ow I was at a loose end until the ladies had worked their notice. As I was no longer working, time hung heavy on my hands. The ladies, on the other hand, were extremely busy. Not only were they winding down at work; finishing off projects, bringing paperwork up-to-date and briefing their successors, they were also beavering away setting up the network of bank accounts and dummy companies we would need for our money laundering scam. As I understood not one word of what they were doing, I kept well out of their way. And that made me even more fractious as, when we did get together, they were knackered and preferred cuddles to hot sex. It never occurred to me to use Charles's power and just make them get in the mood.
"Why don't you go out and screw some girls?" Lola finally said in exasperation. "Have a night with whatshername, Harry, and her friend."
I was instantly contrite. "I'm sorry. I'm being a pain in the arse. You two are working so hard and doing so much and I'm doing nothing but sit on my bum and grouse. To be honest, I feel a bit useless."
"Now you come to mention it," Lola grinned, gliding into my arms, "there is something you could do." She traced my cheek with one elegant finger. "You could go house-hunting."
"House-hunting?"
"We'll need somewhere to live when we become rich so wouldn't it be a good idea if we had some idea of what and where?"
"What did you have in mind?"
"Somewhere big; with room for expansion. Think about it. There's us and your two young friends and however many more will be in your harem. Then we need cooks and maids and gardeners and a handyman or two and secretaries and assistants and…"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture," I laughed ruefully. "You think big, don't you."
As she had been speaking, she had been rubbing herself against my growing erection. "I do. And there's something else big that I'm thinking of just now."
"I thought you were tired," I teased.
"I am - but not that tired."
"Hey, what about me?" Tonia complained, looking up from the laptop she was working at.
"I'm the one with the big ideas," Lola grinned.
"And the butt to go with it."
I cupped one high, round cheek and squeezed. "Feels just fine to me," I grinned. "But perhaps I should inspect it just to make sure."
"I think you'll find it meets specifications," Lola said mock coyly.
Antonia closed her laptop with a snap. "And I think you need an independent ass-essor," she said, coming over and squeezing Lola's other cheek.
"You're hardly that," I laughed, grabbing one of Tonia's cheeks. "But I'm the ultimate authority and final arbiter. I declare that a thorough and detailed inspection is required."
Tiredness forgotten, we headed for the shower where I conducted a comprehensive manual examination of both ladies' bottoms and other parts of their anatomy and declared that they were both perfectly irresistible, a fact I proved to our mutual satisfaction in bed.
'House hunting', in Lola's terms meant literally that. Any thought I had of touring the local property centre and browsing their brochures was quickly knocked on the head.
"What sort of house do you think we'll need?" she asked.
"I don't know. Biggish, I suppose," I shrugged. "There's the three of us and Harry and Debbie."
"Biggish?" she sighed. "How does 'huge' grab you?" I looked at her blankly. "I thought we'd already covered this. You really don't understand what you've got, do you?"
"Obviously not," I said a bit crossly.
"Right. There's you and me and Tonia and your two little friends."
"Debbie and Harry."
"Debbie and Harry, right. So that makes five to start with. Then there'll be others."
"Others?"
"We went through this the other day. You don't imagine your harem will stop at the four of us, do you?"
"I hadn't thought about it. I'm still a bit overwhelmed at having you and Tonia," I confessed.
"You say the sweetest things," she said, stoking my cheek. "But take my word for it, there will be more. Some you'll just want to fuck and some you'll want to keep like I hope you want to keep Tonia and me."
"I couldn't imagine life without you," I said instantly and sincerely. It never occurred to me that she might be fishing.
"Sorry," she muttered. "Momentary insecurity."
I hugged her tightly. "Don't be. You know I love you."
"And I love you," she practically whispered.
I was taken aback and deeply touched. From what I knew of her she was not the sort of person to display her emotions openly. We tarried a while, enjoying the feeling of comfort and closeness.
"You don't mind?" I asked when we parted. "If there are others?"
She laughed. "No. I'm away from all that legal crap. I'm getting to take part in the most exciting project of my life. I'm going to be filthy rich." She grinned at me slyly. "And the side benefits are excellent."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"It doesn't, does it?" Again the sly grin.
"Lola. I need to know. It's important."
