Maybe Mia just wanted to play her part as badly as I needed to play mine, but I’d like to think that she could sense the potent need bubbling up beneath the surface and decided to rescue me. She placed her lips against my ear and commenced the kind of verbal hypnosis I’d proved so defenseless against. As David laid claim to my womb, Mia would colonize new territory in my head.
“Oh Kimmy,” she purred, “I meant what I said: I do love you, in my own way. You can tell, can’t you? You can tell because we’re here. I didn’t have to let you fuck your husband. I didn’t have to give you first chance at conceiving. I didn’t have to give a chance at all. But here we are. And now whose cock is fucking you, hmm? Whose bare cock is deep in your hungry little box?”
“David’s … oh, it’s David’s,” I whimpered. Mia responded by taking my nipple between her nails and pinching it hard enough to get my attention. “Aiyy-AAH!”
“Try again,” Mia hissed softly into my ear. “Whose cock is that really, Kim? Who does it belong to?”
“Oh god, it’s yours, it’s yours…” Mia released my nipple, rubbed on it soothingly, and kissed my cheek.
“Good, Kimmy! Much better — there’s my clever girl,” she said. “That’s my cock, and I’m letting you use it tonight … What do you say, dear?”
“Thank you, Mia!” I croaked out.
“There you go. You’re welcome, Kimmy. You’re such a good girl for me, always such a good girl. And I’m rooting for you tonight, I truly am. But you should know … I don’t like your odds.”
Her words were having the desired effect. My arousal was now laser-focused, easily piercing what few defenses my rational brain could still erect. And in that moment it wasn’t part of any kind of game or kink: I knew in my bones that that was Mia’s perfect cock I felt, that tonight was her gift to me … and I was so thoroughly, sincerely, awesomely grateful. This new truth burned itself into my brain and stayed there.
“Yes, Kimmy, focus,” Mia continued. “You’d better make this one count, honey. If you can’t get it done tonight you might never get another chance. Maybe I’ll just take your next turn. And the one after that, and the one after that. David would agree, don’t you think? And so would you. That’s the part I fucking love, Kimmy. You’re the one who’s gonna convince him to skip your next turn, and then you’ll thank me for the privilege of watching him put his baby in me.”
“Oh my god, Mia! Oh my Fuck! David, I want to … oh, Miss Mia, I’m gonna … Oh my God YES!” I completely lost myself, and I loved it. My breathing was ragged and my mouth started babbling nonsense. Physically restrained from every direction, all I could do was hold onto Mia ever more tightly. While David fucked my body and turned me into a quivering mess, Mia was fucking and seeding my mind, in a way that was harder to see but every bit as real.
My legs tensed & shook in David’s grasp as I neared one of the world-flattening climaxes that only Mia could dig out of me. David noticed; he thrust into me harder and faster as he neared his own peak. Mia noticed, too.
“Oh no, Kimmy; oh dear, this is bad … you’re rooting to fail, aren’t you? You like the idea so fucking much. Just think how much you’ll love it when I’m pregnant. Day in and day out, watching my belly swell with David’s child … Mmmm, I think you’ll soak your panties every time you see me, I think you’ll finally know just what y–”
“aaaAAAHHHH FUCK! FUCK!!!” Her monologue was cut off by unconstrained screaming as my orgasm carried me off. The sight before him triggered David’s climax as well — he ground himself into me hard as he filled me up. I could his warmth spreading inside of me, and it was delicious. It was everything I’d wanted, even if only a small piece of me was even aware that it was happening.
Afterwards the three of us collapsed in place; we had neither the physical nor the psychic energy to move from the spot. My bedmates were again so adoring it broke my heart, cooing their words of praise and affection — for one night, I was the center of attention. Mia to my right, David on my left, and me right in the middle, quietly leaking the fruits of their love onto the sheets. To the extent I was still capable of thought, I drifted off to sleep to one simple idea: “this is good, this is good…”
When my next period arrived, right on time, I almost smiled.
*****-***-*****
David released his hug and it brought me back to the present. I looked into his eyes; I’m sure he could see I was restless. “Come on, be with me for a minute,” he said and guided us to lie down on the freshly made bed, facing each other.
We just stayed like that, in silence, for a few minutes. It was peaceful, but my stomach was in knots. We’d talked about this idea of course, but usually in a sexy way, or with Mia around, or as a hypothetical (“if it comes to it…”). Now it was all very real, and standing on our doorstep. If we were going to have a real go/no-go conversation, it would have to be now. David started, god bless him.
