4 comments/ 22125 views/ 10 favorites Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 01 By: Jeremydcp ------- PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a direct continuation - an epilogue of sorts - to "Island Fever". In order to understand this story and the unique situation that its characters find themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with "Island Fever" and its plot line. In other words, if you have not read "Island Fever", do not attempt to bother with this. As an epilogue, this story will not be near as long as the original. I am writing it due to reader request and demand. ------- Chapter 1: "Nineteen" -- Wednesday, December 4, 2013 -- "Watch your step, Krissy," I said to my wife, taking her by the hand and guiding her along the beautiful shoreline on the western side of the island. I helped her climb over a collection of humungous, gray rocks, which had been polished smooth by many centuries of pounding surf, and then along a narrow waterway which led to a lagoon 200 feet inland. Kristanna stopped once we reached our destination and surveyed the picture-perfect surroundings, then took a swig of her sports drink. "Is there any reason why the water in this lagoon always seems to have a reddish tent to it?" I raised an eyebrow at her. "I never told you about the background and history concerning this particular lagoon?" Kristanna glanced at me curiously. "No. Enlighten me?" I nodded. "A hundred years ago, there was a tiny village on this island. The people who lived here - whenever someone was sick or injured - they would take them to this lagoon because all of them believed it had healing powers. More often than not, the people felt better after staying here for an extended period of time. The water, as you noticed, has that reddish tent to it. That is the main reason why the islanders back in those days believed it had those so-called mythical, healing powers. They were enthralled by it. I have done a lot of research on this island's history over the years and heard all of the legends and stories." "Is there a reason why the water is red?" "It's a very technical reason," I advised her. "It is because of the iron oxide in the volcanic soil that flows down from the mountain. A scientist told me that once." "Iron oxide?" Kristanna countered, suddenly confused. "That is WAY beyond my comprehension!" She hesitated before adding, "Is the water safe to go into?" "Of course it is," I responded. "How can the water heal you if you don't go into it?" I laughed at her in a teasing, playful manner. "Use your brain, Krissy!" "You've got a good point," the 24-year-old pouted, seeming semi-embarrassed. "That was pretty dumb of me to ask. And if it was unsafe, you would not have took me here today so we could go swimming in it. I should have known better." I shook my head at her and smiled. "Nah ... you're fine. It wasn't a dumb question at all. No question is dumb." Unbuttoning the multi-colored sarong from her slender hips and allowing it to fall harmlessly to the ground beneath her, Kristanna eyed the water as I smiled at her in appreciation. Oh dear Lord, I said inwardly. What a sight... Kristanna was an all-natural, athletic beauty with looks to kill, but for those people (like me) who claim it is what is inside that truly counts, this girl had it going there, too. Kristanna had an amazing, effervescent personality; she was bubbly, excited, enthusiastic and forever full of life. Most of all, however, Kristanna loved to laugh. She was an eternal ray of sunshine who had brightened and energized my life like no one ever had before. Dressed in a metallic gold two-piece bikini that sparkled in the sunlight which peaked through the vast canopy of trees above us, the tall, statuesque blonde with the skyscraper legs took a deep breath and then dove into the reddish water. My arms folded, I stood there and patiently waited for her to come up for breath. I figured this may be entertaining. "It's cold!" she screeched, literally hopping out of the water (but thanks to gravity, going right back into it). Her arms covering her front, Kristanna shivered theatrically and glared up at me. "You didn't say it was cold, Jeremy!" Watching her thrash about in the water was almost comical. "What did you expect, dear?" I countered, motioning toward the vast, open area behind her. "Get out of the shade and swim to the sunlight over there. It will be much warmer." When I peeled off my t-shirt, Kristanna licked her lips and seductively clicked her teeth at me, then turned and began swimming for warmer pastures. I dove into the lagoon as well, the water quickly chilling my body but certainly not my desire, then emerged and swam to where Kristanna was leisurely treading in the warm sunlight. My bride of over three months looked spectacular with the glow of the mid-afternoon sun shining down upon her. Eyes closed, she tilted her head back, lifting her face to the high heavens in the process, and sighed contently. Once I reached Kristanna, I brought both of my hands to her face and kissed those enticing, irresistible lips. She responded in kind, linking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth to accept my probing, anxious tongue. "Hmmmmm ... you taste salty," she murmured, kissing me with a fervor and passion that rivaled my own. "Am I warming you up at all?" "Uh huh," Kristanna nodded, full of zest, as I trailed both hands downward and cupped her lush, tight backside beneath the surface of the water. She hooked her right leg around my waist and purred, "I'm not quite there yet, though. You need to warm me up some more." "I have no problem with that." Kristanna smiled, then brought her left hand to my face and offered a soothing, languid kiss. When she slipped her own tongue into my mouth, my right hand immediately drifted upward toward one of her breasts. As we continued to kiss each other in a slow, romantic fashion, I cupped and cradled her taut, firm breast through the thin bikini top she wore. Both of us moaned simultaneously, and soon I was squeezing her breast a bit rougher than before. At the same time, I coiled my left arm around Kristanna's shoulder and pulled her tighter against me. Our mutual kiss intensified and before I knew what was happening next, the young woman reached between our pressed bodies and massaged the hard, aching lump that was tucked away in my shorts. Our tongues danced and intermingled together as the kiss became rather heated and passionate. I drove my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting all of its sweet recesses. I swiped away at her teeth, her gums, the area underneath her tongue, as well as the roof her mouth and its velvety, inner walls. I slipped my left hand downward and began to squeeze and prod away at Kristanna's tight, bikini-clad ass. Meanwhile, my other hand continued to cup and grope one of her luscious breasts. Soon, we had to break the kiss in order to catch our collective breaths. It had become that intense. I used this opportunity to dispose of her gold top, whisking it up and over her head, and tossing it to shore. She placed the palm of her left hand directly onto my chest, over my heart, and held it there for several seconds. I responded by squeezing a bare, firm breasts with my own hand. After several seconds of mutual groping, I kissed the very tip of Kristanna's nose and she giggled at me. The two of us maintained eye contact as my mouth slowly but surely descended toward her one of her breasts - or more specifically, its puffy nipple. As my lips closed around it, Kristanna let out a long-winded sigh and wrapped both arms around the back of my head. As if it were nourishment, I eagerly sucked and slurped away at her erect nipple. Above me as the two of continued to tread water in the lagoon, Kristanna moaned and sighed, while voicing her approval at the same time. Meanwhile, I pumped her opposite breast with my right hand. Kristanna ran her long, supple fingers through my short brown hair, while massaging and rubbing my scalp. "I don't know about you, Jeremy, but I'm HUNGRY." I chuckled as Kristanna pushed my head away from her breast. She gave me a beguiling, devilish grin, then turned and began swimming toward dry land. I quickly followed, of course, and once I reached the nearby shoreline, Kristanna was already on her knees waiting for me. I slipped my belt off and then maneuvered my trunks downward. Once they were at my feet, I kicked them off and steadied myself before my blushing bride. My erection, needless to say, was already jostling back-and-forth in front of Kristanna's immaculate, unblemished face. As she smiled and gently grasped my shaft with her left hand, I shook my head at her. "I love you, sweetheart. Our life has been wild and crazy over the past several months - juggling and trying to keep four other women happy - but you are the glue that holds everything together. I love you." On her knees, Kristanna glanced up at me, her eyes aglow with passion and lust. I could not help but to shudder with arousal as the 24-year-old extended her tongue and offered my erection a teasing swipe. She giggled at my response, then slowly ran her tongue along the pulsing length of my cock. "Do you like this?" she squealed at me, holding back a laugh at the same time. She already knew the answer. "Oh yes!" I exclaimed. "Ohhhhh sweetheart ... ohhhhh ... you know I do. That mouth could bring about world peace." She snickered at my praise, a happy expression upon her face. I would find it very difficult to go on in life without Kristanna's mouth to service my cock. I gasped as Kristanna's left hand slowly tightened itself around my enlarged shaft. Again she giggled, this time while giving it a couple of hard squeezes. What a powerful sight; her piercing, blue eyes were in direct contact with mine as she lovingly caressed and squeezed my erection. But then... A deep, guttural moan escaped from Kristanna's throat as she slipped my shaft between her pouty, red lips. As her left hand cupped my testicles and gently kneaded them, she closed her moist lips around my swollen member and began to feverishly suck upon it. She then moved her left hand to the very base of my shaft and started to pump away. Within a matter of seconds, Kristanna was working my cock in-and-out of her mouth at a steady, but not fast speed. A hungry growl escaped her throat as she looked up at me, which in turn caused me to sigh. Seeing her mouth stuffed full of my cock, those precious lips forming a nice, big 'O' around its diameter, as she looked up at me was a definite turn-on. I growled with sheer passion as I felt the tip of my cock collide with the back of Kristanna's throat with each intake. The collisions came quicker too, due to the increasing speed of her head as she bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection. Meanwhile, she continued to pump the base of my shaft with her left hand. I was, quite obviously, in Heaven! Kristanna made a loud gagging noise as her cheeks hollowed around my hard cock, her head now bobbing back-and-forth at absolute warp speed. She was sucking me off like there was no tomorrow; as if this was her last act on Earth. I roared in pure passion above her while reaching the boiling point. All of a sudden, the Norwegian goddess whipped my shaft out of her mouth. In one quick motion, she tightened her grip upon its base and extended her luscious tongue from her wide-open mouth. She aimed my cock at her tongue... Then I exploded in desire as a thick strand of sperm shot out from my shaft and splattered over Kristanna's tongue. She began pumping away at me with her hand, wanting more. I obliged her, as a series of heavy spurts erupted from within me and covered Kristanna's lovely, charming face. The whole time, of course, I continued to moan while getting the royal treatment from my angel bride. Yes, this was Heaven. Once my shaft was drained of all its juicy sperm, I opened my eyes and looked down at Kristanna. Her face and long blonde hair were soaked in my juice, but she sure did not seem to mind. In fact, Kristanna was giggling in lust as she wiped her face with her fingertips, then sucked each dry. "Oh, you are definitely a sweetheart," I grinned while dropping to my knees and kissing a dry spot on her forehead. "I love you, little Miss Kris - more than you'll ever know." She continued giggling while sucking her fingertips dry of all the thick jizz. "I love you too, Jeremy." I hooked an arm around her midriff and pulled her down onto the ground with me. Now lounging on our sides and luxuriating in the warmth of the sand beneath us, I brought her right hand to my lips and kissed it tenderly. "How are you doing, peaches?" I asked her. "Still cold?" "Not anymore," she responded, grinning. "I'm glad you suggested that we come here - back to the island for a short vacation - while our home is still being built in Norway," I gently told her. "What a nice vacation this has turned out to be. The island brings back a lot of good memories for the other girls as well, you know." Kristanna nodded her head. "The vacation idea works out perfectly. Everyone except Devvy - only because she doesn't want to - gets to spend some time with their family prior to the Christmas holiday. We have another week-and-a-half on the island and then, in Ohio, you and I have two days with your family, you and Lindsay will have two days with her mom and three sisters, and then you get to try your luck with Amy's parents yet again and devote two days to them, too. Then two more days, this time in Canada, where all of us can spend time with Trish's family. We will make it back home - to Norway - just in time for Momma's Christmas Eve dinner of lutefisk and lefse. I cannot wait!" "I cannot believe Christmas is only three weeks away." Kristanna pouted at me. "When are you going to tell the rest of your family about the true nature of our marriage and the other relationships that we have? Your father is really cool about it, though he says the idea is not for him. But when are you telling the rest of your family?" "I don't know, Krissy," was my honest response. "I do not know how my mother would react if she knew that my newlywed bride and I have four live-in girlfriends who all have the aspiration - some more than others, mind you - of one day also becoming my bride in a polygamous marriage. My mother is very old-school, and would not understand that." "She is your mother, Jeremy," Kristanna advised me. "If your mother loves you - and I know for a fact that she does - she will be accepting and supportive of you no matter the decisions you have made with your personal life." I gulped my throat as Kristanna continued, "The same goes for your two brothers and one sister. Families support each other." "That is why I have always been up-front and honest with my own parents," she added. "Momma and Papa had their worries at first, sure, when I said I was bringing you and four other girls - all mutual lovers of ours - with me to Norway before our wedding a few months ago. But I had a long talk with Momma and Papa, and said this is the life I want to lead. They asked if I was truly happy, and I said yes. It was really all they needed to know." "Your mother and father are very unique," I reminded her. "Trish's family had a very similar reaction when she told them about her life as well," Kristanna mused. "Trish told her mother and father, and her two sisters, that she was madly in love with Lindsay, but also loved the rest of us, too - me, you, Devvy and Amy - and wanted to build a group relationship that lasts a lifetime. Trish's family loves her, and was supportive of her decisions. They were very nice and receptive toward all of us." I shook my head at her. "Same thing - Trish has a very unique family. On the other hand, I do not think my mother - or even my two brothers and one sister - would be anywhere near as accepting. Well, my one brother from Kentucky - Steve - would not mind. He simply would not care. But Dan and Di would not like the idea of our relationship. I know for a fact that my mother would be totally against it." "They are your family, Jeremy," Kristanna insisted. "It may take some time, but they will support you. That is what families do." She offered up a serious pout and grumbled, "I just hate the idea of going to a Christmas celebration and dinner with you and your family in a few weeks, while Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy are all cooped-up and hid away in a hotel. They should have the opportunity to go, too." "In the future they will, honey," I promised her. "I'm just not ready to tell my family about the others just yet." "Lindsay needs to tell her own family the truth, too," Kristanna nodded. "Trish really deserves to meet Lindsay's family and needs to get to know them. They are under the impression that Lindsay is engaged to you, Jeremy, and no one else. But the main person in her life is Trish. Don't you think it is wrong that Trish has never met Lindsay's family?" "Lindsay comes from a very religous background," I tried to tell Kristanna. "Her father was a minister before he passed away over a year ago. I cannot envision Lindsay's mother, after being told that she is in a relationship with five other people - four women and one man - is going to throw open her arms and hug her, and say everything is okay." Kristanna rolled away from me, and slipped back into the rippling water of the lagoon. "You're just a big scaredy cat, Jeremy. All of you are." She offered another pout, but this time it was playful and teasing. "Afraid to tell your family of all the happiness you now have in your life." Her head now the only part of her body above water, Kristanna turned with a giggle and began swimming away. ------- It had been some three-and-a-half months since the date of August 23, 2013, which of course was when Kristanna and I were married under a twilight sky on the beach in her native country of Norway. Along with the other women who also shared intimate roles in both of our lives - namely Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - Kristanna and I had been on quite the whirlwind of a ride over the previous 14-plus weeks. Following the glorious wedding ceremony and reception, Kristanna and I (along with the other ladies) began our honeymoon with a two week visit to Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It was there that Trish, who had been a life-long resident of the area, was reunited with her own family. Despite our unique relationship, Trish's family treated us with all of the class and hospitality that one could possibly ask for. Our little entourage then ventured off to Paradise Island in the Bahamas for a three week stay at the world-famous Atlantis resort and casino. The honeymoon, which lasted for six whole weeks, ended with a week in Cincinnati, Ohio (Lindsay, Amy and yours truly all had family there). In early October, we returned to what was going to be our new home - Norway - and began making plans to have a mansion built on the 300-acre farm that Kristanna's parents had owned and operated since 1979. It was going to be on the complete opposite side of the property from the house where her parents lived now. A top-notch construction company was hired and broke ground on October 25, and with multiple crews and round-the-clock labor, they estimated our 30,000 square foot home would be completed by August 2014. The month of November allowed several of us to settle into our new surroundings and get acclimated to life in Norway. The entire lower level of Kristanna's family home, once a basement, had been converted into a comfortable living room and that was where the six of us were routinely staying. Devon occupied herself with Kristanna in the full-service bakery and ice cream parlor which was part of the family farm. Trish and Lindsay helped out in the stables, looking after all of the many horses and ponies, while Amy embraced her new role as house maid and cook by aiding Rande (Kristanna's mother) with routine, daily household chores. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 01 I worked closely with my new father, Kristof, who gave me a crash course on what it took to run a successful farm. The idea was that once he retired, the farm was going to passed onto Kristanna and yours truly so it would stay in the family for (hopefully) generations to come. Previously, I knew nothing about the ins and the outs of owning and operating a farm. But I was learning and had Kristanna by my side and, with financial resources not being a concern, I was fairly confident in our ability to one day turn a consistent profit just as the family did now. It sure was difficult and tiring work, though. The hard, manual labor was something I had not been subjected to since my teen-age years. It was a far cry from my days in the boardrooms of multi-million dollar companies, as well as all the many years of relaxing in the sun here on the island. But the farm was something new to me, and I more than welcomed the challenge. Plus, Kristanna was so incredibly overwhelmed with happiness when I told her of my desire to one day take over the family business and make it our own. She had spent her entire life on the farm and truly dreaded the idea of her parents selling it to some random stranger one day in the future. Now, that was not going to happen. What about the other ladies? Kristanna had her own little thing going with Devon. The two of them had been literally inseparable while in Norway, working in the bakery and ice cream parlor, and spending the majority of the rest of their time together as well. Since Devon was clearly Kristanna's favorite, that worked out great for me. I naturally hogged a huge chunk of Kristanna's time (since she was my wife, you know), so I was afforded the opportunity to be around Devon quite often, and get to further my own relationship with her. I did not have a clear-cut favorite of my own when it came to our collection of live-in girlfriends, but if I had to pick one, it would most likely be Amy (with Lindsay as a very close second). Amy was a completely different person than she was from when I first met her back in June. With her medical issues now under control and the fact that she was in a safe, loving environment for the first time ever in her life, Amy had turned quite respectful and passive. She was no longer cold or abrasive when dealing with others, either. Amy had that submissive side to her personality, of course, and she and I were still experimenting with that while I developed dominant tendencies to help control and protect her. It was a long and slow process, indeed, and I still could only force myself to be strict and demanding with her about once a week. But Amy was patient. When she and I did enter that mindset, though, things got very intense; we could literally break down the walls with our passion and desire. While Kristanna and Devon spent a lot of time together, the same could be said for Trish and Lindsay. I still found it remarkable that these two ladies were back together after basically not speaking to each other for an entire month during their initial six week stay on the island. By no means was I complaining, though. In my mind, Trish and Lindsay truly belonged together. They always did. Lindsay explained their troubles from months ago as her simply being scared. Trish was looking for a long-term commitment from Lindsay shortly after meeting her. Only age 18 at the time and fresh out of high school, the idea of a commitment was foreign to Lindsay, and Trish, for lack of a better term, sort of spooked her with all that talk. Lindsay claimed that she never stopping loving and caring for Trish, despite the fact she asked her to back off and basically stay away from her. It was her way of putting up a shield to ward off all the talk from Trish about commitment. But as time went on, Lindsay began to realize that staying and building a life with us was not such a scary thing after all. Once Lindsay finally understood that she would never find the type of love and compassion that we could offer her, she decided to commit to us. Lindsay apologized to Trish, and suddenly all was right in the world between them. Both of them now openly spoke about spending the next 50 years together in bliss, and one day being little, old ladies who still lusted after each other on a daily basis. I had an excellent relationship with Trish that had its fair share of romantic and intimate moments, but she and I had mostly reverted back to friend status like we were for the overall majority of her initial stay on the island. It was fine, though, and I was not complaining. Trish loved Lindsay so much. No one - not me, not Kristanna or anyone else - even came close in comparison. Lindsay was by far and away Trish's favorite, and the one person she wanted to focus most (if not all) of her energy and attention on. I honestly did not know if Lindsay looked at me as her favorite of the whole group anymore. Originally it was me, but she had grown so incredibly close with Trish over the past few months that I simply did not know anymore. Either way, it was fine. But as time went on, I had the sneaking suspicion that Trish would eventually pull out far ahead of me in Lindsay's mind, and ultimately leave me in the dust. I would be remiss if I did not mention the one lady who, as I look back on things, I was attracted to the most (aside from Kristanna) during her brief visit to the island. A sensationally beautiful and intelligent young woman who had been trapped in a career as an exotic dancer for more than a decade, I fell in love from the outset with Pamela and did everything I could to convince her to stay on the island with Kristanna and yours truly. I desperately wanted to rescue Pamela from the doldrums of her life, and provide her with the love and happiness that she so richly deserved. I could have done it, too. I know for a fact that I could have given Pamela everything that she had ever hoped and dreamed for. Unfortunately, in the end, Pamela could not see devoting herself to a polygamous relationship where she would (in her very own words) "clearly be at the lower half of the totem pole". Not only did Pamela want to be loved unconditionally (which I tried to convince her that we would provide for her), but she also wanted to be the unquestioned center of someone's universe. In other words - very simply - Pamela wanted to be in a monogamous, one-on-one relationship. She was not interested in the bells and whistles of splitting herself romantically amongst a group of people. Despite the mutual feelings we had for one another, Pamela opted to end her stay on the island early, and return to her life as an exotic dancer in Maryland. Of course, the series of arguments we had prior to her departure certainly did not help matters. Yet to this day - a good five months after seeing her last - I have to admit that I still missed Pamela. Not only did I miss her, but I was also worried about her. Pamela was still incredibly angry at me for the things which transpired during her final days on the island and, as a result, she refused to speak to me or accept any offer of help or assistance to better her situation in life. I even attempted to wire $100,000 (USD) to her bank account, but found it bounced back and returned days later. When I tried to send her $500,000, it was returned as well, along with a bitter e-mail that claimed she did not want my pity. It was at this point when I finally decided to give up on Pamela. She was not going to accept my help no matter what. It was time to move on, and focus on the positive things. Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy! All of these ladies were now light years ahead of Pamela in my book. They offered me their commitment, and thus, I allowed my emotions and love for them to run wild with it. A week-and-a-half ago, with the temperature in Norway routinely dipping down into the 25 degree Fahrenheit range, Kristanna suggested that a way for us to beat the unwelcome cold was to return here - to the island - and spend a couple of weeks in the heated tropics throughout December before returning home in time for Christmas. Of course, we also had plans of making a holiday visit to both Cincinnati and Toronto before going back to Norway because some of us (as I alluded to earlier) had families in those respective cities. In our absence since the end of July, the island had been looked after by an older married couple - friends of mine - from Peru by the names of Harold and Juanita. Whenever I had left the island for an extended amount of time in the past, I would pay Harold and Juanita a sizable amount of money and get them to house-sit for me. So all it took was a telephone call to Harold and Juanita saying that I would be coming back to the island for a brief visit. They quickly packed up their belongings and left to return to the mainland. Needless to say, once I arrived here with Kristanna and the rest of the ladies just four days ago, it seemed like nothing on the island or in the mansion had been touched. Everything was clean and sparkling; much the same as when we left it several months ago. Our plan was to vacation on the island until December 14, then travel to Ohio and stay there until December 21. After two days in Canada, we would arrive in Norway (which was a two day flight with the long lay-over) on Christmas Day and have a holiday dinner with Kristanna's parents that evening. I was really looking forward to spending Christmas with my new wife and extended family. I hoped that there would be 40 or 50 more before my time on Earth was up. ------- After an afternoon full of delight with Kristanna at the lagoon, I found myself playing a spirited game of air hockey with Trish in the recreation room of the estate on the island. At one time in my life - when I was still in high school - I was nearly unbeatable in air hockey. All of my friends would challenge me at the local arcade, only to come up short and fail miserably. Sometimes, I would intentionally let them jump out to a 5-0 lead before I came back and won, 6-5. I always seemed to get a sense of satisfaction out of that. But nowadays, Trish was the undisputed champion when it came to air hockey. She would regularly beat me at the game, but not before allowing me to think that I miraculously had the upper hand, only to then smash my hopes of defeating her at the last possible second with the winning shot. Maybe I was starting to get old? Just maybe? Nah... "I win again!" Trish squealed, jumping up and down, after depositing the decisive goal in my face. "You cheated!" Trish gasped and made a face. "I did not!" "Yes you did!" I exclaimed, being funny. "You cheated!" "How can you possibly cheat at air hockey?" "Hey you two!" Lindsay greeted us, walking into the room. Trish and I put an end to our so-called disagreement, and turned our total attention toward Lindsay. "There's my birthday girl!" Trish proclaimed, which caused Lindsay to smile and blush momentarily. "How you doing, honey doll? How does it feel to finally be 19?" "I feel older," Lindsay admitted. "But not near as old as Jeremy. Jeremy is hardcore ancient." "HEY!" I growled at her, albeit playfully. "I'm only 39. It's not like I'm collecting social security, you know." "You were around when the dinosaurs got fossilized," she deadpanned, again teasing me. Trish was laughing at Lindsay. "Did you just call Jeremy HARDCORE ANCIENT? I don't even know what that means!" "I have a mind to put you over my knee, Lindsay, and show you the type of spanking that this old man can administer to you," was my light-hearted warning for her. "Oh ... I wouldn't want you to tire out before your bed time," she shot back, giggling. Lindsay really enjoyed playing up and emphasizing the disparity in our ages. As Devon predicted in the past, Lindsay did look at me as sort of a father figure to her, and she truly loved the idea of being with an older man. Hey, I was not complaining. And yes indeed, today was Lindsay's birthday. On this special date - December 4 - some 19 years ago, the miracle of Lindsay happened. Once the apple of her daddy's eye, Lindsay was definitely all grown-up standing before me now, with her long-flowing, windswept blonde hair and a loose-fitting pink top with a deep, plunging neckline that displayed a generous amount of her humble cleavage. She also had on a pair of hip-hugging faded jeans, and I noticed a cellular telephone with a wire attached clipped to her belt. "Did you talk to your mom yet today?" Trish asked Lindsay. "Oh yes, we talked for a long time earlier," she replied. "Mom wanted to wish me a happy birthday and was curious as to what I was up to with Jeremy. I told her that we were back on the island for a vacation, but would be coming to Ohio for a quick visit in a few weeks." "You need to tell your mom about me!" Trish beamed. "One day I will," Lindsay murmured. "Just not yet..." "I understand, baby." Trish smiled at Lindsay and cooed, "Do you know what my ultimate fantasy is?" "What's that?" Trish smiled again. "To one day have a beautiful, lavish wedding like Jeremy and Kristanna did, but to marry you. To walk that aisle, and have you as my bride, and me as yours. And for your family to be there, and share in our joy." Lindsay's sweet-cheeks face turned beet-red and she glanced away for a moment, but she quickly re-focused upon Trish and nodded at her in an appreciative manner. "You know I love you," Trish added, stepping forward and moving her lips close to Lindsay's mouth. She kissed her and swooned, "I love you more than anything. There is nothing that I won't do in order to make you happy." "I love you too, baby," Lindsay declared, bringing a finger to her own mouth and gently wiping it. She then wrapped both arms around Trish's shoulders and embraced her warmly. Due to that little exchange, I now had a full-blown, raging erection. Watching these two charming ladies hug and snuggle on each other almost always did the trick. I approached Lindsay from behind and latched onto her belt with my right hand, then gently pulled her away from Trish and into my own loving embrace. I encircled her completely, resting my chin atop her right shoulder. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," I offered. "We'll have a party for you later." "I love parties!" Lindsay chirped. I gave her backside a good, hard swat, though, which caused the young woman to jump unexpectedly and glare back at me with shocked, yet disapproving eyes. "What was THAT for?" "For saying that I am hardcore ancient," I grinned. ------- Perhaps an hour or so later, I was walking by the guest cottage and noticed that someone was actually inside. Curious, I strolled over to investigate and then smiled as I realized that the one and only Amy was inside. With her cleaning cart in tow, the luscious red-head was hard at work. She was currently down on one knee, dusting the side of the large oakwood desk that was located in the living room. Still smiling, I then shook my head at the mere sight of Amy. What had possessed her to even come to the guest cottage and want to clean it? This place was rarely used. Well, I knew why Amy was here. She wanted to impress and do a good job. The 31-year-old wanted to take on the role of Louisa, the former housekeeper here on the island (who was now officially retired), and do the majority of the cooking and cleaning for our little entourage from this point forward. Amy believed that becoming our personal maid went well with her submissive tendencies and training. "What are you doing?" I asked with a grin, opening the front door and then stepping into the guest cottage. The enchantress turned toward me as I went on, "I never asked you to clean this cottage. No one ever even comes here." "Well ... I haven't hit this place since we arrived back here four days ago," she responded, nodding her head. "Just in case you or someone else wants to come here, Jeremy, I wanted to make sure that it was at least clean." "It already is clean," I advised her. "Harold and Juanita touched up everything before they left." "Nothing is ever truly clean," Amy corrected me, furiously twirling a feather duster along the back wall of furniture. "You sure have gotten into this cleaning role and truly embraced it," I observed. "I am glad it gives you a daily purpose, Amy, since you say that is what you need." "I need structure and goals," she clarified. "And believe it or not, but I love to cook and clean. I'm good at it. And the doctor thinks this is good for me, too." I motioned toward the nearby sofa and mused, "Take a break with me for a little bit. Sit down and relax for awhile." "You sure?" Amy asked, as I went over to the sofa and took a seat. I nodded and then she sashayed over as well, and sat down beside me. "I haven't had a break all day. I woke up and fixed breakfast, and have been busy ever since." I smiled at her. "You do all of the things that I ask you each day. You even do MORE than I ask you. Yet you also find ways to spend plenty of time with the other girls. You're so polite and courteous nowadays ... and you are forever looking to please me. I couldn't ask for a better submissive." "I couldn't ask for a better Master," Amy cooed. When I reclined against the arm of the sofa, I brought Amy down with me. Amy settled her back upon my front as I linked both hands together at her midriff, and then she wiggled about in a very content and gracious manner. "What do you have planned for Lindsay's birthday party tonight in terms of dinner?" "What would you like me to fix?" was her timid response. I chuckled at Amy. She sure was quite the submissive. "I want you to make that decision, sweetheart. Do not rely on me for everything. Surprise me tonight. Surprise us." "I'll think of something, I suppose." "I doubt Lindsay would enjoy dinner if I were the one to cook it," I grinned. "In fact, none of you girls would enjoy it. Jeremy's Chicken Surprise can only go so far." "Jeremy's Chicken Surprise?" Amy giggled. "I would like to have a taste of that one day." "I'm more of a clean-up guy instead of the head chef," I confessed. "Put me in the kitchen and let me wash dishes, and I'm fine. Want me to cook, though? You have problems." It took a couple of seconds for me to realize it, but Amy had brought my right hand to her mouth and was busy nibbling away on the very tip of my index finger as if she was a baby kitten. Silent, I held still and watched her for nearly half a minute before finally deciding to speak up. "Are you having fun?" "Uh huh," she nodded, still gently chewing on my finger. "What are you doing?" "I honestly don't know," Amy admitted, finally withdrawing my index finger from between those ripe, full lips, and then glancing back over her shoulder at me. "But it was fun." "Keep doing it," I instructed her, poking that same finger back into her mouth. "I enjoyed it." "Yes, Master," she responded, slipping into full submissive mode just like that. With both hands, Amy held my right hand to her mouth and began to gingerly munch away upon that lone fingertip. With my opposite hand, I brushed her silky-smooth red hair down across one shoulder and then massaged her neck. "That's a good girl," I encouraged her. "Thank you, Master." "VERY good girl..." "Did you and Kristanna have a fun time earlier during your hike, Master? I heard you went to the red lagoon?" I nodded my head. "Yes, we did. And yes, we had a great time. It sure is nice to still have the island in our back pocket, so to speak. We can come here any time we want in the future, and vacation for as long as we want." "It sure beats the snow back in Norway, Master." "I'm never going to sell or get rid of this island." By now, Amy had already enveloped my full finger and was sucking on it as if it were a real cock. Sucking was not the proper term; she was actually making love to my finger. Being slow and laborious, Amy seemed to be in her element now. I tilted my head back and sighed as her wondrous tongue licked and caressed the full length of my finger within her mouth. Of course, I knew of something bigger she could work over... Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 01 "You're such a good girl," I reiterated. "I'm gonna have to see to it that Santa Claus really stuffs your stocking full this year for Christmas." "I'd rather YOU stuff my stocking than Santa, Master..." "Oh, I'll stuff it," I promised her. "I'll stuff your hot, little body too, everywhere I possibly can." Amy looked absolutely fantastic right now. She was wearing a metallic orange mini-skirt that was actually made of spandex. The clingy, stretchy garment tightly bound and adhered to her, showcasing every hidden angle and subtle contour of her hips and thighs. One of my true weaknesses in life, needless to say, was a gorgeous woman in a mini-skirt. Amy had become the poster girl for my naughty, little fetish, as each morning I would rummage through her collection of mini-skirts (which now totaled over 300) and select one for her to wear that day. Often paired up with spiked high-heels (like now), seeing Amy in her mini-skirt was a daily ritual that reminded me of not only how attractive she was, but how much I loved her. Oftentimes, I would bend Amy over a chair or table at random and use it as an excuse to inspect her. Watching her little mini-skirt ride even higher on her thighs as she stretched and contorted herself was simply exhilarating. As she relaxed upon my front-side here on the sofa and continued to pay oral homage to my index finger, I realized that Amy had on a unique top as well. The same shade of orange to match her mini-skirt, the loose-fitting garment appeared to be like any typical cotton top from the front. In the back, however, sections of the fabric were cut out - starting at her shoulder blades and extending all the way down to her waistline - and the look resembled a pair of angel wings. It had a cool and flirtatious appeal, and matched Amy's new personality and demeanor flawlessly. I should also point out that Amy did not have a pair of panties or a bra on underneath her attire, either. Not only did she hate wearing them, but I had actually told her long ago that she was not permitted to. Again, it went well with the fact that she was a submissive. "When are you going to marry me, Master?" Amy looked back at me over her shoulder and pined, "You know how much I love you, and how much I am looking forward to getting married. I want to see about getting my operation from many years ago reversed, too, although there seems to be some debate as to whether or not it is actually possible." "From when you got your tubes tied?" "Yeah," she nodded. "Maybe I can beat Kristanna to the punch, and give birth to your first child!" Amy pouted and ended, "I should have never gotten my tubes tied years ago. I don't even know if it's possible for me to give birth." "You as a mommy would definitely be an interesting sight." "So when are you going to marry me?" "In due time," I assured her. "I just had my wedding with Krissy a few months ago. Let it sink in a bit." "Oh, I don't mind waiting," Amy murmured, turning away and now resting the back of her head upon my heart. She pulled my finger from between her lips and kissed my hand, saying, "The wait will actually make the end result all the more sweeter. I know my day with you will come." "Your day will come," I promised, settling deeper into the sofa and closing my eyes. After such a tiresome afternoon, I actually felt like going to sleep right here and now with Amy. Perhaps Lindsay was right. Maybe I was hardcore ancient? "I will see to it that you have the type of wedding that you have always dreamed about, and the type that you deserve." Amy giggled and suggested, "A bondage wedding where I am led down the aisle on my hands and knees by a leash!" "That's not quite what I had in mind for your dream wedding," I retorted, my eyes now open and focused upon her. I could tell that Amy was simply being playful with that prior comment. Still, what an image she had conjured up... Amy was still giggling. "Instead of the stereotypical you may now kiss your bride, our wedding ceremony can have you may now suck your Master's cock!" "AMY!" I chided her, laughing myself. ------- "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Lindsay ... happy birthday to you!" "Yay!" Lindsay squealed in pure delight, clapping her hands together, once the other four ladies and yours truly finished our best rendition of that particular song here at the dinner table on this lovely, peaceful evening. "Blow out the candles, princess," I told Lindsay, who was nestled all nice and snug upon my lap, as I motioned toward the scrumptious chocolate cake perched directly in front of her. With a grand total of 19 candles lit up and flickering away, Lindsay took a deep breath and then blew all of them out in just one try. "Yay ... I did it!" "Did you make a wish?" Devon inquired. Lindsay looked back at me for a moment and smiled, then shifted her gaze toward Trish and the rest of the ladies. "All of my wishes have already come true." "Awwwww..." Kristanna cooed, leaning over and stealing a quick kiss from the precious birthday girl. "How adorable!" Lindsay glanced back at me and made a face. "You didn't spend too much money on me ... did you, Jeremy?" "I spent the same amount of money on you for gifts that I did on Krissy when it was her birthday two months ago." Lindsay's jaw dropped. "Jeremy! You brought Krissy that $100,000 boat for her birthday! I TOLD you not to spend a lot of money on me! You've given me enough already..." "Who else is he gonna spend it on?" Devon asked Lindsay, echoing my own thoughts. "Jeremy is going to shower all of us with gifts. Don't worry, honey. Jeremy is never going to run low on money and go bankrupt. That's impossible." Lindsay pouted. "I just don't want everything to be handed to me on a silver platter for the rest of my life." "It's not like you don't do anything," Trish advised her. "You and I work hard in the stables back on the farm, baby. Now lighten up and enjoy your birthday for what it is. Jeremy got you some expensive gifts, yes, but myself and the other girls got you a bunch of little things." "Open up some of your presents, dear," was my suggestion. "Open up that small box from Krissy first." Lindsay nodded her head and lifted the package, but began unwrapping it rather slowly. "I better be careful," she told us. "Knowing Kristanna, it wouldn't surprise me if this present explodes with jell-o, and my whole face gets slimed. Being the a prankster she is, I wouldn't put it past her." "I'll remember that for next year!" Kristanna snickered. "OH! YOU DIDN'T!" Lindsay's pretty blue eyes were wide and glowing once she finished unwrapping the gift. "YOU DID!" Lindsay was ecstatic as she inspected a Barbie doll still encased in its factory box. "It's an original Barbie from 1959," Kristanna mused, as Lindsay eyed the fine print on the packaging. "Jeremy said that you have quite the collection of Barbies at your family home in Ohio. Hopefully this one is a good addition to your collection. It's one of the first Barbies ever made!" "It's a wonderful addition!" she gushed, "It has never even been taken out of its box! It's still factory-sealed! Where did you get this? And how much did it cost?" "I bought it from a vendor over the Internet," Kristanna answered. "Don't worry about how much it costs. Like it?" "I love it!" Lindsay grinned. "THANK YOU!" She leaned over and shared a warm embrace with Kristanna. "Thank you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" When their embrace ended, Lindsay pursed her lips together and stared at her gift. "Decisions, decisions ... should I open it or not?" "It loses a lot of its value if you take it out of the original box," I told her. Lindsay shook her head. "I don't care! I will never sell her." Lindsay carefully opened the package and took the doll, which wore a swimsuit, out. "I'm going to have a display mantel for all my Barbies when our house is done being built in Norway. This one will look excellent standing in the middle of them all." Lindsay gave Kristanna yet another hug. "Thank you again! What a wonderful present!" With Lindsay still seated upon my lap, I leaned down and gently kissed the side of her neck before offering her a cream-colored envelope with a red ribbon attached. "This is your first birthday present from me, princess. Open..." Again, Lindsay took her time with the gift. But when she finally broke the envelope's seal and pulled out a bundle of tickets from within, I went into explanation mode, "Those are tickets for all of us to go on an ocean cruise next June. It starts in Toronto, and ends ten days later in the Bahamas." "You've always wanted to go on a long cruise," Trish said to Lindsay, smiling. "We can even spend a couple of days at Atlantis in the Bahamas before catching a jet and returning back home to Norway. I for one am looking forward to it." "Atlantis?" Lindsay purred, her eyes flashing. "That is where Jeremy and Kristanna spent their honeymoon. That was like, the most awesome place in the whole, wide world!" I chuckled at her and nodded my head. "We have a lot of good memories already tied up in that resort. The cruise itself will take ten days, then we can stay at Atlantis for three or four days before returning home. How does that sound? We can stay longer if all of you want to. I just want to hold off until June when the weather is nicer in Toronto, since that will be our starting point." "We can visit Trish's family there!" Lindsay squealed. "That's why Jeremy chose Toronto as the starting point for the cruise," Amy chimed in. "Thank you, Jeremy," Lindsay grinned, sliding her right arm around my shoulder and squeezing tightly. "I cannot wait! You ... you're going to spoil me rotten!" "I have another present for you," I said, handing her a long, thin box with colorful gift wrap. Lindsay tore into it, then squealed and giggled once she got a look inside. "JEREMY! This is a cheerleader outfit!" Devon nodded her head and grinned, "Looks like we're going to be playing stuff the cheerleader tonight!" Lindsay playfully smacked my shoulder. "Jeremy! This present is more for you than it is me!" "Possibly," I grinned, defending myself in vain. "You got a present that all six of us can enjoy. You can look good wearing it, while me and the girls admire the sight." "That thing is going to be covered in gobs of cum before the evening is through!" Kristanna laughed. "SUCK SQUAD?" Lindsay giggled, pulling the blue shell top out of the box and eyeing the embroidered logo across its front. She held it up for the others to see and asked, "What type of cheerleader team calls themselves the Suck Squad?" "I don't know," Devon told her, smiling. "But seems to me that you would be the perfect captain for it." "Devon!" Lindsay exclaimed, trying to act offended. "We're going to rip you apart tonight, honey, with that outfit on," Kristanna advised her. "I hope you're ready." Again, Lindsay's face flushed into a bright shade of red and she swallowed hard twice in response. But she changed the subject. "Which birthday present should I open next?" "Try the one from Amy," I advised her. Lindsay opened the next package, which had a collection of five picture frames (all different sizes and each expensive) inside. "Thank you, Amy!" she exclaimed, taking each out one at a time and inspecting them with her hands and eyes. "I can never have enough picture frames, you know. Thanks!" "Oh ... you're welcome, sweetie," Amy nodded. "Open the next one! The big box sitting on the floor over there." Lindsay scurried over to the large box with the bikini girl gift wrap, then ripped it open. "What in the world...?" "It's a candle making machine!" Devon informed her. "It is your gift from me. You know how much you and I love candles, honey. Now, we can make our own! Do you like it?" "Of course I like it!" Lindsay told her. "I ... I didn't even know that anyone could buy a candle making machine. Did you get this over the Internet?" "Yeppers." "Want to try it out tomorrow morning?" Lindsay smiled. "I'd love to." Trish handed a small manila envelope to Lindsay. "I got you the most simple gift of all. But I hope you enjoy it. I know you don't like us spending lots of money on you." Lindsay maintained eye contact with Trish until she was able to peel open the envelope and pull out the 2014 post-it note calendar from within. "365 Reasons Why I Love You," Lindsay mused, reading off the title. She began to leaf through a couple of the pages and read them aloud, "The way you stroke my fingers when we hold hands. How cute you look when I tickle you. How I instantly feel better when I hear your voice. Our first kiss sent ripples through my heart; even now it feels the same." Lindsay put the little calendar down and swooned, "Trish! How nice! Wow, thank you!" "I got you one more thing," Trish offered, pointing toward a large box in the corner encased in colorful gift wrapping. "Go over and open it, baby. You'd never guess what it is." "Lindsay looks like a kid in a candy store opening all of these presents!" Devon observed. "She sure does," Amy agreed. "I'm so happy for her." "What is THIS?" the 19-year-old asked, after ripping away the stylish gift paper. "It's a motorized surfboard," Trish informed her. "You can lay down on the surfboard, flip the motor on, and it will slowly propel you through the water like a jet-ski. I have one back in Canada. It is loads of fun!" "But you know I don't like going into the ocean..." "That's a fear you need to get over," Trish told her. "I say you and I go out to the beach tomorrow afternoon and put this surfboard to the test. How about it?" Lindsay seemed tentative. "I ... I don't know..." "What don't you like about the ocean?" Devon inquired. "She is afraid that a big Jaws will pop out of the water and have her for dinner," Amy answered. Devon giggled. "Really?" "Out of the many millions of people throughout this world who go into the ocean on a daily basis, there are only about 50 or 60 confirmed shark attacks on average PER YEAR," I said to Lindsay, as well as the others. "You have a much higher chance, princess, of being struck by lightning than you do of ever meeting up with a hungry shark in the water." "I got struck by lightning when I was a little girl!" she reminded me, with a dizzying huff. "I won't let a shark near you," Trish promised her lover. "I'll smack it upside its head and tell it to dine elsewhere!" Lindsay glared at Trish with squinted eyes. "Now you sound like Jeremy. He basically said the same thing when he coerced me into the ocean with him one day a couple of months ago." Devon was laughing again. "Jeremy COERCED you? I cannot envision Jeremy coercing anyone into anything." Trish approached Lindsay and latched onto both of her hands with her own. "Please, baby? I want you to get over this fear of the ocean you have. Just go out to the beach with me tomorrow afternoon. Let's have some fun. I'll show you how the motorized surfboard works. You'll like it!" "You love swimming at the waterfall," Amy reminded her. "I think the ocean itself is a million times better." "There's no sharks at the waterfall!" Lindsay pouted. "But yeah, sure ... I guess I'll go." "Awesome!" Trish chirped, even giving Lindsay a hug. "The least I could do is try out your birthday gift." "We will have fun!" Trish insisted. "You have one more present," I said to Lindsay, "and it is waiting for you back on the farm when we return to Norway." "What is it?" she asked, curious. I pulled my cellular telephone out and sifted through a couple of photographs before coming across the right one. "This," I answered, turning the device toward her so she could see the image first-hand. "JEREMY!" Lindsay suddenly screamed, her blue eyes wide and set to burst. "JEREMY! OH MY GOD!" "I think she likes it," Kristanna grinned. "What is it?" Trish wondered. "OH MY GOD!" Lindsay repeated. "I bought her a brand-new Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet convertible," was my response. "It will be a nice, little car for her to drive around in and explore Norway with." During my honeymoon with Kristanna in the Bahamas back in September, Lindsay saw one of these vehicles and made the passing comment to me that it had always been her dream car. As someone who enjoys making dreams come true - especially those of my precious ladies - I filed that little fact away in my memory bank and made the decision to purchase it for her birthday. The Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet convertible did not come cheap, either - its MSRP was 781,000 Norwegian Krone (or $126,000 if converted to American currency). "JEREMY, ARE YOU INSANE?" Lindsay screamed at me, totally shocked and awed. "HOW? WHY? YOU BOUGHT ME A PORSCHE!" "He actually spent MORE money on you than he did for me on my birthday back in October," Kristanna told her, smiling. "Actually, the car is a present from both of us. I helped Jeremy pick it out. I know silver is your favorite color." Lindsay put up a faint protest by whining, "JEREMY ... you know that I don't like you spending a lot of money on me! I never have! How could you buy me a PORSCHE? My God ... you have already given me and my family SO MUCH in the six short months that we have known each other." Lindsay does not like me spending a lot of money on her simply because, a) she is one of the least materialistic people I have ever met, and b) Lindsay does not want me to think that she is in love with my bank account. That was a little bit of an issue with her, because she made it quite clear in the past that her only reason for coming to the island in the first place was the financial compensation that I originally offered her (as well as all of the others). But those days seemed like eons ago, and things were definitely different now. I had no doubt that Lindsay's feelings for me were pure and genuine. She was very much in love with me. Thus, I had no issue spoiling her rotten with very lavish and expensive gifts. The same could be said for all five of the ladies (just wait until Christmas). "Want me to send it back and get you a Yugo instead?" "NO!" Lindsay giggled. "Please! Don't send it back!" "A Yugo?" Kristanna asked, confused. "Jeremy..." Lindsay gasped, throwing both of her arms around me and offering a spirited, forceful embrace. I hugged her with equal fervor and emotion in response. Wait a minute here ... was Lindsay crying? "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" she exclaimed, pulling back and looking at me. Indeed, there were tears in those eyes. Tears of joy! "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" "My pleasure," I returned, overjoyed that Lindsay was so happy with her new car. Devon was snickering. "Oh, Lindsay will most assuredly be captain of the Suck Squad tonight, it seems..." I smiled at Lindsay. "I know it will be a couple of weeks before you actually see the car and get to drive it, but rest assured that it is all safe and sound inside the old barn back on the farm. I put a protective tarp over it, and Kristanna's parents have the barn on total lockdown for you. No one else even knows that it is there." "Hey!" Kristanna chimed in, a goofy expression upon her lovely face, as she looked at her girlfriend. "I know the first place we can go in your new car once we get back home in a few weeks ... the veterinarian!" Lindsay vehemently shook her head as Kristanna added, "Hogglesworth needs to see the vet for his yearly check-up." "There is NO WAY that I am allowing that nasty pig of yours into my new car!" Lindsay exclaimed, sounding very firm and authoritative. I got a kick out of her reaction, though. Kristanna had not lost any of her charisma and playfulness since I met her five years ago. She was actually funnier now. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 02 Chapter 2: "Angina"/i ***** - Thursday, December 5, 2013 - "Welcome back to the real world," Kristanna said to me, zipping up a long winter coat and tossing a scarf around her neck as we exited the small jetliner at 9:56am in the Baltimore/Washington International Airport located in Baltimore, Maryland. Kristanna yawned sleepily and looked around the terminal. "So where is this Candice chick?" "She is supposed to meet us here outside the gate," I told my wife, my own body riddled with exhaustion. "Perhaps she is running late? Let's give her a few minutes." Things had been rather hectic since I got that gruesome telephone call just last evening from Candice, who informed me that her sister (Pamela) had been rushed to the hospital by paramedics after grabbing her chest and then collapsing on stage at the Baltimore-area strip club where she was employed due to what may have been a heart attack. Candice went on to explain that Pamela was still very much in love with me (contrary to what I had been led to believe by her recent actions), and that my simple presence would do her a tremendous amount of good as she began the road to recovery. Without any hesitation whatsoever, Kristanna told Candice over speaker-phone that I would be on the first flight to Baltimore in the morning. That turned out to be somewhat of a lie, because I actually found myself on a jetliner a mere three hours later. After a call to the airlines, and then a call to Kevin - my helicopter pilot friend who often shuttled me between the island and the Peru mainland - I had two tickets for the 10:50pm flight from Lima to Fort Lauderdale, Florida which landed at 5:44am. After a brief lay-over, the connecter flight took off at 7:15am and landed at 9:45am in Baltimore. Not only did Kristanna insist that I find my way to Maryland as quickly as possible - thus, the reason for the overnight flight instead of waiting until the morning - but she was also quite adamant about coming along for the trip herself as well. Kristanna claimed that she did not want me to go on such a long trip all by myself. She also admitted that it would have been quite awkward, as my newlywed bride, for me to rush thousands of miles away to be by the side of a "former lover" who could very well be in the middle of a life-threatening catastrophe (at the time, we had no real specifics on her condition). Kristanna was fine with me visiting Pamela and offering her any kind of support I could - after all, it was her idea to begin with - but she simply wanted to keep an eye on me as I did so. It was an awkward situation, indeed, but I knew where Kristanna was coming from and understood her viewpoint perfectly. I had no issue with her tagging along whatsoever. "I never packed a suitcase as quickly as I did last night," Kristanna commented, glancing around the terminal for a blonde-haired woman in a pink coat and white jeans. That was what Candice, who was supposed to meet us here at the airport this morning, told us she would be wearing. "I'm happy that Kevin was able to get to the island as fast as he did." I frowned. "What a sour ending to Lindsay's 19th birthday party. She was so happy and full of joy last night. Then after that telephone call from Candice, Lindsay cried for a good half-hour before Trish was finally able to settle her down. The possibility of Pamela having a heart attack really struck a chord within her; her father died of one last year. Lindsay is still in a world of hurt over what happened to her father. She still cannot believe that he is gone." "Pamela will be fine," Kristanna said, full of optimism. Unfortunately, Kristanna and I were literally out on our feet. With the long (forever) airline flight from Lima to Fort Lauderdale, neither of us had gotten any sleep whatsoever throughout the night. The short jaunt to Baltimore actually seemed twice as grueling because of how overly exhausted we were. Worst of all, I knew that I would not be getting any sleep in the immediate future. "Lindsay seemed to be in much better spirits when we talked to her on the telephone a few moments ago once the airplane touched down," Kristanna mused. "Lindsay said she led all of the others in a prayer session for Pamela deep into the night. Lindsay has faith that Pamela will pull through, too." I took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm not quite certain what it is that I am supposed to accomplish by being here. Pamela has refused to even speak to me since she left the island five months ago. She hangs up on me when I call her on the telephone. What if it is more of the same?" "Just be yourself," Kristanna advised me. "Let Jeremy be Jeremy, and everything will fall into place just fine." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Ummmmm ... excuse me?" came a friendly voice from behind us. "Are you Jeremy and Kristanna?" When we turned and nodded our heads at the young woman standing there, she greeted, "Hi, I'm Candice [Last Name] ... Pamela's younger sister." -- The weather outside was cold and blustery as Kristanna and I procured our suitcases from the baggage claim area. Candice had good news to report as she explained to us that Pamela did not suffer a heart attack after all. That was the initial diagnosis, or perhaps the fear, given by the paramedics. But after a battery of tests throughout the night, the physicians at the hospital determined that the pain in Pamela's chest and her subsequent fainting spell had been caused by a sudden outbreak of stable angina. Although this is a potentially fatal condition if left untreated, it is more of an early warning sign for a heart attack. Stable angina, Candice told us, could occur when the heart muscle did not receive enough oxygen-rich blood for a short period of time. The lack of blood supply was made even worse during physical activity, when the heart pumped faster and needed much more oxygen than usual. The medical staff at the hospital believed that Pamela, in the midst of a busy and frantic night at the strip club, exerted a tremendous amount of energy that ultimately led to the chest pains her fainting on the center stage. The root problem, however, was that Pamela was suffering from extremely high blood pressure, yet had never taken any medication for it. This news, of course, upset me. Throughout their testing procedures, the doctors did not find any direct damage to Pamela's heart itself. They believed that medication to regulate her blood pressure, and nitroglycerin, which could relieve any future episodes of angina but hopefully prevent them altogether, was the best course of action to aid her on the path to recovery. If Pamela refused to take the medication, the risk factor for her having a full-blown heart attack in the future that could ultimately prove to be fatal was increased ten-fold. Thus, it was imperative to get her into routine of taking the medication that they prescribed for her. But right now, Candice explained, Pamela was still in a really bad state. Although her condition was stabilized and well under control, Pamela was still scared and confined to bed-rest, having been poked and prodded by countless hospital personnel throughout the overnight hours. She was literally up to her eyeballs in medication and naturally wanted to escape the prison otherwise known as her hospital room, but the staff would not allow her to leave just yet. After we secured a rental car, Kristanna and I followed Candice through the downtown streets of Baltimore to Johns Hopkins Hospital. As Kristanna was on her cellular telephone and informing the ladies back on the island of Pamela's diagnosis, this drive reminded of why I absolutely disdain city life so much. I could not tolerate the traffic and all of the honking horns as we made our way through the bitter cold. I had a certain longing for my peaceful island in the tropics, or the idyllic life back on the farm in Norway. -- "You two should go in and see her without me," Candice said to Kristanna and yours truly, as we stood just outside the closed door of Pamela's hospital room. "The two of you have all that history with her; I need you to give you guys some privacy. I am going to the cafeteria to get something to eat. I will be back a little later on." "She's your sister," I reminded Candice. "You should come inside and visit her as well with us." "I really want her to have some time alone with you and Kristanna," she insisted. "Pamela has seen enough of me since she was admitted last night. I know most of what went on this past summer back on your island because Pamela told me. But the truth is, it's really none of my business. I do not need to be there while you all sort things out together." "I'm going to the cafeteria as well," Kristanna chimed in, as I shook my head in disagreement at her. I wanted Kristanna to step inside and be with me as I visited Pamela. "I need some coffee to help stay awake. Besides, I am probably the LAST person that Pamela wants to see right now. Pamela and I were not on the best of terms when she left the island earlier in the year." My wife patted me on the wrist and urged, "You go in and see her by yourself for now, Jeremy. It's probably best that way. Like Candice, I will be back shortly." I offered her a peculiar expression. "What happened to you wanting to keep a close watch on me? Isn't that why you insisted that you come along for the trip to begin with?" Kristanna smiled softly. "I trust you, Jeremy." She paused, then added, "Now go in and see your girl." After offering me a quick kiss, Kristanna turned and followed Candice toward the hospital's cafeteria. I turned and glanced down at the door-knob. I had not seen Pamela since July 1. Hell, I had not even had a legitimate conversation with her since that date, either. She had been acting all been bitter and angry for five months, yet Candice claimed that not only was Pamela still in love with me, but all she ever did in her down-time was talk about me as well. Did that make any sense? What was I supposed to say to Pamela? What was I supposed to do? I was fearful that upon seeing me, Pamela would start kicking and screaming, and get the hospital security staff to come and toss me out onto the street as if I was trespassing. I naturally began to worry, and now wished that Candice had stayed with me instead of going off to the cafeteria for some food. Candice was Pamela's sister and, if there was a vocal outburst, she had the best chance of calming her down. Swallowing hard twice and taking a long, deep breath, I closed my eyes and nodded my head. It was time to face whatever my fate was on the other side of this door. An instant later, I gently nudged it open and stepped inside. But I was not prepared for what I was about to see. Pamela appeared to be sleeping, but I nearly freaked out at the sight of her with wires and tubes attached to various portions of her body. There were two IV bags strewn about, one on either side of the bed, and she had some sort of breathing apparatus tacked onto her nose and mouth. There was a machine next to her with different numbers and graphs as well. I imagined it was tracking her vital signs. Devoid of any mascara and literally stripped down to her barest essence, Pamela looked more weak and vulnerable than I had ever seen her before. I never imagined that she could look so feeble. What had this place done to her? All I wanted to do right now was bring Pamela into my arms and comfort her, and tell her everything would be all right. I wanted to make all of her anxiety and pain just go away. But I couldn't. I had no idea how she would react. I set the bushel of red roses that I had purchased from the hospital's gift shop, as well as a large teddy bear, down upon the adjacent table. My eyes trained on her, I then slowly went to Pamela's side and had to hold back a tear or two as I looked down at her. Again, what did this place do to her? Who enjoys seeing someone they love and care for in a hospital bed with wires and tubes attached everywhere, with a breathing tube and machines beeping in the background? Pamela appeared to be just a shell of her former self. As she continued to sleep, I made a motion to latch onto Pamela's hand and gently hold it. But I stopped before I could after noticing that an IV wire was inserted into the back of her hand, near her wrist. Exasperated, I shifted my focus and then barely squeezed her fingers together. And not surprisingly, I began to cry. "Pamela..." I choked, wiping away tears, as I glanced at her face. Although I desperately wanted to, there was no way that I was going to intentionally wake her. Pamela needed to rest and recover from the awful ordeal she had been put through in the past 14 or 15 hours. Considering our history and the current status of our relationship - which was not good, to put it mildly - I did not know whether or not I should do this. Was it proper? Did I even have a right to? If she were awake, would Pamela object and slap me across the face as a result? Would she scream for the police and demand that I be dragged away? No matter - I wanted to. Yes, I wanted to do this. No one was going to stop me, either. I planted a long, yet very innocent kiss along her forehead. It felt justified. I squinted my eyes at the big breathing tube, and the sounds the device itself was making, as I appraised Pamela and her appearance. Yes, she was very weak and vulnerable. She looked nothing like the intellectual, vibrant woman I had met and instantly fell in love with back in June. I almost got sick to my stomach due to the emotions. But still, my God ... she was beautiful. Pamela still looked beautiful to me, even in such a weakened state. Was it wrong to feel or think this way? I came to the conclusion that no matter what, this was still Pamela. She may be pale and sapped of her physical strength, and her insides may have been afloat with deep, mind-bending medication, but in the end, this was still Pamela. This was still the woman who I loved and cared for more than mere words could ever say. I may have been a married man - and Kristanna was still the unquestioned centerpiece of my universe - but due to the type of lifestyle and relationship I led, I had the vision of what it would be like to open my arms and fully accept Pamela into our little family and have her spend the rest of eternity with us. How wonderful would that be? I wanted to take Pamela back to the island with us - and eventually Norway - and give her all of the love and happiness that she so very much deserved. The image of her in a wedding dress even flashed through my mind, the two of us exchanging vows and then her joining Kristanna as my wife. Just the mere thought forced me to cry, and I involuntary dropped my forehead upon Pamela's arm and rested it there as I tried to sift through the myriad of feelings of this moment and get them under control. As good of an idea as Pamela joining our little entourage sounded, I knew it would never come to fruition. Pamela had absolutely no interest in the type of life that I led. It was why she originally left me to begin with. "Oh, good morning!" came a cheery voice from behind me. I turned and saw a hospital nurse, perhaps in her early 50's, step into the room and greet me with a smile. "How are you today? Are you Pamela's husband, by chance?" My eyes wide, I stared at the nurse for several seconds before answering, "No ... not quite. Wish I was, though." "Must be a good friend, then," the nurse speculated, going over to one of the computers in the room and tapping away upon its keyboard. "I won't be but a minute here. Just checking up on her signs." When she was finished at the computer, the nurse came over and inspected the two IV cords. "Is Pamela going to be okay?" "Oh, she'll be fine," the woman informed me. "The doctor needs to be prescribe her some medicine and she will need to take it every day, but she will be fine. She's a strong gal." "When do you think she will be released from the hospital?" "Later today." With that, the nurse collected her charts and said, "If you or Pamela need anything, just let me know. Just press the big red button on the side of her bed." "Thank you," I nodded, glancing back over my shoulder until the nurse left and closed the door 90 percent of the way shut. When I turned back around, it felt as if a sudden jolt of electricity had just blasted straight through me. Not only was Pamela awake, but her eyes were thick and bulging, and she was staring directly at me in total and complete shock. Or fright. Or disbelief. Or anger. Or maybe all of the above. "Pamela..." "What are you doing here?" she said to me in a weak voice, peeling away the breathing tube and its mask from her face. Tears quickly began to stream down her face and she again asked, this time demanding, "What are you doing here?" "I'm here to be by your side," I responded, now grasping the lower half of her right hand and squeezing. "I heard you had a pretty scary episode last night at work." "CANDICE!" Pamela snarled, pulling her hand away from me as if it had just been burnt. "I'm going to get her!" Pamela vehemently shook her head and fretted, "Candice got you to come all the way here from Norway? How could she!" "Actually, I was back on the island," I gently told her. "Norway? How did you know about Norway?" Pamela shook her head again. "You ... you shouldn't be here, Jeremy. You shouldn't be here at all." "But I want to be here." "You shouldn't be here..." "How did you know about Norway?" Pamela coughed and turned her face away from me for a brief moment. "Amy ... Amy has pictures ... photographs of you and the other girls together, and gives status updates, on her Facebook and Instagram pages. I saw pictures of your wedding and ... and the new house you're having built." "Amy is broadcasting our life on the Internet for the entire world to see?" I asked, suddenly irate. Considering how many of us wanted to keep the true status of our relationship under wraps from family members, I could not believe that Amy was using social media to post photographs and give status updates concerning our personal matters. Oh ... Amy and I were going to have a talk about this. And considering that she was my submissive, it was not going to a pleasant one for her. Nor would the end result. "Amy has pictures of my wedding with Kristanna online?" "Amy has pictures from the last six months up," Pamela muttered. "Of not only you and Kristanna, but her and everyone else, too. I ... I've been keeping up-to-date with you ... sort of ... through her Facebook and Instagram." "Okay," I nodded, boiling with absolute rage inside. "How ... how did you get Lindsay to ... to agree to stay? And she is back with Trish now? I ... I saw a picture of them hugging each other, dated last month." What if Lindsay's mother or sisters came across these photographs, and this was the way they learned that she was bi-sexual and part of a polygamous relationship? Oh, Amy was going to be in for it. Big time! I needed to change the subject. And fast. "How are you feeling, Pamela? What happened to you last night?" "I haven't felt good the past couple of days," she told me with a sigh. "I ... I had pain in my shoulder since the weekend, but I thought it was nothing more than a pulled muscle or something. I went to work last night ... and ... I was feeling light-headed. I was on stage, dancing, and ... all of a sudden, it felt like ... I couldn't breath. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and I ... I fell over. Everything ... was a blur, after that." "Candice says you have some sort of heart condition that was caused by excessively high blood pressure." "Stable angina," Pamela nodded. "Why do you have high blood pressure? You should have been taking medication for it long ago." Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 02 "I had no idea I even had high blood pressure." "You don't go to the see the doctor for routine physicals?" "I don't even have a doctor, Jeremy." "Huh?" I blurted out. "Why?" "Because I never thought I needed one." "And that way of thinking almost gave you a heart attack." Pamela made a face and glared at me. "I don't need you to lecture me. You don't even belong here, Jeremy." She brought her hand to my chest and gave it a gentle shove. "Get out of here. Go back to your life in Norway, or the island, or wherever it is that you came from. Just leave me alone." "How can you say that to me?" I asked her, now incredibly hurt. "Do you know what it took for me to get here?" I actually began to cry in front of Pamela. "We were having a birthday party for Lindsay last night back on the island when your sister called and told us what happened. I dropped EVERYTHING and flew 3,500 miles in the middle of the night, and made it to Baltimore by ten o'clock in the morning. I haven't had any sleep in 48 hours. I've been worried sick about you and your health, Pamela, and all you can say is for me to leave you alone..." "You don't belong here!" she sobbed, now upset herself. "Oh my God, I'm going to kill my sister when I see her!" "Candice says you are still in love with me..." "CANDICE IS FULL OF CRAP!" "Is she?" I grasped Pamela's right hand once more and insisted, "Is she?" When Pamela began to cry even harder, I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "Let me help you. Please ... let me help you. Let me be here for you." "What are you going to do?" she quaked. "Whatever it takes to get you better." "OH, JEREMY!" Pamela roared, slamming her left forearm down hard upon the bed. "Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE HERE AND DOING THIS TO ME RIGHT NOW?" Her face now absolutely covered in tears, Pamela, in the midst of an emotional outburst, rocked her head from side-to-side. "I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" Although she was fighting it, my words - and my presence - had gotten to Pamela. I had broken her defensive barrier. I leaned over close and slipped my right hand beneath her neck, then cupped the back of her head and tilted it upward until her forehead was gently touching my shoulder. I gave Pamela a little hug and whispered, "I love you, sweetheart. I always have. And no matter what, I always will. I just want ... I just want you to feel better." "OH GOD!" she cried. "I ... I love you ... too..." For the next 60 seconds, I allowed all of the emotions and feelings to wash over me at once, and then simply let them go. I recalled all of the many wonderful experiences I had with Pamela back on the island, as well as our arguments and the sudden split. I also thought back to last night, and how my world had been turned upside down since. I held Pamela's head to my shoulder and cried like I never had before, and she basically did the same. I did not care that I was the man, and that I was supposed to be strong. Everything I had ever felt for Pamela - all the good vibes and even the bad ones - was funneled and put through the pressure cooker of my soul. I never thought I even see this woman again, let alone hold her hand and tell her that I still loved her. Unfortunately, it had taken what was originally thought to be a heart attack to make this a reality. "I'll always love you as well," Pamela shrieked, tilting her head and then finding my mouth for a kiss. Pamela just kissed me. Willingly. "There's some people that want to talk to you," I informed her once our lips parted ways, furiously pressing buttons on my cellular telephone. "They have been worried about you, too." When I transferred it to speaker-phone, a female's voice came through loud and clear from the opposite end. "Hello?" "Lindsay?" Pamela laughed and sobbed. "Is that you?" "Pamela!" Lindsay exclaimed in response. "Pamela, are you okay? Trish, get the others! Tell them Pamela is on the phone! Pamela, what's wrong? Are you going to be okay? Please tell me that you are going to be okay!" "We love you!" Trish blurbed. "Get well soon!" Still crying, Pamela wiped tears away from her eyes and again shook her head at me. "Trish ... hi! I'll be fine, Lindsay. Nothing is wrong that the doctors cannot fix." "PAMELA!" came another voice through the receiver. "Amy..." Pamela gave me a gentle punch in the chest and complained, "I cannot believe that you're doing this to me!" "How are you feeling?" Amy wondered. "I'll be okay," Pamela answered, before gulping her throat. "Lindsay? Happy birthday, honey. I heard you had a birthday party last night. Did you get any good presents?" "I did, but not the present that I want most." "What's that?" "For you to finally come home and be with us for good." "LINDSAY!" Amy gasped. My eyes wide, I coughed and nearly choked at those words. Wow! Did Lindsay just say what I thought she said? WOW! Pamela, of course, appeared to be petrified. Speechless, she had no response. Who could blame her? "All my love, girls," I said into the telephone. "I'm going to let you go for now. Pamela needs her rest." After each of them said a quick good-bye, I put the telephone away and insisted, "I had no idea Lindsay would say that to you. That was not a set-up, or anything. I ... I'm sorry, dear." "I believe you," she coughed. "I'm going to stay with you until you are back on your feet and 100 percent healthy," was my promise. "I also want you to see a family doctor and get a full physical exam." "Oh ... if there was anything else wrong with me, the hospital would know about it by now," Pamela offered. "I had every test and imaging scan possible overnight." "You're still getting a doctor," I insisted. "And you're taking whatever medicine the hospital gives to you. Do you have any idea how dangerous having high blood pressure is? Candice said your blood pressure is at stroke level." "I know how dangerous it is now." "Do you have any idea how..." "Stop lecturing me, Jeremy!" Pamela snapped, cutting my words off in mid-sentence. "I'm not in the mood for it!" "I'm sorry," I relented, again squeezing her hand. "I'm so sorry. I just ... I worry, Pamela. I don't want anything bad to happen to you." I glanced around the hospital room. There was a cup of ice water nearby, with a tub of yogurt next to it. "Would you ... like me to get you anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Warm? Cold?" Pamela shifted her entire body about several times and complained, "This bed is really uncomfortable." "What do you expect? It's a hospital bed." "I'm a stripper, thus I have no insurance through work. I can only imagine what this place is going to charge me once I get the bill. You'd think with all the money hospitals make, their beds could be at least be comfortable. But no..." "You won't pay a cent," I told her. "I'll take care of it. I will take care of all of your medical costs." Pamela sighed and shot me a disapproving glare. "I don't want your charity, Jeremy. I never did. And I never will." She made a motion to reach for the cup of ice water, but a few of the wires attached to her body got tangled and her arm got caught. Exasperated, her entire body jerked and she threw a split-second hissy fit. "I hate this place!" "Let me," I insisted, grabbing the cup of ice water and then handing it to her. "There." "I feel like a lab rat with these things all over me!" Pamela whined, upset. "This bed feels like a giant rock! I just want to go home!" "Can you sit up?" "Why?" "Just try," I pleaded. "Try to sit up, and not mess up any of the wires or the other equipment in the process." It took some doing on her part, but Pamela was able to sit up on the bed. Being careful, I nudged my way in a little behind her, then wrapped my arms around her midriff in a tender embrace. In this position, she could recline upon me instead of the unforgiving mattress. "Much better," I nodded, starting to rock back-and-forth in a gentle fashion. I took the cup of ice water from her right hand, only then to bring it up to her lips. "Drink," I whispered. Pamela took a small sip, then crunched on some ice with her teeth. "Is there anything I can get for you?" I asked yet again. "You know I will do anything to help you. Anything at all." Pamela turned and made eye contact with me. Tears were still flowing down her face as she begged, "Please don't ever leave me. I don't ... I don't want to lose you ... again." "Whoa, sweetheart," I responded, unsure what to think of her request. "I have a..." "I know," she said, cutting me off. "You have a wife. You ... have the other girls. You're not giving that up. I'm not ... I'm not asking you to." Pamela took a deep, ragged breath and gulped her throat. She again peered into my eyes, this time simply asking, "Are you happy?" "Yes. Yes, I am." The 30-year-old offered a faint smile, yet a new tear slid down her cheek anyway. "Good. You deserve it." "Are you happy?" Pamela began to sob once again. "N-No..." "Why not?" "Because I don't have you," she answered honestly, before completely breaking down and losing control of her faculties. Pamela balled up a pair of fists and punched each of my shoulders with them several times in succession. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE HERE RIGHT NOW? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO COME BACK INTO MY LIFE?" She slapped at my shoulders now with open, weak palms. "I'm never going to get over you now..." "Just come back to the island with us." Pamela screeched and literally jumped two feet high off of the bed as Kristanna entered the hospital room while saying those eight words. Looking as if she had just saw a ghost, Pamela clutched the bed-sheet tightly to her body as Kristanna made a slow approach. Obviously, Pamela was not aware that I had brought company along to Baltimore with me. These two ladies, needless to say, were not exactly the best of friends. "What is SHE doing here?" Pamela roared, glaring at me. "Come back to the island with us," Kristanna reiterated, causing Pamela to shift focus back to her. "I've been talking with your sister. You're miserable here in Maryland. You work six nights a week and have no social life outside of that wretched strip club. You have shut yourself off from the rest of humanity. And you refuse to date anyone." Kristanna was not done. Not by a long shot. "You've been going to college all these years looking to become a teacher, yet you know down-deep that no school district would ever hire someone with a background that includes 12 years as a stripper. Well ... one school would have, but you passed that opportunity up when you refused Jeremy's offer of help several months ago. And now, with a heart issue, what strip club would want you? I am sure dancing and stripping is hard, strenuous work ... that's a lot to put on your heart." "Get Kristanna out of here, Jeremy!" Pamela seethed, trying to control her anger. "She is talking down to me!" "I'm not talking down to you at all," Kristanna growled, hands on hips. "I'm offering you a solution to end all of your problems. Come back to the island with us." "Krissy?" I said, dumbfounded. "How? Why?..." Where was this coming from? Wasn't Kristanna supposed to be at odds with Pamela? Weren't these two women enemies, in some way? Ignoring me, my wife told Pamela yet again, "Come back to the island with us. Come back, and let's start over. Come with us to Norway when we travel there in three weeks. Give yourself the opportunity of finally being happy in life." "Are you INSANE?" Pamela sniped. "Your sister told me that even YOU yourself will admit that the single, biggest mistake that you ever made in your life was leaving the island and not giving the rest of us - the girls - a better chance. You were so Hell-bent on winning Jeremy over and keeping him to yourself, and so angry at me at the same time because he chose me - he chose US - over you, that you realized once leaving and returning home that sharing Jeremy is a million times better than not having him at all." "Jeremy may have a wife who loves him more than life itself," Kristanna proclaimed. "I will do anything and everything I can to make Jeremy happy. I would DIE for him if I had to." I narrowed my gaze at her as she continued, "Jeremy may have four other live-in girlfriends as well. Lindsay and Amy worship the ground that he walks on. Each of them cannot imagine what their life would be like without him in it. Devvy and Trish are very close to him as well. Both have completely sworn off other men." "So ... Jeremy has a loving wife, he has four girlfriends - two of which are itching to marry him. Jeremy has all the money and financial security anyone could ever ask for. He is, in many respects, leading a charmed life." Kristanna paused, then added, "Yet there is this big, massive void in that life. It's been there for five months. I have seen it every single day. I have lived through it EVERY SINGLE DAY. It's you, Pamela. It's you, and the fact that you're not a part of it." "Krissy, what about all the..." "Come with us, Pamela," my bride interjected, my words chopped off in mid-sentence one more time. "I am willing to forget our troubles from the past because I know that Jeremy needs you, and you need him. I got him into this lifestyle, and I knew there would be moments like this where one day I may have to make a sacrifice. I am willing to start over fresh with you, provided you have an open mind concerning our lifestyle and, at the very least, you give your absolute all to make it work between us." I was too stunned to even say anything. Was this what Kristanna wanted all along? Was this really why she had insisted on coming along for the trip to Maryland? Did she have prior visions of luring Pamela back into our lives? And ... I had a massive void in my life? Really? Pamela, meanwhile, was shell-shocked and mortified beyond any and all reason. It still appeared as if she just saw a ghost. What exactly was going through Pamela's mind at this particular moment in time? I really had no idea. She just sat there, literally frozen, with a blank, empty stare. Thus, Kristanna offered her hand to Pamela and simply said, "Let's go home." ***End of Chapter 2*** Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 03 Chapter 3: "Athenaeum" -------------------------------------------------- -- Saturday, December 7, 2013 -- Eavesdropping on them from the comfort of my voyeur room, I smiled as Trish and Lindsay shared a rather intimate kiss just outside the mansion near the pool. The two ladies - both of whom were gorgeous, stunning, bombshell blondes - were also hugging and caressing each other at the same time. Even better, they had recently stripped all of their clothing off and were now completely and wondrously nude. "I love you so much, Lindsay," Trish said, a very wide, far-reaching smile upon her enchanting face once their mutual kiss finally ended. "Being with you makes me so happy." Lindsay giggled and tightened the embrace upon her shapely girlfriend. "I am happy when I am with you too, Trish. I am happy we were able to get back together after what happened between us earlier in the year. You know I am sorry for all of that, right? It was all my fault. At least now, you and I have the opportunity to make everything right. And we have." Trish frowned. "Sometimes I still find myself holding back with you. I ... I'm afraid of saying too much, and possibly scaring you off again like what happened in June." "You won't scare me," Lindsay insisted. "I'm different now. It's really okay if someone loves and cares for me. I consider it an honor that you love me so much. When we first came to the island, Trish, I was all confused. No one ever talked to me the way you did. No one was ever so nice and concerned for me like you were. It was too much all at once. I was scared. I did not want to make a commitment. But as the summer went on, I began to realize that this is where I wanted to be - with Jeremy, with you, and with the others. I am different now! Tell me anything, Trishy." "Trishy?" the Canadian giggled. "That's a new one." She paused for an instant, but soon added, "Well ... you always tell me to be open and honest with what I say. Remember when you and I first met each other back in June at the airport in Miami? You had just flown in from Cincinnati, and I'd come from Toronto. We were boarding the flight to Lima. My WHOLE WORLD stopped when I got my first glimpse of you." Trish smiled at the memories, then went on, "You had on your little black pair of spandex pants, the white concert tour t-shirt for Carrie Underwood, and a pink windbreaker jacket that I never really saw again. Your hair was messy but still really cute; you had it pinned-up." Lindsay snickered. "I remember that! I had to wake up SOOOOO early that morning, and was not used to it. I was running late, and barely had any time to fix my hair." "I was in love with you from the very instant I saw you," Trish confessed. "As I said, my whole world stopped when I saw you. I was like, OH MY GOD ... who is that? Is there a Miss Teen Universe beauty pageant happening in Miami that I did not know about?" Lindsay's face blushed a crimson red at those kind words and she even bit her lower lip as Trish added, "Then I saw the black wristband around your elbow." Lindsay nodded her head. "I remember that, too. Jeremy asked all of us to wear black wristbands on our right elbow. I had mine on over top of the jacket. I saw yours, too. It was Jeremy's way of getting us to notice each other before any of us had even met. It was a smart idea." "My heart melted," Trish swooned, "when you came up to me and pointed to my wristband, and then asked me in that sweet, innocent, little voice of yours, Excuse me, ma'am, but are you headed to Peru? An island off its coast, by chance?." Lindsay giggled merrily. "I called you ma'am." Trish shuddered. "I knew right then and there, I was not going to let you out of my sights. Ever. I wanted to drop everything and marry you on the spot. I wanted to take you home and play HOUSE with you for the next 50 or 60 years." Trish took a deep breath and smiled. "Nothing has changed since, except the fact that I love you even more now." "Awwwww..." Lindsay cooed, as she linked hands with Trish and slowly guided her toward the mansion. "Come on, let's go back inside. You sat next to me on the flight to Peru and we became friends, Trish. We went to the island that night in Jeremy's big boat. I remember feeling sick, but you stayed by my side the entire cruise and comforted me." Lindsay squealed and yelped with delight as Trish offered her precious, tight ass a playful slap from behind. Wanting her to move along, Trish slapped Lindsay's backside again. Finally, the little hellcat got the idea, and she scampered the final few steps into the mansion. Once Trish joined her there, Lindsay gave the luscious 30-year-old a truly heated kiss. The pair of ladies moaned and shivered together as one, which caused my cock to begin to rustle about within my trousers and show signs of life. God Bless the voyeur room! I growled myself and watched with interested eyes as their kiss continued. Trish and Lindsay were exchanging tongues between their open-mouthed kiss. I zoomed in for a closer look with the hidden camera, which did nothing but force my pulsing shaft to finally reach its fully erect potential. "All I've ever wanted to do is hold and kiss you!" Trish exclaimed once their lips finally parted. "Oh God ... you're the sweetest little thing I've ever seen in my entire LIFE!" Trish placed both hands upon Lindsay's humble, B-cup breasts and began fondling them. "Your body is so irresistible!" Taking the compliment in stride, Lindsay reached out and cupped Trish's large, D-cup breasts. "And you have the best body I have ever seen on a woman." She pouted for an instant and added, "I can't tell you how many times in the past that I wished my breasts were as big as yours." Lindsay glanced downward for a moment and concluded, "Mine look like little mole-hills compared to yours." "I don't want you to change," Trish stressed, kissing her girlfriend on the lips. "Your body is perfect the way it is. Every person on this island will tell you the same thing." "Oh, I know," Lindsay smiled. "Between all of the things that you and Jeremy have said to me, and even the others, I am very secure with my body now. I used to be extremely jealous of girls like you, Trish, but not anymore. I am proud of my body and the way that I look." "As you should be," Trish agreed. "I always thought people wanted girls with big breasts like yours but now I know differently," Lindsay commented. "Not everyone is the same. And people like variety, too. All I have to do is put on a cheerleader or schoolgirl uniform, and Jeremy forgets about everyone else but me. He will even forget Kristanna!" Lindsay giggled and ended, "Well ... for a little bit, at least." "Those uniforms you have are really, really naughty..." Trish smirked. "They make you look SOOOOO young." With a glint in her eyes, Trish went on, "I'd love it if you would put one of them on for me. I've never been with a cheerleader before ... especially one as sexy as you." "The only person I have ever dressed up for is Jeremy," Lindsay murmured. "I do it because it makes him happy." "Can you dress up for me?" Trish squealed, now pleading. "I would give anything to see you in that little blue and yellow cheerleader uniform you have, and then make love to you with it still on. Anything at all..." "Anything?" Lindsay grinned. "Hmmmmm. Well, one thing does come to mind. You have to..." "Plow that little ass of yours with a strap-on?" Trish interjected, nodding her head. She kissed Lindsay and said, "I know you too well, baby. I know what you want." "Then all we would need is Jeremy's cock for my pussy!" Lindsay snickered. "A cock in my pussy and a dildo in my ass. Hmmmmm ... a dildo for my mouth, too. Krissy?" Trish laughed and countered, "I think they're both a bit tired, sweetheart. Last I saw them, Krissy and Jeremy were talking about taking a nap or even going back to bed. You know that they had a really long flight from Maryland and then Florida yesterday. Air travel can definitely do that to you. It tires me out, personally, like nothing else." "Tired?" Lindsay responded, shaking her head. "Bet you anything that Krissy and Jeremy are having sex right now. And that Devon is with them, too." "I don't know, but I saw Amy with..." "I need to have a talk with Amy," Lindsay said, her eyes flashing with an uncharacteristic amount of anger. "Jeremy told me something this morning, and I need to talk to Amy about it. She and I are going to have it out big-time." "Oh?" Trish was concerned. "What's going on?" "Nothing. Don't worry about it." Just like that, Lindsay was all smiles and beaming with joy again. "Would you like me to go and put that cheerleader uniform on right now?" "Oh God, honey," Trish responded, suddenly short of breath, her voice hoarse and weak. "I'd love for you to!" "You go get that purple dildo that I like so much in my ass," Lindsay told her. "You know, the big strap-on. You might as well get another one for my pussy, too, because I want you to do me in both places. Meanwhile, I will go put my cheerleader uniform on, and meet you back here in five minutes. How does that sound?" "You got yourself a deal!" Trish gleefully exclaimed, as the two ladies kissed and then temporarily parted ways. "Hmmmmm ... she is early," I mumbled to myself, looking at my wristwatch, as the monitor here within the voyeur room which oversaw the long corridor to where I was located - the master suite - flickered to life. Walking along briskly, Amy had triggered the hidden motion detector that was linked with the surveillance system. "12:55," I nodded, standing up from the control panel and then making my way out to the bedroom. I dreaded the idea of not being able to sit back in the voyeur room and watch Trish violate Lindsay's ass with a massive strap-on dildo, but knew that the cameras were rolling and I could watch their coupling in real time whenever I felt like it. Still, there was nothing quite like watching it live. But I had an important afternoon lined up with Amy. It was probably not going to be a pleasant one for her, either. When there was a gentle knock upon the door, I was there to open it immediately. "Hi Jeremy," Amy greeted me with a smile that was one part uncomfortable, the other part playful. "You told me after breakfast this morning to meet you here at one o'clock?" I stepped away from her and moved toward the bed. "I did. Come inside, Amy. Close and the lock the door behind you." The young woman was bubbling with anticipation. I could see it across her face and in her body language. Amy was under the impression that I was going to spend the afternoon doing things to her body that would make her cry and scream out in erotic mercy. She was only partially correct. About once a week, I would turn totally dominant with Amy and treat her like a sex toy. Amy, of course, wished it was much more often (like every day), but I was still adjusting to the lifestyle and nuances of being a dominant man. Plus, I still did not particularly care for the more harsh and physical play that Amy herself seemed to crave. Yet the physical pain and discomfort was what Amy enjoyed - it did things to her mind, she claimed, so I had to strike a safe balance where I could keep her happy and satisfied while not disturbing myself too much at the same time. "Should I address you as Master right now?" she asked, hopeful, latching the door behind her. In full dominant mode, I narrowed my gaze at her and retorted, "What do you think?" "Yes, Master," Amy nodded, nearly stumbling over her own feet. "I'm sorry, Master." She quickly dropped to her knees near the entrance and placed both hands behind her back, then jutted her large breasts outward in an awesome display of total submission. She knew her to present herself to me. "Take your top off," I demanded. "Yes, Master." The slinky, little half-shirt, which fit her body like a glove, was literally off in the blink of an eye. Amy's bare breasts jiggled and swelled with every breath as she again placed both hands behind her back and arched her torso forward. She lowered her eyes, and I knew Amy would hold this exact position under told otherwise. "You've been a very bad girl," I simply told her. Without the playful tent in my voice that almost always accompanied such words, Amy appeared confused and even shook her head for an instant at the prospects. "What, Master?" Indeed, my words - and the tone of my voice - had confused her. "What? What did I do wrong?" I would never..." "THIS!" I interjected, quite upset, jamming my tablet and the image it displayed in front of her face. It was a photograph posted on Amy's personal Facebook page, dated October 25, 2013, of a smiling Lindsay receiving a kiss on one cheek from Trish, and a kiss from Amy on the other. I began to thumb through several of the photographs on my tablet, which were easily available to anyone in the world who had Internet access since Amy had a public profile. One picture was Kristanna and Devon snuggling and kissing each other near the cornfield back on the farm. Another was of me spraying Trish and Lindsay with a garden hose. And another was a topless Lindsay, though face-down and thus her breasts concealed, receiving a full-body massage from Trish. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING BROADCASING OUR PERSONAL LIFE FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD TO SEE?" I erupted in a delirious, maddening rage, as Amy recoiled back, overcome with anxiety and fright. "YOU HAVE HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF PICTURES OF US ALL OVER FACEBOOK AND INSTAGRAM!" This anger had been boiling up inside of me since I first learned that these photographs were online two days ago. Now the anger was exploding; I had never raised my voice at anyone quite like this before. I wondered to myself if I would ever come close to this again. "WHAT THE FUCK, AMY? WHAT THE FUCK!" Nor did I enjoy using that word. I had really gone off the deep end here. But I felt it was more than justified. Already trembling with fear, Amy was crying. She certainly did not expect this type of reception from me when I asked her after breakfast to meet me here in the master suite at 1:00pm. "I ... I'm s-sorry, Jeremy ... MASTER! MASTER! I'M SORRY!" I roared like an angry animal at her. "SOME OF US - NAMELY MYSELF AND LINDSAY - ARE TRYING TO KEEP THE TRUE STATUS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP A SECRET FROM OUR RESPECTIVE FAMILIES! I do not think Lindsay would like her mother, or one of her sisters, to be idly surfing through social media one day only to come across a picture of her playing Twister with four other girls dressed in skimpy lingerie! Nor do I want any of my family to see me sitting in a chair, shirtless, with Devon, Trish and Lindsay crawling all over me!" My voice went loud again as I demanded, "WHY DO YOU HAVE THESE ALL THESE PICTURES OF US ONLINE? WHAT POSSIBLE BENEFIT IS THERE TO BROADCASTING OUR PRIVATE LIVES FOR THE ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD TO SEE?" "I'm sorry, Master!" Amy sobbed. "I'm sorry! I ... I'll take them down when I get the chance!" "WHY ARE THEY ONLINE?" "Because I'm happy!" she whined, her emotions getting the best of her. "For once in my life I am finally happy, and I wanted to share that happiness with my friends on Facebook and Instagram!" Amy began sobbing uncontrollably. "I'M SORRY, JEREMY ... oh God, Master! I'm sorry! I'll take them down immediately if you want me to! I ... I didn't think I was doing anything wr-wrong!" I took a long, deep breath and was able to calm down quite considerably, yet I was still incredibly upset. "You didn't think you were doing anything wrong by posting photographs of our private lives on the Internet - considering the life that we lead - for the entire world to see?" "N-No..." she cried. "I just ... I just wanted ... others to see ... how happy my life had become." "You have over 2,000 friends on Facebook," I said to her. "You are accepting random friend requests from anyone who sends them to you. These people are not your FRIENDS. They are people who download your photographs and then alter them with programs like Paint and Photoshop for whatever reason, then put them on other websites." I glanced at my tablet and began to rattle off some of the comments to the posted photographs. "I thought Amy wore a push-up bra but nah, she has natural tits dude! Sexy and hot. BOOBS! Lindsay is such a doll. I want both in my bedroom right now!" I narrowed my eyes as I read off, "You'd fit perfectly in a cage down in my basement." I then glared at Amy and demanded, "Are you doing this for attention? Do you like all these random strangers making lewd and disrespectful comments about you?" Tears were running down her face. "Yes..." "It's over!" I exclaimed, pointing toward the computer here in the bedroom. "Before you leave this room today, you will delete every photograph and post that you have on both your Facebook and Instagram accounts. You will delete the accounts if it gives you the option. And you will NEVER post a personal photograph from our lives online again. Do I make myself clear, young lady?" "Yes, Master," she shrieked, trying to wipe away her tears. "Please don't be mad at me! PLEASE! Did ... did you tell any of the others what I had posted online?" "Pamela told Kristanna and I about it two days ago in Maryland," I remarked. "Apparently, Pamela is one of your friends on both accounts. I also told Lindsay this morning." Amy winced at those words as I added, "Lindsay is not very happy. She is, in fact, quite angry. She says her younger sister, Alison, is on Facebook all the time, and all it would take is a couple of keystrokes - a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend - and Alison would see pictures of Lindsay and the other girls splattered all over her screen. Is that a way for Lindsay's family to find out that she is bisexual, and not engaged to me as we have them believing? Damn, Amy! WHAT were you thinking when you posted those?" "I didn't think it would hurt anyone!" she cried, shaking her head in despair. "Oh God, I'm sorry!" I shook my head at her as well. "Trish may be open about her life and the choices she has made with her family, but I am quite certain that she does not want the whole world to have access to her private moments and details about her sexual preferences. The same goes for Kristanna, who is not happy with you either. Devon? Devon is on the outs with her family and does not even really speak to anyone but her sister anymore, yet I know for a fact that she would not want them to come across her on social media in the way your posts and photographs depict her." I did not want to say this, but I had to. "This was DUMB, Amy. It was DUMB of you to do, it was ignorant, it was reckless. You have placed the reputation and the sanctity we have with our families in jeopardy with your own careless nature." She was really bawling her eyes out now as I went on, "This was something the OLD Amy would have done, but not the NEW Amy. Or so I thought. I thought we turned over a new leaf in your life when our relationship changed. I thought you wanted me to take control. I thought if you were unsure or uncertain about something, you wanted me to make the decision for you ... NOT you. How could you possibly think it was okay to broadcast our lives on the Internet?" "I'M SORRY!" she roared out, now a disheveled mess. "Look at this garbage!" I exclaimed, pulling up more photographs and the comments attached to them. "BOOBMETER ... OVER 9,000. Let's mix in some sperm with that smile! Wow, this is the best picture ever ... Devon and Amy together. I just want to climb between your tits and live there forever. You and Lindsay should really make a porno together." "I didn't mean to hurt anyone!" she insisted. "You want me to dominate you?" I snapped at her. "You want me to take control of you and make you my own? Well, there comes a price with that when, as a submissive, Amy, you misbehave. Doing something so reckless and thoughtless as broadcasting our private lives for the entire world to see definitely qualifies as misbehaving. On your feet. NOW!" Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 03 "Are you going to punish me?" she quaked, staggering to her feet and plucking at her stomach as if all the crying and emotional outbursts had caused her some sort of pain. Instead of answering, I grabbed Amy by the arm and marched her into the far corner, only then to press her nose against the wall. I latched onto a clump of her red hair and held her face there for several seconds, my lips so close to her ear that she could probably feel my breath. At the same time, I used my opposite hand to pull her little, black mini-skirt upward, bunching it at her waistline and fully exposing her bare bottom for the discipline she knew it would soon receive. "I'm sorry," Amy whispered, trying to look back at me. "Did I tell you that you could come out of your corner?" I put my hand on the top of her head and positioned her so the only thing she could possibly see was the wall. "You stay right here. You do not move a muscle. You do not move from this spot, and you keep your nose in this corner until I say otherwise." I made a fist and knocked on the wall several times, then ended, "Is that clear?" "Yes, Master," she muttered, her words barely audible. With one hand upon her shoulder, I took a step back but less than a second later, the bamboo cane that Amy did not know I had picked up snapped a stinging line of first pain and then a burning path of fire across her backside. Arching in shock, Amy slapped her hands flat upon the wall. Dancing and bouncing about in an effort not to break position or grab her ass in protest, Amy's lips parted and she let out a deep, drawn-out screech of absolute discomfort. Not expecting the cane, Amy's eyes nearly exploded from their sockets as the sensations must have just ripped through her. "I said, IS THAT CLEAR?" "Yes, Master!" she gasped. "Oh God, yes! Yes, Master!" "I am SO disappointed in you right now, Amy. You have been so good and obedient these past couple of months, and have earned praise from everyone for the reversal in your attitude and demeanor. Yet now I learn that all along, you were being BAD behind our backs all along by putting our lives on Facebook and Instagram for everyone to see." "I'm sorry! she reiterated, tears again streaming down her face. "I really am. Please don't be angry at me..." Amy cried out as I peppered her backside with swat after heavy swat with an open palm, in a steady, yet quickening rhythm. Again, I was walking a fine line here. I did not want the pain to be too excessive - I still hold firm to the claim that I could never truly harm a woman - yet this was what Amy wanted. She wanted me to be forceful and domineering with her. She also wanted me to discipline her when it was necessary. It was all part of her submissive desires and the overall nature of the lifestyle. "Oh my God..." Amy sobbed as once I was done spanking her by hand, I retrieved the bamboo cane and continually tapped it across her backside in a light, gentle matter. "You ... you're going to use that thing on me again?" I brought the cane back and with a flick of the wrist, Amy offered a little yelp that sounded similar to the noise a dog would make if someone were to accidentally step on its paw. The implement left a biting line of red misery upon her backside. Amy sighed and closed her eyes in both pain and frustration, yet held the proper position against the wall. I began tapping her again with the cane. It was very minor, indeed, but the message that I wanted to convey here was that I would soon strike again - but only when I wanted to. I wanted the anticipation - the fear - to build within her before each incoming lash. This was her punishment, and Amy knew damn well it was one that she deserved. I blasted her ass again. This time, it was harder. The 31-year-old let out a deep, guttural growl, her fingers curling and their long nails scraping upon the wall. I even found it arousing to watch her entire body shudder and vibrate in response to what I was doing to her. It took all of Amy's willpower not to just let loose and scream out at the very top of her lungs. But I was not done with her. I placed the cane upon Amy's quivering ass and held it there for several seconds, my eyes inspecting the blossoming red welts and lines which were forming. Her vulnerable, exposed skin was my own personal canvas, and I could paint it whatever way I deemed necessary. I began with a very light tapping, only to pull the cane back and hesitate - drawing the moment out even further - then pelted her once again. "Ohhhhh..." Amy huffed, her entire body convulsing with wild, uncontrollable shivers, as I placed my hand upon her ass and possessively squeezed all of the places which the cane had marked. "Oh my God," she continued, breathless. "Oh my God ... oh my God ... oh my God..." "Why are you being punished, Amy Kathleen?" I asked, using her middle name for added emphasis. "Tell me." "Because I posted our private pictures on social media websites and maybe compromised the privacy that you and the other girls want to keep and uphold!" Amy squirmed and writhed as I continued to roughly squeeze and knead the burning, aching flesh of her bottom with my right hand. "You also compromised all of our trust in you." "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master!" "Are you going to post photographs of us on the Internet ever again?" "No, Master!" she cried. "I won't, I swear!" "Are you going to take them offline once I am through with you here?" "Yes, Master." "Have you learned a valuable lesson today?" "Yes, Master." "Does that ass of yours feel like it is on fire?" "YES, MASTER!" Amy roared out, as I offered her one final thwack with the cane. Needless to say, it was the hardest one yet. Amy bounced and vibrated in place, her backside a dark, fire engine red. Amy even hopped a bit, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, trying to do whatever she could without reaching back and cupping her backside to help alleviate the pain and discomfort. To her credit, though, she kept her nose stuffed against the wall throughout her entire ordeal. Not once did Amy even try to look back at me through the corner of her eye. I was proud of her. She was quite the submissive, I must say. Amy grunted and continued to cry when I pulled her away from the wall and brought her into my arms, only to bring the side of her face upon my chest and hold her lovingly. "Shh," I tried consoling her. "Your punishment is over." "I'm sorry!" she whispered, still sobbing. "I'm sorry ... please forgive me! PLEASE! I'm sorry..." "I'm not angry at you anymore," were my words, as I kissed the crown of her head in a gentle and caring fashion. "I said my peace, and it is over. You know I'm not the type to hold grudges, sweetheart. I forgive you." "Thank you, Master," she said, one arm wrapped around my body, the other behind her and its hand clutching her ass. "Does it hurt?" I inquired, pulling her hand away and replacing it with one of my own for a soothing massage. "Yes!" "Yet you deserved it." "Yes, Master." "I don't enjoy disciplining you like that, Amy. Please do not give me a reason to do it again in the future. If I punish you, I want it to be for fun and pleasure ... not because you have badly misbehaved. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Master..." Amy looked ruined. Absolutely ruined. She had come to the big bedroom expecting an afternoon full of play and carnal delight, yet the reality of what happened was anything but. I felt really sorry for her. Yes, I did. My anger could have (and should have) ended with just words, but the unique nature of our relationship demanded that I take things to the extreme and actually physically punish Amy for her transgressions. It was the best way for us to work toward the goal of it never happening again. If I were to take time and really think about it, I would probably become disgusted and angry at myself for what I had done. Yet I never let myself get that far. I always gave myself the mental reminder that this was what Amy wanted. She wanted me to be her protector, her dominator ... her owner. Amy simply did not feel complete otherwise. "I love you," Amy sobbed, her face still buried in my chest, as she now used two hands (in addition to one of mine) to rub and sculpt her aching backside. "I'm so sorry." "I know you are, honey," I quietly told her in response. "Shh ... settle down. It's alright." I held and comforted her as best I could, whispering, "And I love you too." Suddenly, the thought of Trish and Lindsay - and what they were up to at the current moment - popped into my mind. Before had Amy joined me here in the grand master suite, I had been watching Trish and Lindsay (via the voyeur room) kiss and caress each other for the better part of a half-hour. At last check, Trish asked Lindsay to change into one of her sexy, little cheerleader outfits. Lindsay agreed, of course, but only if Trish would penetrate her with a pair of strap-on dildos. Considering that was a good 15 minutes ago, I naturally wondered how things had been progressing for them. "Follow me, Amy," I said, hooking my right arm around her from the side and guiding her into the adjacent voyeur room. Only a few of the monitors were active, but Amy's eyes grew wide as she immediately focused on the big screen at the center of the control panel. Apparently having ventured off to a new area in their erotic travels, Lindsay was bent over the dining room table as Trish pumped her ass from behind with a strap-on dildo. Her mouth wide open and her blue eyes bulging, Lindsay was panting and grunting out in unbridled lust. Indeed, Lindsay had on her little blue and yellow cheerleader skirt (though its hem was flipped up beyond her waist) and a matching shell top, along with white saddle shoes and yellow socks. The 19-year-old had even went the extra mile, so to speak, for Trish, having done her long, free-flowing blonde hair up into a pair of bushy pig-tails. Doing so only made her look even more young and corruptible. It should go without mentioning that Trish was having a wonderful time of her own. Totally nude, her massive, yet firm breasts bounced and wobbled about as she dropped the proverbial hammer on Lindsay. Trish even latched onto those pig-tails and stretched them outward as if they were handle-bars on a bicycle as she rode Lindsay like a champion. "Oh my God..." Amy murmured, licking her lips, as she watched the monitor rather intently. I must also point out that, in an effort to be totally open and honest in our relationship, I finally fessed up and told Trish, Lindsay and Amy about the voyeur room and its existence a few weeks ago. Some of them (Amy) took the news better than others (Trish), but in the end, all was fine and there were no ill feelings toward me. An entire chapter could be easily be devoted to that discussion... But back in the present time, I had already pulled my trousers and briefs downward, my thick, aching shaft standing firm and at attention. I took a seat in the big chair in front of the control panel and quickly instructed her, "Suck my cock, Amy. Now." In less than three seconds, Amy dropped to the floor and had her lips wrapped securely around my erection. I closed my eyes and sighed in utter pleasure for a brief moment, but then re-focused upon the surveillance monitor and placed my hand upon the side of Amy's head. She was already bobbing back-and-forth, her hungry mouth literally inhaling my erection with each forward stroke, as I concentrated on the images in front of me. I nearly lost it once I realized that Lindsay had a hand buried between her own thighs, with a large, buzzing vibrator pressed snugly upon her pussy and clitoris. Trish, meanwhile, seemed more than content to pound Lindsay's ass with that dildo from now until the absolute end of time. Amy had a hand on her own backside (I assumed it was still burning from her earlier punishment) while the other cupped and kneaded my testicles. That mouth of hers was ravenous! When Lindsay let out a loud, high-pitched squeal, Trish knew that she had her close to an orgasm. Thus, Trish jammed the dildo into Lindsay's rectum one final time and leaned all the way forward, until her breasts were squished upon her lover's back. The vibrator still audibly humming, Trish then inserted three fingers into Lindsay's soaked pussy and began to thrust them in-and-out in a repeated motion. Trapped between Trish and the dinner table beneath her, Lindsay then screeched wildly as her body went through the joyous progression of orgasm. At the same time, I whipped my cock out of Amy's mouth and growled like a madman, my sperm jettisoning outward and splashing across various portions of her face, her forehead, her hair and her lips. Amy glared up at me with longing eyes, her mouth open and tongue fully extended, until every last ounce of semen had been completely milked out of me. Trish climbed on top of Lindsay upon the dinner table and simply lay there, kissing her neck and shoulders, as Amy did a nice clean-up job with her mouth. The eager submissive motioned toward the surveillance monitor with her head and flashed me a vibrant, playful smile. "Do you think they might want some company, Master? I would love to go and join them for some fun!" ------- The dinner meal Amy prepared for us that particular evening was absolutely delicious. She fired up some Angus filet mignons and rib-eyes on the grill, as well as garlic mashed potatoes and steak fries in the kitchen. It was such a beautiful evening that instead of dining in the mansion, everyone wanted to eat their food outside. We chose the picnic area, which was in close proximity to the rock pool and fountain. Along with yours truly, all six of the ladies ate their meals at the spacious picnic table. The bright sunshine and warm weather was a welcome change from the 23 degree (Fahrenheit) temperature Kristanna and I had encountered the previous two days while in Baltimore. It seemed as if we had gone to sleep and did not wake up for six months. I hoped the drastic change in weather would not cause either of us to come down with the flu. With Christmas fast approaching, we did not need to be sick. After dinner concluded, I ventured into the kitchen and approached Amy, who had taken the liberty of doing the dishes herself (this was usually my job), from behind. Amy was wearing a new mini-skirt, of course, and when I placed my hand upon her ass, she literally jumped as she turned and offered me a gracious, loving smile. Simply wanting to check on her, I grinned in return and asked, "How are things, dear? Is everything okay?" "Everything is fine," she responded, nodding her head, yet wincing a bit as she rubbed her backside. "Still a little tender and sore, huh?" "A little?" Amy laughed. "It's more than a little, but yeah ... tender and sore. Scorching and sore, actually!" Just then, Lindsay made her way into the kitchen. "Hi Jeremy," she smiled at me in a peppy, friendly tone, before focusing all of her attention upon Amy. Lindsay got up right beside Amy at the sink, then turned her back and leaned against it casually. She looked left, right, then left again, before her expression turned quite dire and serious. "I heard about all those pictures of us you were putting on the Internet for the world to see," Lindsay said, almost in a faint whisper, as Amy stopped what she was doing and gulped her throat in response. Lindsay glanced downward for a moment and snickered angrily, patting Amy's ass with an open palm. "I also heard that Jeremy gave you a proper punishment for being so reckless and disrespectful toward the people who love and care for you, and who have helped you turn your life around these past few months and find the happiness that you have always longed for." "I'm sorry, Lindsay!" Amy whined, becoming upset again. "I had no idea it would..." "If my mom or my sisters ever come across any of those photographs," Lindsay interjected, her voice even more cold and calculating than before, "or anyone else in my family, for that matter, I will NEVER forgive you. You will have HELL to pay, and I will see to it personally." "Lindsay!" Amy complained. "Please, let me explain!" And at that moment, Trish appeared in the kitchen. "There you are," she said to Lindsay, obviously unaware of the prior verbal exchange. "Are you ready to go down to the recreation room, baby? Nothin' says a good time like playing Grand Theft Auto V until one or two o'clock in the morning." "I sure am," Lindsay answered, suddenly all energetic and bubbly again. "You lead the way." When Trish turned to exit the kitchen, Lindsay shot one more sadistic look toward Amy and then followed her girlfriend out with a gleeful smile. "Wait up, Trish!" "Lindsay will get over it," I urged to Amy, who appeared to be on the verge of breaking down and crying yet again. "Just give her some time. She is simply mad now." "You and I took all those pictures down earlier!" Amy mewed. "No one will ever see them again, right?" "When you post something on the Internet, honey, you can never truly get rid of it," I advised her. "I am sure there are hundreds of people who downloaded all of the pictures you posted and have them sitting on their computer right now." Amy let out a loud, shrill whine at those words as I ended, "Let's hope that no one close to any of us sees them." Amy was pouting. "I really messed up, didn't I?" I frowned as well. "Yes, you did." ------- After staying with Amy in the kitchen for a few more minutes and trying to enlighten her spirits, I decided that it was time to move along. I gave her a warm hug and a kiss, and again accepted her apology. Once out in the main hall, however, I contemplated what my next destination should be. I was not going to the recreation room, despite the fact that I loved playing video games with Trish and Lindsay. Actually, it was an easy excuse just to be able to spend time with each of them more than anything. Trish and Lindsay got along so beautifully, and they always had loads of fun while playing games together. It was a joy just to watch them. But, I was steering clear of the recreation room tonight. Kristanna and Devon were together in the main bedroom. Or, at least that was where both of them claimed they were going once dinner ended. Did I need to check on them? No, probably not. I simply figured they were having sex again. Of course, it would be nice to throw myself right into the middle of them. Alas, I had more important issues to deal with tonight. Yes ... more important than a possible three-some involving yours truly and two gorgeous women, one of which was my newlywed bride. Amy was finishing the dishes in the kitchen. Afterward, Amy told me, she was going to take a hot bath and probably go straight to bed. She had been through quite a rough day, and could clearly use a good night's rest. That covered all of the women currently on the island - except one. Where this particular lady was I did not know, but figured a good place to look would be the library. After all, she had always loved the library. Once I found her, she would be my destination for the rest of the evening. ------- Some things don't change. That is what I said to myself moments later, as I stood at the entrance to the mahogany library on the upper level of the mansion. Long-flowing blonde hair pulled back into a pony-tail. That beautiful, flawless face. Reading glasses which offered a classy, distinguished appearance. A simple white blouse and a pair of loose-fitting jeans. And, oh yes - the book itself. My precious angel was reading a novel about time warps and parallel universes. Not only had she always loved to read here in the library, but this goddess often chose unique books. That was understandable simply because she was a unique woman. A special woman whom I was so incredibly happy had finally returned to her rightful place in life - with us. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 03 Oh, her return was not quite official, unfortunately - but at least she had volunteered to give our lifestyle one more chance. At this point, I could not ask for anything more. "Hi Pamela," I said, drawing her attention from the book. ***End of Chapter 3*** Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 04 "Chapter 4: Vacillation" Topic: Pamela is a Goddess! From: Ian1977 Gender: M #Posts: 156 Pamela is a Goddess! Posted: August 20, 2013, 10:02am Miss Pamela is a Goddess for sure. I had the opportunity to spend some time with her at the club this past weekend and found her to be a truly delightful girl. Pamela has a great personality, she is friendly and has a wonderful smile that makes you want to smile back at her. When Pamela is on stage, she makes eye contact with the patrons and interacts with them. She is fun to watch as she dances for the audience. When it comes to a lap dance, Pamela has a wonderful sultry look in her eyes that makes you want even more of her time. I most definitely recommend spending time with this hot girl. All in all, Miss Pamela is a Goddess! Ian From: HeavyD9116 Gender: M #Posts: 170 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #1 on August 22, 2013, 8:34pm Guys, If you want to really enjoy yourself and have a great time with a charming, sexy, funny and sultry lady, then Pamela is a must! She will make you smile, laugh, squirm and pant for more. Pamela has such a wonderful personality and a lust for life that you cannot help but have fun with her. I highly recommend you spend some time with Pamela if you are looking for great company. She will not hustle you and then leave you high and dry. Rather, she will sit and talk with you and carry on an intelligent discussion for as long as you like. Pamela gives a great lap dance, too! I had an excellent time with her and will be coming back for more soon. Enjoy yourselves with this great young lady. -Darius From: HartSung Gender: M #Posts: 4 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #2 on August 27, 2013, 3:10pm I saw Pamela dance last night. She is great! I loved her dance routine to Richard Marx's "Have Mercy" - I almost lost it! She sure knows how to jiggle her assets in tune with the music. Maybe next time I will be able to stay longer and get to spend some one on one time with her. Peace out ... HartSung From: HartSung Gender: M #Posts: 5 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #3 on August 27, 2013, 3:12pm Oh yeah... Where can I find Pamela's schedule so I know when she will be working next? Is it posted here on the website? Peace out ... HartSung From: Roxanne (V.I.P.) Gender: F #Posts: 13 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #4 on September 5, 2013, 2:19pm Yes, yes, yes ... Pamela is awesome! I have been dancing at [Strip Club Name] for about two months and am still getting a feel for the place, so to speak. My very first night on the job, Pamela introduced herself and told me that if I had any questions, feel free to ask her and she would try to help. She is the Mother Hen to all of us! To me, this speaks volumes about Pamela as a person. A lot of dancers see what we do as competition, instead of what it should be and really is - FUN! And of course, Pamela is a pure hottie. For the love of God, someone PLEASE buy us a shower dance as I am dying to get those breasts of hers in my face! Love you Pamela!! XOXOXOXO, Roxanne From: HeavyD9116 Gender: M #Posts: 177 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #5 on September 16, 2013, 7:12pm Roxanne, I bet that would be quite a sight seeing you two cuties in a shower show! I may have to take you up on that idea the next time I am at [Strip Club Name]. Pamela sure does have a nice pair of ta-tas ... and you are not so bad yourself, girl! -Darius From: HartSung Gender: M #Posts: 8 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #7 on September 25, 2013, 2:51am Pamela, Could you post your schedule for the upcoming week? Want to see you... Peace out ... HartSung From: HeavyD9116 Gender: M #Posts: 187 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #8 on September 28, 2013, 9:28pm Roxanne, Just wanted to again say thank you to you and Pamela for the pleasure of your company in the champagne room last night. And the next time you two do a shower dance together, make sure to have the EMT Paramedics on stand-by because someone is bound to enter cardiac arrest! I almost did! -Darius From: BaltimoreBob Gender: M #Posts: 11 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #9 on October 3, 2013, 11:14am Pamela rocks! She is one of the nicest and hottest girls I have ever met and is the best dancer at the club. I cannot believe how good she looks on stage! It is easy to spend money on her, but she is worth all of the gold in Fort Knox! Pamela is super fine and she blew my mind! I hope to get back to [City Name] soon and see her soon. Big Bob From: Cygnus Gender: M #Posts: 1 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #10 on October 18, 2013, 08:39am I just had the pleasure of visiting the club for the first time with a few of my friends. Pamela caught my eye right away as she walked by and then blew me away when she took the stage. She is a sight to see while performing. My friends bought me a lap dance and let me tell you, it was something else. I was beyond nervous as it was my first time but she put me at ease and it was definitely an experience that I will never forget. I was unsure of the proper etiquette but I just had to tip her a little more. After the lap dance ended, Pamela came and sat with us for awhile. She is very down to earth and answered all of our newbie questions with class and a smile on her face. Later as the club was about to close, Pamela took the stage for a final time and I had the pleasure of sitting front row. I don't know if she remembered me from the dance before or not (I like to think so), but she did spend a good amount of time in front of us. I felt it only right to tip accordingly. I am not sure, but I hope I gave enough as she put on one heck of a show and, in my mind, earned every penny. I wish Pamela the absolute best of luck and I hope to see her next time. -Cygnus From: Pamela (V.I.P.) Gender: F #Posts: 8 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #11 on October 18, 2013, 02:02pm Oh gosh I should check here more often than I have the past couple of months because all of these great posts about me have put a smile on my face! Thank you to everyone for being so nice! Cygnus: If you are who I think you are (Michael from last night?), of course I remembered you during my last stage show! I remember you now! I would love for you to come and visit me again as I greatly enjoyed talking with you too. You were so nice to me! HartSung: My schedule is pretty much set in stone - Monday through Thursday I work 7:00pm to 4:00am, and Friday and Saturday I work 5:00pm to 5:00am. But just in case, if you want to come see me any night, call the club beforehand and ask them if I am working. They will be more than happy to let you know. Again, I want to thank everyone for all of the nice things that were said about me. I really appreciate it! With much love, Pamela From: HartSung Gender: M #Posts: 11 Pamela is a Goddess! Reply #12 on October 26th, 2013, 1:13am Thanks for being a sweetheart Pamela and letting me know your schedule. You are the only reason I would even go to [Strip Club Name] at this point anymore. I will see you soon! Peace out ... HartSung - "So," I said to Pamela, as she and I sat side-by-side in front of the computer in the mansion's den on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, "it seems like you were quite the popular girl at the strip club where you worked. It also seems like you have been quite busy since you originally left the island back in July." I raised an eyebrow at her and gently mused, "60 hour work weeks? Only one night off? Didn't your work schedule used to be much lighter, if I remember correctly?" Pamela frowned. "It did. I used to work just four nights, with anywhere from a 36 to 46 hour week. But with everything that went on here in the summer - all the disagreements I had with you, Jeremy, and my troubles with Kristanna and Devon - I felt as if I needed to stay busy and active. So, I kind of immersed myself in the strip club." "Even though you hated it?" "Yeah. It was all I had left." For the past 20 minutes, Pamela and I had been scouring the website of the Baltimore-area strip club which she had been employed at for what would soon be 12 years for any mention of her. We had come across a lot - photographs, comments, reviews - but this particular thread on the forum detailed above caught my eye more than anything. "Why did you refuse my offer of help?" I asked, to which Pamela sighed. "I volunteered to have a private school built in or near your hometown of [City Name]. I was going to own and operate it, and I would see to it that you would of had a secure job there provided you finished your degree in education. You would have never had to worry about the school board finding out that you were once a stripper and, because of that, they suddenly deem you unfit to be a teacher. That has been your fear for many years, correct? All the hard work you've done in college would ultimately be for nothing because no school would hire, or keep, a former stripper?" "I was mad, Jeremy," Pamela told me. "Mad at you, mad at Kristanna ... mad at the world. Yet, I was still in love with you. I did not like the idea of you being with another woman while offering to finance and further my teaching career. The man I love would be living with Kristanna, making babies with her I am sure, and I would be stuck being his EMPLOYEE. The sole reason I would even have that job is because of you. I ... you would have a strong-hold on me, even if you refuse to admit it or think of it that way, for the rest of my life. Even if I never saw you again, you would still have a massive strong-hold on me. I ... I did not want that. So, I refused your help. There was no possible way that I could accept it." "I would have never held anything over your head." "I know you never would have intentionally," she insisted. "But it was me. It was in my mind. I could not accept your help because, to me, it would have always felt that way. I would have been reminded of you every day I went to work. I ... it ... I'm sorry, Jeremy, for not telling you this in the past. But I was so angry about everything." "It's okay," I offered, gently grasping her hand. "There is no need to apologize, sweetheart." I paused for a brief moment, contemplating what I wanted to say next. There were so many things that Pamela and I needed to discuss, and get out in the open. "So you expanded your work-load from four nights to six nights at the strip club. Your sister, Candice, told me and Kristanna that you never went out and did anything for yourself. You never spent any money, either. Why would you work so hard and never set aside any me time for you?" "Because I didn't feel like it," she answered. "If I was not working or going to school, I just wanted to stay home. I ... I was rotting away. I missed you so much, Jeremy. All I have ever wanted was for you and I to be together." "I want that as well," I stressed to her. "It will happen, too ... provided you allow it to happen. I know that your ideals are a little different than mine." "They are a lot different," Pamela offered, referring to my marriage with Kristanna, and the special relationships I had with Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy. "But I am going to work through it. I'm going to give it a shot." "And I thank you for that, dear." "I wanted to work seven nights a week, you know. But the club wouldn't let me. I just wanted to stay busy because if I just sat around and did nothing, I'd go crazy. I ... I never stopped loving you, Jeremy. I wanted you so m-much." I stood up from the chair and brought Pamela into my arms. She began sobbing, albeit gently. "It's okay, sweetheart," I soothed her. "Shhhhh ... it's okay." I pulled her face away from my chest and looked into her tear-stained eyes. "You're much too special of a lady to be crying." I kissed away some of those tears and added, "Can you smile for me?" Even though she was still crying in the most gentle of ways, Pamela looked into my eyes and somehow forged a smile. "That's my girl," I grinned in response, encircling her with both arms once again. "I don't want you to cry, Pamela. I don't want anything negative in your life. What happened between us in the past is just that ... in the past. What happened between you and Kristanna is in the past. There is no way to change it. But we have the present, and the future. We have the rest of our lives..." Her face again nuzzled upon my shoulder, Pamela shook her head and fretted, "This just seems so impractical! You have Kristanna in your life. Amy is chomping at the bit to marry you too it seems, and Lindsay is not far behind. Then you also have Devon and Trish ... AND you want me in your life now as well. That's six women for one man!" "Not six women for one man," I mused, shaking my head and sitting down next to her. "It's seven people for each other. You have always struggled with that idea, Pamela, and never seemed to quite understand it. It's not all these girls and me. It's all of us together, as one big, happy family. We all love and take care of each other as a group." "I do not have a constant line of women outside my door beating it down for companionship and satisfaction," I continued. "The girls keep each other company quite fine by themselves. But I also spend plenty of time with each of them. I make it a point, EVERY SINGLE DAY, to have a one-on-one discussion with all of the girls, even if that means pulling them away from someone else in order to make it happen. I want to know what's up, how are they feeling, is everything okay, is there anything I can do for them." I shrugged my shoulders at her. "Everyone is happy, Pamela. Everyone's happy. I can't put it any simpler than that. Sure, there may be little sub-sets in the group as it pertains to the women - Trish and Lindsay are very, very close, and so are Kristanna and Devon. Although she spends a lot of time with Trish each day, that does not mean Devon or Amy cannot pull Lindsay away for an entire afternoon or evening to do whatever." "One thing we strive for, and constantly stress to each other, is no jealousy. There is no jealousy or resentment allowed whatsoever. If there is, we get those feelings out in the open and deal with them swiftly." "Have you had any trouble like that yet?" Pamela asked. I nodded my head. "There was one day last month, where Amy took Lindsay out for the day, but was supposed to be home at six o'clock that night. Trish had plans to do something with Lindsay that night. Well, Lindsay and Amy did not get back until ten o'clock, and Trish was angry. Amy had talked Lindsay into going somewhere else with her, and staying out much longer than expected. Trish was, in fact, VERY angry. But it was a problem, and we took care of it quickly. Nothing ever came of it after that." "I don't look at my life, Pamela, and say that I divide up my loyalties amongst five different women. I don't look at it that way at all. I am pretty sure that you can ask any of the girls, and they will all tell you the same thing. There isn't a man alive who could love each of them, INDIVIDUALLY, as much as I do, or a man who could possibly treat them any better than I do. Kristanna knows that. Devon knows that. Trish and Amy know it, too." "Heck, it is the main reason why Lindsay ultimately decided to stay with us in the first place. She was so focused on collecting her money and going back home to her family after her six weeks on the island ended. But Lindsay looked at how I treated her - how good and genuinely nice I was to her - and she eventually realized that she was not going to find that in the outside world. Lindsay may have a hot thing going with Trish, but I believe her heart ultimately belongs to me. In fact, I know it does." "It does," Pamela confirmed. "I was talking with Lindsay last night before dinner. She was telling me everything that had happened since I was here last. Lindsay also said that she wants to be the next woman to marry you, Jeremy." I chuckled. "So does Amy." "And Kristanna wants you to marry Devon," Pamela mewed. "We'll get it figured out," I promised her. "I am not worried. There won't be any issues or problems with it." Perhaps I could marry all three of them together at once? "Lindsay was trying to convince me to stay," Pamela sighed. "Lindsay said you treat her and the others so incredibly well. That, I never doubted." Pamela hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I never had any doubts you would treat me good, Jeremy. Never any doubts at all. My issue has always been having to share you with others." "We don't look at that way," I implored to her. "You never understood that, Pamela. Kristanna does not SHARE me with four other girls. It's not five women sharing one man. It's six people as a group who love and care for each other." I squeezed her hand again. "We want to make it seven." Pamela gulped her throat and swallowed hard. "I ... I have had many fantasies and dreams throughout my life. I used to dream of so many wild and crazy scenarios when I was growing up ... things I wanted, how I wanted my life to be when I got older." Pamela hesitated again. "But never did I envision myself in a marriage with one husband and five wives." "You don't have to marry any of the girls if you don't want to. That is totally up to you, dear." "Okay," she relented. "I never envisioned myself in a marriage where my husband has a total of six wives." "I only have one right now." "You'll be married to all five of these girls within the next two years," Pamela scolded me. "You know it, and I know it. I have no doubt about it whatsoever. And with me, you want that number to be six. You want six wives." "What I want, Pamela, is for you to be happy," I told her. "I know this is very different than what you have envisioned and dreamed of for your life over the years. Just give it a chance. I mean, really give it a chance." "I'm doing my best!" she nodded, pushing her chair away from the desk and looking frustrated. "The only way I am ever going to be happy, Jeremy, is if I am with you. I realize that now. I understand it. I really, truly want this to work. But it's so difficult for me to comprehend what being in a SEVEN-WAY relationship would be like." "What's so difficult? Look around you, sweetheart. Talk to any of the girls here. You said you were talking to Lindsay. Talk to her again. Do you think Lindsay was any different than you? Do you think the daughter of a minister who wanted to be a minister herself, AND a virgin no less before she came here, envisioned herself one day in a marriage with one man and five or six wives? But look at Lindsay now. Look how happy and fulfilled she is." Pamela shook her head. "You COULD NOT make any of this stuff up, Jeremy. Do you know how unbelievable and unreal everything you describe to me seems?" "It's not unbelievable or unreal, Pamela. We live this life every single day. And all of us are very happy." "If I read the conversation we are having RIGHT NOW in a book, I would think it was so unbelievable!" I chuckled at her statement. "Look at me, dear. I did not invite six ladies to the island earlier this year with the eventual goal of marrying each and every single one of them. I just wanted one wife. That was all. I struggled so much in the first few weeks on who that wife should be. You, Devon, Lindsay, Amy ... even Trish. But Trish and I did not become really close until the final few weeks," "Then Kristanna finally makes her feelings for you be known," Pamela grumbled, "you fall in love with her, and she starts planting seeds in your head about the idea of a three-way marriage with Devon. Then she begins to add another. And another. Suddenly, you have five wives." Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 04 "I only have one wife now." "You know what I mean!" she shot back. I frowned. "You seem unhappy, Pamela. Is this going to work? Can you really adapt to this type of lifestyle?" "I am NOT unhappy or angry right now," she insisted. "I am simply airing out my grievances and my thoughts on the whole situation. I am trying to talk to you, Jeremy, and let you help me understand and accept everything." "Are you feeling okay?" I asked, referring to her recent trip to the hospital. "You don't feel any anxiety or stress having this discussion with me, do you? The doctor said for you to take a dose of nitroglycerin - spray it under your tongue and let it sit - if you feel any tightness in your chest ... be it from physical activity or mental anxiety." "I am perfectly fine, Jeremy. We are just talking." I patted her hand. "You know I worry about you. Do you have your medicine spray with you?" Pamela frowned at me, then reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out a small tube. "Nitroglycerin spray, Jeremy ... here it is. And before you ask, I took my blood pressure medication at noon on the dot." She put the tube back into her pocket and sighed, "I'm not Amy, Jeremy. I don't need you to baby-sit me when it comes to my medicine and whether or not I take it. Trust me, I do NOT want to EVER go through what happened to me three nights ago in Maryland. You do NOT need to worry whether or not I am taking my medication. I will never miss a day." "Fair enough," I offered. "But I will still worry, and there will be days I still ask." Pamela grunted at me as I ended, "It's only because I care about you." Appearing lost in thought, Pamela was silent for at least 20 seconds before saying, "I want to make this work. I may not agree with the whole concept and idea of your life and the relationships you have with the other girls just yet, but I want to. I want to be able to accept, and embrace it. It is ... it is ... just going to take ... some time." "Today is Saturday, sweetheart, and remember that next Friday, we are beginning our family tours of Christmas vacation starting in Cincinnati. I have family there, and so does Lindsay and Amy. We will be there for a week, until the following Friday, and then we are going to spend a couple of days in Toronto so Trish can see her folks before returning to Norway just in time for Christmas." "If you haven't made up your mind by next week, Pamela, you are MORE than welcome to tag along with us for however many legs of the trip you want to. I even want you to go to Norway with us - see the culture there and the farm we live on - if that will help convince you to stay. I'm not tying you down or holding you to anything. You will be free to go back to your life in Maryland whenever you want." "I don't WANT to go back to my life in Maryland," Pamela informed me, again with a grunt. "I am miserable there. I don't want to go home, yet I don't know if I can fully wrap myself around your lifestyle and truly be happy as a part of it. THAT is my biggest problem right now, Jeremy. I ... I ... I don't know what to do!" The young woman shook her head and frowned. "There is nothing for me to go home to. The strip club will never take me back. They are fearful that I'll have a heart attack and die right on the middle of their stage." She made a face and added, "I've worked there for almost 12 years. I have been there longer than ANY other employee, be it dancer, waitress, bouncer, manager ... whatever. A friend of mine already told me that the owner refuses to take me back. She says the club has gotten some really bad publicity and whatnot from what happened to me. Apparently, I made the news there. They were even cracking jokes about me on the radio, if you can believe that." "Jokes?" I asked, my eyes narrow. "Some stupid disc jockey said on the radio, What does a strip club call an injured employee?. A hoe down." I tilted my head and looked at Pamela with a sympathetic gaze as she turned her face away and began to cry. "Do you know how humiliating th-that is, for m-m-me? The disc jockey even said it what my name was on the air ... first AND last name." I brought Pamela into my arms and held her once more. There was nothing for me to say about the disc jockey comment. I had no idea how to respond do it. "Will you go to Ohio and Canada with us, and maybe Norway, if you take that long with your decision?" I finally asked after a good half-minute, breaking the silence. "I will go to Ohio with you for sure," she responded, to which I smiled and ended the embrace. "You're basically starting Christmas this Friday, the fourteenth, and continuing all the way through until the twenty-fifth or twenty-sixth, right? I will go to Ohio at the very least, and MAYBE Canada for Trish, but I do have one request." "What's that?" "I want to see my sister, Candice, in Ohio. I want to have Christmas with her. Candice is the only one in my family that I get along with any more. Can you get her accommodations and airfare to Cincinnati so that she and I can be together?" "Does Candice want to go there as well?" Pamela nodded her head. "I talked to her this morning." "Consider it done." Pamela smiled, but then giggled and told me in a joking manner, "Just keep the other girls away from her. Candice is NOT bi-sexual. She has no interest in any of this." "Fair enough," I conceded. "Plus, Candice thinks you're weird." My eyes went wide. "Oh?" "Candice wonders why you want six wives when you have a perfectly good wife in Kristanna," Pamela answered. "She says that, after meeting the two of you, you and Kristanna were the complete opposite of what she was expecting." "What was she expecting?" "I don't know," Pamela shrugged. "Candice said you were a good-looking, handsome businessman type who was well-spoken and seemed thoughtful and overly caring, whereas Kristanna reminded her of a majestic run-way model, who came across as forever cheerful and happy. Candice says that when they had breakfast in the hospital cafeteria, Kristanna talked to her and made her feel as if they had been life-long friends." I nodded my head. "Krissy can do that to anyone." Pamela shrugged her shoulders again. "Candice wonders why you want more wives when you have a perfectly good one." "I don't want 20 or 30," I said to her. "I just want six. Krissy, Devon, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and you." She again gulped her throat as I reiterated, "You, Pamela." "So you want me as a wife, yet I have to have ongoing relationships with the rest of the girls at the same time?" "Let me ask you something, Pamela. What does Candice think you should do? She knows you better than anyone. She is better equipped to make an informed decision about you than anyone else in the whole, wide world." "Candice wants me to accept your offer and throw my heart and soul into everything," Pamela responded. "Candice knows that it is the only way I will ever truly be happy in life." "Why is that?" Pamela pouted. "Because being with you, Jeremy, is the only thing that has ever made me happy." I encircled Pamela with both arms yet again, and gently brought her to me. "Whether you were my only wife, honey, or one of six, or even one of 600, it would be impossible for me to love you any more completely than I do right now, and will continue to do in the future. I can give you everything in life that you ever wanted or dreamed of. I can give you more love and compassion than you would even know how to handle." I pulled back and looked deeply at Pamela's face. She was crying, albeit softly. I cupped her chin with my right hand and wiped away a few of her tears with my thumb. "You're so special to me. You always have been. Please, sweetheart ... please. Please let me take care of you for the rest of your life. Please let me love you, and make you happy." And with that, Pamela broke down and really began sobbing. "OH, JEREMY!" she exclaimed, wildly tossing her arms around my shoulders and hugging me fiercely. "Oh my God, I love you so much! I don't want to ever let out of my sights again!" "Don't rush," I insisted, rocking her back-and-forth in my embrace. "Don't tell me yes yet. I want you to think about it. I want you to make the right decision. You have plenty of time. I don't want you to have any second thoughts, or feel in the future that you made the wrong decision. I want whatever you decide to be final. Take your time." "Will the other girls really accept me?" she bawled. "You already know they will. All of the girls love you and care about you; they have been worried for you." When there was a knock on the door behind us, Pamela and I turned and were greeted with the lovely vision of Kristanna and Devon standing at the open entrance. Both ladies had tentative, yet curious looks on their faces. "Is it okay if we're here?" Kristanna asked us. "Yeah," Pamela answered, quickly composing herself and dabbing her tears with a giant handful of tissues. "Did Jeremy make you cry?" Kristanna teased Pamela, though playfully. "He has a knack of doing that to all of us from time to time." Kristanna stepped into the den with a plate of chocolate truffles in hand. "I come bearing gifts." Devon followed behind as Kristanna made her way over to Pamela and yours truly, and offered us the plate. "I made them myself," Kristanna told Pamela. "Family recipe." "These things are delicious," I informed Pamela, grabbing two of the little chocolate snacks by hand and popping them both into my mouth. "You should try some." When Pamela took a sample nibble of a single truffle, she smiled immediately and then swallowed the rest of it down. "Hmmmmm ... it is delicious. Thank you, Kristanna!" "Should Krissy and I leave?" Devon wondered, glancing at me. "Did we come at a bad time? I know you and Pamela have a whole lot to discuss and iron out together, Jeremy." "You're fine," Pamela told Devon, answering for me. "I was just going to get up and go for a walk." "A walk?" Kristanna countered, making a face and flicking her wrist at the mere idea. "A walk sounds awfully boring. Why don't you go up to the waterfall with me and Devvy instead? We would have a great time!" "Umm, Krissy..." I quickly interjected, suddenly concerned. "That's a pretty strenuous hike up to the waterfall. I don't want Pamela to go on a hike like that, this close removed from being released from the hospital." "We're not going to hike to the waterfall, silly," my wife told me. "We're taking the Jeep up to it." "Oh." Kristanna focused all of her attention upon Pamela. "Come on! We will have fun. You can put a bikini on and go swimming with me and Devvy at the waterfall, and think how glad you are that you're not in that horrific snow-storm that is terrorizing Baltimore right now." "They're supposed to get six or seven inches between today and tomorrow," Devon commented. Pamela turned toward me. "Do you have a problem, Jeremy, if I go along with Kristanna and Devon to the waterfall?" I smiled at the mere idea. "Not at all. I think that would be wonderful. Go have a great time with them." I paused, but then added, "Just be aware, Pamela, that our discussion is not over. You and I have many more things to talk about in the next couple of days." She nodded her head at me. "I know." - Some time later, a wide, far-ranging smile came to my face as I sat down at the control panel within the voyeur room. Not only were Kristanna and Devon at the volumetrically challenged waterfall, but Pamela was there with them as well! The prospects of both Kristanna and Devon spending some quality time alone together with Pamela like this definitely intrigued me. It would hopefully bring Pamela one step closer to ultimately deciding to make a life-long commitment to us. Kristanna and Devon looked totally captivating in their skimpy, two-piece bikinis, no doubt, but I was nearly blown away when Pamela peeled off her oversized white t-shirt and put her own valuable physical assets on showcase. Having been witness to Pamela in a drab hospital gown and normal, everyday attire since re-uniting with her this past Thursday, perhaps I had forgotten what an amazing, truly awe-inspiring figure she possessed. Seeing her in this tiny, two-piece bikini, however, was all the jolt my memory needed. Standing 5-foot-6 and weighing a trim 120 pounds, Pamela's body had been sent down from Mount Olympus. A mythical goddess if there ever was one, Pamela was an absolutely gorgeous blonde with all-natural 38d-24-35 measurements, along with sleek, flawless skin and killer legs. And if that was not enough, Pamela also had an immaculate face, inquisitive brown eyes and a warm, glittering smile. Highly intelligent and a definite joy to be around, Pamela was, very simply, the ultimate girl-next-door. She was a dream-come-true. Underneath that white t-shirt which went all the way down to mid-thigh, Pamela had been concealing a super sexy blue and neon green bikini. The top, which hugged and clutched her mouth-watering breasts in a most enticing manner, was blue with thin green shoulder straps, and had a green bow dangling down which embellished her bust and midriff even more. The blue bottom was a classic triangle cut which was low but offered full coverage, with a green bow adorning each hip. Still sporting a full, sun-bronzed tan from her visit to the island earlier in the year, Pamela looked absolutely remarkable. I gawked at the surveillance monitor, purely slack-jawed, unable to pry my eyes away from the images of her. Pamela was even more beautiful than I had remembered! How was that even remotely possible? "So what it is like having a husband and all these other girls around who also want to marry Jeremy?" Pamela asked Kristanna, as I flipped the hidden audio switch on for the waterfall. It was time to do a little eavesdropping... "It is great!" Kristanna answered with a happy smile. "I get the best of both worlds." She took a seat on a grassy ledge which overlooked the turquoise-colored basin below. "I have never been so happy in my entire life!" Also smiling, Devon sat down next to Kristanna, but was glancing upward at Pamela. "You know ... the typical, average guy would say that Jeremy is such a lucky man. That is what Kevin, his helicopter pilot friend, says to him all the time. But you know what? We - us girls - WE are the lucky ones." "Jeremy may have a wife and more women also waiting to marry him," Kristanna squealed, "but we all have a husband AND a set of wives to look forward to. Just like 'lil Devvy says - it isn't Jeremy - WE are the lucky ones!" "It really is the best of both worlds," Devon nodded. Still standing behind them, Pamela asked, "Don't any of you ever get jealous?" Kristanna and Devon glanced at each other for a moment, then re-focused upon Pamela and shook their heads in unison. "There is no need to get jealous," Kristanna told her. "We all love each other ... we're a team. I understand that there are days when Jeremy may want to spend more time with Devvy or Amy than than he does me. I understand that, and that's fine. I have no issue with it." "There are days when he wants to spend more time with Krissy, Trish or Lindsay than he does me," Devon chimed in. "Or any girl, really. That's fine too." "And then there are days when Devvy and I just want to be alone together," Kristanna added. "Jeremy gives us plenty of space on those days. Or I may want to be with Trish. Or Devvy wants a day alone with Amy. Maybe Devvy wants to go out shopping with Trish and Lindsay. Maybe Jeremy wants to take Amy to the bondage shop so they can search for some new toys and devices for her. No matter the case, there is no jealousy. We get along too good for there to be jealousy." "I just think that you can never surround yourself with enough people that love you," Devon cooed. "I mean, look at my life and where I came from. My parents basically disowned me when I was 16. I had horrible luck dating, and I was stuck in a nowhere job with no room for advancement." Kristanna put her hand atop Devon's shoulder as she added, "All I ever wanted was a loving and peaceful life. I never had that at home. My parents were so angry at me because of something stupid I did when I was still in high school. They never let me live it down. Maybe that is why I enjoy having so many people around, and am open to the idea of more. As long as they are good people and care for me - and I care for them - I say bring 'em on. Bring 'em all on!" Kristanna slipped her left arm around Devon's shoulder and moved her face so their cheeks were side-by-side. "If you haven't figured it out yet," she said, grinning up at Pamela, "Devvy is a slut. That pretty much proves it." "I am not a slut!" Devon squealed, acting offended. It was another one of their famous no-I'm-not-yes-you-are games. I loved it when Kristanna and Devon bickered like this... Pamela offered a nervous laugh as she glanced down at the pair of blonde beauties. "I can see you two have a lot of fun together. You were joking and laughing like this when I was here during the summer, too. So happy together..." "I love Devvy with all of my heart!" Kristanna smiled, embracing her girlfriend from the side with both arms. Also grinning, Devon returned the thoughtful embrace with one of her own. "I love you too, Krissy Krissy Kristanna!" "Wow," was all Pamela could say in return. Devon plopped down and landed on her feet in the chest-deep pool of fresh water. With the heavy, tumbling falls as their backdrop, Devon extended both arms and looked up at Kristanna with a longing expression. "Come on in, baby." Who could resist such an invitation? Definitely not Kristanna, who immediately took the two-foot plunge and landed in front of Devon in the basin. Devon, as could be expected, quickly wrapped both arms around my wife's slender body and pulled her downward so only their heads were above the water's surface. "Oooooh ... it's so cold!" Kristanna complained. "You'll get used to it soon enough," Devon promised, first bumping noses with Kristanna and then giggling like a child. Devon glanced at Pamela, who was still standing on the grassy ledge just above them. "Come on it, honey," she encouraged. Kristanna drew her right arm upward and held it toward Pamela in an engaginh manner. "There's enough room for all three of us." Kristanna then squealed as Devon crushed their breasts together in the middle of their shared embrace. Kristanna responded by splaying a series of tender, loving kisses along Devon's lovely face and neck. "Come join us!" Kristanna reiterated, also snickering. Pamela smiled at the idea, but shook her head in response. "No ... that's quite all right." Devon pressed her lips to Kristanna's lips for a scintillating, heated kiss. Pamela smiled again. "You two seem to be doing fine without me." "Suit yourself..." Kristanna squealed, an instant before resuming her erotic kiss with Devon. This time, the girls really went after each other. The kiss they shared was hot and passionate; much more so than their previous exchange. I even felt an all-too-familiar twinge within my shorts. Once it was broken, Devon laughed and giggled with delight as she placed both hands upon Kristanna's shoulders and pushed downward, completely dunking her head underwater. Upon re-surfacing, Kristanna huffed and grunted for a moment, then brought Devon into her arms and kissed her yet again. Just watching these two frolic and play together reminded me of how fortunate of a man that I truly was. I loved being witness to playful and spirited interactions like this between Kristanna and Devon. It was also a true testament of the bonding love that they shared together. As their kiss soon intensified to even greater heights, the smile upon Pamela's face slowly but surely faded away. She looked on as the two ladies tried to devour each other in the basin for several seconds, until finally frowning. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 04 Naturally, I wondered what was wrong. Why was Pamela frowning? I even asked that question out loud... My concern increased ten-fold as Pamela then turned and slowly stepped away from the ledge. Once entering the clear, Pamela shook her head and sighed deeply, and walked off. "What's wrong?" I asked, now standing in the voyeur room. I wanted Pamela to go back and jump into the basin with Kristanna and Devon! They were too hot and heavy with each other, though, to even notice that Pamela had left them... ***End of Chapter 4*** Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 05 Chapter 5: "Misinterpretation" ***** - Monday, December 9, 2013 - I found myself unable to move - literally frozen in place - on this breezy late-day afternoon as I stood at the entrance to the recreation room. Inside, Lindsay was lounging upon one of the leather floor comforters, a pair of earphones atop her head, with an accompanying Apple iPod Nano clipped to her belt. Lindsay's precious body was swaying back-and-forth in a gentle, rocking motion; obviously, she enjoyed whatever musical selection that was playing within her ears. Up to this point, at least, Lindsay did not realize that I had been silently admiring her immense beauty from this short distance. Was there anything not to like and fully appreciate about this young woman? Her exquisite, long-flowing blonde hair, which was tied into a bouncy pony-tail, glimmered and shined underneath the bright overhead lights of the recreation room. Lindsay's lovely, impeccable face was accentuated even more by the prettiest pair of pink, glossy lips I had ever seen on a woman. Those lips, of course, were ripe for sucking cock... At 5-foot-3 and a mere 95 pounds, Lindsay was perhaps the sweetest, most tantalizing little thing in the whole, wide world to me. Everything about her - at least in my eyes - screamed total perfection. Although age 19, Lindsay looked so incredibly young and innocent. Myself, I was plenty old enough to be her father - and trust me, that point was not lost on either of us. There were times when I actually felt like bouncing Lindsay on my knee, then giving her a spanking and putting her to bed, and allowing her to suck my cock as she drifted off into siesta! Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Lindsay was even more appealing - if possible - on the inside. She was a total sweetheart whose squealy disposition could endear her to anyone. Lindsay was the type of woman that oftentimes found others gravitating toward her because, very simply, she had everything going for her in life. In addition to those beauty queen looks, Lindsay was the daughter of a minister and had been raised into a very nice and polite, well-mannered young lady. She had a heart of pure gold and truly cared for everyone around her. I wanted to lose myself in Lindsay and revel in her countless charms from now until the end of eternity. Even, beyond eternity... As she knelt upon the leather floor cushion, listening to her iPod Nano with its earphones atop her head, I offered Lindsay yet another smile. She still had yet to realize that I was at the doorway, watching her. I wondered to myself just exactly what music she was listening to today. Lindsay was a huge fan of Carrie Underwood ("I have the biggest girl crush on her!"), yet sometimes would mix things up by rocking to the tunes of artists such as Eminem or Avril Lavigne. I knew that I was an extremely fortunate man to have an angel such as this by my side. I cannot stress how important Lindsay and her overall happiness was to me. The term love cannot even begin to describe the feelings I had for her. Of course, the same could be said for all of the girls in my life. I had similar feelings for every single one of them. Lindsay wore a white stretch top which showed a generous amount of her flat stomach, as well as her bare shoulders. The top ended just below her midriff, and the very sassy, off-the-shoulder look (with sleeves to her elbows) was most appealing. Her budding breasts were jutting outward from underneath the cotton fabric, seemingly begging to be freed. I could also tell that she was not wearing a bra underneath it. In addition, Lindsay had on a pair of faded denim shorts which were decorated with metal studs and rhinestones along both her front and back pockets. Those legs were trim and very slender - like the rest of her heavenly body - and both sported a very rich, deep tan. Lindsay's legs were so lean and jet-stream that I oftentimes felt like worshiping them with my lips and tongue for entire days at a time. Lastly, Lindsay wore a pair of white ankle socks, along with leather hiking boots. As she continued to listen to her MP3 device, I could do nothing but gawk and stare at the young woman's timeless beauty. She was beyond perfection... I was momentarily startled, however, when I felt a sleek arm coil itself around my waist and stomach from behind. I quickly turned around, then my eyes went wide as I saw the luscious and enchanting Trish smiling right back to me. Trish's blonde hair was fluffed and free-flowing as it cascaded down her slender neck and shoulders in stylish wavelets. Her mascara and bright lipstick seemed to make her face glow in a sublime manner. Even better, the tank-top that Trish wore clung to her voluptuous yet chiseled, muscular torso, and the pair of black spandex pants below the waist was equally as enticing. Trish was hot, gorgeous and sexy, and seemingly in the mood right now to frolic and play. Trish motioned over at Lindsay for a moment with her head, then offered me that radiant smile. "Are you just going to stand here and watch her until she notices you?" "I enjoy watching Lindsay," I said, eyeing my sweet princess as she continued listening to her iPod Nano, still oblivious to our presence behind her. I focused upon her tight, denim-clad ass, and gently added, "Watching Lindsay is turning into one of my favorite past-times." "Oh, I'm guilty of that myself," Trish mused, her eyes now fixated upon the charming sweetheart as well. "I could stand here and watch her all day long." As Lindsay twitched her hips in a subtle, yet sexy motion, Trish licked her lips and then looked at me with a wide-eyed expression. "Yummy." I laughed at her all-too-truthful comment. "I agree." Trish grunted. "Oooooh, I just want to hug and kiss on that girl from now until the end of time!" She shivered theatrically and expounded, "I want to take Lindsay into my arms and never let her go! My God, she is so hot..." "I'm glad you and Lindsay are back together, Trish," I quietly told her. "It would have been criminal if Lindsay really did leave us back in August, and you were not given the opportunity to resurrect your relationship with her. I know how very happy you have been these past few months." Trish took a deep breath, then looked up at me and offered a faint smile. "I owe it all to you, Jeremy. Like everything else I now have in my life, I owe it all to you." "What do you mean?" "You are the one who ultimately convinced Lindsay to stay with us," Trish reminded me. "Even if you did not realize that you were doing it at the time, Jeremy, you convinced her to stay and build a life with us. You were SO NICE to her, SO CARING and SO LOVING, you left her no choice but to stay. How could any girl walk away from you after how you treated Lindsay during what was supposed to be her final week on the island? There was no way. And in the process, Lindsay was willing to try a relationship with me again." Trish glanced over at Lindsay, who was still unaware that we were at the doorway admiring her. A lone tear streaked down Trish's immaculate face as she professed, "That girl is my LIFE. I love her more than anything." She then looked at me again, saying, "And everything I have with her, Jeremy, I owe it all to you. Everything." When Trish encircled my body with both arms and buried her face upon my willing chest, I felt a certain sense of joy and tranquility wash over me all at once. At least for those few seconds, everything in the world felt right to me. I was so happy for everything that Trish and Lindsay had together. No one was happier they had rekindled their romance than me. "I love you, Jeremy," Trish volunteered, her face still smashed against my chest. "Thank you. Thank you so much." "I love you too, sunshine," I countered, using one of my (many) nicknames for her. "And you are very welcome." "HEY!" I heard Lindsay squeal. When I looked up, the precocious teen-ager was peeling away her headphones and making her way toward us. After closing the short distance, Lindsay placed both hands upon her hips and snapped in mock disgust, "What is this? You two hugging each other, and not inviting ME?" "What were you listening to?" I asked, motioning toward her iPod Nano device. "Lily Allen." Suddenly lost, I shrugged my shoulders at Lindsay. "I've never even heard of Lily Allen. Who is that?" "Of course you haven't heard of Lily Allen," Lindsay giggled. "You're OLD, Jeremy. Super hardcore ancient old, remember? Old men like you don't listen to good music." "39 is not old," I admonished her, enjoying the teasing banter. Indeed, the age difference between Lindsay and yours truly was not lost on either of us. We had fun playing it up from time-to-time. "Lily Allen is a British singer," Trish told me. "She is very popular in the United Kingdom and all throughout Europe. Not many people from the United States and Canada know of her, but those who do - like me and Lindsay - we love her. She is very ... different, and very cool." "Lily Allen rocks!" Lindsay exclaimed. "She sings about giving head in the middle of the wet patch on her bed!" I had to suppress a burst of laughter. "Umm, excuse me?" "Now you know why Lindsay likes her so much," Trish giggled. "Those kind of lyrics are right up Lindsay's alley! I told you ... Lily Allen is different, and unique. She is very opinionated too, it seems." "I'm actually glad the two of you are here right now," I said to Trish and Lindsay, my tone turning a bit more reserved and serious. "I came down here today hoping I'd find the two of you together. When in doubt, I know, the first place I always look for you two is the recreation room." "We love it here," Trish beamed, glancing around at all the pinball and arcade machines, the video game consoles, the row of super computers, the pool and air hockey tables, and so much more. "Lindsay and I are gamer geeks." "I have a big favor to ask the both of you." "What is it, Jeremy?" Trish wondered. "I'll do anything for you. You know that. So will Lindsay." "I'm not quite so sure about that!" Lindsay huffed, folding her arms in a playful manner and leaning against the doorway. "First I need to hear what the favor is, and then we can do some negotiating." "Oh, stop it, baby," Trish scolded her, but in a fun way. "Jeremy is being serious. Let's hear what he wants." "It would mean a lot to me," I told them, my voice suddenly cracking, "if you girls were extra-nice to Pamela, and did whatever you could to try and convince her to stay with us. Right now, things are not looking good." "What?" Lindsay blurted out, upset, her expression and demeanor changing that quickly. "Why? What happened?" "Pamela is very confused right now, and does not know what to do," I explained. "She does not want to go home. She no longer has a job at the strip club. There is nothing for her to return home to. Yet she is unsure about staying with us, because it's difficult for her to wrap her mind around being in the type of lifestyle that we lead. It is like she is stuck in limbo right now ... doesn't want to go home, doesn't want to commit to us. I ... I'd like you girls to try and talk to her. Just tell her how happy you are. Tell her any concerns you had beforehand, any trepidations, and whether or not you were able to overcome them." "The only thing Pamela wants to commit to, Jeremy, is you," Trish deadpanned. "I know you love her and all, and you want to take care of her and make her happy, but you have been down this road with her before. It did not end well last time. Both you and I know that." "Pamela just needs us to show her!" Lindsay disagreed. "Pamela needs us to show her how happy she could be with us!" Trish winced and shook her head. "I don't know, honey. When Pamela was here earlier in the year, I got the chance to talk to her a lot - especially once Jeremy's relationship with Kristanna began to take off. Pamela was so angry; so furious ... she was so jealous. I have some serious doubts as to whether or not Pamela could make it with us nowadays, and be happy. I'm sorry, but I do." "Nooooo..." Lindsay whined in protest. I frowned. "Pamela went up to the waterfall with Krissy and Devon yesterday afternoon. They had plans of going swimming and having a fun time together. It was basically Krissy's way of extending Pamela an olive branch, so to speak, and pulling her one step closer to us." I shook my head and continued, "Well, as they often do - Krissy and Devon got carried away. They had been talking with Pamela, but soon started kissing each other real hot and heavy in the water. Pamela kind of stood there for a moment and watched them, but then frowned and walked away. She WALKED AWAY from them. Pamela went back to the Jeep. It was like she wanted no part of Krissy and Devon." Lindsay was pouting. "Which goes back to Trish's point that Pamela only wants to commit to you, Jeremy." "You're wrong about yesterday," Trish told me, shaking her head. "Pamela did not walk away from Krissy and Devon because she was disinterested. Pamela walked away from them because she was just days removed from being in the hospital with a massive heart scare. Pamela does not want to do anything hard or strenuous that gets her blood pumping quicker than it needs to until the doctor clears her." My eyes wide, I stared at her. "Pamela told you this?" "I talked to her about it last night!" Trish informed me. "And if Pamela frowned as you said she did, it was probably because she felt guilty for having to turn and walk away from Krissy and Devon. But Pamela felt that she HAD to. She was fearful that they may pull her between them, get her all hot and bothered, and then maybe her heart has a bad reaction." "So Pamela walked away from them not because she did not want to be there or was turned off by Krissy and Devon and what they were doing, but rather for her own physical safety and well-being," I summarized. "Wow. This puts a whole new spin on everything. I thought Pamela was turned off by them. Yet you say, Trish, that was not the case at all? You really talked to her about this whole situation?" Trish nodded her head. "I did. Last night. Pamela felt bad because Devon did not say a word to her the entire trip back to the mansion. Devon is under the impression that Pamela does not belong here. In Devon's eyes, Pamela is not one of us. Devon thinks what you did, Jeremy. She thinks Pamela wanted nothing to do with her and Krissy yesterday." "Did Pamela talk to Devon? Did YOU talk to Devon?" "I haven't had the chance yet," she mewed. I hung my head low and sighed. I needed to find Devon and talk to her. Fast. I also needed to find Kristanna. Hell, I needed to find Pamela as well. "Let me ask you something, Trish. Are you in favor of Pamela ultimately staying with us? I want you to tell me the truth. Be honest." The 30-year-old appeared lost in thought for a moment or two. "Hmmmmm ... good one. I have no issue with Pamela staying and being a part of our little family, provided she changes her outlook and attitude on a lot of things. Pamela has to open her heart - bad pun there, I know - and allow the rest of us in. She cannot concentrate all of her effort and energy onto you, Jeremy, and think that is going to fly with the rest of us. Rifts will develop, and everything the six of us have built may come crashing down. I don't want that, Jeremy, and I know for a fact that you don't, either." "Do you WANT Pamela to stay?" "I want Pamela to do what makes her happy," Trish told me. "I have nothing against the girl. She and I were good, close friends when she was here on the island back in June and July. If Pamela wants to stay and is willing to fit in and adapt to the way we do things - our lifestyle - I would welcome her with open arms. My feelings for her may not be super strong, but I know how much she means to you, Jeremy, and I would be willing to give her the opportunity for that reason alone. After everything you have done for me, I owe that to you." "You already know I want Pamela to stay with us," Lindsay pouted, looking at me. "Pamela was like a big sister to me back during the summer! Pamela was so nice to me." I laughed at her. "ALL of the girls on the island are like a big sister to you, sweetheart!" Trish was giggling. "All you remember, Lindsay, is Pamela giving you that lap dance in the dining room." "That's what started the big orgy we had that one night!" the 19-year-old exclaimed, her blue eyes literally flashing at the erotic memories. "That night was so HOT!" "See what I mean?" Trish asked me, snickering. "In all seriousness," Lindsay offered, her voice changing as well, "I will talk to Pamela some more for you, Jeremy. I have talked to her already, but I will do it again. I will do my best to convince her that she needs to stay with us." Lindsay's tone turned ultra sweet and innocent as she ended, "I'll even use my little girl voice ... no one can resist it!" "Pamela is the last, little chick that Jeremy needs to round up and bring back to his nest," Trish smiled. "He already has the rest of us. Pamela would complete the set, and the family. I'm all for it, provided Pamela is." "What about Camille?" Lindsay giggled. "CAMILLE?" Trish erupted, caught off-guard by the mere mention of that horrific name. "I don't think Jeremy wants Camille back, baby. In fact, I know he doesn't!" "Jeremy can marry Camille, too!" Lindsay joked, suddenly laughing up a storm. I stared at Lindsay in disbelief as she then went into musical verse, singing, "Jeremy and Camille, sittin' in a tree ... K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Trish latched onto Lindsay's right forearm with a hand and squeezed tightly. "Honey, stop it!" The 19-year-old was having too much fun, though, so Trish peered at her even more intently. "When was the last time you were spanked?" "Ummmmm," Lindsay chortled, "this morning, by YOU?" "Obviously it didn't do any good," I told Trish. "You clearly need another one," Trish admonished her in a playful, loving manner, dropping to her knees upon the floor and then pulling Lindsay down with her. Lindsay struggled for a moment and eventually broke free of Trish's grasp, but then moaned as she stretched herself forward until she was sprawled front-first across the floor here in the recreation room. A smile came to Trish's face as she slipped both of her luscious legs underneath Lindsay's pelvis and in the process, raised her ass. Now, Trish had a prime target for that deserved spanking across her lap. "How could you possibly spank ME?" Lindsay huffed, looking back over her shoulder at Trish. She let out a little whine - a mock one at that, mind you - as Trish unbuttoned those denim shorts, then pulled them and Lindsay's panties down to mid-thigh. "I am so innocent! How could you do this to me?" Lindsay began to grunt and squeal with passionate delight as Trish landed a series of open-handed swats upon her sweet, upturned ass. I smiled at the sight - my cock twitching with life - as Trish playfully taunted Lindsay with her words. "It's becoming fairly obvious to me, honey, that you're going to need to be spanked every day for the rest of your life." Trish brought her own right hand to her mouth and offered it a full, sweeping lick, then went right back to peppering Lindsay's backside with a succession of quick blows. The force Trish was using for the discipline, by the way, was extremely tame. On a scale of one to ten, Trish was maybe registering a two. Keep in mind that no matter what, Trish would never harm or cause Lindsay any sort of actual pain or discomfort. This was the blueprint of a pleasure spanking. Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Trish was persistent as she continued to pepper Lindsay's quivering ass with a succession of quick blows. There was a strict look in her eyes, but also a smile upon her face, as her right arm was in constant motion. Both of them were having fun. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 05 "You're the one that needs to be spanked, Trish!" Lindsay scolded her, though giggling in the process. "You just can't put me over your knee like this whenever you want!" "Oh yes I can," Trish returned. Lindsay was obviously enjoying this discipline from her older and much more experienced girlfriend. Not only was she yelping and squealing in response, but Lindsay's ass was now bucking and churning about in pure arousal as Trish continued forward with the all-out assault. In a moment, however, Trish finally relented, but still clutched Lindsay's backside with both hands and squeezed it rather thoroughly. Trish offered her a spiteful glare, still muttering a series of playful words and taunts. Feeling the need to interject myself into the mix with these two adorable ladies, I slowly but surely dropped to my own knees before them. Trish continued to mash and maul Lindsay's upturned ass with her hands, but moved her head forward and immediately met my mouth with hers for a kiss. As a result, her expression softened and before I knew what happened next, Trish's tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I responded in kind; wrapping my arms around her voluptuous body and meeting her tongue with my own. Our mutual kiss heightened in intensity as Trish then offered Lindsay's ass another series of quick, blistering swats. An instant later, I growled in the middle of my kiss with Trish as Lindsay found the expanding lump within my trousers with her right hand. She pumped and frigged it through the fabric, squealing and moaning herself as Trish continued to administer her some much-needed discipline. "I know you probably want to go and find Devon, and get that whole misunderstanding from yesterday at the waterfall with Pamela straightened out," Trish said to me, ending our kiss. "But that can wait. Devon went to the beach with Krissy and Amy. They won't be back until just before dinner. You can talk to Devon then, and tell her why Pamela walked away from her and Krissy at the waterfall yesterday." "Until then," Lindsay murmured, glancing up at me, "you can stay here and have fun with us." "Wait a minute," I growled, suddenly realizing something. "If the three of us are here in the recreation room, and Krissy, Devon and Amy are at the beach, where is Pamela?" "Where do you think?" Trish deadpanned. "Pamela is reading books in the library - like usual." I rolled my eyes at those words - Pamela was choosing to be alone again - as Trish ended, "The library is her sanctuary ... her home." "Pamela really needs to incorporate herself more into things around here," I frowned. "She cannot just keep reading books. She needs to do stuff with you girls." "Pamela will be in the library, Jeremy, until you go there and pull her away," Lindsay pouted. "What do you think, Jeremy?" Trish asked, wanting to lighten the mood and return to our fun. "Does Lindsay need to be spanked? Is she a bad girl? She needs a spanking!" "I think you BOTH need to be spanked," I responded, a big grin upon my face. "God knows you two deserve a whole lot more spankings than you actually receive - that's for sure." I focused upon Lindsay and added, "Especially you." "Oh really?" Trish squealed, her eyes glowing. "Both of us deserve to be spanked? What did I do wrong, Jeremy?" "You were born," I nodded, my tone deep. "Just looking at you is enough to drive me insane." I patted Lindsay on her exposed ass and told her, "You were born, too. That's your biggest crime. Both you and Trish tease me and drive me insane just by being alive - even when you don't try to do so. Kristanna too, for that matter ... Devon and Amy. All of you girls are gonna be the end of me!" I paused and added, "Now get down on the floor, Trish - right next to Lindsay. On your hands and knees, too. I'll spank you. I'll spank both of your naughty asses." With a mischievous expression, Trish slipped both of her arms around my body, then trailed her hands down to my own backside. "I don't think so, Jeremy!" she taunted. "I think YOU'RE the one who deserves the spanking! After all, you're the horny toad who brought all of us girls here." "YEAH!" Lindsay agreed, laughing, as she suddenly sat up. "Me?" I exclaimed, a little surprised. And did Trish really just call me a horny toad? "Yes, you!" Trish snickered, now flicking her right hand in succession upon one side of my ass. Lindsay quickly reached around me and took care of the other side with her own hand. The sharp, stinging swats sent a series of erotic bolts and pleasure shocks all throughout my body "Oooooh, naughty boy!" Trish teased, laughing, as she glared up at me. "You're a naughty boy, Jeremy!" "You're gonna get it..." I warned her, shaking my head, my voice jumping with every landed blow. Smiling, Trish removed her hand from my burning backside and first unbuckled, then undid my belt with both of her hands. She pulled both my trousers and briefs down to my knees, then grasped my rock-hard erection with her right hand and began stroking away. "You can keep smacking that ass if you want to, Lindsay," she said, assuming the rightful position before me. "I'm hungry." I inhaled sharply as Trish, who was seated upon her knees, leaned forward and took my erection into her hungry mouth. Her blonde head started to bob up-and-down over my shaft at a maddening tempo, her hand gripping and squeezing its base. With my trousers and briefs now pulled down to my knees, Lindsay giggled once more as she now let her hand loose upon my backside - swatting and slapping it in repeated fashion. "Oh, bad boy! Bad boy!" she taunted me, laughing away. "You're a bad boy and you need to be SPANKED! BAD BOY!" "You ARE gonna get it," I warned her now. "Big-time." Whatever this game was, I said to myself ... it was fun! "We should get Amy in here to spank Jeremy, too!" Lindsay exclaimed. "Watching Amy spank Jeremy would be AWESOME!" "THAT will never happen," I assured her. Noises of passion and erotic hunger were coming from deep within Trish's throat as she continued to bob away upon my hard shaft. I could feel her warm, luscious tongue working itself upon the tip of my cock within her mouth, licking and swiping it in a heated frenzy. Lindsay must have realized that she would get much more enjoyment out of helping Trish pay oral homage to my cock than spanking me, because she removed her hand from my ass and focused all of her attention on her lover. Lindsay rose up to her own knees and leisurely ran a hand throughout Trish's immaculate, long-flowing blonde hair, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. It was very obvious that Lindsay wanted a taste of my cock. Trish giggled for an instant, but kept her mouth stuffed full with my erection. A harsh growl then escaped from my throat as Lindsay reached over with her right hand and came into my contact with my aching testicles. She cupped the delicate flesh in her hand, gently twiddling it with her fingertips. I closed my eyes and moaned at the sensations, a wave of mad lust and untamed arousal swirling throughout me. Lindsay offered me those sweet, puppy-dog eyes of hers for several seconds, but soon turned her attention back toward Trish. She gave her another kiss on the cheek as the 30-year-old continued to worship my cock with her skillful mouth. Trish was no longer frigging the base of my shaft with her hand. Now, she was simply deep-throating it. She had her nose pressed hard against my pelvis. "When are you gonna share, you greedy girl?" Lindsay squealed at Trish, again, being playful. "I'm hungry too!" Trish shot Lindsay a look, but soon nodded her head and withdrew my cock from her mouth. Gripping its base once again, Trish offered another nod, which prompted Lindsay to lunge her head forward and slip my erection into her mouth. Quite the ravenous type when it came to fellatio, Lindsay promptly inhaled my shaft and began sucking away upon it. At the same time, Trish continued to stroke its sensitive base with her right hand while eyeing both Lindsay and I equally. "I love watching Lindsay suck your cock," Trish squealed, her expression full of vibrant lust as she now looked solely at me. "Not only do I know how much she enjoys it, but I also love seeing the pleasure across your face, Jeremy. I enjoy watching it when the other girls give you pleasure." Lindsay's head bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection in quick, furious strokes, while Trish now tickled and caressed my testicles with her fingertips. Soon, she slipped her face in for a closer look, and was leisurely tonguing my testicles in a most exhilarating fashion. "Your turn!" Lindsay squealed, withdrawing my cock from her mouth and offering it to Trish. The shapely vixen wasted no time as she quickly engulfed my erection into her mouth once more. Now, it was Lindsay's turn to lick and swipe away at my testicles with her soft, velvety tongue. My breathing had become rather labored and I nearly lost my balance because of the immense amount of pleasure that was currently swirling throughout me. It was exciting enough when one gorgeous women was on her knees in front of me, paying homage to my cock. It was something even better when there were two of them doing the pleasurable deed at the same time. Not even that, but these two women were the voluptuous, beautiful Trish and sweet, little Lindsay. I wondered if this was Heaven... I let out a wild growl once Trish took my cock from her wondrous mouth, only to then lick it in the open air. At the same time, Lindsay used her tongue on my shaft as well. Now, both of them were swiping away at it in the open air, their tongues coming into frequent contact with one another. Soon, both grasped my cock with their hands and concentrated on sharing a heated, intensive kiss together. A short time later, Lindsay broke the kiss and slipped behind Trish's back, then reached around her with both hands and squeezed her breasts through the tank-top that she wore. Trish moaned and rolled her head in response, but kept her eyes trained upon my face as she stared up at me. I smiled as I then watched Lindsay slowly but surely peel the straps of Trish's extremely snug-fitting tank-top down her shoulders, eventually exposing a black sports bra. Lindsay squealed and kissed Trish's neck as she slid both of her hands over top of those massive breasts and squeezed lovingly. Soon, she whisked Trish's tank-top up and over her head. Trish took my cock back into her mouth as Lindsay unsnapped her bra and yanked it away. Trish really began to feverishly work upon my erection with both her mouth and hands as Lindsay now mauled her bare breasts from behind with reckless abandon. Trish grinned and turned her face toward Lindsay, now gripping my shaft in the open air. "Would you like another taste, honey? Another taste of Jeremy's cock?" "OH YES," Lindsay replied, without hesitation. "Take all of your clothes off first," Trish instructed her. "Maybe you can suck his cock and make him cum, while I lick your pussy?" Lindsay nodded wildly as Trish added, "Let's see who cums first - you or Jeremy. A bet, maybe?" "What type of bet?" Lindsay inquired, already slipping out of her white ballet top. "If Jeremy cums first, I get to spank you," Trish said to Lindsay. "If you cum first, I get to spank you. Deal?" Lindsay laughed and countered, "That doesn't sound like much of a bet. Either way, I get spanked! AGAIN!" "Like you don't deserve it?" Trish asked, reaching around Lindsay's hips and offering her sweet ass a swift, stinging slap with an open hand. "You do deserve it!" "You definitely deserve it," I chimed in, nodding my head at Lindsay. "Especially after you spanked me earlier." "Oh shut up, Jeremy," Trish countered in a foolish tone. "I may just find the need to spank you again if you don't!" Together, both ladies giggled at that comment. Obviously, Trish and Lindsay were a wonderful match for each other. Simply put, these two belonged together. Everything just seemed so incredibly right between them. After Lindsay disposed of her ballet top, Trish quickly smiled and purred while turning around to caress her young lover's smallish-sized breasts with her own hands. They shared yet another tongue-filled kiss, then Trish slipped Lindsay's denim shorts and her panties the rest of the way down her slender legs and calves, and off. Her boots and socks quickly became a distant memory as well. Now completely nude, Lindsay offered Trish one more kiss before pulling back and looking at her expectantly. Trish took the initiative, turning around and laying down upon her back, her head close to my feet. She motioned for Lindsay to come closer and she did just that, swinging one knee over top of her face and straddling it. Lindsay moaned with great desire as she lowered her tender pussy to Trish's waiting lips and mouth. An instant later, she began to squirm and writhe about in lust as Trish explored the silken depths of her pussy with her tongue. Still moaning, Lindsay reached down and grabbed an entire handful of Trish's blonde hair, showing her appreciation. With her opposite hand, Lindsay then turned her attention to me by grasping my rock-solid shaft and stroking it rather briskly. Soon, she wrapped her moist, pouty lips around my erection and sealed them tight. Surprisingly enough, Lindsay went in a slow, leisurely fashion as her head moved back-and-forth upon my erection, her hand going with it, her bushy pony-tail swaying about in the air. I could tell it was definitely the calm before the storm, so to speak. Lindsay was still moaning in response to Trish, who eagerly swiped at her pussy from below as she stood on her knees, servicing my shaft. "Oh God..." I growled as Lindsay made eye contact with me, offering her most shy, innocent expression. She popped her lips off of my cock, but kept up the great hand-job while offering me a naughty smile. A moment later, Lindsay had taken my full length back into her mouth and was sucking upon it once again. Soon, she was pumping my cock faster and faster, her tongue working upon it furiously. Needless to say, I did not have a lot of staying power left within me. After the dual blowjob from earlier, and now with Lindsay sucking my cock by herself, with Trish also swiping at her pussy just below me - it added up. Lindsay sensed my oncoming eruption, because she stuffed the entire length of my cock into her mouth and offered me her puppy-dog eyes one more time. That was the final straw, because I then growled in heated arousal while my shaft simply exploded within the confines of her mouth. It felt as if I had been overcome with a tidal wave of emotion, as the feelings of wanton lust rampaged throughout me. Lindsay even choked for a brief instant as I emptied my massive load of sperm into her awaiting mouth. Her cheeks billowed-out widely, which told me that she had not swallowed any of my cream yet. It was being saved for Trish... After sucking my cock dry, Lindsay withdrew it from her mouth and quickly raised her pussy from Trish's swirling tongue. Next, Lindsay leaned over and attached her lips to Trish's for a kiss. Both ladies moaned with intense lust as they shared my sperm between each others' mouth, their moist tongues slipping and sliding together as one. I took a step back and watched them in awe, my eyes wide, my heart racing. They even exchanged big globs of my cream back-and-forth between their mouths several times in succession! "I wanna finish your pussy off now!" Trish gasped, her eyes focused upon Lindsay, once their kiss was broken. "I want to make sure that you get off, too!" "Hmmmmm, I do need to get off," the young woman purred. "Maybe while you lick my pussy, Trish, big Jeremy here can fuck you from behind. Then all of us can get off..." "Oh yes!" Trish growled, glancing my way for an instant before clutching Lindsay by the shoulders and rolling her beneath her. As if on instinct, Lindsay immediately spread her thighs, which prompted Trish to deftly move her head between them for a closer, much more intimate look. "HMMMMM," the blonde then moaned in pure arousal, as Trish's tongue began to twirl and slide about upon the folds of her little pussy once again. Perched upon her elbows and knees as she orally serviced her girlfriend, Trish gave me an instant erection as she wiggled her spandex-clad ass before my eyes in a most beguiling manner. Round and proportioned to absolute perfection, Trish's ass was a sight to behold. I quickly moved forward upon my own knees and grabbed that backside with both hands, squeezing it tightly. I slid both arms around her slender waist and yanked her black spandex pants, as well as her matching G-string, down to mid-thigh. That was all I needed. Trish screamed out in utter passion as I then jammed my new-found erection directly into the confines of her slick, smoldering pussy. Still clutching her ass, I began to pump myself in-and-out of her at a brisk pace as her lips and tongue continued to sample Lindsay's own feminine treats. Soon, there was no tender love or compassion on my part. Penetrating Trish in such a manner, while she also took care of Lindsay's needs, had somehow pushed me to the very brink of madness. Thus, my body was relentless as I pounded Trish with a series of powerful, unforgiving thrusts. Almost immediately, Trish began to let loose a series of squeals and grunts, which told me that the passion level within her was at the boiling point. I wanted to drown her in those sensations, with Lindsay along for the ride, too. Trish's squeals echoed loudly throughout the room, as well as the sound of our bodies violently slapping together as I absolutely hammered her pussy with my bulging cock. My breathing become quite ragged and soon, all three of us were rocking together on the very edge of orgasmic insanity. "HMMMMM..." Lindsay growled out, her lust apparent, as she literally stared a hole straight through Trish. "You're ... you're gonna make me cum!" To prove that point, Lindsay wrapped her slender thighs around Trish's head and squeezed tightly, as she shrieked and wailed out in utter passion. "OH FUCK ... MY PUSSY! CUMMING! CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Seeing the look of erotic satisfaction upon Lindsay's face as she went through the progression of orgasm was the thing which finally pushed me over the edge. I thrusted my cock into Trish one final time and held it there, then roared out like a madman as I flooded her velvety womb with my man-seed. My body felt as though it was on a roller coaster ride which was totally out of control. The pleasure I felt was so intense that it seemed everything around me was spinning. But at the same time, nothing could tear me away from Trish and the sensations of her exquisite pussy as it literally squeezed and milked every last ounce of sperm from my cock. All three of us rumbled together in orgasmic delight once Trish joined the parade, with a series of loud squeals and yelps which were absolute music to my ears. Of course, the 30-year-old's eager tongue never once stopped lapping away upon Lindsay's tender, delicious pussy. I kept a close eye on that, my shaft still embedded within Trish even after what had been a trio of monumental orgasms for all of us. "Oh God..." Lindsay cooed in the aftermath, groping and massaging her humble breasts with both hands. "Oh my God, I love you, Trish. I love you, Jeremy. I love both of you! I ... I love Krissy! I love Devon! I love Amy!" Lindsay became somewhat emotional as she declared, "I love my life! I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world!" As I withdrew my deflated shaft from the Canadian's pussy, Trish kissed the inside of Lindsay's thighs and breathed, "We love you as well, honey. All of us. Never doubt that." - After I was able to tear myself away from the wondrous clutches of Trish and Lindsay, I decided that it was time to go straight to the library and find Pamela. I did not like the fact that Pamela was seemingly barricading herself in there, and not trying to interact and mingle with the other ladies. This would be the second time since her return that she opted to go to the library alone. If Pamela was ever going to fit in and be accepted amongst our little entourage, she had to stop acting like a loner - especially during these crucial, early days, when all eyes were on her. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 05 But halfway through my long trek from the recreation room to the library on the estate's upper level, the sweet and always charming Kristanna literally appeared out of nowhere. Dressed in a form-fitting halter top with the words "Pornstar in Training" etched across its front (one of my favorite tops for her to wear, I must add), along with a white G-string and pink socks rolled down to her ankles, Kristanna smiled and closed the short distance between us. She stared at me for a brief moment, then wrapped her long arms around my neck and shoulders, and squeezed tightly. "I love you, Jeremy," Kristanna purred, her voice soft and dreamy. "I love you more than you'll ever know." Once our embrace was over, I glanced at Kristanna and noticed that a certain, exotic glow seemed to wash over her face and body all at once. In all the years that I had known her, I only seen this look from Kristanna one other time. That was, of course, the day she and I were married in Norway. "I love you too, Krissy," I returned, offering her a curious glance. "Is everything okay? I was under the impression that you went to the beach with Devon and Amy?" Kristanna smiled and placed both hands upon her stomach for a brief moment. "Oh ... everything is wonderful, Jeremy." She paused, her face still glowing. "I love you so much!" When Kristanna gave me another spirited hug, I sensed that something was out of the ordinary here. But what? "I decided to stay here in the mansion instead of going to the beach," she informed me. "I had to check on something." "What?" I asked, becoming even more curious. "You'll never know how much I truly love you, Jeremy," she cooed. "You're my snuggle-bunny. I could never tell you how much I love you. I could never show you. It would be impossible. Words ... could not describe how I feel for you." "I'm your snuggle-bunny?" I asked, my eyes wide. Kristanna giggled at my reaction, as that healthy glow and aura around her seemed to increase ten-fold. She smiled at me and even bit her lower lip, then offered me a coy, innocent expression. "There's something I need to tell you, Jeremy. I only found out about it myself ten minutes ago." "What is it, Krissy? Tell me." Although Kristanna was obviously very happy and vibrant, she seemed to be struggling with whatever was on her mind. Kristanna had never been one bit shy or reserved in the past with me. Possibilities began to float throughout my mind, but none of them made any sense. I needed to prod her. "What is it, honey? You can tell me anything." She hesitated before finally answering, "I'm pregnant..." "YOU'RE WHAT?" I exclaimed, a rush of positive emotions consuming my own body all at once. In perhaps the happiest moment of her young life to date, Kristanna jumped and bounced about with a look of total joy upon her face, her gaze focused upon me. "I'm pregnant! You and me are gonna be a Mommy and Daddy, Jeremy!" "Oh my God..." I laughed in total, sheer jubilation, clutching my chest. My heart was RACING! "Oh my God!" Both of us laughed with mutual delight and elation as I reached out with a hand and gently touched her stomach. "Krissy! OH MY GOD!" Once the realization finally set in, I encircled my wife's body with both arms and spun her around in my embrace like a helicopter blade several times. After four or five revelations, I finally smashed my mouth to hers and kissed her like never before. "We're pregnant!" ***End of Chapter 5*** Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 06 Chapter 6: "Hesitation" -------------------------------------------------- "Ever since I was a teen-ager, I have long dreamed of the chance to one day become a father. I absolutely love kids. My sister, who is a good 13 years older than me, has three children. I never got to spend a whole lot of time with her kids because I lived in New Jersey and then California while she was in Ohio, but I cherished the opportunity whenever it arose. I always wished that one day, I could have children as beautiful and as wonderful as the three my sister has." "After Victoria left me - and broke my heart - I always felt extremely envious when I saw a husband-and-wife couple together, with their small children in tow - especially the ones who were in close proximity to my age. There was always an abundance of them at the shopping center..." "I would look at the man and automatically be jealous of him. He's so lucky. That boy is so cute. That girl is so pretty. Why does he get to be a father, while I'm not?" "That boy looks so happy with his new matchbox car. That girl just hugged her father and said she loves him. How fortunate and lucky is that guy? Why can't that be me?" "These and similar thoughts would always pass throughout my mind whenever I saw children and their parents together. It was an extreme bit of jealousy on my part." "I always knew that I would, if given the opportunity, be an excellent father. My children would grow up to be healthy and strong. I'd see to it. Along the way, they would be given the utmost amount of love and guidance. They would receive the best medical care whenever necessary. They would know the difference between right and wrong." "Most of all, though, my children would know that their father loves them - with all of his heart." Kristanna, who was resting comfortably on the large hammock (with Devon lounging right beside her) just outside the estate's side entrance, smiled at me after my long dialogue. "You're going to be a great Daddy, Jeremy. You're a great husband and you'll be a great Daddy. And me, a great Mommy!" Seated upon the ground beside both Kristanna and Devon, I offered my wife a smile. That smile had not worn off since I learned that she was pregnant several hours ago. I had been riding an emotional high and wondered if I would ever come down from it. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to come down... "Your brother, Dan, has an adopted daughter I remember," Devon commented to me. "And your other brother, Steve, has two daughters, right? He did not take either of them to the wedding in Norway, but I got to meet Dan's daughter." "I've only seen Steve's two daughters a handful of times," I countered. "I probably would not know them if they walked by me on the street right now. In fact, I know I wouldn't. It has been five years since I saw them last." Kristanna frowned. "It's pretty sad that so many of you - you Jeremy, as well as Devvy, Amy, even Pamela - seem to have rifts with your family members. I am just not used to that. I have great relationships with everyone in my family." "It sure is a common theme among us for some reason," Devon pouted. "Amy doesn't get along with her parents at all. My parents want nothing to do with me. They never forgave me for what happened in high school. You, Jeremy ... your brother, Steve. And you say that you're distant from the rest of the people in your family too." "The matchmaker software I wrote for Jeremy paired the three of you up," Kristanna mused, reaching out and running her hand throughout Devon's long-flowing blonde hair. "It is no great coincidence that the three of you - you, Jeremy and Amy - all have family problems. And it is also no great coincidence that all of you have the desire and urge to build your own family - ours - and make everything about it right." "Everything about it already is right," Devon squealed, turning her gaze toward Kristanna and then bumping noses with her. "I love you, my sweet angel." Devon smiled and added, "But you come from a great family!" "I never had to fill out that questionnaire that you and the other girls did before you were accepted," Kristanna answered. "I wrote the program myself and besides, I was already friends with Jeremy. Pamela also has a bad family situation. She was high on Jeremy's list, too. Pamela has been at odds with her parents since she returned to Maryland from the island back this past July." "What about Trish and Lindsay?" Devon asked. "They come from good, close-knit families." "Trish and Lindsay matched up strong with Jeremy in other areas," Kristanna replied. "There were 18 areas of emphasis on the questionnaire. That's why it probably took you two hours to fill it out." "It took me three or four!" Devon huffed, giggling. "That thing was HARD! I remember some of the questions, too. Are you more - a), ideational than sensible, or b), sensible than ideational? For some of them, I really had to take awhile to think about the question itself. They were hard." "Oh, you poor thing," Kristanna cooed, grinning. Devon snuggled up even closer to Kristanna on the hammock and wrapped both arms around her from behind. She kissed Kristanna's neck and then patted her stomach with both hands. "You're pregnant, baby! I'm so happy for you!" Now resting upon her side as the moonlight serenaded us from above, Kristanna looked back at Devon and gently mused, "It's about time. Jeremy and I have been trying since our wedding night. I told him I wanted to become pregnant then." "How did you originally find out?" Devon wondered. Kristanna smiled and answered, "I took a home pregnancy test earlier today. I've been a bit queasy the past week or so. Got sick three or four times. I thought I had a virus, you know? The only reason I took the test was because I felt fine each time after getting sick. Even so, I still thought it would come up negative. I didn't think I'd get pregnant. They've always come up negative." "I'm on the pill, so I don't expect to get pregnant anytime soon," Devon said. "But I suppose it could still happen." "Those pills are not completely fool-proof," Kristanna told her. "I believe they are 99.5 percent effective. That means for every 200 times you have sex, the average chance the pill has of failing is one time. And even if it fails, that still does not mean a conception will occur." "Jeremy could increase that to 99.8 or 99.9 percent if he were to wear a condom," Devon offered, eyeing me. "That's not going to happen," I informed her. "I hate condoms. You will never see me wearing one. Ever." "So Jeremy already has an appointment scheduled for me at noon tomorrow with his personal physician in Lima," Kristanna murmured. "My first prenatal visit ... I feel so nervous! I wonder what will happen during it?" "Why don't you wait until later in the week, or early next week, once we start our vacation visiting all the families in Cincinnati?" Devon wondered. "Me personally, I would feel a whole lot safer and more secure with a doctor from the United States examining me instead of one from Peru." "My doctor in Lima is very, very good," I told Devon. "I trust him. I have been going to see him for 16 years now and counting. Plus, Kristanna needs to see a doctor as soon as possible. My doctor in Lima will take good care of her." "As for what to expect," Devon said to Kristanna, "the doctor will confirm your pregnancy and determine how many weeks along you are. You'll take a lot of blood tests and other tests, and maybe get an ultrasound. At least that's how it was each time my sister got pregnant and had her initial prenatal examination. Her doctor would not do the ultrasound until she was eight weeks pregnant, though. I don't know what the doctor here will do. I doubt you are eight weeks along, Krissy, so it may just be some tests." "We will take all the paperwork and results from your examination tomorrow with us to Ohio and Canada for the Christmas visits, and then Norway, and have them ready wherever and whenever you need to see a physician next," I told my wife. "You'll have your regular doctor in Norway." "I have so many questions for the doctor tomorrow!" Kristanna exclaimed. "It will work out good, because Jeremy also got an appointment for Pamela at the hospital so she can get a follow-up to her health scare from last week." Devon made a face as Kristanna continued, "Jeremy has all of her paperwork and test results from Maryland, too, and says the doctors here can look at them and give Pamela a proper follow-up examination and prognosis." "Pamela is NOT going to fit in with us and our lives," Devon announced, which actually brought a frown to my face. Something did rip that long-lasting smile from my face after all. "Pamela does not belong here." Kristanna looked hurt. "How can you say that, Devvy? You know how much Pamela means to Jeremy." "Didn't you see what happened at the waterfall yesterday, Krissy?" Devon retorted, quickly becoming upset. "You and I try to be nice to the girl. We invite her along to come with us and have a good time. You and I get into the water and start playing, and Pamela WALKS AWAY from us. Not only does Pamela walk away, but she goes back to the Jeep and stays there until we come out of the water and decide to drive back to the mansion! Pamela wanted NOTHING to do with us! She is here for one thing, and one thing only - Jeremy." "We were kissing and feeling each other up pretty hot and heavy," Kristanna reminded her girlfriend. "Maybe Pamela was a little shy, or apprehensive, and it felt awkward to her." Devon laughed angrily at those words. "SHY? APPREHENSIVE? Pamela has been a stripper for 12 years. She is not SHY or APPREHENSIVE." Devon made another face and ended in a most bitter tone, "Pamela has no shame whatsoever." Again, Kristanna looked hurt. "That's a little harsh, Devvy. I'm not used to hearing you talk like this..." "I'm sorry, but this is how I feel!" she shot back, still upset. "I remember back to when Pamela was here in the past, Krissy. Have you forgotten all of the nasty things she said about you? Pamela called you a skank with a fake accent. She told Trish and Amy that she HATED you." Devon glanced my way and continued, "She even told you, Jeremy, to take all your money and shove it straight up your ass. And she said working at the strip club was better than being here. Do you remember how much that hurt and upset you, Jeremy?" Devon began to tremble, then shook her head in defiance. "I have no idea why Pamela is even back here to begin with. She does not belong here. She is NOT one of us." "A lot of that stuff was said in anger, Devvy," Kristanna offered. "We had some problems and issues, yes, but I do not think Pamela actually HATED me. She was angry. You are angry now, Devvy, and you're saying things about Pamela that you do not actually mean." "Yes I do mean them!" she exclaimed. "Are you worried that Pamela is going to try and steal Jeremy away from us?" Kristanna asked. "You know that would never happen, honey. Jeremy has already chosen us over her several times in the past. Besides, Pamela has no grand illusions of winning Jeremy's heart and riding off into the sunset with him with a traditional, one-on-one marriage. That is the furthest thing from her mind." "How can you be all fine and calm with Pamela here?" Devon demanded. "I mean, really, Krissy? How?" "We are giving Pamela the opportunity to blend in and be a part of our lives," Kristanna told her in response. "If it ultimately does not work out, then Pamela can go back to Maryland and do whatever with her life there. We will know soon enough. I am not worried or scared about anything." "Pamela does not deserve that opportunity!" Devon erupted. "GOD, KRISSY! How can you be so fine with her being here, after those horrible things she said about you earlier in the year? How are you fine with it?" "Because I'm not a vindictive person, and I don't hold grudges," was Kristanna's simple reply. "OH!" Devon snapped, placing both hands on her hips. "So you're saying that I'm vindictive and I hold grudges?" She became even more angry while adding, "Please forgive me for not wanting to accept someone into our lives who a), wants NOTHING to do with ANY OF US except Jeremy, and b), someone who has repeatedly bad-mouthed the woman - even said she HATED her - that I love more than any other." "Devvy, you need to settle down." "Pamela did not walk away from the two of you at the waterfall yesterday because she was disinterested or turned off," I said to Devon, finally breaking my silence. "You and Krissy were kissing. Pamela did not want to go get pulled into that because of her heart condition. She does not want to do anything that will put her at risk until the doctor gives her clearance to resume normal activities. Being squished between the two of you can literally put anyone into cardiac arrest. You can ask Trish if you don't believe me, Devon. She spoke to Pamela about it. Pamela was not put off; she was simply concerned for her health." "Just give her a chance, Devvy," Kristanna mewed. "If Pamela does not fit in, she will be sent home." Devon seemed to be a bit calmer now - perhaps because of my explanation about the waterfall incident - but she was still upset. "How is Pamela going to blend in and become one of us when she spends all of her free time alone in the library? Answer me that? Either of you?" Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "I am willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. Pamela left here back in July on horrible terms. I mean, HORRIBLE terms. It is probably very awkward for her right now to be back amongst the place and the people that she verbally burned down. She might even be scared, or intimidated - fearful that some of us have the type of feelings for her that you are now expressing, Devvy. I know for a fact that Pamela regrets all of the drama we had, and wishes she could go back and change things. Pamela told us that she wishes she never left here to begin with. She says she should have been more open to the lifestyle." "I like Pamela, Devvy," Kristanna added. "I always have liked her. You never heard me say one negative thing about Pamela as a person. I never said I hated her, no matter how mean and angry she was toward me. I figured all of that was said in frustration. I never took any of it personally." "I always thought of Pamela as being the female version of Jeremy," the 24-year-old pressed on. "Jeremy spent all those years on this island - alone and wasting away - wanting to barricade himself from the rest of humanity. Jeremy always felt that others looked at him in a negative light, but in reality that was never the case. Jeremy was lonely and even scared, but he had so much love in his heart and was aching to share it with someone ... anyone. Just aching." "Pamela is the same way," Kristanna said. "Pamela has been a stripper for so long that it has dulled and jaded her so much that she cannot even go to the grocery store without sensing that every person in there is staring at her, and she often wonders how many of them even recognize her as that stripper from the club down the street. She does not feel that way with us. Pamela knows that no one on this island looks at her as a stripper. No one looks down on her here. For the first time in 12 years, when Pamela is around us, she actually feels at ease." "Pamela is a good girl, Devvy. A good, clean girl. I do not care if she has been a stripper for 12 years. Pamela is caring, loving, and she is very smart. She has the IQ of a genius. She is probably smarter than all of us put together. Pamela wants to love - and be loved - and I want us to give her that opportunity one more time." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders and continued, "If she cannot blend in with us, then she will go back to her life in Baltimore. Simple as that." Devon frowned and shook her head. "I just think you and Jeremy are too damn nice. You're too lenient. One of these days, your good nature is going to come back and bite you." "I love Jeremy," Kristanna proclaimed, "and I trust him. I trust his judgment. I also want to make him happy. I know that Pamela being a part of our lives, and Jeremy being given the opportunity to love her, and take care of her for all eternity, would be the final piece to the puzzle for him. Pamela would be the sixth and final girl from the summer to complete the circle of our family. Camille does not count. I know how much having Pamela here with us means to Jeremy." "But what if Pamela starts..." "If things don't work out," Kristanna interjected, cutting Devon off in mid-sentence, "Pamela will go home. It's that simple, baby. Just give her a chance. You know how much Jeremy wants Pamela to stay. We owe it to him. But I also trust him. If Jeremy comes to the conclusion that Pamela is incapable of having a future with us, he will cut her loose. Jeremy did it in the past, and I trust he will do it again." Devon waved a finger at Kristanna. "You're too nice." "Can you do it?" my wife asked her. "Can you do it for me, Devvy? You're one of the most warm-hearted and loving girls I have ever met. It is a major reason why I fell in love with you from the very outset. Can you give Pamela a second chance? Do it for me. Do it for me, and Jeremy." Devon pouted. "I don't trust Pamela." "Do you trust me?" Kristanna retorted. "Of course I do." "Trust me, that you can trust Pamela," she declared. "Do it for me and Jeremy, Devvy ... please. Pamela is not going to hurt us or cause any issues. Things are different now." "Why didn't Pamela tell us that she was worried about her heart and overdoing it yesterday at the waterfall?" Devon asked, shifting her focus toward me. "It would have cleared up a lot of anger and confusion. I was really upset about it. I felt insulted that she walked away from us." "Maybe Pamela felt shy or apprehensive," Kristanna mused, using those two words again. "Or maybe she was scared." "Yeah, right," Devon huffed. "No way!" "Give her a chance, Devvy. Please ... do it for us. Trust in me and Jeremy that we are making the right decision. You know that neither of us would ever do anything to jeopardize the relationship we all have together." Devon frowned again, but kept silent for a good 15 or 20 seconds. Finally, she spoke up, "Do you have any names in mind for your baby yet?" "Devvy..." Kristanna insisted. "Oh, all right," she finally gave in. "I'll do it. I'll do it for the two of you. But I SWEAR TO GOD, if this comes back and blows up in our faces, you'll never hear the end of it from me. You'll hear I told you so every single day for the absolute rest of your lives." "It won't blow up in our faces," Kristanna promised her. "And to answer your question, I have long liked two names for my first child - Kaden Thomas if it's a boy, or Ariel Janae if it's a girl. Ariel, like the mermaid." "Ariel Janae is a very pretty name," Devon nodded. "What do you think, Jeremy? Do you like those names?" "I told Krissy that she gets to pick out the name of our first-born," were my words. "I like both names a lot. And to your earlier point, Devon, I will talk to Pamela about incorporating herself more into the daily activities around here. But you have to realize that no matter what, she will always spend time in the library. Pamela loves it there - just like Trish and Lindsay love the recreation room." "How many times do you go to the recreation room, Devvy?" Kristanna asked. "Trish and Lindsay never complain about you not being there with them. Nor do you complain about either of them spending almost all of their time playing video games and arcade machines down there. It's the same thing as Pamela spending so much of her time in the library." "No, it's not," Devon countered. "Trish and Lindsay are in the recreation room TOGETHER. Pamela is in the library all by herself. There is a huge difference." Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 06 "Look at all the time Jeremy spends snooping on us in the voyeur room ALL BY HIMSELF," Kristanna offered. "He could be spending that time with us instead of spying on us, but I have never once heard you complain about it." "Look," Devon sighed, becoming defensive, "I agreed to give Pamela a chance. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Don't go pushing your luck here." "Pamela does need to become more active and social with us," Kristanna stated. "But do not condemn her for spending time in the library. She enjoys it there." At this particular moment, Amy emerged from the mansion and, with a smile, made a beeline straight for Kristanna. Amy embraced Kristanna with both arms upon the hammock and held her for a long time. "Congratulations again, Krissy!" she gushed. "I'm so happy for you! You're having a baby!" "Thank you, sweetie," Kristanna smiled, returning the embrace with one of her own. "I still cannot believe it. Jeremy and I have been trying and trying for months..." "What's going on inside the mansion?" I asked Amy, as she stepped away from my wife. "What are the other girls up to?" "Pamela reading a book in the library?" Devon deadpanned. "Actually, Pamela is with Trish and Lindsay down in the recreation room," Amy responded, which brought a renewed smile to my face. "They are playing poker, of all things. Lindsay convinced Pamela to leave the library and join her and Trish in the recreation room for a night of fun." I quickly recalled my time spent with Trish and Lindsay yesterday, when I asked both of them if they would be extra nice to Pamela and try to convince her that her rightful place in life was with us. Lindsay promised that she would do her best and, a mere 24 hours later, she had persuaded Pamela to go to the recreation room with her and Trish. I also trusted the little angel was working her magic right now; she was doing whatever it took to make Pamela feel at ease and perfectly comfortable with these new surroundings. Wouldn't it be something if Lindsay - and her sweet, indelible nature - turned out to be the driving force that ultimately convinced Pamela to commit herself to us, and our lifestyle? If that was the case, I would feel indebted to Lindsay a million times more than I already did. Honestly, it did not matter to me how it happened - as long as it happened. I felt so tantalizingly close to reeling Pamela in, and latching onto her forever. She was right there for the taking, and all it seemed we needed to make it a reality was one final nudge, or push. I could not allow her to slip through my fingers like last time... "Why aren't you with Pamela, Trish and Lindsay in the recreation room right now?" Kristanna wondered, reaching underneath Amy's mini-skirt and tenderly caressing the silky nether region between her thighs. Amy yelped and flinched at that unexpected contact. "Oh, I wanted to, but I had some chores to finish first." Amy sighed, then her body began to gently churn and convulse as Kristanna continued stroking her pussy. "You like that, sweetie?" "Uh huh," Amy moaned, her eyes now closed. "Any panties on underneath that mini-skirt?" Devon asked with a grin, trying to position her eyes for a look. Kristanna huffed. "You know Amy isn't allowed to wear panties." She retracted her hand and added, "Jeremy has not allowed her to wear panties since she became his submissive." Amy squealed as when I reached upward and wrapped my arm around her waist, I spun her in a half-circle and pulled her down and onto my lap. She landed in a seated position atop my left thigh, then squirmed her lush backside about while settling in and finding the most comfortable position. I encircled her body with both arms from behind and kissed her neck, luxuriating in the wondrous scent of her fiery red hair and the closeness of her voluptuous body to mine. Still in the hammock, Kristanna reclined to the side and giggled with pure delight as Devon scooted over to me, only to plop herself down across my right thigh. Now with a pair of gorgeous women in my lap, Kristanna brought both of her hands together and placed them under her face, using them as a makeshift pillow, as she eyed the three of us dreamily. When Devon snagged a full, open-mouthed kiss from me, Amy was ready quickly and awaiting her turn. Just as Devon's mouth left my own, it was immediately replaced by Amy's. Both ladies were giggling as well, squirming and jittering about upon my lap. Soon, they each shared a rather deep, tongue-laced kiss of their own just inches from my face. "I love my life," Kristanna swooned, still watching us. ------- The time was 11:15pm when our little four-way discussion just outside the mansion had finally reached its conclusion. The trio of Kristanna, Devon and Amy all said they were going to bed, and wanted me to come along with them. I promised them that I would be there shortly, but first wanted to check on the other three ladies - Pamela, Trish and Lindsay. As I hastily made my way toward the recreation room, I thought about Devon and some of the things she had said. I understood her viewpoint and her concerns, but felt as if they were truly unwarranted. Like Kristanna explained to Devon, Pamela was not here to try and steal me. Pamela understood what the situation, and the deal, was here. We were welcoming Pamela with open arms and allowing her the opportunity to build and grow a life-long relationship with us, but it had to be under the proper terms. Pamela could not focus all of her love and affection on me. She had to develop true, loving relationships with all five of the other ladies as well (not just one, two or three of them, either, but all five). Eventually, Pamela would have to feel as strongly for each of the ladies on an individual, one-on-one basis as she did me. This whole process was going to be a tall order, indeed, but I honestly felt that it was not as insurmountable as it seemed. Thanks to the month she spent here earlier this year, Pamela already had the solid basis of a friendship with all five of the girls (some more deeper than others, obviously). Pamela had my full love and support. Kristanna was the one who spearheaded the effort to bring Pamela back to the island and into our lives to begin with. Trish and Lindsay promised to do their part to help, and I was quite certain that, considering Pamela was closer and more intimate with her than any other woman during her original time here, Amy would chip in and do whatever it took to convince her to stay. That left Devon. Indeed, Pamela had said pretty hurtful words earlier this year - and most of them were directed toward Kristanna. It was true that Pamela once called my wife a skank with a fake accent. It was also true that she told others - on more than one occasion - that she absolutely hated Kristanna. I felt all of the nasty stuff was said out of anger and exasperation, however, and fortunately Kristanna did as well. Why? That was not Pamela. She was not the type of person to harbor such negative feelings and ill-will toward others. The Pamela that I knew and loved was cool, calm and collected. She was very loyal and peaceful, and did not have a mean bone in her entire body. But anger causes people to oftentimes say certain things that they do not mean, and later regret. During that whole ordeal, Kristanna even sympathized with Pamela and her emotions, and felt sorry for her. She took nothing that was said to heart. But those words still resonated quite loudly with Devon, who (understandably so) was apprehensive in her own right about allowing Pamela back into our lives. Again, I understood Devon and her trepidation. Devon was a sweetheart, though, and a very kind and loving person. I believed that if Pamela ultimately decided to stay with us, Devon would quickly realize over time that she was not cold or abrasive, and full of drama, but rather a perfect fit for our relationship and the life we wanted to pursue. Devon, however, was not the road-block here. That would be Pamela herself. We needed to convince her that devoting her life to six people could ultimately turn out to be much more rewarding and fruitful than the typical monogamous marriage. If we could somehow get through that road-block, though, then the rest of Pamela's life would be off to the races. Tomorrow was going to be a very important day. I may very well have a definitive answer as to whether or not Pamela was going to make a commitment to us by this time tomorrow night. It was our most important and vital day yet. In the morning, Pamela was going with Kristanna and yours truly to the mainland. Both of them had medical appointments to attend. Instead of traveling by helicopter, I had opted to go the slow route - a four hour boat cruise both to and from Lima. What that meant, of course, was that in addition to our time in the city, Kristanna, Pamela and myself would have a grand total of eight hours alone together on the boat to further discuss things and iron out any problems or concerns. It certainly promised to be a very enlightening discussion... ------- "I haven't played pinball since I was in high school!" I heard Pamela say moments later, as I quietly approached the recreation room. Suddenly not wanting to alert them of my presence, I peered through a crack in the doorway and again found myself smiling at what I saw. Pamela was at one of the arcade machines, mashing its buttons and controller sticks, as Trish and Lindsay stood to either side of her and offered words of encouragement. "Isn't this fun?" Trish chirped. "It is!" Pamela agreed. "I need to talk to Jeremy," Lindsay squealed. "Trish and I need a space five times the size of this one in the new mansion that's currently being built in Norway. We want a big, huge, massive, super-duper recreation room where every gaming console and pinball machine you could ever think of is there. Wouldn't that be totally awesome, Trish?" "Awwwww!" the Canadian exclaimed, sagging her shoulders, as Pamela's pinball game suddenly ended. "You let the last one through! And you were doing so well..." "I want to play again," Pamela nodded, firing up the machine one more time. "I want to beat my high score." She glanced over at Lindsay and announced, "I want to beat YOUR high score. I'm coming after you, girl." "You'll never beat my score!" Lindsay chided her. "I have the all-time high score on this machine! No one is ever even going to come CLOSE to it!" "Lindsay is very serious and gung-ho when it comes to gaming and the records she has here," Trish observed. Once Pamela became involved and focused on a new round of pinball, Lindsay reached over with her right hand and leisurely ran it through the 30-year-old's free-flowing, immaculate blonde hair. With a snicker, Lindsay then planted a simple kiss upon the side of Pamela's face. The two ladies looked at each other and giggled for a brief moment, before Pamela re-focused her attention upon the arcade machine. At the same time, Trish placed her hand upon Pamela's shoulders and rubbed them lovingly. "OH! I CANNOT BELIEVE I let that one get through!" Pamela exclaimed. She turned toward Lindsay and gave her an impish expression, claiming, "You distracted me!" "I did not!" Lindsay shot back, as all three ladies now snickered and giggled in unison. I turned and immediately went back to the elevator. I originally came down here with plans to interject myself into the proceedings, but these three ladies seemed to be doing just fine without me. I was not going to interrupt. Watching that little display in the recreation room also provided me with a rush of positive feelings and vibrations. Although certainly nothing was official, I felt better and much more optimistic about the entire situation right now than I had at any point since reuniting with Pamela several days ago. Seeing her coo and cavort with Trish and Lindsay seemingly clinched it for me. A single tear streaming down my face, I smiled and was full of emotion and hope, and spoke in a very low, audible whisper, "Pamela is going to stay with us..." ***End of Chapter 6*** Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 07 Chapter 7: "Hexad" ***** - Tuesday, December 10, 2013 - "Jeremy is the most complex man in the world," Kristanna said to Pamela, hugging me from the side, as the three of us were aboard my personal boat and cruising toward Peru's capital city of Lima on this bright, yet blustery morning. "You may perceive Jeremy one way and have ample reason to, but then it turns out he is actually the complete opposite. It took me a long time to figure his ways out. A long time." "What do you mean?" Pamela wondered. Kristanna laughed. "Several months ago, you know, Jeremy brings an entire group of bi-sexual women with him to his mysterious and secluded island in the South Pacific, and makes certain he is the only man in sight. You would think with the money he was offering, Jeremy is some billionaire pervert who would have expected a LOT more from you and the other girls." Kristanna paused for a moment, her eyes still trained upon Pamela. "Yet Jeremy treated everyone on the island with 100 percent respect and dignity. He wanted to be your friend and someone you could trust and abide in before anything else. It was far more important to Jeremy that everyone accepts and likes him beyond anything else." "Jeremy told you and the others to go at your own pace," Kristanna recalled. "He made it clear there were no set rules or activities you had to be part of. You were not being forced or coerced into anything your will. He said the summer - and what you chose to do with it - was yours to enjoy. You could do whatever you wanted on his island." Kristanna shrugged her shoulders. "Another man, same situation? All alone with six gorgeous bi-sexual women on a tropical island some 130 miles away from the mainland? Promising each of them a bare minimum of $100,000 in American currency? Another man would of had you and the other girls stripped naked by dinner-time, Pamela, and probably involved in a wild orgy that very first night. He would take you to his bedroom - one at a time or even in twos or threes - and have his way with you, with little to no regard for your emotions or physical safety." Pamela made a face. "I would not have liked that." "As I said," Kristanna chirped, "Jeremy is complex. You could easily envision this happening with a man who spends all that money to bring six bi-sexual women with him to a secluded island in the middle of the ocean. It would be so easy to imagine an endless array of sex where your will is bent and you are forced to do things that you don't want to, yet you have no choice because of that pay-out at the end." "Not with Jeremy, though. Instead of all that, Jeremy goes out of his way to make you feel 100 percent comfortable and at ease. You and your feelings, your well-being, are of far greater importance to him than anything he could possibly derive or gain from you - be it sexual or otherwise." "And that extends to our marriage, and the relationships Jeremy now has with Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy," Kristanna advised Pamela. "Jeremy does whatever it takes to make us happy. He is always putting us first. He creates time for all of us; he makes us feel so very special and cherished." "I feel more loved and taken care of by Jeremy than I have by any other man at any point in my life, despite the fact that he has four other women to tend to and make happy on a daily basis," my wife added. "I do not feel his loyalties are split, or divided up into sections. Jeremy does a wonderful job making sure that no one feels left out." "Of course, there are some sacrifices on my part. I'm not going to lie to you and say there aren't. But there are no issues or problems whatsoever. This is the type of life we have chosen to live." Kristanna patted my shoulder with her right hand and added, "Jeremy is so busy loving and trying to make sure all of us are taken care of and happy, he oftentimes is oblivious to just how strongly each and every one of us feels about him." Kristanna giggled and caressed my neck with that same hand, now saying, "That is one reason why we constantly tell Jeremy how much we love him. We like to remind him." I raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Are you claiming that I am insecure?" "Insecure isn't the right word," Kristanna told me. "I just think that you're still getting used to actually having people around you who love and care for you on a daily basis. Remember, you spent 16 years on the island all by yourself. You had VERY minimal contact from the outside world, Jeremy. The other girls have only been in your life for six months. I think you need to get more used to having them around - and further removed from those 16 years of solitude - and things will only continue to improve." "You are light years different than how I remember you from just five or six months ago," Pamela observed. "Oh?" I countered. "How so? Hopefully not in a bad way?" "Not at all," Pamela answered. "You just seem much more confidant and assured of yourself, Jeremy. I see the way you have dealt with and spoken to the other girls since I came back to the island last week. You are still the same super sweet guy that I fell in love with, but you are much more take-charge than I ever remember you being. I suppose being the only man amongst five women who love and care for you unconditionally can do that to a person." "I'd like to make it six." "SEE?" Pamela exclaimed, giggling. "You would have never said that to me earlier in the year, Jeremy. You may have thought it, but you would have been too apprehensive to actually say it. You are becoming much more comfortable around others, and thus, your true nature is coming out." "I would like for Jeremy to have six women as well," Kristanna murmured, now grasping Pamela's right wrist and squeezing it lovingly. Pamela gulped her throat in response as Kristanna continued, "That is our only goal right now, honey. We want you to commit to us. Give us the opportunity to make you happy ... let us make all your dreams come true." Pamela broke free of my wife's clutches, then turned and took a few steps away from us here in the main bridge of the boat with a distressed look upon her face. This seemed to agitate Kristanna somewhat, but she refused to let it show with her words - or the ongoing sales pitch to Pamela. "Jeremy is the type of guy who, if he lived in Baltimore, he would go to your strip club just to talk to you," Kristanna mused. "He would pay you, too. Say he is a normal guy with a normal job. I could see him giving you $100 or $150 each time he saw you. And all he would want is to talk." "I have no doubt about that," Pamela surmised. "All he has ever really wanted to do with me is talk." "You would be a stripper," Kristanna said to Pamela, "but Jeremy would not want you to strip. He would be much more interested in you as a person that he would pay you simply to talk to him. He would not even look at you, or think of you, as a stripper. Jeremy is not that type of guy. But he would still compelled to pay you. Once he got to know you, though, he would never want you to dance for him." "I know!" Pamela reiterated, chuckling. "I gave Jeremy two lap dances this past summer, then all of a sudden he told me one day that he never wanted me to dance for him again - even though I know it aroused him beyond belief both times." "I don't like seeing you in that light, Pamela," I told her. "I don't like you parading yourself about like that. You're so much better than a stripper. So much better." "I'm not a stripper anymore. But, I would still like to dance again one day for you, Jeremy. I would dance for you not because you are a customer and you are paying me money, but rather because I love you. There's a big difference." "And that is why I say Jeremy is such a unique, complex man," Kristanna nodded. "He is the type of man who has no problem going to a strip club, yet he would be far more interested in talking to all of the girls and learning about them as people than he would actually getting lap dances from them. Jeremy will bring a group of bi-sexual women to his island - like he did earlier this year - and do everything he can to make it seem like a sex resort beforehand. Yet when the time actually comes, it is anything but." There was still an hour or so left before the three of us reached landfall and the Port of Callao in downtown Lima. Kristanna and Pamela each had a doctor appointment later today; Kristanna had her first prenatal examination at my personal physician, and Pamela was getting a follow-up to her heart scare from last week at a local hospital. I had all of her necessary test results and paperwork with me. Since Kristanna and I were basically spending the entire day with Pamela - including a grand total of eight hours on the boat (it was a four hour trip both to and from Lima by water) - our primary goal was for her to have finally made a commitment to us and our way of life by the time we returned to the island sometime later tonight. "What do you think of the island and everything you have witnessed since returning?" Kristanna asked Pamela, perhaps wanting to change the subject and get more to the point. "It is very difficult to figure out what you are thinking or feeling at certain times," my wife added. "I cannot really tell what your thoughts are, Pamela. Nor can I gauge them. You are ... very mysterious, in your own right." "I'm doing my absolute best to give this crazy life that the two of you lead a chance," she responded. "It's hard, though. I have just always thought that a relationship or marriage should be where two people - and only two people - totally devote themselves to each other." "No one will ever love you as much as Jeremy," Kristanna told her, rather bluntly. "No one will ever work as hard and do whatever it takes to make you happy than will Jeremy. I just want you to realize that, Pamela, and factor it into your decision. There will be no second chances or coming back and changing your mind this time should you turn this down. Also realize that the five of us - myself, Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - will do whatever we can to make the transition for you into our way of life as seamless and as easy as humanly possible. You may not have the type of relationship that you find ideal - a monogamous, one-on-one marriage - but I can guarantee you that what we offer is more rewarding - and MUCH more fulfilling - than any relationship you'll find elsewhere. I promise you that." "I do realize all of that," Pamela assured her. "All of the things you just said are the only reason why I agreed to come back to the island in the first place and, even more importantly, why I am still here. I realize it full well..." "Ask any of the other girls," Kristanna suggested. "All of them are incredibly happy. They have no complaints with our life and how it is going. There is no jealousy or resentment. We do not even know what those words mean." "Each and every single one of the girls tells me that they are much happier now than they ever have been before," Pamela admitted. "I was talking about it with Amy really early this morning before we left. She told me that I needed to stay." "Then what is the hold up?" Kristanna insisted. "What is stopping you from throwing everything down and agreeing to stay with us? I just don't quite understand." "Krissy..." I said, extending my hand, wanting her to back off just a bit. I did not want Pamela to feel as if she was pressured into any decision - even if it was the one Kristanna and I wanted. Pamela needed to do this on her own time and, even more importantly, at her own speed. "No," Kristanna shot back, defiant. "I do not understand. You and Amy were room-mates and the best of friends during the summer, Pamela, and you went to bed with her nearly every night. Trish and Lindsay spent all last evening trying to convince you that you need to stay and build a life with us. By all accounts, you had an awesome time with them both. Little Lindsay is especially adamant about wanting you to stay, and you and Trish have been good friends from the very outset. You already know what I want. There is so much love and happiness waiting for you with us if you just accept it. I simply do not understand what your hesitation is. Is there something that you're not telling us?" "KRISSY!" I snapped, angry at her. How often did I raise my voice at my precious bride, even if it was just a tiny bit? "Let Pamela make her own decision. DO NOT pressure her!" Kristanna glared at me for a moment, then took a long, deep breath, and re-focused upon Pamela. "We're not tying you down and saying that you can never leave us if you decide six months or a year from now, or three years from now, that our lifestyle is ultimately not for you. Like any relationship, you are free to leave at any time, Pamela. No one will tie you down, or forever hold you to us." "Jeremy and I both realize that there may come a day when Trish and Lindsay leave us. We do not like to think about that, but it is a possibility. Or Devvy may leave. Amy may leave. No one can envision any of that happening ... but anything is truly possible. That's how life is. None of them are tied down or bound to us. Neither would you be." "This is a secret, Pamela, but this is why I am taking the marriage thing slow," I told her. "I don't want to jump into marriage with all four of the girls at once. If I marry any of them, or even all of them, I want to be 100 percent certain that it is going to be a life-long commitment. The only one I truly feel that way about right now is Krissy." "And we're married," Kristanna beamed, extending her right hand and showcasing her dazzling bridal ring for Pamela. "Do not get me wrong," I said, wanting to clarify my remarks. "I myself, am ready to marry each and every single one of them. I feel that strongly about each of the girls. I just need to be certain that their feelings for me are the same. They claim they are, and each of them may truly and positively believe that in their hearts, but I need to know it myself. I do not take the idea of marriage lightly." "Amy often wonders why you and her are not married yet, or at least have some sort of pending plans for it." "Amy and I are close," I informed Kristanna. "Very close. It may become official a lot sooner than you think." "Well..." Pamela breathed, getting a word in for the first time in a few moments. She paused and appeared totally lost in thought briefly, but then nodded her head and offered a relieved smile. "You and Krissy never have to worry about the possibility of me leaving, Jeremy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and be a part of the family." Kristanna brought both hands to her mouth and sighed in utter joy as I did a double-take because of those words. Did Pamela just say what I think she said? Not only was that quick and sudden, but it was completely out of the blue! "There is no hold up now that I got past my own stubborn nature," Pamela told us, her body trembling with raw emotion, as she was on the verge of breaking down and crying. She latched onto Kristanna's wrists with both hands and pulled her close. "I ... I would be honored if you allowed me into your marriage and home, Krissy, and let me be a part of it." "You know I will!" Both ladies began sobbing as they embraced each other in unison. "Thank y-you for th-the second ch-chance, Krissy!" Pamela gushed at her. "Thank you for everything you have done to make this happen for me! You ... you keep going on about how tr-truly special and unique of a p-p-person Jeremy is. There is NO ONE like you! NO ONE! I have come across many women in my lifetime, but I have never met one as kind and as compassionate, and as forgiving, as you..." Pamela broke free of Kristanna, only to then focus upon me and laugh in pure happiness. Pamela kissed me directly on the forehead and boldly proclaimed, "Kristanna will one day be my wife." A kiss on my eyebrow. "Amy will be my wife." Chin. "Lindsay will be my wife." Cheek. "Trish will be my wife." Nose. "Devon will be my wife." Finally, my mouth. "Yes, Jeremy ... YES! I accept your offer! I will stay with you forever, and one day I will be YOUR wife!" "Oh God, sweetheart," I moaned in response, almost ready to lose it myself. I had wanted a commitment from Pamela for such a long time, but never thought that I would actually get one. My entire body; my soul, was buzzing with heated sensations. I had dreamed of this exact scenario happening for so long. Now that it was a reality, I could not believe it. I suddenly felt overwhelmed! Absolutely overwhelmed! Tears of joy formed within Pamela's eyes as she added, "It would be foolish of me not to stay! I ... we'll make it work. We will. All I know is that I love you, Jeremy, and I want to be with you! I want to spend the rest of my life with you!" Still laughing and sobbing simultaneously, Pamela glanced at Kristanna's stomach for an instant and then pressed her forehead upon mine and looked me straight in the eyes. "I want you to get me pregnant too, Jeremy! Krissy's child is going to need a little brother or sister, you know!" And with that, I did lose it. - The rest of the voyage to Lima was an absolute blur to me. My mind was in such a haze - an absolute state of euphoria - because Kristanna and I had some way, some how, finally reeled Pamela back into the proverbial nest. All six of my precious little chicks were now home, so to speak, and under my watch, and I was never going to let anything - or anyone - change that. My life could not get any better than this! I honestly do not remember much about Kristanna's visit to Dr. Larrauri other than sitting in the waiting room with Pamela and holding her hand. The female receptionist, who knew full well that Kristanna was my wife, seemed to be dazed and confused in her own right as Pamela and I cooed and cavorted together in the lobby like two long-lost lovers. I was naturally a very modest and reserved type - and would have usually kept my affection for Pamela under wraps in such a public location. Right now, however, I simply did not care. I was too happy and too elated to care. But thanks to the greatest and most understanding spouse in the entire universe, Kristanna tells me (for the sake of this story) that she saw the doctor for a good 90 minutes. Dr. Larrauri wanted to know about her health history and what medications and vitamins she was currently taking, and why. He was also curious as to any serious illnesses that were present in her family; he already knew that various types of cancer ran in mine. Kristanna says that the doctor was extremely thorough and considerate with her. He answered all of her questions and spoke to her about any anxieties and worries she had concerning how her life was going to be forever changed from this point forward. Dr. Larrauri also gave Kristanna a full examination and drew blood for a wide array of tests. In addition, he determined that Kristanna was five weeks pregnant, and that our child's due date was July 27, 2014. Just as Devon predicted yesterday, Kristanna did not get to actually see our baby. Dr. Larrauri said he did not do ultrasounds until the mother was at least eight weeks along in her pregnancy. He explained to Kristanna that right now, there was simply not much to see. I actually do recall talking with the physician after Kristanna's appointment was complete. I explained to him that we were leaving to go to the United States and Canada for our round of Christmas visits in just three days, and eventually back to our home in Norway. I told Dr. Larrauri, who I had been a patient of for 16 years, that with my wife now being pregnant, I honestly did not know when we would be back in this part of the world. Thus, I explained to him, it was vitally important that we get all of her test results back as quickly as possible. I did not want to be visiting family later this week in Ohio, only to get a telephone call from Peru saying that there was a complication or anomaly with Kristanna's pregnancy because of the results of one of her blood tests. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 07 Thus, I asked (i.e. pleaded) with the doctor to see to it that all of Kristanna's lab work was properly processed and completed within the next 24 hours instead of the usual 72+ hour time period. I even offered him extra money to do so, but he turned it down. Dr. Larrauri said that because I was one of his longest tenured patients, he would have those results back by noon tomorrow as a personal favor to me. From there, it was off to the cardiac care unit at one of Lima's most renowned hospitals, Clinca Stella Maris, for Pamela's 3:00pm appointment. This was a little more tricky and time-consuming than Kristanna's prenatal visit; the physician (Dr. Ruibal) and her staff had to first review all of Pamela's hospital charts and paperwork from her health scare last week. They even made several telephone calls to Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore to discuss a few of the findings on her records, and get some questions answered. Clinca Stella Maris then did some tests of their own - basically confirming Pamela's initial diagnosis of stable angina and her high blood pressure level which caused it. There was already a noticeable change in her blood pressure compared to the readings from last week, they told us. It had dropped considerably lower from where it was, but still had a ways to go. Pamela had to continue taking her medication on a daily basis to eventually get her blood pressure readings to a much more healthy and stable level. They followed up with a thallium stress test - a nuclear imaging screen that shows how well blood flows into the heart during both exercise and rest. The nuclear material was administered to Pamela intravenously (an IV) and basically lit up her heart so a special camera could take pictures and project them onto a computer screen for diagnosis. They first analyzed the images with Pamela lying down and relaxing, but then had her get onto an exercise bicycle and work up a sweat. This allowed Dr. Ruibal and her staff to view images of her heart in both a rested and elevated state. Nearly six hours after our arrival to the hospital at 8:49pm (the previously mentioned test took three hours by itself), the doctor informed us that she found nothing wrong with Pamela's heart and the amount of blood that was being pumped through it either while resting or during physical exertion. She again stressed how important it was for Pamela to continue to take her blood pressure medication, and then suggested that she see a cardiologist on a semi-regular basis to keep a watchful eye on her heart and its condition to help prevent another unexpected attack of stable angina. The positive news from the hospital only made better what had already been a wonderful day for me. Actually, the past week had been quite amazing. Not only had I reunited with Pamela and helped convince her to forever stay with us, but I also learned that my beautiful wife, Kristanna, was pregnant. She got a clean bill of health from the doctor as well (pending her test results, which we would learn tomorrow). Kristanna and Pamela (as well as myself) were quite hungry by this point, so we stopped at Kentucky Fried Chicken and its drive-thru window in downtown Lima for some good, old-fashioned crispy American cuisine. I used to work at KFC many, MANY eons ago while still attending high school, so this was a little trip down memory lane for me. By 10:00pm, the three of us were back on the big boat and sailing toward our hidden island retreat out at sea. With yet another four hour cruise ahead of us, it was going to be a very long and tiring night. - There was a steady downpour of rain (but fortunately no wind) as I steered the vessel through the waters of the Pacific. With Kristanna and Pamela fast asleep off to my side some three hours into our voyage, I had been given a lot of time to really assess everything and let it all sink in. When I texted Lindsay earlier to let her know that Pamela had been medically cleared to return to normal, daily activities, my tablet literally exploded within a mere two minutes - as I received message after message from all of the ladies back on the island. Lindsay was over-joyed that Pamela was given a clean slate of health. "Awesome!" Trish texted me. "Now get back home so all of us can be together!" Amy asked me to tell Pamela that she loved her, and could not wait to see her and offer her a hug. "Tell Pamela I said congrats," was the message from Devon's cellular device, "and that I look forward to building a friendship and hopefully something much more with her." Of course, these texts came on the heels of the all-out barrage my tablet received even earlier - when I informed Lindsay (she was my contact) that Pamela had finally accepted our offer and was going to stay with us. The rapid stream of one-liners, all of them brimming with elation and happiness, was ample proof (at least in my eyes) of how truly close-knit and committed our little group was to each other. The next two weeks promised to be quite a whirlwind for me as we soon began the tour de force of Christmas visits starting this coming Friday in Cincinnati. Not only did I have a celebration and gift exchange planned with my own family (with Kristanna included, of course), but I had two other parties to attend as well - one with Lindsay and her family, and another with Amy and her parents. Somewhere within that seven day period in Ohio, I also had to fit in time for Pamela and her sister, Candice, who would be flying in from Baltimore for a holiday visit of her own. I promised Pamela that I would take her and Candice to the finest restaurant that Cincinnati had to offer. Now, Pamela insisted, she wanted Kristanna to come along with us, too. After those seven days were up, we would be off to Toronto to pay a 48 hour visit to Trish's family. Then, on December 23, our group would depart for Norway and arrive there the next day - on Christmas Eve - and promptly return to our true home, the farm. Kristanna's parents were planning a massive celebration on Christmas Day not only due to the holiday itself, but because they had a new grandchild on the way. I smiled inwardly, remembering that the huge, sprawling mansion I was having built on the opposite side of the 300 acre farm from Kristanna's family home was scheduled to be completed by August 2014. With our child - who Pamela had already christened as Baby KrisJer - due on July 27, 2014, what better house-warming gift could we receive for our new home? Indeed, everything in my life was fabulous now. "When did you ever think you would see that?" I said out loud, albeit in a low tone, as I glanced over to my right. Kristanna and Pamela were huddled close in the corner with a pair of blankets strewn about, both of them enjoying a peaceful and relaxing sleep. Pamela was seated against the wall, her legs outstretched across the floor, with one arm around Kristanna as my wife lounged halfway down and against her torso. Pamela's opposite hand, believe it or not, was nestled upon Kristanna's stomach. Before they fell asleep, Pamela had been rubbing and caressing Kristanna's abdomen much the same way I did when I first learned that she was pregnant. I had the feeling that these two ladies were going to become incredibly close in a very short period of time. Not wanting them to possibly become cold and wake up because of it, I tossed one of the blankets over the front of Pamela, then snuggled the other up to Kristanna's neck. I took a step back and admired the mesmerizing sight before me, then started laughing to myself. "You lucky bastard," was all I could say to myself... ***End of Chapter 7*** PLEASE NOTE: This story (and the series) will end after chapter 10! Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 08 Chapter 8: "Littoral" ***** - Thursday, December 12, 2013 - From outer space, our planet appears to be comprised of huge landmasses separated by even greater expanses of blue ocean. A closer look, however, reveals that those oceans and seas are dotted with thousands upon thousands of islands. Although these islands vary in magnitude from continent-sized Australia to diminutive Nauru, the great majority of them are so small that they do not even appear on the common map. But in reality, a whole new collection of islands await discovery in mid-ocean. Rising from turquoise waters like emeralds sparkling in the sun, such islands represent our closest approximation to the Garden of Eden - a place where life is peaceful and easy - and nothing like the rest of the world that we live in. From this perspective, at least, every island holds the potential of a personal utopia. The classic impression of an island, however, remains the lush, tropical paradise lapped by crystalline blue-green waters, where brightly colored fish mirror the terrestrial beauty of flowers, plants and breathtaking views. In many ways, the allure of islands have cast a spell over mankind. Who hasn't dreamed of such a locale at one time or another? The mere mention of places such as Hawaii, Bora Bora and the Bahamas conjures up images of white sandy beaches fringed by tall palm trees, where hedonism and luxury are not viewed as decadence, but a necessity of life. Unfortunately, many of us can only dream about stepping foot in such a place. There are all types of islands, with waves beating, winds howling, seagulls screeching overhead and the smell of salt in the air. Islands where everything - the pace of life, food, people and solitude - is distinctively earthy yet unmistakably island-like. There are islands of compromise - half hill, half mountain, half rock and half sand. Slopes that are abandoned and others densely populated, with tightly packed villages full of life. Whether uncompromisingly harsh or beautiful, each island is like an unfolding story. Some contain so much that in spite of their limited size, they could be visited for an entire lifetime. Many people, including myself, have chosen to spend their lives as an island dweller for these reasons. Personally speaking, of course, it did not get any better than the relatively small, tropical island in the South Pacific which I had once called home for 16 years. This island had all of the elements - fresh tropical air, essences of mango and alstroemeria, golden sunsets, moody rainforests, grandiose cliffs, jagged peaks, lush valleys, dazzling waterfalls, palm trees rustling in the wind and a collection of spectacular beaches that were second to none. The only problem I found here was that there was simply too much beauty for one to fully absorb and appreciate. - Alongside the northern shore on this picture-perfect Thursday afternoon, with sheer volcanic ridges laced by waterfalls that rose as high as 3,000 feet as our background, and waves thundering in like stampeding horses, Pamela and I were enjoying what was going to be our final day on the island for the foreseeable future. Tomorrow, the two of us - along with the other ladies, of course - would begin our tour of holiday/family visits starting in Cincinnati. Late next week, we would then travel to Toronto for another visit before returning to Norway just in time for Christmas Day. Today, however, Kristanna and several of the others had convinced me to spend the afternoon alone with Pamela. With all the recent events which had taken place, the ladies felt as if Pamela and I both needed and deserved some time alone together. Plus, Kristanna pointed out that Pamela had just recently returned to the island, and one final day to be out and take in its wondrous scenery would be good for her. "Oh my God..." Pamela moaned, full of temperate bliss, as she relaxed on the beach at the water's edge, allowing the intermittent waves to rush and splash over her body. Lying on her back with her neck arched and knees raised slightly, Pamela was her own picture of perfection in a flirtatious two-piece bikini, its color pink with white trim and little polka-dots mixed in. Portions of her body covered and smeared with sand, Pamela continually squirmed and writhed about, enjoying the sensations of the incoming swells and the surreal tranquility of the moment itself. When Pamela rolled over onto her side and eventually her front, she made eye contact with me and offered a happy, glittering smile. Squealing as another wave pelted her, this time from behind, the 30-year-old raised her hips high into the air and let her feet dangle freely about as if they were like chimes billowing in the wind. "You look like you're enjoying yourself." Pamela's smile was still there as she glanced back at me. "Oh, you have no idea, Jeremy. I spoke to my sister, Candice, this morning, and she says Baltimore is still covered in snow from that storm they had a few days ago. Candice is so jealous right now that I'm actually here!" I grinned at Pamela as well. "Cincinnati is supposed to get some snow-fall over the weekend, from what I hear. You will be re-acquainted with the bad weather soon enough." "But at least I get to spend one more day in paradise," Pamela cooed, literally burrowing her forehead into the sand and letting the tide completely douse her long-flowing blonde hair. She looked at me for a brief moment, her now slick and sticky hair cascading across her face and shoulders, but then whipped her head back violently, her hair going with it and flicking off the excess water in the process. Pamela focused on me again and, with a smile, she brought her index finger to her mouth and bit the very tip of it in an erotic fashion. There is no point for me to beat around the bush here. Watching the insanely gorgeous Pamela as she frolicked and played in the surf, wearing a barely-there two-piece bikini, was incredibly arousing for me. For the past 20 minutes, I had been sitting off to the side and enjoying this amazing show. And for nearly all of those 20 minutes, I found myself shifting and changing positions a lot, not wanting Pamela to realize that I had a hard, uncomfortable erection stashed away in my swimming trunks. I simply wanted Pamela to have her fun and luxuriate in the beach and its surroundings. Despite the fact that we were once again an item, and had plans of spending the rest of our lives together, Pamela and I had not engaged in any sort of sexual activity since her return to the island and my life itself a week ago. In fact, as I lounged here on the beach, I realized that Pamela and I had only been intimate with each other in the past on a grand total of three occasions. That was amazing to me. Our lone one-on-one encounter happened during Pamela's second-ever day on the island back in June, when she and I had sex in the library after a long and very wonderful conversation. Two days later, Pamela and Amy showed up at my door and both seduced me into a blistering three-some. The following week, Pamela was just one piece of the puzzle as all seven of the ladies - the nasty Camille included - took their liberties with my body in a memorable gang-bang. I simply could not believe that Pamela and I had engaged in sexual play a mere three times. Earlier this year, I suppose I was too concerned with trying to win Pamela's heart and somehow prove to her that I was not one of the mindless masses of men that she had been witness to on a nightly basis as an exotic dancer who only viewed her as an object. I spent so much time and effort trying to prove to Pamela that I was not like that; I was different - I was truly interested in her as a person and potential soul-mate. I actually felt concerned that if I showed a great desire to become sexually involved with Pamela, I would perhaps scare her off and give her the wrong impression of me. I was well aware that all those years as an exotic dancer had dulled and numbed Pamela to the point where not only did she view sex differently than most people, but it was in many ways a turn-off for her altogether. I got the sense from Pamela early on that for her to enjoy intimacy, she had to be incredibly close and have strong feelings for the person(s) she was with. We had gotten to that point as a couple earlier in the year, I believe, but I always wanted to push it even further along to lessen the chance of any conflict. Still, whenever I was with Pamela - either now or in the past - I always found it difficult to harness and control the overwhelming desire that I felt for her on a purely physical level. After all, Pamela was incredibly beautiful and desirable. I enjoyed our friendship and those never-ending discussions she and I seemed to make famous and be known for, but there were certain times when I wanted to literally tear into Pamela and ravage her beyond any and all belief. As she giggled and played in front of me upon the beach and the incoming tide, now was one of those times. I gulped my throat and swallowed hard twice in succession as Pamela rose up to her hands and knees. With that vibrant, cheerful smile of hers, she focused upon me and commented, "How could I have ever left the island and went back home to Maryland in the first place?" Pamela giggled and shook her head, adding, "It makes no sense to me now." I took a deep breath as Pamela began to crawl further out into the oncoming waves, her round, succulent backside swaying back-and-forth in an enticing manner. I closed my eyes briefly, trying to suppress my growing appetite for her. "Norway is going to be a lot different than the island, sweetheart. I hope you know that." "Oh, I do," she assured me. "There is no doubt that I love this island, Jeremy, but I love you and Kristanna more." I smiled at those words as Pamela continued, "I would follow you and Kristanna anywhere in the world that you go." "You love Kristanna?" Pamela nodded her head. "I do now. No woman has ever been nicer and done more for me than Kristanna has." She settled down onto her side in the surf, brushing her hair away from her forehead with her right arm. "Besides, Kristanna tells me that the mansion you are having built in Norway has many things that will remind us of the island." "It will," I promised her. "The mansion definitely has a tropical flare and aura to it." "I cannot wait to see it," Pamela surmised. "Who would have ever thought of mixing an island theme together with an organic fruit farm? Too bad I have to wait until next summer before the mansion is complete." Pamela sat up, and with a playful, spirited squeal, she tossed her arms into the air, splashing herself with seawater in the process. "Oh, this SO beats Maryland and the snow." My limits were tested once again as Pamela, her impeccable skin glistening and sparkling underneath the bright rays of sunshine from overhead, reclined back and extended her right leg skyward in another awesome display of pure eroticism. Simply put, I could not take much more of this... Returning to her hands and knees, Pamela crawled closer to me and the shoreline itself, only to come to a stop and dig her long, supple fingers into the wet, messy sand. She scoured both hands and even her arms with the sand, only to have a wave come along and wash herself clean just like that. Pamela dropped down and rolled onto her back, allowing the same process to repeat itself over and over. That smile! I had never seen Pamela quite this jovial and happy before. Usually the quiet and reserved type, it was oftentimes difficult to read Pamela and gauge what her true feelings were. She was very mysterious that way. Now, however, there was no doubt. None whatsoever. I got the sense that Pamela had finally found what she had been searching her entire life for. Pamela had entered into a true, committed relationship, and knew there was a long lifetime of mutual love and devotion that awaited her. Not only had I promised to take care of her for all of eternity, but so did Kristanna and the other ladies as well. "I've never seen you act this way before." "What way?" "So ... alive." Pamela actually blushed and looked away from me for an instant because of it, but then offered a coy smile and mused, "That's because I've never been this happy before." Pamela got onto her hands and knees and began crawling toward me one more time. She actually closed the distance between us and promptly pressed her mouth to mine for a very deep (and unexpected), exploratory kiss. It felt like the whole world just stopped right there as she slid her soft, velvety tongue between my lips for a taste of her own. When it was over, I actually closed my eyes and sighed in total arousal. Once I opened them, however, Pamela's face was just inches from mine. She presented me with another glowing smile and bit her lower lip for emphasis. "What's it going to take for you to make love to me?" was her faint whisper. Like a festering idiot, I just sat there and gawked at her, unable to respond, those words echoing throughout my mind. Pamela giggled at my reaction, then held up her right hand and crooked a single finger at me. She began to back away - toward the ocean - while offering me a sultry, come-hither expression. When she again motioned for me to come to her with that same finger, I finally did. The young woman rose up to her knees to meet me as I quickly approached her. I immediately took Pamela into my arms and embraced her forcefully, my mouth finding hers this time for a needful, passion-filled kiss. Unable to control my desire any longer, I ripped off her bikini top with one hand and squeezed her ass with the other. Pamela responded by digging her own hand into my swimming trunks and finding my cock, only to pump and frig it with ruthless aggression. "Oh my God, Jeremy, I love you so much!" Pamela gasped once our lips parted ways. "After I went back to Maryland, I used to lay in bed at night and fantasize about a moment just like THIS with you." My eyes went wide at those words as she professed, "You and I ... alone on the beach. I ... I would finger myself to sleep ... fantasizing about you." WHOA! Not prepared for that type of admission, I actually did a double-take and stared at Pamela in mock disbelief. I could not believe she had said that to me! Pamela was blushing again, but this time seemed utterly embarrassed at her words. Did she actually intend to admit that to me? "You should have never left me," was all I told her. "I know," Pamela nodded, suppressing a cry. Now feeling much more at ease, I smiled at her. "If it makes you feel any better, honey, I have watched video of you and me together in the library from that one day back in June about a hundred or so times." I laughed as I confessed, "I cannot help but to stroke myself; I always get off at the sight of you and that expression on your face as I do you missionary-style on the floor." "You'll have to show it to me some time," she chirped, kissing me on the cheek. Pamela moaned as she shifted her lips to my chin and kissed it, then my nose, each of my eyes, my forehead and finally my mouth. Soon, both of my hands were on her backside and cupping it firmly. Pamela curled and wrapped both of her legs around my waist, allowing me to hold her hips and suspend her in mid-air as the warm salt water crested and surged all around us. "You'll have to show me just how you fingered yourself to sleep at night fantasizing about me," I murmured, which was easily the boldest thing I had ever said to her. Perhaps it was time to shed and break down the barrier I had in regards to Pamela as well? There were no barriers necessary when it came to how I dealt with and interacted with any of my ladies. "You want me to show you?" Pamela asked, obviously finding it difficult to believe what her ears had just heard. Until recently, words and phrases like that were simply not part of my vocabulary. It was too out-of-place for me. "Yes ... show me," I reiterated. "Right now." "You HAVE changed!" Pamela exclaimed, maneuvering herself out of my arms and getting onto her knees in the ocean once again. "I like it!" she added, slipping her G-string bikini bottom down and off. Now totally nude, Pamela got onto all fours and strutted away from me toward dry land. Once at the edge of the surf, Pamela flipped over and rose to a seated position. Her knees high and feet nestled firmly in the sand, she spread those showgirl legs far and wide, allowing me a full, unobstructed view of her pretty, little pussy. It looked good enough to dive right into and become lost for 20 or 30 years. I nearly blew my load as Pamela then snaked a hand between those moist, succulent thighs, and began to diddle away upon her clitoris for my viewing pleasure with a pair of extended fingers. It was unfortunate and dampened what had been a magical moment, but the thought quickly crossed my mind as to how many times Pamela had done this same, exact thing - masturbate on demand - for a paying customer at the strip club in the past. Hundreds of times? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Did my lewd request, though born out of nothing but love and compassion for her, remind Pamela of her prior job? "What's wrong?" she demanded, obviously seeing the change in my demeanor, her middle and ring finger now buried within the crevice of her pink, puffy folds. "Do you like doing this for me?" Pamela let out an exasperated sigh and put an immediate end to the finger show. "You need to stop it, Jeremy," she scolded me, now crawling closer and then finding my lips for a kiss of assurance. "You've always been this way with me. OF COURSE I like touching myself for you! I like to do anything for you! Why can't you realize that? Why can't you just let yourself go like you do with Devon, Lindsay or Amy, and just TAKE me? I just don't understand you at times!" "I ... I don't want ... you to think of me ... as a customer." "WHY would I think of you as a customer?" she screeched. "No," I returned, wanting to correct myself. "I don't want to remind you of a customer, Pamela, with the things that I say or ask of you. I don't ... I don't want ... you to even ... have a fleeting thought, like that." I shook my head several times in a row, trying to find the right words to say to her. "I want you to forget that life you once had ... forever." "Let me assure you of one thing," Pamela said to me. "The term CUSTOMER has never popped into my mind when I have ever looked at you, Jeremy, or even thought of you." She shook her head as well. "I love you! I want to be wild and crazy with you ... I want to have fun and not worry about anything. I want to feel that way with Krissy and the other girls, too, and I trust that down the line - eventually - I will." Pamela kissed me flush on the lips and commented, "You were the same way around me earlier in the year when we were together, Jeremy. Afraid to touch me! Well ... you need to know that when I am around you and Krissy, and the other girls - but especially YOU - I do not feel like a stripper any longer. I do not remember that time in my life when I am with you. I feel MANY things when I am with you, but one feeling seems to supersede and override them all. Do you know what that is, Jeremy? Do you know what I feel the most whenever I am with you?" "What?" I wondered, gulping my throat. "Cherished." "Pamela..." I sighed, touched by her sentiments. The 30-year-old again peppered various portions of my face and forehead with a series of kisses. "I love you, Jeremy! You need to ... you need to stop worrying about what I think or don't think. You need to let loose, and have some fun!" Pamela paused for a moment, then tilted her head and looked at me with an inquisitive expression. "Do you remember that one day when I gave you a lap dance in your bedroom?" Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 08 "I do," was my answer. "I got two lap dances from you, actually - one each on two separate occasions." "Yeah," she nodded, now recalling that as well. "After the second one, you told me that you did not want me to dance for you ever again because you were afraid that giving you a lap dance reminded me of work - and I had JUST told you how much I truly despised being a stripper." "I remember." "Work never crossed my mind during either of those lap dances that I gave to you," she informed me. "Even though the idea turned you off because you felt it reminded me of work, you were hard as a rock regardless. I had never felt your cock so hard, so I KNOW you had a physical reaction to it. But guess what? I was excited, too. I was excited due to the simple fact that you were excited, and my dancing was giving you pleasure. That was all that mattered to me. I wanted to give the man that I love pleasure." "Never once did I say to myself, oh, this is what I do for a living. Oh, Jeremy has a hard cock now, so he must look at me in no better light than all the other guys at the strip club. No, I was excited and happy. I WANTED to dance for you and get you EVEN harder." It proved to be difficult for me to come up with a suitable response for her. "I ... I've just always wanted you to know that I care about you, Pamela, and I think you are special. I have always wanted to ... respect you ... because I think you ... you are so much better than the prototypical stripper." "I already know you feel that way!" she insisted, kissing me yet again. "Trust me, I am well aware of it. You don't want me to have any doubts as to your sincerity. I understand that. I appreciate it. And no matter what you say or do, Jeremy, I will never forget it. I'll never doubt it." I gulped my throat once more. "I don't like looking at you, Pamela, in that sort of light - you know, as a stripper." "Then don't!" Pamela roared, now becoming even more exasperated. "My God, Jeremy! Whatever I do for you, or offer to do for you, it is because I LOVE you ... not because I am being paid to do it. Anything sexual I have ever done with you has not reminded me of work in the absolute slightest." Suddenly feeling timid and little, I lowered my head and sulked, "I'm different, Pamela, and I know it's frustrating." "You're you," she offered, using a single finger to lift my chin and bring my eyes in line with hers. "That's why I love you. Listen, Jeremy. I appreciate the fact that you want me to get away and distance myself from my years as a stripper. I really do. But look around you." Pamela motioned toward the bright, sunny sky, as well as the sparkling beach and the tide around us. She grasped my right hand with hers and brought it to her heart. "I cannot get any further away from that life than I am right now, right here - with you. I am so far away from it that I'm actually forgetting it. If I do something sexual with you, or ... PROVOCATIVE, maybe even something really naughty, those memories of what I used to do for a living are not going to come rushing back to me." "Why is it you can put Amy over your knee so easily, and spank her until she cries?" Pamela wondered. "Why can you have Lindsay dress up as a schoolgirl and cheerleader, and just tear her to shreds without a single thought? Yet when you are with me, you've always been scared to do anything. Why is that? I know you're physically attracted to me. I've known that from the outset. I see the way you look at me, Jeremy. You are always devouring me with your eyes." "I have just always wanted to respect you," was my honest answer. "I just ... I knew how much you hated your job. You only did it for the money. It was so degrading for you ... so humiliating, to subject yourself to that for all those years. I just never wanted to say or do something that ... that would remind you ... of that aspect of your life." "Are you saying that you do not respect Lindsay or Amy?" "Not at all." "No way I thought you didn't," she nodded. "It's just ... my relationship with Lindsay and Amy is different. I look at all of you girls differently; I treat all of you differently. I respect the hell out of Lindsay and Amy. I would not be with them if I didn't. But my relationship with them - how it was built and then evolved - is vastly different than what I have with you. They all end up at the same point - I love all three of you more than life itself - but each individual path to get there is different." "What do you mean?" I shrugged my shoulders. "It has always been easy for me to be sexually free and active with Lindsay and Amy. I don't know, Pamela ... I just don't. There are some things that I am very comfortable doing with Lindsay, for example, that I would never ask or insinuate from say ... Devon. And vice versa. As I said, I treat all of you girls differently, but the end result remains the same regardless." "I went through this same, exact thing with Trish several months ago, Pamela. I had my reservations about becoming sexually intimate with Trish because I had the underlying fear that if something went wrong in taking things to the next level, it would possibly ruin the friendship I had with her. That friendship I have with Trish is still more important to me than anything else the two of us have with each other. It exceeds everything." "I remember that you and Trish started talking and really confiding in each other before I originally left," Pamela commented. "I knew that you and her were good friends. But you were able to get past that fear, yes? From what Trish tells me, you and her have a strong sexual relationship now." "We do," I responded. "We worked through it, I guess." Pamela smiled. "Then you and I need to do the same. I will have sex with you EVERY SINGLE DAY, Jeremy, until you have no more reservations or concerns about anything that has to do with me and you." "Every ... single day?" I asked, my eyes wide. Pamela nodded. "And even after you are comfortable and at ease, Jeremy, I will STILL have sex with you EVERY SINGLE DAY just for the simple reason that I won't be able to keep my hands off of you. I'm going to wear you out!" Just then, my tablet buzzed. I glanced back at the device, which was wrapped up in a beach towel and safely away from any harm of being splashed by the incoming tide. Pamela nodded her head at me again, then the two of us ventured the 30 feet onto dry land and noticed that there was a text message from Kristanna. "You really need to quit being such a gentleman and fuck Pamela now," were my newlywed bride's words for me. A new message came in just as I finished reading the first one. This time, it was from Lindsay's personal cellular number. "u better respect me, u old man! lol" Pamela snickered. "Looks like we have an audience, huh? They must be watching us in the voyeur room." "All of us are in the voyeur room," came a text from Devon mere seconds later. "We're dying to see Jeremy fuck you!" Amy chimed in. Pamela was laughing hysterically. "Why am I not offended one bit that we're secretly being watched by a band of sex-starved nymphomaniacs?" Pamela looked up into the air and playfully roared, "You bunch of perverts!" It took a few seconds, but a new message came rolling in. "Perverts? We're not the ones naked on the beach fingering our pussies! You're the pervert! LOL" "You got me there, Kristanna," Pamela conceded, still laughing up a storm. "Pammy the pervert!" Lindsay offered. "You need to tear into Jeremy and really go at him," Trish texted. "Trust me, it will loosen him up really quick." "That's the best idea yet," Pamela surmised, placing both hands upon my shoulders and recklessly shoving them. When I landed flat on my back, the hot, dry sand literally seared my skin as Pamela ripped my swimming trunks off in one quick, easy motion. My cock, still fully erect from before, sprung out like a flagpole and Pamela immediately grasped its base with her right hand. She offered the underside of my cock a long, sweeping lick with her tongue, then took its bulging tip between her lips and began to work her magic. I tossed my head back and growled in utter lust as Pamela applied a moderate amount of suction upon my cock with her mouth. Still gripping its base, with her pinky finger now kneading my testicles for good measure, Pamela kept her eyes trained upon my face as her head bobbed up-and-down at a slow, languid pace. I reached out and brushed away a long clump of her wet, messy hair, fully exposing her face so I could admire it as she offered me the royal treatment. When Pamela withdrew my shaft from the wondrous clutches of her mouth, she again serenaded its underside with slow, loving swipes of her tongue. "You're going to have to learn how to respect me from now on, Jeremy, with your cum all over my face," she proclaimed, swallowing my cock yet again. Her right hand began to pump and frig harder than before, which did nothing but send erotic bolts of electricity coursing all throughout me. The 30-year-old moved her lips away one more time, and now stroked the full length of my shaft with her little, manicured hand. It nearly became a blur for several seconds Pamela was doing it so fast, but she released my cock from her hand only then to fully engulf into her hungry mouth. Teetering on the brink of sexual madness, I grasped Pamela's left hand - which had been buried in the sand - with my right and squeezed lovingly as I glanced at her and really took in the beautiful, amazing sight. Gloriously nude and on her knees between my outstretched legs, Pamela's backside was perched toward the sky and her luscious, massive breasts bounced and flopped about as she sucked my cock with wild abandon. This time, Pamela was the one who brushed a heavy clump of her pristine, silky-smooth hair away from her face with a forearm. Unable to take any more of this sweet, divine torture, my body tensed and I growled out like a madman as I lost control of my faculties. When my cock erupted, Pamela quickly pulled it from her mouth and let the gooey blasts of sperm land and splatter all across her face. Her brown eyes flashing with absolute desire, Pamela stroked my shaft for all it was worth until every last ounce of semen had been extracted from it. Once the intense satisfaction of orgasm had come and gone, I reclined my head back with the sand beneath us and sighed contently. That mouth of hers could bring world peace! "Now wasn't that FUN?" Pamela squealed, full of happiness, her voice causing me to look up at her. Her face covered in sperm, Pamela began to wipe it with two extended fingers and licked each of them dry in repeated succession. I heard the familiar buzzing sound of my tablet, which meant I had received a new text. It was quickly followed by another buzz, then a third. I glanced toward the device, but found Pamela already on her hands and knees above it, apparently reading the new stream of messages. "What is it?" Pamela giggled. "Just the others being silly is all. They are obviously having a blast spying on us." I watched with adoring eyes as Pamela then stood up and stretched her arms and legs, her magnificent, nude body on full display, before returning to the water and momentarily submerging herself underneath an incoming wave. "Hey mister," Pamela called out once she resurfaced, now drenched and refreshed from head to toe, crooking a finger and motioning for me to join her in the water again, "I'm not done with you yet. Get over here! You've got work to do!" Once I was able to make it to my feet and move toward Pamela, she turned her back to me and met me in a knee-deep current. I slipped both arms around her torso from behind, my hands quickly gravitating toward her bare breasts and groping them thoroughly. Pamela began to grind her ass upon my pelvis - obviously wanting me to become hard again - as she turned her face to the side and found my mouth with her own for a hot, scorching kiss. I slipped one hand downward, between her thighs, and began to massage her tender pussy as my opposite hand continued to maul her breasts. Pamela reached back and grasped my cock, only to again start to stroke and pump away, as her tongue danced and dueled with mine under the blazing sun. "Maybe tomorrow or the next day," Pamela giggled, "you and I can have sex like this in the snow in Ohio." She snickered some more and cooed, "Wouldn't that be something?" "Sounds like an ideal place, sweetheart." "Yeah, an ideal place to become sick and catch pneumonia!" "Perhaps we will stick to a nice, warm bed, then." "Or the kitchen counter," she swooned, which caused me to moan out in response. "Or you bending me over the dining room table and doing me from behind like I'm a bad girl - like Amy. As long as it's indoors, I won't complain" "What do you want Santa Claus to bring you for Christmas?" was my next question. "I need to know." Pamela turned to face me in the surf, her arms encircling my shoulders. That radiant smile of hers returned as she kissed me, saying, "I already have what I want for Christmas." The young woman kissed me five more times in quick, rapid-fire succession. "All I want is to be with you and the girls." "I love you, Pamela," I simply told her, still amazed that she was not only back in my life, but also because of her new-found acceptance of the other ladies and our way of doing things. "I'm so happy that we can finally be together." "So am I," she whispered, kissing me again. "And I love you too, Jeremy. You'll never know how much." I latched onto Pamela's ass with my left hand and used my opposite to lift and raise one of her legs. I kept bringing it higher and higher - past her waistline and eventually to a near 75 degree angle pointing toward the Heavens above. Pamela yelped, nearly losing her balance in the process, as she stood on one leg in the water in such an awkward pose. I dropped down to one knee before her, then moved my eager lips and tongue toward her wet, smoldering pussy. Pamela propped the upper portion of her thigh across my face and held onto my shoulder to steady herself with one hand, the other helping hold her left leg skyward, as I began to furiously swipe and lap away at her exposed folds. It did not matter to me that this image of us in such a unique position seemed to be right out of a pornographic movie. All that mattered right now was my curious, flicking tongue, and how much pleasure it could deliver to Pamela. She was already panting and writhing about in total desire above me. Listening to her soft squeals and gentle moans as I worked over her swollen, puffy lips - not to mention her tasty clitoris - was absolute music to my ears. "Fuck me, Jeremy," Pamela suddenly begged, freeing her left leg from my grasp and then slowly bringing it back down to its natural position. "Please fuck me. Do it now." Unable to ignore such a request, I spun Pamela around so she was facing away from me here in the water. When she bent over and jutted her shapely, picture-perfect ass upon my pelvis, I latched onto either side of her abdomen with my hands and jammed my cock hard and fast into her pussy. "Oh my God!" Pamela growled when I began to forcefully thrust myself in-and-out of her. Pamela reached back with both hands to spread her ass-cheeks apart, obviously wanting me to achieve maximum penetration. We soon caught a mutual rhythm, our bodies bouncing and slapping together violently, as I hammered away at her with every last fiber of my being. I certainly hoped that the show Pamela and I were putting on for the others - namely Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - was entertaining enough for them as they spied on us from the comfort of the voyeur room back at the estate. I blasted away at Pamela with all that I had, wanting to jam my cock so far and deep into her pussy that it would literally pop right out her mouth. Watching her toned, voluptuous body as she bucked and churned in response to what I was doing to her was pure visual stimuli to me. But at such a frenetic pace, this moment could not last. Pamela and I rumbled and vibrated together in erotic unison as we experienced simultaneous orgasms. It felt like an explosion took place within my lower stomach, only to then quickly spread to my extremities, and all points inbetween. In my mind's eye, guns blazed and fireworks went off overhead as I went through the unequaled joy of release. A truly good, tingly sensation then washed over me all at once, and I felt weak yet hyper at the same time, as my cock finished injecting its thick and heavy helping of life-giving sperm into Pamela's womb - the same type of life-giving sperm which had recently gotten Kristanna pregnant... "Oh my God, that felt SOOOOO good!" Pamela exclaimed as she and I sat down together in the aftermath, the seawater now cresting about chest-high all around us. My mind in a daze from the lingering effects of that monumental orgasm, I still sought Pamela's mouth and kissed her regardless. She and I hugged and clutched each other in the swirling current, reveling in the closeness of our pressed bodies and the undying love we shared. "You and I are going to be having sex together A LOT from this point forward," I informed Pamela, which of course made her suddenly squeak and beam with extreme happiness. "Oh, so you're finally going to allow yourself to be wild and carefree around me?" Pamela asked, a definite hint of zest and playfulness in her voice. "Yes, I am." "Are you going to let me dance for you?" I needed to break through whatever barriers and obstacles I had left which pertained to Pamela and my relationship with her. If she truly wanted to give me a lap dance, I was not going to stop or detour her from doing so again. Besides, I do admit that the two she had given to me in the past brought forth an extreme physical reaction from my body. Perhaps it was time my good-natured mind joined in on the fun, too. "I'll even tip you a dollar if you want me to," I joked, answering her question. "Oh, I'd prefer you tip me with kisses," Pamela mused, planting a series of them all across my face and neck. "What do you think the other girls are up to?" Pamela giggled. "Probably having a wild orgy back at the house right now. I bet they just couldn't take watching us and not being part of the fun themselves." "A wild orgy, huh?" I groaned, my senses shifting into overdrive at the mere thought. "Do you think we should join them?" I felt surprised by that question. It seemed out of character for Pamela, but perhaps she was breaking down a few walls of her own. After all, this transition of getting Pamela acclimated to our lifestyle was a work in progress. "Would you LIKE to join them for a wild, all-out orgy?" Pamela giggled and bit her lower lip, then offered me a sincere smile. "Yes, I would." I chuckled and tilted my head at her. "Let's go, then." ***End of Chapter 8*** PLEASE NOTE: This story will end after chapter 10! Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 09 Chapter 9: "Reflections" ***** ** Wednesday, December 25, 2013 ** ** Sandvika, Norway ** While it may have been Christmas Day and everyone was in a happy, festive mood following a holiday dinner of lutefisk and lefse, along with apple pie for dessert, I simply felt like lying down on the sofa and taking it easy. I could not allow myself to go to sleep just yet, however. Per Kristanna's family tradition, Christmas presents were not to be exchanged until after dinner had concluded. Yes, Kristof and Rande (Kristanna's parents, who were also our gracious hosts for this party) did things a little differently. This would be the first year ever in my life that I did not get to open a single gift on Christmas morning. But, I was not complaining. After finding the sofa in the den and settling into its comfortable cushions, I glanced at the gathering in the adjacent dining room and realized that discussion was not going to be over for quite a long time. Kristof and Rande, along with Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Trish and Amy, had been chatting up a storm for the better part of three hours. Dinner had been over for 20 minutes! Eventually, I figured that at least one of them would remember that there was a Christmas tree with loads of presents underneath it. Until that time, I was just going to stay on the sofa and relax. Do not get me wrong; I was interested in the conversation and wanted to be a part of it. After all, my wife and her parents were there, as well as four of my five live-in girlfriends and (possible) future wives. But after traveling 4,300 miles via airplane from Toronto, Canada to the capital city of Norway (Oslo (with a connection in Copenhagen, Denmark)) over an 11 hour period, I had a bad case of jet lag. This was nothing new, unfortunately, as the last time our little entourage traveled overseas to Norway I suffered from many of the same symptoms I was experiencing right now. My head was pounding, I had trouble concentrating, and I felt dizzy and completely out of sorts. The only cure for me would be the simple passage of time. Changing six time zones (and losing six hours in the process by traveling eastward) can be a sudden and jarring shock to one's body and mental psyche. It would probably take me two or three days until I was back to my normal, ordinary self. It was regrettable, indeed, that I was feeling so down and out on one of my absolute favorite days of the year, Christmas. Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Trish and Amy were lucky; none of them were suffering from jet lag. Even at the tender age of 24, Kristanna was an old pro when it came to transoceanic flights. After all, she had made a grand total of 45 trips from Norway to Peru (and back again) over the past five years in order to visit me and the tropical island I once lived on off the coast of Lima. That was nearly 7,000 miles one-way. Kristanna probably laughed at the idea of a little 4,300 mile airline trip from Toronto to Copenhagen, and then Oslo. It was extremely surprising to me that many of the others were not in the same shape I was. Again, though, I was not complaining. How could I? I would not want any of my ladies to feel as bad as I did right now. I was a big boy, and I could handle it. All I needed was a couple of days. A smile came to my face as I relaxed upon the sofa, my ears trained to the discussion taking place in the nearby dining room. It was the kind of conversation that one would hear at a typical family reunion. Rande was in the middle of telling funny stories about Kristanna from when she was younger. Although I was not fit to take part in the talk myself and be in all those jovial laughs, their words and the tales being spun were quite therapeutic to me. "You okay in there, Jeremy?" Kristanna called out, as all heads turned in the dining room, their eyes suddenly focusing upon me across the way in the adjacent den. "You want me to get you something? Anything?" "I'm fine, Krissy," I responded. I had already lost count of many times she had checked on me and my condition today. "Why don't you go downstairs and go to bed?" "Jeremy will miss the gift exchange if he goes to bed," Amy told Pamela. "If you need anything," Kristanna announced, "just let us know, baby. You know we don't like you feeling bad." "I'll let you know," I promised her. Ever since our group made its initial arrival here back in July, Kristof and Rande had been incredibly accepting and accommodating toward all of us. In the past, Kristanna would always rave about how cool and awesome her parents were, but I never once imagined they were anything quite like this. Kristof and Rande had absolutely no issues with our group relationship and its dynamics. Once we got back in yesterday afternoon from our airline travels, Kristanna's parents literally rolled out the red carpet for the newcomer to our circle (Pamela) and welcomed her into their home with open arms. Very simply, they trusted Kristanna and her judgment. Kristof and Rande did not care how many people were part of their daughter's romantic life as long as she was happy. Since July, Kristof and Rande had basically given our group the lower floor of their home. I may very well be a rich and wealthy man - worth two billion dollars in American currency - but I had no issues staying in the basement of the home that belonged to my wife's parents. Being around her folks appealed to Kristanna, and that was all that truly mattered to me. Besides, it was more of a luxurious living room - a huge one at that - than it was a basement. Following the wedding in August, I got with Kristanna's father and told him of our plans to one day take over the farm - if he agreed - so it could stay in the family for generations to come. Not only was he fine with that, but Kristof offered us a huge mass of land on the opposite end of the 300-acre farm so we could build our very own home there. With three separate work crews and round-the-clock labor, our mansion was due to be completed by August 2014. It was going to put the estate back on the island to shame. Kristof had taken me under his wing, so to speak, in recent months to demonstrate the ins and outs of running a successful and profitable farm. I was used to executive meetings and making multi-million dollar decisions in board rooms, so the idea of owning and operating a farm was completely foreign to me. With the possibility of up to six wives (and God only knows how many children), I had little to no plans of actually doing much labor myself on the farm. The ladies and any children I had with them in the future were my sole priority. I could hire plenty of help for the farm, though, and oversee it more from a management capacity. I respected Kristof like no other. At age 71, he still worked upwards of 16 hours per day on the farm. He was getting tired, though, and was starting to look more and more toward the idea of finally retiring and enjoying the latter part of his years with his wife, Rande (who was 61 herself). I was under the impression that within a year, the farm would be under my control. With the financial resources I had, I was not afraid of failure or overcoming bumps in the road when it came to operating the farm. No matter what - even if it lost tons of money - the farm would always be here. I was not going to run out of resources. This was vitally important to Kristanna, who had grown up on the property and could now look forward to spending the rest of her life here as well. I was pretty shrewd when it came to business, though, and I was going to treat the farm exactly like one. In all honesty, failure was not an option for me. It never had been. I would have enough hired hands, and maybe even a manager or two to watch and train them (not to mention Kristof's advice and years of expertise) that I was not worried one bit about the future stability of the farm. As I continued to relax upon the sofa, with all the friendly chit-chat going on no more than 30 feet from me, I thought back to the previous two weeks and what a dizzying whirlwind of family get-togethers and parties they had been. My head was still literally spinning from everything! Leaving the island behind on December 13, 2013 (and not sure when we would return to it), the ladies and I arrived at the Greater Cincinnati International Airport in Covington, Kentucky at 8:25pm that evening. It had been such a long and stressful flight from Lima (by way of Dallas) that by the time we got to the downtown hotel (The Westin), mostly everyone (myself included) simply wanted to go to sleep. The next morning, however, the ladies were refreshed and ready to go. These next two days were allotted toward Lindsay and her family. She and I hopped into the rental car and made the drive to her family home 20 miles northward. Masquerading as a monogamous, engaged couple the same way we did during our previous visit to her mother and trio of sisters earlier in the year, Lindsay and I were given the royal treatment. Saturday was one big family party, with music, fun, games and gift giving. I had done an awful lot for this family in regards to helping them out of the financial crisis they found themselves in following the death of Lindsay's father last year, and my deeds certainly did not go un-noticed by them. Lindsay's family had trouble coming up with ideas on what to get for me in terms of gifts, but my favorite turned to be a simple video of each of them thanking me individually and sharing stories about how they put the money I gave them to good use. The video ended with images of Lindsay (filmed in July, I suppose) gushing about not only how much she loved me, but how she was was looking forward to spending the rest of her life with me as well. It was quite touching, indeed. I spent the night in their home and slept on the sofa (which was even more uncomfortable than I remembered). I went to church with Lindsay and her family on Sunday morning (her father was once a minister, so church was huge to them) and then treated them to lunch at their favorite restaurant. With four more full days in Cincinnati before our little band ventured off to Toronto, Lindsay suddenly got the idea that she wanted to spend the rest of her visit here with her family at their home. I reminded Lindsay that in order to keep up the facade of our monogamous relationship - and ultimately hide the fact that there were actually six people in her life instead of just one, we had to stick to the original plan. Two days had been slotted for her family, then it was back to the hotel for Lindsay while Kristanna and I then went off to visit my own family. Although I understood Lindsay's frustration - she missed her family terribly and wondered why she had to avoid them at all costs for four entire days when they were just 20 miles away - I explained to her that I would not be there with her after today. I had my own family to tend to, as well as Amy's parents (who also lived in the area) later in the week. Without me in sight for upwards of four days - especially so close to Christmas - Lindsay's mother and sisters may become suspicious, I told her, and start asking questions. I did not believe that Lindsay was ready to divulge the true nature of our relationship to them just yet. Plus, we had already told them that we were in town for just two days. Lindsay was whiny and even get a little loud with me during our trip back to her family's home from lunch (I had never heard the little princess scream before), but I was able to calm her down and get her to listen to reason. She reluctantly agreed to return to the hotel with me tonight. The afternoon was all happy and smiles, though, as I got to sift through a series of family albums and watch a wide variety of videos of Lindsay from when she was growing up. I especially enjoyed any footage that included her father, because I knew how much she loved and missed him. But once we said our final good-byes and left, and began driving back to the hotel, Lindsay was pouty and moody again. She did not speak much to me on the way, and immediately went off into one of the little side rooms in our sprawling hotel suite (with Trish in tow) and basically barricaded herself in there for the remainder of the night. I had to explain to the others exactly why she was so upset. Monday the 16th was a brand new day, of course, and would present me with the opportunity to reunite with my own family for a holiday gathering. I got into the rental car with Kristanna, and she and I made it to my sister's house by 1:00pm. Three hours later, the party was rocking and rolling with a good 25 people in attendance. My sister (Di) and oldest brother (Dan), as well as my mother, were full of congratulations for Kristanna and yours truly since she was six weeks pregnant. My sister, who was a mother of three herself, had many words and gave helpful advice to Kristanna in terms of what to expect over the next seven or eight months. The party with my family was basically a repeat of what I experienced Saturday night with Lindsay and her folks. The food was plentiful and Christmas gifts were exchanged, and everyone had an uproariously good time. Not surprisingly, Kristanna and her outgoing, gregarious nature again turned out to be the focal point of the evening. She was such a friendly and vibrant person; conversation and hooking others in was so incredibly easy for her. We had plans of returning to the hotel that evening, but Kristanna actually said she wasn't feeling all that well with an upset stomach, so my sister convinced us to stay the night in the guest bedroom. We agreed, so I fired off a quick text message to Lindsay so she could let all the other ladies know that we would not be back tonight. Within two minutes, I got a rather surprising response from Lindsay on my tablet. "im not at the hotel anymore but ill let everyone know. trish & i went to see my family. im going to tell them the truth about us. love u & see u thursday, xoxoxobj" Of course, that message sent me into a panicked fit. Lindsay took Trish to visit her family and was going to tell them the truth about our relationship? Not only that, but Lindsay implied that she and Trish would not be back at the hotel until Thursday? Lindsay was going to confess to her mother and sisters that she was bi-sexual, and Trish - as well as all the other ladies - were her lovers? And she had plans of Trish spending the next three nights there, too? Surely, they would not a get a hotel room of their own. "You know how much Lindsay wants to see her family," Kristanna explained to me. "Lindsay is willing to come clean and fess up about our relationship if it means she can spend an extra four days with them." Kristanna paused and added, "Besides, you know how much Trish has been pressuring Lindsay in recent weeks, Jeremy - trying to convince her to tell her family the truth. Trish keeps telling Lindsay how much it would mean to her if she actually got to meet her family." I was naturally worried, though, about the reaction Lindsay got alongside Trish. Would Lindsay's family - as highly religious as they were - disown her on the spot? I began dialing her cellular number immediately. "It's fine, Jeremy," Lindsay insisted to me. "Everyone was confused at first and had lots of questions, but all is fine now. My family is very compassionate and understanding. They are talking with Trish right now as we speak." "Did you tell them about the other girls?" "No, I'm not at that point yet," Lindsay answered. "I told them that you are my fiance - which in all honesty you are, even if its not official yet - but that Trish is part of our relationship too, and we both love her very much. Trying to explain an additional four girls would be a bit too overwhelming at this point, quite honestly." "I just wanted to see my family," Lindsay told me later in the discussion. "I could not stand the idea of being so close to them for four days and not being able to visit them because of our secret. So I fessed up about it." "I'm proud of you," were my words for her. "I told them you wouldn't be here for the next couple of days because you have a meeting to attend in Chicago," Lindsay informed me. "They are not one bit suspicious." "Lindsay was so scared beforehand," Trish said to me once she got onto the telephone, "but her family turned out to be very supportive of her decisions. It was a bit rocky at the start, but Lindsay explained to them just how happy her life is, and they all sort of warmed up to the idea. It doesn't hurt that they have such a high opinion of you, Jeremy, because of the many ways you have helped them in the past. Trust me, her family is fine with us." "This is the best birthday or Christmas gift I could possibly get," Trish beamed. "I got to meet Lindsay's family and be introduced to them as her girlfriend!" I had trouble sleeping that night. Not only was the bed uncomfortable in the guest room of my sister's house, but I was all riled up, naturally, about Lindsay and what she had done. I honestly did not know whether I was excited or worried. I felt something, but I wasn't sure exactly what it was. I figured that I would feel this way until Thursday, when I received full details of Trish and Lindsay's visit. I just did not want there to be any tension or drama. Tuesday morning, I went out to breakfast with my sister and her husband, as well as my mother and Kristanna. Past noon, Kristanna and I returned to the hotel in downtown Cincinnati and decided to spend a couple of hours with Devon, Pamela and Amy. Although all of them had access to a rental car of their own (Amy would have been an excellent guide since she knew the area well), these three ladies had mostly opted to stay couped-up in the hotel room since our arrival on Thursday evening. I had not seen much of Devon, Pamela or Amy over the past few days; they were quick to point out their loneliness and, as a result, I was literally tossed onto the bed and the three of them grouped up on me. When Kristanna joined the fray and made it a four-on-one coupling, I suddenly found myself as the recipient of a wicked and memorable gang-bang. Since Pamela was not on birth control pills and I flat-out refused to wear a condom, I made it a top priority to pump as much sperm into her pussy as humanly possible. I wanted to get Pamela pregnant, and really cement our relationship. Just after 5:00pm, Pamela and I were at the airport in Covington to meet up with her sister, Candice, who was flying in from Baltimore for a holiday visit of her own. With Kristanna along as well, we took Candice out to dinner at an expensive restaurant and I was privileged to another round of gift exchanges and funny stories. Candice was over-joyed that Pamela had chosen to devote her life to us and our relationship. She was not bi-sexual herself but, like a good and caring sister, Candice supported Pamela and her decisions, and had no qualms with anything. Candice fully realized that this was Pamela's best chance at finally finding total happiness and peace in her life. "Sittin' here with my two best friends, Pammy and Candy!" Kristanna suddenly blurted out at the restaurant, being her usual zany and comical self. Pamela and Candice, though, did not seem to appreciate those variations of their names. Pamela hated being called Pammy. She even disliked Pam. Nothing but Pamela was acceptable to her. Still, I found great humor in it. I was lost in my recollections of the holiday tour that began in Ohio, but was jarred back to the present time - Christmas Day itself, and relaxing on the sofa in the den with Kristanna's parents leading the discussion in the next room - when Lindsay literally appeared out of nowhere and made her way over to me. With a highly distressed expression upon her angelic face and a massive, throbbing headache to boot, Lindsay did not say a word as she laid down on top of me. She nestled the side of her face upon my chest and let out a shrill sigh and a little whimper. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 09 "How you feeling, honey?" I whispered, rubbing my hand over and across her slender shoulders and back, while stroking the very crown of her head (and the red Santa hat that adorned it) with my opposite hand. "Any better, I hope?" "Not really," she complained. Much like me, Lindsay was suffering from jet lag. She was the only other one who seemed to be having any symptoms. Unfortunately, Lindsay was much worse off than I was. I wrapped a second arm around her lithe, little body, and squeezed gingerly. "Go to sleep, honey. I'll wake you up when it's time to exchange gifts." "I never felt this bad after any of our other trips!" Lindsay whined. "Why does it have to be now? Why do I have to have a headache like this on Christmas Day?" "I don't know," I gently said, again kissing her. "Shhhhh, baby. Just close your eyes and rest." "Okay," she relented. As I continued to hold and soothe the precious, darling Lindsay within my arms, my mind drifted back to Ohio and our trip. The morning after the dinner celebration, Candice flew right back home to Baltimore. She did not get to stay and visit long, but I was happy for the fact that Pamela got to see her favorite family member and share a couple of hours with Candice before we ultimately ventured home to Norway. After returning to The Westin from the airport, I dropped Pamela off and picked Amy up. Now it was time to pay a holiday visit to Amy's mother and father. Much like the last time we were in Ohio and I originally met them, Amy's parents were not very talkative or outgoing with me. Over the course of a long afternoon and an early dinner, which included my offering of gift certificates to their favorite clothing retailer in the area, the vibe I got from Robert and Kathleen - Amy's parents - was not positive at all. In fact, I simply came to the conclusion that they did not like me. But what had I done wrong? And just like what happened in July, Amy was horribly upset at her parents once we left that evening for the lack of interest they not only showed in me, but her as well. Amy went on a tirade in the car, claiming that her parents had always been mean and distant from her, and never gave her the proper amount of love and guidance while growing up. Amy blamed the upbringing she had for many of the problems she faced in later years as an adult; mainly her lack of social skills and her hair-trigger personality which, before she started taking medication to help control it, could wildly crest up or downward in the blink of an eye. Quite vocal and animated with her distaste for her mother and father, I knew that I had to do something to settle and help calm Amy. Both of the psychiatrists she had seen (first Dr. Humala in Peru, and now Dr. Johansson in Norway) agreed that being bent out of shape and angry was not good for Amy, and something that she needed to avoid at all costs. "HOW CAN THEY TREAT YOU LIKE THAT?" Amy roared at me in the driveway of her parents' home. "They have no right! They don't even care that for the time EVER in my life, I am happy! Their daughter is happy! It does not matter to them!" "I wanted to do this in front of your parents, but quickly figured it may not be the best idea," I said to Amy, reaching into my coat pocket and pulling out a small box. I popped its lid and presented her with an engagement ring made of flawless white diamonds that were cut to resemble a bouquet of flowers. Needless to say, Amy's anger quickly faded away. "I fell in love with you the very first time that I met you," I said to Amy, trying to recall the rest of my speech which I had spent weeks rehearsing. I could not dare flub any of the lines! "You help complete me in every single way. I want to share my life with you; I promise to take care of you and always put your happiness and well-being ahead of my own. Amy Kathleen [Last Name], you deserve the very best - someone who will back you up without limits, let you grow without borders, and love you without end. Will you let me be the one? Amy, will you marry me?" My sudden proposal, which I made no mention of to the other ladies, save for a very minor hint to Kristanna and Pamela during the boat ride back to the island following their medical visits in Lima last week, had Amy in shambles. She was crying absolute tears of joy! Best of all, all of that anger she displayed toward her parents was now gone. "You know I'll marry you!" Amy exclaimed, tossing her arms around me inside the car. Still parked in her parents' driveway, I wondered if they were curious as to what we were up to. We did not leave the property for 30 minutes; Amy and I just sat in the vehicle - hugging, kissing and talking. Then again, I really did not care what her parents thought at this point. Wednesday, December 18 also happened to be Trish's 31st birthday, but we did not get to spend any time with her because she was staying with Lindsay and her family until tomorrow afternoon. It was fine, though, because the original plan was not to celebrate Trish's birthday until her own family get-together that was planned for this coming Saturday in Canada. We had two parties planned - one birthday and the other Christmas - for the very same day. On the way back to the hotel, Amy simply could not wait; she just had to call Kristanna and tell her that I actually proposed to her. Kristanna put us on speaker-phone so Devon and Pamela could give us their well wishes and words of congratulations as well. Afterward, Amy called Lindsay, and many of the same sentiments were echoed from her and Trish. All of the ladies seemed genuinely giddy and happy that there would soon be another wedding for them to partake in. Kristanna, Devon and Pamela all agreed that for tonight, Amy and I should have a bed of our own. The three of them promptly checked into one of the side rooms of the luxury suite and retired there for the evening, allowing Amy and I to have the big master bed all to ourselves. My new fiancee and I tore into each other sexually; Amy got me so hyped up that by the end of the night, I must have lashed that round, picture-perfect ass of hers with my belt at least 100 times. Amy, of course, wished it had been 1,000... Thursday had originally been slotted for Amy and her parents. But after yesterday's proceedings, Amy and I agreed that we were not going to try our luck visiting them during this trip again. Still, this day had been set aside for Amy, and I wanted to spend some quality time with her. We traveled back to her hometown - the place where she also grew up - and I informed Amy that I wanted a guided tour. The first stop was none other than the local Hooters restaurant, where Amy had been employed as both a bartender and a waitress prior to coming to the island. She only recognized a few of the employees, but it was a happy reunion nonetheless. I also got to meet Tessa - a waitress there - who Amy claimed was her best friend pre-island. I must also freely admit that the mere thought of Amy attired in skimpy orange shorts and a slightly-too-tight and extra-low-cut white t-shirt was very appealing to me. Some way, some how, I needed to get my hands on a Hooters uniform and then get Amy to model it for me... After lunch, Amy took me to various other places in the quaint, sleepy little town where she had grown up. Not only did I get to see all three of the schools she attended - elementary, middle and high - but Amy also took me past four of the apartment buildings she once lived in as an adult, including her most recent one (which she stopped paying rent for this past August). In fact, Amy told me for the first time that once it became clear that her future was with us - myself, along with Kristanna and the others - she instructed Tessa to go to her apartment and clean it out. "Either keep the stuff for yourself, or throw it away. I don't need any of it anymore." She even wired Tessa $1,000 as compensation for her time. We also drove to the town cemetery; I watched with a heavy heart as she cleaned up and decorated the gravesite of her grandparents, David and Barbara, who lost their lives in an automobile accident when Amy was in the second grade. Amy claimed that if her grandparents did not die on that fateful day, her childhood upbringing would have been better and much more positive. She had nothing but good memories of her grandparents, and insisted that they would have been there for her as she grew up and matured to help fill the void created by her mother and father. "Go to sleep, honey," I said to Lindsay, doing my best to comfort and console her on Christmas afternoon, as she lay atop me here upon the sofa. But there was no response from her except another agitated moan and sigh. The airline flight from Toronto to Copenhagen had nearly knocked Lindsay out, unfortunately, and made her quite loopy. I felt pretty bad too, but was much more concerned for Lindsay than myself. "My head hurts," she finally cried. "Mine does too," I soothed her. "You just have to tough it out for another day or two. Have you been drinking plenty of water and liquid like I said?" "Yeah..." As for Lindsay and the ramifications of her admission to her family (i.e. the truth), it really did not seem to amount to much. Lindsay, along with Trish, returned to the hotel in Cincinnati around 5:00pm on Thursday the 19th, and I could immediately tell that she was in a vibrant, chipper mood. It seemed as if a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Although Lindsay did not reveal to them that she actually had five girlfriends instead of just one, the simple fact that she told her family that she was bi-sexual was a huge, very courageous step forward for her. Indeed, I was very proud of Lindsay for being brave enough to do so. "I don't know why I ever was scared of what their reaction would be," the 19-year-old told us that evening. "My mom and all three of my sisters have always been so good to me. They have always supported me. This was no different. I just wish I told them the truth well before now." With all six of the ladies together and in the same place for the first time since Sunday night, I took them out to dinner and then the movie theater to see the big blockbuster hit out at the time, Anchorman 2: The Legend Continues. The movie had its moments, but I felt the original was better. We were back at the airport on Friday afternoon, boarding a 2:35pm flight for Toronto and bidding farewell to Cincinnati for the foreseeable future. The trip itself was only 94 minutes. Now in Canada, it was Trish's turn to take over and become the leader and guide for our little band of misfits. We had reservations at the Ritz-Carlton Toronto hotel and would be staying in the lavish presidential suite, so that was our first destination. After settling in, everyone took a shower in groups (I was paired with Kristanna and Amy) and then Trish drove all of us to her parents' home located a mere 12 miles from the main downtown area. Much like Kristanna, Trish was very open and forthcoming with her family. She showed no hesitation earlier in the year in explaining to her parents and two sisters her reasoning for entering into what may very well become a full-group marriage somewhere down the road. Tonight, Trish introduced Pamela as the seventh (and final) member of our entourage. We did not stay there for long. After a quick dinner, it was getting late, and some of the ladies (namely Kristanna and Devon) felt like retiring early and getting a good night of rest. That was fine, because the holiday (and late birthday) party was scheduled to take place tomorrow at 12:00pm. After returning to the Ritz-Carlton and its world-class accommodations, everyone awoke refreshed and ready to go on Saturday morning. We went to what would be my fourth Christmas party in a span of seven days. I could have easily grew weary and tired of them - no one had ever mistaken me for a big socializer - but just seeing the happy looks and smiles across the various faces throughout the past week was more than enough motivation for me to continue. I found it difficult to believe, but we wound up staying and visiting Trish's family until well after midnight. It was such an absolute blast to be there with them; Trish's parents reminded me of Kristanna's in more ways than one, and all of the girls seemed to have a wonderful time. This was also a vivid reminder for me of why Kristanna and Trish were always so chipper and happy (both had understanding parents and were raised the right way), while people like Amy, who did not receive that necessary love and support, were generally very moody and depressed. None of that mattered anymore, though. We were going to drown Amy in feelings of love and happiness over the coming weeks, months and years. I was going to see to it personally. "So when are you going to marry my daughter and make her the happiest woman alive?" was a question I heard from Trish's mother, Alice. However, it was not directed at me. She was speaking to Lindsay, who did nothing but get all tight-lipped and blush red with total embarrassment at those words. "You're right," Alice told Trish. "Lindsay looks so adorable when her face gets all red like that." "Lindsay is not one bit timid or shy around us," Kristanna said to Alice, grinning. "She's a feisty little hellcat once you get to know her, actually." "KRISSY!" Lindsay huffed, even more embarrassed now. The following morning, Trish left the hotel before any of us had even woken up. Trish left us a note, though, saying she was paying a visit to her favorite hairstylist. I make mention of this because when she returned to the hotel around noon, the once blonde and bodacious Trish had suddenly been transformed into the brunette and bodacious Trish. That is right - Trish had reverted back to her natural hair color. "We have too many blondes," Trish theorized, pointing at Kristanna, Devon, Pamela and Lindsay, before motioning toward the red-headed Amy and continuing, "and only one non-blonde. I figured a brunette would be nice. This is the first time I haven't been a blonde since high school. I think I'm going to stay a brunette from now on." "You look GORGEOUS!" Lindsay gushed, latching onto Trish's wrists and squeezing them lovingly. The other ladies were all in agreement (as was I) - Trish, with her free-flowing, dark brown hair, was absolutely stunning. The weather was quite cold and frigid, so we all bundled up for a sightseeing trip to Toronto's biggest attraction, CN Tower. Standing over 1,800 feet, CN Tower was not only the symbol of Toronto and a great source of pride for the city and the entire country itself, but it was also the tallest free-standing building in the Western Hemisphere. From the glass bottom elevators to the revolving restaurant, the sky pod to people actually dangling from ropes and harnesses off the edge of the structure, there was no place quite like CN Tower. From the very top of the building, the view of Toronto and its surrounding area, as well as a frozen-over Lake Ontario, was breathtaking. There was only time for one more stop on the sightseeing tour before we had to return to the home of Trish's parents in order to make the 6:00pm dinner. Kristanna insisted we visit the Royal Ontario Museum (she was a big museum buff), which was home to millions of artifacts and 40 galleries that featured world culture and natural history. The Royal Ontario Museum ranked as the fifth largest museum in all of North America. We spent the majority of our stay in the dinosaur exhibit, but did not leave before giving the wing of Canadian history a quick walk-through. Everyone agreed that the next time we were in Toronto, an entire day had to be devoted to this spectacular museum. Following dinner with Trish's family, the ladies and I returned to the hotel and slept in late on Monday. We had lunch with Trish's parents where she got to tell them her final good-bye, then it was time to go to the airport and board our flight to Copenhagen, Denmark. It departed from Pearson International Airport at 6:50pm, then arrived the following morning (Christmas Eve) at 8:25am in Copenhagen (keep in mind we lost six hours because of changing time zones). After a brief lay-over, we left Copenhagen at 10:20am and arrived at Gardermoen, which was Oslo's principal airport, a mere 70 minutes later. "You're worth all that money, Jeremy," Kristanna said to me during one of the flights. "You really need to get your own private airplane and crew. I suspect we will be doing a LOT of traveling all over the world in the future." I was not yet feeling the effects of jet lag once we made our return to the farm yesterday afternoon (although Lindsay was). In fact, Lindsay was so down and out of it upon our arrival that she did not even feel like looking at the car I had purchased for her birthday, which had been December 4 - a silver Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet convertible. Keep in mind that since she originally learned of this gift some three weeks ago, Lindsay had been ranting and raving; she was literally foaming at the mouth to get behind the wheel of her new sports car. But jet lag changed that. The sickness seemed to hit me all at once like a ton of bricks the following day (which was today) around noon. At least Lindsay seemed to have settled down somewhat, as she was biw resting comfortably in my arms while I continued to lounge and relax upon the sofa. I truly enjoyed holding Lindsay like this and comforting her. Soon, however, I glanced into the next room toward Kristof, Rande and my remaining collection of charming beauties, but quickly found myself focusing upon the one and only Amy. Since I proposed marriage to her seven days ago, there had been a constant, never-ending smile across Amy's face. I had never seen her act quite this happy and energized before. It was actually very refreshing. Amy was also quick to flash her dazzling engagement ring to anyone who even looked sideways at it. She was so proud and mesmerized by the expensive piece of fine jewelry. My goal with her from here on out was to make Amy just as proud and just as mesmerized of me as her husband. "So what did you do for a living in Maryland, Pamela?" Those words - spoken by Rande - caused my ears to perk up like never before. I immediately looked at Pamela, who had sort of a dumbfounded, yet pained expression upon her face. I could easily tell that Pamela did not want to admit to Kristanna's parents that she had been an exotic dancer for the past 12 years. I had a long talk with Pamela on the flight from Toronto to Copenhagen concerning this very subject. We were going to forever leave that chapter of her life where it belonged - buried in the past. Forgotten. She was not a stripper anymore. Never again. "Pamela worked as a librarian in Maryland," I found myself saying, those words coming out of my mouth before anyone else had the opportunity to respond. Suddenly, all eyes were on me - even Lindsay's. I did not enjoy being dishonest with Kristanna's parents because they had been so good to us. On the other hand, though, there was absolutely no point in them knowing that Pamela spent all those years as a stripper. "A librarian?" Rande confirmed, glancing at me with wide eyes, before shifting her focus toward Pamela. "I have been to the library many, many times, but never before have I seen a woman as beautiful and as attractive as you working at one. So I imagine you like to read books, dear? Maybe we can talk about some good books to read later tonight?" "Oh!" Trish grinned. "Don't get Pamela started! She LOVES anything that has to do with books and reading." "I'd love to share book ideas with you," Pamela told Rande, smiling for emphasis. "In fact, two of my suitcases are full of nothing but books! I can never have enough to read." Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 09 "You lied," Lindsay whispered into my ear, her voice just barely audible. "But it was the best lie possible." "It's a new day and a new life for Pamela," I mumbled back. "We are leaving all of the negativity in the past." "All of us forgot what negativity even was the very first moment we met you," Lindsay murmured, which caused a series of tingles and good vibrations to shoot up and down my spine. What a nice and thoughtful thing for Lindsay to say! There was a stretch of silence between us where Lindsay lifted her head enough so she could again make eye contact with me. I could tell just by looking at her that she had a whopping headache, and was in a world of discomfort. Still, Lindsay forged a smile for me. She even giggled when I pulled her Santa hat downward, completely covering her face. Once Lindsay began using my chest as her personal pillow once again, I glanced up and noticed that the only two people still looking my way was Kristanna and Pamela. "A librarian?" Kristanna silently mouthed at me, grinning. "Thank you," was what I read from Pamela's lips. When I smiled at her, she quickly returned it with one of her own. Suddenly feeling a bit better, I nudged my hand downward and gently patted Lindsay's tight, denim-clad ass. She sighed and snuggled in even closer upon me as a result. "We have presents to open!" Rande suddenly announced, standing up from the dining room table and stretching her arms and legs. "Let's go in with Lindsay and Jeremy, and find out what's underneath the tree!" What a truly wonderful idea, I said inwardly... ***End of Chapter 9*** PLEASE NOTE: Only one more chapter to go before the series ends! Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 10 Chapter 10: "Sunset" -------------------------------------------------- - Tuesday, July 29, 2014 - - Oslo, Norway - (Eight months after the previous chapter) Kristanna had tears in her eyes and she was sweating so much that her hair was literally plastered to her forehead. Lying in a hospital bed, my beloved bride was feeling such incredible pain and discomfort that it seemed as if she was ready to just give up. I did not enjoy seeing her this way and felt sorry for her, but knew that there was a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel. A very bright light. "You can do this!" I encouraged Kristanna, inbetween holding and kissing her hand, and running a cold washcloth over and across her face. "I know you can do this!" "No, I can't!" she complained back at me. For the past six hours, Kristanna had been in labor. We rushed her to the medical facility this morning when she somehow managed to walk into the kitchen on her own, only to drop to her knees with the most horrific, pained expression, and declare, "It's time!" The wonderful staff here at Oslo Universitetssykehus HF (Oslo University Hospital) had been so attentive and caring toward Kristanna since her arrival. I was especially impressed by the primary nurse, Scarlett, who had been with Kristanna for every step of the way. I even got the sense that my wonderful wife was attracted to Scarlett and had a keen interest in her. And why not? With a curvaceous, buxom figure and the dazzling face of a supermodel - not to mention the caring nature of a nurse - the 29-year-old Scarlett had all of the qualifications that Kristanna looked for in a woman. "The contractions hurt so much!" Kristanna cried after going through another round of them, her blue eyes a watery, bloodshot red, as she looked up at me. "Oh my God, they hurt so much! I don't want you to ever get me pregnant again, Jeremy!" In a moment of utter rage and frustration, Kristanna went so far as to grab me by the shirt collar and growl, "You're not even allowed to TOUCH me again!" "Almost every woman says that to her husband while in labor," one of the other nurses informed me when I took a brief step away, allowing Rande - Kristanna's mother - to lean down and tend to her. "None of them ever actually mean it." "I think it's about time for you to meet your son," Scarlett announced. "Are you ready?" "Yes," Kristanna nodded with a faint whisper, as I returned to her side and again clutched her hand. She glanced at me, then frowned as I kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. I didn't mean to snap at you." She even focused on Scarlett and tried to defend herself in saying, "I'm really not this mean. I promise you." "You can do this," I reiterated, trying to get Kristanna focused, and her mind back on the task at hand here. "Come on, honey ... you can do this!" "I know," she shrieked. "It just hurts so much." "Now Kristanna," the main physician (Dr. Lilleberg) explained, "when the next labor pain hits I want you to bear down and count to ten." He then focused on me and said, "And you, dad. I want you to count to ten with Kristanna, and do whatever you can to help her." "I want to meet my grandson," Rande professed, tears in her own eyes, as she latched onto Kristanna's other hand. "Just do what the doctor says, sweetheart." When the next contraction occurred moments later, I began a slow count of one to ten with Kristanna in unison. She really pushed and exerted herself; Kristanna was heavily exhausted and in such pain, but dug deep within herself and found the determination for a miracle to happen. "I see the head," Dr. Lilleberg remarked. Kristanna was breathing in heavy gasps as she collapsed back onto the bed. My wife gave one final, brave push - the pressure she felt must have been truly excruciating - and suddenly, our son made his grand entrance into the world. I sat there, transfixed, as I eyed the little life that I had somehow managed to help create. While Rande and Devon, who had been videotaping the entire proceedings with her tablet and snapping photographs with her cellular telephone at the same time, scurried over to check on the baby as the doctor and his team of nurses furiously tended to him, I was frozen. I could not move. All I could do was stare in amazement at the infant miracle. I ... was now a father. When little Kaden Thomas let out his first audible cry, Kristanna began to laugh in sheer, absolute joy. "I want my baby!" she then proclaimed. "Bring my baby to me now!" The doctor and the nurses did about ten more seconds of work on Kaden, and then Scarlett brought him over - already wrapped up in a blanket - and laid him down upon Kristanna's chest and shoulder. "Hi there, baby," Kristanna said with the biggest, toothiest grin, cradling Kaden in her arms like an expert already. "I'm your mommy." Rande was so overcome by the moment that she was crying. Devon was cool, calm and collected with her tablet, wanting to capture every little detail on film so we could relive this glorious day over and over again in the future. "He's your daddy," Kristanna cooed, pointing at me. "Say hi Daddy ... hiiiii!" She focused upon me briefly and smiled, "He looks just like you." "No," I told her, crying myself. "He's ALL you." "He's so tiny!" Kristanna gushed. "Look how tiny he is, Jeremy." When she kissed the very top of Kaden's head, my wife started bawling again. She then planted a whispery kiss on his little cheek and squealed, "I love you, Kaden!" Kristanna found my lips for a kiss of our own. "And you, Jeremy ... oh God ... I love you so much!" "And I love you too," I told her in response, but now unable to tear my gaze away from my baby boy. Kaden Thomas [Last Name] - 7 pounds, 8 ounces Born July 29, 2014 at 4:09pm - Oslo, Norway As healthy as could be ------- Wow. What a wild ride the past 14 months had been for me. There was a time, not too long ago, when I felt there was no way that any year could possibly top 2013 for me on a purely personal level. Not only was it the year when the amazing quintet of Devon, Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy suddenly entered my life, but I also solidified my long-time relationship with Kristanna and married her in August. Oh, there were several bumps along the way - the ongoing tug-of-war I had with Amy early on in trying to get her to seek medical help for her mental issues, my unfounded fear that Lindsay ultimately cared about no one on the island except herself, and the five month split we had from Pamela where I felt assured that I would never see her again. There was also the massive rift that developed between Trish and Lindsay where they did not even speak to each other for a month, and the sheer animosity that Pamela felt toward Kristanna and Devon before her departure from the island. I also had to deal with the wicked, nasty Camille, who now ranks as my least favorite human being ever. In the end, however, everything worked out perfectly. I walked away from 2013 with a newlywed wife who was pregnant in Kristanna, a freshly-minted fiancee in Amy who I planned on making my second wife as soon as possible, and the undying love and devotion from four live-in girlfriends in Devon, Pamela, Trish and Lindsay. I had no complaints whatsoever. Why? For the first time in my life, I was happy. I woke up each and every morning to smiling, beautiful faces all around, and truly felt as if I was going to suffocate in all the love and adoration that was constantly heaped upon me. I had a daily purpose for the first time in what seemed like forever, and the strongest support network anyone could ask for. Everywhere I turned, there was something positive. But for as wonderful and as truly amazing as a year 2013 was for me, this year - 2014 - had already surpassed it. Every day, it seemed as if our little entourage of seven became closer and more involved with one another than the day before. Not only was there the increasing excitement of a pregnant Kristanna carrying around our unborn child as the early part of the year progressed, but Amy officially became my second wife on Valentine's Day - February 14. It was a small ceremony on the farm with our inner circle attending, as well as Kristanna's parents and sister. Amy insisted that the wedding itself be kept simple and private once her parents opted not to attend, claiming they did not want to make the long flight here from the United States (even though I offered to pay for their airline tickets and any other expenses). Needless to say, the fact that her parents did not want to be a part of her wedding day nearly crushed Amy and her viewpoint of them. Keep in mind that all of us were prepared to conceal my marriage with Kristanna from them - they had no idea that Amy was in a polygamous relationship. There was absolutely no reason for them not to be here, other than the fact that I believed they simply did not care about their daughter or all the good things that were happening to her. Despite that, when Amy and I married each other, it was undoubtedly the greatest and most joyous day of her troubled life thus far. It also seemed fitting to me that the one who helped fill the void left by her parents not being there - the man who gave Amy away to me at the ceremony - was Kristanna's father, Kristof. Amy had become very attached to Kristof and his wife, Rande, in a very short period of time. She saw how much they loved and cared for Kristanna. I even got the sense that Amy looked at them as pseudo parents of her own; they were the mother and father that she secretly wished she had all along. I also got the sense that Kristof and Rande were well aware of Amy's feelings, and had no problem trying to fill that void because of the years of neglect she had suffered. The most important thing, however, was that, much like me, Amy was happy. She was my wife and was surrounded by an awesome group of people who not only loved and cared for her, but also understood her personality and its many quirks, as well as any lingering issues she had from past problems. Amy was part of the best possible situation she could be in. We were not the only ones who got caught by the wedding bug, however. Not to be outdone, Kristanna hooked up with Devon in a private cathedral ceremony on March 1 - thus making them the first same-sex marriage coupling of our group. It was quite a unique sight to witness two stunning women (one of them being three months pregnant at the time, no less) in bridal gowns recite their vows to each other. Kristanna and Devon really hit it off the very moment they first laid eyes on each other last year on the island. From the very outset, one could tell that there was something very special and magical between them. They had always gotten along so perfectly. Just from their initial meeting, I recall Kristanna talking about a life-long commitment with Devon... Their wedding itself was a pretty big deal. Devon, age 27 at the time, was finally married (her life-long dream), and Kristanna now officially had both a husband and a wife (which, very simply, was her life-long dream). Oh, but we weren't done. Not by a long shot. In April, I proposed marriage to Pamela and she accepted. Pamela and I both agreed to wait a little bit on the wedding, though - our target date was August 29. That way, Kaden - my child with Kristanna - would have ample time to be born and all of us would be given a couple of weeks to adjust and incorporate the little bundle of joy into our lives. As it turned out, Kaden was born exactly one month prior - July 29 - to my wedding date with Pamela. Marrying Pamela and accepting her as my third wife seemed very natural to me. She had fit in so well since re-joining our lives back in December. Pamela had fully embraced our loving, open-ended lifestyle, and was quick to point out that she had never been happier in her whole, entire life, either. Perhaps best of all, however, Pamela was five months pregnant with our daughter (Piper Michelle), and had an expected delivery date of November 26, 2014. Kaden was going to have a little sister very, very soon. 2014 had been brimming with happiness for all of us from the very start. If we were not enjoying one another's company on the farm, our group was in various places throughout the world on vacation. The cruise from Toronto to Paradise Island in the Bahamas, which had been a birthday present for Lindsay and originally slated to happen in June, was moved back to April because of Kristanna's pregnancy. In addition to the routine family trips to Toronto, Cincinnati and (now) Baltimore, we also spent two weeks vacationing in Athens, Greece, as well as two more in my absolute favorite island resort in the world, Anguilla. It was also in Anguilla where I proposed to Pamela. Lindsay was next on my list. Every day, I was itching to pop the question to Lindsay and ask her to marry me. I knew that her answer would be a resounding yes. But every day I held back, waiting for Trish to ask for her hand in marriage first. My master plan included Trish and Lindsay marrying each other in Ohio without fear of legal consequences, so Lindsay's family could be there and take part in the proceedings, then to marry her myself in a private ceremony here in Norway. For her initial wedding, I knew it was very important to Lindsay that it take place in the church where she had basically grown up. Her father had been a well-respected minister there before his untimely passing in November 2012. Until she uprooted herself and devoted her life to us, Lindsay had been a staple in the church choir there every Sunday morning since her childhood years. That particular church was very special to her, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would want to get married there. With strict laws against polygamy in the United States, it would be impossible for me to be the one to marry Lindsay in that Cincinnati church considering that I would have three wives already by the time it happened (if not more). Thus, I was waiting on Trish to make her move, and pop the question to Lindsay herself. They could get married in Cincinnati, then we would come back to Norway and I would tie the knot with Lindsay in a private ceremony here on the farm. That was my plan, at least. After that, the only ones left for me to wed would be Devon and Trish. It was going to happen with both of them eventually. I imagine by this time next year, I will have six wives, and several of the girls would be married to each other as well (for example, Kristanna and Amy were both waiting on Trish to make her move on Lindsay, too). Some people out there may choose to criticize the life we lead and claim it is not moral or ethical or, in several places throughout the world, even legal. That is fine, and I have no issues with any objections. I understood all of them on the surface. Prior to last year, I certainly never envisioned myself one day having six wives. I was not at that point just yet (I only had two right now, with a third incoming), but figured I would be there soon enough. I always return to the simple fact that everyone in our group was happy, and that was all that truly mattered in the grand scheme of things. We are not openly broadcasting our lifestyle to the masses and making a public spectacle of it. We mostly keep to ourselves, in fact, with a very minimal amount of people from the outside knowing of our relationship. So if we are happy and neither hurting anyone or pushing our beliefs on them, and we keep things under wraps for the most part, what plausible objection could anyone truly have to our lifestyle? ------- "You're home!" Pamela exclaimed, full of joy and delight, as she emerged from our recently-completed estate here on the farm in Sandvika, Norway, to meet us a mere 48 hours after Kaden was born. Devon and I looked on and smiled as Pamela, with a proud five month baby bump of her own, went right up to Kristanna and offered her a hug. Kristanna, Devon and yours truly, as well as Kaden, had just gotten home from the hospital and stepped out of the 2015 Cadillac Escalade. "He's so adorable!" Pamela gushed, now pulling back to look at Kaden, who was nestled all nice and snug within his mother's arms wearing a baby jumpsuit and a little hat with Bugs Bunny rabbit ears bouncing outward from it. "You want to hold him?" Kristanna asked Pamela, already offering our infant son to her. Smiling, Pamela took Kaden (who began to cry) into her arms and cradled him lovingly. "Hey you!" Pamela cooed, grinning, twirling her head about just inches from Kaden's face. "You're so cute! So cute!" Devon grinned as Kaden continued to cry. "He doesn't like for anyone to hold him just yet except for Krissy." "Krissy!" Lindsay screeched, as she stepped out of the mansion with Trish and Amy in tow. "Hi honey," Kristanna returned, before Lindsay made a mad dash for her and hugged her furiously. "It's so good to finally have you back home!" Lindsay squealed. "We've all missed you so much!" "Take it easy," Devon said to Lindsay. "Krissy just got out of the hospital and doesn't have all of her strength back just yet. Be a little gentle with her." Smiling, Amy eyed Kaden and made her way over to him. She pecked his cheek with a little kiss as Pamela continued to cradle and gently rock him within her arms. "How are you feeling?" "Better," Kristanna told Trish. "The doctor said it will be a week or two before I am back to my normal self, and my body fully heals. There were no real complications from the pregnancy and birth itself, which I am thankful for." "I bet you cannot wait until your little girl is born and you get to hold her just like that," Devon remarked to Pamela, running the side of her right index finger along Kaden's face. "Oh, you have no idea," Pamela assured her, before passing my son off to the trusting arms of Lindsay. Devon smiled at Pamela and trailed a hand across her proud baby bump. "Welcome home, Kaden, and may God bless you!" Lindsay, the most religious of our group, cooed to the child. "You are so beautiful! I love you! We all love you!" Trish grinned at Kaden and offered, "So you are the little rascal who has been kicking away inside of Kristanna all these months. Welcome home, handsome." "Let's not overwhelm Kaden with too much all at once," Kristanna mused, taking him back and holding him close. "He is hungry, fussy and tired. That's not a good combination." "We have a welcome home party for you and him!" Lindsay said to Kristanna, as Amy gingerly wrapped her arms around me from the side and sighed longingly. "Lots of good food and presents at the indoor pool!" "Are you up for a party?" Devon wondered. Kristanna nodded. "As long as it is at the indoor pool like she said - and not the outdoor one - and I get to sit and relax in the shade with Kaden, yes ... yes, I am." Devon placed a hand upon Kristanna's lower back as the two of them started walking toward the entrance of our home. "You want one of them for yourself?" I said to Amy in a low tone, motioning toward Kaden with my head. When she looked up and nodded at me, I reminded her, "The surgery to reverse your tubes being tied from when you were younger is in September. I want you pregnant by Christmas." "You will be pregnant by Christmas," Pamela assured Amy. "I have total faith it will happen." Trish giggled. "This house is going to be overrun with screaming kids in just a couple of years." Lindsay lunged at me and I caught her, cradling her like a child as she hooked her arms around my neck and shoulders. "No matter what," Lindsay told the others with a quirky smile, "I am Jeremy's original little girl!" She giggled and added, "Jeremy is old enough to be my father. Heck, he is old enough to be my great great great GREAT grandfather!" Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 10 Pamela snickered. "I don't think that is possible with you being 19 and him only 40." "But it's like he's 100!" Amy laughed as well. "Someone get that girl a pacifier to suck on and shut her up." "Oh, I have something for Lindsay to suck on," I told Amy, "and trust me, it ain't no pacifier." "HEY!" Lindsay complained, as I unceremoniously dumped her from my arms and let her fall to the grassy ground beneath us. The others burst out into laughter as Lindsay shot me an evil, yet also playful eye, reaching back with one hand and rubbing her aching backside in the process. "That hurt!" "Stop calling me old," I chided her. ------- Relaxing in a lounge chair an hour or so later by the indoor swimming pool, I smiled as Devon paddled up to the swim-up bar and sipped her glass of orange juice right from the water. The bar, located on the deep (15 foot) end of the pool, featured in-the-water stools to sit and relax in. It was quite a clever little idea that Trish had come up with. A loaded pack of blonde dynamite, Devon looked absolutely scrumptious in a little two-piece bikini, its color yellow. When she noticed that I was openly gawking at her, Devon flashed me a dazzling smile and then descended back beneath the surface of the water for another round of laps. The indoor swimming pool was very large at 94 feet in length, and its free-form design gave it a lagoon-like feel. It was located between the main house and the guest house, and featured a glass-tiled dome exterior that protected it from Mother Nature. The entire area was temperature controlled, which made the pool suitable for year-round use. The pebble finish of the interior eliminated the line of tile which gave that traditional swimming pool look and, as a result, there was more of a made by nature feel. There was a beach entry, complete with sand, where water spilled over a wall into a wading area with stepping stones across it. At this end, the pool was more level for water polo or volleyball while on the other side of the bridge that went directly over the middle was the deeper area for swimming. Also at the opposite end was a grotto with a waterfall. Carved out of pure granite, the grotto featured a spa just past that waterfall and a curved staircase further inside that led to the top of the grandiose structure, so one could jump or dive off into the pool 30 feet below. At this time, however, I was getting a real kick out of watching Lindsay continually squeal and complain because Trish and Amy had been taking turns dunking her underneath the water for the better part of the past ten minutes. It was quite comical to watch, really. Lindsay tried to get away and put up a spirited fight, but she was no match for Trish and Amy together. They would let her break free for an instant, only then to latch back onto various portions of her body and dunk her. Of course, there was nothing mean or malicious going on. The trio was simply having fun. "Well, she DOES look pretty hot," Pamela casually said to Kristanna only a couple of feet away from me, which caused me to turn and notice that they were watching video footage on Devon's tablet of the day Kaden was born in the hospital. "There are even times when Devon focuses the camera on her instead of you or Jeremy." "Is Krissy showing you that nurse again?" "Yes, she is," Pamela clarified, her gaze now on me. "Scarlett is gorgeous!" Kristanna beamed. "Don't you have enough women in your life?" Kristanna squinted her eyes and offered me a peculiar expression. "One could never have enough women in their life, Jeremy. That would be impossible." "Do you think she might be bi?" Pamela asked, hopeful. "You two are awful," I told them with a wide grin, as Kristanna reached down into the baby bed beside her and tenderly stroked Kaden's face as he slept away. "We are not awful, Jeremy," Pamela countered, giggling up a storm. "We are just pregnant and horny." She then glanced over at Kristanna and quickly corrected herself, "Well, I am pregnant and horny. Krissy was that way until two days ago. But I bet she is still horny." "Scarlett is bi," Kristanna smirked, answering Pamela's earlier question. "I talked to her about it yesterday." "Oooooh!" Pamela swooned, again giggling. "She also seemed very intrigued by our lifestyle." Louder screams and yelps from the shallow side of the pool diverted from my attention from the ongoing conversation. It seemed as if Trish and Amy had stripped Lindsay of her bikini top, and were now tossing it back-and-forth like a football as the 19-year-old desperately tried in vain to retrieve it. "Come on, you two!" Lindsay grunted at them in protest, her ripe, perfect breasts flopping about in the water as she rushed back-and-forth between Trish and Amy in trying to snag her top. "This isn't funny! What if Kristof or Rande, or one of the hired help come up and see me through the glass?" "I am sure they would enjoy the view," Devon proclaimed, paddling about some 30 feet away from them. With a giggle, Trish tossed Lindsay's bikini top clear across the way to Devon. When Lindsay began to furiously swim toward her, Devon dove underneath the water and, with the top in hand, high-tailed it in the opposite direction. Trish and Amy stayed back and looked on with happy smiles, then shared a short but very sweet, tongue-laced kiss. "I'm gonna rip your top from you when I reach you, Devon!" Lindsay roared, her arms and legs flailing - splashing water every which way - as she was in hot pursuit of her. "Stop swimming away from me!" "Everyone seems so happy," I observed with a quiet murmur. "Of course everyone is happy," Kristanna offered, clutching my wrist and squeezing firmly. "There is no reason for any of us NOT to be happy. Isn't this what you wanted, Jeremy?" I glanced at Kristanna for a brief moment, but soon set my sights on Pamela. When she offered me a glittering, cheerful smile, I nodded my head and told Kristanna, "Yes ... yes, it is. This is EXACTLY what I have wanted all along." Pamela continued to smile at me for several seconds, but eventually her eyes darted toward the pool and she suddenly broke out into a fit of heated laughter. Apparently, Lindsay was successful in stripping Devon of her bikini top. She was now trying to swim away from her, but Devon was closing ground quickly. Also, Trish and Amy were chasing her as well. "NO!" Lindsay screamed as Devon caught up to her and grabbed one of her legs, and then Amy the other, before Trish hooked both arms under Lindsay's shoulders from behind. "PLEASE, NO! STOP!" All three ladies flung Lindsay skyward - well above their heads - only to laugh and snort in triumph once she came crashing down into the water. Devon retrieved her top. Trish removed Lindsay's bikini G-string, now making her totally nude. "You're all mean!" Lindsay hissed, albeit in a playful manner. Again, she and the others were simply having a good time. There was absolutely no chance that their rough-house play would result in Lindsay getting injured. "I wish I could go out there and play with them," Pamela mused, placing her right hand upon the increasing bulge of her belly. "I'd actually stick up for Lindsay." Kristanna giggled. "Then they'd rip you apart just like they did to Lindsay." "I know," Pamela nodded. "That's what makes it fun." Defeated (for the time being), Lindsay retreated from the snickering trio of girls and went to the edge of the pool. My eyes suddenly went wide and I had lustful thoughts as Lindsay stepped out of the water, her immaculate, picture-perfect nude body on glorious display. She bent over to retrieve a white towel, then snapped her neck back, her long-flowing blonde hair whipping about in the process. Lindsay quickly brushed the towel through her hair, then wrapped it around her thin torso and made her way over to us. "Jeremy," she said with an exaggerated (and also sexy) pout, "you need to help me. Help me get my bikini back." In the background, Devon, Trish and Amy were hooting and hollering, peppering Lindsay with playful taunts, as they passed her two-piece swimsuit around like a party favor. "Why would Jeremy help you, honey?" Pamela asked Lindsay with a grin. "I'm sure he prefers you nude. Heck, I know Krissy and I do. I think you should be kept nude 24 hours a day, seven days a week... 365 days a year." "You want some help, baby?" Kristanna said to Lindsay in a soothing, sympathetic tone. "Why don't you come over here and sit on my lap like a good, little girl, and I'll think about giving you some help?" When Lindsay did as instructed, Kristanna slipped a hand between the folds of the towel and copped cheap feels of her breasts. She then found Lindsay's lips with her own, and the two shared a deep, languid kiss that lasted a good 60 seconds. "Nope," Kristanna gleefully chirped once it was over. "Nope, what?" "Nope, I'm not going to help you," Kristanna told Lindsay, who stood up and fumed in (mock) anger. "Pammy is right. I prefer you nude. I just wanted to feel you up and kiss you." "STOP calling me Pammy," Pamela rumbled - something she had to tell Kristanna an average of one or two times per day. Again, it was all in the name of fun. "Will you PLEASE help me, Jeremy?" Lindsay requested, again using that sexy pout of hers as bait. "Those girls out there are so mean to me. They rip my bikini off and toss me around like a rag doll. Please help me. I ... I'll suck your cock later tonight if you do." Kristanna giggled. "You'll suck his cock whether he helps you or not. You can't help yourself." "They'll dunk me too if I try to help you," was my simple response for Lindsay, my tone innocent and playful. "No," she countered, shaking her head. "They will listen to you if you tell them to leave me alone and give me back my bikini." She accentuated her pout even more and ended, "I just want to swim in peace, and have fun..." "Oh ... okay," I relented with a grunt, already knowing how this was going to end. That sexy pout of hers was just too damn irresistible. When I whisked my shirt off, the three culprits in the pool took immediate notice. "Uh oh!" Amy exclaimed, laughing. "Lindsay is bringing in the heavy guns as reinforcement!" Devon chortled, now holding both the bikini top and G-string way above her head. "Even Jeremy is no match for the three of us," Trish nodded, flexing her toned, feminine muscles in preparation. "Get 'em, Jeremy!" Lindsay encouraged me, as I hopped into the pool and began to make my way over to them. She shed her towel and followed me into the water, offering backup. Halfway there, however, Lindsay jumped onto my back and latched onto my shoulders, and began to twist about furiously. The others descended upon me all at once. Amy was tugging at both of my legs. Devon drove her shoulder into my abdomen and pushed hard. Trish hooked both arms around my neck and pulled downward. I had four of them assaulting me at once. And this time, I was dunked. Once I re-surfaced, feeling short of breath and temporarily disoriented, all of the ladies - even Kristanna and Pamela - were clapping in total triumph and laughing uncontrollably. I turned toward Lindsay, who offered me the most innocent, coy expression, then shrugged her shoulders and waded over to Devon. She was promptly given back her top and G-string. "I'm sorry, Jeremy, but it was the only way," Lindsay mewed, trying to stifle a laugh. "They wanted to dunk you." Trish giggled as she brought her right hand out from behind her back, only to hold up my pair of swimming trunks. I immediately glanced downward and realized that now, I was the one completely nude. I did not catch it in the skirmish, but they must have ripped my trunks off when I was underwater. "Come on, girls!" I said to them with a laugh, only to start chasing Trish. When I got close, Trish tossed the trunks over my head to Lindsay, who easily caught them and began swimming in the opposite direction. Now, it was my turn to ping-pong back-and-forth like a festering fool! Indeed, my life was awesome and full of fun at every turn. I would not trade it for anything in the whole, wide world. ------- Our new mansion, located in a remote area of the farm and on the complete opposite side from where Kristanna's parents resided in their own house, was a magnificent structure that did what I accomplished it to do - it put the estate back on the island to shame. No expense was spared, and no idea left unexplored, as all seven of us had input into our dream home. It began at the approach where custom-made, wrought iron gates with elaborate scrollwork set the tone. Once inside, the driveway of the randomly-patterned, old Chicago brick led past the tiered, cast-stone fountain to the entry tower. Somewhat castle-like in appearance, the entry tower featured ornately-designed wrought iron doors from which corridors on either side led to the main and guest houses. The corridors themselves were distinctive; curved in design with an exposed cherry-stained ceiling and cast-stone columns and pillars. Both corridors were also surrounded by a profusion of lush, tropical landscaping, so each approach was very appealing and pleasing to the eyes. Although the main home's interior space was a whopping 30,000 square feet, it actually appeared to be even larger because the outdoor corridors, patios, entertainment expanse, exercise area and the guest house spanned across 500 feet. The exterior of the entryway to the main home itself was highlighted by cast-stone moldings and a pair of striking, fully arched double mahogany doors, surrounded by leaded and beveled glass sidelights. From the foyer, views went across the living room and then through tall windows to the magnificent swimming pool and the athletic complex. The living room was as dramatic as it was beautiful. It featured a soaring, three-story high ceiling and a grand, curving stairway with wrought iron railing set in antique bronze that led to the second level. There was a cloistered bridgeway on the second level with curved balconies that overlooked the living room below. Columns between the living and dining rooms created a sense of separation between the two areas while maintaining an openness. Not surprisingly, the adjacent kitchen was a gourmet's dream come true. It was complete with fully integrated, granite-topped cabinetry, state-of-the-art appliances, an oversized oven and multiple work areas. At the opposite end of the estate, but also overlooking the indoor pool and athletic complex, was the grand bedroom suite. It included a separate sitting area which felt private because there was a columned archway with a sheer drapery treatment between it and the bed area. The huge, oversized bed itself sat in a columned and arched niche in the very center of the room. Furniture was in a cashew finish, hand painted with antique gold accents. A bit more formal than the rest of the house, the idea of the grand bedroom was to create an extremely luxurious, elegant place for the ladies and yours truly to retire to each evening. Off to the side, the spacious washroom featured marble-topped vanities, a jacuzzi and a rainhead shower that was walk-through and accessible from either side. The shower, in fact, was large enough to comfortably fit ten people. Many miles of communication cable, all of them fiber optic, ran throughout the home and linked the various computer servers. In every room, touch-sensitive pads controlled the lighting, music and temperature. The residence included 20 fully-furnished bedrooms, a maid's pantry, a gym and sauna, yoga studio, casino, 12 fireplaces, a wine room with provisions for more than 200 bottles, an Omnimax movie theater, a custom-finished elevator, and so many other fun and entertaining features that it would be simply impossible to detail all of them here. Perhaps the most sacred room of the entire mansion, the library combined relaxation and personal growth while in a quaint, charming atmosphere. Nicknamed Pamela's Nook, the library already housed 7,500 (!) books on various subjects ranging from history to science, sociology, medicine, romance, and of course, fiction. Shelving wrapped around the entire room and scaled 30 feet from floor-to-ceiling. Downstairs, there was a techno-playland of a recreation room with gaming consoles and computers, pinball and arcade machines, as well as air hockey, ping pong and billiards tables, and a Gorilla Gaming poker table. Aptly dubbed as LindsayLand, the recreation room also included a 152 inch Panasonic flat-screen full HD plasma television that currently ranked as the largest available in the world. Outside, the primary garage could fit up to 20 vehicles. An additional 10 vehicles could be parked in a subterranean building made of solid concrete which, through electronic transformation, became either a tennis or basketball court. Of course, no residence of mine could truly be complete without its very own voyeur room. Located behind what appeared to be a regular wall in the grand bedroom suite, the voyeur room resembled the production area of a television studio because there were 75 monitors on the wall - large and small alike - with a control panel in the center. Much like its predecessor on the island, the voyeur room used hidden surveillance cameras both inside and outside the mansion. Once its accompanying motion detector was triggered, the camera would relay any footage, and the images would be shown live (with sound) in the voyeur room, but they would also be archived into the system for future viewing. A biometric control system was installed in order to hide the voyeur room from unwanted visitors. To access the voyeur room, one had to be authorized through both a hand-print and iris recognition scanner, and then also type in the security code - 34223010081989 (Kristanna's measurements and her date of birth) - on the innocent-looking wall telephone. When all three checks were passed, the wall that hid the voyeur room would miraculously slide open and reveal its secret. Make no mistake about it, however - all six of the ladies knew of this voyeur room and its existence. They were fine with it. For the most part, I was going to use it differently than the previous one on the island. This was more of a security feature and measure now, but that still did not mean that I could not have some fun with it as well. ------- As I sat down for dinner Thursday evening with all of the ladies, I thought perhaps it was a miracle that, a mere two days after giving birth to Kaden, Kristanna had been so very active today. She had her usual zest and energy at the pool earlier, then took a walk with Devon around the massive, sprawling lake here on the farm. It just seemed to me that Kristanna should have been taking it easy in bed. Anyone who knew Kristanna, however, realized that she was not the type of person to lay in bed and rest all day long - no matter how sluggish or out of sorts she felt. Perhaps it was her training in the martial arts, but she had a strong will and could, I truly believed, block out certain degrees of pain and discomfort. A lesser person would have probably relaxed today, but Kristanna loved the outdoors and wanted to stay active. She was quite stubborn as well, so there was little point in trying to reason with her. Dinner itself was a rousing success, as Amy prepared a scrumptious feast consisting of peppered halibut fillets, grilled shrimp, green beans and sweet potato bread. For dessert, there were vanilla ice cream sundaes all around. Once our meal was concluded, I decided to give Amy - our self-appointed cook and housekeeper - the rest of the evening off, telling her that I would wash all of the dishes myself. Although an unenviable task for many, I actually enjoyed washing dishes. It took me back to my high school days, when I worked at Kentucky Fried Chicken while in high school and was responsible for the clean-up every night I was there. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 10 As I finished the dishes in the kitchen on this beautiful, star-lit evening, thoughts of original and extra crispy chicken were running rampant throughout my mind. They were quickly brushed aside, though, once Pamela stepped into the kitchen and smiled warmly at me. "Hi Jeremy." "Hi sweetheart." After drying my hands, I closed the distance between us and offered the charming blonde, who was five months along into her own pregnancy, a friendly hug. I placed an open palm upon her abdomen, which had just recently developed a noticeable baby bump, and offered it a soothing rub. Pamela again smiled at me in return. "Have you felt little Piper move again?" was my question for her, referring, of course, to our unborn daughter. "Every now and then," Pamela responded. "Not sure if it is kicks or not from Piper at such an early stage; it kind of feels like popcorn popping in my stomach. The doctor told me it is perfectly normal." "Kristanna thinks Kaden is growing to grow up and become a world-famous soccer player." Pamela chuckled. "Yeah, he kicked her so much." I slid behind Pamela, then wrapped my arms around her and massaged her stomach with both hands. When I splayed a series of kisses along the side of her neck, Pamela sighed in response and tilted her head back upon my shoulder. This allowed me even greater access to nibble upon her neck. "You look beautiful," I murmured, offering her more and more of that assurance lately as she continued to progress through her pregnancy. I pressed my lips to her left ear and proclaimed, "You look more beautiful now than you ever have before." Pamela giggled and seemed to sag against me as I concluded, "I love you so much." "I love you too, Jeremy," she squealed. "But I certainly do not feel beautiful at the moment. Soon, I'm going to be as big as a rain barrel!" "Oh, but you DO look beautiful," I insisted. "And you will look even more beautiful in the coming weeks and months. There is nothing more beautiful than a pregnant woman." Pamela smirked. "You told Krissy all of that too during her pregnancy. You were always talking her up." "You and I are getting married in less than a month," I reminded her. "I'll look at our wedding photographs for the rest of my life and admire them; we will have them on the wall in the den next to all the other wedding pictures. I will have a constant reminder of just how truly radiant and beautiful you were while pregnant." Pamela giggled. "You're crazy, Jeremy. Just crazy." "Crazy in love with you," I clarified for her. The 31-year-old goddess turned around to face me, and put both hands upon my shoulders and held them there. She offered yet another glittering smile and volunteered, "You were right." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Right about?" "Everything." I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't quite understand?" "Me coming here and being a part of your life," she mused. "A part of ALL of your lives. This is the best place in the world for me, Jeremy - right here, with you and the other girls. You were right. I never knew what happiness was until I was brought in and fully accepted into this family." Pamela leaned upward and pecked my cheek with a kiss. "Everything you promised me has come true." "I tried to tell you, but you were feisty about it for the longest time," I reminded her with a grin. "Everyone gets along so good," Pamela chirped, before wiping a single tear from her eye. "I have been so happy for you and Krissy these past couple of days. Just ... just seeing the look on her face the day Kaden was born, as she held him in her arms, with you next to her ... it made me cry. It was overwhelming." Pamela almost broke down and began sobbing, but fought the urge and held back for now. "I ... I was so happy for you and her. For ... us. For us. No two people deserved to have a child more than you and Krissy." I grinned at her. "We get to do it all over again in about four months or so when you give birth to Piper. After that, it will be Amy's turn - I hope." "Thank you for this amazing life that you given to me," Pamela said, now slipping her arms around my shoulders and embracing me warmly. "Thank you for everything, Jeremy. I should have never left the island a year ago like I did. But I sure am glad you and Krissy talked me into coming back." "I'm glad too, honey. You'll never know how much." "Hey you two!" came a friendly voice from behind us. When I turned around to greet the source of that voice, I found Devon - along with Kristanna and Kaden - standing at the entranceway to the kitchen. Devon, in fact, was holding Kaden in her arms. He was swaddled up into a blanket, and appeared to be sleeping comfortably. Kristanna, however, looked a little spaced out and loopy. She was tired and obviously feeling somewhat disoriented. "You okay?" I wondered, concerned for her safety. "I shouldn't have agreed to take Krissy on that walk around the lake earlier," Devon frowned. "I think it was a bit too much for her, considering that she just got home from the hospital today. She needs to lay down and relax for now." "I'm fine, Devvy," my stubborn wife insisted, holding the back of her right hand to her forehead and sighing. I could tell, though, that Kristanna was not fine. "You and Kaden both need a nap," Pamela remarked. "You want to hold the baby?" Devon asked Pamela, already offering Kaden to her. Once the exchange was made, Devon stole a pair of quick kisses from Pamela and smiled at her. "He is so precious!" Pamela cooed, glancing down at the newborn. She barely grazed his chin with a fingertip and whispered, "I love you." "You're going to bed," I informed Kristanna, grabbing her left arm and hooking it around my neck and shoulders. She tried to put up a protest, but there was no use. Not this time. I was not going to back down. Kristanna must have hit the proverbial wall shortly after dinner ended; she suddenly looked as if she had not slept in two weeks. "Get some rest, Krissy," Devon nodded, as I began to guide her toward the area of the estate where the main bedroom was. Devon snagged a kiss from me as well; she decided to stay behind as Pamela followed us with Kaden still in her arms. "You need to slow down and take it easy," I told Kristanna a moment later, as we were still en route to the bedroom. "The doctor warned you about overdoing things. Your body has been through a massive amount of change over the past couple of days. I don't want you to end up back in the hospital." "You know I can't stay still," Kristanna whined. "I'm way too antsy. I've always been that way." "You need to tone things down for the first week or two," I advised her. "No more unnecessary walks around the lake, especially in this heat. Nothing at all like that again. I'm putting my foot down on this, Krissy. I'm serious. I want you to kick back and relax for a week or two." "Okay," she relented. "I'll lay down in bed with you until you fall asleep," Pamela said to Kristanna. "If that will help?" "When was the last time Kaden was feeding?" "About 15 minutes ago," Kristanna told me. "Good," I nodded. "He should be okay for two or three hours. That gives you time to rest." Once we reached the grand bedroom suite, Pamela handed Kaden off to me and quickly took control of Kristanna. I looked on and smiled as the two ladies went arm-in-arm over to the round, oversized bed, then climbed onto it and curled up together into a loving ball. "Close your eyes and get some rest, sweetheart," Pamela soothed her. "You'll feel so much better because of it." Just then, Lindsay appeared beside me. Out of breath, she had apparently ran to meet us here in a full sprint. "Is Krissy okay?" Lindsay gasped, looking on with worry. "Devon said she wasn't feeling good." "Krissy is just overwhelmed," Pamela answered for me, "and needs rest. That is the best cure for her." "Jeremy, I want you here with me!" Kristanna demanded. I glanced at Lindsay, who nodded her head at me as I transferred Kaden to her arms. I quickly went over to the bed and nestled in beside Kristanna, with Pamela nudged in close as well. "I'm here," I told my bride, kissing her on the forehead for emphasis. "I'm not leaving you tonight." "Where is my baby?" Kristanna insisted, becoming more and more emotional by the second. "WHERE IS MY BABY?" "I have him, Krissy," Lindsay announced. "I'm going to lay him down in his crib over here, then I'm going to join you, Jeremy and Pamela in the bed if that's okay with you." "Make sure you lay him on his back," Kristanna said. "It is the safest position for him to sleep in." "I will," she promised. "Would you like Lindsay to join us so you can cuddle in bed with her, too?" Pamela asked Kristanna, who simply nodded her head in response. "Okay. She's putting Kaden away, then she is going to come over and be with us." "Is Kaden still asleep?" "He sure is," Lindsay told Kristanna. A few seconds later, Lindsay crawled into bed and immediately found Kristanna's mouth for a kiss. "I love you," she told her with a happy glow, "and I am proud of you, too. I remember when my sister had her baby daughter. She experienced almost all of the same things you have the past 48 hours." "I love you too," Kristanna offered, her eyes trained on Lindsay, before they gradually closed and her body relaxed. Just like that, Kristanna fell asleep. "That was quick!" Lindsay chirped, stifling a laugh. "The poor girl must be exhausted," Pamela frowned. "Care if we join you?" came Amy's cheery voice from the entrance to the bedroom. When I looked up, Amy - along with Devon and Trish - were already making their way over to us. One by one, they got into bed and found a body part to claim as their own and snuggle with. "Careful," Lindsay warned them. "Krissy is sleeping." "Shhhhh," Pamela hushed the group and its chatter. Trish was using my chest as a pillow. The side of Devon's face was pressed upon mine, and she was keeping it there. A leg was hooked around my own, but I had absolutely no idea who it belonged to. Other random examples of our togetherness was Lindsay had her ear pressed to Pamela's stomach, with Trish's hand also rubbing and caressing it. Amy was serenading Devon's neck and shoulder area with angel kisses. Suddenly, Pamela found my lips with her own and kissed me lovingly. "I'm so happy!" Pamela whispered at me, reiterating her point from earlier, tears now streaming down her face. ------- Indeed, life was grand. Though the farm was forever bristling with activity and there was always something new and exciting to do in the mansion itself, several of the ladies had developed a wide variety of outside interests as well. Pamela was a volunteer at the nearby library. What made this job even more awesome that in addition to being around books - her life-long hobby was reading, of course - Pamela's focus at the library was helping school-aged children with their homework and computer studies. Pamela may not be a teacher (yet), but at least she got to work with children on a routine basis and help them learn and mature. She spent three afternoons at the library per week and was very content as a volunteer; Pamela did not want or need to be paid. In essence, Pamela was so far removed from her past career as a stripper that I did not even associate the term with her any longer. I honestly had to think two or three times before I even recalled that she was once an exotic dancer. Much like Pamela, Lindsay had opted to pursue her passion by volunteering her efforts at a church in downtown Oslo. Still with aspirations of one day becoming a minister, Lindsay did whatever the church asked of her - whether it be standing at the door as a greeter, an usher or even a parking lot attendant. The church leaders thought very highly of her, it seemed, and Lindsay had hopes of one day landing a permanent position and ultimately becoming involved with the ministry. Lindsay was easily the sweetest and most docile person I had ever met in my entire life. There was really nothing bad to say about her at all. The 19-year-old had a heart of pure gold; she was more concerned with others and their well-being than her own. Lindsay was very friendly and socialable; she had a big smile for everyone in her path, and was always full of positivity and sunshine. Because of this - as well as many other things - I felt that one day in the future, Lindsay would have the opportunity to walk in the footsteps of her dearly departed father and become a well-known and beloved minister in the community. She genuinely loved and cared for others - even strangers - like no one I had ever known before. Trish's favorite pastime, of course, was keeping an eye on Lindsay and making sure that she was safe and sound. What this meant was that Trish escorted Lindsay to the big city whenever there was something for her to do at the church. The two of them, in fact, were ripping up the streets of Norway in Lindsay's 2014 Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet - the glitzy birthday present I got for her last December. Trish, like Kristanna, was very much into physical fitness, and still maintained her healthy and active lifestyle. She and Lindsay had also taken up yoga classes at a fitness center near the church in downtown Oslo. Amy's hobby and daily purpose in life, aside from being my loving wife and a companion to the other ladies, was being the primary maid and housekeeper of the mansion. This was what Amy wanted and asked for all along. She felt that the daily ritual and chores were good for her. The house and the property itself was so big, though, that Amy could never complete everything that needed to be cleaned on her own. As a result, I was going to have a housekeeping service from the outside come here once a week and give her a hand. Amy did not like that idea at first, but relented once she realized just how large (30,000 square feet) our home was. Along with Kristanna, Devon had decided to invest her own free time and effort into maximizing the sales of the farm's ice cream shoppe and bakery. The two of them worked there as a team, although in recent months (due to Kristanna's advanced pregnancy) Devon had taken on more of a leadership role. When she was only 13, Kristof gave his daughter Kristanna a job - she was to run the cash register in the ice cream shoppe and bakery here on the farm. 11 years later, it was still the only job Kristanna had ever had. She simply never outgrew it, and was quite adamant in wanting to continue to work there as our life and marriage progressed into future years. Of course, it helped that Kristanna generally worked the same, exact shifts that Devon did. Kristanna and Devon were not only lovers and each others' wife, but also best friends. They did everything together. Nothing could separate them. As for yours truly, I had little to no time for any outside interests. But I was not complaining. I had two wives, a fiancee and three live-in girlfriends to take care of and keep happy, as well as a newborn son and a daughter due in about four months. Plus, Kristof and Rande were going to pass the farm onto Kristanna and myself by the end of the year. I was still learning what it took to oversee, manage and run a successful and profitable farm. I had plenty here to keep me occupied for basically the rest of eternity. My life had never been better. Yet it gets even better with each new passing day. ------- Few things were more pleasurable than the awesome sight of Devon on her knees in front of me, her moist, glossy lips tightly stretched to accommodate my hard, aching erection, as she offered one of her patented blowjobs. But one thing that was undoubtedly more pleasurable was receiving a blowjob from both Devon and Amy at the same time. Relaxing (and no doubt enjoying life) upon the comfortable sofa in the aforementioned recreation room, I tossed my head back and sighed in utter pleasure as Devon and Amy worked my cock over with not only their mouths, but their hands and fingers as well. Their faces were side-by-side as they took turns sucking my cock, their hands sometimes frigging its base and at other times kneading my testicles. The two ladies would also share slow, wet kisses as they traded my shaft off to each other every 20 to 30 seconds. Adding to my already intense level of pleasure was that my wife, Kristanna, was resting upon her side on an adjacent sofa, both hands together and fingers extended, using them as a pillow for her head as she gazed dreamily at us. The day following her little meltdown, Kristanna was feeling much more vibrant and energized. She may have been under strict orders from the doctor not to engage in any sexual activity for at least four weeks to prevent the risk of a hemorrhage or uterine infection following her pregnancy, but that certainly did not mean she could not kick back and be a voyeur herself. With Kaden peacefully sleeping away next to the sofa in his portable baby bed, Kristanna was able to take a couple of minutes this afternoon and live vicariously through Devon and Amy as they did their sweet business with me. "I bet that big cock tastes good, doesn't it?" "You know it does," Devon squealed, her tongue licking my testicles as Amy's red head bobbed up-and-down over the length of my erection. "Why don't you come over here and try it for yourself, Krissy?" "You know I can't," she sighed, though forging a smile. "I can't allow myself to worked up or too excited this close from giving birth. I think in a week or two, I'm gonna feel safe sucking cock and licking pussy again." "We all want to lick YOUR pussy," Amy gently murmured at Kristanna, her lips now pressed upon Devon's for a kiss. "That won't happen for four weeks," Kristanna sulked. She soon perked up, however, smiling broadly and reaching down to graze Kaden's face with the palm of her hand. "This little guy makes it worth it, though. Well worth it..." Devon's pretty blue eyes were trained upon me as she inhaled my cock and swallowed it whole. Another idea came to mind for me, however. I did not want her to continue with the blowjob any longer. I wanted something different. Once Devon removed my (now) hard cock from between her lips and slapped its thick, bulging tip upon her chin and giggled, I turned all of my attention toward her. When Devon swallowed me whole yet again, I boldly told her," I want to fuck your mouth now, Devon." The vixen looked up at me and smiled with desire as I withdrew my erection from between her pouty red lips. Both of us maneuvered around until she was seated on the floor with her back against the sofa, while I was standing before her. We were in the perfect position for a mouth-drilling. I quickly grasped my shaft and rubbed it all over her pretty face and quivering lips. Then, I grabbed a clump of her silky blonde hair and wrapped it around my cock. I began stroking, and felt as though blowing my load right there would be an excellent idea. But, Devon obviously needed my sperm in more important places than her hair. Releasing her hair, I pushed my hips forward until my shaft was completely in her mouth. I used both hands to squeeze and massage her scalp while beginning a steady thrusting motion. I pulled my cock out, until just its tip was encircled by her lips. Next, I plunged it back into her mouth until my pubic hair was nestled against her nose. Then, I repeated the process - over and over again - and picked up both the tempo and the ferocity with every forward lunge. By this time, my fingers were twisting and weaving their way throughout Devon's hair. I could see her throat swell as each hard thrust pushed my cock deep inside her. It wasn't too long before I was pounding her at warp speed. Obviously, I could not take much more of this passionate torture. Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 10 I jammed my cock all the way inside her mouth one final time, then began to blast spurt after spurt of semen into her hungry throat. I screamed out in wild desire as Devon stared up at me, moaning madly, with forbidden lust in her eyes. I then watched with pure amazement as her throat rippled, while she guzzled down each of my thick, heavy doses of sperm. Devon absolutely loved the taste of my seed. I let loose a long, drawn-out moan, which was followed by me withdrawing my cock from the confines of her mouth. It was still coated with sperm, so Devon's head darted forward and she quickly sucked it dry. Obviously, she wanted every drop. I sighed once again while finally pulling my shaft free of her mouth. "That was incredible, Devon." The 28-year-old brought a hand to her mouth and opened it, stretching it. "Sure was." She giggled and added, "My jaw is going to be sore for the rest of the day." "Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" "Good thing!" she replied, with enthusiasm. "A sore mouth for me means a well-fucked mouth!" I smiled down at her. Devon was something else... "You greedy girl!" Kristanna chimed in from the side with an exaggerated (yet playful) pout, her gaze fixated on Devon. "You kept that big, massive load of sperm all for yourself!" Kristanna pouted even more and proclaimed, "You couldn't even come over here and share a bit of it with kisses." "Oh, I'm sorry, baby," Devon told her with a smile. "You are right - I should have saved some for you." Amy smirked. "I guess that means we'll have to get Jeremy hard and make him cum again." My insides tingling with desire because of those words, Amy focused upon Devon and added, "You know, you didn't share any of his cum with me, either..." "She's a greedy girl!" Kristanna exclaimed, giggling. Amy grasped my deflated cock with her right hand and squeezed briskly, then snaked her face in and ran her soft, velvety tongue over and across my testicles. Pangs of arousal began to flutter all throughout me. "Devvy deserves a spanking for being so greedy!" Devon stifled a laugh as she peered over at Kristanna. "I'm greedy? No one guzzles more cum down from Jeremy than you do. You're like a living sperm bank." "I haven't swallowed any sperm since I first learned that I was pregnant," Kristanna reminded her. "GOOD GOD ... that was eight months ago. I'm long overdue. You know how much I crave the taste, Devvy." "I'm going to milk a big load out of Jeremy and give it to you," Amy promised Kristanna as I growled in response, her right hand now furiously pumping and stroking my shaft. Just then, the lovely trio of Pamela, Trish and Lindsay appeared at the entranceway to the recreation room and smiled knowingly at the situation. It was going to be a long and very tiresome (but also pleasurable) afternoon for me... "Krissy texted me two minutes ago and said there was a party going on down here in LindsayLand," Trish announced with a toothy grin. "She told me to round up Pamela and Lindsay, and get here in a hurry." "I love parties," Pamela mused, as she quickly made her way over to us. Being five months pregnant, Pamela was slow to drop and sit down upon the floor. Devon used both arms to help and steady her. Once Pamela was in position, though, Amy offered my cock to her and she began frigging it herself. "We need to get Jeremy hard and then give his sperm to Krissy with kisses," Amy told Pamela, already unbuttoning her blouse and whisking it from her shoulders from behind. "Devon stole the first load for herself." "I did not!" the blonde giggled, her hands already rubbing Pamela's abdomen as Amy disposed of her bra. "I am CUM DEPRAVED!" Kristanna giggled. "Save me, please!" "You're a lunatic," Devon squealed, correcting her. "Pammy looks so pretty with that baby belly," Kristanna cooed from the sofa, grinning. "I wish I could kiss it." "I won't have any problem getting Jeremy hard," Pamela said to Amy, as she dutifully slipped my cock between her lips and began working her oral magic. My eyes rolled into the back of my head for a brief moment due to the amazing sensations that Pamela and her hungry mouth were providing me. Soon, however, I noticed that Trish had backed Lindsay against one of the pool tables here in the recreation room. The two ladies were all over each other, kissing madly, their hands peeling various pieces of clothing from the others' body. "I can taste Jeremy's cock all over your mouth," I heard Kristanna say, which caused me to glance over in her general direction. Devon was on the floor next to Kristanna, trading idle kisses with her - and perhaps looking to atone for being so greedy. "That is better than nothing, at least." Amy giggled at Kristanna. "You just going to sit there and give running commentary as the five of us destroy Jeremy?" "It's all I'm allowed to do," Kristanna frowned, before offering a smile. "I like it, though. This is different." My heart racing, I glared at Amy. "Destroy ... me?" She snickered again. "Yes, destroy you. There are five girls here, Jeremy - six if you count Krissy. The five of us are going to gang-bang you." Pamela withdrew my cock from her mouth long enough to proclaim, "And we're not stopping until you have fucked and satisfied every single one of us." Then, just as quickly, Pamela inhaled my erection and literally went to town on it. "Save some of that cock for MEEEEE!" Lindsay whined at Pamela, as she had already been stripped nude and was now sprawled out across the pool table, with Trish's head buried between her thighs. Lindsay's slender, little body was convulsing and arching in many various ways as Trish swiped away at her clitoris and pussy itself with her skilled tongue. "I will, sweetie," Pamela promised her. "Don't worry." Amy was splaying kisses along Pamela's face as she worked my shaft into an absolute frenzy. Using a vacuum technique, it seemed as if Pamela was trying to rip my erection from its very base, and swallow it right down and into her stomach. "Being pregnant must have you absolutely STARVED for cock," Amy grinned at Pamela, eyeing her intently. Pamela nodded her head in response as Amy continued, "I've never seen you suck Jeremy's cock quite as often and as feverishly as you have these past couple of weeks." "You have no idea how much I crave it in my mouth now," Pamela said, before closing her lips around my erection once again. I certainly hoped those cravings never stopped... "When you get your operation and you're able to become pregnant," Trish told Amy, "we will see to it that every ounce of Jeremy's cum is pumped into your pussy." "I bet Amy would make a great Mommy," Lindsay nodded. "I want nothing more right now," Amy told them. I then whimpered and moaned in erotic agony as Devon, the darling sweetheart, who had just removed her shorts and G-string, straddled my torso upon the sofa and then lowered her intoxicating pussy to my mouth. On instinct, I extended my tongue and began to eagerly lash away upon her sweet folds. Devon moaned and squirmed about as she sat upon my face and probing tongue. An instant later, Amy rose to her feet and stood just beside Devon. I watched with interested eyes as the pair of ladies first embraced, then offered each other a truly scintillating, open-mouthed kiss. Because Devon's pussy was continually grinding itself upon my face as she straddled me, I could not watch Pamela as she offered me that wondrous power blowjob. However, I could most definitely feel her. That was for sure! I then roared with lust once Pamela released my aching cock from within her mouth. An instant later, however, I felt a new pair of lips wrap themselves around my erection. I immediately recognized them as belonging to Lindsay. Though I was unable to see what was happening, I could vividly picture it within my mind. Lindsay must have been hunched over my cock, her blonde head starting to slowly bob up-and-down over it. Trish, who had been feasting away on Lindsay's womanly delights across the pool table mere seconds ago, was probably seated next to her on the floor and caressing various parts of her body. I sighed at the thought itself, then growled like a wild animal when I felt a second tongue begin to dab away at my testicles. Lindsay was sucking my cock while Trish now teased my testicles with her lips and tongue. I almost blew my new found load at the realization, before both ladies traded positions. I felt Trish engulf my erection as Lindsay giggled and moved southward, tonguing away at my scrotum. "You're so precious, Lindsay," Pamela swooned. As Devon smashed her pussy upon my face while I licked away at her folds, the mutual kiss between she and Amy intensified. At the same time, I was able to glance over and barely catch a glimpse of Kristanna. She beckoned Pamela over, and soon the two ladies were exchanging sweet, loving kisses. This had turned out to be a full-blown orgy! When I felt Trish withdraw my cock from her mouth, I fully expected it to be immediately replaced with Lindsay's. However, that was not the case. Something better happened. My world was spinning out of control as Amy straddled my hips, then lowered her pussy to my pulsing, quivering cock. She let out a sigh of her own as Lindsay, grasping the base of my shaft, helped guide it into Amy's luscious pussy. Soon, the 32-year-old enchantress was bouncing about upon my erection, squealing and yelping in a passionate delight. I began to feel dizzy and lightheaded, but my tongue kept lapping away at Devon's precious slit. Meanwhile, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Trish was standing over top of Pamela, whose own charming face was nestled between her thighs and was busy licking away with ruthless aggression. Trish's magnificent body shuddered with temptation as Pamela tongued her pussy with the same fervor and desire that she displayed while giving me the earlier blowjob. "My turn!" I heard Lindsay exclaim, which prompted Amy to remove herself from both my cock and my body. An instant later, I felt Lindsay straddle my pelvis, then forge her own pussy down hard upon my shaft. She then began with her own, violent bouncing motion. I was in Heaven... No more than 15 or 20 seconds later, the pair of ladies switched positions again. This time, Amy impaled herself upon my erection and thrashed about wildly. It was simply too much for me to handle. Unable to control myself, I screamed out at the sensations. It was at this point in time when Devon suddenly creamed my face with her juices. She let out a long and excited squeal as an orgasm ripped throughout her voluptuous body. It was all the incentive I needed too, as my cock then erupted within the lush confines of Amy's own, silky pussy. Amy moaned out in pleasure as she sat down completely upon my shaft, its entire length buried deep inside of her. She squirmed and writhed about in this position, letting my gushing sperm fill and flood her insides. At the same time, Devon removed her pussy from my face. As my orgasm subsided, Devon, still on her knees, moved backward until she was astride my chest. I thought I had a breather for a moment as Amy then dismounted my shaft. However, I was immediately pressed back into service. Trish, who had been fooling around with Pamela off to the side, moved forward and approached me. Now it was her turn to lower her juicy goodness to my face. I moaned as she did so, then started with another round of oral ministrations. Trish writhed about upon my probing, curious tongue, but that certainly did not stop her from sharing a kiss with Pamela. At the same time, Amy pulled Devon away from the group and reclined back upon the floor, then opened and extended her thighs as an invitation. "I want you to suck Jeremy's cum out of my pussy," Amy instructed Devon, "and then give it to Krissy with kisses." "Devvy is too greedy!" Kristanna exclaimed, laughing. "She will keep it all for herself!" As Trish continued to ride my tongue, Pamela and Lindsay had their faces close to hers, and the three ladies were sharing what basically amounted to a triple-kiss. Meanwhile, Amy started to moan and grunt in sheer ecstasy as Devon went searching for globs of semen within the sweet recesses of her pussy with her lips and tongue. "I think Jeremy should fuck Pamela." Those words - spoken by Trish - caused the three ladies above me to split apart and then nod their heads in unison. "What position will be most comfortable for you?" Lindsay asked Pamela. "You want Jeremy to do you on your side like he did the night before Kaden was born?" "Yeah." Trish had already retrieved three pillows from the nearby closet by the time she and Lindsay helped Pamela down to the floor. When Pamela rolled onto her side, Trish placed one pillow underneath her head and a second at her stomach. The third was for backup in case it was necessary. "Is that comfortable enough for you?" Trish clarified. "It is," Pamela nodded. Lindsay grasped my erection with her right hand and was stroking it immediately. "Can I help put his cock in you?" "Of course you can, honey," Pamela replied, glancing back over her shoulder and smiling brightly at her. "Oh my God, Lindsay ... you are such a sweetheart!" Pamela extended an arm toward her. "Come here, baby. Give me a kiss." Lindsay leaned over and, with a beaming smile, she pressed her lips to Pamela's for a slow, languid kiss. "C'mon, Jeremy!" Lindsay encouraged me, as Trish got rid of Pamela's shorts and panties, her little hand still busily frigging my hard cock. "C'mon, we want you to fuck Pamela!" "No man alive has enough semen to satisfy all of you when you girls group on me like this," was all I said, as I slid off the sofa and dropped down to my knees beside Pamela. "Well, you better," Trish told me with a giggle. "I'm just one man..." "You heard what Pamela said earlier, Jeremy," Kristanna chimed in, still relaxing and enjoying the view of things from the other sofa. "You're not finished today until you have fucked and satisfied every single one of the girls!" Lindsay snickered. "Krissy really is running commentary for us. She's our play-by-play announcer." "I think a hard cock would shut her up," Pamela mused, before grunting out in passion as I rolled onto my side and then, with Lindsay holding and guiding my shaft, entered her pussy from behind and began a gentle thrusting motion. Some people are reluctant or afraid to engage in sexual activity during pregnancy for fear that it may harm the baby. As long as the pregnancy is normal and free of complications, however, having sex will in no way hurt the little one. The baby is protected from any thrusting that takes place during intercourse by both the woman's abdomen and the amniotic sac. The mucus plug, which closes off the opening of the cervix, also helps keep the baby safe from any potential harm. Kristanna had a very healthy and spirited sex life all throughout her pregnancy, up to and including a loving three-some she had with Lindsay and yours truly just four days prior to giving birth. The same could be said for Pamela during her five month term thus far. While I certainly would not be overly physical and aggressive in the way that I treated Pamela (and Kristanna before her) during sex, I had no trepidations whatsoever when it came to enjoying myself and getting the most out of the encounter. Our unborn child was perfectly safe and sound. As I slowly rocked Pamela in the spooning position, Lindsay provided added stimulation for both of us by trapping my cock between her right index and forefinger, while twiddling away upon Pamela's labia at the same time. When I reached around her body and placed both hands upon her belly, Pamela laughed and glanced back over her shoulder at me. I snaked my head forward and kissed her tenderly. "Those titties get any bigger, they're going to pop like balloons!" was Kristanna's next comment, eyeing Pamela and what was, prior to her pregnancy, a 38d-sized pair of breasts. As was the case with most pregnant women, however, Pamela's breasts had swelled significantly in the past few months. "You like watching them, don't you, honey?" Trish said to Lindsay, her lips no less an inch from her ear. "You like watching Jeremy have sex with a pregnant woman?" When Lindsay nodded her head in response, Trish added, "I like it, too." "Pamela looks so beautiful being pregnant," Lindsay observed. "She looks more beautiful every single day!" "OH!" Kristanna suddenly exclaimed, full of carnal delight. "Oh my God, look at that!" I threw my attention in that general direction, and noticed that Devon had a massive, gooey glob of sperm sitting on the very tip of her extended tongue. Obviously, she had extracted it from Amy's pussy. "Gimme, gimme, gimme!" Kristanna demanded, giggling, as she held both arms out for Devon to approach her. When she did, Kristanna smashed her mouth to Devon's and the two wives shared a heated, rip-roaring kiss. I also watched them trade that glob of sperm back-and-forth several times between their pressed mouths, before Kristanna ultimately swallowed it down. "Hmmmmm," she purred, her eyes glowing as she grinned at Devon. "Thank you, baby. That was delicious!" "I'm sure there's more to be found in my pussy," Amy told them both. "Jeremy really shot off a big load in me." "I want MORE CUM!" Kristanna declared in a serious, yet comical tone. "Give me MORE CUM, Devvy!" "Cum guzzler!" Devon retorted, giggling herself. "I love you so much, Jeremy!" Pamela whined, which brought my attention back to her as my cock continued to piston its way in-and-out of her. "Oh God, I love you so much!" As if I did not have enough stimulation, I was now witness to the mesmerizing sight of Trish and Lindsay sharing a deep, tongue-filled kiss of their own no more than two feet from me. Lindsay even had a handful of Trish's long-flowing brown hair and was yanking on it. I gave a quick glance toward the others; Devon already had her face nestled between Amy's succulent thighs and was fishing for more sperm. "Oh my God, I'm having an orgasm!" Pamela announced, those words sending me over the proverbial edge and causing me to have a massive release of my own. I pulled my cock out of Pamela and pressed it hard upon her backside, then held her entire body close as pockets of sperm began to shoot out. "I love you too, Pamela," I told her once those wondrous feelings of orgasm had crested and gone away. Feeling a bit lightheaded, I released her from my arms and rolled onto my back, and sighed contently. How much more of this divine madness could I take? They all wanted satisfaction from me! "Hey, what are you doing?" I heard Pamela say in an odd tone, as I glanced over and noticed Trish and Lindsay were both behind her, their heads gathered together near the small of her back. Soon, Pamela caught on. Trish and Lindsay scooped up the excess sperm coating her ass and lower back, then went over to the awaiting Kristanna and deposited it into her mouth. They were joined there by Devon, who had another heavy glob (courtesy of Amy's pussy) on her tongue. She was quick to donate it to our living sperm bank as well. Kristanna took the donations from all three ladies but chose not to swallow any of them yet. She instead gathered them together, each gooey strand of sperm intermingling and mixing with the saliva in her mouth. A few seconds later, Kristanna showed off a mouthful of semen for everyone in the room, then smiled brightly as it slid down her throat. For the time being, Kristanna was in her own personal utopia. "You should have gargled with it!" Lindsay chortled. Kristanna was still all happy and beaming as Devon reached out and placed a hand across her throat. "You're such a nasty girl," Devon said to Kristanna, nodding her head for added emphasis. "You ARE a nasty girl ... aren't you?" Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 10 "You're the nasty girl!" Kristanna shot back, her eyes fixated upon her wife. These two enjoyed playing this game a lot. There was nothing mean or spiteful about it whatsoever. As always, they were simply having fun. "Say you're a nasty girl," Devon insisted, as Kristanna squealed in both excitement and (mock) denial. "Say it!" Not getting the answer she wanted just yet, Devon increased the grip of her hand across Kristanna's slender neck and throat. "Say you're a nasty girl! Say it!" Grunting with emotion, Kristanna's eyes flashed as she angrily returned, "YOU'RE THE NASTY GIRL!" "I think you're both nasty girls." Kristanna and Devon both turned their attention toward Lindsay and the snide, little comment she had just offered them. Everything was fun and playful, but they shot Lindsay disapproving glares anyway. "YOU are the QUEEN of nasty," Devon retorted. "You come across as being all so innocent and virtuous," Kristanna stated, her focus on Lindsay. "Yet everyone in this room knows there is absolutely no limit as to what you would do in order to seek pleasure and satisfaction." "I have an idea," Pamela told the group, taking my deflated shaft in hand and squeezing firmly. "Let's all suck Jeremy's cock at the same time." My eyes wide, I gulped at the sight of Pamela still on her side as the other four ladies, dropping to their elbows and knees, quickly hunched over my pelvis. It did not matter to them that I had nothing resembling an erection now. They would keep going until they coaxed another one out of me. I glanced over at Kristanna, who was smiling sweetly at me, as a varied collection of five mouths, their lips and tongues, were all worshiping my cock and testicles at the same time. One lady would suck or slurp the tip of my cock for a few seconds, before giving another the chance to do the same. Sapped of almost all my strength from this hot, incredible encounter - and knowing it was nowhere close to being finished - I simply stared at Kristanna. "I love you," she cooed, grinning. "We all love you!" It would have been wonderful if Kristanna could have joined us and made this a six-on-one coupling, but she could not run the risk of overexerting herself - or becoming too excited - this close from having given birth to Kaden. Alas, she was relegated to being a spectator for the time being. I felt my cock pulsing with renewed vigor and energy as several tongues continued to lick and swipe away at its length. Of course, those tongues intermingled and danced together both on and around my shaft as well - licking and dueling each other in sweet bliss. I soon felt a pair of mouths - one Devon's, and the other belonging to Lindsay - each take a single testicle and begin to gobble away upon it. The sight of four women on their knees and bent over my cock (with Pamela still relaxing on her side) was truly astonishing to me. I felt as if they wanted to truly devour me! There was no way I could withstand oral treatment such as this. I am not even sure that I had reached a full erection before I let out a deafening roar as my cock simply exploded amongst a sea of wet tongues and warm mouths. "You all keep his cum this round and have it for yourselves," Kristanna said to her counterparts. The ladies giggled with delight as sperm shot out from within my cock, flying every-which-way. I could not see everything which took place between them, but I am sure a few of the ladies caught some of my jizz with an extended tongue or open mouth. Others, I would wager, found a beautiful face from which to lick it from. I can also safely assume that there were a few cum-filled kisses as well. I was now officially past the point of exhaustion... ------- The next minute or two was quite hazy for me. I nearly blacked out from not only the unequaled stimulation which these ravenous hellcats had provided me with, but also the extreme level of tiredness that was so prevalent in me. Hey, I am a 40-year-old man. I no longer have the energy or staying power of someone half my age. On the other hand, massive group sex sessions like this were not very common for us. The ladies knew that I was only one man and had my limitations; they would never put my own health at risk by demanding gang-bangs like this on a routine basis. The overwhelming majority of my sex life consisted of one-on-one couplings, with an occasional three-some mixed in. It seemed to be someone different - or a different mix - almost every time. That made things even more interesting. I was jarred back to reality and the present time, though, when I felt a body glide over top of me and settle there. I opened my eyes and realized it was Kristanna, who apparently wanted to cuddle with me for a bit as the others were now busy elsewhere. Trish and Lindsay were locked together in a spirited 69. Meanwhile, Pamela was busy drilling Devon's luscious pussy with a finger while Amy sat by next to them, and openly masturbated. Again, I was just one man... "I love you so much, Jeremy," Kristanna reiterated with a light purr, nuzzling her nose in tight upon my neck. She was clearly enjoying the fact that I was in a vulnerable state of mind following the sexual massacre which had just taken place. "You okay, baby?" she wondered. "Fine," I managed to tell her, breathless. "Our little family is so happy!" Kristanna chirped. "Is Scarlett still coming over for dinner tonight?" Pamela asked, perhaps to no one in particular. "Yeah," Devon responded. "She will be here at five." "Scarlett?" I countered, my voice weak. "Who is Scarlett?" Kristanna giggled at me. "Jeremy, you silly man! You know who Scarlett is ... she is the nurse from the hospital! Scarlett is the one who was there when I gave birth to Kaden." "The smoking hot blonde!" Devon reminded me. "Who already admitted to Krissy that she is bisexual and is intrigued by our lifestyle," Pamela added. "You invited Scarlett to our home for dinner tonight?" "I bet she licks a mean pussy," Amy chimed in. "I didn't invite her, no," Kristanna told me. "Devvy and Pamela did. I think Devvy is more interested in her than I am - and that's saying an awful lot." Devon giggled at me. "Maybe one day soon you'll have seven girls to satisfy, Jeremy, instead of the six you do now." As I began to contemplate those words and the possible ramifications of them, I heard a sudden fit of crying. It happened literally out of nowhere. Surprisingly enough, it was not the baby, Kaden. Trish was the one who was crying. "Of course I'll marry you!" Trish exclaimed to Lindsay, her face suddenly saturated in tears, as the two hugged and clutched madly off to the side. "WOAH!" Amy erupted, quickly crawling over to them. "WHAT?" Devon demanded, as she and Kristanna followed Amy. Pamela stayed still, but looked their way. "Lindsay just asked me to marry her!" Trish sobbed, overcome with emotion and absolute joy. She really broke down and started to cry. It was like a tidal wave hit her all at once. "I ... I wo-would have nev-never th-th-thought in a m-m-m-million years that L-Lindsay..." "I love you, and you're the perfect girl for me," Lindsay advised Trish, tears running down her own cheeks. Smiling at me, Pamela reached over and grasped my hand as Lindsay added, "I want you to be the first person that I marry. There is no better choice than you." "Oh God, Lindsay!" Trish bawled, still overcome with raw emotion. She certainly could not have ever envisioned this happening. No one could. I always thought Trish would be the one who proposed to Lindsay. When Kristanna hugged both Trish and Lindsay, it set off a chain reaction. Devon and Amy made it a five-way hug. Pamela looked at me and nodded her head; I gingerly swept her up into my arms, then carried her over to the group and it was suddenly a seven-way hug. "Congratulations!" Kristanna cooed. "Oh my God!" "I'm so happy for both of you!" Amy gushed. "This is awesome!" Pamela observed. "Are you going to get married in Ohio?" Devon asked. "Uh huh," Lindsay nodded. "I want Trish to be the one that my family watches me marry. She has always been there for me ever since day one. I owe this to her." Trish was still crying. This was undoubtedly the greatest moment of her life. Nothing may ever top it. What made it even better was the simple fact that this seemed so spontaneous and out-of-the-blue. Did Lindsay actually plan this? Who would have ever imagined in a million years that, between herself and Trish, Lindsay would ultimately be the one who proposed marriage for their relationship? "I don't ... I don't even know ... wh-wh-what to s-s-s-say." Trish was still dumbfounded. Could anyone blame her? "You're next, Jeremy," Lindsay suddenly proclaimed, her gaze fixated upon me. "After I marry Trish, you and I are getting married here in Norway." I chuckled. "Are you proposing marriage to me now, too?" "Not really," she answered, her tone one half peppy, the other half innocent. "More like telling you." Several of the ladies cooed and giggled because of that playful comment. I got a good laugh out of it, too. Sweet, little Lindsay was telling me that I was going to marry her? I actually liked the sound of that... "And once we are husband and wife, Jeremy," Lindsay said, "I want you to get me pregnant, too." (!!!) ------- Soon, I would have four wives. I was already married to Kristanna and Amy. Pamela would be my bride less a month from now. Lindsay? Probably late in the year, I imagine. It was only a matter of time before the circle was complete, and Devon and Trish would be my wives as well. But perhaps there was room for the circle to expand. During Kristanna's stay in the hospital, all of the ladies seemed to be wildly enamored with Scarlett - the blonde Nordic beauty - who was her primary nurse. I was not openly looking to add to our little family, but would be a fool to pass on someone such as Scarlett considering how much the others were attracted to her and, even more importantly, if she was ultimately a good fit for us. Only time would tell... Baby, baby, baby! Kaden was already here, and Piper was on the way. In September, Amy was going to undergo a surgical procedure called Tubal Ligation Reversal - which would hopefully undo the fact that she got her tubes tied a decade ago - all but eliminating any chance that she could ever become pregnant. With the forthcoming procedure, though, we had high hopes that it would be successful and Amy could one day, in fact, carry a baby herself and give birth. She very badly wanted to have a child with me. And now, I had just learned that Lindsay wanted me to impregnate her as well. Wow! Just how many children was I going to have with all six (or maybe even seven - WHO KNOWS) of these women? One thing was for certain, though. The future for me was bright, and full of happiness. There would be bumps in the road here and there - as with all relationships - but any problems would ultimately pass and fade away, and our group would be stronger and even more committed as a result. Indeed, each new day was better than the one before it. ------- UPDATE (September 14, 2014): Pamela and I got married on August 29, but we are postponing the honeymoon until our daughter Piper is born. Amy recently had her surgery, and the doctor says it was a success. Lindsay is going to marry Trish on December 23, 2014 in front of her family in Cincinnati, and then marry me five days later here in Norway. Kristanna and Amy are engaged to Lindsay as well. Pamela is talking about popping the question to Kristanna. I am going to ask both Devon and Trish soon myself. Kaden is a happy six-week-old and in perfect health. Oh, and Scarlett is a frequent "guest" of ours and would even be accompanying us to the United States for the big wedding in December. I could say many wonderful things about her, but I will simply leave it at this - Scarlett sucks cock with the best of them. I would not trade this life for anything! *** THE END, of Island Fever 2: Eternity *** (and the end of the series)