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Russian Wives Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



I resolved to be married by the end of the year. This was my one and only New Year's Resolution.

Of course, my prospects for marriage were slim. I worked two jobs and often a third so that I could put money aside for an eventual easier life. At one job, I was a full-time computer programmer and web designer. I then free lanced in the evenings for another company that wanted all the time I could give them; I usually put in another forty hours a week for them. My third job was as a weekend bartender at a resort that specialized in weddings; I was busy most weekends with that too. All that work meant I had little time for a social life, but I was saving money – money for a rainy day; money for a family; money for a better life than I'd grown up in. 

The few women my age that I worked with were mostly married or unavailable, and apparently even their friends were when I asked 'if they knew anyone.' Moreover, I didn't handle rejection well, so I tended not to hit on women I didn't already know or get introduced to. That left a pretty empty field of play.

I'm not bad looking, but I am a little reserved. At thirty-five, my parents had all but given up hope for my ever becoming a family man. My older brother often came to my defense, assuring parents, friends and relatives that I hadn't crossed over and that I'd meet the right woman in time.

Of course, I had a covey of friends of all persuasions – many from my various jobs past and present. My closest friend and co-worker was a gay guy named Bruce. Somehow, he knew I'd never cross the line, but that I was tolerant of his life choices. He was a superb computer artist and graphics designer, and in his spare time worked as an interior decorator and feng shui consultant. Bruce urged me to use the computer – 'the wonders of technology,' he called it – to find a bride. He'd met several lovers through the Internet and was sold on the concept. 

Thus, three months into the year of my resolution, with only nine months remaining in the year to get married, I logged onto a website that promised attractive and hospitable women that sought marriage outside their country - Russia. Somehow, I managed to spend an hour or two each night window shopping – reading the biographies and dream lists submitted to the site by dozens of Russian women. Of course, I'd done enough work on the Internet to be skeptical of all the claims in the biographies as well as skeptical of the photographs that all seemed to show model quality women in chic clothes. 

I narrowed the field down to a dozen I might like from the generic descriptions they'd written, and then a week later I winnowed my selections down to four by gut feel. By this time, another month had passed. I paid for another month's membership on the website and started to e-mail the four women that seemed to have personality traits and backgrounds that might bode well for a long-term relationship – even a marriage. I sent several photographs of myself, plus a long bio and my own 'dream list.' I was letting it all hang out there so they could get to know me.

Three of the women responded within four days, and I never heard from the fourth. One of the replies politely explained that she had become betrothed to a local boy, however, she thanked me for my interest and wished me the best of luck in finding a bride.

Svetlana, the first girl to respond, was twenty-eight and apparently a shapely long-haired redhead. She e-mailed several more photographs to me, more casual poses than the formal portraits on the website. Svetlana had gone to college and studied accounting. She was working for a government agency keeping track of the finances for part of the organization along with fifty or so other accountants. She responded to a lot of the questions I'd asked, and, to my delight, asked about thirty other questions of me. Her questions revealed that she was indeed being careful about whom she choose to leave Mother Russia for, and also revealed that she was intelligent, witty, and discriminating. Our correspondence had started.

Elena was the second girl to respond. This twenty-seven year old also attached a dozen candid photos to her first e-mail, including photos with some of her friends. Elena designed women's clothes for a small boutique in Moscow, and she wanted to create her own line in the U.S. eventually. In each photo she sent she was dressed with exceptional care, her trim body showing she was fashion conscious, as well as skilled in design, makeup and hair styling. She too asked some deep questions, and she shared a lot more about herself than was evident on the matchmaking website. I could even tell she had a spiritual side to her that I relished.

I corresponded for a month with both women, being as open and honest about myself and my responses to their questions as I could be. They seemed to be doing likewise with the questions I posed to them. Quickly, I really got to know the two women on a much deeper level than I thought possible through e-mails. There was little about our lives that we didn't talk about.

As I corresponded with the two beautiful women, I also studied immigration, green card, and citizenship requirements. They were tougher than I thought. I told each that if I selected her she'd travel to the U.S. on a normal travel or vacation visa, good for 90 days. If we decided we really liked each other during that time, we'd get married and immediately start to work on the green card and extended or family visa. There was always a chance she'd have to leave the country after our wedding until the paperwork cleared all the hurdles.

I arbitrarily set June 1 as the date I had to decide which woman I would marry. If it were a toss-up at that point, I'd wait two more weeks and then decide. Time passed and I ended up in the middle of June, facing the rather complex decision yet again. I sat at my computer with the selection web page in front of me. I stared at photos I'd printed of the two women and re-read every piece of correspondence. I remained undecided – they were each beautiful, smart, talented, and desirable in their own unique way. 

I recalled stories of mail-order brides I'd read about from the 1800s or early 1900s where the marriages proved loving and stable for lifetimes. I recalled that in some societies, for instance in India, marriages are arranged; a couple may never even meet until their wedding day, yet many marriages end up happy and rewarding. That was what I wanted. 

I clicked one box and then the other – alternating between the two women. Back and forth. I played 'eeny, meny, miny, moe' trying to decide. I did the one-potato-two-potato' game. I made lists on a pad beside my computer. But when I chose one, I'd feel bad about now choosing the other, so I'd try some other scheme. Somehow I knew another two weeks or month would leave me in the same predicament.

In the end, I decided to close my eyes and click wildly across the web page containing the selection, letting the fates decide the issue for me. I even put a paper bag over my head so I wouldn't be tempted to peek. I then clicked the mouse wildly for a couple of minutes, moving it in random jerks and jogs around on the mouse pad.

When I looked a minute later to see if anything had happened, I found I'd not only made a selection, I'd also agreed to forward $2,000 to the matchmaking company so that they could pay the airfare for the winner from Moscow to Tampa, the large airport nearest to me. To my surprise, the screen had changed and I didn't know whom I had selected. The closing web page told me I would be contacted shortly with arrival information, and suggested that would be in two to four weeks so the woman I selected would have time to arrange her affairs and say goodbye to her family.

The next day, Sunday, I didn't have to work; yet I was full of nervous energy. I went and looked at houses, figuring that the modest condominium I'd lived in for ten years would be unsuitable for my soon to be bride. I liked the third place I looked at: a four bedroom, four bath home with pool that nestled next to a pond on a picturesque golf course. I bought it on the spot. I'd never spent so much on an impulse purchase.

The following week, I took several evenings off from my freelance work to complete buying the house and also to purchase some furniture for it, including a king-size bed. Suddenly, I was glad for all the extra hours I'd put in since I'd graduated college. I could afford the house, got a great mortgage rate, and bought much of the furniture we'd need without pain. The next weekend I moved into the house with the help of Bruce and a couple of other friends. The place would need a woman's touch, particularly with the decorating, but it was more than adequate after I'd unpacked some of the things I'd saved as well as some significant donations from my parents and brother. Over the phone they'd communicated their pleasure with my decision to find female companionship, even if it was through an Internet dating site.

While all that went on, I was left with a dilemma. I didn't know which woman I'd selected. I didn't know what kind of e-mails to send to either Svetlana or Elena. Both of them had sent me e-mails expressing some excitement about my coming decision time and talking about immigration, but since I'd done my selection neither of them indicated they'd heard anything from the matchmaking company. I decided to remain equally vague and uncommunicative about having 'decided' until I knew the outcome of my selection and one of them was in my arms.

*

Three weeks later, I stood in the arrivals area outside Tampa's airport security with a bouquet of flowers. There were others standing around to greet deplaning passengers too, but I bet I was the only one that wasn't sure who they were meeting – and who had an expectation of marrying the mystery passenger. The e-mail from the matchmaking company only gave me the flight number and date that I was to meet. It was a Saturday afternoon and I had decided to take the following week off work in order to spend time with my new 'fiancée;' this was the first vacation I'd taken since I'd started work there fourteen years earlier. I didn't want my girlfriend – a term I'd have to adapt to over time – to feel lonely or, on the other hand, to feel preyed upon.

In my pocket I carried pictures of both Svetlana and Elena; I didn't want the embarrassment of missing them if they walked right by me. I figured I'd hide both away after I saw my new 'mate' walking down the concourse towards where I stood just outside the security gate. My own uncertainty led me to look at the photos every few minutes, as though to ensure their images were emblazoned on my mind.

The plane landed, and a few minutes later I watched the sudden stream of passengers surge from the arrival gates towards where I stood. 

I saw her. I felt that uncertainty I worried about at first, but then as she turned and started walking towards me I was certain. Elena. My heart throbbed with love – the fates had decided my future wife. She was dressed sharply, and even in the distance I could see other male heads turn to admire her. I hoped I'd be up to the task of being boyfriend, lover, companion, and husband.

But then, a shock wave swept over me. My blood ran cold. I thought about running – fleeing an impending doom, an impossible situation, an Armageddon of my own making. I dropped the flowers without even feeling them missing from my hands.

Fifty feet behind Elena strolled Svetlana. 

Svetlana was looking into her pocketbook and then at a small photograph. A photograph of me, I presumed. I quickly checked the two photos I carried to be sure. There was no doubt, particularly as they got closer to where I stood. I felt faint. Neither woman seemed aware of the other.

Elena saw me and started running, even with the heavy shoulder bag she carried. As she got to where I stood she rushed into my arms and kissed me. I was speechless, but returned her kiss in an abrupt and automatic way. She kept saying my name as she kissed me: "Jonathan. Jonathan. Jonathan."

I moved her to arms length about the time Svetlana reached us. By now she had found me, her brain matching the flat two-dimension photograph with my real image – an image I'm sure that looked ashen and in shock. The look on her face appeared to be somewhere between puzzlement and irritation. "Jonathan?" She asked hesitantly coming to a stop beside us. She asked and I nodded slowly, but she already knew the answer.

I nodded numbly. Elena looked at Svetlana and also looked puzzled.

"I am Svetlana ... but who is this?" She looked Elena up and down with curiosity – or perhaps it was distain. Her Russian accent was unmistakable.

