1 comments/ 13158 views/ 8 favorites Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 01 By: Jeremydcp PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a short (3 to 5 chapter) sequel to "Island Fever" and "Island Fever 2: Eternity". In order to fully understand this story and the unique situation that its cast of characters find themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with "Island Fever" and "Island Fever 2: Eternity", and their plot lines. In other words, if you have not read the prior two stories in the series, please do not attempt to even bother with this. Both of those previous stories can be found on this website. I had no intention of writing another sequel, but chose to do so due to reader requests and demands. I hope you enjoy! -------- Chapter 1: Postpartum -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- "You're doing good tonight," I cooed, my voice soft and tender, as I cradled Piper - my three-week-old daughter - in my arms. "Oh wow ... you're doing really good." Her breathing slow and heavy, and her expression relaxed and serene, Piper had just drifted off to sleep as I held her. She had been quite fussy for most of the day, but settled down and now had fallen asleep without much resistance. This was a milestone of sorts for me - it was the first time my newborn daughter had actually gone to sleep in my arms. It was a common occurrence for her to do so while Pamela - her mother and my beloved wife - held her, but this was a first for me. As a result, I found myself nearly ready to melt. The process of watching this tiny infant fall asleep as I cradled her was absolutely intoxicating to me. It was easy to tell that Pamela was Piper's mother because they shared some very similar characteristics. Piper had blonde hair and brown eyes just like her mother (although that hair was just a sparse covering at such an early stage of life), and the same type of gorgeous, adorable face. Piper was, simply put, a miniature version of Pamela. Quite the proud, doting father, I could not be any happier. "Wait until she is a teen-ager," a friend once warned us. Piper Michelle [Last Name], who was born into the world on November 25th at 6 pounds and 2 ounces, was my angel in life. Pamela and I had been through quite a lot of ups and downs together in the 17 months we had known each other - including the last three-and-a-half as husband and wife - but the birth of Piper was, without a doubt, the most bonding moment of our entire relationship. Piper was our little miracle. I held and kissed Pamela's hand throughout several hours of painful labor, doing whatever I could to ease and guide her along. But when the moment came and I saw my baby girl for the first time, I felt so overwhelmed that I broke down and started crying. I was happy for myself, of course, but much more thrilled for Pamela. I believe that was where the extra emotion came from. After everything Pamela had been through in her life, all of her dreams had finally come true. She was not married and finally happy, but now also a mother. "Aren't you the sweetest, little thing?" I commented, laying Piper down in her crib and then wrapping her into a baby blanket. She had difficulties sleeping in the crib unless the blanket was all nice and snug around her body. Her doctor theorized that Piper missed the cozy comfort of her mother's uterus, and did not like being put down into a big, open space where she could flail about so easily. Thus, we took the doctor's advice and kept Piper bundled up in a lightweight blanket. So far, the tactic was working. Piper must have felt safe and confined in the blanket. She had been sleeping much better in the crib as of late. "You actually got her to sleep?" Pamela whispered with a grin, stepping into the room. "Ohhhhh." Pamela continued smiling as she strolled over to the crib and glanced down at our precious daughter. "Isn't she something special?" I planted a simple kiss upon my wife's lips. "Piper is going to be your twin one day, sweetheart. She is the most beautiful baby girl in the whole, wide world. Never in my wildest dreams could I have asked for a more beautiful baby girl. But look at who her Mommy is. It's understandable." Pamela offered me a smile, then leaned down and planted the most gentle of kisses upon Piper's forehead. "That is our little pumpkin, Jeremy. I still cannot believe that she is my daughter. To just know ... that I carried her inside of me for OVER nine months. And now, she is alive, and perfectly healthy. I still cannot believe it. You and I helped make a life, Jeremy. Think of that. We helped make a LIFE!" "Our love for each other is what made that life," I told her. Thinking ahead, I laughed. "Whenever Piper asks us where babies come from - maybe ten years from now - that is going to be our answer. A man and a woman has a baby when they love each other. It's a great answer." "Whoa ... one step at a time," Pamela giggled, her voice gentle. "Piper still has her first word and first steps ahead of her. It's a little early to start thinking about what to say when she asks about the birds and the bees." "You have a point there..." I conceded. Pamela wrapped both arms around my shoulders and smiled once again. "Come on, Jeremy. Let's go to the theater room. The baby monitor will let us know if Piper wakes up and starts crying." Pamela kissed me and coyly added, "Kristanna is waiting for us there." -------- Pamela was not my only wife, nor the only woman who lived with me and I helped care for. Piper was not my only newborn child, either. My life, as you may imagine, was as hectic and as busy as ever. And it kept getting more frantic each day. I spent eight hours Christmas shopping for my collection of three wives, one fiancee and three girlfriends earlier in the day, all of whom resided here on the farm in Norway with me and shared our lives together as one. Christmas shopping for seven women - each with their own individual interests and wish list - was not an easy task! What made things even more difficult was the simple fact that I felt compelled to spend an absolute fortune on every single one of them. Winter in Norway could be quite chilly, especially at night - it was -12ºC at the moment (or 10ºF), so it felt good to be home and warm after fighting my way through waves of shoppers earlier in the day. It was also an opportunity to kick back and relax, and get some much-needed rest. Tomorrow, our little entourage would be traveling on an airplane flight across the Atlantic Ocean to first Canada, then the United States. Why? A mere seven days from now - in Cincinnati - Trish and Lindsay were going to marry each other in what promised to be a memorable church ceremony. Like everyone else, I could not wait for it to happen! "I got you a new book to read today while at the store, Jeremy," Kristanna, who was one of my three wives, said to me with a vibrant smile as Pamela and I stepped into the theater room. "You can read it on the flight tomorrow if you like." Kristanna held up its cover and showed it to me. "It's a book about being a father, with tips and advice." Standing at my side, Pamela chuckled and smirked at me. "Oh, yeah. You need all the help you can get with that, Jeremy. Not only do you have Kaden and Piper as children now, but Amy is five weeks pregnant and Lindsay wants you to get her pregnant too." Pamela paused, then shook her head emphatically. "By this time next year, there will be four screaming and crying babies ruling this house, and YOU will be the father of all of them. At least four..." I laughed, unsure what to make of that vision. "What if Devon, Trish and Scarlett suddenly want to become pregnant?" "Trish already does want to become pregnant," Pamela informed me. "She just hasn't told you yet." "Oh really?" Pamela nodded again. "Trish and Lindsay want you to get them both pregnant at the same time, so they give birth around the same time. But you didn't hear that from me." Exasperated for a split-second, I shook my head and lightly growled. "You girls must think I'm a machine." "You're the only man amongst seven women," Kristanna reminded me, reaching out with both arms and signaling for me to come closer to her. "Eventually you will have to get all of us pregnant - some of us two or three times each." She waved her arms about in an exaggerated manner toward me and concluded, "You know we all want to be mommies." Once I closed the distance between us, Kristanna embraced me lovingly and pulled me down into a kneeling position just in front of her. After the mutual hug lingered for a good 20 or 30 seconds, Kristanna retrieved Kaden - my son and first-born child - from the portable baby bed next to her and extended him to me. I gingerly took him into my arms. "Be very gentle," Kristanna advised me. "Kaden has been cranky and upset most of the day, but he seems settled down now and in much better spirits. Don't want to upset him." "Kaden will be fine with me," I assured her. Kristanna's smile was beaming as Pamela strolled up to us and sat down in the chair next to her. "How is Piper, honey? Were you and Jeremy able to lay her down without issue?" "Piper fell asleep in Jeremy's arms," Pamela murmured. "You should have seen the look on his face." "Awwwww!" Kristanna giggled, teasing me. "Hey, that was the first time Piper went to sleep while I was holding her," I said, defending myself. Then, I focused my attention toward my four-and-a-half month old son and observed, "Wild Man looks more tired to me than anything else." I turned toward his mother and clarified, "Was the last time Kaden napped just before dinner?" "Yes," Kristanna answered. My eyes went wide as Kristanna then offered Pamela a very slow and deep, sensuous kiss. Surprised, Pamela was glowing in its aftermath and had a heartfelt, genuine smile as Kristanna mused, "I'm so proud of you, honey. Piper is going to grow up with the best mother in the whole, wide world. She is such a lucky little girl." "Kaden and Piper are also lucky to have the best daddy in the world in Jeremy," Pamela quietly offered, her eyes full of pride and devotion, as she glanced at me. "Not as lucky as I am to have you and Krissy as my wives," I told Pamela in response, before kissing her for emphasis. Pamela smiled and grasped my right hand, then Kristanna took hold of my left and squeezed thoroughly. Kristanna was still smiling. "You've come a really long way since your old life in Maryland. Haven't you, Pamela?" "Yes, I most definitely have," Pamela responded, her tone insightful. "I have a husband in Jeremy, I'm going to marry both you and Amy in January ... hopefully Devon, Trish and Lindsay soon after that, and maybe even Scarlett down the road. This is a lot different than how I ever imagined my life would be. My life is truly AMAZING now." "You have me and the other girls, yes," I told Pamela. "But you also have Piper." A tear streaked down Pamela's face as I continued, "You are going to be an awesome mother; a GREAT mother. I can already tell." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "You have no idea just how much I' m looking forward to watching you grow and develop as a mother over the next several years." "Everything for our trip tomorrow is done and ready to go, right?" Kristanna said to me, wanting clarification. "You have all of our luggage and belongings packed in the SUV?" "Yes, Krissy." "Great!" she returned. "I just cannot wait for Trish and Lindsay to finally get married next week in Cincinnati. Trish loves Lindsay SO MUCH. She is floating on cloud nine right now, knowing that in just seven days, she will marry Lindsay in front of all of her friends and family in a big, proper church wedding. I just wish it was happening today!" Pamela pouted. "It's going to be tough for me to leave Piper behind here in Norway, but I cannot bring her on such a long flight. Not this close from being born. If it was anyone other than your parents looking after her, Krissy, I simply would not go. But I trust them to take care of her." "We COULD bring Kaden along if we wanted - he is more than developed and old enough to withstand a transoceanic flight - but Jeremy and I ultimately decided to leave him with Momma and Papa too," Kristanna said. "I just want to focus all of my effort and energy onto Trish and Lindsay while we are in Cincinnati. It will be THEIR time. Though, it will be tough for me to leave Kaden behind, too." "Can you imagine just how beautiful Trish and Lindsay will look in their bridal gowns?" "Not any more beautiful than you looked when you married Jeremy in your bridal gown," Kristanna told Pamela. "I was six months pregnant and big as a rain barrel..." "That made you even more beautiful!" Kristanna exclaimed, giggling for an added effect. Next, she took Kaden from me and began to sway the infant back-and-forth within her arms. "Oh, you're a tired little dude, aren't you? Sleepy! You're exhausted! Why don't we give you a nap right now?" She proceeded to lay Kaden down into his portable baby bed and, after making certain he was tucked in and comfortable, Kristanna returned to her seat here in the theater and rested the side of her face upon Pamela's shoulder. "I don't know about the two of you," Kristanna remarked, "but I'm never going to get tired of this wedding business. I LOVE weddings! We have so many more weddings to go through before everyone in our little family is married to each other. Each wedding, whether big or small, is so exciting." "I still remember your wedding with Devon," Pamela said to Kristanna. "I will never get the image of it out of my mind. I never really thought of two women getting married to each other before, but sure enough, it happened. It was a truly beautiful ceremony. You and Devon are perfect together." I chuckled. "I now pronounce you wife and wife." "Let us not forget, Jeremy, that YOU are going to marry Lindsay here in Norway a mere five days after she marries Trish in Cincinnati," Kristanna mused. "Are you excited?" "Of course I am," was my response. "Lindsay is Jeremy's little sweetheart!" Pamela chirped. "But I am focusing on Lindsay's wedding with Trish," I told my two brides. "I want everything about it to be perfect because all of their families will be there to witness it. My wedding with Lindsay, by comparison, will be much smaller and take place here on the farm." Kristanna chewed on her lip momentarily and smiled. "Then I get to marry Pammy in just a few short weeks, and she will be marrying Amy shortly thereafter. I want to marry Lindsay, too. I think I will propose to her Christmas Day." "Pamela!" came the quick correction, before those eyes of hers flashed and she fixated upon Kristanna. "Why do you insist on calling me PAMMY?" Kristanna offered a playful, mischievous expression. "Oh, I don't know." She twirled her head about several times in succession and snickered, "Maybe because it is your NAME?" "You know I don't like being called Pammy!" she retorted with a giggle, smacking Kristanna's shoulder in playful, mock disgust. "I need to come up with a bad name for you!" "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Jeremy?" "I don't know," I told Kristanna, offering her a quizzical expression. "What are you thinking?" She pointed toward Pamela's chest. "That those titties need to come out and play." Indeed, I had already noticed that about Pamela (on multiple occasions) since arriving home from my day of holiday shopping. With an awe-inspiring pair of majestic, 38d-sized breasts, the form-fitting blouse that Pamela wore actually seemed two or three sizes too small for her. As a result, those breasts of hers appeared ready to explode and burst free from the confines of the white, clingy fabric. "What are you doing, Krissy?" Pamela squealed, as the 25-year-old reached out and began to not only fondle her breasts with both hands, but pop a few of the buttons as well. She tried to shoo Kristanna's hands away, but was unsuccessful. "I don't want to have sex yet. You know the doctor suggested that I wait a whole month to be safe." "You gave birth three weeks ago," Kristanna countered. "You'll be fine. That same doctor told me to wait a month as well after Kaden was born, but I was back to having sex and enjoying myself in LESS than three weeks. Trust me, Pammy. You'll be fine. We will take it slow." She grunted. "My name is Pamela!" Kristanna snickered. She loved getting that reaction out of Pamela. It was all in good-natured fun. "Oh yes," Kristanna swooned, now having undone all of the buttons and pulling the stretchy blouse down across Pamela's shoulders. "Those titties definitely need to come out and play." She unsnapped her bra in back, then peeled it upward and finally, those bare breasts were free. "What do you think, Jeremy?" Pamela wondered, glancing my way for confirmation. "Do you think I'll be okay?" "I haven't tasted that delicious, little pussy of yours since before Piper was born," Kristanna offered, now tugging and yanking at her dress pants. "I do not want to wait any longer. I don't think Jeremy does, either." "Do you know where the others are?" I asked Kristanna. "Devvy, Trish, Lindsay, Amy and Scarlett are all in the recreation room watching some superhero movie on the big television there. Why? Would you like me to go and get them, and turn this into a REAL party? You know that everyone wants a piece of Pamela in the worst way possible. We all have been waiting patiently since she gave birth." "No," I chuckled, shaking my head. "Being with the two of you is plenty enough for me tonight." "Oh my God!" Pamela abruptly exclaimed, her long, delicate fingers tightly grasping my wrist, as Kristanna burrowed her face between her thighs and immediately began lapping away. "Jeremy..." Pamela suddenly moaned, her face awash with sweet desire and ecstasy, her eyes focused squarely on me. It was clearly obvious that she did not expect Kristanna to begin performing oral sex on her right out of the gate. "I think it's time that Krissy and I - as well as the others - start to enjoy your body again," I told Pamela, answering her earlier question. "Three weeks is more than enough time for you to fully heal. Do you think you're up for a little fun, and will be okay?" When Pamela nodded her head at me, I again took her hand into mine and kissed it tenderly. "As Krissy said, we will take it easy." "Hmmmmm, this pussy is delicious!" Kristanna rumbled, her face literally jammed between Pamela's inviting thighs. "I think I forgot just how good it tastes!" "Krissy!" Pamela mewed, reaching down and resting a hand upon her head. "Krissy, let me kiss you." I smiled as an instant later, Kristanna darted upward and met Pamela's mouth with her own for a searing, tongue-filled kiss. The two ladies basically attempted to devour each other through their savory exchange of lips and tongues. At the same time, Kristanna was copping cheap feels of Pamela's breasts. She responded in kind by squeezing and massaging Kristanna's lush, drum-tight ass with both hands. "I need more of that pussy," Kristanna moaned, suddenly breaking the kiss, before going down on Pamela yet again. She proceeded to offer Pamela's clitoris a series of slow, rhythmic swipes with her tongue. Meanwhile, I helped Pamela get rid of the remainder of her blouse and bra. She was now nude, sprawled out across the chair, in front of me. "How do you think I look?" Pamela asked me, more than a hint of trepidation in her voice. Like most new mothers, Pamela was way too overly self-conscious and insecure about her physical appearance. Truth is, there was not much change in Pamela's body from how I remembered it from when before she was pregnant. There was a little extra weight, yes, but that was to be expected after giving birth just three weeks ago. I certainly was not going to complain or harp about it. She still maintained all of her wondrous curves and luscious charms, though. Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 01 But most of all, however, she was still Pamela. Whether needing to lose 20 pounds or even 200, I would always feel the same way about Pamela. Nothing would ever change that. "You look beautiful," I assured her, which brought forth a smile. "You look more beautiful now than you ever have." "Trish will have any excess weight off of you in no time flat," Kristanna told Pamela, her tongue still humming away upon those precious folds. "You know Trish is our resident fitness expert and instructor. She had me back to my old weight of 115 pounds in just two months with a good diet and plenty of exercise after Kaden was born." "You look amazing," Pamela told her fiancee. "No one would ever guess that you gave birth in July, Krissy. Your body is so lean, and muscular ... it's so perfect." "I need to get you pregnant again," I teased Pamela, which elicited an expression of surprise and momentary fright from her. "That belly of yours needs to be full again." "Not yet!" she shot back with a nervous smile. "Not yet!" Taking an aggressive stance, I leaned forward and moved my lips to Pamela's mouth and proceeded to kiss her with an equal amount of lust and devotion. When she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her large, luscious breasts upon my chest, something inside of me snapped. It just snapped. I crushed Pamela into my embrace and ravaged her mouth with my own, my tongue diving far and deep to taste its recesses. Once Pamela squealed out in arousal, I was assured that she enjoyed my lustful advances. Thus, I decided to go further. I slid one hand between our squished bodies, only to cup and massage one of her breasts. Pamela responded by trailing her right hand all across my shoulders and lower back, finally coming to a rest near my hip. The 31-year-old broke our shared kiss and then glanced down at Kristanna, whose tongue was still blazing a heated trail over and across her clitoris, before re-focusing upon me. Pamela was breathless as she said, "Leave it to you and Krissy to get me all hot and bothered like this following such an ordinary, simple discussion." "We try our best," Kristanna chimed in, the sounds of animalistic hunger present in her voice, as her tongue continued to flick and work its magic over Pamela's pussy. "Oh, Krissy!" Pamela screeched, and I quickly got the sense that she was very close to an orgasm. I went silent and motionless, standing there on my knees, as I watched Pamela's cover-girl face go through a myriad of positive emotions and expressions. Soon, that face tightened up, and then her eyes went wide and bulging as she hemmed and squealed in the joyous bliss of orgasm. "God, Krissy!" Pamela cried once the pleasure wave crested, then faded away. She wiped her brow with a forearm and moaned, "No one licks my pussy quite like you do! No one!" I moved out of the way as Pamela reached down with both hands and cupped Kristanna's face with them. She gently pulled upward, causing Kristanna to finally dislodge herself from between her moist, tantalizing thighs. Of course, Kristanna's face was coated with pussy juice. "I love you!" Pamela told Kristanna, her voice full of fervor and affection. "I love you so much!" "I love you too," Kristanna returned, leaning up and planting a simple kiss upon Pamela's forehead. "I want to watch you and Jeremy together for a bit," Pamela offered, those words definitely catching my attention. Kristanna wasted no time in granting Pamela's request. She placed both hands upon my chest and pushed forward until I was flat on my back upon the carpeted floor of the in-home theater. She then slithered over top of me and closed her mouth upon mine, her tongue seeking out and finding my very own. I encircled Kristanna's body with both arms and held her warmly, tasting Pamela's release upon her face at the same time, but eventually my hands roamed downward and squeezed her nice, denim-clad ass. Kristanna wiggled her pelvis upon mine in a lewd, suggestive manner, sending hot pulses of sexual electricity coursing throughout my soul. Not only was Kristanna's ass firm, but it was also ripe and luscious. I pinched and squeezed the supple, taut flesh, and even slipped my hands into her back pockets. Kristanna seemed to wiggle about some more as I did that. But I soon realized that she enjoyed the sensations of her pelvis rubbing itself over and across the hard, aching bulge within my trousers. That really seemed to get her going. Kristanna yelped and giggled with arousal once I spun her around and pinned her beneath me upon the floor. I looked at Kristanna for a moment - admiring her face and its beauty - then kissed her with great abandon. This time, I groped her breasts with both hands and got rid of her tank-top, too. She snaked her hands underneath my own shirt and ran them alongside my shoulder blades and back, her long, sharp fingernails sending erotic shivers down to my very core. I broke our mutual kiss, but quickly descended upon her neck and began to lick and nibble upon the sensitive skin. The erstwhile, energetic blonde now cradled my head with both hands and cooed out her approval. When I unhooked Kristanna's white bra and slid it from her shoulders, I was insatiable and hungry as I attached my lips to one of her pert nipples and began feasting away upon it. But as was often the case whenever Kristanna and I were together, things began to spiral and eventually reach a whole new level. The ravenous hellcat spun me around and pinned me beneath her, her mouth now assaulting my own. Turnabout is fair play, of course, so I returned the favor by flipping her over and doing the same to her. Our shared kiss had reached staggering proportions by the time we both rose up to our knees, our bodies entwined and violently bumping together as one. I did not even realize during that maddening sequence that I had unbuttoned Kristanna's denim jeans and pulled them, as well as her white G-string underneath, down to mid-thigh. Pamela sure did, though, and she used it as an opportunity to seize the moment and have a little fun with Kristanna. Also on her knees, I watched intently as Pamela slid behind Kristanna and then offered her bare ass a hard, back-handed slap which, needless to say, surprised the Norwegian to no end. She responded by breaking our kiss and shooting a look back at Pamela, before re-attaching her mouth to mine. Seconds later, however, Pamela slapped her ass again. And again. After a fourth blow, Kristanna squealed madly and shot another glance Pamela's way. "Stop that!" she said, staring at Pamela, who could barely contain her laughter, for several seconds. Kristanna seemed to be stewing as she turned back around to face me, only to kiss me once more. "You know you love it," Pamela sneered, before she gave the 25-year-old's backside a series of hard, unrelenting swats. Kristanna finally screamed out and, in the process, flung around and focused all of her attention on Pamela. "Stop that!" she insisted, albeit in a playful tone. Pamela offered an innocent expression, but the very instant Kristanna turned away, the busty blonde smacked her ass yet again. This caused Kristanna to turn and stare an absolute hole through Pamela, who only had these five words to say in defense of herself: "Oops ... I did it again." This time, Kristanna brought Pamela into her arms and held her close, then screamed, "Get her, Jeremy!" It was a playful and spirited attack as I knelt down on the other side of them and began to spank and pepper Pamela's own ass with my right hand. I could never hurt Pamela, nor was she into the bondage lifestyle like my other wife, Amy was, so this definitely qualified as a pleasure spanking. Still, Pamela overreacted - flailing her arms around like a fish out of water as she attempted to escape our dual clutches. "You deserve to be spanked for calling me Pammy!" she roared at Kristanna, now unable to control her laughter. "Not me, but you! You should be spanking Krissy, Jeremy!" "We need to get that big cock inside of you," Kristanna said to Pamela, her tone strong and emphatic, as she released her and I put an end to the pleasure spanking. "Yes we do." Kristanna reached into my trousers and took a firm grasp at the very base of my erection, then fished it out and into open view. Her blue eyes darted that way for an instant and she licked her lips at the sight, before using her other hand to help pull my trousers and briefs further down my legs. "Just please be careful," was Pamela's only request of me, the uncertainty from earlier returning to her eyes. I did not enjoy that look from her whatsoever. It was multiplied ten-fold once Pamela started to weep and sob completely out of the blue. Thus, I came to an immediate decision. I could see the disappointment wash over Kristanna's face as she tilted her head and inspected Pamela. She wanted this coupling to end by holding onto my shaft and helping insert it into that sweet, tender pussy, only then to sit back and watch as Pamela and I rocked each others' world. But she knew me too well. Kristanna knew what my decision was. Pamela was just three weeks removed from childbirth, and it was obvious that the act of sexual intercourse with me was not something that she was ready for just yet. Kristanna could surely empathize with that. After all, the doctor did tell Pamela - and Kristanna before her - to wait a full month after giving birth before resuming full sexual activity. The absolute last thing we needed was for something to go wrong, and Pamela to wind up in the emergency room because of excessive bleeding, or an infection. This was also a prime example of the way Pamela had been acting over the previous three weeks. She could all happy and smiles one minute, then feel down and depressed - even to the point of crying - the next. Was it baby blues? Tonight was her best yet since giving birth. Pamela was cheerful and engaging, but that came to an abrupt halt once Kristanna suggested that I penetrate her. I hoped that this was nothing more than a phase that she was going