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Recollections
Written by: Kaadorix

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 16: "Abdicate"
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-*- Tuesday, May 16, 2017 -*-
-*- Leavenworth, Kansas -*-


"There's no way Lexi sent you that text, man!"

"But she did," I insisted to my good friend, Mike, both of
us laughing in unison, as I had him on speakerphone during a
brief lull between patients at my medical practice on Tuesday
morning. Mike was on vacation, visiting family in Colorado
with his wife (Pamela) and their young son (Oliver). Mike
and I had been catching up on life's important events as only
a pair of best friends since two decades ago in college could.

"I'm looking at the text right now from Lexi." I continued
to laugh, trying to convince Mike that I was not lying to him.
"_My butthole still hurts!_ Lexi sent it just a few minutes
after nine o'clock this morning." I could not contain my
laughter. "I can forward you a screenshot if you want. Trust
me, I am not making this up..."

Mike broke out into yet another hysterical rage. "Lexi
sent you that text? My butthole still hurts? You sure you
didn't send that to yourself, man?" His laughter ramped up
to an even greater level. "Wow, you're tryin' all these new
things lately with your wife, dude. Sometimes, it's nice to
stretch a girl's ass wide open and make her your Christmas
dinner. There's nothin' wrong with that, man."

I shook my head and nearly spit out my drink at his lewd
words. "You're fucking awful, Mike. Just awful!"

"Says the guy who has two young, hot wives and is getting
texts about buttholes still hurting from what happened the
night before," he retorted. "Who would have ever thought,
man, that between you and I, _I_ would wind up in the typical,
one-on-one relationship and marriage, while YOU would come
home to TWO girls every night? Two wives?" Indeed, before
Mike met and fell in love with Pamela a few years ago, he led
quite the interesting lifestyle. Mike once went through
women like puppies went through shoes - fast and furious -
then tossed them aside, damaged and heartbroken. I rarely
remember him mentioning the same woman's name twice. Mike
was once quite the player, but meeting Pamela floored him
instantly. She absolutely stole his heart and tamed him.

"You're Jeremy [Last Name]," Mike added. "The good one.
The guy who always does the right thing. The guy whose
shadow I've walked in for over 20 years." I stayed silent,
wondering where Mike was going with this. "I figured at one
point, you would get sick of being THAT guy. That you'd want
to bust free and say _fuck 'em all_ to the system and do the
thing that FEELS right instead of the thing that IS right."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Mike. I always
do the right thing. That's who I am. I don't know why it
has bothered you so much over the years. Pamela does the
right thing all the time, and you don't give her grief."

"No, because I NEED Pamela to be that way for me. She
keeps me in line and besides, she's a chick. You're a dude.
I'm glad you finally cut loose and kicked some ass."

"What are you talking about?"

"You got two wives, man!" he exclaimed. "You're the most
honest, most loyal, best dude I know. You come across as
_Mayberry_ on steroids. Who would ever think that YOU, of
all people, go home to two wives every single night? Not two
dumb chicks, or two girls from the bar looking for a thrill,
but two wives! You have kids with both of them! I still have
issues believing that you and Lexi got hooked up with Merissa.
I know Lexi has always been a little more wild and carefree
than you, but I could tell from day one that she was attracted
to you, and you were the only guy she was interested in, man.
You and Lexi are the perfect poster childs for monogamy."

"I think our situations have worked out for both of us," I
told Mike, now completely over the laughing fit from earlier.
And marrying Merissa, I must add, was the RIGHT THING to do. In
my mind, there was nothing wrong with our three-way marriage.

"You can have your Lexi and Merissa, man, your two brides,"
Mike offered. "All I want and need in my life any more is
Pamela. That woman has a strangle-hold on me like you would
not believe. And I've never been happier than I am right now.
I have eyes for no other woman, period." Mike paused, and I
could literally hear the wicked wheels spinning in his head
through my smartphone. "So that was only the second time you
got Lexi to agree to try anal sex with you? Last night? Man,
she had that thing under lock and key from you for seven years.
You said Lexi would not let your dick anywhere near her ass."

Perhaps I should have felt guilty, or even wrong, for
having such a discussion with Mike right now about my wife.
But of all people, this was Mike, after all, and this type
of discussion was quite commonplace for the two of us. The
lewd vulgarity of it, that is. Mike had been this way for as
long as I had known him. He was very blunt and straightforward
when it came to anything sexual or relationship oriented. It
was just his personality, but I knew that he was harmless. I
suppose no one could fault him, considering his successes.

Besides, if Alexa were listening to us right now, she would
be laughing and having a good time. Alexa did not always get
along with Mike, especially when she first met him seven years
ago, but they had an understanding between each other nowadays.
Alexa knew all about him and thought he was harmless, too. She
felt that he was a perfect compliment for me as a friend, since
I had the tendency to be a little too uptight and straitlaced
whenever I was out of my comfort zone.

"Last night was just the second time Lexi allowed me to go
anal on her," I confirmed. "She seemed to enjoy it a lot more
than the first time a few weeks back, too. I have faith that
it is something that we can continue to do - it's very unique,
very different for us - maybe once a month from now on."

"Pamela takes it in the ass every week from me, man."

I rolled my head about and chuckled. "Good for you. I'd
be happy with once a month. I go anal on Merissa about once a
month, and that's perfect. When she's not pregnant, that is."

"Merissa's been pregnant a lot, man," Mike countered. "She
has been with you and Lexi for three years now, right? Girl
has been knocked up for half that time - 18 months. What do you
do to her, man? You look at Merissa, and she gets pregnant."

I stifled a laugh. "Apparently. But I'm not complaining."

"How is she handling this last week or two?"

I sighed. "It's been rough. Merissa was up this morning at
4:30, all emotional and upset, saying that she is convinced
that the baby is so comfortable that he will just stay inside
that warm, dark world she created for him forever. Her womb."

"Pamela was the same way, man, before Oliver was born. She
swung on a crazy pendulum between ecstatic excitement one
minute and then, out of the blue, she was fearful the very next
minute that she was going to be the worst mother in the history
of the world. It's normal, man. Merissa will be fine."

"Merissa was crying this morning, saying sleeping on her
back, it feels like a bowling ball is crushing her spine. And
sleeping on her side, she gets a dead arm and a stiff hip."

"Poor girl, man."

"I'm at the point now where I just wish Asher would be born.
You know me, Mike. I've loved enjoying these pregnancies with
Lexi and Merissa, celebrating them, cherishing them. But they
have all been very rough and challenging, very uncomfortable
for Lexi and Merissa, especially in the final few weeks."

"I know it's frustrating, man, but tell Merissa that good
old Mike says to hang in there. Like everything in life, all
seasons in it, this time will pass. Merissa can do it,
Jeremy, and so can you. So can Lexi. Just hang in there.
She has plenty of support from you and Lexi."

"We went to the grocery store last night and one minute,
Merissa was laughing and bumping into Lexi with her shopping
cart. Then, all of a sudden, Merissa says she is tired -
exhausted - and wants to pass out right in the aisle."

"It will be over soon," Mike reiterated. "Just stay
positive, man, and keep treating Merissa the way you do.
Once that baby is born and Merissa is holding him in her
arms for the first time, she will be so overcome with total
happiness, and things will get back to normal for you three
very, very quickly. This is your third kid, man. Nothing
you haven't been through before. Keep your chin up."

I smiled. "Thanks, Mike." It was good to receive an
outside perspective and a little assurance to go with it.

"So you and Lexi are going to start working on having
another baby here soon? In the summer, you said?"

"We are going to have a daughter next year," I spoke quite
calmly, "and her name will be Brooklyn." Dad told me, right?

Mike hesitated for a split-second. "Wait, man. Lexi is
not even pregnant yet, not even close, yet you're saying she
is going to give birth to a daughter next year?"

"Her name will be Brooklyn."

Mike chuckled. "What? You see into the future now, too?"

"Sort of." Actually, my deceased father told me that in a
ethereal meeting. Alexa and I would have our second child
together, a girl named Brooklyn, in 2018. Call me crazy, but
I was now convinced that the discussion I had with Dad was not
a dream, or a vivid hallucination. It actually happened. Dad
came to visit me from beyond the grave as a way to find peace,
and settle the differences we had these past couple of years.

Of course, I had yet to actually tell anyone - even Alexa
or Merissa - about the spiritual visitation yet. Mike would
certainly not be the first person I shared its details with.
I was going to talk to Alexa and Merissa about it eventually,
but probably not until Asher was born. Merissa was such a
bundle of nerves here lately, and telling her the other tidbit
Dad shared with me - that he had been in contact with Merissa's
own father, who passed away 18 years ago - and he watched over
her daily, like a guardian angel, and was incredibly proud of
the young woman she had become... Merissa would start crying on
the spot. She certainly did not need any more stress at the
moment. Merissa's dad passed away when she was only seven, and
his memory was sacred to her. It was the holy grail.

"Well, maybe Pamela and I will have our second rugrat by the
time that your Brooklyn is born," Mike offered. "What, next
year? Do you have an exact date, man, since you've turned into
Mr. Clairvoyant on me? How many pounds and ounces?"

"Just remember," I said. "A girl. Brooklyn. You'll see."

"I'll let you go, man. I know you're busy now at work, but
even if you're not, maybe you and Lexi can continue texting
each other about how her butthole still hurts from what you
did to it last night." Mike began laughing uproariously again.
"My butthole still hurts! There's NO FUCKING WAY she sent you
that text, man! You sent it to YOURSELF, and you're trying to
convince yourself it was Lexi instead! You're living a LIE!"

"I did not send it to myself!" I exclaimed in response.

* * *

The mood around the dinner table was downtrodden as the
reality of what Alexa had just told me settled in. Dinnertime
in our family household was usually peppy and cheerful, as I
would listen to Alexa and Merissa explain what extreme havoc
and chaos our two toddler children, Cooper and Madison, had
wreaked together throughout the day. But not tonight.

"So, Lexi. Are you going to find another job?"

Merissa put her hand on Alexa's thigh and squeezed. I was
still reeling from the shocking news that Alexa had walked out
on - she quit - her physical fitness trainer gig at the health
club earlier today. She had been employed there for six years
and had worked extremely hard to receive her CPR/AED
certification that qualified her to become a physical fitness
instructor. Alexa seemed quite happy there, too, as her usual,
standard shift - 5:00am to 1:00pm - was perfect for us, our
relationship, our home life. She always got home early in the
afternoon and could help Merissa with the kids, look after her.
When I got home from work, Alexa was always here waiting for me.

"I will," Alexa answered my question, patting her mouth with
a napkin. My wife lowered her eyes, and I found myself worried
that she had barely touched her pasta dish. I knew all too
well about her near-fatal struggle with anorexia in the past
and how she absolutely refused to eat food whenever she felt
worry or traumatic stress. "I was going to quit there anyway."

I looked at her strangely. "You weren't going to quit until
you became pregnant again." Alexa was NOT pregnant, trust me.

"Lexi, eat your food." As usual, Merissa and I were on the
same wavelength. Both of us were perpetually fearful that our
bride could fall into a relapse at any given moment. Merissa
pointed at Alexa's dinner plate. "Eat. Your. Food."

"I will," Alexa half-promised, shaking her head. "But I'm
not going to let my boss disrespect me the way he did today.
I go into his office and tell him that I would like to take two
weeks off, starting next week, for a personal matter." Alexa
was hell-bent on staying home and being the one to look after
and care for Merissa 24 hours per day once the baby was born.
Alexa wanted me to return to work and my practice as soon as
possible once Asher was born because I had missed so much
time already after my father's passing. She was fearful that
I may start to lose patients. Thus, her idea was that she
would help Merissa with the baby while I continued to work.

