Risky Games

Attention Reader! This is the tenth 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 (or even better, go one story back and start with the 9th chapter). 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

This story is centered on a throuple (mff, with a major breeding fetish), as they adjust to married life and parenthood. They fuck each other, and eventually seduce and breed the fertile consultant who they hired to help with breastfeeding and sleep-training techniques.

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!) The following story is purely fictional. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence.

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Erin kissed Arthur lovingly on the forehead, and then gently laid her sleepy infant down in his basinet. The tightly swaddled bundle barely moved, though a tiny little whimper escaped his lips as his fragile sleep was disturbed by the sounds of his mother's departure, stealthy as it was.

The 20-year-old mother didn't look back. Instead, she tiptoed back to her bed, eager to cuddle under the warm covers.

Gary was awake and glanced up at Erin when she entered. He gave a thumbs-up and flashed an inquisitive look at her.

She held a finger to her lips to shush him silently, and then she pointed at the door and laid her head on her hand to mime 'sleeping' and then gave a thumbs up.

Gary returned the thumbs up, along with a smile. Then he returned her gestures, shushing her with a finger to his lips and then laying his head on his hands. But then he pointed to June, soundly asleep beside him.

She was taking up well more than her allotted third of the enormous bed--more like half--but seeing as she was now massively pregnant with Arthur's half sibling, neither Erin nor Gary was going to deny her some spread.

Erin started to sneak into bed when Gary put his hand out to stop her. When she looked at him in exhausted confusion, Gary arched his eyebrows and made the 'fuck' gesture with his hands, obscenely thrusting his right index finger through the 'O' formed with his left hand.

Erin rolled her eyes and flipped him off with both middle fingers.

Then she smiled impishly and suddenly flashed her amazing tits at him, taking advantage of the nursing flaps in her nightie, which offered easy access for rapid deployment.

"Mmmm, I love those tit slits" Gary whispered quietly, as he reached out to caress her exposed flesh. He could feel some residual moisture from a combination of milk and Arthur's slobber, but it did not detract from his enthusiasm for copping a feel.

He knew to steer clear of her tender nipples so close after a feeding, but he luxuriated in her soft, supple breasts. He felt the heft of each one, as he lifted them from underneath, and gave them each a firm, whole-handed squeeze.

Then Gary trailed his fingertips lightly upwards from the bottoms of her full breasts, towards her sternum and sliding up underneath the stretchy material of her nighty, where he could feel her heart thumping.

Gary was just starting to get hard when Arthur's wailing cry pierced the quiet of the night.

Erin grumbled and started getting up, when Gary stopped her. "Don't worry about it. I'll take this turn. You get some sleep... We'll... we'll get another chance to fool around...."

He kissed her lovingly, and then hurried down the hallway to console his screaming son.

* * *

Sleep training was not going well. And it wasn't the only thing running awry.

They were all cranky and sleep deprived, Erin most of all. The frustration was real, and building quickly, so it was time to get ahead of the bull.

Erin finally called a family meeting.

"None of us hasanyfucking clue what we're doing!" she wheezed in exasperation. "I'm an only child, I'd hardly evenseena baby before Arthur was born! June, you're effectively an only child, you never saw your adopted sister until she was four fucking years old... and Gary?" the acid dripped from her tongue as she stared at him expectantly, "You're the goddamn 'grownup' here, and you don't even know how to fucking change a diaper the right way, let alone clean a goddamn bottle!"

Gary opened his mouth to speak, but Erin shushed him before he could get a single word out. "Shh! I am not finished. It's not like we're going to get any help from my parents... or June's... and I don't know, Gary... you old fuck, are your parents even alive?"

This time Gary spoke up, "Yes. My parents are both very much alive... they're, well, they're separated. My dad wouldn't really be of any help....guys, right?" he asked trying to get a smile.

His two wives just silently glared, unsmiling, so he continued, "My mom... well I mean she's nearly 70, and... I mean, A, she wouldn't like this arrangement any more than either ofyourmoms... and B, what's she going to do, teach us all how she changed my diapers and raised me 40 fucking years ago?"

June and Erin stared back at him.

"No." he said flatly. "No fucking way."

