Yes, a vision of a potential future

You open your eyes, and it takes you a moment to realize that you're not actually awake; you are dreaming. There are a few obvious ways that you can tell that, namely, you're in a bed so large that it puts an Alaskan King size to shame. The other, more obvious manner is that your girlfriend, Carrie, is sitting on a rocking chair to your left, breastfeeding a baby.

Before you can react to the shocking sight, your body goes into autopilot and you roll out of bed, heading towards the love of your life, Carrie.

"Hey there sleepyhead," Carrie teases, eyes bright at the sight of you. "You just missed Natalie and Nicole. They already left for work."

"It's fine," you assure. "I'll see them in the next couple of days. How's our daughter?"

"Thirsty as ever. Though I suppose I shouldn't complain, because I do credit her with the cup size my boobs have grown. So, she can drink from me as much as she wants."

"Trust me, I appreciate it too." Switching subjects, you say, "So, who's on the docket today?"

Carrie presses a couple buttons on the nearby nightstand, which turns on a nearby screen of your sexual itinerary for the next month. "Let's see..." Carrie murmurs, squinting at the schedule. "Oh, that's right. Helen's coming in today. In fact she should be here in the next half hour."

"Wonderful," you reply, smiling in anticipation of the second woman you shared with Carrie arriving at your mansion. "It's been far too long since we've seen her."

There's a quiet knock on the bedroom door, and Carrie calls out, "Come in." A beautiful maid enters the room carrying a tray of food, adorned in a sluttified French maid outfit. "Thank you," Carrie greets as the maid approaches you and sets the tray on the bed next to you. She curtsies and then quickly departs.

Carrie stands up from the rocking chair and puts your daughter in a nearby crib, before sitting on the bed with you to enjoy breakfast. You eat and make small talk with Carrie for the next fifteen minutes until the doorbell rings. You move to go answer the door, but Carrie grabs your arm, chiding, "Come on honey, let one of the maids get it."

Properly chided, you sit back down and pull Carrie into your arms. "I'm not sure if I'm ever going to get used to having maids wait upon me," you share. "I mean, it's been a year I still try to answer the door and clean up my own messes."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it eventually. In the meantime, just relax and bask in the luxurious life that we live."

"Oh trust me, I appreciate it. Meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me, by far. I've never made a truly emotional connection with a woman until I met you," you state.

"And finding you completed a part of me that I never even knew that I was missing," Carrie replies. "I'm just ecstatic that I've found someone to share this wealth with. Too often woman of my stature and means end up in a loveless marriage where they fill the void in the heart with soulless sex with whichever boy toy they can find."

"Right. Our marriage is just me, the husband, having sex with whichever slut I can find."

Carrie playfully slaps you. "You know our system is more sophisticated than that. We identify beautiful women who aren't sexually satisfied in their life and give them the erotic ecstasy they so richly deserve."

"And the benefits that we get ourselves aren't too bad either, of course," you reply.

"Of course," Carrie responds, a wide smile on her face.

The door to your master bedroom bursts open, and in walks an extravagant blonde woman, decked in the latest fashions of this season. She tosses her purse on the nearby dresser and strides up to you.

"Hello Master. Hello Mistress," Helen greets, facing each of you in turn. In the years since you first met Helen, back when she was Ted's husband, Helen had somehow become even more beautiful. The lack of stress and overall happiness with her life led to her looking and feeling better, which definitely made you happy too.

"Welcome back my ****," you intone, standing up and walking to her. "It has been far too long." Helen eagerly accepts your kiss and melting into your arms. But the kiss doesn't last long, because Helen shifts over to Carrie and kisses her Mistress in a greeting as well.

"That it has." Helen says, somewhat regretfully. "But I'm certainly ready to make up for lost time. I assume that I'm too late for your daily wake up blowjob."

"He hasn't actually," Carrie interjects. "Natalie and Nicole must have wore him out last night, because he just woke up a short time ago."

