"I'm honored that you would even ask me that, William," Helen said. "I

promise you I'll think about it long and hard, it's a very appealing

idea."

William said, "When Carrie picked you to wait on us in your store, none

of us could have known the kind of person you are." Grinning, he added,

"Although I'm sure Carrie will tell us later that she knew exactly what

she was doing." Serious again, he continued, "I don't believe in destiny

or fate, but I think it must mean something that we found you. I have a

feeling that you belong with us, and if that's something you also feel,

we'll find a way to make it happen. Let's not talk about it any more

now. Think about what you want, and in a few weeks we'll discuss it

again." Helen nodded, then turned to me and gave me a big hug.

We talked about other things for awhile, then William said it was too

cold to fuck, we should start for home. On an impulse, I asked, "May

Helen and I stay for a little longer? We'll bring the blankets back with

us."

William gave me a stern look. "Do not, under any circumstances, stay out

after dark. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. We'll be back at the house before dark," I said. He pulled

his pistol out of his pocket and handed it to me. I smiled, took the

gun, and slid it into my coat pocket. William helped Carrie pull her

jeans on over her leotard. Then while Carrie helped William into the

backpack, Helen and I each took a big drink from the canteen. Carrie

took the canteen from me, then she and William gave us a smile and

started down the hill, hand in hand.

Helen and I were sitting on the blanket. I put an arm around her and

pulled her to me. She looked into my eyes and said, "I don't think it's

too cold to fuck."

I laughed. "You're crazy, it's way too cold, let's wait until we're back

home. I just wanted to be alone with you, to see what it's like." Helen

pointed out that we had been alone in bed together several times.

"That's another reason not to fuck, you might find out that you don't

want to be alone with me unless we're having sex." Helen laughed and

pushed me down onto my back.

We shared a long, passionate kiss, then Helen said, "I want to be with

you from now on, and I don't care if we're alone or in a crowd, as long

as we're together."

"Would you really consider moving here?" I asked. "There's no way you

could live here and keep your job."

"I would love to live here with all of you, but I don't think I could do

it as a slave," she said. "Would William really consider any other

option?"

I said, "I wouldn't have thought so, until I heard what he just said.

"Now, I think he would definitely consider it. Maybe we could live

together as two couples, I could stop being his slave and become your

partner." I paused, then added, "But you have to understand that I'll

always be their sexual partner, and their mate, for the rest of my life.

In my mind, that doesn't prevent you and I from being partners, too.

Neither does it prevent you from being sexually active with them. In

fact, it would probably work better if we were all fucking one another."

"I'm still working on that one," Helen said. "It's hard to imagine that

kind of arrangement without jealousy or competition. But it seems like

the three of you have found a way, maybe it would work as well for four."

I said, "When William's ready to talk, we'll lay out all of the options,

and try to find one that works for everybody. Carrie and William are

smart about things like that, they'll help us find the best solution. I

trust them."

"That's good enough for me," Helen said, then gave me another kiss. When

our lips separated, she started unfastening my jeans. "What do you think

you're doing?" I asked her.

"Lie back, I'm going to prove it's not too cold," she told me. I did as

she said, and she unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my knees.

Then she stretched out between my legs, I pulled the second blanket over

the two of us, and she went to work on me with her lips and tongue. She

soon had me moaning, and then she reached up under my coat and sweater

and began rolling and squeezing my nipples.

Within only a few minutes, I had a great orgasm. When I recovered enough

to speak, I said, "You win, it's not too cold. Let's trade places."

"Not until I give you one more," Helen said. I relaxed completely and

let her do whatever she wanted, and about five minutes later I came

again. She looked up at me and smiled. "Now it's my turn," she said, "I

wish we'd brought the strap-on."

While I was pulling my jeans up so we could change places, I told her

that our first purchase together would be a strap-on harness and several

dildoes. Helen smiled. "I can't believe I never tried ass fucking

before, I like it a lot," she said.

"Then you'll get it, every day," I said.

She gave me a sexy smile. "Only once a day?" she asked, then she blushed

and cracked up laughing.

We didn't talk much after that, except for Helen telling me how much she

loved me every ten seconds. I made a mental note that she probably

wanted me to tell her the same thing, more often than I did. I tended to

keep quiet during sex, but Helen tended to talk about what was happening

and how it made her feel. She talked a little too much, I thought, but I

was getting used to it, and I guessed she would like me to talk more.

