Chapter 6: The Houseguests

SEPTEMBER

"Can you really believe it's been a year?" Taylor smiled and tilted her champagne glass back for a sip. But halfway to her lips, her hand froze and she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning softly.

I glanced down to where Cassandra was kneeling between Taylor's legs, slurping my cum out from my wife's saturated pussy. Taylor herself was reclined in a bucket seat on the jet, fully naked and covered in sweat.

When Taylor opened her eyes, the deep blue pools were unfocused and her lower jaw quivered as the small orgasm passed through her. I was surprised she managed not to spill her drink. And then with a sigh, she sagged into her seat and Cassandra sat back with a satisfied smile on her face.

My gorgeous blonde assistant scooped some cum off her chin and popped it into her mouth. She looked unbelievably sexy even though she was still fully dressed, what with the dribble of semen, the way her hair was mussed where Taylor had been holding her head, and especially the intensely aroused expression on her face.

"A year of ups and downs. But a happy year nonetheless," I agreed with Taylor while keeping my eyes on Cassandra as she moved over to my naked body, where I was sitting in the next bucket seat across the aisle from Taylor. Then the blonde bent and slurped my still-wet half-hard cock into her mouth.

Taylor raised her champagne glass to me. "Happy anniversary, honey."

I looked down and saw the glow of adoration in Cassandra's eyes before returning my gaze to my wife. "Happy anniversary."

A few minutes later, I was as hard as I'd ever get. I nodded to Taylor, who got out of her seat and moved behind my assistant, reaching around her body to begin opening the various fasteners of her clothing.

Cassandra pulled me out of the back of her throat, taking a few deep breaths. And then I held my hands out to both of the great loves of my life. "Come on. Let's all go back into the bedroom."

Six hours later, we awoke as the pilot informed us we would be landing in Paris soon.

We dressed and returned to our seats. Cassandra hadn't cleaned herself up since I'd nutted inside her, and I thought I heard a wet squelch as she sat down.

An hour after that, we checked into the Imperial Suite at our posh Parisian hotel. After taking two steps in through the doors, Taylor sighed. "Doesn't this bring back memories?"

Cassandra and I looked at each other and smiled. This was the same hotel and the same suite we had stayed at when Taylor had been whisked away by Fashion Forward magazine for a photo shoot. It had been quite the special week. During that trip was the first time Cassandra and Taylor had sex with each other. It was the time Cassandra and I began to fall in love. It was also the first time Taylor began to fall in love with me.

Now while things had gotten quite complicated upon returning home, all three of us had very fond memories of our last trip to Paris.

Taylor had a further surprise when she emerged from the bedroom wearing a resplendent blue dress, form-fitting to her lithe body and electrically captivating in the light. The skirt was short and flowing at the same time, and almost immediately I remembered how practical that skirt had been the last time we were here. Predictably, the very first thing Taylor wanted to do was visit the Louvre.

Once we were in our limo, Taylor laughed and rehashed the sordid details of that Louvre encounter to Cassandra. On the drive over, I could see my wife rubbing her thighs together as she was evidently getting quite wet at the memory.

And when we pulled up outside the museum itself, Taylor fixed me with a heated look and asked, "Cassandra, will you keep a lookout for us?"

"Of course, Taylor," the blonde immediately answered, a grin on her own face.

I had by now figured out that Taylor meant to recreate the encounter from nearly three years ago. And while the risk of getting caught tempered my arousal, the prospect of public sex with Taylor already had a noticeable effect on my penis.

Taylor was giggling like a schoolgirl as we got out and then quickly located the same bench. Not five feet away was another bench with another couple sitting on it, but luckily "our bench" was free. And then soon, I found myself sitting down and staring at the Arc de Triomphe, and then Taylor slid herself onto my lap while Cassandra circled around miming as if a camera was in her hands.

Taylor's feet were together on my right side with her arms around me, looking at Cassandra over my left shoulder while I gazed at my wife's face. I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch, and she turned to press her lips to mine and we began to make out like a million other couples were probably doing in Paris.

With Taylor's ass grinding on my boner, I soon began to moan in obvious arousal. The gorgeous brunette took that as her cue and she pivoted in my lap, kicking one leg over me so that she was straddling me. Cassandra immediately turned and began to look for observers.

