As I opened the door to my office, the couple inside were still wiping tears away. The tears were happy ones, thankfully; their fertility problems hadn’t been insurmountable. They were going to be proud parents in eight months, if everything went according to plan. The outcomes weren’t always so joyous, but these were the moments that I loved, the ones that made all my time in medical school worthwhile.
My wife was sitting at the reception desk as I led the happy couple to the door; this wasn’t too out of the ordinary, as Tae, our receptionist, sometimes needed to help elsewhere in the clinic, especially at the end of the day. Cora waved happily to me and to my patients, exchanging pleasantries with them before they paid and left. Then she smiled up at me. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey, gorgeous. You about ready to lock up?”
Her smile faltered just a bit as I said that. “Sure, uh, yeah. Just need to get things wrapped up a little before the audit and inventory this weekend.”
“Mmm hmmm.” I leaned over the desk and kissed her. She sighed happily at the little show of affection. Then, I decided to play with her, just a bit. “Say, where’s Tae?”
What remained of her smile turned brittle and tight. “She’s in the back room.”
“Ah, must be getting ready for later. Are you, Cora? Ready, I mean?” My manner was pleasant, but there was an undercurrent to it. And, like any undercurrent, it held a hint of danger. It could pull someone out and away from the safety of shore, leaving them helpless and lost at sea. Leaving them alone.
“Y– yes.”
“Good!” I straightened and stood upright. “I’m going to go check on Tae. See if she needs anything. You good by yourself?”
She nodded, that brittle smile finally breaking into a small grimace as my normally strong, confident wife’s façade really began to crumble. It was almost time for us to begin, and this little bit of pre-game was just what I needed to get in the right headspace. It made what would come later all so much easier, the way she squirmed now.
I walked away, chuckling to myself, headed down the hallway to the back room of the clinic. But before I could knock, Tae opened the door, exiting the room with Meg, a nurse that had recently joined my team. Tae smiled demurely at me. “Hey, doc. Everything okay?”
I nodded, keeping a respectful distance from both girls. “Seems like. We’re all done for the day.” I turned as they followed me to the front of the clinic, near the reception desk. “Any plans for the weekend, Meg?”
“Nothing I couldn’t change if you need me.” She turned to my wife. “You sure you don’t want the extra hands this weekend, Cora?” The new girl was keen to prove her worth. I appreciated that, but my wife stiffened slightly at the suggestion before quickly relaxing— or at least seeming to.
“No, no. We’ve got it. Andrew, Tae and I have done this enough times that we’ve got it down to a science. We’ll be out of here in a few hours.”
Meg smiled as she opened the door, the last of the staff to leave the clinic before we began. “Okay, maybe next time!”
As the door closed behind her and I locked it, Tae leaned over the reception desk with a predatory grin and said, “Yeah, Cora. Maybe next time Meg can join us, too.” She glanced over her shoulder, long black ponytail falling over one shoulder as she purred, “I know the doc would like that, wouldn’t you, Daddy?”
Cora frowned unhappily, almost cowering from her tormentor. I chuckled as I pulled the shade down, then moved to stand behind the younger woman, running my hands over my receptionist’s shapely ass. “I don’t know, Tae. Do you think you’d share me with her?” A sinful smile was her only reply; we both knew the answer already.
This decision, like so many now, wasn’t up to my wife; we all knew that. It was up to my appetites and Tae’s willingness to watch others play with me. Tae was jealous, but she liked to watch me fuck other women, as long as that’s all it was: fucking. And as for Cora? Well, she had gotten herself into this. She had no say. Not anymore.
It was a cruel joke that fate had played on my hopelessly devoted spouse. A truly beautiful woman, even at thirty-four she could still give Tae or Meg a run for their money. Cora’s regular– arguably excessive– workout regimen gave her a tight, athletic body, even if it was a bit softer now than when we were in our twenties.
Her blonde hair was cut in a fashionable bob, and those gorgeous green eyes were still as entrancing as they were on the day we’d met. She was a brilliant businesswoman. Funny. Compassionate. Sexy. A giving, enthusiastic, and creative lover. Everything a woman could want to be and everything a husband could desire.
Almost.
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When we met in college, I was a med student, and she was a business major. Our attraction was instantaneous and overwhelming. Within three dates, I had no question as to whom I’d be spending the rest of my life with. We meshed in every way: emotionally, sexually, physically, our dreams for the future, our love for each other.
