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issue for the four of us. We’ve known each other most of our lives.” She yawned. “Maybe I am sleepy after all. You really wore me out this time.”
    “I expect we wore each other out.”
    “Maybe we’ll have time for a quickie in the morning before having to get ready for work.”
    “Maybe. And there’s always next week.”
    “Always,” she said. “Damn, I’d love to feel your hot cum squirting into my pussy.”
    Brett drifted. He’d have to alert Jen that Donna wasn’t going to give up on exploring poly relationships anytime soon. He sighed. He wasn’t even sure how he felt about it. How would they decide who to include and who to exclude? How would such a commitment alter what they already had? Which was damn good, as far as he was concerned.
     
    * * * *
     
    Watching Carl climb carefully onto the massage table situated in the center of Jen and Brett’s downstairs playroom, Jen winked at her co-conspirators, Donna and Alice. “Ladies, before we begin, we should really disrobe. We wouldn’t want to get oil on our clothes.”
    “Figured you women would find some excuse to get naked,” Carl responded.
    “You can’t be the only one naked,” Donna chided. “You might feel shy and lonely.”
    “This man,” Alice said, with pride, “isn’t shy, particularly when he’s naked. And he can hardly be lonely, with me hanging around for over fifty years.”
    Jen blew Alice a kiss and patted Carl’s fanny. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be out golfing with Brett and Ryan than being here surrounded by three naked women eager to make you feel better.”
    “Didn’t have a choice,” Carl grunted, into the massage table. “Haven’t been able to golf since my knee replacement.”
    Donna slapped his rear with authority and Carl startled, emitting a groan.
    “Did I slap too hard? Let me help your butt feel better.” She leaned over the table and dragged her boobs across Carl’s bottom. She grinned when he sighed deeply. “Does that feel better?”
    “You could be a top notch nurse with those skills. Thought this was supposed to be a gentle massage, not a BDSM display.”
    “Complain. Complain.” Donna ran her nipple gently along the rise of Carl’s rump and on up his back.
    “Damn woman, how am I supposed to lie on my stomach on this table with a growing hard-on?”
    “We may have to take care of that later,” Jen said with a chuckle as she oiled her hands and began to work on Carl’s left shoulder. Across the table Alice kneaded her husband’s right shoulder.
    “This,” Carl sighed, “is going to be heavenly. Have to admit it. You three are something else.”
    “Is this better than the nineteenth hole?” Donna asked, working on Carl’s right hamstring.
    “Much. Though I might fall asleep on you guys. Wonder if Brett and Ryan know what they’re missing.”
    “I expect they do,” Jen said. “They were flashing eyebrows at us as we got the massage table out of the closet. I don’t think they’ll miss much, though. We do have all night. I’m so happy you two agreed to stay the night.”
    “Don’t usually do that,” Carl grunted. “Sort of against our principles, but you guys make a nice exception.
    This time it was Alice who winked at her. Jen smiled in return. Alice had more than a little inkling about the conversation Jen and Donna wanted to have with them. While she wasn’t totally on board about moving closer or forming some sort of poly relationship, she hadn’t balked at the ideas. They all knew that Carl would be the tough nut to crack. He’d demonstrated on more than one occasion his fierce independence and corresponding stubbornness.
    Unsure how to broach the topic the three women wanted to talk about, Jen gave a questioning look to Donna and then Alice. Both shrugged. Clearly the conversation was in her lap.
    Exhaling a deep breath, she worked on Carl’s neck muscles and said softly, “Alice tells us you two are thinking about downsizing.”
    “More like Alice is