My Polyamorous Girl Pt. 25

Chapter 25: The Wedding

Nick, as it turned out, wasn't really capable of being part of a naked wedding, which was no surprise. He'd read the links and references to the literature that Tethys had assigned him, and reported that he really did feel differently about it now, on an intellectual level, but he was still too squeamish to actually witness it first hand. It was enough for him to just accept it and wish us well. He did ask to be kept in the loop, and to let him know if we opened a gift registry. That was something I hadn't thought about. It's not like we were youngsters just beginning our lives. We weren't in need of household items. Other pre-wedding traditions, such as a bridal shower or bachelor party were also of no interest to us. In most ways, Tethys and I being married was going to have little to no effect on the life we were already leading, the biggest change might well have been our income tax status. In her mind, the biggest advantage to being married was the possibly old-fashioned remnant value of her child being "legitimate." I didn't personally think that was an issue, but beyond that I simply liked the romantic notion of being her husband. The legal change was trivia, the emotional state was surprisingly enticing. The main practical consideration was for scheduling, if we were going to have a nude outdoor wedding, which we both wanted, it was going to have to wait until spring, when the weather was warm enough to support it. So we still had several months to plan, wait, and anticipate. My mother was ecstatic about our engagement, slightly less so about the wedding plans.

"I think it's wonderfully romantic. One of my girlfriends did that when we were young. It was fun. But I don't think I have it in me at my age. And you know your sisters and brothers would be traumatized at the idea. It's not something the kids could go to. Would you consider having a second one just for your side of the family? Not a real official ceremony, maybe just an observance celebration."

I told her Tethys and I would seriously consider it, and it did seem like a good compromise. Maybe her dad could even go to that one.

In the meantime, we were becoming aware of another development. Hera was spending a lot of time with Beth, finding a good long-term threesome relationship for her had become almost an obsession. She seemed to be taking it more seriously than Beth herself. She plowed through dating sites, digging up potential new encounters. But all that effort turned out to be irrelevant. The perfect partner for her had been there for more than a year, admiring her from afar, too shy and too unsure of his place, and of her secret desires, to reveal himself. It was our coworker, Mike. As far as we'd known, he was a complete dyed-in-the-wool nerd, a fan of fantasy and role playing games, although he was in pretty good shape too. We also knew he had a long-standing crush on Beth -- as well as Tethys. Beth had always been politely and sympathetically uninterested in him. She was looking for men who liked other men as well as herself, her deepest desire was to be shared between two or more men who were also sharing each other. We had no suspicion that Mike was anything other than a lonely, frustrated heterosexual, and she simply wasn't interested in that vibe.

Before meeting Beth, I had been fiercely protective of my privacy with my coworkers. None were aware of the non-monogamous life of Tethys, or later, the development of my own shared relationships. To their eyes, Tethys and I were an exclusive dating couple, and we gave every indication that we were nothing more. Beth had broken through that facade on her first day at work, completely by accident when I'd foolishly opened a text from Tethys in her presence, one that to the surprise of both of us featured a photograph of a naked black Sonia caressing the very large black cock of a naked Henri. After some weeks of paranoia, I'd finally become comfortable with the assurances of Beth that she was not going to accuse me of sexual harassment, coupled with a constant annoyance brought on by her intense curiosity about our lifestyle, a curiosity which was admittedly nonprofessional, but too real to ignore. Eventually, as she opened up more about her own life, the annoyance faded, and we gradually developed a sincere friendship. Tethys, Megan and Hera also got to know her, and they truly adored her.

In all this, I'd rarely given Mike a second thought, partly because he'd protected his privacy as closely as I had, but without any careless slip-ups. Also, knowing his attraction to Beth, and her lack of attraction to him, I was inclined to shield her from spending too much time with him alone, feeling that it could only lead to disappointment and discomfort for both of them, and interfere with the professional relationship that we needed for developing our new software system. However, the time and effort involved in that project required a lot of close involvement, which also required an element of personal trust. At one point, Mike got the impression that my relationship with Beth was crossing professional boundaries, and he began to worry that it was a threat to Tethys, who he also had a crush on. He couldn't bear the thought that I might hurt either of those women.

