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I shut the door behind me. This was really happening, wasn't it? I took a deep breath. This had to be pleasurable for all three of us. If either Sylphy or Roxy felt like I was unduly favoring the other, it could be a blow to their self esteem. Or they might end up hating me. I didn’t want either of those to happen.
“If either one of you feels like I'm not giving you enough attention, please let me know.”
Sylphy and Roxy looked at each other, their faces tinged with red. They seemed to come to some sort of nonverbal agreement, though on what, I had no clue.
“Thanks Rudy, but I don't think it'll really be an issue. You have so much stamina anyway that I feel like I might not even be enough some nights.” Sylphy confessed, with Roxy nodding along.
Ah, so that's what it was. In their minds, I was a perverted beast with endless stamina in bed. While that moniker had a nice ring to it, it was possible Sylphy and Roxy might have felt like they weren't enough for me individually. I couldn't let that happen.
“I'm always satisfied with you both. This isn't about not being satisfied. Put simply, I'm a selfish pervert that wants to have sex with two women at once!” Best to just lay it all out now.
Sylphy giggled while Roxy blushed. “How can you say stuff like that with a straight face?” I heard Roxy mutter.
“Well, we should probably get this started,” Sylphy announced, clapping her hands together, a flush on her face. She was right. We couldn’t sleep in super late, since Roxy had her job to get to in the morning. The night wasn't getting any younger, and I didn't want this to end after only one round or so. That meant we couldn't just spend all our time together chatting. It was time to get down to business.
Figuring that I was the one in the least vulnerable position, as both of them had already seen me naked numerous times, I quickly stripped. While not full mast yet, my arousal was on plain display. Having both girls stare expectantly at my little friend was embarrassing, but also deeply invigorating. I moved to take a seat at the bed, while Roxy and Sylphy once again seemed to communicate with their eyes. Was that some sort of power that women acquired when they married the same man? If that were the case, that was quite the terrible activation requirement.
Sylphy decided to strip first. Here it was. My wives would be seeing each other naked for the first time. While Roxy had inevitably seen Sylphy's breasts when she breastfed Lucy, that was far removed from any sexual context. Well, at least it was for Roxy, I couldn't quite say the same for me.
But soon Sylphy stood there fully exposed. No matter how many times I saw her, I never got tired of it. Her adorable little breasts, perky and firm. Her well toned, slim body still held a certain softness and feminine charm to it. Her pregnancy had somehow only improved her looks, and I didn't know how that was possible. While the slightest of stretch marks were visible on her stomach, I thought it only added to her charm. No blemish or imperfection would ever make Sylphy less beautiful to me.
I could tell Roxy was entranced by her too. She had an envious sort of look at first, as if comparing her body to Sylphy's, but even she was enamored by her sex appeal.
“Wow, this is a lot more embarrassing than I thought it would be.” Sylphy chuckled nervously, then turned to Roxy. “Come on, you too.” She reached out and, before Roxy could protest, used her dexterous hands to strip Roxy naked in record time. A perfect ten from me on the scoreboard. If she doesn't get the gold, I'm rioting! Come to think of it, Sylphy wasn't just Ariel's bodyguard, she was also her attendant. She'd likely had to dress Ariel on many occasions. It made sense that she was good at disrobing people.
Roxy squeaked, finding herself newly naked. I could see her struggling to not cover her body up while we drank her in. Her adorable little body, lacking in much mature feminine charm. I still found her incredibly sexy, though. “You really are beautiful, Roxy.” Sylphy muttered.
At this point, Roxy's blush was the most intense I'd ever seen. Elinalise had laid the groundwork, but maybe we should have worked up to this, rather than jumped right into the deep end? Well, I can't imagine a scenario where I've gotten both of them naked and I don't end up pushing them both down. But maybe some naked socializing between the two? The bath we had would have been perfect for that. Well, it was too late now though. Sorry guys.
“Of course, you're way more beautiful than me.” Whoops, I was so lost in thought that I almost missed Roxy's bashful reply. Can't have that happening again.
But this was a sight that I wouldn't ever forget. My two lovely, adorable wives, naked in front of me. I would take a picture if I could, but unfortunately this world didn't have that technology yet. I couldn't keep them standing forever, however much I loved just looking at them. I wasn't sure at first, but it seemed like they were waiting for me to call them over.
