It proved to be a little difficult to arrange the liaison between Sylvia, Gabrielle and myself. It was necessary of course to find somewhere for all five of our girls to stay for the night before the three of us could get together. We thought that is was unreasonable to ask Sylvia's parents to look after all five of them at one time. So I had left it to Sylvia and Gabrielle to work things out; I was sure that they would come up with something.
I was in no particular hurry, as I had plenty to keep me occupied. I spent another delightful evening with Chantelle and Jasmin. And every now and then, Nikki would come and snuggle up on my lap, usually while I was watching TV, when nobody else was home. She would whisper in my ear and I would know exactly what she wanted. We would go to her room and make slow delicious love on her bed. And in addition, Sylvia's appetite for sex seemed to have increased since I had found out about her and Gabrielle. I certainly hadn't forgotten about the suggested threesome, but I was just going with the flow.
One Friday evening when I arrived home from work, I was surprised to see Gabrielle's car in the driveway. Only a little surprised, as of course she did visit us from time to time, but not usually in the early evening like this. I thought that the children must have some after-school thing happening, but as I walked in the front door I noticed that the house was very quiet. I went into the kitchen, and there were Sylvia and Gabrielle preparing food.
"Hi, sweetheart," said Sylvia, and she stopped what she was doing and came over and kissed me. It wasn't her normal 'welcome home' kiss, but a long deep kiss.
"Hi, handsome," said Gabrielle. Then she came over and kissed me as well. And it was definitely not a sister-in-law kiss, but a deep sensual kiss.
Tonight's the night, I thought immediately.
I was instructed to shower and shave, and then to put on my satin robe. And while it was not stated, I knew that I was meant to wear nothing else except the robe.
I took special care with my grooming, and when I returned to the living area I heard soft music coming from the lounge room, so I went in there. The lights had been dimmed, and the food had been placed buffet-style on the coffee table. Sylvia and Gabrielle had both changed into robes. "Come and eat," said Sylvia.
I opened a bottle of Merlot and poured three glasses of wine. We all sat on the couch, nibbled at the food, sipped the wine, and chatted. As we ate, I caught tantalising glimpses of breasts and thighs, as the girls leaned forward to pick up some food, or settled back to drink their wine.