It was a short time later that we were all clothed and cuddling on the couch. I was in the center this time, both ladies leaning into me. We weren't saying much of anything, just enjoying a moment together. My hands stroking hair on both sides, theirs meeting behind my back. "Lilly... please, talk to us," I said into the comfortable silence. "We are obviously very open here, and I want to know you better than just what my wife tells me. We have had some... let's call them revelations... today that none of us were expecting."
She sighed. It sounded slightly different this time, both an admission that it was a topic she didn't want to talk about and that tucked under my arm was going to be the best place to get through a bad time. "Brad is not the best of husbands, if you didn't notice."
"Okay, so he has a bigger ego than penis and doesn't know how to use it, either." Lilly legitimately snorted at my wife's quip. It was cute. "You never dated in high school or college?"
"Not in high school, went to a private Catholic school. In college, well, I didn't find anyone worth giving my virginity to. Brad was decent, I guess? Not amazing, even at the time, but decent. My family knew his family, I was close-ish friends with his little brother, which is how we met. While I was dating him, he got that high-power job and high-power salary, and all of a sudden my parents were very interested in making sure I kept him." She made a face. "Better life than PoliSci could give me, according to them. Mom and Dad talked me into it eventually, so I went from graduating with honors to a white dress inside of three months. After that, nothing of value."
"Oh, I think we can disagree with that."
"Last two weeks excluded, of course." Lilly smiled a bit more. "I joined that book club because it gave me something to do. If Brad wasn't having sex with me or going to a party with me on his arm, I might as well not exist to him."
"That's disgusting, Lilly! Thankfully, my wife and I will not be doing any such thing. He doesn't deserve you... although we have a lot to catch up with."
"You are already ahead of anyone else I've dated. What do you want to know?"
"What you do for fun, what you
want
to do for fun, any dream jobs, all the rest. I refuse to leave you home bored."
Lilly laughed at that. "Love, you might not know them yet, but trust me when I say I do. You'll figure it out soon enough. Lilly won't be bored at home with me!"
I wasn't sure if I should be nervous about that one.
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Queen sized beds are meant for one to two people, but that night we figured out by experimentation that they will comfortably fit three, if the three are comfortable with each other. We qualified. I was on the bed, sleeping on my side. My wife, in a larger form, was the big spoon behind me. I was VERY comfortably tucked up under her chin, my head upon her breasts for the ultimate pillows. Tucked up under my chin as the smallest spoon was Lucy, feeling tiny as she leaned back into me, resting on my arm as her pillow. I had the best position, objectively, sandwiched in cozy comfort.
The ladies were both asleep, but I wasn't. Not quite. My mind was simply working on too many things at once for that, though the pure perfection of my position was pulling me towards it rapidly. At least, it was until I felt something unexpected. On my arm, where Lilly's head lay, I felt a touch of wetness. A drip, just a tiny spot. Lilly was crying, there in my arms, in her sleep. I tried to shift slightly, to get a look at her face, but as soon as I did she pushed herself back into me, keeping me from moving. I settled back down, my eyes closing.
I considered what she had told us earlier, the evidence of my eyes and ears and hands. Lilly had been so strong for so long. Alone, basically. She needed this comfort, she needed to be able to let go for a bit. If I could be the person to give her the ability to do so, I would be a happier man for it.
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I woke up first the next morning. Not out of any particular sense of time, unfortunately, but out of a sudden and sharp need to use the bathroom. It took a large amount of dexterity and improvisation, but eventually I extracted myself from between the lovely ladies, ending up with Lilly snuggling into my wife's amazing breasts. I was jealous, even having just left that same position.
A couple of minutes later, I was done and ready to get started with the important part of the morning. Waffles. The batter was mixed up and and coffee was brewing when Lucy and Lilly came out, saw how far I'd gotten, and promptly kicked me out of the kitchen. Both of them put on aprons over their (lovely) nude bodies, and after admiring them for a moment I went back to our room, carrying with me my first cup of coffee, for the OTHER important part of the morning.
I was not ever going to forget the process with which I made the pressure point map that eventually led to my wife transforming so dramatically. The combination of practicing it several times that week plus frankly absurd amounts of positive reinforcement meant that not only did I have the thing memorized, I had it backed up in three locations.
I began with the latest and greatest pressure point map I had created for my wife on the final day, with all twenty-one of them clearly marked. To this file I dropped in the nude pictures I had taken of Lucy the day prior. Adjusting transparency, angle, and zoom was a matter of a few minutes. The tweaking of the outlines to make my exceedingly tall and busty wife fit the proportions of the petite Lilly took much longer, enough so that Lucy came to get me for breakfast. She paused, looking at my screen.
"I just realized this is the first time I've seen you doing this part. Breakfast is ready, love. Do you need more time?"