0 comments/ 15139 views/ 1 favorites Triple? Treat! By: Falcinator Author's Note: This story is quick, simple, was easy and even faster to write (the only story I have ever written in one sitting - not counting the time it took to get up and give the hounds a pacifier in the shape of their evening bone - and the only story I have ever submitted within a week of starting it. In fact, I submitted it within three hours of starting it) and got me out of a month-long lull caused by adapting to a new job. I like the job, but it doesn't leave me much time for writing after I've finished spending time with my partner. By the way, I know that the title is misleading. That's half the fun of writing it :) ===================== Triple? Treat! "No way!" I had to laugh, even with how serious he was looking when he asked. I'm fairly rampant when it comes to sex, and I'm aggressive enough that my pursuit of cute boys in bars had been known to scare off the more timid ones and get me a completely undeserved reputation for sluttiness that has seen more than one would-be Lothario savagely humiliated in front of his boozy friends (hey, is it my fault that they're dickheads?) but, really, I'm quite straight with my preferences. I'm not really in to toys, I don't like bondage, I'm not bisexual and although I love the smell and like the taste of cum, I'd really rather not be covered in the stuff. Oh, and absolutely no anal. I mean, what the fuck? Have you perverts really thought it through? And, frankly, the idea of tit-fucking, although I play with mine and tease any boy's cock with them, just strikes me as too weird and I can't hack it. But I do go harder and more intensely at the simple pleasures that I do like than many boys can cope with. Which is why I was so happy to find Justin. He has a body to absolutely die for, looking nice but average in a suit until he takes it off and you realise that he may as well be sculpting it. To find out that his fat-free, chiseled physique was the result of rock climbing was just a bonus. Adding to which, the cock stuck on the front is nicely proportioned, therefore versatile, being not too large to get all the way down my throat but long and fat enough to satisfy my deepest cravings for pussy-pounding. As if that wasn't enough, he found me in the bar and was gentlemanly courtesy itself when he introduced himself. So I took him home, of course. And fucked him. OH MY GOD. He goes hard. Not only does he not get intimidated by my raw aggression in bed, he doesn't bore me and never leaves me unsatisfied. In fact, I usually have to recover before I can move again after one of our sessions. I said "never" and not "didn't", and then added "one of" because he was so good that I invited him back. Turns out that neither of us really wanted a long-term 'thing' so we meet, we have a couple of drinks, we explore the satisfyingly large range of boutique European beers available at the local bottle shop, and then we fuck like rabbits on speed. What could be better? Then he asked if he could fuck my tits. Hence my uncontrolled laughter. Luckily, he didn't even flinch, raise an eyebrow, or chuckle indulgently which /would/, let me tell you, have seen him lying in the street curled up in agony. No. Instead, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. Largely because I just didn't believe it. You see, I've never been able to enjoy the multiple orgasms that you keep reading about. Not once. Nearly, years ago, but that was when I was easily pleased. Never since. Until Justin. He was so hard, fast, and controlled, with such an incredible ability to last when deep inside me, that by jumping from fucking to tonguing, or vice versa, or something similar, he could, every other day, get me to cum twice in a row. And then, by the time my head cleared, he would have cleaned up, cleaned me up and got us a drink each. So he backed himself, and said "Well, if I give you three orgasms, can I fuck your tits?" "Honey," I said, still laughing, "If you give me three orgasms you can do whatever you fucking well like to me, because I won't be noticing!" I was, as it turned out, wrong, and I should have realised it. You see, whenever I do cum twice, if he starts at me soon enough to make it happen I haven't come down far enough off the first one to crash, and I'm still buzzing, and I still know what's going on. Otherwise, even he wouldn't be able to do it to me. So yes, I bet him that if he could give me three orgasms in a row, he could treat my tits like he treats my pussy. I'm not even sure why he wanted to: I'm a C-cup, but I'm still not sure that there's enough there to fuck. We don't bother undressing each other sexily. Maybe if wear something to bed because it's cold there'll be a mad scramble in the morning, but we're basically naked as soon as we hit the bedroom (couch, kitchen table or balcony). So he's half stiff already, and I'm moist already with nice tingly nipples already when he straddles me and treats me to one of his trademark head-spinning kisses. When I was gasping for air and damp enough to glisten on the outside, he slid into me so smoothly and easily that if it hadn't hit my brain like a tidal-wave I might not have noticed. But when my body arched so far off the bed I thought my spine would break, and my mouth made gurgling noises because I wasn't, just then, capable of coherent thought, let alone speech, I noticed it. Then he started to pound. I'm lucky, I guess. I have girlfriends who can't cum without direct clitoral stimulation. Most of them, in fact. But not me. No, I can cum just from stroking. And /boy/, does Justin know it. He worked me. I can't think of a good metaphor: There aren't any good ones left. I'm never even sure how he does it. Nobody else was ever able to. I know it has something to do with varying stroke, and pace, and twisting it around a bit, and pushing sideways as well, but I'd need to see footage before I could describe any of it. He worked me, and there was no way on God's green Earth that I was ever going to be able to say no while he was doing it, or do anything other than writhe beneath him, whimpering incoherently as every different thrust or every teasing near-withdrawal dragged out of me the full range of responses from pathetic wail of despair to a near-coherent "OH FUCK!" that took all the breath in my body with it. And then he did something I wasn't expecting, and which screwed my head into such a mess that I wasn't about to recover, either. He withdrew (cue heart-rending wail), then flipped me over like a pillow, grabbed my wrists together in one hand behind my back and slammed into my pussy as though he meant to finish in my throat. I can't stand having my hands pinned down. I can't stand not being able to use them, and the frustration just goes /wham/ right into my libido. It makes me writhe, it makes me gnash my teeth and, if I'm lying on my back, it makes me try and use my breasts to fondle him. It drives me wild, and so therefore it drives every boy I've ever slept with wild as well. And if I'm on my front, I can't see and I can't kiss and my hands are pinned behind me, all you have to do to make me cum is blow on my pussy. I don't know any way to be hornier or to cum harder. And Justin knows it as well. In fact, he worked it out very early on, and uses it every now and again when he feels like playing with my head as well as my flesh. This time, he went so hard that I could barely believe it, even in my nearly-delirious state at the time. I could barely believe that he could keep it up, and I could barely believe that he could do it without cumming. But he didn't have to endure it long, because I rocketed straight from horny-as-all-fuck to fucking-hell-I'm cumming faster than I could believe, as well. It felt as though the top of my head had lifted off, and how I avoided ripping every muscle in my cunt I don't know, but I'm pretty sure the neighbors were asking themselves the same question I yelled so hard. I knew what to expect next, of course. He wanted to make me cum again. And then, after that, again. So he didn't even leave me time to stop spasming about that gorgeous shaft of his. He released my wrists, grabbed my shoulder and leg, and flipped me over again. I'm pretty sure he must have looked after my other arm as well, because I didn't end up lying on it. He ended up lying on me, though. He dropped straight on top of me, slamming me to the bed, and crushing my breasts in a way that made the next orgasm almost a formality. I was expecting him to drive into me, and somehow managed to twist my thighs wide apart to receive him, but instead he slapped his dick on my belly, rocked his hips back and then just started /rubbing/ along my clit. Have you ever had that done to you, girls? Like, before he gets on to getting in? Frustrating as all fuck, isn't it? And effective as all fuck, too, don't try and deny it! He lay on top of me, pinning me down so hard that I couldn't do anything about it, twisted my arms together over my head and held them there with both hands, attached his lips to mine and then rubbed, slowly but hard, grinding the rough, knobbly flesh along the underside of his cock along the top of my cunt, my flesh rolling up to bring my clit into contact just long enough to send a big spike of pure lust right through me and lift me just that little bit higher again. I struggled, I writhed, I tried to throw him off, release my hands and suck his tongue out of my mouth, but he was immobile. Justin is immensely strong, out of all proportion to his size, with a body that might have been chiseled out of steel after clinging off vertical cliffs with no safety rope for half his life, and I may as well have tried to get out of solid steel shackles. I was helpless and I knew it, but there was nothing I could do to stop myself from squirming violently than I could to stop myself feeling that tickle, then glow, then rushing, rampaging, completely unstoppable fucking WHAM of orgasm. In a month of hard fucking, not even Justin had been able to get me to cum twice /that/ fast. I really was blank for a second then, and barely noticed when he mounted over me and twisted around, his hard cock dangling enticingly just out of reach of my lips as his tongue went to town on my pussy. He had my arms pinned with his calves, and I couldn't shake that off either. I couldn't get that delicious meat in my mouth no matter how hard I strained, and when I managed to touch the tip he jerked it smoothly out of the way. His hands were spreading my thighs and pinning them there, and his tongue was taunting my lips, my clit and the very entrance to my hole as only his tongue knew how. I didn't think he could do it. Even then, I didn't think he could do it. I should have known better, but then if I had known better even the presence of his naked body wouldn't have made me confused enough to agree to that bet. It was his cock that did it. It distracted me. I was so busy trying to get a taste that I forgot about what he was doing to my body, and when I realised it was too late. The anticipation might have blocked it, in the bastard way that the mind can, but I didn't have a chance to notice until it was too late. It really wasn't a big orgasm. There just wasn't enough left in me. But it was big enough to leave no doubt about the fact that it was an orgasm. He had done it. The bastard had actually done it. In the lingering glow, while the pleasure was still twisting and writhing inside me and before I crashed, disbelief was probably the strongest emotion inside me, but then that cock was dangling in front of my face again, and this time he was facing me as well. I'll probably never forget the look on his face at that moment. It wasn't a smirk, it was definitely a smile, but it wasn't malicious or self-satisfied. It was just very, very, contented. I think that giving me those three orgasms was just as satisfying as caressing his cock with my pillows was about to be. "Wet it," he said. Wet it? I almost sucked it off at the root before he pulled out, not ungently, and slid back down my body. He needed to use his arms to hold himself up so, gracious in defeat, I grabbed my flesh in both hands and squeezed it together around his and, to my great surprise, there was enough there to properly swallow it. Then he settled down to enjoy himself and, although there was no way that this felt as good as my tight-clenched pussy, he was certainly letting himself go, the happy-goofy look on his face and the sounds he was making were proof of that. I have to admit that even I was getting into it before I felt him twitch in his rhythm, and then his abs clenched even harder than they already were, and then he juddered and, trying to milk the occasion for all it was worth (pun intended!) I raised my head, closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He must have done this before. Well, clearly he had. But he had must have had a fair bit of practice, because it hit me right in the mouth, and I swallowed as fast as it did. The next one wasn't as hard but still landed, the next one trailed down my chin at the end, and then the last three he aimed at my neck. I believe they call it a pearl necklace. Then I collapsed on the bed, and this time I didn't recover. I just fell asleep. I was clean when I woke up, being spooned, with the sun sliding in next morning. "You win," I said when he was half awake. "I kind of liked that. But no trying to get me used to anal sex, right?" "Fuck that," he said sleepily. "Filthy fucking habit." Then he added, while falling back to sleep, "Pun intended." Triple Treats Pt. 01 PREAMBLE. STOP!! If you're looking for a BTB story this is not it. There are heaps out there written just for you, so let this one pass. If you hate stories concerning alternative relationships, the ones involving sex outside of a monogamous marriage, then please find another story. If you detest anything cuckold or hot wife related, simply proceed directly to the end of this fictional piece and do not pass 'GO'. Do not collect 200; just score the obligatory one star and tell me how much you hate me and therefore the first amendment of the United States of America's constitution and we'll all move on. If you need to feel warm and cuddly, are desiring of lovable characters and romantic relationships, go find a Mills and Boon book. This one is perhaps not for you either. If you like conventional real life stories this one might challenge. Better give it a miss. I stupidly thought 'Blackout' was more conventional than 'What the hell' and I was savaged over that comment so now I'm attempting to be clearer in the disclaimer. If there's anyone left still reading, I hope you like your tales out of the box. All my stuff is over the top and hopefully thought provoking. As you may have already realised, I like to write about alternative relationships and try to push the boundaries supposedly contained therein. I had some anonymous dropkick tell me I was on drugs when I wrote 'What the hell...' and that was the best comment I've ever received, because, if you knew just how conservative I actually am, then you'd know how wrong they were. I just laughed and accepted the rant as a compliment to my story telling. I wrote this piece some time ago and I hope that since then my writing style has slowly improved. My editing skills sadly have not. It's amazing how you can read a passage five times over and still fail to pick up on the bleeding obvious. I've actually written more non-erotic pieces than erotic. Okay, I hear the obvious protests... that my stories fail to deliver the erotic... but in my defence I'm still learning the craft. As they say, Rome wasn't built in a day. Sometime soon I might try out the 'action adventure' stuff I've penned, but perhaps we'll do that on a different platform. So, without further ado, and for the two of you still reading, I hope you enjoy the madness of Triple Treats. P.S. If anyone would like to help me with editing and story structure, or anything in general relating to my stories, please let me know... just hold the death wishes. Obviously a second opinion would help me see the many faults in my storylines and point out the lack of character development my critics so readily flag as a major flaw to my struggling endeavours. One of my main difficulties, not being American, is to keep my prose relevant to all who read it. My word processor is 'mother' English Word and as you likely already know, I miss a lot of the alternate spelling. Color in my world is spelt colour... and so on it goes. Anyway, happy reading. Cheers... Arch. ...And I give special acknowledgement to all of the multiples out there, and credit to the wonderful Dahm triplets who inspired this story. ***** TRIPLE TREATS. Intro. Monitors beeped their slow and constant dread. The smell of ammonia and bleach filtered my nasal passages and the slow approach of inevitability hung heavily about us. I clung to my two sisters and wept... we three wept for our loss, the loss of 'our' man, 'our' beautiful husband. He lay there hooked up to sucking tubes and multi-coloured wires and he seemed lost to us. It was a loss not wholly attributable to his physical wellbeing. I collapsed back into a cold vinyl chair and cried for him. What had we done! The distraught anguish etched into my sibling's faces surely reflected my own. I buried my head in my hands, and sobbed as my mind regressed. *** There is an old proverbial saying that 'two's company, three's a crowd'. We tend to disagree, you see; because three is in fact the perfect number. Hi, let me introduce myself. My name is May and I have two sisters; April and June. Yeah, yeah, our parents were real original naming us after those three months of the year. We do often refer to ourselves as number one through three in chronological order of our age. We have to do that sometimes, as a kind of secret code, so that other people don't recognise us. Being May, I'm obviously number two. April is number one and June is three. We have corresponding ink dots tattooed on our tailbones... just above the cleft of our bums. Why all this kafuffle with dots and order? My sisters and I were all born within a half minute of each other... fifteen seconds apart to be precise. (Can you get closer than that?). Yep, we're triplets, identical red haired, freckle brushed, 5'8" green eyed triplets born of the one original egg, but which had split into three. I guess most people would consider us beautiful. I have to say, it's a little weird knowing that when I'm looking at either of my sisters I'm in fact looking at an exact reflection of myself, like some weird hologram. People can't tell us apart, shit even we have trouble! It's difficult to self-appraise, but I'm in the fortunate position that in appraising either sister I am in fact evaluating myself. What I see in either of them is a tall beautifully poised woman with vivid green eyes, a 36D bust sculptured into an hourglass figure and topped off with a nice bum, if I might boast. Think tall, leggy, full busted redheads with a pinch of Charlize Theron's lovely facial features. I must admit we've been blessed in both looks and intelligence, although you may dispute the later once you've read my story. I have no intention of boring you with semantics but some investigation into what led us three to this point, sitting here in this squeaky bleached hospital room... holding our precious man's hand as he fights for life, may be worthy of exploration. So, given our current dilemma, a little history may be in order. We were born to perfectly respectable Catholic practicing church going mid-western parents of Irish descent who themselves were simple people born of the earth and dependant on Mother Nature and the seasons. We think that's how our names were derived, but we will likely never know. Our mother died giving birth to us. To be quite honest the little town hospital wasn't really equipped to carry out what turned out to be a frantic lifesaving (for us) C-section. My poor mother had been in labour for eighteen hours and the bloody doctor kept persisting with a natural birth... which was never going to happen. I guess we were fighting each other to get out; hell we've been competing ever since! So mom's heart finally gave out, mostly due to exertion and blood loss. We three survived, were extracted and then correspondingly 'ink dotted' and tagged. Dad sued the hospital's ass for malpractice, but on the eve of our first birthday, suffering depression and anxiety our dad put a shot gun to his head. He wasn't coping and the support 'system' had failed the poor simple farmer. Pity, because two months after his death the hard fought malpractice suit settled, this likely due to the fallout over his suicide and the ensuing media frenzy concerning three orphaned triplets and the stonewalling of the state's medical board. We three, being the only survivors of our family, received ten million dollars placed in trust. Dad could have hired as much help as he needed, but alas... So we three, being a package deal, were not foster friendly. At least some pencil pusher understood that identical triplets needed to remain together. So we spent time as wards of the state before being eventually packed off to a boarding school for girls. It was here however that life for us improved. We three sisters, as is likely common knowledge concerning identical siblings, kind of work and act in sync. If we were considered primarily intelligent singularly, then multiply that by three, because what one of us might lack, another could, and would, quickly make-up the shortfall. And we fed of each other... like we were almost telepathically connected. So some bright spark decided to have us tested, and yeah, I can boast, we each scored an individual IQ of 165. Actually I got a 166 and both June and April a 164, but hey who's gloating... Okay... so I do remind them constantly and they of course do gang up on me and slap me back down to size... but I love my sisters so much... and I'm sure my words will not convey the emotion I'm feeling right now, just to say that I'm a bit teary eyed. That might give you some idea of just how much I do truly love them. So with those stated IQ's and sucking at each other's brain patterns, our intelligence was likely exponentially greater than tested. Again, you may dispute this having made your own conclusions at the completion of my psychoanalytic tale. A high IQ does not necessarily translate to common sense. They say there is a fine line between genius and madness. That may also be very true. Okay, so we're singled out due to our test results and sponsored through college. We each attained our PHD's and we three are now Doctors. I guess you've figured it out all ready, yep, April's a Gynaecologist... She's Doctor April McIntyre, me, I'm an Obstetrician, Dr May McIntyre and June is a Perinatologist, Doctor June McIntyre. We are all, of course, experts and fully qualified in the field of fertility and IVF and we now own a private medical centre specialising in human reproduction. We also have a passion in pursuing our hobby of genealogy and gemellology; the study of multiples. Yeah, I guess being somewhat freaks of humanity and given what happened to our mother, we were destined to travel down this preordained medical path. We knew that our mom had been struggling to have children and had been given help fertility wise, but to this day we have no idea what the drug was, however we don't think Thalidomide was involved, although our high IQ and unique bonding does suggest a possible 'glitch' in our genes. Thank god we are perfectly formed structurally, although looking back on decisions made; I seriously doubt our mental reasoning. I guess our problem started when, as teenagers, we, like all girls, suddenly realized there was more to boys than the irritating pricks they all were. Our problem, being a package deal and developing somewhat early, was that any interested boy freaked out when, if he tried approaching one of us, he had to take on all three! Now you might laugh thinking that surely three identical hot redheads offered as a three for one deal would be any teenage boy's wet dream, but alas it sent them scampering. Added to the fact that we completed each other's sentences and were impossible to tell apart, the poor bastards had no idea how to approach us and certainly no concept of appropriate interaction. Added to our demise was our excited chatter about quantum physics, genetics and female reproduction systems, and the football savvy boys would just sit slack jawed and boggle eyed. I think the only reason they hung about as long as they did were the sight of three sets of 36d's jiggling beneath tight white tee shirts. Oh well... So our early sex life was disappointing to say the least. At age eighteen we were still virgins! I mean we all wanted it, but as a team, we were denied. Now this is where I blame my less intelligent sisters. One of them, who will remain nameless, came up with an idea and to this day I doubt her sanity, but, hey, as they say in the