Chapter 17

... Kathy had stripped off her own clothes and followed Jill into the big shower. Damn, she thought. How is Bill even going to notice me with my sister-wife around? This woman would be beautiful in a sack.

The new wife tried to pull her thoughts from Jill's voluptuous nude body. "There are several shampoos, conditioners and soaps there," she said pointing. "Most of them are expensive brands that I have seldom seen, and Wal-Mart doesn't stock. Here, they're just the standard. Jeff has tons of money, and well, you know how rich Mr. Wainwright is, since our husband has worked for him for years."

"'Our husband, '" Jill repeated. "This is going to take some getting used to," she said with an odd inflection in her voice as she selected a shampoo.

Belatedly, Kathy realized that Jill would lean forward as she shampooed. Desperately, Kathy tried to think of something to distract Jill, but the woman leaned over as she flipped her hair in front of her to wet under the shower. The abundance of gorgeous hair cascaded down, and ... she stepped under the falling water.

Kathy tensed, but when nothing happened, Oh, shit. She must have closed her eyes, she mentally sighed. Feeling almost drawn to help with Jill's hair, she stepped close and asked, "Can I help?"

Not waiting for an answer, she took the shampoo gently from Jill's hand as she stepped back out of the spray. Pouring some of the shampoo in her hand, she set the bottle down on a shelf and began massaging the soap into Jill's hair and scalp.

"Oh, that feels good," Jill sighed. "But you don't have to..."

"Relax and let me," Kathy soothed.

In moving around, Kathy had gotten her first glimpse of Jill's pussy mound. With her, it actually was a very distinct, though small mound. Her stomach and waist were so tiny that her lower belly arched up a little to form the sexiest mound Kathy had ever seen. There weren't any lips visible beneath her mound, though. There was the mere starting of a vulva at the top, then it tapered quickly away to nothing. Jill had neatly-trimmed, sparse hair that was slightly darker than the hair on her head. What little she had, hid nothing — literally nothing.

Oh, my. It's not bad enough that she is beautiful, her pussy — well, if she had one — is almost presented with her little mound. She's even beautiful down there, and when her pussy actually comes back... Kathy realized that she had somehow come to trust Jeff in the short time she had known him. He said that Jill would be complete tomorrow afternoon, and I believe him. She'll be whole then, and even more beautiful.

Diana says that I'm going to be this woman's Queen. I've known her for a couple of years, but never felt like her Queen before — however a Queen is supposed to feel. How can I be a Queen to someone so gorgeous? Crap, she even attracts me. Diana said that might happen. I can't like girls. I'm a girl who likes guys. How can I possibly be a Queen to someone so much prettier than I am? she asked herself yet again.

"Here, step forward and let's rinse," Kathy found herself saying, "then we'll get the conditioner on and leave it for a few minutes while you bathe."

Kathy, wildly hoping that Jill wouldn't notice herself, chattered like a magpie, while Jill washed her face, neck, those gorgeous breasts, then her belly. The washcloth went lower. There was a startled look on Jill's face and she suddenly bent over to look at herself. Kathy made a too-late frantic grab at Jill's shoulder to prevent it...

Carla and Jessica walked out of the bedroom holding hands. With the TV muted, Fred could hear the bedroom door open, so was already looking in that direction. Although the women had been sleeping nude with him, the sight of them in identical pale-red, almost sheer negligées got his attention in a hurry.

"Oh, look at that," Brenda exclaimed in his mind.

Baby, I don't...

"Don't start again with that crap," Brenda warned.

You sure? Are you absofuckinglutely sure? If you bail out in the middle of this...

"'Bail out?' When did I ever 'bail out' on anything? Now make love to those two women before they decide you're an idiot," the voice in his mind admonished. And for the first time, he seemed to be able to feel his dead wife's emotions.

"Still worried about me now?" she said.

We'll see, he said in his mind.

"You two are beautiful. A sight, as they say, for sore eyes. I guess I never fully understood that expression, but come here and let's see if we can figure it out together," he said with a grin.

