[[[-IF6-P17.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 6: Sanctuary Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 17: "Carousal" ------------------------------------------- -*- Friday, December 30, 2016 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- "Hey, you," I said to Kristanna, who was lounging quite comfortably on the sofa while holding up her cell phone and tapping away upon it. My beloved wife had on her favorite fleece pajama jumpsuit - a onesie that was mostly black, and had white snowflake and reindeer designs scattered everywhere from top to bottom. Even though Christmas was five days past, we were still very much in the holiday spirit. "Yeah, you." I tilted my head back and forth several times in succession and added with some sass in my voice, "I'm talking to YOU." Kristanna set her cell phone atop her chest and smiled up at me. "I'm watching when you met up with your mom and dad, your two brothers and sister, on Christmas Day." Kristanna sighed dreamily. "Oh, Jeremy. The expression on your face when you realized your entire family was together again! It is so priceless! I cannot watch this video enough." I could not contain my joyous laughter as Kristanna continued, "I'm so glad that we have these memories now." "I thought about it," were my words. "Steve has been in and out of jail since 1982. I moved away with Mom and Dad from Ohio to New Jersey in 1987. Dan and Di, of course, did not move with us - they stayed behind in Ohio. I moved with Mom and Dad to California in 1992, and was out on my own two years later. Mom and Dad split apart, got separated, in 1998. After we moved initially, Mom, Dad and I would go back to Ohio for Christmas trips and vacations, but we were never actually there on Christmas Day itself." I took a long, deep breath, and smiled at Kristanna. "Do you know THIS year - 2016 - was the first Christmas Day that my whole family has actually been together since 1981? When I was seven? To put that in perspective, Amy wasn't even born yet. None of you were." "I'm happy that I was here to be a part of it," Kristanna remarked. "I feel so special that your mom and dad were here together, in our house, for Christmas this year. I'm so grateful that Di, Dan and Steve were here too. I know that your niece, Chelsea, has always been special to you as well. Too bad your two nephews are elsewhere with the military." "Having them all here really brought the Christmas spirit for me." I smiled at Kristanna once again, and patted her on the wrist. "I have you to thank for it. You orchestrated everything, Krissy. You made all those telephone calls, did all that convincing... even made travel plans for everyone." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it. "Thank you." She flung her wrist at me like it was no big deal. "It was no effort at all." Vintage Kristanna, there; deflecting all of the credit for something that was in no way easy or simple to accomplish. If possible, Kristanna would oftentimes pass the credit elsewhere. My relationship with Di and Dan, to put it mildly, had been fractured. I thought I may never see them again. And the fact that Kristanna somehow convinced Mom to be here, and Dad too, was nothing short of amazing. Aside from my wedding with Kristanna three years ago, this was the first time that Mom had seen Dad since their separation in 1998. Mom loathed Dad, and did not want to be around him. Yet Kristanna somehow brought them together, even if it was just for a few days here on the other side of the planet. Astonishing. I do not know how she did it. By the way, they returned to the United States yesterday. My whole family, that is. "That was most assuredly the last time I will ever see Mom and Dad together in the same place again." "Awwwww," Kristanna pouted. "Don't say that, Jeremy. But you know what brought the Christmas spirit for me?" Kristanna started beaming. "Seeing that smile on your face! I don't know if I've ever seen you any happier than you were that day. Myself, I was personally happy that so many people from our extended families were here. I thoroughly enjoyed it - my parents, YOUR parents, Pammy and Amy's parents too, Trish's mom - it was so awesome. Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, cousins, good friends like Mike, Carolyn and Barbara..." "It was the best Christmas ever." "It was," Kristanna agreed, nodding her head at me. "And best of all, it's still going. It's not even New Year's yet. Just the... relaxation, family - EXTRA family time - playing one-on-one with the kids, their toys, has been my favorite." I grinned at Kristanna. "And you somehow talked Lindsay's mom into forgiving her for everything that happened this year between Alison and us... that whole fiasco." "Leslie was ready to forgive Lindsay long ago," Kristanna informed me. "She just needed a little motivation is all." "Lindsay talked with her mom for THREE HOURS on Christmas Day over video chat." I stressed. "Three hours. Wow." I shook my head in amazement. "You made that possible, too. It was all your doing, Krissy. My number one wish in life, and Lindsay's number one wish. You made them both a reality." Kristanna smiled. "They've spoken every day since." "I cannot wait until Lindsay and I go to Ohio, with Kaylee, for a few days at the end of January after Peyton is born, and things settle down a bit after Pamela gives birth. We will get to visit both her family and my family." "That trip will be so special for you and Lindsay!" Kristanna purred. "I remember the last one was special, but I think this one will be even MORE special." She paused for a brief moment. "PLEASE tell me that you're going to spend a couple of hours at the cemetery so Lindsay can be with her dad. I know how much she misses him." "No matter how cold it is, we will visit him," I promised. "We will leave Kaylee behind with her Grandma, no problem." "I want pictures from the cemetery. And video." "You'll have them." Kristanna bit her lower lip. "At the end of March, a ways down the road? You'll turn 43, Jeremy, and Devvy will turn 31. Ariel will be one, too. Who doesn't a love a good birthday? But even more important than that, Devvy has given the go-ahead for her own family to come and visit us for her birthday!" Kristanna was so happy, she did a little dance resting on the sofa. "Yeah! Her mom, two brothers, sister... any family they want to bring along, too. THAT is going to be super special! Captain Mike is going to fly them all here in world class style! I think forgiving them, spending time with all of them... it will help so much with the ongoing healing process for Devvy." I brought her hand to my lips and kissed it once more. "This is incredible, sweetheart. It just seems that everything is coming together for our family. Pamela is going to give birth any day now, and Trish is three months pregnant. I finally reconciled with my brother and sister, and Lindsay her mom. I actually got to see BOTH of my parents together for Christmas. I... I've never been happier than I am right now." "2017 will be an even better year!" Kristanna swore. "But my next order of business is Pammy, and her pregnancy. Oh, I love me some Pammy! Anyway, once she gives birth, I am not going to let Pammy OUT OF MY SIGHT. I will not allow her to succumb to Postpartum Depression like she did after Piper was born two years ago. I'm going to constantly remind Pammy of how beautiful she is, how special she is, and how much I love her. I'm not going to let her get all down and depressed, gloomy, because she is suddenly 20 or 25 pounds overweight and feels the weight of the world is on her shoulders." "You look comfortable there on the sofa," I said to my lovely wife, "but there is just one thing missing from this picture, and I am about to fix it. Are you ready?" Kristanna's face turned hopeful and she gasped, "A foot rub?" Not expecting such an answer, I broke out into a hot rage of laughter. "No! Good idea, but not that. I'll be right back!" Kristanna screeched as I turned and scampered away. A few moments later I