Risky Games

Attention Reader! This is the ninth installment of a longer story arc, but it shouldn't be too hard for a new reader to jump in here and read this story out of context. I have woven in short 'reminders' of relevant plot points from the previous installments into the early sections of the story. Also, for quick reference, here is the series homepage: https://www.literotica.com/series/se/risky-games

The following story is focused on the solidification of a mff breeding triad/harem as they all move in together. There is plenty of risky, unprotected, consensual sex, between one or more 18-20-something-year-old bisexual women (in various stages of pregnancy/fertility) and a 39/40-year-old man (and each other), culminating in insemination/impregnation. There are strong themes of breeding, pregnancy, and motherhood, as well as references to, but not detailed descriptions of, difficult and pre-term childbirth. This story includes some graphic descriptions of women swapping and sharing semen, and one of them drinks the other's breastmilk, but nothing I would consider extreme, and no scat or golden showers or anything of that nature. Finally, there is some light restraint/bondage and teasing about pregnancy risk in there too, but everything in this story is consensual.

All characters involved in sexual situations are at least 18 years old (there is some mention/description of the breastfeeding of infants--it is purely non-erotic, you pervs!) And finally: The following story is purely fictional. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence.

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Gary quickly scrambled to cover his naked, muscular body with a bathrobe as he hurried over to the hotel door. When the 39-year-old man peeked through the peephole, he recognized the young woman on the other side of the door immediately, though she looked quite different from how he remembered her.

He noticed that her bright purple hair had grown out, and now showed an inch or so of her natural coloration at the roots. Knowing she detested that dirty blonde color, he deduced that she apparently lacked time and/or money to address that. He shook his head and smiled to himself, thinking, "You know, I think this is the first time I've seen her natural hair color since she tended my garden all those years ago..."

Then, looking down, he saw that she had regained much of her form from before pregnancy, save a larger bust and... then his eye fell on the infant strapped to her chest, who also looked significantly larger to him than the last time...

Gary knew Erin was angry with him--he had made some admittedly poor choices right before their son was born, and they had essentially been avoiding each other since. He figured she would come around eventually, and now that Erin was there, he hoped this was a good sign. So Gary decided to open the door right away and welcome her in, paying no heed to the naked, pregnant woman still sitting in the large bed behind him, phone out and texting. No doubt, she had been the one to leak Gary's location to their unexpected visitor.

"Surprise, motherfucker!" the young mother whispered from the hotel hallway, quietly enough not to disturb the infant peeking out from the carrier on her chest, but loudly enough to get the message across to her baby daddy, whose stocky frame, receding hairline, and five o'clock shadow exuded masculinity and maturity.

Erin, continued, slightly louder, "Gary, this is Arthur, your son. Arthur, this is Gary, your daddy." Then she looked at Gary expectantly, "Do you want to hold him?"

Gary quickly ushered Erin into the hotel room, where his naked 18-year-old lover perched on the bed, watching eagerly. He briefly wondered what Erin would think of the fact that the room absolutelyreekedof sex, but he shrugged it off. Then, Gary poked his head out of the door and looked each way down the long hallway. Seeing nobody, he grabbed the luggage cart and heaved it into the room, catching the door at the last second before it slammed shut.

Gary scuttled up beside Erin, who had already begun unbuckling the various straps of her harness, and releasing the young infant. He took his young son in his hands and beamed, "Well, hello there, little sir. Sir Arthur!"

"You have to support his head more," Erin instructed as she helped adjust Gary's hold on their child, "In the crook of your elbow, like this,"

After giving them a moment, June snuck up to inspect the young baby as well. She didn't feel any need to bother covering her nudity, as it was nothing Erin hadn't seen--or licked--before.

Gary was transfixed as he bounced his tiny son in his arms, and didn't notice June's approach. But Erin saw her straight off, and greeted her in a friendly way, "Oh, hi there, June! You're looking good!"

"Thanks, you too!" June said, reflexively, though she too was also very distracted by little Arthur.

Erin came up to her, pulled her in for a big hug, and then planted a kiss on her lips, which morphed into a full-on open-mouthed kiss, with tongues. Then she broke the kiss and caressed Junes bare, bulging belly. "So wait, you're almost halfway there now, right?"

