Candy loved her new boot, though that might amount to an over description. There was no style involved, simply an arrangement of sheets of foam plastic wrapped around her leg from the knee down, held in place by straps. All the weight was taken by a pad under the heel, so the broken bones closer to her toes could carry on healing without any stress.

“I look like someone who’s been skiing and had a crash.”

“Except it’s summer.”

“Sourpuss. It looks sporty. Could I get a fake tan to go with the busted foot?”

“I don’t see why not,” Andy said, “with one condition.”

“What?”

“Shave all over and tan all over.”

“Pervert.”

“You can talk.”

“Yeah,” she said, stopping for a second. “I know, I’m the one with the outlandish sexual record. Okay,” she said, “I think I know a salon that can do all that. Do you like me best that way?”

“Tanned or shaved?”

“Shaved? I wondered about laser treatment, like a permanent shave...” She hesitated and smiled nervously. “I read a lot and thought a lot in the hospital. I felt bad about what I did to you... apart from nearly being killed, I’ve done all this crazy sex stuff, but all you got was hearing about it, and now you know I didn’t tell you everything. I could put myself out more for you... I should... if you’d like that... I mean if that would be good for you.”

“I’d love it, but I don’t want to be selfish. I want it to be good for us.”

“That’s not very masterful. You’re supposed to insist.”

“Candy love, I never minded what you did. You always came home to me. I don’t think you understand how good it feels to be the man you come home to when I’d spent the evening having photographic evidence sent to me showing that you could have whoever you wanted. You gave me something that you didn’t give to anyone else.” He stopped for a second, smiling, remembering. “Honey, if it makes you happy to be told what to do, then I’ll tell you, but I don’t want a doormat for a wife.”

“If you had a slave that everyone else wanted, how would that be?”

Andy laughed. “I guess that could be quite a turn on, but it would mean we had to keep proving that others wanted you. How would they prove that? Would they have to pay, or wait in line long enough?”

“You would have to decide, all I have to do is come back to you and I don’t find that hard to do.”

“All I ever wanted,” he said, “was for you to be happy. When you wanted a baby, we tried to make one, but we lost it. We’ve been trying to find our way ever since. All that crazy stuff you did was only after you lost the baby. Before all the crying we were alright, I think. That’s right, isn’t it? I seem to recall a certain amount of activity. You didn’t seem dissatisfied. I got you pregnant.”

Andy glanced at Candy and stopped.

“Sorry.”

“No,” she said, struggling to breathe for a second. “You’re right... we should talk about that. We never did, did we, not really, not enough... Do you think that’s why I got into slutting?”

“The thought had crossed my mind. It seemed like you had something to prove, so I let you prove it, and along the way, you showed me that I was the one you kept. That’s all done now, and it doesn’t matter why you did it.”

“But it does matter.”

“Yeah, I guess, but only because it was an important part of our lives, but what I meant was, it’s behind us. It’s the past. If losing the baby was what set off your behaviour, it doesn’t change it. The important thing is to learn from it. Something in you was uncovered. That need emerged, and I don’t think it can be just put back in the bottle.”

“So, um, what do we do?”

“There’s one more thing to say, love, and it’s important. You didn’t spring all that wild stuff on me. We talked about it, over and over, as far as I remember. We got into it slowly at first. I knew you cared about me. It did hurt sometimes, but only because I was sad that I couldn’t make you happy. Okay, so now we do what we’re doing. We work on us and everything about us. We’ve made a start. I think we’ve both learned a lot already.”

Andy pulled her towards him and kissed her.

“Get the laser work done, but get the spray tan when the piercings have healed, I don’t know what that tan stuff does to new wounds.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

The boot was a success, at least in terms of mobility but Candy soon discovered that a month in bed ruins your fitness. The first week one flight of stairs left her breathless and any thought of a longer walk was out of the question. Andy took her to the salon, and she had her first laser treatment. The second week her fitness began to improve and they could at least go out for a coffee and she could play at being the injured sporting type.

