get something to drink – and while we were there, I briefly told them about the conversation I'd just had with Marlyn. All of them seemed happy and relieved to know that she'd accepted our relationship.
When we got back to the den – with drinks for Marilyn and Marlyn, too -
I could see as Marlyn looked at each of them in such a way as to let them know that what I'd told them was true. Each of them gave her a small nod, and smile of thanks.
While Marlyn listened to Marilyn's detailed account of the previous evening, I saw the others go into what I called one of their huddles: while not obviously excluding anyone, someone that knew them could see that they were hatching something. After some whispering and head nodding, it broke up – I knew that whatever it was they were planning, they weren't ready to put it into play yet. I only hoped that it didn't have anything to do with me – anyone else was going to have to watch out for themselves.
After a little time, Robyn and Susan said their goodbyes – and were as amazed as I was when Marlyn dared to wish them farewell with a kiss on the lips. Granted, it was very chaste, but the change from kissing their cheeks was still surprising.
When Marilyn finally ran down, and headed to the bedroom to put her things away, Candice and Sandra asked her if she and Marilyn wanted to go shopping with them the next day, Saturday – Candice had decided that she could stay for the weekend, and wanted to spend more time with all of them. Marlyn looked hesitant, but they didn't have much trouble getting her to agree – particularly when they said that they thought Jan and Kelly would be going, too, making it a 'Lady's Afternoon Out' as Sandra put it. When I heard that, I got my first hint of who their plan was directed at – but couldn't quite figure out what it was.
When they'd gotten the time set up, Sandra said her goodbyes – getting her own kiss back from Marlyn, and another on the cheek from Marilyn who showed up just in time. Marilyn busied herself with cleaning up the den; on her own insistence, she'd taken charge of light cleaning – which included cleaning out Cat's litter box. Candice took the opportunity to sit on the couch next to me before pulling my arm around her waist.
Marlyn didn't bat an eye, other than to move to a chair so that Candice and I would have room to stretch out a little bit. Marilyn didn't seem to notice or care. Kelly was her Tita Kelly, I was her Tito Dan; she seemed to think that anything either of us did was just fine – with the
We were still like that, watching TV, when Kelly came home an hour later – giving me a raised eyebrow when she saw Candice with my arm around her, and Marlyn sitting across from us while Marilyn lay on the floor.
When she came over to kiss us, I whispered to her 'later'. Candice and I watched in amused anticipation when Kelly went over to kiss Marlyn, too – and her surprised reaction to what Marlyn had in store for her.
Later that night, Candice and I explained to Kelly about the discussions she'd had with Candice and Susan, and then me. Kelly was obviously pleased by the change in Marlyn, and had a smile on her face as the three of us settled into bed.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself spooning with Candice – who was spooning with Kelly. From the bathroom, I made my way into the kitchen to get the coffee started, then on into the den with the morning paper. Late, when everyone was awake, it was pancakes for everyone (Marilyn's favorite) – followed by a morning of cartoons. Marlyn tried to object that we were spoiling her, but quieted down when I softly pointed out that she'd have to do without all of it, soon enough.
The three of them were dressed and ready when the others showed up at 1:00 for their afternoon together. I was still in my robe, and got discretely groped a couple of times as they said their goodbyes before leaving.
After an afternoon of reading and listening to classical music, I was ready when they got home in early evening.
It was when I saw the bags they were carrying that I realized that Marlyn and Marilyn had merely been targets of opportunity for their plans – I was apparently the ultimate goal. I didn't doubt that it was going to be an interesting evening when virtually everything in their hands carried a logo with a common theme: Victoria's Secret, Lingerie by Linda, Boudoir Essentials, and so on.
Kelly distributed her packages to the others and came over to where I was sitting in my favorite chair. The others – except for Marlyn and Marilyn – just giggled as they trooped back toward the bedrooms.
Planting herself in my lap, Kelly told me 'We had a really nice time this afternoon. We all had a really nice talk with Marlyn, and she really is fine about all of us – and even you. So we celebrated with some shopping, and we're going to show you what we bought.'
I gave her the fisheye, and she laughed before I told her 'From the logos on those bags, I've got a pretty good idea what you bought.'
She just grinned, and said 'Yeah, but we still want you to see it. On us.'
'And Marlyn is okay with this?'
'Well, she was a little nervous at first, but we reminded her what a gentleman you are, and she decided that she wanted to do it, too. I think it's her way of saying thank you for being so patient with her about all this. And even Marilyn is joining in. Of course, they didn't have any stuff like ours in her sizes, but we went to some department stores and found some really cute stuff for her.'
At my raised eyebrow, Kelly told me 'Really, she wants to. I don't think you understand how much she loves you – it's like she almost worships you, and she's SO happy when you compliment her about something. You're the only real guy in her life that's been nice to her. Marlyn understands that, and she knows you'd never do anything with Marilyn, so she's fine with it. So just sit back and enjoy the show!'
There wasn't anything else for me to do but tell her 'Just remember: if I have a heart attack, you have to explain to the coroner how it happened!'
Kelly just laughed and gave me a kiss before joining the others in whichever bedroom they were in.
I went in to get myself a beer, and had barely settled back into my seat when the bunch of them flowed into the living room.
The rest of them had remembered the advice I'd given them about selecting things for themselves from the first 'fashion show' they'd given me – and apparently relayed it to Marlyn, and even Marilyn.
Candice, Jan, Susan, Sandra, Kelly, and Robyn were wearing an assortment of teddies, bustiers, camisoles, negligees, panties, thongs, g-strings, and anything else they could find – and between the six of them, the stuff couldn't have weighed more than a couple of ounces. If beauty, sexiness, and pure desirability had been the only criteria, I couldn't have picked just one of them if my life had depended on it. Marlyn's outfit was somewhat tamer – but not a lot. It was clear that she had small, dark nipples capping her firm breasts; below, the small dark smudge of her pubis was obvious. When she saw me looking at her, she blushed – but didn't turn away or try to conceal herself. She visibly relaxed when she saw me smile my appreciation of her physical charms.
Marilyn was shyly waiting her own turn for my perusal – happily sporting a soft, thin cotton outfit that made it clear she was female: it fit snugly enough that I could make out the shape and color of her nipples where they distorted the fabric of her bra. Her panties were molded to the shape of her mons, hinting at the cleft behind them. With more and better food available to her, I could see that Marilyn had added a couple of necessary pounds to her frame, softening its gentle curves.
Both of them were delighted when I said 'Dalawang maganda Filipinas!'
(Two beautiful Filipinas)
With what could only be the first of several rounds over, each of them stopped to give me a kiss before heading back to the bedroom – and getting a pat on the fanny in return. When Marilyn kissed me on the cheek, I kept my hands to myself, only to see a look of mild disappointment on her face as she left. Marlyn's reaction was the same, if less obvious, when I showed similar restraint with her.
Several minutes later, they came in to show off their next set of outfits. Kelly paused by me long enough to whisper 'they're feeling left out' – then putting her hand on one of her ass cheeks as she walked away. It took me a second before I realized: not only Marlyn, but Marilyn, would welcome a pat on the butt from me. I gave Kelly a discrete nod, and she smiled back before I looked them over again.
All of them had changed into different outfits, of course – but the net effect was the same. The others were as beautiful and sexy to me as they always were; but it was Marlyn – and even Marilyn – that truly caught my eye.
Proudly sporting a camisole that did precious little to hide what was under it, Marlyn was a vision. Her nipples were clearly erect, the filmy material of her top revealing just how firmly her breasts stood out on her chest. Below it, her panties were cut high on her legs – pulling the thin material of them tight against her pelvis. I could barely
