Chapter 72

As we entered our room I noticed some subtle changes that softened the otherwise rather garish décor of the room. The lights had been turned way down, and scented candles had been set out. My Girls had always had a thing for the mood setting effect of these candles ever since Carol's and my first night together. It seemed it had become something of a family tradition for 'special nights', but I also suspect its origins had something to do with the Old Ways, as Mom had done it for us for our first night at the farm, and the aunts had done it for Carol's and my first night with them. Whatever the origin of the practice, I always liked the romantic effect created and tonight was no different.

Carol and Diane continued their 'pair bonding' and romance they started by mail and phone and now in person. I had observed them off and on all day, holding each other and cuddling at every opportunity and saw their love blossoming before my eyes. It was one of the most gratifying things I'd ever witnessed. Soon they were gently disrobing each other in essentially a very erotic dance. Riekie and I weren't long following suit, and before long there were four very nude and amorous bodies caressing and rubbing each other suggestively before heading for the bathroom to perform our nightly personal hygiene routines. I followed the ladies into the bathroom, deliberately letting them go ahead, so I could watch the hypnotic tic-toc motion of those three wonderful bare derrières as they jiggled and bounced across the room.

That huge master bath, despite its overly ornate fittings proved its design value immediately. Each of the women claimed one of the three sinks for their own use, and while they did their nightly preparations for bed, I took a quick shower. I'd been in the same clothes since before we left home many hours ago, and was sure I smelled at least a little. The girls had all had a shower at the hospital, so were still fairly fresh.

Because I took a shower, the girls were finished before me, and went ahead into the bedroom. As I stepped through the doorway, flicking off the light, I saw my wives settling into the bed. Carol and Diane were already cuddling on the bed, starting to make out, with Riekie just moving toward it. Something about this tableau caught my attention. As I stopped, a ton of bricks suddenly fell on me and I felt the blood drain from my face. I knew I'd seen this before. Talk about your 'déja vu all over again'!

"Carol Anne!"

My sudden shout startled the ladies, freezing them in place "David? What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Carol Anne, don't move. Just look around and see if you see anything that reminds you of something."

Carol started to look around, a puzzled expression on her lovely face. "No... David, I don't see..." Then sudden realization. "Holy shit, Batman!"

Two very puzzled and very naked females looked at us as if we'd just gone stark raving mad. Riekie was the first of the two to get her mouth and brain working together. "Would someone please tell us just what is going on?"

Carol and I grinned at each other. Carol told the story. "David Saw this in September."

"Saw what?"

"He Saw this scene -- Muffin and me, three months pregnant, on the bed, you moving toward it, and him looking on as if entering through a doorway. He described it right down to the king size bed. We thought it was a scene of what might be, but it turns out to have been a scene of what was to be."

I corrected her. "Hon, remember the caution I gave you? I said these visions, or whatever, are usually of something that might happen, but only if certain conditions are met. This time, it looks like whatever the conditions were we have actually met them. This is a GOOD thing -- it looks like we're finally on the right track toward full reconciliation! It should be complete once we're home. I feel wonderful! Now if you'll excuse me, my butt is getting cold!"

All three visibly relaxed at my pronouncement. Diane and Carol giggled and fell back onto the bed, resuming their cuddling and making out in a highly erotic display. Riekie heaved a sigh of relief and crawled into bed, giving me a tantalizing view of her sweet pink pussy. As I approached the bed, she moved over to one side, patting in invitation the space opened between her and Carol who had her back to us, oblivious as she made out with Diane, exchanging a very torrid kiss.

I slid in between them, feeling their warm bare flesh on either side. It had been too long since I had felt the warmth of these two wonderful nymphs on either side. Diane seemed to know I/we needed this, and was content just to explore Carol's and her new love from the outside. I slid my right arm under and around Riekie's warm, bare shoulders as she snuggled over. I held her like that for awhile, just relaxing with her warmth next to me.

