After Sears, we went directly to Paul's house. The aunts got the grand tour, which didn't take long, as it wasn't a very big house. Paul, like them, had left his next-door neighbour a key, and he had checked the house regularly. The heat was on, and the plumbing was fine. When he saw us drive up, the neighbour came over with Paul's accumulated mail. Paul introduced him as Fred Reynolds. Fred was a very nice man who not only seemed thoroughly at ease and comfortable when Paul introduced Pie and Jo as his sister-wives but actually happy for Paul. He said when he was introduced. "I finally get to meet you!"
I asked Paul later about Fred's reaction. He said Fred was his very best friend in the world, whom he'd known since he came to Canada. Paul had actually told him and another good friend at the time, his life story. He said his friends never liked Shirley, and had even tried to discourage Paul from marrying her in the first place, telling him to wait for his wives from Holland. He said the other friend was killed about the time he and Shirley split up. Now those were friends! In a way, I'm glad Paul did connect with Shirley, or I wouldn't have had Diane...
Fred even watered his plants regularly for him. I thought it odd that a man might have plants, but when I mentioned it, Paul laughed. "Hey! I'm Dutch, remember?"
We would have stayed and visited with Fred a bit, but he was just leaving for his son's, so we didn't hang about. Paul told Fred he'd call him tonight, but Fred said he was going out to the Legion and wouldn't be home, for Paul to call him tomorrow. We left Fred with a 'Happy New Year', and headed back home.
We left Paul's house and headed straight home, returning almost an hour before we had hoped. The aunts enjoyed their outing, but were excited to set up their new bedroom. I had something I wanted to do if there was time. When we got home, I asked Paul if he and Dad could move the furniture by themselves, and if I could borrow his car for an hour. I asked the aunts if they could watch the kids for another hour because I wanted to take my wives with me. They agreed, but told me not to take too long.
Paul handed me the keys to his car as we headed into the house. The girls were in the kitchen preparing things for the party tonight. I asked First Wife if they could break off from what they were doing for a little while to come with me because I needed their input. Carol asked. "What do you need us for, David?"
"Oh, I just want some input on a purchase we need to make. We're home earlier than I expected, so I thought we'd use the extra time to do some special shopping. Shouldn't take us long, but I imagine we should go soon in case they close early today. Can you leave right away?"
The girls, always intrigued by a mystery purchase or surprise shopping, were already moving for their coats. The kids were in the living room picking up their toys to clear space for the party. I told them their mothers and I were going out for a little bit, and to mind for their grandparents while we were gone. After some sloppy kid kisses for all of us, they said they'd be good girls. The four of us piled into Paul's small car, the girls flashing me as they tucked their sexy legs into the vehicle. What a sight to see those three lovelies revealing their charms as they settled into their seats! Riekie, claiming right of 'cuddle spot', rode shotgun while the other two cuddled together in the back seat. There wasn't much of a 'cuddle spot' in the front of Paul's small car -- it had bucket seats.
Then it started.
Riekie: "Where..."
Carol: "Are we..."
Diane: "Going?"
Goose bumps raised on my arms. I'd wondered how long it would be before their empathy deepened. This was going to take some getting used to. "Wait and see, M'ladies, wait and see."
I drove straight to the GM dealer's lot. It wasn't really a secret, but I figured if I'd told them where we were going, there would have been an interminable discussion on colours and models before we left, keeping us late. We could do that on the lot.
As I parked the car, I said. "Ok, My Lovelies, now that I returned the rental, we don't have a vehicle big enough for the whole family. I doubt if we'll get anything today, but I want to have a look at what's available and we need you to select colours and options. We need something as quickly as possible, so even if we have to order it, a day gained is a day gained." I had one question. "Princess, this is going to make a bit of a dent in the chequing account. Are we OK with this?" I knew we had the funds -- I just wanted to make sure they were OK with such a large purchase.
Riekie hugged me tight. "David, that's what the money is for. You could have done this without involving us. We need a car or truck or something, and you're right -- we need it soon. You don't need my permission to spend our money, especially on something so practical."
