I'm not sure how many months had passed when I finally took the courage to put my plan into motion. It was a risky plan and, even in phases as I had devised it, I could lose everything, but I knew things couldn't be like they were forever...
The girls, specially Hellen and Olivia, were becoming more and more attached to me, and Claudia had already commented about it twice, although not in a suspicious way but in a curious one. On top of that, Isabella had asked me more than once, in our weekly escapades to a hotel, if I had had sex with Hellen too, and I had the feeling that she didn't believe me when I denied it and would, sooner or later, try to find out for herself.
So, I needed to do something. And I concluded that the best way to start would be with Isabella, the older, more mature and more self-centered of them all, even than Claudia.
We were at the hotel, her head over my shoulder and my fresh cum still leaking from her ass, when I said cautiously:
"Isabella... I've not been completely transparent with you..."
"Transparent? What is it, a government enquiry?"
She laughed, acting as maturely as always, and I laughed too, albeit nervously, and replied:
"Dear, you know how much I like to be with you. You're the only one that I have a fixed weekly date with, as I don't think a mature girl like you would like to sneak out of your room at night for a hurried fuck. You like to do things properly and I love our afternoons together..."
"But...?"
She seemed concerned, waiting for something bad, but I tried to ease her mind:
"Don't be alarmed, this is not the moment I tell you I don't want to be with you anymore. In fact, if I will be honest, I should say that if I needed to choose between you and your mother I would have a serious problem in my hands..."
She looked at me, smiled, and reluctantly said:
"Mark... I... I must confess that I'm really... attached to you, too. I didn't say anything before because... Fuck, before you're my mother's husband, and I didn't want to give the impression that..."
"Psst... You don't need to explain yourself. Over these last months I understood that loving more than one person is not as absurd as society make it look. And... I know I didn't have said this in this context before, but I love you, Isabella. You make me feel calm, relaxed, even with your hot temper..."
She laughed and, with her eyes wet and clearly emotive, said:
"I'm so happy to hear that... I was feeling so guilty... Our arrangement was sex, and only sex, but then..."
"Then we fell in love, I know. And this is exactly why I want to talk about something with you, something I should have said before but didn't."
She looked at me, then at her feet, and hesitated before saying:
"I think I know what it is..."
"You do???"
"Yes... It's about Hellen, isn't it?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say. How the fuck did she know? Maybe Hellen said something to her? No, I didn't think so...
"Y... Yes."
"Mark, I think I always knew. She was the first, wasn't she? Way before me and Olivia?"
She was still looking at her feet, and that was the first time I had seen her insecure about something. It was right then that I realized how fragile she was behind all that "strong woman" faΓ§ade, and with heart melting I embraced her before saying:
"In time, yes. But not in feelings... Isabella, please don't be mad at me. I... I didn't know how to tell you, and so I kept postponing this conversation over and over..."
She finally looked at me, a smile on her face, and said:
"I'm not mad, Mark... You know... I think it's better this way. It's really difficult to keep things like they are, so many secrets and lies... I feel guilty so many times..."
We kept silent for some time before she continued, her self-assuredness going back to normal:
"Does she know about me and Olivia?"
"No, she doesn't."
"I think you should tell her. And tell Olivia about her, too."
"I've been thinking about it. But don't you think they could feel jealous? I mean, their relationship with me is not like yours."