Cassandra did flash us a "stop" sign with her open palm. There was one young man walking by who was gawking at Taylor, merely the look of a man appreciating female beauty. But Taylor was still busy grinding her crotch against my erection.

And then, when Cassandra waved us "all clear", my wife slipped her hand underneath the skirt, fished my rock hard erection through my fly, and then pushed me past the strap of her panties and sunk me into her very wet snatch.

"So naughty..." Taylor husked, her eyes now a brilliant violet against the sunlight.

She barely moved, rotating slowly and moving up and down without any rhythm. To any outside observer she would appear to be sitting astride my lap, kissing me like many other young couples in Paris. But the reality was that we were fucking in broad daylight in the courtyard of the Louvre.

Oddly enough, while we'd come to this sight three years ago, we'd never gone into the museum itself.

So twenty minutes later, the three of us walked through the museum with our personal guide. Twenty minutes after that, Taylor actually dribbled some of my cum onto the parquet floor, after which she finally excused herself to a restroom to wipe herself up.

And that wasn't our only trip back down memory lane. We strolled along the sidewalks lining the River Seine. We played "I spy" and Cassandra laughed when she pointed out a green bench. And then we dolled up and went to the Opera.

Three years ago, I could never have imagined my life would be where it was now. Even with all the hopes and dreams for each woman I'd felt during the incredibly intense week we'd all spent in Paris, I never would have guessed the three of us would end up together.

I had consider myself a truly blessed man.

Late that night, after a playful shower, the three of us tumbled into bed together. Now, at 12:15am local time, it was actually the day of Taylor's and my wedding anniversary.

I'd obviously seen both women fully naked in the shower. But that didn't stop them from tossing a pair of silk boxers at me and then shooing me into the bedroom while they went into the closet to change.

A few minutes later, my ladies emerged wearing their lingerie. Taylor's was a red ensemble, a very rare thing since she usually preferred darker colors. She'd chosen well, as her outfit spiked my anticipation and arousal at a brand new look from my familiar wife. Her lace panties were cut high over her hips, enhancing the length of her legs. The strapless bra had only half-cups, leaving the upper hemispheres of her breasts completely exposed and practically spilling over the top. And she wrapped the thigh-length matching silk robe around herself, both hiding her body and teasing me as the thin material hugged her curves. And my wife's dark blue gaze pierced through the thin veil of her long, dark bangs as she devoured me with her eyes.

And Cassandra was a vision in white. Somehow, in the very few minutes we were apart, she'd added some makeup that made her look devastatingly sexy in sharp contrast to her usual business façade. Her hair was up save for golden curls falling down, framing her pretty face. Already taller than Taylor, her white silk robe hung all the way to her ankles, making her look even taller and imposing. Her bra seemed to use some form of nanotechnology to support her large tits despite being made from a sheer, see-through cloth. And she was wearing white boyshorts that clung to her asscheeks and crotch quite enticingly.

My wife approached first and I opened my arms as she joined me on the bed.

"I love you, Taylor."

"I love you, Johnny."

And we both turned to Cassandra and rolled her in-between us. I glanced at Taylor and then we said together, "We love you, Cassandra."

Cassandra first reached up to Taylor, her hands on my wife's cheeks as she brought their faces together for a tender kiss. I started pulling off Cassandra's robe, then kissed the back of Cassandra's neck and let my hand run along her flanks before palming her ass in my hand. The two women had begun to caress each other while their tongues intertwined, and I slid lower down and snaked Cassandra's boyshorts off, leaving her naked ass and engorged pussy lips bare to my gaze.

My wife and assistant were still passionately kissing, but then Cassandra's hips shot forward in surprise when I slipped a finger into the wet folds of her pussy from behind.

The action caused the taller, bigger blonde to push Taylor's relatively lighter body and rolled the brunette onto her back. Cassandra quickly removed my wife's strapless bra while leaving the silk robe around her shoulders, then moved atop Taylor and began to kiss her way down the brunette's naked torso.

"Oh, Cassandra..." Taylor crooned while the statuesque blonde took my wife's sensitive breasts in her mouth. And as the blonde moved lower, Taylor began whimpering in anticipation.

