An empty bed and a distant argument

You wake up the next morning hearing an argument somewhere else in Carrie's apartment. It sounds bad, with multiple muffled voices shouting at each other. You stretch your arms and take a gander over at the alarm clock. Its block red letters spell out that it's just after six a.m. Good, you think to yourself. You didn't oversleep and miss your 8:00 a.m. meeting with your boss. It's at this point that you notice that Carrie's bed is empty, except for you. Due to the fact that it's summer you laid on top of the blankets last night, and you feel the spots next to you. Each side is warm, indicating that both Natalie and Carrie slept with you last night.

You smile at the memory of last night. You wonder how long Carrie and Natalie went at it after you fell asleep. You hope not too long, and resolve that next time you sleep with Natalie you won't be so worn out beforehand. Well, next time you shouldn't have to fuck Carrie in order to impress Natalie into sleeping with you.

You're disturbed from your thoughts by the sound of a slamming door in the distance. You figure it's the front door and move to get up. But before you can, the bedroom door opens. Your girlfriend, who you declared your mutual love with, attempts to sneak in and not wake you. She's wearing a comfortable but surprisingly skimpy night gown. The silk hangs loosely off her shoulders, and regular movement manages to set her nipples free constantly. Once she sees that you're awake, she smiles and bounds over to you, snuggling up to your side. You kiss her lightly on the lips, and she begins to interrogate you about last night.

"So, what'd you think of last night? I really outdid myself, in my opinion"

"An excellent choice from you, I'd say. Is that true what you said last night? That she needed to fuck someone else."

"Of course. That's the reason I chose her first. I know my bachelors in psychology isn't worth much, but I think it does allow me a little insight into those close to me. And I've known for a long time that Natalie, deep down, has been truly unhappy. And if her getting fucking plowed by you was the best way for her to confront that aspect of her, I'm happy to offer you up. Even if it will take her more time to realize it."

"Was that the shouting and arguing I heard?" Your brunette girlfriend nods, and you continue on. "What happened? Are you two okay?"

"We will be. She just accused me of getting her drunk and coercing her to sleep with you." Your eyes widen, if Natalie went to the cops she wouldn't exactly be lying about what the three of you got up to last night. Carrie sees your expression and placates you immediately. "Don't worry, she'll soon realize that she needs a cock like yours. And since she doesn't want to risk an affair with someone random, she'll come crawling back to you. I give it four days, tops."

"Really? That argument sounded pretty bad. You sure she'll want to fuck again?"

"Definitely. And you know what? Let's bet on it. It's Thursday morning, now. If she's not bouncing on your cock by the end of the weekend, I'll ramp up my next choice. Rather than a threesome, my third choice will actually be two women. You'll get a foursome."

"Alright, I'm certainly tempted. What do you get if you win?"

"I get your next choice. Let's assume that you'll make your second choice soon and we lock that in. But choice numbers three and four are mine. And you can't veto, at all. No matter how much you want to."

The two of you hadn't talked about vetoes, but it made sense. You weren't even scratching the surface of the perverted kinks of Carrie's mind, and she might shock you with how many women she would be fine participating in a threesome with. On the other hand, the only thing better than a threesome was a foursome. You were sure that at some point there would be diminishing returns, but a foursome was too exotic and tempting to resist.

"Deal." You hold out your hand to shake on it, but Carrie shakes her head.

"You've got something else I'd like to shake. You fucked Natalie so hard last night that you didn't have time for poor old me. And my pussy needs your cock every single day." Still clad in just her nightgown, she poises her pussy over your cock and sinks down in one swoop.

You're surprised that you still had morning wood after last night, but you guess your hormones are just working overtime now. Rather than your typical frenzied and lustful fucks, this session feels more like making love. Carries set a languid pace, and you let her control the flow after her accomplishments last night. After each bounce, the love of your life leans down and gives you a passionate kiss. You hardly mind, and you caress her perky ass in appreciation.

The benefit of this style of sex is that you feel no urge to cum. It's just constant, comfortable, and relaxing pleasure. You take this opportunity to pull down her nightgown and it pools around her waist. While Carrie doesn't have the largest breasts, you love their perkiness and how hard her nipples get. You note that they're just as hard as usual, and you smile at how responsive Carrie is in bed.

Eventually, Carrie's massaging cunt gets to you and you feel the urge to cum. You give your customary warning of a dual grope on her ass, and she speeds up to cum alongside you. You know that she's on the pill so you unload in her pussy. Her pussy milks all of you out, and while it's far from your biggest load it's quite sizable.

Carrie pulls off your dick and cups the load in her pussy. She heads to her dresser and pulls out a no-show thong. She quickly puts it on, once again trapping your load in her pussy.

"You know." You say. "That's not very sanitary."

"I'm aware. But I get so hot knowing that I'm carrying a part of you around all day. It inspires me to be truly devious in my machinations, knowing the great man I'm doing this for." Carrie looks over at her alarm clock, and motions at the time. "Unfortunately, it's time for you to go. Your work has too many married hotties for you to get fired. Let me know your next married woman you want us to seduce is, so we can start making a plan." You nod and drag yourself out of bed. After last night and this morning, work was going to be a slog, to say the least.