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Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 01

By: Romantic1



This story is the stand-alone continuation of the Pixie, Joy and Me, and expands on several of the characters featured in my story The Loving Porn Queen -- specifically, Mel -- the Pixie, and Doug, her husband. The dedicated reader may notice a few details differ between this and the earlier story (Porn Queen, especially Chapters 4 and 5). I invite you to see if you can find them. The concept of 'love languages' in Chapter 1 of this story comes from Gary Chapman's book, The Five Languages of Love. My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing.

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"I'm pregnant -- again!"

These earth-shattering words came from my lover and wife of four years, Melissa, otherwise known as the Pixie, who stood in the doorway of our kitchen with a grin on her face from ear to ear. She stopped waving the wand from a pregnancy test kit around just enough so I could see the positive indication. 

I went and hugged the Pixie, celebrating our joyous moment. We had wanted another child and, with very little effort, had apparently been successful in our quest. In that hug I thought back to the moments that brought us to this happy day.

The Pixie earned her nickname in high school, even earlier, when she ended up being the smallest person in the school and also developed mischievous and mysterious ways about her. Later I was to find the nickname was well deserved. 

Somehow she had adopted social standards that varied widely from what the rest of society called normal behavior. She was a rebel. She'd over dress; she'd under dress. When hair was in, she cut hers. When short hair was in, she got hair extensions. A streak of color in her hair as a youth was not at all unusual, but at a time when only the most daring did such a thing. When her classmates wore sneakers, she wore high heels. Those were her expressions in dress.

Mel was a rebel in her thinking and actions too. She found Thoreau and Emerson fascinating, a unique stance amongst her four hundred classmates. She excelled in every one of her classes, yet exuded a devil-may-care attitude. She chose friends irrespective of whatever social clique they might belong to, her criteria being a feeling of rapport and empathy with the person. When asked, she said she belonged to her own clique and no one else was allowed in. 

She lost her virginity years before most of her classmates discovered sex. She wasn't the least bit promiscuous, yet she confessed a number of liaisons before we met that honed her skills as an outstanding lover. 

I'm Doug, her husband and devotee. I worship the ground the Pixie walks on and never fail to tell her how much I love her and how glad I am she chose me as her 'soul mate'. I'm a hunky guy, I'm told, and together we make a rather striking couple. I'm a six-footer, standing tall and proud to have the Pixie beside me. I have dusty blond hair, a muscular body, a square jaw, deep set eyes that I'm told lures other females into my reaches, a grand sense of humor, and a disposition that allows about anything at all to happen around me, particularly by the Pixie -- and now a two year old named Ashley that may end up owning more of my heart than the Pixie does.

Melissa -- a.k.a. The Pixie - stands five feet even and, when not pregnant and bulging with child, weighs in at a trim one hundred pounds. Mel is a gorgeous blond with an unusually shapely body that turns male heads when she walks by. Her greatest asset is -- no, not her ass -- her breasts. Yes, the Pixie is blessed with a pair of tits that even today, after nursing one child, still amaze all within sight of her beauty. Her breasts are perfectly shaped and erect -- even alert -- as they sway gently to her natural body motions.

Mel knows she has been greatly blessed with these resources, and has always used her body to entice and sometimes tease others she's come in contact with. She's a bit of an exhibitionist. Thus, she dresses mostly in tops or blouses that show her cleavage and cling to her upper body. I was one of those individuals she caught, being drawn into her lair and eventually captured, although I still think I was more the pursuer and wooer of this wonderful woman.

Mel and I started dating from her first day on campus as a freshman. I was a junior. I fell in love with Mel immediately; it was love at first sight. As our initial dating progressed she fell for me too, but then I learned about her unique philosophy about relationships. One result of that was that Mel kept dating other guys, even though we seemed to be building something permanent. The other result was that she set me up to date her roommate, Joy. Mel, Joy and I were a threesome for almost four years; a time period that changed my views about life, love and relationships forever. Not surprisingly, Mel was the thought leader of our threesome when it came to defining what our relationship would be like.

I lucked into a wonderful summer job the year before I graduated from Ohio State. I became the property manager for the complex of apartments where I lived and it turned into a part-time job for all of my last year. The apartment became the base not only for me, but also for Mel and Joy, my two girlfriends at the time, right up until they graduated. I got to hire both of them to work as painters, decorators and handymen for the company. We all worked hard and made a lot of money, but more importantly we made some real positive changes on the place we lived and later on many of the properties the company we worked for owned.

That first college summer job at the apartments, and then my part-time work during the school year, turned into a job as property manager for over twenty similar properties around Columbus owned by Steele Property Trust or SPT. They paid well and the bonuses and shares in the real estate investment trust were outstanding. Further, I was given a lot of encouragement to take risks and be creative in how I approached the job of managing and marketing the properties I was assigned. 

After only two years with the company, I'd been promoted and given responsibility for all of the property the REIT owned, not just residential but also commercial. The honor was amazing for someone my age; I was only twenty-four. Gray Steele, the CEO of the REIT, told me I was a boy wonder and wanted to keep me happy. He liked me and rewarded me generously with titles, salary, bonuses, cars, perks, and promotions.

Our threesome dissolved just before the girls graduated. Joy, our partner and lover, had found someone else with greater chemistry that she felt she needed to be with. With regrets but support, we wished her well. Mel and I married in an unusual wedding ceremony, of course, shortly after her graduation.

Mel distinguished herself early on, first as a painter and erstwhile decorator and then as the decorator and designer for all of SPT. She shined in her new position and everyone in the company loved her and respected her advice and decisions, even when many of them were extreme and unheard of in real estate circles. She transformed property after property, often on a lean budget, and occupancy rates went right up to one hundred percent and stayed there. After her graduation Mel became a full-time employee of SPT and she too started getting a generous compensation package and benefits.

Two years later, when Mel was pregnant with our first 'spin-off' Pixie, we cashed in our savings and all of our units or shares we had in SPT and built an unusual, beautiful and large modern home halfway between Columbus and Delaware, Ohio on two acres of land. We were able to put a lot of sweat equity into the home as well as get our special SPT discounts on many of the building costs, appliances and finishes for the home. We ended with a multi-million dollar home on a fantastic site that hadn't cost anything near that much to build.

A few months after the house was completed Mel and I settled into young adulthood as a devoted and idyllic 'couple' with a new baby, home and mortgage, two cars, and a couple of great jobs. 

I'd love to be able to say our marriage was idyllic and that we never argued or had a fight, but I'd be lying. We had our disagreements and several of them became rather heated and lasted many weeks. The major source of discord was how I spent my time and how I apparently was or wasn't devoted to my new family.

Mel wanted quality time and attention, not only for herself but also for Ashley, the youngest Pixie in the family at that time. She'd rant and rave about how I'd forgotten how to romance her and how attentive I'd been during our college years and courtship. She contended I'd fallen out of love with her and that our marriage was doomed. She told me often how empty she felt. Our sex life went to zero -- nil -- nada. I barely noticed.

I suffered the pangs of high tension between family -- who I loved dearly, and the need to meet monthly mortgage payments as well as credit card payments that were becoming staggering, as our family's needs rose. I felt under great pressure and kept looking for relief in some way, either through making more money or by drastically cutting our family's expenses. I felt I had to put in long hours, usually seven days a week, to meet the demands of my job and to earn the generous bonuses that came our way periodically. I also carped on Mel constantly to stop using her credit cards in such a reckless way. Besides all this, I started to experience a wide range of stress effects none of which, fortunately, that were irreversible; I had a constant cold, sore muscles all the time, a nervous tic in my eye, and a love for wine that exceeded even what I knew made sense. Over time, I avoided going home since I knew Mel would just attack with criticism and condemnation.

Fortunately, we sought professional help but at first I wasn't that convinced outside help would work for us. We started weekly sessions with a marriage counselor, who also gave us homework in between these meetings such as reading and discussing a book and then reporting the results back to the counselor.

At first, the counseling added in one more stress factor to my life. Somehow, I now had to find not only the two hours it took to get to and go through the one-hour counseling session, but also had to find time to read a book and then discuss it with Mel. I couldn't duck any of this without being the ultimate bad guy that submarined my own marriage. Not only that, my parents got wind of our difficulties and sided with Mel; they got on my case about 'working at the relationship' and correcting my errant ways.

I have to admit that I felt better about our marriage after only two weeks of counseling. Moreover, our sex life started to revive. The counseling experience was transformational and changed how Mel and I interacted and communicated, and it ultimately changed how I worked. 

The counselor was amazed at the unconventional viewpoints about relationships that Mel and I had, particularly Mel. He told us frankly that he'd never seen a couple like us. I can still remember his mouth hanging open in near disbelief as Mel and I told him about the four years that Mel, Joy and I had been a threesome. She never said one word in judgment of how we'd lived, and in fact, I think she empathized with the emotions we shared with her.

Early on, the counselor had us prepare a family budget and start to allocate our funds on a monthly basis to the areas that were important to us. Mel agreed to hold to the budget and this relieved a lot of my stress aimed at reducing our debt.

After some rational thinking about my job, I hired a 'Number Two' to help me manage the properties at SPT. Gray Steele, the CEO of SPT, supported 'un-stressing' my life and welcomed Jake Hardisty, the guy I hired, into the company with enthusiasm. Jake struggled to get on board, and gradually over the next couple of months I could feel a lot of the tension and stress from my job easing as he assumed many of my duties. Soon, I had our weekends back with only an occasional telephone call dealing with some minor crisis somewhere amidst our holdings.

Mel and I also discovered that we had different ways we wanted to be loved. I needed to be loved in two primary ways: first, through our physical relationship and second, through supportive words. 

Physical touch is too easily laughed off as sex, particularly from a guy's point of view. Yet what I really needed was physical gestures from Mel that signaled she loved me; for instance, a touch on the shoulder, a hug, a passionate kiss, or a snuggle in bed by her warm, naked body. 

The words of affirmation I also needed from Mel would be encouraging. They'd create a verbal intimacy, soothe how I felt about life, and help me rise to my full potential. They'd be little requests filled with love and not demands or judgments. They'd show she loved me and wanted me in her life and how proud she was of me.

Mel, on the other hand, wanted my time -- quality time. For at least some portion of each day, she wanted to have my undivided attention on her, and on Ashley, our daughter. She wanted me to share more of my life with her as well as listen to what she was thinking about or doing. She didn't want advice; she wanted my empathic listening, shown by my probing questions and willingness to suspend judgment. These 'meaningful' and intimate communications would signal to her that I truly loved her.

Also high on her list was that I would often give her little gifts of some kind, not necessarily expensive things, but just some tangible symbol of my love for her -- even if it was just a pretty flower I'd picked beside the road as I drove home. 

As we learned and discussed each other's 'love languages', as the counselor called them, we got closer to each other and came into a much deeper understanding of our love for each other and how to express it in a way that made sense to our love object. In the end, I'd never felt closer to Mel nor she to me. 

Our love life had suffered during the 'downturn' in our marriage. As the love replaced the emptiness we both felt in our marriage, so did our physical relationship. According to the counselor, we shed a lot of our 'baggage' and found new ways to 'fill each others tanks with love.' 

Thus we found ourselves more in love than ever in our lives and then, by choice, Mel was pregnant again. 

The months drifted by and all too soon the Pixie grew to more resemble a waddling beach ball with a head. Hormones kicked in too. Some days I was wonderful and could do no wrong; other days, the opposite opinion prevailed. I rolled with the mood shifts, as I knew they were just a temporary phenomena characteristic of pregnant women. What I did find hard to roll with was the negative impact on our love life. By the six-month mark, Mel had gotten so big -- or rather the baby and packing case -- that she couldn't handle intercourse comfortably.

And then the phone rang one Saturday morning in mid-June.

I answered the phone to find a shrieking, sobbing, hysterical female voice on the other end of the line that I could not identify.

"Mel, I think it's for you," I said with a mix of concern and humor as I passed her the phone.

"Hello," Mel said politely, unsure of why I'd passed the phone to her.

"Oh, dear. Darling, get hold of yourself, I can't even understand you." A long pause transpired and Mel said, "Oh, now that's a little better. Tell me what's wrong. Are you OK?"

I listened to one side of the conversation, occasionally hearing only a muffled shriek from the earpiece even though it was against Mel's ear.

Mel tried to mouth to me who it was but I couldn't decipher her pantomime or read her lips. She kept saying comforting words to whoever was on the phone and urging them to 'get a hold of themselves.' 

As Mel talked soothing words into the phone, I took Ashley out of her highchair and indicated to her mother that we'd go out in the backyard. I led the toddler out of the house and left Mel to deal with the distressed female on the phone.

Half an hour later, Mel waddled out onto the back deck and waved to me. Ashley and I were in the sandbox building and destroying sand castles.

"That was Katie. She's left Dan, or rather he's left her or more accurately, kicked her out." 

"Oh wow!" I uttered as Ashley pummeled the carefully crafted sandcastle I'd just left for her. "Why? What happened?"

Mel went on, "Seems the two of them have just grown apart and become lonely souls. Near as I could get out of her between bouts of sobbing, they were both co-existing and living in a very dead and very cold marriage then he told her last night that she had twenty-four hours to clear out of 'his' house. Apparently, he's moving in some new honey tonight."

I stood and went to Mel. I wrapped the small beach ball in my arms and told her, "Honey, I'd never do anything like that to you. We've got the beat." I hugged and kissed her forehead.

"She's coming here this afternoon. I invited her."

"Oh," I exclaimed, casting a glance towards the house wondering what shape the guest room was in.

Mel followed my gaze and responded, "Don't worry, we can clean it up in a few minutes. The bed's clean."

"What time? Did you get flight information?"

"No. She said she'd call if she had a chance. She's going to throw a suitcase together and head for the airport, Southwest Airlines out of Manchester. She thought she'd get here around five."

"Do I want to know more of the details?" I asked.

"I don't have them," Mel answered softly. "Most of the time on phone she just sobbed and kept saying she was 'so sorry' and that she just couldn't think of anyone she was closer to or wanted to talk to more than me -- us -- you too; both of us. Then she'd have another crying jag."

"Well, she's more than welcome here. I hope we can help her turn her life around." 

Mel went in and puttered as an expectant hostess would. I played with Ashley up until lunch then we put her down for a nap.

Mel fielded a brief call about one-thirty. She told me a few minutes later, "She'll be here at 5:50 p.m. Can you pick her up?"

"Me?" I said in an exaggerated voice, horrified that I would be welcoming a hysterical woman that I'd happened to have a little fling with years earlier, although at Mel's instigation. I certainly didn't want Mel to think anything untoward now.

"Yes, you!" Mel said with a laugh. "I actually think you'd be the best medicine for her right now." She gave a long theatrical pause and added in a more serious tone, "You know she loves you."

"Me?" I said again, my voice going up a further octave.

"Yea. Ever since we had that weekend when we swapped, she's always had a soft spot in her heart for you. She confessed to me back then and I know she hasn't changed. Whenever we've talked, she's always wanted lots of details about what your doing or thinking. You're the perfect lover in her eyes."

I sputtered, "But ... but ... but that was five -- no, six years ago. We were different people -- experimenting and all. There was Joy in our lives too. Now we're married ... Ashley ... you and the babe." I gestured towards the center of the Pixie's beach ball. 

The Pixie adopted her very authoritative stance, hard to do since the result was that the beach ball belly became more pronounced and off-center over her legs. "I know all that stuff, and I know you. I love you and I love Katie. She's one of the few people in the world I wouldn't mind ...", she paused and redirected her statement. "Look, just pick her up at the airport. Buy her a drink -- two drinks. Give her dinner if she's up for it. Romance her a little to help her self esteem then bring her back here. I mean it. Play it by ear. If she's a basket case, just bring her back here and we'll work on her together."

We talked some more and Mel insisted on my meeting Katie, finally convincing me that the male-female chemistry might be just what could power up her wounded psyche. 


Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 01



Thus, at 5:50 p.m. I stood just outside the airport security area holding a single yellow rose I'd purchased at a florist shop I'd passed near our house. The deplaning passengers were mostly past by the time I saw Katie trudging along slowly, trying to keep her trolley suitcase on course. She also carried a greatly over-stuffed shoulder bag.

She didn't see me right away. Perhaps she was expecting Mel in the baggage claim area. The pause gave me time to study her for the first time in years.

Katie stood about five-foot-five and had beautiful auburn hair, now long and pulled back tightly -- almost severely - in a ponytail. She had greenish eyes, a cute button nose and small mouth, yet her face looked ashen. She wasn't wearing any makeup and the paleness of her face was also clearly stained by the new tension in her life. Her shoulders were slouched low, carrying far more of a load than just the shoulder bag. There was no doubt as you looked at her but that her life was in crisis.

I moved forward to meet her, putting myself squarely in her path before she looked up to examine the obstacle in her path to baggage claim. I held the rose out to her slowly and said the first words that came to me, "Katie, you are loved here."

"Oh, Doug," she wailed as she dropped the shoulder bag and hurled herself in my arms. Her wail wasn't a sound of joy, but more a plaintive cry to make the badness in her life vanish. She broke into uncontrollable sobs, holding onto the lapels of my jacket to try to muffle her more audible howls.

I wrapped her in my arms and held her tightly, allowing her to hide against my chest. Other passengers flowed around us, yet somehow we remained oblivious to them or what they might think. 

Gradually, perhaps over ten minutes, Katie's uncontrollable crying slowed and finally stopped. My jacket and shirt were soaked with her tears. Finally, we just stood and I held her close. I kissed her forehead and told her it would be all right. She nodded in understanding -- in appreciation. She said nothing.

I picked up her shoulder bag and put my other arm around her as she pulled her suitcase. I led Katie out to short-term parking and we found my truck. I put her bags in the backseat, made sure she was secure, and then drove us north towards home. 

In her current state, I couldn't see walking into either a bar or restaurant with Katie. One glance and you'd know she'd been crying -- a lot! Plus, there was always a fifty-fifty chance that I'd be pegged as the guy that brought tears to her eyes rather than seen as one of her rescuers. Thus, as we left the airport, I phoned in an order for pizza to our favorite deli and drove in the direction of home.

I tried to engage Katie in a light conversation on the way home, but she made no response, so I figured she just wanted to be a recluse. I told her we cared and were glad she thought of us as a 'safe haven' in her time of need. After that I shut up and drove. Katie just watched the scenery float by in some sort of vegetative state.

Mel was reading a story to Ashley when we came in the house from the garage. I carried Katie's bags a step or two behind her. When she saw Mel, Katie dissolved into tears again and ended up sitting next to her on the sofa sobbing wildly. Ashley looked concerned and then got up from the sofa and walked around Mel so she could gently pat Katie's back in a comforting gesture from the two-year old.

I got us two glasses of wine and a Diet Coke for Mel, listening occasionally as Katie attempted to talk. She'd get about three intelligible words out of her mouth before the sentence dissolved into jerky sobs. Gradually she quieted down, but she was unable to talk. I sat on the floor turning the pages of several books with Ashley.

