Chapter 11

The saying goes, "Time flies when you're having fun". Debbie always thought it was a silly saying but before she realized it, two years had come and gone. Football seasons flashed by in a stream of broken records, television interviews and even an article in Sports Illustrated. Classes came and went. Kiki graduated with honors and started graduate classes since she wanted to wait for Mark to graduate before looking for employment and that was at least another year away. Debbie still took classes and never once regretted the looming hulk of the escort assigned to her for that particular evening. Eve got bigger and bigger, cuter and cuter, and began to look like a little copy of her mother.

Mark was in his senior year, his last football season. There was talk of Heisman Trophy and the very real possibility of a pro career, even a first-round draft choice. Classes would be easy; they always were. Their investments continued to grow adequate to their needs, which were fairly simple; after all, when you spend most of your time in bed you don't need a lot of money.

Life was good, very good.

Humming to himself, Mark brought the razor up and under his chin taking a big swipe at his morning beard. In the bedroom he could hear someone stirring.

Suddenly he felt like he had been tackled from behind as his face smacked the mirror. Looking sideways he saw Debbie kneeling in front of the toilet retching, her face a picture of nausea and pain. Dropping his razor in the sink he moved behind her gently holding her hair away from her face.

"Debbie? Honey? Are you all right? Do we need to get you a doctor?" He tried to think if something was going around. Usually if one of them caught something it came through the baby first, but he couldn't remember her being sick lately.

Debbie lifted her head, her face very pale and waxy. "Oh Mark, oh God I didn't think this could happen again. Oh baby, I'm so sorry!" Her eyes were filled with tears. He knelt down and hugged her.

"What do you mean you're sorry? For getting sick? Good lord, woman what are you babbling about?"

She turned in his arms and looked him in the eyes. "I've felt this way only twice in my life Mark, I know what it means. I'm pregnant! I just know it!" The tears started rolling down her cheek.

Mark looked a bit puzzled for a minute then it hit him and his face lit up and he hugged her as hard as her could. "Oh my God that's wonderful! Oh baby that it terrific! I can't wait to tell Kiki!"

"You're not angry?" Debbie sniffed. "You don't think it ridiculous that this old broad is knocked up again? You really don't mind?"

"You silly bimbo," Mark whispered in her ear, "I thought we went through this already. This is the best news I could ever have."

Behind them came the sound of running feet. Kiki burst into the bathroom hair streaming and a wild look in her eyes. Seeing the two of them kneeling on the floor in front of the toilet she stopped abruptly next to them wavering slightly as she stood. Suddenly she doubled over, vomit spewed from her mouth covering the two on the floor causing Debbie to begin retching into the john again. The slight woman straightened up slightly, her face as pale as Mark had ever seen it. In a very small shaky voice she said, "Debbie, I don't feel so good."

The trip to the doctor only confirmed what they already knew: both were pregnant. Each was approximately four weeks along and they were given the same tentative delivery date. Mark was almost unbearable, a cross between a strutting bull and hyper-attentive mate. While the attention was wonderful to a point, Debbie was somewhat relieved when football conditioning and practice ate up most of his time. The two women were perfectly capable of doing what needed to be done. Even the morning sickness was less a problem than an irritation: after all they got up, threw up a couple of times and that was that; no problem for the rest of the day.

Soon Debbie came to the conclusion that every woman should have a fellow preggie to see her through what can be very trying times. She never had that kind of support before. When pregnant with Mark she was an eighteen-year-old newlywed, with no friends, no family. With Eve she had shunned any potential friendships, first because she was far too wrapped up in her relationship with Mark and secondly to avoid any potentially embarrassing questions concerning the father.

Now she had a partner to share the experiences with, someone to whom this was a new and exciting journey. Given their close conception dates, she was somehow sure he had nailed them both on the same night; their bodies experienced their changes at about the same time. Being her third, Debbie understood and anticipated these normal developments; to Kiki everything was new and exciting. The rush of hormones, the spread of the hips, breasts becoming tender and very sensitive, being alternately exhausted and energized, and yes even horny. Debbie was able to feel everything twice; it felt both frighteningly new and yet familiar at the same time.

For Kiki having Debbie there with her was a true godsend. Naturally at first she was consumed with worry. Was the baby all right? What if she hurt it? What could she drink, eat, wear? Every new sensation, every change she went through was mirrored in her partner. She could talk about it and know she was understood. Mark tried, she admitted. She loved the way he fawned over them. If he treated them like they were diamonds before now they were spun glass. He alternated between strutting like a proud bull around his pregnant harem and a fussy mother hen trying to do everything he could for them, hardly allowing them to move let alone do anything around the house. Finally in a pique of hormone-induced rage she chased him out of the kitchen with a serving spoon threatening to put knots on his head if he kept bothering her.

