The Fantasy Trove

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m not continuing my report just for your entertainment. If I were, there would be a lot less fluff before the action, and I wouldn’t be as honest with some of my descriptions. No, I’m writing this because I want to make it perfectly clear how events really happened. I didn’t start out as the monster I am now. The mess I’ve created for myself is one of my own creation, though I tried to be good in the beginning. If you read the previous part, then I hope you can see how I tried not to use it. I knew it was dangerous. I knew…. And yet, here I am, spilling my guts to the internet of the things I’ve done, or made happen because in the end I failed. I failed so many because I was too weak to resist the power.

They say that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. I can attest to that. Everything I did, I tried to do for the better, only to realize my mistakes afterwards. I thought I was making things better, not just for me, but for the world….

Many of you will think this is just a story. If that allows you to sleep better at night, then so be it. Goodness knows I don’t get enough sleep now, knowing what I know. They’re after me, and one day they’ll catch me. When they do, I’ll lose it, and there is no telling what they’ll do then. I hope they sleep less at night, knowing that I’m putting this information out on the internet, where it may never truly disappear. But I will need your help also. Spread the word. Let others know what I tell you, so that those that are after me will fear that their secrets are revealed.

I’m not giving this report to make apologies for what I’ve done. I’m in too deep as it is. I’ve made mistakes, but those that deserve my apologies are already dead, or are no longer able to care.

What you are about to read is as accurate as my memory can serve. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The guilty, including myself, can go to Hell.

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Mind Writer Report 2

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So, I noticed something odd when I went back and read that last chapter for myself. I thought I should check to see if any information was changed by the agency from what I originally wrote. Not sure if this qualifies, but did any of you see the places where I mentioned that I was activated and went to <CLASSIFIED>, and it had that classified over it? I wonder what that’s about… Well, I’ll keep an eye on it, but for now, I’ll continue with the report.

The clarity of mind following the wonderful blowjob from Kristina lasted until my head hit the pillow. As soon as my eyes closed, my mind grew active with fears and worries, coming up with every possible worst case scenario. How long did the control last? What if Kristina slipped from my commands, and came after my family, or me? What if my wife remembered, or reverted? I had the whole weekend until I had to return to work, but would anyone remember Kristina’s control of them? Were any of my coworkers changed enough to act funny while with their families?

I tossed and turned, sweat dampening my body and soaking my sheets as I worried over things I couldn’t control. It made me glad my wife was in sleeping with my mother-in-law, instead of me. That way I knew I wasn’t keeping her awake.

It also removed the temptation from me of using my newfound powers on her again.

I’m sure many of you reading this report are thinking I’m the biggest doofus to ever write a crazy story. Let me also guess that you’re thinking you’d be back in there, triple timing it with my wife, her mom, and Kristina. Believe it or not, I know who my audience is where I’m posting this. Some of you are still thinking this is just another story, and I’m not recounting events as they happened to me. If you couldn’t tell from the first part, I have morals. I like to consider myself a decent human being. I once read a blog post, here: http://jknightbybee.blogspot.com/2015/12/with-all-hate-and-vitriol-being-spat.html about a guy who was fed up with religions and the hatred he saw in the world. Anyway, I try to follow that. His ideas are simplistic, but not bad.

It occurred to me that I could do a lot of good in the world with this power. I could reform criminals. I could get bad parents to be good ones. I could probably get to the president, congress, and even the senate, and get them to work together, instead of tearing this country apart.

Hell, I could be president!

What the hell was I thinking? Who in their right mind would want that job? Besides, was I powerful enough to change that many people? Was there a limit on how many I could control, before older ones started slipping, or I lost the power altogether. All questions and fears that I faced, until I finally asked myself the question I’d avoided.

What right did I have to take away another person’s free will? I was like a thief, stealing their minds away from them, and returning something else. My wife was a prime example. I’d told her to be normal, but she was anything but her normal self. She didn’t even follow my definition of normal, unless it was one I kept deep down and buried in the darkest recesses of my mind.

Frustrated, I sat up in bed and grabbed my phone. Not to call or text anyone, but to play a game. I had to get my mind off of this. I wanted to get at least some sleep before my daughters woke up in the morning, and I had to take them to the bus stop.

It took almost an hour of mindless screen tapping before I thought I could try to sleep again. Of course, that’s when the scariest part of the day pushed itself to the front of my awareness.

Kristina had said the man she took the powers from was killed, and that they would be after her. Did that mean they would come after me as well? Was I safer getting rid of her, or keeping her close?

I think the sun would have risen on my bleary mind before I ever found an answer, if not for exhaustion enfolding me and pulling me under.

Technically, I’m sleeping in until seven on Fridays, but that’s only comparing it to before five on a workday. However, my wife has to get up with our daughters at seven when I work, so I get up to get our daughters ready for school on Fridays. That way we each get three days to sleep in. In truth, I have a hard time sleeping past eight anyway, unless I go to bed at four in the morning.

Anyway, my alarm went off and I’d love to say I jumped out of bed, ready to face the day and whatever it brought. Instead, my legs tangled in the blankets as I tried to turn off the alarm, and I ended up falling to the floor. It was enough to wake me, and acted as a poor portent for how this day would end.

Or so I thought. My wife came in, and was wearing of all things, a smile. Yes, she was dressed also, but to see a smile on her face first thing was a surprise.

“Go back to bed,” she told me with a quick peck to my cheek. “The girls are already getting ready, and I’ll come wake you when I have breakfast ready.”

I stared after her as she left, confused. I know I didn’t get enough sleep to be firing on all cylinders, but this was like something from Oz, or Wonderland.

Unfortunately, my mind couldn’t let this rest. I tried to lay there for a bit, but it was useless. I pulled on pajamas and walked out of my room. Deana had already left for work as I trundled down the stairs. I could smell bacon and eggs cooking, which was weird, because I was the only person in the house who cooked those things.

Two little munchkins ran at me as I reached the bottom step, screaming, “Daddy!” They each latched onto a leg and gave me a hug.

“Sorry if we woke you up,” Julie said. “Mom told us to be quiet so you could sleep.”

“You didn’t wake me,” I told her as I patted their heads with affection. “I couldn’t sleep anymore.”

I had to awkwardly walk into the kitchen, until the rugrats let go of me. To my surprise, my wife was cooking, while Kristina prepared the kid’s lunches for the day. I wasn’t surprised to find Kristina still wearing my wife’s ill-fitting clothes.

“Daddy,” Kary piped up, “Kristina said if we’re good and eat all of our lunch, she’ll show us a magic trick after school!”

“Oh yeah?” I said, unsure of what else to say.

This wasn’t Oz or Wonderland, this was the mother-trucking Twilight Zone! Don’t get me wrong, my daughters are often like this when you can pry them away from their computers, but my wife happy and cooking in the morning? And agreeing to let them have a home lunch? I don’t know why, but they only ever get those on Fridays if I make it for them. I guess technically, Kristina was making it for them, but it still felt surreal.

“I was going to bring this to you in bed!” Aubrey pouted as she came over and gave me another kiss, this one a quick peck to the lips. She pulled back with a disgusted look. “No more kisses until after you’ve brushed your teeth.”

