Carson Evolved Ch. 07

"Shall we?" Sam said, as she offered her hand to Cara.

The restaurant they'd met in had an attached lounge, and the women made themselves comfortable at a quiet table in the corner, sipping cocktails and enjoying the ambiance. Looking around, Cara said, "We used to come to places like this." The little smile in remembrance only partially masked the pain in her voice.

"We don't get out as much as we'd like," replied Sam, "But we are fortunate to have many friends who are happy to help us have some adult time as needed." Not to mention we share home responsibilities so my husband's many lovers can have some 'Carson time,' she thought. "We've only been here a few times," she finished.

Her aunt sat back with a bemused look on her face. "So. Finally married, and with a beautiful baby already. Life seems pretty good for you. There was a time when your mother and I worried that you'd never find 'The One.'"

Sam couldn't help but grin sheepishly. "It took longer than I ever thought it would. But Aunt Cara...he's better than I ever dreamed my husband would be."

"Before we go any further, just call me 'Cara.' You're not that much younger than me, and I've always thought of you more like a sister than a niece anyway." Her niece agreed, and she continued, "From what I've seen, you got a good one in Carson."

"You have no idea," Sam gushed. "He's smart and strong, and he makes it his goal to make me happy all the time. I've found very few things that he won't do for me, no matter the cost."

Cara was listening as Sam extolled her husband's virtues, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. It sounded like kind of life she'd always dreamed of. Even before the accident, Stephen hadn't really been the total package. He was a good guy, nice looking, smart enough, kind enough, etc., but there had always been just a little something missing. It had only been after the accident that she'd realized how much she'd resented settling as much as she had. It was an underlying theme in the problems they were having.

Holding her drink up, idly stirring it before taking a drink, she asked with a grin on her lips, "And the sex?"

"Mind-blowing. Perfect. Better than perfect, if such a thing existed. I can't even express in words how good it is." The words exploded out of her mouth, her excitement at being able to talk about this with her aunt overriding her sense of propriety, knowing that Cara was starving for attention.

Cara could only imagine. She could still feel a lingering tingle or two from where her leg had touched Carson's. How much better would it be if he were between her legs, giving her what she'd been missing?

It suddenly occurred to Sam what she was doing to her aunt, and she began to apologize. "I'm so sorry, Cara. I didn't mean to brag about him. I know you and Stephen aren't, uh, active."

Cara patted her hand. "No worries. I asked, and you answered. Besides, I'm happy for you. A newlywed should be excited about her intimate times with her husband. It'll fade, though. No man is that good forever."

Sam grinned at Cara's skepticism. Suddenly, she realized she had a way to broach the topic of getting her together with Carson. "Well, I might think that was likely, except every other one of his lovers feels the exact same way," she finished with a smile.

The look on Cara's face was priceless. "What do you mean, 'other lovers?'" she asked. Her pulse had definitely kicked up a notch or two.

Taking her time, Sam sipped her drink before answering. "I mean exactly that. But before I say any more, I need to know that I can trust you to keep a secret. Can you do that?"

"As long as he's not a psychopath who drinks the blood of young virgins, I promise to keep whatever you say between us," Cara joked.

Sam hesitated before speaking, only for a moment. This felt like a crucial point in time, and she needed to say the right words in the right order to maintain control of the discussion. "Carson is my husband. But, I'm his third wife. He's married to twin sisters also, Mara and Mila."

"That doesn't seem like much of a secret. It's legal these days, with all those poor men unable to father children."

"That's not the secret part. Carson has three wives, but we're only part of the pool of lovers that he maintains."

Cara looked at her in shock, apparently thinking she was joking. Laughing, she asked, "Are you telling me that Carson has..what? A harem?"

Sam simply nodded, watching to see how she responded.

When Cara saw that Sam wasn't denying it, but simply waiting with a pleasant smile on her face, her own laughter died off. "You're serious, aren't you? How can you put up with that?"

"Before you get too riled up, you need to understand that every woman in his life is there by choice and knew going in what life would be like. And none of us would trade what we have for anything you could offer."

Brow furrowed in confusion, Cara said, "Are you telling me that Carson has three wives and a couple of mistresses, and they're all satisfied? How is that possible?"

