Dream Girl

"Your husband feels really good inside me," she says. Her tone is not teasing or challenging; she's just talking as if telling a friend about a good movie.

"I know," Dawn replies. I can tell she's aroused; her nipples are easy to find though she still has her shirt on, and she's squirming as I've seen her do when she's horny, but her face looks conflicted still.

I move one of my hands off Vesper and over to Dawn's waist. I pull her closer and undo the button on the top of her pants at the same time. As my fingers curl under her pants, I feel heat from her crotch. Vesper quickly follows my lead, gripping Dawn's collar and pulling her head down as she rises from against my chest. Dawn looks a little alarmed when Vesper moves.

"I...I was just-" she says but is cut off when Vesper kisses her hard and deep.

They pull back after a moment and Vesper says, "I know baby. I was there, I felt it. What kind of an ass would I be if I didn't thank you?"

She returns to kissing. By then I've gotten Dawns' pants loose. They're stretchy, but tight enough I can't move them down past her hips without help, and my wife seems reluctant to give that help. Instead I mangle my hand sliding a finger down past her pants and panties so I can rub the very top of her slit. I'm barely making contact with her clit, but it's enough to make her squirm.

She pulls back from her kiss with Vesper. "But you two have to-"

Vesper cuts Dawn off again, this time with a finger to her lips. She looks at me with a raised eyebrow, her gaze briefly scanning over Dawn's body. I nod.

Both of us basically attack my wife. We uncouple physically and work as a team, Vesper pushing her back as she removes Dawn's shirt, which frees up her legs. I move quickly and have her pants down around her knees before she realizes it. Despite whatever protest she was about to make, juice glistens all around her lips and thighs.

I pull off one of Dawn's pant legs around her twisting feet. She has on athletic socks and sneakers, but I perversely think the look is arousing, so I don't move to take them off. It takes some doing to get the pants around the shoes, but I make it happen. By the time I'm done, Vesper is attacking my wife's neck, kissing and nipping at it similar to how I do it, though her approach seems more quick and playful.

Then she shocks me a bit. When she feels Dawn's leg hit the bed, she moves her own and hooks Dawn's knee with her own. She then forces my wife's leg up over her leg, opening her up and making her pussy fully visible. She does the same thing with Dawn's other leg after I free that, spreading my wife open wide. Her own pussy is a few inches above Dawn's, and her arched position thrusts her ass in the air. A dark, crinkled hole is visible to me without trying, and faint rivulets of old stretch marks cover Vesper's ass cheeks. Rather than detract from the view, I find them exotic.

As I move up toward them, not really sure what I plan to do with the feast in front of me, Vesper decides for me. She grabs my cock and guides it toward her own pussy. I'm confused for a moment, but I'm still enough of a basic man that the idea of new pussy is intoxicating, so I go with it. I sink into her again, the new angle making it feel slightly different. However, Vesper doesn't let me go to sink into her. She holds the base of my cock and guides my very shallow thrusting.

"Your husband's inside me again Dawn," Vesper says in a soft, almost motherly tone. She lets me thrust and I hear both of their breathing. I can vaguely see Vesper is toying with Dawn's breast too.

"This is what you're worried about, isn't it?" Vesper says, "You'll be trapped, watching your husband take me, and forget about you? I get everything you had, and you can't do anything about it?"

I start slowing. I'm not totally sure where Vesper's going, but I don't want to torture my wife. Then she pushes back with her hand, pushing me out of her sex. I start to move but she grips harder, obviously wanting me to stay. I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Isn't that what you told me? We have to figure out how this works since there's such a strong link between me and Aiden?" Vesper asks.

"Yes," I hear Dawn say quietly, and I can tell she's on the verge of tears. I start to move again and Vesper grips. She briefly glances back and I see a pleading expression. She wants some trust. I give her a little more.

"You lied to me Dawn," Vesper says, "You said we needed to figure it out, but you already had it figured, didn't you? You think Aiden and I are going to run away together and leave you twisting in the breeze, don't you? You're so sure we're meant to be together you've already started pulling away."

