Author's Notes:

'Melody for a New Life' is the final chapter in Melody Dawson's Trilogy.

It picks up almost three months after Melody for a New Day, so if you haven't read the first two stories, you'll miss out on quite a bit. You'll definitely feel a little lost.

So, go on and treat yourself to the first two parts first.

You'll be glad you did.

Melody Dawson's Trilogy:

- Melody for a Long Weekend

- Melody for a New Day

- Melody for a New Life

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.

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Melody for a New Life

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Chapter 1

Melody distinctly recalled the moments when life showed her definitive signs that she was on the road to better things. Not that she wanted to jinx anything by celebrating too early.

The first was when David first told her he loved her. Compared to the cold fish she'd been married to, David's genuine love and desire for her were not only unexpected at that moment in her life but were also an elixir of hope. It saved her from the loneliness her husband had been subjecting her to for years.

The next event, which felt like a transition point, was when she learned her husband had died. It was such a brutal moment, but it gave her a sense of closure on her old life. She no longer had any ties to her previous life, as her son had already left the nest and moved on years before.

Neither of those moments held a candle to her recent appointment with her obstetrician when she heard the strong and steady heartbeat of the child she was carrying from David. Her doctor was pleased with her progress and saw nothing that might cause her any complications with this pregnancy.

For her, the heartbeat represented a new chance for a happy life. Her love for David was part of that, and his giving her a child made her giddy with joy.

She knew she'd have to keep an eye on her emotions as they were so incredibly strong these days, but she wasn't complaining.

Could someone be too happy?

Melody recalled the talk she'd had with Auden on the evening she'd received the good news from her doctor. David had been right that she was supportive of the idea of a baby, but her inability to have one of her own was a pain she hid not far beneath the surface. They'd had a good, long talk that night, but she knew she'd have to follow up from time to time with the younger woman.

They were keeping her pregnancy a secret until the first trimester had passed. That meant she had two more weeks to go before she'd sit down with David's family to let them know.

One person she'd had to tell, after speaking to David about it, was Chelsea. He understood, and once Chelsea finished squealing excitedly, she agreed she'd keep quiet about it. Then she looked into Melody's eyes and told her she had no one else she could tell, even if she wanted to.

Melody worried about her friend.

She asked David and Auden to visit Chelsea a couple of times, and they all enjoyed her pool for a party one weekend.

While they were sitting around the pool, they noticed that the Ducanes had gone ahead with their plans to plant a Cyprus hedge between the properties, as the Sanchez family had done on her other side. The ones planted so far blocked the Ducane's view of the pool, which was welcome.

Jeff Ducane wasn't home and wouldn't be for a long time. While the judge agreed with David's claim that it had been attempted murder, Jeff was given a reduced sentence due to mental incapacity. He'd be getting psychiatric help at a state penitentiary.

Next, David discovered he wouldn't get compensation for his destroyed truck unless he invested heavily in a lawsuit. The justice system failed him there.

He insisted on repaying Melody the money she spent on the replacement truck with his limited pay. She managed to talk him out of that, as their relationship had to look beyond who owed whom what. They were a partnership.

Melody relaxed back in her favorite chair and listened to the sounds of David preparing dinner. Every few minutes, he would dance into the room to check on her, then dance his way back to the kitchen.

Her face was sore from smiling so much.

Maybe it was possible to be too happy.

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David was pleased that life had returned to some semblance of normal over the past two months.

Normal?

This elicited a snort of disbelief from himself, as the changes to his life in recent days had been profound.

The largest change was that he was going to be a dad!

Did he feel ready to take on such responsibility?

He let that thought fill his mind for a moment and realized his first reaction wasn't panic or even fear. Yes, he was nervous, but he knew he wasn't going into it alone.

So, he felt... anticipation more than anything else. He knew this would be good for them.

His home life with Melody and Auden brought him a profound sense of peace and contentment. Last night's dinner was fun, and their playtime afterward was a wonderful way to end the day.

Additionally, with great relief, he saw his father's joyful enthusiasm return, and his mother was far calmer than she'd ever been. Granted, she was still critical about his relationship with Melody. He was sure that would change when Melody announced her pregnancy. Auden seemed excited and had the hardest time keeping a lid on it.

Suzanne was loving her new bedroom, and even Rick was grateful for his new space. David ensured the wall between his room and Suzanne's was given an additional layer of soundproofing. This made Rick's new bedroom four inches narrower, but he wasn't aware of it, and his dad kept the secret.

David pulled his pickup into the parking lot of the physiotherapy clinic. A week after he visited the office administrator, she called to let him know he'd been chosen for the summer internship. He was really enjoying the job so far and had learned a great deal in the first few weeks.

As he was early for work, nobody was there, and the doors would be locked. He relaxed back in the truck's seat and recalled the fun he'd had with the team. They were a friendly bunch, very outgoing, and so far, he found them all to be excellent at their jobs. Well, maybe Ted, the clinic's hydro therapist, was a grumbler and put in minimal effort, but the rest were great. They'd really accepted him into their group, though they were all at minimum a decade older than him. Once more, his new mature attitude was assisting him in his career.

He'd also learned that Barbara Sterling was married to her career and had no plans to find a spouse.

Then she told him one additional, very personal thing.

His memories returned him to the night.

He'd only been working for a week and was preparing to head home when Barbara called out to him.

"David? Could I speak with you for a moment?" she said from her office door.

He smiled and nodded, then walked over to see what was up. She gestured for him to enter her office, closed the door, and moved to sit behind her desk. She gestured for him to take a seat before it.

"How are you finding the work?" she asked.

He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "It's been great so far. I'm learning a lot!"

She nodded. "I'm getting good reports about you, too. You're beginning to become a valued member of the team, and it's only been a week?"

He nodded with a grateful smile.

"Are you getting to know your coworkers?" she asked.

He nodded. During the lunch hours, I've managed to speak to a few. I'm still learning their backstories," he said with a grin.

She nodded, seeming to reach a decision. "I-I thought maybe I could share something about me."

He tilted his head as he watched her attentively.

"Okay, here goes. I've been working at the clinic since its inception. I really love my job, and I've made it very successful. I guess you could say I'm married to my career. I have no spouse or children, and I have no plans to have either. The job gives me a great sense of accomplishment and personal satisfaction. I like my life. It's enough for me."

He nodded to indicate he was still following.

She glanced down at her desk, then back into his eyes. "I'll amend that last statement. It's almost enough. I spend most of my time here, so I have very little time left in my day to make social connections for the purpose of... physical relief... or release, if you will."

He looked at her cautiously as he wasn't clear if she truly meant what he thought she meant. She blushed and clarified.

"Sex. I have little to no time to find a sexual partner. I need to burn off that energy."

David's dawning comprehension drew a smile of relief to her face. Probably because he didn't immediately run from her office screaming for the HR officer. She continued.

"I've tried the hookup apps, but I haven't had much success locally, and I don't have the time to drive to the next big city. Besides, the apps aren't really geared for people in my age group. The typical users aren't looking for someone like me."

She looked him in the eye. "This is a purely personal request, and you are free to reject or accept it without concern that it will have any impact on our relationships, business, or personal," she clarified. "You did mention you hoped to one day be in my care," she added with a hopeful grin.

That surprised a chuckle from David as he recalled his less-than-silver-tongue tripping him up.

"I'm not looking for a boyfriend, and I wouldn't need too much of your time. My needs are simple. I'd like you to think about it and let me know when you've made a decision. Again, no pressure either way you decide."

David's memory flashed an image through his mind of him massaging his mother as he realized he actually had experience with something like this. He kept his reaction from his face and nodded. "I'll let you know in the morning."

"Thanks, David," she said with a hopeful smile. He nodded again and headed home.

The discussion he'd had with Melody and Auden that night had been a little more contentious. They were convinced the administrator was putting his internship at risk.

"She's a potential threat to your job!" Melody insisted.

David listened and nodded. "It's possible, but that's not the impression I got from the woman. She's been a straight shooter. Everyone at the clinic has a good opinion of her. She can be a little terse sometimes, but that may be a symptom of her tension." He looked at Auden. "I could make it a condition that you be allowed to observe."

She was watching him with a strange smile. "What?" he asked cautiously.

"What you just said right there about her symptom. You're treating this as sex therapy," she said.

"What?" he blurted.

Her grin widened. "You're seeing this like it's part of your calling. Someone is in need, and you want to heal her."

He wanted to argue but saw the light come on in Melody's eyes, and she'd connected the dots... to his mother.

He still felt conflicted about what he'd done for her, but he was beginning to understand what his true role had been during those years his mom worked for that monster. David hadn't been a sexual partner. He'd been her sex therapist. Again, not something he wanted to dwell on due to their mother-son relationship, but his actions helped her survive a terrible ordeal and kept her marriage together. If he thought about it in that way, he could live with it.

Maybe... he could even be a little proud of himself.

David nodded slowly to Auden and Melody as the idea solidified in his mind. "I-I think you're right, and that's exactly what it would be. There is no relationship there aside from professional respect, but as she explained it, she's a patient looking for relief, nothing more."

"I won't interfere with your clinic sessions with a patient," Auden said, leaning back with a smile.

David was cautious, expecting Auden to want to be involved or be a little jealous if she couldn't, but she was right. It was therapy. But... should he do this?

"I'm not going to college to be a sex therapist," he insisted.

Looking at Melody, he saw she'd come full circle on her objection. She was smiling at Auden and nodding slightly. She turned to David and took his hands in hers. "No, you're learning how to help people recover from injury. I think you're naturally drawn to helping and healing others. That doesn't mean I don't want you to remain observant about risks to your career, but you have my blessings, too."

The following morning, he met Barbara as she arrived at work and followed her in as she unlocked the building. He saw the tension in her eyes. They returned to her office and took seats after she closed her door once more.

"I thought about your request, and while I have some concern about the impact this might have on my internship, I'm not opposed to assisting you with, uh, your relief," David finished awkwardly.

Barbara's relieved smile was beautiful. "That's wonderful! Thank you!"

He smiled and held up a hand to stop her. "I still have some questions as to the how, when, and where. We obviously don't want to cause any awkwardness for the other staff."

"Agreed!" she said with a delighted grin. The intensity of the anticipation in her eyes was a little daunting.

The bright honk from the administrator's red Audi sports coupe idling in front of his truck jolted David from his memories. He saw her smile as she moved forward to park in her reserved spot by the front door.

He got out and locked up before joining her as she used her key to unlock the front door. The rest of the staff could now enter the building with their access cards, and the building would unlock for the public at nine.

The when turned out to be Tuesday and Friday mornings. The where was her office. The how he learned during their first session.

She smiled over her shoulder at David as they made their way to her office. Once they were inside, she locked the door and ensured her blinds were closed. Then she moved to the far side of her desk, rolled her chair aside, and began undressing.

"Did you have a good evening?" she asked.

"Yes, it was good! You?" he returned.

"I went to the gym, and I slept very well," she said as she undid her skirt, stepped out of it, and folded it neatly on her chair.

David removed his shirt, slipped off his shoes, and undid his pants as she watched him while undoing the buttons on her blouse.

Her smile widened as she saw the tent in his boxers. "I've never seen your cock in a relaxed state."

He snorted in surprised amusement. "Are you looking in the mirrors at the gym? The anticipation alone is all I need."

Barbara burst into delighted laughter. When she recovered, she smiled at him with twinkling eyes. "You do wonders for my self-esteem!"

He walked around the desk to stand before her, dropping his boxers and stepping clear of them as his cock continued to stiffen.

"And you're a delicious treat for the eyes as well. Time to begin!" she said eagerly as she knelt before him.

David shook his head slightly at her insistence on giving him oral sex, a recent inclusion in their sessions.

It wasn't to make his cock slick. For that, there was a large tub of lube in her desk drawer. They'd be using it, as Barbara discovered during their first session, that David was large, and she was not. The lube made this possible.

It wasn't to make him stiff. As he'd explained to her, just thinking of what they were about to do took care of that.

No, David believed she did it purely for the hedonistic pleasure. Considering how much control she wielded over every aspect of her life. It took a great deal of trust for her to put herself in a position that might be perceived as submissive. Her favored sex position already hinted at her faith in him, and the oral sex hinted at her growing confidence. He wasn't about to abuse the trust she'd placed in him.

Barbara pressed his cock against her face and breathed deeply as she stroked her lips up one side and down the other. Her eyes were taking on a dreamy quality, which told him she would be ready soon. She was also squeezing her thighs together.

There was a critical rule that Barbara insisted upon, which would maintain the nature of their agreement. No kissing. As much as they might want to, they could not.

Barbara was trying to suck David's cock into her throat, but she could only manage to get the tip to the back of her mouth. However, this was enough to drive her lust to a peak.

It was time.

David pulled back and lifted her to her feet. She seemed to enjoy this display of strength as well.

Her plump lips looked incredibly kissable, but he spun her instead and pushed her flat over the desk's surface, which had been cleared in advance. He knelt behind her, seized her panties, and roughly, but carefully, tugged them down her legs. Then he seized her ass cheeks in his big hands and parted them so he could strongly stroke her pussy with his tongue.

Barbara gasped and shook as he invaded her hot insides with this flexible muscle, lapping up her juices, which were already flowing down the insides of her thighs. She moaned and gasped until he stood and pulled the lube from the desk drawer and slathered a good amount on his stiff erection. Then he pushed his slippery fingers into her opening, and her head went back as she cried out.

He noted that her channel wasn't getting any wider with the sessions they'd had. It was going to be another tight squeeze.

Barbara was on the pill and detested the feel of condoms, so they always went bareback. It felt better for him as well.

David slapped the thick head of his cock against her wet lips, and she jolted and shook on the desktop. Without giving her time to prepare, he lined himself up and pushed his cock deep into her body with one firm stroke.

"Oh my god! Yes!" she gasped when he reached bottom and ground his body against hers.

Pulling himself out to the head, he immediately slammed himself in, spanking her ass with his pelvis. He gave her no time to recover before he withdrew and slapped her ass once more.

Soon, he was pounding her ass brutally, and she was reduced to guttural groans and cries.

David held back on his release as best he could, but she was so fucking tight, and this was so incredibly sexy!

This was what the office manager craved, and it released the stress she had built up in her busy, chaotic days. David was curious about this preference as it was such a departure from the absolute control she had on her life. He was certain it tied into her need to begin with giving him oral sex.

He felt her pussy clamping down on his cock in spasms, so he knew she was done.

He was seconds away from blowing his load into her body, but an alternate idea occurred to him. He pulled himself from her and walked around the desk to see the blissed-out expression on her face.

David took her head between his hands and touched the head of his cock to her lips. Her eyes rose to lock onto his, and a tremor went through her body as her jaw dropped open and her tongue sipped out. He drove his throbbing cock deep into her open mouth. She immediately squealed as her eyes flew wide.

Then he was firing stream after stream of hot cum into her mouth and throat, painting her tonsils with his seed. She squirmed and twisted, but she made no effort to pull away as she had to begin swallowing. Her tongue stroked the underside of his cock, and she clung to his ass to pull him tighter to her as she struggled to take more into her mouth.

He saw her juices suddenly squirt from her as another orgasm rocked through her body. She moaned with him deep in her mouth, which felt wonderful. Barbara slowly relaxed as he eased his cock from her mouth. He released her head, grabbed a tissue from the box on her desk, and squatted down before her desk to look into her dazed eyes as she panted.

"Are you okay, Barbara?" he asked gently. He dabbed some cum from her lip, and she blinked her eyes until he could see her mind was returning to her. He used the same tissue to clean his relaxing cock.

"What... what was that last move?" she gasped. "We've never done that before."

His face heated up as he struggled to explain why he'd done it. "It... it was the natural progression for your desires. You seemed to enjoy it," he said gently.

She tried to focus on his face as small tremors rocked through her body. "I've never come so hard!"

He smiled in relief as she didn't seem upset. She returned the smile.

"I'm afraid you sprayed the area behind your desk with that last one," he said with a wince.

She nodded and loosely gestured to the side of her office. "I have my own cleaning supplies in my closet. I'll deal with it."

He moved back around her desk and helped her to her feet, holding on until she could keep her legs under her. When she nodded, he released her.

"I think we might need to move our sessions to the evenings if they are going to be as powerful as this one," she said with wonder in her voice.

"My evenings are pretty full, so we'll have to play that by ear," he sighed as he squeezed the remaining cum from his relaxed cock into the tissue. He looked for the waste pail.

"I'll take that," Barbara suddenly insisted and plucked the wad of tissue from his fingers. "You can get dressed."

He blinked at her in surprise, then moved to his pile of clothes to pull them back on.

Once he was ready for the day, he turned back and saw that Barbara was dressed. She was holding her hand close to her nose and inhaling deeply. When he turned to ask her what she was doing, she tucked the wad into the desk drawer and closed it.

She smiled at him brightly. "Thank you, David! It looks like we're ready for the day. I have a little cleaning to do, so I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, sure. Have a wonderful day!" he said as he turned to leave.

"It's had an amazing start!" she purred, then burst into giggles.

With another smile and a nod, he unlocked the door and stepped out, pulling it closed behind him.

He had some inventory control work this morning, so he turned to head for the storage room and spotted Lita Blackrock, one of their more senior therapists, watching him from the end of the hallway. She specialized in meditation and mindfulness. He hadn't had the opportunity to speak with her yet.

She smiled to herself and walked away.

David's first impulse was to catch up to her and try to explain, but that suddenly struck him as a bad idea, so he continued his way to start his work.

It was lunchtime when Lita walked up to his table to speak with him. He watched her approach, doing his best to remain calm. She was probably in her sixties, but the sun had weathered her brown skin, and time had stolen some of the raven black color from her hair around her temples. She had a friendly face and a strong, yet slim, body from regular exercise. He knew she was one of the indigenous peoples, but he was unaware of which one.

"Good afternoon, David," she said with a smile.

He returned the smile and nodded. "Good afternoon, Ms. Blackrock."

"Please, call me Lita," she responded. He nodded, so she continued quietly. "I just wanted you to know that no one here will give you any grief about your activities with our imperious commander. We've all wondered what was causing her recent mood improvement, and I guess now we know. All we care about is that she's calmer, friendlier, and easier to work with, so it's all good."

David's face was feeling very warm as he held the woman's eyes. "Thank you."

She patted his shoulder as she moved on. "No, thank you."

It was going to be a busy afternoon for David, so he packed up his lunch and got to it.

During the rest of the day, he received a few smiles and nods from some of the therapists passing by, although Ted remained grumpy and, thankfully, clueless.

As he was leaving, he saw Barbara standing by her office door. She caught his eye. "Good night, David!" she called out.

She looked so happy that it brought a smile to his face, too. "Have a lovely night, Barbara!" he responded, and her grin widened.

Later, as he finished his dinner with Melody and Auden, a question was bubbling in his mind.

Melody must have seen him struggling. "David, what's wrong?"

He looked at her and shook his head gently. "I'm not sure if anything is wrong, but there was a little change in Barbara's behavior today, and I don't know what it means. Or if it means anything."

Auden's eyes began to gleam. "Ooo! How was this morning's session?"

He smiled at her as he recalled she'd said she wouldn't interfere with his therapy with the woman, but that didn't mean she didn't want to hear the juicy details.

However, as he was trying to think about his work with Barbara as therapy, he was reluctant to discuss his client's confidential information.

But Auden and Melody were more than interested bystanders. As they'd given their consent, they were partners in his unofficial sexual therapy practice, mostly for advice.

"The session followed her typical pattern, but I've been thinking about her insistence on giving me oral sex to begin. I'm getting the impression she finds it to be an act of submission. So, this time, when I was just about to come, I moved to her face and made her take as much of my cock in her mouth as she could. She squealed at first but quickly submitted and swallowed. She also came really hard.

Afterward, when I cleaned the extra cum from my cock, she took the tissue. Later, I caught her sniffing it after we got dressed. I know she kept it. Should I be concerned about that?" David looked at Melody.

She shook her head as she didn't have an answer. "You'll just have to keep an eye on her to see if there are any other significant behavior changes. If she starts to become fixated on you, there might be an uncomfortable discussion with her in the future."

They looked to see if Auden had something to add, but she was already glassy-eyed as her fingers were in her panties rubbing herself.

Melody snorted softly in amusement as she shared a look with David. "The girl's lust knows no bounds."

David nodded, stood, and walked over to Auden's chair. He pulled her to her feet and hoisted her over his shoulder, one arm locked around her legs and the other hand under her skirt, his fingers rubbing her sodden pussy roughly.

"David! Oh FUCK!" Auden cried out, convulsing as she came hard from his manhandling.

He looked at Melody. "Join us upstairs?" he asked as he continued to rub the frantic woman thrashing through her release.

"I'll be up shortly." She paused. "Isn't it time for Auden's plug upgrade?" she added with a wicked smile.

David grinned. "I believe you're right! See you upstairs."

As David headed for the stairs, Auden looked back at Melody with heat in her eyes. She'd already spent the day with a small bulb plug in her ass. She'd be getting the medium bulb tonight.

Another fun Tuesday night at Melody's place.

Chapter 2

Chelsea stepped from her tub and wrapped herself in a soft towel as gentle tingles ran through her body. Her bath toys had given her a delicious release after she soaked in the hot water. She might have overdone her workout at the gym earlier, but the hot water eased her muscle strain. The big rubber cock helped with the other tension she was feeling.

Another big cock flashed through her thoughts as she suddenly recalled David's last visit. He'd practically hammered her through her mattress, but that's what she'd wanted, and he delivered. The best thing was, afterwards, she wasn't in pain like she'd been with her last husband. David's cock was perfect!

She was beginning to tingle again, so she pushed those memories back into her mind.

Chelsea slipped into her comfy jammies and pulled her dressing gown around her. Lastly, she tucked her feet into her fuzzy slippers.

She decided to make herself some chamomile tea to help her feel sleepy.

Walking down the stairs, she paused as she heard the doorbell. A little fright went through her as no one visited her this late, and she was alone in the big mansion. She quickly descended to the main floor and rushed to the door to activate the camera on the security panel.

She froze when she saw who was standing on her porch. It couldn't be real!

When they went to press the doorbell again, Chelsea opened the locks and yanked the door open to stare at a face so much like her own. The long black hair flowing down to her midback was the most visible difference.

"Brigette?" she squeaked from her tight throat.

The woman smiled in relief. "Hello, Chelsea."

The blonde stepped onto the porch and wrapped her arms around her sister as she began to cry.

Soon they were both crying.

"Can we go inside?" Brigette managed to say, and Chelsea pulled back to nod. She grabbed her sister's small carry-on suitcase and followed her inside to close and lock the door.

