A Couple Pt 06

A Couple - Part 6 - Restart Needed

After a frantic two weeks, the West End women were beginning to calm down. Clients seemed to be pleased with the new arrangement, although there were risque comments about the new Persephone Ltd name.

Madelyn had returned and filled our bed with her luscious body, and our brains with intriguing ideas for joining the new enterprise. She was not averse to using sex to emphasize her arguments.

"Oscar, I need you desperately. I've given up fucking clients. A healthy woman needs frequent sex!"

Pulling her tight to my chest, I fingered a breast and tweaked the stiff nipple. "Natalie, look at this terrible slut, she is hitting on me again!"

I could see by her eyes that my playing with Madelyn was getting her own juices going. We still hadn't had sex since the baby. Maybe this was the night. She sat up, removing the nightgown and rolling into Madelyn. "Don't call her a slut, Oscar. As she says, these are just the impulses of a healthy female."

As they wrestled, I could tell that I needed to take care of two sexpots this evening. Would Oliver, who was sleeping in his crib on the far side of Natalie, break up the games? My hands caressed and tweaked, raising the temperature.

"We are not talking work now. We are dealing with your sinful instincts. Your decadent feminine desires! My cock is going to drive those girl-girl impulses away!"

I sank easily into Madelyn, who clutched me tightly and whispered abuse. "You are such a brute. We'd better be quiet or he will spoil our party!"

Natalie pulled me away and impaled herself from the top. "You have been ignoring my needs, husband! What are you doing, entertaining that other pussy?"

I worked both of them in near silence except for heavy breathing and low moans. Natalie's sex was almost restored to its former glory. And it liked the cock it had known for many years. She asked, breathlessly, "I'm not too loose, am I?"

"Two sluts at once? You are as bad as she is. Wrecking my cock and asking if you are loose! Take this!"

A few measured thrusts and my ever orgasmic wife was losing it in a long low moan. "Oh Oscar, I'm coming!"

A quick move and I was back in the British cunt, which squeezed me viciously. "Damn, you are bad, having two at once!"

Natalie watched and grinned as the twisty young thing gave me a fight. I pressed the muscled legs back to her tits, growling with more hard thrusts, and quickly she was howling with a top to bottom orgasm. I filled her sex with a generous ration of come, thinking how lucky I was to have a beautiful wife who so easily shared me with these other hot things. A noise had Natalie out of the bed and carrying Oliver away.

"Oscar," Madelyn laughed, "I hope you know how happy you make us. We feel every inch of that glorious cock bringing us off." She pulled our lips together for a long gentle kiss.

I asked, fatuously, "Are your needs satisfied, hot one?"

She punched me hard in the stomach. "Don't get arrogant. After I clean up your damage, we are going to talk."

Around an early morning hot chocolate, the three of us talked work while Oscar filled his tummy, waving and kicking.

Natalie said, "Madelyn, Oscar and I have a lot of experience in our jobs. We are paid well and have more we can contribute before retiring. We have many friends through our work."

I added, "You can tell we are not anxious to walk away from two good jobs, especially now that there is a young one to care for. What about an arrangement that leaves doors open in some way?"

There was an extended moment of silence. Madelyn came around the table and sat in my lap. Wrapping my arm around her chest, she nodded at Natalie, "You will allow this?"

My loving wife with baby at her breast grinned and responded, "Certainly not, terrible tramp. You are in a proper household."

Madelyn kissed my cheek and said, "We will still be welcome here? We can keep the studio?"

Catching her head between my hands, I applied another one of those long gentle kisses on the pouty lips. She slumped to my shoulder. Natalie mouthed, "Well done."

Scooting back from the table, I centered her between my legs. "You have Sarah's building for an official storefront. You can keep this place as your low profile headquarters, where devious plots are hatched in the middle of the aggressive male swimmers!"

She leaned back, bouncing her head on my chest. "I suppose we must have frequent parties where partners are invited so nasty rumors are held at bay?"

"Yes, although that brings its own hazards. Some of those partners are certainly bi-sexual and will come after you!"

She drew my hands to her still naked tits. "Yes, although there are already bi games going on, so that won't be unpleasant, will it? Are you ready for a male to come after you?"

I pinched the insolent nipples. "You are a menace. A delightful, sexy menace. Natalie and I will obtain permission to undertake selected projects on your behalf."

