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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 07: "Idyllic"
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-*- Monday, June 1, 2015 -*-
Foamy seawater burst in small explosions around my bare
feet as I strode through the surf. A breeze swept through
my hair and cooled my otherwise sunburned face. My eyes
were glued to the ground, where sea and sand met.
There was nothing here, I said inwardly. Just busted-up
pieces of mussel shells. Then, I saw something - a blue and
white seashell glowing in the sand just a few feet away. It
was perfectly formed, with shallow ridges all around. That
would be a fine addition to my ever-growing collection!
But when a small wave tumbled in, the shell disappeared
from sight. Undaunted, I lunged through the water and bent
down at the spot where the shell was. Miraculously still
there, I began to close my fingers around it.
"Watch out!" came a voice from behind me.
But it was too late. A runaway surfboard banged hard into
my shin and knocked me completely off balance. I fell down
in the water and lost my grip on the seashell, which gently
floated out to sea and then vanished beneath the surface.
Good luck finding it now, right?
"I'm sorry, Jeremy!" came that same, concerned voice.
I ignored the slender, feminine hand that soon offered to
help me to my feet. Upset at the sudden pain in my lower
leg, I sprung up myself and snapped at Kristanna, "Why don't
you have your safety leash on your board?"
Obviously feeling guilty, Kristanna raised one foot and
pointed to a broken, fettered black cord around her ankle.
"I guess I need to get a new leash. I'm sorry, Jeremy..."
"It's okay," I mumbled in response, accepting her apology.
How could I be angry at this amazing woman for more than a
second or two? My wife clearly did nothing wrong on purpose.
"Krissy!" Pamela screeched from about 30 feet out in the
water, laying frontside-down on her own surfboard and happily
paddling about as if she did not have a care in the world.
Pamela even got a humorous, somewhat goofy expression upon
her face as she tilted her head from side-to-side in a
repeated motion, adding, "Krissyyyyyy! Get back out here!"
"Hold on a minute, baby," Kristanna told Pamela, glancing
back over her shoulder at her, before returning her focus to
me. She offered me the sexiest little pout I had ever seen,
then sadly mewed, "Are you sure you're okay, Jeremy?"
"KRISSYYYYYY!" Pamela wailed out, clearly wanting her to
come back out and resume the surfing lesson she was providing
for her. I figured Pamela must not have witnessed that board
cruelly smack me in the shin a short time ago. Otherwise,
she would have been right over here, checking on me.
"I'll live," I told Kristanna, before pointing out beyond
her. "Now go. Go, woman." I smiled and added, "Go before
that loud, banshee cry of Pamela's awakens any dead island
spirits in the area!"
"Wow," Kristanna chuckled, her lips suddenly curled into
a massive, toothy grin. "That loud, banshee cry? Wow." She
hesitated for a brief moment, but then quickly advised me,
"I'm going to tell Pamela you said that about her!"
"Oh, I'm sure you will," I reciprocated with a smile of my
own, as Kristanna dove onto her surfboard and made her way
out to Pamela. The two ladies were lost in a private and
quiet talk, but they still managed to look my way and giggle
regardless. An instant later, it came.
"JEREMY!" Pamela roared at me, stifling a laugh at the
same time. Oh, I loved the playfulness of our marriage...
In my humble opinion, at least, there was no place on
Earth quite like the romantic, little sun-drenched island
that I owned (and once lived on for 16 years) in the middle
of the Pacific Ocean. Here one could find palm-fringed blue
lagoons, lush rainforests, cascading waterfalls, soaring
summits, a live volcano and beaches of nearly every hue -
gold, red, black and even green.
Too gorgeous to be real, this stretch along the southern
coast was one of the island's postcard-perfect beaches - a
mile of golden sand as soft as powdered sugar bordering
translucent turquoise waters. The waves here were moderate
and excellent for swimming, snorkeling and, of course,
surfing. A tiny offshore islet completed the picture,
serving as both a scenic backdrop and a bird sanctuary.
