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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 06: "Procreator"
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-*- Saturday, October 8, 2016 -*-
-*- The Island -*-
The problem with a romantic, moonlit stroll on the beach
alongside a beautiful woman, the way I saw it, was that it was
so incredibly easy to lose track of time and place. One minute,
I was gazing out over the Pacific Ocean and wondering what
great fortune I possessed to have this specific woman at my side
and in my life, and the next, Amy and I were back up at the
mansion and everything was quiet for the evening. Still, Amy's
hand felt perfect in mine, my thumb rubbing hers gently.
Amy commented that she was tired - exhausted, really -
following yet another eventful day here on the island. After
checking on our 14 month old daughter, Danielle (Dani) Grace,
one more time (she had to be snug and secure in her crib, and
of course happy), Amy and I retired to the master bedroom alone
together for the evening. The bed itself was perfectly soft,
the sheets were comfortable, nor was I too hot or too cold -
but I simply could not sleep. Amy, however, was out like a
light next to me. Indeed, she had been through a lot today.
I watched my 34-year-old wife for a moment or two. Her
breasts rose and fell smoothly with every breath and her red
eyelashes stayed closed. She smiled softly in her sleep and,
every so often, would murmur a name - whether it be mine, or
one of her many wives. Most of the time, though, it was mine.
I thought of it as a testament to how much she loved me. Amy
looked so adorable and content in her polyester crossback
tank-top, the word ANGEL etched across its front, and a pair
of matching gray sleep pants, that I dare not wake her.
I closed my eyes for a bit, trying to fall into a peaceful
slumber of my own, but it was not going to happen. I felt a
burst of energy and it was clear that I would not be falling
asleep for another hour or two. But I had no intentions of
getting out of this bed. None whatsoever; not with the lovely
and vivacious Amy snuggled in my arms, being able to luxuriate
in the warmth of her firm body and the softness of her skin.
My mind began to drift, and I thought of the day's events.
"If you poke him, he'll get mad!"
Around 9:00am this morning, following my standard exercise
regime with Trish four hours earlier (and an amazing night
with her), I was back in bed holding a pillow over my tired,
groggy face. I had went back to sleep after an early jog
along the beach, and was now joined by Amy and Dani Grace.
"Poke," Amy chirped, and I felt Dani Grace's tiny, little
finger nipping at my ribcage. Of course, the little angel was
laughing. She thought this was hilarious. "Poke, poke, poke!"
I gave in and sat up, removing the pillow from my face and
glaring down at Dani Grace with a wide, playful smile.
"Now you've done it!" Amy warned her, and Dani Grace hopped
out of the bed with a giggle and wobbled over to the corner
for shelter. "You've made Daddy angry, Dani Grace!" A few
seconds later, however, her focus shifted elsewhere.
"What is that?"
"Ett."
"Hat," Amy corrected her. "That's Daddy's hat. Why don't
you go over and give it to him? Can you say... hat?"
"Ett," Dani Grace repeated, picking up the baseball cap and
dutifully bringing it to me. Ahhhhh, my hometown team - the
Cincinnati Reds - may have finished in last place (again), but
I would forever remain loyal to them.
"That's a good girl!" Amy praised her. "So nice!"
"Thank you," I grinned at Dani Grace, putting the hat on.
"And good morning to you." I glanced up at Amy, who squeezed
my hand lovingly in response. "Good morning to you, too."
"Oh, good morning, Jeremy," Amy nodded. "I thought it was
finally time that you stop being lazy and wake up. Look at
the hair bow I put on Dani Grace this morning. It looks so
cute! I cannot believe how cute it looks on her." Amy's
smile was brighter than the approaching day as she placed an
overflowing tray teetering with hot, steaming food beside me.
"What's all of this?" I asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Breakfast."
"Amy, we're on vacation," I openly chided her, though my
heart was sputtering in spite of my objections. "Don't you
do enough cooking and household chores as it is? Breakfast in
bed? I thought we agreed to keep things simple while here."
"Trust me, we are. It's just scrambled eggs and bacon."
"Breakfast in bed is not simple, Amy. It's thoughtful.
It's... well, it's not simple! It's the exact opposite of
simple actually, it's..."
Amy picked up a piece of buttered toast and jammed it into
my mouth, interrupting me. Dani Grace giggled hysterically.
"Just breakfast," Amy insisted, and I gave in. And ate.
"So have you done this for your wives here, too?"
"Oh no."
I looked at her skeptically in return.
"They at least get pancakes," Amy told me with a grin. "I
keep it simple with you. Just eggs. And bacon." She had a
half-eaten chocolate chip cookie in hand that looked delicious,
but allowed Dani Grace to take a bite out of it.
After breakfast was complete, Amy talked me into taking a
nature walk with her and Dani Grace along the western side of
the island. With Dani Grace strapped to my back and while
holding hands with Amy, I climbed the hill just outside of
the mansion that led to an eagle's eye view of the lagoon
(dubbed, Lindsay Lagoon). The reef lines looking like veins
in marble, Amy took dozens of photographs with her tablet.
