Twenty-one

“THE THING IS,” I said as the ten of us cuddled together in bed Wednesday afternoon, “when Melody marries Lissa, she’ll become Drew and Damon’s stepmom. So, Lexi would become the boys’ grandma, which they already call her. But if Lexi married Jack, she’d also be the boys’ stepmom which means that their other stepmom is their stepsister.” We all giggled as we tried to sort out the relationships.

“I don’t care,” Melody said. “Lissa agrees, Jack and Mom both deserve to be happy. It’s not disrespectful to Dad for Mom to find a man she can be happy with. It’s certainly not going to be bad for the boys. Right, sweetheart?”

I settled into bed and after loving Lissa and Melody, fell asleep between the two of them.

I woke with a familiar tingling in my groin. Lissa and I hadn’t been in this position since we came to Nebraska and feeling her rubbing her butt against my morning wood felt fantastic. My hips got into the rhythm and before long, her legs opened and I was guided easily into her warm depths. I reached around to find her lush, full ... almost non-existent! ... tits. My eyes flew open into a tangle of black hair.

“Oh yes,” she sighed. “So good.” I felt a hand on my balls making sure I was pulled all the way in and lifted my head to look into Lissa’s smiling eyes. As soon as she’d given me an air kiss, she went back to kissing Whitney.

I’ve made love to a lifetime worth of beautiful women. Allison, Beth, Bree ... who could possibly ask for one more? Still, the first time I find myself joined with someone in this intimate act, I find that I want to remember every little detail. I want to know how she smells, what words she whispers, whether touching her nipples excites her or irritates her, how she grips me, how slippery she is ... I don’t want to miss any of it. So, I lost myself in Whitney. I tasted her skin and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. I ran my hand down her chest and abdomen from her chin to her pussy. I knew Lissa was playing between her legs because every few seconds, she would stroke from behind my ball sack all the way across my balls and up my cock to where we were joined, pausing to tickle Whitney’s clit and then start over. I felt her vagina pulsing, clenching down and releasing over and over again. In rhythm with it, her butt cheeks were clenching against my stomach. I knew I wasn’t going to last all the way through her orgasm. I thrust in hard and was surprised when Whitney bounced up off of me, grabbed my cock and held the top against her slit as I shot all over Lissa.

“Sorry, sorry,” she gasped, still clenching her butt against me as she came down. “Oh god! I’m ... uh ... Catholic. Didn’t think you’d want to have little ones with me before you knock up Lissa and Melody. Next time we stay together. Just use a condom.” Holy shit! I’d almost gotten Whitney pregnant? My cock wasn’t getting the message that it wasn’t needed anymore. She shoved my cock back through her legs so it slapped against my stomach and pushed her butt against me. “Or put it back there. That’s what good Catholic girls do. No muss, no fuss. Everybody’s happy.” Yeah, well, I could be content with that.

“I’m sorry, Whitney. I didn’t know. Are you okay?”

“So okay, Tony. Thank you. Thank you, Lissa baby. Oh god! Thank you both so much. Thank all five of you and your girlfriends, too. Oh, thank you.”

Sadly, our visit to my parents was coming to an end. There were New Year’s Eve celebrations happening back in Seattle. The Oregon contingent was coming up when the Trips returned.

But my time was spoken for. This was my week with Wendy.

I took Wendy’s hand and led her to the bedroom when everyone else went down to breakfast. I kissed her soundly and she returned my kiss with passion, ready to forego breakfast for another roll on the big double mattress—even though we’d already stripped the sheets. We broke the kiss and I reached out to touch her tiger eye collar. Wendy’s eyes opened wide and she sank to her knees in front of me, placing her hands behind her back.

“Yes, master.” I hadn’t been certain the signal would be remembered. When we set it up, it was so Wendy could signal me that she needed her master. But I could use the signal as well to tell her I needed her to submit. I’d never used it before.

“Tiger, have you packed yet?”

“Nearly everything, master.”

“You are to retrieve anything you absolutely must have for the next week from your suitcase and give it to Kate. Your toothbrush, shampoo, medicine—anything you cannot possibly do without. I can’t think of any clothes that you can’t do without, but if there is something, give it to Kate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered. She threw her arms around my thighs and hugged me tightly. “Oh, yes, Master. Yes.”

“I love you, Tiger.”

“I know, Master. Thank you.”

I left the room and found Kate. She kissed me and I looked into her eyes.

“Thank you for loving Wendy, Tony,” she whispered. “I could never be for her what you are. I feel so worthless sometimes.”

“Kate, you have a special relationship with Wendy. I could never be for her what you are. There’s no reason to feel worthless. Together, we’ll be right for her. That I can feel.”

At the airport, we all kissed and hugged. Kate was headed to San Francisco where she was to meet Clarice to disassemble her exhibit. Lissa, Melody, Rio, Whitney, Bree, and Allison had the boys corralled and were flying back to Seattle without us. I wondered if Nebraska could feel the vacuum we were leaving behind.

“Tiger, give your suitcase to Kate,” I said softly when we’d reached the gate. She looked a question at me, but went to Kate and gave up her suitcase. Kate handed her a backpack and kissed her long and softly. I could see them whispering together and then they hugged.

“Come with me,” I said softly. We turned and waved to everyone in their boarding area and Wendy followed me. We had a while to wait for our flight, but I didn’t want to sit in the boarding area for the Seattle flight and watch my other loves leave.

There’s no direct flight from Omaha to Palm Springs. I could tell Wendy was bursting with questions, but she was so excited to have left everything in my hands that she silently waited to be told when and where we were going. I even ordered dinner and a glass of wine for her during our layover at LAX.

Our last fifty-minute flight got us into Palm Springs at twenty after nine at night. At baggage claim, a limo driver held a sign that said “Ames.” He hauled my suitcase to the car and complained about the weight. Wendy snuggled up to me as the driver took us the twenty miles down to the Westin resort in Palm Desert. My folks have a timeshare in Hawaii and I talked them into letting me exchange it for a week in the Southern California desert. I’d had Penny handle making the rest of the arrangements. It had required talking to an actual travel agent who could figure out the airline connections.

When Wendy saw our condo, her mouth dropped open. Before she could close it, I touched her tiger eye. Wendy dropped to her knees in front of me with her hands clasped behind her back.

“Yes, Master. How may I serve you?” she asked.

For the first time, this was going to be fun. I had to do a little play-acting, but it was still going to be exactly what Wendy needed.

“Tiger, this is our room. When you are in this room, there is no need for you to wear clothes. In this room, you will wear only your collar and your ankle bracelet. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said.

“Then you should stop kneeling and get undressed,” I said softly.

You couldn’t have lit a firecracker under her that would have made her move more quickly. Her clothes were off, folded and hung in the closet in seconds. She returned to her kneeling position in front of me.

“You are mine this week,” I said gently. “I am all you need. I will tell you when you need to open your backpack. I have your toothbrush with mine. Let’s go to bed.”

I swear, Wendy floated. She dropped her backpack, helped me undress and folded my clothes, and stood beside me at the eight-foot long marble sink in the bathroom. Her smile was so big when she approached the huge bed for just the two of us that it lit the room.

“What may I do for you, Master?” she asked as she crawled into the bed next to me.

“Tonight, Tiger, you may cuddle up next to me and hold me through the night as I hold you. Tonight, you may relax knowing that I love you and I am so happy to be here with you this week. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you more.”