Game nights were now a regular thing at Sharon's house. Elizabeth had for the most part warmed up to me, though much of that had to do with her enjoying relegating me to last place every time we played something. I didn't really have a problem with it; playing complicated board games while having their mother either taking it doggy style against the table or riding me reverse cowgirl the whole time simply wasn't conducive to heavy strategic thinking on my part, and seeing them not notice only made me focus on fucking her harder rather than the game. Sharon had no trouble playing no matter how hard I fucked her, thanks to my earlier commands to the entire office to let them get their work done despite everything. I actively tried to make her mess up by doing her harder and harder, even to the point of the table shaking violently, but no matter how loudly she screamed her pleasure or how hard I got her booty shaking, she never once had any trouble playing well, and somehow the girls had no trouble translating "FUCK ME HARDER TOM!" as "I bid 3 coins".
Things were more serious in our odd relationship, now that I was getting along with her daughters and they seemed to like me. And so one day she suggested I should meet the girls' father, since I was such a big part of their lives now. Though I was not enthusiastic about this, I couldn't say no, as at the time she asked she was getting it from behind from Joshua, the IT guy, while holding my hard dick in her hand, jacking me off just enough to keep me from cumming, and withholding spit-roasting until I agreed (she had picked this argument style up from Linda). And so we ended up visiting David and Priya's house for dinner.
Their house wasn't anything special; a plain single level typical of Austin. Priya greeted us at the door in a nice blouse and jeans. "Sharon, Tom, come in, come in," she said, smiling. She guided us to the living room, where David was sitting on the couch, looking a bit nervous. "Sharon, it's so good to see you again. And Tom, so nice to meet you," she continued, ushering us over to have a seat. David awkwardly reached out and shook my hand in silent greeting.
David had just recently moved in with Priya, but despite that the house was well put together and homey, if still a bit messy. David was taller and lankier than me, but had a firm handshake. Priya was just a bit shorter than Sharon, with close cropped black hair, rich brown skin, and brown eyes. Her pants gripped her wide hips tightly, but her blouse was loose concealing any details about her bosom. I had long since stopped worrying that my first reaction on meeting a woman was to assess her body; I would be fucking her at some point, so why be shy about it.
Small talk was exchanged, mostly by Priya and Sharon ("I love what you've done with the place", "You seem to be getting along well together", etc.) with neither David nor I exchanging much more than grunts, which did not go unnoticed.
"I think maybe we should leave the guys alone for few minutes," Priya put in with a grin. "They seem scared to talk with us around."
"That's not true," I put in as David simultaneously declared "We aren't," our overlapping the denials causing both women to break out laughing. We joined them after a second of awkwardness. With the ice broken, the conversation started to flow. Priya talked about her work with the homeless, David about his accounting practice, and Sharon and I about the advertising business. There was some talk about hometowns (David and Sharon were from the same town, Priya was from Cleveland), reminiscing from me and Priya, recriminations from David and Sharon. Eventually we shifted to the table for dinner.
"I hope you like it," Priya said, bringing over some plates of curry and rice, still steaming. David brought out a couple glassed of milk, which he put in front of Sharon and I in addition to our drinks, along with a setting a carton on the table in reach. "I tried to hold it down for you, but just in case..." Priya added, gesturing to the milk.
"I like it spicy," I said defiantly, taking a spoonful of curry. I had never grabbed a glass so quickly in my life, and gulped the milk like a madman, coughing and tearing up a little.
"Smooth," Sharon commented, experimentally taking a much smaller bite of her own dish. After a second, she too had to sip a bit of milk.
"Just pace yourself till you are used to it," David commented, taking a bite. "Fairly mild tonight, isn't it?" he commented to Priya. I was tempted to think it was showing off, but that wasn't the impression I got from him. I had wondered if I would dislike Sharon's Ex just because, but he seemed like a nice guy.
"I didn't want to overwhelm them," she replied. "I stuck to my cousin's 'mild' recipe."
"That's mild?" I gasped, having taken another, smaller bite, mixing it with the rice this time, and a smaller gulp of milk.
"2 out of 10," she replied nonchalantly between rapid bites of her own dish.
"I thought you didn't like spicy foods," Sharon commented to David, who seemed to be having no issue with his own dish.
"I just had to build up to it," he replied. "I never knew what I was missing until now," he added, running a hand affectionately over Priya's arm.
"Don't get cocky. You still need milk for a 5," Priya put in.
"We can't all have been on 10 from 2 years old," David shot back playfully.
"I'm glad everyone is having fun at my expense," I put in, taking small bites fairly slowly now. "One day, I will have my revenge!" I countered threateningly, gesturing with my fork.
