Chapter 24

Laura woke him the usual way, and she almost went too far. When Jeff grunted and his cock started to swell, she jerked her mouth off. It was a near thing for a few seconds. "I guess I almost went off while I was still asleep," he groaned. "Wow, I'm really horny."

"Sorry, Jeff. You usually go forever. I wouldn't mess it up for Diana for the world."

"It wasn't your fault," he said, finally regaining control. "It's just the stress of the day. Of course, I've had two of those damn shakes today. They would make a dead man horny," he laughed.

Laura pulled down on his dick and then let it go. It slapped his belly with a "whack" that seemed to amuse her to no end. She did it again just to watch him frown.

"When you're done playing with my dick, I need to go pee."

"Hah. Who're you kidding? That thing isn't going down for you to pee." Kissing his dick, then standing up, she said, "Get your shower, there are big things in store tonight."

After his shower and shave, he did manage to relieve himself, but his dick was just barely down enough.

I wonder who will be here to lay my clothes out and kiss my dick tonight. He never even entertained the thought that they would change the custom, other than it certainly wouldn't be Diana.

As he stepped out of the bathroom, it was Jennie who met him. "We tossed for it," she nervously said. "I've never done this before, I hope I've got your clothes right."

"Jennie Girl, I have dressed myself for years," he teased. "If you have forgotten something, which I strongly doubt, there won't be a problem."

Jennie's look seemed to convey sympathy for a mere man. "Diana started the tradition by laying out your clothes, and the other," she blushed prettily, "We're certainly not going to stop doing it on Diana's night. Besides, wives that care about their husbands, lay out their clothes on special occasions." She left unsaid that men couldn't be trusted to properly coordinate their clothing.

By the time her mini lecture was done, she seemed a lot more confident of herself. Stepping close to him, she put both hands behind his head and pulled his mouth down to hers. After the kiss, "Wow," she softly said. "I can feel my pussy clench when we do that."

Glancing down at his roaring hard-on, he grinned and said, "If he gets any harder he's liable to break."

Jennie dropped to her knees, gently took his cock with both hands, then almost reverently licked, lightly sucked, and finally kissed the head. Standing back up, she continued to look at his penis, almost dazed. Her right breast had fallen out of the black, plunging neckline dress she wore — identical to the ones all of them would be wearing, except Diana.

Appearing to have to tear her eyes away from his cock, Jennie slowly hid her breast — at least part of it — with the dress. To Jeff, it seemed a shame to cover such a perfect body.

Kissing him again with the opened-mouthed kiss the girls all liked, she softly said, "Make us proud, Husband," and prissed out of the room.

As he dressed, he, at first, tried to keep Diana off his mind, thinking, or trying to think, about the lab, about the range, about changing the bedrooms. Nevertheless, it was a lost cause. In his mind's eye, he kept seeing Diana standing beside him when he married her all those years ago. His parents barely civil to him; her parents — not at all. He remembered her smile, her squeezing his arm as they stood before the preacher in her parents' house, Diana two months pregnant. Remembered how she had said, "We'll make it. They're all wrong. I love you, and you love me. Things will work out." Her childhood was gone, even as they stood there, and she knew it. She knew how hard it was going to be.

He remembered: She fought her way through that school year, pregnant; faced almost daily criticism, jokes, lewd comments, peer pressure, then after Arlene was born, Diana still couldn't go to dances, ball games, anything; she had to raise a kid, had to save what little money we managed to make. She worked her ass off to help me when I was working part time jobs, and going to school, then college. She never complained. When I was discouraged, she always tried to look on the bright side, always reminded me it would get better, always told me she wasn't sorry I talked her into getting into that back seat. I still love this woman as much as I ever did — no, somehow more.

Why is this affecting me so strongly? I made love to her many, many times — and lately even fucked her a few times. This is no big deal, he tried to tell himself. Women tend to want to redo their marriage vows. This is just about the same thing. Then why is my hand shaking so badly I can hardly hold the hairbrush?

What in the world am I going to be able to do that will make this special for her? I've done my absolute best for Laura and the girls. I don't have anything new that I haven't tried. I never saw this coming. I thought this symbology was just for the girls and Laura — then they dropped Arlene on me out of the blue. I didn't see that coming either, but in my wildest dreams, I didn't expect to carry Diana into that "honeymoon suite."

