Chapter 51: Growth of the Clan

I arrived home from the airport and my trip to St. Croix just at cocktail time on a Monday afternoon. Again, it was hotter and more humid in Columbus than it had been all week on St. Croix.

The three children had been fed and were watching TV in their revamped room off the kitchen, and Taylor was nursing as Katie sat on one of the high stools in the kitchen and held her. I swear the baby had grown significantly in the week I’d been away. I kissed both of them hello.

What surprised me more was that there were three new faces sitting there: Patti Jaye, my long-term friend from college, and two young men about our age, who I met named Russ Madhorn – short for Russell, and Rand Madhorn – short for Randall. Patti and Russ looked like a couple.

Mel kissed me and then Tracy got her licks in. Devon, Helen, and Ivy came for kisses too. Patti held her arms open to me, and I also got embraced, only her kiss was hotter than the sun. She got some tongue in there too, and extended the kiss for a long time. I understood that she was proving the point that we had some unresolved passion between us.

I was a little embarrassed as we separated and checked with Russ. He was laughing and smiling. Patti’s kiss made me wonder whether she and Russ were a couple the way that I first thought.

I then noted that Mel was standing next to him with his arm comfortably and intimately draped over her shoulders with a hand dangerously close to one of her grand mammaries. She gave me a wink, and I took that to mean that something had happened with the couple while I was away – or with Russ. Knowing Mel, that ‘something’ must have been sexual.

After shaking hands, Rand had moved back to where he’d been standing next to Devon’s chair. His hands quickly found her shoulders and gave a few friendly squeezes that I thought were more intimate than just friendly.

I didn’t push the issue. I knew that one of the women would clue me in if I didn’t figure it out myself. Urged by the others, I gave the report to everyone about the nearly complete construction and decorating at the villa, and about Hurricane Greg. And passed my iPad around with some of the many pictures that I’d taken.

The three people new to our circle seemed as interested as my nuclear clan. I took the opportunity to remind Patti that she had an open invitation to come and stay there, even when we weren’t down there. I also glanced at Russ and Rand and added, “I include you in that invitation. We now have twenty bedrooms and we’re going to have to find a way to fill them all.” I made light of the occasion

Some of the regulars at the house had prepared a buffet dinner, which we ate scattered around the living room. There were enough of us that the room was pretty full. I was really getting to the point that we needed a new and much larger home.

Patti sat next to me, and I was finally able to ask her a key question, “You know Russ or Rand long?”

She chuckled, “About a month. We’ve been dating – the three of us. Last weekend, apparently just after you left for St. Croix, I wanted to stop by and say hello. The two of them were exceptionally interested in seeing a real polyamorous family and talking to some of the members. The three of us showed up and ended up staying for cocktails, dinner, and ... while ... in a way, we never left except to go to work.”

I gave Patti my evil eye, and she laughed. “Yes, the three of us have been with everybody, and I’m counting on you to refamiliarize yourself with my sweet luscious body before this evening is out. I, for one, follow all the same principles that you and your group does.”

“I suppose that can be arranged depending on what the needs and desires of my ‘wives’ are.”

Mel came over just then, “We’ve been having a lot of fun while you were gone. Gary and Mackenzie came over too. We’ve cut down on our sleep, in order to focus on other aspects to our life – like sex with new partners.”

I shook my head. “Darlin’, you know you have a way with words. Are you happy with your new acquisitions?” I nodded in Rand and Russ’ directions.

“Oh, we are getting closer to sexual balance in the family now. Mac tried to get Carson to join us that night, but he was tied up at some big dinner event in Cincinnati. As you know, we’ve kind of lost Troy for a while.”

“Do they play by our rules?”

“Oh, yes. In between work and fucking, we’ve had a lot of talks about that. Patti, too. They have decided that they are now part of our extended family. I know you have always had a thing for Patti, and none of us object to that or to her. I think you’ll like Rand and Russ. They’re low key and not knuckle draggers or chest beaters.”

“If you’re happen, then I’m happy – and I guess I’d extend that to all the others.”

Mel nodded, “We all like them and have hopes that you will too.”

Fast forward three hours: the kids are tucked in bed with my latest friendly ghost story, and the door is shut. Ivy, who was with me at their bedtime, and I head for the patio and pool area where the rest of the multitude went.

Ivy announced, “We have to wait thirty minutes to be sure they all pass out. But Caribbean dress code is now in effect.”

Almost immediately, Ivy and every female sheds their top. Crop tops, t-shirts, and bikini bras end in a pile on one of the patio chairs. I watch Mel and Devon head to Russ. Katie and Helen capture Rand’s attention. I have Patti, Ivy, and Tracy, each feeding me one of their breasts to alternately suck on to help set the tone for the evening. My actions seem to trigger the others.