After Mike had confronted me, Beth and I agreed that we'd unfairly frozen him out of some of our lines of communication, and we began to include him more in our casual conversations. Beth also took an occasional lunch with Mike now, just the two of them, and, as lonely men tend to do with women they are attracted to, he gradually opened up more of his inner self to her. It was after a few of those that Beth came to see me, smiling and excited -- almost giddy, to use the cliché.

"You can't tell this to anybody except Tethys and Hera and Megan," she began. "And especially not to anyone at work."

She was practically shivering with her anticipated reveal. "Mike is bisexual!"

"What???" the shock in my voice was genuine.

"Don't let him know you know!" she warned me sharply. "I feel like I'm betraying a confidence telling you this, but I think if you and the group know, it will actually benefit him. So let it benefit him without hurting his feelings, please!"

"I won't say anything, you know that. I'm just surprised, but I guess I shouldn't have expected to know. It's none of my business."

"Well, it's kind of your business now, and Hera's especially, since she's been trying to set me up with bisexual guys. I don't know if anything will come of this, but if it does, it's inevitable that you guys will know officially soon enough. I just want you to be comfortable in supporting whatever happens with us."

"Of course I'll support you," I assured her. "My policy against romantic entanglements at work was just my own personal choice, it's not something I'm opposed to across the board. I've always thought of them as dangerous in principle, but I have seen some that worked. You and Mike are both good, sensible people... well, at least Mike is sensible, so if it happens for you I think there's a good chance of it working out well."

"Thanks for the flattery," she quipped. "Just so you know, Mike has never had an experience with another man, so I guess it's more accurate to say he's bi-curious. You know how shy he is, he's never had the confidence or the courage to pursue one, and he says he's never had a guy proposition him, at least not in a way that he recognized."

"So what did you say or do to pull that deep dark confession out of him?" I asked.

"I don't even know!" she shrugged. "We were chatting over lunch, and I let slip that I was interested in erotic literature. I thought I was bringing it up in a fairly non-committal way, and I guess I made it non-threatening to him. He asked what kind of erotic literature I liked, and I told him I like to read about three-way relationships between bisexual men and a woman. He seemed shocked at first, then intrigued. Finally he told me that he liked the same thing, that he thought he was bisexual, but it was an experience he'd never had. I asked him if he'd like to try it sometime, and he admitted he would. Taylor, he was shaking with fear when he told me that, I don't think he's ever revealed it to another soul ever in his life. I had to reassure him that I didn't think less of him, and that I didn't doubt his masculinity due to that. So now he's told me his deepest secret, he's made himself a lot more vulnerable to me than you ever did, and he did it willingly. I'll bet he's terrified and second guessing himself right now. I want to help give him a feeling of security about it."

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

She looked at me with a severe expression for a moment, and then an eyebrow arched. "I'm going to fuck him."

Hera was overjoyed. "My job's not done yet, I still need to find a match for both of them now."

Mike and Beth's first real date had apparently gone extremely well. At our first video meeting following the event, both of them acted totally professional, and didn't let on that they had gone well beyond mere fucking that night. I knew that eventually Mike would have to learn that I already knew everything about them, and one of the things Beth and I -- and Tethys, Megan, and Hera -- discussed among ourselves was how to reveal that information without Mike feeling victimized. He'd risked his very sensitive ego in confiding to Beth, and none of us wanted him to be hurt. It was the difficult part of adding someone we already knew to a conspiracy designed to benefit a different friend.

Beth had opened up completely to Mike about her own sexual needs, which extended beyond a mere appreciation in erotic literature. Mike now knew that a bisexual man was what she was looking for in her own life, he knew that she was a writer of erotic literature, and he'd begun to read her stories, which she reported that he enjoyed very much.

"Remember when you told me you wished you could be attracted to him, but you weren't?" I joked to her.

"I wasn't attracted to him because I thought he would never accept the real me," she answered with sincerity. "I couldn't allow myself to be attracted to him. I wished I could be, because he's good looking, he's smart, he's polite, he's thoughtful, and he's got a good soul. Now that I know he's also just my type sexually, I find myself very attracted to him!"