Brigette was looking around, taking in the vast space in the entryway and the spiral staircase leading upstairs. "You did okay for yourself!" she said softly.

"Except I'm all alone," Chelsea said. She took her sister's hand and guided her to the sitting room, and they sat on the sofa facing each other.

"I haven't heard from you since you got married and went overseas," Chelsea said.

"I'm so sorry for that. Floyd was a very controlling husband. He wanted nothing to do with my family. You and I weren't on speaking terms when I left with him, and the longer it went, the harder it was to reach out to you. I did my best to keep tabs on your life behind his back."

She cleared her tight throat. "You've been married a few times. Any children?" Brigette asked.

Chelsea shook her head. "I had a miscarriage, and now I can't have children. You?"

Brigette smiled. "One, Byron. He's thirteen."

Chelsea's face lit up, then she looked confused. "Where is he?"

Her sister's face showed her conflicted emotions. "He's attending a boarding school in England. When Floyd moved us to England, he was returning to his Merryvale family estate, and I was pregnant. His family was thrilled to have him back, but they were less pleased with me.

My pregnancy was difficult, and I almost didn't survive. Like you, I won't be having any more children.

His family was thrilled with my baby. They doted on him but only tolerated me because of him. As he grew up, he showed a spark of true brilliance, so they ensured he attended a very prestigious boarding school. We got to see him on holidays, summer break, and for special occasions. Byron is very smart but quiet and shy.

I used every opportunity to ensure he knew I loved him. I also write to him, and he writes back. His letters are wonderful!" She smiled as fresh tears collected in her lashes but she forced them back so she could continue.

"Floyd died recently, and after the funeral, his mother, the Merryvale matriarch, took me aside to let me know they wanted me to leave. Floyd made me sign a pre-nuptial agreement so there would be no money if we divorced or he died. His mother said Floyd's will made her the trustee of his estate to protect the money for his son. She said she would ensure Byron had everything he needed until he graduated... if I left. She gave me a lump sum of money to get established here in the States."

"That BITCH!" Chelsea raged.

Brigette held up her hands. "Before I left, I went to speak to Byron and had a long talk with him. He knows I love him, and the only reason I'm leaving is that I had no other choice. He knows I want him to get the best education and opportunities they can give him, and once he's no longer under their control, he will come to join me. We'll continue to send letters to each other, and if these are interfered with, he's to speak with the matriarch to get her to stop."

Chelsea took her sister in her arms, and the brave front Brigette was presenting collapsed. Her tears burst forth, and she clung to her sister as sobs shook her.

"Come on, you need to rest after your ordeal," Chelsea said gently and led her sister to the stairs upstairs. She grabbed the suitcase to carry it upstairs and noticed how light it was. This was all she had?

Rage once more threatened to explode from her, but she knew Brigette didn't need it.

They went upstairs, and she led her to the master bedroom. "Would you like to sleep in my bed tonight, like we used to?"

Brigette glanced at her as she recalled their childhood and smiled with a nod.

They went into the room, and Brigette's eyes widened as she took in the size of the bed. "Who needs that much bed?" she asked quietly.

Chelsea chuckled but refrained from mentioning the space was useful when sharing it with a beautiful, young, and tall couple like David and Auden.

She collected another set of comfy jammies and handed them to her sister, who carried them into the washroom.

Chelsea was grateful she'd washed the sheets. Though she'd enjoyed the scent of David and sex on them for a couple of days after their visit, she'd changed them today.

"Yipe!"

Chelsea rushed into the washroom and saw her sister in the jammies, but backed against the wall, clutching her clothes against her chest as she pointed toward the bathtub.

She looked but saw no dangers. Then she saw it. Leaning up against the corner to dry was the rubber cock.

Chelsea glanced at her sister's wide eyes. "What? You've never seen a dildo before?"

Brigette twitched at the word. "It's too huge!" she gasped.

Chelsea's eyebrows rose as she watched her sister's shocked expression. She collected the sex toy and turned to face Brigette. "Not all men are the same, you know. They come in all sizes."

Brigette looked at her sister in confusion. "What does that thing have to do with men?"

Chelsea gave her sister a confused look. "What do you mean? It's a sex toy! For relieving that need. It's shaped like a man's--"

Brigette's eyes widened further. "I know what it's shaped like--Wait! Sex toy? You have sex with that?"

Chelsea saw her sister was struggling, so he put the dildo in her toy drawer, guided her out of the bathroom, and they sat on the bed facing each other.

"I've been married three times. First to Sergio, who wasn't so big, but he was enthusiastic. Then Alessandro, who was nicely equipped, but I discovered he preferred underage girls, so he went to jail. Finally, I was married to Julian, who was rough and had an enormous cock. Much bigger and thicker than that toy. Yeah, it was exciting, but truthfully, he'd leave me sore for days. I like big... but reasonably big. Passion is more important."

"You think that... dildo is reasonable?" Brigette choked out.

Chelsea nodded slowly as she considered the question. "Yeah, it's not quite as thick as David's perfect cock--he's a friend of mine, but it does the trick." She looked at the lost expression on her sister's face and realized they were going way off topic when they'd been out of each other's lives for so long. "Sorry, we should talk about this stuff later. I shouldn't have left the toy out in plain sight, but I wasn't expecting company tonight, especially you. I'm so happy you're here!"

Brigette nodded and smiled at her sister as she pushed the other thoughts away. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me, considering how judgy I was to you. I'll try to do better."

"And I'll try not to push you out of your comfort zone... intentionally at least," Chelsea said with a smile.

"Thank you," her sister replied.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you want. There's only me in this enormous house, and I'd love the company!" Chelsea said.

"I've nowhere else to go," Brigette said with fresh tears coming to her eyes.

"Then, you're home now! In the morning, write a letter to Byron with this address, let him know you landed on your feet, and you'll be here for him when he graduates," Chelsea suggested.

"Thank you!" Brigette cried, and her tears flowed once more.

"What's a big sister for?" Chelsea teased, and Brigette hiccupped.

"You were just one minute earlier!" Brigette said with a grin as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.

They settled down under the covers, and Chelsea held her sister's hand as she'd done so long ago.

It gave them both such a feeling of comfort, they quickly fell asleep.

-=-

During breakfast the following morning, Chelsea discovered that the small suitcase carried all of Brigette's worldly possessions. She was stunned.

"You've been with Floyd for fourteen years, and he bought you nothing? Clothes, jewelry, gifts?" Chelsea gasped.

Brigette shook her head. "He said his limited budget had to go toward suits for him as he worked in the bank, and they had standards he had to follow. I have some clothes, but I rarely left the estate. Everything I needed was provided."

"You were in prison!" Chelsea insisted. "We're going shopping today. We're going to get you all the clothes you need for your new life here! But first we're going to the gym as it's Wednesday and I have an aerobics class. I want to introduce you to my friend Melody!"

Brigette was about to protest, but Chelsea raised a hand. "I have workout outfits that will fit you. The classes at the gym are fun and you'll feel better."

Her sister nodded, though her eyes indicated she wasn't completely sold. Chelsea understood she'd been confined to her husband's family estate, so getting out to socialize at all hadn't been possible.

They finished up their breakfast and got dressed for the gym. Chelsea thought her sister looked pretty good for living in those conditions.

"What exercise did you get on the estate?" she asked.

"They had a lovely, long walking path around the grounds, and the building was three stories, so I did a lot of walking and stair climbing," Bridgette explained.

Chelsea just smiled and shook her head. It really had been a prison.

When they left for the gym, Brigette was impressed with her sister's sporty little red coupe but not her driving. Still, they made it to the gym in one piece.

Chelsea signed her in as her guest and promised her sister she would get her a membership of her own.

As they walked toward the aerobics class where the ladies' group was gathering, Chelsea spotted her friend.

"Melody!" she called out and saw the woman pause and turn to smile back at her. She saw her eyes take in her sister, and confusion became realization.

"Chelsea! Is this your sister?" Melody said in delight.

"Yes!" Chelsea said gleefully. "She arrived last night!"

Brigette stepped forward and shook her hand with a shy smile. "Hi, I'm Brigette."

"Melody. I'm so pleased to meet you!" she said with a happy smile.

"She's going to be living with me!" Chelsea gushed.

"That's wonderful!" Melody said, then gestured for the two to join her in the studio with the other ladies. They found spots at the back of the class with Brigette between them.

"I've never done an aerobics class before," Brigette confessed nervously.

Melody smiled at her. "I signed up for this one as it's less aggressive than the others."

Chelsea beamed a wide smile at her. "Momma protecting her baby already!"

Melody's eyes flicked to Chelsea, and Brigette saw that her sister was supposed to be keeping that under wraps. She'd always been bad at keeping secrets.

Chelsea realized her faux pas, and her face flushed with embarrassment. "Sorry." Melody nodded but didn't appear too upset.

The instructor moved to the center before the front row and called out for everyone to get into position.

The three ladies followed the routine, and Brigette managed to keep up with only a few missteps. Chelsea was impressed with her sister as she realized those walks and stair climb exercises had done her some good!

When the class was over, she grinned happily at Brigette, who was breathing hard but seemed pretty happy with herself as well.

Melody caught Chelsea's eye. "May I assume you'll need to reschedule this weekend?" she said casually and quietly to the blonde.

Chelsea froze in confusion. "Reschedule David's visit?" she asked in surprise.

"Who's David?" Brigette asked.

"My boyfriend," Melody said, stumbling on the words.

"The baby's father," Chelsea blurted, almost over Melody.

Brigette's eyes widened. "Wait! Is this the same David you were talking about last night?" she asked her sister.

"Yes, but...." Chelsea responded, then stopped as the conversation came back to her.

Brigette's shocked eyes swung back to Melody. "Were you aware of your boyfriend's activities with my sister?"

Melody smiled at the two faces looking back at her, one with shock and the other showing guilt. So alike yet so different. "Yes. I'm aware. David doesn't keep secrets from me."

Brigette's mouth dropped open as she looked between the two women. "Is David... some kind of gigolo?"

Melody and Chelsea burst into giggles, then saw they were being shooed from the studio as the next class was coming in. The three collected their items and moved to a private seating area in the club so they could talk.

Melody locked eyes with the brunette. "My relationship with David isn't a conventional one, though we love each other deeply. He's also in a relationship with Auden, a younger woman who lives with us, and the two visit Chelsea."

Brigette's head whipped around to stare at her sister. "You're gay?"

Chelsea scowled at her sister. "Do you even hear yourself? Are you listening? Auden and David visit. No, I'm not gay and I'm not really attracted to women, but Auden is a lovely woman with an appetite for sex that outshines mine, if that's possible."

Brigette was looking a little shellshocked.

Melody gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry this was sprung on you when you've just arrived, but nothing nefarious is happening. It's all out in the open, and there are no hurt feelings."

"But you're pregnant with David's child and he's having sex with other women?" Brigette asked quietly.

"We discussed these relationships before they happened, so there were no secrets. We trust each other," Melody assured her.

Brigette shook her head. "It's so far outside my own experience that I'm having trouble understanding how it could work."

Chelsea fixed an eye on her sister. "You said last night that you wouldn't judge me like you did when we were growing up."

Brigette nodded as she reached out to hold her sister's hand. "I did, and I promise I won't. It's just going to take me some time to adapt to my new situation. As you said last night, it's like I've just been released from prison, and now there are all these possibilities and conditions I've never been exposed to that others accept as normal. I'm a little lost at the moment."

"As long as you can keep an open mind and accept that no one is getting hurt, it will begin to make sense to you," Melody said. She glanced at a clock on the wall and smiled at the two ladies. "I have an appointment at the bank, so I need to get moving. It was really nice to meet you, Brigette! I'm so glad you've returned."

"It was nice meeting you, Melody!" Brigette responded warmly and shook the woman's hand.

Chelsea looked at her sister's face when it was just the two of them. "I'm glad you're back, too."

Brigette was going over what she'd been told, then realized a question hadn't been answered. "You never gave Melody an answer about your visit with David and Auden this weekend."

Chelsea's eyes widened. "Oh! You're right! I'll call Melody later and tell her it's off--"

"No! I mean, I'd like to meet them--to say hello and get a better understanding of who they are. I don't want to participate in this lifestyle, but I'd appreciate getting a clearer picture of who's involved."

Chelsea took her sister's hands in hers and beamed a loving smile at her. "We can do that. I'll let Melody know. David is an excellent cook. He makes delicious meals."

"Oh! He's a chef?" Brigette asked in delight.

"No, he just learned from his mother. He's training to be a physiotherapist and has a summer internship at a clinic before he begins his college course this fall," Chelsea explained.

Brigette's eyes were wide again. "How... old is David?"

Chelsea locked eyes with her sister. "He's eighteen but far more mature than his age. You'll get to see for yourself on Sunday."

Brigette nodded slowly as her head spun.

Chelsea took pity on her sister. "Come on. Let's go home and freshen up. We have shopping to do! You need new clothes! Lots of them!"

Brigette smiled at her sister's enthusiasm. She'd always been the excitable one, and she was beginning to see how far that trait had grown.

Chapter 3

Auden thanked her customer, leaving with a lovely arrangement, and her eyes moved to see another woman walking toward her with a twinkle in her eye.

Recognition flared, and a nervous little flutter moved in her tummy.

She turned to face her assistant manager, standing next to her at the cashier's desk. "Lydia, could you confirm the order the courier just delivered?"

"Certainly," the woman said and headed into the backroom.

This left Auden alone in the front of the shop. Her worker, Susan, was in the cooler arranging the flowers so she wouldn't overhear anything she might say to the woman now stopping before the counter.

"Hello, Ms. Moreau," Auden said with a smile.

"Please call me Léa. You're no longer in high school, after all," the teacher said.

Auden smiled and nodded. "How has your summer been?"

Léa returned her smile. "It's been... eventful. How has yours been?"

Auden's smile widened. "So much better than every summer in my life so far."

"Due to your new relationship with Mr. Spencer?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Auden let slip a brief giggle. "Yes. He's pretty amazing and has helped me expand my horizons in many ways." She gave the teacher a cheeky smile, and Léa's interest surged.

"Is he not... possessive?" Léa ventures carefully.

Auden shook her head. "I think giving is a better description. He's introduced me to new things and new people."

"This is very good! I think you are very fortunate to have met someone with such strong self-confidence that it keeps them from falling victim to jealousy," Léa said honestly.

Auden nodded. "David is very passionate but also rational. I think that's a rare combination." She glanced to confirm her workers were not within earshot and leaned forward slightly. Léa's eyes were momentarily trapped in her cleavage, so she arched her back slightly, lifting her bosom. Léa looked up into Auden's gaze, who licked her lip quickly and asked the question she'd been aching to.

"When we last spoke in your classroom, I suggested we get together for dinner? Have you given any thought to this?"

Léa nodded. "I was actually coming in today to see if you might be interested in this very thing."

Auden smiled and nodded. She pulled out her cell phone and glanced at her calendar. Léa did as well.

"Are you available Friday or Sunday night?" Auden asked.

"Friday night would be preferable," Léa said. "I'll send you the details by text?"

Auden nodded, and they traded contact details.

"I'm looking forward to it," Léa said with a hungry look as Auden nodded. She turned and left the shop as Auden tingled madly.

She sent a text to David immediately to let him know they had plans for Friday night.

She went into the back to see how Lydia was doing with the courier order and kept an ear open for the front doorbell.

The ding of her cell drew her eyes, and she saw David's response, saying he'd keep the evening open. She smiled as she knew he'd be there for her.

Chapter 4

Friday night, David and Auden drove to Keniston, a neighboring city with an active nightlife, delightful restaurants, and hotels. The most important feature was the hundred-mile distance between the cities. This should prevent them from being seen by nosy people from home.

While they'd graduated, David realized Ms. Moreau's reputation and career would be damaged if she were seen on a date with people who looked like they could be students.

The restaurant where they'd arranged to meet was lovely and perfect for discreet get-togethers. Their booth was private and just spacious enough for four. As David was a big man, he needed the extra space.

They'd just gotten seated when their third arrived, so they stood and pressed cheeks in greeting with the woman.

Léa's perfume was subtle, and David was grateful for that as he wasn't typically a fan of them. Auden complimented her on the scent, and Léa smiled gratefully.

"Have you been to this restaurant before?" the woman asked them.

"It's my first time," David said, and Auden nodded.

"I haven't been to Keniston before," Auden added.

"Oh! They have some wonderful restaurants and nightclubs. Their theatre scene is better than ours as well. If my parents had settled down here, there would have been more options for entertainment at least," the teacher said with a little shrug and a smile.

Auden gave her a teasing pout. "But then we would never have met you!"

Léa's smile brightened as she locked eyes with Auden. "So true."

The waitress arrived to drop off the menus and take their orders for drinks. David stuck with water as he wasn't a fan of liquor or soft drinks.

"Such a responsible young man," Léa teased, and David smiled.

"I have my vices," he admitted softly and surprised a quiet laugh from Léa. Auden bit her lip hungrily as she squeezed her thighs together.

Now the teacher was looking intrigued, but she returned her attention to her menu.

David did his best to contain his dismay at the prices listed next to the items. Auden insisted she was paying for his meal, and he should order what he liked. Some of the dishes he didn't recognize, but they had steak, so he decided to go with a smaller cut. He didn't want to feel too full as they planned for dancing and other activities later.

Once the waitress returned and took their orders, they were able to speak in privacy.

Léa watched David's smile curiously. "What seems to be amusing you?" she asked.

"It's not amusement. It's delight! I could listen to you and Auden speak all night, as I love your accents!" he admitted.

Léa shook her head bemusedly. "My accent has lost much due to my immersion in American society."

"How long did you live in France?" Auden asked.

This gave Léa the opportunity to share stories of her childhood in Paris, as Auden interspersed this with her experiences in London. David listened with rapt attention.

Dinner was delicious, and their stories continued throughout the meal, though David said little. They heard about Léa's return to Paris for her university years and some of the titillating adventures she had there. Auden was completely absorbed in her stories.

Léa gave David a challenging look. "Who knows what exciting adventures you will have in your own college life!"

David shook his head with a wry grin. "Somehow, a physiotherapy program at the local college doesn't reach the same level of glamorous intrigue as your fine arts and theatre courses in Paris."

"Paris is the city of love!" Auden added.

Léa sighed with a smile. "And so much more."

Once they finished their dinner, they drove to the hotel they'd reserved adjoining rooms in. The hotel had a bar with a dance floor.

Léa ordered a bottle of wine. As David wouldn't be driving tonight, he allowed himself a glass to be social, and they toasted to their night.

Soon they were up dancing, and they couldn't keep their eyes off each other. Léa moved with an enticing grace, and she flirted with Auden and David equally. Auden's need for the woman was becoming visibly apparent.

The sexual tension increased until they couldn't wait any longer. With a look toward the exit, the three nodded and casually left the bar and entered an elevator.

Their rooms were on a high floor and had a lovely view of the city. They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in David's room and looked out at the light coming from the other buildings. They were far enough away that the chances of being seen were negligible unless the voyeur had a powerful telephoto lens.

Léa looked at David with a sexy smile. "Would you turn off all the lights except the headboard accent light?"

He glanced back to see which one she meant, then nodded to her.

David performed this task and saw the headboard light had different color settings, so he switched it to red.

"Very nice," Léa said in approval. Auden smiled at him and nodded excitedly.

The lurid color did nothing for him, but if the ladies liked it, it would remain red.

He walked back to the window and realized that with the dim backlighting, if someone was watching their window, all they'd see now was a sexy silhouette.

He saw Léa was kissing Auden and grinding her body against Auden's. She crooked a finger at David, so he pressed himself against her back and heard her moan into the kiss.

David slid his hands up their sides from their waists until he cupped their breasts, which were squeezed together.

Léa pulled back from the kiss to suck in a sharp breath as she loved the feeling of David's hands on her breasts. She'd fantasized about having a younger lover touch her so intimately.

Auden reached back and grabbed David's hips and pulled him tighter against Léa's ass.

The teacher gasped again as she felt something large and hard pressing between her ass cheeks.

Her mind tried to gauge the scale of what she was feeling, and her eyes widened as she began to understand. She looked into Auden's eyes in shock, and the younger woman grinned excitedly and nodded.

David was loving the feel of Léa's ass rolling and rubbing against his bulge, but he needed to get his tight pants off soon! He was running out of room in them.

Léa pulled away from David and pulled Auden down to kneel with her before David. They slid their palms up and down the ridge he was making in his pants. Léa's fingers were undoing them before he could.

Auden helped her slide his pants down his legs, and Léa smiled hungrily at the size of the bulge in his underwear.

"I've not been with someone of your... proportions," she said with a grin.

"David is generously sized in his frame, his muscles, and appendages," Auden said and burst into giggles.

Feeling like he was on display, David shrugged and pulled his shirt up and over his head.

"Ooo! Your skin is so smooth!" Léa purred and David shared a smile with Auden.

The two ladies took his removal of his shirt as permission to slide his underwear down.

Léa's eyes widened. "You're smooth here, too?"

David smiled as he recalled how Melody helped him get over his self-consciousness about it. "It's just a condition. I have no hair from the neck down."

Léa nodded to him distractedly as she watched his cock slowly throb and grow. "Somehow that makes its size seem more intimidating!"

Her eyes focused on what was now visible under his erection. "Oh! Your testes!"

Auden purred. "Yes! They are wonderfully big, aren't they!"

Léa glanced up at David in question.

He smiled. "Perfectly healthy. Just a little oversized."

Then she was pressing her face against the base of his cock, her tongue aggressively exploring the sensitive skin of his balls.

"Fuck!" David gasped at the intense sensations.

Léa wrapped the fingers of her left hand around the shaft of his cock to slowly pump it as her right hand gently tested the weight of his balls.

David opened his eyes as he felt Auden slide the head of his cock into her wet mouth. She bobbed her head over it, gradually taking more and more into her mouth until Léa's fingers touched her lips.

Léa came up for air and released her grip on David as she watched Auden take his entire cock into her mouth and throat. She placed her fingers on Auden's throat and caressed the bulge. Her other fingers slipped under her dress to rub her pussy.

"Fuck that is so incredibly sexy!" Léa sighed as she watched it sinking deep inside Auden's mouth.

Léa stood quickly and shed her dress until she was standing next to David in the skimpiest, sexy lace bra and panties.

"Before I become too intimidated, I must feel this inside me, if it can fit at all!" Léa said with a trembling voice.

Auden looked at her. "I brought condoms--"

Léa shook her head. "I'm on the pill and I don't like the way they feel. Is that all right?"