The crystal-clear lagoon beckoned me like a giant saltwater
swimming pool with its resident tropical fish and colorful
reefs. Too gorgeous to be real, this had always been one of
my most favorite spots on the entire island. The sand
surrounding the tranquil lagoon was as soft as talcum powder.
Dani Grace was upset that she could not join me, but Amy
explained to her that the water was just too cold for her as
I waded out into the lagoon. I stood there for a moment or
two as Amy and Dani Grace watched me from ashore, soaking in
the beauty of the tropical flowers and idyllic scenery, and
letting my body adjust to the water temperature. Then I
slipped my goggles into place and stroked away from the beach.
Awesome. Ideal. The water felt like silk and, although a
bit chilly, I really did not care. The clarity was endless.
I swam at least two laps around the massive lagoon, my hands
slicing through the water like fins. I rolled my torso with
each stroke, stretching left then right in an endless cycle.
I quickly became lost in the moment. It felt like I was
levitating, somehow suspended, in that lagoon. I was a bird,
a manta, a fish, all rolled up into one. Such serenity....
Undoubtedly the best swim of my entire life, bar none.
Moments later, I knelt in the sand and kept Dani Grace
preoccupied at shore with some seashells as Amy took her
turn in the lagoon. She did not stay for long, but damn it
if Amy did not appear to every bit of an island princess in
her two-piece swimsuit bikini when she emerged from the depths
with water streaming off of her sleek, voluptuous frame. A
supertoned Venus, or perhaps Demeter, goddess of the bountiful
harvest, Amy stepped slowly to shore, stopping to dip and wet
her long-flowing, magma-red red hair back, then rising again,
every square inch of her gorgeous, flawless, beautiful.
Feminine lines, subtle layers of muscle. Or perhaps Amy was
a half mermaid in disguise?
There was a splash elsewhere, and I looked up just in time
to spot a greenish-brown creature that ducked and disappeared.
"Sea turtle!" Amy exclaimed.
Before I knew it, Amy was gathering snorkel gear from her
backpack beside me and then venturing back out into the
lagoon. "Hurry!" she roared, motioning for me to follow her.
But Dani Grace was with me? "Keep quiet in the water!"
I hoisted Dani Grace atop my shoulders, so she was sitting
astride my neck, and I held onto her ankles so no part of her
would touch the water. It was much too cold for her to endure.
Then I went back into the lush lagoon, in hot pursuit of Amy's
ass - err, the sea turtle - and watched as my wife submerged
herself in the water and used the snorkel to breathe.
I ventured out until the water was a good five feet deep,
but chose not to go any further. A bit further out, the
oblong flippers of the sea turtle - which itself was huge -
flickered about as it grazed on wisps of sea grass on the
sandy bottom some ten feet below. Amy floated silently,
watching the creature as it slipped throughout the water.
Turtles would not win any beauty pageants, but there was
something graceful about them all the same. And something
magical about watching one in its natural habitat, untamed.
Dani Grace was babbling and cooing about atop my shoulders,
but I kept my gaze locked in front of me on the lazy reptile
and the almost-mermaid. Amy made little scooping motions
with her hands on the surface below, gliding along in an
effort to follow the turtle as it tried to shy away.
Dani Grace started to become a bit antsy, though, and was
again upset that I would not allow her to join her mother in
the water. Thus, I went back to the safety of the shore,
leaving Amy and the turtle behind.
"It's too cold," I told our daughter over and over again.
"You don't want to freeze, do you, honey?"
A moment later, Amy actually swam over and joined us on
dry land. "That was great!" she bubbled, overcome with sheer
enthusiasm. "What a beautiful creature that turtle is!"
"Beautiful," I echoed, very gently. My eyes rested briefly
on Amy's face, then jumped away, and she caught a breath. I
quickly realized how incredibly close we were.
Close enough that I could reach out with minimal effort
and take her hand in mine. Close enough that our legs could
weave in and out of each others' space if we so desired.
Close enough that if I leaned forward just a tad, we could
kiss. I gazed dreamily at Amy's lips, imagining how sublime
that would be. How soft. How easy...
And then Dani Grace began violently bopping me on top of my
head with both hands, still upset about not being allowed in
the water. And she started screaming. Loudly.
"Dani Grace!" Amy screeched. "Stop that!"
Ahh, parenthood.
Back in the present moment, later that evening, I reeled a
still-slumbering Amy in even closer and lovingly embraced her
upon the bed. I have said this before, but it certainly bears
repeating - Amy had changed so incredibly much (for the better)
in the three-plus years I had known her. So much so, in fact,
that the shift in her personality and demeanor blew my mind.
First off, Amy had become an amazing cook, a great baker
and an all-around culinary genius. No matter if the cupboard
was bare or not, every meal she prepared was delicious and
oftentimes imaginative. Once Amy found the inner peace that
our family provided her, she became more artistic and fun
loving, and certainly more caring. Yet she retained her
adventurous nature in the bedroom, though it was toned down
quite a bit compared to the past. That was perfectly fine;
Amy had found a balance, a perfect (and healthy) mix.