The muscled demoness buried her head, crying quietly. I looked at Natalie, who whispered, "Be good."

Suzanne appeared in her morning swim suit as I carried Madelyn back to bed. "What gives? Have you damaged her?"

With Madelyn down, I put Suzanne over my shoulder for several good whacks. "You are not very trusting, young one." In the kitchen, Natalie handed over a steaming coffee mug. "We were talking about Persephone and jobs and the future. Madelyn had a bit of a soft spot over the welcome she gets from us."

They shared a tender hug. "I shouldn't bad mouth Oscar. Both of you are so nice to all your women guests."

The hug was nice, the hard kiss was even nicer. "Thank you Oscar, for everything. You rescued me from Geoff and..."

I swatted her bottom, "Go deal with your swimmers."

Natalie assumed the position in my lap recently occupied by Madelyn. A kiss was followed by, "I am not sure I am not jealous about all this lap sitting." She nibbled on my fingertips and smiled evily.

"Why is that? You just got a ration of good sex, and jealousy rears its ugly head?"

She wiggled her bottom, which was making me hard again. "Just kidding. You keep endearing yourself to all these females. I am not used to it. Before marrying you and birthing Oliver, I never even saw your other conquests."

After a soft silence, I said, "You remember I told you that your charms made me give them all up?"

"Yes. I do. It is one of the reasons I threw away my birth control in Riga."

"And, if I am not mistaken, you were as hot for the sex we had in London as I was."

"Yes. I was. It opened my single woman's eyes to broader horizons." She giggled in my arms.

"So you are not actually asking me to give up the extracurricular sex I have with our friends?"

Her whisper at my ear was soft, "No, you goofy dumb guy, I enjoy our playtimes as much as you do."

I napped with her in my arms on the living room sofa, feeling goofy.

Wilma poked us awake. She had been in the video room, talking to London.

"They sent a message. Sarah and Lisa are coming this way on Friday. Madelyn should be prepared to go the other way over the weekend."

I reached for her hand and pulled the tight body into our pile under the blanket. "We've missed you."

"Yes. Same here. This isn't just a peaceful swimming place anymore." My hands were rudely exploring, for which I got a hot kiss.

"Did you find a sexy guy across the water?"

"No, but one of the swimmers asked me out this morning. Said he had broken up with his girlfriend and could ask me out, which he had wanted to do for a long time."

Natalie asked, "Do you suppose that is the truth, or a fib?"

She still had her nylon Speedo on, but I was rubbing in all right places.

"I don't know, but am going to a show in the city with him on the weekend." She looked at me with sultry eyes. "Madelyn says she had incredible sex with you this morning. I suppose there is nothing left for me? You are being very free with your hands. I might have to attack your equipment."

Natalie said, "Oscar, she deserves a night in our bed. It has been too long..."

"Oh, I am so happy to be back with you. And little Oliver. Please don't make me go away..."

She sniffled and cuddled and we petted Wilma like a favorite kitty. "Now, now. No one is talking about any exiles. Especially you, who helped start all this. Lisa says Oliver must have many nannies!"

She closed her eyes, mumbling, "Many nannies."

We were awakened by Madelyn and Suzanne, bearing a wiggling baby who obviously had food on his mind. Our pile spilled out on the carpet so that mommy could provide liquid lunch. I wrestled with all three of the nannies.

"Oscar, we need more space around the video room. Secure space for people and machines. Will you allow us to tunnel back into the hill? The three of us want to surprise the partners with our progress on important priorities..."

I roared as I embraced all three. "Digging in the front yard? What a horrible idea!"

Oliver and Natalie were both looking at the wrestling bodies. I calmed them, saying, "Let's get moving. But we have to conceal the extent of the expansion. What if we call it a minor office remodel? And find a contractor who understands about secure space and work that is not on the approved plans? Not to mention a smart, knowledgeable architect?"

I was smothered with kisses. Madelyn sat on me. "He loves projects. Especially when they are proposed by half naked women!"

"I am doing some laps. Anything to clear my head. Can you have the architect here for dinner?"

Natalie came out and joined me, no suit in evidence. The sloppy parts of her body were shrinking rapidly. After ten laps, she pushed me against the tile surround in the shallow end. "You keep being the perfect father, and the perfect lover and mentor to those women. What is wrong?"

