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Leaving the Navy

By: Scorpio44



[This story contains scenes of vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, a threesome, talk of under-age sexual experimentation, and polyamorous life. The story was written with the in-story reality of none of the characters having an STD or HIV/AIDS. I can see how this story could live in the Erotic Couplings, Mature, or group sex areas. I picked Group Sex.]

I needed to get out! I had been in Walter Reed for five months and that was four months more than I thought I needed. Yeah, my leg and chest still hurt but they wouldn't heal any faster in the hospital than out. The hospital was boring. The hospital was inside! I needed out! In the twenty years I had been in the Navy seventeen had been on a ship. Dr Samuels promised that unless some new problem showed up I would be released on May first.

Nothing new showed up. I made my plans and arranged things so that on the first I could drive away from Reed, the Navy and waking up to have my vitals taken. I got some good help from people. A guy from near the base ran an auto repair business and he helped a lot. He found a truck that I could afford then he checked it out and repaired it so I was leaving in a four year old pretty new truck. He gave me a good price for what he did, too. A local banker set up an account for me where my retirement/disability checks would be deposited and I got an ATM card so I could get the money when I needed it.

One look in the rear view mirror showed my last look at Walter Reed. Whoever Walter Reed was he helped save my life but I wasn't sad to say good-bye. When I outfitted the truck I included a GPS unit and when I was off base I entered Butte Montana as my destination. A nice voice guided me out of the D.C. area and onto I-70. I opened the window and enjoyed the feel of the wind on my skin.

I stopped for lunch at a big truck stop. The people at Reed would have scowled but it tasted good. I filled up and headed out. By nightfall I felt pretty tired. I found a nice motel with a Denny's next door and checked in. By nine I was asleep. The next day I put just over 500 more miles between me and Reed. I noticed how much I was spending for motels and restaurants and I didn't like it. As I drove I saw a place that sold campers and I pulled in. The sales girl showed me how they could put a shell over the bed of my truck with a shelf over the wheel wells that could hold a mattress. All my stuff fit in drawers under the shelf. I bought an ice chest, sleeping bags I could zip together and a camping stove at a nearby camping store. Now I didn't have to find a motel. One stop at a market and I had the things I liked packed away for my meals for the next two days. On my way back to the interstate I saw a gun shop. I stopped in and when the man saw my Navy ID he waived the wait for me. I left with a Colt 9mm, a cleaning kit and fifty rounds. Better safe than sorry.

That night I stopped in a campground. Lots of families and kids. I parked a ways from most of them and made my dinner. I realized I should have bought a folding camp chair.

After I ate I took a walk. A few people talked to me and a couple noticed my slight limp. They asked if there were anything they could do. I wish there were. As I headed back to my truck two teenaged girls walked with me. They asked where I was from, where I was going, if I had a girlfriend, and how old I was. Being hit on was flattering but they looked too young to be anything but jail bait. As we passed a bathroom one of the girls excused herself and left me with Janice.

"Nick, later can I come by your site?"

"How later?"

"Say about eleven or so?"

"Janice, how old are you?"

"Eighteen." She looked at me to see if I would buy it. It was possible.

"Sure, you can come to my truck. Bring some ID so I can be sure I'm not going to jail. And, bring some condoms."

Her eyes widened and she nodded. Her friend came back and we walked on. At my truck I hugged both of them, squeezing Janice's ass in the process. It felt good. They walked away and I cleaned up. My dinner had been good and the clean up was easy. I got everything stowed in the truck and was ready for bed.

Sitting on the tailgate I took off my boots and socks, then my shirt and finally my pants. The Navy boxers stayed on. I climbed into the truck and closed up. The sliding window into the cab and the side windows stayed open for ventilation. As I got comfortable I thought about the odds that Janice would be knocking on my truck in an hour or so. I would have bet no one was knocking.

My eyes opened and it was dark. I remembered where I was and wondered what woke me. I heard it again. Someone was knocking. I turned to the side window and saw a driver's license held up to the window. I turned on my flashlight and read.

Donna Gardenhire Age; 38

I stopped reading and looked at the woman holding the license. She looked like Janice's Mom! She had on a robe and a smile.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Yes. Unlock the tailgate and let me in. I'm getting cold."

I did as she asked. The moment after she was inside I closed the tailgate and lay down beside her.

"OK. You're in. Do I know you?"

"No, but you met my fifteen year old earlier this evening. Thanks for what you did. She loves to tease but you just said bring condoms and scared her half to death."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Hell no! A good scare might keep her panties on another year. I hope so."

"OK. Why are you here?"

She held out her hand. There were three condoms in her hand and a smile on her face.

"Right. And how soon is Mr. Gardenhire coming over to kill me?"

"Mr. Gardenhire died five and a half years ago. I have been Mom ever since. When I heard Janice telling Katy about what you said I got wet. I waited until I knew they were asleep and I came over. The condoms were a gag gift for my birthday last month."

"So, sight unseen, you thought you would take me up on an offer I made to your young daughter?"

"The worst you could do is turn me down. Fuck me and we both enjoy it. Fuck her and go to jail."

"Good point. I need to warn you. I haven't been with a woman in a long time."

"More than five and a half years?"

"No, Eight months."

"Let's experiment and see if we can both remember how this is done."

"OK. By the way, I'm Nick." I leaned to her and kissed her. Slowly and softly.

She was way beyond the slow and soft approach. The robe came off and she was nude. Freshly shaved and smelling good. In the second kiss her hand found my equipment and tested it for size and interest. My hand found her breast and felt the nipple tighten as I touched it.

I broke the kiss and asked, "Are you a screamer?"

"Sometimes! Probably tonight!"

"Here's my pillow. Muffle it as best you can."

I twisted around and put my face into her freshly cleaned and smooth pussy. She clamped the pillow over her face. She was dripping wet and tasted better than any taste I'd had in months. Every time my tongue touched her large clit she jumped. She shook all over and I knew she was not going to last long at all.

A moment later I heard her moan and I flicked her clit as fast and lightly as I could. Her body stiffened and she screamed into the pillow! Inside the truck it sounded so loud I thought Janice and every other camper would be outside in seconds. No one came out of their tent.

When Donna calmed down a little she pulled the pillow away and took my cock in her mouth. This woman knew what she was doing. She sucked me and fondled me until I was harder than I ever remembered being. Her hand held my cock and her mouth went to my balls. I'd never had a woman suck my balls before and I felt incredible. As she pulled back I head a soft pop as my ball left her mouth. Donna's mouth took all of my cock in as her tongue did it's best to thrill me. When she pulled back she twisted around and spread her legs wide, inviting me in.

As I lined up she opened a condom and put it on me. I slid in slowly and she used the pillow again. I moved in her slowly, savoring how good she felt and how good I felt being inside her. My pace increased and I heard the sloppy noises that I like so much. Donna put her feet on the roof of the camper and changed the feelings I got sliding in and out of her. As my juices built up pressure I pulled the pillow away and covered her mouth with mine. As I splashed her inside the condom she came too. I ground my pelvis against her and pressured her clit. Her scream was muffled by my mouth.

We unwound ourselves and I held her next to me. I played with her breasts as we calmed down. She shook with aftershocks then her breathing slowed and she snuggled back against me. I fell asleep.

I woke up again and Donna was sucking me hard again. When I put my hands on her head she said, "I've got to go back to my campsite. Before I go I want you to do me a favor."

"Which is?"

"First cum in my mouth. Then give me a hickey next to my pussy."

"Why do you want the hickey?"

"I want to be reminded of this every time I start thinking it was just another dream and I want it so I can prove to my sister that I got laid."

"Then toss a leg over my face and suck me!"

She did just that. I put a hickey as close to her pussy as I could on her inner thigh. She was still sucking me so I licked her to another orgasm. She gave me so much nectar I thought I might drown, but it tasted so good I swallowed it all. As I came in her mouth I gave her another hickey, just above her slit.

I opened the tailgate and Donna climbed out, nude. I handed her the robe and she put it on.

"How do you feel about kissing a woman who just sucked you off?"

I got out of the truck and took her in my arms. I kissed her and answered her question. When the kiss ended I was hard again.

She looked at my cock and said, "God, I wish we weren't going home tomorrow."

"Donna, if you want to bring me your address in the morning. Perhaps I may be traveling your way sometime soon and we could meet again. I'd love to take you to dinner and a bigger bed."

As she turned and walked back to her campsite she was smiling. I climbed back in and closed the tailgate. The sun was well up when I woke again. I put on shorts and got out of the truck. On my way back from the bathroom I saw Janice and Katy. They smiled when they saw me and joined me for the walk back to my truck.

"Good morning, Nick. I'm sorry I didn't come last night but I fell asleep."

"I understand. It would have been fun. How did you sleep?"

"Just fine until Momma came back into the tent smelling like sex!" They both giggled and laughed. I'm sure I blushed. They went back to their campsite and I went to my truck. The people next site to mine offered me some breakfast and I accepted. As we ate the woman said, "Did you hear those strange noises last night?"

"Strange noises?"

"Yup, sounded like people wrestling around and then yelling." She smiled.

"Some people. They should know sound carries at night."

"Sure does! Makes some older folks jealous!" They both laughed. I finished my breakfast and went back to my site.

Five minutes later I was ready to get back on the road. I drove past the site where Donna, Katy, Janice and two others were taking down their tent. Donna saw me and motioned for me to stop. She and both girls came to my truck. Donna handed me her card. I looked at it and said, "Oh, Donna. I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."

The girls mouths dropped open and the woman holding the tent dropped the tent. I got out of the truck and went to Donna, wrapping my arms around her. We kissed, tongues and hands fully in play. As I walked back to my truck I looked at Donna and she still had her arms open as I drove off, waving.

I put her card in the glove box just before I got on the interstate. Maybe that town would get a visit. Maybe.

As evening came again I found another campground. Twelve bucks for the night. Good big sites, lots of grass, and best of all showers with never ending hot water. After I set up camp, which took all of five minutes, I walked the campground. I needed the exercise. Sitting behind the wheel all day had my legs getting stiff. By the time I got back to my site there were families camped on either side of me. I remembered the noise factor from the night before and realized I wouldn't want these kids listening. There wouldn't be a repeat of the sex that night.

In five days I made it to Montana. In Butte I found the address I had written to after I got to Reed. It was a small white wooden house with a fence around the front. A trike and wagon were in the yard. The mailbox said Jackson. I parked across the street and looked at the house for a while. It was just about five in the afternoon when I got out of the truck and walked across to the house.

Before I opened the gate the front door opened. A woman stepped out on the porch. I knew it was Jenny. I'd never seen her before but Jack had shown me her picture every day for over a year. Lt. Adam "Jack" Jackson, USN. He had taken most of the blast when the plane blew, saving me and ending his life.

Jenny knew who I was. Tears fell from both of us and we hugged in her front yard.

"I knew you'd come."

"I need to tell you something."

"OK. Stay for dinner and after the kids are asleep we'll talk."

She hooked my arm and led me inside. I knew every inch of their home. Jack talked about the house and his family a lot. What he had never seen was the shrine on the wall of the hallway. Pictures of Jack in uniform, of Jack aboard ship, of Jack and I standing on the gangway in Norfolk and the letter saying he died.

We had dinner together and the kids were great. They knew I was Dad's friend. I told them how much he loved them and was proud of them. At bed time they asked if I would tuck them in too. The little girl, Denise, gave me a goodnight kiss.

Jenny served coffee in the living room and sat near me. We talked about how they were doing and other stuff for a while then she asked, "Tell me why you needed to come."

"I was the last one to speak to Jack before the plane hit the deck. We were standing together. As it hit we started to move. He said, "Tell Jenny I love her." Ten seconds later he was gone."

Tears fell. Time passed. I said, "He died instantaneously. A million times since I have wished it had been me. Then he could have come back to you."

"He died instantaneously. I've died a little every day since the car drove up in front of this house. Those two beautiful kids are the only reason I didn't die too."

Tears fell. Time passed. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do anything.

Jenny looked at me and said, "I don't want to die anymore. I want to move. Start over. By the fall I will have enough and we won't live here anymore."

"Can I help?"

"No. I'm glad Jack had you for a friend. I want to hang on to you as a way of hanging on to Jack, but we both know that's no good. Hold me one more time and then you'd better go."

Ten minutes more and I was on the road again. The next day I stopped in another town and got a cashiers check made out to Jenny Jackson and mailed it to her special delivery.

Now that the mission was over I felt at a loss. I drove. I stopped at campgrounds. I attended a few ball games, ate a few dinners in sports bars, learned some new card games in campgrounds and thought about, "OK. What's next?"

In September I was in Georgia. My truck had eight thousand new miles on it that were mine. I followed my routine and pulled into a campground one evening. I parked in one of six available spots and in five minutes my camp was set up. A teenaged boy from next door came over and asked if I was really from D.C.. He pointed at my license plate. I told him I had been near D.C. for five months and bought the truck there. I noticed that most of the kids around were either really small. I offered Jim a Coke and we sat down to talk. I apologized for not having two chairs. His response was to get one from his campsite and we sat comfortably for well over an hour.

He asked about my history and I asked about his history and plans. He was seventeen, a senior to be when school started up again, wanted to study engineering. Three of the little kids running around were his Mom's foster kids and they visited us every few minutes as we talked. They would come by, crawl up in Jim's lap and sit for a minute or two. They climbed down and went back to playing with the others. The youngest, a boy, came by about every fifteen minutes. Jim never spoke to him, just let him climb aboard and helped him down. The last time he stopped by a slightly older girl was sitting in Jim's lap. The little guy didn't flinch, he climbed into my lap like he'd done that ten thousand times. It was a nice feeling.

When the two women were preparing dinner Jim called out, asking if they wanted his help. One of the two dried her hands and walked over. I watched her. She was about the same size as Donna, but blond and fully dressed when we met. Soccer mom would be the way I described her. Dressed in well-worn jeans, a western shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hair in a pony tail. The athletic shoes were worn too. Altogether a picture of healthy, American motherhood.

I smiled and she gave it back. She spoke first to Jim.

"Have you invited our neighbor for dinner yet?"

"Nope. I'd like you to meet Nick. Nick this is my Mom, Della."

I stood and shook her hand. I motioned to the chair and she said, "No. I noticed the slight limp and you need to rest your leg more than I need mine right now. Would you like to join us for dinner? It ain't fancy but you won't starve."

"Mom is the best cook I know. Please join us."

"I accept. What can I bring?"

"A story or two we haven't heard twenty times about a place we haven't been twenty times."

"I think I can make up a story or two."

"I'll bet you have some stories that wouldn't need to be made up."

"Possibly."

"OK. Dinner will be in about twenty minutes. In about ten minutes can you start getting the mob washed for dinner, son?"

We both said, "Yes, Mom" at the same time. We laughed and started rounding up the kids and getting them clean at the bathroom. The little guy was named Mark and he wanted me to wash him. I did. I washed my face and hands, up to the elbows first and then did the same to him. He laughed and said I tickled him. When I was done I had him stand with his hands high, so he wouldn't get dirty again.

We walked back holding hands and sat around the campsite picnic table as well as at three TV trays. I met the other woman, Margie, who was also a foster mom and I met her two kids. Both women shared the fresh scrubbed wholesome look with a minimum of make up and practical hair not one of those 'I spend an hour at the beauty shop every week' hairdos.

As soon as dinner was on the plates Mark said, "Tell us a story, Mr Nick."

His request became eight requests and I raised my hand. They got quiet.

"As long as you eat I'll tell a story. If you stop eating, the story is over. OK?"

"Do I hafta eat everything?" A girl about six said.

I nodded. She smiled and took a bite. I waited until every kid had taken one bite.

"What kind of story would you like?"

"Tell us about somewhere you've been."

"I've been to Pensicola Florida, to Tokyo Japan, to the Mediterranean Sea, which one?"

Mark picked Tokyo. I told them about getting on a ship in San Diego California and taking a month to go across the ocean to Japan. I told them about the city of Tokyo and how different the Japanese people live than American's live. By the time my story ended all the kids were finished eating.

Both Moms and Jim got busy cleaning up and then getting all the little one's ready for bed. By eight-thirty they were all in their sleeping bags and the tents zipped. I did the dishes. We sat back down together and Margie said, "Tell us a story, please."


Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 02



[Please read "Leaving the Navy" posted in Group Sex. It will give you the background on this unusual family beginning. This is an exploration of a direction the story could/should have taken. This chapter delves into some bondage as well as oral, coitus and mf, ff, and fmf. Therefore, it is in the BDSM posting area. At my HMO they ask about the pain level, so in this story the pain level never gets above a five for anyone inside the story.]

Sandra drove us home. She drove because I had never been there. We had been married all of five days and they had been spent in Pensacola Florida. Sandra had a cousin who lived in Pensacola and she hadn't seen her cousin in fifteen years, so that's where we went to get married and visit Carol.

We got married on Monday. The Chaplin on the Navy base did the honors for us and the Navy supplied a few witnesses for us. Afterwards we had a nice meal in the enlisted club on the base. Being retired military does have some perks. We stayed in a hotel near the water Monday night and ate our first married supper together in a really nice sea food restaurant. I bought Sandra a dress and shoes for the ceremony and bought myself a nice almost-dressed-up outfit as well. Sandra picked out both sets of clothes.

From the campground where we left Sandra's sisters and kids to Pensacola we had talked. I had lots of questions about what I had chosen and how I would fit in.

We both knew that when we got home the discussions would need to happen again. Sandra kept looking at am and asking, "Are you sure about this?"

Finally, I stopped her and said, "If you keep asking if I'm sure, I won't be. The little bit of time I've spent with all of you has me convinced I am doing the right thing. I found it easy to love all of you. Easy to be with you, your sisters, Mark, Jim, and all the other kids. The fact that you opened to me says something to me that is pretty powerful. You've all been burned before."

She moved in close, kissed me and the question stopped being asked.

The day after we got married I met her cousin Carol and Carol's husband Mike. Sandra had called Carol as we drove to Pensacola so our arrival was anticipated. Mike took me aside and asked if I knew about the family, or was I thinking I could take Sandra away from her sisters. I let him know that I planned to live in the middle house between the sisters and help raise the kids. He shook his head and said, "I couldn't do it, but if you're willing, more power to ya."

They took us out to a nice dinner and we went back to our hotel for another night of fun.

Sandra was fun in our room. She walked in, looked around and started undressing. When she was nude she turned on the TV, found the cable channels for music and picked the one that played soft, slow music we could dance to. She helped me undress and we danced. The room was a little crowded for dancing but we managed. I loved the feel of her breasts pressed high on my chest, the warmth of her skin against mine and the frequency that her lips found mine as we danced. At the end of a song she broke away from me and dialed room service. She ordered a pitcher of iced tea and some cookies.

"When the knock comes, are you answering the door?" I asked.

"Sure. Whoever the delivery comes from can have a cheap thrill! I just hope they don't drop the iced tea."

We danced another entire tune before the knock came. She let go of me and asked, "Who is it?"

A young male voice said, "Room service."

She unlocked the door and slowly opened it. She looked around the door and asked, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Ok." With that she opened the door and took the tray from the shocked young man. She brought it in and put it on the bed. She went back to the young man, signed for the food and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Thank you very much!" They both said, then laughed. As she closed the door his face was bright red.

"That story will last years in his life." I said.

"Probably. Young guys should have sexy experiences to open up their lives."

"What about older guys like me?"

"What kind of sexy experience would you like to have?"

"Oh, now let me think. How about the experience of loving you again?"

"I like how that sounds."

I moved the iced tea and cookies to the table and put Sandra on the bed. We had joined before and every time was still an exploration of what we both liked and what lit our fires in different ways.

I got a little bottle of lotion from the bathroom and spread it on her back and ass. For the next half an hour I massaged her back, ass and legs. When I approached her pussy as I worked her legs, she spread them a little. I took that as an invitation and touched her pussy a little with every opportunity.

When my hands worked up her back towards her shoulders I straddled her upper thighs, resting my cock between her legs and touching her pussy. She moaned as I pressed down on her back with my hands and massaged the lotion into her skin.

Sandra's skin was nearly without blemish or mole. She was well muscled and while not thin she wasn't carrying around much excess either. All in all she was a very healthy woman. Until we filled out the papers for marriage I didn't know how old she was. She was thirty-eight. Two years younger than me.

I rolled her over and started work on her chest. Starting at her shoulders I worked the lotion into her skin along her shoulders, down both sides and onto her belly. Not at all flabby I could feel the strength and vitality of her stomach muscles. My hands spread lotion onto her breasts and I spent lots of time making sure they were well cared for. She kept her eyes closed for most of the massage but when my hands held her breasts she opened her eyes and watched.

"Nick, I love having my breasts mauled. Squeeze them hard. Pull on them. Twist them. Pull on my nipples! Hard enough that you think it will hurt me. I will love it! All the better if you do it while you are inside me."

She opened her legs and I moved to enter her. She guided my bare cock into her. From the time we left the campground she told me we didn't need condoms anymore. None of the three sisters could get pregnant again so the condoms were about protections from STD's. I loved how her insides felt as I slid into her. With some women the feeling is that they are wet. Sandra was slippery, hot and slippery.

As I slid in and back out of her I held her tits. I squeezed and she smiled.

"Squeeze tighter."

I encircled her right breast with both hands, right where her tit met her chest, and squeezed. The breast tightened and started looking swollen. I pumped into her and she moaned. I held on and saw her nipple swell and look inviting. I bent to it and sucked hard on the nipple without letting go with my hands. She moaned loudly and held my head to her breast with her hands.

"Oh Nick! That's what I'm talking about! Suck me!"

I did. My cock pistoned in and out as I sucked her tit. I was also pushing down on her chest, using my hands to support my upper body.  We thrashed around like that for long minutes until she started shaking and saying, "Here I cum! Pound into my pussy, Nick! Suck me!"

I felt my own juices pulse into her as she screamed and arched her back. It was wonderful. I let go of her tit and she moaned again. She rolled me onto my back and kept me inside her. We kissed a hundred times and then I fell asleep. When I started to wake up I heard her soft voice. She was talking to her sisters on the phone.

"We did good. He's so good to me. Yes! He's been asking lots of questions about his role in the family and how to be good for the kids. He really likes Jim and Krystn and wants them to do well." She paused and then I heard, "I love what he does to my body! Just a while ago he gave me a massage! When he does you, you will melt!" She paused again. "I don't know. Maybe I'll ask him to tie me up and see how he does. God, what if he ties up my tits! I will cum a hundred times!"

I felt my cock starting to respond to what I heard. I turned, as if in my sleep, so my growing hard on wasn't as evident.

"He's starting to wake up. See you in a few days. I love you." I heard the phone hang up.

Sandra snuggled against me and we both snoozed for a few more minutes.

We walked on the beach that late afternoon, holding hands and talking. On the way back we ate dinner and then walked to the hotel. I saw a hardware store and asked Sandra to wait outside while I went in. She sat at a bus bench in front of the store.

Inside I bought twenty-five feet of soft cotton rope and a package of plastic clothespins. The salesperson put them in a black plastic bag and I walked out. Sandra asked what I bought and I said, "A surprise for later."

When we got back to the room Sandra stripped and I had her stand beside the bed. I took a pillowcase off a pillow and asked her if she would play a game with me. She said yes.

I put the pillowcase over her head, then I shut off the room lights. The only light in the room came in through the window and through the curtains. The room was barely light at all. I stood in front of her and asked, "What can you see?"

She turned her head right, then left and said, "The inside of the pillowcase."

"Good. I have something I need to do for the next few minutes. I'll turn on the music and you can sit there on the bed. Ok?"

"Yes, Nick."

From my suitcase I got my pocket knife and I cut the rope into four pieces three feet long. I thought about it and cut another two pieces four feet long. I opened the package of clothes pins and tested the strength of one by putting it on my own nipple. It hurt but wasn't unbearable.

"Sandra, please stand."

She stood.

"Please put your hands behind you, wrists together."

She did as I asked. I stepped behind her, moved her hands so her forearms were together with a hand at each elbow. I wrapped a three foot length of rope around each wrist and the forearm, tight enough to hold but not tight enough to hurt. I used a four foot rope to bind her ankles together.

"What are you doing to me?"

I lifted the pillowcase from her head and said, "When I held your breast a while ago I got the idea that you liked being held, tightly. Now you are being held and I can bring you some new pleasures, if you would like."

"How did you know?" Her voice was a whisper. Her eyes were wide.

"I listened to your phone call."

She didn't speak. In the darkened room, I still saw her blush.

I picked up a three foot rope. "Please bend at the waist."

"Yes, Nick."

I sat on the floor slightly to her side and wrapped the rope around her hanging breast. Six rounds and a knot to hold it secure. Her breast looked like it had when I held it with my hands.

With the other rope I secured her other breast.

"Stand back up, please."

Her tits stuck straight out from her chest and her nipples were bulging. 

"How does that feel, Sandra?"

"They tingle. When I breathe I can feel the skin pulling and they are getting more sensitive. I'm dripping."

I got a towel from the bathroom and threw it on the floor. I hugged her and picked her up, moving her onto the towel.

"The towel will catch any drips. I'm going to do some things and I want you to tell me how they feel. Ok?"

"Yes, Nick."

"Has anyone bound you like this before?"

"Yes, Nick, Della."

"You liked it when she did this?"

"Yes! I love it!"

"What did she do to your tits after they were bound?"

"Sometimes she slaps them."

"The whole thing or just your nipples?"

"The whole thing."

"What else does she do?"

"Pinches me." Her voice was a whisper and quivering.

"You really like it when she pinches, don't you?"

"Yes! I usually cum when she releases them."

I picked up a clothespin and showed it to her. Her eyes got wide and she looked from the pin to her swollen tits. My finger and thumb pinched her areola and my other hand attached the pin to her nipple. As I released it Sandra's knees went weak for a second.

"Oh Nick! I can feel that right into my pussy!"

"I have another clothes pin. Are you ready for it?"

She took a big breath and said, "Put it on me! Please pinch my tits!"

I put it on her. She moaned and held her eyes closed. I waited. I went into the bathroom and got another towel. I put in on the bed where her ass would sit. I helped her sit and with every move she moaned. I watched the time. I didn't want to leave the pins on too long.

I put a pillow behind her so that when I leaned her back it would help support her shoulders. I undressed. She saw that I was hard with a drop of pre-cum at the end of my cock. I helped her lie back. I climbed on the bed up by her head and put my cock against her lips.

"Do you want to suck me, Sandra?"

"Yes! I want you to fuck my mouth!"

"Good girl." I pushed forward and she took my cock in and sucked hard. I moved in and out of her mouth like it was a cunt. Every in stroke shook the clothespins and she moaned. When I pulled back they moved again. Her tongue probed the slit at the end of my cock, her cheeks sucked in because she was sucking so hard on my dick. It felt wonderfully. I looked at the clock and her nipples had been pinned for fifteen minutes. My right hand went to her pussy and I slid a single finger in. She drew up her feet and spread her knees, opening herself up to me. I found her clit and then I stroked it she started to shake. My left hand released the clothes pin from her left nipple. She screamed and thrashed. She didn't even try to get my cock out of her mouth. When she calmed down enough to suck me again I took the other clothes pin off. She screamed again and jerked with aftershocks for quite a while. I pulled out of her mouth leaving my cock resting against her lips.

"Lift your legs up to me, please."

She grunted and when they came up I grabbed them and untied her ankles. I moved and got near her ass, held her legs wide and entered her wet, slippery pussy. I let go of her legs and she wrapped them around my waist. I grabbed her bound tits and gently squeezed.

"Oh God! Oh God!"

"I'm going to untie your tits Sandra. The blood will rush in and it will hurt. It will hurt so much you will cum again and again. The muscles in your cunt will squeeze my cock and milk all my cum out. Ready?"

"YYYYeeeesssss!"  I pulled the knot loose and pulled straight up and the rope uncoiled from her breast.

"Jesus! God! Oh, sweet Jesus! Aaaaaahhhhhhh!"

I could feel the walls of her insides spasming around my cock and I saw the muscles of her lower belly pulsing. Her head rocked back and forth as she moaned. I untied the other breast and pulled that rope off. She screamed louder, her body shook and she clamped down on my cock. I waited and when she started to calm down I stroked inside her a few times hard, rocking her breasts and filling her cunt with me. Her eyes opened wide and I came inside her. I bellowed and held still as my cock shot load after load inside her.

I fell beside her and after a few moments I turned her on her side and untied her arms. As soon as the rope fell away she moved, taking my cock in her mouth and cleaning up all the combined juices from both of us.

She moved up to my face and kissed me.

"I thought you were the one on Saturday! I know you are the one now! You have me! I'm yours! You are incredible!"

She spooned against me and we napped.

I awoke to see Sandra sucking me back to life.

"Take your time. I plan to be around for years."

"I just want to say, thank you."

"You're welcome. Come up here, please."

She put herself against me, her head on my shoulder and my arm on her back.

"Tell me about your kinky sisters."

"We aren't kinky! Well, maybe a little. All three of us like bondage. We almost never get to do it. Too many little ones around. Jim and Krystn are a little too snoopy."

"I'll take on the project of finding time for each of us to get private play time. How long do you usually keep your breasts tied up?"

"Twenty-five minutes, tops!"

"That's about what I thought. We don't want damage."

"I bruised Della a couple times. It took the bruises a couple weeks to fade away."

"What would you like to do with the rest of our honeymoon?"

"Have sex in places I've never had sex! Having sex when there aren't any kids around is so much fun!"

"Because you can be loud?"

"And, I'm not listening for a sick one, a whiney one, a snoopy one."

"Ok, that gets factored into my project too. Play time without children nearby."

"Think you can arrange that?"

"Maybe not as often as you three would like, but yes."

"Wow! Being married to you could have some really unexpected benefits."

"Yeah, like sore breasts and other body parts."

"Asses."

"Asses?"

"Will you have our asses?"

"Would you like that?"

"Years ago, when I was married for a minute and a half, my husband introduced me to it. The first three times I wanted to kill him, it hurt sooooo badly. Then I got him to use a lot of lube and start slow. I loved it! After he was gone Margie used a dildo on my ass and then I returned the favor. I lubed her up well and went slowly. Later we both did Della. That's something we do fairly often. We don't need ropes, just a dildo."

"Ok. I would like to continue that practice. Not the dildo, the having fun with your asses."

"Wait til we get home and I tell them what you like!"

"You aren't going to call home every time I fall asleep?"

"I've only called twice!"

I smiled. I had only known of once.

"If I fall asleep are you going to call?"

"No. I'll wait and send you to the store." We laughed and I handed her the phone.

"Really?"

"Sweetheart, I'm married to all of you. No secrets. While you're on the phone tell them we are heading for home in the morning and will arrive at lunchtime Friday."

She called. I showered and shaved. As long as I had the razor in my hand I went to Sandra and shaved her while she talked to Margie. When I got to the tongue test for hairs I hadn't seen she said, "Margie, do you know what our wonderful husband is doing? He's shaved my pussy and now is licking me to make sure he got every tiny hair."

There was a short pause at our end.

"Nick, Margie said they went to Costco yesterday and just happened to buy forty-eight razors!"

"Good! That ought to last a couple weeks anyway. Sandra, do you want me to wait or can I eat you now?"

She smiled and held the phone out in my direction. "Ask me again," she said.

"Sandra, do you want me to wait or can I eat you now?" She put the phone back to her ear and said, "Eat me now, Nick. Margie, I need to hang up now. I'm busy."

She hung up the phone then she opened herself wider to me. I only touched her with my tongue. Wide strokes with my tongue and then pointed flicks on her clit. I slowly licked her back to another orgasm and just as she was close I lubed my finger in her juices and when she screamed I shoved it in her ass.

"Yes! You did it again! Yes!"

Long after she calmed down I kept my finger buried in her ass. When she looked at me I moved it around and she moaned. I pulled out and went into the bathroom. I washed my hands with soap and came back to bed.

"I may not be able to walk well for a couple days."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No. I'm bragging."

We listened to the TV music channel for a while and then dressed for dinner. At the restaurant we saw a man yelling at his wife just outside. He drew back his arm, made a fist and she cringed. I stepped forward and grabbed his fist. He turned and said, "Let me go!"

"So you can hit her?"

"Yes! She's my wife!"

"Would you use your fist on your mother?" I asked. I still held his fist in my hand.

"If she disrespected me!"

"I'm going to let go of your hand. If you hit her I'm going to put you in the hospital. There is only one reason to hit a woman. You need to be so stupid you can't solve problems any other way." I let his hand go.




Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 02



"How do you feel about a man hitting another man?" His eyes were dilated, he was up on the balls of his feet. He was going to hit me.  "He'd better make the first hit really count."

The swing came from ten miles away. He expected me to stand still and get hit! I grabbed the extended arm and pulled him forward, slamming his collarbone into a lamp post. We all heard the bone snap.

He screamed in pain and sat down on the ground. His right arm was useless. Sandra had already moved to his wife. I turned to her and noticed some aging bruises.

"Do you have kids with him?"

"No."

"Do you have family you can go to?"

"Yes, my mom lives up by Atlanta. I can go there."

Sandra asked, "We you on your way in or out of the restaurant?"

"In. Is he going to be alright?"

"Someday. He needs to go to the hospital and have his collarbone set. He won't be able to use that arm for a few weeks, but that will give him time to think. Let's go inside. I'll call an ambulance for him and we'll buy you dinner."

I didn't wait for an answer. We surrounded her and walked her inside. The person at the reservations desk said, "I saw what happened and called an ambulance. Your table is waiting." She led us to a very nice table and when she left us the waiter served the menus.

Our guest looked over the menu and softly said, "This is too pricey for me."

"You aren't paying." Sandra said. "Just pick something you would like. We can afford it."

The waiter came back, told us the specials and I saw our guest's eyes flare when he mentioned the almond crusted halibut. I winked at Sandra and said to the waiter, "I think we should try the almond crusted halibut. Would you like that Sandra?" She nodded. "Dear lady?" She smiled and nodded. He asked if we wanted Caesar salad or baby greens. "Caesar," I answered.

After he left I looked at our guest and said, "I hope you don't mind my ordering for you. You've had enough traumas for today and ordering could just add confusion."

"I love halibut. Thank you."

We found out they had been married a year. He had lost his job three months before and she was supporting them working in a dry cleaners. He had become more and more violent since he lost his job. Today was her payday and he demanded she take them out for dinner. She had reminded him that if they ate here it would mean they didn't have enough for the rent. That's when we arrived.

"Nick, can I borrow the cell phone?"

"Sure, Honey." I handed it to her. 

"Margie, Sandra. Would you call Betty and ask her if she still wants someone at her dry cleaners?" Call me right back on Nick's cell. I'll explain."

Our salads came and we started eating. The cell rang and Sandra answered. She thanked Margie and hung up.

"If you want it, we have a job for you in the dry cleaners in our town. You'll be three hundred miles from his abuse and you'll have a fresh start."

"Why are you doing this for me?" 

"Because everyone deserves a good life." I said.

"How will I get there?"

"We leave in the morning. I have a pick up and we can put your stuff in the back."

Dinner came and went. She savored every bite, beginning to feel the freedom we offered. After we finished the meal, and had answered the first dozen questions about home, we discovered the bill wasn't coming. The manager had comped the meal because we had kept the angry man outside.

We drove Pat home and Sandra helped her pack. An hour later the phone rang and Pat answered. We heard half the conversation.

"No, I won't come get you." "No, I won't be here when you get here. I'm leaving you. The next time you hear from me it will be when you're served divorce papers." "Yes, I'm serious." "I know you won't hit me, ever again. Because, I won't be here for you to hit!" "Good bye, Carl." She hung up. I reached over and took the phone off the hook. Ten minutes more and we were out the door.

As we got in the truck Pat said, "Wait! You said you were leaving in the morning. Where will I stay tonight? Shouldn't I stay here?"

"If Carl gets home later tonight, do you want to be here?"

"No."

"Then you'll stay with us. There are two big beds in the room. You can have the one we haven't messed up." Sandra said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now, relax. You're with friends."

She was sitting between us and within the drive to our hotel she did not relax.

I parked the truck in valet parking so it would be inside a parking structure and out of sight. Pat wanted to get some things and we helped her find them in the back of the truck. 

We walked in and to our room. Pat walked like a woman who had had the self-esteem punched out of her. Sandra put her arm around her shoulders and she flinched. Sandra left it there and spoke softly to her all the way to the room. I opened the door. Sandra turned to me and said, "Go to housekeeping and get shampoo, soap and two bottles of lotion, would you Honey?"

"I'll be right back."

I went to the front desk. I spoke to the manager and told her most of the story.

"I need extra lotion, shampoo, soap and towels. If you need to add a charge to our room, it's Ok."

She smiled and went into the office behind the front desk. When she returned she gave me a bag with extra soaps, shampoos, lotions and conditioners in it.

"By the time you get to your room someone will be there with extra towels. Thank you, for being the kind of couple who would help."

I smiled, said thanks and went back to our room. Standing in the hallway with a stack of towels was a young man. It was the same young man who had delivered the iced tea. I took the towels and gave him a buck. 

"Sorry for the poor tip. If you'd like I'll take my clothes of and let you look, but I don't really think that's what you want."

He hurried down the hall, saying, "No, this is fine. Have a good evening."

I opened the door and heard water running in the bathroom. I knocked and said I was back. Sandra came out and took the supplies. She was nude and wet. 

"Getting clean is good therapy." She said as she ducked back inside. I turned on the TV and watched part of a movie I had seen while I was in the Navy hospital. The movie was almost over when they came out of the bathroom. Sandra opened the extra bed and helped Pat into it. She was wearing one of my t-shirts. It hit her two inches below her pussy.  Sandra was also wearing one. It hit her at the bottom edge of her pussy.

"The bathroom is all yours, Honey."

I went in and did my nightly routine. As I turned to leave I realized I was nude. I sleep nude unless I'm sleeping in the back of my truck. I opened the door a little and said, "Pat, would you please close your eyes?"

"Sure!" Sandra answered. I opened the door and stepped out. Sandra was sitting on the bed, nude, with her legs crossed. Pat was in her bed, still wearing my t-shirt. Both were looking right at me.

Realizing it was too late to cover up I just walked to my bed and pulled the covers back.

Pat spoke. "Sandra told me you two are on your honeymoon. I'll turn towards the wall and I promise not to look. I know you were both counting on having sex."

Sandra moved to me and kissed me. My cock immediately leaped up. She broke the kiss and pulled me onto the bed.

I shut off the room lights and let her pull me into an embrace. I glanced over and Pat was facing the far wall. I returned Sandra's kiss. Soon, I had forgotten we weren't alone. Sandra sucked me, and pinched my nipples. I moved to her breasts and they were extra sensitive so when I sucked it didn't take much and she was thrashing around and urging me on.

On our sides we 69ed for a while and Sandra came, her scream muffled by having my cock in her mouth. I moved into position to participate in the missionary prayer of Thanksgiving and Sandra said, "Stuff me full, please."

I slid into her slippery places and as I pulled back the first time Sandra said, "You can watch if you want to, Pat. I think, if you will, it will just turn us on more."

I didn't look. I looked at my cock sliding in and out of Sandra coated with our juices.

"You are my hero, Nick!" Her legs wrapped around me pulling me into her.

"I love how you take care of me." She pinched my nipples.

"I want you to fill me up! Love me!"

I had my hands by her shoulders, supporting my upper body. She grabbed my wrists and moved my hands to her tits. I squeezed and she arched her back and groaned.

I heard a sound to my left and looked. Pat was sitting on the bed nude with both hands at her pussy, her eyes were on us, glazed in lust. When I looked she said, "Fuck her good! Show her you love her!"

Sandra looked at Pat and said, "Kiss me. Be my sister. Kiss me."

Pat moved to our bed and kissed Sandra. Sandra knew how to make love to a woman and she drew Pat in and loved her. I pounded away at Sandra. As they kissed I saw Sandra's hand find mine and move it to Pat's ass.

Pat reached back and moved my hand to her pussy. I probed and caressed her as I continued to plunge into Sandra. I was getting closer and closer to losing control. My balls had already pulled up so high I had a lump in my throat.

"I'm going to cum!" I said. As I said it I shoved my thumb into Pat's pussy and used my knuckle against her clit. She shuddered and arched. She came! I lost my load and slammed into Sandra pushing my doomed swimmers into the dead end of their lives. Sandra arched her back, pulled Pat's breast into her mouth and screamed.

Pat collapsed! I pulled back and out of Sandra and plopped beside her.

We hadn't even been married a week and already there was another woman in our bed! Life is good!



Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 03



[Polyamorous life explored including some bondage and a little pain. This is an exploration of the story "Leaving the Navy" posted in Group Sex but taking it in a different direction. Your comments are welcome.]



When I woke up it was morning. Two women were sucking and kissing my cock. One was my new wife. The other a damsel in distress from the night before. I turned them so I could reach their pussies and my fingers explored their slippery portions.

Sandra rolled a condom onto me and helped Pat assume the cowgirl position above me. I watched as she sank down invaginating me. She felt really good. She rode me hard. Twice she called me Carl and three times she called me Nick. When she came I was Nick. When I came she used her muscles to milk me. 

As she pulled off me Sandra peeled off the condom and drank the contents. Pat bent and cleaned my cock with her mouth.

"Good Morning, Honey." Sandra said.

"Good morning, ladies. I like how the alarm clock works in this room. It isn't too noisy but I sure woke up happy."

Pat said, "So did we!"

"Shower anyone?"

They pulled me out of the bed, turned on the water and the three of us somehow got clean. We got dry and dressed. We packed our stuff and headed out for our traveling day. In the lobby, I walked to the desk. I handed the woman the keys and asked if she would give a message to the manager named Bonny. She pressed a button and ten seconds later Bonny came out of the back office.

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness last evening and to settle up my bill."

"There is no bill to settle. Once, ten years ago I was ending a bad marriage from a hospital bed. I wished then I someone had been there to help me. I wasn't there to help her, but I can honor her heros by paying your bill. It's already done." She shook my hand, waved at Sandra and Pat waiting by the door and was gone.

We walked to the truck and got in. Pat navigated us to I-65 north and we were off. We stopped in Montgomery for lunch and ate at a Cracker Barrel. Every time I eat there I feel badly for all the places that don't have a nearby Cracker Barrel. While we started the trip north from Montgomery Sandra used the cell phone again.

"Margie, it's us. We just left Montgomery. We have Pat with us and all her stuff. Can you find her a place to live near the dry cleaners? She doesn't have a car. I'll ask." She held the phone and asked, "Pat, will you stay with us a few days until we can find you a place?"

Pat nodded and teared up. "She'll stay. Yes, in Krystn's room. No, Krystn doesn't need to move. Pat will share. What's for dinner? What? I'll tell him. See you soon. Bye." She disconnected.

"Tell him what?" I asked.

"Mark has asked every one every day since we left where his Dad is."

"God! Having a Dad must be important to the little guy."

"Either that or perhaps it is you he misses."

"Who is Mark?" Pat asked.

For the next hundred miles Sandra explained our family to Pat. She included that we had been married for five days and known each other for seven. She included that the three sisters all considered themselves married to me, not just Sandra. Sandra explained that she loved bondage and loved having her tits mauled. Pat didn't say anything while Sandra talked. She took all of it in quite well. She didn't try to jump from the truck once.

When we made a pit stop I wondered if she would run away, but she came back. They came back to the truck together. I knew we would be home by the time we needed to stop again so I handed the keys to Sandra. She put her arms around my neck and pressed the rest of herself against me. We kissed for about a week, or maybe a minute. It was very good. My knees were weak when the kiss ended.  I walked around and opened the door for Pat. She pressed herself against me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a little different from Sandra's kiss but every bit as intentional. I was hard when we got in the truck. Pat sat in the middle.

A few miles down the road Sandra asked, "Pat, why did you kiss Nick that way?"

"He saved my life. He helped me think maybe I am worth it! You both are giving me a new life. I've been thinking about what you said about being tied up and having your tits mauled. I hated it when Carl tied me up and hurt me. Now I think it was because I couldn't trust him. I would like to have you both maul my tits and be bound by you. That kiss was just part of how I want to say thank you and invite you to play with me."

Sandra pulled off at the next rest stop. She stopped the truck and got out. She reached for Pat's hand and helped her slide over and out. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like a kiss, too."

Pat's arms went around Sandra's neck, her body molded itself to Sandra's and they kissed. Hell, it was so hot I got hard and I was four feet from them. When the kiss ended Sandra bent Pat back over the seat and pulled her sweatshirt up, exposing her tits. She wrapped her hands around Pat's right breast and I leaned over and wrapped my hands around her left. We squeezed hard and then Sandra bit her nipples. She spent a couple minutes at each breast then we both released her at the same time. Pat almost collapsed.  

"Oh! Oh! I'm still tingling!" Sandra held her for a few moments and then Pat turned and climbed into the truck again. She took her bra off and pulled the sweatshirt down. She handed me the bra and I put it in the glove box.

Sandra climbed back in as she said, "Great! Now I get to drive the rest of the way home soaked! Serves me right!"

As Sandra started the truck, laughing, I said, "If you park over there I'll take you both in the back and dry you with my tongue."

"That will NOT get us dry!" They both said, laughing. We got back on the highway.

An hour later Sandra got off the highway and headed through town. Pat got her bra back on. North of town, on a hill, there were three houses sitting almost by themselves. One four foot chain link fence enclosed all three yards. Jim was standing by the middle gate, holding it open. He smiled and waved as we pulled in. He closed the gate behind us.

We got out and were mobbed by short people, and Jim. Mark crawled up my leg and I lifted him the rest of the way. "You're my Dad!" He said. I nodded. "And you aren't posta go away without me!"

"I'm back! Are you glad I'm back?"

"Yup!" He wiggled and was gone. Jim looked at me and said, "I missed you too." He waited and added, "Dad."

I felt tears well up. Pat touched my arm. I turned and said, "Pat this is Jim, our son. Mark was the one who just took off."

The little girl on front of Pat said, "I'm Sam. My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam. Glad to meet you Pat." As soon as they shook hands Sam took off. By then Margie and Della were outside headed our way.

"We were headed inside." Sandra said.

"We couldn't wait ten more seconds. They met Pat and gave her a hug and turned to me. My socks melted when Margie kissed me. Lordy, she was glad to see me! Della was more restrained. She pushed Margie out of the way and did her best to get inside my clothes with me. It was good to be home.

Della took my arm and guided me into our house. The table was set for everyone and dinner smelled really good. Krystn came out of the kitchen and kissed Sandra and then me. She kissed me and said, "Welcome home, Daddy."

We unloaded the truck. We took Pat's stuff to Krystn's room. Sandra and Della took Sandra's suitcases and I pulled mine out of the truck. I followed Sandra and Della. When we got inside the house and towards the back of the ground floor Della said, "Nick your stuff goes in there." She pointed to a door. I opened it and it was an office with a big walk in closet. There was no bed. A man married to three women really doesn't need a bed. I hung clothes in the closet and stashed things in the chest of drawers. The dirty laundry I left in the suitcase.

Sandra came in to see what I was doing. We stood in the closet and kissed. When we pulled back a little I saw she was teary.

"Why the tears?"

"It's real. I'm married again and to someone who loves us!" We kissed again.

"And, don't you forget it!" We kissed again.

Sam darted into the room and yelled, "Mommy's kissing Daddy in the closet!" She ran out just as fast. We laughed and heard others laugh. Sandra showed me the bedroom. I had thought it might be one of those super frilly, pink everything bedrooms. It wasn't. The bed was a rustic four poster with massive posts made of rough hewn logs. A mostly green quilt covered the bed. The room was carpeted in chocolate brown. The walls were a complimentary green and the curtains were white eyelet. Country, but not frilly. It felt good.

"As soon as we can, I invite you to stay here with me."

I looked at her and then understood. Margie and Della wanted some time, too. I nodded and kissed her again.

I heard a dinner bell ring. A triangle, like the one my mom used when I was kid. I could hear it all over the neighborhood. Three minutes after it rang the family was all seated at the table. I was a little uncomfortable when I noticed that my place was at the head of the table. The little guys asked questions of us about getting married and about where we went. Mark wanted to know if I was going away again. I promised I was going to live right there a long time.

Sam was sitting next to Pat. She looked at her a lot during dinner and finally asked, "Are you Daddy's sister?"

"No. We met in Pensacola a couple days ago."

Sam ate a bit more of her dinner and then asked, "Are you going to be my Momma too?"

"I think you have enough Mommas."

"We could let you be one too."

"That would be nice, but for now I need to get a job and an apartment."

"Ok. You can come back and be my Mom later."

She smiled at Pat and resumed eating. I smiled. These kids had open hearts. They let me right in. They let Pat in too.

After dinner I got the three house tour. Pat followed along. Sandra guided the tour of the middle house. I saw the three kid's bedrooms and her office, the well appointed kitchen and the living-family room. All the chairs and couches were built to last. The colors and fabrics were more durable than fashionable. It was comfortable and warm.

Next we went to Della's home. The colors were natural autumn colors. Her bedroom was inviting and not frilly. On the bed I saw a silver teddi. The cover of the bed was a quilt of browns, burnt orange and deep greens. The walls were off white.

There were two kid's rooms and an office. A smaller kitchen and two bathrooms. Sandra's home had three. The house had rust colors, browns and deep greens. Hardwood floors and country curtains.

We made the trek from Della's to Margie's without walking back through Sandra's. Margie's house was two story too and from the outside looked a lot like Della's. All three were the same colors outside. A dusty forest green with white trim. Inside Margie's house I started to laugh. There were signs on everything! Every chair had a sign on it that said, "Chair." Every window had a sign on it that said, "Window." There were signs everywhere! I looked at Margie and said, "I love this! You are teaching them to read!"

Margie glowed as she led the tour. When we finished the living room and kitchen Sam took over. We got near the door with a sign on it that said, "Sam's Room" and she said, "This is my room." She opened the door and showed us all the signs inside and showed us all her things. I was impressed and said so. Sam beamed. She led us to the other bedroom sand when we got to Margie's bedroom she said, "Momma has been working in here so that Daddy will like sleeping in here." 

