Pixie
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Chapter 35: Soccer Mom
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 35: Soccer Mom - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
The draft contract for the sale of Design Software arrived by email on Wednesday morning. The document was forty-five pages long and had obviously been written by a team of British lawyers.
I had lined up the law firm that SPT routinely used to review the document and recommend any changes that we didn’t like being the sellers of the small software firm. Wyatt Early was the lead attorney on the task.
Wyatt called me on Friday. “We’ve reviewed the contract and have very few changes to recommend. This document was written almost biased towards the sellers. Even the follow-on consulting is optional and your discretion; you are not obligated to perform beyond a solid handoff to Thames Software – their technology arm. The minimum rate they specified was outstanding as far as we’re concerned. They must really like you folks.”
He went on, “We had the deal reviewed by our CPAs too. You’ll lose a large chunk to taxes, as you probably knew – about $10 million to the Feds, and around $1.6 million to the State of Ohio. That was about as good as they could configure the deal, given that it’s a lump-sum ‘take it and run’ payment – as you told me on Wednesday. Overall, we agree. Take the money and settle before they change their mind. You’ll also be able to make a bundle on the consulting, if you want.”
The minor changes were accepted by Jane’s VC firm and their lawyers without comment. I was wondering if we were missing something here, given how easily and rapidly this deal was going through. We executed the deal on Friday morning in Wyatt’s office, signing back and forth and emailing signed and witnessed pages back and forth to the standards of both country’s legal professions. A wire transfer of $45 million to the DDS account was immediately made.
Katie oversaw the encrypted virtual private network transfer of the uncompressed code for the design software to Thames Software, the designated recipient of the software in the contract. It took four tries over two hours for the 80 million lines of code to go through without unresolvable errors.
That same afternoon, Mel also wrote out the checks for estimated tax payments to the IRS and the Ohio Department of Revenue. We also gave out special termination bonuses to each of DDS employees. They would no longer work for DDS. Thames Software hired all of them as employees, particularly the customer service group that would be handling the legacy system for three years or more.
The net of the deal for the ‘family’ – Mel and Katie, fundamentally, was about $32 million in cash. That money got split into four investment accounts at different brokerage firms immediately with investment instructions that we’d also arranged over the past week. We retained $2 million cash as ‘mad money’. We used half of that to pay off the mortgage on the house. Katie also oversaw the cash purchase of her mother’s home, a move that also had some tax implications for her mom, but that left her well-off financially and living in the same house. Mel did something similar for her parents, and then for David and Joyce, my parents...
That Friday night, the family sat around just about numb with disbelief at what had transpired over the past two weeks since Jane had flown in to visit. We went from muddling along with our routine expenses to suddenly being very well off. The new CPA that we got through the law firm thought that with prudent investments and expected growth, we could draw a couple of million a year and not impact the principal. That money put us in pure dream territory.
Tracy was part of the DDS team that got a special termination bonus of $500,000. She was aghast at the amount, but took it. The tens of thousands in student loans she’d accumulated working towards her bachelor’s degree were terminated for starters. The school was amazed at her apparent windfall, but never got an explanation of where the money came from – a really good ‘summer internship’.
Despite the temptation to quit working for SPT and just live off the new family money, I stayed on, but further reduced my stress with another couple of hires. I resolved to spend more time with Ashley and Catrice – at that time ages seven and five.
Spring soccer was the big attraction in the community for girls those ages. Of course, they were played at the same time at different school fields where they weren’t competing with the ‘big kids’.
I went with Ashley to sign her up for the Rangers – her team that semester. She met her coach, a nice woman names ‘Mrs. Fields’ and one of the referees – ‘Joe’. The first practice was held right after the sign up at the Oakhurst Elementary School north field. Tracy joined me.
Also present for the opening practice of the season were nearly two-dozen other parents, mostly suburban soccer moms. The mode of dress for the events was, of course, team uniforms for the kids, and a wide range of dress for the adults – everything from sweats to yoga pants to sophisticated office wear, even though it was a Saturday morning.
As a man at the events, I was a rarity. As a woman at the event, a twenty-two-year-old Tracy was even rarer. I think all the other women were in mid- to late-thirties or even slightly older. This group had put off having children to start their careers. If Tracy was Ashley’s parent, she would have had to become pregnant at about age fourteen, a speculation that made the soccer moms look at me with great curiosity.
Tracy and I were slightly romantic at the practice as we watched the kids learn about how to handle a soccer ball and learn some rules of the game. She often stood in front of me and pulled my arms around her. I’d nuzzle in her hair and kiss the side of her face like that. We were clearly a romantic event.