I wanted to serve my community through medicine, helping people that had struggled to conceive, like my parents had. Their stories of the expense and heartbreak of multiple failed rounds of IVF, making me an only child, were one of the things that drove me towards medicine. Cora had grown up poor and wanted to use her business skills to give back, too; she would help me run the clinic in a way that would let us assist as many people as possible while still turning a modest profit.
And, of course, we both wanted lots and lots of kids. We came at that from different directions: me the only child wishing I’d had brothers and sisters; her the middle child of five, remembering what it was like to be surrounded by love while struggling through poverty. We married as soon as I was out of med school. She supported me through my residency, and we bided our time until we could start our family.
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“Get up, bitch!” Tae’s irritated voice pulled me from my reminiscence. It was showtime.
Cora stood, towering over Tae’s slender, tiny frame by a full head, but that didn’t matter. Anyone looking at them right then could see exactly where the power lay. Tae was self-assured, with a vicious, taunting grin; Cora was nervous, agitated, and resigned all at once. This had played out many times before and would again; it wasn’t a question of whether Cora would do her bidding, only how much pain Tae– and therefore I– would put her through before we were done.
Tae turned towards me, standing on tiptoes as I swept her into my arms. Cora’s eyes wouldn’t meet mine as my mouth descended on our receptionist’s. My wife had selected her and hired her, not just for her office skills but for the other, more intimate task we required of her. But like all good employees, she proved herself quite capable of new responsibilities, and soon she had taken over some of Cora’s other duties as well.
My lover up at me adoringly as she broke our kiss. “Go get ready, Daddy. We’ll be in soon.” With a gentle squeeze of my groin and a quick, playful lick along my lips, she pivoted away to walk towards the ladies’ room. Cora shuffled along behind, not even sparing a glance towards me; she knew there was no point. There would be no mercy from that quarter.
I double checked all of the exterior doors before heading for the back of the clinic, to the room that we used only sparingly. It was spartan, with just a couple of tall-backed chairs, a bed, and a side table, but still more at home in a house or apartment than a typical clinic. Ostensibly, it was a room to be used by prospective parents that were unwilling, either for religious or personal reasons, to use solo masturbation to provide samples. In truth, this room was almost only ever used by myself, my lover, and my wife.
Tae could be unpredictable at times, but I knew from experience that being undressed when she came in would always prompt a certain ego-boosting level of appreciation. I was older than her by over a decade, but I tried my best to stay in shape, and it paid off. While the days of me having a six pack were gone, I was still fit and muscular, and she regularly enjoyed the benefits of my health regimen. Cora did, too, but her desire for my body was inconsequential by then.
I made myself comfortable after I stripped; my dick was semi-hard, but I resisted any temptation to make myself more ready. It wasn’t that my lover would mind, but I wanted to last as long as I could, both for her pleasure and mine. The notion of what I would do with her when she came in, and what we would subject Cora to, was more than enough to excite me without resorting to any manual stimulation, and I was fully erect by the time they arrived.
The door opened, and there they were. Tae was as naked as the day she was born except for a pair of fishnet stockings and a garter belt. The hard brown nipples on her tiny beesting tits practically begged to be suckled upon as I had so many times before, and her waxed pussy was already slick with anticipation. The silvery, almost invisible lines that adorned her stomach were a reminder of why we were there and a herald of what she would soon give me again.
Behind her was Cora, standing at attention. She was buxom and curvy where Tae was slender, and her large breasts were thrust forward, prominently on display. The thick pink nipples were pierced with stainless steel bars, and the older woman’s bush was manicured, not shaved or waxed. I preferred the manicured look, but Tae loved the contrast between the two women that shared my life, the way it highlighted my tiny Asian lover’s youth against my wife’s maturity. I couldn’t help but indulge my mistress on such a small thing.
But the more visible differences were those that truly put my wife in her place: subordinate to Tae, far subordinate to me, and existing only as a toy for us to punish for her inadequacies, real or imagined.
The first was a shield over her clit, held in place by piercings. She had worn it for a week by then, cruelly denying her any kind of relief. Cora couldn’t orgasm easily from vaginal penetration alone, requiring clitoral stimulation for release. The steel covering prevented this. I could and did use her as I wished, leaving her in a teary, frustrated sexual limbo. I fondly remembered when Tae suggested it months before, how the anguish on Cora’s face fought with the longing that my wife was ashamed to feel.