returned, sliding to a stop just in front of Kristanna in my socks, and performing a little dance for her. A stupid, silly little dance that was no doubt awful, and I topped it off by attempting the moon-walk. Not doing the moon-walk, I must stress, but rather attempting it. "Oooooh! That's right. I got my onesie on, the same, exact one as yours, and the party is about to start. Krissy, are you ready to start the party now that we have our matching onesies on?" "I am ready!" she declared, though tapping on her phone. "I've been texting Pamela. She says the lunch I made for her was great, and theorizes the best way to pay me back would be ripping my clothes off. That would be awesome, I texted Pamela back, but she is always so tired nowadays." Kristanna began chuckling. "Oh! I just got a text from Lindsay! Lindsay says... if I'd known the _Toys R Us_ checkout line was manned by DMV employees, I would have brought snacks." Kristanna frowned and added, "Ohhhhh. She must be stuck at the mall. I'm gonna text her and tell her to bring me back a SLUSHIE!" It took me a very long time, what actually felt like an eternity, but I finally knew what it was like to be in a family where there was an overabundance of togetherness and love. Honestly, I never really had that growing up. Just a few years ago, I would have never dreamed that I would be moon-walking and doing horrible, uncoordinated dances in front of others. Especially women. Hell, I never even did that alone. I was always the stern, serious one, barely able to crack a smile. Truth be told, I had little to smile about back in the day. But everything in this family was so fun, and it was okay to do stupid dances and act silly, foolish. I had my found my rightful place in life, my home; my family. And the centerpiece of all things loving, of pure fun and limitless energy itself, was our ringleader. The matriarch. "You're an animal, Jeremy," Kristanna commented, watching me with a grin as I futilely tried to dance. "An aardvark. And a very clumsy one at that." "You know it!" I proclaimed, finally ending the dance. Kristanna chuckled for a few seconds, but then seemed to settle down and become serious. At least for a bit. "I'm looking into your eyes, Jeremy, and I am envisioning the incoming year stretched out in front of us. For our family. It will be 2017 very, very soon. Hmmmmm... I think I want to take up race-car driving. What do you think?" I laughed. Where did Kristanna come up with these random ideas of hers? It was an amazing little trait she possessed. "Dangerous. But maybe if you wear a cute, little helmet..." "I would. And red leather. Think that through before you tell me no." That particular image sent my mind to soaring heights. Kristanna giggled. "I don't think I will ever get tired of you looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you want to have your way with me." "I already did that just a few hours ago." She smirked. "Don't distract me with steamy memories." "Sorry," I said. "Back on track. I don't know how the new year can possibly beat 2016. Four babies added to the family, marrying my seventh wife, ambulances, too much time spent in the hospital, even a nasty break-up." Kristanna held up a finger. "Sister kissing for Lindsay, a tropical island, Pammy and Trish becoming pregnant again, me falling more and more in love with you." I glanced skyward at the mentions. "Ohhhhh. I love your version. It is so much better than mine." "And I love you, Jeremy." "I love you, too." "The heat makes us all dumb, so much so that I read earlier today that on the Internet that _Disneyland_ begins to cap its ride lines in weather above 100 degrees Fahrenheit to curb the sport of soccer mom street fights. I can trust that if _Disneyland_ is operating on that info, the info must be good." Holy hell! Where did Kristanna come up with these random quotes? She would just say them in the middle of a regular discussion. If anything, it was endearing. It added to her charm, what made her special. "If it's on the Internet, it has to be true?" Kristanna scoffed at me playfully. "Of course, Jeremy... the Internet does not lie! Nor does anyone on it." I nodded at her. "Right." Soon, though, I was chuckling again. "Soccer mom street fights? How about ten years from now? Kaden on one soccer team, Peyton on the other? The opposing team? Would you and Pamela possibly get into a soccer mom street fight over my two sons?" I was laughing again. "I would find that wildly entertaining, actually." "I'd whip Pammy's ass, no problem." "I heard that." Kristanna shot up on the sofa at the sound of that voice from somewhere behind us. Fresh-faced and dressed in a green tunic and white leggings, Pamela stood at the other end of the central room with the afternoon sunlight pouring in through the window behind her. She ran her fingers through her long, luscious blonde hair and placed a hand on her belly. "Oh, hi Pamela!" Kristanna greeted in an innocent tone, unable to harness her smile. "My sweet, darling Pamela." "I heard what you said about me." Pamela stared daggers at Kristanna, but it was all in good fun. "Hmmmppph!" Now Kristanna was giving me the evil eye. "Jeremy is just looking to start trouble! It's what he is known for." "Can trouble be my new nickname?" I asked her. "I like the sound of it. Trouble. Makes ME sound dangerous." "You are," Kristanna retorted. "I've tasted your cooking from the kitchen before. It's truly frightening, dangerous." "Aww... thanks for noticing." However, it was now my turn to switch into serious mode, and actually stay there for a bit. "Lindsay and I want to take you out tonight, Krissy, to a nice restaurant in Oslo. Let it be our way of telling you _thanks_ for helping us reunite with our families." I held up my hand, already knowing what her lone concern would be - the kids. Who would watch after them? "Kaden, Ariel and Kaylee will all be taken care of by our wives here at home. I've already talked to them, and got everything okay'd. Specifically, Devon has put herself in charge of them." With that concern out of the way, Kristanna seemed very interested now. "Oh? A nice restaurant? Which one?" She loved to go out every now and then, let loose, and enjoy a few hours away from her many responsibilities here at home. "_Maaemo_." Kristanna's blue eyes lit up. "_Maaemo_? That's my favorite place to eat in all of Oslo." I smiled. "Which is why we want to take you there. You, Kristanna [Last Name], are so precious to Lindsay and I. To everyone in the family. You are talented and beautiful, but more than that, you're thoughtful. You look out for me... you look out for all of us. And whenever I'm around you, I feel secure and loved in the best way possible." "So do I," Pamela chimed in from a distance. Those words seemed to have a profound effect on Kristanna. We meant them wholeheartedly, and she knew it. My wife and I were staring at each other now, but soon Kristanna's gaze dropped to my mouth. Good grief, I had a reaction to that move. Suddenly, I wanted to kiss Kristanna. In fact, I never wanted to kiss someone so badly before in my life. She wanted to kiss me, too. The air was thick around us and the sound seemed to fade from the room. Whatever was bubbling between us was gaining momentum by the second. There was a hunger in Kristanna's eyes that had me captivated and aching to envelop, simply consume her. I reached down and cradled Kristanna's cheek, her skin soft and warm to the touch. And then, my cell phone rang. Of course! I noticed Devon's name and number on the caller ID panel. I actually debated not answering the call considering that Kristanna and I were sharing a moment here, but Devon was my wife just like she was, and it may actually be important. "Hey, sweetheart. What's up? Where you at today?" "Something horrible has happened." Uh oh. Hearing that from Devon gave me a flashback to the night on the island, a few months ago, when she cut herself with a knife. Just now, she claimed that something horrible had happened? It was never good to hear that Devon was in any sort of