I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine’s Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly’s giving nature, where she had actually cooked some chicken-fried steaks instead asking her exhausted hubby, namely me, to do something. Then again, she also used the old “Netflix and chill” routine to get me into bed, and trust me, I didn’t sleep for a good hour or so before she was done servicing me in the cowgirl and reverse cowgirl positions. I wondered if she had slipped me some Viagra or something, given how well I was able to keep up with her, but her being the aggressor didn’t hurt there, either.
I had barely cum inside my wife for the fourth time when I finally slumped and dozed off, relieved that I had at least seemingly gotten her off a few times in the process. I dreamed very pleasant dreams, too, where I floated on a cloud of soft, pillowy female flesh, hands reaching out to soothe me, caress me, fondle me, etc. There were probably about a dozen women, too, which was odd given that Shelly and I were supposedly faithful to each other, but as it was a dream, I didn’t fight it very well or question its logic (or lack thereof). I simply enjoyed that dream and others like it, such as when I was chased by a crowd of ladies, after which I seized by mermaids and dragged under the water so that they could kiss and embrace me. I didn’t know why I had such vivid fantasies before, but I had done so before ... just not so many.
When I awoke, it was still dark, and I felt hands intimately touching me, pleasuring me in a very loving and passionate manner. Assuming that my wife was frisky again, I didn’t fight it, simply letting her use me in my sleepy condition. I nodded off a couple of times and I awoke each time to kisses, hugs, fondling, and everything else. The next time, though, I awoke to find a woman above me, riding my cock in the darkness and putting my hands on her buns to please both of us. Again, I naturally thought that this was Shelly, so I let it happen and did what any man would do ... enjoy her amorous ways. I fell into half-asleep, half-awake state where I let her have her way with me and inevitably came again ... and again?
It wasn’t until I was ready to get up for a piss that I learned what the score really was, as I heard tip toes and felt soft kisses on my neck, back, and shoulders. I looked down to see a very dark pair of hands stroke my cock and it took me a few seconds to realize the problem: Shelly was white and this girl was of a darker complexion ... much darker. I couldn’t stop her just yet, as I had to piss, so I waited until I finished to turn around, at which point I was kissed ardently on the mouth with a phenomenal amount of tongue. Stunned, I still wasn’t able to break the kiss until the woman came up for air and I realized that I had been kissing Sarita, my boss!
“Good morning, lover! Best wash your hands before they stink of piss!” my supervisor urged me and I had to agree, plus it gave me a minute or two to think.
“Did we ... you know ... fuck?” I was blunt in my astonishment.
“Well, I am naked and so are you. What do you think, Mister? Like my pussy? Nice and bald, just as Shelly said that you like them. You didn’t mind licking it a few times last night, despite your own creampies in there. Oh, relax ... Shelly’s downstairs, percolating that coffee and making some excellent hash browns, fried eggs over easy, and a ham steak! Good thing that I’m not a vegan like my parents and siblings. By the way, she tasted great, too. At least twice, I licked your cum out of her, once from her ass!” Sarita informed me, as I started to shower, and she just jumped inside it with me.
“Sarita ... when did you, you know, get here? It was just Shelly and me last night, wasn’t it?” I scratched my head as she began washing my skin before I could reach for the puff.
“Oh, I was already here. Remember when I ducked out a little early, having started early? Thank God for flex time, sweetie. I was here the whole time that you were having supper, and when you two retired to bed, I ate leftovers. I must say, Shelly is quite the cook, isn’t she? Then, once we were sure that you were too far gone to put up any resistance, we slipped you some Viagra and got to work on servicing you as a team. So far, the plan has worked remarkably well, not that I’m surprised, since you’re such a stud!” Sarita declared as she enjoyed my hands on her body, naturally returning the favor in spite of my shock.
“The plan? What plan?” I asked, incredulous now.
“To knock me up at the same time that you impregnate her, of course! That way, you can have two baby mamas, as any stud should have ... at least! One baby mama just ain’t enough for a natural-born cock of the walk like you!” my boss stunned me with her take on things, “And naturally, the one who loves and knows you most ... agrees with me about you.”