I don't hear an answer from Dawn, but I can believe what Vesper's saying based on how my wife behaved the last couple of weeks.

Then Vesper pulls me forward again, but she's angled my cock down. I smirk as I realize her game finally. I move her hand away, line myself up and with one long, insistent stroke, slide my cock into my wife. I hear the gasp.

"Well that's not what's happening here missy," Vesper says, "You told me you need us to figure this out so you can have a baby. I don't quite get that and you're going to explain it later. But I know you don't get a baby if you don't get fucked. I also know you've been running this show for too long. So here's what's going to happen now. Your husband is going to fuck you. He's going to pound your little pussy and fill it up with baby juice. Then you're going to settle back into him and he's going to hold you while I explore your whole body with my mouth. It's been years since I made love to a woman, and I want to explore you. Then when he gets hard again from watching that, you're going to mount him, and I'm going to return the favor you did me a minute ago. And you're going to stay on top of him, riding him and cumming, until he fills you up again."

For dramatic effect and just because I was feeling it, I started fucking Dawn faster and faster as Vesper talked. She had to raise her voice over Dawn's moans by the end of her little speech. I move too fast to feel the nuances but I'm pretty sure I feel Dawn's pussy spasm partway through and she comes. Vesper starts sucking Dawn's nipples and playing with her breasts again after she finishes and leaves Dawn keening as I continue pounding her. That also means her ass backs up into me, and my stomach hits it on every thrust. The feel of my wife's pussy and my body slamming into two hot women at the same time as I fuck one of them is too much and I finally unloaded inside of Dawn.

Vesper feels me stop and she hops off to let me see Dawn finally. Tears streak down her face and her hair is a mess, but she looks so beautiful to me. I fall down on her and we kiss like we'd been apart for weeks.

"I'm not going anywhere little goddess," I said to her after a while.

"I know," she said.

We kiss some more. A hand rubs along my back and it takes me a moment to realize it isn't Dawn's. I look over and see Vesper's face streaked with tears too. I reach out a hand and hold hers. Dawn does the same. We stay held together like that briefly, then Dawn pushes me off her. I'm a bit confused, and so is Vesper. Dawn looks between us.

"What?" she asks, "I believe you promised me something a minute ago missy, and it sounded really good. So I expect you to make good on it."

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Dawn

I immediately begin to see the benefit of having another woman around to share our bed.

Vesper made good on her promise, and of course my husband wasn't about to complain. Vesper had barely gotten past my breasts with her oral tour of my body before I felt Aiden's cock harden against my back. By the time Vesper drove me crazy nipping and licking at my thighs, he had been rock hard. She had flipped me over and guided me down onto his cock as I was cumming again from her amazing tongue, which then explored more forbidden areas.

To this day I don't know what possessed me to lick Vesper's ass. I blame it on getting caught up in the moment; my husband was buried in her sex and obviously fascinated with her breasts. I was desperate not to be left out, and I could only think of one place to go to contribute, so to speak. Ass play always made me nervous. I'd read or heard too many horror stories, and like most girls I have a story about a guy with bad aim or no manners. Vesper very quickly changed my mind that night.

By the time we settled into bed for sleep, I'd lost count of my orgasms. We'd done multiple positions, the finale being me on my hands and knees, Aiden plowing me from behind with my head buried between Vesper's thighs. We all went to bed reeking of sex.

Then I woke up in the middle of the night to pee. I was shocked when Vesper walked into the bathroom in the middle of me going. She bent down to kiss me mid-stream, then helped me wipe and led me back to the bed, where she pushed Aiden over and showed me his mostly hard cock. Half asleep, she guided me onto him again. My wake-up call was Vesper prying my thighs open and licking my slit until I was wet enough for my husband's morning erection to slide into me.

I'm kind of surprised my stomach wasn't bulging from how much cum Aiden shot into me.

The next day was a Saturday and we all kept up the fiction that we were normal people, meeting for the first time, and we hadn't had an all-night threesome. Aiden and I let Vesper tell us all the things we already knew from Crystal's file, but she added more information as well. The most interesting piece of that was that she didn't have a home. Vesper would take a contract in a location, let the company pay for her lodging there, and then would usually find an AirBnB or something similar to stay there until the next job got her to move. She had almost no belongings, and she made enough that she could replace whatever pieces of her wardrobe wouldn't fit in her suitcases as she moved. I was a little appalled at the waste of clothing, but she at least donated whatever she didn't take.