The second was a series of words written in black marker on her tanned body: BITCH, FUCKTOY, FREE USE, WORTHLESS, ANAL WHORE, and many more besides. But there, on her belly, the most important, most painful descriptor to the woman I had married. The word that had brought us all together in the first place.
BARREN.
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Cora was devastated when we learned she couldn’t have children. I’m not a luminary in my field, but even a first year med student could have read the test results, and they left no doubts at all. My wife went into a deep depression, and nothing seemed to help.
I felt worse than useless. Years in school, further years spent in a specialty that should be able to treat her, and I was helpless to give her what she wanted. No one could. At the core of her distress were a pair of delusions that I simply could not convince her to let go: that she had let me down because she could not have my children, and that I deserved a better wife.
I loved Cora dearly, and I did everything I could to dissuade her of both of these things. We talked about adopting, about fostering, about living an intentionally childfree lifestyle. None of these made her feel any better. “You should be able to have children that are biologically your own. You’re handsome and loving and brilliant and strong. The world needs more people like you in it.”
I argued that nurture was more important than nature, that they would be wonderful people because they were loved by the two of us, but none of it mattered to her. She became almost monomaniacal about her “failures” as my wife.
We tried therapy for her, medication, support groups. I had her take time away from the clinic, as seeing successful pregnancies sent her into a new spiral each time. I showed her how much I loved her in every way I could think of, lavishing attention, gifts, and affection upon her. I might as well have been bailing the ocean out with a bucket.
And then Taeyeon Yi came into our lives.
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“Inspection, bitch.” My young lover beckoned me closer, so that I could examine my wife. Cora looked beautiful, of course, even with the trembling lip and haunted look in her eyes. She stood with her legs slightly apart; I saw as I moved behind that Tae had chosen a jeweled buttplug for her. Cora jumped as I tapped it with one finger, drawing a giggle from Tae.
“Nicely done, beautiful. Is she prepared for later?”
Tae laughed. “Who cares? She’ll take whatever you give her, however you want to give it to her. Isn’t that right, bitch?” Cora was silent, and the smaller woman savagely twisted one of the bars that pierced my wife’s nipples as punishment. “I said, ‘Isn’t. That. Right. BITCH!’”
“Yes!” Cora gasped out the word in a voice as much pleasure as pain.
“Yes what?” She twisted again.
My wife whined, “Yes, Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!”
Tae leaned down and delicately licked at Cora’s abused nipple, then sucked ever so slightly at it, drawing a low, needful moan from her. “Better.” She stroked my wife’s face lovingly. “Isn’t it better when you know your place, bitch? Aren’t I kind when you deserve it?”
“Y- Yes, Mistress. Thank you for correcting me.”
A beaming, triumphant smile on my lover’s face. “Good bitch. Now, spread your legs.”
I watched as Tae knelt down and began to unscrew the caps keeping Cora’s clit shield in place. It would only take a few seconds, a minute at most, but Cora’s breath stopped as she tried to restrain her excitement. She had been denied for so long, and my smile seemed to bolster her spirits almost as much as Tae’s actions.
But then I said, “Don’t get too excited, Cora. You still have to earn it,” and her face fell. The putative love of my life almost said something then, but the objection died before it reached her lips; she knew we could just as easily put her back into denial as give her release.
This was her lot, to be toyed with as we chose.
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Tae had originally come into the clinic looking for work; as business manager, it was Cora’s job to interview her first. But that initial meeting put the seeds of an idea in my wife’s head: what if she could still give me a child of my own?
Cora invited me in to meet with Tae; she had already gotten the job, but my wife wanted to see how I reacted to the remarkable twenty year old. I was struck by her beauty immediately but remained professional. We talked about her goals, her plans, and what had brought her to us. She was an intelligent and inquisitive woman; charming, even, underneath her initial shyness. Cora could tell I was impressed.
Tae was reluctant to open up at first, but I learned that she had been a psychology student with a bright future before her parents had pulled their support. They were first generation immigrants, and very conservative ones. When her parents learned first that their daughter wanted to specialize in human sexuality and then of her reasons, that Tae had been struggling to come to terms with her own bisexuality, they were incensed. She was completely disowned and pushed out into the world to fend for herself.
