Again, the kids slept in the middle of the bed in a tangled heap with Ahab woven in amongst them. I reminded myself a camera was simply a must from now on. I might have to wear it like jewelry, just to have the instant opportunity to capture these blissful scenes. At present, I didn't even own one. I made a note to get one as soon as the stores opened Thursday. Except for the pictures Bob took at Christmas, and those Riekie had taken for the album, we had little photographic record of our lives. Wait a minute! I realized Riekie must have a camera.
"Princess?"
Dreamily as she lazed into my shoulder, "Yes, David?"
Innocently, "Where's your camera?"
Sudden realization, "Oh, shit! In all the rush the last week, I forgot all about it! It was in one of my bags and I put it away yesterday without even thinking! Duh! I'll get it right now. I hope there's still some film in it. I know I have some new rolls, but it would be better if it was already loaded."
Still muttering to herself for forgetting about getting pictures of the family, Riekie darted off to our room where I heard her open a drawer in one of the dressers. She soon returned and handed me a compact automatic 35mm flash camera along with a couple spare rolls of film. It wasn't a fancy unit, but was adequate for what I wanted. I checked, saw it had almost a fresh roll of film and the batteries were fresh. Quickly I snapped the pictures I wanted of the kids sleeping and a few candid shots of my wives as they watched the kids. The flash didn't cause even an eyelid flicker with the kids.
I said I wanted to get a few more, so the girls went ahead to get ready for bed. I waited a few minutes, double checked the film, and snuck into our room with an evil grin. The ladies were in various states of dishabille as they sensuously unwrapped each other. Standing unnoticed (I think... ) in the doorway, I snapped a few quick pix of my gorgeous wood nymphs. After the first few flashes set them squealing, they soon got into the spirit, and struck some rather naughty poses...
I was particularly pleased with those of Carol in her pregnant state, getting some tasteful (Well... I thought they were... ), almost artsy shots of her alone and with the other two. I remembered Riekie's shots of herself at each trimester, and knew the camera would never be far away again. My friend Al would have to develop the film for me though...
Riekie relieved me of the camera. "I'll just take that if you don't mind. You're a menace!" She then snapped a couple of me watching them and had the right idea when she said, "David, you should get a camera of your own. I'll keep this one handy, and you'll have one too. We'll start keeping a full record. I should have been anyway. I don't know where my head's been — the children didn't stop being photogenic just because we're together now."
Continuing with that theme, I suggested. "Maybe we should look into a video camera, too. That way we might actually catch the new babies' first words and stuff like that — motion shots with audio of family activities."
That set them off giggling and doing their one-person-in-three-bodies routine.
Carol: "Full motion? Yeah! I bet! You..."
Riekie: "Filthy old man, you just..."
Diane: "Wanna get some nasty stuff, too."
Actually, except for these candid shots I got tonight, the thought hadn't crossed my mind (Really!), but of course, I couldn't convince them of the purity of my intentions at all. Mind you, now that they mention it themselves... Hmmm...
We'd been in a very upbeat mood since the party, and the levity of the last few minutes just added to it. Riekie put the camera away (after surreptitiously getting a few shots of her own... ) and three gorgeous nudes attacked my clothing. Soon I was as naked as them, and involved in a tickle war. One man (ticklish) against three women (also very ticklish) doesn't seem fair at first, but we had a noisy riot, and soon ended up in a heap on the bed where the tickling degenerated into lustful groping and passionate kissing. After that, things start to get hazy...
I don't remember much of that night except wild, wild totally abandoned sex, the most uninhibited we'd ever experienced as a group, and the most delicious aroma, or blend of aromas. I remember it started with me eating Carol because her sweet pussy was before my face as the tickle war degenerated into lust while she buried her face in Diane.
That much I remember — oh, and someone (Riekie? She was the only one unaccounted for.) giving me the blow job of all blow jobs at the same time. Somewhere about there I lost track as I went into sensory overload (No! It didn't produce a 'Cosmic Moment'! At least I don't think it did... ). The rest is a blur of pussies, breasts, screams of orgasm and several mind blowing cums of my own. I sort of vaguely remember two pussies stacked on top of each other as I poked and prodded each in turn until both women screamed in orgasm. I have no recollection of which one I finally dumped a very large load into. From the morning evidence it looked like they all got some... And I remember some sort of dream about urgently needing to make a baby or was it real?
