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Island Fever 6: Sanctuary
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 17: "Carousal"
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             -*-  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..."


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