"I thought it would be every man's dream - a harem of willing women."
"It is. It's the willing bit I'm questioning."
She sighed. "You're not going to let me off the hook, are you?"
I grinned. "No, Ms Lawyer, I'm not. I need to know how you genuinely feel about sharing my affections with other women."
"Only your affections? And only women?"
"Lola. Why are you dodging the issue?"
"I'm not."
"You are. You're jinking about so much a bullet wouldn't touch you. I need to know." I took her hands in mine. "Look me in the eye and tell me why it's such a problem."
She looked me in the eye but there was a look of pleading there as if to say, 'please don't make me do this'.
"I don't know," she said quietly. "It's almost as if I was afraid to look too closely. Will you accept that I truly don't mind sharing with as many as you want - male or female."
"Thank you, my love. I realise that was hard though I don't understand why. But I'll accept your word. Now, tell me again why we need a huge house."
She took a deep breath. "First there's your harem. Four just now but an indeterminate number in future. Do you like cooking and cleaning?"
"Not particularly," I said, surprised at the question.
"Neither do I," she grinned. "Nor does Tonia. Debbie and Harry might but we don't know so let's assume they don't. So we'll need a cook and a maid or two and a handyman."
"Or woman," I grinned.
"You're naughty. Or woman. Then we'll need a secretary or two. Oh, and possibly a computer nut."
"Why."
"My love, we're going to be very, very rich. We're going to use the money we make in Spain to invest and make us even richer. Remember that first night when we talked about power. The reason we're going to Spain is to create a ground stake, that's all. Once we've got the initial capital we're going to invest it in all sorts of businesses. It'll take a couple of years but in the end we won't be millionaires, we'll be billionaires."
"Bloody hell!" I exploded. "You don't think small, do you?"
She laughed. "Now you see why I'm so excited about this. Why Tonia and I were willing to throw away our careers."
"So you're only after me for my money," I said jokingly although there was a hint of seriousness in the question.
She looked me straight in the eye. "No. I belong to you body and soul. Never, ever doubt that for even a single instant. Tonia and I are yours, now and forever."
Her voice had such a ring of utter conviction that I looked at her sharply. Her face glowed with love and adoration. It was both scary and exhilarating at the same time. I drew a deep but shaky breath.
"Thank you. I've said it before and I'll say it again; I love you, Lola. And I love Tonia and Debbie and Harry. I can't tell you how good it feels to know you're with me."
We gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment, then she giggled.
"And if we step out of line, you could always get Charles to use his influence on us."
"I never even thought of that," I protested.
"I know. And that's why we love you. All this power and you're worried your women might tire of you."
"I'm just not used to it, I guess," I said sheepishly.
"Don't worry, you will be. Now do you see why we need a huge house?"
"What size did you have in mind?"
"Big enough for, say, ten at the start but capable of being expanded to double that. And don't forget we'll need space for offices and that sort of thing."
"It doesn't have to be all one building, does it?"
"Why? Do you have an idea?"
"Not really. It just occurred to me that something like a house with out-buildings or a farm or something would be more flexible than a single big house."
"I like it," she grinned. "Now all you have to do is find it. And I meant what I said about Debbie and Harry. Take them out and screw them rotten."
I didn't. Instead I did some research. I trawled the estate agents, the local property centre and the internet looking for ideas. I was astonished at what there was for sale if money was no object - everything from stately homes to tracts of land 'suitable for development'. I rejected the latter as we wanted a house we could move into without waiting years for planning permission and builders. I also rejected anything that smacked of 'huntin', shootin' and fishin''. The idea of 'landed gentry' did not appeal.
Armed with a list of possible sites, I sallied forth. And here I made my first mistake. I wanted seclusion and seclusion means, 'not easily seen'. All that was visible from the road of the first property I visited was a high wall, a pair of wrought-iron gates and a driveway curving away through some trees. To get a better look I would need to do some tramping. Instead of going home and finding my walking gear, I found a safe place to park, vaulted a low wall into a field and set off. I hadn't gone half a mile before my shoes were caked in mud, my jeans were wringing and I had torn my jacket. By the time I thought of having Charles make me some more suitable clothing, it was too late. Moreover, I was still too far away from the house to see anything. Thoroughly pissed off at myself, I returned home where Tonia didn't help matters by bursting into laughter and making a comment about being dragged through a hedge backwards.
