Spending quality time with her wife

Yvette finally came home and took a long sigh after seating herself on the sofa, finally getting to come home in the evening light to her wife and the start to her weekend. She was greeted by Daiane who, with a warm smile, kneeled down, and helped release Yvette's cock from her sweatpants.

"How was work today, love?" Daiane said, giving gentle strokes to the fully grown mast she had grown to love.

"So much has happened," Yvette closed her eyes, feeling Daiane's warm hands work her magic. Yvette recounted her day. With each frustrating or some over-the-top customer who complained about the equipment, each disappointing associate who didn't do their job, or each unorganized or poorly maintained class she had to come and clean up because the janitors didn't do their job, Daiane made sure she sped her movement, washing away all her frustration while gently licking the large shaft.

"Did you meet anyone...interesting?" Daiane teased. "Someone to help you with this?" She lowered her head and sucked on the tip of Yvette's hard cock; a gentle moan slipped from Yvette.

"No...," Yvette answered. "No one."

"So sad," Daiane took this time to spit on the cock, lubricating it to slide her fingers quicker. "I bet there are plenty of women who would marry you the moment they see this," Daiane went right back to servicing Yvette.

"Unfortunately, the...women here only want single partners," Yvette said, moaning between Daiane's blowjob. "Many are content with a single child and do not have the endurance to keep up with me. How will I...ugh...convince any of them to conceive my children?"

"Let me show you how..." Daiane stood up and sat down on Yvette, locking her legs on either side of her lover, while rocking her breasts against Yvette's and giving deep kisses.

Yvette pulled herself away. "Dear. If I drop my pants in public, the police won't be too kind about it. This isn't the tribe."

"No," Daiane whispered, she raised her hips and lined up Yvette's cock to the base of her cunt. "But what women will deny themselves of this?"

Daiane lowered herself onto Yvette, the cock pushing its way deeper and deeper, until it gives way. The sound of the dining room was filled with their hushed moans. Daiane settled herself before moving motioning her, rocking her hips with uncontrollable desire, pushing herself down onto Yvette's mighty cock and feeling the tip kiss her cherry.

Yvette grabbed her wife's hair, pulling her in tightly and giving her a long deep kiss, mostly to keep them from screaming too loud. With her other hand, Yvette reached down and gripped her hand around Daiane's firm butt, helping her rock in rhythm.

Daiane sped her movements, letting herself get rougher. Yvette slipped a moan, pulling Daiane closer to keep herself from shouting. She was on the brink of cumming, and Daiane sensed it. She squeezed the walls of her pussy, tightening her grip on the dick everytime she pulled away.

Before long, Yvette's grunting becoming arhythmic, a telltale sign for Daiane that the floodgates were open, and she felt the torrent of cum release within her, spilling out of her with incredible ****, and leaked all over the couch beneath them.

The two sat there for some time, Daiane still straddling Yvette hardened cock. "That is...what women desire," Daiane said in gasps, she fingered some of the cum and brought to her lips, licking them away. "Im sorry I can't do more. What I would give to feel you hitting the back of my womb again, but once our baby is born..." Daiane rubbed her stomach.

"Its fine Daiane. You feel good." Yvette comforted. "You need to relax. I can take care of us now.

"For now, yes. But I am one wife. I cannot raise a proper tribe, let alone care for your constant lust or more children. You will need your harem," Daiane continued to rub her belly.

"Dont worry, love. Let me comfort you now." The two passionately kissed, feeling the warmth between them and the sticky cum still trickling down Yvette's cock from Daiane's pussy.

After cleaning up all the cum, Yvette checked on her two kids, who were soundly asleep on their bed. Yvette gave each one a gentle kiss and patted them on the hand. She could see her oldest daughter, Lily, gave a smile.

...

The apartment they rented wasn't anything large, much less capable of holding an entire harem with a family. For now, it was enough to keep the Yvette and Daiane secure. They had a nice place on the first floor on the outskirts of the city, close to the forest. The apartment was run down compared to most places, but the close proximity to the forest was a soothing reminder of their home compared to the hectic on-goings in the city. The forest provided interesting wildlife and a nice place to explore. While hunting was strictly forbidden, berries were everywhere and Daiane delighted in picking them, sweeter than anything she recalled from home, and Yvette took a lot of pleasure in exploring and climbing.

They brought their things from the amazon to their new home, even the small trinkets they picked up along their adventures. The walls were crumbling with paint, the carpet was old and musty, and they would sometimes hear the neighbors directly above them. But it was quiet. Few cars passed by, and they were on good terms with their neighbors, who were intrigued by their origins. The flat didn't carry much furniture, but the few things they did buy were enough to live on.

Yvette worked every other day as a trainer, taking her day offs to focus on developing her own endurance and strength. She brought home food from the store and spent her time in the forest working on a bow or simple tools she crafted from scratch. The items in her new forest weren't quite the same as in the amazon, and she found the nature here didn't always have as tough of a crafting material as she could have wanted. Regardless, she enjoyed showing off her talents to passing hikers and impressed them with her understanding of nature and survival.

While Yvette worked, Daiane walked the kids every day, taking them to the forest and watched her oldest daughter, Kyna, picking berries and attempting to catch butterflies. Daiane would frequently climb the trees, to the surprise of passing hikers, and bring back more berries and sometimes a bird egg, raising the little things and training them as her pets.

Life between them went well. But Yvette thought of her tribe often, worrying for its success. If she had any hope for creating a future for her kind, especially her tribe, she was going to need to find someone here who would be willing to raise her kids.