through. "Okay, honey," Kristanna relented, reaching out and gently stroking Pamela's face. "It's okay," she tried to soothe her, but Pamela kept crying. "Maybe Jeremy can lick your pussy like I did, and help get you off that way instead." "I'm not having full-blown sex with you until you are 100 percent comfortable and ready with the idea," I told her. "It is YOUR body, Pamela," I added, as she wiped tears away from her bleary eyes. "You make the decisions for it." She sniffed her nose. "I'd like to wait a month like the doctor said. I know Krissy started early, and was okay." "You're not Krissy." "No, I'm not." She dabbed away some more tears and then pined, "I'd like to watch you and Krissy together some more, Jeremy. I want you to fuck her for me." "Oh really?" Kristanna chirped, obviously very keen to that idea, as she slipped her jeans and G-string the rest of the way off. "I cannot argue with that!" As I nodded my head, Pamela helped roll Kristanna onto her back upon the floor. Seated on her knees directly behind Kristanna, Pamela reached forward and tightly latched onto her fiancee's long, lean legs, and spread them far apart. This gave me an open invitation to plunge myself into that pussy. It was an opportunity that I simply could not pass up. "Fuck her, Jeremy," Pamela encouraged me, trailing one of her hands over and across Kristanna's firm, tight breasts. "Fuck her for me. Fuck her HARD. Give her what she needs!" "What you need is a spanking!" Kristanna said to Pamela, an instant before I forged my way into her. The look upon Kristanna's face changed accordingly. She tensed up and glared at me with hot, smoldering eyes. "Yes, Jeremy. Oh yes ... hmmmmm. That feels so good..." "Fuck her!" Pamela squealed, and soon I was doing just that. I thrusted myself in-and-out of Kristanna at a good, brisk pace, my hard shaft invading the depths of her pussy. Everything was going according to script until Pamela pressed her lips close to Kristanna's ear and whispered something into it. Then, Kristanna whispered something in return to Pamela. A moment later, both ladies giggled and looked at me. Pamela maneuvered herself around so she was now behind me upon the floor. She encircled my body with her arms and then pulled me (and my thrusting cock) away from Kristanna. I was curious as to what was happening until Pamela had me lay down flat upon my back. When I did so, Kristanna swung one leg over my pelvis - so she was straddling my hips upon her knees. Eventually, she lowered herself onto my shaft. Its head slipped into her pussy, which caused Kristanna to groan as she slowly nudged her way further downward. Soon, my entire length was embedded deep inside of her. Kristanna began riding me slowly, rocking back-and-forth. She reached down with both hands and used my chest as her balancing point. The blonde then sighed in utter lust as her gyrations and motions slowly but surely quickened. Eventually, Kristanna squealed and cried in total arousal as she was bouncing about at maximum speed. Her face flooded with passion, Kristanna's modest, firm breasts flopped about wildly as she continued to scream out her approval. Laying flat upon my back with an unobstructed view of the beautiful Kristanna as she sat atop my erection and rode me like a cowgirl, I was in pure Heaven right now. My shaft was deep within the confines of her sweet, little pussy, filling it to the absolute hilt. Could this night be any better? Yes, as a matter of fact ... it could. As if having one gorgeous woman was not enough, I was quickly reminded that there was another in the room. From seemingly out of nowhere, Pamela swung a leg over my face and then lowered her pussy to my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue went to work - lapping away at Pamela's wetness. Clearly, Pamela was comfortable with the idea of having oral sex performed on her. Due to the health risks and possible complications, though, this was where she drew the line. I was fine with her not wanting to go any further just yet. Pamela responded to my oral probing by cupping her full breasts with both hands and offering them healthy squeezes. Her entire body squirmed and writhed about atop my tongue. "OH MY GOD!" Kristanna roared, still bouncing about wildly upon my cock. "I'm ... I'm gonna CUM!" Kristanna settled down upon my erection and then screamed out at the very top of her lungs, "OHHHHH! I'M CUMMING!" "Cum inside of her pussy!" Pamela told me, as Kristanna experienced the ultimate in pleasure and release atop me. I heeded Pamela's words and released the inner grip I had on myself, which allowed my cock to erupt and coat the lush depths of Kristanna's exquisite pussy with my sperm. After both of us rocked together for several seconds in mutual climax, Kristanna took a very deep breath and then dislodged herself from my shaft. Still nestled atop my face, Pamela leaned all the way down and grasped my deflated cock with her hand and stroked it tenderly. She then took it into her mouth, her tongue leisurely twirling across it. Still, I had Pamela's prime and delicate pussy staring me right in the face. Even though my body felt as if it had been drained because of that experience with Kristanna, I continued to lick and swipe away at those glistening folds. Needless to say, Pamela's pussy was absolutely scrumptious. The feast was taken away from me, however, as Pamela suddenly removed her pussy from my face. It was replaced with her own face. Pamela nestled down on top of me and pressed her lips to mine, offering me a full, deep kiss. I moaned as waves of sensations swirled throughout all of my soul. Soon, I was embracing Pamela with both arms. God, I said to myself, lost in thought for a brief moment. Could my life possibly be any better than it already was? -------- It certainly had been quite an eventful past couple of months for yours truly following the events of what was supposed to be the final chapter of my "Island Fever" diary and series. Several readers kept begging and pleading for more, so here I am with a quick check-in on my life. The previous chapter detailed the birth of my first child with Kristanna (Kaden) and the raucous celebration which took place once they returned home from the hospital. Lindsay shocked everyone by proposing marriage to Trish (we were all waiting for the opposite to happen (i.e. Trish popping the question to Lindsay herself)). Then, Lindsay made her intentions of wanting to marry me be known as well. Mere seconds after her proposal to Trish, Lindsay basically informed me that she and I were now officially engaged, too. The chapter ended with a brief mention of a newcomer to our little family, Scarlett, and the fact that she was fitting in quite nicely ("Scarlett sucks cock with the best of them" was how I simply (and poorly) described her). I will talk about Scarlett in much more deserved detail later. As for each of the ladies individually, who better to start with than the one and only Kristanna? Even after going through the grueling ordeal of giving birth - a process which saps many women of their strength and motivation - Kristanna seemed as energetic and as lively as ever. For as long as I had known her, Kristanna always seemed to enjoy attacking life head on. Being a new mother and dealing with its challenges was no different. That good, upbeat attitude of hers always persisted no matter what. Kristanna and that outgoing, gregarious personality of hers was still the life of the party, so to speak, but I also must amend that by saying that she had a lot of help from the others - most notably Devon and Lindsay - when it came to watching and taking care of Kaden. Being a new mother had not overwhelmed her because she had so much love and support, and was more than happy to let the others assist her. There was no denying the fact that since the birth of our daughter in late November, Pamela seemed subdued and even somewhat depressed. Pamela had been uncharacteristically irritable, had trouble sleeping and did not have much of an appetite. This was perfectly normal - many women have similar emotions after giving birth, especially for the first time. The good news? Eventually, their feelings return to normal. Do not misperceive what I am saying here, though. While Pamela may be going through a mild to moderate form of Postpartum Depression, she was overjoyed with the birth of Piper and the fact that she now had her very own daughter to take care of and raise. Of course, I was going to be there by her side - as her husband and Piper's father - for every step of the way. I had confidence that in due time, Pamela would conquer these troubling feelings and get back to her normal self. Much like Kristanna, she had all of the love and support that any one person could ever ask for. I should also point out that between the events of the previous chapter and now, Pamela and I had gotten married (at the end of August, here on the farm in Norway). Pamela was my third wife, and that list, of course, was about ready to expand. Obviously, I could not wait. My second wife was none other than the truly amazing and vivacious Amy. She and I had exchanged our vows on Valentine's Day much earlier in the year. Suffice it to say, Amy had her own list of personal issues and demons that she had dealt with throughout her life - many of which she had overcome, but some she still battled on a daily basis. One of Amy's biggest regrets in life was at the age of 21 (a good nine years before she met me), she made the decision to have a surgical procedure done called Tubal Ligation. In more common terms, Amy had her tubes tied - thus eliminating any chance that she would have of ever becoming pregnant. Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 01 This allowed Amy to enjoy a varied and carefree sex life throughout her younger years without fear of becoming pregnant - which was what she wanted - but she came to absolutely resent the decision once finding true happiness later in life with yours truly and the other ladies. When Kristanna got pregnant, that was one thing. But when Pamela became pregnant less than four months later, Amy was suddenly jealous and longing for the opportunity to be a mother herself. It was not a negative jealousy, nor did it cause any issues within our relationship, but I knew it was there and needed to be dealt with appropriately. Thus, after Kaden was born, Amy went back under the knife - this time having a procedure called Tubal Ligation Reversal. Its objective, obviously, was to undo the effects of the first surgery by reconnecting Amy's fallopian tubes and, at the very least, giving her the opportunity to become pregnant. The success rate is not favorable (only 40% of women who undergo this procedure ever give birth), but it was all Amy had. Even worse, the success rate goes drastically down for women who are over 30 (Amy was 32). We waited a couple of weeks - per doctor's orders - and then I literally began pumping everything I had into Amy in an all-out effort to get her pregnant. She was present for every sexual encounter I had for nearly two months, and every single one of them ended generally the same way. Whether I was with Kristanna or Pamela, maybe even Trish and Lindsay together, Devon or Scarlett, or even all of them at once, I would invariably sink my cock into Amy and fill her womb with my life-giving sperm at the end. In some cases, Amy would simply sit back and idly watch until it was time. She desperately wanted to become a mother herself. As each unsuccessful week went by, however, Amy began to lose hope. At one point, she was so despondent that I made her go and see her psychiatrist for some counseling. I will never forget the events of December 4th, though. Not only was it Lindsay's 20th birthday, but I took Amy to the doctor for a routine check-up and once she emerged from his office an hour later, there were tears of unending joy in her eyes. It was confirmed - Amy was pregnant! Upon arriving home, Amy was so hyped and excited that she literally took a victory lap throughout the mansion - singing and dancing for anyone who would pay her any attention. All of the others, needless to say, were simply elated for her. It was not until I saw this reaction from Amy that I fully realized just how important it was to her that she actually become pregnant. I had never seen her quite so happy and lively before. She must have kissed me and said thank you literally a thousand times that night. Although Devon's heart belonged to Kristanna - those two went together like bread and butter - she had grown on me a tremendous amount over the past several weeks and months. Devon was just so damn sweet and irresistible. I also liked it that she was the wife of my own wife. What a concept! Devon (much like Lindsay) was eager to help Kristanna as she made the transition into motherhood. They would watch Kaden whenever Kristanna needed a break. Both of them were a tremendous help, indeed; I just wished that Pamela allowed Devon and Lindsay (and the others too - they helped as well) to do the same for her in regards to Piper. Pamela, though, did not seem to want the help. She had always been stubborn that way. I believe it was one of the reasons why Pamela felt so overwhelmed right now, and ultimately depressed. As for Devon, she was undoubtedly one of the sweetest and most friendly ladies I had ever come across in my entire life. Although she was very loving and protective toward all of us, it was clear that her ultimate loyalty was toward Kristanna. I had no problem with that, nor did anyone else. Of course, the same could be said for Trish in regards to her feelings for Lindsay. Trish was crazy in love with Lindsay. Their wedding was going to take place a mere seven days from now, but some 4,100 miles away across the Atlantic and near Lindsay's original hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio. It would happen in the very same church where Lindsay's beloved father was once a well-known and respected minister before his untimely passing due to a heart attack two years ago. It was also the church and congregation that Lindsay once wanted to devote her life to in an effort to become a minister herself - she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps - before she met and ultimately fell in love with all of us. Lindsay still had aspirations of becoming a minister one day, and seemed well on her way with a church that she was currently involved with located in downtown Oslo, Norway. Tomorrow, our entire group was boarding a private charter jet in Oslo that I had recently purchased - complete with a hand-picked crew - that would fly us to Toronto, Ontario, Canada, where we would pick up Trish's mother and father, as well as her two sisters and all four grandparents, and then ultimately proceed to Cincinnati, Ohio and make any last-minute preparations for the wedding. As noted earlier, the two little ones - Kaden and Piper - were going to be left behind here in Norway under the watchful eyes and care of Kristanna's parents, Kristof and Rande. The doctor advised us not to take Piper on the flight since she was less than a month old, but said Kaden would be fine if proper precautions were taken beforehand. It would feel strange bringing one but not the other with us, so we decided in the end to leave both of them with Kristanna's parents until we arrived back in Norway on Christmas Day (today, it was December 16). Last but certainly not least, there was Scarlett. Having just celebrated her 30th birthday less than two weeks ago, we met Scarlett back on July 29th when Kristanna was rushed to the hospital with labor pains. Scarlett was the primary nurse for Kristanna at the hospital throughout her labor ordeal and the subsequent birth of Kaden. "That girl is hot," were the words I remember Kristanna saying to me once she laid eyes on Scarlett for the first time. Even with all of the pain and discomfort accompanied by six hours of intensive labor, I caught Kristanna eyeing and ogling Scarlett several times throughout the day. The same could be said for Devon, who was present the whole way through. While she documented the events of the afternoon Kaden was born through video and pictures, Devon openly flirted with Scarlett. At one point, I suggested to Devon that she ask Scarlett if they could get their very own room! I still do not know all of the details, but the following day - after Kaden was born - Kristanna was able to pull Scarlett into the hospital room and have a discussion with her. Scarlett admitted that she was bi-sexual, and was overly intrigued by the three-way relationship that she sensed Kristanna shared with Devon and yours truly. It was at this point when Kristanna informed Scarlett that the other ladies who had been parading in-and-out since her arrival at the hospital - Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - were not sisters or friends of hers as she was originally led to believe, but rather lovers and soul-mates. Kristanna explained that the seven of us were one big, happy family, and we did (and shared) everything together. Kristanna also mentioned to Scarlett that some of them - notably herself, Devon and Pamela - were wildly attracted to her. Devon stopped by and joined in on the conversation as well. Scarlett seemed even more interested and intrigued, I am told, and Devon invited her over for dinner later in the week (I was kept in the dark while all of this was happening). Scarlett showed up for dinner on the appropriate evening and, sure enough, things began to escalate from there. I will not go into details, but let me just say that a mere three weeks later, Scarlett went to sleep sharing our bed in a loving, naked eight-way mass of humanity. With my cum splattered across her face, and every hungry, lusty female tongue in the house having sampled her pussy that evening, Scarlett was hooked. She wanted to explore the possibility of something long-term and ever-lasting with us. Despite my wealth - I was worth two billion dollars in American currency - and the fact that I could provide her with any material thing that she desired, Scarlett still wanted to keep her job as a registered nurse in the pregnancy center at the hospital in Oslo. I certainly understood why. Scarlett went through many years of hard work and studies at the university, and despite feeling tempted, she did not want to quit her dream job after getting it just six months ago. Plus, if things ultimately did not work out with us for her in the long run, Scarlett would still have her job and could return to her old life without issue. We were able to convince her, however, to move from the dusty, old one-bedroom apartment she had lived in for the past three years into one of the luxury guest rooms here in the mansion. Occasionally, Scarlett went to sleep with all of us in the big bedroom (like that one night I mentioned), but generally maintained somewhat of a distance by spending most evenings in her own private quarters and allowing her feelings and emotions for us to develop at a natural pace. "Scarlett will not only be your wife within two years, Jeremy," Kristanna told me just last week, "but she will be married to the rest of us as well. Bank on it!" Scarlett's Norwegian accent was so sexy; it sounded almost like a purr. She was very easy to sit down and have a decent conversation with. Although Scarlett spoke English well, there were times when she asked for the thought or question to be re-worded, and she always seemed very laid back and happy to interact. As a registered nurse, she had the easy, caring nature that generally went along with the profession. Scarlett was a strikingly beautiful woman at 30 years of age with a body that showed no signs of aging. She stood 5-foot-3 and weighed 126 pounds, with a mesmerizing 34c-24-35 figure and thick, shoulder-length healthy hair which, depending on her current mood, shifted between blonde and its more natural color of red. Right now, she was a red-head. Indeed, Scarlett was a perfect fit for us and our unique lifestyle. Everyone seemed to adore her, and the feeling was mutual. She generally worked three or four days per week at the hospital - her shift and its hours was constantly changing, unfortunately - but had managed to talk her boss into allowing her to take an early vacation so she could attend Trish and Lindsay's wedding with us in Cincinnati. For Scarlett, this was going to be her first time ever in the United States. -------- On Wednesday morning - the same day all of us were going to embark on our private charter flight to first Toronto, then Cincinnati - I received quite the wake-up call when I was jarred from what had been a very peaceful and relaxing sleep by the sensation of someone pouncing onto the bed with me. Through bleary eyes, I was able to focus and notice that the adorable (and highly overcharged) Lindsay was bouncing up-and-down upon the mattress as if she was a small child trying to rouse her parents out of bed on Christmas morning. "Jeremy, it is time to wake up!" the 20-year-old screeched into my ear. With a playful smile, Lindsay straddled my hips and flipped both blankets over top of her head. She maneuvered her head beneath the covers, then popped right back out seconds later just inches from my face and offered a mischievous pout. "I know you're old and you need all the sleep you can get, Jeremy, but it's nine-thirty in the morning. We have to be at the airport by noon!" Now alert and aware of my surroundings, I took in the amazing sight of Lindsay as she was sitting happily on top of me. She peeled back the blankets, offering me a glimpse of her in a lacey white bra and a matching pair of panties. Beautiful, intelligent and full of light, Lindsay was most definitely one-of-a-kind. A 5-foot-3 montage of absolute blonde perfection, Lindsay placed both of her small, delicate hands upon my chest and leaned down toward me. I could immediately sense that Lindsay had taken a recent shower; she was fresh and warm, and smelled of apricot and mango (her favorite scented body wash). My nostrils took in the fragrance and it flooded not only my senses, but my soul. "So what are we going to do with you today?" she squealed in the sweetest tone imaginable, gently shifting herself so she was now seated upon my flaccid cock. "By the way, good morning, sleepy-head," Lindsay cooed, kissing me on the lips. A moment later, she resumed the spirited bouncing again. I placed both hands upon either side of her waistline in an attempt to quell her energetic nature. When the motions slowed down and eventually ceased, I yawned theatrically and offered in response, "Good morning to you too, princess. You're awfully rambunctious today, I see." "Can you blame me?" she chirped in response. "Not only am I getting married in just six short days, but I'll get to see my mom and all three of my sisters once our plane touches down in Cincinnati later today. Or is it tomorrow?" She grinned sheepishly, her face blushing a temporary shade of red, and openly admitted, "These transoceanic flights and the changing time zones always seem to confuse me to no end." "It will be tomorrow in Norway, but today in the United States with that six hour time difference," I explained to her. "If that makes any sense to you." "Not really!" "I didn't think so." Lindsay giggled with pure, wanton delight as she ground her panty-covered crotch over my cock for a few memorable seconds - injecting some life and vigor into it - before leaning over and finding my lips for yet another kiss. "Come on, Jeremy," she insisted with a smile, grasping my shoulders and then trailing both of her hands up-and-down my arms several times in succession. "You can have some breakfast before we have to go to the airport, but ONLY if you wake up and get out of bed RIGHT NOW." "Where is your fiancee at?" Lindsay stifled a laugh and retorted, "Umm ... I'm looking at him?" "No, silly girl. Your other fiancee." "Trish? Trish the dish? She is having breakfast right now in the dining room with the others. Why don't you come and join her? Join us?" Lindsay pouted in a sexy manner and concluded, "I don't want you to be hungry." When I sat up in bed, I encircled Lindsay's petite, little body with both arms and held her lovingly. She proceeded to wrap her legs around my waist and offer a generous squeeze, then sought my mouth for another exchange of lips and tongues. "How about I just stay here, and have YOU for breakfast?" "Jeremy!" Lindsay whined incessantly, fighting the urge to laugh as she gently pushed me away from her. "Jeremy, come on! You have to wake up and get ready for our trip today. We don't have a lot of time! I don't want to miss the flight!" I chuckled at her. "Miss the flight? Honey, we are the ONLY people on the flight. It's my own private jet and crew. I do not think they will take off without us." "JEREMY!" Lindsay cried again, sounding as if she was five. Remembering back to the prior evening and the three-some that I shared with Kristanna and Pamela, I found myself still buzzing somewhat from it. Who better to help with that, and fully satisfy me, than the sweet and adorable Lindsay? "I'll make a deal with you, honey," were my words for her. "I will wake up and get out of bed, and go have breakfast, if you will first give me three minutes of your time." "Three minutes of my time?" she asked, totally confused. "Three minutes for what?" I looked at her and chuckled softly. "Well, you cannot expect to climb into bed with me in your little bra and panties, and then bounce up-and-down like a ping pong ball, without getting my juices flowing." Lindsay's face seemed to light up at the possibilities as I added, "Three minutes, and I'm yours. Wake up, breakfast, get ready for the airport." Still seated atop my pelvis, Lindsay licked her lips and kept her eyes trained on me as she slid her bra straps down her shoulders one at a time. When both straps were loose, she nudged each slender arm through the loops and tossed the bra elsewhere. With a lithe, 95 pound frame, Lindsay's humble curves went perfectly well with the rest of her body. I licked my own lips as I hungrily eyed each of her little nipples, thoughts of what I could do and how I could play with them running rampant throughout my mind. After turning upon my lap and now facing my feet, Lindsay proceeded to arch her back, and her shimmering blonde hair cascaded in waves all the way down to her white panties. She lowered her ass onto my cock, which was still covered itself by a pair of shorts, and nudged it back-and-forth. "Hmmmmm, Jeremy," she moaned, suddenly full of desire. "Just what do you have in mind? How do you want to use me today?" By the time Lindsay placed her hands on either side of my torso and leaned back, causing her silky hair to drape itself across my chest, I had a full-blown, raging erection. I reached up with both hands and cupped her modest breasts, rolling their flesh between my fingertips. "I really want an hour with you, sweetheart," I told her, "but all I have is three minutes." I paused, then added in a breathless tone, "Your mouth. I want your mouth." "A blowjob?" the young woman returned with glee, flipping herself over in one easy motion so she was facing me again. Lindsay lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. "I would LOVE to suck your cock for you, baby." "Something better than that," I said, maneuvering my way out from underneath her and rising to my feet as she sat beside me upon the bed. When I motioned for Lindsay to hang her head over the edge of the mattress, she smiled and nodded in response. "I know what you want to do to me!" "It's more like ... YOU want me to do this to you, honey," I corrected her, while dropping my shorts. My shaft, which was throbbing madly, popped out and wobbled before Lindsay's appreciative eyes in a truly obscene manner. "Is that for me?" "Open up," I teased her, pointing toward her mouth, as she reclined back on the mattress and placed her neck on its edge, allowing her head to dangle there as she faced me expectantly. "I only want to give you what you want most, princess." The very moment Lindsay opened her lips, I stepped forward and jammed my cock hard and deep into her willing mouth. Her eyes wide, she glared up at me and made a gagging noise as I clutched the side of her head with my right hand. When the little minx gave me a reassuring nod, it was all systems go. Lindsay nearly choked as I began to powerfully thrust my hips back-and-forth in a continual motion, my cock invading the far reaches of her throat at the same time. This was the one thing that Lindsay enjoyed perhaps more than anything else when she and I had sex together. She loved it when I thumped away at her sweet mouth with my hard, raging cock. Those eyes of hers were locked upon my face, her breasts bouncing and flopping about with reckless abandon, as I burned a trail deep into her throat. I moaned and sighed out with my own pleasure, which was immense, and clutched the side of her head as a way to balance and steady myself. Past experience told me that I could be as hard and as forceful as I desired whenever I speared Lindsay's mouth in this manner. The more extreme and powerful I was, it seemed, the more she enjoyed herself. When Lindsay reached out and palmed my testicles with her right hand, I received a quick, sudden burst of energy. I absolutely hammered her mouth with my pulsing erection. Every muscle within my body was tight and clenched, and I was using all of the fiber and strength that I could muster to appease her. The heated, erotic sensations within me were multiplying by the second. Soon, I was on overload. Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 02 "When I was pregnant with Piper - all the way up until the time I gave birth - it felt as if I was on top of the world," Pamela explained to not only me, but Kristanna and Scarlett as well, as we flew somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean at a cruising altitude of 38,000 feet in our private, family jet. Laying down in one of the three bedrooms that the luxury airliner offered, Pamela had two blankets pulled up to her neck and tears in her eyes as she continued, "I was SO proud of myself. I had that big baby bump, and I felt so wonderful. I... had never felt that way before. It... it was awesome. I was looking forward so much to Piper being born, and me being a mother. But then... then Piper... actually WAS born." Pamela sniffed her nose and tried to hold back a new batch of tears as Kristanna reached out and touched her face in a sympathetic manner. It took some doing on our part, but we were able to finally convince Pamela to open up and share with us exactly what had been bothering her - and causing her to act all sullen and withdrawn - over the past few weeks. "I started feeling different the very first day," Pamela continued. "After everyone went home that night, I was alone in the hospital room with Piper in my arms. No matter what I tried, whether it was skin-to-skin coddling, cooing at her or whatever else, Piper would not stop crying. I began to feel really scared, and overwhelmed. And I felt really alone." "Why haven't you told me this until now?" I asked Pamela, my voice laced with concern. "You're never alone..." Instead of answering my question, Pamela carried on with her story. "I gained a LOT of weight. When I went home, I looked in the big, wall-length mirror, and felt MORTIFIED. Absolutely mortified. I was 25 pounds heavier than normal, even following the birth of Piper. I... I... I did not feel attractive at all. I felt... hideous." "Pamela!" Kristanna screeched, obviously upset with what she was hearing. "You're one of the sexiest and most desirable women in the world to me. Women gain weight when they are pregnant; it is unavoidable! But even with that extra weight, I still think you are just as attractive now as you were a year-and-a-half ago when I first met you." Pamela dabbed her eyes with one of the blankets and began crying harder. "You're ly-lying..." Quickly becoming exasperated, Kristanna responded, "Why don't you and I talk to Trish if you so self-conscious about your weight? I needed to drop 18 pounds to get back to my routine weight after Kaden was born. Trish was a certified fitness instructor and personal trainer in Canada for many years before she met us on the island. Trish put me on a diet and daily exercise program, and within two months, I was back to my regular weight of 115 pounds." "You barely gained any weight during your pregnancy!" Pamela erupted, her voice loud and forceful. "Then, in the blink of an eye, what weight you did gain was suddenly gone! Look around you, Krissy! Lindsay isn't even 100 pounds. Devon is just a few pounds over 100. Both of them are as frail and compact as any woman can possibly be. They are ATTRACTIVE! Trish is all feminine muscle, and does not have a single ounce of unwanted weight on her body. Amy is five weeks pregnant now, but she has never had any issues with weight. YOU'RE as fit as can be, Krissy. You give birth and it does not even phase you. Two months later, no one would ever guess that you were ever pregnant to begin with. Scarlett is fit, with a great, sexy body. Then, there is ME." "I am 25 pounds overweight right now. I feel unattractive, ESPECIALLY when I compare myself to the other girls. I feel like an absolute train wreck! Why would anyone want to look at me, when these other girls - all of whom are in perfect, tip-top shape - are around?" With tears now streaming down her face, Pamela glanced my way and ended, "Why would Jeremy want to look at me? I'm a BLOB!" "Jeremy wants to look at you because he loves you with all of his heart and finds you wildly attractive," Kristanna shot back. "Get a grip of yourself here, Pamela! NO ONE gave us more reassurance while we were pregnant than Jeremy did. NO ONE! Every single day, Jeremy was always there for us - he kept saying how beautiful you and I were, about how proud he was of us. Do you not remember that?" "Hold up a minute here," Scarlett finally chimed in. One may wonder why Scarlett - a definite newcomer to our relationship, with no solid commitment toward us yet - would be present for such a private and delicate conversation, while the other ladies were not. The reason? Scarlett was employed as a registered nurse at the pregnancy center of a hospital in downtown Oslo. I asked her to be present for this discussion, in hopes she may lend some help and insight. She dealt with new mothers and their roller coaster rides of emotions on a daily basis. "Kristanna, you need to lower your voice," Scarlett told her. "We are here to help Pamela, not berate her." When Kristanna frowned and nodded her head in agreement, Scarlett turned her attention toward Pamela. "Let me ask you something, sweetheart, and please do not take it the wrong way. You mentioned that you felt overwhelmed and whatnot when Piper was born. Do you still feel this way?" "Sometimes." Scarlett hesitated before asking, "Do you feel as if becoming pregnant and having Piper was a mistake?" Pamela's eyes narrowed and she got visibly angry at those words as Scarlett added, "Do you wish that Piper was never born?" "OF COURSE NOT!" Pamela shot back. "I love my daughter!" "I did not think you felt that way, but wanted to be sure," Scarlett explained to her. "There are more women who feel that way - or at least THINK they feel that way - than you would imagine. A woman's body goes through a drastic series of changes after giving birth. Changes in hormones, blood volume and pressure, cardiovascular, immune system and metabolic function can all contribute to a new mother feeling emotional stress and mental instability. In the more extreme cases, some new mothers question why they had their baby in the first place, and even wish the baby was never conceived. What you have to realize, though, that it is not actually the mother talking - it is her sickness." "Her sickness?" Pamela timidly asked. "I am not a doctor by any means, but I have seen enough of this at the pregnancy center where I work to safely assume you have Postpartum Depression," Scarlett commented. "You are not alone, Pamela. Millions of women go through this each and every year. Postpartum Depression is not rare, nor does it make you a bad wife or mother. Caring for Piper can feel overwhelming and exhaustive to you at times. You fear that your husband - and the other girls - are losing interest in you. You no longer feel attractive or wanted. I imagine you get panic attacks and feel unusually anxious from time to time as well. You have no appetite whatsoever - you have barely eaten anything since Piper was born - and you have trouble with insomnia. You simply do not feel normal." "I felt dirty last night," Pamela admitted, openly sobbing now, first glancing at me, then Kristanna. "Why?" Scarlett asked. "Th-That three-some I h-h-had with Jeremy and K-Krissy," she cried, her emotions now starting to spiral. "That was the f-first t-time I had sex since Piper was born. I felt really strange afterward. I felt... dirty!" "Why?" Kristanna insisted. "I DON'T KNOW!" Pamela screamed, and I immediately pulled her into my embrace and shielded her face upon my chest. My gaze, though, was on Scarlett. "What can be done to help, and make Pamela feel better?" Scarlett motioned toward me with her head. "Love. Support. Exactly what you are doing now. I also think she needs to see a psychiatrist and get some counseling, and some medication. The medication will really help. It will not cure her ailment, but it will control and regulate it." "A... psychiatrist?" Obviously, Pamela did not enjoy the prospects of that. "Postpartum Depression is just that - depression," Scarlett advised her. "It is a clinical disorder, and can be treated like other depressions." "I... I don't want... to see a... psychiatrist." "There is no harm in it," Scarlett offered. "Amy has been seeing a whole list of psychiatrists since last year when we were originally on the island," Kristanna reminded her. "Look at all the good it has done for Amy. Jeremy has went to see psychiatrists in the past, too. Don't you want to feel better, Pamela, and get back to your normal self?" Kristanna looked my way and continued, "I think we should not even wait. We should get Pamela an appointment at a psychiatrist in Cincinnati. At least he can get her started on some medicine before we return home to Norway next week." "Listen to me," I said to Pamela, still holding her in my arms, but positioning her head so I could look her straight in the eyes. "Listen. You're my wife, and I love you. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I feel incredibly blessed and fortunate to have you in my life. I know you feel terrible right now, but we want to get you some help. I do not enjoy seeing you like this. Krissy does not enjoy seeing you this way either. Nor does Scarlett, nor do any of the other girls. We all want you to get the proper help. Will you see a psychiatrist for me?" "Okay..." she relented, again sniffing her nose. "I do not care if you are 25 pounds overweight, or 250 pounds," I added, my tone ardent, and emphatic. "You are Pamela Annabeth [Last Name]; you are my wife, and I love you. You are desirable - both emotionally AND physically - to me because of WHO you are. I will always look at you as one of the seven most beautiful women in the world to me. I have seven women in my life. But I do not compare you to the others. I do not compare them to you." "I understand Pamela's concern and worry about the added weight," Kristanna said. "Look at her history. She was an exotic dancer for 11 years. You've heard her stories before, Jeremy. If she was one pound over a certain weight, that strip club would send her home and not allow her to work until she lost it. She has always been very conscious about her weight. It was ingrained into her because of her job. Now, all of a sudden, she has 25 pounds to lose." Kristanna focused on Pamela and continued, "That's where Trish can help, baby. Trish can help you just like she helped me. We can talk to her about diet and exercise. She is our expert on it." Kristanna patted Pamela on the hand and stressed, "I love you too, baby. I love you just like Jeremy loves you. I don't enjoy seeing you feel all miserable like this." When I released her from my arms, Pamela immediately went to Kristanna for a tearful, emotional embrace. "We need to get some food into you, Pamela," Kristanna added, trying her best to keep her composure and not become all choked up. "Scarlett is right. You've barely eaten anything in three weeks. Starving yourself is not going to make you lose that weight; it is only going to make you sick, and feel even worse. Let me call the stewardess for you, baby. They will fix whatever meal you want." "You need to eat something," I agreed. "I'll try..." "Perfect," Kristanna nodded. Pamela was crying again. "I am... I am ashamed th-that I do not feel happy and overcome with j-joy with the b-birth of Piper. Why can't I be happy like Krissy is with Kaden?" "Down deep you ARE happy, even if you do not realize it," Kristanna insisted. "You're sick, Pamela. All of the changes your body has gone through; it has not reacted well, and your judgment is clouded because of it." "I will do whatever I can to help you get through this," I promised Pamela. "You're going to feel better eventually and all will be fine, and back to normal. I do not want you to feel ashamed about anything, honey. You can talk to me about anything that is on your mind - any troubles, any concerns. I will be there for you every step of the way." "What's wrong with Pamela?" came a quiet, depressed voice from behind us. When I turned toward its source, I found a frowning Lindsay standing at the entranceway to the bedroom with the remaining ladies - Devon, Trish and Amy - all looking on behind her with expressions full of concern. I do not know how long the ladies had been standing there, but they clearly knew that something was amiss and not right with Pamela. "Can we do anything to help?" Amy wondered, to which Pamela's sobbing fit went completely out of control. - "I do not know about you, Jeremy, but I am sick and tired of commercial airline travel," I recall Kristanna mentioning to me during one of our overseas outings about a year ago. "They charge a small fortune for a ticket, but still have the nerve to nickel and dime people to death with baggage fees and other nonsense. Then, you get to the airport two hours before your flight so you can spend one-and-a-half hours waiting at the security checkpoint, where you have to take off your shoes and belt before they make you walk through that embarrassing Nude-o-matic 5000 X-ray machine. All of this for the privilege of being herded into an overcrowded plane like cattle and served a tiny bag of pretzels with a complimentary four-ounce soft drink. A SOFT DRINK?" With all of the airline travel we had done prior to that discussion - as well as the many more trips we would embark on in the future - Kristanna eventually convinced me to buy a private jet and use it for our family vacations. I have never been one to gloat and/or brag, but being a wealthy individual has its advantages. Following a very extensive amount of research, I purchased a Airbus A319 ACJ jetliner from its manufacturer in France back in July and had its interior completely re-done and customized. Devon aptly referred to it as a "flying hotel"; it had 1,000 interior square feet, and featured three bedrooms, an entertainment center, a reading area and even a prayer room. With the help of a leasing company that specialized in private flight crews, I was able to interview and hire two qualified pilots and two stewardesses. All four of them would be paid handsomely for escorting us and making sure we were comfortable en route to our various destinations throughout the world from this point forward. Their first assignment was on December 17; they flew our entire clan (all seven of the ladies and yours truly) from Oslo Gardermoen Airport here in Norway across the Atlantic Ocean to the Toronto International Pearson Airport in Canada. Once there, we picked up Trish's family - her parents (John and Alice), both sisters (Christie and Melissa) and all four grandparents. Then, our motley crew made the short jaunt (90 minutes) to the Greater Cincinnati International Airport in Covington, Kentucky. Of course, all of this was leading up to the monumental day of December 23 - when Trish and Lindsay would get married in a Cincinnati church and officially become wife and wife. Trish wanted those specific family members of hers to be present for the ceremony. Lindsay, who was born in Ohio and had all of her roots there, would have a much larger contingent of family members (and select friends) at the wedding. Lindsay's mother (Leslie) and all three of her sisters (Jennifer, Gina and Alison) were there to greet us at the airport in Covington once we disembarked from the plane. Needless to say, it was a joyous, happy reunion - Lindsay had not seen her family since the summer. This also marked the first time that Trish's parents actually got to meet and talk with Lindsay's mother. Everyone was friendly and cordial; they agreed to get together and meet tomorrow for lunch at The Montgomery Inn, which was undoubtedly Cincinnati's most prestigious and well-known restaurant. The whole crew would be there - not only were Trish and Lindsay going to accompany their respective parent(s), all five of the sisters and Trish's grandparents were invited as well. It promised to be fun. I must also take a moment here to admit that Lindsay's baby sister, Alison, had finally turned 18 a mere three months ago. Alison reminded me more and more of Lindsay every single time that I saw her (and one could easily make the case that no woman alive tempted me physically more than Lindsay). So, I would no longer have to feel guilty when I had lustful thoughts about Alison. She was of legal age now. "I'd fuck that little girl so hard that she wouldn't be able to walk for an entire week," Kristanna whispered to me at the airport, when she caught me eyeing and ogling Alison. With the big lunch party scheduled for tomorrow, Lindsay's mother and three sisters decided to return to their home some 20 miles north of Cincinnati. As for us, we made our way to the historic Cincinnatian Hotel in the downtown heart of the city, and checked in. I had previously made reservations for the two best suites that the hotel had to offer - the Emery Presidential Suite for the ladies and yours truly, and the Hannaford Suite for Trish's family. It may have only been 9:00pm once we checked in and got settled into our respective rooms, but it was 3:00am Norway time - and that was what my body was accustomed to. Though exhausted, I perked up once Kristanna hooked up her laptop computer and was able to establish a video chat connection with her own mother, Rande, back home in Norway. Though it was the middle of the night there, Rande wanted us to contact her once we were in our hotel. Rande turned the web-cam toward Kaden and Piper, both of whom were sleeping peacefully in side-by-side cribs. Kristanna and Pamela openly wept at the images of their respective babies, some 4,100 miles away, but Rande assured them that both little ones seemed happy, content and relaxed today. There had been no issues caring for either of them since we left. "It's okay for you to cry too," Devon told me, obviously noticing that tear streaking down my face. I was fighting it, though. I did not want to break down in front of the ladies, even though all of them - even Scarlett - were family to me. - "I just do not understand!" Lindsay fretted a bit later that evening, as she was seated at the kitchen bar in our hotel suite along with Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Amy, Scarlett and yours truly. Basically, everyone was present except for Pamela. She was already fast asleep in bed. "I do not understand how Pamela can feel sad and depressed after having her baby," Lindsay went on. "Pamela wanted to have a baby SO MUCH. She seemed so incredibly excited when she was pregnant. Now... now, it's the exact opposite. A woman is supposed to be happy when she becomes a mommy!" "The birth of a baby," Scarlett explained, "can trigger a jumble of powerful emotions for a woman from excitement and joy, to fear and anxiety. It can also result in something that people generally do not expect - depression." "It's a possible complication of giving birth," Devon told Lindsay. "A bad side effect." "Being depressed does not make Pamela a bad person, or a bad mother," Amy claimed. "It's a sickness, honey. She needs to see a doctor and get the proper medication." Amy glanced at me momentarily and added, "I know ALL about that, thanks to Jeremy. He made me get professional help last year for my mental issues, and it CHANGED MY LIFE. The medicine made a new person out of me." "We do not want Pamela to be a new person, per se," Trish commented. "We just want Pamela back to her old self. Medication will help stabilize and regulate her mood, and push those feelings of depression to the background." Lindsay was frowning. "Will she have to stay on the medicine for the rest of her life like Amy has to?" "No," Scarlett answered. "As Devon said, this is nothing more than a complication of giving birth - a side effect. Eventually, it will go away." Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 02 "The poor girl hasn't even gotten any sleep in three weeks," Kristanna mewed. "I feel sorry for her." "Pamela fell into the bed 20 minutes ago and was out like a light," Trish said. "Let's hope that she continues to sleep throughout the night and into the morning. I say we don't wake her at all in the morning. Let her sleep." "Being sleep deprived has certainly not helped her cause at all," Scarlett offered. "Pamela is tired, and confused. It is probably the main reason why she is struggling with her identity and feeling less attractive." "Pamela is BEAUTIFUL!" Lindsay insisted. "How can she think any differently about herself?" "What can we do to help her?" Devon asked Scarlett. "Just what I told Kristanna and Jeremy earlier. Plenty of love and support. Understand that Pamela is sick, and the sickness is the reason she is feeling the way she does. Do not push or prod her. Be gentle, and understanding. Instead of telling her how much you love her, SHOW her how much you love her. Do things for her. Little things." "Do you think you could get her on an exercise program to lose some of that excess baby weight?" Kristanna asked Trish. "She is really insecure about her weight right now." "When Pamela is ready and asks for my help, I will do whatever I can for her," Trish replied. "DO NOT pressure her about the exercise," Scarlett stressed to Kristanna. "If you do, it will just make her feel worse." "What type of medicine do you think they would give her?" Devon wondered. "Specifically? I do not know," Scarlett shrugged. "That would be up to the doctor. Antidepressants are most common, but it would have to one that is safe for her to take while breastfeeding. Any medication that she takes will enter her breastmilk, so it will have to be one that is safe for Piper. Or, the doctor could choose to go another route - such as hormone therapy or estrogen replacement." "We need to help Pamela and lessen the load on her," Amy nodded. "Once we get back to Norway, all of us need to take turns watching and looking after Piper. Jeremy already does all he can, but we can help out a lot ourselves, too." "Pamela has never wanted our help," Lindsay countered. "I would LOVE to give her a break from time to time and keep an eye on Piper so she can lay down and relax for a bit, maybe go to the store, or just go for a walk. Pamela insists that she wants to watch and take care of Piper herself." "And that overly protective nature - her unwillingness to let us help - is what is overwhelming her," Amy pouted. "It is suffocating her. Look at Krissy and all the help we have given her. She is perfectly happy." Lindsay frowned as well. "Maybe it is good that Pamela is split up from Piper for a week because of the wedding. Maybe the time away will be good for her?" "It's never good having your newborn baby halfway around the world," Kristanna told her. "Trust me on that. I am trying not to go crazy without Kaden here right now." Amy patted Kristanna on the wrist. "At least you know if that if Kaden cannot be with you, and Piper cannot be with Pamela, they are in the best possible place right now - with your mother and father. Kristof and Rande will take the absolute best of care of both Kaden and Piper." "What do you think of all of this, Jeremy?" Devon wondered. "I made an appointment for Pamela to see a psychiatrist on Friday morning at eleven o'clock," I said. "My only wish is that the appointment was tomorrow - Thursday - instead." "What better man and husband for Pamela to have than Jeremy right now while she goes through these troubles?" "There isn't one," Amy told Devon, which made me smile. Kristanna grasped my hand and squeezed lovingly as Amy added, "Jeremy will do whatever it takes to help Pamela." "So will I," Lindsay nodded. "Me too," Scarlett chimed in. - Exhausted myself, it was midnight (or 6:00am Norway time) when I excused myself from the discussion and found a nice, warm, comfortable bed, and basically collapsed onto it. I had traveled thousands of taxing miles by air and been awake for nearly 21 hours - ever since Lindsay hopped onto the bed with me back home yesterday morning and started bouncing up-and-down like the wild chick that she was. I was tired, and needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow was promising to be a fun and eventful day for everyone. Trish and Lindsay, of course, were going to that big luncheon with their respective families. It would provide Trish's parents and Lindsay's mother the opportunity to really meet and become properly acquainted just five days before the two ladies walked the aisle, and became wife and wife. Much like Kristanna, Trish had always been very upfront and honest with her inner family (especially her parents) about the choices she had made in her life in regards to dating and relationships. They had known that Trish was bi-sexual since high school. Trish also informed them last year that she was entering into a group relationship where, one day, it was very conceivable that she would have one husband and five wives (six now, counting the possibility of Scarlett). And much like Kristof and Rande, Trish's parents - John and Alice - wholeheartedly supported their daughter's decisions. The question of ethics or morality (I have come to DESPISE that word) as it pertained to our relationship really did not matter to them. The only thing that did matter, however, was that Trish was happy. They realized that Trish loved Lindsay more than words could ever possibly say, and next Tuesday was going to be, by far, the happiest day their daughter would ever experience. Lindsay's mother (Leslie) was a different story, though it seemed as if it may end with the very same result. Leslie did not learn that Lindsay was part of a seven-way relationship (again, now an eight-way) until several months after it had started. In fact, Leslie did not even know that her daughter was bi-sexual until our Christmas vacation a year ago, when Lindsay brought Trish to her family home one evening and came clean. Until that point, Leslie (as well as Lindsay's trio of sisters) were under the impression that she and I were engaged, and would have a traditional vanilla marriage. They were all dazed and confused by Lindsay's admission that she was bi-sexual and in love with Trish. It took some doing, but Lindsay was able to convince them that she too, was happy, and as family, they needed to be happy for her as well. Slowly but surely, Leslie and the three sisters seemed to accept the idea. Having Trish present, with her bubbly and amicable demeanor on display, surely aided the process. Lindsay admitted to her family a year ago that I was also a major part of her life. While I may not have been her fiance at the time as they were originally led to believe, Lindsay insinuated to her mother and sisters that we were involved in a three-way relationship. Again, Lindsay drove home the point - over and over again - just how happy she was. I had built a tremendous amount of goodwill with Leslie and her other three daughters because I had given them financial aid when the bank was about to take their home away from them. I bought all of them new cars and offered money for other improvements in life. I met them twice before Lindsay took Trish to her house that fateful evening, and hit it off great with them. Because of this, they seemed much more receptive to the idea that Lindsay was in a three-way relationship (with me included) than they originally were when first told that she was bi-sexual and in love with Trish. Lindsay held back last year, though, and did not tell them about the other four ladies in her life - Kristanna, Devon, Pamela and Amy. Lindsay was under the impression that it would have been too much for them to digest at once. During her summer vacation in Ohio earlier this year, however, Lindsay fessed up and told her family everything. She was in a relationship that included one man and five other women (pre-Scarlett), and was deliriously in love with each and every single one of them. Lindsay detailed to her mother her plans of marrying Trish, and wanting to do it in the same Cincinnati church where her father spent 16 years as a minister before his unfortunate passing two years ago. Lindsay was adamant in wanting her family's stamp of approval for not only her plans to marry Trish, but the rest of the relationship choices she had made in life as well. Although Leslie supported Lindsay and her desire to marry Trish, she was much less keen to the idea of all of the other women also in her life. Again, it took some doing - and a whole lot of convincing - but Leslie's stance on the situation eventually softened, and she began to accept it. Leslie was not all the way there yet, though; it was still an ongoing process. But we were hopeful that watching her daughter get married - even if to another woman - would convince Leslie that Lindsay had made the right decisions. "I am happier than any girl has any right of being," was one of the many things Lindsay told me that she said to her mother back in June. Surprisingly enough, Alison (the adorable younger sister (and now an 18-year-old)) was the first of the group to really speak up and show acceptance for the choices Lindsay had made. Once Alison did so, the other sisters began to follow suit. But, getting back to the original point, tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. While Trish and Lindsay had lunch and spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening with their families, the remainder of the ladies and I were taking a trip to the Krohn Conservatory in Eden Park, Ohio. Home to over 3,500 plant species from all across the world, the Krohn Conservatory was a place that I knew everyone would enjoy visiting. I was most looking forward to seeing the special holiday floral show, as well as the 20-foot waterfall and the goldfish stream attached to it. Tomorrow - December 18 - was also Trish's birthday. She was going to turn 32. We were going hold off on the party, though, until the following day. I wanted all eight of us to be together so we could celebrate it properly. Scarlett still had some Christmas shopping to do for the others, she told me, so I promised her that I would take her out tomorrow evening to various stores and outlets after dropping Kristanna, Devon, Pamela and Amy off at the hotel. I then realized that in over four months of knowing her, tomorrow night would - believe it or not - be the first