Chapter 27: Home and Work – Part 5

We Are Family

“Good morning, lover,” I whispered as I gently fondled the breast in my left hand.

“Good morning, partner.”

“Di, I really like the sound of that.”

“Good. I had a dream last night,” Diana said as she rolled to face me. “All I remember from it was somebody telling me that I had two choices. I could be a lover, but that didn’t mean that I would be a partner, or I could be a partner and that would encompass everything in life from lover to friend to confidant to teacher. I want to be your partner and learn how to grow into the rest of those roles.”

“OK, partner, how about we share a shower and a breakfast?” I asked.

“How about we share each other first?”

We made love and I could feel an added closeness.

“That was nice, Mick. Not just the orgasms but there was more.”

“Yeah. I felt it too. Now, do you know what I’m feeling?”

“That you have to pee?”

“Wanna race?”

“No, you go ahead, and I’ll go in the shower while it warms up.”

“I can wait. Let it warm up, then we can both go in there.”

Warm water coming out of a shower head really can make you have to pee. We both relieved ourselves before we washed each other. We dried and dressed. I made the eggs; Diana made the coffee and toast. The drive to work that morning was in my SUV and we held hands the whole way.

I walked into the office to get some coding done before I had my meeting with our most unhappy client. Diana gave a me a good luck kiss before I left, and I was off on a great high note. The meeting went great and I fixed the problem right there and reinstalled the software. The owner was impressed that I would personally handle the problem the way I did.

“I’m going to do whatever it takes to make sure you are satisfied with any product that comes out of our company.”

“Well then, what happened a few months ago that caused so much trouble?”

“My wife, one of our original partners, passed away from breast cancer. We were still newlyweds, and I took it pretty hard. But I’m back in the groove now and have partners that care about each other and everything we do.”

“I’m sorry about your wife. If this is how you are going to handle your business going forward, then you’re going to have us as clients for a very long time.”

“Thank you. I’m going to head back to the office, unless you need something else.”

“I think we’re good. Thank you again, and good luck to you.”

I went out to my car and called the office to tell everyone that the meeting went great. As I drove back to the office, I ran some numbers in my head and figured that we were all going to be millionaires a lot sooner than we expected. Our clients were telling others that we were an exceptional company and that we were worth the money to hire us.

Back at the office I sat down with Lissa and Jos and told them that we were going to get buried in the next few months and to let me know when it started. I told Tasha that our marketing efforts needed to be to our current clients and to offer special perks if they steered us new clients. I sat down with Gayle, the second, who I had been kind of ignoring.

“Gayle, first I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around.”

“I understand Mr. O’Dell. Losing your wife was incredibly horrible. She was the single nicest person I have ever met.”

“She was a gem. Now we are in a spot. As the HR department you are about to become very important.”

“Are we getting ready for the first expansion? Sasha told me it would be coming sooner than later. She and I spent a lot of time going over how to proceed. I’m ready to go, unless you plan to hire more than 50 people in the next month.”

“No, I don’t think that will be the case,” I said, starting to be very impressed with Sasha’s hire. “But it might be an additional 4 to 6. We may need another programmer and another for administration to handle the billing as well as someone to help you with the crap the government is going to drop on us. Sales and marketing will probably need an additional person.”

“That sounds about like what Sasha was expecting. I’ll be ready when you need me.”

“Thank you, Gayle, you just took a load off my mind.”

“No problem, Mr. O’Dell.”

“Everyone else here calls me Mick, you should too. OK?”

“Yes sir.”

“Ouch.”

“Sorry. Sure ... Mick,” her pause was over exaggerated.

“Much better ... Gayle.”

I over exaggerated my response and chuckled, before going back to my desk. I found James with his head buried in his computer.

“What’s up James?”

“I found a crack in the back door we use to get into locked up systems. I am working to close the crack without eliminating the back door. Then we will need to include it in the next security update.”

“How bad?”

“Bad enough. I’ll have it squared away by tomorrow at noon and updated into all of our client’s computers overnight when we do the general updates.”