I woke the next morning holding a still sleeping and contented looking Riekie very close with my morning woody soaking in her hot little pussy, so she must have at least received my last offering. Carol was snuggled into my back, Diane draped across us. All three pussies were a sodden, matted mess, my beard was redolent of pussy juice, and the room absolutely reeked of sex. I detected three distinct flavours of pussy in my whiskers. All three of the girls' faces were smeared with someone's juices as well, and their hair was totally mussed. The bed was a disaster, all the covers thrown off. Someone had rescued the top sheet and pulled it over us, but I think it was our close body contact that kept us warm. All in all, the bedroom and the survivors looked and smelled like an evening of total debauchery.
Must have been a hell of a night. Too bad I couldn't remember it. Despite my lack of memory, somehow I felt exceedingly good, and pleased with myself.
Holding Riekie's sleeping beauty, I moved my hips gently, stroking her velvety warmth easily. Those gorgeous eyes fluttered open and I was greeted with a very warm kiss and a delighted giggle. "David! I love it! But how can you possibly feel like doing anything this morning?"
"Huh?" Play dumb because you are...
My motion and Riekie's voice woke the sleeping Diane sprawled over us. She raised her sweet head, looked around sleepily, gave us each a kiss, and then, realizing what I was doing with/to Riekie, she squealed in awe, "Wow! My God, David, are you still going?"
Stay dumb, Dave. "Huh?"
Carol's voice from behind me made us aware that she too was now awake. "Holy fuck, Batman! You're not serious! David, what has gotten into you?"
Time to stop acting dumb and prove it by actually asking what the fuck they're talking about. "What are you girls talking about? The last thing I remember clearly is starting to munch on a very sweet pussy that is currently heating up my backside and Princess giving me the blowjob of a lifetime." I kissed her on the tip of her pert nose. "That was awesome, Hon. You give great head, but that was the best. Thank you." She blushed prettily.
Diane: "David! You turned..."
Riekie: "Into some kind of..."
Carol: "Wild fucking machine."
Diane: "We couldn't..."
Riekie: "Keep up..."
Carol: "With you..."
All (Surround Sound): "You were an ANIMAL!"
I turned to Riekie, who currently had the undivided attention of a certain part of my anatomy. "So how did I end up in this most delicious of positions?"
"Don't you remember waking me up in the middle of the night? It was like you were on drugs or something. You kept saying over and over 'Gotta make a baby. Gotta make a baby.' You got me so horny, then you made love to me like you never have before, and when Rascal squirted his Precious Stuff, he squirted so hard and so much, I thought it was gonna come out my ears! Then you just rolled us over with Rascal still hard in Sweet Pussy and went to sleep. He hasn't gone soft all night! You don't remember anything?"
I was stunned. What indeed had come over me? "Uh... I remember fragments. Did I really have two of you stacked on top of each other?"
Carol giggled hysterically, "Duh! That was Muffin and me! We were kissing and you took us both. We came so hard and long I thought I was gonna pass out! Right Muffin?"
Diane giggled with her. "Jeez! Never felt anything like that, and not a drop of Precious Stuff for either of us!"
Now I thought they were pulling my leg. "Aw, c'mon! If I made both of you come like that, one of you got it, surely."
Riekie pulled my face to hers. "No, they're right. You seemed to be happy they got off, and then you did me. That was the first for me, and I thought you'd never stop squirting. You only rested for a few minutes, then you did each of the girls one time and squirted in them, making a big mess. I know, I watched. It was awesome. You had the wildest look in your eyes! I don't think you even knew where you were! Where do you get all that Precious Stuff? You rested a bit more then you did me again. I didn't think I'd be ready for you, but I was. God! David! I don't know how many times you made me come!"
