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Walt's Gift

By: Scorpio44



[This story contains coitus, foreplay, oral, and group play. I would like to hear from those who read this story even if you don't vote. I want to improve as an author and your feedback is important.]



I flew United from Newark to L.A.. My flight left on Thursday afternoon about four hours after I got a call from the hospital in Los Angeles. The social worker who called me said my Dad had a heart attack and he and they needed me to come. As quickly as I could get on a plane I was on my way.

During the flight I was deep in my head. I probably ate the snack they pass out and I probably drank a Diet Coke, but I don't remember. I was deep in thought. My Dad, Walter John Peterson, was seventy-seven years old. Other than to be with my Mom when she was dying, I couldn't ever remember him being inside a hospital. When I was young he helped his Dad with the family farm in Nebraska. He and his Dad were both big, quiet men. I couldn't recall ever hearing either man raise his voice. Everyone my Dad ever met discovered early that he was totally trustworthy. He didn't do written contracts with people. They made a verbal agreement and my Dad lived up to the agreement.

I remembered a time when I was eleven and we needed a tractor. I went with Dad to the John Deere dealer thirty-five miles away early one morning. He had a used tractor that my Dad wanted. They talked and agreed on a price. The man asked when we could bring him the money. Dad said he would get the money the following Friday after I got out of school. They shook hands and I was told to drive the new tractor, new to us, home. A week later I was handed eighty-five hundred dollars in cash and told to drive Dad's pick up to Bridgeport and deliver the money to the John Deere dealer. When I got to the dealer he had closed and gone home. I went to the sheriff's office and we took him the money together. When I handed it to the man he said, "You could have brought it by tomorrow." I said, "No. My Dad said today. Today is when you get it."

I had lived my life out of the things my dad and grandpa taught me. When I asked Diane to marry me I made her a promise. "I will never lie to you. If you ask me something I will give you the whole truth, no matter what." I never broke that promise.

When Diane was in the hospital dying of cancer I sat by her bed every evening. Near the end the doctor told me that she had less than a week to live. I spoke to my boss and said I needed the next two weeks off because my wife was dying. The next morning I was sitting next to her when she woke up.

"Why aren't you at work?"

"I want to spend as much time with you as I can. The doctor told me that you have a week or less. I'm going to be right here."

I was. When she passed I was right there, holding her in my arms. Mom died the very next week from a stroke. Dad and Mom had sold the farm about ten years earlier and had moved to Pasadena California to be near my sister and her family. Dad stayed in the house in Pasadena after mom died. I came to visit three or four times a year. When I came it was hard for me to stay in the house with him. Nothing had changed in the house from the day Mom died. I stayed either with my sister's family or in a hotel.

Sitting in the jet on its way to Los Angeles I wondered what provisions Dad had made for the house, his old Buick Riviera and whatever else he owned. We landed at the Burbank airport and I was met by my sister. She filled me in on the way to the hospital.

Dad wasn't doing well. His heart had sustained major damage and the doctors did not believe he could stand an operation of the kind that it would take to fix the damage. From the time he woke up in the hospital he had asked for me. He spoke to Linda, my sister, but said it was important that he speak to me.

We walked into his room as a nurse was taking his vital signs. We waited quietly until she left. I looked at the monitor on the wall by his bed. Blood pressure was 106/41, pulse 48. The line I watch on the hospital TV shows looks repetitive and regular as it goes across the screen. Dad's looked irregular and some of the pulses looked ragged.

I pulled up a chair and sat down. Dad's eyes were closed. I gently put my hand on his. He didn't wake up. After a little while my sister held a note in front of me. "I'm going home to feed Jack. I'll be back at about eight." I nodded and she silently left.

When the door clicked Dad opened his eyes. He looked at me and a tiny smile came to his face.

"I thought she'd never go." His voice was a whisper, raspy and soft. I moved closer so when he talked I could hear.

"I love your sister, but it's you I need to talk to."

I nodded.

"I left the house to Linda and Jack, along with the Buick. I also left them a hundred thousand dollars." He stopped and rested. His pulse rate was up to 66. As he rested, it went down.

"Nick, you get the apartments." My eyes widened. I didn't know there were any apartments.

"In the china cabinet in the dining room are the papers of ownership. They have already been transferred to you as of two weeks ago. They won't make you rich but I want you to know how important they have been to me."

"Dad, you don't need to tell me all this. Just rest and we can talk a little after."

"No, we can't. I've been waiting for you. When we are through talking I'm going to die. Please listen, OK?"

I nodded. He meant what he said.

"I bought the apartments from my friend Harvey, just before he died. There are six apartments. Five are rented. Your apartment is number one. The women who live in the five other apartments are my best friends in the world. Make sure they get to the funeral, no matter what Linda says. After your Mother died I was empty and wanted to die myself. Harvey took me to his place and introduced me to the women who live there. They cooked his dinner, did his laundry and hung out with him. He treated each of them like they were angels. He knew he was dying and he wanted me to take over the apartments when he went. We did the paperwork and when he did die, five years ago, I moved into apartment number one."

His eyes closed and I watched the monitor. About a minute went by and he opened his eyes again.

"About a year after I started spending most of my time there Linda invited me for Thanksgiving. I asked her if I could bring a lady I knew. She cried and accused me of forgetting about her mother. I didn't bring a lady and I never mentioned anything about the apartments. Whenever either of you wanted some time with me I met you at the house."

Another rest. His eyes stayed closed a long time. When they opened he said, "The apartments are yours. I want you to live there and take care of the women who have taken such good care of me for the last five years. Don't raise the rents. Do nice things for them. They have made my life worth living ever since your Mom and Harvey died. Promise me?"

"I promise."

"In the china cabinet there is also an envelope with the paperwork showing that I opened an account two weeks ago in your name. The paperwork shows a transaction we made that lets you have the apartments and the account without giving any of it to the government. You'll see, my lawyer did a good job. Do you have any questions?"

"Why do you want me to live there and take care of them?"

"Because of all the people I know you're the one I trust."

"I'll do it. I promise,"

"I love you, Nick. Take care of yourself, and my ladies. Write this down: 310, 555-1234. Call them now and tell them what's happened. Your life with them starts now."

I wrote the number down and reached for the telephone. A steady beep stopped me. I looked up and the monitor had a solid flat line across the screen.

Doctors and nurses ran in and saw the sign on the end of his bed and on the wall over his head. It said, "DNR." Do Not Resuscitate. Dad was gone.

I used my cell phone and called Linda. She answered and I said, "Dad's gone."

She cried for a while and I listened. When she finally spoke she said he told her he would die after he spoke to me. I told her he passed quickly and without pain. She said Jack would come to the hospital and get me. I thanked her and hung up. I called the number Dad had given me and a woman answered.

"Hello. I'm Nick Peterson..."

"My God!" she screamed. "If you're calling something has happened to Walt! What happened?"

"Dad had a heart attack. He spent the last hours here in the hospital and passed a few minutes ago."

"Did he hurt?"

"He closed his eyes when he was finished talking and he was just gone. No pain. His last thoughts and words were about you."

"About me personally?"

"No. He told me he loved all of you in the apartments and he asked me to care for you for the rest of your lives. He told me about your lives together and about how you each made his last five years wonderful. Thank you."

I could hear her crying. I waited. 

"I'm sorry for crying on the phone. Please forgive me."

"I would have been surprised if you had not cried. I want to meet all of you and I will arrange to bring you to the funeral."

"When?"

"I think it will be four of five days before that can be arranged. His daughter and I need to make the arrangements."

"You need to come to the apartment tonight. He made all the arrangements. Will you hold on for a minute? I need to get something."

"I'll hold."

I looked out a window until I heard her back on the line. "Here is the number to the mortuary. Call them and tell them where to pick him up. Then you and your sister can make arrangements for the funeral and burial. We know your sister doesn't want to know about us. Walt has everything all planned and paid for. When you come over I can give you all the paperwork."

I wrote the number down. I told her that when I rented a car I would call her back for directions. She asked which hospital I was at. She asked if she could come get me. We could talk as she drove us back to the apartments and renting a car at the airport was cheaper than in Pasadena. I agreed. I told her I would meet her in the lobby. 

My next call was to Linda. Jack was just about to leave. I told them not to come get me, I had a friend coming and I had some business to take care of. I gave her the number for Forest Lawn and told her that Dad had planned and pre-paid for everything. She wanted to know who my friend was and where we were going. I didn't tell her. I did tell her I would be at her home in the morning and we could talk and plan then. Jack thanked me for calling and knowing that Dad had everything planned.

I told the hospital people about Forest Lawn and they verified things with them. I sat in the lobby for about fifteen minutes thinking when a woman sat down next to me. I looked at her and saw a woman about my age, dressed in jeans and a light sweater, her long graying hair pulled back in a pony tail. Her face had the look of having cried hard and then wiped the tears away.

"Nick, I'm Pat. Let's get out of here."

Following her out was done without words. Once we were in the parking lot she stopped by a blue Toyota and opened the passenger door for me. She turned and faced me and said, "Can I ask you for a hug?"

My arms opened and she stepped close. Her arms went around my neck and mine went around her body. She tucked her head against my chest and the tears flowed. I held her and my mind noticed some interesting things about her. She smelled good. She was a perfect height for close dancing and for hugs. Her breasts felt good pressed against me. Her back was muscled, not soft.

I hadn't cried after Dad died. Holding Pat as she cried I found I was crying too. I guess my macho fell away and my feelings of loss arrived with her tears. I wouldn't be able to talk to Dad every week like we had done for years. His good solid advice was over. His dry humor was now just a memory. We cried together in the parking lot for quite a while.

When Pat started to back out of the hug she looked me in the face. What happened next happened as a reflex. I bent slightly and kissed her softly on the lips. It wasn't love or passion or heat. It was comfort. Her lips were soft and warm. Then we got in her car and drove to the beach. 

"Nick, what did Walt tell you about us?"

"He told me that you all are his best friends in the world, that ever since Harvey and Mom died he felt alone and you helped him want to live for the last five years. He made me promise to take care of the apartments and each of you."

"Did he tell you why he never mentioned us to you or Linda?"

"Yes. Sometimes my sister is a jerk. She should have been thrilled that Dad found friends."

She was quiet for a few minutes. Then she spoke again.

"We were more than friends." Her voice was flat, hiding the emotion she felt. I got what she was telling me. She and my Dad were lovers.

"I'm glad. Dad was a good guy and deserved as much happiness as he could have."

As she drove I saw a tear or two slide down her cheek.

When we pulled into the parking for the apartments I noticed the lights were on in only one apartment. It was late and I guess that shouldn't have been a surprise. She led the way into the building. There were locked double doors at the front and a walkway into the center courtyard. I noticed a big bar-b-que and three tables in the courtyard as well as a hot tub in one corner.

Pat led us to number one and she opened the door. It wasn't locked. I saw four other women waiting inside. They had been crying. They looked up at us as we entered.

One glance at their faces and a thought slapped me in the face; "He loved each of them, not just Pat!"

I was led to a leather recliner that I knew was Dad's. I didn't sit. I faced the group and asked, "Could you each introduce yourselves and give me a hug?"

A redhead who was sitting at the end of the couch got up and moved quickly to me. "I'm Helen. Number three." She fit in my arms much as Pat had fit. The difference was her hug was stronger than Pat's.

When she backed off her place was taken by a woman with dark hair and a tan that looked natural. "I am Maria. Number four."

I realized they were telling me their apartment numbers.

"I'm Krystn. Number five." The voice was low and sexy. The body was tall and thin. Her hug had us eye level and pressed front to front and me feeling her small breasts pushing against my chest. Her blond hair was long and straight.

When she went back to he seat on the other couch the last woman stepped up. Her tears still flowed and she didn't look me in the face. She was a bit heavier than the others, dark blond hair, and big boobs. She was wearing a sweatshirt with the logo of UCLA on the front. Her hug barely touched her to me. "I'm Linda. Number six."

We all sat down and they looked at me like I had something to tell them. I told them about my last time with Dad. I told them that I now owned the building and had only one change to suggest. I wanted to live there with them and to continue my Dad's care of the building and the family he created, if that was Ok with them.

I must have used the right word when I said family. Relief showed on their faces. 

"I don't know all the details of life here with Dad, but I know he loved you all and he wants me to love you too. Dad was an honest man and a kind man. I will do everything I can to be like that with you. Right now, though, I need some sleep. The travel and the emotions of today have wiped me out. I need to rent a car in the morning and go to Pasadena to plan the funeral with my sister. Can we have breakfast together in the morning so I can get your ideas about the service and I can include them in the plans?"

We agreed to meet in the courtyard for breakfast at nine. They thanked me for my consideration and each kissed me on the cheek and left. All except Pat. She stayed. She closed the door and took me by the hand, leading me to the bedroom.

"Maria put fresh sheets on the bed, fresh towels in the bathroom and fresh soap, toothbrush, razor and whatever else you might need."

"I'll thank her in the morning. A guy could get to love this level of care."

Her hands went to my shirt buttons and she unbuttoned the first one. My hands held hers.

"What is going on here?"

"We have known for a while that when Walt died you would be coming. We knew that Walt dreamed of you taking over for him here. We ladies talked about that too. You get the benefit of being Walt's son. One of those benefits is that Walt very seldom slept in this bed alone. I spoke first and so tonight is mine, if you will allow it."

Her hands began again unbuttoning my shirt. I let her take off my shirt. I stopped her after that. She looked at me and waited.

"At some time I would love to take full benefit of this offer. Tonight I want to take the joy of not being alone, of being able to hold someone who shares the loss I'm feeling. My head and heart aren't ready for anything more than that. If it's Ok with you let's get undressed and get in bed. I want to hold you and sleep."

Pat pulled her sweater up and off. Her hands undid the button of her jeans and she finished getting undressed. I followed her lead and quickly we were ready for bed. I used the bathroom and used the new toothbrush. I smiled seeing five other toothbrushes in the rack. When I came out of the bathroom Pat went in.

"Pat, which side of the bed do you want?" I asked through the door.

"The one next to you."

When she opened the door she looked at me and smiled. I was right in the middle of the bed. Which side was still her choice. She sat next to the alarm clock and set it, slipped under the covers and against my side. I held her and felt her warmth. 

A moment later the alarm woke us up. I slept all night with Pat molded to my side. When the alarm sounded she moved from me, shut it off and came right back. She looked at my face and whispered, "Good morning. I think we were both pretty tired last night."

"Exhausted might be a better word. I can't remember the last time I slept in one position all night."

"I'm glad I was here. I woke a couple of times and watched you sleep. You look and feel a lot like Walt when you are asleep."

"How much time before breakfast?"

"Half an hour. I hope you are hungry."

"I am but I'm also sure I need a shower and a shave."

"Want me to wash your back?"

"No. Well, yes, but I'd like to wash your front and back more. Would that be Ok with you?"

"We can have some good, clean fun!" Pat tossed the covers back and got up. I followed and we showered together. It had been a long time since I showered with a woman. It was about six months before Diane died that we did it the last time. After that she was too sick. All the shared joy feelings came back. I was smiling as we cleaned up. I shaved in the shower and Pat shaved her legs and pits. I noticed she had a landing strip of dark hair just above her pussy. She looked at me and said, "You know that my pussy is now yours. Walt was in an exclusive relationship with us. He liked me shaved like this. If you want me to grow back the bush, I will. If you want me totally shaved, I will. What will be your pleasure?"

"I don't want the bush. As it is, I like it. If you want to surprise me and shave it off some time I promise to enjoy that too."

We got out and dried. Pat opened the closet and found a pair of slacks and shirt she thought I might like. I put them on and they fit pretty well. It felt strange wearing clothes that were Dad's. Pat dressed in clean jeans and another light sweater. I realized there were clothes for each woman in that closet.

A minute or so after nine we walked out onto the patio and breakfast was set up and ready. I was met with four more good morning kisses and a plate full of food, a cup of coffee and a pat on the butt. We all sat and ate. They asked questions and gave me their thoughts about the service planning. After a few minutes I asked for a pad of paper and a pen. I needed to take notes. Helen produced those things and took the notes.


Walt's Gift Ch. 02



[Walt's Gift was submitted by Scorpio44 (me) in 2007. Reading it will answer lots of the questions that might arise from reading this chapter. Quickly: Walt was my Dad. When he was dying he asked me to take care of his apartment building and the women who lived there. I discovered he loved them and they loved him. I decided to love them too. That meant moving to California. This chapter begins on the flight from California to Newark to get my stuff. The woman with me is one of the women from my apartments.]



The flight was long. In my head, I kept reminding myself it wasn't quite five hours, but my head, back and legs also reminded me the seats were built for people who were five feet six and weighed less than a hundred and thirty pounds. I'm six foot three and weigh a little over two-thirty. After ninety minutes of flight I got up and walked the aisle three times. Ninety minutes more and I walked to the back and used the head. I then walked the aisle two more times. I asked Pat to let me know when we were an hour away from landing. She let me know and I walked the aisle twice more. In between Pat and I talked. I asked a lot about her childhood, her young adult years and what was important to her.

She had grown up in a family full of boys. Three older brothers and two younger. Everyone was athletic. Two brothers went to college playing baseball. One brother played pro hockey in Canada for five years. She lit up telling me stories about her brothers. She told me about her mother and it was as if she was telling me about a servant. Her memories were of the service she provided, not of anything personal. Her mother was a good cook, kept the house clean and catered to all the men around her.

When I asked about her Dad she slowed down, almost became cold.

"Dad was my biggest fan until my senior year. I played volleyball and I swam. Dad came to the meets and my games. He cheered for every player but loudest for me. At an away game my senior year he arrived late and sat in the stands away from the people he knew. Someone in the stands commented that I was the lezzie leader of the team. The comment was echoed by three other people. It crushed my Dad. He wasn't a liberal man. He had been raised in a strict Irish Catholic home and me being different wasn't ever going to be Ok."

"What happened?" I held her hand.

"After the games were over we showered and were ready to go home. I didn't know anything about what someone had said. I came out of the locker room ready to ride home with my Dad. He was gone. I caught a ride with another family and when I got home my bags were packed and I no longer was his daughter. Until I rented apartment two from Harvey I've been basically alone."

"No short term relationships, long term?"

"Until 1988 I kept hoping and praying he would let me come back. I couldn't have him come to offer that to me and find someone there. I wore out more than one rosary praying for his heart to soften."

"What happened in 1988?"

"He had a heart attack and died. He was sitting in the stands of my youngest brother's baseball game."

"Did that free you?"

"No. I thought it would. But I believed he could see me better after he died. He could hear my thoughts and feel my feelings and they were not the thoughts he believed were right. I moved away, hoping he'd stay in Detroit. I became a trucker, drove thousands of miles a year. On a run to Los Angeles I met someone and she helped me get a local driving job in L.A. We rented an apartment down near the beach. I was forty-two and had my first romantic live in relationship."

"And?"

"We rented number Two. Harvey had owned the place about a year when we rented from him. He was a good friend. He knew we were more than roommates when he rented to us. He was a good listener. We both trusted him and liked how he treated all of us. Bonnie drove bob-tails and loved it. She saw herself as every bit as good a trucker as any man. Swore as loud and as often. Could drink as hard, spit as far and do things with a truck that most men wouldn't even try."

"Where is she now?"

On the second Friday of August 1999 she came home late. We were supposed to go to an event at the gay and lesbian center in Hollywood. It started at eight. She came in, drunk, at midnight. I was dressed to go out and asked where she had been. A fight started. She broke a beer bottle on me, broke my collarbone and cut me pretty badly. Harvey heard it and he and the cops pulled her off me. I haven't seen her since. Harvey took me into his apartment for over a month. He got me patched up, took care of me and loved me. It wasn't about sex. It was love."

"Dad said Harvey was special."

"I was healing when I met Walt. He came by to help Harvey fix some things. Harvey was spending lots of time with me. They were like brothers. Harvey was the older brother."

"So, you never left."

"At first I told myself it was that I had nowhere else to go. Then I realized that Harvey was my best friend. Walt was my other best friend. We were hanging out with Walt to see if we could cheer him up. His wife had died and he was lost. One night the four of us were having dinner on the patio and..."

"Four of you?"

"Helen was there too. Harvey stood up to go to his place to use the bathroom and he took three steps and collapsed. He stayed unconscious all the way to the hospital. The next day he and Walt started planning for Walt to move to the apartments. He moved in and we all took care of Harvey . He lasted longer than the doctors thought he would. By the time Harvey died Walt was here and Walt was alive again. Helping Harvey and us gave him a purpose. He had adopted us as his new family. He promised Harvey he would be here for us."

"When... maybe I shouldn't ask."

"When did it become more than friends? I can tell you exactly. The night after Harvey 's funeral we sat outside very late and we talked. All of us. I held Walt's hand and Helen held the other one. When it was very late Walt said, "Maybe I'm just old, but... I don't ever want to sleep alone again." He looked at me and said, "Would you sleep with me? Allow me to hold you close and share the loss of Harvey tonight?" I helped him up and we went to bed together. It was the first time I had ever been in bed with a man. He held me all night. When we woke up I knew I would love him for the rest of his life and mine."

On our side of the airplane there were three seats together. I had the aisle. Pat sat beside me, holding my hand. When she stopped speaking the woman sitting next to her put her hand on Pat's arm. It was not an intrusion or an invasion of our privacy, exactly. Something about the way the woman did it made the act a simple "I heard you and I am touched." Even though we hadn't included her in the conversation overtly we knew that she was there inches away all the time we were talking. Pat took her hand and for quite a while none of us said anything.

The pilot did a great job of making the transition between being airborne and rolling on the ground toward the terminal smooth. As we taxied Pat turned to our seatmate and asked, "May I know your name?"

"People call me Nan. It's short for something. Should I apologize for listening? I attempted to mind my own business but I failed."

"Assuming we had privacy in a small room with a hundred and sixty other people in it must be an illusion. No apology necessary. Something I said resonated with you?"

"Yes. I doubt we have the time or the privacy here I would like for me to say more, but yes, something in me resonates with things you shared."

She hesitated and I spoke. "If you can join us for dinner, I know a wonderful restaurant that serves delightful food in a private, quiet atmosphere."

"I have never been here before, so I accept. I need to get to the Holiday Inn on Frontage road at some point. I have a room reserved there for three nights."

"No problem. I know where that is. My roommate is picking us up. Oh, I should correct that. My soon-to-be-ex-roommate is picking us up. We can all go to dinner, then take you to the Holiday Inn." I said.

Pat asked, "Aren't you meeting someone? Are you here on business?"

She smiled and answered, "I'm here for a job interview. At nine tomorrow morning I will be being interviewed and perhaps changing my life."

"I'm nosey. If you don't want to answer any question I ever ask just tell me it's none of my business. I'll back off and not be hurt or angry. What kind of work are you applying for?"

"For the last five years I've been managing the payroll department for a corporation in Fresno. They are about to change to a whole new payroll system and the company I'm interviewing with tomorrow likes the system I already know."

I gathered our carry-on bags and the ladies followed me off the plane. On the walk to baggage they talked, I guided them and listened. At baggage I called John my roomie and he was ten minutes away. He brought the minivan that belonged to the company where he worked rather than my Mustang. With our bags and now four of us the minivan was a great idea.

We got our bags and met John at the curb. Introductions were made. Pat motioned me towards the front seat and she sat with Nan on the bench seat of the van. John and I decided on our neighborhood Italian restaurant. In fifteen minutes we were parked and inside. During the fifteen minute ride I had called and Geno at the restaurant had set a table for us. John and I had been steady customers for six years. As we walked in Geno asked, "Would you like menus or are you adventurers?"

Pat said, "Adventurers!" I nodded. Geno's Dad is the chef. He loves when people let him play. He came to our table and quizzed the ladies about foods they like, wines they like and things they don't like. Geno brought us antipasto and a nice wine. When the entrée's arrived the chef, Poppa, delivered with his son and two daughters. All four plates sat on the table at the same moment. John said, "It is our custom that when the food arrives we do not eat it. First you feast with your nose. Smell the aromas. Savor the blends of smells and the warmth rising from the treasures before us."

I had memorized Poppa's speech too so I continued, "Then you may feast with your eyes. See the way the food is presented. It is art. Turn the plate. Look at it from every angle. Blend the sight with the smells." I paused and Poppa finished.

"Take a small bite from near the edge of your plate. Hold it in your mouth for a few moments. Then chew. Notice the different flavors, the blend of textures, herbs, spices and taste the special ingredient. No other restaurant on the east coast uses that secret ingredient." He smiled and watched as we did as we were instructed.

