"It's not the same, Larry."
I looked up from the pile of papers that had accumulated on my desk. I hadn't even noticed my twin wives slip into the room. It had been a while since I had had any time to devote to my work and I had been at it since early that morning. Sally's words were a welcome break, but then again, she was always welcome.
The women still walked gingerly, as it had only been a couple of days since the bonding. However, even in that short time I had noticed several changes, both in myself and in them. The first big difference I had noticed, almost immediately, was that they had connected somehow and were now on the same wavelength. It was still unnerving when they alternated phrases when talking.
The second was that, when they were together, they almost always had contact with each other. And that they rarely went anywhere alone although I didn't notice them talking more to each other than usual. If anything, they said less than before. Even when they were sitting in bed reading the paper I would notice that their toes or fingers touched silently, almost casually. They weren't caressing touches, just contact. They were holding hands now as they stood in my office.
The third thing was that it seemed the stronger I got, the more confident I was in the dominating role they seemed to want of me, the more assertive they got. Their announcement of first wife / second wife was only the beginning. That's also the reason I found myself walking around the house in the nude. They had decided that they liked to watch me swinging free, as they said. It was also why I was in my office working this morning. They hadn't exactly told me to in so many words, but, well, you get the idea.
It wasn't that they were usurping my authority. On the contrary, by clearly defining the rules for them, so to speak, I had given them the freedom to act independently within those boundaries.
Of course, the fun began when they ran into a limit and/or deliberately wanted to cross a line. The ensuing negotiations were both painful and enjoyable to all of us. I understood them well enough by now that I knew they were going to seek out some rules to break, so I intentionally made some absurd ones they could fracture without cracking the infrastructure of our marriage. It was in their natures both to submit as well as to push the limits, and I did my best to accommodate them.
I had also noticed some changes in myself, as well. Some were subtle and some I was still coming to grips with. Now that my system had balanced, I noticed I required less sleep. Three hours of down time and I was ready to go. However, the girls weren't and they had kicked me out of the bedroom after the second night of 3 A.M. sex. Oh, it wasn't that they weren't willing and didn't readily submit to my pre-dawn desires and demands, but the gentle snoring coming from your sex partner while banging away took a lot away from the experience. So I worked in my office from 3 A.M. until breakfast. It was an arrangement that worked.
Another change was that I was surer of what I wanted but what I found interesting was that what I wanted had changed, too. I made better decisions, faster and communicated them in an authoritative manner that left little to no doubt. Not just in business but sexually, too. I was more commanding and demanding in the bedroom, leaving the women wide-eyed and breathless at times. I know that sounds like a cliché but it's true. They had always encouraged me to be more assertive and somewhat rougher with them and they got their wishes fulfilled many times over. I wasn't brutal nor was it rape. Our sexual foreplay was lasting longer and longer and leaving more and more marks on them that would take days to disappear. Even with that, they seemed eager to please, eager for more but mainly, just eager.
That did present, however, one of the changes in myself that I was still coming to grips with. I had trouble accepting a self-image of being that aggressive or that macho. I wanted to be and I had been raised to think of myself a gentle, sensitive person. I had always taken care to be aware of my partner's needs. This was a whole new wrinkle in the fabric of my character and, for now at least, it chafed a bit.
And yet I was more sensitive, too, in spite of being more macho. Linking with Sally now was like hooking into the PA system at Indianapolis Speedway, loud and clear. I was even beginning to pick up on clues within Nicole, though she seemed unaware of any link. I know she still desperately wanted to experience it but there didn't seem to be any progress on her part. It was just so much noise between us, like snow on the TV.
That was what Sally had been referring to, when she walked into my office and had said it wasn't the same.
"We haven't linked, like, well, you and I have or Janey." I noticed she didn't mention Simone. I wondered if she hadn't linked with her or if she was just being tactful.
"Simone can do it, too," added Nicole, smiling shyly at Sally. Nicole, like Sally, faced things head on. They really were a lot alike.
"What is between us is different, more elemental, kind of."
"No words or pictures, Lawrence, we just sort of know."
"Especially when it is about you."
"Or us."
"But not about Janey."
"Or Simone."
"You're on your own there."
"Sorry."
"We thought you'd like to know."
"We know it's been bothering you."
I sat, stunned. They were telepathic. They had to be. But only on a limited scope, where it concerned the three of us. I watched them pivot and walk out of the office, still touching hands. They stopped just outside the door.
"Oh, and Master?"
"Yes?"
"Breakfast is ready."