Three years ago, Amy was coming off a string of horrible
relationships, oftentimes with the typical jerk of a guy.
She was generally mistreated and yelled at, talked down to,
in those relationships, and was on horrible terms with her
parents. Life was not happy for her whatsoever. Amy
certainly did not help her cause by cheating on several of
the boyfriends (and her ex-husband) with even worse guys.
Needless to say, Amy was a bit jaded when we first hit it
off. Very defensive and quick to anger over simple things.
Now, though, Amy was an eternal light, a shining beacon of
faith, even in the darkest of situations. She was always
happy and full of zest and energy. Amy's parents were a huge
part of her life nowadays too (they even moved to Norway
earlier this year just to be around her) and, for the life of
me, I rarely found myself angry or feeling down around Amy.
Merely being in Amy's presence, quite simply, made me happy.
"I am grateful that you have been so supportive, but even
moreso, patient with me," Amy told me on our wedding night
two-and-a-half years ago. "You're my real superhero, Jeremy."
Once Dani Grace was born, Amy truly became the wonderful
woman that she is today. The natural instincts of motherhood
took over, along with some good parenting skills imparted to
her by Kristanna and Pamela (and even me!), and Amy quickly
transitioned into undoubtedly an outstanding wife and mother.
I loved Amy more than life itself.
On a side note, Kristanna once told me that quality guys
attract quality girls. There is no two ways around it. Do
you want a top-notch, loving, caring, nurturing, complete
woman who is confident in herself? Be the male equivalent of
that. Be loving, sensitive, encouraging, selfless and secure
in yourself. Selflessness, to me, is the essence of love. I
put the needs of Amy (and all of my other wives) above my own
for no purpose other than I genuinely loved her (and them).
Also, never stop dating your wife. You fell in love like
that and will stay in love like that. I take all of my wives
out for one-on-one time as often as I can. It does nothing
but help solidify and strengthen our marriage as a whole.
Even better, they go out with each other as well.
"You're a knockout," I told Amy over lunch earlier today,
following our nature walk and time spent frolicking in the
lagoon. Amy had on a blue tank-top with a slight dip in the
front as we enjoyed grilled cheese sandwiches in the dining
room. The subtle, sexy hint of cleavage would be my undoing
eventually, a position I had been in many times before.
"Are you sure?" Amy asked. "I feel a little... I don't
know. I don't think blue is my best color."
"I have news for you," I countered, stealing a kiss. "You
look awesome in any color. You're elegant and beautiful. It
is your calling card in life. You're also married to me, and
six other women. It's your right to stand out and look great."
"Okay, note to self - stand out, look great. And what
exactly is your right in life, Jeremy?" Amy seemed amused.
"To be your faithful husband and brooding sidekick."
"You don't brood."
"I know, but I can work on it." My eyes narrowed and I
gave Amy quite the evil glare, to which she giggled.
"How is your back?"
"It hurts a bit after all that hiking and lugging Dani
Grace around strapped to me, but I am used to it by now,"
was my response. "It's nothing I haven't dealt with before."
Amy grimaced. "You seemed to be really hurting, Jeremy,
once we made our way home from the hike. Maybe you need a
back massage? I can get Trish to give you one if you want.
It's her specialty, you know." Amy frowned and added, "I
worry about you. I know your back is in constant pain. I
could have easily carried Dani Grace the rest of the way home."
"I'm fine, Amy," I insisted, though in reality I wasn't.
My back, plagued by degenerative arthritis, was barking at
me right now. But there really was not much that could be
done about it. Thus, I saw no reason to complain or dwell on
the discomfort. There was no point, and I did not want to
bring others down around me. It was something that I would
have to deal with on a daily basis for the rest of my life.
"Just communicate with me more, okay?" Amy pouted. "I
would have gladly carried Dani Grace home."
I grinned at her. "I love communicating with you, Amy.
And doing other things with you."
She giggled once again, but then motioned toward the
aforementioned Dani Grace with her head. Our daughter was
at the dining room table with us, picking at a cup of chopped
apple slices. "You cannot flirt with me, Jeremy, while the
little chickster is around. There will be no more flirting
until she is down for her afternoon nap in a few hours.
Because when you flirt with me... stuff... seems to happen.
Bad back or not for you."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I cannot promise anything."
Amy then shifted her attention to Dani Grace. "Do you
like your chopped apples, honey? Is that a good lunch for
you?" Dani Grace, however, was too busy eating to respond.
"Say... yes, Mama! Hmmmmm, that looks yummy!"
I turned and smiled as a striking blonde entered the
dining room, holding hands with another equally attractive
blonde. It was the two sisters, Lindsay and Alison, a mere
seven days away from their unique wedding here on the island.
Oh, what an awesome and majestic sight; the two of them
together, clearly in love, and very happy.
"Lindsay is now my mortal enemy," Alison proclaimed. "She
is not safe to be around!"
"Correction," Lindsay said, smiling at Alison sweetly.
"You are my enemy, and no one is to trust you."