distress. I was concerned, but had to stay cool, calm and collected. "Okay, Devon. What's wrong? Are you okay? Where are you? Talk to me, baby." "Jeremy?" Kristanna said, worried as well. Obviously, Kristanna was on high alert now. Devon did not need any further issues or troubles in her life. She had been through enough already in her 30-plus years. "I'm at the auxiliary garage down near the lake here on the farm. I was putting away some Christmas decorations. Jeremy... there's a giant rat. A rodent monster near the door. I'm not making this up. It won't let me leave the garage. It's ENORMOUS. It hates me. I hate it back." I processed all of that rather quickly. A giant rat? Wait a minute. "A... rodent monster?" Really? "It's so big!" Devon screeched. "What do you mean, it _won't let you leave_?" Devon paused and tried to level with me. "I can't walk past it, Jeremy. I just can't. Do you think you could...?" "On my way." Less than two minutes later, I strode into the main storage garage - which was separate from the mansion - after making a mad dash to get here. Devon was cowering against the wall, but still looked mighty fine in her baby blue camo pants and a black V-neck top. She certainly did excel at filling out that plunging neckline. I quickly located the monster, which seemed very interested in a discarded apple near the corner. Suddenly, I could not hold back yet another grin. "That's your rodent monster?" Devon balked. "Um, yeah. Did you see that thing?" "It's a medium-sized mouse at best, and probably just as terrified of you as you are of it." "It's a giant rat. And it's evil!" "It's a mouse, and it probably wandered in to find shelter from the cold. That apple certainly attracted it, too. Piper and I were here yesterday putting away a few things, and I guess she did not throw her apple in the trash like I asked her to. But no matter. Mice are hungry, they get cold. Not a big deal. Shall I walk you out of the garage?" Devon's eyes were focused on the mouse, and she still seemed terribly frightened. It had tiny, little claws, and was sniffing its way around. "I don't think I can do that." "So you plan to live out here?" Devon considered things. "What if you got rid of it?" "I have no issue with the mouse, but I'd rather not handle it personally if at all possible. Even I have my standards. I can leave a trap I suppose or, better yet, the mouse will lose interest here and go off someplace else." "I guess I'll just have to wait for that to happen, then." I shook my head with a mild sense of annoyance and, without another word, tossed Devon's winter coat around her and lifted her into my arms, and promptly carried her out of the garage. "You're kind of being a baby about this, honey. You know this, right? A mouse would never hurt you." But Devon, it seemed, was lost in the fact that my arms were around her, and she suddenly felt very safe and secure. In fact, Devon even buried her face in my neck and just now seemed to realize that I had said something. "Hmm?" I stepped onto the snow-covered trail that was a short-cut up to the house, and Devon met my eyes. With our faces only an inch or two apart, I lowered my voice. "I said you are being a little bit of a baby. That mouse is probably hurt that you ran from him. He just wanted to get to know you better, be your friend. His mousy heart is broken." "His mousy heart?" Devon said back, still not fully invested in the discussion. She shook her head and tried to re-focus. "Is that actually a thing?" "It is now." Devon had the longest eyelashes. And the most gorgeous blue eyes. So big and expressive. I had lost myself in those eyes on a countless number of occasions in the past. Fortunately, the death-defying mouse encounter from seconds ago seemed like a distant memory to Devon now. Needless to say, Kristanna and Pamela were both worried with that telephone call. But when I told them that Devon was supposedly cornered by a _giant rat_, neither of them wanted anything to do with rescuing her. They told me to go to the garage on my own, and save Devon myself. "You can put me down. Thank you for your help." I held Devon's gaze as I still carried her up toward the house. "Not yet," I returned, quietly. Devon smiled up at me and held on tight, her eyes never once leaving mine during the entire length of the walk back to the house. Actually, I was no longer annoyed or thought one negative thing about saving Devon from the rodent monster. Not if carrying her around like this was our wedding night, and the yard our threshold, was the end result. Once inside the house, Devon licked her lips - a truly sensuous gesture - and then her mouth was on mine even before I could react. I had no issues with that either, mainly because Devon kissed like Heaven on Earth. I was surprised at the ferocity of Devon's kiss, how fast my body responded, deciding that perhaps we should invest in mice as house pets. My body now pulsed with a kind of electric heat that defied the cold, blustery conditions outside. It drove me crazy, so to compensate I pushed my tongue into Devon's mouth, exploring, tasting, savoring. God, it felt so right to finally give in and let my guard down with Devon, and not be worried about offending or upsetting her with my actions. To just say _hell with it_ and follow my primal instincts. She had made such tremendous strides in the past few weeks. And God, getting the normal Devon back after all of the struggles she had gone through in 2016 was long overdue. I carried Devon into the adjacent gallery room and deposited her quickly on the side table. I was focused, determined. I was on a mission as I briefly lifted Devon's black V-neck top upward, revealing a sexy, purple satin bra underneath. I stared in awe and licked my own lips at the picturesque visual as I quickly discarded of her mink coat. Without pause, I found Devon's mouth once again and kissed her with great, reckless abandon. And suddenly, Devon broke the kiss and violently shoved away from me. No worries, though; there was nothing to be alarmed about. We simply heard squealy kid noises nearby. None of the little ones needed to see us like this, of course. All bundled up in her own winter coat and hat, Piper came bouncing into the gallery and looked up at me. "Daddy, I went on my new sled! Dani Grace too!" Piper hopped some more and even clapped her hands in two-year-old celebration. An instant later, Amy and Dani Grace entered the room as well, both dressed for the elements. Devon gasped and knelt down in front of Piper. "You got to go on the sled that Santa Claus brought you for Christmas?" Piper smiled and nodded her head wildly at Devon. "Wow, that is so cool. And you let Dani Grace go on it, too?" Another nod. "Did she like it? Did she like the sleigh ride?" "Yeah." "We went for a walk - me pulling them along as they sat in the sled - and Dani Grace almost fell asleep," Amy told us. "It was so relaxing outside. There is SO MUCH snow, but it is actually quite warm with the sun out in full force." "And sparkwy!" Piper chirped. "The snow is really sparkly," Amy nodded. "But I'm hot, and tired, because I was lugging them around." "Are you hot or warm, or cold?" Devon asked Piper. "Warm... 