Chapter 19

She rubbed her breasts against me, despite me being fully dressed, so I ran my hands over her derriere and pulled her closer in a tender embrace.

“You like, Elizabeth?”

“Oh, yes, Jimmy. You make me feel appreciated. I never got that response from him before I met you. But I am taking up too much time. Your other women will be angry with me.”

She released me in apology, but I disagreed.

“I doubt it. They all like a little attention from time to time. They can’t all get it at the one time. Right, ladies?”

There was a ragged chorus of “We know/understand/sympathise, girl,” as the others granted her this chance of an extra cuddle. Sharl ended with, “We know what you were missing, Elizabeth. When we discovered his affection for us, it worked wonders for us too.”

“Thanks, Sharl,” Elizabeth acknowledged as she stepped forward, gave me a simple peck on the tip of my nose, and turned away to attend to something.

I noticed that Marjory was not in evidence, nor was Isabella. They were probably together, I guessed, and headed off to remove my outdoor shoes and get undressed to be as one with my ladies.

As expected, Marjory was in the downstairs shower room. I rapped on the door, calling out, “Marjory? Can I join you? If not, I’ll use an upstairs shower.”

“The door’s not locked, dear. Feel free to come in and get clean.”

I walked in and found her all naked and sudsy in the shower, then she stepped under the spray and her lovely body was revealed under the flow of warm water cascading over her skin.

“Join me, love?” she invited. I was quick to step in, and thought about manhandling her body but time was short so I grabbed the hair shampoo from the shelf. The advantage of this shower was its size; able to allow two to shower together without awkwardness. In moments Marjory moved aside from the cascade to permit me to get my hair wet for the shampoo.

I closed my eyes to stop the shampoo getting in them as the slippery water ran down from my head, and a hand took hold of my erect penis and gave it a delicate caress that did nothing to help it subside.

I kept my concentration on my hair as she teased my penis and balls. As soon as my hair was free of shampoo I opened my eyes and appreciated the woman in front of me.

“Marjory, you are an amazing woman,” I praised her.

“I know dear, but so are your other women. We don’t have time to fuck, so pay attention to getting clean, dear. We don’t want to delay our evening meal by playing around in the shower, nice though that might be.”

The idea of nice shifted my attention to Isabella, or rather the lack of her since she met us at the door.

“Where did Isabella get to, Marjory?”

“Isabella? She was at the door. Did she not join the other women? I didn’t see her after we arrived.”

“It didn’t feel right, that’s all.”

“Then you can go hunt for her after we are dried.”

I did exactly that. She was not in the kitchen where I thought she might have gone. I knew she was not in the sitting room as that was where my wives had lined themselves up for the kissing welcome home. After a quick tour around the rest of this floor, I went up the stairs to try her bedroom. I didn’t even think of the door being locked; just walked straight in, and she was sitting on the bed, looking sad and pensive.

“Isabella, my love? What is up? Are you feeling ill or something? I had to find you.”

“You did, Jimmy? I thought your concentration would be on your women; all of them.”

“What are you havering about?” I questioned.

“Havering? I don’t know that word.”

“It started as a British word, mostly used in Scotland and Northern England. Think of it as vacillating; avoiding what you really mean. Now what is wrong, Isabella?”

She hesitated before speaking.

“It is you and Mom, Jimmy. I find I am upset about you fucking her if you and I are going to get married?”

“I don’t get you, girl. You said you and your mother had agreed on this.”

“I know. In my head it was all logical and commonsense, to give Mom a baby, by my heart says I should expect you to devote your love to me. It may sound stupid, but I am a virgin teenage girl, not used to such goings-on, and it makes me uncomfortable, Jimmy.”

I halted to think about what she was saying, and it made sense from a teenager’s romantic view of life and its expectations. I decided to go with her thoughts.

“Okay, Isabella. Do you mind if I sit down and go over it with you? Excuse my nakedness; it has nothing to do with our talk.”

“It is okay, Jimmy. I am now okay with you being naked around me and your ladies. I am slightly worried about you fucking my Mom over and over, when you haven’t sexually approached me and we are supposed to be getting married. You are talking of marrying me, but fucking my Mom; you see how I feel?”

“My poor girl! It is all a matter of perception. You accept that I am fucking my six wives regularly and often? Yes?”

“Yes. That is what you expect a husband and wife to do. I can cope with that. Once we marry, I will be one of them and be getting the same amount of sex, I gather.”