She opened the door and I thought I could tell that Margie was the most frilly of the three. The dust ruffle around the bottom of her bed was white eyelet and looked like an old fashioned petticoat. The curtains were eyelet, but had more ruffle than either Sandra or Della used.

"Did you guys make the curtains and dust ruffles?" I asked.

"Yes, and the quilts." Margie said.

"They are beautiful! You should all be proud of your homes."

"Not too feminine?" Margie asked.

"I'll just bring in a bucket of dirt to make the place look a bit more manly!"

Margie started to raise her hand and I added, "I wouldn't want to change anything about how any of the houses look. That may change after I've been here a while but please remember, I've lived on a Navy base or on a ship for twenty years. This is wonderful."

We went back to Sandra's and sat in the living/family room. The little guys played all over the house. Jim came out of his room and said, "I'd like to go into town for an hour or so. Would that be Ok?"

"Be back before ten?" Sandra asked.

"Sure."

Sandra nodded and he went out the back door. I asked how he would get to town.

"He rides his bike."

Time was spent telling me about Jim's activities and the rules for him. There weren't many rules. He was seventeen and they treated him more as an adult than a kid.

Della told Pat that she would take her to meet her new boss the next day. She told about Betty, the owner and manager of the dry cleaners. Suddenly, Pat put her hand to her mouth and gasped.

"Pat, what's wrong?" Della asked.

"Carl has probably called my mom and she'll be frantic! I need to call her."

Sam ran from the room and came back with a cordless phone. She handed it to Pat, looked at Sandra and said, "It's Ok if she calls her momma, isn't it, momma?"

Sandra nodded and Pat dialed. As she dialed Della said, "If you want some privacy you can use any other room in the house."

"Momma?" "Yes! I left him. Yes, permanently." "I'm with friends near Atlanta." "I have a job and I'm looking for an apartment." "Momma, I'm fine."

She held the phone away from her ear and said, "She wants a number where she can reach me."

"Give her my cell number. Even if Carl gets it, it won't tell him where you are." I said. Pat nodded and we gave Momma the number.

Pat listened on the phone for a long time. The longer she listened the more emotional she became. Finally, I got up and went to the couch where she was sitting and helped her stand. I sat and folded her into my lap. She kept listening and cried onto my chest.

"Yes, momma, I'm still here." "Yes, momma, I've learned a lesson."

I gently took the phone from her and spoke to momma. "Excuse me but we need Pat to help us with a family emergency right now and we need the phone.  Can she call you in a couple days?"

She agreed and I thanked her and hung up.

Pat looked up at me and said, "What family emergency?"

"You. You've had enough for tonight. We need to get you into bed and comfortable for the night."

Krystn said, "Come with me. I can help."

Before she got out of my lap I kissed her, tenderly. She took Krystn's hand and they went upstairs. We watched them go.

"It could be a long night." I said.

"I don't think so. Krystn will get her undressed and into a flannel nightgown, put her in bed and snuggle and comfort her until they both are asleep." Sandra said.

"She'll be fine." Margie said.

"I'll bet Nick is tired too." Della said. "A five day and night honeymoon could make a man tired." Her smile let everyone know that she had staked her claim on me for the night. I had guessed that when I saw the silver teddi on her bed during the tour.


"I am tired but I feel like I want to make a request."

"What?" Della asked, scooting forward in her chair.

"I wonder if I could see one of you in something sexy and silver before I go to bed?"

Della jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand. "I think that can be arranged!" We left the house to the sound of laughter.

Della had arranged for the two children who lived in her house to stay in Sandra's house for the night. We had her house to ourselves. As soon as we were inside I realized all my clothes were in Sandra's house.

"I'm sorry but I need to go back."

"Why?"

"I didn't bring any clothes for tomorrow."

Della smiled and said, "Let me show you something, would you?"

She led me to her bedroom and opened the closet. At the left end of the closet I saw shirts, pants and a jacket that were not for Della. They were new.

She sat me on the bed and said, "While you were gone we got your sizes from Sandra. We knew that living in a pick up truck you couldn't have much. Margie and I had fun shopping for clothes for you. We kept the tags on in case you don't like something. We can take any of it back."

I noticed that the tags were still on the silver teddi.

"Can you take that back if it makes it hard for me to sleep?"

"I won't wear it when we sleep. That is intended to get you interested."

"You already have me interested! I think it should go back, though. With all our kids there won't be many opportunities to wear it."

"Oh? I think I'll keep it to inspire you to find times for me to wear it."

"I've given that some thought already. Sandra told me how wonderful it was to have some adult time without worrying about waking the kids, or sick kids, or snoopy kids. I took on the project of getting all of us adult time."

"I know. Sandra told us."

She sat on my lap and we kissed. She straddled my legs and we kissed again. Her hands slowly opened the buttons of my shirt, one at a time. I did the same to the buttons on her blouse. As her blouse opened I saw lace. I noticed the lace was a front closure lace, holding her breasts gently.

The blouse opened wider and I saw her nipples poking against the lace. My hands covered her lace covered breasts and I said, "Lace looks good on you."

"It's my favorite."

"Why?"

"Because you're holding me through it. I've been thinking about you loving me since we were camping. We have been looking for you for years! Can we go to bed now?"

"Would you like to get undressed first?"

"Race!" She jumped off my lap and her hands became a blur as she undressed. I hurried so she wouldn't need to wait for me for long. She was nude first and helped me get there. She opened the bed and I saw light green sheets waiting for us.

"New sheets?"

"Yes! We all got new sheets! A new husband shouldn't have to sleep on old sheets."

"I like how you think. I hope you don't change your mind in a week."

"Not likely. You jumped right in to save Pat. That says a lot about the kind of man you are. You took care of her just a little while ago, when she was on the phone with her mom. You are a good man." She got in the bed, scooted over and made room for me beside her.

I climbed in and held her. She snuggled against my chest and put her face on my pec. One leg went over mine and she was touching me from lower leg to her face.

"I want you inside me, but not right now. Right now holding you, being touched by you in my bedroom is perfect. I want to wake up and join with you at the beginning of our first full day as a family. Is that Ok?"

"Yes. Holding you like this, is loving you. Being in bed like this almost has me tearing up. I've never been married to anyone and now I'm married and I have kids with three wonderful women. Is it real?"

"Betchur ass!"

"Then take notice, I have dropped anchor for the last and only time." 

She looked up at me with a tear sliding down her cheek. I kissed it and shut off the bedside lamp. I held her and listened to her breathe until I fell asleep.

I woke before Della did. She was still snuggled against me and her head was still in my chest. I needed to pee but I didn't want to wake her. I liked how she felt and how she sounded breathing softly and slowly. Her arm was across my chest.

A minute passed and she shifted position just a bit. Her legs moved over mine and her hand slid down across my belly and stopped. Another minute passed and her hand went farther down and bumped against my morning hard on.

She moaned softly and moved down to take my hard on into her mouth. I said, "Good morning."




Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 03



She hummed. "Hhhhmmmmmmm"

I pulled her the rest of the way into a sixty-nine with her on top. She was wet and smelled and tasted really good! We didn't hurry. There was no rush. The hotter she got the lower her dropped her pussy onto my face. I lapped in her juices and sucked on her lips.

Her mouth was doing magic to my cock. I tried to slow her down, to make it last, but to no avail. She wanted my load in her mouth. She got her wish. I spewed my juices into her mouth and then I concentrated on bringing her pleasure. It didn't take long and she arched her back and came! Her sounds were muffled because my cock was still in her mouth.

Della cleaned me up with her mouth and kept at it until I was ready for some other sexual activity. She put herself on her back and said, "My I invite you inside me, my husband?"

"Yes! And, your husband accepts the invitation so agreeably presented."

I pulled her and twisted her until she was on her knees and elbows before me. I knelt and slid my hardness into her from behind.

"Oh God! That really feels good! Do me deep!"

I hit bottom slowly. Not that my dick hit her cervix, but that my pubic bone hit against hers. After they hit I pressed hard. When I drew back Della moaned.

I held her hips and made remarks as I slid in and out of her.

"You are so slippery. I love how slippery you are.

"Push back against me."

As I pushed in she pressed back against me. She moved her legs to open herself wider to me. It wasn't long before I felt my muscles tightening my balls and we drove home thinking about the joy of joining together. I filled her with my load while complementing her on taking all I had to give.

The door downstairs slammed, we knew kids were coming to get us. We covered up. We heard the patter of little feet and the door to Della's bedroom flew open. Mark and Sam walked in, like nothing was unusual about walking into momma's bedroom.

"Daddy!" They said together. I smiled and Sam said, "Momma says it's time for you to get up!"

"Come on! Get up!" Mark said. He grabbed the covers and pulled them away from covering us.

"Momma's in bed nekked with Daddy." Sam said.

"Daddy's nekked too! Mark added.

"Ok, we're getting up! Go tell Sandra we're on our way. Give us twenty minutes and we'll be in her kitchen."

The twin whirlwinds blew out of the bedroom and out the back door. Twenty minutes later we were walking through the back door to Sandra's. Places were set for us at the table. As we sat Sandra said, "I didn't hear any screams last night."  She was smiling and teasing.

Della was quick. "It's hard to scream loud when your mouth is full!"

Everyone laughed. Jim came into the room and had a notebook with him. He sat down and said, "Dad, is this a good time to talk to you?"

"I've heard of that notebook. That is the notebook married men all over the world fear. That is the Honey-Do list, isn't it?"

"Yup! When we got home from camping we started it."

"Ok. Honeymoon's over. Playtime is done! Oh, woe is me." I kept smiling and held out my hand for the book.

As he handed me the book he said, "I want to learn how to do these things too. Someday I'll need to know for my own house."

"If I can do it, you can help. If I can't do it, we'll both learn when someone else does it."

I read through the list and asked Jim for a few sheets of fresh paper. I put the list into priority order. It gave us a chance, as a family, to see how each person looked at the list differently and to work out the differences. It took a while but when we were done Jim took the list and put it on the computer. We got back a list for each house and a master list. We decided to post the lists in each house and post the master list in my room on the back of the door.

After the lists were up Della took Pat to Betty and I went to work. The furnaces in each house needed cleaning and a tune-up before winter. Jim worked with me and we did all three before dark. The furnaces were all the same, making the job easier and meaning the filters were the same too. Jim showed me where the home center was and we bought filters and a shop vac.

When we came upstairs in any house I noticed my wives were working in their offices on their computers. I asked Jim about it and he said all three were web site designers and web masters. Then I knew how they provided for the family. My Navy retirement and disability pay would help, but they were doing just fine without my money. 

Jim needed to take three of the kids to the doctor for their check-up so I took a map of the town and surrounding area and went exploring. I stopped in town and saw a barber shop. I saw one barber and three guys, inside. I walked in.

"Can I get a haircut?"

The guy in the chair said, "Yeah, unless you want a good one."

"The barber said, "Sure. Have a seat. I was about to slit this one's throat. I'll be with you in a minute."

The conversation in the shop was a good way to learn about the town, the people and maybe about my wives. I listened for a while and when it was my turn there were two new guys in the shop, and one guy had left.

"What brings you to our little town?" The barber asked.

"I'm looking for a place to settle down. I retired from the Navy not too long ago and I'm thinking this might just be the right place to settle down."

"Married?"

"Yes. Even have kids."

"The schools round here are pretty good. Football team sucks wind but everyone stills goes to the games." A guy about my age said.

"Bob goes to watch the cheerleaders!" The barber said. I gathered the guy who remarked about the football games was Bob. He blushed.

I found out about which mechanic in town was the best, where to take my wife for dinner, the dances at the Kiwanis on the second Saturday of each month and the best dentist in town.

I asked, "I think I need some help with designing a web site. Is there anyone around town who does that?"

"The sisters. They live up at the top of Madison Street. Three houses all the same color. Got a whole passel of kids, too. Nice women." The barber said.

"Couple of them used to be married, but no more. Jack died in a barn fire. The other one just run off. That was years ago."

"I'm glad to hear that. I married Sandra last week and I wanted to see how they are thought of here in town."

"You married Sandra?" The barber asked.

"Yup. Met her at a conference almost a year ago and I was impressed. The more I found out about her the more impressed I was. So, last week we went down to Pensacola and got married on the base."

They told me about what good kids Krystn and Jim were and how there was never any trouble up on the hill. I paid for my haircut, left a nice tip and thanked all of them for being so friendly. I drove around town a little longer, saw the shop they told me belonged to the best mechanic in town and I stopped in, made an appointment to have my truck serviced and met Mike, the mechanic.

I asked him if he'd keep his eye out for a good older car, for my son. We talked and he said he'd be looking for me. I gave him the phone number at the house and he looked at it and said, "That looks like the number at the sisters."

"It is. I married into the family last week. The car is for Jim, but don't say anything, Ok? If we can find a good car that I can afford I'd like to give it to him for graduation or his birthday."

He thought that we could find one by then. I thanked him and drove home.

When Mark saw my truck he ran to the gate and opened it for me. After I drove in he closed it and ran to my truck.

"You left me here!" He protested.

"I did. Are you glad I came back?"

"Yup!" He ran off. I went into the house. Sandra's house. I was met in the kitchen by Sandra and Pat. Met with kisses. Oh, I love coming home!



Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 04



[This story contains bondage, pain, water, mf and polyamorous adventures. Your comments welcome.]

"How did meeting Betty go, Pat?"

"I like her. There is a small apartment behind the store and I can have it! I need to get a couple things as soon as I can afford it but it is nice already. I start work on Tuesday."

"Since this is Monday, we need to get your stuff into your apartment, don't we?"

"Yes! I was hoping you would take my stuff over in your truck."

"I'd be honored. I'll be the first to see your new place."

"No, Della was first. You'll be the first man."

"Ok. I can live with that. You wanna go now?"

Sandra said, "What things do you want to get for your place?"

"It only has a tiny refrigerator. I want to find a used full sized one so I can have more than one quart of milk in it. I'd like a radio. I'll need to get a broom, cleaning supplies, you know, stuff."

"Nick can stop at the market and you can get all that stuff, as our welcome to town gift."

"Oh, ya'll have done so much already..."

"You're family. Say thank you and stop that other story." I said.

We collected her stuff and loaded it in the truck. When I opened the door to let Pat into the truck Mark climbed in first.

"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?"

"With my Dad!" He was already putting on the middle seat belt. Sandra was standing on the porch and smiled. I let Pat in and then I got in. The three of us went to the dry cleaners. It was a good think Mark went with us as neither Pat or I knew where the market was or the dry cleaners. Pat had been there but hadn't memorized the how to get there.

When we got to the dry cleaners I told Mark to keep his seat belt on. Inside the dry cleaners wasn't safe enough unless I could hold his hand and I needed to help Pat take her stuff inside. He stuck his lip out but he stayed in the truck.

When we got all her stuff into her apartment I looked around. She needed a few other things that she hadn't mentioned. One was a phone.

She closed the door and came to me. Her arms around my neck she kissed me hard and long.

"Nick, Sandra and I talked and I talked with Della this morning. Both of them agree that anytime you and I get together is fine. I want you to have a key to my apartment. I want you to know you are welcome in my apartment and in my body anytime."

"You talked this over with Sandra and Della?"

"Yes! Sandra invited me to consider myself an honorary sister. I already had sex with you and Sandra. Della wants to be invited over to my new home sometime soon. I will invite Margie too."

"No wonder Sandra had the big grin when we were leaving. She knew Mark would hinder the acceptance of your invitation. I accept, but not with Mark along."

"Thank you. I've never known anyone like all of you, or any of you."

We kissed again and I squeezed her ass while we kissed. Then, I got back in the truck with Mark and asked him where the DQ was. Ten minutes later we were eating an ice cream cone. Everyone who came in to the DQ knew Mark and he told each one that I was his Dad.

Sandra was sitting on the porch when we got home. She smiled and came to the truck.

"You took him to the DQ."

"Guilty. Is that bad?"

"I've had five phone calls congratulating me on getting married, on finding a Dad for Mark and telling me how nice you are."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not really. One call was from Bob at the newspaper. He wanted to check on some details for a story that will be in the paper this Wednesday. He wanted to know if the rumor was true that we met at a conference earlier this year, that we got married on the Navy base in Pensacola and that it was me you married and not Della or Margie."

"We made the paper, huh? How do you feel about that?"

"He didn't get all that from Mark. When did you talk with Bob?"

"At the barber shop. I didn't know who he was. It was just a few men in a barbershop, talking."

"He likes you. Told me I did good."

"I think it was me that did good."

"Since the word is out, public you might say, we ought to introduce you to the schools so they know you. Let's do that tomorrow. Before the newspaper comes out. Ok?"

"Sure. What was the conference about, anyway?"

"Web site operations."

"Ok. That makes sense for you. Why was I there?"

"Finding out if that was a business you wanted to get into after leaving the service?"

"Oh, you're good. That's a perfect answer. I can add that I found out the business wasn't for me but that I really liked a web mistress."

"Web master."

"I like web mistress."

"I know you do."

While I reading the newspaper on Wednesday I saw an ad for a warehouse for sale or rent. On the internet I researched properties like it in the area and found out what they sold and rented for. I called and spoke to the owner and made an appointment to see the place. It was six miles from us, at the end of a small road. 

After lunch I jumped in my truck and drove to it. The owner was there and opened it for me. A person door faced the street off a ten car lot. We went inside. To the right of the door was a big bathroom, with two stalls, two sinks and a large shower. At the very back wall from the front door was a double door, big enough for a truck entrance, and it had an overhead rail for a lift, like for lifting engines out of cars or trucks. Out the double door I saw a concrete pad or truck parking place about forty feet square. I asked questions about the zoning, the modifications possible to the building and the traffic patterns in the area.

What I discovered was a problem, not for me and what I wanted, but for the owner. The area was set up so no trucks over 10,000 pounds were allowed. That generally made a warehouse all but unusable since trucks of any real size couldn't get there. I made him an offer on the place and he said he would think about my offer. 

I went home and started calculations. I wanted to fence in the parking pad in the back, at least park of it. I wanted to air condition the entire place and soundproof it as well. I would partition two rooms up near the front, one as an office and one as a bedroom.

My research on the internet told me what I would need for soundproofing. I called a home center in Atlanta and got prices for what I needed. I could do everything except air condition the building for less than $8,000. I called an air conditioning company and found that there was a unit that could be installed between the existing heating unit and the duct system that would adequately cool the place and it would cost me less than $4,000.

My figures told me that for another two thousand I could outfit the inside as I wanted it and my playhouse/business would be ready. I had the money to do it. If the building owner accepted my offer I would have it all and without needing a loan or mortgage at all.

Margie came in to the office where I was working and asked what I was doing. I asked if she had some time to talk. She did. It would be an hour until the kids came home from school. 

"Margie, I'm considering starting a business. Not a big business but one I think will make me a small income over time. It will also answer a problem I have taken on for all of us."

"And...?"

"And, I have the money to get it up and running with your help. I'll need a web site."

"Since web sites are what we do, that shouldn't be a problem. What is the business?"

"I want to open a small dungeon. A place for folk to rent for their bondage fantasies."

"Right here in the conservative south?"

"Yes! No neon signs, no billboards. Some internet ads and reservations made so that the only people who ever enter the business are customers. Anyone else will see a warehouse, if they see it at all."

"We need a family meeting before this goes any farther."

"I can drive all of you out to the warehouse I've found.  It is quite isolated and can be made to order inside quite easily."

"We could go there and scream and no one would hear us?"

"Yes! After I soundproof it you could scream as loud as you would ever want to. It's not far. It took me eleven minutes to get there and I didn't break the speed limits once."

"God! I'm wet with the possibilities!"

"I'd do it just for us, but if I can also make a little money as well..."

"Ok. I want to see the place."

She saw it, as did Sandra and Della. They all liked the idea and the thought that I might just make some money with it too. Two days later the owner and I did paperwork and ten days after that the place was mine. A month later I had the interior soundproofed, the partition walls up and the air conditioning unit installed. I bought a king sized bed and put it in the bedroom, installed drapes on three walls of the bedroom and a sound system for the whole place. In conversation with Sandra I realized that I needed cctv to protect myself from being sued when I opened the business. It took two days to install the system the way I wanted it. I ran plumbing from the bathroom to a double hose bib on the back wall of the warehouse. I wanted to be able to have both hot and cold water available inside the playroom and outside too.

I got calls at my new phone from suppliers that the toys I ordered were ready to be picked up. It took me two days, using the pick up, to transport the toys from Atlanta to the playhouse. I bought the wood I needed and the power tools so I could build other things for the playroom. 

I built a box, in the shape of a human outline, big enough to hold a woman up to five ten or so tall and a little wider than any of my wives. The lid was in sections. One section enclosed the head with an opening for access to the mouth area. The torso section had an access door so I could reach her breasts.  The hip section had access for the pussy. Each leg had a section on pivots so I could open her as wide as I wanted. At the junction it was open so I could access her ass and pussy. I made semi-rigid foam inserts to make sure whoever I put inside fit snugly. I sanded every part until they were all smooth as glass then I finished it all with a glossy urethane finish. I built a table, like a gurney, for the box to sit on. I hung a love swing, with modifications, in the playroom from the engine hoist. I could raise it, lower it and move it outdoors without taking the person out of the swing.

I built a wooden "X" seven feet tall. I made a mounting system that allowed the cross to be tilted from flat to vertical and rotated on its center almost like a propeller. After making sure it was as smooth as glass I added a urethane finish and attachment points for restraints. On the internet I found a company that would make the restraint straps I wanted. Most of the restraints I had ever seen or read about used rope. I wanted a mesh belt with Velcro closures and rings mounted on the belts. The company gave me a good price so I ordered straps in various widths and lengths, all in black.

In Atlanta, I bought sheets, pillows and pillowcases for the bed. High thread count sheets in black, red, white, lavender, pink and dark blue. I also bought a down comforter and three duvet covers.

Everything was ready. I went home and met with my wives. W discussed the web site and decided the name of the site and business should give a clue as to what we were doing but not be blatant. "No Dragons." A take off on the game "Dungeons and Dragons." We bought the domain name and started the web site. Della sent out the announcement that the business was open to every web site within two hundred miles that we thought might be interested.

Sandra asked that she be the first to test run the playhouse. Della asked that she be the one. I decided that the best way to decide would be to draw straws. Sandra won. We decided that she would get dressed up for a night out and away, we would go to dinner and then to the playhouse for the night.

I got dressed for a night out, knowing my uniform for the playhouse was at the playhouse. I met Sandra downstairs. She had on a sweater and skirt, heels and a shawl. Very conservative, and just a hint of sexy.

Dinner was at The Trattitoria. I told her she could have one glass of wine and a light dinner. Two hours later we were in my truck headed for the playhouse. She was excited. She had been inside once, before I bought the place.

We entered into the office and she saw a desk and a painting on the wall behind the desk. The painting was of a castle. On the desk a candelabra with three white candles and an old looking desk pad we all that could be seen. To me, the room looked like part of a movie set for an old Dracula movie.

"This looks spooky." Sandra commented.

I locked the entry door and opened the door into the playroom. I lit the light switch and the lowest level of lighting came on. The room looked like a dungeon, dark, foreboding and just a little scary. Sandra looked at all she could see and said, "If this is supposed to make me a little afraid, it is."

My hand on her elbow guided her to the door to the bathroom. I had her go inside and change out of her street clothes, leave on hose, heels and underwear. I told her she would find a silk robe hanging on the back of the door. As soon as she went inside I went to the bedroom and changed into my uniform: black pants, black t-shirt and nothing else

She came back into the room and looked around. I was standing ten feet from her and all she could see were my arms and face. The darkness swallowed the rest.

"This is going to be a great adventure for both of us." I said. "I'm sure of what I want to do, but not sure how it will be for you. I want you to talk to me a lot. Tell me what you're feeling and how I could make the experience better for you. Ok?"

"I can tell you the place is too spooky for me."

My hand adjusted the lighting up a couple of levels and Sandra could see better. She walked around the playroom, looking at every feature. When she got to the "X" she wanted to know how it worked.

Gently, I removed the robe and positioned her near the "X". There was a small six inch platform on the floor next to the bottom of the "X". I had her stand on that platform and put her butt against the wood. My measurements were good. Standing on the small platform put her hip centered on the center of the "X". I bent to her feet and helped position them against the wood of the "X". With a strap about six inches wide I wrapped and secured her ankles to the "X". I stood and kissed Sandra.

"I'm losing control. I'm getting excited."

We kissed again. On a nearby table I picked up a foot wide belt. I wrapped it around the center of the "X" and Sandra, just under her ribs. The belt was a foot wide for half its length and in two four inch wide strips for the other half. That allowed it to pass around the center pivot in the back.

Sandra knew what I wanted and lifted her arms along the wooden cross members. I used four inch wide straps above her elbow and at her wrists to restrain her arms.

"Are any of the belts too tight?"

"No. I know I can't move but I'm comfortable."

"Not everything is as it seems."

I walked behind the "X" and pumped the hydraulic lift enough to lift the "X" a few inches. Each pump got a response from Sandra.

"I'm being lifted off my feet!"  "What are you doing to me, Nick?" "This feels strange."

"Are you in pain?"

"No. The belt around my middle is tight but not so tight I can't breathe."

I stepped up on the platform and put a blindfold over Sandra's eyes.

"Why the blindfold?"

"To heighten your senses. Tell me what you feel."

My hand touched the wood of the "X" and pushed to the right. The "X" started to slowly rotate.

"I'm turning!" "My head is getting lower and my feet are coming up!"

When she was sideways I stopped her. I lowered her until her face was exactly at the right height to accept my cock in her mouth if I stood on the platform. I opened my pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock, touching it to her lips.

"Open."

She sucked me in and moaned. As she sucked I got harder and I played with her nipples and breasts. They were quite available above her corset. When I was good and hard I pulled back from Sandra and popped out of her mouth.

"What's next?"

I rotated the "X" some more until her head was down. That put her pussy facing up and just about perfectly at the level that would make eating her easy. I used my fingers to touch her intimate parts and to open her lips to deeper exploration.

"Oh, God! In this position that feels incredible! I'm totally at your mercy! You could do anything!"

"Anything? Like suck on your clit?"

Without waiting for an answer I bent to the task and sucked on her clit for a few seconds.

"Yes! You could suck on my clit!"

"Anything? Could I use a dildo on you?"

I lubed a silicone dildo and slowly pushed it into her. When it was six inches in I turned it inside her.

"Oh God! Please don't stop! I'm so turned on!"

"Anything? Could I rotate you and fuck you at the same time?"

My free hand pushed the "X" and turned her until she was head up. 

"All the way around, my Sweet?"

"Yes!"

Once around clockwise while I twisted the dildo in her cunt. Then once around counter-clockwise. She made noises as she turned but most of it was just that, noise. Not words. When I stopped she was panting and I felt her juices running down the dildo and onto my hand. I pulled the dildo out and put it in a basin of soapy water I had prepared hours earlier.

"Are you close?"

"Yes! I think! Maybe!"

"I apologize for having almost completely ignored your breasts. I need to think of something that will add to your stimulation. Let me think." My hand pulled the blindfold off her. I turned and went to the toy cabinet against the wall. I knew exactly what I wanted and stood touching things with my back to Sandra. I knew she wanted to know what would be next. 

When I turned back I had a smooth line nine inches long, with a clip at each end, in my hand. In my other hand a lead weight on a swivel and a hook. Not a sharp hook but a hook to lay over the line and allow the weight to slide along between her breasts as she rotated on the "X".

Sandra watched closely as I attached the clips to her nipples. I took my time. I grabbed each nipple and distended it a few times pulling and slightly twisting before attaching the rubber covered clip. She moaned when I let go of the clip. The distance between her nipples when she was upright was just a bit farther than the nine inches between the ends of the clip to clip line. 

With both clips attached her nipples were pulled towards each other, just a little.

"Let's see how that feels."

I pushed the "X" slowly around once.

As it turned Sandra talked. 

"I can feel gravity pulling my breasts to the down side. That pulls on the upper nipple more. Oh, I can feel it in my pussy, too!"

"My nipples are so sensitive! You want to make me crazy!"

When she was upright again I clipped the weight on the line. She moaned when she felt the pull. Both nipples distended a little more. I rocked the "X" back and forth, swinging the lead weight and shifting the pull between her nipples, without ever stopping the pull on either.

As Sandra closed her eyes to focus on the sensations in her breasts I picked up a vibrator and inserted it in her pussy. Sandra's eyes opened wide and she said, "God! I'm gonna cum!"

I stopped everything. I pulled the vibe out of her. I lifted the weight off the line.

"Nick! I'm close!"

"I know. I want you to wait a little while. Tell me, Sweetheart, how many times have you cum in twelve hours?"

"I don't know. Lots of little cums."

"I want you to cum hard, screaming hard, at least five times before morning. Will you do that for me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"None."

"Would you say the "X" is a success?"

"Yes! I love what you can do to me with it. I'm not in pain and I'm helpless."




Leaving the Navy (bdsm) Ch. 04



"There's more."

Using the controls behind the "X" I tilted it until it was flat and played with her as she turned, flat on her back. After a few minutes I tilted her back to almost vertical.

"Would you like to cum?"

"Yes, Nick!"

I removed the belts from her arms and waist. The "X" tilted and she bent forward from the waist. I unlaced the corset and removed it. I massaged her skin and then reapplied the belly belt and secured her arms. I took the belts from her legs and she hung from the middle. I pulled her shoes and hose off, leaving her nude. 

Using a belt wrapped around her ankle I strapped her foot up against her ass. I put a bar between her knees to hold her legs apart at the knees, opening her pussy up. On a thought I tilted her back and slid the ankles up tighter against her ass. When I tilted her up again her feet held lots more of her weight.

"Do you want to watch what's next?"

"I don't know."

"Then you will watch."

I turned the lights brighter by a level. I went to the mixing valve and adjusted the temperature of water flowing from the white hose onto the floor. The hose, at the end, was split into three shorter hoses with small focused streams coming out. I had made an adjustable frame for the hose ends so they could be set to spray a stream just where I wanted each stream to go.

I set the first stream to hit Sandra directly on her right nipple. The second hit her left. As soon as it was set I draped a cloth over the nozzle end so the stream stopped hitting her. The third stream hit her open pussy. When all were set I pulled the cloths off and three streams hit her on her most sensitive areas.

"Nick! Oh God! I'll cum so soon! I can't get away!"

Standing back by the hose I dropped my hand through the streams, breaking the streams and causing the water to hit her differently. One of the clips popped off her nipple and I pulled the other one off. She screamed as the water hit her.

"Cum for me Sandra! Cum for me!"

She screamed and moaned for a long time. Her body shook and she thrashed for the half an inch she was able.

"Stop! Oh Nick, please stop it! It's too much!"

"Cum one more time and I'll stop."

I waited less than a minute and she screamed louder and pulled hard against the restraints. I shut the water off. I got a towel and dried her. By the time I had her dry she could talk again. 

"I saw stars! I felt the stars too! I've never cum like that."

"We aren't done."

"I think I'm done."

"In this playhouse, tonight, it isn't your thinking that is in charge."

Over the next few minutes I helped her off the "X". I guided her over to a chair and she sat. She didn't realize until she sat that the chair was what was next. She sat into the sex swing.

Her legs fit into slings and were restrained by more belts. Her arms were held out of my way with four other belts. Her pussy and ass were held wide open for my pleasure. I rolled a table over with toys and things on it.

Sandra's head was resting in a cradle. Using a control I tilted her back so I could stand at her head and feed her my cock again. When she was at the desired height I stepped over her head and faced her body with my cock in her mouth.

"I want you to get me to cum, Sandra. I want to fill your mouth with my stuff. Drink me, Honey. Suck me dry!"

She couldn't use her hands, just her mouth. She sucked hard and soft, used her tongue and even nibbled on the skin of my shaft. When I got close I slapped her breasts. She screamed and did not stop sucking me. I leaned forward and slapped her pussy. Her body began to shake. I pulled back out and asked, "Will you cum for me?"

"Yes! Give me your cock! I want it all!"

I gave her all of it and even though she gagged a few times she wanted it all. I reached her pussy and slapped it as fast and often as I could. I felt my balls tighten up and I knew she felt them tighten up. She began to quiver, then shake and I said, "Suck me, Honey! Here it is!"

Pulse after pulse of my juice shot into her mouth. She kept sucking and got it all. I stuck my fingers into her slit and pressed on her clit as she came seconds later.

A few minutes later when we both were calmer I helped her out of the swing and helped her stand.

"Nick, I hope you can drive. I can barely walk."

"I could drive, but we're not going anywhere."

Gently I guided her to the bedroom door. We entered and she saw the bed with black sheets and a white duvet. I helped her into the bed and got in beside her. She was asleep in seconds.

When she woke up we joined slowly and carefully, with a thousand kisses and tender words. She was a little tender, but said it was a very good tender. We went home. The kids that went to school were gone. Della saw us first and came out to greet us. She ignored me.

"Sandra, what did this man do to you last night?" Her hands were on her hips. An almost smirk on her face and just a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Every woman should have a night like that. Della, one day I'm taking you there myself and we will play, but first you need to go with our husband! He's good!"

"Ok. I was a little worried."

"She was a little worried too. Would you go back when I invite you?"

"Yes! In a heartbeat! That was a night to remember!"

"Ok. Margie is next! Then me."

We went inside and talked over breakfast. Sandra had lots to say about how much to charge for time in the playhouse. We settled on a price structure for the first month and put a notice on the web site that the opening special prices were only good until the end of November.

Three hours later I got a call from Atlanta. A couple wanted to book a session. Seven in the evening until nine the next morning. After the check on them, we set a date and the business was officially doing business. I realized that after the twentieth customer I would have the business paid off. Even if I was only open for business Friday night, Saturday night and Sunday night that meant I would be in the black after three months!

Margie pointed out that I only had one customer and not twenty. I believed I would have lots more customers.

Three days later Margie and I waved to Sandra, Pat and Della as we left for our night out. As we left I kept thinking about the fact that we had to go out on Thursday night because every Friday, Saturday and Sunday night for the next six weeks was booked. That is a whole other story.



Leaving the Navy Ch. 02



[This chapter continues the story of Nick joining his new family. Welcome to the honeymoon. There is oral, coitus and a little anal play in this chapter. MF & FMF]

Sandra drove us home. She drove because I had never been there. We had been married all of five days and they had been spent in Pensacola Florida. Sandra had a cousin who lived in Pensacola and she hadn't seen her cousin in fifteen years, so that's where we went to get married and visit Carol.

We got married on Monday. The Chaplin on the Navy base did the honors for us and the Navy supplied a few witnesses for us. Afterwards we had a nice meal in the enlisted club on the base. Being retired military does have some perks. We stayed in a hotel near the water Monday night and ate our first married supper together in a really nice sea food restaurant. I bought Sandra a dress and shoes for the ceremony and bought myself a nice almost-dressed-up outfit as well. Sandra picked out both sets of clothes.

From the campground, where we left Sandra's sisters and kids, to Pensacola we talked. I had lots of questions about what I had chosen and how I would fit in.

We both knew that when we got home the discussions would need to happen again. Sandra kept looking at am and asking, "Are you sure about this?"

Finally, I stopped her and said, "If you keep asking if I'm sure, I won't be. The little bit of time I've spent with all of you has me convinced I am doing the right thing. For some reason I find it easy to love all of you. Easy to be with you, your sisters, Mark, Jim, Krystn and all the other kids. The fact that you opened up to me says something to me that is pretty powerful. You've all been burned before. The old saying is often true, once burned twice shy."

She moved in close, kissed me and the question stopped being asked.

The day after we got married I met her cousin Carol and Carol's husband Mike. Sandra had called Carol as we drove to Pensacola so our arrival was anticipated. Mike took me aside and asked if I knew about the family, or was I thinking I could take Sandra away from her sisters. I let him know that I planned to live in the middle house between the sisters and help raise the kids. He shook his head and said, "I couldn't do it, but if you're willing, more power to ya."

They took us out to a nice dinner and we went back to our hotel for another night of fun.

Sandra was fun in our room. She walked in, looked around and started undressing. When she was nude she turned on the TV, found the cable channels for music and picked the one that played soft, slow music we could dance to. She helped me undress and we danced. The room was a little crowded for dancing but we managed. I loved the feel of her breasts pressed high on my chest, the warmth of her skin against mine and the frequency that her lips found mine as we danced. At the end of a song she broke away from me and dialed room service. She ordered a pitcher of iced tea and some cookies.

"When the knock comes, are you answering the door?" I asked.

"Sure. Whoever the delivery comes from can have a cheap thrill! I just hope they don't drop the iced tea."

We danced another entire tune before the knock came. She let go of me and asked, "Who is it?"

A young male voice said, "Room service."

She unlocked the door and slowly opened it. She looked around the door and asked, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Ok." With that she opened the door and took the tray from the shocked young man. She brought it in and put it on the bed. She went back to the young man, signed for the food and kissed him on the cheek. 

"Thank you very much!" They both said, then laughed. As she closed the door his face was bright red.

"That story will last years in his life." I said.

"Probably. Young guys should have sexy experiences to open up their lives."

"What about older guys like me?"

"What kind of sexy experience would you like to have?"

"Oh, now let me think. How about the experience of loving you again?"

"I like how that sounds."

I moved the iced tea and cookies to the table and put Sandra on the bed. We had joined before but every time was still an exploration of what we both liked and what lit our fires in different ways.

I got a little bottle of lotion from the bathroom and spread it on her back and ass. For the next half an hour I massaged her back, ass and legs. When I approached her pussy as I worked her legs, she spread them a little. I took that as an invitation and touched her pussy a little with every opportunity.

When my hands worked up her back towards her shoulders I straddled her upper thighs, resting my cock between her legs and touching her pussy. She moaned as I pressed down on her back with my hands and massaged the lotion into her skin.

Sandra's skin was nearly without blemish or mole. She was well muscled and while not thin she wasn't carrying around much excess either. All in all she was a very healthy woman. Until we filled out the papers for marriage I didn't know how old she was. She was thirty-eight. Two years younger than me.

I rolled her over and started work on her chest. Starting at her shoulders I worked the lotion into her skin along her shoulders, down both sides and onto her belly. Not at all flabby I could feel the strength and vitality of her stomach muscles. My hands spread lotion onto her breasts and I spent lots of time making sure they were well cared for. She kept her eyes closed for most of the massage but when my hands held her breasts she opened her eyes and watched.

"Nick, I love having my breasts mauled. Squeeze them hard. Pull on them. Twist them. Pull on my nipples! Hard enough that you think it will hurt me. I will love it! All the better if you do it while you are inside me."

She opened her legs and I moved to enter her. She guided my bare cock into her. From the time we left the campground she told me we didn't need condoms anymore. None of the three sisters could get pregnant again so the condoms had been about protection from STD's. I loved how her insides felt as I slid into her. With some women the feeling is that they are wet. Sandra was slippery, hot and slippery.

As I slid in and back out of her I held her tits. I squeezed and she smiled.

"Squeeze tighter."

I encircled her right breast with both hands, right where her tit met her chest, and squeezed. The breast tightened at started looking swollen. I pumped into her and she moaned. I held on and saw her nipple swell and look inviting. I bent to it and sucked hard on the nipple without letting go with my hands. She moaned loudly and held my head to her breast with her hands.

"Oh Nick! That's what I'm talking about! Suck me!"

I did. My cock pistoned in and out as I sucked her tit. I was also pushing down on her chest, using my hands to support my upper body.  We thrashed around like that for long minutes until she started shaking and saying, "Here I cum! Pound into my pussy, Nick! Suck me!"

I felt my own juices pulse into her as she screamed and arched her back. It was wonderful. I let go of her tit and she moaned again. She rolled me onto my back and kept me inside her. We kissed a hundred times and then I fell asleep. When I started to wake up I heard her soft voice. She was talking to her sisters on the phone.

"We did good. He's so good to me. Yes! He's been asking lots of questions about his role in the family and how to be good for the kids. He really likes Jim and Krystn and wants them to do well." She paused and then I heard, "I love what he does to my body! Just a while ago he gave me a massage! When he does you, you will melt!" She paused again. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just run away and never being him home."

I could hear the laughter from the phone even though Sandra was holding it.

"I think he's waking up. I'll call you again before we head home." I heard the phone go down.



"What would you like to do with the rest of our honeymoon?" I asked as we ate breakfast.

"Have sex in places I've never had sex! Having sex when there aren't any kids around is so much fun!"

"Because you can be loud?"

"And, I'm not listening for a sick one, a whiney one, a snoopy one."

"Ok, that gets factored into my new project too. Play time without children nearby."

"What project?"

"Each of you needs some adult time, away from computers and kids and housework. I think I can figure out a way for us to get that for each of you. Listening to you and being with you I get how important that can be, to your sense of well being and it can be the thing that helps keep us all sane."

"Think you can arrange that?"

"Maybe not as often as you three would like, but yes."

"Wow! Being married to you could have some really unexpected benefits."

"Yeah, like sore breasts and other body parts."

"Asses."

"Asses?"

"Will you have our asses?"

"Would you like that?"

"Years ago, when I was married for a minute and a half, my husband introduced me to it. The first three times I wanted to kill him, it hurt sooooo badly. Then I got him to use a lot of lube and start slow. I loved it! After he was gone Margie used a dildo on my ass and then I returned the favor. I lubed her up well and went slowly. Later we both did Della. That's something we do fairly often."

"Ok. I would like to continue that practice. Not the dildo, the having fun with your asses."

"Wait til we get home and I tell them what you like!"

"You aren't going to call home every time I fall asleep?"

"I've only called twice!"

I smiled. I had only known of once.

"If I fall asleep are you going to call?"

"No. I'll wait and send you to the store." We laughed and I handed her the phone.

"Really?"

"Sweetheart, I'm married to all of you. No secrets. While you're on the phone tell them we are heading for home in the morning and will arrive at lunchtime Friday."

She called. I showered and shaved. As long as I had the razor in my hand I went to Sandra and shaved her while she talked to Margie. When I got to the tongue test for hairs I hadn't seen she said, "Margie, do you know what our wonderful husband is doing? He's shaved my pussy and now is licking me to make sure he got every tiny hair."

There was a short pause at our end.

"Nick, Margie said they went to Costco yesterday and just happened to buy forty-eight razors!"

"Good! That ought to last a couple weeks anyway. Sandra, do you want me to wait or can I eat you now?"

She smiled and held the phone out in my direction. "Ask me again," she said.

"Sandra, do you want me to wait or can I eat you now?" She put the phone back to her ear and said, "Eat me now, Nick. Margie, I need to hang up now. I'm busy."

She hung up the phone then she opened herself wider to me. I only touched her with my tongue. Wide strokes with my tongue and then pointed flicks on her clit. I slowly licked her back to another orgasm and just as she was close I lubed my finger in her juices and when she screamed I shoved it in her ass.

"Yes! You did it again! Yes!"

Long after she calmed down I kept my finger buried in her ass. When she looked at me I moved it around and she moaned. I pulled out and went into the bathroom. I washed my hands with soap and came back to bed.

"I may not be able to walk well for a couple days."

"Is that a complaint?"

"No. I'm bragging."

We listened to the TV music channel for a while and then dressed for dinner. When we arrived at the restaurant we saw a man yelling at his wife just outside. He drew back his arm, made a fist and she cringed. I stepped forward and grabbed his fist. He turned and said, "Let me go!"

"So you can hit her?"

"Yes! She's my wife!"

"Would you use your fist on your mother?" I asked. I still held his fist in my hand.

"If she disrespected me!"

"I'm going to let go of your hand. If you hit her I'm going to put you in the hospital. There is only one reason to hit a woman. You need to be so stupid you can't solve problems any other way." I let his hand go.

"How do you feel about a man hitting another man?" His eyes were dilated, he was up on the balls of his feet. He was going to hit me.  "He'd better make the first hit really count."

The swing came from ten miles away. He expected me to stand still and get hit! I grabbed the extended arm and pulled him forward, slamming his collarbone into a lamp post. We all heard the bone snap.

He screamed in pain and sat down on the ground. His right arm was useless. Sandra had already moved to his wife. I turned to her and noticed some aging bruises.

"Do you have kids with him?"

"No."

"Do you have family you can go to?"

"Yes, my mom lives up by Atlanta. I can go there."

Sandra asked, "Were you on your way in or out of the restaurant?"

"In. Is he going to be alright?"

"Someday. He needs to go to the hospital and have his collarbone set. He won't be able to use that arm for a few weeks, but that will give him time to think. Let's go inside. I'll call an ambulance for him and we'll buy you dinner."

I didn't wait for an answer. We surrounded her and walked her inside. The person at the reservations desk said, "I saw what happened and called an ambulance. Your table is waiting." She led us to a very nice table and when she left us the waiter served the menus.

Our guest looked over the menu and softly said, "This is too pricey for me."

"You aren't paying." Sandra said. "Just pick something you would like. We can afford it."

The waiter came back, told us the specials and I saw our guest's eyes flare when he mentioned the almond crusted halibut. I winked at Sandra and said to the waiter, "I think we should try the almond crusted halibut. Would you like that Sandra?" She nodded. "Dear lady?" She smiled and nodded. He asked if we wanted Caesar salad or baby greens. "Caesar," I answered.

After he left I looked at our guest and said, "I hope you don't mind my ordering for you. You've had enough traumas for today and ordering could just add confusion."

"I love halibut. Thank you."

We found out they had been married a year. He had lost his job three months before and she was supporting them working in a dry cleaners. He had become more and more violent since he lost his job. Today was her payday and he demanded she take them out for dinner. She had reminded him that if they ate here it would mean they didn't have enough for the rent. That's when we arrived.

"Nick, can I borrow the cell phone?" Sandra held out her hand.

"Sure, Honey." I handed it to her. 

"Margie, Sandra. Would you call Betty and ask her if she still wants someone at her dry cleaners?" Call me right back on Nick's cell. I'll explain."

Our salads came and we started eating. The cell rang and Sandra answered. She thanked Margie and hung up.

"If you want it, we have a job for you in the dry cleaners in our town. You'll be three hundred miles from his abuse and you'll have a fresh start."

"Why are you doing this for me?" 

"Because everyone deserves a good life." I said.

"How will I get there?"

"We leave in the morning. I have a pick up and we can put your stuff in the back."

Dinner came and went. She savored every bite, beginning to feel the freedom we offered. After we finished the meal, and had answered the first dozen questions about home, we discovered the bill wasn't coming. The manager had comped the meal because we had kept the angry man outside.

We drove Pat home and Sandra helped her pack. An hour later the phone rang and Pat answered. We heard half the conversation.

"No, I won't come get you." "No, I won't be here when you get here. I'm leaving you. The next time you hear from me it will be when you're served divorce papers." "Yes, I'm serious." "I know you won't hit me, ever again. Because, I won't be here for you to hit!" "Good bye, Carl." She hung up. I reached over and took the phone off the hook. Ten minutes more and we were out the door.

As we got in the truck Pat said, "Wait! You said you were leaving in the morning. Where will I stay tonight? Shouldn't I stay here?"

"If Carl gets home later tonight, do you want to be here?"

"No."

"Then you'll stay with us. There are two big beds in the room. You can have the one we haven't messed up." Sandra said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Now, relax. You're with friends."

She was sitting between us and during the drive to our hotel she did not relax.

I parked the truck in valet parking so it would be inside a parking structure and out of sight. Pat wanted to get some things and we helped her find them in the back of the truck. 

We walked in and to our room. Pat walked like a woman who had had the self-esteem punched out of her. Sandra put her arm around her shoulders and she flinched. Sandra left it there and spoke softly to her all the way to the room. I opened the door. Sandra turned to me and said, "Go to housekeeping and get shampoo, soap and two bottles of lotion, would you Honey?"

"I'll be right back."

I went to the front desk. I spoke to the manager and told her most of the story.

"I need extra lotion, shampoo, soap and towels. If you need to add a charge to our room, it's Ok."

She smiled and went into the office behind the front desk. When she returned she gave me a bag with extra soaps, shampoos, lotions and conditioners in it.

"By the time you get to your room someone will be there with extra towels. Thank you, for being the kind of couple who would help."

I smiled, said thanks and went back to our room. Standing in the hallway with a stack of towels was a young man. It was the same young man who had delivered the iced tea. I took the towels and gave him a buck. 

"Sorry for the poor tip. If you'd like I'll take my clothes of and let you look, but I don't really think that's what you want."

He hurried down the hall, saying, "No, this is fine. Have a good evening."

I opened the door and heard water running in the bathroom. I knocked and said I was back. Sandra came out and took the supplies. She was nude and wet. 

"Getting clean is good therapy." She said as she ducked back inside. I turned on the TV and watched part of a movie I had seen while I was in the Navy hospital. The movie was almost over when they came out of the bathroom. Sandra opened the extra bed and helped Pat into it. She was wearing one of my t-shirts. It hit her a couple inches below her pussy.  Sandra was also wearing one. It hit her at the bottom edge of her pussy.

"The bathroom is all yours, Honey."

I went in and did my nightly routine. As I turned to leave I realized I was nude. I sleep nude unless I'm sleeping in the back of my truck. I opened the door a little and said, "Pat, would you please close your eyes?"

"Sure!" Sandra answered. I opened the door and stepped out. Sandra was sitting on the bed, nude, with her legs crossed. Pat was in her bed, still wearing my t-shirt. Both were looking right at me.

Realizing it was too late to cover up I just walked to my bed and pulled the covers back.

Pat spoke. "Sandra told me you two are on your honeymoon. I'll turn towards the wall and I promise not to look. I know you were both counting on having sex."

Sandra moved to me and kissed me. My cock immediately leaped up. She broke the kiss and pulled me onto the bed.

I shut off the room lights and let her pull me into an embrace. I glanced over and Pat was facing the far wall. I returned Sandra's kiss. Soon, I had forgotten we weren't alone. Sandra sucked me, and pinched my nipples. I moved to her breasts and they were extra sensitive so when I sucked it didn't take much and she was thrashing around and urging me on.

On our sides we 69ed for a while and Sandra came, her scream muffled by having my cock in her mouth. I moved into position to participate in the missionary prayer of Thanksgiving and Sandra said, "Stuff me full, please."




Leaving the Navy Ch. 02



I slid into her slippery places and as I pulled back the first time Sandra said, "You can watch if you want to, Pat. I think if you will, it will just turn us on more."