Amy squinted her eyes at them. "Have you two been going
to war in online games again? Like _Grand Theft Auto_?"
"Lindsay shot me down six times in a row!" Alison laughed,
implying that yes, indeed, they had been playing _Grand Theft
Auto_. Trish was most definitely included, I would wager.
The three of them loved to go on the computer and play games.
"She was even picking me off at max range with a sniper rifle!"
Lindsay broke away from Alison and went over to Dani Grace
at the dining room table. "Hi honey!" she beamed, leaning over,
hands on knees. "What'cha got there? Lunch? Are those...
apples? Can you say APPLE for me?" Dani Grace kept eating,
though she let loose with a giggle (or three) at the funny
faces Lindsay was making at her. "I love you, sweetie,"
Lindsay added, kissing Dani Grace on the forehead and then
returning to Alison and again clasping hands.
"Well, you look cute today," Alison said to Amy, earning a
smile in response, "and you look handsome today," she then
told me, before focusing on Dani Grace, "and you look like a
BIG MESS today!" Dani Grace tossed her food down and giggled
wildly, her face splattered with bits and pieces of apples.
"You need to go surfing with me and Trish, little red,"
Alison then said to Dani Grace, referring to her hair color
(Amy, of course, was big red). "How 'bout it? Say, yeah!"
"Yeah!" Dani Grace squealed.
"What are you two up to?" I wondered.
"Going to have lunch outside at the gazebo with Krissy and
Scarlett," Alison informed me. "Then I will be headed to the
beach with Trish, and we will be going surfing."
"Of course," I chuckled. They went surfing nearly everyday.
"I can sense a chicken quesadilla from the grill calling out
my name," Lindsay said over her shoulder as she and Alison
walked away. "Get together with me and Kaylee later on,
Jeremy?" she added, referring to the daughter I had with her.
"Most definitely," I called out, and then they vanished.
"Lindsay and Alison are fun."
"They are," I agreed with Amy.
"They are so fun and bubbly to be around," Amy mused. "I
just want to kiss and smooch on Ali all night long!"
"Proud of you," I stated, pulling Amy in for another hug.
She did not need an explanation as to why I was proud of her.
Amy already knew. She had made such tremendous strides as a
human being in the three-plus years I had known her.
In the present moment, I took a deep breath and smiled.
Amy's chest continued to rise and fall with a relaxing rhythm
as she slept beside me in bed, her heartbeat pulsing gently in
my ear. I could stay like this forever, with Amy wrapped up
in my arms, perfectly happy. Gentle breezes drifted in from
the open balcony, ripe with a fresh, saltwater aroma.
The routine I had fallen into since returning to the island
for our autumn vacation was that I was going to bed with a
different woman every night. On some nights, it had even been
two. Hey, I had no room to complain. There was no rotation
or set plan in place; each pairing, it seemed, was randomly
decided on a day-by-day basis.
It was the same for the other ladies as well. Tonight,
Kristanna was matched up with Lindsay. Pamela was sharing a
room with Alison, while Devon, Trish and Scarlett had their
own as well. Last night, the pairings were different.
Tomorrow, they would be different as well. Once we returned
home to Norway in a few weeks, things would get back to
normal and all of us would share the same bed on the farm.
Amy shifted beside me, turning her face to the opposite
side. I propped myself up an elbow and lightly kissed her
temple, which brought a tiny smile to her lips. God, I loved
Amy. What would my life be like if she was no longer in it?
Late this afternoon, perhaps around 5:00pm, I sat with
my back pressed against the sun-warmed walls of the outdoor
athletic complex and watched an entertaining game of volleyball
with Amy and Alison on one team, and Trish and Scarlett on the
other. During our vacation to the island, I had my fill of
romantic barbeques thus far, romantic horseback rides, romantic
sailing adventures and romantic strolls underneath the stars.
Now, it was nice to simply kick back and watch four of the
ladies have some fun without me directly involved.
I watched Amy serve. The volleyball flew back and forth
before Scarlett set up a spike that Trish smashed past the
net, scoring a point. Amy served again and, after a quick
exchange, Trish showed off her athletic prowess once more
with a hard, resounding spike. Amy was not very good at
volleyball or sports in general, but it was fun to watch her
bounce and jiggle about whenever she tried to compete. Trish
was great at volleyball, though, but Kristanna (and her tall,
5-foot-11 frame) was even better. Those two on the same team
were unbeatable when matched up against the other ladies.
I opened my laptop and balanced it on my knees. I pulled
up the management system of the farm from back home and tried
to read through the latest reports. Things were finally
starting to look up with me at the helm, as the farm turned a
very slight profit over the summer season. It was the first
cycle that the farm had actually made money with me in charge
since I took it over from Kristanna's father two years ago.
Money was not an issue, of course, but the business shark in
me still wanted to turn a profit with any venture I took on.
Trish and Scarlett, naturally, won the set. The four women
took a momentary break, all of them pouring water over their
lovely faces and halter tops. Ahhhhh, what a visual! There
would be one more set, it seemed, but Alison insisted on
shaking the teams up. She wanted Trish on her side. In other
words, Alison wanted a clean and easy victory.