"Honey, I know I said I accepted the fact of the money, but it's still gonna take some getting used to. I think a purchase as large and important as this needs all our input. So let me rephrase it. Wives, are we all in agreement that we need to buy a vehicle for family use, and is it OK to pay cash for it?"
When they weren't completing each other's sentences, they spoke in surround sound. "Of course, David."
They became totally excited, like teenagers in the mall. As we stepped out of the car, one of the salesmen, whom I knew very well, approached us -- Jim Brown, our friend from the Prom, just the salesman I wanted to see. He wasn't high pressure, and he gave as good a deal as he could, fair and honest. His sales record and his repeat customers were testament to that. As soon as he saw Carol and Riekie, his face lit up like a new sunrise. He stuck out his hand to me and indicated My Girls. "Dave! Where did you find them? Damn, they're looking good!"
The girls blushed as Jim indicated them. I grinned and accepted his hand. "Hi Jim! Oh, they were around."
Carol and Riekie didn't recognize Jim at first, and Diane had never met him, although she'd heard me speak of him. They seemed ill at ease with Jim. Seeing it he laughed. "Now I guess it's my turn not to be recognized. Carol and Riekie Scott, right? You ladies have hardly changed."
The girls blushed and bristled a little at their former name. Carol answered. "We haven't used that name in several years. It's Mrs. Carol and Mrs. Riekie Lloyd now. Who are..." Then recognition. "Jim? Jim Brown?"
It was plain Jim was as enamoured of My Girls now as he ever was. "The same. Jeez, it's been a lot of years, ladies, but you're still the best looking women I've seen around these parts, and who's this other beauty with you? She looks familiar, but I don't think we've met." Jim hadn't twigged to Carol's use and even emphasis of the 'Mrs.' honorific. Knowing him, it would hit him in a few minutes.
Riekie, now she knew to whom she was speaking, introduced Diane. "Jim, this is our cousin-wife, Mrs. Diane Lloyd. Muffin, this is Jim Brown. We went to school with him. He was in Carol Anne's class."
Jim took her hand then a light went on as he recognized her. "Pleased to meet you, Diane. Oh! Now I know why I recognize you -- Dave's wife. We've never met, but I've seen you with him." He looked back to Carol and Riekie. "So, where have you two been? Last I heard, you broke up with Dave and moved away."
Before either could answer, the penny dropped. Jim gasped, his eyes huge as the import of Carol's introductions finally crashed into his consciousness. He stammered. "D-D-Dave! Y-You mean you actually did it? You married both of them? And their cousin?"
The girls tittered in mild embarrassment, and I gave Jim the full bombshell. "Jim, I haven't been quite straight with you. Carol Anne, Riekie, and I were already married that Prom night and had been for almost a year. Those rings you saw were our wedding rings. We just couldn't go public then. The best I could do was tell you they were my fiancées. Then, due to forces beyond our control, later that summer, as you know, shit happened.
"We were separated for almost twenty years, during which time I found and married Diane. The girls lived out West then, biding their time. Somehow we managed to keep the flame alive. We've only just got back together. Carol Anne and I first reconciled in September then Christmas Eve we were all re-united and tied a new knot to include Diane Marie. We're living openly as a family at the farm now and would like our friends to know. You and Julie should come out sometime and meet the whole clan. Then we'll have the time to tell the whole story." The word 'openly' and the invitation for our friends to know wasn't lost on Jim. He would do what had to be done.
Jim and I had become quite good friends, especially during those last years of school, but he had never heard exactly what happened between My Girls and me. Jim was a stalwart, helping me limp through high school with his calm manner, unflagging common sense, and general optimism. I had explained to him our concept of multiple marriage under the Old Ways because of his genuine interest in the subject. Apparently our conversation at the Prom had intrigued him. Telling him we were involved in a four-way multiple came as no surprise to him. The surprise (shock!) was the reconciliation with Carol and Riekie.
Jim grinned hugely, his joy at our reunion palpable. "Hot damn! This is good news indeed! The best I've heard in years! I'm ecstatic for you all! Girls, you don't know how much Dave moped around for years. He looks the happiest I've seen him since that night at the Prom! And you lovely ladies look absolutely radiant! You've made my day!" Jim would have gone on, but he was, above all, a businessman. He saw we were getting a little cold, so he ushered us into the show room to talk business. "Now, much as I'd like to catch up on old times, I know you didn't drop by just to see me. What can I help you with?"
