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Three Jealous Women


I had spent the night at Meenakshi’s house, which was a luxury I really enjoyed. Her two kids were at her parents, allowing us freedom to be ourselves this weekend. We had fucked loudly and wildly all night and now were enjoying being in the drawing room naked.

Meenakshi is fourty-one, with a small (five feet one, 45 kg) but delightful body, medium length black hair, a happy, warm smile, and, brown eyes that sparkle, expressing 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 Meenakshi. Some women moan, some scream. Meenakshi squeaks: tight little sounds emitted in the rhythm of our fucking. Then, after she floated in her afterglow, I slipped her down to take my cock in her mouth. Slurping happily, she watched my face 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. The leash hung from the ring in the collar down between her breasts. She was sipping the coffee 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.

“Gautam?”

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 Priyanka?”

“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 possibly 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. Priyanka 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. Priyanka 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, Gautam, 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. Her eyes had been soft and wet when she thought about her giving. Now, they were two big, chocolate, lasers burning into me.

“Gautam… how does Hetal Mulye compare to us?”

I did not answer.

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

“I have never lied to you, Meenakshi.”

“So, don’t start now. Look, Gautam, I am not trying to trap you. We know about Hetal. And, we object.”

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

“Priyanka and I are happy… well, yes, happy, is the right word… we are happy to share you, but only share you with each other. Hetal 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 again 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. As we cuddled, I could see her worry. Hetal was a weight on her she wanted to exorcize before “something” happened, something that, in her mind, would be terrible.

Meenakshi and Priyanka were both forty-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. Hetal was only twenty-four and had worked as an exotic dancer. I knew Meenakshi and Priyanka would be intimidated by her DD breasts and flaring ass. And, Hetal did not have children which single mothers see as a severe handicap in the man-catching wars. They thought Hetal was busting her ass to get me roped and tied.

“Another thing, neither Priyanka 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 Meenakshi 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 towelled off quickly and threw a robe over herself, which surprised me until I saw Priyanka in the den going through Cds, looking for her favourite. We had not been quiet in the shower. I guessed Priyanka 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, Gautam,” Priyanka 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 bent over her, I made sure my cock dropped right in her face. She gave me a knowing, sultry 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, Priyanka,” I said softly but firmly.

That was a major step for us. While they knew I was having sex with both of them, neither had done anything overtly 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.

Priyanka looked at me for a long time, her eyes flitting back and forth to Meenakshi, who was standing still as a statue, frozen by the game she was observing. Priyanka 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 releasing him and sitting back.

You could feel the tension slowly leave the room. Meenakshi plopped down by Priyanka and the whispers started. I sat down and watched them. Priyanka was five inches taller and weighed twenty-five pounds more than Meenakshi. She was blonde to Meenakshi’s brunette, blue eyed to Meenakshi’s brown. While Meenakshi’s body felt tight and small, Priyanka 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 Priyanka and Meenakshi got on each side of me.

“Gautam?” Meenakshi said.

I grunted and opened my eyes.

“Let’s make a deal.”

“What kind of deal?”

“You know. A deal. A deal that eliminates Hetal or other women from our lives.”

“She is not in your life. She is in my life.”

Meenakshi swatted me across the stomach with the flat of her hand.

“Honestly, Gautam! You are the greatest guy in the world and I do love you but, you are such a bastard sometimes! We want Hetal 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 Hetal… ”

“… 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.

“All right, let us say I do. What do I get in return?”

“Us,” Priyanka replied.

“Us how?”

“What do you mean?” Meenakshi asked, trying to act innocent.

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

Priyanka started to sweat a little, the beads fine on her chin. Meenakshi’s eyes flitted back and forth between us.

“Let’s start with honesty. I knew you two have slept together,” I said.

“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.”

“All right, we have made love maybe ten or twelve times since we were sophomores, but we have not made love to each other since we started to date you.”

“Priyanka!”

“Well, it’s true!”

“Honesty, ladies.”

“Okay, honesty. What do you want, Gautam?”

“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. 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 new luxury duplexes. 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, sexy, wives.”

“By everything, you mean?”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake, Priyanka, even I can figure that out! I agree, Gautam. I will do it. I love you! And, Gautam, I know you love me and I know you love Priyanka. You really are a special man… even if you are a bastard sometimes!”

“Me, too. Everything. And, I love you, too.”

“I love you both of you. I love each of you… equally! I really do. I hope you believe that because it is true.”

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

“Now, Ladies, undress.”

Once they mentally accepted the deal, neither of them hesitated. Priyanka raced to shed her clothes as Meenakshi 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 Meenakshi. She smiled shyly and nodded “yes.”

I looked at Priyanka. She was beet red.

“Priyanka?” Meenakshi said.

Priyanka’s lower lip quivered and she started to cloud up. I pulled her tight, kissing her.

“It’s okay, baby. Tell me about it,” I whispered in her ear.

“Gautam, I am not a slut! Oh, I like being your slut when it is just us, the three of us, but I mean, Manjit (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, Gautam,” she whispered.

Meenakshi 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. 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. Hetal 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!” Meenakshi 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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