I decided to see how far I could take this. Probably not my best decision, considering our girls were right there, and so was Kristina…. But I grabbed my wife around her waist, and pulled her into a hug. Now conscientious about my breath, I nibbled on her neck, as I dropped my left hand down to grope her rear.

“Eww!” Julie and Kary chimed in together.

Aubrey giggled, but pushed me away. “Not now,” she told me.

I let down my mental walls enough to sense how she was feeling, and was surprised to find that she was pleased. Despite her giggle, I was used to her acting annoyed with me after doing that. I wondered how much I could really get away with right now. Oh, nothing really serious with my daughters around, but maybe I could entice her into my bed after dropping them off at the bus stop?

Then I noticed Kristina’s feelings and thoughts in my head. She was a bit jealous, though not in an angry way. It took me a moment to figure it out. Okay, I didn’t figure it out, it was Kristina’s thoughts as she met my eyes, which told me what she was feeling.

I want to have what you two have one day, her mind spoke to mine. I want someone to want me, and hold me the way you were doing to her.

She hasn’t always been like this, I sent the thought back to her. When I felt no change in her emotions, I realized that this thought transference, or mind reading, or whatever it was, was one way. She was a bundle inside my head that I could read and understand, but my thoughts were separate from her.

I wondered if all the people she’d controlled were still in her head. I couldn’t ask right then, of course, but I filed it away for later, along with all my fears from the night before.

“I figured I’d take Kristina out after dropping the girls off to look for a place of her own,” Aubrey informed me as she piled my eggs and bacon onto a plate.

“Yeah?” I asked, inhaling the scent of the food. I don’t mean to be an ass at this point in the report, but I’m trying to make sure all my details are precise. I loved the fact that my wife cooked for me, but the eggs were overdone for my tastes, and the bacon was limp. I gave her a hug, and a kiss on her forehead, before sitting at the table. Kristina brought me a cup of coffee, and some agave and creamer to mix it how I liked.

With them leaving, I would have time to think, but it also meant I wouldn’t be able to ask questions. I thought about using good ol’ trusty Google for getting answers, but if people were really looking for those with this ability, and willing to kill for it, they might have something in place to intercept those requests.

Being an I.T. guy, it can be scary how easy such things are. A person doesn’t have to hack Google to get your search queries. All they have to do is hack the page you get to from Google, which is almost always easier. You might be asking: Well, what if I don’t go to that page? That’s all well and good, but these people also know how to manipulate—without hacking—Google in order to make the pages they want to, appear at the top of the results. Then, all they have to do is set up their page to respond to queries about mind control, mind reading, and maybe a few more things that are specific to this ability, and voila! You click to their page, and they own your computer. As long as they’re not script-kiddies, chances are your antivirus won’t catch it. And no, Apple isn’t immune to this either, no matter what they would have you think. I can hack an Apple quicker than I can a PC because Apple doesn’t want their sheep believing that they can be hacked….

And now I’m way off topic. Sorry about that. Back to what happened at this point in the report.

I wasn’t done eating by the time they left. I got hugs and kisses from my family, and a quick hug from Kristina as they left. I cleaned up my plate after swallowing the last bite, and went back upstairs to brush my teeth and take care of my morning ablutions. I’d also thrown my mental blocks back up, not wanting to intrude on their privacy.

Having done that, I decided a good shower would help brush the cobwebs from my mind, and took care of that. I felt refreshed, though still quite tired, as I stepped from the tub.

Out of curiosity, I did a mental check on the two women in my head, and while I could sense them, and sense that they were both in decent, if not good, moods, I couldn’t read their thoughts.

I powered on my computer and debated between playing games and watching TV shows. I was a bit behind on Mr. Robot—a great hacker show on USA. No, that station isn’t paying me for a shameless plug. It’s really good enough for me to mention that as a computer guy myself, it’s a show I enjoy. And as I write this report, I can say that it is also quite twisted.

Back on track. I decided to watch the show, as I let my thoughts percolate in the back of my head. Last night I tried to conquer my fears head on, and failed. Plan B was to wait and see what changed, and what I could learn, without putting myself, or my family at risk. Since the only person with answers was out, that meant I tried to relax.

My daughters came home at almost four, and since it was Friday, they didn’t have any homework. After giving me the obligatory hugs and kisses, I let them play on their computers. I have their systems locked down pretty tight, and I get reports on what they do, so I don’t worry too much about them getting into stuff they shouldn’t.

I must have lost track of time, since I skipped lunch. I was a bit hungry, so headed downstairs to figure out what I was cooking for dinner. Chicken Stir-fry wasn’t my favorite, but it was easy enough in my wok. I threw the bagged chicken in the sink with some hot water, and waited for the women to come home.

To my surprise, my mother-in-law arrived first a couple hours later. A quick check on Aubrey and Kristina told me they were still a ways away, though I had no way of knowing how far, and getting frustrated.

Deana pulled me aside as soon as she’d set her purse and keys down, hauling me into my wife’s room.

“What’s the deal with this other woman?” she pressed me, her eyes showing concern.

“What do you mean?” I asked, playing dumb and innocent. It didn’t work.

“You know what I mean,” she said, not quite angry. “Who is she? Where did she come from? Do you really trust her under your roof? Aubrey told me of what happened last night. That’s not like her. I know you two have your problems, but I didn’t expect her to do that. Speaking of which, where is she?”

I organized her questions in my head as best I could before answering. “I already told you who she is. As far as trust, so far I have no reason not to. And about your daughter…” Here I hesitated. I couldn’t tell her I had changed her daughter’s personality with a swipe of my hand, and some badly worded command. The truth was, I still didn’t understand why my command for her to be normal, changed her so much. “I didn’t expect that either. I even tried to stop it, but they wouldn’t listen. They’re both out right now, trying to find a place for Kristina to move to. I haven’t heard from them all day.”

Her blue eyes, so like Aubrey’s, searched mine for a few seconds. Is it just me, or do women really have a supernatural way to tell if a man is lying? I learned years ago how to speak the truth, without speaking the truth. Since I hadn’t just lied to her, I wasn’t worried about what she’d find in my eyes.

“You’re a brave man,” she said after a few seconds of silence. I had no idea what she was talking about, and that must have been obvious on my face. “Most men would be stressing about their wife and girlfriend hanging out together, but you’re acting as though everything is normal.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I blurted before I could think about it. “What happened last night was a one-time thing. I didn’t ask for it. All I really want is Aubrey, though it seems impossible to get her to understand that.”

“It’s because you look at porn,” she told me, being blunt.

I sighed, understanding her point, but having tried to refute it before. “I don’t look at porn after we’ve been intimate. Hell, I was alone almost all day, and didn’t look at a single picture! It’s when she all but ignores me for week after week, that I look for other ways to handle my sex drive.”

I felt a bit odd speaking about this to Deana, but if Aubrey could tell her about Kristina giving me head last night, then why should I shy away from this? I’m not ashamed of my habits.