court dock at sentencing time, 'it sounded like a good plan at the time'. Here is our story, the story of how it all went horribly wrong... **** 1 DOT. "Okay, so here's my idea!" The nameless one bounced excitedly on the bed in her tiny pink baby-doll and matching panties. We need our cherries popped, but what boy wants to bang the three of us together, and how would that work going forward anyway? Society demands monogamous relationships..." The other one, the one in blue, interjected to finish the thought. "So what we need here are three different guys that we can all share! That way none of us misses out on what the other one has, and we all get to experience the same thing, only at separate times!" Hmm... This sounded dodgy. The pink one bounced and clapped. "Yeah, and that way we can all get a little of everything!" "Please explain..." I, the one in the sheer green camisole enquired with raised eyebrows. This already spelt disaster. "Well, when I read those books..." "Like Fifty Shades and stuff..." My head's going back and forth like I was watching a tennis match. Number 'one' and number 'three' were in sync, but I was trailing. "So I like bossy men, and I'd like to be tied up and stuff..." "And I want to be the boss and tie up my man..." Number 'one' continued the thought. Shit my neck ached! "But I don't really like either scenario!" I whined. "EXACTLY!!" Twin voices in perfect sync yelled excitedly. "So you need a more average Joe, I need a more bigger hunky strong man and number One needs a nerdy guy to boss about." Number 'Three' giggled, as if her point was proven. "We need three different men, but we all like the same sort of guy in some way, just not exactly the same..." "So we find three different guys that we all like, and fuck them all!" "You mean separately, not together...?" I was still desperately trying to catch up. "Der, of course not together!" My eldest sister tutted as if doubting my IQ score. "We can't have three ways, it just won't work..." "We tried that already!" The other one chimed. God my neck was getting sore. "What we do is, together we pick out three guys we all like, who all possess a little of something we all want. For example we pick a man who is nice and caring but a bit macho and bossy, for me!" Number 'three' giggled and clapped her hands. The silky pink straps of her diaphanous nighty slid off one shoulder to reveal her left breast. I shook my head dismissively. Of course 'blue' continued the tirade. "And for me, we search out a more submissive guy who I can boss about and..." "And for me, I get Mr Average; is that what you guys have planned?" I huffed. So I was the sensible conservative one. Ok... so I knew that already. "YES!!" Two voices squealed with delight, thinking I was on board. "But we all get a say in all three men, and then..." "We share them... like rotate around as often or as little as we want. None of them will have any clue as to who they're really with or who they're actually fucking, and we just pretend it's the same person..." "Like the macho guy will always think he's with me" Pink chuckled. "But sometimes it will be either of you guys while I sample..." "It'll be like a merry-go-round. Musical poles!" The two giggled in unison... like silly kids. Oh fuck, this had the potential to go pear shaped real quick! "So, let me get this right. You're suggesting we hunt down and select three guys we all like. One will be a bit Dominant, one will be just a normal Joe and the last one will be a bit submissive... is this the plan?" Two excited sisters clapped my comprehension so I continued my appraisal. "Then, just so as we all get to share, we rotate around them... without their knowledge. They'll think they're dating and sleeping with the same girl, only what they don't know is they're actually experiencing three different... yet visually identically... triplets?" I examined their excited faces. "Are you freaking insane!" Two happy faces pouted. I shook my head. I was mentally doing the logistics. "So what if one of us wanted to spend longer with one guy or we get in a fight over..." "We never fight sis!" "Yeah, never! And we could just make a rule that we spend even amounts of time with each, no matter what!" Blue flicked Pink's exposed nipple and she shrieked. June attacked April and soon we were all rolling about yelling and laughing and trying to pull down panties or tickle ribs. Someone managed to get their mop of red hair between my legs and I arched my back and squealed as a sneaky tongue found my button! Hey, don't judge us, we're identical horny girls and from a relatively young age we'd learnt to pleasure each other. It was like self-masturbation I guess; and even though we did it to each other, it felt like it was a personal act. Yeah weird, but hey we were quirks of nature; at least that was our excuse! The lack of involvement with the opposite sex notwithstanding, we, like any normal human beings, enjoyed our sexuality. We also knew, due to our personal close forged relationship, that we were all bisexual, only I had, and I know my sisters shared this feeling, no desire to be with other girls. Sisters and men yes, but not other girls. I guess it felt like we'd be cheating on each other if we slept with girls. Yeah I know... weird hey? So, anyway, the plan was afoot, but copious refining would be required. "Okay, so how do we do this? I understand that together we scope out three guys, but how do we determine their proficiencies and proclivities?" I threw it out there. "Well, June's boy is NOT going to be found in the chess club. We'll find..." "Him at the football or someplace like that. He'll be big and hunky and..." June had a spacy countenance. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah, blah blah. I get it! And we'll find April's boy in the science lab. What about my average Joe..." "He'll be doing neither, just chilling and watching the girls go by. I think we'd find him..." "On the lawn outside the canteen!" Pinkie cried. I couldn't get a friggin word in! "And so as not to confuse them, we'll always stick to wearing our colours!" June clapped. "I'll always wear something pink, April will..." "Wear Blue and..." "You'll wear green!" "And we'll explain this to each guy..." "And he'll think he's always with the same girl, but we'll swap colours..." "Hey I don't want to wear girly pink!" "Well, I have to wear blue and green!" "Okay, okay... chill pills!" I finally called parlay. Shit, the conversation was unbroken but delivered in triplicate! We settled the colour issue finally. There was no way June was giving up pink, so I suggested that when April was imitating June she just wear a pink belt or maybe a pink headband, rather than the pink t-shirt and gym shoes that June always wore, and likewise June could restrict her wearing of the other colours somewhat. I didn't really care, so I could wear as little or as much of their colours just to mix it up. We'd 'suck it and see' how it went, but the odds of non-detection were still stacked against us. But as they say, success favours the brave! * I still remember the excitement of that first day, sitting in the bleachers watching a football game, a game we'd never had any interest in nor cared one iota about. But then, we weren't there for the game! People looked at us bemused, as usual, because the sight of three identical redheads conversing in sync and acting as silly as wheels was surely worth the price of admission. We carried on oblivious to the stares, pointing at... blushing at... and whispering the attributes of anything within vision and who obviously sported a sizable penis. Our giggles were incessant. Finally we all settled on one guy. He was a big boy; a man mountain type. I was worried that, if what lay secured in his jock strap reflected the enormity of his external bulk, and if it did, it'd certainly kill us! "I want him!" Pink went all gooey eyed. "Shit girl! Are you trying to savage us?" Blue, aka April gasped, checking the hulk out. "I admit he looks handsome... but probably taken..." I offered in shit-sacred partial denial. "I'll find out!" Pink never did lack in social grace! She skipped right up to the Matterhorn and flounced her cuteness. That's not to say we were 'cute' per se, it's just that June had her hair in pigtails tied with pink bows and she wore a tiny pleated white skirt beneath the customary light pink cotton T-top and her cute look was finished off with those girly pink and white gym shoes and little white ankle socks. Triple Treats Pt. 01 "Hello, I'm June, are you taken?" She cooed. "Huh...?" "Do you have a girlfriend...?" "Maybe, why, are you available?" "Yep!" Okay, so what red blooded male was ever going to pass up the opportunity to get inside a cute redhead's panties when she was flaunting her gorgeous 36d's at the poor helpless besotted bastard. He glanced over at us and we quickly feigned disinterest, checking out the dancing cheerleaders, all of which I realised paled in comparison to my still cooing sister in pink. His name was Barry Edmonds and he was all macho male, just what June had ordered! I mean I was a bit intimidated and I know April probably imagined him as a threat to her own slightly Dominant persona, but she, like me, watched with fascination as June went to work capturing our first 'mate'. "So, what do you guys think, he's pretty hunky hey?" "Yeah... real..." I stammered. "Big?" April squeakily finished by observation sounding a touch overawed. * Pink was doing a jig around our dorm room. "I got a date tonight, so I'll report back tomorrow captain!" She skipped up to April and saluted. I shook my head; the girl was all giddy and loopy. We fussed over her appearance, fluffed and nipped, painted and plucked. "Hey, leave some hair down there! Remember, how I look tonight is how you have to look when it's your turn!" Shit, in my exuberance to defoliate the slut I'd forgotten about that! I looked down at the small pile of wiry red curls I'd just snipped from her pubis and briefly considered superglue... and reattachment. Maybe I didn't really want my turn? She skipped away into the evening looking delighted and expectant. April and I just looked at each other somewhat horrified! We'd created a monster! We were way too anxious to sleep. It was like we were missing a limb, or a vital piece of ourselves, so we waited and waited and... It was 1am when Sister number 'three' waltzed in the door... well, perhaps waltzed was an inept description. She did appear excited and jubilant, but she waddled like a duck! We rushed her and group hugged. She smelt weird, like all male cologne and sweaty and... she stank of sex! "Um, I've been a bit naughty..." "Did you do it!" "On your first date!?" "Hmm, hmm." "You slut!" "Well, at least I'm the only one here who is NO LONGER A VIRGIN!!" June pirouetted about waving her arms like she might fly. Her declaration made me feel funny inside, a mix of jealousy and wantonness engulfed me. "Oh my god, it was fantastic. His cock his humongous and big and enormous and everything." Her sing-song description clearly conveyed excitement. The silly mad slut had just used three similar analogies, but the point was nevertheless extrapolated. My pussy twinged. Yes, my fifteen second younger sibling had got a cock in her first, and that was just plain annoying. She was one up, and the playing field needed levelling! "So, when's your next date?" "Tomorrow night... I must have did good!" "Done good, it's done good." I reiterated when she looked at me inquisitively. "No, It's did good. I did good..." "That's not what you said, you..." "Hey, for god's sake May, she's just done climbing off a cock and you're pissed about her use of the English language?" April shook her head wearily. Pink giggled. "So, who goes next?" Me and April instantly pointed to each other. I think she was as petrified as me. So I sucked it up and volunteered. Five minutes later I wanted to renege! June had jumped on the bed. "Hey sisters, come and see my poor pussy! It looks like the grand canyon!' June announced this fact with enthusiasm, now perched on her bed with her tiny skirt rucked up about her waist, legs up and feet planted with knees adrift. Her undies sat in a wet heap beside her, like a flag lost in battle. "He really got me didn't he? God, me thinks me orgasmed about a gazillion times!" The little slut appeared jubilant! I peered in at her red raw hole and shuddered, subconsciously wanting to pick her up on her further debasement of the English tongue and to chastise her on the constant and ridiculous exaggerations, but I was horrifically spellbound! She was fingering her excited clit, and looked up grinning... I felt ill. * And so it was, dressed in a pink bow and sliding along in June's pink runners that I walked the green mile to Barry's apartment. He was pretty rich, well his parents were, and Barry not only had a scholarship, but he had his own pad! The distance of that one street block felt like the proverbial mile and when I finally clasped the door knocker white knuckled, I was cold sweating. Shit, if little miss pink could do it, so could I. Just needed to grow a set is all. Funny enough the idea of losing my virginity had lost all appeal! KNOCK... KNOCK... The door flew open. Big enormous, gigantic, humungous Barry Edmonds grinned down at me like a giant. I glanced about nervously checking for a beanstalk... and possible escape! "Hi gorgeous, come on in..." Said the spider to the fly! "Um, hi Barry..." I actually silently thought 'Um you don't know me, but I'm pinkie's sister, so go easy...' Nevertheless I forged on bravely. "How are you, like, I mean... are you good... It's good to meeet... err, I mean see you again..." He chuckled and dragged me inside. "So June, how are your sisters?" "Oh, good, you know..." "You look a little... unsettled. Was last night too much for you?" "Um no... it was good... all good..." I was squeaking. "Okay, well let's get right to it hey...?" I thought perhaps a game of chess might be more appropriate, like best out of ten? "Uh, alright, I guess." "You seem to have lost your enthusiasm you little slut. Not so chirpy tonight?" "Err..." "Hey no sweat girl; just get your pretty-self nice and naked for me, and bend over the bed baby. I'll give you a good hard pounding again and send you back home happy." Oh shit... I tried to sound confident but could only emit a squeak. "Um, okay..." * 2 DOTS. I shimmied shyly out of my panties and tied to cover my oversized tits. I needed two hands to accomplish this, leaving my sex open for perusal. And peruse he did. Barry looked bemused as I stood shaking at the knees. Shit, I hoped April and shaved me the same as June! He twirled his finger, instructing me to turn. I shuffled about seemingly bound in leg irons. "Fuck you got a nice ass girl; and those tits..." "Thanks..." I think... "Okay baby, bend over and let's get you nicely fucked." He chuckled! I think my legs were going to give out. Glancing between my now hanging and lazily swaying breasts I watched him slowly undress. When his fire hose unreeled, I nearly made a break for the fire escape! The only thing securing me was the forlorn knowledge that my little sister had taken that 'thing' and if she could do it so could I! I gritted my teeth, swore allegiance to god and country, and steeled myself for the upcoming penetration of my maidenhood. I was going home a 'virgin no more', of that I was certain. Thank goodness he played with my pussy for a while. I was dryer than the Mohave. "Poor little slut, you seem anxious! We'd that little minx go who was bouncing on me like a bunny all last night?" He was amused! Should I come clean and tell him 'bunny' was at home sulking. I watched enthralled as he stretched a rubber over that impressive nuclear missile. I'd come to see many big dicks in my later years in medicine, but this one definitely ranked in the top five percentile. Note to self. Kill bunny for choosing this to be our first! "Here we go beautiful..." "Ooohhhh!!" The head touched me, pushed into my flowery folds and sawed across my clit. His big hands found my heavy hanging breasts and twirled the knobs. Someone or something drove a dagger into my brain, and poor brain switched off momentarily, handing the launch codes to clever clitty. She just smiled, said thank you very much, and friggen launched! I howled as my very firsthand, physically male induced orgasm, smashed into me and swept me out to oblivion. God, one second I'm a camel looking for moisture in a dry place, and the next a tsunami got me! When that fat head pushed against my tunnel I bellowed again. Shit, was this even normal!? The second orgasm rolled lazily over the first one, sweeping all before it. Somewhere amidst the ensuing carnage, that massive 'thing' had sunk between my quivering lips, stretched my entrance to gargantuan proportions and penetrated to some ungodly depth within! "Good girl," a base baritone voice boomed, "only seven more inches to go..." He grunted some more, pulling my ass open... attempting to claim new unclaimed territory. "Oh god... It's too big... I can't..." Big hands gripped my bum cheeks holding me steady. I tried to scamper. He chuckled and grunted as he slammed in hard. I knew then, in that defining moment as I screamed to the stars above; that I had forever escaped the land of the virginal! "That's it baby, good chicken, now just relax and enjoy." I could see the smirk. How could this possibly be enjoyable! There was a probe up my vagina and it was scarping against my tonsils! He was sliding back out, seeming to pull my innards out with him. Then the slow advance forward again. I wanted to fly the white flag. Help, I surrender! "Yes baby, that's it... A fat finger found my shrinking clit, and suddenly she was marching back into battle, her little button head held high! "Ohh... shit!!" Amidst the devastation, came renewed hope. He started stroking, in long never ending strokes. Pain morphed. Pleasure encroached. The tide retreated and that soul destroying wave approached once more. I feared imminent death! Big male hands found both my swaying tits, and holding them like grab handles on a bus; he pulled me upward as he began slamming harder into me. I expected that, whatever it was clubbing poor clitty to death, that they were huge, heavy, and likely resembled wrecking balls. My mind peered up nervously as the wave curled ominously above. This one was going to dump me hard! "Oh fuck this cunt's tight..." Gritted teeth hissed. Well der, quantum physics would suggest that if one were to force ram a cannon through the eye of a needle it would be tight. Stupid man! "Ahhhhhh!!" I blacked out momentarily. I knew I did, because time shifted. The constant slapping behind me skipped a beat. My toes cramped and my eyes back-flipped as that wondrous orgasm took hold, caressed me briefly and then threw me like a ragdoll against the rocks. I was a broken thing gasping for air as that big cock relentlessly pounded me senseless. Finally, thanks to all things holy, Barry started cursing as my jelly-like body was just hammered back and forth, held somewhat in place by big hands clasping at squashed tits... so as to enable impalement over and over... and over. I was a mere passenger clinging to consciousness. He bellowed and rammed and then froze. His dick seemed to grow six sizes as it went off, somewhere deep inside me, possibly breaching my battered womb. The detonation triggered yet another mind numbing orgasm and given that my mind was already fucked, it hurt like hell... like I'd had a close up encounter with a bus! Things went hazy. Someone or something lowered me carefully to the bed. Sometime later, with a glass of water and what may have been half a pack of paracetamol now sloshing in my tummy, I was riding that cock cowgirl style and yelling yahoo!! Barry laughed at me! Shit, I didn't care, this sex thing was great! He grabbed my tits to stabilise them, fearing their oscillating momentum might g-force me sideways and cause an unauthorised docking sequence. We both chuckled. He reached down and thumbed my clit. I stopped chuckling and began crying almost instantly; crying out in unfiltered lust as my seemingly gazillionth orgasm clamed me! I clamped his cock with every sinewy fibre within me, gritting my teeth and tightening my already clenched fists. Barry squealed like a girl as his cum spewed into the third condom for the night. When he started breathing again he looked up at me all cross-eyed as I kicked his ribs attempting to spur my GG back into action! Unfortunately my steed was stuffed; dog food bound. I even yelled giddy up, but he was knackered. Shit, useless men. I climbed off and poked at the limp thing. Yep, dead as a maggot! Barry grabbed my arm and pulled me in. "Fuck girl, you've nearly killed me. That's the best pussy I've had in a day. The one last night nearly killed me too. Funny how I've taken the same girl's cherry twice in two days though. What a miracle of nature!" I blushed as red as a beetroot dipped in ketchup. Oops... We didn't think that through! With a bloody combined IQ bordering 500, we forgot that once a hymen is 'speared', it don't come back over night! "Umm..." Now, why don't you toddle off home and let me recover. I guess 'one dot' is coming over tomorrow? I nodded sheepishly. "You saw our dots?" "Hard to miss when I'm pounding you doggy." "Err... Sorry..." "Why the hell are you sorry?" He grinned. "Well, we kind of mislead you and..." "Girl... um, I'm sorry but I'm not sure exactly who you..." "Oh, yeah, I'm May, that was June last night, and I guess you'll be seeing April tomorrow?' "God I hope so, if I can recover in time. You don't have to apologize May, you girls are truly awesome fucks, and you should be proud. I just want to say thank you for considering me to be your 'combined' first, and I will remember you all fondly, so thank you." Barry arched up and we kissed mouths. First time I'd kissed a boy, and I liked it! Hmm, he did smell nice; all macho and manly. I was giddy excited when I rushed into our dorm room. It was 1:30am, and just like last night my sisters were waiting anxiously. I rushed them squealing and we danced a trio. "So, you did it May! He was really ginormous wasn't he?!" June eyes were wide. Note to self. Never put my sister in her place again with her misuse of exaggerated terms. She was so spot-on! "Oh god yes." I pulled up my little skirt to boast of my exploits. My panties had gone AWOL. "Wow May, that looks sore?" April lightly fingered my gaping canyon. "I could get my fist up here, and not even get it wet. I knew I was soaked, so her reference made sense. I was hugely stretched. "Anyway the jigs up. Barry knows it was June last night and me tonight..." "But how..." "You wore pink, so..." "Idiots, how many times can you take a girl's virginity...?" "Oops..." "So, is that it... like am I out..." "No, not by a long shot! He wants to take you tomorr... I checked my watch... tonight. He's expecting you. He wants to set a new record, three identical cherries in less than forty eight hours!" "We could send June back and..." April looked petrified. "Oh, no you don't! No wimping out you chicken." "All for one and one for all!" June crowed. "There'll be no virgins around here after tomorrow night! For a big bossy sister, you're pretty pathetic." I kissed April's forehead condescendingly. "And besides, Barry's seen our dots. He'll know if it's not you..." "It's time for a pussy stretching my lovely..." Stupid June rubbed her hands and did a twirl of exuberance. "Virgins no more...!" I yelled and did a jig with June. April looked deathly pale. ** The following night might have appeared humorous to the untrained eye. Two identical sisters shoved a third identical, only a much paler sister, down the block and up the path to the front door of Barry's abode. She'd tried to run once but I got her in a headlock. "Hello girls... and April..." Barry grinned as June and I panted from excursion, holding April in place so she didn't bolt. "Are you ready for a hard deflowering beautiful...?" He chuckled when April shook her pretty head vigorously and whimpered. "That's a good girl; bring her on in June, May." Barry smiled at each of us correctly. Of course, we were in our colours... and he knew that pink must be June... "But I'm not feelin..." "We shoved our big bossy sister inside." "Strip her naked, hold her down and let's get this thing done... so we can have some proper fun..." Barry winked at me and I grinned and blushed. June was going loopy. We overpowered my frantically wriggling older sibling, and eventually got the dress off her. June laughed as she pulled her sisters panties down while I held her reverse prostrate on the bed, camped heavily over her ample chest. "What's all this then?" Barry chuckled as he grabbed at the substantially hairy mound and pulled Aprils hips up by her vivid red pubic hair. "How come she doesn't look like you two?" "We couldn't hold her still enough to shave her. She's a big scaredy cat." June chirped. "Am not!" I sat heavier on April's bare tits. I