Our pizza arrived and I settled with the delivery boy, leaving a generous tip. After wolfing down a slice, I took Ashley by the hand and led her to our master suite for a bath in the big tub. A half-hour later, after another story while sitting in my lap, she willingly went to sleep in her crib. I went and rejoined the others.

Mel and Katie hadn't moved except that Katie was curled up in Mel's lap with her eyes closed. Mel was stroking her cheek and hair in a loving gesture.

"You eat?" I asked quietly.

"No," Mel replied. "I'm starved. Can you bring us a couple of slices? Zap them in microwave to warm them up, please." I nodded and went to the kitchen to fix up a few slices. I brought two plates back to the spacious living room as well as refills for the drinks. 

Mel inhaled her two slices and gulped the soda down, holding her glass out for a further refill. I complied and asked if I could get her anything else.

Katie didn't move and her pizza slices went untouched for an hour until I finally ate them.

"Is she awake?" I asked the Pixie.

A little squeak came from Katie's lips, "Yes." She gave a huge sigh, her shoulders rising on the intake of air and then falling as she expelled the air with a shuddery sound.

I sat next to Mel on the sofa and reached over and stroked Katie's hair. She sighed again, but not as deeply or as emotionally. I kept stroking in a loving and caring gesture. When I felt bad I always liked to be touched in some way. Mel always seemed to instinctively know just when and how to touch me to make the badness go away.

I looked lovingly at Mel and then at Katie as the light faded outside and night settled in. One light we had on a timer in living room came on, yet the three of us were mostly in the shadows of the room. 

We sat for a long time. I dozed on and off, and I guess Mel and Katie did too. Finally, I announced I was heading to bed.

"Help me bring Katie into our room. We'll surround her with love tonight," Mel said.

I acknowledged her instructions and then lifted Katie up into my arms in one smooth move. She put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulders. I heard her whisper "Thank you" as I led the three of us into our master suite. 

When I set her down, Katie came to life enough to go to the bathroom. I left to close up the rest of the house and check on Ashley. When I returned, Mel and Katie were in our bed. Katie was clearly going to be in the 'middle' for the night.

I hesitated a moment. Mel and I usually slept in the nude except on the coldest nights of the year when we don our flannels. I wondered what the women were wearing. Uncertain about protocol, I decided that sleeping in my briefs would be acceptable, thus I stripped to my dark blue bikini underwear and slipped into the king-size bed next to Katie. 

As I raised the covers, I realized that Katie and Mel were nude. Mel gestured to me wildly and I got the two messages she was sending. I slipped off my briefs and tossed them on the floor, turned out the bedside light, and then cuddled up to Katie, encasing her in my arms. She nestled into me as though we did this every night. Somehow our nudity didn't matter.

No one said a word. And soon as I embraced her, I felt Katie's body sag as sleep finally overtook her. I then allowed myself to pass into dreamland, but not before acknowledging some of the erotic feelings I was having over the situation. Only then did I feel a slight surge of life in my penis.

I awoke the next morning when I became aware off Mel getting out of bed and waddling off towards the bathroom. When she came back in the bedroom, she sat next to me on the bed, leaning in and kissing me to be sure I was awake.

"Good morning," I said in a muffled voice.

"Thank you for being so loving to my friend," Mel said as she stroked by unshaven cheek with the back of her hand. She gestured towards Katie's sleeping form.

"She's easy to like," I whispered, turning to look at the still sleeping figure next to me. The sheet was just above her waist as she slept on her stomach. The naked back was alluring and suggestive, even though I knew its owner was suffering dearly over the demise of her long-term relationship.

"I'll go fix breakfast for us. Can you rouse Ashley and get her changed?"

"Sure," I replied as I hoisted myself up to a sitting position next to Mel and planted my feet on the floor.

A muffled voice next to me asked, "What time is it?"

I said, "Oh, 'bout seven o'clock."

A long groan erupted from Katie's prone form then a sleepy voice said, "I don't do seven a.m." She rolled onto her side, cranked one eye open, and faced us. Her perky breasts were obviously evident to both Mel and me. I just accepted the moment as it was and tried not to read anything into it relative to any other subject in the world. This is just the way life is right now.

Katie started again in her sleepy voice, "Thank you. Thank you both for all your caring last night. I feel so much better this morning but don't let that be a reason to stop." She smiled wanly at the two of us.

Mel said, "You came to the right place." She put her hands on her swollen belly and moved them around. She unabashedly turned her naked body toward Katie and said in a slightly excited voice, "Katie, give me your hand. You can feel the baby move."

Katie immediately extended her right hand past me and put it on the beach ball part of Mel's swollen abdomen. Ten seconds later she alertly sat up and grinned, "I can feel it. It moved for me." She moved her hand around slightly following the squirming bump.

I put my hand down on Mel's belly too, something we'd done more frequently when she was pregnant with Ashley. I too felt the gross movement of an elbow, knee or foot somewhere in the inner reaches of her womb. I smiled at Katie and then at Mel. Mel looked very proud, as though she was controlling the movements.

Finally, I said, "You girls play. I'm going to shower then I'll do Ashley." I stood in my naked splendor and sauntered away towards the bathroom, my morning tumescence pointing the way. Just before I shut the door, I heard someone comment "Nice buns" in a taunting voice.

Ashley enjoyed the company as she sat in her high chair surrounded by three adoring adults. She carefully watched Katie, the newcomer, and seemed to enjoy the moments when she paid attention to her. 

"I'm so sorry I caved in on your guys last night," Katie began, after the mundane matters about breakfast had been settled. "I guess all my tension about my crumbling marriage had been building and held together with a fragile thread right up until Dan told me to get out." She turned to me; "I sort of held it together until the airport - you poor man. You came to pick up your house guest and ended up with a distraught female on your hands."

"A knight in shining armor always at your service, Madame," I stated as I made a sweeping bow to her.

Mel reinforced my remarks, "I meant what I said; you're always welcome here. You're my closest friend -- since forever. Of course you'd come here to mend. You stay as long as you like -- you can even move in here with us."

"I thought I'd stay a few days and see what Dan had done with my things at the condo. He'd threatened to toss them all out -- whatever was left. He only gave me twenty-four hours notice. Not much of note to end a marriage on. Besides, I can always move back with mom and dad until I get reestablished."

"Dan told you he had a new honey?" I asked carefully. I didn't want to reopen the wound that had hurt her so yesterday.

"Yea. I guessed, but it was different having it confirmed and thrown in your face that he wanted to move her in and me out. I would have thought almost three years of marriage counted for something more than that."

"Me too," Mel said in a sarcastic tone, clearly unhappy at Dan's behavior.

After a long silence I went and sat by Katie and put my arm around her in a friendly hug. "What can we do to lighten your load, to bring you back to your usual state of happiness?"

She put her head on my shoulder and allowed me to kiss her forehead again. Mel watched with a smile on her face.

"What do you normally do on a Sunday?" Katie asked.

"Well, we'd thought about driving up to a lake and doing a picnic today," Mel announced as though we always did something fun like that every weekend. "The weather is nice and we wanted to get away from the house and all our projects for some quality time with each other."

I knew quite well that we had had nothing planned. More typically, our Sundays drifted by with a series of small home and work projects. Thus, the idea of a picnic came as a surprise that I managed to hide beyond actual enthusiasm for the idea.

"Oh, that sounds so nice. Can I help you prepare something? How can I help?" Katie inquired.

"Just keep Doug away from the kitchen while I prepare things," Mel said with laughter in her voice. I had a reputation for snacking on anything being prepared in the kitchen. For some remarkable reason, I could eat about anything and not gain weight.

"Come," I said to Katie, "I'll show you around the 'estate'." I took Katie's hand and led her towards the back door and our deck. Mel started to pull cold cuts and sandwich makings from the refrigerator. Ashley seemed content to play in the middle of the kitchen floor.

"We own almost as far as the eye can see back here," I said gesturing expansively at the backyard. "All the way to the back hedge row," I stated as though it was miles away, when in fact it was only about sixty feet from the back of the house. I got a laugh from Katie.

"This is so quiet and private. You can't see any of the other homes," Katie observed as she moved to sit on the rail of the deck, a cup of coffee in her hand. "Oh, is that a Jacuzzi?" she asked gesturing towards the covered spa in a corner of the deck.

"Yea," I said modestly. "We can fire it up when we get home and enjoy it this evening if you'd like. Mel and I use it about one or two nights a week, particular if I've had a physical day on the job. Mel really enjoys it now that she's carrying so much baby. It's pretty good at making all your worries disappear."

Katie said, "Then I definitely want to try that as soon as we can. I've got a lot of bad memories to make disappear."

Katie tried to muster some enthusiasm for the day, but I could tell she was working at being cheerful. Sometimes her responses were just flat and matter of fact. I continued to engage her and our conversation wandered to my job and the wide variety of tasks I encountered. Increasingly my time was spent interviewing promising candidates to head the various properties, particularly one shopping mall where the attrition rate had been rather high.

I got Katie talking about her job doing web development for an ad agency in Boston. She talked about a couple of large banks and financial houses I knew as some of her company's clients.

"I'm going to have to explain to my company why I'm absent tomorrow. Fortunately things didn't look too busy this week. I don't even think I had any meetings booked, just lots of computer time."

"Can you work from here?" I asked.

She thought for a moment and said, "Yes. Yes, I could. I even brought my laptop although it's not much of a production machine for me. I normally use a four-core Mac that's maxed out in every way you can imagine with multiple displays, memory, hard drives, graphics tablets, and all."

"Give it a shot," I suggested. "But don't forget your real reason to be here is to get back to health, not to stress yourself out further with some work assignments. If all you do is bury yourself in your work, you'll find you just postpone the mental homework of dealing with the 'Dan Situation.'" Katie nodded in agreement with my concept.

I felt sorry for the emotions I knew she'd have to encounter and deal with over the next few weeks. I guess you never really get over being ditched so catastrophically. I moved to Katie's side and used my finger to brush back a lock of her hair from her pretty face. She looked up at me and smiled.

Impulsively, I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She turned and met my kiss. This wasn't any torrid kiss that suddenly launched us into some sexual embrace. This was just a simple kiss that told her, "I love you" and "I'll take care of you" while you're here. She smiled at me when we parted and I stood. 

I stroked her cheek gently and said, "Let's go check on the picnic." 

"You really love Mel a lot, don't you?" Katie stated.

"Yes I do," I said. "We've had our rough moments too, but nothing as bad as what just happened to you. We got some marriage counseling and turned things around. You know Mel is such a non-conformist; we even managed to amaze the counselor at some of the things we've done."

"Can you share?" she asked inquisitively. "Not to gossip. I'd just like to particularly hear what you guys learned about each other and what the counselor told you or got you to think about. I tried to get Dan to go to counseling a couple of times but he wouldn't hear of it."

"Come on, we'll talk in the car or at the State Park." I led Katie back into the house. Mel was just finishing putting things in a large cooler on the kitchen table. I went to snoop as to what was in the cooler and Mel gently rapped my knuckled with a wooden spoon. We all laughed.

A half hour later we were in Mel's Jeep, heading northeast to Mount Gilead State Park. Mel sat in back with Ashley to keep her amused; Katie sat in front with me as I drove. We'd never been there before so this was a treat for Mel and me too. On the drive, we just chatted about our house, friends and jobs.

After we arrived, we made elaborate preparations at one of the campsites along side the lower lake. In a few minutes we'd set up a large canopy for shade, laid out a picnic table, and even provided a play area for Ashley.

I stretched out against one of the oak trees next to our picnic table and played with Ashley. Mel and Katie sat at the table.

"Mel," I said, "Katie wants to know what we learned from the marriage counselor. How we turned things around."

The Pixie blew me a kiss then turned to Katie; "First you have to understand what was happening in our marriage -- or rather what wasn't happening. We were in the doldrums. Both of us had put a lot of emphasis on our jobs and the house, and then Ashley. The attention we paid each other suffered. Our marriage just lost its warmth; there was no emotion, no heat. It was empty, dead."

Katie nodded knowingly at Mel's description.

Mel went on, "We started to nag each other about little things -- the house, errands, the baby, time spent at work, broken commitments -- real and imagined, and on and on. We got in a negative spiral; things only got worse. About the only thing we could agree on was that we didn't understand each other and needed outside help to pull us back from the brink."

I broke in, "One of the guys at work had been through counseling. He hadn't said much about it, but I could tell it had worked and he was so much happier after the weeks he and his wife went through it. I got the counselor's name and we called."

Mel picked up the thread, "From the moment we walked into the marriage counselor's office, things started to improve. Instead of asking us what the problems were, she asked us how we loved each other and whether we liked being loved that way? I loved her approach; it seemed so different from what I'd expected."

I went on, "After a few weeks of talking and reading, we realized we weren't loving each other the way that really meant love to each other. People usually like to be loved in one of five ways: words of affirmation about the relationship, quality time with one another, gifts showing love, acts of service that demonstrate love in some way, and physical touch. I described each of the 'love languages' in more detail and what Mel and I found out about each other."

Katie asked, "So what'd you do, change how you approached each other?"

"Exactly," Mel said, looking to me for confirmation. I nodded. "I started to go out of my way to touch Doug, anyway at all, even just a brush of my hand across his back when he was doing desk work. Of course we also started to spice up our bedroom play too."




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 01



I volunteered, "She also started to tell me how much she appreciated me and the pressures I was working under. She acknowledged all the things I'd been worried about; somehow this made things better -- almost instantly."

"Doug started to set quality time aside to spend just with me too," Mel recounted. "He'd come and sit with me in the morning with a cup of coffee, even for just ten minutes, but it was time he focused on me and what my day was going to be like. He showed he cared. Then at night, he'd spend some time just sitting and listening to me unwind. It took some doing but he stopped making suggestions and giving advice, and rather just listened."

Mel continued, "As we shared, I understood why Doug was so worried about our financial situation and was working so hard. We started living to a budget and that relieved some pressure from him and Doug hired an assistant that took off the rest of the pressure and actually let him get to some of his more strategic projects."

Our enthusiasm was apparently contagious. Katie perked up and started to ask good questions about the approach and some of the detailed things we did. Mel and I were very open with her. Nothing was taboo with our friend.

After lunch I took Ashley wading in the lake and then we did mud play. She tired after a while and we put her to sleep for her afternoon nap on a blanket under our canopy. Katie, Mel and I just talked.

Katie finally unwound about some of the details of her marriage and how things had soured with Dan. I found it heartening that she took ownership of how she felt during the decline in the relationship. She'd known where things would end up, just not the details of how it would end. At one point I reclined against a big oak tree and both Mel and Katie put their heads in my lap and dozed. I felt secure, loved, and loving all at the same time.

We drove home in late afternoon, making a quick stop at the grocery store for a few supplies. At home, Katie and Mel gave Ashley her dinner and bath while I served cocktails and fired up the grill to start some salmon cooking. I also turned on the spa and got the water warming. I could tell the evening would be cool.

After tucking Ashley in, Mel waddled onto the deck and sat at the outdoor table in the dimming light of evening. I noticed that Katie sort of waddled too, in sympathy with her friend no doubt. We ate a slow leisurely dinner, enjoying the fleeting warmth of the afternoon and the beautiful sky that changed into a million beautiful colors for us as the sun set.

I cleaned things up and on one of my last trips to the deck Katie asked, "What's needed to use the spa? You said we could try it tonight."

"Just you," I said, gesturing at the unit in the corner of the deck. "Here, I'll pull the cover. It's been heating; just get in."

Mel stood and slowly peeled her clothing off, revealing her luscious breasts and, of course, the beach ball and her puckered navel. She stepped out off her stretch shorts and underwear and waddled off to the hot tub. Over her shoulder she said, "This was made for pregnant women. I just have to watch the temperature so we don't bake junior before she's hatched."

Katie looked at me, almost as though she was seeking permission to disrobe. I made a 'go ahead' gesture. She pulled her top off, revealing her shapely breasts beneath a frilly brassiere. The bra quickly joined the pile of clothing followed by her shorts and thong. 

Perhaps to tantalize me, she turned to me full frontal and smiled, so invitingly. She held her hand out to me, "Aren't you coming too?"

My clothes joined the pile and I walked towards the tub and the two nude women in the spa. Mel had turned on the bubbler so the water churned and massaged each of us. We all lay back and half-floated in the warm water. 

"Oh, this is heavenly," Katie declared. "Can I sleep in here? Then again, I so liked where I slept last night. Will you harbor me again?"

Mel smiled at me and said, "Yes, most certainly. We both like having a naked woman join us in bed."

I nodded my enthusiastic support for the idea, careful to not get too over zealous in my expectations.

Mel floated over to me at one point and had me give her a massage and back rub. I sat up on the edge of the pool as she sat in front of me. Mel's hair swung back and forth across my tumescent penis as I worked on her, and soon I had a noticeable erection, although I ignored the event as just one more wonder of nature and hoped Katie wouldn't take offense.

After a while Mel said, "I'd better get out now. I'll get us all towels from the locker. Be right back." I helped steady her as she climbed out and got her footing on the deck. In an afterthought, she said, "Give Katie a massage too. Show her your best." She grinned at me then turned and waddled away.

Katie moved in front of me and I leaned down and rubbed into her back and shoulders. She groaned with obvious delight over my physical touch to her body. "Oh, Doug. I'll give you all night to stop."

"Careful, I just might take that long," I responded.

Katie relaxed and her head and hair also started to dance around my groin, eliciting even more of a response than Mel had created. Katie seemed to know exactly what she was doing as she backed her hair into my cock and turned her head back and forth so I received some stimulation. 

I was excited and wondered how I'd find some relief. Even though Mel had closed her love tunnel for the duration of her pregnancy, she still found a number of other ways to please me. Yet with our guest, particularly if she slept with us, I wondered what I'd do.

Mel came back to the spa carrying two oversized towels. She dropped them on a chair then sat beside me on the rim off the spa. She leaned in and gave me a very passionate kiss and then another. I felt Katie turn and watch us.

"Now me," Katie said to both of us. She stood and turned towards the two of us.

Mel reached out and pulled Katie in her direction. Soon the two women kissed just as Mel and I had a moment earlier. This time, however, I could see their tongues flick briefly into each other's mouths. 

Mel then motioned that Katie should go to me. Katie came into my arms, looking up into my face and we kissed -- passionately. My erect cock came into play as it brushed against her chest. Now my excitement was obvious and unavoidable. I felt her hand wrap around my sex and she pulled me towards her body.

Mel whispered, "Let's take this inside. I want the two of you to make love."

I looked at Mel to be sure this was indeed her wish. Our eyes locked on each other's and she smiled at me. She nodded and added in a whisper, "Make love to Katie."