“Thanks James. And I haven’t had the time to thank you for holding this shit show together when I was messed up.”

“Diana did most of the holding. Lissa held me together.”

“Have you guys set a date yet?”

“No, we were kind of waiting for you and Diana to pick a date, then we were going to work around that.”

“Don’t wait for us,” I said.

“Is there a problem?” James looked worried.

“No, not at all, but I think we both want to be sure. I am sure that I want to marry her. She is sure that she wants to marry me. Now we just have to be sure that the other is sure.”

“That doesn’t make a damned bit of sense,” James said holding is head with both hands.

“Ain’t love grand? I have some company business to work on, are you good, or do I need to do some coding for you?”

“Nope I am good. Go do your big time, serious, business mogul thing.”

“OK, thanks.”

I booted up my desktop and while James buried his head in his coding, I went to the Realtor’s site that Sasha and I had found. I checked to see if the property was still available. It was and the price had been reduced. I pulled out my phone and punched in the number of the listing agent.

“Skill and Skill, how may I direct your call?”

“Good morning. I would like to speak with Agent Masters, please.”

“Please hold for one moment.”

There was a click, elevator music, then another click.

“This is Ryan Masters.”

“Hello Mr. Masters. My name’s Mick O’Dell and you have a property listed that I have been looking at. I’d like to know more about it.”

“Wonderful, which property is it?”

“Do you want the reference number or the listing number?”

“Our reference number is fine.”

“The reference number is MPL 12066”

“Really?” Ryan Masters immediately said cautiously.

“That didn’t sound good,” I said.

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit surprised. No one has called about that property in a long time. I would love to get it off our books.”

“That’s a surprise to me. Shouldn’t you be telling me that this is a great property and one that will be perfect for me?”

“Not this time. Look Mr. O’Dell. This is an old property. The structure was built to last for a long time, but the previous owners let the interior go to hell and some squatters got in. The place is a mess and will take a lot to clean it up and make it usable again.”

We talked for a bit longer and I told him what I had in mind for the building and how I wanted to proceed.

“Mr. O’Dell, if you have the funds to carry this off, I can see it working. The seller is, as we say in the business, highly motivated to sell. Before the place went to hell it could have sold for well over $5 Million. If you make an offer of $750,000 you can get the thing into your hands and out of mine.”

“Let’s do that. How do I have to proceed?”

“Give me your fax number. I’ll send you the forms. You fill them out and fax them back.”

“Do I need to get a lawyer involved?”

“You’ll want to have your lawyer look at the deal at each step along the way.”

“I don’t have a fax. If you email the forms, I will have them signed and scanned and returned to you.”

“Give me your email address and I’ll get it to you.”

The ball was rolling. I was getting excited and that night in bed, after we made love, I told Diana all about the deal.

“Really? That price is great, but if it costs five mil to fix the place up...”

“I don’t think it will. The realtor says that the building is rock solid. When the inspection gets done, we’ll find out. I can pull out of the deal then and it won’t cost anything but the lawyer and the inspection.”

“When do I get to see it?”

“I’ll call the realtor back and maybe we can take a long lunch tomorrow and see it.”

“You haven’t seen it in person yet?”

“No, but Sasha drove by it and said it looked good.”

“OK. Let’s do a long lunch.”

I took Diana in my arms and snuggled my rejuvenated erection between her cheeks. She took my hand and placed it on her left breast and wiggled back. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, when I returned Diana had rolled over onto her stomach. I pulled the cover off her and took several minutes looking at her wonderful butt and her smooth back. I laid down on my back and set my hand on her butt, with my little finger pressed between her soft and warm cheeks. In the morning, I woke in the same position.

I woke Diana by softly tracing random shapes on the soft skin of her butt. After a while, I heard a soft moan and her butt clenched and relaxed a few times.

“That feels nice. I’ll have to do that for you sometime.”

“I’d like that. Ready to start the day?”

“I’m ready to spend the next day of the rest of my life with you.”

“Now THAT sounds nice.”

