AMA: The Boyfriend Arc 2 Early Chapters

The following chapters are my first new writing for AMA in many months! It feels really good to get back to these characters, even if it's only been weeks since I was reading and editing Arc 1. That being said - these first five chapters aren't necessarily the 'real' first five chapter. I LIKE all of them, and they will be used, but right now they follow more of a strict through-line of Robbie, Cass and Cattie and do a lot of Intro work for Arc 2 and rehashing Arc 1. What they are missing is a heavy dose of the tension that makes AMA what it is.

So, what do I mean by all of this? The next set of chapters I'm going to write, at least in part, will likely weave into these ones some how. I haven't finalized that plan yet, but it's coming together quickly and I'll end up releasing these and the next set in 'proper order' some time in the future. For now, I hope you enjoy this little look back, and forward, with new AMA chapters.

EDIT: I also totally messed up the chapter numbers somehow. Suffice to say, these are "Chapters 1-5 of Arc 2, to be numbered appropriately once other chapters are finished."

Chapter 1

Start of Arc 2

The hot, heavy air of the desert washed over the side of my truck like a dusty warm breath as the transport truck blasted past us, the driver hanging on his horn in a blaring honk. Totally unnecessary - we’d pulled more than far enough to the side to clear the lane. I wiped my mouth and groaned, looking out at the hot afternoon desert. I was pretty sure we were in Nevada now, but it had been a little hard to keep track during the second half of the drive back home to Vegas.

“That’s it, babe,” Cassidy crowed, her big grin audible in her voice even though I was looking off at the horizon instead of down at my fiancee. She was hugging herself to my side, her shirt pulled up over her tits pressing them to my bare side. If we spent too much more time out of the truck cab we’d need to put on some sunscreen or risk getting burned. “Use those big, beautiful tits,” Cassidy continued, sweeping a hand through the black, silky hair of my girlfriend Cattie.

A week ago, that would have sounded fucking insane to me. Now it felt completely natural, which had its own weirdness to it.

“Come on, Tiger,” Cattie said, pulling my eyes down past my fiancee to her. More gorgeous, gothy-vibes model girlfriend was on her knees as I leaned back against the driver’s seat of the truck, working her up and down my spit-slick cock energetically as she grinned up at me just as energetically and lovingly as my fiancee was. “Give me that cum, Robbie. I want your cum, wherever you want it. I want it on my tits, and all over my face. Down my throat. You want to shoot down my throat, Tiger? I’ll swallow it all.”

I groaned as she laughed joyously, and Cassidy hummed her own pleased laugh as she ran her fingers through Cattie’s hair again in an adoring sort of way.

A week ago they’d been best friends, Cassidy and I had been engaged and - I thought - entirely monogamous. Then Cass had sprung the source of her deep, cyclical depression on me as we’d been driving out to meet Cattie and a bunch of other cosplayers, streamers and models for a week-long working vacation at Lake Powell. She’d been getting eaten up by guilt for years.

The short version, and we still hadn’t really sat down to get the full, long version because there just hadn’t been time yet, was that just before the start of our senior year of high school, shortly after her Mom had passed away, Cassidy had found the Affection Multiplier App on her phone. It was magic - we had plenty of evidence of that now, both from before and from the week - and it gamified her relationships. It multiplied the positive effects of her interactions with others, making them stronger. A good conversation that could lead to a recognized acquaintance instead turned someone into a friend. But friendliness wasn’t the only factor of Affection. The App also magnified Love and Lust, and hormonal, horny, eighteen-year-old Cassidy had become addicted to the power of seduction the App gave her. I’d already been crushing on her, loving her, before she got the App, and her seeing my ‘stats’ had only proven it to her. She’d had my love and swore she’d never needed any other.

Sex, on the other hand, with girls? That was her vice. A deep-seated one that she secretly indulged in frequently until halfway through our college careers. Hundreds was the ballpark number. And I’d never even known she was bisexual.

Looking back, I may have overlooked some of the signs because of the App. Not because she used it to do anything to me, but because the effect of the App made me more blindly accepting or unlikely to question her unless she was basically throwing it in my face. But then she’d hit a wall; a fellow college student who loved her boyfriend so much that, even with the effect of the App, Cassidy couldn’t convince her to ‘have a little fun.’ The strain had made the girl break down, her desire for Cassidy warring with her love for her boyfriend, and she’d cut Cassidy off from the friendship.

