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Recollections 2
Written by: Kaadorix

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a sequel - a continuation of
sorts - to "Recollections". In order to understand this story
and the unique situation that its characters find themselves in,
it is paramount that you are very familiar with "Recollections"
and its plot line. If you have not read "Recollections", this
particular story will be extremely difficult for you to follow.

The original "Recollections" can be found on this website.

Many readers have requested a sequel, so here is a quick check
into the current lives of Jeremy and his two wives, Alexa and
Merissa. I hope you enjoy reading it as much I did writing it.




Chapter 01: "Triplicity"
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-*- Friday, October 27, 2017 -*-
-*- Lake Quivira, Kansas -*-


Friday morning I awoke to the feel of Merissa's moist, velvety
lips working their way down my abdomen. Oh, it felt like Heaven.
I immediately closed my eyes again, wishing that she and I could
stay in bed all day long while reveling in the vivid memories of
the three-some we enjoyed last night with Alexa, and the birthday
party that preceded it. Merissa turned 26 yesterday and the
celebration party with friends and family alike last evening was a
blast. Yet when our guests left and we finally put the kids to
bed, things got even better. I sat out back with my two wives,
holding hands and sharing kisses. It was quite chilly, but we
eventually went back inside and heated up, barely making it to the
bedroom before ripping one another's clothes off.

Now, Merissa's hands skimmed my legs with feathery touches,
bringing my mind back to the present. She pulled my boxer shorts
down and kissed my upper thighs, making me squirm with eager
anticipation. The first slick of her tongue sent shivers racing
down to my very core. Merissa began with a very slow, torturous
rhythm, licking at my testicles, then kissing my thigh repeatedly.
She splayed her hands over my hips, holding me down as she lowered
her mouth to my hard, throbbing cock. I loved the way Merissa
forced me to endure the sweet teasing, refusing to hurry things
along. I widened my legs, lost in the scintillating pleasure.
Her hands gripped my hips and when her mouth latched itself over
my shaft, spirals of ecstasy shot all throughout me. I fisted my
own hands, my feet digging into the sheets, my hips lifting.

"I love Fridays," I said inbetween deep, ragged breaths. "Good
God." I writhed against her wondrous mouth. "Mostly because I
don't have to work and we get to spend the entire day together."

Merissa lifted her head, smiling.

"Don't stop," I begged.

"Baby, I could suck your cock all day long. You know that,
right? You work hard all week at the office and DESERVE to have
your cock sucked. Yeah, baby... you do. Lay back and enjoy it.
You deserve to have your cock sucked, and I'm gonna do it."

Her teeth grazed, her tongue swirled, and those lips... Merissa
did not hold back with that voracious appetite, and the combination
took me up, up, UP, rousing my passion levels to searing levels.
I stole a look at my wife and she must have felt me shift, because
those effervescent, champagne-brown eyes of hers, brimming with
desire, caught mine, causing fireworks to shoot off all around us.
It felt so divine, watching Merissa devour my cock. When she licked
its full length from bottom to top, holding my gaze with a dark,
erotic look in her eyes, I nearly lost it. An orgasm clawed at my
core, but I struggled to fend it off, enjoying the overwhelming
sensations bursting inside of me. I lay back as she insisted, eyes
slammed shut, trying desperately to stave off my orgasm. She did
something magical with the back of her throat and my hips bolted
off of the bed. A cry of pleasure flew from my lungs. "MERISSA!"

Through countless times together, Merissa had become an expert
at catching me on the way down, but it only sent me soaring again.
Dazzling sensations filled my heart and soul, one after another,
until I was hanging onto my sanity by a single thread.

"Too good!" I exclaimed. "It feels too good!"

Merissa moved up my body, slowing to trail her mouth over my
left ribcage while tweaking the other with her finger and thumb,
doling out more sensuous torture. My hips rocked and convulsed
uncontrollably as her free hand clamped around the length of my
erection and began frigging it quite briskly.

"OH MY GOD..." fell from my own lips in a wild, primal cry.

She squeezed harder, sending me tumbling into oblivion, and
captured my mouth mid-orgasm. Merissa's tongue swept passionately
over mine as my own hands found her luscious breasts and palmed
them through the purple nightgown she had on. Flashes of heat
flamed within me, burning hotter with every tantalizing second as I
gasped and then clung to the mattress in a shuddering quake.

When I finally fell back, spent and sated, Merissa ravished me
with several tender, loving kisses, whispering sweetness inbetween.
"Love you so much. You're so hot, Jeremy. I STILL can't believe
how happy I am with you and Lexi. Life is so good."

I smiled at Merissa's words. When she made a motion to get up
and out of the bed, I reached out and grabbed her shoulders,
twirling her around and onto her back beneath me. It was time to
return the favor. "Oh no you don't."

She laughed, full of joy. "What do you have in mind, baby?"

"Something like this." I lifted the hem of her nightgown beyond
her breasts and kissed her abdomen while maneuvering her silky
purple G-string down her slim hips and thighs, earning a guttural,
insanely sexy moan from Merissa. "I want to taste you."

With that, I sat back and covered her knees with my hands and
pushed them outward, spreading her wide open. I slipped
Merissa's G-string the rest of the way off and felt the urge to
look at her, to examine every inch of her, to drink it all in and
commit it even more to memory, her beautiful, glistening pussy.
Then, lowering my head down to envelop Merissa with my mouth, I
began to explore every inch of her wetness with my tongue.

"Oh, that feels so good," she gasped, full of gratitude. "So
amazing. How can this possibly feel so good? Is this a dream?"

I did not take the time to answer her question mostly because
I did not want to move my mouth away from the job it was doing.
Besides, that question did not need an answer anyway. Her body
would soon answer it for her ten times better than my words ever
could. And even if that wasn't the case, I would not be able to
explain how our life together - our three-way relationship with
Alexa - could be any more real than she could.

It seemed like a dream to me, too.

Alexa and I had accepted Merissa into our hearts and eventually
our marriage starting back in the summer of 2014. In an effort to
do this group marriage thing right and not make any mistakes, all
three of us were well aware from the start that this process needed
time. We took things slow at first, and now that patience was
paying off for us in spades. Together, Merissa, Alexa and I were
part of the most healthy, exciting and passionate relationship I
had ever known of. As a trio, we were more in love than ever and
grew closer with each and every passing day. In fact, I could not
imagine my life without Merissa and Alexa both in it. Together!

I redoubled my tongue's efforts, swirling it around Merissa's
nub of a clitoris with increasing speed and intensity. My goal
wasn't to give my wife the best orgasm of her life. Not anymore.
Not after that spectacular blowjob. Now, it was to give her the
best two or three orgasms of her life in rapid-fire succession.

"Yes. Right there. Don't stop!" Merissa pleaded as her hips
now rose to meet me, pressing her center against my mouth as she
fisted the comforter in her hands. Her thighs trembled as she
whimpered over and over again, "Please don't stop."

The sounds of pleasure made me hard as a rock. Harder than a
rock, even. Merissa was such a strong-willed girl; she had been
so much thus far in her young life, and her resiliency, her tough
spirit, was one of the things that attracted me to her more than
anything. In fact, it was one hell of a turn-on for me.

But there was also part of me that found it HOT AS FUCK to see
the vulnerable center behind those strong walls. I knew that
Merissa was more than capable of taking care of herself, but when
she let her guard down, it was an opportunity I had to take care
of her, and all I wanted to do anymore was take care of her.

As well as Alexa.

When I sensed Merissa getting close to an orgasm, I slipped two
fingers inside of her and repeated the G-spot stimulating motion
that usually sealed the deal whenever we were together.

Not surprisingly, it came through for me again. Even before I
had completed a half-dozen strokes deep within her inner walls,
Merissa's sweet pussy burst upon my mouth, her thighs squeezing
tight around either side of my head. Her long, sharp fingernails
dug into the back of my neck and shoulders as she rode out the
climax and those small pricks of pain, far from detracting from
the intense pleasure I felt, only served to enhance it.

When she later crested downward from the pinnacle of orgasm, I
slid my lips up her abdomen and midriff, between her breasts, all
the way until my mouth was right next to her ear. I nibbled on it
gently. "Are you ready for orgasm number two, honey?"

Her body tensed. "I don't know if... I'm not sure if..."

Lifting my head, I stared directly into her eyes and could see
the uncertainty there. "Is that a challenge?"

"Yes," she breathed as her eyes lit up with a renewed flame of
arousal. "That's a challenge."

Those brown eyes were as wide as flying saucers as she watched
me take my raging erection into my right hand and openly stroke it
before her. I took my time, pumping it thoroughly, watching the
rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed in anticipation and
hung on my every move. When I finally slid back on top of her,
Merissa reached between us and eagerly grabbed my cock, putting
its tip in perfect position to enter her.

"Are you ready?" I grinned down at her, and she responded by
nodding her head frantically.

