As I'd predicted, Donna felt a lot better when she left for school the next morning, and better still by the time she got home. When it was just the two of us later, she told me that it was going to be a while, but that she most certainly did want to do it again.
As the next few weeks progressed, Karen and I tried to hump each others brains out a few times, and Donna wanted me to fuck her ass a couple more times; even Wendy and I got into it twice by getting each other off orally — she quickly learned how to not only get me hard, but tease me into some of the hardest climaxes I'd ever had, and greedily swallowing every drop of cum that got past her lips. I was perfectly happy to help her have even stronger orgasms than she'd had before.
It wasn't like I was getting off every night, or anything like that, however. During the week, when the girls had school the next day, things were relatively tame; there was usually some discreet groping and fondling, and one or two of them might spend the night with me, but the sex was usually limited to Friday evenings, or on Saturdays. Several times, Teresa would see me or one of the girls molesting each other, but she would only smile and turn her attention back to wherever it had been. I also learned that Karen had been taken to the gynecologist by her mother, and had an IUD for birth control — something that relieved me considerably.
It was a Tuesday evening, and I was downstairs catching up on some of my technical journals when I heard what sounded like a little bit of an argument upstairs. I didn't think anything of it until I heard something large hit the floor, followed a few seconds later by what sounded like someone scuffling, accompanied by some loud voices.
Wondering what was going on, I went upstairs; as I got close to the living room, I heard a voice that I couldn't quite place — until I heard Teresa's emphatic "Damn you, Doug!", followed by her ex-husband saying "If you don't have any money now, then I'll just take one of the kids until you can find some!"
When I got a couple of steps into the living room, it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on — Doug had apparently come back, and had knocked Teresa down in the process of the two of them arguing. Donna and Karen were standing in the hallway, but Doug had one hand clamped tightly around Wendy's upper arm — I could see that his grip was tight enough that he was actually hurting her. As I tried to figure out what I could do, Doug turned his head to look at me, and said "So you're why shit's so nice here, huh? I should have known that goodie-goodie Terrific Ted was in the picture someplace! You always were too damn nice for your own good, Ted, and I never did like you."
"That's okay, Doug", I told him, "I always figured you were pretty much an asshole, and you're just proving me right…again. Stealing from the folks you worked for wasn't enough, you had to abandon your family, too — and now it sounds like you want to add kidnapping to your resume. Good move, shithead."
His clothes looked like something you'd see on a Skid Row derelict, and I could smell him even from where I was standing; on top of that, he had a not-quite-right look in his eyes, and one of those large folding knives in the hand that wasn't wrapped around Wendy's arm. The look he gave me was one of pure hatred, and I could see him start to turn my direction. I actually hoped that he'd make a move my direction — I'd made varsity wrestling in high school, and figured I could take him easily enough if he tried to hang on to Wendy; if he didn't, then I'd gotten her free of him, and I thought that I still had a better-than-even chance of taking him without getting hurt.
I'd deliberately provoked him, hoping to get his attention on me; as he started to move, I eased myself to the end of the couch, where I'd have a little more room to move.
My "plan" was ruined when Teresa told him "Doug, you stupid bastard! Don't you understand there's no way you're going to get away with any of this?"
Doug turned his attention back to her, leaving me wondering what I could or should do. My mind was racing as I saw him getting more and more upset; he was starting to look like he was going to attack Teresa when I got another idea.
After using my foot to unplug the lamp on the table next to me, I scooped it up and tossed it -
deliberately aiming it so that it would pass in front of him. As I hoped, his attention immediately shifted to it; better still was when he released Wendy so he could use his hand to knock it farther away. Before he could turn his head back my direction, I moved in and hit him with a classic wrestling take-down… one that forced him to drop the knife he held. With his arm locked in mine, I pivoted and almost literally threw him to the floor. That stunned him long enough for me to fall on top of him and get him wrapped up in my arms so that he couldn't move; even though he tried his best, I had him tied up solid. When he realized he wasn't going anywhere, he stopped his struggles — giving me the opportunity to tell Teresa "Call 9-1-1 and get the cops here now!". She shooed the girls ahead of her, and I heard her tell them to go to the neighbor's house and wait there until she told them it was okay to come back. A few seconds later, I listened as she made the phone call. Doug tried to struggle free again when he heard it, but it simply wasn't going to happen; I had a good, solid hold on him.
A couple of minutes later, I heard a siren approach; shortly after that, I saw Teresa lead a cop into the living room. In the few minutes after that, three more cops showed up; with enough of them there to deal with Doug, one told me "Okay, sir, you can let go of him. We'll take care of it if he starts anything else."
I turned loose of Doug, and as I stood up, I saw that one of the cops had a stun gun ready to use if Doug acted up. Apparently, Doug saw it, too, and meekly followed their directions as the cops got him standing, then cuffed.
After a couple of cops got Doug out of the house, the other two started taking statements from Teresa and me — and the girls, once Teresa called and let them know they could come home. It took a while, but the cops finally got everything they needed, and after making sure all of us were okay, they told us they hoped the rest of our night went better than it had so far, and left.
Teresa went in to make mixed drinks for all of us — including the girls, though theirs were appreciably weaker; when she got back, I was sitting on the couch with Wendy on my lap and my arms around her, while Donna and Karen were grafted to my sides and hanging onto my arms. After getting the drinks distributed, Teresa sat in "her" chair and looked over at me to ask
"What in God's name made you think you could go after him when he had a knife?"
After taking a healthy pull off my drink (and gasping — Teresa had made it pretty strong), I told her "I was varsity wrestling in high school, and even did pretty good in State finals a couple times. I never heard Doug say anything about being involved in any kind of sports, so I figured I had that going for me, right off. When he looked at me, I could see he was drunk or on something, so that was going to screw up his reactions, too. The last thing was that I could see that he wasn't in good shape, and I figured that gave me a strength advantage. Sorry about the lamp" — it lay broken into roughly a thousand pieces in the corner — "but that's what was handy to distract him with so I could surprise him."