We spent the rest of Sunday afternoon doing laundry for Catie's mom (towels, sheets, etc.) and we had it started by the time Marianne was back. We also did our own laundry so that we it was easier to pack for our return trip to Chicago. Catie and I were mostly packed by Sunday night. The four of us were sitting around just talking about different stuff (three of us quite mellow from the afternoon fuck sessions). The conversation turned again to Christmas plans. I neglected to write about it in earlier chapters, but a Christmas tree was already up and gathering some gifts.

As I mentioned previously, Catie felt that it was probably a good idea for her to come back out to Portland to be with her family this Christmas after the "scare" that they had with her dad. The good news was that her dad had made really good progress and would likely be home in seven to 10 days after being released from the rehabilitation center. And he was expecting to be get back to his business by the first of the year.

Catie had wondered, very early on, if she needed to transfer or quit her job and move back to Portland to be with her family when things looked much more serious. She was considering a different move to be closer to me now that the immediate crisis had passed. There was nothing set in stone about it. It was just a thought to look at more seriously as time went on. I had actually suggested that Catie could move in with me since the house was becoming mine as part of the property settlement with my ex-wife.

Although it wasn't completely out of the question for me to move to Chicago and change employers, my preference was to stay nearby to my son. Catie knew that. I had managed to negotiate with the engineering firm I worked for and get my travel under control so that I was home more often than I had been prior to the discovery of her affair. I didn't expect my ex-wife to move because her family and her boyfriend's family lived in the greater Raleigh-Durham area. And while it was possible that a career change or some major opportunity might have them move (and might change my calculus), it seemed unlikely. Catie knew I was devoted to my son and that, as a father, I really was and wanted to be involved in his life.

But other than Christmas, those were all plans to be acted on and finalized later. Since Catie wasn't coming with me to DC, it changed other plans (like schedule with family and friends and maybe where to stay). Again, we had plans to meet in Denver at the end of January but I suspected that we'd find a way to get together after Christmas and well before the end of January.

I planned to leave Abby's Christmas presents here in Portland under the tree for her to open then. I asked Catie if she wanted me to leave her presents here rather than having her take them back to Chicago and then back to Portland. She told me that I could leave them and so I got the presents I had purchased (and had wrapped) and placed them under the tree.

It was actually going to warm up in Portland after we left (and it had been warmer, at least part of the time, in Chicago than in Portland). I joked that it was good acclimation for me because when I returned to Raleigh my new skis and bindings would be ready for pickup on December 9th. I planned to take my new ski package "out for a spin" on December 11th at Beech Mountain near Banner Elk, NC. At the time, I only had a couple of days of skiing experience (one in Virginia and one at Mount Hood's Palmer Glacier/Snowfield), but I was thoroughly pumped at taking taking the leap, buying a package and committing to becoming a decent skier. I had promised my son that I would take him in the spring of 1986.

Our stay in Portland was winding down. Catie, Marianne and I would be visiting Catie's dad the next day before we left and Marianne was taking us to the train station. Abby would be going back to school the next day and we would have boarded the train to head back to Chicago before she was home from school. And it would be dark shortly after we left Portland to head up the northside of the Columbia River.

I could only imagine how tired and stressful it was on Marianne to celebrate Thanksgiving under these circumstances. I realized that it was even more fortunate that what Catie, Abby, and I were doing apparently wasn't discovered by any other family members because things probably would have gone very differently had their mom, or any other family member discovered our sexual escapades. Marianne decided to call it a night and headed to bed. I don't really remember what was on the television that night.

After a few minutes Abby asked the question (of me) "When will I be able to see you again?" I heard that as a troubling question that I didn't have a good answer for.

"I don't know. We haven't scheduled the next trip out here (referring to Catie and I) and I'm not scheduled to be back out here for work until the summer. We'll have to talk about it."

"How about coming to visit you?" Abby asked.

"Are you asking about seeing us in Chicago, Raleigh, or some other place or are you asking about seeing me?"

"Any of those."

Once again, I sensed trouble but gave a measured response.

"We can talk about it. But you do know it's okay if you find someone else to play with including someone your own age?"

"But they won't be like you."

"That's always true with a new person. But think about how much you've learned and how it might be fun to teach someone what you like and to learn new things that you haven't even imagined with someone you choose. We'll just see what the future unfolds before us."