Auden smiled, and David nodded before gesturing to the suitcase they'd brought.

"You'll want the lube," he said seriously, and Léa nervously giggled.

Auden rushed to the suitcase and returned with the large jar.

David knelt before Léa and slid her panties off in one smooth move. After she stepped from them, he pressed his face to her pussy and caressed her wet lips with his tongue. She cried out in surprise and need as he stroked her repeatedly as she clung to his head. When she began to tremble, he stood and lifted her against his chest with her ass in his hands. She gasped at how good his powerful hands felt.

His cock was wedged between her ass cheeks, and her pussy lips were pressed against its heat.

"Ah! You feel so hot!" Léa gasped and writhed.

David rubbed her pussy lips along his length as she gasped and cooed.

"Auden, lube me up," David said and lifted Léa so Auden could generously coat his cock with the slippery stuff. Her hands held very good on him, and Léa cried out in bliss when Auden spread the excess lube over and into her pussy. Then she pressed the thick head of David's cock between the slick lips of Léa's pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Léa gasped as she felt her opening part to accept David inside.

"We'll take it slow," David said as he lowered the woman onto his cock.

Sparks were going off behind Léa's eyes as David's cock gradually pushed its way inside, parting the walls of her pussy. When he stopped, lifted her to pull out slightly, then continued impaling her on his thick shaft, she thought she might lose her mind. If it wasn't for the lube, she knew this would have been impossible.

There was no pain yet, but the feeling of fullness was overwhelming!

Her mind flashed back through the lovers she'd had in her life, and she realized none had felt quite like this. It was a new experience for her, and she reveled in it.

The slow lifting and dropping continued until she suddenly came to rest against his pelvis. She had all of it! Her mouth was open as her inner muscles slowly pulsed to accommodate him.

He squeezed her ass cheeks, and she moaned in bliss.

David sensually kissed her lips, and her hunger for him flared. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as her pussy squeezed his hot cock.

He sucked on her tongue, and she felt them moving until her back was pressed against the wall. One side, then the next, David released her ass cheeks to hook his arms under her legs to lift them up until he was pinning her to the wall with his pelvis. This put more pressure on her clit, and she gasped into his mouth.

"FUCK! AH! My god!" she gasped as shocks seemed to flash from her over-excited clit.

When he pulled his cock halfway out and then thrust it back in, slapping their bodies together, her moans became cries of ecstasy as lightning jumped from her clit to her breasts. Auden was beside them, reaching in to squeeze and tug Léa's nipples.

David's thrusts slowly got faster and fiercer until she felt like he might hammer her through the wall! The sensations were flooding through her mind, overwhelming her with bliss. She'd never been fucked this aggressively, and the new experience triggered her final surge toward her release.

"AH! I'm there! David! I'm coming!" she gasped.

"Good! Me too!" he growled as his hips went into overdrive, slapping their bodies together.

It was too much, and Léa cried out as her orgasm struck.

Hot jets of cum surged into her as David pinned Léa to the wall, slowly rocking his hips, sending Léa's pleasure higher. She suddenly sagged against him, her forehead resting on his shoulder as she lost her strength. Her hot breath panted against his chest.

David could feel her pussy squeezing his cock in pulses and her body trembling, so he knew she was still feeling her release.

He caught his breath and turned his head to gaze into Auden's excited eyes. She swooped forward and kissed him feverishly. He knew she was very turned on. He'd need a little time to recover from this, but his eyes promised it would be her turn next.

David carried Léa to the bed and knee-walked up the mattress with her in his arms. He lowered her to the bed and felt his semi-rigid cock slide from her pussy. She gasped at the sensation as her eyes rolled.

Auden slipped onto the bed and dabbed Léa's face with a soft towel. The woman smiled up at her and pulled her head down to kiss her lips tenderly.

After they pulled back, Léa smiled up at Auden, then David, sitting on his heels between the woman's splayed legs further down the bed. Her eyes dropped to admire his cock, which she admitted still looked intimidating in its relaxed state.

"Could I have some water?" she asked.

Auden popped to her feet, then bent over to open the small fridge to grab a bottle of chilled water.

Léa's eyes widened in delight as she saw the jeweled end of Auden's butt plug peeking out from between the woman's cheeks. Her eyes darted to David's, and she saw him smile at her realization.

"Does Auden really take you in there?" Léa asked in surprise.

Auden heard the question and spun to look at Léa, then David. She handed the bottle to Léa, who pushed herself to her elbows to swallow some of the water.

David gestured for Auden to move onto the bed and made her get on her hands and knees with her ass pointed toward Léa. He reached down and parted Auden's cheeks, hearing her gasp gently. He slid his fingers down her ass crack and gently pressed on the jewel. Auden moaned and squirmed.

"Auden's becoming quite fond of taking me inside her ass. It takes time, and we move slowly, but her releases are... intense," David explained as he continued to tease Auden's ass and the surrounding sensitive areas. When he tugged on the plug gently, Auden's moans took on a desperate tone.

"I must see this!" Léa insisted.

"Is that all right with you, Auden?" David asked, knowing she wanted it desperately.

"Yes!" the woman gasped with a grin, and Léa smiled hungrily.

"Get the lube, please," David said, and Auden rushed from the bed. David made a quick visit to the washroom to freshen up.

When he returned to the bed, Léa had spun on the bed with her head toward the foot of the bed. David raised a questioning eyebrow at her, and she smiled.

"I want to get the best view!" she said with a smile.

Auden returned and quickly applied the slick stuff to his rebounding erection. She seemed to understand what Léa was doing immediately. She climbed onto the bed and stayed on her hands and knees as she moved over Léa's body with her ass pointed at David.

He stroked some lube on the tight muscle clinging to the bulb in her ass. He swirled and tugged it gently, and Auden trembled and rocked her hips back.

When David was sure her sphincter was adequately lubed, he began to pull on the plug slowly. He watched Léa's expression as she watched with fascination as Auden's tight ring expanded and stretched.

He felt the bulb reach its widest point, and her muscles tried to squeeze it out quickly, but he kept the pressure on it as her ring slowly tightened. When it was down to the smallest point, David teased her the opening with the tip, drawing another gasp from Auden.

David set the plug aside and added more lube to Auden's asshole, carefully sliding one then two fingers deep inside her with the slippery stuff.

"Ah! David! Fuck! So good!" Auden cried out. He smiled as he saw Léa's eyes looking up at him from beneath Auden. She was very excited.

David positioned himself behind Auden and pressed the thick head of his cock against her ass. Once more, the muscle there did its best to protect her interior.

"Relax, Auden," David said as he slid his hands up her back and around to cup her heavy breasts.

That did the trick as the head of his cock slipped inside before the muscle tightened once more.

"David, David, David...." Auden chanted quietly as she adjusted.

He added pressure and began to slide inside very slowly.

"Ah! Oh... yes, yes, yes--OH! Fuck! David!" Auden gasped as he sank deeper inside her ass.

He drew himself out an inch, then drove forward two. Repeating this slowly, it wasn't long before he pressed his pelvis against her cheeks, and he was fully sheathed in her.

Auden had stopped talking, or making any sounds for that matter, but he felt her trembling and knew this was a good sign for her.

"I can't believe she took it all!" Léa's voice said from below.

"Give her pussy a little attention while you are down there," David suggested.

Seconds later, Auden reacted. "AH! Léa! FFFUUUCCCKKK!"

David couldn't see what Léa was doing, but he could certainly feel how Auden was reacting to it.

Then he felt Léa's fingers caressing his balls as he began to speed up his thrusting into Auden, who was clamping down on his cock in spasms.

Auden let out a high-pitched squeal and trembled hard. He felt something splashing against his legs as he drove himself deep one last time. He fired his cum into Auden's ass as his pleasure peaked.

When he finished, he drew himself from Auden slowly, and she collapsed onto the woman beneath her once he popped free.

He moved from the bed and gently rolled Auden off Léa to free the woman from his exhausted lover. Auden's eyes were rolling as she came down from her bliss. He looked at Léa and managed to stifle his laughter, but he couldn't stop the grin. Her face must have caught most of the spray from Auden when her orgasm struck.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up and let Auden catch her breath," David suggested. Léa just nodded with a smile.

The two of them stepped into the bathroom, and Léa immediately stepped into the shower to get clean. David washed his cock off with a facecloth, then wiped down his legs.

He saw Léa was admiring his cock as she rinsed the soap from her face.

"I want that inside me again, but this time from behind--but not in my ass!" she hurried to clarify.

David chuckled and nodded. "Understood." They dried off and returned to the bed to see Auden smiling up at them dreamily.

"That took a lot out of you, didn't it," David said to her.

She nodded, then her smile widened. "But it was so goooood!"

Léa knee-walked onto the bed and positioned her body above Auden. She brought her face down to Auden's and gave her a sensual kiss that made the younger woman moan with need.

She wiggled her ass, and David picked up that cue was his.

He slathered more lube on cock, which was rising for its third play, then moved onto the bed to position himself behind Léa. Her knees were outside Auden's, so he had to place his outside them both. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but he'd make it work.

When he slapped the head of his cock against her pussy lips, Léa pulled back from their kiss to gasp.

Then he was sliding inside. She wasn't as tight as the first time, but he took his time to allow her to get used to his size.

It felt damn good, but David felt his attention drifting, which was odd considering the situation. Two sexy women beneath him, and his cock buried in the blissful heat of a sexy older woman. How could his thoughts stray from that?

He increased his pace, and Léa made all the sounds of someone truly enjoying a good fucking, but still, he wasn't able to get beyond his current level of pleasure to find his release.

Soon, he was gripping Léa's hips and slapping her ass against his body. She'd given up trying to kiss Auden and settled for squeezing her breasts. He saw Auden was enjoying this as her eyes twinkled with excitement as she watched him over Léa's shoulder.

He felt his cock harden further as their eyes connected, and he was back in the moment.

Léa suddenly reached her peak, and her body began to tremble and shake as a colossal orgasm struck. This twisting caused David's cock to suddenly slip free from the woman, who then collapsed on top of Auden with a loud moan and shiver.

He released her hips as he sat back on his heels. His cock bobbed before him, but he could already feel the moment passing.

Auden caught his eye, and she looked down at his erection. She eased Léa off to lie on the mattress, then had David move up the bed to lie back against the pillows. Once he was comfortable, she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, kissing the tip with her sexy lips on each pass. His cock's stiffness returned as he watched Auden worshipping it.

When Léa joined Auden and took one side while Auden took the other, his eyes widened as that was damn sexy! They began to move in unison, up and down his shaft to meet at the head, pressing their lips against the sensitive glans. Auden's eyes took on a sultry expression as she was really enjoying this. Almost as much as he was.

When he felt his release was imminent, he gave Auden a desperate look, and she plunged her mouth over his cock and took him deep into her throat.

"FFFUUUUCCKKKK!" David growled as he came. He could feel her swallowing, and it was almost too much.

When he was finally done, she pulled back and gave him a satisfied smile as she licked her lips.

Léa took a grip on her hair and pressed her mouth to Auden's, kissing her deeply. David watched Auden's eyes and saw she was lost in her bliss.

He was ready to call it a night, but he could tell Léa wanted more, and Auden was clearly on board with that.

He felt a little guilty for doing it, but he faked a yawn and pretended to hide it. Léa caught the motion and smiled at him as if she'd been expecting it. She slipped off the bed and tugged on Auden's hand.

"Come on. It looks like David needs to recharge. Let's give him a moment and move to my room," she suggested.

Auden looked at David, and he could see she was asking for permission. He smiled and gave her a little nod. This brought an excited smile to her face, and she quickly pranced after Léa through the door into the adjoining guestroom.

David rested back against the pillows and wondered if this was what he should expect in the future.

He yawned for real this time and let his eyes close. It was too much to think about tonight.

-=-

When David woke the next morning, he discovered he was alone. That was an odd sensation as for months he'd had two women next to him, and he was typically the first to wake.

He sat up and rubbed his face. He saw that the door leading into Léa's room was partly open, so he quietly walked over to it and stepped into the next room. Walking closer to the bed, he spotted Léa spooning Auden with her arm around the woman. To him, the embrace looked possessive.

Thinking about the previous night, David picked up from Léa that the woman had a dominant streak and Auden's submission greatly excited her. This embrace seemed to validate his impression of the woman.

Silently, he returned to his room and gently pulled the adjoining door partially closed again.

Gathering his kit, he stepped into the bathroom and began his shower.

As the water poured over his head, David considered their date with Léa Moreau.

She was a beautiful and sexy woman, and David had enjoyed her enthusiasm.

Did he feel anything beyond that? Did he want another date with her?

He realized he didn't.

Auden's need for new partners raised David's concern, but he couldn't quite put his finger on how this might develop.

He gently shook his head as the answers weren't coming to him.

Finishing up in the shower, he stepped out and dried off with the big fluffy hotel towel.

Auden walked in with a euphoric smile on her face and kissed him good morning. She looked so happy, so David decided to keep his concerns to himself.

Once she was finished and dressed, they went downstairs to the hotel's restaurant for breakfast.

Léa was sitting at a table with a coffee and a croissant. They joined her with smiles.

"An authentic French breakfast?" David asked with a smile.

Léa quietly made a rude noise. "The American version."

"I think that would be coffee and a donut. Probably a glazed one with sprinkles at that," he returned with a grin, and she nodded in acceptance.

"I've always been curious. What do teachers do during their summer break?" David asked.

Léa smiled and nodded. "I can't speak for all teachers, but the ones I worked with had specific goals for their free time. Some traveled. Some spend the time at their cottage. Most just wanted to unwind at home. I've been looking after my parents for years, so I fell into the last category. My options were limited... until now."

Auden's eyebrows rose. "What happened?"

Léa nodded. "My mother passed last month."

"I'm sorry for your loss," David said.

Léa raised a hand. "I've had years to prepare for this moment. What it truly means now is that I'm no longer bound by my responsibilities to my parents. I've decided to travel to Paris."

Auden made a little sound of longing, and their eyes turned to her.

"I've been trying to convince David to travel to Paris with me when I visit my florist shop branch offices. He can't go because it would jeopardize his summer interning job," she explained.

Léa's eyes lit up. "When are you planning to go?"

Auden looked at her curiously. "Next week."

"Perhaps we could travel together?" Léa suggested enthusiastically.

Auden looked at David with a wide smile, and he returned it. He looked to Léa and saw she was watching him with an eyebrow raised in question. He gave her a shrug. He knew he couldn't go, but he wouldn't deny Auden's happiness.

After breakfast, they returned to their rooms to pack and then met in the lobby to bid each other farewell. David gave Léa a warm hug, and Auden burst into giggles when Léa whispered into her ear as they shared a hug.

On the drive home, David glanced over and saw the blissful smile on Auden's face.

"Did you enjoy our date with Léa?" he asked.

She turned her face to him, and he saw that her expression was dreamy.

"It was magical!" she said and snuggled against his shoulder. "I would never have had the courage to try if it hadn't been for you."

As she slowly drifted off, David's mind was rocked by her admission. He was experiencing an unwelcome epiphany that Auden might just be another of his sexual therapy clients. She was using him to learn about her sexual boundaries.

He was her safe place.

She fell asleep on his shoulder, so he remained quiet all the way home as his thoughts raced.

Hadn't she told him she loved him... and Melody. That meant something more than sexual infatuation. Right?

But she'd been the one who insisted on including Chelsea in their relationship when he'd been ready to say no.

Then she'd pursued and arranged a liaison with their teacher, Léa Moreau.

The drive home felt longer as his mind spun.

When they finally parked in the driveway, she was still asleep, so he carried her inside in his arms as Melody held the door open. She must have caught something in his expression as she gave him a questioning look. He just shook his head as it wasn't time for him to share his thoughts. There would be time later.

When he put Auden to bed, he came back downstairs, and Melody was waiting for him.

"Something you need to talk about?" she asked quietly and gently.

David took a deep breath as he glanced back up the stairs. He wasn't sure of his words yet, and he didn't want to take the chance of Auden hearing his unformed opinions on things he wasn't sure of himself.

"I'll need a little time to get my head straight, but when I do, I'll definitely need to ask your advice," he finally admitted.

Melody looked into his eyes, then nodded. "Are we still on for the visit with Chelsea and her sister?"

David smiled. "Yes. That's not a problem. I have a dish to prepare for dinner tonight."

Melody wrapped her arms around his beefy body to hug him and felt him snuggling against her to maximize the contact between them.

He gave the best full-body hugs!

Chapter 5

Chelsea was tingling with anticipation and nervousness in equal measure.

She was eager for David and Auden's visit to meet her sister but she was also concerned Brigette might not be able to accept her being with them once she got to see the young couple.

Chelsea had already decided this visit would be for introductions with no sexual activities... aside from kisses and hugs. Those were acceptable and mandatory to tide her over until she could be alone with the couple. She'd called Melody the night before to have her fill in David and Auden on her situation, so they'd understand. As the nature of the visit had changed, Melody would join them too.

The twins filled their morning with gardening to bring some order to the backyard. Brigette's green thumb was fully engaged, and Chelsea watched her sister bloom as she groomed the plant-life back into some semblance of artistic balance. She was a natural, even though she said she'd had to hide these activities when she'd lived at the Merryvale family estate in England. Their gardeners were not amused.

Over lunch, they'd talked about their lives apart and learned so much about each other.

As it approached the time for her friends to arrive, Chelsea glanced over at Brigette and saw that her sister was strangling a tissue in her nervous hands.

She reached out and placed her hand on Brigette's. "Hey! Take pity on that poor napkin," she said with a smile.

Brigette glanced down to see what she meant, then burst into a nervous smile.

Chelsea rushed to assure her. "This visit is just to say hello and to enjoy a meal together. They're very nice people. I believe you'll like them. There are no other expectations. Melody is coming too!"

Brigette's expression immediately relaxed, and she gave her sister a grateful smile. "I'm sorry. I'm doing my best--"

Chelsea held up a hand. "That's all I can ask for, and I appreciate your efforts." Motion in the corner of her eye drew her attention to the window, and she saw David's truck coming up the driveway. "Ah, they're here! Let's go say hello."

They left the living room to open the front door as the three people stepped from the vehicle. David was wearing oven mitts to carry a large casserole dish.

"What's this?" Chelsea said with a smile.

"Chicken and rice casserole. Freshly cooked, so it needs to keep warm in your oven until dinner," David explained with a smile.

Melody shook Brigette's hand. "It's nice to see you again."

"Thank you! You as well," Brigette said happily, then her eyes swung to the young couple.

"David, Auden, this is my twin sister Brigette," Chelsea said as she guided them inside.

"It's very nice to meet you, Brigette! I definitely see the family resemblance! You're both so lovely," David said with a friendly smile for the nervous woman.

"It's wonderful to meet you," Auden said, and saw the woman's attention spike at the sound of her accent. "Yes, I'm from England."

"She just returned from there," Chelsea giggled as she led David into the kitchen and opened the oven for him to place the casserole inside.

He set the temperature once she closed the door. "That should do it until dinner time."

Chelsea grinned, then gestured toward the patio doors. "Why don't we sit in the shade out by the pool. It's so lovely outside, and we can show you the good work we did today in the garden. Brigette is a genius with plants!"

Brigette blushed at her sister's praise as she glanced between the two tall and beautiful people. Melody shared a quick look with Auden.

They went outside and admired the garden, then relaxed on the chairs around a round table under a beautiful pergola.

"Would you like something to drink?" Chelsea asked.

"Ice water would be great," David replied. Melody and Auden nodded in agreement.

Brigette also nodded, so Chelsea rushed inside.

"How was the weather before you left?" Auden said, and Brigette smiled at the simple topic.

"Cool and damp," she responded.

Auden chuckled. "As I remember it, too."

David spoke up. "Auden owns and operates a chain of florist shops. She'll be going to Europe to look in on her different shops this week. Hopefully, she'll have better weather then."

Brigette's eyes widened. "But you're so young!"

That drew a smile from Auden. "I inherited them from my uncle but running the business is my passion, and I'm good at it, so it's no strain. I wish I could convince David to join me on the trip, but he's interning this summer at a local physiotherapy clinic."

David shrugged with a smile for Auden and saw Brigette swing her attention to him.

"Is--is that your passion?" she managed to say, but her eyes flicked to Melody to see a proud smile on her lips.

"Helping people with physical injuries, yes. I played football in high school and attended a clinic a couple of times for minor injuries. It was eye-opening, and I found my calling," he replied.

Chelsea returned carrying a tray with a jug of ice water and glasses. Once everyone had a glass, she took her chair. "What did I miss?" she asked.

Brigette smiled at her sister. "Auden is visiting her florist shops in Europe this week, and David can't join her as he's working at a physiotherapy clinic."

Chelsea looked at Auden. "It's this week?" she asked, and the younger woman nodded with a grin.

"Maybe one day I'll visit Europe. I'm not keen on flying, though," she said reluctantly.

Melody grinned. "You could always take a cruise across the ocean."

Chelsea immediately grinned. "Ooo! That sounds so romantic!"

Brigette shook her head. "Not if you're prone to getting motion sickness."

That got chuckles from everyone.

They spoke of local activities and clubs Brigette might find interesting. Parks to walk in for exercise. Shopping centers and where to avoid.

Soon, they could see that Brigette was relaxed in their company. They managed to get her to talk about Byron, her son, and she relaxed further.

Melody caught her glancing toward her tummy, though there was no bump to see yet. "I'm not quite three months yet, but the doctor assures me everything is going well for the baby and me. This isn't my first child. I had a son when I was younger, but he's permanently left the nest and won't be back. He's in the army, he's... content, and that's his home now."

Brigette held up her hands. "I don't mean to pry or judge."

"Thank you," Melody said with a smile to ease the woman's discomfort.

"Your son's father is?" Brigette asked gently.

"He died recently of heart failure, but my marriage unofficially ended years ago when he simply lost interest in me," Melody said sadly. David reached over and took her hand in his. This brought a smile back to her face.

He turned his head as he suddenly realized a difference. "Oh! I see the Ducanes have extended their privacy hedge. It's almost done!"

Everyone turned to admire the tall Cyprus trees on the boundary line between the two properties. The row had reached the midpoint of the back yard.

"No more peeping Ducanes," David said.

Chelsea giggled as Brigette looked at him with wide eyes, so Chelsea explained. "It's true! The husband used to stand in his bedroom window and stare at me when I sunbathed by the pool. His son likely did worse from his window."

