Chapter 5: Mrs. Owens Meet Future Mrs. Owens

“Good morning, Mr. Owens. The time is now 7:25 AM.” The smart mirror’s disembodied voice filled the room, its surface displaying a digital calendar. “Today, you have two follow-up appointments. Your first is with Ms. Daisy Labanche at 9:00 AM.” A photograph of a smiling woman with warm, almond-shaped eyes appeared next to the calendar. “Your appointment with Ms. Daisy is scheduled to last four hours. Following that, you will meet with Ms. Bernadette Byrne in Family Building at 2:00 PM, also for a duration of four hours.” Another photograph, this time of a woman with sharp features and a professional smile, replaced Daisy’s. “ Ms. Bernadette has proposed an extension for this appointment from 6:00 PM to 10:00 PM. Would you like to accept?” Braedon reached out, tapping the flashing ‘ Yes’ button on the mirror’s cool surface. “The weather today is cloudy and overcast, with a thirty percent chance of rain,” the mirror continued. Today is the twenty-third of your thirty-day processing.”

Braedon stretched, the muscles in his back flexing as he reached towards the ceiling. He stepped into the bathroom. He wore a thin white shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. He pulled the shirt over his head, the soft fabric brushing against his ears as it passed, and slid off his boxers. As he turned the corner of the glass shower partition, the shower head turned on and he was treated to a soothing waterfall of water at precisely 93 degrees Fahrenheit cascading from the ceiling. He closed his eyes, turning to feel for the shampoo bottle. He pumped a generous amount of cold shampoo into his palm. He lathered it into his scalp, fingers working through his hair.

Suddenly, he felt another presence. A pair of hands—soft, warm, and unmistakably feminine with manicured nails that grazed his skin just enough to send shivers down his spine—wrapped around his waist from behind. They began to soap up his chest, creating a lather of tiny pearlescent suds that clung to his chest hair before sliding down his skin like silk. “Who—“ he gasped, his voice catching in his throat. The hands moved lower with deliberate slowness, circling his sides where droplets clung to his obliques, then across his back, fingers tracing each vertebra with deliberate precision. “Oh god,” he whispered, barely audible above the rushing water. They slid under his firm butt cheeks, grasping playfully, fingertips pressing into the taut muscle. He felt a playful pinch that sent a jolt through his body, then a teasing caress as the hands continued to cleanse every inch of his body with knowing precision.

Then unexpectedly, the hands vanished. Braedon kept his eyes closed, the soap stinging his lids. A soft, pillowy pressure against his back told him she was still there—the swell of soft full breasts with erect nipples pressing into his shoulder blades, her curves molding against him like warm clay, and the unmistakable warmth of smooth thighs brushing his. Moist lips delivered a lingering kiss to the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder, sending electricity down his spine as hot breath caressed his ear, followed by teeth gently grazing his earlobe. Then, slender fingers encircled him below, their touch electric and knowing as they stroked his thickening shaft with deliberate, teasing precision, thumb circling the sensitive head until he felt himself swell and harden, throbbing with need.

Braedon’s mind raced. He knew three women who had expressed their desire for him, two of whom were definitely at this site. He couldn’t risk calling out the wrong name. It would not be easy if this woman kept getting him more and more excited this quickly. He tried to think logically, to deduce who it might be. He tried to remember their heights, their builds, but the woman behind him seemed shorter, more petite. There was only one other person it could be...

“Oh god! Savannah, I’ve missed you so much, babe! When did you get in?” Braedon cried with genuine pleasure.

I slipped into our room about an hour ago, but the dance of badging and navigating these sterile halls stole half that time. As I entered, the room seemed empty, yet the steam whispering from the bathroom told a different story. When I saw your silhouette soaping up your silhouette through the frosted glass, I couldn’t help myself. I got naked, rounded the wall quietly and, well, we both know what I did next!”

Braedon chuckled, a sound of contentment. “I must say, having my gorgeous wife join me in the shower was an unexpected delight this morning. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, so no need to stop.”

Savannah’s grin was a wicked curve. “Mmmm... I bet you missed this,” she purred, her hands sliding over his body, reacquainting herself with every inch of him. She felt him twitch under her touch, combined with memories of the plane ride and the appointment with Bernadette yesterday caused Braedon to twitch. “Oh, you did miss me,” she teased, her voice a sultry whisper. “But don’t rush, love. You know how I enjoy feeling you grow inside me.” Savannah coaxed her husband to turn around to face her, her eyes locked onto his as she slowly sank to her knees.

Wasting no time, Savannah took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she fondled his heavy, wanting ballsack. She could feel his need growing, his cock pulsing with each heartbeat. When she was sure he was at his full, throbbing length, she slid him from her mouth, her lips making a soft pop as she released him. For a moment, Braedon was confused about why she had stopped. To his delight, his confusion was short-lived as Savannah guided him to her other hot, wet, slippery opening.

“Surprised?” she asked, her voice laced with mischief. “I don’t intend to be anything but the first wife of your new marriages to bear your child. Now, give me your best, love, and fire your biggest creamy sticky cumload where it matters! Give me everything!”

