Matt and I sat with Kevin in his living room watching a
play-off game while our wives sat in the kitchen. On my
forays into that territory to fetch my own drinks and snacks
I noticed that it looked like the regular poker game and,
from the sight of the chips, that the lead kept shifting
with each of my trips. My wife Jane seemed to be having a
lot of fun playing and would smile and wave every time she
saw me.
Well, I’ve never really liked card games. I seem to suffer
from some kind of brain defect making game playing all but
impossible. On top of that I’m not much into spectator
sports, either, but can cope, more or less, with watching a
football game with friends who aren’t expecting me to really
understand the complexities of the game as well as they do.
Fortunately, neither Matt nor Kevin are real fanatic fans of
football, but, to me, were still intensely interested in the
games. We got along pretty well though my ideas of fun have
come in handy.
We’d all met primarily because our wives worked together and
we all turned out to have a surprising number of real
interests in common… including our work.
And, let me tell you, we all helped each other with work,
too. I’ve gotten e-mails from Matt and Kevin for advice on
technical problems– like Matt’s questions about specific
features of the “vi” editor, or Kevin’s about setting up raw
logical volumes for a database– and I had my own questions
when trying to work out some Perl or Python scripting or
fighting the nightmares of SQL. Yes, all three of us are
techies in our jobs. Matt works in software development,
Kevin’s moving up to being a database guru and I’m the
systems geek.
The funniest thing about all of us is that the three of us
guys look enough alike to be mistaken for brothers… and
have been. At the same time, none of our wives looked at
all alike. My wife Jane, to my eyes, certainly is not
plain, but, compared to Martha and Keri, she could be. Keri
was a tiny woman of Japanese descent; none of us, including
Kevin, her husband, could *really* pronounce her name and
“Keri” was as close as anyone could get, so it stuck. Her
hair was long, black, lustrous and must’ve been a bear to
keep clean and out of the way for her job. Martha, though,
was black, thin, with short curly hair, over six feet tall
and totally intimidating. The three of them seemed to fit
so well together far better than I would ever have believed.
Watching them play poker is a sight to see, too.
Our wives were also highly educated, being nurses with
full-time jobs at the local trauma center. Each had their
own strengths and the ER considered themselves very lucky
when they were working the same shifts.
As three couples we’ve done a lot of travelling together, to
the point that we’d all chosen to share vacations. This
being early January, some thinking was already underway
about where the six of us would travel during the coming
summer. I was hoping for another bareboat cruise down, this
time down in the Caymans.
Mind you, most of the thinking and debating over vacation
plans was being done by the women. Since none of us men
wanted to piss off our wives by doing anything stupid, so we
did our best to stay out of the way and practice the good
husband mantra of “Yes, you’re right, dear.”
When the football game was over we were called into the
kitchen as our wives finished off their last hands. We had
a lot of practice synchronizing this trick, too.
I hope you realize that I’ve been told poker is not much fun
when you’re not playing for “something” of value, and, in
the past, I’ve seen money change hands, but the women also
used this mechanism to exchange favors, too. For instance,
there was the time Martha had gotten Kevin and I to take
care of repair tasks around the house that Matt wasn’t as
good at, or helping him with the lawn, gardening, plumbing
and the like, all hidden as a way for our wives to pay off
their gambling debts. It was actually fun this way and our
own wives did their best to keep us happy with the
arrangement.
Matt started a new pot of coffee while I put on water for
tea as the women sat at one end and tallied up the
“winnings”.
“Boys,” Martha announced, as soon as all six of us were
finally relaxed and sitting with our drinks, “We’ve decided
to pay off these gambling debts differently. You already
know that each of us starts out a game with only ten of each
kind of chip… and this time, each chip is for a different
service from you guys. The white chips are for cunnilingus,
the blue for doggie, red, missionary and the green ones are,
to be silly, wild, so, if we pull up a green chip, we get to
pick the sexual service that we want. I’m sure you’re all
aware, again, that, as usual, each chip has an initial on
it– ‘J’ for Jack and Jane, for instance. Whoever holds a
chip with your initial on it is due sexual attention from
you.”