Mealtimes had changed, too. First, at least with the teenagers gone, we ate naked. The cushion by my chair was gone, too, along with the chair. Another of their unilateral decisions. My chair had been replaced by a bench, wide enough for the three of us. We sat along the long edge of the table, and two chairs were now positioned across from us, presumably for Janey and Simone when they returned.
Nicole and Sally, at the first meal, had placed just one plate on the table in front of me along with two forks, of which they promptly took possession. The pile of food on the plate had been prepared in bite-sized pieces. They then proceeded to feed themselves and me.
I wasn't sure I liked it at first, but they were insistent. They were kneeling on the bench on each side of me and I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. My first clue came when I felt a silky touch on my own cock, which immediately rose to the occasion.
The women were carrying on as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on, smiling and laughing, talking over the plans for the day in that ping-pong system of theirs. It slowly dawned on me that these two were capable of multi-tasking, of doing more than one thing at once. They could eat breakfast and stimulate me at the same time, apparently without thinking and still plan the day's events. I also noticed that they didn't consult me when making out the schedule. They also seemed to understand that it was more difficult for me and I think for guys in general, to focus on more than one thing at a time. I mean, I can walk and chew gum at the same time but food is another matter. They had both experienced my loss of focus over a good steak for everything but the meat in my mouth, naked nubile teenager at the table or not. Hey! Trains of thought were meant to be derailed, no?
I suddenly saw the reason for only two forks. Yes, even the slowest among us, if led gently enough can comprehend eventually. My hands were free and so were two very conveniently placed delectable asses! Among other things in the immediate area. There were also some extremely delicate nipples within arms' reach. And all I had to do was open my mouth and food, or a sip of coffee or an intimate kiss would follow. God, I could get used to this!
Mealtimes would become an act of foreplay for us, even with the girls present and were normally followed by one or both of my wives initiating an unusually uninhibited bout of sex play. It wasn't always intercourse; in fact, as time went on, they seemed to prefer to present me with a stack of ropes, feathers, massage oils, pussy whips or any number of other implements of pain/pleasure and then let nature, perverted as mine might have been, take its course.
Anyway, on those first mornings while the girls were still gone, we were sort of feeling our way along, in more than one sense of the word. When I first felt the light touches along my stiffening shaft, I nearly jumped off the bench. Sally and Nicole just kept eating and feeding me as if nothing had happened. The second feathery touches elicited a lesser response and by the time we were finishing our coffee, I had caught on. I had one finger buried in each of my wanton women. It had been a long slow insertion into each, not an abrupt jab, in keeping with their own slow escalation of contact with me.
It was satisfying to see their ragged breathing and their flushed cheeks. They were not entirely immune to my ministrations, even if they pretended to ignore what was going on with my hands. I did, however, learn to be careful of which wife was holding the cup of hot coffee over my lap before wiggling an imbedded finger too much. The scornful look I got from Nicole after causing her to spill a splash on my navel almost made it seem as if it was my fault.
Janey was the first of the two teens to arrive back at Sally's. With our focus on the impending move, we had all stopped referring to Sally's house as 'home.' We were, for once, all still in bed, although I had already put in several hours of work. My wives were still in bed because the night before I had tied them there.
Before retiring, I had them kneel by the bed. "Hands!" I had commanded and they promptly lifted their hands to me, palm to palm. I produced two short soft cords and tied their wrists together. It wasn't too tight, and a little struggling would release them. In fact, I made them practice getting loose a couple of times, so that they would know they could, should there be an emergency.
I positioned Sally first, raising her hands over her head and fastening them via a short chain to the headboard. Nicole was positioned similarly, but they were about 18 inches apart. Two other cords attached to the footboard bound their ankle together and kept them stretched out full length. With that done, I crawled carefully between them. The feeling of sexual tension was indescribable, both cuddling bound vixens vying for my attentions. Both could have gotten free at any time, without penalty, but that wouldn't have been any fun.
Being tied the way they were allowed them to turn toward or away from me and both immediately rolled in my direction, laying a tempting breast each on my own bare chest. However, neither could reach my cock and the light covering I had pulled up tented with my arousal.
That was the condition I was in as Janey bounced into our room, as usual without knocking. Whether by accident, which I doubt, or intent, she landed on my groin, hard-on and all. Given that it was standing almost as high as Mt. Everest, she really couldn't have missed it.
The covering had worked down during the night to about waist level, leaving a lot of skin exposed to her examination. Which she did, after landing on my crotch. She spent a long silent moment looking at her mother's chest and arms, still blotchy with the marks from our bonding ceremony. She lightly touched one of the darker welts with a slender index finger.