Braedon’s eyes widened, “Wait?! What did they tell you?”, but Savannah soothed him.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’ve had time to process this, to prepare. If you want our original marriage to remain special, you can make sure I’m the first one to get pregnant as your wife again. Now hurry up and pump my hungry pussy full!”

Relief flooded Braedon’s face. “Wow! Well, that’s a load off my chest. I’ve been so worried that you would be upset with me when you found out I was going to be forced by law to take on more wives and get them pregnant. Okay, let’s do this!”

He moved faster, his hips slapping against her as he buried himself deeper with each thrust. Savannah felt a stretch like never before, his cock seemingly growing thicker, longer with each plunge. Her legs trembled, her body barely able to keep up with his fierce rhythm. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she felt him go completely rigid, his shaft bulging, just as a torrential flood of searing hot, liquid love exploded into her, claiming her from within. Setting off her own orgasm, her cervix opened up to receive tsunami, filled with hundreds of million semen, racing like rockets toward the waiting egg.

After recovering from the supreme amount of love that he spent, and that was now gushing from her, his essence spilling from her. He cupped her face, his kiss deep and passionate. “Great idea,” he murmured against her lips. “I think we both needed that after almost a month.”

Scampering out of the shower quickly, Savannah called back, “Absolutely! I’m gonna go prop myself up on the bed and dry off while you finish your shower.” After rinsing his hair out, Braedon finished washing up, and that’s when he knew for sure. He was getting longer than he had been for a long time. And not just a little longer, but a lot longer! He had to be at least ten inches by now; actually it had to be more than that, with it being almost as long as his forearm. Well, whatever the cause was, he wasn’t complaining about the results, or the attention.

Realizing suddenly that he’d been in the shower a lot longer than he originally had planned for, he checked his watch and saw that it was already 8:57 AM. “Crap! I’m gonna be late for the first appointment. No time for breakfast.” Braedon skipped shaving, threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and kissed his wife goodbye. She told him she’d be heading out in a little while, but she’d be back out to see him next week when he finished up here. Running to his appointment with Daisy in the architecture office, he looked at his watch and saw he’d got only one minute before he’d be late.

Rounding the corner distracted at full speed, Braedon collided with Daisy as she was returning from the bathroom near her office. In his surprise, he braced himself for the collision and inadvertently grazed her shawlas he tried to steady himself, yanking the delicate fabric away as his shoes squealed against the freshly waxed floor. The garment unraveled in his hand—not just the shawl but the sequined top beneath it, threads snapping as the material gave way. Looking up, he saw Daisy gasp, arms crossing over her exposed chest, fingers splayed against pale flesh glistening with the shine of a polished mirror in the mid-day sun. where the torn fabric revealed far more than intended, the swell of her cleavage. Her efforts to cover herself only emphasized her generous curves.

Before he could process this, the bathroom door swung open. His father-in-law emerged, tucking in his shirt with one hand, his hair disheveled. Their eyes met, and Damian froze mid-motion. That’s when Braedon noticed that there was a familiar sheen to the tops of her breasts, and he realized he wasn’t the only one getting special attention here.

As Braedon hand moved to unbutton his own shirt, a gentleman’s offer despite the unmistakable evidence before him, Braedon’s gaze dropped involuntarily to Daisy’s legs. A pearlescent trail snaked down her inner thigh, disappearing beneath the hem of her navy-blue skirt

“I am so sorry, Ms. Daisy! I didn’t see you come out of the bathroom,” Braedon said, apologetically.

“It’s quite alright, Braedon. Have you met Damian?”

“Oh, we already know each other. Braedon is my son-in-law,” volunteered Damian.

“We were just discussing some details about the layout of Damian’s new house,” said Daisy.

Braedon grinned. “In the bathroom? Oh, okay. Oh… Well, you might want to clean up before our appointment.”

“What do you… Oh my goodness! It’s not what it looks like, well, I mean, it sort of is, but it’s completely how it seems. You see, Damian approved of me as one of his wives and we were celebrating when I got the notice this morning. Oh jeez, is this embarrassing!”

Damian put an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay, Daisy. My son-in-law is a good man. He’ll keep this between just the three of us, won’t you, Braedon?”

“Of course, Damian, I wouldn’t want to ruin your first time together as husband and wife,” Braedon confirmed.

“In fact, Braedon, do you still remember what we talked about when we were being driven to the plane?”

“About the party stuff?”

“Yeah, what do you say? Are you up for probably the one and only time in our lives we’ll ever have a chance for two males and one slut?”

“What are you two talking about?” Daisy smirked.

“Braedon, what do you say about having a little group fun?”

“I don’t know, Damian…”

“What, Daisy? Afraid you can’t handle two at the same time?”

“I can handle anything you got. I think I proved that already!”

“So then, what do you say, Braedon?”

Braedon shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know, Damian. You’re my father-in-law, for Christ’s sake. And I’ve never cheated on Savannah. Not once. She’d be devastated.”

