5 comments/ 33582 views/ 4 favorites Tragedy Turns To Treasures By: techsan Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Some of you will not like the story and that is okay. A few of you will tear it apart with invective ... and not have the courage to sign your name. I still prefer to give you the opportunity to comment but please have the intestinal fortitude to send me a note with a userid so we can correspond. The author wishes to express his gratitude to the very lovely and gracious Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. Maybe it was a premonition of dire things to come that made his wife, DeAndra Campeau, hire both a nanny and a wet-nurse when she went back east to have her baby. She had been having intermittent pains since she had been three months pregnant and the doctors advised complete bed rest. She insisted that she would not have her baby in the primitive conditions of the semi-wild west of the mid-nineteenth century and she arranged for the long trip back to Philadelphia from northern Nevada. Still trying to get his supply business established in Carson City, Dominic had reluctantly agreed to help his wife arrange a trip back to the city of her parents. She would be welcomed into their home, where she could rest and relax as the baby grew within her belly. As much as he knew he would miss her, he also agreed that it was probably the best thing she could do for the safety of the baby. Dom worked long and hard to expand his little business, primarily serving the hundreds of prospectors that were still flooding the hills and mountains of Nevada. There were several ranches in the area that steered their business his way but he would have been hard-pressed to make do without the prospectors. Gradually the town itself began to grow and he added a storefront to his warehouse, forming the first general store in the small town. There was no doubt that his business had become profitable; could he keep it that way was the question. Although he hated to leave the operation in someone else's hands, he had trained a young man in the weeks just before the baby was due and turned the keys over to him when he caught a Central Pacific train east two weeks before she was due to deliver. With changes to the Chicago, Rock Island and Pacific and later to the Pennsylvania Railroad and layovers at several stops along the way, he arrived just two days before the expected date. What he found when he arrived at hiss' home was the worst of his expectations. His wife, heavy with child, was bedridden and in constant pain. She was almost as pale as the white sheets that covered her bed. Instantly concerned, Dominic sat beside her bed and held her hand the rest of the afternoon. The following morning, she said, "Dominic, I have something to say to you, my love. I want you to listen to me carefully. Please do not interrupt until I have finished. Then if you have something to say, I promise to listen." "Dominic, I have a very strong feeling that this will not turn out the way we both would like for it to. I think there is a high probability that I will not live through it. I hope that is not the result but, if it is, I have made some plans. I have hired a nanny, Miss Kyleen Gallagher, to watch over our baby and teach him what a young child should know. I have also made arrangements for a wet nurse, Rachel Petroski, to attend to the feeding of our child for as long as it takes until he should be weaned. After that, I will expect you to help her find other employment that is befitting a nice young woman. I want you to treat the two ladies with respect that they deserve." "Now, if my feeling comes true, I hope you will mourn my passing for a respectful amount of time and then I want you to move on with your life. I would expect you to find another woman to bestow the same kind of love that you have always shown to me. You are a very loving man, Dominic, and it would be remiss if you didn't find someone else to love after I'm gone. Do you understand me?" "Yes, but ... " She squeezed his hand. "No buts, now, Dominic. It may not happen and, if it doesn't, we will go on with our lives normally and I know we will all be happy. But if it does happen, I want you to be prepared for it. And most of all, I want you to be happy. I love you, Dominic. Always remember that." He bowed his head, trying to think of someway to comfort his wife. But she was the one that was serene, in spite of the obvious pain. And she was the one comforting him. He held her hand, too choked up to speak. All he could do was nod his understanding. Late that evening, DeAndra went into labor. The doctor was fetched but he determined that she had hours to go yet before her time. They had arranged for a midwife