Matt and Kevin and I looked at each other, shocked. This
went well beyond anything we’ve thought our wives capable of
dreaming up and following through on, but, then…
“Wherever we hold our own initialled chips doesn’t count, so
we only count the chips we’ve gotten from someone else,” my
wife, Jane, picked up the explanation. “So, any chips with
the ‘J’ I’m holding doesn’t have any value.”
If anyone had videotaped this it would likely have been much
funnier watching us three men nodding in unison, our eyes
glassy with shock.
It took until this moment for us to look at the piles of
poker chips in front of our wives. Keri was noticeably the
winner, albeit not by a whole lot.
It was only when each woman sorted out their chips that I
could see how Keri had few of her own ‘K’ chips but plenty
of ‘J’ and ‘M’ chips. It seemed intriguing, given how few
of our ‘J’ chips my wife had and the shortage of ‘M’ chips
in front of Martha.
I was shocked. So, when I looked at Matt and Kevin, were
they. I spoke up first, with, “Are you really sure? Isn’t
this cheating? Jane, you’ve been pretty pissed off at me
whenever I paid any attention to Martha or Keri, you know,
and this… this… is a big change.”
My wife smiled at me, then Matt and Kevin. “Yes, dear, but,
given our,” her eyes including Keri and Martha, “agreement,
it’s no longer cheating all of us have agreed, and I’m sure
that you will all enjoy this arrangement.”
Kevin frowned and turned to his wife, asking “Are you sure,
hon? Is this because of the tests we had last month?”
Tests? Was something wrong with tiny Keri? I could feel a
sense of foreboding forming in my head, worried that she
could be sick. It was instantly dispelled when Keri softly
explained “Yes, hon, in a way. It’s a good thing all three
of us have synchronized periods; Jane and Martha are going
to go off the pill for this. Guys,” she added, gathering us
in with her eyes, “I know Kevin will be upset to hear me
tell you this, but we’ve been trying to have a baby for a
over a year, now… and we just discovered that my husband
Kevin is sterile. So I’m going to use sperm from you two to
make up for it, and he’ll get comfort from your wives. OK?”
Martha and my wife Jane smiled as they nodded. I had no
idea why they both looked so pleased. It sure explained the
willingness to shuffle husbands around, especially coupled
with the discussions Jane and I had over starting a family.
Kevin, though, looked crushed, having been outed in front of
his closest friends. So would I, come to thing of it, if
I’d been in his position… which made me think. “Hon, what
are the chances that either– or both– like Matt or I are
sterile, too?”
It was Martha’s turn to answer “Oh, don’t you boys remember
last week when you got woken up with a blow job?” Martha
and Jane suddenly smiled at Matt and I, given that hint.
Matt startled me by nodding at the same time I did, then his
eyes went wide as he asked “You got samples?”
Jane nodded at him, “Sure did, I brought ’em to a lab where
I could have ’em checked. Both of you have good sperm
counts, though I did find out that my husband’s were way up
near the top end, which I didn’t expect. This is why, over
the next month, you two boys won’t get to fuck your own
wives… and we don’t want either of you to jack off in the
shower, either, and, let me tell you, *none* of us will give
Kevin a chance to even _think_ of playing with himself. We
three have decided that we’ll all start families, even if it
is a bit unconventional.”
Martha picked up the lecture from Jane and we all turned our
heads to face her. “All three of you have expressed a
desire to make babies. All three of you find all three of
us attractive and desirable, too. All three of you love us,
too, and think your wives are something special. We love
you, too, and find all three of you attractive… and, just
like you see us, sexually desirable, too. So we’re going to
shuffle the genes around a little bit, just to keep you all
on your toes. For Keri, it’ll be between Jack and Matt over
which of you fathers her and Kevin’s child. And, given that
Kevin is sterile, we felt it was unfair that Jack can give
Jane a baby or that Matt can give _me_ one, too, so Jane and
I are trading husbands. You boys will have to get used to
some threesomes this next month.”