I didn't look. I looked at my cock sliding in and out of Sandra coated with our juices.

"You are my hero, Nick!" Her legs wrapped around me pulling me into her.

"I love how you take care of me." She pinched my nipples.

"I want you to fill me up! Love me!"

I had my hands by her shoulders, supporting my upper body. She grabbed my wrists and moved my hands to her tits. I squeezed and she arched her back and groaned.

I heard a sound to my left and looked. Pat was sitting on the bed nude with both hands at her pussy, her eyes were on us, glazed in lust. When I looked she said, "Fuck her good! Show her you love her!"

Sandra looked at Pat and said, "Kiss me. Be my sister. Kiss me."

Pat moved to our bed and kissed Sandra. Sandra knew how to make love to a woman and she drew Pat in and loved her. I pounded away at Sandra. As they kissed I saw Sandra's hand find mine and move it to Pat's ass.

Pat reached back and moved my hand to her pussy. I probed and caressed her as I continued to plunge into Sandra. I was getting closer and closer to losing control. My balls had already pulled up so high I had a lump in my throat.

"I'm going to cum!" I said. As I said it I shoved my thumb into Pat's pussy and used my knuckle against her clit. She shuddered and arched. She came! I lost my load and slammed into Sandra pushing my doomed swimmers into the dead end of their lives. Sandra arched her back, pulled Pat's breast into her mouth and screamed.

Pat collapsed! I pulled back and out of Sandra and plopped beside her.

We hadn't even been married a week and already there was another woman in our bed! Life is good!



Leaving the Navy Ch. 03



[The sex in this story is MF, FF and FMF. No anal. The story is about having a polyamorous family work for every participant. Your comments are welcome.] 

When I woke up it was morning. Two women were sucking and kissing my cock. One of them was my new wife. The other was a damsel in distress from the night before. I turned them so I could reach their pussies and my fingers explored their slippery portions.

Sandra rolled a condom onto me and helped Pat assume the cowgirl position above me. I watched as she sank down, invaginating me. She felt really good. She rode me hard. Twice she called me Carl and three times she called me Nick. When she came I was Nick. When I came she used her muscles to milk me. 

As she pulled off me Sandra peeled off the condom and drank the contents. Pat bent and cleaned my cock with her mouth.

"Good Morning, Honey." Sandra said.

"Good morning, ladies. I like how the alarm clock works in this room. It isn't too noisy but I sure woke up happy."

Pat said, "So did we!"

"Shower anyone?"

They pulled me out of the bed, turned on the water and the three of us somehow got clean. We got dry and dressed. We packed our stuff and headed out for our traveling day. In the lobby, I walked to the desk. I handed the woman the room keys and asked if she would give a message to the manager named Bonny. She pressed a button and ten seconds later Bonny came out of the back office.

"I wanted to thank you for your kindness last evening and to settle up my bill."

"There is no bill to settle. Once, ten years ago I was ending a bad marriage from a hospital bed. I wished then someone had been there to help me. I wasn't there to help her (she pointed at Pat), but I can honor her heros by paying your bill. It's already done." She shook my hand, waved at Sandra and Pat waiting by the door and was gone.

We walked to the truck and got in. Pat navigated us to I-65 north and we were off. We stopped in Montgomery for lunch and ate at a Cracker Barrel. Every time I eat at a Cracker Barrel I feel badly for all the places that don't have a nearby Cracker Barrel. While we started the trip north from Montgomery Sandra used the cell phone again.

"Margie, it's us. We just left Montgomery. We have Pat with us and all her stuff. Can you find her a place to live near the dry cleaners? She doesn't have a car. I'll ask." She held the phone and asked, "Pat, will you stay with us a few days until we can find you a place?"

Pat nodded and teared up. "She'll stay. Yes, in Krystn's room. No, Krystn doesn't need to move. Pat will share. What's for dinner? What? I'll tell him. See you soon. Bye." She disconnected.

"Tell him what?" I asked.

"Mark has asked every one, every day, since we left where his Dad is."

"God! Having a Dad must be important to the little guy."

"Either that or perhaps it is you he misses."

"Who is Mark?" Pat asked.

For the next hundred miles Sandra explained our family to Pat. She included that we had been married for five days and known each other for seven. She included that the three sisters all considered themselves married to me, not just Sandra. She took all of it in quite well. She didn't try to jump from the truck once.

When we made a pit stop I wondered if she would run away, but she came back. They came back to the truck together. I knew we would be home by the time we needed to stop again so I handed the keys to Sandra. She put her arms around my neck and pressed the rest of herself against me. We kissed for about a week, or maybe a minute. It was very good. My knees were weak when the kiss ended.  I walked around and opened the door for Pat. She pressed herself against me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a little different from Sandra's kiss but every bit as intentional. I was hard when we got in the truck. Pat sat in the middle.

A few miles down the road Sandra asked, "Pat, why did you kiss Nick that way?"

"He saved my life. He helped me think maybe I am worth it! He and you are giving me a new life. That kiss was just part of how I want to say thank you."

Sandra pulled off at the next rest stop. She stopped the truck and got out. She reached for Pat's hand and helped her slide over and out. 

"If you don't mind, I'd like a kiss, too."

Pat's arms went around Sandra's neck, her body molded itself to Sandra's and they kissed. Hell, it was so hot I got hard and I was four feet from them. When it ended Sandra said, "Great! Now I get to drive the rest of the way home soaked! Serves me right!"

As they climbed back in laughing, I said, "If you park over there I'll take you both in the back and dry you with my tongue."

"That will NOT get us dry!" They both said, laughing. We got back on the highway.

An hour later Sandra got off the highway and headed through town. North of town, on a hill, there were three houses sitting almost by themselves. One four foot chain link fence enclosed all three yards. Jim was standing by the middle gate, holding it open. He smiled and waved as we pulled in. He closed the gate behind us.

We got out and were mobbed by short people, and Jim. Mark crawled up my leg and I lifted him the rest of the way. "You're my Dad!" He said. I nodded. "And you aren't posta go away without me!"

"I'm back! Are you glad I'm back?"

"Yup!" He wiggled and was gone. Jim looked at me and said, "I missed you too." He waited and added, "Dad."

I felt tears well up. Pat touched my arm. I turned and said, "Pat this is Jim, our son. Mark was the one who just took off."

The little girl on front of Pat said, "I'm Sam. My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam. Glad to meet you Pat." As soon as they shook hands Sam took off. By then Margie and Della were outside headed our way.

"We were headed inside." Sandra said.

"We couldn't wait ten more seconds. They met Pat and gave her a hug and turned to me. My socks melted when Margie kissed me. Lordy, she was glad to see me! Della was more restrained. She pushed Margie out of the way and did her best to get inside my clothes with me. It was good to be home.

Della took my arm and guided me into our house. The table was set for everyone and dinner smelled really good. Krystn came out of the kitchen and kissed Sandra and then me. She kissed me and said, "Welcome home, Daddy."

We unloaded the truck. We took Pat's stuff to Krystn's room. Sandra and Della took Sandra's suitcases and I pulled mine out of the truck. I followed Sandra and Della. When we got inside the house and towards the back of the ground floor Della said, "Nick your stuff goes in there." She pointed to a door. I opened it and it was an office with a big walk in closet. There was no bed. A man married to three women really doesn't need a bed. I hung clothes in the closet and stashed things in the chest of drawers. The dirty laundry I left in the suitcase.

Sandra came in to see what I was doing. We stood in the closet and kissed. When we pulled back a little I saw she was teary.

"Why the tears?"

"It's real. I'm married again and to someone who loves us!" We kissed again.

"And, don't you forget it!" We kissed again.

Sam darted into the room and yelled, "Mommy's kissing Daddy in the closet!" She ran out just as fast. We laughed and heard others laugh. Sandra showed me the bedroom. I had thought it might be one of those super frilly, pink everything bedrooms. It wasn't. The bed was a rustic four poster with massive posts made of rough hewn logs. A mostly green quilt covered the bed. The room was carpeted in chocolate brown. The walls were a complimentary green and the curtains were white eyelet. Country, but not frilly. It felt good.

"As soon as we can, I invite you to stay here with me."

I looked at her and then understood. Margie and Della wanted some time, too. I nodded and kissed her again.

I heard a dinner bell ring. A triangle, like the one my mom used when I was kid. I could hear it all over the neighborhood. Three minutes after it rang the family was all seated at the table. I was a little uncomfortable when I noticed that my place was at the head of the table. The little guys asked questions of us about getting married and about where we went. Mark wanted to know if I was going away again. I promised I was going to live right there a long time.

Sam was sitting next to Pat. She looked at her a lot during dinner and finally asked, "Are you Daddy's sister?"

"No. We met in Pensacola a couple days ago."

Sam ate a bit more of her dinner and then asked, "Are you going to be my Momma too?"

"I think you have enough Mommas."

"We could let you be one too."

"That would be nice, but for now I need to get a job and an apartment."

"Ok. You can come back and be my Mom later."

She smiled at Pat and resumed eating. I smiled. These kids had open hearts. They let me right in. They let Pat in too.

After dinner I got the three house tour. Pat followed along. Sandra guided the tour of the middle house. I saw the three kid's bedrooms and her office, the well appointed kitchen and the living-family room. All the chairs and couches were built to last. The colors and fabrics were more durable than fashionable. It was comfortable and warm.

Next we went to Della's home. The colors were natural autumn colors. Her bedroom was inviting and not frilly. On the bed I saw a silver teddi. The cover of the bed was a quilt of rust, burnt orange and browns. The walls were light brown.

There were two kid's rooms and an office. A smaller kitchen and two bathrooms. Sandra's home had three. The house had rust colors, browns and deep greens. Hardwood floors and country curtains.

We made the trek from Della's to Margie's without walking back through Sandra's. Margie's house was two story too and from the outside looked a lot like Della's. All three were the same colors outside. A dusty forest green with white trim. Inside Margie's house I started to laugh. There were signs on everything! Every chair had a sign on it that said, "Chair." Every window had a sign on it that said, "Window." There were signs everywhere! I looked at Margie and said, "I love this! You are teaching them to read!"

Margie glowed as she led the tour. When we finished the living room and kitchen Sam took over. We got near the door with a sign on it that said, "Sam's Room" and she said, "This is my room." She opened the door and showed us all the signs inside and showed us all her things. I was impressed and said so. Sam beamed. She led us to the other bedroom and when we got to Margie's bedroom she said, "Momma has been working in here so that Daddy will like sleeping in here." 

She opened the door and I thought I could tell that Margie was the most frilly of the three. The dust ruffle around the bottom of her bed was white eyelet and looked like an old fashioned multi-layered petticoat. The curtains were eyelet, but had more ruffle than either Sandra or Della used.

"Did you guys make the curtains and dust ruffles?" I asked.

"Yes, and the quilts." Margie said.

"They are beautiful! You should all be proud of your homes."

"Not too feminine?" Margie asked.

"I'll just bring in a bucket of dirt to make the place look a bit more manly!"

Margie started to raise her hand and I added, "I wouldn't want to change anything about how any of the houses look. That may change after I've been here a while but please remember, I've lived on a Navy base or on a ship for twenty years. This is wonderful."

We went back to Sandra's and sat in the living/family room. The little guys played all over the house. Jim came out of his room and said, "I'd like to go into town for an hour or so. Would that be Ok?"

"Be back before ten?" Sandra asked.

"Sure."

Sandra nodded and he went out the back door. I asked how he would get to town.

"He rides his bike."

Time was spent telling me about Jim's activities and the rules for him. There weren't many rules. He was seventeen and they treated him more as an adult than a kid.

Della told Pat that she would take her to meet her new boss the next day. She told about Betty, the owner and manager of the dry cleaners. Suddenly, Pat put her hand to her mouth and gasped.

"Pat, what's wrong?" Della asked.

"Carl has probably called my mom and she'll be frantic! I need to call her."

Sam ran from the room and came back with a cordless phone. She handed it to Pat, looked at Sandra and said, "It's Ok if she calls her momma, isn't it, momma?"

Sandra nodded and Pat dialed. As she dialed Della said, "If you want some privacy you can use any other room in the house."

"Momma?" "Yes! I left him. Yes, permanently." "I'm with friends near Atlanta." "I have a job and I'm looking for an apartment." "Momma, I'm fine."

She held the phone away from her ear and said, "She wants a number where she can reach me."

"Give her my cell number. Even if Carl gets it, it won't tell him where you are." I said. Pat nodded and we gave Momma the number.

Pat listened on the phone for a long time. The longer she listened the more emotional she became. Finally, I got up and went to the couch where she was sitting and helped her stand. I sat and folded her into my lap. She kept listening and cried onto my chest.

"Yes, momma, I'm still here." "Yes, momma, I've learned a lesson."

I gently took the phone from her and spoke to momma. "Excuse me but we need Pat to help us with a family emergency right now and we need the phone.  Can she call you in a couple days?"

She agreed and I thanked her and hung up.

Pat looked up at me and said, "What family emergency?"

"You. You've had enough for tonight. We need to get you into bed and comfortable for the night."

Krystn said, "Come with me. I can help."

Before she got out of my lap I kissed her, tenderly. She took Krystn's hand and they went upstairs. We watched them go.

"It could be a long night." I said.

"I don't think so. Krystn will get her undressed and into a flannel nightgown, put her in bed and snuggle and comfort her until they both are asleep." Sandra said.

"She'll be fine." Margie said.

"I'll bet Nick is tired too." Della said. "A five day and night honeymoon could make a man tired." Her smile let everyone know that she had staked her claim on me for the night. I had guessed that when I saw the silver teddi on her bed during the tour.


"I am tired, but I feel like I want to make a request."

"What?" Della asked, scooting forward in her chair.

"I wonder if I could see one of you in something sexy and silver before I go to bed?"

Della jumped to her feet and grabbed my hand. "I think that can be arranged!" We left the house to the sound of laughter.

Della had arranged for the two children who lived in her house to stay in Sandra's house for the night. We had her house to ourselves. As soon as we were inside I realized all my clothes were in Sandra's house.

"I'm sorry but I need to go back."

"Why?"

"I didn't bring any clothes for tomorrow."

Della smiled and said, "Let me show you something, would you?"

She led me to her bedroom and opened the closet. At the left end of the closet I saw shirts, pants and a jacket that were not for Della. They were new.

She sat me on the bed and said, "While you were gone we got your sizes from Sandra. We knew that living in a pick up truck you couldn't have much. Margie and I had fun shopping for clothes for you. We kept the tags on in case you don't like something. We can take any of it back."

I noticed that the tags were still on the silver teddi.

"Can you take that back if it makes it hard for me to sleep?"

"I won't wear it when we sleep. That is intended to get you interested."

"You already have me interested! I think it should go back, though. With all our kids there won't be many opportunities to wear it."

"Oh? I think I'll keep it to inspire you to find times for me to wear it."

"I've given that some thought already. Sandra told me how wonderful it was to have some adult time without worrying about waking the kids, or sick kids, or snoopy kids. I took on the project of getting all of us adult time."

"I know. Sandra told us."

She sat on my lap and we kissed. She straddled my legs and we kissed again. Her hands slowly opened the buttons of my shirt, one at a time. I did the same to the buttons on her blouse. As her blouse opened I saw lace. I noticed the lace was a front closure lace, holding her breasts gently.

The blouse opened wider and I saw her nipples poking against the lace. My hands covered her lace covered breasts and I said, "Lace looks good on you."

"It's my favorite."

"Why?"

"Because you're holding me through it. I've been thinking about you loving me ever since we were camping. We have been looking for you for years! Can we go to bed now?"

"Would you like to get undressed first?"

"Race!" She jumped off my lap and her hands became a blur as she undressed. I hurried so she wouldn't need to wait for me for long. She was nude first and helped me get there. She opened the bed and I saw light green sheets waiting for us.

"New sheets?"

"Yes! We all got new sheets! A new husband shouldn't have to sleep on old sheets."

"I like how you think. I hope you don't change your mind in a week."

"Not likely. You jumped right in to save Pat. That says a lot about the kind of man you are. You took care of her just a little while ago, when she was on the phone with her mom. You are a good man." She got in the bed, scooted over and made room for me beside her.

I climbed in and held her. She snuggled against my chest and put her face on my pec. One leg went over mine and she was touching me from lower leg to her face.

"I want you inside me, but right now holding you, being touched by you in my bedroom is perfect. I want to wake up and join with you at the beginning of our first full day as a family. Is that Ok?"

"Yes. Holding you like this, is loving you. Being in bed like this almost has me tearing up. I've never been married to anyone and now I'm married and I have kids with three wonderful women. Is it real?"

"Betchur ass!"

"Then take notice, I have dropped anchor for the last and only time." 

She looked up at me with a tear sliding down her cheek. I kissed it and shut off the bedside lamp. I held her and listened to her breathe until I fell asleep.

I woke before Della did. She was still snuggled against me and her head was still on my chest. I needed to pee but I didn't want to wake her. I liked how she felt and how she sounded breathing softly and slowly. Her arm was across my chest.

A minute passed and she shifted position just a bit. Her legs moved over mine and her hand slid down across my belly and stopped. Another minute passed and her hand went farther down and bumped against my morning hard on.

She moaned softly and moved down to take my hard on into her mouth. I said, "Good morning."

She hummed. "Hhhhmmmmmmm"

I pulled her the rest of the way into a sixty-nine with her on top. She was wet and smelled and tasted really good! We didn't hurry. There was no rush. The hotter she got the lower she dropped her pussy onto my face. I lapped in her juices and sucked on her lips. Her lips were longer than Sandra's, just as sensitive, and sucking on them seemed to inspire her as she worked on my cock and balls.

Her mouth was doing magic to my cock. I tried to slow her down, to make it last, but to no avail. She wanted my load in her mouth. She got her wish. I spewed my juices into her mouth and then I concentrated on bringing her pleasure. She made appreciative noises as she swallowed my load and responded to my tongue. It didn't take long and she arched her back and came! Her sounds were muffled because my cock was still in her mouth.

Della cleaned me up with her mouth and kept at it until I was ready for some other sexual activity. She put herself on her back and said, "My I invite you inside me, my husband?"




Leaving the Navy Ch. 03



"Yes! Your husband accepts the invitation so agreeably presented."

I pulled her and twisted her until she was on her knees and elbows before me. I knelt and slid my hardness into her from behind.

"Oh sweet Jesus! That really feels good! Do me deep!"

I hit bottom slowly. Not that my dick hit her cervix, but that my pubic bone hit against her ass. After they hit I pressed hard. When I drew back Della moaned.

I held her hips and made remarks as I slid in and out of her.

"You are so slippery. I love how slippery you are.

"Push back against me."

As I pushed in she pressed back against me. She moved her legs to open herself wider to me. It wasn't long before I felt my muscles tightening my balls and we drove home thinking about the joy of joining together. I filled her with my load while complementing her on taking everything I could give her.

Seconds later the door downstairs slammed, we knew kids were coming to get us. We covered up. We heard the patter of little feet and the door to Della's bedroom flew open. Mark and Sam walked in, like nothing was unusual about walking into momma's bedroom.

"Daddy!" They said together. I smiled and Sam said, "Momma says it's time for you to get up!"

"Come on! Get up!" Mark said. He grabbed the covers and pulled them away from covering us.

"Momma's in bed nekked with Daddy." Sam said.

"Daddy's nekked too! Mark added.

"Ok, we're getting up! Go tell Sandra we're on our way. Give us twenty minutes and we'll be in her kitchen."

The twin whirlwinds blew out of the bedroom and out the back door. Twenty minutes later we were walking through the back door to Sandra's. Places were set for us at the table. As we sat Sandra said, "I didn't hear any screams last night."  She was smiling and teasing.

Della was quick. "It's hard to scream loud when your mouth is full!"

Everyone laughed. Jim came into the room and had a notebook with him. He sat down and said, "Dad, is this a good time to talk to you?"

"I've heard of that notebook. That is the notebook married men all over the world fear. That is the Honey-Do list, isn't it?"

"Yup! When we got home from camping we started it."

"Ok. Honeymoon's over. Playtime is done! Oh, woe is me." I kept smiling and held out my hand for the book.

As he handed me the book he said, "I want to learn how to do these things too. Someday I'll need to know for my own house."

"If I can do it, you can help. If I can't do it, we'll both learn when someone else does it."

I read through the list and asked Jim for a few sheets of fresh paper. I put the list into priority order. It gave us a chance, as a family, to see how each person looked at the list differently and to work out the differences. It took a while but when we were done Jim took the list and put it on the computer. We got back a list for each house and a master list. We decided to post the lists in each house and post the master list in my room on the back of the door.

After the lists were up Della took Pat to Betty at the dry cleaners and I went to work. The furnaces in each house needed cleaning and a tune-up before winter. Jim worked with me and we did all three before dark. The furnaces were all the same, making the job easier and meaning the filters were the same too. Jim showed me where the home center was and we bought filters and a shop vac.

When we came upstairs in any house I noticed my wives were working in their offices on their computers. I asked Jim about it and he said all three were web site designers and web masters. Then I knew how they provided for the family. My Navy retirement and disability pay would help, but they were doing just fine without my money. 

Jim needed to take three kids to the doctor for their check ups, so I took a map of the town and surrounding area and went exploring. I stopped in town and saw a barber shop. I saw one barber and three guys, inside. I walked in.

"Can I get a haircut?"

The guy in the chair said, "Yeah, unless you want a good one."

"The barber said, "Sure. Have a seat. I was about to slit this one's throat. I'll be with you in a minute."

The conversation in the shop was a good way to learn about the town, the people and maybe about my wives. I listened for a while and when it was my turn there were two new guys in the shop, and one guy had left.

"What brings you to our little town?" The barber asked.

"I was looking for a place to settle down. I retired from the Navy not too long ago and I was thinking this might just be the right place to settle down."

"Married?"

"Yes. Even have kids."

"The schools round here are pretty good. Football team sucks wind but everyone stills goes to the games." A guy about my age said.

"Bob goes to watch the cheerleaders!" The barber said. I gathered the guy who remarked about the football games was Bob. He blushed.

I found out about which mechanic in town was the best, where to take my wife for dinner, the dances at the Kiwanis on the second Saturday of each month and the best dentist in town.

I asked, "I think I need some help with designing a web site. Is there anyone around town who does that?"

"The sisters. They live up at the top of Madison Street. Three houses all the same color. Got a whole passel of kids, too. Nice women." The barber said.

"Couple of them used to be married, but no more. Jack died in a barn fire. The other one just run off. That was years ago."

"I'm glad to hear that. I married Sandra last week and I wanted to see how they are thought of here in town."

"You married Sandra?" The barber asked.

"Yup. Met her at a conference almost a year ago and I was impressed. The more I found out about her the more impressed I was. So, last week we went down to Pensacola and got married on the base."

They told me about what good kids Krystn and Jim were and how there was never any trouble up on the hill. I paid for my haircut, left a nice tip and thanked all of them for being so friendly. I drove around town a little longer, saw the shop they told me belonged to the best mechanic in town and I stopped in, made an appointment to have my truck serviced and met Mike, the mechanic.

I asked him if he'd keep his eye out for a good older car, for my son. We talked and he said he'd be looking for me. I gave him the phone number at the house and he looked at it and said, "That looks like the number at the sisters."

"It is. I married into the family last week. The car is for Jim, but don't say anything, Ok? If we can find a good car that I can afford I'd like to give it to him for graduation or his birthday."

He thought that we could find one by then. I thanked him and drove home.

When Mark saw my truck he ran to the gate and opened it for me. After I drove in her closed it and ran to my truck.

"You left me here!" He protested.

"I did. Are you glad I came back?"

"Yup!" He ran off. I went into the house. Sandra's house. I was met in the kitchen by Sandra and Pat. Met with kisses. Oh, I love coming home!



Leaving the Navy Ch. 04



[Love and sex in a big marriage. Mf, ff, fmf. No anal. Your comments welcome. If you are interested in another possibility for this story line look at "Leaving the Navy" in the bdsm section.]

"How did meeting Betty go, Pat?"

"I like her. There is a small apartment behind the store and I can have it! I need to get a couple things as soon as I can afford it but it is nice already. I start work on Tuesday."

"Since this is Monday, we need to get your stuff into your apartment, don't we?"

"Yes! I was hoping you would take my stuff over in your truck."

"I'd be honored. I'll be the first to see your new place."

"No, Della was first. You'll be the first man."

"Ok. I can live with that. You wanna go now?"

Sandra said, "What things do you want to get for your place?"

"It only has a tiny refrigerator. I want to find a used full sized one so I can have more than one quart of milk in it. I'd like a radio. I'll need to get a broom, cleaning supplies, you know, stuff."

"Nick can stop at the market and you can get all that stuff, as our welcome to town gift."

"Oh, ya'll have done so much already..."

"You're family. Say thank you and stop that other story." I said.

We collected her stuff and loaded it in the truck. When I opened the door to let Pat into the truck Mark climbed in first.

"Whoa! Where do you think you're going?"

"With my Dad!" He was already putting on the middle seat belt. Sandra was standing on the porch and smiled. I let Pat in and then I got in. The three of us went to the dry cleaners. It was a good thing Mark went with us as neither Pat or I knew where the market was or the dry cleaners. Pat had been there but hadn't memorized the how to get there.

When we got to the dry cleaners I told Mark to keep his seat belt on. Inside the dry cleaners wasn't safe enough unless I could hold his hand and I needed to help Pat take her stuff inside. He stuck his lip out but he stayed in the truck.

When we got all her stuff into her apartment I looked around. She needed a few other things that she hadn't mentioned. One was a phone.

She closed the door and came to me. Her arms around my neck she kissed me hard and long.

"Nick, I talked with your wives this morning.  They agree that anytime you and I get together is fine. I want you all to have a key to my apartment. I want you to know you are welcome in my apartment and in my body anytime."

"You talked this over with my wives?"

"Yes! Sandra invited me to consider myself an honorary sister. I already had sex with you and Sandra. Della wants to be invited over to my new home sometime soon. Margie too."

"No wonder Sandra had the big grin when we were leaving. She knew Mark would hinder the acceptance of your invitation. I accept, but not with Mark along."

"Thank you. I've never known anyone like all of you, or any of you."

We kissed again and I squeezed her ass while we kissed. Then, I got back in the truck with Mark and asked him where the DQ was. Ten minutes later we were eating an ice cream cone. Everyone who came in to the DQ knew Mark and he told each one that I was his Dad.

Sandra was sitting on the porch when we got home. She smiled and came to the truck.

"You took him to the DQ."

"Guilty. Is that bad?"

"I've had five phone calls congratulating me on getting married, on finding a Dad for Mark and telling me how nice you are."

"Is that a problem?"

"Not really. One call was from Bob at the newspaper. He wanted to check on some details for a story that will be in the paper this Wednesday. He wanted to know if the rumor was true that we met at a conference earlier this year, that we got married on the Navy base in Pensacola and that it was me you married and not Della or Margie."

"We made the paper, huh? How do you feel about that?"

"He didn't get all that from Mark. When did you talk with Bob?"

"At the barber shop. I didn't know who he was. It was just a few men in a barbershop, talking."

"He likes you. Told me I did good."

"I think it was me that did good."

"Since the word is out, public you might say, we ought to introduce you to the schools so they know you. Let's do that tomorrow. Before the newspaper comes out. Ok?"

"Sure. What was the conference about, anyway?"

"Web site operations."

"Ok. That makes sense for you. Why was I there?"

"Finding out if that was a business you wanted to get into after leaving the service?"

"Oh, you're good. That's a perfect answer. I can add that I found out the business wasn't for me but that I really liked a web mistress."

"Web master."

"I like web mistress."

"I know you do."

"Pat has a nice little apartment."

"Too bad you took Mark along. You could have tested the mattress." She was smiling and her eyes sparkled. 

"Yes, that's true. However, I'll let her settle in a bit first."

"You know she's bi?"

"The way she kisses you I wasn't sure. Not much enthusiasm."

Sandra slugged my arm playfully and then kissed me.

"You know that you're sleeping with Margie tonight."

"No. I like that idea, but I need to check with Margie about it."

"Check with her?"

"I don't know that she wants that. Maybe she'd prefer you, or Della."

"Oh, you should go over to her house right now and check with her. She's alone. Go ask her." Sandra kissed me again and went back into her house.

When I walked into Margie's office she was staring at the monitor. She looked up and smiled.

"I'm glad you're here. I needed a break."

"Can we talk?"

"Sure. Sit."

I sat in a hard backed chair near her desk. She got out of her plush office chair and straddled my legs as she sat on my lap. Her arms went around my shoulders and her lips made firm contact with mine. 'Ok', I thought, 'kisses first, then talk.'

Eventually we stopped kissing and Margie asked, "What did you want to talk about?"

"Sandra told me that I'm staying here with you tonight. I want to make sure that's what you want. I don't want to impose."

"Are you out of your mind? Of course I want you here tonight! In fact I'd like to start spending the night right now!" Her hands started unbuttoning my shirt.

"What about kids?"

"It's one forty two. First one gets home just before three. Just to be sure Mark and other munchkins don't wander in, I'll lock the door." She was off my lap and back in seconds. While she was gone her shirt and bra came off. She sat back on my lap and guided her breast into my mouth.

Margie's breasts are a little larger than either Della's or Sandra's. Probably not a full cup size bigger, but bigger. The areolas were slightly unround, almost like the weight of her breasts had stretched the areolas. As I sucked and played with her nipple with my tongue she held my head pressing her chest into me. 

"Take off the rest, would you please?"

She stood and I stood. Our clothes became two piles on her desk. I sat back down. Margie dropped to her knees and swallowed my growing interest. As soon as I was as hard as she wanted she stood and straddled me again, lowering herself onto my cock. Her arms went back around my shoulders and, as she rocked back and forth with me inside her, we kissed again. I could feel her nipples graze my chest often. My hands held her ass, enjoying the feel of her cheeks and the motion of her against me.

Margie moaned into my mouth. Our tongues danced and our breathing became louder.

I moved my hands from her ass and hooked them under her knees. When I lifted her knees she sank down on my cock even deeper. She moaned into my mouth again and I felt her body starting to tremble. Her back started to arch and she moaned again.

I broke the kiss and said, "Cum! Margie, I love you! Cum for me!" I lowered my mouth to her neck, just below her ear and I kissed her.

She stiffened, screamed and then shook for a long time. I held on. When she started to calm a little I stood up. I held her against me, my arms under her knees and my hands on her sides. Her arms held onto my shoulders.

"Oh God in Heaven! You're sooo deep!"

I turned and let her down onto her desk. My hands held her legs up and wide as I pumped into her.

"Yes! Nick! Deep! Hard! Fill me!"

As I felt my load rush into her I slammed against her hard and froze! Pulse after pulse flew into her and I moaned.

A little while later I felt my juices escaping. Margie grabbed some tissues from her desk and made sure we didn't mess up her papers with our leaks. I helped her off her desk and then replaced the tissues with my mouth. I had very little experience with sucking my mixed juices from a woman but I loved her reaction so it was fine with me to do it. I got most of it.

"Nick, Honey! Stop! Please. I'm so sensitive!"

I stopped. She helped me stand and then she bent over and cleaned our juices from my cock. When she was satisfied she stood and kissed me.

"I love how we taste together. I never liked my juices combined with a man's juices before. Can we do this again tonight?"

"I think I'm already looking forward to it. I'm glad we had this little talk. Maybe we can do it again sometime?"

"It's so much more fun than a coffee break!"

"I agree. Now, back to work." Margie got a towel to sit on and sat back down to resume work. I dressed and kissed her good-bye. I went back to my office to think. I needed an income beyond my Navy retirement. We needed a playhouse for adult getaways.

That evening Margie and I shared dinner with her two kids, Katherine and Susan. They talked non-stop during dinner and then disappeared to take care of baths and such before bed. Margie and I sat in the living room and talked. We were interrupted at least ten times before the girls actually went to bed. I had to kiss them good-night and make sure they were tucked in. I liked doing it.

Back in the living room Margie asked, "We've been asking you questions ever since we met you. Wanna ask any?"

"Yes, and I want to tell you some things as well. I want you to know that the sexiest I have seen you dress is when we were camping and you had on comfortable jeans and a sweatshirt. That isn't a complaint. I want you to know that you're a great cook. I like food that tastes good and is filling. French sauces and fancy presentation won't make points with me as much as good home cookin. I want to know what you want from me as your husband. I want to know how to dress so you feel good being seen with me." I paused and took a breath.

"Jeans and a sweatshirt? Good, cause I love being comfortable. Sandra told us you loved the food at the Cracker Barrel so I got the idea that fancy wasn't your thing. Was the meatloaf Ok tonight?"

"The meatloaf was wonderful! In the Navy I never had it like you made it. Yours is better. If it's Ok with all of you, I'd like to start helping the kids with their homework. Maybe after I figure out how to contribute financially to the clan I won't have as much time, but right now I think I can contribute best by helping the kids."

"We'd love that. We don't need your money. Use your money to take care of us, love us. We have enough money that we could retire now and never work another day. We work because we love it and it makes a difference to the kids."

"To the kids?"

"If they were being raised by three parents who didn't work their idea of what adults do would be skewed forever. This way they grow up knowing that adults work. You need to work at something, but not because we need the money."

"Ok. What else can I do?"

"Keep working on the honey-do list. Jim loves learning from you. We've had a tough time convincing him to go to college. Maybe you can influence him."

"Is there a college near here?"

"About ten miles away. A community college."

"I'll get Jim to show me where it is and I'll sign up for some classes. I never finished college and there are lots of things I'd like to know more about."

"I'd like to know how it feels to sleep next to you, Nick. Even more than that I want to know what it's like to wake up next to you. Can we go to bed?"

"Della told me that I have clothes in all three houses. I believed her. Do I have clean clothes here for tomorrow?"

"Yup. Picked them out myself. Come on, I'll show you."

One section of her big closet was mine. As I looked at what she bought she undressed and took care of her nightly ritual. I let her finish and then took my turn. In bed we took our time and joined with lots of exploration and lots of kisses. Twice she stopped me from falling asleep, after we joined, so she could inspire me again.

Waking up because two little girls pounce on the bed was a new experience. The good-morning kisses were a new experience too and I decided I liked both. The girls went off to get ready for school and Margie threw on a big t-shirt and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. I shaved, brushed my teeth and dressed. Della had bought Levis for me. Margie bought Lee's. I was used to Levis but noticed I liked the way the Lee's fit. Dressed in new clothes I joined the girls for breakfast.

It was a cold morning and a bit windy so I volunteered to drive the girls to school. Margie recommended I go in and meet their teachers and the principal. Maybe they would give me some assistance with how I could help with the homework.

Neither Susan or Katherine had ridden in my truck. They were excited that I was taking them to school. At the school they paraded me along the scenic route to the office so lots of kids could see them with their new Dad. I didn't mind. I met Mr. Gardner, the principal and he took me to meet Susan's teacher and then Katherine's. When I left the school I had a copy of their assignments for the next month and each of the books they used at school.

As I drove home I saw a man cleaning his boat in his driveway. It was about a twenty-four foot cabin cruiser. I stopped and walked up to him.

"Hi. I'm Nick and I'm new to the area."

"Hi. Paul. What can I do for you?"

"We're a long ways from the Atlantic. Is there a lake or river nearby?"

"Yup." Half an hour later I had a map and a good idea about how to use the information I learned from Paul. I stopped at home and asked all three women if anyone wanted to go exploring with me. Margie wanted to go. While I waited for her to get ready the phone rang. It was Pat and she wondered if she could spend her day off with us. I told her I would pick her up in about half an hour. I hinted that she should wear hiking boots or good walking shoes.

Margie and I got in the truck and she gave me directions to the dry cleaners. Pat was waiting out front, sitting on the curb. Jeans and sweatshirts were the uniform of the day for both ladies. I smiled and thought about how lucky I was.

Forty minutes after Pat got in the truck we were at the marina at the lake Paul had described. We wandered around looking at boats and talking for about half an hour. Then one of the workers at the marina came up to us and asked if he could help.

"Do you also sell boats?" I asked.

"Yes! What are you looking for?"

"Either a good sized cabin cruiser or a houseboat."

"New or used?"

"Old, if one is available."

"You were a Navy man?"

"Yes."

"You want a project boat. If you will wait for about five minutes I'll take you where we have just what I think you're looking for. We have a repair and storage facility and I'll take us there."

He walked off to get the keys to a boat and while he was gone Margie asked, "You really are thinking about buying a boat?"

"Yes. Think of this: In a boat, out far from shore. No kids, no phones, no computers. A bed, a deck, and naked bodies."

"Oh! A play boat."

"And a place the kids can earn time on. Getting good grades could mean a weekend out on the boat. Fishing, waterskiing, playing. They get to learn all about boats fishing and all that stuff. Jim gets to learn about fixing up a boat."

The man came back and got us aboard a 22' runabout for the ride to the repair and storage facility. Ten quick minutes and I saw it: a thirty foot houseboat. It needed lots of work. Half an hour of examination and I made the man an offer. I cut a deal with him that I would buy whatever I needed from him, if he had it in stock, in turn he wouldn't charge me dock fees until summer.

He went for it. From the look of the boat I was pretty sure he would. The engine was inboard but wouldn't even turn over. The problem could have been a battery, or it could have been worse. We went back to the marina office and did paperwork. By lunchtime the boat was ours. We bought sandwiches, three lawn chairs, sodas and drove back to the repair facility. We ate our lunch inside the houseboat. After we ate Pat and Margie helped me make a list of what needed to happen in the houseboat over the winter. One list was for making the boat fit to leave the dock. One list was to make the inside livable. One list was to make the boat presentable on the outside.

As we checked out the boat Pat found a locker with two sets of sheets, still in their wrappers from the store. Pat made one of the beds. She found Margie and me out on the stern, looking at how secure the railing was. She waited until Margie had made some notes for me, then she asked Margie to step inside for a moment. 

Inside she positioned Margie where no one outside the boat could see them and she kissed Margie. She told her she wanted to show her how much fun the boat would be for them. Pat held Margie's hand and led her to the cabin with a made bed in it. She lifted Margie's sweatshirt, uncovering a black lace bra. They kissed and Margie lifted Pat's sweatshirt. She had on a white jogbra.

"Are we inviting my husband to this party or is he just the owner of the boat?"

"I would like to have some time with just you and me, then invite Nick to join us. Ok?"

"Nick, go drink a beverage, please. We're going to see how the boat rocks."

I made noise as I went to the kitchen and sat on one of the lawn chairs. When I heard sex noises coming from the cabin I walked quietly to the door and watched.

My first look showed both women on the bed nude laying side by side on their sides in a sixty-nine. Because of their position on the bed relative to me neither could see me standing there. They made wet noises, moans, chirps, and groans as they ate each other. Their hands and arms were holding each other and I could clearly see that one of Pat's hands was squeezing Margie's ass.

In my past the sight of someone else having sex with my woman would have made me crazy. Something in me had changed over the last couple of years. I watched Pat and Margie together and there was no jealousy, no upset, no anger. I was turned on, hard to the point of uncomfortable, and excited. I undressed just outside the cabin and stopped myself from masturbating as I watched. I wanted to save any action for being inside one or both women.

Margie stiffened and moaned as loudly as was possible with her mouth still clamped on Pat's pussy. Pat kept her face in Margie's pussy and encouraged Margie to continue to cum. A few seconds later, Pat shook and shook hard! She pulled her face back from Margie's pussy and saw me. She winked. The hand that had been squeezing Margie's ass lifted from her ass and beckoned me forward. I walked into the cabin and to Pat's face, leading with my dick.

She guided me directly into Margie's open, wet opening. I slid in easily and heard Margie say, "Hi sailor!" When I pulled back Pat licked the juices off my cock. When I was in Margie deep Pat sucked my balls. The feelings were incredible. Margie must have been doing something with her hands and mouth because Pat started shaking again and came hard with one of my nuts in her mouth. 

Slowly I pulled out of Margie and pushed into Pat's mouth. She put a hand on my ass and pushed me deeper into her mouth. When I was completely in she sucked hard. I stroked in and out a few times, then pulled all the way out and back into Margie. Instead of slow strokes in Margie I pumped hard, reaching between the two women and grabbing Margie's tit. I squeezed it hard. I felt Pat stroking Margie's clit and bumping against my cock as I pushed into Margie.




Leaving the Navy Ch. 04



In seconds, Margie was shaking again and her body stiffened. I let my orgasm happen. I had been holding back as best I could and when Margie came I let my load go into her. After the first shot Pat used her hands to move my hips enough for her to free my cock from inside Margie and she swallowed it and my load. Her mouth was magic! The feelings were wonderful, intense and full of passion.

When she let go I collapsed onto the bed. My head was up near Margie's. She twisted a little and kissed me. She tasted like Pat's pussy and as we kissed I got a liberal smearing of Pat's juices on my face.

Pat untangled from Margie and moved to snuggle with us. They maneuvered me into the middle and both snuggled against me. I dozed.

When my eyes opened I saw Pat and Margie standing at the end of the bed looking at me. Margie had my cell phone in her hand.

"Nick, remember when you moved Pat into her little apartment?"

"Of course."

"She told you that she had our approval for you to have sex with her."

"I remember."

"The only time you have been inside her was on your honeymoon. I checked with the rest of the family and we have agreed that sex with Pat is sex within the family. You don't need a condom. I want you to join with her and let me do to you both what she did while you had me."

I opened my arms and Pat came back onto the bed. She sucked me long enough to inspire me to be hard enough and then she lowered her pussy onto my cock. As soon as she was on Margie was back on the bed and I felt her mouth on my balls.

Pat leaned forward and I felt Margie move her mouth up so she was licking my cock and the edge of Pat's cunt. 

"God! Nick she feels so good! You feel so good inside me!"

My hands helped her hip move up and down. Margie's hand cupped my balls and gently pulled. We heard Margie's voice: "This is so erotic!"

Pat's eyes were glazed as she moved on my cock. My hands held her tits tightly as my thumbs stroked her nipples. She started to quiver and I knew we both were close.

"I'm so close!" Pat almost yelled as she said it.

Suddenly I felt Margie's finger inserted along with my cock into Pat's pussy. It pushed both of us into our orgasms. I have no idea where so much cum came from but load after load shot into Pat as we both bellowed. When we started to calm Margie wiggled her finger and slowly slid it out of Pat.

Pat fell onto my chest and said, "That was the most intense orgasm of my life! My puss is still spasming."

Margie wasn't done with us. She positioned herself so she could kiss my cock and Pat's pussy at the same time. When she touched us with her mouth we both jumped and our eyes shot open. Margie was sucking our combined juices out of Pat while I was still in her!

I reached Margie and pulled her up beside me. Pat and I both kissed her and thanked her for what she had given us.

We rested for a while then we got up, cleaned up and dressed. I gathered the lists and we walked back to the truck. As we drove away from the lake Pat said, "I hoped today with you would include some play time. I feel so satisfied right now, so complete. Thank you both." I squeezed her leg and Margie kissed her. When the kiss ended Pat said, "I love you both."

"I love you too." I said. Margie said it at the same time. We were pretty quiet for the ride home. My thoughts were mixed. Some we about what I needed to do on the boat and some were about having four women in my life as lovers, wives. Both thoughts had me confronted with what I had known since I met them camping: "You just might be in over your head."



Leaving the Navy Ch. 05



[Love and sex in a Group marriage. Mf, ff, anal, bondage, forced orgasms. This segment is in Erotic Couplings and could be in BDSM even though, IMHO, there is no heavy SM in the story. Be aware that it fits in both categories. If any of the events listed would offend you, please don't read the story. I have no desire to offend any reader. Your comments welcome. No children or animals were hurt in the creation of this chapter. ]

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The winter passed slowly, too fast. Work on the houseboat went well when the weather was good. The inside of the HB as we came to call it, was almost finished when the first warm weekend arrived. The outside still looked a bit ratty but as soon as we could count on three days of good warm weather the outside would be looking good.

Homework with the kids and the to-do list kept Jim and I busy when we weren't in school or at the HB. He and I learned a lot about working together, about doing a job carefully, and about philosophy.

My wives took care of my schedule, Jim's, Krystn's, and all the little guys. I was constantly amazed at how smoothly things ran. I'd been on ships that I thought ran smoothly, but nothing compared to our family. I noticed a routine being established for my life. Someone made sure each wife got her time with me and with her sisters too. Since I didn't have a bed I was pretty sure I would not be sleeping alone any time soon. Under the plastic desktop protector on my desk I had made a note to myself. I covered it so it wouldn't be too obvious.

The note said: Sandra: surprise me. Margie: Take care of me. Della: Touch me. Pat: Snuggle.

The note was from conversations we had when we first met. I had asked how best to love them. I looked at the note at least once a week and did something for each of them whenever I could. When a storm made all the cars filthy Jim and I took them and got the outsides and the insides clean. Another storm came three days later, but they noticed. Sandra had a sweatshirt that had a small stain on it. I got her a new sweatshirt. I just replaced the stained one. She noticed and she cried. One Friday Della was told she was going out for dinner. I picked up Chinese and we went twenty miles to a Marriott. Our room was right next to the hot tub and I brought lotions so I could give her a massage. Margie got a card in the mail that invited her to a day trip for two. I had discovered that she loved quilting so when I heard about a quilt show not more than a ninety minute drive, we went. She spent the day explaining quilts to me and I had a great time listening to her. All winter long I looked for ways to tell each woman that I loved her. Pat got a visit from me at least once a week. I would arrive just as she finished her shift carrying food and we would eat naked on her bed. Sometimes she was dessert and sometimes I was. She loved being held, naked, and teased until she begged for release. Once a week she would come to Sandra's and we would have dinner together. Sometimes after dinner she and Sandra would play in Sandra's bedroom. 

On the second warm weekend I went back to the mechanic in town to have Margie's SUV serviced and the oil changed. The owner said he had found the car for Jim. It belonged to his sister and he had done all the care since it was new. It was eight years old and she wanted to get a bigger car because she was pregnant. He showed it to me. An eight year old Honda Accord. It looked like it had been in a garage for all eight years. Best of all, I could afford it. We talked for a while and the price got even better. Jim's birthday was in the middle of June. He agreed to hold the car until the big day.

That night I sent Jim into town to the DQ with the shorter members of the family and I asked my wives about getting Jim a car for his birthday. They had thought about it but not decided. They knew about getting a new car but not about how to get a good used car. I let them in on how I found the Honda. They wanted to see it and the plan was agreed upon for getting it for Jim.

On the next day, Sunday, I said I'd like to spend some time on the HB. None of my wives objected so by ten I was on my way. Della had packed an ice chest for me. Jim had other things to do with his friends and Krystn had a sleepover with four of her girlfriends. Mark wanted to go but the rule was that no children could go to the HB until they could swim. As I said, by ten I was on my way... alone.

I finished the electrical work, put switch plates and outlet covers wherever needed and spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mess that construction makes. At four I sat out on the rear deck and ate my lunch. Two guys who were also working on their boats for most of the winter dropped by and I shared what I had with them. We talked about boating and how it was a good way to escape.

They thought it was a great way to escape their children and the wife. I thought it was a great way to escape the noise and think. One of the guys, Carl, mentioned he had seen my son and daughter out working on the HB with me but had never seen my wife. The other guy, Jesse, said he had seen the kids too, but my wife must hate the boat like his wife hated his boat. I realized they didn't know it was wives they hadn't seen. They hadn't been out more because this was my project and it was just about ready for their involvement. They had asked to make curtains, buy the tables, chairs and whatever else would complete the interior. 

When it was almost dark I bagged the trash and all three of us locked up and went home. 

In bed that night with Sandra we talked.

"You know, Nick, I think you are a great Dad."

"That is part of what I signed on as, Dad."

"You are a good husband, too."

"I worry more about that role than Dad. I don't have any experience at either but I've seen good Dads. I'm not sure I've ever seen a good husband up close where I could study him."

"Have we been complaining?"

"No."

"If we were unhappy do you think we would keep quiet about it?"

"I hope not."

"Keeping quiet isn't in our DNA."

"Good."

We lay together in the bed, comfortable and warm, next to each other. We didn't join every time we slept together. I usually got a signal somewhere between four in the afternoon and bedtime for little people that I was going to get lucky. I hadn't gotten the signal that day. Sleeping next to Sandra was treat enough most nights. I calculated it once, I had spent thirteen years at sea with the Navy. That adds up to forty-seven hundred nights in a bed by myself. Since I met Della, Margie and Sandra I hadn't slept alone one night.

Sandra's hand slowly snaked over to me. When she touched my hip her hand slowly slithered up onto my body and as though her hand could see in the dark it went straight for my dick. By the time she touched it, it was at half mast. As slowly as she had approached was just how slowly she began moving her hand up and down my shaft.

"Hey, Sailor, how tired are you?"

"Tired? What made you think I was tired?"

"You hadn't stuck anything inside me in days. I thought maybe you were getting tired of me."

"You must be thinking of some other sailor. This one is not tired of you at all. In fact, if you're available I'd like to spend an hour or so kissing various parts of your delightful anatomy."

"Where would you like to start?"

"About half an inch down your neck from your ear lobe."

She turned her head and used her hand to get her hair out of my way. I turned and nuzzled into the nape of her neck and kissed my way upwards to the spot. When I arrived she shuddered and wrapped her arms around me.

Forty or so kisses later I moved down her neck again and kept going. When my face was between her breasts I could smell the lotion she spread on her skin almost every night. Having that fragrance plus the touch of a breast on either side of my face was intoxicating.

Her hands held my head and directed the direction of my wanderings. Up onto the mound of her right breast, encircling her areola three times and then sucking hard on her nipple and areola. The harder I sucked the harder she pressed my face into her breast.

Her voice was a whisper, "Yes, Nick! Suck me hard!" She took a deep breath and said, "I can feel you sucking all the way to my clit! My juices are flowing."

My hand found her opening and slid inside her, with two extended fingers. As deep as the length of my fingers would allow, that's how deep I pushed into her sweet channel. I hooked my fingers and found the patch of slightly different tissue up inside her.

"You're on it!" She whispered. It was obvious to both of us that she wanted to scream. I released her nipple and moved my face to her other breast. My fingers moved in and out of her wetness, rubbing her G-spot at the deepest part of each stroke. I kissed her nipple and areola a few times and then sucked in as much of her tit as would fit in my mouth.

