Chapter 29

The Christmas season in the Becket-Knox household was a festive time. On the day before Christmas Eve we ate out, running up to Bruton to eat in the Olive Garden located there. We ordered some of their frozen take home meals for the next day.

On Christmas Eve we threw together sandwiches for lunch and ate our take out meals for supper. For Christmas Day Cheyenne had put together a number of microwave turkey meals which we three were barely capable of nuking to an appropriate temperature. Fortunately we also had plenty of Christmas pastries procured from the bakery nextdoor.

Emily woke us early on Christmas Day, like a child anxious to open her presents. Being that clothing was likely to be of short use on our expanding girlfriend, Darla and I opted to concentrate on other things. Emily’s mid priced Casio watch we replaced with an Apple Watch. This went well with the iphone I had given Emily shortly after arriving in Lesserton. Technically it was on a corporate plan, but then so was the Watch.

Both girls bought for each other a number of items from Victoria’s Secret in Midlothian, some for daily wear and some for more intimate use. For me Emily constructed a custom Watch band, made with her own hands in the shop. She also made a jewelry piece for Darla with materials I symbolically purchased. Only symbolically because at least the Lesserton money belong to Emily and Darla now as much as me.

I also present both ladies with gold anklets. The pieces were custom made and came with pamphlet describing the tradition of using the anklet to signal participation in an open relationship. Darla read the pamphlet and then stuck out her left foot. I knelt down and fastened about her ankle. Then I did the same for Emily.

“You’ll have to come down to the shop for your big present,” Darla said.

We walked downstairs. As soon as we entered I saw the Trek commuter bike. It was outfitted with a helmet, lights and numerous other items, right down to a bottle cage holding an insulated water bottle.

“That should get you around town,” Darla said. “And you’ll get some exercise.”

The Monday after Christmas Cheyenne appeared once again in a costume meant to entice. This one had an open bodice covered in lace. That meant her breasts were half revealed, the nipples and areola visible beneath the lace. A tiny white apron covered the semitransparent black shorts. Black bands, tacked to the top suggested sleeves. Her long legs were bare and she wore black three inch CMF heels. A black fan was clipped to her curls.

“Where the hell are you getting these outfits?” I asked.

“Online of course. Not even in Lesserton is there a shop bold enough to stock this kind of work wear.”

“I think the work most buyers do is a bit different than yours,” Emily said.

“Is there a problem with my outfit Ms. Emily?”

Emily laughed. “Absolutely not. Remember I suggested it?” Emily grabbed an apple and left for the workshop downstairs.

When I walked back to the bedroom to check on Darla I found her primping at her vanity, wearing only a lacy bra and panties.

“What are you up to?”

“I have a date. JJ and Elsie invited me over for some fun and games. Alisha is on her way to Baltimore to visit her family.”

“I guess that leaves me at loose ends.”

“Oh don’t pout dear. We’re going up to Richmond after the first. We’ll have plenty of time together. Meanwhile don’t you think it’s about time you did something about the Cheyenne situation?”

“The ‘Cheyenne situation?’” I actually used air quotes.

“The girl has done everything but serve herself up like a turkey to get your interest. I mean she’d probably do me or Emily in a heartbeat, but you’re the one she really wants.”

I hung around and watch Darla finish getting ready. Not unexpectedly by the time she had shimmied into a flirty red Christmas dress and strap heels I was randy as hell. Not the least because I knew she was going to join the sheriff and his third for a day of unbridled lust.

I walked her out, kissing her just before she slipped on a white puffer jacket. She went down the stairs and I heard the device on the island signal that she had locked the door.

I looked over and saw Cheyenne had been watching us. Her breathing was heavy and her ridiculous see through top with its lacy frills was barely enough to contain her heaving bosom. The fan fold lacy hat pinned to her amber curls made her look even more the wet dream that she was.

“Cheyenne, may I see you a moment?” I asked gesturing for her to join me. I was standing next to one of the couches in the great room.