Pat spoke first. "I taste it! I know what the secret ingredient is!"

Poppa stepped to her and said, "Do not say it! Whisper it to me." He bent near her and she whispered in his ear. When he stood back up, tall and proud he smiled and said, "She cannot pay for her dinner. She tasted it. She recognized it. Enjoy!" 

He strutted back to the kitchen. Pat beamed. It had taken me many meals before I tasted it. It was there, in every meal Poppa ever made. 

Nan asked, "What is it?"

Pat answered, "When you were little was there something your Mom or Dad made, special, for you?"

Nan lit up. "Yes! Mom made a special custard dessert for me. I loved it."

"Did you ever get the recipe?"

"Yes, but it never tasted as good as when Mom made it."

"You left out the ingredient only she could put in the custard. It wasn't on the three by five card. It wasn't in the cupboard. It isn't on a shelf in Poppa's restaurant."

Nan started to speak. Pat raised a hand and said, "Take another bite. Hold it in your mouth and close your eyes. Feel what's there."

John was looking at Pat with wonder on his face. Neither of us had ever seen someone get it so quickly and deeply. We waited and suddenly Nan's eyes popped open. "I know what it is. I can feel it." Her eyes filled and sparkled. John put his hand on her shoulder and said, "I don't care what he charges. This is the best restaurant on the east coast because he puts that much love in every bite."

Nan took another bite and closed her eyes. When she swallowed she said, "I feel like eating this is like a religious experience. We should whisper. It's like eating in church."

"Get ready." I said, "The hymn is about to begin."

Geno and Poppa came out of the kitchen, singing. It was a duet from an opera. I have no idea what the words are or what opera they are from. They sing from the same place they cook from. The passion, joy and full expression are complete. They wander through the tables, singing, touching people and loving every breath, every moment of being alive. We stood and clapped and when they came to our table Pat kissed both men. While she kissed Geno, Poppa sang. When she kissed Poppa, Geno sang.

Geno stood near Nan and when Poppa sang again Nan kissed Geno's cheek. Geno answered his father's words and she kissed Poppa. Everyone clapped and they moved on to another table. In ten minutes the singing was over and Poppa was back in the kitchen.

We got to the restaurant at eight. It was well after ten when we left. I stopped John from putting keys in the ignition and I asked, "Nan, can we talk for a few moments?"

"Yes." She was suddenly serious. They joy we had seen for two hours retreated and she was pulling back again.

"I want you to close your eyes and picture the room at the Holiday Inn." She closed her eyes.

"You close and lock the door. Put your suitcase on the floor and feel the room. What do you feel?"

"I'm alone. I'm cold. The room is cold. The only sound is from the fan in the heater."

"Ok. Now, open your eyes. Look at each of us for a few seconds." She did as I asked.

"Close them again. Picture being in our apartment. Two bedrooms, a living room, two bathrooms, a balcony. The door closes. Your suitcase is on the floor. What do you feel?"

"I can feel all three of you, close to me. I can still feel the laughter, the taste of our evening together. The apartment is warm."

"Open your eyes. Where would you like to spend the night? We have plenty of room at the apartment. Or, you can go to the Holiday Inn. Your choice."

She looked at Pat. Pat said, "Can you boys give us a minute to talk, privately?"

John and I got out and stood in front of the van.

"What do you think they're discussing?" John asked.

"If I was to guess Nan wants to know who she will be sleeping with. If she chooses to sleep with you can you not be a macho man? Can you just hold her and not make a move on her?"

"You're serious? She's beautiful! How am I supposed to not hit on her?"

""Ok. I can promise she will not be sleeping with you. She will either be in bed with me, with me and Pat, with Pat or alone on the couch."

"I don't get it."

"She doesn't need or want shagging. She needs and wants the closeness, the love."

"Oh." He was quiet for a minute. Pat knocked on the window and motioned us back inside. He said, "I can do it! If she chooses me I can give her the closeness and the love."

We got back inside. John still didn't start the van.

Nan said, "I want to go to your apartment. I need it understood that I'm afraid of both of you. I don't have a pleasant history with men. I like both of you and your apartment for the night is scary." She took a deep breath.

John spoke. "I'm worried too. When I drove to the airport I figured Nick and Pat would be sharing Nick's bedroom and I would be alone. When you joined us I figured you would be going to a hotel. But, by the end of dinner I was hoping you would come home with us. But, I'm conflicted. I think you're beautiful and any red blooded American heterosexual man would want you in his bed. I do! And, here's the conflict, I don't want to have sex with you unless and until we're a lot closer friends. What I want is to hold you, savor you, and wake up with your energy right next to me."

Nan said, "Then start the van. I'm ready." John started the van, winked at me and drove us home. Nan called and asked if she could cancel her reservation. They charged her for the night but cancelled the next two.

John winked at me again.

As soon as we were inside the apartment we turned the bathrooms over to the ladies and they informed us they only needed one. They picked mine. John and I took turns in his.

When they came out into the living room both were in big t-shirts. John was in his bathroom in the shower. Nan went in and closed the door to their bedroom. Pat grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. She took off the t-shirt and helped me out of the clothes I'd been in since California. We showered. I shaved. 

In bed I was gentle and as we joined we talked.

"If John told the truth Nan will ask him to join with her before breakfast."

"He told the truth about his behavior. He wants her. He's willing to wait."

"If she gets the job she might just take your half of this apartment."

"John will give her a good deal on the rent."

"He'd better."

We were too tired, too emotionally exhausted to actually mate. We fell asleep during foreplay. At about dawn I woke up needing to pee. I had to wait. Pat was already seated when my number came up.

When we got back in bed we resumed our joining and it went much better. We giggled and did our best to stay quiet enough to not wake John or Nan.

I heard John's alarm at seven. We decided to get up and get the sale started while John took Nan to her appointment. Our apartment was number 882 of 2155 apartments. The signs had been up for a week saying we were unloading things because I was moving. The signs said the sale started at eight. At seven-thirty-three the doorbell rang.

When I opened the door there were three people standing there. "I have to leave for work in half an hour. Could I look?" The first one said. I opened the door and from that moment until noon there was a steady stream of people walking in and carrying stuff out. At noon I closed the door with a sign on it.

"Everything is gone. I even sold a sack of trash before I could throw it out. Thank you all. Nick"

I called John on his cell and he said they were on their way home. He volunteered to bring sandwiches and things from the deli. He sounded happy.

When they walked in they were laughing. The apartment was pretty empty. We sat on the floor and ate sandwiches and pickles from the deli. Nan gave us her news.

"I had been told to expect a ninety minute interview. Twenty minutes into the interview I was taken to another room where four people were doing payroll. Mr. Johnson asked them if there was a problem. One woman said yes, and explained the problem. He turned to me and said, "Take it, please." Ten minutes later the problem was fixed and the woman, Barbara, knew how to fix it herself when it happened again. The interview was over. I have the job!"

"Wow! That's great!" We both said.

"They upped my starting salary too. But that's not all."

I asked, "What else?"

"I already have an apartment! This one!"

"Seriously?" Pat asked. Her face asked a dozen questions.

"Yes! I talked with John and he understands about me. He's willing to have me be just as I am, and that's a good place to start."

"Maybe I'm denser than I thought." I said, "But what are you talking about?"

"Nan is an untried Bi-sexual." John said. "Last night was the first time she has ever slept with a man, willingly. She has some experiences with women but as of this morning she has never had sex with a man."

She wrapped her arm around John's, looked up at him and said, "That probably won't be true by morning. Tired?"




Walt's Gift Ch. 02



"What happened?" Pat asked.

Nan looked at Pat and said, "You happened. I listened to you talking with Nick on the plane. It was clear you love him and that he loves you. It was also clear you haven't known each other long. As I listened I realized you shared the way you did because you already knew he loved you. He didn't love you because of, he loved you because he said so. The space was clear. He knew you like women. He knew you loved Walt, whoever Walt is. Even before we landed I knew I want that. Maybe John and I can create that. Maybe John and I and someone can create that."

"Walt was Nick's Dad. He died a week ago in L.A. That's when I met Nick."

"A week ago?" Nan asked.

"Pat has been with my Dad for five years. He called me to L.A. to introduce us and to die. I'm going back to L.A. to live and love in my Dad's tradition."

"I have four sisters born to other mothers who also live in L.A. and also loved Nick's Dad. Nick will be living with and taking care of all of us as we take care of him."

"You're becoming a Mormon?" John asked.

"No. My Dad loved these women and they loved him. He asked me to take care of them. I can't do it like an obligation; I can only do it the way he wanted me to. Choose to love them. Choose to love them. Then live like that's my purpose in life."

As Pat turned me towards the bedroom she said, "If it gets too scary come in and snuggled with us. If it doesn't get too scary, come in in the morning. I'd love a taste of your magic before we leave."

"We'll see." Nan said. As our door closed John held her hand and they were headed for his room.

It was about three in the morning when our bedroom door opened. Nan was wrapped in a towel and quietly walked to the side of our bed where Pat was sleeping. She dropped the towel and slid in beside Pat.

Pat opened her arms and not her eyes. They melted together and just held each other for a long time. I went back to sleep. The next time I opened my eyes my face was six inches from Pat's.

She whispered, "She joined us for a while."

I nodded.

"She just needed to know she was still Ok. Still her."

"Is she?"

Pat nodded and kissed me. She tasted like pussy, but not her's. I kissed her again and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again the sun was up and so were Nan and Pat. They were in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Both were wearing just t-shirts. Pat in mine and Nan in one I'd last seen on John. I was greeted with kisses and a cup of strong coffee. As I sat down John came out of his room and said, "This may be the best day of my life, so far."

Both women kissed him. Not pecks, kisses. Then breakfast was served. As I dug in Pat said, "Odds are good I won't cook breakfast again until we get home. But, you can have dessert any time."

We laughed and finished off the breakfast. By nine the bob-tail was loaded and we were on our way west. According to my GPS we had two thousand eight hundred eight miles to go. Pat needed to be home by the twentieth to start her month end reports. It was the eighth. If we averaged no more than two hundred fifty miles a day we'd make it on time.

That first day we made a hair over five hundred miles. Pat backed the truck up against a cinderblock wall at the hotel where we stayed. Then she disabled the computer so the truck couldn't be taken. We went inside and I registered as Mr. & Mrs. Nick Peterson. She watched me do it. 

We had a good dinner and when we got back to our room I called Helen. She answered in her business voice and I said, "Hi Honey. I miss you."

She screamed and said, "You do not! Pat has you worn out and you have no time or energy to miss any of us."

"Wrong! As I drive she needs to remind me to obey the laws about speed. I'm like a horse who knows he's headed for his barn, his home. How are things?"

She ran down the events of the family and even shared that Jack and Linda had been by for dinner. She wanted to know exactly where we were because she had a big USA map on the wall and they were going to map our progress as we drove home. I put Pat on the phone and I took care of my night rituals.

Our wake up call was for six the next morning. After we left Sandusky we saw a Wal-Mart, stopped and got supplies for snacks, lunches and breakfast. Then we aimed west and drove. Nine hours later we were just outside Des Moines.

Pat secured the truck as she had the night before and we took a walk. The folks in the hotel told us a good restaurant was a mile farther down the road, so we walked to dinner. When we were back in our room Pat called home.

Helen answered. Twenty minutes later I spoke to Helen for a minute, Linda for a minute and Maria for a minute. My conversation with Krystn took longer. Her sister was living near our route for the next day. She lived in Sidney Nebraska. They had been talking and Krystn's sister had offered, requested, almost demanded we stop and stay the night with them. I checked the maps and figured that would be a little over a five hundred mile day for us. We talked, Pat and I for a moment and agreed to stop. 

Krystn and Pat talked a while longer. She got all the details on Inga, Sven and their two kids. She made notes as they talked. At the bottom of the page she wrote, "They know about us! All of us!"

I went to the front desk and asked to buy three small bottles of the body lotion they put in the rooms. They gave me four bottles. Back in our room Pat was off the phone and I told her what I had in mind. She liked the idea.

We stripped and showered. I put a couple towels on top of the bed and put Pat on top of the towels. Starting at her feet I massaged lotion into all the skin of her back, feet to neck. One small bottle emptied.

She turned over and I began again at her feet. I love massaging Pat. She's vocal. When it feels good she moans, groans, and uses words to tell me how it feels. When I get close to being too strong or she's too tender she lets me know that too.

Her front always seems to take more lotion than her back. Maybe it's because I enjoy the scenery of the front more than the back. Maybe it's because. Maybe I tend to think about why too much.

When her skin was well taken care of she was mostly asleep. I got her inside the bed and I joined her there. Our wake up call came very quickly. The phone rang twice before Pat answered. She hung up the phone and proceeded to wake up my anatomy. Once I was fully awake she had me give her a morning deposit. She swallowed all of it and it seemed to energize her into action.

Just a few minutes later we were dressed and back on the road. As we drove she filled me in on Inga, Sven and kids. They had a farm a few miles outside Sidney. Inga was Krystn's older sister. Krystn was three years younger than Inga, who had been born in Norway. Krystn was born in Nebraska. Sven had met Inga when both were in high school and they had been a couple ever since. They had two boys, Mark and Brian, seventeen and nineteen.

Near Grand Junction we stopped at a truck stop for fuel. Pat saw a trucker she used to know and the three of us had lunch together. The trucker was a tall bleached blond with plenty of exposed chest and a name embroidered on her shirt, "Butch." She eyed me like I was a bug until Pat said, "He's my husband and he understands."

From that moment on I was Ok. We ate together and they talked about other friends Pat hadn't seen in a while. We all needed to get back on the road so we walked Butch to her rig and she hugged Pat good-bye. I got a friendly handshake. She promised she'd call next time she was near L.A.

As we finished the drive to Sidney Pat needed to talk about Butch and their past. They had met while both worked for the same company doing runs between New York and Denver. Butch's family had disowned her when she stopped being in the closet and started trucking. They were Ok that she didn't marry and have a zillion kids but when she cut her hair off, got a tattoo, and dressed like a trucker they asked her to leave. She shared that she believed Beverly wanted to tone her life down and maybe even quit driving, but she didn't know how to do it. All her life skills and social skills were in the truck or the Butch lesbian world.

I stayed pretty quiet. Pat needed to work things out in her own mind about her friend. I thought when Butch, Beverly, ever called we'd be helping her out of the truck and into a more stable, less physical lifestyle. I was fine with that.

Pat drove to the farm easily. Driving was her element. As we went down the two lane country road she was confident and handled the truck with ease. We saw two horses and three cows as we neared the farm house. It was a two story house, painted a slate blue-gray with white trim. A wide porch went around three sides of the house. About a hundred yards from the house was a large barn. Pat parked near the barn.

As she shut the engine off the door to the house opened and Krystn walked out of the house. It wasn't Krystn, but she looked like Krystn. Both of us immediately thought it was Krystn. She smiled and waved. Pat said, "If I didn't know Krystn was in L.A. I'd swear that was her."

"Me too." I said as I opened the door and got out.

She met us about halfway to the house. "Welcome! We're so glad you could stop!"

She hugged Pat and then me. It was a no hesitation hug.  She pressed against me as if we'd know each other for many years and were family. When she hugged Pat it was just as friendly.

"Come inside. Sven and the boys will be here in about an hour. They had to go into town for a meeting. Can you wait that long to eat? I can make something to tide you over if you're hungry."

"We'll be fine." Pat said, "Although a bathroom would be more than welcome."

She pointed down the hall and Pat went. I was taken into the kitchen. Inga talked a mile a minute while she started making dinner for her family and us. As I watched her move I noticed subtle differences between her and Krystn. When Pat rejoined us Inga stopped moving around the kitchen and put whatever she had been making into the oven. She came and sat with us at the table.

"Krystn and I haven't seen each other in years. Living here doesn't give us much time for vacations. How is she?"

Pat smiled and said, "You've seen her every time you've looked in the mirror. We both thought Krystn walked out your back door when we arrived. You could be twins! But, to answer your question, she's doing well. You know Walt died not long ago and that's been tough on all of us."

"I talked to him on the phone a few times. He seemed like a very nice man."

Pat said, "Nick is Walt's son."

Inga looked in my eyes and said, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks."

She asked, "What did you think about the unusual life your father lived with his women? If I can be so bold as to ask."

"You can. I didn't know about it until the day he died. My sister and he had a disagreement years ago and Walt kept everything about that part of his life private until he was about to leave. When I found out it just made me admire him more."

"Now you're taking his place?"

"I'm not sure that's possible. I promised Dad I'd take care of his ladies. I can't. We'll take care of each other. I love your sister and I love Pat, Helen, Linda and Maria too. I believe that's what Dad wanted us to do."

"Can I get really personal really quickly?"

Pat and I nodded. "Could you love me, too?"

We nodded again. No hesitation.

"You mean that?"

"There's a lot in the unspoken. Until last night I didn't know Krystn had a sister. When I found out, I started loving you. Loving you has been real since yesterday. Why do you ask?"

"Sven is tired of me. He loves his farm, his boys, his horses and the land. For the last two years he has also loved someone else. We've talked about divorce and he's willing to live like this forever. He doesn't really want a divorce. If we divorce he'll have to cook and clean and do laundry."

"Are you packed?" Pat asked.

She nodded. Pat stood. "Did you talk with Krystn about the possibility of coming to California with us?"

"Last night. When she told me you were coming here I asked if I could talk with you about it. She said she would love to have me with her... and it was up to the two of you."

Pat said, "Nick?" as she nodded her head. She was ready to go.

"Let's get your things into the truck. When we leave you can go with us."

I stood. We followed Inga to the barn and loaded her suitcases and boxes into the back of the truck. She stopped us twice and asked, "Are you sure this is Ok with you?" We answered the same both times.

"We're family."

Back inside the house Inga took dinner out of the oven. The phone rang. She answered and listened for a while. Then, without speaking she hung up. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

I held her in my arms and she cried onto my shirt. Pat joined us and we held Inga while she cried.

When she calmed down she said, "That was Mark, my son. They are staying in town tonight. They don't want to meet you, my perverse relatives. They are staying at the home of my husband's girl-friend. He let me know that Sven filed for divorce today."

Pat asked, "So, what's for dinner?"

Inga looked up at Pat and snapped back to reality. 

"I made chicken and dumplings. We should eat it." They set the table and served the meal. We ate and talked, mostly about the future. We called Krystn and asked her if she could make room for Inga. We knew the answer but asked anyway.

When dinner was over Pat started picking up plates and headed for the sink. Inga smiled and said, "Stop! I've cooked the dinner in this house for twenty years. I've done the dishes after every dinner. No more. Leave them. Charlotte can come do the dishes, or the boys can do them. I've been fired."

We left the dishes on the table. I looked outside and saw the cows standing near the barn. Their udders looked full. I asked Inga about their milking schedule and she said they were two hours overdue for milking. I asked if she knew the phone number at Sven's girl-friends house. She did.

I called the number from my cell phone. A woman answered. I said, "Tell Sven he has cows waiting to be milked. He can come home and do it. We're gone." I hung up.

Ten minutes later we were in the truck and moving down the road. Three hours later we stopped in Denver. While Pat secured the truck I got us a room with two queen sized beds. It was late. 

Once inside the room I called home. Krystn answered. I told her what had happened and that we were too tired for talking, we needed sleep. She marked on the map where we were and we promised to call in the morning.

While I talked to Krystn Pat sent Inga into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When she came out she asked, "Who am I sleeping with?" She was wearing a t-shirt and panties.

Pat looked at her and asked, "Do you have a preference?"

"Yes. If it's Ok, I'd like to sleep alone tonight."

"Then pick whichever bed you'd like. We'll take the other one."

Pat went into the bathroom. Inga picked the bed nearest the windows. I sat on the other bed and turned on the TV, looking for a weather forecast. The next day would be overcast, no rain. I called and put in a wake-up time.

When Pat came out of the bathroom she was wrapped in a towel. She kissed me and got into bed. I took the towel back into the bathroom. I showered, shaved and left the bathroom nude. The lights were off in our room. In minutes I was asleep.

When the phone rang it startled me. I rolled to answer it and bumped into Inga. She rolled and answered the phone. She turned back to me and said, "I didn't like being alone."

"Don't apologize. Waking up with both of you is my pleasure."

Her hand went from being against my chest down until it bumped into Pat's hand holding my morning hard-on. They looked at each other and Pat said, "We're family. We share." She moved her hand and Inga grasped my shaft.

We didn't hurry. I reminded myself what we were doing had almost nothing to do with sex. We were letting Inga know she was a part of the family, she was Ok, she was loved, wanted and accepted. When I entered her Pat guided me home and kissed Inga as we joined. I could feel the emotions conflicting within Inga until she suddenly relaxed and surrendered. She lifted her knees and opened herself fully to us. Pat stoked Inga's clit as I stroked in and out of her. We brought her to an orgasm and held her as she recovered.

Another shower for three, breakfast in the coffee shop and we were back on the road. I drove. I aimed at getting to St. George Utah but knew we might not get that far. We let Inga talk. We had been on the road for an hour when the cell rang. Pat answered. She was sitting against the passenger door and I heard a male voice on the phone.

I held out my hand and Pat gave me the phone. I held it to my ear and said, "Who are you calling?"

"I know my wife is with you! I want to talk to her!"

"Are you going to yell at her or otherwise verbally abuse her?"

"I want to know why she left the house in a mess!"

"I can answer that. You needn't bother her for that. She was informed that you are divorcing her. That means she doesn't live there any more. Why would she clean up a house where she doesn't live?"

"The divorce isn't final!"

"Sir, the divorce isn't final in court. You did however break the vows by having sex with someone other than Inga. The divorce was final as soon as you stuck the other woman with your dick."

"I know you think this will get me to beg her to come home! It won't. She can go all the way to California with you if she wants. She's a farm wife! What can she possibly do in Los Angeles?"

"Not your concern. Know this, she is loved and will be cared for every day for the rest of her life." I folded the phone and handed it to Pat.

Inga said, "He's angry isn't he?"

"Yes. Angry that you left the house a mess. I think you need to think of the name of a lawyer in Nebraska who will make sure you get what he owes you in the divorce. In California it's half. Use the cell phone, get started."

It took an hour but she hired a lawyer over the phone and he was hot on Sven's trail. He had the cell number and promised to call the next day.

We stopped in Grand Junction for lunch and a little shopping. We took Inga into a mall and found her some new clothes. Not farm wife clothes. There seems to be something about new clothes, a new look, that lifts a woman's spirits. She left the old, faded farm wife clothes in a trash can in the mall. She wore a bright, comfortable, flattering dress as we drove away from the mall and we put three more outfits in the back, for later.

We were hungry and tired by the time we got to Beaver Utah. I secured the truck and the ladies registered us into a nice hotel. We were next door to a phone company office that had calling booths. The three of us called home and spoke to everyone. It was great! The call lasted quite a while and when it ended Inga said, "I'm in. They want me."

"Was there a doubt?" Pat asked.

"You know there was."

"I'm glad we got passed it."

"Me too." Inga said.

"Can we eat now?" I asked.

They laughed at me and we went into the restaurant in the hotel. We had a great dinner. At one point Inga asked, "I'm sponging. How can I pay for my part?"

Pat smiled and asked, "Do you have a credit card?"

"Yes, but it's a joint card with Sven."

"Think he's charged things for his sweetheart on that card?"

"Yes! I've seen things on the bills!"

"Ok. You can charge dinner. If the card works in the morning you can fill up the truck with fuel."

"He'll scream when he sees the bill!"

"Who usually paid the bills?" I asked.

"I did. The bills came in and I wrote checks, balanced the checkbook and let him know how we were doing."

"Who do you think is doing it now?" I asked.




Walt's Gift Ch. 02



"Knowing Sven, no one. It hasn't hit him yet that I'm not taking care of him."

"Interesting." Pat said. "I'll bet his Momma took care of his Dad just like you rook care of him."

"Worse! His Dad worked hard but she worked harder. He never made a sandwich. She did everything in the house and she worked the animals on their farm too. I never heard him say thanks to anyone for any thing."

We had dessert. She put it all on her credit card. I shut off the cell phone when we got to the room. I told the ladies I needed a walk and they decided to stay in the room. I promised to be back in an hour.

Beaver is a quiet town and since it was after dark I saw and smelled the flavor of the town as I walked. I smelled tomato sauce cooking. A little later it was hamburgers, then chicken. I heard someone calling Ben to come home. I saw two teens walking, holding hands. When the hour was gone I felt relaxed and Ok with adding Inga to the family. I looked to the dark sky and thanked Dad for leaving me some money to help with my new family.