I actually gave Helen three orgasms, until she finally asked me to stop.

After I helped her pull her jeans up, we lay together and cuddled under

the blanket for maybe fifteen minutes, until finally I told her we

should head back home. As we were folding the blankets, Helen said, "You

know what? When you said we should head home, I thought I would like it

a lot if this was my home, here with you and Carrie and William. I'm

going to spend a lot of time thinking about it, and try to decide what I

really want, like William said to do. I think it could work." I gave her

a big kiss, then we started down the hill. She was right, it could work.

Once we got below the steepest terrain, Helen and I walked hand in hand

back to the house. It was just starting to get dark when I knocked on

the back door. William soon appeared to open the door for us. I fished

his gun out of my pocket and handed it back to him, happy to be rid of

it. He was grinning ear to ear, so I knew that something was up. As soon

as we got our coats off, William said, "Come to the living room, we've

got news."

In the living room, Carrie was sitting on the couch, barefooted and

wearing her sheer black gown. When we came in, she jumped to her feet

and hugged me, then Helen. She looked at William, and said, "May I

please tell them?" Still grinning, William nodded to her. Carrie then

turned to me, took both of my hands in hers and said, "Philip called

about twenty minutes ago. Your brother is in jail in Denver, being held

without bail. He'll be arraigned Monday, for kidnapping, among other

things."

That made me very happy, although I would rather have heard Arthur was

dead. I threw my arms around Carrie's waist, squeezed her tight, and

lifted her up until her feet came off the floor. Then I did the same to

Helen, and then to William, much to his surprise. What the news meant to

me, in the short term, was that it was safe for me to leave the house

and stay with Helen. Safe for me, but more importantly, it was safe for

Helen, because it had crossed my mind many times that I would be putting

her at risk by moving in with her. It was a big relief.

"How should we celebrate?" William asked.

Helen said, "Let's go to my apartment right now. We'll rent a movie,

order pizza, and you can spend the night. Tomorrow, we can do some more

tourist stuff."

That sounded like a great idea to me. Carrie and William liked it, too.

He looked at the clock on the mantle, which read a few minutes past

five. Turning to Carrie, he said, "Call Philip and tell him we'll be

leaving in about half an hour for Helen's. We'll be back..." Looking at

Helen, he asked, "Monday morning?" She enthusiastically nodded her head,

and William looked back at Carrie. With a big grin, she went to the

office.

Putting an arm around each of us, William said, "Let's go pack." As we

were walking to the bedroom, he said, "Helen, do you mind if your

weekend as a slave is cut short by a day?"

Helen turned and smiled at William. "Why does it have to be cut short,

Master?" she asked. "I can obey you in town, as well as I can obey you

here." William grinned, then gave both of us a kiss on the cheek.

In the master bedroom, William consulted with Helen about what clothes

he might need the next day, then he sat in his favorite chair and

watched while Helen and I packed his suitcase. When we finished, he sent

us away to pack for ourselves. The only thing he specifically told me to

pack was my long, sheer gown. On our way to the guest bedroom, we passed

Carrie going the other way. Obviously excited about taking another trip,

she hugged and kissed both of us in the hallway, and thanked Helen for

her idea. "I can't remember the last time I had pizza, or watched a

movie," she said. I couldn't either.

By the time Helen and I returned to the master bedroom, Carrie was

packed and dressed, in jeans and a sweater like Helen and I. We all

agreed we were ready to go, so we put our coats on and headed to the

back door of the house. On the way out to the SUV, Helen offered to

drive, and I was mildly surprised that William agreed. As he tossed her

the keys, he grinned and asked, "Are you sure you know the way?"

Helen acted like she was going to throw the keys at William, but then

she took hold of his arm and kissed him on the cheek. "Yes, Master, I

know the way," she said in mock submission, her eyes lowered. William

laughed and returned her kiss.

Uncle Phil was waiting for us in front of his house, bundled up against

the cold. Helen slowed to a stop beside him and lowered her window. He

looked surprised to see her in the driver's seat, but before he could

speak, Helen asked, "Are you the one who rescued Char from her brother?"

When Uncle Phil said he was one of my rescuers, Helen quickly put her

arm around his neck, pulled his head into the truck, and gave him a long

kiss on his lips. When she finally released him, Helen said, "Thank you."