A hot bath helped me feel human again. Tonia apologised for her outburst and I confessed, ruefully, that it had been my own fault.
"Why don't you go out and have some fun?" she said.
"What about you and Lola?"
"I'm too busy and too tired and Lola probably will be, too. Go on. Go see Debbie and Harry. They'll be feeling neglected."
She was right; I had rather been neglecting them.
Debbie was overjoyed to hear my voice.
"Well, I was planning on washing my hair tonight," she said coyly when I asked if she'd like to go for a meal.
"I'll wash it for you," I offered.
"You mean, like, in the shower?"
"Or the bath. Wherever you like. And perhaps Harry would like to help."
"If you like." She sounded a bit disappointed.
"Forget Harry. Just you and me. What sort of food do you like?"
"Anything."
"I don't know of a restaurant that serve that."
"Huh?"
"Anything. Tell me what you like."
"Oh." She giggled. "Mexican, then."
"Mexican it is. In an hour, okay?"
"Fine."
I did a double-take when I picked her up. She was dressed in black trousers that moulded themselves to her bottom and the contours of her mound then hung loosely over her legs, a tight black jersey tank-top and a lime-green half-cardigan buttoned underneath her breasts. The effect was to emphasise her breasts making them look even larger than they really were. I held out my hand and, as she took it, I raised it to my lips and kissed her palm. I noticed she'd paid extra attention to her make-up as well.
"I don't think I'll survive dinner," I said. "You look stunning."
"I was beginning to think you'd forgotten me," she pouted.
"How could I do that?" I said. "And please don't pout like that."
"Why not?"
"Because it makes me want to kiss you and if I did that we'd never make it to the restaurant." She giggled and blushed. "I have been neglecting you," I continued. "Things have been a bit hectic recently. But tonight is just for you,"
She blushed again and I handed her into the car.
She didn't say much on the way to the restaurant. I got the impression she wasn't much of a conversationalist and I don't like chatting when I'm driving. She opened up a bit once we were eating and I began to draw her out.
"Do you enjoy selling furniture?"
"S'okay. It's a job."
I grinned. "That doesn't tell me if you enjoy it or not."
She grinned back and shrugged. "It's okay. It's a job."
"Are you good at it?"
She blushed. "Not really."
"Oh? I would have thought you would have been, given your natural assets."
Her blush deepened. "You mean my tits? They're the problem."
"How so?"
"I don't really like to talk about it." She squirmed in embarrassment.
I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes. "Please tell me. I really want to know."
"Customers spend more time looking at them than the furniture. The women are the worst, especially if they're with their husbands. Their mouths sort of purse up and you can see the disapproving look on their faces. If they notice their husbands staring at my tits, they just drag them away and I've lost another sale."
"That's a shame. You do have very beautiful breasts but you are much more than a pair of breasts. I suspect you're actually a good salesgirl."
She sighed. "I suppose so. I have to work twice as hard to make a sale. Sometimes I wish they weren't quite so big."
"I don't believe that for a moment," I grinned. "If it were true you wouldn't be dressed the way you are."
"That's different," she protested. "I want you to like them. And like me."
"I do like you - and your breasts and every part of you. You are a very sexy girl and a nice person, too." She suddenly became very interested in her food. "The reason I haven't been in touch is that I've been very busy. Have you seen Harry recently?"
"Yes, she was on the phone the other day."
"Did she tell you about me and what was going on?"
She blushed furiously. "She did sort of mention you'd taken her out for a meal."
"So she told you about Antonia?"
"Yes. I thought that was why you didn't want me any more."
"Oh, Debbie, I'm sorry. It's not that way at all. I do want you." I sighed. "Look, things have become a bit complicated. I'm going to be going away for about a month. When I come back, I'm going to be buying a big house, probably in the country. Would you like to come and stay with me?"
"Will Harry be there?"
"Most likely."
"And your other lady friend?"
"Antonia? Yes. And her friend Louise - Lola. She's a lawyer."
"A lawyer?" I nodded. "Then why do you want me there? And what would I do?"
