Halloween Postlude -

The next few days at home were quiet. The kids were at Ellen's and Shelly and I went through our routines but we could each tell the other was elsewhere.

Finally, as we finished dinner, I needed to talk.

"Babe? Can we take a glass of wine and sit on the sofa and actually talk about what we're both worrying about?"

"Sure. But what are you worried about?"

"You're joking. What am I worried about? I'm terrified about losing you."

"Why would you lose me?"

"Well, there's the small matter of knocking another woman up, and her having our child, that woman being my ex-wife who I was married to before I married you."

"I'm working on thinking of her as a surrogate mom, who is bearing our child so I can keep my figure and my tight pussy for a while longer. And recall that I was there -- like physically in touch with you both -- when you planted your so-fertile seeds. So I'd be a bit of an ass and a hypocrite if I suddenly swooned over your infidelity. But..." she paused.

"But?"

"I'm scared. Scared you'll go back to her, because you think it's the 'right' thing to do for the kids."

"Jesus," I stopped for a moment. "I didn't worry about that -- didn't worry you'd worry about it. We've never talked about how bad it was before we broke up. I skip over it in my own head because we have to work together as parents."

"How can you be that mad at her and -- like her now? Fuck her now?"

I laughed. "At the end pretty much the only way we communicated was through sex. But I think we're doing an OK job at not bringing all the old bad stuff and keeping the good stuff for the kids."

Shelly hugged me. "Yeah you are. And no, I'm not going to freak out. But can we hold this together for three years?"

"We're going to be changing diapers and driving the kids for the next three years. We'll be far too tired to hassle each other."

"Too tired to fool around?"

"Right now? Try me."

She leaned harder into me and reached down for my crotch.

Then she knelt in front of me, and unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my jeans, unzipped them and pulled them down with my underwear. I was half-hard, and she took me in her hand and began to lick the tip.

She looked up at me, and I saw her bright eyes flash. She slowly slid her mouth down my now-hard cock, and began to blow me. I stood still for as long as I could, maybe three or four minutes, and then started pushing rhythmically into her mouth. She made humming noises that vibrated her tongue against the bottom ridge, and suddenly I felt the slippery precum around the head of my cock and my cock began to swell and a moment later I felt the first spurt as I came deep in her mouth, followed by three or four and then a series of small pulses as I gasped for air.

I'd managed to keep standing up, but I leaned down and put my hands on her shoulder for a second as I caught my breath. She stood up, licking her lips and wiping a small drip from the corner of her mouth, swallowed, and then kissed me, the mushroomy taste of my cum strong on her lips.

"My turn?" I asked when I could breathe.

"In a moment," she said, looking at me thoughtfully. "Go sit on the sofa. I'll be right back."

I sat, puzzled.

Normally, she'd suck me for a bit, we'd sixty-nine until she came then I'd fuck her. We'd been together long enough to fall into patterns, and that was the norm.

Tonight was clearly not going to be the norm.

She came back, holding something I couldn't quite see in her hand. She sat next to me. A hairbrush.

She kissed me, tasting less like my cum, and handed it to me.

"You told me Ellen came using one of these. Make me cum with it."

"I'd rather use my tongue."

"You will. Just not on me. You're going to tell me things."

"Like?"

"Tell me about her using a brush."

"Shelly...you want to go deeper into this?"

She unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them to the floor with her underwear.

"I want something to go deeper."

She held the brush out to me, handle first.

"Lick it. Make it as wet as I am."

I took it in my mouth. It tasted of plastic and hair conditioner.

I worked up some slobber and left it on the handle. Shelley stood in front of me, then lifted her leg and put it on the sofa alongside me, exposing her inner lips, bright red and swollen. Her pussy was amazing; the inner lips always protruding, always deep or bright red, merging at the giant bud of her clit, which became a giant, bright pink pearl when it poked out from under its hood.