"Here's what I think we should do," Vesper said, "If you two can swing it, stay here for the next three days. We'll...keep going on like this. The project doesn't need direct supervision anymore so I'll be done on-site by the end of next week. If...if you'll have me, I'd like to come visit your home."

We agreed immediately. Then after she gave us a brief tour of a few of Chicago's highlights, we went back to the hotel and I got my first lesson in the benefits of a third partner.

I was far too sore to even think about taking Aiden into me for more fucking. But Vesper was raring to go. Fortunately Aiden was a bit worn out as well, so there was just one session where Aiden took Vesper missionary, I got to play with her boobs, and then Aiden pulled out at the critical moment and slid just far enough into me to make a deposit.

I tried to tell both of them that it didn't matter. All of our spirits were out of sync, up in turmoil because of the newness of the situation. Vesper and Aiden's spirits were similar enough, and fit well enough, that if they truly gave themselves over to pure lovemaking the conditions might have been right. But Vesper admitted she was on the pill, so that rendered the point moot; I am firm in my beliefs, but even I'll concede that in a contest of mystical energy against biochemistry, biochemistry is the safe bet most of the time.

We return to our house a mix of emotions, but they're different emotions. Myself, I'm relieved, nervous, and a little excited. Vesper only said she would drop by for a visit, but I think all three of us knew in the back of our heads she meant to try living with us. I know Aiden's more nervous; this must be moving so fast for him. When we decided to buy a house, he did a month of research before even considering a physical visit to an open house, and now we've agreed to have another woman come by and stay with us for at least a few days, possibly longer, after only spending a few days with her. I know I've pushed him on this from the beginning and between the two of us, Vesper and I are pushing him faster. That he hasn't curled up in a defensive ball, angry at the women ruining his life, is a testament to how much he trusts, believes in, and loves me. Seeing my husband putting on a brave face and trying to be excited convinces me that, on our first night back, he deserves a reward from me.

Some people probably think me naïve; I'd just taken my husband on vacation and treated him to a threesome every night with a beautiful woman, and she said she was willing to come back for more. I'm sure Crystal would tell me all of his reticence and hesitation is gaslighting, while inside he's doing a happy dance about getting to fuck two women with no consequences. To those people I say two things. One, while cynics often feel justified looking at the news, it's not the sum total of the human experience. Two, you don't know Aiden like I do.

I treat him to a massage that night, settling my crystals around him, lighting incense for calming and relaxation, and pick an oil infused with herbs to encourage clear thinking. I also do it naked.

I work on his back for half an hour, then get him to flip over. I spend just as much time there, but after I've massaged away all of the concerns and worries I can, I straddle him and bring my mouth to his cock. The stimulation of my rubbing him, and his view of my naked body, caused the usual reaction from his cock. I take it into my mouth, immediately going as deep as I can, my tongue lapping aggressively at the underside.

The blowjob catches him off guard, but I've been intentionally paying attention to his erogenous zones through the whole massage, so I know he's primed. I feel his organ throbbing in my hand and between my lips after only a few cycles of me inhaling it. Aiden is groaning, possibly only half awake. I feel him shifting, his hips subtly thrusting up at me as the stimulation continues. I finally feel him pushing himself up, but the motion comes just as I push him over the edge and his cock erupts in my mouth.

It's minutes later when he's rubbing my cheek with a tired, relaxed look of love on his face that he says, "You should have taken it inside you."

I grab his hand, smiling at him. "We're not ready yet, baby."

"I thought the whole point of me meeting Vesper was so I could get ready," he says.

"It was. When she gets here, it'll be perfect."

Again, people argue about how much mental attitudes and such influence the body. They also argue that a lot of my beliefs about energies are just dressing up mental discipline and its effect on the body. So for those people, the fact that I firmly believe all three of us have to be present for me to get pregnant is a self-fulfilling prophecy, and I dress all that up with talk of energies and compatibility.