That had been Cassidy’s wake-up call, and she’d hit rock bottom. Dropped out of college, riddled with guilt and shame, dealing with waves of clinical-level depression, and there I’d been trying to help her through it without knowing the why of it all. That had probably only made things worse, considering it was her guilt towards me that she was trying to handle.

So, several tough years later and with our wedding less than a year away, she’d come up with a plan to properly repent and seek forgiveness - admit to what she’d done properly, tell me about the App, and start trying to give me the adoration from others that she felt I deserved just like she’d had. It was that last part that was probably an awful idea, but that she’d focused on and decided she needed to happen. And it would start with me being able to sleep with any of the hot, beautiful and quite possibly horny cosplayers, models and streamers on the work trip.

The plan, for how ill-conceived it was, hadn’t accounted for a few important factors. The first was that girls who worked their careers in the online space were bombarded daily with kind of heinous, horny shit from their fans - there were plenty of good ones out, but the bad shit stood out. The space was also highly competitive, with lots of toxicity and drama that people slowly got used to. Stripping those issues away on a private trip, filled (mostly) with supportive folks with similar goals, put everyone extra at ease. Add a little alcohol and inhibitions dropped as playfulness rose. Then there was the fact that, apparently, Cassidy making it known she was entirely comfortable and open to sharing me out, made me extra-safe to flirt with and that built rapport quickly; the App likely had a hand in boosting that effect, too.

Then there was the fact that I, according to my fiancee and multiple other women, was apparently ‘extremely lovable.’ I wasn’t built to just hook up, I was built to make emotional connections. So a lot of the hookups that happened weren’t just hookups.

The last element, though, was the big one that turned things on their head.

Bad relationships.

The plan had never been that hooking up with Cattie, Cassidy’s best friend, would be the first nail in the coffin of her toxic-as-fuck relationship with her girlfriend Heather. If anything, Cassidy had thought there was a possibility that Cattie and Heather would have a threesome with me and things would otherwise remain the same. Then Heather had proven herself to be a contemptible bitch, and had pushed Cattie to the edge.

And hers hadn’t been the only relationship that proved rotten. It was the only one that had ended before the trip did, though the others were pending.

“Come here, gorgeous,” I grunted, reaching down and lifting Cattie up to her feet, mashing our lips together in a kiss as her tits pressed to my bare torso and Cass backed off a touch to give me room to move.

Cattie kissed me like she was desperate for a taste of my lips, which was silly because we’d been kissing for a while now - I’d driven the first half of the trip back to Vegas, Cattie coming to stay with us for a few days rather than getting trapped on a plane with her evil ex and backstabbing younger sister Sherry. Then, after I’d stopped for gas, Cassidy had insisted on driving and that I get in the back of my pickup truck cab with my girlfriend. Cattie and I had made out like teenagers, and she’d delighted in getting my hands up under her shirt and onto those glorious tits of hers. Then, ten minutes in, Cassidy had pulled off the side of the highway, climbed between the front seats and into the back with us, and Cattie had climbed forward to take over the driving. A little bewildered but mostly amused, I’d resumed what I’d been doing, just with my fiancee instead of my girlfriend. Kissing her lips, feeling her tits, burying my nose in her purple-dyed hair instead of Cattie’s black-dyed longer locks.

And then, ten minutes later, they’d switched again.

They got pretty damn good at it. It took them less than fifteen seconds to make the swap. It would have probably been faster to just use the doors, but considering their tops came off as things slowly escalated, it was safer to not.

I spun Catherine with me, pressing her back to the driver’s seat instead of my own. We had both doors open, nominally blocking the view of us from up or down the long desert highway, but as another truck blasted us with wind and honked at us I had a feeling their extra height was giving them a little peek at the action.

“Catherine,” I grunted, leaning down and nipping at her pale, bountiful cleavage before hooking my fingers in her cotton shorts and pulling them down her thighs.

“Fuck yes,” she gasped, wiggling to get her shorts down and stepping out of them with one leg, becoming as naked as I was. The escalation in the truck had led to slow, luxurious blowjobs, my jeans and briefs still back there on the floor. Cattie spread her legs, hooking one up around my waist and drawing me in.

“Lucky girl,” Cassidy laughed, leaning around me and getting a hand in my slick cock to get it into position at her best friend's flushed, horny cunt. She dragged the head through Cattie’s labia, making both me and my girlfriend groan, before centring me onto the other woman’s entrance.

I pushed in and started to fuck Cattie hard and fast, knowing she was just as ready as I was. The blowjobs had been accompanied by a lot of fingering.

