Two Ladies Satisfied · Part 2

Two Ladies Satisfied · Part 2 (2/2)
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She then spoke his name in full and for good measure, added his address. Marcia’s occupation called for quick memorisation and she had made full use of this in the brief glimpse she had had of his plastic identification. He looked at her blankly in silence.

Faintly, they could hear the sound of police sirens on the ridge above.

“You’ve had something to do with that, haven’t you? Zenith International perhaps?” She named one of the most important firms in the complex up there. The work they did was reputed to be worth millions. "A raid on their central data centre maybe. I’m in investigative computers myself. I've a pretty good idea of what they do there.” She made a guess and concluded, “You’re one of those cyber people, aren't you?"

Seemingly, he decided to come clean. “Perhaps I am. Alright. The whole operation went badly wrong. We’d only just got inside when the police arrived. We had to split up and run for it. I came down the slope. They’ll be in the area for a while. That's why I’ve got to be picked up and get away from here.”

The two looked at each other. He, with a sinking heart, because he realised this woman now had information that could be used very much against him. She, with rising elation, because control of the situation was turning in her favour.

Marcia’s mind was racing. Maliciously, she schemed how she could further turn things to her own personal advantage. She spoke.

“I now know who you are. Enough to get you into deep trouble. And perhaps you’re thinking you could prevent that by murdering me now, while I’m still bound and helpless.” She smiled, “But consider the messy evidence you’d leave here after doing the deed. In these DNA days you’d be caught in no time. Is a homicide charge worth it? You’d never see the light of day if convicted of killing a bound and helpless woman.”

Gloomily, he concluded she was right. How things had changed within minutes. “Alright then. Alright. What do you want?”

Marcia was really starting to enjoy herself. “I’m glad you’re being sensible about it. You say you’re just passing through. When’re these friends of yours coming to collect you?”

“Two to three hours. Probably nearer to three. These things take time to organise.”

“Well then, you must be very nice to us both while you’re here.”

She went on. “As you’ve no doubt worked out, we're a couple of single ladies living alone here. I myself've lived here for several years. And, I can tell you there’s not much opportunity for suitable – and I do mean suitable – social contacts in this upper middle class area. All the single males in my age group seem to be mostly impoverished losers who’ve come off badly in divorce settlements with their long suffering former wives. And who seem to look on me as fair game in the business of recuperating their fortunes.”

“Marie,” she glanced at her bound and gagged companion, lying on the bed beside her, “Her situation is, I consider, worse. Though I won’t go into detail. But we do have some basic things in common. We’re both alone, and lonely. We both simply desire acceptable, decent male companionship. Yet neither of us have had much success in that field, Marie particularly, for a very long time.”

“But now,” her face glowed radiantly, “Fortune has unexpectedly sent us an opportunity in the form of yourself.” She looked directly and firmly at this man who had come into her life. “You Sir, are going to cater for my long neglected needs in my own bedroom and you’d better please me or you’ll be sorry.”

The man looked at her, blinked, stared wildly round the room and then then said softly, “Very well then. As you wish.”

"Thank you for your cooperation. You can start by untying me.” He sat beside her and did this, undoing his knots as carefully as he had tied them a short while before. She noted approvingly he placed the loosened strips neatly in a pile.

“Good. Now you can untie Marie. She’s been deprived of liberty even longer than I have.” Marcia herself loosened and removed her companion’s gag.

She gave Marie a drink of water from the tooth mug as she had herself and wiped her lips with some of the piled bandages. Still being unbound, Marie looked at them both. And spoke.

“It isn’t fair,” she said in a small voice. The other two looked at her. Marie looked at Marcia.

“You’re going to have a nice lovemaking,” she went on in the same voice.“You said yourself that my situation was worse than yours. So it is. Yet you're going to be pleasured. It isn’t fair.”

The man shrugged and silently continued untying her. Marcia equally quietly stood up and put both hands into the tailored front pockets of her blue suit jacket. She stared for a long time at her diminutive house companion. Finally, she spoke.

“Perhaps you’re right,” she said slowly, “My situation, limited though it is, would most certainly be better than yours.” A thought occurred, “When was the last time you had a nice lovemaking, as you put it?”

“Over a year ago. And it wasn’t nice. He was a clumsy, hurtful boy who thought only of himself. I didn’t enjoy it at all.”

Marcia walked slowly around the room, her hands still in her suit pockets. “It seems your needs are greater than mine, to quote a famous saying.” Abruptly she came to a decision and turned to the man. Who had just finished untying Marie.

“A change of plans for you Sir. Instead of me, you can serve the needs of this deserving lady.” She stood in front of him as she spoke. “And mind you handle her gently and please her well. And after that, time permitting, you can attend to me.” She looked him up and down, “You look a pretty strong boy. You ought to be able to cater for two deprived women.”

The man stood and looked at her, “Ma’am, I’ll try.”

“Do more than try. Succeed.” She clapped Marie on the shoulder. “Best of luck dear,” she smiled. "I’ll look in an hour.” And left the bedroom.

Marcia walked through the house to the kitchen. Here she made a toasted sandwich and a pot of tea. This would serve for the evening meal she had missed. She ate it in the dining room which gave way to the lounge.

During this time she considered briefly if she had done the right thing with Marie. And decided most certainly she had.

