I had always intended to continue this story, but, well, you know how it is. I got a little sidetracked, and it took a few loyal readers to remind me that Michael, Miranda, Ashley, Sophia, Solange, Charisse, Jenelle and Hiromi, had more to tell.
A few of their suggestions form parts of this one. Thanks for the input, and please don't be shy in the future.
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The new 'rent-a-husband' arrangement between the freshly married Michael and his small group of remaining clients was working out better than expected.
All Michael's ladies were happy, having much more time with him each week, so that more jobs besides merely sex were getting accomplished. That was actually easier on Michael physically than the previous situation.
Everyone had completed their testing weeks ago, so he now rode every woman bareback, and they all seemed to love getting their pussies full of his warm cum.
Polyamory with his harem of mature lovers was heavenly. If variety was the spice of life, he certainly had that covered. Japanese, French, Italian... Negro, Asian, Caucasian... Blonde, brunette, and redhead...tall and robust, to petite and delicate. The one constant among them was their breasts, with Hiromi's D-cups ranging up to Sophia's massive J's.
Even though he was enjoying himself greatly, if his wife hadn't suggested this, he wouldn't have been worried. He would have been more than happy to spend his life with Miranda exclusively. She was more than enough for him.
From her perspective, Miranda had suggested this arrangement in an effort to satisfy her young man's natural urge to roam. He was, after all, only twenty years old, and she knew exactly when his sexual history started, because she was there at the time. Still, over the last year or so, he had experienced a decade of sexual activity. Now, she was concerned with cutting him off too quickly, hence the short list of remaining women.
Conventional it was not, but she could live with it.
The side benefit had been that she now had a few extra friends, whose company she was enjoying as well, and she found she actually liked the idea of her hubby with these ladies. It excited her.
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It was Thursday...
Michael laid beside Charisse, catching his breath. She was doing the same, but also licking her fingers, as she dipped them occasionally into the gooey slit between her legs. His thick load was slowly oozing out of her.
Over thirty years his senior, she had as much energy in bed as her daughter, who was only five years older than him. Sometimes, he had a hard time remembering her age, but then again, it's just a number, isn't it?
Jenelle wasn't present today, so it had been just the two of them all day long. He had arrived in the morning for a wake up canoodle. A late breakfast followed, then a little yard work, before Michael accompanied her for some shopping.
Not normally his favourite part of his duties, he sat while she tried on several dresses, offering his opinion when asked.
"You know," she smiled, "I'm doing this for you. You're the only man in my life, and the only one I want to be with. I want to look good, so you don't feel like you've got an old lady on your arm."
He had heard similar things from all his ladies. It seems that they all felt that way. He liked being 'enough' for them.
Charisse had made it worth his while to indulge her at the dress shop, as their next stop was a lingerie shop. Now
this
, he could get into.
Each changing room had a curtained area, with a small alcove outside, and a seat, presumably so husbands could sit while wives tried on their new unmentionables, and show them in relative privacy.
Michael took his seat. Charisse had taken a small selection of bras and panties inside, and was giving him a show of the various ensembles. Periodically, the curtain would open, and there she was, clad only in the briefest of undergarments, her delicious body on display for his eyes. Black, red, pink, white and several other colours that he lost track of, the one constant was silky, lacey and revealing.
There had to be some deeply psychological reason why men found sexy lingerie interesting, even on women they had seen naked. That certainly applied in Michael's case, as Charisse had a habit of walking around the house nude on a regular basis. She was very proud of her incredible physical condition, surgically attained or not.
That surgically enhanced perfection did limit her selection of garments, though. Lingerie manufacturers seemed to want those women who were less endowed to look better, which is fine, but what about those who didn't need the illusion? Charisse and her double D's for example. Fortunately, it appeared that they had finally realized their mistake, and now were making garments for more voluptuous figures.
Michael wandered the store, at Charisse's request, browsing the racks of underwear and lingerie, looking for something that caught his eye, but had somehow escaped hers. His fingers tested the slippery, silky texture of the fabrics, something he would have felt self conscious about not long ago.
Then, as a high school senior, he would never have come into a store like this, no matter how much he wanted to. He had no reason to, and his confidence with women was shaky at best.
Now, he was married, and supremely comfortable with the fairer sex. He had removed more lingerie from sexy, mature women than most of his friends had viewed in catalogues. Those women had educated him on the subject of bras, panties and the like, so when the sales girl approached to help him, he didn't shy away.
"Can I help you find something?" the petite brunette asked, eyeing him with her doe like, brown orbs.
"Sure," Michael smiled. "I don't mind browsing, but a little help is always welcome, even with a fun task." He was flirting, something she must have been quite familiar with given her job, but she tittered back. "My girlfriend is trying on a few things, and she asked me to get a few others to try as well."