to attend DeAndra and she arrived during the doctor's examination, made herself comfortable and brought a basin of cool water and cloths to bath DeAndra's forehead during her ordeal. The doctor's prediction was true and hours passed before the contractions were close enough that the midwife sent a messenger to fetch the doctor again. She had kept Dominic busy retrieving chipped ice to keep DeAndra's lips moist or holding her hand when she had another contraction. When the doctor arrived, he agreed that it was about time; by then it was late morning. The doctor explained to DeAndra what he needed her to do, but only on his command. With a sheet draped over DeAndra's propped up legs, only the doctor and the midwife could see what was happening. The doctor kept telling DeAndra to push periodically; finally telling her just one more push would do it. When the pain came, she pushed, squeezing Dominic's hand so hard he felt a bit of her pain. But the doctor held up a wrinkled, red-and-gray covered bundle, cleared the passageway, and smiled at the little plaintive cry coming from the little creature. Suddenly Dominic realized that there was no longer any pressure on his hand. He looked at DeAndra and knew that something was wrong. He yelled for the doctor but had a feeling that it was already too late. And it was. His wife of seven years was gone. Dominic wondered if she had even lived long enough to hear her son cry for the first time. The next eight days were a nightmare for Dominic. Later that same day, he met with both Miss Petroski and Miss Gallagher. Miss Petroski was a large twenty-four year old woman of Polish descent. She had been nursing babies since she was a teen, having to take over the duties for her own mother when she died giving birth to her ninth child. She seemed to love Dominic's new son, Joseph, especially when Joseph eagerly latched onto her big teat with just a little coaxing. Rachel showed no embarrassment for displaying her bare breast in the presence of Joseph's father or hiss. Miss Gallagher was another matter. She was older than Rachael, probably about 30, Dominic guessed. She was a heavy woman, clothed in a heavy wool suit over a white frilly blouse and an untold number of petticoats. Her legs were completely covered by her skirt and petticoats but her feet, occasionally peeking out from under all the cloth, were encased in heavy lace-up boots. Her hair, which appeared to be long, was pulled back severely and rolled into a bun at the back of her head, partially covered by a white lace bonnet. Her face might have been pretty but she constantly wore a serious frown that precluded any semblance of a smile. Miss Gallagher took charge of the baby, arranging diapers and blankets so they would be efficiently at hand when needed. She cared for the baby whenever the wet nurse was not on duty, an arrangement they worked out between themselves at the baby's internal clock. Dominic was grateful for their take-charge attitudes, although he would have preferred if the stone-faced Miss Gallagher was a little friendlier. Dominic concentrated on funereal arrangements for his wife, DeAndra. Hiss already owned a plot of ground in a family cemetery and on the third day, the entire family (except for his newborn son, attended the sad funereal. The next two days, it was all Dominic could do to get out of bed and go through the chores of daily life. The sadness was overwhelming. He would have preferred to take his little entourage and get on the road back home, to see if returning to the known environment of their home would return things to something more closely resembling normalcy. Yet the railroad schedules did not allow for an earlier departure. To help pass the time, he requested that Miss Gallagher accompany him on a shopping trip to a large department store in Philadelphia so they could purchase things that his son might need in the next year. Finally, with trunks of clothes and goods for both Miss Gallagher and Miss Petroski as well as several bags for his son and his own clothes, they made their way to the train station in time to catch the PRR westbound to Chicago. Dominic purchased tickets that allowed them the use of a roomette, a tight little compartment with two pull-down bunks and a chair. The lower bunk made a bench seat when not in use as a bed. Although the bunks had drop down curtains when they were opened out, Miss Gallagher looked suspiciously at Dominic when she and Rachel used the bunks at night and Dominic slept in the chair. Even though she understood that he could not afford the cost of a second compartment, she did not think it was circumspect for a man to sleep in the same compartment with the women. During the long days of the train ride, Dominic