We gave her the job. And then, once she was comfortable with us, Cora suggested a way that Tae could finish her studies: acting as her surrogate.
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I patted Tae’s head, and she turned her face towards me with a devilish smile. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to ignore you.” She kissed the head of my cock, then took it into her mouth, sucking on it with eyes closed and an enraptured expression. Her hands slowed at removing the metal impediment to my wife’s pleasure, but Cora said nothing, not even daring to move for fear of Tae interpreting it as complaint.
“That’s good, baby girl. Suck it. Daddy’s going to give you a nice treat soon.” Tae made a happy little humming sound around my shaft as her tongue tickled at my frenulum. Grasping her ponytail in my fist, I forced myself deep into her hot, teasing mouth, until my pubic hair tickled her nose.
The sudden gagging noise told me I’d caught her by surprise, but it didn’t matter; she grabbed my ass and pulled, as though she wished she could devour me whole, even as I knew she was starting to run short of air. Tae might dominate my wife, but we both knew what the pecking order was in our relationship, and she was possessed of a deep need to submit to me. I certainly couldn’t complain about that.
Finally, as her grip changed to a frantic pawing, I released my hold on her. Tae slid my length from her throat, then her lips, gasping for air with tears in her eyes and an oxygen-starved, blissed-out smile on her face. “Such a brute!” Then, with a throaty chuckle, “Fucking love it.” After planting a final tiny kiss on the tip of my cock, she returned her focus to my wife’s confinement.
“There we go…” The small piece of metal came away, exposing my wife fully. Tae leaned in close and blew on Cora’s newly exposed, hypersensitive clit, causing her to shiver involuntarily. With a growl, Tae warned, “Don’t you fucking dare cum without permission, bitch, or I’ll lock you up for a year.” It might have been hyperbole. It might not. Cora froze, terrified, but then Tae rose to her feet and took Cora’s hand, leading her to the chair where the next phase of her torture would begin.
It was where this had all begun, really begun, almost three years before: in this room, with my wife watching as I fucked Tae for the first time.
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She had been reluctant at first when Cora came to her with the offer. As logical and mutually beneficial as my wife had tried to make it sound, even I saw it for what it was: a young woman trading both her body and her firstborn child for a chance at a better future.
It felt like we were the villains in a fairytale, my wife Rumpelstiltskin to the terrified hopeful princess. What did that make me in this scenario? I tried to talk Cora out of this course of action, but she simply became more adamant: she was going to give me a child, one biologically mine, come hell or high water.
We would pay for tuition, books, and all medical expenses, provide her a room in our home, give her a small stipend, and continue to keep her on as an employee with as flexible a schedule as she required. Tae would be taken care of all the way through her undergraduate studies. And all she had to do was give us a child, her child that she would carry for nine months, and allow us to adopt it. She could even be a part of the child’s life if she wanted. Just not as its mother.
There was one final stipulation that Cora insisted upon: we wouldn’t use IVF. Tae and I would conceive naturally. Even though the risks were minimal, even though the differences in outcomes miniscule, Cora insisted. I would have sex with Tae. Not fuck her. Certainly not make love to her. We would have sex. A biological process, pure and simple. And we would do it as often as we needed to make a child. No more and no less.
I thought that would blow the deal. I half-hoped it would. Instead, I saw a glimmer in Tae’s eye. I should have stopped this then, but I didn’t. I wanted to make my wife happy. I wanted to give her a child. I wanted to see the smile I remembered, the one from before, when a perfect future awaited us.
And I wanted to fuck Tae.
It was hard to admit that to myself at first. But I’m a man, one with the same biological imperatives that all men have. I wanted to spread my seed, to claim this beautiful young woman and be the first, perhaps the only, to breed her. I had never cheated on my wife, and I couldn’t have imagined that I ever would. But was this cheating, if she asked for it? Was it disloyalty if it was in service to our marriage?
Was it an affair if my wife watched me replace her? If she urged on her doom?
That first time, we tried to be clinical. No candlelight or rose petals; nothing of the sort. Barely even the simplest creature comforts. The bed, the chair, the table. My wife still dressed for work. Dressing gowns as mine and Tae’s only clothing, as if we were preparing to undergo surgery. They were shed quickly, with no teasing or playfulness.