Trying to tie his tie, a task he had performed hundreds of time to perfection with little or no thought, suddenly, like last night, became a challenge. Eventually managing to get the tie the way he wanted it, his thoughts settled again on Diana. Well, I suppose I could really do something different, like faint for her. Hold out my arm for her; say something profound, like uurp, as I pass out. That should really give her something to remember, he thought, sardonically.

Arlene walked in just as he slipped his jacket on. Do they have a camera in here or something? How do they know just when to come in?

"You look great, Dad."

"You do too, Baby. Your breasts look fantastic playing peekaboo." Summoning courage, or maybe desperation, he asked, "Arlene, what am I going to do to make your mother feel special tonight?"

Without the slightest hesitation, she responded, "Just be you, Dad. You're the thing that's special about this night for her. Not your thing," she grinned, "Although that's special, too, but you are the one that makes this night special for Mom, as you did for the rest of us. Just pick her up, carry her through that door, and do what you did to us."

Recognizing his cue: "Fuck her brains out, right?"

Grinning from ear to ear, she took her dad's hand and eased it inside the dress to cup her breast. "Make her walk funny, Dad — like me."

Concerned, he looked at her, "I'm sorry, I was so involved with my own self that I didn't even ask you how you are tonight. Are you okay?"

"Hell, yes. Oops, sorry Dad. I'm still swollen, but I'm very, very, okay."

Kissing him, then making sure his mouth didn't have any lipstick on it, she took his arm. "Let's go, Husband, your new bride awaits," she said, pressing her breast against his arm and walking with him out of the bedroom.

As they made the last turn, he stopped to look at his wife — his soon-to-be wife — standing at the other end of the hallway; she was so beautiful that he couldn't believe how lucky he was.

"She is pretty, isn't she Dad?" Arlene quietly said.

"Oh, yes," he answered, in awe.

Arlene didn't have to nudge him this time, but she tightly gripped his arm as they started walking arm-in-arm toward Diana. Glancing at Arlene, She's as moved by this as Diana was when we walked toward Arlene last night. All of my women — my women — are dead serious about this. How lucky can a man get? And this woman, Diana, is the reason all of this has happened — is happening.

Breaking from tradition as they reached Diana, Jeff turned to Arlene, said, "Thanks, my wife," leaned down and gently kissed her, then turned toward her mother.

"May I escort my beautiful, new wife to dinner?" he asked, offering her his arm. He saw the smile increase as Diana took his arm; he didn't even have to look at Arlene to know that her grin was in place.

Jeff knew something was different before the dining room door was opened more than a crack. He could smell it, or more correctly, them. The room was tastefully decorated with an abundance of flowers. Laura pinned Diana's corsage on as soon as they were in the room. From the tears in Diana's eyes, it was obvious that she had not known about this.

Arlene, of course, served the wine. It was a different wine. Jeff supposed that it was probably more expensive, in honor of Diana's "wedding," but it was wasted on him, since he knew practically nothing about wine. However, the thought wasn't wasted, but instead, was very much appreciated.

Diana leaned forward from time to time, occasionally taking his hand as she chatted, animatedly. Each time she moved, he saw more of her bare breasts with their already turgid nipples. Her breasts were so strutted with milk that they had to be painful. Apparently, she had not used the pump today, he reasoned, leaving the fun chore of emptying them to him.

After the last course was served and they sat sipping their wine, again breaking with tradition, everyone filed in. Each of them hugged and kissed Diana, then lined up at the head of the table facing her. Apparently, Laura had been chosen as the spokeswoman, for she stepped forward. She mouthed a kiss toward Jeff, then focused on Diana. "Tonight, Diana, my lifelong friend..." she said, choking up. Rallying after a short pause, she continued, "Tonight is your special night. We — all of us — have done our very best to make it just that, at least up to this point," she added, grinning at Jeff.