With that, I dove inside Merissa, her inner walls wrapping
around my cock like a slick, velvety cocoon. Every muscle within
my body tensed as I tried to control the pleasure that coursed
through my veins. It wasn't that I did not want to feel good.
Fuck, of course I wanted to feel good. And there was nothing
that felt as good as being inside this beautiful woman, except
save (perhaps) for being inside my other wife, Alexa. Hell, I
honestly did not know. I had no preference; I loved (and lusted
after them) the same. I could never make that choice.

But I knew right now that if I did not control my body's natural
responses, this was going to be one of the shortest sexual
encounters not just in our history, but history, period.

When I finally felt ready to move inside Merissa without losing
precious control, I brought my pelvis back until I had almost
pulled entirely out of her, then thrust inside again.

"Oh yes," she panted. "You're so hard. You feel so good."

Those words affecting more than I could even convey, I gathered
whatever reserves of strength and control I had left, and pumped
in and out of her again. And then again. And again.

I started slow, speeding up gradually as I went. I attempted
to follow her lead in setting the pace, but that did not last very
long before she began whispering in my ear, "Faster, Jeremy. Oh,
baby. Harder. Harder. You know what I need. Fuck me harder!"

Primal urges took over and suddenly I was thrusting into her
again and again, furiously pounding away for all I was worth.
Our bodies banged and slapped together with excessive force. I
was like a wild animal, running on instinct, claiming my mate.

And it felt damn good.

Those nails dug so hard into my back that there was no way she
had not broken my skin, yet Merissa continued to encourage me to
go faster and harder. She dug her heels into the mattress,
angling her hips upward so I could dive even deeper inside of her.
This was much more than just physical. I was penetrating more
than just her body. I was plunging inside of Merissa's very being.
Her soul. And yet again, we were becoming one in the process.

Finally, the vivacious brunette tossed her head back onto the
pillows and arched her chest up against me, screaming and tensing
up. That was my cue. I climaxed with violent force as my body
undulated with pleasure. We rode the massive wave together and
finally came down on the other side. I then collapsed onto the
bed next to Merissa, completely exhausted, panting and satisfied.

Merissa slipped her arms around me and curled herself against
my side just like she had the first time we made love together
three years ago. Everything with her still felt new - fresh and
exciting - and it was awesome. I wrapped an arm around her and
held on tight as she snuggled her head into my shoulder.

"Good morning, baby," she said cheekily. "How are YOU?"

"Good morning?" I kissed the top of her head and held her even
tighter. "How about spectacular? What a way to be woken up."

Merissa giggled. "Lexi made me promise before leaving for work
30 minutes ago that I would give you a huge, ample-sized hug and
kiss to start your day off right." Merissa traced her hand down
my shoulder, inspiring a shiver, and sending goosebumps along my
spine. "I think I went above and beyond the call of duty on that."

"That you did," I breathed. "That... you did."

* * *

An hour later, I was suddenly startled and my eyes went wide at
the sound of very loud music. No, not just loud - BLARING. Friday
morning was now being ushered in with a roar, which was fitting
after the fireworks Merissa and I helped set off earlier. Oh, and
the three-way birthday celebration she and I shared with Alexa last
evening too. Who could forget that? I stood up straight and
glanced into the washroom mirror while in the process of putting on
my clothes for the day. The music stopped. Then started again.

"Sorry!" I heard a voice call. Merissa. Sexy Merissa who I
wished was right back in bed with me. Now. I smiled at the
thought of my beautiful bride who just had her 26th birthday
yesterday. The dinner party we had last evening for her, with
friends and family alike, was awesome. "Just trying to understand
and see how this sound system that Lexi got me as a gift works
down here, but I'm bad at it. It's so confusing!"

I laughed and blinked as I looked into the adjacent bedroom, a
burst of sunshine temporarily blinding me, and brought my hand to
my still-swollen lips. In fact, my entire body felt swollen in
the warmest and most wonderful way possible. I imagined Merissa
right there in that bed before me, totally naked and firmly tucked
beneath the covers. Those luxurious spools of cinnamon-brown hair
splayed out across the pillow behind her, a little fist tucked under
her chin, and the most peaceful look on her face as she dozed.

I needed to see that face. That gorgeous, covergirl face.

NOW!

I quickly brushed my teeth and tossed on a sweatshirt, then
descended the stairs that led to the living room. I found
Merissa sitting next to the sound system tower in the corner with
three remote control devices in her hand and the most perplexed
expression upon her face. She wore a pair of shorts and an old
Washburn College t-shirt that were both way too big for her. In
other words, Merissa was wearing my clothes. I could never grow
tired of that image, that idea.

My wife held up all three remotes, her eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm great with a laptop, I swear. But not so much these things."
Music that seemed to be in French suddenly filled the room.

I smiled. "So you've broken the main birthday present that
Lexi got for you in less than 24 hours?"

Merissa nodded sadly. She was so adorable! "I'm afraid you
and the kids are relegated to learning French today."

"That, or we can fix it with one little click of a button." I
took the remotes from Merissa and reset the system with one touch.

Merissa shook her head. "You know how to do all the things."

I smiled down at her gently. "In fairness, I have plenty of
experience to draw from with electronics like this." There was a
pause as we stared at each other. Even after all these years, I
still could not believe how lucky and fortunate I was to be able
to share my life with two women the looks and likes of which were
personified by Merissa and Alexa. Inparticular, I felt alive this
morning, happy, and would not trade this drug for anything. I had
experienced a lot of speed bumps and pitfalls along the way thus
far in life, but all of the heartache and prior relationship
struggles helped lead me to where I am right here, and right now.
Everything was thrown at me - all of the bad stuff in the past -
for a purpose and, again, ultimately brought me to where I am today.

I had absolutely nothing to complain or gripe about.

Merissa glanced down and grabbed a handful of her t-shirt with
a mock sense of innocence. "I stole from you."

"I noticed." I reached for Merissa's hand and helped pull her
to her feet. "I like you in my clothes. You're welcome to them
anytime you like."

"Good. They smell like you, masculinity and total sweetness
both mixed together." Very slowly, Merissa rose to her tiptoes
and hovered just shy of my mouth. She seemed delighted when I
opted to close the gap for her and we kissed. There was something
so easy about the chemistry she and I shared, so comfortable.

"Well, that felt more than okay. In that case, good morning
one more time," I murmured, wanting to march us right back to bed,
but knowing better at the moment. But hey, don't look down on me
for it. I was in quite the playful, frisky mood.

"Good morning, baby," Merissa reiterated, grinning. "How about
I fix you and the kids up one of your favorite breakfast dishes?
Red velvet pancakes with cream cheese topping?" Hmmmmm. "The
good pancakes too, not the vegan-style ones that Lexi insists on
eating. REAL pancakes." Merissa stalked off to the adjacent
kitchen on a mission as yours truly stayed hot on her heels.

"Merissa's Gourmet Food Service is definitely a plus."

"For you and the kids, anything."

"I can fix breakfast for you instead, if you'd like a break."

Merissa picked up a spatula and pointed it my way. "Don't you
dare. You worked hard all week, Jeremy, and deserve indulgence."
Didn't she say something similar earlier in reference to offering
me that fabulous blowjob? I worked hard all week and deserved it?
"You kick back, baby - relax - enjoy your breakfast. I'll fix it."

"You work hard, too." After all, Merissa chased after two
toddlers and cared for an infant child literally 24 hours a day.
All I generally did was work 40 to 44 hours per week over a four
day span as a family physician, an internist, at my medical
practice. Merissa deserved far more indulgence than I did.

She nodded, ruminating on the topic. "Yeah, well, I'm still
going to be the one to fix your breakfast. So... THERE!"
Merissa then extended her tongue toward me in a playful gesture.

"The boss has spoken," I relented, sliding onto one of the
tall stools that lined the kitchen counter. "But for the record,
one of these days, I'm going to be the one who fixes breakfast
for you. You know how much I enjoy cooking for everyone."

"I do." She paused, tracing a pattern on the counter. "I'm
sure once you get Lexi pregnant again Jeremy - IF that ever
happens, at this rate - and I go back to work myself, she and I
trade places, Lexi will let you fix ALL the food you want. She
is not quite the avid cook like I am. Used to be, but not now."

"Oh, I'm going to get Lexi pregnant again," I vowed.

"You've been saying that since the beginning of July. It's
the end of October, buster, and there's no baby in her belly."
Merissa dropped her tone to sincerity. "Oh, don't look at me
that way, Jeremy. I know it will happen eventually. Any day
now, I expect Lexi to say that she's pregnant."

Indeed, the current goal for our little family was for me to
get Alexa pregnant once again. She and I already had a son in
Cooper, of course, who would turn four after the beginning of the
new year. Merissa and I had a two-year-old daughter in Madison
(Madi) as well, and a five-month-old son in Asher. My two wives
looked after all of the kids like they were their own, regardless
of whether they were the biological mother or not. They actually
split mothering duties right down the middle with all three.