might have forgotten my panties and I could feel one nub burrow up my pussy! I chuckled. "Well, stop resisting. Barry's cock is going up you baby, whether you like it or not. We're in this together remember?" "Yeah, but maybe next week, or at Christmas..." "Barry, we bought some lube because we expected this. I'll just shove some up her hole, and then you can just fuck her senseless. Silly slut has no idea how much she's gunna enjoy this." June squeezed a heap of gel onto her palm and proceeded to work it up my sister's identical pussy. She started to make dove noises and I knew then that she'd be fine. She was a randy little slut like us, just hiding behind her apprehension. The first glazing of cock over cunt resulted in deep sated moans and, true to form, just as I'd done and I expected June also, April arched and started to vibrate. Soon she was immersed in orgasmic bliss, jumping about trying to catch that big cockhead with her hungry rampant pussy. "Good girl, I whispered in her ear. June held one leg back and I latched onto the other, holding each one high and wide like handlebars as Barry worked his way into her wet slushiness. "Oh god, it's too big... its' splitting me... ohhhh..." We all laughed as a really big orgasm grabbed a hold on her, and shook her senseless. Soon Barry was carving her up with a frantic pounding that actually had me clenching my teeth. God, had he done that to me? Fuck, no wonder I was so raw... Whatever Barry was doing, April seemed to be in heaven. She just surfed from orgasm to orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her. I was getting tired of holding her legs back, so I telepathically signalled June and we let our squealing sister's floppy legs rest on Barry's shoulders and we toddled off and made a cup of tea, leaving her to her pounding. We sat back, high fived and enjoyed the debauchery. He fucked her missionary, legs flailing, then doggy and finally the grand finale, he scissor fucked her as he lay in behind her and slammed her so hard the apartment shook. I think poor April had succumbed to unconsciousness about fifteen minutes prior to Barry's release... she'd gone deathly quiet! Stupid slut should have realised he'd have longer staying power after spending the two previous night's emptying his balls into us. No wonder her IQ score was so low! We fetched Barry two cans of Red Bull, which he dutifully downed before grabbing the unconscious looking slag and pushing his depleted cock down her gasping mouth. Soon, with the help of her poor pretty dishevelled head as a source of self-masturbation, he was ready to go again. I felt sorry for my silly sister, so I offered her a can of Red Bull too, and in no time she'd perked up! She had her wings back, and for the next hour we witnessed the systematic destruction of big bad Barry! She was indescribably insatiable, and I feared we'd woken the dragon. In fact, the longer she bounced, sucked and screamed the more animate she become. After his fourth release, Barry tapped out, pleading for mercy! Triple Treats Pt. 01 It may have appeared humorous to the untrained eye, but the plight of two sisters dragging their reluctant identical sister back home at 2am in the morning was a serious undertaking. "But I want more cock!" She screamed into the silent night. "Come on baby, your lust drunk, too much sex for April makes April a sex drunk slut. It's time for bed beautiful." "But I need cock..." She pouted needily, trying to drag us back up the street. "I know you do lovely, but no more tonight... maybe next Christmas..." She twisted trying to escape our clasp. Of course we cracked up. Who knew, we were cock hungry sluts; all for one and... ** 3 DOTS. Well, as they say, you live and learn. I'm not sure that Barry was a mistake though, because, thanks to him we had experienced sex, beautiful sex in all its perfect wondrous glory. We were three sexually liberated girls, virgins no more. Whore's R US! "So, like we now need to start again." Pinkie girl announces chirpily. "What, another dominant type? Why don't' we go after 'average Joe' first this time?" "Okay. But we need to put three dots in me and in Pinkie." I explained. "If we get it doggy 'Joe' might become suspicious." "Yep, we all need to look identical." Pink perked cheerfully. We two young ones eyed the older one. She squirmed uncomfortably, knowing what was coming. God, for such a big bossy britches; she sure was a coward. "You have to be waxed girl!" We gang tackled her and brought her down screaming. We had her stripped naked in no time and with me wrestling her into submission, June proceeded to slap hot wax strips over April's nether region ripping away merrily while big Sis squealed and ranted blasphemous abuse. Finally the deed was done and I propped a mirror up for her to examine the resultant denuding. She opened herself wide for inspection and appeared quite proud of 'her' efforts. Sheesh! *** So lunch times hanging out on the grass in front of the canteen became common practice. It wasn't until 'week two' that we spotted our mark. I nudged June, June nudged April and April tapped me. There he was. 5'10", (I guessed later when I stood next to him) slick black hair combed back and chewing a blade of grass. He had that Clooney thing going on. He was a good looking guy. More investigation required! Enter Inspector Clouseau... yes that's me! It was only right, considering that my actual 'recognised' boyfriend was to be Mr Joe Average. Of course my sisters would be dating him as well, but he was by all intent, mine. In his brain he'd always see me, May, at his side and he'd never expect that he was actually dating, dining, wining and even fucking three different, albeit identical, three dotted women. "Hi there, would it be okay if I sit here?" He glanced up surprised. I'm sure my little sundress was a tad short and he could glance up at my panties if he wanted to, but he didn't. Good move. I respected him already. "Sure, be my guest, um... I'm Joe." I smiled. Of course you are my darling. You couldn't be more perfect. "Hi, I'm May. Some people call me the 'green triplet'." "Yeah, I've seen you guys around campus. Hi May." His smile was nice; comfortable... he felt... average. We shook hands, and I noticed a little uncertainty. Good, not a macho dominant a-hole. "So, you've seen us around, I guess we're hard to miss; the three demure and dorky pale skinned identical redheads." I did my shy thing. Blink, blink. "You are kidding?" He appeared flabbergasted. "Is that what you guys think? God you three are so hot you scorch the ground you walk on!" Come to mommy baby! "No way Joe, nobody wants to know us. We don't have any boyfriends you know, so we..." "You're got be yanking my chain! You girls are so hot I assumed guys would be following you around with their tongues hanging out. I would perhaps consider you... intimidating... never dorky or uncool." He appeared genuinely puzzled. "You guys don't have boyfriends!?" "Nope, nil, zilch... No one wants us!" "Is that because you come as a package deal?" He seemed concerned. "Nope, I'm my own identity, what they do is their business." I glanced over at my sisters who were attempting, unsuccessfully, to appear disinterested. "Really, well... I don't suppose you might like to go out with me sometime, like to get a meal or... perhaps go to the movies?" "What, get out of here Joe! You want to go out with me? Where's your girlfriend?" I pretended to look about seemingly distressed. We already knew... no girl for our Joe. "Well, I'm kinda between girls right now. My ex dumped me for a footballer. Says I'm too boring..." "Are you boring?" "Well, I try not to be, but I can't compete with the fast cars and heavy scenes that Mandy seemed to want. I guess I'm a bit conservative, but I'm sure I can..." "No Joe, you're prefect just the way you are, and don't let anyone convince you otherwise. Do you play sport?" "Well... actually I hate football..." "And..." I pressed for more. "I'm a pretty good swimmer..." "So, what movies do you like..." The rest my friends, was like landing a sardine on a shark line with a tiny hook. Twenty minutes later, I... we... had our first boyfriend! "So just remember Joe, if you see any of us three around, I'm always in green or have green trimmings, April is always in blue, and June is the cute pink one. That way you will never mix us up. I might be embarrassing if you do. Would you like to come over and meet them?" "Yeah, sure. God I can't believe this, you guys are the hottest chicks on campus, and..." "Hey, we might not get along... so let's just play it by ear first, okay?" "Sure, um... May, could I hold your hand..." Of course I smiled; the smile of a shark. Got you my little fishy! *** "So, how was the date?!" April enquired excitedly. "Hey girl... yeah cool, we had a nice dinner and went to a movie." I dumped the purse and flopped down onto the couch and flipped open my laptop. "He's a real gentleman, funny, intelligent and interesting. You'll like him, not as much of a pushover perhaps as you'd like, but asked nicely he'd do anything for you and he will also take charge of a situation if pushed to do so." I opened my 'Joseph Slazenger Profile' page and started filling in our previously discussed evaluation report. 'Jewish descendant, smart, money savvy, likes all things Marvel, favourite colour... green (I smiled), favourite food...' And so on I typed. 'Some smart ass prick tried to chat me up, but Joe muzzled right in and told the fuckwit to piss off. He'd fight for us if provoked'. 'Favourite actress... Karen Gillan... (Another smile ensued... Was it her red hair? Or was it that he liked Guardians of the Galaxy?) 'Wants to major in accountancy and finance...' "So, when is it my turn?" April was looking over my shoulder as I typed George Clooney in as favourite actor. "Hey, that one's interesting..." "Yeah, says he gets told a lot that he looks like him, so I guess that's why." "Fair enough, shoot us the completed profile and make sure you add any other points of interest that Pinkie and me may need to know. We don't want to tip him off too early. Once we've all been with him a while we should naturally become more familiar and accustomed to him and his peculiarities." "Ten four Will Robinson." I saluted. "Hey, can I fuck him on the first date." April asked brightly. I feared for my older sister's new found slutishness. "No you whore, for fuck's sake, take it slow! We're supposed to be forming long term bonds, and besides, I found him so I get to fuck him first. Back off bitch!" I chuckled at her pout. "We'll all 'do' him eventually. Now, we need to find your guy real soon, so have you been scoping out the talent?" Pinkie was lying on her bed engrossed in campus year pictures and brief descriptions of the male members of the chess club, the robot fighting club, the self-propulsion society and 'Geeks Incorporated'. "Hey Sis, what about this pathetic brainiac?" She swivelled her pad and enlarged a head shot of a pimply kid in glasses. "Wow, he's cute! I'll cut his hair and tidy him up a bit, and who knows... What's his IQ?" "He's claiming 155." "Hmm... a bit down for me, but he might have other attributes, like a big cock!" I wacked April across the head. "You're out of control, for someone who was a scaredy cat and..." "Didn't want anything to do with Barry..." June continued my sentence. "You sure as hell..." "Hey, a girl can change her mind. It's a woman's prerogative. I've realized that I like cock and that I was silly and..." "Scared shitless!" "Yeah, well... So what's this little geek doing and where can we find him?" "We need to check out the nuclear fusion lab. He's on the team doing that particle bombardment shit, you know, splitting atoms with gamma rays." "Clever little bunny, okay, let's go! We're hunting for wabbits!" Her Elmer J Fudd impersonation was crap! We eventually found our mark, squirreling around the lab like a rat in a long white coat. We watched for a while through the lab windows. "Wow, he looks puuurfect!" My grinning doe eyed older sister purred. Simon Fenwick was indeed the ultimate geek. His glasses were too big for his head. His hair was a mass of black curls. One pimple, the big one on his chin required immediate squeezing. At 5'7" he was small and thin, a little mousy, but in his own way, quite cute and just what a dommy sister required in a mate. As children we'd had dolls and teddy bears like all kids, well perhaps given our poverty early on, the quantity may have been in short supply, but yes, we enjoyed dolls. But April's teddy was always a tiny tread bare pathetic looking thing with beady eyes, whilst Pinkies was this ridiculous ginormous brute of a bear covered in what could only be described as shag-pile carpet. As for mine, he was, well more like your average bear. So this cute specimen scampering about the lab had much potential in April's eyes. She would already be imagining cutting his hair and stripping him bare-assed and then cuddling him in close and purring like a kitten as she toyed with her little mouse. "Okay, I'm going in there... this one's mine." The look on Simon Fenwick's face was awesome. His beady eyes goggled beneath the magnification of the bottle tops, and his jaw gaped. I guessed it was not an everyday occurrence that his lab door swung open to admit a fiery ringlet strewn redhead wearing a tight bluish aqua t-shirt stretched to manufactures limits over jiggling D tits and a little skirt fit only for a streetwalker... that flounced inappropriately about her upper thighs. She walked straight up to him, pulled a tissue from a box on the bench and squeezed that pesky pimple out while her poor 'future toy boy' swayed in place, his feet hard riveted to the linoleum and eyes boggling like dinner plates! When April strode from the spotless white and chrome room three minutes later, Simon was still swaying in place, somewhat spaced but wearing the prefect pink stamp of glossy lipstick on one blushed cheek. The bulge beneath the crotch of the lab coat looked impressive. It should have, seeing how April had clamped her hand over it and given the 'goods' a solid evaluation! "Got me a hot date! Thursday, 7pm at the Steak and Reef." She winked and strode away on clicking heels. We totted along behind giggling like girls. That's two down and one to go. If we hadn't fucked up with Barry, we'd be three for three. But it was imperative to our future plans that our boyfriends were oblivious to the fact that they would actually be dating three sisters concurrently, albeit singularly. While April attended her first date with my Joe, (his perceived second with me) Pinkie and me trolled the football teams, the baseball squads and even the gym membership lists searching for a hunk that satisfied our requirements. I never realised how hard it is to find a guy over 6'4" and who's weight was around 220 with an IQ above 120. The IQ bit was rarely available knowledge, but Pinkie was pretty good at hacking into entrance submissions and quite often they stated an IQ rating, especially when attached to scholarship football players. She narrowed her selection to three guys, two of whom were black! "You're fucking with me... You want to go black?" I had to admit the idea was left of field, but my pussy tingled! Hmm, a handsome big dark skinned hunk sawing a massive ..." "Why not, I think it would be really hot! Black guys have really big..." "Is that all you ever think about girl! You're terrible June!" Hmmm... big ebony cock, stretching and... "Oh, get off your high horse May. You'd love it too. I can see your eyes wobbling." "Are not! Just a bit... tired?" Maybe she'd go for that. Nope... the slut dived on me and rammed her hand up under my panties. Bugger, sprung! *** The midnight hour clicked on the wall clock. The door flew open and April glided in and pirouetted. Where her undies MIA?! "So, you did you have a nice date?" "Hmm, hmm." More aeroplane impersonations ensued. "Fuck, you didn't do him... did you?" I'd kill the slut! "Nooo..." "You look guilty, spill!" "Calm down, I didn't fuck him... just kissed his... thingy." "YOU WHAT!!" June and I chimed in unison. "Oh come on, what's the big deal. I just licked it... well I might have sucked it a bit, well a lot actually... but I didn't swallow!" "You slut, it was your first date!" "Well, actually it was your second." April grinned and winked, pulling my green blouse out of her jeans and proceeding to unbutton the thing. "Second dates should advance to second base." "I believe that's third... what happened to second?" "Yeah, definitely third." Pinkie interjected. "But if you say it's second, then what's first?" The green blouse was cast onto my bed then the straining bra was unclasped and it breathed certain relief as it too was relegated to the floor amidst the rest of her shit. "Kissing is first, hand job is second, oral is third and fucking like bunnies is fourth." Pinkie counted off her fingers. April pulled her own sheer pale blue chemise over her head and wriggled and tugged the skimpy thing over her big tits. Her spiked nipples refused to play ball, and got hung up under the stretched rim. "No, cock in mouth is second, cock up bum is fourth" April plonked down and looked exasperated at our lack of understanding about 'bases'. "So what's up third, I mean what's third? Cock in pussy?" I queried. "And who's on first?" Pinkie sounded confused. "What?" So, the upside of the sluts date was that I was now at the 'oral base' with my boyfriend, whatever number that friggin base was! "So, it's my turn when?" Pinkie was bouncing. I feared a catastrophe. If my older sister was a slut, then the parameters fencing Pinkie were indeed undefined. "You'll date Joe on Thursday while I do my boy... not 'do' my boy, I mean date the cutie." April corrected her 'mistake' quickly. "I'll date Simon and you'll have Joe." "Hey, I'll be home alone!" I pouted. I noticed Pinkie was salivating. "And June honey, no more bases with Joe!" I gave her my death-ray stare. "What... that's not fair. I want to at least suck his cock, she got to do it!" She pointed out the culprit who in retaliation stuck out her tongue. "Bitch..." A pillow skidded off April's skull. "All right, okay, you can suck my boyfriend's cock, but no bouncing... okay!" I glared hoping the ferociousness of my demeanour might scare the skank shitless. "Can I bounce just a little tiny..." "NO!! No bouncing! Sucking... okay, but no nookie! I'm trying to ease into my relationship, but slut girl here decided to push the envelope to third." "Second!" "Whatever..." I launched another pillow. Oops, Mistake!! A half hour later I was searching for my panties! The place resembled a chicken farm! At least I'd gotten Aprils undies off and my finger into her bum-hole, but then they ganged up on me and Pinkie sat on my head and drove her musty wet crotch all over my face, and used my nose as a clitoral stimulator. The bitch actually orgasmed! I wanted to come too, but the other bitch would drive her fingers up me only to back off just as I was peaking and leave me gasping and needy! I swear her time would come! So I sat alone Thursday night drooling over pictures of hunky black men and seething at the knowledge that my sisters were out on dates. God help me, if Pinkie bounces... *** 4 DOTS. "His cock is dreamy!" That was April's first utterance in the evaluation of her cute geek, Simon. "What, you saw his cock on your first date...?" I gasped. "Huh ha. It's pretty big, for a little skinny guy!" "Well size is not always proportional to..." "Joe's cock is pretty, but not huge, more average." Pinkie piped up. "What, you didn't..." I started. "I made him undress so I could play with him and..." April was talking oblivious to my converse with Pinkie. "I only sucked his..." "You undressed Simon, and played... hey, what! You sucked his..." My neck ached from trying to keep up with the two independent but synchronized deliveries. "I wanted to check out his cock, and like determine its usefulness." April pouted. Pinkie added. "Yeah, and I swallowed all his yummy cum, so he'll expect that again on his next date..." "Fuck, you greedy slut Pinkie! I've now evolved from hand-holding in the movies to cum swallowing on my second date! Thanks a million!" I death rayed her. My sister chuckled and did her blinky pouty innocent shit... kinda like I do... okay, exactly like I do. "Well it's really your fourth date May..." "I used a tape measure, and told Simon that if didn't measure up he was out!" I'm sure April had no idea I was still fuming at June. "What's the cut off size Sis." Pinkie enquired perkily. "Seven inches, but he made it easily! Eight point two!" "Wow, so can I bounce him straight up?" "Sure. I'm not all gooey and possessive like May." I rolled my eyes as she smirked. "Just grab him, strip him and ride his pole girl! He'll last about thirty seconds, but then he's good for hours. Must be those gamma rays ricocheting about his lab!" "Ooh... goodie, zero to fourth on my fist date... cool!" "Third..." April corrected. "Hey you guys, can we get serious on finding number three?" I needed to change the subject. If the two sluts were intent on banging poor Simon as soon as they walked in the door and as soon as they stripped the poor bastard naked, then I'd have to do the same, all in the cause of maintaining continuance. Bloody hell! Talk about jumping in the deep end! "Well, how about we head over to the basketball centre and check out this one. Pinkie held the image aloft. She'd even checked the guy's Facebook status. Yes, the big muscled black African-American athlete, Jeremiah J Johnstone, was currently single and... interested! **** We watched a game featuring the 'target'. He was a big boy and wow, could he jump! He may have lacked the supersize of his team mates, but for a guy of 6'5" and 220, he moved like a big black cat... a panther, a panther tank cat... I was oozing downstairs. Shit. Okay, so I had a bit of submissive in me too... so bite me! Of course Pinkie was off her nut, salivating and clapping his every possession. Her squeals actually had him turning to check out the source of the infatuation. When he grinned that massive white smile I swear June melted. The little tart waltzed up to him after the game and actually stroked his massive sweating biceps like she was tentatively feeling the smooth flawless texture of black marble, sculptured my some great Italian master. She bounced about besotted as he talked. Only once did Jerry glance our way, and of course the two of us looked away quickly and hopefully inconspicuously, to check out the pigeon pooping from up on the cross beam. Triple Treats Pt. 02 The story continues... I hope there's someone still reading... **** 6 DOTS. And so, madness begat madness. April marched into Simon's lab on Valentine's day; lip locked the startled guy and jammed a ring on his finger and firmly announced "I DO!" before she strode back out of the room, skirt swinging and heels clicking. Simon examined his engagement ring and smiled a goofy grin a plastic surgeon couldn't possibly succeed in removing given a meat cleaver. He hadn't uttered a word. We three giggled in the corridor as we clattered off to find our next victim... I mean potential husband! One down, two to go! ****** "Um, Joe, we'll be graduating and moving on soon... Is there something you'd like to say to me?" "Well... I..." Joe was no dunce. In fact he was a very smart guy; just needed the occasional discreet push. I hoped I was achieving 'discreet' when I judiciously hit him over the head with an encyclopaedia of medicine! "Well, I suggest you get me a ring!" "Um... okay!" His 'surprise' proposal two days later at Mario's on Third was cute. I knew it was coming, god I'd proposed it, but he shuffled about nervously during the meal, talked gibberish and finally he ran off to the men's room where I suspected he threw up! This was a big step; a life time of commitment to the one girl, or in our case, three girls, but hey, who's counting! When he returned to sit, looking somewhat pale, but definitely more composed, I just had to smile as his hand went for his jacket pocket. I dabbed a bit of 'sickie' carrot from his chin with a napkin. "Um, May..." I shook my head. My eyes indicated the floor. "Oh, ah yeah." He sunk to his knees and floundered. "Ah, May, my darlin..." "Yes, I do!" I grabbed the little purple box like a giddy school girl on crack. I had the pretty diamond ring on in a nanosecond, grabbed his silly head in vice like hands and wet kissed the entirety of his anxious face; the reality of my acceptance having not yet dawned within his stunned mind. Patrons clapped, and my boy blushed. I wondered in that perfect moment just how he'd react to my approaching infidelity. Baby steps May, baby steps. Across the street behind the binoculars, Pinkie giggled. My sisters kissed. Yep, they now had their second husband. ****** Capturing Jerry in our net proved more challenging. Jerry wanted his independence. His idea of a relationship involved keeping his woman on a short leash, living in sin, and