Sleeping arrangements varied, Marsha stayed at the hospital when she was on nights but came ‘home’ on her days off. At first she slept between Andy and Candy. Although Marsha and Candy cuddled sometimes while Andy slept.

Towards the end of the second week at home Candy walked into Andy’s office in the middle of the morning, naked and carrying a tray with two coffees.

“Wow,” Andy said. “Stairs with a tray and no spills. You get a gold star.”

“Have you got time for a talk?”

“Sure. Are you happy to talk in here?”

“Yeah, no problem. I think another week or two I’ll be out of this thing, I’d like to start planning ahead.”

“Go on.”

“I’ve been looking at custom boots. I’d like to get some long sexy leather boots, like riding boots, because they have extra strength for the stirrups. That would protect my foot, but they could be fashioned to make me look..., um, look like a whore.”

“You are feeling better.”

Candy giggled. “That’s only the start. I do want to get piercings. I’ve thought about it a lot, I’ve tried the fake ones, just to see, and I like it. Are you okay if I go ahead with what I want.”

“So Marsha and I don’t get a say?”

“Mmmm, if you’re alright with that.”

“You have been thinking, haven’t you. Is this a new twist, the slave topping from the bottom?”

“Yes,” she said. “Sort of... Rehab and rest do that to you. I want to look like your slave, not all the time, but when I want to, or when you want me to. I want the whole package to be a gift to you. I don’t want to just be flesh that you possess. I want to be a gift-wrapped, very special surprise for you.”

“So I don’t get to see until it’s all done?”

“Yes. Sorry. I mean, is that okay?”

“Of course it is. I’ll look forward to the surprise. What about Marsha?”

“The piercings were partly her idea, so I thought she should help. I don’t think she can handle owning a slave, I don’t think she’d want to, but you could.”

“Would I have to loan you to her?”

“I’d like that, but it has to be up to you.”

“She was your girlfriend, are you planning to dump her?”

“No, well, I’d rather not, but If you wanted me, then you’d get me; I think Marsha will understand that.”

Andy smiled. “Can I keep Marsha?”

“You want two slaves?”

“No, I just fancy occasionally stealing your girlfriend.”

Candy laughed.

“Gee, it’s complicated. Like you said weeks ago, none of this has to be all the time, so I could be with Marsha sometimes when I’m not being a slave. I think I need to be myself as well. If I got the piercings I liked, then they’d be mine. I want them partly to remind me that I can be independent, that I could be free, but they’re for you as well... There was one other thing...”

“Which was?”

“I’m a bit nervous about having it done, and I thought if something went wrong it wouldn’t be anyone else’s fault.” Candy stopped for a second and drank some coffee. “The thing is, if you decided on something, a tattoo or a piercing and something didn’t go right, you know, if it got infected or something, then you’d feel bad. But if I get them done, then it’s on me whatever way. If I end up looking like a battle-scarred harridan, then I’ll just have to hope that you’ll still have me.”

Andy sat thoughtfully for a moment, looking at her, enjoying the sight.

“What you say makes sense, so you should do it even if I didn’t like it, though I bet I do. I’d like to buy the boots for you, and maybe we could choose them together. I promised you a new collar. Should I get that or do you want to choose it together?”

“You get the collar,” she said, “and we’ll do the boots together.” She smiled, “That was good, I’m glad I asked. There’s one more thing.”

“Go on, I’ve got time.”

“Marsha. What do we do about Marsha?”

“What’s the problem?”

“Well I suppose there isn’t one, but at the moment it seems like we’re both having an affair with Marsha. It feels weird. I know I didn’t tell you about her, but you know now. I’m going around in circles.”

“Maybe we are both having an affair with her, or maybe we just call it polyamory. We aren’t the first folk to ever get into this. One thing for sure, I think it’s best if we talk to her together; unless you know some high power polyamory counsellor. I don’t want us to gang up on her. I’m glad you met her, glad she put herself in our lives, but if you want her as a girlfriend all to yourself I might end up having a secret affair with her.”

