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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 15: "Elysian"
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             -*-  Thursday, June 11, 2015  -*-
                -*-  Sandvika, Norway  -*-


   Sitting in the sand next to Amy, I felt so much at ease.
The sky overhead was cloudless and the sun was bright, beaming 
down upon us, while in the distance, rolling, clear-blue waves 
crashed into one another with great force.  The water appeared
to have crystals shimmering in it due to the sun's reflection.
   Surfers with their boards braved the unknown while seagulls
squawked and darted across the sand in a race with the swells.
Sailboats lined the horizon, jet-skis hummed and zipped
through the choppy waters while two women jogged together and
passed by us with a friendly wave and smile.
   "This may not be the island we are so used to," Amy told 
me with a smile, "but it is a fine substitute for now."
   Kalvøya Island was a very popular destination for both
locals and tourists in southeastern Norway.  Located a mere
ten minutes from our home in Sandvika, Kalvøya Island was an
oversized family playground with a nature walk, basketball 
and volleyball courts, soccer fields and a whole slew of 
beaches.  It was situated in _Oslofjord_, an inlet of vast 
water that was part of the Skagerrak strait, which ultimately 
led to the Baltic Sea further down the coast.
   Automobiles were not permitted on Kalvøya, so Amy and I
took the ferryboat from Kadettangen, a peninsula just outside
of Sandvika which housed a small harbor.  We could have opted 
to walk across the pedestrian suspension bridge which
connected Sandvika and Kalvøya, but I figured that would not
be the greatest idea for a woman who was seven months pregnant.
Once we reached the island, the officials were kind enough to
allow us to borrow a motorized golf cart.  All that was needed
was for Amy to flash them that glittering smile of hers.
   I glanced over at my precious wife and grinned at her
myself.  God, she was beautiful.  And oh, how I loved her so.
   Amy wore a maternity dress with printed flower designs and
colors that went all the way down to her ankles.  Her hair
was a glorious rumble of magma-red and cascaded down across
her shoulders magnificently.  Those lilac-soft, sweet lips
tasted like pure bliss and her eyes were as green as a meadow.
Amy also wore a pair of _klompen_, which were wooden clogs
made primarily in the Netherlands which served as a unique
alternative for traditional footwear.  Amy actually thought
these huge, wooden monstrosities were comfortable!
   I closed my eyes and sighed.  Hmmmmm, the ocean and
everything about it was purely intoxicating to me - the beach,
the horizon, the sound of overlapping waves and the rhythm as
they pulsed the shoreline.  Most of all, however, I loved the
smell and the unmistakable feel of the ocean in the air.  It
filled and flooded my senses like a powerful aphrodisiac.
   Amy giggled as a colorful beach ball came bounding our way
and stopped a mere ten feet from her.  A group of kids came
rushing over and apologized for the inconvenience, then took
the ball and went right back to tossing it around like a hot
potato.  Amy continued to look at them and smile even as I
grasped her left hand with my right and squeezed lovingly.
   "That's going to be the kids in our family one day," I
told her.  "Laughing and playing like that, you know."  I
chuckled gently and wryly added, "I wonder how many there
will be once the biblical deluge finally comes to an end?"
   Amy turned and looked my way, her nebulous, effervescent
eyes trained on me.  "The... biblical deluge?"
   I laughed at her tone of voice.  "I have six wives as it
is, and a seventh on the way in Scarlett.  All of you want
to have children.  While we agreed earlier in the year that
each of you are allotted two so our little family does not
become too out of control, I figure some of you will sneak
in three, if not four."  I paused, lost in thought for a
moment.  "18 to 20 children before it's all said and done?"
   "Sounds reasonable."
   I hung my head low and sighed, but did it in a good-natured
way.  How could I possibly survive being the father of upwards
of 20 kids with seven different women?  Think of how many more
extended _get me pregnant_ weeks and months that I would be
forced to go through with each of the women on an individual
basis before the deed was finally done, much the same as I am
doing now with Lindsay.  My hair was turning gray as a result
of it!  Well, if I did not survive the forthcoming onslaught in
future years, at least I would go out with a smile on my face.