She just met my eyes for a few more seconds—seriously… Is it like something women are born with? I mean, I know I’m being honest with her, but I half wonder if she can read my soul!

“Well, hopefully they’ll find a place for her soon, and things can go back to normal,” she said and turned to go to her bed to sit.

Realizing I’d been dismissed, and from the master bedroom as well, I turned and walked out. I could feel the women getting closer, though I still didn’t know how far out they were. I stopped at the doorway and said over my shoulder, “I’m making stir-fry tonight.”

“Would you like any help?” she offered.

“No,” I declined. I don’t mind help, but I prefer to listen to an audiobook when I cook, and I consider it rude to do so when someone else is with me. That, or I hate having to pause it every time they want to have a conversation. “It’s easy enough. Hopefully they’ll be back soon and we can eat.”

I knew the moment they pulled into the driveway. I already had the chicken sizzling, and was waiting to throw in the vegetables and other seasonings. The water for the rice had boiled, and the rice would be plumping about that point.

Both were frustrated, though I got the sense not with each other.

“Mmm, smells delicious!” Aubrey crooned as she came in from the garage.

“You really can cook!” Kristina piped in right behind her.

“How’d it go?” I asked, already sensing the answer.

“Oh my gosh, honey,” Aubrey almost shouted. She had to wait to finish as our daughters must have heard her voice and came down screaming for hugs and kisses.

“Oh, Dad,” Julie complained as she smelled the air and looked at the wok. “Are you making stir-fry? I hate stir-fry.”

“I like it,” Kary piped up on Julie’s heels.

“Well, you can eat it or starve,” I told my oldest.

They both turned around and I heard Julie say, “Come on, Kary. I’ll show you the mod I just installed in Minecraft. It lets you make these….”

“Okay,” my wife said, pulling my attention back to her. “You would not believe the hassle we had today. We tried to find a place for Kristina, but I didn’t realize she didn’t have a job. So, then we went job hunting, but almost no one is hiring right now. Do you think you could find her a job in your building?”

“She’d have to apply, if there are any openings,” I hedged. “We can check online after dinner.”

“Are you sure you can’t convince someone to hire me there?” Kristina asked. I knew what she meant, and I knew I couldn’t do that.

“No, everything is done online,” I told her, trying to sound sincere and apologetic, while giving her a warning glance. “The applications are verified there, before they ever reach our HR department. There’s nothing I can do about that. You could list me as a reference, though.”

“Hmm, well, maybe we’ll have better luck tomorrow,” Aubrey complained. “Dinner does smell good, though.” She finally walked over to kiss me on the lips. A quick peck, before turning away. Her mood was much changed from that morning.

A sharp reader will note that my daughters kissed and hugged me as soon as I arrived yesterday, and my wife just a moment ago, and yet my wife waits until she’s walking away from me to offer the same courtesy. I didn’t go right to her because I was in the middle of cooking. I know this isn’t the fifties, but I make it a point to give her affection as soon as I see her.

“Maybe you can come with us tomorrow, and help me get a place to live in,” Kristina offered with a half wink that I was glad my wife didn’t see.

“We’ll see,” I hedged.

“I’m surprised you haven’t noticed yet,” Aubrey said, her voice solicitous as she turned back to face me.

“Noticed what?” I asked as I dumped the vegetables into the wok. I looked at both of them, trying to figure out what was different. My wife looked as she always did, little to no makeup, her hair done in two tight braids, and clothes that fit her, but weren’t flattering. I thought she was still beautiful, and didn’t need the makeup, but she always tells me I’m biased when I mention that to her. Maybe I am, but I doubt it.

Then I glanced to Kristina. She had her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and as far as I could tell, was only wearing mascara and eyeliner, making her green eyes pop. I’d once heard it said by a woman, that the art of applying makeup was to make it look like you were wearing none at all. I don’t know if that’s true, but she was another one that was beautiful besides. I glanced at her clothing, and that’s when it dawned on me. Her clothes fit. She wasn’t wearing my wife’s clothes.

“You went shopping,” I said, trying my hardest to keep my voice level.

“Don’t give me that look,” Aubrey pouted. “She couldn’t go around wearing my clothes all the time, and after her boyfriend kicked her out, she can’t get her clothes from there. Do you like her shoes?”

I took a few seconds to calm my nerves. “Yeah, they’re nice. How much did you spend?”

“Not that much,” she told me. “We found most of it on sale. The pants were only ten dollars, and the shoes were only fifteen.”

“And the shirt?” I asked, noting she hadn’t mentioned it.

She grimaced before answering. “That wasn’t on sale, but it’s so cute! We couldn’t pass it up. I even got one to wear.”

I found I was grinding my teeth, and stopped. “We haven’t paid the cars yet this month, the electric bill is a month late, and you keep complaining that we haven’t saved up enough to get that shed in the backyard.”

“I told you he would be mad,” Aubrey said to Kristina. She turned back to say something else to me, but a thump and a scream from upstairs pulled out attention away.

I dropped the heat on the wok as I ran for the stairs. I took them two at a time and turned for the loft. Kary’s chair was on its side, and the chair’s owner was crying on the floor. Julie stood a couple feet away, holding the side of her face. Tears thickened her eyes, but didn’t spill.

“What happened?” I demanded as I took it all in at a glance.

“She hit me!” Julie said and pointed to her younger sister.

“She tipped my chair over with me in it!” Kary said through her tears.

Aubrey reached the top of the stairs a moment later, as I tried to figure out how to deal with this one. Deana came out of her room, and I turned to her.

“Did you see anything?” I asked my mother-in-law, since her bed had a direct view into the loft.

My wife went to both girls and started hugging them, trying to soothe their tears. Kary started crying harder, and I recognized it as her forced cry, when she was trying to get attention, or make herself seem more of the victim. For a six-year-old, she was good at manipulation.

“All I know is that Julie was helping Kary get a new modpack for their game, and then they started screaming,” Deana informed me.

“Who acted first?” I asked my daughters. My voice held a lot more anger than I wanted, but my nerves were pretty shot.

“Don’t yell at them,” Aubrey snapped as Kary cried even louder. “Why are you so angry? I thought after being allowed to play your games all day, you’d be in a better mood.”

I was speechless. I had been in a decent mood until she got home, and how am I supposed to be happy about both of my girls crying and fighting? Or my wife spending money we didn’t really have? I don’t play favorites, and one of the girls started it. I wanted to know who, but my wife was treating me like the villain.

Call me dense, but it was about this point that I realized I could make all my problems in life go away. All I had to do was wave my hand, and make everyone around me do what I wanted. I could see into my daughter’s minds, and know who was at fault. I could get my wife to be more loving and affectionate. I could do anything, and none of them could stop me.

My right hand shook as I looked at them. I could do it. I wasn’t sure if I could affect them all at once, but if that failed, the others wouldn’t know what was happening until it was too late. My life could be so much easier.

So simple. So easy to raise my hand and take control….

Kary looked up at me, tears still falling down her cheeks. Aubrey’s blue eyes glared at me, and I remembered how she’d acted last night after I’d controlled her. I’d told her to return to normal, but it hadn’t been her normal she became. My daughters… My precious little girls… Would I destroy their personalities by controlling them? Would their minds ever recover?