'cuz I have... snow shoes on." Devon grinned at her. "Your snow shoes, your snow pants, your head-band and hat which looks so pretty. And Dani Grace has a hat that Grandma and Grandpa got for her. Cute!" "We made a snowman!" Piper exclaimed with glee. But a second later, she was frowning. "But his hat... not good. He got a fovel, and a mik..." "He looked cute!" Amy laughed, correcting her. "He was even smaller than you!" "Dani Grace," Devon mused, switching focus to her, "what does a bee say?" "Beeeee!" the 16-month-old blurted out. "Bzzzzz!" Devon grinned. "What does a monkey say?" "Oooooh oooooh, ahhhhh ahhhhh!" Devon made some wild monkey noises of her own. "What... does a crocodile do?" Dani Grace brought her arms together in front of her. "Chomp chomp? Yeah, Dani Grace... chomp chomp! What does... a dinosaur say?" The little toddler roared in response. When Amy helped Piper out of her winter coat, Devon huffed and pointed at her chest. "What's that on your shirt?" "A bunny!" "A bunny?" Devon countered. "Who is that? Is that a picture of Bugs Bunny?" Bugs Bunny, of course, was our family's pet rabbit and a fixture here in the home. Or, as Trish preferred to think of him, an _evil bunny gremlin_ who was hell-bent on worldwide vermin Armageddon... "Daddy... eat... all the taco bunnies." "Daddy's gonna eat all the chocolate bunnies?" "Yeah!" "I have no idea why you would say that, honey," Devon swooned. "No idea whatsoever. Because, you know, _I_ am going to eat all of the chocolate bunnies." Piper snickered as Devon added, "I'm the one who LOVES chocolate." "YOU?" "Me!" "YOU!" Piper screamed, flailing her arms. "I want have... a taco bunny!" One of my Christmas gifts from Kaden was a _Cadbury_ chocolate bunny which I had already put a sizable dent in. That was where Piper got this idea from. "That's the island!" Piper blurted out, gathering the pendant that hung from Devon's necklace and inspecting it. On the pendant was an actual picture of our private island getaway off the coast of Peru - an image of the northern beach, a palm tree, and the mighty, shimmering Pacific. "The island on my necklace," Devon nodded. "Hmmmmm... why do I have a necklace of our island?" "'Cuz... you love it!" "You're right," Devon whispered. "I DO love the island." Amy smiled and latched hands with me as she and I continued to watch Devon wield the proverbial magic wand with Piper and Dani Grace. Both toddlers absolutely loved her. No doubt, Amy was thinking the same thing that I was right now. The motherly instinct in Devon was on full, glorious display at the moment as she interacted with my two oldest daughters. And what a beautiful thing it was. It just underscored the fact that I needed to get Devon pregnant so she could finally become a mother herself. Oh, it needed to happen very, very soon... "Mommy!" Piper screeched, running over to Pamela as she entered the gallery alongside Kristanna. "Hi baby!" Pamela greeted, patting Piper's shoulders and neck as she hugged and clutched at her leg. "Did you have fun outside with Aunt Amy and your sister?" "YEAH!" Piper exclaimed. "Amy, Dani Grace... FUN!" "So what happened with that giant rat in the garage?" Kristanna asked me. "Did you risk life and limb to save Devvy, Jeremy? I trust the rat is no longer?" "Woah!" Amy said, suddenly all serious. And scared. "A giant rat? There is a rat in the garage?" "It wasn't a rat," I informed Kristanna. "It was a tiny, little mouse." I turned toward Amy and added, "And it's in the auxiliary garage - the storage garage near the lake - far from the house. It is not hurting anything there at all." "Mickey Mouse?" Piper giggled. "It was a RAT!" Devon insisted quite vigorously, pouting. * * * My eyes grew wide. My mouth dropped open. Hours later as I stood in the master bedroom, I thought to myself that this surely could not be right. Certainly not what I had expected for our dinner date tonight. Kristanna had decided to wear a dress. It did not look particularly warm. Nor modest. It was, in fact, exquisite black lace, from top to bottom. Kristanna stood in front of the mirror and inspected her reflection as I looked on from the side and simply gawked. I was not used to seeing Kristanna like this. Not by a mile. Her long-flowing blonde hair was pulled to one side, the ends curled into ringlets that tumbled over her shoulder and down her back. The long-sleeved black lace gown nearly fell to her feet, and even had a short train in back. The form-fitting dress highlighted every curve of her tall, athletic frame. There were no words for the vision standing alongside me. I swallowed hard. My libido was racing. Kristanna was a stunning beauty, but in that dress, every man at the restaurant (and anywhere else we went tonight) would try to beat a path straight to her. My protective instinct took over. "You look... incredibly beautiful." I felt as if a certain part of my anatomy was about set to explode. Kristanna was beyond gorgeous and sexy, and that dress simply confirmed it. She would be the center of attention tonight. "But... why are you all fancied and dolled up for a night at _Maaemo_?" She shrugged her shoulders at me. "Why not? How often do we get to leave the kids at home and go out for a nice dinner like this? I thought... might as well have some fun tonight." "Wow, Krissy." I was actually laughing, albeit gently. "Wow. You look... good enough to eat yourself." Kristanna chuckled as well. "Oh, be serious." "Believe me, I am." "I do feel as if I'm not wearing anything but a few scanty strips of lace. Maybe _Maaemo_ has installed a stripper pole in the center of their dining area since we were there last?" "Uhhhhh... I don't think so." I grinned at her; there she went again with another random, off-the-wall quote. Pamela preferred to think of them as _Kristannaisms_. I located the remote control and silenced the news reporter on the television advising residents to stay home if at all possible to avoid the cold, inclimate weather. I retrieved my car keys from the dresser drawer and slid the main door to the bedroom open, only for my whole world to stop right then and there, because dear Lord in Heaven... Standing on the opposite side of the entrance in black heels and a red cocktail dress that fell across one shoulder was Lindsay. Subtle red lipstick, her hair swept back on one side as well, and diamond teardrop earrings helped complete the amazing look. I knew I should say something, utter some sort of customary greeting, but I found myself thrown for a loop in a manner that I was not prepared for. Of all of my wives, Lindsay was the last one I would suspect to dress up in an evening gown like this. She preferred wearing casual, flirty attire that befitted her young, tender age of 22. "You look..." "Is it all right?" Lindsay asked me, her eyes wide as she glanced down at her dress. "I wasn't sure exactly. Krissy said it was a really upscale restaurant and for me to dress the part, so I did my best." "No. It's better than all right," Kristanna assured her. To me, Lindsay was still very innocent in so many ways. It was part of the charm I found so irresistible about her. But to see my sweet, little princess like this... My mind was in a lustful daze as it reacted in delicious ways to the two ladies in front of me. Obviously, Kristanna had convinced Lindsay to dress up for our dinner date tonight. Lindsay would never do such a thing on her own. However, the reaction my body was having now had me questioning whether or not we should forget about going to the restaurant altogether and simply jump right into bed. Seemed like a good idea... "Oh," Lindsay smiled. "Thank you, Krissy. You look great too." Suddenly, I found my gaze noticeably drawn to the slight glimpse of cleavage that Lindsay's red dress offered. Indeed, jackpot. I had definitely hit it tonight. "Look at Jeremy!" Kristanna giggled, pointing my way. "He cannot contain himself! He gets to go on a date with two hot chicks." She then stepped forward and gave Lindsay a slow, deep kiss. "You're truly exquisite, honey, and you're ours tonight. MINE!" That kiss, from what I inferred, was actually more for me and my benefit than it was for Kristanna. She wanted to put on a show for me and really set the tone for what promised to be quite an eventful evening. Lindsay laughed as she looked at me. "We've unleashed a monster, Krissy. Jeremy is so ready." Kristanna pulled Lindsay into a warm embrace, but kept her eyes focused on me. "I am ready too. Tonight will be fun." "Worth the risk?" Lindsay's expression was serious. "Oh, yeah. And then some." "I agree." Risk? Confused, I stared at them for several seconds, but then finally inquired, "What are you two girls talking about?" * * * At some point during the car ride from our home in Sandvika to _Maaemo_ in downtown Oslo along European Route 18 (E18), a busy highway, Lindsay found that dangling her high-heeled shoe off of her toes as she