After all, we were a family. A unique family, but a family.

Speaking of the kids, there was a noise off in the distance
and, as if on cue, Merissa knelt down and extended both arms.
Madison came rumbling into the kitchen a few seconds later and
immediately jumped into her mother's arms for a mutual bear hug.
"Hi sweetie!" Merissa greeted, rocking her about somewhat. "Did
you and Cooper have fun playing with your toys downstairs?"

"That LOUD music Mommy was playing scare you at all?" I asked.

But when Madison looked my way, she broke off from Merissa and
promptly hurried toward me for another spirited hug. I swept her
up into my arms and peppered my young daughter's face and forehead
with kisses, and found myself laughing at the same time.

Not to be outdone, Cooper then rushed into the kitchen with a
loud, boisterous roar of his own.

"Hi bud!" I said to him. "Hi!"

He ran over to Merissa and hopped into her lap. "I go school
today?" Cooper asked in his customary three-year-old babble,
before waving a quick hand my way.

Merissa nodded. "You sure do. Daddy and I are going to drop
you off at preschool at nine o'clock and then we'll be back at
noon to pick you up." She gave him an overly dramatic sigh and
patted his knees with both hands. "Afterwards, we're taking you
and Madi, and Asher, to _Crayola Cafe_ for lunch!"

Cooper's blue eyes lit up with sheer wonder. "_Crayola Cafe_?
Mommy gonna be there too?"

Merissa pouted momentarily. "No honey, Mommy will still be at
work. But guess WHAT? After we finish with lunch, we're going
to stop at one of your FAVORITE places - _Legoland_."

With that news, Cooper was nearly beside himself now with
extreme toddler joy. "Yegoyand? Coooool!"

"Aunt Merissa is going to fix us some pancakes for breakfast
first and then we'll be getting you off to preschool, buddy," I
told my son. "You going to be good for your teacher today?"

Cooper nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yes Daddy, I am."
He then looked back at Merissa. "Happy birthday, Aunt Mawlissa."

"My birthday was yesterday, silly!" she reminded him. "It's
over now! Won't have another one until next year. But THANK YOU
anyway for saying it again, being such a sweet boy." She hugged
and doted on him some more. "Oh, you're so cute, Cooper! So
cute! I love how you say my name - Mawlissa. Say it again!"

"Aunt Mawlissa."

I tilted my head and focused on Madison, who was still snug in
my arms. "Hey chick. What's the good word today?"

"Apple!" she merrily told me, dramatically waving a finger and
pointing at her mouth. Hmmmmm. Time to slice her up an apple...

Merissa soon set to work on preparing the first batch of thick
and fluffy pancakes, enjoying my company from nearby.

"If you lost the t-shirt and shorts as you cooked," I said
quietly, my chin resting on my hand as I dreamily gazed at my
young wife, "I honestly would not complain. Not a peep."

Merissa turned around and raised an eyebrow at me. Cooper and
Madison were in the nearby living room now, playing with toys, and
Asher was dozing in his automated rocking bassinet.

I held up both hands in defense. "I'm just being honest. And
a little selfish too, I suppose."

"Cooking in the buff is not advised with three little ones
around." Merissa went to the adjacent dining room and set down
some pancakes drizzled with red velvet and cream cheese on a
pair of plates. "Cooper, Madi... breakfast is ready!"

"Oh, wow," I said to Madison once she settled in at the table
and eyed her plate curiously a moment later. "That pancake looks
SO delicious! Daddy is so jealous of you, baby."

"You want some... mine?"

I laughed at Cooper. "No, buddy. You eat your pancake. Aunt
Merissa is going to fix up another batch for me and her. But
THANK YOU. Thank you so much for offering, Cooper. That's so
thoughtful of you to offer to help out your tired, old, hungry...
Dad." I watched Merissa until she went back into the kitchen.
"You and Lexi still plan on going out tomorrow with your friends?"

"Yeppers. Sarah, Mandy, Gionna, Kenzie, hopefully Pamela."

"It will be good for you and Lexi to get out of the house for
a while and have some fun." I had no issue watching the kids for
how ever long Merissa and Alexa wanted to stay out. I knew they
needed time away from the house, no matter how happy we were. It
was good for both of them (especially Merissa since she was a
stay-at-home mom and spent the bulk of her time here). "I like it
you have a group of friends and do things with them regularly."

"I have no idea what all of us are going to do tomorrow, except
that we are meeting up at _Perky's Cafe_ for coffee and breakfast.
We will figure out the rest of our day from there."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Nothing at all wrong with
starting your day at Perky's." Ahhhhh, the little cafe and diner
in Basehor, Kansas where I first met Lexi some seven years ago...

Merissa laughed as well. "Right?" Still in the kitchen and
out of my sight, she kept talking, "The Chiefs don't play until
Monday night this week, right? They play the Broncos at home?"

"Yup."

As a native to the Kansas City area, I was extremely loyal to
the two local professional sports teams - the Chiefs and the Royals.
I remember watching both football and baseball as far back as 1980,
when I was just six. I used to have season tickets for both teams
and never missed attending a single Chiefs' game from 1997 to 2009.

The Chiefs, by the way, were off to a decent start so far in
this 2017 season. They were tied for the best record in the AFC
at 5-2, but had a tough division game coming up against a hated
archrival in the Broncos. Oh, those nasty Broncos! But despite
their success thus far, I was well versed enough in sports (and
the Chiefs' tendency to repeatedly fail in the postseason) not to
start making Super Bowl plans just yet. After all, both of their
losses were in the previous two weeks. But hey, if the Royals
could win the World Series in 2015 - which they did - then it was
certainly not out of the realm of possibility that the Chiefs win
the Super Bowl too and take home the Lombardi Trophy this season.

Right?

"You going to watch the game with Lexi's dad in Overland Park
like you usually do? We going to Bob and Angela's that night?"

"Probably. This will be the third primetime game for the
Chiefs this month. It's really rough on the kids, but you know
Bob and I have to continue our tradition of watching the Chiefs
whenever they are on television at his house. It's been that way
since Lexi and I first met each other in 2010. Well, except the
one or two times a year Bob, Lexi and I go to a game together.
Or I go to a game with Mike or Cooper."

"The kids will be fine. They can fall asleep in Lexi's old
bedroom. They like it there." Merissa paused and added, "I
always love visiting with Angela. I don't know of anyone who is
happier that the three of us are all married to each other than
her. She's always been so supportive of us. Angela is like... a
super awesome mom for Lexi. Just totally awesome."

I focused on Cooper and smiled brightly at him. "What are you
most looking forward today at preschool?"

"I play on the slide."

"On the SLIDE?" I offered up an open-mouthed gasp.

"Yes!"

"You going to be a really good listener for your teacher?"

He nodded. "Yeah!"

"And you won't take toys out of other people's hands?"

"Yeah..." Cooper responded, somewhat tentatively. He suddenly
brought both fists to his shoulders and began flapping his arms.
"I'm a monkey! Oooh oooh oooh, ahhh ahhh ahhh!"

"Hot, hot, hot!" Madison suddenly exclaimed, finally taking a
bite of her breakfast meal for the first time.

"Let me blow on it for you, honey," I said, quickly sliding the
plate away from her. "Oh... you okay? You okay?" I reached out
and lovingly cradled her chin. "Was that an owwy? This shouldn't
be hot, but I'll blow on it, cool it down some for you. Okay?"

She eagerly nodded her head at me.

Soon, Merissa brought two more plates of delicious pancakes
into the dining room and took a seat next to me at the table,
then turned inward. "Breakfast is served, baby."

I dug into my pancakes like a starving lunatic.

Merissa sat back in her chair and smiled at me. "I'm glad you
like them so much. It's one of the many culinary gifts that have
been passed down to me by Grandma Sally... may God rest her soul."

"Grandma Sally definitely knew her way around the kitchen."

"She would be happy to know that you think so, Jeremy. Was
always cooking in the kitchen and testing new recipes. And while
I don't mean to get off topic, but you have cream cheese sauce on
the side of your mouth right now." Merissa smiled at the look of
embarrassment that flashed across my face mid-bite.

"Of course," I said, sinking. I set down the fork and grabbed
my napkin. I took several quick passes at my cheek, which I was
assured would solve the situation without any further issue.

Merissa grinned, but then shook her head at me sympathetically.

"No? I didn't get it?"

"No."

"Story of my life. Of course not." A sigh. "I'll be back."

Merissa held up a hand. "No, no, no, I can help." She leaned
over and very lightly licked the sauce from my cheek. With her
tongue, no less. Undaunted, I picked up a glob of cream cheese
from my morning plate and wiped it on the other side of my face.