“Come here, you two.” Sylphy grinned and walked over, Roxy in tow. While Sylphy seemed to have mostly adjusted to the situation, Roxy seemed more embarrassed than aroused. It was obvious that I was still the most comfortable person in the room, but I've never had much in the way of personal dignity. Not when it came to my wives, at the very least. If either of them asked, then I'd gladly lick their feet on my knees while they glared down at me, and even stepped on me. And then I'd desperately ask to stick it in, but they'd decline because our positions were too far apart, but they'd still offer to help me with my-
Ahem. Seems like I lost sight of myself. Just to be clear, it wasn't that I was looking forward to such a thing. Just that I would do it if they asked. Maybe I should bring it up one day…
Well, there was no point getting lost in delusions now, with this incredible sight in front of me. Sylphy took a seat at my right, while Roxy took one at my left. Now the question became: how should we do this? In hentai, threesomes always seemed so easy once they actually got started, but obviously hentai logic didn't translate to real life. For one, size differences didn't seem to affect anything, whereas I'd already run into multiple problems with Roxy because of that issue. We were able to work past them, of course, but there were legitimate issues with coordination when it came to threesomes.
Well, I'd imagine. This is my first time having one, after all. But I could already think of a few things. We weren't endlessly flexible, so there's no way it'd be like those flashy scenes in hentai. They always seemed to jump through some pretty crazy positions, but if we wanted to do anything like that, we'd need to directly communicate it. And then there was the fact that Roxy and Sylphy had different temperaments when it came to sex. There was no telling if they'd mix or clash, or even how comfortable they'd be once we were actually doing it. Sylphy seemed like she had gotten over her initial embarrassment, but I could see that Roxy was still a bundle of nerves. If she was too nervous to enjoy the night, then I'd have to call it off. This couldn't be a night where only I enjoyed myself, or even just two of us did.
“Um, Rudy? I think it'd be best if you and Sylphy… start first. I think I need a little bit more time to prepare myself than I thought.” Roxy must have sensed my hesitation. She was clearly putting in a lot of effort to even be here, so I couldn't afford to let her down.
She was proposing that I have sex with Sylphy to start, which seemed like a good idea. Doing it once with each of them seemed like a good way to get them both fully in the mood. And Roxy was offering Sylphy up first. Anyone could tell how nervous she was, so it only made sense.
I glanced over at Sylphy. She nodded, and that was all that I needed. I kissed her, running my hands over her body. Sylphy did the same, and I found myself unable to resist pushing her down onto the bed. Since we were still on the edge of the bed, we moved over to be more in the middle, with Roxy laying on my right. Good thing these beds were quite large. The perks of a rich inn, I suppose.
We had all mostly gotten used to my prosthetic hand, but I still tended to favor my right hand. While the Zaliff Prosthesis was incredible, a true marvel of engineering, its sensation was still limited. I could feel things with it, but it wasn't quite at the level of my actual hand. It was still a prototype, so it's to be expected. I'm lucky to be able to have this much anyway. I'm sure feeling the cloth of the glove wasn't as comfortable as my hand for them either, but neither of them had complained even once, so I couldn't either.
I had to say, having a spectator was pretty exciting. I could see that Sylphy was sending glances over at Roxy, and I couldn't blame her because I was doing the same myself. It was pretty thrilling, especially since I knew what I'd be doing with Roxy in a minute as well. For now though, I had to focus on Sylphy.
As her lips and mine met, our hands ran along each other’s body. I loved the way Sylphy squirmed when I touched her a certain way. I could see that Roxy was enthralled by us, but she was still nervous. Hopefully that would change soon.
It was getting harder and harder to hold myself back. Sylphy was intuitive about this type of thing, probably since we've been together for a long time now. “Go ahead, Rudy.”
Her sweet voice reached my ears, and that signaled the true start. “Can we do it from behind?” This was something I'd only done with Sylphy a few times, and I hadn't gotten around to doing it with Roxy yet. Maybe I wanted to show off to her, just a little.
“Sure.” Sylphy gave her consent, and rolled over so she was on her stomach. Lifting herself up, she wiggled her butt at me. God, thank you for making my wives so sexy. Though technically, God herself was one of those two wives. Was that blasphemous? I might be sent to eternal damnation, straight to the ninth circle, for daring to love my God so much. If that was the fate bestowed upon me for loving Roxy, then so be it.
“Rudy?” Ah, crap, right. Better actually start. For real this time. Gripping Sylphy's waist, I sent a wink over at Roxy. The room was soon filled with the sound of smacking flesh and moans.
