A Red Picket Fence
"How long will he be out, Carls?" Melanie asked.
"At least twelve hours,, I'd think. Especially since he really must be tired after all the exercise today." Carly replied.
"I'll get the bag." Sam said as she took a sip of coffee, got up and turned toward the hallway.
Melanie nodded at Sam, took a sip of coffee and looked at the shiny red clock hanging over the window. "It just is six, so you figure he'll be out until around six tomorrow morning?" Melanie asked as Sam returned.
Sam placed the duffel bag on the table, sat back down and took another sip of coffee.
"At the earliest, I'd say. He could sleep until eight or nine tomorrow, unless something wakes him up." Carly replied.
Melanie nodded as Sam unzipped the bag, and began placing the contents on the table.
"We should probably all take tomorrow off work." Carly said.
Sam and Melanie nodded in agreement as they all began to examine the items from Freddie's duffel bag.
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Chapter 19
"Socks, shirts, underwear… nothing in the pants pockets. Where's his stuff?" Melanie mused aloud.
The three women had separated everything from Freddie's duffel bag into piles on the kitchen table. There wasn't much there. A pile of clothes, clean and worn, together since they had grabbed everything they found at the motel and tossed it in the bag. Three cell phones, all alike. Two bottles of vitamins: B12 and D3.
"Where are the clothes he was wearing?" Sam asked.
"Here, on the kitchen counter." Carly replied as she got up to retrieve the jeans, socks undershirt and button down, light blue shirt.
Carly dropped the small pile on the table. Sam slid the jeans over, and went through the pockets.
"Wallet, car keys with some other keys attached – three sets of keys with motel tags. The Marco Polo Motel, Hillside Motel and the Park Plaza Motel. A tooth brush, toothpaste and a pack of disposable razors and shaving cream. Plus thirty seven cents in change. Check the wallet, sis." Sam said as she slid the wallet in front of Melanie.
Melanie took all the cash out of the billfold and made a small pile. Carly took the cash, and began counting it. Continuing to empty the wallet, she found another door key with no label, and receipts from the three motels.
"That's it. This key and cash. Nothing else except the motel receipts. I wonder what the key fits. It's a door or house key." Melanie said.
"One thousand fifty four dollars in cash. Mostly one hundred dollar bills." Carly said as she finished counting the money.
"Hmmm… and three phones." Sam said as she picked one up.
"Damn! This one has a pin number lock." Sam fumed
"Yes, they will all have a pin. Try '1969' as the pin number." Melanie said.
"Okay, that worked, sis." Sam said
Carly picked up a phone. It was off. She turned it on and tried the pin. It worked. She picked up the remaining phone and did the same. It worked as well.
"What does '1969' mean?" Carly asked.
"Look, this one is marked 'M' and then Hillside" Sam said.
"We were 19 years old the first time we '69'd'." Melanie said, blushing. "He uses that for all his pin numbers." She continued.
"This one is marked 'S' and Marco Polo, and this one has 'C' and Park Plaza." Carly said.
"You can see what he was doing, or at least what he had planned. The 'C' with Park Plaza is the motel he had you go to, right Carly?" Sam asked.
Carly nodded.
"When I found him at Peets Coffee he was messaging you, Melly, about some property I'll bet." Sam continued.
"Yes, I did have some emails about someone interested in a house I'd listed for sale. But then the person stopped messaging." Melanie agreed.
"Yep, he stopped emailing you when I sat down with him. That's how I ended up in the motel he was supposed to invite you to. He was planning to invite me to the Marco Polo Motel the next day or whenever. When I found him, he already had the Hillside set up for his fuck capades with you, sis. He just swapped me for you when I found him at the coffee shop." Sam explained.
"That has to be it, that's why he invited me to the Park Plaza Motel." Carly said.
"Why would he do that? Why go to all that trouble with three motels? It doesn't make any sense?" Melanie pondered.
"Yes it does. He didn't want us to run into each other. He told me he just wanted me, not either of you two. I should have said something to you, but I was so confused, I didn't know what to say." Carly said.
"All these phones have been wiped clean. There's no data, messages or calls saved. He's wiped them all." Sam said.
"Well, I think we should check the motel rooms. He never travels this light.