"Yeah... well, no, not quite. About 15 weeks now..." June said, starting out absentmindedly, but then needing to concentrate to remember where she was in her pregnancy... "Gosh, late May was so long ago now! How is it mid-September now?!?" she wondered.

Erin took Arthur back and began to nurse him as the other two looked on intently. June felt her own nipples tighten a little as she watched the small babe suckling on Erin's exquisite tit. "Goodness, look at thosetinyfingers!" she thought to herself.

The three continued to chat as Arthur greedily sucked and gulped. At a few points they all chuckled about his loud breathing and swallowing noises. Gary addressed his son, "hehe... easy there champ... it's not a race!"

Erin glared at Gary and said, "Don't listen to your daddy. Eat up, little guy!"

As Erin burped Arthur, Gary checked his watch, then started suggesting a plan, "Hey June, why don't you shower and get dressed. Then I'll get cleaned up and dressed and we can all go out to breakfast? There's a 24-hour diner around the corner. I don't imagine there will be a wait this early..."

* * *

"Three adults, and space for a stroller?" Gary asked tentatively.

"Not in a booth, please!" June added hastily, caressing her domed belly for emphasis.

The hostess thought for a second, and then grabbed three enormous menus and announced, "Right this way!" before zipping off into the long, greasy room.

They navigated the stroller to a nearby table, seated themselves in the grimy diner, and began to inspect the oversized menus.

Arthur, thankfully, had fallen asleep on the drive over, and hadn't woken up when Erin transferred his basinet from the car to the stroller base. Gary was amazed; both at the technology and at Erin's technique. "Shit... I have so much to learn!" he thought, and tried not to grimace.

After placing their orders, the three began discussing their respective situations.

June started off with a summary of her miserable state of affairs, "TL;DR, I snuck Gary into my dorm and got kicked out of school before my first round of exams freshman year, and disowned by my folks. I'm about 15 weeks pregnant with his,yourbaby, and my dad basically told me I am dead to them, but if my 'baby's daddy' had any decency, he'd marry me."

Erin nodded along sympathetically, and then added her update. "Well, Arthur's almost nine weeks old, six weeks since he left the NICU... I'm on medical leave from school this semester... and will probably take the whole year... I only need two more years to graduate but... not sure if I'll have the time or the money to finish my degree... Ihadbeen living at home with my parents, but you know... we weren't getting along so well, and... well, I'd rather bring Arthur up in a loving and open home, rather than one seething with resentment and disappointment behind obviously fake smiles..."

Gary looked at the 18- and 20-year old women whose lives he had so irrevocably altered. One was pregnant with his baby, the other one had already given birth to another of his progeny... He realized very deeply in that moment, that while this last year of debauchery had been like a dream come true for him, the consequences were very much playing out as nightmarish for the girls... he had a duty to them... and to his children...

Gary cleared his throat and then calmly informed them of his state of affairs, "Well, I guess it's my turn... uhh, I've knocked up multiple women in the last year, uh... most importantly you two... Um, I just got a big promotion and raise at work, so I'm actually doing pretty well, financially... I own my car, the house still has about a decade left on the mortgage, but I've got a good bit of equity now... Umm I guess my work is remote, so I can also work from pretty much wherever, if we are actually talking about what I think we're talking about..."

The two young women looked at Gary expectantly, so he continued, "You girls know I can only marryoneof you, right?"

June immediately spoke up, emphatically but very carefully articulated, "It's actually very important to me that you and I get married, if it's all the same to you, Erin... I'm not really that religious anymore, but I can't help but feel like... like our child should be born into an 'official' family... do you understand?"

"I don't need the legal paperwork to feel 'official,' like that," Erin offered, then demanded, "But I want a promise... a three-way pact, if you will... You can be his official, legal wife, but Arthur and I have equal support to June and her kid... resources, love, attention... all of that..."

Gary and June both nodded along and Gary replied, "Of course! Of course!"

"Plus, I get to be the Domme of the house." Erin added.

June, who had recently gotten her own taste of a dominative role, hesitated.

Noting the lack of swift agreement, Erin began to pull rank, "I'm older. I've known him longer... Iintroducedyou two. Wealreadyhave a kid together... and you know I'm the Domme when I fuck either of you, or both of you, right?"