Carol leaned up and gave me a sweet kiss, then kissed her wives. "William David Lloyd, you were insatiable! No other word will do. You were like the bunny rabbit going from hole to hole, but I don't think we were much better. When you weren't fucking one of us, the others were sixty-nining like crazy. I know you did me and Muffin at least three times and filled each of us with Precious Stuff at least twice. I don't know how many times you did Princess. I was too busy with Muffin to count."
Diane giggled as she gave us all another kiss. "WoW! I don't think I'll be able to walk! David you did me so hard! And fill me up? I guess so! Don't you remember anything, David?"
I was wracking my brain trying to piece together the details of the night. "No, just what I said, and oh yeah! Just when I started tongue lashing Carol Anne, I remember the most delicious aroma! Actually it seemed like a blend of aromas. It was the most wonderful thing I've ever smelled."
Just then Carol groaned. "Uh! Oh! Uuunnngghh!"
Startled, Diane asked, "What's wrong, Mrs. Lloyd?"
Carol pointed. "Look at the window."
Diane could see better than Riekie or me. "What about the window? I don't see anything un... Oh, no! How did that get closed?"
Carol slapped herself in the head. "Shit! I closed it yesterday morning when I cleaned it, and forgot to put it back up! Damn! No wonder we're all so horny! David and Princess were in here at least twice yesterday making love. Princess was in here several times getting changed and having showers. We keep the door closed to keep Clyde from getting on the bed. The air in here must have been absolutely saturated with pheromones. I better open that window right now. David, I know where Rascal is right now.<Giggle> How does he feel?"
Carol climbed out of bed and opened the window all the way. Chilled, fresh air filled the room. Braving the cold, she also went to the bathroom and turned on the exhaust fan, leaving the door open.
I laughed. "Well, he doesn't feel broken, and he likes where he is just fine, thank you (Actually he loved where he was... <Grin>). When I move him, it just feels good." The fresh air from the window was having a good affect on me though. I felt great when I woke up, but now I seemed to be able to think more clearly. "So that was the delicious aroma I smelled. Hmmm. Carol Anne, I don't recall actually being able to smell you last time; I just reacted to the pheromones. I've been able to smell Princess since yesterday, and it is a very nice perfume. Last night while we watched the kids sleep, I got a good nose full of all of you. I remember thinking how good you all smelled, and that while similar, it was also distinct.
"Then when we started fooling around -- again it wasn't just Princess -- I recognized her smell, but yours and Muffin's too. The three seemed to combine or blend into one wonderful aroma. As a matter of fact, that absolutely delicious smell is the very last thing I remember clearly. Right now, you and Muffin are extra horny, which by definition means you're producing those pheromones... Oo-oh Princess, you feel so goo-ood!... C-Could it be that as part of the female strategy to keep a male loyal during pregnancy so he's there for child rearing that you produce elevated levels of the pheromone then, too?"
Riekie, though distracted by the gentle stimulation of a rather hard penis slithering in and out of her pussy, put her formidable mind to work and answered me. "Mmmm! Goo-ood! Y-you're distracting me! Yes, David. That makes perfect sense for the primordial humans before monogamy or family units were established. The development of such a basic biological strategy may actually have been what created the nuclear family. H-Having a female who is receptive right up almost to the point of birth has long been considered the basis of human society. If that's the case, and based on what happened here last night, I see no reason to disagree. Seems like you got hit by a triple whammy. Ooooo! Do that again! <Giggle>."
Diane nodded her head then asked. "I don't have the education you two do, but I still have a question. The triple whammy obviously affected David, but what about us? We were just as wild as him."
Carol, returned from the window and covering us with a comforter from the pile of bedclothes on the floor tried to answer that one. "Mom said David also produces a pheromone to attract us, and its production goes way up when his female is in heat. If he was exposed to three females, then his pheromone emission must have been phenomenal too. And I did notice that David's natural musk last night was stronger. I love it anyway, but I really loved it last night. That's the scent we pick up on his clothes. Remember that football jersey, Princess? You said you could smell David on it for years."