"Good idea, sis. Let's go." Sam said.
"No, you and Carly go, and don't forget to check the trunk of his rental. In fact, take the rental. Use his gas. I'll stay here and wash his clothes and clean up the kitchen. His clothes all smell like sex. One of us should be here in case he wakes up." Melanie said while scooping up Freddie's clothes.
"Yep, good idea. Carls grab those keys, please. Let's go now, it's just after seven and getting late." Sam said.
Carly and Sam took the keys to the motel rooms and rental car while Melanie tried the key she had found in his wallet in their kitchen door. It didn't work. Melanie followed the two women out to the street.
"Open the trunk, sis." Melanie said.
The three women gathered at the back of the car, unlocked the trunk and peered in. The trunk was completely empty except for a spare tire. Carly and Sam got in the rental and drove off toward the motels. Melanie returned to the kitchen, grabbed Freddie's clothes and took them into the wash room. After sorting the clothing and starting the washer she decided to look in on her husband. He was slightly snoring. Returning to the kitchen, she began cleaning up the dinner dishes. Just after finishing cleaning in the kitchen, her phone rang. It was Sam. The room at the Park Plaza had nothing in it at all. Nothing of Freddie's, anyway. She said they were going to head over to the Marco Polo, and call from there.
By this time it was almost eight. She decided to get ready for bed while the colored clothes were drying, and the whites were in the washer. Heading upstairs into their shared bedroom, she undressed and started the shower in the bathroom. She kept her phone nearby in case Carly or Sam called while she was in the shower. She had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and drying her hair when the phone rang. Sam reported the same thing again. The Marco Polo was empty, just like the Park Plaza room. They had decided to head home instead of going to the Hillside Motel. They had just been there.
Melanie finished drying herself and pulled on her blue floral flannel pajama pants and top. Putting on her yellow fluffy slippers, she went back downstairs. She started boiling some water for tea, all the while wondering just what the heck Freddie was up to. It just don't make any sense. She hung up his clothes and put his underwear in the dryer just as Carly and Sam walked into the kitchen door.
"Not a thing..." Carly said while Sam nodded her agreement. Sam dropped the keys next to his wallet on the kitchen counter and smiled when she saw that her sister had made tea.
Carly took some croissant rolls out of the bread box and placed them on the table with a tub of butter. Sam gathered a few items of silverware while Melanie poured the boiling water into the teapot, and added the tea bags.
"Was this a waste of time, then?" Melanie asked as she sat at the kitchen table.
"I don't know. Like you said, we've never known Freddie to travel with nothing. There must be another motel somewhere." Carly stated as she and Sam sat down as well.
"There is the key you found in his wallet, Melly." Sam said.
"I tried it, it doesn't fit these locks. He's kept it for something." Melanie said as she poured the tea.
The three friends discussed the 'Freddie problem' over tea for more than an hour. During that time, first Carly, then Sam when Carly returned, left to get ready for bed. They all three came to the same conclusion. They wouldn't get anywhere until they could question Freddie.
They went upstairs to the shared bedroom with the huge custom bed. The bed they used to share with Freddie until he left. All three of them got into bed and turned on the television hanging on the opposite wall. Sam wanted to sleep, so Carly and Mel switched the TV's sound to headphones and stuck the buds in their ears. Soon, Carly was asleep. Melanie had been dozing off so she pulled off the headphones, turned off the TV and snuggled into the covers.
The late night cups of tea was wreaking havoc to their sleep. First Sam had to pee, then Carly. Now it seems it was Melanie's turn. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Finishing, she decided she was a bit thirsty. She silently opened and closed the bedroom door on the way downstairs. Entering the kitchen she switched on the light.
Freddie's eyes blinked open. He was awake. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was 4:10, obviously in the morning since the room was dark. He got out of bed and began wondering how he had gotten into bed. All he had on was his boxers. He moved the window curtains aside, yep, 4:10 in the morning. Then he heard light footsteps coming down the stairs. He opened his door and saw Melanie stepping around the corner of the hallway and into the kitchen. Maybe this could lead to some fun, he thought. He watched as she took a Tupperware tumbler out of the dish rack next to the sink, filled it with water and took a sip.
