Chapter 3

“Prove it,” Beth said.

I made love to her as gently as I could, hoping I wouldn’t hurt her. I fucked her hard enough to make her cum and that made her squirm and scream. She came hard enough that she squirmed hard enough to pull out some stitches. I ended up having to fly her down to Fairbanks to have her stitches fixed.

The doctor yelled at me, but Beth laughed and said, “Doctor, don’t blame him. It was my nagging him that got both of us too wound up to follow doctor’s orders. I can’t do without a good hard orgasm every day. After I have a baby he usually just sucks my nipples so I have little cums until the stitches are healed, but this time I was just too horny for that to cut it. What are we going to do doc?”

The doctor laughed and said, “It’s a little unusual for a woman to be so horny right after the birth of a child, but you’ve had all your babies by caesarean, so you didn’t have all the strain and exhaustion of labor or the stretching and pain of delivery. I need you to promise me that you will limit your sexual activity to nipple sucking or I won’t have anything left to sew up. Do what you did before and wait for four weeks from today before you let him do cunnilinguis. Please wait the full six weeks for intercourse or you could tear up something inside.

Just as you suspected, the strength of your orgasms is related to the type of stimulus you receive. The likelihood of tearing stitches is directly related to orgasm strength. It is less than optimally satisfying for you, but you need to limit the strength of your orgasms so you don’t move too energetically. I suggest you try to have small orgasms more often. Hopefully that will make it possible for you to suffer through until you can return to normal marital relations.

“I do have to say I’m jealous of your sex life. Very few married couples seem to be able to satisfy each other the way you two do. Keeping each other content over a long marriage seems very unusual too. It has seemed to me that most humans are only capable of maintaining strong feelings of being in love and an intense sexual relationship over a short term love affair.”

Beth smiled and said, “I can only take half of the credit. I did bring a responsive body to the marriage and a receptive attitude, but my husband loved me enough from the first kiss to make the most of my assets. Our results can’t be replicated. Different people are just that, different. It seems like it is more likely for women to have difficulty becoming orgasmic, learning to be multi-orgasmic, and finding a partner who will keep them sexually satisfied. I was pretty much a blank slate when my husband rescued me, so I didn’t have to overcome societally instilled attitudes. I could just be myself and please my husband and allow him to please me. He seemed to know exactly what to do to make me happy from our very first time together.”

We muddled through and after the six-week checkup we were back to having a lot more sex than most couples our age, especially couples with four children. We were sure we had the best life of anyone who ever lived.

One day Beth told me she had pain all over for no apparent reason. When we got the fibromyalgia diagnosis we weren’t surprised. At first Beth had mostly good days and a few bad days. Later it went to some good days, some bad days and a few really bad days.

Mandy took over more and more of running the house and Wendy started doing things like laundry and vacuuming. Ann and Mary learned to pick up after themselves and help their sisters.

I took over the girls’ home schooling because Beth didn’t have the energy or focus. We were so fortunate because all our girls were intelligent and excellent students. The girls all had nearly adult levels of self-discipline.

Our business pretty much ran itself, so I spent almost all my time with the girls or taking care of Beth. My relationship with Beth changed as I became more caretaker than lover and partner. Our opportunities to have sex decreased gradually at first then fell off precipitously the third year. My relationship with my daughters changed too. Mandy became more mature than her years and we started to relate to each other as adults and equals rather than as parent and child. Wendy was two years behind Mandy in emotional development, but she started maturing early and as we worked on her education we became more like collaborating colleagues than teacher and student. The same applied to running the house. Mandy and Wendy had outstanding suggestions for making the food Ann and Mary liked, healthier.

We had a cake that Mandy made for her fourteenth birthday party. Wendy made the rest of the dinner. After the meal we made sure the younger girls were bathed and put to bed. Wendy went to take a shower and go to bed.

Mandy took me by the hand and led me into the master bedroom. Beth was sitting up. “I’m having a pretty good day,” She said.

Mandy looked into my eyes and said, “Dad, mom and I want to talk to you about puberty and me. I’m a lot like mom was. I find myself needing physical love a lot. We think I need a man to love me just as much as mom did when she was my age. Mom says if you hadn’t taken her with you after you broke up her Chinese wedding that she would have made a lot of bad choices trying to get the love she needed. I’m afraid I would make all the same kinds of mistakes and get myself in a lot of trouble.

“I haven’t told you this because I wanted to get mom’s permission first, but I’ve been in love with you for years. I don’t want just any male. I don’t want mistakes and trouble. I love you, and I want you. Mom agrees that it isn’t fair for you to have to do without love because she got sick. Of course, if mom feels good enough, she would always come first, but if mom is sick, I want to be the woman who takes care of you. I want to be your woman and your lover. I hope you love me and want me too dad.”

We all knew Beth wasn’t going to have many “good days” from then on, so this was a ceremonial changing of the guard. Beth was turning over the keys to the master bedroom and access to my body and my love to Mandy.