"Our husband," she fumed to Debbie one morning over tea, "is becoming a pain in the ass."

"Yes," Debbie chuckled back, "but such a delightful pain it is."

"True," Kiki harrumphed, "I didn't see that it was bothering you much last night." Sighing she blew on her tea and took a small sip. "I always dreamed of what it would be like to be treated like a princess but this is ridiculous! I'm not even showing yet and he treats me like I'm an invalid!"

"He does try too hard," Debbie agreed. "But his heart is in the right place. The spoon was a good idea, though; I used to use a rolled up newspaper." Kiki giggled at that.

"Seriously though," she continued, "we won't become uncomfortable for another five or six months but by then nether one of us will want to be doing the work around here. It was so wonderful having you here for Eve; I can't even imagine not having some help around the house. We have the money. Our husband may be a pain in the ass sometimes but that little shit sure knows how to invest. We have more money now than when we moved here! Maybe if we tell him we intend to hire some help we can get him calmed down a bit. Right or wrong, he worries about us all the time."

"I know," the younger woman sighed. "It's the only thing that keeps me from really giving him a good smack." Looking up she said, "Did you have anyone in mind?"

"No, not really. I thought we would just put out feelers like we did with you. Not that I'm looking for another wife!" Debbie laughed reaching out her hand to grasp her lovers.

"I should hope not!" Kiki giggled. "Just what he needs, another woman! Why I think sometimes the two of us are going to kill him! Not that I hear him complain too much!" They both laughed at that.

Looking a little more serious Kiki continued. "But I think we must be very careful. Our strutting stallion is becoming very famous I think, and with that comes dangers from the sick people out there. Also we need someone who will be very, umm, discreet. I have seen what can happen to famous persons who become involved in these sex scandals, and you must admit our lovely stud could certainly qualify for one of those."

The possibility of exposure had always been one of Debbie's greatest fears. As his prowess on the gridiron increased year after year so did the notoriety. Star status could be a burden as well as a blessing. As records for yards receiving were shattered, national attention was inevitable. So far the university had adopted a "Don't ask, don't tell" attitude. Some may have suspected their novel living arrangement but as long as Mark and the girls kept their actions discreet there had never been any questions asked. Mark deftly avoided any mention of his private life and so far even the normally nosey national media hadn't taken any undue notice. Debbie sometimes felt cheated that she couldn't lie down on a blanket and smooch with her lover in one of the campus parks like any other couple but the fear of exposure was too great. They weren't a normal couple and nothing could change that.

"God, I really fucked up by getting pregnant again, didn't I?" she moaned.

"Bullshit," Kiki fumed. "It's none of their damn business and we'll get through it just fine. We just need to be careful, that's all."

Squirming around a bit she continued, "Besides I think I know someone who can help us. I can guarantee not only will she be a great help to us but she would be absolutely discreet."

"Who is this wonderful person?" Debbie quizzed. "Do I know her? I can't think of anybody like that right off the bat. Most of the coeds around here would either do nothing but try to get in Mark's pants or turn us in to the tabloids."

"My sister."

"Your sister?"

"Yes," Kiki said firmly. "You know that after she had me, my mother married and had other children. One was my sister Niko. She's eighteen now and has been trying to come to the U.S. to study. My mother's husband said he couldn't afford it but he had no trouble sending my half brother. Now he says he can't send her to university at all. Of all the people I know, I would trust her absolutely!"

"But it's been how long since you've seen her? Five, six years?"

"True, but we have kept in touch. I write, she writes, I call. We were very close when I lived with them even though she is five years younger. We always got along very well, if for no other reason than we both hate her father!"

"But do you think she would want to come?" Debbie hesitated slightly. "I mean would she be comfortable being ... well, for lack of a better term, your maid?"

Kiki giggled slightly pressing her fingers against her lips. "Oh, I know she wants to come. Every time I talk to her she begs me to let her come visit. I think she plans to visit and then never go back! As for being my maid ... Well, it's not too different from what she does at home and do you think she wouldn't want to help her sister? Especially since I'm carrying her future niece or nephew? Believe me she would kill for the chance."

Debbie slogged on not wanting to concede the point right away. "Well then what about Mark and me? The three of us, for that matter. What will she think about our arrangement? You know, three in a bed? Some help would be nice, but I'll be dammed if I'm going to sleep alone just to get it!"

"Five in a bed you mean," patting her still flat stomach. "I don't know, but I do know even if she didn't understand or approve we could trust her to be quiet about it. I would trust her with my life!"

Giving up, Debbie raised her hands in surrender. "She sounds perfect. We'll talk to Mark and see about getting her over here. Just for my own curiosity why haven't you had her over here for a visit already?"

"She wasn't an adult yet," Kiki said. "Her father wouldn't let her come and until I finish and get a real job I couldn't afford the plane ticket."