Melanie filled her water glass at the kitchen sink, and sipped. She stood looking out of the window above the sink into the side yard. By the moonlight she could see it was starting to get cloudy, it would rain soon.
Melanie was jolted out of her thoughts when a pair of arms snaked around her waist, with hands going up, kneading her breasts.
She squeaked, surprised.
"Damn, you make pajamas look good." Freddie whispered into her right ear from behind.
She dropped her Tupperware cup into the sink as she sighed and lolled her head back, giving Freddie access to her neck and collar.
Taking advantage of the situation, he began kissing her lightly down her neck while continuing to knead her breasts and nipples.
Melanie mewled as she covered his boob rubbing hands with hers.
He turned her around, facing him, and kissed her deeply, ending with little, light kisses along her chin and neck.
She moaned.
As he had approached her from behind a moment ago, he'd noticed her sleeping attire. She had never worn a bra to bed, so it was normal that she wasn't wearing one now. However, she had always worn panties. While the blue flannel print pajamas were quite loose below her waist. Her magnificent ass, that hadn't changed a bit since he'd been gone, filled out the pajamas. There were no pantie lines. This was new.
He continued kissing her neck, chin and lips while moving his right hand back up from her waist to her left boob and continued giving her tit the attention it deserved. His left had swirled along the front of her pajama pants, easily pushing past the elastic waist. He moved his hand lower and cupped her pussy. Another revelation, no pubic hair! She now had a bald muff! He grinned into another deep kiss while exploring the roof of her mouth with his tongue. His middle finger slipped easily between her slightly damp folds as he began to rub her slit, clit and push his finger deeper between her other lips.
She gasped, moaned – mewled and sighed.
She removed her arms from around his neck, grabbed at her pajama bottoms and pushed them down her legs.
As he kissed her, he began moving her backward, toward the guest room. She stumbled a bit. Her pajama pants were around her ankles and she was walking backwards. His fingers were still working her cunt and his other hand holding her tit while flipping her nipple with his thumb. Neither of them seemed to notice her awkward backwards sex dance.
While walking her backwards, he had an idea. Once, about three or four years ago, he had tried to find out how many times he could make her cum. He'd really had no reason other than curiosity. Frankly, it wasn't all that satisfying for him at the time since he had to do most of the work. In retrospect, he thought the idea was hotter than fuck. He'd made her cum seven times that evening – now he was going to try for ten. The good thing was, it was easy to tell when Mel was cumming: She shivered all over while gasping.
He was rock hard now, so why not try for the first. He looked about them and realized he was just entering the front room from the kitchen. The brown couch was only a couple feet away. He pushed her onto the arm of the couch, then slid her up onto the back cushions. He slipped off and kicked away his boxer shorts. She held herself up in a semi sitting position while he spread her legs, her ankles and feet still trapped in her pajama bottoms. He stepped up to her now wet and willing twat and slid the head of his dick in her. For the first few thrusts he teased her pussy with the head of his dick. Never pushing in past a couple of inches. She began to whimper and moan "no, no..." as he continued to tease her pussy. Suddenly, he slid his hands up under her night shirt, grabbing both her boobs he slammed into and pumped her like a machine while their groins made slapping sounds.
She began to moan, then keen loudly. He knew she was close. She began gasping in breaths in rhythm with his merciless pussy pounding. He began flicking her right nipple with his thumb while still holding her tit. He moved his other hand down to her clit and rubbed it lightly.
She began to grunt now, then the shivering started. He slowly pulled his dick out of her, grabbed both tits and kissed her.
She moaned loudly into the kiss.
There was number one.
He stood her back up, and stuck his finger back up her kootch, never breaking the kiss. And began walking her backwards again. He realized he had to hit her pussy again so as not to loose her arousal. His was no problem, he was hard and wanting release, but he had to control himself or he wouldn't be able to continue. The front room wall next to the doorway leading into the hall would be his next stop. He stopped about two feet from the wall, turned her around, bent her over at the waist. She supported herself with her hands by leaning into the wall. Her legs were still confined by the pajama pants around her ankles, but not enough to make access to her steamy hot twat difficult. He bent her over a bit more, found her sweet slit with his left hand, then spread her ass cheeks slightly. He used his other hand to push his dick past her folds and rammed himself into her.
