The Songbird
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 11
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 11 - In need of a ride back to her hometown, a songbird reaches out and finds not only a ride, but a really nice man, and then a bit later, a love so strong it withstands the tests of time and addition, or multiplication, or... Anyway, Charlie was able to help, so he did, then the songbird filled his life with music, and love, and… Let’s just say she added ‘lots of love’. He was introduced to the music world, complete with singers and a lot of the people that made the singers keep singing.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic BiSexual Fiction Polygamy/Polyamory
Alicia graced us all with a small presentation, a mini at-home concert, if you will, performing her newest 5 songs, which would be going on the NEXT album, not on the one that was in production and manufacturing at that time.
She came down the hall in one of her teddies, a little blue snap crotch number with garters, stockings and matching high heeled sandals. She was wearing a tiara of sorts and looked every bit the part of a princess. She was just as sexy and beautiful as I’d ever seen her.
“Good Lord, Ali, you’re ... You’re looking gorgeous as ever. What are you up to?”
“You’ll soon see, Cindy. Can you all join me in the studio? Just pile up on the bed and get comfortable. I have something I want you all to hear.”
“I’ll try to pay attention, honey, but I’ll tell you now, you’re a bit distracting,” I told her.
“That’s my intention, love. You’re pretty bright for ... well, for a genius.” She started laughing, then leaned over and kissed me. “Enjoy, y’all. Mom, Consuela, Cindy, I need your specific input when we’re done. We’ve been through this before. These are the headliners, I’m sure, for my next drop. If they are any good, I’m taking some time off, put together the filler, then I’m going on a mini small gig tour to try them out. Here we go.”
She sat down at her keyboard and played the songs for us. She took very short pauses in between. No introductions, no discussion, just went right through them.
When she was done, she just sat there. She was looking at some papers in front of her, not moving. It seemed she was in a trance of some sort. It had worked, though. I forgot she was half naked in front of me, dressed like the sexiest of angels. All I could think was how hot the first three songs were, upbeat, groovy, what every you want to call them, and how soulful the last two were, and how they hit me to my very core. The songs, at least four of them, in my opinion would go to the top. The fifth would chart high. Remember, I’m not a professional musician or music critic.
Our applause was loud and boisterous.
“Ali, I smell gold. Lots of it,” Cindy said as we quieted a little.
“The third one and the last one are chart toppers, honey, no doubt. The other three will chart, but you’ll be hard pressed to hit number one if Halsey or Adele are working when you release the singles. The first one is a bit Katy and a bit Taylor, but it’s all you. It could go. All in all, you have five hits at some level. As my daughter, though, I can tell you, that no five songs you’ve hit at one time prior to this, are this good.”
“Thanks, Mom. Coni?”
“Beautiful. The last one almost had me in tears. It must be nice to have inspiration, no?”
“It certainly is. Charlie, did you like any of them?”
“I won’t kid around and say, ‘No, I don’t like them, I love them,” ... She interrupted me.
“But you just did!” Ali said, giggling. The others all laughed.
“I was going to add, because, seriously, they are all wonderful. I’m with those ladies. I heard four golds, maybe number ones, and a charter. Keep in mind I’m not a musical person, but that said, if they are all on one album, it’ll be platinum, and you’ll never have to work again. Ever.”
“Thank you, Charlie, that was sweet. Thank you all. I’m feeling the same way. Yes, Coni, the inspiration is nice. Really nice. I’m hoping I can get him to take some time off and help me with this little project, but we’ll see.”
“Mini small gig tour? I’ll make you a deal. If you can schedule it so that I can be in the office a couple of days a week, I’ll do everything I can. I know you have to do it hard and fast, so keeping that in mind, I’ll be there for you.”
