Chapter 9: The Second Addition

All three of my partners (and co-stars) gathered for our regular Friday evening dinner.

“I never thought I would say this, ladies, but you’re depleting me. The three of you want my attention, that is, my dick, and I can’t turn any of you down—not even when I should. It’s not that I don’t enjoy myself, you know. It’s more that I’m not enjoying each time as much. I can’t put myself fully into the sex in the way which I should.”

“Oh, sweetie, I love it when you put yourself into me,” laughed Terry.

“Honey, I’m serious. When I’m performing so often, it takes away some of my intensity, I guess. I feel less, like I can’t be fully your husband, Terry.”

“Oh, Charley. I’m sorry. We’ve been taking you for granted.”

“It’s not like I didn’t consent to it. And I love having sex with you. I just feel, well, burdened by all the performing. Carmen, Nancy, you have to go out and find men who want to fuck you on camera. Oh, don’t pout. It’s not like either of you would have trouble, with the way you look.”

“There is no man on this planet that can make love like you, Charley.” Nancy was frustrated. Carmen had similar feelings.

“You’re not seeing the big picture. There are tens of thousands of women like us online. We are successful; we stand out, because there’s not a bit of faking. We come in front of the camera every time because we love each other.

“You’ve seen those porn actors? They don’t have your charisma and your sweetness. And I promise, we couldn’t be as hot with some other guy lying on us.”

“Carmen, Nancy, Terry, do you have any ideas?”

“Unless we can have one of you marry an open-minded man with a big cock,” my wife said, “I think we have to treat our Charley like a limited resource. Let’s go back to where we started and only put him on video once a week, like Fridays when Carmen is here. Will that work for you, Charley?”

“I think so, except for one thing. That means I’m only making love to Carmen in front of cameras. That’s not what I want. How about after we’re done Friday night, I go across the street and spend the night with Carmen? Then we have a romantic morning together away from the kiddies.”

“Fuck you, Charley Sims.” But Terry was laughing with Nancy.

I was surprised at the success of our new arrangements. With less frequency, we were able to charge more for each video or live stream. On my once-a-week (Friday) nights, the audience numbers spiked. And after the live cameras were off and Carmen and I dressed to go across the street to her house, Nancy would be editing the recording into a condensed version that could be sold from our library.

“Charley, I’m lucky,” said Terry while we cuddled in bed.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Your idea was brilliant. And when we’re alone in bed together, it IS sweeter. We enjoy sex more, both of us.”

“It took me time to realize that performing was making me feel pressured, and stress isn’t good for us penis owners. I didn’t want to be all floppy when you wanted me to be stiff.”

“Can I be honest, Charley?”

“Of course you can.”

“Someday, after we’ve been married a long time, you will probably have issues like that. I mean, they sell billions of dollars of those little blue pills.”

“Oh, great. You’re anticipating when I disappoint you.”

“No! That’s the opposite of what I mean. If Mr. Happy is taking a night off, I can wait for another time. All you have to do is hold me, kiss me, and tell me that you love me. That’s what I expect from you over the next fifty years.”

“I can do that, sweetie.”

Later, at different times, Nancy and Carmen told me the same things. No doubt, if there was another hard cock around, they’d be willing to jump on it. But with me around, they didn’t seem motivated to go out hunting for another dick.

I enjoyed the new equilibrium for a few months. The online business was going great, and I was getting the right amount of nookie from my three goddesses, and the garage was busy.

But then there was a total upheaval. I came home from a grueling day at the garage to find Nancy and Terry dismayed and miserable. I could tell nothing was going on in the kitchen.

“Pizza tonight?” I asked.

“I’m sorry, we were distracted,” admitted Nancy. “Please call.”

“But first, what happened? You two look like somebody died. Shit! Is Carmen OK?”

“She’s fine,” answered Terry. “Somebody is gone, I guess, but it wasn’t anybody you know. It’s complicated. You wash up, and I’ll call for the pizza. I will explain after we eat.”

“Are you sure? You two look pretty upset.”

“Really, it’s ... I promise: I’ll explain everything. Put on some clean clothes so you can answer the door.”

Now I was more worried; Terry was skipping her usual “meet the pizza guy naked” routine!

Once we put away a couple of slices each, Terry was ready to talk.

“I haven’t gone into a lot of detail with you about my family, Charley. My mother split when I was still young, and my father raised me in my teen years. I still miss him; that’s why I was so grateful when you fixed Daisy.”

“Daisy? Oh yeah, the big car.” Nancy interrupted, then subsided.

“I had sporadic contact with my mother when I was younger, but none for years now. I don’t think she knows I got married, if she’s even still alive. Her name was Lacey, and she had a sister named Lauren. I found out today that Lauren has been sentenced to 24 years in prison. With good behavior, she might get parole after 16 years.”

“Do you know what her conviction was for?” I asked.

“They call it felony murder. She was involved in an armed robbery that turned into a gunfight. She didn’t shoot anybody herself, but when other people got killed, that’s what felony murder is. With other convictions on her record, there was no way she was going to avoid prison.”

“So, why are you telling me about this lousy relative, Terry?”

“She has a son. The government tracked me down as his closest living relative, and they want me to be his guardian.”

“Oh.”

My mind was whirling.

“How old is he?” I asked.

“Alan is sixteen. I know you have questions, and I don’t have many answers. I did ask one question you probably have: am I legally required to become his guardian? The answer is no. But...”

I waved her off. There was no way a boy his age was going to get out of the system. He’d stay in some kind of place until being turned out at 18, possibly to live on the streets. The odds would be heavily against him, even without considering what might have already happened to him with that kind of mother.

While this was all going through my mind, Terry was trying to explain why she thought we should accept.

“Terry, we’ll take him.”

“ ... and he will ... What?”

“Terry, we’ll take him. Nancy, this will affect you. What do you say?”

“If you two are agreeing, then I’m good with it. One thing, though. If I’m here alone with him, you have to be clear that I have your authority. He’s a kid, I’m an adult; that’s the only way this will work.”

“Are you expecting trouble?”

“No, but he’s had a rough time, and I don’t want him to misunderstand our relationship, since I am cooking and cleaning for you.”

“I agree; it all has to be clear.”

“One more thing you haven’t considered. Terry and I will have to start wearing clothes around the house.”

“Oh, no! Forget what I said, Terry, the deal’s off!”

“Charley!”

“Oh, all right. I was just kidding.”

Nancy put her hand on my arm.

“There’s something else. Alan needs to have my bedroom.”

I hadn’t thought about that. Our house included a third bedroom, but we used that room as a home office for the garage and a study area for Nancy and Terry.

“That is, if you don’t mind having two women sharing your bed every night. Right, Terry?”

“Hold on! We’re going back to pressuring me. I’ll be overdrawn again at the sperm bank.”

Terry held my other arm.

“Nancy and I can make it work, honey. We’ll try it out for a while and see.”