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Recollections 2
Written by: Kaadorix

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 05: "Sudden"
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-*- Friday, November 3, 2017 -*-
-*- Lake Quivira, Kansas -*-


"Wait a minute." My breathing was labored as Mike snapped the
basketball back to me. "She's staying in your HOUSE?"

Without waiting for a response, I dribbled the ball and juked
around Mike before lifting my arms above my head, aiming, and
shooting. It was there, so I could not hesitate - I had to take
the opening. I watched as the ball flew through the air, making a
perfect arch before swooshing into the net. Nothing but net. It
seemed that the double run I had around the lake earlier today
and my lack of sleep as of late were not affecting my basketball
prowess in the least. I had just managed to put in the winning
shot, making that three W's in a row over Mike. All was good.

"Yes she is," Mike answered my question, attempting to hide the
smile that so desperately wanted to spread across his face.

"Why?" I scoffed, not even trying to disguise the disappointment
in my tone as we stopped for a break to get some energy drinks from
the nearby ice cooler. Nor did I try to hide my shock.

Mike, a medical colleague and my best friend for more than two
decades, played basketball every week at some point with me, at
least when the weather was permitting. Sometimes it was two-on-two,
but only if there were willing friends or neighbors around. More
often than not, though, it was one-on-one - like now. Mike used to
get the better of me when we were younger, especially during our
college years, but I won most of our athletic battles these days.

"You know I've always had a thing for Kenzie," Mike explained,
grabbing his white towel and wiping his face with it. "She's the
one girl that I've wanted in life, but could never quite catch.
Could never have." He shrugged his shoulders. "Until recently."

"What about your wife, Pamela?" I shot back in an accusatory
voice. "Your son, Ollie? And your unborn daughter with Pamela?"

"Pammy's cool, man," he countered. "She and I have witnessed
everything that has gone on between you, Lexi and Merissa the
past couple of years. We see how happy the three of you are
together. Turns out, man, Pamela digs chicks too. She never
bothered to tell me until this past summer, though. No wonder
Pamela has always been so accepting - since the day she found out -
of Lexi and Merissa being together with you. She has secretly
wished she was part of something similar, too. Apparently, Pamela
had a fling way back when in college with a chick named Krissy.
Go figure, right? I know. We had a talk one night and decided
that maybe it was time we bring another woman into our marriage,
too. You know." Mike's grin turned saucy, predatory even, much
like it often was four years ago before he was married. Before he
met Pamela and finally settled down. When he was the biggest and
most notorious player in the entire region, with little regard to
women and their feelings or emotions. All he cared about back
then was achieving his next conquest. "Spice things up a bit."

"And Kenzie is the girl you want to _spice things up a bit_
with? You, Pamela and... Kenzie? She's living with you?
You're... romantic... with her?" I simply could not believe what
I was saying. "KENZIE? Mackenzie [Last Name]?"

"I know you have a history with her, man," Mike offered, as I
vehemently shook my head in denial. That was so untrue. "But,
you know, Pamela and Kenzie have been friends for about two years
now, and I guess there was a spark between them. Who knew that
Mackenzie [Last Name] liked to go muff diving? Not me, dude." I
shook my head at those words. That sounded like the Mike of old.
"I'm different than I used to be for all those years I pursued her.
Kenzie knows that now, man, and seems interested in seeing where
this thing with me and Pamela goes." He paused and added, "Maybe,
who knows? Kenzie winds up as happy with us as Merissa is with
you and Lexi. She's been living with us for the past month."

"Kenzie and I DO NOT have a history together," I corrected him.
"I met her nine, ten years ago at a gala, we danced, I later took
her to her apartment and bid her good night. That was it. End of
story. No dates, no... extracurricular activities on the side. I
never got together with Kenzie again after that night. I never...
GOT TOGETHER with her in the first place! There IS no history."

"But you remained good friends with Kenzie, and both your wives
eventually became friends with her too. Lexi and Merissa are good
friends with someone who was once hot on your trail, huh? I always
wondered how all that came about, but whatever." Mike shook his
head and went on, "Kenzie had the biggest crush on you, man, until
you married Lexi in 2011. That ended it. It also broke her heart.
I know you never DID anything with her, man. But Kenzie certainly
wanted to do things with you. Oh, she wanted you bad."

I sliced my eyes toward Mike, clearly communicating that we did
not need to talk about this specific subject any further. Another
woman and her attraction for me, present or past day, that is. I
had Alexa and Merissa, and did not need to be reminded about what
did or did not happen in the past with Mackenzie. I quit that
twisted mental game five years ago, totally blocking all thoughts
and/or memories of previous women - even Suzi, my ex-fiancee - from
my psyche. Thinking about past flames (or would-be flames) was
just ridiculous to me because I had everything I wanted in life
right here and now. Why mourn about or dwell on the past?

"Anyway, man," Mike continued, "Pamela and I held off for a bit
on telling you about Kenzie because we wanted to be certain things
worked out - at least initially - once she moved in with us. Both
of them are friends with Lexi and Merissa, obviously, and little
Pammy and I decided this morning that we would tell all of you
today." Mike grabbed the basketball and drained a shot from long
range here in my driveway. "I imagine Pamela is inside right now
telling Merissa the big news. We forgot Lexi had to work today."

"I remember Kenzie wanting nothing to do with you. She used to
sneer whenever you were around and call you derogatory names."

"That was then," Mike proclaimed. "Not now."

"I thought you were happy with Pamela," I said to him, overcome
with disappointment. How could Mike do this? How could he take
such a huge risk? Did Mike fail to realize that he was putting his
marriage with Pamela in jeopardy? Alexa helped hook Mike up with
Pamela a few years ago. It took a lot of effort on her part, too.
And now this? I thought Mike and his days of being a player were
behind him. Even recently, he had sworn off the idea of ever even
looking at any woman other than Pamela, let alone pursuing one.

But as Mike told me moments ago, his biggest fantasy in life -
never to have been realized until perhaps now - was to be in a
permanent three-some with him as the _meat in the sandwich_.

"What does Pamela think about all of this?" Pamela was five
months pregnant, for Christ's sake! "Is she okay with it?"

"Whoa, man!" Mike said, appearing put-off at my body language
and overall reaction to his shocking news. Perhaps it had been
brewing on his part, because he seemed quite displeased. "I never
once doubted you, or questioned you, when you told me that you and
Lexi were going to marry Merissa three years ago. I never once
said to you... I thought you were happy with Lexi."

"That was different!" I exclaimed, upset now myself.

"That was a punch in the gut to hear that from you, man!"

"It wasn't meant to be."

"How is it ANY different than what I'm going through right now
with Pamela and Kenzie?" he fired back, suddenly wanting to argue.
Then again, my tone of voice was not helping the matter, either.
"The circumstances may be different, but when you get down to it,
the basics remain the same. I love Kenzie. I have loved her since
the very first time I laid eyes on her. You love Merissa. Your
wife was willing to allow Merissa into your marriage. My wife is
willing to allow Kenzie into our marriage. Same. Damn. Thing!"
Mike ripped the basketball from me and tossed it into the yard,
away from us. "I never once questioned or doubted you about
anything, man! Why are you doing it to me?"

"BULLSHIT!" I snapped. Oh, boy. Cursing like this was not an
ordinary thing for me whatsoever. I only reserved it for moments
when it was truly necessary. Like now. "You used to rag on me
constantly when I first met Lexi, all up until the time she and I
got married! What did you call her back then? A teeny-bopper?
Pig-tails and braces? You were one of the people who were most
against the idea of Lexi and I being together simply because of
our age difference. Nothing else! That was the sole reason! I
was constantly having to defend what I had with her to you!"

"It's not common, man, for a 36-year-old dude to be in a serious
relationship with an 18-year-old chick fresh out of her high school
prom!" he stated. "I was only looking out for you with the things
I said, how I wanted you to slow down and be more cautious." Mike
took a deep breath in an obvious effort to settle down. "Besides,
man, I wasn't talking about then. I was talking about when you
told me that Merissa was going to marry you and Lexi AFTER you and
Lexi had already been married yourselves three years, and had a
kid. You know how crazy that sounded to me back then? But I never
once questioned that decision, I never once doubted you. DID I?"

"No," I conceded.

"I trusted you." He shook his head vigorously. "Look, man.
You did it. You were right, I was wrong. You started dating an
18-year-old seven, eight years ago as a 36-year-old, and you wound
up marrying her. I never saw that coming. Even more, all these
years later, you and Lexi are still ridiculously happy and have
what amounts to the _perfect marriage_. I get it, man. I was
wrong. I doubted you back then. Lexi may have been 18 at the
time, but her maturity level put her somewhere around 30. She was
the furthest thing from a typical 18-year-old girl. A lot of them
like to party hard and drink, dabble in drugs. Lexi never did any
of that stuff. Never. You and her clicked really well and were
destined to wind up together. I get it. I WAS WRONG!" He paused
for a brief moment and added, "To prove my point, I seem to recall
Merissa getting arrested in 2011 at age 19 for underage drinking.
I won't say that is TYPICAL for a girl that age, but it is common."

