“Let’s just say there’s a lady at home who’d be none too pleased if I had that type of company.” I explained diplomatically.
“Hmmm.” she hummed in understanding, tapping the side of her nose with her forefinger.
That’s when it suddenly occurred to me that there was another woman who would love that kind of company.
We could just do it at Sylvia’s flat.
I explained to Mary-Beth that I had a woman friend who would love to be involved.
She instantly knew who I meant because of course Jenny had told her everything.
“That’s perfect!” Mary-Beth said enthusiastically. “Sarah has had a crush on her since our first year. The thing is Jenny is gonna wanna go.”
“Should we invite Alice too?” I sorted, thinking this was getting to be a bit much for one man to handle.
“That’s not necessary.” she answered me seriously. “Alice would suck dog’s dick if I asked her to.”
I didn’t want to know how she knew that because that reference was way too specific so I just said, “Cheers.”
“In fact I can get Alice to invite Sabine to hers to keep her busy that night.” she said brightly, proud of organizational skills.
Having sorted that for the moment I couldn’t help asking, “So you said there were a couple of hitches, what’s the other one?”
“We have to win the championship.” she said simply.
Now I had another reason to coach my daughter’s team to a winning season.
I had been one hundred percent sincere when I’d told Mary-Beth that I shared her goals for the team.
Besides the fact that it was my job as their coach, I’d especially wanted to do it for Sabine.
She’d always been a good player saddled with mediocre teams.
If she could finish her college field hockey career on top it would make her happy.
That was a big part of why I’d taken the job.
But this new development really lit a fire under my ass and I started studying the records, stats, and relative strengths and weaknesses of the other teams to help us develop tighter strategies for each game.
However all that came in the ensuing weeks, that night I still had a little party to arrange.
I went to Sylvia’s flat after finishing up at school and told her what would be happening and why.
When I got to the bit about the bet, and how this little soiree would ensure that these girls would make Sabine fuck me Sylvia interrupted with a snort.
For a moment she was laughing so hard she wasn’t making and noise, but she eventually recovered her composure.
“Look at you tigar!” she slid in between gasps as she struggled to recover her breath.
I kind of can’t believe it but I actually blushed, like I felt my face flush hot.
Eventually I asked impatiently, “May I continue?”
“Sure love.” she assured me with a wave of her hand. “Just say the thing.”
This was why I’d had a sudden attack of apple cheeks, because I knew this was coming.
Formally in our relationship we’d sometimes have disagreements about a point of fact, or how a given social situation was going to play out, and when it turned out she was right, as she often was, I had to say so clearly and succinctly.
Even in the dom/sub relationship we had now there was always some give and take, and I had to give her this one.
I took a deep breath and said with a defeated sigh, “Sylvia was right.”
“About?” she inquired teasingly.
“Me wanting to fuck my daughter.” I replied begrudgingly.
“And?” she asked hopefully.
“Yes Sylvia, I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck me too.” I admitted to finish out the ritual.
She placed a hand on either side of my face, kissed me on the mouth, and then said with a smile, “It’s a good thing you’re so pretty.”
Once she understood what we needed from the evening she pretty much took over the planning, with gusto.
If anything she was more excited than me.
There may be blokes that love pussy as much as me, but none that love it more.
However Sylvia put me to shame.
I believe that she may have loved pussy more than some lesbians, but fortunately for me she was also not indifferent to cock.
In any case once I’d put everything in Sylvia’s capable hands she coordinated with the girls, set the date, and told me when to show up.
I wasn’t sure exactly what to expect but knowing Sylvia it was going to be good.
This was basically an audition.
As Mary-Beth related it to me Sarah had become deeply invested in Sabine’s first time.
Apparently her own had been with an older guy and it had been mediocre at best.
I couldn’t believe that she wouldn’t take Mary-Beth’s and Jenny’s word, but she had to see for herself.
“Your first time only happens once.” is what Sarah had said to Mary-Beth, and if she was going to serve Sabine up to me on a platter she had to be sure I was really going to do her right.
It was moving in a weird way that Sarah was willing to go to these lengths.
As someone who’d loved Sabine all my life it was nice to see that I wasn’t alone in this feeling, and that people who weren’t me would look out for her.
I stepped to the door, using the special knock Sylvia had asked my to signal her with, I patiently counted to twenty, giving her time to wrangle the girls into position, and then I entered.
Sylvia was standing on the edge of the entryway with the three girls standing behind her in a row.
As soon as I’d closed the door they all fell to one knee, bowing their heads.
Sylvia had clearly outdone herself in dressing both herself and the girls.
“We are here to serve Master.” Sylvia greeted me. “Would my lord meet his concubines for the evening?”
“I would.” I replied formally. “Proceed Dame Sylvia.”
Her head snapped up as she regarded we with a happy grin.
For the uninitiated “Dame” is the female equivalent of “Sir” and is how one addresses a knight of the realm.
It was a subtle signal to her about my increasing respect for her, and confidence in her abilities leading to the corresponding “rank” within my little kingdom.
The connotation was not lost on her.
Sylvia was wearing a lacy white Elizabethan dress with nothing underneath.
So it had long lacy sleeves and buttoned at the neck, but it was opened in a diamond shape in the front, at once exposing and pushing her breasts together.
It was buttoned to the waist then opened like curtains, exposing that she was wearing white stockings and a garter belt and no panties as she rose to her feet.
“May I present to you miss Jennifer Jensen.” Sylvia announced turning to her right to indicate to Jenny who stepped forward.
She was wearing a red and white cheerleader uniform with black trim that in lieu of a school name had “CHEER” written in bold letters across the chest, and holding red pom-poms.
And then, and I am not taking the piss, she did a little cheer.
“C, O, A-C-H, C, O, C and K! Coach cock! coach cock! yeeaahh!” Jenny cheered, followed by jumps, kicks, and spins that clearly reveled she wasn’t wearing panties.
We all got a good chuckle from Jenny’s cheer, and although her cheeks flushed her basful smile said that she was pleased with herself.
Sylvia proceeded, turning to her left as Mary-Beth stepped forward and declaring, “Miss Mary-Beth McCabe.”
Mary-Beth was wearing one of those white and blue Japanese school girl uniforms with a red neckerchief, and thigh high socks.