Both came to stand before him as he sat on the couch. "We've decided," Carla, unnecessarily said. "Brenda said it was okay, and well, Sam has been gone a long time now..."

"And we both love you," Jessica broke in.

"Tell them, you big dummy. Quit fucking around. Tell them. They're all tense worrying that you will reject them again."

Fred grasped a hand of each woman and gently pulled them down on either side of him on the couch. Putting his arms around their shoulders, he sighed. "I love you, too. I mean ... I'm in love with each of you. I've been holding back..."

"Oh, we know why you were holding back," Jessica teased. "We've gone over this again and again. But we had a talk with your wife while you napped."

"Yeah, I gathered that," Fred chuckled. "So you've been conspiring against me."

"Fred. This isn't the time to be kidding around..." the voice in his head chimed in.

Carla got up and immediately straddled his legs. Leaning over, she put her mouth to his, at first gently, then after a few seconds, her mouth opened slightly as her tongue touched his lips asking for entrance.

Fred could feel Junior starting to respond. Brenda, are you sure? Baby, I can't stand much of this and stop. If we go much further...

Raw emotion clouded his mind for a second. "Does that feel like I'm unsure? Now stop being a pussy and make love to her before I go insane in here."

Carla pulled back, giggling, obviously having heard Brenda.

Fred wondered how sane any of them truly were, but pulled the woman back with a hand on her neck and let his emotions go. Carla sighed and vigorously returned the kiss, making a sound in her throat.

Junior was struggling to get out of his shorts as Fred stood up with Carla in his arms. As he turned back to the couch to lay her on it, Brenda chimed in, "No. There isn't room to properly make love to two women here. Carry her to the bed."

"Stay right there," Fred told a smiling Jessica. "I'll be right back."

Jessica stood. "No, silly, you can't carry both of us. I know you love me. I'll walk."

Fred had already taken a step toward the bedroom with Carla in his arms, but stopped and looked around. "No. Please wait, Jess. I'll be right back ... Please."

Jessica blushed, but quickly sat back down on the couch. "Okay," she meekly said.

In the bedroom, Fred put Carla gently on the bed, stopping for a moment to kiss her again. She pulled herself to him as he bent over her, but quickly broke the kiss. "Go get my daughter, please. She loves you so much."

"Okay, be right back."

As he approached the couch and bent down, Jessica grinned up at him, "This is silly, I can..."

Fred seemed to effortlessly scoop her up. Giggling, she hugged herself to him as he quickly walked into the bedroom with his squirming burden. Shortly, she was beside her mother.

Fred stripped off his tee shirt and started to drop his shorts and underwear, when Carla sat up and took his hand. "Let me."

Jessica had turned on her side to watch as Carla pulled his clothes down to release his cock. She chuckled and stared at it as the tip barely missed her face as it sprang free. "I've seen it before; held it while we were in bed, but seeing it up close like this..." she said staring at the head only inches from her face. She left the sentence unfinished, unconsciously opening her mouth slightly as she thought about how it would feel to suck his thick cock. Her daughter had certainly liked it.

"Oh, Baby," she whispered as she cupped his balls with one hand while gently grasping his cock with the other, "if size has anything to do with it, your balls have a lot of sperm in there."

Automatically, since Sam had liked it, she slowly stroked Fred's cock while putting a little more pressure with her thumb on the center of his shaft following the route his sperm would take as he ejaculated.

"Oh, shit, that feels good," Fred muttered.

Carla wet her fingertips with precome that was already starting to flow, then smeared it over the head. Her hand moved a little faster now and her grip tightened.

"My buddy would already have come the first time by now," Jessica giggled.

"Fred won't," Carla emphatically said. "He's a man, not a boy. No matter how good-intentioned your boyfriend was, he was still just a boy becoming a man. Fred won't come until he wants to. Isn't that right, Baby?"

"No, I won't," Fred sighed. "I have to will myself to come. I've never had to hold back like some guys. Jeff says he's that way, too. But, as good as this feels, let's stop for now," he finished, gently removing Carla's hands and urging her to lie beside her daughter.