I’d thought Aubrey would remain her too happy self this morning, but the way she was acting now was more akin to her normal self. Had my control slipped from her?

There was too much I didn’t know.

With a bit of unnecessary force, I shoved my right hand into my pocket. “I’m sorry you girls got hurt,” I said through teeth that were almost clenched. “You two need to be more careful. It’s too easy to hurt each other.” I met my wife’s gaze, and noticed her glare was gone. “I’m going to get back to cooking dinner.”

I didn’t wait for her response before turning around and trundling down the stairs. My mood was sour; my heart in my stomach at what I’d almost done.

When I saw Kristina stirring the food at the wok, I found an outlet for my emotions. “What the hell is going on?” I hissed at her, trying to keep my voice low enough not to be heard upstairs.

“I thought I’d help with dinner,” she told me, confusion filling her eyes.

“I mean this power,” I snapped. “I told my wife to be normal last night, and she’s been anything but normal, until you all got back. Does it wear off? Why didn’t she go back to the way she usually is after I told her to be normal?”

“I-I don’t know,” she said and backed away from the wok and me. There was fear in her eyes now. Fear of me, I knew, but that didn’t soothe my anger. “I can still feel everyone I took over in my head. Can you feel us?”

“Yes,” I told her, feeling her fear come through that link. I was taken aback a bit at the realization that she wasn’t afraid of my anger, or the fact that I was bigger than her. She was terrified that I was going to use my power to punish her, or take advantage of her.

My anger fled, and I felt sick. This was too much power for one person to hold. While I’m glad it hadn’t been used on me, I realized how easy it would be to slip down the slope of using it. What had she done with it that she was so worried about me doing to her?

I tried to force my way into her mind to see, but her fear actually held me at bay. On an impulse, I sent soothing feelings at that bundle of nerves in my head, and felt her relax, as I watched the fright leave her eyes. Once she was calmed down enough, I tried again.

What I found made me fear her. Her pimp had treated his women as little more than cattle. He’d forced them to call him daddy and held a tight reign over everything they did. He also beat them for the slightest infraction. The last time she’d seen him, he was crawling along the streets, thinking he was a female dog in heat.

Then there was the John that liked to hit and humiliate her when they fucked. She’d gone to his house, where his wife and children were… I won’t tell you what I saw in her mind here. Words can’t do it justice. I’ve been to war. I saw shit in <CLASSIFIED> that still give me nightmares. I can’t say whether that man deserved what he got, but I wouldn’t wish that on anyone… Well, maybe ISIS members, but no one else.

I pulled out of her mind, no longer hungry for the food cooking. “I will never treat you like they did,” I told her. “Nor will I ever do to anyone what you did to them.”

“You read my mind,” she said, not a question. Shame filled her, and overflowed our link into me. I hadn’t even given it a second thought. In fact, I’d manipulated her emotions in order to make it easier for myself. What kind of a human being was I turning into? Was I even still human?

To this day, as I write this report, I still don’t have an answer for that second question. Unfortunately, I know what I became after everything truly went to shit.

I’m getting ahead of myself. I’m writing this to let people know what’s really out there. What some people are capable of. Also as a warning to those who think they could control such power. I won’t spout at you that with great power comes great responsibility… except that I guess I just did. Just know that the slide into depravity might not come all at once. It’s insidious, and will sneak up on you.

Before I had time for any more self-recriminations, my family came back down the stairs. I stepped in front of the wok, acting as though nothing was wrong, and sensed no suspicion from my wife. I decided to redouble my efforts to behave, and put my mental walls back up, blocking out my sense of them and their thoughts.

“Just in time,” I forced a smile to bend my lips. “Girls, set the table and we’ll eat.” I added a bit of butter to the rice, and fluffed it with a fork.

“Can I just have rice, Dad?” Julie asked, her voice an annoying whine.

“Sorry,” I told her with a shake of my head, “I don’t understand whine-ese. Can you talk to me in English?”

“Daaaaaad,” she rolled her eyes at me. “I want to know if I can have rice, without that other stuff.”

I looked at my wife, though we had a standing agreement on this. One that our kids never seemed to realize.

“You can have as much rice as you want,” I told her, before setting the hook. “But you still have to have a bit of stir-fry.”

“Fine,” she pouted. “Can I at least have some soy sauce?”

“Of course,” I about smiled, feeling almost back to normal.

“I want lots of stir-fry,” my youngest piped in.

“You would,” Julie muttered.

Kary stuck her tongue out and Julie returned the gesture. I knew that a part of Kary was just trying to one-up her sister. I ignored it as I started to dish out their portions.

Aubrey told her mother about their problems during the day, and to my slight annoyance, Deana commented on how cute Kristina’s shoes were. I decided silence was the better part of valor, and just enjoyed my own cooking.

The women cleaned the kitchen afterwards, while the girls cleared the table. This is the reason I don’t mind doing most of the cooking. I hate to clean. I would much rather cook, than clean, and rarely ever get true complaints about my cooking.

I all but ran to my room, and started up Fallout 4. I needed to relax, and forget about arguing. Naturally, as soon as it was done loading my last save, my wife walked in and shut the door.

“Are you okay?” she asked me as I paused my game and turned to give her my full attention. “You act as though you’re mad at me.”

I played over the previous events in my head, and could see why she felt that way. I don’t know if I’d said two words during dinner, and I was upset before that.

“I don’t understand us spending money, when we’re trying to save up for other things,” I told her, keeping my voice calm and smooth.

“I figured after she gave you a blowjob last night, you would have been much happier today,” she told me, meeting my eyes with a challenge. “Especially after you had the whole day to do whatever you wanted. We’ll take back the clothing in the morning if it bothers you that much.”

“No,” I shook my head. “She needs the clothes. I just wished you would have talked to me first. I was in a good mood until you came home and I felt like you were showing off that you’d spent money. Especially after giving me so much grief for buying Fallout 4.”

“Do I need to get Kristina in here to give you another blowjob?” Aubrey asked. With my wards up, I couldn’t tell if she was being serious or not. “She told me how much she enjoyed last night.”

“No, I want you,” I snapped before I could calm down. I took a couple breaths to cool my mind before asking, “Wait, you talked about it today?”

“Of course,” she told me, without a smile. “She wanted to make sure I was okay with everything that happened.”

I could almost hear the sound of the thin ice I was about to walk out on, but I had to know. “And were you?”

“It was weird at first,” she said as she sat on my bed and looked down at her lap. “I remember how angry I got when Kendra gave you a blowjob in the driveway, but this time was different. I felt normal as I watched another woman get you off. It didn’t turn me on, but it didn’t make me angry either. I just wanted you to be happy.” She lifted her head and looked me in the eyes again. “I know I don’t satisfy you. I know you look at porn, and that I’ll never be enough for you.”

“You could be if you tried,” I told her. “All I want is you, or more so. I want us to be more intimate, like we were years ago. I want to make love to you more often. Once a month isn’t enough for me, but I only want you.”