having her bare foot and pregnant. Pinkie explained after her initial forays into 'guiding' Jerry down the path of righteousness and into accepting the beauty of holy matrimony, was that the stubborn lug wasn't remotely interested! We had to come up with a plan, and what better one than denial of all things pussy related. Pinkie started the process during her months on duty with Jerry. She would bounce away on his huge cock lost in multiple orgasms and to reality in general, but as soon as he started to swell, she'd jump of proclaiming she had a headache! As far-fetched as it was, he'd 'buy' her shit and try hard (pun intended) to get by, left to his own devices, or in his case, his right hand. Soon Pinkie was claiming stress and headaches on every occasion! "Baby, what's the matter baby. You used to be insatiable. Now you're always unwell?" Jerry portrayed genuine concern, perhaps in equal proportion to his own 'needs'. Pinkie did her best pouty eye flutter. "Well, it's likely just stress, I think. My sisters are all getting married and I'm not... and well, I feel old and frumpy and not wanted and..." She told us she laid it on pretty thick, even produced some crocodile tears. "I'll be an old maid and my sisters will all be happily married and stuff. My head hurts just thinking about it. I might have to..." "Oh baby, if that's the only problem, then I guess I could marry you and..." "Oh, don't put yourself out... I could just find someone else..." She pouted, sounding a little pissed. "Hey, I love you gorgeous; I just wasn't really ready to settle down and..." "So you want to play around? Do you have another girl?!" He had two others of course, he just didn't know it! "NO! I'm exclusive to you. You give me everything I need honey. Sometimes I swear it's like you change just to accommodate my different desires. Like, sometimes you want to be spanked, and then the next weeks you prefer sucking my cock like a hungry whore, you mix it up and I love that!" "So marry me, or let me go... I need stability. I promise to give you more of what you like, well everything, except for back there..." "Sorry, we shouldn't have tried that, and I'm sad you won't ever experience that thrill." "That's okay baby, I'm sure I'll work around it." She almost giggled. "Now, what's it to be?" The pout was amazingly believable. "Okay. Let's get married..." They say Pinkies scream was heard in Antarctica by a seal. The headaches miraculously and instantly dissipated. She claims she rode him for two hours and he came six times. We haven't authenticated the claim, but I admit, on return, her poor pussy looked like a red raw, chicken broth soupy cauldron of pain. Her bum glowed from red hand prints and she didn't eat her dinner; said she was full! But she was skipping about like an excited Princess having scored her perfect Prince Charming! A week later, via the binoculars we witnessed the proposal. Pinkie actually cried, bless her little heart. ****** The engagement's lasted seven months before the big day arrived. Rotationally we were with the correct man again. Of course we insisted on a joint wedding and we three walked the aisle in our pretty white virginal dresses arm linked and grinning like foxes. Of course I held the green posy and wore green ribbon. One and Two were similarly and appropriately enhanced. Our three husbands were certainly a sight to behold dressed in their tuxedos and finery. There was nearly a foot in height difference between big shiny bald headed Jerry and short skinny mop haired Simon. Joe, the Clooney lookalike, stood centrally and smiled as we approached, focusing only on me. I felt all woozy and grinned back nervously. Simon's smile stretched to his ears and big Jerry flashed his insanely white teeth and just nodded his total approval. We recited our vows, proclaiming our honour, promising allegiance to our men and publicly announcing our deep and wondrous love. We kissed our husbands and we were married. Yay! Now, once again I reiterate. In our minds we were the one conjoined identity, and if you can believe that then you should understand that we loved our three men equally. This was not us marrying one man and playing around and cheating. We were marrying one man, only he existed in three forms. The three husbands fulfilled our need to share and to be that one singular person we were, and in their three parts these men fulfilled that one desiring burning need that existed within us. Wow, that sounded complex! But in my head it was simple logic. ****** Of course our wedding night turned into a mad debacle. We'd booked three adjoining hotel rooms, connected by doors through passageways that also gave access to bathrooms. The sound of a toilet flush would signal the sister in the adjoining room that a swap was desired. The excuse that one needed to pee would result in a mad rush into the bathroom to swap lingerie or whatever the other 'swapper' was currently wearing or, on occasion, not wearing, and then dash back and bounce excitedly on the recently vacated cock of a sister's husband. I crashed into Pinkie as she flew in to flush, and thus send her signal to me. We giggled and swapped ribbons, because we were otherwise nude. I noticed between her splayed legs that she was full of someone's cum! I wasn't! So, as to avoid discovery, I scooped a good amount out of her hole with my fingers, rammed the slop up my pussy and charged into Jerry's room to climb his freshly vacated pole! April giggled later, saying that she'd run wildly into the toilet on hearing a flush and bounced off Joe's chest! He had needed a piss. She was in her own colours, so she squealed and tried to cover her bobbing assets from his blushed view. Ten minutes later, unbeknown to him, she was dressed in my green see-through sheerness and swallowing his cock anyway! It was great when you had the middle room, because you had the choice to go either side. I heard Pinkie curse from the bathroom on my left after she gave the signal, because I ignored her, wanting rather to fuck Jerry again, and he was in the right side bedroom. I was waiting for that toilet to flush, but bloody April was hogging him, the bitch! We actually finally fell asleep, exhausted. I woke in the morning, dressed in a blue cami with Simon's cock jammed hard up my cunt. He was fast asleep likely comatose. I extracted his member with a wet pop, snuck into my sleeping husband's room and shook April awake. I whispered that we should swap back and that I had left the blue slip on her bed. She stripped and handed me the green baby doll. "Oh, I forgot to say, you're currently naked and spooning, and his cock's in your pussy, okay?" She nodded, gave me the thumbs up and padded off to her boy. We were sorted. I cuddled in and slept like a baby! ****** Married life settled into seasonal cycles. We completed our post doctorate studies, and a few years later purchased a building downtown and opened our clinic using our trust fund. The business was called "Anything, Baby", and due to the three beautiful female, identical but diversified specialists in attendance, we were simply and continuously booked solid. We were now twenty six years old, and doing very well for ourselves. Our husbands were also doing well. We, as married couples, had each purchased three modest three-bed homes in the burbs within walking distance of each other. Yeah, nothing out of the ordinary, but homely and comfortable. We designated each as the 'blue house', which was officially Simon's and April's home, her being the blue triplet, the 'green house', which of course was Joe's and mine, and the 'house of pink'; Jerry's and Junes. Each husband had dutifully been informed of our need, as siblings and triplets, that a once quarterly 'get-together' to celebrate the change of season, and to talk and re-bond as sisters, was never to be denied us. They, all three husbands, seemed to readily accept this desire and need within us as a way for us to stay close. Little did they know! The last day of the season was a giggling squawking gaggle of story swapping, diary downloading and updating and lots of sister loving. Oh, and clothes swapping and the re-inking of our three fake bum dots, checking that we all displayed three exact and perfectly identical permanent markings. Of course this was a procedure we attended to on many occasions at the clinic. It was critically important that our fake dots remained in place at all times. The wife leaving her husband that morning of the end of season was never the same one returning and it was important that this fact was never to be discovered. I mean our husbands would never understand or accept the fact that they were sharing wives, but anything less for us was untenable. The one or two days away at the end of a cycle, including an overnight absence, seemed to filter the anomaly of any small or noticeable difference between us to our vacated 'spouse'. An astute person might notice those differences given instant comparison, but a 24 hour or more separation diffused the probability of comparativeness. Show someone the flag of Australia one day, and then the flag of New Zealand the next, and see if they can pick the difference. But the first week of transition was always like walking on eggshells. Conversations with the previous spouse were still fresh and relevant, so feigning forgetfulness was not possible. Of course we were in constant touch at work every day, so our banter generally kept each one of us updated on what was going on in another's household and in the other's bed. Our Joe was constantly 'worked over' those first few years and seductively manipulated by whoever it was doing his rotation. "Baby," I announced one evening in mid-September, and a couple of weeks into my second season with him. "I know we've played the game heaps when we have sex, and when you eat me out, but wouldn't it be fun to actually try it?" It was time my beautiful boy. "What honey, you mean..." "Yeah," I dropped the towel as I swayed naked to the bed. My bad... so bite me! "We play the game all the time now, me pretending I'm fucking another man while you poke your little dick in my tight pussy." I reached down under the red curly tuft at my pubis and splayed open the object of his fascination. Joe was not only a voyeur but a numbers guy. He worked sums of money around for his big knob clients like he could remember the combination to a Rubik's cube and complete the thing blindfolded. But he was clueless as to the workings of a devious woman's mind. "When you drive that tiny cock inside me, and I like to pretend it's some big strong muscly Dominant man pounding his huge erection into me; you enjoy it don't you? It makes you really excited!" "Well, yeah, but It's just a fantasy, you know. I'd hate it if you ever had sex with someone else honey." He looked worried. Little did my darling know, but two weeks ago I was banging his big black brother, and had been doing so for the three months previous... and ever since the beginning of college! "But what if I found a man, a man with a big beautiful cock, and I bought him home and introduced you and you got to know each other and like became friends. I could let you watch him fuck me and it would be really exciting for you." I smiled. "Just what if..." "But it's a fantasy, I couldn't..." "Oh baby, fantasies can become reality if you want them too." I cooed and sank to the bed and engulfed his nice average penis in my warm mouth. True to form he gasped through two minutes of bliss trying desperately to hold out, thinking he might be offered a chance at burrowing his lovely little cock into my temple. That was a delight now rarely offered him. Yes it was all about the training! But, remember, Joe liked it. You see it wasn't a size thing really, although it was hard to deny that his average tool was less fulfilling than either Simon's or Jerry's. The real issue was the quick draw, and even thought he was good for three 'draws' a session, he could never last long enough or stroke precisely enough into our g-spots to induce a vaginal orgasm. This was Joe's only drawback. In every other way Joe satisfied immensely, but he was only just average in bed, and would have been well below 'par' if not for his exquisite oral skills. To raise Joe's profile above 'average', perhaps even to 'mega', we were determined to make him a willing cuckold, and that way we could reap every fine thing Joe offered, and also have a big cock on the side; a cock somewhere dimensionally and within the range of both Simon's and Jerry's. This outcome would raise Joe's status immensely, perhaps even to the top of the husband tree! Call me a bitch, but just before he peaked I backed off and asked the question once more. "Baby, would you like me to find a lover. It would make me really happy, and I'd love you so much for allowing it. You could watch on occasion, but there may be times when I'll want to have personal alone time with him... even without your knowledge." I kept him hovering on the cusp. "Please say you'd like it. Please baby?" I fluttered my lids. "Aghhhh! Yes, okay... Ohhhh!!" "Thank you baby, I love you." He ejaculated hard all over my hand as I capped him. Yes. I felt a bit guilty, but given how far down this rocky road we'd travelled, I guess I had become desensitised. Of course I rang my fellow conspirators. "Operation 'cuck' is a go, I repeat... GO! We have a green light." And so it was that we set the mad plan into action. ****** 7 DOTS. I was hiding behind the curtain robes whilst Pinkie was siting starkers nude on the couch kissing a big naked blonde dude. April was in the closet, peeking between the air slats in the door. It was a Wednesday evening and my current 'husband', Joseph, was about to walk through the front door of the house of 'green'; we'd just heard his car pull into the driveway. The 'dude' was Carl Hoffman, a big 6'2" blue eyed Ukrainian / German descendant with a ten inch cock. I should know, because I measured the thing. You see. We'd placed an advertisement inviting a 'Bull' to apply for cuckold duties. "Potent 'Bulls' need not apply, all applicants must have certified vasectomy papers." I'd written. We were certainly keen on getting nicely fucked, just not nicely pregnant and going bareback and messy was an important consideration in our debauched minds. So Carl was one of ten finalists we'd invited to the clinic, on application, and we checked and tested each one of them. Yes tested. I milked three of them with my hand and extracted their sperm into a test tube. I found out April sucked her hopefuls. I mean the... silly slut... just how professional did that look? When Pinkie rocked in looking guilty and handed me her samples I feared a malpractice suit! Two of the bastards had lied, unless they really believed their own pathetic excuse that perhaps the vasectomy had failed. One guy had a STD and another idiot had herpes too boot. We interviewed the remaining six, informing each that their duties, on successful 'selection', would involve fucking all three of us, sometimes in triplicate. Their eyes lit up like saucers! Two guys reluctantly admitted they were married (after having 'overlooked' that particular exclusion on application page), and then there were four. Carl stood out. He was handsome, fit, toned and six packed. His cock was a nice size and he was a self-employed builder, and successful too boot. He got the nod, and, when given the news, he cheered and high fived me! The final hurdle though, was that he had to prove his worth. Pinkie volunteered, her raised hand beat Aprils by a smidgeon. We stripped her in my office and led Carl in blindfolded and naked, so as to keep this tryout 'professional'. I aimed his cock and April shoved his ass from behind. Pinkie squealed! It took him a half hour to come, and Pinkie must have orgasmed a gazillion times. Yep, we'd found our man! The door slammed and Joe wandered in briefcase in hand. His smart brain was still likely crunching numbers. He stalled midstride, his eyes boggled and his jaw swung like an unhinged gate. "Hi Honey bun. You're home?" Pinkie disguised only in a green hair tie smiled sweetly, jumped up and skipped over to plant a kiss on his pale cheek. Her bloody tits audibly slapped as they bounced. "Baby, I'd like you to meet Carl Hoffman. Carl, this is my husband Joe." The naked Carl stood and walked to the still stunned Joe. "Yo man, good to meet you." Carl's cock swayed lazily, and pretty much horizontally. His hand stretched in greeting. "Um... yeah..." Joe shook Carl's hand seemingly hypnotised. The big swaying cock did have that effect on you! "Joe honey, Carl's here to fuck me, okay?" She cooed and moved in behind the big blonde. Peering around his torso she gripped the fat cock and lifted it to Joe's gasping countenance. "See, he's got a really big one, and I really want it!" Poor Joe just swayed in place as my sister teased him. His mouth moved, but no sound ensued. "Joe sweetie, we're going up to the bedroom now, you can start dinner, alright?" Pinkie smiled slyly once more and led Carl away by his dick. I watched Joe stagger to the couch and slump heavily. He placed his head in hands and I almost ran out to put a stop to the hurt. But resolve stilled me. I knew that a cuckold had to suffer for his woman, and right now our man was struggling. I sensed his tears, his apprehension. He was a beautiful man and we were tearing him apart. I felt so awful when I heard Pinkie call out, "Oh Baby, oh you're so big." I could tell it was all theatre but I witnessed Joe cringe. He eventually extracted himself, walked to the kitchen and poured a Jack, threw it back and followed it with a second. Joe was not a big drinker. He collapsed back into his favourite chair and looked toward the bedroom forlornly. God, I wanted to cry for him. It was time. I moved out quietly from behind the curtain and moved in beside our beaten man. Triple Treats Pt. 02 "Hi beautiful." I whispered, tucked my green tartan skirt under my bum and sat gently down beside him. His tears streamed down his face and I knew in that instant just how much this beautiful man loved us. Yes 'us'... we were one entity and to us three that was non-disputable. "Huh... what! How..." "That was June. She volunteered baby. I wanted to see if you could actually handle it. You're so brave." I stroked his wet cheek and leaned in to kiss his confused face. "You'd do it for me though, wouldn't you? You'd hurt for me... to allow me pleasure." Joe nodded and hugged me in tight. "Thank you my beautiful man." I went a bit weepy then. I guided him into the kitchen and helped him sit. Two minutes later I heard the front door quietly close and I knew we were now alone. To say I doted over that beautiful man would be an understatement. I fed him, I smothered him and later I fucked him to within an inch of his life, and his compliant demeanour spoke only of acceptance. He/we loved every second of it, and I could tell just how excited he was thinking about me sleeping with another man, a man who could supply me with what he couldn't. I loved this man dearly, as did we all. But Joe had now resigned himself to his ultimate fate. Once again I must try and justify our actions. To the uninformed, a man who is hard wired to get off on watching or in knowing, and thus imagining and visualising, that his loved one is being used and fucked by another man, is not uncommon. And it is not a cruel and merciless action on the part of his wife. If he enjoys it, and accepts it, how can we judge it wrong? Sex between consenting adults takes on all forms and many peculiarities. Some people like same sex couplings, others like to be tied up and whipped. Each to their own, as long as it's sane and consensual. Judge us as conniving bitches you may, but everyone in life has the right to be happy and fulfilled. Marriages can fail when partners are sexually incompatible, and a spouse may resort to an 'affair' or just simply pack it up and leave. We determined that Joe's only failing was his proficiency in bed and if keeping us happy and ultimately him happy meant us taking a lover, with his consent, then where was the harm? Many happily married couples walk this taboo path, and if it works then who are we to judge? Joe was your average guy but he had one great gift, and that gift was the ability to deduce, to be able to analyses a situation, to calculate all probabilities and work a best case scenario. Joe had done just that, and he'd mapped his own path irrelevant to the intervention of us three as his 'wife'. He knew exactly what he lacked and had calculated the percentages. If the outcome was favourable to him, then he'd take the punt. Carl's instructions were simple. No strange pussy, he'd get the three of us, on a rotational basis, but only when we were with Joe, and only if he kept his mouth shut. We made him sign a contract, threating to sue if forfeited. The document proclaimed his exclusivity and commitment to sworn secrecy. He couldn't get pen on paper quick enough as Pinkie flashed her lashes. Of course the contract was nonsense, but Carl was a little lower-down on the Mensa scale, so we thought we were pretty safe. We knew Carl had been hurt bad emotionally in a failed marriage previously, and he was reluctant to enter another relationship having experienced the hurt from the former. Besides, his long hard days in construction and focused work ethic were not conducive to a stable relationship anyway. This 'freelancing' would suit him perfectly. We had finally prepared our Joe and we'd lifted his 'status' above the other husbands. Three months with our beautiful Joe, but banging Carl whenever we wanted him, was a potential and massive turn on and a huge improvement to that particular rotational cycle. We were three giddy girls, albeit greedy bitches but all of one manipulative mind. ******* Alternatively, Simon was great fun to live with. I enjoyed acting bossy and ordering him around and he loved every second of it. His cock seemed to hit our special spots just right, so multiple orgasms riding him was a constant given. I knew Pinkie and I weren't as hard on his submissiveness as April was, but we pushed our limits to please him and Simon never complained. April was no fool; she'd ease into her harsh dominance at the beginning of her rotation and then back off again toward the end so that continuance seemed more seamless. But God help Simon mid-month with April in full flight. Where June and I would only use a paddle to smack his bum, April transitioned to a cane. She'd suspend him from the ceiling; hog tie him, whack him and then screw him so hard he'd sometimes black out. He loved it all and he truly worshiped his wife/wives. But, unlike Joe and Jerry, Simon didn't initially have a job and was not contributing to the 'House of Blue'. He'd always have the ass out of his pockets and good ole generous Jerry would spot him a meal or throw him a bone. Simon would say it's okay man, I can get a lend off April and I'll pay you back with interest someday. Jerry would just laugh, knowing that 'someday' was a long way off. For his own self-worth we decided to 'help-out' our boy. Whilst colliding atoms into each other in the science lab was likely every nerdy kid's idea of playing smash up derby with dinky toys, there was no real living to be made of it. We threw a million bucks into a small industrial shed, some high tech electronics and computers, a fridge full of Coke, hired three programmer's and told Simon he had six months to design an app for a simplistic game to be played on an I-phone. It took the clever little bastard four months and twenty one days. Oh, and as an incentive, the promise of being paddled and banged hard every evening was the added bonus. Nine months later he'd perfected the game play and sold the thing on line for $2.00 per app. It went viral! Simon was easy to live with, desiring very little in return for his total and unequivocal devotion. He had no desire to wine or dine out, or to holiday in Aspin or Hawaii. He loved following us about, checking our needs and figuratively kissing our feet. Well, actually he did that for real, but hey... Living with Simon was a holiday in itself. Whenever you got the itch, and required a scratch, you'd just turn around and grab the smiling boy, because he was always right there smiling, throw the glasses, strip him naked and fuck his smart brains to mush. Funny enough, sex inspired him mentally, and by the time I had my second rotation with him he was worth a small fortune, so just to ensure future profitability, I banged him so often his teeth rattled! ******* Jerry was a whole different proposition. He was hard work and I don't mean that metaphorically. Opposite in every way to Simon, he was demanding and used us harshly! Whilst bloody Pinkie delighted in this, April and I struggled, my older sister more so. I mean his cock was difficult to take anyway, and out of this world mind numbingly awesome, but as they say, 'too much of a good thing...' Jerry dragged us off on holiday long weekends, away to the ski slopes, or to island