strode up and down the aisles of the railcars, ashamed that his body betrayed him when Rachel bared her breasts to feed his son. Although he admitted that Rachel was an attractive woman, he knew that, in his state of mourning, he should not be thinking about having sex with another woman. Pacing the corridors was the only way he had of getting thoughts of her out of his mind. Still that didn't keep Miss Gallagher from staring at him sternly and he had the distinct impression that she knew exactly what he was thinking. Before the train pulled into Carson City, Dominic found that not all his erotic thoughts were centered on Rachel. On four different occasions, he was just entering or leaving the compartment when the train jerked for one reason or another: slack taking up from a change from downhill to uphill, change of speeds for a sharp curve in the mountains, or approaching a station. On those four occasions, Miss Gallagher also happened to be standing and they collided, one way or another. On two of those occasions, his hand had come in contact with her enormous breast and the contact with the soft, full globes had sent erotic thoughts through Dominic's mind, causing an almost instantaneous hard-on. He hung his head in shame, unable to look her in the eye as he mumbled an apology. On another occasion, she had been bent over finishing changing Joseph's diaper when the jerking train caused him to smack into her bottom. For several seconds, he had been unable to extract himself from the compromising position because of the force of gravity. By then, his raging hard-on had prominently pressed into her bottom. Even though he apologized profusely, he had the feeling that she was completely unsympathetic. On the fourth occasion, he was sitting in the chair reading a newspaper left by another rider when Miss Gallagher was pitched unceremoniously into his lap. With the train rocking from side to side, she would have been tossed to the hard floor if his arms had not grasped her ample form and kept her from falling farther. He had felt her mammoth tits against his chest and the feeling of his hands on her big round buttocks caused delicious images in his mind before he could suppress them. He helped her to her feet, where she straightened her clothes and apologized, blushing profusely. When they finally arrived in Carson City, Dominic paid some young men to carry the trunks down to his house and the little troop walked to the house. Showing the two women around didn't take long – the house wasn't all that big. He would have to consider adding on to it if the women were to stay. He hurried down to the store to check on how things were going. The days turned into weeks that turned into months and the little business grew as Carson City and its surrounding area grew. Gradually the pain of losing his wife faded as Dominic went on with his life. He doted on his son, loving to watch him even when he was sleeping. Rachel seemed to take every opportunity to feed Joseph in Dominic's presence, smiling and sitting close to Dominic so he could see his son nurse. One evening, with Miss Gallagher retired to her room for the night, Rachel brought Joseph to Dominic's small office where he spent many nights updating his books. She sat in a chair at the end of Dominic's desk, holding the whimpering baby, and unbuttoned the top of her dress. She looked at Dominic as he watched her shrug the dress off her shoulders, and then opened the big bra that held her large tits. Her eyes never left Dominic's as she brought the baby to her left nipple, automatically guiding him to the distended teat. She watched Dominic lick his lips as his eyes feasted on her bare right breast. "He won't drink it all. Would you like to try some?" Rachel asked softly. Dominic groaned, thinking how wonderful it must be to drink the precious life-giving fluid. She put her free hand under the heavy globe, lifting it toward him. "Come. This is all for you." Dominic dropped to his knees beside Rachel. The wheeled chair rolled a foot closer, putting the erect nipple right at his mouth. His lips opened almost involuntarily and closed over the little bud. With just a little suck, he felt warm milk spurt into his mouth from several angles. He savored the sweet flavor of her milk and sucked again. Rachel moaned and the fingers of her free hand stroked through Dominic's dark hair. She pulled him tighter to her breast, almost forcing him to suck again. He swallowed, again amazed at how wonderful her milk tasted. Without thinking, he placed his right hand on her knee, and it jerked immediately, toward him, away from her other knee. Her hand tugged him tighter to her boob. Without thinking about it, his hand dropped to the hem of her