Maybe one more round...

Your jizz dribbles out of Harrow’s perfect pink slit on to Chattaya’s hairy gaping pussy, mingling with the cum that you deposited there. They are kissing each other again, deep kisses broken licking the silvery semen off each other’s faces.

The pause gives you pause. What the actual fuck is happening? Since when were you capable of doing that? Since when did women want you to do that?

You sit down at the head of the bed.

“Do you guys do this a lot?” You ask.

“Never” Chattaya says.

“I’m engaged” Harrow says. “I guess I was engaged” she corrects herself looking at your cock again.

“I’m married, with kids, but they are not really important now” Chattaya says.

Fuck. You’ve ruined, lives, you’ve ruined families. The weight of your cock on your thigh, once a thing of pride, you now realise is a thing of responsibility.

“You’ve never messed around with girls before?” You ask.

“No I was never attracted to them before, but now” Chattaya says massaging one of Dr Harrow’s small breasts.

“Ok ok” you mutter, weird how normal it has become that these two doing what they are doing barely a rise out of you.

“Your name is daffodil” You tell Chattaya. “What is your name?”

“Daffodil” Chattaya says

“Its not nurse Chattaya” you ask

“No just Daffodil” She says as if its obvious.

“Ok ok, ok, your name is Chattaya again”

“Ok, shall we fuck again” She responds with that smile.

A large part of you wants to but this is more important.

“Are you both on the pill?” You ask

Harrow nods, Chattaya says, “No I got my tubes cut after my second child”

Fine.

“When you leave the room you will forget this happened. You will always be fond of each other but it will be based on friendship not sex. As far as you are concerned I am attractive but otherwise normal, definitely not the kind of person you will dump your families and future over”

“Sure” Harrow says, “But for now” Her hand moves up her inner thigh.

You struggle to remain focused. “Neither of you want to have sex right now”. The atmosphere in the room changes significantly;.

“Get dressed” you tell both of them “Chattaya, show me to Officer Gonzalez’s room”