We were in the middle of our 10-day vacation which
offered our family the opportunity to return to the roots of
our relationship - this island - and revel in not only its
sheer beauty and remarkable grandeur, but also the many,
joyous memories we had here.
I had chosen to devote this particular afternoon and
evening to (in my eyes, at least) the two most unique and
captivating women in the whole, wide world, Kristanna and
Pamela. Oh, please do not misinterpret what I say here.
My other four wives - Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy, as
well as my fiancee (Scarlett) were all incredibly special and
unique in their own right. They all meant everything to me.
Kristanna and Pamela, though, were on their own plateau.
They had their own stratosphere in my book. What more could
I possibly ask for than spending the entire day exploring the
island and dabbling in its countless treasures with Kristanna
and Pamela by my side for every step of the way?
Still holding my shin, I looked out at _Frick and Frack_
(an odd, yet funny nickname I gave them long ago) as they now
seemed too involved with each other to remember that I was
with them as well. It was okay, really. Kristanna had
earlier volunteered to give Pamela, a total novice, a few
surfing lessons here at the beach. Their happy smiles and
squeals of glee were incredibly touching and heartwarming,
and helped me temporarily forget the massive struggles our
family had been through in recent times (Trish's father
passing and Amy's subsequent hospitalization).
Pamela tried to stand on her surfboard in the open water,
but she clumsily tumbled over like a house of cards falling
down, and made a big splash. When she re-surfaced, her and
Kristanna shared a hearty giggle and even hugged each other.
Indeed, I had faith that our group would pull through this
rough stretch and come out even stronger in the long run.
Moments like this only helped reinforce my beliefs.
I noticed that off to the side, near the edge of the beach
in an area which featured lava-rock tide pools, a group of
green sea turtles were basking in the sand, while others were
bobbing about in the clear water. In recent years, green sea
turtles had become an endangered species, and as a result,
were protected globally. I was happy that for at least this
particular group, the island offered them a safe and peaceful
refuge just as it had done for our family.
"Hey you!" Pamela greeted, drawing my attention away from
the wildlife, as she paddled her way up to me on her surfboard
and pecked my lips with a kiss. Then, just as quickly, Pamela
turned around and went right back out to Kristanna. When both
soon looked back at me and waved, my heart literally melted.
What had I done to deserve such a charmed life?
* * *
I smelled the sweet fragrance of plumeria and listened to
the wind rustle around us as I drove my trusty, old island
vehicle, a 1987 _Jeep Wrangler_, through a trail in the bamboo
forest as Kristanna and Pamela huddled in the backseat. Our
afternoon of fun and delight was not over; I was taking the
girls to perhaps their most favorite location on the entire
island, a little spot known by the name of Devon Falls.
Christened with that monicker in June 2013 as a tribute to
a beautiful and extremely special woman in her own right,
Devon Falls was a 150-foot waterfall that spilled into a big,
round natural pool that was surrounded by wild ginger. There
was a whooshing vortex at the bottom. It was caused by the
plummeting funnel of water that spiraled from so high above.
The rest of the pool was as clear as cellophane, enabling
us to see down into the rocky bottom. Fronds of forest-green
plants waved gently in the depths. The waterfall looked like
a sheet of blue velour as it swished down. Its edges were
hemmed with whipped-white lines. The water here was often
bubbling and appeared quite hot at first glance, but it was
actually very cool and chilly. Tall palm trees and other
lush greenery added to the tropical feel.
Once we arrived, Kristanna and Pamela hopped out of the
_Jeep_ and quickly shed their colorful sarongs. The two
split a bottle of drinking water, downing it completely,
before grasping hands and taking a brave plunge into the cold
depths of the waterfall's basin. They squealed and screeched
in the aftermath, but I knew their bodies would adjust to the
temperature soon enough. After all, it would be incredibly
difficult to find any sort of lingering discomfort or pain on
a day this fun and magical. All one had to do was look at
me, and my poor, bruised shin. I had forgotten about it!
I worked on a bottle of fruit punch as Kristanna and Pamela
invariably began to frolic and play in the water. They were
especially wound up and rambunctious today, which was good.