Unable to keep the pride from her voice, Sam replied, "I'm telling you that Carson has three wives that he keeps very satisfied. Then there's his mother-in-law and..."

"He's fucking your mom?" Cara exclaimed in shock. "My sister is sleeping with Carson?"

Sam laughed at her confusion. "No, his other mother-in-law. Helena. She's kind of the head of the harem. She's due to deliver their first child in a couple of months."

"This is unbelievable," replied Cara, her head in her hands. "Is that all?"

"No." Ticking them off on her fingers, she said, "Right now, there's also Elsa, Quinn, and Tilda. They all live at the house with us. Elsa's due any day now. Quinn is due about the same time that Helena is, if I remember correctly. Tilda is the newest addition; she's not due until later this year."

Cara sat back, her vacant stare indicating that her circuits were not firing optimally. Quietly she asked, "Is that all?"

Sam smiled. "That's all the women that live at the house. He fathered a child with a friend of mine several months ago, since her husband was sterile and they didn't want to go through IVF. But she's just a close friend, not part of the Pr...harem." She caught herself before she revealed the existence of the inner circle, Carson's Pride.

Talking out loud to herself, Cara shook her head, muttering, "No one is that good. It's just not possible."

Sam took her aunt's hand and gently asked, "Can I ask you something?"

Cara turned her eyes towards her niece, almost afraid of what would come out of her mouth next. She swallowed, wide-eyed, and nodded.

"Did you...feel...anything when Carson touched you earlier?"

Cara blustered at the perceived accusation. "I would never touch your husband like that! How could you suggest such a thing?"

Sam looked at her in confusion before she realized that her aunt had completely misinterpreted her question. She laughed and said, "That's not what I meant. Carson wouldn't have allowed that to happen anyway. No, what I was asking was more internally. I don't know how to ask, other than to ask if you felt a tingling sensation or anything when he touched you?"

Cara simply stared at the younger woman in shock. How could she know that? She nodded her head, tentatively, and said, "I don't know how you could know that, but, yes, I felt all kinds of things whenever we made contact. I'm so sorry, Sam. Please don't hate me. I couldn't help it!"

Smiling big, Sam said, "You still don't understand. You can touch Carson as much as you want. I want you to touch him. I want you to feel the way I feel in his arms, or maybe even better. And, I know from what Mom has said, that your marriage is not in a good place right now. So, I'm going to ask you this one question, and I want you to think about it hard. If you knew that you had a handsome, intelligent, loving man waiting for you, one who would fill your days and nights with pleasure like you never dreamed of, and who would give you as many babies as you wanted, would you give up the life you have now in trade? Because, and you're just going to have to trust me in this, Carson is that man. If your marriage doesn't have a future, then you should do what is best for you, and give yourself to Carson. I promise you that it will be better than you could possibly imagine." She finished and leaned back to watch as her aunt pondered what she'd just said.

They sat in silence for several minutes, sipping cocktails and listening to the soft music. Sam could tell that Cara was intrigued, but also wrestling with feelings of guilt. Still, this was a decision that she needed to make. Carson would not be happy if Sam pushed her too hard.

Cara, meanwhile, was thinking about her marriage. There was no doubt that the passion was gone. Stephen tried to please her, but he was so limited in the things he could do. He apologized frequently, to the point that now Cara actually resented his apology. She was sexually frustrated, but this was their reality, and she didn't need to hear any more apologies. Losing most of the physical side of their relationship, coupled with the inability to have children, had been a huge pill to swallow. It shifted so much of the focus to the non-physical parts of their relationship, and the truth was, they weren't all that great together. It was often difficult for them to spend time together in public, and Stephen's complex about how people viewed him after his accident had soured him on attending parties and such. He insisted that she go out with friends, had even occasionally hinted that, if she were discrete, he would look the other way if she found 'other' companionship. It was an offer she'd steadfastly refused to accept, feeling guilty about taking pleasure from a lover while married to a man who was trapped forever in a damaged body.

After Sam's speech, however, she was forced to accept that the end was nigh, and it had been drawing nearer for quite a while. Their fights had become more frequent, and Stephen was drinking heavily. Feeling guilty for thinking it, Cara realized that she'd secretly begun to wonder if he was trying to kill himself, or their marriage.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, Cara said, "You've given me a lot to think about. Do you mind if we call it a night? I think I'd like to spend some time with my husband to see if I can find the answer to your question."