But then Tae’s eyes, those beautiful, dark, soulful eyes stared at me with lust, and the swell of her small breasts rose and fell with excitement at our nakedness.
I was hard in moments, my wife nearly forgotten as I laid the future mother of my child on the sheets, entering her slowly and gently. Tae wasn’t a virgin, but she had been a shy girl raised by a conservative family. Her first stumbling steps towards recognizing herself as a sexual being were more theoretical than practical: some fumbling with nervous boys, a bit more with confident girls. Tae had yearning, but little experience. Need, without understanding. Desire, without fulfillment.
Until then. Until me. Until us.
I heard a noise, close and yet somehow distant, the sound of a woman’s gasp; Cora’s, watching me claim Tae’s young, wet, fertile cunt for the first time. Knowing that she had been supplanted, even if only, for now, in this one way. Seeing that, all pretenses to the contrary, her husband was making love to another woman. Hearing Tae moan as she writhed underneath me, her exquisitely tight pussy gripping my cock, her soft, yearning voice begging me to fuck her, then her gasps and cries as she came, as I came, as she was filled to overflowing with my semen.
I looked up at Cora then, and saw that her hand had slipped, almost unbidden, between her legs to press against the fabric concealing her womanhood. My wife’s eyes were wild with lust and rage and shame. I would see that anguished expression again many times in the future.
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In the past, Tae had whipped Cora, slapped her, spat on her and pissed on her. She had berated, insulted, humiliated, and degraded her. She had mocked my wife’s inability to bear my children, to keep me sexually satisfied, to control her household and her life. But this, which she did next, was the cruelest stroke of all.
My mistress, her Mistress, simply ignored Cora.
After pushing her into the chair, Tae turned her back on my despondent spouse and pulled me into a tender embrace. We kissed gently, as lovers do; not in a fiery passion, but at an easy, languid pace. We had all the time in the world. We had a whole life ahead of us together.
I heard a muted, pathetic sound from Cora’s corner but ignored it. This was what Tae wanted. This was what I wanted. What my longsuffering spouse wanted was irrelevant. Tae sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, her smile sweet and demure. “Please, Andrew? I’ve missed your tongue.” It was all I needed to hear.
Tae lay back on the bed, sighing happily as I kissed at her thighs. They were delicate butterfly kisses, meant to tease and hint more than anything else. I felt her tug at my hair, a small impatient gesture that was rewarded by me reaching up to pinch her nipple. She squealed and laughed, but the sound turned to a low, loud moan as I started to greedily suck and lick at her delectable quim. “Oh, oh god Daddy! Fffffuck, it’s s- so good! Oh ah ah ah oh–!”
I thrilled at the taste of her, marveled at the way my lover’s juices flowed so freely with her arousal. Loved that I was the source of that arousal. Her struggles beneath me, as if she simultaneously needed to both get away from and draw herself closer to the heaven that lay between her legs, made me desire her all the more. Her thrashing, writhing ecstasy drove me mad with the need to dominate her.
With steady hands, I gripped her ass and pulled her to my mouth, preventing any movement that I didn’t sanction. There would be bruises from my fingertips; she would wear them with pride.This was when she truly went wild, when my tongue had unrestricted access and could probe as deeply into her cunt as I wished, when her clit became a plaything between my lips. She was my plaything, and at that moment, it was all she ever wanted to be.
The first orgasm took her, and I refused to relent, driving her forward through the peaks and valleys of her pleasure over and over again until she begged and pleaded and screamed. Then, with lips and chin wet with her juices, I ascended Tae’s body and kissed her possessively, staking my claim once more on the seductive young woman—scarcely more than a girl—who had already given me a son. Who would give me as many children as I desired, begging to be bred and kept by the man she desperately wanted to grow old with.
She gasped as I pulled away from her, “I love you so much, Andrew!”
“I love you, too, Tae. Forever.”
I heard a little sob behind me, but we both treated it as mere background noise.
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Tae didn’t get pregnant that first time, nor even in the first month. We tried nightly for the week around when she should have been most fertile, and as each night ticked past, we gave up more and more on even pretending that there wasn’t a connection between the two of us; the three of us, if we were being honest. Cora might have been upset at herself for the way her body responded, but respond it did.
My wife and I didn’t have sex at all during that week. She wanted to, and I wanted to, but we agreed that I should focus solely on conceiving a child with Tae during that time. The first night after that week was up, Cora was insatiable–manic, even–as she attempted to reclaim me.
