"I love you, Alexa," the pale skinned brunette said softly to my wife. "I would do anything for you."
"I know," Alexa responded compassionately. That was the curse of her gift. She had no choice but to feel second hand the emotions being directed at her. They held hands for a moment, staring into each other's eyes silently. I began to wonder if I was the third wheel and should leave.
"Why are you here, Riley?" my wife asked in a way that gave me the impression that she already knew.
"I am particularly horny tonight, Alexa."
"It's from thinking too much about having Mason's babies."
"Perhaps it is. I was just hoping that we could talk once again regarding my offer, while our man is present."
"Our man?" I asked as I slowly approached the bed from my side.
"You are Alexa's husband, and my leader. I did not mean to suggest otherwise."
"I know," Alexa replied. "What exactly is it that you want to accomplish here tonight? Go ahead and spell it out for both of us, please."
"You already know my end game. I am unsure of how to get things moving in that direction. As I mentioned, I am feeling quite frisky at the moment. I started touching myself already. I was wondering if I could continue in front of the two of you."
"You want to masturbate in front of us?" I asked in shock. Not disgust. No. I had already imagined my friend thinking of me when she was alone. But that was typically a very private thing for most women. Especially good women like Riley.
"Yes," Riley replied as she pulled her nightgown over her head. She was completely naked without it. Her pale skin was uniform all over her body, no variance in tone. Not even between her legs where her pubic hair had been removed. Her milky skin was unblemished porcelain. Rosey nipples stood out against it, a color matching her pouting lips.
Without asking further permission she slid up on the bed between our pillows. Alexa pulled mine under Riley’s head as our sexual visitor got started working her body. Her left hand rubbed firmly against her vagina lips and clitoris as her right began rubbing her breasts. She looked intently into Alexa's eyes as she fucked herself in front of us.
"Oh my God!" I muttered. Alexa waved for me to take my place against the headboard. My erection was already pressing against the front of my shorts. I wanted to grab it but was unsure what my role in this scene was supposed to be. I was determined to follow Alexa's lead so that I didn't ruin things.
Riley stared briefly at my shorts as she began the softest groans I had ever heard. Licking her lips, I thought that she would grab my manhood at any moment. Instead, she reached up to touch my wife's breasts. Compared to Riley, Alexa could actually be considered buxom. My wife surprised me by allowing the intrusion, once again making eye contact with our new bedroom companion.
Alexa knew that I was struggling with what to do. Should I just sit there? Would it be so terrible if I touched Riley's skin as she aroused herself in our bed? Maybe it would be acceptable to pull my raging boner out for some attention?
"Pull it out," she whispered without even looking at me. So, that's what I did. Neither of them even glanced my way. Then I did what any man would do in that situation. I considered the scene before me to be my own private porno.
Eventually, Riley did turn my way, following the script in my head. While continuing to work her pussy, she pulled her other hand from my wife's chest to grab my penis. She only stroked it a few times before taking it into her eager wet mouth. I gasped at the soft velvety touch of her tongue and amazing view. I expected Alexa to put an end to the show at that moment. Instead, she reached into her own shorts. I could see the shape of her fingers moving slowly between her legs.
I did my best to restrain myself, but it was difficult. Eventually I played with Riley's titties and caressed her skin where I could reach. I really want to push on the back of her head, but it didn't feel like that was the right move at the time.
"Penetrate me," Riley whispered when she finally took a breath.
Alexa nodded, so I took my position between the ultra-lean girl's legs. When she guided me in, I thought that she had missed. But it turned out that her vagina was just that crazy tight.
"It has been a while," Riley said. "Please be patient."
It took nearly two minutes to get most of it in there. That doesn't sound like a long time, but under the circumstances it most certainly was. She was incredibly well lubricated naturally. I started some test thrusts. It met with good response, so I continued to increase my speed.
I glanced between the two women as I went, not sure exactly how Alexa was feeling about this development. Looking into her eyes I could see that she appeared as caught up in the moment as I was. She was totally fine with touching herself as I fucked our friend.
It didn't take long before Riley climaxed. The expression on her beautiful face was almost unbearable. She appeared to be in intense pain. It was also the only completely silent orgasm that I had ever witnessed. When I stopped thrusting out of concern, she rocked her hips to keep it going. I figured, 'okay, good, she's just having a nice orgasm.'
I could tell from experience that Alexa was getting close herself as she watched. Once Riley regained her breath, she demanded that my wife sit on her face. I was thinking, 'okay, that's where it ends. There's no way Alexa will...' But I was wrong. Without hesitation Alexa stripped off her clothes and mounted Riley's mouth, facing in my direction. As Riley tongued her between the legs, she grabbed the girl's ankles, pulling them up as far as they would go. Riley then placed both hands on my wife’s breasts, treating them a little rougher than I ever had.
I could not believe what was happening! This was the best fucking thing ever! I wanted it to last all night. But, of course, it did not. It was only a minute later that we both climaxed, which was probably good for Riley. There was no way that she could be breathing the way her face was being ground on.
