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This is a work of fiction for the entertainment of adults in locations
where it is legal. If you ain't suppose to read it, Don't.  Copyright
1998 by EzRiter.  Except for archiving at free locations, may not be
used without the permission of the copyright holder.

I am just the poster.  E-mails will be forwarded to the author.


DEALING WITH A BASTARD

I had spent the night at Mary's house, which was a luxury I really
enjoyed. Her two kids were at her parents' house, allowing us freedom
this weekend.  We had fucked loudly and wildly all night and now were
enjoying being in the den naked. 

Mary is thirty-one, with a small (five one, 100 pounds) but delightful
body, medium length black hair, a happy, warm smile, and, brown eyes
that sparkle and express all her emotions. She was a hot, active,
squealing woman in bed... if she was rested, which is sometimes
difficult since she has two kids and a job.  More importantly, she was
a warm, loving woman who really cared a lot for me.  I cared equally
for her, a fact she questioned sometimes although it was very true. 

Last night had been magnificent as it is so often with Mary.  Some
women moan, some scream.  Mary squeaks: tight little sounds emitted in
the rhythm of our fucking.  Then, as she floated in her afterglow, I
slipped her down to take my cock in her mouth.  Slurping happily, she
watched my face until I filled her mouth. She swallowed eagerly and
let me harden there before we fucked again. 

Now, she was on the floor, kneeling naked between my legs with a soft,
narrow, leather collar around her neck and a coffee mug in her hands,
sipping quietly as she watched me like a hawk.  She loves to play
master-slave: she is a natural submissive. I do not mean she is a pain
freak. She loves her man to dominate her, particularly in bed.  I, of
course, take great care to dominate without ever humiliating her, to
dominate in the way she loves the most.  Her enjoyment of our sex is
as important to me as my own enjoyment, although I would never admit
that to her.  Her breasts showed the signs of our love making with the
hickey, the mottled texture where they had been roughly squeezed.   My
cum and her juice was dried on her thigh.

"Jack?"

The hair on the back of my neck stood up. The way she said it made me
feel like a trap was being set with me as its prey. 

"Yes, baby?"

"Am I as good in bed as Debbie?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"A legitimate one.  After all,  you are fucking both of us and she is
my best friend."

Hurray!  She finally admitted she was sharing me with her best friend.
They both had known it but they both refused to acknowledge it in my
presence, as if not talking about it made it go away.  

"I love and enjoy both of you immensely.  I could not possibility
select one of you over the other."

"Aren't you even going to deny you are sleeping with both of us?  Oh,
don't answer that.  Debbie and I discuss you all the time. We both
think you are magnificent. We both love you, you know.  We love the
sex but it is more than that.  We love you."

"I know and I love each of you," I said as I kissed her gently.  

"We know that.  Debbie says no man has ever treated her with such love
and kindness.  I feel the same way. You are better to our children
than their own fathers."  She raised up to be kissed again and her
hands wandered over my body, finally resting on my cock which she
manipulated until he began to rise.  

"You are a remarkable man, even if sometimes..."

"Sometimes what?"

"Sometimes, Jack, well, you can be a bastard, you know."

"I am a man. You are women.  I demand of you knowing you love it...
love giving to me."

"True.  I do love it."  She sighed loudly. "Jack... how does Yvonne
Winters compare to us?"

Her eyes were two big, chocolate, lasers burning into me.  

"No wonder you are a good poker player. I could not see any reaction."

"I have never lied to you, Mary." 

"So, don't start now.  Look, Jack, I am not trying to trap you.  We
know about Yvonne.  And, we object."

I had happily noticed her constant use of the plural pronoun. She was
thinking of herself and Debbie as a team, one and indivisible. I liked
that.  But, what I said was "Why?"

"Debbie and I are happy... well, yes, happy, is the right word... we
are happy to share you... but, only share you with each other.  Yvonne
wants you all to herself.   It scares us.  We don't want to lose you." 

"You are not going to lose me!"

She squirmed into my lap, legs spread across mine so her pussy was
idly rubbing against my crotch, making my cock rise to the occasion.
She knew exactly what she was doing. 

"Please, stop seeing her.  For me. For us."