Damian clapped a hand on Braedon’s shoulder, leaning in. “Look, with these new government marriage laws, everything’s changed. When are you ever going to get a chance like this again? Forget about having an opportunity like this again in the future. I am offering here a chance to experience the 1960s. If you don’t want to do it, can you at least do it for me? Son, this is one of those times when life will allow you one of those life-changing experiences you will value for the rest of your life. If you pass up the opportunity right now, you may never have the chance to change your decision ever again. Also, this event will go with me to my grave. No one will know. Sometimes you’ve gotta grab life by the balls.” He glanced at Daisy. “Right?”

"Absolutely, Damian. Sometimes you just have to take a leap."

“You really feel that this is one of my life-altering moments?”

“I do! In fact, I am speaking from prior experience here.”

“… Wait, I thought you said Beverly didn’t agree to the Key Party?”

“She never did, but I didn’t say that I turned them down. I didn’t realize the ramifications at the time, but what I experienced that night was nothing short of a miracle. It wasn’t just about the sex, though I admit it was exciting, but it was also about appreciating every person you have a close relationship with, with equal and uncompetitive affection.”

“What are you saying, exactly?”

“I’m saying, son, that night opened my eyes, and it made me see the pain Beverly’s mom was going through, being divorced for most of Beverly’s life and now seeing her so happy with me. It was something she had never actually experienced in life for herself. Look, we don’t have all day here, and I’m pretty sure Daisy’s nervousness is going to make her change her mind if we don’t do this soon, so can we do this and we’ll talk more of this later?”

“Okay… fine. I’ll do it.”

Damian’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Come on, Braedon, let’s head inside for some privacy.”

His fingers found the curve of Daisy’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze that made her gasp and arch her back. The movement sent her breasts bouncing free from the torn fabric, revealing the full glory of her heaving chest, nipples hardened to tight peaks in the cool office air.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, eyes flashing with mischief as she backed into her office. The men followed, their gazes fixed on the hypnotic sway of her hips. She yanked the privacy curtain closed with a metallic rattle and pressed her lips to Braedon’s ear. “I want to feel you everywhere,” she purred, her breath hot against his skin, “just not inside my pussy. That’s only for my husband.”

“God, you’re incredible,” Braedon groaned, his resistance crumbling.

She positioned herself over her exercise ball, the rubber squeaking as she found her balance. Her skirt rode up, revealing the glistening evidence of her earlier encounter. Damian groaned at the sight. “God, you’re still wet for me,” he growled, positioning himself behind her.

“Been thinking about this all morning,” Damian confessed, sliding into her with a satisfied grunt. “So fucking tight,” Damian growled appreciatively, his hands gripping her waist. “Even after our little bathroom adventure.”

Daisy’s fingers fumbled with Braedon’s shorts, freed Braedon from his shorts, tugging them down, her eyes widening with appreciation. “Let me taste you,” she purred, taking him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around him as she moaned, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. The clean scent of his morning shower mingled with the musk of arousal.

Jesus,” Braedon gasped, fingers tangling in her hair. “Your mouth is incredible.”

Between passionate movements, she somehow managed to activate her workstation, the architectural plans for Braedon’s future home materializing on screen.

“Like what you see?” she asked with a wink, her lipstick smeared. “Deeper if you approve.”

“Fuck,” Braedon hissed as she enveloped him again, her skilled tongue tracing patterns that made his knees weak.

Braedon’s hips jerked forward involuntarily as the bedroom design appeared. “Perfect,” he groaned.

“She’s good at multitasking,” Damian panted, his rhythm intensifying. “Should see what else she can do.”

Daisy’s eyes rolled back as Damian hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Right there,” she moaned, her body tensing. “I’m getting close.” Daisy worked diligently despite the pleasure overwhelming her senses, crafting a master suite that would accommodate multiple partners with luxurious details. Each thrust from Damian drove her deeper onto Braedon, the pressure building deliciously.

“Me too,” Damian growled, his voice strained as his movements became erratic. “You feel too good… Going to fill you up.”

Daisy silently thanked whatever deity was listening. The intensity of his movements was becoming almost too much, each thrust reaching places so deep she saw stars.

With a primal groan, he clutched her hips and shuddered as Damian stiffened, ripples of ecstasy rushed down to his cockhead. Daisy felt the warm rush inside her and gasped, his release pulsing hot and abundant inside her. The sensation of being filled so completely made her moan around Braedon.

She released him with a wet pop, pulling away from Braedon long enough to ask, “Want to switch? Let me clean him while you take your turn. I want to taste what I’ve done to him.”

The men exchanged knowing glances as they traded places. Damian presented himself to her waiting mouth, and she welcomed him with eager lips, Damian’s satisfied smile evident as Daisy’s tongue circled his sensitive tip. “Show him what you showed me,” he encouraged, watching as Braedon positioned himself behind her.