Now, really, I’ve heard that threesomes are a common fantasy
for a man, though, in my own mind, I always wondered how I’d
feel facing Jane and another woman. Jane and Martha? Never
entered my mind. Jane and Keri? Ditto. It seemed like an
impossibility, but, then, I realized… Me and Kevin with,
say, Martha? Or Me and Matt with Keri? This was… ummm…
rather less appetizing. I looked over at Matt and he didn’t
seem to have grokked this issue though Kevin looked a bit
less anxious than I felt. Jane and Martha were better
observers and had noted my facial expressions and Jane spoke
up, saying, “Yes, boys, not only will you occasionally have
two women to please, we will have two men to please *us* at
times, too.”
This time Matt looked pole-axed as he finally did the math.
Even Kevin seemed to have missed the latter half until it
was explained. In hindsight, it was the shock on their
faces realizing that a woman might want to have two men with
her at the same time that actually got me to relax over it.
It was clear that neither of my friends had any homosexual
tendencies.
Keri finally spoke up, saying “So we want to make sure that
we have *all* of you approving this plan. I want a baby. I
will entertain Jack and Matt on alternate nights for the
next four weeks. When Jack isn’t with me, he’s with Martha,
and, when Matt isn’t with me, he’ll be sleeping with Jane.
Do all of you agree? Are you willing to not merely go along
with this plan but are you enthusiastic?”
It was time for us three guys to step away and huddle again.
Even with my anxieties, I was willing to go along with it.
I can’t claim wild enthusiasm because I didn’t want to fuck
up my marriage… or either of the other two. I noticed
both Matt and Kevin had their worries but the idea of having
open relationships were something they wanted to try out. I
mentioned the problem with paternity with Kevin and he told
me that if Martha or my wife fucked anywhere near as good as
Keri did, he’d be happy because Keri would be happy. Given
how much the three of us looked alike, too, he said it was
easier since any baby would look like “us”.
Matt popped his head up and asked the women “What about a
second child?”
I heard laughter from all three before Keri answered with
“For me, the one who didn’t make me pregnant gets to fuck me
without a rubber or diaphragm, so that both of you give me a
baby. For Jane and Martha? We’ve already talked it over
and they’ll want Kevin to decide, at that point, whether he
wants the same shuffle or will be comfortable to let you put
babies into your own wives.”
Back into the huddle and we all came to an agreement. While
it might not have been a wildly enthusiastic agreement, we
all knew that this would make *all* of our wives happy.
And, to all three of us, that *mattered*. We knew our wives
would do their best to make sure *we* were happy.
We broke up the huddle and re-joined our spouses at the
table again. Kevin spoke up, “I agree.”
I spoke up next, adding, “I’m agreeable. I just don’t want
to fuck up my marriage or anyone else’s.”
Matt nodded and said “Yeah, I’m OK with this, and I agree
with Jack, too. I don’t want to be the loser, here, and I
don’t want Kevin to feel like the loser, either.”
Keri’s smile damn near blinded all of us and we all watched
her get hugs from Jane and Martha.
Keri then nodded to Martha as she started talking to Kevin,
locking their eyes together. While Kevin’s attention was on
his wife, I watched Martha, from the corner of my eye, get a
rather feral smile on her face just before she slid under
the table. Kevin was oblivious to Martha’s motion though
Matt and I glanced at each other and he smirked.
Kevin made a sudden confused squeak in tune with the sound
of a zipper being lowered. This broke up the tableau as his
efforts to back off from the table started. Keri stopped
him by calling him and, staring in his eyes, said “Don’t
move, hon, just let it happen…”
I heard noises from under the kitchen table that I’d only
heard in porn flicks before. Porn flicks that Jane hadn’t
wanted to know about. My own erection strengthened, tenting
my pants and reduced the likelihood that I was willing to
stand up and expose my excitement.
Keri’s eyes, once Kevin had rolled his head back, sighing in
pleasure, gathered Matt’s attention and mine. She then told
us, loudly enough to be heard over Kevin’s moans, to flip a
coin.
Within five minutes, Keri was spread-eagled on the table,
Matt having won the toss and wasting little time in getting
his dick into her and starting a hard, pounding fuck. I
watched in shock as long as I could without moving as Jane
pulled a green chip with an ‘M’ out of Keri’s pile and put
it back in Martha’s pile.