Gentle hair pulling and wrestling was all in good fun, but
things took a more serious turn (although, not really) once
Kristanna ripped at Pamela's bikini top, and tore it off.
"KRISSY!" Pamela roared, her eyeballs almost ready to burst
from their sockets. When Kristanna turned and swam away in
retreat, Pamela's all-natural and wondrous, 38d-sized breasts
bounced and flopped about in the water as she went after her.
I watched them both curl around the thundering waterfall,
only to then vanish from sight beyond it. There was a small
cave directly behind the waterfall as, luck would have it,
was the perfect size to comfortably fit three people.
It may have been two years since our group last visited
here, but the _Tarzan swing_ I concocted in 2001 still looked
to be quite sturdy and intact. I went over to the little
rock incline at the edge of the pool and grabbed the thick
rope, only to swing out with all my might and splash down
with a thud mere seconds later in the water 50 feet away.
Well, it was definitely cold and chilly - much more so
than even I remembered. Still, I toughed it out, not showing
any outward or visible signs that I was, at least for the
time being, very uncomfortable. I began to swim toward the
aforementioned cave, playing it smart and avoiding the heavy,
unforgiving direct torrent of the 150-foot waterfall.
When I entered the alcove, Kristanna and Pamela were seated
together on the dry stone ledge in the back with their legs
dangling in the water. The two were cuddled together tightly
and shivering, but I could not help but to smile as Kristanna
was now topless as well. Her bikini top (and this was poetic
justice) was ripped and shredded, and floating in the cave
just a few feet from them. Good for Pamela!
Unable to hide the fact any longer that I too, was cold,
Kristanna extended her left arm toward me, and Pamela her
right, then I nestled in between them and suddenly we were
sharing a _trifecta hug_. We shook and tremored together
without a word for a good three or four minutes until our
bodies finally warmed up, and we felt comfortable.
* * *
"You worry too much about Piper whenever you are away from
her," Kristanna, who was seated in the water in front of us a
short time later, said to Pamela as she lovingly twirled a
fingertip along her kneecap. "There is no need to worry about
Piper, baby. Her and Kaden are in great hands right now with
Lindsay and Scarlett. You know both of them love Lindsay to
death, and Scarlett is a nurse who deals with newborns on a
daily basis. Why do you worry so much?"
"I'm not worried," Pamela fretted.
"Yes, you are!" Kristanna insisted, even kissing her on the
kneecap for emphasis. "If there was one teeny, tiny thing
wrong, Lindsay and Scarlett would call us immediately. You
need to relax, Pamela, and know that Piper is, outside of you
and Jeremy, in the best of hands right now." Kristanna turned
her attention toward me, those translucent blue eyes of hers
literally flashing. "When are YOU finally going to get
Lindsay pregnant, Jeremy? You know she wants a baby bad."
I shook my head and held back a laugh. "You ask me that
very same question every day, sweetheart. When will I get
Lindsay pregnant? Trish wants to become pregnant too." I
paused, then smiled. "It's a work in progress - trust me."
Pamela glanced over at me and giggled. "You're not
shooting _blanks_, are you, Jeremy?"
"I think both you and I know that's not the case at all,"
I returned in a deep, solid tone, trying to defend myself.
As usual, Kristanna was beaming. She truly was the
epicenter of happiness. "Lindsay already has names picked
out for her first-born child. A girl, Kaylee Janae. A boy,
Donald Jackson. How awesome is that she wants to name her
first boy after her father?"
Pamela frowned. "You know how much she misses her dad."
Pamela quickly perked up though, saying, "Kaylee Janae is a
really pretty name for a girl." She shivered theatrically,
then crinkled her nose. "I just cannot imagine Lindsay being
nine months pregnant. She is so small, and tiny - not even
100 pounds. I bet you that she turns out to be one of those
girls who only gains 10 or 15 pounds at the height of her
pregnancy." Pamela shook her head. "Wish I was that way."
