This is the final chapter of this series. As stated in Chapter 1 this has been my first endeavor into writing erotic literature. I would like to thank all of you that have read all 9 chapters and thank all of you that have provided comments. The comments received were welcomed and ranged from highly complementary to very negative. For those who threatened to stop reading the series I can only say I write for myself with the hope of pleasing others. If you are not pleased with my works then please stop reading my works.
My objective in this series was to show how two people, Michael and Frankie, who are deeply in love, were at a time in their marriage when they needed something new and exciting and this need led to their sexual journey. This journey will cause them to go through a wide range of emotions such as, love, betrayal, jealousy, anger, fear, passion, submission, insecurity, lust and many more. Some people based on comments understood what I was trying for some did not.
Prologue -- The story is from the POV of the husband of a 42 year old wife/mother who was very content with her life. Things change when she is assigned to a project out of town. It is the first time she has lived totally independent and she finds the freedom intoxicating, add in a charismatic neighbor and you have recipe for trouble.
Chapter 9
I called Anton to see if they were up for dinner and entertainment afterwards Friday night but he was going to be out of town on recruiting trip but said Michelle might be up for some company. I asked, "Would it be okay to include Jess again."
He said, "No problem Michelle and I really liked her, just no new guys."
"What about Saturday night you going to be able to make the BBQ?"
Anton replied, "Not sure, I will try to get back early but if not feel free to take Michelle just keep that Jason character away from her."
I said, "Great, but I am not sure I can handle all three of them for a whole weekend."
He laughed and said, "That wouldn't have been a problem 30 years ago."
I said, "There are a lot of things that weren't a problem 30 years ago that are now, like getting out of bed without the aches and pains of today."
Anton just said, "I'm glad I didn't get old like you brother."
When I arrived Friday night around 7PM all three girls were at Frankie's apartment and dressed to kill. All three had very short tight fitting dresses on. Jess was in Red to match her freckles, Michelle with her alabaster skin was in Blue and my Frankie with her tan skin was in yellow. They had made reservations at one of the nicest restaurants in town and then planned to go to a local club for drinks and dancing afterwards. They also reserved an Uber Lux ride to pick us up.
The girls were up to something that was for sure. Frankie informed me I was to be their bodyguard/chaperone for the night and that my job was to make sure they didn't do anything they would be to ashamed of in the morning. I think the girls needed/wanted a night out to flaunt their stuff and attract a lot of attention. This night was mainly for Jess, Frankie and Michelle were along to help out as Jess was still a little down over the betrayal by Jason.
The Uber arrived and as the girls were going to the door with me close behind all three bent over pulled their dresses over their hips to show me no panties. I could already tell no bras so they were going out in a dress and a pair of high heels. I knew then my work was cut out for me tonight. Then as quickly as it happened they pulled the dresses down and out the door to our ride.
Dinner was great we all had a well prepared meal which was started off with cocktails and then we split three bottles of wine between us. Considering I only had a couple of glasses it was about a bottle per girl. When we left the restaurant needless to say the girls were feeling no pain.
The nightclub was in walking distance from the restaurant and watching the girls staggering and giggling over stupid stuff was fun knowing I would end up with at least one if not all three later that night. At the door I did have a little issue of getting in because even though they are sexy as hell the doorman said they normally cater to a younger crowd. I tipped him a hundred which got us in and then paid for a private booth facing the dance floor. I knew the girls would be dancing a lot so wanted to be in position to keep an eye on them.
The girls started off dancing with each other. Every now and then one would sit down to have a breather and finish a cocktail. Eventually as the place filled up my ladies were being asked to dance by a group of 20 plus year old boys which I believe were college students. The girls were doing a lot of teasing. I caught Frankie one time pushing her butt into the crotch of one young man and rubbing back and forth. When the song ended Frankie just turned and walked to our table leaving the poor guy in the middle of the floor pitching a tent.
Jess and Michelle had suitors too who they were doing a lot of dirty dancing with. These young bucks didn't know what hit them. Finally all three came to the table at one time to rest and drink. Seconds after they sat down I had a hand on both my thighs. Michelle was on one side and she started stroking me through my pants as Jess was tickling my balls. A slow song came on and a couple of the young men who had been dancing with the girls came over to ask them back on the dance floor Frankie and Michelle accepted and Frankie whispered in my ear, "Watch us."
Lights were lowered but I could still see pretty well. The guy brought Frankie tight to his body and it was then I realized Frankie's hand was between the two of them and I could detect a slight up and down motion. I checked out Michelle and she was doing the same thing. Then to top it off Jess started doing the same thing to me. Lucky for me I have some self control not so well for the boys on the dance floor. As the song ended I saw Frankie pull out her hand and then wipe on his leg. The lights went up some and the boy made a beeline to his table.
It looked like Michelle's partner met the same fate. The girls came over laughing and gave each other a fist bump. Frankie said to me, "The boy gave you a nice compliment by asking me if that was my Dad at the table."
I responded, "You all three look like you are in your twenties unfortunately I haven't aged quite as well and look all my 52 years."
Michelle said, "My dance partner didn't say much but oh, oh, and then yes, yes, yes." We all laughed some more.
The server came over and gave us all a drink, compliments of the group of five young men that the ladies had been dancing with. I tipped my drink to them in a gesture of thank you and they returned the gesture.
We sat there sipping on our drinks when another slow song came on probably by request from the table where the boys were sitting and immediately the three that hadn't done a slow dance with the ladies came over, requested a dance and all three ladies accepted.
When they got up and left to dance the remaining two came over and sat down with me and started a conversation. I figured they were trying to distract me so the others could try something with the girls. I told them right up front when they sat down, "I don't play when it comes to the safety of my girls."
The one, who said his name was Jared and appeared to be the leader, asked me, "Are you their pimp?"
I just laughed and said, "No. One of the ladies was my wife, one was the wife of my best friend and the other was my wife's best friend. We are just out having some fun."
The other one who Frankie jacked off was pretty brave and asked me if we could add them into our fun. I said, "Sorry but not tonight my friend doesn't allow his wife any male contact except me without him being there and I am not up to sharing tonight. I want all three to myself." They looked stunned that an old guy like me could handle the three hot ladies on the dance floor.
I looked out on the dance floor and then said to the boys, "It looks like your friends are receiving the same treatment as you two did."