Chapter 9

Saturday, we decided to buy a house with an indoor pool. Sue was ecstatic over the sale. Annette and Beth conspired to help me with the model issue and asked her to pose nude for me. She agreed and said she would even marry us for a sale of this size. I guess she was making her interest known. It also seemed that she needed the money to finish her degree as she was working part-time as an agent for this reason only. She was also two years older than the rest of us. That made her twenty-one.

We were stuck in the Holiday Inn until we could close on one of the two places. Yes, we took advantage of the diaper service this time. Then, there was all the furniture that needed to be purchased.

All this wasn’t helping our grades. The professors understood—all except the photography instructor. He said I could hand in the work, drop the class, and retake it later. At this point, that would be incomplete with an F grade. Let’s say that wasn’t an option.

Sue went to bat for us. She got the owners to agree to immediately occupy the house as a rental until we closed. Thank God she did that because I needed a good place to shoot the project, and the new house was perfect. I don’t know why Sue got so involved. She was even picking out furniture and stuff that we would buy and having it delivered.

I must admit that the custom super-king-size bed she found was the cream of her discoveries. Just picture this ... It was a vast custom-sized canopy bed that was big enough for six people to sleep on in roomy comfort. It fits perfectly in the main bedroom suite. As it turned out, that was the room for which the bed had been made. It even included six sets of custom-made sheets. The owners of the house (and the bed) were divorcing, and the wife took all the furniture except the bed. It hadn’t been delivered at the time she left. The store Sue got the bed from was ecstatic to dump the monster and cut us quite a deal.

The bed would work out great for the photo shoot. I relented and agreed to use Sue if she was serious. She was there, and we had the shoot the day after we could start living in the house. The wives were all there to make sure I did it right.

They had new cameras, just as I did. That was part of the reason I had been falling so far behind. I’d had to get a new camera since the old one got stolen when Jack, the jerk, had thrown out our stuff.

The new camera was beautiful, all right. It was new, and we had bought an assortment of lenses, the likes of which we’d never had before. I was in love with the camera and soon found that I was also in love with the model—well, as a model, I mean, of course.

We started with the bedroom scene shots and then moved to the pool area. Sue was hot. As a model she could have been a supermodel if she had started posing as a teen.

All was going well until Sue said, “Ok, guys. I am feeling uncomfortable being the only one nude.”

The wives were naked in a flash. Then they started in on me. What could I do? I stripped, and the only problem that came up was that it was apparent that I liked what I saw. I had taken all the shots I needed for the class project when the wives started to pose with Sue. What was I supposed to do? I kept shooting, of course. There is one shot of the three of them, with Sue sandwiched in the middle and all of them standing, holding each other’s breasts from behind. That turned into a classic, which is all I am saying now. I shouldn’t have been surprised that things got carried away from there. The shoot turned into a girl-girl X-rated ‘oh-shit-cock-ache’ session, from all the action I was looking at.

It didn’t take long before Annette had the camera, and I had joined the action. She would later win an erotic prize for the blowjob series she took. How many images you can get at 2.5 frames per second is fantastic. Oh, and yes, I still remember that blowjob to this day. There are just some things in life you never forget, like three tongues working their way up and down your shaft at the same time. To make it four, I am sure the girls would need 12-inch-long tongues. I just don’t see how you could get more than three heads together around one cock at the same time. It was indeed memorable.

Sue spent the night with us in the new bed. I was so worn out from the sex at the photo shoot that all I wanted to do was sleep. Trust me, I redeemed myself with an acceptable morning performance. Sue also got up and fetched the kids for their moms to feed in the middle of the night. It all seemed so comfortable. I don’t know how to put it exactly. Whatever the feeling was, the wives wanted to hold on to it. They conspired to do just that after breakfast on Sunday morning.

I don’t want to sound like I didn’t see this coming, but I didn’t see it coming. They called for a corporate vote to invite Sue to join our family. I was not against the idea at all; it was more like I had a hard enough time keeping up with the girls, as it was. I was outvoted before I could even vote. What the heck?

I said, “If you two want her, I vote with the majority.”

