Monday

"Well ladies," Chris said, closing the door behind him with a feeling of finality, "I am officially on vacation for the next week."

Bailey and Melinda had work but took seperate days off, all coming to the conclusion that they had to celebrate in the biggest way. A full week of sex, gaming, sleeping and more sex sounded like an amazing start.

They wasted no time as Melinda began stripping quickly. Bailey had already been naked, laying on the couch and watching TV when Chris walked in, so she simply walked over and grabbed him by the tie around his neck.

He didn't know if it was the hormones or just her personality changing, but she had been much more assertive the past few days. Often times, she would want to be the submissive one, but as she tugged him to the chair, she made no illusion to what she wanted.

She didn't kiss him, or fondle him or anything. She simply sat him down, undid his pants, pulled out his cock and began to blow him without a word. To be honest, it seemed like this was more for her than him as she closed her eyes and pushed him to the deepest parts of her throat.

Chris sat back in his chair, watching Melinda reveal herself to him with a shy, almost embarrassed look. She didn't wear anything too extravagant underneath, but as she pulled off her pink sports bra and panties, she walked over and climbed on to the arm of the chair.

She kissed his lips in long, passionate embraces, her hands traveling across his chest and dragging her nails across his skin. Her eyes switched constantly from him to Bailey, watching both of their pleasures before whispering seductively, "I want you to do the same to me."

He nodded gently, his mind fogged by both women as Melinda stood up and, placing both feet on the arms of the chair, spread her thighs. Sitting there with both women, he did all he could to make them happy.

Bailey didn't look up almost at all as she focused on her work, lapping up his pre-cum as it leaked out on to her tongue. He gripped Melinda's ass and pulled her forward. He kissed her thighs at first, moving closer and closer to her aroused slit inch by agonizing inch.

He loved teasing her, and he knew that her impatience was getting the best of her. But she simply watched him, felt his rough kissing getting more hungry until she could feel his breathing on her clit. With each gust hitting her, she felt small tingles of electricity flowing up her body and keeping her on the edge.

She was about to just grab him by the hair and force him onto her pussy, but he pulled her closer until his lips caught her sex. She held his head to keep herself from falling over, but her body thrusted forward into him as she felt the suction of his lips take her in.

The way his tongue swirled around her clit in quick, harsh circles sent jolts of electricity throughout her form. Her free hand found her breasts and pinched the pierced nipple until the tingling pain added to the pleasure. She couldn't stop the way her hips bucked against his face and she soon had to pull away as the sensitivity finally hit her.

"You've been getting faster and faster since you've been pregnant," Chris mused, holding her in place as she spasmed softly. She could feel her thighs trembling and the way her climax shot waves of bliss throughout had her dangerously off balance.

Bailey, on the other hand, was getting faster and rougher with his member. The way she attacked him was like watching someone desperately working for something they've yearned for years to achieve. Both her hands worked his shaft in long strokes, her mouth running the length of his head, sending pure bliss into him.

"Fuck, Bailey," Chris whispered, leaning back into the chair as Melinda got down to join her wife. He watched as she grabbed Bailey's blond hair and pulled it from her face, watching as she released her hands and fully plunge on to him.

"Fuuuuuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned, gripping the arms of the chair tensely as he allowed them to work him further and deeper into her throat. It wasn't much longer as she felt his release coat her tongue, splashing his cum and filling her mouth with her daily craving.

She drained his balls of everything she could before pulling away with a soft "pop" and opening her mouth to show him. "You look so fucking good," whispered Melinda, gripping Bailey by the hair and turning to face her. The smile on Bailey's lips was like the cat that ate the canary, but Chris watched as Melinda leaned in and kissed her wife deeply.

Bailey sat there stunned for a moment as her mouth was intruded by her lovers tongue, but the challenge was soon accepted. Returning the kiss, Chris watched as they began to fight over his load in the sexiest, lustfilled and passionate make out he'd ever seen.

Tuesday

Melinda and Chris walked through the store, looking through a list of things to cook when they found the baby aisle. They grabbed a few small things that they could afford, knowing that they'd have months to do it, but with two kids, buying this stuff earlier would be better.

