Mail-Order Bride
Copyright© 2009 by BoonDock
Chapter 34: Moving on
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 34: Moving on - Being lonely is a bitch. Rupert has been divorced for over a year and can't seem to manage the dating scene. His daughter pushes him into investigating a Russian Mail-Order Bride site and to his surprise, he is soon busy arranging for the visit of one of the woman he meets online. The story soon descends into a violent confrontation with the Russian Mafia.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Harem Polygamy/Polyamory First Slow Violence Prostitution Military
I was actually very happy to have Lisa in the house. I loved kids, always had. Against many people's expectations, I had actually spent some time baby-sitting as a teenager, and I had experienced absolutely no problems looking after my own daughters when they were growing up, right from the diaper stage. You know: when you feed them at one end and wipe it off at the other.
Sitting at the breakfast table, I looked around and found that I was happy. Having all these people in my life added something to it, it didn't take anything away. I loved the sound of everyone talking and watching them made me feel good. I suddenly realised that no matter what else had happened, I wasn't lonely any more.
I had been dragged along into this situation, without planning much of it at all, and that bugged me in a lot of ways, but I decided that I was far from unhappy with the results. I had no idea what was still ahead of me, and in a lot of ways that was a large part of the reason why I was unhappy. Predictability is a killer. Boring makes you old. Having young people in the house also made me feel a lot younger. Of course, the fact that most of them were young beautiful women had something to do with that.
I decided to shake things up a little though so I calmly dropped a bombshell. "We're leaving in an hour to go shopping."
The squeals of protest that followed my announcement just made me grin. I knew that women liked to have more time to prepare, especially if they were going out, but I knew that some sort of ultimatum on time was the only way to get everyone moving in the same direction at the same time. Herding cats? Pah! They're simple compared to herding women and children.
Did I say that I knew what I was doing when it came to women? If so, someone remind me never to do that again. It wasn't even ten minutes after my breakfast table announcement that everyone was in the Land Rover waiting for me.
I had gotten up from the breakfast table and gone straight to the shower. When I came out of the shower, I found some clothes laid out on the bed, ready for me to pull on. I could see neither hide nor hair of any of the women when I came down the stairs. Not even Nqobile.
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