David's expression darkened as he thought of how Jeff's father had done everything he could to prevent his son from taking responsibility for his actions. They pleaded down from attempted murder, and the judge allowed it. The father tried to have Jeff serve his term in a cushy mental rehabilitation center, but the judge finally insisted he would get counseling in the local penitentiary. That eased David's need for justice somewhat. Jeff was in a jail cell at least.

Brigette was very observant and caught his expression twisting.

"Is there an issue with the son?" she asked carefully.

David glanced at her and couldn't block a little noise he made in surprise.

He took a deep breath, then shook his head. "The only issue I have is that Jeff Ducane attempted to kill Auden and me by crashing his car into ours repeatedly. The judge wanted to expedite the case, so he allowed Jeff to plead guilty to a lower charge. David's father used his wealth and influence to pull some strings. Not exactly the justice I was hoping for."

"The rich play by their own rules. That's how it was with my husband's family. The Merryvales have considerable pull with the local constabulary. It was frightening sometimes," Brigette explained.

"I hope you don't think I'm like that," Chelsea said with a cheeky smile.

"You'd probably try to seduce the officer," Brigette shot back, and Chelsea stared at her with a delighted grin, then began to laugh as her sister's face went beet red.

Melody grinned. "Spoken like a true sister."

Brigette giggled and smiled at Melody. Her eyes locked on the tall hedge on the other side of Chelsea's property and widened.

Chelsea nodded and shrugged. "Esmerelda Sanchez had those trees planted to block her husband's view of my sunbathing. She also didn't want her daughter to learn any bad behavior from me."

"Friendly neighbors," Brigette said.

Chelsea just shrugged. "I didn't choose this neighborhood or this monstrously large house. That was all Julian, my last late husband. Mr. Larger-Than-Life. He had to have the biggest house, the biggest pool, and the biggest car," she said, gesturing to their surroundings. Then her smile turned wicked. "I swear he wanted everything to match his cock!"

Brigette squeaked in surprise as Melody shook her head with a knowing smile.

"You mentioned that last thing wasn't as wonderful as you first thought," Melody said.

Chelsea burst into giggles.

"You went from a two-bedroom shack on the edge of Elkhart, Indiana, to a six-bedroom mansion in this upscale neighborhood of this fine city, yet you still have such a potty mouth?" Brigette gasped.

Chelsea saw that her sister wasn't truly angry, just annoyed. She smiled. "You can take the girl from the small town, but you can't take the small town from the girl!"

Brigette rolled her eyes and ended up looking at David. Her sister describing him as having the perfect cock suddenly flashed into her mind, and her face went crimson. David caught this and kindly chose to pretend he hadn't.

"Is Elkhart a small town? I can't say I'm too familiar with Indiana," David said to redirect the conversation.

Brigette glanced back at him gratefully. "Truthfully, it's a modest-sized city, but the mindset of certain people made it seem smaller. We were a family of modest means--"

"Poor. She means poor," Chelsea added.

"We weren't destitute, but we didn't have much. I thought I saw a way out of that life when Floyd Merryvale, a local banker, proposed to me. I had no idea what I was getting myself into when he told me we were going to live on his family estate in England. They weren't friendly to me at all and restricted my movements and involvement in daily life. Chelsea described it as a prison, and now that I'm here, I can see the similarities. I'm grateful she took me in." Chelsea took her hand in hers with a loving smile.

"We're glad you're here as well!" Melody said. "Do you have any ideas of what you'd like to do with your new freedom?"

"She's gonna be a woman of leisure like me!" Chelsea insisted with a grin. "We'll go to the gym and salons to stay fit and pretty. Browse in glamorous shopping districts. Dine in trendy restaurants. Hit the nightclubs and dance with handsome men. Then rock their worlds in bed!"

Brigette's mouth dropped. "That's not my life plan!"

Chelsea pouted. "What is your plan then?"

Her sister looked at the vast expanse of green in the backyard. "A garden. I want to plant a garden and tend to it."

Auden smiled as she understood. "Will it be flowers or vegetables?"

Brigette's smile widened. "There are already enough flowers around the perimeter. I was talking with Chelsea this morning about setting aside a piece of the lawn near the back fence to plant a vegetable garden."

Chelsea gaped at her sister. "But you didn't say that was going to be the extent of your activities! There are so many more exciting things to experience out there! What about traveling? Going to tropical resorts and drinking piña coladas while walking on the beach! Making love to dusky-skinned strangers in the dunes!"

Brigette gave her sister a weary look. "I don't want to have sex with strangers and get sand in places it shouldn't go."

Melody, Auden, and David laughed at the image, which cracked a smile on Chelsea's face until she threw her hands in the air in surrender.

"Fine! I'll find something else for us to do to add some excitement into our lives!" she huffed.

Her guests smiled at Chelsea until she grinned back at them.

She looked at David. "Would you be available to help us pick up the garden supplies next Saturday, since you have a truck?"

"Ah!" David said as he looked at Auden.

"I'll be away on my business trip," she quickly said.

He looked to Melody, who was smirking at him. "I can't help you with any heavy lifting."

"Ah," David sighed, then smiled at Chelsea. "I guess I'm all yours."

Chelsea giggled with a wicked grin, but Brigette shook her head as she watched her sister with a smile. She turned to David. "Thank you, David! I'll make sure she behaves as we're borrowing your valuable time."

"Speaking of time, we should enjoy our dinner before it dries out," David suggested.

They stood and walked back into the house to enjoy dinner and more conversation. The evening was turning into a success after all.

Chapter 6

Monday morning, Auden headed into work early as she had preparations to make for her trip.

Melody watched her eager excitement and wondered if it was due to her impending travel or had something to do with their date with the teacher last Friday. She recalled Auden had been dreamy about the experience, but David's behavior had been decidedly more reserved. He said he'd discuss it with her later, but she'd heard nothing yet.

The thump of David's feet as he descended the stairs made her turn her face to see him enter the room.

"Are you off to work?" she asked.

"Soon, he said and frowned. "Has Auden left?"

Melody nodded and watched the emotions cross his expression. "What's wrong, David?" she asked gently.

He took a deep and slow breath, then guided her to the couch in the living room, where they sat side by side.

"I need to talk to you about what happened this past Friday," he began.

Melody just nodded and listened as David described their visit with the teacher. How she seemed to be dominant, and how much Auden seemed to enjoy that. He let her know Auden would be seeing the woman during her business trip when she stopped in Paris.

This detail connected the dots for Melody as she believed she now understood Auden's anticipation toward the trip.

"It was on our drive home that Auden said something that made me realize what our entire relationship might be. She said if it weren't for me, she never would have had the nerve to open herself up to these experiences," David said, and Melody's eyes widened as she heard where this was going.

"You think... this is another sexual therapy relationship?" Melody said gently, and David twitched, confirming her thought. "You've asked her about this?"

David shook his head as he looked at his hands in his lap. "No, and as she seems to be unaware of it, I think it might be best to say nothing about it until she returns from her trip. Maybe... maybe she'll be with Léa and have an epiphany of her own, or maybe it's nothing. We'll talk about it when she returns."

Melody took his hand and looked into his eyes. "She says she loves you. That seems genuine."

David smiled gently. "It seems that way to me, too, but I'm worried about her need to include others in our relationship. I fell in love with you first, and I know that's genuine. Auden's inclusion was an unexpected bonus. She's delighted to be with us both, but it was her insistence that included Chelsea. Then she actively sought out Ms. Moreau."

David took a deep breath that seemed to relax him. "I see Auden spreading her wings to new experiences, and I can't see where that path will end." He gave Melody a troubled look. "It's not what I want. I'm more comfortable settling into a homebody life with you, her, our child, and my new career. I'm not looking for adventure or experimentation. The sex therapy I've been doing for Barbara, and Chelsea for that matter, makes me feel like I'm helping them. While I like them, my emotional investment ends there. One day I'll bring their sessions to a close as they're able to move on, but for now it's something positive I'm doing in my life."

Melody nodded gently. "How do you feel about the idea that Auden might move on, if she decides that's what she needs in her life?"

David nodded, but she saw dismay flash through his expression. "Honestly? It will hurt. A lot." He shrugged. "But I don't believe Auden is currently aware of it. I think she genuinely feels love for us, but maybe it's not the same kind of love we feel." He locked eyes with Melody. "Your love eases the pain."

Melody heard the pain in his voice and pulled him into a hug. He clung to her.

They remained in each other's arms for a few moments until she heard him sigh. "I need to go to work. Auden's flight leaves tomorrow night. Let's keep my concerns to ourselves until she returns. If she discovers she wants more while she's away... we'll deal with that crisis then."

Melody looked into his troubled eyes, and then he kissed her. His passion was overwhelming, and her head was spinning when he pulled back.

"I love you, beautiful woman," he said with a rough voice as he held her eyes.

"I love you too, David," she managed to say before he pushed himself to his feet and headed for the door. She heard the door thump closed and the lock snap into place.

A warmth filled her body as she allowed herself to bask in his love. Her hands went to her tummy as her mind went to the symbol of their bond.

She knew they could weather anything as long as they remembered how strong their love was for each other.

This made her wonder if Auden might see her pregnancy as a reason to leave their relationship. It was an avoidance move, but she couldn't make that decision for the younger woman. She'd already spoken to her about it to try to ease her concerns.

It was up to Auden, now.

Chapter 7

Barbara knelt before David and admired his throbbing erection. "Next time, I want to see it grow to this size from its relaxed state!" she said with a grin.

This surprised a quiet bark of laughter from David, who grinned down at her. "Do you realize how difficult it is for me to maintain its relaxed state in your presence?" he asked, and she burst into giggles as she beamed a happy smile up at him.

"There you go, inflating my self-esteem again," she purred as she pressed her face against the side of his heavy cock.

"Only to the limit you deserve," he retorted, which added a twinkle to her eyes.

"I'm going to miss you when you begin your college course!" she suddenly pouted.

"I've only begun my internship! Don't rush my summer!" he exclaimed playfully. "Besides, once I determine my workload at college this fall, we'll see if we can work out a new schedule."

She squealed happily and drove his cock deep into her mouth. David gasped as that felt intense. She was still only able to get it to the beginning of her throat, but she was very enthusiastic.

David's chuckle became a moan as it felt so good. He gazed down at the mature beauty holding his cock in her mouth as her tongue did its best to caress every surface. She pulled back to wrap her lips around the sensitive head as her tongue danced over the tip.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he gazed down at her plump, red lips fastened to him so intimately.

The urge to kiss her suddenly swept over him, but he remembered that would violate their one rule.

Instead, he pulled himself free from her lips to lift her into the air. She squeaked in surprise, then once more when her ass landed on the surface of her desk. Instead of bending her over it, he pushed her onto her back and lifted her legs on either side of his head. Trailing kisses and nibbles down the inner surfaces of her thighs, he heard her gasp and sigh until he roughly stroked her wet lips with his tongue in his need for her.

Barabara clamped down on her cries as her fingers slid into his hair to pull him face tighter against her pussy.

It was David's turn to worship the woman, and he gave her no mercy. Tongue and fingers drove her bliss higher as she struggled to catch her breath under the onslaught. Her cries of passion would not be denied and leaked out.

He glanced toward her locked door and closed blinds, but he saw no tell-tale shadows to indicate they had an audience. Barbara had assured him that her office was soundproofed, but he wondered if it was rated for cries of bliss.

With a free hand, David slipped the jar of lube from the drawer and added a coating to his straining erection. Standing up, he roughly slid its underside across her slick pussy, and her eyes flared with lust.

"Oh fuck, David! Your cock feels so hot!" she gasped as her eyes closed from the intensity.

He smiled and pressed the thick head to her dripping lips and pushed slowly forward.

With Barbara on her back, he could finally see her expression as his cock sank deep into her pussy. Bliss and shock warred across her lovely features. He was aware that his size was the limit she could take without pain. Without the lube, this wouldn't have been possible, but she wasn't complaining.

When he pressed his body against her, Barbara moaned as she had all of it! Her eyes opened, and she suddenly realized he was watching her and enjoying the sight. Her hands immediately went over her face.

"Don't look at me!" she cried.

David gently but firmly pulled her hands to the side and pinned them to the desk as she blinked up at him. "Don't deprive me of the pleasure of your beauty. There is nothing sexier than the honest expression of bliss."

Barbara's eyelids fluttered as David ground his body against hers. She was closing in on her release, so David eased himself out to the head and then pushed himself deep once more.

Her jaw dropped as a wave of pleasure washed over her. He filled her so well!

His hands released her wrists and moved to her breasts to stroke, squeeze, and caress them. When he gently pinched and tugged her nipples, she cried out and grabbed his hands to squeeze them tight against her breasts.

That was his sign to pick up his pace. He began to drive his hips forward until he pulled his hands back from her breasts to hook them under her legs and lift them. This gave him extra leverage to really slam his cock into her, spanking her body with his pelvis.

"Fuck! Oh! David! David! Oh god, David!" Barbara cried, and his eyes went to the blinds once more as he thought he'd seen something. Was it a shadow moving by?

Barbara's orgasm struck hard and fast. Her pussy clamped down on David's cock, desperately trying to milk the cum from him. He resisted with all his might, and when she calmed, he pulled himself from her body and walked around the desk as her half-lidded eyes tracked his movements.

He slipped his arms under her torso and slid her closer to the front of her desk to allow her head to hang over the edge.

Barbara immediately figured out what he was doing and opened her mouth wide.

David slid his pulsing erections between her eager lips and deep into her mouth. He jolted in surprise when Barbara reached around him to grab his ass and pull him suddenly. His cock immediately slid into her throat, which clamped down on his shaft.

It was too much for David, and his cum fired into her throat as she struggled to swallow. When she seemed to be choking, he pulled back until just the head was trapped in her mouth. She relaxed and languidly caressed the sensitive head with her tongue until he pulled it free. That didn't stop her from pressing her lips to it in a kiss.

"Geezus!" David hissed softly in reaction. He was so sensitive!

He looked at the blissed-out but mischievous smile on Barbara's lips as he dabbed himself clean with a tissue. He assisted her to sit up, and she grabbed some tissues to clean herself as she watched him hungrily.

"That was wonderful, David," she purred. She trembled slightly as a tingle ran through her body. She eased herself from her desk to begin dressing.

"Yes, it was," David said, and saw her watching him holding the cum-stained tissue, so he held it out to her. Grinning naughtily, she plucked it from his fingers to drop it into her desk drawer.

Again, he didn't want to know.

David dressed and saw a shadow move past the blinds. The light from the front doors reflected off the polished floors to reach her interior windows. With the blinds closed, people entering the building and walking by appeared as shadows.

He wondered again if what he'd seen earlier really had been someone walking by. How soundproof was Barbara's office?

He took a deep breath. There was nothing for it. "Have a wonderful day, Barbara," he said as he saw she was dressed as well.

She flashed him a brilliant smile. "You too, David."

He unlocked the door and stepped out into the empty hall. He had a day to begin. Arriving early like this to meet with Barbara typically meant he'd be the only other person in the building for fifteen to twenty minutes. He enjoyed that quiet time.

As he rounded the corner at the end of the corridor, there was a terrible crash of breaking glass. He saw Lita Blackrock struggling to keep a display case from falling on her, though the sliding glass doors already had.

David ran forward and grabbed the case, pinning it back against the wall. He turned his head and saw Lita shakily stepping back. She was bleeding badly from her scalp and had several other cuts on her arms and legs. None looked too dangerous at first glance.

Barbara rushed around the corner, having heard the noise, and squeaked in shock.

"Call an ambulance!" David yelled. She pulled out her cell and made the call. Then she carefully led Lita out of the zone of broken glass.

"David, come away from there!" she called to him.

"I can't let go. It's falling off the wall and it's heavy!" he grunted in reply.

"We'll get you some help when the others arrive shortly," Barbara said, then turned to Lita.

"What happened?" the administrator gently asked.

The dazed woman looked at her. "I was walking past. I noticed it was leaning out from the wall. I touched the glass doors, and they popped out, breaking over my head. David saved me from falling under the display."

"What happened?"

They turned to see one of the clinic's chiropractors, Mike Evens, rushing forward after turning the corner.

"The cabinet is falling off the wall. Can you help David?" Barbara told him.

David knew Mike was fit, but the weight in the display case was well over his capability. That gave David an idea.

"Can you start taking the trophies from the case and move them down the hall?" he said with a strained voice.

Mike nodded and quickly reached in, grabbing two of the heavy objects, and hustled to the far corner. As he rushed back, he spotted another member of the staff.

"Simon, help me unload the case to reduce the weight!" he called out to a tall, slim man who worked as a physiotherapist.

With two people unloading the awards from the case, David noticed the cabinet wasn't getting much lighter. He tried to push it back into the wall, but it didn't budge. If anything, it felt like it was continuing to tilt outwards.

"What's behind this wall?" he asked.

Mike paused with two statues in his arms. "Uh, I think it's just a utility room for plumbing. Why?"

"I think something is pushing the display case out," David grunted. "Quick! Get the rest!"

Another staff member arrived with a broom and swept the shattered glass away from the floor in front of the case as the two men emptied the cabinet. One small award from the top shelf toppled out and broke in two against the floor.

"Are you okay, David?" Barbara called out to him.

"Reaching my limit!" he groaned.

"We got them all, David!" Simon called from a safe distance away, with Mike standing next to him

The ambulance arrived and quickly took their patient away. They looked back to see if there would be a second casualty just as the display case began to topple.

"Everyone! Get out of the hallway!" David yelled as he strained to keep it in place.

With a glance in both directions, he saw the area was as clear as it was going to get. David gingerly shifted his weight to the right, and the unit began to fall out of the recessed compartment in the wall. He sprang to the right, just out of range, as it crashed to the floor, the interior glass and mirrors breaking into thousands of pieces. He kept his momentum going to escape the destruction and covered his ears to block the noise of shattering glass.

A sudden boom exploded from the wall with a huge blast of air. The shockwave turned the display case into splinters. David was picked up and tossed down the corridor.

The next thing he knew, he was on a stretcher in the back of a moving ambulance.

Barbara was nervously sitting on a seat behind a paramedic watching him.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Oh! Thank God, David's awake!" Barbara gasped and the paramedic checked his pupil response.

He was asked some questions and did some minor tests, and the woman seemed to relax a little. "You've got a concussion, but it seems mild. You were out for less than five minutes. You also suffered some lacerations from flying glass. Your clothes caught most of it, but they'll check you out at the hospital to ensure you don't have any shards embedded in your skin."

He winced as a headache made itself known. "Got any aspirin in this wagon?" he said with a small smile.

The paramedic smiled at him. "Headache is another symptom of your concussion. They'll prescribe something for you when you get to the hospital." She glanced forward toward the driver and nodded. "Which will be momentarily."

"Where's Lita? She was hurt first," David said as he suddenly remembered how cut she was.

"Your friend is coming in the ambulance following ours. Her injuries weren't considered as severe as yours," the paramedic answered.

David tried to recall the events that led to this, and his head hurt worse, so he gave up. He was missing some memory. "What happened?" he asked.

Barbara took the opportunity to speak. "You mentioned something was pushing the trophy cabinet out of the wall. When it fell, something exploded in the space behind it. You were thrown down the hallway. The fire department arrived and is inspecting the damage, looking for the cause."

"Shouldn't you be there?" David asked.

She looked at him with guilt and concern warring in her expression. "You were hurt after saving Lita! I-I needed to ensure you were okay!"

He smiled at the tension in her voice and held out his hand, which she quickly grasped.

"Now you know I'll be fine. You can head back and take care of your clinic. They need you. I'll be back soon."

She smiled at him and gave him a shaky nod.

David closed his eyes with a smile and did his best to hide his pain as his head throbbed. Talking made it worse.

His eyes popped open as another thought intruded. "Can you call Melody and let her know where I am?" He winced again.

"Who's Melody?" Barbara asked.

He paused momentarily. He wouldn't last through a long answer. "The woman I live with," he said, and added her phone number. He heard Barbara calling.

Before he could ask to speak to her, the ambulance stopped, and he was pulled out the back doors and rolled into the emergency ward. Barbara was talking to the intake administrator, and he wondered if she'd reached Melody.

His head hurt when he tried to think, so he did his best to clear his mind.

When his gurney began to move again, he caught a last glimpse of Barbara waving at him, then he was lost in the bland corridors of the hospital heading somewhere to get pictures of his brain, no doubt.

The thumping continued.

Weren't they going to give him some pain relief?

-=-

Melody saw an unfamiliar number appear on her cell. She frowned and remembered David's advice to screen such calls by letting them go to voicemail. Then something made her tap the answer button instead.

She shook her head at her impulsiveness before she answered. "Hello?"

"Hello? Is this Melody?"

The voice was female, mature, but she didn't recognize it. "Yes, who is this?"

"My name is Barbara Sterling. I work with David Spencer."

Melody's thoughts immediately went to David's description of his... activities with the woman. She couldn't stop the smile from touching her lips. "Yes, hello Barbara. How can I help you?"

"There was an incident at the clinic this morning--"

"Is David okay?" Melody gasped as a cold finger of dread ran down her spine as she heard the concern in Barbara's voice.

The desperation in her voice must have surprised Barbara as she hesitated before answering. "Yes, David is going to be fine. We're at the hospital and he's being examined now. There was an explosion, and he has some cuts from flying glass. He also has a concussion, but I was told it wasn't too bad."

Melody was on her feet and heading for the front door. She grabbed her purse on the way by. "I'll be there in ten minutes."

"I'll wait for your arrival in the emergency waiting room," Barbara said.

Melody made a sound of affirmation and hung up. She locked the house and quickly got her car headed for the hospital.

Twelve minutes later, she rushed into the emergency department and scanned the crowded waiting room.

Her eyes locked on a lovely blonde woman in a crisp business suit walking toward her. Melody allowed herself to appraise the woman's appearance as the woman did the same for her.

The picture in Melody's mind of David rocking this woman's world over her desk flashed into her mind, and she felt just a hint of jealousy. Barbara was a beautiful blonde with curves that would definitely catch David's eye. She was also slimmer than Melody, though she saw some evidence that she might be older than her.

As quickly as the negative emotion surfaced, Melody discarded the jealousy. She trusted David and knew he loved her. The rest was just noise.

"Melody?" Barbara asked.

"Yes. Barbara?" Melody returned and got a nod. They moved out of the waiting room into a corridor to have some privacy.

"Have you heard anything?" she asked, but Barbara just shook her head. "They took him to have a doctor look him over. He woke in the ambulance--"

"He lost consciousness?" Melody gasped.

"Briefly! The paramedic examined him and said it wasn't a bad concussion," she responded.

Melody struggled to understand. "How could he have been caught in an explosion at the clinic? He never mentioned working in dangerous conditions."