"What does Merissa's arrest have to do with anything?" And why
was Mike bringing up a dark moment from Merissa's past?

"Nothing, really," he responded. "I'm just asking you to trust
me. I'm 43 now - just like you. Pamela is 30 and Kenzie is 33.
We're all old enough to know what we want. No one is being pushed
or prodded, coerced, into anything. It's all 100 percent mutual.
In fact, they came to me together about this. Pamela and I made
the decision to pursue something like this, yes, but Pamela brought
Kenzie to me one day and asked if I'd be interested in trying it
out with her." He held both hands out and shrugged his shoulders.
"Mackenzie [Last Name], man! She's a Puerto Rican princess, a true
goddess, and the only chick other than Pamela that I've ever been
in love with. What was I supposed to say? _NO_?"

"Since when you were EVER in love with Kenzie?"

"Since the moment I first saw her!" he said with conviction.

"You had a strange way of showing it," I countered. "You would
push aggressively with her at all times, flirt way too much, say
things that were way over the line."

"I was just being me, man. That's all. I was a bit wild and
crazy in my younger days. But I met Kenzie through you. Once it
became clear that you wanted nothing to do with her, I began to
pursue her." He shook his head again. "I've mellowed out a lot
in the last couple of years. You know that, man. Becoming a
father does that to you. Marrying the perfect woman for you, too."

None of this made any sense to me whatsoever. "How is it that
after years of pushing you away, Kenzie is suddenly interested in
you? Not only you, but your wife too?"

"I don't know, man. Her and Pamela are friends. Maybe she
sees that Pamela is my queen? I treat Pamela like solid gold,
and I've been faithful to her since day one. Now I'm faithful
to both of them. Maybe Kenzie sees what a good and attentive
father I am for Ollie, too. How I am so looking forward to the
birth of Alexis." Mike's eyes suddenly flashed with carnal,
wanton delight. Like a hungry predator, about to pounce on its
victim. Uh oh. "Maybe one day, I can get Kenzie pregnant too."

"Whoa!" was my immediate reaction. "WHOA!"

"What?" he shot back. "You were already married to Lexi, yet
got Merissa pregnant before she married you. Merissa was six or
seven months pregnant during the wedding ceremony. I remember,
because I was there. It took place right here in your home."

"You just don't rush in and dive head-first into a relationship
like this!" I advised him. "Do you know how painstakingly slow
and careful Lexi, Merissa and I were back in 2014 when we laid the
groundwork for our life together? How cautious we were?"

"Yeah," he nodded, the sarcasm ripe in his voice. "So cautious
that you got Merissa knocked up just three months after she started
sleeping with you and Lexi. REAL cautious, man!"

I clenched a fist as boiling anger swirled throughout me. Oh,
I was livid! How DARE Mike - even if he was my best friend - say
something like that to me? Where did he get the nerve?

What may have become a volatile situation was quickly diffused,
however, when I looked up and saw Alexa's car, a 2017 _Tesla Model
S_ that was candy apple red, pull into the driveway. Excess anger
drifted toward the background just like as I let out a breath I
hadn't even known I had been holding. Alexa was magic like that.

"If anyone, man, I thought YOU would be more understanding and
open to the idea of Kenzie hooking up with me and Pamela! You
LIVE that very life yourself. I thought you were my friend, man!"

With Mike's final parting shot aside and out of the way, Alexa
stepped out into the crisp afternoon air.

"Hey." Alexa stood beside the driver's side of her car and
waved, her expressive, bliss-blue eyes peeking out from beneath
her worn blue Kansas City Royals' baseball cap. I grinned, my
heart fluttering. Oh, just seeing Alexa could change my day - my
mood, my outlook. I was so happy she was finally home from the
health club where she worked.

And not a moment too soon.

Words could hurt, and sometimes words were something that a
person - or even a two-decades-long friendship - could not come
back from. Mike and I had been fairly heated at each other. I
did not want something to be said between us - for one of us to
be ultimately triggered, perhaps - that would be impossible to
take back. We had been extremely close to getting to that point
of no return, so Alexa arrived just in the nick of time.

"Hey Mike." Somehow, Alexa could sense there was something
going on right now between us. She had always been very intuitive
and smart; it was damn near impossible to sneak anything by her.
The woman caught onto everything.

Mike flashed that charming, gregarious smile of his and motioned
toward Alexa with a single finger, then began approaching her. I
had witnessed that same smile bring countless women to their knees
over the years, though that was clearly not his intent right now.
"I see your taste in baseball teams hasn't improved." He reached
out and flicked at the bill of her Royals' cap.

"Why would it?" Alexa told him, shaking her head for emphasis.
"Jeremy got me started on going to Royals' games when we first met
back in 2010. I'm a forever fan now."

"You should become a Rockies' fan," Mike advised her. He was
originally from Colorado and still had family there today, so it
made perfect sense that the Rockies were his preferred baseball
team. "Take a step up, girl. Become a Rockies' fan like me."

"A step up? Really?" Alexa grinned at him. "How many World
Series championships has your team won? Oh, that's right - ZERO.
And the Royals won the World Series... oh, that's right - in 2015.
And 1985, even. That does not sound like a step up to me."

Mike moved in front of Alexa and rested one arm on her open
door and the other beside her on the roof of her car, effectively
boxing her in. She gave him her patented scrunch face and crossed
both arms across her hot pink hoodie as if to shield herself.

"You cannot always judge these things by wins and losses."

"That sounds like something a loser would say," Alexa teased.

Mike gasped. "I am NOT a loser."

"No," Alexa returned, tilting her head and tugging the bill of
her Royals' cap downward, "but your team is."

"Psshh."

Alexa adjusted her hat and then held up a lone, menacing finger
between them, yet had a hint of a playful smile across her face.
"Move away, Mike. You're invading my personal space!"

"Whatever," he conceded, backing off.

"Lexi," I said, drawing her attention to me. There was no need
to hide or sugarcoat it. I was just going to be totally up-front
and honest with her, much the same way I'd always been. Alexa had
always greatly appreciated the honesty between us. "Seems that
Kenzie [Last Name] has moved in with Mike and Pamela. They're
going to explore a three-way relationship much like the one you
and I have with Merissa. Mike was just telling me all about it."

Alexa immediately made another face and casually flipped her
hand at me. "Oh, I already figured that, Jeremy. I knew."

"You KNEW? Really?" Mike was bewildered. As was I. How?
Did Pamela tell her? "How did you know?"

"Merissa and I catch onto things like this really easily," she
said to Mike. "When we had our girl's day out and went shopping
last weekend, Merissa and I noticed the way Pamela and Kenzie were
looking at each other; the furtive glances, the winks, the smiles.
And then Kenzie lit up like a Christmas tree whenever we mentioned
your name, Mike. Merissa and I knew something major was going on.
We figured it may be something like this."

Mike was grinning. "Kenzie lit up... like a Christmas tree...
whenever my name was mentioned? Wow, man."

"That's what I said, MAN," Alexa simply answered, mocking him.
She tilted and twirled her head about several times, then squinted
her eyes at him. One of Alexa's many little quirks and mannerisms.
She had always been a bit leery and hesitant around Mike, knowing
about his past ways. She did not trust him; she more or less
tolerated him because he and I were best friends. "So I imagine
Pamela and Kenzie are inside the house right now with Merissa?"

"Pamela is," Mike said. "Ollie too. Kenzie doesn't get off
from work at the insurance company for another 90 minutes." He
grabbed another energy drink from the cooler. "I'm going inside
to check on them, see if Pamela and that cute, little pregnant
belly of hers needs anything."

With that, Mike turned and eventually went into the house. But
not before shooting me a contentious look.

I then walked over to Alexa as she retrieved her exercise bag
and closed the door to her sports car. "Hi baby," she grinned.

"Hey."

She approached, slowly. "You okay? You don't seem... right."

Although I was no longer overcome with rage and anger because
of Mike's comment about how I had _knocked up_ Merissa three years
ago, Alexa still sensed something was wrong. Indeed, the woman
was like a sponge; she soaked up everything. I just wished that
Mike would take a little more time and truly think about what he
was getting himself into by bringing Kenzie into his marriage
alongside Pamela. Did Mike have any idea of the complicated mix of
emotions and problems that he would have to unravel to make this
happen? I worked with Alexa and Merissa on a daily basis - STILL,
to this day - to keep our marriage strong and healthy. We were
constantly facing little issues and problems here and there.

At least with Alexa and Merissa, however, they had a long
history of being together. They had been best friends for the past
22 years - since the age of four - and learned how to share between
each other long ago. They had basically spent their entire lives
sharing and being the absolute best of friends. That word - share -
was one of the linchpins of our relationship. Alexa and Merissa
had known each other for so long that there was no jealousy between
them at all. Me? I constantly felt as if I was the one trying to
fit in with them, not Merissa with Alexa and I. Although Alexa and
Merissa had only been romantically linked for three years, they had
known each other - been as close as twin sisters - since 1995.

How could I compete with that? Alexa and I had been married
for a mere six years, a solidified couple for a total of seven.

Thus, I was the one always trying to fit in here. Not Merissa.

