Chapter 24

We slept in Sunday and spent the day streaming videos, eating sandwiches for lunch and going out to dinner. I was beginning to think maybe I should hire a cook. Neither of my ladies was particularly domestic and we could certainly afford it. It was a shame to let Uncle Tony’s gourmet kitchen go to waste.

On Monday we had breakfast at the PI.

“Martin and I wish to speak with you,” Irena said once we got back to the loft.

We settle in one of the larger conversation areas which consisted of a couch, love seat, and two chairs. Darla, Emily and I planted ourselves on the couch and Irena and Martin took the love seat.

“We’ve been friends for a long time,” Martin said. “Well most of us,” he added looking at Emily. “There’s something we want to ask you. A favor.”

“Martin, what is it?” Darla asked.

“Danny and ladies, when I was born my father was with the state department. He was stationed outside the United States. Because of that I received my MMR vaccines at an overseas hospital. The vaccine was faulty and many of the people who received that batch of vaccine later in life ended up catching measles, rubella or mumps.”

I could see that Irena was holding on to Martin’s hands for dear life.

“As you probably know,” Irena continued. “A male that gets mumps after puberty has a significant chance of becoming infertile.”

I could see the shock on Darla and Emily’s faces. We exchanged a meaningful glance. The father of Emily’s baby was obviously not Martin.

“Danny, you may remember that in the second year after we founded the company we suddenly needed an in-flush of cash.”

“Yeah. You came up with it. You said you got a loan from your dad. I remember Jenn and I wanted to transfer stock to you to make up for that, and you wouldn’t let us.”

“That was from the settlement. Even foreign pharma can be sued when they screw up kids lives enough. When people end up not being able to have kids because they screwed up their vaccine.”

“So why exactly are you telling us this Martin?” Darla asked.

“Because Irena and I want to ask you for a favor.” He looked at his fiancee.

“Danny,” Irena said. “Next year, after we’re married, Martin and I want to have a child. We don’t want to adopt. We don’t want to use a sperm donor from some agency delivered by a turkey baster.”

“We want you to help us get Irena pregnant,” Martin stated.

The three of us, Emily, Darla and I exchanged glances. We had not discussed the paternity of Emily’s baby with Martin. I found it somewhat ironic that we had suspected Martin might be the father, but now Martin was asking me to be the father of his child.

“Would you want Danny to remain anonymous as far as everyone else is concerned?” Darla asked.

Irena nodded. “Just as if we had used a donor.”

“Would you ever tell the child?” I asked.

They looked at each other.

“We had discussed waiting to decide that,” Martin said. “Probably not until they were old enough to understand, if ever.” Martin looked pensive. “I know its a big ask, Danny.”

I looked at my two women. “We’ll have to discuss this. Emily and Darla are affected too.”

“Of course,” Martin said.

This evening we all retired to our own beds.

“So what do you girls think?”

“It’s not a decision we have to make tonight,” Darla said. “I don’t think I have a problem with it. We’ve talked about having children. I mean you and me.” She reached out and caressed Emily. “And now we will have. Maybe next year I’ll be ready too. Would you like to breed two women at the same time?”

“Em?”

“I think it’s hot that Irena wants you to father her kid. I like both of them. I say go for it.”

We were up early on Thanksgiving. Charlize Price, a local caterer, had delivered much of her work the night before, storing it in the large glass front refrigerators in the loft’s kitchen. Early in the morning she appeared ready to slip the twelve pound turkey into one of the ovens. She had pies cooking in another of the ovens by noon.

Charlize was a forty something blonde, perhaps a little too fond of her own food, but pleasantly pretty none the less. She ran her own catering business.

“It all smells divine,” Darla said as we sat at the kitchen island. “Here let me pour you a glass of wine.”

Charlize had been dancing around the kitchen checking items. An array of dishes were in the warmer or sitting on the island ready to be served. Darla pulled a bottle of white out of the wine chiller on the great room side of the island.

“Thank you.”

“It’s going to be great having an actual meal,” I said.

Darla slapped my arm. “I cook.”

“Yeah grill cheese. I think Emily can whip up mac & cheese.”

“As long as it comes out of a box,” the pixie girl admitted.

“You know cooking isn’t an X-gene related skill,” Darla said.

“I can grill a mean steak,” I said. “I don’t do so bad on fish or Kabobs either.”

“I’m as carnivorous as the next girl,” Darla said. “But I can’t live on grilled meat alone.”

“How did you guys eat before you got to Lesserton?” Emily asked.

“We ate out a lot,” Darla said.

“Or used GubHub,” I added.

“You could hire a cook,” Charlize said.

“We should hire a cook,” I said.

“I don’t think we would have enough work to employ a full time cook,” Darla said.

“I’m probably going to want some help with the baby,” Emily said. “I mean my making is going so well. I know you guys will help but...”

“And we work hard to keep this place clean, but your Uncle Tony had a maid come in.”

“So what we need is a live-in domestic,” I said.

“Live in where?” Emily said. “The spare room?”

