It was a thrill to kiss someone new that I loved. Even through the fog of sleep, I recognized the full, wide lips of Helen as she kissed me. My hand reflexively encircled her back, and when her tongue slipped past my lips, I made no protest. She seemed to want to taste my entire mouth, running her tongue across mine, then into every hidden spot.

After a great deal of time, she pulled back, her slightly dreamy gaze complimenting her features. She was still nude, as were the other women in bed with me. However, Kaila and Charlotte were still asleep, and at some point during the night, Charlotte had moved to the other side of the bed to fully embrace Kaila.

“I wish this wasn’t our last day.” Helen sighed, looking over me at the other two women.

“Is it that day already?” I questioned, thinking over the days. It had been five nights in this bed. This was day six. It took another moment for me to remember that Kaila was working a gig the day after the next, and that we had planned on returning home on day six.

“Aw crap, it is.” I groaned.

“I want to tell you something… before they wake up.” Helen dropped her voice to a whisper. I noticed that it was still fairly dark, with the light of false dawn filtering in.

I leaned closer, and her mouth came close to my ear. She breathed the words softly, and both their content and delivery sent chills through me.

“I thought about it last night… If I am… I want to have our baby.” Her cheek rubbed against mine in a loving gesture. It was intimate and sweet. The thought caused a lump to form in my throat, which I chocked down with a raw swallow.

“I… If you want to.” I nodded, my hand still pressed against her back. As she nuzzled me, she took hold of my free hand and pressed it against the bottom of her ribs. She slid it down, over her belly button, until my hand pressed into her lower stomach, right above where I knew her womb lay.

I gently stroked her skin, imagining our child inside her, the final result of the love we now shared. Her fingers held my hand against her, and she smiled as I touched her there.

“I want to. You’re the only… male… I ever even considered… mating with.” She seemed a bit hesitant about the words she used.

“You mean you’ve never even considered having a baby?” I asked, a bit puzzled and trying to figure out exactly what she was trying to say.

“Charlotte and I have talked about it, but we always thought she would be the one to… get the uh, turkey baster treatment.”

I smiled at the image that formed in my head of Helen and Charlotte in Puritan dress at a thanksgiving dinner.

“And honestly, the idea of some guy whacking off in a cup for us, seemed a little creepy.” She continued, stroking my hand against her. It was a very close feeling, like we were sharing more than just the warmth of my hand and her belly.

“I don’t want to be creepy. If you are pregnant, I want to be there for you.” I affirmed with an earnest gaze. I had meant what I had said in passion the night before.

“The odds… the odds are pretty good I am.” Helen bit her lip gently, and then continued. “Charlotte and I have been on the same schedule for a while. If she’s ovulating, chances are pretty good that I either just did, or am about to.” Helen’s face took on a look of resignation.

“And with the amount of times I… uh… that we…” I tried to think of a tactful way to put it.

“That you shot your sperm in my pussy?” Helen was her usual blunt self, and managed to make herself even more attractive as a result. “Yeah, I got myself pretty well thoroughly fucked.

“Who’s getting fucked now?” Kaila spoke up, rolling free of her and Charlotte’s full body embrace.

“Nobody babe, go back to sleep.” I reassured her, completely fruitlessly, since she immediately sat up. Kaila bore that lovely goofy expression that women sometimes have after a particularly good session of lovemaking. It was nice to be able to look over her nude form, at least the top portion, with her generous breasts and lovely hair streaming down over them.

“Are you two sharing secrets?” Kaila giggled, leaning over so that her body pressed into Helen’s back and her face was close to ours.

I was about to speak, when suddenly Charlotte stood up. Totally naked, she walked to the door with a blank expression on her face. Before any of us could even register what she was doing, she was out of the room, and the door slammed shut behind her.

“Oh shit.” Helen mumbled, pushing herself to the side. Kaila fell back onto her hands, and looked at the door, a confused look on her face.

“What just happened?” Kaila asked, scooting to the side of the bed and standing up. I couldn’t help but look at my wife’s lovely ass as she did so. A momentary thought that I was now in a room with two women, who might be carrying my children inside them, ran through my head.

“Something’s wrong.” Helen advised us, giving me a gentle push, indicating I should get out of bed.

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, rising unsteadily to my feet. Clothes were scattered about the room, and I grabbed at the first piece of underwear I could, before realizing it was Kaila’s. I continued to listen as I searched for my own shorts.

“It’s a woman thing, hon.,” Kaila explained, pulling a shirt over her head. She looked good, clad in a shirt that I recognized as Helen’s “Seaworld” shirt.