"Oh, you're bad," Merissa swooned, leaning in happily to repeat
the gesture. "Cooper, Madi, Daddy is bad. Really, really bad."
Just as she pulled away from my cheek, though, Merissa swooped in
again and caught my mouth with a kiss. An incredibly nice and
thorough one, too. I sank into the sensation immediately, feeling
it flow to even the deepest reaches of my soul. I smiled against
Merissa's mouth as I felt a firm tug on the belt at my waistline.
Obviously, I wasn't alone in the sentiment of going back to bed.

But as the parents of young children, that wasn't happening now.

"Aunt Mawlissa!" Cooper blurted out once he was finished with
his breakfast meal, "I gotta play _Candy Land_!"

"Oh!" she said in response. "You want me to play with you?"

"Yeah."

Merissa shrugged her shoulders. "Whomever wins gets to have
all the candy they want after dinner tonight? Is that the deal?"

"YEAH!" Cooper liked the sound of that.

"Let me finish my food, honey, and I'll play with you. I think
we should let Madi and Daddy play with us, too."

I put my arm around Merissa and told the kids, "We'll team up,
her and I, and we'll take the two of you on." I offered a truly
outrageous, exaggerated laugh. A diabolical laugh, even. "We
will win! All the candy for MEEEEE!" Madison squealed and shook
her head, not liking the sound of that one bit. She was so cute!

Becoming a husband and eventually a father over the past several
years had made me learn that the thing which was most important in
life was love. Not money. Not status. Not anything else. Just
love. It took precedence over everything else.

All I wanted to do was bring my little family - my two wives,
my three children - into my arms and hold them. I took solace in
the fact that no matter what happened in the future, none of us
would ever let go of one another. All that was in front of us
was a beautiful lifetime, and we were going to spend it together.

As a family.

* * *

"Hey babe. What would you say if I had a surprise for you?"

Much later in the day, after going out and deep into the evening,
I heard an all-too-familiar female voice behind me. When I glanced
back over my shoulder, I found my other 26-year-old wife sporting a
huge grin upon her face. I turned and dropped my arms to my sides,
then tilted my head to hear Alexa better over the loud rock music
pumping through the speakers here in our downstairs home gym.

"What?"

"A surprise!" Alexa spoke at a much higher volume than normal
so she could be heard. "We have a big one lined up for you."

"We?" I lifted my arm to wipe the perspiration off of my
forehead and tried to catch my breath. My chest, arms and legs
were all burning from the hard workout she had just interrupted.
Alexa was very dedicated into the idea of physical fitness - she
had been employed as an instructor at various health clubs for
the past five years - and had been pushing for me to train more
with weights in recent months. A lot more, in fact. I was wisely
heeding Alexa's advice, which in turn made her very happy. A
happy wife meant a happy life for me, yes? "You know I don't care
for surprises, Lexi," I added, turning the music down and eventually
off. There, much quieter. "I like a set routine. I'm a creature
of habit. I hate for my normal routine to be interrupted."

"Okay, well..." Alexa spoke slowly and took a deep breath
before words rushed out of her mouth like the turbulent rapids on
the nearby Kansas River. "In that case, whatever I show you in
the next few minutes, promise me that you won't be mad."

I stared at her blankly for a few seconds. "WHAT did YOU do?"

"Nothing." Alexa's response was quick and immediate as her
shining, bliss-blue eyes widened with veiled innocence.

"Nothing?" My tone conveyed that I was not at all convinced.


"I didn't DOOOOO anything." She lifted her right index finger
up in the air to emphasize her point. "Technically."

"Technically?" I parroted.

"Yes," Alexa maintained, dipping her head in a swift nod before
adding, once again, "Technically."

My breathing was still uneven and labored as I attempted to get
to the bottom of this. "Then why am I going to be mad at you?"

"You're not!" she shouted with a bit too much enthusiasm for
my liking. Her smile was so broad now, it reached both sides of
her face as she grabbed at straws, rather futilely, to make her
case. "Because you promised you wouldn't be."

"I didn't promise anything," I corrected her.

"Okay." She stuck her pinky finger in my face. "Then promise."

"Pinky promise?" I exclaimed, chuckling. I was well aware that
when they were younger and growing up just three houses apart in
Overland Park, the pinky promise was the go-to test of trust and
loyalty between Alexa and our mutual wife, Merissa. The two ladies
did not do it much anymore, obviously being much older and more
mature, and neither had pulled this stunt on me in well over a
year. Thus, it still meant something when they did.

On a side note, this was actually the first time I had seen
Alexa all day. She went to work before I woke up this morning,
as noted earlier, and her shift at the health club ended four
hours ago at 3:00pm. She called me shortly thereafter and said
that she had an errand to run, and would be home a bit later on.
I had not seen her since falling asleep last evening.

I stepped closer to Alexa and crossed my arms as I raised an
eyebrow. I was happy to see her, of course, but was curious what
she was up to. "You're pulling out the big guns. The vaunted
pinky promise, huh? This must be serious."

Her lips pursed into a tight, restricted line. So gorgeous.

Sweat dripped down my back as I raised my forearm to show her
that I was wearing gloves, thus making her childhood tradition an
impossibility. "No way I'm taking these off."

"Fine." Alexa dropped her outstretched little finger to her
side with so much force, a swoosh of air fanned along my face.

"What's going on, Lekki?" Since she was pulling out the big
guns from her childhood, I figured that I should too, using a
nickname that she hated from when she and Merissa were kids.

My goal was to irritate Alexa enough to spur a reaction. She
needed to get on with whatever it was that she wanted to say. Not
because I was actually worried that Alexa had done something I
would be upset about. I simply wanted to get back to my workout.

But instead of copping an attitude like I hoped, Alexa fidgeted
with the lower end of her cashmere sweater as she cast her eyes
down to the floor. "Well... see... umm..."

When she did not take the bait, nervousness crawled its way up
my spine. Her behavior was so unlike the determined, headstrong
woman I had married back in May 2011. Alexa never acted like
this. She radiated confidence and self-assurance. Alexa was a
smart, funny, no-drama girl who lived in cut-offs and jeans and
was not afraid of anything, let alone admitting something to me.
Seeing her so unsure of herself right now was not a good sign.

"Just say it!" I demanded, suddenly taking this conversation a
little more seriously than I had been. "What's going on?"

Alexa started to say something, but before any words hit the
airwaves, Merissa appeared from literally out of nowhere and
presented me with a precious, little bundle of joy in her hands.

There was a long pause. This was something unexpected.

"A kitten?" I groaned at the cuteness factor. THIS was the
surprise that may upset me? "Oh... Lexi. A kitten!"

A little, tiny fluffball of fur who was probably just a few
weeks old, and definitely not even a full pound in weight. I
already knew it was a tabby, with gray and black swirled fur,
and a few patches of white. Merissa cuddled it within her palms.

"When I got off of work earlier," Alexa said to me, "I was
getting into my car in the parking lot outside the health club
and I heard a squeaking noise. I had no idea what it was, but I
was curious, and began looking around. Then I saw a tiny animal
lying motionless in the grass." Alexa pouted as she added, "It
was this sweet, adorable kitten, drenched in rain water, with its
little front paws splayed out, barely breathing."

I took my gloves off and reached out to pet the kitten. He (or
she) seemed receptive toward my lone, extended finger.

"I saw the kitten and at first thought it was dead. But then I
realized that the noise was coming from her." Alexa leaned over
and nuzzled her nose across the feline's face as Merissa continued
to hold and cuddle with it. Behind them, Cooper and Madison were
looking on curiously. "I picked the kitten up and put her in my
baseball cap trying everything I could to keep her from fading.
She seemed dangerously cold and I did my best to keep her warm. I
put her in the car and cranked the heat all the way up."

"I went right to the pet store and bought her a bag of kitten
food, and she scarfed it down right inside my Royals' cap," Alexa
continued. "It seemed to give her a burst of energy and she
crawled out of my hat and wanted to explore the inside of my car.
But her legs kept giving out from underneath her because she was
still so weak, and I decided to take her to the veterinarian."

"They checked her out and said she's suffering from hypothermia
and has mites in her ears and, despite the vet's guesstimate that
she's six to eight weeks old, she only weighs 14 ounces. Clearly
an abandoned kitten, or a lost stray. And extremely malnourished.
They wrapped her in some heated blankets and even put her on a
ventilator to provide warm air for her lungs, and gave me ear
drops to take home for the mites."

"Once she got warmed up, her motor coordination came back and
she even began playing with toys just like a normal kitten. The
vet thinks she will be fine, but I need to keep a close eye on
her the next few days and take her back if there are any issues."

"Mommy! Aunt Mawlissa!" Cooper whined, hopping about and
extending both arms upward. "Can I... hold kitty? PLEASE?"
Madison had both arms up as well, wanting the same thing.

"Not right now, sweetie," Merissa advised him. "Kitty is
really weak and tired, and needs some peace and quiet."

"But I want to HOLD HER!" Cooper exclaimed, throwing a fit.

"Hey!" I scolded him. "Settle down."

"She fell asleep in the palm of my hand," Alexa mewed at me.
"She was crying; calling out for help, and I... I heard her..."