Riekie frowned in concentration. I don't know how she did it. The action below our waists was getting rather intense on both sides, and we were both breathing a little heavily. "Of-Of course! And I'm wondering something else. <Pant> Oooo! David that feels so-o-o goo-ood! <Pant, Gasp> D-David, you said the three sc-scents blended into one d-delicious scent just about the t-time you started to go b-blank, right? <Gasp> OOOO! So goo-oo-ood!"
I was starting to loose my own concentration. "Y-yes, H-Hon. Th-that's what I s-said. W-why? UH! UH!"
"I-I d-don't kn-know if it's p-possible <GASP!> OGOD! OGOD! B-but, I-I th-think mixing those ph-ph-pheromones m-may h-have <GASP!>OOOOOO! UH!UH! m-m-m-made th-them even m-m-more p-p-otent! <Pant> OGOD! DAVID! JUST DO ME! OH! OH!"
I had almost lost the thread anyway. I picked up the pace of my thrusting into Riekie's clutching, grasping tunnel. Diane, lying across us, was getting a rough ride, but seemed disinclined to move, her gaze fixed solidly on us. I felt Carol snuggle closer into my back in the spoon. We all went for the ride. It wasn't very long before I felt the impending climax approach as my balls tightened against my penis and Riekie's muscles clamped tighter around my member. She gasped and moaned.
"YES! YES! OGOD! ODOD! UUUNNNHHH!"
Still gazing into each other's eyes, I lunged once, twice, three times, and felt the explosion well up from deep within. Riekie's hips convulsed and spasmed against me. On the fourth hard thrust into her seething depths, my cock erupted with squirt after squirt after squirt of thick, creamy baby batter, and Riekie's muscles clamped down hard, milking every drop of sperm from the tip of my spitting rod. We came together in a rush of sensations.
Riekie yelled her satisfaction then screamed. "YES! YES! DAV-VID! YES! I'M THERE! YES! DAAAAAAVVVVIIIIIIIIIIIIDDD!!"
Riekie's body shuddered and shook in my arms, her pussy sucking me dry as her own secretions soaked my genitalia. Our motions gradually slowed. We kissed a tender lover's kiss. I withdrew my still hard penis from her sopping pussy with an audible sucking sound. I was still hard, but oh God! Did I have to piss!
Diane leaned down and kissed us both. "Thanks for the ride, guys! That was hot! I came just from watching you. I never had to touch myself at all!"
I could still feel Carol humping against my back, and felt wetness on my butt as she shuddered. She came, too, and squirted all over me. Obviously we were still somewhat under the influence of the pheromones in the room.
I finally had to get up. "OK, My Loves, unless you want a different kind of wet offering from Rascal, you better let me up."
Surround Sound again! "EEEWW! Gross!"
Carol got out of bed first, shivering in the cold air from outside, and ran to the toilet, her own urgent need apparent. Diane clambered off Riekie and me as the next one out. I kissed Riekie quickly and apologized. "Sorry, Sweety, I gotta go NOW."
Riekie quickly followed me to the bathroom. Carol claimed dibs on the toilet again and was just finishing as I arrived. Despite our concern over the combined effect of pheromones, the mood in the bathroom was happy and light. Three warm female hands guided my morning erection as I released my stream, and, to everyone's delight, the erection did follow the urine down the drain. Whatever happened during the night obviously didn't have any lasting or deleterious effect. No broken Rascal today!
Diane got the shower running, and we all stepped in. I spent a great deal of time and effort gently cleaning three nubile bodies. Their pussies were the messiest I had ever seen them. It appeared there wasn't a square inch of anyone's body that wasn't coated or encrusted with dried fluids from our wild night. I got their favourite apple-scented shampoo and washed each of my lady's hair thoroughly, giving each a deep scalp massage. All three were simpering and cooing by the time I rinsed them out.
To have three beautiful, nude nymphs wash and cleanse one's body is a delight that once savoured easily becomes addictive. They cleaned every inch of me. Their attention to my now shriveled member was almost worshipful but that poor appendage had finally succumbed to the rigours of the night, and couldn't be coaxed up to play. I felt so drained after this last encounter with Riekie I thought it might be days before I recovered. My wives returned the favour and washed my hair, giving a six-handed scalp massage that nearly had me passing out in pleasure.
