We laid out plans by day, and we lay with him by night. Both were making me warm and fuzzy, and I don't think I was alone. I was still a virgin to him, but I wasn't going to feel bad if that state changed one of these nights, and that let me get even more turned on when we frolicked.
I wasn't afraid of him anymore, so when he tied Bell and me up one night hand and foot, sat us on the bed side, and blindfolded us, I knew what would follow would be interesting, not frightening. I heard him undress and I felt his body heat as he stood in front of me. I smelled his crotch, and soon after I felt something of his touch my cheek. I had no doubt what it was and so I wasn't surprised that it slid nicely in my mouth as I turned my face towards it. It was my first time. Being blindfolded and bound let me concentrate on what I was feeling, and it was delicious. As I explored it, I heard our man whisper, "Oh my goodness!" in a most delightful way. I guess I was doing it right. As good as he was feeling, and I was sure he was feeling good, he pulled out after a minute and went to Bell. I heard enough moaning and deep breathing from that combo to be sure the good times had not ended!
After another minute our man pulled out, pushed both of us to lie back on the bed, pulled up our legs and pushed us around sideways in a frantic way to get us both fully on the bed, then hopped on top and lay diagonally across us as he finished off. Bell was breathing deeply and gasping a bit, not complaining, her mind was changing and she was getting into this. As he relaxed he untied our wrists, but not our ankles. We slid in on each side of him and cuddled up.
But Bell was not cuddly relaxed, she was restless. She cuddled him with her breasts, but she was stroking my arm not his chest. I looked at her, and she was looking at me with some kind of predator stare. I looked back at her in a flirty way...
Whoa! She slid over the top of our man, pinned my shoulders to the bed and started kissing all over my face and neck, her legs and crotch were still on our man -- keeping that part of him occupied -- but her arms, breasts and face were all over me... and I was loving it!
Wow! Another first! Life with our man certainly was a many episode journey into the unexpected!
In time our man roused up again. He pulled Bell's arms behind her and wrapped them with rope, then rolled her back on to her side, and rolled on top of her. It took a moment for me to untie my ankles then I joined in. I was mostly rubbing our man because he was all over Bell, but I touched her where I could, and when our man started moving down to kiss her breasts and tummy, I moved in on her face and neck.
This time Bell got off before he did. She later told me it was her first... with a man.
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At our lunch meetings we did more planning on where to stay. There were some tough choices to be made. If we just moved in somewhere with no planning, we'd look like a bunch of welfare mothers running some kind of child care ghetto. If we picked the wrong place that wouldn't endear us to neighbors and likely they'd conspire to get us kicked out. That wasn't the relation we wanted with our neighbors -- these would be our kids we were raising and we wanted the best for them, including good relations with our neighbors.
"We may have to go real high-class to get around that problem." sighed Bell, "billionaires tolerate alternate lifestyles."
"As long as they think you're a billionaire, too." said Darlene.
"Not necessarily. You can be some kind of artist. We can be raising love children."
"What about polygamy?" asked Charlene, "We can act like that's what we're up to?"
"Usually that takes some strange religious beliefs. Are we going to become avid church-goers? Wear some strange-looking dresses? Pay tithings to some weirdo that spouts strange stuff each week?" said Bell, "I hear that if we do that, the weirdo gets to pick our husbands for us."
"Brrr! Next!" says Charlene, "But brrr on raising love children, too. I'm a working girl. I don't want to get all artsy kooky... and I really wouldn't want my child seeing me that way!"
"Is this something we should talk to our man about?" I suggest.
Bell looks at me, "You think he, a man, can come up with a better solution than we can?"
I stare back at her; the others do too. It hits her and she apologizes, "Sorry, too much women's studies last year."
"Let's bring it up at our next class." I say, and we move on to other topics.
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At class our man agrees, "Umm... delicate topic. One other possibility is some alternate lifestyle neighborhood. Some can be really prescriptive about what's alternate, but some can be tolerant.
"But if you want the best... Umm... Let me think about that." I was in his lap, and I guess I'm getting real good at getting him to think about something closer to hand when I'm there. My breasts and tummy certainly think so!
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We didn't come up with a good solution that day, but fate can be curious. A year ago there had been a cheating scandal that involved a sorority that kept a house nearby. At a training seminar I met Grace, one of the girls there. We were high school acquaintances and we got caught up at one of the breaks.
"The house is a basket case, right now." she said, "We are down to three girls, and old lady McKinsey is talking about closing up shop if we can't get membership back up."
"What a shame!" I said, "It's such a nice old place."
She nodded, "And the three of us remaining had nothing to do with that scandal. We were doing OK on our own. And Mrs. McKinsey has been so supportive. We did some crazy stuff there, but as long as we cleaned up the mess she was fine."