getaways every chance possible. I am now an accomplished skier, but after an all-night pounding by Jerry, and with me tied to the bed and having my ass slapped as he breached my gates, I was relegated to snow ploughing all the next day. I realised ducks have no possibility of slalom skiing! It was worse on Tenerife. My thong bikini bottom wouldn't cover my poor reddened pussy surrounds, or the hand printed bum cheeks... so I had to wear shorts! Jerry expected, no, demanded his morning wake up call. The problem was, him being a professional basket baller; his call outs were often 6am flights, so I'd have to set the alarm for 4am to give him his blowjob and the 'slam dunking' departure sex he required. He'd fly off to his interstate game deliriously happy, and I'd fly off in post orgasmic bliss still all dreamy from lack of sleep. They say that professional sports stars have lucky charms, or religiously perform certain customs before a game. Some wear odd socks during a game, and some kiss a lucky charm. Jerry's mandate was mad sex in the morning, and strangely he always played well, perhaps due to the massive weight loss of his lightened balls. Oh well, it worked! Fuck, the things us wives do for our men! So Jerry was on a twenty million dollar contract and perhaps life as a team owner down the track. He was pretty smart, not in Simon's league of course, or even my Joe's, but savvy smart. He'd do well, especially given that Joe did his books and invested his earnings. Jerry would likely blow his money on good times, but we reined him in and settled him somewhat, pointing out that his savings would secure him a living after retirement from the sport and perhaps allow opportunity for him to purchase a team. That desire spurred him, well, along with the need to power-drill his rampant cock up his pretty redheaded pale skinned wife at every possible opportunity, which for three, and occasionally six months of every year, was little ole me! Hmmm... ******* Of course family get togethers were always fun, and sometimes a bit embarrassing, especially if said company occurred just after a transitional period. As you can guess, we were more often in accompaniment of a 'husband' who was not actually our 'husband'. At one BBQ cook out I was for that period Simon's wife, but I accidently sat on Joe's lap, having only a week prior been his wife! I felt him stiffen (nerve wise, not...) and I instantly realised my error. "Oh, sorry Joe, I wasn't thinking. I thought you were my man for a second. Brain lapse! Sorry honey... um... Simon!" I toddled off to my 'husband' leaving my 'husband' looking anxious and distraught, glancing nervously at his 'wife' in the green dress and white gym shoes, fearful that she might think him cheating on her. Pinkie just smiled at him and winked. I straightened my little blue pleated tennis skirt and found a seat on the 'correct' lap and ruffled my man's wild curly black hair, removed the glasses and cleaned them with my skimpy tee-shirt. Jerry was tending the charcoal offerings as big sis April, dressed in pink ribboned pigtails giggled like Pinkie would and offered the poor embarrassed Joe a drink refill. Now I know what you're thinking. We were cheating sluts, using our husbands and making a mockery of marriage's monogamous and precious dynamic. But I maintain my innocence. As I've said, we were three different sisters, yes, but we had one identity, and following that reasoning, we were all married to the same man, only he took three forms. So we weren't really cheating, were we? Of course we were about to take that reasoning to a whole new level. We were ready to cuckold my Joseph, and although I had his permission as my real husband, to take a lover, my sisters did not... well not with their real 'husbands' anyway. I mean my proclaimed innocence of infidelity didn't really hold weight given my proclamation that all three men were really my 'husband', because we girls shared one identity. Okay, so now we were all about to cheat 'properly' on Simon and Jerry, but we were greedy sluts and considered it a necessity to raise Joe's status to a higher and more level playing field. Some contorted reasoning suggested that when we were with Joe, and fucking Carl, then we weren't cheating because we were at that given time Joe's wife. Justification can be a warped and winding road. In hindsight I realise the reasoning flawed. We were building a house of cards, and it was soon to get worse... oh... way, way, worse. But before we stepped from the banks of the Rubicon, we had one more task to complete; Joe's first real introduction to his beautiful wife taking a lover. That occurred a few days later. ******* "Hey honey, would you mind helping me with the zip." He looked up as I clicked into the kitchen in my 5" Louis Vuitton's. His eyes were glazed and his chest heaved a half sigh, half heart attack. I'd informed him earlier that I had a date with Carl. I smiled warmly and turned my back to enable access to the zip. I could feel his fingers vibrate nervously against my bared spine. This would be the most difficult zipping of any dress previously dealt with by my beautiful and loving husband. "Do you like the dress? I bought it yesterday, especially for Carl. Do you think he'll approve?" I twirled about. I knew the hem bordered inappropriateness. "You look beautiful honey. Carl is a lucky man..." He could barely talk, poor darling. "Yes he is. He'll enjoy stripping me and fucking me, won't he sweetie? I'm considering not wearing panties, what do you think?" "Um, I..." "Okay, no panties, I think you're right. Better he just lift my little dress and get right to it." I kissed his cheek condescendingly; like he was a good puppy. You had to treat your cuckold appropriately. We'd read all about this online. "Now don't wait up, I'd like to spend this first time, in his bed... all night. We need to bond as lovers and I don't want it feeling like some cheap one night stand, okay beautiful?" He wobbled and I gripped his upper arms in support. "Baby, don't worry, I know how much you love me, and I love you very much too. You'll always be my boy and I'll always come home to you. You're precious and supportive, intelligent and caring. Carl is none of these. He has a nice big cock, and hopefully he will fuck me real good, but you're mine..." I pecked his cheek again. "Now, I have to get going soon. When Carl knocks, just let him in and offer him a drink. I'll be down ASAP; I just want to make myself look perfect for my first date." "Um, do you have... like protection?" "No baby, I want Carl to fuck me bareback. It's nice to have a man spill his cum deep inside my pussy. If you're really good, and make me proud, I won't shower with him and I'll bring home his gift. Would that be nice?" I chuckled and actually had to lower him to the couch. I retreated to the bedroom, struggling with my own demeanour. My heart was racing and it was like I'd run a marathon. Fuck this was insane! I heard the doorbell not long thereafter and smiled internally at the thought of my precious boy greeting my lover and inviting him in. I scurried about, collecting hand bag and phone. They were standing apart making small talk when I strode confidently into the room, ignored Joe, smiled up at Carl, and moved in for a hungry lip kiss. It was for Joe's benefit of course, and that being the case... I felt giddy. Carl moved his hand to my bum and pressed me in close against his already raging erection. This play act obviously excited him too! Of course we'd spoken many times now on the phone, in a three way sisterly hook-up with Carl, just to discuss our plans, our slutty needs and of course Joe's expectations. This first exchange was almost a well-rehearsed presentation. Carl, as per instruction recited his delivery. "Hey, man, thanks for letting me take your beautiful wife out." Yes it was important to allow Joe ownership of the situation. "She's really exquisite man. I'll really enjoy fucking her later, but we'll have a nice meal and some good conversation first, just to get to know each other more." All bullshit of course. Carl was a clot, a big hunky clot attached to a nice big dick. We would grab a quick meal, barely talk, head for our room and bang like bunnies... all night, but the illusion of me spending quality time with my lover required establishment. For a loving cuckold to hurt and desire his goddess even more, he needed to experience jealously, and believe it or not, the idea of me kissing and spending time with Carl in conversation was way more threating to Joe than the actual coitus. Okay baby, we're going now; make sure you wash my work clothes and stockings. I'll send you a text later to tell you how we're going." I pecked his cheek, grabbed Carl's hand and towed him from the house. I didn't glance backward on purpose, although I longed to do so. It was important... that first harsh 'stab' of pain into my beautiful boy's heart as I 'forgot' him. What he didn't know as he stood there forlornly; was how much appreciative loving he was going to experience on my return. I would build him back up, raise him from the ashes like the phoenix and recommit my undying love and appreciation to him. But first he had to hurt for me. I have to admit that Carl was a talented lover. Pinkie had test driven him, to make sure, of course, that he cut the mustard, and she'd assured me he was excellent. She was a good litmus test, was my sister; well after all she had the exact same pussy as me, so expectations were high. It was important to send our Joe a nice picture of Carl and me standing arm in arm at the restaurant. A waiter took it with my I-phone, and I was pretending to look up at Carl all doe eyed wearing that tiny red dress and assorted bling. Later Joe's phone received a second image, this pic showing my lips spread wide around Carl's huge cock. That one would have him spinning and jacking off. I smiled when I sent that erotic photo, of me winking as the big cock pushed at the entrance to my throat. So, I was frantic with need, imagining Joe suffering at home, and thinking of me! I threw the phone onto the floor and crawled over my new naked lover, sucked on his lips and then buried his cock so deep into my hungry hole I struggled for air. I flayed about, on my back, legs in air, on my front with face stifled into a pillow and bum high... and all the time he fucked me relentlessly. I cried orgasm after orgasm... all the time imaging my Joe's hurt... and his incredible love. That was the real turn on although Carl's slightly upward bent dick did hit the right spot on every inward stroke and the overall result was I felt akin to a two stroke motor running on rocket fuel. We came together three times over the first two hours and I was so truly fucked. It was like I was fast asleep and dreaming some erotic wild, life altering experience. Sex of the brain was something so much deeper than the physical. In my head I was making love to my Joe telepathically, and yet Carl was rag-dolling me to within a micron of consciousness. I cracked open my heavy sleepy lids and realised it was all a reality! Carl was holding me back against his pounding rod and his huge hands held my big tits. It was four in the morning for god's sake! I had been fast asleep! I was struggling to grasp reality when another almighty orgasm tore through me. Oh my god... ******* "Did you have a nice time honey?" Joe served me brunch in bed. It was the Sunday morning following my first night in the hotel room with Carl. I was completely and utterly fucked! "Oh thank you darling, and yes I had a wonderful time. He fucked me so good baby. Come here and let me kiss you. You're such a beautiful caring man to allow me so much pleasure." I kissed his lips passionately, pulled him close and for the first time in, what to him would have seemed like months, having been denied by April prior to me; I gripped his hard expectant manhood. His end reward was soon appreciated. "I want you to be happy honey. If that means you having a lover, then I'm good with that." "I love you so much my loving husband." More kisses. "Carl is my boyfriend now and we'll be seeing each other regularly from here on in, but I'll always involve you in our dates, okay. You can dress me up and help me look pretty for him. We can all spend time together so you can get to know him and who knows, Carl might let you watch us have sex. Wouldn't that be a treat?" "Oh, I guess. But I'd feel funny in his presence now, like he knows that I know he's sleeping with you, and that is pretty humiliating." Triple Treats Pt. 02 "Baby, you just need to suck that up. Yes, of course Carl knows that you are not only aware, but are completely in approval of our sexual relationship. There 'will' be many occasions when we will kiss and make out in front of you." I was emphasising the 'wills' because Joe needed reinforcement that this would be ongoing. "As I said, Carl may want to fuck me when we invite him over for dinner next. So of course you need to come to terms with that reality." I cupped his face and kissed him lovingly. "As my beautiful cuckold this will be 'hard' for you..." I squeezed my captor. "And I want Carl to be your friend, and for you to treat him with respect at all times. You'll do this to please me, won't you darling?" Joe nodded. "Can I make love to you May? I would really like to, we haven't done it for so long." He actually didn't sound whingey, just more... longing. "No baby, I'm sorry, but my pussy is for Carl's use now, but you can lick me if you like?" I tried to sound chirpy and upbeat. My Joe still grinned and nodded his acquiescence, totally denying his own needs. What an amazing guy. Twenty minutes later I was wailing with orgasm number three for the day; Carl having provided the first two just after breakfast, one on the bed and then the second under the shower. My poor boy was completely orgasmed out, and for a woman like me, with a seemingly insatiable triple fuelled libido, and who thought it once impossible, now recanted that philosophy. Following a night with Carl, and knowing how that affected my Joe, and then re-bonding with Joe and having him orally satisfy me as well, was all simply too much for this poor woman to handle! With my last vestiges of energy I stroked my loving husband to climax. It didn't take long. I slept for the remainder of Sunday and simply clocked it down to one blissful day missing from my life. Yes, life was indeed good... but an angry storm brewed on the horizon. ******* 8 DOTS. It was a New Year's Eve. Carl was ploughing Pinkie and April and I watched on jealously while sipping Champaign and feeling pretty hammered. New Year was the only time, other than the change of seasons that we spent a full night and day together, and of course Carl was invited as the entertainment! "Yo knows wot number two?" April slurred. "I'm kinda dinking we should have papooses." I wobbled as I poured yet another tall flute full of pretty bubbles. "Me agrees number uno. I want a bambino!" "Too popping babies!" We saluted; giggling to the clanging of crystal. In hindsight I wished we were sober, but once the crazed idea had been proposed and formulated, the thing gathered momentum like a snowball on steroids. Carl bought in the New Year by alternating between our wriggling bums. Yes we'd introduced our crinkly little bum hole's to his big cock. We always spent the days prior to each new season, and now the day leading to New Year's Eve, prepping our rectums for cock insertion. We had unanimously decided that our anal virginity would be given only to Carl, given that with Jerry it was likely impossible, and the last New Year's eve was in fact our first, and we'd all had three 'anal insertion' sessions together as a team since then. Yeah, we could have had it more regularly, but it was something we three wanted to share together as kind of a special triple treat. It was like a game of 'eeny meeny miney mo' for Carl as he banged away happily into his three compliant and drunken sluts as each shared their identical bodies experiencing nearly identical anal induced orgasms. I saw orgasmic fireworks at midnight but lucky April; she got to be the first seeded for the incoming New Year. We kicked Carl out after that, sending him off to his own room (I think he needed a little lie down and a recharge) and we then proceeded to knuckle down to drunkenly discuss our New Year's resolution concerning prams and baby clothes. The impossible logistics were lost in a long night of wine induced stupor. Don't ever let anyone tell you that a high IQ and a logistical clear thinking mind is a combatant to alcohol, because the booze will win every single time! In the stark sobering light of a new day, it dawned. How the fuck could we possibly have kids!? But the idea had been seeded, and now a solution was required. After all, we were smart cookies, weren't we? This was solvable? The conversation that ensued was a continuous babble delivered by three identical identities. "Well, if we have babies to our real husband's; that is our certified..." "Yeah, we get that, but what happens, when we rotate and don't get to see our real babies for six months..." "That would be shit... I don't' want you guys to be looking after my baby..." "But we can't move babies between men, for god's sake, Jerry's kid would be black, and ..." "No, that's ridiculous, it can't work; all the kids would look different given the different fathers." "So each father has a baby that's his own, but we would have to care for each other's kids until we rotated back to our own. We're back to square one!" "I've got it!" Pinkie squealed. I still blame Pinkie... for what we were about to agree. "We each have three babies. One to each husband respectively! So each man as three kids, of course they'd all be his, but only born to three different mothers; identical mothers, so the children would not be distinguishable due to having identical inherited attributes." "Of course," chimed April. "That way, as we rotate, at least one kid would be exclusive, and the other two not, and that issue of separation would be addressed as we rotated. At least one child would always have its real mother present." "But, what about favouritism?" I piped in. "As if any of us would treat the other's babies differently, especially knowing that your other two kids were in the care of a sister you trusted to treat the same as you would your own." "This could work!" April nodded. I wasn't so sure; it sounded dodgy. I continued to be devil's advocate. "Anyway, we are likely to pop twins or multiples given our predisposition as triplets." As soon as I said it I knew the answer. Both sisters examined me like I was an idiot, already thinking my exact thoughts. "Okay, yeah, we could do that," I contributed and then announced excitedly, "and we could make sure we all had caesareans and give birth at almost exactly the same time!" Pinkie grasped the baton. "So, we steal sperm from each hubby, artificially impregnate each of our eggs with one wriggler and hey presto, we're each pregnant with a little bambino! We'll select an appropriate due date to ensure a nice 'same day' birthdate and work the impregnation time to coincide with our preselected delivery date!" Pinkie was really good with the 'In vitro fertilisation' techniques. I would monitor the pregnancies and April was fully adverse at identifying the sex chromosomes. "So, obviously we want to spread the love, but one of us will have to volunteer to have two girls and a boy, whilst the other two will have two boys and a girl. Three is, after all, an odd number." April just shrugged as if all was solvable. "Pinkie is the most submissive, and she's definitely more girly, so she should have the two girls." I thought it fair and Pinkie was nodding excitedly. It was settled. Simon would end up having three girls, Joseph two boys and a girl, and big manly Jerry would father three beautiful bouncing boys. It seemed appropriate given each man's standing. So, the first round would be with our 'real' husbands. I would provide Joe a baby boy. Pinkie would give Jerry a boy, and April's eldest would be a girl impregnated via Simon. We thought it fair that each husband's eldest child actually belonged to the wife he'd married and shared his vows with. Round two would see me bear another girl to Simon, him believing me to be April. April would then deliver another baby boy to Jerry whist she pretended to be Pinkie. Pinkie would hand Joe a girl while acting as me. Finally, our third child each would complete the deal. I would be Pinkie and give Jerry his last kid, a third boy. Pinkie in blue would birth Simons youngest girl and April, disguised as me, supply Joe his youngest, another boy. It was simple really... We had identical DNA, so no one in the hospital would know that the three triplets, dressed in appropriately coloured nighties and undergoing concurring C-sections and holding the hands of the three proud 'fathers' were in-fact holding the hands of their brothers, and birthing babies that were actually half-sisters and half-brothers to their other children! See... simple! We debated if this might be deceitful or morally wrong, but, in our excited anticipation of becoming mommies, all concept of wrongdoing was squashed. We wanted to be like normal families, and we wanted to be seen as normal families, but we also needed to share. This was the perfect solution! Well, it seemed like a pretty good idea at the time... We wouldn't alter our seasonal rotation even when pregnant. Assuming we all appeared identical when ballooning, we could carry on as usual. We'd have to keep an eye on stretch marks, and apply lots of moisturizer to reduce the marks, but remember we'd spend three months of the nine month pregnancies with the same husband, and it would be like them doing that flag comparison as previously discussed. What you don't suspect, and even if waved under ones nose, mostly the obvious goes unnoticed. I mean if you laser mapped our freckles, we were not exactly identical. And we could deal with resultant stretch marks with laser cosmetic surgery if we needed too. The C-section's would be planned to coincide with the correct husband's rotational period. For instance, if I was due to give birth to Simon's baby girl; I'd be rostered with him on my due date. Simple planning, that's all it took! All we had to was implant our excited little seeded eggs at the correct time. So, we blindly pushed forward. Onward and upward, all for one and... well, you get the idea. ******** "Hey Baby." I kissed Joe on the cheek when I arrived home from work. Pinkie had extracted an egg from my ovaries earlier that day, and I needed Joe's sperm. We had eggs on ice and babies were go! I was still feeling a bit sore down there, and a little groggy from the aesthetic, but my excitement was palpable. I had Joe's pants down and him lying on the bed, moaning in ecstasy within minutes. