Grisha strolled down the hall, a bundle of letters settled into his palm. Usually, the mail only consisted of bills and requests for his skills as a doctor from across the walls, but this time, there was one for Carla as well.
As he pushed open the door of his shared bedroom, he didn't look up before addressing his second wife. "Carla. Who exactly is-" He stopped dead in his tracks once he looked up.
In front of him, just a few feet away, laid both Carla and Dina. If the position they were in wasn't intimate enough, their lacy outfits were the second biggest clue as to what they had been doing. Or, rather, what they were just about to do. He felt his cheeks flush as he just stared. They held his gaze, but neither seemed particularly upset. Actually, they seemed quite pleased in that devilish sort of way. It made him swallow in both fear and excitement.
"Oh, Grisha, Dear." Dina called to him first, extending her pale hand towards him in offering. "You came just in time."
"I...um, just got the mail." He wasn't sure why he even brought that up as he was throwing those same letters onto the nearest surface and stripping off his jacket. "But those can wait." He smiled at Dina, his wife that he had first met in Marley and someone, by the blessing of Ymir Fritz, she managed to stay by his side as he crossed through the walls.
Carla sat up from her position, her laced bra showing off quite a bit of her cleavage but he wasn't one to argue. Especially if he and Dina were the only ones allowed to see it. "Grisha, put on a show for us. If you interrupt, it's the least you can do." Carla gave him a sharp smirk, her darker hair falling over her eyelashes so elegantly.
It took him a moment to collect himself before nodding. He shut his mouth tight, afraid that if he opened it, he'd say something stupid. Instead, he made a show of slowly loosening his cravat, throwing it to the floor as he already started unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't find himself as the most attractive person in the world, he was far too hairy and lacked any real, solid build to his frame, but they seemed to enjoy it all the same.
By the time he was down to nothing but his -very tight- boxers, Dina was getting impatient and crawled away from Carla to tug them off as well. Thankfully, the windows were already shut tight and the kids would be out at Mr. Arlert's house for the next few days. They had all the time in the world to enjoy themselves.
"Oh, look at that. You're already so hard and you haven't even touched us yet." Carla observed from further in the bed, but her eyes were dark with lust and he couldn't help but shiver. She was so bold when she got like this. So unlike Dina, who tended to keep herself quiet yet focused as she got to a task. He loved them both for it.
Speaking of Dina's tasks, she seemed to find his revealed cock very pleasing as she spat on her palm and began rubbing it up and down. The moisture on her hand made her fingers slip so easily along his length and he had to bite his lip to avoid letting out a breathy moan. He was always so easy to please.
"Get up here." Carla commanded as she sat up fully now, her legs still spread open, exposing the dark spot in the middle of her white panties. Oh, how he wanted to taste her so badly. Perhaps he would get the chance, unless she decided she wanted him in a different way. It didn't matter to him, really.
Once he followed her command, she reached out to him and ran a hand through the hair by his face, tucking it behind his ear as she smiled. "What a good boy. You'll be good for us tonight, won't you? You'll do as your highness says?"
Dina giggled in front of him, her hands still working him into full hardness. "Look! He's already leaking!" Both sets of eyes were not trained on his dick and he wasn't sure what to do anymore. Should he give Dina some pleasure in return or answer Carla's questions? She wasn't really paying attention and interrupting her again could get him a punishment. He wasn't exactly in the mood to be edged all night long, even if it did feel unbearably good in the end.
"You're right. He is pretty eager." Carla mussed as she leaned forward, her body now held up by her arms and legs. "Come here, pretty boy. Let's help you with that, hm?"
He nodded quickly and made his way towards the headboard with Carla's meaningful instructions. Dina stopped touching him, much to his dismay, but he knew there was more to come. He turned around, facing both of them now, and leaned his back against the headboard, ready for whatever they wanted to do. Much to his surprise, Carla pulled at his arm gently, urging him back.
"Head on the pillow, okay? Good. Now just lay there and let us do all the work. You can do that, right?" He nodded again and she leaned down to give him a passionate but chaste kiss. "Good boy." She whispered against his lips before sitting up again and exchanged a look towards Dina. He watched in eager curiosity as the blonde woman made her way towards him, her hands not hesitating to roam along his ankles, sliding up towards his thighs and then at his hip bones. Her fingers rubbed circles there, driving him absolutely mad with desperation, but he didn't move to correct her. He wanted to be a good husband to them, after all.
Now, straddling his legs, Dina sat back and began touching her self right in front of him. His mouth fell open as he watched, her soft huffs and moans pushing his patience closer and closer to the limit. He had to fist his hands into the sheets in order to avoid bucking into the air like some kind of horny animal. He watches as her fingers rubbed against the pink nub at the top of her pussy and then traveled down to insider two digits into her wet entrance. The sounds it made were too much for him.
"Please!" He gasped out, his head falling back on the pillow but his eyes never leaving her. "Let me-"
"Grisha." He jumped at the sudden whisper beside him and turned to see Carla observing him closely. She looked like a mad scientist watching her lab rats. "Are you really in a position to be making orders?" She challenged him, her eyes dangerously narrow.
"N-No!" He answered immediately, shaking his head as well. He could still hear Dina's breathy moans and could feel her picking up a faster pace, but he didn't dare get distracted. Not now. "I'm not making orders. I'm just...I need you. Please, I'm begging." He locked eyes with her for a long moment, watching for any change in expression. Relief flooded his nerves when he saw her eyes widen and her smile return.