"Of course," answered Sam.

They drove in silence to the Lion's Den. Sam realized that Cara had never visited them before, and she eagerly anticipated her reaction to the estate. Pulling up to the gates, the guard greeted them. Sam leaned over and said, "Hey, Derek. This is my Aunt Cara. She's just dropping me off after dinner."

"Good evening, Ma'am. A pleasure to meet you, Aunt Cara." He stepped back as the gate posts retracted into the roadway.

They followed the winding drive the short way up the hill. As they entered the clearing where the house sat among the trees, Cara looked at Sam in wonder. "You live here?"

Sam nodded to her. "Carson has a lot of resources, and money is just part of it." She took Cara's hand and softly said, "This could be your home, too. But only if you want it. No matter what, we love you, and if you need anything, you call us. Okay? I don't care about the cost, or if it's late at night, or whatever. We will take care of you." She leaned forward to hug her aunt tightly.

Cara's resistance to the idea almost crumpled in that moment. A tear came unbidden to her eye, which she hastily wiped away. "Thank you so much, Samantha. I don't know what to say, but I appreciate the offer. And I'll be thinking about what we talked about earlier. How soon do you need to know?"

Sam laid a hand on her arm. "You have as long as it takes. If you never leave Uncle Stephen, we wouldn't begrudge you a thing. But if you do, if the time becomes right, we'll welcome you with open arms."

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

"Sure," Sam replied.

"How do you handle the jealousy? I mean, Carson has seven women living with him, vying for his attention, right? How do you keep from tearing each other's hair out? Why would you even want me here?"

Sam thought about how to respond. "I don't know if it will make sense to you or not. What I can say is this: When Carson is with you, he's with you. You're the only one that matters. It's like he fills you up so much with love that it tides you over until the next time you're together. And it feels so good, you're happy that he can make the other women feel that good too.

"As for why we'd want you here, it's part of that secret I was telling you about. We believe that Carson is a special man, and we think that the world would be a better place if there were more men like him. Simply put, we want him to have a bunch of children. We only have so many wombs between us, and we want more. I know that sounds strange, and it's an idea that will take some getting used to. But maybe you could visit us for a few days and see what it's like around the house. You'll understand better then." She laid her hand on Cara's arm. "All I ask is that you keep an open mind until you see what I'm talking about."

Cara shook her head. "On the one hand, it all sounds so strange. But on the other? I can't deny that there was something about Carson that I can't explain. I'd have to be intentionally obtuse not to recognize the possibility that it's all real. I just need to get my mind around it. I'll call you in a few days and we'll talk about what's next, okay?"

The women hugged once more, before Sam went into the house and Cara headed for home.

Thoughts about her aunt and her possible inclusion in the Pride had Sam in an excited state, and she could barely contain herself as she approached Carson's bedroom. Between the schism they'd bridged prior to deciding on pursuing Cara, and the normal rotation of Lionesses, she hadn't experienced the full range of her husband's talents in several weeks. The anticipation had her on the edge, even without any help from him.

Rounding the corner to his room, she was pleased to find him relaxing in his favorite recliner, wearing loose shorts and a tank top, which allowed her to admire his powerful physique, while simultaneously covering all the really interesting parts. She flushed anew when he saw her and broke out into a huge grin. Then her eyes widened in shock, when she suddenly had an image in her mind of her aunt riding Carson hard. In the vision, Cara was alternately moaning at the pleasure and gasping out her thanks over and over, for Sam's sharing of her husband.

"From the look on your face, I'd guess that answers that question," Carson stated with a smile as he rose to greet her.

"Wha...what was that?" she asked in awe.

He stood close behind her, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. Kneading them, his fingers tweaking her suddenly-tight nipples, he huskily murmured in her ear: "Your aunt is a dirty, dirty girl. And that image was something I pulled out of her head earlier. I wanted to see if I could project a thought into someone's mind. I'd say that worked quite well, wouldn't you?"

"That's amazing! Did you see anything else?" she asked.

