Best. Wife. Ever. Ch. 2.25 - Who's Your Daddy?
Wednesday, February 6
th
, 2019
[Loving Wives] ( )
The next morning was fairly interesting to say the least. Once again, my weird stamina came into play as I woke feeling totally fine despite having only gotten three hours of sleep. Careful not to wake Lisa, who was blissfully passed out next to me on the bed I shared with my wife, I got up and took care of my morning necessities with the three S's. Once done, I padded quietly downstairs to retrieve my phone from my clothes that lay strewn about the living room in the wake of the sexual storm that had wreaked havoc in it the night before.
I placed a call to work to take a personal day off since I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity afforded to me from winning the bet with my wife's friend last night. Given how much I'd been moping around the office after Stacy left for her business trip, it was pretty evident that I could use a day to rest. Although my coworkers didn't need to know that rest would be just about the furthest thing that I'd be getting today.
After that was taken care of, I made my way into the kitchen to begin fixing breakfast for myself and Lisa, since both of us had worked up a hell of an appetite the previous night. While I lost myself in the automatic tasks of cooking, I took stock of myself emotionally and physically.
The emotional part was the hardest since I still didn't know exactly how I felt about the past few days. Sure, I was living the dream of just about every man on the planet. Not only was I fucking a slew of hot women who seemed to be infatuated with me and my prowess as a lover, but I was doing so with the blessing and enthusiasm of my wife. Hell, she had personally sicced her best friends on me when I hadn't been fast enough to her liking with the sexual hallpass she'd given me before her trip. Despite all of that, I had to admit that I did enjoy the harem that seemed to be lining up for me, but I was confused as to how I thought I should feel.
Society in general and America in particular holds monogamy on an exalted pedestal. While they might not be as vicious in their opinions of cheaters as in decades past, it was still seen as disgraceful to fuck anyone other than your spouse. I had been raised to think as such but had become more open in my thinking as I'd grown older. It still didn't erase the guilt that I thought I should be feeling. However, I knew the strengths and flaws of my relationship with Stacy and felt comfortable with her acceptance of my dalliances. If anything, I was making myself guilty that I wasn't feeling guilty for what everyone else would see as cheating even though my wife consented and enjoyed my affairs. It was confusing as hell, and I decided to put it aside for another day before I drove myself crazy running around in mental circles.
The physical reflection was easier to do since I'd been living with my peculiar condition my whole life. My body seemed to be wired differently where my stamina was concerned. Certain encounters in life caused the human body to release certain chemicals and hormones to trigger specific responses. Thus, when my body released hormones tied to sexual arousal, it also pumped me full of the ones that sent my stamina into an artificial overdrive. I could go for hours and presumably days without feeling the need for rest. Feeling the need and needing to were two distinct things though. Given the fact that the increased stamina was unnaturally boosted, I could still wear my body out and not feel a thing. As such, one scary trip to the hospital early on in my marriage had taught Stacy and me how to detect the early signs of me overstressing my body.
One night with Lisa was not enough to prompt the worry, but there was more to consider than just her. Since Sophie had shown up on my doorstep Monday afternoon, I'd fucked her and Lisa into submission while also putting in my regular days at work. This in addition to beginning to average two to four hours of actual sleep a day were definitely cause for me to start being cautious now rather than later. All told, my mental stock of my body showed no immediate signs of concern so far.
I was pulled from my reverie when I heard shuffling as well as a jaw cracking yawn from behind me. I grinned and turned to find Lisa doing her best zombie shuffle toward the coffee machine for her morning fix. I had been around my wife and her friends long enough to learn a level of self-preservation that warned against engaging in any form of communication before their first cup of caffeine. Personally, I could never stand the taste of coffee no matter how much cream, sugar, and various other additions were mixed in. So, I took the time to lay the food on the breakfast table in the kitchen as well as the plates and cutlery. By the time I was done, I paused to take in Lisa's morning look.
Despite most men's pornographic wishes, she had put her bra back on. Honestly, I wasn't surprised because as monstrously titanic as her tits were it would be impossible to function normally with them swinging in the way. Thus, they had to be contained in the special custom-made bra. Aside from that, the only thing she wore was a common use, silk robe that all of Stacy's friends wore whenever they would spend the night at our place. It was a shimmery brass color that accented her coffee and cream-colored skin.