When she joined me she stopped about six feet in front of me. I stepped closer to her, well within what would normally be considered personal space. I looked into her green eyes. I reached up and hooking my fingers in her off the shoulder top and pulled down, revealing her freckle mounds.

“Finally,” she said kissing me.

My hands cupped her ass, pulling her into me. Her crotch rubbed against my hard prick, still entrapped in my slacks. Her semitransparent black shorts actually covered her more than the thong panties that most of her outfits had. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and pulled down, revealing her ass and cunt.

She pulled away from me so that she could slide them off. Her breasts were already revealed. Reaching up she pulled off the lace bodice, which was held to the top by snaps. The top was cut below the breasts without the insert. At this point she reached down and unbuckled my pants. She kissed me again before unbuttoning my trousers and slipping the zipper down.

I kicked off my loafers. When we clenched again my hard prick was rubbing into her pubes. She had a small runway of bright red hair, just enough to show she was a natural redhead. I kissed down her throat. When I reached the swell of her breast she palmed my head and pressed me into her bosom.

I took that as enticement and dipped lower so that I could suck on her nipple. I nipped and sucked at one until it was engorged and then attacked the other so they were even.

I sat down, pulling her on top of me into my lap. Cheyenne reached down and aimed my hard cock at the ceiling so that she could place it at the mouth of her labia. Then she sat down hard, impaling herself.

She groaned as I hit bottom.

She began humping up and down saying, “I’ve ... wanted ... to ... do ... this ... for ... weeks! Oh fucking God.”

We were both too needy, having circled each other for weeks to get to this point, for it to last for long. Cheyenne started to cum and I was right behind her.

Afterwards I sat holding her.

“You know Darla and Emily are going to want a turn?” I said.

She nodded. “Crystal said they would.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“Darla is smoking hot. Emily is probably about to go supernova now that her hormones are ramped up to build that baby. My mom was a total slut during most of her last pregnancy.”

“You know this doesn’t change anything about your employment?”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh please. I’ve read my contract. You could practically hang me up in a dungeon and have your way with me while doing a live cast and still sue me and probably get my first born male child. That hot lawyer of yours is one tough lady.

“I’m hording money away like a bandit. I’ve got a great place to live. Wonderful neighbors and great working conditions.” She squeezed me with her cunt to indicate the point. “I may never leave this job. Now I’ve got to get up. Lunch won’t make itself and I’ve got calls to make if that News Year Eve party you’re throwing in just five days is going to be a success.”

So she hopped off of me, shimmied into her ridiculous maid getup, and throwing me a kiss, left the room.

The next day Darla and I spent in the secret room parsing out more information on the Chapmanns. The family had obviously been guest in the loft for the better part of a week. I do not know where my uncle was at during that time, but he was not present in any of the video clips. The whole Chapmann family, Ms. Phillips, his aid and Ms. Booth, his administrative assistant were in a multitude of sexually interesting and potentially compromising positions. There was video literally of almost every conceivable combination, with the possible exception of male to male liaisons.

“Have you reviewed any footage of Tony’s infamous parties,” I asked my wife.

“Not in any depth. Enough to know that Cynthia is probably right about not wanting her daughter present at any such events.”

“I don’t think it matters.” I pointed to a subfolder labeled ‘Cerulean’.

“Perhaps it might be better to not mentioned that to Cynthia.”

On Wednesday, when I returned from getting breakfast at PI, I found Cheyenne wearing a white outfit that might charitably be described as an apron. It was large enough to cover the distance from her bosom to her hips, but it had almost no back at all. It was tied around her waist and from the back a thong string sliced between her lovely ass cheeks to attach at the small of her back. One of those silly bonnets of lace was on her head and white stockings, held up by garters, rounded out her outfit.

“Here let me get you some coffee,” she said when she saw me.

Rather than serving me at the island she carried the cup over to the dining table. When I started to protest she winked at me, so I went and sat down. As soon as I sat she knelt and climbed under the table.

