Chapter 22

“You ladies outdid yourselves on the supper, no question of that! Melanie, of course, led the way, and she deserves all of the praise that she gets for it,” I reassured my fiancee, even as she sat on my lap and we fed each other.

“What can I say? I’m going to be your wife, we’re going to be a power couple, no doubt, and since we’re going to be together, grow old together, etc., I might as well get to know what you like to eat! Once Mom and Dad realize that you’ve put a bun in my oven, of course, they’re going to really push for holy matrimony, of course. We’ll already have that covered, won’t we? They don’t need to know the ... um ... other details of our relationship, do they, at least not yet,” Melanie told me with a passionate soul kiss.

“Even if they might suspect,” I retorted after we came up for air.

“Well, yeah, but suspicion and confirmation are two very different things, right?” Melanie snickered while we sat and ate, our hands exploring each other with abandon.

“I suppose that you have a point there, babe. As long as they can sit in cozy denial, they can be happy for you and not worry about your soul or whatever,” I teased her as we groped each other and admired our lovers ... yes, ours, of course.

“I can’t wait to walk through a store or mall with our baby bumps, holding hands or whatever, showing off our pregnancies, once the lockdown is over, of course. Imagine the dropping jaws and wide eyes in response to such a scene. Especially when they realize that we have the same baby daddy, for that matter,” Becca laughed, winking at both of us.

“I can’t wait to openly walk around the house here in nothing but a collar, maybe a leash that you can hold, with your baby in me, naked, pregnant, obviously your willing and enthusiastic sex slave. I’m not sure how that will work with Melanie’s plans for you to be Governor of this fine state, but maybe future Pennsylvanians will be more open-minded about such things. One can only hope,” Janine added for her part, licking her lips as she gestured about the idea of me walking her on a leash around the house.

“Why specifically Governor of Pennsylvania? Why not Senator or Congressman or President or Mayor?” Heather wondered openly now.

“Yeah, I wondered that, too,” Page teased Melanie a little now.

“Oh, that’s just an example, and a bare minimum. Oh, and I would love to see people react to a naked, collared slave walking around the Governor’s Mansion. It would be so yummy. Maybe you can be a Senator, cabinet secretary, President, or Vice-President. I just have this mental image and even premonition that you will be Governor someday, and yes, I will be First Lady of the Keystone State.

“I would also love to greet people at major events right after sucking your cock. I’d use some mouthwash or something after that, but knowing that my lips had engulfed your dick just minutes before speaking to them is rather exciting as a prospect, babe,” Melanie confessed to me now.

“What about after drinking his piss?” Becca teased her.

“Oh, that, too, at times! Thanks for the reminder! I can cleanse my palate soon afterward with some beer, wine, or amaretto. I won’t drink it while pregnant, but perhaps others can fill in for me. Whatcha think?” Melanie looked at Janine and winked, some kind of telepathy happening there.

“It works for me, of course. As long as I’m not pregnant, too. We can all take turns sucking his cock, taking it in the ass, drinking his piss, having his babies, etc. Master is Master. I live to serve him. That is my purpose here. I mean it when I call myself his slave. I badly want to be collared to him in a formal ceremony. I belong to him. Period. I’m his slut. I’m his slave. I’m his personal, private plaything,” Janine reassured us of her commitment and zeal to my service.

“Face it, as we’ve discussed in the past, we’re basically his harem. We’re all his personal, private playthings. All of us are his fucktoys, including Becca, and she knows it. Hell, Eddie knows it, but he gets to be her husband and have her as his hotwife, I suppose. He also gets fun with the rest of us, to the extent that Simon approves. Let’s not kid ourselves. Simon is the boss here. He’s the cock of the walk. I hope that he does become Governor. I would love to be a Governor’s mistress/lover/paramour/booty call,” Heather laughed.

“And I would love to be a Governor’s girlfriend, of course. I will still be thrilled to be Heather’s wife. Just as she will to be mine ... just as Eddie will to be Becca’s husband and she will to be his wife, and she is a hottie, so I suppose she’ll be a ‘hot wife,’ one way or the other. She might be a vixen to his stag or some other dynamic. Maybe a bit more cuckish, but cuck lite at the most. It’s not like she’s expecting him to be faithful, as she proved by approving his tryst with Elena,” Paige snickered.

“On that note,” Becca laughed and selected FaceTime with Eddie, who surprisingly didn’t answer so much as Elena did.

The Cuban beauty smiled and blew a kiss, even as we could see that Eddie and Gustavo were balls deep inside her. Eddie was inside her pussy from below and Gustavo was inside her ass from above. She was definitely in her own personal Heaven, even as she gestured that she wished that she could suck my cock while they plowed her. She clearly wanted to be “airtight,” as some folks called it. I was personally eager to include her and Gustavo in our fun, if nothing else, a sentiment that I didn’t doubt that Eddie shared. A lot of things could happen fast once lockdown was over.

“So, papi, see what Eddie and Gustavo are doing to me? By the way, I plan to get pregnant by one or both men if possible. Ignacio can’t complain. He might well have gotten other women pregnant by now and had their husbands raise those bastards. It won’t hurt him to raise mine. I have no idea why he and I haven’t had any kids together. Maybe I’m barren. Maybe he is sterile. It won’t hurt to try my luck with other men now that it’s failed with my husband, will it?” Elena licked her lips, “maybe I can try it with Simon, too, someday.”