Regardless of what anyone believes, when I open the door and see Vesper standing on the other side with a nervous half-smile, I can barely contain my excitement. I jump into her arms and pull her down for a soul-searing kiss. She responds after only a moment, apparently unconcerned about making out with a married woman on the threshold of her house.

I pull her inside with her luggage after our lips separate. Once her suitcases stop rattling and settle, Vesper pulls me back in for a kiss and she reaches for the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up. I stop her.

"We should-"

She cuts me off with a finger to my mouth. She does that a lot, I've noticed, and it might be the first thing about her that annoys me. She always has a good reason though.

She looks into my eyes and says, "You want a baby, right?"

"Vesper that's not why we invited you here," I insist.

"Yes it is," she says, and before I can protest she adds, "It may not be the only reason. I hope it's not the only reason. But you told me that all the energies had to be right for you to conceive, and that was only going to happen with all three of us, in this house. That's priority number one. I'm a project manager; I'm a slave to the priorities. Now get yourself naked, little lady, and let's get a bun in that oven."

I couldn't help but giggle and then we were like friends playing dress up, at least the part where we pull each other's clothes off. We nearly give my husband a heart attack when we walk around the corner naked, shoulder to shoulder, our hands on each other's hips. We immediately turn toward each other and use our free hands to fondle each other's chests.

"You want to come play, lover?" Vesper says, her voice lower than mine and pitched just right to be the sultry temptress.

He's so dumbfounded and awed by the show we put on that in the end we have to go grab him and drag him to the bedroom. He's naked by the time we get there.

Despite the playfulness of the start, when we're on the bed it's all emotions and intensity. I have deep, loving kisses for my husband and Vesper, and I'm gratified to see and feel them from Vesper to both of us as well. We explored each other's bodies in Chicago, but those were frantic, new lover sexual escapades where all of us just reveled in the newness of different bed partners and new possibilities for positions. Now we get to the business of knowing each other.

Aiden and I lay Vesper down on her back and pull her legs up, each of us starting with our mouths on her feet. We find out she's ticklish, her knees are sensitive, and her thighs are the best way to tease her. While I start lapping around her soaking pussy, Aiden continues up. He gets a slight giggle and a moan from tonguing Vesper's navel, and his tongue spends ages marking ever inch of her mammaries, which I saw from her bra are a 36DD. They're natural, so they fall to the side as she lays down, but Aiden has no problem pushing them together so his mouth doesn't have to travel as far. Oddly, I look at the sight and want to see Aiden thrusting his cock between those mounds, fucking the cleavage. I'm sure Aiden's had the same idea.

By the time he nibbles at Vesper's neck, my tongue has moved south. My fingers pump into her pussy and my thumb is on her clit, but my tongue is teasing her back door, getting the same responses I did in Chicago. Once Aiden figures out how responsive her ass is, I know he'll start thinking about anal sex. He brought it up to me once in bed, and I shut him down without really getting his position on it. I don't actually know how disappointed he was that I nixed it. Maybe Vesper likes it? It's a thought for another time.

After Vesper cums from my fingers and tongue, with Aiden's hands on her breasts, we let her recover and then start on Aiden.

People think men's bodies are simpler than women's, but they have just as many erogenous zones and subtle areas to tease and play with. Most men don't have that kind of patience, though, and they get annoyed more than aroused if you spend too long exploring without giving them some sort of reward.

Vesper and I get away with putting him off for almost half an hour, distracting him with the sensation of our bodies sliding and writhing on top of him. He'd had no less than three threesomes with us in Chicago, but if you ask any guy I know of when they get bored of threesomes, even the experienced polyamorous ones will usually give you a number in the double digits. If nothing else it takes that many times to work through all the basic positions with both girls.

Fortunately for us my husband isn't that cynical. The sheer novelty, the surprising reality that Vesper is a real girl, and the fact that both of us seem to want him and each other keeps him in enough awe for us to play with this body, kissing nipples, tracing abs, fondling his balls, and raking our nails lightly across every inch of his skin we can reach.