Carol laughed. "David dragged us down here to look at vehicles when we should be home getting ready for our guests tonight."
I told Jim. "We just fetched the whole family home from Calgary in a rented van which I had to return. Now we're looking for a vehicle that will do for all of us. My old pickup is fine for me to run errands and go to work, but isn't up to hauling the family around — the four of us, plus four small children, and three on the way. Carol Anne's due in June with twins and Diane Marie's due in September with one. Riekie may be due somewhere near then, but we're working on that <Grin>. So we need a pretty good size vehicle. Diane doesn't drive, but both Carol Anne and Riekie can handle fairly large vehicles. What do you recommend?"
Jim grinned and glanced at My Wives, "Dave, you're gonna need something approaching a bus, almost, but I may have just the thing you need for now. You can trade up to something bigger later on if you need it. I have a new stretch van we got in on spec with four full size bench seats plus two 'captain's chair' seats in the front and quite a bit of cargo space left over. It's loaded with all the toys -- rear compartment heat, air, tinted windows, four speed automatic, V-8, cruise, power windows and door locks with child-safe features, trim package, trailer package, and anchors for several child seats. And... it's fully prepped and ready to go. If we can come to terms, you could probably have it today. Would you like to look?"
I looked at the wives, who nodded. Jim guided us back to the lot and showed us the van he described. From the outside, it looked nice — utilitarian, but also a little dressy in a deep metallic blue. The carpeted interior was just what we needed with lots of seating and cargo space. The girls were thrilled with it. Jim offered us a test drive without him hanging over our shoulders. We didn't have a lot of time, but decided we should take him up on his offer for a short drive anyway. There was no way we were going to get it if the girls didn't like the way it handled.
Carol got behind the wheel first, and pulled off the lot. She hadn't gone far when she declared it was nicer to drive than the rental, despite being longer, and that she liked it. She pulled over and Riekie drove it back to the lot. Riekie declared it to be OK as well. Back on the lot, they amazed Jim by lifting the hood and examining the engine compartment for ease of service, such as checking the oil and filling washer bottles. (They showed more acumen than many men... ) Diane was satisfied with the interior -- carpeted throughout, amazingly quiet to ride in and the seats were actually comfortable. I told the girls they would be using it far more than me — thus it was mainly their vehicle, and ultimately their decision.
The girls huddled to discuss what they liked and disliked about the vehicle, arrived at a consensus and approached me all smiles. First Wife spoke for them. "We like it David. It appears to be just what we need. The colour's fine, there's enough room and Princess and I both like the way it handles. Muffin says she likes the interior and thinks the carpet will be easier to keep clean than it looks. Your job is to talk Jim into the best cash deal you can. Princess has the cheque book if you need it.
"We talked it over, and while we're here, we want to get a car, too, something the four of us can use if we want to go out for an evening or if we only have to run small errands when you're away with the truck. Princess saw a nice full size Chevy she likes. It's a good car for four adults, and can handle one or two of us with four children. She says it's almost identical to the one she had before, so if it has the same or similar engine and options, we won't have to take it for a test drive. See if you can make a deal with Jim for the van while we check it out. If we like it, we'll let you know."
Well, long story short, when we left the lot an hour later, we owned the blue van, and Jim promised delivery of the car Riekie recommended in a similar colour. After a little haggling for the package deal, we made Jim's sales day and he was walking on air when we closed the deal. I didn't need the cheque book -- my bank card was good for the whole thing after a routine call to the bank for security and ID check. The van was ready to go. A hasty phone call to my insurance agent got both insured, and Jim was able to make it to the vehicle registry to get the van plated. The car had to be prepped, but he promised delivery right after the holiday. The vehicles weren't cheap, but we got a good discount for cash and the package.
Carol insisted she drive the van so she and Diane took off for home, leaving Riekie and me to bring up the rear in Paul's car. I noticed Riekie fidgeting in her seat, and detected a faint trace of her natural perfume. We returned home about an hour and a half after we'd left. I had only expected to shop and possibly order our vehicles, never expecting to close a deal so quickly. The girls were ecstatic I'd even thought of it. Of course, everyone at home had to check out the new van.