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn't even see me squirt his precious seed into a sterile container and pop the lid in place. "Was that good for you baby?" I purred as I opened my purse and dropped my treasure inside. "Oh god... yeah. Can I do the same for you beautiful, you know, orally pleasure you, not, you know...?" "No, not penetration baby, that's for Carl isn't it sweet pea." I sat beside him and kissed his flushed cheek. "I'm going out now to meet Carl at the Metro. We're going to fuck for a while but I'll be home later, okay sweetie." He nodded looking dazed and wished me a nice night. Darling boy! It may not be known, but the first steps of IVF include being on the pill. Of course I was on the pill, because, even though Carl was impotent, both Simon and Jerry were not, and they both enjoyed unprotected sex with all three of us. Joe on occasion was allowed to penetrate us too, but he was always wrapped in latex as a part of his denial regime. That evening I was not actually going to see Carl, that ruse was just to keep my Joey on the boil. I was actually heading back to our clinic where we three were to meet up at 7pm with our sperms, fresh and itching to get wriggling. Little did our gorgeous Joe know, but he was about to become a daddy, as were our two other husbands. April was set up to do the sperm sorting. Of course this is a tiny bit illegal, but I'll trust you to keep that our little secret just between us. She would find a healthy little sperm boy for both Pinkie and me, whilst she would locate a girl in Simon's sperm for her tiny excited little egg. Of course we'd discussed the idea of having children with our husbands on many occasions and all three were excited by the idea of becoming daddies. It was only Joe who was not actually depositing his cum in us, so although he was excited by the concept of fatherhood, he had no idea when that would become a reality. When I arrived home later that night I had a baby boy under ice in our lab ready for impregnation. I was as giddy as a wheel. "Hi baby, I'm home." "Did you have a nice time?" Joe looked lost. "Thank you beautiful. Yes I had a nice time. It was really wonderful." I hugged my boy. The white lie was necessary to keep him off balance. And besides, we'd had a nice time cooking babies. "Now, I've invited Carl over for dinner tomorrow night. This will be our first time together as a unit, you me and him, and I want it to be very pleasant for all of us. Of course Carl will fuck me later on, like after dinner, but I want to give you a special treat as well." I patted his cheek. "But you have to be good and I want you to talk to Carl and get on with him. He's not as smart as you and has no idea about finance or business, so you need to come down to his level as a special favour to me. Talk movies or some shit, but be pleasant, not condescending. I want you on your best game. He's my boyfriend for what he can give me in bed, not for what's mushing about in his wooden head. Okay?" I examined his pale face. He nodded. "Good boy." Tomorrow was going to be fun. "Oh, and I've stopped taking the pill some time back and I want to get pregnant." I kissed his stunned face and swayed off to take a nice hot bubble bath. I could tell Joe spent that whole Saturday crunching about on eggshells. Finally as d-hour approached he blurted it out. "Um, May, you're not going to let Carl... you know, come inside you, are you? I mean, if you're off the pill, you might get pregnant." His concern bordered panic. "Of course he gets to come inside me honey... Carl always comes inside me. Why do you think I've stopped taking the pill?" I smiled and continued painting my toenails. "But..." "Yes, I want a baby beautiful. We've discussed this. Don't you want a baby too?" "Yes, desperately, but I want us to have a baby..." "How can we do that honey? Carl won't allow you near my pussy silly boy, and to have a baby you do need to put your little guy inside my pussy sweet pea! You do know that, don't you?" "Off course but..." "So, I'll let Carl try and seed me... and we'll see if he can get me pregnant. Won't that be lovely sweetie?" I actually giggled when my beautiful boy staggered backward into his armchair. I also noticed that his poor cock was doing handstands beneath the tracksuit pants. A cuckold's life was certainly a hard road, pun intended. I could only smile. Yes it screwed with his brain, but he obviously loved it. The following few hours were hilarious, well for me anyhow. For poor Joe, well they must have been torturous. The old 'splinters under the fingernails' would have paled in comparison. But once again he was as excited as he was torn. I heard him welcome Carl, just as I'd instructed. I waltzed in and did the kissy grope thing and hung all over Carl in my obscenely low cut top and denim skirt while my obedient Joe did his level-headed best to make conversation. He struggled when Carl spread my legs and fingered my bare pussy while they were discussing Marvel's Age of Ultron. I just smiled over at my boy and pretended to be listening to his evaluation, when all I wanted to do was turn my eyeballs backward and squirt my girly ejaculate all over the living room. I was so turned on! I knew the upcoming orgasm was going to consume me, and those orgasms were always messy squirty ones! I actually feared what I knew was certainly coming! I practised my histrionics. "Oh baby, that's lovely. Push your fingers inside. Make me come, oh baby!" I scooted my bum down, and spread my legs wider to allow Carl better access and my Joe a better look. I was getting pretty close, and started to lose all semblance of control. "Oh baby yes, I need your cock!" Carl pulled me to my feet, yanked the tiny skirt down and threw be back against the couch seat. "Excuse me a moment please Joe, but you bloody wife's really asking for it!" I giggled as Carl tore his pants off, gripped his cock in one hand, grabbed my left ankle with the other, pulled me upward to balance me somewhat on my head and abruptly speared me so deep I had trouble swallowing from the lodgement. I screamed. I couldn't help it! Carl went feral. "Oh my god!! Joe, sweetie, he's fucking me so hard!!" I bounced on the end of that cock like a marionette. "Ooh shit!!" The orgasm, delayed due to fear of self-preservation, suddenly re-established momentum and all hope of survival fled. I knew death was imminent. Having Joe witness my debasement only added mass to the imminent meltdown. I howled so loud my voice cracked. Spasms took hold of my body and I just shook uncontrollably as life morphed into the zone of extra-terrestrial. Bloody Carl thought it was funny, and began hammering my cunt so hard I bit my tongue. I knew my orgasm was rolling exponentially, but like a fusion reactor there was no switching it off. I could hear my emissions squelching and hissing about our coupling. My poor clit was ripped back and forth and I feared fatigue separation. I wanted it to stop, the insanity, the ridiculous debauchery; but I wanted to experience the impact and resultant wreckage and I couldn't stop the momentum!! Finally Carl, now so out of control that he appeared manically unstable, started yelling as he emptied his cum so deep I could taste it. I meanwhile was clamping and spitting obscenities like a blaspheming whore, flopping and gasping about like a jelly. When I finally calmed and understood which way was up, I realised my beautiful boy was kneeling beside me gripping my hand. He appeared horrified! "Hi baby..." I squeaked. "Good God, are you okay May... did he hurt you!?" "Yeah baby. I'm fine. He always fucks me like that. Pretty intense hey, but that's how I like it beautiful, that's why I need him." His face morphed from anguish to helplessness. He knew he could never do that for me. Now for the finale! Yeah, I was a deceitful manipulative bitch... "Oh shit baby, did he come inside me!" I peered down between my spread thighs as white gooey cream poured from my gaping and abused hole. I feigned horror. "Oh god baby, he might have impregnated me! Quick, you better fuck me real fast, and try and get your babies in me first!" My voice sounded semi hysterical. Joe had his pants off in a nanosecond, and just as fast he was buried inside my poor abused cunt, banging away like a nuclear fired bunny. Slop sprayed everywhere and his frantic face bore determination and horror in equal measure. His anxiety actually prohibited his PE! It was his best effort ever! God I'm a cruel bitch. I 'thumbed up' Carl and pointed to the door. The poor bastard left without his dinner! Oh well, I had a husband to please. Joe came moments later yelling like a banshee, as if urging his little guy's home to find their prize before his adversary's beat them there. "Oh god sweetie, I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I hope you get me pregnant, but would you mind if my baby was Carls?" "Um, well, we could just get the morning after pill?" Framed as a question he wasn't demanding it. My beautiful boy... god I loved him. "No sweetie, I want a baby, and I kind of want Carl's. He's well-built and very handsome..." Okay, back off. Joe was looking pretty stressed. "But I want your baby too honey. It would be smart and savvy. Can we just let the cards fall?" I kissed him. "I mean Carl is my lover boyfriend now and he has every bit as much right as you do to be the father of my baby." I smiled and patted his cheek. "Now come on, let's have our dinner." Triple Treats Pt. 03 Here's the last part if anyone is still out there. 11 DOTS MERGE. On the third day of the third month, on my birthday, and on the birthdays of my sisters and of all our children, I passed Jerry his third son. I admit I felt a bit silly in the pink sheer nighty, but hey. Jerry was so proud he cooed like a dove. I glanced down toward Pinkie's bed and smiled as she and Simon fawned over their new baby daughter. Simon glanced my way and winked. I finger waved and checked out his real wife April, as she plugged Joe's little son onto a fat milky nipple. When we arrived home, we discovered three cars wrapped in blue, green and pink ribbon respectively sitting in each of our driveways. Problem was, none of us were at our correct abodes, but hey... The boy's had, unknown to us, got their heads together and purchased each of us brand new cars! Three identical and colour appropriate Porsche Carrera GT's! WOW! I swooned over mine and Jerry just laughed at my giddiness. "Happy birthday beautiful." He kissed me hard. I went all doe eyed and wanted to bang him bad, but I'd just birthed a baby via C-section so I refrained the urge! Then I saw the freaking number plate, and I nearly died! The rose pink Porsche, wrapped in pink crepe displayed the number plate, 'THREE DOTS'. (Pinkies tattoo). Oh shit. I looked at Jerry puzzled, not because I didn't recognise the significance of the plate, but because I was petrified he might know its 'meaning'. I had the instant need to ring my other thirds! "Hey," Jerry shrugged. "I suggested 'Pinkie', but Simon insisted that those 'dot' plates would be more fun. I don't get it June?" I had to think fast. "Oh, Simon refers to us as one, two and three. You know, he's into bits and bytes, so I guess he finds it humorous. It is kind of appropriate I guess, what with me being the youngest, I'm number three..." Fuck, I couldn't tell him I was really number 'two' and that the plate referred to our actual real identities...!! Bloody Simon! "April's number one and May's two. It's just Simon being a clever bunny..." The explanation seemed to suffice. I did love the car, or I would love it when I cycled back to Joe's house and jumped into the one with my own name on it! The racing green one! We were now complete. We were one identity, but three personas, birthing nine kids with three fathers. It was an extremely complex relationship, but one, if viewed from the outward perspective of normality, completely acceptable! We'd achieved what we'd thought once impossible. We had achieved the great American dream, a big house in the burbs with a white picket fence, a fine successful husband and the proverbial three kids and a dog. But we'd also built a house of cards, and it was teetering. One husband knew a secret the others were not privy too. The wheel was unbalanced again and the murk was getting deeper, if that was even possible. The really scary stick in the spokes was the existence of bloody Carl. He had no intention of moving on and we were reluctant to push it. Shit, there's an old saying, 'when on a good thing, stick to it'. We of course had no desire to upset the applecart either, by telling Simon about Carl. Carl was an integral part of our relationship with Joe. But, even Simon was unaware of this little 'fly in the ointment'. Okay, so it was jumbo jet, but you get my drift. Rotations were easier now. We each had our own baby with each husband, and we cared for the other two children as if they were each our own. In fact, in the time it took to complete a full rotation, I considered every kid as my own. Considering their DNA composition, they pretty much were. We each considered the other as a surrogate, a womb for use that ultimately bore each of our own nine children. But the wind was blowing, gathering strength. The intricately placed cards teetered some more. My little boy born to Jerry was named Jerome, and would be forever called 'little Jerry', much to his chagrin. Pinkies baby with Simon, another girl was christened Sara and April's baby boy to Joe was named Harry. Nine kids between us... wow! We didn't tease Joe too much this time around. Pinkie just announced, under the pretext of being me, his wife May, that she had realised that his sperm count was just so ridiculously humongous (which was a lie, our microscopes had proven that) and that he should just fuck her the once and get the job done, so that she could get back to her boyfriend for some 'heavy lovin' as she casually explained. Joe just laughed. He wasn't fooled this time because he was onto our little game. But it was a game Joe enjoyed. Of course that one and only release inside Pinkie (on his birthday again, it being approximately and conveniently nine months out from March the third) was enough of an excuse for us to impregnate one of her eggs. So from the time of conception, Joe strutted about knowing that the baby in 'my' belly was his, and that his sperm count was 'ridiculous'. Good for you Joe! Pinkie delivered him a beautiful boy and we couldn't chisel the smile off his face. Of course, during Joe's cycle we banged good old Carl manically. He was used sexually all year round including our soirees on the last day of each season, and, oh, on New Year's Eve of course. It was always rectum roulette determining which one of us bought in the New Year with a bang! It was likely that good ole Carl got more 'hole' use, and definitely the only use of any ass, of any husband going through a cycle. Once again we didn't consider this as cheating. We reasoned that we were 'doing' Carl as a part of being Joe's 'wife', and of course, with Joe's full knowledge and encouragement. So, it wasn't really cheating or wrong... was it? Our blissful lives continued. The house of cards wobbled a little more as the quicksand shifted beneath us. It was once again smart Simon who discovered the 'glitch'. Bombarding those tiny atoms once upon a time had given him an uncanny ability to detect tiny miniscule cracks in an otherwise flawless system of tight bonded molecules. Well perhaps, in hindsight, the existence of Carl was like the Grand Canyon awaiting discovery. You couldn't miss tripping over it! We got the phone call about 9pm one Monday evening. April and I answered as one. Pinkie was on the other end and sounded very distressed. 'Simon said... come, come now'. We went! Our youngest kids were seven months old now, and the eldest, well you can do the math. Two Porsches, one British racing green and one burgundy pink screamed to a stop like synchronised stunt drivers with turbo chargers whining. Each pulled in fast behind the third supercar plated 'one dot', and sitting midnight blue and gleaming in the moonlight. We stumbled into Simon's kitchen breathless and anxious. "Hello, my beautiful wives'. I firstly apologise for the late call." He smiled. "Drink?" He already appeared buzzed. Pinkie was deathly pale. Three heads nodded in sync, but three hearts beat erratically out of tune. When Simon smirked, like he did right then, we knew we were fucked. He handed out the drinks. "Have a seat." We shuffled like chickens scratching for feed. "I was having a bit of a chat with Joe yesterday. He called me over to discuss some investment options, and we might have had too many Jack's, and well... one thing led to another." I felt sick. Pinkie imitated a ghost and April was evidently lost somewhere in space. "I asked him, hypothetically of course, what he would do if he found out his beautiful monogamous wife May was having an affair with another man?" He laser beamed us three. I hiccupped, trying to swallow down bile. "Of course," Simon continued, "I was trying to sound him out on the three of you cycling between us, as your husbands. Okay, so I was a little drunk, but our little secret still weighs heavily. I thought that perhaps Joe would warm toward the concept if gently coerced. Jerry however would be another challenge altogether." He sipped his Jack and Coke. "So, imagine my surprise, when I ask that hypothetical question and the guy goes deathly pale and whispers 'how do you know?' Fuck, he knows? That threw me! But I said, yes, I know all about it. And then he say's 'where did you see them, at Mario's!' Okay, now I'm seriously confused! Why would he say that May?" "Um... because we go to Mario's occasionally?" Oh shit, this was bad! "I think you do go to Mario's, and perhaps other places, but who with? Obviously Joe's response made no sense and if he was referring to you guys sleeping with each of us then he'd say so, but he didn't, because he's unaware of that little tryst isn't he?" I shrugged. Pinkie gulped. April looked at a spider on the ceiling cornice. "So, nothing ventured nothing gained, I queried as to whom this guy was... and he whispers... 'Carl'!" Simon threw back a finger of scotch and whispered, "I fucking nearly peed my pants!" He scanned us, but three sets of eyes darted about frantically seeking solace. He removed his designer specs and huffed warm air over them before cleaning them with a tissue and replacing them. "So, I pressed on, and asked the poor nervous bastard how long and how often had this been going on? Guess what he said?" April shrugged. I gulped and Pinkie kept an eye on the crawly thing. "His beautiful faithful wife May, is banging this Carl dude year round and has been doing so for years! Now, do you all see the anomaly?" Shit, that was creepy spider! "His wife is fucking another guy... year round!" He smiled like a fox. "Anyone care to explain how May is fucking this guy all year round, when she's in my bed for at least three months of that time annually?" "Honey, are you mad?" April perked. Simon blew a mouthful of liqueur all over her. "Wha...!!!! Mad, no... mad doesn't do it. I gather I'm speaking to my number one wife?" "Yes..." She squeaked as a tear joined the splattering of booze. It abstractly still amused me that even Simon couldn't pick us apart. I mean to me, we were like chalk and cheese. "You're cheating on me! You three are whores! Slut's, not worthy of any of us!!" I'd never before seen Simon really mad. Like really mad! Now I had, so I had to try, it was our last chance, and, as someone once said... a smart person most likely... is 'that the truth heals'. "Simon, say what you must, but we are not unfaithful. When we're with you, we are entirely faithful. With you and Jerry, we involve no other man. Okay, so we are three when we cycle between you, but you know we are really one person. You said that! With Joe, we are involved in an entirely different sexual dynamic. Joe, unfortunately, isn't much good in bed. If it was just his own wife sleeping with another man, and with his consent, then what business is that of yours?" "Yeah," Pinkie mentally tagged me. "When we spend time with Joe, he's our loving caring husband, but Carl's our cock!" She appeared bright and chirpy. Bloody Pinkie, always the optimist! "So, we're not cheating, and we're not whores! Carl is like our surrogate cock, and that's all he is. We don't love the bruiser, we just fuck him!" Oh my god... But it got worse. April had to throw in her dimes worth. "So we bang Carl when we're with Joe, and sometimes when we..." Oh shit... "When we what?" Simon enquired almost hesitatingly. I wacked the skank over the head with my open palm. "Ouch!" I had to apply a band aide fast, we were haemorrhaging badly. In fact this appeared fatal. "Simon, we may have crossed the line a teeny bit..." I let it hang, "we kind of let Carl see in the new season... with us..." "Crossed the line!!!!" He collapsed back in his lounger. "Crossed the line! If there's a 'line' to cross, then you three crossed it in a Saturn five rocket and blew it up Uranus." He was trembling, desperately trying to think. "So, when you have your little quarterly breaks, to 'bond', as you all so eloquently put it, you're off somewhere banging this ape Carl?" "Well sort of, we..." "Sort of... sort of!!!! You're either fucking him or you're not, there is no sort of!" I tried again. "See, we kinda consider that our rotations end and begin in tune with our breaks, so technically we're still faithful up to the point of us leaving home, and from the time we resume again following..." "Horseshit... That's crap! You're twisting this to suit your perverted little one tack minds! Is there something else I'm missing here?" We shuffled and competed for obscurity. God, if he was upset now, what would he do if he finds out Carl has exclusive use of our backdoors! No point saying that Joe would be denied that orifice on cuckold grounds, or because Jerry is uncomfortably big... and because of that 'one in all in' mind set we have, we'd banned all three husbands the experience. I tried to breathe... "Um..." I started. "We kind off..." Pinkie followed. "Go a bit mad..." April expanded. "When Carl's fucking us and..." I gulped. "He sorta fucks us..." April tired bravely... but failed. "He fucks us up the ass!" Pinkie chirped and clapped her hands gaily. Oh... "What..." Simon did not look well. "I need a break. I'll send you an e-mail..." Our beautiful man rose on unsteady feet and walked like a wounded soldier with a bullet lodged in his heart from the room, grasping his car keys as he did so. We just looked at each other in stunned disbelief as the twin catalytic exhausts of Simons BMW X5 howled away into the cool of the night. "Well, that went well..." I threw a cushion at Pinkie. ************************************** We had to come clean. There were no options. The cards were collapsing and we needed refuge. The quicksand was rising. "We have to front Joe, and then god help us ... Jerry." My suggestion was met with hesitant agreement. "We could leave the country... go to Swaziland..." Pinkie offered and two cushions ricochet off her petulant head. "When should we talk to Joe?" April appeared frightened and we group hugged. "What if Simon doesn't come back?" We were all thinking it, and simultaneously we three wept as one. Why were we so fucked up...? "He'll come back honey; he just needs time to sort it out. He loves us, I know he does. He's just... raw. Give him two days, and if he doesn't come home, we'll front Joe. If he's half the man I think he is, he'll understand and he'll help us out of this pickle." I tried to sound up-beat, but my squeakiness may have betrayed me. My sisters likewise reflected my uncertainty. We kissed, hugged and returned to our current homes, leaving Pinkie home alone, with the kids of course, but very much alone and forlorn. ****************************** I haven't mentioned it, but of course we three had full time day nanny's so the kids were well looked after. My eldest cherub, Benny, Joe's eldest, had run his first Nanny down with his electric car and we got sued for negligence. Silly old thing couldn't jump clear fast enough, so I made a point to only hire younger and fitter girls capable of fleeing from harm's way. I mean, shit, all kids were dangerous after all! Okay, so not all kids raced electric cars about the house, but hey... I'd caught Joe ogling the new girl, Nanny Sandy, one day. The little slut was wearing inappropriate attire, so I formally requested her to lower the hem line by a minimum four inches and wear a bra on the job. She reluctantly complied. I ticked Joe off for his wayward eyes and marched off in a huff to meet Carl at the Marion. I needed calming. Anyway, two days passed and Simon was still AWOL. I dreaded the call, and when it came, I hesitated in picking up the phone; rather preferred staring at the thing like it was a snake. I finally answered, at the precise instant April did. Pinkie was sobbing. She hadn't heard a thing from Simon. It was time to front our Joe, we needed help. God help us... ************************** 12 PREPPING THE DOTS. Joe appeared confused when we gathered about him and April sat a steaming coffee in his hands. We feared he'd need more than caffeine... perhaps Valium? We had the kids over and it was around midday on a Saturday. Joe was supposedly taking his lunch break, working from home as he does. Nanny 'Green', that's Joe's slut nanny Sandy, was teamed up with Betty; Nanny 'Pink' and Fe; Nanny 'Blue'. They were minding all the kids out in the pool. In oversight I had missed the opportunity to stipulate strict standards to the size of Sandy's bikini. Shit, I had to draw the blinds to keep Joe focused. Way too much bum cheek displayed to a guy who was essentially a full blown voyeur. And her tits defied freaking gravity! "Joe, Simon is missing. I think he's left me." Pinkie dressed in blue cut-off Daisy Duke's jeans and a sparsely buttoned up blue denim shirt looked very distraught. Me, adorned in pink bowed pigtails and a pink micro mini continued. "Simon is pretty upset, and this actually concerns you Joe." "And we want to come clean with you darling." April patted her 'husband's' hand whilst sitting next to him. She of course wore a flouncy green summer dress, my colours. Pinkie pressed on. "You see Joey, we, that's me and Pinkie... we know about Carl." Joe gasped and physically paled, frantically searching April's face (his current 'wife') and desperately sought solace. We knew how he might feel, if other people knew he was being cuckolded. He'd certainly feel humiliated. April just smiled reassurance and continued. "Sorry Joe honey, but us sisters know everything there is to know about each other, always have, even while we were inside our mother's womb. Anything we do... as a husband and wife, they know about... they have to know." I forged on. "Someone we love very dearly told us recently, that we three are one entity. If you like... we're conjoined triplets; only we're joined telepathically. Would you agree with his prognosis Joe?" "Yeah, I guess that would be about right with you guys, I