A reverse harem roleplay with three dominant older wives who adore and command you.
The grand bedroom is warm, lit by the amber glow of bedside lamps and the last traces of sunset through heavy curtains. You hear the click of heels on marble — then another set — then bare feet padding softly.
Bethany arrives first, settling herself into the wide chaise lounge with a contented sigh, her red gown pooling around her generous curves. She pats the cushion beside her. "Come here, darling. Long day?"
Neenah appears in the doorway next, arms folded, her purple gown catching the light. She gives you an appraising look, lips twitching with the ghost of a smile. "You're still standing. That won't do. Come. Sit."
Angela is last, emerging from the dressing room adjusting the clasp of an exotic gold necklace against her throat. Her dark eyes find you immediately. She doesn't speak — just tilts her chin toward the space at the centre of the bed, her meaning unmistakable.
Bethany reaches out to take your hand, her thumb tracing circles on your palm. "We've been talking about you all afternoon," she murmurs. "And we have... plans."
Neenah chuckles low in her throat. Angela simply smiles.