“Fffffuck, Master,” Cattie moaned. A little extra thrill ran up my spine at her use of that word, joining the wave of pleasure radiating through me from the feel of making fast, sweet love to her. The word, the title, was her idea, not mine. One of the things that had been a death knell for her relationship with Heather was that Catherine was submissive and wanted to be able to explore and indulge in that, but Heather abused it and wasn’t trustworthy.

“God, I love seeing you two fuck,” Cassidy said, hugging me from the side again, Cattie’s leg pinned between us. I leaned my head down to her and pulled hers to me with my hand on the back of her head, kissing her roughly. Thankfully I managed to do that without slowing my thrusting into my lover.

“I love seeing you two kissing,” Cattie moaned. “Oh, God, Tiger. You’re a fucking machine. I just- fuck! - I just love seeing you two in love.”

Cassidy pulled her lips from me, smiling as she looked deep into my eyes for a moment, then turned to look hungrily at Cattie’s bouncing tits and gorgeous face. “I love seeing you in love with him,” she said, then smirked naughtily. “And taking his love, fast and hard. Over and over.”

“And over and over,” Cattie laughed.

“And over,” I said with a grin, putting a hand on her chest above her tits and sliding it up to hold her neck the way she liked. Not choking, not even really gripping, but giving the feeling of being held there. “God, I love you both. I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.”

“You’re the luckiest man alive when you aren’t fucking, too,” Cassidy teased.

That made me snort and Cattie rolled her eyes, but she didn’t have time to say anything sarcastic because her eyes went a little wider as she let out a soft squeak, and a moment later a little yip.

“That’s it, Catherine,” I grunted. “Come for me. Come on my cock and I’ll lose my fucking mind.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, then yipped again. She didn’t do it every time she had an orgasm - I knew a half dozen different signs that Cass had before she would come, but I was having fun identifying those little signs for each of my new lovers.

I turned my attention back to Cass for a moment, bending my lips down to her ear and sucking on her earlobe for a moment. “I’m going to fill her pussy with cum, baby,” I murmured quietly to her. “Do you want to eat it out of her?”

Cassidy sucked in a breath, pulling back a little to look me in the eyes again. Part of the whole deal in the forgiveness-repentance-dedication thing that we’d worked out was that Cassidy would only ever be sexual with someone if I gave explicit permission. That didn’t mean that Cassidy wouldn’t feel turned on or be attracted to Cattie or any of my other lovers, that would be unreasonable, but proving to herself and to me that she could control herself was important. 

So she double-checked, looking into my eyes to make sure I meant it. And when she saw the confirmation she nodded and grinned.

I kissed her again, a hard little peck that had our noses bumping for a moment before I let go of her and turned all my attention back to Cattie. Grabbing my girlfriend by the waist with my free hand, I picked up the force of my thrusting that little bit more that I could manage and pummeled into her.

“I’m- I’m-” Cattie mumbled, almost incoherent, and yipped again.

Another truck rumbled by, the wave of sound and hot air washing over us. No blast of its horn this time.

“May I-?” Cattie asked, unable to finish the request.

“Come for me, Catherine. Come for me,” I grunted, leaning over her and kissing her hard. 

“Thank you, Master,” she moaned into my lips as her body shuddered and she came, her pussy squelching as it tried to hold onto my cock despite the rest of her body writhing and shuddering.

I could hold it and I groaned into the kiss as well, that shock of pleasure slicing through me as my balls somehow managed to fire off a full salvo out of the cannon that was my cock despite the wild morning and insane week of sex that I’d had. By all rights, I probably should have been a desperate, shrivelled husk of a man after all that, and I could only think that the perks that Cassidy had got me from the App were what was keeping me going.

“Fuuuuck,” Cattie moaned, her lips falling back from mine as she wallowed in the feeling of my cum sloshing deep inside her, my thrusting slowing to a crawl as I stirred our mixed orgasmic juices together. “God, Tiger- Robbie- Fuck, that’s so good.”

“Love you,” I said, pulling her back up to me and kissing her lips.

“Love you too,” she mumbled back through the kiss. Then she let out a yelp as I let go of her beck and lifted her up with both hands on her ass, pulling her off my cock and up onto the edge of the driver’s seat.

“Hi,” Cassidy said as I guided her in front of me and she put her hands on Cattie’s knees and started sliding them up to her thighs.

Cattie flicked her eyes up to me, checking with me the same as Cass but for different reasons - because she wanted to make sure Cass was following through on her promise, and because Cattie had decided to follow the same rules because she wanted to be my submissive.

