Chapter 30: Thanksgiving Six

“What’s your mortgage on this house?” Michael asked as he sat down opposite me with a glass of wine in his hands. He was wearing his bathing trunks and looking quite fit. It was Saturday morning and we were all relaxed.

Jill had come along behind him and also sat down. The sexy woman was wearing white lace boy shorts and a leather vest that waved and flopped open as she moved since it was unfastened. Her porn-star breasts were often on display. The white spike heels she wore were the perfect accent to her morning attire and made every male want to toss her down and fuck the bejesus out of her. She knew it, too.

We’d never really talked finances. When the subject of rent had come up when he and Jill came east, I bartered with them to decorate the huge space over the garage. Looking around the neighborhood anybody would easily guess that we had a house worth about eight million if it was finished inside the right way and if the landscaping underwent more of a makeover. I had ideas for all of those improvements but not enough time. This was a multiyear project, and besides, I was totally enjoying the large house ... and all its occupants.

I responded, “There’s a real estate trust that paid cash, but it was a fixer-upper and truth be told, we got it at a bargain basement price. Wendy, Tracy, and I are the holders of the trust and we put in equal amounts to buy the property for cash, leaving us some other funds to be used for improvements. My original intent was to take a couple of years and fix it up and then flip it. It was a high-risk move, I know that given the cost of the place, but the housing market in this city has never done anything but go up, up, up.

“Now, I’m not sure that I even want to sell this place. Heck, I’m on the water. I have a dock if I ever wanted to get a boat or jet skis. If I don’t want the bay, I have a pool that is huge compared to others on the cay or just about any single-dwelling pools. The view is fabulous. I have great neighbors on both sides that I occasionally fuck around with - literally. I’m not sure that I’d ever do better than this.”

He nodded, “Shucks, Jill and I were hoping to buy into the house. Truth be told, we love the house and the people in it, especially. I know we said that we would move out after my condo became available, but ... well, we’d like to stay, especially in the bedroom that we just renovated. I guess that I’m asking for permission to stay – all of us. What could we do to make that happen?”

Jill pushed her breasts through the opening in the leather vest. Her pierced nipples were erect, as usual. She teased, “I can definitely make it worth your while.” She gave me a lecherous grin. Fuck, she was so hot and ready for sex all the time; plus, she liked my style of lovemaking and we often got it on.

I said more to Michael, “That’s fine with me. We like you, and you know that I love Holly and Jill. You add a lot to this place by your presence. I’m glad that you want to stay with us.”

I laughed and turned to Jill. “I don’t need bribes, but I willingly accept your offer, but for later. I hate to admit it, but I’m still in recovery mode from last night.”

I turned to Michael, “If you’re up for it, there are two more bedrooms and two upstairs baths that need overhaul. They’re next on the list. Your bedroom is now much nicer than ours, or any other room in the house, for that matter. I’d love your help transforming all the remaining rooms to the same standard starting with those bedrooms and baths. Then there’s the formal dining area, plus improving greatly on the landscaping. I have some ideas jotted down on my laptop, but nothing locked in stone. Just flash ideas that I had at one time or another. As before, we’ll pay for materials and any outside labor; you and yours provide whatever sweat equity is required – and know that the rest of us will help alongside you.”

He smiled, “You’re on. We accept.” After a pause, he said, “If that’s the case, my current tenants in my condo want to extend for at least another year. Is it safe to tell them that I accept their offer?”

“Yes,” I told him. “Stay here – all of you. Oh, and get Denise involved. I like her.”

“You know that there are now mostly four of us – me, Holly, Jill, and more recently Denise – although she vacillates.”

I nodded. “I noticed. Denise and I had a lengthy talk last night.” I told him. “She seemed hesitant about our lifestyle – the sex and sharing between all of us. I think that she’s coming around. It’s the group sex aspect of what we do that might be her main bother.

“She’s struggling between the affection, love, and arousal on one side of that coin, and the tradition, morals, and upbringing she had on the other. I’m not sure what will win out in the long run. In the meanwhile, she’s exploring her sexual side for the first time in her life. Apparently, both her marriages were very vanilla in that area.”

I went on, “We had one other woman with us not that long ago that went through that process. I guess she got a boyfriend who decided he couldn’t cope with the group stuff, and she left us to be with him. Alice got a promotion to a real estate office in Tarpon Springs at the same time. Steve Dunham, her boyfriend, was working nearby, and they started to live together. She’d been to our parties and Steve came once or twice. I guess it all became too much for them. I think Steve was kind of possessive.”