skirt and rose under her petticoats. She moaned when his hand slid along her bare thigh and her legs tried to open wider, stopped only by the arms of the chair. When his fingertips brushed the wet crotch of her panties, she moaned, "Yes ... oh, yes!" Carefully Dominic moved the crotch of her panties to one side, and then slipped his middle finger into her depths. Rachel sighed and scooted her bottom toward the front of the chair, spreading her legs wider for his benefit. Still nuzzling at her yielding tit, Dominic ran his finger in and out of Rachel's wet pussy, occasionally running the pad of his thumb around her clit with his finger deep inside her. He inserted a second finger and curled them upward, searching for the little washboard spot that signified her G-spot, finding it easily. Rubbing it with his fingers and applying pressure with his thumb around her clit brought her to a moaning, hissing climax in just moments. Sucking hard on her breast while she shivered though the orgasm, he resumed fingering her when she slumped back into the chair. Rachel renewed her hold on the back of Dominic's head, pressing him into her breast. The feeling of him sucking her tit was sending delightful electric shock through her body but primarily directly to her wet pussy. With the additional stimulation of his fingers on her G-spot, she was an emotional wreck, loving every second and every sensation that had her shivering uncontrollably ... and wishing for more. Suddenly she climaxed again, like the crashing of a rogue wave out of the depths of the ocean. It just seemed to catch her unawares and shook her whole being. Her juices flooded Dominic's hand and she moved both hands to Joseph, fearful of dropping the sleeping infant. Gently pushing Dominic away, she burped the infant and carried him to his crib. Dominic followed her and led her to his bed when she had Joseph settled down for the night. Rachel let Dominic remove her dress, then the mountains of petticoats, and lastly her panties. While he removed his own clothes, she settled on her back in the middle of the bed. Rachel was delighted when he crouched between her legs and lowered his face to her treasure. He loved her taste, the wetness still present from his earlier fingering. Although she was not a virgin, it had been a long time since she had been with a man and none had treated her to the pleasure of eating her pussy. Dominic obviously had no intention of making this a quick event, as he settled down to licking every inch of her soft skin from inner knee to inner knee and then back to her core, where he started licking each bit of her lacy folds. Finally his tongue settled into her opening and explored from the inside out. When he sashayed up to tease her clit, she climaxed again. Rachel was surprised when Dominic showed no interest in stopping his assault. He lapped up her juices and searched everywhere for more, causing her to feel fantastic. However he shocked her beyond belief when his roving tongue crossed over her perineum and stabbed at her anus. The shock was so intense that she came again, almost passing out from the power of the pleasure coursing over her. This time, Dominic slipped up her form, his questing cock sliding into her tight pussy on the first attempt. She sighed and wrapped her arms and legs around him, welcoming him into her most intimate depths. As he thrust into her, Rachel matched his rhythm with thrusts of her own, timed to meet his movements. Dominic realized that the old bed that he had shared with his wife was now a problem – it was sturdy enough but it squeaked badly as he fucked Rachel. With no one else in the house, it was not a problem; with Miss Gallagher in the house, it might prove to be embarrassing. Still that was not enough to overcome his lust for Rachel's erotic body. He pounded himself into her harder and harder, eliciting continuous moans of pleasure from Rachel and making his cock grow harder and harder as it plunged inside her. Feeling his balls begin to contract, Dominic concentrated on rubbing Rachel's clit with his root and their orgasms were almost simultaneous. Both of them were rocked to the core by the explosions that occurred deep in their souls. As the last of his cum dribbled from his cock into Rachel's pussy, Dominic leaned over the attractive woman and planted a long, wet, sensuous kiss on her lips. When his arms would no longer support him, he rolled to her side, and then tugged at her until she spooned back into his form, his flaccid cock trapped between her round buttocks. They were soon asleep. Sometime in the night, Dominic awoke to find Rachel staring at him, her hands cupping his cock and balls. He was already hard. When she realized he was awake, she smiled