"Bryan says no, he cannot allow me to do that. He cannot
give me two weeks off. I tell him how important it is to me.
I remind him of all the overtime hours I have put in lately,
coming in on my day off, and how I have never refused anything
he asked me to do on the job. I am his best employee. Bryan
then tells me that I am acting like a whiny, little bitch, and
I need to go back out and do my job on the exercise floor.
He tells me quote, get your ass out of my office, end quote."

"He actually called her a whiny, little bitch," Merissa
said to me, wanting to emphasize the point. She dropped her
hand beneath the table and took my hand in her own. I then
realized that Merissa was holding Alexa's hand, too. It was
moments like this when it was important to stay united as a
family, and for me to let my wives know that I had their backs.

"Jeremy," Alexa pleaded.

I cut her off with a firm shake of my head. "I'm not mad
at you, honey. My God, you're my wife, and I love you. I
just wish you went about this a little differently. Storming
out on your job the way you did was not the answer. You've
put too much time in, worked too hard. Bryan is not the
end-all, be-all there. He's the manager of a single health
club that is part of a nationwide chain. He has a boss, too.
You should have called the district manager in Kansas City,
and told him about the things Bryan said to you. About you
being a whiny, little bitch. That is uncalled for, very
unprofessional, and Bryan can and should be fired for that."

"I don't want to be the reason anyone loses their job..."

"Lexi," Merissa whispered a harsh warning. "After what
Bryan said to you?" Merissa's eyes narrowed. "Really?"

"I was going to quit there anyway whenever I become
pregnant for the second time, which is hopefully soon,"
Alexa said. "Merissa, remember that I finally earned my
Bachelor's Degree in biology last year at Kansas. I want
to eventually became a physical therapist. That's what I
have always wanted. I need to get the ball rolling on that,
and enroll in a DPT program - Doctor of Physical Therapy -
and start studying. I can do it online. In the meantime, I
can find a job as a physical therapy assistant and receive
valuable on-the-job training and experience."

"So this morning," I said to her, "you left the house as
a happy and content fitness instructor at a gym, and now
later on during dinner you're going to become an assistant
physical therapist." I shook my head. "Doesn't add up. I
wish you put a little more thought into this, Lexi, instead
of acting rash and storming out on your job on a moment's whim.
This is so unlike you. You should have called the district
manager and reported Bryan for what he said to you."

"I think you should still call him," Merissa insisted.

Alexa's nostrils flared as jagged spears literally shot
from her eyes to mine. "I THOUGHT you would be a little more
understanding about this, Jeremy! My own boss called me a
BITCH! Does that not bother you? Not effect you? Seriously?"

"I want to rip his head off and beat the snot out of him
for disrespecting you," was my honest answer. "But I can't.
You know that, Lexi, and so do I. But I'm more worried about
the other side of this. You CANNOT just walk out on your job
like that. You had lots of friends, good people, that you
worked with. There were better, other alternatives."

"Now you have a massive X on your employment record,"
Merissa pouted. "Any potential employer you have in the future
who calls the health club during the interview process, maybe
looking for a reference, will now be told not to hire you. You
walked out on your job without giving the proper notice."

Alexa pushed her chair out from the table and angrily
tossed her napkin down. "I don't know what the hell is up
with the two of you, but Jesus Christ, I'm suddenly the bad
girl in all of this? The one who did everything wrong?"
Fortunately, Cooper and Madison were already down and out
for the night. They did not need to hear this.

I watched Alexa storm out of the dining room and flop onto
the sofa in the adjacent living room, sending the two magazines
which had been there to the floor.

"Lexi, come back and eat your food," Merissa begged, slowly
standing up and then struggling to make her way over to her.
Alexa's face was red and her eyes were glassy. The way she
slouched on the couch in her spandex leggings and wrinkled top,
she looked like a sullen teen-ager wronged by the quarterback.

"I've had a really terrible day and you two are just making
it worse. Especially you, Jeremy!" Alexa covered her face and
actually screamed into her palms.

By the time I stood up and made my way into the living room,
Alexa's head rested on Merissa's shoulder, her hands clasped
together beneath her chin as she nestled within Merissa's arms
like a frightened child. These two ladies were so much more
than best friends, lovers even. Their bond ran so incredibly
deep. Alexa was suddenly crying and it made me stop for a
brief second, contemplating my place in the intimate scene.
Their personal connection was off the charts.

"Lexi," I said softly.

The 25-year-old turned her face away from Merissa, and I felt
a lump form within my chest. The rattle of her lungs as she
gently wept and sobbed rocked me down to my very core. Merissa
rested her cheek against Alexa's back and wrapped both arms
around her. Perhaps I should put myself in Alexa's shoes, and
look at this from her perspective. She was disrespected by her
boss at work today - humiliated even - and that was all that
really mattered. Had my years of being a doctor hardened me
to the point where I only saw right and wrong?

It was wrong of Bryan to say that to Alexa, of course, but
it was also wrong for Alexa not to report it to the club's
upper management. What if Bryan treated the next employee who
asked for a favor the same way? Or worse? Yet Alexa was my
wife, and I needed to have her back. Still, I wished she had
gone about all of this differently. It was wrong of her to
walk out on her job where she had worked so hard for six years
simply because of an overaggressive, foul-mouthed boss.

One little touch from me unleashed a ripple of pain and
sadness that Alexa probably did not even know existed within
her. Merissa held onto her lovingly from behind as Alexa
released quick gasps of breath as the raw emotions gathered
together and formed a rush of obvious heartache within her.

Alexa loved her job. She loved going to the gym six days a
week and actually getting paid to be around weights and
_Nautilus_ machines. Alexa truly believed that a decade ago,
physical fitness saved her life. It gave her a purpose as a
confused and lost teen-ager, and a healthy way to gain and
maintain weight after battling anorexia for so many years.

Alexa again clung to Merissa like a lifeline while she
cried, her tears falling relentlessly. Perhaps it took this
long for Alexa to finally realize that she had made a mistake
earlier today, and should have handled the situation a little
differently. Acting rash and sudden was so unlike Alexa.

"It's okay," Merissa soothed her, stroking the back of her
hair. "You'll be okay. We will be okay." I watched Alexa
exhale, trying to release some of the tension from within her.

"I loved my job!" she sobbed.

"I know. I know, baby. It's okay."

"Even after getting my degree, I put off physical therapy
because I wanted to be a fitness instructor for as long as I
could!" Alexa squeezed Merissa even tighter as she inhaled
and exhaled quite deeply again. "How could Bryan treat me
that way? Talk to me that way? I worked so hard for him..."

"I agree, Lexi. Just let it out. Let it out." Watching
my beloved Alexa go through a mini breakdown convoluted my
thoughts and stole my resolve to be strong for her. Truth
be told, the more I thought about it, the more furious I became.
My wife was feeling this way because of someone else, another
man. I wanted to go to that health club and tear Bryan limb
from limb for the way he had spoken to her.

Alexa pulled her hands away from Merissa and used her
forearms to swipe vehemently at her tears. She squared her
shoulders and grit her teeth, seething in such a way that I
had not seen very often from her throughout the years.
Desire to protect my woman's heart and pride was written in
my own clenched jaw.

I had no idea what Alexa was intent on doing, but I knew
her well enough that if Alexa wanted to take down the entire
health club, she could do it with very few words, perfectly
timed, with expert inflection. It was not below her to march
right into that health club tomorrow and verbally destroy
Bryan in front of his employees and customers. It was very
difficult to believe that within that tender, 5-foot-1 frame
of Alexa's, there was a fierce monster with a bad attitude
when properly provoked. Sly, sassy and sporting a whole lot
of attitude, it was not wise to get on Alexa's bad side.

"Settle down, baby, and go back to the dinner table and
eat your food," Merissa pleaded with her. "I know that you
are upset, but you have to eat. Please do it for me."

Alexa turned and focused her steely gaze upon me as her
emotional fit subsided. "Look, Jeremy. I love you to
pieces, but sometimes you pick things to death and you want
to try and fix everything. It's the doctor in you. It's
who you are, I know it, and I love that about you. But
there are times when I just want you to listen to me and
understand, not necessarily fix whatever is broken, or pass
judgment if I'm wrong." She made a fist and smacked her own
thigh with it. "I know I made a mistake today. I shouldn't
have walked out. But I did, and there is no going back now."

"I'm more than happy to listen to whatever you want to say
to me, Lexi," I told her. "I support you no matter what."

Alexa broke into a gentle, soft smile. "Of course you do,
Dr. Fix-It. But sometimes you lecture me along the way."

"Sometimes you need it, Lexi," Merissa informed her.
"You're one of a kind. You are smart, funny, and oftentimes
too stubborn for your own good, but there is not a more
loving, intelligent and faithful woman on God's green Earth
than you. I mean that sincerely. Everyone knows that you're
a wonderful mother. But you test us at every turn. You did
the same thing to your parents when you were growing up."

Alexa's eyes grew wide. "Merissa!"

She held up her hand. "Please, let me finish. You test
Jeremy and I because you know we love you, and because you
want to be certain that we will always be here for you."

Alexa stood from the sofa and tossed a sarcastic smile in
her wife's direction. "You make me sound like a drama queen."

"That's because you ARE a drama queen," Merissa retorted.
"You just had to make a grand exit in style from work today."

Alexa's expression relented. "The truth is, by testing
everyone I've ever known in my life, I've found the one man
and one woman I know will never let me down." She hesitated
for a brief moment, then smiled and ended, "You two."

Merissa shot her a flirty grin. It was not easy, but
Merissa and I were often the calm to Alexa's dramatic storms.
"Awwwww, that's so sweet of you to say." But then she looked
up at Alexa with a serious glare. "Now, if you don't want to
eat, you and I can go up to the bedroom right now and I will
spend the next 15 minutes spanking your backside until your
little ass is redder than those strawberries on the table."

"Whoa," Alexa responded, taken aback.

"I'm not going to allow you to starve yourself because you
had a troublesome day," Merissa warned her. "I don't care
that I'm nine months pregnant. The spanking I give you will
be a millions times worse than the little love taps Jeremy
gave you last night before he did you in the ass."

I watched Alexa's face flush a bright red. She hadn't
blushed this much, in fact, since the day I officially
asked her to marry me some seven years ago. "Oooooh, I may
have to take you up on that, Merissa. What you are trying
to threaten me with is not necessarily a bad thing. Give me
a harsh spanking?" She bit her lip and smiled shyly. "I like
the sound of that." Merissa clearly made Alexa feel beautiful
and sexy with those prior words, a little shy, and incredibly
desirous. Naughty. Merissa definitely made her feel naughty.
Such a threat, even if veiled, was out of character for her.

Merissa stood and touched Alexa's cheek, and she closed
her eyes. The threat was not real, but the thought behind
it was sincere. "If you do nothing else the entire night but
eat Lexi, I don't care. You cannot miss any meals. Please.
Go back to the dinner table and finish your plate."

"Okay," Alexa finally relented, smiling sweetly.

* * *

"Look who is awake," Merissa spoke weakly, as my eyelids
slowly opened and I drifted out of a deep, relaxing slumber.
Across from the bed in the big rocking chair, Merissa had her
blue robe on and did not appear to be in the best of shape
right now. She had bags under her eyes and looked physically
ill. A quick check of my surroundings told me that Alexa was
still in bed with me, sleeping away.