Locking eyes with Diana, Laura continued, "You allowed, and probably talked your husband into making love to my daughter." When Diana started to say something, Laura hushed her. "Wait, Diana. Remember you wouldn't let me say anything that first night in my apartment. Now, it's my turn to talk — but I speak for all of us. You didn't just send your husband to fuck my baby girl — well, she's a baby to me, and always will be," she grinned. "But you set her up to give her virginity to the one she loved. You graced the occasion with beautiful dining and what turned out to be the 'honeymoon suite, ' everyone was beautifully dressed, everything done in style, the way you have always approached everything.

"Then when I lost my job, you talked your husband into making a job for me. You brought me here to give Ann and me a home in your home. Then, since you knew I loved him as much as Ann did, you offered your husband to me." Laura stopped for a moment to get her voice back in check. "When Jennie and Melissa fell head over heels in love with Jeff, you set the ball rolling to get them out here full time, and again, shared your husband. Arlene has told me, and you have told me, what you did to save your marriage. But again you shared your husband, that time with your daughter."

"We know how much you love Jeff." Looking around at the girls for a second, Laura said, "We don't," her voice cracked again, and she stood for a second before continuing, "have anything to give you to show the appreciation for giving us, all of us, your world. We do give you our friendship, admiration, love — all our love — forever."

"We all vow — vow to you that we will make the best wives to our husband — the husband that you so graciously share with us — and we vow to be the best that we can possibly be to you, for the rest of our lives. Understand Diana, these vows are freely given by all of us. No one has been coerced, or pressured to be part of the group just to make this unanimous. Each chose to do this. There will never be another man in our lives. To us, this is, indeed, forever."

Turning to Jeff, she continued, "Jeff, although we made these vows to Diana, they were to her since she has been so good to all of us, and has shared her husband. To you, who has given yourself to be our husband, and freely shared your home and your life with us, we vow likewise to be the best wives to you, and the best wives to Diana that we can be, for the rest of our lives."

They lined up to give Diana a hug and a kiss again, and it disintegrated into a mutual bawl session. Then they descended on Jeff. Jeff finally got tickled at himself for trying to hide it, and just openly wiped his eyes like the rest of them.

Diana left for a few minutes while the girls kept Jeff company. When she returned, her makeup was repaired, and there was a smile on her face.

Jennie and Melissa came in with a saucer each, Arlene had a cup, and Laura brought a cup along with the coffee. They assembled the coffee serving, Laura poured, and they all left without a word.

"Well, how do you feel?" Jeff asked.

Diana thought for a moment, "Stunned," she said. "These people," she waved her hand as if to indicate that she couldn't come up with the word she wanted, "my sister-wives seem to constantly amaze me."

"Me, too," Jeff admitted. "And that has got to be a gross understatement, but, yeah, me too."

Then it was time for pictures — and more pictures. Finally, at least in Jeff's opinion, they stood in front of the honeymoon suite.

As he took Diana's hands and looked down at her, he thought, How am I ever going to follow that act? Act, heck, that wasn't an act; that was a Broadway production.

He tenderly kissed her, his lips barely touching hers, then as she put her arms around his neck, he picked her up. Still kissing her, he turned round and round, making himself dizzy, but the kiss was hungry now.

"Get a room," someone yelled. He figured it had to be Arlene. He reached down and turned the doorknob, then kicked the door open. Everyone was clapping and a wolf whistle shrilled as, inside a moment later, he kicked the door closed and cut off the sound.

He sat Diana on the couch, and tenderly kissed her. Without asking, he took the glasses he knew would be in the refrigerator and put them on the table. The cork came out of the wine bottle like it was greased. Someone worked on that cork. They know I'm not good at it, and fixed it so that the cork would come out easily. If Diana noticed, she didn't mention it, just picked up her glass and said, "Half. I don't want to be even the least little bit drunk."

"Nor I," he agreed, sitting beside her. Touching their glasses, he said, "To the rest of our lives, with the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Thanks, Jeff. I do love you with all my heart." Sitting her wine on the table, she said, "Now, we need to talk." When he raised an eyebrow in question, she continued, "I've been told that you are really, really uptight about tonight because you're afraid that you won't be able to make this night special for me."

Smiling at him, she said, "We aren't doing this for me tonight. We're doing it for you."