Wrapped in our towels we paraded through the house turning out lights as we went. Mel dimmed the bedroom lights to our 'Love Mood' setting. I went and held her, kissing my wife passionately. "I love you," I told her. She nodded.

Mel said, "Katie needs to be loved -- by you. You need to be loved by her. I'm here too so don't forget me, but I'm going to be very content watching the two of you."

I turned to Katie and wrapped her in my arms, her nude body pressing against mine with my cock trapped between our bodies. She closed her eyes and we kissed and let our tongues play with each other. One hand found a breast and toyed with her erect nipple. 

This was the woman that I made love to about five years ago when Mel decided she wanted to have a foursome. We'd swapped with Katie and Dan, both very inexperienced and naïve and trying rapidly to move up the scale of sexual excitement. As I recall I blew Katie away as I applied all the foreplay and sexually exciting techniques I knew, and according to Mel she fell for me. Now, all these years later, we were to have a return engagement, a rare opportunity to again express the love we'd found for each other that night.

I pushed Katie towards the center of our bed, nudging her legs apart. Everything we'd done today was foreplay leading up to this moment. My tongue found her nest instantly, plunging into her nether region with the desire to bring unbridled pleasure to this woman. She groaned and pulled my head deeper into her folds.

I spent a lot of time there, only mildly aware that Mel and Katie were kissing and smoothing each other as well. Katie served up a rare and intoxicating sexual cocktail of her vaginal juices. I couldn't get enough of them, and the more I inhaled their addictive aroma and taste, the more she seemed to produce.

I ignored the first call to come up and love her. The second call was more insistent and even Mel joined in. "Doug, it's time. Make love to her. Now."

I rose up on my knees, my cock standing at rigid attention and pointing directly at Katie's pussy. Mel shuffled down the bed and grabbed my rod. She leaned in and sucked on me for a moment and then ran her tongue up Katie's slit. Enraptured by the taste and aroma, Mel lingered longer than I think she'd planned and then in a definitive move she pulled my hardness to Katie's vagina. 

Katie watched the two of us with a sense of wonder. Then I was in her, slowly sinking my shaft into her body. Her eyes got big and the corners of her mouth turned up in obvious pleasure as I slid further and further into her chasm.

"Katie, I love you," I whispered to her. "I love you very much. You are so wonderful and so deserving of love and affection. Thank you for being here with us tonight." I wanted her to hear nothing but loving, positive messages from us tonight; I knew Mel felt the same way.

Katie enfolded me in her arms and my hips started an automatic motion to bring pleasure to the two of us. Mel lay down beside us, one hand rapidly stroking her own clitoris as she watched Katie and me set up a natural rhythm in and out of each other's bodies. 

We went on for quite some time. I didn't want to rush the orgasm and end the pleasure we both seemed to be getting from the act of intercourse. Eventually, however, we both allowed the ecstasy we felt to crest. We talked to each other and to Mel, synchronizing our climaxes, until in one brief interval all three of us surged into an orgasm space.

I collapsed from my raised position onto Katie and then rolled the two of us into Mel's waiting arms. We were all panting. I pulled Mel to me and kissed her.

"Thank you, darling. That was luscious. I needed relief and you knew it. I'm glad I could please our friend." I turned to Katie and kissed her waiting mouth. 

"I shall be a bottomless pit for love like this," Katie announced. "You may plunder my body anytime, anytime at all like this. I love the two of you so much. Thank you both." She extended her arms to the two of us in a large group hug.

Eventually I uncoupled from Katie, and the two of us didn't do more than wipe a little of the excess fluid off with a washcloth from our store in the bedside table. I made sure Mel was content then the two of us cuddled in tightly against Katie and we all allowed sleep to overtake us.

*

"Take care of her," I urged Mel and I kissed her goodbye the following morning. "She may have some regrets about last night. I don't want us to be the source of her fretting about launching into some kind of kinky relationship because she's on the rebound from Dan." Katie had slept in allowing me some quality time with Mel before I left for work.

Mel said, "Don't worry, we'll talk and I'll be sure she's in balance. I have a meeting downtown with Richard Waterstone, one of SPT's contract architects. I'll see if I can get her to come along while we view the shell of a new extension at the Taylor Creek Condominium complex. Getting her out and moving might be a good idea. This morning we'll just enjoy lots of coffee and get into things again. You know, girl talk."

"I love you," I told Mel. "And thank you for last night. I feel like the cat that ate the canary."

"No, thank you for last night and you ate more than the canary -- you got the pussy too." We both smiled at her comment. "I enjoyed it all as much as you did, perhaps more. It reminds me that to feel in balance I need to be unconventional -- to be a rebel in a lot of ways, particularly in our relationships. I liked what we did and want to do it some more. And you're right; I think we should be careful with Katie. I'll talk to her."

I accepted that, gave her a last kiss, and headed out to the garage and the commute down to one of the job sites where SPT was putting in some new playground equipment this morning at an apartment complex where I wanted to attract young families as renters.

That evening when I got home, Mel gave me one of her sizzling, flesh melting; tongue twisting kisses as I came in the door. Up until we had a toddler on our hands we probably would have skipped dinner and gone right for a sexual entrée. Instead, however, I sighed mightily as I pulled away from the Pixie. I kissed Ashley who sat playing with mixing cups in her high chair.

Mel said, "Katie and I talked just about all day. She's fine with what happened, and just to reiterate what I told you this morning, so am I. She's in a much better mood but needs some of your help with next steps vis-à-vis Dan. She wanted to put on something seductive for you for dinner, she should be out in a minute."

I waggled my eyebrows and made a lecherous smile as I turned to the wine rack. "Anything I can get you while I have a sip of wine?"

"Yea, just a diet coke. I don't want to stew junior's brain just yet." She went back to cutting up bits for a salad.

I prepared our drinks, setting out a glass for Katie. Just as I finished Katie came in the kitchen wearing a pair of cutoffs and a thin short-sleeve blouse tied rather than buttoned. She was barefoot but wore several toe rings and a gold anklet. Her toes were now a sexy shade of pink. Her bare midriff and shapely bosoms left little to the imagination. She oozed sex appeal and revealed a lot of cleavage not to mention shapely leg and firm butt. If the intent was to arouse me, she succeeded.

Katie came up to me and wrapped her arms around me. "Thank you for last night. I loved how you made love to me all those years ago and I loved it even more last night."

"You inspire me," I told her as I hugged her tightly. She looked up and gave me a searing hot kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth.

As we parted, I made eye contact with Mel. She winked at me; a signal I took as full acceptance of what Katie and I had just done. Ashley was much more fascinated with the dish of Cheerios that Mel had just given her.

"Wine?" I offered Katie.

"I'll have what you're having." She took my offered glass that I hadn't had a chance to sip and then I turned to pour another.

"Did Mel tell you I need your help? I feel I should do something about separating from Dan but to tell the truth my brain is still pretty fried."

"You mean like banks and taxes and stuff like that?" I asked.

"Exactly."

I took a pad of paper out of a drawer. "Let's make a list of the things you should probably do, if it's not already too late." Katie looked worried, so I added, "Then again, it's never too late."

I thought for a minute and offered, "One of the first things is to extricate yourself financially from Dan: bank accounts, checking, credit cards, rent payments, and stuff like that. Did you have any investments?

"No. We owed on everything. Dan didn't hold back when he wanted something. We both have a car with payments to make but each is in our own names," Katie said.

"That's good. I think you should post some kind of statement in the Boston paper about 'not being liable for any debts incurred by' and quickly distance yourself from him. I'm not sure what you have to do to make that happen. Maybe you need a lawyer back in Boston."

Mel stepped in, "Remember, my Dad's a lawyer in Massachusetts. He can do this at no charge. Finish your list and then we'll call him."

Katie and I cheered. I'd temporarily forgotten that Greg Landers, the Pixie's father, was a partner in a north shore law firm near where she'd grown up. He'd be perfect for advice to Katie. As we ate in the kitchen, occasionally playing with Ashley, we filled a couple of pages with questions and items we felt Katie should do or be aware of in separating and later divorcing Dan.

I did a rush job with Ashley after dinner, hurrying her through a bath and bedtime story. She seemed content with things and willingly went to bed.

We called Greg on the speakerphone in the kitchen and had a one hour conversation with him about Massachusetts divorce law and legal liability for debts and things like that. The action plan for Katie was quite clear and she promised that the very next morning she'd start to put things into action. Greg volunteered to post the right notices and assignments back in Massachusetts, as well as take the steps of extracting her from the relationship.

After we hung up we just sat and looked at each other in stunned silence for a couple of minutes. Katie finally broke the silence, "You know when you're standing up in front of a lot of people saying your wedding vows, a moment like this is the farthest thing from you mind. This still seems surreal to me, like a bad dream." 

I went and put my hand on her shoulder as Mel reached across the table and held Katie's hand. Katie said, "I'm so glad I have you guys. You're going to keep me sane and healthy while I go through this."

One of Mel's Dad's recommendations was to have Dan pack the rest of Katie's belongings in her car and arrange to have someone drive it to her parent's home or wherever she wanted it if she couldn't do it herself. This required a call to Dan, not something that I thought Katie was up to. I took it upon myself to make a civil call to him and make the request.

I went off into the media room that doubled as my office to make the call. I took a deep breath and dialed the Boston number. A friendly female voice answered the phone and I asked for Dan, explaining I needed to talk to him. She didn't ask further questions but apparently carried the phone to him.

Dan seemed overly cordial when he learned who it was. I explained that I was calling on behalf of Katie with some simple requests about her stuff. I could tell he stiffened until I explained that she had come for a visit in Ohio and wanted to get her possessions out of his way, possibly to her parent's home or even with her while she visited. I was careful not to threaten, only to suggest areas where he could help us get all this 'unpleasantness' behind us. He seemed agreeable to what I suggested and we arranged a strategy for him to get her car filled with the right things and then drop the car off at Katie's parent's home, near Boston. Later we'd figure out how to get the car out to Ohio if that seemed the right thing to do.

I bid him a pleasant goodnight and hung up, relieved that the call had not degenerated into some kind of acrimonious communication. I went and told Katie and Mel; we were all relieved at the outcome of the call. We talked about what Katie wanted too.

My next call was to my fraternity on the Ohio State campus. Several requests and handoffs as I explained what I needed and I found a guy who was heading back to Boston the following weekend to see his girlfriend. He jumped at the opportunity to fly one-way at our expense if he'd drive her car back to Columbus. We got into the details of the arrangement and on my next call I made his flight reservations.

Katie called her mother and had a long talk with her. I listened to enough of the conversation to learn the separation was not a surprise to her mother, only the suddenness with which it had occurred. Her mother seemed glad to hear that she'd sought solace with close friends in Ohio. As they talked about Dan, the car, and her possessions, I gather she promised to call when the car had arrived. I left and went back to the kitchen so Katie had some privacy to talk to her family.




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 01



Mel came and gave me a hug. "Thank you for doing this for Katie. These are acts of service that show you love both of us. I'm sorry I thrust all this you so suddenly. Let me know if it becomes too much."

"You're kidding, right?" I retorted. "I love you, my pregnant darling. You get sore and uncomfortable when I make love to you. So what do you do? You find a gorgeous, sexy playmate to join us for a while that I make love to, and if I read the sign language around dinner, I'll make love to again tonight. I don't see a whole lot to be sorry for in this situation." I grinned at Mel as she stood beside me and I stroked her inner thigh, right up to her near naked pussy.

Mel closed her eyes as I stroked, our conversation apparently forgotten. "Will you make me cum? You know, with your mouth?"

"Your wish is my command," I said as I fumbled with the elasticized shorts Mel was wearing, pulling them down her shapely legs. "What about Katie?"

"Oh, yea. Let's go to the bedroom. She can join us. You two can make love, but only after you bring me off in your unique way." Her voice had that distracted and far away tone to it.

Mel stepped out of her shorts and waddled towards the master suite. We didn't say anything as we passed through; we just gestured to Katie to follow us towards the bedroom. She got the message right away and I could hear her start to wind down the telephone conversation.

The Pixie stripped away her clothing and shuffled on her back towards the middle of the bed. I lay my nude body down in from of her and started lapping all around her pubic area. Soon, I zeroed right in on her vagina and clitoris, alternating between gnawing, lapping, and driving my tongue into the areas that seemed to stimulate her most. 

Much to my surprise, I felt someone nudge my body to roll onto my side. Katie wanted at my mid-section. As I moved slightly, still focusing on Mel, I felt Katie's long brunette trusses sweep across my side. She swung her head back and forth dragging her sexy locks over my body. 

The locks of hair swung lower and then lower still. I turned partially and felt her hand wrap around my manhood, her tresses tight against me as she slowly stroked and swirled her hair in a way that drove me to great distraction. Finally, the tresses slithered away and a warm, loving mouth enveloped my steel hard rod. As Katie did this, I could also feel her hair and erect nipples occasionally rub against my thigh, a highly erotic feeling.

Katie then abandoned my prick for the same territory I'd been mining with my tongue. She said, "I haven't done this in years. In fact, Mel's been the only woman I've ever done this with. Let me try again. I think I might like it more now." She nudged me away from Mel's nether region, flipping her mane of hair over Mel's lower abdomen in a wanton gesture.

I watched as Katie's tongue tentatively reached out and licked Mel's labia. Even Mel thought the event was noteworthy, for we all heard a very audible groan of pleasure from her lips. "That is so hot -- what you're doing. I can't see it but I know it's you and I can feel it. Don't stop."

Katie slowly worked her way into deep penetration with her tongue and fancy sucking and licking with her lips around Mel's clit. I wondered briefly about the old adage I'd heard that a woman knows how to make love to another woman much better than a man. I watched one of Katie's fingers gently nudge into Mel's pussy and begin a slow in and out motion.

I slid away from Mel and pushed Katie's legs apart, burying my face in her pussy. I started with the same delicate moves I'd seen her bring to Mel, just using the tip of my tongue as it danced among the folds of skin and touched little key places of interest in the area. Gradually, I went deeper and harder and then I added my fingers. 

I heard Mel whisper, "I'm cumming." Katie gasped, "Me too!" The two women came together, at least within seconds of each other. Katie hugged Mel's thighs as Mel ground her pussy into her friend's face. There followed a brief rest period as they enjoyed their after glows. 

Mel then played instructor. "Doug, come up over Katie. Sink that beautiful cock of yours into her puss. Katie, lie back and enjoy Doug -- enjoy each other. Love each other." One of Mel's hands found her clit and she started to masturbate herself again, or at least maintain some level of arousal.

Katie did lie back and invited me into her love nest. I felt like I had a diamond tipped head on my cock that could cut steel by the time I moved to penetrate. I slid slowly into Katie, both of us enjoying the sensation of pleasure that intercourse provides during those first few seconds of coupling when lovers sense each other's warmth and penetration. Katie's pussy was sopping wet in anticipation; I thought her earlier orgasm might have left the area flooded with her ejaculate. When we kissed I could taste Mel on Katie's lips and I brought the taste of the two of them to our kisses.

I was reckless. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. I'd wanted her every day since I met her years earlier. Katie was the woman of my fantasies. Every married man carries deep within him a fantasy to make love consistently to at least one other woman -- in love, in lust. This situation made that possible but in a strange way since my wife lay naked beside her and watched us with a look of happiness and contentment on her face. 

I leaned in and suckled on one of Katie's breasts and then leaned across and suckled on one of Mel's. Both women held them for me, pushing them up to be fuller and more available. Katie joined me as we sucked on the breasts Mel offered us. 

Our bodies moved together in a wonderful rhythm, moving faster and then slowing down; speeding up again -- slapping together, then stopping; squirming and circling so my rod touched places inside her she'd forgotten, then, as our peaks got nearer, we focused on just our linear drives into each other and our march towards the inevitable conclusion.

With a little conversation and at the Pixie's urgings, we came together. Katie came, her pussy clenching in spasms around my engorged and sensitive cock suddenly frozen in her. I was right on the edge. Her vaginal signals tripped my own climax that started deep within and brought forth surge after surge of fluid from my body into hers. We were frozen in time, our bodies arched into one another to maximize penetration and the proximity of my seed to her egg. 

I brought more of my weight to Katie and her legs wrapped around me tighter as she pulled me to her and we kissed passionately.

"I love you," she told me. "I've loved you for all this time even though I haven't seen you."

"I love you," I whispered back to her as I kissed her. "Me too."

"And you, my darling;" I reached out and encouraged Mel to roll her body up tightly beside our coupled torsos. She came close and we kissed her, her baby bump pushing against us both.

As we lay and cuddled together, I thought of Joy, Mel's college roommate and then 'our' roommate during their undergraduate years, when we lived and loved together. We would often end up cuddled together like this in some pretzel of love that maximized skin contact and our ability to kiss and smooth one another.

I rolled so Katie was again between Mel and me. We smothered her with kisses and both of us were smoothing her body and polishing her excited breasts.

Mel asked in a throaty voice, "Now, isn't this better than being in Boston with Dan?"

After a long pause, Katie said, "Dan who?" She giggled.

We all burst out laughing. The healing was underway.

About A Year Later

As I walked in the door on a nice October afternoon, Katie had Catrice, our second daughter, in a baby backpack. She was trotting around the kitchen in a jerky galloping style to the great amusement of the ten month old who giggled with glee at the wild but very safe ride she was being given.

Katie pushed her body against me in a welcoming kiss, the kind you never get tired of as well as the kind that make you come back for more.

"Hi Lover," she whispered to me as she nibbled on my ear lobe. "Tough day at the office? How can I bring you some pleasure?" Now the last part of her question was pure sarcastic humor, the kind we bantered around all the time. 

I whispered back in a soft romantic voice, also dripping with the same kind of sarcasm, "I need a wife or mistress that doesn't give me any lip."

We broke apart after a further peck on the lips and I kissed Catrice. Katie said, "Well, you're not likely to find either of those here." Ashley was seated in her high chair watching us very closely as she used both hands to push Cheerios into her mouth. I kissed her forehead too. She giggled.

"Where's Mel?" I asked.

"She had a meeting with Richard, the architect guy, at the new shopping mall. She should be home shortly. I worked at home all day but just got the kids from day care a half hour ago. Dinner's in the oven - meatloaf." I scanned the pile of mail sitting on the counter. She followed up, "Seriously though, can I get you a beer or glass of wine?"

"That'd be wonderful, Sweetheart. I want to change and wash up first, so no rush. I'll be right back for that -- and you." I gave her a wink and headed to our bedroom - the bedroom that Mel, Katie and I had shared since Katie's arrival a year or so earlier when she fled the disastrous end to her marriage. Mel had been very pregnant with Catrice at the time but that situation ended only a couple of months later. In the meantime, we forged a comfortable threesome.

The year had flown by. Our circle of friends accepted Katie with nary a blink. She became the pretty woman that lived with us and no one tried to make any more or less of it, although most knew we had a 'friends with benefits' living arrangement with Katie. Personally, I felt proud to be desired by two gorgeous women and they both told me I was 'their guy'. 