She grunted, and moaned "YES! Right there."
He fucked her soundly for a few minutes as she keened and grunted. She started to shiver and began pushing back onto his dick with every forward thrust of his. She stopped and began grinding his dick, he stopped also. She was coming again. He thought 'that's two' as he continued to grind with her for a few more moments, then grabbed her ass with both hands, spread her cheeks again and began fucking her relentlessly. She keened, huffed, then shivered again.
'Three.' he said to himself.
He slid himself out of her now dripping pussy causing her to groan. Pulling her back up to standing, he turned her around, grabbed her left leg and lifted. They had done this before. She knew what was going to happen and helped by kicking off her pajama bottoms and gently grabbing his dick and sliding it back into herself. Grabbing her right leg and lifting, she put her arms around his neck and slightly hopped up while locking both of her legs around his waist. She was impaled on his dick. She began rocking her self to and fro, fucking him while Freddie stepped slowly towards the hallway. She began grunting again while sucking in gulps of air. He walked through the doorway into the guest room and stopped when he reached the bed. She began to shiver again, and cried out "OH FUCK!" loudly.
'Four', he thought.
Now was the time to give her steamy snatch some personal attention. He laid her on the bed, slipped out of her again, causing her to moan, pushed her up the bed slightly and knelt in front of her. Spreading her legs, he leaned into her pussy and licked her sweet snatch. She grabbed his head and pushed down. He worked his right hand up the bed and stuck his middle finger into her. He knew where her 'G' spot was, found it, and began rubbing. He used the fingers of his other hand to spread the folds covering her clit, sucked it between his lips and worked her with his tongue. Mel was huffing, groaning and thrashing about. She grabbed her tits through her top and kneaded herself while she began to shiver again. She moaned, raised her head and began making squeaking noises.
'Five', he said to himself, and grinned.
He stood up, pushed her farther up the bed, spread her legs and got on his knees in front of her pussy. He slid his dick into her now drenched cunt, grabbed her hips and picked her up. Lining up their crotches he began pounding her slit again while pulling her hips to him with each thrust. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it up around her neck. Now released, her tits had minds of their own as they bounded and bounced along with his rhythmic pounding. She grabbed her tits and began pinching her nipples while moaning with pleasure. She shivered, rubbed her tits again and yelled "FUUUUUCK!"
'Six'.
He rolled her to the right, on her side. Positioning himself behind her gorgeous ass, he slightly lifted her right leg and slid himself into her again. He scooted over her left leg and began sliding in and out of her. She huffed, moaned and grabbed the edge of the bed to keep herself positioned for him. He continued plowing her while she made noises he'd never heard from her before. She raised her leg slightly, giving him better access and began to shiver and shake. This time, he continued for a moment longer, she huffed loudly, grunted and went nearly limp. He continued tapping her pussy while she began shivering even more and huffed, moaned and gasped.
'Seven and eight!' He smiled.
She was sucking in gulps of air now, but he had two more to go before he could release himself. He was ready. With all the sexy noises she was making, and the obvious dick wringing her pussy did when her walls tightened with each orgasm, he was ready to shoot her beaver full.
He pulled her back to the middle of the bed while she was keening and begging him to stop. He got her up on her knees and slammed into her pussy again. She bucked and shook as he rammed deep into her steamy twat. She began grunting along with his thrusts just before yelling "GOOOOOD GOD" and shivering again.
Now, it was time for something new. Something he'd never done with her before. He licked his middle finger, tasting her juices from before, and stuck it into her asshole. She stiffened and yelled something, He felt her clinching around his dick again, and was ready. He grunted while filling her twat with his jiz.
'Nine and ten.' he thought.
They both collapsed into each other resulting in tangled legs and arms. She looked at him, and was obviously stunned. He pulled her close, kissed her and whispered "Let's get some sleep" while pulling the covers up over them. She sighed, nodded and burrowed into his chest.
"Freddie, what's going on?" Melanie whispered.
"Shhh. We'll talk later today." Freddie replied sleepily.
"I don't think I can walk. Get me a towel, please. I'm leaking." Mel replied.
Freddie grinned, kissed her lightly and rolled out of bed to get the towel.
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