guess I've never really thought about it. But... so you know about us?" He looked at the real Pinkie and me (the fake Pinkie) nervously whilst his 'pretend' wife, April, held his hand in support. As Pinkie, I offered further explanation. "Yes Joey, it would make sense, that if we are linked, like in mind and thought, then of course we know each other intimately darlin." I had just dropped automatically into Pinkies mind set and bad grammar. "We've known since that first day, remember, when I pretended to pork Carl in yo bedroom while May checked out how you would react. Actually, April (I glanced at Pinkie who was currently April) was hiding in the hall closet watching as well. Yo all see, we all knew you were going to be cuckolded, and we were keen to see if you'd accept the idea of another man fucking your pretty wife." I smiled warmly. All mostly bullshit other than the fact we were all in on it. Of course it was the real Pinkie pretending to fuck Carl, while I checked out his ability to cope. Joe squirmed. "Shit, you must all think I'm some girly wimp, allowing that and all." "Not at all Joe," I continued as Pinkie. "It's all cool. We admire your bravery and courage in allowing May her pleasure. It takes real guts and true love to suffer the hurt you suffer every time Carl's fucking her. It must be difficult to endure and we three all admire and respect you so much darlin." I leaned over and kissed his lips. Joe had started to tear up but he tensed, thinking Pinkie was kissing him! My beautiful courageous boy... but prepare now for some real hurt my love. Be strong... for all of us. This is where we cross the Rubicon. "Joe, honey" April began quietly, acting as me. "The thing is, we, that is all three of us... are actually fucking Carl." Triple Treats Pt. 03 Joe balked. His eyes went wide. "No way..." Real Pinkie acting as April chuckled. "Yes, we are, only our husbands didn't know about it, until recently... when Simon found out. He's so upset that he's left me." Pinkie spilt genuine tears. Her emotions, like ours were all over the shop. "When you told him the other Sunday, about Carl, he confronted me and I admitted my infidelity, and he's run off." Pinkie blubbered. "But, he told me he knew, he said he knew May was seeing someone else, and I only just confirmed it, but I knew nothing about you and Carl!" Joe looked so apologetic, and my heart soared. He was so genuine. This next bit was going to hurt... bad. I wanted to tread gently. "Joe, Simon wasn't asking you about May sleeping with Carl, he was actually feeling you out about us all sleeping with other... men... not Carl per se." "Huh?" I would see the veins ticking nervously in his temple. April tagged in. "Joe honey, Simon worked it out, that we three have been sleeping with other men, that is, other than just Carl, for a very long time... I'm so sorry baby, but we should have informed you, but we just couldn't." "Shit, does Jerry know?" Three heads shook vigorously. "Nooo!!!" He turned to his 'wife', April, acting as me. "But, if you were upfront with me about Carl, and you know I'm okay with it, why couldn't you just tell me about these other men as well?" April looked down sadly. I decided to push on. "Um, that would be because she's been sleeping with my husband, and has been doing so for the last two months... every single night..." "Huh..." he shook his head, "but she's been here with me... or with Carl every night for the last..." Poor boy was so confused. "I know," I hesitated, here we go. "That's because she's not your wife, I am." Silence pierced the air like cannon fire... if that is even possible. But in that instant of time it was. The coffee mug flopped in slow motion and a half cup of cold caffeine infused, brown liquid, spilt like soft mud over the kitchen table. I think Joe's heart stopped. "I'm so sorry Joe, but I'm May, your married wife and this is April. She's been with you these past seven weeks, ever since the start of autumn, when we last swapped." His head had collapsed onto his folded arms. Pinkie had scurried for a wash cloth. "Nooo..." Joe's wail sounded pathetic. It took a while to explain and work through the complexities of our 'marriage'. Joe just sat, mostly nodded, sometimes shook his head and throughout undertook a really good impression of death warmed up. "So, the kids are mine, but to each of you?" We nodded acquiescence. And each of you sleeps with Carl, but only during my rotation." We definitely showed more guilt agreeing to that sorrowful fact. But there was more, so I volunteered that information. "We all fuck Carl during our change-over night, at the end of each season, and on New Year's, when we party together." I heaved a lung full of air. "And Carl has exclusive use of our... bottoms." No one uttered a sound. But all eyes were darting about madly, as if to seek refuge in others. I walked over and knelt in front of 'our' man and clasped his hands in mine. "Honey, I might be May, the woman you stood beside during our wedding ceremony, but you were actually marrying us, we three... as one. Your vows were recited to us, all three of us together and we, us three, have loved you... and needed you... and bore your beautiful children. When you married, you married a freak of humanity, an entity that exists in three parts. I understand how, at first that may detest and frighten you, but it was our one chance at normality." I was crying profusely now, hell we all were. I kissed Joe's wet face. "Of the three of our husbands, you are easily the best all-rounder, only lacking in sexual prowess. We decided to cuckold you for that reason, which has worked out wonderfully by the way. You love it, and we all enjoy our time with you... perhaps even more so than the time spent with either Simon or Jerry, and that's because of the sacrifice and the uncompromising love you have for us. You might notice I refer to your marriage as 'you' and 'us'. There is no me, or April or June; there has only ever, and there will only ever be 'us'. We are one, and you need to accept that or we have no future. It was this issue that kept us traveling this flawed path, building this charade... this fickle house of cards. We stupidly believed we were smart enough to pull it off." April interjected. "Hell, we have succeeded for nearly ten years, including our time together in college, but Simon worked out our identities and challenged us. He queried you, wanting desperately to share that knowledge with you. We'd warned him that you wouldn't be able to handle it but he pressed you anyway, checking your feelings on polygamy. When you unknowingly divulged our relationship with Carl, Simon cracked it. He left Pinkie two days ago and we're really scared Joe. We really need your strength right now. Without Simon, we're broken and without your support, we fear our lives, our homes and families will collapse." Of course we were now three balling messed up broken women, clinging to our only real life line. We sat and cried, we waited and we hoped to God this could be resolved. Joe dabbed his own tears and looked at each of us slowly and in turn. He steadied his gaze out the window at the tribe of kids and crawling babies out on the lawn. He nodded slowly. The numbers ticked over in his head... wheels whirred and cogs clacked. This man was a pillar. "Well..." He glanced between the three of us, at the three identical redheads holding their breath and dabbing at their eyes. "Well my beautiful wife," He referred to all three of us, glancing panoramically. "We need to get cracking. First thing's first. Jerry needs informing. It's only right. Simon may be the least of our troubles. Jerry is not going to take this well. At least I was already comfortable with my wife having a boyfriend, but Jerry... Shit!" He was right. Jerry was way more possessive than either Joe or Simon. Excitedly and now extremely relieved, we group hugged our 'Mr Average'. What a crock of bullshit, this guy was seriously underestimated. He was nothing even close to average because his man was a towering rock. I breathed a half sigh of relief as I drove back to the 'house of pink' in the family SUV with two kids fighting over M&M's in the back seat while Nanny 'Pink' played with Jerry Jnr's little fingers as he cooed happily from within the baby capsule. At least we had Joe on board, but what of Jerry? And where the hell was our Simon? As Pinkie, I was obviously in my cycle with Jerry. I'd been given the task of softening him up before the knockout blow. Little did I know what was in store... ---------------------------------------- I sat nervously on the bed awaiting his return from training. I was dressed in Pinkies prettiest sheer nighty and wore pink stockings with garters. The sheer lace barely covered my ass, and I felt a bit naughty without panties, but I knew this was how Jerry liked his 'Pinkie'. He trudged into the bedroom, hot and sweaty and seeking a shower. He stopped mid-stride, his eyes went wide and his smile imitated a wolf's. I fluttered my lids. "Hi sweetie, have yo all had a nice day?" "Grrr..." He grabbed me. Shit he stunk of sweat and raw maleness. Jerry went feral. My little nighty was instantly shoved up over my tits, and I was squealing as his big hungry mouth and nipping teeth found nub flesh. My nipples purred and my pussy meowed. The fact that I was scared shitless anticipating what was to unfold seemed to add to my wantonness. Two husbands now knew who we were; what we were and what we were doing. This big bulldozer had no concept whatsoever. That thought had me shivering, but it also prodded at me like a bolt of electricity. I wriggled free enough to rip his tracksuit pants to his knees and then repeated the manoeuvre with his boxer shorts. Somehow I twisted about and planted my hot pussy over his chuckling mouth and impaled mine over the huge head of that wonderful erect cock. It stank of stale sweat and a twinge of urine, just how I liked my Jerry's cock; raw and all male. Making sure to rub it all over my face I dug further, lapping at his balls, pushing my face further into his crevice, seeking out the musty aroma of his anus. Hmmm... I ground my cunt harder into his face, purring and sloppily sucking and licking everything within reach of my tongue. I couldn't get enough, I wanted it all. Was it the fear of losing this wonderful man that drove me to the insatiable lengths to absorb him? The drive to please him pushed my own needs aside. I couldn't ever remember not feeling orgasmic from a husband orally pleasing me. This was a first! I was so focused on worshiping Jerry's cock and balls, that my own pleasure seemed totally irrelevant. Was I seeking forgiveness? Perhaps my sacrificial need was penance? As you can imagine, I'd had a lot of practice now with this huge and special appendage, and it was important to keep pace with Pinkie who had managed to get it down her throat, and so, as to maintain continuance, I had managed to do the same. April was lagging, but she disguised her lack of ability by sticking her fingers up his bum and making him roar! That seemed to make him lose focus! It was so typically April. So I did what I'd practised and forced my head over that huge shiny black cock until I began to gag, and then I swallowed and there it was, safe and warm in my throat where it belonged. I just hovered there impaled, unable to breath as this mighty man gasped and surrendered to my insignificant femininity. Only Jerry had the ability to do this to me, to allow me to surrender to a cock, to give its bearer my all, and in turn he surrendered to me. I held as thirty seconds clicked by... forty. My tonsils tickled his frenulum; my pulsing neck squeezed his cock like a gripping vagina. One minute ticked... he yelled, and pulsed. I was beginning to black out, but I smiled. Take my gift, I've got you big guy, now give me my prize. He lurched and his hips pushed upwards but I clung on like a leech. Hot gloopy seed spat down my gullet as he jettisoned his life force down into my greedy tummy. I pulled back gasping and sucking at air, before vacuuming my beautiful cock clean of any residue. I needed every tiny morsel of his precious gift. Jerry was shuddering as his body capitulated and his powerful male perfection just shut down, having given its all to its petite feminine conqueror. In the shower I washed his bald head and soaped his massive chest as he held me aloft whilst fully impaled. I was pinned on cock, and it was so wonderfully perfect. "Um, Jerry honey... do you like my sisters?" "Huh, huh, they're nice, but not as beautiful as you. I married you June, and you're the only woman I love." I gasped as his cock pulsed somewhere really deep up inside me. How could I possibly tell this precious man that his June was, at this precise moment sitting in Simon's house sobbing over his departure? "But you do like them; after all they both look identical to me?" "Yeah, but those two just aren't you. You're so much more suited to me, we click and... well you're so unique." "Okay, I get that, but what if you had the chance, no questions asked and no regrets, to sleep with either of them. Now it's just a question, so ..." "No way, I don't play around and I don't share my woman, and I don't even look at other women!" He began fucking me hard, long hard stokes that crashed against the entrance to my womb. I was struggling to stay focused, the bloody orgasm that I thought may elude me, was fast approaching. "Call me old fashioned, but you're mine... mine!" He erupted at the precise instant my brain melted. I clung on for my life as my crushing orgasm grabbed his pumping cock and strangled it, in a seemingly desperate attempt to kill it. Jerry cursed, pulled me free and whilst still clinging to his thick neck, I pumped my girl juice all over his rippled six-pack. Okay, so my first foray into softening Jerry had failed. He had old fashioned principles, and he was steadfast in his convictions. He was a one girl guy. Shit... We needed to dangle a carrot and April would be that carrot. "Jerry, honey, I haven't told you, but I think you should know." We were cuddling in bed now and he was looking pretty dopey from his 'big' day. I was gently caressing his flaccid cock, but more as a stress ball than giving any contemplation at coaxing life from it. "What baby?" "Well, it's been kept a big secret, but I think you should know before you find out from other people. My sister, May... well she's having an affair with another man." "What!!" That woke him up. "She's sleeping with another guy?" "Huh huh..." "Shit, does Joe know?" "Yes." "What, he knows!?" "Yep, and he accepts it." I pulled his cock up and let it flop... it smacked heavily into his gut and twitched. "He accepts that she's cheating!" "Yep, and it isn't cheating if Joe knows and approves." "No way!" "Yes way, and if you haven't heard of the dynamic, it's called cuckolding." "What the fuck..." "It's when a husband approves of and actually encourages his wife to take a lover. May has a boyfriend Jerry, and his name is Carl Hoffman and he's tall and blond. Joe and he are friends and May fucks Carl with Joe's blessing." The cock was stirring. "I thought you should know, because Joe and May are coming over tomorrow for dinner, and Carl's coming too. They wanted to introduce you." "Shit... have you met this Carl dude?" "Yes, I've met him on occasion. (well, it wasn't complete bullshit.) I can see why May likes him." I smiled slyly, thinking 'and April and your real wife June, like him a lot too', but I thought that might be a little too much too soon. "May wants to get it out in the open, so when you're introduced, be polite and considerate. This is pretty tough on Joe too. It's like him coming out of the closet. Carl's a nice guy, a simple man with a big heart." And a nice big cock but that might be TMI. Speaking of cocks, my big black one was up and throbbing. "Does that excite you, May having a boyfriend?" "Fuck no; if you pulled a stunt like that I'd kill the bastard involved. But I admit it's fucked up." Jerry hissed, grabbed me in a death roll and speared into my wet pussy without mercy. Hmm, interesting? Was there hope? Tomorrow would bring light? _____________________________ 13 DOTS FLAT LINE. Joe, April and Carl arrived at noon and images of the 'O.K. Coral' flashed through my head. "Hello Jerry." April started the intros. "This is my friend Carl." Carl stretched out his big hand. It was like witnessing an immovable object sizing up an infinite force. "Good to meet you man." Carl smiled. "Yeah, like wise bro." Jerry looked unsure. He acknowledged his brother a little demurely. "Hi Joe, want a drink?" I think the drink offer was meant to encompass all. We settled into conversation. Pinkie had accompanied all of our kids and their Nannies to the Zoo. We had the 'Pink' house to ourselves. April walked over with a fresh drink and casually sat on Carl's lap, placing her arm around his neck. That action, I noticed with amusement, had Jerry shuffling uncomfortably in his seat. Joe actually smirked in amusement and sat comfortably back, legs crossed. I winked at him when Jerry poured his second scotch and Joe reciprocated. This was all Joe's plan, so I hoped to hell it worked! The idea of seeing my identical reflection sitting in the arms of another man, (we hoped), would give Jerry insight into what it might be like seeing me with another man. Well not me per se, but his real 'wife' Pinkie. The only tiny issue would be that, not only would he have to become accustomed to his own 'wife' being with Carl, but also with her screwing his two brothers for months on end... while he himself bedded his wife's' sisters consecutively as well. Oh, and he'd need to get his head around the fact that all his kids had different mothers, another small detail that he was not currently privy too. Otherwise this was not an insurmountable problem! Oh god... There's an old proverb that goes something like 'if you've dug your grave then what's to save...' Okay, so I made that up... Joe carried on a normal conversation with Jerry while his wife 'May' (April in a green blouse, pretending to be me) kissed her boyfriend passionately. Carl's hand pushed up under the blouse, and I watched enthralled and a little jealous as my older sister made out with our 'bull'. Alright, it was time to push this along. "Hey you two, if you can't keep your hands off each other, then perhaps you should get a room?" I said it like it was a joke. "Oh, god yes. Great idea Pinkie!" April hissed, jumped up and hauled Carl into the house! Jerry sat immovably sill and appeared stunned. "It's okay man." Joe stated calmly sitting back to sip his drink. "Those two can never seem to get enough of each other." "But Joe, she's your wife! How can you..." Joe didn't let him finish, but I could see the delight in his eyes. "It's because I love her so much man. How can you not allow a woman that beautiful and that sexual, unlimited pleasure and fulfilment? I'm not enough Jerry, and I'm smart enough to realise that. May loves me unconditionally, and I love her exactly the same way. So Carl gives her what I can't sexually, but she loves me man, not him." "Okay... wow, I... I had no idea. Shit man, if it works for you, then it's not for me to judge?" "Jerry, surely, if June needed more than you could give her, you'd allow her to spread her wings too. You can't cage a sublime sexual creature, a wild feminine creature that is so unique and so exotically beautiful, just so as to satisfy your own selfish desires of ownership. Yes this is what society expects but, is it possible for one man to fully satisfy one woman completely? It would be pretty special and extremely rare if he could. Generally there's lots of compromise and secrets not shared between monogamous couples, the result of which leads to unhappy marriages and their ultimate failure. Would you have the balls to allow your wife to bed another man... if she really desired it?" Could you do that for her and allow her that freedom? "No..." He glanced sideways at me nervously and gulped when I smiled. "Well, I don't think I could do it man... I wouldn't be strong enough." He thought quickly, I could see the wheels turn. "But I would like to think I could offer June everything she needs." He patted his lap. I scurried aboard. Joe spoke gently. "So, you claim to be the perfect man?" Jerry was cornered. "No, but..." Jerry pulled me in close, almost possessively. I had no idea just how insecure Jerry actually was. Insecure and self-doubting, and so unlike my average Joe! Joe continued. "No one is perfect man. We all lack in something. I've realised my deficiencies and I have sought to rectify that in using Carl as my surrogate. If your June was missing some part of what she requires, to be completely satisfied, surely you would do everything within your power to rectify the issue... shit I know you would." I was breathing fast. Shit Joe, you are amazing! Jerry looked stunned. He didn't answer, but the seed was sown. Guys, hang five, I'm just going for some refreshments. I charged into Pinkie's bedroom breathless and horny. April was on all fours on the bed as Carl ploughed her ass like a steam shovel. I stripped my pink ribbons and heels, jeans and mauve t-shirt. The light pink bra and pantie set followed quickly. I danced excitedly on the spot. God I was horny. Jerry was pliable, we could do this. Triple Treats Pt. 03 Softly... softly. "Hey slut, give me a turn!" I pulled Carl backward and his cock popped audibly free. "Oh, I'm having fun here May... you spoil sport!" "It's your turn down there to serve entrée and work on Jerry some more. You can be Pinkie for a while." I shuffled into place and offered up my bottom hole like a greedy whore. Carl grunted and worked his way into my crinkly tunnel. I moaned deeply. "Oh god that's good!" I watched with squinted vision as April dressed grumpily in my discarded pinkness. Yes she sniffed the panties. Silly slut had this thing about soiled undies. They seemed to pass inspection and she tugged them up as my first orgasm approached. I was determined to squeeze a couple out before Carl lost it, him having spent fifteen minutes rough sawing April already. Carl mooed like a bull ten minutes later and shot his hot cum deep up my rectum. Hmmm, that was nice; two nice big orgasms, just what the doctor ordered on a stressful day. I thought it time to push things to a new level. I pulled on the discarded green blouse and aqua bra. The blouse barely covered my mound. My red tuft was smattered with cum where Carl had wiped his cock clean and my bottom hole dripped gloop. Dressed as described, I walked hand in hand with a very pleased and contented looking Carl, back out onto the patio. All eyes turned and even April appeared shocked. She mouthed 'you slut' as I swayed in, with pussy displayed and a smile as wide as the Amazon. Joe seemed to recover first. "So, did that get it out of your system darling?" "Oh thank you baby. Yes it was just wonderful!" I let go of Carl's hand and made a big show of kissing and hugging Joe, being sure to wave my pouting and drippy bum at Jerry. I have no idea why he was so dumbstruck, but I suspected it more likely due to my gooey bum and the fact I was semi-nude... rather than the obvious fact that Carl had just screwed me. "I love you so much for allowing this sweetie. You're such a wonderful man." I sat on his lap and we hugged. "I came six times!" Well it was a half-truth because combined with April we had! Joe just chuckled and I whispered in his ear... very quietly. "It's me, May, we swapped out." Joe started laughing and pulled me in close. God I loved this amazing man! I sat on Joe's lap, half naked and cooing like a dove. April sat in Jerry's lap swooning like her sister Pinkie would do. Carl demurely cooked the meat. We swapped back later, to our current husband's, after we'd eaten and finally Joe, Carl and April headed off home. Pinkie would keep the kids overnight. Of course I had douched and cleaned up before Jerry 'reclaimed' me. "So baby, what did you think of Carl?" I broached the subject to an unusually subdued Jerry. "He's a nice guy, isn't he?" "Yeah... but... Fuck, did you see your sister! What a slut! She was prancing about naked, with her bum stretched out dripping his cum... and in front of Joe!!" I wanted to giggle. Okay, I admit the derogatory slut remark was justly deserved. "Yeah that May is a slut for sure, but did Joe seem upset? I thought he looked really happy today." I paused for effect. "And, yes my sister flirted a bit, well a lot really, but she's happy too. It didn't bother me. I'm happy for them both. It's only you Jerry who seems perturbed. Are you upset?" Time to play with his cock! I pulled him onto the bed and caressed his boxer covered groin. "Well, I was just a bit shocked." "Would you like to tie me up, and spank me for being so naughty?" "I should tie your slut sister up and give her what for..." He grabbed my hair and hauled me from the bed. I wailed and orgasmed through two hours of S&M and I loved every moment of it. Jerry was