Kevin growled when he came, obviously into Martha’s mouth,
and we listened to the sounds of Keri squeaking as Matt gave
her a dose. As Matt rested I could hear sounds that had to
be Martha cleaning Kevin’s dick. I finally backed away from
the table given how wilted my member had become and finally
compared, for the first time, Kevin’s still fairly hard and
wet dick with Matt’s, and, by extension, my own, even with
it limp and still inside my pants.
I think that one of the reasons I’d always been anxious with
the whole issue of exhibitionist sex had been my fear that
I’d come up short in the shorts. Today, shockingly, I
finally had proof that my worries were well-founded. Of the
three men, I was the shortest, right where it counted.
Given the confirmation of my fears of inadequacy in such a
public venue, I chose to flee the scene. First, I ran out
the door, abandoning everyone, including my wife Jane, got
into my car, burned rubber and sped for my own home… and
the illusion of safety.
Safety was illusory, of course, because my front door hadn’t
been closed more than ten minutes by the clock, though it
seemed a lot shorter in my head, when Martha burst into the
house and led Keri to me in the the den.
I’d been fumbling for the keys to my gun cabinet with one
hand while taking sips of vodka from a tumbler in my other
hand. I hadn’t quite gotten them loose when I was tackled
by Martha and, based upon the missing time, knocked out. I
think my head bounced off of my desk chair on the way to the
floor.
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My awakening brought with it a sense of disappointment.
Given my feelings prior to being knocked out and my desire
to drop dead in order to avoid the shame of being shown how
little a man I was, awakening was _not_ my first choice. I
had no idea how long I had been out and the memories brought
regrets that I hadn’t moved quicker. If I had only bypassed
the liquor cabinet I would have made my permanent escape
from pain.
I was still alive, though, and felt, emotionally, like shit.
More memories of the night before brought back the sense of
wanting to be nothing. Why couldn’t people have left me
alone?
Unfortunately, unconsciousness isn’t something that can be
extended when one is still alive. In some ways I regretted
being alive. If this was depression, I understood it a lot
better than I would have preferred, because it sucked.
It hurt my head when I tried to crack open my eyes so I
decided to shift my position a little bit… and found I
couldn’t move. With this realization my eyes snapped open
and I looked around despite the sudden pain in my head from
the light.
Once I recovered from the shock of opening my eyes, I
recognized the room. I was still in my home, in our spare
bedroom, strapped down tightly to what looked like a gurney.
Taking a piece by piece inventory of my body, I eventually
realized that my penis was uncomfortable for a reason,
concluding that I’d been catheterized so I wouldn’t need to
pee. I wondered how any need to defecate had been handled.
Given my position I was able to look down over my body and
could see the tube running out from under the towel laying
across my crotch while the rest of me was uncovered. There
was also an IV running into my right arm and a pulse
oximeter on my left index finger. My good set of headphones
covered my ears, completing the picture and muffling some of
the noises I’d have expected to hear.
All right, none of this made sense. I did my best to look
around and called for Jane. My hearing is sensitive enough
that I think I would have been able to hear a response from
her despite the headphones cutting down on sounds. It
sounded like I was alone in the house.
Unfortunately for me, I couldn’t DO anything to distract
myself. I was awake, I was alert… and I couldn’t move. I
couldn’t turn on a TV or even a radio and the phone was just
as much out of reach. I was fortunate that, at the time, I
hadn’t realized that I wouldn’t be able to scratch an itch,
either.
There was a muted beep and whir from an instrument behind me
and I felt the world fade again.
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My next awakening occurred with Jane and Keri standing on
each side of me. I was feeling pretty mellow so the feeling
of being strapped and trapped was muted. I couldn’t seem to
get angry. It wasn’t hard to conclude that they’d drugged
me, but, at the time, I didn’t care. There were times at
work when I’d love to feel this relaxed.
Jane smiled sweetly at me which added to my sense of bliss
and asked me “Why were you running from Keri, dear?”
I tried to answer but was having problems phrasing my reply.
My mouth opened and closed a couple of time before I gave up
on trying to talk.
Keri’s hands were suddenly cradling my face, pulling me to
look into the enchanting eyes I’d found alluring for so long
at the same time scared of the feelings they brought. This
time I felt like I was falling in to those eyes as her face
moved closer and closer…
When Keri’s lips touched mine my eyes drifted closed. The
kiss deepened and I started to contribute to it, sharing the
effort to exchange affection. Had I not been still tightly
bound, my arms would have wrapped around her to hold her in
place.