Riekie seemed a little tense, but appeared to relax as I raised myself up, leaned over, and kissed her tenderly. She responded hungrily, her lips trying to devour mine. I broke from the kiss and just gazed into those marvelous blue eyes, illuminated by a staggering intelligence, lost in the love I saw there, but I saw something else. Pain? Sadness?

I had marveled all day at how much she, like Carol, retained of her younger self. That wonderful blonde hair, vibrant without even a hint of grey, still framed the sweetest face in the world. Yes, her face had matured a little in that way that reflects twenty years of life experience, but the basic innocence and ingenuousness of her youth that I loved so much still shone through. She was a mature woman, like Carol and Diane, but at heart she was still that innocent teenager I fell in love with. In some ways, she and the others, if not frozen in time, had held it at bay.

I kissed Riekie sweetly on the lips, tasting them with my tongue. She opened her mouth and we explored each others mouths tenderly as the kiss deepened. When we released to get some air, I looked into those eyes again and whispered, "Finally, after almost twenty years, I get to say in person, what I've said to the air every Christmas Eve since 1965 -- Happy Anniversary, Princess."

She cooed back, "Me too -- Happy Anniversary, Darling,"

Carol heard us and another set of lips joined us in a tender kiss as. "Same here -- Happy Anniversary, My Loves."

Diane playfully piled on top of us and smothered us all with sloppy kisses. "What about Happy Wedding Night, guys?"

Diane had given me an idea. I looked at the other two. "In honour of us joining with Muffin and she with us, from tonight on, our Christmas Eve anniversary will be called Wedding Night so there's no confusion of what anniversary we're celebrating. All in favour?"

Three happy females all kissed me wetly and in unison said. "Happy Wedding Night, David."

I returned the kisses. "Happy Wedding Night, My Princesses."

Carol and Diane, giggling, clambered back to their side of the bed and resumed their explorations of each other. I kissed Riekie again, our passion deepening as she got her tongue-suck action going. I felt my toes curling and my penis rising. As we kissed, my left hand found her right breast. I cupped and squeezed, then fondled her breast some more. Her skin on fire, Riekie's right breast quickened and hardened almost instantly and I felt the hard point of her nipple against my palm. I tweaked the small nubbin of her nipple with my fingers. She gasped. I moved my hand to her left breast and did the same. She gasped again. Both breasts now fully erect, I had to see and kiss and suck these delectable morsels! I broke from our passionate French kiss and traced little nibbling kisses down over her throat toward her luscious boobies.

From behind me I heard soft murmurs and moans as Carol and Diane explored their new love.

I kissed lightly, slowly tracing down over her chin onto her throat, tickling with my whiskers. I moved my mouth lower, teasing her flesh with my beard, kissing my way to those wonderful breasts.

I heard gasping from close by as Carol and Diane became more vocal in their explorations.

I lowered my head to her right breast, and gazed intently at that delectable mound of feminine flesh. Her luscious breasts were fuller now, the product of bearing children, slightly larger than a grapefruit, firm, sitting proudly on her ribs with little noticeable sag. The areolas were still that lovely shade of pink, with darker pink, small nipples erect in the centre. Riekie's breasts, like Diane's, were more rounded than Carol's more conical shape. I bent my head, and kissed the nipple of her left breast. My left hand worked her right, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple.

I looked to Riekie's face. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. She was breathing hard. Her hands loosely twined in my hair, holding me to her breast. I tongued the areola, and gave a playful nip at her nipple. She jumped and gasped. Her hands pressed me tighter to her breast. I sucked and chewed. Shockwaves began to ripple through her body. I tweaked her right nipple again. She shuddered. I shifted my position, freeing my right arm from beneath her, rising up a bit, freeing both hands to fondle her breasts. Soon she was gasping and moaning in pleasure.

I heard similar moans and gasps from beside us as Carol and Diane played their own little games of love.