Seconds later, Daisy gasped as Braedon, with a smirk, taunted his thick shaft through her slick folds, rubbing his shaft in her pussy juices before plunging his entire length into her dripping pussy. Her head snapped back, eyes wide with shock and defiance, fire in her eyes, but Damian’s cock in her mouth muffled her protests. She writhed, tried to dislodge Braedon, but he was lodged deep, his hips grinding against her ass. Try as she might, she couldn’t move enough to get Braedon to slip out of her sopping, sloshy, wet pussy.

Unbeknownst to Daisy, the men had agreed to a brutal game of Swedish bull riding. Every buck and squirm from Daisy only spurred Braedon on, his cock swelling and hardening with each thrust.

“Come on, you fucking slut,” Braedon growled, “is that all you got? You’re just a little whore bitch in heat, aren’t you? Your dirty fucking homewrecker whore snatch is fucking loving taking your son-in-laws cheating cock.”

It wasn’t obvious to her at first, but when Daisy’s head dropped, her body bracing for another thrust, what she saw both scared, and turned her on at the same time. Every time she felt Braedon bottom out in her cervix, she could still see at least a middle finger length of his cock outside of her vagina, glistening with her juices as it stretched her wide. Fear and lust surged within her. “How frigging big is this guy?” she thought to herself, and then it finally happened.

Suddenly, she felt him pulse, his cock throbbing rhythmically as he released a torrent of hot cum as he went rigid inside her. He grunted, each spurt a brutal invasion, the barbarian horde had breached her sacred place, hellbent on desecrating this slut. This wasn’t just any normal ejaculation, “Take it, you fucking bitch. Take every fucking drop of my cheater cum in that slutty whorish cum-filled pussy of yours. Yeah, you love having me fuck my cum into that hot snatch of yours, don’t you? That’s why you keep letting fill you with more of my cum, cause you’re a dirty fucking cum whore!”

Daisy felt the pressure building, her cervix overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his load. After the seventh powerful jet, Braedon finally stilled. With a primal scream, Daisy bucked him off, her body drenched in sweat and cum.

Seeing her fight, Damian groaned, his cock exploding in her throat. She gagged, pulling back slightly, but Damian wasn’t done. He painted her face and heaving tits with rope after rope of thick, sticky cum. Daisy panted, her body marked and defiled, thoroughly used by the two men.

Daisy’s chest heaved as she wiped cum from her chin. Her face contorted with rage. She slammed her palm against Braedon’s chest, leaving a red handprint. “You fucking bastard,” she hissed, trembling fingers pointing between her legs where pearly fluid dripped onto the exercise ball. “ I specifically said not in my pussy!” She grabbed his wrist hard enough to leave marks. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? I can feel your cum leaking out of me right now.”

“Sweetheart, I—“ Braedon started.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me you little shit! I could get pregnant!” Her voice cracked. “What then?”

Damian cleared his throat, “Don’t you remember me asking if you’d like to ride the Swedish bull earlier?” His eyebrow arched meaningfully.

“Yes, but—“ Her nostrils flared as she turned back to Braedon. “Not with him! I didn’t think...” She pressed her palm against her forehead, “I didn’t expect to do that so soon, let alone with my new son-in-law for fuck’s sake!”

“Also, I’m ovulating right now”, she wiped sweat from her brow, “The repopulation contract is explicit—” she continued, voice softer now, “has strict rules. No pregnancies outside marriage, no terminations. Ever.” She gestured helplessly at the mess between her thighs.“ Her fingers trembled as she brushed cum-matted hair from her face, “Do you see the problem now?”

Damian and Braedon finally realized the weight of the problem. After a heavy silence, Braedon snapped his fingers. “Bernadette mentioned something—she told me that even if I approve a candidate for being my wife, she technically doesn’t get confirmed until the woman also approves the selection. So, did you confirm the selection of Damian yet?”

Hesitating only a few seconds, Daisy’s eyes widened as her mouth fell open. Her fingers flew to her tablet, , frantically swiping through notifications. “Shit. Oh my god,” she whispered, color draining from her face. “ I never hit confirm at the bottom of the approval email I received this morning.” She laughed, a sound bordering on hysteria. “Nobody told me I couldn’t fuck before confirmation.”

She traced a finger through the mess on her thigh, bringing it to her lips with a wicked smile, legs still splayed open. “Well then,” she purred, running a finger through the wetness, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see which of you lucky boys gets to be daddy.” She licked her finger clean. Now that we’ve had some fun though, I really need to focus on getting Braedon’s house designed, so let’s get dressed - and I’ll see you later, love!”

Damian gave her a kiss and jokingly told them to behave as he headed to his next appointment. As both men’s cum continued to drip out of her flooded cunt, Daisy and Braedon got to work designing the remaining structural elements of his home. Shortly before his appointment end time, they finished up, and Daisy wished him the best and gave him a peck on the cheek. Before he got up to leave for his appointment with Bernadette, Daisy gathered a glob of the cum still dripping from her honeypot, put it up to her lips, and licked her finger clean with a big smile, "So satisfying."