Now I’ve been known to lose my sense of time while Jane and
I kissed, and, well, this kiss wasn’t any different despite
the change in players. Just like with Jane, it felt like
the kiss ended at least half an hour before I was ready for
it. I missed her lips and lively little tongue the instant
they withdrew and I moaned.
This time Keri, looking into my eyes, asked me “Were you
running from me?”
I shook my head and was able to speak, finally, saying “No,
I was running away to hide how much less a man I am than
Kevin and Matt.”
If I’d had more of my wits about me, I would have been able
to worry about telling the truth so easily. I don’t like to
talk about sex, after all, and here I was, willing to answer
her question without any hesitation.
Jane, my wife, harrumphed, adding, “Yeah, right. Like you
don’t get me off! Kevin’s OK enough in the sack and so is
Matt… but neither of them is you. I love you, hon, and
really love the way you love me, even if I enjoy their
attentions, too. I’m not about to trade you in on a
different model, you know. So what’s really wrong?”
I sighed, pursed my lips for Keri to peck, then looked over
to Jane “C’mon, hon, you know! I have the smallest dick of
the three of us. Mister Teeny-Tiny Dick, at your service!”
June frowned at me. “You forget that size isn’t everything,
dear, and, in case you’ve forgotten, what’s most important
to a woman like me– and Keri, and Martha– is who it is
part of. Add to the emotional and intellectual aspects of a
person, the anatomical factors a pretty limited. As a for
instance, a woman’s nerve endings are clustered near the
entrance, not deep in the vagina, and you do a good job of
making those feel good to me. On top of that, hon, sure, a
bigger dick can feel good, but, hon, your kisses sure light
_my_ fire, and Kevin– and Matt, too– aren’t as good in
the kissing department as you are. Given what I’ve
discussed with Keri and Martha, too, they want you to train
their husbands in how to put their mouths where they’re used
to putting a money shot.”
I laughed at the phrasing and the face she made to tease me.
Once my laughter died down a bit, I seemed able to think
more clearly and was getting a bit pissed off over still
being strapped down and I told them that, adding, “so, why
am I tied down?”
Jane sighed and looked particularly angry with me. “You are
*not* going to blow your own brains out, you hear me? I
want you to make babies! First in Martha, then, hopefully
in Keri, too, while Matt plants one in me.”
This irritated me, of course, but it was the competitive
factor over Keri that really raised my hackles. Said
hackles were not within the confines of the straps, either,
and I showed them, growling out, “I really think that Matt’s
two inch advantage leaves me out of the race, hon. And…
when will you unstrap me?”
Jane stared at me, irritation on her face, snapping, “What?
Don’t you even want to _try_?”
I sighed. “It’s a waste of effort and Keri’s time, hon, for
me to try. I think it’s better if I declare a default and
just give up on that whole game. Hell, the only reason I
have any chance at all with Martha is because there’s no
competition.”
Before Jane could start answering my question, Keri grabbed
my face again. She looked pissed. “Don’t you want me?”
Looking in her eyes again I said “Of course I want you, just
don’t waste time and chances with me when you’re fertile,
all right? Matt is much better equipped to do the job, you
know.”
Keri’s eyes looked sad as she said “But… don’t you want to
try?”
I closed my eyes to keep myself from crying from the look in
hers as I answered, in an unsteady voice, “It’s not the time
trying that bothers me so much, it’s the trying and failing
regardless that gets to me. I don’t like to fail. Ask
Jane.”
Jane must have pulled Keri away and I listened, my eyes
still closed, as they left the room. I laid there, still
strapped down, unable to move, and cried over the whole
damned situation. I thought that it would have been a lot
less stressful if I hadn’t been expected to jump up and push
myself into Keri in front of the other guys.
When someone re-entered the room, it was Keri’s scent I
smelled. When I opened my eyes I could see she was alone,
so I asked “Where’s Jane?”