Candy giggled. “That would serve me right. It’s okay, nothing to panic about. I just thought we were drifting, and maybe we should think about it.”

“If we went to a counsellor, I think I know what they might say.”

“Go on, wise master.”

“Yeah, yeah. I think they would say that I need to learn to enjoy you having Marsha, and you need to enjoy me having Marsha, and hopefully she enjoys being with us. I think they call it compersion.”

“I thought you weren’t into made-up words?”

“It is slightly invented, but the meaning is good. It means enjoying other people’s joy. I did some looking up, it’s supposed to be the opposite of jealousy. There has to be a word for it, and other folks who’ve been down this kind of road before us have hit on that.”

Candy nodded, smiled, and took another swig of coffee.

“Okay, so... I’ll get the body-work done, and when I’m ready for this boot to come off and I’ve got bells on everywhere, I’ll be ready for anything.”

“Bells?”

“Maybe. Figuratively speaking anyway.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Candy came home from her salon session and that night asked if she could keep her underwear on. Andy didn’t have to ask why.

“How long do you need this special treatment?”

“A couple of weeks, maybe longer. I usually heal quickly.”

“So no sex for a while.”

“I thought you could give me a dose of my punishment.”

“What?”

“Watching you fuck Marsha.”

“Seriously?”

“It’s the price I pay for my independence. I fucked around, I insisted on the piercings, so there’s a price to pay. Until I’m healed, you can fuck anyone you please, but I thought if I had to watch you with Marsha it would be good for me.”

“Good for you?”

“In the ‘this-is-for-your-own-good’ sense; like my dad used to say.”

“Did he beat you? I never knew.”

“Only for my own good.”

“So that’s why I’ve been spanking you all this time?”

“Mmmm, I guess.”

“What would your mum say if I talked to her about it?”

“He spanked her too. After he died, I couldn’t talk about it, that’s why I never told you. Please don’t ask her, she actually misses it. If she ever finds out you’d spanked me when I’d been naughty, she’ll want you to do her.”

Andy lay back in his armchair looking at the ceiling.

“I could do your mother,” he said, thinking about the caning he gave at Mistress’s.

“Andy that is a completely different thing. Please don’t even think about it.”

“Do you think,” he asked in a flat unemotional tone, trying to portray academic curiosity, “that if I caned your mother she’d want fucking too?”

He watched as Candy almost exploded as he struggled to keep a straight face.

“That,” she said eventually, “is one good reason why not to do it.”

“Gotcha,” he said, laughing.

“I love it when you tease me. It makes me feel as if you know me better than I know myself, as if you’re inside me.”

She blew him a kiss. “Honestly, would you really?”

“I said I could, I didn’t say I would. I know how to do it. I think I could whip or cane or spank your mother and do it so well that she would want to come back for more.”

Candy sat looking at Andy for a whole minute, searching his face, looking for any sign that this was a put on.

“Gee,” she breathed. “You sound so convincing. I think I believe you, that’s incredible.”  She giggled. “Would I be able to watch?”

“That would be up to your mum, meanwhile you can get yourself off thinking about it.”

Andy held her and kissed her, holding her, saying nothing for a minute.

“Have you told Marsha about your plans?”

“Not yet.”

“It might be best if you did, I mean I know I could just carry on as though it was normal, but it might be best if you tell her.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Marsha arrived the next morning after another spell of night duty, slept most of the day and when she heard the shower in the bedroom upstairs Candy headed that way. Andy thought about eavesdropping but thought better of it and settled into making supper.

In the bedroom, Marsha came out of the shower to find Candy sitting on the bed.

“Hi. Is something up?”

“Not really, well nothing awful, I need to talk to you.”

“Has something happened with Andy?”

“No, with me... sort of. I’ve had some piercings, you know, like you suggested... well a bit more than that.”

“So?”