Hera eventually had to accept that her job was indeed over. Beth had come to realize that a long-term threesome was not necessarily what she wanted. She could be perfectly happy in a fundamentally monogamous relationship after all, as long as her relationship partner was a bisexual man who welcomed at least temporary threesomes on a fairly regular basis. She and Mike bonded quickly and deeply, and though they knew it might take some time to find another male playmate, just the knowledge that they would be on the lookout for one together, that she could indulge her attraction to multiple men without threatening her primary relationship, and that he enthusiastically supported her desires, and she his, was enough to keep them content and enthusiastic about one another. Their communication was completely open, honest, and accepting, which means she told him that me and my girlfriends also knew everything about their desires and plans. He took it well.

"I'm actually surprised I'm not upset," he told me one day. "What you and Tethys and Megan and Hera were doing, along with Beth, wasn't gossiping or undermining. Beth told me that you were all helping to set up an environment that would let our relationship get off to a good start and be successful. I have to thank you for that."

"I'm glad it worked out," I answered. "You're a good man, and you have a good woman, and you two being able to live the life you want to makes us all happy."

"So I guess you know, then, that Beth has already told me all your secrets, and I've heard all about this little group you call The Tribe, and that you're all porn stars in it."

I nodded. I should have expected nothing less. "Has she showed you any of our videos yet?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he laughed. "They're really good. Beth and I are going to make a few of our own to share. She's shown me the ones she made in her previous threesomes, and they're really hot. I think I need lessons. I'm still a little shy, but if you folks can do it, I guess I can too."

"Yes, you can," I assured him. "And there's some ladies in our Tribe who would get a real kick out of seeing them. Our guys are all straight, but there's a few women here who are mildly jealous of your particular kink. They hope you'll be willing to show it off."

"That's a big step for me," he nodded nervously. "I know I'm in the right environment for it now, but I'm not used to be so open about it all. I've been in the closet my whole life, and it took Beth and Hera to turn on the closet light. Stepping out of the closet is still scary."

"Well, Hera would still love to be your agent, and Beth your partner. They'll help you make that step. And you'll get all kinds of emotional support from this group."

"I'll take it," he answered.

Professionally, my life had gotten much easier. As October raced toward November, the contrast between the intense, stressful nature of development under a deadline, and the relaxed rhythm of operation and maintenance felt stark. Another time, I might have missed the excitement of the race, with its air of competition against a set goal. Now, I was grateful to take a break from it, and at a much higher salary level. There were still feature requests to evaluate, and incorporate if appropriate. There were always a few bug fixes to address, although these were fewer than I had expected. Other than those jobs, I was doing simple database administration, and revising the user and technical manual for the system, which was probably the largest single task remaining.

I was still working from home, although Covid cases had decreased dramatically and a vaccine was scheduled for release soon, it still wasn't here yet. Beyond that, the work from home policy was turning out quite well. Almost everyone was happier, and according to the productivity matrix, we were more efficient and cost effective than before. Word was that the policy would be made permanent, although probably in a somewhat modified form. I was more than fine with that, part of my own productivity increase may have been the extra comfort and pleasure of being able to work naked, along with Tethys' hands-on policy regarding my cock whenever it was within easy reach. She was also on a roll with her paintings. The spare room was piling up, and online sales had built to the point where she was shipping several paintings a week. Her work had never been so lucrative.

Hera also had a role in the internet sales model. Tethys was painting some of Hera's ceramic creations as well as her own canvasses, and many of those had conspicuously erotic themes. In addition to more conventional pots and sculptures, Hera had launched a line of Lingam and Yoni sculptures, in either stoneware or earthenware. They could be bought off the shelf, as it were (these were typically replicas of the cocks or cunts of those of us in The Tribe), or a person could send in photographs of their own genitalia from multiple angles, and Hera would model them life size or larger, in clay. I never would have expected that to be a lucrative business, but it was going very well.

"Plus, I get to keep the dick pics," Hera said cheerfully. "I like the variety!"