While Carol and Diane showed off our acquisition to the rest of the family, Riekie grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the house. Our winter outerwear seemed to teleport of us as she threw her arms around my neck and drew me into a mind-boggling kiss that must have lasted for at least a couple months and inhaled my soul. My body responded with an immediate and very obvious erection against which she rubbed her hot mons very suggestively.
As we separated from the kiss, she looked into my eyes, hers sparkling and flashing with desire. "David, I love you so much! I need you in me right now. Take me upstairs and make love to me -- NOW."
I recognized the urgency in her eyes and plea. "Your wish is my command, M'lady." Kissing her on the tip of her pretty nose and taking her by the hand, we practically ran upstairs to our room.
I barely had the door closed before Riekie was instantly in my arms, pushing me back against it, kissing me with an urgency and passion I'd rarely seen from her. Her body pressed and rubbed against me with an incredible heat, her nipples hard and burning through her sweater. Riekie's molten mons rubbed and ground against me arousing and inflaming my already burgeoning erection, which noble beast reared and strained to be released from the restrictive imprisonment of my pants. She moaned incoherently into my mouth as our tongues parried and thrust in a duel of passion.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmmm."
I lowered my hands to her hot cheeks and felt the extraordinary heat of her flesh through the wool of her kilt. Fingers working, I bunched the material of her kilt, working it up and over the satiny smooth flesh of her marvelous globes. Riekie separated her hips from me slightly so the skirt would rise evenly over her mons. Soon her kilt was raised completely to her waist, and her fiery mons was pressed back into my swollen member, grinding in invitation. I placed my hands on her succulent cheeks and massaged the warm resilient flesh, eliciting even more moans into my mouth as our mouths continued the wet dance of love, tongues entwining, fucking back and forth in her attempt to devour me.
My fingers worked through the crevice of her sweet, warm cheeks to her cleft. Riekie parted her thighs to allow the exploration. Her nether lips parted easily, wet and eager already. I probed into her tight little fuck hole and was rewarded by a gasp into my mouth as her creamy fluid gushed onto my fingers. God she was Hot!
"Aaaahhh!"
Lips still locked to mine, Riekie released her hold on my neck. Her hands dropped between us to the front of my pants, lightly grazing my tumescence through the material, teasing me to even greater hardness. Her fingers found my belt and fumbled to get it unfastened. She fumbled less as she found the tab to my fly and drew it down slowly before very determinedly releasing the button. My pants fell open at her touch. Her warm right hand sought and found her prize as her left arm returned to my neck, pulling me deeper into our prolonged and torrid kiss. Her hot touch on my seething flesh was electric. Breaking the kiss, I gasped at the sensation.
"Oh God! Hon! What you're doing to me!"
Riekie leaned her head back and we gazed into each other's eyes. Hers sparkled and danced with azure fire, consuming my soul with her passion and a love so deep and timeless, I swore I was looking into eternity. Her hand freed my throbbing, manhood from its prison and stroked gently, smearing pre-cum along my length, stimulating and increasing the wonderful sensations of her silken touch. My pants, no longer stretched by my straining phallus, slipped to my knees then my ankles.
She giggled. "Somebody's ready. Let's see if we can't find a nice warm place for him..."
She bent my raging boner between us and inserted me between her thighs. Still gazing fixedly into my eyes, both arms once again around my neck she tightened her hold and pulled her body upward, the hot points of her nipples branding twin lines of fire up my chest, even through the light wool of her sweater and the thin fabric of my shirt. Knowing what she wanted, I grasped her cheeks more firmly and lifted her up and into me, my hardness dragging through her slit, reveling in the slickness of her sex.
Riekie's arms tightened more about my neck, never breaking her gaze. Between us, we lifted her higher until my ravening cock found its goal, and centred on her sopping entrance. She moaned and begged as she felt me located where she wanted.
"Mmmmm. Yes! Right there! Put him in me, David! Put him in me now! Mmmm."