Her eyes fell on a woman picking out onesies, her belly swollen large and she couldn't help but fixate on her. It had only been a month into the pregnancy, but she ran her hand over her stomach idly. Chris smiled and walked up behind Melinda, wrapping his hands around her middle and joining in rubbing her.

"That's going to be you in a few months," he whispered to her, kissing her neck gently and making her wince with ticklish tingles. "You and Bailey are going be huge together. To the point I'm going to have to put a pillow down everytime I want to take you from behind."

She couldn't help but grind herself softly against his manhood as he spoke to her, thoughts of him taking her from the back making her immediately aroused. She quickly pulled away, turning her head to make sure no one was watching before looking into his eyes.

"I can't have people thinking we're together like that Chris," she whispered, punching his arm half heartedly as red crept into her cheeks. "Not yet anyways."

Chris smiled before nodding and taking the cart from her. "Well then, I guess car sex is out of the question?"

Her eyes suddenly went wide as the idea latched into her mind. Car sex was never the most comfortable, but with the back seat able to fold down, they'd have plenty of..."No," she said quickly, shaking the mental image from her mind before following closely.

They made their way into the bra section and she looked over the stock. Her C cups would fill out soon enough, but the thought of needing something so large as a DD or even E had her hesitant.

Gathering a handful of clothes, they made their way to the changing rooms and she looked over her selection. A few minutes passed and she walked out in a pale blue Sunday dress. The fabric was obviously cheap, but the way it fluttered when she twirled in front of Chris made it all worth it.

She couldn't help but smirk as she watched him stand there, jaw slacked open as his eyes roamed her body. Biting her lower lip, she looked around before quickly grabbing his hand and pulling him into the changing room. Taking out her phone, she had already planned with Bailey on this and quickly face timed her.

Sitting there in her office chair, Bailey had locked the door and waited impatiently for her lovers call. She read the text over and over for the past 15 minutes and she couldn't wait for her show.

Melinda: Hey babe, you ok with me having sexy time with Chris in the changing room?

Bailey: Only if I get to watch. And make it quick, I end my lunch in 30 minutes.

Melinda: Fine, but only if you play with yourself too. I love watching you being naughty at work.

Bailey rolled her eyes as she smiled at the word 'naughty'. No matter what context it was in, it just always made her giggle. As the call came through though, she answered quickly to find both Chris and Melinda huddled quietly in a small room.

When Chris was gone for the week, she had learned to keep a small wand vibrator, no bigger than her palm, in her purse at all times. Taking it out, she quickly began pulling down her underwear from her grey pencil skirt.

She watched intently as Chris lifted the back of her wife's sundress to find her commando. "And she calls me the cum slut," she mutters with a smile before placing the vibrator to her clit. She watched as Chris took his cock and immediately pushed himself within her, easily penetrating her without issue.

"She's been wet all day if he's able to... fuck... to do that," she whispers, pausing for a moment as an especially powerful tingle shot through her body. The vibrator buzzed against her sex, high powered and durable, she ground it against her folds.

She loved the way he grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at Bailey through the camera and making them watch each other. Bailey sat there, imagining being rammed from behind over and over in public, trying to keep quiet as she put on a show for Melinda. The way she'd whisper dirty words and promises in her ear as Chris would raw dog her into mindless climax.

Melinda watched her wife through the phone, her hair keeping her from looking away as she thought how badly she needed to eat Bailey out. The thought of being used by Chris while having her spouses clit grind onto her tongue had her on the verge of cumming already.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes Chris," Melinda whispered/moaned, "we need to hurry before someone shows up!" She closed her eyes in bliss as she felt his rushing thrusts hammer into her faster, her ass rippling from the impact of his pelvis slamming into her from behind.

"I'm going to cum, I'm going to... fu-," Melinda started, feeling the pressure building and popping faster than ever before. Before she could scream, Chris's large hand covered her mouth and muffled her voice, which just intensified her bliss.

Bailey was hunched over in her chair, frantically rubbing at her pussy with the toy, her eyes fixated on the screen until she jolted. The spasms that followed flowed in waves until she finally slowed to a small shudder.

Looking up, she watched in awe as Melinda was on her knees, Chris's cock deep into her mouth and sucking with everything she had as she bobbed back and forth. "Nut in her mouth Chris. I want to taste your cum on her lips when we get home before riding your dick myself."