"I want you there because I want you, Debbie. I want you to be part of my life. And you can do whatever you like. Nothing at all if that's what you want. What are you good at?"
"Not selling furniture, that's for sure," she said with a wry grin.
"I think I can guarantee you won't have to sell any furniture," I laughed.
"So there'll be you and me and Harry and Antonia and her lawyer friend?"
"To begin with. As Lola keeps telling me - think big. We'll need a cook and a housekeeper and some sort of maintenance person and God knows who else. Every time I turn around she's added another dozen to the list."
"But me and Harry and the other two - do you… do they…?"
"If you mean 'will you have to share me with the others?' then the answer is 'yes'. Is that a problem?"
She shook her head. "I shared you with Harry." Another thought struck her. "Harry said she and Antonia… well they…. you know. Will I have to do that?"
"Not unless you want to. Nobody's going to force you to do something you don't want to do. If you want to live like a nun, well, I'll be disappointed but it'd be your choice. Look, you don't have to decide now. Nothing's going to happen for some time yet."
"It's okay. I've decided. I want to come with you."
"I'm very glad," I said sincerely. "I would have been disappointed if you'd said no."
"I'm glad too. Can we go home now?"
"Certainly," I said surprised. "Just let me pay the bill and I'll drive you back."
"No, I meant to your house." She leant forward, blushing furiously and whispered, "I want you to fuck me."
I was instantly hard. "I think I can arrange that," I whispered back, "but we'll have to wait a few minutes."
"Why?"
I glanced down at my lap. "Because if I stood up just now everyone would see how much I want to fuck you."
"Ohhh," she breathed, then giggled. "You'd better be quick 'cos if you're not, I won't be able to stand up either."
It took me a moment to work out what she meant. "You're a wicked woman, Debbie," I growled. She giggled again.
I had Charles make me soft while I paid the bill. I could swear he sniggered. Outside, Debbie turned to me with her face uptilted, looking for a kiss.
"No," I said. "If I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop. Get in the car."
I drove home as fast as I could. Neither of is said a word but the tension was palpable. I handed her out of the car and, hand-in-hand, we practically ran up the stairs. There were no preliminaries, no foreplay, no subtlety. As soon as we were inside the door we started tearing our clothes off. I didn't know if Tonia and Lola were here or not, neither did I care. We fell on the bed and I was buried deep inside her and we were humping like there was no tomorrow. Her knees came up and she tried to hook her ankles around my waist. Her arms were around my neck and her face was buried in my shoulder. Small, animal whimpers emerged from her throat every time I thrust into her. My hands were under her shoulders, straining her to me. I could feel the pillowy cushions of her breasts shifting under my chest.
I could sense she was getting close so I thrust even harder. Her teeth dug into my shoulder and her vagina clamped around my cock. She clung to me a shuddered as she came. I was more than grateful for Charles's control.
"Iloveyou, Iloveyou, Iloveyou," she mewled. "Don't stop. Take me. I want more."
Despite having just cum, she wriggled beneath me, urging me to continue. I did. I pounded into her, oblivious to everything but the soft, curvy body beneath me and the sensations of my hard cock sliding in and out of her hot, tight wet cunt. Sweat dripped from our bodies. I moved my head and tried to kiss her. It was awkward but we managed and, as my cock pistoned in and out of her at one end, our tongues duelled at the other. She rose towards another peak. She tore her mouth from mine and gasped for air as another fierce orgasm swept through her. "Now, Charles," I thought. He released my pent-up climax and I dug my toes into the bedcovers and rammed my cock as hard into her as I could and shuddered and screamed as I pumped my cum into her. Her arms were like a vice round my neck and her heels drummed against my back.
"Oh, God, I can feel you cum. Yes, so good. Fill me up," she cried.
I continued to twitch long after I had stopped cumming. She made a slight movement and that made me twitch. Her vagina twitched in sympathy and that made me twitch again. In the end I was so sensitive I couldn't take any more and had to slide off her.
"That was intense," I murmured.
"I've never cum like that before," she murmured back, stroking my hair. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Promise you won't leave me?"
"Never. I promise."