“I don’t want Andy to see them until they’re all healed up and pretty.”

“So?”

“I thought you and him could have a spell of togetherness, like when I was in the hospital.”

“So that could be what? A month or more?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Marsha sat down on the bed. “So let me get this straight, you’re thinking you’ll live like a nun for a month or six weeks and I’ll be a spare wife.”

“I wouldn’t put it like that, but yeah, something like that.”

Marsha sat on the bed for a minute.

“Can we take this a bit further? I don’t know how to put this so I’ll come right out with it and you can think about it. Don’t say anything until I ask you, right?”

“Okay.”

“Andy and I talked a lot when you were in hospital — you can imagine. I asked Andy why you... well more like how you got into the slut thing or what he thought was behind it.”  She held up her hand to stop Candy saying anything.

“Andy told me about your miscarriage and troubles afterwards. He thought that might be behind it... something like trying to prove you were still a woman, still desirable. Or maybe your self-esteem went right down and you thought you were a worthless piece of shit who was worth nothing more than being fucked stupid.”

Marsha stopped for a second. “Sorry, that’s a bit brutal, but is there something in that?”

Marsha watched Candy’s face as she spoke, caught the moment when the mask slipped and had her arms around her before the tears emerged. After a few minutes the sobbing stopped.

“We talked about it, Andy and me,” Candy said. “This morning, while you were away. I don’t know... It may be that. Andy thought it might be, but he said, so what? It can’t be undone. I wish it could.” Candy looked for a second, searching Marsha’s face instead of gazing at the floor searching her memories.

“Now I’ve screwed up your evening,” Marsha said, “I’m going to risk making it worse. Did you really want a baby? You weren’t just going with the flow? You know, married so many years, time for a baby and all that?”

Candy collapsed falling back on the bed sobbing again.

“That answers that then.”

“Why... why are you asking me? I can’t have a baby. It doesn’t matter how many studs with big cocks I fuck, it’s me that’s screwed up inside. Andy did get me pregnant, big cocks had nothing to do with it.”

“I get all that love. I had an idea.”

“What?”

“Could I? I know it sounds freaky... could I have a baby for you?”

“What?”

“I thought if we had a baby, between the three of us, maybe it would help? We could do all that IVF stuff. Your eggs, Andy’s sperm and my uterus. People do this, we could do it.”

Candy lay on the bed another couple of minutes until she got her breath back.

“You’re serious?”

“Totally. I love you Candy, and I love Andy, I could do this for you, for us, if you’d let me. I know I could just let Andy get me pregnant and surprise you both but that doesn’t seem right. I want to do it together. The three of us all do it together.”

“I don’t think I have any eggs.” Candy sighed. “It wasn’t a miscarriage, it was an ectopic pregnancy and when it exploded I nearly died. When they operated they had to remove one ovary, and it turned out my other ovary didn’t look too good, cysts or something. They said it was a miracle I got pregnant.”

Marsha reached out and took Candy’s hand. “So on to Plan B.”

“Don’t say your eggs in my body, I don’t think I trust my insides to get it right, I nearly died last time.” Candy’s voice had a hint of weariness.

“No, putting it bluntly, I thought we’d get Andy to knock me up, I’d have the baby and you be mum.”

“I’d feel like a fraud.”

“What if you fed the baby? I don’t mean bottles and rusks and stuff. I mean breast-feeding. I’ve looked it up. It’s possible. You have to have hormones and stuff and you have to do a lot of work with pumping to get your tits to work, but people do it. They really do.” Marsha laughed for a second. “Actually it seems like a lot more work than carrying the bump around for a few months, but you’d sure as hell feel like you’d done the work. By the time the kid is six months old, it will be half me and half your milk. It will be our baby, not my baby.”

There was a long pause. Marsha pushed Candy back onto the bed and lay half on top of her to kiss her.

“We could do it together.”

“What about Andy?”

“Assuming he still wants to be a father, I think with my womb and your tits to worry about, he’d know all about fathering before we were done.”