We kissed and shared our morning breath before going to the bathroom. I warmed up the shower while she sat on the toilet. When she finished, I stopped her before she cleaned herself.

“Come in here and I’ll take care of that for you.”

I’m not sure which made me happier, her smile, her giggle, or her wiggle as she stepped into the shower with me, but I was happy. I got happier as she began to beat me off with her soapy hands.

“Tell me when you are going to cum. I want it in my mouth.”

In a few minutes, with that vision in my head, I told her I was close. She turned me so the water washed the soap off her hands and my cock. The increased friction set me off and Diana locked her lips around the head as I shot a load into her mouth. As I came, Diana stroked me with one hand and fondled my balls with the other.

Fully drained, I was released, and Diana stood to show me the load.

“Are you going to swallow, or share?” I asked.

Taking my head in both hands, Diana locked her lips onto mine and we shared the load she had extracted from me. Our tongues mixed the sperm as we both swallowed. After the shower we were setting our clothes out for the day. Diana took out a pair of panties and I stopped her. I reached into the drawer that held all her underwear.

“Please wear these. For me.”

She looked at the black thong and smiled. Then she reached into my drawer and pulled out a similar black thong, but one with a pouch to accommodate my cock and balls in comfort.

“Then you wear this for me.”

“If you help me put it on and make sure that my stuff is correctly in the pouch.”

I lifted a leg and Diana bent over showing off her hanging tits. I stepped my foot through the one pants opening, then switched legs. She pulled up the thong and made extra sure that it was seated properly between my ass cheeks, then she made sure that my cock and balls were set in the pouch just right.

I took her thong and performed the same courtesy for her, taking a little extra time to be sure that she had no curly hairs sticking out and that she was properly aroused for our exciting day.

After a morning at work, I told the ladies that I was taking my fiancé out to lunch and Diana and I took off for the building. We met the realtor right on time, and we walked around the building. It was two stories and square. The building took up the better part of the entire block, with the outer walls set back from the sidewalk by about 20 feet, leaving plenty of room for a security fence. The area was light industrial, but the zoning was general.

“Damn, Mick, do you really think that we are going to grow so big that we will use all this space?”

“Eventually, if our plan works out, yes.”

The realtor pulled out the keys and opened the door and stopped us before we moved forward.

“The smell is not very good. With the water off, the plumbing doesn’t work, and the squatters filled the toilets. Then they just took dumps and pissed wherever they wanted,” he explained.

“God, how can people live like that?” Diana was sadly amazed.

“I don’t know,” Ryan said.

We walked in, taking our steps with care, talking about my wild ass guesses as we went around the first, then second floors.

“I figure the cleaning will take about $250,000. If it’s as bad as I think, we’ll need to sand-blast the place. I figure another $100,000 for the plumbing. Another $200,000 for the partitioning of the rooms. Add in another $150,000 for a new roof and for $700,000 over the sale price we can end up with a building worth more than $5 million.”

Diana looked at me with a quizzical look on her face.

“What? I told you Sasha and I had talked about our hopes and dreams. Once she saw the place and I looked at the satellite views, we made some monetary estimates. I’d made some inquiries into costs before Sasha got sick.”

Diana squeezed my forearm and leaned her head against my shoulder. Then she straightened up and looked around.

“Wait a second. We’ve been walking in a big circle. What’s in the middle?”

I smiled and nodded at the realtor. I knew because I had looked at the overhead view on Google Earth. The building was a big square and inside was a nice big courtyard. He took us to one of the interior doors and unlocked it before pushing it open on its rusty hinges.

“Wow! Mick, this could be a great park area for breaks or meetings.”

“I know, right? I think that having a park to look at once in a while will take stress off everyone. I was even thinking that we could build a small stream that runs around the courtyard.”

“I like it! Let’s do it,” Diana said closing the deal as far as she was concerned.

With our tour complete, the deal was set to move forward. The inspection revealed that the building was solid, and the roof probably had another 15 years on it. The electrical and the plumbing all needed to be replaced, and brought up to code, which I figured. The work in the courtyard could be done after the building was done and the business had moved in.

