to leave for her mid day extended break. Then the doorbell rang.

“Special delivery for Mr. Daniel Becket,” I heard Megan say.

I unlocked the door. “Come on up.”

I watched Megan’s blond head rise out of the stairway, followed by her curvy body in it’s US Postal Service uniform. As on most days she was acting as a mail carrier to cover the downtown route of her Postal Office. When she got to the top she stepped into the great room and unslung her bag, tossing it on one of the couches.

She stepped up to me and laid a blistering kiss on me. My arms naturally wound around her and we made out for a minute.

“I thought you said special delivery,” I said.

“Yep and you’re going to make it.” She kissed me again, her tongue probing. When the kissed ended she finally notice the redhead gawking at us. “Whose this lovely?”

“Cheyenne. She’s our cook and bottle washer.”

“Does she play?”

“Not in her job description.”

“Pooh.” She grabbed my hand and started pulling me back to the bedroom. “See you later, Red.”

Megan’s needs that day were simple and direct. Once in the bedroom she stripped out of her postal uniform. I doubt her lack of panties was USPS uniform regulation compliant. Then she stripped me. Pushing me back on the bed she blew me until the hardness of my cock met her satisfaction. At that point she climbed on top of me, placed my prick in her cunt and proceeded to fuck the hell out of herself. I was a mere implement at that point. After she had fucked herself cross eyed she flipped us over.

“Your turn baby,” she said.

Taking her at her word I raised up over her and grabbed both of her ankles. Lifting them I folded her until her knees were pressing into her breast and proceeded to fuck her with abandon. Megan rolled from one climax to another until I spurted my cum into her. My climax was a long drawn out affair that felt like the soles of my feet were about to blow out through my prick.

By the time we finished we were both coated in sweat, Megan’s blond hair was plastered to her head and stuck to her neck.

As we lay panting into each others mouths she pull away and said, “Fuck that was good.”

Megan did manage to leave a stack of Christmas cards on the island before she left to continue her route. When we came out of the bedroom Cheyenne had already left. I decided to leave the cards until the girls got back. Darla arrived first and Emily just behind her.

“Quite a stack of cards we have,” Darla said.

“Oh look,” Emily said. “This one has a Norwegian stamp. It must be from Irena and Martin.”

“One from Mother too,” Darla said. “Oh! She’s planning on stopping by after New Years.”

“We better call her to make sure we’re not going to be in Richmond then,” I said.

“This one’s from someone named Bridget.”

“She was someone who worked for the company. Her and Jenn were ... involved ... at one time.”

“Oh I think you’re going to want to burn this one. Its from Bryce and Connie.”

I took it from her unopened. “I wish we had a fireplace,” I said. “As it is...” I tossed it in the trash. “I know we said no history, but did you know that Connie came to visit me in my hotel room during the buy out? She sprouted some kind of BDSM fantasy about Jenn.”

“It’s likely. Connie always was a manipulative bitch. And Jenn had her weaknesses. Wonder what she’s doing now?”

“I don’t know. Martin hasn’t heard from her either.”

“Look,” Emily said. “I got one from Belinda. It really is a Christmas miracle.”

“Maybe she’s trying to bury the hatchet honey,” Darla said.

“Maybe so.”

The device on the island dinged to let us know Cheyenne was using her code to open the front door. Sure enough she was soon coming up the stairs stripping off her jacket.

“Good afternoon all,” she said seeing us sitting at the island opening cards. “Are you going to hang those up somewhere?”

“We’ve never done that,” Darla said. “In the last couple of years we hardly did anything for Christmas. Danny was always so busy.”

“You were too,” I said. “So many showings...”

“Not really so much,” Darla said looking nervous. Then she sighed and took a deep breath. “Danny Christmas time is the very worst time to sell a house. Almost no one puts their house on the market or tries to buy then.”

“So...”

“I’m afraid so. I’m sorry. I know I said no history, but I couldn’t lie to you any more.”

“Cheyenne,” Emily said. “Don’t you have some rooms to clean or something?”

I had completely forgot Cheyenne was there listening.

“Sorry. Yeah sure. Bathrooms.” The pretty redhead crossed the great room and slipped down the hall.

“You’re not angry are you?” Darla asked.

“I guess I should be,” I said. Emily jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around me.

“She’s not lying to us any more,” she said hugging me. I noted how quick she was to defend Darla and how she included herself in those to whom my wife was no longer lying.

“We’ve got to be more careful about what we say in front of her,” Emily said.

“I read once that ‘You can have servants, or you can have secrets, but you can’t have both.’ I guess we need to decide which we want.”

It was the week before Christmas and all through the house naughty girls were misbehaving, including my spouse.

On Monday I came upon our maid loitering in the stairway in the middle of the afternoon. I soon found out why when a crooning bale came out of the top of the stairs. Cheyenne gave me a guilty glace and I realize that her hand was jammed into her pants. I noticed there were grocery bags sitting on the stairs. When I urged her up the stairs into the great room I saw...

Kathryn was laying on one of the couches in the great room. Darla was between her legs, her head moving. My wife was kneeling, behind her Carly was standing, her hips flexing. All three were naked, except for the harness wrapped around Carly’s waist and thighs.

“I would recommend you ladies repair to the bedroom so that our maid can get her groceries put away,” I announced.

The now bashful trio quickly lit out for the hallway.

I looked at Cheyenne and she was blushing, her fair skin making the red flush obvious.

“Let me get those groceries.”

“I should do that.”

“Nonsense.” I ducked down the stairwell and quickly returned holding the three bags. “I thought you had groceries delivered.”

“This was just a few things from that market over by Apple Street. I’ve got a full delivery coming later this afternoon.”

On Tuesday Cynthia brought some papers over after breakfast. Darla was out at a showing and Emily down in the shop and the hot Lawyer decided a blowjob was just thing to start the day right. Cheyenne was back in the bedrooms changing the sheets and I figured we had time. The efficient maid was back in time to catch the finale.