June tentatively agreed, "Ok, but maybe we could flip roles every so often?"

Erin teased her, "You want me to be his little wifey every so often?"

"No..." June rolled her eyes, and continued, "You know what I mean... Like, sometimes I like to get fucked... sometimes I like tofuck!" Realizing that last word came out as almost a shout, but thankfully oblivious to the heads that started turning, she continued quietly, "And... sometimes I like to... breed other women with him..."

Erin grinned back at her and replied, "I know what you mean," and caressed June's belly under the table. "Ok, every so often, you can take a lead role in knocking up some hapless damsel with him. Ok?"

"Ok. Agreed." June said.

"Agreed." Erin added.

"Um.. well, then.. uh..." Gary stammered then announced, "Agreed!"

The few other patrons in the diner glanced at them again, and a waitress came over to check on them, "You need anything, Hun?" she asked.

Gary waved her off politely, then brought up some more practical important points, "Would we actually have enough money to live the way we want? And where would we live? Somehow, I don't think any of us want to be in my current house... right next door toyourparents," Gary said looking at Erin, then turned to June, "and a mile or so fromyours..."

Erin and June both looked glumly at their utensils, so Gary continued, "In this market, I'm sure I could sell my house in a heartbeat. I've still got a mortgage, but I have enough of it paid off that if I sold it, we could convert that equity to a pretty nice chunk of change to make a down payment on another house or condo, or pay for the first several months of an apartment somewhere... really anywhere. I work remotely, and other than a few states, I can work from anywhere."

"I feel like, stereotypically, I think of old perverts--no offense, Gary," Erin said, mockingly, "Umm, old bigamist perverts take their teen brides and usually go live somewhere in the woods, or in the countryside. Like off the grid, ya know?"

Gary nodded along, taking her little dig at him in good humor.

"But," Erin continued, "I amnota country girl, and I have no interest in living in a fucking cabin in the fucking woods."

"Amen." June muttered, "Though,fuckingin the woods..." she trailed off with a naughty smirk.

Erin continued, "No, I want to live in the city, somewhere walkable, with things to do and a hospital close by, if Arthur needs it. Or for June."

June piped up in agreement, "Yes, easy access to medical care is a must! "Plus," she added in a mischievous tone, "I want to live in a city with lots of young people... a night scene...."

Erin and Gary caught her drift immediately. "Yes," Gary agreed, "I can work from pretty much anywhere with a good internet connection and reasonable tax and labor laws so I can telecommute without pissing off HR. Even easier if we stay in-state, but I can be flexible. I'm sure we can find a modest apartment in a decent city, with some hot, young community members, and a good hospital, I guess school district matters soon, but we'll get there..."

The three happily spent the next two and a half hours chowing down on greasy diner food, and planning out the next chapter of their lives.

* * *

Gary put Erin and Arthur up in the hotel room right across the hall for the rest of the week, and then they got busy executing the plan.

Gary and June went to the local courthouse the very next day to get their marriage license. It was surprisingly easy, and significantly less awkward than Gary had feared. The only snag being the reminder that they would needtwowitnesses to the ceremony later in the week, so they would need Erin, and one more...

Rather than bring both women to a jeweler and try to explain their needs, Gary took June to one location of a chain jewelry store, and bought a three ring set (his and hers 18k gold rings, and a matching gold engagement ring for her with a sapphire flanked by two diamonds).

Then he took Erin to another location and bought the exact same set but with a ruby instead of a sapphire, and sized correctly forher. Gary decided he would wear both of his wedding bands, one on the fourth finger of each hand. And his 'wives'-to-be were both pleased with decision.

With license and rings in hand, June and Gary reserved a non-denominational rent-a-priest for a quick ceremony to be held in the hotel chapel at the end of the week. It would be a tiny ceremony, attended only by Erin and Arthur, and a second witness, still TBD.

* * *

It was the morning of the wedding, and they still didn't have a second witness. They discussed options over breakfast at the hotel, less than calmly.

"No, that's not... No... just listen," June explained, "We need the officiantand two additionalwitnesses. So we still need one."

Erin pouted, "Why can't the officiant just sign it twice? I really don't see why they can't serve two functions..."

