Chapter 7
Seven
CARSON
H ave I fallen for her?
“Yes. I’m in love with her. I know it’s sudden and things are moving so fast—” As I confess everything to my wife, the words tumbling from my mouth feel like a waterfall of emotions.
“Handsome, I one-hundred percent understand. And… I wholeheartedly approve.” Her eyes sparkle with joy. She looks at me like she did when we exchanged our vows on our wedding day. I don’t find any resistance there, only love.
Pressing my lips to her forehead, I murmur against it. “You do?”
Her arms wrap around my waist as she nods against my mouth. “Yep. I feel like, if she wasn’t here, things would be weird. I think she’s perfect with us.”
I grip her tight to me, knowing how very blessed I am to have my Jules in my life. And my sweetheart upstairs, getting ready for our evening at-home date. “I love you so fucking much, Jules.” We hold each other while swaying slowly, then walk hip to hip toward the dining room.
“Well, Mr. Cash. You certainly outdid yourself.”
The caterer I hired made all of Jules’ favorite dishes and desserts. Sneakily, I gathered that same information from Valentina. Each of my ladies has a full bouquet of flowers in front of her chair. The jewelry boxes in my pockets feel heavy, but I still feel for them to make sure they are still there.
“Yep. You both deserve it.”
Our attention diverts to the stunning woman who appears in the doorway wearing a long, sparkling gown. I’d given her my card to go crazy, getting whatever she wanted for the evening. And I’m so happy I did.
Between Jules’ white dress and Valentina’s black one, I feel like I’ve got all bases covered in my life. My heart has never been more full. I gather my wife’s hand and lead her toward my girlfriend, and the three of us embrace. I press my lips to Val’s, then Jules’, then sigh happily.
“Carson… this is amazing! I’ve never had a Valentine’s Day like this!” Valentina’s eyes shine bright as she takes in the candlelit dinner table. “You got my favorites!”
My lips raise into a smirk as I help both ladies by pushing in their chairs.
“Do you want your gifts now or later?”
“Now!” Valentina says at the same time Jules yells, “Later!”
I chuckle and dig a small box from my right pocket and sit between the two of them. “Fine. I’ll give it to my sweetheart now. And my Jules’ later.”
Turning toward her, I let my thighs envelop Valentina’s as she eagerly awaits my presentation. Lifting the box up for her, I clear my throat.
“Valentina, you’re so much more than I expected. Not only that, but I never thought I’d have room in my heart for more than my Juliet. But after knowing you, my world has expanded. Your compassion for others, and tender, gentle nature, is admirable. You’re different from Jules in a way that you complete us . If you weren’t with us, my life wouldn’t be the same anymore. I can’t live without you. I can’t marry you officially , but please know, I love you just as I do my wife. And this…” I pop the top of the box, and her palms fly to her cheeks as she gasps. “This ring is a symbol of that love and commitment from me, to you and to Juliet. You’ll both be my wives, if you’ll let me have you. Will you marry me?”
My heart thuds harder in my chest, suddenly feeling very insecure. What if she doesn’t want this? What if she’s scared by how quickly everything has happened? I don’t know if I can take it if she wants to leave.
Her big brown eyes shift from my face to Jules’, who has her hand rubbing my back, soothing my anxiety like she just knows.
“Don’t look at me!” Juliet says. “I am backing him up on this. I want you to be his wife, too.”
Valentina’s chest rises and falls rapidly, two tears escaping from the corners of her eyes. “Yes.” She sniffs and we grab on to each other. When she breaks away from me, she holds my cheeks in her warm hands. “I love you, too. So much, Carson. I never expected any of this to happen. I’m not going anywhere.”
My face heats with the warmth of her confession as I slide the ring onto her finger. Our foreheads meet as she chuckles a breath onto my lips. “If you want a wedding, we can have one. Up to you.”
She sits back and glances around the table. “I’m not really one for big celebrations, if that’s okay.”
Tossing my arm across the back of her chair, I grip the stem of my champagne glass. “Absolutely fine with me. Let’s toast to our new relationship. To my wife, Juliet, and to my fiancée, Valentina, I vow to love you and cherish you both, from this Valentine’s Day until my last.”
The three of us clink glasses, then take sips while Jules places her hand on my thigh and I squeeze it.
We finish our dinner, reminiscing about the last few weeks together. After I place Juliet’s new triple interlocking heart pendant around her neck, Jules and Valentina admire the piece. But this somehow devolves into a squabble about Val not eating enough. When I pipe in with an opinion, both scold me for dirtying up the bathroom.
Maybe there are downfalls to having two women tell me what to do.
But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
“Are you both going to get on me about how I drive when we go on road trips, too?”
“Yep,” they say simultaneously.
With a shrug, I smirk. “Well, I guess that’s what they make loud music for.”