“Do you want me to fake it?” she asked, already knowing my answer. She’d brought this up before, and it was always her defense.

“No, I want a wife that wants me. Dammit, goodness knows I want you all the time. Is that really too much to ask?” I could hear a bit of a whine enter my own voice, and shut my mouth.

“I don’t have an overactive sex-drive like you do,” she told me while shaking her head.

“Wanting it more than once a month isn’t overactive,” I shot back.

“But wanting it every day is,” she replied.

“I’d settle for once or twice a week,” I said, leaning towards her in my computer chair. “Every day would be great for only the first couple days. I’m not a teenager anymore.”

She gave a slight chuckle, but still shook her head. “I just don’t have the same sex drive as you. That’s why I tried to have an open marriage before. That way we could stay married, and you could get the sex you wanted.”

“Except that you cut it off after I got a blowjob, and the sex I want is from you, not someone else,” I tried to get her to understand.

“I didn’t get mad last night,” she informed me. “Maybe Kristina could be your girlfriend. We get along great, and the girls seem to like her.”

I could see at this point that it didn’t matter what I said. She was set in her ways, and nothing I said mattered. I don’t know. Maybe I’m being selfish here, but it’s how I felt.

“The girls barely noticed she was here,” I said. “They’re too busy playing their games. And what would we tell them, anyway? Do you want them knowing that their father has a girlfriend living in the basement, while their parents sleep in separate beds?” Okay, so I’m a glutton for punishment. I guess I have a problem where if I have something to say, I say it. Even if I know it’ll be ignored.

“We don’t have to tell them,” she said. “And hopefully she’ll be able to get a job soon, and find her own place. Then you can do whatever you need to do over there, before coming home.”

Something in her wording tipped me off. “Say it,” I told her. “I want to hear you actually say the words, and not allude to them.”

“I don’t see the point,” she argued.

“Then there should be no reason not to do it,” I stated back.

She set her jaw and met my eyes, but I didn’t say anything more as I waited. After a few more seconds she sighed and looked back down to her lap. “That you and her will fuck, and have sex. She even told me that sometimes she enjoys anal sex. I know how badly you want to do that, and I won’t let you do it with me. You can do her in the ass, and leave me alone about it.”

I have to admit that I was a bit shocked that she actually said all that. Especially the swearing. It’s not that my wife doesn’t swear, she just doesn’t swear very often.

“And if I do that, will I still be allowed to make love to you?”

I swear to you, you could hear the thin ice I was treading on crack as her head popped up. That same ice was reflected in her light blue eyes. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“I won’t risk losing you,” I said, hiding behind my calm voice. I was doing the same to her as I did to that Lieutenant Colonel Asscheese yesterday. Remain calm, and make them sound like the crazy person for losing their temper. It was obvious to me that she was no longer feeling normal.

It occurs to me as I write this that for most people, work is where they’re stressed, and home is where they relax. Am I wrong in that thought? Because at times like this, I wish I were back at work, dealing with people who are incompetent on computers, and holding their hands as they change their homepage.

“Why do you always have to argue with me?” she tried a different tactic.

Normally I would get defensive, but this time I saw through her. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”

“I do listen to you!” she shouted, then visibly forced herself to calm down.

I kept my mouth shut, not wanting to lose the advantage I’d just gained. She kept her eyes locked on mine for a few more seconds before getting to her feet. “I need to think about a few things.” She walked from my room and left my door open.

I was tempted to dip into her mind and see what she had to think about, but Kristina came in next. She left the door open, for which I was grateful. Last thing I needed was for the wife to think we were trying to hide something in here.

“You and your wife have been so kind to me,” she started saying, “and I don’t want to come between you. I can get by on my own. I’ve done it before. I don’t want to cause you any more problems.”

“Please sit down,” I told her, before remembering that she had to obey any commands that I gave politely. She smiled as she sat right where my wife had been a few moments before. “Believe me when I say it’s not you. We’ve been married for a bit, and these problems have been around from the beginning. It has nothing to do with you.”

“But—” she tried to argue but I held my hand up to forestall her.

“She’s just using you as an excuse right now. I can guess at what you heard, but don’t worry.” My wife might be mad at me, but I’m not worried about her leaving.

“Because you know what’s in her mind,” Kristina said, thinking she knew.

“No, I’m doing my best not to impose on either of your thoughts too much.” I remembered—how could I ever forget?—what I’d seen in her mind in the kitchen and added, “I’m sorry about invading your mind earlier. I should have asked first. It was wrong of me, and an invasion of your privacy.”

“Oh! I don’t mind,” she spoke up fast. Too fast. “If you could see that stuff in there, and not kick me out, then you must be a really nice person. I know I mentioned it yesterday, but you’re not like other men. I would wonder if you were gay, but you enjoyed last night, and seemed to really like my titties. If you’re bisexual, I don’t care about that.”

“Well, I do have a penchant for pierced nipples,” I told her before I could think better of it. “And I’m only interested in women.”

“That’s not all that I have that’s pierced,” she said, leaning closer to me. Her voice had grown husky as she smiled and licked her lips. For the first time I noticed her tongue was pierced. At this point, between her nose, ears, tongue, nipples, and belly button, I wouldn’t be surprised if her toes were pierced. Is that even a thing?

I saw my danger right away. I should have seen it sooner, but I was distracted by all my other issues. Kristina liked me, and was letting me know. I wouldn’t have to control her mind or force her. She was willing to do whatever I wanted. After what Aubrey told me, I knew she would do all the things my wife wouldn’t.

And hadn’t I just told Aubrey that I wanted to be wanted? Here was a woman—a beautiful and very talented younger woman—willing to fulfill my every desire. I must have let my mental walls slip as I saw images of her giving herself to me flit through her mind. She was truly experienced, and despite my first impressions of her intelligence, very imaginative. Some of the things she pictured, I didn’t even think were physically possible.

While I admit I have no high ground to stand on, having cheated before, I couldn’t do it within my own home. What happened the night before didn’t count in my book as cheating, since my wife was complaisant in the act. Every image Kristina formulated, while varied, held one common theme: it was just the two of us.

Kristina’s green eyes trapped my own as she leaned in closer to me, getting back to her feet. I knew what she wanted. Hell, I have to admit I wanted it too. My mouth watered as her mind showed us kissing, passion running wild as we made love with our mouths in a prelude to doing the same with our bodies. I felt my cock stiffen uncomfortably in my pants as she continued to get closer. I could actually feel my growing lust overflow into our link, filling her, and feeding her own desires more.

She never blinked. I could see the promise of rapture behind her eyes. I could feel her longing and desire through our link. She licked her lips again. Lips I remembered very well how good they could feel.

My heart thundered in my chest. If a marching band played the national anthem outside my door, I wouldn’t have been able to hear it over the thumping in my ears. A techno beat would have felt slow in comparison.

I drew in a breath to speak, and she saw that as her moment. She lunged forward.

I had just enough time to get my hand up to block her.

“I can’t,” I told her, speaking past the lump that formed in my throat. “I love my wife. No matter what else may lay between her and me, I love her. I won’t ruin that.” I don’t know where I found the strength to say those words, but I knew them for truth.