Elena answered in Russian. I listened carefully enough to understand that she said her name and gave the suburb of Moscow where she lived. A further chatter of Russian took place with rising voices between the two. 

People started to turn and look at us. We were creating a scene. 

Finally, I broke into the conversation. "Please, both of you come with me. I'll explain, or at least I think I will. Let's not make a scene here. Please. Please come with me."

With the two women giving cold shoulders to each other, I picked up some of their hand luggage and they followed me to the luggage claim area. Both had cleared customs and immigration in New York. The flowera I bought were trampled by the other passengers as they surged into the terminal.

Amidst an eerie silence, we collected two enormous suitcases, piled them on a cart with the hand luggage, and I led them to my car. Somehow we got the pile of luggage in the back of my car, and I drove out of the airport garage. 

The forty-five minute drive to my new home was an exercise in anxiety, stomach acid, and mental torture. We barely talked. Each of us appeared alone in their thoughts, trying to absorb the emerging situation or trying to piece together what happened. Once or twice, I weakly pointed out something tourists might like: Tampa bay, the Sunshine Skyway bridge, the Gulf of Mexico, and then the entrance to my neighborhood. All they did was nod. Out of fear, I didn't mention my indecision and how I'd ended with both of them. I thought about how I'd explain to them, and then what we'd do next.

Finally, we got to my new neighborhood and my new street. "This is my house. I just bought it two weeks ago," I told them as I pulled into the driveway and stopped. Both nodded with some degree of acceptance. "Please come in. This is awkward, but think of this place as yours." I shuffled all the bags into the entry foyer, grateful for the physical activity.

I briefly gave them a tour of the house, pointing out where each of the major living areas was: bedrooms, kitchen, living room, pool and so forth. We ended standing in the living room.

Svetlana broke the silence we'd endured for the hour. "Mr. Jonathan, why are there two of us here? You need to explain, if there is an explanation." She stood in one doorway to my living room, her arms crossed and a peeved expression on her pretty face.

Elena stood in the other archway. She shook her long jet-black hair out of the bun she'd had it in; the locks cascaded down her back in a sexy move as she tossed her head. She added, "Yes, I'd like to know that also. Why did you ask two of us to come to America – to become your wife?"

I gestured for them each to sit and they did – about as far from one another as they could be yet remain in the same room. I'd had an hour to think about what I'd say to the two of them, how I would explain my indecision and crazy selection process. My ideas at where to go from here, however, remained elusive; I had no notion of what to do next.

I started slowly and recounted my tale of why I went to that website; why I went online, how I'd narrowed the selection to the two of them, and then my indecision over the weeks I'd allotted. I told about my crazy scheme of selecting what I thought was one of them, trusting in fate, and then discovering that I didn't know whom I'd chosen. I mentioned sending $2,000 to the matchmaking company.

Both said in unison, "I got a $1,000 for my travel." At least I knew I'd funded both their trips so they weren't out the travel cost.

I went on, "I really thought the fates – the gods – the angels – or whatever you choose, didn't want me to know whom I'd selected until you arrived and I met you at the airport. I've been excited these weeks, but without a clue from either of you or the company as to whom I selected." I paused and added, "I filled my time buying this house and some furnishings to add to what I had. But, now I don't know what to do."

Elena asked in a rather calm tone, "If you had to pick now, who would you choose?"

I looked blankly at her, and then Svetlana. After a minute I said flatly, "I can't decide."

Svetlana rattled off a stream of Russian towards Elena; I detected a tone of sarcasm. Elena laughed, no doubt at my expense. A fairly rapid but polite conversation in Russian then took place between the two of them. I didn't understand a word of it. 

Svetlana finally said, "Jonathan, why don't you get us all a glass of wine. Make yourself scarce for a few minutes while we talk."

I nodded and left the room; a rapid chatter between the two of them filled the living room – in Russian.

When I returned a few minutes later, Elena and Svetlana were seated next to each other on the sofa. Now they gestured to one of the chairs. I served us each a glass of wine, some light hors d'oeuvres, and sat. I noted they at least looked civil towards one another. There was even an occasional smile.

Svetlana started, "Jonathan, while there are many things we could say about your indecision, we both admit you have good taste." They both laughed at the self-congratulatory remark. She went on with a smile, fortunately, "Ultimately, you will need to make up your mind, so we have a proposition for you."

Elena then spoke: "Writing and e-mails and sending photographs are not adequate to get to know someone at a really deep level. We all seem to agree on this point." She looked at Svetlana, who nodded her agreement. "Thus, we propose to live with you – if that's all right with you – and over the coming days or weeks we expect you will find one or the other of us a favorite and be able to make a decision. When you decide, one of us will leave. We will part friends, but with perhaps some major disappointment."

I nodded my comprehension of their proposal, trying to weigh the pros and cons. Compared to the alternative of them both walking away in anger, it seemed a good idea. I felt I could get to know the two of them over a week or so and then make a decision. 

Svetlana picked up the conversation, "We have a few things to work out. Where we sleep, how we each contribute to the life in this unusual situation." She paused and added, "However, right now, I am so tired from traveling I need some sleep so I can think straight. I couldn't sleep on the plane – the excitement of coming here and all. We'll talk more later – or tomorrow. If it is all right with you two, I shall claim the pink bedroom for now." She looked to Elena for disagreement, but finding none she stood, claimed her huge suitcase, and lugged the valise into the nearest bedroom and shut the door.

Elena and I watched her depart. She said, "She looks very tired; I slept on the plane." She surveyed the hors d'oeuvres, and said with a smile, "I need some real nourishment. Do you have anything worth eating here – besides the cheese and crackers?" She stood and headed to my kitchen. I followed, suddenly aware of my terrible eating habits.

A half hour later a pizza was delivered to my door. Elena and I ate on the back patio watching a breath taking Florida sunset over the lake and the fairway for the fourteenth hole. We talked, amidst my bemoaning the terrible situation I had created for her and Svetlana. She told me to relax and live in the present – to just accept the new situation and live life from this point forward. As the minutes ticked by, I relaxed more and more from the tension I carried.


Russian Wives Ch. 01



After dinner, Elena told me to sit while she cleared the dishes and put the leftovers away. When she came back she pulled me from my chair onto a giant lounger I'd bought the week before. She snuggled into my arms as darkness overtook the landscape.

She talked in her cute way; "You may not be able to decide, but we both know that you are not a bad person because of that. I expected to become your girlfriend in every way I could, and I still plan to do that. I know the risk is I will not be selected, but that's all right. This is life." She leaned up and kissed me on the lips. 

I responded. She redoubled her efforts, and soon we in the midst of rather heated lovemaking session: our temperatures rose, our libidos came into play, and hands roamed to intimate places. I didn't want to assert myself in an obnoxious way only hours after meeting her face to face; I read about how poorly foreigners perceive most Americans. I wanted to let my potential new mate set the pace – I wanted to sense what she wanted from me and respond. It turned out Elena was way ahead of me.

"Jonathan, will you take me to your bed. Please make love to me. This is what I want." She looked longingly into my face after one particularly passionate kiss.

Minutes later, we stood at the foot of my large bed kissing again. This time, as our hands wandered they detached and disposed of pieces of clothing, tossing them in random directions to the floor. This was the hottest encounter I'd had in years, and beyond my wildest dreams. Were the spirits being kind to me just before my demise?

As Elena's breasts were unveiled I leaned down and sucked gently on each one, making her nipples harden and point with unusual rigidity. I enjoyed the sensation of running my hands over her sides and up over each breast until I could feel the nubbins stroke across my palms. Elena groaned with approval. I sucked some more. At her urging, I undid her belt and pushed her slacks in a downward direction. Soon she stood before me in only a small flowered thong.

She fumbled with my belt. I moved to help, but she pushed my hands aside. "I do." I found her slip in grammar cute. She pushed my pants and then my briefs down my legs.

My cock had achieved a tumescent state during our make-out session. Somehow, my mind had set aside the problems of the day in favor of more pleasant activities. Now I watched as Elena carefully examined it. She reached and grasped the shank with her cool hands. The act created a surge of blood to my arousal, and I hardened before her eyes in only seconds.

"You are cut. This is nice. In Russia, so many men are not this way. I like this best." She smiled up at me as she knelt on the plush carpeting, examining my penis in the dim light we'd left in the bedroom.

Although we'd left the details rather sketchy, I knew that both women had enjoyed other lovers in the past decade. I may have been the least experienced of the three of us.

Before I could even think of something to say, she engulfed the head of my cock with her mouth. A bolt of pleasure swept through me. She held my shaft lightly in one hand and steered it to her mouth; the other hand pulled my body to her, lest for some strange reason I tried to back away – a thought far from my mind.

Elena bobbed up and down on me a few times, and then swirled her tongue around the sensitive head. Each move seemed to make me longer and harder. She moaned and hummed contentment as she fellated me. I must confess to also making sounds of fulfillment and satisfaction. Elena was beautiful in every possible way; my heart beat not only with the excitement of arousal, but also with the closeness of her beauty.

At one point, she worked every last millimeter of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. The feeling was one of ecstasy, and a total surprise. I heard of the 'deep throat' act, and even seen it in some films, but this was beyond comprehension to have someone actually performing the act on me.

I could feel my juices boiling. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and my preference, at least right now, was to be in my new mate this first time. I pulled away from Elena. She looked up at me with puzzlement.

"I want to be in you. I want to make love to you," I told her. She nodded and smiled with eagerness at my suggestion.

I pulled her up on the bed, adjusting a pillow behind her. I kissed her, and then ran my tongue slowly down her neck, taking little love bites along the way. Her hands held me to her and encouraged my attentions. I suckled each round breast again, this time being a little rougher than when I'd first met them. Elena moaned her appreciation and thrust her chest into my face. The journey with my tongue continued down her body to the small patch of pubic hair she'd left just beneath her bikini line.