"Well I'm done with watching training videos online, and that dumb class at the hospital was practically worthless. Ugh! It's all so contradictory!" Erin complain, on the verge of sobbing.

"We could hire someone." June suggested.

"Like... ananny?" Gary asked, his eyes bulging. "Like, we're doing ok financially... but not, 'hire some help' well! I'm the only one in the household earning an income right now... can't we... like between thethreeof us...?"

June glared back at him while thrusting out her massively pregnant belly and massaging her lower back for emphasis, and Erin just looked at him with a bored expression and explained like she was talking to a toddler, "June's right. But not a nanny... we need a coach! Someone who can teach us how to do some of this shit... and like what to care about and what to let slide. And we need to know it cold by the time June's baby comes!"

* * *

Christmas music drifted above the chatter and bustle of the crowded cafe. The air was aromatic with the scents of coffee and burnt toast. Erin and June sipped at their mugs of hot cocoa, eyeing women as they entered the cafe or walked by their table. They wondered who they were here to meet. They had only communicated with the specialist by text up until now, and they weren't sure what to expect when she recommended meeting for an 'interview' at this cafe. Who could it be?

Finally, a gorgeous woman walked up to their table, and asked if they were here for sleep training, gesturing towards the stroller in which Arthur snoozed. June eagerly nodded, absolutely thrilled to see a tall, curvy, caramel-brown woman with a head of well-coifed, curls. A pair of large, dark brown eyes looked back at her from behind even larger, nerdy glasses. Like Erin, she had several piercings in her ears, as well as through the septum of her nose.

June didn't let her eyes linger on the woman's large bust, for fear of creeping out their interviewee, but she certainly noticed, and thought to herself, "This lady's stacked!" So June looked back at the stranger's face, and studied her large, angular features. She wondered, "Is she Latina? Cuban? Brazilian? She looks at least partly Black... maybe?"

The woman introduced herself to the two young women seated across from her, "Nyah, N-Y-A-H. It rhymes with Maya..." and she went on, explaining, "I was recently certified as a breastfeeding consultant, sleep training specialist and all-around coach for new parents. I'm happy to answer any questions that you, June, or your partner... what was it again?"

"Erin," the gothy one with dark purple hair replied with an exaggeratedly friendly smile, before returning to her face to the stony, expressionless face she thought she should wear as an interviewer. Her stoic presentation made a stark contrast to the effervescent, and enthusiastically gesturing Nyah.

"Ok, right... hi Erin!" Nyah said with a slightly more nervous smile, looking back and forth between the two women, and noticing their matching wedding rings, "So umm, you're actually my first lesbian couple... uh, which I think is great!" suddenly feeling more awkward, she felt compelled to add, "I'm actually bisexual myself, so it's cool to have some more representation among my clientele... I mean, assuming you want to go forward with me..."

Erin and June exchanged knowing glances. The game was afoot...

Sure, Erin was desperate to get a handle with Arthur's chaotic schedule. And sure, June was anxious about her own little one, due in less than 10 weeks. But they were also both immediately attracted to Nyah. Something about her just screamed out to them, "I am one of you!" She was only a little bit older than they were, absolutely stunning, and she certainly looked like she could be bi.

"Oooh!" Nyah squealed when she saw some movement inside the stroller. "And is that the little one joining us?"

"Yes, this is Arthur," Erin answered, pushing the hood back to reveal her little son, blinking from the sudden intrusion of light, and fussing a little more now that he could see his mother. Erin scooped him up in her arms and began to rock and bounce him as she shifted her focus back to the woman they were supposed to be interviewing.

"So why don't you tell us a little bit more about your experience, your background and your philosophy?" June prompted, as she and Erin continued to size up the slightly older woman sitting across from them.

"Well... let's see," Nyah sipped her oat milk cappuccino and organized her thoughts for a second, before launching into her introduction, complete with a lot of large gestures and active body language that made her shoulder-length frizzy curls bounce and her generous bosom wobble. The slight jangle of her multiple large earrings against each other added emphasis to her body-wide jiggle.