Candy rolled away and sat up, looking at Marsha, running a hand over her belly. She giggled.

“I’m trying to imagine.” Slowly the smile vanished, and she lay back on the bed again, more tears starting to flow.

“I’ve probably fucked it up. I just got my nipples pierced.”

“Not so fast, you don’t get away that easy. I’ve looked that up too. It doesn’t matter. You just take the metal out when you feed the baby, no problem. I mean the milk might shoot out sideways a bit and the kid would have to learn where the milk came from and maybe the kid might grow up a little kinky, but the feeding works.”

Candy rolled back on top of Marsha, burying her face in Marsha’s breasts.

“So you’re up for it?

“Yes,” Candy said. “Absolutely yes.” She chuckled, then hesitated for a second. “You can’t fuck anyone else until it’s done.”

“Maybe you could come over and help me out with your tongue.”

“You don’t have to stay at the nurses home. You could stay here and I’ll make sure you have a relaxed sleep each day.”

Candy rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. Marsha might have been worried if she hadn’t been beaming.

“What about me being a slave to Andy, where does motherhood fit into that? Having a kid around would change everything.”

“I could cover for you when you wanted time out. You’d probably need it now and again. Both of you maybe, or you could go off on your own and I’d take care of Andy and the baby.”

“I wouldn’t want to cheat on Andy, not any more. I like the idea of him keeping me safe.”

“That night you came home, what about that? Did you enjoy it?”

“I was totally shocked.”

“I watched, remember. I thought you were well out of in into slut space.”

“I guess. You mean I could go there again?”

“Talk to Andy about that place.”

“What does he know about it?”

“Talk to him.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

 
“Marsha tells me,” said Candy when she had Andy alone, “you went to Mistress’s place when I was in hospital.”

“I was desperately searching for solutions. I was so upset by what happened that I knew I had to find a different way to give you what you wanted. Marsha was a help but I couldn’t get out of my head the idea that I nearly got you killed.”

“No,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault. We’ve been through that.”

“I know, but back then I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind that I should have been there. I could have been there. I let my imagination run away with me.”

“Forget all that,” Candy said. “Tell me about Mistress?”

“M and I were talking about being out of control — your phrase I think. To me it meant fear and risk of losing you. I needed to get out of that mindset and M said Mistress might be able to help.”

“And did she?”

There was something about the way that Candy said the words, a hint of anxiety.

“She made me think about things I’d never got into before. Mostly it was desperation — I thought had to find a way to give you what you needed.”

“And did you?”

“I think I got enough to move past where I was. What did you think about the time you spent there, the night you came home?”

Candy laughed. “I was confused and guilty.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. If you did it again how would you feel?”

“Did what exactly?”

“Provide the on-table-entertainment for one of Mistress’s Friday nights.”

“That’s a regular thing?”

“I think so. A long time ago it was Marsha on that table; every week I think. How did it compare with what you did in the clubs?”

“I didn’t think of it like that.”

“Did you feel out of control?”

“Oh yes, completely; but I wasn’t thinking about it as fun. I don’t know what I was thinking. That woman has a presence. I could have said no, I think. Maybe I should have said no, but she made me feel safe and scared at the same time, and then I saw the guys...”

That stopped Andy for a second.

“Temptation took over.”

“Lust, really. Sorry.”

“Marsha laid it on for you, no need to be sorry.”

“I should have said no. I proved I can’t be trusted,” She looked downcast for a moment. “What you’re working on is right. I may need a ball and chain to keep me safe.”

“I haven’t explored medieval solutions... so far.”

Candy was not about to be distracted by wit, or bondage fantasies.

“What exactly did you do? Please tell me. Even if I’m upset I’ll forgive you anything after what I did to you.”

Andy sat for a moment, running his hand through his hair. “It’s hard to describe because what happened physically is only half of it. So much went on in my head at the same time.”