I nodded, hugging my fiancee from behind and moving her purple-dyed hair out of the way so I could kiss her neck.

“Hey,” Cattie grinned. “Coming to sample our homemade cream pie?”

“I love when you guys make cream pie,” Cassidy smirked, then leaned in and gave Cattie’s pretty pink pussy a lick.

“Mmmm, Cass,” Cattie grinned, leaning back into the truck and cupping her own breasts. “That feels so fucking good after he’s fucked me hard.”

“Mmmfmmm,” Cassidy agreed, already pressing her lips more firmly down to taste Cattie.

That left me with a half-hard cock, watching my fiancee suck my cum out of my girlfriend, standing on the edge of the desert. With a sigh I grabbed my cock, giving it a testing squeeze, and then shook my head.

Fuck the AMA for what it had done to me and Cassidy. But it was tough to argue with the perks as my cock responded while I trailed my eyes down Cass’s bare back to her waist, then her little jeans shorts covering her cute butt.

I slid my hands around that waist I’d held hundreds of times before, finding the button at the front of her shorts and undoing it. She hummed and wiggled her ass back at me as I pulled her shorts down, and then her panties, until they were around her knees and then took hold of her again and pressed my cock up between her thighs, seeking her entrance. As I slid home we both moaned, and Cattie chuckled warmly as she opened her eyes and saw what we were doing.

Fucking weird. Fucking Wild.

So fucking good.

Chapter 2

“Terra and JC are boarding their flight,” Cass said. She was in the back seat, leaning towards the middle as she and Cattie rested against each other. Cattie had her head on Cassidy’s shoulder and every time I looked into the rearview mirror, back to driving for the last leg of the trip, I got a gorgeous little view of the two of them at peace.

“God, she’s got to be shitting bricks,” Cattie said, sitting up and stretching. We were all fully clothed again, the sex in the desert having gotten all the Hornies out of us for the time being, but that didn’t mean the glimpse of her tits as she pressed her chest out wasn’t just as tantalising clothed.

“She is,” Cass sighed. “I mean, we all get why she’s not breaking up with JC until tomorrow when they are home and everything is settled, but drawing it out like this has got to be its own stress.”

“Is she alright?” I asked.

“Yes, Tiger,” Cass said, smirking kindly as she reached forward and ruffled her fingers through the hair on the back of my head. “Terra is fine. She was just keeping us updated, she doesn’t need anything.”

“Too late. Hero-mode engaged,” Cattie said, putting on a silly deep robot voice.

“She also says she loves you,” Cassidy passed on.

“I-”

Both of their phones bingled with notification noises several times in quick succession, cutting me off. Cass snorted and showed Cattie her screen, Cattie not looking at her phone at the moment.

“What?” I asked.

“So do Becca, Wanda, Leia and Zenya,” Cattie chuckled. “I’m sure Ami doesn’t say the same only because she’s driving solo and isn’t checking group texts.”

Eight women. I was in, or about to be in, relationships with eight women. The joke coming out of the week was that we were all in an orgy-lationship, though that didn’t really apply. There’d been some threesomes, and even a not-quite foursome, but Terra was straight and Ami was ‘mostly straight’ so there wasn’t much likelihood of all of us ending up in bed fucking each other in an actual orgy. That being said, eight was still a fucking lot of women. 

Becca was my official girlfriend along with Cattie. Leia and Zenya were… it was tough to categorize things. We were well beyond ‘fuck buddies,’ especially with the group plan to figure out how to all end up living together, but we weren’t ‘girlfriend/boyfriend’ quite yet. Leia and I had reached saying ‘I love you’ close to the end of the trip, and Zenya and I fully admitted we were falling for each other quickly once we finally connected properly and had a chance to have a deep talk. Things were even more complicated with Ami because we would be long-distance for longer. And at the peak of the Complicated pyramid were Wanda and Terra - both of whom I was in love with and who openly said they loved me back, but both of whom had to put an end to their current bad relationships.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and a moment later Cass laughed. “Zenya says to check your phone.”

“I’m driving,” I said.

“So let us see,” Cass chuckled, reaching forward.

I rolled my eyes and fished my phone out, passing it back to them. Cass knew my password and opened it, checking my texts with Cattie, and they both let out a barking laugh.

“Well?” I chuckled as they kept giggling.

“Zenya sent you a couple of pictures. One is of her boobs,” Cass said.”

“Which, by the way, look fuckin’ awesome,” Cattie interjected.