“Thank you. That’s what I wanted to hear. I know it will be easier with you by my side now that you are what I’m singing about. Cindy, let’s get with the hired help and start putting a schedule together. Leave Sunday through Tuesday open. We can fly home on Sundays, fly out on Wednesday mornings, performing that night, and that will give us four performances a week. In a month, we’ll know how we’re doing. The sound kit can travel in the van. I want to travel light, maybe just myself and Janelle and Sylvia. Maybe Janelle and Troy. We’ll see. I don’t think Troy will add anything backing me up on these songs without the band, though. I’ll do electric acoustic with mics. Tell Willie and Jack to just use a small sound board and amps for the guitar and piano. I may not even use the guitar. So much to consider.”
“Boss lady, chill. Piano, with internal speakers, a small soundboard, mics for you and only Janelle. Willie and Jack will use the van, living on the road. They like that anyway. We’ll do small venues for the piano ambiance. Got it. You’ll be great. Pick five more songs, we’ll do a set for them and then pack up, getting out quick after a few signatures and pictures. We just need feedback. You can tell them that. I’m thinking secret appearances, if you don’t mind. Only the venue owners will know. They can play it how they want.”
“I like it. I’m so glad I have you. Charlie, is that too much?”
“No, baby doll. Cindy, tell your people to make sure we have airports with rental cars close by. There will be four or more of us, right?” She nodded. “Get me a list and I’ll check them out, but I need just over half a mile for the jet. Three thousand feet or so and I should be good. They’re all different in small airports. Any of the big ones, no problem, in almost all cases.”
“Looks like we have a plan. I’ll get our part timers rolling. Anything else, people?” Cindy asked.
“Only that I love you and appreciate you.” Alicia leaned over me, kissed Cindy, then me, then walked, model style, down the hall away from us, back to our room to change.
“Should I go attack her, Charlie?” Cindy asked me.
“If you don’t, I might, Cindy,” Consuela said. “She looks absolutely edible in that outfit.”
Elaine started laughing. “She does. My daughter looks edible. I’m such a terrible mother.” She laughed some more and pulled Consuela with her to the kitchen. Cindy and I passed them as we headed for the bedroom trying to catch Alicia before she changed. Both of them kissed and hugged both of us. “Charlie, we’re going home. Tell your songbird ‘Goodnight’ for us, please. See you later.” I heard them gather their stuff and leave, doors opening and closing, cars starting, and tires rolling on gravel.
She was sitting on the bed, reclining up against the pillows, watching television. Or watching us come into the room, more likely. She had no intention of changing clothes until we were there to help her, and help her we did.
An hour or so later, we were all in the shower, cleaning up after our foray into debauchery and mad passionate love. The shower was almost as much fun as the intense three-way lovemaking. The girls, in their quest to get their manfriend clean, also got him very aroused and hard, yet again, and put forth the effort required to quell the beast, as they say. This time it was Cindy’s hands against the wall she was facing, my hands firmly holding her thin waist, while I pummeled her pussy from behind and Alicia knelt in front of her, troubling her clit with her tongue and massaging Cindy’s breasts with her hands. Every once in a while, one of those hands would release their prey and change targets, massaging me between my legs in extremely tender and nerve ending laden areas. It didn’t take long for her to get me to explode into her assistant, our lover, and when I did so, we had to hold her up for fear of her falling in the shower, or worse yet, falling on Alicia and hurting them both.
We finally got cleaned up, dried off, and laid down in bed, a group snuggle allowing us to ponder the evening’s events, next week’s wedding, and pass into a peaceful sleep.
It was a quiet week, mainly because Cindy spent every second with Alicia and very explicitly made sure I was out of the way. I got them at night, but while things were happening, and that was mostly at the ranch, I was just asked to trust them and make myself scarce. I did. In doing that, I was able to try a couple of new lunch places I’d heard about. Oh, boy, did I score. One was bar-b-que, the other was an oriental place specializing in noodle dishes from around Asia. They had a monkey ball soup that was to die for, with a very nice ramen style noodle. The monkey balls were flavorful and not as rubbery as some. Definitely a find. The sausage and brisket platter I had at the bar-b-que joint was right up there with some of the best I’d ever had. They’d stay on my list with my new noodle factory. I swam for an extra hour with Cindy each night that week in hopes my mid-day excursions into Nashville’s culinary world didn’t turn me into a land whale.