Thanksgiving was soon upon us, and the conversation at the family dinner (my family, which now by universal demand included Tethys) revolved mostly around a certain announced wedding. Surprisingly to me, nobody was talking football that day. Everyone wanted to know the details, and we had to repeat multiple times that concrete plans had not yet been made. We didn't have a date, we didn't have a venue (although privately Tethys and I expected it to be at the Hill's place, which they had generously offered), and we didn't have a ceremonial outline. Only my Mom and my older sister Jenny knew of the nude wedding idea, and I was sure Jenny was unaware of the planned gang bang to start the reception. Mom knew, and she had tut-tutted, but with a slight smile, and promised not to let it slip.

December passed quickly, Christmas was approaching, and just before my final paycheck of the year was to be deposited, I got a call from Ron Sanchez. He'd been leading our weekly video meetings since his promotion, but this was only the second time I'd spoken to him outside of that context. We set up our video, and luckily there was enough time between getting the call and getting on screen for me to get dressed. I wondered if some problem had arisen. We exchanged a few casual remarks, and I took comfort in seeing that he didn't look particularly upset.

"I'm a little nervous," he began, "because this is the first time I've ever had to discuss the specifics of your paycheck. Gil always handled it before, but of course that's one of the the things he passed on to me."

"I haven't had any problems with it," I offered. "It's still getting deposited on time. I do appreciate the recent increase."

"Well, that's what I'm supposed to be talking to you about. I'll be calling Mike and Beth after you, but if I don't get hold of them right away, don't say anything to them, ok? I don't know what Gil told you to expect when you got promoted, so you might be expecting this, but I needed to warn you just in case to not be shocked when you see your deposit amount. What you and your team did this year has given a big shot in the arm to the company, and the management has decided that your year-end bonus should reflect that."

I had indeed expected a larger bonus this year due to my promotion. It was usually more or less the equivalent of an extra two-week pay period, and of course that pay scale was larger now. But when he told me the amount my jaw felt paralyzed for several long seconds, and when I did make a sound, it was a stutter. It was four months worth of salary, with of course, extra taxes deducted.

We had another big family celebration at Christmas, and Tethys and I spent New Years Eve as just the two of us. In early January, other than the distractions of political chaos, we finally had vaccines becoming available for Covid. Everyone in The Tribe eagerly availed ourselves of the opportunity to be injected, and we all survived with no adverse reactions. Henri was especially happy for that feeling of protection, he'd been a bit paranoid after his horrible experience the previous year.

As soon as the holidays ended, I began thinking about applying my bonus money to a problem I was facing. I wanted to buy a larger home, one that would have more room for Tethys to create and store her paintings for sale, and one that would allow us to host gatherings of The Tribe from time to time. If we were planning on getting married and having a kid, more room would be an even bigger need. I had expected that the pandemic would drive down housing prices somewhat, with the increase of unemployment and the generally slowed economy, but in Austin at least, it remained a tough place to buy. Mortgage interest rates were down, but prices and demand were high, and the buying competition was fierce. I had a strong suspicion that it would only get worse over the next few months, so there was a sense of urgency to find a place soon.

Joe and Jo were retired from active real estate work, and their focus before had been southern California, so I didn't expect much more than sympathy when I told them my problem. I was surprised, though. They did have connections. Those connections got me to the head of the line with several properties. They weren't new, and a couple of them were a bit on the fixer-upper side, but they were roomy and comfortable looking. One reminded me of Carl's house, and it wasn't that far away from his neighborhood. It had two stories, brick construction, a sunken den, and a nice fenced back yard with oak and pecan trees. The neighborhood was quiet, and while the house needed some painting and trim repairs, it was structurally sound, well insulated, and the plumbing, wiring, and interior were all in good condition. It also had a nice large garage and a big attic that could be used for extra storage. I'd never had an attic before.

Tethys and I met with the realtor and took the tour. Somewhat unexpectedly, we also met with the homeowners. They were moving to Italy, and needed to sell fast. Then we considered the price. It was a shocker. My first inclination was to either pass on the deal, or try to negotiate. Joe gave me a lecture.