I was a relatively young and very healthy man, and I had a lot of fun in those two weeks. First a new lover, one that went from hesitant and shy to eager and playful over the time that we were together, and then an older, more experienced one that was desperate to show me exactly how much she still had to give. It was fantastic for both my ego and my mood.
But by the end of that first month, things were already starting to shift. Tae, of course, could have no other lovers, and wouldn’t be allowed to even after she’d conceived. She was increasingly sexually frustrated and unhappy. Cora was worried that the stress would make it harder for her surrogate to get pregnant, or, worse, that she’d decide to back out of the deal.
Cora didn’t outright tell me to take care of it, but she also made it clear that she wouldn’t consider a liaison from time to time with Tae to be infidelity, as long as she could be there. And so, on some nights, the three of us would close up and retire to the back room of the clinic, where I would relieve some of Tae’s tension. It seemed almost normal; we’d already had sex multiple times, and Cora had watched us together before.
But then, one night when Tae was riding my cock, moaning and gasping, I heard Cora’s voice join hers. Looking over, I could see that she had stopped trying to hide her lust; her panties were on the floor, slender fingers strumming her clit as she watched us with that same furious, humiliated desire. When her gaze found mine, I mouthed “I love you.” Cora’s eyes closed and she called my name with a choking wail as she shuddered with orgasm.
Tae’s cunt fluttered on my cock as her own climax approached, and I looked up at the beautiful girl that was so enthusiastically fucking me. But she wasn’t watching me. She was watching Cora with a predatory grin.
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Tae ran her fingers through my hair as we kissed and cuddled for a few minutes. Then, she looked past me. “Isn’t his tongue the best, Cora?”
It was a trap. We all knew it was. She hadn’t called my wife “bitch,” instead pretending to treat her as an equal. Not answering would bring a punishment. Answering wrong might bring a worse one. And there might be no right answer at all. “Y- yes, Mistress.”
There was a brief flash of triumph on my lover’s face, then a fiendish smile. Cora tensed; that had been the wrong answer. “So you prefer his tongue to mine? His is better?”
“N- no, Mistress!”
“So you lied to me.”
“No, Mistress!”
Tae stood and slowly walked toward her. “And now you’re arguing with me.” She sighed, reaching out to stroke Cora’s cheek. “I don’t know what to do with you, Cora. I’ve tried. I really have.” A light slap, not even a real impact, just a sudden touch of palm to cheek. Tae turned to me. “What do you think, lover? What should we do with her?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. She’s so stupid, but it feels unfair to punish her for what she can’t help.” Cora’s eyes drifted away from mine, her lips frozen in a thin, unhappy line.
“Mmm.” Tae leaned over at the waist, face level with Cora’s. “He’s a good man, isn’t he, Cora? So kind. Such a wonderful husband.” My wife nodded cautiously. “I’m so glad he’s mine now.” The smaller woman planted a light kiss on Cora’s lips as she stroked up and down her belly with a single long, red fingernail. “Why don’t you say it, Cora? Just so we all know that we’re on the same page.”
“He’s– he’s a good man, Mistress.”
A little scrape of nails on skin caused Cora to hiss. “And?”
“And he’s yours.”
“Why?”
Her head hung low. “... Because I’m worthless, Mistress.”
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It was another two months before Tae was carrying my child. Such a short amount of time for so much to change.
There were little things at first. Tae was living with us, and the separation between what she and I did in the clinic and what we did at home seemed silly; that slowly stopped, and while we did still find the time to use the clinic back room, sometimes, especially on the weekends, we fucked in her room at the house. Then in our room, mine and Cora’s. Then, one time, separate from Cora when she was out; it was so natural that it didn’t seem like a betrayal.
She was initially unhappy, but soon Tae argued her around to the logic of it; there was no point in disrupting my wife’s schedule just because Tae had needs that I could attend to, right? After all, this had all been Cora’s idea, so why would that one change really matter that much?
But we did still use the back room sometimes, especially on the days when we were trying to conceive. And it was one of those days when things really turned in a new direction.