Sylphy was often down to try pretty much anything, but she liked missionary the best. Back in my old world, I had declared that anyone whose favorite position was missionary was a boring dumbass who didn't understand the true nature of sex. Pretty damn opinionated, for a virgin. But ever since I've started having sex with Sylphy, I've come to understand the true value of it. It was deeply intimate, a way for you to constantly reaffirm your love for your partner as you stared into their eyes. Well, at the very least, I loved seeing their faces twist and contort in pleasure.
That wasn't something you got with doggystyle, so it was a more distant position. However, it had its merits. For one, I was able to soak in Sylphy's beautiful nape and back. Seeing her grip the bed sheets with both hands as she desperately gasped for air was also a big plus.
I looked over at Roxy, expecting her to be covering her face with hands, with just enough room to peek through. Instead, she was staring at us with vigorous intensity, and her hands had made her way to her crotch. Wow, that was hot. It seems like this was going even better than I intended. Looks like I didn't have to worry about Roxy not being ready for this anymore.
It seemed like Sylphy was about ready to take a break, but I couldn't resist teasing her. I leaned down and lightly bit her ear, placing my hand over hers. She let go of the sheet and grabbed my hand, turning her head to look at me. Her flushed face, slightly misty-eyed and intoxicated with pleasure, made me want to just start thrusting again, but we had another member tonight, so I couldn't neglect her.
While Sylphy caught her breath, I turned my attention fully over to Roxy. She was rubbing her thighs together, eagerly awaiting my touch. I can never get over how cute she is. Oh God, thank you for this wonderful life. I will repent for as long as necessary for the sins I'm about to commit, your holiness.
“Rudy? Are you praying?” Oops, I slipped into prayer without even realizing. Such was the power of my faith.
“Are you ready?” I was pretty sure that she was, what with the masterbating earlier, but it was never a bad thing to confirm it. The last thing I'd ever want to do was to hurt either of them.
“Y-Yeah. I am. You don't have to worry about me, Rudy.” Of course I'd worry about her, that much was a given. But it seemed like her body was ready at the very least. I grasped her wrist and pulled her over to me, taking in the slick feel of her hands. Ah, the nectar of the Goddess. Without thinking, I licked her fingers.
Roxy jerked her hand away from me. She looked at me with a mix of disgust and embarrassment. “Don't do that!”
“Why not? I've eaten you out before, and it tastes delicious.” This was hardly any different from that, I thought. Not that it tastes sweet or anything, but I'll never get tired of tasting my Goddess’ nectar.
“I guess, but this is… it's embarrassing, okay? It can't really taste that good either.” So it had to do with presentation, then? I guess I could understand that. But I still had to prove that I loved her taste.
Feeling her hidden secret garden, I found that it was in the middle of a torrential downpour. Okay, I was immediately tired of that analogy. To put it simply, she was drenched. Perhaps she was secretly a voyeur? Or maybe Sylphy and I were just that enjoyable to watch. Whatever the case, she was clearly ready, even if she seemed to still have mental reservations.
I made a big show of licking my fingers, Roxy glaring at me the whole time. Honestly, it was kind of a turn on. Wait, no, I didn't mean that.
Regardless, I decided to do it in missionary with Roxy. I didn't want to introduce anything new to her right now. I could tell she wasn't really enjoying it as much as normal, which was unfortunate. She seemed more focused on Sylphy than me, and she was working to stifle her moans much more than necessary. I was enjoying myself, obviously, but it was kinda putting a damper on me. It wasn't Roxy's fault though. If anything, it was on me. I was the one forcing them to go through with this. Sylphy seemed to accept it readily enough, as I hoped she would, but Roxy was definitely struggling. I was expecting this, but that didn't mean it wasn't any less disappointing. My goal was for all of us to enjoy this night, and it was looking like I was failing right now.
I soon realized that I had stopped moving, and both of the girls were staring at me. Shit, I must have stopped while I was lost in thought.
“Rudy, I… I'm so sorry.” The defeat in Roxy's voice crushed my heart. “I don't know if I'll be able to do this. I'm so sorry.”
I leaned down to give her a hug. “Please, don't apologize. This is all my fault.”
After a second, she lightly pushed me away. “You and Sylphy were able to do it perfectly fine. I just- I just…” Were those tears in her eyes? Bastard, I'll kill whoever made you cry.