and turned face down, drawing her knees up and raising her ass into the air. Dominic ran his hand over her buttocks and climbed behind her, guiding his questing cock back into her soft pussy. This time he was in no hurry to achieve anything and fucked her slowly, gently, running his fingers over her soft, smooth skin. Although he had no clock nearby, he was fairly sure that he spent over an hour wandering the warm, wet tunnel of her vagina before both of them came again. They rolled together and were asleep in just a couple of minutes. The following morning, Miss Gallagher said nothing to either Rachel or Dominic. Her face was stoic as she went about her early morning tasks and watched Dominic head to the store. For eleven nights in a row, Rachel gave Joseph his late night feeding beside Dominic's desk, with the same result every night: she let Dominic suck her other breast as Joseph fed at one, then he finger-fucked her pussy, usually to two or three orgasms. Once she had put Joseph to bed, they adjourned for the night to Dominic's bed, where he sampled her treasures until they were both sated. Each night they both awoke in the night, fucked again, and then slept cuddled closely together. Tragedy Turns To Treasures On the twelfth night, Rachel came to the office with Joseph but told Dominic that they would not be able to have sex that night because her monthly curse had arrived. Dominic thought that, in this case, it was a monthly blessing, since he was not ready to father a bastard child, yet neither was he ready to give up his very satisfying tryst with Rachel. "You know you have another possibility, don't you," Rachel offered softly. "No. What is that?" Dominic responded. "Kyleen would love to receive some attention from you." "She would?" he asked incredulously. "But she is always so ..." "Yes, I know, but that is just a front. She really is a very loving woman but too few men pay her any attention." "Oh? I think she is quite ... attractive." "Yes, I know," Rachel giggled. "It was obvious on the train. Why don't you go see her?" "Now?" "Yes, now. Go on." Dominic walked slowly down the hall to Kyleen's room, uncertain what he would say to her. And when he arrived, he hesitated, gathering his courage. He knocked softly on her door. "Yes?" came the faint reply. "Miss Gallagher? May I see you?" "Just a moment." There was the sound of scurrying in the room and then the door opened. Kyleen was holding it partially open, holding a robe tightly around her throat, her long hair down and combed so that it draped over her shoulders and down her back. "May I ... uh, talk with you for a bit?" "Well ... yes, I suppose. Please come in." She opened the door and indicated that he should take the rocking chair, the only chair in the room. He settled into the chair while she sat on the edge of the bed. He noticed that she was wearing a gown under the robe and her bare feet and ankles showed below the garments. That was the most of her that he had seen so far. "Uh ... I was wondering how you are doing with the job so far?" "Fine. Are you dissatisfied with my work?" "Oh, no! I am quite happy with your work. I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to make things better for you." "Well ... I don't ... I don't know." "I know it gets lonely out here sometimes. I'm sorry you don't have more company. If you need time to get out to make more friends, I'm sure we could arrange something." "No, sir. I'm fine. I have ... well, I'm getting along well with Rachel and ... yes, it sometimes gets lonely, but ..." "Miss Gallagher?" "Please, Mr. Campeau. I would prefer that you call me Kyleen, if you have no objection." "No, I have no objection, Miss ... ah, Kyleen. That is such a beautiful name ... just like its owner." For the first time, she smiled. "Oh, my, Mr. Campeau. You are just too complimentary." "Wait, Kyleen. Call me Dominic please. And no, not too complimentary. You are a beautiful woman. I have been afraid that I would offend you if I told you how I feel but ... something tells me you had an idea." She giggled, remembering how his hard cock pressed into her big broad ass on the train, how he got hard when his hand wound up holding her ass. "Yes, I guess I had an idea. Does that mean that you'd like to ... uh, you know, fool around?" "Sweet lady, I would dearly love to." They met halfway between where they had been sitting. Dominic wrapped the big woman in his arms and their lips met, tentatively at first but then opening wide, tongues snaking into the other's mouth. She was hungry for loving and he was willing to give her all she could handle. Dominic felt the wonder of her massive breasts pressing into his chest. Unfettered as they were, they pressed like large pillows against