Pixie
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Chapter 36: Wife Number Five
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36: Wife Number Five - 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
As we came downstairs from my telling the happy ghost story, Helen got embarrassed. I led her right to where Tracy, Mel, and Katie were sitting in the living room. I said to Helen, “Please say again what you just told me upstairs. We don’t hide important things like this here.”
Helen blushed, “I said ... I said that I wanted to be Doug’s wife – wife number five. He’s just so nice, and is so special with the children – all of you are. They obviously love him, even Meghan. He had them all in his arms. It was so tender. He won my heart over.” She patted the area by her heart.
Mel stood and fortunately was wearing her tall heels. She hugged Helen and kissed her on the lips. “Good. We need another wife around here. I like you and think you’ll fit in well. We may take some getting used to, to be honest; so forewarned is forearmed.”
Katie and Tracy were right behind her. I kissed her again, and said that I liked having five wives, although wife number four was actually wife number one to our friend Gary. We all got a laugh on that note.
I also explained about how I frequently saw Mackenzie at work since she was the AA and Chief of Staff for her step-father Carson Steele, the head of SPT that we all tried to keep smiling with what was going on.
Carson knew two important things about my non-work life. First, he knew that I was in love with and loved by Mackenzie, and even that we routinely had sex despite her marriage to Gary. Second, he knew about my polyamorous family and always welcomed them when one of my ‘wives’ came by the office for some reason. I was surprised that he knew them all by sight and by name, even Ashley and Cat.
I sat and pulled Helen against me so I could put my arm around her. She found that comforting, especially that I wasn’t put off by her proclamation. I think she was surprised at the welcome to ‘wifehood’ that Mel, Katie, and Tracy gave her. No one argued. Instead, each said welcome in some way.
Helen was a curvy dark redhead with a smile that could launch skyrockets. She had laughing eyes that drew you to her, but she’d been lonely and that emotion was sometimes hard to find. She was taller than Mel, but shorter than Katie or Tracy. Her long hair came down past her shoulder blades and I’d never seen it styled in anything but a ponytail. Her preferred mode of dress appeared to be tapered slacks, a snug light-colored top that gave some emphasis to her breasts and cleavage, and comfortable runners, plus a jacket if outside on a cool day. She wasn’t into a lot of makeup other than lipstick in a color that complemented her hair. She also liked dangly earrings.
Helen talked about her divorce. Husband cheated, showed no remorse, intended to keep the bimbo he’d found, so moved on. Left Helen scarred emotionally and psychically, and not trusting of men. He’d said a lot of ego-damaging things to her about her deficiencies as a wife and mother.
She said, “You can’t hide anything in this setting, can you?”
I shrugged, “I probably could, but I don’t want to. What would I do? Get another honey on the side? To what end, plus why would I screw up everything that I have here – and I include you in that.
“Personality-wise, I am a ‘what-you-see-is-what-you-get’ kind of guy – at work, at play, and at home. If I did see somebody that I wanted a relationship with outside of here, I know I have the group’s blessing, but they also know that I’d end up bringing that person into the group for all of us to share. Maybe that’s partly why you’re here; I resonated with you from that first Rangers’ practice.”
Mel chimed in, “I bring him playmates too. The last one was somebody I casually met in London at a club there – Jane. They got on and had a good read on each other. Ultimately, Doug helped sell our company to her and her venture capital firm.”
“And you met her in a night club? How fortunate.”
The other women started laughing. Mel admitted, “Well, it was actually a sex club. We were each fucking a couple of men next to each other and started to talk and challenge each other. We traded partners too.”
Helen’s whole body jerked in disbelief at what Mel had just said. “Really? You’re just saying that to tease me.”
Katie, Tracy, and I nodded, and so did Mel. “I need some ‘wild’ every now and then. My family gave me a hall pass to have sex anyway that I found interesting on that trip, so I did. I even had some photos and short video clips that I sent home to let them know what I was up to.”