It was one of the few times I ever saw Uncle Phil looking flustered, but

he quickly recovered. "You must be Helen, I'm Philip," he said. After a

pause, he smiled and asked, "Is there anyone else you'd like me rescue,

Helen?"

"Watch it, Philip," Carrie said, "your sense of humor is showing."

Uncle Phil peered into the back seat at Carrie. "Raising you strained my

sense of humor to its limits, Carrie, I'm just starting to recover," he

said with a straight face. We all laughed, even Uncle Phil.

Uncle Phil made a half-hearted attempt to talk us out of leaving after

dark, and when that didn't work he offered to come with us, but he was

just going through the motions. The truth was that all of us, Uncle Phil

included, had thought that my brother was our last serious threat. With

Arthur in jail, it was time we stopped acting like scared rabbits. He

walked over to the gate, unlocked it and swung it open, and we were on

our way.

While Helen drove, Carrie chatted with her about what sights we should

visit the next day. I was content to sit beside her in the front seat

and hold her hand, and before I knew it we were in the city. Then Helen

pulled into a strip mall which had a video store and a convenience mart.

We went to the video store first, where we quickly realized that neither

William, Carrie, nor I knew anything about the current popular movies.

We let Helen choose for us, and she chose a romantic comedy and an

action adventure. She said we could try one, and if it sucked we had a

backup.

Next we went to the convenience store. Helen grabbed two six-packs of

beer, several big bottles of soda, and a jug of wine. When Carrie

suggested we should get a more expensive wine, Helen said, "This is

cheap stuff, but trust me, it's great with pizza."

On the way to Helen's we decided what kind of pizza to get. As soon as

we got into her apartment, Helen placed the pizza order, while Carrie

and I put the beer and soda in the refrigerator. I was seeing Helen's

apartment in a whole new way, knowing it would be my home in another

week. When she hung up the phone, Helen turned to William and said,

"It'll be here in half an hour."

William sat in Helen's easy chair. "Strip for me, Helen," he said.

Helen said, "Do you want me to strip, William, or just undress?"

William smiled. "That's an idea, we'll find some music and have a strip

contest, but some other time. For now, I just want to watch you undress."

"Yes, Sir," Helen said, and began taking her clothes off. After she had

pulled her sweater off, she said, "One moment, please William," and ran

to the bedroom. Carrie and I looked at William to see his reaction, but

all he did was shrug his shoulders. In a moment, Helen returned and

handed William some money. "For the pizza," she said. Carrie said we

would pay, she had her credit card, but Helen said if you wanted to pay

with plastic, you had to tell them when you placed the order. She then

looked at William. "May I finish undressing now, please William?" she

asked.

William smiled, thanked Helen for remembering the money, and told her to

continue. When Helen was completely naked, William pointed to a spot on

the floor near him. "Please kneel, facing the door," he said. He meant

the outside door to her apartment, where the pizza would be delivered in

a few minutes. Helen looked a little uneasy, but she obeyed without

saying anything. William then looked at me and said, "Char, please

undress."

When I was kneeling beside Helen, William had Carrie undress and kneel

beside me. He sat and looked at the three of us without saying anything,

until the doorbell rang. Then he smiled at us and said, "Everyone to the

bedroom and put your gowns on, please." Helen sighed, Carrie giggled,

and we all got to our feet and ran to the bedroom.

As I was closing the bedroom door, I heard William open the outer door

and speak to the pizza person. When I turned back to Helen and Carrie,

Helen put her arms around both of our waists and pulled us to her. "I

had a wonderful time at your house," she said, "and I'm so glad you

agreed to spend tonight and tomorrow with me." Carrie put her arms

around our shoulders and kissed both of us on the lips, then she said

we'd better get into our gowns before William got impatient.

We sat around Helen's coffee table having our pizza. William was on the

couch, and the three of us were on the floor. He had made us bare our

butts to sit, and the carpet was tickling my pussy. I guessed from the

look on her face, and her occasional squirms, that Carrie had the same

problem.

The pizza was mouth-watering good, I'd forgotten how much I liked it.

William and I had beers, while Helen and Carrie were drinking Helen's

pizza wine. Carrie agreed with Helen that, while it wasn't an especially

good wine, it did go very well with the pizza. I took a sip from

Carrie's glass, made a face, and said it tasted terrible. William said

it probably tasted bad to me because the wine taste conflicted with the

beer taste. Whatever the reason, I thought it was awful.