"Diana," Jeff admonished, interrupting her. "This is like a reaffirmation of a couple's wedding vows. Forgive me, but women, generally, like this sort of thing better than men do. Men do this because they know there's going to be trouble ahead if they refuse. Don't ever think, though, that I don't love you just as much as I did when we said our vows originally. No that's wrong," he said, shaking his head, "I love you even more, now."

"Jeff. Jeff," Diana said, touching his lips with her fingertips. "I know all that. Sure I love it, love all the pomp, all the fun that went into having these 'marriages, ' but that's not what I'm talking about. This night is for you. Don't worry, I'll get just as much out of this as you will.

"The only thing that scares me, is that it could blow up in my face. Just remember, and I really mean that, just remember that my intentions are to show how much I love my husband — our husband, and also, I fervently hope to ease your pain a little — maybe a whole lot."

By now, Jeff was totally mystified, and must have shown it. "There are few things that I have ever tried to keep from you," she said. "But I have done something recently, that I have kept from you. I have talked with, and at length, to a psychoanalyst."

Jeff had been mystified before, now he was stunned.

"Within reason, I told her what Jack and I had done. Don't worry, I didn't tell her anything that you did, except for the surveillance. I left Arlene out of the whole thing. I just told her that Jack coerced me into having sex with him, then told her (the psychoanalyst) everything that Jack and I did — in gory detail. Absolutely everything. I told her about your suspecting that something was going on, and how you picked up on it. I told her about your setting the cameras up in the house, and what you filmed — everything. I also included Arnie's tapes, obviously editing out Arlene, and Arnie, but leaving out nothing that Jack and I did."

Diana leaned over and kissed Jeff hard. "Please, Jeff. You're an engineer, more than that, a scientist, an inventor. You obviously have to have an open mind to solve the problems you encounter. Please keep that wonderful mind open for me this night. I know in my heart that this will work, and the analyst agreed. But the only way it will work, and this is from the analyst, is for you to enter wholeheartedly into this with me."

"Tell me what you're referring to Diana? I've never really believed that psychiatry was a legitimate science. What are you talking about doing?"

Looking down at her hands for a moment, she said, "Maybe, I'm talking about your trusting me the way I do you. I trusted you when you called me that night after Jack fucked me, was going to fuck me again. I was so scared when you told me you knew everything, so scared that I would have pissed my pants if I had thought about it — if I had been wearing any pants," she said, morosely. "Nevertheless, I went upstairs and got my pistol, put the magazine in it, walked downstairs and did just as you said. I would have shot Arnie if he had tried to run, because you told me to keep him there, period. I put all our futures, including Arnie's, in your hands without a second thought. That's trust.

"Jeff," she continued, looking him in the eye, "do you have any idea how much trust it takes for me to advocate four women, all of whom are younger than I am, to become your wives, your harem? Not to mention Laura. Think about that for a minute. If I didn't trust you, almost beyond reason, I would never have done that. Never. For most women, it would have been marriage suicide, if there is any such term. But with you, I haven't even had any second thoughts. Oh, I was jealous of Arlene in the beginning, but never of any of the others. And we all know that I can have a bit of the bitch in me from time to time, and to use your expression, get my panties in a wad. I'm not perfect, but my trust in you is as near perfect as anything on this earth can be," she finished, her eyes sparkling with the intensity of her statements.

"I know, Diana. I know. And I thank you for that trust and all you have done for me. But please, just tell me what you have in mind. I'm beginning to get worried about this. I hope this person hasn't put something into your mind that we'll both regret."

"Jeff, you need to think about what you just said. You have just insulted my intelligence more than I can remember anyone ever doing."

Ashen-faced, Jeff sat mute for a moment. "Diana, I ... obviously, it didn't come out the way I meant it to. I..."

"I'm going to pretend that I never heard you make that statement. We have one chance for this to work, Jeff. Now if you really do trust me, real trust, not just talk, then promise me that you will enter into this wholeheartedly, and see it through with me. Just let me lead you through this."

Surely, she isn't going to bring somebody in here and fuck them. I know it had to take a lot of trust to just say and do what I told her on the phone that time. But what is she talking about? Do I have it in me to trust anyone that much?