"It is four o'clock in the morning," Merissa whispered to
me, presumably not wanting to wake our wife. Yet Alexa was
routinely up an hour ago every morning, at 3:00am sharp, in
order to get ready for work. Now, Alexa could sleep in as
often and as long as she wanted.

"Jeremy, I don't think I ever fell asleep last night. I
don't think I fell asleep, and I am WIDE AWAKE at four
o'clock, and I am STARVING. So, I am going to eat, and I am
going to let Lexi and the kids sleep until they wake up
around six or seven, then I am going to try and take a nap
of my own. I have no idea when Lexi will be up."

"What's wrong?" I asked, sitting up.

"I was up all night long, tossing and turning... my stomach
was THROBBING, my back was throbbing, my throat hurt. My nose
is stuffy... it was a very rough night."

I sighed gently, frustrated and upset, and slowly got out of
bed. Likewise, I did not want to wake or rouse Alexa, either.
I made my way over to Merissa and embraced her from the side.
"It will be over soon, honey. You'll feel better soon enough,
I promise. You should have woke me up earlier."

Merissa was crying, albeit softly. "I didn't want to! I
know how stressed and worried you were last night about Lexi
quitting her job. You're still dealing with the loss of your
father and you haven't gotten much sleep lately yourself, as
is. And I wake you up enough every night with my mommy drama."

I pulled back and stared into her eyes. "You should have woke
me up again regardless. I don't want my pregnant wife suffering
through the night while I am asleep, without a care in the world."

"I feel terrible," Merissa told me, but with a faint laugh.
She was trying to keep her spirits up. "I just feel terrible."
I put my hand on the back of her neck and gently massaged it.

I had to be really careful here. My heart ached for Merissa
as she struggled with her health and well being, but with those
wild, unpredictable hormones, I knew that whatever I suggested,
Merissa could either find fault or take it the wrong way. The
last thing I wanted to do was upset her.

"I'm taking you back to bed," I informed Merissa, "and you
are going to lay down and relax, try and get some sleep."
Merissa shook her head at me, but I insisted, "No, honey,
listen to me. Listen. I'll even bring you some breakfast in
bed so you won't be so hungry. How about a bacon and egg
grilled cheese sandwich? You'd like that."

Merissa pouted. "You'll probably burn it again..."

"No," I promised, chuckling. "No, I won't burn it. I
want you to go back to bed and lay down with Lexi. I'll fix
a really, super quick breakfast for you, then I'll bring it
to you in bed. Eat a little, and get some sleep. I'll even
make sure that Lexi sees to it, after I go to work, that
neither of the kids disturb you until you wake up on your
own. Listen to me, please?"

Merissa sighed. "Okay."

I did not realize just how bad Merissa felt until I helped
her out of the rocking chair and literally had to carry her
the few feet over to our bed. She had no energy whatsoever.
I retrieved her pregnancy body pillow from the floor and then
helped position her in it comfortably, and settled her in.

I hurried off toward the kitchen and prepared a quick
breakfast sandwich and got a bottle of _Gatorade_ from the
refrigerator (Merissa's drink of choice for the time being),
then promptly went back to the bedroom and found my poor
wife shivering on her side. But my other wife was awake as
well now, and Alexa had a worried, concerned look on her face
as she sat beside Merissa and massaged her arm and shoulder.

"Baby, why didn't you wake us up earlier?" Alexa whined.

"How are you doing?" I asked Merissa, reaching out and
nudging her hip. I placed a warm blanket up to her shoulders,
even though it was supposed to be quite humid and muggy
outside later today. But, she appeared to be freezing.

"I thought about getting up and maybe taking a shower,
but then I was like, nope, I'm not," Merissa responded, her
eyes closed. She took a sip of _Gatorade_, but did not seem
too interested in the breakfast sandwich.

"You just stay in bed and relax," Alexa soothed her. "Get
some sleep." She put her hand on the side of Merissa's face
and caressed her cheek with a tender thumb. "I love you."

Merissa eyes struggled to open. "I hate being sick. My head
hurts so much." She barely managed to add, "It's throbbing."

"Are you having contractions at all?" was my next question.
"Do we need to take you to the hospital? Call an ambulance?
Do you want me to check on you myself?"

"No," Merissa whispered, before slumping down even further
into the bed. "I'm just glad that your dad was... like he
slept last night." My dad? Huh? I had absolutely no idea
what that meant, as Merissa seemed quite loopy and overly
exhausted now. Did she even know what she had just said?

"I think we need to get you to the hospital."

"Nooooo..." Merissa cried at Alexa, balling up a fist and
pounding the bed with it. "I... I'll be... fine... all fine."

And then, just like that, Merissa drifted off to sleep.

I stared at Merissa for a moment or two, contemplating
things. What was wrong with her? Just last night, less than
nine hours ago, Merissa seemed alert and quite engaged at the
dinner table. She stayed on an even keel for the most part,
it seemed, showing concern for Alexa, deep empathy, for what
transpired at the health club. Was it simply a case that
Merissa could not sleep, as she said, and was now feeling the
effects of it? Was that why she seemed so miserable right
now? Or was it something far more serious and troublesome?

And what about all those aches and pains she experienced
throughout the night? What brought them on?

Fact of the matter was, Merissa was in the final stage of
her pregnancy and could, in theory, give birth to Asher any
given day now. She was still nine days out from her due date,
but those were simply estimations, guesswork, and very rarely
proved to be correct. Would it be best to heed Alexa's word
and take Merissa to the hospital to have her checked out?
Should I take Merissa to my office and examine her myself
with the necessary monitoring equipment?

The medical professional in me told me no. I suggested to
Alexa that we lay off for now and simply allow our wife to
sleep. She had a lot on her mind, obviously, and was under a
tremendous amount of pressure and stress knowing that our baby
was so close. If Merissa did not want to go to the hospital, I
told Alexa, we should not force her to unless it was absolutely
necessary. Even trying to do so may upset her, I theorized,
and trigger a reaction from Merissa that was not favorable.

With Merissa still soundly sleeping at 6:30am and the two
kids awake and active throughout the house, I left them all in
Alexa's care and went off to work. My medical practice was 25
miles northwest of Lake Quivira, but the trip always went fast,
being mostly expressway driving. I was worried for Merissa
and felt for her, but at least Alexa was actually home for a
change today. She could keep an eye on the kids, hold them
in line, and simply allow Merissa to chill out and relax.

When I received word via text message at 12:30pm that
Merissa had finally woken up, I went into my office after
dealing with my most recent patient and immediately requested
a _FaceTime_ video chat connection via my _iPhone_ and hers.
The request was accepted, but instead of Merissa, I was met
with Alexa's shining, bliss-blue eyes and her wayward blonde
curls framing her face. She looked so incredibly pretty.

"Unexpected finding you here, my beautiful, needy wife,"
I grinned at her. "This is Merissa's number."

"Always just one push of a button away," Alexa teased. "It
is SOOOOO different being home instead of working. I miss you."

"How much?"

Alexa glanced behind her, then back into the camera phone.
"I cannot show you how much right now, but I think you can
conjure up an image or two in your mind."

"Hmmmmm. Yes, I think I can, of your naked body beneath..."

"Jeremy, hush!" Alexa whispered, shooting a look behind her
again. "The kids are closeby, playing in the dining room."
She gave me her best _scrunchy_ face. "You're such a pig."

"I know." I blew her a playful kiss.

"Talking with Mike yesterday and telling him about the
text I sent you, what we did together on Monday night..."

I chuckled at her. "The same way you talk to your good
friend - Sarah - and tell her all about me and Merissa..."

"That's different!" she screeched, then I saw a female hand
cover the spaghetti strap that rode Alexa's bare shoulder. The
image on my smartphone bounced about wildly, but soon I had my
biggest smile of all as Merissa came into clear focus. She was
stretched out on the adjustable sofa in the living room back
home looking better than earlier this morning, yet still ragged.
Merissa was nursing a big bowl of chicken noodle soup.

"Well good morning, sleepy-head!" I said in a teasing voice,
wanting to be upbeat. Merissa made a face and leered at me as
I added, "I heard you finally woke up. How are you feeling?"

"Umm." Merissa stifled a laugh and glanced at the bowl atop
her chest, just under her neck, then shook her head at me.

"Well, you certainly look cute in your baby momma pajamas,"
I complimented her. "You feeling any better? How's the soup?"

"I'm cold. I'm hot." She gave me a thumbs-up. "Soup is
great. I love chicken noodle soup. Lexi made it for me."

"Good, I'm glad you like the soup. Keep eating it, honey."

"My head... I don't, I mean... I want to shave my hair
off," Merissa frowned. "My hair even hurts." She brought a
hand to her face. "I have such a headache right now."

"It's got to be pretty bad when your hair hurts." I
watched as Alexa plopped right down next to Merissa on the
sofa and offered her a tender kiss on the cheek. "So," I
then said with positive vibes, "what are you and I going to
do tonight when I get home? Watch a movie? Go back to bed and
cuddle? How about a bubble bath, and I give you a massage?"

She pouted. "I'll probably be in bed already, sleeping, by
the time you get home tonight."

"You're my wife, you're pregnant, and you're ready to POP,"
I commented gently. "Whatever I can do between now and the
time Asher is born to make you feel more comfortable, I will."
Merissa wiped away an emotional tear as I added, "Just ask."

"Oh, Jeremy..."

"You want me to bring you home anything from the store?"

"Pickles. I want pickles." Her number one craving...

"Our refrigerator is loaded with pickles right now."

Merissa pouted. It was adorable. "I want more."

I smiled at her. "I'm going to miss seeing you pregnant.
I know you haven't felt very beautiful a lot as of late,
sweetheart, but you've rocked my world every time I have
even glanced at you." I smiled at her again. "As your nose
has gotten bigger and your walk has turned into a waddle..."

That elicited a laugh from her. "Gee, Jeremy. Thanks."

"In the end, everything you have been through these past
nine months - and even before that - it will all be worth it,"
I encouraged Merissa. "I know it's rough, but I also know that
you've been doing your best." I hesitated, but then smiled
and added, "Just wait until Asher's little eyes are looking up
at you, Merissa. Those eyes will think that you are a superhero.
Those little hands that will reach out to touch you; they will
think you are the strongest woman alive. That you can conquer
the world. And the happy smile on Asher's face when he looks
up at you? He'll want nothing more than to be with you, around
you, simply because you are his mommy. His everything."

"You. Are. Amazing." I stressed those words, and did my
best to make them sound impactful. Apparently I succeeded,
because Merissa was gently sobbing as she nurtured her soup bowl.

"That was really sweet," Alexa told me, sniffling as well.
There was a moment of silence, and her eyes stayed locked on me.
"You are so good to us, Jeremy. As good as the day is long."

"Are you back to being 15 again, Lexi?"

"Huh?"

Merissa panned the smartphone back so I could now clearly
see both her and Alexa on the screen. "You're looking at
Jeremy like he's a _Chippendale's_ dancer and you're made of
one dollar bills. Can't he say something sweet without you
turning all lusty?" Merissa crinkled her nose, as if the mere
thought was somehow beneath her. "God, get a room already."

"You look at Jeremy like that sometimes, too."

Merissa shrugged. "I guess. But once we all got married
and had kids, I look for more deeper, more meaningful stuff."

Alexa laughed. "Oh... come on, admit it. There's nothing
wrong with it. You lust after Jeremy just like I do."

Hmmmmm, this sounded like an intriguing discussion. Best to
stay quiet and simply listen to what these two said about me.