“Mind if I use these?” Helen asked from right behind me, holding up a pair of my boxers. I shook my head, finding another pair rapidly, and yanking them over me. I also noted that this morning my customary wood was not quite as rigid as it had been the last few days.

Helen, Kaila, and I quickly finished getting dressed in scraps of clothing that lay on the floor. When we all had finished, we headed towards the door.

“Wait.” Helen stopped me as I began to open the door. She quickly placed a quick kiss on both my lips and Kaila’s. “I realized last night that I love you both.” She breathed as her lips came free of my wife’s.

“Why me?” Kaila asked, her eyes sparkling. “I mean, I barely…”

“For sharing him with me. I know he loves you, and well, the fact that you let him be with me…” Helen spoke rapidly, seeming to want to get this out before we left the room. Kaila and Helen looked at each other. It was a look I knew well. They were having a special, heartfelt “moment.” Loath as I was to end it, I was still worried about other things.

“Maybe we should talk to Charlotte.” I suggested, opening the door. We filed out of the room, the atmosphere thick with nervous anticipation, replacing the feel of love that had previously been present.

In the main room of the cabin we discovered Charlotte, dressed in the same emerald green shirt she had worn the first day, as well as the same pair of pants. She was looking out over the porch, her back to us.

“Charlie?” Kaila asked, stepping into the room ahead of the rest of us.

“I want to go home.” Charlotte said, not turning around, and with a flat emotionless voice. Her accent was totally gone, and it was positively unnerving.

“What’s the matter baby?” Helen asked, her voice concerned. She glanced at me before looking back at her girlfriend. “Is it the thing with me and Brent?”

“No. I want to go home.” Charlotte repeated, that same out of place tone in her voice. It was almost a monotone, devoid of all vestiges of emotion.

“They’re taking us home today, baby…” Helen moved behind Charlotte, laying a hand on her shoulder. Charlotte didn’t even react, maintaining her gaze out the window.

I stood there, feeling out of place, almost like a total outsider. Charlotte’s behavior seemed so very wrong, so bizarre, especially after that passionate kiss that she had shared with me the previous night.

“Charlotte? Why are you crying?” Helen asked, looking at her girlfriend. From my vantage point, I couldn’t see Charlotte’s face, but the look on Helen’s drove home the reality of her words. Charlotte was crying, and trying, very successfully, not to show it.

There was a brief time when no one spoke. Kaila also moved next to Charlotte, placing a comforting hand on her arm. The affection that Kaila and Helen were showing was overwhelming, even from across the room I could feel it radiating outward.

“… not again…” The words from Charlotte’s mouth were very soft, and I felt the urge to ask her to speak up. I bit my tongue, hard, knowing that she needed to be able to take her time.

Helen’s hand stroked up and down along Charlotte’s shoulders. There was a brief shudder along Charlotte’s back, and then with a sob, she fell into Helen’s arms, her body racked by gasps and sobs. She didn’t speak, merely letting out a deep and total sadness. Helen gestured to Kaila, who reached out her hands to pat Charlotte gently on the back. It was a gently, affectionate pat that seemed to steady Charlotte somewhat.

Charlotte’s shudders slackened, and her breath came back to her, as she hugged Helen. She lowered her head, inhaling through a deep, tear-dampened sniffle, and then stood upright, turning to face me.

“It is him.” Charlotte said softly, looking right at me.

“What did I do?” I asked, sure that I had unknowingly done something horrible. “I’m sorry, whatever I…”

“I can’t fall in love with you.” Charlotte pronounced, her features set behind her tear-streaked eyes.

“Baby, it’s ok. I’m not mad if you do.” Helen assured Charlotte, a look of wonder on her face. “I love him.”

“And that’s why we can’t see them anymore.” Charlotte stated, her voice trembling at the last words. Her accent was gone completely now, and I felt closer to Charlotte than ever before. We were seeing her at her most open, her most honest. Even though her words were heartbreaking, I felt more intimate with her than I ever had before.

“What? Charlie! I love you!” Kaila gasped out, her eyes wide and pleading.

“I can’t love you either. It’s… I can’t trust how I feel.” Charlotte looked at my wife, another tear sliding along her cheek.

“Oh no… Don’t do this to us.” Helen shook her head sadly.

“I CAN’T, Helen. You at least should understand why.” Charlotte moved to the small table, sitting down at the seat across from the window. She looked out, her face illuminated in the pale morning light.

“No. I understand that you’ve been hurt before, but this is different.” Helen’s tone became sharp. There was an underlying tone of anger in her voice for some reason.