"You look better now than you ever have before," Kristanna
told Pamela. "You lost all of your pregnancy weight and then
some, and you're in the best shape - both physically and
especially emotionally - of your entire life right now."
"You look great," I said to Pamela, wrapping an arm around
her shoulder and kissing the side of her head.
"Oh, I'm not complaining about now," she clarified. "I
am referring to the struggles I had after Piper was born."
"Well, you don't have to get pregnant again, baby, if you
don't want to," Kristanna reminded her. "That decision is
up to you. I know you don't want to risk going through what
you went through last year. I understand completely."
"But..." Kristanna hesitated, then smiled brightly. "I
would like for you to get pregnant again, Pamela. This time,
I will be with you for every step of the way after your next
baby is born. I will NOT allow to happen to you what happened
when Piper was born. I will not allow it!"
"Oh, Krissy..." Pamela moaned in response, momentarily
becoming emotional at those words, then leaning over and
offering her wife a gracious, thankful hug. "I know you
would take care of me, and look after me, as best you could.
I know it." Their embrace over, Pamela sniffed her nose and
glanced my way for an instant. "I know Jeremy would, too."
"Of course," I nodded.
"So when are YOU getting pregnant again?" Pamela asked
Kristanna, turning the tables slightly.
Kristanna looked up at me and offered a simple shrug of
the shoulders. "Anytime Jeremy wants to put another baby
inside of me, I will be ready for it."
When I groaned at those words - my work would never be
done! - Pamela frowned once more and placed a sympathetic
hand upon my shoulder. "Oh... we cannot run Jeremy ragged
and thin like this, Krissy. I think the next two should be
Lindsay, then Trish. They both deserve to have a baby.
After that, we will figure out who is next."
"Devvy and Scarlett have already been talking about being
mothers too one day," Kristanna mused. Another epic smile
came to her face as she said, "Devvy would be a GREAT mommy!"
Then, all of a sudden, Kristanna suddenly went into lyrical
song and belted out in a verse, "Pammy's so full of sun...
shine, because she takes it in the beeeee-hind."
"Hey!" Pamela scolded Kristanna with a spirited punch to
the shoulder, laughing.
As I sat by and listened to that little exchange, I began
to think of Devon and the comment that she was about to make
yesterday afternoon when she and I were having a discussion.
The comment was about Kristanna and, uncharacteristically for
Devon, it was going to be a negative one about her beloved
wife. Kristanna showed up, though, effectively hushing the
topic and (unknowingly) forcing us to move onto something
else. Devon did not want Kristanna to hear her say anything
negative or detrimental about her.
The past week-and-a-half had been especially trying for
our family, obviously, and was a test of its will and resolve.
Basically, Devon insinuated that some of the ladies in our
relationship were not giving me the utmost attention and
care as it dealt with the tragedy and turmoil we had faced.
Was Devon referring to just one or, more likely, multiple
women? Did she lump Pamela in that mix? Lindsay? Scarlett?
Surely, she was not referring to Trish and/or Amy. Trish
was still picking up the pieces of her shattered heart in
the wake of her father's sudden and horrific death. Trish
had put on a good face in recent days, but it was readily
apparent that she still felt hurt and extremely vulnerable.
After all, could anyone really blame her? And Amy? Amy had
been in the hospital with a serious scare for not only our
unborn child, but her own health as well. Amy was still
settling down from it, too, and would probably need at least
a few more days until she was truly back to normal.
Lindsay had a lot to deal with because she was closer with
Trish than anyone else. The two were kindred spirits, so to
speak, and the fact Lindsay lost her own father in an
unexpected manner two-and-a-half years ago now added to their
bond. Lindsay was tunneling Trish, indeed, but that did not
mean she was ignoring me or whatever issues I was dealing
with. In essence, Lindsay was _right_ to focus on Trish. At
the same time, however, Lindsay was not neglecting me in the
slightest - nor was she Amy, either, for that matter.
Was Devon about to name Pamela during our conversation?
Scarlett? There was no way she could have mentioned Scarlett.
Scarlett was the one woman who had really stepped up from the
group and helped me assess my own thoughts and feelings.