I gazed past my laptop at the chain link fence separating
the volleyball court from the miniature golf course. I sure
had missed the island in the past couple of years, but it
would always be here, and there would be new memories to
cultivate during subsequent vacations here in the future. I
can only hope that my children one day appreciate the beauty
and serenity of the island much the same way I did.
The women took their places for the final volleyball set.
Trish jump-served and scored. In fact, she made quick work
of Amy and Scarlett, teaming together this round, almost
single-handedly. Alison finally tasted sweet victory.
Amy sat in the sand with a towel over her head, seeming a
bit dejected at her play throughout the series of matches. I
closed my laptop and made a motion to stand up and go over to
her and offer some encouragement, but Trish, Scarlett and
Alison were already there and beat me to it, helping Amy up
and hugging her to them all at once.
A bit later, during our evening trek to the beach, I kept
a protective arm wrapped around Amy's waist. There was no
danger on our private island, of course, but it seemed to be
the proper thing to do regardless. Amy's green eyes were as
big as saucers as she took in the majestic beauty that the
island had to offer. I chuckled at her childlike interest,
pointing out things that I knew she would enjoy.
Located in one of the most remote and isolated places on
the planet, the island basked in the warm waters of the
Pacific, where it was blessed by a tropical sun and cooled
by gentle year-round trade winds that created ideal climate
conditions. Mother Nature had carved out verdant valleys
through the centuries here, hung brilliant rainbows in the
sky, and trimmed the island itself with sandy beaches in a
wide spectrum of colors. All in all, a true paradise.
"I'm having such a wonderful time," Amy said, snuggling up
closer to me as we strolled along the forest pathway that led
to the beach. "Thank you for spending so much time with me
today, Jeremy. It has been really nice."
"You are most welcome," I countered. Dani Grace was fast
asleep now back at the mansion, hopefully out for the night.
Kristanna and Devon promised to keep a watchful eye on her
for as long as Amy and I decided to stay out tonight. If
there were any pressing issues, we were a phone call away.
Between the sound of ocean waves and the inky darkness lit
only by the moonlight and twinkling stars overhead, this
beach seemed to be the ideal location for a little, romantic
walk. We stepped onto it and were immediately serenaded by
the thick, frothy sounds of the ocean.
"Are you cold?" I asked Amy, ready to unbutton my shirt
and wrap it around her if necessary. All she had to do was
say the word. "It can get quite chilly here at night."
"Chilly?" Amy laughed in response. "I don't get cold
unless it's the middle of the winter in Norway." She gave a
playful expression and added, "I'm a polar bear, you know!"
"It is not the cold, it's the humidity." I pointed toward
a thick mist hovering over the water. "You would be surprised
how fast the wind off the ocean at night can make you shiver."
"Not as fast as the snow and an ice storm."
I grinned at her. "I suppose that is true."
"I talked to Mom a little while ago," Amy commented. "She
and Dad, and Kristoff and Rande (Kristanna's parents), took
the boat and spent several hours out on Sognsvann Lake back
home in Norway earlier today." I smiled at the mere thought
of the two sets of parents who got along so wonderfully, as
well as Sognsvann Lake itself, a peaceful, quiet oasis in the
otherwise bristling capital city of Oslo. The four of them
went boating on the lake?
"I trust they had a good time?"
"Oh yes," Amy nodded. "Dad volunteered to buy dinner for
them at _Statholdergaarden_. They were all on their way
there when I was talking to Mom earlier."
"Oh my," I responded. "_Statholdergaarden_? That's quite
the expensive and upscale restaurant." I smiled and added,
"It is good to see that your parents have adjusted so well to
the Scandinavian way of life in the short time they have lived
there. The food, the culture, the people... it is so much
different than being in the United States."
"I love it in Norway," Amy simply said.
Our own dinner, a few hours ago, was somewhat of a family
party at the indoor pool as all eight of the ladies, and all
seven of my children, were present.
"Marco!" Lindsay, a thick blindfold stretched over her
eyes, called out from the middle of the pool.
"Polo!" Kristanna, Devon and Scarlett shouted back, each
of them splashing water in Lindsay's direction.
Pamela and Alison were entertaining a few of the kids with
monster face painting while Trish gave Piper a truly glamorous
makeover. Amy emerged from the kitchen with her famous dolphin
cookies and a _Pac-Man_ themed cake for all to enjoy. Between
dinner itself, the treats afterward, the pool, dancing and
nonstop laughter, everyone certainly had a wonderful time.
"Cookie?" Amy murmured as she and I walked arm-in-arm along
the beach, revealing a plastic bag with several dolphin-shaped
treats before my very eyes. "I saved these from the party.
But, you have to eat them right."
I chuckled at those words. "Eat them right? The way you
showed Kaden and Piper earlier? Please, enlighten me again."
"First, Snorkel the Dolphin enjoys his freedom." Amy
snatched a cookie from the bag and swam it through the air.
"Then you kiss him," she added, even demonstrating for me.
