“She loves you also. We both do. Since shortly after she arrived at my place, we have been plotting how the two of us could share you, but nothing h...s worked out the way that we planned it because you were already here when we returned,” she told him in a very quiet voice.“Share me?”“Yes, we both want you, but we are willing to share you,” I told him, as I moved up against him also, nearly ready to cry.“Share me ... but how?”“As your Wives, naturally,” I told him.“WHAT?”“The O’Connells have. “Hey, come on in,” I offered.“Thanks.”I offered a drink, which he refused with a, “maybe later.” I led him to Mariela’s bedroom. He chuckled when he saw all the feminine nick-nacks. There was no kissing, no embrace, just as we had discussed in our texts.“So, what? Does a girl live here?” he joked.“Actually, yeah. It’s my ex’s place. She’s off visiting family for the holidays.”“Really? And she lets you use this place to get fucked?”“What she doesn’t know…,” I let the phrase hang. " Uh, I don't know," Molly hesitated."Please? I'm really not a bad guy," Ben pleaded."Well, okay, just for a little while." Great! About 7:30, near the main entrance?" Okay."A short time later, Molly walked in wearing a baggy sweater and jeans. Ben spotted her immediately and waved."Hi, Molly. I'm really glad you came." Hi."They sat down at a small table, and Ben left to get the coffee. When he returned, they sat for a couple of minutes in awkward silence, concentrating on their coffee.Finally,. When she went to the swim up bar to another round of drinks, one of the nude young men approached as well, presumably to get himself a drink, but also took advantage of the opportunity to introduce himself.“Hugo.” He said with a polite nod. He pronounced it with a soft H. Tegan identified a French accent.“Violet.” Tegan lied smoothly. The name had become more than a pseudonym for her lately, it was almost like her slut superhero identity that protected her real self.“You here with family?” Hugo.