Chapter 20

At Phemie’s urging, Elizabeth and I slept together that night. I was naked as is my routine with my wives, but Elizabeth was in her nightie, a pink fluffy affair that hid her shape effectively. I got into bed first, without her seeing my exposed body, and she came to bed a few minutes later, the timing decided by Phemie. I was warming up nicely by the time Elizabeth arrived, and she snuggled up to be beside me, just touching as we lay side by side.

I spoke quietly. “You can come close and hold on to me, if you like, Elizabeth, so that you can remind yourself of what a man smells and feels like in bed with you. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to, but you can touch me with no restrictions. It is all under your control. Your choice only.”

All I got in response was a soft “Thank you.”

She nudged herself closer, and tentatively put an arm round me, clasping my torso to her. I thought things were going well as she snuggled in until she burst into tears, pulling herself even closer to me, if that was possible. I twigged that she was remembering her late husband.

“Memories, Elizabeth?”

I felt her try to nod, but she was too tight against me to move her head much, though I felt it. I wanted to hold her to me, but refrained, as I had promised. However, after a few minutes hr tears lessened and she asked shyly, “Please hold me, Aled; just hold me so I know I am safe.”

I shifted to put my arms round her, hands on her back, helping her through this stage. The ‘little girl’ mode was endearing, but I wanted her to get past it and regain her self-assurance, her military frame of mind, her real Elizabeth style.

Slowly she stopped her sobbing and gradually became less troubled, until I realised she had fallen asleep. She must need that, I thought, and allowed myself to also drift off while thinking of our move to the new house.

I came to with Elizabeth moving against me, and as I realised from the start of daylight that it was morning, I also found that Elizabeth was now lying on top of me, moving her torso gently against mine. To make her aware that I was awake, I murmured, “Good morning, Elizabeth.”

“Morning,” she replied. “I slept better than I have in months.”

“Glad to hear it. What is your intention for this morning?”

“Fuck you, that’s what; fuck you hard. Phemie wants me to; says I need it. That is some woman you have there, Aled.”

“A wonderful woman, I would have to say.”

“That is so. She really persuaded her cousin to become your second wife?”

“That is so. She can be very persuasive when she wants to be, when she has an end in view. She pushed Fiona and me together, to the point where Fiona could never imagine leaving, and instead become another wife. Much the same happened with Theresa, but Theresa was easier to convince, for she was looking for a man she could depend on to protect her. I fitted her specification, and Phemie was pushing at an open door. Thus I have three wives; end of story.”

“Hmm ... Have you noticed that she is trying to push me into the mix?”

“No, I haven’t, but it wouldn’t surprise me. If she sees that you need a man that you can get along with, and she decides that I am that man, I don’t have much say in it. You do, though.”

“You don’t say!”

“Elizabeth, you may be in mourning, but you are still a tough cookie, able to resist almost all pressure. You can make up your own mind about your future. I am not pushing, but I am inviting as I trust Phemie’s inclinations.”

“Thank you, Aled. You are still a kind man, even without Phemie sounding your praises. One thing: you apparently have a thing about your women having your children. Is that mandatory?”

“Not mandatory, for I don’t have that power. I merely feel that my women are more closely attached to me if we have one or more children together; that is all. Timing is a variable.”

“How quickly? A child in the first year, or are you more sanguine about that timing?”

As she spoke, she moved herself into position and slotted my penis into her damp vagina. I had not been consciously aware before, but my member was rigid from her close presence, and I fitted well into her.

I grunted my pleasure at this move, and said, “Timing is up to each woman, Elizabeth. I make no demands, but my ladies seem to sense my desire and elected to try for a baby. That is why we now have three on the way.”

“Really? You might make it four, perhaps. We shall see.”

I jerked at this notion, and enquired, “Does this mean that Phemie has got you thinking of staying?”

“Yes. She says that if I stay here and start a baby, I am less likely to volunteer for a dangerous mission that my Henry would not approve of; and less likely to be asked.”

“You obviously loved him a lot, Elizabeth. That speaks well for you.”

“Love at times stops you in your tracks. It was like that with me and Henry.”

I remarked, “Love also can develop over a period of time. Phemie was pretty fast, while the other two took time to move to the love stage, but it was worth it. I hope you and I can get to the love stage before long.”

“Aled, shut up and fuck me; I need it after all this time of being celibate.”

I did as she asked, and she was still enjoying herself when Phemie poked her head in to check on us. At the sight before her she exclaimed, “Oh, goody. I’ll come back later.”

I told Elizabeth, “My dear, we have just been inspected by Phemie, but I think we passed.”

Elizabeth giggled as she subsided on me, saying in short bursts, “Phemie is a lovely girl, a bloody good wife to you, and a friend to me, so kiss me. You haven’t kissed me once, and here we are rutting like bunnies.”

She had to stop moving so I could kiss her, and we did a fair bit of kissing while I raised my hands to fondle her breasts. That behaviour set her off again, and it was all I could do to remain below her while she rode me. I had shot my sperm into her a while back, but her vagina had managed to keep me rigid.

