[The sex in this story is MF, FF and FMF. No anal. The story is about having a polyamorous family work for every participant. Your comments are welcome.]
When I woke up it was morning. Two women were sucking and kissing my cock. One of them was my new wife. The other was a damsel in distress from the night before. I turned them so I could reach their pussies and my fingers explored their slippery portions.
Sandra rolled a condom onto me and helped Pat assume the cowgirl position above me. I watched as she sank down, invaginating me. She felt really good. She rode me hard. Twice she called me Carl and three times she called me Nick. When she came I was Nick. When I came she used her muscles to milk me.
As she pulled off me Sandra peeled off the condom and drank the contents. Pat bent and cleaned my cock with her mouth.
"Good Morning, Honey." Sandra said.
"Good morning, ladies. I like how the alarm clock works in this room. It isn't too noisy but I sure woke up happy."
Pat said, "So did we!"
"Shower anyone?"
They pulled me out of the bed, turned on the water and the three of us somehow got clean. We got dry and dressed. We packed our stuff and headed out for our traveling day. In the lobby, I walked to the desk. I handed the woman the room keys and asked if she would give a message to the manager named Bonny. She pressed a button and ten seconds later Bonny came out of the back office.
"I wanted to thank you for your kindness last evening and to settle up my bill."
"There is no bill to settle. Once, ten years ago I was ending a bad marriage from a hospital bed. I wished then someone had been there to help me. I wasn't there to help her (she pointed at Pat), but I can honor her heros by paying your bill. It's already done." She shook my hand, waved at Sandra and Pat waiting by the door and was gone.
We walked to the truck and got in. Pat navigated us to I-65 north and we were off. We stopped in Montgomery for lunch and ate at a Cracker Barrel. Every time I eat at a Cracker Barrel I feel badly for all the places that don't have a nearby Cracker Barrel. While we started the trip north from Montgomery Sandra used the cell phone again.
"Margie, it's us. We just left Montgomery. We have Pat with us and all her stuff. Can you find her a place to live near the dry cleaners? She doesn't have a car. I'll ask." She held the phone and asked, "Pat, will you stay with us a few days until we can find you a place?"
Pat nodded and teared up. "She'll stay. Yes, in Krystn's room. No, Krystn doesn't need to move. Pat will share. What's for dinner? What? I'll tell him. See you soon. Bye." She disconnected.
"Tell him what?" I asked.
"Mark has asked every one, every day, since we left where his Dad is."
"God! Having a Dad must be important to the little guy."
"Either that or perhaps it is you he misses."
"Who is Mark?" Pat asked.
For the next hundred miles Sandra explained our family to Pat. She included that we had been married for five days and known each other for seven. She included that the three sisters all considered themselves married to me, not just Sandra. She took all of it in quite well. She didn't try to jump from the truck once.
When we made a pit stop I wondered if she would run away, but she came back. They came back to the truck together. I knew we would be home by the time we needed to stop again so I handed the keys to Sandra. She put her arms around my neck and pressed the rest of herself against me. We kissed for about a week, or maybe a minute. It was very good. My knees were weak when the kiss ended. I walked around and opened the door for Pat. She pressed herself against me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was a little different from Sandra's kiss but every bit as intentional. I was hard when we got in the truck. Pat sat in the middle.
A few miles down the road Sandra asked, "Pat, why did you kiss Nick that way?"
"He saved my life. He helped me think maybe I am worth it! He and you are giving me a new life. That kiss was just part of how I want to say thank you."
Sandra pulled off at the next rest stop. She stopped the truck and got out. She reached for Pat's hand and helped her slide over and out.
"If you don't mind, I'd like a kiss, too."
Pat's arms went around Sandra's neck, her body molded itself to Sandra's and they kissed. Hell, it was so hot I got hard and I was four feet from them. When it ended Sandra said, "Great! Now I get to drive the rest of the way home soaked! Serves me right!"
As they climbed back in laughing, I said, "If you park over there I'll take you both in the back and dry you with my tongue."
"That will NOT get us dry!" They both said, laughing. We got back on the highway.
An hour later Sandra got off the highway and headed through town. North of town, on a hill, there were three houses sitting almost by themselves. One four foot chain link fence enclosed all three yards. Jim was standing by the middle gate, holding it open. He smiled and waved as we pulled in. He closed the gate behind us.
We got out and were mobbed by short people, and Jim. Mark crawled up my leg and I lifted him the rest of the way. "You're my Dad!" He said. I nodded. "And you aren't posta go away without me!"
"I'm back! Are you glad I'm back?"
"Yup!" He wiggled and was gone. Jim looked at me and said, "I missed you too." He waited and added, "Dad."
I felt tears well up. Pat touched my arm. I turned and said, "Pat this is Jim, our son. Mark was the one who just took off."
The little girl on front of Pat said, "I'm Sam. My name is Samantha but everyone calls me Sam. Glad to meet you Pat." As soon as they shook hands Sam took off. By then Margie and Della were outside headed our way.
"We were headed inside." Sandra said.
"We couldn't wait ten more seconds. They met Pat and gave her a hug and turned to me. My socks melted when Margie kissed me. Lordy, she was glad to see me! Della was more restrained. She pushed Margie out of the way and did her best to get inside my clothes with me. It was good to be home.
Della took my arm and guided me into our house. The table was set for everyone and dinner smelled really good. Krystn came out of the kitchen and kissed Sandra and then me. She kissed me and said, "Welcome home, Daddy."
We unloaded the truck. We took Pat's stuff to Krystn's room. Sandra and Della took Sandra's suitcases and I pulled mine out of the truck. I followed Sandra and Della. When we got inside the house and towards the back of the ground floor Della said, "Nick your stuff goes in there." She pointed to a door. I opened it and it was an office with a big walk in closet. There was no bed. A man married to three women really doesn't need a bed. I hung clothes in the closet and stashed things in the chest of drawers. The dirty laundry I left in the suitcase.
Sandra came in to see what I was doing. We stood in the closet and kissed. When we pulled back a little I saw she was teary.
"Why the tears?"
"It's real. I'm married again and to someone who loves us!" We kissed again.
"And, don't you forget it!" We kissed again.
Sam darted into the room and yelled, "Mommy's kissing Daddy in the closet!" She ran out just as fast. We laughed and heard others laugh. Sandra showed me the bedroom. I had thought it might be one of those super frilly, pink everything bedrooms. It wasn't. The bed was a rustic four poster with massive posts made of rough hewn logs. A mostly green quilt covered the bed. The room was carpeted in chocolate brown. The walls were a complimentary green and the curtains were white eyelet. Country, but not frilly. It felt good.
"As soon as we can, I invite you to stay here with me."
