Pixie
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 49: Jane’s Proposition
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 49: Jane’s Proposition - 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
I was nonplussed. Jane had just proposed a serious love relationship with me; so serious that we had a child together. This all sounded like it should be happening immediately too.”
I looked to Mel, perhaps with some panic showing on my face. I wasn’t sure whether she’d go for this or not – or Katie or Tracy.
Mel said, “We’ve talked to all your ‘wives’ or pseudo-wives, so to speak. You’ve been watching on and off for the past three hours as we sat with her analyzing this situation, considering the upsides and downsides of Jane’s proposition.
“To a person, everyone thinks this is good idea and a loving thing to do for our friend. In my parlance, Jane would become a ‘wife’, and hopefully a pregnant one in the not-too-distant future.”
I was speechless, so I nodded in understanding.
My brain had switched into emergency, high-speed, reaction mode. Klaxon horns were going off in my head, where I was the only one that could hear their warning blare. I could feel the disk drives in my data center spinning at high speed as the relevant decision-making information surged into the right parts in my brain.
I slowly said, “Ooooookay. Let’s consider this a bit. You all are ahead of my thinking so bear with me. I have some concerns I just want to get out into the open.
“This is a long-term idea – for the rest of our lives and the life of our potential child or children. Are we ready in this group for another child? Would Jane even live with us? She’s a U.K. citizen, and would have to return there within six months, I think; what does that mean for what she wants and for her being another ‘wife’? What does that mean as far as me having any kind of a ‘father’ role?
“Does everyone concerned have realistic expectations about what this will be like? What roles and boundaries will be created around this situation? Will this just be a copy of what our life with Katie and Taylor is like? Is there an expectation about getting some of my time and attention? How will Jane fit in the long-term with everyone? Can I meet or continue to meet all the intimacy and support needs of the people I love? Does Jane get jealous or will some of my existing family?
“Will Jane continue as an escort? Is that alright with everybody concerned – including me? I haven’t thought beyond raising the issue. Where will she ultimately live? What about her and our financial needs, now and in the future as we age and die? Are there any legal issues we should be aware of? Do we have any common goals? What if things fall apart; then what? Does she have outside relationships that she wants to maintain?
“I could go on and on. I could raise questions for the rest of the day. Help!”
Jane reached over and held my hand. She said, “Think of each of those not as a block or hurdle, but as an adventure or puzzle to solve, please. I have answers for some of them, and haven’t even thought of some of the things you raised – and I know there will be others.
“Let me toss out some of my ideas. I want to live with all of you. To do that, I will work hard to get the right visa, and to become an American citizen. If I can have the child in the United States, it is birthright citizen.
“Where my living with you doesn’t work, such as in Columbus where your house is already full, I will fund an expansion or live nearby, hoping for a more intimate solution eventually. Here at this villa, I am here and now committing that I fund a second-story addition over the single-story wing of the place – whatever it takes to do that. Doing that could easily put another ten bedrooms in the home, duplicating what’s already there but on the other side of the entrance area. Some of that space could be a nursery or space for junior and me.
“As for jealousy, I don’t get that way about what goes on around me. I am a strong communicator, like you’ve all become, and I will continue that with all of you – open, honest, frequent communications.
“I do not have other relationships that I want to continue. I do not plan to continue escorting unless all of you encourage that in some way. It was fun, but not necessary to my life. That activity will be even less needed as a child graces my life.
“I will legally surrender any rights to claim child support or such financial needs from you. That works two ways, actually. I’m worth quite a lot of money, mostly from my VC work, so maybe we do some kind of two-way pre-nup agreement. That said, yes, I see this as a long-term proposition. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have raised it the way I did. That doesn’t address everything you raised, but maybe it helps with some of them.”
I said, “It does; thank you.” I sighed. “Well, I know that you’re as much a pervert as Mel and my other wives, my parents, and the people we hang out with, so welcome to the clan. I hope you know what you’re getting into.”
