The day Margaye's house sold was one of the few days I wasn't batshit busy. Allison canceled her appointments. Margaye was literally vacuuming the curtains all morning until the call came that the deal had closed. She sat on the floor for a moment afterwards. I fetched Allison and we all sat together in silence.
Allison asked "how do you feel?"
"I know it sounds horrible, but... free."
We all nodded and enjoyed the moment. It was one of those rare, partly cloudy days in Seattle. Sun peeked in through the open blinds and we sat in undulating pools of light on the carpet.
"If you are up for it, I have a plan." Allison was on her back, hands tucked behind her head.
"Hmm?"
"Times like this, it's best to celebrate. None of us have too many friends here. Just work friends. So, it's just us three. I've booked a boutique hotel in the bougie part of town. On airline miles. Let's fuck off for a day or two?" Allison was looking at Margaye. I said nothing.
Margaye seemed nervous. Overwhelmed. "To do what?"
Allison responded, "oh whatever the fuck you want, girl! You go solo. Get some sleep. Find a date. Or we can all go out and find ridiculously-named microbrewery. Or... get our toenails painted. Anything. This is a big chapter in your life. You need something like this."
I looked over at Margaye who was stonefaced. Like she was cleaning. Eventually she said, "I need to talk to my mom. Can I go?"
"Of course," Allison and I said in unison.
We puttered around the house while Margaye took her crappy sedan to visit her mom in the memory care facility not too far away. In two hours, Margaye returned. Allison had cautioned me to give her space. I was happy to putter in the gigantic, mostly empty garage. The next phase of our collective enterprise was about to go on line. I was going to launch a new arm of my very successful business right from my house. That had been the plan all along, but life and problems had gotten in the way. Now I could feel the surge of progress in my business starting to build. In weeks, this would be a lab building prototypes of my vision. Visiting consultants would stay with us, where I could supervise and entertain them in our giant house (and I wouldn't let them leave until the work was done).
Allison was in a similar situation, sitting on the cusp of a small, wildly successful business becoming a game-changing medium sized business. The idea of hand-selected, live-in employees was shaped by our growing relationship with Margaye.
I had not fucked Margaye. Neither had Allison. Yet, almost every night, Margaye watched us fuck in our marital bed. It turned us on that she was watching. When she got comfortable enough, Margaye masturbated to the show we put on, right in front of us. She kept a respectful distance from us, toying her pussy (with one of Allison's sex toys) on the chaise lounge we added to the bedroom floorplan. Then, she would wash up, say good night and go to sleep in what was once our walk-in closet we hardly used. I had bought a high-end memory foam mattress for her. A few bits of storage and furniture made a neat little apartment for our live-in maid. Margaye said she couldn't be happier.
The arrangement turbocharged my sex life with my wife. She enjoyed putting on a show, watching Margaye frig and of course satisfying my cock. But, I think we both yearned to have private sex. Allison would wake me up in the middle of the night to quietly fuck, or sneak off to another part of the house to have wild sex.
Two hours after Margaye has left, Allison had sought me out for a little tryst. She was stroking my cock through my gym shorts as we wandered the house, looking for a suitable place to shag properly. She settled for a random hallway in the guest wing. She stripped off her shirt and bra in one motion, then laid on the carpet and pulled off her leggings. She ran her hand over her furry bush.
"I need a shave. Hope you don't mind." I answered by pulling my hard cock out of my gym shorts and getting on my knees between her legs. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close forcefully so that my cock missed it's target. I re-positioned with a chuckle and entered her wetness.
I asked," Oh, mmmh, my dear, did you have this planned?"
"No, but my mind is racing about what if have planned... if, uh, oh yes, if Margaye comes back and is game," Allison said as I started steadily thrusting into her.
"Ohhh. Oh, do share." She was gripping my cock on the out-stroke. She wanted this to be quick.
She turned her head to the side, her beautiful hair flowing onto the carpet our maid had so meticulously cleaned. "Oh, you know." He face flushed. She was thinking kinky. I thrusted into her hard, then gave her a few slow strokes to show her I was impatient. "IF she is up to it. I have a few places in mind to visit. Mani-pedicure. She's going to like that. Also... ung... waxing. Full Brazilian if she is up to it. And..."
I stopped, pulled back and started teasing her clit with my thumb.
She writhed and moaned. "Oh, fuck, don't make me say it." I could feel her clit harden and her pussy get even wetter. I used my other hand to lift her leg up at the knee to give me better access to her cunt, but also as a warning that I would tease her asshole if she held out any longer. She got the message.
"Colonics. I've booked all three of us for colonics and this one place that has extremely high ratings. Like six stars, if that exists. I know you want to have at my ass, but the prep, and, unnng..." I was rubbing her clit while fucking her near full speed, signaling my ascent. "Yeah, yeah, you like that, lover? You want to fuck me in my ass? Ahhh!" She came and clenched my cock so hard that I had to lean into her with all my weight to prevent my cock from being forced out. I would have cum, but it hurt quite a bit. Allison writhed and pulsed underneath me as I held her down. I didn't know if I should finish in her mouth or pussy. My curiosity was too high and my orgasm was too imminent to be held in suspense. I gripped her leg and rolled her over to one side, fucking her sideways, then spanking her ass a little too hard. In a moment, I was blowing my cum deep into her pussy. I laid upon her and showered her with kisses as I pulsed and drained my balls into her pussy.
She cooed and rubbed my hair. "I guess you approve."
"Mhhmnn," I moaned and several dozen sexy images ran through my brain. "But, I'll skip the colonic. And the pedicure." Call me weird, but I don't like people touching my feet. Or my butthole.
Allison continued, "M and I had kinda been plotting a night out like this. She didn't provide any specifics, but the only thing she really seems interested in is the high-end adult toy shop nearby. Matt, she is curious about anal, and this is at least a good opportunity for her to see you reaming my ass without having to do the prep work myself."
I was dumbstruck. If my cock didn't go into a short hibernation after orgasm, I would have been fucking her again. All my testosterone-addled brain could manage was: "Will Margaye feel left out if-?"
Allison laughed. "Well maybe she is meeting with a boyfriend right now?"
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We cleaned up and Margaye returned a few hours later. She said little and commenced her usual evening cleaning routine. When we stopped her to tempt her with food and wine, she opened up.
"Sorry, this is... a lot. However, it is a lot of good. Mother is content. She doesn't mind being there. Everything is settled with the house. You are right, I need a get away. Could.... I just go on my own for a day? Then you guys can come in the evening or the next day. I'll take you up on the shopping and mani-pedi and whatever else you have planned. I really appreciate it. This is exactly what I need."
Allison and I agreed. Allison commenced to explain the hotel location and neighborhood where everything was booked. Margaye left early that afternoon. I was spending the evening listening to Mozart and editing a huge document when Allison came in to the office. "Are you on mute?"
"I'm not on with anyone right now. Lull in the madness."
Allison put her arm over my shoulder and showed her phone to me. It was a photo of Margaye. A selfie. She was obviously in a hotel room. She was wearing a thin top with one of the straps slipping off her shoulder. Her small breasts were visible through the material. It read "did some shopping and getting settled in this AMAZING HOTEL. Thank you!"
I nodded. "Good for her."