   "I think Scarlett wants to get pregnant after Lindsay."
   "She does?" I countered, taken aback.  "Scarlett and I are 
not even getting married until next March."
   "Scarlett wants to be six or seven months pregnant when
she marries you," Amy informed me, quickly piquing my
interest.  "Scarlett knows how much of a major turn-on it was
for you, Jeremy, when you married Pamela when she was deep
into her pregnancy with Piper."  My insides began to tingle
as Amy added, "Scarlett wants to be standing at the altar,
exchanging her vows and promises with you, in a beautiful
bridal gown with a massive baby bump.  Scarlett is convinced
it would make the wedding all the more special for you."
   Again, I laughed, yet shook my head at the same time.
"You keep going on like that, Amy, and you're gonna get me
all hot and bothered on this very public beach with all these
families around us."  Actually, I was not joking!  I felt my
cock pulse and rustle around within my trousers at the mere
idea of marrying a vibrant and pregnant Scarlett next March.
Oh dear God... think of the creative things she and I could
do together on our wedding night!
   "I'm not kidding," Amy insisted, even though I did not
accuse her of such.  "Scarlett told me this herself.  She
wants to be next in line after Lindsay is pregnant."
   "When does Scarlett plan on telling me this herself?"
   Amy shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know.  I think she
is going to wait until Lindsay becomes pregnant."
   "What about Devon?  After Lindsay and Scarlett, Devon
would be the only one left out."
   "Devon is content to wait a year or two," Amy theorized.
"Devon is so close with Krissy, you know, and she takes care
of Kaden a lot for her when Krissy needs a break.  How many
times has Devon watched Kaden so you or Krissy could go and
spend the day out with one of us, or even each other?  Why,
right now Devon is watching Kaden and Piper, I think, so
Krissy and Pamela could go out shopping and have a peaceful
time.  Devon likes filling that role in our relationship.
She will do it for me if I ever ask her, as well as Trish,
and Lindsay and Scarlett in the future too.  Devon loves 
watching after the babies just like Lindsay does."
   "Kristanna is going to want to become pregnant a second
time as well," I offered.
   Amy nodded.  "She has spoken to me about that, too.  I
think Krissy is ready, but doesn't want to press the topic
yet.  We all want Lindsay to become pregnant before anything."
   I decided to change the subject.  Enough talk about these
wild, crazed hellions using my body as a baby-making factory!
Indeed, a _biblical deluge_ was coming.  By the year 2025,
could I be the father of 20 children?...
   "How have you been feeling lately, sweetheart?" I asked
Amy, tenderly rubbing my hand up and down her back.  "You
have seemed a little down and out this week."
   "All those long airline miles can kind of do that to you,"
she countered, obviously referring to our trip from Peru.
Amy caressed her baby bump with both hands and confided, "My
back has really been bothering me this week.  People always
say that the final two months of pregnancy are generally the
hardest and most difficult to deal with.  I believe it."
   "Remember what Scarlett told Pamela when she was going
through her back pain while pregnant?" I asked Amy.  "She
said it is not only the added weight causing the back pain,
but your body naturally releases chemicals that temporarily
loosen your joints to help prepare yourself for delivery.  It
makes you more flexible but weaker, and more prone to pain."
   "Scarlett is like the family physician," Amy grinned.  "I
love having her around!  Scarlett knows my back is bothering
me and says she is going to get me a full-length body pillow
today which should make it easier and more comfortable to
sleep at night."  Amy sighed and fretted, "I sure hope so."
   I grasped her right hand with both of mine and looked deep
into her eyes.  "I know the next couple of weeks are going to
be rough for you, honey, but we are almost at the finish line.
There is a definite light at the end of that tunnel; her name
is Dani Grace."  Amy suddenly became emotional as I added, "I
will be with you for every step of the way and I will do
everything in my power to make you comfortable and at ease."
