Chapter 2

“Damn, this feels ... amazing ... fuck ... yeah ... fuck me harder ... harder!” Tamara begged me as I drove balls deep inside her dripping wet gash.

“Maybe this will feel even better!” Kris said as she walked out of the shower, holding hands with Mallory, and began rimming her wife.

“Ooh ... analingus ... it’s a beautiful thing!” Mallory exclaimed as she added her tongue to Tamara’s ass, making my work wife moan even louder with delight.

It felt as if every nerve ending was electrified right then, my own primal urges pushing me onward with every stroke. Tamara’s hunger for more cock was rather brazen, too, even as she relished the delight of two tongues exploring her backdoor at once. Watching my own wife slide her tongue along my work wife’s butt-crack, while Kris did the same for her part ... wow ... that was intense! The way that Tamara clutched the bedsheets as I humped the holy hell out of her and our wives orally pleasured her spoke volumes to me.

“Promise me ... you’ll ... never dump ... me! Ever!” Tamara begged me.

“I swear I won’t ever dump you, okay? Will you vow the same?” I insisted.

“YES!” Tamara shouted as she squirted on my cock and I admired her delectable butt yet again.

“You want this prick up your ass now?” I urged Tamara, tantalizing her now.

“Yes ... sodomize me! Stick it up my bunghole!” Tamara pleaded with me while Kris and Mallory stopped rimming her.

The next thing that I knew, both of our wives guided my dick into Tamara’s cornhole, even as she relaxed as much as she could. I was more than ready to plow the backfield, which I slowly began to do at first, only picking up the pace gradually. Tamara adapted to my whole length ... and more to the point, my girth, after a little bit. I slapped her cheeks as I began buggering her in earnest, while Kris spread Mallory’s buttocks apart to rim her.

My wife started panting as Tamara’s spouse kept lapping away at her sweet ass. They lay next to Tamara and me as I butt-fucked my work wife harder on each thrust. It was clear that Kris made use of her bottom, too, since it was not as insanely tight as it used to be. Tamara’s ass still rubbed me the right way, her anal walls being nice and slick as well as hot as they engulfed my cock.

“I can’t wait to use my strap-on with you, Mallory, just as I do with Tamara! Before you ask, she’s more of a bottom than a Top ... but she has used it on me at times. You can use it on me, too. I lean more toward being a Top, but there are times to bottom for sure. It can be fun, too. Just don’t ask me to do anything with Max. He’s a guy and I just don’t do guys. At all. Kinda the point to being a lesbian, that I only fuck chicks,” Kris observed, “though if he wants to donate ... he can watch.”

I damn near came from hearing those words, and Tamara certainly did. She gushed all over the bedspread as I rogered her anally with all of my vigor and ardor. Just then, she tightened up on my cock even as we saw Kris get Mallory off. Kris winked at me, as did my wife, a clear signal that she knew full well the effects of seeing Mallory get her bottom licked that way. I lovingly rammed deeper on the next few strokes, but it was near the end and we both knew it. This was one helluva wedding night.

“By the way ... Tamara’s not the only one having your baby now! I’m late, honey ... I’m so fucking late!” Mallory moaned as Kris made her climax at last from the rimjob.

“You know ... my baby sister’s not a lesbian ... but she is bi ... and the same with my mother,” Kris stopped rimming my wife just long enough to whisper that in my ear.

I erupted inside Tamara, flooding her bowels at last. As I slid out of her ass, I slapped her booty just a little and she wiggled it playfully for me. Her message to me was clear: I owned that tush. It was mine and it always would be. It was a very nice butt, of course, as everyone present could tell.

“Shower?” Mallory asked me as she got up with me and left my work wife alone with her blushing bride.

“As if I’d ever refuse a shower with you, blondie,” I teased my wife as we ran the hot water jets.

God, I loved my ladies ... both my wife and my work wife! Kris was growing on me, too, even if it was just friendship with a metamour. It didn’t hurt that she wasn’t shy about pleasuring both my wife and hers.

What a wonderful life! With all of this talk of sisters and mothers, it might get even better in time. Only could only hope so.