I held my arms open and Jane leapt out of her seat and came into my lap so we could kiss. Falling in love with the woman was the least of my worries. I did notice that the others around us all were smiling. This was a good thing. There were other men around, and I wondered whether they could help with this impregnation idea. Maybe I’d raise that tomorrow.
Later, we practiced for how we were going to make a baby together. I suggested that she stop birth control and let the effects of what she had been taking wear off. Since the word was out that I was to the anointed father, I suggested that she either use condoms with the other men until the deed had been accomplished, or she take potluck with fatherhood as she played in our group.
The next day, Jane found several websites that would help her pass the U.S. Citizenship Test, including the USCIS site. She got a set of flash cards to help her. Many components of the test were that you understood English, which for her wouldn’t be a problem.
A few days later, she took one of the cars and drove to the airport and got a short flight to St. Thomas, where the nearest U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services office was located. She’d actually been able to get an appointment and met with a nice woman that helped her understand all the nuances and steps to get a green card and to become a U.S. citizen. There were many.
Jane got back to the villa about six o’clock, while most of us were having cocktails. She was smiling. I took that as a good sign. She also had a pile of brochures and manuals to read through describing the whole process. This was not an overnight event.
Jane told a group of us, “There are quotas for green cards allocated equally by country, as you know. From some countries, those are filled almost immediately because so many of their people want to come to the U.S. If the U.S. is going to admit 140,000 people for green cards, only 7% are available for people from any one country – so that’d be 9,800 visas. There are seldom that many applicants from the U.K., so when the time comes I’m likely to get one that year.
The nice woman said that if she thought of something else that she’d let me know by mail or email.
“What’d you use as your address?”
“Here and your home in Columbus for the next three months. I figured those would be the most stable. My consulting job as an overseas consultant doing a little work wouldn’t trigger anything. She did explain that she would have to go back at the end of six months, or could go sooner and then come back in later so the stays add up to six months in the year. The clock was ticking.”
Gary asked, “What kind of visa are you on now?”
“I got a B-2 Visa, that allows me to stay up to six months – not officially for work, but the visit friends and sightsee. I can come and go a little over that year, but I shouldn’t abuse the privilege. Thus, I’ll eventually need that green card. Although even after that I have to wait five years before becoming a citizen, unless I’m married to a citizen, then it’s only three years.
We kicked around what we knew about people from other countries coming to the U.S. as visitors, but Jane really knew that stuff better than we did. She’d been motivated to study it all before making her bid to be in our family. It was not simple, as only the Feds could make it.
I know that somewhere on her application she had to provide her net worth and banking information. Jane was worth a few tens of millions, so that should set her up for approval rather rapidly, I would think.
To get around the work issue, I helped Diana start an LLC and filed a DBA with the island as a business. She and I would be employees of the company, and that would be how Jenny Duffy paid her as the outside property manager. Jenny would also get billed for marketing advice and support, except for that happened remotely overseas. Apparently, the Federal government hadn’t figured out that for many jobs, people could work from anywhere in the world. Jane didn’t have a problem with that. It was a little complicated but it seemed to work. Jane’s advice to the company came from overseas and was reimbursed from the LLC. Jane even made some calls as ‘Diana’ to get some information and do some research to be sure that idea passed muster.
Jane made the circuit of all the men at the villa, being a full participant in our evening gatherings and then picking a bedmate to sleep with. I seemed to have her beside me at least once a week.
She told me that she’d gone off of birth control and was having all the men but me use condoms. We’d asked Milza to be sure there was a bowl of condoms in each bedroom beside the bed. She just laughed and said, “Okay,” and that was the end of the matter. No one was embarrassed. She’d caught onto our sexual proclivities the first week we were at the villa.
Jane made a new home for herself in the room we’d initially assigned to Carson. He spent a lot of time with Joyce in my parents’ bed and with Ivy in her room. He and Jane also discovered each other, so he was back in his room a lot too.
Carson, like some of the other men, discovered that he could eke out another orgasm during the day, if he didn’t try to have all his sex in the evening hours. He told me that he was experimenting, and he’d even gotten up to three or four orgasms a day. The older man was having a ball with all of us.
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