The next couple of days

Dean’s morning was uneventful, he got up, got ready and left. He didn’t bother snooping around, he went about his business and got out of the house as soon as possible before he could get distracted by anything.

Dean’s workday was as uneventful as his morning, without the camera’s in the house he was no longer able to spy on Brooke. The only way to know what Brooke was up to was to text her… he decided it was best to leave her alone for a little while longer, he was still in the dog house.

Dean drove home in silence, not even the radio was on, he was alone with his thoughts.

Dean arrived home wondering what was he going to walk into today. While walking up to the door something caught his eye. Dean glanced over to Larissa’s house, Richard was walking out her front door. Many questions popped into Dean’s head, did Richard stay over Larissa’s house last night and stay all day? Where was Larissa’s husband? Dean also found a sense of relief, if Richard was just leaving Larissa’s then he wouldn’t have to worry about walking in on Brooke and Richard.

Dean opened his front door…

Brooke’s back was facing the door, she was wearing a white dress, it was very form fitting.

“I‘ve been waiting so long for you to come back…” Brooke said while turning towards Dean.

Her smiling face quickly went away, “oh it’s you…” she said. Dean’s excitement went away quickly, she wasn’t waiting for him.

Richard barged through the door, Brooke perked up upon seeing him. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back!” She said with a nervous chuckle to Richard. Did Brooke sound a little **** and or jealous of Richard spending time with Larissa? Richard didn’t respond and sat on the couch. Brooke got on her knees in front of him unprompted and started undoing his belt.

“At least I don’t have a audience there.” Richard said obviously referring to Dean. Brooke looked up at Dean with a stern look that basically said get out of here. Dean went into the kitchen to leave them alone sort of, he could still hear everything.

By the time Dean was done in the kitchen, Brooke and Richard were done in the living room. Dean came out to an empty room, they must have gone upstairs. Dean didn’t see them for the rest of the night.

Dean watched TV for hours before calling it quits and going to bed. When he turned off the TV he could hear shouting, but it wasn’t coming from inside the house. Dean walked towards the back door and opened it a crack. He could now hear more clearly that it was Larissa and her husband arguing about something. Dean can’t help but think this has to do with Richard. The yelling didn’t last long though, they probably realized they were being loud and went inside.

Dean retired to his bed in the guest room, was tomorrow going to be the same?

It wasn’t Groundhog Day for Dean but his morning and work was a repeat, nothing special at all until he arrived home.

Dean drove down his street and before getting to his house witnessed Larissa’s husband packing his car and he didn’t look happy. ‘Well that can’t be good,’ Dean thought to himself. He didn’t bother to stop and ask but figured Richard had to have something to do with that.

Dean parked and approached his front door, who or what will he be greeted by today?

Brooke was sitting on the couch, she was fully clothed and not doing anything sexual. What really is normal was somewhat weird to Dean, he really was expecting something. Dean closed the door behind him, “Hey,” he said to Brooke, she responded with a shallow “hi.”

Dean went into the kitchen and unpacked his lunch bag from the day before returning to the living room. Brooke was still sitting on the couch. Dean now noticed the TV was on but the sound was off. “What are you doing?” Dean asked Brooke. “Just waiting… I mean watching tv…” she said, her mind was clearly elsewhere.

Waiting? Dean was now curious, he sat down on the other couch and looked over at Brooke. She was sitting on the couch with her arms folded over themselves, she kind of looked stiff and not relaxed. He also noticed she really wasn’t watching the TV, her eyes wandered around the room. Dean could hear the faint sound of moaning, was Richard upstairs with someone? Was Brooke trying to listen?

“Who’s upstairs?” Dean asked, but regretted it immediately. Brooke was clearly a little upset and glared at Dean. “Larissa is here,” she said before staring off again. “Oh,” Dean said. They both sat in silence again.

Dean broke the silence, “So I saw Larissa’s husband packing his car…”

“Yeah, Larissa told him to fuck off,” Brooke chimed in, “she knows what she wants and pulled the trigger, I applaud her for that…”

“What’s that supposed…” Dean started saying before he heard footsteps on the stairs.

Larissa came down the steps, her hair was messy and she had a smile on her face, she was satisfied with getting throughly fucked. Richard came down the steps after her.

Richard was downstairs for a second and waved at Brooke to come and immediately walked back up the steps. Brooke perked up and quickly followed Richard up the steps. Guess it’s her turn.

Larissa was still standing there, “Hey Dean,” she said. “Hi Larissa,” Dean replied. She looked at the door and then back at Dean, “do you know if my husband… I mean well ex-husband is still over there… I’m trying to avoid him…”

“He was there when I got home, I don’t know about now,” Dean said. “Can you check for me? Please?” Larissa asked him. Dean got up and went out the front door and looked over to where Larissa’s house is. Her husband’s car was gone. Dean went back inside, “Look’s like the coast is clear.”

“Thank you Dean…” Larissa said as she exited the house, “and enjoy your night…” she giggled a little. Dean closed the front door and could hear Brooke faintly upstairs. Dean turned the TV volume on and wasted the night away. Will tomorrow be the same?

Dean went to work in the morning just like the last two days, no funny business. Work let him take his mind off everything at home, but that only lasts so long before he has to go home.

Driving up to the house he sees Larissa carry a box from his house to hers, what’s that about? Dean parked and got out of his car and approached the house. Brooke exited the door with a box.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked Brooke. “Your wish is finally coming true, Richard is moving out!” Brooke said cheerfully while walking towards Larissa’s house. Dean was shocked, was Richard really moving out? Was the Master Plan finished?

Dean walked inside to see another familiar face, Alexa, she was also carrying a box. “Hi Dean,” she said as she walked by. All the girls seemed to be helping Richard move out and into Larissa’s house. There were a lot of boxes in the family room but Richard was still yet to be seen. Dean made his way up the stairs to Richard’s room.

Richard was in his room organizing things, “Hey Richard,” Dean said. “Hey, looks like I’m finally moving out,” Richard said. “Looks like it,” Dean said. “Can you help me with a few boxes?” Richard asked while handing Dean a box, “Thanks.” Before Dean turned and left the room, Brooke, Larissa and Alexa returned to get more boxes.

“Alexa, wait,” Richard said, “Give that box to Dean, I need you to help me with something.” Alexa gave Dean a second box while Larissa and Brooke left the room. Richard whipped out his cock for Alexa to suck, she happily obliged. Dean can’t believe Richard can really do whatever he wants. Dean begrudgingly takes the two boxes over to Larissa’s.

Brooke, Larissa and Dean continued to take trips over to the other house while Richard and Alexa had fun together. Dean tried stopping but Brooke made him continue, she even made him go into Richard’s bedroom to get those boxes while Richard and Alexa fucked.

After all the boxes were taken to Larissa’s, Richard and Alexa finally came downstairs.

“Well Dean, this is it I guess.” Richard said. “Thanks for being a good roommate and I guess we are now neighbors,” Richard stuck out his hand for Dean to shake. Dean embraced him in a handshake.

“Come on ladies, let go unpack…” Richard said before walking out the door. Brooke, Larissa and Alexa all following close behind.

Dean watched Richard lead a bunch of beautiful women away from his house. Was this the Master Plan? Was it over? Richard had finally moved out of the house. Did he finally get himself a girlfriend? It seems from Dean’s point of view that he has three girlfriends.

Dean was alone in his house. Nobody returned that night. Brooke didn’t come back, the Master Plan was over, or was it?