Braedon stepped into the Family Building office just after noon. The overhead lights were off, leaving only a pale glow from a back cubicle. As he crossed the threshold, his Nav band pulsed green– green– green, and the lights snapped on with a soft hum. Rows of sleek desks and humming consoles came into view. From the rear room, Bernadette’s head peeked around the doorframe. She waved, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

“Give me two minutes—just wrapping up my emails,” she called. “Same desk as yesterday, right?”

Braedon nodded, taking a seat at the sleek metal table. A couple of minutes later, Bernadette strode over with her tablet tucked under her arm.

“I just realized after I left yesterday I never actually approved you from my candidate pool,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bernadette raised an eyebrow. “I noticed. Kept waiting for that system email to confirm my status—wife number two. Was starting to think you bailed.”

He chuckled. “Let me fix that right now— if you’re still up for it,” he offered.

Her face lit up. “Absolutely.” she replied, setting her tablet down firmly.

Bernadette set her tablet on the table; they both touched their Nav- bands to a sensor pad and confirmed their identities. Braedon said, “ Eve, bring up Bernadette Byrne’s profile.” A cascade of images and stats shimmered by on the tablet until Eve pinned down the full report. Braedon tapped through to the final page and pressed Approve Candidate.

Bernadette leaned forward. “Eve, sync my inbox.” A chime sounded. One new message blinked at the top. She opened it, grinning wider. “Last call to back out before I confirm you picked me as wife number two.”

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “No chance of backing out,” Braedon replied, a grin spreading across his face. Bernadette tapped Confirm. Almost immediately, another notification arrived: “Congratulations, Mrs. Bernadette Owens!”

“Lean in and kiss your new wife,” she teased, eyes dancing.

Braedon didn’t hesitate. He pressed his lips to hers, and she chuckled softly against him before pulling back. “All right, Mr. Owens,” she purred, “you’ve still got plenty of hard work ahead, choosing your other wives. Why don’t we tackle that after our extension break?”

He reached for her hand. “Sounds perfect.”

“Lead the way, Mrs. Owens,” he replied, already reaching for the next screen.

As he reached for the tablet, Bernadette’s fingers hooked into his waistband. The elastic snapped against his thighs as she tugged his shorts down, revealing him. “Much easier access today,” she murmured, her breath hot against his exposed skin. Her tongue traced the ridge of his crown—salt-sweet and velvety, leaving a glistening trail as she took him between her lips—while her fingers cradled him, his flesh pulsed against her tongue, growing firmer with each swirl and flick, feeling the subtle pulse of blood as he swelled against her palm.

Time dissolved as she worked him with practiced patience, her mouth slick and hungry. The tablet’s glow illuminated her face as she worked, her eyes flicking up to meet his while candidate profiles scrolled past unnoticed. The wet sounds of her attention mingled with his ragged breathing. Half an hour later, she released him with a soft pop, her lipstick smeared across his shaft. Her fingers worked the buttons of her blouse, revealing a sheer bra that barely contained her flushed breasts, doing nothing to hide her hardened nipples pressing against delicate lace.

The bra joined her blouse on the floor. She captured his now-impressive length between her breasts, the soft flesh yielding, enveloping him in silken heat while her tongue still flicked across his glistening tip. Braedon’s breath hitched as she squeezed them together, creating a warm channel that gripped him perfectly. Her tongue still darted out to taste his tip whenever it emerged from her cleavage, her saliva making the glide between her breasts slick and effortless. His fingers trembled over the candidate profiles, his focus fracturing between the screen and the exquisite pressure building at his core.

A particularly deep moan escaped her lips, drawing his gaze downward. Bernadette’s fingers twisted her own nipples, her back arching with pleasure. The raw intimacy of her self-pleasure made his cock twitch against her tongue, sending electric pulses straight to his groin, making him swell further against her tongue. Sweat beaded at his temples as his attention divided impossibly between the screen of potential wives and the woman currently driving him mad, his arousal straining against its own limits.

Her skirt rustled as her hand disappeared beneath it. Skin flushed pink with desire. When he glanced down again, the fabric was bunched around her waist, her fingers moved in tight circles on her clit, her wetness audible even over the soft hum of the office systems. Her breasts swayed hypnotically with each movement, flushed pink with, the scent of her arousal rising to meet him.

The table chirped. “Five minutes remaining in scheduled appointment,” Eve announced. “Four-hour extension approved.” Bernadette slowly withdrew, her lips stretched around his girth as she released him with a wet pop, her lips cherry-red and swollen. Her chest heaved with each breath, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to his tip before breaking.

Without a word, she bent over the polished surface of the table, her skirt riding up to reveal the curve of her ass, her back arching in invitation.

“Eve,” she commanded, voice husky with need, “record this session. Restrict access to my husband only.”

The system responded smoothly: “Command confirmed, Mrs. Owens. Holographic sensors activated. Access restricted to Mr. Braedon Owens. Recording will continue through extension period.”

“Go ahead, hubby, time to fuck a baby into me.”

