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.
The impediment of her gown removed, I resumed my loving attack, kissing and sucking her boobies, tickling her with my bristly whiskers, making her shudder and squirm. My hand wandered to her lovely little pussy. She was already hot and soaking as my finger found its way into her tight opening. I felt her inner lips open as she spread her legs completely for me.
I rose, still sucking a nipple as shockwaves rippled through her body. I released her nipple and my mouth started a slow, teasing journey down her body, aided by the tickles of my whiskers, ending at her gorgeous blonde pubic mat. I buried my face and inhaled deeply, savouring the fullness of woman — My Woman — the scent so intoxicating in its richness and sweetness. Regardless of how many times it is said, or how crude it may sound, there is still no more wonderful aroma in the world than that of one's own woman when she's in heat, and Riekie, so close to ovulation, was most definitely in heat. I breathed deeply again, savouring the addictive ambrosia of her sex. I'm still just a pussy junkie, and I hope they never find a cure.
I dipped lower and licked her full length, my beard tickling and teasing the supersensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Riekie's whole body shook and convulsed. I drove my tongue as far into her as it would go, my nose rubbing that hard little nubbin. I ate and sucked and chewed. I played her hot little clit like a fine instrument, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her hands flew to my head, pulling me closer. I teased her mercilessly, licking her length with the full flat of my tongue, tasting her sweet nectar.
Riekie's hips bucked and jerked through three massive orgasms, so close together they almost seemed one continuous come. Her torso shuddered and convulsed, waves of ecstasy rippling through her. Her thighs clamped about my head, almost painfully as she came. I hardly noticed, lost in trying to breathe and lapping up her squirting juices. Grunting and gasping in release I was amazed she didn't scream!
"UH! UH! OOOOOO! MMMMMM! YES! UH! UH! SO-O-O GOO-OO-OOD! AH-AH!!"
Riekie finally relaxed back onto the bed as I slowed my loving attentions to her beautiful pussy, lapping up her copious spend. I crawled back up beside her and held her in my arms. I kissed her lightly, letting her taste herself on my lips, smell herself on my beard. She cooed and stroked my hair, those forever eyes looking lovingly into mine.
"Oooo, David! You know just what I like. It just gets better every time! I feel all warm and tingly."
She reached down to my penis, stroking it to full erection. "Mmmm! Rascal feels like he's ready to play. Make love to me now? Nice and slow and gentle? I want to feel every delicious inch as you put him in me, so go as slow as you can."
I kissed her tenderly as I maneuvered between her thighs, her hand still grasping and gently stroking my rigid pole. She drew her knees up and let them fall open in complete invitation as she aligned her friend with her opening. I entered her as slowly as I possibly could, letting both of us feel the exquisite pleasure of my gentle, slow penetration. Riekie's pussy, for all the use it had last night and this afternoon was still almost virgin tight and so hot! The heat from Riekie's pelvic region has been a constant source of amazement and extreme pleasure to me since he first time I noticed it all those years before. Her internal muscles massaged and squeezed as I slid into her molten depths. We looked deeply into each other's eyes as I slowly pressed into her. As I bottomed against her cervix and our hair mingled, she softly voiced her pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmmmmmm. He feels so good! So-o-o fu-u-ull. So-o-o Dee-eep. Mmmmmm!"
I backed out all the way and slowly re-entered her tight sheath, those marvelous muscles again exacting a toll of extreme pleasure on me, her hips rising to meet my downward thrust. The feelings were indescribably delicious. Again she cooed her delight.
"Ooooohhh. So-o-o-o-o goo-oo-ood. Mmmmmm! More..."
I withdrew fully and thrust in slowly several more times, letting her feel the full hard length of my penis as it slithered in and out of her clasping, pulsing sex, her hips rising to meet me each time, and she moaned her delight.
"Ooooooooooooooooo. Sooooooooooo Goooooood."
Each long stroke generated more profound reactions from Riekie. Her hips started to buck back a little harder each time. Her moans and groans got more insistent.
"Mmmm! Yes! Ooooo! Mo-ore! Oooo! I love it so-o-o! He feels so-o-o goo-ood!"
We picked up speed and force. I backed and filled, my pistoning dick pounding into her welcoming pussy like a steam locomotive gradually building to full driving speed. Her wonderful, talented vaginal muscles squeezed and pulsed rhythmically in time with my strokes, her arms wrapped tightly around my back and hips, pulling me deeper into her. Her knees were drawn up, feet planted firmly on the mattress, so she could push her pelvis back at me, her grunts and groans of encouragement louder, more insistent.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Deeper! David! Harder! Uh! Uh! Oh Yes! So Good!"
Ere long we were rutting hard and fast, her hips meeting my every thrust, in perfect counterpoint, her muscles massaging and milking. My balls pulled up tight against the base of my throbbing penis then I felt the overpowering rush as they built toward eruption and sensed her body tensing for her own massive spasm. We grunted and moaned together as our climax approached.
"UH! UH! OOOO! DAV-VID! UH! IT'S CLOSE!"
"UH! UH! PRIN-CESS! SO TIGHT! UH! UH! OOOO!!'
I drove into her furiously, her movements matching mine perfectly as the engine came to full speed, drive wheels churning, reciprocating piston driving. The end came. I thrust two or three times hard and deep and on the last long push froze deep within her as I felt that familiar blinding sweet pain of release. A surge of semen erupted from my balls. My throbbing penis hardened and swelled even more as a torrent of creamy baby makers spewed through, splashing deep into her womb in powerful squirt after squirt, spewing what felt like a couple quarts. As I came, her hips lunged upward against mine and held, her body wracked by a series of massive convulsions as she came hard under me, her fluids squirting hotly, soaking and dripping from my scrotum. In the throes of her orgasm, my blonde wonder grunted, yelled, and called my name.