I saw and felt the pain of rejection in her. It was overwhelmed by other emotions, intruding from a different person.

I looked over to see Aubrey standing in the doorway, her eyes wide and staring at me. Her emotions, while powerful, were a massive bundle that I couldn’t untangle. At the time I remember thinking that no single person should be able to hold so many different emotions at once. They were too jumbled for me to even begin to dissect them. As I write this now however, with so much time to feel and understand what women do, I understand that most women are a bundle of conflicting emotions. It’s truly no wonder then, why we men can never figure them out. We have no frame of reference with which base our judgements. Emotionally speaking, men are like ants, trying to understand humans. It’s never going to happen.

“Aubrey!” I shouted, way too loud. When I felt Kristina’s tongue licking my hand, I realized I was still covering her mouth, and yanked my appendage away. “This… This isn’t what it looks like.” I cringed as I said those stupid words. Why was I acting guilty? I’d done nothing wrong. Yes, I’d been tempted, but I’d turned Kristina away.

Aubrey walked into the room with a deliberateness that worried me, her hair still damp from her shower. I couldn’t read her mind. I’m not even sure she knew what she was thinking at that point, and as I’d mentioned, her emotions were a bigger mess than the US government pulling out of Iraq way too soon.

She stepped up to me, fire burning in her eyes, though one eyebrow was cocked up inquisitively, and the right side of her mouth was quirked up in a smile. In truth, she looked mad. Not angry mad, but insane mad.

“You mean the part where a younger, hotter girl threw herself at you, and even promised to keep it a secret from me?” Not even her voice gave away her feelings. “Is that what it doesn’t look like?”

“I uh, but… um…” I stuttered like an idiot. I was acutely aware that Kristina hadn’t backed away from me, and both women were very close.

“Is it?” Aubrey pressed. My jaw moved, but I couldn’t get my throat to produce any actual words. If only I could get a glimmer into what might make this situation right. “I think you deserve a reward, and she should be punished.”

It took me way too long to process her words. I sat there, dumbstruck. Reward? I wasn’t going to get punished? Sure I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I was just caught in a compromising position. I tried to read her mind one more time, and I finally made some sense of her jumbled thoughts and emotions. As though her words were the key I needed to start unraveling and unlocking her intentions, I finally got my own body back under my control.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, either,” I said, a bit hesitant.

“What isn’t a good idea?” She asked, that one eyebrow still raised. “I didn’t tell you yet.”

Shit! I thought, my mind racing. She didn’t know I could read her mind. “We can’t kick her out on the street,” I started to say, then sensed a flash of anger from her and shut my mouth. It wasn’t what she was thinking, but it was the quickest thing I could think of to pretend like I didn’t know what was really on her mind.

“No, I’m not planning on throwing her out,” her head shook in the negative. She bumped Kristina aside and stood before me. Her hands landed on my shoulders, and I was forced to look up into my wife’s fervent eyes. Turning her hips, she sat sideways on my lap. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. My wife hated sitting in my lap, though I always enjoyed it. After a quick glance at Kristina, she turned to me and mashed her lips against mine.

At first it was just lips pressed against lips at an almost bruising level, her hands still on my shoulders. After a few seconds, she lightened up a bit, letting her tongue slip out and slide across my lips. As soon as I opened up to her, forgetting all else, her arms snaked around my neck and she kissed me twice as hard as before. I may have grunted in pain from the force of this one, but can’t be certain. There are two things I remember from that kiss: it was harder than she’d ever kissed me before, and I was enjoying every second of it.

Her tongue worked its way between my teeth, where it met mine. For a few glorious seconds, we battled back and forth, never reluctant to give ground, but always happy to slip into the other’s territory.

Then I heard the clearing of a throat, and reality intruded once more. Along with the sound, came an almost overwhelming sense of jealousy.

My reward, and Kristina’s punishment. Aubrey knew how much the other woman liked me, even if she hadn’t interrupted the attempt to get into my pants. She’d also just given me what I wanted, by coming onto me. By the extreme discomfort and bulge in my pants, it was super effective. I was afraid she intended to tease as she had yesterday, but a quick delve into her surface thoughts told me she planned to take this all the way. I was shocked to find she was almost as horny as I was.

At this point I would love to tell you that I had the mental fortitude to take the high ground, kick Kristina out, and ravish my wife in a decent manner. I’d like to, but I promised I wouldn’t lie in this report. In my defense though, I admit that I was thinking with the wrong head. As great as last night had been, the potential for actually getting laid, instead of just an awesome blowjob, swayed my moral compass.

I’m not sure if I mentioned before, but I’m not a hulking behemoth when it comes to strength, but I had enough adrenaline right then to slip my arms under Aubrey’s legs, and somehow keep my balance as I stood up with her held close. She squeaked as I lost my balance once, righted myself, and then took a couple quick step towards the bed.

Kristina had to scramble out of the way, or else get squished.

“Get out and lock the door,” I commanded our guest. My wife giggled as I dropped her onto the bed, but shook her head.

“No,” she said, looking to the dark haired woman. “She stays and watches, or she leaves the house altogether.”

“That’s not very nice,” I chided my wife, but I admit that I was looking forward do diving into my wife more than I was concerned about Kristina’s happiness. I know, I’m an asshole, but that’s how things happened.

“Her punishment; your reward,” Aubrey informed me. She didn’t have to continue because I could see it all in her mind, but I didn’t stop her from explaining further. “She can sit in your computer chair and watch you make love to me. She can’t touch you. If she chooses to leave, she can walk out the front door. You’re my husband. I want to make that perfectly clear. And if you don’t like it, then you can get up, walk out that door, and never hope to get between my legs again.”

For a second, I was shocked. Not at what I felt was my wife’s cruelty, but at how vehement I felt her emotions behind her statement. She meant it, at least for the moment. I could also sense that she was wet down below, and didn’t want me walking away. For the first time that I was aware, my wife was actually horny and wanted me.

In a moment of weakness, I capitulated, and did it in the worst way possible. With a glance at Kristina, I said with deliberate politeness, “Kristina, please lock the door and watch as I make love to my wife.”

I felt the change in Kristina as my commands took hold. Anything I asked politely of her, she would not only do, but find herself wanting to do. I could still sense her jealousy, but now she had an eagerness to watch us couple.

I felt sick with myself, but it was short lived. Aubrey worked at my pants, freeing my second—currently working—brain. Her right hand slipped around my hard member, tugging at it a few times.

“Eyes back on me,” she commanded, and I realized I was watching Kristina move to my computer chair after locking my door. I looked down to see her grinning up at me.

She let go of my cock, grabbing it again with her left hand, and used her now fee hand to grab the back of my head and pull me down into another great kiss. I supported myself on my left arm, and slid my right hand to the bottom of her shirt. Finding the hem, I moved underneath it, only to find another shirt tucked into her pants. I often tease her for wearing too many layers, especially when she complains about being hot when I’m cold.