him. Her mouth tasted delicious too and her tongue excited him even more than the feel of her big tits. His hands began to wander down her back and settled on her broad hips, pulling her against his now-erect cock. It registered belatedly that her hands had, at the same time, grabbed his ass and was pulling him into herself. Slowly Dominic pulled her robe away from her form, tossing it to the floor. Then he began unfastening what seemed like hundreds of buttons that fastened her nightgown down the front. Baring her mammoth breasts, he bent to kiss each of them repeatedly and finally sucked one of her inch long nipples into his mouth. It was music to his ears to hear her moan as he suckled at her breast. His fingers continued working the buttons free down the gown until enough were open that the garment fell to her feet. Kyleen stepped backward out of the gown, pulling Dominic's head so that he maintained contact with her bud. Not satisfied until his partner was naked, his fingers hooked the waistband of her cotton panties and pulled them down her legs. By the time she stepped out of the undergarment, she was at the edge of her bed. With a little nudge from Dominic, Kyleen sat on the edge of her bed. Dominic dropped to his knees before her, lifting her heavy legs to his shoulders and kissing down one thigh and across to the other. Then quickly he returned to her core and began to delve into her depths. As heavy as she was, there were layers and folds of skin that smaller women didn't have but he thought there was also an extraordinary amount of heat radiating from her treasure. After carefully licking all up and down the puffy lips forming her outer crease, he gently used both hands to spread her apart, licking his way into her cavern. Kyleen could not believe the attention Dominic was giving her with his mouth. Only once before had a man put his face between her legs and then it had lasted only for a moment before he had mounted her. But Dominic seemed to have actually settled in to savor her taste. And his tongue felt so good! She lay back and crooned to him as his tongue made love to her, licking up droplets of her nectar, touching her little clitoris, stabbing into her innermost opening, searching the tender flesh for new sensations ... for both of them. Dominic licked up and down her now-open crease, finding pleasure in the taste of her soft flesh, taking even more joy in her reaction to his attention. When he finally sucked her clit into his mouth and created a vacuum around it, he was rewarded when Kyleen bucked up to his mouth, screamed out his name, and quivered like an autumn leaf as she climaxed. Quickly Dominic stood, still supporting her upraised legs, and hastily stripped out of his clothes, sending buttons flying all over the room. When he had kicked his pants out of the way, he guided his raging hard-on between Kyleen's legs, carefully covered himself in her copious juices and eased his length into her hot box while she smiled at him lustfully. Perhaps some men would not find a woman as big as Kyleen to be to their liking but Dominic could not understand why. She was big but she was sexy and she was beautiful, at least in his eyes. Now that they had "broken the ice" between them, he relished the thought of making love to her. With a start, he realized that he had just thought about love with Kyleen, not just sex. And, if he was honest with himself, he realized that he had been making love to Rachel too. Was it possible to love two women at the same time? Especially two that he had known for such a short time? Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he began thrusting his throbbing cock into Kyleen's hot vagina. He ground his root against her clit with each inward stroke. Reaching around her lifted legs, he captured a heaving mammary in each hand and massaged them as his hips thrust in and out. Some minutes later, he placed the flat of his right hand on her belly and slowly worked it down over her roundness and to her abdomen. Perhaps sensing his intent, Kyleen spread her knees, making Dominic's goal more accessible. His thumb dipped into her crevasse and rubbed around her clit, finally teasing the little bud until it stood out from under its covering. Kyleen began to grunt and moan, thrusting her hips upward to press against his thumb and meeting his plunging cock. When her orgasm came, it was as if an explosion had occurred inside her, radiating shock waves of pure pleasure to every remote part of her body. Watching Kyleen shiver and quake and jiggle was the last straw for Dominic, as his balls began spurting sticky hot cum into her willing pussy. With the last dribble into her, his strength ebbed so that he would have dropped to the floor