Friday night I was given my walking papers. More realistically, my staying papers. I was told to stay home. I was kissed, sweetly, by both Alicia and her handmaiden, then left to my own devices. I was down with it, to be honest. I had a bottle of single malt twenty-four-year-old scotch and a swimming pool just begging me to pay attention to them. That’s what I did. I skinny dipped and drank whisky for about an hour, then went to bed. I wanted to be all I could be for my impending nuptials: alive, awake, and aware. The girls could make fun if they want, but I wanted to let them have as perfect a wedding as I could let them have. Let them have. That was the impetus. They were really doing all the work, the planning and such. They were having fun. Far be it from me to detract from that in any way. I was benefiting from every smile, every good feeling, every laugh they shared.
I keep saying ‘they’. After the last several months, there was no doubt I was marrying both of them, Alicia and Cindy. We were becoming one, even though Cindy deferred to Alicia, and of course, Alicia would be my wife, the commitment rang through the three of us.
On Thursday night of that week, it was explained to me. “Charlie,” Alicia said, “Cindy wants to be with us when we marry. On the dais, holding our hands, anything she can do to be a part of our joining. She loves us both and we love her. Is that okay with you?”
I thought for just a second. “It’s more than okay, Alicia. It’s natural. You want her with you. I want her with me. She wants to be with both of us. I don’t see any other possibility. It has to be just between us and God, and not a legal thing, but I agree.”
She kissed me and took me to bed, next to an almost sleeping Cindy, one eye trying to stay open to watch some exposé on E! but failing. She was asleep when Alicia wrapped her up in a hug and pulled them both back into me for a good night’s sleep. That was Thursday, though, and Friday I slept well, but very alone for the first time in quite a while.
Saturday morning was my old normal. Bachelor. Scrambled eggs, toast and a couple of sausage links, mated with a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice made my morning start. A slow swim to get some cobwebs out, then a lie out in the sun finished it. My morning was over. My last morning as an unmarried, unattached, unloved ... That’s it! I didn’t have to worry about being lonely again. I didn’t worry much about it in the past, but I wouldn’t have to worry about it at all in the future. A selfish thought passed my mind. I’d be twice, or thrice, or more, as likely not to worry about it now. I had been pretty much assured, between my wife, her assistant, her housekeeper, and her mother, I wouldn’t have to worry about much at all, for a very, very long time.
I was to arrive at the ranch at one o’clock in the afternoon. One of the ranch hands dressed in a western suit met me and led me around the house to the veranda off the kitchen. The wedding was to take place just to the rear of the house, the main patio, a large concrete and grass area where tables and chairs and such had been arranged. The area also held the pool, their hot tub, an elaborate swimming thing, and a serious set of outdoor exercise equipment. I could see them from the breakfast veranda I was staged on. Although it was supposed to be a small affair, and for Nashville royalty, I’m sure it was, the place looked like it was set up for at least a couple hundred guests.
I guessed wrong. There were only about seventy-five. It was severely limited, since not having a hundred blood suckers from her former labels, she had about three friends from each, and the rest were working friends from one tour or another, or school, or just working or town friends. It was pretty organic without Harmony in the mix.
A couple of fans showed their asses and broke into the grounds, quickly being apprehended, given a couple of pictures and told if they came back, they’d be shot. “Just look at the news clippings lately, dufus!” was the line used by Elaine’s hired security team. There wasn’t any more trouble from crazies that day, save one.
