**The story so far:** Henry wasn’t paying attention and walked into traffic. End of Story. Well…that was, until he ‘respawned’ a few moments earlier, and her realized there was more to his reality that he was previously aware. More importantly, he now seems to have access to auxiliary layers of reality, and better yet, control. He’s still learning what that means, whether it’s a game or something more, but that hasn’t stopped him from playing around…and mostly at sex.
**Note:** This one is broken up into two parts…I hit the character limit for the second chapter
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**What’s On the Menu? (Level 0, 7 XP)**
I waited until I heard her in the shower before heading up to change into some casual clothes. I felt both wonder and terror. Wonder at what I was now doing with my life, and terror, well, at what I was doing with my life.
As I headed back downstairs, I remembered I’d left the files open on my computer. I wasn’t too worried about my wife seeing them—she rarely entered my office—but it would be foolish to leave a file open that could make me a hundred feet tall if you accidentally dropped something on the keyboard. I reluctantly shrunk my penis to seven inches erect and reverted my original flaccid length. It was fun in the moment, but honestly, the bigger it was, the more it got in the way, and well, I liked to go as deep as I could into Karen. With the arousal meters I was now privy to, I could probably easily bring a woman to climax with a micro-penis, not that I was going to test that theory, but I didn’t need to be a stud, either. I saved the file, checked my junk to verify, and locked my computer before heading into the living room to watch TV.
Karen came down fifteen minutes later. She was in her pajamas, not the ones she normally slept in, but the lounge-wear ones—the sexy ones—comparatively, at least. I was surprised to see her still slightly aroused, and while her meter indicated that, her hard nipples were more than evident in the thin fabric of the camisole top with no bra on underneath.
“Interesting choice to cook in.” I said.
“I could go put on jeans.” She said.
“You could *also* wear less.” She smiled, but obviously wasn’t convinced. “I wasn’t complaining, just pleasantly surprised. So, what’s for dinner?”
For good or bad, I was hungry. She mentioned chicken, and stepped into some sandals before moving into the kitchen to grab an apron. The loose but thin shorts, matching the top, showed she likely wasn’t wearing panties either. That was something she never did. I was hard again, and starting to realize the drawback of having a libido like a teenager. Karen was just pulling a chicken out of the fridge when there was a knock at our patio door. I could see from the couch it was one of our neighbors, Anne. I readjusted my erection and got up to answer the door.
“Hey, what’s up?” I said, almost laughing at my accidental joke as I opened the door.
“Have you eaten yet?” Anne asked. “We had a work-related dinner at our house this evening, but the people canceled at the last minute, Lance is just finishing with the steaks, and we don’t want it to go to waste.” At that moment, Karen came from the kitchen, and the story was repeated, the offer for dinner made.
* I think we’re just going to take it easy tonight.
* Give Karen a few minutes to change.
* Is it okay if we come as we are?
I almost grinned. I was very curious to see where this went.
“I’ll put the bird back in the fridge, Karen, just take off the apron and let’s go—no reason you can’t be comfortable—we’re all friends here.” I took the chicken off the counter and put it away, while Karen blinked at me. “Well, no reason to wait, right?” I looked at her. I watched her swallow nervously, but she took off the apron and put it in the closet.
“You, um, don’t mind, right?” Karen asked, looking down at her outfit. The top, with its spaghetti straps and lace trim at the bodice were common on a lot of women’s camisole blouses, but you’d probably be wearing a blazer over top. The lace trimmed shorts were another matter. Karen’s lack of a top layer—or anything underneath—was what made it daring. I wasn’t sure if women casually noticed that other women weren’t wearing bras or whatever, but it was pretty obvious in Karen’s case. Anne was dressed closer to business casual than anything, which made sense since it sounded like a business dinner.
“I may change my clothes as well.” Anne said, looking down at herself then to Karen. “I’m actually not that upset our original guests aren’t coming. They’re kind of full of themselves.” I blinked as an arousal meter popped up above Anne’s head, the bar about a tenth full. She was eyeing Karen’s prominent nipples and not exactly being shy. So, apparently, some women, at least, *did* notice these things.
We walked with Anne to her patio. Lance was scrubbing the grill and glanced up at the three approaching before doing a double-take at seeing Karen. Admittedly, in the mid-day sun, Karen’s outfit left little to the imagination. It wasn’t completely sheer, but the fabric was thin enough that the outline of her body was evident and the light breeze draped the fabric and highlighted her the full shape of her breasts, her braless chest bouncing with each step.
“I caught them getting ready for a relaxing evening—*we* should try that more, Lance.” Anne muttered.
“Look, I told you I’m sorry.” He said to his wife before explaining to us. “My boss thought it would be a good idea for me to host the Central sales manager, and I couldn’t exactly say no—.”
“But your boss could’ve *not* taken them for drinks, instead—*after* we already made dinner!”
“Come on, honey,” Lance started, “our friends are here, at least,” he nodded to Karen and me, “just relax, and—.”