Mel didn’t seem to be teasing or baiting Helen. If anything, I think she wanted to show her how open and up-front we were with each other, and also how sexually oriented. We’d talked about other parts of our life, but had skirted around the sexual side of our relationships.
Helen turned to us, “And you ... didn’t react?”
I said, “Oh, we had all sorts of reactions.” I chuckled remembering some my feelings at the time; “Many of them resulted in the rest of us making love – having sex. A few emotions made us wonder whether Mel would ever want to come home from the hedonistic pleasures she’d discovered in the European clubs.”
Mel explained with a smirk, “A club in London and another in Berlin, a few days later. Just so you know, I was never tempted to adopt that for the rest of my life.” She laughed, “Although I would welcome a day or so like that every now and then.”
“Sex with strangers?” Helen asked in a slightly shocked tone.
Mel shook her head. “Maybe, but it’s more the unexpected that I seek, if not in what we do. I like the impact of what it is I do and what it feels like. Years ago, I did my first threesome and then involved Doug in my first foursome. That was how he met Katie, by the way. Those events were great and very satisfying to my occasional need for extraordinary. The group sex became normal over time and those events no longer fill that need I have for something extraordinary.”
I spoke up, “Having participated in some of Mel’s adventures, I can attest to their initial uniqueness. For me, however, they are still extraordinary. The four of us living together, having other intimate friends, and the way sex has a dominate role in our thinking and activities, is extraordinary for me on an everyday basis; even though to others that may appear to be our ‘normal’.”
Helen asked Mel, “What will you do next?”
Mel said, “Our British friend Jane is not only a high-powered venture capitalist putting together multi-million-dollar deals, she also works as an escort. She offered me the opportunity to try that, and the next time I’m in London, I’m going to take her up on the offer and see what it’s like.”
“To make money?”
“Not really, although that’s part of the adventure. I want to see how I feel, and yes I know all the other names I can be called for even thinking about such a thing, and even more names for doing it. I don’t care. I’m eager to try.”
Helen turned to Katie and me, “And you’re okay with that?”
I shrugged, “I love Mel and hope her adventures take her where she wants to be. We’re her safety net. My love is unconditional. I feel the same way about Katie, Tracy, Mackenzie, Gary, and ... you.”
“Unconditional?”
“If I say ‘I’ll only love you if you don’t have sex with other men or women’, then I have put a condition on my love. There are other conditions that people have on love to. ‘I’ll only love you if you allow my mother to live with us?’ ‘Or if you do all the cooking.’ ‘Or if you stop drinking’, and so on. The conditions may even be thought to be good ones, but I want to try to live and love with the people around me getting my unconditional love, support, and anything else I can think of regardless of what they do or say.”
“So, if you think one of us had misbehaved, what do you do?”
I laughed, “Well, I certainly don’t stop loving you. We talk. You’ll find that the level of communication in this relationship is much, much higher and more intense than you’re used to. We may be honest to the point of being blunt. We may over-communicate. We deal a lot with expectations – setting them and living up to them. One of the reasons that I didn’t react so much to Mel’s London and Berlin adventures was that I expected something like that to happen. We’d talked about it. The hall pass we gave her was the recognition of that expectation. She didn’t have to fulfill our belief about her behavior, but she knew if she did that we wouldn’t over-react.”
“What does that mean for me?” Helen asked.
“Well, I’m unsure how far you want to take the Wife Number 5 adventure, and that’s why I’m bringing it up right now. Discussing such a topic might be embarrassing to the uninitiated, but we’re used to it. Do you want to make love with me? With Mel or Tracy or Katie? Do you expect some exclusivity? Will you feel possessive? If I make love with another woman, will that upset you? I could go on.”
Helen studied each of us and we were each looking at her awaiting her response to my questions and many others.
Helen turned to face me on the sofa but also made eye contact with each of the others. “I have lived a nearly monastic life for the past five years, after the bimbo appeared. I work, prepare meals, shop, care for Meghan, clean, and repeat daily.”