Christmas Carol Ch 07

The 912 was still at Reese's place, I hadn't yet made arrangements to retrieve it. I'd already ordered a shitload of parts to continue rebuilding it, and eagerly awaited the chance to work on it.

I was planning on flying out in the summer and overseeing the loading and shipping of the car, but increasingly, it was becoming clear the world was going to shut down, sooner than later. The Covid crisis was rapidly overtaking China, and parts of Europe, it wouldn't be long before it came to the U.S.

Reese had called me about a week ago, expressing his concern and asking me to hop a plane, while I still could, and bring Lauren and myself out there. We'd be isolated, and could wait out the mess safely. I surmised that if it became necessary to curtail travel, or quarantine the sick, any activity involving contact would be dangerous, if not prohibited outright. While I am a doctor, I'm a specialist, I don't treat acutely ill patients. In fact, what I do would likely be deemed an unnecessary risk, so, after much discussion, Lauren and I decided to head to Vegas. I'd rather be quarantined with friends, than left here where I might not even be allowed to leave my home.

I boxed up all the 912 parts and had them shipped to Reese's, then the next day, Lauren and I packed as much as we could in 4 suitcases and flew to Nevada.

Reese met us at the airport, visibly relieved. "Damn glad to see you two." He smiled. "Carol and I have been worried sick." "Have you heard about Italy?"

"Yeah." I said, nodding grimly. "It's not good." "I really hope they can stop this thing, or..." I faded off, Lauren gets upset when I talk about this.

Sensing Lauren's nervousness, Reese swooped her up in a massive hug. "How you doin' girl?" He beamed. "Beautiful, as always, I see."

She giggled, hugging him back. "I'm OK, I guess." She answered. "Is it really that bad?"

"Honestly." He said. "It's too soon to tell, don't worry your pretty head."

Lauren smiled. "I feel so much better being here with you and Carol." "I don't think I could handle being cooped up at home."

"We're tickled to have you, and we've got enough of everything to go at least 3 months without leaving the property." He elaborated. "And we've got all that open desert to wander around in, so we shouldn't go stir crazy."

We loaded the luggage and drove to Reese's estate, chatting and catching up.

"Carol can't wait to see you." He said to Lauren. "She's missed you terribly." Lauren smiled.

We rolled in just after 6PM and pulled in the garage. Carol was nowhere to be seen, so we grabbed the suitcases and went in.

Fabulous odors met our noses as we entered the house. Carol was in the kitchen cooking up a storm.

She saw us and ran to Lauren, hugging her and kissing her on the lips. "You're here!" She squealed. "I'm SO glad to see you, then she grabbed me, hugging and kissing me as well.

"Beautiful as always." I complimented her. She blushed, then turned back to the kitchen, shaking her shapely ass as she walked away. Reese and I both stared.

She was, of course, nude. We would be as well, shortly, as clothing was optional, if not discouraged in this house.

"Married life seems to be agreeing with her." I smiled.

"She'll tell you otherwise." He said. "She's picked up about 20 pounds since all this started, she's a stress eater."

"Well, it landed in all the right places, if you ask me." I drooled.

"I agree wholeheartedly." He stated. "I think she looks sexy as hell."

"Behave, you two." Lauren chided.

We just grinned.

Reese helped me carry the luggage to our room, then excused himself, knowing it took Lauren a little time to get used to being naked around others. I peeled out of my clothes, glad to be rid of them. I hate clothes, wearing only what I have to at home. I had to dress nicely for my profession, so anytime I could go nude, in private, I jumped at the chance.

"I'm going out." I said, kissing Lauren on the forehead. "Join us when you're comfortable."

"I won't be long." She smiled.

Rounding the corner, I walked into the kitchen, then stopped dead. In addition to Carol, there was another woman helping prepare dinner.

"Robin?" I said, incredulously. "Is that you?"

"RJ." She beamed, hurrying over to hug me, breasts bouncing seductively. "Sorry I missed you earlier, I was in the john."

"What are you doing here?" I inquired.

"Reese and Carol wanted me here, to be safe." She answered. "Just like you."

"Where's Glen?" I asked.

Frowning, she said. "He's...spending some time...divorced."

"Oh, God." I gasped. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"I know." She said. "Not your fault, he fucked this one up all by himself."

Lauren came in as Robin and I pulled apart. "Honey." I said. "This is Robin, Carol's little sister, you met her at the wedding." "Robin, this is my wife, Lauren."

"A sister redhead." Robin kidded, hugging Lauren. "Nice to see you again."