“And just when did the two of you cook this plan of yours up, anyway?” I inevitably inquired.
“Oh, during the office Christmas party last year, when we really hit it off due to our shared admiration for you. We’ve been plotting this for a good while, wouldn’t you agree? Remember the bondage games? With the blindfolds? That was both of us, plus ... Serena! Oh, and we’ve all been lesbian lovers, too,” Sarita shocked me further, even as Serena helped us out of the shower and dried us off.
“Lesbianism? Incest? What else?” I asked with utter shock.
“Well, as Shelly will help explain once we go down there for the Valentine’s Day breakfast, it being a personal day thanks to your truly, we’re all pregnant to you now. All three of us! Think of that! Anyway, let’s go down there and let your dear wife sweet talk you into forgiving us all. There’s a method to our madness, I promise you, and now that it’s too late to prevent, we’re going to be more ... submissive to you and throw ourselves on the mercy of the court,” Sarita continued.
“What court?” I asked, confused.
“The court of Adam Gould, our wonderful husband!” Shelly declared herself as she took my hand and led me downstairs to the kitchen, still quite naked.
“You said ‘our, ‘ in a plural sense,” I noted.
“That’s because, big brother, we all want to be your wives. Oh, come on, don’t be like that, please? Shelly and I have wanted to share you for a while, and then when we met Sarita, the pieces all fell into place. It’s Valentine’s Day, and we all want to be your Valentines ... all three of us. Pretty please, bro! I like being your sister, but I will love being your wife, too! Think of it!” Serena pleaded with me, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me in a way that left no doubt that she had more than sisterly affections in mind.
“And what about your husband ... and Sarita’s?” I noted, tempted though I was.
“History. He refused to reverse his vasectomy and that was it. Irreconcilable differences! Plus, he caught me sleeping with Shelly. No doubt he’ll have nothing good to tell you the next time you speak to each other, if ever. Naturally, I sort of ... let him catch us together before having him served,” Serena assured him, “It was never right, that marriage. Not fair to him, to me, or to you most of all. This is for the best. We can both move on with our lives, even poor Dick.”
“Okay, but what of you?” I turned to Sarita.
“He was involved in a ‘personnel’ flare-up last year when he groped a flight attendant, called him a ‘sissy, ‘ beat him up, and threatened to throw this poor Thai airline steward off the fucking plane! He was not only suspended, but he will likely be terminated and lose his flying license. When I found out the reason, I was as disgusted as his superiors and told him never to come home again. That was last November, at which point I was now free to pursue my fantasies of you.
“He was served at Thanksgiving dinner and I must confess that I get a kick out of that, since he spend it at Denny’s and the process server tracked him down there. Not to worry for Kumar, though. He has buddies that have already lined him up a job in insurance with actuarial tables. It pays a bit less than piloting, but he’ll probably rise again up the ladder if he doesn’t bully and sexually assault any more people,” Sarita threw up her hands before kneeling to suck my cock a bit.
“Tastes better, doesn’t he? Nice and clean down there, but still with a manly musk to him. I love how he tastes and smells and I absolutely enjoy sucking his cock!” Shelly admitted to us all now.
“Join me?” Sarita suggested.
“Don’t mind if I do, honey. He’s got the yummiest cock in the world!” Shelly said as she knelt to go down on me and share my dick with my boss.
“Is it okay if I finger your ass, brother? Pretty please? I’d like to rim you, too!” Serena begged me, not waiting for an answer, though, before she went to town on my ass.
I was hungry as could be right then, but I couldn’t ignore the pleasures of having three sexy women orally and manually service me. It was a good thing that I wasn’t consumable right then, or there would have been no room for breakfast for them, judging from how they devoured me. It wasn’t very long before Shelly moved on to my balls and started pleasuring them as well, either. Being stimulated pretty much everywhere below the waist, I was extremely aroused and my cock was at full mast. That was, unfortunately, when they stopped.
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