"I just think... I think... I don't like it, Jeremy, that
some of the girls seemingly forgot about you, and your
feelings, this week. I... maybe I am imagining all of this,
I do not know, but it just does not seem right to me. And
one person I am especially disappointed in is Kri..."
Multiple women or not, it was fairly obvious to me that
one woman Devon was definitely referring to was Kristanna.
She was about to say so, in fact, before Kristanna appeared
literally out of nowhere, thus cutting the thought off.
I disagreed with Devon.
Kristanna's focus was always going to be on the family as
a whole, but I wholeheartedly believe - no, _I know_ - that
the driving force behind everything she did was her unequaled
love and devotion for me. Kristanna loved me more than
anything or anyone (and I am not afraid to say the feeling
was mutual). We did our best to keep this under wraps as a
way not to cause any jealousy and/or animosity throughout our
marriage, but everyone honestly knew how strongly Kristanna
and I felt for each other, and I believed they were all fine
with it. It was the same as Trish openly admitting to anyone
who asked her that Lindsay was her true centerpiece in life.
We all understood, and were fine with it. No jealousy.
Clearly, it had been a rough stretch for me. It is not
easy, as a husband, to attend the funeral of your wife's
father. I was pretty shaken up, indeed, because Dani Grace
was my unborn child too, and for awhile she was in grave
peril. This past week-and-a-half, in fact, easily goes down
as the worst I have ever experienced in my life thus far.
Still, even I focused more on Trish and Amy than I did
myself. Trish was the one who lost her father, not me. Amy
needed to get herself right both physically and emotionally
because she was the one carrying around Dani Grace - not me.
Trish and Amy needed the focus now, the attention, the care.
Did I feel neglected at all? Left out in the cold? Did
Devon believe that Kristanna was not paying me enough
attention or courtesy throughout this family crisis? If so,
Devon was wrong. I would tell her that, too. In fact, I
planned on doing so at the earliest opportunity.
Kristanna was always there for me no matter what. It was
an unspoken fact. Yet, Trish and Amy needed more help and
attention than I did right now. Kristanna followed suit.
Kristanna was the glue that held our family together.
She was not only its architect, but also its foundation and
ultimate heartbeat. Kristanna was the one who orchestrated
all of this from the ground-up and made our amazing lifestyle
possible. She was also our family's self-appointed caregiver
and matriarch. Whenever there was an issue, Kristanna would
invariably rise to the occasion and take care of it.
If not for Kristanna, I would most assuredly still be
living on this island - _alone_ - just as I had from 1997 to
2013. 16 very long and lonely years of pure isolation could
very well have been 18 by now. I definitely would not be
married to six different women if not for Kristanna, with a
seventh waiting in the wings.
The possible ripples and their effects here are endless.
If not for Kristanna, Lindsay may have lost their childhood
home by now, and who knows what shape her mother and three
sisters would be in. Amy would be so far down the path of
self-destruction by now that no amount of medicine or therapy
could possibly save her. Trish would be living and working
in Canada, but probably still be unattached and wondering why
all of her same-aged friends are settled down and thinking of
having children (if they have not already) - and not her.
Pamela? Oh my God, words could never describe just exactly
how much Pamela despised being an exotic dancer. If not for
Kristanna, Pamela would still be dancing in Maryland. I do
not even want to think about that. Devon would still be
wasting away in Pennsylvania, working 70 to 80 hours per week
at a job with little to no opportunity for advancement.
As these thoughts swirled throughout my mind, reaffirming
my faith and devotion for Kristanna to an even greater extent,
I glanced over at her as she and Pamela were discussing which
flowers they should pick today and bring home to the others
as gifts. I became temporarily transfixed upon Kristanna and
she soon noticed, brushing a clump of wet hair away from her
eyes and smiling sweetly. It was the same innocent, red-faced
look that a young girl would typically have when she noticed a
boy she liked admiring her from across the way.
It was also all the validation I needed. Kristanna would
never neglect me or my feelings. She was too much in love.
