The alarm went off and Lenny got up quickly and went to look in on little Carlos. He was still fast asleep for a change, so she ran downstairs to start the coffee.
Karl stirred, rolled over but found Lenny gone. Time to get up and get to work. He didn't mind working, the fun part at least. The fun part was the actual mining, finding new ways to extract materials from ore; visiting mines to see men working; the actual lab work involved, which he liked to do but was frowned on by others in management, particularly his father.
Lately though, something had been gnawing inside him. Environmentalists accused mining companies of despoiling the environment. The initial reaction was to deny it, and to point out the improvements that had been made over the years in mining practices. But could they do more? He wondered. Could they do more to take care of cleanup, to find new, better methods of extraction?
He lay thinking about these problems when he heard a squeal from the other room. He jumped up and walked quickly in to see his son, Carlos, who was just waking up. He loved this little blond two-year-old boy, and while there was some question as to whose baby he really was, Karl didn't care.
"Dada! Dada!" The little one laughed up at him. Karl gathered him up in his arms and hugging him close, walked downstairs to find Lenny in the kitchen.
"Where were you, I needed you." He told her.
"You always need me first thing in the morning. You've got to be quicker when the alarm goes off."
"Let's go back to bed and make another one to go with Carlos. A little girl."
"Fuck off!" Lenny told him. "One's enough for now"
"Buck off Dada! Buck off Dada!" The little one screamed, laughing.
"Oh dear, I'm going to have to be more careful." Lenny said, as Karl smiled. "And no laughing, that'll just encourage him."
Soon Karl had eaten breakfast and was off to the office.
Lenny was just going out to the car to do some shopping when the phone rang.
It was Karl. "You'll never guess who's coming to San Francisco! Chucker."
He told her excitedly.
She stopped and stood open mouthed for a couple of minutes.
"Are you there? Did you hear me?" Karl said.
"Yes, dear, I heard you. It just took me completely by surprise."
"Well isn't that wonderful? Aren't you excited?"
"Of course, of course I am. It's going to be wonderful to see him again. But I'm just going out the door, we'll talk about it when you get home."
They talked about Chucker's visit over dinner and Lenny tried to restrain her enthusiasm, until finally Karl asked her if he shouldn't ask him to stay with them.
"Of course he has to stay here." Lenny protested. "It's just that I'm sort of nervous about seeing him again, and I wonder what he'll expect."
"You know what he'll expect, my love. You must make up your own mind about what you'll do about it."
The day for Chucker's arrival drew close and Lenny personally saw that everything was ready for him. She looked forward to having sex with him after all this time, but serious doubts ran through her mind: had he changed? Would he want her? Would it be as good as before or a disappointment? How would Karl feel about this? And then the worst doubt of all, would the pleasure be so great that she'd want to leave Karl.
She'd talked to Karl and he'd said she didn't mind if she "slept " with Chucker, and, in fact he thought they might all relive the night in France, Nice, when they'd all shared the same bed. But those doubts and others still gnawed at her.
Lenny felt guilty. She shouldn't feel the need for another man, she shouldn't feel this excitement. What was the difference between this feeling and love, or was it just lust. She wondered if it was possible to be in love with two men at the same time, because this is what she felt for both Karl and Chucker.
As the time grew closer she prepared Carlos to meet his.....to meet Chucker. She wanted him to make a good impression, although she couldn't imagine why he wouldn't.
They had arranged a gathering of friends and relatives for the Sunday after Chucker's arrival. They'd also planned to take him out to one of the good restaurants one evening, and for that Lenny had arranged for one of her good friends who was single at the time, to make a fourth. Doris was English and a great sport with a good sense of humor. The fact that Lenny knew that she enjoyed good sex was an added incentive to ask her.
They drove out to the airport on Friday and had about a half hour to wait before Chucker appeared among a crowd of other travelers disgorging through a door. He didn't see them at first, but stood there looking around for a moment.
Lenny saw him, and bending over whispered something to Carlos, who ran forward and grabbing Chucker's trouser leg looked up at him and said:
"'Allo mite!"
Chucker looked down at the blond two year old beside him. Then dropped his carry-on bag and suit case and stooping over scooped the child up.
"Where did you learn to speak Aussie?" He laughed.
"'Allo mite!" Carlos repeated.
"You're coming back to Oz with me." Chucker told him, laughing, but with a tear in his eye. "We can't have you in among these foreign savages."
Lenny and Karl came forward and both hugged him.
"You shouldn't have done that." He said. "Who put him up to that?"
"He's been talking like that since he was born." Lenny told him, laughing. Then kissed him, first on the cheek and the on the mouth.
Karl gave him a hug, then "Let's go find the car."
"How was the flight? You must be tired."