I already knew where this was going.

"You want to keep the kitten?" was my simple question for Alexa.
"Don't you?" In response, Alexa sniffled her nose and nodded her
head. She looked remorseful. This was actually a very big step
for her, a lot greater than most people would think.

At the tender age of four, some 22 years ago, Alexa went to the
animal shelter with her mother, Angela, and instantly fell in love
with a kitten named Matt. 1995. The shelter refused to sell Matt
to them, though, because he was very weak and sickly. But Angela
was persistent because she knew he was the one her daughter wanted.

A week later, after some coaxing, Matt went to his forever home
with Alexa. Her mom convinced the shelter to let them take the cat
home. Alexa says it was one of the happiest days of her life.

Alexa often spoke of when she was growing up, Matt would lounge
on her pillow after school and patiently listen to her ramble on
about all of the ups and downs in her life, the heartache of
breakups, typical girl drama and classroom bullies. He also liked
to sleep on her pillow at night. For 22 years, Matt was more than
a cat. He was a constant, main fixture in Alexa's life, a great
friend. Many even referred to him as Alexa's little brother.
They had been together for literally her entire life.

Of course, Matt transitioned to his new home, right here in
Lake Quivira, once Alexa moved in with me (and we were later
married) in 2011. How many times had I watched them play fetch
together? Matt loved to jump into the bubble bath, knock cups of
water off of the counter and, in recent years, kept our two family
dogs - Izzy and Teddy - in line. If I was ever talking too much,
personally, Matt would quiet me with a paw on my mouth.

A few months ago, at the end of July 2017, our little family
came home one afternoon from a trip to the playground for the kids,
but Matt did not greet us at the front door like he routinely did.
Alexa tracked her beloved life-long companion down and found him
lying underneath the bed acting really sluggish, not his normal
self. Since he was a senior cat at age 22, we did not want to risk
waiting, so we took him to the veterinarian immediately.

Once there, Matt tested positive for feline leukemia.

Cancer.

It was in an advanced stage.

We were able to get Matt a transfusion and were told it would
give him a week or two longer to be with us. Alexa went into a
panic, naturally, but we used the next 16 days to spoil Matt even
more than normal until that night when he just could not catch
his breath. On August 15, 2017 - just six days after Alexa's own
26th birthday celebration - we tried to take Matt to the animal
hospital. Alexa cuddled in the backseat with him. But before
we even made it to Overland Park, Matt passed away in her arms.

He was gone.

It hurt us all so much.

Especially Alexa.

But as I looked at my wife now, in the current time, she took
the little kitten from Merissa she had rescued earlier in the day
from a horrible fate and cradled it to her shoulder with a single
palm. Of course Alexa wanted to keep it! Was there any doubt?
Despite the tear running down her cheek and the ongoing sniffles -
no doubt being reminded of Matt - Alexa offered the fragile,
fluffy, little kitten a kiss on the side of its head. I heard a
faint meow of gratitude. So, so sweet. Alexa had found a new
addition for our family and was clearly in love. All that was
missing were silly cartoon hearts floating around her head.

The kitten, obviously, was in love too. It had not taken its
eyes off of Alexa since entering the exercise room.

"Why would you think that I would be upset about you bringing a
kitten you rescued home?"

"I don't know," Alexa told me. At the same time, Cooper and
Madison continued protesting in the background for not being able
to hold the kitten. Cooper, inparticular, was throwing a wild
temper tantrum about it. "I thought it may be too close to Matt's
passing, and you would be upset. I'm not sure I'm ready myself.
But I... I just couldn't give this kitty up. She called out for
help, and I... I heard her... for a reason. I believe that."

"You have such a big heart. God, I love you," Merissa said,
swooping an arm around Alexa's shoulder and kissing her soundly.
"Oh, I love you so much!" It was like watching the end of a
romance movie playing out in real life before my very eyes.

"I love you too, Rissa," Alexa returned, using one of her
wife's common nicknames.

And this was not an isolated scene around here. Ever since
Merissa and Alexa took the next step in their unique, life-long
friendship by falling in love and then becoming intimate in the
summer of 2014, the honeymoon phase for them - for us - had yet to
cease. Fortunately, as their husband, I was along for the ride.

When Merissa pulled away from Alexa, the smile across Alexa's
face spread from ear to ear and, unlike the one she had a few
moments before, this smile was genuine. She and Merissa were
absolutely perfect together. They were made for each other. I
was so happy that Merissa had stepped in and made my marriage
with Alexa a three-way union. With everything she had been
through thus far in her young life, Merissa definitely deserved
all of the love and joy the world had to offer her.

This particular decision for me was quite simple. "If you want
to have another cat, Lexi honey, then so do I." I again stroked
the feline's face. It seemed grateful, not tentative at all.
Definitely full of more energy and life than the way Alexa
described it having when she first found it outside of her work
earlier today. "Pretty kitty. You have a name yet?"

"Lucy," Merissa answered.

Alexa nodded. "She looks like a Lucy. That's her name. We
decided on it a few minutes ago."

"I WANT TO HOLD LUCY!" Cooper roared. "MOMMY! MOMMYYYYY!..."

"You're okay with us keeping her?"

I chuckled at Alexa. "Of course I am."

"Thank you, Jeremy," she responded, kissing me on the cheek.
"Cooper, Madi... if you two will settle down, I'm going to take
Lucy upstairs and you can hold her for a bit. But only if you
settle down, and behave. And stop the crying. After that, it
will soon be time for the two of you to go to bed."

"You have to be really sweet and gentle with Lucy," Merissa
advised the two toddlers, who had already ditched the exercise
room and were following Alexa up the steps in our home. "You
cannot chase her around like you do with Izzy and Teddy."

Merissa exited the room as well, but returned mere seconds
later with our youngest child, five-month-old Asher, hitched in
her arms. She splayed angel kisses all over his face and head,
then offered me a glittering smile.

"I'm glad Lexi seems ready to allow another cat into her life,"
she mused. "Lexi loved Matt so much, but really, all animsls in
general. Just like me." Merissa smiled again. "I've been nudging
Lexi to go to the humane society with me for the past couple of
weeks so we could see about adopting a new cat. This is perfect."

"If you went to the humane society, you would adopt every single
cat there," I told Merissa. "Or at least you would try."

"Every dog, too," she confessed.

* * *

The following morning, Alexa and Merissa were off to spend some
time with their friends, starting with breakfast at _Perky's Cafe_
(and then who knows what), which left me home and solely in charge
of the kids. Fortunately, Cooper and Madison had been on their
best behavior thus far today, and were now in the living room
keeping busy with some crayons and coloring books on the floor.
Me? I was taking a little tour of certain parts of our home,
which I had now lived in since 2003, with a relaxed, gurgling and
half-asleep Asher swaddled up nice and snug within my arms.

When the relationship with my original fiancee (Suzi) came
crashing down a year later in 2004, thus leaving my life in
shambles at that point, I tore down all of the photographs and
decor she had put up, rendering the house drab and emotionless.
Walls were left barren and there was nothing but plain colors. I
did not want to be reminded of Suzi ever again because she had
cheated on me. I could not bear to even think of her. Yet at
the same time, I ultimately decided to keep the house I had
purchased with her in mind. I loved it too much. Plus, I had
dreamed of living here in Lake Quivira for well over a decade.

I never was one for things that popped, all that pizzaz and
flashy decor, so the interior of the house stayed pretty much the
same for the next several years. Original and bare. I was not
against nice, _pretty things_ being on the walls or the counter
tops, but it was not something I would do on my own. Honestly,
as long as I had a roof over my head, I was fine. I never felt
ashamed or embarrassed that the house had no personality of its
own (although a few family members would give me grief over it).

To offer you an idea, the only thing I really had on display in
my entire home back in those days was an old mirror from the 1920's
that had been passed down throughout my family over the years.
No paintings, no photographs, no popping colors. I did not even
have a rug - be it a welcome mat at the front door, or something
nice and fluffy for the washroom floor.

I had... nothing.

Just the house itself.

But then, I met Alexa in 2010. With the way our relationship
was fast-tracked to being married in less than a year, Alexa took
it upon herself to forever change my home into her very own image.
I told her that she had free reign to do whatever she wanted.

Alexa did just that, starting before she even moved in.

When in the gated community of Lake Quivira in western Kansas,
what was there not to love about the beautiful terrain, the
refreshing crisp air, and the extraordinary transformation of
leaf colors here in the autumn season? Entering the home, which
looked like a log cabin on the outside, the foyer was quite wide
and there was enough space to incorporate a game such as cards or,
a family favorite, _Pictionary_, or simply kick back and enjoy the
views. Seating included four accent chairs with rich upholstery
fabric in tones of deep browns, greens, beige and a touch of blue,
and depicted images of dogs, cats, deer, and a log cabin. These
chairs were one of Alexa's original purchases back in 2011.