I changed the angle of my hips for better entry, and slowly lowered her onto my inflamed, swollen prick. Her tight sheath enveloped me in heat and wetness. Her tightness was that of a hot, silken vice clasping and squeezing in exquisite sensation. As I lowered her to full impalement, she wrapped her legs around me and sighed deeply as she was filled. Our pubic bones met and mashed together, crushing her sweet little clitty between us, my hair entwining with her gorgeous blonde curls.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh! Oooooohhhhh!"
I held her still for a moment, carrying her full weight on my arms, my cock buried in her seething depths as we savored our joining. Soon, though, the passion built, demanding release and fulfillment. Riekie fastened her lips to mine in a brief, torrid kiss as my hips started to pump into her. Breaking from the kiss, Riekie pulled herself closer into me, her head over my shoulder.
She whispered into my ear. "Do me, David! Do me good!"
Needing some support, I turned us so she leaned back against the door. She freed her right hand, reached behind and grasped the door knob to steady herself. I pressed her tight to the door and started to hump into her. I fucked. I rutted. I pounded and thrust into her hot, welcoming vagina, her scalding fluids gushing and soaking over my genitals. The door rattled and thumped as we rutted against it. Riekie shouted her glee.
"Yes! Yes! David! Yes! That's it! Do me! Dooo Meee!"
Riekie's body shook and convulsed through several orgasms, each one bigger than the last as I pounded into her, our angle such that her hypersensitive clit was mashed on each stroke, sending electric shocks rocketing through her spasming frame. With each orgasm, her magnificent muscles contracted and flexed around my pounding meat. She yelped and exclaimed her delight and pleasure, begging for more.
"Yes! Yes! Oh! Cummmminng! Here it is!... UH!... UH!... UH!... YE-ES! OH! David! Mmmmm! So Good! More!"
I pounded and rutted into her pulsating vagina, her muscles rippling and massaging my length, fucking me from the inside. She gasped and exulted.
"Oh! David! I'm c-c-cummmiinngg agaaiiin! Uh!... Uh!... Uh!... YES! YES! Oo-ohh, So goo-ood!"
Spurred on by the intensity of the pleasure we climbed together higher and higher toward a massive climax. Our passion soared ever upward. My hips humped and pumped into her. Riekie squirmed and gyrated, suspended on my unbending pole. Her muscles convulsed and squeezed, milking my pulsating member in a hot, satiny vice. Her passion built into another orgasm as she writhed and squirmed on my wildly thrusting shaft.
"OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! OGOD! CUUUMMMIINNGG! UH! UH! UH! OGOD! YES! YES! DON'T STOP! MORE!"
Riekie's fluids gushed and flowed around my surging member, running in liquid heat, bathing us both in her sweet wetness. My temples throbbed as I felt the familiar bittersweet pain of impending release build behind my eyes. Riekie's body convulsed and quivered in my arms as she rode the waves of her orgasms ever higher to her ultimate peak. Her muscles quivered and spasmed rhythmically along my plunging, driving steel as we approached the crest together. Pounding and thumping, I drove into her ever harder. Riekie shrieked and yelled her approaching finale.
"EEEEE! YES! YES! DAVID! YES! HARDER! OGOG! OGOD! YES! ALMOST THERE! YES! DAVID!"
Riekie's body tensed as her muscles clasped and clamped on my penis, climbing toward the approaching storm of her release. My balls swelled, tightened, and lifted into the base of my rutting penis. I felt the wave begin to crest as we surfed together to ultimate joy. I became a mindless fucking machine as I pounded into her relentlessly, the wave cresting like a tsunami. As my climax approached, I grunted and roared.
"UH! UH! UH! PRIN-CESS! CUMMMMIIIINNNGGG! UH! Uh! UH!"
The wave broke on the shore of our passion, as my balls heaved and lurched, launching geyser after geyser of salty, sticky sperm up and through my rampaging cock. I pulled back once, thrust into her hard, slamming us noisily into the door, and held as my penis swelled and stiffened. In a massive release, it jerked and squirted jet after jet after jet of thick creamy baby sauce deep into her welcoming body. I felt I came a river of sticky white sperm, filling her to overflowing as it squished out around the base of my penis, dripping slowly onto my balls and trickling down her thighs. Riekie's back arched into me and her muscles clamped around my swollen, spitting member, milking and squeezing out every drop of my copious spend. Her body convulsed and spasmed in time with each coughing squirt from my spewing cock. And she screamed, as her arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me even deeper.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAAAAAAAAVVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDD!!"