"UH! UH! UH! YES! YES! OGOD! OGOD! OGOD! DAVID! DAAV-VIIIDD!!OOOOOooooo"!
Gradually we relaxed, regaining our senses and breathing. I rolled to my side, carrying Riekie with me, still joined, our hips gently pumping together. Riekie locked her lips on mine and sucked my soul completely away, the total love in that kiss almost orgasmic in itself. My dick remained semi erect inside her as we cuddled and kissed. Riekie was ecstatic.
"Oh... David! I love you so much! You make me feel so-o-o-o wonderful! You fill me up so much! I felt every drop of his Precious Stuff squirt inside me! It's so warm and, and, and..." She ran out of words to describe the pleasure she felt.
I kissed her tenderly. "It's just your wonderful body and love drawing it out of me. When I love you, it's so special I just have to make it good for you. I feel wrapped in a cocoon of love when I'm inside you. With you, I don't need the extra stimulation of pheromones. I love you, Riekie Lloyd, My Princess, mother of my children."
She giggled, her muscles doing marvelous things to my semi-turgid member still buried in that wonderful place. She cooed. "Oooo! Mother of your children! God, David, I want that so much. God! I love you!"
As she spoke, Riekie continued gently worked her hips and muscles on my member, reviving it, but not rushing things.
I was lost in my love of this marvelous creature. "Oh, Princess, mother of my children, I love you. More than words can describe."
Riekie moved her hips a little more aggressively, my erection firmed up, looking for some more hot action. Feeling it, she giggled.
"Mmmm! Stop talking and love me one more time. Sweet Prince is awake again and Sweet Pussy is really itchy. She needs a really deep scratching."
I took that as my cue that she wanted a hard fast fuck, and obliged her. I rolled her to her back, never breaking contact between her friend and Sweet Pussy. I started with one long full stroke, then pounded and rutted her hard and fast. She pounded and rutted back just as hard and fast. All too soon we reached the peak and jumped together. We came in a flurry and I filled her again with what felt like another two quarts of thick white baby batter as she convulsed and bucked in a chain reaction of massive multiple orgasms beneath me. Each time I squirted a huge gob into her, she came hard and wet. I squirted four or five big dollops of my baby juice into her, and on each, her body leaped and shook beneath me, and she yelled.
"OGOD! DAVID! I FEEL HIM! I FEEL HIM SQUIRT! OH! OH! DAVIID!... OH! OH! DAVIIIIID!"
Once again an impressive and mind-blowing end to a short, fantastic rut. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of her and rolled off, my quickly shriveling penis falling out of her with a wet 'Plop'. As I rolled to my back, Riekie regained some of her senses. She pulled her towel around her and promptly began cleaning my flaccid penis, whispering endearments to Rascal from Sweet Pussy. All the time she laved and bathed my shrunken, sated appendage, those marvelous azure eyes looked into mine. She looked a little silly with that towel wrapped around her hips, reminding me of a swami as she worked on my penis with her mouth — only I could come up with such a ludicrous image at such a tender moment.
I grinned and chuckled. Riekie lifted her head and gave me a quizzical look. "What's so funny, lover boy?"
I couldn't help it. "With your towel pulled up around you like that and tending to your friend, I was suddenly struck that you looked just like one of those Eastern fakirs charming a snake. I'm sorry, but my mind does conjure up some strange visions at the damnedest times..."
Rather than taking offense and having our evening ruined, Riekie giggled. "Ya think? Hmmm! This snake looks about worn out... Not much to be charmed here, I don't think. Maybe we oughtta let it rest for awhile, eh?" With that, she resumed her ministrations to her flaccid friend, and a potentially embarrassing and divisive moment caused by my irreverence was averted with love and laughter.
When I was clean to her satisfaction, she patted her friend tenderly, kissed the tip gently and told it, "Sleep, now Rascal my Sweet Prince." She lay down beside me, spreading her towel flat again, revealing her feminine charms. She cuddled close as I took her in my arms, kissed me sweetly, and in a moment of her own irreverence, Riekie as the little girl made a brief appearance and told me seriously.
"Ras-cal, my Swee-eet Prince fill-lled Swee-eet Puss-ssy all up! Yup he did! Uh-huh! He made a aw-ful mess in her a-gain, too! Uh-huh!"
I can't help it! Every time she does that, I break up! This sweet, wonderful, delectable, beautiful blonde creature of the gods was just too much! I laughed until tears ran down my face. I just had to get even. I attacked her as the tickle monster, tickling her mercilessly. She giggled and squealed like a kid, thrashing and writhing, making quite a din. Damn! We do have fun! Who'da thunk this middle aged medico could play like a kid! Me! That's who!
Gradually we subsided into kisses and petting and back to cuddling. We started talking and got ourselves lost in quiet conversation for a couple hours or more about almost everything under the sun and a few things above. As we talked, laughed, and traded silly gags, we fell even more deeply in love if that was possible. If we didn't fall deeper in love, we at least became more comfortable with what we had and with each other. Twenty years of separation and different life experiences evaporated and we became again the lovers we once were, but with a new and more profound understanding of each other. We eventually ran down and fell asleep in each other's arms.