That night I dreamed of Eve and of Eva and of Kate. In the dream, each of them kept morphing into the other. One minute Eve and I were watching the video together, and then the next, Eve was on the TV talking to me while little Russian Eva sucked my cock. The female narrator's voice sounded like Kate, urging me to fuck her daughter. And then Kate and Eve -- or was it Eva? -- were together in our bed on either side of me, calling me Daddy and sucking me off together as a tag team.
I gradually woke up, and for awhile I drifted in that twilight zone where I was half aware of being in bed, and halfway still dreaming. I had a hard on to end all hard ons. It was several moments before I realized that I wasn't just dreaming about having a blow job -- I was really getting sucked off. I pulled back the covers, and sure enough, there was my beautiful wife Kate bobbing her head up and down on my hard dick.
"Mmmm," said Kate. When she moaned, I could feel her throat vibrating on my cock, making the sensation even better.
"Suck my cock, honey," I whispered.
She looked up at me, seeing that I was awake. She continued to suck me for another minute, looking me in the eyes the whole time.
I was loving it. What could be better than waking up to a beautiful woman looking you lovingly in the eye while she sucks your cock?
Then she took my cock out of her mouth and began rubbing my rod against her cheek, spreading my precum all over her lovely face. Her lovely cocksucking face. "I've been dreaming about what we did last night," she said. Then she gave a mock pout, pursing her lips like a petulant little girl who was trying to get her way. "But we didn't finish, Daddy."
"We didn't?"
Still holding my shaft, she planted a little kiss on the tip, then licked it.
"What did we leave out?"
"You didn't fuck Evie."
"Oh my! We'll have to fix that, won't we, Eva?"
Within seconds, we were back to playing The Evie Game. Kate was already so revved up that we skipped any pretense at foreplay. She rose up on the bed, took hold of my cock and guided it into her pussy, then started riding me.
I know that I've spent a lot of time talking about how hot Evie is, how just looking at her blonde curvy figure makes any man horny. But Kate is an object of beauty in her own right.
Mother and daughter are very different from one another. While Eva is a little shorter than average, her mother Kate is long limbed and slim. She has the sort of thin features and tall stature that would have made her a successful model, if she'd chosen to go that route. Even so, Kate had prominent, C-cup tits that were a lot more than most models had, and so her body was a perfect combination of elegant long legs and slim torso matched with lovely large tits. Her curly brown hair cascading down to her shoulders had a weightless sway to it that looked especially sexy when she was bouncing up and down on my cock, cowgirl style.
So now here I was, lying on my back on a perfect summer morning, watching my runway model wife ride me like an oversexed cowgirl. Her tits were bouncing up and down in rhythm to her fantastic hips. Her curly hair was flying in all directions. My hands were roaming all over her body, sometimes gripping her by her hips and urging her up and down, other times rising up to cup her fantastic tits from below, feeling them bounce up and down in my hands.
It was easy to get lost in the loveliness of her fantastic body, but now she was urging me to do the opposite. With every word, she was begging me to pretend she was her blonde, innocent daughter. "Come on Daddy, fuck me!" she urged. "Fuck your 18 year old stepdaughter! Evie needs it! Evie needs her grown up Daddy to teach her to fuck! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck Evie!"
I think in that moment I started to go crazy with lust. For a second, just a second, just a single, lust-filled second, I saw both of them above me, riding me in my marital bed. Brunette, elegant Kate and her horny blonde daughter, Eva. Both were in bed with me, both were fucking me, both were begging me for more cock.
"Yes, Evie!" I screamed, loud enough to be heard everywhere in the house. "Fuck your Daddy! Fuck me, Evie!"
"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Kate screamed. The illicit taboo fantasy of me fucking her daughter overwhelmed Kate. She was oblivious to whether her daughter was listening.
"I need you, Eva!" I called out, not only to Kate but also to her daughter on the other side of the thin sheetrock wall. "I need you to fuck me! Fuck me every day!"
"Every day, Daddy!" cried Kate. "Fuck Evie every day!!"
From the other side of the wall, I could hear muffled female moaning.
Kate's body went into overdrive. She began bouncing so hard that the bed was shaking and slamming against the wall. Her gyrations became frantic, erratic. "Fuuuuck!" she moaned as she began to shake all over in orgasm. Within a few seconds, she peaked and, with a final overwhelming shudder, collapsed forward onto my chest. In that same instant, I felt a shattering orgasm and spurted a full load into her pussy.
Over breakfast I couldn't resist asking Kate how she found the instructional videos that we were using.
"It was an app," she said simply, as if that explained everything. "I fed in the answers to a bunch of questions, and the algorithm recommended a specific video course to fit the client."
"You answered a bunch of questions?"
"Yeah," she said blandly. She talked as if she didn't see it as a particularly interesting or important subject. "Obvious ones like age, education level, sexual experience. Plus a couple of questions about what adult would be supervising the videos with her -- that is, you. Your age, your gender, your relationship, that sort of thing. It was a great app. Really user friendly."
"Uh huh," I said. I was taken aback by how ordinary she made it sound. "You included information about what Evie looks like?"
"Sure. I uploaded a picture of her."
Eve and I exchanged looks. It sounded like Kate had unknowingly fed all the information to whatever company made these insane videos. That at least explained part of the bizarre experience of having a lookalike for Evie in the videos. And also the fact that the man with her was old enough to be her stepfather.
But that was only part of it. They had made a video using a girl who looked like a sister or twin to Evie, and who even used a variant on her name. What were the odds of finding a video with a doppelganger actress who ALSO used nearly the same name? It was a million to one. Were these things made to order? Or maybe there was a vast warehouse somewhere, like the warehouse in the last scene of Raiders of the Lost Ark, full of zillions of videos of brunettes, blondes and redheads with names like Mary and Samantha, and the "algorithm", whatever the fuck that is, chooses the right video with the right female model and the right name.