Gary tried to mediate, "The world is full of dumb rules... but ya still gotta go with it. Especially with this kind of bureaucratic bullshit. It's... it's gotta be to the letter."

Erin sighed. "Phshhhh.... ok then, so who's it gonna be?"

Gary sounded defeated, "Family is out. Friends? I mean, Katie might approve, but she's not gonna drive or fly all the way out here at the drop of a hat."

June shook her head sullenly, lamenting, "I don't have any friends anyway... whether or not they would consider approving..."

Gary stared out the window, lost in thought. Then Erin saw his lip twitch and a little twinkle in his eye.

"What?" she asked. "You have an idea?"

"I just might." he replied, then pointed out the window.

A large family was gathered in front of the hotel and posing for a photo.

"What?" Erin asked, not catching his drift. "I thought we said no family."

"We could get aphotographer." Gary said, "There won't be a big party or anything, but why not get someone other then Erin to take the pictures? You can even beinthe pictures too.... as a bridesmaid or whatever."

Erin blinked. "So the officiant can't also be a witness, but the photographer can also be a witness? How doesthatmake sense?"

"'Cause the photographer ain't signing the freakin' form Erin!" Gary explained, hardly masking his irritation, "The form we submit to the government for our marriage... to be official, it has to be signed by June, and me, and the damn priest--sorry June--and two witnesses. That's five different adults that have to sign the document. Why can't the fifth be the photographer who is literally bearing witness and recording the fucking event?"

Erin got defensive, "Ok, ok! God. I'm just a little sleep deprived here keeping our little shit-box alive and shitting... let's not all jump on the 'Erin's a retard' train! Jeez!"

"Sorry, sorry." Gary back-peddled. "Of course, I... I didn't mean it like that. I'm tired too, and stressed about getting this right... I didn't mean to snap at you."

After apologizing, he smirked enough that Erin asked, "What?!?"

"Did you call Arthur 'our little shit-box'?" he quizzed her.

"If the description fits..." she replied with a shrug. Ever the moody goth.

June returned the conversation to the subject at hand, asking, "Ok, come on focus people! So where do we find a wedding photographer on like ten hour's notice? I'm not sure that makes this easier... don't you usually need to book them months out?"

"Oh... we don't need aprofessionalone!" Erin chimed in, suddenly perking up, and looking more spirited, "I bet we can find a decent amateur to take our pics, and sign the paper for us."

"Who would bear witness and document our nuptials, and our consummation?" June asked, suggestively.

Erin asked, "Would we fuck her too?"

Gary listened intently, becoming more and more excited about this plan.

"Maybe?" June answered tentatively, "I mean... if she's hot, and into it... and clean..."

Erin immediately pulled her phone out and started searching. Within 20 minutes she had found a profile of a local photographer. Semi-professional, but not with a company. Purely independent... obviously young, probably not much older than June... hopefully green... Her website listed both wedding and boudoir pictures as options, and she had an LGBTQ rainbow flag banner and a 'safe space' statement, so they figured she might not be hostile, or who knows, even be open, to their unusual request...

She shared both pictures she had taken, and a few of herself, and the three of them discussed her looks, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a wedding ring, but did have an LGBTQ rainbow flag lapel pin in one of the shots.

"Ok, well she's not that much older than we are," June offered, "And sure, she's not particularly thin. But she's like, lesbian hot."

Erin nodded in agreement, as June continued, "I actually wouldn't mind a chance at feeling someone a little... softer... ya know?"

Gary started to say something, but Erin interjected, "...and look at thosejugs!"

Gary smiled and nodded in agreement, just before Erin snatched her phone back and touched her screen to call the number on the bottom of the page.

"Hi, yeah... is this Chrissy?" Erin put on her most polite voice. "Yeah, hi... Are you still freelancing as a photographer? Yeah? Great! Uh huh... uh huh... umm, well, I have a sort of last minute job that I hope you will consider. I... well I found you online, and I saw your work on Insta, and Iloveyour vibe! My friend is getting married tonight... total spur of the moment thing, but he's the nicest guy... they're just doing a little ceremony, and anintimatelittle party... is there any chance you could fit us into your evening tonight? Yeah, we can pay $400 for like a 90 minute commitment downtown?"