All of that, of course, was the direct opposite of what Mike was
attempting to create with Pamela and Kenzie. Yes, he ultimately
wanted the same thing, but the circumstances were vastly different.
Where was the history? The strong basis for such a complicated
relationship? Did Mike actually believe that his life was going to
be nothing but smiles and three-somes from this point forward?

What happens if Pamela starts to believe that Mike is spending a
little too much time with Kenzie? Showing her more attention, more
affection, than she is receiving herself? How would he handle that?
On the flipside, would Kenzie ultimately become jealous if things
did not go exactly the way she wanted in the relationship?

On top of that, Pamela was such a nice, soft-spoken girl. She
and Mike had a little son together, and a new daughter on the way.
The daughter was being named after Alexa - Alexis - because my wife
helped them meet and fall in love four years ago. Additionally,
Kenzie was an absolute sweetheart. I did not want any of them - the
women, the kids - to get hurt. None of them deserved to get hurt.

Did Mike really know what he was getting himself into? Did he
actually think that my life was nothing but group sex and giggles?

"What's wrong, baby?" Alexa insisted. "Talk to me."

I realized that I needed a moment or two longer to truly calm
down before engaging with Alexa. She already seemed accepting of
the idea of a three-way relationship between Mike, Pamela and
Kenzie. Needless to say, I wasn't. I needed more time to process
all of this. Why the hell would Mike jeopardize everything he had
with Pamela? Four years ago, Mike finally got his life on track
and, at least I believed, he had settled down.

Thus, I turned and began walking up the front steps and toward
the house. I loosened my windbreaker jacket, not looking back at
Alexa. I knew that if I looked at her, it would be all over. I
would not be able to keep myself from spilling my frustration and
anger out to her, which I had done so many times in the past. And
I wasn't in the right frame of mind to do that, rationally, at the
moment. She did not need to be thrust into the middle of this.

"Where are you going?" I heard Alexa's voice directly behind
me. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just leave me alone for now." It was not a demand; rather, a
plea. I was actually begging her. "I need to be alone. Please."

"Jeremy," she shrilled out in an irritated tone, thus causing me
to stop dead in my tracks right in the entryway to the house. Just
like that, Alexa had a grip on me, my senses. "Jeremy, I did not
work eight hours today and then expect to come home to a grumpy,
brooding husband who refuses to talk to me for something I did not
do." Alexa approached me from behind and placed a tentative hand
upon my back. "Now I want you to tell me what's going on. Is it
something with Mike, baby? You have an argument, or something?
Please don't tell me that you and Merissa are fighting..."

"No, it's not that," I sighed in response. Next, I turned
around and when I looked into Alexa's eyes, I realized that she
was right. The woman was always right. I had no reason to take
my frustrations out on her. Alexa was here to help, as usual.

"I missed you today. I'm glad you're home." I know that was
out of left field, so to speak, but it needed to be said on my
part. It also served as an olive branch of peace between us.

"I missed you, too." She smiled and leaned upward, pecking my
cheek with a kiss. "How are Merissa and the kids?"

"Good, all fine. All inside."

Alexa motioned toward the huge, sprawling lake just outside of
our home with her head. "Let's go take a walk."

* * *

The temperature may have been a bit nippy at 52 degrees, but
that did not detour Alexa and I from strolling down the road
from our home toward the harbor. The air held the scent of the
lake and a hint of frosty chill for the forthcoming winter.

Alexa wore sleek yoga pants, cowgirl boots and a dark t-shirt
beneath a pink hoodie, appearing more than ready for whatever
Mother Nature decided to throw at her.

I tugged playfully on Alexa's long-flowing blonde hair, which
went well beyond the center point of her back. The lush tresses
she groomed so carefully on a daily basis had a bouncing, rippling
quality, a perfect match for her vibrant personality. "I thought
you were going to get a few inches of your hair cut off this week."

"I kind of like the fuck-me length it is now, to be honest,"
Alexa said with a playful laugh. "Gives you and sexy Merissa
something to grab hold and tug onto when we play at night."

"Alrighty then," I responded, chuckling, an undeniable pang of
excitement spiking all throughout me. I imagined Alexa wearing
one of her patented pony-tail hairstyles right now. She was right.
Oh, how I would absolutely love to yank and pull on it...

In just the few minutes it took us to walk from the house down
to the country club, the tension within me had subsided completely.
Again, Alexa was magic. She had a stunning effect on me.

"Can I say something?" Alexa asked tentatively. "You may not
like it, but I think it needs to be said."

"Sure. I'm a big boy. You're not going to hurt my feelings."
I led her across the boardwalk toward the marina.

"You're mad at Mike because he wants to bring Kenzie into his
life with Pamela. And thus, Mike is mad at you because YOU'RE
mad at him." Alexa hesitated for a moment, but then added, "Isn't
that a bit hypocritical on your part? I mean, I remember when you
and I started telling a select few others that we wanted to marry
Merissa, we were met with resistance from several of them. Your
brother, Hudson, my friends Sarah, Matthew, Mandy. Merissa's mom
and her brothers, Rick and Colton. Your mother, Jeremy, did not
even talk to you for two-and-a-half years, and your father went to
his grave bitter and angry because you DARED allow Merissa into
our marriage. Just about the only people who were accepting of
what we had planned with Merissa from the very outset was my own
parents and your sister, Janae. And Mike and Pamela."

"What is your point?"

We crossed the parking lot and I led Alexa down a set of stairs
to the docks below. I had decided to take her to our family boat
docked at the nearby country club. The silence between us was cut
only by the sounds of water splashing along the pilings beneath us.

"My point is," Alexa finally spoke, "is that Mike tells you
something monumental in his life, something he is looking forward
to. He and Pamela are looking to add onto their relationship,
perhaps even ultimately their marriage. He doesn't need or want
to be met with resistance, especially from his best friend."

"Even though it's a bad idea on his part?"

"What makes it a bad idea?" Alexa countered.

"You know it's not going to end well."

Alexa shook her head. "God, Jeremy. You're such a hypocrite.
How many people told you the same, exact thing three years ago
when Merissa became engaged to us? How many people told me? And
we proved them ALL wrong, didn't we? DIDN'T we? You were furious,
Jeremy, because everyone was telling you how to live your life.
Everyone was wanting to make decisions for you, for us. No one
truly knew what we had with Merissa, what we had built with her.
And none of us know exactly what Mike and Pamela have built with
Kenzie right now, either." Alexa frowned and shook her head again.
"You'd be in a rage sometimes after Hudson talked down to you three
years ago. All you wanted was people to say hey, I trust you, I
trust your judgment, I have your back. That's what Mike wants from
you right now. He needs it. Pamela wants it too, I'm certain.
Why can't you put your faith in Mike, show some support?"

Oh, Alexa had some valid points, I admit. But... "Do you trust
Mike and his judgment?" was my question for her. My eyes surveyed
the sailboats as we walked by them, their masts standing tall and
majestic against the bright, sunny sky. The farther we walked,
the fewer boats we passed. Our private family boat was tucked
nice and snug at the far end of the marina. "You know all about
the stunts Mike has pulled in the past with various women. The
hearts he has broken, the promises he failed to keep."

"Why are you taking me out here?"

I helped her onto the boat, and we settled on a cushioned bench.
"I wanted someplace where we could sit and talk uninterrupted. No
one will bother us here, eavesdrop on us." Alexa turned to face
me, and I draped an arm across the back of the bench.

"I do trust Mike," Alexa conveyed, and I felt my very stomach
tightening with that news. Surely, I never believed that I would
hear Alexa utter such words. She actually trusted Mike? "Mostly
because he is with Pamela now, and every decision they have made
together as a couple in the past four years has been the right
one. You cannot deny that, Jeremy." Alexa paused momentarily
before continuing, "Besides, I think this whole thing is Pamela's
idea, not Mike's. He's only going along with it because she asked
him to." Alexa reached up and her long, slender fingers brushed
over my shoulder. "Just the same way I once asked you to allow
Merissa into our life, our marriage, Jeremy." Her blue eyes turned
soft as she then ran a delicate finger down the length of my arm,
sending shivers through me. "I don't think Mike would come forward
and ask Pamela to bring Kenzie into their relationship. No way,
no how. Just like you would have never asked me three years ago
to allow Merissa into our own relationship. It was me who brought
the idea up, and I'm convinced it was Pamela for her and him."

"What makes you say that?"

"Pamela has been overly curious, asks a lot of questions about
our lives, every time she gets together with me and Merissa. It's
been that way for a couple of years now. Personally, I think this
is something that Pamela wanted - a three-way relationship with the
right woman - well before the initial thought even crossed Mike's
mind. Remember, Merissa and I have gone out with her a lot. She
is ALWAYS asking for specifics on our life together. And believe
it or not, she has Mike wrapped around her little finger." Alexa
giggled and ended, "Just like you're wrapped around mine."

I was trying to concentrate on what Alexa was saying, but she
was (seemingly absentmindedly) brushing light, feathery touches
across my shoulder, and my entire body was acutely aware of each

and every stroke of her fingertips.
And then, Alexa's smartphone dinged. Ahh yes, that insidious
harbinger of evil struck again. Alexa reached into her purse
and fished her phone out, then read the new message. "Oh, a text
from Merissa. Seems Mike and Pamela just left our house to go
back to their own home." Alexa put the phone down and looked at
me with sympathetic eyes. "Rissa says Mike is very angry at you."

