The light of the morning sun was breaking through the hazy sky. The sky was much dimmer than usual. The combination of autumn overcast, and the many wildfires were causing havoc on the west coast. It was becoming a hell of a year. In an average suburban house. In an average neighborhood a young Latina woman was waking from her slumber. She wore a pink silk pajama set that hugged her curvy tan body. When she turned her head, she looked into the peaceful looking face of a man sleeping a few feet away. Her face scrunched with a low level of annoyance. Though this man was not her husband, boyfriend or even a one-night stand. It was her renter turned master.
A few weeks had passed since Rick had convinced Stacy and Monica they had "accidently" signed an iron clad contract to be his slave wives. Rick had made himself home in their bedroom since it was the master bedroom in the house after all. Over the past several months. Rick had been using his lovely landlords as unsuspecting test subjects. The sound program that his company had been developing was working like a charm. Though everything he was doing was very much off the books. Over time, the program was able to modify behaviors and make the subject more accepting of lies and misconceptions. Though it could not force someone to do something against their will. It could steer them in that direction with enough time and effort.
Monica looked down the dark king-sized bed and saw the sheets rustling. Looking back at Rick, his once peaceful face look was more like pleasure.
Clearing her throat, she asks him, "Morning, .... Where is Stacy?"
Rick gave Monica a side eye and said, "She is helping me with a small medical issue. It seems I have some stain in my groin and she agreed to take a look."
Pulling back the covers, Stacy's head and hands were working Rick's balls and shaft. Her blonde hair had some mild bed head and was frizzed out from the sheets. She quietly hummed as her skillful mouth worked its way up and down his shaft. Her hands messaged his thighs in small circles as they worked their way up to his groin. Reaching his balls, she caressed them in her dainty fingers which Rick gave a pleasant groan.
Popping off his cock, Stacy turns to her wife and says, "Morning love. I will be done in a minute." Wrapping her tongue around his cock again.
Monica looked displeased seeing her wife helping their tenant turned master. Yet she could not put those feelings into words why? It was natural for help Rick when he asked for a reasonable favor. Shaking her head, Monica got out of bed and started making her way to the bathroom. Stopping to do a little stretch, Rick admired her voluptuous ass. The matching silk undergarment hugged her body a little bit too snug. Showing a clear transparent outline of her ass crack and crotch.
Though this was not an issue a few months ago. Once she started making sweets for her internet show. She did not have the heart to throw out perfectly good food. As a result, Monica's hips and ass had taken the brunt of what some might call "the quarantine 15." Though to Rick it enhanced her natural beauty.
Without looking at either party Monica said. "I cannot make breakfast today. Got to run some errands for the holiday and shopping for this week's show. I will not be back until the afternoon." Before closing the bathroom door behind her.
At roughly the same time as the shower water started, Rick was reaching his own climax. Stacy instinctively took his cock to the base. Her sensation of her cold nose touching Rick's musky crotch made him blow. His hands cupped her long blonde hair as she milked him. After a few seconds, Stacy pulled back as his seed filled her warm, wet mouth. She looked up at him with sultry bedroom eyes and a small smile. After a moment to take in the flavor she swallows the tangy load graciously. Not even batting an eye at clear morning blowjob she gave in front of her wife.
Stacy then crawled her way back to the top of the bed and laid next to Rick. He now notices that she was only wearing a pair of black satin panties. Her camisole lost somewhere in the sheets during Rick's morning delight. He admired her lean body and perky breasts caped with soft pink areola. Her babyface was so adorable as she lay her head on the pillow. Stacy gave a small yawn as she made herself comfortable.
Rick was very grateful that the programming had taken so well. At this point almost any request he made Stacy would do without a second thought. Monica was still much more reserved but was starting to become easier. Though, he still needed to be careful with his words. She was still married to Monica and would not in good conscious cheat to her. This was one of the last hurdles Rick was still trying to figure a work around. Sure, twisting common sense was becoming a lot easier for both of them. It was becoming a bit tiresome coming up with reasons for them to have sex with him. He needed a way to have them both consciously and subconsciously agree to it. Otherwise, Rick risked losing both of them when his rental was up. Or worse.
Rick gathered his thoughts and turned to the resting Stacy. "Thanks again for helping me with that. I know it must be getting old for you."
In her normal cheerful manner Stacy replied. "Don't worry about it. We all need to help each other now. Besides, I am actually getting pretty good at it. I was just surprised how common morning wood was in men."
Rick grinned. "Yeah, they don't cover that in health class that much. Anyway, I did need to ask you something. Do you feel Monica is being a little standoffish recently? I can't help but to think she seems a little bit in distress."
Stacy propped herself up using her arm. "I have noticed that she does seem a little distant as of late. Between the two of us, her restaurant job is pretty much dead.
The owners have been avoiding her calls for at least a month and word from her coworkers is that they are out of money. After all the years she spent building up her professional cooking career now gone. I don't think this is what Monica thought our life plan to be like."
Rick realized he had a possible lead pried further. "What do you mean by life plan? Like you have a little book in front of you with check marks?" He said with a joking tone.
Stacy giggled. "No. Nothing like that. More like ... life goals. General aspirations. Normal stuff like get married, buy a house, get promotions, go on exciting vacations, start a family. You know, boring stuff like that. With everything going on over the last year, it feels like she is losing everything."
Rick made some mental notes. "I see what you are saying. You are not alone. A lot of people are in the same boat to various degrees. When you said family, I never figured Monica to be the motherly type. She seems. What is a nice way to put it? ... "
Rubbing his chin. "Very career oriented and a little too high maintenance for kids."
Stacy half rolled her eyes. "Well. ... We have talked about it. I did some research about adoption... but it is very expensive and time-consuming ordeal with no guarantees. Which was one of her biggest reasons she opposed it. To be honest, its more me than her. Monica has told me one too many horror stories growing up in a small house with four other siblings. But feel I have always wanted to be a mom. Now with everything going on, I doubt that will be a reality any time soon."
The wheels in Ricks mind were turning at full throttle now. He finally had the pieces to make the next step. Reaching over he stroked Stacy's cheek. "Who knows. Life sometimes is funny about plans. Maybe a better one is on its way."
After a while, Rick and Stacy got ready for the morning. Rick returned to his room which was now mostly an office, went to work. Finally, he had enough info to move forward with his plans. It would take some time to divide and conquer. Rick smirked. Then started to type away at his computer.