sat alongside me in my 2016 _Porsche Panamera Turbo S_ was really turning me on. She proceeded to do it purposely and I found myself constantly scanning her body from head to toe. The low-cut red dress showed a fair amount of cleavage while, at the same time, did next to nothing to hide her hard, fully erect nipples. Somehow, what started out as a _thank you dinner_ was morphing into something else. These two ladies were up to something tonight. "Rub his cock," Kristanna suggested from the back seat and, without a sign of hesitation, Lindsay complied. I gulped my throat and kept my focus on the highway in front of me as Lindsay palmed and frigged my cock through the trousers I wore. At the same time, Kristanna leaned forward from the back of the car and nuzzled her warm, soft lips upon my neck. "You're not going to forget this night anytime soon, Jeremy." "Oh, he's ready, Krissy," Lindsay told her, that hand of hers working its carnal magic. "His cock is super hard!" _Maaemo_ was a very expensive, gourmet restaurant that only served organic food sourced mainly in Norway. It was located in Oslo's Bjørvika neighborhood, a stretch of no man's land near the Oslo Central Station and the National Opera House. Bjørvika used to be a very seedy area, but at the moment it is the center of the largest urban renewal project Norway has ever seen. The plans for it are quite lofty - to one day to be a major, big-time cultural and economic center for Oslo. Hopefully. Right now it is a building site, and Kristanna, Lindsay and I found ourselves driving past cranes and construction hoardings to get to the restaurant. To me, this was a bold move. _Maaemo_ could have played it safe and opened on the west side of Oslo, but chose this fresh, new location with limitless potential from which to launch their brand. It was the type of gutsy business move that I could appreciate. _Maaemo_ was made even more unique by its interior, which resembled a conference hall much more than it did a dining room. It only had eight tables which served up to 38 diners, and as a result, felt extremely spacious and private. The kitchen was actually housed overhead in a large glass box and seemed to float over the dining room. For an appetizer, my two wives and I enjoyed scallops that had barely been cooked, served warm with pickled leeks, fresh tarragon and a few drops of rapeseed oil. The soft, sweet flesh of the scallops were achingly fresh, its taste instantly transporting me to the cold, clear waters of Western Norway. Without a doubt, Norwegian scallops were the best in the world. "Lindsay, honey," Kristanna swooned, sitting next to her, yet across from me at the intimate table, as we patiently waited for the main course to arrive. "Lindsay, slip off your right shoe and rub Jeremy's leg with your foot." Lindsay did precisely what she was told once again, dropping her high-heeled shoe onto the floor and reaching out with her foot to find my leg. When she slipped her foot just inside my pant leg, I hitched theatrically at the table, and a very wide, far-reaching smile quickly came to my face. "Are you doing what you were told?" "Yes, Krissy," Lindsay replied, in a submissive tone. Kristanna gently patted her on the wrist. "Good girl." She glanced around at the other couples and families dining at the restaurant, not wanting to draw too much attention to us. Oh, I could tell that Kristanna wanted to kiss Lindsay right now. Among other things. I could see it in her eyes. "I have to go to the ladies' room for a moment," she soon announced. "Lindsay, would you care to join me?" Lindsay glanced over at me, and I nodded yes. I stood up and helped both of them out of their seats. Kristanna pecked my cheek with a kiss, then turned and seized Lindsay's hand, and escorted her to the washroom on the far side of the dining room. I sat back down and took a swig of my bottled water. 20 minutes later I was starting to wonder if Kristanna and Lindsay were ever coming back to the table. Had they secretly hopped into the _Porsche_ and left me stranded at this glitzy restaurant? Seriously, where were they? Every time another patron looked my way, I felt very subconscious. Was everyone throughout the dining area wondering where they were too? They probably sensed the confusion, the angst, from me. Just when our entrees arrived fresh from the kitchen, Kristanna and Lindsay reappeared at the table. This time, Kristanna sat down next to me, with Lindsay across the way. Hungry, I was very eager to dive right into my meal (selleri og balsamisk epleeddik), a thick, beautiful fillet of skrei (Arctic cod) that was drenched with roasted celery and apple vinegar. On the side, I ordered jordskokk fra Korsvold gård - steamed artichokes nestled in a creamy puree. However, the two ladies had other ideas. "That was incredible, and our precious, little wife here has a present for you, Jeremy," Kristanna said once the waiter had walked away and left us alone with our meal. "Hmmmmm?" I inquired, sampling the succulent cod. Lindsay reached out her right hand and dropped Kristanna's black G-string panties directly in the center of the table. I nearly spit out my food in surprise and quickly pulled the panties down and into my lap, out of sight from any prying eyes. "Girls, what the...?" I exclaimed, but kept my voice down. I stuffed the silky, frilly garment into my inside coat pocket. "You're going to get us into trouble!" Lindsay had a wicked, devious smile across her face, and I wondered even more what she and Kristanna had been up to in the washroom during those 20 or so minutes away. It was not too difficult to put two and two together here, you know. "That's not all, is it?" "No, Krissy. That's not all," Lindsay admitted. She reached her left hand over the table and dropped a pair of red panties next to my drink. Her own panties. Once again I quickly snatched the panties. I turned to look at Kristanna, who smiled at me and slipped her hand into my lap in order to rub my cock. Naturally, I became nervous, and shot quick, furtive glances everywhere, wondering who (if anyone) in the restaurant realized what was happening at our table. I shoved them into my coat pocket alongside Kristanna's panties. Kristanna leaned into me and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Hmmmmm... Lindsay's panties. It did not take a whole lot of effort for me to get them off of her, either." "You and Lindsay? In the... ladies' room?" I scoffed. Kristanna giggled and smiled at me yet again. "Oh, Jeremy. It's so incredibly cute just how clueless you are sometimes!" There it was - that classic, famous blush from Lindsay. "Tell Jeremy what you made me do in the ladies' room, Krissy." "Initially, I told Lindsay to stand in front of me and rub her little pussy. I don't know what it is, but I absolutely love watching other girls masturbate. You know that, Jeremy. She rubbed herself until her panties were soaking wet and, while she was doing that, I joined her. I had Lindsay drop her panties and turn around, and show me her ass. She had some faint hand prints and welts on her ass from this morning - apparently, Amy gave her a good, old fashioned spanking." My heart beating wildly, I glanced over at Lindsay, who blushed once more and then cast her eyes downward. "Amy said I was a bad girl, and that I deserved it," she mumbled. Kristanna grinned and slid her hand to my thigh. "Then I had Lindsay drop to her knees as I sat on the edge of the counter-top sink. She took off my own panties, and began kissing my thighs. Jeremy, I couldn't resist. I made her kiss my toes and lick my arches, a little foot fetish work, and as she made her way up my thigh, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her to lick my pussy until I orgasmed." Kristanna sighed and shook her head. "It was incredible." Oh. My. God. My two wives were behaving like a pair of drunk college co-eds who would remember none of this in the morning. How could they be doing such wild and outlandish things in a sophisticated and classy restaurant like this? Was this Kristanna's idea of letting loose and having fun? A night away from the kids, our family life? Was this what they meant when talking about taking risks? "I was scared someone may walk in and see us," Lindsay offered. "But once I started eating Krissy, I was not about to stop until she came. That pussy is too yummy." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Too yummy?" Kristanna pressed her right hand upon my shoulder. "We both agreed it would have been so much more fun, Jeremy, if you were there with us too. That you joined us." "I really wanted to suck on your cock," Lindsay admitted. Kristanna held back a playful chuckle and leered at me. "We're going to rip you apart once we get home. You know that, right? Lindsay and I are gonna tear you to shreds." "Maybe even before!" Lindsay suggested. Needless to say, I struggled through dinner, convinced that I was going to have a massive orgasm of my own as Kristanna periodically rubbed my cock under the table in an effort to keep me good and hard. At the same time, Lindsay toyed with my leg with her foot, torturing and teasing it to no end. The girls constantly giggled and flirted non-stop. Was the food delicious? Did it taste good? I honestly have no idea, because I was so preoccupied elsewhere. I was so hard, so ready, and just wanted to pounce on both of them. Picturing Lindsay orally servicing Kristanna in the public washroom of this very restaurant sent my mind into overdrive. The entire dinner seemed like a test of willpower for me. How long could I last before losing my mind? I thought our check would never come, but when it did, I did not even bother to look at it. I had 20,000 Norwegian Krone in my pocket (or about $2,300 USD) and knew that it would be more than enough to take care of the check. I tossed the money clip on top of the check and told both of my wives that we were leaving. I also realized that money clip had been in the same pocket with Lindsay's panties, and the remnants from when she soiled herself in the washroom by masturbating were still very evident on the cash. Hmmmmm... I suppose that I will never have the courage to show my face at _Maaemo_ again for fear of embarrassment. "I want to sit up front with Jeremy!" Lindsay whined in the parking lot, even stomping a high-heel on the pavement in frustration, after Kristanna suggested it was her turn. "No, I want to sit up front with Jeremy," Kristanna insisted. "You got to do it on the way here, honey. Now it's my turn to do it on the way back home." "No!" Lindsay complained. "You got to rub and play with his cock during all of dinner by sitting next to him inside. It isn't fair, because you'll do the same thing in the car!" Kristanna smiled and relented, and found a solution for the problem as was the norm for her. "Okay, honey. Why don't we both sit in the front seat with Jeremy? It will be cramped in that little _Porsche_ of his, but you sit in the middle, and I will sit in the passenger seat." Lindsay giggled and crinkled her nose at Kristanna. "Sit between the two of you? On the gear shift? The cup holders?" I barely got the car out of the parking lot before Lindsay had unzipped my trousers and fished my hard, aching cock out. Squished in directly beside me, with Kristanna on the opposite side just as close, Lindsay's blue eyes sparkled and she seemed incredibly happy giving me a brisk, thorough handjob. "That evening gown is so gorgeous on you, baby," Kristanna commented to Lindsay, eyeing her from head to toe in the red dress. "Hmmmmm... I think you need to dress up more often." "I actually felt overdressed tonight," Lindsay admitted. "The dress felt like way too much. I guess I'm not used to wearing something like this is all." "Don't worry, baby. You'll be out of it soon enough." "Hmmmmm," Lindsay moaned. "I like the sound of that!" Her left hand still pumping and squeezing my erection, the 22-year-old used her right to reach over and palm Kristanna's taut, smallish breasts through the lovely gown that she wore. Kristanna, in turn, responded by peeling back the long hem of Lindsay's dress, and then massaging her upper thigh. My body was tense, and ragged. So were all of my nerves. As I drove along the downtown streets of Oslo, trying to make it to the main highway, I knew that it was my job as the driver to make sure all of us returned home safe and sound. It was incredibly difficult to concentrate on driving with Lindsay giving me a handjob while she and Kristanna caressed and played with each others' bodies at the same time... "Can't you girls wait until we get home, at least?" Kristanna huffed and sighed at me. "Oh, Jeremy! You're always looking to ruin our fun!" "I don't want to get pulled over by the police, or worse, get into an accident." "That's not going to happen!" Lindsay assured me, before glancing over at Kristanna. My two wives kissed each other flush on the lips. "What do you think, Krissy? Jeremy is really sort of tense, on edge. He needs to loosen up." "Definitely." "I know just the solution." I growled as Lindsay bent over next to me and kissed the very tip of my cock with her lips. "Honey, stop!" I tried to protest, but it was in vain. Her tongue lashed itself over and across the length of my shaft as her fingertips kneaded my testicles. The two ladies did some maneuvering in the front seat, and Lindsay found the most comfortable position for her was lying on her stomach, her blonde head over my pelvis, and her sweet, little ass over Kristanna's lap. I thought I would lose my mind as Lindsay's head started to bob up and down as I drove along the busy street. "That's it, baby!" Kristanna encouraged her, rubbing her ass at the same time. "Suck it! Take him balls deep!" Lindsay literally inhaled my cock with one full swoop, my moans and groans becoming much more prevalent now. She was deep throating me, and increasing the (already intense) suction and pressure simultaneously. At any moment, I knew that I could blow my load right down her throat. I looked over at Lindsay's twisted body along the front half of the car as she squirmed and writhed about in sheer ecstasy. Kristanna only added to the moment by offering Lindsay's ass some swift, hard swats with an open palm. I glanced at the top of Lindsay's blonde head as she continued to force her face down, taking all of my cock with every stroke. Lindsay kicked off her high-heels as she propped her knees up on the armrest of the passenger side door. Kristanna grabbed one of those pretty, little feet and brought it to her mouth, and began to kiss and nibble away on its sole and all of her toes. Once I slowed to a stop at a red light, I placed my right hand on the back of Lindsay's head and forced her to hold me deep in her throat. So much so, she began to gag. My lust was at a fever pitch, so I grabbed a heavy clump of her hair and yanked up and down repeatedly, allowing my cock to fuck that pretty face of hers. With the light still red, I let myself go, and shot a thick and gooey stream of sperm from my cock directly into her hungry, awaiting mouth. It was blindingly quick and sudden, and very satisfying. In the aftermath, I felt very weak and more than a bit lightheaded. Lindsay finally raised her head from my lap as the street light switched to green. My cum was splattered all over her face, actually, and seeping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at me. Kristanna was laughing beside us. "You okay to drive?" "Yeah, I think so," was my response. But then, Kristanna noticed all that cum on Lindsay's face. And probably thought her mouth was sloshing full of it. So, Kristanna quickly pulled Lindsay over to her, so she was seated in her lap, and smashed her mouth to hers for a deep, passion-filled kiss. Kristanna craved the taste of my semen much more than any of my wives did (and that was saying something, actually), so she was quite greedy and selfish in extracting whatever juices she could from Lindsay's mouth. She even licked her face clean like it was an ice cream cone. Lindsay glanced my way for an instant and giggled, then re-focused