“Just relax?” Anne said bitterly. “*I’m* going to, if you won’t. I’m going to *relax*! This is the third time this month we’ve had to drop everything for your work, and…ugh…whatever!” Anne beckoned to us to follow her into the house. “Sorry!” She said, looking back.
“Um, dinner should be ready in about ten.” Lance muttered after us. Inside, Anne grabbed an already-poured glass of red and downed it two gulps.
“Not the best of ways to enjoy a forty-dollar Cab, but I needed that.” She issued us to the living room. “Grab a glass of wine and relax. I’ll be back in a minute.” Anne went upstairs leaving us alone. I poured us each a glass of red and took one to my wife, sitting on the couch.
“We should go.” Karen said, glancing around. “I can say I have a stomach ache.”
“What? Why?” I asked.
“Well, for one, they seem like they’re on the verge of a fight, and two, I…I feel like I’m half-naked.”
“That’s ridiculous. Anne’s upset, sure, but they’re not going to fight in front of us. We’re probably doing them a favor by defusing the issue. And as for the other issue—lift up your top—let me see your tits.”
“Wh—what?” Karen sputtered, but I stared her down. She blushed, but quickly lifted her camisole so her breasts were bare. I saw her arousal meter creep up by the passing second. “I can’t keep doing this!” She hissed, glancing around.
“This,” I said, caressing her breasts, “is *half*-naked. Do you want to lower your top?” She nodded vigorously. “Then do it.” She hastily covered herself just as Lance came in from outside. “See, I bet you appreciate those clothes now.”
*Perk Unlocked: These Aren’t the Droids II. Getting pushy, aren’t you? This skill can grow with experience. +1 XP.*
“Grill’s clean,” Lance said, unaware of what had just transpired, “and the steaks should just about be done resting. You both can take a seat at the table, if you’d like. I really appreciate you helping us out with all this.” He nodded to the food and wine already on the table.
“I have no problem with other people cooking dinner for me, especially when the food looks so good.” I smiled. The three of us sat at the table, and Lance plated filets on each of our plates.
“I honestly think my boss is just testing me sometimes. These after-hours tasks cost me time *and* money most of the time, and while I’m decently compensated, my promotion has been dangling out of—Jesus, Anne, what the hell are you wearing!” We followed Lance’s line of sight, and my jaw dropped but quickly shifted to a smile. Anne’s pajamas weren’t too far different from Karen’s except, well, they were a decent amount less-solid. As Anne descended the stairs, I could see the outline of her full breasts, larger than my wife’s.
“Wow.” Karen whispered.
Anne’s nipples were only partly hidden by the lace pattern of her top; in fact, it was pretty obvious you were meant to see more. It was more lingerie than lounge wear, though I wasn’t going to complain. As I looked down, I saw the faintest outline of a dark landing strip between her legs. Anne’s meter was at half-aroused. My wife’s arousal, interestingly, also appeared to be growing. I looked to Lance, his meter showing he was probably close to blowing a load in his pants. “I’m, um, I’m sorry guys, *really*! She doesn’t, um normally, uh…”
“I told you I was going to *relax*, Lance. I saw what Karen was wearing, and, well, I figured, why not? Why *not* feel comfortable in my own home, entertaining *friends*—in my pajamas,” she looked to Lance, as if challenging him, “rather than worrying about pleasing one of your colleagues.”
“Those aren’t, um, your…” Lance started. “Those aren’t your *normal* pajamas.”
“You don’t mind, do you Karen?” She asked, approaching the table. “The last thing I want to do after a long day of work is keep my bra on, right?” Karen shook her head, but barely. “And Henry, what about you?” She asked me, standing in front of me so I got a good look. Options quickly popped up:
* I think we will go.
* I don’t mind at all.
* Your breasts are great.
I nearly spit out my wine at reading the third option, but went for it, regardless.
“Honestly, I might buy that outfit for Karen. Your breasts look amazing.” I smiled, tipping my glass in a mock toast. I saw Anne’s arousal increase, and was surprised to see Lance’s creep up nearly to the edge, followed by tag appearing under his name: *Cuckold Fetish*. I muttered ‘what the fuck’ under my breath, but didn’t press. Anne walked by to take the seat to my right, and I could see the full outline of her bare ass in her nearly-sheer shorts. She took a seat as if it was a standard dinner, poured herself a new glass of wine, dangerously full, and started doling out side dishes.
“So, Henry, what’s going on with you, lately?” Anne asked as if nothing was out of the ordinary. While I wasn’t outright staring, I didn’t avoid looking at Anne. The pajamas provided a little coverage, but they were clearly designed to titillate, and a little movement in any direction gave me the occasional tantalizing view of a nipple, the curve of a breast, and plenty of cleavage. We all played at polite conversation through the whole meal until, finally, new prompts appeared above Anne:
* Thank you for the meal, but we have to go.
* Do you need help cleaning up?
* I think it’s time for dessert.
I gambled once more on the third option, and Anne smiled as I said it.
