My husband was an hour late. He came in, kissing me, acting all normal. I wasn't sure if I should feel guilty, relieved or pissed-off. When I mentione... his being late, he just said that work had been busy. I didn't remember the last time he'd even done overtime. But why would he lie to me? I was way too confused and guilty to confront him about that so we dropped it.A few days passed without any incidents. I kinda started forgetting about the whole thing until the guy from Grindr texted me. She began to moisten, and I spread her fluids around her lower lips, until she was wet enough to press my finger into her channel.As my finger entered her, she moaned, and pressed back against my finger, driving it deeper into her. I began to thrust it in and out, and she moved against my thrusts, making them more intense. I pulled my finger out, and replaced it with two, drawing another moan from my wife.My next step was to roll Priya onto her back, and replace my fingers with my now-hard. "I wasn't hot enough."I put my arm around my youngest wife. It was so weird having three wives. But it was all Alice's idea. She had taken the intelligent shot when she came up with the entire plan for the party, and the idea to make Janet, her best friend, and Becca, who I recruited to be our bang-secretary, as my wives.Three wives were all I was allowed. Sure I could fuck other women, but Alice put her foot down on me having a larger harem.That was fine with me. I loved Alice, and it was. "Can't you do that yourself?" I already knew the question was pointless. "And get my hands all messy again with oil? No." Her voice softened. "Haven't you wanted to touch my tits for years?" Was this part of the package for bailing her out? Was she offering me a bonus on top of the holiday? "OK," I said, unscrewing the cap, "If you're sure." "Do it well," she almost whispered, and we'll wrestle later ... and I might let you win. Do it very well and ... " She just winked and smiled. If the two.