Merissa shrugged her shoulders again. "I suppose you're
onto something. I was looking at you earlier, Lexi, and
thinking that maybe you should apply at _Bazooka's Showgirls_
in Kansas City. You know, get a job there." What? The strip
club? "I bet being a former gymnast, and the tight, little
exercise girl you are nowadays, you and a stripper's pole could
create some real magic together." Merissa chuckled softly and
ended, "It's something I would definitely pay to see."

Alexa pulled away in mock disgust, but laughed anyway.
"Merissa! The kids may hear you."

"They're off in never-never land, playing with their cars
and blocks." She shook her head. "So not going to hear us."

"Me as a stripper, huh?" Alexa gave Merissa one of her
patented, one-of-a-kind faces. She screwed up her expression in
protest. "Maybe we should spice it up, the three of us, before
that baby comes out of you. Role play. Get some new toys. Do
all the raunchy things I read about in _Fifty Shades of Grey_,
and all the crazy things the porn girls do in the movies."

"You still watch those?"

Alexa grinned. "Sometimes. But only on your computer."

Merissa backed away. "My computer? You're sick."

"I'm liberated. I own my sexuality."

"Whatever."

"All I know is that Jeremy here chose you and I to be his
wives. Jeremy may not believe it, but he could have all sorts
of other women pawing at him all the time if he really wanted,
but he chose you, Merissa. He chose us. He loves you. He
desires you - and God only knows he's always flirting with you,
touching you, kissing you. You want to talk about getting a
room? Jeremy oozes sensuality. And so do you. Get a room."

"I do not!" Merissa laughed. "Especially not now."

"Look at you!" Alexa wanted to make a show, so she dug her
fingers under Merissa's mass of brown curls and clenched heavy
fistfuls of her hair, then pulled. "Your hair is so perfect!
It's so thick and full since you became pregnant." Her voice
then became highly exaggerated. "Oh baby, yes, more hair!"
Alexa released Merissa's hair and nudged behind her on the sofa.
"Look at that ass. And those breasts! Perfect. Those suckers
have swelled up to twice their normal size." In full teasing
mode, Alexa's voice changed again. "Oh yes, baby, more, more,
touch me, take me, you're a living, breathing sex doll. Jeremy
has a raging erection whenever you're anywhere near him!"

Merissa shook out of her wife's grasp. Perhaps embarrassed
to admit that those raunchy ideas actually turned her on.

Alexa laughed. "Really, Merissa? You're the one who brought
all this up by saying I looked at Jeremy like a _Chippendale's_
dancer. Then you tell me to get a job as a stripper, of all
things. That will NEVER happen! You can dish out the heat,
but you cannot take it, huh?"

"Please shut up. I was only joking."

Alexa laughed again.

"Listen, ladies," I announced to them. "I could sit here in
my office for the rest of the day and simply watch and listen to
the two of you ramble on and on, endlessly, about whatever topic.
I love it. But I have my patients, and I have to get back to
work. Get Cooper and Madi for me so I can see them real quick
and say hello before the video call is over? Please?"

"Of course," Alexa nodded, as Merissa lovingly kissed her
cheek and sipped another spoonful of her chicken noodle soup.
"Cooper, Madi, come here into the living room. Daddy is on
the video phone and wants to say hi to you."

* * *

I smiled as I floored the gas pedal of the ATV four-wheel,
off-road vehicle, and really tried to concentrate. But that
was difficult as I watched Alexa's jeans stretch tight over
her perfect, little ass as she leaned into a turn on the
narrow trail ahead of me, maneuvering her own mud machine
like a seasoned professional. I had to focus, as my pride
simply would not allow me to lose to Miss America. Alexa and
I were having too much fun racing in the backwoods of Hudson's
property (my oldest brother), his large and sprawling farm,
several days later on the weekend in Pleasant Grove.

I pushed hard on the throttle. I had to catch up to Alexa!
My wife would never let me hear the end of it if she won.

This day proved to be another revelation about Alexa. I
expected her to be hesitant and unsure on the ATV since she
had never ridden one before. But after a few moments of
instruction and tutoring, Alexa challenged me to a race and
promptly took off on the dirt road that led from Hudson's
home to the nearby forest service trail as if she had spent
her entire life doing so.

The 25-year-old looked back over her shoulder at me with
a taunting glare, blonde hair escaping its ponytail under
the helmet to whirl around her neck. I felt competitive fire
as I followed her, the powerful ATV humming and vibrating
beneath me, but also happiness. Life was too damn good.

It wound up that Merissa had a 24 hour flu bug of some
kind, but was completely over it three days later here on
the weekend. Hudson invited our little family to his home
in Pleasant Grove, the farming community where I grew up,
and asked us to spend the day on Saturday. It turned out
to be a family reunion of sorts, a mini one, as my sister
(Janae) and her husband (Tom) dropped by, as did my mother.
It was good to see Mom again, just like our initial visit with
her a mere one week ago. Even better, Cooper and Madison
were open and receptive toward Mom from the very beginning.
Everyone was up at the house now as Alexa and I played.

As a youngster, and in my early adult years, I spent a
lot of time off-roading on ATV vehicles - first at my parents'
property, and later Hudson's farm - here in Pleasant Grove.
It was taking me a little while longer to find my groove than
expected as Alexa, somehow, increased her lead on me in the
race. But I knew the terrain here quite well, and had a trick
or two up my sleeve to thwart her victory plans.

A surge of power coursed through me as I took a sharp left
turn onto a small trail invisible to anyone who did not know
the property as well as I did. I sped along loose rocks and
exposed roots. Sycamore and Scarlet Oak trees, among various
other types, stood tall and majestic on either side of the
trail, the smell of the forest thick and warm on this
beautiful afternoon. I had flashbacks to my childhood racing
with Hudson and my other brother (Carl), as well as Dad.

I made another turn and the forest cleared. I went
through the low country meadow, which was bathed in sunlight.
Now on the opposite side of Hudson's house from where we
originally started, I slowed the ATV in the middle of the
open field, which was our makeshift finish line, and waited.

A moment later, Alexa's four-wheeler came into view. She
stood up from her seat as she approached, clearly shocked.
Skidding to a stop just beside me, Alexa cut the engine and
sank back onto the machine, gasping for breath as she ripped
her protective helmet off and tossed it to the ground. "How
in the world did you beat me?" she asked, laughing.

"Secret shortcut," was my simple answer.

"Nice work." Alexa offered a small nod as she climbed off
the machine. "You did good." I was surprised. Alexa was just
as competitive as I was, and rarely showed good sportsmanship
whenever the two of us were involved. Even if it was just
playful, where was the pouting, the fuss? "But you cheated."

Ahhhhh, there's my girl!

Alexa busied herself removing a knapsack from the rack of
her ATV. "I've got snacks and drinks here," she called out
over her shoulder. "You want some, baby?"

Instead I spun Alexa around to look at me and lifted her
sunglasses high onto her head. Her eyelids fluttered shut as
I traced her thick lashes with a fingertip. "You went light
on the mascara today. You look so natural, so pretty."

Alexa playfully batted at my hand. "You always have been
a sucker for my _plain Jane_ look."

"There is nothing plain about you, my little Miss America."
My voice was warm and soft, and definitely had an effect on
Alexa. She swayed and giggled just a little. "Besides which,
you tempt me each and every time I lay eyes on you. Now, you
haven't seemed yourself today. Tell me what's going on."

"Nothing," she responded, an obvious lie. "I'm just
feeling a little light-headed. I'm sure food will help."

But I already knew the answer. "This is why I wanted us
to come out to the countryside today." I dropped my arms
and spread my hands out wide. "These woodlands, this forest,
it changes people. Inspires them. That, and family. This
is a nice distraction from the news we received yesterday
when Merissa went in for her latest prenatal check-up." I
paused, then smiled. "Trust me, Lexi. Merissa and the baby
will be fine. I'm a doctor; I know what I'm talking about."

"I get it already," she answered automatically.

"Do you? You have been on pins and needles since the
decision was made by Merissa's obstetrician to have labor
induced this coming Monday, just two days from now. The
baby is already full-term. This is quite common, routine
even, given her current medical condition."

"I don't like the baby not being born naturally," Alexa
pouted. "I prefer nature to take its course."

"Whenever you get pregnant and give birth again, in the
future, I can all but guarantee you, Lexi, that you will be
medically induced and your baby will be delivered via
C-section." Her frown intensified as I added, "It will be
the only option, since you had so many complications while
giving birth to Cooper. You do not want a repeat of that.
You'll be at risk if you don't."

"I knew about the C-section," she quietly sulked. "But
you never told me I'd have to be induced, too."

"There's nothing wrong, nothing bad, about it."

Our latest obstacle at the moment, as a family, was that
Merissa was diagnosed with _Group B streptococcus_ (GBS)
during her prenatal appointment yesterday at the doctor's
office. GBS is a type of bacterial infection that can be
found in a pregnant woman's vagina, and is present in about
25 percent of all healthy, adult women.

GBS can cause bladder and uterine infections for a new
mother. In the most rare but serious cases, it can cause
meningitis, sepsis, pneumonia or stillbirth for a newborn.
Those chances are very remote, however, and made even less
by the mother being treated with intravenous antibiotics
during the labor and delivery process. Generally, there are
zero issues when the mother is given the proper medication.

Risk would always be there since it was an infection that
could be passed from mother to infant during delivery, but
the biggest worry right now for us would be if Merissa's
water was to break prematurely. She would have to be rushed
to the hospital immediately, and they would induce birth
quickly to minimize the risk. There was no way to repair the
amniotic sac, which held and nurtured the baby within the womb.
If it became ruptured, or even had a tiny leak, the risk of
GBS being passed onto the exposed fetus was greatly increased.

Thus, the sole reason Merissa's obstetrician suggested that
she be induced on Monday at Kansas University Medical Center.
The hospital personnel could hook her up to a constant stream
of antibiotics well beforehand, gently break her water (the
amniotic sac) themselves and begin the labor process. It may
not be the most natural way, but it was definitely the safest
considering the current situation, the circumstances.

"So," Alexa said, still frowning, "this _Group B_ thing? I
read that Asher could have breathing problems once born
because of it. Fever, extreme tiredness, even seizures."

"He's not going to have any issues," I told her firmly.
"Don't you trust me, Lexi? The intravenous medication
Merissa will be given will all but negate any chance of there
being any complications with Asher due to the GBS. Please,
trust me. This is a very, very common ailment, and the
hospital knows how to handle it. Everything will be fine."

"I do trust you and your word, Jeremy." Her hand lifted
to mine, her fingers massaging my palm. "But I'm still going
to worry until Merissa and Asher are 100 percent in the clear.
It's just the way I am. You know that."

I brought her fingers to my mouth and rubbed my lips across
her knuckles. Butterflies then fluttered along my spine as I
murmured in response, "I do. That's why you're a good wife."

Alexa and I returned to the house an hour later and cleaned
up. The afternoon had been perfect, relaxed and easy, as
Merissa earlier insisted that Alexa and I go out onto the farm
and do something fun. Thus, the ATV adventure. Merissa stayed
here at the house with the kids and the rest of my family, most
importantly better acquainting herself with my mother.

Merissa seemed to be at peace, which was excellent. She was
cool, calm and collected, not moody or hyper at all. There was
finally a light at the end of the tunnel for her - Monday, most
likely - and she was not too concerned with the idea of being
GBS positive and having labor induced early. Not with the
obstetrician, as well as yours truly, telling her that this was
a common and very treatable condition. She was so happy that
her pregnancy was about to end.

With my mother having fun - sharing embarrassing stories
from my childhood with an enthralled Alexa - I snuck away
from the family room for a moment and went into the kitchen. I
bent forward at the refrigerator, snatching a couple of apples.
Perhaps I could convince Cooper and Madison into splitting one?
I gathered a few extra in case the others wanted some.