This shirt hugged her frame, and I had to tug to pull it out of her pants. She helped me by letting go of both my heads, and undoing her pants. We didn’t stop kissing, of course. This let the second shirt pull free, and my hand slid across her stomach, marching up to her chest. Her bra was one of those it’s-only-sexy-because-it’s-a-bra-and-for-no-other-reason affairs. You know the type, thickly padded, usually beige as this one was, and not very revealing. When we married, she was a solid A cup. Even after two kids, she barely filled out a C, but I’m okay with that. I’m a boob man until the day I die, and the fact that hers are real and natural is one of my favorite things. No, this doesn’t contradict my fetish for piercings like Kristina’s. I’m referring to the lack of silicon.

Anyway, back to the action, which is why y’all are here, anyway, though not why I’m writing this.

My hand slipped around behind her, and she adjusted enough that it broke our kiss, but I was able to get to the clasp in back. My lips and teeth found a nice spot on the left side of her neck to nibble and play with, as my index and middle fingers worked with my thumb to unclasp the bra. Once I understood the trick of unhooking these holder of men’s dreams, it didn’t take me long to figure out how to do so with only one hand. It’s all about the pinch and snap. Those who can do it, understand. Those who don’t understand… Well, I’m not writing a learning manual for you.

With her bra now loosened, I brought my hand back around to the front, and my lips back to hers. My fingers sought out the soft swell of her breast, and I gently massaged her, not yet going for the nipple. Instead, I enjoyed simply holding and molding her tit, as she moved her hips against my thigh.

The pace of her hand sped up, using my precum as lubricant to keep from chaffing my sensitive flesh. I planted my right elbow in a way that I could still grope her, but keep my weight supported off her as I lifted my left arm up to pull down my pants. I got them as far as I could without breaking our kiss, when she pulled away gasping for air. For some reason I’ve never understood, she can’t kiss while breathing through her nose. Is that a skill some people have that others don’t? To this day, I still don’t know for sure.

Without the need to stay lip-locked, I let go of her breast and removed all my clothes.

Movement out of the corner of my eyes reminded me that we had an audience. Kristina sat in my chair, pants undone, and both hands behind her back to undo her bra. She still wore her shirt, so I couldn’t see any of her goods, but I understood just by looking at her that she was getting ready to masturbate. My internal sense of her told me that she was on fire between her legs, and getting desperate to be drilled to the madres. Her thought, not mine.

When I noticed my wife remove her shirts, I brought my focus back to her. Her nipples are about the size of quarters when not aroused, with almost nothing to denote the actual nipple from the areola. When she is aroused, the nipple pokes out maybe a quarter inch, and the areola shrinks to the size of a nickel. Right then, she was aroused! Both jutted out proudly as she caught me admiring. She already had her pants and all accoutrements thrown off the side of the bed, and I realized I was slacking with my shirt still on.

I jumped up to grab one of the two towels I kept in my closet to place under us. We never used both without doing laundry in between, and often didn’t even use one. I laid it on the bed and turned back to my beautiful wife, pulling my shirt off in one swift movement.

Utterly nude, and I dove on my wife with a hungry growl. I may have avoided her nipples earlier, but all that went out the window now. I’m sorry, but I can’t resist a great set of tits. Because my wife was so small before kids, her tits don’t even sag now after them. They’re great, and soft, and pliable, and they are oh so sensitive!

She moaned as her fingers dug into the back of my head. My arms moved to the back of her shoulders in order to pull her chest closer against my hungry mouth. The only thing I like more than sucking on boobies is eating pussy!

In fact, I wanted to do that right then. She rarely lets me, but I figured now was as good a time as any to press my luck. With great reluctance, I let her right nipple go free, and started kissing my way down her stomach. I looked up to see if she’d stop me, and saw her looking to Kristina.

That’s right, bitch, I read her thoughts, surprised at the language, as well as the lack of anger. Look at my man’s ass. Look at his cock. They’re mine. I might share them with you, but they’re mine.

I took a moment to make out with her belly button, which is a goofy thing I like to do, and was a mistake this time. She noted what I was doing, and slipped her hand under my chin to stop me. Her head shook, letting me know she didn’t want that. I breathed through my nose for a moment, as I met her blue eyes. I could smell her sex, and knew I wanted to taste more of her. For another moment, I was tempted to force her to let me, but I backed down. It was bad enough that I was staying in their minds, instead of blocking them out, but I wouldn’t cross that line. Not yet.

As you readers can see, I was already starting to slip into using my powers more and more, despite my promises that I wouldn’t. Each use had a justification. It all seemed perfectly plausible at the time. It was like a sand hill, building grain by grain, until I grew to the monster I am as I write this. My excuse here was that by knowing what they were feeling, what they were thinking, I could be a better lover. While it’s true, it’s also bullshit.

Our heads were turned away from Kristina, pointed towards the top of the bed. I climbed back up my wife, ready to start our practiced routine. After as long as we’ve been married, there are only two real positions in our repertoire: missionary, and cowgirl. We always start with the former, and end with the latter. It may seem boring, but it’s what feels best for her, and let’s be honest… for me, at least it’s sex!

I rubbed my one-eyed snake against her slit, looking forward to gliding into her wet canal, but she stopped me.

“Wait, let’s turn side-ways,” Aubrey said, a mischievous grin splitting her lips. I knew she was after torturing Kristina more, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get my dick wet. Pulling away, we readjusted, and I moved back over her.

Kristina was now on our right, still clothed, but hands hidden beneath, rubbing and tweaking herself, no doubt. A quick delve into her mind told me she was rubbing her piercing above her clit with one hand, and pulling on the stud in her right nipple with the other. I could sense the pleasure she was giving herself, and it was almost enough to make me cum. I pulled out… of her mind, that is. I hadn’t even slipped into my wife yet.

“Go ahead and play with yourself as Jared fucks me,” Aubrey crooned as I continued to rub myself against her. “Watch as he shoves his fat cock into my tiny pussy. Be a good girl, and I might even let you have a treat when we’re done.”

Damn! I thought. What’s gotten into her? It wasn’t unusual for me to talk a bit dirty to her whenever she was having a hard time getting off, but she almost never talked like this. And was it just me, or was she being a bit vindictive?

Okay, I hate to keep pulling away during the action scenes, but I thought I should explain something about my wife. You see, she’s like a guy when it comes to her orgasms. She has one, and she’s done. Afterwards, she swells up and it becomes painful for her to continue, so I have to finish up with her, or not at all. I don’t understand why she’s like that, and all the internet has told us is that some women are like that. She won’t actually talk to a doctor about it. Anyway, that’s why I don’t always talk dirty to her. I don’t want her getting off too soon, and leaving me to finish off on my own. I promise that’s the last interruption.… Unless it isn’t.

I couldn’t believe how wet Aubrey was. I could always tell when she was faking being horny for my benefit, because she’d be dry down there, but there was no denying how slick she was as I pressed my tip against her flower. With a minimal amount of effort, I slid my sword within her sheath. Even though she was soaked, it took me a few strokes before my scrotum rested against her buns. Yes, she’s given birth to two kids, but she’s still tight, and as I mentioned in the first part, I’m not long but I am thick.