Katie periodically wondered aloud to us if she was being a burden by staying. Mel and I loved having her with us and in private moments alone confirmed that Katie's presence made us happier and a more loving group.

Katie had been lucky enough to be able to bring her job as a web developer with her to Ohio, slowly phasing out of that work into a new venture with Mel. We got her a desk and more robust computer, and she set up shop in the guest room. Even though that room had a bed, it never got used; Katie slept with us every night.

Mel had shifted to part time work with SPT, the real estate company we worked for, just before Catrice's birth. She was their interior decorator and designer, landscape architect, marketing arm, and whatever else seemed needed. She took a few months off and during that time expanded an idea she had for another company. Thus, when the time came she'd just not returned to the SPT job on a full time basis, using the time to actually launch into the new business that included some private decorating clients.

As Mel worked on her interior designs, she'd constantly complained about the lack of a computer program that could do both CAD as well as the more artistic components of her work, including wall décor with perspectives, color and shadows properly taken into account. Katie expressed some interest in the area, and the two women had started Isis Design Computing or IDC. Together they were designing and building just the computer program Mel needed in her work. They'd done their due diligence and thought there was a world market for the software. According to them, version 1.0 of their application would come out of the office the two women shared in our house in a few days.

I lived with two very smart and innovative women. For me, this was heaven on earth; not only were their business savvy and entrepreneur skills top notch, they also loved each other and they both loved me - all in a very physical way -- my language of love. I returned the love to them in their language by spending quality time and giving them both words of encouragement and appreciation.

Katie and I had been enjoying our wine when Mel came in. She looked a little disheveled and I wondered what had caused the disarray of both clothing and makeup. 

"Oh, wine!" she exclaimed as she eyed our drinks. "Exactly what I need." She came and took a sip of Katie's wine.

Katie said, "Let's take a moment and get you relaxed. Come with me." She led Mel out of the kitchen, and I heard several girlish giggles from down the hall as they headed towards the master suite. I poured Mel a glass of wine and checked on the dinner Katie had started.

When Mel and Katie came back in the kitchen, Mel had washed up and looked more like her trim and carefully coiffured self. She'd put on shorts and a scoop neck top. I marveled at her body, acknowledging inwardly that I never got tired of looking at her pert figure.

We did our normal 'How'd your day go?" discussion, the three of us swapping stories and adventures we'd found in our worlds. I became aware that my antenna was up; something was amiss. Mel was holding something back in our discussion. I didn't call her on it, but I found myself looking for messages between the lines -- the unsaid amidst the said.

The three of us polished off the meatloaf and another bottle of wine. I cleared the dishes and whipped through the pots and pans, feeling mellow from the wine we'd consumed. Katie and Mel sat at the kitchen table talking about their software program and marketing campaign.

When I was through, I joined them, sliding into the cushioned bench seat that formed a side of the breakfast nook. Their discussion about their company continued for another couple of minutes; I just listened with interest and sipped the last of my wine. 

Mel then announced to the two of us, "I had a little adventure today that I haven't shared with you yet." She looked to the two of us for permission to continue; we both nodded.

"I had a slightly romantic encounter with Richard today," Mel said with a touch of enthusiasm in her voice. "We've worked together for over a year now and I guess we've always known there was some chemistry, but neither of us ever did anything about it until this afternoon."

"Go on," I said slowly, trying to reserve judgment until the full story was on the table.

Mel continued, "We've always flirted; you know touching one another in an almost inappropriate way, or looking deep into each other's eyes. We've both felt it. You guys have felt it with other people too, I know."

"Anyway, today, we had to work at his office shoulder to shoulder a lot, going over plans and the interior designs for the west side of the mall. We started our rubbing and touching, but to tell you the truth, it was a little more intense than in the past. We both were clearly enjoying the teasing and closeness between us. He even massaged my back at one point, as I made changes to some plans on one of his computers, his hands venturing closer and closer to my tits. Well, the next thing I knew we were kissing and then I invited him to fondle my bare breasts. I know how much that turns you guys on and he was no exception."

Mel's voice exhibited an excitement and enthusiasm. I could tell she'd certainly enjoyed herself in the encounter she was describing. I could also tell she felt comfortable enough with the two of us to 'tell all.'

"Did it go further?" I asked in a neutral voice.

"No. No, definitely not. We made out for about half an hour and he mostly made love to my chest. He loves my puppies." She nodded toward her chest. "When he started to go 'south,' I suggested we keep our activities in the 'north' today." She turned to me and said, "I didn't feel we'd talked about involving anyone further in our relationship." Almost as an after though, she turned to Katie and added, "And I mean the three of us."

I suppose there was an open question on the table about Mel continuing in some way with Richard. I found myself surprised by my hostile reaction to the idea. I tried to test whether it was jealousy or some baser emotion. 

A long silence occurred while the three of us looked back and forth between each other. I sipped my wine, really just something to do while I thought about what Mel had just told us. Katie sipped her wine too, also in a pensive mood. Mel slid into the breakfast nook bench seat next to me and held my hand. I pulled away, thus showing my displeasure with her action. The move was obvious to Katie.

I had two very conflicting emotions: one, I felt distressed and possessive, yet at the same time I felt a surge of horniness. I couldn't feel jealous; Mel would have never married me if I exhibited that raw emotion. We'd agreed back when we first started going together in college that her ability to see other guys -- other people -- on any basis she chose, was a core value of hers that could not be negotiated away. I accepted that and in fact had been the beneficiary of her philosophy several times in our relationship when Joy and more recently Katie joined our relationship for extended stays.

Katie asked Mel, "Do you want to sleep with him? Make love?"

Mel answered carefully, apparently and visibly weighing my hostile reaction. She thoughtfully and truthfully said, "I'll have to think about it. I've known and liked Richard for a long time. We have good chemistry. We have fun and work well together. While I know it might appear a frivolous diversion, it's not, and I'm sure he feels the same way." She paused and added, "And there's no feeling I have about wanting to replace the relationship I have with Doug -- or with you. It's just that I like the excitement of the shift in my relationship grid; some book I read called it a surge of new relationship energy."

"Will you screw up your work relationship?" I asked in an obviously peeved voice. My tone surprised even me.

"I don't think so. He's an older guy and mature about relationships and such. I'm sure he'd keep it in perspective. I know I could."

I said bluntly, "You're selling yourself on the idea. I've got really mixed feelings about this. I'm not sure I can even articulate all of them right now."

"Me too," Katie added quietly. More pensively, she added, "I'm not afraid to admit I'm sort of possessive of our relationship. I'm honored that the two of you integrated me your lives when I needed you, and even though it's always been fun, it's taken me a while to get where we are. I'm gotten accustomed to this being just us -- the three of us. For me, it'd feel kinda weird if there was a fourth person off to the side."

I nodded in agreement with Katie and added to Mel, "Think about it. I'd feel strange being married to you but left at home with Katie while you carouse with Richard. I love Katie, but that'd be bizarre -- your going off with Richard every now and then." Unthinkingly, I added, "I mean Katie will leave someday and we're still a unit of some kind." I was making the moment as uncomfortable for Mel as I could. I wanted to see her squirm because of her insensitivity.

Katie jumped in, "You know the only time we make love -- I mean have sex - is when it's the three of us. Doug and I have never had sex without you Mel -- well, except for making out a little and I think I gave him a blowjob one time." She flashed me a sexy grin obviously trying to defuse the tension between us.

I would have grinned back but Mel and her proposal bothered me. Again I directed a comment at Mel, "I know you say you need the outside contact -- even validation, from others. Isn't there a way you could do this without taking it all the way into the bedroom?"

Mel sat there looking between Katie and me, nursing the last of her glass of red wine. If I read her correctly, she was surprised at my reaction -- our reactions. She got up and paced slowly around the kitchen, forming her thoughts. Finally she asked, "Can we all just think about this some more and talk tomorrow or on the weekend? I want to think about it too. I want acceptance from you, even some enthusiasm for finding some new pleasure in my life. I'd even share him with you both; I think he'd be open to that."




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 01



I scowled at her comment, my ego obviously in play and working at frustrating her idea.

She paused and added, "You both know I'm this non-conformist." She turned to me in apparent irritation, "You even knew all the years we dated that I'd go off and see other guys. I don't want to be tied down this way -- even now. I'm not sure what that means, but we've talked about this before."

I said curtly, "Yes. Yes we did; and now I'm feeling the difference between theory and practice." I paused and added, "I'll think about it too. I'll see if I can find some other mindset that I feel comfortable with." I looked to Katie.

Katie had a scowl of unhappiness on her face. She said softly, "Me too. Will you be seeing Richard again?"

"Yea," Mel said with some level of resignation, "tomorrow, but we'll be at the mall construction site. I'll keep things tame just to please you guys."

Mel came over beside me again and took my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. "I do love you, even though I have all these other urges that I seem to have to follow. Thanks for at least considering all this." She reached across and stroked Katie's face as well. I responded coldly to Mel's advance.

The matter was on the table but no further discussion took place that night, at least with Mel.

I announced I intended to take a walk to 'clear my head' about an hour before our regular bedtime. Before the words were out of my mouth, Katie said, "Me too!" with such finality that I could see it shut Mel out from joining us. Normally, we would have put an end to such friction as it happened, but I let it slide by. After all, I was one of the aggrieved parties. We quickly left the house, leaving Mel reading in the living room. In hindsight, I think Mel wanted to give us the space to talk together about her proposal.

Katie and I held hands as we walked down the driveway and headed north for a clockwise walk around the block. We were silent for a long time, both of us thinking about 'things'. 

She finally said to me, "Doug, I love you too. And I've made a decision tonight that will affect all of us."

I looked at Katie's sweet face in the heavy shadows of the night, a streetlight casting the only light towards us.

"I'm going to leave and get back to my own life," Katie announced to me. "I haven't told Mel but I've been thinking again about it for a few weeks. This situation that Mel brought home tonight has been a catalyst for me making that break sooner than later."

"Oh, Katie, are you sure? We both love having you here," I pleaded. Inside, my heart started to ache in a very physical and strange way. I suddenly felt all empty inside and like the world was sliding away from me and I couldn't get it back. First, Mel and now Katie were upsetting my life.

"Yes," she said slowly. "Tonight, after Mel said she wanted to spend some intimate time with Richard I wondered if my presence might have something to do with that; you know, that you split your time and attention between the two of us and she's consequently feeling the need for some 'outside' attention."

"I know she'd say 'No' to that and I do too," I tossed in as I put my arm around her. She pulled into me. We stopped and kissed. I added, "This is just Mel trying to be the non-conformist she likes to be, particularly in her relationships."

"There's more to my decision," Katie said. "I think I need a more traditional relationship; you know, just two people being intimate -- I guess, not three. I'm past needing to be married, but I think I want to shift back. I could do that very easily with you -- very easily, but if I pushed you to run away with me and leave Mel, I'd be the home wrecker and I couldn't do that -- even with Mel living out all these ideas about unconventional relationships. I'd never forgive myself."

"You tempt me," I said wondering where I'd take the conversation if Katie took my comment as something other than an ego booster. I hugged her to me.

She went on, "If I leave soon, it'll un-complicate the thinking you need to do about Mel and Richard -- for her too. If Mel thinks you have my warm body at home, it changes her thinking. If she realizes that her attraction to Richard might come at the expense of time with you, she might change her priorities."

I said firmly, "Now, I can guarantee that Mel doesn't think that way. She just wants to be with Richard -- to have an intimate relationship with him. It's the way she is -- the rebel. Both of us agree that we can love more than one person, and we've done it before and now are doing it with you." 

I paused, stopping our walk and turning into her. "Please reconsider and don't leave us. You make my heart ache at the idea. I'm on the edge of being teary. I need you in my life and I know Mel does too."

"Doug, I want to have kids and a more traditional family -- what you and Mel had before I arrived a year ago. This has been a fantastic year that I shall cherish and remember with joy, excitement, and fondness forever. But I think I shall ever regret if I don't end it and move on."

"I volunteer to be the father," I told her, trying to make light of the moment, yet inside my emotions were starting to overtake my control. I ignored the last part of her comment.

"I know," Katie said. "I've even thought about that and haven't even ruled that possibility out yet. That said, my leanings are to go back to Boston and restart. My parents are there and can help me get right back into things without a hassle." Katie's resolve softened and she sniffled back a tear.

I stopped walking again and pulled Katie into an embrace. Tears had welled up in my eyes on and off over the past couple of minutes over my colossal sadness about her departure; now they returned and started to stream down my face. I choked out a sob and held her closer. I felt grief at the imminent loss of a loved one and recalled the same sad emotions when Joy had left. We stood in the middle of the street and cried into each other, both anticipating the separation and loss we'd feel for months after she left.

I asked through my unrestrained sobs, "You're sure?"

Katie just nodded her head against my chest, unable to speak.

We cried together for many minutes, feeling the hurt of the changes we both knew would eventually come. Finally, we heard a car coming so we turned and started walking again, this time just holding hands. The car passed and was long gone, and the two of us just let the momentum carry us back to the house. We didn't speak another word that night except to pause outside the house and say, "I love you" to each other.

I zoned out in my den staring at the TV as an old movie played, leaving Mel and Katie to whatever discussions happened to come up. I eventually fell into some kind of exhausted sleep in my chair, full of emotions that I seemed unable to cope with while conscious. 

I awoke very early with the TV still on and with a hollow feeling deep within. I decided to go to work. I took my shower and re-dressed using the guest bathroom, trying to avoid waking Mel and Katie who both slept together on either side of the large bed when I peeked in. 

I kissed Mel on the side of her head and she mumbled something unintelligible. I went around the bed and kissed Katie too. She woke up and looked at me. She sat up, the sheet falling from her naked form. She held her arms open to me and we hugged and kissed. I felt passion from her but also the closing of a chapter. We ended with a tender kiss. Katie looked at me with big doe eyes and then pushed me towards the door. As I pulled away I could see the tears streaming down her face again.

Katie was gone when I got home that night.

*

Much to my surprise Mel was more broken up by Katie's leaving than I was. She'd break into tears and blamed herself for the breakup, however, we both avoided a long discussion about her leaving or placing any blame. That first week, we proved to be each other's rocks. I steered the conversations to the fun times we had while Katie was with us, and reflected back even further for the first time in years on the fond memories we had of Joy when the three of us lived together down by the University. 

A couple of months just slipped by. The sadness Mel and I felt with Katie's departure gradually healed leaving us with both happy memories of our year together and a melancholy feeling about her departure. We'd helped her heal, removing the pain of her shattered marriage with our own love. Love is often a bittersweet experience and our relation with Katie was no exception: sweetness for all the time we had together, the shared experiences and passionate love making, and the joyful memories; and sadness about her return to a traditional life style back in her hometown.

Mel said that Katie had made her promise not to telephone or try to contact her. "I'll need my space and time to create a new life," she'd told her. Mel had promised for both of us and we honored her request.

Mel's idea of a liaison with Richard didn't come up at all after that night in October. I didn't think Mel would have her fling without talking further about it. One cool night as we sat in the spa, I finally broached the question with her.

"Mel, what ever happened to your idea of you and Richard getting together? You've been very quiet about it since Katie left." I paused and added, "I'm not promoting anything except the subject was so controversial and then evaporated when Katie left."

Mel slid across the hot tub into my arms, "Well, truth be told, I haven't lost interest in the idea. I just put the whole idea on ice while we got over Katie leaving. Moreover, I wanted you to get used to the idea that I still want to have 'outside' friends."

I said, "I have mellowed a bit about the idea, but give me a little longer. Is he cool waiting for you?"

Mel told me, "I just said I wasn't ready to go any further. He accepted that. It's a 'nice to have' for him too; he's married and has close to the same kind of relationship with his wife that we have." 

I wasn't surprised at Mel's continued interest but let the obvious questions and opportunities implied by her statement pass by for the moment. I really did want more time to get my head around what a relationship with another male or couple would be like and how that would be different from involving women like Joy or Katie in our lives.

To be continued...



Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 02



This story is the stand-alone continuation of the Pixie, Joy and Me, and expands on several of the characters featured in my story The Loving Porn Queen – specifically, Mel – the Pixie, and Doug, her husband. The dedicated reader may notice a few details differ between this and the earlier story (Porn Queen, especially Chapters 4 and 5). I invite you to see if you can find them.  My thanks to Jeriscol for his editing.

*

Two Weeks Later

The Pixie and I had always had a great sex life. For almost half the time we'd gone together or been married, another woman had been involved. Nonetheless, we often looked for ways to spice up our sex life. Heck, even the Joy of Sex, the book Mel had me read in great detail early in our relationship, recommended using sexy stories or movies to spice up the sexual side of a relationship.

Thus, we had a small collection of DVDs, a pile of Penthouse Letters and a few books that we periodically watched or read to each other on one of our 'spice it up' nights. 

Towards this end, I stopped at the Triple-X Adult Film and Bookstore on the way home one night to pick up something to add to our collection. After ten minutes in the store I settled on a special two DVD set. The accompanying display and flyer promoting the set extolled their virtues, alluding to their possible showing – in less graphic versions – at the Sundance Film Festival. One DVD was called Love Comes Twice and the other was called Trial and Error. Supposedly, they were the hottest things on the market. 

Our two daughters got special stories from Dad that night after Mel had bathed them and also read a story to the two of them. I'm not sure the one year old understood the story but she loved the attention. We did prayers, drinks of water, brushed our teeth again, and had one more potty stop and diaper change, all in the name of extending bedtime. Finally, they were abed and sound asleep.

Mel and I grinned at each other and crept off to our bedroom suite, both eager for some time alone and some sexual entertainment as well. We both took a quick shower together and after drying off I opened up the Love Comes Twice DVD and set up the DVD to play on the flat screen TV we'd just added in the bedroom.

I went and stretched out on the bed, the controller for the DVD player beside me. 

Mel came into the bedroom wearing some strappy black four-inch heels, the kind that turn me on whenever I see her in them. We both call them her 'fuck me' shoes, often because I end up fucking her soon after I see her wearing them. Did I mention she was nude, except for a black-ribboned choker that set off her blond hair rather nicely? 

She thrust her breasts out at me, eyed my rising cock, and walked to the bed with a very sexy waggle of her hips. She reached out and grabbed my rod; "What do we have here? Why it seems to be swelling. Was it something I did? Something I'm wearing?"

I started to sit up but Mel pushed me back down against the pillow. "Turn on the DVD. I'm going to be busy down here for a couple of minutes." With that she lowered her head to my tumescent penis and lapped up one side and down the other.

I turned on the DVD and in a slight daze alternated my focus between watching the Pixie fellate me and the TV screen as the opening credits flowed by on the screen and the opening music played. 

The Pixie had me completely down her throat and was milking me with her tongue, a move so advanced even the Joy of Sex didn't mention it.