"I heard that ride was killer today."

At the sound of the voice, I jumped, banging my head on the
top of the refrigerator. "Geez, Merissa." I rubbed my skull and
glared back at her. "You have to sneak up on me like that?"

"Sorry," she countered, frowning momentarily. "But that was
cool today, what you did. Judging from what Lexi told me, I
never knew off-roading could be such fun. We will have to take
the kids off-roading in the future, Jeremy, when they become a
little older. That will be a blast for them."

"Yep." I closed the refrigerator and had three fresh apples
in hand. "I'm glad Lexi doesn't drive a car the way she drove
that ATV today. She had the world's biggest lead foot today."

"I've had a lot of fun myself, talking with your mom and
Janae today. Hudson played with Cooper and Madi, kept them
busy, while you and Lexi were off having your own fun. It
turns out that your mom and I have a lot more in common than..."

When I placed my hand on Merissa's wrist, it put an end to
her words. "You look beautiful today," I offered, rubbing my
thumb across her knuckles. "So vibrant."

"Oh," was all she could manage.

"I'm so proud of you." Next, however, I turned playful.
"News that you're being induced on Monday - your pregnancy
will finally be over - has seemed to mellow you out the past
24 hours. Are the hormones sleeping? What happened to the
attitude you've had for the past month or so? You've been
wound like a top as of late."

Merissa opened her mouth wide and laughed, then slapped
my shoulder. "I have not."

"Oh, but you have," I chided her. "Just two more days,
sweetheart. Two more days I get to admire you and all your
pregnant glory. I say we stop at the lingerie store you and
Lexi like so much on the way home, on Massachusetts Street
up in Lawrence, and you model something for us tonight."

Merissa coughed and sputtered at my brazen words. "We're
NOT stopping at _Flirt Boutique_, and I will be doing NO
modeling for either you or Lexi tonight. I'm big as a cow!"

"A sexy cow."

"JEREMY! You cannot say that here. This is your brother's
house, his kitchen. What happens if someone hears us?"

I winked at her. "That's more like it. I like you all
full of spunk and attitude. It's HOT."

* * *

Merissa's wispy skirt fluttered and surrounded her hips as
she sat comfortably upon the carpeted floor in our bedroom
sometime later that evening. Large pink roses with muted
green leaves looked as if they had been thrown onto the thin,
flimsy, white material haphazardly. A hint of pure lace lined
the edges. I looked down at Merissa and groaned with wanderlust.
Spools of luscious, russet brown hair plunged around her
photogenic face and hid a swan-like neck, elegant and smooth.
Her languid eyelashes of velvet-black blinked slowly, as if to
beckon me even further into the glorious web she was spinning.

"Oh God, Merissa," I moaned. "That feels so good..."

Merissa took my fully erect cock out of her heavenly mouth
for a brief moment and nuzzled her cheek against it as her
long, supple fingers danced up and down my legs. Then she
descended upon its length again, sucking gently, glaring up
at my face with those puppy-dog eyes of hers. One hand
rested on my hip and the other cupped my testicles as her
swirling tongue teased and prodded at my thriving erection.

"You're so good at this," I complimented her, my own fingers
running through her silky brunette locks.

"Oh God," I repeated as Merissa now bobbed her head on my
cock. I grunted as my member pierced its way into her soft,
slick throat, and soon my hips involuntarily thrust into her
face. "You're so good to me, honey." I dug my hands into
the edge of the bed as I sat on it, and held on tight.

The 25-year-old smiled with her lips just barely covering
the tip of my hard cock. She slithered her tongue over and
across the ultra sensitive area for a split-second, but then
dove back down. Merissa tugged on my testicles with her right
hand and even used her left to make a cup underneath her chin,
presumably to keep any messy drool from staining her clothing.

I loved how Merissa, and truly Alexa as well, could make
the transition from prim and proper bride, unequaled caregiver
for our children, to wanton and very needy sex goddess in the
bedroom. The transition was often seamless. Just a few hours
ago, Merissa - with her reading glasses on and hair pinned up,
wearing a very conservative maternity dress, sat with my family,
talking and integrating herself even more into their good
graces. She was the picture of sweet, innocent perfection,
being as genuinely nice and friendly as anyone could possibly
be. Merissa was actually the center of attention earlier,
conversing with everyone, leaving her mark on my family.

And now, later that same evening, Merissa had since changed
into a flouncy, floral-print skirt, and a tight, curve-hugging
tank-top. She looked like Sweet and Sexy had collided at the
corner of Hot Temptation. Alexa and I were able to convince
Merissa to buy something fresh and exciting at the lingerie
store on our way home. Best of all, my beloved wife had been
gagging upon my erection for the past 30 minutes.

That amazing tongue serenaded my cock as she again drew it
back within the depths of her throat. Merissa had always been
very eager to please not only me, but also Alexa when it came
to oral sex. Really, who could blame her for wanting to go
down on Alexa? Merissa was eager; very thorough at her wanton
craft. Merissa moaned onto my pulsing flesh as she fed
herself on my cock. She turned her face side to side several
times in succession, grinding my shaft as far into her throat
as she possibly could. Her nose tickled my pubic hair.

"I need your pussy, Merissa," I flat-out told her. She was
giving me one of her very long and detailed blowjobs, but did
not want me to cum. Merissa would not let me get that close,
even over a full half-hour. "This has been torture! I need
to fuck you, honey. I need to do it right now!" Even with
her GBS infection, there was no harm in us having sex, and
absolutely no risk toward the unborn baby at the moment.
After all, one out of every four women actually have the
infection within them, yet do not even realize it. And as
long as the amniotic sac stayed intact, our baby was safe.

Merissa giggled as she pulled back, my cock heavily wet and
lubricated with her saliva. She barely nudged my testicles
with the sharp edges of her fingernails. Merissa opened her
mouth and nodded up at me, her eyes shining with devotion and
compassion, as if she was finally going to grant my request.
But then, an instant later, my wife swallowed me whole again.

"Oh fuck, Merissa," I continued complimenting her, short of
breath. "Oh God, sweetheart. I love you so much."

Merissa made herself gag as her throat gripped my cock like
a tight, little fist. She batted her eyelashes and again
stared up at me, most of my length buried inside of her mouth
and throat, as spittle oozed from the corners of her lips.

Merissa slowly pulled back, withdrawing my shaft from her
mouth. Along the way, she turned and rolled her head in
every conceivable motion, her tongue lapping away wildly,
until her mouth eventually popped off.

She brought both hands to her lips and gathered the excess
spittle which had been created. Merissa was very careful not
to get it on any of her clothing, especially the pretty skirt.
She wiped her mouth with a forearm, then clamped both hands
around my rigid erection. She proceeded to jerk me fast with
her hands, using the spittle to her advantage, saying, "Fuck
me as hard and as fast as you want until you cum in my pussy."

Unable to take any more of this, I reached down and quickly
gathered Merissa's hands, pulling her off of the floor and to
her feet. Of course, I had to be extra gentle and cautious
with her being pregnant. I wrapped my arms around Merissa's
torso and positioned her on the edge of the massive bed that
we shared with our wife. Merissa immediately rolled onto her
side and found a comfortable position, her feet dangling off
the edge with her head on the soft mattress. She glanced over
her shoulder and offered a lustful sigh as I flipped the hem
of her skirt upward, over her hips. Her panties, which were
clearly wet after all of the teasing she had done to me thus
far tonight, were eased down and off without a thought.

I slipped my hard, aching erection into her sweet, velvety
pussy. Merissa continued to glance back over her shoulder at
me, her expression a strained grimace, full of need.

"Fuck me, Jeremy. Fucking fuck me! We won't be able to
do this for two months once the baby is born."

I ground my hands and fingers into either side of her ass
and began to gradually thrust away. Merissa rocked with me
in unison, meeting the thrusts of my hips with her own. Her
tight, wondrous pussy inhaled my cock as if it was a vacuum.

"Oh God, yes, Jeremy!" Merissa screamed and even pounded a
fist upon the mattress. "Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!"

I picked up the pace, just a little, and was truly giving
it to her now. Yet I still had to hold back, restrain myself,
for obvious reasons. I could feel myself bottoming out inside
of Merissa, against her cervix. I slid into her again and
again, the hot, lewd noises filling the air of the bedroom,
corrupting it. Just the way I liked it.

"You were made to be fucked by me!" I growled, nearly
losing my mind. "Say it, Merissa! Say it!"

"I was made to be fucked by you!" she submitted, gasping.
"I belong to you forever, Jeremy! Never stop fucking me!"

"I won't, I promise!"

Merissa's legs and arms trembled as I continued to plow into
her from the side. I was so extremely happy that she had agreed
earlier to have sex with Alexa and yours truly tonight. This
was going to be our final three-some before the baby was born
and, indeed, Merissa's body would probably require two whole
months of recovery before she was ready to have sex again.
Rest and recovery was an unfortunate byproduct of having a baby.
I wanted to make tonight special for all three of us. Merissa's
ass, such an inviting target with her sprawled out on her side,
even received a few tender slaps of appreciation and recognition.
My wife howled as I spanked her briefly, possessively.

"Give me your cum!" she begged between hard, ragged breaths.
"I need it right now! Give it to me!" The inner walls of her
pussy flexed, trying to milk the end reward out of me.

"You're going to wear my cum tonight!" I erupted at her.
"You're going to wear it and fall asleep with it all over you!"

"Yes, please!" Merissa screeched. "I want it so bad!"

I pumped my wife with several more thrusts before finally
pulling out. Then, still unsure of what I was going to do, I
spun Merissa onto her back and helped scoot her more toward the
center. I then climbed atop the huge mattress and straddled
her neck and shoulders, yet was facing away from her.

Then, in a moment of unrivaled heat, I glanced down at the
clingy tank-top that Merissa wore, and marveled at how her
oversized, hormone-fueled breasts were seemingly trying to
burst through the poor fabric. Indeed, they had swelled so
much, and were heavenly. Stroking my erection, I guided its
bulging tip to the neckline of the tank-top, in the direct
center of her cleavage, and peeled the fabric back.

"Jeremy!" Merissa gasped, not expecting this.

Yet my cock throbbed in my right hand as my testicles lofted
their fruits onto her body beneath the tank-top. Ribbons of my
pearly sperm jettisoned outward and down through her cleavage,
and pooled in various places inside of Merissa's tank-top.

I gasped in the aftermath, catching my breath. I let go of
the lace and it snapped back against her vast, excess cleavage.
I watched as my seed spread out even more against her upper
torso, behind the clingy, white fabric, saturating it fully.
It spread like wildfire, even decorating her pregnant belly.

"That's fucking awesome," I grumbled with a grin, proud of
myself, wiping my brow with a forearm.

"I want to see!" Merissa proclaimed with glee. When I moved
to the side, she propped herself up on her elbows halfway and
looked down. "Oh, I like it," Merissa beamed. Judging by the
look of the tank-top, there seemed to be a huge glob of semen
in her cleavage. Yet it was everywhere on her upper body.

"That was so dirty," Merissa squealed, still grinning. She
gently ran her hands all over her front. "I would expect you
to do something like this with Lexi, but not me."

"You're even more needy, more of a nymphomaniac, than Lexi
is," I informed Merissa, smiling. "You just won't admit it."

"I am not!" came her expected rebuttal.

