AN: No Chapter tomorrow since I'm posting on a holiday
"Well, I'm sorry we were delayed for so long," I apologized as I rang the elevator in the parking garage, "And that our weekend had to end on such a sour note."
"But it's not your fault," Patty was quick to reject my apology as she grabbed hold of my arm and looked up at me with her wide eyes, "Mr. Swanson clearly has a personal vendetta against you even though you've done nothing wrong."
"It's honestly getting pretty annoying," Megan muttered with an evil glint in her eyes, "But if Joe keeps insisting that you're up to no good, maybe you should give him something to complain about."
I glanced over at Megan, who smiled back at me, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about what you do best," Megan answered as she sauntered over to my other arm and pressed herself against me, "Saving women from mediocre men that can't provide them with a decent life."
"Joe has a wife?" I clarified, making Megan's smile widen, "Yep, her name is Bonnie, and almost everyone besides Joe knows that she absolutely hates his guts. Maybe you should show up to apologize only to find out that he's not home, leaving you alone with Bonnie."
"Meg, that's evil," Patty muttered disapprovingly before a guilty smile spread across her lips, "Though it would probably work out really well. I mean, what unhappy wife doesn't dream of a handsome stranger suddenly appearing out of nowhere to save her from a life of boredom."
I couldn't help but shake my head as Megan and Patty plotted Joe's downfall, "I think I've corrupted the two of you to my evil ways. I don't need to steal the wife of every guy who crosses me."
"Yeah, but Joe is taking it too far, and I don't think I can tolerate seeing him insult you for much longer," Megan muttered as she held onto me even tighter, making me smile, "Is someone feeling overprotective?"
"Of course she is," Patty insisted with a wide smile, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to us, and it kills us to see you have to tolerate someone who's so rude to you. I mean, what would you do if Joe treated one of us like he did you?"
"Huh, I would probably give him a warning, and if he continued, I would find a way to ruin his life, which would probably include fucking his wife at the very least," I answered honestly, making the girls laugh just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.
"See, we all just want to protect each other; what's so wrong with that?" Megan said as we stepped into the elevator.
I smiled and kissed the top of Megan's head. "Absolutely nothing, but onto a more productive topic, what do you girls want me to cook tonight. And I know we've done a lot of seafood recently, but I've been experimenting with this recipe for poached scallops and risotto that I think-"
Before I could finish my sentence, the elevator dinged again, and the doors slid open. And before I even got a glimpse at the inside of my own apartment, a blindfold was suddenly thrown over my eyes from behind me.
"Megan, Patty, what's going on?" I asked as a storm of giggles erupted out from behind me.
"Relax, baby, we're just gonna play a little game," Megan comforted me even as she tied the blindfold behind my back, "We figured after entertaining us for the whole weekend, we could at least do something fun for you."
"And I need to be blind folded for this- why?" I asked.
"You'll see," Patty replied, and I felt her take my hand. "Now just follow us, relax, and enjoy what we have in store."
I wisely decided to listen and stop asking questions as Patty led me through the penthouse and into the living room, though I only found out when she sat me down on the couch.
"Okay, now just wait a minute while we get everything ready; it shouldn't take long, and I promise you won't regret it," Patty instructed before giving me a pat on the arm and walking away, leaving me alone on the couch blindfolded.
The seconds trickled by, and I had no way of telling exactly how much time I spent on the couch by myself when I heard several sets of footsteps walking towards me, "You there Megan, Patty?"
"Oh, we're here," Megan answered as she settled next to me on the couch, hugging my right side.
"Thought it's not just us," Patty followed up from my left, and before I could ask what she meant, I felt a pair of hands glide across my crotch a pair of hands that didn't belong to Patty or Megan.
Caught by surprise, I couldn't help but flinch, and I almost reached out to grab whoever was touching me when Patty and Megan intervened, "Ah, ah, no touching. Otherwise it would be too easy."
I paused and started to piece together what the girls had planned, so I let my hands drop back down to my sides as the hands running across the crotch of my pants started to work on my belt.
"So what are the rules? I can't touch, can't see, do I have a time limit?" I asked as I felt my zipper being pulled down along with my underwear, letting the slender hands wrap around my quickly hardening shaft.
"At ten minutes, you get to guess who is pleasuring you," Megan detailed, and I could practically hear the smile across her face, "If you guess right, you get to finish inside that person. If you guess wrong, though, the fun ends there, and the next person goes. So the only question is, how well do you know all the women in your life?"
"Now this is a challenge I can get behind," I commented just as I felt a pair of plump and warm lips wrap around the tip of my cock. With the blindfold on, everything felt far more intense as all I could focus on was the suction and wetness enveloping my shaft.
'Come on, focus; gotta guess who it is.'
With a monumental effort, I managed to clear my mind and think logically about the talented mouth slowly working its way down my shaft. That was my first hint; the second came when my cock jerked, shooting out a thick spurt of precum that was instantly swallowed instead of savored.
Still, those two clues weren't enough alone to narrow it down to one of my girls, so I stayed my tongue and continued to enjoy the masterclass head. It wasn't until I felt the head of my cock reach the back of her throat that I finally knew beyond a shadow of a doubt who the expert was.
"Are you having fun, Tricia?" I said confidently as I reached out and put my hand on her head, feeling the smooth brown locks that cascaded down her back.
A happy hum was Tricia's only response as her efforts renewed with a burst of enthusiasm as her mouth turned into a vacuum.
I heard Megan click her tongue in disappointment,"Damn, I didn't expect him to get it that quickly."