I had gotten tears in my eyes. I loved Alice – even still loved her. She was so sweet and talented, yet she had her own life arc to follow. She had been Penny’s assistant, and had taken over that role in the real estate office after Penny’s sudden death. Penny had been Tracy’s mother and Wendy’s guardian. I subsequently became guardian of both teens after she died – one runaway and her BFF.

Michael said, “Sometime, I might like to talk to Alice to see if she can give me any insights into her thought process. It might help me in dealing with Denise.”

“Any time. I should call her, too. She probably thinks that I’m irrevocably angry at her for abandoning us the way she did. I’m not, although she did leave suddenly. I really didn’t want to do anything that would interfere with her relationship with Steve. I quickly figured out that was important to her. Although he turned out to be more of a monogamist, I’m not angry with him either.”

Michael took that in. He said, “Well, can we look at the areas you want improved, show me your ideas, and get me aimed at some of those projects. I think Scott wants to help, too, now that his bedroom is completed.”

An hour later, I was back at my table in the shade on the patio. Michael, Scott, and Denise were again going through each of the remaining rooms to be redone doing their own lists. Denise was taking pictures and also talking about various options and ideas that she thought of. I left them to it. I had been learning at work that I had to delegate more than I did.

Wendy and Tracy appeared on the patio one afternoon and they were laughing. I looked up and questioned them with my look.

Wendy said, “Well, today was the culmination of a visit with a dentist a month ago to get my teeth cleaned. I guess that I’m really a teenager now and will be for the next two years.”

I said, “I don’t understand.”

Wendy stood in front of me, got me to look at her face, and then gave me a forced and very broad smile.

OMG. She had braces on her teeth – uppers and lowers. Each tooth had a small tab cemented onto it, and a wire ran around both uppers and lowers connecting them all together, pulling on some teeth and pushing on others to straighten out her teeth. We knew this would happen sometime, but I hadn’t known when. Tracy had had braces when we first met, but she was at the end of cycle at that time. Now, she only wore the retainer most nights.

“Tell me,” I said.

“I left school early today to see my Orthodontist – Dr. Mayer. She’s nice, but my mouth is sore. I have to see her every two or three weeks for the next two years so she can tweak my new braces, and then I’ll have to wear a retainer for years. That said, my teeth will be straight and my overbite will be corrected. Right now, my teeth are sore.”

Tracy teased her, “Don’t you think that she looks like she’s now thirteen, at least when she smiles?”

I chuckled along with Tracy. She was right. Wendy did look about three- or four-years younger, more at the age teens normally got such devices on their teeth.

Wendy waved us away. She said, “I’ll have to cope. We saw Garth coming into the house. He thinks they make me look sexier and more fuckable, but then he noted that everything I did had the same effect.”

I nodded, “There is that, for sure.”

Tracy teased, “Everyone is going to want to have sex with the young teen now. Man, talk about jail bait – right here, right now.”

I heard the sharp staccato click of high heels coming across the patio from behind me. Without looking I knew it was Jill, even on a Saturday morning. She loved spike heels and usually walked with authority.

Jill stood beside me. She was still in her lacy boy shorts and unbuttoned leather vest. “Jill, you are sex personified. I’m glad you’re here as a role model for all the other women.”

She put her huge shoulder bag on the ground. “Thank you for letting me continue to live here.” For some reason, she sounded almost apologetic.

“I love you. I don’t want you to leave.” I reached out and pulled her into my lap for a hug.

She went on, “You also love Wendy, Tracy, Lauren, Misty, Holly, Dakota, and Lola – and a few others.” She was smirking.

“What can I say? I am a hopeless romantic and all of you make it so easy to fall in love with you. In any case, I am sincere when I say that I’m glad you’ll continue to be here. I guess Michael is now my general contractor and in charge of the remaining updates to the house.”

Jill nodded. “He’s excited. His consulting job isn’t currently challenging him, even with his promotion, so the makeover work is a wonderful substitution. He feels very validated by you, too. In case you didn’t know, you’ve become his best friend and role model.”

She reached over and dug around in her shoulder bag. She said, “I have a present for you – for everyone really.” She passed me three plastic containers with DVDs in each one.

“These are videos of my first foray of work for the production company in Tampa. When I get some with all the colorful and sexy covers, I’ll give you those, too, but they won’t happen for another couple of months. These are finish DVD copies, however. I hope you and everyone likes them.”

I posed, “It’s okay to play them at our weekend parties?”