Braedon positioned himself behind her, the heat of her skin radiating against his thighs. Her scent—vanilla perfume mingled with arousal—made his head swim. The wetness from her mouth still coated him as he pressed against her entrance, the contrast of cool wetness meeting her molten heat making him shudder. Her body tensed as he pushed forward—resistance greeting him like velvet stretched too tight. A bead of sweat traced his spine as her flesh yielded reluctantly. He watched, mesmerized, as the the first inch of the swollen head of his cock disappeared slightly between her glistening folds, her scent rising between them—honey-sweet with a musky undertone that made his mouth water, then emerged again, slicker than before.

“Easy,” Bernadette whispered, her voice trembling. Her fingers gripped the edge of the desk until her knuckles whitened. “It’s been—God—so long...”

He steadied himself with one hand, feeling her pulse around him, watching goosebumps spread across the small of her back. Sweat beaded where their skin connected. Her muscles fluttered, then gradually softened, drawing him deeper into liquid silk. Bernadette’s breath came in short pants, her perfume mingling with the earthy scent of their joining, the tight ring of muscle relaxing with each shallow thrust. The slick sounds of their connection filled the quiet office.

“When I count,” she managed, her voice thick with need, “drive all the way in. Don’t retreat.”, her spine arching like a bow. “All the way. Don’t stop—” Her words vibrated through her body into his. “One... two...three...four...GO!”

She exhaled sharply as he surged forward in one fluid motion, burying himself completely.

“OUCH! Motherfucker, did that hurt!” she gasped, her internal muscles fluttering wildly around his intrusion. Her cry echoed off the walls as he struck her deepest point, her inner walls clamping down, clenched around him like a vise.

“First appointment time complete. Retracting privacy curtain,” Eve announced. The system’s cool voice contrasted sharply with their heated bodies. Bernadette’s hair clung to her sweat-dampened neck as she ttrembled beneath him, her flesh still gripping him too tightly to respond to the system. Braedon felt her grip on him ease slightly, the painful tension melting into something more welcoming. He began to move, slow, deliberate strokes that made her moan with each withdrawal and gasp with each return. Moving in measured strokes, the office’s soft lighting casting shadows across the curve of her spine, their mingled scents filled the air around them.

Braedon’s body glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he found his rhythm, the room filling with the primal, musky scent of their passion. Bernadette’s hips rose to meet his every thrust, their bodies slapping together in a dance so intimate, so synchronized, that neither noticed the subtle change in the room’s atmosphere. The office, once a sanctuary of quietude, now echoed with the raw, unfiltered sounds of their lovemaking.

“Am I interrupting something?” The sharp, cold voice sliced through the heat of their passion. Braedon and Bernadette turned their heads, their bodies still entwined, to find Savannah standing behind them. Her eyes flashed with an emotion they couldn’t quite decipher, her hands planted firmly on her hips. She was a vision of elegance, her silhouette framed by the harsh fluorescent light streaming in from the hallway.

Braedon froze, his body still buried in Bernadette. The room was filled with the thick, pungent scent of their passion, a stark contrast to the sterile, cold air wafting in from the hallway. He stuttered, his voice hoarse with desire and shock, “Babe, it’s not what you’re thinking! I swear, I wasn’t cheating on you.”

Savannah’s eyes flicked over their entwined bodies, her voice steady and calm. “Oh, it certainly looks like you’re fucking another woman, Braedon. But don’t worry, I know you aren’t cheating on me.” She paused, her gaze lingering on the sheen of sweat coating Braedon’s muscled back. “And by all means, don’t let me stop you from plunging into her dripping cunt.”

Braedon’s voice was a desperate plea, his body still frozen in shock. “Babe, you don’t understand. Please, don’t be upset. I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Savannah’s voice softened, her eyes warming as she looked at her husband. “I know you wouldn’t, silly. I’ve been preparing myself for this moment ever since that agent talked to me the day they took you away. The least you could do, though, is to introduce us.”

Braedon paused, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to gauge if Savannah was serious. The room was filled with the thick, musky scent of their passion, the air heavy with anticipation.

“Savannah, this is…”

Bernadette cut him off, her voice a sultry purr as she extended a hand towards Savannah. “The woman Braedon has his man missile buried inside is Bernadette, his second wife.” Braedon coughed, his body jolting in surprise at Bernadette’s bold introduction.

Savannah’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she extended her hand, her voice warm and inviting. “Bernadette, it’s a tremendous pleasure to meet you. I can certainly see how our husband took a liking to you. Like I said before, there’s no need to stop what you were doing.”

Bernadette’s lips curved into a wicked smile, her body already beginning to move against Braedon’s once more. “Well, it’s certainly a pleasure to meet the fellow Mrs. Owens. You are more than welcome to join in if you’d like.”

Savannah, remembering the intense, toe-curling orgasm she had experienced that morning in the shower, smiled and thanked Bernadette. She pulled up a nearby chair, her eyes never leaving their entwined bodies. She was a voyeur in the most intimate of settings, the air thick with the scent of their passion. “I’d like to just sit back and watch, if you don’t mind.”