At length, with the hot water starting to run out, we stepped out and toweled each other in pairs. It was the beginning of Riekie's private day, so she was with me, and was simply melting when I completed the delightful task. I noticed Diane and Carol managed to treat each other similarly. Riekie enveloped me with love and warmth when she toweled me off. Man! The love from that woman!
Despite the cool air drawn in from the bedroom by the exhaust fan, we took our time finishing our morning ablutions. We brushed our teeth and the ladies dried their hair before we padded into the chilled bedroom to dress. We should have been half frozen from the cold air of early morning in January coming in the open window, especially after a shower, but somehow we found it invigorating, probably from our bodies unloading the overdose of pheromones.
Dressed, we headed for the kids' room, but they were already up and gone. We found them in the kitchen happily munching on cereal. Rhiannon had taken charge and fixed them up with breakfast. They made a little mess, but nothing untoward. When we came in, we were swarmed by happy children. Once the kids had their morning hugs and kisses, the girls started to prepare breakfast for the adults. First things first, Diane turned on the big coffee maker. While they performed their kitchen magic, I went down and built up the fire in the furnace. By the time I was finished raking ashes and getting a good blaze going, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, toast and bacon filtered down to me.
I rejoined my family just as the girls started the eggs. I got myself a coffee and took my place at the table with the kids. Today was the first day in our own home together as our complete family without other people around. The house felt a little empty at first, but it was also a wonderful feeling to know that we were a family, eating out first meal together, alone, as one.
Over breakfast we finished our discussion about the strange pheromone effect. None of the ladies complained, and I certainly couldn't -- the marvelous feeling of satiation in my loins testament to that. The wonderful glow of satisfaction enveloping my wives also testified to the fun we'd had. Riekie simply glowed. She hadn't seen stars yet, but she was happy. Carol and Diane giggled and said they were just a little sore, but otherwise felt great. All three, but Riekie in particular said they might have to wear panties today with a sanitary pad until their overflow subsided... They teased me gently when I pulled a long face at their treasures being hidden away from me.
Despite our late night because of the party and our subsequent all night activity, we were up relatively early. We had a New Year feast planned for all the family who could attend. Val and Heather were invited, but they had to attend at their own in-laws for the day. Once breakfast was cleared away, we started preparing for the big dinner. Once again I drew the job of preparing the stuffing for the turkey.
Diane and Carol were going to Mom and Dad's later to help bring Judy up to date. Because Judy had isolated herself while she dealt in her own way with the abuse issue, she knew virtually nothing, and few of the people involved. They were taking the kids with them, leaving Riekie and me on our own with Ahab the cat.
We wanted to go too, but First Wife put her foot down. "You guys NEED this private time. I don't care if you just sit there and stare at each other like a couple lovelorn teenagers like you used to, or not. This is YOUR time, and by the Goddess, you gonna get it. If after an hour or so you're bored with each other then come over, but I somehow doubt you two will ever get bored."
Damn! I like Carol as First Wife! She's showing a side of her I like — assertive but loving and compassionate. She's also demonstrated an ability to think on her feet. Actually, I noticed that all my wives have that capability. I felt like one lucky man.
There was still quite a bit to be done before Carol and Diane left. They had no idea how long they'd be, so wanted to have everything ready. Riekie and I shooed them out. We said we could still have our time together while we prepared the turkey and all the other little things that needed doing. Mom was bringing the salads and Pie and Jo were looking after dessert, so what was there for us to do except dress the turkey, get it in the oven at the right time and have the veggies ready to go?
Carol and Diane bundled up the kids and walked over to my parents' house. Riekie and I watched them across the lane, then got about our own chores. I brought the turkey up from the cold room and made sure it had completely thawed before stuffing it. Riekie brought our wet bed linen down and started it going through the wash. Just the two of us, and we had domestic bliss.