Her hands grasped my head and directed it to her nether region. She wanted my tongue. I started lightly: lick, flick, thrust, tease, and lap. After slathering the area, adding to her copious emissions of lubricant, I blew lightly on the area, adding temperature sensations to what she was feeling. Her whole body writhed beneath my hands and tongue.

Elena forced my face into her pussy, urging me to thrust my tongue deep into her vagina. The taste of her juices was mouthwatering. Her luscious pussy lips were pliant in their engorged state of excitement. Fluids seeped from her pores, and I was enthralled to savor every drop. 

I added two fingers, thrusting them carefully into her vagina as my tongue lightly grazed across her clitoris. Thirty seconds later, Elena came with a further flood of fluid, an arching of her back, and a thrusting of her hips into my mouth. Her hands again pushed my mouth tightly against her clit to maximize the stimulation I delivered to her.

"Oh Jonathan. Oooooooooh."

She held me unmoving against her groin after her orgasm. Finally, after a minute, she released me and gestured for me to come up and kiss her. I did. We nuzzled together for a few moments as we kissed, our tongues entwining with one another.

Elena said, "You are divine. That was so nice." She paused and added, "I must also comment about how interesting you taste – or I taste on your lips, your tongue, your face." She thought further for a moment and said, "I don't mind my own taste. I hope to experience a lot of that if you will do that to me a lot more when we make love."

"Your wish is my command," I told her with a smile.

"After we'd starting writing to each other and I had your photograph, I visualized what this moment would be like – how you would make love to me. I would masturbate thinking about this act, this moment, and what you would be like. You are so much better than I thought. Now, I want you in me. It is time to fuck." She reached down and gently took my steel rod and led me to her vagina as she spread her legs to maximize my access to her nest. She massaged her swollen lips with the head of my cock, and then aligned it to her tunnel. I slid in to the hilt in one slow, smooth motion. I leaned in and tenderly kissed her several times.

"Fast or slow? Quick or long?" I asked in a throaty whisper.

"Fast. Quick," Elena responded. "We can do it again later. Right now satisfy our passions with this nice cock in me." She thrust up into me, her hips meeting my thrusts into her.

Neither of us lasted long. Two minutes later we both exploded into one another with our climaxes. I felt surge after surge of my cum jet from my body into hers, my back arched as did hers. After those seconds of elation passed, I collapsed into her waiting arms. We showered kissed on one another.

Belatedly, as we lay in the afterglow of our copulation I suddenly said, "Oh! Are you protected? I didn't think. I don't do this ... I mean ... Should I have worn ...?"

Elena laughed lightly and said in her endearing accent, "It is all right, Jonathan. I am on birth control pills, although I will need to get a prescription in this country before the end of the month if we continue." She wiggled her hips at me, a move that threatened to dislodge my slightly deflated penis from its warm love nest. I could tell she wanted to continue.

We kissed some more and got more arduous in our lovemaking again. We were more measured the second time, taking longer, whispering more words of love and encouragement, and urging each other to greater enjoyment.

We played with different positions, Elena playfully moving around and suggesting I penetrate her in interesting ways. We evaluated each position and promised to try still others in a future session. 

We were again face-to-face when I came deep in her pussy; my cock nestled against her cervix. We were sated as we floated down from our orgasms. We stroked and kissed some more, and then I cuddled her into me and we fell asleep.

*

I awoke the next morning vaguely aware that something was wrong. Then I heard a string of obviously vitriolic Russian being hurled by Svetlana at Elena – and probably me.

In a groggy but firm voice I said, "In English, please."

Svetlana took another deep breath and started again looking at Elena, "You sneaky little tart. You fucked Jonathan so that he would choose you. You want to use sex to win. You are nothing but a whore, trying to get a new husband through using your cunt. You ..."

Elena looked horrified as she sat up next to me, nude but for the sheet she'd pulled up to her bosom. She started to defend herself before I said, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" in a loud voice as I sat up and held up both hands. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and an altercation was not how I wanted to start the day, particularly after such a lovely evening the night before.

Svetlana stood beside the bed in a sexy pink and very feminine baby doll pajama set. Her long lithe legs called attention to her height; the somewhat transparent top announced that her breasts were succulent and excited. She stood with her hands on her hips, her mouth in an angry pout.

"Not fair," She said as she stomped one foot on the floor and then marched away in a tiff. Her voice broke at the two words, and I could tell she was on the edge of sobbing.

Elena softly said to me, "Go to her. Make her feel better." As I shifted from the bed to find my briefs, she added, "Even make love to her if that is right thing to do." As an after thought she added, "It will be the right thing to do."

I found my briefs and pulled them on, then went down the hall to the pink bedroom. Svetlana had thrown herself on her bed and was sobbing into her pillow. I quickly discovered I was a sucker for a teary woman. I was putty in her hands all of a sudden, willing to do practically anything to get her to stop. I sat on the bed beside her and stroked her shoulder and back.

"Svetlana, please don't cry. We did not mean to shut you out last night. You were so tired ... and, well, we just ... well, one thing led to another and we ended up in bed." I thought for a minute and added, "No decision has been made; you are as in the running to be selected as you were last evening."

She turned her face up to me, red eyes with tears streaming down her cheeks, and said, "But, I wanted to make love to you. I wanted to be ... first, I guess. I ..." sob, "I love you – I think. I want you to love me." I reached out and took her hand in mine, and then pulled her to me in a large hug. She pulled my hand to her breast, not in an overt sexual move but rather in a move of tenderness, affection, and intimacy.

I lay down beside and behind her, and pulled her into my arms, cradling her head on my arm and wrapping her in my love and caring. She gripped the arm around her with both hands, and slowly her crying stopped. 

She said, "You ... Elena ... We ... I ..." She couldn't seem to find a way to express the confused thoughts running through her head. 

I whispered, "It's all right. This is a crazy situation. Maybe today, we'll think of some way to solve it."

After we lay like that for five minutes, Svetlana flipped around so she was facing me. She held my face in both her hands, kissed me, tenderly at first, and then kissed me harder with increasing ardor.

"Will you ... could you ..." She whispered in her cute accent, as she looked at me with pleading eyes.

Before she finished I interrupted and said in a hushed voice, "Yes, I'd be delighted." I kissed her hard. We made love with the sunlight streaming in the bedroom window. It was a slow lovemaking session with lots of kissing and touching; we were learning each other's bodies.

While I resisted comparing the two women, one fact was clear: they each had the most fantastic bodies I'd ever encountered. Each was naturally endowed with full, round breasts with large areolas, muscular abs and a flat tummy, with inviting hips. Both tasted divine when kissed or when licked in their most private places. Both were passionate lovers, using every ounce of their strength and being into their loving.

Still with the aroma of Elena on my breath, I ate Svetlana's pussy, bringing her to orgasm before we coupled and she rode my cock to our first climax together. She was magnificent, her lithe body swaying above mine as we fucked. Afterwards, she collapsed into my arms and we cooed at each other for many minutes.

*

Elena grinned at the two of us as we came out from the bedroom. She was wearing one of my shirts and not much else. Svetlana and I had put on robes. 

Elena said in a cheery voice, "I made breakfast pancakes. I found a box and followed the directions, but they were not metric so I had to improvise a little. I think they turned out OK; I tried one. Sit. I serve." She smiled at both of us, and I detected not a trace of jealousy or sarcasm. I noted that she seemed genuinely pleased that we'd made love.

Svetlana and I sat at the kitchen table Elena had set, and she produced a platter of warm pancakes. She'd also found the syrup and warmed that. Much to my surprise, the pancakes were the best I'd had. She'd added some brown sugar and blueberries I'd bought the day before. She also served us some orange juice and some of the darkest coffee I'd ever seen.

She joined us and we all ate. I confessed to her that the coffee sludge was a little too rich for my taste, but the rest of things were the best I'd ever had. She was pleased and asked that I coach her how to properly use the coffee maker. It turned out she had filled the entire basket with coffee grounds right up to the top, rather than use three heaping tablespoons. 

The three of us acted as though we always lived together and that nothing was askew in our relationship. I asked what they'd like to do, and they countered asking what the options were. I explained that I thought they might like to see the local grocery store and shopping mall. The thought of shopping excited them. The wife of my friend Dave had suggested this when they'd helped me move to the house, knowing that all women love the idea of shopping and stores.

We talked about how I would like them to dress in the house and when we went out. I laughed and told them I was minimalist regarding what they wore in the house. When we went out, I suggested they dress up in something beyond the casual attire so many women had fallen to. I explained how I thought it would make them feel better about themselves as well as impress the people that saw them.

Svetlana asked, "Do you want us to be sexy in public?" She smiled at me.

I nodded.

She probed further, "And you want us to be even sexier around you – at home?"

I nodded.

Elena said in a slight teasing tone, "Oh dear. I was brought up to be very modest in some ways." As she stood, she gestured to how she was dressed in my shirt, even pulling the fabric up a little so we could see her pussy, and added, "This is pushing my limits. You want us to be further undressed?"

I nodded.

She untied my shirt until it hung open, her full breasts pushing out the material from both sides of the opening. "I think this might be sexier for me – at least for now. No?" She shot me a coy look.

I nodded with a big smile on my face. Svetlana laughed and playfully punched my arm.

I said, "Well, the stores open in an hour and it'll take us about twenty minutes to get to the mall. So, I think it's time to shower and get dressed."

We piled our dishes in the sink and headed towards the bedroom wing of the house. I had taken Elena's large valise into a third bedroom so she had a place to unpack and have her own territory. Each of their bedrooms had its own bathroom. In my naïveté I had assumed we'd each take a shower – alone.

I no sooner turned on my shower than Svetlana appeared. She was nude, her long legs accentuating her statuesque form. She pinned her longish red hair up atop her head. She kissed me briefly and stepped into the shower just as the water temperature reached an acceptable temperature. I raised my eyebrows, but she ignored my unasked question. She was here to play in the shower with me. 