The bird dog print that hung in the background and the metal-art
light fixtures were the perfect compliment for the foyer. Further
inside, the sofa and chairs were in a deep, chocolate-brown leather.
Pillows on the sofa matched the rich tones seen on the chairs in the
foyer while an accent rug with cayenne red, sage green, eggplant and
mustard tones enlivened the whole space even more.

A large kitchen island provided plenty of workspace while bar
stools with cast-iron ornamental frames and leather seats offered
seating at the island. The reds, oranges and greens brought in
through the curtains, plants and kitchen accessories perked up this
spacious room and even made it incredibly cheerful. Everything felt
warm and inviting with colorful concepts. Perhaps Alexa should have
chosen a career as an interior decorator instead?

Reaching down, with Asher still in my arms, I trailed my fingers
along the dark stitching on the arm of my favorite reclining chair
that faced the fireplace, made of stacked stone and detailed with a
wooden mantel. I crossed the living room, glancing down at Cooper
and Madison (both of whom seemed enthralled coloring), and then
scanned the books on the shelves. Alexa and Merissa both loved to
read. Merissa, in fact, once worked at a library. We even had a
small side room that had been turned into a home library of its own.

On the middle shelf, there stood a framed collage, a mish-mash,
of smaller photographs. I picked it up to get a closer look. The
top left corner was of a girls' high school softball team all
wearing the same blue uniforms. My eye, of course, was immediately
drawn to Alexa. She had her arm slung around Merissa in this
photograph taken all the way back in spring 2006. They were 14.

On the top right corner was a snap of Alexa and her parents,
Bob and Angela, taken on her fifth birthday in 1996 at an indoor
playground for children. Angela looked very similar to how Alexa
does right now, minus the difference in hair (brunette to blonde).
Even more surprising was how much Cooper reminded me of Alexa when
she was a toddler too. Our son had very good genes.

Clustered in the center of the collage were several pictures of
my own family. One of my mom and dad in front of their Christmas
tree taken in recent years. One of my oldest brother Hudson when
he was playing football in college. Another was of my other
brother (Carl) and yours truly taken in 1979 when I was just five
myself. My sister, Janae, when she was married in 1988. My dad
and I, along with Uncle Terry, from 1987. Lastly, one of my dear,
beloved cousin Brooke and I fishing together in 1984 when I was
ten. That photograph usually brought a tear to my eye...

To the bottom right was a shot of six-year-old Merissa and her
parents, along with her two brothers, taken in 1997. Death was
rampant and unavoidable; Merissa's father (Rick) died of a heart
attack in 1999 when he was just 40, and her youngest brother
(Colton) perished in a motorcycle accident in 2015 at age 19.
Looking at this particular photograph always made me incredibly
sad because I knew how much Merissa wished her entire family
could be together again. Alexa and I wished it, too. Merissa
missed her father so much, and it nearly crushed her when Colton
had his accident two years ago and forever lost his life.

Likewise, my own father suffered a stroke earlier this spring
and died later that evening. Words cannot describe the void...

But the photograph on the bottom left was my personal favorite.
It was from the evening of March 31, 2015 - the night Merissa
married both Alexa and yours truly. The picture was of Alexa and
Merissa in their lush bridal gowns at our dual wedding reception.
Alexa's head was thrown back with laughter as Merissa appeared to
be threatening with her a piece of wedding cake to the face. My
two wives looked so happy, so vibrant. Warmth spread in my chest.

When I set the frame back down, I noticed a Polaroid stuck
between two books. I tugged at the corner and when I pulled it
out, all of the air left my lungs in a rush. I had never seen
this picture before. Staring up at me, I quickly realized, was
15-year-old Alexa sitting on Merissa's lap in a hospital bed.
This was from 2007 when Alexa spent six weeks at Children's
Hospital in Kansas City after coming within an eyelash of dying
due to anorexia and the havoc it caused on her bodily organs.
In the photograph, Merissa's arms were wrapped around Alexa's
neck and she was kissing her cheek. They looked so... innocent.

Tears began forming within my eyes as Alexa being in such dire
pain, of wanting to hold her in my arms back then (even though we
had yet to meet), to give her strength, comfort, of wishing I
could look into her eyes and assure her that everything would be
all right, came crashing down on me. She was in that jail cell
of a hospital bed for six whole weeks and it was, by far, the
darkest time of her entire life. Again, I had never seen this
photograph before. I felt the weight of its image and wiped my
eyes at the thought of how things would be different right now
if Alexa did not make it out of that hospital alive. I looked
over at Cooper and Madison, still coloring, creating their art.
My mouth twitched. Neither would be in my life. Nor Asher.

Merissa, too.

I vigorously shook my head and tried to cleanse those evil,
wicked thoughts. Life was too short to dwell on _what ifs_. I
gently bopped my forehead against the nearby wall, taking a
moment. Needing a moment, in fact. Life, too short...

"What's that, Daddy?" came Cooper's voice, the only thing which
actually pulled me from the doldrums. I looked down and noticed
his eyes full of worry as he stood before me now, a single finger
outstretched and pointed at the photograph in my hand. Cooper
could tell that I was upset, so in turn, he was upset too.

I scooped him up with one arm and kissed his cheek, putting on
a front. Asher was still hitched in my other arm. "Oh, how is
my favorite three-year-old boy?" There was no need to bring
Cooper down with my worries or thoughts. I held the photograph
before him and mused, "Look, buddy. Do you know who that is?
That's Mommy and Aunt Merissa when they were growing up together.
Look. Aunt Merissa is hugging Mommy from behind."

"That Mommy? Where were they?" he asked, curious.

"Oh, I don't know." The hospital, obviously, but I was not
going to tell him that. It may upset him. "Maybe Aunt Merissa's
bedroom from when she was growing up?"

"Mommy look... scared," he said, tugging at my heartstrings.

"I got an idea," I offered, whisking the Polaroid out of his
view and back onto the shelf where I originally found it. Bad
idea showing it to him. "How about I take you, Madi and Asher
into Lucy's room so we can all visit with her a bit?"

"Kitty?" Cooper responded, his blue eyes lighting up like a
Christmas tree. At the same time, Madison's head darted up from
where she had been coloring on the floor.

"Yes. Kitty," I confirmed, and suddenly Cooper hopped down from
my clutches and bounced around in joy. Lucy, the tiny kitten Alexa
brought home yesterday, had spent the night and all morning locked
up in the bedroom which would eventually become Madison's once we
finally decided to split her and Cooper up. It was common practice
when bringing a new cat or kitten home for the first time. Keep
the feline in a _starter room_ for the first 24 to 48 hours, away
from everyone else with only brief visits, and otherwise plenty of
peace and quiet. Let nerves settle and allow an opportunity to
acclimate to their new surroundings, a new universe, even. Once
Lucy began to show signs of comfort and became a bit stronger,
Alexa planned on introducing her to the rest of the house.

And our two dogs, Izzy and Teddy.

But Merissa was assured that would not be a problem, because
Izzy and Teddy, she said, liked to think they were cats themselves.
They got that from Matt being the ruler of the house since they
first arrived here as tiny puppies four years ago. Matt had
definitely been in charge of them, ruling with an iron paw.

"See Lucy!" Madison chirped, rumbling over to us and tossing
her arms into the air with happiness. "I want!"

"Follow me, then," I said.

I should also point out, for those interested, that Lucy was
doing much better this morning than she was just last evening.
Alexa and Merissa went into the extra bedroom before leaving to
be with their friends and checked on her. They spent 30 minutes
playing with Lucy and topped off her bowls of food and water.
Lucy was gaining strength in her legs and could now walk around
in short bursts. She was a lot more vocal than last night, my
wives informed me, and seemed grateful to have been rescued.

I guess it just goes to show you what a warm roof over your
head and lots of tender, loving care can do for a person or, in
this case, even a cat. Lucy was thriving. I knew the feeling.
Alexa may have rescued Lucy yesterday, but she did the same thing
for me seven years ago when we first met and then fell in love...

* * *

Fresh, brisk air whipped over my face as branches crunched and
sand sifted beneath my feet. I strained to make my legs move
faster as classic Guns N' Roses music (my favorite) blasted through
my earbuds. What a wonderful night for a run around the lake!

The sun had already set on this Saturday evening and the high
temperature for the day had dropped 25 degrees from where it was
at one point just last week. Fall was definitely here. I was
hoping that this after-dark run around Lake Quivira itself would
clear my mind. Some people dreaded the idea of exercising, putting
forth that effort. Not me. I loved it. I was lifting weights on
a semi-regular basis now and was pushing my body to the limit with
this hard, rigorous run. It felt both cathartic and therapeutic.

Some people meditate and I tried that in the past as well, but my
brain would not shut off. Exercise, I had found, did that for me.
It gave my brain a break. As a primary care physician with a long
list of patients, many of whom were elderly, I was constantly
thinking about their well-being. My mind was inundated with ideas
for treatment and new medications that were constantly popping up
on the market. At the end of the day, my concern for the patient
had to be paramount, and it was also worth exploring the effects
that these choices would have on them in my free time. Fortunately,
Alexa and Merissa understood that, and never had a problem with it.