"You look good," Jessica said as he sat and she reached over to run her hand down his arm. "You used to have a tummy, but it's flat now. Those weights of Dad's have done a job on your arms and chest, not to mention what the running has done to your legs. I get goose bumps just looking at you."

"Well, I don't have a six pack yet," Fred laughed, "but I'm working on it. Truthfully, as you know, most of the credit goes to whatever Jeff did to me. There hasn't been nearly enough time to get this much result with the weights or by running. And I think Junior has grown a little, too. But I'm not complaining," he laughed.

Then his mood going more serious, he stopped and looked at each of them. "I've never made love to two women at the same time. Truthfully, my experience with anyone other than Brenda is minuscule, and even that was as a teenager before we got together. Jeff and his wives seem to get along without any problems, so I guess that's proof that this type of thing can work. But before we begin, I want to make it clear that I love each of you equally. I won't intentionally show more affection for one over the other of you. But if I mess up, please let me know about it. If there's a problem, just perceived or otherwise, don't let it grow and fester. Brenda and I always aired our little problems before they became big ones. I think the three of us are going to have to do the same for this to work."

Carla took her daughter's hand, smiled at her, then at Fred. "This caught us by surprise to begin with, but we've always talked, probably more like sisters than mother and daughter. This will work. And we're not going into it blind. We've talked to Diana a lot about it. Well, all Jeff's wives. Diana says that a lot of the problems are already solved because you're an Alpha. Alphas expect and require their women to get along. She tried to explain it to me, and the girls have tried to do the same thing with Jessica. But the bottom line is what I just said. Jeff expects it and won't accept anything else.

"You're a loving man, but no one in this room thinks you're a pushover. Jeff is also loving to his wives. He loves his women; allows them to run the home, but when he speaks, they listen. Everyone there knows he is the ultimate authority. You're the same way. You're gentle with us, and we know that we are safe with you and you will protect us, but you're our Alpha. We have seen it in you and we can feel it. We get hot when you walk into a room with us. We know your age, but no one would believe it. We also know that much of this came from Jeff, but you would turn us on regardless of your age, even if you looked it. I guess what I'm saying is to just make love to us. The one who isn't receiving your attention will understand. We've discussed this more than you realize."

Fred pulled both of them up to hug them as they all sat on the bed. "My dick has gone down some while we were jawing," he laughed, pointing.

"I've got the answer to that," Jessica giggled as she leaned over and put her mouth over the head of Fred's cock.

"Oh, shit," Fred hissed as she sucked.

Junior woke up.

After a little while, Jessica pulled her mouth off, a smug look on her face, his cock like a steel bar. Very tenderly kissing him on the mouth for a moment, she cupped his cheek lovingly with her hand. "Make love to my mom first. I'm going to be over here to the side watching, and, uh ... playing with myself a little," she finished, her cheeks flaring to go with her quiet little giggle.

Fred, still feeling a little uncomfortable with Jessica watching, not to mention the strangely quiet Brenda in his mind, lay beside Carla and took her in his arms. After just hugging her for awhile, he trailed his fingertips down her side and across her flat stomach. He drew invisible circles there for a time before his hand glided southward again, but avoided her sex to lightly grip the inside of her thigh. She had moaned out a weak protest when his hand had slid past her sex. After lightly caressing her inner thigh for a moment, he crossed his hand to her other leg, then gently caressed and stroked his way past her pussy again and up her other side, stopping just below her other breast.

"Oh, Fred. It's been sooo long," Carla managed to get out past a sigh.

Fred slipped his hand under the tiny strap over her shoulder and slipped it down. She quickly helped him get it below her elbow and off her arm, freeing her left breast. Smiling, he repeated the process for the other arm, then gently pulled the top down to free both breasts. "Oh, Baby, they look good," he said as he traced a fingertip around an aureole, barely missing her already-swollen nipple. "I've tried to avoid really looking at your breasts. I wanted to, but I felt guilty every time I looked at them. But now I can really look," he said as he leaned over, his mouth approaching her nipple.