As I embraced Svetlana's nude body and pulled her to me, Elena appeared. She was also nude. She smiled at the two of us, and said, "I'll come back later." She turned slowly, her eyes taking in our naked bodies as we pushed together.

Svetlana didn't blink an eye. She said to me, "Make love to me again – right here, right now!" She kissed me and then turned and bent over a small bench built into the shower stall. I moved behind her and slid into her body, my cock already at the ready just from seeing her sexy form. I sawed back and forth into her warmth, the warm water splashing over our union. To my surprise, Elena occasionally peeked at us from the bathroom doorway – her fingers dancing over her clitoris as she masturbated watching Svetlana and I fuck.

I didn't last long. The eroticism of two naked women in my view, one of whom my cock was buried in, was too much for my oversexed brain. I came, but not without paying appropriate homage to Svetlana's clitoris so that she too found satisfaction. From the moan I heard in the doorway, I assume that Elena also found her own brand of gratification.

After our release, Svetlana and I hugged and kissed each other, and in that kiss I could already tell that the lure of the shopping mall had started to replace our baser instincts. An hour later I escorted two of the sharpest dressed women in the country into the Southgate Mall.

They were in seventh heaven. I dropped them off in Saks, an upscale department store, and showed them where I'd be waiting for them from time to time. I prowled the mall, found a coffee shop, and then spent some time in an electronics shop, checking out the latest computers. Later, I found a men's shop and replaced some of my wardrobe. I put my purchases in the car, and then went to see if I could find Elena and Svetlana. 

They hadn't gotten far in Saks. They had found the part of the store that sold cocktail dresses and seemed immersed in selecting the perfect dress for each of them. I came up and joined them. They both tried to tell me simultaneously that I had taken them to the best place in the world, and further that they had to have the little numbers they had finally selected. 

I looked at the dresses – artfully arranged pieces of sequin material that left little to the imagination. I suggested they put them on again and show me. They both made a frantic rush to the changing rooms, and reappeared seconds later barefoot and looking gorgeous. Svetlana's dress came only a few inches below where her legs began, and seemed to amplify her bust. The dress was red with thin spaghetti straps. When she turned, I noted the dress also demonstrated that she had an attractive ass that would turn heads. I could feel myself harden at the sexuality she exuded just by wearing the dress.

Elena's dress was a flecked gray and of similar length, leaving lots of leg showing. A vee-neck dipped below her breasts, the tiered satin straps teasing any male eye to reveal her full form. The dress was sexy and chic.




Russian Wives Ch. 01



I gestured them both over to me and checked the price tags hanging from the small zippers. In earlier times, I would have choked, however, I discovered I was a motivated buyer. I nodded and the girls gave a little shriek and both kissed me. Several other patrons looked over with heightened curiosity about what was going on.

Both women returned with their dresses on their arms, and I led them to a checkout counter where I paid for their ensembles and a few accessories. I led them through the store and out into the rest of the mall. They each grabbed one of my arms, and we strolled through one store after another just getting a sense of the place.

While we walked, they both told me about comparable places in Russia – in Moscow – where prices were exorbitant, supply scarce, and the atmosphere untrusting and gloomy, even in the 'nice' shops. We speculated about why that might be the case. We also commented on the merits of each store's goods. 

We also made a few other purchases, or rather I bought each of them a few other items: shoes to go with the dresses, designer blue jeans, two very brief bikinis, jeweled flip-flops, and such. We put their bounty in the car, and I led them to a nice restaurant where we had lunch.

The afternoon was warm, and I suggested we return to the house for a swim and some sun. After a brief tour of a nearby grocery store to pick up some supplies, we headed home. Both women were flagging from the excitement of the day and perhaps the night. There remained an obvious tension in the air as well, tension because 'I' had to make a decision.

A flurry of activity at the house resulted in two half nude women simultaneously appearing on my patio to sun and swim. I wore my rather bland swimsuit, however, the two of them had donned their new bikinis and elected to dispense with the bras. The effect was startling.

I arranged some chairs on the patio, and we all lay back to work on our suntans. I sensed a cluster of golfers across the small pond, and when I peeked through my squinting eyes about a dozen older men were gawking across the distance at the half naked girls. I looked at the women, and they were both oblivious to the attention they had attracted. I resolved to at least put up a few more plants to discourage the attention. It wouldn't have surprised me, however, to see someone drive his golf cart into the lake.

After a few minutes, I remembered to get suntan lotion. We passed the bottle around, taking turns to apply the lotion to each other's bodies. I was awarded the pleasure of plying the lotion to the two women – both back and front. I thought, "Golfers eat your hearts out." They were still there whenever I looked.

Before sunburn set in, I rousted the women and insisted they come inside. Even with their short exposure to the sun, in a few minutes we could see the tan lines come forth on their alabaster white skin. Moscow is significantly further north than my home in Florida, so the sun is much weaker there and suntans are few and far between.

The house was cool from the AC so we all put on light shirts. In a way I was glad; I didn't want to become so inured to the sight of their bodies that I failed to find them stimulating. I presumed this might be one reason why many men at nudist camps don't wake around with perpetual hard-ons.

Since it was near cocktail time, I pulled out the blender and after a lot of work started to make some margaritas from scratch. Elena and Svetlana sat at the kitchen counter and watched me work, often asking about the process. Neither had ever seen a kitchen blender before. After serving them we sat and savored my work. All agreed on the excellence of the result.

The doorbell rang a little after five. It was my friend Bruce, come to see whom I'd met at the airport. Despite his gay orientation, his eyes did gawk at the two girls as they greeted him clad only in bikini bottom and a light blouse. I got him a glass of wine and we all migrated to the shady part of the patio.

I told Bruce about the surprise I'd gotten at the airport. He laughed hard, noting that I now had two wives, at least until I make a choice. He told the girls of the agony I had several weeks earlier trying to decide between the two of them. "You two coming at the same time is poetic justice. He really wanted both of you, and that's just what he got. It's the Law of Attraction at work."

"So have you decided yet?" Elena teasingly asked, her eyes averted from direct contact with mine. Svetlana looked interested.

"No," I said warily. An awkward silence ensued. I added, "Might we agree that for the next two or three weeks, if you decide to stay that long, that we won't talk about my decision. I think we all like each other, and I don't want a pall of sadness or anxiety to hang over our time together." After a pause I went on, "Frankly, I'm hoping to come up with some idea – some resolution that we all feel good about. We call them 'win-win' solutions where I work."

Svetlana said defensively, "But if one of us is falling behind ... in your rating of us ... we want to see if we can do something to improve ourselves in your eyes."

Elena quickly followed up in an eager tone, "Neither of us want to be the one that you ask to leave."

Bruce said, "Why don't you keep them both – that is if they don't mind the situation you've created." They all looked at me expectantly.

I said, "I love you both. Right now, and since I discovered you, I haven't been able to make a decision. What would happen if I never decided? Could we all continue to live together?"

Bruce said, "You'd have a bit of a fight with immigration, and I believe having multiple wives is sort of illegal in the country, but it wouldn't be the first time someone harbored an illegal alien." He laughed at his own humor.

Svetlana said, "Now that would be an interesting situation, but we both want to be legal. I even want to become an American citizen. I studied about it on the Internet. One of us hiding wouldn't work." Elena nodded and she went on, "If you were to marry one of us – that one could stay forever because she would be your wife. Even getting citizenship would be easier. The other, however, would have to leave when our visas expire in ninety days."

I pondered that dilemma. I knew what she told me was true, but thought we might find a way around it. I resolved to make some telephone calls the next day.

Bruce's eyes suddenly darted from me to each of the women, around in the circle. "Holy shit, you horn dog. They've been here for less than a day and you've slept with both of them, haven't you?" He gave me a sly grin and shook his head. "That'll make your decision making much more complicated. You really will be in love with each of them – deeply in love."

"I am now," I replied. The girls both blushed as though they'd been discovered. We all laughed, but in that instant I realized I probably would never be able to make a selection between the two of them.

Bruce laughed a bit and then excused himself, citing a hot date he wanted to catch up with for dinner. He expressed his appreciation for meeting Elena and Svetlana, and then left.

After the door shut, Svetlana said, "He was very nice ... but I felt a strange vibration from him."

Elena agreed, "Yes, I liked him too, and I also felt the unusual vibrations."

I smiled at each of them. "He's gay – a homosexual."

"I should have guessed," Svetlana said to herself. "I've only met one other person like that in my life."

Elena said, "In Russia, you would never be as open about this fact. I like him. I am glad he is your friend and we will see him again. He has piqued my curiosity."

(To be continued)



Russian Wives Ch. 02



In Chapter 1, Jonathan our main character inadvertently selects two Russian women to come to the U.S. to become his wife. He has a dilemma pleasing the two of them, selecting which one will stay, and coping with immigration laws. He starts making love with each of them as he tries to resolve the situation.



After dinner, the two of them decided that Svetlana would sleep with me that night – a shorthand reference for the two of us making love. We took an evening swim, and the two of us left Elena sitting in the dark on the patio as we went inside to bed.

At her invitation and minimal foreplay, I spent a long time with my head between Svetlana's legs, doing every thing I could think of to her pussy and the surrounding area. She urged me on with a string of what I called 'dirty talk' from the time we walked into the bedroom: "Eat me. Get my cunt all lathered up so you can sink your cock into me. Put your tongue on my clit. More fingers in me – fill my pussy. Lick me. Finger my ass. Tongue me. Run your hair around my cunt. Push your nose in my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue." 

All this talk was accompanied by an endless interjection of moans and little sounds of ecstasy as I tried to deliver orgasm after orgasm to her. Svetlana's orgasms were noteworthy, for like Elena's, they were wet ones and probably registered on the seismometer at the nearby university. During each one, she ejaculated a small amount of 'girl juice,' occasionally in a small stream. 

Just when I could stand it no longer, she said, "Change position. Let me suck you to hardness so you can put your cock in me."

