Early November
Year 5 of Us
Tuesday
It was late at night as I sat at my desk, making the changes that my editor Ulysses Jacoby wanted in the current manuscript when I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall.
"It's okay, Sherlock, go back to sleep," I heard Lacey say softly before she came into the room that I was using as an office while my usual office was the crib room.
"Good boy," I heard Mir murmur.
So, two of my loves were coming down the hall, but I wondered: where was Cathy? I heard a soft giggle, realizing that she was with Lacey and Mir. I smiled, but kept working.
"Wyatt?" I heard Lacey ask, in her "come hither" voice.
"Yes, Beloved?" I hid my smile and continued working.
"Are you almost done?" Her hands touched my shoulders, the one on my left was very, very gentle. She kissed the back of my head before using her left hand to stroke through my ponytail. I tilted my head back, earning a giggle. "Oh, he likes that!"
"He does like that!" I replied. "Very much," I said as I closed my eyes.
I felt someone caress my chest, then Mir murmured, "He seems happy."
I opened my right eye to see Mir leaning against the desk. I opened both eyes when I realized that she was wearing just a black bra and panties under a lacy robe, which looked fantastic against her pale skin.
"Hey, handsome!"
"Hello, beautiful!"
Another pair of hands began to caress me from the other side, so I turned to see Cathy dressed in a matching set, but in blue, as she leaned closer to me. She winked at me, then softly kissed my cheek.
"So, cowboy? Are you done for the night?"
"I reckon so. One more chapter and I can send it back." Lacey's hands moved onto my face, her fingertips gently scratching my skin.
"Close down and come with us," Lacey whispered, then I nodded.
I lifted my head, closed and saved my work, then began to moan softly as all six hands began to caress me.
"I think that he's happy." Cathy said lightly.
"No, he's content, which is better," I replied, smiling.
"I'm surprised you're still awake, to be honest," said Mir.
"Why?"
"Well, yesterday you worked the fence out back. This morning, you and Lacey covered the garden for the winter. You've been in here the rest of the day."
"And, last month, you got shot!" Cathy added.
"No, I didn't get shot. Lacey did. I just got hit by a spent bullet."
Lacey pulled on the back of my chair until she could look down into my eyes. "You *bled*, Wyatt. You were protecting me. Don't sell yourself short." She had a fierce look on her face, so I simply nodded.
"If you'll let me up, Beloved, I'd like to find out what you three have planned." I smiled as she helped me sit up.
"We don't want you to fall backward, cowboy," Cathy said as she and Mir reached out to take my hands, giving me anchors to simply stand up.
When I turned around, Lacey was standing in front of me, her outfit a light red, as she smiled at me.
"Surprise!" she said softly, smiling.
I smiled back as Mir tucked herself under my left arm and Cathy did the same under my right arm. Lacey moved closer and grabbed my belt.
"Follow me," she smiled even more, that wicked smile that always made me a little weak. She turned and began leading us all out of the room.
"What about...?"
"Work saved?" Lacey asked.
"Yes."
"Everything closed?"
"Yeah..."
"Good. You need to do some pleasing and get some pleasing." She led us down the hall, going quietly past the twins' room, then into our bedroom. She released my belt, then turned to face, wicked smile on her face. "Ladies, it's time," she said simply.
Mir tugged the bottom of my shirt from my pants and carefully pulled it off my raised arms. She looked at my left shoulder, then nodded. "It's not red anymore, love." She gently kissed where the scars were.
Cathy unbuckled my belt, then unfastened my pants. When I looked down at her, she smiled as she pulled my pants and underwear down to my feet. She held them both down as I stepped out of the legs, slipping out of my slippers as I did so. "Oh, I like what I see!" Cathy chuckled, then I felt her warm lips on my cock.
I sighed, and reached down to her head, but Lacey intercepted them. "No, not now," she teased.
"No?"
A shake of her head, then Lacey moved close enough that we could kiss while Cathy sucked my cock. Our tongues played with each other, then Lacey broke the kiss.
"Turn your head to the left, Wyatt," she said softly.
When I did, Mir's face was right there, lips pursed. We kissed, and Mir moaned into my mouth as her tongue forced itself into my mouth. Lacey kissed my chest and then I felt Cathy slid her mouth from my cock.
I felt hands trail up my sides, and I have no idea whose hands were doing what. My hands moved onto Lacey's hips, making her moan as I caressed her through the lace.