Side effects of my father’s effects

"Hana-sama, I must say, you are very beautiful," murmured Yukiko gazing at my second wife.

My devious plan was beginning to work. The mix of the teas I offered my wives seemed to gradually put them into the state my father was so critical of.

For my part, I only drank hot water to ensure I was able to fully enjoy the spectacle around me.

"You flatter me, Yukiko-sama," Hana replied, looking down at her knees. "You're the perfect lady—gorgeous, refined, noble. Who wouldn't fall in love with you?"

Yukiko smiled, her eyes full of craving. "Is that so, Hana-sama? Is it possible that you also like me?"

Hana nodded. "Of course, I like you, Yukiko-sama."

Yukiko's hand slowly reached Hana's. "Do you really like me?"

Trembling, Hana raised her gaze at Yukiko. "I do."

Yukiko brought Hana's hand to her lips and kissed it softly. "Then why are your fingers so hesitant, my dear?" she purred.

Hana's eyes widened in surprise. With Yukiko guiding her hand at first, she traced Yukiko's cheekbones and mouth with her quivering fingers. "You are heavenly beautiful," Hana muttered.

"If so, prove it," Yukiko grinned, reaching with one of her hands for Hana's lips. "These lips must be eager for a kiss."

"Oh, Yukiko-sama," breathed Hana, leaning forward uncertainly.

Yukiko cupped Hana's face with her hands and pulled her even closer. Their lips touched, making both of them shiver.

"Oh," moaned Hana, "this feeling is wonderful."

Yukiko opened her mouth and circled Hana's lips with her tongue. That opened the floodgates. They started to kiss deeply, caressing each other's faces at first, and then their shoulders and necks.

"Your skin is like the summer's light," murmured Hana, running her fingers down Yukiko's neck.

"Tell me more," panted Yukiko. "But first, untie my sash!"

Once Hana complied, Yukiko reached out and untied Hana's sash and parted her kimono. "Your breasts are perfect," she exclaimed, cupping them with both hands.

"Oh, Yukiko-sama," Hana moaned. "Your touch is so gentle. I'm floating!"

Yukiko squeezed Hana's breasts slightly. "If so, you must touch mine."

Soon, they both were stripped above their waist and touched and kneaded each other's breasts.

"They are so firm and warm," purred Hana.

"I love yours," replied Yukiko, leaning in for another kiss. As they kissed, their breasts touched, and Yukiko started to move Hana's breasts so that Hana's nipples rubbed against hers.

They both moaned almost in unison.

I watched them with fascination and pleasure, trying not to interrupt the proceedings. They seemed to be doing a good job without me.

Yukiko broke the kiss to lean and lick Hana's nipples. Hana gasped, her back arching invitingly, pushing her flesh into Yukiko's face.

Yukiko's tongue circled and teased until Yukiko took one of Hana's breasts in her mouth and sucked on it.

"Let me make you feel good," panted Hana, squeezing Yukiko's breasts in turn.

Yukiko huffed, letting Hana's breast out of her mouth. As soon as she did, Hana leaned forward and latched onto Yukiko's breasts.

"Kiss them! Nip them!" Yukiko exclaimed as Hana buried her face in Yukiko's chest.

Yukiko's cheeks were deeply flushed by now and she groaned under Hana's touches. Yukiko's body swayed and her hand darted under Hana's kimono.

"Ah!" exclaimed Hana, letting go of Yukiko's breasts. "My flower!"

"Yes," purred Yukiko. "I can feel the readiness of your flower. I want you to touch mine as well."

They leaned closer again, their hands between their legs. Yukiko was the first one to shed her kimono completely, and I could see Hana fingering Yukiko's pussy. Then Yukiko opened the rest of Hana's kimono.

"Spread them like this," Hana said, spreading her legs, and they started to push against each other, scissoring. Their swollen pussy lips rubbed together, a loud wet, mushing sound filling the room.

I no longer wanted to stay on the sidelines. I threw away my kimono and approached them.

"We almost forgot our husband," Hana exclaimed, panting.

"Who would forget such a pretty ochinchin?" Yukiko replied with a smile. "Husband, put it into Hana-sama first. Look, how hungry her flower is."

"No, I can't allow it," Hana murmured. "You should get it first, Yukiko-sama."

I raised my hand. "Don't worry, you both will get enough of it. But first, I'd like you both to sit up…"

I lay on the mat and directed Yukiko's pussy onto my cock and Hana's pussy toward my mouth. Judging by the moans of joy, they approved of the new position, with Yukiko riding me while still caressing Hana's breasts.

"Oh, I love you, Yukiko-sama," moaned Hana.

Yukiko panted, bouncing on my cock. "I love you more, Hana-sama."

After a while, they switched, and soon after Hana came for the first time. She was riding me and Yukiko was squeezing her nipples when she screamed in delight, and a bit of her fluids spilled onto my stomach.

"Heavens, Hama-sana! You squirted?" exclaimed Yukiko. "Oh, let me taste it!"

She dismounted me, lifted Hana's hips and started licking her pussy.

"Yukiko-sama!" Hana hollered. "It's too much!"

"But you taste heavenly," Yukiko retorted, licking some more.

She then climbed onto my cock and started riding me vehemently. Hana, who was now kneeling behind her, squeezed Yukiko's breasts with one hand and rubbed her clit with another.

"Your touch, Hana-sama! It's so sweet, I can't hold it!" Yukiko yelled, her pussy clenching my cock as she reached a strong orgasm of her own.

After catching her breath, she slid off me and wrapped her arms around Hana, her tongue deep in Hana's mouth.

"Lie down on top of each other," I told them.

Their pussies were now right next to each other, their clits still rubbing. I thrust a few times in each of them, swapping frequently. I wanted to give each one of my wives an equal share of everything. Even my cum.

When I was ready, I shot the first squirt into Yukiko's pussy, then quickly withdrew and entered Hana, shooting the rest of my essence into her.

I sat back and watched my wives moaning and kissing, my cum dripping from their pussies. It was a very satisfying sight, I'm not going to lie. With the help of my father's concoction, my two pregnant wives made love to each other.

I could only hope that they'd learn to share as much in real life as in tonight's reverie.