I originally intended this to be the final chapter of the World's Best Diet Plan story. Apparently, the characters didn't think their story was told yet. I was already up to 27,000 words with more to go. I've decided to break it up into three sections because so many readers don't like lengthy stories. This chapter contains oral and anal sex in addition to good old intercourse. This is essentially a romance. It doesn't contain much in the way of bondage and submission, but I'm leaving it in that category as the characters are familiar and will be doing so in the future.
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Marcia had one more day of vacation before having to return to work for her final month. First thing in the morning, we called a realtor and made an appointment for later in the day. Afterward, I ran out and bought three dozen packing boxes and several rolls of tape and packing peanuts, garage sale signs, pricing stickers, and black markers. While I was busy, Marcia called the newspaper and arranged for a garage sale ad for the following weekend. I got home and we immediately started packing the smaller items we'd be taking with us, mementos, knick knacks and memorabilia important to us like photo albums and books we wanted to keep. We had twenty-four boxes packed and taped up before the realtor, John, arrived. He specialized in our neighborhood and was very familiar with the area.
He had already run some comparables to homes which sold recently with our general square footage and amenities. He said it's possible we could get up to $375,000 for the house if we waited, but given our hurry to sell, suggested we start at a price of $360,000 and be prepared to bargain down to $340,00 to make a quick sale. Marcia and I agreed to his suggestions and signed the contract on the spot. He made some suggestions for showings and changes to make it more attractive to buyers. We told him about our plans to essentially empty out the house during our garage sale in nine days as we weren't taking much furniture with us. He said most homes sold better with some furniture in it or absolutely empty, so rather than quickly dumping the rest at Goodwill after the sale, we might want to leave a few items in the house until it sold. The alternative was packing everything up and living in a motel.
"You won't get as much for some of the things as you might think," he said. The electronics are last generation. 1080p is old stuff now. Everyone is buying 4K now. Used furniture doesn't bring much, so keep a few items to make the home looked lived in, bring the rest to Goodwill after your home sells, take the tax write off."
His suggestions had merit, so we picked out items to sell and other things to keep for now. I saw no point in selling stereo equipment. It worked fine and I liked my sound system, but I might as well sell the TV's and start with new stuff in LA. After he left, we finished packing up the rest of our boxes and stacked them in the living room for now. We had some supper, something microwaved, took a shower and had time to make love long and slow before we called Brianna. When we finished up, we rested right there in bed, naked as jaybirds. Marcia was resting her head on my shoulder when I made the FaceTime call. When Brianna answered, she was at the pool and Monique and Adele were looking over her shoulder.
"Hi strangers, long time no see," I said.
"Seems like a long time to me," Brianna replied. "We miss you already. Well, we probably miss Marcia more, but you come in a close second."
We both laughed. "How's everything going?" Marcia asked.
"On the whole, good," Brianna said. "We got a bit of bad news today. We got Lucia in to see a doctor. He said there's some fairly severe scarring on her uterus. It's going to make it difficult for her to get pregnant, though not impossible. He started her on some drugs that can increase her chance of conception, but it will be difficult for her and she may require lots of bed rest if she does get pregnant."
"That is crappy news," I said. "I know she's got to be disappointed."
"She's actually looking at the bright side. The doctor said she could get pregnant and she's focusing on the good news. We also got an appointment with a psychologist who specializes in victims of sexual assault and human trafficking. Her first appointment is Monday so she can start working on her mental health."
"I knew you'd see to her care," Marcia said. "You're a good Mistress."
"We've decided to take lots of video and pictures of the twins, Master," Monique said. "I'll upload lots of pictures and video every day so you can keep track of the rug rats progress. You can download the first batches tomorrow morning. I'll take care of it after we all go in from the pool."
"Thank you, Monique. We appreciate it," I said. "Where are the babies now?"
"Out here with us," Brianna said. She flipped the lenses on her iPad and showed us the babies who were sitting up and playing with the plush toys in their crib. They were laughing and smiling and having a good old time. Lucia was hovering nearby. "I'll be feeding them in about ninety minutes before we put them to bed."
"Have you given Lucia more responsibility for the children?" Marcia asked.
"It seemed appropriate," Brianna replied, "given her desire for children."
"How's she taking being freed from her slavery?" I asked.
"Well, she was more concerned with losing us as family than she was in her slavery" Marcia said. "I believe I did the right thing by removing her collar. More and more, I don't think she was in the right frame of mind to surrender her will to a dominant. I think it was a defense mechanism, seeking protection from within the group. I was also concerned she might not be a lesbian and it was another defense mechanism to being raped. Fortunately, when we made the appointment with the shrink, she said it's unlikely her sexual orientation could be altered by even something that traumatic. She's well within the 'you are what you're born as' group. It's not to say it didn't have some effect on her, but probably not to the extent of flipping her sexuality. It's another topic the shrink will explore with her as she's treated. At least it doesn't look as though we screwed her up that way. We're giving her lots of freedom. Nobody's pushing her, but we're welcoming her with open arms if she chooses to seek one of us out. We feel it best she doesn't feel like an outsider now. Chantelle started teaching her Tae Kwan Do this afternoon after her doctor appointment and she seems to love it."