When I opened the door to our room I noticed it was mostly dark inside. I closed the door and locked it. I thought perhaps the ladies had gone to sleep so I tried to be quiet. When I turned and faced the room I saw they were in bed. Together.

Inga sat up, uncovering her breasts unintentionally and said, "Would you join us?"

"Yes. Where do you want me?"

"Between my legs." Pat said.

"And between mine, too." Inga added.

"Shall I flip a coin for first?"

"Inga has already cum once. I get you first." Pat said.

"You started without me?"

"Please, don't be mad." Inga said. "I knew Pat liked women and I've never been with a woman before."

"Mad? No. I was chiding you but not with anger. I'm for loving. There isn't enough loving on the planet yet. The more we accept and show it them better. Doctors swear an oath that says something about, first, do no harm. I think everyone should swear an oath to first, love each other. I promise to love you."

"Then get undressed. I want your special ingredient."

She got it. Inga got it too. I love going to sleep with the taste of satisfied pussy in my mouth.

In the morning we were on the road early. We stopped in St. George and fueled up. Thanked Sven for the fuel and had breakfast. When we passed through Las Vegas Inga asked lots of questions and we found out she'd never been there. I made a plan to make sure we went. Nine hours after leaving St. George we were in Santa Monica and minutes from home.

Pat called home and said, "Start the hot tub and the bar-b-que. We'll be home soon!"

Helen said, "Hot tub has two people in it. Bar-b-que has hot links, chicken and ribs. The beans and slaw are ready. Anything else you'd like?"

"Yes!" Pat said, "Take off your clothes!"

"I don't have any on!" Helen said, laughing. Ten minutes later we locked the truck and went in to the welcome home party. No one was nude, exactly. Helen greeted us first. She was bare except for a name tag stuck on her right breast. She was as shocked at how much like Krystn Inga looked. 

Next we saw Maria. She had a name tag stuck on her right breast too. Then we were in the courtyard and everyone had nametags on. Inga was fine until she saw Linda with a name tag that said, "Two."

"Two?" She asked.

Linda pointed at my sister Linda and said, "There are two Linda's in the family. Linda and Two. I'm Linda Two."

Krystn took her sister to number five and two minutes later they both came back nude. Krystn was completely shaved. Inga had a full bush and even though it was very pale blond hair it helped me tell who was who. Inga also had tan lines and Krystn had none.

Maria said, "We may have to get one of you a tattoo so we can tell you apart."

I said, "If you're in doubt just kiss her. They taste differently."

"Kiss her face or..." Maria asked.

"They both are different."

Maria stepped to Krystn and offered her face for a kiss. She got a full body kiss. When it broke she turned to Inga and said, "For comparison purposes." Inga stepped into her arms and kissed Maria. When it ended Maria said, "I need to do more research." They kissed again. 

I watched Jack. My brother was in the hot tub. I would have bet he was as hard as a rock watching Maria and Inga kiss. I was too. I told myself I was hard because Helen had a grip on me.

We ate, talked and made some tentative plans. As the evening progressed we redressed and brought in things from the truck. My cell beeped and I looked to see who was calling. It was the lawyer in Nebraska. I gave the phone number for my land line to him and he called right back. Inga and Krystn went inside my apartment for the call.

An hour later they came back. Inga looked emotionally drained. She looked around and came directly to me. She sat in my lap and everyone gathered around.

"Mr. Jenkins found out that Sven is a skunk. He sold our crop for the last two years for much more than he brought home. He brought home about sixty percent and hid the rest. His slut is pregnant. The lawyer has filed lots of papers with the court and things go as he says they probably will Sven will have to sell the farm to pay me what he owes me. He has already gotten the court to freeze the bank accounts. My credit cards can be cut up and tossed. Sven's are no good either."

"When does the case go to court?" I asked.

"It may not. He says Sven may offer to settle. If they can agree then going to court is just a formality. He wants me to come back for the signing, if they can reach an agreement."

"Not a problem. You won't have to go alone." I said.

"We can get Butch to go with us" Pat said. The mental image scared me. I smiled and Pat smiled wider.

Questions were asked and answered. The bar-b-que was cleaned and put away. The hot tub was shut off and covered. Krystn and Inga went to number five for the night. Linda and Jack went home. Maria, Two and Helen came to me and said, "Pat and Inga have had you for a long time. You said you didn't ever want to sleep alone again. Who is sleeping with you tonight?"

"Let's make it a contest. I will name something, something I don't even know if you have. If you have it you must go to your apartment, get it, put it on and get back here to me. First one back stays. OK?"

"Ok." They each said. I thought about what I could ask for.

"I don't like pantyhose. I like thigh high hose. I want you in hose and heels, nothing else. Go!"

They ran. They giggled. They disappeared into their apartments. Pat looked at me and said, "Even if I were in the game I wouldn't be rushing away. I don't own any stockings."

"Next time you want to spend the night with me, be wearing stockings and nothing else."

"I'll get some." We kissed. I heard a door open and when I looked I saw Two hopping towards me. She had the stockings on and was hopping to get the heel on as she made progress towards me. She made it back first. I kissed her and told her to go inside, I'd join her in a minute.

She was inside when Maria came out of her apartment. A second later Helen came out of hers. They ran. It was too close to call. I kissed them both and said, "Two won. She stays tonight. Tomorrow night we flip a coin. Heads I win, Tails I win."

I kissed all three women again and I went inside. Pat offered to take either of them home with her. I was pretty sure Maria went with her.

Two still had on the stockings and heels. The rest of her evening ritual was done. My bed had fresh sheets and was turned down. Two asked how she could please me.

We showered together, without the stockings and shoes, and I shaved. In bed she asked for rough treatment. "Give me a bruise or two to remember tonight, please."

Two got what she asked for. A bruise on the inside of her right thigh up near her pussy and a bruised pubic bone area. I could see the one bruise and I had one on my pubic bone so I figured she got it's twin.

The next two days moved Inga in, got her settled and us back. I went to work in my new job. It was a ten minute walk from the apartments. Krystn and Inga spent a lot of time together, reestablishing their relationship. Inga looked around our place and began doing whatever she saw needed doing. We didn't lock our apartments.

On Tuesday Helen had a dentist's appointment. When she came back her apartment had been cleaned, the sheets changed on her bed and the dishes done. On Wednesday Inga saw Two leave for work. When she came home her apartment was clean, fresh sheets, dishes done and the windows cleaned too.

On Thursday evening Two called a family meeting.

"I called the meeting because Inga cleaned my apartment." Two said.

"She cleaned mine too." Helen said.

"Inga, why? Am I a pig?" Two asked.

"No. All my life what I've done is cook and clean and take care of people. I have no job skills. All of you have jobs. All of you contribute to the family. I haven't got a dime. I haven't got a job. I don't want to be a sponge."

I spoke up. "I have an idea. I think we should hire someone to cook for us, keep the place clean, take care of the laundry, the shopping and have sex with us. Think we could find someone who would be willing to do all that?"

Pat said, "I doubt it. I hate doing laundry, and that's just for me. The idea of doing laundry for all of us? I wouldn't want the job."

Two said, "Can you imagine cooking dinner every night for all of us? And shopping for all the food? I wouldn't want the job."

I said, "And, don't forget, all our rooms are taken. Whoever it would be would have to sleep in a different apartment almost every night."

Maria joined in, "And have sex with all of us!"

Inga listened to all of us and asked, "How much would you be willing to pay for all that?"

"If each of us pitched in two hundred a week and we set up an account for expenses, like food and cleaning supplies I think that would be fair."

Inga asked, "What if the person who wants the job doesn't have a car?"

"I've been thinking we need a mini-van for family outings and things. She could use that." I said.

Helen said, "Ok. I'll write it up and put an ad in the paper. We can start interviewing..."

"Right now!" Inga said. "I'd like to apply."

"You willing to do laundry for all of us?" Pat asked.

"Yes. Wash, fold and put away."

"Are you a good cook?" Krystn asked.

"Nothing fancy, but no one ever died either."

""You keep things clean?"

"Yes. I once lived on a farm where dust gots in the house every day. It got in, it didn't stay."

"Do you enjoy eating pussy?" Maria asked.

"I especially look forward to Hispanic pussy, bald pussy and wet pussy."

"And what about sex with a man?" Krystn asked.

"Only if he loves me."

I looked from face to face and then said, "Forget the ad. We'll never find anyone. It's just to hard to get good help these days."

We all laughed and told Inga she had the job. She got a pad of paper and for the next two hours she made lists. She asked each of us what we liked for dinners, lunches and breakfasts. She found out what kinds of toothpaste, soap and everything else we used. She let all of us know she would be cooking dinner the next day and all three meals every day thereafter.

We discovered she was a good cook. She got each of us to teach her how to cook the foods they liked. Maria taught her to make enchiladas. Linda taught her how to make orange flavored chicken with rice. Pat taught her how to Bar-b-que. Two taught her about pasta sauces. Each day for weeks we taught, she learned and we ate well.

Inga found problems before they were big problems. I fixed them. She had ideas and we listened. Most of her ideas we liked and implemented. Our home ran well, stayed clean and all of us benefited by having Inga take care of us. She took the pressure off. At dinner one night Helen commented on how freeing it was for her to not think about what to have or make for dinner every night. Two mentioned how great it was that she always had clean clothes hanging in her closet. Maria mentioned how surprised she was when Inga moved some things in her bathroom and how she discovered that the new way was better. Pat thanked Inga for being so willing to volunteer for things above and beyond the scope of her job.

I asked what she was talking about. Pat said it was a bit embarrassing but Inga had been cleaning her apartment when Pat was in the shower and cut herself shaving. Inga took over the job and shaved Pat smooth. It had been three weeks and Pat hadn't had a single cut.

Each of us let her know what a difference she made in our lives. Then she spoke.

"I'm glad you said what you did. None of you could have known that I needed what you said especially today. I collect the mail and put it in each apartment. Today I got a letter. My letter was from Sven. He apologized to me for being stupid. He listed some of the ways he had been less than the husband I deserved. He said his other woman had miscarried their child. He said he missed my cooking and the way I took care of everything. He asked me to come back, to stop the divorce."

She held the letter in her hand and said, "He didn't say he loved me. He didn't say anything about the boys. I've written them a letter three times a week since I left Nebraska. The letter I got today was the first one I received. He didn't tell me how my life would be better if I came back. I read his letter three times today. I also cleaned Nick's apartment, did Two's laundry, Maria's laundry, Pat got her pussy shaved and eaten, Helen needed a package mailed so I did that. My sister stained a blouse yesterday and today I got the stain out. I was thanked and appreciated by each of you today. I was told I was loved often. I'm not sure what to say in response to Sven. I worked just as hard on the farm as I do here. I had less fun and was less appreciated. I slept in the same bed every night with a man who seldom took care of me in bed. I love and am loved by all of you. I'm not going back to Nebraska for anything except to appear in court."

We clapped and celebrated for the rest of the evening. Inga stayed with me that night. There was a schedule. It could always be adjusted when a need showed up but baring that Maria slept with me on Mondays, Inga on Tuesdays, Two on Wednesdays, Krystn on Thursdays, Pat on Fridays and Helen on Saturday. For some Christians Sunday is known as a day of rest. It had never been a night of solitude for me in all the time since Dad died. Linda and Jack stayed over about once a month. We went to their house and used their pool fairly often in good weather and occasionally two or three of us stayed at their house overnight.

The court date in Nebraska did happen. Krystn, Inga and I flew to Denver and rented a car to drive to Sidney. We had a room at the Fort Sidney Inn, reserved for the night before our court date and the night after. Inga's lawyer assured us that the appearance was a formality. All the property divisions and things like spousal support were agreed to ahead of time. Inga was to walk away with half a million dollars, no spousal support and an agreement to never take Sven to court again.

At nine o'clock in the morning the three of us walked into the courthouse in Sidney. We were met by Inga's lawyer, Franklyn Jackson and his secretary. We sat near the doors to the courtroom and talked. We saw Sven, his lawyer Matthew Marquez, and a woman Mr. Jackson identified as Sven's soon-to-be-wife. I noticed Inga grip her purse a little tighter when Mr. Jackson identified the women. She asked Mr. Jackson her name. Wendy Wallace was his reply.

The judge was all business. Another divorce case was heard before Inga's. It lasted eleven minutes.  Property was divided, spousal support and child support agreed to and the judge signed papers.

Sven and Inga were called. The judge looked over the papers and then looked up at Sven.

"Mr. Hansen, where are your children?"

"They are at home, Your Honor."

"Mark is still a minor. Didn't your lawyer tell you he needed to be here today?"

"No, Sir."

"Bad move Mr. Marquez. I want the boy here in court. Before eleven. Make it happen." He turned to the next case. We went out in the hall and Sven called Mark on the phone.

"The judge wants you here. Just get here before eleven. I don't know why." He hung up, looked at Mr. Marquez and said, "He's coming."

We sat on the opposite side of the hallway from Sven and company. Inga looked at MS Wallace often, without any break in expression. Krystn sat next to her sister. I wondered if Sven knew which woman was his soon-to-be-exwife. Krystn and Inga looked very much like twins. They had dressed to make it even more difficult to tell them apart.

A few minutes after ten a young man walked into the hall and towards Sven and company. They stood and followed Mr. Marquez into the courtroom. The young man had only looked at his mother once and had been shocked to see Krystn and Inga together.

The judge ended the case in progress and by ten thirty we were the case being tried. The judge addressed Mark.

"Why do you think I wanted you here in court?"

"I don't know."

"Does the divorce of your parents affect you?"

"I don't think so. She's been gone for months. Nothing's gonna change now."

"When do you turn eighteen?"

"In October, Sir."

"In cases where a minor is involved who is older than about twelve I often ask which parent they would choose to live with. Do you have a preference?"

"I'll stay with my Dad. I don't want to live in California." The word California was spoken like it made him want to throw up. The judge smiled.

"Mrs. Hansen, do you contest his choice?"

"No, Your Honor. May I ask Mark a question?"

The judge nodded. "Mark, I've written to you many times over the months. I got no response. Did you get the letters?"

"We got them. We threw them away without reading them! You abandoned us!"

"Your father filed for divorce before I left."

"You could have talked him out of it!"

"He made it clear he wanted me gone so he could bring his new woman to the farm. I didn't abandon anyone!"

"You're gone. Good riddance." He hadn't looked at Inga once as they spoke. Sven sat smiling.

The judge asked, "Have both parties agreed to the terms of this settlement?"

Both lawyers said yes. The judge signed the papers and asked, "There is the matter of the money. Mr. Hansen do you have the money for Mrs. Hansen?"

Mr. Marquez answered. "As requested, the entire amount has been transferred to her account in a bank in California. I have a signed notice of the transfer for Mrs. Hansen." He gave it to the bailiff who gave it to the judge. It made it to Inga who tucked it in her purse.

The judge closed the case and just before anyone stood Inga asked, "Your Honor, may I speak?"

"The case is over, Mrs. Hansen. Whatever you say can and will have no bearing on the divorce."

"That's fine, Your Honor. I just have a gift for MS Wallace and I think it appropriate she get it here and now. May I give it to her?"

The bailiff stepped to Inga and Inga handed him the letter Sven had sent to Inga. He took it to the judge. He opened it and read the entire letter. He slowly folded it and put it back into the envelope. He handed it to the bailiff and said, "Give this to MS Wallace. Court is adjourned."

We were in the rental car on our way out of town before the wedding was cancelled. A week later when the mail was delivered Inga saw a letter addressed to her. She brought it to me.

"Would you open it, please? I'm a little afraid of what it might be." It was postmarked Sidney, NE. I opened it.

Dear Inga,

Forgive me using your first name, but I don't think you want to be addressed as Mrs. Hansen any more. I understand.

Thank you for your gift. I read it and finally understood Sven. He didn't love me and doesn't really want to marry me. He was hiring me to take your place. When you left I was so happy! I moved to the farm within that week. Within two weeks the boys were complaining that I didn't cook as good as you, clean as good as you and I bothered them too much.




Walt's Gift Ch. 02



I believed things would get better once they got used to me. I was wrong. 

When I miscarried Sven was very attentive. He drove me to the hospital and stayed with me all night. I needed a D&C and he paid for everything. When I got home from the hospital neither Sven or the boys had done anything! Sven hadn't even cleaned the seat of the truck where I had bled. He just tossed a cloth over it.

Your gift woke me up! I left Sven that day. I got my old job back at Cabela and my old apartment. Thanks.

 Wendy Wallace

I handed Inga the letter and she read it. She smiled in a few places. She crawled into my lap and kissed me. One turned into many. We spent part of that afternoon on our bed in my apartment. We were joined by Maria and later by Krystn. 

Before my Dad died I had loved one woman romantically. I married her and loved her for the rest of her life. Dad taught me, by example, to love without the limits of marriage or numbers. He gave me five beautiful women to love. There are now six. I love them all.

Thanks Dad.



Walt's Gift Ch. 03



[This is a story about a polyfidelity family. It would help if you read "Walt's Gift" by Scorpio44 and "Walt's Gift Ch. 2" by Scorpio44A. The places described exist. Most of the people in the story are a lot like people I have known or wish I'd known. If you don't believe a marriage could exist between more than two people, and work for all of them, this story will be way out there for you. I happen to believe such a family could work, and the energy would be incredible.]

The Reprise...

Life tends to take patterns. When we repeat them often enough, they become rituals. We get up in the morning, do a ritual in the bathroom, another in the kitchen and we go to work. While we work we tend to do the same things, over and over. On the radio this morning I heard about a doctor who advertises that he has done lasik surgery fifty-seven thousand times. I'm sure he has a ritual for before each surgery, during the surgery and another ritual for after.

Before my Dad died my life was like that. I lived a quiet regular life in Newark. My roommate John worked for an insurance company. I worked for a civil engineering company. We had our rituals for every morning. Three nights a week we ate at a neighborhood Italian restaurant. Friday nights we went to a sports pub, drank four beers with dinner and watched sports on their big screen TV. Saturday we both did laundry, cleaned the apartment and John went out. Rituals.

Once in a while something happened to interrupt the rituals. One of those interruptions was a phone call from Los Angeles telling me my Dad had a heart attack and I needed to get to L.A. as soon as possible. On the flight to L.A. I thought about how long this interruption might last. A week, maybe two was what I thought. 

I arrived in L.A. and my sister took me to see Dad in the hospital. Two hours later he was gone. Mom had passed a few years before Dad. He stayed just long enough that day to give me my inheritance: an apartment building and the five tenants. Five women. By the time the funeral happened I understood that the rituals of my past were gone and they wouldn't ever be back.

The five women, Pat in apartment 2, Helen in 3, Maria in 4, Krystn in 5 and Linda in 6 all had been in love with my Dad. In love with and his lovers. He had prepared them to accept me as his replacement, in their hearts and lives. No one prepared me for the transition. I was in shock and they helped me get past shock, awe and panic.

I went back to Newark to get my stuff. Pat (apartment 2) went with me. She had been a trucker and loved road trips. On the way back to Los Angeles we stopped to say Hi to Krystn's (apartment 5) sister and family. We walked into an on-going problem we didn't know about. They were in the midst of a divorce. We put Inga and her stuff in the truck and drove to Los Angeles as a threesome. I hadn't gotten my head wrapped around being The Man for five women and it had become six!

Chapter Three...

As soon as we unpacked the truck and I went to work at the L.A. office of the company I worked for, the seven of us started establishing patterns of behavior and rituals. Inga (Krystn's sister) had spent her life cooking, cleaning and taking good care of her family. Since they were back in Nebraska and had said they didn't want or need her any more, she turned her skills on us. She took on the cooking, cleaning, laundry and whatever duties around our little enclave by the beach. Pat was the general manager of a small trucking company. Her at-work rituals had been established for years. At home she adapted to having me and another new woman in the family. Helen adapted at home to no longer worrying about what to cook for dinner. Maria adapted by taking Inga under her wing as a new girl-friend, in the sexiest of meanings. Each member of our family adapted and created new rituals.

By the time I had lived in our enclave of joy for three months we had a ritual of who slept with me when. Maria slept with me on Mondays, Inga on Tuesdays, Two on Wednesdays, Krystn on Thursdays, Pat on Fridays and Helen on Saturday. For some Christians Sunday is known as a day of rest. It had never been a night of solitude for me in all the time since Dad died. Rest sometimes, but not alone. Sometimes I went to bed in my apartment (number 1) and just as often I was invited to spend the night in the apartment and bed of whichever lady I was scheduled to be with. Inga always stayed in my apartment when we slept together. She didn't have an apartment. There were only six.

We had created rituals and they became automatic. Something about that process seems to deaden the mind. Every one of us stopped thinking as much about the relationships. We did what was in front of us to do. That is, if we saw it, if it was part of our ritual. If we didn't see it, we probably didn't think about it.

I will be grateful to a guy on the radio for a very long time. As I walked home from work one day I listened to the radio. I thumbed through the stations looking, no, listening for something good. I heard a guy talking. He was asking the host for ideas of something romantic and unusual he could get his wife for her birthday. 

The host mentioned all the things most men think of; roses, jewelry, clothes, a weekend trip somewhere, and the caller said, "Been there, done that" to all of those ideas. The host told the caller to listen and he'd open the topic up for all the listeners to call in. Before I got home I'd heard a dozen great ideas. Most of them called in by women.

"Take her to a day spa for the full treatment! Hair, facial, nails and massage."

"Send her shopping on a Saturday and while she's gone have a crew in to super clean the house."

"Have a surprise party for her at a restaurant, so there's nothing to clean up!"

"Give her some Love Coupons. She can cash them in whenever she wants, for a dinner out, a weekend away, her car detailed, a massage."

As I walked through the doors into our castle I realized I didn't know any of their birthdays! I knew my sister's but no one else's. How could I find out without acknowledging how asleep I had been?

I was met by Inga. We kissed and she talked with me about the happenings of the day and asked what I wanted for dinner. It was Tuesday. Our ritual was that on Tuesdays I picked what we all had for dinner. I asked her what I usually answered.

"You pick enchiladas, Shepard's pie, meatloaf or once in a while, ribs." She said.

"Could we have spaghetti?"

"Sure! A little something different. I'll make a salad to go with it. Do you like garlic bread?"

"I love it!" I kissed her and went into number one. I sat at my desk, Walt's desk, Harvey's old desk and thought. Inside one of the drawers should be their lease agreements. I looked and found them. I made a file in my computer and recorded all the birthdays.

Two was next. Calling her Two had become a rutual. Her name was Linda, just like my sister's name. When they met Linda said to my sister Linda, "Hi, I'm Linda too." It became Two and we all called her Two most of the time. It was the middle of July and her birthday was the middle of September. What to do? I wanted it to be special, personal and to set the right precedent for the other birthdays. An hour later an idea came to me.

On the computer I created a survey and printed six copies. After dinner I intended to give each of them a copy, asking for them back within the week. The survey asked four questions: One, what would you like to be able to do at home that we can't do? Two, Where would you like to go on a vacation? Three, What project would you like support with (emotional support, physical support or financial support)? Four, please describe your ideas for how to celebrate (a birthday, Christmas, Buddha's birthday, Easter, Halloween, etc.).

Not only would it give me ideas for Two's birthday but for lots of events in the future. Inga rang a small bell in the courtyard and we all came for dinner. A giant salad bowl sat in the middle of our table. Inga let us know that spaghetti and garlic bread were coming. We dug into the salad and the conversations began.

I helped carry the big pot of spaghetti to the table. Inga was like a lot of Mom's, she had added the meat sauce to the noodles and mixed. In a restaurant they might pile the sauce on top. Each person gave themselves just as much as they wanted. I noticed Pat and Two didn't take a lot. Were they intending to lose weight? Neither said so.

Pat and Helen volunteered to help clean up. Somehow clean-up hadn't become scheduled. Someone always helped Inga with clean-up but it hadn't gotten formalized enough to be scheduled. Before they began I explained I needed them to fill out a survey. I passed it out and they read it. Even before they had read the page they wanted to talk.

Inga said, "Let's think about it while we get the courtyard cleaned up. Then we can come back to the table and talk, fill out the survey and laugh." No one argued.

It didn't take long and all of us were back at the table. I put a selection of writing tools on the table. Inga brought iced tea and Pat brought coasters and glasses.

Helen read out loud, "One, what would you like to be able to do at home that we can't do?"

Two immediately spoke. "Sun! The courtyard is private but the sun never gets down here. I'd like to get a tan but we have no where." As she spoke she wrote it down.