"Don't bring me into your sordid affairs!" came a bubbly and
cheerful voice from the entrance to our bedroom. Merissa and I
immediately turned and found Alexa at the doorway. "Wow guys,
that was fucking hot. Did you not even realize that I have been
standing here for the last two minutes, watching you?" Alexa
focused on Merissa and offered a playful giggle. "Oh, honey,
you're more of a nymphomaniac than I've ever been. By far."

"Am not!" Merissa whined.

Alexa put her hands on her hips and surveyed the sexual
carnage throughout the bedroom. She had on a pair of denim
shorts, cowgirl boots and her favorite pink hoodie. Alexa's
hair was a vibrant blonde and curled in ringlets that she had
gathered into a low pony-tail on the left side of her head.
Though exhausted from what I had just done with Merissa, my
only thought was to yank the elastic from Alexa's hair and
plunge my hands into her tresses while I kissed her madly.

"How is Madi?"

"I took care of Madi like I said I would," Alexa said to
Merissa. "She was being a little fussy; I think she had a
scary nightmare, but I was eventually able to coax her back
to sleep." Alexa smiled and added, "I didn't want you and
Jeremy to be interrupted, so I took care of her. Hopefully,
her and Cooper will be down for the rest of the night."

"Thank you," Merissa breathed.

"I see you too stayed busy without me."

Merissa giggled. "Yeah, you could say that."

"Can I come in?"

"You're always welcome here," I told Alexa, chuckling. My
God, was she actually asking for permission to join us?

Alexa hesitated but then stepped into the bedroom, rubbing
her palms against her upper thighs. Swinging the door closed
behind her, Alexa then pressed her back into it, as if she was
unwilling to step any further into the bedroom.

"Come over and kiss me, Lexi," Merissa begged.

Wasting no time, Alexa joined us on the bed and ran her
hands through Merissa's long, luxurious brown hair, matting it
down and ruffling it about. There was a long, final streamer
of cum dangling from the tip of my cock, yet when Alexa noticed
it, she leaned over immediately and swallowed my shaft, and
slurped the gooey strand up like a powerful vacuum.

I took a step back and sat down in my chair, at the desk,
and closed my eyes, my own lips parting in furious rapture.
It had been awhile since Merissa had given me such a monumental
blowjob and I was able to enjoy her pussy so very freely, so
creatively as she lay on her side, and I felt drained from it.

"Look at me, Lexi."

And Alexa did look at Merissa.

Their eyes locked and that strong connection only seemed to
heighten the passion between them, enhance the heat. I then
sighed as Merissa slowly but surely peeled the top portion of
her clingy tank-top downward, over her breasts, exposing them.
Her wondrous breasts, swollen and very tender, came into clear
view as she had foregone the use of a bra tonight.

"You are swimming in Jeremy's cum," Alexa commented, reaching
out and fingering the fabric of Merissa's tank-top. "Wow."

Suddenly, Merissa was straddling Alexa's left leg and offering
her bare breasts to her face. I knew what she wanted; no, needed.
So did Alexa. "Please, baby. My breasts have been leaking all
day... they feel so full." She nudged her left breast upon
Alexa's needy lips and begged, "Please, suck this one."

Alexa nodded her head and, without a second thought, she
clamped her mouth around Merissa's breast and began to suck on
its nipple. Throughout her pregnancy, Merissa had been leaking
a lot of colostrum (a thick, creamy substance that was the
precursor to breastmilk) from her breasts. This had started
around four or five months, and had not let up since. In fact,
it only seemed to intensify with time.

Yet this was very normal for some pregnant women, and not
a reason to be alarmed or concerned at all (Alexa actually had
the same issue when she was pregnant with Cooper). There was
nothing wrong with Merissa, or any pregnant woman whose
breasts leaked a little, or even a lot of colostrum.

One way for Merissa to find relief, however, was for either
Alexa or myself to suck on those breasts and extract some of
the unique, high-protein substance with our mouths. Its taste
was sort of bland, but I did not mind in the slightest. Alexa
loved it. This was what Merissa wanted, and it ultimately
gave her a little relief. Thus, we were all for it.

"Oh God, Lexi, suck my titties," she groaned. "Oh God,
that feels so good. They've felt like they're going to burst
all day long." Merissa lovingly cradled her wife's head with
both hands as she continued to milk her nipple with her mouth.
Indeed, there seemed to be a fair amount of colostrum.

Over the next several moments, Alexa went from breast to
breast, alternating between each, doing what she could to
help alleviate the undue pressure. Merissa fed Alexa well,
and near the end of it, my cock was hard and bulging, and
being stroked in my hand. Alexa had both hands latched onto
Merissa's ass, fondling it through the pretty, bouncy skirt
she still had on. I loved the outfit Merissa had purchased
earlier at the lingerie shop, and wanted her to leave it on
even as the three of us continued to make love into the night.
I wanted her to wake up in the morning with it plastered to
her skin, her body, our collective juices dry and sticky.

Unable to control myself, I grabbed Merissa's head with both
of my hands and pulled her into a hard, urgent kiss. Merissa
moaned and straddled Alexa's lap even further and did her best
to lean back into me, pressing herself upon my torso, as my
tongue now delved into her soft mouth with ruthless aggression.
I slid both hands down to Merissa's ass, cupping her there
alongside Alexa's, as my mouth claimed hers completely.

Alexa made a smacking sound with her lips when she finally
pulled away from Merissa's nipples and grinned up at me with
bright, shining eyes. "Hmmmmm. Nothing better than the taste
of Me-Me's titty milk with your sperm layered on top, Jeremy."

I broke the kiss with Merissa simply so I could lean over
and attach my lips to Alexa's for a hot, luscious exchange.

Merissa sighed. "You did such a good job too, baby."

Alexa giggled. "My God, Merissa. Your upper half is soaked.
It's like you're about to enter a wet t-shirt contest, yet
instead of water, you're totally drenched in cum..."

"I like it," Merissa informed her, smirking. "Jeremy blew
his load straight down the front of my tank-top. He smeared it
all over and patted it down with the top on. You saw it."

"You want me to take the top off of you?"

Merissa shyly peeled the fabric of her tank-top upward, over
her breasts, again concealing them. "No. Jeremy wants me to
keep it on. I don't know if you heard him. He said he wants
me to wear his cum tonight and fall asleep with it all over me."

Alexa raised an eyebrow. "And I'm the nymphomaniac, hmmmmm?"

Merissa grinned sheepishly. "Sometimes I can't help myself.
I learned it from you, baby."

Alexa made another sneery face. "That's your excuse?" Alexa
then reached down and immediately grasped my cock with a silky,
feminine hand. I turned and gasped as Alexa again smiled at me,
her blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of love and playfulness.

"Oh my..." I growled, my body reacting in shocked pleasure.

"I've been absolutely STARVED for this cock throughout my
entire pregnancy," Merissa admitted, scooting forward and
clamping her moist, plump lips around my erection even as Alexa
continued to pump and frig it with her right hand. Alexa beamed
with delight and drew several strands of hair away from Merissa's
face as her brunette head furiously bobbed around my bloated cock
yet again. "Yeah, suck it, baby," Alexa encouraged her. "I know
you crave it. Oh God, I bet that big cock tastes so good..."

"Why don't you suck him off, too?" Merissa wondered. "You
know, honey, I have no problems sharing it with you. Come on,
baby. Maybe we could suck him off together?"

"Lexi, sweetie," I said to her, soft and evenly, "I think you
should lick your wife's pussy before going down on me."

"Yes, lick my pussy," Merissa suddenly begged instead.

Alexa nodded and buried her face in Merissa's tender, little
pussy. Merissa grabbed a handful of her own breast and tossed
her head back wildly in response, her brown eyes closed, as
Alexa gave her luscious nether folds a good licking.

Merissa repositioned on the bed so she could get a better
angle for the ongoing blowjob. Her tongue and warm breath felt
so good down there. Alexa had since relented on the handjob,
and was allowing Merissa to have my cock all to herself for
the time being. Yet I found Alexa's hand on my calf as she
placed a line of kisses up and down Merissa's swollen belly.

She again brought her lips to Merissa's center and swiped
away at her there with an extended tongue. Merissa moaned
and her body tightened in sheer arousal as she continued to
bounce her head over my hard, raging cock. The way Alexa
touched and tasted Merissa was beyond perfect. She knew her
body's needs even better than she did.

Alexa lifted her head long enough to gaze up at her
panting bride. "You okay, baby?"

Merissa nodded and cleared her throat. "Better than okay.
Don't worry about me. I'm fine."

Meanwhile, I was growling. I was trembling. The muscles
in my thighs contracted and I felt my abdomen turn rigid.
Every part of me was alive with anticipation and delight as
Merissa still had her lips wrapped around my shaft, sucking
away. She was now using her hands to anchor me in her mouth.
My own hands had found her hair. I buried them into her
luxurious locks and held on tight. Sometimes I would hold
her back, while at others I would bring her closer to my cock.

Truth be told, Merissa was nowhere near the skillful and
impassioned fellatio artist that Alexa was. Then again, I
doubt any woman could compare with Alexa in that department.
Her hunger for my erection simply knew no boundaries.

Merissa's cocksucking technique could easily come across
as ponderous and unorthodox to the uneducated individual. Yet
I liked it when she squeezed my cock and sucked gently. Or
sucked hard and held me tenderly. I liked it that Merissa
kept her mouth wet and slippery at all times. She did her
best to take me as deep as possible. Yet sometimes, Merissa
would forget to breathe and gag uncontrollably.

She did not compare in skill with my other wife yet when it
came to fellatio, indeed, but Merissa's endearing innocence,
her desire to try new things, and willingness to please me at all
costs, truly everything about her, was a powerful aphrodisiac to
me. Oh, and the fact that she was nine months pregnant. I
cannot stress it enough. Merissa. Was. So. Fucking. Hot.

Merissa took a lot of me into her mouth, but not all. In
the past she would and then gag, and her eyes would water, but
that probably wasn't the best idea right now being nine months
pregnant. There was no need to put any excess stress on her
plate now. Still, I held onto her hair and neck, and began to
thrust anyway, albeit with a tremendous amount of restraint
and caution. Those big, brown eyes were shining with pure and
total devotion as she looked back up at me.

"Lexi, time to take over," Merissa then announced. "You need
to suck his cock too. I want Jeremy to cum in your mouth."

In what seemed like a single heartbeat, Alexa transitioned
from giving oral sex to Merissa to pulling me to my feet, next
to the bed, and then dropping to her knees across the floor.
Still in her cowgirl boots and denim shorts, and the pink
hoodie, Alexa sighed as I reached down and stroked her hair.
"My God," I said thickly. "You look so beautiful on your
knees." Had I somehow sold my soul to the devil for this life?
It just did not seem right that I could flip-flop between two
women so easily, without any jealousy or resentment whatsoever.
Their mouths, their libidos, so incredibly hungry for me.

"I seem to do well on my knees," Alexa giggled, reaching for
me, laying her hands upon my bare thighs, rubbing slowly up
and down. The mere sight of Alexa on her knees was totally
mesmerizing to me. Her blue eyes immediately dropped and
focused on my swollen member, moist and slick with Merissa's
saliva. I stroked her hair again, weaving my fingers down
through the blonde strands and closing my fist near the roots
just behind her head. "Open your mouth, honey."

Alexa opened. I gripped myself and angled toward her lips.
She knew what to do from here on out.

The tip of my cock was already glistening with little drops
of pre-cum; Alexa extended her tongue and tasted them, seeming
pleased. She closed her lips around the wide, flared head and
slurped gently, using her tongue to flick at the tip where the
pre-cum kept oozing. I then groaned and sensed my member twitch
in her mouth as she began to feast and suck away, running her
tongue up and down its length, moistening it for her palm. I
received both a blowjob and a brisk handjob at the same time.