She took the brush and held it horizontally so she could run the handle back and forth over her lips. I watched the lips fold softly and adjust to the hardness of the plastic, then she slowly pivoted the brush up and slid it slowly into herself. Then she slid it slowly out, the texture of the juices on it different as she added her own to my spit.

I reached up and massaged her breasts through her t-shirt and thin bra. Her nipples were already hard pressing out through the fabric.

"Tell me about her doing this. Tell me all about it."

"We'd just started going out. She was wild, insatiable sometimes. We were at her place, and I'd cum in her two or three times and just wasn't hard."

"Did she cum?"

"Yeah, more than me. Then I slipped out of her, and she had this look -- kind of 'oh geez' and she started rubbing herself. Then she reached over and grabbed her hairbrush off the nightstand. I was like 'what?' and she slid the handle into herself and rolled onto her back, and slid the handle into herself. She slid in in and out of herself, pushing out dollops of her juices and my cum."

Shelley moved to the sofa and lay on her back, spreading her knees, her feed tucked near her ass. The brush poked out of her groin like a bristly dick. She grabbed it and slid it in and out just an inch at a time, and then more deeply. Her breath shuddered.

"Tell me what she did next."

"She started strirring it. Inside her pussy. And in a moment, her knees were trembling and she came."

Shelly started sweeping the walls of her pussy with the handle, breathing deeply as she did.

She swept in circles, and drove it deep into herself. Then she stopped.

"I'm not going to come. Not like this."

"Let me help."

I moved to her, knelt between her legs, and pulled the brush out slightly. I'd planned to lick her clit while the brush was in it, but that wasn't going to work. Not enough room for my face.

I thought for an instant and took the brush slowly out. It was slick with juices.

Then I slid it slowly down from her pussy until the tip was against her ass, and then slowly slid it in, until the bristles were an inch from her cheeks. Her pussy, plump and swollen and glistening, was free and I brought my face close to it and ran my tongue slowly up the ridge of her lips to the hard bump of her clit.

And again. And again, her lips slowly parting to let my tongue deeper into her, and then allowing it to run up the swollen ridge leading to her clit. I ran my tongue up and down that ridge and then over the hard slick pearl.

And then her body was tense as a marble statue, the muscles running along the inside of her legs like cables, and she was lifting her ass toward me and gasping.

And suddenly she relaxed, and a flood of juices ran onto my face.

She caught her breath and relaxed her legs to the sofa.

"What else did you do?" she asked.

"I've told you. You know most of her stories."

"What were the best ones?"

"For her or for me?"

"What do you think she liked best?"

"You're peeing in the corners, aren't you? This is about erasing the Ellen-in-your-head."

"Yes. Because I'm about to have a lot of Ellen-in-my-bed."

"I didn't know that was on offer."

"There's no way the three of us are spending all that time together and don't fuck. And somehow, I think it'll make it all easier, don't ask me how. But our rule holds. Every time, you do me last."

"How about now?" I asked as I looked down at her.

I opened her legs, and slowly spun the hairbrush a full circle until the bristles pointed down. I was mostly hard already, and as I moved between her legs I became fully erect. I slid the head of my cock up and down her slit, wetting the dried cum her mouth had left on me and speading her juices out and then slowly slid into her, feeling the unnatural hardness of the brush and the back of it against my balls. Her familiar cunt wrapped me, but in a strange way -- we didn't use buttplugs or other toys in her ass and until the Boulder weekend, I'd never felt her insides shaped by something else inside her. The thought brought back memories of the weekend, and suddenly I was controlling my urge to slam deeply into her and just sliding in and out maximizing the friction and the feeling of her internal landscape until I couldn't take it any more and groaned and cried out as I came in her. I held myself up on my arms and then lowered myself gently onto her, and tucked my face into the hollow of her shoulder, smelling her exertion and excitement. She pushed my face up and we kissed until her legs demanded I get off her and we stand up.

She plucked the brush out of her ass and held it away from herself.

"I'll never look at brushing my hair in the same way," she said as she smiled.