"I'm not sure. Must have something to do with a certain female that has regained her shape in an incredibly short time."

"Oof! You are bad." We were melted together in a long kiss when lunch arrived, along with Oliver in his crib.

"Oscar, believe it or not, we have found an architect without half trying. She is the sister of a guy that Suzanne worked with at Geoff's company."

"If we end up hiring her, will she keep our project secret from Geoff?"

Madelyn said, "None of us has met her. Let's have the dinner meeting and see where we are."

The afternoon was busy with many little chores. At five, with another mild evening in prospect, I rolled out the minibar, checked the ice, and arranged chairs for a cocktail hour. I even put on proper clothes for a business meeting. The women had pretty dresses as well. Lisa would be proud if she was here.

At six, Madelyn went down to handle parking. As they returned, Wilma poked me in the ribs. "Look at those shoulders. Another swimmer for sure."

Our guest stopped by the pool, "What a perfect setting. Do you use it much? Are random dinner guests allowed a dip?" Everyone giggled as Marsha Wilson was introduced. "Did I say something wrong already?" The dark eyes were bright and curious.

Natalie brought Oliver over to say hello. He gurgled his happy noise and had an instant fan. "My goodness, what a healthy baby. Hello Oliver." She extended the standard adult finger, which he grabbed as per script for small babies.

Madelyn sat next to her and said, "We didn't know you were a swimmer, but are pleased to see those shoulders. What events did you compete in?"

"Freestyle to 800, and Medley. At Berkeley."

I could see that Marsha was already building lots of brownie points and decided we needed to slow things down a bit. I offered a drink and she asked for a G&T, saying it was probably a bad move for her to ask for alcohol before she said a word about the project.

I smiled and said, "You have a choice of a swim, a drink, or both. We are in no hurry. These other seal like creatures may join you."

"You are serious? I can borrow a suit?"

A female chorus sang out, "Yes. Of course. Although mostly we don't bother, except for morning swim club. Maybe since you met us all of five minutes ago, we will do suits. Come along."

Natalie, Oliver and I sipped our drinks and laughed. I reached for Mr. Happy Face and he wiggled in my arms. "He seems awfully strong for a couple of weeks."

"He is. The doctor thinks so too. Says we need to pay close attention to the foot because all his muscles are growing so fast. There is a set of exercises we are supposed to do with him. I will instruct you!"

We were holding hands when four bodies raced across the patio and into the pool. Marsha's freestyle seemed to lift her right out of the water.

I squeezed Natalie's fingers and said, "I think she already has the job."

"Yes, another miracle hire." Oliver was not entranced by thrashing bodies. His head went down on my shoulder and the tiny eyes closed. When I looked over, Natalie had disappeared. In a moment, she was back with her phone, wanting a father and son photo. One of the swimmers noticed and came over to get some family snaps. "The three of you make a perfect picture! Send it quick to London!"

Later, we were gathered around the dining table, excitement still in the air. Suzanne said, "Marsha is such a tiger in the water! And she knows Sarah!"

I said, with my best fake growl, "But does she know any architecture? Maybe she only does backyard sheds!"

They immediately came after me. "That was really rude. Take it back! She has an architecture degree from Berkeley and has interned all over the Valley!"

In short order, Marsha was manhandled into my lap. "Apologize and give her a sweet kiss."

It started out short and sweet, but didn't stay that way. After almost a minute, there were humpf's in the background. She leaned back, "After this introduction, and an invitation for a sleepover and morning swim, you want me to talk architecture?"

Natalie motioned, and everyone moved to her large bed. Oliver was put in the hall so we didn't bother him. Marsha was positioned against the headboard on pillows. The dresses had vanished and bodies wore tailored sweats in various colors.

Madelyn announced, "We are required to interview you. Unfortunately, the two partners are in London and won't be here until the weekend. But we could get a good start now if you like. There is one small problem, which is we will need an NDA to cover the project and anything else you might discover working for us if you get the job."

I sat at Marsha's feet, providing a massage. She stared at me, "My god, you are going to do that and expect me to keep talking?" To Madelyn, she said, "Everything in the Valley is under NDA. I've signed ever so many. It is not a problem."

Wilma began, "There is a video facility down near where you parked. Not very old, but already needs expansion. Our company just merged with another, and this site is going to be the secure location. Servers, backup power, encrypted video and all that. We can do a tour in the morning, or later tonight, if you like. By midnight our time, the London people have been for a run and are having breakfast, so that is a good time to talk to them."

