Chapter 13

Once they were all inside, I expected it would back to nakedness, but Sharl informed me, “Darling, we want Elizabeth and Isabella to relax after their exciting outing, so we have put the clothing optional choice on hold for today, to make things easier for them. Okay with you?”

“Of course. That sounds a good idea for these ladies. They performed very well this afternoon, so they deserve to wind down slowly. That was good thinking on your part, Sharl.”

I kissed her warmly to show my feelings, and after the kiss she beamed at me.

“You are a lovely husband, Jimmy. I am glad we married you.”

“And you are all lovely and loving girls. Being married to all six of you makes my life complete.”

As she turned, I patted her rump affectionately. “I am looking forward to having all these babies calling me Daddy. I will be a hands-on father for you all, Sharl; be sure of that. I will change nappies, I mean diapers, when asked, and help bathe them when necessary, but mostly I will assist with their education. All six of our children will get the best education we can give them, to enable them to cope well with modern society.”

“Six? Only six?” Sharl queried.

I swiftly amended my words. “I was talking of our first batch, Sharl. If you or the others want more, we will accommodate that desire at a later date. I don’t want to rush any of you into more children.”

“Umm ... I was not just talking of us wives, Jimmy dear. Elizabeth is a bit broody, has her mind set on a new child; and she has her eyes on you fathering the second one. If she is thinking that way, she is probably intending to remain with us in our family. She really has nothing to go back to, except bad memories.”

“Oh, yes. I think Marjory made mention of Elizabeth being that way inclined, but I was only half listening as I was driving at the time. But what about Isabella? Has she indicated her preference? Does she want to stay with us?”

“Not to me, she hasn’t said, so she may want to live her own life away from her mother; once the question about her father is settled. We don’t want that man wandering around frightening people or worse, harming them. Isabella might want to go to college, and if so, we should encourage that desire.”

“Good. Elizabeth can stay as long as she likes, as far as I am concerned; safety is paramount for both of them, and we are pretty secluded at this site. Isabella is too young to be left alone wandering the world with men like her father about. I have found myself anxious that she not come to any harm. We can try to find a college that is within easy reach if she wants to commute, and let her remain staying with us.”

“Ah, yes. There is a slight difficulty with that, darling.”

“Difficulty? We have enough rooms, don’t we?, and we can afford to feed another mouth, so where is the difficulty? We can send her to college if she wants to pursue a trade or profession. I am sure Marjory will be happy to finance a career learning opportunity for Isabella; she can quite easily afford it without blinking.”

“Darling, I don’t think you understand. The difficulty might be that she is the only female in our household not expecting a baby, if Elizabeth gets her way, or perhaps more accurately, if she has her way with you!”

“Oh, I see. But why would Isabella be wanting a baby? There is no one-upmanship involved. It is not a competition of any kind, having babies. It is a sign of our love.”

“I know, dear, but when you have a pack of women all pregnant by you and one isn’t, she has a natural inclination to join the rest. No spoken pressure is involved, but there is peer pressure which always exists in society as I understand it. Peer pressure is difficult to resist, even if not a word is said. If she approaches you, please do not spurn her.”

“Sharl, you sexy woman that I love, I would be uncomfortable having sex with both Elizabeth and Isabella, mother and daughter; and I should imagine that they might be upset at your presumption. Have you broached this notion with them?”

“Not yet. I wanted to run it by you first, to make sure you are not going to point-blank refuse them if they are interested. If you are at least willing to talk about it, I can find out how they feel about you in regards to babies and fatherhood. I know how I feel about you, and Cherry, and Charlotte and Lily and Flora and Marjory; we all love you to bits and hope to do so for ever and ever. We would not be jealous if you did this for these two.”

By this time Marjory had been given the required briefing from the other wives, and Cherry confirmed to them that the herb plants for the new garden would be bought tomorrow, so they all went inside and I said hello to our guests, who had stayed out of sight.

Elizabeth hurried to me and put her arms round me in a fierce hug.

“Thank you, Jimmy, for leaving off the naked regime for today. I had enough stress earlier. I will be naked for you tomorrow. I am slowly getting over my shyness in front of the naked you. You are much better-looking than my husband, in every way imaginable.”

She suddenly became aware of her own words and blushed bright red.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it to sound so sexually explicit, even though it is true.”

I hugged her back and kissed her chastely on the cheek, saying “It is all right, Elizabeth. You can say what you like in this household; no recriminations.”