Even though I was working far less hours now compared to when
before Cooper was born, I still struggled to maintain a healthy
work-life balance. It was a daily battle. There was a tremendous
amount of tension between being a balanced, content physician who
enjoyed pursuing interests outside of work and being an extremely
driven workaholic - vital to be a successful doctor - who sacrificed
family time and other hobbies in order to care for their patients.

Trust me, I knew all too well.

The final lap I ran around the majestic, sprawling lake here in
our hometown I shifted gears mentally, and thought about the _girls
day out_ that Alexa and Merissa shared with their friends. One of
them was Pamela, who was five months pregnant and married to my
own best friend and a fellow doctor, Mike. He and Pamela were
going to have a baby girl and name her Alexis in honor of Alexa,
who helped them meet a few years ago. This morning, the ladies
met for breakfast and then spent the majority of the day shopping
at the mall, ending with a pampering session at the salon and spa,
which included manicures and pedicures. Good for them, I say.

When I arrived back home, sweat was pouring down my back. I
stopped on the front porch to catch my breath, placing both hands
on my hips and letting my head fall back as I closed my eyes. I
felt good, energized. Ready to tackle anything!

"Knock, knock," I said as I then opened the front door and
found Merissa relaxing in the living room on the big sofa with
Asher cradled close in her arms. She was nursing him.

"Hey baby," Merissa greeted me, holding up a small plate of
pink and blue cookies that were a leftover from her birthday
party two nights ago. "Last chance to claim a cookie before I
hand these off to Izzy and Teddy so they can devour them."

"No thanks," I countered, slipping out of my running shoes and
leaving them near the door. I rarely wore shoes around the house.
Alexa would screech and give me the evil eye if I did. "You've
been trying, Miss Merissa, to pawn those cookies off on me since
Thursday evening. Do you not like them, or something?"

"Are you kidding?" Merissa set the tray on the end table and
took a bite out of a cookie. "I'm pawning them off because I
can't stop eating them. I really need to give these to the dogs.
It won't bother or upset them at all."

I glanced around the entire area. "Where's Lexi?" At the same
time, I snagged a cookie after all and chomped it down quickly.

"Cooper woke up after we put him and Madi down for the night
earlier, acting a bit cranky. So Lexi and Cooper are parked in
front of the big television downstairs right now, watching --"

"_Toy Story 3_," I said in unison with Merissa.

Since we bought that children's movie earlier this year on DVD,
Cooper had literally watched it a million times. Even when we went
to visit Merissa's family in Georgia back in July, Cooper watched
the movie four times on Alexa's laptop computer in the minivan.
Not only did he love the movie, but he was fascinated by it.

"I think I'm going to take a shower." First, however, I went
over to the sofa and shared a kiss with Merissa, then planted
another kiss atop Asher's head. He was a happy baby, nursing.

On my way out of the living room, however, a sharp, terrible
pain pierced the bottom of my foot and I violently cursed beneath
my breath as I hopped on my opposite foot and somehow juggled my
smartphone and bottled water simultaneously. FUCK! Oh, that pain
was INTENSE, and so totally unexpected.

Hearing the commotion, Merissa turned to look over the back of
the sofa with concern. "JEREMY! Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Lego," came my one word, hiss-filled response.

"Oh," Merissa nodded in understanding. Been there, done that.
All three of us had. Trust me when I say this to you; it FUCKING
HURTS when you step on a Lego!

My hate-hate relationship with the tiny, plastic toys that
Cooper and Madison loved playing with was common knowledge.

I limped upstairs to the master bedroom and the washroom located
within. I muttered under my breath, still angry, and decided to
forego my razor and step directly into the shower after getting rid
of my clothing. I took an extra long, hot shower, allowing my mind
the opportunity to detach once again. I had to go back to work on
Monday and, as usual, the case-load was going to be overwhelming.
All part of being a successful and respected doctor, I suppose.
Yet at the same time, I loved my job; I enjoyed helping others.

After a long day of chasing the kids around and then the hard,
powerful sprint around the lake (twice over), I thought that I was
physically exhausted. Spent. Completely, even. I would have
sworn that I had used every last ounce of strength my body had left
to give today, and curling up on the sofa to watch television for a
few hours sounded like an excellent idea. But I was wrong.

So wrong.

Adrenaline shot through me like speed in my veins as I stepped
out of the shower and found Alexa on the other side of the washroom
with a sultry, come-hither expression upon her beautiful face. I
was completely nude, of course, and her blue eyes were ravaging me.
What was she doing here? How did she sneak in undetected? And what
about Cooper? I imagined Alexa coaxed him into going back to bed?

Without a single word, Alexa stepped forward and her lips met
mine with great urgency. I wrapped my arms around my young wife
and pulled her as close to me as I possibly could. Everything
about the kiss, from the way that our lips moved against each
other to the way I held her against me in a powerful vice, was
driven by pure desperation. Raw intensity, even.

Alexa sucked my tongue as her trembling fingers traced up and
down my neck, and the sensation caused my cock to stiffen
uncontrollably. It was not very often that either Alexa or
Merissa would simply accost me out of the blue like this, with no
apparent rhyme or reason, but I was certainly not complaining. I
vibrated with sudden need as I slipped my hand underneath Alexa's
t-shirt and caressed the luscious, supple skin of her waistline.
I wanted to touch and lick every single inch of her body and, I
now convinced myself, I was going to do just that tonight.

I pulled Alexa's t-shirt up and over her head and then slid it
off entirely. It took every last bit of restraint I had not to
just rip every stitch of her clothing off of in two seconds flat.
To not let my animal instincts take over and just ransack her the
way I wanted to. But, I wasn't going to do that. I needed to
slow down, if just a tad, and enjoy the moment.

Taking my time, I broke the kiss and began peppering kisses
down Alexa's neck and across her collarbone. My lips grazed
slowly, taking care to be gentle against her quivering body. I
fought the urge to open my mouth wide and taste the sweetness of
Alexa's bare skin. Instead, I forced myself to press my mouth
against her chest and offer up delicate, little kisses.

When I reached the lace of Alexa's bra, I trailed my attentions
across the top of her gorgeous breasts, searing a path of liquid
heat with my tongue as I unhooked its clasp from behind and pulled
the straps off her shoulders and down her arms in one easy motion.

The bra fell to the tiled floor, harmlessly.

Seeing Alexa stand before me with her breasts bared and her
flat, chiseled stomach quivering ignited an even greater need
within me. "Perfect. You're so fucking perfect," I groaned,
passion threading my voice, as I bent and took her nipples into
my mouth, giving them both equal attention, sucking them between
my lips and swirling my tongue in mad circles around the buds.

With one hand on Alexa's hip and gripping tightly, anchoring
her in place, I used the other to run roughly up and down her
back and the sides of her torso. Alexa squirmed and wriggled
beneath my attention as I nipped at her tiny, hardened peaks.
Just like that, I already felt consumed by Alexa. I wanted to
touch her everywhere at once. I wanted her to feel completely
wrapped up me, and vice-versa. I wanted...

"Naked, Lexi. I want you naked. Now."

The little firecracker blonde took several paces back and bit
her lower lip, the cobalt windows to her soul staring right up
at me as she heeded my request. No, my demand. Slowly, Alexa
stepped out of her denim jeans and panties, keeping her eyes
locked squarely on mine as she kicked them off her legs.

When Alexa was finally, gloriously naked, she spun in a slow
circle and the energy between us increased ten-fold. Again, just
like that. "Is this what you wanted, Jeremy, baby?"

"God yes. And I want you in the shower with me too. Now." I
also wanted - no, NEEDED - to get her pregnant once again. She
agreed. My jaw clenched as I reached for her, but Alexa swatted
my hands away. Apparently, she had different ideas. Her eyes
raked over me, and I felt her stare like it was a touch. I moved
to pull her to me, but she put her right hand in the very center
of my chest, stopping my advance before it could even start.

"Settle down, baby," she urged me, a wicked grin upon her face.
"Always in such a hurry." Using just the tips of her fingers,
Alexa ran her hand over my chest, shoulders, arms and abdomen in
a teasing exploration. Each pass she made over my body grew a
tad bolder and more aggressive. I could clearly tell that she was
building up to something. My chest was rising and falling at the
erotic sensations her touch was arousing within me.

When Alexa leaned forward and added her mouth and lips to the
mix, I had to lock my knees to stay standing. She covered my
upper body with open-mouthed kisses and just when I was about to
spontaneously combust and become engulfed in flames from the hot,
building tension, Alexa dropped to her knees in front of me.

I looked down the terrain of my body and gasped as I saw Alexa
admiring the hard, bulging erection before her with her eyes. A
powerful pulse of anticipation shot throughout me and overtook my
entire body. Another blowjob? I could feel it pounding in my
heart, in my ears, in every single one of my muscles.