That would be me, huh? Killing myself would be the only proper way to atone, I suppose. I had made one of the most important women in my life cry right in front of me. I was scum. No, worse than that.
I hadn't noticed that Sylphy had moved over, lying on her side directly next to Roxy, so close they were nearly touching. Sylphy studied her intensely for a few seconds. “Are you comparing yourself to me?” She asked in a soft voice.
Roxy looked at her, but there were a few seconds before she said anything. “How are you able to do it? I just keep thinking that Rudy enjoys his time with you more than me. You're so much prettier than me, and you're so much more open to anything he wants to do. Even now, you two were enjoying yourselves and I was just bringing the whole mood down. I just can't compete.”
…What? Was she serious? I wanted to immediately shower her in love and tell her that none of that was true, but I was so shocked that no words were coming out.
“This isn't a competition, Roxy.” Sylphy, somehow expecting an answer like this, was able to talk to her while I was still getting my bearings. I was a failure as a husband. “I understand what you mean, though. I had my own doubts about that as well. This was the Roxy, the teacher that Rudy's revered his whole life. I thought that he might start liking his nights with you more than me.”
They both thought about this? I suppose it made sense. If either of them were doing it with another man, I'd constantly be worried that he would be better than me. But why didn't they tell me?
No, I do understand why. This topic was very intimate and embarrassing, not something most people really like to talk about. Especially when they have insecurities relating to it. That doesn't mean I didn't wish that they'd confided in me earlier. I was the cause of this, though, so I can't act all high and mighty about this situation.
“But, after thinking about it for a while, I realized that Rudy wouldn't ever do anything like compare us. Even now, he's trying his best to treat us both well, right?” Roxy nodded, nervously glancing at me. “I'm sure those worries won't ever really go away. But at least we can confide in each other like this, right?”
“I guess you're right.” Roxy seemed a bit more relaxed than before. I'm not sure if the words themselves had even been that important, or if it was the sentiment. Maybe she just wanted to see how Sylphy viewed it, and Sylphy opening up to her had given her more confidence. Whatever the case, I was just happy that Roxy seemed to be feeling a bit better. With no help from me. I really was pathetic.
Sylphy still looked slightly conflicted about something. After working it over in her mind, she sighed. “I'm not sure how this will turn out, so just let me know if you don't like it, alright?”
I had no clue what she meant, and it looked like Roxy didn't either. Neither of us expected Sylphy to bring her face close to Roxy's and kiss her.
My brain froze. When did Sylphy- I mean had she always- I guess I never asked. My brain was a jumbled mess of thoughts. Hold on. Get yourself in order, finish your thoughts. Was Sylphy bisexual? I hadn't ever asked her, but it was possible. There wasn't any reason to suspect that she wasn't, in any case. The other option was that this had awakened something in her. Oh, what if my wives fell in love with each other through this and left me in the dust? If it made them both happy, I guess I'd have to accept it, even though I'd cry and beg them to not leave me. That made the thought a lot more sad than funny.
Sylphy pulled away, locking eyes with me. She must have seen my expression because she smiled nervously. “Don't worry Rudy, I still love you! More than anything!”
“...Okay.” She really did know what I was thinking most of the time. The question now, however, was how was Roxy handling it?
Well the answer was, she wasn't. She was completely frozen, blushing furiously. It was honestly quite adorable. Sylphy must have thought otherwise, though. “I'm so sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that. I probably creeped you out, right?”
With Sylphy's voice directed at her, Roxy's brain finally finished rebooting. “Uh, well, I mean… I didn't… hate it.” Her voice became so soft that it was hard to hear, but I definitely understood what she was trying to say. A tsun Roxy was always adorable, but there was an inherently sexy aspect to it this time.
“Do you want to continue, Rudy?” Did that put Roxy in the mood again? Or was she just putting on a front right now, desperate to confirm her sexuality? It was an invitation to keep going, so whatever the reason, I'll take it.
“Of course. Just letting you know, I love you just as much as Sylphy, okay?” Roxy nodded solemnly. I couldn't resist kissing her myself as we started back up again. Sylphy was a lot more proactive this time, caressing both me and Roxy. Roxy seemed to be enjoying it more than before. I didn't think that Sylphy actually joining in would be such a turn on for her.
I later heard from Roxy that Sylphy being more involved made her feel accepted, so she was able to relax. I didn't fully understand it, but at least that meant we were all finally enjoying our time together.