   "I know you will, Jeremy," Amy whined, dabbing at her
tears.  "I know you will."  She then broke out into laughter.
"I cannot wait until we finally get to meet Dani Grace!  I
want to hug and kiss on her for hours on end, and tell her
how much I love her!  I just cannot wait..."
   Really now, was this the same Amy who showed up on my
island off the coast of Peru some two years ago in June 2013?
Was this the same Amy who was so moody and depressed during
her first couple of weeks on the island that some of the
other ladies actually avoided her?
   Amy was a hurt and lost soul at the time, coming off a
failed marriage that should have never happened in the first
place.  Every other relationship she had ever been in ended
horribly, usually with the other person (be it a man or woman)
having taken extreme advantage of her in a very bad way.
   Amy was wounded and angry when I first met her, and enjoyed
unleashing her frustration out on others (most notably Lindsay
through verbal degradation and extreme sexual domination).
She had a mental disorder which was at the root of her issues,
but even so it was still a very minor piece to the puzzle.
   All Amy needed, as it turned out, was for someone to take
a liking to her, and treat her as an actual human being with
class, dignity and respect.  Her entire outlook on life and
the way she perceived others immediately changed once I
professed my love for her, and then ultimately my desire to
look after and take care of her.  I made my intentions clear -
I wanted to marry Amy and spend the rest of my life with her.
   For the first time in her life, Amy had someone (me) who
looked past that hard, rigid exterior of hers - the _shield_
I used to call it - and saw the tender and sweet, loving
woman hiding inside, afraid to come out because of how others
had wronged her in the past.  Once I was able to coax that
side of Amy out - and forever extinguish the shield - the
other ladies instantly fell in love with her as well.

   And... look at Amy now.

   Two years later, a model and picture-perfect wife, and an
expectant mother-to-be.  I was so incredibly proud of the
strides she had made.  Amy was, believe it or not, the most
even-keeled person in our entire family.  She was very calm
and cerebral, and took great pride in pleasing and doing
things for others (hence her desire to be the family maid).
   Even I could have never imagined two years ago that one
day, Amy would be a mother and I would have every confidence
that her child, or children, would grow up the proper way.  I
really looked forward to watching Amy continue to evolve as
she nurtured and cared for Dani Grace in the coming years.
   "I think Dani Grace had a foot wedged against my rib cage
this morning," Amy complained.  "It was not comfortable at
all.  I was able to lightly tap on it, though, and she seemed
to move her foot away."
   "She is getting restless," I grinned.  "Probably wants to
come out and say hi to her Mommy."  Amy let out a shriek in
response to that.  I found pregnant women and their roller
coaster emotions to be so incredibly adorable.  All it took
was one little comment and a pregnant woman was bawling.
   Amy began to giggle again, wiping away her tears, as I
brought her into my arms and embraced her warmly.
   "It was not comfortable, as I said, but I kind of liked
it to be honest," Amy admitted.
   "What's that?"
   "Her foot pressing against my rib cage," she answered.  "It
was a reminder that I have a little peanut inside of me, you
know, and everything I have been through - and everything I
will go through these next two months - is well worth it.
The first few months were not easy either, remember.  I had a
lot of trouble sleeping the first two or three months, and I
remember being sick A LOT."
   I placed my hand upon Amy's knee and patted it several
times in succession.  "What did you say a couple of weeks
ago?  Sometimes it feels like a bag of snakes is in your
stomach?"  I chuckled at the idea, and the image it gave.
   "It does!" Amy insisted, giggling herself.  "Whenever
Dani Grace punches or jabs, or kicks, it feels like there is
bag of snakes in my belly!  I swear to you too, those snakes
have ears, Jeremy!  Every time there is a loud noise, it's
like Dani Grace gets startled and starts kicking!"