The two slap my shoulders playfully and laugh.
I tug both of them up while shouldering off my sports coat. “Come on. Let’s go make some babies.”
By the time we get to the bedroom, I’ve shredded my shirt and have my belt undone. Juliet unzips Valentina, who then turns and helps her undress as well.
Juliet snaps her fingers and points at the loveseat across from the bed. “You. Sit. Over there,” she commands, and I arch an eyebrow, then lick my bottom lip with anticipation for a good show.
As the two kiss passionately, she slips her hands around Val’s waist and presses their breasts together. Valentina lets one of her fingers hook into the strap of Jules’ bra and drags it down, following the motion with her lips. As soon as her tits are exposed, Val latches on to one nipple while Jules lets her head hang back with a tiny moan.
I laze against the cushions and pull my dress pants off, kicking them across the room. My hard cock throbs as my ladies lie on the bed, caressing each other gently. Jules gets on top of Val and slowly winds her way down her stomach, pressing little kisses into her skin that glows by the lamplight in the room.
To relieve some of the pressure building up, I grip my dick tight while my wife settles between Val’s thighs and gives her cunt a lick.
“Oh my god. Yes!” Val sits up and grips a handful of her hair, then rides her face. It’s slow and calculated at first, but as Jules slurps louder, the rhythmic thrusts of Val’s hips become erratic until her back arches. She screams a release, and I hurry over to my wife.
My palms grip Jules’ waist as I toss her over Valentina as she recovers on the bed. I kneel behind the two of them, their beautiful pussies right at my mouth height and pressed close together. While they swap deep kisses and hold each other, I lick Val’s cunt all the way up to Jules’ sopping wet folds. My fingers delve into Val while tickling Jules’ clit the way she likes.
The two women grind against each other, seeking something more. And my cock pulses, wanting to give them everything they need. Jules tosses her hair over her shoulder and gives me the sexiest eyes I’ve seen in forever. “Please.”
“Please what, my Jules?”
“Please fuck us,” Valentina says beneath her.
Standing, I lean over Jules’ back and press the tip of my dick against her waiting entrance. With a formidable thrust, I shove inside as she wails. My fingers thread through her hair as I press her closer to my fiancée. “Love on each other while I fuck you both.”
The sounds of their muffled cries make me even harder as they make out while I work inside Jules. With arduous movement, I slowly drag myself out of her, my dick soaked with her wetness. When my eyes meet Valentina’s desperate ones, I squat to line up with her slick pussy lips and shove inside as she gasps at the sensation. With every thrust, I spank my wife’s ass as she rears her head back and groans.
“Rub your clits together.” They do, and their sighs of pleasure increase. After a few more swivels into Val, I back out and pillage my wife again. Then switch once again. And again.
Each time I do, I feel myself getting closer to the end. “Are you my good girls?”
Busy kissing, neither answer, so I swat Jules’ ass again. “Yes!” she wails.
“Y-yes,” Valentina pants out.
“Come on my dick, Jules.” Her pussy quivers around my shaft, and I give her more of my length, nice and slow, the way she likes. When I drag out and thrust inside my fiancée’s pussy, Val’s nails dig into Juliet’s back, creating little half crescents, as she reaches her own climax. Pleasuring them both makes my balls threaten to explode.
“I can’t hold it longer. Stay just like this. I’m gonna fill you both up.”
My palms lay over Val’s hands on Jules’ back as I shove in deep. With the first ropes of cum, I spray inside Valentina’s pussy, then quickly pull out and thrust inside my wife’s. Reams of more cum unleash inside her before I do it again. Back and forth between them, I swap until I empty into both women, finally settling inside Valentina.
“I’m spent.” My legs shake as I slide past both of them and fall on the bed on my back. The two crawl over me, each taking a side, then run their fingers through my hair and over my chest. I gather them up and tug them closer to me until the three of us lay in silent bliss.
My lips find their foreheads as I plant each one a kiss there. “I love you. Both.”
Their mouths nuzzle my ears as they whisper it back.
I easily doze off in the comfort of our embrace, but wake up with my pulse racing. A loud shattering sound echoes up the stairs. Jules startles next to me, sitting up just as I lunge off the bed, searching for some sweats to throw on.
Valentina’s nowhere to be seen. “Sweetheart?” I yell, while busting out of the bedroom door. Juliet scurries behind me.
As I flip on lights, I wipe my eyes, still heavy with sleep. “Valentina?!” The panic in my voice makes my heart pound harder in my chest.
Once I reach the kitchen, a knot firmly twists in my stomach. The back door has been shattered and stands wide open. When I rush over, I can clearly make out boot tracks…
And divots of a body being dragged through the snow.
Juliet screams as she spots the damage and clutches my bicep with terror. “Carson! She’s gone! Valentina’s gone!”