"I heard what you said." Lauren consoled. "I'm so sorry." "RJ told me you and your husband were having trouble, but I prayed you'd work it out."

"Water under the bridge." Robin smiled. "But, thanks anyway."

"Dinner's ready." Carol announced. "Grab a plate."

Thankfully, the awkward conversation ended and we ate and talked, laughing and having a good time.

After dinner, the girls shoo'd Reese and I into the sunroom. "Don't need your naked asses in our way." Carol chuckled.

Reese broke out the bourbon, and we sat, talking, waiting for the girls to finish.

The girls came in, Carol sitting in Reese's lap, wiggling her ass on his semi erect cock.

Lauren went to sit beside me, and I grabbed her, pulling her into my lap, groping her ass in the process. "Not now." She hissed. "We just got here, and we have a guest."

"Don't trouble yourself on my behalf." Robin grinned. "Reese has been keeping me well cared for."

"Oh." Lauren coughed. "I didn't..."

Carol laughed. "We're sisters, we share...EVERYTHING."

Reese shrugged and chuckled. "Runs in the family, Carol's not the only nympho."

"I'm not a nympho." Robin protested. "I'm just horny...a lot."

Carol just grinned wickedly.

We all laughed at Robin's little joke, even Lauren. She was starting to lighten up, catching the sister's infectious free spirit. We chatted for several hours, catching up and telling stories, then, tired, scattered and went to bed.

I was in the shower, preparing for bed, when Lauren slipped in, wrapping her arms around me. "I glad we're here." She sighed. "I finally feel safe."

"We are well isolated." I agreed. She helped me wash up, then we laid down in bed, cuddling.

"Robin's very pretty." Lauren observed.

"Yes she is." I concurred.

"And she's a redhead." She added.

"Yes." I said. "Where is this going?"

"You've had...sex, with her, right?" She inquired.

"A very long time ago." I answered. "Before we met, I told you the story."

"Yes, I know." She admitted. "She's just so..."

"Are you worried I'm going to replace you with her?" I asked.

"A little." She admitted. "She's just so damn pretty with those perky tits and perfect ass, and she IS available."

"I will admit, she's why I have a thing for redheads." I confided. "But the only redhead I want now is you, silly." I smacked her ass cheek, making her yelp. "Let me show you."

She hugged me, obviously relieved, then squealed when I slipped a finger in her slit, probing for her clit. We made love, pleasuring each other, unhurried, tender, then, after our mutual climax, fell asleep, cradled in each other's arms. When I awoke the next morning, Lauren was gone. Evidently she'd decided to let me sleep.

I found her in the kitchen, talking with Robin.

"Morning beautiful." I beamed, kissing her and fondling a tit.

Lauren smacked my hand. "No touchy!" She giggled.

"Can't help myself." I teased. "I'm smitten."

Lauren blushed, she still has difficulty understanding my obsession with her body.

"Has he always been like this?" Robin asked.

"Yes." Lauren hissed. "Married over 30 years, and he's still horny as a teenager."

"You're lucky, you know?" Robin lamented. "I divorced my ex because he'd lost interest in me, actually in sex in general." "It left a big hole in our relationship, one I couldn't live with."

"Sorry." Lauren said. "I didn't mean to upset you." "I guess I sometimes forget how fortunate I am to have a husband that still wants me all these years later, fat, cellulite, scars and all." "He's insane, but that's another story."

Robin laughed. "Insane, no." She chuckled. "Crazy, yes, crazy in love, I know the look."

Carol sauntered in, yawning. "What did I miss?" She asked. "I heard laughing."

"We're questioning RJ's sanity." Lauren smiled.

"Well, if you want MY opinion." She grinned. "He's a fucking loon, always has been."

"Hey!" I protested. "I may be overly obsessed with my wife's assets, or at least her ass, but I don't think that constitutes lunacy."

"I'm with Wheels." Reese added, wandering in and hugging Carol, then fondling her tits. "If he's crazy, so am I."

Carol opened her mouth to respond.

"Not a word." Reese chided. "You'll be sleeping alone."

"You'd do it too." Carol moaned. "Just to torture me."

Reese smiled and sat next to her. "As much as it would kill me." He grinned. "I would."

We all laughed, enjoying the sparring match. After breakfast, we scattered throughout the house. I was planning on working on the 912, of course. The parts wouldn't arrive for a day or two, but there was still a lot to be done. I dressed in my grungy work clothes and headed for the garage.

"Shame to cover up that ass." Carol purred, as I passed her.

"No choice." I lamented. "Too many sharp objects, wouldn't want to neuter myself."