upon her wife. "I think that blowjob loosened Jeremy up. A bit, at least." "You need to get us home," Kristanna told me, before bringing Lindsay's lips back to hers for yet another kiss. The two ladies hugged and clutched, breathing hot and heavy, as each did their best to devour the other with hot, raging kisses while I merged onto European Route 18, and headed home. * * * "Everyone in the family knows that she loves to suck cock," Kristanna said to me once we had returned to the sanctuary that was our mansion, obviously referring to Lindsay, "but what makes this girl special is that she loves to lick pussy, too." It was sometime past 9:00pm and while it was safe to assume that all of the kids were down and out for the night, the three of us played it safe anyway, ducking into the spa and exercise room that was adjacent from the main garage on the lower level of the estate. Certainly, we did not want Piper or Dani Grace to happen upon us in one of the more common areas of the house. Kristanna and Lindsay had been in contact with Devon via texting for most of the evening, as it was her duty to watch after Kaden, Ariel and Kaylee. Devon texted them an hour ago and said all three little ones were already sleeping, so that gave Kristanna and Lindsay the freedom to let loose even more. Plus, Pamela's family was still visiting and staying with us even though the Christmas holiday had passed. They were waiting until Peyton was born until they returned to Maryland. So, we had to be careful where we chose to play our sexual games. I felt pretty secure in Trish's personal weight room. "And you did such a good job licking my pussy at the ladies' room in the restaurant," Kristanna added, grinning at Lindsay who, by the way, was already out of her elegant red dress. She stood before Kristanna in a silky black bra and a matching garter belt. Her panties, remember, were in my coat pocket. "Why don't you get on the weight bench, honey?" Kristanna suggested. "Yeah, that's it. On your hands and knees, on the weight bench. Yeah, baby... get that ass up in the air. Oh, that little ass of yours is so precious!" Kristanna reached into her purse and pulled out a long, thin dildo. Wait a minute. She kept a dildo in her purse? Regardless, Kristanna slapped it across Lindsay's upturned ass and then rubbed its tip along her anus and her pussy. Lindsay dropped her forehead to the weight bench and arched her back up even higher, giving Kristanna total access to whatever she wanted to do to her. Kristanna slid the thin, obscene dildo into Lindsay, and stuffed it deep. "Jeremy needs his cock sucked again." Lindsay's head shot up at those words, and she nodded at Kristanna in agreement before turning her attention to me. My trousers were long gone by now, so I moved over to her without a word and plugged that sweet, indelible mouth full. I tossed my head back and sighed as Lindsay began greedily sucking and slurping away upon my shaft. Kristanna was driving the dildo back and forth now, pushing it deeper into Lindsay with every forward thrust. "Yeah, that's it, baby. Suck that cock! Suck that cock, while I fuck your little pussy. Or better yet..." Kristanna pulled the dildo, which was slick and glistening now, out of Lindsay's pussy and positioned its tip at the very entrance to her anus. "Oh God, Krissy," she moaned. "Please!" Kristanna massaged Lindsay's tight, puckered anus with two fingertips, and soon those hips were churning hard against the intrusion. "Do you want me to fuck that little ass of yours?" "Yes!" "Keep sucking Jeremy's big cock like a good girl should," was Kristanna's only demand, as she applied a healthy coating of lubricant to the dildo, "and I'll fuck your ass." Lindsay became totally ravenous as her head bobbed wildly on my erection, her blonde hair whipping about, but soon pressed hard against the dildo as Kristanna began to sink inch by glorious inch into her rectum. Lindsay let out a wild squeal and my gaze, despite the wondrous cocksucking, was fixated on her ass. Not only was Lindsay getting fucked by the dildo, but she was fucking it back. "You like that, baby?" Kristanna teased. "Yes, Krissy. More! PLEASE, OH GOD... MORE!" Lindsay clenched both fists and punched at the open air, reveling in the pain and pleasure of the moment, as the dildo was fully inserted up to its wide, flared handle in her rectum. Kristanna, with her lacey black gown still on, leaned across the weight bench and jammed her tongue into my mouth for a hot, torrid kiss. I gave her back just as much as she took. "Fuck me, Krissy!" Lindsay begged. "Harder!" I reached down with both hands and cupped either side of Lindsay's head, aiming to focus and concentrate on the willing sheath that her mouth was for my hard cock. I thrusted into her mouth with the fury of a warrior, intent on conquering it, and the sensations felt so divine. My cock rammed hard against the back of her throat with short, rapid thrusts. "Open," I said, and Lindsay obediently relaxed her throat, letting her jaw go as wide as it could when I pushed to delve even deeper. I gradually fed her the full length of my shaft, until I was directly up against her lips and nose. My testicles burned hot and tight against her chin, but I held myself deep and still, preventing her next breath while Kristanna picked up the pace with the dildo, frantically working on her ass. I pulled out momentarily, allowing Lindsay to gasp and choke and catch her breath, before demanding again, "Open." Lindsay opened wide, but closed her eyes to fully appreciate and savor both the pleasure and discomfort of my full, deep glide into the very back of her throat again. When I glanced over at Kristanna, she simply nodded her head. It was time. "I am going to fuck you in the ass, Lindsay," I told her. I said nothing else, but let my fist - as it grabbed a clump of Lindsay's hair - issue the orders for me. I pulled my young wife off of the weight bench and bent her over, forcing her to crawl on her hands and knees toward the floor pillows in the corner of the exercise room. Once there, I released her, and even pushed her down further. I got into position behind Lindsay, on my knees, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing hard and prying her cheeks wide apart before abruptly releasing her. "Oh my God!" Lindsay wailed out because no sooner than I touched the puckered rim of her anus with my finger, I shoved my cock inside of it. Just one shove. One was more than enough. In other words, I did not even thrust. I simply forged my cock as deep as it would go and held it there. My voice was low when I leaned down and spoke just behind her right ear. "Whose ass is this?" "Yours!" she cried out. "Oh God, it's yours! All yours!" Arousal pulsed throughout me, hotter and hotter, tighter and tighter, the sensation of being so fully embedded within my darling Lindsay too great to be put into words. She moaned, arching her ass higher against me, silently pleading with me to begin thrusting and take what was rightfully mine. I slapped her backside, just once, and sighed deeply. Suddenly, I had a singular perspective - Lindsay's ass was amazing. It had always been amazing, frankly, but now it was impossible to tear my eyes from. The desire to kiss, suck and gently bite those firm, tight globes made my mouth water. The need to slap, spank, grip and caress made my hands itch. But above all else, I took pride in the fact knowing that gorgeous little ass of hers was all mine. The interactions I had with my collection of wives varied greatly. When it came to sexual play, in particular, Lindsay was very submissive and enjoyed being treated a bit harshly. I was more than happy to oblige her and become dominant, at least temporarily. Amy was the same way when she was with me. She loved the rough stuff; a walk on the wild side. On the other hand, a wife like Trish - and Scarlett - had zero interest in a harsher, more physical style of sex. They preferred things slower and much more romantic, and of course, I did everything I could to make them happy. I found