A few minutes later she sighed, “That will have to do for now, Aled. Phemie will want us to get up for breakfast – and that means on our feet, not more sex.”

She quickly got to her feet, looking down at me with satisfaction on her smiling face.

I said, “I am fine with that, Elizabeth. Lying like this with you making all the effort to fuck has caused twinges in my back, so I need to flex it a little in the upright position.”

“Oh, sorry, Aled. I thought your back was fine now.”

“It is, but occasionally it comes back to complain about mistreatment. This kind of mistreatment I can happily live with, however, so no need to apologise.”

She grimaced as she spoke, “I have now realised I didn’t let you get on top of me at all. That was very selfish of me.”

I levered myself on to my side to make getting on to my feet less of a problem. I stood up and stretched my back muscles. It didn’t feel much of a pain, thank God.

“No. This session was all about you and your deprivation. I get plenty of sex all the time where I am on top of my girls, so I am fine with your getting your rocks off, so to speak. Please enjoy yourself, just as I do.”

“I am afraid I may be asking for more sex in the coming days, my lovely man. I hope Phemie will permit it.”

“Quite. It is all her decision, not mine. I don’t dare get in an argument with my ladies, as they will gang up on me. Are you going to join them? It looks that way.”

“Join them?”

“Become one of my women, my family, whatever you want to call it.”

“Um ... I don’t know.”

“Okay, I can live with that, but Phemie might tell you that you have to be all in or all out. She doesn’t mind sharing if she views you as another wife with all that comes with that status, but if you are simply a sex partner, she may not be happy about that more than once or twice.”

“Really?”

“I have got to know Phemie in enough detail to get where she is coming from. She views herself as First Wife, with a responsibility for other wives that she approves as acceptable. Wives have a right of regular loving, but sex partners may simply get in the way of wifely needs. She wants to clarify the position, and she has been steering us together, as I see it, with her preferred option of you becoming an extra wife. Anything else has to be short term, in her world. Get the picture?”

“Yeah. I have to decide if I am a short term fuck, or something akin to a formal wife. But Phemie is not a real wife.”

“For all intents and purposes, she is. If it was just her and me, I’d happily marry her, but with her sharing me, that would downgrade the other girls, and neither of us wants that, so no formal marriage; but she is still my premier wife in practice, and that way the others can still regard themselves as equal wives in our partnership.”

“I see. Makes sense, I suppose. Can I be a trial wife until I know that I can put up with you for years?”

“I am willing, but are you also happy to have our children if you stay permanently?”

“Children? Plural? What are you thinking?”

“Like Phemie, Fiona and Theresa, in this family we are willing to share our lives and have offspring as part of that sharing, if these come along as a result of our loving.”

“You are serious about wives, then? Serious, long-term style?”

“I have never been a believer in short-term partnerships. It seldom works out for either the couple or their child if they have one. Break-ups to me are a sign of failure, and don’t mention my divorce. That was pretty well forced on me. I still regret having to leave my sons with her. It was never my plan, but the court took it out of my hands. Fortunately Smith is reliable as a protector of my boys until we can get them with us.”

“Okay: trial wife to see if we can mesh properly, and if it works, you can call me your fourth wife. I had hopes of me and Henry having a family, but it was not to be. You have the chance of being his replacement, if you don’t mind me regarding you as that.”

“I don’t mind competing with a good memory, Elizabeth. You must always keep that memory of Henry, and I will be happy to name our first son Henry, to honour him.”

“Damn! You really are the sort of man I need.”

“I hope so, Elizabeth.”

Later that day, I phoned the furniture firm, and agreed with them on our preferred removal date, confirming the delivery address to be the one they supplied the new beds to, and gave them Phemie’s flat as the start point. Two days later, the move went ahead. Elizabeth and I stayed at the flat to supervise the move at that end, while Phemie and the other wives went ahead to open the house and direct the removal men to the right rooms as specified on the boxes. The furniture items were marked with a marker pen that was easily wiped off when in place, and the wife showed them where in the room the furniture should be placed.

It took half an hour to load the large removal van with everything, and nearly an hour for the unload and placement of the goods at the new house. The longest delay was unpacking the crockery and other breakables to confirm they were intact. They were.

Phemie signed the lead loader’s chitty to say that the move went without any mishap, and the men left. I and Elizabeth arrived by taxi soon after, having locked the empty flat and delivered the keys to the estate agent who was tasked with either finding temporary tenants or making the sale for Phemie.

The evening was more normal, with Phemie demanding first fuck on the new bed, and the others giving her that preference in breaking in our new home.

Having everything in place and my ladies satisfied that all was satisfactory, in the morning they all went off to the Academy. I went to the furniture shop that morning and paid their bill, both sides being happy that all had gone well. I next used my phone to get the telephone connection at the new house transferred into Phemie’s name, and paid the first rental installment for the line to show them some cash to be going on with. While I was out, I called in at a shop that sold phones, and bought a landline phone plus a set of mobile phones, to cover all our needs.