"Now!" She yelled! The orgasm hit suddenly and she was gone! She thrashed and kicked while her hands held my face to her breast as hard as she could press. I pushed hard on the G-spot and held on.

Seconds passed and I released her breast from my suction.

"Oh, Nick! Oh, my God!"

I sucked it back in and pressed her G-spot again as I moved my fingers just a little to each side. Her head pressed back into her pillow and she moaned from deep inside her body. Her muscles tensed and suddenly released.

Sandra had passed out. I jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom and got a hand towel. Just as I applied it to the flow of juice coming from her, Sandra opened her eyes.

"Fuck the towel! I'm proud to sleep on a wet spot we made together! Just be inside me now. Gently. Fill me slowly, lover."

Sliding into her was so slippery and wet that in one stroke I was at bottom and her legs wrapped around my waist. Her muscles didn't allow me to back out until she was ready. I backed out slowly and slowly slid back deep inside her. 

I lifted her legs and pistoned into her. My body said, "FASTER" and my mind overruled my body and went as slowly as I could manage. Her legs were against my chest and they were against her breasts as well. My lips were an inch from hers, so we kissed.

As my tongue entered her mouth my jizz pulsed out of me and into her pussy. I pressed as deeply into her as I could and held still as my nuts emptied millions of swimmers to their doom. When I could roll to my side I did. My cock popped out of her and was free for one second.

In that one second Sandra turned and took my cock in her mouth. There must be something about the taste of the last bit if cum that has it be worth the effort necessary to suck it out, otherwise why would any woman be willing to go after it with such enthusiasm? Whatever the motivation, she got it all.

As she turned I saw her hips passing and I grabbed on. I turned her and lowered her puss to my face. I drank in all the combined juices that she would give me. The thought of having my own stuff in my mouth had always turned me sour, but since meeting my wives I had a different attitude. The taste was intimate, sensual and I loved it.

Sandra turned again and we held each other in silence. Just as I was about asleep I whispered, "Thank you." If she answered it was too late. I was asleep.

The next morning at breakfast we were joined by Margie and Della. All three wanted to see Jim's car. Since one of the three needed to be home for the business I took Sandra and Della on the first trip. They had played rock-paper-scissors to see who stayed home. They liked the car. It was forest green with tan leather interior, automatic and already had a CD changer stereo in it. On the way back home Della asked if I would have dinner with her that night.

I assumed the three had arranged it already, so I agreed. Back at home Della told Margie what she had arranged. Margie put dibs on the next night then she went home and changed clothes. She came back and I was waiting in my truck. She got into the truck and I noticed she was in a sweatshirt and tights.

"Did you change into tights and sweatshirt for me?"

"Damn right! I can't wait for tomorrow night for some lovin. Can you come over today to do some handyman work in my house?"

"Something squeakin again? Sometimes a man just has to lubricate things to get them to be happy."

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Margie wanted to take the Honda for a test drive. It was my car so I didn't need to ask Mike. I did tell him we wouldn't be gone too long. He smiled and said, "Take your time."

Margie drove. She drove like a woman who knew exactly where she wanted to be. When we got there we were fifty yards off a main road and surrounded by trees. She shut off the engine and got out.

"Come on! I don't have all day here!"

I got out too. She pulled off the sweatshirt and the tights. She opened the back door took one look and walked to the front of the car. She put herself flat on her back over the hood and asked, "See anything you'd like?"

I knelt and ate her until she screamed. I stood and lifted her legs, entering her and pounding hard. As I pounded she held my arms and looked in my eyes. I bent and we kissed.

"Take my ass, Nick. Do me deep!"

I lifted her legs higher and smeared our juices on her pucker. My cock was wet and when it touched her pucker she took a deep breath and as she blew it out her muscles relaxed and I was in. She reached into her own pussy and gathered more lube. Somehow she reached my cock and spread the juices on. I pushed and went deep.

"Oh, I love it when you're in so deep."

"You like deep?"

I had been holding her legs and I put them against my shoulders and my hands went behind her shoulders. Using the muscles of my back and legs I picked Margie up and turned around so I sat on the hood. She was impaled on my cock as deep in her ass as it would ever go.

"God! If you were a quarter inch longer I'd choke!"

"Hold my neck."

She did and I grabbed her ass with both hands and lifted her a couple inches up and then let gravity lower her again. I didn't know how long I could do that but I was willing to go as long as I could.

"God! Fuck me good! That is so good! I'm close. I want to cum with you in my ass!"

I wanted it too. I could feel my pressure build-up and knew I was cumming soon.

"Cum for me, Margie! I'm gonna fill your ass! Cum now!!"

We came and then held on. She shuddered and moaned a few times. I sweat about a quart and breathed like a nasty phone call. We held in place until my cock shrank enough I felt leakage. I lifted her and turned so I could put her back on Jim's car. 

We untangled and found some toilet paper in the trunk to clean up with. When we were about as clean as we might get without a shower Margie put a wad of paper in her to absorb whatever extra there might be. We dressed and just before we got back in the Honda I wiped off the evidence from the hood.

We stopped on the way back to the garage and threw the used paper in a convenience store outside trash can.

Mike grinned at us when we left the Honda and got into my truck. I don't know what he knew or thought he knew, but I loved what I knew had happened.

Back at home Margie and I went to her house and showered. We changed clothes too. When I went back to Sandra's to get some tools she asked why I changed clothes. 

"I got crap on those clothes from the Honda. We cleaned it up and it really was my own fault."

The rest of the week went just that smoothly. I surprised Della with some new massage lotion on a night with her. I had flowers delivered to Pat in the middle of her work day. The card read "From your secret admirer." She called and thanked me.

We got Pat to watch the troops while I took my wives to the HB. They looked it over, measured things, talked about colors, and asked questions. From the HB we drove to the shopping center. They bought chairs, two tables, two storage cabinets, dishes, silverware, glasses, another bed and linens. At the yardage store they bought a bolt of cloth and half a bolt of a different cloth. I didn't see the cloth. They wanted the curtains to be a surprise for me.

Some days were calm and others chaos. One day I looked at my master calendar and saw that time hade been blocked out on Pat's day off for me and her to spend some time together. That same day I found an e-mail from Pat. The subject line said, "Eyes only." Twenty years in the Navy told me that meant no one but me was to read the e-mail.

"Dear Husband, When we met I found out that your other wives love being mauled and having their tits and themselves bound. In my limited experience since being in the family I have discovered that I like being mauled too. All three of your other wives tell me you do it better than they do. Day after tomorrow is my day off. I want to spend the day with you, somewhere quiet, private and I want you to treat me like the slut I want to be for you. If this is something you're interested in doing and can find a way for us, please let me know. Your wife, Pat"

I hit reply and in the subject line added the word, "Scheduled." In the body of the e-mail I wrote: "At 0830 hours I will pick you up at your apartment. Wear jeans and a sweatshirt and easy on/off shoes. Bring a cotton bra, some cotton panties, and whatever you might need to do your hair, make-up and whatever after a shower. The odds are good you will not be home until at least 2000 hours that evening. I will arrange for everything else.

I am looking forward to our time together. Husband"

My time between reading her message and picking her up was focused on having her experience be everything she wanted it to be. My first consideration: where. Looking at the papers on my desk it came to me: the HB! It was ready for a voyage. Perhaps a secluded cove along the lakeshore where eyes and ears were not likely to intrude. I drove out to the HB and took it out for a test run. Everything ran very well. From the upper bridge I had good visibility and within twenty minutes found a small cove where privacy was the best feature. Steep rocky cliffs, scrub to absorb sounds, no beach and it was all but hidden from view. I found a way to easily anchor the HB so it wouldn't drift while we played.

Back in the marina I made the inside of the HB ready for Pat's initiation. Weeks before, when I was in the marina store I saw some wide rubber bands of various sizes up to a size that fit snugly around a quart jar. The label said they were to keep glass from rattling or breaking while underway. I bought them when I saw them, thinking then of how nicely they might hold a woman's breasts. Pat would find out. I cut various lengths of cotton rope and stowed them in bundles in the bedroom closet. While I had redone the interior I added some tie-offs to the interior walls and ceiling. Jim had asked about them and I said they gave me a place to tie things off in the event of bad weather. It was true for most of the tie-offs, but the ones on the ceiling were to secure women.

I checked all the things the wives had put in the HB, making sure there were bars of soap, towels, shampoo, body lotions, sunscreen and an old set of sheets that I could still use as curtains during this voyage.

At dinner that night Della said, "I understand you are spending some time tomorrow with Pat?"

"Yup. She requested some time and I'm happy to give it to her."

"You know, she is very excited."

"No. I didn't know. That's nice."

"She checked with all of us before she asked you."

"Every one of you is considerate like that."

"We know what she wants. We have to really be careful here. Last time she wanted a little play Sam almost caught us."

"No one will be within half a mile of us tomorrow. I have no interest in spending time explaining our idea of fun to a southern Sheriff or our children."

"In that case, can I schedule some time there with you?"




Leaving the Navy Ch. 05



"Monday?"

"Yes! I was hoping it could be soon!" 

"Might have been sooner but I don't want to go on the weekend. Too many people wandering around."

That night I was rougher than normal with Della. She wanted it that way. As we showered in the morning I saw two small bruises, one inside her right thigh and one near her right nipple. She saw them too and smiled.

"I can't wait to show Margie. You might as well put her on your schedule and Sandra too. They'll both want some of this!"

I decided to take Margie and Sandra together to the HB on Tuesday. The lake would be too crowded on the weekend.

On the way to Pat I stopped and bought us lunch, some water, sodas, a dog collar and a small red rubber ball. It was all bagged and stowed in the back of my truck.

The collar and rubber ball would make a fine ball gag.

When I put the truck in Park Pat opened her door and came out. She was dressed as I asked and carried an overnight bag. She opened the door to the truck and climbed in. I got a very warm kiss and we were on the road.

"Pat, this is a game. I want you to listen very carefully to what I tell you. If you don't listen and you don't protect yourself you can get hurt. Understand?"

"I think so."

"First, safe words. They are red, yellow and green. What do they mean?"

"Stop, caution and go!"

We talked in some detail about how she could use those words. Next we talked about this game being one where I am Master and she is the submissive. We talked about what that meant in terms of behavior for her and for me. We talked about the goal for the day. I asked her what she wanted to be able to say at the end of our day together.

"I found out more about what I like. I found out more about how pain and pleasure are related. I had incredible orgasms. Nick, loves me like no other man ever has."

"Ok. From the moment the next stop light turns green the game is on. If you want to change your mind about this now is the time. I will continue to love you either way."

I slowed the truck for the light and then stopped. We both watched the light. When it changed to green I said, "Open the glove box and take out the scarf. Fold it into a blindfold and put it on."

"Yes, Sir."

She did as I asked. I resumed our trip to the HB. As we drove I reached over and tweaked her nipples, one at a time. She jumped each time and said nothing.

When I stopped the truck next to the HB I told her to sit still for a few minutes, I had things to do. I unloaded the truck, including her overnight bag and everything was ready.

I saw the two men I had shared lunch with looking in my direction. I said, "Pat, I'm going to remove the blindfold. Do not speak or open your eyes. Nod if you understand." She nodded. I pulled the blindfold loose and helped her get out of the truck. I put my arm around her and guided her on board. The two men waved and gave me the thumbs up.

Inside the cabin I put Pat in a chair and told her not to get out of the chair or open her eyes until I came back for her. She nodded.

From the upper bridge I guided the HB out of the marina and headed for the cove. Ten minutes in that direction I put the engine in neutral and went inside with Pat.

"Open your eyes Pat."

She looked around and said, "This is the houseboat, isn't it?"

"Yes. Take off your clothes. Put them on that table." I pointed to the table. Then come outside and climb the ladder next to the door."

"Yes, Nick."

I went back out and to the bridge. In a plastic storage bin on the upper deck there were towels. When Pat stood before me nude and eleven feet above the water I smiled. It was obvious she was excited, a little scared and turned on.

"Get a towel from the locker and spread it on the deck. Then, put yourself on the towel face up."

I kept sight of the cove entrance and looked around for the proximity to any other boats. I didn't see any. The next day the lake would be crowded and noisy. Today we were alone.

I stopped the HB inside the cove, anchored us and went back to Pat. She couldn't see the walls of the cove from her position. All she could see was the sky and the safety wall around the edge of the upper deck.

"Spread your legs wide for me Pat." She spread her legs until her feet were two feet apart. "Wider." She spread until her feet were pointing in opposite directions.

"Feel the warm sunshine on your pussy?"

"Yes, Nick."

I picked up two ten foot pieces of rope and knelt beside her. "Can you grab your ankles?"

Keeping her legs as spread as she could she grabbed her ankles. I tied a rope around her ankle and bound her forearm to her lower leg. As I wrapped the rope around the lower leg and forearm Pat's eyes opened wide. She realized I would soon have her completely at my mercy. The idea of bondage is one thing, the feeling of helplessness is quite another.

"Are you Ok?" I asked.

"Yes. I trust you." She whispered.

I moved and repeated the binding of her other leg and arm. When she was bound I moved back a couple of feet and said, "You may not believe me but I do speak the truth, you look incredibly sexy and beautiful just like this."

"What will you do to me?"

"Whatever I want. You gave yourself to me. I will begin by seeing how close I can bring you to an orgasm."

I took my position so that I could lick her pussy. I licked and sucked her lips and probed her depths with fingers. She got close and started to tremble.

"I'm close, Nick. May I cum?"

"No. Later, when I tell you to cum, but not now." I stopped touching her and got up. I went down into the cabin and came back with sunscreen, a bottle of cold water and a straw. 

I asked if she wanted some water. She said yes. I opened the bottle and dipped the straw in, holding the end so the water would come out until I let go. I put the end of the straw at her open vagina and let the water rush inside her.

Pat had watched me do all this and when the cold water rushed inside her she gasped. "God, that is so cold!"

"Pat, would you like a drink?"

"Yes, Nick."

I lifted her head, rotating her body until her legs were down on the deck. I put the straw back in the bottle and put it to her lips. She drank. When she stopped I put the bottle aside. I opened the bottle of sunscreen and slathered it all over her exposed skin. I was tender and massaged the lotion in with care. I rotated her back onto her back and slathered all the skin I had not slathered when she was sitting.

I put a small towel over her open cunt so it would not burn. I retrieved two lengths of string and showed them to Pat. Using two small rubber bands on her nipples, I tied the first string onto the rubber band on her right nipple and the second to her left. The other ends of those strings I tugged and her eyes opened wide.

"There is a scale of pain, Pat. From zero to ten. Zero is totally comfortable. Ten is screaming and about to pass out. What number are you experiencing right now?"

"Five."

"Let me know when you are at six by saying six."

I tugged on the strings and watched as her nipples pulled the skin of her breasts.

"Six."

A bit more pull and she said, "Seven!"

I tied the strings to her big toes. The pain she would feel was now under her control.

"Do not release enough tug that the pain drops below a six. Understand?"

"Yes, Nick."

When I pulled the towel away from her pussy she said, "Seven."

When my tongue touched her pussy she said, "Oh my God! I want to cum! My body is on fire!"

My tongue licked from her taint up to her clit, slowly and carefully. When she began to quiver I stopped. The strings had pulled her nipples hard and as she calmed they distended less.

"Pat, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me! I want you to pull on my nipples! I want you to master me."

"Who are you?"

"I am your wife! I am your slut! I am whoever you want me to be!"

My hands turned her so my cock lined up with her cunt and I pushed in. She moaned and resumed quivering.

"Cum Pat! Cum for me! When it hits you pull the strings off your nipples!"

I stroked in deep and then all the way out in a steady rhythm. I less than ten strokes she screamed and flexed her feet, pulling the rubber bands loose from her nipples. I stopped moving. The muscles inside her channel milked my cock and she looked at me with eyes glazed in lust.

As I pulled back I noticed the time. We had been in the cove for an hour. Time to go inside. I untied her legs and helped her stretch out for a few moments. I let her finish off the bottle of water. After I got her on her feet I put the towel over my shoulder and then put her over my shoulder. She was faced the same way as me. I turned and started down the ladder.

"Hold onto the ladder." She did. When I was on the lower deck I carried her inside. The towel went on the chair and she was pointed to it. I sat near her.

"Tell me about your day, so far."

"That was so intense! My belly is still quivering. When you had me pull the strings I thought the pain would be too much! All it did was link my tits and my pussy together!"

"So, you are not disappointed?"

"No! I want more!"

"Over in that locker there is a bag of rubber bands. Please bring it to me." She found it and quickly brought it to me. She also saw all the other things in that locker.

In the bag I found two bands about the size I thought would be good. "Please stand here in front of me and bend at your waist." It put her left breast right in front of me, hanging. I put my fingers inside the rubber band and opened it, slipping it around her breast and all the way to her chest. When I popped my fingers out the rubber band tightened around her breast.

"Is that painful?"

"No. Not yet."

"Turn around." She did and I popped the other band around her other breast. "Stand up." She did. In the past gravity had pulled on her breasts and now they pointed out from her chest, each with a bright blue band around it. I knew her nipples would still be tender from the treatment they had received on the upper deck. I gently squeezed one.

"Oh! I'm very sensitive."

"You can have an orgasm starting from your breasts. First they must be even more tender. I pinched her breasts all over. The longer I pinched the harder I pinched. The skin had begun to change color. They were swollen. Tears rolled down her face. She did not complain or use her safe words.

When I believed she was ready I held the big vibrator between my legs so I could press it to her pussy and have my hands free. I was seated and I had her straddle my legs so her puss was just above the head of the vibe. I hooked a finger under each rubber band and told Pat, "When I say now drop down onto the vibrator. Ready?"

"Yes!"

"Now!" As she dropped I pulled hard on the rubber bands. They stretched and snapped off. Her pussy all but swallowed the huge head of the vibe. The blood rushed into her tits and my mouth engulfed one breast and I sucked.

Pat's arms wrapped around my head and she screamed. Her muscles tensed, released and tensed again. She shook. She came and came again. I reached between our legs and shut off the vibe. Pat still shook and wilted against me. When she was calm I lifted her and took her to the bed.

"Rest."

In seconds she was asleep. I made lunch, cleaned up from our games and waited until she had slept an hour. I woke her by dripping drops from an ice cube onto her breast. It took five drops.

"Hungry?"

She nodded. We ate lunch sitting out on the read deck nude. We were in the shade. When we were close to finished I heard the sound of an outboard motor. "Dress!" I said and we both dressed quickly. 

As we came back out and sat down a runabout came into the cove. The two people in the boat waved as they swung about and headed back out into the lake. The woman had been topless.

"Next time I think I should bring a cover-up robe. It would be faster than getting dressed."

"Next time? You would come out here again?"

"Every orgasm I have with you is better than the ones before it. You haven't touched me in an hour and a half and my body is still on fire. If I have to swim to get here I want to come back."

"You've always been a good girl, haven't you?"

"That's what we were raised to be. Momma said things like, 'Good girls sit with their knees together."

"Do you need to pee?"

"Yes."

"Stand outside the railing and push your butt away from the boat, then go."

"Really?"

"The game is still on. You just questioned something I asked you to do. You will be punished. First, you will pee!"

Pat stood and walked to the back of the deck, stepped around the railing and pushed her butt away from the boat. Seconds passed and I asked, "Would it help if I came over there and slapped your ass until you peed?"

"No. I don't think so."

I stood and her eyes widened. I stepped outside the railing and slapped her bare ass, hard. Ten seconds passed without a drop. Another slap, even harder. Her stream released.

"Look Pat. You're peeing into the lake." She looked down and watched her water hit the surface of the lake. When the stream stopped she didn't move. I went back to the table and came back with a paper napkin. I held it out to her and said, "Wipe." She forgot where she was and reached for the napkin and fell into the lake. The water temp was in the forties. She screamed, sputtered and quickly swam to the ladder. I got a towel and while we both laughed we got her dry.

We climbed back to the upper deck and I had her lie on the towel. I covered her with three more towels and she warmed back up quickly. I took my clothes off and sat in the captain's chair on the bridge. The engine started and I pulled up the anchor. Pat asked if she could sit by me. I nodded and she sat next to me. We motored all around the edges of the lake. We saw the couple we had seen in the cove as we passed them. She was on her back waving at us as he was between her legs fucking her. We waved back.

We saw a family on their dock and Pat covered up with a towel. They waved and didn't seem to notice I was nude.

When we were within a few minutes of being back in the marina I stopped and we went inside to dress. I said, "When you put your clothes on the game ends. Wearing the cotton under things is up to you. We'll go to dinner on the way home."

"Look, Nick." She showed me a bruise on her breast the size of my mouth. "Wait until your other wives see it!"

"Should I apologize?"

"Hell, no! You did just what I wanted. I found out more about what I like. I found out more about how pain and pleasure are related. I had incredible orgasms. And, Nick loves me like no other man ever has."

"Ok. By the way, I love you."

Dressed, she joined me on the bridge and we docked a few minutes before five. By six we were on the road home. By eight she was home, where we joined once again, and I was on my way home.

I came in through the back door and was met by Mark. He stood with his hands on his hips and said, "You've been gone all day."

"Are you glad I'm back?"

"Yup!" He turned and was gone. In the kitchen I saw a note telling me I needed to check my desk for messages. On my desk was a small box. It was wrapped in a note that read, "Roll the die and show up. You'll know where." It was signed by Sandra, Della and Margie. I opened the box and found a die with a name on each side. I rolled the die and it read Margie. As I walked to Margie's I wondered if my wives had already bought a die with eight sides. 



Leaving the Navy Ch. 06



 [Hopefully, you read enough of the story that you will easily be comfortable with a man "married" to three sisters and in relationship with another adult woman. This is fiction. I have no personal history of being "married" to four women. There is sex in this family and it isn't always vanilla. It is all loving. As always your votes and comments are encouraged.]

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On Tuesday I found a note on my desk telling me that my wives wanted a meeting that evening at Della's. We would get the kids bedded down and then meet. I had dinner with Margie and then helped get kids bedded down.

At a little after nine Margie, Sandra, Della, Pat and I were in Della's living room. I was the only one that didn't know what the meeting was about. Della solved that.

"Jim's birthday is in just over three weeks. We know what the big gift is, his car. We need to talk about what else we want to do for his birthday."

At that moment Krystn walked into the room. I had seen her half an hour before in a nightgown. Now she was in shorts and a t-shirt. She looked unhappy.

"I know I wasn't invited to this family meeting. I know I have never been invited to a meeting of the adults in this family. I know you are my Moms and my Dad and you probably see me as the little girl I used to be. I'm not. I'm sixteen and I'm a good mom to the little guys, a good student, a good sister and I want you to treat me as a woman."

"Are you a woman?" I asked.

"Yes!" Her hands made fists and even though she didn't raise them I noticed. She was in a fight for her adulthood.

"So, Woman, have a seat. We were about to discuss Jim's birthday."

"I know. The only one in the family that doesn't know about the car is Jim. Every one of the little guys is so proud to be in on the secret they are bursting."

"Do you have any ideas for the celebration?"

"Yes, I do. I know Jim has friends all over town, at school and here at home. Our parties have always been inside the family parties. Because we aren't a normal family you tend not to socialize in the town, but Jim and I do. I want to have a pot-luck picnic at the park for his birthday. I will make fliers and put them all over town inviting people to come and celebrate Jim turning eighteen."

Della looked at Krystn like she was an alien. "You want to invite the whole town?"

"Yes, Mom. And, I think almost everyone will come. Jim is well liked all over. Having a picnic won't cost much because it's pot-luck. He can park his new car right there and show off all day long. It will give everyone a chance to be with him and us."

"Wow! I'm impressed. I never would have thought of going so big. I like the idea. Ladies, what do you think?"

No one could think of a single reason not to do it so it was decided we would have the picnic. Krystn jumped up and ran out of the room. She was back in seconds. She had already made the fliers on different colors of paper and they were ready to be passed out. She showed us the permit she got from City Hall so we could have a big celebration at the park. 

By ten-thirty the meeting was over and I was in bed with Margie. I was thinking about Krystn demanding to be seen as a woman, having taken the initiative and prepared for her brother's birthday and how she had dressed to come to the meeting. Coming in a nightgown would have said that she was still a girl, not a woman.

"We've been waiting for Krystn to do that." Margie said.

"You read minds too?"

"What she did tonight was pretty impressive. I would have been surprised if you hadn't been thinking about her. We have waited for her to assert herself as a woman. It's something she had to do for herself. I am so proud of her! She did it by wanting to celebrate her brother."

"She loves him."

"Yes. And for her eighteenth birthday she wants to borrow the HB and Jim. She will give him her virginity and pledge her love to him forever."

"How do you Mom's feel about that?"

"We've had lots of time to get used to the idea. They have loved each other since they were toddlers. He has protected her and played with her and been there for her all her life. She followed him around like a puppy for years. None of his friends ever made fun of them. On the campout where we met you, she sucked him and he touched her pussy for the first time. They haven't gone all the way. Question is, how does their Dad feel about it?"

"I want them to wait. I'd actually like it if both of them explored the world a bit before they decide on a life mate. And, I can see that it will be tough to find someone else who can accept the way the family is as easily as they do."

"I love you, Nick. Thanks for not having a knee jerk reaction."

"I have a bum knee, remember? It doesn't jerk easily."

Like most mornings that I woke up with Margie her head was on my chest when I opened my eyes. We were awakened by two young girls bouncing on our bed.

"Momma, Daddy get up! You need to take us to school!"

We got up, dressed and I drove them to school. I noticed some fliers peeking out of their backpacks. On the way back from school I stopped at the hardware store. Taped to the front door was a blue flier inviting the town to Jim's birthday. Krystn must have left the house quite early.

Mike, the owner of the hardware store, told me he and his family would be at the picnic. He got me to promise I would taste some of his wife's potato salad.

At the supermarket the flier was on both doors. The manager and all three checkers told me they would be there and told me what a great kid Jim was. The manager told me the market was donating all the ice for drinks and ten cases of sodas for the picnic. 

From the market I went home. I sent Margie out after lunch to get something for me from the drug store. She came back astounded by the response she encountered in town. I began thinking Krystn was right, the whole town would be there.

Krystn came home from school and found me. "Dad, I need your help."

"What do you need?"

"I've got six of my friends to help me decorate the park, but we don't have anything to decorate it with. We need balloons, streamers, plastic tablecloths, stuff."

"And you want money?"

"No! I have money. I need you to drive me to Atlanta to a big party store and let me get the stuff I need."

"Can we go tomorrow after school?"

"I get out early tomorrow. We could go at one. Is that Ok?"

"Yes. I'll pick you up in front of the school at one."

"Great! Can one of my friends come with us?"

"Sure. Give me her phone number, I want to check with her Mom that it's Ok."

She handed me a card with the name and number printed on it. "I knew you'd want it." She danced off, totally pleased with herself. I called and spoke to Sarah's mother. She had heard all about the picnic and Oked her daughter going to Atlanta with us. She was sending a note with Sarah to school so the school knew it was Ok.

As Sandra started towards the kitchen I said I wanted to take Krystn out for dinner. Sandra asked if I had asked Krystn. I hadn't. She told me to go ask and let her know so she knew how much dinner to make.

At the top of the stairs I said, "Krystn."

She came out of her room in a t-shirt and panties. "Dad?"

"I would like to go out for dinner tonight with just you and me. Would you go with me?"

"Why me? You usually take one of the mommas."

"I have become aware that a new woman lives here. I want to get to know her better. Going to dinner means it will be private, no listening ears, no interruptions. Adults go to dinner sometimes."

"Ok. Where?"

"You call it."

"Vitorio's?"

"Wonderful."

"I can be ready by six-thirty."

"Should I call for a reservation?"

"I don't know. I know grown-ups eat there."

"I'll call. What shall I wear?"

"The ad in the phone book says the dress code is clean cowboy. I want to wear a dress."

"What color?"

"Blue."

"Ok. I'll meet you downstairs at six-thirty." We both turned and I went downstairs. Margie met me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Your reservation is for seven. If it's nice maybe you'll take an older woman out to eat there sometime?"

"If I want to eat an older woman I don't need to go out." She hit me.

Then we kissed and I thought about moving dinner back to seven-thirty. She shooed me to our bedroom so I could get "cowboy clean" in time for my date.

At six-thirty Krystn came downstairs and I was amazed. She was a woman. She wore a dress that was mature but not old. Lots of leg showing and enough chest to assure anyone seeing her knew she had breasts. Two inch heels. I wore navy slacks, a pale blue shirt a leather sport coat and my ostrich boots and belt.

On the way out I kissed Margie and Sandra. Later I found out that Della would have been there too but she was on the phone with a client.

At the truck I held the door for Krystn. She sat next to me on the bench seat. When she held my arm I looked at her, then back at the road.

"Every time momma is in the truck with you she holds your arm."

"Momma is my wife. You aren't. I like having you sit close and hold my arm and I want you clear that I'm Dad. I may be new in the job but I know there need to be boundaries. For example, I'm Ok seeing you in t-shirt and panties like when I came upstairs a while ago. I don't want to see you nude. There is nothing wrong with your body, it's just something I request as a way of us reminding ourselves that you are a woman who lives with me but are not a wife."

"Ok. Do you think I look nice?"

"I think you are incredibly beautiful. You have everything an intelligent, powerful young man could want, if he has any maturity. I think we both know there is a young man who already has his eyes on you and knows just how many days there are until you are eighteen."

"Three hundred eighty one."

"So, a year from next month we can have another big picnic?"

"No. I just want to slip out of town to somewhere quiet and let Jim give me what I've wanted for years."

"Keep talking like that and you'll make an old guy blush."

"Let's change the subject. I want you to help me with the future."

Our conversation for the rest of the evening was about the future, our food, her future, Jim's future, our food and about where she and Jim could ever live besides right where they lived. It was after nine when I got her home. I kissed her forehead and sent her into the house.

I went back to my office and rolled a die. It came up Sandra. I knocked on her door and asked, "Do you know a place where a tired sailor can sleep tonight?"

The answer was giggles. The door opened and it was Della. She opened the door wide and I saw Sandra tied to the bed, a ball gag in her mouth. She had pink marks on her belly and breasts from the flogger her sister held in her hand.

"Would you like to come in?" Della asked. I nodded and entered. She locked the door behind me.

She whispered to me, "As you can see we are in the middle of a little fun. Since you are our husband you may take over if you would like."

"I would like. Is there another ball gag?" She nodded and got it. Before I asked she put in on. "Strip." She did.

"Lie next to your sister, face up, legs spread."

She assumed the position. I moved Della's hands to her sister's and told them to hold each other. I stripped. As I did they both watched.

In a soft voice I said, "I need to talk to both of you. It is about our other wife, Pat." I drew close to Della and used my hard cock to slap her breast. I walked around the bed and slapped Sandra's breast and then I said, "If you love her, nod your head." They both nodded.

"I don't like it that she is your sister, my wife and she lives somewhere else. Does that bother you?" They both nodded.

I pulled on their nipples. My finger and thumb pinched just below the nipple on the areola and pulled. The both winced and their eyes pleaded with me. Neither made a sound.

"We have three houses here. It seems to me we can solve this dilemma. Agree?"

As they nodded I moved their nipples in the same pattern, toward her chin and toward her pussy.

"Do you have an idea where she could live besides at the dry cleaners?"

Della nodded. I released her nipple and said, "Remove your ball gag. Tell me where she could live."

She removed the ball gag and said, "In my house. Just across the hall from my room is a spare bedroom. We could clean it out and move her in."

My finger and thumb still held Sandra's nipple. A tear slid down from her eye. "Sandra, do you think this will work?"

She shook her head. I released her nipple and released the ball gag. "Why not?"

"She doesn't have a car. She still needs a way to get to work."

Two fingers from each of my hands went inside their pussies. When I found their g-spots I said, "You can cum when we have solved the problem. If you cum and we don't have a solution I will punish you severely."

It is very difficult to concentrate on a problem when the g-spot is being stroked. They squirmed on the bed. Finally Della said, "I'll give her my car!"

"Very good. Untie Sandra." Her hands untied Sandra's hands. "Sandra suck as hard as you can on Della's tit." My fingers kept stroking her g-spot and Sandra's. They tensed and when Sandra sucked hard on Della she came. A few seconds after her Sandra came. I pulled my fingers out of both of them.

"Sandra clean up your sister, please. Tell me where I should fuck your sister, in her pussy or her ass?"

"In her ass!" 

"You can lick her clit as I fuck her ass. Your fate for not solving the problem is that I will not fuck you tonight. If you can cum by Della sucking you, you may cum. Now position yourselves so I can have Della's ass while you lick her clit."

Sandra stayed on her back. Della straddled her face and her ass opened for me. I stood beside the bed and slid into Sandra's mouth. She got me slippery and I added to her saliva by pumping into Della's pussy a few times. I realigned and pressed against her ass.

"Yes, Nick. Fill me up!" Della said.

Sandra watched as I pushed into her sister all the way. She lifted her head and licked my balls and then as I pulled back she licked her sister's clit. Della lowered her face to Sandra's cunt and licked.

We established a beat and Sandra began to shake. Della was moaning and shoving back against me as I pushed into her ass. Della said, "I'm close! Oh God! Oh God!" All the other things she said were not words. Grunts, moans, squeaks and screams.

We cleaned up and Della went home. Sandra and I went to bed. I spooned against her and softly asked, "Are you disappointed that I didn't fuck you?"

"Yes and No. Yes, because I love how it feels when you're inside me. No, because I know you'll have something special for me sometime too."

I rolled over on top of her and she opened her legs to make my being there more comfortable. "I'm not going to fuck you. It will feel like I'm fucking you. If you could watch you would see that I'm not fucking you, but you cannot look. Understand?"

"It will feel like you're fucking me, but you won't be. Is that some kind of magic?"

"Yes. Magic I learned in the Navy. Keep your eyes closed."

I positioned my hard cock at her wet opening and slid inside her. "It feels like my cock is inside you. Can you feel it?"

"Yes, Nick! I feel you inside me."

"You will feel like I'm pulling back and then going deep inside you again. Tell me what you feel."

"Nick, I feel you pulling back. Please don't pull all the way out." I stopped and started back inside her.

"I'm squeezing my pussy around your cock. Oh Honey, you feel so good inside me."

"It will feel like I'm going faster. Spread your legs so it feels like I'm going deeper as well."

"Yes! I feel it. Will I feel you cum inside me?"

"It will feel like I cum inside you. I'm not inside you."

"Harder! Oh sweet Jesus! May I cum, Nick?"

"Yes! Cum for me!"

She did. She kept her eyes closed and I pumped inside of her. When I pulled out she thanked me for using magic on her. I touched her lips with my cock and she cleaned me with her mouth. Then she thanked me again.

As we again snuggled in the bed I said, "One more aspect of the magic is that you may feel a wet spot. Don't worry about it. It isn't really there."

Just before we were asleep she said, "I love magic."

At breakfast Della announced that she needed help for an hour or so to change the empty storage room in her house to a usable bedroom. Krystn asked who it was for. 

"Are we getting a new foster kid?"

"No. Pat is our sister and Nick's honorary wife. She needs to live here. She only works until noon today so one of us needs to go get her at noon. Then we can show her the room and ask her if she wants to move in."

"How will she get to work? She doesn't have a car."

Della answered, "Until she gets her own, she will use mine."

"Oh. Ok." Krystn got up from the table and went to school. I helped clear out the room for Della and then left to get Krystn and Sarah from school. Two hours later we walked into the store in Atlanta. The girls went gathering and I gave the store manager a hundred dollar bill.

"When they pay the bill you give them a hundred dollars off. You give them the discount. Not me."

"You're their Dad?" I nodded. He smiled and asked what the decorations were for.

"Krystn's brother is turning eighteen. Krystn invited the whole town to a pot-luck party."

"Gotcha!"

They filled two carts with stuff. When they got to the checkout the manager started ringing up the stuff. They stood off to the side and counted their money. When the man finished the first cart he said, "What kind of wild party are you getting all this stuff for?"

Krystn beamed as she said, "My big brother is turning eighteen! He's a great guy and I want the whole town to celebrate!"

"And you're buying all this stuff, not Dad?"

"Dad is our driver. Sarah and I hit up all our friends and my piggy bank to buy this stuff."

He totaled the two carts and announced the total: Six hundred eighty six dollars and change. Their faces fell. He hesitated a second and said, "Wait a second. I didn't give you your discount." He started punching keys on a calculator and stopped. "Are my wife and kids invited?"

Both girls nodded. His fingers danced on the calculator some more. "Can I take pictures?" They nodded some more. He hit more keys and announced the new total. "One hundred ninety two dollars even."

Krystn started to smile, then stopped. "No one gives a discount that big. That's two thirds off!"

I will use the pictures as advertising for years. I will have video of ya'll having a great party. I'll make the discount back before the summer is over. And, I'm tossing in a little extra because I wish my sister thought as much of me as you think of your brother."

Both girls paid him and kissed him on the cheek. They never stopped talking all the way home. Sarah brought her Mom and Dad out to meet me and to see all the stuff they bought. They told them about the discount and while they gushed all over Sarah's Dad slipped a hundred dollar bill into my pocket. They volunteered to help decorate. Krystn accepted and told them when the decorating would start.

At home we transferred the supplies into Sandra's garage. When we went inside the house Sandra, Della and Pat were sitting at the table. Pat got up and came to me. She hugged me and kissed me soundly. Krystn laughed and said, "Get a room!"

Pat looked at her and said, "I have one. I'm inviting my husband to come see it."

To play along I said, "Can it wait until after I get some food. I just drove to Atlanta and back. I don't want to drive you home right now."

Pat got a strange look on her face and Krystn burst out laughing. "Dad knows you have a room in Della's house. He and Della spent part of the morning cleaning it out for you."

She brightened and asked again, "Would you like to see my new home?"




Leaving the Navy Ch. 06



"I'd love to." She took my hand and we headed for the back door. Della said, "Don't forget, we need to talk about your Momma."

"We'll be back soon." Pat said. Soon was an hour.

I sat at the table and Sandra served me a meatloaf sandwich. It was great. Margie was helping kids with homework. Della, Sandra, Pat, Krystn and Jim were at the table with me.

"Pat hasn't seen her momma since she left Carl. We were talking after we got her moved in about inviting her for Jim's birthday. She's worried." Della said.

"Momma's never met a family like this. I don't know what she'll think."

"Tell her the truth but don't start with the whole truth. Tell her how you met Nick and Sandra. Tell her about your job at the dry cleaners. Tell her we offered you a very good deal on sharing rent here. Tell her how you feel about helping raise the kids. Tell her how it feels to be called momma Pat."

I added, "Wait about a year to tell her you're married to the lot of us. By then she'll love us and will just accept it as weird, but good for all of us."

"Should I call her and invite her to the birthday?"

"Sure! The more the better," Jim said.

I looked at Jim and asked, "How do you really feel about the city party for your birthday?"

"Krystn has me mostly convinced I'll love it! I'm not a hundred percent sure she's right but since the whole town knows about it, I'm in." I rode past the newspaper office today and the flier is in his window too. I'll bet it'll be in the paper on Wednesday."

I turned back to Pat. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"I need to be at work at seven. I haven't driven a car since before you rescued me. I think I should sleep there and get used to driving before I start driving again every day."

"I can understand that. Tell me what time you want to go back and I'll take you. If it's Ok with everyone, I'll come back in the morning."

"Sandra got up and left the kitchen. She came back in less than a minute. She held something in her hands. She went to Pat and said, "There is a symbol I want to show you. For months now Nick has had this in his desk drawer." She handed the single die to Pat. She looked at it. On two sides it said, "Sandra", one two sides, "Margie" and on the third two sides it said "Della." "One roll and he knows where he sleeps that night. When I had it made I had another one made."

She took the six sided die from Pat and dropped the eight sided one in her hand. It showed two sides each for Sandra, Margie, Della and Pat. Pat looked at it for a long time and then looked up at each of us. "I really am a wife?"

"If you say so. You are a wife, a sister and a momma. If that is what you choose."

"I choose all of it. I am so lucky. Thank you."

Krystn stood and said, "Momma Pat, can I get your help in my room?"

"Sure." They took hands and left us.

Sandra looked at me and said, "How do you think the owner of the dry cleaners will take to having you spend the night in Pat's apartment?"

"Since she asked me last week why I hadn't spent the night already, I don't think she'll be upset."

"Really? She asked you?"

"Yup. She said that the way Pat looks at me it's obvious to a blind woman that she is in love with me."

"That's true. I think she started falling when Carl landed on his ass in front of the restaurant." Sandra said.

"Well isn't it Ok that a woman loves her husband?"

"Yes, but in a world where men only have one wife it isn't looked on favorably if she is wife number four."

"That could be a problem."

"Set the alarm for about six and come home. It will be different once she is completely moved in." She stood and gave me a loving hug and kiss. "I love you, Nick."

"I love you, too."

Pat came down stairs and we left. She sat next to me in the truck and held my arm. Krystn was right. All my wives rode like that.

In her tiny apartment we showered and made ready for bed. Pat turned on the clock-radio and set it for six. That gave her time to get ready for opening the dry cleaners and time for me to get home. 

Sandra, Della and Margie all looked like sisters. Pat looked differently. Her ribs were more evident, her legs thinner and longer, her breasts more pointed. The first night we met she had a good sized bush of dark brown hair. It was all but gone. Just above her slit she kept a moustache of brown hair, trimmed into a line parallel to her waist and just above her slit. She said when she looked down it looked like she still had hair. And, Pat tasted differently than the others.

As soon as we were in bed and the light was off she said, "Husband, Can we have a serious talk?"

"Yes. Now?"

"Yes, unless you're too tired."

"I'm not too tired."

"I'm the youngest wife. I've never given birth. I think I want to. Can I call a family meeting and talk it over with everyone?"

"Is this something you've been thinking about for a while?"

"Yes. Even when I was with Carl I thought about being a mom. I was afraid of him and of the kind of father he would be... but I know who you are and I know the three best Moms I've ever known, Sandra, Margie and Della. If I'm ever going to do it now is the best time in my life."

"Let me be clear. You want me to be the Dad to your child. You want Sandra, Margie and Della to be the child's co-moms. You want to make the commitment to be a wife, Momma and sister for the rest of your life?"

"Yes. Am I crazy?"

"This strikes me as bigger than getting married. Bigger than being adopted. We do need a family meeting. I'm for it, in case you're wondering."

"Then don't be inside me tonight. I think I'm ovulating and until we have agreement in the family I don't want to start a baby."

"Pat, I love you. I can hold you and know we are married soul to soul. My heart and head are more important than my dick. Let's just hold each other and kiss a little." We kissed and snuggled until we fell asleep.

The alarm woke us both and we spent a few minutes playing before rushing around to get me on the road and her into the cleaners. I took the long way home and as I pulled up in front I was greeted by daughters ready to go to school. I took them and they chatted about school. When I got home I found Della and Sandra waiting for me at the table. They had coffee and I had a full breakfast on the table.

"So, did she ask you?" Della asked.

"Ask me?"

"About having a baby!"

"Oh, that. Yeah, she asked."

"Did you give her one?"

"Nope." I kept eating.

Della squirmed a little and said, "Spill it all."

"We talked about her having a baby. She asked me if she could call a family meeting and ask all of us if she can have a baby. She knows it's a big deal for everyone, not just her. It means we start new with someone who will take all of us eighteen years to raise. I told her she can call a meeting."

"Did you make a deposit in her last night?" Sandra asked.

"Nope. She told me she thought she was ovulating so we didn't. We fell asleep snuggling."

"You're the oldest one in the family. How do you feel about taking on being Dad for a new baby?"

"Scared shitless! Excited! Worried. And, I won't do it if there are any objections. We are a family. I won't make unilateral decisions that effect everyone."

Della stood up and said, "I'll schedule the meeting."

"No, I don't want you to do that. Please wait for Pat to ask. She needs to ask for the meeting and she needs to run the meeting. The three of you have been doing this for years. She's never been a Momma or a sister before. This is important to her. She'll do fine."

Both women hugged me and kissed me. They left the kitchen to get to work. I got to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen. I went to the Honey-Do list and began what was next for me. It was two in the afternoon when I came back inside to eat.

Sandra had lunch ready for me. "Pat called. She called each of us individually and asked for a meeting. She said she would call after four to ask Jim and Krystn. I'm going to vote yes."

"May I ask why?"

"If I were her age and had you in my life I'd want to get pregnant too. She'll do fine, have lots of help and the perfect family to nurture her and the child."

"You're not that much older than Pat."

"I'll be fifty-nine when the baby graduates from high school. Pat will be fifty. Big difference. I vote yes."

"Jesus. I'll be sixty!"

"And looking good! A little gray hair, a wrinkle or two. Oh, I'm getting turned on by the thoughts."

"What do your sisters think?"

"Della is jealous. Margie is too, a little. Women who've had babies think of it differently than women who haven't. The discomfort, the labor, the morning sickness are memories other women don't have. In spite of all that we still want to do it."

"How will they vote?"

"For. I'm pretty sure they will vote for. That leaves you. You ready to be a biological Dad as well as Dad to the brood we already have?"

"Honestly, I don't think I can be more Dad than I am. When Mark runs up to me or climbs up in my lap, he isn't thinking I'm some kind of substitute Dad. In his mind, I'm it. Sam and Katherine bounce on the bed some mornings to wake Momma and Daddy. We are Momma and Daddy. Genetics has nothing to do with it. If Pat wants to have a baby and the family wants it too, I'm in."

"I think it will be a short meeting. Jim and Krystn won't object. They both will be heading off to college before the baby is two. In fact, Jim may be going at the end of the summer if you can convince him."

"I'm working on it."

The meeting was held on Thursday night that week. I picked Pat up after work and brought her home. I stayed with all the kids in Margie's and we watched a movie while the other adults held their meeting. The movie wasn't half over when Pat came in and motioned for me to follow her.

Out on the back porch I asked how it went. She smiled up at me and put something in my hand. I looked down at it and saw a condom in my hand with a big hole punched in it.

"The vote was unanimous. Everyone started with two condoms. One with the hole and one without. When we counted the votes they all had holes." She was beaming and her eyes were full but hadn't spilled over, yet.

I hugged her and said, "So, this means serious sex from now on. No enjoying it. We are in the business of making a baby."

"No! No! The best babies start when the couple are laughing and having fun!"

"That's an old wives tale!"

"No! Sandra told me and Sandra is never wrong."

"If we get you started within the next few weeks you'll have the baby before it gets hot next summer. Would you like to have a baby in March or April?"

"Nick, do you want a boy or a girl?"

"I have boys, Jim and Mark. I have girls, Sam, Krystn, and Kathrine. As long as you don't have a cocker spaniel I'll be fine with whichever denomination shows up."

"You don't like cocker spaniels?"

"No. If you're going to have a dog, make it a Golden Retriever."

We laughed and from that moment until it was born the baby was called Fido.

Jim's birthday was a success. Six girls from the high school and the staff of the Atlanta party supply decorated the park. It was spectacular! They also decorated the Honda. I parked the Honda on the grass of the park on Friday night. The girls built a cardboard box around the car and painted the wrappings on the box. They made the box in five pieces and had a rope attached to each piece. At the proper moment Sandra, Pat, Margie, Della and I would pull the ropes and the car would be unwrapped before Jim's eyes.

By eight Saturday morning there were a hundred people in the park. Krystn, Sarah and four more girls from school slept in the park to make sure no one messed up all their work. The local Sheriff put a deputy in the park all night too. I was there in my truck. Jim was kept at home from noon on Friday until ten on Saturday morning.

At ten when Margie let Jim out of the house and she drove the rest of the kids to the park there were hundreds of people waiting for him. Food was spread on twenty tables. Large animal feeding troughs were filled with ice, sodas, juice, water but no beer, no booze of any kind. Jim arrived on his bike at a crazy speed. He had dashed away as soon as Margie let him go. When he saw the huge box he rode right for it but Krystn and her crew had been warned and they wouldn't let him near it. I saw lots of gentle jostling, laughing and touching going on but no serious attempt to get to the box.

I overheard Krystn say to Jim, "Do you trust me?" He nodded his head. She led him to a picnic table where she had him sit down. He was facing the huge box. Krystn put his arms out along the top of the table towards the ends of the table. Two of her assistants tied his hands in place so quickly he didn't react until it was too late. Krystn sat on his lap and two other girls tied his legs in place.

Krystn said, "We'll feed you, get you a soda, kiss you, sit on your lap if you'd like, but you will not get loose until one o'clock when Dad gives the signal."

I walked over and said, "How do you like your party so far?"

"What if I need to go to the restroom?"

"I think we can find ten or twenty men to take you and bring you back."

"Oh. I was just asking. I don't need to go." I smiled and left him to Krystn's care. I knew he would be well taken care of. I also knew Krystn would never be more than six feet from him. She liked her friends but didn't completely trust them around Jim, in his condition.

The guy from the party store was all over the party. He took pictures and video of people having fun, eating and laughing. At one o'clock he sounded an air horn and got everyone's attention. He used a bull horn to tell people to gather round the big present it was time to sing Happy Birthday!

Each of the women of the family and I grabbed a rope and got ready to pull. I yelled to the crowd that at the end of the song we would unwrap the present. Krystn and her assistants were ready to untie Jim. The whole town sang and sang loud.

I winked at Krystn and she gave the girls their signal. In a flash he was loose and jumped on top of the table so he could see what was in the huge box. On the last "You" of the song we pulled the ropes and the cardboard flew away from the green Honda Accord. 

The crowd cheered, hooted and clapped for Jim. I tossed him the keys. Just as he arrived at the drivers door we all stopped. The sound of a siren stopped all of us. The Sheriff pulled up next to the Honda and got out of his car.

"Who does this car belong to?" He asked in a loud voice.

"I think it belongs to me, Sheriff." Jim said.

"Parking on the grass is against the law, young man."

"I didn't park it there."

"Then I think you better get it off the grass before I need to write a ticket."

Jim was in the car and it was moving so fast a third of the crowd was in danger of being run over. The Sheriff was laughing so hard I thought he might hurt himself.