I sat with Quickbooks and spreadsheets most of the next day. Our 'planning dinner' with Ellen was that night and I wanted to figure out what would actually be possible. It was a lot less than I'd hoped. If the deal was that Ellen didn't work for a year, and then Shelly didn't work for a year, I was going to have to double my income or we were all going to have a really hard time.

I made three copies of the printouts.

Ellen and Shelly were sitting on the sofa; Ellen had a glass of soda water and Shelly a glass of wine. I poured some wine for myself and sat down with them, laying the papers on the coffee table.

"It's not good news," I started.

They looked at me, unsurprised, and I stopped.

"I mean I don't know how to make it work. We could sell our house and downsize to an apartment, but how do we have the kids when it's our time?"

Ellen was smirking. Shelly was deadpan. Shelly broke the silence.

"So it's taken you a day to work on the computer and figure out what we both already knew?"

"What is what, exactly?" My voice had an edge. "That this idea won't work?"

"No. It'll work." Shelly replied. "We just have to be all-in. We live in one house."

I was shaking my head. "Putting the obvious aside, we both have small 3 bedroom houses. How does that work?"

Ellen moved next to Shelley and put her arm around her.

"We'll have to cuddle a lot." And they both laughed. Basically, they had done the math in their heads and each made the decision, then talked privately earlier.

"We're going to make a three-year commitment. Sell both houses, buy a bigger one and sock some cash away. We'll need a contract, maybe two contracts -- one for the real estate and money and one for everything else."

"Seriously, this is kind of terrifying. How are you seeing this working?"

Shelly leaned forward.

"You and I are a couple. We share children with Ellen. When Ellen has the new baby, we'll share her or him. When I have my baby in two and a half years, we'll share her or him. Ellen will live with us for three years and then move out, and we'll go back to being normal divorced people who share kids."

"There's going to be a lot to manage in all this," I replied. "Feelings, first of all."

Ellen spoke up. "If any of us leave, they will surrender their share of the house and pooled money. There's a penalty for early withdrawal."

Shelly snorted.

I looked at them and pulled out a pad. "OK, what's in the contracts?"

Shelly looked at me. "Put the pen away. Bring out a bottle of wine. We'll work it out, but let's celebrate tonight."

Ellen laughed. "Oh, he's got a hopeful look on his face doesn't he!"

I got up to go to the bar, and Shelly pointed and laughed. "See that? He's already getting hard."

I hadn't realized my jeans were bulging quite so much.

"Come here" Ellen said. "The wine will wait a minute."

They scooted together on the sofa, and I stepped close to them. Shelly unbuckled my belt, and they pulled down my pants and shorts, freeing my now very hard cock.

Ellen put her hand around the base and squeezed gently. "Always such a nice handful." She looked up and grinned. "There are days when it's your best feature."

Shelly nodded and laughed, and then put her hand next to Ellen's and suddenly they were both holding me and Shelly was rubbing the tip with her thumb. She took her hand off and took the tip in her mouth. Ellen let go of me and started unbuttoning Shelly's blouse, pulling it back over her shoulders and then unhooking the front of her bra, and pulling both back and off, leaving her small firm breasts free and her nipples lengthening and swelling.

Ellen rubbed one between her fingers. "They are as big as I remember. Damn." Then she leaned forward and took it in her mouth and Shelly moaned just a little arund my cock. She pulled her head off, leaving me in the cold air. "Your turn."

Ellen moved up and licked the tip and then slowly took me deep into her mouth as Shelly unzipped the top of her dress and unhooked the back of her bra.

Her breasts were already swelling from pregnancy and held the cups until Shelly pulled them off, revealing the light tracery of veins and swollen pink nipples.

Shelly took a breast in each hand and rubbed the nipples, bringing the pink tips to hardness. "How late did you tell the sitter you'd be home?" she asked.

Ellen took her mouth off me, he face slack with desire. "About ten." I looked at my watch; it was six-thirty.

...to be continued