We lay for a while until our hearts had stopped pounding and the cooling sweat on our bodies made us shiver. I dragged her reluctantly up and into the shower. We were so drained that all we could manage was to wash the worst excesses from our bodies before crawling back into bed. I know I could have used Charles's power to be instantly refreshed but the sex-induced euphoria was so wonderful I wanted to savour every moment.
"Why are human relationships so convoluted," Charles grumbled. "You've another woman waiting next door. Why don't you go and fuck her too."
"Piss off, Charles," I thought sleepily. "Change the sheets before you do."
"Brain the size of a planet and I'm changing sheets," he groused.
A naked Tonia peered tentatively round the door. I patted the bed beside me and she scampered over and snuggled in at my back.
"That was hot," she whispered.
"You were peeking."
"Yes," she giggled. "I'm a naughty girl."
"Naughty girls get spanked."
"Promises, promises." She nibbled my ear and wriggled her breasts against my back. "She's got amazing breasts. I've never seen ones so big."
"She's not into girls."
"Pity."
A half-thought struggled to penetrate my tired brain. "I'll talk to you some other time. I'm too tired to think just now."
"I'm not surprised. You fucked the arse off her."
"Tonia! That's most unladylike."
"I know," she giggled. "I'm a naughty girl."
"Be good and go to sleep."
"Yes, boss stud."
She settled down, curling a possessive arm around my waist. I was puzzled by her odd behaviour and the tendrils of an idea I couldn't quite catch but was too shattered to concentrate.
"What's she doing here?" Debbie shrieked.
I struggled from some formless dream and forced my eyes open. The curtains were light so it must be morning. "Huh…? What…?"
"Her." Debbie sat up and pointed, pulling the sheet around her breasts. Her hand was trembling.
"That's Tonia. She sort of lives here," I said shortly. "I told you about her last night, remember?"
"What's she doing in your bed?"
"I was sleeping," Tonia said, looking flustered and cross.
"But… but…" Debbie spluttered.
"I've only got one bed," I said soothingly, "and it's big enough for three."
"But it's not right." Debbie was almost in tears. "Not after you… we…"
"I think you two need to talk," Tonia said, getting up, unconcerned that she was nude. "I'll make breakfast."
"Debbie, what is your problem?" I asked.
She put her face in her hands and burst into tears. I took her in my arms and made soothing noises and stroked her hair. She tried to resist but I held her tightly.
"Talk to me," I said softly when her sobbing eventually subsided into soft snuffles. "What's the matter?"
"I dunno." Her head was buried in my chest which was wet with her tears.
"You got a shock," I said, keeping my voice as soft and soothing as I could. "You didn't expect Tonia and that's my fault. I should have told you but we got rather carried away. I'm sorry."
"I just didn't expect…"
"No. I know you didn't. I should have said something."
"Does she… live with you?"
"No. We're working together but she has a day job so we have to work in the evening and sometimes she stays over. I've only got one bed."
"Oh. Did you know she was here?"
"I didn't think about it."
"And you don't care that she heard us last night?"
"No." It suddenly dawned on me that Debbie was embarrassed. "Did it bother you that Harry was not only here but in bed with us the last time?"
"That's different. Harry's my friend."
"And you don't know Tonia. I understand. Look, Debbie, I explained this last night and you said you didn't have a problem. There's you and Harry and Tonia and Lola and you're going to have to get used to the idea of sharing me. I should have checked whether Tonia was here and introduced you, I admit, but, as I recall, we had other things on our minds at the time." I cupped a breast and hefted it.
"I suppose we did." She blushed and giggled.
"Anyway you've got nothing to be ashamed of. Come on. Let's see if Tonia's got breakfast ready. I'm starving."
I climbed out of bed and held out my hand. She looked around then blushed.
"Have you…?"
It took a moment for the penny to drop. "A robe? Sure, if you want one."
I found my old bathrobe. Of course it didn't fit her being far too long. She rolled up the sleeves but could do nothing about the hem trailing along the ground.
"You'd look much better without it," I grinned. "And besides, Tonia will be insanely jealous of your tits."
She blushed and giggled and took my proffered hand but didn't take off the bathrobe.
In the kitchen, Tonia was putting the finishing touches to breakfast. She was wearing her robe; a sensible terry thing but so short it barely covered her bottom.
