Well, they did get laid that night, big time. I was in the mood, and the girls rose to the occasion. Angela was particularly amorous, but Emmy wasn’t too far behind.

“My tummy is going to be too big for this soon,” Angela said as we relaxed in the afterglow, which made Emmy laugh.

“You are barely showing,” she said. “And even when you get as big as a house you will still be very sexually attractive.”

“The same goes for you, Em,” I said, caressing her still flat belly. “In fact, I’m pretty sure both of you two will be drop-dead gorgeous when you’re as big as houses.”

“I don’t want to be as big as a house,” Angela moaned.

“It will be a very small house. Maybe a… a hut?” Emmy suggested.

“A very beautiful hut,” I added.

Angela couldn’t help but smile at that, so I kissed her tummy.

“I already feel as big as a studio apartment,” Angela said, trying to keep a straight face.

“A very nice studio apartment,” I said, kissing her tummy again.

Fighting the urge to stay snuggled in bed the next morning, I got up early and was at the gym when they opened the next morning. Kitty was manning the desk again, and she gave me a big smile when I walked in.

“Leah! I’m glad to see you again!” she said as I signed in.

“I’m glad to be seen again,” I replied, giving her a smile so she knew I was just teasing.

“Um, did you have a chance to look over the gym hours and other information on that sheet I gave you yesterday?” she asked, reminding me that I’d forgotten to show it to Angela and Emmy.

“I did,” I said. “And I hate to say it, but I don’t think I’ll be taking advantage of everything you have to offer.” I casually flicked my wedding ring with my thumb to make my point clear, and she caught the movement.

Shrugging, she said, “The offer is open.”

A couple of hours into my workout I realized quite a few people were watching me as I shadowboxed. I’d staked out a corner of the large matted area at the back of the gym for my exercises and the other gym users were keeping well back as I practiced my elbows, kicks and punches, but quite a few had stopped their own workouts to gawk.

My first inclination was to stop and go do something else, but then I thought there was no reason for me to alter my workout simply because others were reacting funny. I kept at it, dealing blow after blow to my invisible opponent until the timer on my sports watch said my hour was up.

As I took a few minutes to towel off my face and drink some water, the bald-headed trainer came over to talk.

“How long have you been fighting?” he asked.

“A few years now,” I replied.

“You’re bloody fast, mate,” he said. “Bloody fast.”

“That’s what people say,” I said.

“Where d’you fight?” he asked.

“Mostly alleys and empty warehouses,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes with as much of a ‘shove off’ vibe as I could give him.

He looked as if he was going to say something, but the look on my face convinced him to go back to whatever it was he was doing earlier. Satisfied that I would be able to finish in peace, I spent the last hour working with the heavy bag, mostly on my kicks, but throwing a few punches and knees in there, too.

Done with my workout, I threw on my sweats for the short walk back to the hotel. Kitty followed me out the door.

“Did you really tell Walt that you’re a street fighter?” she asked breathlessly when she caught up.

“That isn’t what I said,” I told her without slowing down or breaking my stride.

“But he-” she objected, but I interrupted.

“Where, or even if I fight is nobody’s business but my own, got it?” I said, turning to look her in the eyes.

“Well, right, but-”

“No buts. I signed up for a week at your gym, but if you’re going to pry I’ll find someplace else,” I told her.

Hurt, she said, “I just… I just think that’s really…”

Finally stopping to talk directly to her, I faced Kitty squarely and said, “Look. You don’t need to know anything about me, about where or who I fight, or even if I do in fact fight anybody, ever, at all. I’m just using your gym to stay in shape while I’m in town, that’s all.”

Kitty looked as if she wanted to say something, but bit it back and turned away to go back to the gym, only glancing over her shoulder once.

Satisfied I’d get no more questions from her, I made my way back to the hotel. Emmy and Angela were dressed and ready for the day when I got back to the room, so I took a quick shower while Emmy and Angela watched. They made a game of toweling me off afterwards, to which I had no objection at all. Of course, I got a few good gropes in as well, naturally.

That afternoon The Downfall had an in-studio at the Australian Broadcast Corporation’s local facilities, which was only about a mile away on the other side of the Yarra River. Rather than going to the studio and merely being in the way, Angela and I opted to explore the park across the street from the hotel.

The park wasn’t huge, but it was a nice walk anyway.

"This park reminds me of the Kensington Gardens in London,” Angela remarked, “It’s a lot warmer, though.”

I smiled and squeezed Angela’s hand as we walked. She’d echoed the thoughts I’d had only moments before. “Yeah, the breeze is nice, isn’t it? I gotta say, as cute as you were all dressed up for the winter there in London, the summer outfit you have on now is even better.”

