Stay in the Master Bedroom

But she didn't sleep soundly. Zoe dreamt she was back in the lab kneeling in front of the replicator again like she did almost every day to analyze data. Everything was in the green, and they were about fire up the machine for a routine test when she felt strong hands grab her shoulders.

"Cameron, what are you-" she asked before he pushed her into the replicator.

"Cameron, no!" she screamed and tried to get out but he slammed the door closed in front of her. He smiled with pure evil as he powered up the control panel and she tried to push the door open. But the lasers were already scanning. Then a line of identical, naked Zoes proceeded out of the output compartment. Some of them stopped at the door of the machined to leer and laugh at her. A third of them all rubbed their naked tits and asses all over her husband. Still another group of them stopped between her and the control panel to put on a sexually charged dance.

She pounded the glass futilely again and again while screaming at her husband.

"You bastard!" she cried, but she wasn't angry, just utterly betrayed.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said as the other Zoe's planted big sloppy kisses all over his bare chest, "They'll be better than you ever were."

"Bye-bye, Zoe!" the other Zoes smiled and waved at her. Tears welled up in her eyes, then he pushed the lever. She mercifully woke screaming and sobbing before she experienced being quantumly torn apart again.

"Zoe!" the real Cameron said, "Breathe, honey! Breathe!" She stared at him through her tears and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Will you still love me even with the other two around?" she asked, "Will they replace me?"

"Zoe, they aren't some other woman," he said, "They're you."

"Promise me, Cameron," she said, "Promise me that I'll still be your one true love even if there are five, ten, or a hundred more of me!"

Cameron didn't know what to say. Their lives, hell their marriage had just gotten infinitely more complicated. If the other Zoe's had all of her memories, then they would all be feeling the same way. But right now, the honest answer wasn't the one she wanted to hear. When she was in the right state of mind they would talk about it, but right now she was in shock and needed him to be a good husband.

"I can't promise that," he said, "but I can promise that I will try my hardest." She kept crying and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you," she whispered into his ear. She inhaled his scent and kissed his neck softly as he groped her lower back. He grabbed a handful of her shirt as she started kissing him faster and faster, along his cheek then his open mouth. She squeezed him tighter then fell over sideways in the bed.

Zoe caressed her husband's muscular chest while Cameron's hands slipped under her panties to pet her butt. Then she pulled him over on top of her, trapping herself under him as she squirmed and ached with raw need.

She understood this probably wasn't the best time. In fact, it was probably a terrible time, but she felt more **** and terrified than she had in years. Her own self was no longer a constant in the chaos of life, but she still had her husband. He was her solid rock and foundation in what was soon to be a roiling sea of Zoe's. A small part of her also needed proof that they were still in love, although she recognized that even she was not the original Zoe he had fallen in love with. But she pushed that aside as he devoured her lips and neck while she raked her fingers through his hair.

"Oh, Cameron," she sighed as she planted dozens of hungry kisses all over his shoulders. She couldn't take it anymore and reached down to frantically wiggle out of her panties. They needed to come off more than anything in the world. Her need was alike one of the fundamental forces of the universe, like electromagnetism and gravity. Clones be damned, she needed to make love to her husband.

Finally free of the accursed panties, she tossed them against the wall and groped urgently for Cameron's rigid penis. Cameron took the hint, slid his pajama bottoms down to his knees, and lined himself up with her sweet-smelling, weeping pussy. Zoe wrapped her firm, athletic legs around his waist and pulled him inside of her.

"Don't stop," she whimpered, "Don't you dare. Don't you dare!" Every time she fucked Cameron was like unleashing a beast, an uncontrollable, horny, sexy, loving beast. He pistoned in and out of her like an engine, and the whole bed shook under the onslaught. Zoe planted her hands against the headboard for support as he plowed her.

"I love you so much," he growled into her ear with such genuine passion that she nearly came from his words alone.

"I love you so much too!" she almost screamed, "Flip over! I want to ride you to the moon!" Cameron didn't even pull out of her as he rolled her over on top of him. She grabbed hold of his thighs and bounced on his dick with zealous desperation and passion.

Her tits were hardly huge, but enough that watching them bounce and sway always drove her husband over the edge. He lunged forward at those tits and ripped into them like a present, attacking her nipples with his tongue.

"Baby, you're an animal!" she screamed, not caring about the other two of her in the house.

"You're an animal!" he said as she rode him. Her creamy tits and thighs glistened deliciously in the blue nightlight, and his solid abs and muscular chest rolled like flexed like they had a life of their own. They weren't just madly in love, their bodies drove each other insane.

Zoe thought she might have heard the door creak, but she was too absorbed with love and lust to care. She felt herself about to cum and she sped up while playing with her clit to push herself over the edge. Cameron meanwhile felt his cock filling up as well.

"I'm cumming, Zoe!" he announced, then in a moment of clarity, he remembered something. Something critically important.

"I'm cumming too!" Zoe yelled, "Fuck I'm cumming like a volcano!"

"Zoe! No, stop!" but he exploded inside of her despite his protests and Zoe's sex clenched around his shaft so tight that it felt like she might rip it off.

"AAAACHYYYOOO!"

Zoe always had sneezing orgasms.

"Damn it, Zoe!" Cameron groaned.

"Holy shit! Cameron, that was-" the new Zoe started to say then realized she was lying down next to him while the original was still sitting on top. Zoe prime immediately slumped over and collapsed in bed, defeated and exhausted.

"Well, it was fun while it lasted, "Cameron said. Both his wives took his hands in theirs and stared at the ceiling in frustration until they all fell back asleep.