“They so are,” my fiancee agreed. “The other picture is of Leia completely zonked out in the back seat of their car, sleeping with her mouth open, and there’s a post-it note stuck to her chin that says ‘No Entry Except Robbie’s Cock.’”

I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Tell them to take that off of her, she’ll be so embarrassed.”

“They say it already fell off,” Cattie chuckled.

More notifications, from their phones and not mine, and Cattie coughed hard as Cass sucked in a breath. “Oh fuuuuck no,” Cassidy said.

“You OK, Catherine?” I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror again.

She nodded, still coughing into her arm.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Becca, Wanda and Heels are at the airport and they saw Heather and Sherry in the same terminal,” Cass said. “And they sent a picture, you have to remind us to show you later. It’s bad.”

“What, did they get stopped by security or something?” I asked.

“No, but their sunburns are getting worse,” Cass snickered. “They look like a couple of tomato people.”

Cattie, who had been getting her wind back, started coughing all over again as she tried not to laugh. Her stated goal was to nothing Heather. She didn’t want her ex living in her head rent-free, didn’t want to even give her being hated or loathed. The flip side of that was not wanting to revel in Heather’s current misery. Sherry, on the other hand, Cattie had extremely complicated feelings over. Her younger half-sister had betrayed her in about as bad a way as she could, but for all that Sherry was an adult who could make her own decisions, she was also young and naive and being manipulated by a master cunt.

The two of them had been a hot, painful pink when they’d driven away in a huff after the end of the trip. I could only imagine the sight of them if they were even worse off now.

“Cattie, gorgeous,” I said, reaching back and rubbing her knee. “You OK?”

“Yeah,” she croaked. “Just, uh, yeah.”

“I’m just saying, a little schadenfreude isn’t horrible,” Cass said. “When it’s earned and deserved.”

“Maybe with a little more time and space,” I suggested.

“No, no,” Cattie said. “It’s funny now. I was just choking on my own spit because they really do look fucking awful.” That got me to snort and shake my head as I grinned and met her eyes in the rearview mirror. She was smiling, if a little sadly, and shrugged. Then she sighed and wrapped an arm around Cass, pulling her into a hug as she took my hand in hers from her knee. “I love you guys,” she said simply.

“We love you too, bestie,” Cass said, hugging her back.

“And we’ll love you forever,” I promised. “You’re ours now.”

Chapter 3

“Welcome home,” I’d said to Cattie, holding her hand as we’d driven into Las Vegas.

It wasn’t really that different from driving into any other major city in the US. The famous ‘Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada’ sign might have been on the outskirts of the city at some point, but these days it was well within city limits and was one of many touristy Instagram stops. It also happened to be much deeper into the city than we were going since the 15 came in from the northeast and our condo was in the Central North area of the city.

Still, it had been a special moment because Cattie had never been to Vegas to visit us - she’d been years before on a family trip to see the sites and a couple of shows, but driving in with us and getting to say those words was something else.

Then we’d made our way through the city, nowhere near the Strip and its famous sites, and stopped at the grocery store before heading to our place.

Grocery shopping for three wasn’t so different than for two. Grocery shopping with two partners instead of one made the experience different. Cass and Catie’s easy banter was infectious, and we were handsy. I didn’t have one of them holding my hand, wrapped under my arm or with a hand on their ass.

Both of them seemed to like that last one the most, flashing me grins and occasionally pulling my hand into place instead of waiting for me to do it myself.

I also noticed us getting looks. Not often - it’s not like we were being excessive with PDA like horny teenagers. Kisses were limited to quick pecks between me and either one of them. And we weren’t actively goofing off like they had when they’d gone grocery shopping with most of the girls during the trip. But neither of them was hiding the fact that we were together, and I wasn’t doing it either. And that drew attention.

One old guy did a double take when I gave Cattie a kiss and he nudged the other old guy he was with and whispered to him. I realised they were cycling at around the same rate we were through the store and had probably seen me kiss Cass one or two ailes earlier. One woman, trailing three kids that weren’t getting much supervision whatsoever, scowled at me and Cass as we stood with our hands in each other’s back pockets, then her eyes bugged out when Cattie joined us with the cart and I pulled her into a side hug around her waist and she tilted her lips up for another quick kiss.