Bailey's words seemed to push him over the edge as his climax hit. He thrusted into the back of Melinda throat, coating it with his seed before leaning back, panting heavily.

Melinda, ever the shit stirrer, smiled victoriously before walking to the phone and opening her mouth. The pool of cum was displayed for Bailey to be jealous of, before she hastily swallowed with a satisfying, "Ahhhh. See you at home my Love. " She mocked, before blowing her wife a kiss and hanging up.

Wednesday

Bailey groaned in pleasure for the 3rd time that day as she rode Chris to an earth shattering orgasm, digging her nails into his skin and leaving drag marks across his chest. "Your dick is so fucking good," she moaned, slowing down, but not stopping as she ground her pussy against his cock. "The way it completely fills me, stretches me out, hits every fucking part."

She had been wild the past few days, turning from sweet and bubbly into the demanding sex starved woman on top of him now. But he didn't argue, watching the blondes breasts bounce in rhythm to her assault.

She began to finally slow down after a few minutes before laying down on top of his chest, his heartbeat a quick drum of white noise to her. "In a moment," she whispered, leaning up and looking him in the eyes, "I want you to fuck my ass."

This wasn't a request. Nor was it a question. The look in her eyes and the demand in her voice made this into an order. She made it clear that this was going to happen and he didn't see any logic in arguing. He brought his hand down across her back and stroked her spine in long, slow strokes. For a moment, he could swear he was carressing the sweet, cuddly Kitten all over again, instead of the dangerous tigress she'd become.

She lay on his body, his cock still hard and filling her for the next minute before she slowly got to her feet. He took the lube they carried around pretty much everywhere these days and applied it liberally to his shaft before doing the same to her entrance.

Placing her face into the couch cushion, she reached back and spread her cheeks apart for him and bit her lip in anticipation. Placing himself to her opening, he slid himself within. The lubricant stretched her wide almost too quickly and she immediately yelped in surprise before relaxing into the cushion again.

She closed her eyes, the feeling of something other than the strapon within her asshole was a new experience and she savored the new form. Gripping her hair, he wrapped around his grip before pulling her up and bottoming out within her.

Her mouth gasped open in the silent scream he knew so well as he began to pound into her without mercy. She demanded to be fucked, to be used, and he was going to give it to her.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God!" She screamed between each thrust within her, using the arm of the couch for leverage as she let the pain of her hair and the hammering from behind send shocks jolting through her body. "Own. My. Fucking. Ass." She screamed, finding the rhythm and throwing herself back against him in pace to add to her lust.

His free hand found her cheek, kneading it before striking and reddening her pale skin. Amongst the screaming, her yelps of pain just seemed to mix with her moans of pleasure. Her mind was gone at this point as her subspace hit, fogging her mind in ways only the best highs can give.

She wasn't even screaming anymore, but as her body tensed on its own, he could here the sound of gushing as she squirted for the first time in her life just in time for him to feel his own release filling her body in return. As her body shot out its juices, she eased back down to tremble violently underneath him.

He stopped for a moment, releasing her hair and wrapping his arms around her body in a tight embrace from behind. As he sat there with her, his cock still buried in her ass, he could see his cuddly lover again. A broad, almost manic look of joy on her face as she leaned against him.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead before carrying her to bed, laying her down and immediately starting to clean up before the fluid could do too much damage to the couch.

Thursday

Today was about rest for them all. Three days of sex had worn them all out and they wanted to recharge before Friday came along. They were all off today and tomorrow, so they decided to go out for dinner.

Sitting across from them both, they ate and sang at their favorite karaoke bar. As Chris was forced to get on stage and sing Santana's "Maria Maria", Melinda and Bailey had a chance to talk.

"So...I still haven't decided how to tell my mom that we're both pregnant," she admitted.

Bailey stopped sipping at her juice and stared at her wife, a surprised look on her face which soon turned into dread. "I haven't told mine either. We can't exactly tell my folks, "Oh yeah, we've been having sex with our neighbor for the past 5 months and he managed to knock us both up at the same time."

Melinda nodded solemnly as she stirred her sweet tea idly with her straw. "I just... it's not like I'm ashamed of doing it. He's been nothing but amazing to us both and..."