true one-on-one time that Scarlett and I ever had together. Oh, we had private discussions and whatnot while back in the mansion in Norway, but there was always the possibility of someone else popping up at any given moment. Tomorrow night, though, would be a true and private one-on-one experience with Scarlett. I was looking forward to it. We would be out alone, and I had every intention of treating it like a date. It was going to be fun! Perhaps I will finally tell Scarlett that I love her, and want her to take on a much more prominent and featured role in our relationship?... ***End of Chapter 2*** Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 03 Chapter 3: "Blessed" - Just seven days out from Christmas, Kenwood Towne Centre in Kenwood, Ohio was bristling with activity. The upscale shopping center and mall - home to a wide variety of stores and boutiques - had a massive crush of holiday shoppers on this chilly Thursday evening. As Christmas drew closer with every passing day, I knew it would become even more frantic. People love getting those last minute deals. But amidst the hysteria of an overcrowded shopping center, I was able to space out and find utter relaxation for a brief spell. Standing in front of the triple-tiered mall fountain with a death grip on the two bags I was carrying, I listened to the soothing sounds of the rushing water and, for a fleeting instant, felt as if I had been teleported back to the beach on the fabulous island that I once called home. Perhaps lounging in a safe, shallow spot of the ocean, with each incoming wave cresting and swelling around me? The unmistakable feel of the hot, blazing sun from above beating down on my neck and back? Maybe even a certain, special lady to cuddle and play with, each of us innocently splashing water on each other? Or better yet, how about two ladies and... "What cologne are you wearing? It smells amazing." My illusions of tropical grandeur were unceremoniously interrupted - and I was brought back to the here and now of the noisy shopping plaza - by the sound of a female's voice. It was a voice, however, that I did not recognize one bit. Who was this woman, and what exactly did she say to me? I looked at her and blinked, then shook my head as if to clear the cobwebs, and looked again. An attractive lady, no doubt, perhaps in her early to mid-thirties. Dressed in holiday red, this mystery woman had a friendly smile as she studied me from head to toe. Once we made eye contact, her smile became even wider. Hmmmmm... "Excuse me?" "Your cologne," she reiterated. "What is it? I walked past you a few times because you smell so good." "Oh," I countered, unprepared for such a flattering remark from a total and complete stranger. I was not accustomed to random women approaching me out of the blue and throwing compliments my way. With the life I led, however, I did not need my ego to be stroked like this. I rather she would have just not spoken to me at all. "It's called Ambre Topkapi," I told her, being polite. "It comes from France." "It smells wonderful!" the woman commented, her voice bubbly and cheerful. "I'm Shannon, by the way," she added, extending her hand. "And you are?" "Jeremy," I answered, accepting her hand and shaking it. Was this woman - Shannon - trying to flirt with me? "Are you from around here? I live in Terrace Park." "I'm from out of town." Actually, the country. Right? Shannon smiled again and glanced all around, taking in the surroundings of the hectic mall and the thousands of shoppers jammed into it. "This place is crazy, isn't it?" "Sure is busy," I agreed. The woman's posture changed, and she seemed to take on more of a serious aura about her. "I was getting tired of waiting for you to come over and talk to me, so I decided to make the first move between us and break the ice myself." Huh? There are many ways one can go about flirting - whether it is a woman trying to do so with a man, or a man with a woman, but that last line actually left me speechless, and suddenly feeling quite awkward. Others may enjoy being approached and spoken to this way, but I certainly did not. I found myself even more disoriented when, from the side, two hands cupped my face, followed by a pair of soft, velvety lips pressing themselves against mine for a kiss. My eyes wide, I then noticed and realized that the person kissing me was none other than Scarlett. Thus, I was able to relax. Like the angel that she was, Scarlett swooped in from the right and, in front of this mystery woman who was flirting with me - Shannon was her name - she staked her claim to me in convincing fashion. The last thing that I wanted to do was hurt Shannon's feelings and/or insult her by rejecting her advances, though I was more than prepared to do so. Scarlett took care of that for me, though, and decided to add a definitive punctuation mark. "Hi honey," Scarlett cooed at me once our kiss was over, grinning for emphasis. She then glanced at Shannon and offered her a (very fake) smile. Shannon, of course, had a bewildered look on her face. She obviously was not expecting this. "Oh," Scarlett said, turning her attention toward me. "A friend of yours?" "Just an innocent discussion," I mused. "I see you've met Jeremy," Scarlett said to the woman. "He is my husband." My eyes nearly popped from their sockets at those words - her husband (!/?) - as she ended, "I'm really not looking to share him, so you can run along now. Shoo!" Shannon appeared surprised and quite perturbed, but shook her head and walked away without a response. I really was not looking forward to turning her down myself. But thanks to Scarlett, I did not have to. Once Shannon was gone from view, I was able to take a deep breath, and exhale accordingly. "You're welcome," Scarlett simply told me, an overloaded shopping bag hooked on her right forearm. "Husband?" I still could not believe that Scarlett told Shannon that I was her husband. "Thank you. But husband?" She shrugged her shoulders. "It worked, didn't it?" "I think you were jealous," I teased her. She smirked at me. "Maybe. This is supposed to be my night out alone with you. Away from the others." Scarlett patted me on the shoulder and concluded, "I could not let some little hussy invade on my territory tonight." "Hussy?" I laughed. "You're mean." At initial glance, Scarlett appeared to be a distinctive combination of classic Hollywood elegance and unapologetic raw sexuality. Standing 5-foot-3 with an all-natural, curvaceous body, thick and luxurious red hair and sparkling green eyes, Scarlett was both gorgeous and innocently exotic. She had a carefree spirit and a warm, friendly persona that fit seamlessly with the other ladies in our relationship. At the shopping center, Scarlett was dressed in a pair of hip-hugging blue jeans and a button-down twill jacket, its color brown. It was a casual piece with a clever striped lining that gave the appearance of a separate hoodie underneath a simple jacket, but it was actually a single item. A drawstring clinched the striped jersey hood over top of Scarlett's head, keeping her warm. The Norwegian valkyrie also had on a pair of black suede sneakers with 2.6" wedges hidden in them, giving her a modest boost in height. Bright neon pink laces provided a feminine touch, as well as a striking contrast to her entire outfit. And ... that voice. Undoubtedly one of Scarlett's most amazing features was simply the sound of her voice. It was so sultry and erotic that shivers literally went down my spine every time that she spoke. Husky but not smoky, deep but not masculine, breathy but not raspy, along with a definite foreign flavor mixed in. It was absolute, pure perfection. "What did you get?" I asked, taking the bag from her and adding it to the other two I was carrying (like a gentleman). "I bought a travel tote for Devon which I think she will like, and a contour kit for Lindsay." "A contour kit?" "Makeup, Jeremy," she informed me. "Mascara. I also got some energy pills and nutritional supplements for Trish. I think I will give them to her tomorrow for her birthday." "Are you done gift shopping? Or do you want to walk around the mall some more and do some exploring?" "I like exploring." "Anything for my wife," I chuckled, peeling back her hoodie, then hooking my arm around hers. We began walking down the aisleway. "How long have we been married again?" "10 years?" she giggled, shrugging it off. "Our honeymoon was phenomenal!" "Now you are being silly, Jeremy." Needless to say, Scarlett proceeded to receive quite a few stares from men who were obviously dumbstruck by her beauty. Who could blame them? Her eyes were huge and inquisitive; a leafy green that could leave anyone spellbound. Her nose finished in a knob that blended in well with the rest of her physical features. Her cheekbones were hearty but not too severe, those moist, pouty lips were simply epic, and her teeth were glistening white but somewhat crooked along the bottom, which lent a minor blemish to a face that may otherwise have been too perfect to be true. "Why don't you pick out something for yourself?" was my suggestion. "I'll buy you whatever you want." "Oh, I'm fine," she assured me, before coming up to a cardboard cut-out of Carrie Underwood - the famous country music singer - in the display window of an entertainment store. "That is the American celebrity that Lindsay has such a big crush on? Pretty girl." When I nodded my head at her, Scarlett smiled softly. "Thought so. I know very little of American music or entertainment, unfortunately." "Why should you?" I retorted. "You're 30 years old and have spent your entire life living in Norway. This is the first time you ever even left Norway." "America is very different than my country," Scarlett observed, glancing around at the sights within the mall. "Christmas seems very commercialized here. In Norway, the holiday itself seems to have more value and meaning. From what I have seen thus far, Christmas is more about money in America. All of the stores are fighting for business. It is way too commercialized here for my tastes." "I was never a big fan of Christmas until Kristanna came into my life six years ago," I admitted. "Why is that?" "All that time I spent living alone," I frowned. "I never really enjoyed or appreciated Christmas until I had someone special to share it with. You know, someone to show me what it is all about. I first found that in Kristanna." "I am certain you helped show Kristanna, too." "Would you like to sit on his lap?" I grinned, motioning toward Santa Claus across the way. Of course, there was a long line of children - their parents also in tow - waiting to meet him. "I'm sure Santa WOULD love for you to sit on his lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas." Scarlett made a face at me. "I will pass, thank you." She then produced another smile and murmured, "If I sit on any man's lap tonight, it will be yours." "Oh really?" Suddenly, my interest level was sky-high. But so was Scarlett's. But not because of me. "I love sunglasses," she stated, breaking free from my clutches and hurrying over toward a center kiosk that sold hundreds of them. "Never met a pair of sunglasses that I did not like," the enchantress informed me when I approached her, sliding on a couple of pairs. She seemed to really like a certain pair with dark lenses and an exaggerated pink frame. "Do you think they're too girly?" Scarlett asked me, eyeing herself in the mirror. "If you like them, get them," I told her. "I'll pay." "No," she retorted, putting the sunglasses back on their display rack. "I do not want you to spend money on me. I always feel guilty when you buy me something." "It's not like I can't afford it." Scarlett shook her head. "That's not the point." "Better get used to it," I warned her. "I'm hoping to have you as a part of our lives for the next 40 years." Scarlett began to walk off, but stopped once I reached the end of the sentence. She turned and offered me quite the inquisitive look, then flashed that sultry smile yet again. "What are you trying to tell me?" "Guess." She giggled. "I am having lots of fun right now with you and all of the girls. That is for sure. Personally, I think it is amazing how the seven of you love each other so much. You back each other up to no end. Most amazing of all, though, I see no jealousy in your relationship. Anywhere." "It's just a perfect blend of the right mix of people." "Here we go," Scarlett announced, noticing a bath and beauty boutique, and heading straight for it. "I bet that I could find a wonderful Christmas present for Amy in there." "I also wanted to thank you for everything that you did yesterday," I mused, following her into the aforementioned store. "Your medical knowledge and expertise really shed a lot of light when it came to Pamela and her depression issues stemming from the birth of our daughter. Then, you calmed a lot of fears and helped the others understand just exactly what it is that she is dealing with." "I am a nurse, Jeremy. It is what I do." "I still appreciate it, though." "My pleasure," Scarlett nodded. "I hope that Pamela is able to really open up and tell the psychiatrist what is on her mind tomorrow morning when you take her to see him. The proper medicine will work wonders for her." She smiled once more. "The love and support that you and your girls are showing for Pamela is remarkable. It is truly astonishing. She is in the best situation possible to get help." "What do you think about the next 40 years?" Scarlett looked at me and clicked her tongue. She then pursed her lips and glanced downward for an instant, perhaps lost in thought. "40 years sounds very enticing." I grinned at her. "I will take that in a positive way." "My God," she gasped seconds later, staring at the huge display wall in front of her. "So many bars of soap!" That voice literally had its own frequency in the air. It was legitimately as defining of a component of Scarlett's physical makeup as her face, her lips or that wondrous body. Whenever I was with Scarlett, I could feel that sexy voice. The mall was loud and people were in a tizzy, but Scarlett's voice - somewhat sandy, even sounding a bit broken down - cut through the chatter, going above and beyond it. It was the type of voice that I heard no matter what. Fairly soon, Scarlett and I finished walking the rest of the mall. By this point, I was carrying four shopping bags. I refused to allow her to take even one - no matter how tired my arms and shoulders got from the continued strain. "Living on a farm with you and the girls is definitely something new for me, too," she said. "I'm not a farm girl. At least, I wasn't until I met you. Although, that big mansion you live in - the inside of it, at least - is nothing like a farm." "You just have to watch the pigs," I chided her. "Especially Hogglesworth. He can be very sketchy." "The pigs are actually okay," Scarlett retorted. "Horses and cows are all good. But the chickens..." "The chickens are the worst." "Chickens scare me," the red-head offered. "I do not like them at all. They seem a little floppy or something." "Floppy?" "They are vicious," she explained. "I never knew what the term pecking order really meant until I saw a large group of chickens in a coop. That was some nasty business." "Really nasty," I agreed, chuckling with her. "Geese are mean. I try to stay away from them." "Steer clear of the goats, too," I advised her. "They always seem to be in a bad mood." "Can you blame them? They're goats." "True." The last three hours had been simply wonderful for me as I was able to focus all of my energy and effort onto the witty and dazzling Scarlett. It was getting late in the evening, however, and I knew the mall would be closing shortly. Plus, Trish and Lindsay had returned to the hotel from their big day out with their respective families. Lindsay texted me 30 minutes ago and, according to her, everything had been a wonderful success. She and Trish, along with the other ladies, were now patiently waiting for Scarlett and I to make our own return to the hotel. After exiting the mall and getting into our rental car in the parking lot, Scarlett leaned over and pecked my cheek with a kiss. "Thank you, Jeremy. Tonight was really fun." Scarlett added an exclamation mark when she placed the side of her face upon my shoulder and sighed contently. "You're very welcome," I responded, eyeing her longingly. "I had a blast myself. And you finished your shopping." Scarlett hesitated for a moment and bit her lip, but then glanced up at me and mused, "Spending the next 40 years with you - being a part of the family you have created with the other girls - would be a dream-come-true for me." "You already are part of the family, sweetheart." - Two hours later, Scarlett was crying and holding a knife. But this was not near as scary as it may sound. Scarlett was standing at the counter in the kitchen of our hotel suite, preparing herself a late night salad dish. Everything was fine until it was time for her to chop the onions. You see, Scarlett and onions did not mix. Her tears flowed quick and freely. This was not like a normal person slicing into a whiffy, pungent onion. A mere 30 seconds into it, Scarlett was pink-eyed and sniffling, and looking as if she had just lost her best friend. "This happens to me every single time!" Scarlett mewed. Having changed into something a little more comfortable - specifically, one of my dress shirts that went down to her knees - Scarlett's pair of eyeglasses (which she rarely wore) offered no defense. "I'm such a total and complete mess!" Finally, Scarlett put the knife down and had to step away from the counter. The onion had defeated her. After excusing herself for a brief moment, the 30-year-old returned and this time, brought backup. She had on two sets of glasses - the original pair, plus sunglasses - both pushed together and dangling over her nose. "You know, you could just ask for help." "Oh, I'll be fine," Scarlett promised me, her voice full of conviction, as she grasped the knife and began slicing the onion again. "I'm a big girl. I got this." Sure enough, Scarlett soon began to tremble and I saw new tears appearing from underneath her double shield of lenses. Exasperated, she took the remainder of the onions and angrily tossed them into the garbage disposal. "I'm not in the mood to eat onions with my salad tonight anyway." I laughed at her, but soon turned and exited the kitchen. The time was 10:45pm on this Thursday evening, and everyone was still trying to not only recover from our long airline flight from Norway yesterday, but also acclimate themselves to this brand new time zone. Trust me, it was not easy. "Hey kiddo," I said to Lindsay, who was all snug and curled up with Trish underneath a blanket on the sofa, the two of them watching television together. "Miss Trish," I greeted, leaning over and pecking her on the lips. "Hi," Lindsay cooed at me in her soft, ultra-sweet tone. Trish raised her hand and waved at me, saying, "Hey..." "When are you girls going to bed?" "Soon," Trish answered. "Been a long day." "A fun day, though!" Lindsay chirped. "My family is like best friends now with Trish's family. It's awesome!" "Happy birthday," I said to Trish for what seemed like the millionth time today. The sentiment never got old, though. "Thank you." Moments later, I ventured into the first bedroom and found Kristanna and Devon cuddling together as well. Even better, they were sharing deep, open-mouthed kisses, and both were stripped down to their lingerie. Soon, I knew the erotic showcase would be more entertaining - they would be totally nude and fully indulging themselves in each others' charms. Whenever they were alone together, these two ladies simply could not keep their hands to themselves. "Why don't you join us?" Kristanna grinned, extending her arm toward me as an open invitation. "Yes, join us, Jeremy," Devon agreed, her tone breathless. Call me crazy, but as tempting as the idea was, I had to pass. "I need to take a shower first and get freshened up. Perhaps a rain check?" Kristanna giggled at me and shrugged her shoulders. "You lose, then." She immediately resumed her tongue-laced kiss with Devon, and both ladies quickly forgot my presence. Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 03 When I went into the other bedroom that this massive hotel suite had to offer, I noticed that Pamela and Amy were inside. Pamela looked very calm and serene as she lay there and slept peacefully. Amy, though, was all smiles and put her magazine down as I gingerly approached her. "Hi sweetheart," I offered, sharing a kiss with her. I placed my hand upon Amy's abdomen and held it there, and smiled again. It was my way of silently acknowledging the little life that was growing inside of her right now. "Hi Jeremy," Amy returned, full of happiness, as she put her hand over top of mine and squeezed appreciatively. "How is she doing?" I asked, motioning toward Pamela, who was sprawled out next to her in bed. "Better," Amy nodded. "I think knowing and realizing that she has a problem - an actual medical issue - has helped her out a lot. Pamela is looking forward to going to the doctor in the morning and getting back to her old self. She has also been sleeping a whole lot better the past 24 hours." "What about you?" I wondered, my hand now rubbing itself across what would soon be a baby bump. "You feel okay?" "I've never felt better," Amy graciously informed me. After I returned to the main area of the suite, I brushed my hands through Trish's fabulous brown hair and ruffled it a bit as I briskly walked past her and Lindsay on my way to the adjacent washroom. Once inside, I closed the door and began to disrobe. I was tired and very sore; I figured that a shower would be a great elixir for what ailed me. As I turned the water on and then settled on a soothing, warm/hot temperature, I thought about tomorrow and what it would entail for me. In the morning, I was escorting Pamela to a local medical facility where a licensed psychiatrist would most assuredly diagnose her with a mild to moderate form of Postpartum Depression. Hopefully, he would provide Pamela with some medication that would start her on the path to wellness. I already had a second appointment lined up for Pamela - with Amy's personal psychiatrist - exactly one week from today back home in Norway. Also tomorrow, Kristanna and I were going to meet up with my family - my sister and brother, as well as my mother, and many others - for a Christmas gathering. Remember, Lindsay was not the only person from our group who had family in the Cincinnati area. Amy's parents also lived nearby as well, although she had been on the outs with them for a long time. The three of us had all been born in the Cincinnati area. I freely admit I was not near as bold or as brave as was Lindsay; I had still yet to tell anyone in my family (except for my father, who lived in California) that Kristanna was not the only woman in my life. I just did not know how my family - especially my mother - would react to being told that I had three wives, one fiance I would marry in ten short days, and three more girlfriends. They were under the impression that Kristanna and I were married and living quite the vanilla lifestyle in Norway with our newborn son, Kaden. Also, I knew everyone at the family party tomorrow would be greatly disappointed that we chose not to bring Kaden with us. Heck, no one in my family (with the exception of my father) even had a clue about Piper... Kristanna and I would have to be back at the hotel by 8:00pm tomorrow evening, though, because there were plans and arrangements for all of us to celebrate Trish's 32nd birthday (which was actually today). Although the party would take place 24 hours later than it should have, it was going to be a fun and festive night nonetheless. The following day - Saturday the 20th - we would begin to concentrate and focus as a group on the final preparations for the upcoming wedding of Trish and Lindsay. Their wedding date was Tuesday the 23rd, so it was rapidly approaching. I wanted everything about the ceremony itself and the reception afterward to be absolutely perfect. While taking the aforementioned shower, I was in no rush for it to end. I did not experience a debilitating case of jet lag this time around as I had following some of our transoceanic flights in the past, but I still felt incredibly sluggish. I had also put up a good facade for the ladies, not letting them know that I felt any discomfort at all. I thought about my life and how fortunate of a man I was. No, fortunate was not the word. It was more like damn lucky. Did I really just freely mingle and socialize with seven drop-dead, gorgeous women in a five minute span like it was nothing? Well ... six (Pamela was sleeping). Regardless, did I really just do that? Even more amazing, all of these ladies loved and cared for me unequivocally. I would be deliriously happy being married to just one of them, and spending the rest of my life with her - no matter who it was - in a monogamous relationship. What normal man would deny himself the opportunity to wake up each morning for the rest of his life only to find Devon's pristine, picture-perfect face just inches away? Or how about a well-mannered wife with submissive tendencies like Amy, who seemed to just glow whenever you were around her? With Trish, why would one even think of putting the genie back in the bottle once she emerged? Was there a man who could resist the sheer exuberance and beauty of Lindsay (let alone her insatiable appetite for pleasure)? Could one find fault in a woman such as Pamela? Miscast for a decade as a stripper, Pamela was now the faithful and loving wife that I had spent years searching for, yet thought I would never find. In all honesty, there may not be such a thing as the perfect woman. But I am a firm believer that for every man, there is a woman made perfect for him. Which leads me to Kristanna. The sexiest and easily the most charismatic woman of the entire group, Kristanna was my true centerpiece in life. She was my focal point; the one that kept me grounded. Beautiful, funny, intelligent and full of world-class charm and sunshine, Kristanna's primary objective - I have heard this from her many times in the past - was to always be certain that I was happy and well taken care of in life. Everything else was secondary to her. Was there a man on the face of the Earth who would not want to have a woman such as Kristanna as his soul-mate and bride? Kristanna was, simply put, the ringleader and true orchestrator of what my life had become over the past year-and-a-half. She welcomed and openly encouraged all of the various other ladies who now had such integral roles in my everyday life. Without her, I would still be experiencing a painful, desolate existance back on the island. Without her, I would be all alone. Kristanna was the one who insisted that I have multiple wives. She wanted Devon - her own favorite girl - as a part of our relationship from the very beginning. Kristanna's reaction when it became clear last year that the more dependent Amy became on me as she battled her mental issues, the more she and I fell in love together? "Invite Amy to stay," Kristanna told me. "Offer her a spot in our life." What about when Trish stepped forward and professed her true feelings for me? "I love Trish! I think she would be a great fit in our relationship." Lindsay, who nearly left us to return home, but changed her mind at the last possible second? "You need Lindsay, Jeremy. And Lindsay needs you." Of course, no one could ever forget the saga with Pamela. Once bitter enemies, Kristanna and Pamela set aside their differences and, with me as their common denominator, eventually fell head-over-heels in love themselves. Still, Kristanna was the ringleader. She was the orchestrator. Pamela would still be wrapping herself around a brass pole on a nightly basis in Maryland if it wasn't for Kristanna. "Just come back to the island with us," I remember her telling Pamela. "It is best for both you and Jeremy. We will work everything out in the end." Three wives. One fiancee. Three girlfriends. If another woman came along who fit our very specific profile and everyone was in agreement about her, Kristanna would pass out another open invitation. All for me, right? Indeed, fortunate was not the proper term to describe my life. I am not certain damn lucky did it the right amount of justice, either. Whatever the case, I was just going to sit back and enjoy the ride. It had been amazing thus far. And throughout that long dialogue, I did not even mention the stunning and vivacious Scarlett. According to Kristanna, Scarlett would be my wife one day, too. Just ask her. *** End of Chapter 3 *** - To Be Continued... Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 04 Chapter 4: "Ensemble" ***** Kristanna was in one of her patented, silly moods. Aiming the camera lens of her cellular telephone right back at her own face, Kristanna was offering unique (and very strange) expressions as she primped and posed. Even better, Kristanna was using a highly exaggerated and very comical southern accent. After all, Kentucky (and the stereotype of the unique dialect its residents spoke) was just across the river from us here in downtown Cincinnati. Kristanna, though, had taken things to a whole new level. She sounded as if she was from deep in the backwater hills. "I gots grilled shrimp, fry shrimp, buffalo shrimp, barbeque shrimp, shrimp on the bah-bie," Kristanna told the camera, enjoying an evening snack of - you guessed it - shrimp. "I gots shrimp from the seaside, Pacific shrimp, Atlantic shrimp, gulf shrimp, sour shrimp, shrimp soup ... shrimp ever'thing." This was actually downright hilarious. Kristanna was butchering that poor accent to no end. I was just glad that she was recording herself. "Ever'body gots shrimp! Even bubblegum gots shrimp." Once Devon suddenly walked into the bedroom, Kristanna turned the camera toward her. She immediately shifted the view downward - toward Devon's cleavage - which was looking oh so fine, all squished up in a body-hugging tank-top that she must have had a massive struggle just to get into while preparing for bed moments ago. "Those aren't shrimp," Kristanna playfully advised the camera. "Those are JUMBO SHRIMP!" And with that, Kristanna squealed and bounced about in a hysterical fit of laughter. "You're insane," Devon countered, her tone all serious and straightforward, as she waved a menacing finger at Kristanna. Devon then glanced over at me. "Tell her, Jeremy. Tell Krissy that she is one crazy ass, insane chick." I could not tell her anything; I was too preoccupied. Did I mention Kristanna that was dressed up as a schoolgirl? Not only was Kristanna very sweet and kind-hearted, but she was also drop-dead gorgeous. She was trim and fit at 5-foot-11 and 115 pounds, and had long, stylish blonde hair which went down to the center of her back. She had a tight, athletic figure, and the absolute, most perfect set of firm, long legs that I have ever seen on a woman. Kristanna's schoolgirl outfit - she was feeling quite mischievous tonight, and had decided to play dress up for me - was a definite sight to behold. Kristanna could most assuredly teach anyone a lesson or two, wearing a two-tone (black and gray) bra and a black open front cropped tie top that was fastened at her midriff, yet left both her toned, flat stomach, and her cleavage fully exposed. The 25-year-old also had on an incredibly flimsy gray schoolgirl plaid mini-skirt; it was so sinful and small that the crotch of her white cotton panties was visible, with her little, puffy muffin trying to peak out. She also wore a pair of knee-length black and gray checkered socks. Relaxing next to me and idly stroking my cock through the pair of shorts that I had on, Kristanna glanced up at Devon and wondered, "Do you like my outfit, baby?" "You look delicious!" Devon cooed at her. Kristanna lifted the hem of her swishy, little skirt, offering both of us a full, tempting view of her luscious white panties. "You know how much Jeremy likes these cute, little costumes, Devvy. Lindsay hasn't dressed up for him and role-played like this in a couple of weeks. So I figured that, who better than me than to pick up the slack?" "I have schoolgirl uniforms too," Devon reminded her. Kristanna offered Devon a look. "Yes, but you're not good for the part." There was a playful tent to her voice. There usually was when she spoke with Devon. "Why is that?" "Schoolgirls are supposed to be sweet and innocent," she responded, teasing Devon, while trailing both hands down the front of her own body. "Look at me. I'm the perfect picture of innocence. Not even the driven snow is as pure as I am. Then look at you, Devvy. You're a slut." "I am not!" Devon huffed, trying to conceal her smile. "I wish you would quit calling me a slut. I'm a good girl!" "SURE you're a good girl," Kristanna giggled. "Sure..." Devon reached down toward my crotch and found my aching erection. "I think Jeremy REALLY likes your uniform. He's as hard as a rock!" "I think we should dress up for him like this every week," Kristanna grinned, which caused my eyes to go wide. "I could be something sweet like a schoolgirl or cheerleader. Lindsay, too. Trish likes sports, right? She could dress up like a sexy referee. Pamela, a naughty bookworm. Amy in leather and lace, as the submissive maid. Scarlett? Why, a nurse, of course! You, Devvy though, you ... you could dress up as the devil, or something." "THE DEVIL?" Kristanna laughed. "You'd look good in a devil's outfit." She turned her attention toward me. "How about it, Jeremy? Would you like for all of us girls to dress up for you each and every week from now on? Have a private costume party?" "I really like the Little Red Riding Hood outfit that Pamela has," Devon murmured. "She looks smoking hot in it." Unable to speak because I found myself stunned by the radiant sight of schoolgirl Kristanna, I simply nodded my head. I would love to have dress up parties every week! "Can I make a suggestion, angel?" Devon asked, looking at Kristanna. "Pig-tails." My heart literally skipped a beat as Devon added, "You need pig-tails in your hair with that outfit if you REALLY want to get Jeremy going." Devon rubbed my cock through the cargo shorts that I wore. "Although ... he is going a million miles an hour right now as it is." "That's right..." Kristanna giggled, her eyes fixated upon me. "Pig-tails. I seem to recall Lindsay likes wrapping your cock in one of her pig-tails while dressed as a cheerleader or schoolgirl, and whacking you off." The erotic remembrances flashed throughout my mind as the sultry Kristanna added, "You always liked that a lot." She pointed toward the adjacent washroom. "Let me go in there and put my hair up in pig-tails. I'll be back." "Hurry up!" Devon insisted, as she and I watched Kristanna strut her way over to the washroom door. I cannot emphasize how beautiful her legs were. Those long limbs of perfection seemed to just glide along with every step that she took. After Kristanna sashayed into the washroom and closed its door, Devon turned her total focus upon me. She crawled into the bed and planted a deep, sensuous kiss upon my lips. "All of the other girls are sleeping right now," she informed me. "Trish and Lindsay are out on the pull-out sofa, while Pamela, Amy and Scarlett are in the other bedroom." Devon popped a lone shrimp from Kristanna's snack plate into her mouth and swallowed it down. "Looks like we have the hotel suite to ourselves for the remainder of the night. I know that you do not want to stay up too late though, Jeremy, because you have to take Pamela to the doctor in the morning." "Hey hey!" Kristanna chirped, returning from the washroom. With her long-flowing blonde hair now styled up into two bushy, adorable pig-tails, Kristanna hesitated in mid-step and spun around, modeling her outfit for us. She looked every part the schoolgirl too. An amazon schoolgirl with legs from here until next week, that is. Once Devon extended her arms, Kristanna lunged forward and then climbed onto the bed. On her hands and knees, she crawled toward Devon and met her mouth with her own for a very slow, tongue-filled kiss. I sat back and idly watched them for several seconds, but eventually reached out with my right hand and stroked one of Kristanna's exquisite legs as she and Devon shared a warm, loving embrace. Soon, my hand drifted underneath that tiny, plaid skirt. She broke her lip-lock with Devon, then turned toward me and offered a glittering smile. "I see that you are already playing with my skirt. You seem to turn into a completely different person, Jeremy, when one of us dresses up in a naughty costume like this for you." "I kind of like it," Devon grinned. "Jeremy always leads and thinks with love and compassion for all of us. But when we play dress up, lust and desire suddenly rule the day." "Can you blame me?" I asked Devon, my voice very low and controlled. The mere sight of Kristanna in that little skirt was enough to send me into cardiac arrest. How I had not pounced on her yet was a great mystery. I then thought to myself that I was incredibly fortunate to have a collection of women who would go to the lengths that all seven of these do to satisfy me, and make me happy. Kristanna was definitely not a schoolgirl. She was a very bright and intelligent young woman, with a truly legendary sense of humor. But she was also very mature. Yet Kristanna was willing to dress up as a schoolgirl for me. She did not give a second thought to changing her hair to the way I preferred for this wicked role-playing game. Would most women be willing to step down into a role such a schoolgirl, in order to please their partner? I think not. But Kristanna did it because these uniforms were my fetish. She did it, bottom line, in order to make me happy. Devon would do anything for me. If I only know one thing in my life, that is it. Devon would do anything for me. That woman fell in love the very first time she laid her eyes on me, and those feelings have multiplied with every second that has gone by since. In the previous 17 months, Devon has dressed up for me as a schoolgirl, cheerleader, maid, policewoman, firefighter, nurse and angel. She loved those roles simply because they never failed to arouse me. Together, Kristanna and Devon were the perfect complement for each other. Devon could seem so classy and distinguished when she wanted to be. Kristanna, on the other hand, was a pure comedian. She was always teasing and ragging on Devon about something. Devon could also be somewhat reserved and quiet at times, while Kristanna was outgoing and amicable. Mix them together, though, and it was pure magic. They had a special chemistry between each other which could never be duplicated. There were times when I would just sit back and marvel during one of their interactions. Kristanna and Devon were true beacon of lights in my eyes. I do not know how I survived as long as I did before our relationship came about. And that was not even mentioning the other five ladies in my life, all of whom made things infinitely better both individually and collectively. I was such a fortunate man; I simply cannot stress that enough. "Why don't you get off the bed and put on a little show for us?" Devon asked Kristanna, a glowing smile upon her face. "C'mon angel, let's see if you got any dance moves." "Dance moves?" Kristanna playfully scoffed. "What do you think? That I'm a stripper? If anyone, Devvy, you should strip. Not moi. You fit the part much better than me." "Moi?" Devon laughed. "Are you learning French now?" "We we," Kristanna nodded. "Give us a little dance," Devon insisted, motioning for Kristanna to stand up. "C'mon, dance for us!" The 25-year-old held her right arm outward and waved it at Devon. "I'm not about to dance unless you pay me 35 dollars. Or 250 kroner." "Kroner?" Devon laughed. "This isn't Norway, baby. This is America. I'm not giving you any Norwegian money." "Pamela told me that when she gave lap dances to customers in the strip club where she worked in Baltimore, she charged 35 dollars," Kristanna mused. "If you want me to dance for you, Devvy, it will cost you 35 dollars in cold, hard cash." "I'll give you 35 cents," Devon said. "But that might be too much. Your dancing might not be worth it. Hmmmmm ... I'll give you a dime. Yes, ten cents." Kristanna lunged at Devon and pinned her shoulders to the bed beneath her. "TEN CENTS? Is that all I'm worth to you?" She smashed her mouth upon Devon's for a hot, searing kiss. "You little slut ... you need to be spanked so bad!" "You're the one who needs to be spanked!" "I'm gonna tie you up, Devvy, then spank and whip that little ass of yours repeatedly for a full week," Kristanna huffed, feigning anger. "Maybe even a whole month! God only knows how much you deserve it..." "Not if I tie you up first!" Devon warned, wrapping both arms around her wife's shoulders and squeezing tightly. Devon used both hands to latch onto Kristanna's pig-tails, then gently pulled and yanked on them. After giving her a full kiss on the lips, Devon turned her gaze toward me and smiled. "Hey there, Jeremy. I forgot you were here." "You have to join the conversation," Kristanna told me. "I'm fine just listening to the two of you and your play fights," I retorted. "It's very relaxing to me." Still nestled beneath her upon the bed, Devon trailed her right hand down Kristanna's back and only came to a rest at her ass. She patted that lush, tight ass through the plaid skirt that Kristanna wore and grinned at me. "Isn't Krissy the sexiest 'lil schoolgirl that you have ever seen?" "You're the sexiest 'lil slut I've ever seen," Kristanna swooned, first bumping noses with Devon, then kissing her. When I moved closer to them upon the bed and latched onto her with my right hand, Kristanna offered no resistance as I pulled her away from Devon. I encircled her with both arms and we shared a deep, probing kiss, but then I laid her out upon the mattress beneath me. She looked downright exotic in that schoolgirl uniform, with her hair up in pig-tails. I was so glad that Kristanna dressed up for me tonight. Without saying a word, I leaned over and burrowed my face between Kristanna's heavenly thighs. I kissed and licked the inside of each thigh in a slow, methodical manner, then deftly pulled her white panties downward. I slid my face in even deeper - my head was now hidden beneath her little, plaid skirt - and attached my lips to her pussy for a taste. Both ladies giggled as I began to lick and swipe away at the sweet folds of Kristanna's slit with my curious tongue. She gently squeezed her thighs around my head and lifted her hips high off the mattress. At the same time, Devon started to trail her hand over and across my shoulders and back. "Hmmmmm YESSSSS..." Kristanna moaned, as I then inserted a pair of fingers into her nether regions. I dabbed at her clitoris with my tongue while pumping both fingers in-and-out of her at a leisurely pace. Needless to say, I was enjoying myself. I owed it to all seven of the women in my life to do whatever I could to bring them the ultimate in pleasure and satisfaction whenever I was with them. I withdrew my fingers from my wife's pussy and, after establishing eye contact with her, I licked them dry. The taste of her sweet nectar brought a smile to my face. "I want more," she requested. "Lick me some more." As Kristanna squirmed and writhed about beneath me, I smiled at the intoxicating sight of her sweet, beautiful pussy. I was frozen for several seconds, simply enjoying the eye candy, but finally could not resist her any longer. My tongue returned to her clitoris and this time, I offered it a series of long swipes that made her body pulsate. Before I knew what was happening next, Devon had moved her face close to mine as I continued to explore the tender depths of Kristanna's pussy with my tongue. I caught Devon out of the corner of my eye, but did not pay her a lot of attention. The feast in front of me was my main focus. Once Kristanna stretched her thighs as far apart as they would go, I felt Devon place her cheek upon the side of my face. Then, in a move that surprised me, Devon applied some pressure, and gently nudged my face away from the joining of Kristanna's thighs. Suddenly, Devon was enjoying the feast. Stunned, I stared at Devon as she hungrily lapped away upon Kristanna's pussy. I could not believe that she pushed me aside like that! But in no way was I angry about it. I had a smile on my face as I replayed the incident in my mind. It was actually sort of funny ... in a way. "You greedy little thing..." I chuckled, patting Devon's ass through the pink shorts that she had on. All I received in response was a giggle from both ladies. A moment later, Kristanna reached out with her left hand and clutched my wrist. Now with my attention, she flashed me a smile as her body basked in the glow of Devon's tongue. I brought that hand to my lips and lovingly kissed it. She looked so pure and wholesome in her schoolgirl uniform... A closer inspection revealed that in addition to her velvety tongue, Devon was attacking Kristanna's pussy with four fingers (yes, FOUR). She was violently thrusting them in-and-out of that moist crevice while also licking it with her tongue. Suddenly, the 25-year-old was flying with lust. "Oh God, Devvy! HMMMMM ... do me, baby! Make me cum!" A split-second later, Devon withdrew both her face and fingers from Kristanna's pussy. She glared down at her for a brief, intense moment, before a truly wicked, devious look came to her face. My eyes wide, she then brought her hand up and offered Kristanna's pussy a harsh, stinging slap. "OOOOOH YEEEEESSSSS!" she screamed, every muscle within her body contracting at once. "You like that ... don't you?" Devon demanded, her grin evil. "Don't you, Krissy? Last week, I watched Trish do this to Lindsay and it drove her FUCKING INSANE. Do you want me to spank your pussy some more? Do you, angel?" "Uh huh!" was Kristanna's loud, enthusiastic response. "Spank it! Spank my pussy! OH MY GOD that felt so good!" Kristanna screeched and cried out in utter passion as Devon offered her pussy at least seven or eight hard swats in succession with an open hand. Once she was finished, Devon brought that hand, which was now soaked with feminine love-juice, in front of her face and inspected it. Then, her eyes flashing, Devon smacked Kristanna's pussy again. "That's for calling me a slut!" she squealed, before diving right back into that all-you-can-eat-buffet. "Oh God!" Kristanna gushed. "Lick me! Lick meeeee! Oh my God, you're gonna make me cream my pussy! Fuck, Devvy ... just a little more! Just a little more! LICK ME!" After giving Kristanna's luscious pussy yet another swift, open-handed slap, Devon finally caused the dam to burst. "YESSSSS! OHHHHH! DEVVY! DEVVYYYYY!" Kristanna's entire body was vibrating upon the bed as she went through the joyous progression of orgasm. All the while, Devon had both her lips and tongue buried deep within that sweet, tasty pussy. She wanted to suck down and swallow all of the flowing juices for herself. Who could blame her? Once the sensations in Kristanna had finally settled down and Devon was finished licking her pussy completely dry, the 28-year-old withdrew her face from the joining of her thighs and smiled at her. The look upon Kristanna's face, though, was one of total devotion and adoration. "God, Devvy..." she sighed. "That was incredible!" She shook her head, with erotic tears in her eyes. "I love you. There is a reason why Devon rhymes with Heaven!" Devon grabbed Kristanna's left hand and pulled her up into a seated position upon the bed, only to then smash her mouth upon hers with a fervid, passionate kiss. The pair of blondes hugged and clutched each other with reckless abandon, their lips and tongues running rampant between their mouths. Soon, Kristanna was cupping and squeezing one of Devon's large, firm breasts through the tank-top that she wore. "Baby..." Kristanna breathed once their kiss was broken. She bumped noses with Devon and cooed, "Oh baby ... that was so hot." She kissed her again and added, "You can spank my pussy like that whenever you want from now on!" Surprised, Devon squealed when I grabbed her shoulders from behind and pulled her away from Kristanna. Embracing her with both hands upon her breasts, I curled my neck and planted a sultry, probing kiss of my own upon her lips. The moment it was over, I smiled at Devon. Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 04 "You nudged me out!" "What are you talking about?" Devon asked, confused. "I was giving Krissy some oral and you nudged me out!" I exclaimed, though in a playful way. "Greedy little girl..." Devon actually blushed at my comment. "Oh! I'm sorry, Jeremy. When I saw Krissy's pussy, I just couldn't help myself. I HAD to have a taste of her then and there." "I should give you a spanking myself," I teased her. "I cannot believe you nudged me out like that!" "God knows she deserves it!" Kristanna huffed. Devon turned her head to look at her bride, then reached out and gently yanked on the hem of her schoolgirl skirt. "You may have got that uniform, Krissy, but I bought a 'lil something special at the adult store earlier today." "Oh?" Kristanna countered, curious. "What?" Smiling, Devon then used her opposite hand to retrieve a moderately sized dildo from underneath her pillow. She held the crude object up, which was a bright pink color and about six inches in length. "Do you like it, sweetie?" "It's not as big as most of our other dildos," Kristanna observed. "But I like the pink color. It's pretty." "This dildo is small simply because it is not meant for your pussy," Devon advised her. "It's for your ass, baby." Kristanna grinned at the prospects. "Oh really? Do you feel like trying it out on me ... right now?" Devon glanced back at me. "I want Jeremy to be involved, too. It's pretty much been one-on-one thus far ... and not a threesome. I want all of us to have sex with each other." I chuckled at her squealy proclamation. Devon was such a total sweetheart. "You two lovely ladies are doing pretty good without me. If you want to use your new toy on her, Devon ... by all means, go ahead. It's a good show and you know, well ... I just LOVE to watch. I always have." "Are you sure?" Devon confirmed, appearing hesitant. "I love to watch you two girls," I told her. "I love everything there is about both of you. I love to listen to you two talk. I love to watch you two have sex together. Indulge me, honey. Indulge YOURSELF." "Okay..." Devon relented. She kissed me flush on the lips and cooed, "But I want you to join in on our fun soon." I laughed. "You'll just nudge me out again somehow." "I will not!" Devon playfully squealed. "I promise!" "I'll be happy to nudge you out if you get anywhere close to Devvy's pussy," Kristanna grinned, her alluring blue eyes trained upon me. "I want it for myself!" Devon waved her hot-pink dildo before Kristanna in an arrogant, taunting manner. "Get on all fours, angel. I have a present for you!" Kristanna needed no further coaxing as she rolled onto her frontside and then rose up to her hands and knees. After Devon tucked the hemline of her plaid skirt into its waistband, Kristanna jutted her ass outward and wiggled it about in a very flirtatious, enticing manner. Devon licked her lips in response, the naughty ideas about what to do with that magnificent ass obviously flashing throughout her mind. I sat back and settled in against the headboard of the bed as Devon leaned forward and kissed the taut, firm cheeks of Kristanna's ass. Once the kiss was over, Kristanna began moaning and sighing out in forbidden arousal as Devon licked and swiped away at her puckered anus with her tongue. "Oh Devvy, you're such a slut!" Kristanna growled, looking over her shoulder as her rectum was being orally worshiped. "Tongue my ass like a lollipop! You bitch!" Devon did not seem to particularly enjoy that last comment and let Kristanna know it by cruelly smacking both sides of her ass in succession. "What did you call me?" "A bitch!" Kristanna gasped, as Devon's tongue was now offering her little rosebud of an anus full, sweeping licks with her tongue. "That is what you are ... a nasty bitch! Licking my ass like that..." Instead of continuing the verbal sparring match, Devon turned toward me and said, "She has too pretty of a mouth to be saying such horrible things." Devon winked at me and suggested, "Why not go over and shut Krissy up?" Then, her eyes drifted toward the monstrous bulge within my shorts... I got the idea and immediately pulled my shorts and briefs downward, exposing my full, aching cock. I grasped it with my right hand and was about to maneuver myself upon my knees around to Kristanna's front, but paused once Devon began smearing her new pink dildo up with lubricant. Literally boiling over with excitement, Kristanna began to sway and bump her hips about in an exaggerated fashion. "Give it to me, Devvy! Fuck my ass with that dildo!" "Who's the bitch NOW?" "Oh God..." Kristanna moaned, her entire body shifting about, as Devon slowly inserted the object into her rectum. Inch after inch, Devon kept pushing forward until just the dildo's large handle was showing. Kristanna smacked her right hand upon the bed and growled, "OH GOD ... THAT THING FEELS SO GOOD. Fuck me, Devvy. Fuck my ass! FUCK IT!" As the luscious vixen violated Kristanna's anus with the dildo in her right hand, she used her left to again smack her ass. "You always say how much I need to be spanked!" She slapped that ass some more. "YOU need to be spanked!" "OHHHHH FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" Kristanna swore, the dual sensations of anal penetration and being spanked short-circuiting her senses. "HARDER, DEVVY! HARDER!" Suddenly, Devon's right arm was a blur as she brutally pistoned the dildo in-and-out of Kristanna's ass. "YESSSSS!" "Will you go over there and shut her up already?" Devon demanded, looking my way with a hard gleam in her eyes. Perched upon my knees, I made my way over to Kristanna and busily stroked my erection once I was directly in front of her. She glared up at me as Devon continued to thump her ass with the pink dildo. Kristanna was such a darling in that schoolgirl uniform, with her hair up in pig-tails... I offered my beloved wife a heartfelt smile, then grasped the side of her head and inserted my throbbing shaft into her awaiting mouth. "You know what to do with it," I told Kristanna, as Devon looked on and nodded in approval. Kristanna swallowed the entire length of my erection into that magical mouth of hers and began to slurp away upon it in a rather hungry fashion. I smiled once more, then added to her excitement level by pumping myself in-and-out of her mouth. Kristanna gagged for a moment and nearly choked, but recovered and continued sucking as Devon drilled her ass. Kristanna cried and shrieked in response as I repeatedly jammed my erection into, and out of, her mouth. My hips kept churning about as I looked up and smiled at Devon, whose large, bountiful breasts were flopping about wildly underneath her tank-top as she continued to thrust the dildo in-and-out of Kristanna's rectum. Soon, I was pounding Kristanna's exquisite mouth with all of the energy that I had within me. With the allure of those precious pig-tails, of course, I could not resist the urge to reach out and latch onto them with both hands. As my cock violated her mouth, I stretched those pig-tails outward and held onto them as if they were handle-bars. Kristanna's very wide and looming blue eyes, needless to say, were absolutely fixated upon me. When Devon reached underneath Kristanna's body and used her free hand to offer her pussy another slap - just like before - the Norwegian lost total control of her faculties. Kristanna's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she nearly passed out from the indescribable sensations of orgasm which were running roughshod throughout her body. She went totally limp, falling into a helpless, defenseless heap upon the bed. In the process, my erection slipped free of her mouth, and Devon relented with her anal assault. In fact, Devon wrapped both arms around Kristanna from behind and cuddled with her. However, I was not quite finished. I still needed to get off, but that definitely would not take too long. I grasped my cock and aimed it directly at Kristanna's tired, exhausted face. An instant later, I was stroking like a madman before the eruption came. Not expecting it, Kristanna flinched as the first blast of sperm landed on her face. She opened one eye and glared up at me as the second plopped onto her hair, while the third (and final) hit her directly on the nose. Even though I was now drained, Devon still reached up and palmed my testicles with her right hand. With her left, she gently caressed Kristanna's shoulder blades, while also kissing them at the same time. "I love you, baby," she cooed, her lips now sliding over and across various regions of Kristanna's back. "Did I make you feel good? I wasn't too rough ... was I?" After a short pause, Kristanna turned her head and looked up at Devon with a sincere, loving smile. "You could never be too rough with me. You know I love physical sex." She then glanced up at me, my sperm still splattered all across her face and hair. "I love you, Jeremy." Smiling, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you too, peaches." I then glanced at Devon and nodded, "I also love you ... my dear, sweet princess." On her knees, Devon stepped around Kristanna's prone body and then embraced me with both arms. "I love you, Jeremy! Forever and ever and ever and EVER!" "Let's get some sleep," I suggested, settling into the mattress. Still wearing her little schoolgirl uniform, Kristanna found the energy to quickly scurry over the top of me and came to a stop at my left. She snuggled herself hard against my body and placed the side of her face upon my shoulder. Meanwhile, Devon did the same, exact thing - only on the other side. Suddenly, I had a pair of lovely blonde heads comfortably resting on either shoulder. After flipping off the wall lamp above us, I felt a pair of hands gently rubbing and massaging my chest. An instant later, I traded kisses with both Kristanna and Devon. They leaned their heads over my body and shared a loving kiss of their own. Soon, they were resting upon my shoulders again. Once we exchanged another round of tender and loving kisses, the three of us eventually drifted off to sleep... End of Chapter 4 ***** PLEASE NOTE: There will be one additional chapter tacked onto this story, bringing the total to six instead of the originally planned five. The story and series will end at chapter six! Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 05 Chapter 5: "Prelude" Considering the fact that I actually spent 16 years on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with little to no contact from the outside world whatsoever, I thought of myself as somewhat of a quasi-expert when it came to the subject of mental health and depression. I certainly had been to my fair share of psychiatrists and similar medical professionals throughout the years. If anything, I was an absolute authority on what it was like to feel lonely and hopeless, with no light at the end of the tunnel. Because of what I had been through in the past, I had a much better grasp and understanding of Pamela's bout of Postpartum Depression than most - if not all - of the other ladies. Postpartum Depression is just that - depression. It is a clinical, acute mental health disorder. Most women tend to experience a dip in their mood following the birth of a child. It may be a mild mood swing that is barely noticed, or a huge, emotional crash that can take months or even years to recover from. The high of giving birth wears off and anxiety may start to set in, and the mother's normal routine is quickly disrupted as the round-the-clock demands of a newborn are intense and require considerable stamina and patience. Breastfeeding can present a serious challenge, or the new mother may feel discomfort or pain from healing, or other health issues. What can result from these drastic changes is a wide range of social and psychological factors associated with having a baby which may create an increased risk of depression. Such changes can have a direct influence on feelings of fatigue and hopelessness. All body systems contribute to how our brains function, and how we, in turn, perceive the world. Simply put, having a newborn is a very challenging and exhausting ordeal. In some cases, unrealistic expectations of what a new baby will be like can create a profound sense of failure, robbing a mother of her self-confidence before it even has a chance to develop. She may wonder, why is it so difficult for me? She may perceive motherhood as being so easy for everyone else, yet incredibly difficult for her. Pamela had already explained to us how she felt so happy and on top of the world while actually pregnant, and then how those feelings all but vanished almost the very instant she gave birth. It certainly did not help that I left her alone in the hospital that first night; I should have stayed instead of opting to go home to be with the other ladies. Apparently, Pamela had a very rough time that evening trying to get Piper to settle down and eventually fall asleep. She actually felt frantic and overwhelmed, and was in tears. I am still quite angry at myself for not opting to stay and spend the night with her - a better husband would have (I hate to admit that). Pamela was also very insecure about her current weight. She had been a trim and physically fit 120 pounds from the moment I met her, but went up to 161 at the height of her pregnancy. Now, some three weeks later, she was holding steady at 145 pounds. And it was driving her insane. Again, being around the other ladies on a daily basis probably did not do her any favors in regards to her weight and the image she had of herself as a result of it. Really, it was a non-issue to everyone but her. None of us looked at her any differently in a physical sense because she was carrying some excess weight following the birth of our daughter. It happens to every new mother, after all. Some of the other ladies, though, were either the epitome of diet and physical fitness (Kristanna and Trish) or simply so small and frail that they did not have an extra ounce on them (Devon and Lindsay). Was Pamela suddenly comparing herself to them, and feeling inadequate as a result? Did she consider herself to be unattractive compared to the collection of models and centerfolds that were a part of our daily lives? Of course, what Pamela failed to realize that all of us still looked at her as a supermodel in her own right. She was a beautiful, new mother, and had an equally beautiful daughter to raise. What can be more attractive than that? Pamela would understand that in due time, and I had the sneaking suspicion that once she felt better, those excess pounds would quickly become a distant memory. I do not like to be reminded of this - but Pamela was an exotic dancer for 12 years. It was her job to stay in tip-top shape; the club where she worked had such high demands and standards that if she (or any other performer) was even one pound over a certain weight, they would send her home, or even fire her. Pamela had always embraced the idea of physical fitness, and I knew that soon the only comparing with the other ladies she would be doing would be in a strictly positive sense. Compounding her current issues, Pamela missed Piper horribly as we were in the middle of our vacation in the United States. It was tearing her up inside that her newborn baby was some 4,000 miles away from us right now in Norway (the same could be said for Kristanna and her infant son, Kaden). We were here, of course, for Trish and Lindsay's wedding, and could not have safely brought Piper on such a long airline flight. Pamela (or Kristanna, for that matter) did not regret the decision to leave her child behind; she understood that this trip was for Trish and Lindsay. Still, Pamela missed Piper. And Kristanna missed Kaden. Badly. The two ladies would gather at the laptop computer at various points throughout the day and night, and watch live images via web-cam of their respective child that Kristanna's mother, Rande, was providing for us. Rande and her husband, Kristof, were watching the babies for us. Oftentimes, Pamela would become so incredibly emotional that she would just break down and start crying. She desperately wanted to cradle Piper in her arms and be able to love, coddle and care for her. But what of the panic attacks Pamela had experienced since giving birth to Piper? The stress and anxiety? The loss of appetite, the extreme fatigue, her decreased libido and the feelings of sadness and emptiness? Did the fact that Pamela was actually ashamed of herself for not feeling more happy make her a bad mother, or a bad wife? A bad person? The answer, of course, was a resounding NO. Her body simply did not react very well to the process of giving birth and the recovery from it afterward. Her body's chemicals and hormones were in complete and utter chaos, and it would need plenty of time (and support) to properly heal and return to normal. I sat next to Pamela and held her hand in the office of the psychiatrist in a suburb of Cincinnati on Friday morning for 90 minutes and listened to her pour her heart and soul out to him. There were certain things that had been affecting her that I did not even know about, yet they added to her overall list of problems and the challenges she faced on the path to wellness. I prefer to keep them private - between her and me, and the rest of our little family - so will not expound. However, I will say that everything - at least in my mind - could be easily dealt with and taken care of in due time. And yes, indeed, the psychiatrist diagnosed Pamela with a moderate form of Postpartum Depression - just as Scarlett (who was a registered nurse back home in Norway) predicted he would. The psychiatrist prescribed Pamela with a 10mg dosage of an anti-depressant called Celexa, and wanted it increased to 20mg after seven days. The doctor explained to us that while Celexa would not be an end-all, be-all cure for Pamela and the troubles that ailed her, it would help regulate and stabilize her neurological system and everyday mood while her body naturally healed on its own. He did not believe that Pamela's Postpartum Depression was all that severe and, as a result, she would not have to stay on the medication for long. The only real cure for her would be a lot of emotional love and support and, most of all, time. Just time. Both of us felt comfortable around this psychiatrist and at ease; it was a shame that this would be Pamela's only visit to him. We would be back home in Norway next week, of course, and I already had a follow-up appointment scheduled for her with Amy's personal psychiatrist, Dr. Johansson. I had faith that Pamela would feel equally at ease with him. Originally after taking Pamela to the psychiatrist, I was going to drop her off at the hotel and pick up Kristanna, then go and have Christmas with my family at my sister's house in [City Name]. I pulled some strings with my family, though, and got that party postponed until tomorrow. I simply told them that something came up, and Kristanna and I could not make it today (of course, they did not know about all of the other ladies in my life). I wanted to spend the day out with Pamela and show her a good time. What better place to start than a Barnes and Noble bookstore? An avid reader, Pamela had over 8,000 (!) books in her personal library at the mansion back home in Norway. The woman had simply never come across a book or magazine that she did not enjoy reading. Pamela was in her element here; I could tell that she was happy and attentive, and full of curiosity as she browsed through the selection of reading material. Thus, we spent two hours in the Barnes and Noble, and left with three heavy bags of books and magazines. Needless to say, I allowed Pamela to pick our next destination. She reminded me that I had descendants buried in a cemetery about 40 miles away in Rising Sun, Indiana, and there was also a riverboat casino located in the town as well (the Rising Star Casino Resort). It sounded like a good idea to me. The drive along the Ohio River throughout snow-doused rural Indiana was particularly breathtaking. After spending a few moments with my long-deceased grandparents, aunt and uncle at the cemetery (all from my father's side of the family), Pamela and I went to the riverboat casino and had a late lunch at its all-you-can-eat buffet. Then, it was off to the gaming room itself. I was not a gambler in any sense of the imagination; most of my time at the casino would be spent at the penny and nickel video poker machines. I got amusement and fun out of just playing and trying to conquer the various machines without actually risking (or winning) any money. Pamela was much the same way; she and I were inseparable as we made our rounds among the penny and nickel machines. We were simply there to relax and have a good time. At 5:00pm, I received an interesting telephone call from Kristanna. She informed me that a certain surprise was awaiting Pamela upon our return to the hotel in Cincinnati. Instead of telling her that, I explained to Pamela that I was tired, and wanted to go back to the hotel and get some much-needed rest before Trish's birthday party later tonight. It was good to be able to spend the majority of the day out and about with Pamela in a one-on-one setting, especially with the emotional issues that she was currently battling. Pamela really seemed to enjoy herself as well, and even said so during our drive back to Cincinnati. Oh, and that surprise? Pamela screeched and began crying tears of joy once she stepped foot in the hotel suite and found her younger sister from Maryland, Candice, waiting for her. The two shared an emotional, heartfelt embrace. Apparently, Kristanna had pulled some strings of her own today. She got in touch with Candice, who lived in suburban Baltimore, and told her of some of the issues that her sister, Pamela, was experiencing. Kristanna asked Candice if she could make it to the airport and fly to Cincinnati for a surprise visit; the airfare and any expenses would be taken care of. Candice said she could get off of work early, but would have to go back home in the morning because she had a 1:00pm to 9:00pm shift on Saturday night (tomorrow). Pamela was overjoyed to have this surprise reunion with her sister. She was closer with Candice than anyone else in her family, and had not seen her since our wedding in late August. It only added to what had already been, after the trip to the doctor, a fun day for her. Now, this was a truly memorable day for Pamela. Leave it to the centerpiece of happiness itself, Kristanna, to make things like this happen. She never failed to amaze me. -- Candice stayed with us that evening and everyone had a blast as we celebrated Trish's 32nd birthday (although a day late) with a fun and wild party. We kept the sexual innuendo to a bare minimum in an effort not to embarrass or make Candice feel uncomfortable; she was not bi-sexual like her sister, and had zero interest in exploring the lifestyle. Still, Candice supported Pamela and the decisions that she had made, and knew that her sister was around a great collection of people who loved and cared for her to no end. Candice also said that she was going to talk to her boss, and try and get some vacation time in the next two to three weeks so she could go to Norway and finally meet her niece, Piper. Candice theorized that she could probably spend 10 to 12 days with us in Norway if we had room for her at our estate. That made me chuckle; I explained to Candice that the mansion itself had 20 fully-furnished bedrooms, and she was welcome to stay with us as long as she wanted. Perhaps my favorite moment of the evening was the look on Candice's face when Kristanna and Pamela showed her live video of Piper on the computer laptop. "She's so adorable!" was one of the many comments that Candice made. Candice was gushing and fawning over Piper - and for good reason. Pamela and I took Candice to the airport on Saturday morning for her 7:30am return flight to Baltimore. This time, I had arranged for Candice to travel in the lap of luxury - my private jet would take her home. I told the crew to treat her like absolute royalty. After returning to the hotel, now it was time to pick up Kristanna and take her to my sister's house for the Christmas party. Not only was my own sister and her family there, but so was my oldest brother, his wife and daughter, and my mother as well, and a group of various aunts, uncles and cousins. As could be expected, Kristanna and her very outgoing, gregarious nature quickly took center stage, and she became the life of the party. Kristanna had everyone laughing in stitches once she began sharing some of her more humorous stories concerning me (not all of which were true, mind you). This same, exact scenario played out at all of the previous reunions with my family whenever Kristanna was involved. Of course, everyone was disappointed that Kaden did not make the trip to Cincinnati with us. Kristanna and I explained that we felt it was better for him at such an early age to stay home in Norway instead of traveling overseas on such a long and strenuous flight. We assured everyone that Kaden was in the best of care with Kristanna's parents. After the party concluded much later that evening around 10:00pm, we got into the rental car in my sister's driveway, and the quirky, playful demeanor that Kristanna had put forth all day suddenly vanished in a heartbeat. Kristanna was highly irritated with me, and I understood why immediately. "Don't you think it's wrong, Jeremy, that your OWN MOTHER does not even have a clue that in addition to Kaden, she also has a granddaughter in Piper, and another grandchild on the way once Amy's baby is born?" Kristanna frowned and shook her head at me. "When are you FINALLY going to break down and tell your family the truth about our relationship?" "If anything," she added, "they deserve to know about the children. You owe that to them. You owe it to your mother. You're LYING to them by not telling them about our life." It was not an enjoyable ride back to the hotel. Kristanna and I were not necessarily angry at each other; we simply did not talk. Yes, I was quite stubborn when it came to this particular subject. I simply did not know how my family would react to being told that I had three wives, would add a fourth in just eight days in Lindsay, and had plans of eventually being married to seven. Not to mention, of course, that my first three children would be delivered by three different women. What would my mother, who was as old-school as any person could possibly be, say in response to such news? The possibilities, unfortunately, scared me. Again, we were not angry at each other, and all of this would most likely be forgotten in the morning, but Kristanna and I kept our distance once returning to the hotel suite. I opted to spend the night with Pamela and Amy in one bedroom, while Kristanna stayed with Devon and Scarlett in the other. As usual, Trish and Lindsay snuggled and fell asleep on the pull-out sofa bed in the front room. Amy tried to initiate a three-some, but Pamela declined, saying that she was tired and not quite in the mood. Pamela offered to leave the bedroom so Amy and I could have some quality one-on-one time of our own, but we both shot that idea down quickly. Amy and I at least wanted to hug and cuddle with Pamela throughout the night. With Trish and Lindsay's wedding a mere two days away, everyone awoke on Sunday morning with the idea that it was time to really hunker down, and start to make the final preparations for the ceremony. I had different ideas, though. I suddenly wanted to take Amy out and spend the day with her. She had taken sort of a backseat since we arrived here in Cincinnati last Wednesday, and let everything happen around her. Today, I was going to devote myself to Amy. While the other ladies began to make last-minute plans and alterations for the wedding, Amy and I told them that we would be back later (and yes, I received my customary hug and kiss from Kristanna - like nothing bad had happened the previous night (her irritation with me for not being totally upfront with my family)). It was quite chilly outside, with a light snow falling, so Amy and I bundled up and headed out. I should also point out as a reminder that just like Lindsay and yours truly, Amy also had family in the area - her own parents. The three of us had all been born in the Cincinnati area and had our roots here. Unfortunately, Amy had never really seen eye-to-eye with her father and mother. The few times that I had gotten together with them (Robert and Kathleen) ... let me just say that the atmosphere was not friendly; it was tense. Robert and Kathleen seemed totally disinterested in me from the very first moment that I had met them. Nor did they seem to care that their only child - Amy - had finally met someone (me) who treated her right. In fact, I got the impression from my prior dealings with them that Robert and Kathleen simply did not care about their daughter at all. They had no reaction when Amy and I informed them last year that we were officially engaged. They even refused to come to the wedding. It took place overseas in Norway, of course, but I offered to pay for airfare and other expenses they would incur. I just wanted my wife-to-be to have her parents at our wedding. Was that too much to ask? Perhaps so, because Robert and Kathleen declined the offer. They did not even give us any words of congratulations. Just a few weeks ago, Amy called her mother on the telephone and told her that she was pregnant. Again, there was little to no reaction. It really upset Amy, naturally, and sent her into a crying fit. Amy had never been close with her parents to begin with, but she just did not understand why they had such a lack of interest in such monumental and happy life-changing events for her. Lindsay had a theory, though. Lindsay had noticed that Amy's mother, Kathleen, was very involved with social media on the Internet. Before I was able to (ahem, forcefully) convince her to take them down and permanently delete her accounts, Amy had posted hundreds upon hundreds of photographs on Facebook and Instagram of not only her and me, but all of the other ladies in our lives as well. She basically outlined our open-ended, loving lifestyle, and gave status updates on various milestones concerning it (my engagement with Kristanna, Trish and Lindsay getting back together, et cetera). Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 05 Lindsay's theory was that Amy's mother, Kathleen, had come across either her Facebook or Instagram account (or maybe even both), and was shocked and appalled at the life that her daughter was leading. Even worse, Amy left those accounts open to the public - they were not even locked as private. Anyone with a web browser could have surfed right to them, and been witness to the collection of playful, suggestive (and supposed to be very private) photographs that Amy posted on a regular basis. Some of the comments from random people linked to the photographs? Nice picture of you and Lindsay, Amy - do you two ever come to Jamaica? For the boobs! Need a spanking? Dear Penthouse ... That's a lot of milk in those two big boobs. Doesn't everyone agree that Amy's mouth would look perfect attached to my cock? ZOMG! ... marry me, please! I can definitely fap to that. It's a shame cloning isn't around yet. DAT ASS! You and Devon would fit perfectly in a cage down in my basement... If Amy's mother actually did come across these photographs and the more crude comments associated with them, it would perhaps explain why she and Robert had been so cold and bitter toward us. Maybe they viewed me as a swinging, billionaire playboy who got their daughter mixed up in a life that she could not escape? Others have insinuated that I am the sultan of the harem, but I totally disagree with that assessment. Ours was a loving family, and everyone was treated equally. Most of all, no one was being forced to do anything. Regardless, perception and reality do not always match. What if Kathleen had come across Amy's account on either Facebook or Instagram - or both - and learned of the lifestyle that she was involved in? Each time we had went to visit them, Amy and I acted as if we were a monogamous couple who only had eyes for each other. What if Kathleen (as well as Amy's father, Robert) knew differently? It probably made them even more angry and upset that we were not being totally upfront and honest with them. All of this was pure speculation on my part, of course, but Lindsay had noticed that Kathleen seemed to be all over social media. She was a social blogger and had plenty of followers on Twitter. It only made sense that she had happened upon Amy's accounts at one time or another, especially with the attention they had been receiving. Perhaps one of her Twitter followers alerted her? I bring all of this up because following breakfast at a nice restaurant on Sunday morning, I suggested to Amy that she and I try our luck with Robert and Kathleen one more time. Amy declined, though, saying that she had no interest in seeing or even speaking to her parents during this particular vacation. "This is a happy week with Trish and Lindsay getting married," Amy explained. "I am not going to let my mom and dad upset me, and ruin it. Not this time." After some ongoing dialogue where Amy insisted that she really, truly did not want to visit her parents, I allowed her to pick where we would go much the same as I did two days ago while out with Pamela. Amy threw me a curve ball, so to speak, by saying that she wanted to go to an arcade fun-house across the river in Kentucky. Trish and Lindsay were avid video gamers and even had an entire floor in our home back in Norway that included hundreds of amazing, interactive games and state-of-the-art simulators, as well as old-time favorites like pinball, billiards, poker and air hockey tables. Amy played there in the room with Trish and Lindsay occasionally, but I never got the sense that it was something she truly enjoyed and would want to do on her own. So, imagine my surprise when Amy claimed that she actually wanted to go to an upscale, family-style arcade and spend the afternoon there. Even more surprising to me was that the six hours Amy and I spent at this particular arcade was some of the most fun I had experienced in quite a long time. Amy really got a kick out of the full-body games such as driving a car or riding a motorcycle. It sure was something to watch her lean back and forth on a motorcycle as she steered and raced it through the simulator on the monitor in front of her. I also learned that Amy could not a shoot a basketball to save her life. She did not sink a single bucket in either of the two games that we tried. She did, however, get a number seven all-time ranking on Transformers Human Alliance, an arcade machine based after the movie and toy franchise. Amy was very proud of herself and the accomplishment too. "That's going to be us one day very soon," Amy told me over an early dinner at the arcade, squeezing my hand, as she motioned toward a young couple tending to a little baby. When I rubbed her stomach in response, Amy leaned over and planted a slow-moving, sensual kiss upon my lips. It was 6:30pm once we were able to finally tear ourselves away from this palace of fun and entertainment. I was ready to go back to the hotel, but Amy had other plans - she wanted to go someplace else, but would not tell me exactly what it was. Instead, Amy simply gave me ongoing directions on how to get there as I drove the car. Soon enough, I found myself in the Hustler Hollywood store in downtown Cincinnati. I actually felt embarrassed as several eyes throughout the sex-themed establishment were on us as Amy browsed through an entire wall dedicated to every type of dildo and vibrator imaginable. How often did a woman this beautiful come into a place like this with her husband? Even more embarrassing for me was the simple fact that Amy had a shopping cart, and kept tossing items into it. A strap-on dildo here, a magic wand there, throw in some lubricant for good measure ... even a few hardcore toys such as straps, paddles and even some chains. Once she had over $1,000 worth of merchandise in her cart, I finally asked Amy what in the world she was doing. "Trish and Lindsay's wedding," she told me. "It is just 48 hours away, you know, and there will be a big party after it. And I'm NOT talking about the reception." Amy's pretty green eyes gleamed with mischief as she added, "You already know, Jeremy, that Lindsay wants to have a big orgy once we get back to the hotel that evening." Amy motioned toward the 30 or so sexually charged items in her shopping cart and concluded, "This will just make the night all the more fun." I held up and inspected a sturdy wooden device, with a red, heart-shaped flogger on the end of it, that a tag attached which identified it as a spank me silly paddle. "Lindsay is going to LOVE that!" Amy gushed. "Oh?" I countered, smiling playfully. "Since when do you have the right, little Amy, to do anything dominant or aggressive? I stripped you of those rights last year when you became my submissive. Remember? It was for your own good. Both you and I agreed that your days of domination were over, and never to be explored again." "You have to let me have one night every now and then," Amy pleaded, but with a grin. "I've already been talking with Krissy and coming up with plans. Krissy wanted me to buy a bunch of new sex toys before the wedding took place, and that is why you and I are here. Krissy and I have a big night planned for Lindsay, as well as Trish, come Tuesday." Amy took the paddle from me, then cruelly smacked her own hand with it. Almost everyone in the store looked our way as she added with a whisper, "You have to allow me this one night, at least, where I can rough Lindsay up a little bit. You know how much she will enjoy it." I frowned, but nodded my head in acceptance. I preferred Amy being placid and subservient, rather than demanding and harsh. Her dominant side had not been on display in nearly a year and a half, but I knew that she and Lindsay did have some good times in the past when they dabbled in bondage and submission. I suppose that I was fine with Amy returning to the dark side for one night (and one night only). After all, it was the night Trish and Lindsay would get married. I would just have to keep a watchful eye on Amy and the proceedings to make certain that things did not get too out of hand. Amy was well aware of the fact that she was in the early stages of pregnancy, and could not do anything too physical or extreme because it may put our baby at risk. That baby meant everything to Amy, and I was confident that she would use the proper constraint in protecting herself. As it turned out, Amy purchased $1,346 in sex toys and similar devices from the Hustler Hollywood store. She put everything into a large duffel bag and then tossed it into the trunk of the car, and made me promise not to tell any of the other ladies (except Kristanna) about it because all of this was meant to be a surprise. After an otherwise fun day out, Amy and I finally made our return to the hotel at 8:45pm. Everyone was present except for Kristanna and Scarlett, but they were en route from a day out themselves, and would be here soon. Tonight, I fell asleep on the pull-out sofa bed with Trish's head on one shoulder, and Lindsay's on the other. The following day, Monday, would definitely be devoted to getting ready for the wedding. With the ceremony taking place on Tuesday evening, all eight of us went to the church early and prepared for the rehearsal. Along with Trish and Lindsay's respective families, the wedding planners and the officiant himself, we practiced and rehearsed every step of the ceremony from start to finish - although not particularly in order - in hopes that everything would unfold without a hitch. How would Trish and Lindsay stand at the altar during the ceremony? How would all eight of the bridesmaids stand? Which side would they line up on? How did we want them to hold their bouquets? With one hand or two? Near their waist, or their midriff? Where would the Matron of Honor, Kristanna, line up? Where were the flower girl and the ring bearer supposed to stand? Were any songs that we chose too long? Or were they too short? Did we want to change any of the songs? Would it be appropriate for a man (namely me) to be at the altar for a marriage ceremony between two women? What about the recessional? How would Trish and Lindsay leave after the ceremony was over, and they were officially married? Would they be the first to leave, or did we want the wedding party to exit before them? What of the processional? What cues would the officiant or the wedding planner give for each individual person to make their entrance? Should the bridesmaids enter at intervals of 20 feet, or 30? All of these questions - and many more just like them - were debated, discussed, decided upon and then ultimately practiced over and over again. The love and admiration that Trish and Lindsay felt for each other was truly unique and special. It was only fitting that the biggest day of their lives reflected that. This wedding, which would take place in less than 24 hours, was a long time in the making. I could hardly wait for it to happen... End of Chapter 5 ***** Only one more chapter to go before the story and the overall series itself is over! Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 06 This will never get old, I said to myself, as I lounged in the first row of pews and simply took in the surroundings throughout the grand and majestic church where, in just a few moments, Trish and Lindsay would exchange their vows and marry each other. Indeed, I would never grow tired or become weary of attending a wedding. This was going to be the fifth one within our little family in the past 15 months, three of which I had the honor of being the groom at. All five individual weddings had been monumentally epic and special in their own right, and I treated them as such. I glanced toward the altar and smiled at the collection of beautiful bridesmaids, each of them wearing elegant red gowns to match the festive holiday season that was upon us. There were eight bridesmaids in total - Christie and Melissa (Trish's sisters), as well as Gina, Jennifer and Alison (Lindsay's sisters) together on one side, with Devon, Pamela and Amy on the other. They were joined by the very lovely and esteemed Matron of Honor, Kristanna. All nine ladies were just bubbling with sheer joy and exuberance for the occasion. Like everyone else, they were anxiously awaiting the two brides to finally make their entrances. Kristanna had done a wonderful job in supervising the placement of the decorations throughout the cathedral. Lace, crystals, pearls and beads to linen, candles, centerpieces, candelabras, flowers and other dry floral arrangements enhanced the purity of the atmosphere. At the end of each pew was an oversized white bow, with orchids and lillies attached. The added beauty definitely provided a shine, shimmer and sparkle to the proceedings. About 100 friends and family were present for what promised to be a truly momentous day. What made it even more special was that this was the very same church which Lindsay had basically grown up in. Her father, before his unfortunate passing, was a minister here for 16 years. The memories of listening to her father preach to the congregation in this church every Sunday morning as a youngster will resound and stay with Lindsay forever. Now, instead of singing in the choir and being a small piece of an otherwise large puzzle, Lindsay (along with Trish) was the focal point of the mass, and was about to experience her greatest memory here yet. This was extraordinary... "You look so happy," Scarlett observed, sitting next to me in the front pew. The others wanted Scarlett to be one of the bridesmaids as well, but she politely declined, saying that she had not been in our relationship long enough to warrant such an esteemed honor. Personally, I could not complain. Scarlett was keeping me company in the audience. I was honored to have her next to me, and on my arm. "You have no idea how happy I am," were my words for her. The two spots on the other side of me were currently empty, but would soon be occupied by John (Trish's father) and Leslie (Lindsay's mother). Both of them were with their respective daughter at the moment somewhere in the back and out of sight, but would soon escort them down that aisle. Alice (Trish's mother) was sitting further down, and had been fighting back the tears since her other two daughters came out as bridesmaids and took their place near the main podium. When the unmistakable sound of Only Time - an ethereal and awe-inspiring ballad performed by Irish Celtic musician Enya - began to serenade the cathedral, I immediately stood up and focused all of my attention toward the back. This particular piece, with its amazing mix of cellos, violins, strings and voices, was the processional song that Lindsay wanted to be played while she made her entrance. The ballad captures one's attention with a singular note that lasts 12 seconds in the very beginning and then repeats the same piano key combination several times throughout, much like a reassuring, steadfast promise. Only Time was the perfect backdrop as I stood and tried to peer over and between the heads of the others in attendance, desperately wanting to catch my first glimpse of Lindsay. Where was she? I did not see her. There! ... a fleeting, split-second peek. White veil, blonde hair, a... "Oh. My. GOD..." I gasped out loud, as Scarlett squealed in delight and hopped about like a bunny rabbit. I fully expected Lindsay to look absolutely stunning and marvelous in her bridal gown - after all, this was her day - but I felt a very sharp, definite reaction down to my very core once I got my first full glance of her. A happy and glowing vision of pure, eternal light, Lindsay appeared to be nothing less than ... an angel. Definitely not of this world. She was my angel. She was Trish's angel. She was OUR angel. Arm-in-arm with her mother, Lindsay's smile was brighter than ever before as she began to make the meticulously slow and deliberate walk down the aisle. Her bridal dress, its color a heavenly white, was a slim, tapered, curve-hugging design that followed the line of her hips and thighs, and flared out dramatically below the knees. An off-the-shoulder gown, it was complimented nicely by a long, free-flowing veil, a fluffy feather pinned to her shoulder and the bouquet of roses she was clutching in her left hand. All of those items were the same color as her lovely gown, white. Lindsay's exquisite blonde hair looked better than I had ever seen it, too. Professionally done, her hair was parted on the left and partially pinned-up in back, with several loose, curly ringlets cascading over and across her right shoulder (but not her left) in front. When Only Time - the Celtic ballad that I found so incredibly moving - was nearing its end, Lindsay had finally made her way to where I was standing in the front row of the cathedral. Guided by her mother, Lindsay, who had been looking straight ahead toward the altar the entire time, flashed me a charming nod and actually made eye contact as she slowly passed me by. "This is awesome!" she exclaimed, though her voice was barely audible. In an unexpected twist, I felt myself beginning to tear up and become emotional. I was so very proud of Lindsay and the great strides that she had made as a human being in the 17 months we had known each other, and been together. At one point - very early on in our relationship - I actually thought of Lindsay as greedy, self-centered and, worst of all, uncaring. Oh, how wrong I was. It took a little time, but Lindsay was now completely irreplaceable to me. I loved her more than words could ever say. I could not imagine living one second of my life without her in it. Perhaps it was the protective nature and fatherly instinct that I felt for Lindsay (but did not like to admit to having, simply because it sounded eerie) that caused me to become all teary-eyed and emotional as I watched her take her place at the altar. I was twice her age, right? Old enough to be her father? I know for a fact that I had helped ease the massive void - even if just a tiny bit - that had been in Lindsay's life since her father passed away two years ago. Dear God ... how many times had she come to me simply seeking advice, like most college-aged girls do from their father? I was the one man she looked up and respected more than any other. Out of all of the wonderful women in my life, I felt the need to shield and protect Lindsay more than any other. She was my little baby. She was ... like a daughter to me. "It's okay, dad," Scarlett whispered in my ear, obviously knowing what I was going through at the moment. How many times had Devon told Scarlett - as well as all of the others - that in many ways, I was like a father to Lindsay? Really, I could not deny it. Lindsay appeared cool, calm and collected as she stood at the altar and exchanged warm greetings with her bevy of bridesmaids. Some of them even snagged quick hugs from her. My heart was fluttering within my chest as I watched her. It seemed as if my feet were not touching the floor; I was floating. Yes, floating. I was so happy and ... proud. When the piano chords of the next song began to play, I turned and again focused on the back of the cathedral. I was not very familiar with this tune - I Will Love You by Fisher - but it was a beautiful piece with lyrics that seemed to fit Trish's feelings for Lindsay to an absolute tee. For tonight, this song was Trish's bridal processional theme. A truly luscious, captivating woman in her own right, Trish was positively glowing and looking more splendid than ever in a lacey ivory gown, also of the off-the-shoulder variety. She had a silky brown sash tied at her midriff, then the lower half of the dress began to billow-out and dangle in lovely ruffles all the way down to the floor. Trish's thick and healthy brown hair was tied up into an attractive bun, and she had a white lily flower pinned to it. No one could possibly rip that smile from her face tonight. This was, without a doubt, the happiest moment of Trish's life. But things would soon get even better... I quickly thought back to the origins of the relationship that Trish shared with Lindsay. Her protector and guardian long before me, Trish helped Lindsay acclimate herself to her new surroundings during their first few days on the island. She also shielded her from some of the others - most notably Amy and Camille - who found it amusing to tease and pester Lindsay, due to her very naive and innocent nature. Trish ultimately helped take Lindsay's virginity (with me included), but then their relationship seemed to go south. Lindsay was scared of commitment at such a young age, while Trish, 12 years her senior at 30, was already talking about marriage with her. It drove a massive wedge between them and, much to Trish's chagrin, Lindsay did not even speak to her for an entire month. But a wonderful thing happened when Lindsay was supposed to leave the island for good, and return home to her family in Ohio. With all of the love and compassion that she saw around her on a daily basis, Lindsay suddenly realized that a commitment - even at the tender age of 18 - to our particular group and lifestyle was the right decision for her to make in life. Truth be told, she would have been crazy to walk away from what we - Kristanna, Devon, Trish, Amy and yours truly at the time - could offer her. Lindsay committed to us and quickly reconciled with Trish. The rest ... is history. When Trish walked by me in the picturesque cathedral, she giggled and reached out to touch my arm in a show of love and acknowledgment, but her gaze was solely locked on Lindsay. And why not? Once her father, John, escorted her to the main podium, Trish dutifully positioned herself so everyone in attendance could clearly see, then turned toward Lindsay and offered a very deep, anxious breath. Her penultimate moment in life was about to happen... "I love you," Lindsay, just beaming, whispered at her. "I love you too, honey," Trish reciprocated, which caused Scarlett to grasp my hand next to me and squeeze firmly. My spine was tingling with positive vibrations. Even Kristanna had to wipe a tear away from her eye. Pamela had not smiled this much since she and I got married ourselves. The officiant for the ceremony was Pastor Ryan, who had known Lindsay since she was a young child. I have included just a few of the many highlights from the wedding... -- "Welcome everyone. We are gathered here today to celebrate and share in the happiness of Patricia Anne [Last Name] and Lindsay Michelle [Last Name]. Family and friends are the most important people in the world to both Patricia - or Trish, as she prefers, and Lindsay. You all have been invited here to be a part of the coming together of these two separate lives, these two people filled with love for each other. They acknowledge and honor the love that you have given them over the years." "Your presence here blesses the beginning of their marriage. For this is their wedding day; the miraculous day when two separate lives join together in a union older than recorded history, carrying with it the reverence of countless generations and cultures the world over. People in all places at all times have witnessed in awe what you will witness here tonight - two people who become one union, transformed by their undying love and devotion for each other." "Actually, your role is more than merely being witnesses. You represent the people who will know Trish and Lindsay as a married couple. The hopes, desires, beliefs and vision that you bring to this experience today will help form the foundation of their married life together. So, as participants to this wonderful celebration union, Trish and Lindsay ask that you continue to give them your love and your support, and that you affirm the ever-growing love that they have for each other in your own hearts." "Marriage is a sacred bond to be entered into only after considerable thought and reflection. As with any aspect of life, marriage has its cycles, its ups and its downs, its trials and its triumphs. A couple who wed are joined not only by the mutual affection and love they share, but also by their hopes, dreams and by their resolve, come what may, to remain together through time." "The promises and vows that they make together shall aid them in this pursuit, and guide them into their common future. Therefore this wedding is more than a celebration of the love which resides in Trish and Lindsay's hearts tonight. It reaches into the future and proclaims their intentions for that which tomorrow shall hold, fixing like a star on the horizon their worthy goal." "A marriage ceremony represents one of life's greatest commitments, but also is a declaration of love. The Apostle Paul's first letter to the Corinthians contains some of the most beautiful words ever written about love:" "If I have not love, then I am nothing... " "Love is patient and kind; never jealous or envious, never boastful or proud, never haughty, or selfish, or rude. Love does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, or touchy. Love makes no record of wrongs and will hardly even notice when others do it wrong. Love rejoices not with evil, but rejoices whenever truth wins out." "If you love someone, you will be loyal to them, no matter the cost. You will always believe in them, always expect the best of them, and always stand your ground in defending them." "Love's faith, hope, and patience never fail. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things. Love is eternal. These three remain; faith, hope, and love; but the greatest of these is love." "Trish and Lindsay, before you make your promises to each other, I would like to take a moment and speak of some of the things that all of us wish for you." "First, we wish a love for you that makes both of you happy people, that continues to give you a joy and a zest for living through the years." "We wish for you that the vision you have of one another at this moment will never be dimmed. We wish that your vision of each other will deepen and grow in respect and love. We wish that this vision will expand in peace and harmony so that your home is blessed, and your larger circle of friends and acquaintances is blessed. May it be that the power of your loving marriage expands and contributes to greater peace for the whole world." "Finally, Trish and Lindsay, we wish that throughout your life together you will individually be able to love yourselves more deeply because you are treasured by your mate, and that you come to see the light in everyone more easily because you can see the light so clearly in your beloved." "Others would ask, at this time, who gives Lindsay in marriage, but, as a woman is not property to be bought and sold, given and taken, I ask simply if she comes of her own free will and if she has her family's blessing." "Lindsay, is it true that you come here today of your own free will and accord?" "Yes, it is true." "With whom do you come, and whose blessings accompany you?" Lindsay's mother, Leslie, stepped forward and tearfully declared, "She comes with me and the spirit of her father - may God rest his soul - and is accompanied by all of her family and friends' blessings." "Thank you, Mrs. [Last Name]. Your husband - Donald - was a great man and dear friend of mine, and an even better father to your four beautiful daughters." Leslie began openly sobbing as the pastor added, "May God rest his soul." "Lindsay, will you love Trish, comfort her, honor and keep her all the days of your journey?" "I will," she said, but only after checking on Leslie and trying to help settle her down. "Trish, have you come here today of your own free will to take Lindsay to be your wife, that you may live together as equal partners sharing all that life has to offer?" "I have." "Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her all the days of your journey?" "I will." "Living by these promises that you make today, Trish and Lindsay, may your future be blessed even beyond that which all of those who are gathered here, who love you both so dearly, would dare to wish for you." "Since ancient times, people have communed with nature to learn more about themselves by example. Since it is within nature that we all do abide, we ask for Trish and Lindsay the blessings of Nature's Elements - Air, Fire, Water and Earth. We do this that they may fully come to understand the lessons that each element has to offer. The attributes of which are examples of those aspects they mirror not only within divinity, but within ourselves as well." "We ask the spirits of Air to keep open the lines of communication between this couple. May their future be as bright as the dawn on the horizon. As Air flows freely to and from and through us all, may their hearts and minds and souls come to know the world and each other in this manner. Seeing not only with their eyes, may they together grow wise with wisdom." "Spirits of Fire, we ask that Trish and Lindsay's passion for each other and for life itself remain ever strong and vital, fortifying each day with a vibrancy rooted in boldness, and courage. As Fire clears the way for new growth, may they know that this power is theirs: to create change and bring about the richness and quality that comes with a love of life." "We ask the Spirits of Water, that their love for each other and the comfort of loved ones, like the serenity of the deep blue ocean, be the oasis that forever surrounds this endearing couple. May they be well loved, and love well, letting the surety with which Water makes its journey to the sea, flowing over rocks or around trees, even turning into vapor and riding a cloud, ever serve as a reminder that with love all is well and will endure." "Spirits of Earth, we ask that you give unto those you see standing before you this day, the rock-solid place to stand and fulfill their destiny. May their journey mirror the vast planes and fertile fields, expansive and alive. May they find the right seeds to sow to ensure a bountiful harvest. And when they look up at the Northern Star, may they know that it is as bright and constant as their love for each other, as well as the love of the divine is for them." "A circle is the symbol of the sun and the earth and the universe. It is a symbol of holiness and of perfection, and of peace. In these wedding rings it is the symbol of unity, in which your lives are now joined in one unbroken circle, in which, wherever you go, you will always return to one another and to your togetherness." "The circle is one of nature's simplest forms. The arc of the rainbow, the halo of the moon and the smallest of raindrops simulate the circle. Even when a stone is cast upon a pond, it generates waves in ever expanding circles. Consider this marriage as being two stones meeting the water simultaneously. The ensuing waves interlock, and the growth of the enlarging circles show the combined energies of the lives of Trish and Lindsay. The joining of these two lives will be symbolized in the exchange of wedding rings." Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 06 "Trish, I have not the right to bind you to Lindsay; only you have this right. If it is your wish, say so at this time and place your ring onto her finger by taking her hand." "It is my wish," Trish nodded, slipping the ring onto Lindsay's finger. "Lindsay, I have not the right to bind you to Trish; only you have this right. If it is your wish, say so at this time and place your ring onto her finger by taking her hand." "It is my wish," Lindsay cooed, her body trembling. "Trish, as it is your wish for Lindsay to be bound to you, repeating after me, will you now give voice to that which is in your heart?" "I, Trish, take you, Lindsay - to be my beloved wife - to have and to hold - to honor you - to treasure you - to be at your side in sorrow and in joy - in sickness and in health - to love and cherish you always - 'til death do us part." "Lindsay, as it is your wish for Trish to be bound to you, repeating after me, will you now give voice to that which is in your heart?" "I, Lindsay, take you Trish - to be my wife, my partner in life and my one true love - I will cherish our friendship and love you today, tomorrow and forever - I will trust you and honor you - I will laugh with you and cry with you - I will love you faithfully - through the best and the worst - through the difficult and the easy - whatever may come I will always be there - as I have given you my hand to hold - so too I give you my life to keep - so help me God." "Trish and Lindsay, although I am officiating here today, it is not truly within my power to sanctify, legitimize or bless your relationship in any way, because the two of you have already done that yourselves. So, by joining hands right now and looking into each other's eyes, let it be known from this point forward that you are joined - body and soul - in this lifetime, and that this bond is sacred and eternal." "And now that you have stood before witnesses of Heaven and Earth, and exchanged these rings and these vows, and have agreed to be married according to the laws of the state of Ohio, it gives me great pleasure to pronounce that you are now what your hearts have always known you to be - wife and wife." "You may now seal your blessed union with a kiss." "Shhhhh, Jeremy," Scarlett consoled me, clutching my arm, as I openly wept throughout various portions of the ceremony. Try as I might, but I could not help it. Neither could Leslie, or Trish's parents too, for that matter. So, I did not feel alone. Lindsay was like a daughter to me, right? -- The wedding reception would take place at a formal banquet center about 10 miles from the church. After intermingling with their guests in the front lobby of the cathedral, Trish and Lindsay were all smiles as they went through the process of posing for the wedding photographs. Both of them just seemed so incredibly overjoyed and happy... When previously talking with the planners via web-cam over a month ago, the one thing that Trish specifically asked for in terms of the reception were cyclamen centerpieces. She explained that they felt more like Christmas to her, without actually screaming Christmas like poinsettias might. Aside from that, Trish (as well as Lindsay) gave a general idea of what they had in mind and wanted for the reception. Both of them seemed confident in the planners and what they could do, and the end result was nothing short of spectacular. The planners arranged ruffy-edged cyclamen and miniature pine cones in a variety of white vases made by a local ceramicist. Each place was set with a pom-pom trimmed dinner napkin and a pine cone rosette, and small votive candles cast a warm glow across the tables. Menus were printed in stylish calligraphy with each individual guest's name at the top, and even included a hand-glittered wreath. When guests arrived, they were greeted with their choice of drink and passed hors d'oeuvres - seared beef crostini with horseradish cream, pork tenderloin sliders with spicy slaw, tuna poke with cucumber, fall vegetable antipasti with truffle cheese, or french fry cones. There were special sampler plates made for Trish and Lindsay so that once they arrived, they could taste everything. There was no receiving line, so Trish and Lindsay walked around to each table during dinner to again greet and thank all of the guests for coming. Somehow, they still found time to sit down and eat their meals. Personally, I opted for the cheese toast with tomato fondue, little gem caesar salad, and ricotta gnocchi with fall squash, grilled lemon, sage and toasted hazelnuts. Everything was delicious! For dessert, there was an ample amount of choices - coffee crunch trifle, miniature coconut cupcakes, passion fruit curd on a tiny macaroon, white chocolate choux puffs, eggnog and doughnuts with rum, gingerbread cookies and peppermint bark. And of course, there was the wedding cake itself, decorated with simple white buttercream and cyclamen flowers made of sugar. There were two tiers of lemon sponge cake with lemon curd and two tiers of mahogany cake (chocolate layer cake with chocolate hazelnut truffle cream). All eyes were on Trish and Lindsay once they went out for the traditional first dance of the evening. To the uplifting beat of Christina Perri's A Thousand Years, the love and affection that Trish and Lindsay felt for each other took center stage as they swayed together in a slow, tender dance. The expressions across their faces ... they were so HAPPY! Again, I began to feel really emotional. The second dance included Trish and her father, John, as well as Lindsay and her mother, Leslie. Home movies of Lindsay's father played on the big projector screen as a touching tribute to him. At Lindsay's insistence, I came out next and danced with both her and Trish. After that, the floor was open to anyone who wanted to be on it. When it was time for the traditional bouquet toss, all of the single women in attendance lined up for the opportunity to catch it from Trish. Who was the lucky lady? Why, it was Scarlett, of course. Who else could it have been? Since this was anything but your typical wedding with two women marrying each other, Lindsay completed the other half of the time-honored ritual by removing Trish's garter and then simply tossing it to me. I secured it around my right forearm and planned on keeping it there for the remainder of the party. Why would I take it off? Rumors later began to swirl (albeit only amongst Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Amy, Scarlett and myself) that during a lull in the dancing, Lindsay snuck off to the ladies' room with Trish in tow, and they shared a quickie together. I did not doubt it for an instant. During every wedding reception we had attended thus far, Lindsay snuck off at one time or another during the proceedings and had sex with one of the girls. It was quickly becoming her own personal, patented trademark. I was a busy man on the dance floor all evening, though, devoting time to all three of my wives, as well as Devon and Scarlett, and of course Trish and Lindsay themselves. I also danced with the two mothers, and the five sisters. I was especially happy that Pamela seemed to be in high spirits throughout the evening thus far. No, I was not about to claim that after taking Celexa for a mere four days, it was already having a good and positive effect on her. Pamela would need to take the medication for several weeks before there was any noticeable change in her everyday mood and demeanor as it pertained to her bout of Postpartum Depression. Rather, I chalked Pamela up to being more like her normal self - at least for tonight - simply because it would have been impossible for anyone to feel any sort of negativity with this atmosphere. I cannot stress enough just how much cheer and euphoria there was in the air tonight. "Plus, I cannot wait to fly back home in the morning, so I can see Piper," Pamela told me during one of our countless slow dances. Needless to say, I was looking forward to being reunited with Piper (as well as Kaden) as quickly as possible myself. I missed my two little newborn children! I should also point out that another person who was in attendance - for both the wedding itself and the reception afterward - was my very own mother. Unbelievable, huh? Somehow, I mustered the courage and finally fessed up to her (earlier today) about the true nature of the life that I led. Not only was I married to Kristanna, I explained to my mother in great detail, but also Pamela and Amy. And in five days, I was going to wed Lindsay overseas in Norway. And, I had three other girlfriends, too - Trish, Amy and Scarlett. As a group, the eight of us lived together and were all in love. We were happy. We were beyond happy. "Oh, and Mom? You have a granddaughter too, in addition to your grandson. She is such an angel. Her name is Piper, and I would love for you to meet her someday very soon. She is Pamela's biological daughter - not Kristanna's. I am so sorry for not telling you about all of this until now." My mother, all 73 years strict old-school, old-fashioned of her, was in a daze when I laid out the elicit truth for her. She did not even know that I was still in town when I showed up at her doorstep and said there was something that I needed to discuss with her. She was under the impression that Kristanna and I had already flew back home. My mother was hurt and angry that I had not been upfront and honest with her about my relationships. She was also confused, and wondered why I wanted and/or needed seven different women in my life. "Kristanna is such a nice, clean girl. She is a good girl. Why would you possibly want anyone other than her in your life?" I tried to be as thorough and as honest