So very cute, albeit strange. "And then..." Amy nipped off
the head. "A very quick and clean, painless death."
"Ritual decapitation is not painless."
"Oh, play along, Jeremy!"
"Okay," I relented. I swam my own dolphin cookie, kissed it
and, after locking eyes with Amy, bit off its head. "I hope
we have that on surveillance camera, sweetheart, because you
will never see me do that again." I munched down the remainder
of the cookie in one, easy gulp, and looked at her intently.
"Never?" Amy pouted, though she was being playful. "Well,
I suppose you can skip the kissing part."
"I'll make a deal with you," I said, pointing toward the
small bag of cookies. "You swim, you kiss, you bite their
heads off. I'll eat what is left."
"Perfect!"
She and I worked through what was left. Amy performed the
childhood ceremony with each dolphin cookie and fed the rest
to me. When we were done, Amy reached up and ran a fingertip
along my jaw. "I'm glad the other girls had no problem with
me spending the night alone with you tonight." Amy sighed
dreamily. "This has been one of the best days I've had in a
long, long time, simply because I've spent it with you, Jeremy."
My heart fluttered in response, my soul tingling. God, I
wish this day would never end. So much of my attention was
split with seven wives (soon to be eight, if you count Alison)
that any solo time with one of them usually turned out to be
something monumental. Did Amy actually realize just how much I
ardently admired and loved her? I had spent nearly the whole,
entire day with her, whether it be alone or with the others
present as well. Oh, I never wanted this day to end!
This particular beach was a golden crescent bordered by
two palm-studded points. The sandy bottom sloped gently to
plunging depths at the bay mouth; the water was so clear that
I had watched it turn from green to blue with my own eyes
many times in the past. The panorama was quite sweeping and
majestic even at night.
"If you could do one thing right now, Jeremy," Amy said
moments later. "I mean, right now, with me. If we could
make one perfect memory to last a lifetime, what would it be?"
I brought my wife's hand to my mouth and gently kissed it.
"Gobble your cookies all night long?"
"I'm serious!" Amy screeched, momentarily upset.
I kissed the center of her palm. "That's a very dangerous
question to ask me, honey. If I could do one thing right now
to make the perfect memory? Especially considering all the
time you have spent in bikinis and skimpy outfits around me
today. That volleyball game was... a sight."
"Please, Jeremy." Amy pulled her hand away. "What would
it be? What exactly is your dream date, anyway? Boat ride?
Diving? Cowboy dancing? Pizza and video games?"
"I don't know. What would you do to make this night
memorable? What is your dream date?" I put my arms around
her. "And please don't tell me that it is cowboy dancing."
"I'm more of a salsa girl myself." Amy giggled and
cuddled closer. "I want to know. What's your idea of the
perfect date? Tell me. Because, right now, you and I are on
a date. That is what this whole day has felt like to me."
"Hmmmmm," I groaned, lost in thought for a moment. "If we
could do anything, go anywhere, except to bed?"
"Except for that." Amy's eyes drifted shut.
Our footprints were following behind us in the sand. The
mighty Pacific was slumbering tonight, the waves nonchalantly
making their way to shore and then quietly fizzling out. The
salt air, the cool tropical evening and the blue moonlight
from above made for an idyllic setting. There was no violence
here. The island was exempt from common world problems.
I then glanced down at Amy and the image nearly sucked all
the air from my lungs. Suddenly, the answer was clear. Amy
was decked out in a simple, flower-print summer dress. Her
red hair was partially clipped back and the rest shimmered
loosely down her back. She wore flip-flops and a solitaire
necklace that Lindsay had given to her as a birthday present.
Amy looked more vibrant, more beautiful, than ever before.
"This IS the perfect date," I finally answered, kissing
the crown of her head. "What we have right here, right now.
The beach, and each other. Nothing could ever top this."
Amy sighed, happy. "Hmmmmm. I agree."
But we did make it to bed this evening after all. Was
there ever any doubt? Amy was fast asleep in my arms and I
debated whether I should wake her or simply let her rest.
Instead, I found myself taking in how unexpectedly peaceful
Amy looked as she slept. Her hair fell delicately down one
shoulder, with one hand tucked in beneath her chin. The
warm, energetic nature I had grown so accustomed to was now
gone and in its place was the face of an angelic girl, curled
against me upon the bed, the covers shrugged to her waist,
the polyester crossback tank-top she wore revealing the smooth
skin of her bare shoulders. Of course my eyes trailed
downward and I breathed deeply at the dip of her cleavage.
I felt warm in the best way possible. It was the kind of
warmth that you want to curl up in and never leave. There
was no need to wake Amy. With a satisfied sigh, I squeezed
her to me and finally drifted off to sleep myself.
* * *
Lightning flared. It seethed and streaked across the sky,
the phantasm-gray mist accompanying it as vile as the devil's
brew. Rain was just pouring from the Heavens. It was so bad
that I could barely see through the plate glass windows here
in the bedroom. But who was I to complain? Certainly not now.