The biggest reaction we got, though, was from a trio of teenage boys. Maybe one of them recognized Cass or Catie - it was entirely possible. It didn’t happen often with Cass out in the normal world, but her current hairstyle and colour were pretty distinctive, and they did look pretty nerdy and would follow cosplayers on social media. Whether they actually recognised one of the girls or not, they definitely found both my fiancee and my girlfriend attractive enough that they started whispering to each other and glancing over. We were just finishing up and I was pushing the cart into line at the checkout, and Cass must have seen the three boys as well because she pulled Cattie back a couple steps and whispered to her.

Then Cattie came over, ducked under my arm and stood between me and the cart, glancing over her shoulder at me with a dazzling smile as she rocked her ass back with a press and wiggle against my crotch. I chuckled and she took my hands from the cart and wrapped my arms around her so I squeezed her in a hug. She turned in my arms and tilted her lips up for a kiss, which I gave her as I also gave her butt a quick, surreptitious squeeze with one hand. But then she said, “Oh, I forgot something,” a little louder than necessary and ducked back under my arm and grabbed Cass by the arm trading places with her. “Your turn,” she said, winking at me before skipping off deeper into the grocery store.

Cass, giggling under her breath, assumed Cattie’s place and grabbed both my hands, bringing them back onto her ass as she grinned up at me. I chuckled, shaking my head, knowing what she was doing, and she shrugged. “Love you, Tiger,” she said, then went on her tiptoes to give me a kiss.

When we got outside after I paid - Cattie demanding that we let her split the bill despite me arguing she was our guest for the next few days and Cass reminding me that she was my girlfriend, not just a guest, and needed to be allowed to be equal - both of the girls were chuckling because of the look on those teenagers faces.

“You were an absolute God to them,” Cass grinned. “Seriously, when Cattie made it clear she was with you I think one of them might have died of envy. Must have had a goth girl fetish.”

Cattie snorted and shrugged. “I do have a very specific niche in my fanbase who wishes I only ever did goth, goth and more goth,” she chuckled. “I for one like a little more variety. But you didn’t see the one who acted like he’d gotten stabbed in the heart when you got him to grab your butt. I think he had a cuckold kink ‘cause I’m pretty sure he was covering for having a raging boner.”

“You two are evil,” I laughed. “I love you, but you’re evil.”

“Join the Dark Side, Robbie,” Cass said.

“We have hookers and blow,” Cattie laughed.

“We do?” Cass asked, continuing the joke. “Well if I’d known that I wouldn’t have baked cookies to try and lure him over. Break out the hookers and blow, already!”

I got the groceries and girls loaded into the car while managing not to roll my eyes too hard.

Chapter 4

“Welcome home-home,” Cass said, holding Cattie’s hand as we reached the front stoop of our condo. It was ‘townhome’ style, a string of five all attached together. We had a middle unit, which meant our ‘yard’ was about four square feet of grass out front and we didn’t have a driveway. Thankfully the parallel parking spot in front of our place was open so I’d been able to pull right up.

“No, hold on,” Cattie said. “This is definitely your home, guys. We’ll eventually have a home together, but this one is yours.”

“Robbie, tell her she’s home,” Cass said, turning to me with a stern look. I was balancing four bags of groceries in my arms and gave her a look, but she gave me one back so I carefully set them down.

“Catherine,” I said as I then took the bag she’d been carrying under one arm from her and set it down as well.

“Robbie,” she said, cocking her head to the side and giving me a look that said, ‘Really? We’re doing this?’

I stood back up and took a breath, then scooped my hands under her jaw and pulled her to me in a deep, proper kiss. No tongue, not really all that sexual, just firm and intimate. She matched me, her stance relaxing a bit as our lips worked until she sighed a little through her nose and melted against me.

When I pulled away I kept one hand on her cheek and jaw and let the other one fall down to her hip. If one of our neighbours were looking out a window or walking down the street they would have been shocked at the display - Cass and I had lived there for over a year and a half and they all knew we were a couple. Now here I was kissing someone else like this, in front of her.

“Cattie, are you mine?” I asked her, using the lower tone of voice that I’d started to associate with being her Dom. It wasn’t a role I was fully comfortable with yet - I probably had hours of YouTube watching and article reading to do before I got there, but we both knew what the tone meant for us.

She looked up at me and took a breath, not of hesitation, but of serenity. “I’m yours, Master,” she said.

I groaned, just a little, in my chest at that beautiful, wild, loving statement. “I love you, and you’re mine,” I said. “And that means I’m yours. This is where I live, at least for now, but that means you are always, always at home here. With me. With us. Always.”