"Actually," he said, "Reading her thoughts was a little different from other women." He proceeded to describe the spaceship setting and the rapid-fire images of carnal pleasures flashing across the screen.

Hearing the nonchalance in his voice as he casually described reading another person's thoughts was a never-ending source of amusement for Sam. Truthfully, she found his abilities to be a powerful aphrodisiac; if she'd had his abilities, she thought she'd probably do nothing but listen in on the thoughts of others as often as possible. In her fascination, she asked him to show her more of what he'd seen.

He looked thoughtful, and then a big grin split his face. "Let's see how you feel about this one." Seconds later, Sam found herself watching from her back as Carson vigorously fucked Cara from behind. Surprisingly, her aunt's face was buried in Sam's pussy. Amazingly, the image seemed so real that she could almost feel her aunt's tongue as it teased her clit; she gasped aloud at the sensation.

"Mmmm, yeah," she groaned. Her body was on fire from the feel of his hands roaming her body, his thick cock nestled in the cleft of her ass. Still, she'd be lying if she said the images that he'd shown her didn't have something to do with her current state. Sam had been tempted to experiment with a woman before, but never seriously pursued it. There was something about the idea of sharing a woman with Carson, though, that really worked for her. That it was her aunt, the act of which would be breaking a social taboo, made it even hotter. Previously, she'd been wondering if she could simply watch as Carson took Cara; now, she was hoping to join in as he did so. In combination with Carson's physical stimulation, the thought caused her body to tremble through a minor orgasm.

As it wound down, Sam spun to kiss her husband deeply before saying, "Lay down, baby."

Recognizing the state she was in, Carson doffed his clothing and stretched out on his back. Sam felt a fresh wave of arousal at seeing the thick cock sprouting from his crotch. She quickly stripped before joining him on the bed.

They'd long since figured out the connection between ingesting Carson's pre-cum or semen, and his ability to essentially control a woman's sexual responses to him. Thus, it had become standard practice for any of his Lionesses to quickly suck him off to establish the connection before proceeding. With his non-existent recovery period and, for all intents and purposes, limitless supply of cum, it was no burden for Carson, even if he didn't really get much out of it. He enjoyed being able to pleasure a woman for hours at a time, though, so he was happy to help them achieve that state.

Interestingly, they'd experimented with other delivery systems. Sam had arranged to have portions of his semen frozen, freeze-dried, formed into tablets, and even preserved in a liquid form. The idea was to have a fast and easy way of establishing a connection with a woman. Thus far, it seemed that the woman needed to be in physical contact with Carson for the initial connection to be made; by far, the strongest connection was made if the dose from fresh from the source, so to speak. Liquid doses previously stored, were the next best, followed by freezing. Sadly, in Sam's mind, freeze-drying, with or without subsequent tableting, seemed to destroy whatever the catalyst was. She'd had designs on creating a tool that would better allow her husband to seduce women, since it was unlikely a woman was going to voluntarily take a shot of his cum out of the blue like that.

Two other things they'd determined. First, the more exposure a woman had to his cum or, more accurately, the more oral doses she took, the less she experienced the catatonic dream-like state. The tradeoff, apparently, was that his control was stronger and lasted longer. It seemed to take five doses, separated by an indeterminate period of time lasting longer than a few hours, for the maximum effect to be felt. Once that stage was reached, however, Carson could drive a woman through literally dozens of orgasms, if he chose to do so. Or, alternately, he could keep a woman on the edge of orgasm for hours without quite tipping her over the edge; when he finally relented, every woman who'd experienced it had passed out from the intensity of the release that seized her body.

The second thing they'd figured out was that every woman who tasted his semen, even in relatively dilute concentrations like his pre-cum, wanted his baby in her belly by the time he finished fucking her. That was something they figured out after a few times at project social clubs when one of his partners for the evening didn't conceive as a result of their time together. It was highly likely he would impregnate an ovulating woman if he was with her, but it was still a biological process that wasn't guaranteed. They'd discovered that, if pregnancy did not happen, the woman would invariably seek him out at the club, the relief at finding him apparent on her face. She'd beg him to finish the job, sometimes offering him money or promising him further sexual favors. One woman brought along her younger sister, promising she'd be his slave for a week after the woman was pregnant.