Monday, Guy had to return to school to finish the last of the fall term, so while that diminished somewhat the amount of time we could be together, he had completed all of his term papers and therefore he just had to cram for finals. He ripped through them and brought home three A's and a B. However, the spring semester was more grueling because he had to do his senior thesis and really got socked in with work in his other classes, too. The result of that was that even with the fact he didn't have to work while he went to school his drive to achieve ensured that he would be tired a lot of the time as he slaved away to finish his degree. I even went to school with him on the weekends to help him do research at the library not because I really wanted to do it, but so I could spend more time with him and show support for the effort he was putting forth.

The workouts I had him undertake, though, were also showing good results and his body was more muscular and tapered now and, in contrast to having been historically a restless sleeper, he slumbered as if he was dead, imbuing him with more energy when he was up in the morning and throughout the day.

What also ate into my time with Guy was that once February rolled around, my band started rehearsals again after a two month layoff. Sandra had still been coming over to jam with me and fuck, so we were still tight, but getting us synched back up with our rhythm section required a bit of time. After a couple of weeks, though, we were back in good form and ready to rock. We did some bar gigs in March and those were fun. It was like getting the cobwebs out and by the end of the month we were definitely firing on all six again. Sandra had some vacation time coming at her job, so she took it in April and we booked a whole week solid of college and high school gigs and just destroyed at every one of them. Showing off your musical skills for the win! Too bad Guy couldn't see us since he was preoccupied.

However, that same month, Sena phoned Guy and told him she was going to visit him during Japan's so-called Golden Week, which usually comes the first week of May. Guy was in the middle of researching and writing his last few papers and ramping up for finals and, to be honest, really didn't want her there then. Of course, he didn't tell her that, but he at least made it clear to her that he was going to be absent a lot of the time even though he would look forward to seeing her in the evenings once he was done.

My band also had gigs that week, as the foundation we built during the last couple of years seemed to bear fruit, making us more in demand.

Sena arrived on the Saturday just before April turned into May. As both Guy and I anticipated, she was concerned about the wedding bands Guy and I were wearing and asked if we had gotten married. Guy assured her that we hadn't and, like the last time she was here, they made out and groped each other while I drove us all to my house. The following morning, they went to the beach together and, after they had spent some time in the water, he told her to wait at the waterline and he scurried back to his car and then back to her side. He said to her that she was as beautiful to him as the ocean and the sky and then produced the engagement ring he had bought for her and proposed. She began crying and shaking as she accepted. Monday, I hired an immigration attorney to help start getting the paperwork in order so she could apply for permanent residency.

They came home shortly after that momentous event and, once they cleaned up, we all went out to a nice sushi place to celebrate. After that, most of the discussion centered around how they were going to live together, what she was going to do for a job once she obtained permission to work in the states, etc. They were going to have to hold the ceremony in Aomori, though, to make it easier for her parents to come to the ceremony. Her folks weren't all that chuffed that she was going to leave Japan and live in America, but at least she would be married now and so they no longer had to worry about that. I was genuinely happy for them.

As far as the household responsibilities were concerned, I would continue cooking the meals since I was far better at it than her, but she would help me with the dusting and vacuuming and all the other housework.

The night of the proposal   I let them spend by themselves in their bedroom and they had a right royal fuck fest, as he  reamed, licked and sucked her and had her suck him for several hours. I listened in on them for a while and brought myself off several times before finally retiring for the evening. She was also apparently digging his now toned body  and that may have raised the intensity of her ardor.

We saw Guy off to school Monday morning and then her and I set about finding the aforementioned attorney. We were able to have an initial consultation that day, with me acting as the interpreter, and obtained the necessary papers. She thanked me for all the help and liked it when I called her "oneechan (older sister)." We went shopping after that before returning home to make dinner for Guy. Once we ate, we had Guy lie on some warm towels Sena and I had laid on the floor and we gave him a massage, which ended in Sena riding his cock to a hot orgasm while I sat on his face and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue slathering and sucking my clit. We then reconnoitered in my shower and took our sweet time soaping up and washing each other. It was like we were little kids just having some bathtime fun.

One thing I would find out about Sena that week, since I was actually paying attention, was what a little sexual tornado she was. I don't know if it was the several years she had gone without experiencing the old in and out before she met Guy, but boy, she really loved her some dick from what I was seeing at that time. She had also been a good girl and done her deep throating practice and now could take his tube steak all the way down. She must have also made peace with her new status as a slave since  she seemed especially intent on pleasing him. I only hoped that it wasn't only out of some sense of competition with me but because she loved him that much.