if not for the strength of her upturned legs. The natural support kept them together for several moments while the adrenaline burn faded enough for him to help her onto the bed properly and then crawl behind her. She spooned back into him, wiggling her big broad ass into his crotch, even though his cock lay flaccid between her buttocks. She laid her head on his left arm, pulled his right over her and filled both of his palms to overflowing with soft boob flesh. They were asleep soon thereafter. As was his habit, Dominic awoke sometime during the night, startled at first to find himself snuggled up to the super-sized woman, then remembering the wonderful bout they had experienced earlier in the night. His cock quickly grew hard again, both from the lustful memories and the pressure of her soft round ass against his body. He heard her sigh and felt her hands pull his back to renew his grip on her oversized tits. Rolling slightly backward, she looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Fuck me again. Please." Dominic needed no further encouragement. He lifted her top leg and guided his probe to her hot core again, not terribly surprised to find her wet, although the amount of moisture did seem copious. He smeared some of her lubricant on himself and gently pushed inward, finding her vagina very receptive to his advances. With his second push, he found himself mashed against her big haunches, his cock as deep in her pussy as he could get. He began to pump slowly in and out of her cunt, amazed at the heat radiating from their connection. In just a short time, Kyleen was moaning and whispering soft words of encouragement to Dominic – not that he needed them. He found her to be sexy and very desirable and screwing her seemed so natural. As time passed, she slowly moved even more onto her back, leaving her nearest leg propped over Dominic's waist. He slipped his lower leg under her far leg, leaving the thigh of his top leg rubbing against Kyleen's crease as he pumped. He noted that the timbre of her voice started to change then, growing more intense as she urged him on. She put both hands on his knee, pushing and pulling his leg so that it rubbed ever harder into her slit. Her moaning grew more and more profound and he knew that she was using his leg to stimulate her clitoris. That thought was confirmed when she suddenly grabbed his whole leg and tried to jerk it into her body, from vagina through stomach and into her tits. Her body thrust upward to meet his pumping and he felt her pussy flutter around his intruding cock, knowing that she had just climaxed again. He resumed his in and out motions, keeping his upper leg pressed against her now sloppy slick slit. The harder he pressed his leg into her, the better she seemed to like it and since he loved the feeling of his cock roving the fabulous flesh of her twat, he pushed his leg into her as tightly as he could. A few minutes later, Kyleen was bouncing her hips, not exactly meeting his thrusts, but more like completely out of control because her body loved the sensations his cock shot through her. She climaxed again well before Dominic was ready himself. He geared up his thrusts faster and faster, concentrating on his own finish and when his balls began spurting a fresh load of cum into her slick cunt, it sent magnificent tingles throughout his body. Exhausted, Dominic carefully pulled himself back up to the head of the bed and lay panting, trying to regain his breathe. Kyleen turned to face him and said, "Gawd, I have never felt like this in my life. That was so wonderful." She leaned forward to kiss him. He returned the kiss but was forced to break it quickly, still sucking for air. "My dear, it was very special for me too. You are fantastic!" he replied. With her long hair framing her pretty oval face, he leaned forward and kissed her again, longer this time, and hugged her to his body. He fell asleep again with the comfort of her heartbeat thumping through her breasts and into his chest. The following morning, nothing was said about the night's events as the three of them sat at the breakfast table, Rachel holding Joseph to her bare breast. However Dominic noted that Kyleen's countenance was much softer that morning, a gentle smile changing her entire look instead of the perpetual scowl she usually displayed. Dominic did not need an invitation to go to Kyleen's bed that night, nor any of the next four. Neither did she rebuff his approach but rather welcomed him with open arms ... and later open legs. However on the seventh night, they had just broken from their first kiss when Kyleen said, "Dominic, you know that Rachel loves you, right?" "Uh ... are you sure?" "I am very sure." "Well ..." "I think it is time