Cattie looked at me like she was hearing a roaring in her ears, overwhelmed, and I kissed her again and then scooped her up in a bridal carry. “Cass, could you get the door, baby?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Cass said, fishing her keys out of her purse and unlocking the front door, pushing it open and stepping aside.

“Robbie,” Cattie sighed, looking at me like I was a king and an idiot at the same time.

I carried her through the door, stopping two steps in and kissing her as I slowly set her down. She kissed me back, this time with tongue as she accepted our insistence. Once she had her footing I slid my hands down to her waist, then back to her ass, giving her a double-handed squeeze as I growled for her.

When I pulled away I looked her in the eyes. “Welcome home, Catherine,” I said sincerely.

“Thanks, Tiger,” she sighed, acquiescing and accepting.

I let her go and turned in place, stepping back out and startling Cass as I grabbed the grocery bag she was holding and set it down on the stoop before picking her up front to front. She was laughing and clung to me like a koala as I carried her inside as well, pivoting and putting her back to the wall and kissing her thoroughly as she held onto me. Once we were done I grinned at her. “Welcome home, Cassidy.”

“Glad to be here,” she said, her smile faltering a little as she ran one set of fingers through my hair. “And thankful you’re still my home. Forever.”

I couldn’t find an answer to that, knowing that she’d worried for years that I could leave her when I found out the truth. So I kissed her again, lightly. Reassuringly.

“Alright,” I finally said, letting her down. “Let’s get these bags inside before someone sees them sitting outside and decides it’s their lucky day.”

The girls and I worked together quickly, getting the groceries in first and Cass starting to put away the frozen and refrigerated items first while Cattie and I worked on the luggage. Once the front hall was piled high with all our bags, Cattie joined Cass in the kitchen while I went out to swap around our vehicles. There was a small parking lot for our building around one side, but it wasn’t well-lit and was somewhat out of sight from the road so I preferred to park my truck back there and keep Cassidy’s car up front where it was more accessible for her.

Vegas, especially the more suburban areas, wasn’t especially dangerous but it was still a city with all the drawbacks. And it was Vegas - just because the norm wasn’t bad didn’t mean that wild shit didn’t happen.

Once I had the cars swapped around I came back in, hearing the girls still chatting in the kitchen as they put away groceries. I took the opportunity, while I was kicking off my shoes, to check my phone and respond to the texts I’d been getting. The girls - my girls - seemed like they were making an effort not to overwhelm me. I knew they had a group chat that they were being more active with, so I’d mostly received little notes to keep me updated. I’d gotten a text from Terra about boarding the plane, and the pictures from Zenya and Becca. I’d also heard from Leia, who had woken up and been told about the picture from earlier.

The only girls I hadn’t heard from were Ami, who was solo road-tripping back home, and Wanda. We’d agreed that, until she’d confronted Brodi, she wanted to keep her distance. ‘My divorce needs to be for me, not about us,’ she’d said. And she was right.

I just wished I could check in with her.

‘We’re home safe,’ I texted all the girls who I didn’t have in my house, other than Wanda. ‘Miss you already. Soon isn’t soon enough.’

Pocketing my phone, I headed back to the kitchen and stopped in the doorway, raising both my eyebrows.

“What?” Cattie asked with a smirk. “You did say I’m home, so we figured I should get comfortable.”

They were both topless. Gloriously topless. Four fantastic tits staring me in the eye as they both sat on the counter and kicked their feet like little kids as they grinned at me.

Chapter 5

Giving Cattie the tour of our home was a little different than any other time Cass or I had given a home tour before.

The first big difference was that, by the time we left the kitchen, they were both naked. I lost most of my clothes before we made it upstairs.

The second big difference was that after the general ‘This is the XYZ room’ and commentary on the decor features, there was also a tour of the major pieces of furniture. Or, more specifically, the sexual uses of said furniture.

It started, of course, in the kitchen.

“Don’t you love these counters? Perfect height,” Cassidy said.

“Uh-huh,” Cattie moaned and nodded as she clung to me. I was balls deep in her pussy, her legs crossed behind my back as she sat on the counter and pulled my face to hers so we could make out.

“You were right, this table is nice and sturdy,” she later snickered, then gave Cassidy’s ass a smack. My fiancee was bent over the kitchen table as I railed her from behind. 

“Isn’t the rug so nice?” Cassidy grinned as she sat with Cattie’s head cradled in her lap while I fucked my delightfully curvy goth girlfriend on said rug, my pelvis clapping against her ass.

“We should probably replace these chairs for the new place,” Cassidy then laughed. The chair was comfy, but it was a rocker and a little awkward for either of them to climb onto my lap - especially when riding actions started.