Helen said, "I'd like to ride an exercise bike, but my apartment's too small. If I put one in the courtyard it'll get rained on."

Maria added, "A rowing machine! I used one at a spa I used to go to, and I liked it a lot."

"Shower with more than one other person." I said. They all looked at me and I saw the image sink in and smiles came to their faces. I wrote it down.

A minute passed and nothing was added. I read, out loud, "Two, Where would you like to go on a vacation?"

Pat was first, "Hawaii, after I lose thirty pounds!" She laughed. Two said, "I want to go, too."

Krystn and Inga said, "Norway!" Inga added, "According to our Mom we're related to almost everyone who lives there."

Helen said, "On a cruise."

Maria said, "San Miguel Ayende, Costa Rica, Jamaica."

I added, "San Francisco, Seattle, Alaska, Banff, New Orleans." Lots of heads nodded.

"Three, What project would you like support with (emotional support, physical support or financial support)?" Krystn read.

Inga opened the discussion. "I want more friends than just us." We nodded.

Pat added, "She's right. We have a big loving family and we seem to isolate us from everyone else."

Helen nodded and said, "There are a couple of people at work I'd like to know better but I haven't done anything to have that happen. They could become good friends for me and maybe for all of us."

Pat said, "I need support in losing thirty pounds. Spaghetti and garlic bread won't do it."

"That was me." I said. "I asked Inga for spaghetti. I won't do it again."

"Ok." Pat said. "Can I get some support for losing weight?"

We all nodded. Maria said, "Tomorrow, when we get home, we can go for a walk, you and me."

Inga spoke up. "I know it's my job, but once in a while I'd be thrilled to get help in the kitchen, the laundry room or with the shopping." I nodded. Doing it all isn't part of being a family. Working together is family.

"I will help in the kitchen every Tuesday." I said. Inga blew me a kiss. "I think we should each help Inga whenever we can. I'm getting lazy because I know she'll take care of me. I want to take care of all of you, including Inga."

Helen wrote a couple things but didn't say anything.

Inga read, "Four, please describe your ideas for how to celebrate (a birthday, Christmas, Buddha's birthday, Easter, Halloween, etc.). When Krystn and I were little we got Christmas presents at midnight Christmas eve. One present from each parent and grand-parent."

Pat said, "From my Dad I got sports equipment or swimsuits. Mom always bought clothes for school. My grandparents gave us books and educational supplies. For birthdays, Christmas, any excuse."

I popped in. "I didn't ask for how it was. I want to know your ideas for how celebrations could be. If you had a birthday party next year, how could it be perfect?"

"God! The perfect celebration? I don't know. I'll need to think about that one." Pat said.

"I never want another birthday!" Helen said. "I turned 41 this year and that's enough!"

Two added, "I read about people in Australia who celebrate events, like graduation, achievements, but not birthdays. We could celebrate promotions, achievements..."

"Like me losing thirty pounds!" Pat said. We all liked her idea. High fives all around.

I asked, "Ok. You lose the thirty pounds. What would be the perfect celebration?"

She thought for a minute, "A camping trip! I used to love riding a bike! I used to love camping! We could ride bikes together somewhere beautiful and camp. I remember sitting around a campfire late at night and being close to everyone there. That's what I'd want."

"I'm in." Two said. 

"Me too." Inga said, "Even though I'll need to buy a bike and get in shape. It'll be good for me."

Helen was writing. We all waited for her to share. She looked up and said, "When I was on my honeymoon we stopped at a hotel in Canada. We didn't stay there. It was way above what we could afford. We did look at a room and for me the perfect way to really celebrate something big would be to spend a weekend at that hotel, staying in that room overlooking Lake Louise."

I'd been to that hotel. I asked, "And have high tea?"

Her face lit up with the memory and she whispered, "And a walk along the shore."

When I went back to apartment One I had all the surveys in my hand. Inga said she would be along in just a few minutes. I sat at the computer and sent the blank survey to my sister and Jack. Then I sent it to John and Nan. In my mind they were family too.

Inga came inside and closed the door. She asked me to get away from the computer and talk with her. I sat in Walt's old chair and she sat in my lap.

"Why the survey?"

"I'm still getting to know all of you. I want to be the best husband any of you could want. It'll help if I know what you'd like."

"Looking at the questions got me thinking. You know I come from a bad background?"

"I met him."

"Krystn didn't tell you?"

"I'd known Krystn a week when I met you. Three of those days I was on the road with Pat. No, Krystn didn't tell me anything."

"Our father was a physical man. He didn't say much. When we messed up he hit. Before I was twelve I'd been in hospital twice from him. He broke my collarbone and three bones in my left hand. I lost count of the times he beat my ass, with a belt, a switch or his hand."

"Damn! I'm so sorry he was like that."

"When I got married I believed Sven was different. Within a year I knew he was just like my father. He beat me every time I disappointed him. Twenty years of beatings. When Krystn told me about Harvey and then about Walt I called her a liar! I didn't believe her."

"And now?"

"And now I have something to confess. I am ashamed to admit this but... I miss the beatings."

"You miss the broken bones? The bruises?"

"Not the broken bones. The bruises, yes. I convinced myself as a child that when I felt the bruises he loved me. He was trying to teach me to be good, because he loved me!"

"Inga, you're thirty-seven years old! Are you telling me you want to be beaten?"

"I think I am. Yesterday I was in the market and a stock boy dropped a bottle of juice on the floor and it broke. The manager rushed to the site and raised his hand. I flooded myself. My juices ran down my legs. I realized I had turned the violence into a way to be told I was loved. Just talking to you about it has me soaking wet. I know it's crazy. There must be something wrong with us."

"Sven beat you, then fucked you hard." It wasn't a question. She nodded.

"You want me to hit you?"

"Spank me. Slap my bare ass and thighs with your hand! Just saying it and I'm close."

"Get off my lap." Saying it as an order bothered me. She didn't hesitate. She stood next to the recliner.

"Take off your pants and panties." Again, there was no hesitation. I got out of the chair and bent her over the back of the couch. Her bare ass and swollen lips were exposed to me. I slapped her ass with my open hand. It was loud and I wondered who else might hear.

She jumped and stayed quiet. "How many slaps do you need, Bitch?" I added the word Bitch without really knowing why.

"Twenty, my husband. I deserve twenty hard slaps."

"Then count them." My hand came down on her ass and she started counting at one. By the time she said six I knew why whips and paddles had been invented. Spanking her hurt!

She spread her legs wider. Slap number seven caught part of her pussy and made a wet sound. She gasped and said "Seven!"

I dropped my pants around my ankles and my erection pointed at her now red butt.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Eight, nine and ten! I stepped close and slid my cock into her. She moaned and then thanked me. I pulled all the way out and slapped her again.

"Eleven!" And, I pushed all the way inside her again. I held still inside her while her ass quivered. It was red and very hot to my touch.

With my cock still buried in her I used both hands to slap both her ass cheeks at once. As my hands landed I pulled out and slammed back in her.

"Twelve! I'm cumming! Oh Nick! I'm cumming!"

I pulled out, slapped her again and shoved back inside as hard as I could. The couch moved a couple inches. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. We were done at thirteen. I was amazed to see that I had cum inside her, without knowing I had cum. I went to my bathroom and came back with a moist wash cloth and some tissue. I did not let her clean up. I caught the drippings from her pussy and used the moist cloth to soothe her fiery cheeks. 

I picked her up and carried her to bed. I put her on the sheets, face down. Gently I spread lotion and aloe vera on her ass. When her breathing slowed I left her and did my nighttime ritual. After a shower, a shave and brushing my teeth I slowly joined her in bed. She was asleep.

The alarm woke us at six. She got up and used the bathroom. I waited and when it was my turn she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I dressed and joined her. I got a great kiss and a smile with my "Good Morning, Husband!"

"You Ok about last night?" I asked.

"Of course! You gave me exactly what I wanted and needed. I know you didn't do it to hurt me. You did it because you want to be the husband I need, even if I'm a little weird."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Let's just say I plan to stand a lot today. When I move I can still feel your cock inside me and your hands on my butt!"

I shook my head, accepting what she said as true for her, but not really understanding the thought process.

I carried food out to the courtyard. When I saw Krystn I stopped. 'Does she want rough behavior too?' I asked myself. I didn't have an answer, yet.

I carried the surveys with me to work. At lunch I read them and read them again. Ideas came jumping at me as I read. My job was to give them what they wanted and needed to have their lives work.

Two wanted a place to sun. She wanted a west coast tan. I closed my eyes and pictured the building. Where? How? The answer: on the roof!

I checked into putting a deck on the building. Our firm worked with two different architects so I spoke with one of them. He said he needed to see the building to answer the questions I had. I called Inga and warned her I would be bringing someone home. As soon as the work day ended I met him at the apartments. Inga met us with iced tea and a kiss for both of us.




Walt's Gift Ch. 03



We looked at the building and he looked at Inga as well. When she sensed we were nearly done she asked, "Would Mr. Bob like to stay for dinner? I made a Chinese Chicken Salad and there is plenty."

If she had said she made fried rat he would have said it was his favorite. He stayed. We sat at the family table and talked until dinner was served. Actually, until we helped Inga and Maria serve dinner. The Chinese Chicken Salad was Maria's idea.

I had warned Bob that the family would quiz him about his life. I asked him not to discuss the changes to the building we had talked about. It was difficult because they asked probing questions, but he did well. At almost ten I walked him out to his car. Each lady had given him a hug and a kiss before he left.

"Nick, until this evening I liked you. Now, I hate you!"

"Why? What did I do?"

"I'm two years older than you. I make more money a year than you do. I live in a sixteen hundred square foot condo six miles from here! Alone! From what I can gather they all love you! One of them will be in your bed tonight!"

"Actually, she wants me in her bed tonight, but I get what you mean."

"How the hell can you afford it? Six apartments, food, utilities, shit! The insurance."

"They each pay rent. I don't afford it, we do. Everyone works. Now, about the deck?"

"Can you afford fifty-five thousand?"

"For a deck?"

"No. We can build the deck and add a cover over the courtyard, sort of like a cover over a sports stadium. Still would let air and light in, but not rain or birds."

"Light?"

"It'll be translucent. Sunlight in, rain and pests out."

"How big a deck?"

Big enough to cover the roof on one side. About twenty by sixty I'd estimate. With a privacy fence so no neighbors could see you up there with naked women."

"Fifty-five now sounds low. How much are your fees?"

"An invitation at least once a year and ten grand. Permits will be another ten."

I shook his hand and said, "Done! Get started. Can I get drawings before the middle of September?"

"A surprise for someone?"

"For more than one someone." He smiled, got in his car and I went back inside. Maria was waiting in the courtyard. Nude.

"Oh, you sent him home."

"I'm sure if you had invited him to stay he would have."

"You think he likes me?"

"What's not to like? You're beautiful, tanned and lovely. You dress perfectly for every occasion."

I took her in my arms and we kissed for a long time. Eventually she led me to her lair. Once the rituals were done we were in her bed and she said, "Ok. What's he going to build?"

"Who said..."

"Inga told us how the two of you climbed around here like he was a building inspector. Spill!"

"Can't do it. I wanted to update this old place but it costs too much. A new roof is thirty thousand alone. Maybe next year."

She bought it. Her attentions turned to what she really wanted. Maria loves oral sex. I spread her legs and found that she had shaved very recently. Like while I was walking Bob to his car.

I positioned myself between her legs and held her legs open with my hands. My gentle breath blew onto her exposed petals. They were wet and she stiffened a little at the first breeze.

My tongue touched her clitoral hood, just hard enough to get her to moan. Then I painted her from anus to clit with the wide brush stroke of my wide, wet tongue. Her back arched and she quivered.

Over and over again I repeated the strokes and she repeated her reactions. I knew Maria well enough to know that this was her preferred way to have sex. Man eating Mexican. Woman eating Mexican. Anyone in the family could have a taste of Maria anytime. I knew she liked having me inside her too, but for her, this was the best.

When I knew she was at the brink and seconds from no return I reached for her nipples and pulled them, hard. Her hand grabbed fists full of sheet and her body went completely stiff for a few seconds. Then she spasmed and would have fallen off the bed if I hadn't held on to her.

Suddenly I released my lip lock on her puss and she dropped to the mattress. I crawled up beside her, covered us both and in seconds we were both asleep. I knew her ritual. She'd invite my morning wood inside for a wild ride.

The alarm woke us at ten minutes to six. She kissed me good morning and said, "You taste like me. I like that taste. It makes me horney!"

"It's Thursday. That makes you horney, too." My morning wood slid inside her. It took a few strokes for me to get all the way inside. In my honor she had stopped using dildos. Fingers and tongues were still quite welcome but mine was the only cock invited inside. No plastic, wood or glass invited. She still had them but they were for use on other women, not on herself.

She likes it hard and fast. She gets me hard and fast. We were dressed and at breakfast before seven. 

Bob outdid himself. Building permits take forever in Los Angeles. Six months is a miracle. We had them in one. I had the drawings on my desk after just a week! A rendering was mounted and ready to hang on the courtyard wall on the tenth of September. It was incredible! The roof was curved so rain would run to the sides and off. On one side of the roof a deck went from the front wall of the building all the way to the back edge by the alley. Bob's estimate was off by almost twenty feet. The deck would be twenty-three feet wide and seventy-nine feet long. The drawing was done in color and showed six ladies on the deck. Each was identifiable. Three were in monokinis. Two's birthday was the sixteenth.

I told Inga not to plan a meal for the sixteenth. I was having Two's birthday catered, no cooking, no clean up. On the tenth I emailed each a private note letting them know to dress up for dinner on the sixteenth and be ready for a birthday surprise. Bob offered me a thousand dollars to be invited. I took his thousand. I knew I'd use it to get patio furniture for the deck.

We brought the rendering home, covered in birthday wrapping paper. We carefully hung it on the wall near the table in the courtyard. We used name cards to mark where each person was to sit. The table was big enough that we could seat twelve without any leaves in it. We left a space at the table nearest the rendering. At six fifteen the caterers arrived. Inga rang the bell at six-thirty. Jack and Linda had been waiting in their car parked across the street. I called their cell and they came in just in time to see Two leave her apartment. Her apartment (#6) was next to the doors into the building. They walked to the table together.

Two was in shock. A pleasant shock but still a shock. I guided her to her chair and helped her sit. I sat to her left, Bob to her right. Bob had put Helen to his right and Pat to her right. Linda sat at the end. Krystn sat to my left, Maria to her left and Jack beside her. I offered a toast.

"Since we became family this is our first opportunity to celebrate a birthday. This is the person who changed the most when Dad died. She changed from being Linda to being Linda Too. Now we all call her Two. It is a term of endearment. To allow all of us to say we love you, we didn't cook and we won't clean up. Enjoy! I love you!"

Bob was included in the conversations, without ever being asked why he was there. No questions were asked about the gift wrapped painting hanging nearby. Two often had Inga make oriental dishes or Mexican dishes for her night, so Inga and I had agreed on a Mexican-Thai Restaurant to cater her dinner. They served a delicious blend of south of the border and Thai foods. It was incredible! When we were stuffed Pat got up and went to her apartment. She came back with a wrapped gift. Maria went to her apartment, as did Helen and Krystn. Jack had carried a present when they came in.

My sister couldn't resist wanting control any longer. "Perhaps Two can open presents by opening them in alphabetical order by the name of the giver."

"And perhaps we could have her do it in numerical order by social security number. Helen said." We all laughed, even Linda.

Two said, "I'd like the green one first." It was from Linda and Jack. Jack delivered and Linda beamed. She opened the package and found four tickets to the play "Wicked." She squealed in delight.

She picked presents by color until the only one left was hanging on the wall. She leaned to me and whispered, "I'm so excited to see this one, I may wet my pants."

I kissed her and said, "I'll get a towel if you want."

"No! How do I open it?"

Bob answered her. "Stand in front of it. Get a hold up near the top of the paper and pull down."

We all clapped and watched her walk to the painting. Bob and I went with her and held the sides. We would not let it fall. She ripped! It was silent in the courtyard for long seconds and then she screamed, "A deck! You're building me a deck!" 

She jumped into my arms and kissed me. Helen and Maria came a little closer and said, "It's a roof over the courtyard, too! We can have exercise bikes out here!" They mobbed Bob with hugs and kisses.

Inga came to me and said, "That's what the two of you were up to. Nice move."

We had Bob explain the drawings and the time plan for getting the work done. It was late when the party ended. Two walked Linda and Jack to their car. Helen walked Bob to his. Three minutes later she came back and took Bob into apartment three. The courtyard was clean, the caterers gone and all was right in the world.

I went into my apartment and heard the shower running. I stripped down and headed in to join her. It was Krystn. We kissed under the spray and shared the joy and intimacy of getting each other clean. I was reaching for the knobs to shut off the water when the door opened and Inga came in. She was nude. She was smiling. She joined us under the spray. We kissed.

She kissed Krystn. We traded kisses under the spray as our hands got Inga clean. When the cleaning was done Krystn wrapped her arms around her sister and kissed her long and deeply. As the kiss was ending her right hand raised and came down hard on Inga's ass. Inga didn't break the kiss.

I counted ten loud slaps on Inga's ass. When number ten landed Inga moaned. Krystn held her hand right where the slap had landed. I wrenched them apart and kissed Inga. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and bit down. She moaned and did not pull back at all.

Krystn's hand went around me and found Inga's nipples. She pulled and Inga moaned louder. I broke our kiss and asked, "Did someone tell you to make noise?"

"No, Sir." She whispered.

I turned to Krystn and asked, "Would you please shut off the water?"

"I don't want to." She said. My hand grabbed her breast and squeezed. She winced and shut off the water. I stepped out. "Dry me."

They did. I dried off their fronts, leaving their backs and asses wet. I took them to the couch and spread a towel over the back and on the floor. "Bend."

They did. Two look-alike asses and bare, wet pussies presented before me. I slapped one, then the other, both women said "One." At four I asked them to spread wider. No hesitation. I stood beside Inga and slapped her pussy three times. I moved to be beside Krystn and gave her three just like the ones Inga had received. I alternated between slaps to their ass and slaps to their wet pussies.

After twelve I said, "Reach to your sister. Get hold of her nipple. When I slap her pull!" I slapped Inga. Then I slapped Krystn. Again!

I rubbed their pussies after sixteen. As I rubbed I said, "Cum when we reach twenty. If you cum, I'll cum inside you." I was actually afraid I would cum without getting inside either of them.

The last hits were right on their spread pussies. If they hadn't been folded over the couch they would have collapsed. When their breathing slowed a little I noticed they still held each other's nipple. I pushed inside Krystn. She made no sound with her mouth, just the wet sounds of my cock displacing her own nectar. Ten fast deep strokes and she was quivering again. I pulled out and slammed into Inga. I didn't count strokes. I'm not even sure I was breathing. I was a blur until I exploded inside her.

As I wilted I said, "Thank you, both. Please clean me."

They cleaned me and each other. They got me into the shower and rinsed sex of all three of us. They dried me and got me in bed. The alarm was rude and sounded way too soon. Inga got up first. She was supposed to be making breakfast.

Was this a new ritual?

Construction Begins

The Monday morning after Two's birthday, the contractor and his crew showed up. Inga knew they were coming. She was dressed in jeans and a large t-shirt when she let them in. They let her know what they needed and what they would be doing each day. She locked all the apartments except number One, leaving it open so the guys had access to a bathroom. She went to a store and got supplies to help her keep the dust and grime out of our apartments.

At noon she made sure "The Boys" had iced tea, water, and a place to wash up for lunch. By four in the afternoon "The Boys" had stopped work for the day and cleaned up the courtyard.

We created a new ritual. Every evening when the family came home we would inspect the progress on the project. For the first week it was all destruction and no construction. We noticed Inga getting stressed while attempting to keep the place clean. I recommended she ease up and we help. 

Helen sealed up her apartment and moved in with Pat. Maria sealed her apartment and moved in with Two. Krystn and Inga closed up their apartment and moved in with me. That closed up three of the six apartments, cutting the cleaning by half.

That seemed to work great for almost a week.

My kitchen became the place where breakfast and dinners were prepared. Things seemed Ok until one evening when Two asked Inga if breakfast the next day could be made in her apartment. Inga thought for a second and answered, "It could be. And, if I slept in your bed it would be even easier."

Two said, "Then you and Krystn can have number six tonight and Maria and I will bunk with Nick." Inga and Krystn nodded and the move was done. Four days later Pat asked if breakfast could be made in her kitchen. The swap was made again. Another new ritual. Every four days until the end of construction they changed apartments.

Linda and Jack came by on a Sunday to check on the progress. They stayed for dinner. After dinner Jack noticed Inga going into Pat's apartment with some dishes. He picked up other plates and followed her. He found out about the rotation of sleeping and came looking for me.

"Was it your idea to have the women switch apartments every four days?" He asked. I was sitting in the courtyard on a plastic chair. He sat in another one.

"Nope. Their idea, their schedule. I'm just the happy recipient." I smiled at him.

"Next weekend we could have four of you come and stay with us. Would that help?"

"I don't know about helping, but I'm sure they would enjoy hanging with the two of you. Ask. I'm sure there will be four willing guests at your house." Inga came out and brought two glasses and a pitcher of iced tea. We thanked her and both kissed her. When we first started thanking with a kiss Jack hesitated. This time he had made it a ritual and so his kissing Inga was a real kiss, not a peck.

"I'd invite all of you, but we just don't have room." Jack said. Inga stopped and asked, "Invite us where?"

"Invite you to spend the weekend at our house. You could get away from the construction zone for a couple days. We have a pool. The back yard is private so you could sun bathe if you wanted to."

She smiled and said, "Does Linda know you want to see our tits?"

"I'm sure the thought has crossed her mind." Jack was smiling broadly.

"Well, I, for one accept your invitation. A two day vacation sounds wonderful." She turned and went into number six.

Jack turned to me and asked, "I know you didn't start this but how can you keep six women happy? I have trouble keeping Linda happy."

"When I moved here I had no idea how to do this. I was married once, you remember. Dad and Harvey found a way for this to work. Ever since I came here I've been looking at how and why it works. I still don't know, but I have a few ideas."

He leaned forward and begged, "So, share."

"In your marriage who's job is it to take care of you?"

"Linda's and mine."

"And who takes care of Linda?"

"Me and Linda."

"Your focus is narrow. You want to have dinner. Whom will you eat with? Linda. You want exercise. Who exercises with you? Linda. This evening Inga made dinner with Pat helping. Two, Helen and I cleaned up. Last evening Two wanted to spend time in the hot tub. Maria and Krystn joined her."

"None of you are the sole provider of everything for everyone. You share everything." He sat back a little, thinking.

"I think that lowers the stress for all of us."

"Wait! You're the only man living here. What about sex?"

"Every woman in the family loves every woman in the family. They aren't lesbians. All of them enjoy being with me and enjoy being with each other. We take care of each other."

"When I so much as look, Linda gets crazy!"

"She acts in correlation to what she believes. I'd bet it was a lot worse before Dad died. Now she keeps seeing that I love Pat and it doesn't get in the way of my loving Helen, or Krystn, or Two, or Maria."

"At first she thought there was something seriously wrong with all of you."

"And, society agreed with her. It's been months. Her thinking has tempered some, I think. When you guys come over, Linda hangs with the ladies. Ladies talk. She knows they eat pussy and they love me. It's not a conflict. Ask her on your way home tonight about how she would feel to be invited to be loved by all of us."

"As if..."

"As if what? It's an invitation. You call yourself my brother. How about being a co-husband?"

"Jesus! Are you serious?"

"I can't offer it to you. I'm not the master. The ladies don't follow orders. I'd like to bring it up at dinner and see what they think. You bring it up at your house and who knows? Stranger things have happened."

Jack got up and paced the length of the courtyard. When he got back he said, "I'll ask."

It was late enough I picked up the pitcher and glasses and headed for number six. Jack followed. He knew Linda was inside.

When we stepped inside Linda, Two, Maria, Pat and Inga were sitting in circle in the living room. Jack asked, "Where are Krystn and Helen?"

"In the bedroom eating each other." Linda said.

Jack stopped. His mouth fell open. No words or sounds came out. Linda giggled.

"He looks shocked!" Two said.

Jack nodded. Linda spoke again. "You knew they did it. Please, sit down, both of you. We need to talk."

Maria and Pat were on the couch and they scooted over to make room for one of us. Jack sat between them. I sat on the floor between Inga and Two. We both looked at Linda.