That night in bed, we made love, and with Diana’s butt still impaled on me, she lay back on my chest. I held her and kissed the top of her head.

“Are you happy with how this is going?” I asked.

“Which this do you mean?” Diana queried.

“Our life together. Our love making. Our talking and making business plans together. All of it.” After outlining my thoughts, I waited for the best answer.

“Mick, this life is what I was dreaming of when I conned you into going to camp. Everything is wonderful,” my lady said warmly.

“Good, because when the building is done, we are going to move out of this apartment and live on the second floor. The park in the courtyard will be for our children and will be our own private nudist camp for our friends and family.”

“Friends?”

“Yeah, don’t you think that Tasha and Jos and Lissa will enjoy it?”

“I do. Even James,” Diana said.

“So, you want to see James dick?”

“I saw it at the wedding. Besides if he got Lissa’s attention it must be impressive when put to the task.”

“Do you want to test drive him?”

She paused and lifted her head to look me in the eyes, not looking pleased.

“Mick, I don’t want anyone but you. Ever.”

We talked a little more before Diana got up and went to the bathroom. She came back with a washcloth and a towel. She washed me, then put the towel under us to cover the wet spot. She climbed back on top of me and snuggled until she fell asleep.

In the morning, Diana was still on top of me and my morning wood had grown up between her legs. What a nice way to wake up. My brain must have sent waves to Diana’s as she began to move up and down and finally, she moved up high enough to be able to slide my cock into her.

“Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning, lover.”

“It’s going to take about 6 months to finish the building. We can then have our wedding in the park. How does that sound?”

“It sounds like a plan. Ooh, a naked wedding?” Diana sounded gleeful.

“No. This is your first marriage; you’re going to want your family there. I don’t think they will understand,” I admonished her.

“Mick, you forgot that my mom and dad are nudists too. My whole family, all of them are.”

“What about the other guests?” I asked.

“What guests. Your new mom and dad didn’t mind being naked at your wedding. That reminds me, have you told them about us?” Diana asked, looking concerned.

“Actually, I asked them before I said yes to you. I found out that Sasha sent them a video like the one she made for us. It had a similar message and they both send their love and will try to be here for the wedding. They want us to send them the date as soon as we have it set.”

“Gayle is the only question mark and just because we’re naked doesn’t mean she has to be. Although Gayle does seem to have a sexy body,” Diana related in a sexy voice.

“Oh, so now you want to take a peek at Gayle?” I chuckled.

“OK! So, I like to look. I’m a nudist!”

“You spent too much time with Mr. Skinner!” I laughed and finished making love to her.

“Diana? Will you please marry me?” I asked after we both came down from the thrill of our orgasmic summit.

“Yes, again,” we kissed, and I gave Diana one more orgasm.

At work that day, we told everyone about the building and the plans for it. Diana had the ladies completely enthused with the idea that we could walk out in the park naked at lunch! I had to slow everyone’s roll and explain to James, Gayle and Ryan, our new programmer, what we had recently experienced at camp. They seemed nonplussed. I half expected that from James, since he had become engaged to Lissa, but not the others.

Gayle just sat there and never even blinked an eye. It was like she was looking at me and saying “And?” with every revelation. After I had my say, I took Diana off to the side, she kissed me and seemed like she wanted me to just have at her on the top of my desk.

“Di! Slow down.”

“But Mick, it is so exciting!”

“Diana, we still have work to do.”

“I know, but the idea of being able to walk down the stairs with my husband, naked and do a day’s work without any clothes on is fantastic!”

“Whoa! Who said anything about working naked?” She sounded so much like Sasha, when she had first seen the building.

“I did! It’s going to be so sexy to see Tasha walking around with those big old titties swinging around. I may have to stop by her desk just to take a suck on them.”

“Diana! That will not happen. Can you imagine the absolute hell that would erupt if a client showed up with a problem and everyone, they met was naked? Imagine if they were like a Baptist! Or worse, a Presbyterian! Jesus Christ, we could lose clients every day.”