As things started settling back down I heard a man's voice say, "Pat!"

I turned to the sound and saw Carl, Pat's ex, standing in front of her. His hand was at his side and I noticed a pistol in it. I grabbed a kid near me and told him to get the sheriff quickly and quietly.

Pat was in danger. The crowd near her started backing away from them. I knew if he saw me I was in grave danger too. Sandra recognized Carl and saw the gun. She saw me and moved to the other side of Carl. She saw that danger or not I was moving in on Carl. Pat hadn't seen me. When I was twenty yards from Carl and moving as quickly as a bad knee allowed Sandra screamed and fell to the ground.

Carl heard her scream and watched her fall. It was enough. Enough time and enough distraction. I hit Carl with the best tackle I ever put on a quarterback. The pistol fired and then flew fifteen feet from both of us. I heard a bone or two break as we hit the ground. I hoped it wasn't one of mine.

Carl started to struggle until he saw the Sheriff standing five feet from him with his weapon drawn. He got his handcuffs out and tossed them to Jack Wilson who cuffed Carl and together they carted him off. The Sheriff's wife picked up the pistol by putting a pencil into the barrel and lifting it that way.

I started to get up but couldn't. The bone that broke was mine. When we fought the first time Carl broke his collarbone. This time I broke mine. A piece of bone was sticking out and when someone started to help me up they saw it and stopped.

"You're hurt, Nick. Stay down until the ambulance gets here."

I looked around and saw Sandra, Della, Margie and Pat making a barrier around me. All of them were crying. Only one person got past them. Mark. He dashed between them and came to me. Fear had drained the blood from his face and when he saw the bone sticking out he stopped and asked, "Daddy, are you going to die too?"

Sandra and Margie dropped to their knees next to him. He had never said anything about his original family before.

"No, Mark. I'll get patched up and be home before dinner. I'll be Ok."

His body shook and tears streamed down his face. He looked at Margie and then Sandra, then me. "We hafta go with Daddy! We hafta!"

I said, "Ladies, gather the family except for Krystn and Jim. We're all going to the hospital. Krystn can tell Jim what happened and catch a ride with him."

The ambulance parked on the grass but no one cared. They loaded me into the back and Pat climbed in with me. Mark broke free of Sandra's hand and was in the back of the ambulance before anyone could stop him. He sat on Pat's lap and the EMT closed the door. Sandra waved and headed for her SUV.

All in all it was a hell of a party. High School graduation was two weeks away and everyone wanted to know what we had planned for that. My answer was that we were going into hiding. Mark stayed with me the whole time we were in the hospital. The doctor who took care of me had worked in Atlanta and recognized Mark. He had been there the night Mark's dad was brought in, the victim of a drive-by shooting. Mark had been with his Dad as he bled out. He let Mark stay with me.

All the way home he kept telling each Momma that Daddy was gonna be Ok. He slept beside me in Sandra's bed. By morning he was back to being Mark, most of the time. I did notice that he checked in a little more often than normal for about a week.

Carl was held without bail for attempted kidnapping and attempted murder. There were over a thousand witnesses. He accepted a plea and apologized to Pat in court the day he was sentenced. He would be gone a long time.

Pat's Mom had chosen not to come to the picnic. The next weekend she rode the bus out to town and Jim picked her up at the bus station, with Pat. She didn't quite get the family and spent a lot of time a bit confused by the way all the kids called everyone Momma and when Sam asked her if she was Momma Pat's momma she said yes. Sam looked at her and said, "You must be Grandma ... I don't know what to call you."

For the first time that day she brightened and said, "Child you can call me Grandma Beth." She looked at the rest of us and said, "You can call me Momma Beth."

She had decided the title Momma was an honorific and so was the title Grandma.

I heard Mark tell Grandma Beth at least four times that I was his Dad. It choked me up every time.

When Sunday afternoon supper was done Jim asked if he could drive Grandma Beth home rather than have her take the bus. I said yes. Margie slipped him some gas money and Pat went along for the ride. On the way home Pat had him stop for gas and she filled his car. Sometimes doing the right thing brings its own reward.

He spent the twenty on Krystn.

Life went on with little bumps and little side trips. I was slowly retraining my arm and shoulder how to move without pain. Jim was doing lots of errands that I would have done if I was more mobile. Mark asked me often if he could get me a beverage, a sandwich or a momma. He made me a get well card just about every day. Sam would see me on the couch reading a book and crawl up into my lap, hold the book and ask me to read to her. She didn't care what I was reading. She knew more than any seven year old needs to know about the proper maintenance of a houseboat. Pat started driving back and forth from the cleaners and sleeping in Della's house.




Leaving the Navy Ch. 06



Della linked all the family computers so we could all have the family calendar on our screens as the default setting. The first notice she posted was an alert that on Friday night we would be having a family dinner. She and Krystn would be cooking, Sandra and Jim were in charge of setting the table, getting chairs for everyone, and having everything ready by six. Margie and Pat would be doing clean-up and my job was to get all the kids cleaned up both before dinner and after. The last line of her alert notice said, "If you have questions about why we are having a family dinner, DON'T ASK!"

Della and Krystn made almond crusted halibut, smashed potatoes, broccoli and had a white cake for dessert. When they brought out the cake Pat blushed and Della said, "Pat has an announcement."

She put the cake in front of Pat. Mark said, "It's Momma Pat's birthday!"

"Nope." Pat said, "Two days ago I did a test and I passed! Momma Pat is going to have a baby!"

"I hope he's a boy!" Mark said.

Pat got hugs, kisses and more than one pat on her belly. Pat cut the cake and everyone enjoyed it. I asked, "When are we going to tell Grandma Beth?" Pat suddenly stopped and looked at me.

"That could be a problem. Momma is a churchy woman. I'm not married."

Jim smiled and said, "If she's a churchy woman we could tell her it was spontaneous combustion. It's a story that worked for Mary."

"Spontaneous combustion?" Della asked.

"That's when a fire starts without a spark or a flame, it just starts." Krystn added.

Sandra chimed in, "Sort of like when you rub two people together and something starts besides fun." She was smiling a mischievous smile. Pat and I both blushed.

"You know, everyone in town knows I'm married to the sisters. It won't be long until they figure out that Jim is not the father. It won't be long until the town knows Pat is pregnant. We need to tell them something."

"Men!" Margie said. "If Pat had just kept loving us this wouldn't have happened. It's all Nick's fault that we have a dilemma. Men are the chief cause of pregnancy!"

"I seem to recall it needing two people to start this fire."

Jim jumped in, "I heard it's the woman's fault. The man was just poking fun and she took him serious." The adults all laughed and the kids looked confused.

"Ok, munchkins. Into the big bathroom and strip. Dinner is over and you're having baths. Put your clothes in the hamper. I'll come in and start the water." They didn't move. "Now!"

In less than a minute they were all in the bathroom. I followed them in and ran a shower for them.

"Daddy, are you going to scrub us?" Sam asked.

"Is that a request?"

"We can all get in together. You can scrub us and we'll scrub you. There is a place for you to sit down."

The shower took almost half an hour. I scrubbed each of them, supervised the scrubbing of some of their parts, and let them scrub me. We got everyone shampooed and then I got out. I told them they could stay in and play for as long as they wanted.

When I left the bathroom I walked to the hot water heater and gave the valve a turn. The temperature of the water got a little cooler. I got dressed and gave it another turn. Now it would be cold. Margie saw me turning the valve and smiled. She approved of sneaky.

The kids shut off the water, got out and dried each other. They wrapped in towels and ran to their bedrooms to get into pajamas. I readjusted the valve on the hot water heater.

I found Pat in the living room with the cordless phone in her lap. She was thinking about calling her Momma. I sat next to her. I didn't speak. She looked at me and then back at the phone.

A few minutes passed in silence and Mark came to find me. He looked at Pat and then at me. "Is Momma Pat sad?"

"I don't think so."

"Grandma Beth wants a baby to love too."

"God, I hope you're right." Pat said. She dialed her Momma's number in Atlanta. I held her hand as she put the phone to her ear. Mark climbed up next to her and put his hand on her thigh.

"Momma?"

"So, are you pregnant yet?"

"What?"

"I knew when I was in your new house that Nick sleeps with all of you. He says and the sisters all say he's married to Sandra, but I have eyes. He's crazy thinking he can be married to four of you! But, I have to admit, you seem happy."

"Momma..."

"I'm fine. How many periods have you missed?"

"One. I took one of those home pregnancy tests and it says I'm pregnant."

"Then, you are. Congratulations! Does he sleep with a different wife each night?"

"He has to. Only wives have beds. Nick doesn't have his own bed."

"Think he'd be interested in an old woman?"

"Momma!"

"Don't be scandalized! I was just kidding. I may not be telling my friends everything I know about your family, but I know God wants all of us to be happy and you're certainly happier now than you were married to Carl."

"Yes, Momma. I'm very happy." 

Mark whispered to Pat, "Can I say hello to Grandma Beth?"

She handed him the phone and he told her how excited he was that Momma Pat was gonna have a baby. He promised her that he would help take care of the baby, even if it was a girl." He handed the phone back to Pat and ran off.

Pat and her Momma said good-bye and hung up.

"She's Ok."

"I heard."

"I was worried and she already knew. All that worry, for nothing."

We went up to her bedroom and I slept spooned against her. Spooning may have been invented as therapy for a mending collarbone. As soon as I draped my arm over any of my wives I was comfortable and fell asleep.



Leaving the Navy Ch. 07



[If you haven't read the other chapters, odds are good this one won't make much sense. Chapter 8 has begun. It will post the day I finish it. Your votes and comments are encouraged.]

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Jim and I drove to the community college. It was about twenty miles away. He went because I asked him. I wanted him to go in case driving with a healing collarbone became too much and because I wanted to get him looking at college again. Before we went I arranged for a student to give Jim a tour. A student could answer his questions better than I could and maybe discover what it was that Jim wanted to do with his life.

I signed up for a course in cabinet making and another course in child development. I met Jim back at my truck at three and we drove home. 

"Dad, you know people all over, don't you?"

"I don't. Not all over. Why?"

"I need to get out of town. It hit me three times today. Krystn and I cannot live with you and our mommas. Everyone knows she's my sister. I know we aren't fully related, but the rest of the people who know us don't know all about genetics. They believe there is something wrong with me loving her."

"I've wondered what you were thinking about that."

"I know what to do. I've got to go away. Either to school or to a job somewhere. In a year, after Krystn graduates we can go away and live as married. We can even get married. I just need to go away."

"Any ideas about how you will earn money? You and Krystn can't go through life on twenty dollars from Sandra."

"I am getting pretty good at being a handyman. Ideally I would like to go to college and become a teacher."

"You could start that education at the college we just left. Then after Krystn graduates you both could go away to college to finish up."

"No. I'm trying to tell you, Dad. If I stay here I'm going to have sex with Krystn. It's harder and harder not to do it. We both know you all trust us. You let us vote on you and Momma Pat getting pregnant! We asked to be adults and now we feel the pressure more than ever not to screw up. I love her, Dad. Living with her and not being able to be in bed with her is torture!"

"I hear you. Loud and clear. Give me a couple days, would you? I want to see if I can help the two of you. Is this as painful for Krystn as it is for you?"

"She's afraid to be alone with me, at all. She wants to do it and we promised you that we wouldn't."

He sat quietly facing the window and not seeing anything. I watched the road and wondered how I could help.

At home Jim went off to help some kids with homework and I went to my office. When Sandra came into my office I slid my chair back from the computer and she sat in my lap. After a little friendly grope she asked, "Did you and Jim talk?"

"Yes. He wants to go to college. He's thinking about becoming a teacher. He needs to go away. He's willing to get a job as long as it's away. Living here with Krystn so close and both of them fighting their urges, is killing him."

"I thought that might be what was going on. Sometimes in the evenings Krystn is so frustrated she hides in her room and I hear her crying."

"I want to help them."

"How?"

"I'm starting to look for where he can go to school, where he can work, where he can be away and close enough I can visit him once in a while."

"How's the search going?"

"I just started." She left my lap and said, "Maybe we ought to cool the PDA for a while. That might be making it harder for them."

"PDA?"

"Public Displays of Affection."

"Like that's gonna stop!"

"I didn't say stop. I said cool. Right now we each kiss you and snuggle you and touch you every time we see you. Maybe we could cool it, a little, around them."

"And Pat could go live at the cleaners instead of parading around with her big belly evidence that someone's having sex around here."

"Oh. You're right. There's just too much love and affection around here for them to be comfortable."

"Let me get back to work on the problem, Ok?"

"Yes, Honey." I got one more kiss and she disappeared. I clicked keys on the computer for a while and suddenly a thought came to me. I called information and asked for Jenny Jackson anywhere in Montana. I knew she wouldn't stay in Butte. I found her. I called the number.

"Hello?"

"Jenny?"

"Nick?"

"Yeah. You Ok?"

"Yes. Thank you. I told you no money, no help. You don't listen any better than Jack, and I'm glad. I used the money to leave Butte and now we're doing Ok. Thanks."

"Enough. You're welcome. I want to ask you a few questions, Ok?"

"Yes."

"Is there a college anywhere near you?"

"Yes. It's where I work. I have a good job in the admissions office. It's a University. Good engineering and teacher's college."

"Is it too late to get a young man into the fall semester?"

"What young man?"

"I'm married and I now have an eighteen year old son. He both wants and needs to go away to school for a year. If he doesn't get out of town he and his girl will end up in bed. Her family and ours agree that they ought to wait until she's eighteen."

"Congratulations! I'll want details later. Let me give you my address. Give me yours. I'll send you an enrollment package. Have him fill it out and get it back to me as soon as possible."

We exchanged information and half an hour later while I was looking at my email account I got an email from Jenny with the forms attached. I found Jim and handed him the forms.

"I think I can get you in for the Fall. Fill this out tonight and I'll get it to a friend. It's a good engineering and teacher's college."

Half an hour later I saw him sitting at the kitchen table filling out the forms. I realized I hadn't seen Krystn with him in over a week. The stress was killing both of them and since I was aware of it, it hurt me too.

Della, Sandra and Margie looked over his application and made some suggestions. They helped him write the essay and typed it all for sending to Jenny. By ten that night I had sent it to her. 

Sandra's name showed on the die so I went to her room.

We cleaned up and snuggled into bed.

"Honey, who is Jenny?"

"Oh. Has that question been at the edge of your mind long?"

"Just since I saw the email from her. In all the time I've known you her name hasn't been mentioned once."

"She was the wife of my best and closest friend in the Navy. Lt. Jackson, Lt. Adam "Jack" Jackson. When the F-14 crashed on the deck he was between me and the blast. He caught most of it. Saved my life... at the cost of his own."

I was quiet for a while. My thoughts were about Jack and were about going to Jenny after I got out of the hospital.

"I went to see her after I got out of the hospital. Met their two kids and told her his last statements were about her."

"She's a good woman, and you care for her, don't you?"

"Yes, she's a good woman. I wouldn't think of sending Jim to her if she wasn't one of the best. Jack loved her so very much. While we were at sea he spoke of her often. I felt like I knew her before I ever met her."

"Good. We mommas worry about Jim, you know."

"I worry about him too."

Sandra kissed me and while it began as a PDA (private display of affection) it grew in passion and urgency until we were filling the bedroom with our joining. I have loved being inside each of my wives since we met camping. Each is different. Sandra smolders for a while and then she lets go of restraint and her body rules her for a while. On that night she smoldered for almost a minute. I checked my body for burns the next morning. There was no lasting evidence of the flames.

When she lets go like that she loves to be held down and slammed into. She loves it a bit rough. I am happy to give her just what she likes. 

At breakfast the next morning we were joined by Della and Pat. The girls went to get their books for school so Pat could drop them off on her way to the cleaners. As soon as they were out of the room Sandra showed Pat and Della the small bruise on her breast. 

"He bit me!"

"I hope he gets my name tonight. Maybe he'd be willing to bite me!"

"Count on my willingness, Pat. In fact, I think we should confer when you get home this afternoon."

"Oh, it's called conferring. I thought I knew most of the things it was called. I'd like an appointment to confer with you, Master Chief."

"Four o'clock. Your room. I'll bring lotion."

"Oh! Can I come too?" Della asked. The girls came back, ready to go and Pat ushered them out to her car. As she went out she called out over her shoulder, "Yes Della! You can come too."

After breakfast was cleaned up I finished up the shelves in Della's basement. We could store lots of seasonal supplies down there. When the shelves were done I came back to my office to scratch off another item from my Honey-Do List. I checked my email and there was a note from Jenny.

After I read it I printed it and called Jim. I asked if he had told Krystn about leaving. He had and while she wasn't happy about it, she understood the need. I gave him a copy of the email. 

He posted it in all three kitchens. It read: "The University of Montana is happy to announce the admission of James Kingsley to the Fall semester 2007. Contact the admissions office for ..." 

The personal note from Jenny I didn't print and didn't post. She wanted more information about my new family and about Jim.

I wrote her. I told her about meeting Della and Margie and then meeting Sandra. I told her about loving Mark and then Jim and feeling so accepted as Dad. I told her about Kathleen and Sam and how great they made me feel every time they called me Daddy. I asked her about finding Jim a place to live and perhaps a job.

For the next couple hours I worked on cleaning up the big bbq grill behind Sandra's house. I love cooking outdoors in the summer. In the freezer I had lots of chicken and three racks of ribs. As I cleaned the grill I thought about the smell of cooking ribs and chicken. 

At a quarter to four Pat's car parked between Della's house and Sandra's. I washed off my arms and hands in the sink on Sandra's back porch and followed Pat into Della's. I went up to her room and inside I pulled off my clothes and went into the shower. The water felt good and I shaved as one of the first things after getting wet. Before I was done both Pat and Della joined me under the water.

Pat's belly was just a bit swollen. All three of us washed Fido and laughed. Then we washed Della and laughed some more. I love the slippery feeling of soaping a woman's body. Their bodies feel great soapy. Mine lathers better than theirs. I believe it's because of my having so much more hair. I am so thankful that women shave or just don't have as much hair as men. I'm also glad women don't ask us to shave all our hair off. I know there are men who shave. I would do it for my wives if they wanted me to, and I'm so grateful they haven't asked me to.

I shaved their pussies while we were in the shower. I also tasted them both while we were in there.

We dried each other and when we went into the bedroom I saw that one or both of them had prepared the bed for our playtime. The quilt and top sheet were folded and stacked in a chair. The restraints I had built into the four corners of the bed were pulled out from under the mattress and ready to attach to whoever I attached them to.

The dresser drawer full of toys was open.

"Ladies, I want you to do some yoga stretches. You need to limber for the playtime today. Do not touch the bed until I ask you to."

"Yes, Sir." They said in unison. I watched them stretch for almost fifteen minutes. I joined in some of the moves. Occasionally I slapped an ass or tugged on a nipple as they limbered up. When I did they thanked me and kept stretching.

"Pat, please lie on the bed face up. Della, please help me restrain her arms."

Della attached a leather cuff to her right wrist while I attached one to her left. We snapped the cuffs to the restraint ropes and Pat was on the bed with her arms stretched out with no slack. Both Della and I knew Pat was very sensitive in and around her arm pits. 

"Cuff her ankles, would you please?" I phrased it as a question but both women knew it was not a question. Della applied the leather cuffs to Pat's ankles. I attached a small rope to her left wrist cuff and had Della lift her leg up toward the headboard. I ran the end of the rope through the ring on the ankle cuff, over to the other ankle cuff and down to her other wrist.

Her pussy was open and defenseless.

I slapped her ass a few times and asked Della to slap Pat's ass a few more times. Della climbed on the bed and slapped her cheeks five times each. 

"Della, find a blindfold please, and put it on Pat."

"Yes, Sir." She got my favorite blindfold and quickly attached it to Pat. There were white letters on the black leather that spelled out "Surprise me!"

I grabbed Della and moved her where I wanted her. I bent her face to Pat's pussy and had her lick Pat. When she touched Pat with anything but her mouth I slapped her ass hard. I only slapped her twice before she understood the communication.

Pat began moaning and moving her hips in response to Della's talented tongue. I moved behind Della and played with her pussy. I used my hands to spread her lips wide. I bent and touched my tongue to her inner wetness. She moaned.

I withdrew and saw that Della was holding Pat's ass in her hands. I slapped Della's hands. She pulled them away from Pat's ass. Her face never left Pat's dripping pussy. Pat encouraged her.

"Yes! Oh Della, eat me! You know just how to please me. Yes!"

I whispered, "Della, don't let her cum. If she cums too soon you won't cum at all."

"Yes, Sir." She said. It was muffled by her face being in Pat's pussy.

I positioned myself behind Della and slid into her pussy. She moaned and Pat said, "He's fucking you, isn't he? He's inside your cunt isn't he Della?"

I stroked and Pat talked. "I can almost feel him inside us both! It's like your tongue is an extension of Nick's cock. Oh, Della fuck me with Nick's cock! Make me cum!"

"Grab her nipples, Della. Squeeze them hard! Make her scream."

Della grabbed onto Pat's tits and squeezed and pulled. Pat arched and moaned loudly. "Yes! Oh, Yes! I can feel that all the way inside my pussy. Pinch my nipples!"

Della pinched hard. I slammed into Della and each stroke pushed her face into Pat's pussy. I knew Pat was very close. Should I let her cum and then punish her or stop the action and let her cool down? I stopped and pulled Della away from Pat.

"Della, give Pat your pussy. Straddle her face. Pat, from first touch until Della cums you get two minutes."

Della climbed over Pat's body and lowered her open pussy onto Pat's mouth. Pat opened and began eating like a starving woman. I moved and aligned my cock with Pat's pussy. I rested my cock at her entrance. She could feel me, right there at her entrance but no matter what she did I would not enter her.

Della was getting close to having an orgasm. I leaned forward and touched her ass with my hand. She leaned forward, opening her ass and pussy more to my access. Pat was sucking on Della's clit and using her tongue. I pushed into Pat and went as deep as my equipment allowed. My right hand grabbed Della's tit and squeezed hard.

"Thank you, Nick! Hang on to me, please. Pat, I'm so close. Bite me! Hurt me as I cum for you both." Her back arched and she shuddered for a long time. Pat swallowed her juices and kept at her pussy. I increased the intensity of my strokes inside Pat and suddenly she moaned loudly and arched. I felt her walls spasm around my cock.

Della and I untied Pat and removed the blindfold. We snuggled together for a while and talked. They were both concerned about Krystn and Jim. Della had an idea and bounced it off us. We liked it. She promised to talk to Margie and Sandra and then I would put it into action.

I had dinner with Della and Pat. Pat cooked. She made red beans and rice with andouille sausage. It was great. She made fresh cornbread to go with it. When the meal was over I volunteered to clean up. Della went and talked to Sandra and Margie. 

About the time the kitchen was clean she was back.

"Go talk to Krystn. Sandra told me she saw her crying today."

I went to her room and knocked. She asked, "Who is it?"

"Dad."

"Just a minute, Dad." A minute later she opened the door. She had on a pair of shorts and her sleep tee.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure. Come in."

"I need your help tomorrow. I'm going out to the houseboat to work on the outside and I need a woman's touch on the inside. I'd like it to be your touch."

"Doing what?" She sat on her bed and I noticed her shorts gapped open and I could see her pussy. It was red and swollen. I had interrupted her masturbation.

"I want to take her out with the whole family on the weekend. I want you to do whatever needs doing to have the insides serve us. Get plates, plastic stuff, paper goods and have it ready to go for Saturday."

"Momma Sandra would be better."

"Maybe, but you're a woman of the family and I'm asking you."

"Can we go out on the lake while we work?"

"Thinking of getting some sun?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Then bring that scrap of cloth you call a bathing suit and some sunscreen. Can we leave at about eight?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Then, yes we can do that. We'll go to the HB, make a list. You'll go shopping and when you get back we'll go out on the lake so you can get some sun, swim if you want and see how you like the HB."

"You just want me to do this because you know I'm depressed."

"How would I know that?"

"I mope around. I spend a lot of time in here crying. I don't even eat dinner with anyone."

"Oh, that. I just thought you were angry because you didn't get to go to summer school."

"Dad! No one wants to go to summer school!"

"How would I know? I'm new at this job, remember?"

"Ok. Maybe I'm not depressed. But, if this isn't it, I never want to be depressed."

"Deal. You'll go with me?"

"Yeah. I'll go.

We went. Krystn loved being given the keys to my truck and a credit card with her name on it, with mine. She was back in about an hour and a half and I helped unload the truck. Four good sized boxes of stuff.

She hadn't noticed the freezer on the HB was big enough to hold two ice cube trays and nothing else. The frozen stuff would go home with us. I got the boxes on board and told Krystn to change into her suit, I would take the HB out of the marina.

I piloted from the top deck. Before I had cleared the buoy at the edge of the marina Krystn plopped into the seat next to me. I have seen smaller bikini's but not on Krystn and not without getting hard. It was a pale pink bikini and the material inside the two triangles almost covering her breasts was quite thin.

"Dad, don't look. I bought this suit for sometime when it would be just Jim and me. I know everything shows. I was going to wear my other suit but I couldn't find it this morning."

My eyes wanted to stare. My head ruled and I quit looking at her. It took a few minutes but we both relaxed and enjoyed the trip across the lake. I anchored us in a quiet cove and told her to enjoy the sun while I went below and stowed things.

It took me almost half an hour to get things put where I wanted them. Then a thought struck me. I hadn't seen Krystn have any sunscreen with her topside.

I called out to her. "Krystn? Did you slather yourself with sunscreen?"

"I put some on this morning, after my shower."

"You need more, a lot more! The sun reflects off the water and you'll burn."

"Ok. There's a bottle of sunscreen up here."

"Slather it on all over."

I worked on some other little things inside and about another half hour went by. I called out again, "Krystn, you need to cover up. I'm coming topside and we're heading back pretty soon. Is there a shirt of something I can bring you?"




Leaving the Navy Ch. 07



"I left a robe in the bathroom."

I got it and as I climbed the ladder to the top I tossed the robe ahead of me. She was pretty well covered when I saw her. She pulled the tie of the robe and faced me. She wasn't showing me anything she shouldn't.

When I sat down I noticed tiny bits of pink cloth on the deck. Krystn was nude under the robe. It was Ok with me as long as I kept reminding myself that she was seventeen, my daughter, and in love with my son.

She sat next to me as I motored us slowly back to the dock.

"Dad, was one of the reasons you brought me so that we could talk?"

"I'm always available for you to talk with. Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"Yes, and No. I want Jim. I want him in my bed, on the couch, up here on the top deck! You and our mommas have made Jim and I adults in all ways except one. I've got three hundred fifty days until I'm eighteen! That's too long to wait!"

"Everyone in the family agreed that you two would wait. It's 2007. In almost a year you and Jim can borrow the HB and park in that cove back there and enjoy joining as much as you both may want."

"I don't want to wait!"

"Krystn, what year was Jim born?"

"1988." I smiled. I couldn't believe that a family full of brilliant people had screwed up!

"And, you were born?"

"June twenty-third 1989."

"So we celebrated your seventeenth birthday two weeks ago?"

"Yes, Dad." She looked at me like I was dumb.

"Honey, go down into the cabin and get me a piece of paper and something to write with. Please."

She continued to look at me like I was nuts, but she went. She came back with a piece of one of the boxes and a marker.

"Up at the top write your birth date."

She wrote, 23 June 1989.

Now, under the 1989 put the number 18.

Now add.

She wrote 2007. Then she looked up at me and said, "That can't be!"

"Write your birth date on the other side." Under it write 1990, 1991, and so on until you get to 23 June 2007."

When she was done I said, "Count."

When her finger touched 2007 she said, "Eighteen."

I just let us drift on the lake. This was just too big to hurry.

"Dad, Jim just turned eighteen, not me."

"Sure about that?"

"Dad we have to go home, now!"

"I think you may be right."

I restarted the engine and pointed us towards the dock. Krystn took the cardboard with her and went inside to dress. When I had the HB tied to the dock and secure Krystn had the ice chest in the truck, herself on the seat of the truck, the driver's door open and the engine running.

She watched me walk slowly to the truck. I stopped and said, "Let me check to door lock one more time."

"Daddy! Get in the truck! We need to go now!"

I drove. She used the cardboard and marker to do the math four different ways. Each time she finished she got more excited.

"How could this happen?"

"I wasn't here. I don't know."

When I parked at home Krystn said, "Dad, how do I call a family meeting?"

"For when?"

"Half an hour from now!"

"You go to every adult and ask them if they can attend a family meeting at six o'clock. If they all say yes, then you have a meeting. If one can't be there you'll have to reschedule. I think it would be wise to leave the cardboard here in the truck. It would also be wise not to tell them why you want the meeting."

"I won't." She scooted to the door and started to get out. 

"Be careful, little one. You can tell them in a way that makes everyone wrong and perhaps even stupid. That could hurt some feelings. I don't think you want to do that. Maybe you can tell them in a way that just shows how we can all make mistakes."

Her face sobered a little and she said, "I hadn't thought of that. I'll be careful." She slid back over next to me and kissed me on the lips. I backed off a bit and she said, "Adults can kiss on the lips! I know. I've seen you do it!"

I waved her away and smiled at her. If that kiss was any indicator Jim was in for a great weekend, starting in about two hours. In my office I called the marina and spoke to the guard.

"Leave a note for yourself and the other guards this weekend. Two people very close to me will be using my houseboat this weekend. They can take it out or stay tied up. Please don't bother them. Understand?"

"You mean two people are coming out here to use your houseboat as the No-Tell Motel?"

"That's what I said. You understand perfectly." We hung up just as Sandra came into my office.

"Ok. Krystn isn't dying anymore. She's called a meeting. What's it about?"

"She's my oldest daughter. I do not want to be killed by her. I can tell you this, as a hint. She found something on the houseboat that has changed her life and ours."

She sat in my lap and kissed me a smoldering, hot, passionate kiss. When she had my full attention she said, "You can tell me. I'm your wife."

"There is no way she wouldn't know I told you, if I told you. I won't do that to her."

She moved in for another kiss and I stood up. She jumped or she would have landed on her butt on the floor.

"By the way, where's the meeting?"

"In our living room. Even the kids are invited."

"I'm not surprised." I went out the door and into the nearest bathroom. Sandra followed me in. Before my stream released Margie walked in.

"What's this all about?" She looked at me as she asked.

Sandra answered, "He won't tell me."

"We have ten minutes. Let's tie him up and beat it out of him."

"That won't work! He likes it just as much as we do."

"You sure you won't tell?"

"I can give you the same hint I gave Sandra. Quote, She found something on the houseboat that has changed her life and ours, unquote."

"Something on the houseboat. What could have been on the houseboat?"

"Was it on the houseboat before today?"

"It was everywhere, she was on the houseboat when she found it."

Krystn burst through the door and caught me standing in front of two wives with pee dripping off the end of my dick.

"Please tuck that away and come to the meeting!" She was gone. I made it. I hadn't told.

She gave everyone a clipboard with paper and a pencil. Everyone got it. Sam, Mark and Kathrine as well.

"Dad, what year was your truck made?"

"1995."

"If it was made on April 15th of 1995 how old is it?"

"Twelve." I answered.

"Momma Sandra, what year were you born?"

"1971."

"And how old are you?"

"Thirty-five."

"Ok. Everyone write your birth date near the top of your paper. Momma Sandra write Jan 20, 1971. Next to that she writes how old she is and draws a circle around it. You said you are, how old?"

"Thirty-five."

"Just above your birth date write today's date."

Today is 23 June 2007. Now subtract. Don't worry about days, just the number of years."

Sandra was first. "Oh my God! This can't be!"

Jim was second, "Damn! I don't believe it!"

Krystn said, "I want to show you what I found while Dad and I were out on the houseboat." She held up a neatly printed chart that showed that she was eighteen years old.

Della said, "How can that be? We wouldn't misplace a year!"

Sandra said, "I did. I said I was thirty-five. I'm thirty-six."

Jim said, "I'm nineteen."

Krystn said, "When I got home I went and looked. Jim is nineteen, Momma Sandra is thirty-six and as of fifteen days ago, I'm eighteen!"

I could see the room was about to explode. I raised my voice and said, "As the Dad I have something to say." I stood and walked to Krystn. I took out the keys to the houseboat and handed them to her. I said, "On my desk is a paper bag. I want you to take it with you. I don't want it back. I don't want to see either of you until Monday morning."

Krystn kissed me again and then grabbed Jim by the hand. In less than three minutes they were gone. We explained to the little guys that they were off to celebrate being older than they thought they were. Mark wanted to know if we got ice cream. I said yes.

I went to the store and bought three different flavors. I got a half-gallon of Cherry Garcia for Sandra. It's her favorite. She was kind enough to share.

That night I rolled the die and got Pat. I went to her room and knocked. She opened the door and let me in. She was in a big tee that used to be mine. I started unbuttoning my shirt and she said, "I'm feeling like a whale tonight. I don't even want to be held. I love you, but I want you to sleep somewhere else tonight."

"Are you Ok?"

"No. I'm tired, irritable, my back aches and I don't want to be touched."

"That's just clear enough. Thank you for being clear and loving. I'll see you in the morning." I blew her a kiss and opened the door. Della was standing in the hallway. She was wearing another of my tees. 

"Hey sailor, looking for a port?"

"I'd rather have a Chablis."

She took my hand and led me into her web. We showered, dried and went to bed. As I entered Della I thought of our kids on the houseboat. I hoped they were well enough prepared.

"You lost focus, Nick. What are you thinking about?"

I helped my cock back inside her and said, "Jim and Krystn."

"Me too. I pray they will enjoy tonight and tomorrow and their lives together."

"This is tougher than I thought. She was my teenaged daughter this morning, right at the edge of being a woman. Right now she is fully a woman."

"Some say she won't be a woman until she has a baby."

"I'm not one of them. Krystn is a woman. Jim is a man."

"Is he still going away to college?"

"Depends. I hope he does. It will give him a chance to be on his own, working for goals outside these three houses. His life has been here for all his life."

"It's his decision, isn't it?"

"I believe it is."

"What about your decision?"

"Which one?"

"Are you cumming in my pussy or my mouth?"

My pace picked up and I said, "Your bedroom, your choice."

"My mouth. I love the taste of you and I love the feeling of your dick pulsing in my mouth while you unload."

I moved up and she opened to take me in. Her lips, tongue and suction worked their magic and I gave her all I had. She held me in her mouth until I was soft and then she released me. I scooted down next to her and got close to her face. 

"This way doesn't leave a wet spot, either."

She shut off the bedside lamp, we kissed a few dozen times and we slept well.



Leaving the Navy Ch. 08



[The further adventures of the family. It is recommended you read the first seven chapters before reading this one. Without all that background a reader might suffer from confusion, disorientation and possible muscle contractions. You are invited to comment and vote.]


It was strange having Jim and Krystn both gone for the weekend. Mark asked about them every time he thought about either of them. Sam asked why they needed to be gone so long. Sandra muttered under her breath about suddenly being old. I laughed, internally, at the notion that at any age after twenty-five a single year would make a difference and I laughed at how well Krystn had handled the whole thing.

More than once I walked out to my truck fully intending to drive to the lake. I didn't. Even if they didn't see me I'd know I violated their privacy. 

Pat put a small piece of tape over her names on the sleep die. On Saturday night I rolled three times to find out where I was sleeping. I knocked on Margie's door and she called out, "Come on in."

Her room was lit by a single bedside lamp with a small watt bulb in it. She was in bed. The smell of a smudge stick of sage lingered in the air.

"I want to shower and smell good and be smooth for you Margie. Would you like to join me in the water?"

"No, unless you really want me to, I'd rather lie here and wait for you. I'm warm and comfortable. Just don't take too long, sailor."

"I'll be there soon."

I shaved, showered and dried as quickly as I could and when I left the bathroom I moved to her side and kissed her.

"Can we talk, Master?"

It had been a while since she had used that word. The signal was clear, Pay attention.

"Yes, you may speak."

"I am feeling a little neglected. I know you love me. I know you love all of us. I know being Dad to all the kids must be tough and especially with Krystn and Jim suddenly being older."

"Not to mention finding out one of my wives is thirty-six."

"Let's not talk about that. That hit me hard. How could I lose a year?"

I left the silence in place and waited.

"I need more of you than I have a right to ask for. And, I'm asking."

"Alone time, play time, more bed time, a trip, camping? What would you like?"

"For the next five weeks each of us could make ourselves available for a weekend. We could each plan for some time to do what will take care of us. I want to go camping with just you. Maybe we could use the houseboat. I asked first so I want to be first. Can we go next weekend?

"You want to use the houseboat and just concentrate on nurturing you for two days?"

"Yes. Is that selfish of me?"

"No. Margie, I'd love to take you away from everything next weekend. During the week I'll get everything we'll need for the weekend. I'll get the food and I'll cook. I'll get a gallon of sunscreen and I promise to slather it on you often. We'll leave Friday afternoon. Would you go with me?"

"Is that what you want or are you just doing it because I asked?"

"I have been thinking about just such a weekend away but wasn't sure when to ask."

"That might be a big lie, but I accept."

"Shall I surprise you with arrangements or do you want to know what's cumming?"

"Coming or cumming?"

"Yes."

"Surprise me."

We kissed, she turned so we could spoon and we fell asleep. As the digital clock showed 4:18am I got up, used the bathroom and returned to bed. Margie turned as I got back in and swallowed my flaccid penis. It quickly understood the task given and grew to appreciate it.

"Nick, fuck my throat, please."

I got out of bed and she hung her head off the edge so she was face up. She used her hands to position my cock so I could mimic fucking motions in her mouth and throat rather than in her pussy.

Her hands held my hips and pulled me in and pushed me back. I loved watching my hardness slide into her mouth, deeper and deeper. The first time I bumped her uvula she gagged and held me in place as she fought to be in control of her own body. Ten strokes later I felt the head of my cock pass into her throat and she didn't gag.

She was in control. My motions were at her direction. I made noises and encouraged her. My hands pinched her breasts and eventually focused on her areola and nipples. My balls hit her between her eyes at the depth of each stoke.

Each stroke was wonderful. Her body began to shake and I pinched harder. Her noises were muffled by my cock in her mouth. She felt my cock swell and the pulsing of the muscles propelling my spunk into her mouth. She held my hips with her hands and sucked hard as I shot my load. My knees weakened and I saw stars. It didn't matter if my eyes were open or closed.

We cuddled and fell back asleep and two hours later our bedroom door opened and Sam jumped on the bed to wake us up. "Time to get up! I'm dressed for school already."

We got up and Sam went to the kitchen to eat. I pulled on some jeans and made breakfast and started the coffee. I looked out the kitchen window and saw Pat drive away, headed for the dry cleaners. While Sam ate and Mark joined her I went back in and showered and put clean duds on so I could drive Sam to school.

In the truck Sam asked, "How come I have pajamas, Mark has pajamas, Krystn has pajamas but you, Jim, and all the mommas sleep naked when you sleep with them?"

I thought a while before I answered. "I like the feel of Momma's skin touching mine. I don't like waking up with my clothes all twisted and feeling like I'm tied in a knot. Maybe your mommas like the feel of my skin too."

"Oh." No more was said. When we arrived at school Sam started to laugh. The gate was closed. Not a single child was on the playground. Sam laughed all the way back home. She knew it was Sunday.

As I parked I asked her why she let me drive her to school on a Sunday. "I like talking to you when it's just us." She climbed down and ran into the house. I got out and went inside. Margie met me with a fresh cup of coffee.

"She tricked you, didn't she?"

"Yup. Hook, line and sinker. She'll giggle all day."

"She couldn't wait to tell me what she had done." Margie kissed me and grabbed my butt. 

"I'm glad I made her happy."

"You make me happy too."

"I'm glad. Anything I can do here before I get to the Honey-Do list?"

"I'm good." We kissed again and I went to my office to check the list. I noticed that I was able to identify the different handwriting of my wives on the list. Pat had only one item on the list. She wanted me to find a way to make her rocking chair more comfortable.

On a site I found for chatting about pregnancy I posted a question about making a rocker more comfortable. Then I went to Della's and repaired a dripping diverter valve in the downstairs shower. When I got back there was an answer waiting for me. It gave me the name, address, email, web site and phone number for a place where I could get padded seat and back support for her chair. They were about a forty minute drive from us. I got them on the phone and found out they had six different patterns and colors. 

I asked Sandra, then Della if they could go with me to pick the right one for Pat. Then we asked Margie if she wanted to go. Margie stayed home with the troops and the rest of us went. In the store they looked over the colors and patterns and ten minutes later we were headed home. 

We stopped for lunch at a place called The Diner. While we ate I said, "I asked Margie if I could take her away for this next weekend. I'd like to take each of you away for a weekend. Interested?"

Sandra spoke first, "Where?"

"Where would you like us to go?"

"I read yesterday about a Bar-b-que contest at the end of the month in Lake Wales Florida. I'd love to go. We could eat great bar-b-que and get some wonderful recipes too."

"Now that sounds like great fun! But, where is Lake Wales?"

"Just south of Orlando. It's just over four hundred fifty miles from here."

"I'm in. I'll check to be sure but my thought is that we could fry from Atlanta and rent a car in Orlando. What'cha think?"

"You're really willing to go that far for a weekend?"

"Do I get to be with you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Will I starve?"

"No."

"Will you want sex too?"

"I suppose." She was grinning. So were Della and I.

"Then yes, I'm willing to sacrifice and have a weekend of joy with you." I turned and looked for a moment at Della. "And, what about you?"

"I need to think about it. Where is Margie going?"

"She wants a weekend where there are no computers, no phones and lots of water. We'll go out on the houseboat."

"Both those weekends sound great. Let me do some thinking."

Back in the truck Della asked, "What about Pat? Does she get a weekend too?"

"Of course. I'll find someplace that caters to uncomfortable, waddling women and take her there."

"If you said that to her she'd cry for two days." Della said.

"Don't get me wrong. I love her and will do anything I can to have her pregnancy be as easy as I can. It's just that since she hit four months she has avoided me like she's mad at me for having done this to her."

"She misses you, too. She's just afraid that if she gets close to you you'll want sex. It would kill her to say no and she's afraid it would kill her to have sex. I talked to her a couple nights ago when I heard her crying. I told her how sex wouldn't kill her but she still is scared." Della said.

"What can I do?"

"Take a big bottle of massage lotion and go to her. Promise you won't take your jeans off and massage her back, hips and shoulders. Tuck her in bed and then massage her feet." Sandra said.

They both had a look on their face that said what they described was heaven for them when they were pregnant. I was in.

When we got home I put the pads on Pat's rocker. Della sat in it and pronounced it perfection. I went back to the office and checked that item of the Honey-Do list. At five that afternoon my phone rang. Caller ID said the call was from Montana.

"This is Nick."

"This is Jenny. How are you?"

"Doing Ok. You?"

"I have what I hope will be good news for you. Jim is enrolled and I have a job for him."

"That's wonderful."

"However, he needs to be here next weekend. The job is helping out on a local ranch until September when school starts. In September he can leave the ranch and move in here with me and the kids."

"That sounds good to me, but I'm not Jim. He'll be home tomorrow morning let me have him call you and you can talk it through. I'm so grateful for all you've done. Thanks."

"Ok. I have tomorrow off, so have him call me here at home."

"Right. Thanks, Jenny. You're great."

"Bye."

"Bye. I love you."

The line went dead. Jim was about to face another huge dilemma. Making choices gets harder as we get older, sometimes.

When I heard Pat's car stop in the driveway I went out and met her in the driveway. She had a bag from the cleaners and I took the clothes from her and followed her inside. At her room she turned and said, "I'll take it from here."

"What is my name?"

"Nick. What's going on?"

"I'm thinking you're confused. For weeks I've been getting the cold shoulder from you. You must be thinking my name is Carl, or Joe, or Fred or something other than Nick. You won't let me hang up your dry cleaning."

"You haven't done anything wrong! It's me. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm grumpy and my back hurts, my feet hurt, I'm tired."

"Do you remember when we were courting and I told you I only loved you because of the flatness of your belly?"

"Courting? You saved my life and I've been in love with you ever since."

"So you don't remember me telling you to never put on ten pounds, or twenty?"

"You never said that."

"You treat me as if I said it! I should get a t-shirt made that says "I'm not who you think I am" on it."

She came to me and hugged me. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'm so afraid. I'm a wreck!"

I reached across the hallway and knocked on Della's door. She opened it and I said, "Della honey, could you gather the rest of the family for us? We need a meeting as soon as possible."

She nodded and as she headed for the stairs she said, "In our living room. Fifteen minutes." Then she was gone.

I opened the door to Pat's room and without letting go I took her inside and put the clothes in her closet. She saw the rocker and burst into tears again. I put her in it. She kept crying. I went to work. I turned down her bed, opened the curtains and window to get some fresh air into the room.

When I faced her she was sitting in the rocker watching my every move. I extended my hand and she took it. I lifted her and helped her walk to the living room.

The whole family was there. I put Pat on the couch and she looked at everyone like she was a bad little girl. Mark stood beside her knees and stroked her legs. Then he leaned in and kissed her belly. Softly he said, "I'm Mark. I'm your brother. I'm gonna take care of you."

I spoke, "Starting today. Mark's right. Pat has been caring for Fido since before we knew she was pregnant. She has acted like she's the one pregnant and we should let her do everything. We let her do it. That's over."

Margie piped up. "Isn't it her choice?"

"It was. Then I realized that she was robbing every one of us! I'm so mad I could... I could... I don't know what. She has cheated me of sleeping spooned up behind her, of carrying her dry cleaning, massaging her tired feet and back."

"I didn't!"

"Yes, you did. In this family we are together. Jim and Krystn have been gone since Friday. How many of you have thought about them since they left?"

Every hand raised.

"Pat comes home from work and goes to her room. She comes out long enough to get food and then the next morning she leaves for work. Right across the hall is Della's room. Della, what did she wear to work yesterday?"

"I don't know. I never saw her yesterday."

"Sweetheart, (I pointed at Pat) this must stop. I want to be a part of this pregnancy! Mark wants to talk to the baby every day. Sam wants to give the baby advice. All of us want to care for you. If the baby kicks or does somersaults I want a phone call, a shout, a visit saying "Feel this."

"You do?" All of us nodded, except Mark who put his hands on Pat's belly and said, "Roll over, Fido!" We all started to laugh, Mark jumped and said, "I felt him move!"

When we all calmed down from our laughter Pat said, "I'm sorry. I retreated. All my life when I've been uncomfortable I retreat. I'll need help not to do it again."

"Ok. Tonight I recommend we all eat together. No more meals in your room. Tonight I stay in your room. In the morning..."

Della added, "I'll take you to work."

Sandra added, "And I'll pick you up after work."

Sam said, "I know where the dry cleaners is. I'll go with Momma Sandra to bring Momma Pat home."

The meeting was over. Half an hour later we were all back together eating the dinners from all three houses together. The baby did some flips and kicks and all of us got to feel it move. 

By eight the kids were shepherded to baths and pajamas and Pat, Della and I were left at their kitchen table. The dishes were done. I looked at Pat and said, "One more thing, wife. You took yourself out of the sleep-with rotation. I don't know why but unless you give me a really good reason, I'm anxious to sleep with you tonight."

"I'm ugly. My breasts are swollen and the nipples have turned dark. My belly has a red line down the middle and I don't have a belly button any more!"

"Oooo, can I see?"

"No! I'm ugly."

Della stood and took off her clothes. She pointed to the stretch marks on her belly and her breasts.

"Nick saw those the very day we met. I thought they were ugly. I wanted to make love, but in the dark. He paid attention to the scars, the places I don't like, all of me. Who he loves is the me inside all this."

Pat stood. Della and I went to her and we slowly undressed her. She was right. Her breasts were swollen. The nipples and areola were darker than I had ever seen them. She did have a red line down her belly. We hugged her and kissed her and both of us told her how happy we were to share in her pregnancy. For her part, Pat cried.

When the hugging and kissing stopped Della collected all the clothes and we helped Pat to her bedroom. I sat her on the bed and opened the bottle of lotion I had hidden earlier. Together Della and I massaged every inch of her skin and tired muscles. When we covered her she was almost asleep.

"He'll be right back to sleep with you." Della said. She held on to me by my cock and led me to her room.

"I want you inside me. Fill me up, you sweet man, then sleep with my sister."

We were both nude already so getting down to business happened quickly. She knelt on the bed and I entered her from behind. I started slowly and soon we were shaking the entire house (Well, it felt like it to me). She flipped over and opened her legs wide for me and we mated hard and fast. Della is not a quiet lover. I am... right up til the end and when I came I bellowed like a wounded water buffalo.

We cleaned up and I went back to Pat's room. I quietly entered her room and slid into bed with her. "Were you hurt badly?" she asked.

"No, nothing permanent."

We snuggled together and after a minute Pat said, "You smell like sex."

"Is that bad?"

"No. Tomorrow night don't visit Della before you come to me, please. I would like to try having sex again."

"It's a date!"



Leaving the Navy Ch. 09



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The morning came and Pat's alarm woke us. I bathed her, shampooed her hair and helped her dress. Della had breakfast ready when we went down stairs. After breakfast Della was ready to take her to work. She handed Pat a brown paper bag with her lunch in it. Pat teared up. We hugged and they were gone.

As I walked to Sandra's house I saw Jim's green Honda coming into the yard. Jim was driving and Krystn was welded to his right side. I stopped and watched as Jim parked and they got out of the car. Jim carried a grocery bag and Krystn's small suitcase. They saw me and stopped. Krystn blushed. Jim smiled a Cheshire smile.

They turned towards me, Jim dropped the bags and Krystn ran to me. She leapt into my arms and kissed me soundly. "Oh, Daddy! Thank you for loving us! Thank you!"

"Is my houseboat Ok?"

Jim answered, "It is. It may need some more airing out but no damage was done."

"Did you take it out of the marina?"

"No. We weren't there for sight seeing." Jim said. Krystn blushed redder. 

Sandra and Margie came out of Sandra's. "Hey," Sandra said, "Aren't you supposed to check in with your mothers when you get home from a trip?"

They both ran and kissed and hugged Sandra and Margie. The story came out, minus the best parts, and we all went to Sandra's kitchen. When Della got home it began again. I took Mark and Sam to the store with me.