Neither Braedon nor Bernadette objected, their bodies already moving in sync once more. Bernadette’s hips drove back into Braedon with renewed vigor, the room filling with the raw, primal sounds of their lovemaking.

The two then continued their thrusting back and forth into each other as Savannah watched on. From this vantage point, she could tell with absolute certainty now that Braedon had become significantly larger than usual. Every time he thrust into Bernadette’s dripping-wet cunt, Savannah could visibly tell that he had bottomed out because his massive shaft would bend slightly. She couldn’t be certain how long exactly he was while they were in the heat of the moment. Not that it really mattered anyway, as watching the action had gotten Savannah worked up as well, and she couldn’t resist fingering herself.

Braedon’s rhythm intensified, his hips becoming a primal force against Bernadette’s glistening curves. Her body suddenly seized—muscles contracting visibly beneath flushed skin—gripping him in velvet heat. He was trapped in her depths, his veins pulsing against her inner walls as his expression transformed into something ancient and desperate. Still, he strained forward, the tendons in his neck standing out like cords as sweat traced rivulets down his chest. Their shared cry filled the room—hers high and breaking, his a guttural sound that seemed torn from somewhere primitive.

Savannah leaned forward, transfixed. From her vantage point, she could see the heavy weight of her husband’s scrotum tighten suddenly, drawing up three inches as it contracted. The base of his shaft visibly thickened, pulsing as the first surge traveled through him. Bernadette’s body jerked in response, her fingers clawing at the desk’s edge.

His sac descended lower than before, hanging heavy for a breathless moment before violently contracting upward again. This second surge was so powerful that pearlescent fluid escaped the seal of their bodies, trickling down Bernadette’s inner thigh. The third contraction was even more dramatic—his testicles dropping lower still before launching upward with such force that Bernadette’s eyes flew wide, pupils dilated to black pools, her mouth forming a perfect O of shock.

Each powerful pulse left Bernadette gasping, her skin flushed crimson, each contraction more powerful than the last, until Bernadette collapsed trembling onto the desk, her skin slick with perspiration. Yet Braedon’s body continued its relentless release, painting glistening ribbons across the curve of her spine, then across the swell of her buttock, each arc marking his territory with primal intent.

Finally spent, Braedon fell backwards in his chair, letting loose one last spurt of cum, which flew high into the air, to land directly on Bernadette’s rosebud. This was too much for Savannah, and it pushed her over the edge as she experienced her own orgasm. After a minute or so, Bernadette turned over on the table, continuing to gush loads of cum from her pussy.

“That… was… AMAZING! I don’t know how you ever managed to keep this man to yourself all this time.” Savannah, finally coming down from her own high, responded that while he was generally good in bed, he had become so much more in the past month since they last saw each other.

“So, he wasn’t always this big, or produce this much cum before?” Bernadette asked.

“No, I mean, he was longer than average, and he was pretty thick. He only on rare occasions had a large amount of cum shoot out, and never anywhere remotely close to how much he put in me this morning!”

“Well, that is very odd. All the staff at the various facilities are briefed on all the medical treatments the males go through for processing, but the only treatment that affected that last one was the cocktail to make him temporarily release all his semen and seminal fluid in the span of about sixty seconds. But that cocktail was supposed to break down after no more than ten minutes. It’s been days since they administered it, so it should be completely out of his system.”

Whatever the cause of his newfound male sexual prowess, neither wife was complaining, so they agreed to keep it to themselves. Having only about two hours left to get through the last of the candidates, both wives retired to the small private lounge area while Braedon finished his selections.

Once inside the private lounge, the wives looked at each other, both feeling euphoric and very relaxed. Bernadette broke the silence, asking Savannah how she was dealing with all these changes in her life since they drafted Braedon into the program. Savannah, still breathless, thought about this for a few moments, considering the sudden departure the first day and the discussions she had with the agents since her husband was taken, and the revelation that their strictly monogamous marriage was now to become a very large plural marriage.

“It has, honestly, been a lot to take in, and I really don’t think the full gravity of all this has fully set in for me. While I understand that this is not something that Braedon had any choice in, I still can’t help but feel like he is being given a free pass to cheat on me with unlimited women for the rest of his life, with no one so much as batting an eyelash.”

“I totally get that, Savannah,” Bernadette responded, touching Savannah’s shoulder, “and the way the government dropped this bombshell on all these married women with basically no notice was really uncalled for. You don't have to worry about me trying to come between you and Braedon, I want to assure you. I have the utmost respect for your existing marriage and your daughter, and I would never do anything to jeopardize your family’s happiness.”

“Well, that certainly puts me more at ease and I appreciate you being so understanding while I come to terms with everything that’s happening lately.” Savannah teared up as she reached forward to hug Bernadette.

As the two women held each other in a deep embrace, the feeling of their naked breasts pressing against each other, the aroma of the pheromones wafting off their skin and the residual high from their recent orgasms, brought an inner heat throughout their bodies from their bellies and further up into their chests.