Just hearing those words hardened me. Svetlana didn't waste any motion; she started to oscillate my body with my cock in her mouth, in essence forcing me to face fuck her. She made wild wet sounds, soaking my rod in her juices. She was in control; all I did was go along for the ride. Her tongue lapped and swirled around me, and her suction power was mind-boggling. My juices started to boil.

She added something I'd never had done – one of her fingers sought out my ass, and soon I felt penetrated and one finger start to massage my prostate. This was my G-spot. I soared into orbit, pre-cum gushing from my rod into her willing mouth. She persisted in her efforts as I stood holding the shoulders of the kneeling beauty. I looked down and watched her full breasts swaying in sync with her oral thrusts onto my shaft.

I came, wildly and uncontrollably into her mouth. I'd uttered a warning, however, it seemed to make no difference to her. She sucked in every drop I delivered, her tongue still swirling around my crown. As my eruptions subsided, she pulled away and opened her mouth to me, showing the reservoir of my semen she'd captured. She swallowed most of my emission, allowing several small erotic trickles of cum to roll down her chin and drip onto her taut breasts. She rubbed the white liquid into her skin. My God, she was sexy; this was eroticism beyond my imagination.

I kept muttering "Wow!" over and over again throughout the entire episode. As we finished Svetlana stood and kissed me hard, her hard nipples scraping against my chest. She ran her tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself.

I said, "I thought you were working on me so I could make love to you?" 

"Well, I like doing this, and I got carried away. I'll do you again in a minute."

"Then let me hold you on the bed."

She allowed me to lead her to the bed where I cradled her in my arms. I praised her lovemaking skills, sharing with her exactly what it had felt like for me when she gave me my best blowjob ever. She swelled with pride.

I reached over and in a lazy manner started to stroke around her abdomen and pubic area. She sighed with contentment, and soon started to push up occasionally into my hand, particularly when my finger stroked near or on her clitoris. Soon I had three fingers plunging in and out of her vagina.

"Can I eat you again?" I asked.

"I am your slave, but oh, that would be magnificent. I don't want to cum except with you now."

I slithered down her body, my tongue ever active on her anatomy. Again, I assaulted her vagina and clit with tongue and fingers. 

She whispered to me in a Cyrillic voice, "Do the sixty-nine with me."

Without breaking lock on her clit with my marauding tongue, I scooted my body around until my cock hung down over her face. She immediately inhaled the shaft and started to fondle my balls again. In no time at all, I felt myself responding. Of course, Svetlana responded as well: her fluids started to seep from her vagina, a sure signal of her excitement and eagerness at a union.

I let her judge my readiness, and soon she said, "I want you in me – my other end – now." She patted my backside and kissed along the length of my rod.

I rotated over again and in seconds sank my rock hard shaft into her body. In each of my hands I held one of her ankles; I held her legs apart so I could spear her pussy repeatedly. Svetlana started to make little squeaking sounds with each inward thrust I made. I too started to make sounds of exertion. Once or twice I pulled my cock out of her and used it like a small club to beat on her pussy and clitoris; she moaned harder and more encouragingly to me.

Svetlana's stream of dirty talk continued: "Oh, I love having your giant cock in my pussy. I like when I see your body over me. I like the feel of you in my cunt. Fuck me. Turn my pussy to mush. Massage my clit with your cock. Your dick is so big, so satisfying. Make me cum with cock." She was creative, and I discovered she had a wide vocabulary in English about sex and fucking.

I stroked and pounded into her body, watching carefully the look of pleasure on Svetlana's face as we fucked. As I neared my second orgasm of the night I felt the presence of someone else in the room. I looked towards the bedroom door and discovered that Elena was standing there nude, her fingers again buried in her pussy and oscillating at a frantic pace. 

Seeing Elena masturbating while my cock was buried in Svetlana was all it took. I went over the top in seconds. I could feel my orgasm start deep within my body, the fluids starting their journey through my interior plumbing towards Svetlana's cervix. As each inch of my tubing was traversed and as my prostate spasmed, I felt heaven-like surges of pleasure pound across my consciousness. This was nirvana. I jetted shot after shot of cum deep into Svetlana's vagina.

When I looked again, Elena was gone. I collapsed on the bed next to Svetlana. We were so hot from our exertions we wanted no covers. The ceiling fan created a light breeze over our bodies. I again cradled Svetlana in my arms, and we drifted into dreamland.

I awoke around dawn. Svetlana was sleeping naked next to me on her stomach, her lustrous hair splayed out around her head. Her beautiful buttocks were an object of art for my contemplation. Much to my surprise, on my other side Elena was sleeping, also nude. She'd apparently crept into our bed during the night rather than sleep alone. She was on her side facing me, a slight smile on her face, and a gentle almost inaudible snore gracing her lips.

I studied each woman in turn, thinking of the decision I'd have to eventually make. I had rapidly fallen in love with each of them. The sex was amazing and a decisive factor in the one decision I did make before I lay back down between them on the bed: I didn't want either one of them to ever leave me.

*

In the morning, when it was time to rise, I kissed each woman awake while they were next to me. Each responded with more kisses and touches. While we could have gotten sexual again – very easily – I still needed some recovery time, so I kept the mood tender and loving, rather than promoting anything passionate and sexual. Somehow the two women seemed to tolerate each other's presence. I wondered if they'd agreed to something between them.

In my waking, I again was remorseful about having to choose between Svetlana and Elena. Neither deserved to be turned down by me. I kept thinking that there must be some solution out there in the universe.

This time we showered together, and I noted the increased level of comfort the women were finding with each other as well as with me. We dressed and instead of eating breakfast at home, I took them to brunch at L'Europe on St. Armand's Circle. We sat at a table on the sidewalk, not so much for us to watch the people walking by as it was for me to display the women I'd fallen in love with. Needless to say, my new partners attracted a lot of attention from the males that passed by.

St. Armand's Circle is like a miniature Fifth Avenue shopping area in Sarasota. After we'd eaten, we strolled around the circle listening to the piped in classical music and strolling in each of the many upscale shops. Without doubt the two girls were the pettiest and best-dressed people in the city.

Eventually I led the girls back to the car and we drove two blocks to the beach. I'd prepared them for the trip, so they had their bikinis on under their frocks. They did a quick change beside the car in the parking lot and we started to walk the beach, talk about life, and pick up seashells.

We went in the Gulf of Mexico and splashed around like three children. We were just here on this planet to have fun – to love each other, and to explore the wonders of this life. 

Then the hours passed, and we headed home.

That night, Elena was my bedmate. The passion between us could have powered the city. We were in love, and like Svetlana, this was a woman I wanted in my life forever.

I thought the night before had been passionate, however, Elena proved there were other sexual avenues we'd left unexplored. She too was vocal; expanding the 'dirty talk' I was so rapidly becoming addicted to. She also explored some fantasies with me.

"Jonathan, can you imagine us on the beach we walked today, only it is night time – the stars and moon are out lighting up the beach. You strip my clothes from me and we swim naked in the surf, the water exciting our sexual organs as we swim and touch each other. Then we come back on the beach to our blanket. You bury your head in my cunt and eat away the taste of salt water until you find my earthy taste. I come and cover you in my girl juice, but you keep eating me. We do a sixty-nine, and I swallow all of you." She did! "Then you bury your cock deep in me and pump away – harder and harder." I did! "Then we see some other people watching us, and soon they too have taken their clothes off and are fucking right beside us. We are in a circle of nude bodies – all fucking in the dim light. Everyone is moaning and fucking. We can see them and they can see us. Oh, God, I'm going to cum again. Cum with me. Cum!"

We both came and the explosions were dramatic and perhaps the best I'd ever had in my lifetime. I wondered if I would be able to keep up this pace with my sex kittens. I loved it, but realized I'd atrophy away. I decided this was the way I wanted to die.

After our love making, we were sweaty, damp, and smelled of each other's fluids. I loved it and so did Elena. She told me so as she licked my cock clean from our last orgasm. Eventually, I cradled her to me and we fell asleep.

In the morning, I awoke to again find both women nude and in bed beside my own naked body. It was Svetlana that had come back to our bed in the middle of the night.

The following night, when Svetlana moved to come to bed with me, I decided to confront the obvious as well as challenge some of the social mores we were creating around us.

"Before we go to bed, let's talk about something," I said, leading us all into the living room and onto the sofa. I put an arm around each woman and kissed them. The two women looked curiously at me. I started, "I love making love with each of you, and I think you feel the same about being with me." Both women smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "When I am with one of you, however, I feel the other is left out. I know one night, while I made love to Svetlana I saw you Elena watching us and masturbating." 

Elena blushed; Svetlana looked surprised and said, "I watched Elena and you last night. I also made myself .. err, how you say ... sexual orgasm. I was horny. I loved how the two of you made love. It gives me ideas I want to try tonight."

Elena also blushed and spoke; "That night you saw me in the hallway, I let you two be in the bedroom long enough to become occupied with each other. I hoped you wouldn't notice me and I wanted to see what two people making love looked like – it was hard to see you in the shower the other morning. I've seen people making love in movies, but it was so beautiful watching the two of you – people I know and care about."

"Why did you masturbate?" I asked.

"Watching the two of you make love, made me horny as you call it. I wanted to be in there with you, feeling your hands on me, having you fuck me too."

"Why didn't you come and join us?"

"I didn't think I should. I didn't think I'd be welcome."

"What if we said you were welcome?" I looked at Svetlana, and she nodded.

Now Elena looked surprised. She said, "I ... I guess I would have gotten in bed with you."

"Could you make love to Svetlana?" I turned to Svetlana and asked, "Could you make love to Elena?"

A silence hung in the room for a full minute. The women looked at me and past me at each other. Some deep thinking went on in that minute. For them, there was no 'right' answer; they had to answer the question from what they really felt. I didn't prompt them.

Svetlana answered first, "I have never made love to another woman, except for the few kisses and incidental touches in the shower yesterday. Those excited me." She paused and said carefully, "I would be happy to try it."

