This story is the ninth episode in a series entitled "Awakenings". If you have not read the previous eight episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.
I remind you again that I write cuckold stories. While I try to make them loving cuckold stories, they do depict an alternative life style. If you're offended or upset by stories about sexual attitudes and behaviors that are different from your own I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.
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I awoke the next morning alone in the bed. Sitting up, I looked around. Slowly I remembered where I was. I noticed that my clothes were neatly folded on Amy's dresser. I got up, used the lavatory and took a quick shower. After I showered I noticed a tooth brush, tooth paste, shaving cream and a razor lying next to one of the sinks with a note that said, Michael, these are for you.
I shaved, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went down stairs. Amy and Mel were in the kitchen. Mel was frying bacon. Amy was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.
When I walked into the kitchen they both smiled. Amy said, "Good morning sleepy head."
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7:35. Shrugging, I said, "I had a long day yesterday."
Amy said, "We understand. We also get up early here. Do you drink coffee?"
I nodded.
She stood up. As she poured a cup of coffee for me she asked, "Do you take cream or sugar?"
"No black is fine."
Giggling, Mel said, "It really is, isn't it."
Amy rolled her eyes and then she handed the cup of hot coffee to me and took my wrist. "Come on, I want to show you something."
As Amy led me out of the kitchen Mel said; "I think you'll like this."
We passed through through a large dining room that featured a massive mahogany table with a matching hutch, buffet and side board.
Looking around, I said, "This is a beautiful room."
"It is, but we almost never use it. We don't do much entertaining."
I sensed a hint of melancholy in Amy's voice, but I didn't comment.
She led me through another door into the living room. Decorated in classic western style, it was a grand room befitting a nineteenth century cattle baron.
The wall on the left side of the living room was taken up by a stone fireplace with a hand hewn mantel. A brown leather love seat and two leather arm chairs were arranged in a semicircle in front of the fireplace.
A large flat screen television filled most of the wall at the other end of the living room. A red velvet love seat and two matching arm chairs were arranged in a semicircle around the television.
The wall opposite the dining room door was solid floor to ceiling windows. A door in the middle of these windows led to a veranda. Guiding me across the living room, Amy opened that door. We stepped out onto the veranda. I suddenly understood the true majesty of their house.
The view was spectacular. The rocky slopes of the Santa Catalina mountains dominated the vista to our left. In front of us there was a deep cactus and cholla filled canyon that stretched for at least a mile. A gentle slope to our right led to a corral and two small buildings. There were four horses in the corral. A man wearing a cowboy hat, a chambray work shirt, jeans and western boots was working around the buildings.
Amy said, "This is the main reason we live in Catalina."
"It really is beautiful."
"We love to come out here in the morning and drink our coffee while we watch the sun come up over the mountains."
"I can see why? Are those your horses?"
"Yes, Mel and I both love to ride."
Laughing, I said, "I figured that out last night."
"It was fun, wasn't it."
"Oh yes."
Amy smiled at me. I smiled back at her.
After a moment I asked, "Who's the man working around the horses?"
"That's Juan. He and his wife, Isabel are our caretakers. They live in a house about a block down the road."
I nodded.
Amy said, "Let's go back to the kitchen. I'll bet it's time for breakfast."
As soon as we walked into the kitchen Mel said, "Sit down, everything's ready."
Three places were now set at the kitchen table. In the center of the table there was a bowl of scrambled eggs, a platter of crisp bacon and a plate with a stack of whole wheat toast. There was also a pitcher of orange juice, a dish of butter, a jar of strawberry jam and a bottle of hot sauce.
Amy picked up the coffee pot. As she refilled our cups she said, "Mel loves to cook and she's good at it which is lucky for me because I hate it and I'm terrible at it."
Mel pulled out a chair. As she was sitting down she said, "Sit down Michael. Last night we sucked your dick and you ate our pussies. You don't have to be shy around us anymore."
Grinning, I sat down. Amy put the coffee pot back on the warmer and joined us.
As soon as we were all settled Mel started passing the food. All three of us were hungry. For a few minutes we did nothing but eat.
Finally Mel said, "How did you like the view from our veranda?"
"I loved it, it's beautiful. This is a beautiful house."
Mel nodded. "Thank you, it's our dream house. We built it three years ago."
Amy asked, "Michael how long are you planning to stay in Tucson?"