equal pleasure with both styles, though they were vastly different. Kristanna was a dizzying mix of nearly everything, except for the fact that she took orders from no one. Kristanna had a dominant, loving side to her personality, but in no way, shape or form could she be described as any bit submissive. Romance? Rough sex? Tender hugs and kisses? A double- or triple-penetration? Kristanna could adapt to anything, like me. But I could never envision myself putting her over my knee, and spanking her. That was just not going to happen. "Strip," I told Kristanna regardless, and I meant business. She knew it, too, standing off to the side and fondling her breasts through her black dress as she watched me violate Lindsay from behind. "Or I'll strip you down myself." Kristanna hesitated, surprised I would use such a tone with her (of all people), but peeled out of her scant gown. I pointed at her black bra, motioning for her to remove it, and she did. I then held out my hand and she clung to it as I pulled her down onto her knees beside me. Kristanna was a beautiful woman, tall and willowy, with a swimmer's build. An athlete's build; like a star volleyball player. Better yet, she reminded me of a world-famous runway model. I reeled Kristanna in even closer, capturing her luscious mouth with a dark and possessive kiss. "Please fuck me, Jeremy," Lindsay begged, dragging those dream-haunting blue eyes to look back my way. She wiggled her ass against my pelvis and added with a whimper, "Hard." God, those needy cries. That whiny mouth. Lindsay was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, ever held, ever pinned up against the wall, and the overwhelming urge to finally give her what she desired became a need too great to think beyond. I moved my hands up to Lindsay's ribcage and in one quick, blinding move, I flipped her upward and slammed her belly-up against the wall and covered her back in an instant. Somehow, my cock stayed nestled within the tight, restricting confines of Lindsay's anus the whole time. I proceeded to kiss her, my senses hungrily filling with the smell and taste of her - her shoulder, her neck, her hair. I sucked Lindsay's earlobe into my mouth and the whole of her hot, little body writhed and wriggled against mine, her gasps becoming more and more wanton as I nipped more urgently. "Yes, yes!" Lindsay scraped the wall, raking at the paint with her long fingernails, as I began to thrust in and out of her rectum at a steady pace. "Please, Jeremy, fuck! PLEASE!" I was willing to go slow and build up to a crescendo, but all of that ended when she jammed her hips back after I had nearly pulled out, and impaled herself on as much of me as she could possibly get inside her. The ensuing animalistic grunt of pain and pleasure from her was my absolute undoing. I surged into Lindsay after that, slamming her front against the wall until my pelvis was continually slapping against her ass and she was flat against the paint, unable to find the leverage to thrust back any further to meet me. Somehow, I had to get even deeper. Perhaps a better angle? Hooking an arm around her waist, I jerked Lindsay away from the wall and threw her down over the collection of cozy floor pillows in the corner. I grabbed her hair, earning another animalistic cry when I yanked her head back and slammed into her ass again, as hard as I possibly could, all the way up to my aching testicles. My hot, aching testicles. I did not stop. The tight heat of Lindsay's body amplified the burn in my testicles until seemingly every last nerve ending had been seared. Cooked to a charred crisp. Still I pressed onward, taking her until we were both shouting, both burning, both shuddering one right after the other in fiery convulsions so agonizing that it was hard to believe they could be orgasms. Dual orgasms; Heaven and hell, intertwined. With a deep, ragged breath, I slipped out of Lindsay's ass and toppled over onto the floor, on my side, and eventually rolled onto my back. Everything went hazy and I felt quite disoriented for a moment or two, my body, my libido, spent. My angel of mercy, though, helped bring me back to reality. "You okay, Jeremy?" Kristanna asked, seated on her knees, hunched over and gazing down at me. "Oh my God, that was pretty intense." She massaged my neck and shoulder with her right hand. My flesh still hummed, my pulse raced, even after the last of the orgasmic waves had faded. "You okay, baby?" Kristanna then turned and focused on Lindsay. "How about you? Was that too rough? We didn't hurt you, did we?" "It can never be too rough for me," Lindsay responded. "Jeremy? You okay?" Kristanna was genuinely concerned for me. I _was_ getting older and, needless to say, my back was not in the best condition. "You fucked her pretty hard..." "Yeah," I sighed, totally breathless, my voice frail and weak, "and I need to do the same to you next." And with that, Kristanna laughed with pure delight, content that I was safe and sound, and the world was not going to end. Or something like that. And then, she kissed me. Kisses like this should definitely be illegal. Her mouth was so warm and soft, velvety even. When she nibbled at my lips, coaxing me to open to the first sweet invasion of her tongue, I felt my toes instantly curl up tight within my socks. Kristanna made the softest sound, a faint moan, but it made me shudder. Funny, how someone so slender and fragile as Kristanna could so easily shake someone as big as me. Kristanna ended the kiss and gazed down at me. "I love it when you come apart like this, Jeremy." She splayed her hands on my chest, dragged them down my sternum, and traced languid circles around my abdomen. "The whole night has been an adventure for you. For us. I hope you had fun." I received another mind-blowing kiss, but this time, it was from Lindsay. She had suddenly reappeared, draping her arm across my neck and shoulders, and eagerly swept and stroked at my mouth with her tongue. "Jeremy." My name came out like a warm brush of wind once the kiss ended as I managed to slide an arm around Lindsay and hold her lovingly. She felt so good - too good to pull away. I leaned forward and pecked her forehead with a kiss. "Lindsay." I swallowed hard. She took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked, stealing my ability to think. "Yeah?" was her whisper as she dropped her hand to my chest and stroked it gently. "Do you have any idea how much I love you?" A smile formed on Lindsay's lips as I spoke those words. "I love that you want to help your family. I love that, despite what Alison did to us, you still care about her, worry for her safety. I love that you hold your dad's memory in such high, lofty regards. I love that you take care of others; the way you are around our daughter, and all of the other children." I kissed her neck and nuzzled myself just a bit closer to her. "And I love the way you feel when you're in my arms." "Oh God, Jeremy..." Any mention of her father, and Lindsay quickly became emotional. It never failed. Not to be outdone, Kristanna lowered her lips to my chest and pressed wet kisses everywhere. She even wedged herself between Lindsay and I, soon placing the side of her face upon my chest and tenderly rubbing Lindsay's simmering ass with her right hand. I looked across the way at Lindsay and offered a smile as she and Kristanna shared a kiss of their own, my mind drifting to just how far all of us had come in the past three and a half years. So much had changed. So much had fallen into place. Everything had led us here. After decades of loneliness, I had finally found my home. My family was complete. And I was so very lucky. "I want to lick your pussy again, Krissy," Lindsay purred, which made me growl with a newfound sense of arousal. Oh my; these two hellcats weren't finished yet? "After that, we can work on getting Jeremy hard again so he can fuck you too..." <<<- End of Chapter 17 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 6: Sanctuary" (c) 2017 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!