Envy. (futa on futa, female and male; rough, anal, oral, group sex, solo, impreg)

Story by Kuroshio

Alright ladies and gents, here's a fleshed out idea I've had percolating around my head for about three weeks now. Between commissions and keeping on top of my personal business, I managed to crank this one out. I know it is a bit long (the number of words is OVER 9000!!! literally) for a single chapter one-shot, but I couldn't find a good mid-point that made sense. Either of the logical breaks in the story would lead it to being fairly lopsided and I have an irrational (along with hypocritical) fear of too much variation in chapter lengths. Basic premise is straight-forward: lonely housewife does lonely housewife things, with a dickgirl twist. Overall it took me probably a few hours short of twenty to get this written, edited and revised, with no major re-writes for a change. I hope you guys enjoy and don't forget to hit "Thanks" or leave a comment.

As the door shut, I realized it wasn’t being a housewife that was so unsatisfying. It was the loneliness. My name is Evelyn I am a living cliché: the lonely housewife.

It isn’t such a bad thing when my spouses are in from work and the three children home from school. The empty feeling only comes once the kids close the door on the way to bus stop. Sometimes I walk with them, but they complain, saying it is embarrassing. My husband, Martel, says I need to give them space to grow and become independent. But he isn’t lonely; he fills his days with work then comes home and takes the lion’s share of the twin’s attention and affection.

The youngest daughter, Giselle is different from the twins though, like night and day they are. Whereas Lena and Leon, are both skinny bright-eyed and happy-go-lucky, Giselle bears little resemblance to either of them, she is a plump and broody sort, frequently excluded by her older siblings, if not for her age then for her personality. Thereza, my wife, says her mother was the same way.

And it made sense: Giselle resembled her maternal grandmother so much in appearance, why not in disposition as well?

But recalling Giselle’s parentage is a sore point I take pains to avoid, because it reminds me of my failures. Naturally Martel and Thereza are too considerate to ever so much as insinuate that, but I can feel it. The void left unfilled, the dreams deferred, a burning sense of inadequacy that gnaws at my soul and brings the loneliness crushing down upon me. If I don’t check these harmful emotions, they’ll take root and lead to darker places.

They’ve led there before.

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Once we were married, I’d immediately dumped my birth control and announced my intention to get pregnant as soon as possible. Martel and Thereza were both ambivalent, not really being comfortable as much with each other as they were with me. But they both loved me more than anything, letting me lead the charge, so the last few nights of our honeymoon were spent “making a sandwich.” Thereza on the bottom, taking advantage of her flexible gymnastics-honed body with her ankles up by her ears as I fucked her like a rabbit in heat, Martel pressed against my back, pounding my fertile pussy like a madman from behind. I remember the feeling of his huge hands yanking my hair back as he drained his nuts inside me, with Thereza kneading and massaging my big floppy breasts at the same time and both of my new spouses whispering sweet nothings and nasty fantasies as we lay exhausted in bed together.

Things continued like that. We tried for months to conceive, with Martel fucking the absolute shit out of me on my fertile days but nothing took. It didn’t put the rest of our sex life on hold though, and gradually Thereza got lazy about taking her birth control, I got lazy about remembering her safe days and our initial batch of condoms expired with Martel being too lazy to get more. Given time, routine condom mishaps and a mixed-up schedule later, the predictable happened.

It had been a wild night, all of us slightly drunk as we stumbled up the stairs to posh, upscale apartment (paid for by all three of us being employed) after attending an outdoor concert. My hands were all over Thereza’s cinnamon brown pixie cut hair, pulling her into a wet, passionate kiss; my tongue playing Columbus to her mouth’s New World. She reached into my dress and brought my fat tits out, breaking the kiss only to take my nipple into her mouth, uncaring that we were still feet away from our apartment’s door. Martel had gone ahead and held it open, watching with considerable interest, with Thereza refusing to stop tasting my breasts as we moved.

Somehow we made it inside, slamming the door shut behind us, and Thereza looked up at me, “I wanna you tooo leeck my poosy…” her Portuguese accent really coming out strong due to inebriation.

I shook my head, taking her cheeks into my hands and pushing her

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