I felt hands sliding open my zipper. Fuck! I went to instant hardness. Suddenly hot wetness enveloped my prick.

“What the fuck is going on here!” I heard my wife’s voice say.

There was a thump and a “Shit!” that came from under the table.

Cheyenne tried to climb from under the table, but Darla, who I saw was dressed in only a robe, waited until she was almost out and then cruelly placed her foot on the girl’s back forcing her to the ground.

“What makes you think you could suck my husband’s cock you little exhibitionist slut,” my wife screamed at her. Meanwhile she looked straight at me and winked. “Maybe we should just drag you out to the balcony and let him take you bent over the railing?”

“Oh fuck!” Cheyenne moaned.

“Danny, don’t just sit there. Fuck the little trollop.”

I stood up and knelt down behind the still pinned redhead. I grabbed the girl’s hips and Darla got off of her. Pulling her to her knees I slid into her, still wearing my pants. I looked at Darla who had dropped her robe. Not unexpectedly she was naked beneath. Sitting down at Cheyenne’s head she pulled the girls face into her cunt.

“Eat me you little slut.”

Darla was really hitting her triggers because almost before I had thrust into the girl half a dozen times Cheyenne was cumming around me.

Darla grabbed the girl’s head and pulled her face out of her cunt, making her look at my wife.

“Maybe we should just start that OnlyFans site back up. We can call it ‘Maureen Serves’ and make lots of money exploiting your slutty ass online.”

“Oh Fuck!” Cheyenne cried again as another orgasm hit her.

Then Darla jammed the girl’s face back into her cunt and held it there until Cheyenne made her cum. Along the way I managed to hold back while pounding the redhead to another orgasm. After she came Darla pulled the girl’s face out of her cunt again and said, “I believe you still owe my husband a blowjob.”

Cheyenne pulled herself off me and reversed her body.

“Stand up Danny,” Darla said.

I stood and Darla moved over next to me. As Cheyenne got up on her knees Darla entwined her fingers in the girl’s hair and pulled at her until her mouth was around my cock. Then while the maid fellated me Darla kiss me and ran her fingers through the girl’s red curls.

“I’m cumming,” I warned.

“Drink it all down,” my wife said patting the girl on the head.

After Cheyenne swallowed it all down, Darla offered her hand and pulled the girl to her feet. Then she moved in and kissed the redhead.

“Best. Job. Ever,” the redhead said.

The loft was crowded on the New Year’s Eve. Most everyone we knew in Lesserton was invited. Even as cold as it was, the roof was too tempting a space to ignore because of the size of the crowd. Cheyenne rented patio outdoor heaters, which were set on the roof deck. They provided a comfortable environment on the clear night where the temperature was in the high forties.

We unlocked the door and posted a sign directing visitors to take the stairs into the second floor of the loft. The door to the workshop was locked. The three of us met out guests at the top of the stairs. An air curtain allowed us to keep the roof hatch open while maintaining the great room at a warm temperature.

Darla was wearing a red sequin dress, the hemline slightly above the knee. Three inch red heels made her legs look spectacular. Emily, her baby bump quite visible now, was wearing a sparkly gray dress that was custom made and ordered from a site online. Darla had ordered it several months ago for this occasion. She wore it with flats. I was wearing a suit coat with an open collar shirt and matching slacks.

The first to arrive were the Quad. They were all wearing ice dancing dresses in various colors. For the short trip over they had thrown on shawls. They kisses each of us thoroughly and then grabbed drinks served by the party servers Cheyenne had hired for the evening.

Cheyenne had dressed them in ruffly tux shirts and black striped tux pants, the same outfit she was wearing. Thank God for small favors, as I was afraid she might wear one of her outlandish maid outfits.

Next appeared the Mayor, their father, with their mother Anne.

After a few more guest arrived, JJ appear with his wife Alisha and their girlfriend, Elise. I could tell JJ was packing, even though he was in civilian clothes rather than uniform. Other members of the town council were also there with their wives and girlfriends, typically both.