Barbara nodded. "He doesn't, and we have no idea what caused the explosion. I must get back to the clinic as the fire department is investigating."

"Thank you for seeing David got to the hospital quickly," Melody said.

Barbara smiled and held Melody's eye. "Of course. David is a special young man."

Melody's smile widened. "Yes, he is."

With a satisfied nod, the clinic administrator quickly headed for the exit.

Melody headed back to the emergency room and spoke to the intake clerk. The woman told her she'd have to cool her heels in the waiting room as she wasn't related to the patient. According to the clerk, being the mother of his child wasn't enough. Melody was asked to stand aside for the next patient.

She saw that a locked door and a security guard guarded the entrance to the patient area. She knew she wouldn't be able to talk her way into the exam rooms to find David. She placed her hands over her tummy in frustration, and her eyes widened as that gave her an idea.

She took the elevator up to the obstetrics department and walked into the waiting room for her obstetrician. The woman behind the counter looked up at her and smiled in recognition. Melody marvelled at the woman's incredible memory as their last visit had been weeks ago.

"Hello, Mrs. Dawson! Do you have an appointment with Dr. Franklin today?" she asked.

"Hi, Wendy! No, not for two weeks," Melody said apologetically. "I just came to the hospital as the baby's father was in an accident at his workplace and was brought to emergency. They're refusing to let me join him."

The doctor's assistant nodded with a frown and lifted her phone to her ear. She made a call and spoke quietly to someone before thanking them and hanging up.

"My friend Christine will be waiting for you by the entrance. She'll open the door and get you situated in his exam room," she said with a kind smile.

"Thank you so much!" Melody said gratefully and got a nod in return.

When she returned to the emergency room and approached the entrance, the door opened, and a nurse nodded to the security guard as she waved Melody inside.

"Thank you! Has the doctor seen David yet?" she asked the nurse.

"Mr. Spencer is having some pictures taken, and then he'll be brought back to this exam room. You can wait for him in here," Christine said kindly, then rushed away.

Melody only had to wait for another fifteen minutes when the curtain was pushed back, and an intern rolled David's gurney into the space. Then he left the two alone behind the curtain.

David immediately smiled as he saw Melody's concerned expression.

"Hey, beautiful lady," he said quietly.

"How are you feeling?" she asked immediately.

He wobbled his hand to indicate so-so. "Headache," he said.

Melody saw the little spots of blood on his shirt, which was torn in places. That finger of dread traced its way down her spine, making her shiver. She wobbled a little as she took his hand in hers. Feeling his strength coming through their grip immediately made her feel better. She saw he was watching her with worry in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She burst into a teary smile. "Silly man! That's my question to you!"

He gave her hand a little squeeze. "I'll be fine. Mild concussion and a few bits of glass to pluck out of my skin. Some rest and I'll be good as new."

The curtain pulled back, and an older man in a white coat walked in with his chart. "I'm Dr. Baylor."

He fixed an eye on David. "Is that your official diagnosis, Dr. Spencer?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

David smiled weakly through his thumping headache. "Am I wrong?"

"Nope. I guess I can move on to the next patient," he teased. Then he grinned at Melody's grateful smile. "All he needs is two to three days of rest, and he'll be fine. You can take aspirin for the headache. I'll take the glass out now, then you can take him home."

"Thank you, doctor!" Melody said.

"I'll be right back," Baylor said as he left.

"We need to call Auden and fill her in. She'll probably want to cancel her trip," Melody suggested.

David frowned. "No. Downplay this. She should go. She needs to figure out what she wants. The sooner the better." He eased himself back on his pillow with a sigh and a wince.

Melody watched David's expression and realized he was right.

She hoped Auden would realize what she'd be giving up when she thought about her quest for new experiences.

Melody didn't want David to experience that pain, but he was right.

It was better to have an answer now when their relationship was beginning.

She'd make the call when the doctor was tending to David's wounds.

Chapter 8

Two days of rest.

That's what he was prescribed to help him heal from his concussion.

Due to the hospital visit, he'd missed taking Auden to the airport the night before. Melody spoke to her and eventually convinced her that David's injuries were minor and that she didn't need to cancel her trip.

He called her the following day, and Auden was relieved he was healing. He had a few bandages over spots where the doctor removed tiny glass shards. Aside from the concussion, he was fine, and the pain from that was diminishing quickly.

Auden was in London and would be traveling to Paris in a couple of days. He told her to be safe, and he missed her. She signed off with a smile in her voice.

"Your boss was very concerned for you and very curious about me. What did you tell her?" Melody asked him as they relaxed on lounge chairs in the backyard.

David grinned. "At the time, it hurt to think, so I gave her the shortest answer that came to mind. I said you were the woman I live with."

Melody smiled as she recalled the little spark of interest that appeared in the blonde woman's eye when they met at the hospital. "I believe she may have deduced our relationship."

He looked over at her. "Oh? Did she say something?"

Melody shook her head slightly. "No, it was more of a knowing look and her body language."

He shrugged and gave her a happy smile.

David wasn't allowed to do anything that taxed his brain, so they spent the first day cuddling and talking between the naps they took. Melody enjoyed that very much.

Day two was looking like a slightly more active version of day one. David took a call from Barbara, who was pleased to hear he'd be back at work the following day, even though they'd have to postpone their usual Friday morning activities.

She took the opportunity to let him know they'd discovered the cause of the destruction of the trophy case. It seemed that Ted, the grumpy hydro therapist, was also a jealous man. The case contained tributes to many of his coworkers for their achievements and accomplishments.

But nothing had his name on it.

The purpose of the case was to show clients that the clinic had several celebrated professionals.

Ted was a grumpy and jealous man, but by no means a master criminal.

While he'd placed a heavy pneumatic lift bag into the wall behind the case to push the entire display onto the floor to destroy all the awards, he hadn't planned on how long it would take the bag to inflate with the small but tough electric pump he'd hidden in the utility room. The little pump chugged away slowly next to the hole he'd cut in the wall for the bag. He left at the end of his shift to ensure his pass card registered him leaving. He planned on arriving early to remove the evidence, but he drank himself to sleep and slept through his alarm.

It took all night for the bag to inflate, but the trophy case was tightly fastened, and the pressure continued to rise in the bag, passing its maximum limit and continuing to grow.

Lita was just in the wrong place at the wrong time when the case began to slip out.

The fire department found the air pump in the utility room.

Ted's name was stencilled on the side of it.

When the police asked him about it, his hungover brain bobbled his answer and proceeded to lose control of his tongue until it confessed for him.

No, Ted was not a master criminal.

He was also no longer working at the clinic.

Charges were being pressed, and the police were keeping a close eye on him... in their lock-up.

All but two of the trophies and awards had been saved, so the recipients were pleased. Lita was fine and wanted to thank David personally when he returned.

Melody relaxed against her lounge chair and watched David from the corner of her eye. She knew he was concerned about Auden's visit with Ms. Moreau. She also agreed that Auden needed to find out on her own if this was what she wanted. It comforted Melody that David had expressed disinterest in expanding their relationship with additional partners. It might have been selfish of her to want to keep him all to herself, but she was allowing herself to feel that honest emotion. She wouldn't burden him with it.

She heard a contented sigh and glanced over to see David watching her with a smile on his face. That sent a surge of love through her, so she returned the smile.

Life was good.

-=-

Auden's visit to London had been successful, and she was pleased with the performance of her team there. Now she was off to Paris, and that thought sent a deep thrill through her. Unlike previous visits, she was no longer inexperienced in love. The city of love had always made her feel like an outsider, and watching the lovers walking arm in arm sent pangs of loneliness through her. She usually kept her visits short, as the reminder that she was alone wore her down.

This time was different. She had David and Melody. While she wished David had been able to come with her on the trip, she understood the timing was wrong for him this time. Still, she knew they were waiting for her return and kept her in their hearts. That foundation gave her confidence she'd never experienced before.

During her visit to London and through the process of traveling to France, she'd felt the admiring glances of men, and for the first time, this didn't make her uncomfortable.

The second thing that made this visit better was Léa. They'd spoken the night before and Léa would be meeting her at the airport. That sent a zing of excitement through her. Her night with David and Léa had been transcendent. Waking in the beautiful woman's arms had been thrilling.

Now she'd be returning to those arms, and she couldn't help but be eager for it.

The tedious process of getting through the airport and into the arrivals hall felt especially slow until she locked eyes with the beauty.

Then Léa's graceful hands were holding her head as she boldly took a passionate kiss.

Auden swooned and wrapped her arms around her former teacher to brace herself. She gave herself over to the woman's need and dominance.

When Léa pulled back to gaze into Auden's slowly opening eyes, she saw the smile on Léa's lips. Lips she wanted to taste again.

Then she recalled they were in a crowded terminal and swept her eyes across their audience. Many cell cameras pointed in their direction. Embarrassed, she began to pull back but Léa hadn't released her yet.

She looked into Léa's confident gaze and felt herself relax.

"We're in Paris. Public displays of love and passion are the language of the city. Embrace it," Léa said softly and tenderly kissed her again.

A wave of tingles shot through her body as she returned the kiss.

She felt herself moving forward and realized they were walking arm in arm toward the exit. Léa was pulling her suitcase with her free arm. She glanced over at the other woman in surprise.

Léa smiled. "I am so happy you are here. Sharing the city with you has been on my mind since I arrived myself."

Auden nodded then found her voice. "I have to admit, it's the first time I've actually looked forward to being here."

That confession made Léa flash a brilliant smile across her lovely features, and Auden sucked in a quick breath as she felt a tug in her heart.

The taxi ride to the center of the city went by faster than Auden expected. Soon they were on the sidewalk before a five-story apartment building in the fourth arrondissement, not too far from Notre Dame.

Auden looked around in delight.

"Come upstairs so you can drop your luggage in my apartment," Léa suggested.

Auden faced her. "Is it an Airbnb?"

Léa grinned and shook her head. "It was an investment property my parents owned, but now it's mine."

Auden's eyes widened in surprise. "You own an apartment in the fourth arrondissement?"

The older woman chuckled. "Come on."

They entered the building and climbed to the top floor to let themselves into the corner apartment. The south-facing windows overlooked a treed parkette while the ones facing west gave them a view of a quaint street with shopping and dining options.

The apartment itself seemed to be undergoing a transformation. It was a good size, but currently cluttered with stacked boxes. The furniture was a mix of styles.

Auden looked at Léa curiously.

"Sorry for the mess, but moving is a messy time," she explained.

"Moving?" Auden gasped.

Léa smiled and looked into Auden's eyes. "Yes, I've sold my old house in the States and moved back to the city of my birth."

Auden's mouth opened and closed as her future plans had just been cut out from under her.

Léa moved closer and tilted Auden's chin up with a gentle finger so she could look into the younger woman's eyes. "I've been longing to return to Paris for most of my life. It's my home and the place my soul feels free. This doesn't mean I don't want to be with you. You travel to Paris for your business. You are welcome to visit me each time... or better yet, move to Paris to live with me."

Auden blinked in surprise as her mouth worked silently while the idea flashed through her mind. Once she regained control, she was able to speak. "I--I'm in a relationship with David and Melody. Leaving that isn't something I was thinking of doing any time soon."

Léa nodded with a faint smile. "Then I will have to live with however much time you can spare for me."

As she took her kiss from Auden's willing lips, she guided her to the bedroom. She had much to teach the younger woman.

-=-

The sun was low in the sky when the lovers emerged from the building in search of dinner. The night was pleasantly warm, so they strolled arm in arm through the lovely streets. Auden smiled to herself as this was exactly what she'd dreamed of during all those previous visits. Being included amongst the lovers felt so good! Her body tingled with a shadow of their previous activities.

A waiter was quickly clearing a small table on the sidewalk before a small restaurant, and Léa stepped up to speak with him. He gestured for them to sit and left.

They settled into the chairs side by side and watched the people passing by. They couldn't keep the smiles from their faces as they enjoyed the night. The waiter returned with menus and added a tiny candle to their table.

"Such a romantic touch!" Auden said, and Léa laughed. The sound was light and joyful as she beamed a smile at her partner.

"Léa?"

The two women glanced up to see a slim man standing before their table. His expression showed his surprise and delight, and Auden glanced at Léa to see similar expressions appearing there.

Auden looked closer at the man and saw he was dressed immaculately. His blond hair was neatly cut short, with waves in the front that swept back. He was very handsome with sculpted features you'd expect to see in a museum, carved by the masters. Maybe he was just a little too pretty, but his blue eyes were a little mesmerizing.

"Laurent!" Léa gasped in surprise as she stood to press cheeks with the man. Then she turned to Auden, who stood to greet the man as well. "Auden Wright, this is my very good friend from my college years, Laurent Robineau!"

Auden placed her hand in his and felt its strength and his smooth skin. Not a hand used to heavy labor. His manicure was perfect as well. "It's nice to meet you," she said.

"Enchanté!" he said with a delighted smile.

Léa shot Auden a hopeful look, and she nodded with a smile.

"Would you like to join us for dinner?" Léa asked Laurent.

"I don't want to interrupt your evening more than I have," he said, but his eyes showed he was eager to remain.

"Please join us," Auden added to sway him.

He glanced toward her, then gave her a gracious nod and smile. He had wonderful manners, too, it seemed.

They pulled another chair next to their table, and they all sat.

"I haven't seen you since I moved to the US. At that time, I recall you were dating Chantel," Léa began, then looked to Auden. "She was another student in our class."

"Ah, Chantel. So bold and assertive. I thought it was love and believed this so strongly that I asked her to marry me. We lasted for nine years," he lamented.

Léa smiled wickedly. "You were in love with her breasts!" Again, she gave Auden a side comment. "Chantel had impressive décolletage." Her smile widened. "Almost as marvelous as yours!" Auden blushed.

Laurent raised his hands in surrender. "The heart wants what it wants. I'm just grateful we didn't have children."

Léa laughed again, and Laurent pointed at her. "That was the sound that drew me to your table tonight." He looked at Auden. "I would have passed by unknowingly if you hadn't pulled that delightful and highly recognizable laugh from her. I thank you for this!" Auden nodded to him with a grin.

"What were you doing in this neighborhood?" Léa asked.

Laurent made a vague gesture behind himself. "I was visiting a home in the neighborhood. There was an estate sale, so I evaluated the art on the walls. There was nothing of any quality there."

"You're an art appraiser?" Auden asked.

He gave her a charming smile. "Just one of my duties as the owner and operator of a local art gallery."

Léa's eyes widened in delight. "You made it happen! You said back then you'd own a gallery!"

Laurent smiled in satisfaction as he nodded, then he looked at his friend. "It was a lot more work than I was prepared for back then. It took a very long time to build my reputation."

The waiter arrived, and they placed their orders. Laurent then requested a bottle of white wine to celebrate the reunion.

Conversation during dinner included Auden's ownership of her chain of florist shops.

As dinner wound down, Laurent looked at the two women to gauge their energy levels. "Would you care to have a tour of my art gallery? It's close by, within walking distance."

Léa and Auden shared a look and nodded. They'd gone through two bottles of white wine during their meal, with Auden being the chief consumer. She was feeling very relaxed.

After picking up the tab for dinner, Laurent guided the ladies into the third arrondissement to his gallery.

It was on the ground floor of a large, old building that had once been a factory. After a major restoration and renovation, it was now ground-floor businesses and upper-floor apartments.

The ladies discovered most of the ground floor was Laurent's art gallery, and they enjoyed viewing the works as he gave them the tour.

"Would you care for a nightcap? I live in the penthouse apartment upstairs and have a lovely bottle of white being chilled," Laurent offered.

Again, Léa and Auden shared a look and agreed. Laurent smiled and guided them to the large service elevator.

"This only stops on the ground floor and my penthouse," he explained.

When they reached the top floor, the women were amazed to see the entire floor was reserved for his use.

Léa looked at Laurent in surprise. "Does your gallery do this well?" she asked, gesturing to the vast space around them.

He chuckled at her incredulity.

"The building has been in my family for generations. My parents paid for the conversion to housing units and shops on the ground floor. I inherited it on their passing. I charge indecent amounts of money for rent of the other units," he explained.

Léa gave him a suspicious look. "In college, you were the extreme example of a starving artist amongst our group. Was that all a sham?"

He smiled and shook his head. "My parents were greatly disappointed in me at the time for not following their footsteps in the family business and came close to disowning me. I was trying to do it on my own. Each time I'd find myself in a desperate state, they'd somehow know and bail me out. It shook my self-confidence. That's why I thought Chantel was the best match for me. Well, second best." He locked eyes with Léa as he finished so she'd know the truth.

Her surprise left her with a wry smile. "If I hadn't returned to the states to take care of my parents, my life might have taken a different turn."

Then she turned to smile at Auden. "Of course, if that had happened, I never would have met Auden, and that would have been another great tragedy."

She moved to stand before the woman and slid her fingers into the hair on the back of her head. Her grip tightened, then she pulled her face down to hers and boldly kissed her. She felt Auden stiffen then relax as the kiss went on.

When Léa placed her free hand on Auden's full breast and squeezed it, the younger woman gasped into her mouth and squirmed. Her eyes widened, and she saw Léa watching her intensely.

Auden felt sparks leaping from her lips and breast to her pussy, which began to twitch in need. She glanced over at Laurent and was surprised to see a hint of sadness and longing in his expression. She'd picked up during dinner that the man was attracted to Léa and probably had been since their college years.

Turning her attention back to Léa, she saw a twinkle in her eye as she tugged on Auden's nipple, drawing a moan of need from her. Then Léa's hands moved, and she felt herself being undressed.

Again, her eyes flicked over to Laurent and saw he was watching them more intensely.

Her pussy was tingling with need, but she wasn't sure what Léa's intent was. If they were going to have sex before him, that seemed cruel, and she hadn't experienced that from Léa before. If she was going to invite Laurent to join them..., how did she feel about that?

He wasn't unattractive, and he seemed to be a nice person.

But did she want to have sex with him?

Her immediate thought was to call David to ask him if she should. She paused at that thought as it felt like a step back from his efforts to boost her self-assurance.

What... what did she want?

Léa slid her panties down her legs, and Auden suddenly realized she was the only one in the room who was naked! Once more, her pussy ached with need, and she looked at Léa desperately.

She wanted... this!

She received a hot smile from the woman. Léa suddenly moved her fingers to pinch Auden's nipples. Auden gasped and tried not to fall to her knees as her legs wobbled. Léa pulled, and Auden had to follow as she kept a grip on them.

They stopped before Laurent, who was showing against his pants.

"Drop them," Léa said to him firmly as she cupped Auden's breasts and gently slid her palms over the woman's sensitive nipples.

Laurent undid his pants and slid them and his underwear down his legs.

Auden was staring at another man's cock. He was nowhere near David's size, which she acknowledged would have looked completely out of place on the slim man. Once more, she wondered how David would react to her being here. Wouldn't... wouldn't he want her to be happy?

A sensual kiss swept those concerns away, and her body felt hot. She felt the downward tug on her hair, and Léa whispered in her ear. "On your knees."

Once she knelt before them, she looked up into Léa's hungry gaze and felt a thrill rush through her. The woman was so incredibly sexy!

She turned to look at the stiff cock before her and realized it was proportional to his body. Slim, but reasonably long. Average? She had no experience to know for sure, but her thoughts were interrupted by Léa's gentle but firm hand guiding her head closer to it.

Instinctively, she pressed her lips to the head and heard Laurent suck in a sharp breath. Her body pulsed with need, and she kissed down its length before returning to take the tip between her lips.

Once more, she realized the difference between Laurent's cock and David's. Not better or worse, just different. Somehow, that made her feel better about taking it deeper into her mouth, then deep into her throat. This was easier to do with Laurent.

"Oh God!" he gasped quietly, then Léa's kiss silenced his voice.

Auden looked up his body to see he'd turned his face to accept Léa's mouth hungrily kissing him, her tongue sliding over his.

Auden felt him stiffen further in her mouth as Laurent was swept away by Léa's passion.

He made a little needful sound as Léa's fingers went to work on unbuttoning his shirt. This was tugged up and over his head and tossed aside.

Now, two of the three people in the room were naked.

Auden slowly pumped Laurent's cock in and out of her throat until she felt Léa take a grip on her hair once more to pull her away. She looked up into her eyes.

"Undress me," she said to Auden and Laurent.

As Auden was on her knees, she undid her belt and slid her slacks down her legs as Laurent undid her blouse and eased it back over Léa's shoulders and off. This went over the back of a nearby chair.

After Léa stepped free from her pants, Auden handed them up to Laurent, who added them to the chair.

Auden slid her hands up Léa's thighs and took hold of the waistband on her panties, slowly easing them down. She looked up to see Laurent gazing at Léa's breasts as he removed her sexy bra.

Leaning forward, Auden pressed her mouth to Léa's pussy and began to worship the woman as David had taught her on Melody. She heard Léa's surprised gasp and the deep purr as the woman pulled her closer. This sent a thrill through her as she was pleasing Léa. She was grateful for David and Melody's lesson.

When Léa gently pushed Auden's face from between her legs, she glanced up to see her hungry expression.

"Come with me," Léa commanded, and Auden quickly stood and took Léa's offered hand. The woman looked into Laurent's eyes. "Your bedroom?"

The man smiled and nodded before leading the two women to a large room with a large bed, positioned before a huge window. It felt like all of Paris was watching!

Another shot of excitement went through Auden. This was magical!

Léa made her climb onto the bed on her hands and knees and move to the middle. Then she felt the woman's hand and lips on her ass. She squeezed and kissed, then the tip of her tongue teased the edges of Auden's butt plug.

That felt so good that she cried out blissfully and pushed back.

She lost herself in the bliss of Léa's clever tongue and the gently tugging on the plug.

Auden was almost going out of her mind when the plug popped free and Léa's tongue replaced it.

"AAAHHHH! Yes!" Auden cried. She felt Léa teasing her tingling ring, then a brief pause as she heard wet gulping noises.

She looked behind her to see Léa sucking Laurent's cock sloppily to make him wet.

Then she realized what Léa wanted, and another jolt went through her mind. She'd only ever let David inside her ass. Was she really going to let another man do this?

She caught Léa's eye and saw her excitement. When she kissed Auden, boldly thrusting her tongue into her mouth, Auden recalled that her tongue had just stroked and teased Laurent's cock, which had just been in her own mouth. The raw sexuality of these experiences flooded through her mind, and she felt herself moaning into Léa's kiss.

Then Laurent's cock was pressing against her puckered orifice... and she relaxed to allow him in. Léa wanted this, and she wanted to please her new lover.