Seeing her mother and Nicole were bound, but seemingly OK, she got an impish smile on her face. I don't know if she thought she was finally going to get to me or what but the little minx spread her legs on both sides of me and moved down so that she was straddling my groin. She then proceeded to make some very suggestive motions, rubbing her crotch against mine. The only thing between us was a thin sheet because, if I knew Janey, she wasn't wearing panties.
Sally observed this behavior with a puzzling Mona Lisa smile on her face. I leaned over to her and kissed her lightly, bringing her gaze from Janey to me. I then put my hands behind my head and watched the teenager, neither encouraging her nor discouraging her.
What the two bound women did not see was the link between Janey and me. I had learned not to project pictures or words, as they could be intercepted. But personal ideas, abstract thoughts, those seemed to be received only by the person intended. That's what I 'sent' to Janey; all the love and adoration I had of her as a daughter, the pride I had in her, fatherly pride and the love and devotion I had for her mother. It made it clear that her actions, while appreciated, were, from now on, inappropriate. Things had changed.
She slowly stopped her erotic rocking, tilting her head at the flood of intense feelings I was sending her. Not one, even those of my admiration for her beauty, could be construed in any way as sexual. A tiny tear formed in the corner of her eye as she stopped moving.
Slowly she collapsed between Sally and me, curling into me like a small child. She sobbed in quiet embarrassment for some time, using my chest to hold her tears.
"Mom?"
"Yes, Honey?" she answered from behind her.
"He doesn't play fair, does he?"
I could see Sally smile from behind the teary-eyed girl. "I think, Janey, that my Master is trying to tell you that some things have changed."
Janey's eyes popped open at the word 'Master.' She turned to her mother. "Mom... ?" Her voice trailed off as she and her mother touched over their link. "Oh, God! Mom! I'm so happy for you." She wrapped her arms around Sally as best she could and hugged her tightly.
Then she turned and hugged me. "I'm sorry, Dad. It won't happen again." She raised herself up and looked at me, suddenly very grown up. "You'll have to let Simmie and me know what's OK and what's not now."
"I think," I said grinning at her, "and I am pretty sure I can speak for your Mom, too, that you have officially 'graduated' from the Larry Sampson School for delectable young girls. You're almost a grown woman and we think you need to focus on moving on to the next part of your life. This is our life now and you are always welcome, don't misunderstand me. This will always be your home, if not here in this building, then always with us wherever we are.
"In terms of how you should act from now on, I think that you should just follow your mother's and Nicole's lead, same as before. Besides, I don't appear to have too much to say about how things run around here."
"Oh," she quipped back, "at least that's the same!"
We all laughed and then Janey crawled over me to hug Nicole, all without touching anything she shouldn't.
After the hugging was over, Janey once again settled in between Sally and me and immediately began fidgeting. Sally looked up at me and rolled her eyes. We both had seen this behavior before and it meant that there was something on her mind. More accurately, Janey had made a major decision and was wondering how to tell us. We both knew when the fidgeting started, we didn't have long to wait. It wasn't.
"Mom? Dad? That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. My future and stuff. Oh, don't worry, I'm going to finish High School and then go to college, but..." She hesitated. "Bala has been telling me about her country, their culture and the customs. I want to go there."
"I think it would be great for you to visit," Sally started. I shook my head, stopping her. Janey didn't want to visit. She wanted to go there. For good.
"Janey, Honey, it would all be so strange to you. For being an ancient culture and very rich in traditions, they really are quite primitive. Third world status is a stretch for them in many areas."
"I know all that. Amud and Bala spent the last three days telling me all the bad things that go on there. Do you know they cut off the private parts of the young girls, Mom? At least in some of the small villages. Just because the men are afraid that they might be promiscuous or get a little enjoyment from sex? Do you know that 95% of the boys can read, but that Bala and Leah, Amud's sister, are probably the only two women in the country that can?"
Janey's voice was rising in a passionate single-sided debate. As she continued to rattle off the statistics that Amud and Bala had used to try to dissuade her from her commitment, I could feel the depths of her passion and I knew this was not a High School fling.
The sudden aching of my heart surprised me and the tears flowed freely and silently from my eyes. Every father whose little girl grows up and goes away must feel a similar loss. Janey didn't see the tears, but Sally did and she realized what they meant.
Sally pulled her hands free from her bonds and engulfed her daughter. Janey seemed surprised at the ferocity of the hug and the tears and heartrending sobs. From both of us.
We had lost our little girl, not to a young man and a family, but to a cause and a whole country.
It hurt like Hell.