"When Krystn invited Helen into the bedroom they invited me to go, too." I turned them down. I said I needed to talk to you first."

"What?" Jack asked.

"When we got married we agreed we wouldn't have sex with anyone except you and me. Before I can go in there I need a new agreement with you. If I go in there is it then Ok for you to have sex with anyone?"

"You sure you want to discuss this here and now?" Jack looked very uncomfortable.

"Here, now and with all these people. Each of them is a part of the decision. If we agree that Inga can eat my... that Inga can eat me, does that open it up for Maria, Two, Helen, Pat and everyone else?"

"I guess it would." Jack said.

"So the first question is, Is it Ok between us that...'

I jumped in, "Are we making a new agreement, among us all, that this is a sexual relationship? That sexual contact of any mutually agreed upon type is permitted?"




Walt's Gift Ch. 03



Two asked, "If we all say yes, that means every one of us can have Jack as a lover?"

"And every one of us can have Linda as a lover too." Maria said.

Linda started to open her mouth. I spoke first. "It also means you and I need to face the taboo of incest. You are my sister."

"Could you have sex with me?" Linda asked.

"Right here! In front of the whole family. I love you. Have for years. Showing you physically would be great! It would be fun, too."

Linda said, "In answer to your question, Yes, I want a new agreement, among us all, that this is a sexual relationship."

Each person in the room said it. When we had all said it I said, "There are two who haven't spoken. We need to hear from them, too."

Pat called out, "Krystn and Helen get in here right now! Hurry!"

The bedroom door opened and they rushed into the room. When they saw Linda and Jack they stopped. They didn't cover up, they just stopped. Linda explained the conversation and the vote, so far. Helen listened and then spoke, "I am in favor of expanding the family to include Jack and Linda. I declare this is a sexual relationship! Welcome to the family!"

Krystn said, "Come into the bedroom, my pretty! I've wanted a taste of you for months."

I asked, "Are you agreeing that they are part of the family?"

"Yes! Yes!" She grabbed Linda by the hand and helped her toward the bedroom.

Inga stood up and moved to Jack. She helped him stand and said, "I'd like about two hours with my new husband in number one. Jack, would you like two hours with me in apartment number one?"

His grin was wide and willing. They left the rest of us. It was already ten o'clock so I was very glad I didn't need to go to work the next day. Pat said, "I don't want to sit here listening to Linda scream in pleasure. Let's go get some ice cream!"

Five minutes later we were in our mini-van headed for an all night place where we could get ice cream. As she drove Pat asked, "How did this conversation get started?"

"Jack and I were talking about him inviting four of you to their house for next weekend. It morphed into Jack being ready to ask Linda about them being full members of the family. We came inside and Linda was two steps ahead of us."

"We know." Pat grinned. "We could hear you and Jack talking. Sound travels right into Two's apartment when the door is open. We were ready for you when you walked into our trap!"

"I don't feel trapped and I'll bet Jack doesn't either."

"Linda has been resisting the urge for the last three times they've been with us." Maria said. 

"This will change everything." I said. I had no idea how right I was.



Walt's Gift Ch. 04



My hands held her hips. I felt Linda's hand slip past mine and go to Maria's butt. I felt her brushing against my face as she touched Maria's ass. Maria was getting close to her first orgasm of the morning.

Linda slid a finger in beside my mouth and gathered some of Maria's nectar. Then she slid that wet finger against Maria's pucker and pushed. I shifted a little and sucked Maria's clit. She screamed and flooded me. I was ready and drank deeply as I kept tonguing her clit.

Linda's finger slid back out and then she pushed two back into Maria. She tensed again and as Linda twisted the fingers she came again! "Oh! I keep cumming! Fuck me Bitch! Fuck me!"

We slowed the action and slowly came to rest. I moved over and helped Maria to be beside me, between me and Linda.

When she was calm Linda asked, "Did you call me Butch?"

Maria opened her eyes and asked, "Do you think I'd like that?"

"I think you would. I think Pat would. You have until Wednesday morning to make it happen." I said.

"Wouldn't that be cheating?"

"It can't be cheating as long as Pat is involved. Butch, Beverly is her friend. They are having sex. That means, biologically, she has had sex with all of us. So, the issue isn't biological. It's relational. Invite Pat and Maria to your place for the night."

"I hadn't thought it through. This could be an adventure!"

"When I go to the market I'll get some bandages, Neosporin and something for bruises." Linda said.

"You think she's rough?"

"Her name is Butch!" Linda said.

"Oh, yeah." We got up, did our morning rituals and went out to breakfast. When we got back Inga met us and asked, "Did you get the recipe for pumpkin pancakes?"

I said no. I thought about how predictable I was that the wife who didn't go knew what I ordered. Was that another ritual?

Inga and Maria went off to plan dinner. Two went to her apartment. I headed for mine. Helen was inside. The bed was made with fresh sheets. The windows were open and a fan was on. The candles were put away. The bathroom was clean.

I took Helen in my arms and we shared a kiss or six. After I came up for air I asked, "Did you do the clean up here?" She nodded. 

"You didn't need to do that."

"You taught me that doing things I don't need to do is more enjoyable than most of the things I need to do."

"What can I do for or with you that I don't need to do?"

"I came in to do a good deed. As I did it I smelled the smells of the three of you from last night and this morning. You each have your own brand. All three were here in the room. When I cleaned up Maria's dildo I could picture her wearing it. In her room she has a blue one and a red one. I realized, I want to spend some one-on-one time with you. But, not here. I want to be outdoors, naked and warm."

"Can you take Monday off?"

"Sure. Why?"

"The naked is easy. Outside is easy. Warm is another matter. It's February. Go pack your womanly supplies, a couple towels, sunglasses, a dress to wear to dinner and a hat. I need to make a couple calls."

"You're serious?"

"Kiss me once more, then do as I ask, please." The kiss was wonderful!

On the computer I got the phone number of a naturist resort in Palm Springs. I reserved a room and we were ready to go. I carried clothes for the drive home and my dop kit. Helen met me in the courtyard with clothes for the drive home and a bigger bag of her supplies. A few days before that day Inga had me mount a white board on the wall by the table. I wrote a note for the family letting them know we would be gone until Monday afternoon and that I had my cell and it was on.

It took an hour to reach Pomona. We noticed the traffic was easy going both ways. By the time we turned out into the desert the traffic was even lighter. It was almost eighty degrees. Helen pulled off her shirt and bra. I hit the buttons and lowered the windows. Helen turned up the radio and we sang along to some of the music. 

As we got close to Palm Springs Helen redressed and we stopped to buy groceries. Bottles of water, diet Coke, snacks and stuff for breakfast.

I pulled into the parking for the resort and Helen said, "I've been here before."

"Not with me."

"Close. Walt brought me here. I wonder if his friend is here."

"His friend?"

"Walt had a friend who I met here. A few years older than Walt. Ex-SEAL. His wife has a tattoo. I liked them both."

We walked to the office and got our key. The older woman behind the desk obviously had worked there a while. She had a name tag tattooed on her breast, her rather large breast. The name was Tina inside a rectangle of vines and flowers. She asked, "Can I ask a question?" We nodded.

"When you made the reservation something rang a bell for me. When I checked we've rented to someone from the same address and same last name."

"He was my Dad. He passed away about a year ago."

We saw a tear form in her eye. "Walt's gone?" We nodded again. "I'm so sorry."

"We are, too."

"What about his wife? I forgot her name but she was very nice too."

Helen smiled and said, "I was here once with him. One of his other wives came here as well."

Her eyebrow lifted for just a second, then returned to normal.

"Welcome! Since you've been here you may not want the tour. If you do, I'd be happy to give it to you."

"Can we get settled and come back?" I asked. "I'd like the tour."

"Sure! Come back before it gets very dark though, Ok?"

Our room was on the third floor with a balcony. We stashed our things, stripped and went back to the office. I wore a waist pack so I had a place for our cell phone and some money. Helen wore a smile.

Tina showed us the grounds and talked to us about the rules. Mostly they were common sense. She mentioned three times that the rules at Hedo were different. At Hedo people were free to engage in sexual activities almost everywhere. At this resort the laws of California made any public sexual activities illegal. We got the message.

Near the end of the tour Helen said, "That's him!" She didn't point but I knew who she meant. He was easily seventy and maybe more, in great physical condition. A scar on his right thigh was about ten inches long. He was faced away from me and I saw five round scars on his back where he had been shot. He was standing with his arm around the shoulders of a woman. Her skin was the color of caramel and her hair was the same color. 

Helen whispered, "Wait till you see her tattoo!"

We got closer and Tina said, "Gordon, we have some new folks you should meet."

They turned and I saw them from the front. Two of the scars I'd seen on his back were also on his front. His smile was wide and genuine. He stuck a hand out to both of us and then stopped. He looked hard at Helen and said, "Where's Walt?"

"Walt died last year. I didn't have your contact information or I would have called. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I liked Walt, liked him a lot. And who is this young fella?"

"This is Nick, Walt's son and my husband."

Suddenly I was in a bear hug. His strength was controlled and evident. I knew he could end my life without breaking a sweat. There was no threat.

He introduced us to his wife, Carol. It was then that I noticed the tattoo. On the skin very close to her mons a round tat of a seal about two inches in diameter.  It instantly made sense to me. Gordon was a Navy SEAL. Sometimes SEALS are deployed for months at a time. They leave behind beautiful women, wives, girlfriends, groupies. If a woman has the "SEAL of Approval" on her, especially there, any man with even half a brain would not trespass. 

When I looked up at Gordon he smiled and said, "It was her idea. Saved her getting hit on too seriously while I was away."

We sat together and talked for a while. Helen was happy. She was warm, naked and outside. We had iced tea delivered and Tina stayed with us for a while. Half an hour or so after we sat down Gordon asked, "How much do you know about Walt?"

"He's been my Dad my whole life. We had a farm, moved to the big city and eventually he retired."

"Did you know about what he did in the military?"

"He was never in the military."

"That's what I thought." He turned to Carol and whispered. She left us and in less than a minute was back with a photo album. He opened it and quickly found a picture of ten guys standing by a zodiac-type boat. He pointed to the second guy from the left. "That's Walt. He was twenty." He pointed at the last guy. "That's me. I was twenty-six, an old man."

The man in the picture looked like Dad, but so young I didn't trust it to actually be him. Gordon flipped the page and showed me the list of the men in the photograph. Dad's name was second. "PO3, Walter J. Peterson"

"I never knew."

"Three Silver Stars, a Bronze and a purple heart, as I recall. Saved my life twice. Your Dad was a hero, even by SEAL standards."

I was in shock. All my life Dad was the mild mannered man, so mild I didn't even think of him as Clark Kent, and I was wrong. Superman was in there the whole time.

Carol, Gordon and Helen talked. I sat there waiting for the bomb to go off. When I was old enough to think about going into the service he talked to me and said I should wait and go in as an officer. "Graduate from college first." Somehow I never went in.

Gordon shook me out of my remembrances and said, "We want to go out for dinner. Would you go with us?"

I looked at Helen and she said, "Please, Honey."

"We'd be happy to join you."

We met back at the parking lot entrance and Gordon said, "Let's take my car."

It was a dark blue Cadillac. As we got close I noticed a special plate. It said, "Congressional Medal of Honor 1965".

I may not have been very good company that evening. I was reeling from finding out more about who my Dad was. Carol and Gordon understood. When we got back to our room Helen really wanted to talk.

"What happened? Gordon tried to explain it to me, but I still don't understand."

We undressed and got into bed. She held me and I held on to her. When I could, I tried to explain.

"You knew Walt. Mildest man I ever knew. He was strong and on purpose his whole life, but I never saw John Wayne, Audie Murphy or Stallone when I looked at him. I didn't even see Clark Kent. When Gordon showed me his picture it was the second time in my life my Dad shook me to my core. I knew him all my life and I never knew him!"

"Oh. You never slept with him. Walt carried scars from those days, a lot like the ones Gordon has. I asked about them, years ago. Three bullets, a knife and a piece of shrapnel. When we met Gordon here I was ready for them to be friends. My surprise was that they already were friends."

"How could I go my whole life, fifty-three years, and not know?"

"Ask Gordon in the morning. He can tell you." She turned and shut off the light. I listened to her breathe long after the sound told me she was asleep. I also thought about Dad.

An alarm didn't wake us. Dawn didn't wake us. Knuckles on our door woke us. Knuckles followed by a voice. Gordon's voice. "Ten minutes till breakfast is over! Get up!"

We made it. We sat outside and French Toast, eggs and hash browns were served with hot Navy coffee and juice. I asked my question.

Gordon put some egg in his mouth and chewed, slowly. When he swallowed he said, "Son, I can only tell you what I heard him say, more than once. Gordon, if I told my young son what we did, he'd make us heroes in the wrong way. He'd want to rush off and be a hero, like us. I want him to be a man, not a hero. I want him to have our values, our loyalty, but not our scars."

It sounded like Dad. I relaxed. I understood. The rest of our day was fun and had a healthy does of laughter in it. We slathered lots of sun screen on each other right out in front of God and everybody. 

In the afternoon we opened the sliding door onto our balcony, spread a towel over the railing, a chaise pad and Helen on the floor of the balcony. She had whispered to me that she wanted us to join outside, in the sunshine and to be able to look up at the sky. She got her wish.

We heard clapping when Helen came. The clapping came from the people on the lawn three floors below us. Helen stood up and waved. She blushed, too.

As we got ready to leave Carol came to our room and gave us their card. "Please stay in touch. Gordon really loved your Dad and that transfers directly to you, both." She hugged us warmly and walked us to our car. We were quiet for a few miles, then Helen said, "Walt asked me not to talk about Gordon to the rest of the family. They all saw his scars, except Inga. They don't know the whole story."

"Since that was his wish, I will honor it. I want us, all of us, to be friends with Gordon and Carol. Then it's his choice to share, or not."

She put my hand on her thigh, leaned to me and kissed my cheek. "I love you, Nick."

"I love you, too."

The family was waiting for us. They had food, snacks, on the table with iced tea. It wasn't a celebration. We took the two chairs open to us and sat down.

Pat started. "We have a dilemma. Beverly wants to quit long-haul trucking and settle down." I had seen this coming and had wondered how soon and how it would play out.

"She likes all of us. She wants me to ask if she can join our family."

I asked, "Where is she?"

Inga answered, "Hiding in Pat's."

I looked at Pat and said, "Why is she hiding?"

"She's afraid of you. She looks at all of us and sees a family. All of us sleep with each other. She can see herself with everyone... except..."

"Me." So, she's afraid I'm going to be the vote that says "No."

Pat nodded. She didn't break eye contact with me.

"This is a family decision. I want to hear from everyone, pro and con. Pat, she's your friend, can you speak first?"

"I love her. When I was on the road, she was a sister I could and did, count on. I have no problem knowing she would have sex with any and all of you. I can help her get a good job. She can and will pay her own way"

Sitting next to Pat was Inga. She spoke. "I like her. She has just been here a few days, but she helps out. She's strong and not afraid of work. I would vote yes."

Maria spoke up. "Everyone here knows I have a thing for her. All by itself that prompts me to vote yes, but my head says, not so fast. Where will she live? Pat's apartment is small. Too small for two people. We decided when we got the other building it was mostly community space, not extra bedrooms except for Jack and Linda. Didn't we?"

Helen spoke, "We need the community space! We have all said we want our friends to visit. If they like what we're doing they all will want in. We'll end up in the Marina Towers! We already have a huge family. I've never known a family of nine adults like us. I say, Beverly is welcome here as a guest, but not as a resident. A cousin, even a kissing cousin, not a sister. I like her and that's the logistical truth for me."

Heads turned to Krystn. She was looking at the table. Without looking up she said, "You all were so good to my sister when she came to us. How can I say no to someone else? Helen is right, logistically it could be a disaster. Do we decide with our heads or our hearts?"

Two said, "I want to talk to her. Honestly. No games, no agenda other than finding out where she is."

Pat stood and whistled. The door to her apartment opened and Beverly came out. Pat got her a chair. They sat side by side. Pat took and held Beverly's hand.

Two asked, "I need some answers. Honest answers. Please don't tell us what you think we want to hear. Ok?"

"Ok. Honestly? I'm scared. Ask anything."

She didn't fold her arms or cross her legs. Her posture was good, strong and not aggressive or defensive.

Helen asked, "Where would you live?"

Beverly answered, "There's an empty apartment next door. I thought perhaps I could live in it and take care of that building like Inga does this one. I don't do much cooking but I clean up well and can help her in the kitchen."

Maria asked, "You know that all of us feel like we're married to Nick, just as we were to Walt?"

Beverly hesitated and said, "Honestly? I've only had a dick in me once. I was seventeen and we were both drunk. I have always preferred women. I'm not sure I could lay down for Nick." She hesitated again and added, "I like him, as a man. I see why you all love him. I don't."

Krystn asked, "Could you let him fuck you once a month?"

"I don't know. Maybe we should go inside and find out?"

My head shook. "Not my style. Once when I was in high school I dated Joi Enna for a couple months. We were seniors. One night she said, "I'll let you inside me, if you want to." It didn't sound right so I asked questions. She was willing to give me that because she knew another girl was going to offer herself to me. She didn't want me as a sex partner! She wanted me as a boy-friend and she thought that was the price. I didn't do it with her. I have never accepted a mercy fuck, a drunk fuck, or a pay-back fuck. I can love Beverly for the rest of her life and never have my dick inside her. Sex with me is not the question."

"What is the question, then?" Beverly asked.

"I think we need to decide how big a living together family we can have. Once we decide that we can discuss the criteria for who joins us. I think Jack and Linda will join us soon. We've agreed to that. How many people can we open the door to? Will Bob be next?"

"Oh." Pat said. "I didn't look that far down the road."

Maria added, "I think we should table the discussion for a few days, then meet and talk again. Beverly, did you expect an answer tonight?"

She nodded. A tear slid down a cheek.

Pat put an arm around her and said, "I told you they were great. They will consider everything and so will we. I have your cell number. Take the run tomorrow and when you head west again we'll have an answer."

I spoke: "Beverly, please understand, the delay is much more about logistics than anything else. If we already owned the Marina Towers there would be no question. You'd be in. Give us a few days. We're smart people, we'll find a solution."

The meeting ended. Everyone hugged everyone, except Beverly and me. It wasn't awkward. Helen kissed me extra for our little adventure and Inga joined me in my apartment for the night.

She wanted all the details of my adventure with Helen. Inga had been to our home and on a short weekend trip to San Diego and the mountains. I sensed she was getting a little stir crazy. I made a plan to spend some time with her on a road trip. Maybe up the coast or maybe even a boat trip to Catalina.

"Sweetheart, would you like to get away for a weekend?"

"Get away, where?"

"Maybe a drive up the coast, a trip up to Lake Arrowhead or out in the desert."

"Isn't it really hot in the desert?"

"Not this time of year. Helen and I were just there and it got all the way up to eighty-two with lots of sunshine, good restaurants and a pool."

"I'd like that. Lay out in the sun and get warm, thinking about Nebraska buried in snow! I'll need a swim suit! I don't own one."

"Helen didn't take one. Neither did I. There's a naturist resort out there."

"You mean a resort where people go naked?"

"Yes. You sun on our deck bare, why not there?"

"People can see me there."

"Do they know you? Will they call and tell your Momma?"

"No. And Momma's gone."

"Going there makes it easy to pack. A nice dress to wear when we go out for dinner, a pair of sandals, some sun screen and you're good to go!"

It had been sixty-two degrees or less for a month. Eighty-two sounded like heaven to Inga. After a minute to process she said, "When?"

"We could put a sign on the white board that everyone is on their own for the weekend and we could leave after I get off on Friday."

"Just you and me?"

"Is that what you want?"




Walt's Gift Ch. 04



"I'd like Linda to go with us."

"Linda Too or Linda, my sister?"

"Linda, your sister. Leave Jack here. I'm sure the girls can find something for him to do."

"You mean like doing them?"

"And them doing him."

"Ok. In the morning call Linda and invite her. Tell her where we're going. Then go to the store and get the giant pump bottle of sun screen. Ok?"

It was hard for Inga to sleep. She woke me three times to ask questions about the resort, about being naked in front of strangers and if the rooms had kitchens. I was glad it was already Wednesday. She could have driven me nuts if she had to wait a week.

At eleven Thursday morning my phone rang. I answered in my best business voice and Linda said, "I'm impressed! You sound all professional. Now, your wife called me this morning."

"Which one?"

"Inga! She invited me to go with you to the desert this weekend. I want to hear it from you."

"Inga and I are driving to Palm Springs on Friday. We'll stay Friday and Saturday nights and drive back Sunday. We will be staying at a Naturist resort. They have pools, hot tubs, tennis courts, a putting green, a club house and snack bar. They also have eighty degree weather, sunshine and clear skies. Any other questions?"

"Yes! She said I didn't need to bring a bathing suit. Are the people at this resort nudists?"

"Yes. Did she tell you we supply all the sunscreen you'll want?"

"Yes, she did. I have one more question: Why me?"

"Because Inga wants to spend some quality time getting to know you, for one reason. Inviting you was her idea. I like her idea."

"Is this a ploy to get me naked and then screw me?"

"No. I have never forced a woman to have sex with me, ever, unless she wanted me to. I won't start with you. If we get there and you feel inclined you can share the fun with Inga, with me or with both of us. If you don't feel inclined, then don't. No pressure."

"What about Jack?"

"He's not invited."

"I'm supposed to go off with you to a naked resort and leave him home alone?"

"No. He can stay in my apartment. Helen, Maria, Krystn, Pat and Two will be there. He can do some work on your new apartment if he wants."

"Oh. I hadn't thought of that."

"If you want I'll call him and invite him or maybe I'll ask Krystn to invite him."

"I'm sure he'll say yes if she invites him."

"Then, you accept?"

"What time shall I be at the apartment?"

"I can get off at noon. Can you be at the apartments by one?"

"I'll ask for the whole day. What about food?"

"Call Inga back and talk to her. She is the mistress of the kitchen."

"Ok, I'm in."

When I hung up the phone Bob was standing six feet away. "Man, you are something!"

"What?"

"You're going to the desert with two of your women?"

I nodded. "Don't you take women to the desert?"

"Not two at a time!"

"When was the last time you took a woman to the desert in February?"

"Ahhh... A long time ago."

"Then invite someone. Go!"

"Where?"

"Look on the internet. Look for Naturist or nudist resorts. Call them, find out what they have, what it'll cost you and then invite someone to go with you."

"Invite someone to go with you. You say it like it's the most natural thing in the world, inviting a woman to go to a nudist resort." He hesitated a second, "Who?"

As I was thinking of a who, Janice Walker from the firm next door walked by. Bob never missed a chance to look her over or talk to her.

"Janice Walker. She's been waiting six months for you to ask her out."

"I can't ask her!"

"I'll sweeten the deal. You make the date. You get the info and make the reservation and I'll pay for your room."

He went to his computer and an hour later he was still hunched over his screen. Another hour and I saw him out on the patio, beside our building, talking to Janice Walker. At a quarter to four he came to my office and said, "Here's my reservation. She said yes!"

I shook his hand and told him to call Inga or Helen and they would coach him on what to pack and what to have her pack. He called.

At home, Inga bubbled all over me. She talked so fast I thought she was speaking Norwegian. I got her to slow down and she told me all about Bob and his date. She also told me all about what the girls had planned for Jack and the three phone calls she had with Linda. We had a huge salad for dinner. Pat announced she was down four pounds. I sensed they had talked about the weekend and had plans they were not discussing with me.

Krystn led me to my apartment at about nine. She was already nude. She had been riding the exercise bike for an hour. A towel draped over the seat and athletic shoes were all she had on. On the bike beside her Pat was in sweat pants and sweat shirt and they were dark with her sweat. I showered us both and gave Krystn a massage afterwards. Part of the massage entailed her sucking my member and me eating her until she came.

The door to my bedroom opened and Pat came in. "Can I interrupt?" It was a silly question to ask. Krystn had just cum. I was between her legs as deep inside her as I could fit and Pat asks, "Can I interrupt?"

Krystn answered, "He did me proud, Sister. He's yours!" She looked at me and said, "Pat needs her husband to fuck her good. I'll shower again and come back."

She rolled out from under me, popping my cock out as she left. Pat slid onto the bed and opened herself to me. "I know I was here last Friday, but I need this!"