“In that case, don’t I get a hug as well?” demanded Isabella. I apologized to Elizabeth at this demand, released her and opened my arms to Isabella. She rushed into them and pushed her body against me, her clothed breasts crushed against my chest, disturbing me a little. Her arms were grasping my back, pulling me tight to her bosom.

“That is quite a reception, Isabella dear,” I exclaimed. “I am very happy to be welcomed like this, but your Mom might object at such familiarity.”

I glanced at Elizabeth with concern, but she waved off my doubts.

“You deserve all you get, Jimmy,” she remarked mysteriously and off-handedly. I blinked at this laid-back response, and frowned. Elizabeth noticed, and spoke again, revealing her thoughts.

“We have talked, Isabella and I.”

She paused to choose her next words carefully before going on.

“Our eyes have been opened here, in this household with all the help you give us and not a single demand in return. We have compared what happens here with what happened back home, and you and your women win, hands down. We are both astonished at how nice you are to us, and how loving your ladies are to you and to each other. They have been treating us as part of the family, and if we ever get the chance, we would like to be part of this extended family.”

She halted, unsure of what else to say, but Isabella intruded to get her own say in.

“Me too. I agree with Mom. I have talked with some of the girls about loving each other, and the way they talk, we would be welcome to stay for as long as we liked. Is that true for you, Jimmy?”

I decided I would not mention that the clothes-on plan for today was not my idea. I answered this question instead.

“It certainly is true. You two are wonderfully brave women. You have put up with so much and yet are not downhearted. I hope that being here has helped you recover, and however long you want and need to remain with us, you are entirely welcome. My wives have made that clear to me, and I fully agree with them.”

Isabella blushed now, but went on, “But ... what if we wanted to stay ... perhaps ... stay forever? There, Mom, I said it!”

“It is okay darling. You are stating the truth. I too would be happy to stay in this household, this family, for a long time to come.”

She stared me in the eyes, challengingly. I suddenly comprehended how deeply this went, so quickly. I mentally took a step back, then came out with my thoughts.

“What do you ladies mean by ‘staying with us forever’? I have no objection, please note. I merely wish to clarify the situation in my mind.The rest of us are very close as a family. How close do you two think you should be?”

Elizabeth stated intensely and positively, “I want another child, Jimmy. Are you willing to be its father, and help raise it?”

I had half-expected this, with the preparation I had been given earlier, but not with such immediacy being put to the question. I was forced to decide without much time to think.

I said, hesitantly, “This is very sudden, Elizabeth. I would be delighted to be the father of your next child, but what are looking for with me in the long term, and where does Isabella fit in to your plans?”

Elizabeth continued what she had started.

“Isabella would like to be another wife to you, Jimmy, if you can find it in your heart to love her. I want my daughter to be happy, well away from the influence of her father. You have shown you can make six women happy, so why not seven? If her father ever gets out, she is safest here, with you.”

“As I said, Elizabeth, this is so sudden. I like to get to know a girl properly before I think of something very long-term like marrying her; and indeed the marital state is a recent departure for me in my life so far. I have luckily been overwhelmed with love and women in recent months. I would not like to rush into anything in top of that. Can I have time to get to know Isabella before we make any decision?”

“Yes, I accept that requirement, but that ‘getting to know her’ includes getting to know her in the Biblical sense. She will want to engage in sex with you to help her decide if she wants to go ahead on a permanent basis. Not all first sex experiences are satisfactory, as I know to my cost.”

“So why do not expect that of yourself, when asking for a baby to be fucked into you?”

“In just trying to get pregnant, the pleasure aspect is minimal. All that matters is making the physical connection between seed and egg. With married life, that marital future makes it more important that husband and wife are sexually compatible and loving towards each other.”

“I take your meaning. You are, though, happy to have yourself and your daughter both having babies with the same father? Any wife of mine should expect me to make a baby with her, or try to, at any rate. You have seen the result with my wives.

Is that what you intend? It is a highly unusual proposal to say the least.”

“It is. That was one of the aspects that Isabella and myself discussed. She knows that I would like another child – NOT with my husband – and she sees you again as being the best choice to work with.

My wonderful Isabella wants the best for her mother, and if that happens to be you, then so be it. That she wants to marry you and have your children, is incidental to that aim. We are not asking you to marry me, just conceive a child for me.”

Jimmy decided, “That answers my most important questions. I wanted to be sure you were both fully aware of what we are talking about, and its consequences. Most importantly, I want to find if Isabella can come to love me, and I her. It would be even better if you, Elizabeth, regarded me in somewhat the same way; not just as a sperm donor like you suggest, but more closely involved as the potential father of your new child.

