Chapter 9

December 2270
New Dallas
Marine Biologist Erica Keller

Bonnie and I really didn’t want to, but the rules say we need to have babies by men outside our family after the third ones. We reluctantly agreed when our husbands said we could go together. When we finished dinner, our husband Ross and our two other wives played with the kids, and my preferred husband Charlie saw us out.

He said, “Erica, Bonnie, I know you love us, but this is for the good of the community. Roger is a good guy, you have nothing to worry about.”

He stroked Bonnie’s curly dark hair, as she kissed him goodbye. She said, “We’re not worried, it just won’t be the same. It won’t be you and Ross, and we love you so much.”

“If you need to, just imagine he’s me when you make love. Remember, you’re doing this to get us more kids, and we all love them. Think of the happiness you’ll have, breastfeeding another little one from your wonderful boobs.” I felt a twinge of jealousy as he rubbed them. She smiled and turned to go.

“And Erica, imagine the shocked look I had on my face the first time you kissed me. I never thought anybody as beautiful as either of you would have anything to do with me. Think of Ross and I, and how much we love both of you.”

I started to tear up as I kissed him goodbye. I took Bonnie’s hand as we left and walked the kilometer from our home to the Love Shack. On the way she stopped and said, “If I can’t have Ross or Charlie tonight, I want you.” She kissed me, and thrust her tongue into my mouth, licking my teeth. I held her tightly and kissed her back. She was an even better kisser than Ross or Charlie!

She started squeezing my breasts, and I massaged her butt, as we kept up the wonderful kiss. My blonde hair is so fine, I wished it had body and volume, like Bonnie’s dark locks. My boobs are bigger, but I wished they were a little firmer and rounder, like hers. She’s so pretty!

We were both very embarrassed when Governor Mori walked near us and said, “Very sexy, ladies! But the Love Shack is over there. Maybe I can get a turn with one of you?”

We looked each other in the eye, and she nodded slightly. I told him, “Both of us, next time!” He smiled broadly, and his eyes widened. Bonnie squeezed his butt as we went past. We giggled and happily walked the rest of the way there.

Roger offered us beers, and we slowly sipped them as we got to know him a little. He was very flirty and I was uncomfortable talking to him that way. I noticed Bonnie felt the same. I asked, “Can we go in a room and just talk privately a little while?”

The three of us went in the closest room available and shut the door. “Roger, you seem nice, but we’re uncomfortable with anybody but our husbands. I hope you don’t mind if I think of Charlie while you...”

Bonnie interrupted me, “I have a better idea. How about Roger lays down, and we kiss each other while we ride his mouth and ... equipment? You can keep your eyes open and see me while we do it.”

Roger was happily surprised, “That sounds great!”

I asked, “How about we dance awhile first? You can watch two girls dancing and kissing, while we get each other hot for you?”

“Whatever you want!”

We had made out with each other a few times to get our husbands going, but never touched each other’s privates before. After five or six songs, we went back to the room. I kissed Bonnie as Roger licked me and Bonnie rode him. She was so beautiful! We played with each other’s breasts and climaxed at nearly the same time. I kissed her as Roger recovered a few minutes, and he quickly got aroused again. I climbed onto him, and instead of sitting on his mouth, Bonnie sat next to him and played with my chest.

I had two orgasms with him in me, mostly due to Bonnie’s wonderful mouth action on my nipples. Roger was done for the night, but Bonnie and I got each other off again as he smiled and watched.

January 2301 New Dallas Former Zoologist Rhonda Simmons

Life on New Enceladus was very hard at the beginning, but that’s what we expected. We live on a new planet with only a few thousand people. My husband Abolou and wife Enka don’t understand me, and don’t like me. My other wife Antonella is generally nice, and I like her. We’re friends, but that’s about all.

Enka and Antonella think it’s a huge deal that Abolou has a huge cock. So do five or six other guys in town, and they’re much nicer to me. After we lost my favorite wife, lover, and best friend Molly due to Enka’s incompetence as a doctor, my eight children mean everything to me. I’ll do and have done everything to keep them safe and happy.

All the children in our family are supposed to be treated equally and as a single family, but ours weren’t. Four of the ones I gave birth to and one of Molly’s have red hair. Abolou provides and cares for all the children, but gives extra treats to the brunettes. He also plays and talks with them more, Enka too. Instead of the six parents they were supposed to have, the redheaded ones in our family only have me, with a little help from Antonella sometimes. I have a husband and two wives, but I’m basically a single mom of five, who helps a little with our other fifteen.

Only half a year after landing, Enka decided we only needed two zoologists instead of three, so I got demoted to Habitation. I was a SCIENTIST, and for years my job was WASHING LAUNDRY!!! My WIFE did that to me! Most people wouldn’t believe the frustrations and disappointments I struggled through.

Most women here have a frozen embryo child first, one by each of their husbands, then as many as they can with men outside their families. Women are only allowed to have one child by each man. I’ve had a daughter and three sons with Abolou. I got caught and made a purple all three extra times, but that was fine with me. Abolou became a purple too, and high and mighty Chief Enka was very embarrassed each time, which was my main reason for doing it. She was horrible to me, and it was one of the few things I could do to hurt her back.

Since women are required to have children with men outside their families after the first three, you would think there would be no reason to pay or trade anything for sex. In reality, that depends on how attractive the person is, and what kind of sex. Almost half the women out there don’t like sucking dick, and less than one in five like doing anal. So far, there are no rules against hot trading, or what used to be called prostitution. There are also no rules against stripping for tips, which isn’t even that big of a deal to the moralists who want to ban the hot trade.