Not at all, fast forward to cooking dinner

While you're certainly not a maestro in the kitchen, you've always felt able to adequately follow the directions of a recipe. You weren't able to season perfectly to taste or juggle several pans at once, but the mechanical straight forward nature of following directions appealed to you on some level. And thanks to the almighty power of Google, you were able to find a set of instructions that allowed you to make a passable chicken cacciatore.

You've just returned the chicken to the skillet where it will soak and simmer in the mixture of tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, and an impressive set of spices, and set the timer on the oven to go off in forty-five minutes. For now, you think it's a good time to take a shower and get ready for Carrie to arrive. After all, you felt the need to remind both Carrie and yourself that she was still number one in your heart.

Checking to make sure the fire alarm is on and activated just in case the worst happened, you depart the kitchen and had to your bedroom. You strip off your clothes and toss them lazily towards the hamper. As you walk into your master bathroom, you study yourself into the mirror, which reminds you of your dream just last night. Satisfied at what you see, you turn on the shower, shuddering through the ten seconds of ice cold water before the temperature adjusts to an acceptable level.

You soap yourself up, lathering your chest and intimates with a body wash that you remember Carrie mentioned that she liked, as your mind wanders to the possibilities this night holds. Because if you were planning on this romantic seduction with her favorite dinner and more, then she surely had something up her sleeves. And you couldn't wait to find out. That's why you were willing to be patient as to who the next two women that you and Carrie were going to seduce, for none of her surprises had failed to engulf you in pleasure.

You finish up your shower and dry yourself off. As you do so, you hear the faint sound of motion coming from in the living room. Figuring that Natalie probably hadn't come back for seconds, you smile at the thought of Carrie arriving for the night. With that information, you decide that you probably didn't need to actually dress yourself. You walk out in the buff, excited for the thought of seeing your loving girlfriend after a weekend apart. You don't see any sign of Carrie in your bedroom, so you figure she must be checking on the chicken cacciatore.

Heading into your living room, you grin at the sight of Carrie, attempting to a carry a sizable package after her. She's facing away from you, and her tight jeans encase a lovely vision of her ass. Unfortunately for you and your nudity, she is not alone, as she is currently being aided by your neighbor across the hall, Chelsea.

Hearing someone walk in, Chelsea looks up in surprise, getting an eyeful of your unclothed body. Panicking, you lunge towards the couch and snatch the spare blanket that lies upon it. You manage you cover your junk without too much effort, but not before Chelsea panics, dropping the large unmarked cardboard box with a clash as she whirls to face away from you.

"Chelsea!" Carrie scolds, as she struggles to hold the hefty and bulky box. She manages to guide it to the ground, however, then straightens up to assess the situation. "Oh hey John," she continues. "I didn't hear you finish with your shower. Chelsea was just helping me with a little heavy lifting."

You have known Carrie long enough to know that glint of smirk in her eyes as she claims that she didn't hear your finish your shower mean that she certainly did know, but wanted to put you and Chelsea in an awkward situation.

Wanting to do your girlfriend proud, you tie off the blanket so that you don't inadvertently flash Chelsea again and you walk up to Carrie and take her into your arms. She eagerly frenches you back, and you can tell she's playing it up a bit for your audience. After what must be a half minute of awkwardness for Chelsea as she shyly averts her gaze during such an intimate moment, you break off the kiss, with Carrie snaking her left arm around your waist and hugging you to her.

"Sorry about that Chelsea," you apologize, wanting to fill the uncomfortable silence. "I did hear someone out in the living room, but I assumed it was just Carrie. To be perfectly frank, I missed her this weekend and didn't want to wait a second longer before jumping her bones."

"Oh trust me honey, if I didn't need Chelsea's help with carrying things in I would have entered your apartment naked minus a trench coat. Though I suppose," Carrie says, turning her attention to Chelsea, "you now can see why I need to let my man off the leash some times. He's just too damn insatiable. He fucked my best friend to within an inch of her life last night and I know he's going to give me an encore performance the second you leave."

Carrie's words have started to get you going, so your cock starts to tent the blanket that serves as an impromptu covering for you. Wanting to capitalize on the momentum of showing off to Chelsea the extent of your sex life, you amend Carrie's statement, "And if you stay too much longer, I might not be able to wait any more and we finally might put this couch to good use."

"Well then," Chelsea replies, the blush of embarrassment prominent on her face. I will let you two lovebirds get to it."

"Yep!" Carrie says, her deft hands untangling the blanket and dropping it to the floor. She then drags you along, leading you into your bedroom. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Chelse. Close the door on your way out, if you would. Unless you feel the burning urge to listen in."

Taking the initiative back from Carrie, you lift her up and throw her on your bed. For now, thoughts of Chelsea fled your mind as you focus on reminding your queen just how much your cherished her.