Elena nodded and said, "Me too, but it is a stretch for me. I was raised to think that love was only between one man and one woman. I think your question and my answer makes me need a new and more flexible life style." After a pause she added, "I'll try it, but might stop if it feels too ... too peculiar."

I said, "Well, it may be a stretch for you, but I think we should all make love together tonight. Each of us will have to see what we're comfortable with, and it's a chance to stretch our boundaries."

"Tell us what you think," Svetlana said. "Is this different for you?"

I responded, "Oh yes. I was raised like Elena. Love, marriage, and sex were always to be between one man and one woman. But, I have some dear friends that are lesbians and others that are gay – like Bruce. And, in some books I like, and in some films, even in some pornography, I've seen happy and satisfying relationships between multiple partners. So I'm open to the idea, but I've never experienced it first hand."

Elena asked tentatively, "Are you thinking the three of us might stay together until your decision ... or for the long term?"

"I haven't gotten that far in my thinking, mostly because within the next few months we must resolve how to keep you both here in the United States. I can't marry both of you in the eyes of our government. My thinking right now is about the level of tolerance we would have for living together as a threesome rather than as a couple – me and only one of you."

"And our willingness to make love together is a deciding factor for you?" Svetlana asked in a serious tone.

"No, no," I assured her. "If it doesn't work for any of us, we'll try some other way that works for all of us. I just don't want us to pass over an obvious solution for the three of us – love each other equally."

Elena asked Svetlana in a serious tone, "If I am making love to Jonathan, do you not feel jealous? Will you not feel you want to replace me in the act of love – or eliminate me in the relationship?"

Svetlana was careful in her answer and her honest appraisal showed: "In earlier times, I would be jealous, but I know that is a response I learned from other people. From how I was raised and in what my friends and I learned were situations where I should be jealous – this is one of them, but I'm so confused now about what I feel after coming all this way and finding out this situation. I must train myself not to be that way, at least temporarily until some solution is decided." She also paused and moved along the sofa to be with Elena and hugged her; "Besides," She said, "I really do like you – a lot – and I think a relationship with you might be ... interesting ... life changing." She smiled lovingly at her. 

She paused and thought before going on; she looked at Elena and me; "I desire happiness for you both, as I do now, rather than selfish fulfillment for myself." She took Elena's hand in her own and said, "I don't know how good I can be at this, but I will try. I already have affectionate feelings for you. I've just not let them become lustful – sexual, but now I need to try that too."

Elena leaned in and kissed Svetlana in full on the lips right in front of me. Their first serious kiss was a tender and loving kiss that grew lustful as their tongues moved to engage. I watched the two women as they experimented with the female-to-female kisses. For a moment I was a forgotten entity. I tested my own feelings of jealousy and feeling left out, and indeed I did feel that, however, once I recognized and acknowledged those feelings they instantly went away. I thought how reactive my ego was. What replaced the fleeting feeling was joy at seeing love blossom between the two women, and even lust at the thought of the two of them making love to one another – particularly if I got to watch.

I had thought about the fact that I needed to return to work in a five more days. This would leave the women at home where they would be their own company. If they could love each other, I felt they would find the time alone an enjoyment and pleasure, rather than a sentence of isolation – at least until they got jobs or developed a social life and could get out of the house.

I watched the two women. They smiled often at each other as they ran their hands, lips, and tongues around each other. Svetlana unbuttoned Elena's blouse so she could reach in and begin to fondle her full breasts. I could hear Elena sigh in passion when Svetlana sucked on one of her nipples as she pinched the other. 

A few seconds later, Elena returned the favor. Svetlana was wearing one of my shirts with the shirttails tied beneath her generous breasts. She pulled the knot apart and spread the shirt wide so she had access, Svetlana's excited breasts becoming fully visible to me. She leaned in and bit each nipple, running her hand around the other breast as she did. Svetlana's large areolae darkened with her efforts, the small goose bumps on each areola becoming evident as she blew cool air over the exposed and now damp erotic zone.

I wanted to move the love making into the bedroom, but quickly decided that I liked being a voyeur to the Sapphic display of affection the two women were trialing. I said nothing lest I upset the erotic encounter between the two. As I watched, I could feel the swelling in my pants. I allowed myself the pleasure of lightly stroking my hardening shaft through my thin slacks.

Soon, the blouses were shed and the beautiful full breasts of both women were on full display to my hungry eyes. Hands and probing fingers now roamed lower, as mouths serviced taut breasts and rock hard nips. I watched as Elena stroked a finger over the gossamer material covering Svetlana's pussy. With one hand, she pulled the material from the lacy thong aside as her mouth sucked on a breast; I watched as her fingers expertly played with the labia lips and then two of them sank into her vagina. Svetlana groaned loudly, and pulled her legs further apart to signal her willingness to participate in this game of passion.




Russian Wives Ch. 02



I moved beside Elena and helped her removed Svetlana's thong. Now Svetlana was nude, open to the two of us, but particular to her new female lover. I backed away as Elena moved lower so she could tongue Svetlana's pussy area. Svetlana leaned back into my arms, as Elena's tongue flitted into the evident crease by her mons.

I watched over Svetlana's shoulder as Elena carefully orchestrated her fingers and tongue to maximum advantage. Soon, I watched her tongue thrusting and sucking on Svetlana's clitoris. Both women moaned and hummed, making different noises as the stimulus and target changed.

Svetlana started her dirty talk to Elena. "Oh, dear Elena, eat my little pussy. Put your tongue deep in my cunt. Lick me – you know where – YES! Right there! Oh fuck. Fuck me with your fingers. Put your fist into my pussy. Oh God, you're coated in my juices – I hope you like my taste. I like your taste – like nectar, sexual nectar. Make me bigger with your fist so that Jonathan's cock can slide into me so easily. I am your slut. I am your lesbian lover. Love me. Fuck me."

I'd heard the saying many times that a woman knows best how to make love to another woman. I watched and learned as the two of them writhed together, Elena playing the role of aggressor and Svetlana accepting the pleasure being brought to her. Despite the dominance played by one over the other, there was equality between the two – a caring not to step over some imaginary line of superiority or submissiveness.

The talk between the two of them continued, both of them now talking to the other: "I love your pussy. Your juice tasks so good – I'm so glad I'm trying this sexuality with you. Your tongue fucks me so well – put it back in there. I like your fingers in my cunt. Is your ass virgin – should I finger that too? I can't wait to taste you too. Is this how women fuck each other? Oh, I so give you all day to stop. I could eat you forever. I like to lick and pinch your breasts while my finger is in you – I can feel your pussy squeeze my fingers when I do. I love being fucked by you. I love fucking you." The moans and groans accompanied the many words of passion that they uttered to each other.

Svetlana had several orgasms. I read on the Internet that there are a number of different types of female orgasms. I watched most of them happen in those few minutes. Elena's tongue, lips and hands on Svetlana's breasts seemed to start the orgasm cycle. When she shifted her tongue to vagina and clit, I watched Svetlana's back arch in several more tremors, and a few minutes later when she brought her fingers into play, I applauded as she elicited two more climaxes from deep within – probably from Svetlana's G-spot or cervix – or both. 

Svetlana's groans became increasingly loud with each successive cum. She moaned, "You're trying to destroy me – not fair! But, oh my God, this feels so good. You are making me so ... sooooo ... so happy ... so content."

Elena finally relaxed her assault and gestured to me that I should step in and participate. She moved up so she could kiss Svetlana and really love her. As I moved into position by her pussy I heard her cooing to Svetlana, "I know we only met four days ago, but I really do think I'm falling in love with you. I've never taken the time to be attracted to a woman. I'm so glad it's you. You are so easy to love – you make me want to do more for you. I want you in my life."

Svetlana wasn't quiet either, "Oh, Elena – my dear lovely Elena. You make love to me like an expert – like you've had a thousand Sapphic affairs and grew more skillful with each one. I hope I can return the favor to you soon, in a way that brings you the same emotions and pleasure that you have given to me. I, too, am drawn to you – drawn in lust, in caring, in love. I hope this never ends."

I gently stroked Svetlana's thighs and abdomen; occasionally letting my fingers lightly fly over her wet and swollen labia or clitoris. Her body spasmed when I gave butterfly kisses to anything near that part of her body.. She seemed exhausted from Elena's loving assault on her sexuality. In the span of fifteen or twenty minutes she'd probably had a dozen orgasms, some of epic proportions. She had a sheen of perspiration about her that belay the effort her body had just gone through – sexual perspiration. I was humbled by the expertise Elena seemed to find to please her new friend to the degree she had. She was a tough act to follow. 

Svetlana looked down her nude body at me, to where I now sat at her feet, and said, "Please carry me to bed and make love to me – to us. I am so ready to be mated with tonight – to have you love me. I have had female love from Elena; now I need male love from you – and couple love from the two of you." She looked longingly at each of us.

I scooped up Svetlana in my arms, surprised by her lightness. She put her head on my shoulder as I carried her into the bedroom. Elena followed with a smug look on her face about having rendered her friend little more than a quivering mass of Jello. I winked at her and she grinned.

In the bedroom, I striped out of my clothes in seconds and moved to kiss and love Svetlana. We cuddled and kissed for a couple of minutes, until she said, "Just love me. I need you to complete my night. I want you in me – I want you to cum in me. I want to sleep with your fluids of love in me, then I will be complete."

I rose above her as she directed and gently thrust into her. Her body arched up into me, her pussy rising to meet my penetration. She squirmed side to side as I sank into her, the warmth of her vagina surrounding my cock as she clenched and unclenched her interior muscles, alternately making herself loose and tight to my penetration.

I was trying to be gentle until Svetlana said to me, "You are holding back. I don't want gentle right now. Elena has me wired for a hard fucking. Do me! Do me hard!"

On a horniness scale, I'd been off the top having watched the two women make love. My cock had the consistency of titanium steel, and my resolve to take my time quickly dissolved with Svetlana's words into the need to pump at lightning speed until I filled her velvet chamber with my seed. I speed up and the room started to echo with the sounds of our bodies slapping together and Svetlana's moans and screams. She pulled her legs even further apart to afford me unrestricted access to her cunt. 