Carol was right. Riekie and I were never bored with each other's company. Once we got the chores out of the way, we were quite content to sit across from each other at the kitchen table drinking coffee and holding hands. Long minutes passed just staring into each other's eyes, like Carol said, but we spent many more long minutes just talking. Many years before, Riekie and I had discovered we had very much in common -- interests and tastes. With almost twenty tears to catch up on, we had lots to talk about — the books we'd read, movies we'd seen — you name it. It felt so good to be reconnecting with my beautiful blonde goddess the time simply flew by.
At some point, at one or the other's suggestion, we decided to go for a walk. The turkey was stuffed and ready. I preheated the oven and slipped the roast pan in. It should be done by five, leaving us lots of time for our walk. Riekie had brought proper winter clothing (Who lives in Winterpeg without having winter gear?), and quickly changed. I hadn't seen her in anything other than a skirt or dress in twenty years. Seeing that wonderful lower body showcased in a pair of snug, form fitting jeans was to die for.
It was a bright, crisp day, but not bitterly cold. The snow was too deep to walk through the fields, so we had to content ourselves with the local roads. We spent a wonderful couple hours, just strolling, holding hands, occasionally with arms wrapped about each other. We developed a little game -- whenever a car approached we would stop and engage in a passionate kiss.
We had fun and we talked. We talked and we had fun. We talked. We laughed. We talked. We laughed. We made silly jokes. We talked. We kissed and cuddled even without the car game. We talked. We played in the snow. We talked. We talked about anything and everything. We had philosophical discussions. We compared notes on favourite Sci Fi authors. We talked about us -- just us and the greater us. We talked about everything under the sun and a lot of things above it.
We talked about her work in Winnipeg and what she'd do now. She said the work had not been as satisfying as she thought it would be, and didn't miss it a bit. There were a few friends in Winnipeg she'd miss, but she would keep in touch. Like Carol, she didn't like the West, but for her, the reasons were different. Carol just said it wasn't her home. Riekie said that too, but she had the same issue I did — the horizon was simply too far away. The part of Ontario we grew up in is rolling hills. The horizon is always as close as the next hilltop. The prairie horizon, like the sea, is miles and miles away. I almost get vertigo when I look across those vast distances, and Riekie said the same thing.
My blonde beauty said she might like to go back into private practice someday, but was in no great hurry. For the near future, she'd like to study the Old Ways with Mom, but first and foremost, she wanted to spend time just being a wife and mother.
A vision of Riekie as 'Susie Homemaker' flashed through my mind, and I loved what I saw — the role actually suited her! Her whole life had been centred on her work until the twins came, and she looked forward to settling down. She gave every spare minute to them, but still felt it wasn't enough, especially when she worked at the university and had a practice that required a certain number of hours working in hospitals. Many nights she didn't get home until close to the kids' bedtime. She said the last few weeks without the pressure of work and spending time with the kids had been immensely satisfying.
Her joy at being home (Ontario and the farm) was immeasurable and almost inexpressible. Riekie claimed that even though she had led a fairly normal (?) life until she first met me, she somehow never felt fully at ease in her family home. Something about her father always kept a tension around that home, and she didn't like it. Then after he raped her, she could never stay in any house where he lived or had lived. She said he even spoiled the cottage for her, although there were enough good memories she might be able to go there someday, but doubted if she'd ever see it again. I told her about Carol and me revisiting it and finding our old barn intact.
Choking on her tears, my blonde lover said. "David, that first day I met Mom and Dad and they accepted Carol Anne and me so completely, I felt right then, that I actually was home, not just our home, but my home, almost as if I'd been born and raised. I've never felt like that anywhere else, except possibly the old cottage because of Oma and Opa. But the farm, this farm became my true home, because My Man and his family made it so. I'm so happy to be here, I can't even describe how good it makes me feel.
"I haven't been in Dad's new house yet, but I bet the minute I walk in, it'll feel like home, too, because two people who love me unconditionally live there, and I am always welcome. I love the old farm house, and it's too bad we've outgrown it, because I'll miss it. There are so many warm memories in those old walls, and not just ours, but those of the generations who lived there before us too. It's a happy house. We'll just have to make sure the new house becomes a happy one too. That's our job. You know Carol Anne feels the same way I do too, eh? And... She hasn't come right out and said anything, but I see it in Muffin, too."