As far as the lesbian stuff, she said she enjoyed the soft touch of my fingers on her nipples and loved the way I ate her, so she let me do those things to her whenever Guy would allow it. She was really loosening up and taking to heart Guy's and my urging to worry less about what people would think and just enjoy herself.

She was going to go back to Japan that Saturday PST, so Friday, before I left for the gig the band was doing in Redondo Beach, he had her come to my bedroom and kneel before him, upon which he pulled out a collar of the same type I wore, only this one was red, and asked her if she would accept being his collared slave. She consented and he buckled it on to her and told her that she must wear it wherever she is except at her work since too many people there would know what it was. Even then, she had to carry it with her in her purse.

When she returned to work the ensuing Monday, she got lots of attention for being engaged, but her coworkers were surprised who her betrothed was since she had kept her involvement with Guy a secret.

Two days before she re-emerged at her workplace, Guy and I escorted her to the airport. I urged her to be patient and to not get ahead of herself and take each day at work as it comes since the wedding date, which was going to be in June of the following year, was still a ways off, as was when she would get her green card.

The weekend after, they had another all female tribute band festival in San Diego since the one the previous year went off so well. The Iron Maiden cover group was booked that day, so since nobody wanted to follow us, we ended up as the accidental headliner and were given two hours. We had rearranged our set that year anyway so as to not get too stale and mechanical. We opened with "Rock You Like a Hurricane," and segued into "Speedy's Coming" and then after Terry greeted the crowd, we did "Lovedrive," "Picture Life," "Fly  to the Rainbow," "No One Like You" and "The Zoo" all in a row. Now we were on a roll and we blazed through the rest of our song list before closing it out with "Coming Home" during our second and final encore.

Backstage after the gig, the girls in the other bands were telling us we would have blown anybody  but the Scorpions themselves off the stage, we played that well. Sandra had woodsheded hardcore over the break and did a series of three nifty rapid legato sequences during an extended solo section in "The  Zoo." My talk box wasn't working (fortunately, we discovered that during soundcheck and not the actual show), so I walked over to her and told her to do those licks again and I played third and fifth harmony parts to them before I signaled to the drummer to do the roll into the final chorus of the tune.

A lot of video of us from that show was posted on You Tube during the next week by audience members and it got us some gigs, one of which was filling a hole for a band that had canceled just a few days before out in San Bernadino. It was on a Thursday, so not much of a turnout, but we killed nonetheless. We also did the biker bar near Fullerton a couple of times and leveled the place while also selling it out.

We then decided to schedule a show on short notice at the Veterans Hall we had previously played in Orange County. That sold out, too, and we were flying high, at least as far as being a cover band went. We didn't have any other bookings until mid-July, though and it was only three weeks before Guy was going to finish his B.A. and then we would head off for Japan only days after that for three weeks. We did rehearse three times a week to stay sharp and Sandra and I jammed at my house three or four times in addition. Guy was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, but he was also worn out and just wanted to get it over with. Driving himself too hard was the main problem.

Thankfully, he kicked ass on his finals and aced all of his classes and graduated with honors. Ten days after his final day of classes, and after I had taken my dogs to the kennel, which elicited a lot of guilt on both our parts, he and I took a private jet to Narita Airport and from there we hopped a limousine bus to a nice hotel in Asakusa, Tokyo. Because both of us had been able to sleep on the plane, we arrived fully rested and ready to rock. Sena was waiting for us at our hotel when we checked in and once we disposed of our luggage we went out to eat. Both of us were wearing our collars, which got us some knowing looks from many of the passersby as we made our way to a little place that Sena knew about. We went back to the hotel room and, of course, Guy had us immediately strip. Sena and I were both wearing skirts with no panties. Guy then remarked that Sena's little bush had to go. He had already planned for this and brought a tube of pre-shave lotion from the states and a fresh razor. We went into the bathroom and she and I got into the tub and showered together as Guy watched while he stroked his cock. Once she was properly clean and her hairy mound moist, I lathered it up and shaved her pussy bald, her pink folds now evident in all their succulent glory. Guy then bent her over, her hands against one wall of the tub, and fucked her, dispatching his hot juice deep inside of her as she finished off an orgasm that made her tremble.