Those whimpers jumped an octave when Cassandra pulled away the panties and got her tongue on Taylor's clit. And then the brunette supermodel was writhing amongst the bedsheets, her head tossing left and right as my beautiful blonde assistant worked her pussy over.

While she ate out Taylor, Cassandra was stretched out further on the bed and I dropped my shorts then circled around and started pulling Cassandra's legs apart. The busty blonde pushed herself onto her knees and spread them to the sides, her backside forming a triangle with her bubble butt at the apex. I was already iron hard from watching my two ladies making love together, and with a firm grip on Cassandra's hips, I guided my cock into her from behind.

At my penetration, Cassandra picked her head up. "Ohhh ... Jonathan ... Fuck me, Jonathan!"

"Whatever you desire," I husked.

The three of us moved in a familiar rhythm. Over the course of our relationship we'd tried out every possible three-person pretzel-position and awkward gymnastics in the Kama Sutra. But in the end, we'd settled on the good old- fashioned three person combinations as being the most pleasurable. They were positions we knew intimately, and I focused on bringing the utmost in pleasure to Cassandra while she focused on Taylor.

We moved in harmony and the longer we went, the better the euphoric bliss filled our heads without needing any drugs, potions, or toys. The lustful love we felt for each other was more than enough.

And as we continued, I felt like my brain was melting away, stripping off all ancillary thoughts and worldly concerns until there was nothing left but the pleasure in my head and the imperative to please my women. And with all those external feelings absent, all I had left was the sense of what Taylor and Cassandra wanted to feel.

We needed no words. When Cassandra wanted me to move harder, I did without her asking. There was just something in the way she wiggled her hips at me that told me what she needed. When Taylor wanted Cassandra to pop a finger up her ass, she did so almost a split second after the thought came to Taylor. It was like the three of us were fucking in a trance, with one shared mind.

Both my loves came to multiple orgasms before I spunked my load into Cassandra. And with the coordinated precision of an experienced dance troupe, all three of us stripped our remaining clothes off and changed positions so that Cassandra was in a sixty-nine on top of Taylor, reviving my dick with her mouth for another round while she drizzled her mingled cum down into Taylor's gaping mouth.

And what came next was automatic. As soon as Cassandra moved out of the way, I bent down and lifted my wife's legs and wrapped them around my waist. She cooed and held her arms out to me as I slowly slid my cock inside of her, Taylor's dark blue eyes rolling back with pleasure as I sheathed my dick in to the hilt. And then we were both groaning unintelligibly as we began the ancient rocking motion of love.

This was my wife, on our anniversary. I was making love to my wife. And a thought then came to me, borne out of the incredible love I felt for this woman. And I spoke our first words in half an hour. "Taylor, honey."

"Yes..."

"What do you think about having a baby?"

Her eyes lit up and a smile crossed her face so wide that I thought she might split her face. "When?"

"Now..."

Taylor reached her hands up to cup my cheeks. "Of course."

I glanced to the side to see Cassandra beaming at us, her left hand stroking Taylor's forehead while her right was on my shoulder.

I smiled down at my wife. "Are you ready to lose this wonderful figure? Put on thirty pounds and add several inches to your hips?"

Taylor grinned and palmed her breasts. "And grow another cup size?"

I smiled at that thought.

"Yes, I'm ready," she said sincerely. "It's not like I NEED the modeling work. Just promise me you'll still love me when I'm fat and bulging and you have all these gorgeous women around," she swept her hand towards Cassandra.

I turned back to my wife. "Always..."

"Ready to practice?" Taylor husked as she hunched her hips at me. She also started on some incredible inner muscle massaging, a technique she had begun to master for getting me off whenever she wanted to.

Meanwhile, Cassandra was not idle. She lay beside us, kissing Taylor's cheek and neck, giving just gentle caresses without trying to interpose herself between the sight line of me and my wife. Her hand snaked down and around behind our joining, and I soon felt the soft tickle of her fingers as my assistant rubbed my balls, even while my cock pistoned in and out of my wife.

