The girls make a great team

Things went on without so much as a bump in the road, at least so far as the interpersonal dimension of things went. As far as you could tell, that was the important part.

You had always heard stories about how a threesome might have seemed like a workable idea at first, but the balance usually seemed to get thrown out of whack by certain intimate bonds either outgrowing each other or being stifled by others.

It’d only been three weeks, but that didn’t seem like the case here. In fact, in certain situations it seemed unnatural for you to be with Jan without Jane around, or vice versa — especially the sex.

Not that the sex was the most important thing, but it was better, for one, and…remarkably varied for another. You had gotten used to seeing Jan wrapped up in Jane’s more curvaceous frame, but that didn’t always mean making love to a fully- (or even mostly-dressed) Jan.

One night you screwed her while she simply wore Jane’s underwear. Interestingly enough, the foreplay started while you were lounging on the couch together, you in some sleep pants, and Jan in Jane’s underwear, T-shirt, and a pair of Jane’s old sweatpants that you normally hated… Except that now the sweatpants didn’t look so frumpy now that Jane can fill them with whatever shape she could place in the container.

Hell, even the snuggling was good before the naughtier things started going down. Jane apparently loved the feeling of both of your bodies against her, because she was happy to overfill the shirt and the sweatpants with soft, billowy curves, and lounge right there with you…staying more quietly content then you could ever remember her being. This form wasn’t just fun to touch, but it also had the added bonus of keeping your eighty kilos or so from cutting off Jan’s circulation anywhere, even with the full weight on her body bearing down on her.

You also learned later that Jane had a lot of fun in this shape being a sort of conduit for your touch. You’d grab an oversized breast in a soft and thinly-stretched cotton T-shirt, and you’d hear Jan sigh in the same moment — a result of her own sensitive breasts being groped by the cups of Jane’s bra. (And it was kind of blurry for you, at this point, but if you remembered correctly, that’s how the foreplay started anyway.)

Sometimes you’d peel a part of Jane off — in this case the T-shirt — and she’d partially maintain her shape, lifting Jan’s torso up with her bra as she positioned the T-shirt behind her, nestling Jan’s head between a cottony cloud of two giant breasts, and tapering the torso down halfway so that Jan’s body still met the couch as you began shifting your hips against her.

Sometimes Jane would pull herself off of Jan’s body voluntarily – in this case the sweatpants — gyrating Jan’s body as she did so in a sort of dancing striptease as she used her ghostly abilities to invade your clothes just enough to pull them off of you.

Before long, you were meeting the pleas of not one, but two cooing voices telling you to fuck Jan, and Jane’s panties would remain on her, sliding aside to let you in her while adding some extras to the game like playing with your balls or teasing Jan’s ass. You found yourself palming one of Jan’s perky little tits beneath Jane’s overinflated bra while simultaneously pressing your fingers deep into an emulated breast in the T-shirt.

One night, after stripping you both, Jane left all the clothes behind except for some very strategically-selected gloves, and a pair of black opera gloves restrained your wrists out to either side of you as a pair of red opera gloves fitted themselves onto Jan’s waiting hands, directing her motions at first and dominating you both in a way you never expected to experience. At some point, Jan’s worn red gloves threaded her fingers with yours, freeing the black gloves to each caress a body as Jane brought her kinky involvement to a new level with two more pairs of exam gloves, lubricated with some silicone-based magic that she and Jan had bought in-secret earlier that week.

One day you came home to find a very-aroused Jan seemingly pinned against the wall (literally pinned against it, as in not touching the floor) wearing a lace and satin camisole, matching crotchless panties, and stockings that would normally be worn with garters — except that Jane had no need for them since she was in control of positioning the silky nylons right down to the thread.

You’d seen this set of lingerie before, but it had been a while since Jane wore it, and this time it was punctuated with a pink toy pistoning in and out of Jan. That you didn’t recognize, so you assumed they snuck it over from Jan’s apartment.

Once you were close enough to the suspended Jan to be within Jane’s astral range, she efficiently undressed you down to everything but your skivvies, which she used to pull you closer before making your waistband yawn to release your already-hard cock. What she did next must have been a surprise to both of you, because Jan was gasping ‘omigod, omigod, don’t drop me, please don’t dr—” before Jane used her precision astral dexterity to sheathe you inside Jan’s passionately-willing slit.

Still another day, Jane had surprised you both yet again when a package came in the mail. Neither of you were allowed to open it, and she had Jan stand just outside your bedroom door in a Jane-occupied nightgown so that she could be close enough to manipulate the contents of the package in the bedroom.

When the door open itself again, Jane greeted you both with a loud ‘ta-da!’, Revealing that your queen bed was now dressed in an expensive satin sheet set. You and Jan both found yourself staring in astonishment at the positive form that seemed to be filling out the middle of the bed from beneath the sheet. When she beckoned you both over, you were a little more apprehensive then Jan, but within a few seconds of the possessed sheet set gliding over your skin and wrapping your bodies together in ways you couldn’t have imagined, you were both ready to pretty much trust her sexual ingenuity from that point on.

But just like you mentioned—it wasn’t only the sex that was working out great.

House chores were never really an issue for you and Jane before, but now they were pretty much taken for granted. As long as whatever Jan wore was only a room away, Jane found she could split her attention to at least one other task pretty easily. And as much as Jane appeared to like showing off her astral abilities, she also did some things pretty invisibly, as if she'd be bored without a stream of constant activity. A couple weeks into the situation, there would often be a laptop or tablet nearby doing clandestine work on projects Jane claimed ‘would make the finances a little easier’, though she urged you and Jan to leave the details to her.

The only issues that came up during this entire test arrangement were the fact that Jane was limited in her astral multitasking and range due to her decision to only use the machine at medium power, and the fact that, at some point, Jane would regain her tangible, physical form.