Part 1

I woke up the next morning before Caroline and my wife. I stayed still, their heads resting on my shoulders. Being naked between my wife and her friend was a strange experience, an intimacy that went beyond sex. Although the scene had a romantic air, Caroline's breasts brushing against my arm made me uncomfortable. Despite having slept with her last night, I didn't feel right without my wife's approval.

As I reflected on all this, I remembered my job and that I would be late. I woke up my wife, who was a homemaker, to prepare breakfast while I showered. She nodded and began to get up. Caroline woke up, checked her phone, and realized she was also running late for work.

"What time is it? Haley, can I use your bathroom? I'm going to be late."

With only one bathroom at home, I thought my wife would refuse, but to my surprise, she suggested Caroline shower with me. I blushed but didn't protest. I went in first, undressed, and stepped into the shower. Caroline joined me shortly after, also undressing. It was awkward showering naked with my wife's friend. She noticed my nervousness.

"Relax, I've done much more than just look, master," she said, with a mischievous smile.

I nervously laughed and continued showering. Then I thought about what she said: she called me "master." That definitely meant my wife had told her about our dynamic, which made me even more uncomfortable. I tried to ignore her while showering, until she asked me to soap her back.

"Could you help me soap my back?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. I didn't know how to react; I hesitated, but ended up giving in and helping her. It was hard not to notice her backside, noticeably larger than my wife's. When I finished, she thanked me:

"Thank you, master," she continued teasing me. I didn't understand what she wanted, but I ignored her, finished showering quickly, and went to the dining room with my wife.

"Hello, darling, breakfast is ready," my wife said with her sweet voice. I sat down and started eating quickly, preferring to avoid talking or thinking about the shower. Caroline came out of the bathroom and sat at the table with us, which made me even more uncomfortable. Having breakfast with my wife in the morning was very intimate for me, and it felt strange with her friend present. Normally, my wife would give me oral sex before going to work as part of our dynamic, although it was clear that wouldn't happen. I was already late for work and it would be awkward with her friend there. I finished eating, got up, kissed my wife goodbye, and went to my car, trying to forget the awkward morning.

But it was impossible to stop thinking about Caroline, about her naked body, her pussy dripping with my semen, and the sight of her buttocks as I helped soap her back. I wondered if accepting that threesome had been a good idea for my marriage.

After work, when I returned home, I was surprised to see Caroline's car outside. What was she doing here? As far as I remembered, she didn't live near us. I entered my house and my wife greeted me as usual, kneeling down and greeting me with a "Welcome home, master." I looked up and saw Caroline watching us from the end of the hallway.

"What is Caroline doing here?" I asked, confused and uncomfortable with her presence.

My wife responded quickly:

"Come, sit down, I'll explain."

She took my hand and led me to the dining table, where dinner was served with a place set for Caroline. I was confused and starting to worry about what my wife had to explain to me. She sat across from me and started talking.

"Master, I think you misunderstood yesterday. I didn't have time to explain it properly because we got carried away and you had to rush to work. The gift wasn't a threesome. My gift to you is Caroline. I want you to take her as your property, to possess her like you possess me. My friend hasn't had luck with men, and I thought instead of finding her one, I could share her with you."

That hit me. I was in shock; everything sounded like a big madness. I won't lie, the idea of having two wives had always been a fantasy of mine. As a dom, the idea of dominating two women made me feel incredible, but was it just a fantasy? Could I really love two women? And was it worth risking my five-year marriage for this?

Caroline, who had been listening attentively, came up to my chair and knelt in front of me with determination.

"I know this is sudden, but Haley has told me so much about you. You are truly a wonderful person. If you accept me as your gift, I promise to be a good slave, wife, or whatever you desire for you. If you are the man my friend says you are, I truly wish to submit to you."

I was speechless, amazed by the intensity of her words. I looked at my wife, and she seemed eager for my response. I remained silent as they both waited. My wife spoke when she saw I didn't know what to say:

"We can try it for a week, and if you're not comfortable with Caroline living here, she will leave."

I don't know if I felt pressured or if I simply let myself be carried away by my fantasy, but I replied:

"Okay, I guess we can try it for a week..."

Caroline's eyes lit up with joy at my words.

"Thank you, I promise I won't disappoint you, master," she said.

My wife smiled and said,

"Thank you for trying, I promise you won't regret it, master. Caroline is a perfect gift."

I was still very confused, wondering if I had done the right thing. My thoughts were interrupted by my wife.

"Dinner is getting cold, master. Come, Caroline, sit down too."

Caroline sat at the table and I felt uncomfortable again. I thanked my wife for dinner and continued eating, trying to adjust to this.

"Master, could you pass me the salt?" Caroline asked.

It still seemed strange to me that she called me master, but I passed her the salt. As I ate, I wondered why I was so resistant to accepting Caroline as my slave. My wife didn't seem to mind at all that I had sex with Caroline or that I showered alone with her, and I really liked Caroline physically. I couldn't stop thinking about her body and the threesome from the previous night.

When I was almost done eating, my wife got excited and exclaimed,

"Oh, I almost forgot to compensate you for this morning!"

I didn't understand what she meant until she crawled under the table and crawled to me, starting to unzip my pants. I got hard instantly. Caroline looked at me and smiled, and she got under the table too. I could feel their tongues caressing my cock.

"I still can't believe how big it is," Caroline said before wrapping the head of my penis with her lips and massaging the tip with her tongue.

God, it felt so good that I almost came. Caroline began sucking my cock, each time taking me deeper into her mouth. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her throat. It felt so good that I was struggling not to come. Meanwhile, my wife Haley was encouraging her friend to make me come in her mouth:

"Caroline, show our master why you're the perfect birthday gift!"

I couldn't hold it any longer and started pumping my loads of cum into Caroline's mouth, flooding her with my hot semen. She swallowed most of it. Meanwhile, my wife cleaned my cock with her tongue until it was completely clean. They both came out from under the table; Caroline had a small thread of semen dripping from her lip. Haley approached and licked it slowly while looking into my eyes with her beautiful blue eyes full of desire as I sat there, recovering. Maybe it would be easier to get used to this after all...

part 3