A road trip to L.A.

It was hard for me to concentrate at work all week knowing that I would be going to the Playboy Mansion and meet the Hugh Hefner with my five lovers that weekend and I could not tell a single soul! All my coworkers knew was that Elizabeth and I would be going to L.A. to see some friends.

As soon we got home from work on Friday we hurriedly got ready for the road trip — even though we were just going to be down there for the weekend the girls insisted on bringing suitcases full of clothes for various occasions (bikinis for the beach, short skirts to go shopping, little black dresses for the party, and long dresses for everything else) just in case. I just brought a garment bag for a day's worth of clothes and a suit for the party.

Amy's dad may have grumbled when his daughter asked him to look after Adam for the weekend but he was actually more than happy to be with his grandson, making sure the boy had a father figure to be around. He had rolled his eyes whenever Amy suggested that I was the father Adam never had but she had confided in me that her father secretly approved of me because otherwise he would have never let his daughter and grandson move in with us. That said, we didn't mention to him that the four of us would be going down to party at the Playboy Mansion — he barely tolerated me having sex with not only his daughter but Talia, Corrine, and Stephanie as well — because he would definitely not appreciate it because that place embodied hedonistic fun and darker impulses. It would be crossing the line of what he tolerated of my fidelity to my wife.

Adam cried when we dropped him off and while Amy comforted him that she would be back in a couple days, her father pulled me aside to have a private talk out of earshot of the girls.

"I frankly don't care what you and he girls are doing in Los Angeles as long as it legal and doesn't involve ****," he gruffly muttered, standing a tad close to me than I was comfortable with.

"Of course, sir," I nodded. "We're just visiting Corrine and Stephanie..."

"Yes, I know," he interrupted and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear. "Remember, if you hurt any of those girls I will make your pretty wife a widow."

"Yes, sir," I nodded and he walked away with a smile.

"Adam, big boys don't cry, right?" he called out to his grandson, who sniffed and nodded. "You want some ice cream?"

The boy cheered and promptly forgot that his mother was going away for the weekend.

"Dad!" Amy cried out and was about to stop her father but he gave her a look that stopped her in her tracks.

"Go have fun with the Hollywood types!" he ordered.

We all nodded and the girls hugged him goodbye while I just gave a slight nod. He turned to follow his grandson into the house.

"What did my dad say to you?" Amy asked after we all got back into the SUV.

"Just reminding me to treat you girls right," I shrugged.

"Oh, boy do you!" Talia grinned.

I ignored the girls' giggles and asked them to text Stephanie that we were leaving and should be at her place in a few hours.

The scenic drive down to L.A. on Highway 101 was surprisingly uneventful — I had to turned down offers off a blowjob from Elizabeth and a quickie with Amy and Talia at a rest stop because I reminded them that it would be unfair to Stephanie when we finally arrived at her place that I would be spent for the night.