Everyone looked at Marsha, who was fast asleep, a smile on her face. Madelyn found a light blanket and carefully spread it over the body. We silently left the room.

I was pushed to the living room carpet, where four tense females leaned on me. "We have to hire her!"

I hummed. They looked at me suspiciously. I smiled and hummed more. One by one, I moved in and kissed eyes, noses, lips and other places.

They closed their eyes and hummed back. I wondered who would get us up at midnight and decided it didn't matter. Oliver was the backup, anyway. I smiled and slept.

A toe nudged me. "Here is your son. He has been fed. You are the babysitter. The rest of us are going down to talk to London." I heard bodies shuffling around. Another voice said quietly in my ear, "You are alright with this? It seems strange."

"Kiss me."

Fabulous lips, even nicer and softer than before. I whispered, "Just be yourself. I think you are already hired."

A little hand was tugging on my finger. I opened my eyes to see his blues gazing directly into mine. The kid was already showing intelligence, I thought. I said to him, "You and I don't have to do anything. It is the middle of the night. What if you slide down here under the edge of the blanket and we have more nap?" He gurgled and relaxed against me. Smart kid, I thought.

Someone, perhaps a mother, kissed my forehead. I could feel the warmth of Oliver's little body against my side. "How did you talk him into sleeping with you?"

"Smart kid."

The voice said, "Stay there and we will give you a report."

The others surrounded my son and me. I opened my eyes and saw pillows, blankets and bodies. Natalie said, "It was very funny, except maybe for poor Marsha. Sarah only wanted to talk swimming. Lisa only wanted to talk about what Marsha's future plans were. Finally, Marsha got a little frustrated and asked if she was going to be hired or was this just a midnight women's klatch?"

"What did they say?"

"It was very cruel. Sarah said, 'Of course you are hired. How silly do you think we are?' "

Marsha spoke up, "Then Lisa said, 'I think we need to hire you fulltime. Does that work? Of course, you will need to take interesting outside commissions from time to time.' "

Madelyn said, "Marsha will need to start sleeping over. She is going to help Sarah with swimming training. Did you know we are going to field an AAU swim team? It is all decided."

There was an evil giggle in her voice. I groaned, "It is a good thing I wasn't there."

"Well, you weren't much good up here. Oliver has been using you as a pillow, gurgling and waving away."

I closed my eyes and hummed. Dimly, I heard, "Stop that, what kind of an executive are you?"

Oliver and I were awake at four. How could we not be, with bare feet thumping all around us?

Natalie's voice whispered, "I'll change him and bring coffee. Relax."

Trying to prove I wasn't a total slug, I propped myself on pillows and looked around. Looked like the remains of a slumber party. From the kitchen doorway, females in suits with caps on were giving me the evil eye. Marsha was in the middle of the pack, looking like she always belonged.

"Recruiting is over?" I asked.

Marsha did a forward rolling somersault, ending with lips touching mine. Her voice was husky and sultry. "Yes, I have been recruited and am going to work today. I can hardly remember everything that happened last night, but a chance to swim with this group is incredible!"

She jumped away, pointing an evil finger at me.

Natalie and Oliver were back, relaxing on their own pillows as the swimmers ran out into the dark. I smiled at her, "I am not sure our recruiting technique is in the HR manual."

"I'm sure it isn't. But what fabulous luck we are having in attracting talent."

"Even if the gender balance is out of whack?"

She smirked. "Never you mind about gender balance. That is not under your control!"

Crawling into Natalie's bed, I was thinking that life had become a series of naps, interspersed with high velocity plans, decisions and baby care.

The sun was waking me up when Marsha wandered in from the shower, toweling the exceptional body. "They tell me I must consult with you about the space plan. Am I permitted to have clothes on?"

"Bring a hairbrush and get in here. We will decide about clothes later."

I was pleased to have another woman's hair to fix. It was shoulder length, dark brown with highlights. She was about 5-7 and had the swimmer's look, with smooth muscles everywhere.

"You are bad. This is turning me on something awful." She appealed to Natalie. "Do all the women get this treatment?

Natalie reached over and tweaked a stiff nipple. "Of course. It is an occupational hazard. I know it is crazy, but we are living like an extended family, and it seems to be working."