Chapter 94

After the hectic pace of the last week and a half, everyone seemed to want to just relax and unwind a little. The conversation was subdued as we visited and answered some of Judy's questions regarding our past and how we would pursue the future. One of her questions got us discussing our proposed legal arrangements. Of course, Paul and his wives were very interested in the same thing, as they would need to make similar arrangements. We ended up having quite a discussion on this, and several ideas were floated. We explained what we had decided during the trip home, and that we intended to act as quickly as possible once the Holiday season was over. Paul and his ladies decided to follow our lead and act quickly too.

From there, we talked about housing and our plans for a new, bigger house. The only concern we heard was almost unanimous, but was voiced by Dad. "Yes, a bigger house is definitely needed, but for God's sake, don't tear down the old one to make room. There are too many memories here to let them slip away like that."

I laughed. "Don't worry. This house will remain. What use we'll put it to, I don't know yet, but the new one is going up on the lot in the pines away from this one so it won't be disturbed."

When Mom and Dad severed the pines from the farm to build their new house, they also created lots from them for me and my sisters as early 'inheritances'. I had a two acre building lot at the north end of the pines to build our dream house. All the permits (septic, well, road access, etc.) and minor variances were already in place as part of the severance agreement with the municipality.

The evening wore on until the kids' bedtime, when we excused ourselves to tuck them in. The four kids climbed into the one big bed they'd made for themselves, and Ahab appeared out of nowhere. I swear that cat could teleport, as I was sure he had been outside. No wonder cats have a reputation as witches' familiars. The kids were tired, and after their goodnight hugs and kisses, settled right down, almost instantly asleep with Ahab stretched out in the middle.

As was our habit, my wives and I cuddled in the doorway as we watched them sleep. I do love cuddling with three warm, shapely bodies. Riekie startled us all except the kids when she snapped a quick picture. Except for our intense experience this afternoon and our subsequent nap, she had been snapping pictures like a mad thing all day.

In fact, the flash of a camera or the clicking of a shutter became so familiar at all times of the day and during every conceivable activity <YES! Yeah, I know — dirty old man — so sue me — they're MY wives... >, that we soon ignored it. It became like Carol's and my glasses — one of those things that was so routine we rarely paid any attention or note, except for the occasional curse as a photographer forgot and missed a shot because they ran out of film (lately, digital cameras have improved this situation, but even memory cards sometimes fill up at inopportune moments... ). It's made for some really great truly candid shots, and also, I never think to mention it much anymore.

We now have albums, hard drives and cd's chock-full of the type of pictures I think most families would love to have, but most never think to take or never have a camera handy to capture. Our archives may seem obsessive to some, but we have an almost complete photo record of our lives from late 1985 to the present. How many others, except for possibly heads-of-state, can say that? Most involve the kids, as was Riekie's original intent, but our love for each other is so deep, we have to try and capture that on film as well... A single photo from later in this year, of a pregnant Diane and a very-pregnant Carol, nude, holding hands, and gazing into each other's eyes is still one of all our favourites — it embodies everything me mean to each other. I still can't figure out how Riekie got that one without them posing, but she swears she did, and the other two verify it, saying they never posed for the shot. Bottom line — I may seldom mention the taking of candid pictures throughout the rest of this narrative, but you can rest assured, it is happening — continuously, constantly and unremarked.

However, I digress... we rejoined our guests from tucking the kids in and visited for another couple hours. I was somewhat amazed Riekie didn't have one of her strong urges during the course of the evening. She might already be pregnant, but I doubted that, remembering the day Carol conceived. Once Carol got that quivery feeling of anticipation, it was several hours before she had that final truly urgent need, almost as if her body was preparing for the grande finale. Because I wanted her to see the stars, and realize her dream of seeing them, I hoped it was the same scenario for my beloved blonde goddess. Besides, I kinda liked the comet ride myself...

Our guests left relatively early, with everyone gone by shortly after ten. Jim and Judy would have liked to stay over another day, but he had to be back to work tomorrow. Our late-night partying of the last couple days and the intense emotional stress of reunion had caught up to everyone, and my parents and Paul's family were no exceptions. They left at the same time as Jim and Judy, and again had to call Clyde down from the kids' room. I threatened to buy Dad a new pup and keep Clyde for ourselves, but he wasn't buying into that for a minute.

My wives and I sat up for a short time after our guests left, but we were all very tired too. Last night had left its mark on us. We may have awakened invigorated, but you don't expend that level of energy and not pay the price physically. Then Riekie and I had experienced that incredibly intense and debilitating episode earlier this afternoon as well. We were beat if no one else was... Still, Carol and Diane suddenly seemed livelier and mischievous. Joining hands, they giggled and ran up the stairs to the spare room. I heard Carol say to Diane. "C'mon! Let's have some fun!"

I fixed the furnace for the night while Riekie picked up the coffee cups and tidied up from our evening entertainment. Riekie and I were amused at the way Carol and Diane scampered off to have their own private fun, laughing at the image they evoked, and arm-in-arm we headed for our own bed. We paused to look in on the children, and arms about each other, watched them as they slept. True to form, they were once again in a tangled heap with Ahab woven in amongst them. We shared a tender kiss and embrace then headed to our room.