Bailey reached over and took her spouses hand, rubbing it lovingly before saying, "why not... tell them that we're all together?" The words were hesitant as she looked into her lovers eyes, trying to broach the topic as best she could without bringing any negative judgement down.

Melinda stared at her wife for a moment, surprise in her eyes before she slowly started to smile. "He's practically part of our marriage as is. We just... need to ask him."

Bailey's smile brightened up again as she heard her wife agree. She nodded vigorously before calming down when Chris sat back in his seat. "It's official," he said, wiping the sweat on his brow from the lights of the stage, "that was a lot harder to do sober."

Melinda rolled her eyes and shook her head lightly, trying to play off the fact of the conversation, but when he looked to Bailey, he couldn't help but ask. "I know that look," he said, narrowing his eyes at her skeptically before leaning back. "What do you have planned?"

"What? Nothing! We're not...I'm not," Bailey stammered, trying in vain to hold a straight face. "We were just asking if we should get ice cream later. The cravings and all that!"

Chris held his look on her before shaking his head. "You know, you better enjoy that line now. In a few months, you won't be able to use it so casually."

Melinda swatted his arm roughly before chiding him, "you don't know, you could knock us up all over again afterwards."

Chris raised an eyebrow at her and smiled knowingly, "I suppose you're right." Looking back to Bailey, he held his pointed gaze, "but that doesn't mean that you aren't hiding anything though."

Bailey looked around innocently and shook her head before suddenly standing. "Oh no, I'm out of juice, I'll go get some more." And running off.

Melinda had her face in her hand, shaking it back and forth in agitation. "So, what's really going on?"

She slowly looked up from her hand and bit her lower lip. "I'm guessing sex isn't going to save me from this, is it?"

He didn't answer, staring into her eyes, annoyance slowly dawning across his features as Bailey made her way back to them. "I-,"

"We," corrected Bailey, reaching over and taking her wife's hand and holding it tightly.

"We...wanted to ask if...you'd be part of our marriage?" Chris was in shock, staring at them both. The thought never crossed his mind that they'd want to bring him into it all. Flashes of the future raced through his mind of raising the kids, loving them all and before he realized what he was saying, his body slowly nodded in agreement.

"Yes. Yes, I'd love to make this official. I would want nothing more." The ladies both let out breaths that they didn't realize they were holding in and he leaned in to kiss them both.

Their kisses were so deep and passionate, they didn't really care who was watching them as the entire bar seemed to be staring at the man making out with the known lesbians. "Hey barkeep," Chris yelled out, jarring him back to attention, "a round of drinks, on me!"

This seemed to jar the entire crowd out of their stupor as they all cheered in joy. All except for one. Tim, who was standing at the bar and staring in shock, now beelined straight up to him in an angry rampage and grabbed Chris by the front of the shirt.

"Are you fucking serious?! This pathetic excuse for a man is the one that's been keeping you both screaming at the top of your lungs all night? All those years of seducing you two, begging for the right to fuck you both, and you settle for this?!" He practically screamed at the women, jerking him forward and back over and over again.

Melinda was already on her feet, but Chris had already managed to arm bar the asshole on to the table and pin him down. Tim tried to fight back, tried to push away, but Chris had a firm grasp on him. Leaning down, Tim was able to hear a voice he'd never heard come out of the man.

A low, harsh, angry growl seemed to radiate from Chris as he tightened up on Tim's arm. "The difference between us is that I treat women like human fucking beings. Not just a conquest to overcome and move on. I see these women as more than holes to fuck. But above all else," he said, his growl somehow going even deeper and filling with more malice as he drew closer to the man's ear. "You begged them to give you the time of day. They begged me to fucking impregnate them."

Pushing him off the table, Tim skidded across the floor and rubbed his arm in pain. "I catch you anywhere near them again, or better yet, I find you so much as bothering another woman who's obviously not interested, you'll be walking away with more than a bruised ego and a sore arm."

The bouncers of the bar were already hovering over Tim, grabbing him by the shoulder and escorting him away by the time Chris returned to his seat. His anger radiated throughout the room, drawing more than a few stares...and cameras.

"I think you ladies might want to tell your families before tiktok...does...what?" He asked, finally looking at the women who's facial expressions betrayed everything they wanted in that moment.