“There’s a studio apartment over the PI that’s empty,” Darla said. “It’s a couple doors down, but it’s not like we would expect someone to be at our beck and call all the time.”

“I don’t suppose you might know anyone,” I asked Charlize.

“As a matter of fact I might. Cheyenne Prater. She works for me sometimes. Great cook. Has a degree in hospitality services. She’s working as a day manager for the Oyster Cove Motel.”

“Seems a little over qualified,” I said.

“Almost anybody with a brain working at the Oyster Cove has got to be over qualified,” Emily said. “That place is a dump.”

“Don’t tell her I said anything,” Charlize said sipping her wine. “She came back to Lesserton last year. She worked for me when she was in high school. That would have been two or three years before you were there Emily. She went away to college and then got a job at some fancy hotel somewhere. Something happened and she came back.”

“So she has family here?” I asked.

“A few cousins. Old Lesserton family.” I knew by that she meant before Jefferson Lesserton enticed practitioners of polyamory to move to town. “I think she might be hiding.”

“From whom?” I asked.

“The world. Herself. Who knows?”

Just then Martin entered the great room.

“Something sure smells good,” he said.

“Please pass our interest on,” I said to her.

“I can call and see if she’s interested,” Charlize said.

“So is Irena still abed?” Darla asked Martin.

“She’s still showering. We were up pretty late last night talking.”

“Talking?” Emily quipped.

“Yes. We’re looking forward to starting our hike tomorrow. It’s been a long two weeks and Irena in particular is anxious to get on the trail. I think she fears guests can overstay their welcome.”

“Maybe she’s just bored of playing musical beds,” Emily said.

Charlize snorted, then tried to look like she was too busy to be listening. By the time Irena showed herself fifteen minutes later Charlize was ready to leave.

“Just take the turkey out of the oven when the timer goes off. Take it out and rest it for twenty minutes. The thermometer should say 165 when you pull it out.” She looked at Emily. “Don’t worry. I’ve seen your YouTube channel. It’s easier than running a CNC Machine.”

“You have a YouTube channel?” Irena seemed surprised.

“It’s not very big,” my MPDG explained. “I started following channels when we were trying to figure out how to get the CNC machine working. After looking at a couple of hundred channels I figured I could do as good.” She did not mention that she was using the video from the hidden ‘security’ cameras Tony had installed throughout the loft.

Charlize hugged Darla and Emily and headed for her own family.

Emily took on the completion of the Turkey Project and between the five of us we got all of the food from the oven, warmers and refrigerators on the dining room table. I selected a number of bottles of white wine from the wine cooler and we sat for a holiday meal.

Emily and Irena, my two bed mates for the night had dominated the bathroom in their bedtime preparations while I wished my wife a goodnight. Darla was spending a final night with Martin before our guests left for their two week stint on the trail. I might have been concerned about Darla’s attachment to my ex-partner, but Irena was a blazing hot substitute who I was forming my own attachment to.

One could not live in Lesserton without knowing a multitude of people also in the poly lifestyle. They told me I had nothing to worry about. Only a true self-centered sociopath could have repeated sex with another person and not feel some level of personal attraction, or perhaps even love. I had become convinced that, in her own way, Darla loved me and that I had no worry that she would forsake me for another.

So when I finally got to the bedroom Irena and Emily were already snuggled up in the center of the Alaskan King. Their byplay was this side of softcore, with their hands limited to touching and rubbing non-intimate parts of each other’s bodies while they made out.

I rushed my bedtime preparations, making sure I had clean fresh breath and intimate parts. When I reentered the bedroom I saw that things had progressed to X-rated while I had been about my tasks.

Emily was laid out on her back, her cute baby bump visible above Irena’s moving head. The blonde’s braids flipped to and fro as she moved between Emily’s legs. The pixie girl’s head was thrown back, itself moving to and fro as her body wiggled under Irena’s ministration.

“Oh right there, honey!” she said heaving her torso into Irena’s face.

The blonde was kneeling on the bed, with her ass dancing before me. Below it I could see her pink pussy the lips also swaying to and fro as her body responded to the motion of her head.

I jacked my already hard prick as I climbed on the bed. Emily looked up at the bed’s motion, but her hand held Irena’s head between her thighs, as the Russian, though she probably knew I was there, could not look back at me. When I got close enough I reached out and used my fingers to check her cunt for wetness.

My fingers slid in as though she was buttered. Emily jerked as Irena moaned into her.

Having satisfied myself at Irena’s preparation I knelt behind her. Aiming my cock between her moist lips I slid forward. Her cunt pulled at me as I entered. She was doing her pulsing pussy trick on me. I groaned.

Grabbing her hips I pulled against her clasping cunt until only my head was in her. Then I pushed back hard. She continued to pull at me up until my balls brushed against her clit. At that point she let go and let me thrust several times in and out of her.

Irena began to wobble back and forth on her knees, lapping at Emily’s cunt as she went forward, and pounding back into my cock as she came back. Damn if the girl wasn’t fucking both of us.