"And you wouldn't be jealous of someone else?"

"Only if they are older than me!" I said with a laugh. We pretty much left it at that.

When we went to bed, most of the tape copies were completed. They would all be complete by the morning. Catie and I took off our clothes and cuddled in bed together as we considered the days events.

"Did I tell you how hot it was to watch you through the viewfinder of the camera and to know I was recording you you while you and Abby were going at it?" Catie asked.

"No. But Abby mentioned the same thing about watching you and I. But you know, I noticed the same thing when I was recording you and Abby."

"I didn't expect to be turned on so much by it. It makes me hot now just thinking and talking about it. But, thank you," Catie said.

"For what?" I asked

"For being a good sport about it."

"You know this can still bite us in the ass by doing all of this."

"Yes, but it sure is fun." There was no doubt about it. It was fun, it was wild, and about the craziest and most dangerous thing I had done. A few months later, a song that really rang true to this situation (Danger Zone) was one of the top hits in the US. But it also equally applied to my skiing.

We drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I awoke about 4:30 AM on Catie's side of the bed. She was sleeping on her side (as was I) and I was nestled up beside her in a classic spoons position. I heard Abby's voice as she lifted the blankets and sheets and she said. I lifted my head.

"Hi, guys. Can I join you?"

"Your sister is still asleep. But, sure." I laid my head back down as Abby crawled into bed with us. Catie stirred as she crawled in but didn't wake up. Abby slipped in behind me and I was now "the meat" in the sandwich between these two women. My arm was draped over Catie and Abby's arm was draped over me and Catie or was stroking me. A few minutes later Catie awoke to turn over and found our bed companion behind me.

"I hope you don't mind," Abby said. "You will be gone before I get back from school and I want you fill me just one more time before you leave." Catie told her it was okay with her if it was okay with me. She turned over to watch Abby and I one more time. Abby spent most of the time on top of me. Catie wasn't just an observer, though. At times, she was sucking on one of Abby's breasts while I was sucking on the other one. At other times, she was sitting on my face facing Abby as they played together.

Once again, I felt my own orgasm building in this very erotic scene. I relaxed to enjoy the pressure building within. Catie realized that I was approaching my orgasm as she and Abby enjoyed theirs and she reached over and turned on a light.

"Watching you cum is the next best thing to feeling you cum inside me," Catie said. She got up on her knees beside Abby and I and reached under Abby's buttocks to coddle and gently squeeze my balls. "Cum on, baby. Fill her up!" I didn't take much longer to let myself go over the edge. Abby ground down on me to have me in her at maximum depth.

I was cumming inside of Abby.

"Mmmmm! I love feeling each pulse inside me," Abby cooed. They were opining that it was almost like they could feel my cum "spraying" inside them. I found it very erotic to have them talk about what it was like to have me cum inside them. I had heard this type of talk among women in the dormitories a decade before. But it was never a conversation about me. This was different.

I didn't know whether Abby was looking for a second time before leaving us. It didn't take long to find out. As I softened inside her, she reached for something that she brought with her. When I slipped out of her, she quickly reached down between her legs and slipped in a plug to hold my cum inside her. I think that was the first time I saw any type of plug being inserted and used.

I didn't know if Catie was also going to take a turn with me. But it became obvious in the quiet conversation that Catie was not, telling me that I needed to be ready for when we boarded the train and referring to our first acts of us engaged in anal sex and me cumming inside her before we left the borders of Oregon. We talked about likely places for us to be engaged in our anal sex activities as we traveled back across the US. We had our own hot plans to carry out. Abby spent another 15-20 minutes cuddled with us indicating that she hoped she didn't have to wait a long time for me to "cum again." She got up and headed back to her room noting that she was looking forward to going to school with my cum inside her.

At the time, I didn't give this plugging much thought. Given what I knew, this seemed more like a "badge of honor" type of situation where she could claim that, after we left on Saturday night, that she still had me inside her and that the tangible proof was a fresh load of cum held inside her. It was later that I thought that something nefarious might be happening.

"That was nice," Catie said to me as she cuddled against me once again.

"Yes! But we really need her to find a boyfriend to fuck her." We talked about that a little before drifting back to sleep.