She grinned, “Absolutely. You know me; I have no modesty and I love publicity. I think they’ll post short clips of these online next weekend, but only for premium viewers. I’m allowed to promote them a little on my OnlyFans pages and on my website.”

“I’ve been remiss about visiting your Internet presence. Are they worth the effort?”

She smiled, “The two sites bring in about $5,000 a month.”

I teased, “I guess a lot of guys like to have a vision of you as they masturbate?” I made a lewd gesture that made her laugh.

She said, “Seems that way. It’s certainly worth it to me.” Jill leaned in and kissed me. “Are you available to play right now?”

I loved to be blatantly propositioned. We stood and I took her hand. “Not only yes, but hell yes.” I kissed her as she finished standing. I reached inside the loose flaps of her vest to fondle her breasts with both hands, toying with the little bar bells that pierced each nipple. Jill moaned in our next kiss.

Only a few minutes later we were beside the doubly large bed in the newly decorated bedroom over the garage and were both stripping off clothing and shoes. Jill was talking about what she hoped our union and my cunnilingus would do for her – orgasms, orgasms, orgasms.

Naked we fell on the bed, kissed, and then my mouth and tongue found the way to her wet pussy.

I whispered to Wendy one Saturday afternoon about a week later that I wanted a few minutes of ‘private time’ with her. I’d used that terminology before and that it signaled that I had an issue I wanted to talk about.

Wendy and I started to walk down the street in front of the house. The day was sunny and hot, even though the holidays were approaching.

Wendy looked at me and said, “Yes, do it. We all approve. We’ve talked.”

“Huh?” I blathered out. I hadn’t raised my issue yet.

Wendy laughed, “You were going to dance all around before getting to the point of asking about Dakota becoming a fiancée. Well, your other fiancées have talked about that, and even had some revealing conversations with Dakota so that we know that she loves you and worships the ground you walk on. She also loves us, and each of us has interacted with her many times making love and having sex, and then as friends in many other ways. We want you to get a ring, similar to ours, and find some magic occasion and get down on one knee and ask her to become engaged to you – and to all of us. We not only approve; we want you to do it.”

I’d come to a complete stop. Wendy had continued a few steps as she’d talked. She stopped and turned back to look at me.

I asked, “How’d you do that? How’d you know that was on my mind?”

Wendy came into my arms and kissed me, right there in the middle of Sable Palm Drive. Fortunately, there was no traffic.

She said, “Matt, I love you. I have become very attuned to what you think about and how you think about it. It’s part of how I can show you the best love that I can. I feel about you the same way that Dakota does. All of your fiancées do. She’s been a de facto fiancée for months, plus she lives here full time. She’s in our bed every night, but she is an early riser, so you may not be aware of her perfect attendance.”

“And ... and it’ll be all right with you, and I guess the others, if I give her a ring and all?

“It will. We approve. You don’t even need to talk to the others, at least about this topic. They all knew why we were leaving to take this walk.”

“Wait! What do you mean?”

Wendy laughed and turned me back towards the house, “Matt, there was only one reason for you to want to talk to me in ‘private time’ today. If it hadn’t of been me, it would have been Tracy, Misty, Lauren, or Holly. We all would have just had the same brief discussion with you. You watch the looks we get when we walk in the house.”

Wendy was right. As we came in the door, Tracy came and kissed me after setting down a clothes basket. She whispered, “I concur. The move is overdue.” She didn’t even clarify the topic; she just assumed. I guess I was that transparent.

Misty smiled and winked at me and shot me a thumbs-up gesture. Holly passed nearby and kissed me. She just hummed her agreement, “Mmmmm mmmm.” Lauren also kissed me and said, “Hurry up; you’re late on this move. The jewelry store is still open.”

Wendy came with me to the jewelers that afternoon. She even knew Dakota’s ring size. I bounced the heel of my hand off my forehead when she revealed that fact. The jeweler laughed. We walked out with the ring and my credit card receipt with big numbers on it again.

Thanksgiving was the following week. We’d invited all the parents, siblings, and relatives of our what was kind of our nuclear family to the house. Fortunately, not everyone accepted otherwise we would have been swamped with people.

My parents – Connie and Mark – flew in from California, foregoing their usual family time with my older sister and family. They’d gotten snippet after snippet about me through emails, my Facebook page, and a few texts so that they’d learned that I had five fiancées, but they didn’t believe. Mom’s reply email to the invitation said that she wanted to ‘meet the ‘real’ fiancée, if, indeed, there was one.’ She didn’t think her nerdy, geeky son had developed the social skills at age thirty-one sufficient to attract a meaningful woman.