Sunrise.
I'm up before them.
How strange it is to be in a sexual, sensual, loving relationship -
With your own mother.
Now one pretty head on the beautiful body she shares with your wife.
Technically, she is also my wife now . . .
We agreed to ditch the whole "mom" thing to keep the relationship on.
But I sometimes think about it.
On Sleepy Saturday mornings such as this.
They're adorable.
Ellie, my old love. Things weren't right, but now they are. I will keep this fire going forever.
Nancy, my new love, who I thank for my existence. My voice of reason and guidance is now one always close to me.
They're still sleeping, lying on their right side, facing me.
Nancy's head is leaning against Ellie's. Her right cheek is pressing against Ellie's left.
Nancy's shorter, curly brunette locks intertwining with Ellie's lighter brown rich strands.
They're not snoring, but Nancy is drooling . . . onto Ellie's cheek.
Oh boy, its rolling down onto her lips.
Should I clean it? No, that would wake them.
They look beautiful like this, drool or not.
The Wave made them the same, morphologically young age.
I took a peek under the blanket that went up to all of our necks.
Two, large, round, pillow-like orbs, just a tad bit sagging, but with the same young skin that the rest of their body has.
A perfect fusion between the original pairs of the original two women's two original bodies.
Now one, perfect one.
With two, great, fun minds.
Those pillows are probably softer than the one I'm lying on right now.
I put my head between them.
Yes, much softer.
So soft.
Can't we spend all of Saturday like this?
. . .
Oh shoot, I thought I silenced my phone.
I reach over to grab it, trying not to move my head from its perfect position.
"SCAM LIKELY"
Idiots.
[Nancy + Ellie]: Hmmmm . . .
They shift in bed before they eyes flutter open.
Ellie smirks playfully, while Nancy just smiles warmly.
Great, that woke them up . . . they were sleeping so soundly.
[Nancy]: Morning, honey.
[Ellie]: Mor- *yawns* - ning . . . Phone call, Andy?
[Andy/Me]: Yeah, stupid scam callers.
[Nancy + Ellie]: Oof.
Ellie's eyes widened as she noticed the drool and did her best to straighten up her side of her body with the help of my wives' shared body's right arm - only she has control over it, while Nancy only has control over the left arm of the body.
The same concept applies to the legs of the body, but shared control goes for everything else.
[Ellie]: Hey! Eww-Eww-Eww
I hand her a tissue.
[Nancy]: Oops, sorry miss . . .
She wipes her mouth with the back of her wrist, then props her side of the body up with her arm.
The whole thing makes their melons bounce.
They notice me, with my head on my actual pillow looking, and giggle.
[Andy/Me]: Yarr!
I plunge my head between their breasts and blow a couple of loud kisses on their chest.
They're pressed on either side of my head and cheeks, and are just jiggling wildly.
We're all laughing hysterically now.
[Andy/Me]: You guys just want to sleep in . . .
[Nancy]: Mmm . . . yeah, we stayed up late yesterday.
[Ellie]: Shoot, that was some fantastic stuff.
Rewatching "Pulp Fiction" while having sex probably isn't the most inventive thing we've done, but oh, that was great.
Only possible since my wives' shared vagina isn't my mom's - but a blend.
If it was, than all of this would be considered incest.
Not that Nancy would care - the moment she fused with Ellie, she already started liking me - in a sexual way.
[Nancy + Ellie]: *Sigh* - We gotta take a shower, care to join us?
I chuckle.
[Andy/Me]: Heh, get it warm, I'll clean up here.
Such amazing coordination.
Their smoothly-shaven, lithe, and entirely naked form crawls out of bed, arms scratching their heads and rubbing their eyes.
Nancy scratches their left asscheek before pinching the right, illiciting a yelp and a shared giggle after Ellie does the same to the left.
It's not humongous, but certainly supple and pear-shaped.
They stopped for a sip of water as I tidied up the mess of our bed, removing the bedsheets and anything tainted, tossing them and the clothes onto the floor.
I look up and spy my wives walking to the bathroom, ass and breasts bouncing.
As they turn into the bathroom, Ellie notices me staring and pauses, winking and cutely biting her lower lip.
Nancy wheels her half of the body around and sticks her longer-than-normal tongue, sexily gliding it around her face in a circle before guiding it downwards, below her chin, tickling the right breast.
Ellie does the exact same with her equally as long tongue.
And now my Morning Wood is pounding.
After slurping their tongues up,
[Nancy+Ellie]: (Sensually) Hurry up, Andy . . . don't wanna miss us in the shower, do you honey baby?
2 minutes later and my naked bum is upstairs and in the shower, having thrown everything that needed to be thrown into the washer.
We're not having sex,
But we are helping each other out with masturbating.
And we're kissing.
It's hard to kiss two people at once.
Sometime I alternate.
Sometimes I smooch both of their lips, pressed together.
Sometimes I fake out and just suck on their nipples.
Typically, when we're not having sex, to kiss, we first embrace before both of them kiss me, a peck for either cheek.
After that, I work my way up, alternately kissing their necks before I French kiss the both of them.
They always seem to get so worked up over who I kiss first after that whole "ritual".
Jealousy, I guess, in a weird sense.
It's much better than hate or isolation or hostility though in a relationship, as I have previously experienced with Ellie.
I think about this every day.
I'm a crazy-ass lucky bastard.
Unlike what it did to billions of couples worldwide,
The Wave fixed my marriage.