We invited Sue to join our group that night. She was ecstatic to join us. She had been fascinated with multiple-partner marriages since she was a little girl. To find that her dream could become a reality was overwhelming. She also somehow managed to get pregnant in the first two days. For some reason, ‘the pill’ did not work.

I am sure The Three Thieves had something to do with that detail. Of course, the pregnancy wasn’t discovered till after her name was already legally changed. Not that it would have made any difference. Sue wanted to be a mother and experience motherhood as well. I guess she got both at the same time. Somehow, I don’t think that was her plan.

We ended up with the apartment complex as part of the settlement. It seems the older woman was committed to a nursing home. Her son was not a happy camper. I discovered from The Three Thieves that he had been Annette’s second husband. I had never seen his picture and didn’t recognize the name. What can I say? The first time I had been interested in her, not her past husbands.

Sue’s photo shoot got me that ‘A,’ of course. Also, the display in the art department earned me even more recognition as the best photographer in the school. I started getting calls at the house from female students ... excuse me, young ladies ... who wanted to pay me to take naked shots of them. Some were trying to build modeling portfolios. Others just wanted to give their boyfriends nude calendars of themselves.

Our house was, of course, the perfect studio. I had a section of the basement turned into a completely dark room so I could do all my work at home. It beat fighting for time in the college’s dark room. Besides, it wouldn’t have been right to use the college resources when profiting from my job. Strangely, it’s no big deal to do what is right when you can afford to do what is right. For the first time, I remembered a few times that I would have just used whatever resources were available.

Back in our hometown, it was lawsuit time again. Jackie’s lawsuits were coming up for trial. Our lawyer pointed out that Jackie had no money and would be some time before she could get a job. We were a bit surprised to find she was sitting in the state prison for women at the time. It seems she had been having sex with an underage young boy. A fourteen-year-old, to be precise, the lucky bastard. Well, it’s fortunate about the sex, that is. He said he wanted to marry her when she got out of prison. Good luck to him. She will return to jail the day she gets together with him again. Anyway, there is no sense in running up a legal bill that we will have to pay ourselves.

At the same time, the school system’s wrongful expulsion suit was up, too. The school offered a settlement of one million to each of the three of us to make the case go away. It seems there was no moral clause in compulsory education, after all. Besides, we’d never agreed to any such clause. The FBI also finally returned all our photos and negatives.

We made it through school, and Sue handled the property management well. That and the other eight rental units we had picked up. This was the year AT&T was broken into ten companies, as well. I did mention I had ten million tied up in AT&T, didn’t I? Now, I have one hundred fifty thousand shares of ten different phone companies. You know what? I should almost pass on the Berkshire Hathaway stock when it becomes available. Then again, maybe not. After all, our great-grandchildren will be cared for if I buy it. Regarding the stock end of things, it was still my ballgame.

Sue believed she should handle it as she had a business degree. We all sat down and told her the story one day. She didn’t believe a word of it. The Three Thieves did something about that, but Sue never said what they had done. I hope they didn’t scare her too badly. From then on, she never questioned a single investment I made. She stuck to the real estate end of the family holdings, where I was utterly at a loss.

Sue found five more rental places over the next year and did well at managing them. I decided that with her expertise, there was just too much money in rental property to be ignored. Sue was put in charge of those investments. She only asked if the funds were available for new acquisitions. I am sure the day will come soon when the rental income will be sufficient in and of itself to make the acquisitions.

Little James was born to Sue when the two girls became pregnant for the second time. I finally had a son. I’d had four girls the first time through. I had my first art gallery opening in town, showing off my work. Shortly after that, they showed up with morning sickness.

I was amazed at how much some of the prints sold for. Can you believe one of them sold for TEN grand? It was a nude shot of Beth breastfeeding Amy in her arms. The title was ‘Bonding.’ It was a potent shot, leaving the viewer feeling warm and safe when they looked at it.

Before I knew it, I had more work than I could handle. I became the most famous photographer in our college town. Heck, one couple had me shoot them nude for their college graduation pictures. They were a weird couple, let me tell you. I have never had such a challenge. Do you know how hard it is to find complimentary angles for a couple weighing three hundred pounds each? I did mention I was paid to do it, didn’t I?