seemingly possessed and he was so very possessive. He needed the loosening up. When we finally curled up into each other arm's to fall asleep I whispered. "So, if I needed more than what you can give me, would you be amenable to me seeking more?" I pushed my chin into his clavicle. "Do you need more?" He sounded contrite. "Yes, we all need more Jerry, you included. We can always live a partially satisfied existence, if that's all we want, but why not have it all?" "So, you want to sleep with another man...?" "Maybe if that's what I needed, but there may be other things as well..." "Shit June, I don't know... other things... what like?" "Not tonight baby, perhaps some other time. Sleep now my beautiful man." I blew into that spot on his neck that made the big powerful man shiver. Yes sleep my lovely, because tomorrow would bring the storm. ----------------------------- Simon was still MIA. Four days gone, and it was time to deliver both barrels to the poor, and mostly unsuspecting, Jerry. We decided to dump nine kids and three 'minders' on poor Joe. Mind you he'd love every minute of it, kids included. That slut Sandy did however need a talking to. Who in their sound mind would prance about in that tiny bikini anyway? God, she was half naked for god's sake! The slut! And I'd have to chastise Joe later for his wayward eyes! The three of us sat around the coffee table in the 'house of Pink' once more awaiting Jerry's arrival. His Porsche Cayenne rumbled into the driveway. We glanced at each other nervously. We'd determined that, for this showdown, we'd be ourselves. Pinkie was the most nervous, because she was to act as Jerry's 'real' wife, which in fact she was! We had of course talked this through, but everything depended on our careful delivery. "Hi baby!" June hugged our man as he entered. He of course knew we were here, given the two extra Carrera GT's in the driveway blocking his entrance to the garage. "Hello honey, hi girls." He nodded. "Baby, would you like a drink?" A bottle of Valium tablets may have been more appropriate. "Come and sit, there's something we'd like to discuss with you." Pinkie led our 'husband' to the settee and sank down beside him. I had a drink set in his hand in seconds. He looked nervous, because this was unprecedented. He could clearly sense we three were as nervous as mice sneaking about a cattery. June glanced about checking for moral support. We both nodded and she began her delivery. "So, we wanted to talk to you along the lines of what we discussed the other day, you know, concerning that evolving idea... about none of us being totally content with our lot in life, and the concept of perhaps expanding that line of thought." "Yes... but..." "Well, you know that May has a boyfriend, Carl, and that Joe is totally cool with it?" "Yeah... but..." "And ,well, you seem okay with that?" "Hmm... sorta. It's her and Joe's business. Can't say I approve... but..." "Okay, well, would it be okay if I wanted you, that is, if I asked you... to sleep with either of my sisters... or perhaps even with both of them?" "What... You want me to cheat on you?" "It's not cheating if I know about it, and approve of you doing it baby!" Jerry eyed each of us nervously. I tried on a meek shy smile, just to pretend I was nervous. Actually I was petrified! We needed him to want to sleep with us real bad... like our futures depended on it! "Honey, we as sisters have always shared everything... and I do mean everything!" Pinkie was animated now. "We share the same mind thoughts for fucks sake! You're such a beautiful man and such a great lover, that we all want to share you. I want that desperately, and so do my sisters." "You're fucking with me!?" Three solemn wooden faces stared back as his fearful eyes darted about. "In fact we want you to love us equally, like you do me. We all love you Jerry, it's just that you don't know how much. "How much?" "Yes, how much each of us loves you! We all equally love you... as one, we always have. We are one Jerry; you actually married all three of us." "Huh?" "When you recited your vows, you were agreeing to marry all three of us. You just never realised it. Could you possibly love three women, given that all three are DNA identical?" "I, well..." "No you couldn't and not because we are different in any way, but because society says we all have to be monogamous. How does society cater to three 'beings', three functional independent women who are in fact one...? How...?" He shrugged. I decided to continue. Pinkie nodded, passing the baton. "Siamese twins conjoined in body can be separated. A boy born as a girl can be modified to conform. Women and men who love and have same sex partners are accepted by our modern society. But how do we conform, having the one mind?" I paused to allow Jerry to catch up. His head was quite obviously spinning. "We had to push boundaries Jerry, or we would not have survived and we would never have been considered 'normal'. Unfortunately we are very much... probably way too much actually... very much sexual creatures and we're heterosexual. We like men, and well, we like 'us' as well." I glanced about my sisters and they each nodded as one. "But not women in general, per se; just us, as sisters. Our sex drive is pretty much un-chartable and that's probably because sex is brain induced and in our case it's multiplied by three, our minds working as one. If one of us is feeling horny we all feel it. If we three are horny at the same time, then god help us!" I portrayed exasperation in sync with my clones. "We obviously had to have a man each, because that is what society expects of us, but it would be impossible for us to be exclusive. We're freaks of nature Jerry, and you were either unlucky, or lucky enough, depending on your point of view, to become involved with us. We're one, and you married us all." I waved my hand in a sweeping motion to indicate my siblings. "I'm confused..." Pinkie tagged me. "Honey I asked you earlier, would you; could you love my sisters?" "But I love you?" "Who am I? Could you actually pick me from them? We're clones, perfect DNA clones. Hell if I looked at my sisters with gamma rays blocking our brainwaves, I couldn't pick them apart!" "Of course I know you! I know you intimately!" Jerry seemed frightened but so adamant. I had to smile. We, all three, rose as one and left the room. In the spare room we silently stripped naked and holding hands we re-entered the living room as nude the day we were placed in our blue, green and pink plastic baby tubs. Jerry had just finished the mouthful of scotch. Good thing because he would have blown it across the room. "Oh shit!!!" "Honey, I want you to pick out your wife, and take your time." I pouted and did Pinkie's blinky cute shit, and even held my hands behind my back a little submissively. April did my sway and Pinkie stood legs parted and pussy cracked, appearing a touch dominant. "Um ..." "You can inspect us, kiss us, or even fuck us if it helps, but get it right big boy, or your theory is exposed." Pinkie placed a hand on hip portraying a steely countenance. Jerry stood but he was obviously panicked. His uncertainty exposed him. In that instant I started swaying and April blinked. Then Pinkie placed her hands behind her back. Jerry face clouded, he knew he was fucked. I stepped forward. "I'm May Jerry, and I've loved you from the very first day we picked you out in that basketball game, and from the very first time we both fucked... three days later. In fact, I was the first one of us to take that monster of yours up my poor pussy. You put Pinkie in hospital when she stupidly invited you to take her ass." April stepped forward. "Hello Jerry, my name's April. I fucked you second. Didn't it seem weird, that I squealed louder as 'Pinkie' on my second impalement on that lovely cock?" She blinked and smiled. "I'm a bit of a cry baby, even if I do pretend to be the bossy one." Pinkie stepped to the plate. "My beautiful husband; I got to have you last, because my poor bottom had a big bandage on it." She pouted, blinked and did her submissive stance. Then it all went pear shaped. Of course we'd made a fundamental error of judgement. Typical! Okay, so we weren't trained physiologists. An excuse we're still sticking too! Jerry swayed, his eyes turned up in his head, and like a giant felled redwood, he collapsed backward. His head cracked and bounced once before I even reacted. Oh fuck! We scrambled. I dived naked across him checking his airway. Nothing! No freaking pulse! I screamed for someone to call 911, but the call was already connecting before breath had left me. Pinkie had read my mind. April was doing heart pumps with clasped hands, throwing all her weight onto his chest. I blew into his lungs via his trachea in perfect timed pulses with my sister's hard depressions. Jerry's heart had stopped... Oh my god!! Blood pooled onto the hardwood floor from beneath his dark bald head and crept like a slow moving plague. I felt faint... _____________________________ 14. DOT AWARENESS. The hospital smelt of ammonia and fear. The paramedics had arrived within minutes to find three spread eagled naked and identical apparitions frantically working to revive a very large black man. They instantly mentally ticked off kinky rough sex involving sexy naked triplets... that had resulted in the victim's heart failure. It was my moment of reflection and tears scrolled incessantly down my cheeks as I gripped the hands of identical sobbing sisters. My reminiscent mind had returned to the present. What had we done...? The hose of cards had tilted, trembled and collapsed into a jumbled pile of irretrievable debris. Jerry was plugged into monitors and the ECG beeps spiked with constant frequency. Jerry would live... thank god. Brain damage was a possibility, but my delivery of oxygen to his lungs and April's frantic heart prompting had likely supplied him with just enough red blood cells for his survival and ongoing cognitive brain function. We prayed. We prayed to the God above... *^*^*^* The kids were home asleep and in the care of the nannies. Joe stood with us as we wept for our brave Jerry. Beautiful Joe held the three of us as close as it is humanly possible to hold three people. His wives cried into their husband's comforting shoulder as the machines continued their rhythmical pumping and blinking. A familiar presence moved in behind me... a warm had found my clammy one. I swivelled and my tear reddened eyes beheld a sight I barely believed. "Simon..." I squeaked. To say pandemonium ensued would be pretty much on the button. We three nearly kissed him ragged. Speaking of ragged; he certainly was that! Sporting a week of beard growth, uncombed wild hair and bags under his apologetic eyes, Simon reflected the vision of a homeless bum. Even his glasses were missing! He looked old... tired... "I'm sorry, I needed space..." He took a deep breath. "I'm gutless and weak. You guys chose me, and I should be so proud. You three are who you are, and I need to grow a set and accept that what I have is truly amazing and so very special. I have three beautiful children and three beautiful women who are... and 'is', singularly, my wife." That earned a zillion more kisses. Joe just sat back in a chair cross legged and chuckled. Simon was crying worse than us! If you could harvest the wet tears spilt in that sanitized hospital room that night, and once desalinated, you'd likely grow enough lawn in Death Valley to graze sheep. "If you need another man... like you need Carl, hey... I can live with that. Just not on my watch, okay?" We all nodded like doe eyed donkeys. "If I can bombard atoms and change their molecular structure, then I can alter my mind set too." He grinned through blurred vision. "So I guess Jerry didn't take it that well either?" We nearly laughed, but the smiles helped. We had two back... Come on brave Jerry... we need you too! ^*^*^*^* We rotated through a bedside vigil giving time to running the household and maintaining kids. We made sure to all wear pink when we visited Jerry, who unbelievably, needed four valve shunts. His arteries were cactus. The doctors said it was a good thing he went down when and where he did, in the presence of three doctors and not behind the wheel of his car! Evidently he was a walking heart attack. Who freaking knew? Sometimes tough exteriors hide fragile interiors. And conversely the opposite applies. Of course there's the physical analogy, but I'm also referring to the mental one. Our husbands were pretty good examples. Anyway, Jerry's playing career was now behind him. He was close to retirement anyway, so he just shrugged and said 'hey, that's life'. He'd been a week in hospital and assessed as making a full and complete recovery. We decided to continue the rest of our little 'chat' while he was hooked up and connected to his new heart pace monitor. The little electronic device in his big chest was designed to give him an electronic jab if his heart decided it didn't ever want to play ball again. We suspected that our 'chat' might give the new medical technology a good workout... The three of us along with Simon and Joe sat around Jerry's bed. I held one big dark hand and Pinkie the other. April delivered the prepared spiel. "Jerry, there's no easy way to say this, but we are all in accordance; that it just needs to be said. Joe and Simon know everything, and you need to it all know as well. Would you like to bite down on a piece of wood? This will be painful." We laughed nervously and Jerry's hand tightened in mine. "Jerry, Simon exposed our treachery. He diagnosed correctly that we were living a lie, and, well it was really, but to us it wasn't. We three married three perfect men; men that met each of our needs, only our 'needs' are complex. We selfishly decided to live a life that, whist it was perfect for us, it was unfair on you guys. Jerry, I'm struggling to say this, but for the past... almost ten years... you've shared thee women with four other men. You have three beautiful kids... one child to three different but identical wives." Jerry's fingers fluttered around mine. The ECG sped up. I tried to grip him tight, to stabilise his anxiety. This may be terminal, because the worst was obviously still to come. Hang in there beautiful Jerry. Pinkie picked up the emergency alarm remote and held it in her spare hand, a thumb hovering over the big red button. "We spend three months each rotating between you three. We have been doing this since 'Pinkie' first dated you in college. We artificially inseminated each of us with your sperm and you have a child to each one of us." The bloody 'sine' wave on the monitor was really moving now. The beeps were starting to blend. "Slow down April, he's going into cardiac arrest again!" We gripped his hands, kissed his face and wiped his brow. Come on Jerry, fight hard! Twenty minutes later he had calmed enough to continue. We had to finish this, and then our boy could recover from his wounds. It might take years... "Jerry, when we cycle between you, we are exclusive to you, but, well, when we're with Joe, we all fuck Carl..." Shit, the screens lit up like a Christmas tree! "But honey, he's only allowed to fuck us up the ass..." Oh my god! "Hit the button Pinkie!!!" Doctors came running from all directions. Orders were shouted and a defibrillator called for! We were ushered from the room as frantic controlled panic ensued. "Are you insane Number one?" I had to ask, but I already knew! "They say it hurts less when you just rip the band aid!" "Fuck April." Pinkie gasped. "Rip the band aid? You just ripped his heart out!" "It had to be done Pinkie... Jerry needs to man up, and stop being a little baby! Ship up and shape out, I say." Triple Treats Pt. 04 An author's rant. Hi folks. I know some of you detest author's comments and perhaps think the folly self-indulgent. But I've had many posts that suggest some actually enjoy delving inside my crazed head as I attempt to shed some light on what my story was supposed to achieve. So, for those of you who would like the insight, read on. The rest of you can simply close the page... Bye, and thanks for reading. So I had this idea about Siamese twins, and how they can, and do, share body parts in their conjoining. It is common knowledge that multiples share very similar thoughts and that those who are identical siblings actually share identical DNA. A concept was planted in my head. What happens if the twins... or triplets were not conjoined physically... but mentally? If two or more siblings shared the one mind, only it was contained in multiple but identical bodies, then how the hell could they live life normally; interact as a 'normal' and function as a 'normal'. They can't be 'separated' and if they had to share in all things, involve each other in all things, then how would life evolve for them? Could they marry independently, to different men and could they have independent families? I think it is common knowledge that a very high percentage of multiples live close to each other, share very similar interests and can even finish each other's sentences. So I wanted to take this idea to the extreme with three supposedly beautiful sex driven female triplets. I must just a pause here to reference the nutter who said in his comments that the Dahm triplets were/are not cute or good looking. Huh!! I have one response to that... 'All women are born beautiful'... end of statement. And the reason those girls influenced my story is not because they are 'cute', but that they carry identifying markings... or so I'm led to believe. Anyhow... So, if the girls are smart enough; have the right facilities at their disposal and are conniving and slutty enough; can they actually achieve a 'normal' life? That is to be outwardly perceived as happily and monogamously married, and live independently with the obligatory three kids and a dog, whilst sharing in 'all' things as defined by the concept of conjoined minds? At least that 'post card picture' is society's concept of 'normal'. So, in this story I set out to see if the concept was plausible. Three identical triplets, wanting the same thing, must marry and have kids and outwardly appear normal. But, there are surely no three men on the planet, unless they themselves are identical well-endowed complex triplets... who could possibly conform to our three sex driven girls every wish and desire. The girls would each singularly have to marry three perfect identical men and that would be impossible, so why not find three very different men who in their own way each attend to all three girls overall concept of the perfect ideal man? If this was doable, and I felt it was, then all they'd have to do was share. Hence my plans were laid. Then I wanted to throw in a spanner. Once again, not many men are prefect, even within the arena in which they dwell. Some have great minds and are useless in bed... and vice versa. I had this idea of introducing Carl as that spanner to prop up the barely average Joe, who was to ultimately become the towering pillar. I liked the idea of presenting the gruff dominant Jerry as the most insecure and brittle of the three. So I attempted to play that second tier of story line, interweaving it with the overall concept, that of the triplets finding that seemingly unattainable normality they so desperately sought. I had a comment concerning how this story must have messed with my brain as I tried to keep the story flowing whilst simultaneously keeping the reader abreast of which character was actually speaking and preforming each action. I have to say, I had Venn diagrams, arrows and calendars spread all over my desk as I struggled with time lines and identities. I think I got it right, but I'm sure I missed something somewhere. Oh well... and there was plenty of headache tablets consumed I have to admit. Added to this dilemma, and as you may have already guessed, I have no idea about IVF or anything else medical related for that matter. (Thus my slip-up of having Jerry back in 'action'... a week after undergoing a quadruple bypass! Oops.) I'm an automotive engineer by trade so please excuse the ignorance... Another pause here because I had someone else suggest recently in a comment that I should write about the things I know. I wonder how many people would want to read a sexy story about the internal workings of a combustion engine? Yeah, I guess not... I am amused how blinkered some of the readers are to the concept of sex outside of marriage. Our ancestors living in caves didn't have a marriage certificate. The men just took their women as they deemed fit. Time and religion, jealousy and fights finally resulted in an inbreed need for monogamy, much like a sheep dog is breed to chase sheep. A piece of paper called a marriage certificate says we must be faithful and true, even if a relationship sought outside of the marriage is undertaken with the consent of both parties within it. Oh the horror of it!! Some will say that if you love one person you can't love another. Bullshit... more monogamous conditioning. Tell a mother she can't possibly love all of her kids... When 'love' and marriage falls apart, the piece of paper referred to as a divorce allows both protagonists to separate and fuck like bunnies. There's no issues then!! It's simply amazing that I have comments written like, 'if she's sleeping with another guy the bitch should be shot..." I have trouble balancing that concept; that infidelity is a greater crime than intent to murder... In the case of a wife who is sleeping with another guy, and with the consent of her loving husband, how then is this worthy of him killing her lover and perhaps the wife also? Yeah, I'm struggling to understand it all. I got one star for effort because one reader was concerned about the future of the kids... Der... It's fictional... but, if we must go there then how do kids get on who are the product victims of incest or rape? Are they put down? What about the kids who live with a single mom and have three different fathers between them. Blended marriages work and children adapt. Same sex partners can have sperm donated children. In our case we have three identical mothers with the same DNA and every child would live with their real father. If, theoretically, each mother is the 'same person' and unidentifiable, is there even a need to divulge who birthed who? And if it was something that society demanded, so what? The kids adapt and are living in a loving environment. What mom and dad do in the sanctity of their bedroom is surely acceptable under the umbrella of our modern day values. But the idea was; that all three girls eventually became one unidentifiable being. Neither the husbands nor the kids would ever know who was who, just accepting that the 'wife' and 'mother' at the time was in fact who she claimed to be... Outwardly surely this would be acceptable. The only ones having to deal with the 'wrongness' would be the three girls who believe they are one identity anyway. At least the story has got people thinking. I certainly have no answers, but at least I'm asking questions. Take the blinkers off and have a look around! Anyway, having those thoughts bashing about my head I endeavoured to introduce the varying degrees of 'understanding' each man possessed when becoming knowledgeable of the girls infidelity, and to then to attempt to justify it... because after all their wives were/are the one and the same person mentally. If this was the case, were the girls actually cheating? And so the tale evolved. I tried hard to lighten up the story, presenting the girls as mad insatiable sluts but having read the version submitted I agree with the comments that it was a tad boring and monotonous, and, because I still think the concept has legs, I've already begun tearing it apart for a rewrite. Perhaps I'm to analytical still, breed to polish crankshafts and adjust valve clearances. I endeavoured to submit a full length story, but alas, it seems something shorter and more interesting would have sufficed. I certainly would have saved myself a lot of headaches! Hopefully my next attempt will be a more satisfying experience for you all. But then, can you satisfy all of the people all of the time...? Hey thanks for the input anyway... very much appreciated. I want my shit to be different so thank you for the twisted mind comments. Here's where I thank you all for reading and for the critical comments and support, all of which, the good, the bad and the ugly, have helped me improve... I think. And, to the smart ass who suggested I NOT give up my day job... I'll take your advice too. Hope you enjoy the holiday season and happy reading. We might all catch up in the New Year. Have a good one. Cheers, Arch. Yes, I've got lots in the vault, and taking another comment seriously, perhaps I need to forget the combination. To the person who wrote the comment that I have no 'concept of what love is'. I agree... but do any of us? If you do... hang onto it tightly and never let it go for surely it's a treasure immeasurable. ****