On the television screen, the DVD showed a couple meeting outside a Starbucks coffee shop and talking. I didn't pay too much attention, but then they were kissing and I watched his hand brush along the backside of the actress whose face I'd missed seeing in an earlier scene. He gestured towards his car, and in the next shot the two of them drove away.

My attention shifted back to Mel. She moved up on the bed so I could reach her pussy with one arm extended as she continued to work her oral magic on my cock.

Then my attention shifted back to the television and the DVD and I did a double take – a triple take. I couldn't believe me eyes. There was ... "HOLY SHIT!" I exclaimed as I sat upright. There was my SISTER fucking some guy in the porno film I bought that afternoon – the guy was not Carl, my sister's husband.

"MEL," I exclaimed loudly as she turned to follow my gaze at the TV screen. "Shit, Mel. LOOK! It's Kara." I pointed at the television screen.

By now the Pixie had totally abandoned my cock to see what was bothering me. She turned and looked at the TV screen. "It sure looks like her. What a coincidence."

"No, no, it is her," I insisted. "See, she even has the beauty mark on the side of her neck. That's Kara."

By now I was sitting up watching the fuck scene unfold on the DVD. My beautiful sister was getting ploughed thoroughly in a number of different positions as she and an equally handsome guy rolled around a bed and pledged their love to each other. They both seemed to enjoy their antics.

Mel watched the DVD with me, but kept one hand stroking my erection. The scene on the TV got hotter and hotter and I realized I'd become even more turned on watching my sister's sex act on the screen.

Mel noticed too, "You're getting all turned on watching your sister, aren't you? Look at you, all full and stiff; you're very fuckable, you know." She deep throated me a couple of times, then did a little sexy hum as she showed me a strand of mixed spittle and my pre-cum between my cock and her mouth just as she captured the unusual link with one finger and lapped at it.

"LOOK THERE'S CARL!" I exclaimed a few minutes later with a shout. Kara's husband appeared on the DVD, romancing a pretty brunette outside of a mall. The two of them soon were in a living room setting proving their love to one another with foreplay techniques that only experts can appreciate; and not long after, Carl's long prick foraged around in the brunette's pussy as the two drove to an explosive climax.

Mel was now captivated by her brother's 'equipment', as she called it. "I never knew Carl was so well endowed. Next time we see them I definitely want to try that out." She moved around in what we called the reverse-cowgirl position and planted her hot pussy on my cock, slowly sliding down my rigid rod. Given my angle across the bed, we could both watch the TV yet Mel could ride my cock.

I lost the thread of the plot in the movie for a minute as I came deep in Mel's pussy. I would have normally deflated, but then my sister Kara reappeared on the TV screen making love to another woman, a beautiful lithe blond. The Sapphic interlude lasted a few minutes before Carl and a third guy appeared, surprising the women and joining in the fun. Then another couple arrived and joined the sexual fray, the three couples freely exchanging sexual gifts with one another.

I started to fuck Mel again, my penis apparently experiencing some nearly instantaneous recovery from my last orgasm. She moaned in pleasure as I restarted my upward thrusts into her small body.

Mel turned around and rolled to her side. "Come behind me and fuck me, hard. This movie has me so turned on. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me."

I rolled into Mel, slamming my cock into her pussy as I glanced up at yet another sex scene with my sister on the television screen. My hips became a blur as I imagined myself fucking Kara, her loving arms wrapped around me, her legs holding me to her body, our chests barely touching so I could just feel her nipples as they dragged across my pecs, and our abdomens pushing into each other. It wasn't that I didn't love the Pixie; this was all just different – a whole new way of thinking had come over me.

I exploded again in another orgasm, jetting a copious amount of semen into the Pixie's pussy. Mel came too.

We lay there exhausted as the closing credits for the DVD rolled across the screen. The DVD ended and the main menu appeared with a light classical music piece accompanying the credits. Mel and I slowly stopped gasping for breath.

"That is one hot movie," Mel exclaimed as I rolled from her body, my moist cock carrying some of our fluids as I pulled out of her body. 

"I can't believe my sister did that. I feel I should do something but I don't know what," I stated.

Mel said, "Well, for one, you can re-start the DVD. I want to watch it again ... and again ... and again." She laughed with a sense of sexual glee. I found the remote control for the DVD player and started the movie anew.

"How'd you happen to buy this?" Mel asked. "I take it you didn't know this had your sister in it?" She laughed again at my obvious mixed emotions at discovering Kara's appearance in the film.

I explained about my stop at the Triple-X Adult Film store on the way home and the special display promoting the two DVDs. Was I actually blushing in front of the Pixie?

Mel said, "I won't last through this and another DVD tonight. Let's save the other one for tomorrow night." I agreed yet already felt an impatient urge to see it – to see my sister doing pornographic acts while I came, imagining myself deep in her pussy.

Mel read my mind. "This is the start of the scene where Kara makes love with that hunky dark haired guy." From her position nestled in my arms she pointed at the TV. I watched, verifying yet again that this was my sister. Her mannerisms, tone of voice, gestures, and laughs in the film, all proved beyond a shadow of doubt that my sister was a porn queen – and a very good one. The movie held my interest on many levels, but primarily because I really wanted to fuck my sister – a realization I'd never faced until that night.

The Pixie laid beside me stroking my flaccid cock as she watched the film again, her magnificent breasts pushing into the side of my chest. I reached around and stroked one breast, bringing the nipple back to an excited state. Much to my surprise I hardened again, particularly as the love scene between Kara and one of her co-stars splashed across the screen.

Mel rolled in front of me and indicated that I should penetrate her from the back so we could again both watch the movie but continue having intercourse at the same time. We coupled up and I started a slow oscillation in and out of the Pixie's pussy. 

When the group scene with three couples appeared on the TV screen I found I focused on Kara – my sister. I watched her receptivity to each of the men in the film, including Carl, her husband. For me, the camera almost focused on her to the exclusion of the other actors.

And then, with a little warning to Mel, we came again, our synchronized orgasms ripping through our bodies. As my ecstasy faded so did the film.

"Just stay in my pussy," Mel told me softly. "Sweet dreams." She took the remote and the TV went dark. I closed my eyes and drifted into dreamland, appreciating the warm pulpit my cock was buried in. I had very sexual dreams that night. Not surprisingly, Kara played a major role in them. Mel was there too. I even imagined her with Carl at one point, finding pleasure in watching her with another man – even though it was my brother – especially because it was my brother-in-law.

*

I didn't want to leave my heavenly and sexual dream state in the morning. My alarm clock went off and I kept hitting the snooze button and trying to return to the place I'd been before I'd been so rudely interrupted from my sleep. I couldn't; so I eventually got up and joined Mel in getting the kids ready for daycare.

As we puttered around the kitchen, Mel said to me with a smile, "You were really turned on last night. Seeing Kara like that lit your fires in a way I haven't seen for quite a while."

I nodded sheepishly, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the incestuous feelings that had emerged as a result of the DVD and our sex play. "How'd you know?" I tossed out.

Mel came close to me so our daughters couldn't hear her remarks and whispered, "Besides the fact that we made love three times, you called me Kara about five times while we fucked and watched the movie." She gave me her most lecherous grin over her shoulder as she walked away.

I had a hard time focusing on my work the rest of the day. Visions of Kara lying prone with my cock driving into her pussy kept flashing before my eyes, or there was the group scene with the three couples where different men kept approaching Kara and pushing into her willing body. In my daydream, I was one of the guys.

In a more rational moment, I reflected on the entire film and Kara's performance. I realized I hadn't paid enough attention to the plot, but from what I could remember I liked it – a lot. Kara appeared to be a skilled actress, her natural talent coming through the various scenes. Moreover, Kara liked what she was doing in the film – the acting, the genuineness of her responses, and the sex; she liked it all.

I was horny again by the time I got home. While this was not an unusual occurrence, the level of my ardor that day surprised even me. 

Mel was feeding both kids in the kitchen when I walked in. I swept Mel off her feet with a shower of kisses, much to the amusement of our daughters Ashley and Catrice. Ignoring the food clinging to their bibs I then picked each daughter up and whirled them around the room, giving them kisses as well. Gales of laughter echoed around the house, as I loved them.

"You're a great daddy," Mel told me as she flowed back into my arms. "Thank you for all your love for us." We kissed some more; both kids looked interested in what we were doing.

As we parted, Mel asked me with a laugh, "Did you think about anything other than your sister all day?"

I retorted, "Good question. Yea, at least for a few minutes – like between 12:47 and 12:48. Other than that, my mind was consumed with you know what."

"Well, the movies are playing again tonight," Mel said with a mischievous tone to her voice. "Perhaps you'll like the second film even better than the first."

The second film was better than the first – at least in my opinion. Kara, my sister, again had a starring role in Trial and Error, apparently the second film she'd made. Mel and I watched the film similarly to how we'd viewed the first film the night before: amidst our own sexual activities and orgasms.

The next morning as we got ready to go to work and drop the kids off at daycare, Mel said to me, "I think you should visit Carl and Kara down in Texas this weekend and see what they're doing? It's not that I mind, but there's a whole side to your sister and brother that you don't know about and should."

I acknowledged, "You're right. I'll see what I can arrange. You don't mind being alone for a few days?"

"No," Mel said. "I've got to spend all day Saturday working for a new client – sort of important. I've already arranged childcare. I'm working on the presentation in the morning and seeing this new couple that afternoon – a new wing to their home. I do want to know what you find out though – and as soon as you have anything to report. I'm not sure I've ever been more curious about anything in my life."

The next day, I made arrangements to visit a construction company the following Monday near where Kara and Carl lived, ostensibly to place a large order with them and see how they did quality control on some of their doors and windows. I also arranged my flights for Friday and Monday. Armed with that excuse, I called Kara and announced that I wanted to spend the weekend with her and Carl. I was sort of rude and didn't give her a chance to say she was busy with anything, I just told her when I'd be arriving the next day, on Friday, and leaving on Monday. Kara actually seemed glad to hear from me and said they'd look forward to my visit.

*

I got to Kara and Carl's house about four o'clock Friday afternoon. I wanted to just burst in the front door and ask about the porn films I'd discovered a few days prior that featured the two of them. Instead, however, I bit my tongue and waited for an opportune moment.

The day was hot, certainly compared to Columbus. Carl suggested I put on shorts and that we sit beside the pool and talk before cooking up a few things for dinner on the grill. After I changed I walked around the house, taking the long way out to the patio deck. There were the sofa and artwork that I'd seen in one of the DVDs; then I noticed the lamps and the coffee table too. All had been part of the staging in the films. 

I joined Carl on the deck and he thrust a cold beer into my hands. We talked about the weather, how long it had been since I'd seen them, Carl's search for a job to replace the one he'd lost many months earlier, and my work as property manager for several dozen properties owned by the real estate investment company I worked for.

Kara came and joined us, also enjoying a late-afternoon ale. Mostly she just listened as Carl and I got reacquainted, occasionally asking a question about my job or volunteering some piece of information about what they'd been up to, including her loss of employment.

I looked for an opening to spring my surprise question to them. After we'd talked for over half an hour, it finally came when there was a lull in the conversation. I looked at the two of them, signaling that I was about to speak and then I sprung the question on them.

"So how is the porn business?"

Carl didn't bat an eye except to look at my sister to see how she wanted to play this. Kara looked puzzled and for a moment I thought perhaps I'd made a colossal mistake. She asked flatly, "Excuse me, would you care to explain that question?"

I explained, almost rationally but ready to burst apart into a million little pieces, "So Tuesday, I stop by our Triple-X Adult Film and Book Store on the way home from work and I'm browsing the store for a good film or two and I see this special display for two films by the same outfit. One film is called Love Comes Twice and the other Trial and Error."

Carl nodded in acknowledgement of what I was telling.

I kept looking between the two of them and continued, "Now it's odd that they promote one porn film versus another because there is such a wide variety in the kinky tastes of the American public, so the display really caught my attention. Anyway, I ended up buying the two-video package. I remember the display had lots of rave reviews about the videos. I figured how could you miss with reviews and PR like that."

"So Melissa and I loved up the kids, read them stories and tucked them in bed. Now we had the whole evening to ourselves. We figure we'll make love and watch one of the videos I'd just bought and fool around. I pop one of the DVDs into the player and turn it on as we start to get into our ... errr ... lovemaking."

"I'm splitting my attention between what Mel is doing to me and what is happening on the TV screen, AND THERE IS MY SISTER GETTING FUCKED BY SOME GUY THAT'S NOT CARL."

Kara calmly said, "Oh, you must have been watching Love Comes Twice to get to a love scene so early in the video."

Carl struggled to hold back a laugh and let out a snort. At least they saw some humor in my unease.

"So WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I asked, my voice resounding around the patio.

Carl answered calmly now deciding to come to my aide, "We are making adult films, and I might add that we are very good at it."

I made a couple of snide comments about what being 'good' consisted of, but Carl brushed them aside.

Finally Carl turned square on to me and spoke, "Doug, we told you a little white lie a few minutes ago. We said we were still looking for a job when, in fact, we stopped several months back. We have our own company producing adult films. There's good money in this – very good."

I must have looked skeptical because he clarified his last remark for me.




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 02



"Doug, by 'good money' I mean that so far this year we've already cleared over a million dollars – after taxes."

I was speechless. I started to sputter as I said, "You're kidding, right?"

"Nope," Carl said. "To be more exact, so far this year our little film company has made almost three million dollars on those two films and off an advance to put both films into 'R' rated versions. We will most likely have both versions of those videos featured at the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah in January. Being selected means the films will get another jolt of earnings and it paves the way for our future films to be welcomed in more respectable cinematic circles."

I asked numbly, "Where's the other two million?"

Kara gestured to the homes on either side of us and said, "Our partners live next door to us. We are all in this together. If you watched both films you saw everybody in the company at one time or another."

"I'll say I saw everybody," I said, leaning forward again. "I saw all there is to see about everybody too." I started to sputter again, so I shut up.

Kara jumped in and asked me, "So did you watch the two films? What did you think of them?"

I took a big breath and said, "After I got over the shock that my sister was getting fucked on a porno flick, Melissa and I paid more attention. We paid more attention the second time through too ... and the third ... and the fourth. I just couldn't believe it was you."

I looked at Carl and said, "I guess I can say this in front of you given your new profession, and don't take offense, but I got the biggest hard-on I've ever had watching that film. Hell, even as we kept watching Mel and I made love three times that first night; it was some of the hottest sex we've ever had."

Kara smiled warmly and nodded, encouraging me to go on.

"Anyway after we watched it all the way through the first time Mel says, 'put it on again.' So I restart the DVD and I get another hard-on immediately. This is historic. We maneuver so we can both watch the TV and see it again, this time paying even more attention even though we're fucking like rabbits." I looked at both of them and added, "I figure I can use this language around you guys and you won't be offended."

Carl smiled and said, "Go on."

"So we watch the entire film again as we slow fuck right to the end and then we have another round of fireworks together - very nice climaxes. So, yes, I loved your video. But I don't like my sister being in it. What were you thinking?"

"Would you have gotten so hard and paid so much attention to the film if it hadn't been your sister," Kara asked, ignoring my question.

I felt myself blush. "Kara. I love you and I always have, but for the first time in my life you made me see you as a desirable woman and not as my sister. Every time I've watched those films – and I should tell you we've watched one or the other of them at least twice every night since I bought them - I've wanted to make love to you."

"Then why don't you?" Carl suggested in a matter of fact manner. When I looked at him, I could tell he was serious and that his suggestion was genuine.

I sat back like I'd been hit in the chest again. I sputtered, "You ... you ... you ... you mean ... you mean you'd ...I'd ... she'd ..." I couldn't put the whole thought together in one sentence. A long silence ensued. My brain had finally fried all its circuits. Kara went and got us some more beers and some cheese and crackers. I found myself staring at the water in the pool with random sexual thoughts just rushing through my head. Carl and Kara seemed content with the silence between us all.

Suddenly, I heard Kara say, "Oh, look here's Ally." 

I turned and a beautiful buxom young woman in her mid-twenties came strolling across the backyard from the equally large house next door. 

Kara introduced Ally to me with some words about her assisting on this or that video, and emphasizing that she was now directing the current film they were doing – another film called Love Strokes. I recognized her immediately. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Oh yes. You were in Trial and Error – towards the end. You fucked Carl and ... and you made love with Kara." The words were out before I realized how inappropriate they probably were.

Ally said, "Right," with a smile and apparent appreciation for my recognition of her role in the video. She delivered passionate kisses to Kara and Carl, then came over to me, pulled me up to a standing position, and proceeded to kiss me passionately, her tongue even darting into my mouth just before we broke our kiss. She said, "If you're Kara's brother, you deserve a big kiss too." She pasted herself against me and we kissed again; this time I got into it.

Ally said to me, "You kiss nice. Maybe later we'll do it again." She pulled up a chair between Carl and me and joined our circle.

I blubbered out something about my kisses being limited to Melissa these days, really a throwaway comment I didn't expect anyone to pay attention to.

Kara quietly said to me, "You can kiss me that way if you want to." She reached over and squeezed my hand. My brain went into fry-mode again. My sister actually wanted to have a sensual kiss with me.

I sat numbly watching Carl and Ally talking about shooting schedules and holding hands. There was a comfortable air about their being together that I just sort of appreciated for what it was. I felt I should be having some profound thoughts, but for the life of me I couldn't figure out what to think about.

Kara pulled her chair closer to me and took my hands in hers. "Doug, you should know some things about us that might make you feel better about all this." She explained about the loving relationships they'd formed across the three families and with Ally, as well as how they got started doing the films almost by accident when four of them were out of jobs, money and hope. I learned that Ally lived with Kara and Carl most of the time. I also got a dose of the group's philosophy about love and relationships. Not surprisingly, they were close to what Mel and I espoused.

Kara said, "It's important that you know that we all love each other. We are not only best friends in every nuance of the word; we are also each other's lovers and confidants. We are also each other's business partners and spiritual advisors. Our lives are inextricably intertwined with each other in every way and on every level you can think of. This is not a swing club or a group grope that we get off on now and again. We are as serious about our relationships as you are about yours and Melissa's. We work at them every day and in every way we can think of."

I asked in a quiet voice of understanding, "So you almost have a group marriage here?"

"Yes," Kara answered. "One where we believe you can love more than one person and that Love is in such short supply around the world that we should share it."

"I know 'Unconditional Love' was the underlying themes in the two films," I said. "See I did do more than just get my rocks off watching them. I got the not so hidden messages in them." I paused and asked, "So you don't care if Ally goes off with Carl?"

"Oh, I care a lot," Kara explained with a smile. "I hope they can find the kind of place they'd like to make love – the ambience. I hope that if they want friends to join them that the others find them at just the right time and in the right way to please them. I hope they have a sensual experience that brings them to new and higher levels of understanding about themselves and each other. I hope their orgasms are mind-blowing and memorable. Yes, I care a great deal. I want them to be happy. In return I know they think of me in the same way."