Katie went with me to the next practice. I think the other soccer moms relaxed more about me being with someone closer to my own age, and probably wondered who I’d been with at the first practice. Katie and I were obviously romantic and family with each other. Further, Katie was beginning to wear maternity clothes, so chalk that up for some kind of public statement.
Mel was at the next practice, and again demonstrating the family nature of Ashley’s support. The questions about my fidelity and magnetism seemed to get raised again in the public setting of the school field. We speculated about what the questions might be as I also held her and whispered in her ear.
Just for fun, Mackenzie went with me a week later, since Carson had told her to go do something fun. She chose soccer so she could see what she had instore for herself. Of course, by then she was also showing her baby bump. I was very familiar and slightly romantic with her too, and we kissed with a few other PDAs as the kids frolicked on the field and tired themselves out.
The next week I went to Catrice’s practices with Mel. Gary then ‘sat in’ at Ashley’s practice with Tracy that week just to spice things up. Mel preferred being at the younger girls’ practice, because when she was with the seven- and eight-year-olds, some of them were nearly as tall as she was wearing her athletic shoes. One of the coaches teased The Pixie about joining the team. Because we were walking around on grass so much, she had been wearing Nikes instead of her usual five-inch heels.
Catrice’s practices were a laugh, because I think the kids hadn’t figured out what the game of soccer was about – ball in the big net. All the players were delightfully spastic and ill-coordinated, to the point of laughter, as in ‘swing a foot at the ball and fall down’. I noted that a few of the other soccer moms there also had children at Ashley’s field.
We rotated our attendance at the Monday, Thursday, and Saturday practices and games. Soccer in our town was a serious event, even for the young kids. The league ‘games’, such as they were, were held on every other Saturday. Those were a hoot, with the players displaying the raw emotions of boredom, confusion, enthusiasm, empathy (for the other team), and competitiveness. Mostly, I think the kids at this age were bored and confused about what they should be doing.
I kept showing up with different women that I was obviously intimate with, and occasionally two of them at the same time. We began to make sure we were demonstrably affectionate so that the other moms would question just what our relationships were.
Throughout all that, we were not standoffish. We chatted with the other parents that were at the practices and games. We just didn’t volunteer or advertise our poly relationship.
Also, everyone had rings on indicating marriage or engagement – something serious. As a group we became mysterious. I wondered which, if any, of the other soccer ‘moms’ would ‘break’ first and just have to know how we were all connected. As I’d told some other friends, we didn’t advertise or proselytize, but did answer questions.
Helen Olsen, Meghan’s mother, broke first. I’d already put her in my top three of curious spectators at the kid’s soccer. She often gravitated over to say hello or comment on what was going on, and each time she seemed to take a careful look at me, whoever I was with, our rings, and study our behavior – including things like holding hands or sneaking affectionate kisses.
Over time, most of the spectator crew had done simple introduction to each other, and identified which of the children on the field they were affiliated with. Ashley had the largest group of supporters.
Helen finally asked Katie as we stood together one early-May afternoon, “Errr, how long have you two been married?”
Katie responded cryptically, “Well, we’re not married but we have lived together for the past three years, and known each other for years before that.” She then pointed and redirected the conversation to something happening on the field with the kids.
Three-days later, I stood with my arms around Mel as we watched Ashley and her teammates practice dribbling a ball through a maze of orange cones set up on the field.
Helen was beside us again with the same question to Mel, “How long have you two been married?”
Mel smiled and said, “Almost nine years now – two kids and two other wives along the way.” Before continuing, she said, “Oh, look, their doing ‘stop and turn’ drill with the balls now.” Helen looked interested and confused.
At the game on Saturday, I had Tracy and Mackenzie with me, with my arms wrapped around both when Helen came up. She asked young Tracy, “Are you one of Doug’s wives?”
Tracy nodded enthusiastically, “Number three, if we were counting – the newest, I guess.” Mackenzie leaned around me and said, “I’m considered wife number four, I suppose.” She drew back and went back to being a spectator.
Helen looked at me, “What do you do?”
I think she meant, ‘What do you do to deserve four wives?’, but I answered the more benign question: “Well, I’m in real estate property management you could say. We buy properties and either manage them – renting out apartments or commercial space, or we fix them up and flip them. Been doing that for over ten years now, since I was a student at OSU.”
Helen went back to her intended question, “I mean to have ... four? ... wives? I assume you live together? How’s that work?”