The whole while, Taylor stared right into my eyes. Her irises weren't the violet of arousal. Instead, the blue was so clear and bright that the color more began to resemble Cassandra's sky blue, instead of her own usual dark navy. It didn't even seem like she was blinking. I just stared at her with complete adoration, and I saw her own blissful gaze reflecting back at me. The intensity of the moment and the exquisite pleasure soon brought me to my limit.

"Ready when you are," I grunted as I felt the rippling walls against my sensitive rod.

"Cum for me, Johnny. Cum inside me. Imagine you're making a baby inside me. Imagine my womb opening up for you."

I groaned again and sped up, hearing the answering whimpers as Taylor also started in on her next climax.

"I can't wait! I wanna feel you shooting inside me! Bathe my womb in your sperm, honey! Cum! Cum! CUM!!!"

My balls contracted in Cassandra's hands and then I was doing as my wife commanded. I slammed my hips into her crotch one final time, pushing my rod in as deeply as I could. Taylor helped out by digging her heels into my ass, and then I let fly with several long bursts of cum that smacked straight into her cervical walls.

I knew Taylor couldn't get knocked up on this trip. We'd have to wait for the next cycle at the earliest once we got her off her birth control.

But for the next two weeks while we traipsed throughout Europe, we certainly tried.

"Oh, gawd. Harder! Harder!" Rebecca groaned while I wailed away at her backside, my hips slapping against her asscheeks with every thrust. I was pounding my cock up her asshole so hard already that Mia was having a really hard time keeping her mouth on Rebecca's pussy.

So, from her bottom-position in the sixty-nine, Mia reached up and got a tighter grip on Rebecca's hips, holding her steady. And this only gave me an even more stable target to really ream out the brunette's anal chute.

All three of us were dripping wet. After a playful time in the pool with Taylor, we'd retired to the locker room and the wide-array of shower sprays, soaping each other up and building ourselves into a sexual tizzy. But Taylor had excused herself at the last minute to go deal with other things.

Then after ordering the computer to turn the water off, I'd bent both remaining women over the bench and began to pound their pussies from behind. After getting Rebecca off once and Mia twice, I'd pulled out and then squirted all my cum straight against Rebecca's rosebud. And then I'd used my own spunk as a lube to stuff my still-hard cock up my brunette trainer's ass. I thanked Mia for the idea.

Rebecca's tight muscles and some light thrusting meant my cock never really went soft before I felt it swelling back up into a full-blown erection. And then Mia had maneuvered us all into our present sixty-nine plus one.

After ten minutes of pounding her ass, Rebecca couldn't take anymore. Along with several violent thrusts, her ass clenched and her back arched as she came, pouring out a flood of honey that drenched Mia's face. I sawed my cock through the tight constriction for a few more pumps before nutting as well, shooting several bursts of ejaculate into the depths of Rebecca's bum.

I'd stopped breathing for about ten seconds while I'd poured my cum into her rectum. And now that I finished and pulled out, I started gasping for breath and took two steps back towards a shower head.

Meanwhile, Mia just spread Rebecca's asscheeks, and after a few creamy white bubbles popped up, the rest of my jism began to trickle out of the brunette's obscenely stretched anus and Mia giggled as she began to tongue it up.

We turned the shower sprays back on to clean up ... AGAIN. But once we were done rinsing off, both girls became strangely quiet. The giggles, the playfulness was suddenly gone. And then Mia stepped forward into my arms and gave me an intensely passionate kiss.

I was immediately on edge. Her kiss was pleasurable enough, but her every motion had a deliberate seriousness that was just completely out of character for such a flighty, bubbly person. And then as soon as Mia stepped away, Rebecca flowed into my arms, almost crushing me in a bear hug as she planted her lips on mine as well. In that kiss, I felt a tender passion from Rebecca that was somehow too intimate and affectionate for the wildness of our recent fucking.

When they were both done, I turned off the water. "What was that all about?"

Mia was already moving to retrieve some towels, refusing to look me in the eye. Rebecca had a sad expression on her face when she turned to me and said softly, "Let's got to the Underground Bar, okay?"

I nodded and we dried off before slipping into some bathrobes. We walked out of the locker room and down the stairs to our intimate Zen alcove. Mia and Rebecca immediately went to their usual chairs, and as Mia looked at the transparent window completely covered with the blue pool water, she sighed and absently said, "I'm going to miss this..."