“When I came back from slut nights, you wanted to know what I did, what I thought about it. I never did very well at that talk. It came out in dribs and drabs for days after and sometimes I didn’t tell you everything. I didn’t know how to.”

“But you expect me to do better than that?”

Candy gave him a weary look.

“Please.”

“Okay love, the deal was that I went there and put myself in her hands and what I learned was up to me. The first night I did what you did. I was strapped to the table with a virtual reality set on my head so some of the time I was seeing what was actually happening to me, and some of the time I was seeing something completely different. I hardly knew who I was, where I was, or even what I was.”

“What did they make you watch?”

“Some of Marsha on that table, and girls being whipped and fucked, all kinds of stuff in virtual reality.

“You did that to try to help me?”

“Yeah, crazy, huh?”

“You amaze me.”

“Mistress amazed me... The first video that came up was some pirate video of you in a club — I think you saw it in the ambulance?”

“You saw that? Oh God, how awful. I’m so sorry love. Oh God.”

“What she was showing me was that I could be out of control, just like you were. They cut together the real time film of me inter-cut with Marsha on the same table from years ago. There was someone sucking my cock at the same time I could see someone fucking Marsha.”

“And you didn’t completely freak out?”

“I think I went past that. Remember I was tied in place, there was nothing I could do. Oh, and they spiked my drink with Viagra.”

“So you were rock hard all night?”

“Something like that.”

“So,” she said, hesitating a little, “how many women did you fuck?”

“I didn’t fuck anyone,” Andy said. “I was fucked, used, quite a lot but it could have been the same mouth each time or a bunch, I couldn’t see. They made me cum several times, but I was so confused by the video in my eyes and ears that I lost count.”

“Wow.”

“It got worse...”

“Don’t you mean better?”

“No.”

“Please tell me Andy.”

“Mistress had set up some sort of competition, or maybe it was fake, I don’t know but it ended up with the girls being whipped, punished for whatever it was that they did, or didn’t do well enough, or maybe it was all faked. I don’t know, but I had to watch. I felt awful because I thought they were being punished because of me, something I’d done or not done. I was so confused and then I felt bad as well. Imagine seeing someone being whipped and thinking it was your fault. It may all have been fake, but the cries and the sounds were fed into my ears and the pictures filled my vision. There was you in the hospital, because I didn’t keep you safe, and then some poor girl, strung up naked, being whipped because of me. It showed me how I could be taken to places where I was completely out of control without doing anything myself.”

Any stopped for a second to get his breath, holding up a hand to stop Candy saying anything.  

“The next morning I had to cane a girl. That was... I don’t know what it was. I had to do it, the girl said she’d get worse if I didn’t. I hated doing it but I learned a lot. I think I did it well, she said I did.” He breathed out, closing his eyes and staying silent, waiting for candy to say something.

“You did all this for me?”

“Yes. I knew I had a lot to learn.”

“Will you cane me one day?”

“No.”

“Caning would be better than spanking.”

“What?”

“It’s sharper, more precise. I’d worry about spanking because of my ribs. Spanking has a lot of energy in it, it shakes the whole body. Caning is focused, less energy concentrated on one place.”

“You’ve never been caned or whipped.”

“I know, but I can imagine. I deserve it for everything I’ve done. I want you to do it... Not right now, when I’m healed up and ready to be displayed. I’d like to be marked.”

“So long as it isn’t a double session with your mother.”

For a second she looked daggers at him.

“Andy I’m serious. I think you should lend me to Mistress for a night, but you have to cane me at the end.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Which makes you crazy for marrying me.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

“Did you tell him?” Marsha said.

“No, I got carried away with asking him about your mistress.”

“We should tell him, I’m not going to bounce him into this.”

“Yeah,” Candy said. “I know. I couldn’t get started. I was going to and then all that stuff about Mistress got in the way.”

“What stuff?”

“What he let her put him through so that he could learn things for me. It made me feel bad.”

“Do you want me to tell him?”

“Would you?”