“How is it different?” Charlotte snapped, her head swiveling to stare directly at Helen. “I’m fucking infatuated. Again! With a GUY! Again! I’m off to get my heart impaled! Again!”

“Charlie, I don’t know what’s gone on in the past…” Kaila calmly began, before Charlotte cut her off.

“I was a slut. Ok? That what you want to hear? Miss Round Heels of Reno, Right here!” Charlotte’s tone was very angry, and totally out of context. The words hung in the air for a time, their presence a poison to the love I still felt.

“I care about you, Charlotte.” I said, trying to break the silence that infected the room.

“But you didn’t say you love me.” Charlotte observed, her eyes back on the window. “And in the past, I would’ve fell for that.” Her tone was icy now, accusatory.

I looked at Kaila, whose eyes were on me, expectant. I glanced to Helen, who bore a similar expression. They wanted me to say it. The wanted me to assure Charlotte of the emotions we had all shared. The emotions I knew in my heart I felt, for all three of these wonderful women.

“I love you, Charlotte.” I spoke confidently, knowing the words for the truth as I spoke them.

“You’re just saying that, because it’s what I want to hear.” Charlotte rejected my words, but there was a slight twinge of uncertainty in her speech.

“No! He’s not, and don’t you dare be a bitch to the one man I actually like!” Helen rebuked her girlfriend.

“I… I’m sorry.” Charlotte spoke quietly, a bit taken aback by her lover’s harsh words.

“He means it.” Kaila broke in, her voice more gentle. “I’ve been with him for years, and he doesn’t throw that one around.”

“I can’t…” Charlotte repeated those same maddening words.

“Why, baby? If you don’t trust yourself, just trust me.” Helen spoke earnestly.

“Yeah right, trust the girl who just got her first taste of cock.” Charlotte sniffled as she finished the comment, like she expected another rebuke.

“Why are you trying to hurt her?” Kaila asked calmly.

“I don’t know.” Charlotte admitted after a moment’s thought. She turned to look back at me, and I could see that soft tears still fell from her eyes.

“What do you need to trust me?” I asked, trying to be there for her. Charlotte needed me to make the effort. She needed me to love her, I thought.

“I need… time.” Charlotte inhaled, with a soft, wet sound. “I need to know this is real. I don’t think I should see you for… for a while.”

Her pronouncement caused a look of anguish to come over both Helen and Kaila’s faces.

“How long?” Helen asked, “Like a couple days?”

“Moah like a yeah.” Charlotte replied, her accent returning and a slight smile forming.

“No fucking way. That’s just stupid.” Kaila spoke up. “I am in love, and I’m not going to ruin it by playing games for a year.”

“Ah’m not playin’ games.” Charlotte objected. “Ah need to know if this is real. Ah’m not jumpin inta bed with him.”

“Nobody said you have to!” I pointed out.

“Six months?” Charlotte adjusted her timeline. “Ah think that if Ah feel the sayme way then…”

“And you’re making it hard for me.” Helen countered. “I really don’t care if you don’t want to see them, but I do, and I’m not going to have you sabotaging it.”

“That’s not fayah!” Charlotte complained. “If yew see them, y’all will stay in that “Ah’m in love” mode.” She made quotation marks with her fingers as she spoke.

“I like it.” Helen shot back. “It’s a hell of a lot better than your, “I fucked a lot of assholes so I’ll just reject the one guy I should give a chance to.” She mimicked Charlotte’s gestures, as she spoke rapidly. I was actually amazed that she got the sentence out in one breath.

“All raht. Ah’ll make yew a deal.” Charlotte said after fighting back a smile. “Two months.”

“That’s still too long.” Helen responded.

“No, it’s not.” Charlotte stated with finality. “In two month’s we’ll all know.”

“I know now!” Helen noted, but Charlotte continued over her.

“In two months, we’ll know. And then we’ll all git togetha an decide where we go from heah…”

The room grew silent as we all mulled over what Charlotte had proposed. It seemed long, far too long. I looked at both Helen and Kaila, seeing the pained expressions on their faces.

“I… can live with that, if it’s what you want.” I said sadly, my eyes on Helen with a regretful expression. Helen looked back at me, biting her lower lip gently, before she nodded in return.

“If it’s what you need, baby, I guess, I mean… This already hurts.” Helen agreed, her eyes watering slightly.

“She’s right about one thing.” Kaila said thoughtfully. “This is happening very fast. A little too fast. Maybe we do need some time to think things over.”

“And I still think its crap.” Helen argued, looking at her girlfriend angrily. “I may still love you, but I want it on the record that I consider this blackmail.”

