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Chapter 11
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Have you ever wanted to fix a mistake you have made in your life? Perhaps a mistake one of your loved ones made in theirs? Have you ever wondered what would have happened if you had chosen a different path... in your life? Your education? Job choice? or perhaps a spouse? The question is, would you take the chance? Well, I did not get a choice.
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Science Fiction DoOver Time Travel Sharing Pregnancy
At forty-two years of age, I became a grandfather, and the process of raising kids started all over. I began to work on photography books full-time and had a very willing publisher who bent over backward to help. I think Mary wanted to be wife number six. But to tell the truth, I was slowing down and could only please four wives a night at this age.
Life was pretty much on autopilot from then on. I visited the grandchildren and now have great-grandchildren—just the usual stuff at my age. Time gets away from you; before you know it, you’re at retirement age. Now, what do you do to occupy your time?
Why, boating and fishing, of course! I had more than enough fishing partners, and I never went alone. At least one of my wives was always along, not to mention my great-grandkids. This left a problem for us when we wanted private time on the boat. It was a yacht, but who wants to seem like a braggart?
Life was good; I was seventy-two years old and in the best shape ever. So were my wives, all five of them. I swore none of them looked a day over forty. We were on the family yacht, sailing across Saginaw Bay, heading up to the island for some fudge. We used that as an excuse to escape from the family without anyone but us on board. We pulled out of the marina just before dark. It was around two am when I looked up to see the ship where it had been all those years ago.
Sure enough, the alien craft stopped above us. Then, the blue light was on us, and all six stood naked before The Three Thieves.
They didn’t have anything to do with the nudity. We went around that way all the time.
And no, I didn’t have any beer this time. I was never bored enough, now, to take up that habit.
‘Are you scared yet? They thought into our minds.
Get real! We were all pretty sure they would stop by and see us. My wives all knew the story and were well prepared for the encounter. One could say that we were looking forward to it as a group.
‘Yes,’ I answered.
It shocked them because they talked amongst themselves for a bit before saying.
‘You’re lying.’
‘Yes and no.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘Well ... no, we are not scared of you. Only what of you might do.’
‘Oh? You are worried that we have another experiment in mind?’