   "Oh, you're priceless," I offered, drawing my lips to
Amy's forehead and kissing her gently.  "You're so beautiful,
too."  The swirls of Amy's hair whipped about in the wind as
we lounged on the beach, the bright sunlight magnifying her
lovely features even more.  I rubbed her baby bump and ended,
"You are more beautiful now than you ever have been before."
   "Thank you, Jeremy," Amy swooned.
   "My pleasure, sweetheart."
   "Dani Grace can hear every word we say," Amy insisted.
"Don't you know that, Jeremy?  That is why one reason why
babies respond so favorably to their mother and her voice."
   "I wonder what little Dani Grace thought last week, on the
island, when you were spanking Lindsay and telling her how
she was such a naughty, bad girl."
   Amy flushed red with embarrassment, then gave a timid
smile.  "Dani Grace can't understand what we say, at least?"
   I laughed.  "Let's hope not!"

                           * * *

   I handed a bottle of drinking water to Amy and accepted a
strawberry smoothie from the beverage stand vendor here on
Kalvøya Island in exchange for swiping my credit card.
   "Hmmmmm, this hits the spot," Amy nodded, going in for a
second sip.  "I only wish the doctor allowed me to have my
coffee, but she won't since I am pregnant."
   "That is strange," I mused, "because Pamela's doctor said
that she was allowed one cup per day while pregnant as long 
as she did not have any other caffeine whatsoever."
   Amy gave me a look, but relented.  "Oh, it's okay, I guess.  
I have survived seven months without drinking my coffee.  I 
suppose I can last two more until Dani Grace is born."
   I sipped my smoothie and Amy took little swigs of her
bottled water as we casually strolled back out to our loaner
golf cart.  Amy exhaled a deep breath and smiled at all of
the many families around us.  There were so many little kids
making their _little kid noises_.  Several people had a smile
and/or warm greeting for Amy herself.  What was there not to
like about a ravishing red-head who was getting ready to pop?
   "How much longer do you want to stay here?"
   "I don't know," was my honest response.  "I was going to 
kind of leave that up to you, honey.  Remember, I have a 
little villa that I own here on the island, too.  We can 
stop there and enjoy some air conditioning if you would like
to get out of the sun for awhile."
   "When was the last time you were there?"
   "About a month ago with Trish," I said.  "There is still 
some snacks and whatnot in the freezer, I'm sure."
   Amy weighed her options for a brief moment.  "Your little
villa house sounds good... I think I would like to lay down 
and relax for a bit if that's okay."
   "Of course."  I held her hand as she settled down into 
the passenger seat of the little golf cart.  When I went 
around to the other side and started its engine, Amy looked
at me quizzically.
   "How have YOU been doing lately, Jeremy?" she wondered.
"Krissy loves Kaden, he's a handful for her.  Pamela loves
Piper, she's a handful as well.  I cannot wait for little
Dani Grace.  Trish is pregnant now too, and we all expect
Lindsay to tell us any day that she is expecting as well."
   "But you, Jeremy," Amy continued.  "You're going to be
the father of three children born within a 12 month time
span.  Trish has her baby, Lindsay hopefully has hers and
if you get Scarlett pregnant like she hopes, that's gonna
be six children for you in a two year period."
   I took a deep breath as I puttered the golf cart along
the gravel road.  "It is a little overwhelming, I have to
admit.  I sometimes wonder how I'm going to be able to
distribute my time amongst all these kids we are going to
have, and be a good enough father for them."
   "You do a great job dividing time up for all of us - your
wives - and making each one of us feel individual and unique,"
Amy insisted.  "Just do the same for your children."
   "It's a little different," I told her.  "Actually, a lot.
You girls signed up for this relationship and marriage, and
knew what you were getting yourselves into.  I cannot be seven
different places with seven different women at the same time.
I wish I could.  I wish I could spend a lot more time with you
than I actually do, Amy.  I wish I could spend more time with
Kristanna, Pamela... and so on."
   "We understand that you can't, though, and all of us are
fine with it," Amy retorted.  "We are a team, remember?
