Was it all a dream?

You slowly wake up, leaving your eyes closed. You’re still partly convinced last night was all a fantastic sexy dream. You slowly become aware of your body, you don’t feel any warm naked flesh pressed against you. The scent of breakfast being prepared drifts in from the kitchen, so at least Katie is real. You laugh to yourself. Your morning wood is obnoxiously hard between your legs. You reach down to adjust it and get it out of the way. You strain your ears and can hear the sounds of the kitchen from downstairs. You lick your lips and find some of Katie’s taste still on them, so that happened too. You open your eyes to an empty bedroom, the covers are still all messed up but that could be from you and Katie. You grab your phone and check your messages, lots of happy birthday wishes from your friends and coworkers and Katie’s friends. Your friend Brittany from work sent a photo from the pool of her holding a drink, with her big chubby legs in the background, captioned “pouring one for you.” You and Brittany are closer than regular coworkers and she likes to tease you ever since she found out about your leg fetish. You do have one though, you love them all. Big ones, skinny ones, long ones, short ones. Between that and your equally strange preference for arms, the gym is a tough place for you to go. You love short shorts and tank tops, they show off all the best parts in your opinion. You grin and thank Brittany for the thoughts. You thank everyone for the birthday wishes. You open your photo roll and see something that makes last night feel so much more real. There’s a picture of Ali gagging on your cock and looking at the camera that makes your morning wood jump. You swipe over to see Katie on her hands and knees in front of a mirror with Karen’s ripped body behind her. It was all real! You check your contact and Karen and Ali have been added as “Girlfriend 2” and “Girlfriend 3.” Katie must have done that while you were still asleep. You slowly rise from the bed, cock swinging and head downstairs. You decide to forgo getting dressed. You’re hopeful someone is down there that will reward you for not dressing.

“Good morning sleepy!” Katie practically sings as you arrive naked in the kitchen. Your girlfriend is wearing nothing but her apron, her lithe body moving easily through the kitchen. You look into the living room and notice pale chubby Ali sprawled on the couch, playing on her phone, completely naked. Karen is similarity stark naked but sitting at the table sipping coffee and reading a newspaper. You smile at Karen as you sit down.

“I was starting to think it was all a dream.” you laugh, accepting Karen’s offered cup of coffee.

“No. All real.” Karen giggles, putting away the paper, “Every bit of it. Chubby second girlfriends. Ripped submissive ones. All of it real.”

“I can’t believe it.” you admit.

“Believe it!” bubbly Ali calls from the couch.

“All of it baby.” Katie smiles as she sets the breakfast down in front of you.

“How’s this gonna work?” you ask in between bites of Katie’s delicious pancakes and eggs, “Every man dreams of three girlfriends but how’s it gonna go?”

“I’ve thought about it. Karen and I talked too.” Katie explains, “We can each take turns I think. We’ll probably have to move. Certain days of the week or something. We’ll figure it out.”

“What about today?” you chuckle.

“Morning problems?” Karen asks.

“Not a problem really.” you answer.

Katie and Karen look at each other. Katie smiles and Karen slowly stands. She walks toward you, her defined muscles rippling as she moves. She slowly pushes your chair back from the table and sinks to her knees on the smooth tile.

“I could get used to this.” You breathe as Karen leans in and starts kissing the tip of your morning glory.

“What? Morning blowjobs from a sexy milf?” Karen says as she slowly takes the tip in her mouth, her cheeks caving in from the suction.

“Or would you rather they come from your lithe athletic girlfriend?” Katie asks giggling and turning back to clean up the dishes.

“Or your chubby girlfriend who can’t take it all?” Ali asks as she lumps into the kitchen, obviously still smarting from the pounding she took.

“Those all sound good.” you say, smiling, “I’ll have to try them all eventually.”

You sit back and close your eyes as Karen bobs up and down on your dick. This is all surreal. This truly is the fantasy. Karen doesn’t try and make it last or even leave any for the other women. She bobs and sucks and strokes hard and fast. She’s incredibly skilled and it’s not long before she has you shaking in your seat. She pulls up slowly and starts stroking you with her soft hands, her arm muscles tensing and relaxing.

“Come on stud. Give me some cream for my coffee.” she moans, “Paint your milf’s face!”

She expertly strokes you over the edge and your morning load erupts out over her pretty face, plastering her eyes shut. You grunt and slump down in the chair. Katie and Ali clean up like nothing happened. You really could get used to this, you think as Karen stands and let’s your load drip off her face into her coffee, and some into Ali’s cup. She wordlessly walks to the sink and Katie turns and licks up the remnants from her face. Ali and Karen sit down at the table and sip their coffees.

“Creamy.” Ali giggles.

“I was serious about moving.” Katie says, “My friend from the gym’s sister is an agent. We’ve got an appointment with her today.”

“Wild.” you breathe.

The rest of the morning is uneventful. It takes a while longer to get ready with three woman all vying for one shower, but Karen runs to her unit to shower off the sweat and cum. It’s relatively efficient. A few hours later you’re pulling up outside a lovely small house to an incredibly tall thin woman in a smart blazer and pencil skirt standing outside and beaming.

“Holy crap!” Karen giggles as you pull up, “She’s a giant! Cute though. So is the house!”

“Yeah. Her sister Jillian teaches yoga at my gym. Jill is 6’3” and she’s the smallest sister.” Katie laughs, “They’re all tall like that and rail thin. I think that Emily is like 6’5” or something.”

“Damn!” Ali says, staring shamelessly at Emily’s tall thin frame.