Elena whispered to me, but so Svetlana could hear, "Pound into her. Faster. Harder. Your cock is magnificent. Fill her with your sperm. Fuck her completely. Love her – love her very very much. Thrust hard into her cunt – she wants that now." She cradled Svetlana's head in her laps so that her head was cushioned and oscillated against her breasts as I thrust into her. She kissed her often, as I did when I paused and stretched forward from my working position.

Elena reached down where my cock thrust in and out of Svetlana's pussy. She massaged Svetlana's clitoris, bring her to yet another orgasm and forcing her to ejaculate a jet of her sex juice into the area already flooded between us. After Svetlana's peak had passed Elena leaned down between our bodies and licked at the sex juices and then licked my cock as it pistoned in and out of Svetlana. The move made me harden and elongate even further. My God, what sexual arousal I felt.

I lasted little more than five minutes at the rapid pace I'd adopted. Had I not had a surfeit of sexual romps in the past few days, I probably would have only lasted a minute. Svetlana came with me, assisted when Elena again reached between us and roughly massaged Svetlana's clitoris, and then inserted a finger along with my cock in her vagina.

Svetlana screamed her completeness – her sanity – her journey at the speed of light to a thousand different galaxies of physical fulfillment. I watched two tears of happiness roll down her cheeks.

I screamed my own orgasm of love and completeness, as jet after jet of my pure white cum surged from my shaft deep into Svetlana's vagina. For a few seconds, she appeared frozen in time, her body arched into my own arch of completeness. 

We both collapsed, yet I remained deep inside her tunnel with little signs of flaccidness. Elena embraced us both: "You two were so spectacular together. I've never been this close to someone making love. You were wonderful; oh, I love you both so much." Both Svetlana and I turned to accept the kisses that rained from her lips on both of us. 

I slowly pulled myself from Svetlana's body to lie beside her. I was covered in her juices and my cum. Elena swept down the bed and engulfed my shaft, lapping up every trace of the union I'd just had. "You both taste so good together," She commented during one breath. When she finished with me, she tentatively went down on Svetlana again, this time with a little more reserve and tenderness. Svetlana jerked and squirmed on the bed in response to her ministrations. I stroked Elena's hair with tenderness as I kissed her.

Finally, Svetlana pushed Elena away from her pussy. "I can't take any more. You must allow me to rest." She mumbled a few things in Russian; Elena pulled away but smiled at her new lover. I pulled a light sheet up and we covered Svetlana. She rolled onto her side almost immediately and I think she was asleep with a smile on her face within seconds.

Elena smiled and said, "Can we go in your pool – nude? Like this?"

I nodded, and the two of us tiptoed out of the bedroom, across the living room and patio, and slipped into the warm water of our home's swimming pool. Only a few lights were on in the house, and the night sky was exceptionally dark; each star stood out like a torch afire with the passion and love we felt for each other. We floated on our back for a while and just watched the sky, picking out constellations and familiar stars. We kissed often, and I often stroked her body when we floated near each other. 

Elena finally asked, "How long ... you know, for you to be ready again?"

I laughed and said, "The swim has rejuvenated me, but it will take me longer to orgasm because I recently did."

"Good, then I wish for you to make love to me before we go to sleep for the night." She flowed into my arms, her erect nipples scraping across my chest and the wiry pubic hair she'd retained flirting with my thigh. I asked, "Where would you like to go?" 

"I want to do it right there," She said, gesturing to a large chaise. She pushed me gently towards the pool stairs.

We grabbed our towels and dried off, then Elena pushed me back on the large lounger. She immediately grabbed my tumescent cock, playing with the head with her lips and teeth. Her tongue toyed with my foreskin and the underside of my cock as she started to bob up and down, sometimes twisting her head to heighten my enjoyment. 

When I'd gotten sufficiently hard to be a pleasure to her, I pulled her up. She mounted me, facing me so I could enjoy the sight of her body in the dim light. I pulled her down until the twin globes of her breasts raked across my chest, their nipples standing erect and firm. I drove my cock up into her, resulting in a low moan of pleasure from her. We kissed – over and over again – our tongues now intertwined, telegraphing the passion and love we felt for one another.

I heard the door to the house open, and Svetlana came out, her nude body silhouetted against the dimly lighted windows of the house. She came and sat in the chair next to us, pulling her legs up. She whispered, "I had a little nap, and then decided to watch the two of you. Pretend I'm not here." We both watched as she lightly diddled and stroked her pussy, the shadows hiding some of the detail we would have preferred to see.

Elena spoke, "I'm going to fuck your lover. While you sit there full of his cum, I'm going to get my own. Jonathan is going to cum deep in my pussy, and I'm going to soak up all that cum so I can share it with you – and maybe even share it back with Jonathan."

She rose and fell on my shaft, rising up until the very head of my cock was barely making contact with her organ, and then dropping down until my shaft buried itself to the hilt deep in her interior – as deep as I could go and as deep as she could accept. We were well matched.

"Do you want me to cum up into you?" I asked.

As she bounced and gyrated above me, eye candy to my lascivious eyes, she said, "Come in me, come on me, come anywhere you want. I just want you – your cum – anyway you choose to give it to me."

I came after a series of rapid thrusts up into her body. My thrusts triggered her climax. She collapsed onto me, my cock buried in her. 

As the orgasm washed through me, I knew I was not only sated physically, but also satisfied in mind and spirit with my two partners. I looked over and watched Svetlana writhe slightly as she also brought herself to climax. We each appreciated the synchronization of our peaks in our own way.

I held one arm out and Svetlana came and lay beside us. This time, my cock was still buried in Elena, and I could still feel her muscles twitch in after shocks from her orgasm. She said, "Oh, Jonathan, that was magnificent. I shall never tire of you doing this to me ... to us." She kissed me and then turned to kiss Svetlana. 

We lay like that for a long time. I shrunk and with some giggles, Elena expelled me along with a copious amount of the cum I'd injected into her. Svetlana moved and lapped up some of the fluid, and then the two women shared the residue back and forth to my wonderment. Eventually, they both swallowed and smiled at me.

"Shall we clean up and go to bed, or remain sticky and go to bed?" There were three votes to remain covered with each other's fluids and so we went inside and went to bed, reeking of the smell of sex, girl juice, and cum, not to mention some of our perspiration. To tell the truth, I rather liked the combined aroma we made. 

*

Friday, I had planned a house warming and welcoming party. I'd invited about forty friends to drop by late Sunday afternoon: people I work with as well as some previous associates and friends I'd picked up along the way. Everyone knew about my use of the matchmaking site and most even thought I was daring to go trolling for a future wife from Russia on the Internet. No one except Bruce knew that two women had arrived based on my efforts instead of one.

Both Svetlana and Elena were nervous about meeting my friends. I think they both thought of the cocktail party as some kind of test I was secretly putting them through, although I assured them it was nothing of the sort. I'd planned the event two weeks earlier, and I'd thought at the time I'd only have one 'mate' from Russia to introduce. I also thought that after a week, she'd be tired of seeing only me and actually be looking for some other people to socialize with. Now, I thought that presumption might apply to the two of them. They seemed to relax a little when I shared that motivation with them, and both assured me they were not in the least bit tired of my company – in fact, I got a shower of kisses from the two of them.

I felt I had grown by leaps and bounds since their arrival. I hadn't lived with anyone since the dorm-life in college. I'm sure I'd developed some unique and eccentric quirks in how I lived my life. Moreover, I think I'd become a little inbred – too accepting of my daily routines. Having the women around suddenly made me challenge almost everything about my way of life. Why did I eat what I do? Shop where I shop? Prepared things the way I do? Live the way I do? And, even think the way I do?

Other new questions popped up: How could I make all our lives happier and more exciting? What philosophy of life could I adopt that would be more expansive and inclusive? What would I like my life to look like in five year or ten years? I'd thought about having a family, but could I do that if I were living with two women? What would my parents and family think about such a living arrangement? My friends?

The three of us worked all Friday afternoon to clean the house and put together the various buffet items for hors d'oeuvres and dinner. I made about ten trips to the grocery store for little things the girls thought we should have. 

The first of our guests arrived about four o'clock. I introduced the girls, being careful to not emphasize any favoritism to one or the other lest they read into my words something I didn't intend. The couple was polite and quickly agreed that it was novel that I'd captured two beautiful women from the Internet. Both mentioned how lucky I was, and with laughter they sympathized with Svetlana and Elena for having to put up with me. 

More guests arrived, and both women seemed initially glued to my side. I detected a little anxiety in each of them when they were separate, and their pleasure to be with me otherwise. Just about everyone showed surprise that I was living with two women rather than one. A couple of my friends asked if I intended to choose between such ravishing beauties, hinting that they'd gladly take the 'loser' off my hands – even going so far as to propose to both women simultaneously. Fortunately, laughter prevailed.

As the evening went on, the girls got their sea legs, and started to drift into conversations with different circles of friends. Of course, they also played the perfect hostesses, making sure the food and drink we'd laid out remained fresh and bountiful. 

Bruce arrived late with his current lover – a younger man he introduced as Ralphie. The two seemed happy together, and both went off in different directions and mixed with the crowd. 

My lesbian friends, Kate and Jane, also showed up and went out of their way to meet Elena and Svetlana. Later, Kate sidled up to me and said in a furtive tone, "So, I hope you're keeping both of them happy."

I assured her I was, trying to ignore the sexual undertones of her comment.

She punched me in the arm in a friendly way, "I mean sexually, dummy. They are in love with each other, in case you hadn't noticed. Believe me I know. I wish either or both of them were in love with me." She ran her tongue around her lips in a lewd manner befitting of Kate. She studied Svetlana as she looked over at us, and then Elena. Kate added, "Of course, they're both madly in love with you too. You devil. You've got the best of both worlds don't you?"