While you took Scarlett out yesterday and then spent the
afternoon in bed with her, I was out having a GREAT time with
Devon and Trish.  They took me shopping for more maternity
clothes!  I may have a husband in you, but I also have five
wives in Krissy, Devon, Pamela, Trish and Lindsay, and a 
smoking-hot girlfriend in Scarlett.  If you're occupied on a
certain day, Jeremy, there is always someone else for me to 
spend time and have fun with.  And vice versa."
   "But you only have one father," I countered.  "If we have 
20 kids running around the house within ten years..."  I 
paused, then shrugged my shoulders in bewilderment.  "I don't
know, Amy.  I don't know.  How could I be a good enough 
father if I have to divide my time between what amounts to
nearly an entire boy and girl scout troop?  Children are not 
going to be happy having their father's undivided attention 
for one or two days each week, like you and the others are,
like Krissy, like Pamela and so forth."
   Amy frowned.  "I suppose you have a point.  Maybe we can 
sit down as a family and talk about this together?  I mean, 
all the girls want to have their babies.  But have we really
thought about and discussed what type of strain having this
biblical deluge of children, as you called it, would have on
you?  Maybe we should limit ourselves to one child each?"
   "No," I told her, defiant.  "I'm not going to ask any of 
you to limit yourselves to just one child.  That would not 
be fair.  I could never do that."
   Amy reached out and grasped my wrist.  "I would be happy 
with Dani Grace as my only child, Jeremy.  I would, I swear.
I just want to have her.  With everything that I have been
through in my life - all the pain and heartache I have 
endured - I just want to give birth to Dani Grace and raise 
her the best way possible.  I got my tubes tied at a very 
young age, which was stupid, then I had that surgery which 
tried reversing it last September.  It was not guaranteed; I 
had like a 30 percent chance that I could even possibly 
conceive a baby, let alone actually do it.  We tried and 
tried for me to become pregnant, you and I, but I almost gave 
up hope.  I thought for sure I would never be a mother."  Amy
smiled and purred, "Then the doctor said I was pregnant..."
   "I also think Pamela would be perfectly fine and content
with Piper as her only child," Amy kept going.  "Pamela went
through that nasty round of Postpartum Depression, you know,
and does not want to run the risk of it happening again."
   "Yet then there is Krissy and Lindsay, for example, who
have both dreamed of having four or five kids," I grumbled
in response.  "How can I take that away from them?  We
already got the cap, so to speak, on two babies per wife."
   "Don't you think Lindsay feels some sort of motherly
connection with Kaden and Piper?" Amy asked me.  "We are
all married, Jeremy.  We are a family.  Look how often
Lindsay watches after Kaden and Piper.  Look how Lindsay's
face just LIGHTS UP like a Christmas tree whenever she sees
either of them.  Devon watches them too, Scarlett, Trish...
everyone.  All of us LOVE Kaden and Piper as if they were
our very own.  Krissy loves Piper.  Pamela loves Kaden."
   Amy nodded her head and kept talking, "Maybe that's the
thing.  Each of us have one child apiece, maybe one or two
have two, and we keep the number somewhat under control.
Dani Grace may technically be my daughter, but I know that
everyone is going to have a say in raising her.  I will have
a say in how Kaden and Piper are raised.  I already do.  We
are a family, Jeremy.  That's what families do."
   "Krissy and Lindsay do not need five kids apiece," Amy
surmised, "because they will already be mothers - in a way -
to every child in the family.  I think a number between seven
and ten sounds ideal, actually.  It would surely lessen the
load and the burden on you, Jeremy."  Amy nodded her head one
more time.  "Yeah!  Let's sit down and talk about it as a
family one night soon, okay?"

                           * * *

   "Women like flowers."
   "Lindsay is not exactly your traditional type of girl," I
reminded Amy.
   "Then get her a candy bar."
   "Really?"
   "Buy her a _Milky Way_ and a _Mountain Dew_," was Amy's 
suggestion.  "You can't lose."