Her feet hooked around my hips and pulled me inside her. I bent to her face and we kissed. In that kiss I got the whole message of how much she needed a good physical demonstration of her being loved and accepted. I gave as good as I was able. She's not as flexible as some of my wives but she is determined to give it her all. When Krystn came out of the bathroom she joined us on the bed. Her mouth took Pat's breast and Pat almost screamed, her feelings were so intense. Krystn held the other breast and her free hand worked between us and stroked Pat's clit while I pounded into her.

I came so hard it hurt. I kept stroking until Pat's back arched and she screamed. In the scream Krystn moved up and kissed her mouth. Pat looked like she was eating Krystn's face. Her hands assaulted Krystn's breasts, pulling them, twisting them.

Suddenly she collapsed. Krystn and I lay beside her and waited for her return. I put a small towel between her legs, covered the three of us and went to sleep. She slept soundly and well. In the morning we awoke early and snuggled. Lots of tender touches and kisses were also mixed in and enjoyed.

Walking to work that morning I thought again about the bigger shower. I realized I wanted two. One inside my apartment and one outside. The one outside needed plumbing on the outside wall, a waterproof wall and a drain where the water could go. When I talked with Bob about it he gave me a ball-park estimate and a time frame for completion. That discussion took half an hour. Talking to me about his weekend took until eleven. At noon we were both walking out. He gave me a ride home and waved to Linda as he drove away.

Linda was walking from her car to the front doors. She waved at Bob and waited for me. We went inside together. "Jack will be here as soon as he's off work. All packed?"

Inga was standing just inside the courtyard, dressed with two small soft suitcases at her feet. In her hand she carried a small ice chest. She would never let anyone she loved starve. We loaded into the mini-van and were gone. Inga filled us in on the rest of the family. Pat and Maria would be making dinner. Helen and Jack would be doing clean-up after dinner. Two was at the beauty salon getting her hair done. Krystn was up on the roof sunning. Helen was in her office, working.

Linda asked questions about the resort we were going to. Had we been there before? How many people would be there?  Children? Where would we go for dinner?

I answered her questions as best I could. When we got near Riverside I had her use my cell phone and call the speed dial number nine, Gordon.

"Either Gordon or his wife Carol will answer. Let them know the three of us will be in room 322 in less than two hours. Invite them for dinner, our treat."

She didn't open the phone. "Who is Gordon?"

"He's a friend of Dad's."

"Dad was a nudist?" That shock was only the beginning. 

I smiled and said, "They were friends back before Dad was married. They met again after Dad moved into his apartment."

Inga asked, "Does he know about us?"

"He knows Dad was married to Helen, Krystn, Maria, Linda and Pat. You two he probably doesn't know about. He'll accept you both, easily and fully. Relax. Now, call him, please."

She hit the buttons and we heard her side of the conversation.

"Gordon? This is Nick's sister, Linda. He's right here beside me driving to Palm Springs."

"He wants me to invite you and Carol to dinner, our treat."

"There are three of us, Nick, Inga and me."

"Inga is one of his wives, too."

"We'll be in room 322 in less than two hours."

"How about dinner at eight?"

"Yes! I have lots of questions, but I'll save them until we're together. Ok?"

The call ended and she said, "He sounds a lot like Dad. A nice guy. When I said dinner was our treat he laughed and said he'd arm wrestle you for the bill."

"Then he pays. He's stronger than I've ever been."

"Isn't he old?"

"Six years older than Dad."

With Inga along we didn't need a stop for snacks and things. We had them with us. As we trooped into the office I carried the three suitcases. Linda had a bag of groceries and Inga had two bags. Tina came around the counter and took things from us and put them on a hotel type luggage cart. Each of us got a hug from her and introductions.

She turned to me after hugging Linda and Inga and said, "Other than me, do you know any women who aren't beautiful?"

"I don't know any women who aren't beautiful."

"Oh. Gordon called. They won't be here until just before eight, please be dressed and ready to go to dinner."

"Ok. Thanks Tina. Are you available to go with us?"

"Not tonight, unfortunately. How about lunch together tomorrow?"

"Nope." I said, "I don't plan on getting dressed tomorrow."

"I'll have it delivered. How about a great salad?"

"Wonderful!" Linda and Inga both said. I nodded. No point in saying I'd rather have a burger and onion rings.



We went up to 322 and moved in. We put all our clothes away and met back in the living room. When Helen and I had shared the room it had a king sized bed and it felt huge. With three of us in it, it would feel much cozier. Inga handed me the pump bottle of sun screen, SPF50. Both ladies faced away from me and I applied liberal amounts of the lotion on both, from neck to feet. 

Both turned to face me and I lotioned their fronts from feet to faces. At their pussies I made a detour and tasted both of them. After a good taste I moved up and lotioned them to their breasts. I found a small scar on Linda's left breast, on the underside.

"Linda, Honey, what's the story of this scar?"

"Oh, I had a lumpectomy about four years ago. Turned out it wasn't anything, but it scared us for almost two weeks." Her hands held my head and brought my mouth back to her breast. Linda's breasts have fascinated me since I was a teenager. I remembered when she more closely resembled a boy and then I got to watch as she got older and her body changed. Some women develop breasts with a big gap between them and some develop breasts that have cleavage that touches even when they are nude. Linda was one of the later. Growing up I tried often to catch a peek at her. It happened, but not very often.

As I sucked on Linda's breast Inga moved behind Linda and kissed her neck. Her hands slid around Linda's hips and found her mons. Rather than slip inside she cupped it and applied gentle pressure. Linda said, "Oh Yes! Keep that up!"

We did. It wasn't long before Linda was having trouble staying standing. We lowered her to the carpet and resumed our play. I moved my mouth to hers and she gave me her tongue. Inga dove in between Linda's legs and I heard the wet noises of Linda being munched upon.

A kiss ended and Linda said, "Give me your cock." She said the words of a command but they didn't sound like a command, more like a plea. I knelt near her head and she pulled my cock into her mouth. Using hands and her mouth she gave me a delightful stroking, while keeping her eyes closed.

I watched me going in and out of her mouth and noticed Inga's hands working their way up Linda's body to her nipples. The voice inside my head said, "That's your sister!"  I added, "That's also my wife!" I almost laughed when I realized both voices were right!

Inga pinched Linda's nipples and Linda's eyes opened wide. We locked eyes and she sucked harder. Inga did something extra and Linda arched. I could feel her body shaking and hear her moaning. In seconds she was cumming and thrashing about on the carpet. We held on and enjoyed the ride.

After the second aftershock I pulled out of her mouth and moved Inga so I could get between Linda's legs. As I slid inside her Inga bent to her mouth and they kissed. Linda moaned again and her hips met my every thrust.

"I love you, Linda." I said. She moaned. Maybe she tried to say something but Inga was kissing her, so I heard a moan. One of Linda's hands found Inga's puss and used it to steer her up over her face. Inga was kneeling over Linda's face and facing me. I held her breasts in my hands and we kissed. She tasted like Linda's pussy.

I wasn't long before I felt both getting close to cumming. They were noisy and shaking. Inga pulled her face back a little and said, "Fill our sister! Then let me lick her clean!" That did it! I thrust deep and unloaded into Linda. I held still as I unloaded and Inga moved her hips over Linda's face so she could cum too.

My fingers found Inga's clit and along with Linda's tongue and nose it was enough! She yelped and bent towards me as she flooded Linda. When we could, we leaned to either side of Linda and lay beside her.

"I knew you just brought me here to screw!" Linda said.

"If that's not what you wanted, why did you come?"

"I wanted to eat Inga."

We lay together quietly for a few minutes. I put a hand on Linda's breast and said, "Get my cell phone and call Gordon, would you. Tell him since we already got what we came for we're heading home."

"No, we're not!" Inga said as she sat up. "I came here for a vacation of sun, relaxation and sex with both of you. To quote a famous book title, "Once is not enough!"

We still didn't get up. In a few more minutes we moved and did get up. Inga headed towards the bathroom.

"Outside is this way." I said, pointing.

"I need a shower. I smell like sex."

"There's a shower outside, in the sunshine. Let's go!"

I grabbed three towels and we went. Outside, in the sunshine we found the showers and used them. There were three in a triangle. On a shelf near the shower was a bar of soap. I picked it up and lathered all three of us. When I washed their pussies they both told me how sensitive they were to touch. When I pulled my hand back from Linda she grabbed my wrist and guided it back to her pussy. "I didn't say stop."

We were all quite clean when we rinsed. We spread towels on chaises and plopped down to let warm air and sun dry us,

I was almost asleep when I head a voice, a male voice, say, "Which of you ladies is here alone?"

I opened one eye and saw a man standing near Linda. He was about my age, a little grayer, a lot more tanned. Linda answered, "Neither of us. We're here with our husband. Why?"

"Your husband? Both of you are with him?"

I sat up and said, "Yes. Both are my wives. Were you looking for someone specific and forgot her name? Why did you ask who was here alone?"

"I'm here alone and if one of you was here alone as well I would offer to take you to dinner... so I wouldn't have to eat alone."

Inga said, "There's a ring on your finger. Where is your wife?"

"She stayed at home this weekend with other plans."

"Did she grant you permission to prowl after unattached women while you were here?" Inga asked.

Linda followed quickly with, "Does she even know you're here?"

"She knows I'm here. I'm not hitting on anyone. Just looking for someone to have dinner with."

"I don't think my wives believe you. Pull up a chair, please. I want to have a short conversation with you." He pulled a chair close and sat down.

"If you had opened up with us by saying something like, "I don't want to eat alone tonight. Could I interest you all in having dinner with me?" You might have gotten the three of us to agree. But, the first thing you did was tell them you don't want me around."

"Oh. I didn't mean any offence."

"I believe you. You actually didn't think about me at all, except to assume one of these women was with me. The result? You still are having dinner alone.  We already have dinner plans."

"Will you accept my apology?"

Inga asked, "Have you offered one?"

"I'm really sorry for making an assumption and ignoring you. I'm worried I've screwed up what could have been a friendship if I'd been better at opening the conversation."

"That apology I accept." Linda said. "Me too." Inga added.

I asked, "I mean to pry. What has your wife somewhere else while you're here?"

He sheepishly smiled and said, "She almost never comes anymore. She did for years but after her breast surgery she quit."

Linda sat up and said, "How much breast surgery?"

"She had cancer. They took most of her left breast. That was three years ago."

"She hasn't been back since?" Inga asked.

"Once. About eight months after surgery. Someone laughed out here on the lawn and she believed they were laughing at her. We used to be here pretty often, now we're only nude at home and she's only completely nude when I'm not there."

"I wish there were something we could do. I'm sorry she thinks everyone will think she's ugly." Inga said.

"That's what she believes. Since she believes she's ugly, it's easy to believe everyone else thinks it as well."

I said, "Well, I'm Nick. This is Inga and this is Linda. Good luck at finding some folks to have dinner with. As I said, it won't be us tonight."

"I'm Al. I'm glad to have met you. Have a nice evening." He got up, returned the chair to where he found it and wandered off.

"You believe him?" Linda asked.

"For now. Next time I see Tina I'll ask about him, and his wife."

Inga smiled. "Good idea. I'll bet she knows about everyone here."

"I hope she isn't writing a book! We'd be chapter twelve!" Linda said.

By seven-thirty we were back in our clothes and down by the gate to the parking lot. I saw the blue Caddy stop by the gate so I opened it and ushered the ladies to the car. He and Carol got out, greeted us with hugs and kisses and helped us into the Caddy.

We arrived at a different restaurant and were shown to a private room. The menus arrived and there were no prices on the pages. I looked up at Gordon and he said, "I'm part owner here so the menu is this way for my friends."

We thanked him and ordered. Then Gordon asked, looking at Linda, "You're Walt's daughter?"

"Yes. How long did you know Dad?"

"Longer than you or Nick. When I met him he was fresh out of Navy basic training. I guess he was nineteen. Last time I saw him was about three months before he died. We had dinner here that night. He had one of his wives with him that night. I think her name was Pat."

"I didn't know he was in the Navy."

"Neither did Nick. I showed him a picture of us in uniform. Did your Dad have a quirk of not taking his shirt off in public?"

"Yes! Even when we went swimming he always wore a t-shirt."

"He loved being nude! He wore the t-shirts for you and Nick. He didn't want you to know he was a hero. If he had gone shirtless you would have seen the scars and you would have asked questions. He didn't want you to think of him as a war hero."




Walt's Gift Ch. 04



"Scars?" Linda's eyes were huge.

"He was shot three times, stabbed once and caught some shrapnel too. You can ask Helen or Pat about the scars. They saw them."

Dinner arrived and was incredible! As most of the meal was gone Gordon asked Linda, "May I ask questions, too?"

"Before Walt died you and Nick were family. I sense that the relationship has changed from brother sister to brother sister spouses. Why?"

"It has changed. Nick took over as husband to Dad's wives when he died. I got to know them and love them and envied their freedom to love each other as they do. I knew Dad slept with all of them and then I saw how Nick lives with all of them and... I felt left out. Krystn invited me into the bedroom for some fun a few times when we visited, but I was married and Jack and I had an agreement."

"Monogamy?"

"Yup. One afternoon the ladies were in Two's apartment and Nick and Jack were outside talking when they talked about including us in the family. I think the word that got me was when Nick asked if Jack wanted to be a co-husband. I realized that if we were both in, we wouldn't be cheating. We had a family discussion about it and I'm Nick's wife as much as I'm his sister. I'm Inga's sister and co-wife."

Carol asked, "So, inside the family sex with anyone is Ok?"

"Nick's here with us. Jack's home with Maria, Pat, Helen, Krystn and Two. I happen to know that he will be naked the whole weekend and have been bedded by each of them. None of them is a threat to our marriage. He's not fooling around, he's married. I'm not fooling around. I'm married."

"What about kids?" Carol asked.

"I can't have any. I had problems a few years ago and as a result I won't have kids. I can't answer for any of the other wives."

"I had my tubes tied after my second son was born. He's eighteen and lives with his Dad in Nebraska." Inga said. "My sister, Krystn, had her tubes tied when she was nineteen because she decided she wouldn't be a good mother. I know Helen had two kids many years ago. I don't know what happened to them."

Carol asked, "So, messing around inside the family is Ok but no one strays? No one night stands?"

"We believe in nurturing the relationships. The sex is just a way of expression our love and affection. I'm more interested in Inga as a sister and what that brings to both of us than I am in eating her pussy. We share everything. We talk on the phone, share cooking tips, cook together, help each other out."

"When I was little I had Krystn to share life with. She's my sister. It was her and me. As we grew up we had less and less time to give to each other. She has interests that I don't. I have interests she doesn't. And now I have other sisters, other co-wives and two husbands to share life with."

"Do you all live together?" Gordon asked.

I answered, "When Dad died he left me an apartment building with six apartments and the five women who lived there as his wives. His wives met Linda and Jack as we planned the funeral. It clicked and not long ago Linda and Jack joined the family."

"We put our house for sale and helped buy the building next door. We now have two buildings that had six apartments each. We're remodeling the new building so Jack and I can move in, and have things work well for all of us." Linda said.

"I'd be interested in seeing that." Gordon said.

"The guest quarters will be ready in about a month. You are invited to be our first house guests. Not that it will shock you or detour you but our home is clothing optional, non smoking and quite private."

"I'm trying to get a mental picture of where and how you live." Carol said.

"Picture a rectangular building, six apartments around a courtyard." Inga said.

"The courtyard is covered with a plastic roof that lets in air and light but no birds or rain. One side of the roof, over apartments one and two, is a private deck so we can be out in the sun nude." Krystn added.

"I have apartment number one. It used to be Walt's. Pat has number two, Helen is in number three, Maria is in number four. Number five is where Krystn lives and so does Inga's stuff. Number six is where Two lives."

"One of your wives in named Two, like the number?" Carol asked.

We all shook our heads. "No. Her name is Linda. Since that means we have two Linda's the one who has apartment six said, "I'm Linda too." We all laughed and the Two stuck. She likes it."

The new husband, John, and Linda will live next door?" Carol asked.

"His name is Jack. We bought the building next door which is a copy of our original building. We added a walkway between the buildings, connecting them. One of the apartments was turned into a new, large kitchen where Inga does a lot of our cooking. Apartments three and four are being remodeled for Linda and Jack. Number two is for Inga. Numbers five and six are to be guest rooms. They won't have kitchens."

"Each person has their own space and lots of community space. Who owns the property?" Gordon asked.

"Until we bought the second building I owned the first building. Now we formed a trust and it all belongs to us as a family."

"I'm impressed."

"It isn't perfect. We have a dilemma were working on, but I'm sure we'll find a way to have it work for everyone." Inga said.

Dessert came and went. We drove back to the resort and Gordon and Carol came inside. We sat out by the pool and continued the conversation. They shared about their path to Palm Springs and the family they had. Gordon had been married before Carol to a lady who had three children. They lived back in Virginia and when Gordon had been within six years of being retired and wanted to move somewhere warm she refused to move. Rather than fight, she ended the marriage. Carol had been married before as well and her first husband was from Virginia and a minister. She had gone to a women's retreat one summer, about the same time that Gordon's first wife was ending their marriage, and while at the retreat she discovered a nudist resort nearby. One afternoon in the sun and she was a convert. When she invited the reverend to go he blew up and their marriage ended soon afterwards.

Without knowing each other they both booked a vacation to Palm Springs for the same week. They met at the desk talking to Tina as they checked in. They had been together ever since. When Gordon retired they moved to the desert and started working on their tans.

Gordon asked, "Just before we left the restaurant you mentioned you have a dilemma. You didn't say what it was. If I'm not intruding too deeply into your private business, what's the dilemma?"

"Here's the symptom: Pat has a really good friend. She's a trucker. She wants to quit long haul trucking and life on the road. She wants Pat as a lover."

Inga added, "She also wants Maria, Two and Helen. So far."

"She proposed we take her into the family. Pat's pretty sure she can get her a job."

"The big problem is space. Our apartments are small. We could say yes and give Beverly one of the apartments we planned for guests, but..." Linda said.

Gordon finished her statement, "But a month or six months from now someone is going to want the other apartment and another."

We nodded. That was the dilemma. How do we decide who to let in? The hearts are plenty big, it's the logistics that get in the way.

Carol said, "You've got a problem in the box. Outside the box thinking will solve it. Could you move?"

"Probably not. We've tailored the buildings to suit us. We could maybe sell to someone who wants to knock it down and build something totally new."

"What's in the courtyards?" Gordon wanted to know.

"The new one is empty. The old one has exercise bikes, a rowing machine, BBQ, hot tub, our big dining table and soon new outdoor shower."

"Parking?"

"Enough for twelve cars." Inga said.

"I have an idea. What if Beverly buys a membership in a rather exclusive club, and membership gets her a key to the premises. She can come in the complex any time she wants, eat dinner with the family, stay whenever invited in any apartment she's invited into. She's a full member of the family and she lives somewhere else. Maybe she and Pat get a place not far away. They have keys and are invited to everything. Adult siblings who aren't as affectionate as you all live five miles apart and see each other often. It would be like that, only better."

Linda said, "We shouldn't sell our house. We have a pool. We have a four bedroom house. As family we could have wives and husbands in our house often."

"And still spend time at the apartments, too." Inga said.

I said, "Linda, you should sell your house, to the family. If Pat and Beverly want to buy a house we should buy it. We can afford a bigger place than they could on their own. After all, we're family."

Linda got up and walked to Carol. She said, "Would it be Ok with you that I kiss Gordon for being so smart?" Carol nodded.

Linda helped Gordon to his feet and molded her body to his and kissed him. When it ended she said, "Thank you. I love your idea!"

He said, "We'll be back in the morning. I'll bring you the name and contact info for a lawyer you need to call. Tell him you're Walt's kid and he'll help you sort out all the legalities. He's an ex-SEAL, too."

It was late and our party was over, for the night. Gordon and Carol went home. We went up stairs and went to bed. Staying at a nudist resort makes getting ready for bed a nearly instantaneous process. Pee, brush your teeth and kick off your sandals.

Linda ate Inga to two orgasms and Inga gave Linda a tongue lashing she wouldn't soon forget. I wasn't invited. No, I was invited and I turned them down. I knew they both wanted some girl on girl time and were inviting me because they loved me. I was Ok with waiting till morning for some lovin time.

I have no idea how late they stayed awake. They were nice enough to stay pretty quiet. We had breakfast with Gordon and Carol. When our business was concluded Carol asked, "Not right now, but maybe in six months, when we know the whole family... would you consider have a house in the desert? Ours has five bedrooms, four baths, a pool, plenty of sunshine and is very private."

I answered, "When you want to have that conversation seriously, let us know. I'm more than open to you both."

Inga said, "I vote yes!" Linda nodded. She leaned over to Gordon and kissed him.

Carol leaned to Linda and they kissed.

Just before lunch they needed to leave. Tina came out and said lunch would be there in half an hour. I went back to our room and called home. Helen answered.

"Helen, Honey can you please put a note on the white board calling a family meeting for Monday evening?"

"Nope. Can't do it."

"May I ask why?"

"Because the white board already has that note on it. You want two notes or two meetings?"

"Who called the meeting?"

"Pat. You're gonna love it!"

"Are the three of us the only ones who don't know all about it?"

"Yes!"

"Tell me, please."

"Nope. She made me promise."

"We'll be home Sunday evening. Can I call a meeting for half an hour after we get home?"

"Please hold." She hit the button and I was in phone limbo. She hit the button and said, "Yes, husband, we can meet with you anytime after five on Sunday."

"Good! Changing subjects, How's Jack doing?"

"He's doing really well. Last night Maria gave him a ninety minute lesson in eating pussy. He slept with me and practiced his lessons. Two had him for breakfast and he's up on deck with Pat right now covering her with SPF50."

"Is he getting any work done on the apartments?"

"Not really."

"Tell him we have a request. Call their agent and take their house off the market."

"I don't want to say this, but he took it off the market two hours ago. I'm not going to say more until the meeting. I need to get off the phone now. We love you." She was gone.

When I rejoined the ladies there were two couples and Tina with them. Introductions were made. As I sat down Inga asked, "Well? What's the news from home?"

"Really? You want all of it?"

"They know we aren't normal."

"Ok. Jack took the house off the market this morning. Maria gave him a special lesson last evening and he spent the night with Helen practicing the lesson. Two had him for breakfast and he's up on deck with Pat as we speak. They called a meeting for half an hour after we get back."

One of the women, Allison who was eating her salad as I talked stopped and asked, "Who is Jack?"

I answered, "My co-husband" as Linda said, "My husband."

She asked, "Which is it?"

Linda answered, "I married Jack years ago. We joined the family recently, so Jack is my husband and Nick's co-husband."

Inga added, "And he's my husband, Maria's husband, Two's husband, Pat's husband, Krystn's husband and Helen's husband too."

The man sitting next to Allison asked, "In your family there are seven wives and two husbands?"

"Yes." I said, not adding out loud 'for now.'

"You all live together?" The other man asked. He was tanned all over and other than eyebrows and eyelashes had not a hair on his body. The woman sitting next to him was also devoid of hair except by her eyes and on top of her head. My guess would be that he was fifty and the hair had started going gray.

"No. Most of us live in apartments near the beach. Linda and Jack live in the San Fernando Valley."

"And Jack is at the apartments screwing all your wives?"

"No. He hasn't screwed Maria. She taught him a lesson in eating pussy last evening. Guess whose pussy she had him use? Hers. She would rather eat pussy and have her's eaten than anything else sexual."

"And she's soooo good at it." Linda said.

Inga nodded.

"That doesn't bother you?" The man asked Linda.

"Should it?"

"If I was eating you my wife would cut my balls off!" To emphasize the correctness of his words she nodded.

"That's because she sees me as competition. I don't see any of my sisters as competition. There's plenty physical affection to go around, inside the family. If I was someone your wife enjoyed having sex with and she saw me as her sister-in-love she'd be happy watching you eat me."

"There's so much more to our family than the sex. Imagine always having someone who will willingly listen when you need or want to talk. Imagine being able to share everything. Each of us has cheerleaders, a support group, confidants, a playmate or six, a buddy or buddies. And, we have space to be solitary when we want to."

"Who pays for everything?" The bald man asked.

"We do. We, the family." Inga answered.

"So the people at home are paying for the three of you to be here?" Allison asked.

I nodded. "And, if they go out to eat or to a movie we all pay for that too."

"Who makes sure someone doesn't get more than their share?"

"All of us. When we get home we have a family meeting scheduled. One of the topics at the meeting will be our operating budget."

"Who puts in the most money to the budget each month?" 

"We all do. I put in a hundred percent. Linda puts in a hundred percent. Pat puts in a hundred percent."