"Lexi," I spoke in a mock warning, "don't break eye contact
with me unless I tell you to. Do you want to go over my knee
and receive yet another spanking? Now, look up at me."

Alexa gave a tiny whimper and obeyed.

"Show me what a good cocksucker you are, sweetheart, and
finish me off." I withdrew my cock from her clutches for a
moment and added, "Finish what your wife started."

I held Alexa's head in my left hand and my erection in my
right, and soon I laid the head of my shaft on her tongue.
Alexa gave a little mew, almost sounding like a kitten. To
her credit, she continued to look up at me, maintaining eye
contact, keeping her mouth open and tongue extended, curled,
providing me the place where I would soon thrust and enjoy
my wife's mouth the way nature intended me to.

"Let's get this off of you," Merissa murmured, whisking
Alexa's hoodie off in the blink of an eye. She got behind
her, on her knees, and openly massaged Alexa's breasts
through the colorful tank-top that she had on. Soon, she
reached down and unbuttoned Alexa's denim shorts, but
otherwise left them in place upon her hips.

For now.

"Put your hands on my legs, honey, and hold them there,"
were my instructions for Alexa. "I know you love touching
my cock, giving it handjobs, but right now I just want to
enjoy your mouth. Keep those eyes locked on my face. I'm
going to fuck your mouth and then cum in it."

An instant later, I tightened my grip and moved my right
hand to join my left, upon the back of her head. Alexa may
have tried to say something, but she was unable to as I
held her head still and drove deep into her mouth.

"That's it, Lexi. Such a good, little cocksucker."

Merissa smiled up at me. "You've taught her well."

As I filled Alexa's mouth and then receded, thrusting in a
rapidly increasing rhythm, the 25-year-old breathed in little
puffs, quite desperately, through her nose. My pubic hair
brushed against Alexa's nose in the process and, when I began
to force myself in deeper, I thought my hungry bride may gag as
well, but something about the quick pace seemed to prevent it.

My fingers twined in her long golden hair and soon, no doubt,
Alexa's mascara would be running terribly from the watering of
her eyes, but she absolutely loved having her face fucked like
this. Alexa was the perfect wife in every conceivable sense of
the word, and that idea was topped off by her knowing that my
hands belonged in her hair when it came time for cocksucking.

"Oh wow, Lexi. So good. Such a good mouth. That's it,
honey. That's it." Then, I felt my resolve begin to fade
and I grunted, "Get... ready..."

I roared, and held her head so tight that the veins strained
and literally popped in my forearms and wrists. My thick shaft
spasmed into her mouth and suddenly Alexa felt, and tasted, the
warm, savory jets of semen that I shot into her. I held Alexa's
head in place with both hands and made her swallow everything
that I had to give until the proverbial well had run dry. Alexa
sucked completely and wonderfully through the quick waves of my
release, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand
when my body went limp and I sprawled back onto the mattress.

"Thank you," I said, reaching out and blindly nuzzling her
fingertips. "God, that was awesome. I love you so much."

"You're welcome," I heard Alexa say in response, though I
did not see her at the moment. My eyes were closed and I was
in a bliss-induced haze. "Why is it sucking your cock, letting
you fuck my face like that, turns me on so incredibly much?"

Merissa chuckled. "Because you're a nymphomaniac."

Several seconds later, as I continued to rest and gather my
senses upon the bed, I felt a piece of clothing fall right on
top of my face. I removed it and looked up, and realized that
it was Alexa's tank-top. She and Merissa were both on their
knees across the carpeted floor, kissing, playing with each
other's breasts. Merissa's pregnant belly was in the way,
but they made due. Alexa actually appeared highly innocent as
she giggled and tried to line her nipples up with Merissa's
underneath her own sperm-infested tank-top.

Both ladies moaned in unison as Merissa opened her mouth
to Alexa and she deepened the kiss, threading her fingers
throughout her blonde hair as their tongues glided together.
It was a perfect kiss and could even be described as a
microcosm of our three-way marriage. Surely, I wanted to
stay linked with Alexa and Merissa forever.

Alexa angled her head and ran her tongue across Merissa's
bottom lip. Her hands came to rest on her ass, yet again,
pulling her closer until the front of her was plastered
against her. Again they worked around the big obstacle, and
Alexa brought her hand to Merissa's abdomen and caressed it
gently. Alexa savored every taste, now trailing kisses along
Merissa's jaw before nipping at her earlobe.

"Your ears are sensitive," she whispered when Merissa
moaned softly. Her breath feathered against her skin. "And
you touch them when you're nervous, on edge."

"I don't," Merissa started to argue, but then Alexa bit
down on her earlobe again and she squirmed. Now, she decided
to amend her prior statement. "You're very observant."

"I love you, Merissa. I want more. I want all of you."

"Get up on the bed for me, baby. Take your shorts and
panties off. I have an idea."

I again closed my eyes and sighed, completely spent and
exhausted from two prior, monumental orgasms, then groaned
as I felt Alexa settle onto the mattress next to me. Her
left hand reached over and grasped my drained, deflated cock
and kneaded it with her fingertips and sharp nails.

"That's it, honey," I heard Merissa say. "Show me what
you need. Oh, don't worry. Jeremy and I are going to see
to it that you're WELL SATISFIED before the end of the night."
I was? Really? I was so tired now, I could barely move! "You
can put your elbows back on the bed, Lexi. Yeah, just like
that. That will help you ride my hand the way you want to."

When the mattress began to bounce and shake, I opened my
eyes. Alexa's elbows were perched upon the mattress as
Merissa now sat on the floor, her right arm extended and a
hand between her wife's thighs. Alexa cried out over and
over as she humped the silky hand that seemed to engulf her
whole pussy and tender clitoris at once.

"All this talk, lately, of your sweet, beautiful, little
ass." Merissa's chestnut-colored eyes flickered with pure
arousal as she added, "You've given it to Jeremy twice now in
the past several weeks, Lexi, after seven years of holding
back. You've allowed him to fuck you there and, even more
surprising, you've enjoyed it a lot more than you thought
possible." She then smirked. "You held back for so long,
even though Jeremy has been obsessed with your ass since day
one. His eyes always seem to dart toward it, no matter what.
Do you even realize how obsessed Jeremy is with your ass?"

Merissa picked up the pace with her hand, undulating it,
and soon Alexa was grinding and churning as if she was a
jockey, riding a wild, untamed stallion. Merissa made her
accelerate to a trot, and then a canter.

"That's good," she said approvingly. "Did you cum both
times Jeremy fucked you in the ass so far?"

"Yes!" Alexa cried.

"Would you like to cum now?"

"Yes!" The word came out in a sob. "Please!"

"Before you cum, Lexi, you need to understand that Jeremy
is not the only person who is fascinated by your ass, totally
enthralled with it, and has lusted about it - with many vivid
ideas - for the last several years." Merissa licked her lips
and continued, "You're going to give your ass to ME tonight,
honey, so I can enjoy it the way I want before Asher is born."

Alexa's face turned bright red. "What are you going to do
to my... ass?" But before Merissa could answer, Alexa screamed
and came under the expert care of that hand.

"There you go," Merissa murmured. "That's it. That's it.
Good girl. Let it out. Cum for me, baby. That's it. Cum
for me before Jeremy and I tag-team your ass."

Alexa whimpered at the terrible, humiliating thought as
she continued to ride out her orgasm and fuck herself upon
Merissa's willing hand. Yet at the same time, I was curious.
What exactly did Merissa have in mind? She claimed to have a
deep fascination with Alexa's backside, too? That was
perfectly understandable - Alexa's ass was so tight, so
divine - yet I had never seen Merissa do anything more than
caress and/or grope it with her hands.

Plus, Merissa and I were going to _tag-team_ Alexa's ass?
Oh, I liked Merissa's devious, erotic side. She was usually
much more reserved and controlled than Alexa, but on certain
occasions she surprised me. What did Merissa have in mind?

"Why don't you get on your hands and knees, like you do
when Jeremy fucks you doggie-style, and stick that little
ass high in the air for me?"

Alexa frowned as her orgasm had subsided by now, and she
dislodged herself from Merissa's hand. "Are you going to
spank me? Is that it? I don't know if that's such a good
idea. I mean, you're nine months pregnant."

"I'm not going to spank you," Merissa quietly said. "No,
no, honey. I'm going to taste your ass, eat it out."

"Wh-What? Alexa seemed shocked, even somewhat repulsed.

"Do it," Merissa simply told her, motioning with a finger
toward the bed. "On your hands and knees, like a good,
little girl, with that ass high in the air. So high, honey,
that I want you to try and touch the ceiling with it."
Merissa again licked her lips. "This is something I have
wanted to try with you for three years and counting now.
That ass... I HAVE to have it. I just have to."

"Merissa, I don't... I mean, this is not..." WOW! I had
never seen Alexa so incredibly flustered, so caught off-guard.
This was actually amazing to me! Where did this desire for
Merissa come from? She had certainly never shared this little
secret with me. Merissa had been fantasizing about licking
and tasting Alexa's anus for the past three years? The whole
time we had been together in our three-way relationship?

"Get on your hands and knees, on the bed," she reiterated.
"Once I am finished with you, Lexi, Jeremy is going to fuck
your pussy, and then your ass." My own eyes went wide at the
prospects. "I want to watch Jeremy fuck your ass since I was
not there either time it's happened thus far."

"Why don't you lie down instead, and help take some of the
pressure off of your back?" I suggested to Merissa, reaching
out and massaging her baby bump. "I can tell that you're
tired, and I do not want you to overexert yourself tonight.
Lie down, honey. I have an idea, too. Trust me."

Merissa gave a little nod, then glanced over at Alexa.
The blonde had pursed her lips into a tight line, and shook
her head slightly and very slowly. I read her thoughts and
emotions as if I could see the scene through her blue eyes.
She was reluctant, but also willing to overcome it.

The mere idea of Merissa tonguing Alexa's rectum fired my
blood and gave me a new sense of vigor, of great strength.
If Merissa had chosen to spank her, Alexa would have complied.
Obviously, she would have no issues going down on me again
and sucking my cock as if her very life depended on it. But
getting her ass licked was different, unique, very strange.

Merissa did as I asked, climbing onto the bed and lying
down on her back toward the far end, her knees raised and
legs outstretched. The pretty skirt was pulled all the way
up, past her waistline and over her breasts. Alexa had been
looking like a lost, little puppy, contemplating her fate,
but her expression swelled and she seemed aroused at the sight
of Merissa's wet, glistening pussy on display for us.

"You two girls need to sixty-nine each other."

I looked again at Alexa with those words, and she seemed a
bit more aroused. Her nose twitched a little, and she chewed
the inside of her cheek and even let loose with a smile. Her
face went red again for an instant, her eyes dropping to my
cock. Alexa breathed twice through her nostrils, little baby
puffs, then got up onto her knees, her eyes still fixed down.
She shifted her weight adorably then glanced up at me, her
eyes widening. What was going through her mind right now?

No matter. I got up and took Alexa by the shoulders. She
gave a startled, little cry, but I picked her up so easily
she may have been a pillow, and swung her lightly into my arms
for the short journey to the other side of the bed.

"Knees on either side of Merissa's face, honey," I told her.
"Hands down, on either side of her belly. Don't lower your
pussy or your ass, in this case, until I say so."