   I stifled a laugh.  "Noted.  I think from now on, I will 
come to you for any and all gift-giving advice."
   "Well, duh."
   Amy and I were lounging in the quaint, little cottage that
I owned here on Kalvøya Island.  The villa was not large at
all - it was the size of a studio apartment, at best, and
was situated in a small residential district of the island.
I was sitting on the sofa and Amy was stretched out to my
side, barefoot with her legs draped over my lap.  Of course,
I was giving her a thorough foot massage at the same time.
   "What's that look for?"
   Amy blinked.  "What look?"
   "That far, far, far away in dreamland thing you got going
on over there."
   Amy shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs.  "Groceries.
Making a mental list."
   I smirked.  "Must be some pretty awesome groceries."
   "They are.  Most definitely."
   "Can't you just admit that whenever I give you a foot
massage, your defenses go weak and you turn to silly putty?"
   Amy giggled.  "I turn to silly putty?"  She grinned and
nodded her head.  "Okay, okay... I admit, I like it."
   Amy slowly sat up and swung her legs so both feet were on
the floor, but then hooked one around my knee and lower calf 
as I sat next to her.  She reached out and touched my face, 
her eyes fixated on me.  I easily picked up the scent of 
citrus and honey, which suddenly had my heart pounding and 
my head spinning.  Amy was so many wonderful things, and 
intoxicating definitely ranked high on the list.
   I held Amy's gaze and glided my hands gently up her arms
and shoulders, across her collarbone to her neck, until I 
cradled her face in my hands.  Amy initiated the contact; she
moved in closer and pressed her lips to mine for a kiss.
   Amy's mouth was warm, wonderful and inviting.  I angled 
my head for better access and then pressed deeper into her
mouth.  Amy let out an audible sigh as our lips and tongues
danced with sizzling abandon.  She squished her breasts upon
me and my hand was massaging her baby bump (naturally).  Amy
actually sucked on my bottom lip and swiped at it within her
mouth, sending hot pangs of desire shooting all throughout me.
   With my opposite hand, I placed it upon Amy's backside and
pulled her even tighter toward me.  My breathing came in deep
rasps once our kiss had finally reached its conclusion.  There
was only one direction we could go from here.
   "Take off all of your clothes," I said, the tone of my 
voice much more a demand than it was a request.  "Everything."
After all, Amy and I had a little Dominant-and-submissive 
facet to our personal relationship.  I refused to be overly 
aggressive and physical with her from the very moment that I
learned she was pregnant, of course, but that did not mean I 
could not guide her verbally and do it with a firm hand.
   Amy did not hesitate whatsoever.  She loosened her pretty,
full-length maternity dress.  I sat back and idly watched as
she then slid the garment downward and those luscious breasts,
concealed by a silky white bra, came into view.  I placed my
hand upon her hip and helped nudge her upward until she was
able to get the dress past her waistline and thighs, then 
kick it off completely.  Amy actually stood up and hooked 
both thumbs into her panties, only to reveal a thin stripe of
red pubic hair.  At the same time, I disposed of her bra.
   Amy had suddenly become quite timid and quiet, yet very
alert and responsive.  She was a natural submissive.
   "Now go over to the bed and lie down on it," I instructed
her.  She nodded her head at me, but I again decided to hold
her hand as I escorted her over to it.
   Amy's bare ass and back pressed onto the mattress as she
sat down gingerly and then reclined upon it.  I had a sudden
hunger which would only be taken care of by the taste of one,
specific meal; clearly the tastiest meal in the universe.
   Getting down on my knees, I parted Amy's thighs and flicked
my tongue over and across her nether lips.  I swiped and
dabbed away as I undid each button on my shirt, one by one.
Soon, I began to feverishly work on her clitoris.
   I had Amy moaning and whimpering within mere seconds.  It
certainly helped that ever since she became pregnant, even
the slightest touch could send her flying with passion.  Amy
was overly rambunctious and, needless to say, more than a bit
horny.  The Germans believed that all red-heads had three 
times as powerful of a sex drive than all other women did.  