I settled my body into the mattress, hands behind my head,
my eyes half-open. "Alison, wow..." I whispered as my wife's
little sister licked all the way up my shaft from testicles
to its tip, swirling her velvety tongue around again and again.
"You like that?" the 20-year-old teased me, hunched over my
pelvis on her knees and elbows, wearing a very pretty, floral
print dress. Alison looked like a fresh-faced little doll
right now as she performed fellatio on me. "How about this?"
Alison suddenly engulfed my cock into her mouth as far as she
could, pushing her head down until I was lodged somewhere deep
within her throat. The noise I made, a heavy groan, gave her
the confidence to do it again. And again. My thighs clenched
and contracted underneath her hands and she came up for air,
sweeping her blonde hair from her pristine face with a forearm
and wiping her eyes. "Look what happens," Alison added,
meeting my gaze. "I tear up from your huge cock in my throat.
You're so big and thick that you can make a girl weep."
"Fuck," I growled. "Alison." I balled up my fists, but
kept them at my sides. "Do that again."
"Yes, sir," she said in a very submissive tone.
Alison crouched on her elbows and knees, her ass perched
high in the air, head bobbing up and down to take my shaft
into her mouth. When she came up for air again, gasping, I
reached down, unsatisfied, and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Suck, baby," was my simple command.
Alison nodded, wiped her hair away again, took a breath
and bent back down. Her arms trembled under her weight and
her blue eyes were really starting to water from the motion.
Yet out of nowhere, almost as if appearing from thin air,
we were joined by another woman. I did not catch her face.
How could I? Whichever wife it was, she swung one knee
across my head and lowered her pussy to my face so quickly
that I did not get the opportunity to see exactly who it was.
No matter. I fully extended my tongue and began lapping away
at that beautiful, delicious pussy staring me right in the
face as the woman leaned over and got close to Alison.
"He's almost there," Alison swooned. "I'm going to swallow
his cum, but I wish he'd spurt off inside my pussy instead."
Alison giggled and added, "I want to become pregnant, too."
"Such a good girl," the woman encouraged Alison, gently
running her hand across her forehead, and through her hair.
Was that Kristanna? The first two words sounded like her
voice, but the final two were definitely Pamela's. Yet there
somehow seemed to be a mix of Scarlett thrown in there, too.
"Look how hard his cock is getting. That is so hot; I'm
getting so turned on. Don't stop, Allie-gator."
"I could suck on his cock all day!" Alison exclaimed.
"Sweetie, you've gotten so good at that," the woman added.
Again, her voice seemed to fluctuate. Devon? Amy? Trish?
"I'm so impressed. Wow, that's so sexy." Likewise, the
taste of that pussy was intoxicating to me. I could not get
enough of it as my tongue lapped at the gates of paradise.
It was tight, moist and pink, just... perfect.
"Keep going, Alison," I told her. "I'm almost there.
Yeah, that's it. Good girl. Suck the tip now, sweetheart.
Faster. Yeah, that's it." When I felt my entire body begin
to strain and tighten up, I demanded, "Take me deep and suck
me dry," and she did, taking me into her throat as deeply as
she could, my ejaculation pulsing out in a hot explosion.
"Oh God, Alison!" I roared in the midst of sheer, utter
pleasure. Alison did her best to swallow my gooey load but,
soon needing air, she pulled up and gagged instantly. I
felt a second tongue lashing at the rigid length of my cock
as Alison closed her lips over its tip and tried to make
amends. She gagged and choked a second time, but the noise
was more music to my ears than anything else. As Alison
worshipped the head of my cock with her mouth, I felt the
other pair of lips kissing and suckling on my testicles. Oh,
what a feeling! Nothing could beat a dual blowjob.
The pussy that was jammed against my face seemed to vanish,
again just like that, and all I saw was Alison in the bedroom
with me. Was my mind that cloudy and hazy following the
incredible height of orgasm? Why did part of this make no
sense to me? Why the change in voices? Again, no matter.
"I'm going to rinse my mouth and clean up a bit..."
"No, come here," I interrupted Alison, sitting up and
latching onto her wrist.
"But I..."
"I want to see you with my cum all over your mouth, your
face," I demanded, so she faced me, letting me bear witness
to her wet eyes, her sticky lips and chin.
"Open your mouth," I told her and she complied, her eyes
widening with every passing second.
"Fuck," I growled, flopping my head back onto the pillow.
"Seeing you with my cum on your tongue, knowing you took me
into your mouth... good God. Don't wash it off, Alison.
Stay here with me. I want to know that you're lying here in
bed with my cum all over your face and down your throat."
Alison lay beside me, seeming a bit squeamish. "I gagged,
Jeremy. So not happy about that. Lindsay wouldn't gag."
"But it was so fucking hot," I countered. "Hearing you
gag because I shot so much into your mouth? I love it."
And then, the same woman from earlier seemed to reappear.
Almost like a magic trick, popping in and out of reality.
But how? Short and petite, and very blonde, her body a bit
weathered but still incredibly attractive as she stood off
to the side and watched Alison and I cuddle with a huge smile
upon her face. Her... face? Her face! That face!