"Then you wouldn't I mind if I got my breakfast, Master?" Helen requests, getting to her knees to plead. "I've traveled to half a dozen countries in the past month, sampled a plethora of the finest foods the world has to offer, but I all I really wanted in my mouth was your perfect cock."

"Of course you can suck me, Helen. I would never keep my dick from you."

Helen slips down your underwear, which is all you wear to bed nowadays. When your cock appears, Helen gives it a lovingly fond gaze, as if finally reunited with a best friend. Helen tentatively reaches her hand out to stroke, but you intercept her and hold her hand. "Aren't you forgetting something, my dear?"

"Of course, how could I forgot." Helen unbuttons her blouse and jacket, before tugging down her skirt and panties. Whilst doing so, Carrie walks behind her to undo her bra, and soon Helen is naked at your feet. "A married **** must always look her best for her master, whether in public or in private," Helen recites. You give a nod to indicate that Helen can start, and she reaches her left hand up to your cock to start stroking. Adorned on her left ring finger, of course, is her gigantic diamond ring from her husband, Peter.

After her divorce from Ted all those years ago, Helen had no intention of every marrying again. You didn't mind either, because after all, you'd be crazy to turn down the full attentions of such a beautiful woman. But eventually, Helen met Peter, a nice trust fund kid who treated her well and could give her the financial freedom she yearned for. Of course, she would never dream of ending her sexual relationship with you. So when she asked for your approval, you decided to meet Peter, along with Carrie.

And to be honest, Peter assuaged all of your concerns. He wasn't braggadocios with his wealth, and you got the impression that he waited on Helen hand and foot. And Carrie instantly gave him her seal of approval. Apparently, she had known that he was a cuckold from the moment she met him, and that he would hardly mind if you and Helen continued fucking.

You could hardly protest the fact that Helen gave a portion of her heart away to someone else, particularly because Carrie had such a large portion of yours. And because you were quite fond of Helen, the fact that she had a wonderful husband to be with everyday was an acceptable compromise for you, even if your lizard brain wanted to chain Helen to the foot of your bed and fuck her nonstop.

"So," Helen brings up while tickling the tip of your cock with her tongue. "I do have some news for you, and a sizable request."

"Whatever the request is," Carrie says, "We'll do it. We both love you, and we want to help you in any way we can."

"Definitely," you add, though you vocabulary is limited due to the skill of Helen's handjob and blowjob combo.

"Well, the news is that Peter and I want to have a baby. And I guess that the request is pretty obvious."

"Really? What is it?" you ask, able to talk a little easier now that Helen has transitioned into just stroking you, as devastatingly effective it is. Helen and Carrie both give you a look of pity; clearly, they think that the request is obvious. "Oh, I get it," an insight coming to your mind. "You want Carrie and I to be the godparents. We would be honored to."

In response, Carrie futilely attempts to stifle a laugh while Helen just shakes her head in disappointment. "What I mean is," Helen finally says, slowly so that you can better understand her, "Would you be the father? I wanted to wait until Carrie and you had a child together first, but now that you have and your daughter is healthy, I need to know. Would you fuck me and impregnate me such that I bear your child?"

It takes all your willpower not to pick Helen up, throw her on the bed, and fuck her until you're cumming deep inside her and leaving nothing but a creampie. It is a testament to your devotion to Carrie that you look to her for her input, but at the moment, she's just smiling and looking proudly at the two of you. "Of course you can bear your master's child, Helen. That's what masters are for."

With Carrie's go ahead you disengage from Helen, which earns you a disappointed mewl from her. You have bigger and better things on your mind though. You help her off her knees and position her doggy style, just like the first time you had sex all those years ago.

"Wait," Helen lets out, giggling. "We don't have to do it quite yet. My ovulation window isn't for three weeks."

"Well," you reply, "It doesn't hurt to try." You sink in, and you're welcomed back into Helen's lovely pussy. You're so revved up at the thought of impregnation, however unlikely it is, that you don't last long. As you ejaculate, you wake up, remembering once more that this was just a dream.