The reality of the possible problems brought Diana’s glee to a screaming halt.

“Yeah, I see what you mean,” Diana paused, then she lit up again. “But we could have naked Fridays once a month.”

“Diana, we are not going to have any naked anything in the office. In the office we are normal everyday business people who offer a great software service. PERIOD!”

“Spoil sport.”

She stuck her tongue out and gave me a raspberry before she slowly walked back to her desk. As she walked away, I imagined what it WOULD be like if all of the people there worked naked. God, between Lissa’s ass, and Tasha’s tits, and Jos’s pussy, and Diana’s everything, I would have a permanent hard-on! I would be painting the ceilings with cum every day ... no, several times each day!

About two months later, I was sitting at my desk, writing a particularly difficult bit of software for one customer, when Diana walked up to my desk.

“Lover, when do we get possession of the building”

“The contractor said that we could have the building in another three weeks.”

“Oh.”

“Why? You don’t seem to be happy. Can we start sending out invitations to our wedding soon?”

Diana looked at me and kind of smiled and had her hands clasped in front of her. She was turning left and right like a 12-year old who was going to have to admit to stealing cookies.

“Will you still want to marry a fat girl?”

“Diana! You are not fat! Besides, I would still be proud to marry you if you were.”

“Good!”

Wait, she’s not fat. What the fuck? It might have been a 5-watt refrigerator bulb, but it suddenly clicked on.

“Diana? Is there something that you want to tell me?”

“I guess so. I quit using my birth control and it would appear that you hit the target really fast.”

“What?” I was worried after thinking Sasha was pregnant and finding differently. “I remember you saying no kids until we were married.”

“By the time we get married ... naked ... I hope, I will be about five months pregnant.”

I leaned back in my chair and looked at Diana. Then I looked at James.

“Hey! This was not retribution for you getting me pregnant! I had nothing to do with this!” He held up both hands and laughed his ass off.

I shook my head and looked back to Diana.

“Pregnant?” I still sounded like an unbeliever.

“Yes.”

“Our baby?”

“Of course, you goof.”

“Our ... baby.”

“Also, I peeked. Do you want to know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

“Sure, I guess so.”

“Well, the baby’s name will be Sasha. Does that give you a hint?”

“Sasha? That could be a boy or a girl.”

“Yeah. I guess you’ll have to wait. Mick, I promised her before she ... you know ... that our first boy or girl would be named after her.”

I pulled Diana down onto my lap and held her tight.

“We’re having a baby. I’m going to be a father.”

Tears of abject joy flowed from my eyes.

“And I’m going to be a mother. That’s how it usually works.”

“But Diana ... I’m going to be a daddy!”

She kissed my tears away and pulled my head to her breasts and stroked my bald head.

“You are not going to be a daddy. You are going to be a great daddy. And you need a shave.”

We sat there for the longest time, before Jos walked by and saw us.

“Hey! No fraternizing with the employees!”

“Jos, we’re having a baby.”

I’ve never heard a real live sonic boom, but I think it might sound like Jos after hearing the news.

Lissa and Gayle and Tasha came running in and Jos was still screaming.

“A BABY! A BABY! THEY’RE HAVING A BABY!”

“Damn, girl. Who is having a baby?” Tasha asked.

“Tasha, Diana and I are having a little girl. Diana is going to name her Sasha Diana,” I was so proud.

“I never said it was a girl and I never told you her middle name,” Diana said.

“Di, you would never name the boy Sasha.”

“Yes, I would!”

“And, if you get to choose her first name, then I get to choose her middle name,” I sort of demanded.

“Sasha Diana O’Dell. I like it Mick. I agree with your selection.”

“You mean that I’m right for once.”

“Mick, now that I’m pregnant, we can fuck like bunnies!” Diana bounced up and down on my lap.

“I thought we were already.”

“Not even close, lover.” Diana wiggled on my lap and kissed the tip of my nose.

My other ladies and employees laughed at me dilemma.

“Oh shit, I’m going to die!” It was supposed to be sound like a whine.