The day of rest was at an end, and he knew it.

Friday

Chris woke up in a haze after the long night. His phone hadn't stopped going off for hours with questions and demands for explanations from friends and family, so he just turned it off and put it in a dresser drawer.

The video had gone viral overnight and the attention was squarely on them. Most of the video was just of him holding Tim down after he was being harassed, but of course the comments were going haywire with the truth.

Their secret was out and there was no way to put it back in. Turning over, he noticed his beautiful women for the first time since he woke up and was instantly surprised. Bailey was on top of Melinda, both of their faces buried in each other's pussies and causing their moans to be muffled.

He couldn't help but watch these two beauties pleasure each other, grinding against one another shamelessly and without abandoned until Melinda began to pat Bailey's ass quickly in a UFC tap out. Bailey lifted her ass slightly and allowed Melinda to breathe in deep enough to scream in pleasure.

Chris watched as her body tensed and jerked under the weight of her wife and spasm, before relaxing. Bailey, her eyes filled with lust from not getting her climax, noticed Chris staring at him and smiled wide.

"Finally," she exclaimed, unstraddling Melinda and actually pouncing on Chris. "We've been waiting hours for you to wake up, lazy butt," she squealed before pulling the covers free.

The scene had caused his morning wood to rise with extra vigor and she wasted no time slipping him into her. Her expression turned into a deeper version of relief every inch she went, until she leaned her head back with a satisfied, "fuuuuuck yessss."

Leaning in, she kissed him lustfully, passionately and tasting of her wife. He simply wrapped his arms around her, pulled her body into a hug and rested his hands on her ass.

"You seem to be extra horny this morning," he chided as she began to ride him, digging her nails into his back and panting heavily.

"Shut up and fuck me like you own me," she panted, smiling widely as he gripped her ass and began to thrust himself up into her. Her squeals of delight were loud and happy as she placed her forehead to his chest. But soon, due to the constant ramming and her previous 69, her body didn't take long to betray her.

She trembled in his arms, shaking hard as her orgasm crashed through her and had her falling against him. She rested there, gasping for breath before kissing his lips once more. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that."

Chris stroked her body, easing her down from her high and rotated his head to see Melinda laying there, watching. "You two are beautiful to watch," she said, a look of adoration crossing her features. "How the fuck I landed you two..."

"I think that's my line," Chris laughed, his cock still deep inside of Bailey's warmth. "The fact that I managed to get lucky to end up with both of you is-"

"No," Bailey grumbled, smacking Chris's shoulder and leaning up to look him in the eyes. "We're lucky to have found each other. To have a relationship that's actually healthy, unlike most thruples that end because one feels like a third wheel."

Chris stared into her eyes and couldn't help but nod slowly. "You don't make us feel neglected. Or distrustful about having one on one time. You make us feel wanted in more ways than one and you make us feel amazing emotionally, physically and sexually. We lov-"

"I love you both," he said quickly, trying to beat her to it before she could. "You both are my entire world now, and I can't see myself being with anyone else." Reaching over, he grabbed Melinda by the hand and pulled her over to him, taking her cheek and making her look him in the eyes. "I love both of you."

Melinda's eyes began to tear up as she kissed him, Bailey leaning in and joining after a few seconds of watching. Soon, they were drowning one another in kisses and he found himself the object of their desire once more. "My turn," Melinda growled, her old demeanor returning as she pushed Bailey off of him, "I want to show him how much I love him next."

Bailey couldn't help but laugh before sliding off of him and watching her wife slide back on. Their sex was more primal at this point, each wanting to make the other feel sexually satisfied, so she rode him as fast and rough as she could.

Bailey, never one to be left out, sat behind Chris, running her hands across both of their bodies as they pleasured one another. He watched and enjoyed every second he could, the way her breasts bounced in time to her rhythm, the way she gasped every time he hit her deepest parts. The way her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she climaxed and the way her pussy milked him without mercy.

As she screamed another orgasm, he held her tight and she could feel his release once more within her. The heat of his cum was everything she needed in that moment and she would give anything to stay there.

They were happy. And they saw nothing but more happiness in the coming future.

(Sorry for the delay folks, please don't forget to vote for the next chapter on my profile.)