Chapter 63: Barbie

“Jean, you still taste the same as you did before you got pregnant.” Crystal was the one that made the comment. I was merely an observer to the sapphic interaction between my wife and my fiancée.

I’d come to the same conclusion about Jean’s taste from a happy effort I’d exerted in her living room a few days earlier not long after Jean told me she was pregnant. I was overjoyed. I insisted that Jean come home with me on Friday to share our news with the rest of the intentional family. I wanted her to see the reaction of the others

Jean made sure that I knew there was no doubt about the pregnancy being my doing. Yes, we’d played with Bob and Connie, but since Jean had come off the pill, she made him use a condom. We weren’t particularly trying to get pregnant, but we weren’t trying not to either.

After Jean told the other women, I was a forgotten entity. I wasn’t even acknowledged as the sperm donor. Jean’s condition had erupted from immaculate conception. While the women all talked at once with Jean as the great object of interest, I went and got myself a glass of white wine over ice, and a ginger ale for Jean.

Ross, Trish, and Kim came in the door from the patio. They’d walked over the path from next door. They set down a few things they were sharing for dinner, and the women stood and assessed the hen fest in the living room.

Trish turned to me with a smile and one question, “Jean?”

I smiled and nodded. She rushed into the fray squealing in delight that one of ‘Dave’s Harem’ was pregnant. Kim was right behind her. Why do women’s voices rise two octaves when they squeal about good news?

Ross and I bumped fists. He said, “I’m too young to be a grandfather.”

“Not anymore.”

My status with the women as ‘sperm donor’ was reestablished over dinner. The emphasis taken was that I had to shape up over the next seven months so I’d be the ‘best father’ EVER. I accepted that challenge, but didn’t think I needed to change anything.

While Jean continued to be monopolized by the women over the weekend, I made a list of things that her pregnancy spawned in my thinking.

I wanted her to move to Florida, so she was with me more of the time, especially on our weekends. I didn’t want her traveling back and forth lugging our child, diaper bags, and her own luggage everywhere, even in the corporate jet.

Jean needed to hire a replacement for herself for the Atlanta office. I couldn’t think of any of the clerical staff that impressed me near as much as she did, so I suspected an outside hire. Maybe Meg could help with that. Jean would also have to give ‘official’ notice that she’d be taking a leave from her job. Of course, in my opinion, she could become a full-time mother, and never want for anything.

Names! We’d have to come up with a boy and girl’s names for the infant. One of the first questions that people ask when they hear of your impending parenthood is, “Have you thought of a name?” I wanted to be able to state a name or two, and not sound wishy-washy with no name.

If I got Jean to move to Sarasota, what would happen to our condominium. I guessed that I’d keep living there alone three days a week unless I was making the rounds of the other offices.

I would have to talk to my lawyer. He’d laugh. I wanted to provide for Jean and our children, just as though we were married. The complicating factor was the distribution of my many assets across my wives and, in this case, fiancées.

Oh, I should ‘marry’ Jean. We’d have the same kind of ceremony that I did with Carol. We stayed legal as far as the state was concerned, but I made deep loving commitments to her. I hoped that Jean would do that. I wanted her to feel my love and commitment to her, and hence to our child.

Space! Good grief, how could I forget. I needed to arrange a room for Jean, and a separate nursery for our child. Tara’s room was empty most of the time, and it did have an ensuite bath, but there was no attached space for a nursery. I pondered that question for a while with no immediate solution.

Later in the evening, I shared my list with Jean. She was eager to move to Sarasota, especially to be with me and everyone else that had joined our tribe. We skipped over solutions to a few of the other things on my list, such as baby names. I asked her about her expected future philosophy about her lifestyle post-delivery.

Jean said, “Just because I’m pregnant or have a child, doesn’t mean I want to stop making love with the people I love. I love everyone in this clan that’s seems to be growing around you, and most of them are in Sarasota. I want in, too. So, I don’t plan to change anything other than for the time around my delivery while my body readjusts to carrying junior around and then expelling him or her.

Jean came in with me to the Sarasota office for work on Friday morning. She made a beeline for Alice, and the two of them squealed around for bit about Jean’s new ‘condition’, and then they got to work.

