III

Of all the things I expected to be doing with two gorgeously slutty incarnations of my wife, watching TV wasn’t high on the list. But that’s what both of them wanted to do. They turned on the big TV on the opposite wall of the bed, and we sat down. I have to say, I was extremely comfortable on the soft, silky sheets, with both my wives snuggled up against me from both sides.

They passed the remote back and forth between them behind my head, flipping through channels, arguing about what to watch. Their soft bodies moving against mine made me dizzy, but I tried to keep my composure. If they wanted to watch TV and banter while pretending to ignore me, it was only buying me precious time. The more energy I could save up, the better my chances of making it through this ridiculous trial.

They finally agreed to watch some random horror movie, but they weren’t really paying attention and kept playing with their phones. At some point, both of them fell asleep at the same time, heads against my shoulders.

How good they smelled. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about all the things I could do to them right now if I wanted…

My wife to the right seemed to wake up. She began covering my neck with kisses and carefully unzipped my pants. “Shhh”, she whispered, looking at my other wife, who had turned around in her sleep, her half-naked butt sticking out at me.  “We don’t want to wake her up.”

I tried to ignore her reaching into my pants and massaging my cock as best as I could by making conversation. “So, which of you is, like, the real one?”

She pulled my cock out, laid her head on my shoulder and started caressing my balls with her nimble hands. “Neither of us are, dummy.”

The TV was now showing an Ariana Grande concert. It almost seemed to run in slow motion. The last thing I needed right now was footage of Ariana Grande, in a miniskirt and stockings, dancing in slow motion, but there it was.

My wife to the right was playfully tapping to the rhythm, using her fingertips on the tip of my cock, pointing it directly at my other wife’s beautiful round butt cheeks. To come in such a situation…

Suddenly my right wife let go and pretended to be sleeping, as my left wife woke up.

She rubbed her eyes and turned around, looking at my erect cock. “Oh, hello there. Have you touched yourself while we were asleep? Oh you…”

She slid down on the bed, putting the TV back into my view. It was showing scenes from a photoshoot with Anya Taylor-Joy in sexy outfits. God damn it. I just stared at the screen as my wife sucked my cock like a whore. I don’t know how I managed not to cum. It was bittersweet hell. At the last possible second, my other wife woke up, which made my first wife stop.

The right wife stretched her body, and looked at the left wife. “Well, what do you think?”

The left wife chuckled. “We can break him. Let’s just take turns fucking him.”

And so that’s what they did. While one was on top of me, fucking me senseless, the other one was showering me with gentle kisses and whispers of unspeakable things. Then they switched.

It went on like that for a while.

After what seemed like forever, they were finished, and laid flat down on the bed, panting.

As for myself, I was clinging to the last remains of my sanity. My cock was soaked from both of my wives squirting yoni juices all over it. Repeatedly and in tandem. That really is something you don’t get to see every day.

But I didn’t orgasm. It was the most taxing thing my body ever had to endure. My face was red and teary-eyed, and I felt like I was dying.  It took a few minutes until I was able to think, let alone speak again.

My one wife was sitting on a chair in an emerald green silk nightgown, smoking a joint. The other one was naked, doing yoga. I tried not to look at them, and coughed up the words, “Have I passed?”

One of them said, “Still too early to decide. Next time, maybe.”

“Erm, please?”, I gasped.

My one wife put out the joint in an ashtray and came over to me. “Oh honey, I’m sorry, but it’s not me that makes the rules. They are literal aeons old and come from the madam herself. I’m just the executioner here. And I would hate to see you banished, because I have to say, I’m actually quite enjoying myself. Don’t you?”

I nodded.

“Thought so. You know what, I’m going to let you go home early today. Looking forward to our next meeting. Good night!”

“Wait… What was that about ‘aeons’?” But I was already drifting out of sleep.

I had to spend the day in bed, putting bags of ice around my crotch. Trying to distract myself proved impossible. I could think of nothing but all the different ways I was going to fuck my wife when the trial was over. I thought about it for hours and hours. There were times when I felt like I was going to lose my mind.

I had my ups and downs, but I eventually made it through the day, enough to fall asleep again.

Madam almost seemed worried when I stumbled through the doors of the Red Mansion. As always, she took off my coat. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. It’s just the trial. It’s… exhausting. But I will pass.”

She looked interested. “Which trial do you speak of?”

I became nervous. Was there more than one? “You know, the initiation, er, thing? I can’t, you know, finish? ‘Cause otherwise I will be banished?”

The most ladylike of giggles escaped her. “I’m sorry”, she said, after gaining her composure back. “This is not representative of the services this house provides. I’m afraid one of our residents played a little prank on you. She likes to do things of that nature sometimes. But be assured, no such trial exists.”

What? No. It couldn’t be.

Could it?

She looked me over and raised an eyebrow. “You really endured until now? I have to say, I’m kind of impressed. We should have dinner sometime. Anyway, let me be clear: You can come here whenever you want, in every sense. You are a welcome guest, and you will not be banished. Now please, finally go and enjoy yourself.”

With that, she left.

All kinds of thoughts and feelings were rushing through me. At once, I stomped up the stairs and burst into the red velvet room.

My wife was already waiting for me on the bed, her legs spread. Black cotton overknee socks dangled loosely from her feet. Other than that, she was wearing nothing.

“I can see it in your eyes, I’ve been found out. You got me.” She laughed. “Admit, it was fun. But, okay – maybe I went a little too far.” She opened her legs even wider. I could see that her yoni was dripping.

“Now, the question is, what are you going to do about it?”