She washed the cum out of her cunt and Guy had her lay on the bed and spread her legs. He ate her like a starving man and spurred her to multiple orgasms that reduced her to an exhausted, quaking mess. He then had me do the honors and because her clit was so sensitive, it didn't take much to trip her trigger again and again and again. The vision of all this made him hard and I felt him sliding his cock into the opening of my pussy, thrusting it downward to stimulate the area nearest my g spot, me stifling my moans and sighs of pleasure with Sena's jellyroll as I came several times before he disgorged his sperm into me.

Sena got dressed and left and then returned the next morning for breakfast before we went shopping. I had them pick out their wedding bands, which were gold and weren't cheap. We subsequently walked to a love hotel , where Guy fucked both of us, before we went to Sena's apartment. She rolled out a futon and we all got naked and held each other for a while just talking. She let me kiss her a few times, too, which was sweet. The conversation was mostly about the wedding ceremony and she had scheduled an appointment to see a wedding planner in Aomori the following Saturday. Guy then had Sena blow him and she swallowed his load like a good girl should. Her oral skills were definitely improved over what they were when Guy originally met her. I had  to hand it to her. She was even licking his balls, something she never would have done before.

After we went to dinner, we went back to her apartment, where Guy had us both kneel and take turns sucking his cock, putting it in my mouth for a bit and then inserting it into Sena's and so on and so forth before he blasted my face with thick volleys of his seed at the end. Sena wanted us to stay overnight with her so she wouldn't feel lonely and  I got to hold her cute body until I fell asleep and so did Guy, no doubt helping to greatly alleviate any feelings of isolation. Her alarm clock woke us up and we all  got dressed and she headed to work while we went to our hotel for a change of clothes. At the end of her workday, we went to where Guy used to work to pick her up and many of the staff congratulated him on marrying Sena. I took Sena and Guy to dinner. We exited the restaurant and Guy ordered Sena to look for stores that carry S&M gear on her cellphone as we stood there in front of the entrance to the train station. She was turning several shades of red looking at those listings in public, but she found one not too far away and Guy had us go there. The prices were outrageous, but he had her buy some rope, nipple clamps, a gag, a butt plug that vibrated, one of those huge Hitachi "back massager" things, lube, a blindfold and a vibrating egg. She was as embarrassed as shit and Guy and I were smiling at each other over that. She couldn't get out of there fast enough.

We got on the train to her apartment. Of course, Guy made her continue to carry the bag with the illicit goods in them even on the subway. He stood behind her and groped her as the train rolled along, slipping his hand under her skirt to grab her ass and even play with her slit a little. Her pussy was drenched, so she loved the humiliation of it all. We arrived at her stop and walked the other four blocks or so to her apartment. When we got inside and took our clothes off, Guy had her lay on her stomach on the floor and he lubed up the butt plug and gently pushed it inside of her presumably previously virgin asshole.  He rolled her on to her back and had her elevate her legs so that the soles of her feet were parallel with the ceiling and he bound her ankles together. He then took her hands and tied them and then attached the hand tie to the one around her ankles. He slipped the vibrating egg into her pussy and then gagged and blindfolded her. Next was the nipple clamps, which were adjustable, and they bit into her milk ducts just enough to be mildly painful. Then he and I tickled her for about 20 minutes as the vibrators worked their magic inside of her, the combination of the orgasms and the laughter leaving her almost breathless. He pulled out the massager and turned it up to halfway and held it on her clit. She started screaming as orgasm after orgasm invaded her over the  next half an hour, her snatch glistening with all of her overflowing wetness.

When he turned everything off, removed the gag and untied her, she just laid there limp and with a drugged expression on her face. Guy stripped and crawled on top of her and began screwing her for all he was worth. It took almost no time for her to commence cumming again and repeatedly after that until he spurted hundreds of millions of sperm into her birth canal.

When he finished, we both cuddled her. "Daijoubu (are you alright)?" "Hai (yes)", she retorted in a pacified tone. Guy got up and turned the light off and crawled back over to her and pulled the blindfold off. We both laid there enjoying the feeling of this beautiful woman's skin against ours as she nodded off. Guy and I talked for a couple of hours as we watched her snooze before we joined her in dreamland.