One of the hands saw a drone. They can take pictures, shoot guns, drop bombs, and do all kinds of other activities one may not want. He carefully radioed the foreman, who radioed one of the other hands, prepared for anything. The final result was a carefully timed shot that put the drone out of commission in a hedge, near, but not in the pool. A long-barreled shotgun with the same kind of turkey shot that took me down the last time brought the drone down. The chip removed from the thing showed it had been around the neighborhood for a while. It was turned over to the police with evidence of photographing not only our wedding, but our ladies and the neighbors’ young teenaged daughters and their friends sunbathing, some of them without their tops and such. The police did find the owner. That was a mess but has nothing to do with this story.
At two o’clock, as soon as the hands were done cleaning up the mess in the hedge, the ceremony started. My beautiful bride was dressed impeccably in a white wedding dress, complete with beading and a veil. Her décolletage served to highlight a beautiful woman with assets unimaginable to mortal man. Her hair, her body, her legs, her feet in her heels, her aura, all of it was of the supernatural. Angels placed this woman on this earth, and she wound up being mine. Me. The luckiest person in the world.
Her mother walked her down the aisle as the wedding march was played. At my side was Cindy, playing the part of best man and maid of honor, but as far as we were concerned, she was part of the wedding ceremony, and not just the ceremony, but the wedding itself.
The rest of the ceremony, the forever afters and the I dos went like clockwork. We exchanged rings, and kisses, then we each gave Cindy a ring and a kiss as soon as we were done. While everyone may have been watching, I doubt everyone understood the meaning of the last twenty seconds or so. We did, and that’s all that really matters. Mattie knew it was happening as she was finished performing the ceremonial vows, so no attention was brought to bear that we didn’t want.
The reception was also at the ranch, and although only a handful of people showed up that weren’t at the wedding itself, they were mostly casual friends that had received an invitation, but felt that wedding ceremonies weren’t the fun part of a wedding.
There was one wedding crasher, someone none of us knew, but after he was questioned, then asked to depart, he left us with a message. “Wilson Malone’s reach just got very, very close to all of you.” What a way to make a party fizzle. The hired hands grabbed him and held him until the law took over. If nothing else, we figured the FBI might want to talk to the jerk. They took him into custody and held him overnight.
The honeymoon started the next day. None of us wanted to sit in Nashville worrying about what Wilson Malone was going to do next. The FBI and ATF agents came back out to talk to us for a couple of hours. They had no new information, except that the man that delivered the threat was wanted in Kentucky and Tennessee both on different racketeering charges and wouldn’t see the light of day for some time. The RICO system was still working and working against the man. They figured Malone was going to be very unhappy about that.
When the federales left the house, around noon or so, we took off for Curacao. The ladies had so much fun on Bonaire, but not wanting to do the same thing again, they opted for going next door to try the place out.
Much like most islands, one side was rough, and the other side was sandy beaches. We did a lot of sightseeing, a lot of swimming, and even went fishing in a charter boat supplied by the resort. Cindy had opted for an all-inclusive stay, again, this time being owned by the Hilton people. It was a very nice place. Instead of a suite, we had two large luxurious adjoining rooms, but the result was the same, since the door between them stayed open for the most part.
Consuela made a point of waiting until the third or fourth night there to ask Cindy if she could rub some lotion on Elaine’s back and legs. “Honey, she may have gotten a bit of sun and it would be a great help. She likes the way you do it.”
“Yeah, right!” Cindy said and she kissed Consuela on the way out of the room, grabbed her big bottle of after-sun lotion, and as she left said, “Have fun, ladies. I know I will.”
Consuela made love to me, then helped me make love to Alicia, again, then took it upon herself to make love to Alicia, while I watched, and assisted, cleaning up the mess we’d made of each other. Watching her as she licked and nibbled at Alicia’s labia and clitoris got me excited again, so I took advantage and took her from behind as she enjoyed her activities. All three of us came at close to the same time, causing enough of a ruckus that Elaine and Cindy came over to check on us. Consuela made sure they knew all was well, as I couldn’t form words, and Alicia had passed out from the excitement.