Things were subdued as we moved apart. The knowledge of our impending departure and the conditions had seemed to drain a great deal of the good feelings out of the room. We packed, a rather joyless affair. Despite the sun outside, there was a palpable chill.

Soon, I found myself ferrying bags out to the bus. There was no conversation, and I found myself looking with longing at Charlotte, at Helen, and even at Kaila. I found them returning the expression, but there was a faintly veiled sadness in their eyes. Even in Charlotte, although the look of pain seemed to grow stronger with every glance she shared.

I took a last look back at the cabin as I dropped Helen’s backpack onto the floor of the van. It had all gone so well, why did it have to end this way? It wasn’t fair. Not after everything we had gone through to come to grips with how we felt. Not after I had truly fallen in love. No, check that. Not after I had expanded my love to the state it should have always have been in.

I felt angry as I walked through the cabin, making certain that the lights were shut off, the oven was silent, and the fireplace was cold. It wasn’t at Charlotte. Well, not completely. I was angry with myself for giving up. I was angry for allowing it to happen. I was angry for letting the greatest opportunity of my life slip away.

After I locked the door behind me, I turned, and looked at my little bus. Three beautiful, desirable women sat within, but I dreaded walking up to it. I wanted to make everything better, to wipe clean the events of this morning and to be once again in that wonderful feeling of completeness, expressed through that perfect kiss.

I spun the key in my fingers, walking around to the front of the bus. I sat heavily in the driver’s seat, and looked over my shoulder. Helen and Charlotte sat next to each other on the rear seat, but there was none of the closeness I had seen before. I looked at the passenger seat, and saw a blank look on Kaila’s face.

“I don’t want to pretend this never happened.” I said, as I started the bus, reversing so that we pointed away from the cabin.

“I’ve been thinking. Charlotte’s right. Things have been happening too fast.” Helen spoke; her eyes on the trees as we pulled away from the cabin, back towards the small road.

“You can’t fix this, honey.” Kaila laid her hand on mine, and the feeling of connection was suddenly there again.

“But I don’t want to lose this.” I said softly, looking into the mirror at Helen, to find her eyes staring right back at me. “I don’t want to lose you, Helen.”

“You haven’t.” Helen said, her voice steady. “I just don’t want you to forget.”

The small road ended, and we turned onto Highway One, heading up the coast. The ocean was a beautiful sight, with soft white foam splashing against the rocks.

“Charlie?” Kaila turned in her seat, looking back at Charlotte, who merely stared out the window. She made no response to my wife’s question.

“I want you in my life. I never said you had to be with Brent. If you just want to be with me, that’s ok too.” Kaila seemed to be far away her thoughts leaking from her mouth. “I just feel like there’s something there. Something that you’re not telling us.”

There was only the sound of the bus as we continued up the road. I kept feeling emotions run through me, like I was somehow connected to all of the women in the car. I felt regret, but also love. But over it all, a final blanket, I felt fear. A covering that seemed to draw the life out of all the other good emotions.

“I was in a threesome with a married couple once.” Charlotte spoke, breaking her silence. “It was before I met Helen.” Her voice was calm, unaccented, but there was an element of confession. “They both said they loved me. They both fucked me.”

Charlotte grew quieter as she spoke, the confidence of her speech fading as she continued.

“Then they both got jealous. She thought I was fucking him too much, and he thought I was going to run off with her.” Charlotte sighed. “They don’t work. Somebody always gets hurt.”

“What don’t work?” Helen asked, her hand touching her lover on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Multiple relationships.” Charlotte explained. “Somebody always gets jealous.”

“I don’t know.” Kaila said, a small smile on her face. “I think we all felt something last night.”

“Sure, they all start loving and sharing. It’s when we all get pissed off because somebody’s fucking somebody else when we’d rather be fucking them.”

“That’s easy enough to solve.” Kaila grinned, looking back. “We just have to be adults and share.”

“It’s NOT that simple.” Charlotte gawked, her features turning red with a bit of embarrassment.

“Well, you got your speech about why they don’t work.” Kaila replied, “So now I get to tell my love why she’s better than that. You’re right. They don’t work for people who don’t make them work.”

Kaila seemed happier, a font of hope spilling from her lips as she continued.

“So, one night you want Helen all to yourself, and you get to her room and find her and Brent playing hide the salami. You have three options. One, get pissed off. Two, ask if you can cut in. Or three, recognize that you can’t always have things totally your way.”

“You make it sound like ahm bein a little kid.” Charlotte said, glancing at Helen with a smile.

“No, just not thinking. You love Helen. You love me. And you know that Brent loves you.” Kaila looked at me, let a small kiss cross her lips and then looked back.