"That would be a tragedy." She laughed, hugging me. "Be careful."

Mostly I'd be working alone, Reese wasn't mechanically inclined. He's be working on the grounds, pruning plants, mending anything that needed it and generally staying out of the girls way.

Carol was going to putter in the house, laundry, cleaning and such.

"Can I help?" Lauren volunteered, as much as she was able. Her rheumatoid arthritis was acting up.

"I'd like that." Carol smiled. "But take it easy, I don't want you overdoing it."

"I've got a couple things to take care of, then I'll catch up with you." Robin said.

Several hours later, Robin wandered out to the garage. "Lunch is ready." She said. "So this heap is yours?"

"Yup." I beamed. "She's my baby." "You've seen it before, I had it when I dated Carol."

"I thought it looked familiar, I just couldn't place it." She mused. "Jesus, RJ." She laughed. "You look at that thing the same way you look at Lauren."

I paused for a moment. "I guess I never really thought about it." I pondered. "But this car and I go WAY back, even before her." "She was always there for me, until she got stolen." "I mourned her the same way I'd mourn a lost love, so you're probably right." "I still can't believe she's back." I was getting misty and turned away.

Robin hugged me. "You are something." She grinned.

After lunch, I returned to the garage. I was going to live here for the duration, or til I ran out of things to fix. Later, someone grabbed my ass.

"If that's you Reese, I'm gonna kick your ass." I growled.

"It's me, dumbass." Carol chuckled. "You coming to dinner, or do I need to bring it out here?"

"I should probably call it a night." I said. "Do I have time for a shower?"

"Of course." She grinned. "I knew you'd want to clean up."

I kissed her, patting her ass. "You still know me pretty well."

I arrived in the dining room, clean and fresh, just as the girls were setting the table. We ate, talking, and then adjourned to the pool deck. It was a beautiful, warm evening and being outside was nice after my day in the garage. Of course, alcohol was involved. Bourbon for Reese and I, and Carol had concocted something in the blender for the girls. We lounged around the pool, drinking and talking, telling stories on each other.

Lauren had gotten particularly tipsy, trying to erase the stress of the last several weeks. "Robin." She slurred. "I know RJ's history with Carol, what's your story?"

I tried not to spit out my drink. I hoped Robin wouldn't tell too much.

"Well." She started. "I only saw him a couple time while he was dating Carol." "I always thought he was a nice guy, other than that, not much to tell."

"Not according to Carol." She grinned. "I've heard stories."

Robin shot a quick glance at Carol, then me. "What'd you tell her Sis?" She hissed.

"Christmas." She grinned. "Or have you forgotten?" "We were swapping our most memorable encounters, so RJ and I told that one, together."

"Knowing how shameless Carol is." Robin moaned. "I'm sure there's nothing left to tell."

"So you two never got together again?" She inquired.

"Lauren!" I yelped.

Reese and Carol were laughing at my distress.

"I wanted to." She admitted. "I even thought about calling him after he and Carol broke up, but I never did."

"I see." She said. "He says you're the reason he's fond of redheads, you left quite an impression."

Robin blushed. "I'm flattered, but that was a very long time ago."

"Can we change the subject?" I protested. "I'm sure Robin's tired of being grilled."

We decided to swim for awhile, relaxing in the warm water.

I cornered Lauren. "What was that all about?" I hissed. "Don't you think you were a bit out of line?"

"I see how she looks at you." Lauren observed. "She still has feelings for you."

"And I have fond memories of her too." I admitted. "That doesn't warrant the third degree, jealousy doesn't suit you."

"What?" She laughed. "I'm not jealous." "She's no threat to me...,to us." "I was just being silly."

Splashing from the other end of the pool ended our discussion. Carol was trying to drag Reese out of the pool. Robin swooped in and assisted, flopping him out onto the deck. Carol wasted no time mounting Reese's massive cock, sinking balls deep instantly. Reese groaned, then grabbed Carol's tits, groping them as she started fucking him. Robin tore Reese's hands from Carol's breasts, then unceremoniously sat on his face, blanketing him with her red furred muff.

Lauren gasped, transfixed by the sight. I sat on a lounger and pulled her into my lap, impaling her on my upright boner. She attempted to protest, but was overwhelmed by desire. She started bouncing on my dick, eyes never leaving the scene in front of her. I reached around her, cupping her 38DD tits, pulling and pinching her pale nipples, causing her to purr and slam herself harder onto me. She came quickly, she usually did when she drank, then I grunted and climaxed, filling her pussy with my molten cum. We remained coupled, my cum running from her pussy, and watched Reese, Carol and Robin.