Keri smiled. “Heading for Matt’s. Martha is on her way
here. Do you promise me… and Jane, and Martha… not to
hurt yourself? Jane’s already removed all of your guns, so
you should know that we want you alive… and, preferably,
happy, too. So… will you behave?”
I sighed. Outmaneuvered. Dammit. I nodded my acquiescence
and told her “Yes, I’ll behave. I’m not sure why, but I’ll
behave.”
“Good,” Keri said, happiness evident in her voice, which
helped _my_ mood. Her hand stroked side of my face gently
and I felt a thrill run through me. “Once Martha gets here
we’ll get you disconnected and then get you loose.”
It was strange and unexpected to see her pull out a syringe,
make sure it had no air in it, and then do a push into the
IV, before I could ask her what it was. “Jack, when this
hits,” she told me, “you’ll be a lot more cooperative and
open to me. Just relax, hon, everything will be all right,
and just listen to me, OK?”
Whatever was in that needle was starting to hit me and I had
little choice but to nod my agreement. The first real
effect was that I wasn’t worried about anything at all– she
could do whatever she wanted to me and I’d do whatever she
told me to do.
Mind you, I was also having a problem paying attention to
what she was telling me, too. I knew she was talking to me
and that I must have been answering but I was left with no
idea or memory of what we talked about. It did stick in my
mind, though, that whatever she told me was going to be
fine.
It was quiet when I got more of my wits about me shortly
after Martha walked into the room, looking me up and down.
“He about ready to be let loose?”
My little lover Keri…
I was confused. Why did I feel like Keri was my lover? And
Martha, too? They saw my frown and Keri asked me “What is
bothering you?”
Before I could shut myself up I heard my mouth insert a foot
in it: “I wonder why I think of you both as my lovers.”
Two broad smiles appeared and washed away the frowns I’d
seen on both of these exotic women. With their smiles came
a sense of euphoria. I felt wonderful. I felt loved. I’ve
felt that with Jane but this wasn’t in the middle of a blow
job, this was just how they looked at me.
I couldn’t help but react to this and the one part of my
body that hadn’t been strapped down stood up.
It is strange that they giggled as they gently removed the
catheter.
As the IV catheter was removed from my arm, Martha was using
her mouth on me. Keri’s touch was gentle and comforting on
my arm and then she kissed me again.
I don’t think it took long for Martha to get a good taste of
my spend… and I recovered quickly as Keri and Martha spent
time passing it back and forth with each other.
Having been strapped down for over eighteen hours had me
feeling both weak and dizzy, though, really, it might have
been the amount of blood that had been diverted southwards
to keep my saluter saluting.
Both of these women, like my wife, were easily pleased,
coming quickly. First I got to be ridden by Keri, at least
until she found her climax, and then Martha rode me until we
both went off.
Nothing softens a man’s resolve as something that hardens
his dick. Having my brains fucked out by two enthusiastic
women smoked the last bit of reluctance I’d been carrying.
As I cuddled between these two women, spooning on the bed, I
was told that my short dick had a useful component.
“Jack,” Keri started, “your cock was good. I like it. Sure
you don’t go too deep… but I wasn’t distracted by you
hitting my cervix. My womb doesn’t like being pushed around
too much and you didn’t do that, so I could pay attention to
everything down there.”
I heard the “Mmmmmm” from Martha, spooned behind me as I
spooned Keri, before she muzzily said “What she said. I do
like a good pounding but you’re a good size.”
Keri made a purring noise, as did Martha. Before I dozed
off, I realized I was making the noise, too.
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I spent the next month with Martha living in my house and
with Keri visiting every other night. Jane stayed with Matt
in his house. Kevin alternated with whoever wasn’t hosting
Keri so that we alternated the kinds of threesomes we would
experience.
The first time I shared Martha with Kevin I was sweating. I
didn’t realize how much he was sweating, too. Afterwards I
was feeling a lot more comfortable, not just with the plan,
but with my self, as well. If anything, my feelings of
inadequacy were fading fast.
What surprised me the most was that one of us would do the
fucking and the other would get oral attention from Martha
and then we’d swap ends.
I have no idea how Jane or Keri would respond to this but
Martha often seemed to enter a state of almost constant
orgasm as Kevin and I took turns. Martha’s pussy was alive
and electrifying which shortened our fuses.