That was the end of the days’ work for the women folk as the plans began to come together for the baby shower. Which turned out to be a glorious affair for Diana and the ladies. The ladies gave us more diapers than I thought we would ever need (I was way wrong on that one, by the way).

When the wedding invitations went out and specified that the wedding would be a nude wedding, the R.S.V.P.’s came flying back in. Even Gayle got excited about prancing around naked in front of everyone.

I was sitting at my desk typing furiously when James came in and told me that he would not be at the wedding.

“What? How come?”

“Lissa wants me to stick my dick in her ass and stand there in front of God and everyone as you two get married.”

“She wants your dick in her ass as we get married?” I’m always amazed at Lissa.

“Yup! How fucked up is that?”

“Have you taken the time to ask her why? Lissa usually has a very good and logical reason for the things she does.”

“I asked and she said it was no big deal.”

“No big deal?”

“Yeah, how fucked up is that?”

“Well, knowing Lissa, I would say that it is right up there with some other things she has done.”

“Like fucking on the washing machine?”

I looked at James with my mouth open.

“Mick, Lissa’s told me that she has not held back anything from me. And, frankly, it scares the shit out of me. I mean, if she IS holding anything back, I’m going to fucking die! I know that you’ve had sex with her. She has told me that she loves you, but that she is IN love with me.”

“Which episode with the washing machine did she tell you about?” I asked.

“She told me about the time that you and she had sex on the machine.”

“So she didn’t tell you about the time she had a dildo stuck to the top of the washing machine and had it in her pussy and had a plug in her butt, AFTER she had offset the machine load?”

“No!” He said in disbelief.

“Yeah. The thing hit the spin cycle and was off balance and she couldn’t get off the machine and had to ride it out until the machine stopped. Two spin cycles! She passed out and couldn’t get off the machine!”

“Really?”

“James, if I was you, I would put your foot down. Tell Lissa, that you will only go to the wedding if she is on her best behavior. Tell her you’ll stick your dick in her ass at your wedding!”

“Oh hell no! She’ll agree to that!”

“Yeah you might be right there,” I laughed.

“OK, boss. I’ll be there.”

We shook hands and at that point I knew James was a friend for life.

The building renovation went really fast. The exterior didn’t need any work at all, being covered in various climbing vines. It gave the industrial area around us a healthy look. We didn’t have to do any structural repairs, or upgrades, at all. All the necessary work was done on the interior. The building interior was stripped to bare walls, floors, and ceiling, then sand blasted. One side of the buildings first floor was finished as our new offices. The space was many times the size of our current space, and that was just on one of the four sides.

The landscapers finished their work on the park, planting trees and laying down sod. They set up picnic tables and a shelter with a fire pit and grill under it. On the same side of the building as the office, the second floor now had a very nice, big, block long, four-bedroom apartment. It featured a huge kitchen and dining area, a nursery for the kids, a man-cave for the dad, a mommy room, a living room for visitors, a formal dining room for parties, and a family room for ... family. The windows facing out on the first were heavily tinted, while those on the second floor were walled up. But more windows were added facing the interior park so the apartment had plenty of natural light.

By our wedding day, the company had moved in downstairs and Diana and I had moved into the apartment upstairs. The naked wedding was the most beautiful thing I could imagine. Everyone we invited came. We had the guys undress in one of the bedrooms and the ladies in another.

Sasha’s mom and dad, now my mom and dad, were able to make it. Their presence made the wedding so much better that we decided to incorporate them into the ceremony. Diana made a point of introducing her mom and dad to me and Sasha’s, and after the ceremony we made plans to spend a week at the nudist camp that summer.

Gayle was the only single woman there and she was also the only one not nude. She was wearing a very small, brilliantly white, thong.

“Gayle, I’m so glad you said that you would be here. I was surprised. I never took you as someone who would be seen naked around a mess of strangers. I didn’t think that you would be comfortable with it.”

“Sasha would have killed me if I hadn’t been here. Besides we talked about it and I told her before she hired me that I would have no problem being naked around you or the others.”