"You ninny!" Debbie exclaimed. "Just ask Mark for the money, or better yet just put it on your credit card. It'll get paid with all the other bills!"

"But it's so much! I couldn't do that!"

"Oh come on now, you're his wife! Everything that's ours is yours; you should know that by now! If anything, I'm the one hanging on here by charity." Debbie's eyes misted for just a moment before she shook her head. Can't change the world, girl, she thought to herself.

Kiki saw the momentary pain in her lover's eyes and reaching across the table clenched Debbie's hands in hers.

"I wish we could all be married, really married!"

"I know baby. I do too, but that just isn't possible." Disentangling herself Debbie stood up. "I guess I'd better get this place cleaned up. Maybe we'll make a special dinner tonight, a nice romantic one, you know seduce our man, get him all hot and bothered and then talk to him about your sister."

"Do you think he will have a problem with her coming here?" The anxiety was evident in the younger woman's voice.

"Honey," Debbie chuckled, "you bat those beautiful eyes at him and wiggle that cute ass and he won't even hear the question. He'll be saying yes before you can say 'Can we... '"

"Hmm, he's not what you would call a hard sell, is he?" Standing up Kiki stepped over and wrapped her arms around the buxom blonde's waist pulling her tight until their breasts smashed together and their lips met in a twirl of tongues.

Pulling back to catch their breaths Debbie smirked. "No, he's not a hard sell, but you could sell him anything when he's hard. Come to think of it I'd have a bit of a problem saying no myself."

"Well then," the younger woman said, "if you can't say no then maybe we should do something about it!" Moving her arms from around Debbie's waist down to cup her ass she gave a none-too-gentle squeeze and pulled tight forcing their groins together. "Besides it's you that has control of him. You spread the cheeks of this beautiful ass and I don't think he even remembers to breathe! He's so in love with you if you asked him to jump off a tall building he'd only ask which one! And tell the truth if you asked me, I'd be right there behind him!"

"Oh you sweet talking liar!" Debbie grinned as she let her own hands roam over Kiki's back and buttocks. "Why I do declare you must think if you whisper sweet nothings in my ear that you can have your dastardly way with me, and by God you would be right! You up for a little morning shower, honey?"

"Only if we can be dirty getting clean," Kiki smirked.

"Oh I think that can be arranged! Let me grab the baby monitor, Eve's taking a little nap. I'll meet you downstairs in the shower!"

Kiki was already naked and wet with her back to the door as Debbie strode into the shower stall. She could hardly stop herself from running over to the other woman. Instead she walked softly and wrapped her arms around Kiki's chest, drawing her tightly against Debbie's body, her hands gently cupping the smaller but very firm breasts. Fingers began tweaking and rubbing nipples as Kiki's ass began to gyrate back against her pubic mound causing ripples of pleasure to emanate from her moistening cunt. Reaching over she retrieved a dollop of scented body wash from the dispenser on the wall and began to gently rub it over her lover's body.

Kiki also got a handful and turning inside Debbie's embrace began to wash her friend's body, paying particular attention to the slightly sagging breasts and pubic mound. Retrieving more body wash Debbie turned the younger woman and began to wash her back. Hands glided over pale olive skin down to the still wasp-thin waist and over the gentle swell of ultra-feminine hips and into the crack between the cheeks where a finger lightly probed the anus before gently pushing in to bury itself up to the second knuckle. Moaning softly Kiki spread her legs apart and leaned forward, both hands against the stall wall thrusting her back onto the impaling digit.

Keeping her finger firmly implanted in the younger woman's ass, Debbie dropped to her knees, the incredible pale globes of Kiki's buttocks now only inches from her face. Slowly she finger fucked the tiny puckered orifice as her other hand mauled one silky smooth cheek, pulling it sideways to expose the impaled hole. Debbie heard her friend moan and felt her spread her legs even farther apart thrusting her bottom up even farther until she stood on the balls of her feet, knees bent, allowing her lover full access.

The warm water cascading down on them both added a sense of surreal, almost dreamlike quality to the action. Withdrawing her finger Debbie heard Kiki's moans of pleasure turn to a whimper of dismay. Quickly, using both hands now, Debbie spread the cheeks as wide as possible and leaning forward allowed her tongue to softly glide up and down the crease, flicking tentatively around and over the small puckered hole, sometimes dipping down to tease the puffy lips of Kiki's cunt. Both women were careful to shave all pubic hair from their crotch except for one small tuff of hair just above the vagina leaving their sex fully exposed and baby smooth.

Kiki's whimper had returned to a moan interspersed with sharp expletives urging her lover on. Body shaking with exertion and excitement, she slowly lowered herself until her feet were flat on the tile floor while leaning forward even farther giving that wonderful tongue full and unfettered access to work its magic.