"Let him be angry."

"You need to apologize to him."

That raised my ire a bit. "I'm not going to apologize to him!
I was only looking out for his best interests."

"You need to apologize," Alexa reiterated, "and show him some
support. Be a best friend. It's not his idea, Jeremy. It's
Pamela's. I KNOW it is." My wife shrugged her shoulders.
"They're not going to break it off with Kenzie because you want
to criticize them. All you'll do if you continue to act that way
is fracture your friendship, your business partnership, with Mike.
Need I remind you of the way you and him constantly help each
other out when it comes to your medical practices?"

She had another good point there. But...

"You seriously think this was all Pamela's idea?"

"I do," Alexa nodded. "Again, Jeremy... be a best friend.
Give Mike pointers and advice from someone - you - who knows
all about the type of relationship he is getting himself into.
Lend an ear, a helping hand. I'm sure Rissa and I will be doing
the same for Pamela. Kenzie, too. If it all falls apart in the
end and the three of them wind up heartbroken, even hating each
other, you STILL need to be there for Mike. Take steps, give him
some advice, so it never comes to that. He is your best friend
and you need to support him no matter what. He'd do it for you."

"He would? Mike?" I laughed. "The same person who used to
criticize me continuously before you and I were married?"

"Mike has never questioned you on anything since the day we
got married, shown him our commitment to each other was legit.
And the day we told him about our plans with Merissa, he flashed
that big smile of his and said it was the right decision for all
of us. Mike knew that Merissa would be forever happy with us.
He knew Merissa would be safe here after everything that she had
to go through with Grayson, the physical abuse she had to endure.
Perhaps Kenzie will be forever happy with Mike and Pamela, too.
Give them an opportunity to make that happen."

I gazed into Alexa's soulful blue eyes, being reminded of her
extreme loyalty to friends and family, her humble nature, her
willingness to play peacemaker in almost any situation. Someone
who could live anywhere on Earth - and do anything she wanted -
but chose to build a life around the small town where I preferred
to live. A woman who understood herself completely, to no end,
and constantly taught me to always look for the good in people.

This conversation epitomized Alexa to a tee. She was so
genuinely caring and thoughtful, and wanted the absolute best for
friends and family alike. And Alexa hated any sort of conflict,
no matter how big or small. She simply could not stand it.

My fingers drifted over Alexa's warm, supple skin. Between
the gentle rocking of the boat and the cool breeze swirling about,
I felt myself moving closer to her. My body was drawn to Alexa
like a powerful magnet, so close that our lips nearly touched.

"Even before she moved in with us in 2014, I would have done
ANYTHING for Merissa," the 26-year-old whispered.

I brushed Alexa's hair from her shoulder, holding her gaze. "I
could tell that about you when you and Merissa were in my medical
office the day we initially met seven years ago." I tucked her
hair behind her ear, caressing her soft cheek with the back of my
hand. "Merissa is your best friend. You two have a very unique,
one-of-a-kind relationship that this world may never see again."

"We had our disagreements on certain things and issues," Alexa
admitted, "but I still supported Merissa 100 percent in whatever
she chose to do. I always have."

"I know that."

"Need I remind you of the MASSIVE argument you and your brother
got into six years ago over your grandmother's ring when you gave
it to me? The engagement ring, remember?" Alexa held up her right
hand and wiggled her fingers about, showcasing the sparkling family
heirloom she spoke of, as well as her dazzling wedding band itself.
That argument with my oldest brother from 2011 was not a good memory
at all. "Hudson had you so angry, you wanted to rip him limb from
limb. Back then, your brother did not trust me yet because I was
so young." Alexa dropped her gaze. "Hudson was telling you what
to do, how to live your life. Trying to make decisions for you,
Jeremy. You and him were arguing about what was right and what was
wrong. Yet everything you argued about pertained to you. It was
YOUR life, and you wanted Hudson to stop telling you what to do."
She looked back up at me and shook her head. "Just like you did
earlier with Mike." She frowned and averted her eyes elsewhere yet
again. "Only this time, Mike was you, and you... were Hudson."
Alexa's head popped up once more and she implored, "Let Mike and
Pamela make their own decisions in life. Don't do it for them."

"Comparing the way I talked to Mike earlier to the way Hudson
talked down to me years ago over your engagement ring was kind of
harsh," I told her. "Harsh, and not a good comparison at all."

"I think it's a damn good comparison," Alexa responded, clearly
overcome with disappointment at me, before rising from the bench
here on the boat and making a motion to walk away.

"Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

Alexa stopped, but then glanced back my way over her shoulder.
"I'm going to spend time with my wife and our three kids back home.
I worked eight hours today and deserve that indulgence."

With that, Alexa turned and began walking away.

Briskly.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed, standing up as well. "Lexi, wait." She
was actually walking away from me? That was so unlike her at all.
Thus, I began to follow her, but she kept moving. "Lexi, honey,
are you mad at me?..."

* * *

I ended the telephone call with Mike and watched as a smile
tugged at Alexa's lips. My latest discussion with Mike - hours
after he left to go back home - had gone better than expected. I
apologized for the way I acted earlier (and it was sincere), and
offered to lend him, Pamela and Kenzie whatever advice or support
I could in the coming days, weeks and months if they ever desired
it. Mike accepted my apology without issue, and all was well.

Alexa, as usual, had been right. It took her a good amount of
time to convince me, but she was right. She was ALWAYS right.
Mike was my best friend, and even if I did not agree with his
decision - at least right now - I still needed to support him. It
was not like he was breaking the law or doing some dastardly deed.
He was taking a leap of faith, just like Alexa and I once did with
Merissa. Who knows? Maybe Kenzie ultimately winds up incredibly
happy with him and Pamela? Personally, I do not believe that will
happen, but I suppose that anything is possible.

"Wait! We forgot the oregano," Merissa said as she pushed away
from her chair here in the kitchen and rushed toward the stove.

"Merissa, I did not," Alexa informed her. "It was my job to
cut up the bell peppers, chop the onions and cloves, and I made
sure oregano was added to the saucepan with everything else. I
know how much you love your oregano. Trust me, it's in there."

"You sure?"

Alexa sighed and grinned, then went over to Merissa and wrapped
both arms around her from behind and squeezed tightly.

"Lexi!" Merissa laughed with delight, her feet now rising off of
the kitchen floor. Alexa may have been three inches shorter and
a few pounds lighter than Merissa, but she could pick her up and
carry her around with ease thanks to all those years of exercise
and fitness. Alexa easily swept Merissa up and into her arms,
cradling her. "Stop carrying me around like a little baby!"

"I thought you liked it when I carried you." Of course, Alexa
could not keep from smiling now, because she loved picking her
wife up and carrying her about. "You like being a little baby?
You're MY baby, sweetheart!" Merissa looked good in her arms
too, and when she got feisty - like she was now, eyes wide,
feigning displeasure - she was absolutely, positively adorable.

"I was kidding!" Merissa snapped.

"No, you weren't. I've known you since we were both knee-high.
When you're kidding, the side of your mouth pulses and twitches,
like you're suppressing a smile."

"God, really? Is there anything you don't know about me?"

Alexa smirked. "There's always more to discover."

"Am I too heavy? You can put me down now, you know."

"You're not too heavy. You're too damn sexy." Alexa set
Merissa atop the kitchen counter, likely because it was closer
than the chair. She took a step away, but Merissa grabbed the
lower half of Alexa's top and yanked her back. Her brown eyes
immediately drifted toward Alexa's mouth and lingered there for
several seconds, before meeting her gaze again.

Merissa then pulled Alexa between her knees.

"I think we should probably kiss or something." Her voice
carried sincerity, and I found both of my wives incredibly
attractive in this moment. Alexa's eyes dipped to Merissa's
mouth, returning the favor, and I felt that familiar reaction
that seeing these two together like this often set in motion
within me. Pure and total arousal. "We should definitely kiss."

Alexa moved in slowly. "Yeah? Jeremy and I make up after our
disagreement, our little argument, yet you think you and I should
be the ones to kiss? Is that a new rule?"

"Sounds good to me," Merissa murmured before she descended on
Alexa's mouth. As I stood there and watched, a certain rustling
happening within my trousers, it was readily apparent that they
shared a pretty awesome kiss. Alexa sank into the kiss and moved
closer, her hands running up the back of Merissa's neck, into her
hair. Merissa's hands held Alexa's shoulders and gently massaged
them as the wonderful, glorious kissing continued.

Before the spark between them caught fire right here in the
kitchen, with dinner moments away and the kids in the adjacent
dining room, Alexa made a point to slow their kiss before pulling
her mouth away entirely. They had one hell of a good make-out
session, brief as it was, and Alexa was breathless as a result.

She turned in Merissa's arms and nestled her back against her,
facing me and smiling leisurely. Merissa coiled both arms and
held Alexa snugly from behind. "So we have the whole weekend to
steal little moments like this. All three of us," Alexa said.