The Friday evening crowd gathered at the house as usual. We had cocktails and dinner, and again Jean was the star of the evening. To my surprise, I heard her arranging to do a porn video with Crystal and Carol the next day. Apparently, Crystal had already gotten our friends Mitch and Bill lined up to be her partners in an M-M-F video. Being pregnant hadn’t slowed Jean down a bit. Moreover, it’d be months before she started to show a baby bump.

At our evening gathering were the two newest members of the Crystal Blue Photography staff – Dane Anders and Kent Savage. Carol whispered to me, “We didn’t fuck around in the office today, so they’re primed and ready to fire.”

I laughed, and I could tell that she had designs on both of them for later in the evening. It was nice to fraternize with the people you worked with. I learned that Kent, for one, would also be at the videoing of Jean the next day. He was expanding his skills into the videography end of things, and not just on the editing end.

I did hear about the latest video the two young men were chewing on that had come from Matt Volpetti. A couple in Minneapolis had submitted a film they made with two of their friends. The foursome consisted of two hot men and two hotter women, but the choreography of their fuck session, and the video angles were classified as ‘weird’, ‘amateurish’, and ‘difficult to correct’. Kent was using a feature on one of his editing program that would let him capture only part of the screen, yet keep the video rolling. This corrected partially for some of the bad angles and sloppy photography.

Kent said, “With Jean, tomorrow, I want to see how it’s done right the first time. I know that the video we get to work with from ‘inside’ doesn’t require a lot of corrections, only a blending of what the various cameras capture into a coherent whole that reflects what actually happened in the scene. It’s much less work.”

Saturday, while Jean was getting fucked royally by two guys in the boudoir that Crystal and Carol had created in their studio, I went for a long session at the dojo.

I had been practicing my 112-step kata, and thought I nailed it when asked to lead the class in the exercise. I was also asked to critique two new orange belt students in their simpler kata, while Deke looked on and then added a couple of constructive comments to the ones I made.

I rejoined the yellow belts for some sparring. In theory, the sparring used various positions used in our katas. While the positions were there to use, in an actually altercation, you didn’t have to think about which position to call forth, it had to instantly be there at the ready. I was still in the, ‘Oh, I think I’ll use position 57 for this part of my match’. Every time that I did that, I ended up on my back, often decked by some over eager fourteen-year-old.

Russ watched me spar for a while, and made some pointers. We then did our bows of respect to each other, and I prepared to head home.

Russ came into the locker room. “Dave, I think you’re ready to move up a belt. Your kata today was the best I’ve seen from any of the blue belts, and your sparring is up to speed. Further, I think you have the right attitude about all of this. I won’t say ‘when’, but sometime in the near future you’ll be called forward to accept your blue belt.”

I stood and bowed to him. “Thank you, sir. See you later ... when you show up to fuck my wife?”

He laughed and left the room.

A month after Jean’s announcement, I was back in Atlanta working in the headquarters of Cyber Solutions. We’d made another acquisition in Arizona, and I was digesting how CS would accommodate the parts of that into what we already had. I was also looking at two other M&A targets. Atop that, I had to host, emcee, and be brilliant on the podium at a board meeting in another month when we’d report our quarterly earnings, growth potential, and several other major statistics upon which our stock price depended. Some felt the company was over capitalized, but all our analyst recommendations were still ‘Buy’.

At the end of the day, I headed to the condo in the limo. Jean had left work an hour earlier. When I got to her condominium and went in, I got my passionate greeting with hugs and kisses. We refrained from that stuff in the office, but we did dispense little touches or winks or looks of love.

I put my overnight case down, and took off my blazer. I glanced at the dining table and saw that there was a third place-setting. Jean was in the kitchen, so I go her attention and pointed at the table. “A guest?”

“Yes. You’re going to be exploring the chemistry with my replacement. She’s very nice, looks kind of like me, and her name is Barbie Harper. She’s twenty-five, has a BA from Auburn, and coming off a job where the fit wasn’t too good. Ask her about it.”

“And what makes you think that she’ll work out as my AA?”

“I put your profile up on Tinder along with a description of the job. I didn’t specifically identify you, but I put up there about your sexual proclivities and marital situation, so to speak. As for the job, I wrote a very complete specification for the job. I made it clear that the posting was for both the job and a relationship. I also made it clear that both were tough work.”