In the throes of a massive orgasm, my legs almost gave out beneath me, my knees wobbly from the intensity of the experience and from supporting Riekie's weight on just my arms and penis. As we wound down, I sagged against her, my weight pressing her into the door. Gradually she relaxed her grip and let her legs drop, taking some of her own weight on her tiptoes. Riekie washed my face with little kisses and nibbles as we basked in post coital bliss, her hips gently pumping onto my jerking slowly deflating penis. She murmured sweet words of love.
"Mmmm! David! I love you! Mmmm!"
Gasping, we held each other as our breathing gradually returned to near normal. Our lips met and touched in a tender kiss that sealed our love. Riekie sighed, her eyes welling with tears of love and satisfaction.
"Oh God, David! I love you so much! That was so intense! I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden, I just had to have you in me. I almost raped you right there on the car lot! <GIGGLE> But God! It was wonderful!"
I laughed softly, nuzzling her neck. "Riekie Lloyd, I love you! <Chuckle> Strangely enough I do know what came over you. Get used to it Sweetheart! For the next few days, you are going to be the horniest female on the planet! I recognized the look in your eye, and I can smell that sweet perfume. I noticed it in the car on the way home."
Riekie held on for a few more minutes, as her ravenous pussy milked every drop it could from my sagging member. At last gravity prevailed, and I fell from her hot wet grasp with an audible plop. I kissed her sweetly again. "Are you ready to ride the comet and see the stars My Love?"
Riekie gasped in realization. "Oh! You mean it? When?"
I laughed. For someone with her education, knowledge, and background, she could sometimes seem as innocent as a schoolgirl. "Yeah, you said your fertile time would be about now. Like I told you, you've never experienced it when we're together, is all. Sometime in the next day or so, we'll ride the comet and you'll see those stars you dream of."
We were both able to stand, her skirt still around her waist, my pants about my ankles. She hugged me tight, her head on my shoulder, nuzzling my neck. She whispered dreamily. "Oh God! I hope so... I love you so much."
At length, the outside world intruded as I heard voices in the house and the comings and goings of the other family members. I glanced at my watch. It seemed like an eternity, but we had only been away from the rest for a little over fifteen minutes. By definition a quickie... A guy could get to like this...
I stepped away from Riekie, almost tripping over my pants. She giggled, dropping to her knees in front of me. Keeping those beautiful eyes firmly fixed on mine she carefully sucked and licked me clean. Satisfied at her job, she rose to her feet, bringing my pants up with her and tucked me safely away.
I knelt before her in turn and worshiped at her temple of Venus. She was a glorious mess, a mixture of sperm and her own juices trailing wetly down her thighs. I kissed her sopping mons, tasting us both. "Mmm! You're pretty messy. We better get you cleaned up a little."
I led her into the bathroom, soaked a washcloth with warm water and gently cleansed the worst from her. She giggled and squirmed at my attention. As I finished, I kissed her muff and pulled her skirt down. Rising, I took her in my arms and we exchanged a tender lover's kiss. We wrapped an arm around each other and slowly walked from the room to rejoin the family.
Downstairs, we met Carol and Diane in the kitchen. They grinned from ear to ear, and embraced us both. Carol laughed, "I saw you two rush off. My God! The banging on that door! Are you sure it's still on the hinges? That's the first time I've heard what one of us sounds like from the outside! Jeez! No wonder we get funny looks and silly grins! Muffin, it looks like you and I may get left out for a while." They both giggled.
She stepped close and inhaled deeply of Riekie's scent. "Yup! Oh, Princess! I'm so happy for you! I think tomorrow's going to be perfect timing. We'd like to be with you, but with the romance of it being the anniversary of your first private time, I know it's right."