We spent the next three nights at Sena's, too, because it made her feel better to have someone there with her. Saturday morning, we  took the first train out of Tokyo bound for Aomori Prefecture, which is on Japan's northern coast. It took some hours, but both Guy and I were getting more and more nervous the closer we got to our destination. I checked to make sure that Sena wasn't wearing her collar and she was allowed to wear panties for this occasion only. Her parents picked us up and took us to their home about four miles away. from the station Guy was fidgeting since he was going to have to ask her father to be allowed to marry her. The car pulled up to a more western looking single family home and we all got out with our baggage and went  inside. The downstairs looked not a lot unlike what you would see in a regular house in the U.S., but the upstairs, according to Sena, was all tatami matted and strictly Japanese style. It was a nice cozy place.

We sat on couches in the living room and chit chatted for quite a while, a lot of the talk, as one would think, revolving around Guy and they were pretty curious about me, too. To prevent any misunderstandings, Guy and I took off our wedding bands and me my collar before we left our hotel room in Tokyo. Sena had her hands folded primly in her lap as the conversation proceeded. The wedding planner was coming over soon, so it was go time for Guy. I said a silent prayer hoping this bit would go well.

"Mr. Matsumura, Sena-chan is the love of my life. She is smart, beautiful, elegant and nice and it is difficult to see the rest of my life without Sena in it. If you allow me to marry her, I promise to care for and love her with all of my heart for the rest of our lives," he said. Short, but sweet. Sena's dad sucked some air through her teeth as Japanese are wont to do when they're uptight about something. The pause seemed to last for hours, but was probably less than 30 seconds. "Well, I think we're just going to have to accept this, especially at her age, so I'll allow it," he assented. Guy profusely thanked him and Sena began to cry out of happiness. Her and I hugged each other before she took Guy's hand and held it.

The wedding planner showed up at four on the dot and laid out different options for the ceremony and the reception. I wasn't going to get involved here because it was just too much of a headache and it was a chance for Sena to attention whore it up anyway. These things are solely for the bride. Always have been, always will be. Her and Guy settled on some preliminary plans and a date and the rest of the details would be worked out later.

At around six, Sena's mom began making dinner. I offered to help, but she wouldn't hear of it,  which turned the conversation toward food and Sena telling her dad what a great cook I was. After we ate, Sena then took us upstairs to show us to our rooms. Of course, Guy wasn't going to be permitted to sleep in the same room as her until they were married and he was definitely not going to be allowed to sleep in the same space as me, either, so Sena and I doubled up and Guy was consigned to Sena's elder brother's old room. He wasn't pleased about it, but knew there was nothing he could do about it. Once we all bathed, I just wore a bra and panties while Sena was in pajamas, but those were soon discarded after everyone went to sleep and I  began fooling around with her nipples, eventually eating her to many, many orgasms with my tongue on her clit, Sena suppressing her cries of ecstasy with a pillow over her head.

We departed the next morning with Guy feeling like a death row inmate who had just been given a reprieve. He and Sena were mooning at each other on the train and she kept looking at her ring as if she couldn't believe it was there. We were glad to be back in Tokyo and the first stop was our hotel, where I sent out our dirty clothes to be cleaned. We put our wedding bands back on and Guy refastened our collars back on us. We subsequently spent that night and every one afterward at Sena's except for the weekend, when we stayed in Osaka and took day trips to Nara and Himeji Castle, arriving back in Tokyo Monday morning. I phoned the kennel back home to check on my dogs and we went guitar shopping before we met Sena later in the day and went back to her place, where she was given a good hard fucking by Guy while I watched and diddled myself.

The following Friday was our last day and Sena didn't want us to leave since she enjoyed having someone in her apartment with her at night. However, I couldn't change my plane's schedule without incurring big charges, so we kissed her goodbye as she left for work. That was the last time we would see her until the New  Year's holidays. I would have let her live with us if the immigration laws permitted it. It was just as well for me, though, since I now had Guy all to myself.

My guilt over leaving the dogs for so long saw me going overboard with them once we got home. I took them out for several hours and gave them copious treats. They wouldn't leave our side the entire first weekend back and that's understandable. A couple of them slept in bed with us for several days in a row.

I reconnected with Sandra and the rest of the band and we had a gig the next week. It was nice to get stuck in again that way and things went off surprisingly crisply, even after a month layoff.