Whether true or not, Amy was positive proof for it.
   The trick I had found with Amy when performing oral sex
on her was to keep up the same motion and rhythm until her
reaction evened out.  Then, it was time to change things up.
   Amy's appreciation for my efforts sounded like a chorus
of angels singing within my ears.  The way she worked her
feet against my neck and back sent my mind into a dizzying
haze of total arousal.  I slid a single finger into her 
silky entrance as I worked on the remainder of my clothing 
with my other hand.  Amy actually giggled as I gently bit
and teased her little pearl.  My pleasure was multiplying by
the second, her inner thighs rubbing and caressing my face.
   I slipped a second finger inside as Amy quivered against
the soft mattress.  Her fingers curled up in my hair, pulling
me harder into her valley.  I gave her the tongue lashing of
an absolute lifetime.  She responded in kind and Amy braced
herself, smashing her fists upon the bed and holding them
there.  Thus, I knew that her breaking point was here.
   Amy's entire body rippled with passionate energy as she
let out one final cry.  I kept lapping away, luxuriating in
the sense of her overload.  She clamped her thighs around 
my head, her hands buried within my hair to press my mouth
tightly upon her pussy.  Amy bounced and vibrated beneath 
me as her hips and legs swung from side to side.  She seemed
to lose control of her own body due to the immense pleasure.
   In the aftermath, Amy gasped in utter satisfaction and 
settled even deeper into the bed, cupping and squeezing her 
breasts with both hands, her dewy, Eden-green eyes full of 
love and devotion, and fixated squarely on me.
   "That was... I cannot even think of a word," Amy gushed,
still in recovery mode.  "That required... it required... a
_greater than_ symbol from math class."
   "Were you good at math?"
   "I don't even know.  My brain is too scrambled to even
think straight now."  I slid in beside Amy upon the bed and,
grinning broadly, kissed her.  "What?" she asked.
   "Just thinking how content I am right now in this moment,
alone with you."  Amy sighed at my words as I added, "Well,
you and Dani Grace."  I traced my finger along the bulge of
her belly.  "God, Amy... you look radiant."
   "I certainly don't FEEL radiant!" she deadpanned.  "Most
of the time I don't, at least."
   "Trust me, honey... you are."  I captured Amy's mouth in a
kiss that took no time to ignite our mutual flame yet again.
   All of a sudden, however, Amy grasped my wrists and pulled
away, halting our kiss.  "Wait, wait, wait," she insisted.
   Concerned, I stared down at her.  "Are you okay?"  Oh God,
was Amy going into early contractions?  It wasn't time yet!
   "I just..."
   "What is it?"
   "I'm just... I'm just... so happy."
   I smiled at her, but breathed a tremendous sigh of relief
on the inside.  The last thing that I wanted was for there to
be another complication with Amy's pregnancy.  I could not
wait to meet my little daughter, indeed, but I did not want
to see her at all before these next two months were up.  I
wanted Mother Nature to take its course and for us to have a
perfectly healthy child.
   "You have no idea how happy I am right now," Amy offered,
again becoming emotional.  "Not just here with you, Jeremy,
but my entire life.  OUR life."  She turned away from me for
a second, but I guided her chin back so our gazes were right
in line yet again.  Amy had tears in her eyes.
   "Look at the background that I have," Amy mewed.  "I never
had any brothers or sisters; I grew up alone.  I could cook 
and take care of myself by the time I was eight or nine years
old.  My parents never wanted anything to do with me; they 
even told me that I was a mistake, and I should have never 
been born.  Mom said they almost gave me up for adoption."
   "All of the horrible relationships I was in as I became 
older and independent," she pressed forward.  "I once had a
boyfriend, Jeremy, who rented me out to others for sex.  He
RENTED ME OUT.  That was how we made enough money to survive
and pay the rent, pay bills each month."