"Yes, well, I'm 26 years old. I grew up in suburban Connecticut. Yes, I know, it's like one of the whitest states, especially in the 'burbs. So, even though I'm biracial--my dad's Black, my mom's Italian, like real Connecticut Italian,'speaks Italian to her family and gossips with the the guy at the corner store in Italian'Italian--anyway I was 'the Black girl,' with scare quotes, up until high school, when I was one of like... ten?"

Erin nodded along, trying not to get caught looking at Nyah's bouncing tits, and thinking "Ahh... BlackandItalian! That explains how involved her arms and body are in answering simple questions..."

Nyah continued her introduction, oblivious to the two pairs of eyes ogling her, "When I graduated, I went to a pretty small Historically Black liberal arts college in the South, which was somewhat of a culture shock, but it was a lot of fun, and I did well enough, I guess... I knew I wanted to do something with kids. I was the oldest of four sisters, and I helped raise the other three. So, I went for a degree in child development, and ended up getting a masters too... "

"Ok, so that's background, I guess..." Erin murmured, sounding impatient, though really she was just struggling to balance her own priorities, thinking silently, "Am I looking for help with Arthur, or a new fuck bunny? Do I have to choose?"

Before Erin could continue, June tried to warm things up a bit, "Ok cool, cool... I'm biracial too... Half Korean, half... WASP, I guess. Mom's a Southern Belle type. Uhhh, but not theracistSouthern Belle type..." she said, awkwardly, not knowing how an African American would interpret 'Southern Belle', so she felt the need to clarify. "And very impressive education... I went to a pretty competitive school too... for a couple of weeks, and then..." she stared down at her enormous midsection and caressed it lovingly.

Nyah eyed the lesbian couple and started to realize things weren't quite adding up.

"Wait... um, sorry, may I ask how old you... uh I mean, how did..." she trailed off awkwardly, wilting under Erin's stare. "You know, never mind. Share what you want to when you feel comfortable... uh, I can keep telling you about myself..."

Nyah awkwardly pushed her oversized glasses back into place, picked her long-empty mug up and pretended to take a sip before continuing, "I, uh... I've been certified for over a year and a half, and I've assisted over two dozen families since graduating... more, obviously, during training. I can't say I've seeneverything, but I've seen a LOT. So that's, I guess that's it for experience."

She shifted in her seat, before continuing, "For philosophy, like I guess I'm about health and safety first. And respect. I'm woke. I'm liberal. I'm queer."

Both June and Erin noted that she said she was 'queer.' They had known it already, instinctively, and from when she said that she was bisexual... but hearing her say it again, and so blatantly, was comforting... and enticing. They both smiled to themselves and continued to listen politely.

"My environment is a safe space, so you should feel comfortable to talk with me about anything, no judgements or anything. I will help you come up with a plan, but I won't tell you what to do. I like to ask questions," she saw June nodding along and smiling, "to guide you as you figure out what you want to do. I will also say, no plan ever goes to plan. Everyone thinks that somehow motherly instincts are supposed to take over, and you'll just magically know what to do, but that's just not how motherhood works, right?"

Now Erin nodded along as well, thinking of her own difficulties with Arthur.

Erin finally asked a question, "And your website said you do overnight sessions to help with sleep training too, right?"

"Yes, absolutely. My job doesn't, like, have regular hours. I don't just stop at 5 PM. I will help you with the whole routine. With breast feeding and pumping, and/or formula preparation, with swaddling and diapers, and sleeping arrangements, and bouncing, and burping, and reading stories, singing songs, tummy time... whatever you need to help establish that routine, whether it's at 3 PM or 3 AM."

"And you need a bed too?" June asked.

"No, darling," Nyah responded sarcastically, "I just sleep in bed with my clients." Then she giggled.

Erin and June giggled along. The sexual tension was palpable.

"Oh I'm just messin' with ya'll!"Nyah said with a laugh, "Hahah, no. Seriously, I don't do anything like that. I have very firm boundaries and maintain the highest of ethical standards... though Idohope that you will be comfortable enough with me that you won't be shy about your bodies or bodily functions... it's all part of the game." Nyah said. "I have a sleeping bag, for when I do overnight sessions. And I can sleep on pretty much any couch or any floor."