I decided to talk to Jim and Krystn together about the phone call from Jenny. Later.

At the hardware store I bought some things for the Honey-Do list and then we stopped at the DQ for a cone. Mark ordered for the three of us. For the first time he finished the cone without a single drip on his shirt, pants or legs. Sam didn't drip either and passed my praise off, saying, "Girls are naturally neater than boys."

I asked her how many boys she had known who were messy. She pointed at Mark. I asked if she thought Jim and I were messy. She said, "No, your grown ups."

When we got home I saw that Jim and Krystn were busy. I had wondered if they would each stay in their own rooms once the sexual barrier was lifted. They were moving into Krystn's room. I knew that meant I would be doing a paint job and remodel on the room that had been Jim's.

Sandra was waiting in my office. "You Ok with them sleeping together from now on?"

"Sure. You know where I can buy two chastity belts?"

"They know to be careful."

"I'll still worry."

"What happens about going away to college?"

"Ahhh. That is the question, isn't it? We may need a family meeting." I told her about the call from Jenny. She said she was worried for both of them.

I posted a meeting request for three in the afternoon. Sam and Mark not invited. Della wanted to know what the subject would be. I wrote back... "Montana."

For some reason I was hard to find until three. No one looked for me in Sandra's basement. I wasn't hiding. Well, not too well. Sandra knew where I was, but she didn't tell.

In the meeting I outlined what I knew. I told everyone about the offer Jenny had made and the pros and cons as I understood them. Then the family discussed. Krystn started.

"I don't want you to go away! I just got you where I want you!"

"I need the education. I actually think I need to get away from these three houses for a while. Three... no, four moms and a dad are a little tough to take sometimes. How can I be a man with that much seniority around me?"

Della asked, "I can see both points. Is there any common ground?"

"Jenny lives over two thousand miles away. It isn't like he can come home on the weekends."

"Can she go with me?"

"I can't answer that question. I promised Jenny you'd call her today or tomorrow. You can ask her. I believe you should think about what you can do if the answer is no and what you'll both do if the answer is yes."

The discussion went on for over an hour. In the end Jim decided he was going to Montana. If Krystn couldn't go with him she would stay home and work hard to graduate and get some skills she could use to help Jim pay the bills when she joined him after she graduated. I promised to bring him home for Christmas. Then he went to my office and called Jenny. Krystn started to go with him, then stopped and let him go alone. She sat between Sandra and Della and they held her in their arms. 

We heard the door to my office close. I looked at the clock and it showed 1:18pm. The room was quiet and we didn't move. Krystn looked over at me about every five minutes. Her eyes were hopeful... and filled with tears that didn't fall. I wanted to comfort her and knew there was nothing I could say or do that would help.

At 1:45 Margie got up and went to the kitchen. I followed her. We made sandwiches and iced tea. After she made the first sandwich she came to me and we hugged. She made another sandwich and we hugged again. After the sixth sandwich the door opened to my office and Jim came out. He held a pad of paper and walked slowly to the living room. In the doorway he stopped and looked up, at Krystn.

At that moment my phone rang. Jim turned and ran back to my office and answered. His foot swung the door closed and we were left is suspense again. It was 2:10. I remembered being in school and watching the clock as it crept toward three o'clock. Watching makes it go slower. 

We delivered the plate of sandwiches and the iced tea. No one ate or drank anything. I sat in my chair and Margie sat in my lap. I love how she feels when she cuddles in like that but at that precise time it wasn't much comfort.

When I heard the door open again I looked again at the clock. 2:34pm. Jim walked slowly to the living room and Krystn stood. He took her in his arms and said, "I talked to Jenny and to Mr. and Mrs. Whitcom. They own the ranch where I'll be working. Jenny says she has room for Krystn, if she knows something about child care, cooking and cleaning."

Just as Krystn started to whoop he stopped her. "She doesn't have room until October."

Krystn calmed down and her eyes filled again. "The second call was from the Whitcom's. They need me next week. I need to fly to Butte before Sunday and they'll gather me there. As we talked I told them about loving Krystn and Mrs. Whitcom asked if you know how to cook and clean. Mr. Whitcom asked if you are afraid of horses. I said I knew you could cook and clean but I've never seen you near a horse."

"I've never been on a horse."

"They decided that you can work in the ranch house with Mrs. Whitcom and I'll be a hand outside. Then in October you will move to town and in with Jenny, her kids and me. They won't pay you much, they told me. A thousand a month plus free room and board."

He kissed her. I watched two young hearts bursting with love and adventure as they jumped up and down, holding on to each other and kissing. The rest of us joined them. Whatever worries I had, I got to keep. Our two adult children had decided to leave the nest.

The rest of the day was a blur. They went shopping for a couple suitcases for Krystn and soft bags for Jim. That evening they started weeding through their clothes and possessions. Three piles were made. One for what was going with them. One for what they wanted us to store and one to give away. They made some calls to friends and those friends came and said good-bye and got the stuff that was available.

By Thursday Jim was ready to go and Krystn was, almost. She realized all her clothes were for Georgia, not Montana. She called Mrs. Whitcom and then threw almost everything away. Mrs. Whitcom said for her to bring two pair of jeans, hiking boots, socks, underwear and a jacket. The rest they would go shopping for once she arrived. When she was all packed she had only needed one suitcase.

Their flight was Saturday afternoon. We all went to Atlanta to see them off and there were lots of tears. Most of them were happy tears. A few minutes before the flight boarded Jim handed Pat an envelope. He said, "Give Momma Della back her car. You now have a great car."

Pat opened the envelope and found the keys to the Honda and the papers transferring title to her. They hugged and Pat said, "I don't know what to say. You're such a great son. I love you."

Most of the tears shed on the way home were sad tears and worried tears. I was so proud of how Jim had been so thoughtful in giving Pat his car. He just did what he saw needed to be done.

Margie and I didn't get away that weekend. The next weekend we did. I got the supplies out to the houseboat and made sure it was ship-shape before Friday. On Friday about noon my phone rang. The caller ID showed the name Whitcom. I answered on the third ring.

"Dad?"

"Yup. Hi Jim."

"Dad, I wanted to call and tell you we're Ok."

"So, are you both Ok?"

"Better than Ok. I love being here and so does Krystn. It's hard work and it seems to agree with us. We both miss all of you and the Whitcom's invite all of you to Montana for Christmas! God, that would just be the best if you would come."

"I think we'll need a family meeting or two before that decision is made."

"Tell all the moms we love them and we love you too Dad. Oh, and tell Mark and Sam I really miss both of them too."

He needed to go so we ended the call.

I typed a message for everyone on the computer and then got in the truck with Margie. I told her all about the call. She had lots of questions.  I had no answers. I knew there would be answers when we returned. Della or Sandra would call the ranch.

On the way to the lake we stopped for lunch and both had big salads. Margie was wearing white shorts and a bandana print halter top. We laughed and joked and talked about lots of things. We sat next to each other during lunch and my hand spent a lot of time on her smooth bare thigh.

The weather was bright sunshine and warm. The weather report on the radio forecast eighty-two degrees at the lake. Margie had brought a very small suitcase. I had a bathing suit in the back of the truck in a box with a flashlight, a bag of tortilla chips and four CD's. All the other food was already aboard.

As we loaded our stuff and selves onto the HB Margie and I touched each time we passed each other. I made sure we had plenty of fuel, fresh water, ice and propane. I made ready to sail and had Margie cast off the two lines that held us to the dock. She jumped aboard and climbed the ladder to perch beside me as we motored out of the marina.  We saw lots of boats of various sizes and kinds out on the lake.

"Oh, Nick this is perfect!" She raised her arms and let the breeze caress her skin and blow through her hair as I increased our speed. I pointed to a speed boat headed our way with a skier being towed behind it. We waved at the two people in the boat waved back. Margie said, "The woman is topless!"

"Look at the skier."

The woman skiing behind the boat had on a floatation vest and nothing else. Her tanned body was covered in water but no suit.

"Oh, my God! That looks sexy!"

"Feel over dressed yet?"

She stood next to me and peeled out of the halter and shorts. They got dropped to the main deck and she sat next to me.

"Honey, go below please and get a couple towels for us to sit on. Get the sunscreen too."

She kissed me and climbed down the ladder. Two minutes later she was back. I stopped the HB and pulled my suit off. We slathered sunscreen all over each other and laughed as the skier and boat came by us again, waving. We sat back down and I started us moving again.

"Where are we headed, Captain?"

"A secluded cove I know of. I think you'll enjoy it."

She slid her hand to my cock and held it as she asked, "Will the Captain be putting this inside his first mate?"

"The odds are very good that he intends to do that very thing."

I scanned the lake to avoid any other boats and noticed the ski boat headed back towards us. I pointed at it and Margie watched. When he was seventy yards from us the driver of the boat came hard about and swung the skier out near our boat. It looked fantastic, until she let go of the tow rope and splashed into the water. We were pretty close so I asked Margie, "Shall we rescue her?"

"Yes! I'd hate for her to drown!"

We both knew she wouldn't drown, but I waved at the speed boat and slid slowly to the woman in the water. Margie went down the ladder and helped her aboard. They greeted each other like old friends and Margie gave her a cold drink from our refrigerator. They both came back up where I was and I was introduced.

"Captain Nick, this is Carolyn. Nick is my husband."

She had removed the floatation vest and stood next to me with her tanned tits at my eye level. Her right nipple had a gold ring through it with a gold heart hanging from the ring. "Nice to meet you Carolyn. Have a seat, if you're not in a hurry to get back behind your boat."

Margie sat to my right and Carolyn to my left. "Do y'all come out on the lake often? Carolyn asked.

"I bought the HB last year and we've spent most of the time since then with it tied to a dock, getting her ship-shape."

"This is my first trip out on the lake with Nick." Margie said.

I noticed the speed boat creeping alongside. I climbed down and tossed him a rope so he could tie to us. Then I helped the couple from the boat transition from their boat to ours.

Carolyn and Margie came down and introductions were made. The couple from the speed boat had on suit bottoms. They came off. We invited them to enjoy some iced tea and snacks. We sat and talked for a while and no mention was made of the nudity. I made checks of where we were and our drift so we didn't do something stupid like go aground.

They complimented us on how nice the HB was and we gave them a short tour. When the tour got us onto the upper deck Carolyn asked if anyone had ever had sex up there.

Margie said, "Yes. Our son was out here last weekend with his honey and she gave him her virginity."

"And they told you about it?" Jack asked.

"I gave them the keys to the HB, knowing what would happen. They are of age and are smart enough that I'm sure they used protection and she's on the pill."

"Would you mind if we used the deck for sex?" Carolyn asked.

"The three of you?" Margie asked.

"Or, the five of us." Jack answered.

"I don't mind if y'all use the deck but we... well, my cock only goes in my wife and no other cock goes in her. Eating pussy, that's a different matter altogether."

"Oh, does that mean I could eat Margie?" Carolyn asked.

"That's between you and Margie."

"I'd rather we went inside. I'd hate to get burnt on our first day on the lake."

"Maybe we can use the top deck near sundown?" Carolyn asked.

"I'd like to move us to a better place to anchor, if y'all don't mind. There's a cove a bit north of here that would serve us well." I pointed towards it.

Jack followed my pointing and said, "I'll drive our boat and follow you. Anchoring is a good idea."  He went back into his boat, I cast him free and then I climbed back topside. The ladies went inside.

Fifteen minutes later I was anchored and Jack's boat tethered to the HB. As he came on board again I noticed he had a ring and heart piercing his scrotum.

"So, I gather that Carolyn is your significant other?"

"Because of the jewelry?"

I nodded.

"Well, the honest answer is that Carolyn is my wife's girlfriend. Launa bought the rings for both of us when I finally accepted that I was not her "one-and-only."

We sat at the outside table under the shade of the upper deck and talked.

"How long did it take you to get to acceptance?" I asked.

"Months. I knew Launa was seeing someone but I didn't know who. My macho was feeling like maybe she liked his dick better than mine, maybe he was a better lover... I'm sure you can imagine the thoughts I had."

"And?"

"And, one Friday afternoon I got a call from Launa at work and she said she wanted me to meet her and her lover at a resort here at the lake. She had reserved a cabin for us for the weekend. She had packed for both of us and all I needed to do was drive up here and knock on the cabin door." He took a breath and continued.

"When I drove up I thought about what I should do when I met her lover. Hit him, shake hands, yell at him? I got to the door and almost couldn't knock. Launa's car wasn't parked in front of the cabin, a midnight blue Corvette was there. Top down. My three year old Ford that needed a wash job was next to it. I was intimidated. I did knock and heard a squeal from inside. Seconds later the door flew open and Launa and Carolyn stood there naked!"

"How'd you feel?"

"She's beautiful! I felt like I was totally out of my element. Another guy I can fight and maybe keep Launa, but a beautiful woman? I deflated like a balloon. Launa jumped to me and said, "I want you to meet Carolyn. You are not in competition with her. I invited you here so we could both fuck her, both enjoy her."

"How long ago was this?"

"August eighth, last year. By the end of October Carolyn had moved into our house and we were living as a family."

"You enjoy both of them?"

"Yes, and often. They're both bi-sexual and so there's more sex in our house than anywhere else in Georgia."

"I wouldn't bet on that if I were you. Maybe, if you say more sex than in your town."

"Oh? That sounds intriguing."

At that moment the three women joined us. Margie sat on my lap, Launa sat on Jack and Carolyn sat in an open chair.

"Have you boys been getting to know each other?" Launa asked.

"We have started." Jack answered.

"I think we have a new sister." Launa said.

"Oh?"

"Yes. She's bi, lives in a bi-relationship with Nick and her sisters. They've been together with Nick for almost a year. She loves being eaten and eats pussy like she's been doing it for all her life."

Jack looked at Margie and me, back and forth as Launa talked with his jaw dropping farther and farther.

"I thought I was the luckiest man in Georgia! I may not be, but I know him!" He stood and offered me his hand to shake. I shook it and said, "Any man who is loving and being loved is the most loved, luckiest man in Georgia or anywhere else. We have the best relationships possible. Have you looked around and seen how many people around us are unhappy?"

"It's sad, isn't it?" Carolyn asked.

"Too many people trying to bend themselves into something that doesn't fit. When I read something or hear people talking on the radio they make me sad." Margie added.

"Nick, how did they convince you that loving more than one woman would work?" Jack asked.

Between Margie and I we told the story of the camping trip and how I was introduced to the family. All three asked good questions and weren't negative about the sisters loving each other or about adding Pat to the family.

The sun dipped behind the bluff at the edge of the lake and Jack took that as a signal to move to the upper deck. He went up and I handed the chairs up to him. Since the table was plastic too it wasn't heavy so we lifted it as well.

Margie asked, "Would y'all like to stay for dinner? We can fix something simple and eat on the upper deck."

It took less than half a minute for our guests to decide to stay. Jack hugged Carolyn and said, "I'd like dessert before dinner, if that's Ok."

Margie looked and me and said, "I've never been had by the Captain of this vessel on the upper deck. I'd like it very much, Sir, if you would change that."




Leaving the Navy Ch. 09



I stood and she molded her body to mine. We kissed and Launa asked, "Can I feel free to kiss and suck wherever and whoever I may like?" She saw lots of nods. 

Margie spread a towel on the deck and put herself on it. Her legs opened and she said, "You'll slide right in, Captain Sir. They both got me good and wet."

She was right. I knelt between her open legs and slid home in one smooth stroke. Her hands immediately tweeked my nipples and Launa saw her do it. She joined us and tweeked Margie's nipples.

"Oh yes! That's wonderful!" Margie said. I looked up and saw Jack on his back and Carolyn above him squatting on his hardness. His hands held her tits. She was looking all around as she lifted and lowered her cunt on his cock.

"Bite me." Margie said. Launa had her tit in her mouth so I assumed she was talking to her. The nearly instantaneous moan let me know I was right and that Launa was biting her just perfectly.

"Margie, I want you to eat Launa. Will you do that for me?"

"Aye, Aye, Captain!"

"Launa, kneel over her and lower your puss to her tongue. You can hold her ankles for support." She smiled and moved to my directions. Soon the wet noises increased as well as the moans and groans from all of us.

When I looked over Carolyn and Jack were watching us as they continued to fuck. They changed positions and Carolyn was taking Jack from behind.

Margie squeezed my cock hard. Her body was beginning to shake and I knew she was close. Launa was repeating her mantra, "Oh, so good! Suck harder, my sweet!"

As the juices pulsed inside me and headed for Margie's waiting womb I heard a noise and turned a little towards it. It was the harbor patrol! I pulled back and out of Margie and shot the rest of my load onto her belly and Launa's torso. When I stood the flashlight beam from the patrol boat caught me and I heard the person holding the light laugh.

"Are we interrupting?" Her voice asked, still giggling.

"Another minute or two would have been nice." I responded.

"I need for everyone to show themselves and let me know this is consensual."

Launa stood. "I asked for it!"

Margie stood next to Launa. The cum was evident on both of them. "I asked for it, too."

Then Jack and Carolyn stood and he said, "It was my idea."

Carolyn said, "I want more!"

The voice from the patrol boat asked, "Are you staying in the cove for the night?"

Margie answered, "We are."

Jack answered, "We haven't talked about it."

"If you're boating after dark you need running lights and you need to navigate pretty well to get back to the marina. Can you do that?"

"I'm not sure." Jack said.

Launa said, "We're going in as soon as we get dressed. Thank you for the reminder." She looked at Jack and Carolyn and said, "Nick and Margie came out here for some private time. Let's go."

Very quickly they gathered their few belongings, a floatation vest, a swim suit and a bikini bottom and got back in their boat. I held the rope until they were in. I made eye contact with Jack and said, "If you want to come back at about noon, we'd like that."

All three waved and Carolyn said, "We'll bring lunch!" They started the motor and followed the patrol boat out of the cove. One more minute and even the sounds of the boats were gone.

Margie looked at me and said, "I didn't know there were others living in multiple relationships, like us."

"I don't know how many are like us. Launa and her partners seem to be in more of a shared sexual experience. We're creating and having a family, with kids and futures and ..."

"Sex! And all the care and nurturing we need. Can we go inside and snuggle?"

"Are we ever going to have dinner?"

"Can we snuggle for a little while and then I'll make dinner?"

"I thought one of the reasons for us coming out here was so I could focus on taking care of you."

"Snuggle me. We can argue about dinner while we snuggle." She led me to our cabin and we climbed into the bed. She maneuvered me so I was on my back and she fit herself along my right side. She pulled a sheet up over us and sighed.

"That's more like it."

Minutes passed and I felt myself slowing down, heading for sleep. "Honey, if we don't do something pretty soon I'm going to sleep."

"What had you planned for dinner?"

"I have all the fixins for a shrimp Louie salad including some French bread and a nice wine."

"Ok. I'll come to the kitchen and watch my chef work his magic. Shrimp Louie sounds wonderful." It was.

We sat outside, eating, listening to the night sounds and talking about whatever Margie wanted to talk about until it was pretty late. We talked about Jim and Krystn, about how Mark and Sam were doing and about Pat. Finally we walked inside and went back to bed.

All evening I held her hand, touched her often and spent time massaging her feet. When we got into bed I spread lotion on her back and worked it in. She purred and I added attention to her neck and shoulders. When we both knew I was about done with her neck and shoulders she said, "I think the skin of my breasts is a bit dry. Would you mind putting lotion there too?"

My answer was given with both hands. Since she said the skin of her breasts might be a bit dry I figured her belly and hips might be in need of some preventive care before they became dangerously dry as well. As I was finishing up she spread her legs and said, "My puss has a different problem. It's very wet... and needy."

"Does it need a cock or a tongue?"

"Oh, I think a tongue first and then maybe a hard cock."

I shifted around and buried my face between her legs. Her perception of being wet was accurate and I lapped up lots of her delicious nectar. We were in no hurry and I licked and sucked her inner sanctum for a very long time. 

Her hands held my head and she whispered, "Please be inside me. I have an idea that I'd like to fall asleep with you inside me."

I shifted again and entered her. I moved us both so we could be comfortable if we did fall asleep. She guided our bodies until I was on my back and she was lying on top of me. I moved a pillow so it was covering one of my shoulders and her head was on top of it. If either of us moved at all my cock gently moved in and out of her.

It was well after dawn when a boat came into the cove and the ripples from it's wake bounced us enough to wake me. Margie was still on top of me. The sun was up, a slight breeze touched us and I heard the sounds of the boat outside.

Margie woke and lifted her head. "It's morning."

"Yup. I think you're right. We have a visitor in the cove. I'd better take a look."

She rolled to her right and I got up. I walked the two steps to the window and looked out. A small two seat ski boat was turning and it looked like it was quietly coming alongside. Something about the two guys in the boat didn't feel right.

I moved to the closet and retrieved the 9mm Glock I had hidden there. I whispered to Margie to get into the closet and sit on the floor. I went to the kitchen and sat where I wouldn't be seen too easily. 

I felt the boats touch and felt one guy transfer to the HB. He moved slowly and quietly through the sliding door and into the HB. He carried a baseball bat in one hand. Margie's purse was on the seat of a chair. He saw it and slowly moved to get it. Once he picked it up I slid the slide back and chambered a round.

He froze. He heard the sound and didn't see me or the weapon.

"If you take one step, I'll shoot you where you stand."

He didn't even look around.

"Put the purse back into the chair." He did it very slowly.

"Quietly lay the bat on the deck by your feet." He did it without a sound.

"Take off your clothes." He didn't move. I repeated the command. He took of the t-shirt and swim suit. "Put them on the floor by the chair." He did as he was told.

"Lay on the deck, face down, spread eagled." He complied slowly and carefully. I moved close to him and used the butt of the 9mm to knock him out. Then I quickly tied his feet together and looped the end of the rope around his balls. If he tried to stand up he'd pull his own balls off.

Satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere I moved slowly to the rear outside deck and suddenly stood where the driver of the boat could see me. The 9mm aimed at his head. He looked up and his mouth dropped open.

"Shut off the boat." He looked at the dashboard of the boat. I knew he had thoughts of gunning the motor and leaving his friend.

"The bullet will hit you before the boat goes three feet. Shut it off." He did.

"Take off your clothes standing in the bow."

"What?"

"Take off your clothes."

He stood and moved forward, then took of his t-shirt and suit. 

"Jump in."

He jumped into the water. He jumped away from both the house boat and his boat. I jumped into his boat, grabbed the keys and the rope and jumped back to the HB. He was treading water ten feet away from either boat. I tied his boat to the HB. 

I pointed to the ladder leading from the water onto the HB. "Come aboard." He started swimming. I called out, "Margie, pull some clothes on and please come help me."

Less than a minute and she was beside me. "Sweety, get some rope from the locker and tie this guy to the outside railing." I pointed to the railing I meant. She got the rope and then got close to me, whispering, "I don't know how to tie knots."

"Know how to shoot?"

"Yes!"

"There's a round in the chamber and the safety is off. You point it at him. If he doesn't behave nice, shoot his dick!" She smiled. He wet himself. When he was done I moved him to the ledge on the outside of the railing of the rear deck. I tied his ankles to two uprights of the railing. That had him spread his legs a ways and then I tied his wrists to the same uprights using the railing itself as a further anchor, so he couldn't get loose. I carried his buddy out on the rear deck and secured him to the opposite railing. He was starting to come around.

The guy standing outside the railing asked, "What are you going to do to us?"

"What were you going to do to us?"

"Nothing! He just went aboard to see who was here."

"Wrong. He came aboard carrying a baseball bat and he lifted my wife's purse. You wanted to rob us. So far I have robbed you of your dignity. I have further plans for you."

I took the 9mm from Margie and told her to climb up to the controls and get ready to drive the HB to the marina. I hauled up our anchor and Margie started the engine. Slowly she turned us towards the lake and we moved out of the cove. I sat in a chair facing my prisoners.

After fifteen minutes Margie called out, "There's a patrol boat headed our way."

"Stop the houseboat, Honey. Just stay at the controls." Both men looked very concerned.

The patrol boat pulled near enough to clearly see the situation. The officer driving the boat called to me.

"Anyone hurt?"

"I had to bonk this one in the head. He's awake."

"We'll follow you into the marina."

"Ok."

I left the chair and climbed up to sit beside Margie. I took the controls and headed for the marina. 

"Nick, you're still naked."

"Right! Without disturbing their clothes or the bat could you go down and get me a suit?"

"Aye, Aye, Captain." She stood and started down the ladder. She stopped and said, "You are my hero, again."

A minute or so later I stood and pulled on the suit. The patrol boat was just a little ways behind us. At the buoy I slowed and moved to the dock near the Harbor Master's office. Three officers waited for us on the dock. When I was close they came aboard. We left Mutt and Jeff tied while we talked. I told them what happened and they bagged the purse and Mutt's clothes. We could have the contents of the purse after the outside was fingerprinted. One officer took the bag and left. One took Mutt and Jeff's boat and tied it to the other side of the dock. A woman officer from the patrol boat came aboard and looked the two men over.

"Nice job of tying. I'll remember the technique. A man would have to be on fire to try to get loose."

"I'd guess he has about half an hour more before the damage done by the ropes will be permanent. Maybe he should be untied."

The woman pulled a knife from a sheath at her belt and moved to him. As she held the rope she asked, "Have you had a vasectomy?"

He shook his head. She said, "If you don't want one, stay still." He did.

As soon as he was cut free she cuffed him. She moved him to the dock. Twenty or more people were standing on the dock and a few laughed when she helped a nude man in cuffs onto the dock. When he was on the dock she looked him in the face and said, "Stay. Don't sit. Don't lie down. Stay. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She came back on board and freed the other man. She marched him onto the dock and marched both naked men up to the office and inside. The other officers asked us some questions, looked at my permit for the weapon and let me put it away. I put it back where I kept it. Margie was ok until the officer who had moved Mutt's boat came back and showed the lead officer the .357 he had found in the boat. Then Margie started shaking.

I put my arm around her and she calmed down fairly quickly.

I asked the lead officer, "Can we go? This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend for us. I'd like to see if it still can be."

"Going back to the cove?"

"Yeah, if that's Ok."

"Sure. If we need to talk to you, we know where to find you. And, Thanks. You did good."

They jumped to the dock and we moved back, turned and headed away. Half an hour later we were in the cove and anchored. We got naked and swam a little then got out and were having some iced tea when another speed boat came into the cove.

Margie looked scared until she recognized Jack driving the boat.

They tied up to us and Carolyn was already talking.

"You guys missed all the excitement. Someone tried to rob someone out on the lake. They got caught and the harbor patrol has them in custody. We heard all about it in the market this morning."

"Wow!" I said, "Was anyone hurt?"

"No. The lady in the market said the guy they tried to rob had a gun and he brought them in all tied up and naked!"

"Naked?" Margie asked.

"That's what the lady said."

"I'm naked. Nick's naked. Maybe that will start a trend." They quickly finished getting naked themselves. Jack got the supplies for lunch and we talked of other things while we made lunch.

We sat on the top deck to eat and we talked about living as a family, bigger than two people. They asked about how we dealt with some of the problems they had bumped against and we gave them answers that had worked for us. 

Carolyn leaned over to Margie and caressed her breast. I smiled and Margie returned the caress to Carolyn. Jack said, "I love watching women love each other."

At that moment we heard a boat. Carolyn withdrew her hand from Margie and we watched the patrol boat slide alongside.

"Sorry to intrude but we need a little clarification. The addresses you gave us don't match. 1832 and 1834 Raincloud. Which is it?"

"1832 is my office address and 1834 is the house. Sorry."

"Oh. Ok. Thanks." The patrol boat moved away, turned and in seconds was gone.

Jack looked at me and said, "They tried to rob you." It wasn't a question.

I nodded. The next half hour was a retelling of the saga. When I'd had enough I jumped overboard from the top deck. Margie followed me in. We came up face to face and she said, "I understand why you didn't want to say it was us."

"It makes what happened a bigger deal than it needs to be. I'd rather think about loving than being robbed."

"Me too. Think we can get them off the subject?"

"Yup." We swam to the ladder and hauled ourselves out of the lake. I got the sunscreen and slathered Margie and then she slathered me. Launa came down from the top deck and said, "Jack is busy doing Carolyn. I wondered if maybe I could be with you?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Last night I got such a little taste of Margie that all it did was make me want more. I wonder, could I have more?"

"Would you mind that I suck Nick while we do that?"

"Not if I can have a taste of him as well."

I walked to our bedroom and Margie put herself on the bed. Launa knelt between Margie's legs and immediately started lapping at her juices. I moved to Margie's head and her mouth welcomed me in as her hands made my balls welcome as well.

When I was good and hard I reached to Launa's ass and thought that, if I could reach, I'd play with her pussy. What I could reach was the pucker of her ass. The instant I touched it she lifted her face from Margie's puss and said, "Take my ass! I love feeling something shoved in my ass!"

My finger pushed in. No lube, just willingness. It went in one knuckle, then stopped. I pulled it out. I reached into the nightstand and got the lube. A big dollop on my finger and I pushed it back inside Launa.

Her attachment to Margie's puss became frantic and noisy. She realized I was having some difficulty reaching her ass so she shifted into an almost sixty-nine posture. I had easy access to her ass and pussy. The finger of my left hand became the fingers of my left hand, shoved in her ass. When it was three fingers she was moving and making me believe she was about to cum from having my fingers moving round in her ass.

Margie arched and screamed with my cock in her mouth. She was taken by the orgasm Launa gave her. Launa was close. I used the thumb of my right hand to enter her pussy, reaching for her g-spot. She lifted her head and moaned loudly and said, "Jesus! Fill me up! I'm cumming!!" 

She shook and arched and froze for long seconds and then she flooded Margie, my lower body and the bed. She moaned again and collapsed on top of Margie. I withdrew my thumb and fingers from her and helped her off Margie. 

"Help! Help! Nick, I think I'm drowning!" Margie said, giggling as she said it. Launa was awake and limp as a rag. All three of us were wet from her cum. I picked Launa up and carried her out on the rear deck.

"I'm sorry, Nick. I made a mess."

"Time for clean up!" I said as I tossed her into the cove. In the air her legs and arms spread and she screamed. She splashed and came right back up laughing. I jumped in after her and she swam to me.

"How can I thank you for the best orgasm I've had all year?"

"I'm sure, over time, we'll think of something." As I spoke her hands found my cock and began stroking me. Margie stepped out on the rear deck carrying the soaked sheets.

"What shall I do with these?"

"We'll take them home with us and wash them. Get the mattress cover as well."

She dropped the sheets on the deck and went back inside.

"Won't you fuck me?" Launa asked.

"No. My cock only fucks the women in my family. I can love you, play with you, have you play with me but I cannot fuck you." I swam to the ladder and climbed out. I helped Launa climb out. She went inside to help Margie. I sat in a chair and waited for them.

When they appeared Margie said, "Launa you should drop to your knees and suck Nick until he fills your mouth with cum."

"I want him to fuck me."

"What you want is not important right now. He gave you a gift. He won't ask for payment or anything but I know he didn't cum before you flooded us out. Either you suck him because you know it's that right thing to do or..."

"No threats, Margie. If she doesn't want to suck me I understand. I won't get blue balls. I won't suffer. I will remember."

Margie dropped to her knees between my knees and sucked in my entire shaft. When she pulled back she said, "Fill me, please. Take me wherever you wish Master. I will do whatever pleases you."

I shifted and put my cock back in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down faster and faster.

"Margie, suck my balls, please."

Her hand held my cock and she somehow got both my balls into her mouth. Her tongue played with them and she sucked. Then she went back to fucking my cock with her face. Launa watched as if she had never seen anything like what she was seeing.




Leaving the Navy Ch. 09



Launa looked at my face and asked, "Please, Master, may I suck you and drink your seed?"

"Margie, let Launa suck me. You may straddle my face and I'll eat you." I slipped to the deck and Margie straddled my face. Launa took my cock in her mouth. Margie began coaching her.

"He likes it when you suck hard, bitch. Suck hard."

"Can you take him deeper? Faster? Feel how he's swelling in your mouth? Use your tongue on his slit."

Then she spoke to me. "Master, I love what you do to me. I love your tongue. I'm so close."

"Master, may I cum? May I cum for you?"

"Cum for me! Fill my mouth."

She shuddered and came. I drank everything she gave me. Launa was working my cock in every way she could think of. I was close.

"Launa, stop!" She did. I pulled out and stood up, "Now suck me. I'm going to cum!" She took me in all the way down in her throat and I shot load after load into her. After the second pulse she pulled back so I was filling her mouth.

When I stopped giving her anything Margie pulled her off me and stuck her tongue into Launa's mouth. They kissed for a long time and Margie pinched and pulled Launa's tits as they kissed. They both moaned.

The kiss ended and both women collapsed on the deck. I looked up and both Jack and Carolyn were standing by the ladder watching. No one spoke for a long time.

Carolyn was the first to speak. "I'm getting hungry."

Jack responded, "What would you like?"

"Chinese food!" She said and heads nodded. 

Jack found and put on his swim suit. "I'll be back in less than an hour." He jumped to his boat and they flew out of the cove.

We cleaned up, stowed the wet sheets and things and made the HB a home again. When we sat again Carolyn asked, "Can I ask questions?"

"That's one."

"What was all that Master stuff?"

Margie spoke. "Inside every sexual relationship there is a power dynamic."

I added, "Inside every relationship, not just the sexual ones."

Margie continued, "I love acknowledging that I freely let Nick have the power in our relationship. When I say Master, I mean it. Whatever you want, it's yours. You want me to drink your seed, I love it. You want my ass, I'll hold it open for you. Whatever you want."

"Launa said it too."

"I meant it. God, there is something so powerful and so erotic about giving him that power, that control. I felt so safe, so cared for." Launa said. 

"We never do it at home." Carolyn said.

"Do you feel safe enough to give Jack absolute power over you?"

"No. He would want my ass and no one has ever done me there."

"Anal sex isn't about a dick in your ass. It's about trust. If you trust the person, you'll relax and they will care for you. I put three fingers in Launa. She enjoyed giving her ass to me. I knew it was a gift."

"Why with Nick and not Jack?"

"Answer the question yourself. Why not Jack?"

"I don't trust him to love me. All he wants is to be able to say he fucked my ass."

I looked at Margie. "Honey, have I ever been in your ass?"

"Yes."

"Was I fucking your ass or was I loving you?"

"You were loving me and filling my ass." She paused. "I'd like you to fill my ass again, Sir."

Carolyn asked, "Sir?"

"Another way to tell Nick I will do anything."

"And there are how many wives in your family?" Launa asked.

"Four. Three of us are biological sisters and Pat is new."

"Are all of you like this with Nick?"

"Yes. And with each other."

"I want in." Carolyn and Launa said at the same moment.

I spoke. "I will do whatever I and my family can do to assist you in creating a family of trust. I cannot let you give up the lives you have to join us. I can tell you this, if you become a family of trust, you will be in our family."

"And if we are in your family will you let me give you my ass?" Carolyn asked.

I sat quietly for a long time and Margie answered, "Yes."

"That is why my orgasm with the two of you was so powerful. It was more than your fingers and thumb it was the energy. It was the safety... it was the love."

Jack arrived with two large bags of Chinese food. We ate and the conversation continued. Jack didn't get it for quite a while. I finally realized that Jack didn't love either of his women. He liked them, liked having the freedom to live with and have sex with both of them, liked feeling like the big man, but he didn't love them.

"Jack, do you think Margie and I have something wonderful in our relationship?"

"You both seem happy. Yeah."

"Is there something missing in your relationship with either Carolyn or Launa?"

"Something missing?"

"Like plum sauce."

"Huh?"

"You pick up the egg roll and you dip it in the plum sauce before each bite. That's the way it's best, for you. If you bite the egg roll without plum sauce it would be good but there would be something missing."

"Yeah."

"What's missing in the relationship between you and Launa?" Margie asked.

Jack looked at Margie and then at Launa, then back at Margie.

"Am I supposed to answer that?"

"Yes." Launa said.

"What's missing is me feeling like I'm enough. I want Launa to love just me."

Carolyn leaned into the conversation. "You mean you have resented me from the day you found out about me?"

"Not you, personally. I believe my wife should love me, not and me and someone else."

"How much sex did you have the year before I met Launa?"

"We did it about once a month."

"And how much sex do you have now?" Carolyn asked.

"At least four times a week."

"So, what are you complaining about?"

Launa answered, "He's complaining about the same thing we are. We have plenty of sex, it's love we don't have." She paused and when I saw Margie about to speak I shook my head just enough to stop her. Launa continued, "I felt loved and accepted by both Nick and Margie. They care how I feel and that my needs are met. They want me to feel loved. We've been with them less than two days and I feel more love from them than from either of you."

"I love you, Launa." Jack said.

"We never talk about how someone loves another person. Jack, what would love look like if I loved you?"

"I'd be taken care of, touched and looked after. I'd... I don't know." The look on his face was priceless. He honestly didn't have an answer.

Margie spoke. "I knew we had a shot with Nick when we met him. We were camping and he camped next to us. He wanted to help with the kids, with making dinner and later with having us feel good. His focus wasn't on his pleasure it was on us. It's been over a year and his focus is still on us. He gives more than any man we've ever known."

"I want that." Carolyn said.

Launa nodded. Jack looked at me for a long time without saying anything.

The sex you had with both of them this morning was loud and wet. They both came and flooded the boat. You didn't cum. And, that's Ok with you?"

"Cumming is the end goal of fucking to make babies, and fucking when it's about me. Margie's orgasm, Margie feeling cared for, held and nurtured is much better than just filling her puss with my stuff. I went eight months aboard ship without cumming once. I know I won't die."

"Last night when we went to bed Nick was inside me and it was so great to fall asleep with him holding me and being inside me."

"I never even thought of sex like that." Jack said.

"My life with Margie and our family isn't just about sex. It's about living together as a family so that each person gets their needs met, each feels taken care of, each..."

"...gets to be a gift to everyone else!" Margie added.

"So, why are you out here with just Margie?" Jack wanted to know.

"Because there are times when each person needs individual care, individual time and focus. Next weekend I'll be doing something with Sandra and a bit later with Della and Pat too."

Carolyn asked, "When is it your turn?"

I smiled and said, "Always. When I'm giving, I'm getting. When I brought Margie out here I planned the weekend, food, everything. I get to give it all to her. All my focus is on her. That's where I get to live in joy. Giving to her."

"Could you excuse us for a little while?" Launa asked.

"How long would you like?"

"An hour," Carolyn said.

"Sure. We can give you an hour. Jack, if you can trust me, how about letting us borrow your boat for an hour?"

He smiled and said, "Keys are in it. Have a good time."

We pulled on t-shirts and suits and took the speed boat. When we were out on the lake Margie said, "What do you think?"

"I think they will either invent a way to love each other within this hour or by next weekend they will no longer be a family." Margie nodded. 

We took the boat north east for half an hour, turned and headed south while checking the coastline for other good places to hang out with the HB. We found three. 

Entering the cove again I saw the three up on the upper deck. Actually, what I saw was Jack's upper body and two female feet sticking up. I shut down the motor and we slowly drifted to the HB. Jack turned a little and waved. We stayed in the boat until they started down the ladder.

We met on the lower deck.

"How was the boat?" Jack asked.

"Nice. We went along the shoreline and found a couple more places to anchor the HB."

"It's fun going fast!" Margie said.

"How was your hour?"

"We have a lot to think about and a lot to work on. My whole attitude has to shift or I'm going to lose the best relationships ever."

I found my business cards and gave each of them one. "The number on the card will get me first but the email gets all of us. You can come to us for coaching or support anytime."

We hugged and they thanked us for a great weekend. Half an hour later we were alone. I hauled up the anchor and motored us to a spot half a mile out into the lake. A breeze turned the HB on the anchor and we were sitting on the lower deck in the shade. We drank iced tea relaxed and talked.

I learned that in Margie's mind our marriage was better than she ever believed her life would be. She had figured that loving her sisters had cost all of them the chance at lasting love with anyone else.

In the late afternoon I noticed all the boats headed back towards the marina.

"Margie, we have a choice to make. We can move back to the cove and spend the night, then leave for home in the morning. We can dock in the marina and have dinner there and spend the night before driving home. Or, we can dock and drive home tonight."

"Let's dock and eat in the restaurant. We can get up early and be home before noon."

"Ok. You go to the controls and I'll raise the anchor."

"Aye, Aye, Captain!"

We were completely docked before I reminded her that she was nude. She looked around and saw three men staring. She dashed inside and came out dressed. We went to the restaurant and when we were seated the waitress announced, "Your dinners are paid for. Order whatever you want. And, thanks."

"Why?" Margie asked.

"Those two rats you caught were wanted for the murder of my brother."

Margie stood and the two women hugged. When they parted I stood and hugged both of them.

"I'll still pay for dinner. The hug was thanks enough."

"The owner of the restaurant is buying your dinner. Please, let him."

We ordered and while we waited for our food we were visited by five other people. A couple visited first, they had been on the dock when we brought the men in. Then an older guy who thanked us for being good citizens. Then a couple came by and thanked us. I recognized the woman as one of the patrol officers who took the men into custody. She said both men were convinced I would kill them if they tried anything. She also told us they had confessed to the murder too.

Back in the HB Margie was gentle and caring. She took me to bed and we held each other and talked softly until we both fell asleep. When we heard people starting to move around on the docks and boats we woke up. Half an hour later the HB was all locked up and we were on our way. We stopped on the way home and had breakfast. Margie had been right, we were home before noon.

When we entered Margie's home Sandra was waiting for us. She held a newspaper clipping in her hand.

"I thought you went to have a quiet weekend?" She said.

"We did," Margie said.

"Quiet weekends don't normally make CNN and the Atlanta Journal!"

We read the account and recognized us even without a mention of our names. She wanted the whole story and she got it. Margie told her everything. We knew Della would want an accounting as well and an hour later she was done with her client and came to find us.

"I don't want to go to the lake. Someone is too famous for us to have a quiet weekend there!" She said as she came into Margie's home.

"Then pick somewhere else." I said.

"I have. I made reservations for this coming weekend. No houseboats. Hopefully no guns, CNN or newspaper reporters either."

"When do we leave?"

"Friday morning. Have the truck gassed up and ready to roll, Sailor."

"Do we get to know where you're going?" Margie asked.

"Yes, when we get back. I like surprises." Della answered.

"Ok. What do I pack?"

"Nothing. I already packed everything you'll need."

"Ok, then. I can spend the week working on the Honey-Do List and being happy. I kissed all three women and left the house. I went to my office and checked the list for my next job. I didn't see any of the women in my life until after I heard the triangle sound that dinner was ready. Dinner was at Della and Pat's. Mark sat next to Pat and talked to Fido all through the meal. He described what each kind of food tasted like and described what it looked like too.

Sam gave me a look that clearly spoke volumes about how silly she thought Mark was for talking to Fido that way. 

Margie told Pat about how great it was at the cove and how restful a weekend away could be. I gave Pat an envelope when she left the table to head for a bathroom. Inside was an invitation for a weekend away. The invitation gave her dates when we could go and suggestions for where we could go. When she came back she handed me the card and I noticed she had circled her choice. 

After Sam and Mark had headed off to get ready for bed I pulled the die out of my pocket and rolled it onto the table in front of all of us. The name showing when it stopped was "PAT". She smiled and said, "Could I get a massage tonight?"

"How many hands would you like?" Margie asked.

"At least two... but more would be fun too." She looked around the table and then said, "But you just got back. I'm asking for too much. Forget I said anything."

I spoke up. "I'm up for using my two hands. Anyone else up for using their hands on our wife's back, legs, sore feet and other parts?"

All hands went up. Margie said, "Y'all get started. I need to go home for a little while and I'll be back. I'll get Sam and Mark in bed."

She left and we helped Pat up to her bedroom. We undressed her, showered her, then lotioned and massaged her until she was asleep. I crawled into bed with her and my other wives kissed me good night and quietly closed the door as they left.

Holding Pat as my own body drifted toward sleep was delicious and my thoughts were about how blessed my life had become.



Leaving the Navy Ch. 10



[Chapters 1 through 9 are under the authorship of Scorpio44. In this chapter there is lots of sex and even more loving. It was to be the last chapter and it may be. Or it may be a long time till number 11. As always I encourage voting and comments. I also encourage you to enjoy life, sex, each other and follow the number one rule: Love.]

The next weekend began at three in the afternoon of Friday. Della found me and led me to her bedroom. Fresh clean clothes were on her bed. A set for her and a set for me. We showered, shaved and dressed. We walked to the truck with me carrying one suitcase. It wasn't very heavy at all. Inside the truck she gave me directions step-by-step and I drove. Long before dark we were north of Atlanta and pulling into a resort. The sign said, "Shady Acres Naturist and Nudist Resort."

Della had reserved a cabin for us, made reservations for dinner and had picked everything two people who didn't need clothes might need or want. In the office I saw a folded massage table leaning against a wall. I asked if it could be rented. The woman behind the desk said it was hers and that she did massages out on the lawns during the day and sometimes in the evenings.

Della asked how often she got a massage. The woman looked at both of us and said, "It's been a very long time."

"How soon can you come to our cabin?" I asked.

"I get off at seven."

"Then come at seven oh five." Della said. "We'll give you a four hand massage."

"You're serious?"

"Yes." I said, "And I want to rent the table for the rest of the evening."

"You give me a four hand massage and you will have more than paid for the rental."

"We'll need a sheet."

"I'll bring everything; a sheet for me and sheets for the two of you. Lotion?"

"If you have some, bring it. Yours is probably better than ours."

I carried the table with me and we went to our cabin. Della said, "You know I love massage."

"It is a rare and unusual woman who doesn't."

"Did you smell her?" 

"I thought that was your odor." Her lusty fragrance had touched my nose as we talked about her getting a massage.

"No. Mine is different... and you know it!" We laughed a little. I set the table up on the grass behind our cabin. I brought the bedside tables out of the cabin and put them near the massage table. We got glasses, ice and water and put them on the tables. Then Della stripped. I left my cargo shorts on.

We heard a knock at five after seven. Della let her in. They came out back and she smiled when she saw how we had things set up. I took the sheets and spread one over the table.

"Do you like starting face up or down?" I asked.

"Down."

I pointed to the table and said, "You can take everything off if you'd like." She only had on sandals. She flipped them under the table and put herself face down on the table.

"Della, would you rather have the right side or the left?"

She stepped to the lotion bottle and pumped two pumps. She stood near the foot of the table and pointed at the woman's left foot. I got lotion and stepped close to her right foot.

"I need to know your first name." I said.

"Donna."

"Donna, take a deep breath. When you feel our hands, let it out slowly. Repeat as necessary." Della said.

We lifted her feet and began at her toes. One toe at a time, beginning with the smallest. Della had been massaging her sisters since high school. I had been massaging women since I was stationed in Japan. We were a good team. We worked slowly and lightly at first. As we repeatedly worked areas we worked deeper, but never deep enough to hurt. This was relaxation. 

When Donna's legs were done Della climbed up on the table, straddling Donna's legs and began using both hands on her ass. I stepped to the head of the table and started long slow strokes on her back, working the lotion in and stretching her muscles. She moaned. When I was done with her back I did her neck.

Della climbed off the table and we helped Donna turn over. Della sensed how tight Donna's ass still was and she knew we needed to stretch those muscles. She motioned me to stay at the head of the table and she lifted Donna's legs high. When I could reach her ankles, I did and kept then coming towards me very slowly. It stretched all the muscles of her back, butt and legs. We moved her very slowly and Della kept reminding her to breathe as she used her hands to help the leg and butt muscles relax. 

We lowered her legs after the long stretch and massaged lotion onto the top of her legs. Then Della lifted her legs again and we stretched the muscles again. Five times we repeated the process. The final time her knees touched her chest.

We massaged her torso. When that was complete Della slid Donna's legs off the table at the knees and she sat between Donna's legs, faced away from her. I sat Donna up and draped her over Della. I sat behind Donna and did her neck, shoulders and back. She moaned and whispered things I couldn't understand. I didn't need to understand the words.

I leaned Donna back onto her back and Della got off the table. She opened our back door. I carried Donna inside and put her on one of the two beds in the cabin. She was asleep. We went back outside.

"We should bring the tables back inside. We can do each other tomorrow."

Quietly we moved everything inside. I saw the clock on the counter. It was ten forty-five. We showered and went to the other bed. We kissed and fell asleep.

When my eyes opened Donna was looking at me. She was on top of the other bed. I could feel Della beside me and her breathing told me she was still asleep. Donna smiled and made the hand sign for eat. I grinned and made the sign for toilet. She pointed to the bathroom. I knew where it was. As soon as I moved Della woke and said, "Are you leaving me for another woman?"

"Not a chance. I'm leaving you to water the lilies. I'll be back."

When I came back I noticed they had left room for me in the middle of the bed.

I was greeted with kisses and friendly hands. Donna said, "I've never been treated like that in my life. I've never fallen asleep in a massage. You put me in bed and I didn't know I was in bed until I woke up this morning!"

"So, you liked it?" Della asked.

"Liked it? I loved it! I want the two of you to come back often! Free!"

"We just might. We came for a get-away weekend. No phones, no computers, no work." Della said.

"I like the no clothes aspect too. Makes deciding what to wear so easy."

We got up and went to the small café for breakfast. Our new friend Donna told Bette, the woman running the café, about the massage and Bette wanted to know more about it. About halfway through the meal I realized I could come here and give massage and make some money. Donna sat across from us as we ate. About my age, well taken care of body, and naturally a great tan. I had noticed a long scar on her back when we had massaged her.

"Donna, can I ask about the scar on your back?"

"Not much to tell really. My husband needed a kidney transplant a few years ago and I gave him mine. The scar reminds me to take good care of the one I have left."

"And, where is the husband? Will he be worried that you didn't come home last night?"

"Nope. He got into a car accident two years ago and we lost him."

"We're sorry." Della said.

"The tears have dried. Life moves on. I do miss him. Sleeping alone isn't as nice as with someone special."

Bette joined in from where she was cooking, "I'll second that. It's the part I dislike the most about being a widow."

I told Donna she could have the table back for the day, if she needed it. I wouldn't want to give Della her massage until evening. She volunteered to make it a four hand massage. Bette wanted to know if she could watch. I saw no reason to say no.