Lisa had used a large scrunchie to put her micro braids into a kind of ponytail, so her beautiful face was bare and looked lovely despite the grumpy look on her face. Even free of makeup, she, like all of my wife's friends, was stunningly beautiful. The tasteful, designer eyeglasses she wore just enhanced her beauty. Seeing me admiring her, she seemed to become self-conscious and pulled the robe tighter around her body with one hand as she kept the coffee mug in front of her face to further hide. Grinning, I walked over to her and moved the mug away from her face before cupping her face with my hands.
I gazed into her eyes and saw quite a bit there. There was fear and worry that I could make a few educated guesses of the source. She was most likely scared that she had gone too far with me last night and might piss Stacy off and ruin her friendship. The beautiful and stacked woman was probably also scared about how things might be between her and me after we'd fucked so fiercely all night long. Of all of my wife's friends, Lisa was the one I was closest too in terms of temperament and common interests. Sex has a way of complicating the hell out of relationships if all the ones involved aren't honest with their feelings and expectations both with themselves and with each other. The worry I could only guess to be stemming from her body image of herself.
All of Stacy's clique were strong and confident women, but they were human too. Lisa was probably concerned about looking a certain way instead of how everybody did in the morning after being comatose for hours. Honestly, she was beautiful to me, and I tried to convey that in the way I silently gazed into her eyes. I leaned into her to graze my lips across hers and felt her shuddering breathe exhale. Deftly, I scooped the coffee mug from her hand and blindly set it on the kitchen counter as her arms circled the back of my neck and she launched into one hell of a hot kiss. I braced myself as her body tensed briefly before she jumped up and wrapped her legs around my waist. My palms cupped the swell of her plump ass to steady her weight as she held herself on me and devoured my mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue. Not content to be a passive accomplice, I gave back as good as I got and felt my wife's friend tremble against me as well as dampness spreading against my abdomen. Though she wore the bra and robe, Lisa was obviously not wearing anything else underneath it since her twat was leaking against me.
At long last, Lisa broke the kiss and buried her face in the crook of my neck while panting heavily. Regardless of my strange stamina, I was a little winded too from the kiss. Stamina or not, anyone would be breathless after a kiss like that where someone was inhaling the air straight from your lungs. Still supporting her weight, I was able to shuffle Lisa and myself over to the table and collapse in a chair without dropping her. As my bare ass hit the chair, Lisa disentangled her legs from my waist so that she was straddling me and wouldn't have to worry about her legs getting painfully trapped between me and the wood.
We sat like that for a while, and both managed to get our breathing under control. After a while, I noticed Lisa shaking slightly and became concerned. I craned my head to try to get a better look at her and found her snickering quietly against me. A little annoyed that I wasn't in on the joke and having a sneaking suspicion that I
was
the joke, I asked, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," she snickered.
I repeated myself, receiving a giggling, "nothing" again.
Now really frustrated, I decided to use torture to get my answers. I used one arm to pin her against me and used my free hand to go for her ribs. I momentarily went deaf as she shrieked an earsplitting octave right next to my head. Undaunted, I kept up my assault. From Stacy, I knew for a fact that Lisa was more ticklish than a hyperactive toddler. She flailed and struggled to escape me, but I kept up the pressure. Anytime she succeeded in breaking free of my grip, I'd goose her before she had a chance to spring from my lap. The resulting curling of her arms to protect herself would give me the opportunity to re-establish my hold of her and resume my tickle-torture. It wasn't long before she was breathlessly begging for mercy. I kept at it until she agreed to answer my earlier question.
"Fuck! You asshole, you know how ticklish I am. That was dirty as shit."
"Yup, now answer me. What was so funny?"
"You! You're fucking perfect. Here I am worried I fucked up things with Stacy. Worried I fucked things up with you. Worried I went too far. Mad at myself that I want to go further. And on top of all that, I'm pissed I lost the bet. But here you are holding me tenderly and kissing me better than I've ever got before. Stacy hit the jackpot with you, and I wish it was me."
"Wait, you don't mean- "
"No!!! I mean not you specifically. I'd like my own Gabe for myself the way Stace has you. I want someone to love and be loved by the way you guys do."
"You'll find him or her one day. Just be patient. In the meantime, apparently, you're allowed to fuck both me and my wife to your cunt's content."
