Story Arc 2: One week later

March 31st, 2022.

You gulp down the glass of cool water and sighed, refreshed.

"I really needed to get more hydrated," You thought, stretching your neck. "Especially if I keep getting into fantastic orgies like last night."

It has been a week since you started taking control of the group of old college friends that arrived at your doorstep and you have been having a blast. By now, there are not many positions left you hadn't fucked Kate and Ava in and it has been such a delicious ride so far; especially in regards to watching your redheaded wife fully embracing her lesbian side with a passion. The best part about that was you didn't psychically enhance her attraction to women so her hunger for her fellow sister wives was all hers. God, did she enjoyed scissoring.

Then, last night you finally bedded all your wives that were currently in the bunker with you, new and old, in the same session. And you certainly didn't have a difficult time recovering your hardness when needed; not with your eyes being overloaded by all of the magnificent sapphic action. You smirked fondly, recalling the moment your wives started a daisy chain. What a hot night.

You spent the next few minutes finishing your breakfast, glad you could finish the eggs and oatmeal from the last batch before they spoiled. Then you stood up and placed your used cutlery on the dishwasher machine, waiting for it to get full before turning it on.

When you turned around, Luciana was there on the stairs, smiling at you.

"Oh, hey there," You said. "Slept well?"

"Not really," She said, giggling. "Your wives were enjoying themselves a little too loudly."

"Ah," You chuckled shamelessly. "Yeah, sorry about that. Kate was so excited about her first time in a lesbian foursome that she wouldn't stop until she compared how they all tasted like and then scissor them for good measure. And that's not even counting the time I fucked her missionary style while the other three kept her mouth and tits busy. Suffice to say, I couldn't have stopped her screams of pleasure even if I wanted to."

The Brazillian woman shuddered at that as you smirked. A couple of days ago, you decided to slightly increase her sexual attraction to females. You didn't push that hard, really, but it was enough to get her a point higher into the Kinsey scale. Then, you made her understand that it was normal for her host to have sex with the women of his harem anywhere in the bunker, including in front of her; like that time yesterday morning when she was pleasantly surprised to find you enjoying three of your wives on the living room.

Since then, you have been waiting to see what happened and from her reaction to your steamy tales, it seems she is almost ready to crack.

Still, just to be a nice guy you resolve to give her an out, if she chooses to take it.

"I see you are dressed for the first time since the day you arrived," You noted, playing along. "Any particular reason for that?"

"I was actually hoping you could tell me," Luciana replied, confused. "All Laura told me was to get dressed and meet you here.

As if on cue, the woman in question took that moment to return to the kitchen and you turned around, checking out your wife in skimpy clothing that accentuated her breasts.

"I see you decided not to wait for me to return to cook you breakfast," She said, raising the wooden spoon in mock outrage. "How am I supposed to feed my husband when he loses his patience before I return from the errands he sends me to do first?"

"By overcompensating with your own pussy juices later," You answered slowly, lust in your eyes.

She shuddered, nodding. "Sounds about right."

Luciana watched the whole exchange in silence but out of the corner of your eyes, you could see she started rubbing her clothed pussy almost imperceptibly. Before you could put a temporary stop to that, the rest of the girls arrived.

"So, why exactly have we dressed again?" Kate asked in a disappointed tone but with a curious look.

You chuckle. "Well, it's harvest time so I thought you would like a tour through my hydroponic farm. And it's polite to be dressed when you are trading food with another group of people. So, follow me; I'll explain when we get there."

Author's note: This is the beginning of the second story arc and yeah, I know it was lower on sex but I am building up to that. For now, though, let's get some more important explanations for the plotline, shall we? As always, feedback is appreciated. Until the next time.