“Yes. I know he does.” Charlotte said with a nod. “I just… I don’t know how I feel about him.”

“Can I just butt my opinion in here, and state for the record that I am totally stuck on Brent?” Helen raised her hand, and looked at me in the rear-view mirror. Her comment sent a flood of hope back through me. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

“I want to see you again, Kay.” Charlotte said, tracing her fingers along the edge of the seat. “But I still think we need to wait.”

“Can we write?” I asked suddenly. “Ok, fine, you want to wait to see us, but can we at least call? Talk? Email?”

“It would be better than nothing.” Helen nodded, reaching for her back. She quickly removed a small notebook and pen, and began to scribble furiously. She handed the book to Charlotte, who after seeing what was written, smiled and wrote something as well.

The book was then passed to Kaila, who tore off a page, then wrote. I glanced to my right, and saw that she was writing down our phone number, our address, and our respective email addresses. She then handed the book back to Helen, who eagerly took it and returned it to her bag.

The feeling of fear seemed to lessen as we continued north. We stopped for a quick bite to eat when we hit Santa Cruz, and over the meal, the good atmosphere of companionship returned. The winks, the nods, the smiles. I began to hope again as we piled back into the bus and pulled back onto the highway.

The rolling hills that marked the route to San Francisco dashed past us in what seemed like an instant, and I began to dread our impending arrival. I almost couldn’t imagine not having Charlotte and Helen with us. It was trite, it was cliché, but it was true. They were the missing piece in Kaila and my life. A piece neither of us had known was absent.

The freeway gave way to the steep hills and crowded city blocks that led into the heart of the city. We followed Charlotte’s directions, eventually leading us to a small apartment building that fit in with the rest of the steep heavily crowded block. It was impossible to find a parking spot, so I simply engaged the emergency brake.

Charlotte opened the rear sliding door and hopped down. She walked to the passenger window, as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, just in time for Helen’s lips to plant a solid kiss on me. There was love in that kiss, and I could sense that she was trying to give me a memory. Trying also to make one for herself.

As we finished, I saw Charlotte, leaning in the window and providing Kaila with the same treatment.

“I’ll see you later.” Helen smiled at me, and with a final pat, stepped out of the car, looking at me fondly. “I mean that.”

She slid the door shut, and embraced Charlotte, the two of them walking onto the sidewalk. A loud honk from behind our car caused me to start the bus moving again, and soon, we were down along the block, and they were lost from sight.

I looked over at Kaila, who sat beside me, looking out the window with a thoughtful expression. There was sadness in her eyes, and I felt it too.

“I really did love her.” Kaila said softly.

“Charlotte?” I asked, trying to be supportive.

“Does it really matter? I know that you were really into them.” Kaila reached over to pat my hand again. “I guess we just wait and see.”

I wrote a lot of emails for two months. Kaila did as well. We talked constantly, our hopes for what would happen. It was even more wonderful when Kaila missed her period. A pregnancy test, and then a doctor’s visit confirmed it.

Our fantasies continued to grow, every night as we made love. Yes, every night. Kaila seemed to have a new desire that had been kindled, and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. She continued to talk dirty, bringing up Helen and Charlotte, keeping them in our thoughts, and in our shared bed.

We bought a California King sized bed.

And then, fifty days after we had parted ways, I got an e-mail from Helen. She had written that she needed to see me, and she added a PS announcing another wonderful, but also slightly frightening piece of news. She had missed her period. She had taken a test. There was no way that I wasn’t the father.

I immediately told Kaila, who simply replied with a knowing and happy smile. She had already made the arrangements with Charlotte to meet that night. There was something in her manner that suggested more, but I decided to let that go.

So she left our apartment, and drove down to pick up the other two women, alone. I stayed behind, and put every last trick I had learned in the kitchen to use. I tried everything I could to make the place romantic. I lit candles, I dimmed the lights, and I even splurged on some flowers. And finally, I hunted down a Cinderella cd.

So when the door finally opened, and three beautiful women walked in, my heart soared. My lovely wife Kaila was first, her arm around Charlotte. Kaila wore a knee length blue skirt, and a tan top that she used for less formal gigs, while Charlotte was decked out in the same garb that I had first seen her in. Complete with the hat.

Directly behind them, Helen moved up. She looked lovely, and my eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts. They seemed larger than I had recalled, jutting out from the black t-shirt that she wore over her blue jeans. There was a soft glow to her features as she saw me standing by the table, and she crossed the room in a few rapid steps, her arms wide. I caught her up in an embrace as her lips met mine, and her tongue slid into my mouth. Her hands gripped my ass as she kissed me, her soft body pressed against mine.