“Are you scared?”
“Yes,” I told him.
“Are you excited?”
“You know I am, honey. I’m so fucking turned on it feels like I’m vibrating.”
“Sounds fun,” he said.
“It’s amazing, but I’m just so … helpless. Like there’s this train barreling right down the tracks at me. Or I guess I’m on train. Jesus, I’m the fucking conductor, David.” I gave a chuckle; David joined me in it. He started lazily running his hand up & down my arm.
“I totally get that. But, you know, uh…” He hesitated and looked away. “Ok. That last stop is coming up, last chance to get off the train. Possibly. Is that … what you want? To stop that train?”
I could see the unspoken part written all over his face: please say no. God, it was so obvious he didn’t want to even raise the possibility of backing out. He loved me, he knew there was an obligation here … but one look at him and I knew that he had long since been carried away by my fantasy. When exactly did that happen?
“No,” I said, “somehow that’s not what I want. But I don’t understand it, and think we might be completely insane. I mean … what if I said Yes, I want to wait? What then?”
He hesitated. “Then we wait. Reassess. Of course we do, Kim — you’re my wife.”
“David, I’m one of your wives.” He rushed to disagree, to reassure me, but I cut him off. “Shhh, it’s fine, it’s fine. But tell me this: if I said I wanted to stop for real, to send Mia packing and go back to just being Mr. & Mrs. Russo, could you do it? Could you really give her up?”
This time the pause was long and tortured. To David’s eternal credit, he didn’t lie to me.
“God, Kim: I don’t know. Ok? I’m sorry, but I don’t know. I would try, but … I might still want her. I might need her. Maybe … maybe we really should slow down. I’m worried about you.”
I could see I was putting him through the ringer here. That’s not what I wanted but, looking back, I guess I was glad that one of us was thinking this way. And I was glad that he cared enough not to steamroll me into living up to my promises. I was groping for some way to explain it to him, though I barely understood it myself.
“Look,” I said, “do you remember what you said to me that very first night with Mia? You swore that no one could ever replace me.”
David winced. “And you feel like you’ve been replaced?”
“Yeah, I do a little bit…” I reached out my hand to touch David’s cheek. “… and I fucking love it. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but that’s the truth. I think that’s kind of the whole point –the danger, the denial. I just have to trust you to keep me safe, because I clearly can’t do it for myself. Believe me, if we lost Mia I’d miss her more than you would. ”
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Kim. You’re just brave, that’s all. Braver than I am, I know that. You’re going after what you want, the risks be damned. And how could I ever give up someone like that?”
God but I loved him in that moment. We were almost forehead-to-forehead now, lightly holding and caressing one another. After a short silence I asked, “What do you think is going to happen tonight? Is this it?”
He didn’t need to time to consider his answer. “Honestly? I think Mia’s young and she’ll get pregnant if I look at her funny. Yeah, I think it will happen tonight.” I confronted that possibility anew and David saw my face change. “Does that make you sad?”
“Yeah, maybe a little sad, in a way” I said.
“Just sad?”
“No, not just sad.” I smiled at him as I took his hand and guided it between my legs — I knew what he’d find there. “Does she feel sad?”
“Jesus, Kim! You’re a swamp down there, you dirty girl. Maybe you really are ok with this…”
David kept his hand on my sex and began to rub — gently at first, then gradually building up speed and intensity. The soft, wet schlicking sound I heard was a constant reminder of my embarrassing predicament, which only fueled my lust; soon I was on the road to climax.
“Ooh, honey, I don’t know if Mia would approve of this,” I said, only half joking.
“I can do whatever I want, remember? You’re the one who has rules. And right now I want to watch my first wife squirm.” He got his wish: in no time I was a quivering, mewling heap of flesh. He started pumping two fingers in and out of me, being careful not to bring me too close to the edge.
Instinct took over my whole being as he continued his delicious torture. I swung my leg over him and my hips began a spontaneous, obscene grinding motion, wantonly humping the air. I was desperate to have his cock in me; a million years of evolution were driving me to take his seed before it could be given to my rival. I looked at David and begged with my eyes.
“Oh, did you want to make love?” he asked, pretending it wasn’t obvious.
“Yes! I need it…” A wicked grin spread across David’s face.
“I want to hear you beg first. Convince me you need it; convince me you deserve it.” The old Kim had too much self-respect to debase herself like he was asking. The new Kim had no use for such bullshit and launched into a shameful stream-of-consciousness litany begging him to please, for the love of god, take pity on her.
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