Wendy told us last night she would spend the weekend with us. Last weekend, she did not. She did tell us that her bed buddy/girlfriend wants to meet all of. Aisha, Wendy, Courtney and Megan all prefer a single lesbian bar. I have no preference on lesbian bars. Except not to go. I always feel out of place. I wonder why that is.
That is for tomorrow. Today, I drained the hot tub and filled it back up. Draining is easy. Open the drain. It is not, however easy to fill. You have to do this by hand. It takes a while, and nobody helps me. Courtney took a shower while I was filling the tub, so I used the bath tub to fill up the hot tub. One of the more interesting things in my years at this house is the evolution of Courtney. She used to take care that I never saw her naked. It no longer matters to her. I threw a little chlorine in.
I look forward to our threesomes more and more. Odd, I know, I was pessimistic about allowing Wendy into our relationship. Not that I had any voice. I wonder how much Wendy had. I have learned do pretty much whatever Aisha says, and so has Wendy, within limits. Aisha never beats her. For being an essentially, mean, nasty, violent woman, Aisha has a great deal of charm. Add this to a forceful personality and natural manipulative streak, and things she wants tend to happen.
Aisha was correct, I must admit. Aisha and I had become stuck in a rut, if a pleasurable one. We were doing pretty much the same thing every night. Wendy, though naturally vanilla with a bit of curiosity, added a spark. Her curiosity has proven to be welcome. Now, with Wendy not spending every weekend with us, it just gets better.