“And what did you have in mind?” She asked, resting her chin on her elbow as she leaned across the corner of the table, her breasts filling her top.
“Anne, honestly, they’re our neighbors!” Lance said, but I clearly saw the man’s arousal meter increase to the point where it was nearly indistinguishable from full.
“I have some…” I reached out and just brushed one of Anne’s nipples with the back of my fingers, “ideas.” A smile flickered over her face as she glanced to her husband then at Karen behind me. I saw more options appear, but barely hesitated to follow the thread. “Karen wouldn’t mind some dessert either, I don’t think.” Anne stood up and took my and Karen’s hands, leading us to the living room a few feet away. Karen looked unsure of herself, and almost—*almost*—stopped Anne from getting undressed. The strap slid from her shoulders, the thin top falling to her waist. Anne slid and top and bottoms past her hips and they fell to her ankles in a heap.
“*Now* I’m comfortable.” Anne said, moving toward me. “I didn’t want to be rude at dinner, though. Why don’t *you* get more comfortable?” She started undoing my pants and stopped as she pulled my erection free. “That’s better.” She stroked me, but was glancing in her husband’s direction. Lance was watching his wife, sitting up straight but leaning slightly forward—just enough to indicate that he was taking in the whole scene. After she was satisfied I was hard, which didn’t take but a moment, she moved to Karen. “I always thought you were so pretty…always wondered about those lips.” She said, brushing my wife’s cheek and leaning in to kiss her. Karen, to her credit, didn’t shy away, though she wasn’t exactly forward-leaning. Anne pulled off my wife’s top, looking to me as she caressed her breasts, leaning down to gently lick her nipples. My wife, at first shy, seemed to open up at that, her arousal increasing significantly as she closed her eyes. A tongue was a tongue, I suppose.
Anne pushed Karen’s shorts past her hips so they fell to her ankles. “I, um, I’m not sure what—.” Anne shushed her with a kiss and eased Karen onto the couch.
*Perk Unlocked: It’s Okay, You Can Drive. You let an NPC take control of a situation. This will offer additional dialogue options in the future. +1 XP.*
“I always thought you waxed.” Anne said, running her fingers through Karen’s bush. “I’m not complaining though…you just seemed like the type.” She wasn’t shy about moving between Karen’s legs, teasing at the dark curls that covered her sex with her fingers before moving in with her tongue. Anne clearly knew what she was doing with women. She kept looking toward her husband, who was still fully clothed but occasionally touching his crotch. Karen’s eyes were closed, enjoying the tongue that explored every inch of her. Anne leaned up from her task and whispered to Karen, “Do you mind if he fucks me while I do this?” She asked Karen, emphasizing the last few words a with a long lick. Karen looked at me, my hard-on hovering over them, and she shook her head, gasping.
“No…oh god,” Anna was circling Karen’s clit with her fingertips, “no, I don’t…uhh…mind!” Anne lowered between my wife’s legs and raised her ass. I didn’t have to be told what do, getting on the couch behind her, my pants barely past my hips as I grabbed her own naked hips, and pushed in.
“Oh, fuck yes! That cock. It’s so fucking good! You’re so big and hard!” I couldn’t claim to be at my sharpest in the moment, because Anne’s pussy was hot, wet, and willing, and yeah, no guy is going to turn down those types of compliments, but even I could tell she was laying it on thick. Her arousal meter was moving upwards a little which each thrust, whereas her husband was apparently edging the whole time. I clamped onto her hips and adjusted my position a bit, which did get a better reaction out of her as I started going deeper and harder. “Ugh…” She moaned, though it transition from mildly fake to her being surprised in pleasure as I increased the tempo. The near-instant feedback in her pleasure meter allowed me find exactly what worked for her. “Oh…fuck…this…I didn’t…think…fuck…I…mmm…” It was clear she hadn’t expected me to actually get her going.
I was surprised to see Karen actually pull Anne’s mouth back to her pussy, and the woman went back to work, still grunting in pleasure, until my wife started coming, not being shy about the volume, and finally let go of the other woman’s head. I pumped steadily and Anne started coming, her back arching and her body shaking even as Karen was still panting underneath her. She tried to let me finish, but I wasn’t there, and Anna eased off my cock before looking—a little more dazed—at her husband, before going down on me, though she watched him the entire time. I came a minute later, and she took it all, though there wasn’t much at that point. She fell back on the couch, panting, as I started redoing my pants.
“I’m assuming you two would like some alone time, now?” I asked Anne. She looked to her husband and nodded. “Well, thanks for dinner…and dessert.” I smiled. It was getting dark outside, and I had Karen get dressed as Anne led her husband upstairs. We left without another word.
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**End Part 3**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ll483b/easy_mode_part_3_mfmffmastmdcuckmcexhvoyoralscifi
Part 2 can be found here:
https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l6bq2h/easy_mode_part_2_mfmastmdmcexhoralscifi/
I’m just going to upvote this story every time I come across it.
Please don’t stop!