Chapter 3

The fountain in front of the house always turned on at 6:30am, and I was taking advantage of the timing. I sat between my wife Kandi and our ladyboy girlfriend Jaye, on the edge of the lowest fountain tier at 5:45. I watched them yawn and sleepily rub their eyes. Another special delivery would be there any moment.

As the sun started poking above the horizon, Kandi complained, “I’m usually up earlier than you, but this early is crazy.”

Jaye yawned again. “Eyaaah. What’s so important this early in the morning?”

A white SUV appeared in the distance and drove toward us.

“This is mostly for Kandi, but believe me, it’s worth missing a little sleep. She always wakes up first, and doesn’t want to disturb us, even if she’s horny. She’s also suggested that she wants to try sex with a woman. I decided to fix both problems by getting her an alarm clock. Actually, six alarm clocks, with pussies and boobs.”

“What?”

The SUV stopped near us, and six college-age women climbed out wearing nothing but bikinis.

“Let’s sit on the bench and watch, Jaye. This’ll be good.”

The young ladies swarmed around my little wife. They complimented her and touched her hair and body, then touched her face. Before long several took turns kissing her. Within five minutes, all of them were nude, and two had fingers in Kandi’s little pussy. There were so many faces and bodies near hers, her feet were the only part of her I could see most of the time.

Jaye and I reached into each other’s shorts and started jacking each other off as we watched.

The undulating mass of females rotated very slowly, and every minute or two the one directly in front of Kandi was replaced by another. There were orgasm cries and moans of pleasure over and over. We watched the standing lesbian orgy until Jaye and I had both cum twice, and needed a rest.

I heard Kandi scream, and couldn’t tell if she was having great sex or dying. Her cries ended as the fountain came on, spraying all the girls with cold water. The visitors all grabbed their bikinis and got towels from their vehicle. I watched carefully as they toweled off and dressed in their skimpy swimsuits. They climbed in once they were dry, and the SUV took off.

I saw Kandi laying on her back on the edge of the fountain, with water spraying all over her. I walked over near her, and between her desperate pants for air she exclaimed, “UH! They raped me! I didn’t say they could! They held me and made me, over and over! All fifteen or twenty of them!”

I reminded her, “There were six.”

“You let them rape me! UH! But I came SO HARD! SO MUCH! I squirted THREE TIMES! That was AFUCKINGMAZING!”

“I’m glad. Every morning for three months, two of them will be back at 7am to wake you up the same way.”

“OHMIGOD! WOW!

Jaye asked, “How did you get them to do that? The price of six lesbian hookers who love doing it would be crazy!”

“I didn’t do anything wrong or illegal. All of them are innocent, law-abiding college students. They obviously like girls and agreed to have fun with Kandi. In exchange, one of my banks will help their college sports teams have fun. They need new uniforms, bats and balls, tennis rackets, and so-on. Maybe they mentioned something about a new gym.” I winked.

Jaye and I said in unison, “Happy six-month anniversary!”

Kandi kissed me and declared, “You are the best husband EVER! I can barely stand how much I love you! But you need to wait until seven tonight for YOUR gift.” She smiled naughtily.