As we passed the spare room, the door was partly open, and we heard soft moans and giggles from Carol and Diane as they explored their own relationship. When we entered our room, we left our door ajar, too. It may have been Riekie's private time, but we didn't want to cut ourselves off completely from our other lovers either.

Riekie picked up a small parcel and headed for our bathroom. When I tried to follow, she pointed and told me to use the main bathroom. She acted just a little mysterious, but I'd been through this before (Or so I thought!), and kinda knew what to expect. I thought Riekie was trying to recreate the romantic atmosphere of our first private time, making this a true anniversary. Ah! The more things change, the more they stay the same!

It didn't take me long to get ready for bed. How long does it take to pee, brush your teeth, and have a quick wash anyway? I hurried back to our room to find the light off, some scented candles already lit, and the covers turned back, but no Riekie. Oh well! Women do take longer! I climbed into bed and waited. I heard the shower running then I heard her humming an oldies tune I recognized. My Girl! Either Carol had told her, or it was one of their mind-meld things. I somehow thought it was the latter. Shortly, the bathroom door opened, and Riekie appeared.

Magic! Dammit! I know I seem to beat that word to death, but how else to describe what I saw when she stepped (floated?) into the room that night! What a magical sight! Haloed by the soft, romantic candlelight, she was a vision of otherworldly beauty! I'd seen a similar apparition many years before, but lordy, lordy! That's one vision I'd never get tired of! Like then, she wore one of those little nighties — the thin material not quite transparent, but certainly translucent — that showed off every delectable curve.

Backlit by the soft flicker of the candles, the alluring shape of her luscious body was clearly outlined in a sort of luminous nimbus that made her mouth-wateringly ethereal appearance almost unearthly — truly apropos for this anniversary. The hemline came to mid-thigh, showing lots of bare flesh and the low cut top revealed the curve of her delightful boobies, her nipples making obvious dents in the flimsy fabric.

Riekie noticed the almost instant tent I made in the bedclothes and smiled seductively. That tent made a lie of how exhausted I had felt since this afternoon. It seemed I, or more appropriately, my equipment, was raring to go... Pirouetting so the hem flared revealing tantalizing glimpses of her shapely butt and blonde curls, she inquired sweetly. "You like?"

"What's not to like? You are breathtakingly beautiful! Edible! A touch of Heaven and the beauty of the Goddess Herself has graced this humble person with their presence tonight!" I know I can be a little silvery in my speech, but this hyperbole was a little over the top even for me! I hoped the Goddess would excuse my near blasphemy. I threw back the covers on her side of the bed, noting the large, thick bath towel in place for her already, and held out my arms. "Come to me my Princess."

Still backlit by the soft, flickering light of the candles, casting her in an almost wraithlike glow, Riekie seemed to float to the bed then slid under the covers, cuddling into my side. I wrapped my arm around her amazing warmth and held her close to me. Our lips met in a soft warm lover's kiss. Her fingers played in the hair on my chest. As our lips parted from the kiss, she whispered. "Can we just cuddle for awhile just like we used to? I don't want to rush. Can Rascal my Sweet Prince be patient with me?"

I kissed the tip of her pert nose. "Princess, we have all night to ourselves. I still have that fantasy of just holding you and cuddling, feeling your warmth against me. This is perfect, but I think <chuckle> your body will dictate how long we cuddle, not that... ahem... paragon of patience, Rascal."

"Mmmmm. Probably, but I still want to cuddle as long as we can." No argument from me! To hold this wonderful creature and bask in the love she radiated, was all I ever really wanted from her. She snuggled up even closer, her fingers playing in my chest hair, doing wonderful sensual things to my body. I held her close and nibbled on her ear. We exchanged sweet endearments and kissed tenderly, our love a warm fuzzy companion in the bed with us.

Nature overwhelmed reason though, our kisses grew more intense, more demanding and my hand found its way to her firm breast. I squeezed and tweaked her nipple through the thin fabric of her sexy gown, feeling it harden under my touch. Her hand wandered over my body, trailing her fingers lightly, sending chills of delight down my spine.

I moved my hand lower and caressed her thigh. Bringing it higher, I slid my questing hand under her gown, avoiding her treasure, and touched a succulent breast. I squeezed again and played her nipple some more. She arched her back, forcing my hand into firmer contact. I raised the nightie completely, exposing those wonderful irresistible orbs of flesh to view. I leaned in and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking and teasing with my tongue. My whiskers tickled and teased the flesh of her breast, eliciting small gasps and even giggles.

"Oh! David! <Giggle> That tickles! Ni-ice! Mmmm!"

Riekie's breathing grew faster. She began to hump her pelvis gently against my leg, the heat from her mons almost scalding. I raised the nightie and she helped me remove it completely. She giggled. "I don't know why I bothered wearing it into bed. Clothes, no matter how sexy, and you <she tickled me> in bed are not a viable combination... <Giggle>". What can I say? I like my women nude, hot, willing... Well, you get the picture.