“Mine…” She growled against my lips hungrily, before diving back into another kiss.

“So, what are we havin foah dinnah?” Charlotte’s familiar faux accent sliced through the air, causing Helen and I to break our contact.

“Brent is cooking up some of his chicken salad.” Kaila announced, closing the door. “Which I assume is ready?”

I nodded, gesturing to the set table as the sounds of “Heartbreak Station” floated through the apartment.

“You remembered.” Helen chuckled, moving to sit down at the table. We all took places, as I gestured to the filled Champagne glasses, which Kaila had suggested.

“Uh, no alcohol.” Helen shook her head, patting her stomach.

“It’s cider. No alcohol.” Kaila snickered. “Remember, I’ve got to think about that too.”

“Well, uh, before we make a toast, Helen an Ah have something to tell y’all.” Charlotte said, aborting my motion towards the glass.

“Yes?” I said, a feeling of dread creeping over me.

“Well, uh… Ahm pregnant.” Charlotte said, looking at me pointedly.

“But we never…” I thought back. No, I was certain that I had never done the deed with Charlotte. “We never did it.”

“Yeah, but you did with Kaila. And with Helen.” Charlotte nodded, with a resigned expression. “And I… was with both of them.”

I nodded, not quite certain how…

“So what happened is that some of you was left in them. Just enough to make a little… us.” Charlotte ran her hand along her stomach in amplification. “Right here.”

A sudden image flashed in my mind of both Helen and Kaila’s pussies, both of them filled with my sperm. Charlotte’s nude, bald pussy pressing there, the juices flowing, mixing. My sperm in her body, making a baby.

What I was thinking showed, as my face turned a bright, nearly burnished red. I had knocked her up without ever fucking her.

“So, Helen and Ah decided that there’s no way ahm gonna to penance foah a sin Ah didn’t even get the chance to commit.”

I goggle as Charlotte reached across the table to give my hand a friendly pat.

“I think that we’re about ready fro that toast now.” Helen laughed, raising her glass.

I smiled as well, looking about the table at the three beatific faces. The thin glass was light in my hand, and I raised it, momentarily locking gazes with each of the women sitting around the table.

There were no words, just a soft clink of glasses and then we each sipped at the amber liquid. A tart, pleasing taste that was amplified by the gravity of the moment. A moment fully and totally shared between the four of us.

Conversation during the meal was sparse. Every glance seemed to be a flirtation, filled with subtext. Even blunt and straightforward Helen joined in, enjoying the license afforded by us to be flirty and seductive. I felt a foot brush my calf several times during the meal, which despite my extensive preparation took a back seat to the emotional byplay.

“I was scared.” Charlotte suddenly broke out, dropping her fork.

“I know that.” Kaila answered, her face forgiving.

“I felt lahk it was gonna end.” Charlotte glanced at me, before returning her gaze to Kaila. “I didn’t want it to.”

“Jesus, Charlotte, will you just fuck him and get it over with?” Helen cut in, pushing back from her plate.

My face blushed red as Charlotte looked at me directly, her eyes roaming over me like a side of beef. She smirked, a look of lust crossing her features. She stood, taking my wife’s hand in her own as she did so.

“Perhaps you wouldn’t mahnd showin me yoah bedroom?” Charlotte smiled at my wife, who rose to her feet eagerly. They stepped away from the table, heading down the small hall that led towards the rest of the apartment.

“So, are we going?” Helen asked, quickly standing and moving around behind me.

I couldn’t stand up fast enough, as Helen placed her hand at the small of my back and urged me to follow the others. The light beige carpet of the hall under my feet, I hurried after Charlotte and Kaila, Helen at my elbow. For a moment, her hand slid down, giving my ass a playful squeeze. The next thing I knew, I had entered my bedroom, to find Charlotte and Kaila, kissing passionately, with their hands moving against each other as they stood in the middle of the room.

The gentle sounds of kisses filled my ears, as I looked at our new bed, and reflected that it might be a slight crowded, but very interesting night.

“You ready to die of sex overdose?” Helen snickered at my shoulder. She stood behind me, and her hands came up to gently run along my chest, over my shirt. She made full contact, her breath warm against my ear. I looked at the others, my attention drawn to my wife’s hands as the gently began to slide down Charlotte’s jeans.

Helen’s fingers dropped to my side and tickled, causing me to jump with surprise. My motion drew the attention of the other two women, who paused their actions to look at me.

“Ticklish?” Helen asked, a slight hint of menace and amusement in her voice.