Robin orgasmed next, sighing loudly, then rose and sat in a chair, awaiting the final act.

Reese went back to kneading Carol's tits as she bucked in his lap, threatening to throw herself off. Slamming herself one last time onto Reese, she came, groaning, body quivering. Reese followed moments later, grunting like a boar and exploding in Carol clenching cunt.

We applauded. "Well done." I said.

Carol stood, a bit wobbly, and bowed, Reese's cum running down her thighs.

Reese waived. "Always glad to please the fans." He grinned.

Lauren and I excused ourselves and retired to our room. After a quick shower, we went to bed.

For the next few weeks, we ate, talked, and watched each other fuck. During the days, I worked on the 912, at night, I made love to my wife. She wasn't like this at home. I could learn to like quarantine.

I could tell Lauren was developing an itch only Reese could scratch, she was starting to drool when she saw his cock. Carol was also having a hard time. She loved my cunt licking, and was increasingly distressed, not getting any. Normally, we'd be swapping by this time, but Robin had thrown a wrench into the dynamic. Of course, Reese, Carol and I knew Robin was game, but we couldn't risk exposing my recent relationship with Robin.

Lying in bed one night, Lauren asked. "Honey." She purred. "Can I play with Reese?" "I really need what he can give me."

"Of course." I grinned. "He's about to pop, he wants you so badly."

"But what about Robin?" She inquired.

"Do you want to have sex with her too?" I asked, puzzled.

"No..." She sputtered. "Carol's the only one I feel that comfortable with, it's just awkward having her here."

"Well, you and he could fuck in private." I offered.

"But I'm sure you want Carol." She said. "It wouldn't be fair to leave her all alone while we had fun."

"What do you propose?" I asked.

"I don't know." She sighed. "Maybe I should talk to Carol."

"Well, in all honesty." I added. "You should talk to Robin too, after all, she's involved."

"You're right." She beamed. "That's what I'll do."

A day or two later, I came in from the garage, having taken the 912 on an extended test drive, and found the girls in the sunroom. They'd been talking, but went silent when I walked in.

Lauren blushed when she saw me. "What brings you in, honey?" She asked.

"Aah." I grunted. "Cut my finger, need to clean it up."

"The bathroom in the garage has a first aid kit in the cabinet." Carol said.

"Shoulda thought of that." I chided myself. "Thanks."

Reese was sitting on a stool in the garage when I returned. "What's up Wheels?" He grinned.

"Had to bandage a finger." I answered. "Nothing unusual."

"How's the car coming?" He inquired.

"Mechanically, I've done everything I can do." I smiled. "I'm going to start on the cosmetics."

"Wow." He whistled. "You've been busy."

"Honestly." I admitted. "She's still in pretty good shape."

"Changing the subject." He said. "I was walking through the sunroom, and the girls seem to be having a rather serious discussion, any idea what's going on?"

"Possibly." I answered. "Lauren needs her Reese fix, and Robin being here has her flummoxed." "She doesn't want her to feel left out, but she doesn't know what to do."

"Well, I'm having a difficult time walking in her presence." He grinned. "If I'm being honest, and I know Carol's about to lose her mind wanting that tongue of yours."

"Exactly." I stated. "Where does that leave Robin?" "You and I both know she'd be OK either way, but Lauren's concerned."

"Well I'm sure Carol will have an answer." Reese laughed. "And knowing her, we'll both benefit."

"I hope you're right." I grinned. "I'm really missing Carol, but the thought of getting Robin's pussy again, with Lauren's consent, is quite arousing." "I've always felt a little guilty going behind her back."

"With Glen out of the picture, are you sure that's a good idea?" Reese asked. "I know how you two feel about each other." "Hope you don't mind me asking?"

"I'd be mad if you didn't." I smiled. "Yes, I do love Robin, but I love Lauren more, I'd never leave her." "There's more to a relationship than sex, if I were that shallow, I'd have left her years ago." "We've got over 30 years together, that's not something you throw away casually."

"Glad to hear it, Wheels." He grinned. "If you hurt Lauren, I'm not sure I could forgive you."

"Damn." I said. "When did we get so serious?"

"You're right." Reese shook his head. "Anything I can help with?"

"How are you with a toothbrush?" I grinned. "Got lots of interior to scrub."

Robin came out to retrieve Reese and I for dinner. "Carol says you two need to get your asses in here or else." She chuckled.

"Guess we better move it." I grinned. "Wouldn't want to piss off the lady of the house."

Reese took off while I put some tools away.