I was paying the bill for the phones as they were being packed up for me by a junior assistant, when two burly men entered and looked the shop over from the doorway. One then walked toward the salesman, while the other stood in the doorway, preventing entrance or exit. I made note of this as abnormal behaviour and waited to see what came next.

The one approaching the salesman glanced my way, saw I was a customer paying for his purchases, so ignored me and looked the salesman in the eye.

“I am here to collect your insurance payment,” he informed the salesman. The man seemed disturbed, but replied evenly, “Insurance is a matter for the manager, sir. Is he expecting you?”

“He had better be; I told him we were coming.”

Th salesman threw a look of concern over at me, as if worried that I might get involved, and said to the man, “If I can just see this gentleman’s purchases dealt with first?”

I knew my best response and said blithely, “Oh, I am in no hurry. My wife will be happy to spend more time in the clothes shop.” I smiled as I said this, exuding complete innocence.

“Right, go fetch the manager, man,” the ‘insurance collector’ ordered, nodding at my friendly demeanour. As the salesman went through to the back shop, I ambled over to the pushy guy and remarked, “Collecting insurance payments in person is a very inefficient method, if I may say. It would be much cheaper to set up a direct debit payment to your bank account. You should speak to your boss about making that change.”

The man glowered at me for interfering with the action. “Maybe so, but this is the way we do it. My boss likes it this way.”

I replied, “Curious. If I took over your insurance business, I could make it more profitable. I am a bit of an entrepreneur, myself.”

His attention was directed at me, but out of the corner of my eye I saw a head bob out at the connecting door, and disappear again, making me wonder if there was a back door that was going to be utilised.

I nudged the burly guy’s arm to maintain the misdirection. “Well, what do you say? Worth exploring with me?”

He got annoyed at me and ordered, “Get out of my business, man. It is nothing to do with you.”

I stepped back and addressed him again.

“But this is business, my good sir. It has everything to do with us all. You are acting as a very poor businessman. Are you sure you really are a businessman?”

I was getting right in his face with accusations, and he did not like it.

“Stay out of my way, you fool!”

I was ready for this and stood my ground. “There is no need to be less than courteous, my good man. Your words do not speak well of you.”

Furious, he reached out and shoved me away. I pretended to stumble and be shocked at his action. As I regained my footing, I spat out, “Now you imagine that violence is a good answer to a simple business enquiry! This is not very nice of you, my friend. I demand that you retract your insult and apologise for your pushing.”

Annoyed even more by my polite but firm stance, he brought up a fist. “You want me to enforce my rules? Get away or else!”

I took a step back then planted my feet a little apart and stood akimbo with my fists at my waist, deliberately belligerent.

“I have had enough of your bad behaviour! You are simply being obstreperous because you pal is there to protect you! You are a simple coward, that’s what you are; a coward.”

That did it. As his colleague at the door smirked his enjoyment of this altercation, burly guy charged at me, fists swinging.

I timed his arrival and stepped smartly to one side as his momentum carried him past me. To make things worse, I stuck out a foot and tripped him in his headlong rush. As he fell on his face, stunned and angry, his pal at the door laughed at the whole scene.

“Better do better than that, Jack!” he told the assailant. “Tripped by a talkative idiot, yet!”

The man on the floor roared and struggled to his feet. Taking the opportunity, I adopted an old-fashioned fisticuffs position to imply amateur status and at once punched him in the stomach. As he gasped, I applied an uppercut and laid him out.

“That will teach you not to be nasty to a simple business proposal,” I declared, turning to his pal at the door. “Are you going to just leave, or do you want the same?”

Astonished at my seemingly amateur antics that had happened to flatten his mate, he strode towards me, determined to enforce his own punishment.

“I am not so easy to get past, mister boxer man. You can either run away or get what is coming to you.”

I stood my ground and said, a little shakily, “So, another bully that thinks that violence is the answer to everything! I can assure you that I not a weakling. I have trained at the gym regularly with my boxing coach. You have been warned, please note.”

My words led him to believe I was an amateur who had been lucky and therefore I couldn’t possibly win in a brawl. His confidence was leading him to his downfall. He marched up to me and stuck his chin out.

“Care to try again, little man?” he offered, despite me being almost as tall as him.

“Certainly”, I accepted, and drew my fist back, but instead of sending my fist to his chin, I kicked him in the crotch, ending the fight in one blow. As he howled in pain, I told him, “My boxing coach instructed me, ‘When physically overmatched in a fight, cheat!’ so that is what just happened. Now I have to conclude the match with your friend.”

So saying, I returned to my first opponent, who was starting to struggle to his feet again, and rabbit punched him in the back of the head. I had been trained to do this either to kill or simply disable, and I chose disable to avoid problems ahead.

Seeing both men laid out on the floor, the salesman came back out, and I told him, “Phone the police and ask them to come for two toughs who tried to rob the shop. Make it out as a simple robbery, not the scam they had arranged. Explain that a customer intervened and stopped the robbery. Have you any large plastic cable ties/?”

“Yes, we have a few, for fastening boxes together. I’ll get them.”

He produced an almost full box from his supply cupboard, and I used them to fix the ankles and wrists of both men securely together, to stop them from getting away before the cops arrived.