I looked at Beth and she gave me a lopsided grin and said, “Honey you and I know there aren’t going to be many days when I’ll be up to it. Mandy deserves good lovemaking while she is young, beautiful, and first feeling hot, sexy, and horny. It won’t be cheating on me, because you have my permission. Do you understand why this will be what’s best for everyone?”

I frowned and said, “I’ve tried to hide it, but I’ve wanted Mandy for about as long as she’s wanted me. I just didn’t want to be a pervert with her, since you are the pervert in the family, Beth. Most of all, I didn’t want to cheat on you.”

Mandy said, “I know you need a hospital bed now mom. I hope it’s OK if we setup a room for you in the guest room. I want to sleep in the same bed with dad every night.

“How do I explain things to Wendy?”

“I think you just have to be honest with her. We don’t know how things will go in the future. Wendy may feel the same way you do when she is fourteen and then you two will have to figure out how to share, or she may feel differently and want to concentrate on playing basketball or volleyball. Then she would need to go to a boarding school so she can play,” Beth said.

There was a knock on the door. Mandy jumped up and let Wendy in. “Since you guys are talking about my future, I think you might want to hear from me,” Wendy said.

Beth said, “If we spanked our kids, I would spank you right now Wendy. Since when has listening through the door been acceptable in this house?”

“Well mom, I’m a lot like Mandy in that I love daddy and I want him to be my first lover, but sometimes I want to get in trouble and get spanked before he makes love to me. Sometimes I want to take over your job as family pervert mom. I want him to hold me down and act like he’d fuck me whether I want it or not while I fight him until he overpowers me. That sounds stupid, because I already told you I want to do it, but I never claimed to make sense. I know you’ll make me wait until I’m fourteen, but I’d do it today, if you’d let me.

“As far as sports is concerned, I’m hoping I don’t get any taller so I can play hockey. Nothing gets to me like skating fast as the wind with knives strapped to my feet or banging some jerk against the boards. If I go and get tall, I don’t know what I’ll do,” Wendy said.

I said, “Wendy, you should do the sports you love to play, not the ones you think you’d be good at. If you want to play hockey, I’m sure we can find a coach who can see that a tall girl might be able to skate faster or her long arms might give her more leverage for a harder slap shot.

“I think we should listen to your mom on the lovemaking issue because she was a girl with strong desires and she was almost fifteen before we made love for the first time. I’m sure she has good reasons when she tells you to wait until you are fourteen. Most people in the Lower Forty-Eight would tell you that fourteen is too young and they’d think I was a criminal for making love to you.”

Beth said, “A girl’s body isn’t really ready for lovemaking until she’s at least fourteen. I know you feel like you are all grown up, but things in your pelvis are not mature yet. Your vagina still isn’t ready to be stretched as much as having your dad inside you will stretch you. It’s not a good idea to try intercourse when you are too young. It can hurt and make you afraid to try again. Your dad would be as careful and as gentle as it’s possible for a man to be, but Mother Nature tells a girl to get a man’s penis inside her so he can shoot sperm into her uterus and get her pregnant. Once you start begging a man to fuck you, he is going to give you what you ask for. If your vagina hasn’t gotten elastic enough yet, it’s going to hurt.

“All the things that make a girl ready to mate happen when her body has matured enough to breed, get pregnant, and have a baby. From what I’ve read, fourteen is statistically the youngest a girl has an acceptable risk of safely carrying and delivering a baby. That’s why we want you to wait until you are at least fourteen to have sex, just in case you accidentally get pregnant.”

“Well that makes good sense,” Mandy said.

“Good sense doesn’t make the waiting any easier,” Wendy said.

“I’ve wondered if dad could finger us or lick us so we could cum, but we’d all promise not to have intercourse,” Mandy said.

I frowned and said, “First, I’d be the bad guy, not giving you what your body tells your brain you are dying for. Second, you would get into seduction mode. A nubile female seems to need to get a guy excited enough to lose control, fuck her, dump a load of sperm in her womb, and get her pregnant. When that happened, I’d be the asshole with no self-control who knocked you up.

“If you are positive you want us to be lovers Mandy, we need to get you on birth control right away so there aren’t any accidents.”

Mandy laughed and said, “Mom tells me it would be a really bad idea to get pregnant at my age, but I have to tell you Mother Nature has done a number on me and I want it all. I want to be your lover and the mother of a whole bunch of your children, dad. I’d like to start making babies with you today and damn the consequences. Mom predicted I’d feel like that, so she took me to the doctor and he put me on birth control pills two months ago.”

Wendy giggled and said, “I’m definitely too young, but I day dream about you knocking me up and having your babies daddy. I’m such a pervert though and I also daydream about doing a threesome with our daughter when you pop her cherry. I imagine you knocking her up the first time you fuck her and you get me pregnant again the same night. Is that as perverted as you are mom?”

Beth laughed and said, “My being a pervert was kind of a joke I made up honey. I was too young according to a lot of people, but I was horny, in love, and I wanted anything and everything your dad could give me. I think you definitely take the title of family pervert Wendy.”