In Marc's free time, he experimented with cooking. Jane and Paula liked the half-assed pasta-sauce he created. They did not just enjoy eating it, though. They suspected Marc made the pasta sauce when he was horny.
As he stirred the sauce with his big wooden spoon, he imagined himself stirring the juices in their pussies. Sometimes he would get hard just thinking about them. They smiled at each other when they got home from work and smelled the aroma. One, or both of them, was in for a good fucking tonight. They immediately took off their work clothes and changed into their tightest t-shirts and thinnest yoga pants so they could let Marc know they got his message.
They sat around the table wondering whether they would even get through the meal before they started fooling around. Marc smiled as he handed them each a plate of pasta. After they all had food, Marc started to speak.
"Do you remember Ronnie's friend Gregory?" They had met Gregory but never got to know him. He was a computer entrepreneur who sold his start-up and walked away with millions. "He emailed me this week about a job."
Gregory and some investors acquired a patent for new software technology that could change the functionality of the internet. He recruited Marc to join their team, not just as a programmer, but also as a team manager. They expected to hire many young, hot shot programmers and they wanted someone with a lot of industry experience to oversee the work.
"That's great," Paula said. She assumed that if Marc got another job, they could just send Julia to day-care.
But there was more. He looked over at Julia playing with her spaghetti. He looked at his sexy women, thinking maybe he should fuck them before telling them more about the job. "There's one other thing," he said, "I would be away working with the start-up group for 6 to 12 months; and then I would come back here to do the hiring and management." Jane and Paula were silent.
"That's a long time!" Jane finally said, in disbelief.
"I'm surprised you would even consider this." Paula tried to keep her voice calm. She immediately started breathing heavily and Marc watched her nipples push against the thin cloth of her t-shirt.
He tried not to notice his nascent erection and went on with his news. "I would earn a lot more than I have ever made. We would own stock that could end up being worth millions. You could quit your jobs. We would be set for the rest of our lives. Our kids' lives, too," he added, certain they would agree this was an irresistible opportunity.
He hoped this would make them as excited as he was and they could now do some celebratory fucking. God, damn, he was the luckiest man alive to be in love with two gorgeous, wonderful women; who, by the way, could not get enough of him.
"We have enough money to live on," Jane said, "And more to fall back on if we need it." She had money from Walt's accident settlement and his life insurance, which she kept in reserve.
"But we'll be rich," Marc insisted. "Rich."
"I don't want to be rich, Marc." Paula said, more emphatically.
"At least, not in that way," Jane spoke up. "I've felt rich for several years thanks to both of you, and Julia," she said.
Marc doggedly continued his argument. "But we would never again have any financial worries. Never."