Riley got what she wanted. She had sex with me in front of Alexa, even getting her to join in. She also managed to get my semen into her body. Only time would tell if it soon found an egg up in her Fallopian tube. It was, after all, possible that immune women could be sterile. Or, I could be. There were too many factors.
Something like remorse set in after the act. I mean, I didn't regret finishing inside Riley. Or fucking her in front of my wife. I regretted that it hadn't been fully agreed upon ahead of time. Riley had essentially seduced us. How would Alexa react now that it was over?
"Are you okay?" I asked my wife as we separated our bodies.
"Well, we did just did that, didn't we?" she replied. "I must admit that I am a little shocked that I allowed myself to get caught up in the moment. Other than that, I think it was a good time for all of us."
Riley thanked us both with a hug, then retrieved her nightgown before leaving the room. We took a moment to get cleaned up ourselves, then returned to our positions in bed. Like usual, Alexa cuddled up against my chest. Without another word, she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing.
Me, however. As tired as I was before Riley came in. As draining as a sexual encounter was in that state. My mind was racing. Is this something that would be happening again? And again? Could I get my wife to join me and Jada? Maybe all three of them together?
"Go to sleep," Alexa then whispered to me. "Stop thinking so hard."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
The next morning went according to routine. Only, not really. I mean we all got up whenever we were ready and headed to the kitchen to help with breakfast. Jada and Stella were awake before me. I circled the large island where the morning meal was getting prepared. Jada gave me the customary hug and brief kiss on the lips, followed by 'love you.' When I turned to Stella her eyes were huge as she anticipated my greeting. She was either excited or scared. More likely both.
"Good morning," I told her as I leaned in for a hug hesitantly. I could adjust based on her reaction. To my surprise she grabbed my rib cage and pressed her body against mine firmly, then released in a hurry. The gr
in on her face was similar to that of a small child that had just done something bad that they really enjoyed.
Alexa was the next person to join the group. She was already awake when I left the bedroom, so she only greeted the other two girls. Jada got a hug and a kiss, like usual. No physical contact was made with the petite shy girl, though. The slight was not blatant and appeared to go unnoticed. I, however, knew how Alexa felt about our visitor.
When Riley joined the group, she was smiling. The most serious minded of our group did show emotions periodically, but subtly. Everyone noticed the woman's good mood. There was even some bounce to her step instead of the usual silky glide walk that we had all grown accustomed to seeing.
Riley preferred long, thin dresses. Today was the first time that I had ever seen her in short shorts, the kind that Alexa wears. They were bright red, too. A sunny yellow silk blouse was left unbuttoned enough at the top to reveal a small sunflower necklace. The ensemble could not have matched her mood any better.
"Good morning, good morning," Riley said merrily as she approached.
Alexa and I just looked at each other. The sight was a little alarming. What we had done together the night before should be a private matter. The two of us enjoyed the encounter, with some minor feelings of regret. It was understood that Riley would be feeling good about what had happened. But this morning she might as well be carrying a megaphone to announce her afterglow to the world.
Jada slowed down what she was doing and stared at our normally reserved friend. "You are in a good mood this morning."
"I slept very well. Thank you again, Mason and Alexa. I love you both."
Jada then stopped stirring the contents in her mixing bowl. "Okay, what did I miss?"
"Nothing," Alexa muttered as she headed for the living room, obviously wanting no part of the conversation. That left me standing there wondering if I should say anything incriminating. Even telling Riley to be quiet at this point would be revealing. There was no stopping what was about to happen.
"They have agreed to my breeding proposal. We will attempt to get me pregnant." Riley grabbed a captain’s wafer from the kitchen island and practically dance around with it.
"That's it?" Jada asked, suspicious. "I thought maybe there was a new development, like you all had a threesome or some crazy shit."
"We did," Riley answered without hesitation just as Seiko walked into the living room. "But don't ask me for details."
The room then broke into chaos. Jada was shocked but excited to learn more. Alexa was upset with Riley for revealing her involvement in something so sordid. Seiko begged to be briefed on what was happening. I just stood there unsure of what to do. Everyone was trying to talk at once, except Stella. She had shied away from the counter while observing the mayhem. Her expression most resembled confusion and apprehension.
I prided myself regularly on keeping our clan happy and working well together. This was an obvious opportunity for my skills in that department. We pretty much had a fire that needed to be put out. I was the fireman. I had always been. However, this time I wasn't sure exactly what to do. Every instance that I thought about what to say I realized it would offend one member or another. Instead, I just decided to leave.
I completely skipped breakfast and went out the back door. I didn't grab any tools, so there was only so much that I could get done on our outdoor projects. When I glanced in the direction of our designated farm section, I was surprised to see Jamila and Hedy leaning on the fence, smiling and waving.
"Good morning," I called to them as I walked over. This was just the good turn of events that I needed. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," Jamila replied. "Still sick, but better than before. Can we have some more medicine?"
"Sure," I replied as I reached into my cargo pocket on my shorts. I had left the vial of clear liquid there the day before. I was glad that it had not fallen out or broken. I kept it wrapped up in a thin red work cloth. Looking at the two infected women I believed that I did see some improvement on their skin. Some natural color was returning, the ashy patches did not look quite as bad. Jamila still had not repaired her shirt. Her little brown breast with the tiny dark nipple was staring me down. I couldn't help but look.