as I could with my mother. In the end, she still could not come to grips and comprehend everything that I had explained to her. She was so set in her traditional ways that it would take days, if not weeks or even months, for everything to fully sink in and register. But, I ultimately got what I needed more than anything else from my mother right now. Validation. "You're my son, Jeremy, and I trust you enough to support and stand by the decisions that you have made in life." I just broke down and started crying right then and there; the MOST MASSIVE weight had just been lifted from my shoulders. "I may not agree with your decisions, but I stand by them." "You just better make it so I get to meet my granddaughter soon," she went onto tell me. "And I will be with you in Norway when Amy gives birth to my next grandchild." What shocked me was that my mother actually insisted on attending Trish and Lindsay's wedding. I reluctantly brought her along, and then she opted to stay for the reception. My mother even sat and talked with all seven of the ladies in my life, some of them in one-on-one settings. She also had a long talk with Lindsay's mother, Leslie, and I am quite certain they compared notes, so to speak, concerning the bombshells we had dropped on them. A year ago, Lindsay first informed her own family about the true, sordid details of our relationship, and the path she had chosen. It took a long time, but Leslie eventually accepted and even embraced the happy life that her daughter led. Kristanna, needless to say, was overjoyed. I had finally listened to her, and come clean with my mother. No more did Kristanna and I have to hide and alter the truth around her. We could simply be ourselves from this point forward. As the hours passed by and the time eclipsed midnight, several of the guests at the reception had already filed out and went back home, or to their hotel rooms. Leslie was especially tired, and checked out with Gina, Jennifer and Alison at around 12:30am - but not before promising to find us at the airport tomorrow morning and seeing us and our private jet off. I arranged for a limousine to take my mother back to her own home. Trish's contingent of family (parents, grandparents and sisters) departed shortly thereafter, thus leaving Trish, Lindsay, the other ladies in our relationship, and yours truly as the only non-employees remaining at the banquet hall. The eight of us - our little family - sat at the center table for well over an hour and just talked; sharing idle chit-chat and plenty of laughter. I truly was the luckiest man alive. -- I am a firm believer that when it comes to a wedding night and the sexual celebration afterward, the husband and wife (or in this case, the wife and wife) should spend the evening alone together. I mean, how many people actually have sex with someone other than their spouse on their wedding night? Ours was a unique relationship, indeed, but the two spouses being together on their wedding night - with no one else invited - was one bit of normalcy that I strived on keeping. It just seemed natural to me that such an important evening should be, sexually speaking, limited to those two people. When Kristanna and I were married, I was adamant that she and I would spend the evening alone. I simply did not want to share in something so special, no matter how much I loved and cared for the others. The same thing happened when I married Amy, as well as Pamela. A few of the other ladies were upset, but I insisted that the night together be spent in a one-on-one setting. When Kristanna and Devon wed each other earlier this year, they made certain there was no one else around to interrupt their evening together, either. It just seemed right. As for this particular wedding and occasion, though, the ideals were different. Lindsay anointed herself as the one in charge (it was her wedding, after all), and there was only one thing that she wanted once we returned to the hotel following the reception. "I want to be gang-banged!" With Trish in agreement, there was no point in arguing or trying to protest the decision. Plus, how could I disappoint or upset Lindsay on her wedding night? Lindsay was so hyper and over-sexed tonight that the only possible way she could be satisfied was for all seven of us to gang up and have sex with her at once. Even so, she would probably wind up wanting more before the evening was all said and done. "I want you to have me tonight, too," Pamela then told me. Of course, the last time Pamela and I had sex (or rather, attempted to) was one week ago back home in Norway. It was during the three-some with Kristanna where, toward the end, Pamela got cold feet and did not want me to penetrate her. At the time, Pamela was only three weeks out from giving birth to Piper, and her doctor previously suggested that she wait a full month before resuming full sexual activity in order not to risk any medical complications. "We're at four weeks now, Jeremy," Pamela added. "It's GO TIME! I want you to take me tonight." "Save me some!" Kristanna gushed. I was given a taste of things to come as while in the hotel elevator going up to our suite, Lindsay was already on her knees and offering me a spirited round of fellatio, with the other six ladies also groping and kissing one another at random in a wild mish-mash of luscious female flesh. Oh, I am quite certain that whomever was monitoring the elevator's security camera that evening had an interesting story or two to share with his or her friends once they got off of work. "TAKE ME!" Lindsay soon roared at Trish, as once I finally got the door to our hotel room unlocked and open, everyone burst inside. In response, Trish immediately grabbed Lindsay by the shoulders and literally tossed her onto the pull-out sofa bed in the middle of the main room. Trish pounced on top of her, of course, and then it was off to the races. I watched the two ladies, still looking splendid in their bridal gowns, roll around repeatedly and madly kiss each other with wild, reckless abandon upon the mattress. Kristanna and Amy soon went over to the bed and climbed atop it, content (if just for the moment) to simply be close and watch the rabid, newlywed couple do their carnal thing. When Devon brought her hand to my shirt collar and began to forcefully tear and yank on it, Pamela undid my belt and forged both my tuxedo slacks and briefs downward. I managed to reach around Pamela with my right arm and latch onto her beautiful, round ass. She nudged herself close against me and curled her right leg around my hip, then moved her lips to mine for a needful kiss. "We gotta get you out of that dress," I heard Trish say to Lindsay. I glanced over and noticed that Scarlett had joined Kristanna and Amy on the bed, and all three, along with Trish, dutifully helped Lindsay out of her bridal gown. Lindsay's curves and beauty were on display in a strapless corset, its color white, along with a matching G-string and thigh-high stockings, and a garter belt attached. It was not all that often that I saw Lindsay in lingerie like this; I should have taken a picture! Soon, I knew that the ladies would strip Lindsay completely naked and bare. Once Devon ripped and popped all of my shirt buttons to oblivion, she opened the garment in front and moved her lips in close proximity to mine. Pamela was still kissing me, but quickly got the idea and backed off, allowing Devon to slide in and move her own mouth to mine for a savory exchange. It did not last for long, however, because Devon broke the kiss, obviously feeling the need to share one with Pamela. With those two now trading tongues, I watched Lindsay grunt and squeal in passionate delight as her set of bridal lingerie was literally shredded away from her body. I tossed my head back and sighed as Devon dropped to her knees and, in one full, easy swoop, engulfed my hard, aching erection into her mouth. My neck fully exposed, Pamela nuzzled her lips upon its sensitive skin and playfully nibbled away. Sounds of needful hunger began to emanate from deep within Devon's throat as her blonde head was now bobbing back-and-forth upon my pulsating cock. Meanwhile, Trish was on her elbows and knees - her lush, perfect backside perched high in the air - with her face absolutely buried between Lindsay's quivering thighs. When Kristanna hiked the hem of Trish's own bridal gown up past her waist, Amy took hold of her panties and abruptly pulled them down, and off. Scarlett idly sat by and held Lindsay's hand, watching Trish lick her pussy into an all-out frenzy. "Come down here and get some, Pamela," Devon cooed, reaching up and grabbing at her wrist for emphasis. Pamela complied, first dropping to one knee, then the other, and quickly took my cock into her right hand when it was offered to her. Both ladies looked up at me with wide, adoring eyes as Pamela began to pump and stroke me off, while Devon took one of my testicles into her velvety mouth and slurped on it lovingly. I inhaled a deep breath and sighed, quickly becoming lost in the sensations. "Suck it, baby," Devon encouraged her. Pamela's luminous brown eyes stayed totally locked on mine as she slipped my cock between those amazing lips and then went to work on it. I felt dizzy and light-headed as Devon soon focused on my other testicle, worshiping it with her own lips and tongue. I reached down and placed either hand on both of their faces at the same time. What I received in return was two expressions of total love and affection (not to mention the continued stimulation). Kristanna had the cheeks of Trish's ass spread far apart, and she was busy lapping away at her pussy with her tongue. Scarlett was helping Amy out of her bridesmaid gown, while Lindsay writhed in sweet ecstasy upon the bed due to Trish's expert oral ministrations. Devon and Pamela now had my cock out in the open air, and both were swiping away at it with their tongues. Of course, those tongues continued to meet and slide across one another for a little extra, added pleasure. Pamela nuzzled her nose in tight against my pelvis and giggled playfully, before bringing a hand to my hip and holding it there. Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 06 Over on the pull-out sofa bed, Amy was on her knees behind Scarlett, her arms wrapped around her torso and both hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Scarlett turned her face to look up at Amy, then shared a pleasurable kiss with her. Scarlett was going to enjoy a very long and pleasurable future with us. I was going to see to it personally. Kristanna offered Trish's ass a series of playful swats and smacks with both hands as she continued to serenade her clitoris and labia with her tongue. Becoming more aroused with every passing second, Lindsay's blue eyes flashed with hot, wanton desire as she stared up at Kristanna. "I want you to spank ME!" she demanded. "Oh, trust me, honey," Kristanna grinned. "I will." "You need to break out the belt for her," Amy snickered. "I'm going to break out a lot more than just the belt for Lindsay before this night is through," Kristanna promised. Amy was able to undo the zipper in the back of Scarlett's gown and literally peel its top from her shoulders and chest, allowing it to bunch together near her waist. Then, Amy went to work on Scarlett's silky, white bra. "You take it, baby," Devon said to Pamela. "I want you to have it. You've been through a lot since your baby was born. You deserve to have it." With that as her cue, Pamela gripped my shaft with one hand and leaned forward, placing it back into her mouth and sealing her lips tightly around it. She started with a good, rhythmic motion, and looked up at me for approval. "Oh God, Pamela..." was all I could mutter in response. Soon, it got to be too much for me to handle. With a grunt, my cock erupted and I began pumping my sperm into Pamela's mouth. She withdrew my shaft, but extended her tongue and allowed the final two laser shots to blast her there. Pamela waited until I had fully emptied my load, only to shake the last, gooey bit of juice from my cock. She opened her mouth wide and swished the thick, creamy goodness around, using her tongue to play with it and showing it off to Devon in the process. Eventually, Pamela took a big gulp and swallowed the sperm. It went down her throat easily. "You better have more for me before this evening is finished," Pamela warned me, her voice both playful and stern at the same time. "I want your cock in me later." "Oh God, baby, I love you so much!" Trish exclaimed with sheer, unadulterated joy, as she slid up Lindsay's body and met her lips for a wild kiss. I could easily tell that Lindsay had just experienced the first of what would most assuredly be many orgasms for her this evening. Her climax (courtesy of Trish's probing tongue) must have happened at the same time when I was spurting my semen into Pamela's mouth. "I want to kiss and lick every square inch of your body!" Trish cried at Lindsay, both ladies still locked in a kiss. Trish's own lust began to totally spiral out of control. "I want to DEVOUR you! Just swallow you whole!" "Oh my..." I groaned as beneath me, Devon and Pamela were still on their knees and now holding hands as they shared their own round of kisses. Devon even brought Pamela into her lap and cuddled with her for some extra closeness. With her eyes turned in our direction, Kristanna slinked off of the bed and then crawled on her hands and knees over toward us. She stopped once reaching Devon and Pamela, and the smile on her face was beaming. "I want to see your beautiful body," Kristanna said to Pamela, gently yanking on her bridesmaid gown. Devon nodded her head in agreement as Kristanna continued, "Can we take your dress off, honey, so we can be reminded of just how beautiful your body truly is?" "I want to see it," Devon breathed. Pamela, of course, had been battling a myriad of issues since she gave birth four weeks ago. One of them was that for the first time in her entire life, she was overweight - 25 pounds to be exact. Pamela was very self-conscious about her current weight and figure; she just dreaded the idea of being put side-by-side amongst the other ladies (all of whom were physically fit and at or near their optimal weight) and thinking that she was being compared to them. "I haven't seen you naked since the night before little Piper was born," Amy chimed in, also crawling from the bed on her hands and knees, and stopping just in front of Pamela. Amy then pouted at her, saying, "You've been keeping yourself under wraps for way too long." She pecked her on the cheek and pleaded with her, "Let me see..." It was obvious that Pamela was suddenly experiencing a good amount of uneasiness and trepidation right now. Aside from the three-some she had last week with Kristanna and yours truly - a three-some that really stalled and fizzled out midway through - it was true that Pamela had kept her body and its many charms under complete lock and key from everyone since the moment she gave birth. When Pamela glanced over at Trish and Lindsay, both of them were seated upon the mattress and looking directly back at her. Scarlett had already dropped to her hands and knees beside the bed, and seemed anxious as well. "Let us worship your body," Trish told Pamela. "And make you cum repeatedly!" Lindsay playfully squealed. "Okay," Pamela relented, taking a deep breath. Pamela must have realized that she was with the circle of people who loved her more than anything, and who would never judge or demean her in any negative way. All these ladies (as well as myself) wanted was to make Pamela feel pleasure and excitement tonight. Most of all, however, we simply wanted Pamela to be back to her normal, everyday self, where these issues of self-doubt, depression and overall anxiety which had plagued her for the past month were no longer there. And really, no one cared or even had a thought that she was 25 pounds overweight at the moment. "Hmmmmm, I love you!" Kristanna cooed at Pamela, snagging a quick kiss from her. "And your mouth tastes like Jeremy's cock." Pamela giggled and even blushed for a split-second as Kristanna teased her, "I saw you sucking on it earlier." "Did it taste good?" Amy chuckled, momentarily glancing at me and my drained, flaccid shaft. "You know it did," Pamela squeaked. "Let's get this thing off of you," Kristanna murmured, reaching around Pamela's torso and undoing the zipper in the back of her bridesmaid gown. Amy peeled the front portion of the dress down to Pamela's midriff, exposing her bra-clad breasts in the process, while Devon nuzzled her face in that massive, scrumptious cleavage. "Titties!" Kristanna giggled once Amy unsnapped Pamela's bra in back and removed it. "I always feel better whenever I get to stick my face between Pamela's breasts!" Devon giggled. "Bring her over here," Lindsay insisted, gently bouncing up-and-down upon the mattress in anticipation. Once disposing of the gown, Kristanna and Devon helped Pamela to her feet, then slowly guided her over toward the pull-out sofa bed. Once there, Trish and Lindsay pulled her down to the mattress beside them. Pamela settled in with a moan and sigh, then Kristanna and Devon each descended upon a breast and began to work it over with their lips and tongue. "Hi baby," Lindsay grinned at Pamela, tilting her head down and kissing her. "So glad you could make it!" "I'm so proud of you," Pamela offered, squeezing Lindsay's hand for emphasis. "I'm so very proud of you tonight..." "Get this off of you," Trish whispered, using both hands to slide Pamela's silky white panties down her hips, and off. "I love you!" Lindsay beamed at her. "I love you too, honey," Pamela reciprocated, her tone a bit strained, as she squirmed and writhed about in desire as Kristanna and Devon worked each of her breasts over. Lindsay leaned down and attached her lips to Pamela's mouth for a kiss. Then, Trish spread Pamela's luscious thighs apart and moved her pretty face in for a closer inspection. Pamela growled out in approval once Trish extended her tongue and offered her pussy an initial, sweeping lick. "Is she wet?" "Extremely wet, Krissy," Trish replied. With a smile, Amy sashayed over to where I was standing, only to turn her back at the last possible second and then press up against me. She reached down with her right hand and began to gently frig and pump my cock while tilting the back of her head upon my shoulder and sighing contently. "Why don't you go over with the others and be with Pamela?" "I rather be with you right now," Amy answered, stroking my shaft more fiercely as newfound life quickly coarsed into it. She ground her hips upon my pelvis and dutifully promised me, "Don't worry, I'll get with Pamela soon enough." My right hand was already rubbing and caressing Amy's stomach; her baby bump was not quite there just yet, but that did not mean I could not pretend it was. My third child - though only six weeks along - was growing inside of her! "I love our life, you know." "I love it, too," Amy grinned. "I want some of that pussy now," Lindsay proclaimed, as she broke her intensive kiss with Pamela. She moved further down the bed, then burrowed her face between Pamela's thighs once Trish moved out of the way to accommodate her request. Pamela let out a loud, shrill whine, and her body rumbled with pure pleasure as Lindsay began to lash away at her moist, little pussy with her tongue. "Come over here," Amy said to Scarlett, crooking a finger at her. "Come on. Come over here!" When Scarlett finally did, Amy motioned toward my cock with her head and smiled at her girlfriend. "You want to suck it?" "Yeah," she grinned, her face a bit red. Still relatively new to our lifestyle and the way that we did things, Scarlett generally seemed to be a little shy and apprehensive when group sex sessions like this began. It always seemed like she needed a little bit of time to warm up to the situation. The idea of having sex with seven other people at the same time was something entirely new for her, and perhaps the thought itself was a bit overwhelming. Before meeting us, Scarlett had been with a total of three people (two men and one woman) in her entire lifetime. "Give me a kiss first," Amy insisted of Scarlett, who complied before dropping to her knees in front of me. When Amy released my cock, Scarlett immediately grasped it with her right hand and started frigging away. "Someone is awfully hard again," Scarlett teased me. Amy turned around and embraced me with both arms, then concentrated on kissing me as Scarlett opened her mouth wide and leaned forward, enveloping the full length of my shaft between her moist, pillowy lips. She swirled her tongue around it within her mouth in an easy, languid motion, then began to gently thrust it back-and-forth. Scarlett giggled as she looked up at me for approval; my sighs and moans of passion were all of the reinforcement that she needed. Scarlett then latched onto the base of my shaft with her right hand again, and used her left to knead and caress my testicles. Still sprawled out across the bed with four other ladies in close proximity to her, Pamela experienced her first orgasm of the evening as Lindsay brought her to a truly powerful oral climax. I watched out of the corner of my eye and, with Amy still slipping me her tongue through a needful kiss, I smiled as Pamela's arms and legs flailed due to the sensations and the moment. For tonight at least, Pamela was able to forget all of her worries and concerns, and set aside her anxiety, and simply have fun again. Lindsay finally withdrew her face from between Pamela's thighs; it was completely saturated in gooey pussy juice. Still, she was not satisfied. "I'm not done with you yet," Lindsay proclaimed, diving her face back into the promised land and lapping away yet again. As Pamela's body arched high off of the bed in response to Lindsay's blazing tongue, Kristanna doubled a leather strap around her right hand and wrist, and gave Devon's backside a series of hard swats with it. Not expecting such treatment, Devon roared out like a wild animal and turned to face Kristanna with wild, raging eyes. Trish, meanwhile, simply sat back and giggled at the spectacle. By now, Scarlett had picked up the pace in regards to the speed and ferocity of the blowjob that she was giving to me. Her red ponytail swung back-and-forth as she continued to work over my cock faster and harder. Pamela and Lindsay somehow changed positions in that short amount of time. Lindsay was now flat on her back and Pamela was seated atop her face, riding her tongue like a champion, but also had a hand-held dildo and was thrusting it in-and-out of the 20-year-old's pussy at a frenetic rate of speed. "Why don't you get a dildo and do Lindsay's ass with it?" Pamela suggested to Trish. "I'll fuck her pussy with this dildo. You know how much Lindsay loves it when we double-up on her. She can never get enough!" Trish nodded her head in agreement, then leafed through the duffel bag of sexual toys and devices that Amy purchased at the adult store two nights ago, and withdrew a long, somewhat thin dildo that seemed perfect for anal sex. Trish smeared a heavy excess of lubricant onto it and quickly inserted the cruel object directly into Lindsay's puckered, little rectum. Lindsay, of course, rumbled and vibrated in the joyous feeling of being double-penetrated by two big, nasty dildos. Pamela and Trish began to pump her respective orifices in unison, causing Lindsay to scream and growl out in response. Undeterred, Lindsay's tongue kept working its magic, and soon she brought Pamela to the edge of another release. Although she still managed to violate Lindsay with the dildo, Pamela shrieked out as her body again went through the sweet progression of orgasm. She continually ground herself upon Lindsay's face, but still pumped her pussy with the hand-held dildo. She and Trish, who was drilling her ass, perfected their rhythm and went to town with it. "You were a naughty girl to sneak off with Lindsay during the wedding reception and have sex with her in the ladies' room, weren't you, Devvy?" "Yes, Krissy," Devon responded, now laying across her wife's trusting lap, with her tight ass arched in the air. Kristanna began to lash her with the aforementioned strap. Although not near as hard or forceful as she could have been, Kristanna clearly reveled in the sight of Devon's lush backside squirming and clenching entirely of its own accord as she painted it a crimson red with the strap. "Just how many people did you sneak off with and have sex at the reception?" Kristanna asked Lindsay. "Three," she responded with a loud, erotic cry of her own, still getting double-penetrated courtesy of Pamela and Trish. "So you were the naughtiest girl of all," Kristanna said to Lindsay, nodding her head for emphasis. She gave Devon a mighty lash with the strap, then promised Lindsay, "We'll have to do something about that later." Despite her limited experience, Scarlett was a natural when it came to sucking cock. She easily hand-jerked me to my own orgasm in combination with her magnificent tongue. I felt my shaft spasm in her hand as it pumped its first spurt of warm semen to the back of her tongue and down her throat. Scarlett kept milking me, and each ensuing spasm fed her more of my thick, white sperm. Some of it shot down her throat, but she seemed to be pooling most of it in the very back of her mouth. Scarlett emptied the contents of my testicles by working my cock with her hand. Finally, she released my shaft and looked up at me and opened her mouth, showing off a massive pool of cum which she swirled across her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. "Oh my!" I gasped at the lewd show that she was giving me. I had never seen Scarlett act quite this nasty before! Scarlett smiled as she closed her mouth and swallowed. A moment later, Scarlett proved that she had consumed every drop by opening her mouth and showing me that it was indeed, empty. Amy dropped down to both knees beside her, and the two ladies immediately shared a deep, soul-touching type of kiss. "Yeah! That's it!" Pamela exclaimed, her face enraged as she drilled Lindsay's pussy with the dildo. "Cum for me!" Lindsay moaned and sighed as her body exploded in a sea of orgasmic bliss, but that did not stop either of her two aggressors. Pamela and Trish continually pumped away at her orifices until Kristanna interjected herself into the mix. "Let me play with that girl for awhile," she grinned. Pamela and Trish reluctantly nodded their heads and withdrew themselves from Lindsay's twitching body. Pamela, however, did not have much time to feel disappointment. Devon snatched the dildo from her hands and shoved her down upon the floor, then jammed it between her thighs and directly into her pussy. My attention was momentarily diverted as Kristanna pulled a massive, strap-on dildo out from within the duffel bag. She smiled and licked her lips at the mere sight, then stepped into its leather harness and buckled it into place. She reached for the humungous dong that protruded outward from her pelvis and stroked it fiercely. "Look what I have for you, Lindsay! OH YEAH ... you're going to get it!" Amy returned to the bed and promptly moved behind Lindsay, propping her up against her chest. Amy began to grope and massage Lindsay's breasts while splaying a series of tender kisses across her neck and shoulders. For the first time since this session had begun, Lindsay turned her face and looked directly at me. I had never saw such an expression upon her face before. It was one of extreme hunger and desire. The most extreme! Just the mere sight caused my cock to begin to stir yet again. Perhaps Lindsay had never been quite this excited before. Not only because of what had already happened to her, but the realization that much more was to come. My goal was for her to be used beyond any and all belief tonight. Lindsay knew that all too well. After all, she was the one who demanded a gang-bang on her wedding night. The expression upon her face also seemed to relay a silent, but powerful message to me. "I'm going to get you, Jeremy." I hoped she would. I offered Lindsay a smile and nodded my head at her in response. The enchantress' eyes had been trained on me, but she suddenly turned her face away and screamed out in unequaled lust as Kristanna - who was on both knees in front of her - jammed the massive strap-on dildo into her pussy. Still behind the 20-year-old, Amy curled her neck and latched her mouth upon Lindsay's for a spirited, frenzied kiss. At the same time, Kristanna got settled in and then began to hump away at Lindsay in the missionary position. Off to the side, Trish glanced around the room and noticed that all of the other ladies were occupied. Kristanna and Amy were teaming up on Lindsay, of course, while Devon, Pamela and Scarlett now seemed to be in a three-way pussy licking contest upon the floor. The three ladies were lying on their sides in a triangle formation; Devon licked Pamela's pussy, Pamela licked Scarlett's and lastly, Scarlett licked Devon's. They were really going at it, too. Stroking my cock in the open air, I finally made eye contact with Trish. She needed someone to be with, so I extended two fingers from my opposite hand and motioned for her to come closer. Trish did just that, dropping to her knees and then making her way over to me. Once she closed the distance between us, Trish took a seat and stretched her toned legs underneath the chair that I had recently sat down in. Without saying a word, Trish's hand replaced mine on the base of my shaft. She frigged it for a few seconds, then took its full length into her hungry mouth. "I'm so happy for you," I whispered down at Trish. "I know how much you love and care for Lindsay." The 32-year-old whimpered in response to those words as I continued, "You married the absolute girl of your dreams. Congratulations."