“Only if you’re there. You know what you said about having to watch him fuck me... I think it’s time don’t you?”

 “When?”

“Tonight. I’m back on nights tomorrow, so we do it tonight and in the morning I think I should cage him, you know, to save him up for the next time.”

“To save him from me?”

“Tomorrow you come to the hospital when I get off nights. You show me how the piercings are doing and maybe I put you in chastity so all the two of you can do is talk. That’ll be good for you.”

“I’m not happy about locking Andy. I’ve done too much to him already. If he is on board, he’ll be faithful. Anyway didn’t he chop up that thing with the angle grinder?”

“He chopped up a device, yes, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t another one. I won’t make you lock him up, but I fancy it, it’s so erotic. I think if I’m turned on we’ll have better sex. Will you feel bad? Especially if I keep the key?”

“Just until you get pregnant? and he has to be able to say no.”

“Don’t worry, l’m sharing, not stealing. Once you show off those piercings, who knows. I may have to get some to stay in the game.”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Candy cooked supper and had the table laid and a bottle of wine open and candles lit when she called Andy.

“Oh, wow, is this some special occasion?”

“Sort of. Could you call Marsha?”

Andy stood at the bottom of the stair and called. In a few seconds, Marsha appeared wearing a black basque with an under-bust quarter cup bra with no panties and black opaque stockings.

“Hey, what’s the occasion?”

She walked slowly down the stairs, or slinked might be a better description. When she was on the last step, she pulled him close and kissed him.

“It’s my turn tonight,” she said. “That’s what’s special. Very special. You and I, and Candy has to watch.”

“Can we use the big bed?”

“Absolutely. There’s one other thing, but I’ll keep that till we’re ready.”

“You two have been planning this.”

“We have, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to make her jealous. Has she made a nice meal?”

“Looks like she’s excelled herself.”

“Please show me to my seat kind sir.”

The meal was good, Candy had tried very hard but Andy knew it wasn’t just about cooking. Something going on. Candy was wearing a track suit, part of her coverup regime since her piercing escapade, while Marsha was resplendent in her sexy underwear. Andy could see some discomfort on Candy’s face, especially when his eyes had been on Marsha’s breast for a little too long.

When the meal was finished Marsha led Candy into the bedroom. She made her stand still while she stripped her, taking off everything apart from her cuffs and the boot on her bad leg.

“Andy be a darling, please strip and stand on the bed. Mind your head on the ceiling.”

She manoeuvred Candy to stand in front of Andy, his cock in her face. “Get to work slut,” she said. “Really, you should be on your knees, but not with that boot on.”

Candy leant forward and took Andy’s cock in her mouth. It didn’t take long before she had some results.

“That’s looking good,” Marsha said. She unfolded a chair from the cupboard.

“Sit,” she said to candy. Marsha knelt in front of Andy and gave his cock a quick suck to keep him hard.

Candy sat on the chair.

“Don’t move unless I tell you,” Marsha said, and then turned to Andy.

“This is the other thing Andy. I stopped taking birth control last month. I want to give the two of you a baby. From now on you’ll be fucking me until I catch, unless you say no right away. Ask Candy if you can knock me up.”

“Sorry Andy,” Candy said. “I couldn’t bring myself to say. It’s Marsha’s idea. It up to you.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he said, his eyes fixed on Candy.

She nodded.

“Candy say it. Yes or no.”

“Yes. Yes I do want this.”

Masha rolled over to look at her as well. “You should tell him the other part.”

“I’m going to make milk,” Candy said. “We’ve looked it up. It’s a big deal, hormones and pumps and stuff to get my tits working, but I want to do it.”

Andy got off the bed and moved to Candy, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her. He felt Marsha come behind him.

“What do I do?”

“Please fuck a baby into Marsha,” Candy whispered.

“Louder.”

“Please knock her up Andy. Oh God. Ignore me if I scream or cry. I’m going to be jealous as hell and loving it at the same time. Fuck her. Please Andy, fuck her. Make our baby.”