Alexa nodded her head, her face again a bright, crimson red.
Merissa seemed happy and content to let me dictate the pace and
tempo, provided she ultimately got to sample Alexa's rectum
with her lips and tongue. Sensing her jitters, Merissa reached
up and worked Alexa's pussy with fondling fingers.

"All right, honey," I said gently. "You're going to ride
Merissa's face and she is going to taste your ass now. You
gave your anal cherry to me as the ultimate gift last month.
It's not fair that you keep your wife from enjoying it, too."
I was really laying it on now, and it felt damn good. "Be a
good girl, and we will end the night with me fucking your ass."

Alexa's eyes had closed and she seemed to have drifted off,
perhaps even into subspace, but she said, "Yes, Jeremy." The
25-year-old bent her knees a little and then gave a sobbing
cry as Merissa very audibly began to lap at her little anus.

Alexa opened her eyes and again fixated on my cock, clearly
hoping that I would plug her mouth and give her something else
to concentrate on as her ass was lewdly licked and swiped out
from behind. But I wanted Merissa to have her moment. "Look,
baby," I said, pointing toward the joining of Merissa's thighs.
"Look at the pussy beneath you, and kiss it. Make Merissa
feel good, just as she is making you feel good now."

"Your ass tastes so fucking delicious!" Merissa squealed.

Unable to resist, Alexa bent her knees further and tried
to hump herself against Merissa's face, to ride her nose and
mouth as a way to add pressure and pleasure to her own pussy.
Then I watched as Alexa bent her head, again working around
that pregnant belly, and gave a tiny kiss right on Merissa's
clitoris. Her wife whimpered in response, and soon that kiss
transitioned into a little lick, a little nibble.

Alexa moaned into Merissa's pussy as that tongue did its
shameful, wonderful work on the other end, on her rectum, yet
she kissed and kissed, licked and licked, her face now wet with
Merissa's burgeoning arousal. Alexa could also see, with her
eyes again locked on me, that I was busily pumping my cock,
which was hard again, while I watched her and Merissa please
each other in the sixty-nine position. She seemed desperate
to suck my cock again, even if it just for a few seconds.

"Lift your head and open your mouth, sweetheart." Alexa
moaned in gratitude as I held her head in place and briefly
thrusted in and out, filling her mouth full, pushing against
her tongue, her palate, deep within the far reaches of her
throat. At the same time, Alexa continued to ride Merissa's
face, trying to be gentle, but still unable to keep herself
from bouncing rather frantically atop Merissa's wonderful,
little lapping mouth, her warm, sweetly pointed nose.

"That's it," I said to Alexa, encouraging her further. "So
good. Feels so good." That sweet mouth of hers truly was an
instrument for ultimate pleasure and ecstasy. It was a place
for me to thrust; a toy I could move up and down over my cock
to provide me with unending stimulation at my leisure.

"God, Lexi."

"I want you to fuck her now, Jeremy," Merissa instructed
me, her tone dark and ominous. "I want you to fuck Lexi,
first her pussy and then her ass, and BLAST her into next
week." Alexa again whimpered as Merissa gave her anus one
final, sweeping lick. "And this won't be the last time I
enjoy your ass, Lexi. Oh, no. Once the baby is born, and I
am fully recovered, I'm putting that ass of yours on a silver
platter, and I am going to have it for dinner."

Giving her no real time to consider those words, I lifted
an emotional and tired Alexa onto her feet and spun her around,
away from me. Using my foot, I spread open her legs and
forced her to bend over, her ass in the air. Alexa held onto
the bed for necessary support as Merissa smiled up at her with
a mixture of jealousy and delight. Merissa appreciated a good,
hard fucking from me, but knew that we were limited somewhat
by her pregnancy. She also loved me performing anal sex on
her, but that was out of the question now. Thus, Merissa
would have to live vicariously through her wife.

I gripped Alexa's long hair and wrapped it around my wrist,
and she shivered as I brought my pulsing cock against her. I
glided my hands down her smooth, flat abdomen, and dipped a
trio of fingers into her pussy. She started to vibrate.

My fingers sampled the wetness, but I went about at a slow
and languid pace. I scissored them in and out of her gently,
almost lovingly, just at the entrance to her pussy, teasing
her to the point where she cried out. Merissa scooted back
upon the bed, away from us, simply content to watch now.

"Please, Jeremy!" Alexa begged.

I pulled out of my young bride and massaged her swollen
clitoris with my thumb and fingers. She became even more
turned on, more agitated. God, Alexa was so responsive.
She was truly a stunning sexual being. Always so eager to
feel and experiment. I found it thrilling that, at least
for the moment, I was the one in charge of her pleasure, her
satisfaction. I thrust myself deeply into the very slick,
wondrous paradise that was her pussy.

I slid an arm around her waist from behind, forcing Alexa
to arch for me, bringing her even closer. My shaft slid in
and out of her as Merissa continued to watch with bright,
inquisitive eyes and little smirks. Each thrust went deeper
and harder. I loved any opportunity to be very intimate and
physical with Alexa, of course, but I would have given anything
right now to be able to be this rough and tumble with Merissa.
I constantly had to check myself with her, show restraint, not
wanting to harm our unborn child. Yet when in the right mood,
Merissa enjoyed being worked over and ridden just as hard as
Alexa did. Soon, our sex life would be back to normal...

"Do you remember this from four weeks ago, Lexi? This past
Sunday?" I asked, scooping up excess moisture from her pussy
with my thumb as I continued to blast away at it with my cock,
while moving that thumb to a much more tender and private spot -
her tight, puckered anus. Oh, the indignity!

"Oh, you DO remember this, don't you?"

"Yes," Alexa squeaked in response as I nudged her rectum
with my thumb. "Oh, God. You... you... took me... there.
Completely. Oh God..."

I held my cock deep and still within her pussy for the
time being. Alexa squirmed back against me as I slowly
began to probe and tease her anus, the ample lubrication of
her pussy juices mixed with Merissa's saliva and my own
fluids making the process a slick, easy one. I inserted my
thumb, popping it into her rectum, up to the first knuckle.
I began fucking her pussy with my cock yet again, but this
time, nice and slow, very steady. I then eased even more
of my thumb into her ass.

"Oh God, oh Jeremy, oh my fucking..." Alexa's cries
went from the divine to nearly incomprehensible as I gently
pulled out of both of her orifices. Soon, I pressed the
thick, bulging head of my erection to her rectum.

"Easy," I soothed her as she squirmed uncontrollably.
Merissa quickly retrieved a tube of anal lubricant from the
nearby nightstand and handed it to me. I applied the slick,
cool cream in a hurry and then nudged myself in, gently
sliding into the tightest and most restrictive opening that
Alexa had. She moaned as the intrusion only went deeper
and deeper. "Just relax, honey, and take my cock into your
ass the same way you did the first two times. Just relax,
and accept it. We're going to be doing this a LOT from now
on because I know how much it turns you on."

"And I'm going to be eating your ass almost as often as I
will be licking your pussy," Merissa promised her.

"This is where I'm going to cum," I then told Alexa, "right
here, in your tight, little ass. Oh, it feels like paradise."

I am not even sure that Alexa heard me. My fingers had
transitioned to pleasuring her clitoris, and she was near
climax herself. Alexa was extremely close, I could tell.
Her lovely body shook and trembled with the effort of holding
herself up, bent over the bed with her hands locked upon it,
as I filled her rectum over and over, pounding harder now.

I came with a sudden and resounding shout, flooding
Alexa's bottom with hot spurts which sloshed all around
inside of her. She was near the brink of madness herself.

"More!" Alexa begged. "MORE!" I rubbed Alexa's pussy
firmly, then began spanking her clitoris. Very, very gently,
mind you. But it was all she needed. Each tender swat brought
her closer, her bottom full of cock and seed, her bare, wet
pussy receiving the attention it needed. Alexa came with a
loud, harrowing scream, the sopping wet, swollen lips of her
well satisfied pussy pulsing in tune with her heartbeat.

Merissa's eyes were on us when I popped myself out of Alexa's
bottom. I was in pretty good shape at the moment, all things
considered, but the same could not be said for Alexa. With cum
dripping from her rectum, her pussy wet and puffy, her taut
breasts leaving imprints of warmth upon the bed, Alexa was
a complete and total mess. She looked like a train wreck.

"I got you, baby," Merissa said. She had a blanket handy,
and draped it tenderly over Alexa's well used body. Then
Merissa wrapped her up in a sweet, reassuring embrace, and
sat directly next to her. "You took the trifecta from Jeremy,
huh? The triple play?" Merissa was giggling at her own words.
"A blowjob, vaginal and anal sex, all in one sitting. Wow."

Alexa shuddered and looked at me with frazzled eyes as I
leaned over and gently kissed her flush on the mouth.

"Lucky girl," Merissa grinned, eyeing her. "Thank you so
much for letting me give you a rimjob. Hmmmmm, it was even
better than I ever imagined it would be!"

"I love you so much, Merissa," Alexa whispered to her. "You
can do whatever you want to me. Anything, I don't care. God,
it feels like Jeremy tore my ass in two with his cock..."

"I love you too, baby."

I was running on fumes by now - it had been a very long and
tiring day with all of the fun out at my brother's farm earlier,
going off-roading with Alexa, and then having to deal with
upset, screaming toddlers in Cooper and Madison once we got
home, and finally this wondrous, earth-shattering three-some.
I was totally spent; I was done. Nothing left tonight.

After I had collapsed onto the bed and cycled through what
was clearly one of the best orgasms I had experienced in quite
a long time, I noticed that my two wives were smiling brightly
at me. I raised my head to gaze over at them, stroke Merissa's
cheek with a fingertip, my gaze squarely locked with Alexa's.
"I love you both. You're so incredible... both of you."

"We love you, too." But then Merissa huffed, realizing her
predicament. She was covered in breastmilk. Whenever Merissa
had sex, it could get pretty bad. Or good, depending on your
perspective (I thought it was actually more than good).

The substance was over the bed, too. "Don't worry about
it, honey," I stressed to her. "Lexi will clean this up first
thing in the morning. It's what she likes doing." I kissed
the back of Merissa's neck and nuzzled my lips there. "Wow,
this was incredible. Thank you so much for tonight."

"I'm covered in leaky breastmilk and your sperm! Must you
REALLY insist that I fall asleep with this tank-top still on?"

I chuckled at Merissa's squealy voice, her vibrant attitude.
"Oh, of course I do. The thought of you wearing my cum tonight,
just two days out from having our baby, is very pleasing to me."

"We can take a triple shower in the morning," Alexa suggested
to her. "Don't worry, baby. Everything will be fine."

"I call dibs on giving Merissa her long overdue bubble bath."

"Oh?" Merissa's eyebrows raised at me.

"I'm thinking of a hot oil massage," Alexa grinned, her eyes
now focused on her wife. "We are going to take it easy tomorrow,
baby, kick back and spend time with the kids. But Jeremy and I,
we are going to PAMPER you tomorrow too, spoil you so much. You
certainly deserve it after nine months of pregnancy."

A tear sprung from Merissa's eye as she rolled onto her side
and nuzzled up close beside me. "You two are too good to me."

"We should get some sleep," Alexa said, reaching down and
touching my chest. "It's getting late."

I vigorously shook my head and grinned. "I'm going to miss
seeing you pregnant like this, Merissa. You have no idea how
much you've turned me on these past nine months, just watching
you do the simplest, most everyday, mundane things. Wow, I'm
going to miss it so much. I know it's been rough, but you...
you look so incredibly gorgeous right now, my baby inside you.
And you have no idea how proud I am of you."

Merissa smiled as I slipped an arm around her. "Then you're
just going to have to get me pregnant again. And soon."


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