I smiled benignly at her; "Kate, this is the best time in my life. I love both of them, but I can only marry one of them. I'm going to have to send one of them home when her visa runs out."

Bruce had come up and joined Kate and me, catching the tail end of our conversation. He said, "You haven't figured out how to solve that problem?"

I shook my head.

Bruce took a huge breath of air, and said; "Find a dear friend, like me, that will marry one of them for you." He puffed up his chest and seemed to stand taller.

My head jerked around, and I looked to see if he was serious. As near as I could tell he was. I asked, "You serious? I need a reality check."

"Oh, yes, I'm serious – and I wouldn't do this for many people in the world."

"Why?" I asked. Kate duplicated my question to him.

He cleared his throat and started, "Well, I've never 'come out' with my family. They're two thousand miles away and ... well, it would crush my parents to know I've changed persuasions. My Dad would lose all his friends, and they both would probably be run out of the fundamentalist church that is so important to their lives."

Kate nodded knowingly.

Bruce went on, "I've just kept my mouth shut – my own brand of 'don't ask, don't tell.' I only see them every now and then, and they never come to this part of the world – they already live in the sun belt – just in Arizona rather than Florida. Anyway, I've been thinking that the quid quo pro for this would be that whomever I married would have to pretend once in a while to be my wife – for their sake. It wouldn't be for long; they're both elderly and neither will probably live long. Both are still inveterate smokers."




Russian Wives Ch. 02



I was speechless, "And ... and ... and ... the girl – your wife – could live with me, with us, all the time otherwise?" 

Bruce nodded.

Kate snickered and said, "You'd better take him up on it before Ralphie tries to fly him to Boston to get married."

Bruce wrinkled up his mouth and spoke in a near whisper; "Not Ralphie; he's a short timer - satisfies some basic needs, but this is not a raging love affair." He winked at us. Kate laughed.

"How long is your offer good for and what other strings?"

"Well, I expect that eventually she'll want to divorce just to clean things up, perhaps after she's gotten her citizenship. I think that works so long as a few years have past. I don't want to owe any alimony or anything, but other than that I'm open ended about it all. As I said, anything for a friend." He grinned at me and shrugged his shoulders in a gesture of modesty.

I hugged Bruce. He hugged back and made me blush. Kate laughed.

*

The party broke up about ten o'clock. By that time, I'd sworn Kate to secrecy just for the remainder of the night. Bruce, I thanked a million times for a novel solution. I pledged my undying devotion to him – short of changing orientations. Bruce understood.

Svetlana, Elena, and I went in the pool as a final activity for the day – a way to float and relax as we looked up at the stars. We were all nude. 

Soon, the girls swam up to me. "Can we make love before we go to bed?" Elena asked playfully. She reached under the water and gently took my partially inflated shaft in her hand and pulled it a few times. Svetlana came and thrust her tongue down my throat and tried to find my tonsils. I kissed back. 

We went to lounger and soon I was alternating my thrusts into first one of them and then the other. I was unbelievably horny – aided now by the potential that I would actually be able to 'marry' the two of them – that I could keep the two of them in my life in a romantic way.

At one point I was thrusting into Elena while Svetlana knelt over her face. I could watch Elena's tongue dancing along the slit, sinking into her vagina and often focusing on her clit. Svetlana was moaning, and writhing with the attention. The sexual act between the two women pushed me over the edge.

I could feel the valves in my body start to shudder with excitement. Deep inside I knew I'd crested and that in half a minute I'd ejaculate. There was no turning back, only continued and more intense thrusting into Elena's vagina as I heightened the experience for myself. I warned her – "I'm cuming."

"Cum on me. Cum on us," She said. Svetlana moaned but dismounted Elena's face. I pounded into Elena a few more times then felt the flow of juices start in my body. I pulled out of her warm tunnel.

Elena and Svetlana suddenly knelt in front of me, mouths open, and tongues out. Svetlana said, "Give us your cum."

Jet after jet of my milky syrup erupted from my cock. The first blast laced a track across Elena's face and open mouth. The second I aimed more at Svetlana, repeating the facial assault. The rest seemed to go on and on and cover both women – faces, neck, chest, and breasts. Finally, I stopped. The heavenly and ecstatic feeling passed. I opened my eyes again and surveyed the damage. 

As the two women realized I was through, they both turned to each other and kissed. It was a deep kiss with lots of tongue. Both, however, were swapping some of my man juice with the other. Soon, they took turns lapping at each other, catching the runny liquid and lapping it into their mouths. Periodically, they would share what they'd captured with the other. I stood before them watching the erotic acts. 

When their tongues reached the other's breasts, they also took time to stimulate and suck the nipples to arousal – not that they had far to go, mind you. More cum was shared in a passionate kiss.

As Svetlana lapped up the last cum from Elena's body, she turned to me. She kissed me and thrust her tongue and some of my own fluid into my mouth. I kissed her with renewed passion. A new boundary had broken. I'd never so obviously tasted myself, and certainly never witnessed first hand such an erotic love making session. After the kiss, she laughed.

I was still hard. I pushed Svetlana down and drove my cock into her pussy. She smiled sexually at me; "I was hoping you'd do this." Her body rose to meet me, and she started the dirty talk. "Fuck me, fuck us. I love having your cock buried in my cunt. Can you feel my love muscles in there squeezing you – making my cunt tight for you? I'm your little virgin tonight – fuck me; make me a woman. I love watching you fuck Elena; I love licking up your cum. Do you know your cum tastes good to me – to us? We should have you cum all over us more often."

Elena picked up the sexual chatter too: "Just before you warned me, I knew you were about to cum. I could feel the pressure from deep in your body. I like how you thrust harder and harder into me just before you came. Oh, God I love having your cum splatter across my face and breasts. I think I'll stop wearing underwear so you can fuck me whenever you want – just tap me on the shoulder and say 'fuck' and I'll be ready. Maybe the two of us need to visit you at lunch each day so we can all fuck in your office or in your car. Oh, I love to rub my pussy while I watch you fuck Svetlana."

The words, the setting, their nubile bodies, the sensations, and the happiness and love I felt all created a renewed sexual excitement in my body although I'd cum only moments earlier. 

I exploded into Svet's pussy without much warning. She came too with a flood of juices between us. I guess it wasn't a secret given the sounds we made. My back arched over her as I drove my cock deep inside her for my final few thrusts as my cock erupted. 

I fell into Svetlana's arms and we kissed deeply. I rolled off into the arms of Elena and the two of us kissed. Then she was gone – gone to suck the juices from my cock and to suck my fluids from Elena's pussy. She did, even bringing Svetlana to a further climax as I cuddled her and toyed with her breasts.

Eventually, the three of us ended up cuddled together in the heavenly afterglow of our lovemaking. The stars were bright and a quarter moon had appeared over the house to add a little light to our scene. 

I hugged both women to me and held them tightly. "I've been able to make a decision about us tonight." I felt both women stiffen, as though I had to impact some bad news. "No, no, no, this is all good news – at least I think it is."

"What do you mean?"

"What if we could live together like this forever – or at least as forever as God gives us in this life? What if the immigration and marriage thing wasn't a problem?"

"Go on, please. Don't tease us."

"I can marry one of you. Bruce has said he would marry the other one of you to satisfy the requirements of immigration. Eventually, you can all get citizenship and lifetime visas. Meantime, we can live together like this."

"And raise a family?" Elena asked.

"Yes, absolutely," I said. I adjusted my hand so I could cup one of her lovely breasts. She pressed my hand to her bosom.

"With both of us?" Svetlana asked in awe.

"Yes." I smiled at her a kissed the end of her nose as I cupped one of her breasts too.

Elena said in an excited tone, her Cyrillic accent suddenly pronounced, "And we make love like this all the time?"

"Until I drop," I jested.

*

Two weeks later, we had a joint wedding: me and Bruce, Elena and Svetlana. We kept the ceremony small as well as the number of invited guests. Ralphie, Kate and Jane came, along with a few other friends. My parents came to witness my wedding, however, we awkwardly explained what we were doing and how we were going to live. After a long silence my Mom and Dad gave each girl a huge hug and welcomed her to our family. My brother sat on the sofa with his mouth agape, until he too finally hugged each gal with enthusiasm. Elena, Svetlana, and I went to Orlando for our honeymoon and did all the theme parks there for a few days. Bruce and Ralphie flew down to the Cayman Islands.

The next few months we learned in lurid detail about getting Green Cards, application forms, waiting, and the requirements for citizenship. I thought it took about five years and I was right. After the green cards arrived with only days to spare before one of them would have to leave, both women quickly went to work and the pool of our three incomes made a lot of nice things happen for us economically. Elena was able to ply her accounting skills for one of the major firms in the city, specializing in handling international tax law. Svetlana's artistic skills extended to photography; in record time, she'd established herself as the top photographer in the area and landed several long-term contracts for advertising photographs in southern media.

By the time five years had passed and we'd celebrated that anniversary, I was happy to note that we were more in love than ever before. Although it had been awkward, we'd also told each of the girl's parents about our triad relationship. In the end, we even did a recommitment of our vows with the girls' parents present. 

Svetlana and Bruce divorced a year after she got her citizenship. That left Bruce in the 'most eligible' category, an honor he enjoyed for only six months. He was already in love with a large handsome guy named Roger. The two of them flew up to Massachusetts for a few weeks and got married. We see them socially from time to time.

My Russian still leaves a lot to be desired. I have at least learned what it sounds like when they are mad at me, as well as when they love me. We've agreed that our children should be bilingual. At this point there are two of them: Page and Gregory. Page came from the union of Elena and me; Svetlana and I had Gregory. We are a happy family, and there are usually gales of laughter erupting from all of us as we play and love together.

As for the sex, well, it's still mind blowing. We did, of course, taper down from the peak experiences we shared during our first months together. That said, I live in a dream world with two beautiful women who continue to be lusty and sexual beyond my wildest dreams. 

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