Unfortunately for the band, though, Sandra's circumstances were about to change. First, she was unhappy with the lack of time George was able to put into their relationship due to his school (he still had another year left) and job as well as wanting to hang out with his other friends. Secondly, the Friday after we did the gig, she got called into her big boss' office and was notified that she was being promoted into a management position, which meant that she was both going to get paid a lot more and have to put in a lot more hours every week. Consequently, she met with George and told him it was over and then called Terry and told her she had to leave the band. That would basically put us out of action for at least the next two to three months and perhaps for good. At the time things were uncertain.

Then she asked if she could move in with me. Now God knows I love Sandra, but with Guy and Sena and our situation I had some mixed feelings about this. I told her I would think about it. She was fed up with apartment life and even though it would mean a longer commute to work for her she also wanted to live in a situation where she could be more open about her sexuality. She even offered to pay rent, but if there is one thing I have learned in life it is that you never mix money and friendship. You never lend your friends money and you also never have them work for or with you. So I rejected the rent offer out of hand and now my sole determination was how Sandra was going to be to live with on a permanent basis, especially after Sena moves in.  I talked it over with Guy and he then discussed it with Sena. Sena was fine with having Sandra in the house. The benefit fort me having her there was that when Guy and I went to Japan for the marriage ceremony Sandra could take care of my dogs and I wouldn't have to kennel them.

Moreover, the immigration lawyer I hired informed us that we could have Sena come over on a fiance visa and so Guy filed all the applicable paperwork and she was going to be able to come and live with us beginning the Christmas holidays. Sena was thrilled, as were Guy and I. However, I also kind of read her the riot act about whose house it was and said she could redecorate her and Guy's room if she wanted but the rest of my home was going to stay as is. She was okay with that, or more likely, conceded that there wasn't anything she could do to change it.

In the end, I decided to allow Sandra to live with us, but she would do so as my personal slave, which meant she would be perpetually nude  at home and subject to severe punishment if she got out of line. She was also going to be allowed to  only bring her equipment and stage outfits with her as well as some family and personal mementos. She was to take all of her remaining clothes to Goodwill since  I was going to buy her an all new wardrobe and she would have no right to decide for herself what to wear. Guy could also fuck her whenever he wanted and so could Sena and me. She was good with all of that since it suited her submissive side.

We consulted with Sena again about the four of us sleeping together every night in my bedroom and she said it was fine with her. So I ordered a bigger bed and platform for it. Guy told Sena to have her effects sent to her parents home in Aomori and we would determine what she would be allowed to bring to America with her the week of the wedding.

Guy began the credentialing program in late August and the routine was a lot easier on him psychologically than what he endured as an undergrad. So he was usually in a pretty good mood when he came home and we began to go through another patch where we basically fucked like bunnies. It was only four more months now I would have him to myself and I wanted to take full advantage of it.

Sandra moved in on a Saturday during the second week of September. Aside from some framed family photos, tab books and momentos (such as her college diploma), all she brought over were her three Flying V's, a couple of Marshall stacks and a Marshall combo plus an Epiphone Les Paul and a Fender Strat, stands for them as well as her pedal board, which only included a wah pedal, a delay box, an overdrive unit and a noise gate as well as the footswitches for her amps and all the attendant cables. Guy gallantly carried the heavy amp heads and cabs up the stairs to her room for her and hooked everything up. Sandy was stoked that her new bedroom was so much larger than the one at her apartment.

The next day, we went shopping and I bought her a number of sexy outfits as well as some power suits for her job along with matching shoes and lingerie. Monday, I sent her off to work in a black cheongsam with a slit skirt, black thigh high stockings, her locks bound by red silk rope into a hair corset and red four inch open toed heels. Jaws were reportedly hitting the ground. She frankly looked smoking hot. In fact so much so that I had her stay in that outfit even after she got home. Then I peeled it off of her at bedtime and Guy and I took turns fucking and sucking her. When we were done, we sandwiched her between us and cuddled her until we fell asleep.

Tuesday, she was put in a blue power suit with black panty hose, a black lace panty and bra combo and two inch pumps with her hair hanging freely and I kept changing up her attire, alternately sexy and corporate or demure. That Friday, I had Guy wake her up early and screw her and then immediately put some panties on her to hold the cum in and so she went to work with her underwear soaked with his semen and didn't come home until after 8 p.m. She reheated her dinner in the microwave and then showered, whereupon I was all over her pussy, eating her to half a dozen intense orgasms. We jammed for a couple of hours after that naked while Guy watched. At bedtime, Guy fucked the living shit out of me and, when I woke up in the morning, there was a huge stain under me from the cum that had spilled out of my slit overnight.