As I tweaked her nipples and massaged both breasts, her whole body started to convulse. Her moaning got louder and more continuous; her hips churned. As I teased those magnificent breasts with my hands, my lips caressed her throat, ears, eyes, and the tip of her nose, my whiskers tickling and teasing her burning flesh. Her moans deepened, her head moved from side to side, and her hips thrust more violently. She started gasping as her hips bucked feverishly. Knowing she was getting near. I squeezed both breasts suddenly, firmly. She arched her back, thrusting them into my hands. I took a nipple between the fingers of each hand, pinched and pulled. Her hips lurched suddenly upward then slammed down. She gasped and yelled. She came, hard and loud.

"OH! OH! David! How do you do that? OH!"

From beside us I heard, "OH! OH! Carol Anne!" I looked over where the sound came from. Carol was poised over Diane much as I was over Riekie. She looked at me winked and grinned. I mouthed a kiss to her.

Riekie's body was wracked by several spasms then she gradually started to wind down, the occasional shudder rocking her. She was coming down from her orgasm, but I didn't want her down all the way. I kissed her again, passionately, then returned my lips to her nipples, teasing them alternately and dragged my whiskers over her sensitive skin, tickling and teasing. Her hands held my head to her breasts as I trailed my left hand down over her tummy, dragging my fingers over her mons, feeling that intense heat I remembered so fondly. I moved my hand lower, tracing the bare flesh of her left thigh, and on down as far as I could reach without stretching. I trailed my hand up the inner part of her thigh. Her legs remained closed. She shuddered and groaned softly.

I heard similar sounds from the other two, and glancing quickly to my right, saw Carol exploring Diane similar to my exploration of Riekie.

When my hand reached where her thighs touched together, I trailed it back down the inside of her right leg. I crossed back to her left leg about the knee. All the while, I used my lips and whiskers to tease her nipples. I stroked with a little more pressure, up her thigh, fingers curling into the more sensitive inner flesh. She opened her thighs a little, allowing me to stroke higher, almost to her crotch. I could feel the heat of her womanhood against the back of my hand. Riekie has always had literally the hottest pussy I've ever experienced. Her physical heat never ceased to amaze me. Her hips pumped gently, and she groaned as my hand stopped short of actually touching her crotch.

I moved my hand down the inside of her right thigh, teasing lightly, crossing back over to her left as I approached her knee. I stoked back upward, this time more fully on the inside. As my hand caressed and teased higher, Riekie closed her thighs tightly and tensed. Thinking she was teasing I placed my hand on her prominent mons feeling the softness of her luxuriant cushion of blonde curls.

I moved my lips back to hers, teasing them with my tongue. Her mouth sucked greedily at mine. She moaned and sighed, sucking on my tongue, her breathing ragged.

I slid my hand from her mons up over her smooth skin to the bare tummy above. I caressed the hot bare flesh there in patterns, finding her cute little belly button. I slid the tip of a finger into the opening, tickling lightly. She gasped, and pulled my face tighter to hers.

My hand traveled southward again, teasingly slow, touched the top of her curls then retreated as she tensed yet again, teasing even more, her hips twisting hard under my hand, seemingly avoiding contact. Our kiss was leaving me breathless. I broke it, and nibbled on an ear, sending shivers through her entire frame. She groaned at the lost contact.

I glanced toward Carol and Diane. Carol was duplicating on Diane what I did with Riekie, and was getting very satisfactory responses. Diane's legs were splayed wide, her hips heaving as Carol's hand explored her.

I nibbled little kisses at Riekie's moist lips as my hand resumed its exploration. Further southward, my fingers tangled lightly in her soft warm hair. She was getting frantic, hips twisting wildly. My fingers pushed farther until they reached the edge of her mons, and probed into her slit.

As my finger brushed her clit, Riekie twisted her hips away completely, almost as if in pain, her thighs clamped tightly together. She broke from our passionate kiss, with an agonized moan and rolled away from me. Suddenly her beautiful body was wracked by gut wrenching sobs. Stunned, I was at a loss. My penis, previously very erect, almost instantly shriveled to nothing. What had I done?