That pattern lasted the first week. The second week Martha
told us she wanted to try double penetration…
Having my hard cock in a woman’s anus is *weird*. Having it
there when she’s coming very hard from having two men in
both places at the same time is… is…
Mind you, with the whole… ahem… thrust of this
arrangement, it usually started out with me in Martha’s
vagina and Kevin in her back door. Once my first load was
wrung out of me, we’d all wash very carefully and switch.
And, given Martha’s encouragement and enthusiasm, wash and
switch again. And maybe a few time more, too. I could not
believe how much K-Y jelly we went through, though Martha
did walk funny the following day. We took it a lot easier
on her after the first night.
One night as we lay in a post coital heap Martha told me
that once all three women were pregnant that they wanted to
try out triple penetration. At the time she said this I was
still in her butt and softening. Kevin was down for the
count but Martha got an ass-fucking from me without anyone
in her vagina for the first time since we’d made this
arrangement.
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My nights with Martha and Keri were, well, strange, at
first. Martha told me that Keri took priority on those
nights, given how she wanted to give me a good chance of
impregnating Keri.
Now my homophobia only applied to men, and, in talking, I
discovered that both Kevin and Matt shared my distaste for
it, but watching Keri and Martha “help” each other sure put
lead in my pencil, multiple times.
I also got to show off my oral skills when I was ridden by
both at the same time. Mind you, every woman is different
and each of the three women required slight changes in both
strategy and tactics to get them off quickly.
Being told that Jane was also comfortable with her bisexual
relationships turned me on as well.
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All three of our wives missed their periods. While using
pregnancy test kits might seem redundant, we wanted to be
sure. All three women were pregnant and we all celebrated
getting our families… well, “family”… started. Over the
next week each woman tried out “pulling a train” using all
three of us men on one of the women. It was wild. It was
exciting. It was great to be in my own wife, again. It was
a bonding experience for all six of us to watch the women
accept us all.
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Vacation with three pregnant women who were in their second
trimester was on a bareboat charter in the Virgin Islands,
not the Caymans this time. We spent a _lot_ of our time
bare, too, and went through a huge quantity of sunscreen and
sunblock.
Our main problem is that our wives were insatiable during
their first trimester and damn near wore our dicks out. The
second trimester showed a slight reduction in their sex
drives. We didn’t understand it though we welcomed the
occasional day of rest.
It was after our return from vacation when we discovered
that tiny little Keri was carrying fraternal twins, one of
each sex. Jane and Martha were only carrying one passenger
each and so we were speculating on Keri’s cargo.
We all went shopping for a larger house to share, finding an
old apartment house near the hospital that was a bit run
down and affordable. After selling our houses we formed a
corporation which would own the building and did the work to
make it comfortable for all of us.
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Keri had to have a caesarean section to birth the twins.
Healthy yet still tiny, the children seemed to thrive right
away even as Keri recuperated from the surgery. The girls
used their covert connections to get paternity tested and I
learned I had given Keri a son while Matt had fathered a
daughter.
How these twins could have been conceived this was was a
mystery simply because we’d love to arrange that again, even
though it was unlikely.
Jane’s time arrived and Matt’s son was a strong and healthy
baby.
I was on pins and needles waiting for my daughter by Martha
to be born. Martha’s delivery was two days after Jane’s and
the baby was adorable.
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A year and a half later Keri called for a family conference.
Given how all of us were living together and helping to care
for the children this wasn’t hard to arrange. We all sat at
the nice big dining room table as Keri spoke up that she
wanted more children. The enthusiastic smirks on Jane’s and
Martha’s faces were proof that they were more than merely
agreeable to another batch of children. I’d been hearing
whispers about this but the three “dads” were more than
content to go along with the idea of expanding our family.
Keri elected to alternate between Matt and me again, as she
had before, even though the hope of having a pair of twins
as she had before was unlikely. Kevin, when asked whether
we should swap Martha and Jane again, told us to just rotate
partners while in the same room, adding, “They’re all *our*
children so it doesn’t really matter who belongs to who any
more. So just rotate it, one-on-one, and whoever
impregnates which woman shouldn’t matter, as long as we keep
it in the family.”
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