After a pause, Kara asked me, "What kind of a relationship do you have with Melissa? How would you feel if she had an intimate relationship with someone she cared about? What would she say if you had a relationship with one of us?"

"Oh, those are tough questions to think about. We talk about it sometimes. She'd like to have an affair with a guy she works with a lot. She's told me not to feel threatened and I don't, but I don't like her going off with her friend in that way. She broke it off before it developed into anything."

"Because you owned her?" Kara asked me.

"Because I thought we were committed to each other," I said.

"Does commitment mean ownership and exclusivity?"

I thought a minute and said, "Yea. Mel and I keep bumping up against this point in our relationship. She doesn't want to be owned nor exclusive. She says she's more committed to her own growth and to mine, than even I am. Besides, there's a complicating factor you don't know about."

"What's that?" Kara asked with great curiosity.

I explained, "Well, you know I lived with two gals in college – Mel and Joy, and Joy went off with another guy after graduation. We felt committed to her and her happiness even though it didn't involve us. There was some hurt there when she left. I guess we had wounded egos."

Kara nodded and I went on, "Anyway, a little over a year ago one of Mel's friends had a blow-up with her husband. He kicked her out – very messy. She came and ended up living with us for almost a year. Her name was Katie but now she's left us too. She felt my lack of acceptance of Mel's having a relationship with this guy she works with – Richard – would all have been different if she hadn't been around. She said she changed the 'dynamic'."

I paused and went on, "I didn't feel jealous or any of these things when we forged a relationship with a woman, but I guess I do if it's a guy. Should there be no difference? Am I running a double standard?" I never had these realizations before so just posing the questions made them breakthroughs in my thinking.

Kara looked surprised at my revelation. She thought for a few minutes as I pondered my questions.

Kara asked, "Would it be different if you were friends with the guy and you all shared the philosophy that I outlined for you a moment ago? That instead of feeling jealous and having your nose out of joint, you wanted her to have a fantastic experience with her guy friend and you even did things to help make it happen in a way that made it wonderful for her?"

She went on with a further question, "How come she didn't feel threatened when she brought Joy or Katie into your relationship?"

I said, "You're right. She wasn't threatened because she was willing to accept whatever the outcome was. She loved me – and them – enough to allow us the freedom to be together in any way we wanted. Besides, Mel is a rebel and I know she took pride in having an unusual relationship at home compared to anyone else we ever knew. Until you guys, that is."

Kara nodded at their unconventional life style yet probed my thoughts further; "Can you feel the same way she apparently did? Can you be more of a rebel?"

I slowly nodded. "Our discussion a few months ago would have been so different. She would have been so happy at my support and I probably would have been too – in the end. Instead I made it an uncomfortable scene with Mel and then Katie blamed herself because she was odd man out and she abruptly left us. She was someone I loved and wish would come back in our lives every day."

"Have you talked about it since then?" Kara asked.

I responded, "Yes. No. Not really. There's so much all tied together and I guess we need to talk. Hearing you talk about your extended family has given me some new perspectives." I gestured to the houses on either side of Kara's. "With this approach it's so much easier to talk about relationships and bring things like this out in the open. Mel is so much better at all this relationship stuff than I am." 

Kara said, "No, you're just being cautious and protecting yourself rather than putting the focus out there – on her and her happiness. Take a risk. Turn it all around. One way you know you love someone is when you're willing to let them follow their bliss – even to help them do it – and even when it's risky for you." 

Kara paused, leaned in, closed her eyes and kissed me very tenderly on the lips. I felt that kiss echo around inside my body for thirty seconds. I kept evaluating what I felt by the kiss, and then it came to me – I felt Love in every way imaginable.

She pulled away and went on, "Look, why don't you go call your wife? Tell her what you've learned and what you're feeling." She laughed, as it was clear I continued to evaluate her kiss. "She's probably waiting for you to report on our film business anyway, right?"

I grinned and nodded, "I'm going to take a little walk down your street. I need to have a special conversation with my wife." As I stood Kara stood too and gave me another soul searing kiss with her lithe body pressed against me. I got aroused. She finally pulled away from our hug and pushed me towards the side of the house.

As I started to walk around the side of the house, Carl said loudly, "We'll start dinner cooking while you're gone. Let's say it'll hit the table in about forty-five minutes." I waved my Blackberry over my shoulder and disappeared around the corner of the house.

Mel answered the phone on the first ring. I could hear the kids in the background, yet I told her we needed to have a marriage changing conversation. The Pixie gave me her full attention after she situated the kids in front of the television with bowls of Cheerios.

"Mel, I love you. I really love you," I told her. "I've just had a wonderful talk with Kara ... and well, she's infected me with a philosophy of love that's changing how I think about things. It also influences their films and how they interact with their circle of friends. It's also changed how I think about you and Richard, and about us and Katie."

Mel said eagerly, "You've got my full attention. This sounds earth shattering."

"I'll try to pass this on as I heard it from Kara. I'll miss some here and there, but you'll get the gist of it," I said. "She talked about her group – the seven people in the last movie. They're like a big family that takes pleasure in giving to the people they love. They love each other and have learned more about sharing and giving to each other more than anyone we've met. They're their own person first, so they have that self-empowerment to give, empathize and love with others. They're not dependent on other people for love, yet in just giving they get ten fold in return."

"They've reached a realization that they can love more than one person at a time. They don't subscribe to the concept of monogamy, and don't buy in to some blind adherence to a Bible or other religious or social tenet just because it's there. Instead they challenge it with their own thinking, strengths and emotions. I sense they're a very spiritual group. They've all found that each of them has the capacity to give of themselves to a few other people that they deeply care about." I paused and added, "Mel, I feel they've even embraced me into their circle."

"They don't put demands on each other, nor do they feel the need for exclusivity and couplehood as we were inculcated growing up. They seem to be a fluid group that puts their love, time and attention on the people in the group that seem to need it at the time. They don't own each other and are not possessive; they're committed to each other yet without jealousy. They even taught me a new word – the opposite of jealousy – 'compersion.' It's when you find joy and contentment in watching someone you love find some kind of bliss with another person."

"Kara said she's never felt so satisfied, so loved, so cared for and so supported in her life, and I assure you she had very loving and caring parents growing up." My mind flashed to the happy childhood I'd had in the same household.

"When they have problems and disagreements they invoke lots of communication and seek 'win-win' solutions to settle them. I haven't met them all, but she assures me they have different styles, needs, wishes, wants and desires just the way any group of seven people would; they just see the world differently from others and take delight each day to learn the viewpoints, thinking and traits of their friends."

I went on trying to summarize Kara's and the group's philosophy for Mel. "One sentence Kara said to me that had a lot of impact a few minutes ago was, 'The greatest sin is the unlived life.' She also said, 'This life is too short to allow the people you find you love to pass by with that love unrecognized and unfulfilled.' This really jarred my thinking."

"She summed it up by saying, 'We believe that what you give out comes back to you; if you give love, you get love in return.' That's why their films carry the message of love and sharing, and of joy and a blending of hearts. If all we see of the films is the sex, we've done a great dis-service to my sister, Carl, and all her friends. There's so much more here."

I paused because of the long silence at the other end of the phone. "Mel? Mel, are you still there?"

"Oh, I'm more than still here, Lover," Mel said softly to me. "Can I tell you something, honestly and openly without you getting mad or defensive?"

"I'm open to it," I told her.

"I've been living this philosophy and trying to teach you these messages since the day we met. I'm there and I've been there since I was a teenager and started reading books about this kind of philosophy. It's everywhere in the literature where enlightened people gather."

All I could do was utter one word in that instant, "Wow." After a pause I added, "I'm a slow learner."

We had a comfortable silence, but mostly it was Mel letting me think through a few more things.

Finally, I spoke again, "Oh, one epiphany I had involves you and Richard – the discussion we re-started over a month ago and never finished because I got my ego all involved and didn't see things as clearly as I do now."

Mel cautiously said, "Go on."

I urged, "I want you to feel the freedom to follow your bliss with him – or anyone. If some relationship with him is important to you, then please pursue it with my love and support. I would like to meet him, but that's not a requirement. I'm not giving you 'permission' because that would imply ownership or control, but what I am offering is 'acceptance' without strings."

"Thank you," Mel said. "I don't know where things are between us, but I'll be seeing him tomorrow about some new work. Don't worry about what might happen – I'll keep it low key, and do know that what I do, I do with love in my heart for you."

"I got it," I replied.

Mel said more enthusiastically, "You're in a transformational environment down there. Enjoy every second of it and feel the same freedom and openness to enjoy and participate in the relationships you form. As you said to me, if you can, share them, but don't think of that as a requirement." She paused and added, "Unless I'm wrong, I suspect you're about to have a few more epiphanies tonight; just enjoy them – and I mean in every way possible. I love you."

We talked a few more minutes and then promised to talk more the next day. When I looked at my watch, I was surprised that I'd been on the phone nearly an hour. I also found I had walked almost all the way back to Kara and Carl's house after my extended walk.

Ally welcomed me as I came around to the back of the house. "You've been crying. Is everything OK?" she asked softly as she pulled me into a hug. I rather enjoyed the pressure of her shapely body against me as she held the hug without a trace of reservation.

I pulled away slightly so I could look at her beautiful face; "Yes, better than fine. I just had one of those great conversations with my wife that transcends love and life. Here I am a thousand miles away. Oh, well."

Ally gave me another full body hug. I whispered "Thank you."




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 02



Kara came and took over after we parted. "It went well?" she asked tentatively. I could tell the question was asked with a sense of genuine sensitivity and caring for me and Mel.

I nodded and Kara gave me a knowing smile. She said, "I've always thought Mel and I resonated. Now I'm sure of it." She turned and headed into the kitchen. Over her shoulder she said, "Besides, we both love the same guys." I was left to put whatever spin I wanted to on her last comment.

Carl was flipping hamburgers and hot dogs on the grill. He just nodded his support to me and winked in a guy kinda way. I appreciated that.

I mellowed out over dinner, no doubt helped by three glasses of some very nice Chardonnay as well as comfortable physical contact with Kara, who sat snugly beside me on the picnic table bench seat and went out of her way to promote physical contact between the two of us. After dinner, the four of us sat around in the dim light of the patio talking and enjoying the soft night air.

Kara suggested a night swim. Almost before I could register the idea, Ally stood from the table and walked partway towards the pool. She stopped, turned towards us and slowly stripped the casual clothing she wore from her fine body. I confess I was mesmerized watching the unveiling of her flawless skin and shapely form.

Then Kara stood and repeated the process, looking me in the eyes as she slowly unbuttoned and shed her blouse and then disposed of her shorts and thong. I'd seen her naked in the films, but this was different. My God, I had a beautiful sister, and I both loved and lusted after her body. I sat frozen in my seat watching her in the shadows cast from the interior lights of the house.

Ally and Kara both came to me in their nakedness and pulled me from the table. Standing, Ally went to work on my slacks, unbuckling and pulling them from me. Kara worked on my shirt. Both went out of their way to rub their excited breasts against me in some way. They paused when all I had left were my briefs, now evidencing a penis with more than passing interest in the two women. I balked, part from embarrassment and part from the taboo of nudity in front of my sister.

Kara said to me, "I really need to see my big brother in all his glory. Not only that, I am serious about us making love later tonight – you see I love you and want you. You need to make love to me for all sorts of reasons too, besides really loving me I mean. First, you've always wanted to fuck a porn queen. Then, there's the learning and growth you'll have when I turn you any which way but loose. Oh, it'll also free your thinking about what Mel does in her spare time. Next, I've always wanted to be physical with you from the time you were sixteen. I've put this off for too many years." She leaned in and kissed me rather passionately, the erect nipples of her breasts pushing seductively into my chest. 

I asked, "Won't Carl think us kinky and way out of bounds – incest and all?" I glanced at Carl briefly but he held only a look of interest in what we were doing. He had started to disrobe for a swim as well.

She said with a laugh, "Of course he will. But that's all right with him too." She gently pushed my briefs down my legs, my tool flopping into a semi-erect position in the open air.

Ally pushed the two of us across the patio towards the deep end of the pool and as a threesome we jumped off the side into the water. I thought of all the inter-related symbology of sex, water, darkness, touching, nudity, lovemaking, and relationships. Carl dove in right behind us.

As we moved in the water, enjoying the sensations of the cool water against our naked bodies, another beautiful and naked woman suddenly appeared at poolside and dove in. She floated to Carl and embraced him.

A few seconds later the two of us stood face to face in the dim light and I met June, another member of Kara's extended family. In spite of my erection, now enthralled by yet another eye-pleasing female form, June gave me a full body hug and kiss of appreciation in our meeting. Then she floated back to Carl and the two nuzzled into each other, obviously pleased that they could share an intimate moment together.

Ally and Kara eventually pulled me to the shallow end of the pool and asked me to sit on the side. As I pulled out of the pool and sat on the side, Kara's hand suddenly held my semi-hard cock and brought it to her mouth. From my other side, Ally ran her hands up my chest and pulled me into a truly extraordinary kiss. 

Because of my past relationships with Mel and Joy and later Katie, I felt some comfort in the threesome with two women. That said, one of them was my sister and this created a new dynamic my mind struggled with. I sighed between kisses with the two of them, "Oh Kara, are you sure? It's a forever thing if we go further. Heck, this is all a forever night."

"Never more sure of anything in my life," she said softly between her oral ministrations to me.

Ally and Kara traded places back and forth, one sucking and loving my hard rod and the other kissing me and encouraging me to feel and probe their breasts and every orifice. 

Eventually, the two women had enough of doing this on the side of the pool. Kara directed us to one of the large loungers on their patio, large enough to easily hold the three of us. As the three of us situated ourselves on the chaise, I took advantage of the moment and pulled Kara around in front of me. In that instant our eyes locked, we smiled and I went down on her. 

I drove my mouth into her crease, bringing fingers and tongue to the fray to please her. My goal was to deliver an orgasm. A minute later I got my reward.

"Ooooooh Doug," Kara replied. "This is so hot. Come up here; be in me. Make love to me. I don't want to want another second."

Ally lay beside us stroking her clit and watching the two of us couple. Occasionally, she would stroke Kara's hair, kiss her, or smooth some part of her body.

I rose over my sister and in a gentle yet firm move I slowly sank my rigid cock into her body, enjoying the sensation as every fraction of an inch burrowed into her warmth. Her legs locked behind my back as she implored me to make love to her and pulled me deep into her pulpit. 

At full penetration, we paused and kissed. It wasn't just a casual kiss, but rather a seal on a new relationship we'd just forged. We'd found a new way to love each other and our lives would never be the same again. I had a thought that I'd just moved closer to heaven as I felt the love between us explode into a new dimension.

As we brought our bodies together again and again, Kara talked to me, "Oh Doug, we should have started doing this in high school; all this time we could have been loving like this. You're divine. I love having your cock buried in me. This is such a sense of completeness for me. You can have me anytime you want. Ooooooh fuck me!"

I did. We wanted our orgasms as the final elements to our new relationship. I warned and Kara implored me to explode into her. Seconds later, I did. The night sky filled with shooting stars and fireworks and an unbelievable orgasm swept through my body. I felt the birth of a new love, a new galaxy, a new constellation of relationships. 

I fell into Kara as my surges into her body passed and we hugged one another tightly. We pulled Ally into our midst too. She talked about how beautiful it was to watch us make love and how pleased and honored she was to have been there for our first joining of brother and sister in this new way. The way she said it was so kind and expressive. 

As she talked I fondled one of her breasts, occasionally accepting the orb as she'd bring it to my mouth for oral stimulation. At one point Kara and I administered to each of Ally's breasts with our mouths, driving her to distraction.

After many minutes of cuddling and also watching Carl and June couple on the adjacent lounger, Ally soon pulled my flaccid shaft from Kara's vagina and put her own mouth down over the entire shaft. The whole erotic scene was almost too much for me, not to mention the new relationship I'd just forged with my sister. I hardened almost instantly as she oscillated her head up and down over my hardening rod.

"Love Ally," Kara implored as she clenched her hand to her pussy to stem the flow of my juices from her cunt. I watched as she brought some cum drenched fingers to her mouth to sample my taste.

Ally nudged me into a new position and straddled my hips with her magnificent body. She slowly allowed her body to sink down onto me until she bottomed out. I reached up to her breasts and neck and face, caressing her features, sucking in her beauty and love. I pinched and rolled her nipples with my fingers, trying to bring some unusual stimulation to her. She closed her eyes and pushed into me in every way she could.

Neither of us lasted long. I surprised even myself with my short recovery period. The friction Ally provided, the sexuality of the entire night – including watching Carl and June fuck right next to us, and my excitement and fullness proved to be irresistible for either of us. We came into each other, groaning and pushing into each other as we climaxed. Ally then cuddled into my chest, as I remained buried in her moist nest. This time, as we kissed, it was Kara we pulled to us so that we could love her as well.

"Don't you get tired of this? Bored with the sex?" I asked the two women, almost in jest.

Both replied with comments such as, "Oh no. Every time is different and so great."

Kara went on, "For me, I've become addicted to orgasms. Several weeks ago we had a busy day and I somehow missed having sex. By evening time I was tense and anxious, almost a bundle of nerves. Everyone felt it but it was Carl that brought me back to life with some love. I really need a lot of time like this, every day."

Ally commented, "Excuse me, but I am flooded." She turned towards Kara, "Do you know your brother cums in buckets?"

Kara said, "Yea, I just discovered that myself. I'm very full." She again brought her fingers up to her mouth and tasted the mixture of our juices from our interlude together. She grinned and asked her compatriot, "It tastes good. Wanna swap?"

Ally grinned too and in seconds the two women had rolled away from me into a classic "69" position with each other, their tongues and fingers deftly extracting the admixture of juices from each other's pussies. This hot Sapphic scene went on for perhaps five minutes, before Kara threw her head back in a heated sigh as an obvious orgasm raked her lovely body. Ally looked pleased.

As the climax cleared, Kara asked Ally, "Can I bring you off?"

Ally said, "Please, but I want Doug to hold me as you do." She repositioned into my waiting arms, her legs spread apart as my sister went down on her again. Two minutes later I felt Ally stiffen and writhe as the orgasm approached, then her body froze as the jolt of pleasure hit her center. I wrapped my arms tightly around her and pulled her to me.

"Oh yessssssss," she moaned in voice that turned into a long purr of satisfaction.

The three of us wrapped around each other for a few minutes. Kara said, "Why don't you and the Pixie move down here. We'd turn her every which way but loose. Do you think she'd like that?"

I responded, "Oh, she'd love it. Until meeting you all, I thought she was the most sexually motivated person I knew. Now, I think you could all teach each other a few things. In any case, I'll bring up the subject tomorrow."