The noises from beside us faded as Carol and Diane became aware of what had transpired in the middle of what appeared to be a wonderful bit of lovemaking.

Shaken, not knowing what had brought this on all I could do was to try to comfort her. I slid my right arm under her neck and around her shaking shoulders and gently wrapped my left arm around her, holding her in a warm protective embrace. She brought her arms up and wrapped her hands tightly on my forearm, hanging on for dear life as she sobbed and sobbed. I leaned over kissed her earlobe and whispered. "Riekie, My Darling? What's wrong? What'd I do? How did I hurt you to make you cry so? Please tell me what I did so I can fix it?"

At first, my words seemed to make her sob even more, but gradually they reduced. I asked again, "Oh my sweet Princess, what did I do? Please, Little One, tell me what I did."

At my words she wailed and started sobbing again, her body convulsing in its emotional pain. I tried pulling her closer to me to comfort her. She pulled away. Ordinarily, I'm a sucker for a woman in tears, but she seemed to be getting hysterical. The more I tried to soothe her, the worse it got and I started to get pissed off. I glanced over my shoulder at Carol. She saw the look on my face, cuddled Diane protectively and nodded.

I took a deep breath. From beside me, Carol muttered, "Uh... oh..."

Then I spoke very sharply. "Riekie Scott!!"

Riekie's sobs ceased immediately. She flipped around, eyes blazing, slapped me hard, and snarled, "Don't you EVER call me that filthy name!"

Almost instantly, she realized what she'd done, her jaw dropped open and she gasped in horror. Suddenly her arms went around my neck and she was kissing me all over the face. She was crying fiercely, but not the hysteria of a few seconds ago. She kept whispering over and over, "Oh, David, I'm so sorry!" As she hugged me tightly to her.

Finally, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out a bit so I could look into her eyes. What I saw there scared the living shit out of me. Pain! Shame! And soul devouring anguish! I knew that awful look, for I'd seen it in the eyes of my beloved Carol Anne twenty years before. The serpent was back, and he was in MY bed on MY wedding night! I felt an all consuming rage, and knew that if I ever found out where the bastard was hiding, I would certainly hunt him down and kill him slowly, ver-ry slowly.

I lost it. I roared, scaring the women half to death. "That son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill that filthy rotten fucking son-of-a-bitch! And no one better try to stop me this time!"

I felt a warm hand gently touch my shoulder from behind. I shrugged it off and pulled Riekie close to me, trying to will her pain away and take it into myself. To heal one, thinking the other had gotten away, only to find she'd just buried it deeper was more than I could bear. Suddenly tears welled from my eyes and I bawled like a baby.

Riekie just cuddled into me, wanting to be held, crying her heart out. My own tears quickly subsided as my brain kicked back into gear. I wasn't going to help anything by becoming an emotional wreck myself. Superman shrugged his shoulders and tightened his cape. This time, I would do it right.

Holding her close, I spoke directly into Riekie's ear. "Talk to me Sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong with you."

She hesitated, her body shaken by sobs. "Do I have to use that filthy name again?"

She stiffened, then relaxed. "N-no! D-don't EVER do that!"

"Then tell me what's wrong with you."

"I-I can't..."

"Riekie..."

"Don't!" She pushed back a bit, and looked me in the eye, the pain and shame killing her. "You want to know what's wrong with me?" Her voice was bitter and dripped shame. "I'll tell you! Carol Anne thought she was a slut! I KNOW I'm one! I'm dirty, David! I'm unclean!! I broke my promise to you! I've cheated you and tricked you! I'm nothing but a conniving whore!"

I heard shocked gasps from behind me.

"What promise did you break, Little One?" One step at a time, David! I had an idea where this was going. The cheating and tricking we'd get to later. I had a notion about that, too.