The pressure and sensation of fullness was much less than when she'd taken David's cock here, but the fact that it wasn't David was doing strange things to her.

She felt hands on her head, grabbing her hair, then Léa pulled her face down to her wet pussy and Auden put her lessons to work, bringing her new lover to the heights of ecstasy.

Sensation was all!

-=-

Auden's eyes slowly opened to see early morning sunlight peeking through the windows. A languorous sensation of bliss tingled gently through her body as she stretched.

Turning her head, she saw she was alone in a large bed in Laurent's incredible apartment.

The previous night's activities returned to her, and she smiled. Léa had been so demanding and passionate, she'd rocked Auden's world.

Laurent had proven to be a skilled lover as well, though he seemed to take his cues from Léa, letting her set the pace and choose the positions and activities.

Auden couldn't help but compare the previous night to her times with David and Melody. Léa was far more dominant than either of her lovers back home, but David was capable of being far more excitingly physically than either of her lovers here. Neither technique seemed inferior to the other... again, just different.

One difference that troubled her was David's resistance to exploring his sexuality. Her eyes had been opened wide last night, and Auden wanted more. While David's physical attributes attracted partners, he didn't pursue the opportunities presented to him.

David loved and shared his physicality with her and Melody. Auden knew she was the one who insisted on expanding their horizons to include Chelsea. She also approved of his sessions with his boss and hoped it would instill in him the same drive she had for experimentation.

But it hadn't. He just saw them as therapy sessions.

Auden stared at the ceiling as she also realized David wouldn't deny her finding her bliss.

It would just have to be without him... but she loved David.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!"

Auden looked toward the doorway to see Léa smiling at her. That smile dimmed and became a look of concern.

"What's wrong?" the woman asked.

Auden just shook her head as she didn't want to discuss David with her right now. Her emotions were too jumbled to speak coherently about it.

"Did you not enjoy yourself last night?" Léa asked with concern.

"It was wonderful!" Auden exclaimed.

The smile returned to Léa's face, but she was watching her young lover, waiting for the but.

Auden threw back the sheets and moved to join Léa by the door. She gave the older woman a sweet kiss, then turned in the direction of the washroom.

She had a day to start.

-=-

After a quick breakfast, made expertly by Laurent, the ladies shared cell numbers with him, then left to head back to Léa's. They changed their clothes and then went back out. Léa joined Auden to get a tour of the Paris operation.

It didn't take long to arrive at the busy shopping district made up of older buildings that gave the impression of time and Parisienne style.

The shop was lovely and smelled so good.

"This is a large establishment!" Léa said approvingly.

"Second only to the London office," Auden agreed.

Léa held Auden's eyes, looking for hints of the sadness she'd seen earlier. "How many days will you be in Paris?"

Auden smiled. "I fly back to the states in two days."

Léa nodded. "So, I have you tonight and tomorrow night?"

"Yes!" Auden agreed with a grin.

"Here is a set of keys to get into my building and my apartment," Léa said. "Let yourself in. I will be picking up ingredients for dinner tonight."

Auden looked at the keys in surprise, then slipped them into her bag. "Thank you!"

Then Auden's mind was floating into the heavens as Léa took a kiss from her willing mouth. She swooned slightly as Léa pulled back.

"Keep the keys. They are yours for when you can share in my life. You're already in my heart," Léa said, looking into her soul.

Auden watched the sexy sway of her hips as the woman walked away.

She had difficulty shaking the sensation of Léa's kiss. She began to think of how soon she could return to Paris.

Chapter 9

Bright and early Saturday morning, David was driving toward Chelsea's neighborhood to play gardener.

His stomach was pleasantly full from the delicious breakfast Melody made for him, and he smiled as he recalled their kiss at the door.

"It's not too late for you to change your mind and join us for a fun day of gardening!" he said in the doorway.

She made a rude sound as she grinned at him and pushed him out the door.

The previous day was his first day back at work since the explosion. He finally saw the destruction caused by the exploding airbag. It was a little eye-opening. He was grateful he'd been a sufficient distance away to avoid the full force.

Lita gave him a big hug in thanks for saving her. He got a close look at the stitches on her scalp, so he lifted his shirt for her to see the small spots where they plucked the glass out. Lita got a little wide-eyed when she saw his bare torso. He'd never heard her giggle before. The sound was endearing!

He hinted to Barbara that he was feeling better, and she managed to keep it together until the end of the day when David slipped into her office to scratch her itch.

His concussion was truly healed as the headache didn't return even after he'd spanked her ass with his pelvis until her cheeks glowed cherry red. The woman sprayed him as her orgasm struck, and he had to change into his gym clothes for his ride home. Barbara was practically purring when he left her office.

David smiled at the memory as he pulled into Chelsea's driveway. His grin widened as he saw Chelsea and Brigette exiting the front door and locking up. They quickly rushed up to the side of his truck and climbed in to sit on the bench seat next to him.

Brigette smiled shyly at him. "Good morning, David."

"Good morning, David," Chelsea chimed in.

"You ladies ready to get your hands dirty?" David asked.

Brigette nodded enthusiastically while Chelsea waved her expensively manicured hands at him. "I'm just coming along to pay for the items and to look good."

David nodded. "You've already achieved the latter. Let's go buy some gardening stuff!"

The drive to the garden center didn't take too long, but the parking lot was busy with weekend warriors. Heads turned to watch the big man with the twin beauties walking toward the building.

As was her style, Chelsea was dressed in tight red shorts, a white button-down blouse tied in a knot under her large breasts to expose her tight tummy muscles. Only a few buttons handled the monumental task of keeping the shirt partially covering her chest. A great deal of cleavage, and the tops of her sexy red lace bra cups, were on display. Topping this display, her long, luxurious blonde hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back. Her feet were strapped into shiny red stilettos with thick red leather ankle straps.

She looked... nothing like the average gardener, and many wives were having quiet words with their distracted husbands.

Brigette was dressed much more modestly, but she still looked delicious in her black yoga pants and a red plaid workman's shirt, the tails of which just hid her delightfully fit but round bottom. Her long raven locks were tied back in a ponytail. Light runners covered her feet. She was the lovely girl-next-door to her sister's hot homewrecker.

David dressed for hard manual labor. His khaki sleeveless T-shirt stretched across his broad chest and didn't quite reach the top of his tan cargo shorts, hinting at his tight six-pack. Work gloves hung from his belt, and work boots completed his outfit. More than a few husbands had quiet words with their gawking wives.

All three wore shades so they could see the effect they were having without acknowledging the viewers.

Once they got inside, they began their hunt for the garden supplies.

They picked up six long, raised garden beds so Brigette could stand next to them to tend to the plants--no bending or kneeling required.

Once the inside staff understood how large their order was going to be, they suggested a rental trailer to contain the excess materials.

Bags, bags, and more bags of growing soil were loaded onto the trailer, and once David connected the trailer to his hitch, they began filling the flatbed of his truck with the other goods.

It took a couple of hours to pick out and load everything they thought they'd need. The order form was brought to the cashier, and Chelsea paid for it.

David got them home and backed the trailer up to the gate entrance to the back yard.

Then the unloading began. With David going non-stop, it took him another ninety minutes to offload the truck and trailer. He drove back to the garden center to return the rental.

When he returned, he saw Brigette assembling one of the garden beds, so he began working on another.

The assembly went well. After the sixth one, David moved the heavy stone slabs they bought to be the foundation into place in the back corner of the lawn. He and Brigette moved the beds to their spots on the stones, which would keep the beds from sinking into the lawn.

They worked hard all afternoon and into the evening, but they realized they couldn't finish.

Chelsea brought him another glass of cold water. Brigette was smiling at David. He was happy she'd finally relaxed around him.

"You two did an amazing amount of work today!" Chelsea said with an impressed expression. "How much is left?"

Brigette and David shared a glanced then gave the garden a critical look.

"What do you think, Brigette? Another few hours?" David asked.

She nodded with a satisfied smile. "Yes. I'll take my time with the planting as there's no hurry for that part."

"Why don't we order in some dinner, watch a movie to relax, and you can sleep over to get started tomorrow?" Chelsea asked with an innocent expression on her face.

David heard the implied request in her question. She was doing her best to keep from ogling his sweaty muscles. He'd been impressed with her restraint all day. With her outrageous outfit this morning, he'd been certain she'd make a move on him.

"I don't have a change of clothes--" he began.

"I found some items from my ex that you can use. I'll do a load of laundry to wash what you have on now. They'll be ready tomorrow morning," Chelsea offered quickly.

David smiled at her enthusiasm. "Let me call Melody to see if she needs me."

"Of course!" Chelsea said as she nodded. She and Brigette headed for the back door as David pulled his cell out.

Melody picked up on the third ring.

"Hi, David! How did it go?" she said with a smile in her voice.

"Pretty good, but we aren't done. Chelsea has suggested I stay for dinner, a movie, and a sleepover so I can get an early start in the morning to finish up."

Melody laughed as she heard the true request in those words, as he had. "I imagine she's been prowling around you all day, watching you work."

David chuckled. "I thought she might, but she'd been very good with her sister here. Brigette is finally becoming comfortable with me, so it was a good day."

"Will you be home for dinner tomorrow night?" Melody asked.

"Oh, definitely. If you wanted me to come home tonight, you'll get no arguments from me," he offered.

He could hear Melody's smile as she answered. "No, it's fine. If Chelsea has been a good girl all day, she deserves a little quality David time."

David snorted in amusement quietly. "I love you, beautiful lady! I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you, too, David. Oh! Have you heard from Auden?" she asked.

"No, but she said she'd be pretty hectic with the travel for the next little while," he said. "I sent her a text, but no response yet."

"Okay. Sleep well!" Melody said, and he imagined the grin she was wearing.

"Ha. Sleep well!" he shot back.

He wondered how Chelsea was going to spend time with him without disturbing her far more reserved sister.

His stomach reminded him there was a promise of a meal.

When he got inside, Chelsea handed him some silk pajamas, which seemed a bit large, but he went upstairs, undressed, and had a shower. While dressing, he realized the size was a little deceptive as they were snug when he slipped them on. He tucked himself down the left pant leg. Glancing down, he sighed in relief as he wasn't showing... much.

He brought his dirty clothes downstairs, and Chelsea took them to the laundry room.

Brigette was smiling at him. "Those look very nice on you!"

He grinned. "Thank you. Your jammies are pretty, too!"

She giggled, and David felt himself relaxing.

-=-

Dinner proved to be Chinese food, and the restaurant delivered many packages with delicious scents drifting up from them.

They sat at one end of an enormous dining room table and filled their plates from the containers. It all tasted yummy, but David managed to stop before he began to feel bloated.

Brigette was absolutely chatty during dinner as she described how she was going to complete her garden. She gushed her thanks to her sister for giving her this opportunity.

Chelsea was on her best behavior, which just made David wonder what her sly smiles meant when he caught them.

After dinner, they tidied up together and packed the leftovers into the fridge.

Then Chelsea guided them to the media room where an enormous TV hung on the wall.

"Mr. Larger-Than-Life chose this?" David asked, and Chelsea nodded with a grin at his remembering her words.

"This is one purchase I agree with. The big screen gives a wonderful sensation of being in a theatre. The room is also set up with speakers all around the room so it's immersive," Chelsea gushed.

David nodded and let Chelsea guide him to the center position on the comfy couch, so he was mid-screen. She sat on his right side, and Brigette sat on his left with a bashful smile.

"What are we watching?" David asked.

"Any preferences?" Chelsea asked.

"Please, no more loud explosions, guns, and violence movies!" Brigette begged her sister. She saw David's curious expression. "The speakers are so powerful, it felt like we were in the middle of a war zone."

He nodded and turned his head to look a Chelsea. "Something a little calmer, perhaps?"

She smiled and pressed the controls on the remote. The room lights automatically dimmed, and the screen lit up as the media server powered up and played the video Chelsea had obviously preselected.

He glanced at her, but Chelsea's enigmatic smile remained as she gazed at the screen.

They soon discovered it was a romance drama, set in 1929 French Indochina. David didn't recognize any of the actors, nor had he ever watched movies like this, so he relaxed back and let himself get immersed in the story.

When he realized how erotic the movie was becoming, they'd been watching for a while. He was very aware of the gentle pressure of the two ladies leaning against him. He also discovered how little room there was in the leg of his pajamas. The silk didn't stretch, so his erection was now clearly visible against the material.

He glanced to his right and saw the clear impression of Chelsea's nipples against the soft fabric of her PJ top. She was obviously not wearing a bra.

Glancing to his left, he saw that Brigette was no longer watching the movie. Here eyes were mesmerized by the growing bulge in his pants.

When Chelsea's fingers suddenly stroked down the length of the bulge, David couldn't suppress a blissful sigh.

Brigette looked like she might run away, but Chelsea began to talk to her calmly.

"Isn't David wonderful! So big and hard. Here's a man who knows how to make a woman feel good! Feel how hard he is. He doesn't mind. It feels good for him."

Seemingly in a trance, Brigette lifted her hand and lowered her fingertips onto his bulge, touching him through the fabric. Her eyelashes fluttered as the sensations flooded through her.

"It's so hot!" she gasped quietly and glanced at David in surprise when he sighed with pleasure, feeling her touch. A thrill shot through her.

Chelsea slipped her hand through a hidden fly and pulled his cock out to expose it.

Brigette froze. It was the biggest one she's ever seen, and the head was hidden under what looked like skin.

"My husband's was very small and it looked different than this, but it functioned when required to give us a son," she quietly confessed.

Chelsea smiled as she reached out to take a grip and rolled his foreskin down to expose the thick head. "David's is uncut. This is just foreskin, which is often removed by circumcision after birth. I prefer them like this. As nature intended." She giggled.

Then she leaned around David's broad chest. "Did your husband ever give you an orgasm?"

Brigette gasped in embarrassment, but her sister continued.

"Your husband sounded rather selfish, so your pleasure was probably not a priority for him. You deserve to enjoy sex too," Chelsea insisted. "Feel his incredible hardness and his smooth skin!"

Brigette glanced up at David's face and saw him nod to her. She reached out her hand again and wrapped her fingers around it. She gasped at the feel of his erection. It made her want to do things. Sexy things. She sucked in a sharp breath as the wicked thoughts swirled around in her mind.

"Isn't it incredible?" Chelsea purred. "So big, hard, and strong!"

Brigette was nodding as she marveled at the sight of it in her hand. "So hot!" she sighed.

"Come down here and press it against your lips. Then you'll feel the heat more accurately," Chelsea suggested, as she stretched out on the couch with her face close to David's cock.

Again, Brigette glanced at David and saw him nod once more. She copied her sister's movement until her face was also close to the stiff flesh.

"From this close, it looks frightfully large!" Brigette said nervously.

Chelsea smiled. "My recently deceased husband was thicker and longer, but I always ached after sex and often during. He only cared about his pleasure. With David, you have nothing to fear. He's a wonderful and considerate lover. He won't hurt you."

Brigette looked into her sister's eyes, then nodded. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the side of his shaft, and David sighed with how good that felt.

She felt good and tingly, but should she be doing this? He was so much younger than she was, and he had a partner who was having his child!

"What-what about Melody?" Brigette pulled back to ask.

Chelsea smiled at her sister across David's body. "We spoke with Melody about this at the gym. She explained they have a relationship based on love and respect, but with multiple partners. I'm not trying to steal David from them! He graciously shares his time with me occasionally, and Melody is completely aware of this."

David saw that Brigette was concerned. "It's true. I love Melody and Auden completely and wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that. If Melody had any concerns about me being here tonight, she would have asked me to come home, and I would have, no questions asked." He smiled at Chelsea. "She knew exactly what would happen at the sleepover."

Chelsea giggled mischievously, then leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of his cock and flicked it with her tongue.

"Ah, fuck!" David gasped.

Brigette's eyes widened, and she felt her pussy clench in need. It had been so very long since she'd felt the warm touch of a man. Chelsea was right about one thing. Floyd had been an inconsiderate lover. He suffered from premature ejaculation as well. Or rather, she suffered from his.

While her sex drive wasn't as intense as her sister's, that didn't mean she was asexual. She needed the touch of a man and tried to get Floyd to acknowledge these needs. She quickly learned he got a stiffy for bank policies more than for his wife.

Brigette eased closer to David's cock, and Chelsea leaned back to let her have her turn.

Tentatively, Brigette wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and slowly eased it into her mouth. This was the most adventurous thing she'd ever done in her life, and her head was spinning from it. Feeling the thickness of him filling her mouth made her moan, and she forced her head down over him, taking him to the back of her mouth.

Hearing David moan sent tingles down her spine. Suddenly, she felt David slide his arm under her hips on the couch. She squeaked in surprise when he lifted her up and onto his chest until her intimate parts were pointing at his face. When he tugged her panties down her legs, she chirped once more, then felt his lips and tongue doing the most amazing things between her legs. She cried out in bliss as he drove her passion higher.

Something hot was pressed against her cheek, and she realized it was his erection. She had the presence of mind to begin kissing it once more. She tried taking it in her mouth as her sister had, but her jaw just didn't open wide enough, so she used her hands on the shaft and kissed and sucked on the sensitive head.

Once more, David lifted her effortlessly and turned her until they were facing each other. He settled her down on him with his cock pressed between them. Brigette gasped from the heat and stiffness pressed against her wet and tingling pussy lips.

"Condom?" he asked.

"It's okay. She's safe like me," Chelsea said as she watched from next to them.

Her sister looked at her in surprise as she'd actually forgotten she was there. That got a grin from Chelsea.

"He's really sexy, isn't he?" she purred.

Brigette could only nod as her eyelids trembled from the sensation of grinding against his cock.

When he gripped her hips and lifted her, Chelsea reached between them and positioned David against her sister's opening.

He lowered her ever so slowly, squeezing his thickness inside her pussy. She instantly felt full, but he eased back and moved just a tiny bit deeper with each slow thrust. It was the most highly erotic and intensely teasing experience of her life. She wanted it all, but she was worried a strong thrust would tear her in two.

Gradually, more of his cock sank into her depths. As he was moving in such tiny increments, she couldn't comprehend how much she was taking, and her mind spun from the sensations. There were no sharp pains as he eased back at her slightest twitch.

Then she was sitting on his lap. She'd taken it all, and he'd filled her.

When he kissed her passionately and squeezed her ass cheeks in his big hands, she felt a great pressure release and bliss filled her being, lifting her mind into the heavens. She'd never felt this good before.

She might have squealed.

Then all was warmth, light, and ecstasy as she drifted away.

-=-

David felt the rapid pulsing squeezes of Brigette's pussy then she relaxed in his arms.

He kept her from flopping onto the couch and looked at Chelsea in surprise.

"I think she passed out," David said quietly.

Chelsea grinned at him. "She found her bliss?"

David nodded, then gently lifted her to ease his cock from her body.

Chelsea guided David as he carried her sister upstairs and eased her onto the huge bed.

As he moved back, he felt Chelsea's hands on his chest. He looked down into her hungry gaze.

"Fuck, you looked so sexy working in the backyard all day! I was going out of my mind! I need you so bad. Do me hard and rough?" she begged.

David smiled at her. Who was he to refuse a woman in need?

He headed for the washroom to get refreshed and crooked a finger at Chelsea to join him.

The shower was a good place to get dirty.

-=-

The next day, work continued on the garden, and Brigette was giggly around him but genuinely happy.

David stretched his back as he walked back toward the house. As he went, he admired the full cedar hedge on the Sanchez's property and caught a brief flash of sunlight reflecting off something in one of the trees. This made him change course to approach the spot, but the shiny thing was too high for him to get a good look. David dropped his glove in the grass to indicate which tree he was standing before, then moved to the house to collect a ladder.

Once he'd climbed up sufficiently, he discovered the object was the lens for a camera someone had mounted inside the tree! He wondered if it was a wireless and battery-powered device, but upon pushing aside some branches, he noticed a wire running down the center of the tree to the ground. Glancing back toward the pool deck, he realized the camera would have a clear view of Chelsea sunbathing. He took photos of the camera with his cell then climbed down and walked back to where Brigette was concentrating on her new garden. A pile of slender sticks for supporting new growth was on the ground next to her.

"Could I borrow one of these bamboo sticks?" he asked.

She pulled her mind back from her task and smiled at him. "Hmm? Oh, sure!" she said, handing him one.

He went back to the ladder, climbed back to the level of the camera, and inserted the stick so it would poke out the other side. Now he'd be able to identify the tree from the other side.

"I'll be back soon!" he called out to Brigette, and she gave him a distracted wave. Smiling to himself, he walked out of the backyard to get to the neighbor's front door, where he pressed the doorbell and smiled for its camera.

Eventually, the inner door opened, and a lovely Hispanic woman stood behind the glass of the storm door, eyeing him cautiously. She was dressed casually without losing any style points. Expensive-looking jewelry tastefully accented her outfit and gave the impression of wealth.

She was probably ten years older than Chelsea, but she likely visited spas to hold back the obvious signs of this.

"Hi, I'm David Spencer, a friend of your neighbor, Chelsea Cartright," he began, and noted her full lips started to turn down at their corners. He took a breath and pushed onward.

"I was helping out in the backyard when I discovered this in your hedge." He lifted his phone screen to show her the picture of the camera amongst the branches. "It seems to be aimed at Chelsea's pool deck where she sunbathes."

Now he saw outrage flare in her eyes, so he tried to get out ahead of her explosion. "It seems to be a wired camera, but I don't know where the wires go. Could I inspect the base of the tree in your backyard so I can trace its path?"

A moment of indecision crossed her face as she paused, then she nodded with a determined expression. "I'll open the side gate for you," she said stiffly and closed the inner door.

David walked over to the gate next to the garage, and moments later, the woman opened it to gesture him inside.

"I'm Esmerelda Sanchez," she said, and he took her hand in his to give it a gentle shake.

"It's very nice to meet you, though I'm sorry for the nature of my visit," he said with a small smile.

She seemed pleased with his manners and unconsciously touched her necklace above her subtle display of cleavage.

David's eyes followed her hand and pulled away before that tender valley trapped them. He noted her smile widened slightly.

He nodded and headed back to find the tree with the stick poking out of its branches. When he was standing next to it, he knelt on the ground at its base and reached in to find the wires.

"Yeah, here it is," he said as he took a grip and gently pulled up. The wire had been buried but not deep, so it rose to the surface as he followed it. When it reached the edge of the grass, it turned toward the house and continued to follow the edge of the lawn.