We kissed hard, my hands all over her tight little body.  She was
ready for me, but, she was always ready for me.  That is one of the
things I really liked about her.  But, this time, as we cuddled, I
could see her worry.  Yvonne was a weight on her she wanted to
exorcize before "something" happened, something that would be, in her
mind, terrible.  

Mary and Debbie were both thirty-one, both divorced and with two kids
each. Both were sweet, fun and attractive. And, they were best
friends. They could trust each other not to try to snap me up.  Yvonne
was only twenty-four and had worked as an exotic dancer. I knew Mary
and Debbie would be intimidated by her DDD tits and flaring ass.  And,
Yvonne did not have children which single mothers see as a severe
handicap in the man-catching wars. They thought Yvonne was busting her
ass to get me roped and tied. 

"Another thing, neither Debbie or I have anyone but you. With AIDS and
all, it scares us you screwing around." 

When I said nothing, she give me a nasty look, jumped up and ran into
the bathroom. I joined her in the shower.   She was cool at first, but
Mary can never deny me for long.   We fucked as she wrapped her legs
around my waist and I bounced her off the shower stall wall.   

After the shower, she toweled off quickly and threw a robe over
herself, which surprised me until I saw Debbie was in the den going
through CDs, looking for her favorite. We had not been quiet in the
shower.  I guessed Debbie had heard us.  I was naked, which was a
first... the first time I had been naked in front of both of them.
Neither acted embarrassed but the tension was very heavy. 

"Good morning, Jack," Debbie said sweetly, eyeing my cock and, then,
giving her friend a hard glance. I noticed a quick, little quiver as
she thought about sex.  She raised her head to be kissed as I came
over to her. As I bent over her, I made sure my cock dropped right in
her face.  She gave me a knowing, slutty look before closing her eyes
as I kissed her.  I kissed her long and hard.

When I stood my cock, standing at half mast, hung near her face.
"Give your friend a good morning kiss, Debbie," I said softly but
firmly. This was a major step for us. While they knew I was having sex
with both of them, neither had done anything sexual with me in the
presence of the other.  I had grabbed a boob or swatted an ass when
the other was there but that allowed them to act shy and giggly. 

Debbie looked at me for a long time, her eyes flitting back and forth
to Mary, who was standing still as a statue, frozen by the game she
was observing. Debbie slowly reached for my cock, wrapping her fingers
around him.  She leaned forward to kiss him gently on the head. "Good
morning, friend," she whispered before realeasing him and sitting
back.

You could feel the tension slowly leave the room. Mary plopped down by
Debbie and the whispers started. I sat down and watched them. Debbie
was five inches taller and weighed twenty-five pounds more than Mary.
She was blonde to Mary's brunette, blue eyed to Mary's brown. While
Mary's body felt tight and small, Debbie had a full, lush, earth
mother feel to her, bigger everywhere but particularly her breasts.
She, too, was an excellent lover when she was not harried.  

Thinking I could over hear, they asked me to go in the bedroom. I was
sleepy anyway, so I volunteered for a nap. I was dozing when the bed
moved as Debbie and Mary got on each side of me. 

"Jack?"  I grunted.

"Let's make a deal."

"What kind of deal?"

"You know. A deal... a deal that eliminates Yvonne or other women from
our lives."

"She is not in your life.  She is in my life."

Mary swatted me across the stomach with the flat of her hand.
"Honestly, Jack!  You are the greatest guy in the world and I do love
you... but, you are such a bastard, sometimes!   We want Yvonne gone
from the picture! You know she is driving us nuts!"

Yes, I knew.  That is what I wanted.  I sat up, wanting to look them
in the eye. 

"What kind of deal?"

They looked at each other as the tension grew.

"Tell me, ladies, what do you want?"

"We want you to give up Yvonne..."

"... and any other girl friends except us."

I hoped my expression did not change. This was a major step I had been
working on for several months. My goal was to get both of them to
openly and honestly accept they were both my lovers... the women
(rather than woman) in my life.  Now, they both had accepted I would
sleep with both of them.  But, I knew to press.

"Alright, let us say I do.  What do I get in return?"

"Us."

"Us how?"

"What do you mean?"

"We are playing games here. If you want to make a deal, bring
something to the table."

Debbie started to sweat a little, the beads fine on her chin.  Mary
was staring at her.

"Let's start with honesty.  I knew you two have slept together.
How..."

"You told him!!"

