Chapter 3

All four of my women wanted to talk about that. They bombarded me with questions about freewill and freedom to decide for themselves. These were foreign concepts, but deliciously attractive to them, so I stayed awake and slaked their curiosity, until I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore.

Ruth rescued me from the hen party and organized our sleeping arrangements. She had been with me twice, and Martha was carrying Caleb's child, so they used one bed while Mary and Marian bookended me in the other. They all had some difficulty falling asleep in the presence of a strange man, but I wasn't awake to know it.

When I woke up with bladder issues, I slipped out of bed and closed the bathroom door behind me. When I came out, Ruth was waiting and went in. She didn't take long, and I decided to wait and give her a smooch when she came out.

The smooch turned into another bout of lovemaking which wakened the others, who sat up and watched in fascination as their aunt groaned, cried, whimpered, and finally screamed herself unconscious with pleasure. When she collapsed, out for the night, Martha said, "I never felt like that with Caleb," and pulled the covers up over her head.

Mary giggled and held out her arms, urging me to come back to bed and hold her. Marian looked shyly at my dangling protuberance. I knew she was curious and let her stare. "Go ahead and look," I urged her. "You can explore me all you want."

She eventually touched me. Her little hand was as soft as silk, and she gently stroked me like she saw Ruth do when I was between wives back in the hamlet. After some attention, Mr. Johnson became fully erect, and I gently laid her down and had my way with her again.

The second time was much slower, gentler, and I was on alert for any pain she might feel, but Marian liked sex, and if it hurt, that was part of the whole experience to her. At first she responded slowly, but pretty soon she was demanding everything I could give, and her orgasm tore through her, much like Ruth's. Its intensity knocked her flat on her back, sucking air as fast as she could.

Mary wanted a turn, but when I touched her, it hurt, so we wisely postponed our lovemaking until she felt fully healed. We cuddled instead, and she decided to remove her nightgown and sleep naked with her husband on her wedding night. That got the other three involved, and they made a show of throwing off their night clothes, Martha included. They made certain that I looked at their nakedness and reinforced their confidence.

Rather than let them all down, I crawled on top of Mary and kissed her from forehead to toes, including her dripping vagina. She came in seconds and lavished me with praise.

Next was Martha. She was naked like the others, suddenly shy even as she invited me to touch her. It was like she wondered if she'd done something wrong. So I licked, nipped, and petted her to two orgasms, then knelt above her and 'let' her stroke me until I squirted all over her naked body.

When I was done, I got up, retrieved a hot washcloth from the bathroom, and cleaned up my mess, much to the amazement of Ruth. "When I was married, and certainly while the other men were using me, I never had a man – any man – treat me like you are treating us. Noah, it's not normal. Where did you learn to be such a considerate husband?"

I kept my experiences to myself and just said, "I want you all to feel as beautiful as I see you, and if that means cleaning my come from your bodies when you've made me feel so wonderful, then that's what I'll do." Ruth loved my explanation and motioned for me to take my place beside her and get some sleep before we had to be up and driving again.

There was a little shyness in the light of morning. Martha and Mary woke up and reached for the gowns to cover up, before getting out of bed. Ruth rolled into my arms and said, "I've never awakened naked with a man before. I like it, Noah.

"Does that make me bad?" Her face reflected the dilemma posed by her question.

"I think I like you naked. As a matter of fact, I like you all naked, and I want you to feel free to dress - or not dress - however you like when we are alone. You've all seen me, and I've seen everything you have, so there's nothing to be shy about, unless being undressed makes you feel insecure. Then, by all means, cover up what you need to cover. Let the rest hang out and be appreciated."

That got the two girls thinking, and Marian tossed her nightgown off, threw off the covers, and paraded right into my arms for a morning kiss. Mary decided she didn't want to be one-upped, so she stood up, slowly drew her nightgown over her head, and stretched her lithe body before my eyes, letting me drink it in before she turned and scampered to the bathroom, followed closely by Marian.

Martha gave Ruth and me a look, then kicked off the covers and without a shred of shyness. stood naked before us. She liked being on display, so I enjoyed looking. Ruth gave me a light kiss, squeezed Mr. Johnson, then sashayed naked to the bathroom, where she joined Mary and Marian getting cleaned up for the day.

Martha came to me naked, and for the first time kissed me like a lover and took my hand and put it on her pubic mound, giving me whatever I wished to take. "Are you sure?" I asked, giving her a chance to change her mind.

Martha sat down and sighed heavily. "I need to tell you something very important. Caleb and I only did it once. He just about raped me. Even though I wanted to do it, I intended to wait for marriage. He made me do it with him, and it wasn't any fun at all. Now that we've done ... things ... I realize how badly he was treating me. He used me, and you ... loved me. You know how to love a woman instead of just take what you please and go one with your life as if it didn't happen. Caleb acted just like the other men. I was something for him to use. Even though he talked sweet to get me alone, when he had me defenseless, he took what he wanted without permission.

"Noah I WANT to be your wife. If you'll have me, I want to make up for being so slutty. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, just PLEASE don't send me home. I never want to go back there. Please?"

"I have no intention of sending you home," I said, softly. "If you want to be with me, then be with me all the way, and we'll raise your child as ours, not Caleb's."

Martha squealed, jumped in my arms and pressed her wetness against me virtually demanding I have my way with her, right then. When I moved to adjust my balance, Martha took that as an invitation. She reached between us, took me in her hand, and inserted me inside her. That didn't work, and we ended up falling into bed, with me still inside her, but we did have a wonderful time enjoying our little romp.

By the time we were finished, the other girls let us have the bathroom. Ruth touched my arm as I passed, and said, "Did you and Martha work anything out?"

I smiled, and said, "Everything is working out just fine."

The day started out fun, and I prayed it stayed that way. I cringed at the thought of all four having PMS together. We found an IHOP, and the girls had a ball ordering and eating at a restaurant for the first time ever. When they discovered that the waitress would bring them anything they asked for, each girl chose a different side dish to go with her breakfast and then shared them.

It was something special for me to see the modern world through the eyes of four women who'd spent their entire lives cloistered far from much of modern technology, and the things I'd always taken for granted.

They knew all about cars and trucks, but they had never been farther than the hamlet line.

Traveling across the country was an unending wonder, especially in daylight. Ruth sat up front and the three girls took over the back seat, staring out at the amazing sights going by. Martha was a little afraid of the tractor trailers and would cringe when they roared past. Mary was fascinated by the tall buildings and especially the bridges we crossed.

By evening we were tired and found a motel that had a two room suite just right for our need. The wallet I found in Noah's pants had plenty of money in it, as well as several credit cards. I picked up the phone and called in to check the available limits and discovered I was carrying four debit cards with twenty-five thousand dollars loaded on each.

The suite presented the first real problem of our marriage. None of my wives wished to sleep in the 'other' room. They all wanted to be together, since that's how we began our married life. After some serious negotiations, I gave up and had the motel staff move the other bed into my room and push them both together. We all shared one big bed that way, and all four ladies were happy.