Breakfast.

We lucked out on traffic with the drive south through Coldwater Canyon Drive and arrived outside the gates in just under half an hour, where Corrine was already waiting for us. Even though she was dressed in a simple pink floral sundress but with her curvaceous body (and notably her huge tits) she looked ravishing!

"Hey guys!" she chirped after entering the SUV and was greeted with hugs and kisses by her best friends.

"So where do you recommend we go for breakfast?" I asked.

"The Cow's End Cafe," Corrine suggested.

"The what's end?" Elizabeth giggled.

"Cow's End, as bull butt," Corrine answered. "It's a cute little deli with amazing bagels and breakfast tacos!"

"I'm in, just give me the address and I'll punch it into the GPS," I said.

"It's right at the end of Washington Boulevard," Corrine said after telling me the address of the deli.

While I chauffeured the girls the twenty or so minute drive from the Playboy Mansion to Venice Beach they caught up with each other since the last time the six of us were together, which of course included talking about sex. Elizabeth, Talia, and Amy giddily chatted about the amazing sex the four of us had since the two girls had moved in with my wife and me.

"God, I'm so jealous!" Corrine sighed. "I miss sex!"

"Me too!" Stephanie nodded.

"Wait, you had sex last night!" Corrine huffed.

"So I did!" Stephanie grinned.

"How was it?" Corrine asked.

"Ian was amazing!" Stephanie boasted.

"He made all four of us cum!" Talia chirped.

"Okay, no more talk about sex before I get too frustrated and **** Ian to pull over and fuck me!" Corrine chided.

I was glad she did that because my cock was rock hard and I would have gladly turned off the San Diego Freeway to stop the car to bang her! By the time we arrived in Venice Beach my erection had subsided and I lucked out that there was parking across the street from the cafe. I guess we were early enough to beat the weekend tourist rush!

In front of The Cow's End, a four storey black wood building, was a makeshift patio, with concrete barriers surrounding it. There were only a few customers ahead of us in line to the front counter but even then having five beautiful busty women accompany me still made both the staff and customers do a double take (the guy behind the counter was very friendly with the indecisive girls while they stared up at the menu board to see what to order).

"Let's sit outside in the patio!" Elizabeth chirped.

"No, let's go upstairs," Corrine replied.

"Why?" Elizabeth wondered. "It's a nice sunny day!"

I guess the girls developed some secret silent language over the years because Corrine just gave the girls one look and they agreed.

"You girls save us a table upstairs and I'll bring the food up," I said. They nodded and I watched them — all wearing summer dresses that did little to hide their curvaceous bodies — climb up the stairs and bypassed the statue of the Holstein Friesian dairy cow mascot above the front door. I was wondering what was so special about the top floor dining room and my mind raced on what nefarious plans Corrine had in store for me when I went upstairs.

One of the guys behind the counter called out my order number and I showed him my receipt. As he slid the tray of food and drinks towards me he whispered, "Dude, is one of your friends in a Carl's Jr. commercial?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Cool, dude," he grinned and gave me a fist bump.

I climbed up the stairs and walked past the first room full of wooden tables and chairs to the lounge where the girls were sitting on low armchairs, that were set between two doors while surrounding a coffee table.

"Hey, girls, who has the health-nut baguette?" I asked, setting the tray down on the coffee table.

Amy raised her hand and I handed her food to her.

"Who ordered spicy pollo pesto wrap?" I asked.

"Me!" Talia replied, waving her hand excitedly.

"The Thai tuna wrap?" I asked.

"That would be me," Corrine smiled. "Thank you."

"The tuna melt panini?" I asked.

"That's mine," Stephanie answered.

"And I guess the black forest sandwich is Elizabeth," I smiled, handing my wife her food.

"What did you get, honey?" Elizabeth wondered.

"I got Uncle Daudy's pastrami sandwich," I replied as I sat down next to her.

"Wait, Ian," Corrine interrupted me when I was about to take a bite of my sandwich.

"What is it?" I wondered, putting my food down.

"Um, I need to speak to you privately," she whispered, nervously looking around the otherwise empty lounge.

"Sure, okay," I replied.

"In private..." she said, standing up from her chair.

I looked at my wife and she nodded, assuring me she had no problem with such a request. "Okay," I muttered and stood up.

Corrine moved the potted plant that was blocking the door that was behind her seat and quietly opened the door.

"Where are we going?" I asked, walking up to her.

"Somewhere private..."

"Don't worry, we'll make sure noone disturbs you two," Talia grinned.

But before I could question what she had meant by that Corrine pulled me into the emergency stairwell and closed the door behind us.

"Why are we here?" I asked, looking up the stairs to what I assume were apartments above the restaurant to see if anyone was watching us, but was cut short by her fierce kiss.