Angela halted and turned to me, pulling me to face her. She stood on her toes to get closer, so I obliged and gave her a kiss there by a little round faux-Greek temple thing. We kissed for a while, holding each other and ignoring the handful of other park visitors who passed us by while we showed our love to each other.

“I can’t even say how happy I am right now,” Angela said, leaning her head on my chest as we just stood there, arms wrapped around each other. I kissed the top of her head, hoping that my silence was communicating the depth of my love for her in a way that words couldn’t do.

Eventually we resumed walking in a companionable silence, just holding hands and enjoying being with each other.

After a while, Angela spotted a coffee place there in the park and steered us to it. “I’m not really hungry,” she said, “but a pastry or something would be really good.”

Angela wound up getting a cinnamon muffin, a croissant and a raspberry scone- so much for the not very hungry thing. She was eating for two, after all, and maybe little Angela Jr was very hungry.

When we got back to the hotel, Angela asked if I could snuggle with her while she took a nap, so that’s what we did. Angela quickly drifted off to sleep in my arms while I pondered my life.

Emmy returned maybe an hour later, breezing in the door, laughing while looking over her shoulder at somebody in the sitting area of the suite. When she saw that Angela was asleep she immediately quieted down.

Smiling at the sight of Angela and me cuddled up, she asked in a quiet voice, “Do you mind if I go out with Lee, Jen and Jackson?”

“Of course not,” I said quietly. “But take Grant and Tiny.”

“Bien sûr,” Emmy replied softly. “You two are so adorable,” she said, leaning down and giving me a gentle kiss. “I will be back later.”

When Angela woke up I told her that Emmy had gone out with the others and we were on our own for dinner.

“She didn’t want to have dinner with us?” Angela pouted playfully.

“It’s alright,” I said. “We didn’t want to have dinner with her tonight, either.”

“Could we maybe just get room service and stay here in bed?” Angela asked, her big blue eyes pleading.

“What would we do in bed all evening?” I asked, trying for a puzzled expression.

“I’m sure we could think of something,” Angela said with a sly grin.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Castro?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm,” she replied, nodding.

“You didn’t get enough last night? And here I thought I was the beast.”

“I’ve just been really excitada for a while now,” Angela said, running her finger down my collarbone, then over my chest and down my breast, finally circling my nipple with her fingertip. “And you in those jeans, the way your butt and strong thighs pull them so tight…” She cupped my boob in her hand, swirling the pad of her thumb around my nipple, which was now as hard as a pebble and so sensitive I could hardly stand it.

“Lee, I love looking at you. You are so… so powerful, so… I don’t even know the words. Sometimes just looking at you I get so turned on I just want to drag you into someplace private and sex you until neither one of us can stand.”

“Ange, baby,” I said, leaning forward to give her a kiss. “Feel free to give in to those feelings any time you get them.”

She smiled, her expressive face full of delight and amusement. “So can we order room service and then spend the rest of the night sexing until neither one of us can walk?”

“We can absolutely do that,” I confirmed. “In fact, I think that’s an excellent idea.”

“We can make Emmy sleep on the wet spot as punishment for going out without us,” Angela said, laughing.

Angela stayed in the bedroom while I put on clothes to answer the door when dinner was delivered, but when the coast was clear she came out to join me wearing nothing but the thong panties she’d slept in.

Not that I minded her state of undress, mind you. Even losing her washboard abs, she was still a truly beautiful woman with one hell of a sexy body and I enjoyed every glimpse I ever got of it. After dinner we made our way to the bedroom’s en suite bath for a little soak. The tub was not great, but we got close and made it work.

“Lee,” Angela said, more like a sigh than a spoken word as she lay back against me in the tub.

“Hmm?”

“This is better than the life I could ever have dreamed for myself,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for coming into my and Emmy’s life,” I said. “I was happy before with just Emmy, but I’m much happier now with you, too.”

After the bath, Angela covered the bed with towels so she could give me a massage. She wanted to try out the coconut-based body oil she’d bought with Emmy when they’d gone out shopping, and who was I to disappoint her?

Angela didn’t apply a ton of pressure like a typical sports massage, though. Her touch was light, intended to be more sensual than therapeutic.

“Ay, Mamí!” she said under her breath as she rubbed the oil onto my back, and “Dios mio!” as her oily hands slid all over my glutes.

“Having fun?” I asked as her fingertips gently stroked me between my legs.

“You know it,” Angela agreed, sliding an oily fingertip up and down my slit. Admittedly, I was enjoying it quite a bit myself.