Afterwards, she read a book for a while. Time passed. She wondered about the other two and got up. At that moment both entered the lounge room.

The man looked much the same. Marie looked radiantly content. A look of quiet joy that Marcia had not seen before. Clearly the interlude had been beneficial for her. She was wearing a padded bed jacket instead of her blouse.

“Well children, a successful joining in love, I take it?”

The male agreed in a soft voice, “Very pleasing, thank you.” Marie said nothing. She looked pleased, and satisfied.

“Very well then. I’m glad that was attended to satisfactorily.” Marcia faced them both. “You Sir, still have a duty to perform. Normally, I’d consider it not customary or even desirable for two women to share a man. However, this is an exceptional case.” She looked at Marie, “I’ve just had something to eat from the kitchen. You go and do likewise.” She turned to the man and took hold of his arm,”And you can come with me.”

Marie, still smiling from her previous satiation, looked at them both, then quietly left the room. She had not said a word since her return. Marcia led her partner to be by the hand to her bedroom. She whispered, “I’ve never seen her look so happy.”

He replied, “She’s had an unfortunate childhood. Did you know she’d been sexually abused by a close family member?“ “I suspected it. But that’s past now. With guidance and careful handling she’ll yet make someone an excellent partner.” The man agreed.

Marcia’s bedroom was bigger and had a double bed. She drew the blind, though it was quite dark outside. A long, low chest of drawers paralleled the bed. She smiled, “We can put our things here.”

Standing side by side, they undressed in silence. She noted with satisfaction he laid out his things neatly. Her own blue business suit was hung carefully in a wardrobe. Finally, they both stood naked together on an oval rug beside the bed. Marcia looked into his face.

She embraced him. “Darling. Perhaps I’m not as love starved as Marie but it’s still been a long, long time.” She squeezed him tightly, “Please. Make this memorable.” He folded her in his own arms and returned the pressure.

She reached down to his hanging member which was already beginning to stiffen and rise to the occasion. “A nice little fellow,” she breathed, caressing it gently, “Big enough, but not too big. And you want me too, don’t you? Ohh, I’m going to enjoy you, little man.” Deftly she reached inside a drawer of the unit and extracted a tube of lubricant. Swiftly, she smeared the rising, throbbing appendage. “Just to make your passage easier, little love item.” She smiled, "I don’t need any preparation myself. I’m as moist, wet and eager as all get-out.”

Abruptly she turned and flung back the sheets on one side of the bed. “You get in, love partner mine.” She went round the other side and turned the covers there. “I’ll enter here and we’ll meet in the middle and join in love. And, if you don’t mind, let me lead and call the shots.”

He bowed his head, “Of course.” At the same time reflecting that for someone who had been many times deprived she was managing this very competently indeed. Perhaps many long absences had left her ferociously determined to make every opportunity she got a memorable occasion.

They met, joined and after a delightful fondling interlude he mounted and slid into her.

From then on it was pure bliss.

Over an hour and a half later the lady householder, her live-in companion and their unexpected visitor were in the lounge, sitting round the coffee table. A bottle of chilled white wine had been brought from the refrigerator and they were having what all would have quietly thought of as a celebratory drink. Marie was wearing her bed jacket, Marcia a belted dressing gown.

The police presence up on the ridge was no longer heard but it was assumed they were still there.

“These friends of yours should be here soon,” Marcia said to the man.

As if in answer to this a vehicle was heard to quietly stop outside the home. There was a street light outside Marcia’s property and her house number was large and well illuminated. A short pause and the new arrival was heard to turn into the driveway and slowly make their way up beside the house. They stopped outside the kitchen door.

“We’d better go and meet them,” said Marcia. As one they all stood and, still holding their glasses, went into the kitchen.

The vehicle was a car. The driver got out and went to the kitchen door which Marcia opened to admit her. She was a woman in her early forties, solidly built, with a square determined face with a pointed chin. She wore a belted rain jacket with the hood pulled about her head. The man stepped forward.

“These ladies have very kindly sheltered me in their home. They’ve been very kind and we’ve had a pleasant evening.”

The woman looked at the bed jacket and the dressing gown and smiled. “I can quite believe it.” Then turned to the man and nodded to the ridge behind the house. “You certainly touched off a hornet”s nest up there. They may well search the area. You’d better not be around if they do. And we should be on our way.”

“Well then,” said Marcia, “We’d better finish these,” she indicated the remnants of the drinks in their glasses, “And see you off.” She held hers up, “Bon voyage.”

Marie, holding the bottle, tipped the last inch of wine into a kitchen glass and handed it to the woman. “Sorry there’s not any more. But then, you’re driving.” The chauffeuse smiled, held it up in silent toast and drank it quickly. She turned to the man, “We’d better be going.”

The male visitor looked at his two hostesses for the evening and then kissed both of them fully on the mouth. “Thank you, both of you, very, very much," he whispered softly. Then turned and went out the kitchen door to the car. His driver smiled, waved briefly to the pair and followed him.

The car was backed out of the driveway and driven quietly away.

Marcia and Marie watched them go. “I wonder if we’ll ever see him again,” mused Marie “I don’t suppose we will.”

“You forget,” answered Marcia, “I know his address. And it’s not all that far away. If he doesn’t visit us. We can visit him.”

They both smiled in anticipation.

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