David glanced at Esmerelda and saw she was becoming angry, so he kept unearthing the wire and tracked it back until it took another turn. Now it was going toward the house, but under the grass. Instead of potentially ruining the lawn, David looked in the direction of the house and noted a window well for a basement room. He stood and crossed to the sunken window, spotting the wires emerging from the grass and entering a hole drilled into the window casement. The interior blinds were closed and seemed to be the blackout type.

He turned to face Esmerelda. "The wire enters the house and goes into this room in the basement," he said as he held her eyes.

Muscles in her jaw were jumping as her eyes looked at something only she could see. David wasn't sure if he would be looking any further into this. He resigned himself to letting Chelsea call the police to file a complaint.

"Could you please follow me?" Esmerelda suddenly said.

David looked at her, then nodded.

She led him inside, and David prepared to slip off his boots.

"No, you'll need them," she said.

He looked at her in surprise, then followed her downstairs to approach a door he assumed led to the room with the window well.

"Could you please open this door for me?" she asked.

He noted the door handle was keyed. "It's locked?"

"Yes. My husband has the key. You'll need to kick it open," he said with a matter-of-fact tone like it was a common act.

"Would you mind if I recorded you requesting me to do that? I don't normally cause property damage," he said with a cautious smile.

Her expression lightened at his polite request, so she nodded.

David took his phone out, started the video recording aimed at the door, and turned to her as he nodded.

"I give David Spencer permission to break down this door," she said, and he stopped the recording. He smiled at her when he confirmed it was good.

He pressed his fingers against the door, then knocked the surfaced with his knuckles before facing her. "Okay, you'll want to stand back and maybe cover your ears," he said, and she followed his instructions as she watched him with wide eyes.

The door had no wiggle in it, and it sounded like it had sound insulation in it. The weak spot was likely the cheap doorknob set.

He stood before the door, lifted his right foot, and leaned forward as he kicked out to strike his heel against the door next to the handle.

A loud, sharp ping and snap rang out as wood splintered and the door swung open.

He stood back, and Esmerelda walked in and turned the overhead lights on. They looked at the desk across the room facing the door. Bolted to the desk was a bank of four monitors mounted two over two.

Lining the walls of the room, aside from the door and behind the desk, were bookcases. On the shelves were racks of DVDs. Color-coded labels on the shelf fronts and the racks indicated that there was some filing system.

David crossed to the window and followed the wire down the wall to run through a rubber cable channel on the floor to a small rack-mounted server case next to the desk.

On the desk was a keyboard and a mouse. David sat in the chair and touched the mouse, making the four monitors wake up. The lower left one showed a computer desktop sitting at a password entry prompt. The lower right monitor displayed nothing, though it was on.

The screen on the top right showed the view from the camera in the hedge. It was a clear view of the pool deck.

The top left monitor showed a view of the inside of the master bedroom's ensuite bathroom. David recognized the large shower. He was stunned as he tried to imagine where the camera had to be to see in that window!

A flash of memory struck, and he realized the chimney on this house could be seen from Chelsea's bathroom window! There must be a camera mounted there, too!

A shudder ran down his spine as David realized he'd been in that bathroom shower the night before doing... private things with Chelsea!

He looked at the rage building in Esmerelda's expression. He swallowed to clear the lump of his own outrage and cleared his throat so he could speak.

"Do you know the password?" he asked.

Esmerelda locked eyes with him for a moment, and he saw the pain hidden behind her anger. Something in his expression got through to her, and she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths.

When they opened again, she nodded. "I think I might know." She leaned past David to type.

The password prompt was replaced with an untidy desktop filled with file thumbnails in clusters.

"Perras Blancas," she said softly in Spanish.

David looked at her in question.

"White Bitches. Emelio has had a terrible obsession since his childhood when his babysitter molested him. I got him enrolled in therapy, and he said he was cured. But it seems it didn't help, or perhaps he didn't go," she said in frustration. "More lies."

They looked at the oddly named video files. David noticed they followed a pattern of dates and addresses.

David played one with Chelsea's address, and the lower right monitor lit up and played the video. It showed it had been taken by the camera in the tree. It was a close-cropped scene of Chelsea rubbing suntan lotion over her glistening skin. Scanning ahead, David was relieved when Chelsea left. Sexy but no nudity. He closed the video and returned to the desktop.

One file contained her address and the date from the previous night. He wondered if he should watch it, but he had to know. The screen showed the shower stall and David walking in naked. He was still partially erect.

Esmerelda gasped as she recognized him and saw his state. He moved the video along, and there he was driving himself into Chelsea, her head thrown back in bliss as she clung to his body. He quickly shut down the video and then deleted it.

He glanced up at Esmerelda and saw that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes looked a little wild.

She quickly pointed to another file. Esmerelda spoke with a tight throat. "That's the address of the fitness club I go to."

David double-clicked on the file, and it showed a group of women doing an aerobics class. The angle indicated it was shot from a ceiling-mounted security camera in the back corner of the room. The view zoomed in on a raven-haired beauty with rather large breasts and very pale skin. David skipped ahead, but she remained the focus of the entire movie.

He opened a second video with a different date but the same address. This time, the focus was on a blond woman and remained on her.

David jolted when she turned around and faced the camera. "That's my boss!" he exclaims. "Barbara Sterling. She's the Administrator of the physiotherapy clinic I work at."

The video switched to a view from inside the women's changeroom where several ladies could be seen getting dressed or undressed. Once more, the camera zoomed in on Barbara.

David stopped the video and deleted this one too. He knew he should have left the two files, but there were others, so the loss of them shouldn't hurt. Glancing at Esmerelda, he saw she didn't seem upset about that.

He played another file with a different date. When it started, the camera was focused on another Caucasian woman David didn't recognize. Skipping ahead, the view returned to the changing room and focused on the same woman as she undressed. He shut it down and pushed back in the chair.

"What the hell..." David said softly. He turned to face one of the bookshelves and stood to collect a DVD from a rack. The disc had writing on it, an address, and a date range. There was a DVD drive in the rackmount case, so he inserted the disc, and it appeared on the computer's desktop. Viewing the contents of the DVD, he saw many video files, all from the same address with various dates.

Playing one showed a food court in a shopping center. The camera is almost aimed straight down to focus on the visible cleavage of a woman dining. Another view appeared of the same woman walking towards the camera as she passed some stores.

"Uh, this is really creepy," David said as he looked at how many DVDs were in the room. "How is he getting access to these cameras?"

Esmerelda was trembling. "His business installs them." She looked around the room bleakly. "Our lives have been drifting apart for years, but I never expected this! I had no idea his obsession had become this bad. He hid it from me. That he could do this? It's sick!"

"Ah," David said, then looked into the woman's eyes. "I must report this to the police. It's going to get ugly. Are you going to be okay?"

She blinked in surprise at his gentle tone, then smiled faintly. "Yes. I have my own bank accounts, separate from his, and I have no stake in his business. He didn't want me meddling in his business, and now I'm grateful for the separation."

The woman burst into tears, and David stood and took her in his arms to hug her. At first, she squeaked in surprise, then clung to him with all her strength as the tears came.

After a short time, a young woman stepped into the room with a worried expression as she stared at David.

"Mama?" she said, and David felt the woman twitch slightly. He released her and stepped back so she could turn to face her daughter, who quickly took her in her arms and looked into her eyes. "What's happened? Who is this man?"

Esmerelda was still overwhelmed, so she couldn't talk. David could.

"I'm David Spencer. I was working on the garden next door when I spotted a camera facing the pool area hidden in a tree." He gestured to the monitors showing that view. "I came over and we traced the camera's cable to this room. On your father's computer were some video files from different businesses, but the movies are all focused on individual women, and some are in changing rooms, getting undressed."

The daughter's expression twisted in horror. "Oh my god! Why would Daddy have done that?"

Esmerelda stepped back from her daughter and pulled her shoulders back. "We are going to visit my sister. Pack for a visit of at least two weeks. Go!"

The young woman blinked at her in surprise, glanced at David, then rushed away.

"Make the call," the older woman said with finality.

David nodded and dialed the number. After a brief explanation and giving the address, the officer on the line said the others were on their way. He assured them he'd be there to greet them and hung up.

He looked again at the bookshelves. "The time invested in collecting and preserving all these videos is... staggering! It shows he has a collector's obsession at the very least. His other obsession is harder to understand." He saw Esmerelda was looking like a slight breeze would blow her away.

"With someone so lovely at home, it's even more confusing," David said as he watched her face.

Her eyes suddenly locked on his as she heard the compliment. She saw his admiration, and her face flushed.

"You're a charmer," she said, but she couldn't hide the slightest smile slipping onto her lips.

David smiled but shook his head.

With a little scoff, she headed for the stairs as David followed. He didn't miss the extra sway in her hips.

They reached the front door in time to answer the knock. Esmerelda opened it to see two police officers standing there, an older male and a youngish female. The man looked at David in surprise.

"Mr. Spencer? Were you the one who called us?" the older man asked.

"Good day, Officer Blane," David said. "Yes. This is Esmerelda Sanchez, the owner of the home," David said in an introduction, then looked to the female officer, who was frowning at her partner.

"I'm Officer Montgomery," she said. "You called in about a privacy breach?"

David nodded. "Mrs. Sanchez planted a lovely hedge of Cyprus trees between the properties. This also prevented Mr. Sanchez from watching their neighbor, Chelsea Cartwright, sunbathing in her backyard. He installed a hidden camera in one of the trees. I discovered it and brought this to her attention. We followed the cable into his basement office, where we found recordings from multiple commercial properties, such as malls and fitness clubs. Some are from cameras in public areas, but others are in change rooms and have recorded women in states of undress."

Officer Blane looked at Esmerelda. "You were unaware of these recordings?"

"Of course I was!" she snapped indignantly. "Emelio's office in the basement is--was his private domain, and I never entered it until David showed me the camera wire going into it. I asked David to open the door, and we found the... filth."

Her daughter came down the stairs with a suitcase and looked at the police in surprise.

Officer Blane raised an eyebrow as he looked at Esmerelda. "Taking a trip?"

"We're staying with my sister in Keniston until I can arrange a divorce," the woman said stiffly.

"We'll need your contact details," Blane said, and the woman nodded.

"Could you lead us to the office?" Montgomery asked.

Esmerelda looked at David, and he saw tears were beginning to well in her eyes. "I can do that if you'd like to go pack."

"Please," she said gratefully.

David caught a smile from the daughter as well, and then he showed the police where the office was. Blane raised another eyebrow when he saw the broken door.

"I have a recording of Mrs. Sanchez asking me to open the locked door," David said.

"You're pretty handy with that cell phone of yours," Blane said with a grin.

Montgomery frowned as she looked at her partner, so he explained.

"He recorded the confession of a man who caused the death of Mrs. Dawson's husband... another case we handled not too long ago," he said.

This made the female officer give David another look.

"She was asking me to kick in a door. I wanted proof I had permission," David insisted.

"She didn't have a key?" the woman asked.

"Didn't seem to at the time." David frowned. "She was aware her husband was obsessed with... certain women, and she said she'd tried to get him help for it. She seemed genuinely shocked by what we found."

Now, both officers were looking at him. David walked to the desk and tapped a key to bring up the lock screen. "The password is perras blancas, which I'm told means white bitches."

The desktop appeared, and David explained what they found, pointing out the camera in the tree and the one that had to be on the chimney. He played the video of the woman's change room showing nudity.

"You're going to need a lot more help to collect all the evidence. These DVDs likely contain videos of a similar nature. Mrs. Sanchez told me her husband runs a company that installed security cameras in many local businesses. He's making his own personal recordings."

The officers stared at the bookshelves and then at each other. They followed David upstairs, and Montgomery called in a request for additional help.

"I should get back to helping Chelsea and her sister with the gardening. I'll be next door if you need me." He smiled at Officer Blane. "You have my number," David said.

Then he walked back to Chelsea's mansion. She and Brigette were waiting at the door and guided him inside with nervous expressions.

"What happened? We saw the police arrive!" Chelsea gasped.

He shook his head. He explained what he'd done and what he found. Chelsea was red-faced with rage and seemed ready to fight.

"Hey, you can contact the police to file a complaint against Emelio Sanchez for being a peeping tom. Come here," David said as he collected Chelsea in his arms to hug her.

"I got the impression that Mrs. Sanchez was very much aware of her husband's wandering eyes, and this made her miserable. Anything mean she said to you was probably a byproduct of that," he said gently.

Brigette was smiling at him, so he kissed the top of Chelsea's head and released her. "What's left to do in the backyard?

"We're done for the day. I can do the rest and take my time with it. Thank you for all your help!" Brigette said.

Chelsea's smile became a hungry grin. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do upstairs!"

"We've taken enough of David's weekend. He must get back to Melody," Brigette insisted as she glared at her sister.

Chelsea pouted, so David lifted her in his arms once more and planted a kiss on her lips, making her squeak then purr. When he set her down, he immediately picked up Brigette and kissed her more gently.

Once he set her on her feet and made sure she didn't stumble, he smiled at the two of them.

"I had a lovely time with you this weekend," he said.

"We did as well," Brigette said for both of them.

David stepped outside and walked to his truck. He waved to the sisters as he drove down their driveway.

He waved to Officer Blane, who returned the gesture distractedly as he guided a team of officers into the home, with several vans parked in the driveway.

He wondered how messy this was going to get.

Chapter 10

Melody's nerves were trembling as she and David crossed the driveway to walk up to the Spencer's front door.

Her first trimester appointment with her obstetrician yesterday had gone very well, and the pregnancy was progressing smoothly. This meant it was time to visit David's family to give them the news.

Auden would be back from her trip tomorrow, Friday night, so Melody suggested they wait until the weekend. Then, on David's call with her the previous night, Auden suggested it might be easier on his family if just the two of them were present. While this made sense to Melody, she was concerned about Auden's state of mind.

Speaking of state of mind, while Jackie was no longer openly hostile towards Melody, there remained a tension between them. Their occasional brief conversations were cordial, but she knew the mother still didn't approve of her son's relationship with her. She'd caught Jackie's expression when the woman didn't think she was watching, and she was sure she'd seen disappointment there.

This was the source of her current butterflies, but David's hand in hers strengthened her resolve.

"I can hear you overthinking," David said quietly.

This surprised a laugh from Melody, and she smiled at the man next to her and felt her heart lighten.

They climbed the steps and rang the doorbell.

Moments later, Keith opened the door, and a wide smile crossed his face.

"Hello, strangers!" he said happily.

"Dad! I was here yesterday! Melody dropped off muffins two days ago. We're hardly strangers," David groaned. This just made his dad's smile widen.

"Come in!" Keith said, and they followed him into the living room. "Mother! We have company! Break out the good china!" he bellowed. David rolled his eyes.

Suzanne took this opportunity to arrive and rushed over to give Melody then David a hug. As he returned it, Melody saw him whisper something into her ear, and she nodded before rushing off.

Jackie entered the room, looking back in annoyance at her running daughter. "Suzie almost knocked me off my feet! Oh! Hello, Melody!"

"Hi, Jackie," she returned with a smile. They sat facing each other over the coffee table.

Could she do this? A cold sweat flushed across her skin then she felt David's powerful leg press against hers, once more returning stability to her emotions.

A thunderous thumping of feet on stairs announced the return of Suzanne and Rick. They rushed into the room with curious expressions on their faces.

Jackie's brow creased as she looked at her noisy kids, then suddenly plopped back onto the couch next to Keith when he tugged her down, a little roughly. Her eyes shot to him, then glanced at David and Melody before she calmed her expression.

"What's up?" Jackie asked as she glanced at her other kids, who were watching as well.

David looked at Melody and saw she was frozen, so he just smiled and took her hand in his before looking at his parents.

"We just have a little good news we thought we'd share with you," David began, and Jackie's eyes began to widen.

"We're going to have a baby," Melody blurted before she could freeze again.

Everyone froze as the news hit them.

Rick was speechless for the first time in his life.

Suzanne's eyes were twinkling with joy as she held her hands over her mouth to contain her squeals of excitement.

Keith was looking into David's eyes with a smile, and Melody could see the pride and love the father had for his son.

Jackie looked frozen. She didn't seem to know how to react to this momentous news.

David looked at his mother and saw her state. "Mom, your baby is having a baby."

That was enough to bring the tears to Jackie's eyes, and David met her in the middle of the room to hold her tight in his big arms. Melody stood as well, and Keith hugged her and congratulated her.

Then he was hugging his son, and Melody was face to face with Jackie, who looked like a light breeze might blow her away.

Emotions flashed across her face, but none of them seemed hostile. Finally, she looked up at Melody.

"You truly love him?" she asked quietly.

Melody smiled with tears springing to her eyes. "Completely."

Jackie was in her arms, clinging to her as their tears flowed.

Happy tears.

Relieved tears.

Acceptance at last.

Melody watched David hugging Suzanne and shaking Rick's hand before pulling him in for a hug as well. Rick managed to push away and left the room, but Melody saw the smile on his lips.

Jackie stepped back and looked into her eyes curiously. "How far along?"

"Just a little over three months and my obstetrician says I'm progressing with no issues at all," Melody said with a smile.

"Do you know if you're having a boy or a girl?" Jackie asked excitedly.

Melody shook her head as she shared a smile with David. "No, we asked not to be told." She gave them a little knowing smile. "But my intuition is telling me it's a girl."

David just shrugged happily as he'd be thrilled with either.

Jackie smiled, then looked at David, and her face fell. "But David's attending college this fall!"

Melody raised her palms to calm the woman. "This does not affect our plans. David is going to college. He'll be an excellent physiotherapist! I'm retired, so I'll be home for the baby. I have enough savings to take care of us."

Keith gave a relieved smile. "That's good news indeed!"

"What about Auden?" Jackie suddenly asked.

"She knows and she's good with this," David said, but Melody picked up on his unease.

Jackie also picked up on it as Mama Birds can always read their baby birds. "What's wrong?" she asked.

David looked at her in surprise. Melody smiled as he still hadn't realized how strong Mom-radar was.

"Nothing! We're picking her up from the airport tomorrow night. She's just tired from all the travel," he asserted.

Jackie locked eyes with Melody. Secret and silent mom-dialog passed between them. Jackie understood, nodded, and didn't ask again.

Then she gave Melody a sad look. "I'm sorry for being so resistant to the idea of you being with David."

Melody nodded. "I understood where it was coming from, so I didn't let it get to me." She glanced over at the incredulous expression on David's face. "Well, not totally."

"Are you planning on getting married--Oh! Can you get married in a... multi-person relationship?" Jackie asked awkwardly.

Melody smiled and shook her head. "I don't think the court, or the church, recognizes more than two people as a marriage. But it doesn't matter. I don't need to marry David to know we love each other. Maybe we'll feel differently later, but for now, we have enough on our plate."

"Does that mean I'm going to be an aunt?" Suzanne asked excitedly.

Melody nodded with a wide smile. "Yes, it does."

Suzanne gave in to her need to squeal, and Melody laughed with genuine joy.

She was so relieved and felt so good to be welcomed into their family.

Chapter 11

Jeff Ducane hated his group therapy sessions for anger management. He fucking hated it! He hated the smug doctor who ran the group. He hated having to express his feelings before strangers. But what he hated most were the other people in the group. Losers, every single fucking one of them.

The oldest member of the group was Terry the Prick! The man had a sharp tongue and a quick wit, which meant he could cut you with an insult before you knew it was coming.

Denver was a crier. He cried in every meeting. Jeff wanted to pound on his face to stop the tears. He was sick of hearing the man sob then sniff through his runny nose.

Michael was dull as fuck and hung up on his skag of an ex-wife.

The latest member to join the group was a big bastard like David and twice as thick-headed. His name was Bill. Jeff was sure he was mentally deficient as he didn't talk much, and when he did, he used tiny little words in short sentences and sounded like he only had a grade two education. His long red hair was always messy, and his sunken eyes peeked out from under his bangs.

What the fuck was Jeff doing in this group of losers?

When the doctor joined them, Jeff quickly hid his disgust with the others and made his expression as neutral as possible. He didn't want to be centered out by the man.

"Good day, people. I hope you're all feeling better than you did at our last meeting. Did you have a chance to give some thought toward creating a list of hurdles you feel might be blocking your ability to find your peaceful place?" the man asked as he looked over his half glasses at the group members.

"Denver? Were you successful?" the doctor asked, and Jeff saw the crybaby stiffen then shake his head.

"How about you, Jeffrey?"

Jeff hated being called the long form of his name, and he knew the doctor knew that. He also knew the man was a vindictive son of a bitch. He was still holding a grudge from their first session when Jeff called him Dr. Killjoy.

As the doctor waited, tension built in Jeff. It all seemed to be too much suddenly. He glared at the doctor.

"I'm locked in a box with madmen and idiots," he growled, gesturing to Terry and then Bill to illustrate his point. "There is no peaceful place in here for anyone!"

Bill glared murderously at Jeff under his hair. "Just cuz I'm quiet don't mean I'm stupid."

Caution lost in his rage, Jeff snarled at the brute. "Oh! I'm sure you're our resident genius. You keep that hidden behind your inbred hillbilly disguise."

Bill was instantly out of his chair and rushing at him. The guards were too far away to intervene as Bill wrapped a big fist in Jeff's shirt and dragged him to his feet.

Jeff punched Bill three times before Bill's knuckles slammed into his cheek, rocking his head back. Then Jeff was airborne as Bill spun in place twice like a shot putter and threw Jeff across the room to slam into an armored glass window headfirst. A web of cracks appeared, but the window held.

Something in Jeff's head lit up like a supernova then he was crashing to the floor, unconscious before he landed.

-=-

"...mydriasis and possible brain trauma. We need a CT scan, possibly an MRI."

Jeff's brain was registering sounds again, and he cracked his eyes to see that he was in the infirmary. The doctors were talking some shit, and he struggled to make sense of it. He felt the gurney being wheeled out into the hall, and he faded again.

He picked up moments in the ambulance as bumps made his growing headache flare. That pissed him off, and his anger actually seemed to help clear his thoughts.

"The cuffs come off. He can't wear them in the MRI chamber," someone said to his guards.

The banging of the MRI made his head throb, and his anger grew.

Then he was being moved out of the room. The doctors in the hall were impatient as they had another patient who needed the MRI immediately.

Jeff realized he wasn't cuffed to the gurney yet. His guards were on one side, and the door to the stairwell was on the other.

He rolled off onto his feet and tipped the gurney onto its side to fall on the feet of the guards. He spun and raced into the stairwell. He was three floors down before he heard the footfalls of the guards chasing him.

He went down into the basement and found some scrubs and a baseball hat. He yanked the clothes on and fought to keep his mind from shutting down from the pain. Hustling to the far end of the building, he slipped into the loading bay and walked up the ramp into the employee parking lot behind the building. He slipped between the rows of cars to the far side of the lot and stepped into a small grove of trees. On the other side of this were a few blocks of small industry shops.