for you to invite her to your bed again. She has missed your attention the past few nights." "But ... what about ...?" "Us? There will be time for us. Go. Bring her to your bed. I will join you there." Dominic's mind was in a whirl. This was a turn he had not anticipated. Instead of one woman – one wife – in his life and sharing his bed, he had two and one of them was suggesting that he ... that they ... join together ... in one bed. In a daze, he walked down to the nursery. Rachel was just putting Joseph in his crib, having changed his diaper, nursed him, and burped him. Without a word, Dominic took Rachel's hand and gently led her to his bedroom. She was surprised to see Kyleen already laying on the bed and looked at Dominic for direction. He pulled her to him and their lips met in a long, sensuous kiss. She made no objections when his fingers began unbuttoning her dress, not even when his fingers completed their chore by snaring her panties and slowly moving them down her legs. He guided her to lay in the middle of the bed while he undressed and climbed between her legs. She was ecstatic when he lowered his face to the source of her heat and began to lick her for the first time in a week. She was even more ecstatic when she climaxed a few minutes later, flooding his face with her sweet nectar. Dominic spent so much time lapping it up, or she was so sensitive from lack of attention, that he brought her quickly to the mountaintop where she dove off into the valley of indescribable pleasure. Dominic carefully moved up Rachel's form and guided his cock into her twat, pressing their pubic bones together. "Stop!" The words came from Kyleen. "What?" Dominic asked. "Let's ... uh, let's talk," Kyleen stuttered. She reached for Rachel's hand. "Do you love him?" "Yes," Rachel whispered. "So do I." She looked up at Dominic. "Do you love Rachel?" "Yes!" he replied enthusiastically. "Do you love me?" "Yes!" he replied, equally enthusiastically. She turned back to Rachel. "Then ... it seems to me ... that we should ... share him." Rachel grinned devilishly. "I ... yeah, I have no problem with that." "Me either," Kyleen replied, moving over to hold her cheek against Rachel's. Looking at Dominic again, she continued, "Time to get on with it – husband." Dominic began to move, slowly thrusting his throbbing cock into Rachel. It took several moments for Kyleen's last word to register. If a man lived with a woman, even without the benefit of an official ceremony, for more than a certain length of time, they were recognized by the law as having a common law marriage. Rachel must have seen a look of shock cross his face because she giggled. "Me too – husband!" she said, pulling her legs higher and opening her pussy wider for Dominic's thrusts. Dominic stopped moving, buried in Rachel's pussy. "But ... what if ... I can't ..." "Oh, don't worry," Kyleen said. "We both know you can and we won't ask you to do more than you can. You please both of us ... Dom." "Yeah ... Dom!" Rachel echoed. With that reassurance, Dominic resumed fucking the youngest of his two beautiful lovers. It turned out to be a most satisfactory arrangement for all three of them. From that night on, all three slept in the same bed every night. The women alternated nights with Dominic while the other watched and encouraged them. Although they did not really get sexual with each other, they were not above kissing on the lips or tweaking the other's nipples, or occasionally guiding Dominic's cock into his lover's pussy. With the only means of birth control being abstinence, there was NO birth control. Both women missed their fourth period after that initial gathering. Joseph grew into a strapping young man under the guidance of his two "mothers" and was the protector and overseer of his thirteen siblings that followed in his footsteps. Kyleen had two boys and four girls while Rachel gave birth to three boys and four girls. Friends and neighbors in Carson City never questioned the arrangement. Both Rachel and Kyleen were addressed as Mrs. Campeau by everyone who knew their names; except for the few close female friends that called them by their first names. Being an admirer of female breasts, Dominic watched his wives' tits grow as their brood grew in size and stature, each one nursing from their mother's – or their "other mother's" - heavy boobs. They were so productive that several times they were asked to assist in feeding other infants when its mother had difficulty producing milk. It was a given that Dominic reaped the benefits of those often overflowing milk jugs. Although Dominic never forgot DeAndra, his two new wives helped dull the ache left by her absence, turning an unspeakable tragedy into untold treasures. The end.