"Well, yeah. I suppose." Merissa placed a kiss just below
Alexa's earlobe, causing her to shudder with delight for a brief
instant. "I have many ideas we could test out this weekend,"
she added, her hand sliding downward, across Alexa's sweet ass.
Oh, that ass was the thing that dreams were made of.

Alexa covered Merissa's arms with hers and hugged them to her.
"I'm almost afraid to ask, but do we HAVE to have dinner tonight?
Can't we just give the kids something quick to eat and coax them
into bed early, and then the three of us go to bed ourselves and
play? I much prefer that. God, I'm feeling so frisky tonight."

"You need to eat, Lexi. We all do."

The wind fell from her sails a bit. It wasn't the best of
news, but Merissa was right. Alexa could not afford to get into
the habit of skipping meals after her struggles with anorexia in
the past, no matter how appealing the alternative was. Sometimes,
we had to remind her of that.

Merissa reached down and hooked a finger into the waistband of
Alexa's yoga pants, then her eyes locked with mine and she
offered the kindest, most heartwarming smile. "Jeremy, will you
be a dear and check on dinner for us? We're having too good of a
moment here to be interrupted, you know." These two incredible
ladies actually collaborated together tonight and came up with a
pasta dish mixed with roasted peppers, and grilled asparagus and
mushroom toast on the side. A true, vegan-style dinner. The last
several months, Merissa had done the majority of the cooking
herself. "It should be ready any moment," she added.

I grumbled to myself but nodded my head, and went over to the
stove to check on the pasta. It was almost done. Soon, I would
have my opportunity to hug and kiss on my wives too.

Among many other things later tonight, I could only hope.

"I know you want to kiss me again, Lexi," Merissa said softly,
twirling several strands of her shimmering blonde hair around an
extended finger. Smiling, and playing with them quite innocently,
teasing her. "Lexxxxxi..." Merissa pressed her lips to the back
of Alexa's neck, and it seemed as if heat spread like wildfire
throughout her body. She had a definite reaction to the teasing.

The timer on the oven went off, and Alexa let out a deep,
frustrated sigh. She reluctantly broke away from Merissa and
made her way over toward me, specifically the stove, and eyed the
pasta herself. The 26-year-old trusted her own judgment much more
than mine when it came to preparing food (and rightfully so).

"You're no fun, Lexi." There was malice in Merissa's dark
eyes as she stared a hole through her wife, yet there was also a
playful smirk across her face. She seemed put-off, but it was
all an act. "Walking away from me like that! Looks like SOMEONE
is going to get a spanking tonight."

Alexa glanced back and scrunched her face at Merissa, but then
turned and focused on dinner once again. She dipped the stirring
spoon into the saucepan and took a small taste test, clearly
approved, then swirled the noodles in the pot about some more.
Unable to resist, I leaned in and stole a kiss from her. Alexa's
eyes darted toward me and she flashed a happy, cheerful smile.

"I'm glad you and Mike set your differences aside," she said.
"You were a good man, Jeremy, stepping up and apologizing like
that. I really hope that Mike, Pamela and Kenzie wind..." Alexa
did not get to finish that last sentence because Merissa hopped
down from the kitchen counter and kissed her. She wrapped an arm
around Alexa's waist, held her in place, and kissed her expertly,
authoritatively, and had Alexa's libido surging hard and fast.
There was no buildup, no preamble. Merissa caught her mouth, and
instantly Alexa realized that she better buckle up because she was
about to be owned. Their lips moved together in a delicious
tangle and Alexa, of course, gave back everything she was given,
pushing her tongue into Merissa's mouth, tasting her.

Yet this time, it was Merissa who broke off the kiss. She then
stepped away and offered a mischievous smile. "See, Lexi? I TOLD
you that you wanted to kiss me again. You wouldn't listen..."

"Let me get my sunglasses. That lovers' glow is blinding."

"Shut up." Merissa reached out and pushed me.

I covered my eyes, teasing them, and exited the kitchen. I made
my way into the adjacent dining room and came across my three young
children. Cooper and Madison were playing with _Legos_ at the
dining room table, while Asher was snoozing in his crib.

"WHAT did you two DO?" I asked the two toddlers with a grin,
motioning toward all the clutter. There were toys strewn about
the floor and several crayons laying on the table.

"We made a BIG mess," Cooper flat-out admitted. Hey, at least
for a three-year-old, he was honest.

"I forgot to tell you, Jeremy," Merissa said, stepping into the
dining room as well, "that I took the kids to _Oak Park Mall_ in
Overland Park this morning while you were out visiting your mom."
Alexa was not with Merissa right now, so I figured that she was
tending to dinner in the kitchen. "As you know, sometimes when I
take the kids to the store they are happy, and other times, they
are NOT so happy. We were in _Perfume Palace_ earlier today,
walking around and looking, and Cooper yells - AS LOUD AS HE CAN -
_I don't want to look at Mom things anymore!_ And everyone in
the store looked at me, and we all laughed because it was coming
from a three-year-old, and it was HILARIOUS."

I chuckled at those words and shook my head at my son. "Cooper,
you're one of a kind. What would I EVER do without you, buddy?"

"Watch football!" he blurted out.

That made me laugh even more. "Really? Watch football?"

"Uh huh," Cooper nodded. "You and Grandpa!"

Merissa giggled at him. "You say the craziest things sometimes!"

"You and Madi need to clean up the table," Alexa said to Cooper
as she entered the dining room. "Come on, sweetie. Pick up these
crayons and all of your books. Aunt Merissa and I fixed dinner -
we are having yummy pasta with roasted red peppers, asparagus and
mushroom toast, and it's ready." She turned toward Madison, the
adorable two-year-old. "Honey, come on. Help your brother clean
off the table. Mommy and I made dinner. It's time to eat!"

"Clean up your mess," Merissa encouraged them, and only then
did they make an effort to tidy things up.

And shortly thereafter, we finally enjoyed our dinner.

* * *

I had never been a betting man, aside from a few trips for fun
and leisure to the _Hollywood Casino at Kansas Speedway_ with my
father when he was still alive, and one weekend in Las Vegas with
an ex-girlfriend years ago when I was in college. Gambling had
never been much of an allure for me, because it was not a good
thing to squander my hard-earned money foolishly. Seriously...
no other reason. I did, however, like to place mental wagers on
certain upcoming events in my life, or the lives in those in my
family - but I rarely shared that information with others.

After I read Cooper a story and put him to bed, and while
Merissa was still coaxing Madison into her own dreamland, I
quietly returned to the master bedroom door, which was closed,
and currently put the odds of Alexa pleasuring herself within at
one-to-two. It seemed a bit modest on my part, considering how
it was Friday night and we had the whole weekend ahead of us.
None of us had to wake up at five o'clock in the morning, for
example. We could sleep in for a while (children permitting),
take it easy. But when Alexa got into one of her aroused moods -
which she had been in since well before dinnertime earlier
tonight - she usually could not help but to masturbate when Merissa
and/or I were not there to help take care of her needs for her, and
she was alone. I knew her all too well.

Then I heard a sharp cry come from within the bedroom as I stood
at the door, purposefully lingering. It was the unmistakable sound
of female pleasure. My cock immediately leapt inside my trousers,
and I had to suppress the urge to stride inside and bend Alexa over
the monstrous, king-sized bed, and give her what she really needed.

That being, of course, a very hard and thorough fucking.
I envisioned Alexa, shorts and panties down, in front of the
mirror, her little hand frantically rubbing between her thighs.
Lower lip between her teeth, her golden hair still quite damp and
disheveled after her long, hot bath, an aura of desperation in
her aqua-blue eyes as she watched her supple fingers move up and
down the slick folds of her exquisite pussy. Quick circles around
her clitoris, more pressure, another cry, a shudder, as Alexa
imagined the things Merissa and I would do to her later tonight
once we joined her after finally coaxing the kids off to sleep.
Oh, that time was coming soon, my dear. Very, very soon.

I envisioned the whole scene.

My cock as hard as steel, I was lost in my wonderful reverie
and did not realize Alexa had stepped out of the bedroom, since I
had instinctively meandered away and down the hall to allow her
to finish her masturbation session in private.

"Jeremy?" she called. "Baby?"

I turned to see Alexa walking toward me, with very bright eyes
but otherwise looking perfectly composed. She had pink sweat
pants on after her bath, too - not shorts as I had previously
imagined. Regardless, I toyed for an instant with the idea of
telling Alexa that I knew what she had been doing in the bedroom.
And I knew just how to remedy her... situation.

"Did you finally get Cooper to sleep?" she asked. "Is Rissa
still with Madi and Asher?" Alexa sighed dreamily and added, "I
feel so much better after my bath. So refreshed."

Fuck it. There had been a powder keg of passion boiling within
me all dayt as well, just waiting to explode. At this point, there
was no need to beat around the bush.

Without warning, I smothered Alexa's lips with hot, demanding
intensity, shattering whatever barriers there were between us.
Alexa immediately clawed at my shirt, ate at my mouth, as throaty,
wanton sounds poured from her lungs. I cupped her ass with both
hands and pulled upward, lifting her off of the carpeted floor.
My erection pressed against Alexa's center as I backed her against
the wall with an audible, sexy thud, her lean, muscular legs
wrapping themselves all nice and snug around my waist.