They walked through to the parking lot chatting, and in spite of the usual dismal traffic they were soon home. Karl showed Chucker his room and Chucker unpacked then looked around the room as he changed and showered. He glanced in the drawer of the bedside table, no Gideon bible, but a tube of lubricant and a package of condoms.
"Ah Lenny." He thought. "Is this a message from you? " He felt his penis start to harden, and the longing for her brought a smile to his lips. But condoms? Really? They hadn't used them before, and he was sure she was on the pill. Perhaps this was message: she didn't want to get pregnant again. He was sure Carlos was his child. What a beautiful little boy! And that attempt to make him speak Aussie, he laughed out loud.
Karl and Chucker had a drink in the living room while Lenny was putting Carlos to bed. The men talked shop and Karl even brought up his doubts about the way they both made their living, from mining. There was a little tension over this so Karl dropped it.
Lenny brought Carlos down to say good night to his fathers then she went to dress for dinner. As she dressed she prepared herself for her lover. She remembered he liked her shaved, then, in spite of the fact that she knew it would hurt, she made sure she was clean because she wanted him to give her anal sex.
Then, stockings, garter belt, short skirt and she was ready, ready for dinner - and more.
They had dinner in the breakfast room which was more intimate than the dining room. Caprice, the Latina maid, had prepared a delicious meal and had opened a nice bottle of Oregon Pinot Noir, which suited their mood perfectly.
Lenny had dressed for Chucker, short skirt, everything. Between the main course and dessert he put his hand on her knee, then slipped it under her short skirt, and felt the garter belt at the top of her stockings. She didn't resist him, and soon they were both getting very worked up.
After dinner they all sat in the living room and talked for a little while, and while it was still quite early Karl said he was going upstairs to the office to clear up some work and then would go to bed. The other two sat opposite each other in silence for a few minutes. Then Lenny turned toward Chucker and smiled shyly.
He eyed her lovely legs; her still slender body; the perfect mouth that had melded with his in France; the eyes that searched his eyes for what was to come next.
"Lenny, I almost didn't come to visit you and Karl because I was afraid you might have changed, or that your attitude to me might have changed. Has it?"
Her smile broadened, "That was exactly what I felt about you. I haven't changed, I still feel the same way about everything as I did in France."
He got up and sat beside her on the couch, then kissed her. Lenny reacted immediately, returning the kiss hard, and their lips, their mouths, locked together. Chucker soon had her breast out and was kissing her hard nipple. Then his hand was under her skirt, finding the soft flesh above her stockings as she moved her legs apart to help him.
"Take off your knickers."
Chucker told her gruffly, and she complied immediately. As his fingers to touched her labia there was a knock at the door.
In the kitchen Caprice had finished cleaning up. She really enjoyed working for Karl and Lenny. They were so generous, and paid her well to stay when they had guests. She had expected Karl to make some moves on her as other male employers had done. They had always paid her extra and practiced safe sex. Her husband never asked about it, and was glad of the money.
She couldn't miss the fact that Lenny and the Australian were pretty close, and saw his hand on her thigh during dinner. When she went to the living room to say she was leaving, she noticed that they were both flustered, and saw what looked like Lenny's panties on the floor by the couch.
As soon as Caprice left Lenny and Chucker kissed again, but after a few minutes Lenny pulled away.
"We should go upstairs."
"Okay," Chucker took her hand and they went upstairs together.
As they passed the office door Lenny stopped and went in to see Karl who was at the computer.
"Goodnight my love, we're going to bed."
"I know. If you want to come back later I'll be waiting. But it's up to you."
"Okay. I love you, Karl, You know that, but I can't help this. I need it."
They kissed and Lenny went down the hall to Chucker's bedroom. Immediately she was in the door he had her in his arms again, kissing, kissing. He took off her blouse and bra, and stood back for a moment looking at her breasts.
"They're bigger." He told her, smiling.
"How do you know? You couldn't remember what they looked like. Besides, they aren't firm any more and have stretch marks."
"Your tits are mature now and I love them." And he bent over and kissed one, then taking the nipple in his moth started sucking.
"Oh yes, so sweet. Suck me my baby, suck my tits." The feeling made her light headed and made her vagina tingle. And she remembered how it had felt when little Carlos had sucked on her, and wondered if she had any milk left in her breasts, just a little milk for his father.
Chucker soon moved on, slipping his hand under her skirt and finding her vagina. She sighed as he started to manipulate her, particularly her clitoris. She wanted him to fuck her badly.
It was just moments before she was lying spreadeagled on the bed, Chucker naked, and Lenny in just stockings and garter belt. She'd have taken those off too, but he wouldn't let her. He loved the way the garter belt, garters and stockings framed her vulva.