   "I know, honey," I whispered, kissing her on the forehead
for emphasis.  "I know.  Shhhhh.  You've told me before.  But 
all of that... it's in the past now."
   "I owe everything to y-you," Amy trembled, starting to cry
now.  "I... I think about th-this a lot, but I d-don't know 
if I have ever r-really mentioned it to y-you."  I held her 
warmly, compassionately, as she continued, "I was so lost, so
an-angry... for s-so many ye-years.  I was m-m-mad at th-the
world, and con-convinced that everyone was out to... get me."
   Amy glanced downward - toward her baby bump - and the tears
really began to flow.  "Oh God, J-Jeremy... I'm going to be a
mother!  I... I'm going to be mother!  I never thought..."
   "Settle down," I insisted, trying to soothe her.  "Settle 
down, sweetheart, and relax."  I brushed the hair from Amy's 
forehead tenderly.  She looked both incredibly beautiful and
vulnerable, and that combination was something very powerful.
   "Hey, look at me," I told her.  When Amy's eyes again 
settled on mine, I smiled at her.  "Stop dwelling on the 
past.  Look at me, will you?  I lived on a deserted island 
for 16 years with very minimal contact from the outside 
world.  I certainly do not let that affect me nowadays."
   Amy actually giggled.  "You and I have a fucked-up past, 
Jeremy.  Pamela too, I guess."
   I chuckled as well.  "That's why we go so well together."
   "Let me show you something."  Amy picked up my right hand
and kissed its palm before placing it over her heart.  "Do 
you feel that, Jeremy?  That's you."
   "That's me," I repeated, as if I was telling myself.  Did 
Amy just insinuate that _I_ am the reason her heart beats?
Wow... what a nice compliment from such an amazing woman.
   "YOU make me feel loved, Jeremy.  The other girls make me
feel loved."  Amy seemed to take a moment to revel in that 
thought.  "I... I'm so lucky.  I'm so... fortunate.  I never
imagined... that life could be... this good."
   "You've certainly made my life better, sweetheart."
   Amy glanced all around the little villa, then focused back
on me.  "I kind of like it here; it's romantic," she swooned.
"Do you think... we could stay here a little longer than 
expected?  Just you and me?  Maybe... spend the night?"
   "You want to spend the night in this tiny little house?"
   "With you I do," she answered resolutely.  "Do you think 
the others would mind at all?"
   I shook my head in response.  "We tell them that we are
having a nice day alone together and want to extend it until
the morning?  No one will have any issues with that."
   Amy sat up in bed as if she suddenly had the energy of a
hundred eager squirrels.  And her expression conveyed that.
"Does that mean we can spend the night here?  You and I?"
   "If the others agree to it, which they will, yes."
   Amy maneuvered herself onto my lap and hooked her arms
around my neck, then placed the side of her face upon my
shoulder and literally began to purr like a kitten.  I slid
an arm around her waist and squeezed tenderly.
   "I love you, Jeremy," Amy proclaimed, shifting about and
now gazing up at me.  "I love you so much."  She found my 
mouth with her own and together we danced in the luxury the 
kiss provided.  "You know what else I love?" she murmured.  
"Kissing you like this."  Amy pulled me closer with her 
embrace.  "For as long as I want.  And whenever I want."
   "Oh, I love you too, baby," I assured her, as our lips
met once more and my hands drifted over those magnificent 
breasts and fondled them thoroughly.  
   It seemed as if this was going to be a day (and night) 
that I would not soon forget.  That was quickly becoming a 
recurring theme for me.  I saw all six of my wives daily (and 
the one fiancee too) and spent plenty of time with them, but 
I was getting into the routine of focusing on a different one
with each new day that came along.  
   Yesterday, it was Scarlett.  A few days back?  Trish, and 
then Trish and Lindsay together later that evening.  Today, 
obviously Amy.  So... which lady would tomorrow bring?
   And Amy thought she was the lucky one?...



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