It gets back to what I said about Isabella getting to know me, and follows on to my future feelings towards you. For the benefit of our hopeful future child, I want us to be seeing ourselves as lovers, almost as much as a married man and woman. Isabella knows that it is a polygamous union she would be joining, but at the same time a secure future lies ahead of her if she can fit in with me and the others. I have no trouble with the concept, only with the application. I don’t want any of us to be hurt.

I feel that we are all already friends, so that is a good start. Don’t let us jump into anything without a period of coming together more fully. Isabella can decide for herself when she wants to experience sex for the first time. My girls will all gladly assist her in that decision. All she has to do is ask them for advice.

Yourself? It is a more personal decision. Do you want to be fucked over and over until you are pregnant, or do you want to first get closer to me until you feel your present proposal is correct for you?”

Elizabeth looked at him in amazement.

“I thought it would be just sex for procreation, repeated if needed until I caught: as simple as that.”

“Elizabeth, it is a known fact that some girls catch at the first time of having sex, and others take months of happy lovemaking before they become pregnant. I do not know what the expectation of pregnancy is for a woman in her thirties, but the success rate must be lower than with a teenager. However, in part it appears to depend on the person and their body’s metabolism. Sometimes it is the man who is impotent, but I have a deal of proof that such a problem doesn’t apply to me. You can see that proof all around you in this house.

It might still take a long time to become pregnant, so you could be fucking me for weeks before it happens. You have roughly a month between each possibility of conception, so it is once a month that you might show up pregnant. Having sex on other days of the month is still essential to the attempt at pregnancy, as the day of ovulation is not always consistent. It is therefore much more valuable if the sex continues as an enjoyable participation exercise for that period of time, not just a physical routine.

You see what I am trying to say?”

“Oh, I get you. You mean you might still be fucking me on a regular basis when you get around to making love with Isabella?”

Jimmy smiled sweetly. “Well, ‘regular’ doesn’t say how often, just sets a general pattern of frequency. My wives all hope to be made love to once per day each, so having spare time and seed available for impregnating you might be a trifle awkward if I have been drained shortly before. You probably will not get me in your bed every day, for example, and I cannot say what the resulting frequency might be. You may have to consult with my ladies on that matter. They organise the rota we use.”

“But you do not propose to reject me using you as the donor father?”

“No way! You are a lovely woman, and if I get that chance, I will be delighted to make love with you, but you must remember that it might possibly happen awkwardly; that I might impregnate you at more or less the same time as I am impregnating your daughter, possibly the first time she and I have sex. I never use condoms, by the way; not that any of my women were averse to having babies. Does that possible coincidence not sound weird to you: both perhaps getting pregnant at around the same time, and both by me?”

“Jimmy, after many years of that man, nothing sounds weird in comparison. This house runs entirely on love and lovemaking, and if I and Isabella can be allowed to be part of that, I will be delighted.”

They had to stop talking at that point, for dinner was ready to be served, so I promised Isabella time later for a comprehensive discussion of the future of my family and her place in it.

Once dinner was over, my immediate duty was digging the garden in preparation for planting the herbs, and I set to. I found I enjoyed this different type of physical exercise. Normally my only real exercise was having a lot of sex with my wives, and that could be tiring.

The girls had used pegs and string to mark out the site of their herb garden, so I dug within these confines, and by the time I gave up for the night, tired out, I had half the patch dug to the depth I thought was needed. The ladies watching my efforts were pleased with the evident progress.

After a needed shower I thought I would be ready for sleep, but my women had other ideas for my evening entertainment and I followed their lead, as always. At last I got to sleep, a wife cuddled up on each side, until the alarm’s ruckus woke me in the morning. As I groaned, swinging my legs out of the bed, the pot calling to me, Cherry’s cheery voice followed me.

“Darling, see if you can call at the garden centre to buy the plants before you get to your work, and ask Marjory to tend them in Reception until it is time to come home.”

With all the hurrying and an early start, I was not at my best when I got to my office after depositing the cardboard trays of plant packets with Reception. I lay back in my desk chair, hoping for a short doze, but it was not to be. Mr Emerson’s secretary phoned me, asking me to attend Mr Emerson in an hour’s time to discuss business structures.

Faced with this, I set my watch to sound an alarm in half an hour, and drifted off for a snooze. My body took the opportunity and readily switched off. It seemed only seconds before I was awakened by the alarm signal.

When I reached Emerson’s secretary at the appointed time, she directed me along the corridor to another, larger, room where I would meet her boss; a room that Emerson proposed to use for larger meetings. Entering that room, I found it was laid out with a large circular table and seating for about nine or ten round it.