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it. I want to play a little golf here. I have to meet Jeanne and the girls in San Antonio on Christmas Eve. That's my only obligation. San Antonio is a two day drive from here so I guess I have to leave Tucson by the 22nd of December."
"Until then why don't you stay with us? There are at least six golf courses within a twenty minute drive from here."
Mel said; "Michael, we like you. You're fun. We could have a really good time together."
I looked at both of them. "Are you serious?"
Amy said, "Michael, we're very serious. We enjoy our life here, but because of what we do it's difficult to make friends. We always have to worry about being discreet."
Leaning forward, Mel said, "The people in town know we're strippers, but they don't know we're working girls. We try hard to keep that a secret. That means we have to be very careful about choosing friends."
Nodding, Amy said; "Our clients are all residents of the retirement communities. Discretion is just as important to them as it is to us. It's nice to have someone we can be honest and open with, some one who doesn't judge us. Please say you'll stay, at least for a little while."
They both stared at me, waiting.
"You're sure about this. I wouldn't want to impose."
Mel said, "You won't be imposing. Hell, just being able to cook for someone besides Amy will be a treat."
Amy stuck her tongue out at Mel. I laughed.
They both stared at me again.
Shaking my head, I said, "I would love to stay with you, but you have to make a promise to me."
Amy asked, "What is it?"
"If you get tired of me you have to tell me."
They both smiled. Mel said, "Does that mean you'll stay?"
"Let's try it for a week. A week from today all you have to do is say, Michael, it's been wonderful and I'll leave."
Nodding, Amy said, "And you can say the same thing to us."
"Agreed."
Mel said, "You're really going to stay?"
"If you'll have me."
She cried, "Yesss." And then she looked at Amy and asked, "What should I make for dinner? It's a special occasion. It should be a special meal."
Smiling at me, Amy said, "She really does like to cook." And then turning to Mel she said, "Before we plan dinner I think we should take a look at today's schedule. This is a work day. We have dates with several gentlemen."
"You're right, we'd better check the book." There was a tone of resignation in Mel's voice.
I understood. I liked my job, but there were mornings when I didn't want to go to work.
Amy stood up, walked over to a door at the far end of the kitchen, opened it and went inside.
Mel said, "That's our office. Amy's getting our appointment book."
A moment later Amy reappeared carrying a book. I recognized it immediately. It was a traditional bound appointment book. While smart phones were now replacing them, during the course of my career I'd seen countless books just like the one Amy was carrying. She sat back down at the table, opened it and found the correct page.
After a second she said, "Mel, you're entertaining John Devers at 9:00. I have an appointment with Mike Patrick at 11:00. You're seeing Mark Raymond at 1:00. Right now the 3:00 pm time slot is open."
Mel smiled. "Good that will give me time to go to the grocery store. I really would like to prepare a nice dinner."
Amy said, "Mel, it's 8:15."
Nodding, Mel stood up. "I'll go take a shower. Is the cottage ready?"
"I'm certain it is, but just to be sure I'll call Isabel."
Mel hurried out of the kitchen.
After Mel was gone Amy stood up. She walked over to a cabinet next to the door that led to the garage, took out her purse and returned to the table.
As soon as she was seated she took out her cell phone and made a call. A moment later she said, "Good morning Isabel. We currently have three guests on the schedule for today; 9:00, 11:00 and 1:00. Is the cottage ready?"
There was a brief pause and then Amy said, "Good. Isabel, I also need to tell you that we have a house guest. He's going to be staying with us for several weeks. His name is Michael Nolan."
"No, you don't have to prepare the guest room Michael will be sleeping with Mel and me."
"Yes, just like Senor Vince. Will you tell Juan about Michael."
"Thank you Isabel." Amy ended the call and set her cell phone on the table. "Isabel and Juan have been with us since we built this house three years ago. They're outstanding caretakers and we recognize that. We pay them well and provide a house for them."
"It sounds like a mutually beneficial relationship."
"It is." And then changing the subject, Amy said, "You've heard our schedule for the day, what's yours?"
"I have to go to my motel, pick up my things and check out; other than that I really don't have any plans. I suppose I could try out one of the golf courses around here, but frankly the drive from San Francisco took it's toll. I'm still a little tired."
"Why don't you just come back here and hang out with us."