"Well, you three seem happy. I don't think I could do it." The woman who had been mostly quiet said. She was nude and well tanned but sat like she was trying not to be nude. One arm was always in front of her breasts and her legs were crossed, hiding her pubes. She was the most traditionally Christian nudist I could imagine.

"What is it you couldn't do? Live with more than just him? Be physically affectionate with more than just him? Share dinner with more than just him?"

"Marriage is supposed to be between a man and a woman."

"In our family it is." Linda said. "Nick's a man. I'm a woman. We're married."

"You're also married to Jack!"

"Do you have children?"

"Yes, and I know what you'll say. If I can love both my children I could love more than one husband."

Her husband spoke. "Remember when we were in college, dating? You dated Paul, Matthew and James when we met and over six months you stopped seeing Matthew and James. It took a year for you to decide me over Paul. Imagine if you hadn't needed to choose. Imagine being able to love us both and being loved by both of us."

"And, if I got pregnant?"

"Our child would have two Dad's and a Mom. When I was young I was in foster care. I had a Mom and a Dad that I lived with and a Mom I didn't live with. I loved them all. Even though I had a Dad and he was a good Dad I wanted the other one too.  Nick and his family have decided there's no good reason not to love each other. I can see why they choose life that way."

"So, you want another wife?"

"Yes! Not in place of you. I love you and I want to keep loving you. I can see how being in a bigger family has benefits."

"You promised God! Forsake all others!"

"By that promise I can only love you. You can only love me. If either of us breaks the promise the marriage is over. Agree?"

"Yes! That's what I meant when I married you and I still mean it!"

"Do you love your Mother?"

"That's different!"

"How is it different? You just said if you love someone else that breaks our marriage and the first person I name you say, that's different. Either you love me and me alone or you love lots of people and you use the vows as you choose rather than what you said."

"I love my mother, but it's not the same love that I have for you!" He smiled at her answer, turned to face me a bit more directly and asked: "Nick, do you love Inga?"

"Yes! Totally."

"And Linda?"

"Yes. Totally."

"Do you love Linda the same as you love Inga?"

"No. They aren't the same. I can't love them the same."

"I can forsake all others by not loving them the same as I love you. I could love Allison because she is so smooth, sings alto, loves to Salsa dance and her kisses are fiery. That's different than you, therefore it's Ok?" The man asked.

"You're wrong! I can't explain it, but you're wrong!" His wife's voice was strained and near panic.

I interrupted: "I apologize. We had and have no intention of causing tension or strife between people. I am not a Catholic, but it's Ok with me that people are Catholics. Whatever helps people live a better life, a more loving life than they would live without it... I'm for it. If monogamy helps you live a better life, I think you should live that way." I said.

"Mary, please go put your clothes back on. We're going home." He stood and helped her stand. She was crying. Her put his arm around her and walked her away from us. The other couple didn't move.

"I'm afraid their marriage is over." The woman still sitting with us said.

"Donna, do you really think the marriage is over?" Her husband asked.

"He'll be moved out by next weekend. I'll bet a hundred dollars."

"Because she says she loves her mother?" He asked.

She turned and looked at her husband for a long moment. "No. Because she wants him to live an agreement they made before they both understood what they were actually agreeing to. When we got married do you remember what the minister told us about "Forsake all others?"

"No."

"He said, You put me first and I put you first. It doesn't mean I ignore everyone else on the planet. It means you come first. My Mom did that. Dad always got to pick his piece of meat first. Dad got his spot on the couch, first. My Dad did it too. He brought her presents more often than anyone else. He did things for her, to make her life easier without being asked. He did things for other people too, but Mom was first."

"So, here's Nick. Right here he has two wives. Which one comes first? Does it go by seniority?"

I answered, "No. It means I focus on each wife above all other women. It means I'll do my best to meet their needs as I see them. I'm here today because Inga has been pretty house bound since she came to California. She wanted sunshine, warmth and lovin. We brought Linda because Inga wants to bond closer to her. We aren't here because I put me first. I like they way your wife said it. I put them first. It's harder with seven. I'm hoping Jack helps and enjoys helping. I'm hoping to help Jack take care of our wives."




Walt's Gift Ch. 04



Linda said, "Nick, I need to be taken care of. Will you take us upstairs and take care of our needs, please?"

"Yes!" I stood, helped Inga and Linda up and thanked the couple for a pleasant time. We went upstairs and into our room.

Linda spoke, "Honey, conversations like that really help me a lot. I sometimes get to thinking we're nuts. Then we talk to some folks and I get clearer about what we're doing."

Inga asked, "What are we doing, besides loving each other?"

"Beverly wants in because she sees what we're doing." Linda said. "She's never felt as accepted as she does with us. She walked through the door and we welcomed her. Welcomed her completely. Remember what Nick said to her, you don't have to do anything for me to love you. Live with us the rest of your life and never have me in your body, it's Ok. I love you. I'll bet no one, especially a man, has ever said that to her before. The woman we spoke to earlier who went home early knew what was in front of her and that much love scared her silly. The man we just left is starting to see what we're doing. We're knocking on a door that can change the way people live, the way they love and how they treat each other all the time."

"Is that why for the past months, since I arrived in California I've been happy?"

"That's how most people would respond to being really loved, if they could just allow it to be Ok." Linda said.

I picked up the phone and called the office. 

"Tina, are you available for dinner?"

"Can you come down to the office, please?"

"The collective or the singular?"

"Can you, Nick Evans, come to the office alone please?"

"I'll be right there." I hung up. Inga asked, "Is she available?"

"I don't know. She asked for me to come to the office alone. I'll know more when I get back."

I got two great kisses and walked to the office as my hard on subsided.

As the door closed behind me, Tina pointed to a chair. I sat down. She stood about four feet from me and leaned back against the counter.

"From now on, I'm not going to lunch with you, the singular or the collective you. I'm not going to dinner with you. I won't sit with you at breakfast either. And, I want to be honest with you about why."

"I'd appreciate that."

"I've had this job since my husband ran off with another woman eighteen years ago. At first I fucked everything that offered and some I had to convince. Then I stopped. I became the woman I am. I manage this operation. The owners love me. They used to stop by at least once a month to check on me. I haven't seen them in two years. I make good money and I don't spend it on clothes."

"And..."

"And, if I hang with your family for another hour I'm going to chuck it all and move to the beach."

I smiled and said, "You're having dinner with us tonight." She started to protest. I held up a hand. "Let me tell you what we're cooking. Then you tell me if you're hungry. Ok?"

She nodded. I said, "We're thinking of expanding the family. Better than that, for you, we're expanding it outside our buildings. Linda and Jack have a house in the San Fernando Valley. They put it on the market last week. I think we'll take it off the market. It stays in the family. I think Carol and Gordon are joining the family. Their home here stays in the family. Is this stew smelling better to you, yet?"

"Can I join?"

"You've listened to us. Does it sound like the family you want to belong in?"

"When you three were talking at lunch I came just from listening. I've never been loved like you love. I want to learn how to love like that. I want to be like that!"

"You know you are loved, don't you?"

"I feel like all of you accept me, maybe even like me. But, none of you have known me long enough to love me."

"The day we met I noticed a c-section scar on you. When was the baby born?"

"The fourth of January, 1977. Why?"

"On the third of January 1977 you would have told anyone around you that you loved a person you had never seen. You decided to love that child before they were even born. I decided to love you as soon as I saw you. I'm the one who took a long time."

"That's different. She was a baby. My baby."

"If you say so. There are women who don't love their babies. I say they didn't make the decision that you did. There are women and men who don't decide to love each other when they get married. They get married and they lie, cheat and steal from their spouses. You didn't. A couple minutes ago you asked if you could join. I'm starting to think joining isn't symbolic enough. Maybe we should marry someone into the family."

"I'd like being married to all of you."

"You haven't met all of us. Can you decide that without dating each of us? Without some premarital sex? Without ..."

"Yes! I can decide to love all of you, live with you as my family, and enjoy life! Just because I decide to!" We were both quiet for a few moments, letting her decision sink in.

I asked, "How long has it been since you've had sex with someone?"

"Someone that doesn't take batteries? Eight years. I think I might have cobwebs."

"Can someone watch the desk while we go for dinner?"

"We can order in. I have a nice place right through that door. We can have dinner and I'll still be on duty."

"You order for four and I'll buy. Call our room and talk with Inga about what to order. How about we eat at seven-thirty?"

I started to get up and caught a whiff of her arousal. I sat back down and asked if I could use the phone. She handed it to me and I called our room. Inga answered.

"Put me on speaker, please." I heard the click.

"Tina called me down here to distance herself from us. The more she's with us the more she wants to be with us. Bottom line; she wants in. She knows we can't let her in until the whole family says yes. She's standing two feet from me right now and I can smell her arousal. We haven't touched. I want to know, wives, if it's Ok with you that I help her have the orgasm she wants?"

I held the phone away from my ear as they both screamed, "Yes!!"

As my left hand hung up the phone a finger from my right hand snaked between her bare lips and grazed her clit. Her hand gripped the counter and her muscles tightened all over her body. I worked the finger in deep and out, then deep again, brushing her clit each time.

"Tina, your apartment is through there?" I looked at the door. She nodded. She was trembling. I stood and helped her through the door and to the bed about eight feet away. I swung the door closed. With a little help she was positioned on the bed, spread eagled and waiting. My fingers probed inside her wetness and I moved my face up to her huge tits. As I stroked her vagina and clit I kissed, nibbled and sucked on her tits.

Her body shuddered, bucked and stiffened as she gave freedom to the orgasm that had been building. As it took over her body I heard the office door open. She could not respond to the arrival. As soon as I could, I left her there in a puddle and went into the office. The man at the desk was the husband who had taken his wife home a few hours before.

"I need a room." He said. He was angry and hurt. I stayed quiet. I gave him the form to fill out and he filled it out. "You gonna ask?" He asked.

"Nope. You want me to know, you'll tell me. Otherwise, it's not my business."

"On the way home she changed the rules. No more nudist resorts, clothing optional anything. We have to drop all our nudist friends. I have to accept her kind of monogamy. I said no. She said get out." He paused, "I need a room."

The door to Tina's apartment opened and she came out. One look and she knew what was up. "Give him room 122. It's small and our cheapest room. How many nights?" 

"A week." Tina completed the paperwork and gave him the key.

As he headed for the door I said, "I'm sorry."

"So am I. I love her. It just won't work her way." He went out the door. 

From the bottom of my ribs south I was behind the counter with Tina. She stood beside me and finished his paperwork. She filed it and faced me.

"You can't fuck me, can you?" Her eyes were filling with tears.

"No. All sex that could be biologically risky is between family members, only. We don't risk pregnancy, AIDS or STD's by living that rule. My fingers in your wetness isn't a risk to your health, mine or the rest of the family. My cock in your pussy or your ass is a risk. We won't do it."

She started to back away and I added, "Until after the vote. After we marry you, I want to spend some time loving you physically in every way you might enjoy."

I reminded her to call Inga and then order dinner. She picked up the phone and five minutes later she called and ordered dinner for four. I called our room and had Linda or Inga bring my wallet when they came down for dinner.

There are two doors in the office. One leads to the parking area and one to the interior of the resort. Both doors opened at the same time. Inga came through the interior door followed by Linda. The young man from the nearby Chinese restaurant came through the other door, smiling. When he saw Linda and Inga his smile got even bigger.

I took the bill while Tina and Inga took the bags of food. I looked and discovered I had enough cash to cover the bill but not the tip.  I said so. Linda asked the young man if three kisses would be enough tip. He asked if that was a kiss from each of the three women. I smiled and said I was not a part of the bargain. He said the kisses would be the best tip he had ever gotten. 

I paid the bill with a credit card, gave him cash as a tip and Tina came around the counter and embraced him as she kissed him soundly. When she backed away Inga said, "Take your pick. Which of us is next?"

He looked from Inga to Linda and back again. "I am sorry. I cannot choose. It's is too hard to choose."

Linda stepped in front of him and said, "Good answer. Are you over eighteen?"

He nodded and said, "Twenty-three." She wrapped his arms around her body and placed his hands on her butt. Then she kissed him. I took the fire extinguisher off the wall and held it, aimed at them. Tina and Inga started to laugh.

Linda broke the kiss and looked to see why Tina and Inga were laughing. When she saw the extinguisher she laughed too. Inga moved to take her place and Linda moved. The young guy wasn't sure what to do with his hands, so Inga helped. She put his hands on her tits, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. 

When he left he said to Tina, "Next time you call ask for me. I deliver!" Before any of us could respond he was out the door and gone.

We had dinner together. We talked. At one point Tina was using chop sticks to eat with and a small piece of chicken slipped from her grip and landed on her breast. Inga leaned over and captured the morsel with her mouth. As she sat back up she said, "That you. That was offered to me, wasn't it?"

Tina smiled and said, "Yes! I love how you are and how you include me."

Linda asked her some questions about how we could include her, logistically. Loving her was easy. How could we include her logistically in the family?

We batted the idea around for a while and had a tentative plan in place that we could take back to the rest of the family. The food was eaten and we had bonded closer with Tina. Inga asked Tina to show her how she managed the office for late arrivals.

Linda and I went back to our room. As we walked Linda said, "Inga is staying in the office tonight."

"You say it like it's a done deal."

"It is. Tina wants to sleep with you. Inga will learn how to take any late arrivals and she'll send Tina up to us. She wants another cum and she wants to be held. We can really be here for her tonight. I really want some lovin too so can you fill me as soon as we get to the room?"

"I was hoping to do that very thing. Then we can focus on Tina."

We went into our room and directly to the bed. We left the door ninety percent closed. Linda dropped to her knees and sucked my cock until it was quite hard. I helped her stand and she bent at the waist, putting her hands on the bed and offering me her ass. I slid into her pussy from behind and we bumped together enjoying the sounds our bodies made slapping together and being wet.

"Nick, Hold my tits! I'm almost there!" I held her tits and lifted just enough the pressure of us together pressed her tits into my hands and lifted her hands off the bed. When she quivered and announced to California she was cumming, I unloaded my cannon into her as well. She yelped and I bellowed. I held on until she started to calm and then I released her tits and backed out of her pussy.

No sooner was I out of her than Tina was on her knees beside Linda's legs and she shoved her face into Linda's pussy! She lapped and sucked everything she could get from Linda's snatch. I stood right where I had been and watched.

A minute later Tina turned from Linda's pussy and swallowed my cock to the base. She cleaned me quickly and went back to Linda. 

Linda said, "God! She's good! Oh, Tina! Suck me!"

She got the reward she wanted. Linda came into Tina's mouth. They booth stood and hugged as they kissed. I turned on the shower and we got clean. The bedroom still smelled like sex.

We put Tina in the middle of the bed. We shifted around for a while, testing different postures and positions. When we slowed down enough to sleep I was spooned up against Tina's ass with an arm over her, my hand holding part of her big breast. Linda faced Tina and Tina held both of Linda's breasts in her hands.

When I woke up Linda and Tina were kissing. Linda had her hands at Tina's pussy and Tina was already shaking. It was morning. I kissed the back of Tina's neck and said, "Go ahead and cum! I want to hear it and feel it! My hands held her breasts and pinched her nipples gently. Tina's hands covered mine and she squeezed her own breasts using my hands. "Goooood Mornnnnnning!!" 

We stayed in bed for a few minutes more, touching and kissing our way into the day. When bladders and thoughts of getting into the day finally got us up it was into the shower and then Linda and I dressed. Tina kissed us both and went down to the office.

Three minutes after she left us, our phone rang. It was Tina. I hit speaker and we heard her say, "Inga made breakfast for us. Come on down!"

Linda got clothes for Inga out of the suitcase and we packed everything else. We closed up the room and took everything with us as we went to breakfast. We were greeted with kisses and a great Inga breakfast: French toast, bacon strips, strong coffee and orange juice.

By nine we were on the road for home. Before three we had eaten lunch and I was parking the van behind the apartments. Only one car was there. Helen's. Everyone else was gone. We went inside and saw a box on the table marked, "DO NOT OPEN".  We started a load of laundry, got a snack and found Helen. She smiled a lot and wouldn't tell us what was in the box or what they had called the meeting to discuss.

We sat out at the table with iced tea and snacks and I said, "Want to know what we wanted the meeting to talk about?"

"Yes! You won't make me wait so everyone hears it at the same time?"

"Nope!" We all said. We spoke to Helen from three mouths and one heart. We told her about Tina, Gordon and Carol wanting into the family. We told her about thinking we needed a ceremony, a wedding, to bring someone into the family. She didn't interrupt once. She sat there in her chair smiling at us as we spoke.

When we had said it all I asked, "So, what do you think?"

"I think you had the meeting with us psychically while we had the meeting here. We came to the same conclusions. You brought back the name of a good lawyer which was a concern Jack and Two voiced. After our meeting Jack took the house off the market. You have ideas about a ceremony to marry us together. Pat and Maria have some ideas about that too. Pat, Maria and Two will want to go to Palm Springs soon."

Inga spoke, "I had Tina train me on how to run the office. If Nick goes with me to handle the things like clogged toilets and cleaning the pool filters, Tina could come here for a weekend." The others nodded.

By five the rest of the family, the nine of us, were home and dinner was in the oven. Helen told everyone what we had told her when we came home. Their reaction was one of "Of course, we are family. We think alike sometimes." Plans were made. Pat wanted clarification about us marrying Beverly. She called Beverly and asked when she would be in L.A. next. Beverly's answer: "Next week. I'm leaving Boston in the morning."

Pat decided she and Beverly would find a place of their own, big enough for family and nearby.

I called Gordon and spoke to Gordon and Carol. Over the next six months we worked out the financial kinks with Gordon's friend, our lawyer. We organized a ceremony to symbolize the commitment and the promises we each made to all our partners. We held the ceremony on Walt's birthday in the desert at the resort run by Tina. At the ceremony Helen, Two, Maria, Pat and Krystn gave me a reminder. A present to remind us about how we began this journey. Each of them had a small tattoo right next to their pussy slit. Pat had a two. Helen a three. Maria a four and Krystn a five. Their apartment numbers on the day Walt died.

I think about my Dad often. About the man I knew and the man I didn't know. About the love he taught and gave. I think about the example he set for Linda and me and what we've done with what he taught us. The day before Dad died I was a family of one, living life holding onto the hurt of losing my first wife. The day after he died I had five wives and more love and affection than I knew what to do with. Today, the family is four men, Jack, Gordon, Bob and me, and a dozen women: Helen, Linda, Two, Maria, Pat, Krystn, Inga, Tina, Carol, Beverly, Jenna and Emiko.

Tomorrow is my sixtieth birthday. I was told to be home by six. I haven't slept alone since the night before Dad died. I have had the joy of loving my wives for years and being loved by them. Turning sixty won't change that. Yesterday Jenna told me when we woke up together that she liked a man with some snow on the roof, especially since there was a fire inside to keep her warm. I pray my fire lasts a long, long time for all the loves of my life.



Walt's Gift



At nine-thirty my cell rang. The courtyard suddenly was silent. I answered, knowing it was Linda.

"When are you coming home?" Not even a hello.

"How about between eleven-thirty and noon?"

"You said you would be here this morning!"

"I think eleven-thirty is still in the morning. It will take me an hour to drive there so even if I were up, dressed and fed I couldn't be there until ten thirty. Eleven thirty gives me a chance to eat, shower, and rent a car."

"OK. I'll call Forest Lawn and make an appointment for about one."

"Linda, can I ask you a question?"

"What?" I could hear a defensive tone in her voice.

"Did you know Dad had a lady friend?"

"I thought maybe he did, but he never introduced her to us." She paused. "Is that where you are?"

"Yes."

"Is she nice?"

"Would Dad pick someone who wasn't the best?"

"I guess that was a dumb question wasn't it?"

"Dad was with her for five years and he thought we expected him to mourn Mom forever. I know I never said anything like that."

"I did." I heard her start to cry. "I was so shocked that he wanted to bring her to my Thanksgiving Dinner that I made it plain I didn't like the idea. That was five years ago."

"Nice going. I'd like her involved in the planning of the service."

"Bring her with you. I want to apologize for five years of keeping her outside. What is her name?"

"I'll let you meet her as the biggest surprise of your life. Our Dad was the man with the biggest heart I've ever heard of. Between now and when we get there I want you to read the story in your Bible of David. OK?"

"David?"

"Yeah. See you at eleven thirty." I hung up.

I looked from face to face and said, "You need to do whatever you want to get ready. Toss the notes away. We're going to meet as a family at Forest Lawn and plan Dad's funeral. All of us. By the way, Linda wants to apologize for holding you outside."

They didn't move. They looked at me as if I was an alien from Mars. Finally Helen said, "I cannot go. I need more time to get ready."

"I said you would be there. Are you making me a liar?"

"No. What do I wear? What is Linda like?"

"She is a little like Pat in looks. A little like a school teacher in attitudes and she loves to dance and laugh. She almost never wears enough make-up that anyone would see it."

Pat asked, "What will she wear?"

I dialed and when Linda picked up I said, "She wants to know what you will be wearing."

She answered and I thanked her. I looked at the ladies and said, "White pants and a teal tunic top. White sandals."

In seconds all the food and all the ladies were gone. Ten minutes later they were back. 

"I need to rent a mini-van."

"Not necessary. Krystn has one and it's clean inside. We can use it."

"Do you know your sister's address?"

"Yes."

"My GPS will guide us right to her front door. Ready?"

We loaded into the van and soon were on the freeway. At eleven-ten we parked in front of Linda's house. Krystn hesitated for a moment then drove down to the corner. We talked as we waited.

"You know Linda is still going to be freaked when she sees that there are five of us." Maria worried.

"When we tell her about the apartment building she'll think we are the tenants and that just one of us was Walt's girl." Pat observed.

"What if she asks which of us was Walt's girlfriend?"

"Then you be honest. You tell my slightly dense sister that Walt loved each of you. I only say slightly dense because if she asks she didn't see it the first second she saw you. I did."

"Pat, how was it being with Nick last night?" Krystn asked.

"Incredible! He held me in his arms all night and didn't turn over once. We woke up in the same position as when we went to sleep."

"No fooling around?" Maria asked, her eyes wide.

"No. We were really exhausted. Nick is on east coast time, you know."

"Nick, may I sleep with you tonight?" Krystn asked. 

I looked from one to the other and then at Krystn. "I don't know how the nightly decision has been made before and I don't want to disrupt a system that obviously has worked for years. That said, I would be honored to share my bed with you tonight. I want to know each of you better and more intimately."

Krystn started the van and turned it around. It was eleven-thirty. She parked in front of the house and we got out. I saw Linda peek out of the front window and then walk towards the front door. It opened as we came up the stairs.

I've known my sister all her life. Her face tells everything about her emotions. The door opened and she smiled the smile that says, "I'm really happy to meet you."

"Hi! I'm Linda. Please come in." She shook hands with each woman and repeated her greeting. When I entered she closed the door and pushed me into the living room. Jack was bringing a chair in from the dining room. I got one too and we sat in them, leaving the softer chairs and couch for the women.

"Linda and Jack, there are some things you didn't know about Dad. Dad bought an apartment building down at the beach some years ago. He has spent a lot of the last five years living there and taking care of the building and these five wonderful women. They, in turn, have cared for and loved Dad." 

I pointed to each and introduced them to Linda and Jack. Linda waited to speak until everyone was introduced.

"I want to apologize to each of you. Five years ago I said something to Dad that shut all of you out and had my Dad close us out of a big part of his last years. I regret it. I beg you to forgive me. I was being a selfish little girl when I did it."

Jack got up and came back with two boxes of tissue. They were put into immediate use.

Pat spoke, "I forgive you. Walt talked a lot about you, Nick, and his wife, Barbara. I feel like we know you. I understand the feelings you had back then. He never stopped loving Barbara, you or Nick. I have been blessed that he loved me for the last five years too."

Another round of tissues.

Maria spoke, "I don't have the words to say what Pat just said. I moved in to the family four years ago. Walt interviewed me for the apartment in a strange way. He had a bar-b-que and sat me down with these women who decided I could be their sister and part of Walt's other family. I have been grateful for all the love and care every day."

"I'm Krystn. I love your Dad. I have loved him with all my heart for five years. He and his best friend introduced me to love and loving different from anything in my life. I cannot do anything with your apology except accept it. That's what Walt taught me to do. Accept love as it is offered. I do."

She sat back down and took a couple tissues. She passed the box to Linda and she took a couple too.