"It's good news," Marcia said. "Remind her I will help as well when I return."
"She'll appreciate your offer," Adele said. "I think she has a crush on you, but then, she has to get in line like the rest of us."
"Kiss, kiss to you too," Marcia laughed.
Chantelle wandered into the picture and popped her head down into the frame. "Hello, Monsieur. Hello, Mistress. Do you miss me?" She held up her breasts. "Do you miss these?"
"Oui, Chantelle," I said. "We miss them very much."
"You've just earned yourself twenty swats, slave, for interfering with their conversation with your Mistress. Kneel."
Chantelle dropped to her knees, "Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Monsieur Sam's spanking from yesterday was beginning to wear off." She smiled.
"You're incorrigible, Chantelle."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Your firm hand may be what's most missed around here, Sam," Brianna laughed. "Even Monique was bemoaning the fact she couldn't bend over your lap."
"Is that true, Monique?" I inquired.
"Yes, Master," she offered with a smile. "I may love a cunt, but a firm hand does me wonders as well. Mistress and Adele are good, but you've got a way with a paddle."
"I can attest to the same," Marcia said. "He knows how to tickle a girl's fancy with a whip as well."
"Maybe I shall have to let him use the whip next time he's here," Adele said.
"Girls, girls, girls. You have to stop talking about me this way. You've given me an erection now and I'll have to relieve it with Marcia and she has to get up early tomorrow morning for work."
"Show us," Brianna said. "Hold it up, Marcia and let us see it, make sure he's not lying."
Marcia said, "Point the camera at your cock, Sam. They'll see I don't even have to hold it up. It's sticking up all by itself."
I pointed the camera at my flag pole. Marcia crawled over the top of it and slowly sank down over my hardness. "Say goodbye girls. Sam's going to be busy for awhile."
"Ciao, ladies," I said, disconnecting.
Marcia rode me hard until I climaxed one more time, then curled up in my arms. "Goodnight, Sam. Sleep tight."
"Don't let the bedbugs bite," I whispered back.
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Marcia was gone before I got up. She really did have to go to work early. When I got up, I checked for the pictures of the twins and found them. There were some very good photos. Whoever was taking them had a good eye. After eating, I went out for another three dozen boxes, came back and started filling them. I needed to get the boxes out of the house. I called for a POD and one was delivered in the afternoon and I filled it, getting most of the boxes out of the house. I arranged for it to get picked up and another one to be delivered on Monday. I'd started getting rid of stuff, so started boxes of things to go in the trash, another of shreddables which had to be destroyed before trashed, and stuff which might be of value to someone to go to Goodwill. I still had a lot of clothes left over from when I was fat, and by the time I was done, my side of the closet had been thoroughly cleaned out. I was feeling pretty good at all I'd accomplished.
Marcia got home and I helped her empty her side of the closet. There were things she hadn't worn in a while, things she'd forgotten she had, but there was nothing she didn't still fit into. I was so fucking lucky. She was as gorgeous, fit, and trim as when I first met her. She still had clothes she wore when she was in college. She got rid of clothes she wasn't particularly interested in anymore, and considering it was mostly nude all the time at Brianna's, there was a good bit of it she may never need again. All her swimsuits except for three she might need for a beach or traveling got added to the Goodwill box. When she finished, she hadn't quite decimated her side of the closet as much as I had, but it had half the stuff it had before starting. As she went through it, she picked out things she would need to take with her when she had to go back, and the stuff we would ship with the moving van and put them on two different sides of the closet.
We showered and I took her out to dinner. As soon as we were home, she crashed. I'd kept her up late, and she'd been up a long time, working hard. I watched about an hour of TV, read a little and then went to bed. She was lying sprawled out on the bed with the sheets kicked down below her beautiful ass and I wanted to wake her up in the worst way, my cock springing to attention as soon as I saw her. It wouldn't be fair, so I slid into bed beside her without waking her. When she felt the bed move, she did snuggle closer. She could do it even when half asleep.
I woke up the next morning with her sucking my cock. As soon as she saw I was awake, she knelt down on the bed and said, "Pound me from behind, lover." I never argued about sex with Marcia; if she wanted it, I would give it to her. She managed to cum twice before I did, then told me I could go back to sleep for a couple hours. I did, falling asleep before she was dressed.
When I woke up, I looked at the new pictures of the kids, and consulted my list of things to accomplish. We were running out of things we could box before the move. Most of the rest would either be sold at the garage sale, go to Goodwill, or be packed by the movers. I didn't want to attempt to pack dishes and we'd need a lot of the stuff while we were still here, pots, pans, towels, lamps and the like. I started putting price tags on the stuff we intended to sell. Finishing with that, I dropped off all our castaway clothes at Goodwill, then went to a movie. 'Avengers: Infinity War' was playing and it was a movie Morris would have loved, so I thought about him and his loss to us. Marcia was home before I was and had thrown a frozen lasagna in the oven. She was in the shower. I got in and joined her, started to get frisky.