"Yes! Oh yes! Eat me love, please eat me!" she groaned as Debbie continued to tease the outside of her sensitive anus. Suddenly Debbie spread the butt cheeks even farther apart and pushed her face into the beckoning valley. Extending her tongue like a miniature penis she drove it as deep into her lover's ass as she could. Kiki's reaction was instantaneous. Debbie could almost feel her friend's orgasm as her body shuddered and the tiny ring of muscle clamped down on her tongue threatening to trap it inside.

Kiki had felt this once before when Mark reamed her but this time the feeling was much more intense. The orgasm ripped through her body turning her muscles to jelly; she could just barely remain standing. As her shuddering subsided, she felt the probing tongue withdraw. Turning, she bent down and lifted Debbie to her feet and immediately clamped her lips to the older woman's, thrusting her own tongue into Debbie's mouth, sucking the sweet juices from her lovers oral cavity. Breaking their embrace Kiki turned and shut off the water, grabbed Debbie's hand and dragged her out of the shower into the changing room where she proceeded to dry her lover's body with the towels always left there.

Debbie stood meekly and accepted the gentle ministrations of her lover. The room was warm but the evaporating water left a slight chill making her nipples tight and pointed, more so than from just the sexual stimulation. Seeing her normally submissive co-wife take charge as she quickly ran the towel over her damp body excited her.

The smaller woman was now the dominant and this change caused a shiver unrelated to temperature to run through Debbie's body. She suddenly realized that this was how she really saw herself: the submissive female being used for others' sexual gratification. As much as she enjoyed the gentle, loving sex she had with Mark and Kiki it was the times he thoroughly dominated her that really turned her on. The times she was face down on the bed, her rear high up in the air as he pounded into her cunt or ass, less making love that using her for his sexual gratification, breeding her, fucking her, that she felt truly in her place in the universe. Now that it was her diminutive co-wife that was leading her, showing her where to go, what to do, she shivered with anticipation.

Kiki finished with her drying and after swiping the excess water off her own body threw the towel at the hamper. Grabbing Debbie's hand again she pulled the silent woman into the massage room and practically threw her onto the table. Kiki's face was a mask of pure lust and desire. Normally she wasn't a particularly forceful or aggressive person but right then the focus of her entire being was to get her lips and tongue into her lover's body. At her silent direction Debbie lay on her back on the table, her legs naturally opening allowing her mistress full access to her body.

Climbing up between Debbie's legs Kiki grabbed behind the knees and thrust them up and forward until they were pressing against Debbie's breasts. Leaning down Kiki captured a nipple in her mouth and began to vigorously chew, biting with her teeth hard enough to leave small marks in the raised nipple and areole. The slight amount of pain went through Debbie like an electric charge. Her already wet pussy was flooding with juice and her body shuddered with desire. Reaching out Kiki caught a hand and placed it behind the knee, a none too subtle hint that Debbie immediately understood. Grabbing her legs she pulled even harder until her cunt and asshole were fully exposed, available for use.

Her hands free, Kiki quickly moved down her partner's body where she began to lap the copious juices flowing from Debbie's cunt. When the initial surge had been lapped up she began to enthusiastically attack the cunt with both tongue and teeth causing Debbie to moan and squeal with pain and pleasure. Sucking the clit into her mouth Kiki began to nibble at the small fleshy knob as the blonde shook and shuddered beneath her. Sensing the onset of an orgasm, Kiki suddenly stopped and lifted her head grinning evilly at the whimpering woman. Gritting her teeth Debbie tried to thrust her groin up, trying by sheer will to draw those torturing lips back to her seat of pleasure.

But Kiki had other ideas. Extending her tongue she began to lightly lap at the area surrounding the small puckered anus. It tasted slightly of soap and musk, a delightful combination the girl had never experienced before. Debbie was burning for release. As often as she had been thoroughly fucked in the ass by Mark he had never reamed her with his tongue. With great deliberation Kiki finally placed the tip of her tongue at the center of the little star and began to press inward. As the tiny fleshy member pushed past the protective ring of muscle Debbie's orgasm flashed through her body causing her to violently shake and tremble. In and out the young woman thrust her tongue, using her tongue like a small cock fucking her lover's ass, each penetration causing its own small flash of pure pleasure. Finally it became too much and briefly Debbie blacked out. When she came to Kiki had crawled up and was lying on top her face nestled in the crook of Debbie's neck.

With arms that seemed to have been drained of any strength Debbie enfolded them around the slight soft body, its weight a wonderful comfort as it pressed her into the table. Turning her head slightly she could see that Kiki's eyes were closed and her breathing softly regular. Stretching her neck she began to lightly kiss the side of her lover's mouth until Kiki's eyes cracked open and a slow smile came to the lips.

"Let's go up to bed, lover," Debbie said softly. "I think we need a nap." Fuck housework, she thought as the two disentangled themselves and hand in hand made their way upstairs.