"Good boy. We'll give you some relief, then." Without another word, Dina stopped her ministration and inched closer to him. His head snapped back to her, watching as she pealed away her bra, the last thing she was wearing, and gave his dick a few more pumps. He didn't care to stop the groans from escaping his throat, too eager to get to the next part. She sat just above him, her wet entrance hovering over the red, angry head. He needed this so badly.
His head fell back again as she slowly lowered herself onto him, her folds making way for the head as it pressed inside an impossibly hot tunnel, never stopping until she was nested on his hips. He could feel her completely and it was euphoric. No matter how many times he felt this, whether it was Dina or Carla's pussy, he couldn't help but feel like a virgin doing it for the first time again.
"Please..." He breathed out, his heart hammering in his chest and his lungs desperate to get enough air. Every other exhale felt like a moan and honestly, it probably was. His hands clenched the sheets harder as he tried his hardest to stay still as she got used to the intrusion.
Dina finally looked up again, her eyes locking with Carla's as she lifted herself up on surprisingly strong thigh and then fell again. He moaned for real this time, his breath coming out in a desperate growl as she gasped suddenly, the sound articulated with the the hard hit in the deepest parts of her. "Oh, he's so good!" She trembled before going again, up and then down in a steady pace. "I love it, Carla! Oooh, he's stretching me!"
Carla reached over to her, a hand landing on her cheek despite how she kept moving. The tan woman shushed her softly and Grisha almost protested. He wanted to hear how good he was to her. Why couldn't she say it?
"We don't want the neighbors to get jealous, do we? He's ours and no one else's. We don't share, do we?" Dina shook her head sharply, his hair twisting around as she fell harder now, the pace quickening slightly. He arched with the change, wanting something to just hold onto. His vision was blurring with lust, like it did when he cried. Hell, he might've been crying as well, but he didn't care because all he could feel was her tight heat and the knot in his stomach twisting harder and harder, threatening to snap at any moment.
Suddenly, the light from their lamps wasn't as bright and he opened his eyes just in time to see Carla settle herself right above him. Her panties were still on but he could just make out the shape of her breasts. Her bra was probably on the floor now. She smiled down at him and shook her hips as an invitation. "Show me what you can do, Baby."
Without a moment hesitation, he let his hands fly to her thigh and he began licking stripes along her clothes folds. He could feel how wet she was through the cloth but he never stopped. He would lick her panties until his tongue bled if that's what she wanted. Her thighs shook under his hands and the knowledge that he was effecting her so greatly only made him edge closer. He wouldn't last much longer like this.
"Grisha..." He heard Carla gasp his name above him, her fingers now lacing into his hair. They pulled harshly and he groaned out again, kissing and licking more of her through the cloth. The texture was starting to make his nerves dance and his tongue would probably go numb soon, but he didn't care.
Her body started to shift and he felt her thighs flex with the movement. He didn't dare stop, though, and just waited as her hands fell away from him. "Grisha, take these off, will you?" Despite her confident words, she sounded out of breath. Just that alone made him quick to obey and he ran his hands to her hips, hooking his fingers under her laced panty line and then pulled it down. She stepped out of them with some difficulty but she was back over him in seconds. This time, her fold pressed into his face and he started licking again. The new textures were welcome to his nerves but the taste was what really got him off.
"Carla, I don't think -hah- he can last much -oh!- longer!" Dina panted between bounces, the slap of skin sounding so obscenely intimate but perfect at the same time.
"He won't have to. I'm already close too." Carla gasped and dig her nails into his scalp. If her thighs were shaking before, then they were practically vibrating at this point. He couldn't breathe past her folds and the heavy, thick liquid coming front her sweet pussy, but it didn't matter. He was in absolute heaven and if he died here, then he would die happy.
Wet smacking sounds could be heard above him and just the image of his beautiful wives kissing tipped him over the edge. He could barley moan at all from between Carla's thighs, but the vibrations were enough to tell her exactly what was happening. Every nerve in him went ablaze and his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself empty into that tight canal. He continued to spirt over and over until, finally, the wave of pleasure subsided to pure bliss instead.
Carla moves away from him, as well as Dina, and he was left panting softly. He build up the strength to turn his head and saw the last trails of Dina's orgasm, her fingers spasming against her clit. Carla was also panting, which meant that she likely already finished as well. Good. He wasn't sure he had the strength to do anything else.
It took a long while, but eventually, both woman came to lay beside him, their arms wrapping around his shoulders and torso as they pressed close. "You're so perfect, Grisha." Dina smiled and kissed his cheek. "We're so lucky to have you."
"That is completely true." Carla agreed as she kissed the other cheek. He chuckled to himself and pulled the closer, finally having the strength to do so.
Suddenly, he remembered why he had come here in the first place and turned his head towards Carla. "Oh, by the way, you got a letter today. It's from Mrs. Wagner, in the market."
Her yellow eyes went wide as she stared back at him. "Oh! My pregnancy test must've come early."
There was a beat of silence before Grisha sat up. "Your what?!"
I really liked this suggestion! I also love the idea of Carla being more dominant in bed. Some part of it just makes sense to me. Thanks for reading! I found this one a bit more fluid, which means I'm getting better. Hopefully.