"No, I did not.  It must have been..."

"How did you know?"

"I guessed. You just confirmed it."

"You bastard, you tricked us!"

"Yes.  Now,  let's be honest with each other for a change."

"Alright, we started as lovers when we were sophomores but we have not
made love to each other since we started to date you."

"Debbie!"

"Well, it's true!"

"Honesty, ladies."

"Okay, honesty.  What do you want, Jack?"

"I want everything! Everything, ladies. Total surrender, which, to be
honest, you both enjoy very much.  I want two very loyal and loving
little women, my own personal sluts.  I agree you two will be the only
women in my life: I will never date anyone else again... as long as
you keep our agreement."  They both were fighting back grins, their
eyes bright and shiny in happiness.

"I will be the only man in both your lives... no dates, computer or
otherwise. Just me." This was not much of a giveaway for them.
Neither was dating anyone but me, except for a rare, friendly drink
after work.

"The sex will be wild and delicious, ladies, whenever and however I
want. I do expect a lot of energy and obedience!"

I got no verbal response, but, their body language told me I had a
deal.  I sweetened the offer because they were what I really wanted
and I did not want to let them get away.

"I will go further. I will sell my house and buy one of those luxury
duplexes going up.   Each of you can move in one unit and live next
door to each other.  We will be one big, happy family, a family with
one husband and two wives... two submissive, hot, slutty, wives, so to
speak."

"By everything, you mean?"

"Oh, for Pete's sake, Debbie, even I can figure that out!  I agree,
Jack.  I will do it.  I love you!  And, Jack, I know you love me and I
know you love Debbie.  You really are a special man...even if you are
a bastard sometimes!"

"Me, too. Everything.  And, I love you, too."

"I love you, Mary.  I love you, Debbie.  I love each of you...
equally!   I really do.  I pray you believe that because it is true."

I waited for the touching moment to pass. Debbie was grinning like a
Cheshire cat.  Mary was smiling, with a single tear slipping down her
right cheek. 

"Now, Ladies, undress."

Once they mentally accepted the deal, neither of them hesitated.
Debbie raced to shed her clothes as Mary dropped her robe to watch her
friend. I took their hands and pulled them down beside me. 

"Is this your first threesome?" I asked looking at Mary.  She smiled
shyly and nodded "yes".  I looked at Debbie. She was beet red.
"Debbie?" Mary said.  Her lower lip quivered and she started to cloud
up. I pulled her tight, kissing her. "It's okay, baby. Tell me about
it."

"Jack, I am not a slut! I like being your slut when it is just us, the
three of us... but, I mean... oh, Carl (her ex-husband) shared me with
a friend, more than once.  I did not like it.  You are right about
me... I want to belong to my man. Just to my man.  I..."  

I kissed her to silence her.  "That is all behind you. I will never
share you with another man."  The red, and the anxiety, drained from
her face.  "Oh, Jack," she whispered.  Mary reached across to stroke
her friend's head in caring support.

Slowly, with apprehension, giggles, and the gradual loosening of
inhibitions, the three of us explored, learned and enjoyed each other.
Intentionally, it was quite a while before I penetrated either of
them. By then, they both were totally at ease and ready.  I enjoyed
two hot, loving, squealing women, one riding my mouth, the other my
cock.  Then, I rested as they enjoyed each other with abandon.  Again,
I pleasured them.  I heartily recommend it to all of you who have not
tried it.  It was everything I had dreamed of.

As the three of us lay together exhausted from our activities and
happy with our new arrangement, we talked.  They were bubbling with
excitement about the three of us, the new housing we would have, being
a big, happy family, so to speak. I was surprised at their quick and
amenable planning of all the requirements of living as they lay naked
on each side of me.  I almost felt the odd man out.  Each was propped
on an elbow as they carried on an animated discussion over me.

Finally, I wrapped an arm tightly around each of them, holding them
against me.  

"One more bit of honesty, ladies.  Yvonne and I have never been
lovers; I never even kissed her.  I hired her to make the two of you
jealous, to force you to come to this conclusion: the conclusion the
three of us should be one. I would not trade either of you for two of
her. I really do love both of you."

"God, what a bastard!" Mary said with a grin, love in her voice and
eyes.

"Yeah, but he is our bastard.  One hundred per cent ours." 





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