Alexa slipped her silky, ruby-red lips down the length of my
shaft and back up again. I weaved my fingers into her long and
thick, golden blonde hair, pulling my cock off of her face. It gave
me the perfect vantage point to watch Alexa as she paid homage to
my shaft with that warm, velvety mouth of hers. She took her sweet
time, of course, paying extra special attention to the raging tip
of my erection, swirling her tongue around and around. Alexa then
added her hand and began to give me a hard, furious stroking. My
eyes rolled back and I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. Soon, she
alternated between plunging my cock deep into her mouth and toying
with just its sensitive head. Finally, Alexa shifted all of her
energy and attention into sucking me off, taking more and more of
my length into her mouth until she was deep-throating me.

Alexa gagged, but that did not stop her. It never did. This
woman was like a psychotic maniac when it came to sucking cock.
She could _never_ get enough. No complaints from me, right? When
I tried to pull my hips back and alleviate the pressure somewhat,
Alexa increased the intensity that she was using as she latched
onto my backside, now holding me in place, and violently moved up
and down with a tight, unforgiving suction on my shaft.

Her insatiable hunger served to make me even harder. The fact
that she was intentionally choking herself made my libido soar.

Alexa then wrapped her right hand around the base of my cock
and followed her lips up so that either her hand or her mouth were
covering every inch of me at all times. Her palm quickly became
slick with the saliva as I felt an inevitable climax brewing.

But I wasn't ready yet.

"What are you doing?" Alexa whined with defensiveness in her
voice after I reached down and pulled her up, ending the blowjob.

"Taking you to the shower," I explained. "It's obvious that
is what you wanted, so you snuck up on me in here. Do you have
any idea what you and Merissa do..."

"Okay," she cut in, hushing me with a finger, her lips turning
up into a seductive, naughty smile. She opened her mouth and
stretched her sore jaws momentarily. "Less talk, more action."

"Action, huh?" I playfully slapped Alexa's tight, little ass,
and she giggled and tried to run away.

But I easily caught her and hauled her up against me. She
squirmed in my arms and twisted about in mock protest, but soon
surrendered and wrapped both her arms and legs around me. My cock
throbbed as it was pinned tightly between us. Filling my hands
with Alexa's ass, I pivoted and thumped her against the wall.

Hard.

She lifted her head and confusion filled her angelic face.
"What are you doing? I thought we were going to the..."

Alexa's words trailed off and her head fell back with a gasp
as I rolled my hips, sliding the rock-hard length of my erection
along the seam of her wet pussy. I looked down at where our
bodies connected and stimulated Alexa without even entering her,
rubbing against her most sensitive and tender area. Her fingers
dug into my shoulders as I continued rocking against her, over
and over again, refusing to let up. After several passes, I
could feel her pussy pulsing, alive with pleasure, along my cock.

"Cum for me," I demanded. "Cum ON me. Do it. NOW, baby!"

I saw the muscles of Alexa's stomach churn and clench as her
hips jerked and her thighs trembled. She clung onto me for dear
life as I continued the intimate motion until the final tremor of
sweet delight rolled through her and went on.

"Wow," she breathed as her head fell back against the wall.

"Shower?"

She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Shower."

* * *

Steam billowed from the shower as I adjusted the temperature on
the wall lever. Alexa stood behind me, patiently waiting. I had
just taken a long and relaxing shower of my own, so we were
fortunate that we had an oversized water heater in the home.
Having a continuous supply of hot water was never an issue for us.

Needless to say, I could not wait to get Alexa into the shower
with me. I loved Alexa more than words could ever say, and I was
now intent on pleasuring her. I wanted to take care of her and
whatever needs she had tonight. I wanted to wash away any tension
she felt in her muscles, any tightness, into oblivion.

Alexa stepped around me and dangled her long, supple fingers in
the middle of the steam before immersing herself in the pounding
waterfall in the shower itself until every inch of her skin had
been touched by the water. I watched Alexa, of course, my stare
devouring her with a ravenous gaze. Her skin was pink from the
heat and shining like a mirror from the water. And her lips were
plump from kissing (and cocksucking), and her lush nipples were
standing proudly at attention. I was eyeing her like I was a
wolf and she was a piece of fresh meat. I was mesmerized! My
shaft, still fully erect, twitched and wobbled between my legs.

"Jeremy," Alexa said gently, causing my eyes to shift focus and
meet hers. She offered me an adorable, little pout and added in a
suggestive tone, "I'm getting a little lonely in here..."

I wanted to pounce like a tiger and jump right in there, but
needed to know something first.

"Cooper?"

Alexa smiled. "He's sleeping."

"And Madi?"

She nodded. "Sleeping, too. Out like a light."

With my parental concerns out of the way, I stepped into the
shower and kissed Alexa with so much power and passion that it
even stole my own breath away. My hands roamed all over her
slender, physically fit body, sliding neatly over her wet skin,
like a figure skater with freshly sharpened blades skimming the
surface of the ice. She felt so divine tucked against me!

My mouth moved to Alexa's neck, kissing my way down to her
breasts and licking off the water droplets that had condensed
there. I again tasted Alexa's nipples and snaked my right hand
up her inner thighs until reaching the pulsing V where her legs
met. I ran my fingers up and down the exquisite seam there,
trailing tender touches over her outer lips, causing Alexa to
shudder and vibrate within my arms.

"Hmmmmm," she murmured above me, her hands now cradling my head
as I continued to feast on those succulent nipples.

But that little sound she made was enough to force a whimper
from my own mouth. Although I needed to have a release of my own
soon, my priority here was to provide maximum pleasure for Alexa.
I needed to take care of her first.

I used my fingers to part her lips and increased the speed and
pressure that I rubbed her with. Alexa seemed to be in blissful
Heaven. She moved her hips back and forth in response. Yet Alexa
seemed to have similar ideas. She stepped away, breaking our
contact, and then reached for the bottle of body wash. Alexa
lathered the gel up in her hands and began to massage my tense
muscles, covering my torso with _Irish Spring_-scented lotion.

When her slippery hands again found my protruding erection,
Alexa grasped it firmly and moved her fists up and down, the sudsy
shower gel acting as the perfect lubricant. I nearly came. After
just a couple of strokes, Alexa increased her speed and my breath
ramped up, matching the rapid pace of her movements.

An involuntary grunt escaped my lips, sounding alien even to
my own ears. It seemed like my entire body, every single cell,
was vibrating with an electric hum now. I felt like I was
nothing more than the conductor between two points of contact,
that electricity was zooming through my body and filling it
with life and energy. Her hand was my centerpiece right now.

Alexa continued frigging my cock, speeding the buildup of
pressure within my body so that I was no longer moving toward
climax, I was barreling toward it like a runaway train. In the
far reaches of my mind, I suddenly came to the conclusion that
it would be best, perhaps, to take care of both of us.

Right now.

I latched onto Alexa's wrist abruptly, disentangling myself
from her and stepping back into the heated spray to rinse away
all of the soapy residue from my body. After clearing it off,
Alexa screeched when I grabbed her by the upper arms and spun
her around to face the wall. Though she worked as a fitness
instructor - thus making her firm and athletic - I was still
twice Alexa's size. Thus, I manipulated her tiny 5-foot-1 frame
like a rag-doll, grasping her ass and pulling it upward, parting
her pussy lips with force and power that caused her to scream.

I thrust in and out of Alexa over and over again, each stroke
containing more authority and ferocity than the one before it.
My fingers sank into the flesh of her hips. Faster than I even
thought possible, I was teetering on the edge, the precipice, of
orgasm. When it hit, it was all-consuming, like a tsunami
crashing down over top of me and taking me with it. Alexa snaked
her arms back around my midriff and tilted the back of her head
against my shoulder as I came violently, with retribution, and
the way she moaned and yelped in my ear told me that I was not
alone in cresting that mountain. Alexa was right there beside
me, just as she had been since the day I first met her.

I melted against Alexa and her beauty like butter in the hot
summer sun and allowed myself to revel in the feeling of being
completely cared for and loved. No doubt, what a truly awesome
feeling. I could never grow tired of this. Never.

"You know what would have made this even better?"

"What?" I managed to say, the water still pounding us from
above, our bodies basking in the sweet afterglow of dual orgasms.

"Merissa."

Short of breath, I chuckled and responded, "I agree."

Alexa nodded and quietly swooned, "Love. My. Rissa!"

But the best part of all of this? These past two days, my life
in general? I knew inherently that there were a million moments
like this one to come - with the people I loved all around me.
There would be more pancakes with red velvet and cream cheese,
more time with the kids, and more steamy, spur-of-the-moment
rendezvous with the loves of my life. Both of them, you know.

I glanced down at Alexa, who smiled, content and beautiful.
God, with eyes like those looking back at me every single day for
the rest of my life, how could anything possibly go wrong?


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