He walked down the road for a bit and spotted a mom-and-pop car mechanic shop. He slipped inside the garage and picked up a wrench as he spotted a man standing at a workbench with his back to him.

Striking him over the back of his head, Jeff watched the older man crumple to the floor. The old guy was heavier than Jeff but roughly the same height, so he stole the man's coveralls, baseball hat, and boots. His new disguise in place, he leaned against the workbench as pain throbbed in his head. The room shifted, but he kept on his feet... barely.

He took deep breaths and felt a little better. Reaching into the pocket of the coveralls, he found keys. There was a tow truck parked out front, so he walked calmly to it and used the keys to get in.

He opened the glovebox and smiled when he saw an old Bowie knife. He'd been hoping for a gun, but this would do. Pulling it from the sheath, he saw it was still sharp. Excellent!

Moments later, he was on the road. He was free!

The idea of driving out of the city and not turning back flitted through his mind, but something held him back.

An old score needed to be settled. He turned the wheel and pointed the truck toward David's neighborhood.

He'd deal with him, then he'd drive off into the sunset.

-=-

Keith flopped back on the bed and gasped in some deep breaths to help his heart rate slow down. He gazed over at Jackie, whose ass was still elevated with a pillow, and her cheeks were bright red from the pounding he'd given her.

She rolled her head to look at him, and a slow, satisfied smile appeared on her lips as her eyes returned from their dreamy state.

They'd each taken a personal day to spend it with each other. Once the kids were off to school, they began. They were still rediscovering each other, and Keith could honestly say they'd never been closer. These little dates were making all the difference.

The sharp crack, crunch, and squeal sounds from outside made Keith sit up quickly and cross over to the window to look out.

"What is it?" Jackie asked.

"Some idiot in a tow truck just crashed into the Nelsons' car in their driveway across the street!"

Keith quickly pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt before hustling downstairs.

BANG-BANG-BANG!

"Dav'd! Come out hee, Dav'd! Gunna kick yo ass!"

Keith frowned as the voice was familiar, if oddly slurred.

But threatening his son? Not on his watch!

Keith yanked open the door and stepped out onto the porch before the man could react. Then he gave him a mighty shove.

Jeff staggered back, stumbling down the steps and wobbling on the front lawn. He managed not to fall but just barely. He held up the Bowie knife and slashed the air before him to keep Keith back.

David's truck pulled into Melody's driveway, and he quickly jumped out and ran over to join his father on the lawn.

"Dav'd! Muvaf'ker! You... gunna die!" Jeff slurred as he yelled.

David stopped a short distance away as he looked at Jeff cautiously. "You okay, Dad?" he asked.

Keith nodded and remained focused on Jeff, who was looking increasingly wobbly. "What's wrong with him?"

"Nuth! Dav'd fukn fuh-fault!" Jeff cursed as his sight began to blur.

"Uh, Dad. Let's back up. He might be drunk," David suggested as he stepped back.

Jeff made a sound of rage and surged after David.

Keith took that opportunity to kick Jeff's feet from under him. He hit the grass face first, and David stomped on the wrist of the hand holding the knife. Keith dropped onto Jeff's back as David tugged the weapon from his hand and tossed it aside.

Jeff's consciousness quickly faded.

-=-

David stared at the prone man, who was making odd sounds and twitching. A police car skidded to a halt before their house. Officers Blane and Montgomery rushed out onto the yard.

"Stand back!" Blane said sternly, so they did. Montgomery knelt to cuff the escaped prisoner.

"Is he drunk? He was slurring his words badly," David asked.

"More importantly, how did he escape from prison?" Keith barked angrily as his adrenaline was pumping.

Blane gave the father a weary look. "Mr. Ducane didn't escape from prison. He was taken to the hospital, where he escaped custody."

The female officer looked up at Blane in surprise. "He's not breathing! Call for an ambulance."

David spotted red leaking from his ear. "Is that blood?" he asked, pointing to Jeff's head.

Montgomery rolled Jeff onto his back, and lifeless eyes looked up at nothing. One of his eyes had some blood leaking from the corner as well. Keith's adrenaline quickly left him as he stared at the dead man. "I didn't hit him! I just tripped him and pinned him down!" he squeaked in dismay.

Officer Montgomery immediately began mouth-to-mouth as David dropped to his knees and performed chest compressions.

The woman glanced up at David with an odd look when she heard him quietly singing Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees.

"What? It's the right tempo!" he said self-consciously.

An ambulance eventually arrived, and the paramedics quickly took their place, getting him onto a stretcher and into the ambulance. They left moments later.

"What happened to him in prison that sent him to the hospital?" David asked, but Blane just shook his head. Montgomery put the knife in an evidence bag and took pictures of the crashed tow truck as Blane took statements from Keith and David. Then the officers left for the hospital.

Keith looked at his son. "I think the boy's dead."

David nodded slowly as the reality and finality of that went through his mind.

Pushing it aside, he turned and examined his father for injuries. "Who were you trying to be? Some Action Hero? And why are you home?"

Keith snorted in surprise and grinned at his son. "What? Can't your old man defend his family?"

David pulled him into a hug. "Of course, you can, but I'd prefer you didn't go all commando about it."

Keith's grin widened as he stepped back and nodded to David. Then he noticed Jackie watching him from the front door, and Melody watching David from her own.

"Your mother and I played hooky and had a date day," Keith said with a smug smile.

David raised his hands in surrender. "Got it! No further details required!"

Keith grinned. "Why are you home early?"

"Picking up Auden from the airport," David responded.

"Ah!" Keith said as he nodded. Then he tilted his head toward the two front doors. "It looks like we have to go calm our respective ladies." He bounced his eyebrows, and David rolled his eyes. With a wave, David headed back to Melody, and they went inside.

"What happened to Jeff?" she asked.

"I think he's dead," David said as the unreal nature of it returned to his mind.

"Dead?" Melody blurted in shock.

David nodded. "He was injured in prison and taken to the hospital. He escaped custody and came looking for me. His speech was slurred, and he was bleeding from an ear and one eye. Then, he just died. CPR didn't seem to work."

"I'm sorry, David. That must have been awful," she said.

David nodded. Truthfully, he felt a little numb. It was such a stupid end for someone so young. He hoped Jeff's father didn't try to make trouble since Jeff died on his folks' lawn.

David shook his head to push those thoughts away. "It's time to pick up Auden."

"Do you want me to join you?" Melody asked.

He thought about that, but his emotions were jumbled up. He had no evidence that anything had changed except for some stilted conversations with Auden during the trip. She was probably just tired from all the travel and meetings, and all would be well once she got a good night's sleep.

"It's fine. I'll pick her up on my own. Standing around in an airport if her flight is delayed would be miserable for you," he said with a sigh.

"Agreed," Melody said with a smile. "If she's hungry, take her to that nice restaurant near the airport."

"What about you?" David asked in surprise.

"I'll have something light," she said and patted his chest. She tilted her face up, and David caressed her lips with his.

"Mmm! Don't get me started or you'll be late!" she purred. He grinned and stepped back outside to get into his truck.

The drive to the airport didn't take too long, and he found a spot not too far from the door.

When he entered the arrivals hall, he checked out the flight boards and saw Auden's flight was still on time and should land in the next ten minutes. He worked out that it would take an additional twenty minutes for the plane to reach the gate and the baggage to arrive. He found a pillar to lean against where he could see the board and settled in for the wait.

Forty minutes later, he spotted Auden walking into the arrivals hall with her suitcase. He smiled and moved forward until she spotted him.

Something... some emotions crossed her expression, then she was in his arms. He gave her a warm hug and a kiss, but it ended quicker than he expected. Again, she might be tired.

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

"Nothing," she admitted.

"Would you like to grab dinner before we go home? There is a nice restaurant nearby," he suggested.

She smiled gratefully. "Yes, that would be lovely."

He grabbed her suitcase and guided her through the hall and out into the parking lot. He fit her suitcase into the space behind the bench seat, as it was more secure if they were dining out.

The restaurant was on the busy hotel strip near the airport. It was still a little early, so they got a quiet table in the corner and sat across from each other.

David gave her a happy smile, and she returned it. Before they had any time to speak, the waiter rushed up and asked for their orders.

Auden asked for the Chicken Caesar salad, and David went with a steak and baked potato. They both had water to drink.

"How went the trip?" David asked once they were alone.

Auden nodded and smiled. "It went well. The shops are all doing very well, and the managers are keeping them operating smoothly."

"Was it tiring to travel that much?" he asked.

She nodded distractedly as she fidgeted with her napkin.

"David, I had sex with another man," she blurted.

He froze as he watched her and let that information sink into his mind. This was the beginning of the scenario he'd imagined in his head. It led to his least favorite conclusion.

He hadn't expected it to feel so much like a physical blow.

An immediate stab of jealousy shot through him, and he struggled to kill it. He hadn't realized he could feel this so strongly in his heart for someone he loved, but he couldn't ignore it.

However, he wouldn't allow himself to act on that jealousy as he'd had sex with Brigette while Auden was away. There might have been a difference in intent, but he didn't feel this was strong enough to give him the high ground. Maybe there was no high ground.

He took a sip of water and felt her eyes on him.

He forced a small smile onto his lips before he looked into her eyes. "No one I know, I suppose."

A smile came and went on her lips. "No. Not even someone I knew. A past college roommate of Léa. He bumped into us at a roadside café."

Ah, it was Léa making her play. The dominatrix teacher capturing her student!

He took a deep breath and let that surge of hostility go.

He wouldn't pin this on Léa as Auden was a willing participant. He knew this.

Once more, he tried to give Auden a smile, but this time it wouldn't come. Instead, he cut to the chase and asked for the truth.

"This is... what you want?" he forced out of his tight throat.

Auden's lips trembled as she saw the pain he was trying to hide in his eyes. "Yes. You could--"

He gave his head a single sharp shake, immediately shutting her down. Then he looked into her eyes and opened his heart to her.

"I love you, Auden, and I love Melody. That's all I need to be happy. To be content. I have no desire to be with anyone else. I'm not emotionally involved with anyone else. I don't want to be. If it weren't for the therapy it offered them, I wouldn't have sex with anyone beyond you and Melody." His stomach tightened as his fondness for those he'd been with weakened his argument, but he pushed through it and returned to his point.

"I'm not seeking new experiences, but I understand you want to follow your desires. If you don't, you'll always wonder what you've missed out on."

He fought back a wave of sadness as he wondered if one day, she'd realize what she'd given up to hunt for those experiences.

"I hope you understand, I can't follow you on that path."

Auden had tears in her eyes now. "I love you, David. I always will. What you've done for me--"

She froze and her eyes slowly widened as she heard her words, and the truth rushed into her mind.

Then she saw that David knew and had been expecting it, or more likely, dreading it.

Auden finally saw that she'd used him for her own therapy, and now she was moving on.

The waiter appeared at their table with their meals, but froze when he saw that the two of them were crying quietly.

David wiped his eyes and cleared his throat. "Could you pack those to go and prepare the bill?" he asked. The man nodded and rushed away.

"What happens now?" she asked when she got control of her breathing.

He looked into her eyes, and a sharp pain went through him, along with jealousy, rage, longing, and despair. All the miserable emotions he wanted nothing to do with. He carefully controlled his voice and his tongue to prevent that pain from sharpening his words.

"To follow your path, what do you need to do?" he asked.

She looked down at the table. He knew she'd already planned out this part, or at least a variation of it--the version that included him and Melody, but on the side.

She loosened her tight throat before she spoke. "I... I'll fly back to Paris. I can run my business from anywhere."

David nodded. It was done.

"If you could drop me off at a hotel, I'll make the arrangements. I'll send for my items from Melody's," she said with a rough voice.

David desperately wanted to rise above his pain and insist she return to the house tonight, but he wasn't strong enough. This was the quickest way to avoid prolonging the pain, and he grabbed it.

He nodded to her as the waiter returned. Auden paid for their dinner before he could get to it. He looked at her in surprise.

"Please," she said quietly, so he nodded.

They walked back to the truck, and he drove up the street to a nice hotel. He followed her in with her luggage, and she booked herself a room. She turned, then wrapped her arms around him.

"I love you, David!" she said.

"I love you too, Auden," he replied.

She pulled back and walked away with her suitcase.

David went back to his truck and drove home to Melody's. In the driveway, he shut off the engine and noticed the bag on the seat with their meals. He'd forgotten to give Auden hers. It was just a stupid little thing, but a sudden wave of helplessness washed over him. He clenched his teeth until he got his emotional equilibrium back.

He grabbed the bag, locked his truck, and walked up to the front door, where Melody waited for him with love and concern in her eyes.

They went inside, and he took her into his arms as she held him.

"I would be lost without you," he said.

"You have me forever," she replied.

David felt some of his pain healing from Melody's honest words, and this released the tears he'd been holding back.

It was such a relief.

-=-

Melody held him until his tears stopped. Then she took him upstairs and stretched out beside him on the bed until sleep took him.

Gently easing herself from the bed, she went back downstairs to put his take-out into the fridge and turned off the lights.

As she slipped back under the covers, she felt David cuddle up to her in his sleep. The strength and solidity of his body gave her such a sense of security, and his love for her lifted her heart into the heavens.

She couldn't wait to share this love with their baby.

Epilogue

David sat in the classroom listening to the teacher review the results of their last assignment. His group had gotten the highest marks in the class, so he allowed his mind to only partially concentrate on the review.

The murmur of conversation behind and to his right made him glance back toward the door. Instead, he locked eyes with two fellow students who'd been staring at him. Their names popped into his head: Haley Stevens and Lisa Evans. They were both definitely cute, but he had far too much on his plate these days to respond to their interest. With Melody at home, his visits with Barb at her condo once a week, and the occasional dates with Chelsea and Brigette, his calendar was full.

The two ladies immediately pretended to be looking somewhere else, which just made their attention more obvious. He saw their cheeks redden from being caught.

David turned his gaze to the calendar on the wall by the exit. He'd been a little obsessed with tracking Melody's pregnancy. Her obstetrician estimated it could be any day now.

He was on pins and needles!

With a sigh, he turned to face forward again and caught another student, Miguel Lorrenzo Cabrera, watching him from the desk to his right. The man flashed an inviting smile at him with a hopeful gleam in his eye. David acknowledged him with a minimal nod and looked toward the teacher.

David wasn't interested in having a boyfriend either.

He was friendly and participated in his classes, but he admitted he kept his private life just that, private.

After the heartache of Auden, it was safer that way.

David's cell vibrated in his pocket, and he immediately pulled it out to check the message.

The next thing, he was on his feet, slinging his bookbag onto his shoulder.

"Mr. Spencer! I don't believe my class is over yet!" the prof called out to him. The man's bushy eyebrows were threatening to climb into his hairline.

David spun back to smile at the man.

"Sorry, Mr. Carter, but I have to head to the hospital. My girlfriend's having our baby!" he said with a wide smile.

The disappointed groans coming from Haley, Lisa, and Miguel were audible, and the others laughed.

A few eyed David with more interest after hearing his news.

The teacher's eyes twinkled in amusement as he watched the embarrassed students, then he nodded to David. "You have a legitimate and wonderful reason for an early departure. Off you go!"

"Thank you!" David said and ran for the exit.

He was grateful that the college was so close to the hospital. He might get there before Melody, as Chelsea and Brigette had been watching over her and were driving her there.

He dumped his books into his locker, then ran the block and a half to wait in the hospital entrance. Shortly, a car stopped before the door, and Brigette helped Melody out and into the wheelchair David had waiting for her.

He gave Melody a quick kiss and looked into her eyes. "Let's go welcome our child into the world."

She gave him a wide smile and nodded.

David wheeled her inside.

-=-

Melody was exhausted. All those sessions at the club doing Pilates, yoga, and dance had certainly given her endurance and stamina, but pushing a baby through your lower orifice was an intensely physical and tiring experience. Thankfully, this birth had only taken half the time of her first. Only three hours from her water breaking to the infant's first breath of air.

She smiled down at the bundle in her arms, the miracle David made with her.

The new father was sitting next to her, and he couldn't take his eyes off the small face in the bundle.

Finally, he lifted his eyes to gaze into Melody's.

"She's the most beautiful baby girl I've ever seen! Her expression is so serene!" he said with tears of joy in his eyes.

Melody was too emotional to speak, so she just nodded.

"We should call her... Bambi!" David said softly.

Melody's eyes widened in shock as she stared at David.

"No? How about Candi with an I?"

Melody's mouth worked, but no sound came out.

"Fine, how about Krystal with a K or maybe Chastity?" Her brows went down, warning of her impending outrage. "No? Huh! My final option, Tami-Lynn."

Melody finally saw the mischievous glint in his eye and gasped again. "You tease! How could you torment me in my weakened condition?" she pouted.

"Aww, I'm sorry," he said and kissed her temple as he chuckled gently. "She truly is beautiful!" he said, and Melody nodded, mollified.

"I've been thinking of names for months, and I'm no closer to picking one!" she sighed.

David smiled at the peaceful expression on the infant's face. "How about Serena? I'm sure it means serene. There aren't any Serenas in my family tree."

"None in mine, either," Melody said thoughtfully. She smiled and nodded. "How about it, Serena?" she asked the sleeping baby, who shifted slightly.

"Was that a nod? I think it was!" David said, though there was no way her movement could be called a nod.

Melody rolled her eyes. "Serena, it is."

She gave David a serious look. "There is still the question of her surname."

He smiled. "Serena Dawson-Spencer."

"I'm going to go back to my maiden name, Melody Rose," she said.

David's eyes lit up. "Melody Rose is a beautiful name! So, Serena Rose-Spencer?"

Melody relaxed and nodded. "That sounds wonderful!" David agreed.

The nurse joined them. "It's time for Mama to get some rest and for the baby to visit the nursery. I believe...." She paused, taking in the contrast between Papa's youth and Mama's age, before she went with it. "...Papa has some visitors to speak to."

"See you soon! Sleep well," David said and kissed Melody before he left the room. The nurse leaned over Melody and adjusted her pillows.

"Sleep sounds wonderful!" she sighed.

The nurse smiled at her and left the room.

An exhausted but happy Mama let sleep reward her for her efforts.

-=-

David walked into the waiting room and smiled at his family. "It's a girl!"

Jackie was the first to reach her son and wrap her arms around him. He returned the hug and kissed the top of her head.

Then Keith joined them, and David hugged them both.

Suzanne hugged her family with a huge grin, and even Rick moved close enough to pat his brother's back.

After they pulled back, Chelsea and Brigette were next, and he lifted them both off their feet as he held them to his chest and kissed their cheeks.

"Did you pick her name?" Jackie asked as he set the ladies on their feet. Chelsea tried not to look too excited, and Brigette hid her blush behind her hands.

"Yes! Melody and I have decided to name her Serena," he said, and Suzanne bounced on her toes happily. "Melody is going to return to using her maiden name, Rose, so our daughter's full name will be Serena Rose-Spencer, with a hyphenated last name," he said with a happy smile.

"That's a lovely name!" Keith said with a proud smile. His smile became a grin. "Melody Rose is great too!"

"I think so, too!" David agreed.

He blinked as the reality of it continued to sink in. "I'm a dad!"

This began another round of hugs and kisses, and David smiled the whole time.

-=-

Melody relaxed back against the chaise lounge after doing laps in Chelsea's lovely pool. Winter was long gone, and the steamy warmth of summer made the coolness of the pool a delight. Her diligence with her exercise routines and eating well allowed her to shed the weight she'd carried while pregnant. David helped her stay motivated, as keeping up with his sex drive was rewarding as well.

David had completed his first year of college and was loving the course. He'd received excellent grades and was looking forward to his next year this fall.

For his summer job, Barbara Sterling once more hired him as an intern. This made their sessions more convenient as well. They'd gone back to the Tuesday and Friday morning schedule, much to the woman's delight. David had asked Melody if he should reduce his visits with her. She'd asked him if Barbara showed any further signs of becoming dependent or fixated on him. After some thought, he'd said no. Melody advised him to remain vigilant in watching for signs of this, but otherwise, he could continue her sessions. The experience he was accumulating at the clinic and his continued employment there would look great on his resume.

Melody watched David sitting cross-legged beside a little inflatable pool, playing with Serena, who was such a happy and loving little girl. She had her father's blond hair, so, at David's insistence, they'd had some tests done to see if Serena carried the genetic markers for her father's condition. She did not, so they hoped she wouldn't ever experience Alopecia Areata.

Currently, she was splashing her dad and bursting into giggles each time she did. She was smart too!

David no longer mentioned Auden. The woman had chosen another path, and Melody hoped she was happy. She'd seen no sign of David's broken heart in months, so that pain seemed to have healed.

Relaxing on the lounge chair next to Melody's was Chelsea, who was practically purring with contentment. David had given her a thorough fucking shortly after their arrival earlier in the day, and she was still coming down from the bliss.

Brigette was on her sister's other side, trying not to fidget as she knew David wanted to spend some time with her later.

While the hedge to their right was still incomplete, Chelsea would no longer have to deal with the Ducanes. After the death of their son, their marriage seemed to implode. The divorce was quick, and the house remained empty and up for sale, though the current market had few buyers willing to spend the kind of money the Ducanes wanted.

Melody closed her eyes and sighed happily as the sound of Serena's laughter filled her with contentment.

When cold water droplets splashed across her tummy, she yelped, causing Papa and baby to share a laugh at Mama's expense.

She faked a pout, and David lowered Serena down to kiss her Mama. More sprinkles landed on her to make her shiver slightly in the chill.

That didn't prevent her from kissing her giggling daughter. Love filled her heart as the girl kissed her cheek in return.

Then it was David's turn to kiss Melody, and his kiss was filled with passion. It swept her away with his desire for her, and she may have moaned a little into the kiss.

When he pulled back, her head was spinning, and she blinked at him as her lips tingled madly. His smile widened as his gaze dropped to her bikini top. She looked down and saw the distinct impression of her stiff nipples against the fabric.

Hearing an odd sound, she glanced over at Chelsea, who was stifling her laughter. Even Brigette was grinning at her, though her cheeks were quite red.

She couldn't stop her own smile from surfacing, though she shook her finger at David. He chuckled and smiled down at her with Serena in his arms. The sight of their two smiling faces filled her with joy once more.

Melody counted her blessings every day as she was so much happier than she'd ever been. She wanted David to know how much she loved him and their daughter. She took every opportunity to share this with them.

There must be fifty ways to love your partner.