"Put your titty away," Hedy told her. Jamila grabbed the torn piece of cloth and pulled it up without any visible embarrassment. Then she opened her mouth to receive the liquid on her tongue. I even saw improvement with the color inside her mouth. It looked like the treatment was working already. I was nearly as excited for them as they were for themselves.
Their good mood may have been making everything seem more improved than it actually was, though. This would take some time. I was prepared to decline the offer for a hug once again.
I promised them some more food and clean water. I also offered to get them more clothes from our closets. I didn't need to see Jamila's breast anymore. It was already burned into my memory anyway. If they were ever going to fully recover and officially join our clan, they would need to get thoroughly cleaned and into some decent clothes.
It wasn't until I walked away that I realized how easy it was to tolerate their odor this time. The mouthwash had done a decent job. Perhaps it was time for them to meet everyone. No one would be ready for hugs just yet, though. This could be the perfect distraction from the threesome scandal blowing up inside.
When I reentered the house, I was happy to see that things appeared to have settled down. Everyone except Alexa were in the living room eating breakfast. Jada quickly got up to fetch me a plate. There was no sign of my wife.
Before Jada returned with my food, Riley approached and apologized wholeheartedly. She said that she didn't fully realize the damage that she had caused in revealing their sexual encounter from the night before. Her joy over the situation had blinded her better judgement. She also told me that Alexa had retreated to her room. She claimed that she was not angry with Riley, but just wanted to be left alone for a while. I wasn't sure if that seclusion included me.
We went about our business without bringing up the topic again. Obviously, everyone understood the seriousness of the matter, at least how it was viewed by Alexa and me. I had no doubt that they would talk about it amongst themselves behind our back.
A lot of progress was made on the farm. Jamila and Hedy offered to help, but I could see that they were not sufficiently strong enough yet. They could also sustain an injury with the activity that would complicate their healing process. That should surely be avoided for their sake. But it was nice of them to offer. Instead, they did some work around the pool without asking me. It didn’t make much of a dent in the project, but it was as much as they could do safely in their limited capacity. I cautioned them to be careful with their struggling bodies.
Everyone was as friendly as expected with the infected girls, at least as long as the pool fence separated us. The only exception was Jada. She clearly was having a hard time warming up to them. Alexa later explained that she believed the issue was that Jada had killed her share of skanks before realizing that there was a possibility of a cure. Looking at them brought on a guilt that would never have been there if she hadn't joined us. The treatment was a great thing for Jamila and Hedy. But it was an accusation to Jada.
We kept our weapons with us, or nearby as we were working. We fully expected the female cavalry to ride up at any moment. But they never did. I wasn't sure if that meant that they came to terms with our position, or if they had encountered a foe that needed attention. They were gearing up to fight the New-HAM, as they called it. The New Hampshire Avenue Militia was reportedly the strongest military force in the metropolitan area. But that was hard to confirm without any reliable way of receiving news. The days of Googling something for instant confirmation were long gone.
We had a total of four rifles, counting John’s old gun. We didn’t bother with Earl’s anymore. And we had three pistols. Most of them had plenty of ammo, too. The question was, how do we decide which weapon each person should
use if we get invaded. Jada and I were reasonably confident with our aim. We had no idea about the others. I knew I could count on Riley to pull the trigger when the time came. But would she hit anyone?
My goal was to be prepared and have the best shooters with rifles until things got up close and personal. Then we could take the pistols off the weaker shots. The Weatherby was the easiest rifle to handle and had fifty-two rounds of ammunition. I figured we would use it for target practice. Each shooter would get two quick shots at a target I set up on some plywood a hundred and fifty feet away. Between Riley, Alexa and Seiko, that would take only six rounds. If we gained valuable knowledge from the experience, the spent ammo wouldn't be a waste.
Riley was the only one of the three really looking forward to the exercise. To my surprise, Stella asked if she could also be involved. She had made it perfectly clear that she did not care for handling the guns. As a visitor, she wasn’t going to be offered one anyway.
Alexa told me that the girl was desiring to be included in all possible activities so we would consider keeping her. With that in mind, it was a bad idea to let her fire off a couple shots. However, refusing her would have its social repercussions as well. Letting her join in this activity didn't mean that she would be sticking around. So, I decided to allow it. Hopefully, Alexa would accept my reasoning on the matter.
Since gunshots attracted trouble, we would retreat into our house once the test was complete. I'd kick down the target so no one wandering around could figure out that the noise was coming from our vicinity. That's why we waited until the end of the workday to do this. We also didn’t want to be firing off shots when and if the cavalry should return.
Since Riley was the most eager, she got to go start off the small group. Her first shot was high and to the right, missing the target by about fifteen inches in my estimation. I didn’t think that was bad at all for a newbie. Her second bullet only missed the center of the bullseye by four inches to the left. That was damn good in my opinion. Riley, though, was obviously disappointed in her results. It wasn't until the next two girls shot that she felt better about herself.
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