Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and are 18 years or older; any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. This story is self-contained but follows on from Summer Camp and The Club. To find out how Carla and Troy first met and fell in love, it is suggested that you read Summer Camp first, then The Club to learn of their next venture.
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Several months had passed since we'd made the big decision to change our relationship to include Paula in an official polyamorous relationship, if such a thing can actually exist. In our minds it does, so that's what's important. The changes had been subtle because we had always had an open marriage, but now we extended that to a commitment to include Paula so that we could have a child, something which I had always wanted but had been denied by nature.
Troy had seemed very happy about the change right from the start. He had a high libido and keeping two women, who were each borderline sex addicts, satisfied meant that he also was very sexually sated for much of the time. The only complaint he had was the need to use condoms with Paula after she stopped taking the pill so that she could resume normal menstrual cycles before becoming pregnant. We had allowed three months for this, after which condoms were a thing of the past and each month we hoped for a cessation of her periods, but so far it had continued in a regular and predictable cycle.
"I'm beginning to become frustrated with not conceiving," complained Paula as she returned from the bathroom, disheartened by once again starting her period. "Isn't there something more we can do?"
"Well, it's possible that you two gals are draining me so much that my sperm don't have time to mature. I'm certainly not complaining about this; it is, after all, a dream for most guys to sleep and make love with two gorgeous, sex-starved gals. But from a practical and medical perspective, very often conserving my sperm so that it is mature and able to fertilize an ovum is beneficial to conception," replied Troy.
"So that means we don't keep you drained all the time?" I asked.
"Well, yes you can, but not all the time. For the week before Paula's fertile time, maybe I should abstain from any sex whatsoever, difficult though that will be. Then during her fertile time, I should only make love to Paula so she gains the benefit of my fit, healthy, mature sperm." Troy grinned at the shocked look on my face. "Sorry, darling, it will only be for a month or two, if it works."
"Sounds good to me," said Paula, grinning at the thought of being filled with Troy's sperm each day for her fertile week, then a look of consternation crossed her face. "Carla, are you Ok with that? You look sad and confused and, after all, Troy is your husband."
I felt not just sad and confused, but actually quite angry. Here Paula, the newcomer to our long-term relationship, seemed to be taking priority over me, who had courted Troy, married him and maintained a satisfying, stable and strong relationship. Part of me felt betrayed that he would suggest this as a solution, but the academic, logical part knew he was absolutely right. Why did my emotional part respond like this? I then realized that maybe I wasn't totally committed to sharing him with another. I spoke my feelings to Paula and Troy, who both embraced me as I finished in tears. We held our group hug for several minutes as I calmed down.
"Thanks for your support and understanding," I said as we sat on our bed. "At the logical level, I know I'm being silly and emotional and I also know I'll get over this. Yes, of course it's the best thing and I know that if I'm to have a baby to care for, this is the best way to go about it. The long-term goal takes precedence over short term feelings, eh."
"It won't mean that you go without sex during that week or two," Troy elaborated, "I'm sure that you'll be able to find plenty of guys to enjoy while Paula and I get down to business. And, of course, you'll be part of our baby-making too; after all, Paula's doing this for you so you can have the joy of raising a child. I'm sure you'll want to be part of this right from the start. Anyway, think about it. I'm sure we all have lots to do today."
We kissed together, hugging each other's naked bodies in the ways we enjoyed so much. I felt Troy's cock rising against my thigh and knew that, despite having work to do, it would take very little to keep him in bed with me. I resisted the temptation to try.
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It was a quiet afternoon. I sometimes had these, no clients. I guess I should feel pleased that fewer people seemed to have problems these days, but I suspected that it simply indicated that fewer people wished to talk about their problems with me. However, it was a good time to relax in the pool, especially on a hot day like today. After a few minutes, Sophie walked in and wasted no time stripping off her brief clothing and diving in, swimming a length and stopping beside me.
"How's everything healing?" I asked, knowing she'd had labiaplasty surgery a few weeks earlier.
"Going well. Completely healed, though still a little tender, but I find that I'm still horny as hell, especially after a couple of weeks without any sex at all. I'm back on the catwalk tomorrow and Saturday, so I'm really looking forward to that."
"You wanting any overnighters?"
"Well, I don't know. Haven't had full sex with a guy since the op. I'd like to experiment a bit with a gentle guy before taking on paying clients, some of whom can be quite rough."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," I replied, thinking of a couple of guys who seemed to need to cause pain to a woman before they felt sexually satisfied. "So, what're you going to do?"