We were up a little before 7 AM. Abby was almost ready to leave for school when Catie and I came downstairs. Abby gave me a box wrapped in Christmas paper and handed Catie an unwrapped box. Catie opened the box and there were six VHS tapes inside. Abby indicated that I received VHS tapes as well but there was also something extra for me in the box for Christmas.

She had to leave for school. She hugged Catie and told her thanks for everything and that she'd see her at Christmas. Abby gave me a kiss and then a hug. She whispered in my ear that she was going to miss me and that "I can hardly wait until you cum again." She gave me a little smile and another more impassioned kiss before picking up her stuff and heading out the door to her car.

Catie and I finished packing and we spent a pleasant morning with her mom. There were all sorts of things we talked about. We talked about skiing and my developing interest (there are some good places to ski in Oregon) and our plans to meet in Denver when I would be teaching a course. Catie had been skiing before but it had been years since she had last been on skis.

In the middle of this conversation Catie asked her mom about how she might feel if she (Catie) moved from Chicago to Raleigh to be closer to me. She didn't seem surprised at the thought and asked when Catie would make the move if she/we did this. We indicated that we hadn't really worked that out, yet. We didn't know if Catie could get a transfer to Raleigh (and not change her employer) or whether an employer change was going to be necessary. Catie said that she would be looking into that when she got back to Chicago.

And then there was the bigger question: would she live with me or would she have her own place? Again, we didn't know. We had thought of this next phase as us living together since we were now well into adulthood. One of the "mistakes" my ex-wife and I had made was not having us live together when the opportunity presented itself after she had graduated from college. My ex-wife had yielded to the pressure of disapproval by her mother and later admitted that she had regretted that. But Catie wanted to get a sense of what her mother and father thought before we went through with that plan. Of course, there was all the uncertainty of a developing relationship, a change in geography, possibly a change in employer or even the type of job. But in many ways, Catie and I had flourished because we stepped up and took risks (maybe some unnecessary). There was certainly nothing plain and vanilla about our relationship and we both felt like we had miles to explore before we established or reached limits, just so long as we did it together.

"Dear, that's really up to you two." At least we didn't have an overt objection to the idea. In that moment, my mind raced to the the thought of all those future times of Catie and I in my waterbed together. Maybe then we'd play with the bondage idea that she had, but this time with the brass bed frame. The thought was incredibly arousing to me. I quickly brought myself back to reality.

Catie and I got ready to leave with her mom to go see her dad at rehab before catching our train. We finally closed our suitcases and I took them to the car. "Still cold," I thought. We had a quick lunch before leaving the house.

We had a nice visit with him and he was really looking forward to being back in his own home. Things would be different for a time when he returned. In retrospect, he had no idea about how different things really were (e.g., that I was sexually involved with both his daughters and that wasn't true before he had his stroke). We didn't discuss the possibility of Catie coming to live with me. That was a conversation for a later time.

It was time for us to head to the Portland Union Station to take our train back to Chicago. We said our goodbyes. Catie's return at Christmas was acknowledged. I wasn't sure when I'd be back next and wished him success in his recovery. Marianne took us to the train station and came into the station with us while we waited to board the train. Finally, we were called to board and, after hugs, kisses and waves, we got onboard and were directed to our room. As veterans of this route, we were familiar with the way things worked. The sun had just set and we would be leaving in the late twilight under a cloudy sky.

We closed the curtain on the doorway and locked the door but left the curtains open on the windows. On the top level of the Superliner car, unless you were directly at the window or were otherwise visible at nearly the same height, there wasn't much that could be seen from outside. What was interesting was that our room was on the left side of the train facing Portland Union Station and the train station has three levels/floors to it. While you might not be able to see anything from the platform level, it was possible that people in the rooms on the second and third level could look across at the train sitting at the platform and, looking over the top of the platform cover, could look directly into our room and see what we were doing when the lights were on. We waved down to Marianne once we were in our room and then watched her walk down the platform to go back through the station. We could look across at the train station and see that some of the rooms were lit and others were dark.

Catie told me that she had given herself a small clean out enema while she was getting ready to leave the house. But we hadn't taken the extra time for us to share enemas during the week. Catie told me that the second thing we were going to do (after undressing each other) was for her to give me a nice warm enema. She got an enema bag out of my suitcase and filled it in the sink. She had me bend over and hold myself up with my arms and shoulders while I spread my legs for her to slip the nozzle into my rectum. She hung the bag up on the edge of the bunk using a coat hanger that we brought along just for that purpose. We did this with the lights on.