As they continue to embrace each other, they turned their heads to look each other in the eyes, recognizing their mutual passion for Braedon, their shared desire for intimacy, their common yearning to have a family with beautiful loving children. It drew Bernadette into Savannah’s deep chocolate-brown eyes, rich with lust, like a large coffee mug of sexual espresso. Savannah gazed into Bernadette’s alluring blue eyes, captivating her like the Caribbean waters promising to surround you in its sensual heat.

As they lost themselves in each other’s eyes, they steadily move closer to each other’s faces. No words were spoken. The warmth in their chests rushed into their cheeks as a burning flame of desire burned. Savannah hesitated momentarily as she had never been intimate with a woman before, and yet she wanted so desperately to feel Bernadette’s lips on her own.

Bernadette, sensing how nervous Savannah was, took the initiative and leaned forward further, opening her lips slightly. Just before their lips meet, Bernadette moved her hands from around Savannah’s shoulders up the sides of her neck to the sides of her face, her fingertips just behind her ears.

With her fingers caressing such a sensitive erogenous zone, combined with the heat of passion overwhelming her, Bernadette extended the tip of her tongue between her lips at the moment their lips meet. Like the rush of a surfer riding an immense tidal wave, their combined mawkishness joined as their tongues met.

Both of them were a little scared, but so in touch with each other, connected by their mutual feelings for Braedon and their eagerness to explore their newfound desire for each other. As they playfully slid their tongues together, the fires of their passions rose to a crescendo as they slowly started moving their hands down each other’s bodies.

Savanna slid her left hand down to gently cup Bernadette’s right breast, caressing her small soft nipple, while Bernadette moved her right hand down, sliding her fingertips seductively down Savannah’s back, eliciting an electric rush down her spine, plummeting into the depths of her hips and straight into her groin.

Bernadette continued the path down to the small of her back as Savannah used her right hand to eagerly pull Bernadette close, as she slid her tongue deep into her mouth, tasting the remnants of her husband’s delicious cock. This was too much for Bernadette, and her animalistic lust got the better of her as she brought her hand around in front of Savannah and slid one of her slender fingers into her wetness.

Now it was Savannah’s turn to be overwhelmed as she leaned back against her side of the lounger and let out a soft moan into Bernadette’s mouth. This is exactly what Savannah had been missing all these years - another woman able to connect with her on a level her husband never could, being a man.

Bernadette broke their kiss to move her mouth to one of Savannah’s breasts, teasing her love nub with her tongue, tracing the outer edges of her areola before returning to wrap the tip of her tongue around the sides of her growing nipple. This felt so amazing, and it reminded her of how her husband enjoyed sucking on her nipples while squeezing her breasts in his firm hands.

Savannah was being filled with a desire she had never had before, one she couldn’t quite put her finger on, or in. Bernadette then started moving down again from her breast, down her stomach, approaching the firestorm that was brewing down below.

Like a lightning bolt in her mind, Savannah recognized what she was craving and quickly leaned up, flipping Bernadette on to her back, her large breasts flying in the air as they were temporarily freed from gravity. Savannah then spun around to bury her face in Bernadette’s freshly shaven, moist cunt while lowering her hips to Bernadette so that she could dive right in. Bernadette, still being caught a little off guard with Savannah’s impulsive and sudden voracity, took some of Savannah’s protruding lips in her mouth, sucking them in and out of her mouth, rubbing them against the inside of her cheek and the underside of her tongue.

Both of them were so turned on and in the throes of passion, they lost themselves completely and before they knew it, were on the verge of filling each other’s mouths with their sweet nectar. Unable, and unwilling to hold back, they release the full intensity of their taboo lust for one another, resulting in a fountain filling each other’s mouths and spilling over to cover their faces. At this point, Savannah realized something new.

Whereas she had never really found her husband’s cum to be particularly tasty during the first years of their marriage, she found he had taken on a new scent and a deliciously satisfying flavor, which she happily lapped up in great quantities from Bernadette’s flooded, gushing pussy.

About an hour later, Braedon walked up to the private area. “Enjoying yourselves ladies?” Savannah turned, and with her face covered in pussy juice and dripping globs of cum all over her face, replied, “Mmmm… you bet we are! I’ve tasted nothing quite so delicious. I just might give up turkey gravy and have your baby gravy on my mashed potatoes going forward!”

After cleaning up Bernadette, the two wives sucked their husband dry and lick his shaft and ball sack clean. Eventually, they heard Eve announce they had reached the end of the extension appointment. So, they all three got dressed; then Eve saved the recording to a flash drive and created a shipment order for it to be delivered and uploaded to the server at his new house when completed.

During the remainder of the last week of processing, Braedon and his two wives worked with the interior decorator to choose the finishing touches on the new house. At the same time, the other candidates were notified via encrypted email and, as they confirmed they agreed with the male selecting them, they packed their belongings, and awaited the planes they would board to all meet up at the new house.

Continued in Chapter 6: House Rules And The Dawn Of New Life