Alexa brushed her thumb over my lower lip and I trapped it
within my mouth, sucking gently. I felt that it was a wonderful
privilege that I was the only man Alexa had been with, sexually
speaking, in her entire lifetime. One would never guess this by
looking at her tender, wholesome demeanor, but Alexa was SINFUL.
She did not seem to be the type of girl who would let a man -
even her husband - suck on her thumb and she surely did not
straddle them, bumping and gyrating about like an exotic dancer
looking to make a quick buck. Yet when she was with me, as well
as Merissa, all of her inhibitions vanished.

And rightfully so.

Alexa pulled her thumb from my mouth with a POP and I again
captured her lips with mine. The kiss was just too exhilarating
and she felt too damn good. Too good to be true, even. She and
I kissed until we were both moaning in unison, my hands gripping
her hips, our bodies rocking harder to the rhythm of those
kisses. I never once broke our connection as I escorted her back
to the bedroom and tried kicking the door shut behind me.

"Lexi," I panted out, the door slightly ajar. I did not care
at this point, either. "You drive me fucking insane." Several
deep kisses later I said, "I love you so much. Oh, God..."

She slid her hand into my back pocket, perhaps in an effort to
keep me from ever leaving her, and met my stormy gaze. It actually
took Alexa a second or two to push out the words she wanted to say.

"I love you too. I'll always love you."

"Kneel down, Lexi," I then told her with conviction in my voice,
a strong, demanding tone. "Right here in front of me. Yeah, baby.
Oh, there we go. I know what you want, what you NEED, right now.
That's it. Yeah, I'm going to give you EXACTLY what you need."

With Alexa now on her knees in front of me, I whipped my cock
out of my trousers and immediately pressed its head to her lips.
She seemed to shudder with arousal as her eyes rolled about for a
split-second. Yet Alexa kept her mouth closed, her lips pursed,
so I slapped my shaft against her cheek gently, wanting her to open
up. Alexa gave a little shriek of submission and her lips finally
parted, offering me what was mine, and I thrust my cock inside.

"You get what YOU need, honey," I moaned out, "and eventually,
I will get what it is that _I_ need. What I WANT. What is MINE."

"What's that?" she mumbled, curious.

Honesty was the best policy, right? I simply came right out
and said it. Why not? "I've been thinking about pumping your
ass full of sperm all day, and tonight, I am going to do it."

Alexa gave a startled little cry at that declaration, and moved
about upon the floor as if she wanted to stand up. Expecting such
a reaction, I reached down and put a possessive hand on her back.
The sensation of touching Alexa and restraining her in place for
what was to come made my blood feel hot in my veins. Alexa froze,
and looked up with me with wide, looming eyes. She bit her lip
and nodded, and those eyes seemed to twinkle with anticipation.

After what seemed like forever of trying to convince her,
Alexa finally agreed to experiment and try anal sex with me
earlier this year. She had resisted the idea for the entire
duration of our marriage but, once trying anal sex for the first
time back in April, Alexa actually enjoyed it. We did not do it
often, though. I did not want to pressure her whatsoever, and it
was best we kept these occasions rare, so each seemed quite
special. Since April, Alexa had gifted me her sweet, little ass
six times. Tonight, it would be lucky number seven.

When my erection slipped from her mouth, I took Alexa's right
hand into mine and wrapped it around its hard, bulging length. My
hand was much larger than hers; it nearly engulfed hers entirely.
I then leaned over and gently kissed the very crown of her head.
"Suck me off, Lexi. Do it. I know you want to."

She got into a more comfortable position, now seated on her
knees, and licked the length of my erection as I shrugged both
my trousers and boxers down. When I stepped out of the garments,
totally nude from the waist down, I took a step closer to her.
"Suck me off, baby," I reiterated. "Do it." At the same time, I
literally tore at my polo shirt, taking it off.

Alexa lowered her head and swiped at the tip of my cock as I
fisted her blonde hair with both hands and massaged her head. She
extended her tongue and took half of my length into her mouth. I
moaned as hot pangs of desire shot all throughout me.

"Oh, yeah," I growled. "That's it."

Alexa took me in deeper and she moved her right hand lower, now
cupping my testicles. My hands tangled in her hair, I rocked my
hips, moving in and out of her mouth at a steady pace. She licked
the length of my erection again, then ventured lower, swiping at my
aching testicles. They tensed and vibrated under her wet, swirling
tongue, and I sucked in a harsh breath. Alexa then did it again,
clearly enjoying the empowering feeling that she had over me right
now. Of course, I was more than happy to offer it to her.

She then wrapped her hand around the base and completely buried
me within her mouth. Her hand fell away and Alexa took me as deep
as she could, then sucked as she drew me out slowly, centering her
attention on the throbbing head, while her other hand kneaded and
twiddled away at my testicles. I tightened my grip on her head
and urged her faster, deeper. Alexa pulled back, exposing my wet
shaft to the cool air. I groaned a guttural, hungry sound that
only seemed to spur her on. She leaned over a fraction further and
licked my swollen testicles, stroking me briskly with her hand.

"Lexi," I whispered.

She continued licking, stroking, then took my full length into
her glorious, amazing mouth yet again. She was ravenous, acting
as if my cock was her first solid meal in days.

"Lexi." Now, her name came out as an urgent warning.

She pulled back, clearly worried that she had hurt me.

"Fuck, Lexi. You're gonna make me cum."

Relieved, my wife crinkled her nose and giggled, and gave a
cute _scrunch face_ for good measure. "Isn't that the point?"

"You're not making Jeremy cum until I get my turn, too."

Alexa and I turned at the sound of that familiar voice, and we
found Merissa standing in the open doorway, watching us intently.
She must have changed her clothes, having decided on a silky, plum
tank-top over cut-off denim shorts, with a pair of strappy sandals
and the silver locket with a clock inside that Alexa had given her
eight years ago for their high school graduation around her neck.

Alexa laughed. "How long have you been standing there, Me-Me?"

"Long enough," Merissa responded, smirking. "Madi is finally
asleep and Asher probably won't be awake for another feeding for a
good hour or two. That gives us plenty of time." She closed the
door behind her, then dropped down to her hands and knees, and
crawled over to us. Like a dirty girl. "Room for me?"

"Hell yes," Alexa answered.

Merissa stopped just short of Alexa and slid both hands along
her thighs, spreading them far enough for her body to fit between
her knees, and she began unbuttoning the dress shirt (MY dress
shirt) that Alexa wore, stopping after each button to press a kiss
to her exposed chest. Alexa's breathing hitched and she glared
up at me for a moment, bubbling over with desire, and then tried
to pull Merissa into her lap. Yet she fought against the efforts
and pressed her hands down to the floor, pinning Alexa there for
an erotic three count with a steamy, seductive stare.

"Feisty, aren't we?" Merissa went back to work on the buttons
of the long, oversized dress shirt. "Relax, baby. You're so
flipping impatient all the time. Let me have some fun." Merissa
licked her luscious, ruby red lips and somehow, I felt myself get
even harder. She immediately averted her gaze to my crotch and I
knew she felt it, too. Oh, most definitely.

"Jeremy and I are both going to fuck you," Merissa promised
Alexa. "We're going to fuck you long and hard tonight, baby."

With the last button undone and the dark bedroom lit only by
streams of moonlight spilling through the windows, Merissa pushed
Alexa's shirt open and lowered her lips to those bra-clad breasts.
Merissa's mouth was ready, her tongue eager, as she trailed slick,
open-mouthed kisses over and through Alexa's humble cleavage. I
watched as Alexa shuddered and the muscles in her thighs twitched.

"God, Merissa."

"You like?" She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of
Alexa's sweat pants and fished around within for several seconds.

"Yes!"

"One of Jeremy's dress shirts and a pair of pink sweat pants?"
Merissa teased her. "WHAT a combination, Lexi. You'd never be
caught DEAD wearing a combination like THIS out in public. Why,
it would ruin your image. Your street cred..."

Instead of responding to those words, Alexa reached for the
silver locket, but Merissa went for it too. Their fingers brushed,
and their gazes settled on one another with an affectionate glow.

"I love it when you wear that necklace," Alexa whispered. "I
remember spending three-fourths of my savings from when I was in
high school on that for you. I gave it to you the night we
graduated from high school. For being such a great friend."

"This necklace and my wedding ring are my two favorite pieces
of jewelry. Bar none, Lexi. All these years later, I STILL cannot
believe that you spent all that money on me as an 18-year-old. I
guess it really wasn't that much, but it was for someone that age."

"You helped save my life when I was sick in the hospital as a
teen," Alexa told her gently. "You were there almost every day for
me; pushing me, prodding me, encouraging me to get better. To get
healthy." She paused, their eyes holding, the air between them
sizzling like bacon on a hot grill. "I did not realize it at the
time, but that summer was when I actually fell in love with you."