"Mia," Rebecca warned gently, as if Mia had just said something she shouldn't have. Her voice was just barely above a whisper, like everyone when they came down to this cool, dim place.

The Chinese girl quickly became alert and nodded.

"What's going on?" I repeated my earlier question, now with a touch more concern after Mia's idle comment.

Rebecca exhaled and then took a deep breath to steady herself. She canted her head to the side and her eyebrows tilted in apology. "John, we're moving out."

I looked back and forth between the two of them. "What, both of you?"

Mia nodded, but for now she deferred the talking to Rebecca.

The statuesque brunette leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees. The motion opened up the front of her robe, half-spilling out her sizeable round breasts. But she caught my altered gaze and closed her robe to hide away the distraction. "John, we all knew this would never be permanent."

I sighed and nodded, my shoulders sagging a bit. "I know, but it's only been what, six months?"

I pouted for a second but then took a deep breath and nodded in acceptance. "It was very nice while you guys were here."

"It was," Rebecca said earnestly. "This place has been a paradise for both of us. It's like we've been on vacation since we moved in here: luxurious accommodations, fine dining, and extremely fun activities." Rebecca grinned and rubbed her ass, probably sore from our recent fucking.

Then Rebecca continued. "But it's time we moved on with our lives. While you all were out on your anniversary trip, Mia and I went into the city almost every night to visit with friends and hit a few clubs, flirting with other guys. In a way, we missed doing that while we've been out here. I'm not saying you kept us away or anything, but Montauk is just a different world from Manhattan."

I nodded in understanding. Rebecca hesitated before continuing. I just tried to give her an open expression and invite her or Mia to continue.

Rebecca sighed and then said, "I'm not blaming you for what happened, but the whole Kate situation DID remind us that we really are just friends who happen to be crashing at yours and Taylor's home. This isn't OUR home. We aren't your girlfriends."

I just nodded.

"Look, we've had a lot of fun and the sex has been amazing," Rebecca glanced at Mia, who just grinned and nodded agreeably. "But we've no future with you, John. You're taken, and there's no way we'd want to steal you from Taylor or anything. So eventually, we would have to move on and begin searching for romance and our own partners in life."

"I understand," I said seriously. "Doesn't mean I want it to happen right now, but I understand."

"It's time, John." Rebecca glanced at Mia again. "We ... uh. We found out you and Taylor are trying for a baby. The staff figured out she's not ordering birth control pills anymore. And you HAVE been spending less time with us ever since you got back from Paris."

I frowned. "I'm sorry guys. I never meant to neglect you."

"That's just the point, John. It's not neglect. You don't owe us anything," Mia piped up. "Wasn't that the whole issue with Kate? We don't have obligations to each other, remember?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, I remember."

"It's just time," Mia said firmly.

"When are you guys moving out?"

"About a week. First of October," Mia answered. "We got an apartment together not too far from your office, actually. So we can still meet up with you all for lunches or whatever."

"And I'm still your personal trainer," Rebecca added. "So it's not like we won't be seeing each other every week."

"And it's not like we want to give up the fantastic sex!" Mia giggled. "We just won't be as geographically convenient as before."

I nodded. I wasn't thrilled, but I accepted the situation. "Have you told Taylor yet?"

Rebecca smiled. "Yeah. Why do you think Taylor wanted to leave us alone at the last minute?"

I tilted my head back and went "Ahh..." in understanding. But then I caught a gleam in Mia's eyes. "What?"

The Chinese girl clapped her hands together and jumped up and down excitedly. "Taylor said we could have a going-away orgy!"

OCTOBER

I fixed my gaze on Sharpley. "Competition?" I asked.

"Ah, yes, sir," he looked at the table, avoiding my eyes.

"Let me guess, Dean?"

"Yes, sir."

I rolled my eyes. I still didn't know how Dean was doing it. He made splash after splash in the market and I was wondering where his capital was coming from. Even with my VERY deep pockets, I would never have risked juggling this many deals at the same time. "Fine," I growled. "Get to work, gentlemen."

"Yes, sir."