As though to push my thinking, just the way Mel would have, Kara said to me, "Do you suppose Mel is fucking her friend right now? He could have come over and have his cock buried in her pussy right now."

"I hope she's happy," was my response – not said with sarcasm but only with love.

Eventually we took another short dip in the pool to clean off some of our 'stickiness' then dried off and went up to bed. Ally and Kara cuddled up on each side of me, and sleep rapidly overtook us.

I woke to a very sensuous blowjob from Ally. Kara was nowhere to be seen. Ally said, "Oh good, you're awake. Now you can make love to me. I so liked our time together last night." We kissed and I worried about my morning breath, a possibility that didn't seem to worry Ally at all. She said if anything I tasted sort of like pussy.

Soon she pulled me between her legs in the missionary position and we made love until we each had a wave of ecstasy sweep through us. We lay together for a while and just made 'love talk' to each other as I expressed my gratitude for meeting her and being able to love her. She felt the same way about me.

Ally blotted up my excess 'juice' with a wad of Kleenex and she insisted we go downstairs naked. "It's the dress code of the house," she exclaimed. Indeed by the time we got to the kitchen I found she was right. Kara, June and Carl were all in the kitchen as naked as Ally and I were.

Over breakfast, the film team decided to forge ahead with a day of shooting. Thus, a few scraps of clothing were thrown on and Ally convened a script review in the living room for a couple of hours in the morning. I watched all this fascinated. Kara often helped me get my bearings about the script book, the movie plot, where they were shooting and all. 

The group took a two-hour break at noon. As the others left the living room where the review had taken place, Kara asked me what I wanted for lunch. My reply was, "Why you, my darling sister." I grinned lecherously at her and she returned the thought with a grin and nod. She led me upstairs to the master bedroom.

Less than five minutes later, my tongue sank into Kara's pussy and her mouth wrapped around my cock. "You still taste of Ally from your fuck this morning. I love this!"

On that note, I flipped Kara around like a piece of paper in a breeze and buried my cock deep inside her. Oh what a heavenly feeling. We both sighed then got to work. Minutes later I flooded her with what seemed like a gallon of my cream. We lay together cooing and speaking words of love to each other. I told her I'd said some of the same things to Ally that morning, asking if she minded.

"Oh, not at all," Kara said. "I'm so glad you love Ally and connected the way you two did. I love her too. Does that take away from you?"

"No, not a bit. Quite the opposite, in fact; I feel doubly loved by the two of you." 

"So do I," she said. "You know from your time with Joy and Katie that you can love more than one person at a time." She thought for while and asked, "Is Katie gone for good?"

"I don't know," I told her. "I wish she'd come back. We've left her alone for a while at her request; she's living at her parent's home outside Boston."

"Why don't you go to her? Bring her back," Kara suggested.

"Maybe I will, or at least I'll try," I said thoughtfully. "You've given me a new look at myself and a lot of things I hadn't really dealt with." I kissed Kara's eyes, nose, cheeks and then her mouth.

Kara pulled me into the shower and then we had a rushed lunch before rejoining the others, this time to shoot a few scenes for Ally's movie Love Strokes. I sat on the sideline all afternoon fascinated by the set up and filming.

Late that Saturday afternoon, Kara was in a bedroom scene with her neighbor and friend, Sy, as well as Nancy, Sy's wife. The three of them rolled around naked in the bed Kara and I had made love on over our lunch hour. It didn't take much, but I ended with another hard-on. 

Mostly the scene being filmed consisted of Kara getting fucked by Sy, however, Nancy frequently contributed to the scene in some way. I watched as Kara came a few times, almost losing my own juice each time, and then she and Sy actually climaxed together in a noisy recounting of their ecstasies. Carl was doing the camera work. After the orgasms, Sy pulled away from Kara, and Carl moved in for a long close-up of the cream pie left in her pussy. I guessed that some of the cum might have been a residual from our time together at lunch. I think everyone in the room was tremendously turned on.

In any case, that scene ended the filming for the day. Carl announced cocktails on the patio for everyone after a short break as well as communal dinner for anyone interested. 

I called the Pixie again; I missed my wife. I started our call by recounting the events of the past twenty-four hours to her. She was quiet and I started to wonder if I'd finally overstepped an invisible boundary with her. 

Finally, I asked, "Mel, are you OK with my ... my new relationship with Kara? You're very quiet."

Mel said slowly, "Are you ready? I'll tell you how I feel. Hold the phone away from your ear a little." I held the cell phone about a foot away from my head, looking at the device somewhat puzzled. Then I heard Mel yell, "HOORAY!!! HOORAY!!! I LOVE YOU."

I carefully brought the phone back to my right ear. "So you're cool with all?" I finally asked.

"Oh, I'm more than cool with it. I think it's one of the best things to happen to my conservative husband. It moves you out of your comfort zone in another new way and for that I am grateful. You need to learn to break the rules more often; it's good for you."

"And the part about loving Ally?" I asked tentatively.

"Also very fine," Mel responded with a degree of enthusiasm. "I would hope you'd bond with Nancy and June too before you leave. If not, I want to go down there as soon as we can park the kids and get away for more than just a weekend; you can extend your bonding then – as I will with the guys. I'm so glad I'll get to change my relationship with your brother." She paused and added, "I have a grin from ear to ear I'm so happy for you and what you've done."

I asked, "On another note, did you see Richard?"

Mel laughed and said, "Oh, yes. I took you at your word. After we'd done our project work, I suggested that it was time for him to pay some more attention to my breasts. He's almost more enthralled by them than you were when we first met. Anyway, he locked his office door and we made out for about an hour – then I had to break off and get the kids from the sitter. Anyway, we advanced our intimate behavior quite a bit. You know me, I'm taking it slower than he'd probably like. I just want to be sure everything feels like it's resonating in the right way before we move to consummate anything – you, Richard and me. You OK with that?"

"I'm fine with it. You set your own pace and boundaries," I posited.

Mel said, "Oh, Doug, our time together was nice even though we didn't make love all the way. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I know I'm not supposed to say that because it implies you own me, but I'm so glad that you're more relaxed about this now." She paused and asked, "You are, aren't you?"

"Oh, I am, I am," I insisted. I really did note that I felt glad she and Richard were on a new course that made Mel happy.

"We both want you there when we get together again," Mel said. "He wants to bring his wife too, to see if the four of us have any chemistry together. I've met her a couple of times and you'll like her; she's cute and has a bubbly personality."

"After being here a little over twenty-four hours, I feel transformed. I'd love to meet her."

I asked, "Will you see him again soon?"

"No," Mel said. "He's left town for some board meeting. We'll wait until you're home and then do dinner."

I asked, "On another note, I've been thinking about Katie. Do you suppose we could get her to come back? I miss her and I know you do too."

"I don't know," Mel said as she shifted her thoughts to our friend and lover. "She felt she was holding us back and interfering in our lives. We could try. Let's talk about it when you come home Monday."

We chatted some more and filled in some of the details about our various love sessions. Eventually we blew kisses to each other and hung up.




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 02



The rest of my evening? Well, we did another pool party and it sort of went like the night before, except June and I forged a loving bond with one another. I felt so included in the circle of love my sister and her extended family had created. I marveled at this life style; and I was feeling so included and so loved by everyone. It was easy to return the feelings to the others.

Sunday we played around the pool during the day and I got a demonstration of how Carl and Mike, June's husband, did the video editing. That evening, Kara and I paired off and then Monday morning I left to visit my vendor and fly back to Columbus. 

What an amazing weekend – or at least I thought it was until Thanksgiving when Mel and I flew down ostensibly to join my sister and her husband for the family holiday. In fact, what happened that weekend are five days I will never forget. 

To be continued



Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 03



A Few Weeks Later At Thanksgiving

Mel and I arrived in Austin on Tuesday afternoon before Thanksgiving. My parents had taken the kids for the long weekend so that we could spend time with my sister and party all weekend. 

Less than an hour after we got to their home, Ally and Kara had Mel in pool without her top on. Not that Mel would ever have minded; she loved to show off her 'puppies' as she sometimes called them. 

Mel had had an image of my sis and Carl as being staid and conservative up until we found they were making porn films and my subsequent fact-finding visit there a few weeks earlier. Mel, my Pixie, had of course met Kara and Carl on many occasions including our respective weddings, but due to distance we just didn't get together all that often. I could see that would change. 

Mel had never met Ally, the gorgeous twenty-five year old and newest member of my sister's extended family, and a woman I was rather drawn towards. They all 'clicked' and the long weekend was off to a great start. I could watch everyone's perceptions change as that first afternoon progressed.

Carl, my sister Kara's husband, became rather enamored with Mel. Like me, he towered above her, however, I got a kick out of watching the two of them flirting together in the pool and of Carl's advances. Shortly after bathing suit tops were tossed aside and everyone stood in awe of the Pixie's fantastic boobs, Mel let Carl briefly fondle and suck on her orbs. Of course, the move was a harbinger of things to come.

The others in the filmmaking business came and went. I'd met them all on my earlier visit and we had a joyful reunion that first afternoon. June especially flirted with me and got me all horny even though she and her husband later headed for home. Sy and Nancy also put in a brief appearance. Mel impressed everyone and by the end of the first afternoon it was clear that we had joined this growing mutual admiration society.

We did another cookout for those of us at the house: Mel and me, and Carl, Kara and Ally. No one dressed from our half-nude state in the pool. After we cleaned up, I cuddled up with Kara and Ally. The feelings of love and arousal that I'd experienced with them a few weeks earlier returned in full force. The Pixie and Carl snuggled into each other on one of the other poolside loungers.

Mel spoke to me at that point in the evening, "You look very comfortable over there with Kara and Ally. Are you comfortable with my being with Carl – for the evening?"

I told her quite openly, "Yes. I want you to experience the love and passion that exists in this family. It's why we're here. We've talked about it. No boundaries except what you make."

Mel turned to Carl and said softly, "Kiss me and then make love to me. I can hardly wait."

I wondered how well Carl would do with the Pixie. I mean she's small, and, well, Carl was pretty big. The three of us nestled on one lounger, feeling and stroking each other and watched as Mel and Carl on the other lounger slid out of their virtually non-existent swimsuits and embraced.

Carl already looked huge next to Mel. I thought how his cock appeared to be the size of her forearm. I muttered to my cohorts, "Oh she's going to like this. I can tell."

Carl slid down Mel's body and buried his face in her pussy. She had a small stripe of hair that was pure decoration. Carl's tongue immediately went wild in her pussy, an area of expertise he had built up over the years I was informed. Mel pulled her legs up and opened them to afford him full access.

We heard Mel climax almost immediately as Carl thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy. I thought aloud, "So nice. So nice that he can do that for her."

Kara said, "That's just the beginning, Brother. Carl's very talented." I found myself glad that Mel had a knowledgeable lover. In that instant, I recalled her buying me the book the Joy of Sex early in our relationship so I would meet her high standards for loving. 

Kara slithered down my body almost like a snake, her tongue leaving a trail of dampness down my torso. She left my upper body to Ally. Kara worked my swim trunks down my legs until I stepped out of them and immediately my partially inflated rod got sucked into my sister's mouth. I moaned into the kiss I shared with Ally. When we parted, Ally smiled at me before we kissed again. 

As I fingered Ally and Kara rocked my world with a great blowjob, I occasionally watched Mel and Carl. I had to admit, watching Mel with another guy was an awesome and arousing experience. I found myself participating in Mel's loving, even though I was a dozen feet away and otherwise occupied. Carl and Mel did a classic "69" and she demonstrated her deep throat capabilities. I heard Carl moan several times. About ten minutes later I watched her administer the best tit fucking Carl would probably ever enjoy, in large measure thanks to the gifts that nature had endowed the Pixie with.

Finally, about the time Kara slithered back up my body and mounted me, I briefly watched Mel mount Carl, his mammoth rod totally disappearing into her small body. Then I sort of forgot about Mel as Ally lowered pussy onto my mouth. The serious activities of the evening had started.

I hadn't been thrusting into Kara very long before I heard Mel and Carl both climax. Neither had lasted very long, not a surprising fact given how enthralled they seemed to have been with each other since we'd arrived. I had no doubt but that Mel had driven them rapidly to their ecstatic crescendo. Now she would orchestrate a more leisurely fuck and love session.

Ally and Kara changed places about that time, Kara lowering her moist pussy to my lips as Ally worked my cock into her pussy and then slowly rode me. Then suddenly, Kara was gone – I could see; the sexy body that had covered my face had lifted away, taking with it one of the sweetest pussies I had ever tasted. I looked beside me and there was my sister preparing to start cunnilingus on my wife. I muttered to Ally, "My God I love incest!"

The Sapphic pair kissed passionately briefly before Kara sucked briefly on Mel's breasts and then ran her tongue right into the Pixie's pussy. I got harder than ice in that instant; even Ally could feel it and commented.

Kara lapped and licked Mel for quite a while as Carl held the Pixie sprawled across his body and watched the Sapphic pair. I finally lost it the scene was so hot. I jetted a full load of cum into Ally. She'd been right at a peak too and we came to our zeniths together, our backs arching into each other as our groins pushed into one another.

Mel and Kara shifted into a "69" position, their tongues still lapping and fingers now in play. I heard Mel say to Kara, "You haven't cum, yet. I have, thanks to Carl. Let me bring you pleasure." I saw Kara nod acceptance of the indecent proposal.

Kara rolled into Carl's arms as Mel went down on her. Then I watched as I saw her right hand start to vibrate in a blur into Kara's pussy. Mel stopped suddenly and I saw her slowly work her entire folded hand into Kara's cunt, fisting my sister until her hand disappeared. Once inside I watched as she twisted and turned her hand, obviously raking her knuckles across Kara's G-spot. Kara was moaning and twisting in exquisite pleasure. Finally, she allowed her first climax of the evening, her back arching off the lounger as she flooded the union of hand and vagina with a torrent of feminine ejaculate. Mel looked very satisfied as she pushed herself up Carl's body until she could kiss the two of them.

As we all lay on the pool loungers in the dim light coming from the house, we now were all in some state of after glow. I heard Kara say to Mel, even through her gasps for air after her climax, "I love you. Thank you for coming and for sharing yourself and your husband with us. I love you both dearly."

Mel looked at Kara still with that air of disbelief that she'd had frequently that day, "I love you too. Moreover, I can't believe I've just had a lesbian fuck with my sister and that I enjoyed every precious second of it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat and hope we do it over and over again." Turning to Carl, Mel said, "Right now, however, I would love to have some more cock. If I suck you back to life are you up to the challenge." Carl nodded eagerly and they were off again.

Kara came back to join Ally and me. "Doug," she whispered with a nod to Ally, "It's time for you to fuck your sister." She gave me an evil grin of conspiracy and I returned the same to her. I thought how far we'd come from a traditional brother-sister relationship, how many rules we'd broken, and how I didn't want any of it to change back to the old way. In one sense, I'd lost my sister and gained a lover – several, in fact.

My two lovers brought me back to hardness and then Kara had me come over her. Ally lay beside us and made loving sounds and gestures to the two of us, providing us some 'dirty talk' as we fucked. Kara implored me to be fast and furious with her. "Do it. Do me – fast – hard." I did. We did. I flooded into her body a few minutes later, exhilarated by the sights and sounds around me.

On the other lounger, we heard the unmistakable slapping together of bodies driving to a climax. I heard Mel come not once or twice but several times, urged on by Carl who apparently had found the key to her secret door. Then the sounds stopped for a half a minute and all we heard was the absence of sound, followed by the gasping of two lovers who'd peaked. I heard Mel say, "I've never cum so many times in one night. Oh my God, this is fantastic." I watched as Carl pulled her small body into his.

A while later, Ally and I took the guest room and Kara, Carl and Mel disappeared into the master suite. Apparently all of us sought further activity during the night, and by morning no one appeared disappointed.

Thanksgiving consisted of the entire large extended family: Mel and me, my sister Kara and Carl, Ally, Sy and Nancy, and Mike and June. The women dressed up very chic, however, we guys discovered soon enough they'd conveniently omitted underwear or bras, the later most evident on Mel who received considerable attention every time one of us would pass near her.

Friday evening we had a screening of Ally's remarkable film, Love Strokes. The close friend of the entire group from the film company sponsoring the films into the Sundance Film Festival, Ed Mellick, had arrived that morning and joined the group as a fully participating and loving member. While Mel and I had watched porn as we screwed, this was the first time I'd been in a room with ten people watching a porn film while everyone enjoyed intercourse with another partner. 

I found it exciting to watch my sister getting screwed by the newcomer. They had a thing about each other, as did Ed and Ally. I coupled with June again and we reestablished the budding relationship we'd formed on my last visit. Mel and Sy coupled up for the first time; Sy devoted himself to Mel for the evening, proving to be a warm and competent lover. We showed the film twice and there were many, many more orgasms than that per capita.

By the end of Mel's and my short visit, I'd been introduced to each of the female members of the cast on exceptionally intimate terms. I remained amazed about how free everyone felt around everyone else in this tight circle, not to mention how readily they accepted us into their group. We hated to leave and were enticed by Kara's suggestion that Mel and I move down to their Texas neighborhood.

A Surprise Ending For The Richard Saga

Two important things happened right after Thanksgiving. One involved Richard and the other Katie.

Mel hosted a dinner at our house the first weekend in December for Richard and his wife, Lisa. I'd met Richard briefly before that evening in connection with some architecture work his firm did for SPT where we work; he was at least twenty years older and much more debonair than I was, a fact I no longer let bother me. He had a relaxed air about him, a keen intellect, and a mature sex appeal that noticeably appealed to women – particularly my wife who more recently had been working with him on several projects and even more recently had enjoyed a couple of intimate sessions with him stopping just shy of intercourse.

Lisa was a little past forty, yet the passage of time appeared to have only made her more beautiful. A lawyer by training and profession, she now also ran two not-for-profits in her spare time. I was surprised to find she'd mothered two grown children. When we first met, Lisa flowed into my arms in a graceful way, accepting my kiss and welcome to our house. She held my arm close to her breasts as I gave her a tour of our unusual home. Less than five minutes after her arrival I felt like I'd known her for years and looked forward to wherever the evening would go.

According to Mel, one purpose of the evening was to check out our 'chemistry' together as a foursome. We huddled around hors d'oeuvres and then Mel's spectacular lamb roast dinner. Conversation flowed easily and focused mostly on each of our work, as well as the rising success of the software product Mel and Katie had launched just before Katie departed.

Mel's meal consumed, clean up completed, and things quickly tucked away, the four of us briefly reconvened in our family room. Almost by unspoken agreement, Mel took Richard away to her study for 'a look at some plans and sketches'. Lisa and I were left together at opposite ends of the couch. I realized that I did not have an instruction book for how to proceed from this point forward.

After a polite silence that I did not feel compelled to fill, Lisa said to me, "You know they're not really looking at 'plans and sketches'."