Merissa broke out into a gracious, thoughtful smile. "Oh yeah?
Well, I've been in love with you, Lexi, my WHOLE... ENTIRE...
LIFE!" Acting playful, she stuck her tongue out for added effect.
Changing the subject, Merissa then said, "Do you really think that
Mike and Pamela can make a go of it with Kenzie?"

I laughed at that idea. "No." But at the same time, as was
agreed upon earlier, I was going to offer the trio my support and
do whatever I could to help them succeed as a couple. Mike was my
best friend, Alexa had reminded me, and he deserved that courtesy.

"Right now," Alexa said, "at this very moment, I don't really
care what happens to them. Right now, I just want to kiss you."

"That can be arranged," Merissa purred, slithering up Alexa's
body, eyes dark and smoldering, taking her in a tongue-plunging
kiss that literally caused fireworks to erupt all over the bedroom.
Just as Merissa pulled her closer, Alexa unbuckled the denim shorts
and shimmied them down Merissa's hips, exposing lacy, white panties
underneath. She slipped her slender fingers inside. It was nearly
too much for me, watching Merissa offer her mouth to Alexa in that
sexy tank-top, with a wicked look in her eyes. Merissa stifled a
moan as Alexa's fingers found her sweet spot within those pretty,
little panties, and they kissed passionately.

I was loving life right about now, of course, but I suddenly
felt a very peculiar twinge of discomfort in my left forearm. So
much so, in fact, that I tore my eyes away from my two wives and
glanced down at it. I stretched and flexed my arm outward, but
the sensation did not subside. It was not overly painful; just
sort of... there. Did I pull a muscle earlier today during my
double run around the lake or while playing basketball with Mike?
Oh well. The discomfort did not seem too bad, so I opted to ignore
it for the time being. Probably just a muscle strain, I thought.

Merissa pulled her mouth away slowly. "Hmmmmm. You like that."

"Rissa." Alexa was breathing hard in response.

"Lexi," she whispered back as she reclined onto her knees and
leaned over to lick her cleavage yet again. The two looked at
each other for several seconds, smiling, then nodded in unison.
It was as if they were communicating silently, without words,
because Alexa backed off and Merissa turned to face my erection,
grasping it with her hand and then taking it into her mouth.

Just that quick.

I felt my testicles tighten and did not even try to hold back
the greedy groan that sent my head back and my hips bucking as
Merissa swallowed the full length of my cock in one easy swoop.
That little mouth of hers was a tornado of talent, and she took
tremendous pride in her deep-throating skills.

"Merissa, I'm gonna cum." With the blowjob I received moments
ago from Alexa, and then watching the two ladies purr and snuggle
together like kittens, with passionate kissing mixed inbetween,
and now getting my cock orally serviced by Merissa, I was close.
I was right there, ready for release.

Merissa narrowed her eyes and swiped at my erection from base to
tip, earning another groan for her efforts. "You're gonna cum? We
don't want that yet now, do we?" She rose to her feet and lifted
her tank-top, revealing a white bra underneath which matched the
lacy panties. Then she hooked her thumbs beneath the waistband of
her panties and drew them down in a hip-swinging striptease that
made my own hips jerk and spasm in unequaled lust.

She stepped from the garment and held it up between her finger
and thumb, raising her eyebrows seductively before tossing it
behind her - right into Alexa's unsuspecting face, and yes, on
purpose. Alexa, in the middle of undressing herself, leered up
at Merissa and seemed agitated, but also could not contain a laugh.
Merissa paid her no attention, though. She was the epitome of raw
seduction as she helped me onto the bed and then straddled my lap,
never uttering a sound, let alone any words. Her smoky brown eyes
sent all the hot, sinful messages that were needed.

Merissa was much more confident in her sensuality than she was
when she first moved in with us and we became intimate in 2014.
Being in love, having a proper, nurturing environment, can do that
for just about anyone. The way Merissa took control and the sexy
way she moved above me reminded me of a tigress, very sleek and
graceful, even powerful, all at once. Hungry, ready to pounce.

Why did I feel so overly hot and clammy right now, though?
That sensation was sometimes normal during sex, but it seemed
excessive right now. Along with the mild pain in my left arm, I
was left wondering. What was wrong with me? Anything? Yet at
the same time, I was not going to worry or dwell too much on it.
I had business to take care of!

"Oh my God..." I growled out loud as Merissa lowered herself
onto my thick, throbbing shaft. I reached out with both hands
and grasped her hips, steadying her. The feel of Merissa's lush,
velvety insides made my entire body pulse with the need to
undulate and spout off inside of her. "You feel so good..."

Alexa rose back to her knees and leaned over, unsnapping
Merissa's bra in back and reigning angel kisses along her back
and shoulder. Whatever restraint I had left was then shattered
as Merissa lowered her own mouth to my neck and sucked. I fisted
my hand into her thick, cinnamon-brown hair and tugged her mouth
from my skin, crashing my lips to hers as I ground my hips hard,
furiously, thrusting into her hot, wet center. Merissa gyrated
against me, creating friction like liquid fire, as Alexa kissed
and doted on her from behind. Buried deep, I made an adjustment
so I could thrust even faster. I ran my hands down Merissa's
delicious curves and latched onto her hips, holding them firm.
She tore her mouth away, sucking in quick, sharp inhalations as
she clutched at my arms. Alexa took advantage of the opening,
moving in like a hungry hawk and smashing her lips to Merissa's.

The pair of ladies were absolutely gorgeous, kissing before me,
trusting and open. My heart swelled with love for both of them.
This was my life now; it had been this way for the past three
years. Seven years just counting Alexa. I was greedy, though,
and wanted 40 more. At least. God willing, I'd take 50.

Merissa tore her mouth away from Alexa's and looked at me with
pleading eyes, her bare, luscious breasts heaving up and down at
the same time. "Jeremy," she panted. "Oh, Jeremy..."

Hearing the plea in her voice made me want to take care of
Merissa better than I ever had before, but I knew that once she
came, I was going to be right behind her. I sped up my efforts,
taking her harder, angling her hips so I could penetrate deeper.
I felt her thighs flex. Merissa dug her nails into my skin and
closed her eyes as she cried out my name. Alexa, hugging her
from behind with two handfuls of breasts, crooked her neck and
splayed kisses from Merissa's temple to her lower jaw.

The feel of Merissa's vaginal walls convulsing around me, the
sight of her in the throes of wild passion, the feel of her hips
rocking against mine as she came apart, again had me on the
very precipice of release. Not to mention, of course, Alexa doing
her part to make the coupling all the more gratifying. I wrapped
Merissa into my arms and tucked her face into the crook of my
neck, getting as close as possible, as an orgasm ripped straight
through me. Yet nothing was close enough. I filled her with
everything I had to give, both emotionally and physically.

In the aftermath, I felt more hot and clammy than before, and
winded - uncomfortable, even - as I collapsed back onto the bed
in a listless, exhausted heap. I never felt this way after being
inside either of my wives during sex. Something, it seemed, was
wrong. Off, perhaps. But what? I closed my eyes and took a
couple of deep, calming breaths, hoping that would settle my
senses. The good news? The discomfort in my left forearm had
all but vanished. The bad news? My left hand was incredibly
sore all of a sudden. It hurt like hell.

Yeah... what the hell was going on?

"I love watching Jeremy fuck you," Alexa said, her arms still
folded around Merissa from behind, kissing her neck. "I'm so happy
that you're a part of our lives now, Rissa. I love you so much.
I want to forever grow old with you and Jeremy by my side."

Merissa turned and leaned against Alexa's bare chest. "Well, I
most definitely like it here." She smiled. "I think I'll stay."

"We like having you here." Alexa tilted her head and again
kissed Merissa on the lips. "In more ways than one."

"I think you and Jeremy have accomplished that several times
over the years. Having me here, that is. On the sofa, in the
tub, the kitchen, the garage, every room in this house. Especially
this bedroom. Even out back." She reached out and toyed with
Alexa's silky, free-flowing blonde hair.

"You came in here tonight and totally interrupted my blowjob,
Little Miss Innocent." She pulled Merissa against her, and her
hand slid between her wife's thighs. "Well, what do we have here?
Hmmmmm? A nice, freshly-fucked pussy full of Jeremy's sperm?"

"You in the mood for some sloppy seconds?" she whispered.

Alexa laughed. "Is that what we're calling it?"

Merissa nodded. "You can lick my pussy, baby and, if Jeremy
is up for it, he and I will double-fuck you afterward." Alexa's
eyes went wide and I drew in a harsh breath as Merissa added, "I
will get your favorite strap-on dildo out - the pink one - and
fuck your pussy while Jeremy fucks your ass at the same time."
Merissa then looked over at me, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You gonna be ready for Lexi's ass in a few minutes, baby?"

"I will," was my promise. Still, my left hand hurt. I gripped
and squeezed it continuously, trying to ease the pain. Yet I kept
it hid underneath the blanket, not wanting either wife to worry.

Merissa's eyes darted toward Alexa, and she stifled a laugh.
"Probably gonna need a dildo for your mouth, too. You always
squeal like a pig whenever Jeremy and I double-penetrate you."

Alexa gasped, her mouth agape. "Merissa!"