As one, all my Directors and Vice Presidents got up. I stayed in my chair with Cassandra to my right. The last Director closed the door to the board room on his way out.

I stared out the window and she waited me out for a few minutes. Then, I turned and gave her a sharp look. "How's he doing it?"

"I don't know, Jonathan. Every number I've got says he's stretched too thin. Either he's got an investor we don't know about, which is possible. Or he's doing something illegal, which actually seems more likely. Then again, he could just be really reckless, beyond anything I could imagine a rational person doing."

I sighed, "Reckless works as long as nothing goes wrong."

Fifteen minutes later, we met up with Taylor and Charlotte for the flight back home. And since I couldn't figure out a business reason for how Dean was being so successful, I started dipping into an area I usually avoided.

Turning to my wife, I asked, "When was the last time you met up with Kate and Ashlyn?"

Taylor leaned back as she searched her memory. "Ah, two nights ago, Johnny. By the way, they HAVE noticed that I'm not drinking my Cosmos anymore." She gave me a sardonic grin.

I shrugged. "It's not a secret."

"They're both just happy for us."

I shrugged, my mind on one track right now. "Did they mention anything about Dean? How do THEY read him right now? Are things going well?"

Taylor frowned as she thought about it. "Well, everything seems fine. And you were with me when we all met for lunch last week."

"Yeah," I nodded. Both girls had been showing off new jewelry Dean had bought them. Kate looked almost embarrassed to be wearing a necklace around me. and things were still a little awkward between us. "They both seemed quite comfortable."

Taylor shrugged. "Like it or not, Johnny, he's been very good with them. And while I think Kate still misses you, Dean's not mistreating her and he's supporting her the way she wants."

I sighed. "Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Dean really has turned over a new leaf. You know, he's never kept a girlfriend for as long as he's been with Ashlyn? He's still a rat-bastard for what he did to you, but I can't help but admit he's been a decent guy otherwise."

Cassandra leaned in. And with a wise tone, she remarked, "It's easy to be a nice guy when everything is going well. Wait for one of his deals to go bad, then see what happens."

Everyone nodded at that. But then I got quiet. "And Rebecca and Mia?"

Taylor heard some of the hurt in my voice and she paused. We'd met for lunch with both girls a few days ago, and Rebecca had been somewhat standoffish towards me. Plus, after our last workout, she'd declined to make use of my erection. I'd been hoping we could keep the same playful-sexual relationship we'd always had, but my beautiful trainer seemed to be drifting away from me.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Taylor asked softly.

Tight-lipped, I nodded.

Taylor glanced down and said, "Rebecca has a new boyfriend. He's a stockbroker she met before she moved out. In fact, I think she moved out because she wanted to date him and didn't feel comfortable inviting him to the house in Montauk. They seem to be getting rather serious."

I tried to smile. "Good for her. And Mia?"

"Mia is still Mia. She's having fun. She's in Seattle right now on a job, but she should be back in time for Jeff's birthday. Charlotte's already worked with Kaitlyn for all the arrangements."

"Okay." I smiled wistfully, trying to see the silver lining that at least I'd be seeing Mia again soon.

"What's wrong, hubby?" Taylor wrapped her arms around me. "You getting bored of trying to knock me up? Need some more fresh pussy?"

"No, of course not." I looked into Taylor's deep blue eyes. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't want you to feel like I'm holding back any of my love for you."

"I don't."

"It's just, you never know what you've got until it's gone. And I did start getting really attached to Rebecca and Mia."

"And Kate?" Taylor asked quietly.

I closed my eyes and saw the pretty blonde's face in my mind. I nodded. "Kate, too."

"It's okay, I understand," Taylor rubbed my cheek soothingly. "I feel the same way about all of them. You can't be that intimate with a person for that long without feeling SOMETHING."

Then Taylor's hand slid down to my crotch where she began to obviously pet me, oblivious to Cassandra and Charlotte nearby. "But, you are my one man and you have the magic sperm. So what do you say we go home and make a baby?"

I smiled at my wife. I may have some lingering feelings for the departed women, but if all I ever had in my life were Taylor and Cassandra, I would still be a very lucky man. "Sounds good," I smiled. And Taylor kissed my nose.