"I used to be able to sleep on the floor, and have no trouble on camping trips and sleepovers and whatnot. But now..." June said, caressing her tummy again drawing attention to it, "now, I need like 15 bajillion pillows to get comfy!"

Nyah pushed her glasses up again and scrunched her nose in a cute way and glanced back and forth between the two women, "Can I clarify something?" she finally asked. "You said you're due in 10 weeks..." she said, looking at June, "And your wife just had a baby five months ago?!?"

Erin and June nodded, suppressing smirks.

"How?....Why?" she started asking, but realized it didn't really matter, and demurred, "Never mind, sorry... I guess I'm revealing my own subconscious heteronormativity... I swear I'm not judging... I'm just curious, like did you guys both... or, like, if you don't mind me asking," Nyah was suddenly feeling very shy about this topic that she usually was completely unapologetic about.

"Oh... sure!" Erin answered nonchalantly, "It's no big deal... we're not really lesbians. But we're still married."

"What?" Nyah asked, now more confused than before.

"We're both bi," June added.

Erin continued, "And we're both with the same guy."

June interjected, "Ooh that rhymed!" making Nyah smile.

Erin went on, hardly acknowledging June's interruption, explaining in a nonchalant way, "Anyway, we have three-ways all the time, and he put a bun in each of our ovens this year..." Then she leaned forward and winked at Nyah, then gave a wry smile and bragged, "And actually... these two horn dogs jumped me, and bred me again, a couple weeks ago." She turned to look at June and shared with a suggestive smirk, "My period was supposed to start twelve days ago, and still... nothing!"

June grinned back at her with pride.

Nyah tried to withhold judgement, but she was finding it very hard not to feel some feels thinking about this breeding triangle. It wasn't the worst sounding relationship she had come across, but it still sounded quite unusual. And she needed to learn more before agreeing to working with them... especially if it involved spending the night. This could get icky... or sticky... real fast.

She also felt herself getting a little bit wet as she thought about it. As she imagined it. Because try as she might, as soon as Erin said the other two 'jumped her and bred her,' Nyah couldn't stop imagining the fully pregnant June, naked, and making out with Erin while some nameless, faceless imaginary stud fucked the living daylights out of her. And once this topic was broached, Nyah could not get her imagination in line, and she could not shake her curiosity, wondering "So, who is the father?"

Nyah finally cleared her throat a few times and asked, "Umm, so your husb- uhh, the father... uhh, I would want to meet him before agreeing to any overnight sessions... Does he know you're looking for help, does he know you're interviewing me?"

"Oh, of course you'd meet him before anything..." June said reassuringly, but stopped short of revealing what was on her mind. June's panties moistened as her thoughts took a naughty turn.

"Yes, he's completely onboard, and he knows we are actively looking." Erin answered more directly, "He's busy working now, but he'll want to meet any of our finalists..."

June cut in again, "And right now, that's you!" She added a warm smile.

"Yes." Erin affirmed coolly.

"Glad to hear it" Nyah replied politely, hoping to win these new clients.

"So... When would you like to meet Gary?" June asked, almost too innocently.

* * *

Gary smiled warmly at the woman, and welcomed her into the apartment. He instantly noted how pretty she was, and could tell why June liked her so much. He figured she was about Erin's height and weight, but with her curly hair done up in a high, loose bun. With her dark eyes and caramel complexion, he figured she was pretty much the opposite of Erin's long, straight, purple hair, pale bluish grey eyes and even paler skin. "Though," he noted silently, "They have similar aesthetics when it comes to piercings... at least three in each ear, and she's even got a golden nose ring through the middle of her septum!"

"Come in, come in! I'll take your coat, and you can put your boots there. It's cold out there, huh? I hope the elevator didn't keep you too long." He chortled in exaggerated joviality, before offering politely, "Can I offer you some hot coffee or tea, or some water or anything? The ladies are a little late coming back from their prenatal/mommy-and-me yoga session, but they should be back any minute now..."

"Oh yes, they said it might be tight to get back, but I have another appointment later, so now is best. Hot tea would be lovely, thank you, and I took the stairs." Nyah answered with equal politeness.