“Stairs could use a runner or something,” Cattie moaned as I fucked her against them. By that point we’d made it through the couch, the little front bench, the downstairs washroom and crammed in the front closet like we were playing seven minutes in heaven.

“True,” Cassidy replied, stroking her hand down Cattie’s front, trailing fingers between her tits and down her stomach to tease through her trimmed bush of dirty blonde hair, the only evidence of her true hair colour not being goth black. They both had permission to touch and play but seemed to have silently agreed to keep it to touches and make the tour about getting fucked.

“Well, how are we supposed to use this?” Cattie asked, gesturing to Cassidy’s office. It wasn’t that it was a horrendous mess, though it had gotten a bit much in the run-up to the trip and all the last-minute preparations Cass was making with costumes. It was more that Cass had been really good about keeping her entire modelling business in that room so the rest of the house could be clean. It looked like a Cosplay Hoarders space, including the desk where she did all her photo editing and posting.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Cass asked. “We fuck using the costumes. But another time.”

The upstairs bathroom was next and Cattie was moaning hard as I pushed her face up against the mirror and fucked her from behind forcefully. “Look at how fucking pretty you are, Catherine,” I growled, turning compliments into dirty talk. “God, you’re gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. I could stare at you for hours and never get bored. I want to kiss you over and over. I want to kiss your perfect lips, and your cheeks, and your eyes. Your nose. Your forehead. Your ers. Fuck, Catherine. You’re my beautiful little slut.”

“I’m you’re beautiful little slut,” she panted, driving towards an orgasm that was making her knees weak. “I’m your beautiful, obedient little slut, Master.”

“Unfortunately the shower is not a sex zone,” Cassidy sighed, gesturing into the space. Cattie’s hair was a mess and she was grinning lazily, her orgasm having ripped through her powerfully. “The floor is way too slippery for some reason. I’ve tried everything, even one of those grippy bath mat things, it just slides around.”

“Alright,” Cattie sighed, grinning up at me for a moment. “We’ll just have to find some other shower to have sex in.”

The bed got a thorough exploration, but only once a longer break occurred while Cass gave Cattie a tour of her makeup station in our bedroom. And my fiancee had gotten the same pressed-to-the-glass treatment against that mirror.

“I love you, gorgeous,” I groaned, hugging Cattie to me as she whimpered into my shoulder. My cock was buried deep in her pussy, her tits mashed to my chest and her sweat-slick back under my hands.

“Holy fuck, Robbie,” she gasped breathily.

I chuckled in my chest and kissed her ear before looking down her body and between the cleavage of her butt cheeks where Cassidy was grinning at us with her eyes. “I think she’s enjoying this, baby,” I said.

“So good,” Cattie mewed.

My fiancee was tonguing my girlfriend’s ass, and they were both loving every minute of it.

“I need to make dinner,” Cass groaned a little later.

“Make her come, Cattie,” I ordered, palming my girlfriend’s perfect, large breasts lovingly. I had slowed down our fucking, knowing that I could blow at any moment and wanting to make the moment last. The slow stroking into Cattie while she was on her back was helping me extend, but seeing her chin bob and wiggle under, mashed to Cassidy’s pussy lips and clit hood as my fiancee sat on her face, had the opposite effect.

Cattie ended up coming first, but not for lack of trying. She just got there before Cass did. Her orgasm set me off though, seeing her body jiggle and her tits jump as she rode her pleasure while trying to focus on her best friend. That set me off next, and while I was tempted to drop another thick load of cum into my girlfriend’s depths, I pulled out instead. The rational part of me could have said something like ‘I didn’t want her to have to deal with it oozing out of her when we went down for dinner,’ but the realist part of me, the one that was willing to listen to the dirty, filthy part, knew it was just because I wanted to see Cattie covered in my cum.

I unloaded, my ass clenching hard as every muscle in my pelvis flexed and fired off rope after rope of cum, streaking her stomach from mound to tits, as I groaned and growled with my release.

That show set Cassidy off, the third in our chain, and she fell towards me as she ground her clit against Cattie’s lips and leaked her taste all over her best friend’s face.

When we’d both fallen aside, and I was cuddled up behind Cattie while Cassidy snuggled her from the front.

“Welcome home, bestie,” Cassidy said quietly, grinning as she looked into Cattie’s eyes.

“Thanks, bestie,” Cattie murmured back, then reached behind her to slide a hand across my hip. “For everything.”