I can imagine what it might have looked like to someone in the train station, assuming they could see into our window. Me, with my legs spread and bent over taking two quarts of warm water. Catie, inserting the nozzle and then sitting on the couch stroking my cock and taking it into her mouth while making sure that I took all of my enema.

We had a basic plan. It was to get me good and hard and then have Catie apply any necessary lubrication so that Catie could assume the position I was in and have my cock slide all the way into her ass before the train pulled out of the station. After the train started to move, we had a few minutes of riding time before the train turned to cross the Willamette and then the Columbia River for me to cum inside Catie before we crossed out of Oregon and into Washington. Right after crossing the Columbia River (and entering Washington) we would make a quick stop at the Vancouver, Washington Amtrak station before beginning our journey up the Columbia River Gorge. After that, we had plenty of time to enjoy the multiple anal sex sessions (and enemas) while we were passing through the other states. I know it seems silly. But it was the game we were playing as we travelled back to Chicago.

The bag drained into me and Catie closed the clamp. She wanted me to try to hold the nozzle in while I entered her. We figured the train would leave on-time and I started to push my cock into her ass a couple of minutes before the scheduled departure time She could see the bag and hose reflecting in the window from our position and knew where that hose (and nozzle) disappeared and she could watch me push into her. I was all the way inside her and slowly stroking in and out when we heard to short toots of the train horn. With that, the Portland section of the Empire Builder was pulling away from the station.

I made sounds like an old piston steam locomotive as we left the station. Catie laughed at the silliness. About three miles up the Willamette River, we made the turn across the bridge to cross it. The train wasn't going that fast as it headed the next three miles to cross the Columbia River and to enter Washington. I was cumming inside Catie as we approached the Columbia River. We crossed Hayden Island and then into Washington. The Vancouver Train Station was just beyond the river. Although the train station was visible to our left as we pulled through (another multi-level train station), the actual loading platform for the Empire Builder was not directly in front of the train station. I slowly kept stroking inside of Catie to keep myself as hard as I could while we were stopped (only a couple of minutes) and then as we headed out of Vancouver and along the Columbia River.

My cum continued to lubricate us as we roll eastward down the river and I wanted to continue to a second orgasm if I could. But the enema inside me was trying to get out and I wasn't sure I would be able to hold it that long. I told Catie that I had to release my enema and she told me to go ahead. And with that, I carefully pulled my cock out, lifted the bag from the top bunk, turned around and opened the bathroom door and got myself on that small toilet. I pulled on the hose and the nozzle slid out of me. Then came that first big gush of water.

"There you go. Let it all out..." Catie was saying as maybe the first half of the enema came pouring out of me. I left the door open and Catie got down on her knees and took my cum-dripping cock, that I had just pulled out of her ass, and took it into her mouth. That was the first time I remembered her doing an overt ass-to-mouth action. It wasn't even a request (or requirement) of her to do that. She just did it. Of course, in the past she had taken my cock into her mouth while I was expelling numerous times after vaginal sex. But this was notable because it was so unexpected.

I had tasted the lubricant that we used before and it wasn't a great tasting gel. I guess if there was anything going for Catie, it was the fact that she had used a sparingly amount on herself and I.

As I continued to expel the much needed enema, she continued to suck on me. The volume being released was diminishing rapidly and finally she told me to get up, clean up, and then to get out on the couch because she wanted me back inside her. After wiping myself off, I flushed the toilet and joined her on the couch where she was waiting for me on her belly. It didn't take me but a moment to slide my cock back into her ass and to resume from where we left off.

And so it went for another 20 minutes, or so, as we progressed up the river. It was completely dark now and we saw the lights near us go whipping by our window. As towns like Camas, Washington went by our window, I wondered if anyone got more than just a glimpse of us. About 40-45 minutes after leaving Portland, I came inside Catie's ass once again.

"Well, that takes care of Washington," I said. Next on our state chart was Idaho and that would be a little less than eight hours in the future. We chatted about intimate sexual desires while I laid on top of Catie's back. I was still managing to stay inside her, at least for a little while.

"You know what I'd really like you to do?" she asked.

"Fuck you again?"

"Besides that?"

"No, what would you like, my dear?"

"I'd like you to lick my asshole clean just like you do with my pussy."