Before we sat down, Helen started the movie playing. She chose the

romantic comedy to start with, because none of the rest of us knew

enough about either movie to have a preference. But no one was really

watching the movie, we were enjoying each other's company and the

conversation.

After the pizza was gone, we rearranged ourselves so we could watch the

last half of the movie. I was on my back on the floor, with a pillow

under my head, and Helen was on her side with her head resting on my

belly. William was back in the easy chair, and Carrie was stretched out

on the couch. After awhile, Helen moved up until her head was beside

mine. A minute later, she said, "You know I love you, don't you?"

"Of course I know that, I love you, too," I told her.

She was quiet for awhile, then she whispered, "I want to go down on

William. It's the only thing I haven't done with him, and I want to see

what it's like. But I won't do it if you don't want me to."

I didn't want her to, I was still feeling jealous and insecure about

William and Helen. But then it occurred to me that, if it was Carrie

wanting to blow William, I wouldn't have given it a second's thought.

And I loved Carrie every bit as much as I loved Helen. "I don't mind," I

told her.

Helen kissed me, a long tender kiss. Then, a few moments later, she got

up, walked over to William's chair, and knelt between his feet. I don't

think she said anything to him, but he knew what she wanted. She had

offered to suck him once at our house, but he had told her she wasn't

ready. This time, he looked at me to see if I would object. I just

smiled at him, so he nodded his permission to Helen.

Helen loosened William's belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants, and

then pulled out his semi-hard cock. After spending a few minutes kissing

and licking it up and down it's length, she took it into her mouth and

began.

I was alternating my attention between the movie and Helen, having

decided that what she was doing with William really didn't bother me

that much. The next thing I knew, Carrie was lying beside me on the

floor. "Let's go into the bedroom and have some fun," she whispered to

me.

I knew she wanted to get me out of the living room, so I wouldn't have

to watch Helen. "I'm fine, I'm Ok with it," I said. "If you want to

play, let's do it right here." I felt Carrie's hand at the back of my

neck. She released the halter clasp of my gown, then gently uncovered my

breasts.

"I never get tired of looking at them, they're so beautiful," she said.

Then she lowered her lips to my left breast and gently bit my nipple

while she flicked her tongue over it. She knew what that did to me. She

nibbled on me for a few minutes, alternating between nipples, until she

had me moaning. Then she straddled me at my waist. Towering over me, she

reached behind her neck, released her halter top, then leaned down until

our breasts were pressed together. Lowering herself a little farther,

she pressed her lips to mine and we shared a passionate kiss.

William once said that watching Carrie and I fuck was like watching a

ballet. I'm not sure he had actually seen a ballet when he said that. I

know he's watched a few since then, and he hates ballet. What he meant

to say was, we looked like we were performing physical exercises that

had been practiced to perfection. But as I remember it, Carrie and I

always tried our best to mix things up, and not do the same things in

the same way each time; and besides that, we were always experimenting,

trying new techniques. So, if it looked like a rehearsed thing, I'd have

to say it was because we were just good together. That night, on the rug

in Helen's living room, we were very good together. Within a few

minutes, I had tuned out everything but Carrie. Helen was gone, William

was gone, the movie was gone, my whole world was Carrie's body and mine,

and what we were doing to each other. Maybe Carrie was just trying to

distract me, I don't know, but it was magic. She wasn't even trying to

make me cum, or to physically exhaust me. She just led us to a very high

plateau of pleasure and held us there. I think she could have held us

there indefinitely, if she'd wanted to.

When I became aware again, William and Helen were watching us. William

was still sitting in the chair, his pants back on. Helen sat on the

floor between his feet. She looked like she was afraid to blink, for

fear she would miss something. Carrie looked back at me, and I saw the

gleam in her eye, and I knew what she knew. We had done enough, we both

began a slow climb to orgasm. About a minute later, we both came at the

same time, and it was a monster. There was a scream, and I honestly

don't know if it came from me, from Carrie, or from both of us. When it

was over, we looked at one another and began giggling, then laughing,

and then we shared a final kiss and lay quietly in each other's arms.

Nobody said anything. The room was quiet, leading me to guess that the

movie was over. I had no idea what it had been about.