We stopped and I took her into my arms while she cried her happiness at being home, and her sadness at never having felt that way anywhere else. We shared a lingering, soft kiss and moved on.
The more we talked, the deeper in love we fell, if that was at all possible, the private time once again fulfilling its promise. I discovered all over again that she might just be my perfect woman, intelligent, witty, horny and so full of love as to take my breath away. We shared so much in common despite our differences in education and life experience. Being a doctor and an academic she had traveled in some pretty sophisticated company, but she never lost sight of her roots. Of course, I knew that both Carol and Diane were my perfect women as well. From my perspective, in some ways, they were one person occupying three bodies. Each was different, but the sum of their personalities made them one to me. We walked along talking and talking, holding each other tight.
We returned from our walk tired, cold, still talking, and more in love than ever. It seemed like we walked and talked forever, but was actually only a couple hours, maybe less. On the way back, we stopped at Mom and Dad's, just so Riekie could see the new house. Just as she said, Mom and Dad welcomed her like the prodigal, and as she snuggled into me happily, she whispered. "Yup! I was right. How do they do it? The house still smells like a new one, and yet it's a home, and could very easily be mine, just from the way they treat me."
When we got to my folks' house, Diane and Carol were just wrapping up the story of our lives for Jim and Judy with the part about Ben and our wedding just eight days ago. (Was it just a week? With all that went on, amidst the emotional intensity, it seemed like an eternity.). Everyone there, except Jim and Judy, had heard all or most of it except possibly for the full recounting of Ben's last day on earth. Regardless, the girls did such a good job, their audience was rapt, almost spellbound, including the kids. Riekie fidgeted, seeming to be in a little discomfort, as we listened quietly while the girls finished relating our tale. They hadn't intended to tell the whole thing, but after Paul told about him and his wives from the very beginning, Judy realized the strong connection, and prevailed upon My Girls to tell our story.
As Diane and Carol finished, Judy ran to me and gave me a huge hug and a big kiss. "What's that for, Muppet?" I'd listened when Paul called her that last night...
Judy laid her head on my chest. "For finding our Daddy for Muffin and me and for giving us our true family back. David, how did you do it? How did you make Muffin such a beautiful person? I hardly know my own sister, but what I see and hear, I like. She's so... so confident now. And that Carol Anne, she's a beauty. Your story, and my parents' are such love stories, it's almost the stuff of fairy tales."
I laughed. "Muffin's healing wasn't all me, Jude. You made it possible by coming forward with the truth. The rest was TLC and a lot of love just to help Muffin let the real person out. Yes, we've lived a fairy tale sometimes it seems."
Judy looked at Riekie as if seeing her for the first time. "And you're... uh... Riekie? Oh my, you're beautiful! You have a very special man, here, Riekie, don't you girls ever let him go again. I almost couldn't believe the love story Carol Anne told about you people. But Don and Lori said it's true, and both my new mothers said it was. God! I have two mothers! I'm like Muffin; I don't consider that woman who gave birth to us my mother any more. Momma Pie and Momma Jo are my mothers now." I found out later my suspicions that they wouldn't get much sleep last night were true. Paul didn't tell her everything, preferring that their story be told as a chapter in ours, but they did spend the time bonding and for Judy and the aunts to get to know each other.
Riekie did just the right thing. She took Judy in her arms and hugged her. "Well, Muppet, looks like Carol Anne and I have a new sister, too. Welcome to the family. Yes, incredible as it sounds, our story is true. Pie and Jo were a part of it almost from the beginning, as were Mom and Dad. And don't you worry; we're never going to let this wonderful man out of our sight."
After Diane and Carol finished, we visited for a while then Riekie got antsy and wanted to go home. She whispered something in my ear about needing to feed the cat. Honestly, I was a little stupid. Ahab's dish was full when we left. I got her drift after a very hard punch to the arm. Maybe I should start dying my hair blue...
We said our good byes and left. Carol and Diane said they wouldn't be far behind.