* * *
At the very western tip of the island was a series of
jagged sea cliffs, deep gulches, sand dunes, dying plant
life and a remote wind- and surf-battered shoreline. It
offered the most brilliant and dazzling sunset view, but was
not accessible by vehicle. This was the next stop on our
itinerary. It would also prove to be the most challenging.
We exited the _Jeep_ at the foot of the five-mile hiking
trail that would take us alongside the western ledge and
offer a spectacular view of the sun as it literally sank
into the Pacific amongst a blaze of glorious colors. After
packing plenty of water and snacks, a first aid kit and
other necessities, Kristanna, Pamela and I began trekking
our way up the path. We had brought along extra clothing, so
Kristanna and Pamela did not have to go about our hike
topless (although them doing so was an intriguing idea to me).
The trail along the cliff passed tide pools abundant in
marine life and rugged protrusions of lava reaching out to
the turbulent ocean, with seabirds circling overhead. There
were no picturesque beaches on this little tip of the island;
the water was typically unruly and harsh, even violent. The
waves here could get as high as 30 or 40 feet and the ocean,
even when it appeared calm, was not safe to swim in due to
the powerful and unforgiving currents underneath.
This place was not safe and when we lived here in the past,
I actually informed all the ladies they were _not allowed_ to
come here unless I was with them. It was a steadfast rule.
As for now, we were back on the island for the first time in
18 months, and Kristanna flat-out insisted on getting to watch
the sunset from here at least once before we returned to
Norway this coming Saturday. How could I deny her?
The trail was quite strenuous; it was eroded in several
places and slippery when wet - which was all the time. We
had to cross the dunes two miles inward, then traverse some
1,300 feet up the cliff. Through a series of tree-covered
gulches, we finally reached our reward - the awe-inspiring,
pristine view of the Pacific Ocean atop the wind-swept perch.
By this time, the sun was already setting, and there were
just a few precious clouds visible in the sky. The seagulls
were still squawking and squabbling over scraps of food, their
raucous cries loud and brash in the faltering light. The sun
itself was a bright, ember red, but kept bowing down further
until night was here, and the sky suddenly looked like a
black, velvet ceiling with sprinkles of dream dust everywhere.
Let the record state that I was against the idea of staying
atop the cliff until it was pitch-dark outside. It would only
make our return hike to the _Jeep_ all the much more difficult
and hazardous, but both Kristanna and Pamela insisted, and I
was powerless to deny them (and their charms).
Using high-powered flashlights to see, the three of us took
our time and held hands as we slowly but surely returned to
the head of the trail. At one point Kristanna slipped and
skinned her knee, drawing blood and tearing her spandex legging
in the process. It stung her a bit, but was thankfully nothing
major. I was able to stop the bleeding and clean the wound,
then swabbed it with iodine and bandaged it up. When we got
back to the mansion, I was going to ask Scarlett - our medical
expert and registered nurse - to look at Kristanna's knee.
* * *
"How's your knee? Is it okay?"
Those were the first words from Trish - directed at
Kristanna, of course - as she walked into the mansion
alongside Pamela and yours truly. Obviously, Trish had been
eavesdropping on us throughout the day by way of the voyeur
room. I figured others had joined her there, too.
Walking with a slight limp, Kristanna winced and told her,
"I'll be fine. I'm a big girl."
"Where is Piper?" Pamela immediately asked.
"Piper and Kaden are in the master bedroom with Lindsay
and Scarlett," Trish answered. "They are watching cartoons,
and having a wonderful time together."
"Come on," Pamela said to not only me, but Kristanna as
well, tugging on my hand and trying to pull me toward the
direction of the master bedroom. She was clearly having a
bad case of _Piper withdrawal_.
I was tired and sore after our long and adventurous day
out, and needed a shower badly, but nonetheless allowed
Pamela to drag me off with her. Kristanna followed suit. I
admit, I was experiencing _Piper withdrawal_ too - as well as
_Kaden withdrawal_. Remember, I was the parent of both
babies - not one, like Kristanna and Pamela. What about my
third child, yet-to-be-born Dani Grace and her mother, Amy?