“Right. So the problem is not that others are getting sex when you aren’t. It is that Elizabeth is your Mom, and having sex with me to get another child. Right?”

“Right,” she agreed.

“You agreed with your mother that she should have a chance of another baby?”

“Yes.”

“And you, your Mom, and all my wives felt that I should be the sperm donor in this project. True?”

“True. I know it is all logical, but my body tells me it is not normal.”

“Normal is what society stipulates. In Western society it is one man, one woman. In middle east Islamic society, it is one man and up to four women. In Mormon society when they set up their church, it was one man and as many women as he could support, to increase their population rapidly. You can see from that variation, that society sets its own standards. The standard you are trying to abide by is that a woman and her daughter should not have sex with the same man?”

“Yes, I suppose that is what I am feeling.”

“How about you forget that she is your Mom? Just another woman that is having sex with me?”

“I can’t think that way, Jimmy.”

“But you can accept me having sex with all my wives?”

“Yes, that is different.”

“How about if she was one of my wives? Does that change your perception?”

“Come again?”

“You have no problem about me having sex with my wives: you said so.”

“Yes?”

“So, me having sex with my wives, be it Sharl or you or Elizabeth, would all be the same thing, wouldn’t it?”

She frowned and said, “That is convoluted thinking, Jimmy.”

“Convoluted, but at the same time simple and straightforward, Isabella love. You accept that having sex with all my wives is normal and accepted behavior in this family, do you not?”

“Well, yes, but you are not married to my Mom.”

“That is so. If I married her, would that change your views on the matter?”

“What? You would marry her before marrying me?”

“If that would make you feel more comfortable with me having sex with her, I would have no trouble doing that, for the only difference would be a matter of status. I am already married to three sisters and a pair of twins, as well as Marjory, so a mother and daughter is not so different.”

“But, but...” she spluttered.

“But it is all down to what YOU want to do,” I told her. “Your decision is final. Your mother has not asked to be married to me, merely wants a second child. You and she wanted you married to me for your future benefit and protection, so she is not doing anything to prevent that happening. On my part, I have learned many times to accept a woman as my wife, and do my best to love her. That has turned out well until now. If we do things in the right way, the same could happen with you, Isabella. I am already comfortable with you, and I hope you are comfortable with me.”

“Oh, I am, Jimmy. I am comfortable with you; almost in love already. That is why I resented my Mom’s sex with you, even although I recognise the necessity.”

“Is it partly that I am having sex with her and not with you?”

“That may be so. You have been treating me so nicely and gently, like dating, while fucking my Mom quite willingly without any question. You see the difference?”

“I do. Would you like to have sex with me, so that you do not feel less than her?”

“You had sex with Sharl, Cherry and Charlotte before you married them, I was told.”

“You may have heard the story, but curiously, it did not start by my choice. They had previously been having indiscrimate sex, with no emotional relationship at all; treated like a fun game. My idea was to make them abstain from sex for weeks, but they failed and demanded sex from me. I used that to teach them the difference between sex and lovemaking.

They turned out to be addicted to sex, and I was the only man available, so they pushed me into having regular sex with them; all three of them. They had been using birth control pills, but were now without them, so I warned them we would have to stop fucking before the effect wore off, or they might become pregnant.”

“Oh my God! And I know they are very pregnant now...”

“By their own choice. When the effect of the pills wore off, I warned them that if they continued to demand sex, pregnancy was probable, but by then they wanted to remain with me and volunteered to take the risk for the chance for one of them to become my wife. They all became pregnant soon after.”

“Couldn’t you have worn condoms?”

“Could have, but first, we didn’t have any in our secure accommodation, and secondly, I have never used them and if I have my choice, I never will. So sex with me has a high probability of resulting in pregnancy, unless you use female protection. I gather you don’t. Still want to have sex before marriage, just so your mother is not one up on you?”

“I hadn’t thought of it that way. My Mom wants a baby with you, so it suits her. Can I think about it, Jimmy?”

“Certainly. Have a talk with the twins and with Charlotte, as all three are not much older than you. Get their teenage view on the prospects facing you. You are deciding about your future life; a permanent arrangement as far as my wives are concerned.”

I now asked Isabella, “Are you going to get naked like the rest of us?”

“You thinking of fucking me?”

“Nope; not thinking of that at all. It is all up to you. It remains your choice, including where and when. Nakedness is just a house rule. No-one can dress up to appear more important or more attractive than the others, among other things. Clothing is for when we are outside or have visitors. Now, it is getting awfully close to dinner time, so make up your mind to be either dressed or undressed. I am off downstairs.”