"I suppose a belated introduction is in order," I said. "Tonia, this is Debbie. Debbie, Tonia."
Tonia clasped Debbie's hand between hers. "It must have been quite a shock for you," she said warmly. "I know how I'd have reacted to wake up with a strange woman in bed with me. He's a total pig and I sometimes wonder why I put up with him."
"Oh, no, it's not his fault, really," Debbie stammered and blushed. "We were sort of distracted last night."
"I can see why he was distracted," Tonia smiled. "But that's no excuse for rudeness."
"I'm sorry, mother," I said mock-contritely.
"Just see you don't do it again." She wagged a finger at me. "Now come and give me a good-morning kiss then give delectable Debbie one, too, and, if you do it nicely, we might think of forgiving you."
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soundly. I could hear Debbie's gasp of surprise.
"Was that nicely enough," I asked archly.
"Whew. I think I need to sit down for a moment," she fanned her face as if she was hot.
I gave Debbie the same treatment. She resisted, embarrassed, I think, about the situation but it was only for an instant.
"I really do need to sit down," she said when I released her. Her face was flaming.
"Am I forgiven?" I asked.
"You're fishing," Tonia chided.
"But just look at what I've caught," I leered.
"Sit. Eat," Tonia laughed, giving my arm a playful slap.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Debbie said as we tucked in.
"No more to be said," Tonia waved her fork, her mouth full of food.
"Yes, but…"
"Look, Debbie, you're one of us. We're all learning how to cope with a new situation." She giggled. "How many men do you know with four wives?"
Debbie's expression was priceless. "Wives?" she gasped.
"In practice if not on paper. Think about it."
Debbie looked at me and I nodded. "It's a bit abrupt but I suppose that's as good a term as any."
"But… Wives…? Like marriage?"
I put down my knife and fork and took her hands in mine. "If by marriage you mean a desire to be with someone for a long time and want to live with them and share your life with them then, yes."
"Yes, but what about rings and vows and walking up the aisle and all that?"
"If you want a ring, I'll get you one. But it's not about rings and churches is it?" She looked puzzled. "When two people love each other, they want to spend the rest of their lives together so they make a public vow that they will love, honour, cherish and obey and all that. Do the vows make them love each other more?"
"Well, no, but it makes it legal."
"Two questions. The wedding vows say 'till death us do part'. How many marriages do you know have made it that far? That's the first question. The second is; how many couples do you know live together without being married?"
She thought for a while. "The answers are 'not many' and 'lots'," she said at last.
"So what does that tell you about wedding ceremonies?"
"That… that…"
Her face was screwed up in anguish as the cold, hard fact that marriage certificates weren't worth the paper they were written on came crashing in on her. Suddenly she burst into tears. Tonia and I were instantly by her side.
"What's the matter?" Tonia asked gently.
Debbie raised a teary face. "My Mum was so looking forward to a white wedding." She clutched at my hand and looked at me from tear-stained eyes. "Do you love me?"
I grasped her hands tightly. "Yes. And I want to live with you as long as you want to live with me. Will you?"
She nodded, smiling between her tears. "I guess my mum's going to be disappointed."
There was something nagging in my mind. I turned to Tonia and clasped her hands in mine. "Antonia, I love you with all my heart. I want to live with you as long as you want to live with me. Will you?"
"Oh," Tonia gasped and sagged back in her chair. "I never thought… Yes, of course I do. You know that but thank you for asking. It makes a girl feel wanted."
"Good. That's settled then." I picked up my cup of coffee. "I'm going next door. You need to talk to Debbie. About Charles," I added at her puzzled look.
"Yes, but…" she glanced up at the clock. "I'm going to be late for work."
"So be late. What can they do? Fire you?" I said firmly.
She sighed. "Yes, master." But she was smiling.
Half an hour later I heard her voice as she rushed to the bathroom. "Call me a cab for twenty minutes."
I did then went to find Debbie.
She looked at me with wide eyes as I came into the kitchen. "Is it true?"
I nodded. "How do you feel about it?"
"I don't care so long as you need me."
I held her tightly, delighting in the feel of her large breasts squashing against me then, once Tonia had gone, slamming the door as she dashed out, took her back to bed and made gentle love to her.