HOLY HELL!
"You like my daughter sucking your cock, don't you, Jeremy?"
Leslie - Alison (and Lindsay's) 49-year-old mother from Ohio -
purred. What in the hell was she doing with us on the island?
"Hmmmmm, your tongue felt so good on my pussy, too." And why
had I apparently been in the middle of a three-some involving
Alison and her mother? What the...
"Come to bed and join us, Mom," Alison grinned, biting her
lower lip in anticipation. "I'll lick your pussy to warm you
up some more and then Jeremy can fuck you while I watch."
"HMMMMM," Leslie groaned out, quite loudly, her green eyes
suddenly fixated on me. "Sounds good to me, Allie-gator, but
where is Lindsay? I want her in bed with us, too."
"I'm right here, Mom," Lindsay proclaimed, materializing
from nowhere off to the left and wearing one of her saucy,
little cheerleader outfits she had tormented me with so many
times in the past. Was this actually happening? Lindsay
locked eyes with her mother and added, "I want to watch
Jeremy fuck you too, Mom, but only after I kiss you first."
"Hmmmmm," Leslie again moaned, as she and Lindsay descended
upon the bed from either side. The two met just over top of
me, their tongues extended, their lips touching. Mother and
daughter shared a sloppy kiss as Alison looked on, transfixed,
biting the tip of her finger. Leslie ended, "Agreeing to join
your family was the best decision I've ever made, girls..."
And then, it seemed as if a hydrogen bomb went off.
I sat up in bed, my heart racing, sweat just pouring from
my body. Good God; it was the middle of the night. 2:12am,
the alarm clock beside me read. What just happened? Leslie?
What was Leslie doing in my life? Our lives? Leslie had not
even spoken to Lindsay or Alison since they informed her that
they were going to actually marry each other a few months ago.
Leslie was so disgusted with the idea that it turned her away.
Why was I having sex with a mother and her two daughters?
How was it even possible that she was on the island with us?
"JEREMY!" Amy screeched beside me, sitting up in bed and
grasping me from the side, full of concern. "Are you okay?
My God, you're a mess! You're sweating all over!" She grew
even more worrisome. "Do you need a doctor?"
"I..." Suddenly, things began to focus, and reality took
shape. For some reason, I must have been having a dream that
I was receiving that monumental blowjob from Alison while her
mother, Leslie, looked on and encouraged her. I even tasted
Leslie's pussy in the process. Indeed, it was a dream. How
else was Leslie able to fade in and out from my view so easily?
The same for Lindsay, who magically appeared within the dream
at just the mention of her name. Lindsay kissed her own
mother while Alison looked on in wanderlust, and then the
two sisters expected me to mount Leslie and penetrate her?
Unable to see her face at first, I could not pinpoint her
as being Leslie. Especially with the sudden shifts in her
voice. My mind was playing evil tricks with me.
"WHAT IS IT, JEREMY?" Amy demanded, upset, her face racked
with emotion. "TELL ME! Are you having chest pains?"
"No. I'm... fine." I took a deep breath and swiped at my
brow. "Just a... dream. Yeah, a dream."
"A scary dream?" Heh; it was scary alright, but not in
the way Amy was thinking. It certainly wasn't bad. Or was
it? Why the hell was I having a sexual dream about Lindsay
and Alison's mother? In it, Leslie had joined our family?
Aside from a few fleeting thoughts here and there over the
years, I had never looked at Leslie in a sexual light before.
She was my wife's mother, for God's sake! Attractive, too...
definitely a _MILF_. Damnit! Why was I thinking this now?
"Are you SURE you're okay?" Amy insisted, hugging me from
the side and kissing my forehead for emphasis. "I don't need
to go and get Scarlett, do I?" Scarlett, of course, was the
self-appointed doctor for the family. She still maintained
her job as a registered nurse back home in Norway, "You do
seem to be settling down a bit."
"I'll be fine."
Yet in my mind, I was anything but.
I was envisioning the dream continuing - and not cutting
off where it did. I mounted Leslie and gave her everything
I had. Lindsay held her mother's hand and did her best to
muffle her cries and grunts with kisses. Alison was on the
opposite side, her lips attached to one of Leslie's nipples,
her hand on my back and pushing, urging me to thrust harder.
"Lay back down, Jeremy," Amy murmured, "and try to go to
sleep." Indeed, Amy pulled me down with her and nuzzled her
face upon my neck. "I hate having bad dreams." She placed
her hand upon my chest and rubbed, then leisurely trailed it
downward, over and across my abdomen, and beyond. At her most
thoughtful, Amy was trying to get me to calm down and relax.
"Wait a minute," she said, suddenly sitting up. Her hand
had barely brushed my crotch in the most innocent of fashions,
but now she was full-on gripping it. And for good reason,
apparently. "Your cock is so hard, Jeremy. It feels fucking
huge." I gulped my throat in response as Amy demanded, "Why
do you have such a massive erection? What's going on?" She
squinted her eyes at me. "What type of dream did you have?"
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