We swam in the pool, relaxed on their chaise lounges and relaxed all day. During the day we also met some very nice folks from all over Georgia and other states. One couple was from Minnesota. They were looking for somewhere to winter. A lot of their friends went to Arizona for the winter but they didn't want to be like all their friends.

I grilled some chicken and veggies for our dinner. We swam again and then we gave Della her massage. Della likes massage that works deep into her muscles. It is best for her when it's right at the edge of painful and sometimes gets all the way to painful. I figured since Donna was helping I wouldn't go quite so deep. As I was working the back of her thigh, Della lifted her head and said, "Dig in deep. You're treating me like I'm fragile."

Donna was working the other thigh and as she worked she saw what I was doing and matched me. Della moaned and said, "Yes!"

I crawled up on the table, straddling Della's legs and worked her ass and back. Donna did her arms and hands. As I leaned forward to put my hands on Della's shoulders my cock rested in the junction where her legs and the crack of her ass met. By the fifth stroke I was hard.

Donna got very close to Della's ear and whispered. Della responded. I kept working. Donna pumped more lotion into her hands and got it warm then she came beside the table and spread Della's ass with her hands. She spread lotion all over my cock and aimed me into Della. I kept massaging Della's back and every time I leaned forward I pushed deeper into her ass.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings. I also enjoyed the sounds Della was making. Moans and groans that clearly said she was enjoying the massage. I wanted to finish the massage. I wanted to cum in her ass too but that wouldn't be good as a part of the massage. Maybe later.

When I pulled back out of Della I opened my eyes and realized that Donna and Bette were right there and had watched. Hell, Donna had helped me into Della!

It was easy, getting off the table so Della could turn over. I wasn't quite ready for the warm, wet cloth that Donna wrapped around my cock to clean me. She did a careful and tender scrubbing of my still hard cock and then turned and took the cloth into our cabin. 

Della had turned over and was lying on her back. I used the same stretch on her that we had used on Donna the night before. Her legs touched her chest on the second lift. She was a lot more relaxed than Donna had been.

Donna came back out and climbed onto the table facing Della's ass and the backs of her legs. I stood at the head of the table holding Della's ankles. Donna lotioned her hands and applied them to the backs of Della's thighs. She pressed deep into the stretched muscles and Della moaned in pleasant response. We worked very slowly.

I lifted Della's legs and leaned forward a little. She turned her head and found my cock, sliding it into her mouth. I leaned back and she sucked to keep my cock in her mouth. Donna had seen what Della did and in response she ran a finger in Della's crease. Della moaned and shuddered.

Donna waited a few seconds with her finger at the bottom of Della's crease. She slowly pressed in a little and moved her finger towards Della's clit. She twisted her finger slowly as she moved it upwards. I held Della's legs together, increasing the pressure of her now swelling puss on the finger touching her.

Della held my cock in her mouth but had stopped sucking. Her focus was on the slow moving finger in her puss. I watched and when Donna's finger started back towards Della's clit I said, "When she touches your clit, cum for us."

Donna leaned close and I knew Della could feel Donna's breath on her pussy. Her body began to shake and shiver. Donna touched her clit and Della gasped, shook hard and moaned from deep inside. Donna looked at me and lowered her face into the crease and I knew she was sucking on Della's clit. 

Della's hand grasped the sides of the table. She thrashed a little and took breaths in great gasps, noisy gasps. Donna backed away and helped me lower Della's legs.

Donna came to me and stood close. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she softly asked if she could suck me. Della opened her eyes and whispered, "Yes!"

Donna dropped to her knees and sucked me into her wet mouth. It did not take more than seconds and I unloaded into her mouth. I attempted to be quiet. I needed to sit down and Bette had placed a chair behind me. I sat. Donna and Bette kissed and shared the juices Donna had gathered from Della and me. Their hands went to each other's pussies and very quickly they both shuddered and almost fell. I wrapped my arms around both women and held them up until they were stable.

Della sat up on the table and said, "I'm glad we came here. I'm glad we met both of you. Now, I'm thirsty."

Bette got all of us water and we all gulped it down. We had again spent over two hours on the massage and there were no regrets. We sat and talked for a while. Donna asked what time we needed to leave.

Della and I shared a look and she answered, "After lunch, I guess. We do need to be home for dinner with the family."

"The family?" Bette raised an eyebrow.

Della shrugged and said, "The family. Three sisters, one of who is pregnant and two little kids. That's our family."

"All in one house?"

"No. We share three houses, side by side."

"Where is the husband of the pregnant sister?"

"He's run off with one of the other sisters for a weekend of fun." Della said, pointing at me.

"What?" Bette and Donna said, suddenly angry.

"Calm down." Della said. "Pat knows and is quite Ok with what we're doing. Nick was married to me before he was married to Pat. He takes each of us away sometimes and pampers us as individuals. At home, he takes care of all of us."

They listened to Della but they looked at me.

Bette asked, "Are you in some cult?"

"No. We're a family." I said. "I met three loving sisters who had spent their entire lives together. Getting married normally meant breaking up the family, forcing one of them to choose the love of the family they'd known all their life or being with a husband. I think what we have is better. They keep the close connection and I get to love them all."

"Most men can't live with one woman. You're living with four?"

"Yup. I have four great coaches, four great companions, four wonderful lovers, four different challenges and I love every minute of it."

Della added, "It was tough at first. We weren't used to having a man around all the time. We all had to make adjustments. I just kept asking myself if I'd be happier without him. I never got a yes to the question. Now, I don't even ask the question. I love Nick. I know he loves me. I know he loves my sisters too. I know he was more worried about being Dad to our kids than being a husband to us. That is a big thing."

"Nick," Donna asked, "Do you have a brother?"

"Hundreds. I spent twenty years in the Navy. I have hundreds of brothers. Are they like me? I doubt it."

"Can they be trained?"

"I think many of them could be. If you showed them what life could be like if they got trained, they just might let you train them."

"When are you opening the school?" Bette asked.

"I'm not."

"Why not?"

"Men need to be trained by women. I can teach a man how to be a seaman, a warrior, fight fires and save lives. He needs to learn loving from a woman. It's just my opinion, but that's how I feel."

"Oh." Bette sat quietly thinking. Donna was already quiet. After a minute or so Donna asked, "Could you get any of your brothers to come here?"

"That, I might be able to do." I thought about who.

"How do you feel about a man with scars?"

"Scars?"

"The last few months of being in the Navy I was in I was in the hospital. I got really close to those men. All of us were healing from injuries. Some were worse than mine. No, most were worse than mine. If I invited someone down it would be one of those guys."

"Would I end up being his nurse?"

"No. Well, maybe sometimes. Some need to be really careful about what they eat or how much time they are in the sun. Some need to be on a strict schedule of exercise. Some need to take care of their stumps, walk with a cane, or use a wheelchair."

"I'm interested. I want what I see that Della and her sisters have. It would help if he was able bodied enough to help around here."

"Ok then. I don't know if anyone will come but I'll invite a couple guys and who knows?"

"You asked what time we needed to leave. Why?"

"To be honest, I like having the two of you around. And, at that precise moment I was thinking that you did me and we did Della but you haven't had a massage."

"I took Della away for a weekend to pamper her. I get by giving to her. I already got a bonus by getting to give to you too."

"He also got a little oral care a little while ago." Della mentioned.

"Yes, thank you."

"I have to admit, working and living here, I've seen hundreds of cocks but yours is the first I've tasted since Max died. I liked his and I like yours too."

"I've never tasted a cock in my life, but I liked the taste of you. I liked watching you love my sister and your wife. When you come back I'd like to taste you directly." Bette said.

"You're sisters?" Della asked.

"Just for all her life." Donna said.

"I see the resemblance." I said.

"How? No one sees any resemblance!" Bette asked.

"The nipples. You each have two. Just like sisters."

We all laughed and Della said, "I have two."

"Are you a sister?" I asked.

She nodded and I beckoned. She straddled my lap and fed one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked it in and wrapped my arms around her body. Bette and Donna stood up and Donna said, "Come on sis. You're too young to watch such behavior."

"What's he going to do next, sister?" Bette asked.

Della answered, "He going to leave a hickey! He's going to fuck me good and hard and hold on to me all night long, I hope."

They walked away laughing and holding hands. Della was right. When we got home the next day, the first thing she did was show Sandra the hickey on her breast. She showed Pat the one on the inside of her thigh. Pat looked at the hickey and then at me and said, "Forget throwing the die! I want you tonight! People at work and here treat me like I'll break if they even look at me strangely. I need a little rough!"

Della looked at me and said, "You bring a hard cock. I'll bring a whip! It will be fun tonight!"

"Oh! I can't wait!" Pat's eye glistened.

Margie wanted to see the hickeys and Della was happy to show them. She told her sisters all about our vacation. They conspired and left a note on my desk telling me that Pat got me every night that week. Ok by me.

In a quiet time I called Bethesda hospital and spoke to one of my friends, Mike Thompson. He was a chief who took three rounds in an accident on a helo carrier. One of his guys was repairing the weapon and when he was done he loaded it for a flight. When he closed the cover on the weapon it fired three rounds. All three stuck Mike. The three almost totally destroyed his shoulder. He had four surgeries before I left.

"Mike! It's Nick Peterson. How the hell are you?"

"Counting the days! Eighteen and a bag drag."

"They're finally cutting you loose? Where to?"

"Civilian. I can't get back to duty so they're tossing me out."

"How's the shoulder?"

"I got most of the range of motion back. It's ugly. I can swing a hammer but most of the power is gone. I needed three more surgeries after you left."

"Well, what are your plans?"

"I bought a truck from the same guy you did and it's ready to go but I have a problem."

"Which is?"

"When I drive off the base do I turn right or left?"

"South."

"Yeah?"

"I want you to come here. You won't believe my life and I want to show you what I've done."

"Tell me more."

"Ok. I'm married. I've got kids. I own a houseboat and we all have fun on it. I even have a couple women friends who want to meet you."




Leaving the Navy Ch. 10



"No shit? You told them about me?"

"Yup. You'll like both of them, I think. They own a business near where I live and they're doing Ok. Right age group and healthy in body and attitude."

"How do I get there?"

"Get a GPS in your truck and I'll give you our address. You just follow directions and Mr. Thompson, you'll be here in two days."

"So, I'll see you in twenty days!"

We talked about some of the other guys I knew and I got the line on all of them. Scnowski had died in surgery. Blake had gone home in a wheelchair and committed suicide. Williams had gone back to active duty and was on a sub chaser in the Atlantic. Nurse Wilcox transferred to Italy and got married after she got there. I gave Mike our address and phone number as well as email.

At dinner I told everyone that a friend of mine was coming for a visit. Della asked if he would be meeting Donna and Bette. I smiled and she did too. We explained to the sisters. Mark wanted to know if he was getting a new Dad. I said no, but he was getting an uncle. Sam explained what an uncle was.

After dinner that night I went back to my office and Sam followed. She crawled into my lap. It's strange how each of the women in my life like it in my lap. They are each different sizes and each fits perfectly. She snuggled in and sat still for a few moments. I waited. I had learned that each of these women will tell me what they want me to know if I wait. Prying doesn't work nearly as well.

"Daddy Nick, are you going away?"

"For a weekend."

"Uncle Mike, isn't..."

"No, he isn't coming so I can go away. He's coming because he's my friend and he has no family. He's sort of like I was when I met all of you. He's all alone. I want to introduce him to friends and maybe he'll stay and live near here."

"Sure?"

"Sure." She scooted off my lap, kissed my cheek and ran from the room. I felt my eyes fill. Sam needed my reassurance. Sandra poked her head in and said, "Sam just came to me and said not to worry. You promised not to go away."

There were tears in her eyes too.

That weekend I worked on what used to be Jim's room. With the assistance of the color committee and the décor committee I turned his room into a guest room. I made sure it was masculine enough that a salt could stay there without feeling too girly. I didn't want Mike to move in, but I did want him comfortable. Jim's bed went into Mark's room. The smaller bed he had been sleeping on went in the trash. He told everyone in the family that he was grown up enough to have Jim's bed. Another big step towards manhood.

I called Bette and Donna and told them about Mike. I gave them a date when we would come to visit. Donna asked, "Should we get waxed?"

I laughed and said I really didn't know. "Maybe you should wax just one side?"

Then we all laughed.

Every Sunday at three the phone rang in my office. The first time I was there alone and had to relay the information over and over. I also caught a bit of hell for not asking all the right questions. The second time I had everyone in my office. I put the call on speaker phone and we talked to Krystn and Jim together. We still repeated the call to each other but no one was angry with me for not asking something.

They were doing great. Krystn was becoming a ranch wife and loved it. They talked about the mountains, the animals, the way food tasted different in Montana. All my wives cried during the call. Jim spoke of everything he was learning and how good the Whitcoms were to both him and Krystn.

The Sunday before Mike was to arrive the phone rang and we had our family talk. When it ended the whole family sat in my office for a few minutes and talked some more. Pat stood first and when she turned towards the door my phone rang again. She sat back down. I answered. We were still on speakerphone.

"Nick?" It wasn't Jim.

"Yes," I said.

"This is Brian Whitcom. I want to tell you about your son and daughter. I have been ranching and growing men and women on this ranch for many years. I'm impressed. They both work hard. They act more like adults than any of the young people I've ever had here on the ranch. You and their moms have every right to be proud."

"Thank you." We said, in unison.

"Am I talking to the whole family?"

"Yup." I said.

"Good. I'm giving Jim a raise this week. He has taken to ranching like he did it in a past life or something. He surprises me almost every day. I've got two other men working with us who have grown up on ranches and Jim knows what to do without asking or being told. But, that's not really why I called."

Sandra spoke: "Why did you call?"

"I want to invite you all to come for Christmas and stay a few days. We know how many there are of you and we have room. We built a new bunkhouse this year and you can have the old one as your guesthouse, if you'll come."

"Thank you for the invitation. We'll need to talk it over and do some calculations before we answer but, I, for one would like to accept." I said.

"Can I call you Nick?"

"Sure."

"Nick, I know no one else is listening right now so I can say this to you, man to man. I think Jim and Krystn are getting married between Christmas and New Years. They haven't said so but my sources tell me they talked to a minister in town on their day off last week."

No one in my office was breathing. I thanked him for sharing that with me and we ended the call. When the click was heard the room erupted with everyone talking at once.

Ten minutes later it was still chaos. I slapped my desk and it got quiet.

"I recommend we sit with what we know and think we know and have a family meeting tomorrow night. The question on the table will be, 'Do we go to Montana for Christmas?" Arguing about weather they should get married is a lot like arguing about weather Pat should give birth. She will. They will do what they, as adults, choose to do. Our choice is weather we are there when it happens."

Sandra looked me in the eyes and said, "I want to argue about it!"

"Ok. Invite anyone who wants to argue about it to your kitchen and go argue. I'm not interested in an argument." I motioned with my hands and shooed them out of my office.

I called Mr. Whitcom back on Tuesday and told him we would be happy to come for Christmas. By email we exchanged Christmas lists and the women talked about the celebration, gifts, food and things. I made travel arrangements. We would fly to Butte and the Whitcom's would pick us up. I volunteered to rent a van for us but he said it had been a long time since I drove with snow on the road so maybe it would be safer if they did the driving.

I had trouble admitting he was right, but he was.

Mike pulled up to our gate a couple days later. It was after Mark and Sam were home from school and Mark flew into the house screaming that a truck was at our gate. I hurried out and opened the gate. Mike looked good in something besides hospital clothes. I pointed him to a good parking place and met him as he got out of the truck.

We hugged. It started as a typical man to man hug of three point two seconds and it became a longer reconnection hug. He slapped my back a few times and I slapped his good shoulder twice. We got his suitcase and went into Margie's house. That's where the guest room was. Margie let us get there and get him in before she arrived with two beers and her smile. I introduced them and she sat with us for a few minutes. She said she needed to do some things before dinner, kissed us both and left us alone.

Mike liked Margie. He asked about her and about the houses, the family and the kids. I asked about his thinking about the future. He sounded a lot like I would have sounded before I met Della and Margie on a campout.

We wandered to Sandra's house and sat in my office after a short tour. Mark came to visit us. He looked Mike over pretty carefully and said, "He looks a lot like you Daddy. Is he your brother?"

"In a way, yes."

"You aren't going away?"

"No. I'm your Dad forever."

"Ok." He put his hand out to Mike and they shook hands.

Mark looked at me and said, "He's strong. I like him."

Mike thanked him and Mark was gone. A few minutes later Sam came in and was introduced. She had a book in her hands and she asked Mike if he liked to read.

"Yes. I read a lot when I was in the hospital."

She showed him the book, "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein. "Have you read this one?"

"Nope."

She crawled into his lap and got comfortable, opened the book to the start of her favorite part and said, "Read to me please."

He read, we laughed and when the tale ended Sam kissed him, said "Thanks" and flew from the room.

"Are they always like that?"

"The day I met them Mark didn't speak. He crawled into my lap a few times, sat for a minute each time and then left to play some more. The next day he and I went to the men's room to get washed up and he asked, "Are you gonna be my Dad?"

"I think I would have teared up."

"I did."

Sandra walked in with iced tea. We accepted it and she was introduced. Mike asked good questions and barbed ones aimed at making me uncomfortable. Sandra laughed and told Mike she and her sisters loved me without reservations. Then she said she had some things to get done before dinner and she left us.

Mike saw the eight sided die on my desk and asked about it. I explained it and he said, "So Margie has a bedroom, Sandra has a bedroom, the other two women have bedrooms, I have a bedroom and you don't?"

"Yup. And in nineteen months I haven't been on the couch or floor once."

"Damn!"

"Want to see the other house?"

"Ok. I think I have digested what I've seen, so far." We walked out Sandra's back door and into Della's back door. Della was in the kitchen and the room smelled like Italian food. She turned and Mike said, "I don't know who you are but I sure know you can cook!"

She gave him a good hug, being careful of his shoulder and a kiss on his cheek. "Are all Navy men as smooth as you two?"

"No, you just got lucky." I answered. I introduced them and we sat in Della's kitchen for a little while. As they got to know each other I heard a car pull in.

Della said, "Pat's home. That means Mark will be here in a minute."

Della poured a cup of tea for Pat and put an extra pillow in the rocker. Pat came in, said Hi and dropped into the rocker. I had seen her at breakfast and she looked bigger than she did in the morning.

She looked at Mike, then at Della and me. "I went to the doctor this morning. They did an ultrasound. I have an announcement." 

Della grabbed the phone and dialed. She said, "Come quick!" She hung up. She held up a hand and said, "Hold that thought. The family will be here in thirty seconds."

I looked at the kitchen clock and my eyes followed the second hand. Margie was last and it took forty-seven seconds. Pat looked around and said, "Do you want to know if Fido is a boy or a girl?"

Mike asked, "Fido?"

"I'll explain later, Mike." I said.

Mark said, "Fido is a boy!"

Everyone else said they wanted to know. Pat smiled and said, "We need to pick names for a boy and a girl. We're having twins!"

There were cheers, clapping, laughter and Mark said, "I get a brother. I get a sister too. We'll still be out numbered."

"Mark, someday you'll know that being out numbered by women is a good thing." Mike said.

"I get a brother."

"Yup." Mike answered.

Mike, Mark and I left the women to the inevitable discussion of pregnancy, birthing, infants and such that always follows an announcement like Pat's. We went to my truck and drove to the park. Mark went to the swings and we sat nearby and talked. Mark came back for a visit about every five minutes. 

"So, tell me more about your family."

"Ok, Mike. Sandra and I are officially married. We got married after I met the whole family camping one weekend. I met Margie and Della and the kids first. We camped next to each other. Their oldest boy, Jim, met me first and then I met Mark. I was invited to dinner and by midnight I was hooked. Sandra and her daughter Krystn arrived the next day and by Sunday afternoon we had all decided that Sandra and I should get married, have a short honeymoon and move into the family."

"I didn't meet Jim or Krystn."

"They needed to get away from living with four Mommas and a Dad. I found them a place to go. My best bud from the Truman left a widow and she found Jim a job on a ranch in Montana. He found a way to take Krystn with him and we think they plan to get married around Christmas."

"Aren't they related?"

"Yes. Sandra is Krystn's Mom and Della is Jim's Mom. The Dads were not the same. They know all about the risks if they make babies and they have good heads on their shoulders. I have to admit, the thought of them being together all their lives and the risks bothered me, but they showed me they can and will handle whatever comes. I wish they'd wait a year or two but... they are adults."

"Wow! I don't know... this is a lot to take in. I grew up in a pretty traditional family."

"So did I. When I left the hospital I had one goal, visit Jenny, Jack's widow. Once I did that I was lost. I wandered around looking for something, not knowing what it was I was looking for. I didn't find it. It... they found me."

"And Pat is having your twins?"

"That's what she says. I mean I know the baby or babies are mine, I'm still letting it sink in that its twins."

"Were you married before?"

"You mean before I met the sisters? No. I was married to the Navy. I'd still be married to the Navy if the F-14 hadn't crashed like it did."

"I know what you're saying. Me too."

"So, you interested in an adventure like the Navy never offered?"

"The women you want me to meet?"

"Yes."

"I'm not even sure what questions to ask about them."

"Here's some of the basics. They are sisters, two years apart. They are about forty. In good shape physically and, from what I can tell, emotionally. They are bisexual. Together they own a nudist resort about two hours drive from here. The resort is less than an hour's drive from where I keep our houseboat docked. If it clicks they want you to move in and become their husband and partner. They aren't looking for a sugar daddy. I honestly believe they want someone who will love them, play with them, help with the resort and let them pamper him as he pampers them."

"What do they look like and why are they around forty and never married?"

"Both are about five six or seven. Not thin and not fat, healthy. I've had Donna on a massage table and I can tell you she is healthy. Good muscle tone and not from working out, from working. The resort they run is clean, well kept, so someone cleans the pools, the cabins and the grounds. They both have nice bodies to look at. As to why they aren't married... they were. Both are widows now. They stay that way I guess because when men came around and were interested until they realized the two came as a package. Inseparable."

"I can see how that would scare men off." His face said he might be one of those men.

"Look at it this way, there's only two of them. I've got four!"

"That F-14 damaged more than your knee! I think part of the tire hit your head."

"If it did I'm damn glad it did! My life has been more exciting, but never more enjoyable."

"Ok. When do I meet them?"

"Anytime you want. You can drive yourself up there and just check in, rent a cabin for a couple days and see how it goes. You can follow me up there and I'll introduce you. Take your pick."

"Let me think on it. Maybe by morning I'll know."

I called Mark, he jumped from the swing and we headed home. Half way home my cell rang.

"Yup."

"Dinner will be on the table in fifteen minutes."

"We're almost home. See you in five."

"You didn't take Mark to the DQ did you?"

"No, sweetheart. I want him to eat dinner. So we stopped at a pub and had a few beers."

"Great! Will the three of you need help walking?"

"Mike can carry Mark. I'll crawl inside and then we can eat."

"Sometimes, I want to strangle you!"

"Later tonight, Sweetheart. Later tonight."

I hung up. "You boys hungry?"

They both nodded and I told them the call was to tell us to get washed and to the table.

During dinner Mike asked Della about Donna and Bette. She told him pretty much what I had, but from her point of view. His question about why neither had re-married got the story of Della's marriage and of Margie's. Sandra added stories about the men who came sniffing and then ran.

Sam stayed quiet a long time and then asked Mike, "You looking for a wife?"

"Maybe."

"If you can wait till I'm older, I'd marry you."

"You would? You barely know me. Why would you marry me?"

"Daddy says you're one of his best friends."

Mike sat back in his chair, put his fork down and stared at Sam. There were a thousand words in what she didn't say and he was digesting them. So were the rest of us.

"Thank you, Sam. How long should I wait?"

"I need to graduate from high school and maybe college. But, it's Ok if you marry someone else first."

"Well, when you're ready, let's talk about it. Ok?"

"Sure! Does that mean you're my boy-friend?"

"Not yet. You need to be at least sixteen to have a boy-friend. It's Ok. I'll still be around."

"Good." She was done. She carried her plate to the sink and washed it.

Mike and I talked into the night with visits from wives and a reminder that I was to spend the night with Pat. I did. Margie led Mike to his room and offered to tuck him in. He wanted to know what that meant.

"It means I'll make sure your covers are pulled up and the lights are off. You are Nick's brother but not my husband. Sorry."

At breakfast Mike said he wanted to have me introduce him to Donna and Bette. He followed me to the resort and parked his truck next to mine by the office. I opened the door and stepped inside with Mike following. Bette looked up and smiled.

"You could have called. I'd have put on my fancy clothes if I'd known you were coming."

"You look pretty damn good to me." I said. We hugged and I introduced Mike. She hugged him and asked if he knew the score.

"I think so. I'm here for a job interview. I can tell you right off that I'm not twenty, I've got a bum shoulder and I can do stuff but I'm not as strong as I once was."

She pointed us at chairs and we sat. "It's a little more than a job. Let me get my sister and we can talk." She pressed a button and I heard a bell ring somewhere outside. She got us some iced tea and Donna walked through the door. She smiled and said, "I'm so glad I shaved my legs this morning. Hi, I'm Donna."

Both women sat down.

"Mike thinks he's here for a job interview," Bette said.

"Ok. Let's talk. The interview will last three days. I want you to know exactly what we offer and what we expect. Is that fair?"

"So far."

"Ok. We own this resort. Two hundred acres of land, two swimming pools, two hot tubs, a club house, a small café, six cabins and this, the office and home. I'm a widow and so is my sister. We share everything. The job is this: help us run the place. Repair work, cleaning, sprucing up, running the office, and cooking if you can."

"I can do all that. I'm not a fancy cook but no one will die."

"The big part of the job is beyond all that. We want you to live with us and love us, like Nick loves his family."

"Just like that?"

"No. But I don't want to lie to you. I want you to stay here for three days and do whatever you and we do. At the end of the three days we'll talk. If we all can love each other and share the resort, you're in. If we decide it won't work, you can move on knowing we gave it a good shot."

"My suitcase is in my truck."

"Bring it in here." Bette said, "I show you where to stow your things."

I followed him out to his truck. "You didn't lie. They both are nice looking and I already like them. This could work."




Leaving the Navy Ch. 10



"You have my number. If you need to call, do it! I like these ladies and I thought of you when I met them."

He hugged me, took his suitcase and went inside. I got in my truck and headed home. Half an hour later my cell rang. It was Donna.

"How can we thank you? He's like being with you. Bette is already gone. Right now he's driving the rhino around checking everything and he has a clipboard with him so he can make notes. Bette is riding with him as tour guide."

"Be gentle. He's had lots of hospital time and he's going to want to do more, faster and sooner than he should. He's been a monk for almost a year."

"We'll be careful. I think he already knows he's getting lucky tonight."

"Remind him tomorrow that I'd probably like a call."

"Ok."

Mark was sitting by the gate when I got home. He smiled and opened the gate for me. When I stepped out he said, "Where's Mike?"

"I took him to meet some friends about a job."

"I was worried."

"I know. I'm back."

"I know that!" He ran into Sandra's house.

At dinner Sam wanted to know if Mike was coming back. I said I hoped he would, but that would be up to him and his new friends. She ate some more and then said, "He's gonna marry those sisters."

"Maybe." I said.

She finished her dinner and said, "It's Ok. I know he'll be back for me later."

I nodded and she took her plate to the sink.

He didn't call the next day, or the next. I wanted to call and speak to Bette or Donna but I didn't. I waited. The next morning I couldn't stand it any longer and I called. The answering machine answered. 

"You've reached the Shady Acres Naturist and Nudist Resort. We are closed until the nineteenth. Donna is getting married and Bette is maid of honor. Come and visit us after the nineteenth and meet Mike! Free wedding cake for everyone who visits on the nineteenth or twentieth!"

That answered all my questions. I hung up and called for a family meeting. We discussed the event and decided that Della and I would truck up for the nineteenth and come back the next day.

We were honored guests and I ate more cake than I should have. Mike was happy and so were Donna and Bette. In a semi quiet moment I asked how they decided which of them married him. Bette blushed and said, "Donna got married in Atlanta. I got married in Pensacola." 

Mike took me aside and told me he was overwhelmed by the two women and really did love them both. He couldn't be happier. It impressed him when they both told him to keep his Navy money; they preferred to live off the business not off him. I told him that I spent most of my money on taking care of pampering my wives. He smiled.

We didn't stay the night. We got home near midnight and went to bed. The next day I went back to my Honey-Do list and had a great day.

Della got a good deal on plane tickets for all of us. Margie bought warm clothes for us. Sandra packed and sent me to the post office with the packages for Christmas. We decided that most of Christmas for us would be the trip. Some things for the kids and lots of stuff for the Montana family, but the wives and I would count the trip as Christmas. Every day Margie posted the weather report for Montana on our calendar page. Four days before our flight it snowed ten inches and went down to fifteen degrees. None of my southern women had ever been that cold. Mark was excited. He wanted to play in the snow. I was glad I wasn't driving.

Pat saw her doctor the day before we left. She said everything was fine. Pat didn't know it but Della had bought her a first class seat. She needed the room. Her Momma came to visit the day before our flight. There were tears when I drove her home. Pat stayed at the house.

We got all the suitcases in my truck the night before. Early the next morning we were loaded in Sandra's SUV and my truck. Pat rode with me. So did Mark. We got to the airport in Atlanta two hours before our flight. Mark was an explorer. I let him take me all over the airport and he had a wonderful time. Sam was as excited but didn't let it loose like Mark did.

Pat cried when she saw her seat. We all felt better with her getting the extra room and care. Mark and Sam checked on her four times each during the flight.

We were met by Mr. Whitcom and his wife Carol as we exited the airplane in Butte. We got hugs and Carol had three coats, in case what we had weren't warm enough. We gathered our bags and went to their big full sized van. We got in and Mr. Whitcom drove. Carol rode shotgun. She turned and started to talk.

"Krystn and I have become very close. She is such a wonderful woman. Each of you should be very proud..."

"Of them both!" Mr. Whitcom added.

Carol went on, "They asked us to keep a secret, and we have, but we can't keep it any longer."

I was worried. Was Krystn pregnant?

"I'm with Paul today because we didn't think we should bring everyone. We were right. You all fill the van."

"What Carol is trying to not blurt out is that our family is a lot like yours. Carol is one of three sisters and I'm their husband."

None of us spoke a word. Finally Pat spoke up.

"Is there a place where we can stop for a few minutes? I need to go."

Paul found a truck stop and we got Pat inside. Sandra and Carol went with her.

"I wonder why they wanted you to keep it a secret." I asked.

"Jim was worried that you might not come."

"Ok."

The ladies came back and held onto each other as the snow blew around them. Back inside the van we traveled on.

Sandra asked, "Tell us about your sisters?"

"Oh, sure. I'm the youngest. I'm Carol and I'm thirty-seven. My sister Cassie is thirty-nine and most people who know us think we're twins. Our older sister is Cindy and she's forty. Paul is forty-three. We usually have three kids living in the house, not counting Krystn and Jim. They are off visiting their bio-families for the week. We have two other hands besides Jim; Frank and Pablo."

"How big a ranch?" I asked.

"Not too big. About two hundred thousand acres. A thousand head of beef and two hundred bison."

Mark asked, "When will we get there?" He was looking out the side window.

"We've been there for fifteen minutes already." Paul said. An hour later we saw the buildings. Two barns, two smaller buildings near the barns and a big ranch house. Smoke lifted from both chimneys on the house and from one of the smaller buildings by a barn. Off a ways I saw a man on a horse. When he saw us he nudged the horse and they came to meet us at a full run. As they got closer Mark said, "I see Jim!" All the women watched as he and the horse came to meet us. 

Paul stopped the van in front of the house. Jim already had the horse tied to the railing and he opened the side doors for us. He kissed each Momma and Sam. He helped Mark out and Paul said, "Would you take their stuff to the bunkhouse, Jim?"

He paused for a second and added, "After we get them all inside and greeted properly?"

"Yes, Sir." Jim responded. He held the door to the house for us and we went inside. The women were standing in a row, waiting for us. Krystn stood next to Cindy and to her right was Cassie. She looked just like Carol and I only knew it wasn't Carol because Carol was still with us.

Della said, "I need a hug, daughter!" Her arms opened and Krystn flew to Momma Della. They hugged and Krystn introduced each of us to the women of her new family. They came to us and were greeted as family. Tears and hugs. Then the women all went into the big kitchen and brought a huge meal to the table. Sam stayed quiet for almost half the meal.

"Are all of you Mommas too?"

"Yes."

She pointed at Paul and asked, "And he's Daddy?"

Paul nodded. Sam looked around and said, "I didn't bring enough presents."

Cassie was closest to her and touched her arm as she said, "All I wanted was to meet you. That's plenty for me."

Carol added, "Me too. I also wanted snow and you brought that too."

"Ok. Is tomorrow Christmas?"

"Would it be Christmas at home?" Paul asked.

Sam nodded. "Then it'll be Christmas here too."

Krystn answered lots of questions from her mommas and got some assistance from her new sisters. Jim ate more than I had ever seen him eat. When I asked him about his work he told me about his duties. His mommas were impressed. It was also obvious that both Jim and Krystn loved their new lives.

After dinner was cleaned up we sat and I asked, "What about school?"

"We started in October. We both go on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. On Tuesday nights we stay with Jenny. She and the kids will be here tomorrow if the snow stops."

"They are both doing well at both work and school." Cindy said.

Pat dozed off and Sandra noticed. She caught my eye and pointed at Pat.

"I think we need to go to bed. Momma Pat is taking care of twins and needs some sleep." Jim and Krystn led us to the bunkhouse and showed me how to take care of the fire so it would keep us warm all night. He kissed all his Mommas good-night and left us. Krystn kissed all of us and left holding Jim's hand.

Four queen beds in a row. Pat took the one closest to the bathroom. Margie took next, then Sandra and Della at the end. Sam looked and said, "Who do I sleep with?"

Della lifted the covers and Sam joined her. "And what about me?" Mark asked. Margie opened her bed to him and he smiled as he went. I looked at Pat and Sandra. Pat pointed at Sandra. I smiled and joined her. Mark watched as I sat on the side of the bed and started to undress. I kept the boxers on. He closed his eyes and went to sleep. The glow from the fire was warm and soothing. So were Sandra's hands. I kissed her and we went to sleep.

Sometime near dawn Sandra shook me and said, "It's getting cold in here."

I got up, built the fire up and hurried back to bed. I noticed Mark's briefs on the floor by his side of the bed. I snuggled with Sandra and fell back asleep.

When I woke up Mark was still asleep but Sandra was awake, as were Della and Margie. I leaned over and lifted Mark's briefs up so Margie could see them. She lifted the covers and looked. When she looked at me she smiled.

Sam got out of bed and yelped. She danced to the bathroom and said, "The floor is frozen!" Mark was awake.

He looked at me and I was still holding his briefs.

"When you sleep with Momma Margie you sleep nekked."

I tossed him the briefs and said, "When you sleep with your wife, you sleep nekked. Not when you sleep with my wife! Put them on and keep them on."

"Yes, Sir." He put them on.

Christmas was different from any Christmas any of my family had ever had. We bundled for the walk to the main house. Mark and Sam loved the crunch of the snow when they walked. We all ate a big breakfast and then were joined by Paul, Jim, Pedro and Frank. They had already been out working and taking care of animals that didn't know or care that it was Christmas. The four men talked ranching while they ate, then cleaned up after themselves without any reminders. 

Chairs were moved and everyone sat near the big Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. There were lots of boxes under the tree. Paul spoke to all of us.

"We were very excited to have you join us for Christmas. It is tradition that the youngest gives the presents and that has been Carol for too many years. Now there are two young ones here and I'd like them to take turns picking presents and delivering them, one at a time, to people. Mark, would you pick a present and give it to the person it goes to?"

He stood before the tree and looked at lots of presents. Then he picked a box wrapped in green paper with snowflakes on it. He looked at the tag and struggled, then he carried the box to Paul and asked, "Would you read this for me?"

Paul laughed and said, "Sure. It says Paul." Mark smiled and handed the box to him. He stayed close and Paul opened the box. Inside was a warm coat made by Pendleton. He looked around and said, "Thank you. Thank you all. I love it."

Sam went to the pile and found a box she liked, looked at the tag and read, "Krystn." She delivered the box.

"None of the boxes have more than one name on them. The tradition here is that we know who gets the gift but not who gave it. That way we get to be thankful... to everyone."

She opened the box and blushed as she realized it was a sexy nightgown. She got a gentle teasing from the mommas, all the mommas. Jim blushed too.

Box after box was passed and each time it was Mark's turn he took the box to someone to help him read the tag, it was for them. Many of the gifts for the Whitcom's were practical gifts, for people living on a ranch. Jim got a pair of boots, work boots. And gloves. Krystn got some pans and a cook book. Carol got some spring form pans. Pablo got gloves and new jeans. Pretty soon Mark looked and said, "No more presents."

Jim said, "I think you're wrong. Look carefully."

Mark went down on hands and knees and crawled all around the tree. When he came back out he had a box about three inches on a side in his hand. He crawled over to Krystn and handed it to her. "Who's it for?" He asked.

"It's for me." Krystn said. She tore the paper and opened the box. Inside was another box. She lifted that box out and lifted the top. Inside was a smaller, hinged top box. Tears started falling. I watched and they started falling from Sandra first, then from Margie and Della. Then tears fell from Krystn, Carol, Cindy, Pat and Cassie. The lid was opened and inside were three rings. Krystn looked up and found Jim on his knees next to Mark, right in front of her.

"If you'll agree to marry me, I'd love to put one of those rings on your finger." He said.

She handed him the box and he withdrew the engagement ring. He held it towards her and hesitated. She held her hand out for him.

Mark whispered, "Why are you waiting?"

Jim leaned to Mark and said, "She didn't say Yes!"

Krystn said, "Yes! Yes, I'll be your wife! Yes, I'll marry you!"

As he slipped the ring on her finger Jim said, "Whew! I was worried. I got the rings on sale and I can't take them back."

That broke the tension and the family laughed, hugged and admired the rings. 

Cassie asked "When is the wedding?"

Jim looked at Krystn and she said, "We're going to wait a year. Next Christmas day we'll get married."

While all that happened and the ladies made a fuss I noticed Paul turn and look out the window. I joined him. Off in the distance we saw a car slowly making progress on the white road towards the house. We could see the snow blowing across the road and the car struggling to stay on course.

I grabbed my coat and Paul put on his new Pendleton and we went out. Jenny stopped her car and she got out with her two kids. Her daughter Denise ran to me and said, "You're my Daddy's friend! Merry Christmas!" 

The boy shook my hand like a man and headed inside. Jenny stepped into my arms and held on tight. Her mouth was very close to my ear and she said, "I had to come see you again. I see you every day."

She turned and gave Paul a kiss and hug too. Maybe it was my screwed up perceptions but I believed there was more in the kiss and hug I got. Paul got some of the packages from her car and I got the rest.

Back inside Mark and Sam did their duty and passed out the final round of packages. Each of my wives got something personal and meant specifically for them. It was obvious Jenny had spent lots of time with Krystn and intentionally wanted her gifts to impact each of my wives. Her gifts to Paul and his family were as selective and pointed.

When Momma Pat opened her gift she burst into tears and hugged Jenny. Inside the box were two outfits of baby clothes. Sailor suits. One for a boy and one for a girl.

Jim spoke to Mark and Sam and asked if they wanted to go meet the horses. They did. Frank, Pablo and Jim took Mark and Sam out to the barn. I stood at the window watching them walk to the barn. Mark held Frank's hand and Sam held on to Jim.

A hand gave me my coat and led me out on the porch. It was Jenny. We stood out there in the cold and watched the kids enter the barn. "I love Jim and Krystn. They love you. When they talk of you it's how I imagined my kids would someday talk about Jack."

Inside the house four women held a family meeting. Krystn saw it gather and she fought inside herself over weather she was part of it or no longer. She joined them.

Margie was speaking. "I watched her when she got out of her car. She gave my husband a hug and she hugged Paul. She likes Paul and she loves our husband."

Krystn spoke. "In Jenny's house is a shrine to Jack, her husband. Daddy was his best friend. There are pictures of him, pictures of them when they got married and a picture of Jack and Dad standing on the gangway of the last ship they were on. As I cleaned her house I noticed a smudge on that picture. I cleaned it. The next week it was back. It was lipstick and it was on Dad's picture."

"I guess," Pat asked, "The question is, how big is our love?"

Margie asked, "Think she might like to move to Georgia?"

"Mark would love having a brother." Della said.

Sandra asked, "Where will we put them?"

In less than a minute they solved the logistics. Sandra looked out the window and said, "We need a family meeting, now, in the bunkhouse." She turned and spoke to Cindy. Cindy agreed to look after Sam, Mark, Denise and Lee while the family meeting happened. She didn't ask what it was about.

Jenny and I jumped a little when the door opened and Sandra, Della, Pat and Margie came out. Sandra hooked Jenny's arm and Margie got mine and we were led to the bunkhouse. As soon as we were inside I built the fire up. Sandra sat Jenny and herself on the side of a bed. Pat sat next to Jenny's other side. Margie put me between her and Della facing Pat, Jenny and Sandra.

"Husband, we have called this family meeting for a special purpose. I think it would be wise for you to just listen for a while. Will you?"

I smiled my best smile and said, "Yes, Dear." They all smiled back, except Jenny.

Margie spoke next. "When Jenny drove up you and Paul went out to meet her. What I saw, watching through the window, told me all I wanted to know. Jenny is like the rest of us. She loves you. That's Ok, we understand. We love you too."

Pat spoke, "It did present problems, however. Della's house will be full when the twins are out. If we want to keep a guest room for Navy buddies, then Margie's house has only one room extra. However, Sandra has three unused bedrooms in her house. So what we propose is that Jenny and her kids join the family and live in Georgia."

"All those in favor, raise your hands." Della said.

I didn't move. All the while my wives spoke I had looked at the floor, concentrating on what was being said and the implications. I didn't know Jenny loved me. I hadn't spent two days with her in my entire life! 

I looked at her and her hand was up! Tears rolled down her cheeks and my heart cracked open, again. I raised my hand.

Sandra spoke. "I need to make a couple phone calls and Nick I think you and Jenny ought to spend some time right here. Some of the time you ought to talk." She stood and took the rest of the family with her.

When the door closed it suddenly was very quiet. She was sitting two feet from me on a bed. I was sitting on a bed.

"You raised your hand." I said.

"When you called me and said you were married, I felt my heart break. Jack wrote me so much about you and you shared so much with me that I realized I already loved you. I sent you away because I was afraid. I was afraid if I let you in, I'd lose you again like I lost Jack. Then you sent me Jim and Krystn. They told me about how you met, how Margie and Della opened to you and how you loved them. If you had picked up the phone and said, "Come to me." I would have been on the road that day."

"When I was at Bethesda I dreamed about you. I'd never met you, but I knew you. Jack shared you with me. Inside I knew I loved you when I bought the truck so it could take me to you. My focus in getting well was to go to Montana and find you. When you sent me away, I was lost. I wandered until Della and Margie woke me up."




Leaving the Navy Ch. 10



I stood and she stood. We kissed and in that kiss our clothes started coming off. When I opened the snap at her waist she giggled. I looked at her face and she said, "At four this morning I was in the shower and picked up my razor and I asked myself, "Does Nick like his women bare all over?"

I pulled her jeans and panties down far enough to see that she was freshly shaved.

"Yes! He loves you freshly shaved."

"Does he like eating pussy?"

"Till the fire goes out!"

"You must mean the fire over there. The one in me isn't going out." We finished getting undressed and melted into each other. We gave free expression to all the feelings we had suppressed. I forgot how well sound carries in the country. Then, I forgot again.

In the after glow we held each other and Jenny asked, "Do each of us come to your bedroom on a different night?"

"Ever heard of a ten sided die?"

"Dice have one through six."

"My wives had a die made that had two sides Sandra, two sides Margie and two sides Della. Then they had an eight sided die made adding two sides of Pat. By the time we get back to Georgia there will be a ten sided die waiting. Two sides for you. Every night I roll the die and go where I'm led. I don't have a bedroom or a bed."

"They know we're out here fucking."

"You want to score points and really be accepted?"

"I do. They opened up and welcomed me but I'm still not sure."

"I'm going to give you a hickey. When we go back in the house show it to any of my wives."

"A hickey?"

"They love them! They tell me it's the tenderness that reminds them of the fun we had when I gave it to them."

"Jack loved leaving me with hickies. After he was gone I'd look in the mirror and see what he had done and I knew he loved me."

"Where would you like one?"

"I want one on each boob and one right by my pussy!"

I gave her one next to her bare pussy and ate her to an orgasm in the process. Then I moved up and put one on each breast, inside her cleavage. We dressed and headed back to the main house.

The table was being set for dinner. We helped and Krystn slid up next to me and said, softly, "You and Jenny smell like sex!"

My arm pulled her close against me and I said, "So do you." She blushed.

Della sat next to Jenny and had a pad of paper and a pen. "How soon can you be ready to move?"

"I don't know. How am I moving all my stuff?"

"I have an idea. We can rent a truck and drive one way to Georgia. You could be there by New Years Day or shortly thereafter."

"I'm afraid of driving a big truck and that's a long ways."

Cindy looked at Paul and said, "You owe me a hundred dollars!"

He smiled and said, "I'm glad I lost that bet."

I asked, "What bet?"

"Last week Cindy bet me a hundred dollars that you'd have a new wife before you went home to Georgia."

I looked at Cindy and said, "I'm glad you lost too."

Sam leaned to Mark and said, "Momma Jenny is gonna live in Georgia with us."

Mark whirled to face me and asked, "Is Lee my brother?"

Jenny nodded and both Lee and Mark whooped. After dinner the four younger children went upstairs to watch a video. The adults sat around the living room and suddenly Jenny stood up. She looked around and said, "Nick gave me another present today and I want to show off! Can I?"

I nodded and so did Paul. Pat said, "Show off!"

Jenny unbuttoned her shirt and opened it wide. She unhooked the front closure and opened the bra showing everyone her tits... and the two hickies freshly applied to her chest. Jim's eyes bugged out.

Margie stood next to Jenny and lifted her sweatshirt and bra up, baring the hickey on her chest. Della stood and showed the three on one breast. They were faded, but still there. Pat said, "They're there. Trust me."

When Cassie stood Paul's expression changed. She lifted her sweater and showed three hickies of various ages. Carol stood and showed one on a breast and then she unsnapped her pants and dropped them to her knees. Next to the leg opening of her purple panties was another hickey.

Jenny smiled and unsnapped her jeans. She wiggled and dropped then low enough that her bare pussy was exposed and the dark purple hickey was next to her puffy lips. Margie leaned to Jenny and whispered something so quietly no one else heard her. Jenny blushed and nodded to Margie. Then everyone dressed again.

Redressing was just in time. The four children were heard coming down the stairs.

Paul asked, "Are you sure there are only four of them?"

Della and Margie talked and decided that, if Jenny agreed, they would take Denise and Lee back to Georgia on the plane. Jenny and I would pack up her stuff and drive home.

Jim recommended he take Lee and Mark to the men's bunkhouse for the night. Denise and Sam he didn't have an idea about. He figured with four queen sized beds in the family bunkhouse we would fit five wives, two little girls and me. Cindy said she wanted to keep Sam and Denise in the main house. Both girls liked the idea and everything was set. We bundled up and made the cold trek in the dark.

After I got the fire going I asked Margie what she had whispered to Jenny. She looked at Jenny, who blushed and nodded.

"Will you let me lick you?"

"Oh?"

"Do you mind?" Jenny asked.

"No. He loves that we all love each other. He also likes to be rough when we want it. Sometimes we get bruises that aren't hickies."

Pat was completely undressed, sitting on the bed closest to the bathroom. "Husband, all this talk of sex and hickeys has me wanting some action. What I crave is to be eaten while someone sucks my tits."

She slid onto her back and opened her legs. I undressed and dropped between her legs. Margie helped Jenny undress and Jenny helped her. Della came to Pat and mauled her tits. They were swollen and Pat moaned as we both went to work on her. Della moved so she presented Pat with her pussy to lick while she still mauled Pat's tits. She pinched her areola and pulled, stretching the breast away from her chest. Pat moaned and I felt a surge in the juices coming out of Pat.

Pat shuddered and came. For Pat it was pretty quiet. Her face was in Della's pussy. Della was close to cumming as well and I leaned to her, sucking her nipple into my mouth and biting down. She screamed and came hard.

"Pat, do you want me inside you?" I asked.

"No, I want to watch you with Jenny."

Jenny and Margie were in a classic sixty-nine with Jenny above. Margie saw me move behind Jenny and she moved just enough that I could enter Jenny and let Margie keep licking. I stroked into Jenny a few times and Margie used her hand to redirect me into her mouth for a few strokes, then back into Jenny's puss. 

Margie sensed I was getting close. "In my mouth Nick, please." I pulled out of Jenny and Margie opened her mouth wide. Jenny twisted around and watched as I unloaded into Margie's mouth. Then she kissed Margie and they both used their mouths to clean me.

"Oh God, how I have missed being loved." Jenny said.

"She may never say that again." Della said. "There's always someone willing to play in our family."

"Can I share a secret with you? Since you're all my sisters. Jack was going to bring Nick home with him when their cruise was over. Jack was going to share me with Nick. I feel like I'm doing what he wanted me to do only now it's because I love him."

"I know what I'm doing. I'm going to sleep." I pulled the covers up over me and Jenny covered herself with the same covers. Then she sat up and asked, "Is it Ok if I sleep here?"

"Sure." Della answered. Margie and Sandra tucked into the bed next to Jenny and me. Pat had the bed closest to the bathroom. Della got the other bed to herself. Pat said, "Della, come here, please. I want to hold you."

"Ok. But if Fido kicks me I'm moving." She slid into bed with Pat and spooned up behind her.

"Who's Fido?"

"When we first found out Pat was pregnant she wanted to know if I wanted a boy or a girl. I told her as long as it wasn't a cocker spaniel we were Ok. We've called the baby Fido ever since. We now know it's a boy and a girl."