Linda stood and looked first at Linda, my sister, and then at Jack. "I'm Linda too, and maybe that's what you can call me; two. Walt was very special to me. Before I found the apartments I knew Pat at work. She was a good friend and when I left my abusive relationship Pat gently introduced me into the family. I didn't trust Walt at first. Nobody is that nice. The longer I knew him and my sisters the more I knew I needed... no, wanted to live with them. I have never regretted moving into the family. I don't need your apology. I forgave what you did a long time ago. I am sorry you missed out on sharing the love, the laughter, the bar-b-ques and the vacations with us. I'm sorry we missed knowing you face-to-face for the last five years. It is important to me to tell you what my heart says. I choose to love you... and Jack... and Nick."

Linda stood and hugged Linda two. They held on like they might fall without each other. I waited and then stood and wrapped my arms around both of them. Jack joined me. Seconds later we were all hugging and needing more tissues. No one really cared about the tissues.

We took two vehicles to Forest Lawn. An hour later the plans were made and the time set for the service. It was decided that we would have a short graveside service. Near the end of the planning I left the room to use the bathroom and when I came back I had been elected to conduct the service and say a prayer dedicating the grave. There were twenty hours before the service. 

As we left the mortuary Linda invited us to go out to dinner together, so we could get better acquainted. Linda rode in the van and Pat and I went with Jack. They agreed on where we were going and we went.

At dinner I saw that my sister was not dense. She had quickly understood that Dad loved every one of the women. During dinner she asked what would happen to the apartments. Pat answered that she had helped Walt with his will and finances for a while and in the will Linda got a hundred thousand and the Pasadena house. I got the apartments and some money. Jack got the Buick. Walt knew Jack loved the classic Buick Riviera.

Linda looked at me and said, "What will you do with the apartments? You live in Newark. You have a job there."

"Not necessarily in this order but I will contact my boss and either transfer to our California affiliate or quit. I will have a big yard sale in Newark and what I don't sell or toss I'll bring to California. I will establish residence in apartment number one. I will have a bar-b-que to celebrate my Dad and to celebrate the start of the rest of my life."

Pat leaned over and asked, quietly, "Can I go with you to get your stuff? I can drive a bobtail."

I smiled. What a thought; a road trip with a beautiful woman.

When we left Linda and Jack that night I brought my suitcase with me. At home, in my thinking it was already home, I put things away. As I did the ladies hovered. Finally, Pat asked, "Do you want all of us here or should we go home?"

"I don't want you to go. I want some time to put my thoughts together for tomorrow. I want to hug each of you, kiss each of you... and more. I guess I'm like a little boy who has favorite books. I want to read all of them at once and I can't. Stay or go, it's up to you. At some point Krystn and I will be going to bed." I paused, thinking I was done. I wasn't.

"Before you go I would like to hold each of you. I have something I want to tell you, each."

Helen moved to stand in front of me and we hugged. There was no hesitation, no holding back. Her body and mine molded together as lovers, friends, soul mates. Our kiss was as tender and hot as any kiss I had ever had. It was full of promises that we both intended to keep. As the kiss ended I whispered, "I love you."

Helen kissed me and as that kiss ended she whispered, "I know. I love you too."

She touched everyone and left. Linda followed her. The ritual was the same. She tasted differently but just as wonderfully.

Pat joined with Linda in her last hug. Then Pat and I kissed and said good-night and I love you. Maria joined us in Pat's last hug.

Soon I looked and Krystn was standing with me in the bedroom. She was naked. Without speaking she helped me undress. The bed was turned down. She sent me into the bathroom and as I went I saw her climb into the bed. She got in next to the alarm clock.

Last thing I did before going to bed was to shave. Carl Sagan taught me that men shave in the morning to look good in public, men shave at night out of love for a woman.

Krystn moved to me as soon as I got in bed. We kissed. It isn't too often that a kiss is really a full body, mind and soul kiss but that one shook the foundations of my life. She gave me everything she could give. She didn't insist or force the giving... she just gave. When the kiss ended she whispered, "I decided to love you a long time ago. I love you. The best part is that there is nothing you need to do with that. There's nothing you can do about that. Toss me out, I'll still love you. Love me as passionately as I love you, I'll still love you. I'm yours. I will love you for the rest of our lives."

"You don't know me."

"Are you as honest as Walt?"

"Yes."

"Did you mean it when you told Pat you love her?"

"Yes."

"Helen? Linda? Maria? "

"Yes, yes and yes."

"What else do I need to know?"

"Nothing."

"I want you to know some things about me. I love lots of touching, foreplay is something I can do for days. I love sitting quietly with neither of us talking. I love sharing food. Sometimes I make a meal of popcorn. I don't smoke and one glass of wine is my limit for a month. I don't and won't do drugs. I am both a screamer and a moaner. I'm dripping wet right now."

"Do you like having your breasts played with?"

"Yes! I can orgasm from it!

"Do you like a tongue touching your pussy?"

"Only one man has ever been there. If you are as wonderful as your Dad I promise to scream in joy."

"I have a quirk. I love licking and kissing puss and I like it best when you sit above me as I lay on the bed. Ride my face, as it were."

She shifted and I moved down on the bed a bit. As her leg went over my head I saw that she was indeed quite wet, and totally shaved. She held on to the headboard and lowered her pussy to my waiting tongue and mouth.

It wasn't long before we announced to the other apartments that Krystn had moaned and screamed in joy. She slid down my body until her wetness touched my cock. Then she did the magic that women who love sex can do. She slipped me inside without looking or using her hands. She moved so my entrance was slow and made with her whispered commentary.

"We are one. Now and always.'

"You fill me, body and soul."

"Enjoy me. I am yours."

We joined slowly and kissed, touched, caressed and fully pressed our lives together. As I approached my climax she knew and felt it. Krystn squeezed me and milked me until I was dry and wilting.

As I drifted towards sleep she was beside me, holding my cock in her hand and pressing her lips to mine. I whispered, "I love you. Now and always."

Moments later the alarm woke me. Another night had passed without me moving. Krystn shut the alarm off and rolled back to me.

"How do you like kissing morning breath?"

"How do you like kissing a mouth that last had your juices in it?"

Our answers were delivered with those disgusting mouths and neither of us was deterred at all. I thought she tasted like Heaven. She must like her own taste. Krystn opened to me again, in the light of morning, and I accepted. I spread her legs and nibbled my way to her center, taking delightful side trips along the way. When she was close and the moans became serious I moved up and entered her heat. 

Together we offered the missionary prayer of gratitude and then the doggy song of joy. Krystn got noisy at the end and my kissing her only muffled the noise a little. I filled her without a single thought of birth control or STD's.

As I fell beside her and held her in my arms the door opened and Maria came right in. She was smiling and her eyes twinkled.

"I know it's a good morning! Breakfast will be ready in about half an hour. Nick, what would you like to eat this morning?"

"I may be pushing my luck here but I'll give you my honest answer. I'd like to eat you, Maria. Krystn, you are incredible, and I'll bet you are a bit sensitive right now. Why don't you shower and get your day started and let me see if I can nibble my way to Maria's heart."

Krystn got out of bed and kissed Maria who was undressing. She closed the bathroom door behind her. I heard the water come on and I heard Krystn singing.

Maria's lips found mine and our dance began. She was considerably shorter than Krystn and darker. She straddled me and bent for her kisses. I think that sometimes Maria rubs something spicy on her lips before she kisses. It was different, and wonderful. Our hands explored each other and made ourselves at home. 

Maria offered her breasts to my mouth. I exhaled on one nipple, without touching it, and she moaned. I flicked it with my tongue and she arched her back. I sucked the nipple gently and she moaned louder.

"Nick, I am so wet I'm dripping. I want you inside me."

"Tongue or cock?"

"Both! Your cock!" Saying that she shifted and I was inside her. All the way inside her. I was ridden hard and when she came she matched Krystn's enthusiasm. As she trembled and slowed her motion I lifted my hips and showered her inside with my second load of the day.

When I looked past Maria's body I saw Krystn sitting in a chair on a towel with her hands in her pussy.

"You want more?"

She nodded. I waved her forward.

"My cock is done but my tongue still works, I think."

Krystn straddled my face and gave me her juices and her clit. I sucked on her clit and in a short while she screamed again.

We lay together on the bed resting and returning to something near normal when the door opened again. It was Pat.

"I know fucking is good but breakfast is getting cold. Krystn and Maria get out of here, you are a distraction. Nick, in the shower. Come on, people! Move."

We did as instructed, laughing. I got in the shower and Pat washed my body as I washed my hair and shaved. I tossed on clothes and we went to breakfast.

It was healthy and fun. We ate out on the courtyard tables while Krystn and Maria took some ribbing for being so noisy. Pat brought me a pad and a pen and sat by me after breakfast disappeared. She watched me write my thoughts for the service. She offered no suggestions. When I finished she read it and cried.

Pat sat in my lap and we kissed and held each other, letting the tears flow. Words were not needed.

When it was time to go we loaded into the van and went. An hour on the freeway and we arrived at Forest Lawn. At the gate we were directed to the site and saw a dozen chairs set up beside the casket. Jack and Linda were already seated.

Pat had thought of something I hadn't. She gave each person a pack of Kleenex and said when the service was over we would throw all our tears in the ground on the Kleenex. I stood, looking at her, stunned at how her mind worked.

The man from Forest Lawn spoke for about a minute then turned to me. I stood at the end of the casket and spoke.

"All my life I have been blessed by Walter John Peterson. Blessed by his love, his honesty, his ethics, and his heart. He taught me everything I know about being an adult and being a man. He showed me how to love a wife by how he loved my mother, and his second family. As I look at us I am aware that the legacy of his life sits here. He loved us and charges us to become the love, share the love, give the love so that whoever we touch is touched by his love, and ours." I paused.

"My prayer is that he is always present in our hearts, memories, and actions. That we carry on in joy, laughter and giving. He literally used his heart up, wore it out, loving all of us. I can think of no finer way to die. Amen."

I hugged everyone after they tossed their Kleenex into the vault where his casket would be. We walked back to the van and car and Krystn said, "I propose that I ride with Linda and Jack and that they come to our home. We can bbq and cook together and get to know each other better."

That is what happened. During the bbq we all talked and got Linda and Jack to share stories about growing up with Walt as Dad and father. My thoughts drifted to what needed to be done in order for me to really live in apartment number One. I went inside and called my boss at home in Newark. He understood, gave me his condolences and said he would do what needed to be done to transfer me to L.A.. I called my roommate in Newark and told him I was moving. He said he would organize a yard sale for the next weekend and asked if he could have first shot at some of my stuff. I said thanks and of course.

After Jack and Linda left I talked with my family. Pat could leave anytime I wanted as long as she was back before the twentieth to start compiling her month end reports. We decided to leave in two days. She called United and booked our flight. 




Walt's Gift



When it was dark and tired I said I was going to bed. Helen asked, "Do we need to ask every night if you want a partner?"

"No. From this day forward, I never want to sleep alone again. I never realized how I missed the love of being with someone in bed until you all brought that back to me. Since Diane died there has been an unacknowledged emptiness in my life. It is gone. I am so grateful for you all and each. I am alive again."

I didn't close the door when I went in. I showered and climbed into bed. A while later someone joined me. I didn't know who it was until morning. It was Linda. The two of us had breakfast alone and then went to her apartment. She showed me a drip that had developed in the bathroom sink. An hour later it was fixed. Dad had a wonderful room full of tools and repair parts near the back of the apartment building.

The rest of the day I visited the apartments repairing and making a list of things I wanted to do to and with these ladies.

As we sat having lunch on the patio Pat asked when I was going to ask about my inheritance. I wondered what she was talking about.

"Linda and Jack get the house and Buick. I get the apartments."

"Linda will get a check this week for one-hundred thousand dollars. Do you want to know how much your check is for?"

"I guess I do. I figured it was a hundred thousand, like Linda."

"None of us would ever say anything to Linda but when she cut us out Walt was really hurt. He didn't say that the distribution was based at all on the hurt, but I think maybe it was. It was also based on knowing what he was asking you to do after he was gone."

"Well?"

"Two point two million."

"You are serious?"

"Yes. I helped him with all the paperwork. It has been your money since the tenth of January. He found ways to give it to you so you wouldn't have to pay huge taxes on it."

"I think I should take all of us out for dinner tonight. Somewhere really nice. Know a place like that?"

"Yes, we do. Shanghi-Red's. Shall I make a reservation?"

"Yes. Is it far?"

"Half an hour tops."

"OK, then Shanghi Red's."

"It was Walt's favorite romantic restaurant."

"Mine too," I said.

After lunch I called my roommate in Newark and talked about the stuff he wanted and the stuff he was selling. I told him to let the bed go cheap, as well as most of my furniture. I wanted my chair and my stereo. He said he would not sell any of my clothes. I told him to sell all the winter clothes, or keep them for himself.

Helen came into my apartment and let me know she was going shopping and she wanted to know if I wanted or needed anything. I responded that I wanted a yellow pad and some pens. She smiled and showed me the stash of them in the credenza. I sat down and started making lists. Things to buy for the apartments. Things to get for my apartment. Things to remember to bring back from Newark.

I looked up from the lists and Pat was sitting on the floor watching me.

"Have you got some time for me?"

"Yes. What would you like?"

"Come with me, please. I want to share something with you."

She led me to her car and we drove a few minutes and parked. We were along side of a marina. Sailboats and power boats slipped past us. In the distance jets took off from an airport. She took my hand and we walked toward the breakwater. The air smelled of salt water, seagulls, sand and fish. Every fifty yards along the jetty there was a bench, facing the water. Out near the end of the jetty we stopped and I held her as we watched. We watched the gulls, the late afternoon sun as it approached the ocean, the various boats returning to the marina, and the other lovers walking the same path as we walked.

"You were married to Diane. I was with Walt when Diane died and he cried. He talked with us about how he worried about you."

"He was right to worry. I thought about jumping off a bridge. I thought about it more than once."

"I'm glad you didn't." She kissed me.

"I am too." I kissed her. "Why did you want to come here?"

"Walt liked coming here. I think he had a special place where he spent time with each of us. This was our place. I haven't talked about where he took anyone else with anyone else, so I don't know, but this is mine... ours."

"Do you like boats?"

"Yes, but not the ocean. I get seasick. Walt took me on a three day cruise to Mexico and I did fine but I went on a sail boat out there..." She pointed out from shore. "And I almost lost my lunch."

"I understand. No small boats."

"I didn't know what meeting you and being with you would be like. I thought I might be uncomfortable for a while. It wasn't like that. From the moment you called I felt like you have been in my heart forever. Loving you is easy."

"A week ago I didn't know you existed. My head still spins when I think about the promise I made to my Dad. I promised him I would love five women I had never met, for the rest of your lives! When we kissed in the hospital parking lot I was so safe I could cry. I already knew I was safe in your arms. Thank you."

"Where is Diane buried?"

"Newark."

"Can I go with you to her grave when we go back there?"

"Yes." I whispered. A gesture of love and comfort. Once again I was touched by how Pat's thinking worked.

We stood at the railing for a while. We walked a while. We sat on a bench for a while. Hunger arrived and sat with us for a while. Finally, he blocked the view and became insistent.

We held hands as we walked back to Pat's car. She called on her cell back to the apartments and after a short conversation she hung up. 

"Our reservations are in an hour and a half. Want a snack to hold you until dinner?"

"A little something would be good."

She drove us to a place she knew, Paco's Taco's. She ordered and brought a box back to the car. Two sodas and two tacos. I'd never had a taco like that. I knew I would have more.

One taco was just enough. Two hours later I was at a table with five beautiful women in the restaurant. The Windowed wall of the restaurant where we sat overlooked the harbor of Marina Del Rey. The sail and power boats glided by and we saw the pelicans and sea gulls as the night deepened. Dinner was incredible! Each of us ordered something different and then we shared. Krystn had an idea. She said, rather than passing our plates to share we could trade seats for a few minutes. I liked the idea.

Helen said she wanted to taste what I had, so we traded seats. I had been sitting between Pat and Linda. Then I was between Maria and Krystn. Every few minutes we traded seats and each time people moved I got kissed. Some people at nearby tables noticed that I was being kissed often. They also noticed we were laughing and touching as we enjoyed the meal. As we neared the end of our meal an older, well dressed man came to our table.

"I have seen all of you here many times. Each time with an older gentleman. I wonder, is he Ok?"

"My father passed away last week. He's fine. We are celebrating his life and our memories of him. Since you knew him, would you join us for a glass of wine?"

"Oh, I'm sorry to have intruded. Walt was a wonderful man. I'm glad I knew him even for the little that I did know him. I cannot join you for a drink but I certainly am honored that you came here for the celebration of Walt's life."

He shook my hand and left us.

A few minutes later a raspberry crème brule was delivered to our table. The waiter said, "From the manager." We each tasted it until it was gone. A few minutes passed and I motioned to a nearby waiter.

"May I have our check please?"

"Your check isn't coming. The manager paid the check."

I thanked him and stood. I pulled out my wallet and left a one hundred dollar tip. Linda and Helen held my arms as we walked out. Krystn drove us home and I sat on the bench behind the front bucket seats. Maria on one side and Helen on the other.

When the doors closed behind us Helen said, "Let's meet in the hot tub in five minutes."

"It won't be hot in five minutes," Krystn said.

"Yes it will! I turned it on before we left for dinner!" Krystn said. She was pulling at the tie behind her neck that held her dress on her. When it was untied the dress slipped down off her shoulders showing that the dress and thigh high stockings were all that she had on. She had already stepped out of her shoes.

"Allow me to assist with the rest," I said. I knelt and slowly peeled the stocking down her legs, one at a time. I kissed around the tops of the stockings and ran my hands from her ankles to the tops before beginning to peel them down. When I had the first one off I kissed her bare pussy.

The others took off their clothes while I attended to Krystn. When she was nude I kissed her pussy again and tasted her nectar. She held my head for a moment and then backed away. I looked up at her and she said, "Do me, do us all."

I looked and saw Pat, Linda, Helen and Maria standing by me in just stockings and heels. I was already hard from playing with Krystn's legs. Seeing the others waiting, smiling, produced a stronger reaction in my already crowded boxers.

Krystn folded her clothes and draped them over a chair. She went to the hot tub. I concentrated on Pat, Helen and Maria in that order. I did not hurry. Maria watched me with each of her sisters and when I touched her legs she moaned.

"You Ok?" I asked.

"I am so turned on that I'm going to cum before I even get to the hot tub."

"Really? May I help?"

I did the exact same ritual with her that I had done with the others. When I kissed her pussy the first time she pressed my face into her slit and held me there. I tongued her clit and she screamed! Her body shook and she held onto my head like she might fall without it.

"I knew she wouldn't make it!" Helen called from the hot tub.

I finished taking off her stockings and then she undressed me. When I slipped into the hot tub I was greeted with touches and kisses. Each woman presented me with her wet tits to kiss and fondle. 

We didn't have the bubbles on, just the circulating hot water. It was mostly quiet in our domain until Maria asked, softly, "Nick, If I kiss Krystn will you think I'm a lesbian?"

"No, because you aren't."

"I'm not?"

"Not in my mind. You are a woman. Who you kiss, who you are affectionate with does not define you. You define you. I'm beginning to think that the six of us are less me with five wives and more six lovers married in body and soul to each other."

"Do you feel married to us?" Helen asked.

"Yes. And the feeling gets reinforced every moment. I have no history of loving, intimately, more than one person at a time, but in my heart I see each of you as my life partner, my wife."

"You haven't known us for even a week."

"And?"

"Can you say you love us as your wife in less than a week?"

"My Dad taught me not to lie. I'm not going to lie. I'm just telling you haw I feel and the commitment I'm making. At some moment in the future I may be upset or crazy and not feel like being married to one or more of you. I will still be married to you, committed to your life working, no matter how I feel at any given moment."

"Oh." Maria said. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"

"Yes. Almost constantly since I called Pat the other night."

"Nick and I are leaving tomorrow. I'm going to bed now. Anyone who isn't sleeping with Nick can join me, if you like," Pat said. She kissed each of us and stepped out of the tub. She gathered her clothes and went to number two.

I said, "She's right, we are leaving tomorrow. I want to go so I can get back, but I don't want to go." I kissed each of them and stepped out. My clothes were stacked and folded nearby so I gathered them and went to number one.

When my ritual was over I slipped into bed. Helen joined me. As she slid into bed she asked, "Would you join with me?"

"Yes. Tell me how to please you, please."

"Ever so slowly at first and then faster. I'm already very wet. I love it when Walt sucks my breasts hard, and pulls my nipples. After, hold me and kiss me."

"Earlier, you tasted so good to me. Can I lick you now?"

"I'll cum if you do."

"Would you like that?"

"Yes! Walt was really good at that. Krystn says you eat pussy as good as Walt."

"Do you scream?"

"No. I'm pretty quiet."

My lips went to hers and we kissed. She melded with me in that kiss. I used to believe the would surrender meant giving up. I discovered, in that kiss, that surrender means welcoming, totally. I kissed my way from her mouth to her breasts. Soft kisses all over her breasts and then on her areola nd nipples. I could surround her areola and nipple with my mouth, flicking the nipple with my tongue and I sucked the rest. 

Helen's hands held my head tightly to her breast. I sucked and released, sucked and released. Her nipple grew in my mouth and Helen moaned softly.

I drew back, stretching her breast away from her chest until it popped from my mouth. When it did she moaned deeper and I moved to her other breast.

"Harder, Nick. Suck me harder, please!"

I did. With my hand I squeezed her other breast. As I sucked one I pinched the nipple of the other. I pulled it. Her moans became almost animal sounds. No words, just low rumbling sounds from deep within her. Her legs wrapped around my body and she started to thrust against me.

"I'm close," She panted. "Oh Honey, I'm close!"

I shifted above her and felt my cock find home. Somehow I found her entrance and slid inside her. Slowly. One long, slow, slide inside her tight, welcoming sheath.

When I was all the way in I held still. I stopped flicking her nipple and released the pinch of her other nipple. Her eyes popped open and she looked like she was about to speak. My hips began to pull back. As slowly as I could I pulled back until I just touched her outer lips. I stopped.

Seconds passed. Her mouth opened and she thrust against me. I kissed her open mouth and filled her pussy as slowly as I could manage.

"Faster! Please Honey, faster I'm so close! I want to cum! I want you to cum inside me!"

"Cum now, Helen. Cum now!" I slammed in all the way, hard. I pulled back and slammed in again. Both my hands grabbed her areolas and pinched. And again, slamming in hard pressing my pubic bone against hers with her clit trapped between us.

Her back arched, her body stiffened and she screamed! As the long wail started to wane she started to shake. I held on and enjoyed the ride. Long seconds passed and then she opened her eyes. I kissed her.

"You didn't cum."

"No, but I think you did."

"God, yes! Now, fill me! I want to be filled."

I shifted us until she was on her knees in front of me and I was sliding into her from behind. 

"Helen, you feel so good! Hard and fast, I want to fill you."

My hips pistoned my cock in and out of her as my hands held her hips. I was getting close.

"Spank me! Slap my ass!"

My right hand slapped her ass cheek and as it did I spurted my first load into Helen. Pulse after pulse until I was done. I held on tight and rode the feelings. As I started to soften I pulled out and dropped to the bed next to Helen.

"Put your pussy on my mouth, Helen. I'm not done with you."

She looked at me like I was from Mars but moved over me and lowered her pussy to my mouth. I drank all the mixed nectar from her and brought her to two more orgasms as I did so. When she finally lay next to me we were both exhausted.

"God, Nick! Now I know what your Dad meant when he used the phrase, 'rode hard and put away wet."

Ten seconds later we were both asleep.

The alarm didn't wake us. Pat did. She walked in, stripped down and joined us in bed. She kissed me and said, "You certainly like eatin pussy don't you?"

I smiled and pulled her and Helen close. They kissed and Pat said, "Well, is he a keeper?"

Helen nodded and said, "I've never cum so hard in my life!"

"We know! You screamed last night! You woke Maria and I up."

"No! I don't scream!"

I smiled at Helen and nodded. She blushed.

"What shall we do for breakfast?"

"Let's go to Dinah's on the way to the airport!" Helen bounded from the bed. We dressed and did exactly that. Dinah's had twenty different kinds of pancakes and the service was good, fast and fun. Krystn dropped us at the airport and we were off to Newark.

As we flew I thought about how my Dad had changed my life again. I was sitting next to Pat, holding hands and still being able to picture and remember joining with Helen, Pat, Maria and Krystn. Linda made me promise that she was sleeping with me when we got back. I wondered what the next year would bring.