“Leah, you’re so beautiful, but not like most people think of when they imagine beautiful women,” she said, working on the backs of my legs. “I love to look at your body so much… I wish you would dress to show it off more. Don’t get me wrong- you’re hot in the jeans and men’s shirts you like, but when I manage to get you to wear a little dress it gets me wet.”

“Really?” I asked, intrigued. I loved the idea that Angela actually found me (and Emmy, presumably) an object of sexual desire. I guess I’d had some sort of nagging doubt about it, wondering if Angela merely accepted the sex because it was part of the package. After all, she hadn’t ever looked at women that way before moving in with us, right? “How wet?” I asked, sliding my own hand up the back of her thigh.

“You remember when we dressed opposite and went driving with the boys? Remember that?” she asked.

“Sure," I said, frustrated that she moved her rear end away from my grasp.

“I wanted so bad for you to just pull over somewhere so I could yank your dress up around your hips and bury my face in your pussy and make you cry out my name,” Angela said, her voice getting a bit husky. “I was gonna eat you until you begged me to stop, and then eat you some more.”

“I need to wear that little sun dress more often,” I said, turned on almost as much by what Angela was saying as by what she was doing.

Angela had reached my feet by this point so she turned around and began to run her hands back up my legs.

“I never thought I would like to do that,” Angela admitted. “To eat pussy,” she clarified. I loved the way she pronounced the word ‘poossy’. “And I didn’t at first, to tell you the truth. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it. But then, in New York with Em… I started to like it. Now, I enjoy it very much,” she said, her hands sliding up and down my hams, her fingers brushing against my labia with every stroke.

I was getting very aroused and wouldn’t have objected at all if those fingers of hers stopped teasing and just slid straight inside me, but that wasn’t Angela’s plan. In fact, I’m not even sure that it was about giving me pleasure at that point. Angela seemed more focused on the sensation of my flesh under her touch, on the feel of my muscles as her slippery hands slid across my body than on the effect it was having on me, but that was O.K. I loved every moment of it just the same.

“Leah,” Angela said as she straddled my upper thighs so she could rub my back some more. “You and Emmy, you two turned me lesbiana. And I don’t think that is a bad thing. I love you both so much. You, because you’re so strong, so feroz. When I am with you I feel safe, protected, and so proud of my Amazon warrior. With Emmy, I love her for her talent, her laugh, her grace and beauty, her soft, gentle touch. You are both so… So attentive to me. Neither of you ever take me for granted. I get the best of everything with the two of you,” she said, and I wasn’t sure she was really talking to me at all. It seemed she was merely voicing thoughts that needed to get out, to be expressed to the world at large.

Angela leaned down and forward, kissing the side of my face. She nibbled softly on my earlobe for a brief moment before sitting up.

“And I have learned to love sex with both of you, too,” she announced, before reversing herself and taking a seat astride my lower back, facing my legs.

Angela poured some more oil on her hands and then brought them down on my rear again, squeezing and rubbing my glutes with more strength than before. She slid a fingertip down the crack of my ass, swirling it a bit as she oiled up my anus. I briefly wondered if she was going to slide it in my back door. I found I wasn’t averse to the thought, to my surprise, but that wasn’t her finger’s destination. She merely rested the fingertip there while her other hand slid down lower to rub my labia, then glide in to stroke my folds with a smooth, delicate touch.

Angela intended for me to burn slowly rather than burst into flame, but I was already well lit.

“You like that, don’t you,” Angela said as I lifted my butt to give her better access. “You want me to pet your little clitty?” she asked, doing just that, making me twitch as lightning bolts shot through my body. “Yes? Maybe some more?”

“A lot more,” I managed to say as I buried my face in the mattress.

Angela complied, using the tips of her four fingers to swirl across my now painfully aroused nub. As intense as that felt, I hardly noticed when she slipped what must have been her thumb inside me as she kept up the loving onslaught. It didn’t take long before she drew my first shuddering orgasm from me, my whole body tensing up for a long moment.

Once I relaxed again Angela drew her thumb back out, leaving me feeling hollow somehow. She ran her hands up and down the backs of my thighs a few more times, then lifted herself off me.

“Turn over now. Lie on your back so I can do your front,” she commanded. After I gathered the necessary energy, I did just that.

Angela started my front by massaging my left arm first. When she finished it and leaned across me to do my right arm my left hand magically found its way to her body. As much as I was enjoying being the center of attention, I wanted to reciprocate, too.

Angela didn’t object to my touching her, to my hand sliding up and down her flank as she sat back on her heels to oil up my chest.