“uh… No.” I lied, trying to keep a straight face as her fingers again teased at the sensitive spot.

“Oh yes, he is!” Kaila grinned, as she let go of Charlotte.

“Don’t you dare.” I chucked, my composure starting to crack as Helen continued to torment me.

“Ah’ve got an Idea…” Charlotte snickered, advancing on me at the same time as my wife.

“Oh no… No… OH GOD NO!” I begged as the women descended on me. Their fingers stroked, causing my voice to explode in a high-pitched, desperate laugh, as six hands began to poke and tease at my sensitive spots. I don’t think I was actually ticklish at half the spots they got to, but it was enough to cause me to lose my breath with laughter, followed by my balance.

I found myself on my back on the bed, subjected to the three women’s merciless assault. I couldn’t stop laughing, every touch seemed to be wired directly to my lungs. I felt my shirt yanked upward, intensifying the stimulation as the maddening fingers touched my bare skin.

“Stop!” I gasped out between sobs of laughter. “Ok, you win! I’m ticklish!”

Of course they didn’t stop, and the sound of female laughter filled my ears as I twisted on the bed, trying to find some relief from the attention. It was futile, as I felt my self stiffen at the collective attention, and the fires of desire within me being stoked by the actions of the women.

“You want us to stop?” Kaila asked me as yet another squeal of laughter escaped my lips.

“Please!” I gasped out, convulsing again.

The teasing slowed, and then stopped. I barely caught my breath before I felt Charlotte’s soft lips on mine, kissing me deeply. There was deep and fueled passion in her touch, and I felt her hands run over my bare, still slightly spasming chest.

“I wahnt you.” Charlotte said softly, her hands roaming over me.

Charlotte’s touches were not the only ones present. My shirt was pulled roughly over my head, while another pair of hands I recognized as my wife’s unfastened my pants. I felt carried away by the women, allowing them to slip my clothing from my body with soft rustles of fabric, mixed with hot and heavy breaths.

I lay there naked, the soft contact of hands all over me. I was extremely rigid, and shivered with pleasure at every passing touch. I looked into lovely faces, seein more and more skin revealed with each passing moment.

Soft kisses between the women, lips meeting mine. It was not a case of me being with any particular woman. I was with all three of them, and each of them was a willing and eager participant.

I feasted upon the nude forms with my sight. My eyes took in the feminine swells of breasts, the soft skin, and on all three women, a soft bump on the lower stomach.

My hands stroked back, feeling the warm flesh. My fingers fount the taut flesh of erect nipples, the brush of hair, and the gliding sensation of lubrication. That last was intoxicating, as Helen lay beside me, using my hand to gently rub at her damp pussy.

“I love it when you touch me.” Helen breathed, as Kaila snuggled against me on the opposite side. She too guided my fingers over her skin, leading me inexorably to that final juncture between her legs.

My fingers delved in and out of the two women on either side of me, my face rotating back and forth for soft kisses. I was being allowed inside them both and that trust shook me, causing my hard cock to lurch.

It was then that I looked up to find Charlotte crawling onto me. She did not hurry, her naked body sliding over me, dragging over my chest.

“Ah’ve been waitin foah this foah months…” Charlotte purred, as her thighs came down on either side of my hips. Her damp pussy left a warm trail of her moisture along my cock, a lovely preview of what I had waited so long for. Charlotte’s fingers moved me into position, and Helen’s lips came on mine. Three pussies were now warm and soft against me. I let out a groan as I felt Charlotte’s body opening around my cock, taking me inside her.

“Oh god…” I gasped, as Charlotte’s pussy slid down my shaft, soaking me in her juice.

“God… It’s been so damn long since Ah’ve had a good cock…” Charlotte’s voice joined mine in a sexual gasp.

“Oh yeah…” Helen cheered, intensifying the pressure of her fingers against mine, driving my fingers deeper into her clutching pussy.

“You’re in heaven.” Helen whispered against my ear, her tongue slipping along my ear’s ridge.

Mouths on ears, fingers in pussies, and my cock, slipping in and out of Charlotte. I felt lips on mine again, Kaila’s, kissing me into a state of pure bliss.

I felt my wife pull my fingers out of her, and she moved away. I looked at her as she sat up, a wicked smile on her face.

“I want some attention.” Kaila grinned, before scooting up towards the head of the bed. Her thigh slipped over my head, and her blonde pussy dominated my view, with it’s tight, glistening lips. Slowly, she lowered herself down on my face, my lips eagerly moving to run along her pussy. Her sweet taste soaked my tongue as she moved herself in small circles.