“Oh, he’s stretching me out,” Aubrey panted. I realized she was being loud enough for Kristina to hear, but not if anyone was outside our door. When we built this house, we soundproofed the wall between the master bedroom and this one, in order to keep out this exact noise. “I can feel him filling me up. I love the way his cock feels as he fucks me,” she continued on. Her words were driving my own lusts higher, and I swear I was as hard as titanium by this point.

As with earlier, I could feel Aubrey’s desire mounting, turning me one, and then flowing back into the other two women. In fact….

“I’m close,” I grunted, though I’d barely entered her. I’m not normally a two-pump chump, but having both women’s pleasure in my head, and knowing that my own was flowing into them, had me close to popping.

“Not yet,” Aubrey scrambled to get out from underneath me. I had to concentrate hard to keep from blowing all over the towel under us. I know some people like to think of old ladies—or dudes, I don’t judge—or baseball, but for me, I just clear my mind. Normally it’s a lot easier without two other people in my head, but somehow I managed.

I rolled onto my back and heard rustling from by my computer. Kristina had finally shucked her clothes, and was in my computer chair, likely leaving a nice puddle there. Thankfully it was made of faux-leather, so—odd what you think about sometimes, isn’t it?

As Aubrey lifted her leg to straddle me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Kristina. Her tits were perfectly shaped, and just a hair smaller than my wife’s. The barbells stuck through her pointed nipples had blue balls, matching the blue stud in her navel. I couldn’t see the stud at her clit at that point, but later found that it matched her other studs, but with a tiny jewel at one end. Her left hand twiddled with it, while her right hand had her two middle fingers squelching in and out of her pink cunt. Her green eyes were locked onto where Aubrey held my cock, poised to stab her once she let herself down.

“Remember sucking on this last night?” Aubrey asked, giving my rod a shake and making me moan. I was so horny, even that slight movement felt great. “You look so desperate for this right now, I’d bet you’d even suck it with my juices all over it. Wouldn’t you?” Kristina nodded her head, but that wasn’t good enough for my wife. “I want to hear you say it.” There was a malicious glee in her voice that I didn’t like, but I was mesmerized by the way Kristina’s hands sped up on her juicy snatch.

“Yeeeessss,” Kristina moaned, turning into a hiss as she got closer to climaxing. “I want to taste him. I want to run my tongue all over his fat cock, and taste you both. I want to be on that bed with both of you. I want to taste your lips as he stretches me like he was you. I want to flick your clit with my tongue as he drives into you, and fingers my pussy. I want you both so bad I’m about to burst! Oh, God, yes!”

Her body shuddered and shook as she was overcome with her bliss. I felt Aubrey’s hand on my chin, turning my head to look up at her.

“See, I told you she wants you,” she said to me as she rubbed me against her dripping coony.

As if I hadn’t already figure it out by this point! “She just said she wants us both,” I replied, gripping her hips and pulling her down on top of me. I had to have bumped her womb, or her cervix, or whatever that is inside of her with enough force that I felt a flash of pain from her. Sorry, I’m no OBGYN, and don’t know the nomenclature for every part. I just know what usually feels good to her.

I held her hips still with my left hand, while my right went to her back and pulled her to me. I was ready to blow, and my normally unselfish side was buried under a mountain of desire. If she didn’t cum with me, it would be her loss due to too much teasing.

I latched onto her left nipple, rolling the nub around with my tongue, and started jackhammering up into her, filling my room with the sounds of our hips slapping together. I felt her hand hold my head in place, but almost all of my concentration was on where we were connected as one. I could feel every inch of her burning pathway as I worked out juices into a froth.

I could hear her teasing and taunting Kristina some more, but I honestly can’t remember what she said. All I cared about right then was driving into my wife as hard and fast as I could.

I was on the cusp of tipping over the edge when I felt her body go rigid and she squeezed down on me hard. It was just what the doctor ordered, and I sent my first fiery string of cum into her. We were both fixed after our second child, so there was no chance of getting her pregnant.

I kept driving my hips upwards after I regained control of my own body, sensing that my wife wasn’t quite done with hers. It must have been a great one, to last this long. It only lasted a few more seconds before she released my head.

I dropped back, panting from my final exertions. My heart beat faster than that last pounding I’d given my wife, and it took most of my concentration to get my breathing back under control.

“You’ve been a good little girl,” Aubrey said as she rolled off of me. My spent and sloppy rod slid from her, landing in a puddle of our mixed fluids. “You stayed there, and obeyed me like a good girl should. I promised you a reward. Are you ready?”

Of course my wife didn’t know that Kristina hadn’t had much choice, since I’d given her the polite command, but I was still too winded to speak, or even argue.

“Yes…” Kristina’s voice came out breathy and soft.

“Clean up my husband,” my wife ordered, her voice commanding and imperious, “with your mouth.

Kristina moved like a woman possessed by the Flash. She launched herself from the chair and placed herself over me, her smooth thighs on either side of my head. I got a great close-up view of her glistening cootchy, and the jewelry adorning it. I was distracted almost at once as I felt her hand grip my prick and move it aside before her warm tongue licked up the puddle of mixed cum on my pelvis. She was thorough, and even though I’d just gotten off, and there wasn’t a chance of me getting hard, it still felt nice. I even enjoyed when her tongue bathed my nutsack. I was fully soft by the time she took me in her mouth, though the rim was super sensitive. I couldn’t help but moan, as it felt great. I could tell she was eager for her reward, but also taking care not to hurt me.

My hands lifted to run across her smooth back, using my fingertips to tickle lightly along her sides.

“Don’t you dare eat her out,” my wife ordered me. “She hasn’t deserved that, yet. The bitch only gets to clean up our mess.”

I felt bad for Kristina, but nodded from between her legs. I was tempted to disobey, with such a tasty treat inches from my lips, but didn’t care to make my wife angry.

That’s right, I heard her thoughts say, I hold all the power in this relationship.

Anger coursed through me as I realized I was being manipulated. What a fool I’d been. I wondered how long she’d used sex to get her way, and realized that she’d likely done it all the way from when we started dating.

Call it letting my anger take control, or a desire for revenge, or the fact that my true brain hadn’t recovered from the great sex, but I snapped. I waved my hand at Aubrey, and felt my power release. I couldn’t see if it took effect, so lifted Kristina’s hips up and away from my face. She was much lighter than my wife, though she never released my manhood from her lips.

I gazed upon my wife’s slack face, and instead of feeling disgust at my actions, I felt righteous anger. My fury burned through my exhaustion as I pushed myself up to a kneeling position. Kristina, bless her horny heart, never quit sucking, licking, and even a bit of nibbling. She lay on her stomach, tiny bum raised in the air, and I suspected one of her hands was between her legs as she serviced me.

I had some questions for my wife, and for her sake, she’d better not answer them the way I thought she would.

Well, shit! Sorry to do this to you, especially at this point in the report, but I’ve got to go. I promise to continue this as soon as I can find the time. Being the monster that I am, you’d be surprised at how little time I get to myself. I have people to destroy, minds to save, and a dinner appointment that I simply can’t miss.