“I think everyone likes tetas,” she said, oiling up my boobs. “I always have.” She held each one in turn with one hand and then used the flat of the palm of her hand to rub just the peaks of my nipples in a slow, gentle circular motion. It sounds strange to describe it that way, but the feeling was exquisite. Enough stimulation to harden my nips but not so much that it became uncomfortable.

“You’re really good at this,” I said, finding Angela’s boob with my hand by feel, since my eyes were closed to better savor the touch of her hands on my body.

“I’ve been practicing with Em,” she confessed. “She likes this very much.”

“I can’t blame her,” I said. “I like this very much, too.”

“I wasn’t sure you would,” Angela admitted. “It seems… I don’t know, too, um, submissive? Is that the right word? For you.”

“Ange,” I said, opening my eyes to look into hers. “I’m yours. Yours to do with as you please. If you enjoy something or want to try something new, I’m open to it. This is not the ‘Leah in command’ show.”

“I know,” Angela replied. “But this is something, well, something I’m doing to you. It feels different somehow.”

“Are you enjoying doing this to me?” I asked, my voice soft.

“Yes. A lot.”

“And I’m enjoying you doing this to me, too. Of course, I’d love to give you a nice rub-down, too, but for now, this is exactly what I want,” I told her.

“So you really like it when I do this?” she asked as she slid her slippery hand down my belly and between my legs, her fingers parting on either side of my clit, rubbing up and down my folds.

“I do,” I said. “But I also like it when you run your hands over my legs, or my back… I love it all.”

“Good, because I’m going to do your whole body. Some spots more than others,” she added.

“Some spots need it more than others,” I confirmed as she pulled my knees farther apart.

Angela got up and moved to sit on her heels between my now much wider apart legs. She ran her hands up the inside of my thighs, starting at the knees and slowly sliding up, up and up to frame my vulva with her hands. She held her hands there for a long while, long enough for me to wonder and open my eyes to look down, only to find her staring at my lady parts on display for her.

Angela glanced up and saw me looking at her. She blushed as if I’d caught her doing something embarrassing.

“I like looking at it. Yours and Em’s both. They’re so pretty. Very different, but hers suits her and yours is perfect for you. Just look at the way the pink rose petals turn to brown on the edges,” she said, lightly running a fingertip along the ridge of my inner labia.

“Hers is shy, hiding itself, only showing a smooth exterior,” Angela mused, running that same fingertip across my outer labia. “But yours is confident, standing proud,” Her fingertip stroked across the top of my hood as if she were petting the head of a tiny kitten.

“I love it, Lee. It’s true. I love your pussy.”

“My pussy loves you, too, Ange,” I said, feeling myself slowly building to a second climax as she played with my sensitive bits.

“Let me give your little pussy the attention it needs,” Angela said.

“It needs a lot of attention,” I gasped as she pinched my pearl.

“It needs some kisses,” Angela replied, bending down to get very close. I could feel her hot breath on my very sensitive vulva.

“Yesssss….” I found myself saying as my back arched somehow all on its own when Angela’s tongue flicked across what was the center of my world at that moment. She followed that up with a broad swipe, beginning at the smooth skin behind my vagina and slowly drawing her wide, flat tongue all the way up, brushing my hood aside and dragging it across my bared clit, sending lightning streaking all over my body.

“Like that?” she asked, her voice playful and mischievous. She repeated the process several more times, sending a jolt through me every time.

Timing it so that her fingers slid inside me just as I twitched from another twirl of her tongue around my clit, I could barely stand the attack from both the front and the back side of the painfully sensitive bit of flesh.

Angela didn’t stop her fingers slowly sliding in and out of me when we heard the suite’s outer door open and Emmy call out goodnight to someone in the hall, nor did she pause with her tongue when Emmy entered the bedroom.

“It smells so good in here,” Emmy said with an exaggerated inhalation. “Something smells good enough to eat!”

It took Emmy almost no time at all to shed her clothes and join us on the bed, but she refrained from actually joining in. She just sat cross-legged beside me to watch, letting her hand drop down between her own legs for a little self love.

Angela glanced up at Emmy, but nothing was going to make her give up on her quest to eat me until I begged for her to stop. I don’t know how many times I came, but eventually I did have to admit defeat and push Angela’s face away from me with what little strength I had left.

Angela kept her fingers inside me, very slowly- painfully slowly- stroking the sensitive spot just a little bit inside me. She knew where the magic spot that made me moan with pleasure could be found, and knew just how much I could tolerate. Mercilessly, she continued to finger me, eventually wringing another really big O from me.

“That was so hot,” Emmy breathed as I continued to shudder and twitch, my muscles having long since abandoned my control.

“Fucking caliente,” Angela agreed as she slowly withdrew from me, leaving me both relieved and terribly dismayed at the loss.