The basic plan hadn’t changed, even as the specifics did. Our sessions in the back room became more casual and friendlier as we all got closer. I know that as merciless as Tae could be later, it might be hard to envision, but she and Cora did become very close. There was a real warmth between them, even across the chasm that had been put in place by Cora’s jealousy and Tae’s lingering resentment at having to trade her body and child for her degree. That warmth had translated to a certain amount of playfulness on the days I was supposed to purposefully inseminate Tae.
It followed us into the back room where Cora was sitting as I was about to enter Tae. That was when the expression came back on Cora’s face, the angry, ashamed, jealous one. She had started to undress with us, no longer bothering to hide her masturbation as I inseminated Tae. It was the only pleasure that she got during that week. I had offered to help her with fingers and tongue and toys, but that had only left her feeling more frustrated.
On the third night of the third month we tried to conceive, I was fucking Tae wth vigor, enjoying her grunts and gasps as she responded to the thick, hard cock inside her young cunt. My eyes were on hers, and she breathed out, “Oh, god, Andrew, I love– love the way you feel! Love you!” We heard a little noise from Cora’s chair, a frustrated, indignant tone, and both of us looked at her. She was frantically playing with herself, trying to reach an orgasm that seemed just out of reach, tears on her face for the first time since we had started all of this.
My thrusting slowed but didn’t stop. Tae’s face softened, “Oh, Cora. Oh, I didn’t mean– I love you both, Cora.” She held one hand out to my wife. “Please, Cor, please. Come here.” My wife shook her head ‘no,’ tears of frustration in still welling up. Tae pushed at me, and I stopped entirely and pulled away.
Tae got up off the bed and moved to kneel before Cora. My wife looked away. “Shh, baby. It’s okay. It’s so hard, I know. But you’re so good to him. And to me. This is for him, remember?” Cora nodded reluctantly. Tae tipped Cora’s head back to look at her with a finger. “It’s okay, Cor. It’s okay.” That finger trailed down Cora’s naked torso, between her full breasts and further, to her navel, and then to the hand desperately and futilely working at her pussy. “I can help you, too, baby.”
Tae leaned in and kissed my wife then. I realized I was holding my breath; Cora had experimented in college, as many people do, but she had said it ultimately wasn’t for her. You wouldn’t have known that by the way that she responded to Tae’s kiss. You sure as hell wouldn’t have believed it by the way her body arched and started to thrash as Tae’s finger’s replaced hers, moving inside of her, thumb playing across my wife’s clit. There was a loud groan from Cora, then almost a wail as she finally found release.
I like to think I’m a good lover, and an even better fuck. But I’d never seen Cora come like this before. She was unhinged, grasping onto Tae’s shoulders and begging for more. Tae sucked at Cora’s nipples, biting and pulling on them; this made her whimper, but it also made her orgasm reach a new, previously unseen peak. “Please, Tae! Oh god, please!”
I was ready to burst, sincerely worried that I would come without touching myself. I had been almost there when Tae had gone to Cora, and now she was kneeling, her engorged cunt fully presented to me as she fingered my wife to orgasm. She was mine. They both were, but right then, I only cared about filling that tiny, tight pussy with my cum.
When I knelt behind Tae and put a hand on her hip, she cooed and wiggled her ass at me. Her ass. I knew that I had to have it eventually, but not yet. We were still here for a reason, the reason male and female had come together since before there was anything that even vaguely resembled “man” and “woman.” As I thrust into her, she released my wife’s tit from her mouth with a whimper; I was not gentle. When she looked over her shoulder at me, the wanton grin on her face told me she didn’t want me to be.
It was fast, that time. She came, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t her orgasm I was chasing, it was mine. But that seemed to be exactly what she needed to climax, that primal claiming of her as nothing but a hole to be used for my pleasure, a womb to be filled with my child. I was gentler than this with Cora; she was my wife. But Tae? Tae was the girl I’d fuck like my own personal whore, the one who sold her body to us to be used as needed.
We had pretended it had only been about making a baby for us. But now, as Cora writhed under her ministrations, and I rammed myself into Tae over and over, and our lover took and gave with everything she had, we all could see the truth just a little bit closer: I was always going to fuck her; Cora was always going to beg me to; Tae needed this to become something more than just the shy girl who had turned up at our clinic for a job.
When it was over, when I had flooded her with my semen, and she was slumped, face down on my wife’s lap, we all knew things had changed. But the fear on Cora’s face told me she had seen more than either of us had; she needed more than just this. I had no idea then how much more.