I nodded and said, "I kinda guessed. Mel's very taken with Richard." I was trying to read Lisa. She seemed submissive and willing to go along in whatever direction things were 'supposed' to go, yet now that we were alone I felt a barrier that hadn't been there before.

She said. "I think we're supposed to get to know each other better too – a lot better." There was an edge to her voice as she said the words. They were too mechanical, like an invitation to an experience she was supposed to perform, not wanted to perform.

I moved closer to her on the sofa, and said, "But you feel rushed, don't you?" I took her hand in mine in a gesture of friendship and comfort. She nodded slowly. I asked, "Does it bother you that Richard and Mel have gone off together?"

She said, "No, not really. When we met and later married, there was always an unspoken agreement that there would be no boundaries like that. We can each do whatever we want."

"But you don't 'play' the way he does, do you? You're more conservative."

"You're right," she admitted softly. 

I asked, "Do you just go along with what Richard wants to do?" I felt there was something there that I needed to know, something important that would impact our relationship – our almost forced pairing.

"Richard likes Mel. I know he'd like to have an affair with her. She's safe because she's married – less risky I imagine. Plus, you apparently have a similar agreement with Mel to give her freedom to have any kind of relationships she wants."

I probed further, "But you disagree? You're just going along with this."

"Doug," she started. "When I met Richard seven years ago I had two failed marriages behind me and two young teenagers. I was only halfway through my law degree and working two jobs to support us all. Richard was a knight in shining armor, even to the kids."

"And?" I asked.

"And, I saw him more as a rescuer than a lover. He can have a heart of stone at times, and sometimes he gets in such a dark mood that it's scary. I wanted the financial security; he wanted someone that would add an air of respectability to his persona and work. I cut a deal with the devil. Sometimes I know I'm a trophy wife – or at least I was when we got married, but they usually don't come with teenagers nor are they only fifteen years younger."

I laughed at her last comment, but recognized that she had indeed been serious.

After a silence, I asked, "Have you had relationships with other couples?" My implication was clear. Were they into swinging? Were we just one more couple?

"Yes," she answered softly. "A few. Two others that we've been intimate with recently."

"And you override your common sense and go along with it, or do you really enjoy it?"

Lisa thought a long time then said, "I guess I pretend I like it. I lie to Richard."

"What's missing for you in those pairings?"

She said quickly, "Lots of things. Love, trust, intimacy, and would you believe physical contact – something other than sex - touching, caressing, you know; just being held in a loving embrace." She gestured with her head to where I was stroking her hand and smiled. She liked that I'd reached out to her in a non-sexual way.

I nodded acceptance of her answer.

She asked me, "Does it bother you that Mel and Richard may be fucking right now?"

"No," I said. "I had some time to get used to the idea. If it brings her pleasure in some way I wish her well at it."

"We're supposed to do the same thing, you know?"

I said, "So let's just pretend we did and enjoy each other's company instead." I shifted so I could look Lisa in the eye, "That way you don't end up feeling compelled to 'go along' with the agenda for the evening," I paused and added, "And I get to have some time with a very pretty woman."

Lisa smiled at me, then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "You are a very special and sensitive person. Sometime, under other conditions, perhaps we will make love. Thank you for my release."

We had another long silence until I said, "So Richard did most of the talking over dinner. Why don't you tell me about your law practice? What do you specialize in? Who's your most interesting client?"

Lisa and I chatted away for half an hour before Richard and Mel reappeared. Mel looked a little rumpled, almost like she hadn't quite gotten her clothing back on in the right order. Richard looked content.

I just smiled at them and continued my conversation with Lisa. A few minutes later they did their goodnight dance, thanked us for dinner, and left amidst kisses and hugs.

As the front door shut I turned to Mel and raised an eyebrow. I did smile at her so she knew I wasn't alarmed by anything that might have happened.

Mel grinned and said, "Everything but!"

"Care to elaborate?" I said smiling at her

"We did everything but fuck," Mel said as she came up and wrapped her arms around me. "In fact, that omission was quite intentional as it turns out. My choice." She paused and asked, "Did you and Lisa do anything?"

"Nothing. We just talked. She's not into the same game Richard's playing – swinging and all. She said they've swung with two other couples, but she really isn't into it the way he is."

The Pixie said, "Over dinner I got the feeling I was going to be one of his conquests. I didn't like that so I changed my mind about how far I'd go. He may lie about it but I'm only a small notch on his gun." She thought for a minute and said, "You know, I had fun but it was missing something."

"Love?" I volunteered.

Mel processed the thought then said, "Yes. Yes, exactly. All the other times I ever had sex – going all the way back to the beginning of my sex life – male or female - I've felt some degree of love for the other person and I knew they felt that way about me. Isn't that wild? I never thought of it that way."

"My sister? Ally? Carl and the group in Texas?" I offered up names for her to test. "And what about Dan?"

"I loved each of them – the whole crew, everyone you just mentioned," she shot me a shy glance. "I felt an immediate and loving connection with each and they embraced me with that love as well. Richard never gave off that feeling; I wonder if he loves Lisa? With him it felt more animalistic, not that I haven't done animalistic things with some of the folks you mentioned, but we always felt some caring and love for each other beforehand."




Pixie, Katie and Me Ch. 03



She thought for a moment and added, "Oh, and Dan – yes, I even loved him way back when. I'd just as soon not see him now after how he dumped Katie, but years ago we had mindshare and feelings for each other." 

She thought for a few moments and asked rhetorically, "Do you suppose Katie's doing all right?"

I reached over and took Mel's hand to underscore my comment. "Tomorrow, when the timing's better, you should call her." Deep inside I yearned for knowledge of how Katie was doing. I wanted her back in the house, living with us as she had for most of the past year. As the feelings surfaced in my mind, I added for emphasis, "Please call her. Please ask her to come back."

Reunion and Redemption

I'd just finished straightening the garage early on Saturday morning, when Mel came out of the house and joined me. She held a mug of coffee out for me as she sipped one of her own. I saw that Mel had a tear rolling down her cheek.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I just talked to Katie's mother," Mel started with a slightly choked up voice. "Katie's not a happy camper. Her mom says she spends all the time in her room. She doesn't get dressed in the mornings, barely eats, seems to have forgotten about working or job hunting, cries a lot and often just sits in the dark. Her mom says she's really depressed. She's worried about her but doesn't know what to do about it."

I felt a tug at my heart based on what Mel told me. A tear even came to my eye as I felt Katie's pain across the miles. Someone I loved hurt - badly. I thought for only a second and said, "I know what to do about it." I dusted my hands off on an old rag and tossed it onto my workbench. I led both of us into the house.

A little over three hours later we'd parked the kids with my parents and Mel and I were on a flight to Boston's Logan Airport. About six hours later, Mel and I pulled our rental car up in front of Katie's childhood home. Her mother opened the front door to welcome us. The Pixie got a loving and warm hug from the middle-aged woman and 'guilt by association' being what it is, I also got a hug.

Katie's mother said, "She's up in her room. She came down around lunch and got a glass of milk and some bread. She's not eating well, not talking to us, not working, not playing ... not doing anything. She just sits and stares out the back window, even in the dark." She gestured us towards the stairs, knowing that Mel knew where she was going in her old best friend's home.

The two of us crept up the stairs to the small hallway at the top. Mel tapped gently on the door to Katie's room. A flat and lifeless voice just shy of a whisper came from deep within; "Come in. It's open."

Mel opened the door and the two of us stepped into Katie's room. The room was in shambles. The messy room was so uncharacteristic of her time with us, and showed something seriously wrong with the room's occupant. This space belonged to someone that just didn't care about her life anymore.

Katie sat in an armchair looking out a small window over the backyard of her parent's home, but her view was mostly the tops of trees and some sky. She didn't turn or say anything. I could feel the depression, the apathy, the lethargy.

I slowly walked over behind Katie and kissed the top of her head, stroking her shoulder and down her arm as I did. Mel was right beside me and duplicated my gestures of love.

Katie whirled around and alternately looked at the two of us with amazement. Her face broke into a grimace and then a choke and plaintive sob from deep within echoed across the room; "Ooooooh, God." She rose from her chair and threw herself into my arms, reaching out with one arm and awkwardly clutching Mel to her.

She cried, inconsolably, for five minutes without interruption – huge racking sobs that made her whole body shake with pain and remorse over some deep hurt. My shirt slowly became soaked with her tears. Neither Mel nor I moved a muscle except to more fully embrace Katie with our love. The only words we spoke were to say over and over again, "We love you. We're here for you." 

Finally, the sobs and crying became rougher, almost harder to maintain at that level. Brief spaces of sniffling and snuffling started in between the tears, and then even periods of quiet that became longer. Lastly, a trembling female voice asked, "Why are you here? Why now?"

I whispered, "We came for you. We love you and want you back with us."

Mel said, "We're incomplete without you. We want you to reconsider. Come back."

A long quiet descended on the room. I nodded to Mel, indicating that we should just accept the silence as it came and not try to fill it with hollow words in any way.

Katie sputtered, "But ... but ... but ...I was getting in the way. The decisions ... I changed your family ... Richard ... you ..." A sob came through occasionally. The thoughts were incoherent even knowing the background of what was going on in our lives just prior to her departure six weeks earlier.

"All that's past," I said.

Mel pulled Katie into a light kiss then told her, "So much has happened over the short time you've been gone. We've learned a lot – about our family, our relationship and our love for other people – and you especially."

"That's why we're here," I said. "We want you back in our family – as part of our family. We don't feel like a family without you. We hope you want to belong there. We hope you'll take us back."

Katie looked between the two of us, a surprised look on her face, "Take you back?" she asked, incredulously, then broke in a sob again. Through her tears she said, "I felt I was in the way. I'm flattered you want me back."

"We wouldn't be here if we didn't really want you. Six hours ago we woke up to what we were missing – really missing – in our lives. You! We also finally learned that you might miss us too." I paused and looked to Mel for support; she nodded for me to keep going. "Please come home with us."

Katie broke into sobs again and this time allowed Mel to pull her over to the rumpled bed where they both sat. Katie leaned against Mel's small body, her tears now falling on Mel's shoulder. I stroked her back for a few minutes until she calmed down again.

Between a couple of her sobs, she managed to squeak out the one word question, "Really?" 

"Really!" I declared with an air of finality to it.

"Really!" Mel said with the same degree of certainty to it.

Katie gradually calmed down. I sat on her other side and we took turns holding her as we extolled her praises and many virtues. She just nestled into us, soaking up the love we'd brought back to her life. 

About this time I could almost feel the veil of depression lift from Katie. Perhaps it was an illusion, but the late afternoon sunlight seemed to brighten in the room, the air seemed to clear, and the odor of chocolate chip cookies seemed to waft into the room from the kitchen below.

We could feel Katie actually come to life as we held her and talked. We revisited a few moments of the happy days in our past year, including how our kids missed her and wanted their 'other mommy' back in their life. We emphasized that what was more important to us, however, was that we wanted her back in our lives.

Mel slipped out of the room at one point and was gone for almost half an hour. When she came back she carried a tray with three glasses of milk and a plate of fresh baked cookies. I cleared a space on the chair Katie had been sitting in and Mel set them there.

"I talked to your Mom," Mel explained. "You've been a worry to her. Why didn't you call us, or better yet come back?" She passed each of us a glass of milk and then some cookies.

"I just didn't feel I could," Katie muttered. "I mean you two are so special. I just got to thinking I wasn't ...worthy. I guess I got in a depression pit. I couldn't seem to pull out of it. I guess I did a bad thing; I hid it from you. Then that question about Richard came up and I realized that my being there changed the situation in various ways. I mean you had to ask the two of us, not just Doug," she said as she turned to Mel.

"Oh, Katie," I said in a sympathetic and loving voice; "You are so worthy of being loved and so wanted by the two of us."

She looked at me with a question still on her face. I went on, "Katie, of course you changed the dynamic of our relationship. You can't add a third person to a relationship and not have it change. We know that. We chose that with you. We wanted what resulted. We want it back."

Mel continued by train of thought, "When you arrived over a year ago, we could have politely nudged you back to Boston after you'd healed from the worst of your marriage breakup. But we didn't. We didn't because we both decided we liked having you with us – no we loved having you with us. We both fell deeply in love with you."

She went on, "You may think it screwy to be loved by a woman – even desired sexually and in all the other ways you feel when you love someone. Well, I think it's sort of screwy too, and I've only felt this way about a few women in my life. You know about Joy and sometime I'll explain about the others. But right now, more than ever, I want you to know that I want YOU." The last word came out with great emphasis and we all smiled over her exaggerated emphasis.

I went on, "Your last day with us you said you want a 'traditional' marriage. Well, we can't offer that. If the three of us live together, it'll be anything but traditional. We're guaranteed to be different just because we're three and the world thinks in 'twos'. Mel and I think that's fine and so do a lot of our friends, even our friends and neighbors around home. They've already accepted you as part of our family. They know it's unusual but they just take it as it is."

Mel said softly, "You want kids. Well, you left two beautiful children that love you just as they love Doug and me." Mel shot me a look and I nodded; I knew where she was taking this comment. "Further, if you want the overrated thrill of pregnancy and childbirth, we'll provide that to you too, if you don't mind Doug being the father."

Katie turned to me with such a tender look in her eyes that several more tears ran down my cheek. I nodded my love to her as I squeezed her hand. She tried to whisper something, but no words would come out she was so choked up.

I gestured to Mel and we both knelt in front of Katie as she sat on the edge of the bed. 

I reached in my pocket and pulled out a small black, velvet covered ring box. I opened the box and extracted a large diamond engagement ring. I held it between my thumb and forefinger, first showing Mel our offering. Mel put her hand on mine and together we extended the ring towards Katie.

"Katie, we'd like you to wear this ring as a symbol of our enduring love for you – for each other. If this part of the world allowed it, we'd marry you. For now, this will have to do."

Katie's eyes got as big round as saucers as she looked at the ring we offered. Two more tears rolled down her face, yet the corners of her mouth turned up in newfound happiness. They were tears of happiness. 

For over a minute we were a frozen tableau. Mel and I kneeling and holding the ring out to Katie, and Katie fixed - looking at the ring. I could feel her weighing all the alternatives, thinking of the implications of the ring and what it would mean for the rest of her life.

Finally, her voice came alive, "This is forever, right?"

"Right," we both said in unison.

"Will I belong to the two of you?" Katie asked.

"NO," I said quickly. "You'll be your own person. We won't own you or possess you any more than we can possess a rainbow or a ray of sunshine. We'll willingly share ourselves with each other, support each other, and most important of all, love each other." 

Mel nodded and added, "It's hard to define commitment without ownership – most people wrap the two together, but we don't and that's how we want it. For always, it means we've made a decision that we want you in our lives. As we all know, there are no guarantees on longevity, but from this side of things it looks like forever."

"Will we be engaged? What does it mean?"

Mel said, "It means we share our love. You can say we're engaged if you like, or even just say you're engaged to Doug – or to me – or to both of us. Someday, if the laws change we'll do something more formal, but for now this is about it. If you want a ceremony we'll do one. It won't mean any less to us and those that know us though just because we haven't been through one."

Katie looked carefully into our eyes. We both held her gaze.

Then slowly, and with care, Katie raised her left hand towards us with her fingers spread, her ring finger slightly separate from the others. 

"Yes. Yes, I want you both so much it hurts. I didn't know when I came back that I could miss any body so much – any bodies so much." Tears flowed down her cheeks.

We slipped the ring on her finger. 

Katie flung herself from the bed into my arms, rolling me backwards onto the bedroom floor with her atop me. She kissed me passionately then turned to Mel. She pulled the Pixie into her open arms as she rolled from me onto her back. The two women kissed passionately. Soon we were all hugging and kissing, expressing our love for each other and how we'd all been so foolish to draw apart. And, for the first time since our arrival at her house, we heard the joyful sound of laughter and happiness erupt from Katie.

A few minutes later Mel and I followed Katie downstairs. Her mother was puttering around the kitchen, apparently starting the fixings for dinner.

Without saying a word, Katie went and hugged her mom. We heard her say, "Thank you, mom. Thanks for being so supportive these dark months." She paused and pulled away slightly, then said to her, "You should know I've been rescued. My knights in shining armor have come and claimed me."

Katie held her hand out at arm's length, proudly displaying the large diamond in the platinum setting. Her mother let out a little shriek and turned to the two of us, her eyes full of questions yet she had a smile from ear to ear.

"The two of you ... err, three of you?" she asked hesitantly.

"The three of us," I said softly. "We love each other."

"But you're married, aren't you?"

"Yes. And now we'll have a third member of our family – plus our two daughters, of course."

Katie quickly added, "And we'll probably have a couple more."

"How will they take it?" Katie's mother asked, genuinely concerned.

"Just the way they have for the past year. They have two moms that love them and care for them. It's a bit unconventional and we don't and won't flaunt it; it'll just be the way things are in our household versus all the others."

Katie nodded emphatically as I spoke, a smile on her face and tears of joy again rolling down her cheeks. Mel moved to put her arm around Katie, a gesture unusual in its delivery since the Pixie was six inches shorter than Katie.

Katie's mother looked between the three of us and finally said, "I'm happy for you all, but particularly for my daughter. I can't believe the transformation in her that you delivered in the hour you've been here."

*

Four Years Later

"I'm pregnant – again!"

The last time I'd heard those words was over five years earlier from the Pixie when she'd become pregnant with Catrice, our second child.

This time, however, the words came from Katie. She stood at the entrance to the kitchen facing the entire family holding the wand from a pregnancy test kit. The red plus sign was clearly visible in the small window of the wand. Katie had a grin from ear to ear and suddenly, so did I.

We had a family cheer for Katie – really for all of us. "Hip, Hip, Hooray" echoed half a dozen times around the kitchen from everyone. Everyone consisted of Mel – the Pixie, my wife and mother of two of my children; Ashley, my oldest child with Mel, now a precocious eight year old pixie; Catrice, my youngest child with Mel, who at five years old had leanings towards being a world class musician as well as a lively pixie; Taylor, the beautiful three year old girl I fathered with Katie after she rejoined our family; and of course Katie and me. 

I rose and gave Katie a kiss and a bear hug then picked her up and swung her around the kitchen as she clung to my neck. Gales of laughter rang from the kitchen table where the rest of the lunch crowd sat. I finally set Katie down and she resumed her seat at the table where she got a kiss and hug from Mel and then from Ashley, Catrice and Taylor. Mel enthusiastically explained to the children that there was going to be a new baby brother or sister in a few months.

I leaned against the counter and looked across the room at all the people in my family. I felt such appreciation to the Universe for the life I'd found, that I'd helped create. I had a harmony that most people never find, a unity with that Universe. I felt such love and contentment. I remembered a quote and whispered it aloud to myself to reinforce its meaning in my memory.

"Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every moment with love, grace and gratitude."

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