I left her pondering and headed straight to the dining room. Anything else could wait until after my stomach had been filled. Damn, these women could cook! They all seemed to have adopted a teach-in on the subject, for no matter whose turn it was to cook, the meal was always tasty and satisfying; and a surprise every time. As yet I haven’t spotted a cookbook lying open in the kitchen. Perhaps they have them hidden from my sight so that I don’t interfere; a wise decision, I regretfully concluded.

As I walked in, Sharl intercepted me and motioned towards a quiet corner of the room. I diverted the direction of my stride and we met there. I raised my eyebrows in silent query, and she spoke softly.

“Tonight, my man, you start with Elizabeth and give her a real good fuck; not a quickie to inseminate her, but a loving encounter such as we all expect from you, dear.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Because she is fitting in to our family very well. We have decided to regard her as another wife until you and she make a decision on her longer-term life with us. Treating her as a wife means also making love with her as you do with us.”

“Including frequency, Sharl? She was willing to have sex a few times per month until she caught. What you suggest means less for everyone; probably no guarantee of daily loving. Mind you, Elizabeth was using birth control to avoid pregnancy with her husband, so it may take more than a month or two for her to get pregnant. So, if you want her treated as a wife, that probably means more often for a goodly while.

Now that I am thinking about it, if Isabella decides she wants to be a wife, that drop in frequency will most likely have an effect on our future. Treating Elizabeth as a wife, and then marrying Isabella, increases our numbers by a considerable percentage.

Hey, have you thought about that? Elizabeth and Isabella both being wives in effect, in practice? I was just talking with Isabella. She has been uncomfortable about me fucking her mother while she is considering being my wife herself.”

“Didn’t they agree to this arrangement, all by themselves? I thought that was what they said.” Sharl asked with a frown.

“Yes, dear, they did, but a logical agreement doesn’t always sit well with society’s norms. Having sisters as wives is not a social norm in this country either, my darling.”

“Well, yeah, but that was different. We were already fucking around, and you taught us what real lovemaking was like, so all we did was elect to continue with that into the future, babies and all.

And Lily and Flora more or less forced themselves on you, after seeing what our ‘marriage’ was like. They wanted some of it for themselves. Marjory was an entirely different circumstance, meriting special consideration, and that has worked out admirably. Whatever we think, Isabella is simply needing her perception of normality adjusted.”

I agreed, and said so.

“That was more or less what I ended up saying to her. She was fine with me fucking my wives, but fucking her Mom seemed ‘off’ to her. My final suggestion was to regard Elizabeth not as her mother but as another of my wives. The idea being that a wife would be expected to have sex with her husband, so if Elizabeth was seen as a wife...”I let that tail off. “We’ll see if that settles her nerves about sex between Elizabeth and me.”

“A clever thought, and it fits in with what I was saying to you: treat Elizabeth as a wife. If Isabella can have her mind settled with that view, it simply leaves her with the decision of becoming a wife herself, with all that implies.”

“Sharl, what am I to do about all this? I started out expecting to find a single loving woman to have a happy and productive life and family with, yet here I am with six wives, a putative seventh, and possibly an eighth.”

“Not your fault if you are discovered to be a sexy man with an attitude that endears you to us, Jimmy. Just go with the flow: listen to your wives this time. You taught us many things; we are teaching you other things in return, my darling.”

“As long as it is not cooking, Sharl!”

“No, it will not be cooking, Jimmy. That would be too dangerous for our health. Now go and sit at the table, my love. I will bring you an aperitif to start you off.”

Dinner was as good as expected. I could not tell whose effort was due for thanks, so I thanked them all for all their meals, especially for those times I had failed to show the cooks my appreciation. That gained me an array of smiles. Being a husband is not an easy job, if you want your wife to be happy. Take that as a warning.

Most of the evening was spent making love with my wives, starting off with Elizabeth, who after some time of my loving her expressed her surprise and delight at being treated so royally instead of a quick injection of sperm. I told her that my wives had asked for her to be treated like a wife, so this was what she was getting.

“Don’t you have to love a woman, to act this way towards her, Jimmy?”

“There are gigolos who will claim to be able to turn this behaviour on and off, Elizabeth, but I am not one of them. When I make love to a woman, I do my best to treat her with love and respect, and if all goes well, the love develops without the respect being diminished. Previously, you asked to be fucked purely to make you pregnant, so I did as you asked. Tonight I have been treating you as my wives asked, and you have noticed the difference.