"Now I'm gonna tell you what Pie and Jo and Mom told us in September. You're time is close. You're so sensitive and aware of your body now, you'll know when the perfect time is, but it happens so suddenly, any time you get the urge could be it. Whenever you feel the itch or if Sweet Pussy suddenly gets hungry, you grab David and go, Girl. Don't wait for us. I know when it happened to me, it had to be NOW, but I usually had enough time to drag David away from people. How do you feel right now?"
Riekie, unused to being the 'patient' actually blushed! "I feel wonderful! David and Rascal filled me so full of Precious Stuff! I've never felt anything so urgent before! What if it happens tonight when we have company?"
Carol and Diane giggled and hugged her to them. For the moment I was ignored as they shared their woman's knowledge. Carol giggled. "Go for it! At least tonight we'll be with people we know. I had it happen during Mom's wake with all those old biddies around. I told David we had to feed the pets and he understood immediately. We ran upstairs and had a really intense quickie that made a big mess. When we came back downstairs, some old lady asked if we'd got them fed OK. I couldn't leave it alone and had to have some fun with her so I described the mess as if it was real pets, and she gobbled it right up. We had a lot of fun with her over that and she never did get that I was pulling her leg."
We had a good laugh. We'd alluded to it at different times, but this was the first Diane and Riekie had heard the whole anecdote and thought it was hilarious. I couldn't get over how one minute these nymphs could be so innocent and then the next be so ribald. I hope I never do. They're such a delight!
Diane commented wistfully. "When it happened to me, David wasn't here — he'd gone to get Pie and Jo and stayed overnight. I didn't get to satisfy those sudden urges, and I didn't understand what was happening to me. I had to get myself off alone a lot for a couple days. <Giggle> Mind you, we were having great sex morning and night, so I probably only missed a few chances. Even so, I think I might have been lucky to get pregnant when I did. I wish I had listened more closely when Mrs. Lloyd described what happened to her; then I'd have known to keep David closer or gone with him. Princess, you stay close to Our Man. We don't want you missing any chances. Oh God! I love you so much!"
Diane drew Riekie into one of the most erotic kisses I've ever seen. When they separated, their eyes were dancing. Carol wrapped them both in a tender hug, and all three then kissed sweetly. I began to feel like a fifth wheel. At length, they stepped apart, and Carol became First Wife again. "Well ladies, we still have a party to get ready for. David, would you check the kids and make sure they're not into any mischief? Paul and his wives are over at Mom's setting up their bedroom, but they'll be back for supper, and they still have some things to move. And don't you go far — Princess needs you close now."
I grinned and in my best feline-flogged voice replied, "Yes, Dear..."
I got chased out of the kitchen by three laughing squealing females, taking refuge in the living room where the kids played quietly. When I came in, they looked up from their play and smiled sweetly. Three young voices chirped in empathic synchronicity,
Rhiannon: "We heard you and..."
K.P.; "Mommy making..."
D.J.: "Happy Tickle sounds."
Rhiannon: "We like it...
K.P. : "When you and..."
D.J.: "Our mommies make...
All three in surround: "Happy Tickle sounds."
Jenny, the two year old giggled and repeated the last. "Hap-py tick-le sounds!"
My God! I knew my wives were developing an empathic bond, and that the twins already had it, but to add Rhiannon I hadn't considered! Talk about spooky! Then I remembered I had actually used their empathy to communicate directly with home on Christmas Eve. Their synchronicity at close range really shouldn't be surprising, given the strength of their Sight. These kids were so closely bonded, they might as well have been triplets, and I suspected the only reason Jenny wasn't fully involved was her age and immature language skills. I had the unnerving suspicion all our children would share this bond.
When I recovered from the shock, I gave them all a hug and asked them to start picking up their toys. Most had already been moved to their room earlier, but we still needed floor space. The big Christmas tree took up a lot of space, and we were expecting a lot of company tonight for the New Year's Eve party. Aside from picking up after the children's play, there wasn't much else to do. The aunts had kept the place spotless while we were away, and the girls had been through with dust rags and the vacuum.
Satisfied the kids were not into mischief, I grabbed a coffee and informed my wives if any one needed me, <Leer> I would be down in my shop. I still had a few things to do -- some small household repair jobs, and I was working on a rough plan for the new house.