"Let's see how innocent YOU are, baby, with a pair of dildos
in you - one in your mouth, the other your pussy - and Jeremy's
big cock shoved clear up your ass." Merissa giggled and then
informed her, "He and I talked about this earlier while you were
at work. Oh, we're going to stuff you FULL tonight!"

"So THIS is what you and Jeremy talk about when you are alone
and I'm not here, huh?" Alexa smirked and shook her head.
"Stuffing me full, huh? Oh, Me-Me... you're so thoughtful."

"And you're so addicting," Merissa countered.

"Some addictions are better than others."

Merissa tugged Alexa in close and slipped both hands around her
torso and down to her hips, then lifted, causing Alexa to land on
her back with her legs in the air. She immediately hooked them
around Merissa's shoulders and squeezed tight as she leaned over
and tasted Alexa's arousal, mixed so nice and sweet with mine.

"You're wet as a river, and Jeremy's cum is everywhere," Merissa
observed. "Were you masturbating again earlier, Lexi? You
couldn't even wait for us to put the kids to bed?"

"Just lick my pussy." she begged her. "Oh God, lick it."

"I thought you were going to lick mine..."

"I will!" Alexa swore. "Please, just lick mine first!"

The scene before me looked incredible. Alexa's thighs, as
always, were firm and warm, her ass - Jesus, everyone loved that
ass - undulated upon the mattress as Merissa's tongue began to swirl
upon her clitoris. Alexa rocked her head back and forth in utter
pleasure, her legs now wound tightly around Merissa's own head.

"Rissa... oh God, Rissa. Oh my God."

"HMMMMM, I LOVE the taste of your sweet, little pussy!"

"I can't... take much more. Oh fuck, that feels so good..."

"Come on, baby," she encouraged Alexa, now thrusting a pair of
fingers between her slippery folds as well. "Cum for Momma."

That was it.

Merissa shifted and darted upward, pouncing on Alexa's eager
mouth, capturing her loud, visceral cries as she came apart in a
truly mind-numbing orgasm. Merissa held Alexa against her,
reveling in the pleasurable spasms of her gorgeous body. These
two could stay like this forever, in each others' arms, united as
one. Alexa shuddered with the last of her release and her body
slowly melted against Merissa's as they continued to kiss.
Merissa, of course, was floating on cloud nine. She loved
everything about Alexa. Always had, always will.

"Oh, Rissa. Oh, baby... that felt so good. Th-Thank you."

Yet Merissa was already thinking ahead.

"Instead of a dildo for your mouth," she said with a wicked
gleam, "I have an even BETTER idea!" Wasting no time, Merissa
retrieved her white, silky panties from the floor and dangled
them before Alexa's eyes. "Open your mouth, honey."

Alexa made a face, but did as instructed. Merissa brought the
damp, worn panties to Alexa's face and rubbed them over her open
mouth, as well as her nose and eyes. Then, in the blink of an eye,
she popped the panties into her mouth and secured them in place.

"There we go," Merissa said, grinning at her naughty handiwork,
her eyes shifting toward me. Or more specifically, my cock, which
was showing signs of life. I probably had one more go-around in
me tonight. "There's no nicer sight than sweet, little Lexi with a
panty gag, is there?" Merissa reached behind her back, underneath
the covers, and retrieved the aforementioned pink strap-on dildo.
It was huge; tailor-made for stuffing a little pussy. Alexa peered
at it with wide eyes, the white lace peeping out of her mouth,
making her look like a picture of wanton bliss used only for the
pleasure of others. Notably, Merissa and yours truly.

Alexa shook her head frantically and mewed through the lace
once Merissa stepped into the harness and buckled it into position
around her hips. Yet she paid Alexa's protests (fake and overly
dramatic as they were) no attention, moving in front of her and
bringing her into her lap. Alexa gasped and shrieked into her
makeshift gag as the large, monstrous dildo split her pussy lips.
Her head reared back and her blonde hair thrashed from side to
side as she shook it, the dildo sliding further into her depths.

Merissa reclined all the way until she was laying atop the bed,
on her back. Alexa straddled her hips and bounced and flailed on
that enormous dildo with the eagerness of a little girl riding
her new pony for the first time. Obviously, I was hard again.

"Look at me, Lexi," Merissa said softly, motioning with a lone
finger for her to come closer, near her face. When she did,
leaning all the way over and bringing their lips just inches
apart, Merissa took Alexa's ass in her hands and helped her move
about on the dildo. "Does that feel good, honey?"

"Uh huh," Alexa moaned, her mouth still gagged. She seemed to
catch a rhythm with her motions and was clearly in love with the
feeling of the dildo invading her like it was. It was SO big;
too big to fit fully in her pussy, even, but that was not going
to stop Merissa from trying. Or Alexa, for that matter.

With her right hand still upon Alexa's ass, Merissa coiled her
left arm around her neck and pulled Alexa even closer, kissing her
madly even with the panty gag still in place. She gave a quick,
subtle glance my way and then nodded her head. Having already
smeared a healthy dose of personal lubricant on my cock, it was
time. Still, I let Alexa ride the dildo for 30 more seconds and
then I said, from behind her, "Hold her ass open for me."

Alexa again shrieked as Merissa now used both hands to pull
those sweet, little cheeks apart, as she kept up a easy, steady
thrusting that allowed me to apply even more lubricant that made
her tiny but now rather experienced anus easy for me to enter. I
would have preferred to spread Alexa's ass and hold it open with
my own two hands, but my left was still bothering me.

Alexa turned her head over her shoulder to glare at me, the
panties half-dangling from her mouth now, then back to Merissa.
She found gentle, though lustful, smiles on both of our faces.
I held still for a moment, my shaft pushing just a bit at her
little anus, and suddenly, as I met Merissa's eyes, Alexa acted
on her own, pushing back and opening up, allowing a second cock
(one real, one fake) to enter her at the same time.

Alexa gave a grunt of extreme pleasure; a kind of that I never
heard her make. A growl came from deep within my own throat.

"Such a lucky girl," Merissa swooned softly. "A cock in your
pussy AND your ass, and my soiled panties in your mouth." She
kissed Alexa's cheek as she grunted again. "Oh... so lucky."

Alexa actually spit the panties out and shook her head from
side to side. "I'm so full," she whispered. "I'm full of cock."
Alexa then gasped at the sensation as I moved my shaft deeper in,
and now, slowly, I began to fuck her there, controlling her ride
on both my cock and the dildo with my thrusts into her anus. "Oh
my God!" she exclaimed. "FUUUUUCK!"

"Do you like getting your ass fucked?" Merissa taunted her,
still holding Alexa's cheeks apart for my advances while I had a
firm hold on her waist. Merissa moved her own hips now, to match
the rhythm I gave Alexa in this special, double marital saddle.

"You know I do," Alexa cried in response, only for Merissa to
take the panties and jam them right back into her mouth.

"Spit them out again," she warned in an uncharacteristically
tense tone, "and I'll duct-tape them to your mouth."

Alexa wailed against the gag but nodded her head, showcasing
her love and deep-rooted submissive nature. She was getting
close to yet another orgasm in the place where my hard cock and
Merissa's huge dildo, separated only by a thin, delicate layer of
ultra sensitive flesh, had their carnal way with her.

"Don't cum yet, baby," Merissa instructed her. "Wait for
Jeremy. Yeah, baby. I want you and him to cum together. Let
him enjoy being in your ass a little while longer."

As I thrusted into Alexa, thinking my life could not get any
better, the dull pain that began in my left forearm and later
transitioned to my left hand now suddenly appeared in my left
shoulder. I cringed and kind of tilted to the side, but still
managed to continue to fill Alexa's ass. I tried to concentrate
on that glorious sensation as she was so close to orgasm, but
then the discomfort ping-ponged again. Now, it was my chest.

A loud, strangled gasp escaped from within me and I lost all
control of my faculties, falling over and hitting the bed with a
heavy thump. For an instant, all I could think was... why?
Alexa had not been taken care of yet, and that was my job. I had
to get back up and finish the job...

But then I had no choice to grab at my chest; the pain, all of
a sudden, was excruciating. With years of medical training and
being a doctor, it was now easy to piece the puzzle together.

Merissa had since dislodged herself from Alexa and was hovering
over me like a guardian angel. "JEREMY!" she screamed, frantic,
cradling my face with an open palm. "You look so pale, so bad!"
Soon, fear began to well up within Merissa's eyes. "WHAT'S WRONG?"

Alexa was right beside her an instant later, looking down at
me. I tried to get up, but couldn't. Alexa looked as if she had
just seen a ghost. Perhaps in a few seconds, she will.

"What's wrong, Jeremy?" she asked calmly, yet gravely concerned.
I could not answer her verbally. I tried, but no words came out.
Only heavy, quick gasps. "Are you in pain? Where does it hurt?"
She ran her hand over my chest and upper arms. "Here?"

I nodded minutely, my entire life flashing before my very eyes.

"HE'S HAVING A HEART ATTACK!" I remember Alexa screaming at the
very top of her lungs, acting delirious, bouncing off of the bed
and scurrying for her smartphone. "WE HAVE TO CALL 9-1-1!"

But even before Alexa connected with the emergency operator, I
had stopped breathing...


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