I figured that Amy must be elsewhere in the mansion right
now. Perhaps she was spending time with Devon?
Moments later, Pamela had Piper swaddled up in a blanket
and was lovingly rocking her in her arms in a lounge chair,
while Kristanna reclined on the bed. Her right pant leg
pulled up to her thigh, Kristanna swatted hands and played
with Kaden as Scarlett sat on the floor, examining her knee.
Scarlett noted there was a moderate bruise, then applied more
medication and changed the dressing, but promised us that
Kristanna would be perfectly fine and healed up in no more
than two to three days. That was reassuring news.
Now even more tired and nearing exhaustion - hey, I am not
near as young and energetic as I once was - I rested on the
floor comforter. I found the most solace from none other
than Lindsay, though, who sat beside me and offered my neck,
shoulders, back and chest area a 15 minute massage that made
a lot of those negative feelings just wash away. Her tender,
loving hugs and gentle kisses were quite therapeutic as well.
Lindsay could tell that I was not at my best.
"Let's get you into the shower," Lindsay said to me, "then
get some food into you. Amy made plenty of left-overs. After
that, you're going straight to bed."
"Honey, I'm not in the mood to play in the shower..."
Lindsay gave me a good-natured smack upside the head, then
giggled. "You think I want to get you into the shower for
sex? I am going to scrub and wash you, Jeremy... that is all.
You're dead on your feet after everything you did today."
She stood up, then tugged at my arm. "Come on, let's get
you cleaned up. It will make you feel much, much better."
"Can I join in too, baby?" Pamela asked Lindsay, leaning
forward in her chair while still clutching Piper close to
her. "Would you mind me giving me a scrub-down, too?"
"You're more than welcome to join," Lindsay smiled at her.
"I'll keep an eye on Piper for you," Scarlett offered.
I stood naked in the shower, my eyes closed, warm droplets
from the overhead nozzle hitting my skin and forming billowing
clouds of steam. I did not move a muscle, nor did I have to.
As Lindsay stood just outside of the shower, with her sleeves
rolled up and a pair of pink shorts on, scrubbing my neck with
a hand-held foamer, Pamela was totally nude and on her knees
in the stall with me, her own hands scouring the full length
of each of my legs with a soapy washcloth. I should have
known that Pamela would be aiding Lindsay in helping me freshen
up, instead of receiving this royal treatment herself.
"I bet you feel much better already," Lindsay swooned,
dousing the top of my head with a heavy helping of shampoo.
I sighed, but my eyes stayed closed, as she busily worked
her fingers and weaved them across my scalp.
Still on her knees in front of me, Pamela reached around
my body and scrubbed my waistline and lower back, and my
hips. Of course, this led to Pamela wrapping my semi-hard
cock in the washcloth, then sliding it back-and-forth. One
could say it was a sexual motion on her part, but her only
real intent was to help clean and polish me up. Still, I got
more than a bit of a rise, so to speak, out of it.
When Pamela let out a happy and content squeal, I finally
opened my eyes and watched as Lindsay was now leaning into
the shower, kissing her. I smiled leisurely at the sight of
their soft, velvety lips pressed together, their tongues
gliding together as one. A moment later, Lindsay lathered
Pamela's own hair up with a massive dose of shampoo.
As things ultimately turned out, after Pamela and I were
thoroughly rinsed, we simply pulled Lindsay into the shower
with us - her hoodie jacket and pink shorts still on - and
brought her into our dual embrace. She protested and whined
at first, but quickly relented as Pamela and I stood there
and did nothing but dote and cherish on her to no end. In
no time flat, Lindsay was literally purring like a kitten.
What made for the perfect capper to this day and evening,
though, was when the lovely and vivacious Kristanna - hobbled
knee and all - stepped into the washroom totally nude herself,
and joined the three of us in the shower. Now locked in a
four-way embrace that lasted for 10 minutes, without a single
word spoken between us, I realized that as the hot steam
enveloped our bodies, my life truly was Heaven on Earth...
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