I looked at her, then looked at her again, but in a different light. I thought to myself, "Hmm... three bright, brainy, good looking girls... damsels... in distress... about to lose their lovely home... hmmm... HMMM..."
I had a topic for our lunch meeting tomorrow!
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"WHAT!" was Bell's not surprising reaction. She thought a moment... "WHAT!" again. She finally got her mouth closed a few seconds later. "You want more women kidnapped by our man?"
"Do you feel kidnapped?" I patiently asked back.
She thought about that, "...I did," then thought some more, "But this is just crazy."
"What's crazy? They're going to lose the house, a place they are very much enjoying staying in, a place with a very free thinker landlady. What better place could we ask for?"
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Class time came, and after walking our walks I hopped on first. I gave him a big smacking kiss then pulled my hands to my side showing them to him and said brightly, "Untie me, please."
He could see I had something in mind, so without further ado he did.
With my hands free I kissed him some more and caressed his hair and neck. I was flirting and clearly leading up to something. Our man didn't mind. I started popping the question by saying, "We may have come up with a solution to the housing problem."
His eyes stayed half closed as he said, "Sounds good."
"There's a sorority house with just three girls in it. They will loose the house. That would be terrible because they are really sweet, really brainy, really good looking girls." I kissed him again, then looked deep in his eyes, "Really."
Watching his face change as he figured out what my plan was, was comical.
"...Oh my! You're saying I don't have enough young ladies in love with me?"
I nodded.
When he finally could get his mouth closed again, he looked at the others. They looked back. He thought some more, then said like there was something on his mind, "Hands behind you, dear." My thought was, "Well there should be!" He tied me quickly, then slapped my bum, "Bell's turn."
I hopped up and she took my place. He looked at her, caressed her, "You've come a long way if you can get behind this plan." She pulled her hands around so they could get untied. After they were she kissed him and caressed him like I did, "I have. You're now my patriarch." she kissed him again on his lips, "You were totally crazy, absolutely totally bonkers, when this whole business started," she kissed his neck, "You still are. But somehow I'm getting crazy right along with you, and feeling good about it. I don't know how... Anyhow, I now see this latest as just a bit more of the crazy... and in its way I see it as just as practical a solution." She smiled brightly at him and smothered him with kisses. He was kind of breathless as he retied her and had Charlene come up.
She came up and sat straight face-to-face with him as she sometimes does. This time she did so because she had something in her hands. When they came up for air she pulled her hands around and showed him a book she had. He took it and untied her, she changed to sitting sideways so he had room to open the book, and while he looked through it she caressed his hair.
She explained, "This is the sorority yearbook from last year. On pages 13 and 14 and 16 are pictures and bios of the girls still there." Our man looked and read. He managed to work in some breast and tummy fondling while he did.
"I like what I see here." he said in an analytic sort of way.
"Danielle can tell you the plan." Charlene said as she turned so her hands could get tied.
Danielle came up and... outdid Charlene! She planted herself face-to-face and started smacking away. They didn't come up for a full minute! When they did our man had a lock on both her breasts and as she leaned back she was gasping for air. His hands finally slid around to her back and were starting to work the knot. She pulled her hands up and way, she liked the way she was.
"To business." she gasped, she got up to catch her breath, and sat down again sideways, now she let our man untie her, "I know Ellen, and I'm going to wangle an invitation to a slumber party there. When I'm in, I'll let you in and you can catch them. That way you'll know everything is set up right for you."
The man thought, and looked at us again, "It could work. This is such a surprise to me. Do you all want this to work?"
Bell said, "Seven is an auspicious number for a coven. I feel like that's what we are becoming."
"It's sure going to keep me busy!" he exclaimed.
Danielle said, "The house has a nice guest room. We can make it real nice." She caressed his hair and kissed his neck, "Real nice."
Our man looked relaxed, he looked like he was listening, he looked convinced. I was expecting to see him grin and hear him say, "OK. I'm in." But as that was about to happen, he looked again at the year book. He must have been reading the bios because he read to us, "...beach volley ball. ...varsity swim team.
He looked up at us and said, "You said brainy."
Danielle said, "Umm... some brawn, too, but they are really smart." she was rubbing her fingers through his hair again.
Our man laughed, "Is that like saying someone is 'really sweet'?
"The issue here is that capturing them like I did you could become a real contest. When was the last time any of them practiced being meek to a man?"
Bell answered, "When did we?"
He retorted, "When were you working out three times a week and practicing intimidating your opposition?"
He thought, "I'm not saying this can't be done, or that it is a bad idea, but it will take a different approach." he thought some more, "Let me sleep on this. Meanwhile, let's have class."