I ran my tongue into Kaila, loving the knowledge that I was penetrating three women at once. My cock was pumping into Charlotte, and she was moaning and tilting her hips, bringing as much pleasure as possible to my straining shaft. When Helen began to gently kiss at my chest, I began to shudder with the stimulation.

I felt ripples along my cock, from Charlotte’s pussy. I couldn’t see much, seeing as how I was still playing with Kaila, but I could hear her. I could hear the groans, and the soft sounds of kisses. The ripples and tightening of her pussy grew stronger as her motion atop me became irregular.

“Kiss me…”Charlotte gasped to Kaila, and her moans were stifled by the soft report of a kiss.

I felt myself growing warmer, and the signals of my rising pleasure were expressed in my deeper and more rapid thrusts. Charlotte seemed to recognize this, and pulled my cock free of her, leaving me erect and throbbing.

“Not yet…” Charlotte mumbled, slipping off me, her hand running over my lower stomach. I was momentarily disappointed, before I felt Helen Slip onto me, her pussy pressed against me directly. She slowly slid down until my cock pressed up against her soaked cleft. With a deft motion she had me directly against the entrance to her body, and was soon sliding me into her.

“You’re all wet…” Helen commented, and my now free hands came up to grasp her hips. She was facing away from my face, and I continued to lick and suck at my wife’s pussy as I tried to stay calm. Helen was just as tight as I remembered, her walls clutching me tightly, and her warmth enveloping me totally.

Our fucking was slow, and soft. It was the slowest motion I had ever done with Helen, even that first time. I wondered why she was moving that way, when I felt a tongue gently run over the exposed portion of my cock. I immediately realized that it was Charlotte, as her tongue stroked up and down me, ceasing the contact for a moment, and then returning. When she wasn’t licking me, Helen’s moans got quieter, and her pussy squeezed harder, and I knew that Charlotte was giving attention to both of us at the same time.

Kaila’s fingers nestled against my tongue, moving rapidly as I felt her trembling and shaking. My wife was coming, whether from my tongue or the entire situation, I didn’t care. She was enjoying what was happening to her, to us, and her pussy soaked my face with lubrication as she moaned her way through her peak.

I hadn’t had much of a break, and when Helen too started to shudder, I knew I couldn’t last. As Charlotte began to lick at my balls, I began moaning, holding Helen down on me as I increased the pace of our lovemaking.

“I think you win the prize…” Kaila joked, slipping off me as I thrust again and again into Helen.

“Feels so good…” Helen groaned, leaning back as Kaila moved to kiss her.

That image, of my wife and Helen making out, finally sent me over the edge and I spurted. I felt myself throb with the climax as I shot my sperm deep into my already impregnated love. The orgasm smashed into me hard, a veritable cornucopia of extreme emotion and sensation.

Helen lay back on my, as I jerked within her. My arms were again filled with women, and as I flopped free of Helen, she turned over so that her face was close to the rest of ours.

I traded soft and passionate kisses. Watching them kiss, and joining in. I don’t think it could have got any better, even if Aphrodite herself had given us a blessing.

“I love you.” I gasped out between the wet, liquid kisses. “I love you Kaila… Charlotte… Helen…”

There was a moment. A moment where it all felt right.

“You just are never satisfied.” Kaila’s beautiful eyes sparkled. “You can’t be satisfied with fucking three women and knocking us up.”

“I want to be with all of you.” I confessed.

“Couldn’t be satisfied with hot sex.” Kaila snickered. “No, you have to get all romantic. Flowers, and poetry, who know, maybe jewelry’s next…”

“Jewelry?” Charlotte inquired, her eyebrows lifting in earnest.

“My birth stone’s a sapphire.” Helen announced, planting a kiss on my damp nose.

“Hmm, I’m Emerald.” Kaila grinned, her hand running along Helen’s back.

“Wait a second…” I smiled. “I was just…”

“Oh, I couldn’t go with blue and green for mah weddin…” Charlotte commented, rolling her eyes. “I always wanted to have rose for the color.”

“Wedding? Wait a second you’re not…” I mumbled, my question cut off by a kiss from my first wife.

“Can I at least wear a tux? I really hate dresses.” Helen asked, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t know if they make tuxes with stretch waists.” Charlotte noted.

“Maybe I should…” I tried, before I was cut off again.

“What kind of flowers CAN we agree on?” Kaila asked the other two women.

The women began to discuss, talking back and forth about dresses, food, flowers, indoor versus outdoor. It seemed to take on a life of it’s own. I was in love. I was happy. I was also in wedding hell. A special hell.

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