It got quiet and pretty soon the sounds were those of sleeping adults. Four or five hours later I got up and stoked the fire. Della was still spooned with Pat. Margie was spooned with Sandra and holding her breast in her hand. I pulled the quilt up a little higher on them. Jenny opened her arms when I came back to bed. She molded herself to my side, kissed me twice and was back asleep.

I smiled and fell asleep.

The next day Della got tickets for Denise and Lee. She cashed in my ticket and used magic to make it all happen for a flight on New Years Eve morning. Jenny and I left the ranch on the morning of the twenty-ninth. By noon Jim and Krystn were at Jenny's helping us pack her things. Jenny packed a suitcase for the kids and we met them at the airport the morning of New Years Eve. The rest of the time we packed. U-Haul gave us a good deal (or so they said), and a free day because the weather was cold and windy. When Krystn and Jim stood behind the truck with us as we closed the door Krystn said, "I want to be the first in your new family to say this. I'm so happy I get to call you Momma Jenny. I love you Momma Jenny!"

They hugged and both women cried. Jim called her Momma Jenny, hugged her and wished us a safe trip. Then they drove back to the ranch.

At four in the morning, January first, we were in the truck headed for Georgia. It was windy and cold. We listened to the trucker's radio stations and they kept me alert to the weather and traffic conditions. We saw four big rig wrecks the first day. We made just over six hundred miles in twelve hours. We stayed the night in a nice motel where I parked the truck without disconnecting the hitch and Jenny's car.

At a truck stop the next morning Jenny bought sandwiches, snacks and a small ice chest for sodas and a thermos of coffee. When we stopped for fuel we made a pit stop at the same time. That day we covered seven hundred miles. When we stopped I ate some dinner and went to bed. Jenny figured we had about six hundred miles to go. The weather was getting better and I called home to let them know I thought we could be there in one more day.

I spoke to Sandra and Margie while Jenny was in the shower. They asked if I'd take it a bit slower and take another day to get home. They were doing some painting and things for Jenny's room and needed more time. I promised.

I drove five and a half hours and when we stopped for fuel we were in Nashville. I saw a nice looking motel and I pulled in.

"It's early, Nick."

"Tell my body. I need to stop. We'll be home tomorrow instead of late tonight. I'll get some good sleep, some good lovin and a great dinner. How's that sound to you?"

"I like how that sounds." We went to our room and I took a two hour nap. Jenny called home and told Margie how tired I was and that we wouldn't be home until the next day. Margie asked her to take good care of the only husband they had. When I got up we showered and dressed in clean clothes. I called the front desk and asked for a cab and a dinner recommendation.

The taxi driver gave us the same recommendation and it only cost four bucks to get there. We had a wonderful dinner and spent another four bucks to get back to the motel. 

Jenny pampered me all evening and made sure my tired muscles got massaged. Then she gave special attention to my rising interest and swallowed every drop. She didn't set the alarm and it was after nine when we pulled out of Nashville. A few miles south I saw a Cracker Barrel and pulled off the highway. Jenny had never eaten in a Cracker Barrel. She had a southern breakfast and ate almost half of it. I ate all of mine. Back on the road she promised we wouldn't eat there more than once a month. If we did she'd become a porker.

We pulled into town after four. When Jenny saw the three houses she knew they were home. Mark and Lee were standing by the gate and they waved and opened it for us. As soon as they closed the gate they ran into Sandra's house screaming we were there.

Jenny saw every room in every house before she saw her room, Lee's and Denise's. She opened the door to Lee's room and discovered he and Mark had decided to share. They had bunk beds that looked like they belonged in the bunk house on the ranch. Marcie told her that if sharing wasn't Ok changes could be made. One look at the boys and she said sharing would be good for both of them. When Denise opened the door to her room to show her Mom, Jenny laughed. The room was so frilly and country! She laughed and hugged Denise. "You can have a frilly room as long as it stays clean."

Denise had described her Mom's room in Montana to her new Mommas. She opened the door and was home. Same colors, same layout. She sat on the bed and kept looking around. Sandra sat next to her and she said, "Sandra, I've wanted you as sisters all my life! Thank you."

When we sat down to a big family dinner Sam looked at Jenny and asked, "Do I call you Jenny or Momma Jenny?" Jenny looked around and heard four other women and me say, "Momma Jenny."

After dinner I herded the kids towards the bath and pajama ritual. Della gathered the wives and gave the eight sided die to Pat. She said, "When you joined the family we joyfully added you." She turned and handed a ten sided die to Jenny. "Would you give this to our husband, please? Otherwise he might end up on the couch."

She looked at the die, turning it over in her hand. She turned and rolled it on the table. When it stopped it showed "Jenny."

Marcie said, "Our rolls don't count."

That night I rolled Marcie. The next night, Della. Then Sandra followed by Pat. Jenny wanted to watch me roll the night I rolled Pat. The next night I knocked on her door and she asked, "Who's there?"

"Your husband. I'm looking for a soft place to land. I'm hoping you can help me find it."

The door opened and she stood in front of me naked. "I was about to put on jeans and a sweatshirt and go to bed."

"Save the jeans and sweatshirt for some other time. Please let me keep you warm tonight." I did. The next morning as we cuddled before getting up I said, "Last night you said you were about to put on jeans and a sweatshirt and go to bed. There are plenty of sisters in the family who would be happy to share your bed, for play, warmth, sex or companionship."

"I've been thinking about that. I loved how we all shared at the ranch, but that was all of us. It would be different to knock on Della's door and ... what would I say?"

"Della, I'm looking for a soft place to land for the night. Know where I can find one?"

"That's what you said to me last night."

"Margie, I just want to be with someone tonight. Someone I love and who can hold me. Is that you?"

"I see."

"Sandra, do you ever feel needy? I need some attention, and I'd like it from you."

"Any of those would work with me."

"Every woman in our family is considerate, loving and a little kinky. They don't push unless invited. I have had wives come to me and ask to be spanked. They have asked for a hickey. When I'm not here they ask each other. If it works for you to hold someone, ask for a volunteer. You'll get one."

"My head knows that. It's just hard to do it."

"In the long run the odds are that I'll be in your bed six times a month. That leaves you with twenty or more days to sleep alone, if that's what you choose. Or you can sleep with Margie, Sandra and Della pretty often and Pat sometimes once a week. I spent years sleeping aboard ship in a bed by myself. We both know the feeling of missing. You know it better than I ever knew it, before these wonderful women found me. If I were you I would sleep with someone often."

"What if I go to Margie's room and knock and half an hour later you knock?"

"I win! You both can say, tonight we want to be just us, or you can say, it's Ok I'll join Sandra, or you can offer me a place in bed with both of you. I'm not going to be angry, or hurt. I'm here to love all of you."

"You never lose, do you?"

"Neither do you, Honey. Think about the people we know who are married to one person. In their world there are limited choices. When the husband needs touching and his wife is having cramps, is super tired, is grumpy and wants to be left alone... they can't. Here you can be alone when you want; have a companion when you want and all of us want your life to work. You live in a family where all the kids see you as Momma. You live in a family where you have four sisters, four best friends, confidents and a husband. We all have it all. The joys, the responsibilities, the worries, the plans. Everything."

"Stop. I get it." We kissed.

"Ok. Let's go see who's cookin this morning. If no one is, we will."

We found Margie cooking eggs and pancakes. When I spread peanut butter on my pancakes Jenny laughed. "It must be something they teach men in the Navy." She said.

"No. I started using peanut butter because my Mom's pancakes needed it and syrup."

"The first time Jack came home from a cruise he put peanut butter on his pancakes."

"Was that after we were on our first cruise together?"

"You taught him that!"

"Guilty."

"Lee won't eat pancakes without peanut butter." Jenny said, more to herself than to us.

"Of course not. Men know when they find the good stuff."

In the next two weeks Jenny looked for and found a job. The folks at the college in Montana gave her a good recommendation, even though she hadn't been there very long. She and her kids settled into the family with a minimum of friction. When Denise and Lee started school the school got confused, thinking they were foster kids. Margie straightened it out when they called asking for the name and phone number of their social worker.

One day I had all four kids with me and we stopped at the DQ. They had a new employee and Mark introduced me as his Dad. The young man asked Lee if I was his Dad too. Lee hesitated a second and said, "No. He's my Dad's best friend." Denise said, "He's my new Dad." When we got home Lee told Jenny about what happened. She came to see me, in tears.

"They are confused. Everyone else calls you Daddy. But they remember Jack as Daddy."

"I think I can help all three of you with this dilemma. Ever since we left DQ I've been thinking it over. Think of this. When Denise talks to Della what does she call her?"

"Momma Della." I waited. She smiled and said, "If she can have five Mommas she can have two Daddies!"

"Seems self evident to me. Mommas are the women who love you the most when you're little. Daddies are the men who love you the most too."

"They had less trouble accepting all the Mommas than I did. It bothered me for a few days."

"Especially the few days we were on the road and they were here with their other Mommas."

"You knew?"

"I knew. What did you discover about Denise and Lee?"

"They love the people who love them. They love being a part of this big family."

"When Sam calls you Momma Jenny, how does that feel?"

"Natural. Last night after dinner she came and sat with me for a minute. She didn't say anything until she was ready to go. Then she said, "I'm glad you're my Mom." I teared up after she ran from the room.

"I'm glad you're her Momma, too."

She crawled into my lap and we kissed. After a few quiet minutes she sat up and said, "I feel whole." We kissed again and she snuggled in for a few more minutes. When she left my phone rang. The ID showed the number for the naturist resort where Mike lived.

"Hi. This is Nick."

It was Mike. "I want to say thank you."

"So, say it."

"It won't be enough. My life is better than I ever imagined it could be. At this moment Bette is in town taking a cooking class so she can make more of my favorite foods. I didn't ask her to do that! I'm working harder than I did in the Navy and they make me feel like a hero for everything I do."




Leaving the Navy Ch. 10



HERE

"You just said all I needed to hear."

"Bette told me that you gave her a massage. I didn't know you knew anything about massage."

"When I was in Tachikawa I got some lessons and I've taken some seminars over the years."

"Think I could learn, with my bum wing?"

"Enough to make money or enough to give to your women?"

"Both."

"I don't know. I know you can learn enough to be a gift to your wives."

"Can you come and teach me?"

"Bette can do that."

"I think I'd like to surprise both of them"

"Then come here for a visit. We have five women for you to practice on."

"Ok. Is that Ok with you?"

"Yes. When can you come?"

"This coming Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday?"

"Ok."

"Wait! You said five women. I remember Sandra, Delta, Pat and Margie. Did I miss one?"

"There are Sandra, Della not Delta, Pat, Margie and Jenny. You didn't meet Jenny when you were here, she was in Montana. Now she's home and she brought two kids with her."

"Do you still have a guest room?"

"Same as you left it."

"While I'm there can we talk about loving more than one woman?"

"I'll share what little I know."

"You know something. Seven women love you. That's incredible!"

"Five."

"My women love you too."

"Oh, I didn't know. I still don't know."

"Trust me. I'm working hard to be enough like you they keep me."

I laughed. "Just be you, then it's me who needs to measure up."

We got off the phone and I posted a notice on the calendar telling everyone that Mike was coming and that he wanted to learn massage in three days. Before dinner a schedule was posted for times and woman volunteer for his stay. First day, Tuesday he had two massages scheduled. Wednesday three and Thursday two more. Pat asked if she could have one. My answer was yes.

The next morning when I walked into my office the phone rang again. Same Georgia number as the day before, only this time it was Donna.

"Mike tells us he wants to come visit for three days. Is something wrong?"

"Not that I know of. I think this might be a pinch me visit."

"Pinch me?"

"I cannot believe my own life. Pinch me! If I don't wake up then my life really is this great."

"If there were problems, you'd tell me?"

"Yes. There are none I know of."

"When can any of you visit?"

"I've been thinking about that. If I came up one day a week and did massage, would I be cutting into your business?"

"No! We'd both do more. I'd get more men and you'd get hundreds of women."

"Maybe we could do a few four hand massages?"

I agreed to start the week after Mike's visit. I looked at the family calendar and picked Tuesdays, with the stipulation that I'd confer with my wives and their schedules. I emailed the family and that evening we talked. The next morning I called Donna and let her know she could book me starting that Tuesday.

When I checked into being licensed I discovered it would be months until I could be licensed. I called Bette and told her to book me, but no fees. I couldn't charge for months. 

"You can still do can massage." She said.

"Can massage?"

"We don't charge. On a table near the massage table we put a can. They leave what they leave in the can. You didn't charge and they didn't give you the money."

"Ok. Sounds good to me."

"Do you have a table?"

"I will have one by next Tuesday."

"I have a friend who is retiring and she has a good table. Want it, if I get you a good price?"

"Sure. Let me know so I know if I need to buy one, or write you a check." 

I ate lunch with Sandra and Margie. I let them know what I was considering. Margie pointed out that Mike was coming to learn and we didn't have a table. I realized that to be good to my family, I needed a table at home as well as at Donna, Bette and Mike's.

Margie did some work on the internet and the next day I drove to Atlanta and got a year old table and six sets of sheets. I ordered a quart of three different oils with the promise by the seller they would be to me before the following Tuesday.

I ordered lavender, citrus and clover blossom oils, some foot lotion and five pounds of sea salt. Over the next three days I built a wooden table out behind Sandra's house. I coated it with three coats of polyurethane. Margie asked why I built it, since I bought a table that would be more comfortable than the wooden one.

I looked at the schedule of Mike's visit and said since she was scheduled for the middle massage on Wednesday she would find out first hand.

Everything ordered arrived on Monday. At the hardware store I bought two pieces of dark green plastic sheeting eight feet by four feet.

Mike called at noon Monday. I happened to be inside when he called.

"Nick, can I come today? If I don't I'm gonna tell them what I'm doing."

"Come."

Three hours later Sam opened the gate and Mike parked his truck. He was welcomed by the family and met Jenny, Denise and Lee. After dinner Sandra asked if we were waiting to start the school till Tuesday or if we could start right after dinner. I got the ten-sided die and rolled it on the dinner table. It showed, "Pat." She smiled and said, "If you want to do my hands, feet and shoulders Ok, but nothing more."

Mike thought that would be a good place to start. The table was set up in Della's basement. Plenty of room, warm if we wanted it warm, and easy to isolate from children.

Pat changed to a half slip that she wore high enough to cover her boobs and belly. We helped her onto the table and started with me talking as I worked on Pat's left foot. I sat on a stool. Mike stood and watched. I explained what I was doing and feeling for as I worked. When I finished with her toes I said, "Pick up her foot and do what you just watched."

He was tentative and more concerned with doing it right than feeling what her foot was telling him. I stopped him and we did a meditation while he sat on another stool and held her foot in his hands. I had him focus on feeling what was going on in her foot without moving his hands at all.

It took him a while but he felt her pulse and it excited him. I had him close his eyes and visualize what was happening in her foot. I asked Pat how she was doing.

"His hands are getting hotter."

"Mike, don't move your hands and don't open your eyes. Somehow communicate to Pat that you love her. Focus the love from you through your hands up into her body. Use your energy to reach inside her, balance her, relax her, and caress her energy."

Minutes passed. I said, "Mike, the muscles, tendons, ligaments in her foot want you to caress them. Release all the stress from them. Allow it up into your hands."

He began moving his hands and listening to what her foot wanted. Not listening with his ears, but listening. I waited and then said, "When your hand begins to feel tight, take a hand off her foot and shake the stress out and let it fall to the floor. Take only one hand off at a time. Do not break the connection with her. In a good massage you don't want the physical connection to break."

We worked slowly and by ten that night we were all the way up to Pat's knees. She was asleep before ten. We woke her and helped her upstairs to bed. She kissed us both and thanked us.

By ten thirty I was in bed with Della, across the hall from Pat. Mike had gone to the guest room.

In the morning we took Della down to the table and I had Mike start with her left foot. In an hour he had done both feet and legs to her knees. We moved up with me showing and talking about her thigh. Then he felt her and began doing what her thigh wanted. He lost focus on taking care of himself and got a cramp in his hand. We took a break and talked about being aware of how much he was taking, and shaking it off when needed. We had lunch and then worked on her back.

I showed him three different ways to work her back and then had him put his hands on her back and feel which she wanted. He sat with his hands on her for almost ten minutes and then climbed on the table and started long strokes that covered her back from hip to shoulder each stroke. He moved slowly and each stroke pressed a little bit deeper.

He sat at the end of the table and worked her shoulders with no exhibition first, just feeling what her body wanted. She fell asleep. Most of the day had been quiet. I played soft meditation music and we might as well have been a thousand miles away.

When I looked at the clock it was almost six. We had spent the day with Della. Sandra had missed her appointment. We woke Della and went up for dinner. Conversation was about the massage. Sandra was disappointed and I felt badly that she had missed out. I asked her to join us in the back yard after the kids went to school the next day.

"Do we get to see what that ugly table is all about?"

"Yes." I turned to Margie and said, "You will be first on that table. After breakfast, take a good hot shower and scrub yourself. Don't dry off. Stay wet and come to the outside table."

"What happens then?" She asked.

"You get baked."

"Oh, I like how that sounds!"

"Sandra, I want you scrubbed and wet as well. Ok?"

"Will I get baked too?"

"Yes, after lunch, or maybe before lunch. We'll see."

Mike and I talked as we took the four young ones to DQ after dinner. He was amazed at how his hands could know what to do when he let them do the thinking instead of his brain trying to figure it out.

On the ride home from DQ Denise asked, "Can kids get a massage?"

I answered, "Sure. Some evening when you're ready for bed I can massage your shoulders or legs and that'll help you sleep."

Mark asked, "Can boys get massaged too?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Some evening when you're ready for bed."

"I'm gonna get ready for bed tonight." Mark said, smiling.

"Then maybe tonight you'll get a massage." Mike said.

All four kids got a little shoulder massage that night. We had them in their beds and when we were done we just covered them up and turned out the light.

The weather report let me know that the next day would be nice and warm and sunny. With Mike's help I positioned the table in the driveway where it wasn't visible from the street and would still get good sunlight. The kids went to school, driven by Della. Margie came out her back door wrapped in a towel. I had filled a gallon bottle with very warm water and had it waiting by the ugly table.

The table had a green plastic sheet over it. The sun had been on it long enough that the plastic had warmed up. I asked Margie to lie down on the table, face up. She looked at Mike and then pulled off the towel. As she got on the table I used water from the warm gallon to make sure she was wet. Before she reclined I spread a layer of the sea salt on the green plastic.

"Salt?" Margie asked.

"Yes. You don't bake things without seasoning. Go ahead and lie down."

She did. I spread her feet apart so her legs didn't touch until they reached her pussy. I talked to Mike and explained, "We're going to cover her skin with salt, making sure it is wet. Then the second green sheet goes over her."

"She'll be in a green solar oven."

"Exactly. In about half an hour I'll come back and wet her again. The salt is magic. You'll see."

"Honey, what's going to happen to me?" Margie asked.

"You will relax and maybe even take a little nap. I don't want you to get sunburn so I'll drape a dry towel over your face." I put a few drops of massage oil on it so you'll smell the oil."

"What's the salt going to do to my skin?"

"Season it. If I tell you everything in the beginning there won't be any surprise. Relax, you'll love the result."

"Ok." She relaxed. I salted her and wet her skin so the salt stuck. I was careful to avoid getting salt into her slit. With Mike's help we draped the second green sheet over her. I had attached weights to the edges of the plastic to hold it down. I didn't want a breeze uncovering her.

Della came back from delivering kids to school and saw her sister covered completely. Sandra was sitting in the back steps wrapped in a towel.

"Sandra, did you watch what they did to Margie?" Della asked.

"I did. It was like watching the beginning of a magic act. I watched carefully to see if I could get a clue about what was gonna happen. I don't know. She's covered in salt and she's wet. They covered her and now she gets to bake."

Della went over to the table and asked Margie, "What do you feel?"

"I'm warm and wet. So far that's it."

I had gone to the basement and brought the massage table outside. I dried Sandra and put her on the table, covered with a sheet. Della asked what was next. I told her that Mike was going to work on her, listening to her body and telling me what he felt.

"I'd love to stay and watch but Jenny is at her job, Pat is at the cleaners, Sandra is on one table and Margie's in the oven. I've got work to do. Call me before you take Margie out of the oven, Ok?"

"Yup." Mike and I said in unison.

For half an hour I watched Mike with Sandra. When the half hour was up I covered Sandra's face with a small towel and told her to relax. Mike and I lifted the green plastic from Margie and applied more water and salt. I held my finger to my lips as a signal to Mike to stay quiet. When we uncovered her, his eyes got wide open he was so surprised at what he saw. She asked if everything was cooking well. I told her she was perfect.

Mike went back to Sandra and had her turn over. He worked her legs, then her butt and put his hands on her back for a few minutes before he started working her back. He motioned for me and I went to the table.

"Her back wants to be stretched, like over a barrel. How do I do that?"

"If you had some pillows she could lean on them. If you were doing Donna you could have Bette sit in front of her and lean Donna over her sister. I'm too big for that to work well but you can figure out a way to do it."

He thought for a minute and then had Sandra roll over and sit up. He opened her legs so they hung off the sides of the table and he had me lay across the table. She leaned over me. Mike stood behind her and in just ten minutes her back was relaxed and done.

That was good because it was time for Margie to come out of the oven. I knocked on the back door of Della's house and while she finished up and headed for us we helped Sandra from the table. I asked Mike to refill the water bottle with warm water. He came back at the same time that Della came out of her house.

Sandra was standing by Margie's head. "What do you feel?" She asked.

"Hot, wet and my skin is tight." Della smiled as Margie answered. "I figured it out!" She said.

"Mike help me lift the plastic, please. We can put it over the clothes line."

We lifted it and both Sandra and Della gasped. Margie said, "What?"

"Lie still!" I said.

"If I hadn't seen it I would never have believed it." Sandra said.

"Believed what?" Margie asked.

I explained. "The wet salt in the oven draws all the garbage and toxins from her skin. She took a shower and scrubbed hard before she came out here. What you see is what won't scrub off."

Her body was covered in salt, brown salt. I would never have said it to any of my wives but it looked like someone shit on her. It smelled bad as well. Margie couldn't smell herself because of the towel I had over her face.

"Margie, I'm going to sit you up and uncover your face. You can look but don't do anything until I wash the salt off you. It is important you stay still. Ok?"

"Yes, Nick."

I sat her up and Mike pulled the towel away. She opened her eyes and said, "Someone shit on me! Oh, I stink!" 

I started pouring water at her shoulders and it washed the crud down onto the table and then onto the driveway and out to the street. Once all the salt was off we helped her off the table and sent her inside to shower.

She came back out before we were finished cleaning up. She said, "I cannot believe how good my skin feels. Feel me!" Della and Sandra felt her skin. They both easily noticed what a difference the salt oven had made.

Sandra said, "When I saw her I decided I didn't want to be salted. Now, I want to be salted! All that crap is in my skin too! Can I be next?"

"Yes. We'll put you on the salt table and Margie on the massage table."

We got Sandra wet and on the salted plastic, salted her all over and covered. When we turned Margie was on the massage table face down and ready.

"Mike how's the shoulder doing?" I asked.

"You showed me how to shake off the stress I pick up from someone. I can also shake off some of my own muscle ache. My shoulder feels good."

"If and or when you want my help, give me a signal. 

The signal didn't come. He worked Margie for an hour. They finished just in time for us to rinse Sandra. Margie was amazed at how Sandra looked when we uncovered her.

"It's hard to believe we could be that dirty." She said.

"Unfortunately, men are worse." I admitted. "Our skin as lots more pores and they are bigger than female pores. We are hairier too. When you do me the salt will be really bad."

"We're doing you tomorrow!" Margie and Sandra said in unison. Mike said, "When I get home I'm building an ugly table."

"Be very careful where you put it. All that salt will kill grass, flowers or food plants so I have it run out to the gutter so it gets diluted in the river."

Mike went home the next day. Della and Margie salted me and said that a man should never be salted indoors, it would kill people. 

A week later I was up at the resort and the can picked up some good money. Mike had built an ugly table but hadn't protected it well enough, so I had him put two more coats of polyurethane on it. While I was there Mike and I had a talk about sex and massage.

He watched me work on a woman client and noticed I avoided the area normally covered by pubic hair and I didn't do much to her breasts other than coat them with oil.

I gave him advice to stay legal and a way to have a conversation with Donna and Bette about his massage of them. He said Bette was having cramps with her period and she didn't know of any massage techniques that helped.

We put her on the table and I asked her if I could touch her. She agreed and I put both hands just above her pubic bone and pressed. I waited until I could feel deep inside and help the area to relax. When I felt it relax so did she. I warned her, the flow would increase but the period would be over sooner. She said she already felt better. Mike asked if he could do what he had watched.

"Not now. The stress is gone, so you can't feel it. Next time she has a period feel her, if you can feel the tightness send warmth from your hands deep and wait, it will relax. You'll both feel it."

Donna walked me to my truck and thanked me again for bringing Mike to them. Then she floored me with one question.

"How often are you working on your pregnant wife?"

I hadn't been! I had somehow let Pat get within two months of delivery and I hadn't been working on her! We had done her legs and I hadn't thought of her belly! I rushed from the resort and headed home.

Pat got a massage that evening. Three a week for three weeks and then every other day until delivery. Jenny got salted on her day off. Then Della got salted.

I put a schedule of massages and salting in the family calendar. Salting happens twice a year. Once in early May, at the end of winter, and once just before it gets too cold. The kids all get massage as well.

I asked Sandra what she wanted for her birthday and she wanted a hot tub and a privacy fence. I had both installed. Now when we salt it is behind the privacy fence. We do outdoor massage in good weather and many evenings find some of the family in the tub.

We have plans. We're going to Montana for Christmas and a wedding. We have arranged for a beach house on the outer banks for a week during the summer.




Leaving the Navy



"About?"

Della looked at me and said, "Tell us about how you got the limp."

I looked her in the eyes and suddenly understood why she asked. He son was seventeen and had seen lots of war movies and heard a lot about the excitement.

"I don't talk about my limp much, maybe because it's so new. Last December I was aboard ship just of the coast of Iraq. I was on deck when a damaged fighter came in. I was a part of the fire crew. His plane hit and skidded to a stop. We rushed to suppress any fire and when I was twenty feet from the side of the plane it blew. I was hit with six pieces of metal. The limp is from a piece of a tire that hit and damn near tore my leg off at the knee. The docs had me in surgery as quick as they could and the next day I was on a plane back to the states. I spent five months at Walter Reed and had four other surgeries. Now, I have a little limp and I am retired."

Jim asked questions and the two women sat quietly. When that topic was pretty well done I asked, "Tell me a story, please."

They both laughed. "We haven't been anywhere or done anything."

"One of you has three foster kids and a seventeen year old who isn't on drugs or robbing liquor stores. For a start tell me this, where are the Dads?"

Jim spoke up. "My Dad was killed in a fire. He was on our volunteer fire department and one night a barn caught on fire and he went. It fell on him. I was seven." 

I saw the tears on both his and Della's faces.

"My guy loved the idea of having a wife at home, but not the idea of being a husband. He left after a woman met me in the market and told me she was carrying his baby. He didn't even deny it."

"Damn. I'm sorry."

"Why? It wasn't you."

"Guys like that make life tough for everyone. I might be a good guy but with that background you are going to be worried about getting hurt again. I've never been married. I figured I was married to the Navy. I watched what ship duty did to families and I couldn't do that to anyone."

"And now?"

"I haven't thought it through. I'm forty. Is that a bit old to start a family? Could I love kids I didn't start? I just don't know."

"How long have you been out?"

"Since May first."

Jim stood and said he was off to shower and then go to bed. I shook his hand and said I was glad we met. When he was gone his mom, Della, said, "Thanks for being nice to him."

"He's a good kid. I like him."

"When he comes back and goes into the tent it will be our turn."

"Your turn?"

"We go down to the bathrooms and shower before we put on our pajamas and bed down with the kids."

"Would I be totally out of line if I asked permission to wash your backs?"

"You would be, unless you also were willing to wash our fronts."

"I love shampooing a woman's hair. Could I volunteer for that too?"

"I hope that boy finishes up and gets back soon!"

Our fire was down to coals only when Jim came back. He unzipped the tent and went inside. Della went to the tent and he handed her a small day pack. She went to the other tent and got a day pack out of it. I got a towel from my truck and we walked to the bathrooms together. 

As we got close I saw that it was one block building with a door at each end. One marked men and the other women.

I said, "Your place or mine?"

"Ours." They each grabbed an arm and steered me inside the women's bathroom. Ten stalls and then a shower area. In the shower area there were six shower heads and a bench that ran around the shower walls.

Margie started undressing and Della followed her lead. I stacked my clothes near the entrance to the shower and when I was undressed I turned to find both women naked and waiting for me.

"Are you ready for some good, clean fun?" Della asked.

I was already erect. We stepped under the spray and got clean. It was the first time a woman had seen my scars in the light that wasn't a nurse. I shampooed both of them as they washed me. Then I washed them one at a time, front and back. In the process somewhere, I kissed one of them. The next time I kissed the other one swallowed my cock. God, what a feeling.

They traded places and Della sucked and Margie kissed. I was getting close.

I broke the kiss and said, "I didn't bring a condom and I'm getting close."

Della ran to her bag and brought out a condom. "Will it still be good? It's a year old."

I nodded. Della put it on me. We moved a bench out to the middle and Della put herself on it with her legs wide open. I positioned myself and bent to her pussy. My face to her pussy. My first taste was of water and the second lick found Della's nectar. I held her feet apart so her puss was wide open for me. She moaned and it was muffled. I looked up and saw that Margie was straddling her face. I watched them as I continued to eat Della. 

When I felt Della starting to quiver I stood up and slid inside her. She wasn't super tight but she was super wet and she moved to make my experience incredible. I positioned myself so that on each stroke I jammed against her clit. That put her over the edge and she screamed into Margie's cunt. As she peaked I pulled out and dropped down to suck on her clit.

Margie stepped away after Della stopped screaming. She put herself on the bench with her ass high and her shoulders on the bench. I stepped to her and slipped into her pussy. What a difference! Inside Margie about an inch and a half was a ridge! Every stroke pushed the most sensitive part of my penis, just at the bottom of the head, across that ridge and I was pushed into sensory overload in seconds. I grabbed her hips and slammed in as I filled the condom. I held the position for a long time, until I felt myself starting to shrink. 

As I started to back out Della's hand held the condom. When I was all the way out Della took the condom off and handed it to Margie. Della swallowed my shrinking cock and sucked all the juices from it. I looked at Margie and she was sucking all the jizz from the condom. I felt life being sucked back into my cock.

Della stood up and kissed me. I held her tits in my hands and kissed her with enthusiasm. She pulled back and said, "If I put the condom back on would you fuck my ass?"

"Until either the condom or your ass breaks."

Together they worked it back on. Della knelt on the bench and I stood behind her. Her ass was at the perfect height for my entry. Margie stuck two fingers in Della's pussy and then spread the lube on her asshole. She guided my cock into her friend's ass. I pushed and she moaned. I pushed a little harder and suddenly I was in. Not wanting to hurt her I slowly pushed in and out, a bit deeper with each stroke until I was all the way in. Margie squatted next to Della and played with her tits as she masturbated herself. 

"Harder Nick! Fuck me harder!"

I held her hips and pounded in, each stroke as hard as I could. 

"I'm gonna cum! Rigggghtt Noooooow!" If Margie hadn't grabbed her legs she would have fallen off the bench! She shook and moaned for long seconds while I came inside her. When she was calmed a bit I started to pull out. I looked down and noticed the condom was gone.

Margie noticed too. As I pulled the rest of the way out Margie stuck two fingers into Della and pulled out the torn pieces of condom. She threw them in a wastebasket outside the shower area and said, "Now, we need to get clean again."

Except for the shampoo we washed each other completely again. I dried them both and they dressed in pajamas. I wrapped myself in a towel and we walked back to our campsites. When we arrived Margie asked, "Are you going to sleep like that?"

"No. The towel is too wet."

"Listen for my kids, would you Della? I'd like some snuggle time if that's OK with Nick."

"Gotcha covered, sis." They kissed and Della went to her tent. I opened the back of my truck and climbed in. Margie looked at the small space and took off her pajamas before she climbed in. I have always loved watching nude women do damn near anything. As she crawled in her breasts hung down and swung a little. I didn't resist. I cupped them as she came to me. I pinched the nipples as she lay next to me.

"Della said sis."

"Yes. She's two years older than me. There's one more sister but she won't be here until tomorrow."

"Should I stay another day?"

"I'd like that. Sandra would love to meet you."

"Hmmmm." I took her in my arms and held her. Occasionally I kissed her neck or just along her jaw line. I held her ass in my hands. We fell asleep like that.

My eyes opened and I saw kids running around and Jim helping Della make breakfast. I had hoped to wake earlier so Margie could get back to her tent. I turned and looked at Margie and saw she was uncovered. Her nearest tit was a mere inch from my face, so I sucked it in. Her eyes popped open and then she smiled. Her arms went round my head and I was pressed into the soft firmness of her C-cup. I sucked and she whispered, "Harder."

I sucked harder. She whispered again, "Like a baby, but harder." I used my whole mouth to suck and work her nipple. The harder I pressed and the harder I sucked the better she liked it. I knew I was right at the edge of pain and pleasure and that she wanted both.

My hand found her slit and she was very wet. The instant I touched her slit she spread her legs for me. My finger found her clit and made a gentle circle around it. Margie grabbed the pillow and pressed it to her face. Her entire body shook and she moaned into the pillow.

At that moment four small children pounded on the side of the truck! Margie sat up and hit her head on the ceiling. The kids were yelling, "Get up sleepy heads! Breakfast is ready!"

For the next two minutes the inside of my truck was filled with activity. I pulled on pants and she pulled on her pajamas. We got out of the truck and thought we were doing OK until Samantha, a seven year old said, "Momma, your pants are on backwards and inside out."

Jim and Della just about spit their orange juice. I checked myself and saw I had been more successful than Margie. Margie went in her tent and came out dressed in just a minute. We all sat and had a good breakfast. After breakfast I said I needed to go for a walk and Jim followed me. I was a little uncomfortable about what conversation might happen on this walk.

"Please don't hurt them."

"Why would you think I would hurt them?"

"Most men do."

"I'm not most men."

"When Mom came to bed last night she said you were a good lover. I'm glad. She has needed lovin from a man for a long time."

"You and your mom are pretty close aren't you?"

"Yeah. I don't have a dad anymore but I've always felt like I have three moms. We're all close."

"How long has it been since Della was in a relationship?"

"Since Dad died. As soon as a man finds out how close the sisters are, they're outa here."

"You know about everything, don't you?"

"No, not everything. I'm still a virgin. I don't really know how women have sex with each other, but I know they do. I think I know how men and women do it, but I'm not sure about that either."

"I'm not going to explain everything to you. I'm not family. If you want I'll talk to your mom and you together about this."

"OK. Maybe this afternoon while the little guys nap."

"You talk to her when we get back. If she wants me there I'm willing. OK?"

"OK."

The rest of our walk was in silence. When we got back I decided to head into town for some supplies and asked Della and Margie if they wanted me to get anything. They looked at each other and blushed for a moment.

"Already on my list. Anything else?"

Margie's eyes widened, "Yes, there is. A pack of those disposable razors, please. The pink ones."

"Right. OK I'll be back soon. Don't plan anything for lunch, I'm bringing it."

I drove away watching Jim standing next to Della.

When I got back the first thing I unloaded was two camp chairs. Then I pulled out two boxes of pizza from a local pizza place. The kids loved it and it wasn't long before it was gone. As we put the empty boxes in the fire pit a tan SUV drove up and parked. A woman who looked very much like Della and Margie got out as did her daughter. A budding sixteen year old I found out soon.

There were greetings, hugs and kids whooping for a few minutes. Then I was introduced. Sandra and Krystn. Five minutes later the two teens went for a walk. Sandra took Della and they headed for the bathroom.

Margie and I watched them walk away.

"She's about to know everything about me, isn't she?"

"Everything except what we did this morning."

"This feels strange. I wish I was a fly on the wall and I'm worried about what Della is telling her."

"She's telling her about how you talked with Jim yesterday, about how you get on with Mark and the other little ones, about how you volunteered to talk with Jim about sex but only with all of us together. Della is telling her how great you were last night to both of us. She's telling her about how you taste and how you kiss."

"I sure know I thought last night was wonderful." I paused, "and this morning was wonderful too."

"Can we touch?"

"What?"

"I noticed that you haven't touched either of us since we got out of the truck. What's that about?"

"I've never had two lovers being together. I don't want to upset either of you. I guess I'm not sure how to be."

"When Della gets back walk up and kiss her, tell her you missed her while she was gone. What do you think her reaction will be?"

"I haven't the foggiest idea."

"Well, I do. She will do her best to put her tongue all the way down your throat! She will hold on to you all the way back to camp. When you get back I will step up and ask if you missed me too. Your best answer is a Yes and a kiss. We share our lives. All the kids call all of us Mom. Sometimes I wonder if Jim or Krystn know who their mom is."

I sat down and she sat next to me. I held her hand. We watched the kids playing. Mark came and sat on my lap for a minute then went back to play.

When he left Margie said, "Kiss me, please."

I did. It wasn't passionate but it was filled with energy. It felt good. When I looked up I saw Della and Sandra walking towards us. I squeezed Margie's hand and said, "Wish me luck."

"Oh, I wish you all that and more."

I walked to the two women and stopped a few feet in front of them. They stopped.

"Della, I missed you while you were gone. I don't like missing you and I'm sure that when I get to know Sandra better I'll miss her just as much." I opened my arms, stepped the distance between us and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and returned the kiss. Her hips pressed against my rising interest. She moaned into my mouth.

When we broke the kiss she held my arm. I turned and we took two steps toward our campsite.

Sandra spoke. "Nick, I haven't kissed a man in three years. I just watched you kiss Della and I soaked myself. I want you to kiss me. Would that be OK?"

"Of course." Della never let go but never impeded the kiss between Sandra and I either. Sandra was taller by a few inches than her sisters. The biggest difference I noticed was that her lips were bigger and softer than Della's and her tits pressed against my chest higher. Like Margie she was blond but that doesn't make any difference in a kiss. She also smelled differently from Margie and Della, but if figured a shower together would have us all smelling the same.

Della had my left arm and Sandra my right as we walked back to camp. I guided us to where Margie was sitting.

"Margie, I just kissed Della and Sandra. I would like to kiss you, too."

She stood and kissed me. I was fully hard when the kiss ended. Sandra squeezed my erection through my jeans and said, "Have you seen the inside of our tent?"

I smiled and followed her inside the largest of the three tents. As I stood up inside Sandra dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans.

"Della told me about you. You don't mind if I taste for myself, do you?"

She looked up at my face as she pulled my cock out of my jeans and slid it into her mouth. She sucked and worked me for a few moments and then pulled back.

"Wouldn't you be more comfortable on your back?"

As quickly as I could I lowered myself to my back. She sucked me back into her mouth and worked her magic. As she sucked I noticed the tent flap open and a hand reached in with a condom. Sandra took it and slid it on me.

She opened her jeans and pulled them off. Her shaved pussy was wet and she opened it just before she sat down on my cock.

When she hit bottom she went wild. I didn't know a woman could go up and down and around in a circle all at the same time. Sandra could. I assumed she might like her tits stimulated so I held them and she tried to whisper, "Pinch my nipples!" I think the others heard her.

I pinched, through her shirt and bra. The harder I pinched the more she bounced up and down on me. The noises of our coupling were wet and loud in the tent. The smell of sex filled the space.

I wanted her to cum first so I started thinking of other things. I thought of the carrier deck pitching in the wind. I thought about the feeling of taking off from the deck laying on my back in the medevac. It didn't help. When she whispered, "Now!" I came too. I felt her contractions as I felt my cock unloading.

Sandra leaned forward and kissed me. I held her on my chest until I felt my cock pop out of her wetness. She felt it too and turned around and removed the condom. She used her mouth to clean me up and then she drank the contents of the condom. We snuggled for a few minutes and then got dressed again.

When we came out of the tent there was a chair waiting for me as well as a Diet Coke. I sat down and the conversation was about the drive in for Sandra and the weather. When Krystn and Jim got back Della asked them to take the little guys and go to the playground for about an hour. They agreed and walked off with the kids in tow.

When they were out of ear shot Margie spoke up.

"I know we've only known you for one day, but we need to have a serious conversation with you. Are you willing to listen?"

"Listening doesn't cost anything. Speak to me."

"As you may have figured out, we sisters share everything. Because of that we have been without a man in our lives for almost ten years. Men come sniffing around some but when they think they know how we are they disappear. We met you yesterday. You sat and made a friend of Jim, Mark is in love with you, and you have been a gentleman to all of us."

Della spoke. "We want to offer you something. We want to offer you a family. Two teens, five little ones and three women. We are a package. At home we have three houses next door to each other. We have a family business and friends. Somehow the community accepts us just as we are and knows we would love to have a man in our lives."

Sandra leaned towards me and said, "We'd like to offer you a job with our company, a place to live, children to love and all the lovin you could ever want."

I sat quietly for a long time. Then, I spoke.

"I am flattered by the offer. No, I am honored. I realize why the offer was made quickly and I'm stunned by your willingness to open up like you have. I want some time to think and process. I want to say yes. The last time I made a decision this big I stayed twenty years. So, I want to walk and think for a while. OK?"

They nodded. I got up and Della got up too.

"Nick, can I walk with you?"

I held out my hand and she took it.

Half way round the camp I asked, "Can you tell me about the town?"

She did. One school. Jim would graduate with twenty other kids. The city had built a swimming pool two years before. There was one supermarket, one hardware store, two cafes and two gas stations. She thought the total population of the area was about three thousand. They lived an hour and a half from Atlanta.




Leaving the Navy



When we arrived back at camp I let her hand go, kissed her and held out my hand. Sandra took it and we walked. As we made the first turn I asked, "Tell me about loving you."

"I don't know what to say."

"If I'm going to stay I want to love you. I want to love you the way you want to be loved. Tell me how to do that."

We made the next turn before she spoke.

"Are you asking me specifically or me as one of the sisters?"

"You, specifically."

"OK. Surprise me. Surprise me with little things. A phone call to tell me you are thinking about me. Flowers, but not on a holiday. Make me something, dinner, something for my room. Kiss me when I'm not expecting it. Make me feel special."

"Can I kiss any of you in front of the others or do I need to kiss all of you whenever I kiss one of you?"

"I don't know. How about we all make an agreement, if we are feeling vulnerable we can ask for a kiss or whatever without fear?"

I stopped and we kissed. It wasn't the kiss of two people who just met and it wasn't the kiss of two people who are about to pull off their clothes and go at it. It was in between. I heard a kid call out, "Get a tent!"

We slowly walked back to camp. As we approached Margie stood up and met us. I kissed Sandra again and let go of her hand. Margie took the other one and we walked off. At the first corner I turned a different direction.

"Tell me how to love you. You, specifically."

"Wow! No easy questions. OK. Let me think. Love me. Take care of me. If you see that I need something, get it. If I need a new sweater, buy one. If I need some alone time, arrange that. Rub my feet at the end of the day. Massage my shoulders any time at all. Take me out to eat once in a while." She paused.

"When we're in bed together really suck my nipples hard. I loved being eaten by you and how you sucked my nipples this morning. You want to love me? Take care of me."

We were by a bathroom. I sent her in to check the women's side. It was empty. We went back in together. Out of sight in the shower area I lifted her shirt and bra and kissed her nipple. "Tell me how hard you like it."

I opened my mouth and she leaned her tit into my mouth. The nipple was almost three quarters of an inch long and I sucked it and the half dollar sized areola in. As I increased the suction I played with the nipple. Margie's hands held my head tightly to her chest. I took another breath and sucked harder. 

"Oh god Nick. That is so good. Oh Honey!"

With my left hand I bared her right breast and held it tight. Suddenly I let go of her left breast and popped my mouth over the right one. I didn't slowly increase the suction; I sucked hard all at once. Margie's knees went weak. I held her up and kept sucking. She shuddered and came. I released her breast. The nipple was very swollen. I touched it with a finger tip. She shuddered.

"I've very sensitive right now."

I helped her dress and we walked out just as two women walked in. They looked at us strangely, but didn't say anything.

When we got back dinner was ready. I said I would do clean up and Margie said she would help. By eight thirty all the kids were in bed and the seven of us sat around the campfire.

"Mom, Nick said he would be willing to help talk to us about sex. Would that be OK?"

All three moms nodded. I spoke up after a long silence.

"Ask a question. Make it a question you really want an answer to."

"Can a woman really love another woman?"

"Jim, you already know the answer better than 99% of the world. You live in a family where the women all love each other."

"I know they love each other as sisters but can they love each other?"

"You mean romantically?"

"Yeah."

"Ladies?"

Della spoke. "When your father was alive I loved him. I loved him and had sex with no other man but him. He knew I had shared my life with my sisters all my life. He loved Margie and Sandra as much as he loved me. He also knew I loved them romantically and sexually."

"Did my dad have sex with all of you?"

All three nodded.

"Does that mean Jim and I could be half brother and sister?" Krystn asked.

Sandra spoke up. "No. When you were conceived your Dad and I were in Florida on vacation. After you were born we had DNA done. You are related but not to Jim's dad."

"Nick, can you love all three of our mom's?"

"Do you mean can I, as a possibility, or can I, as a fact, love all three?"

"As a fact."

"Yes. I've only known any of you for less than two days. Can I decide to love each of you? I can. If I make that commitment you can bet your life and farm that I will live inside that commitment to the best of my ability."

"What else do you need to make your decision?" It was Krystn.

"Nothing. I'd like some questions answered but I'm able to decide right now."

"What questions?" Jim leaned towards me.

"Where will I live? There are three houses. Am I the boyfriend and not a parent or am I a parent. Is Krystn going to scream, 'You're not my father' at me? What role is mine? What will the kids call me? What will we tell the people in town?"

Della answered. "We've talked about those issues. The biggest house is Sandra's, and it's in the middle. You'll live there. We don't want a boyfriend. We want a co-parent. We haven't asked Jim or Krystn so, what do you say?"

"I want a Dad." Jim said.

"Me too."

"Not good enough. Do you want me for your Dad?"

"Yes."

"The kids will all call you Dad or Daddy. Since you will be living in Sandra's house we think you should marry Sandra. We can tell the people that you met at the conference she went to in January and that you got married this weekend. When you actually get married isn't important as long as it's this year."

"I wasn't expecting life to be like this when I got out of the Navy. You talked while I walked didn't you?"

"Yes."

"This started out to be a discussion about the sex questions Jim had. I'm afraid we got off the subject. It's getting late. Any last question before we go to bed?"

Jim looked at Krystn and I knew what the question would be.

"When Krystn and I are in bed tonight how much can I love her?"

Sandra answered. "You cannot put your penis into her vagina. You will want to. Before you even kiss, put a condom on. It makes clean up easier. You can kiss, touch and explore your bodies."

Della added, "And please try to be quiet. The little folk need their sleep."

I got up and opened the back of my truck. I gave Jim four condoms. I explained how to put it on.

"Why four?"

"After each time your cock goes off you need to remove the condom and dispose of it. Otherwise the sperm will get loose and go looking for Krystn's eggs."

"Clean up?"

"Either take a wet wash cloth with you or have Krystn use her mouth. It doesn't taste bad."

He walked away from the truck saying, "Use her mouth?"

I walked back to the fire and said, "I need to go to bed. I don't want to sleep alone. Would one of you like to volunteer or shall I ask one of you?"

Della stood up and said, "Margie spent last night with Nick. We're headed home tomorrow and Nick will be taking Sandra off for a few days to make our story work. I want tonight."

I kissed Sandra and Margie. Della and I gathered our things and went to the showers. We came back wrapped in towels. We kissed Sandra and Margie once more and then crawled into my truck. For one person the truck bed is nice and roomy. For two, it's tight. Della fit. They all did. I realized I hadn't really answered out there sitting at the fire. I hadn't said no, either.

Della spooned back against me and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed the back of her neck.

"Damn, Nick, this is so quick."

"Does it need to take longer?"

"I just don't know. Are you really willing to take all this on?"

"I haven't said yes and I haven't said no. I'm still thinking."

"If I suck you will that help you decide?"

"No. I already know you are incredible in the shower. It's taking on being Dad to Jim and Krystn and Mark..."

"And Katherine, Susan, Beth and Sam."

"Yeah. I've never been Dad or husband to anyone."

"You have lots of coaches. If you get out of line, we'll tell you."

"I'm worried about that too."

"Just hold me and go to sleep, would you? If we didn't think you were the man for the job would we offer you our sister?"

I kissed her again and we went to sleep.

We woke early and made slow love. It was loving each other and not hurried wham-bam sex. I didn't need to say anything to her. She knew I was in for the duration. As kids started to come out of the tents Della said she needed to help herd them to the bathrooms. We dressed and walked the troop to the bathrooms. I took Mark with me into the men's side and Della took the rest.

I could hear Della talking quietly to the girls, making sure they wiped and pulled their pants all the way back up. I watched and Mark needed no reminders. When we started for the door Mark asked, "Are you gonna be my Dad?"

"Yup." Was all I said.

When we met the girls outside Della had tears on her cheeks. She kissed me and whispered, "Thank you."

I held her hand and Mark's as we walked.

The breakfast was in process when we got back. I touched my finger to Della's lips and she got the message, 'don't tell.'

As everyone ate I asked Jim a question.

"Jim, do you have a driver's license?"

"Sure. For over a year."

"Does Sandra let you drive her SUV?"

"If it's important, yeah."

None of the adults were eating. They were watching Jim and watching me. I turned from Jim to Sandra and said, "Would you consider letting Jim drive your SUV home so that you and I could go get married?"

She smiled and stood up. I stood up. I stood in front of her. She looked up into my face and said, "I thought you'd never ask. Of course I'll marry you."

We kissed. Jim said, "Get a tent!" When our kiss ended everyone gathered around and we all hugged. Mark turned to Susan, who was just a few months younger than he, and said, "That's my Dad." He was right.