"Normally I'd agree with you. But this is a sellers market, and things are happening fast. I'm seeing houses that get into bidding wars, and end up selling for more than the original asking price. You don't have much leverage, but what leverage you do have is that the seller needs to close the deal quickly. Don't haggle, and make sure he knows that you can come up with the money he wants right away."

Due to my bonus, I had enough for a decent down-payment, my current home had a higher trade-in value than I'd anticipated, and we were able to reach an agreement in short order. I felt like I'd dodged a bullet. I didn't demand that the current owners do repairs on the house before the transfer, which also lubricated the rails. It might have been a bit of a risk, but Pete and Carl both volunteered to act as contractors for any work that needed to be done. Conventional wisdom advises that one should never use friends to do professional work for you, particularly if they're also your wife's lovers. Tethys wasn't my wife officially just yet, but the point was still valid. I mentioned that to each of the guys separately. Neither one was offended, fortunately.

"That's actually happened to me before," Carl nodded. "I lost what I thought was a good friend over that. I think, considering my relationship with you and Tethys and the rest of The Tribe, I have an incentive to do it right."

"And I have an incentive to pay you at the going rate and not try to take advantage of our friendship," I answered.

Pete had a similar response. There was too much at stake to let the job get out of control. I would have understood if neither of them wanted to do the work for just that reason, but both were confident enough in their abilities, and their familiarity with the type of job, not to mention their real need for work in the current economy, that they felt sure they could get it done properly.

Beth and Mike were getting along far better than I could have imagined. Beth was positively glowing, and Mike seemed in many ways a totally different person. He was more confident, more assertive, and displayed an ironic sense of the absurd that, while not always appropriate, could be extremely funny, and even profound. He had a unique way of looking at the world that he'd not allowed himself to reveal before, and Beth found him entertaining and creative, not to mention as erotic as she could have dreamed. In the course of their explorations, they met a man that seemed to suit them, at least for now. His name was, interestingly enough, Romeo, he was tall, black, and handsome, bisexual as they wanted, educated and erudite, and according to Tethys, Megan, and Hera, an oozer of charm. Beth and Mike were dating him regularly, and they seemed to have an easy understanding of the conditions and limits of their threesome relationship. Hera, of course, took a special interest in the situation, and by mid-January she'd gotten permission from Beth and Mike, as well as from The Tribe, to fuck him and report back. Beth still couldn't bring herself to be sexual with another woman, but she'd been habituated by all the porn videos we'd shared back and forth to at least be comfortable watching women fucking. She could even enjoy it, and Hera, of course, greedily embraced all things sexual. She didn't just fuck Romeo, she engaged in a threesome with him and Mike, while Beth recorded the encounter and shared the video with the rest of us.

We began to discuss the possibility of making Beth, Mike, and Romeo "accessory" members of The Tribe. The fit wouldn't be perfect, our guys wouldn't go for any man-to-man sex -- it was enough of a bridge to taste the cum of other men in the pussies of our ladies -- and Beth wasn't inclined to touch the other women. But for certain purposes it would be great: mainly for those occasions when the girls wanted multiple men at once and The Tribe didn't have enough to go around. I got positive, if cautious, feedback from most of our members, but in chatting with Joe and Jo the response was more philosophical.

"What we have, this group we call The Tribe, is actually named pretty well," Joanne remarked. "Humans are naturally tribal, and every tribe is in some ways an independent society, with its own customs, its own traditions, its own morals, and even to some extent its own language. But on top of that, societies also evolve over time. Their customs, moralities, traditions, and languages all change. They change fast, too. Look at the culture we live in, and think of how different it is compared to when you were younger. Our expectations and standards are different, our slang is different, and I'll bet your personal tastes are different than they used to be."

I had to admit that I agreed with all of that.

Joe picked up the thread. "The Tribe has already changed a bit since we first came together. I see it in our Sunday gatherings. We've added people, of course... Rena and Rick and Pete, and relationships have grown and shifted. Hera started fucking her dad, but she's backed off on that a little. Rena has moved in with Carl, you're marrying Tethys, and Megan and Pete are going to get married for sure. The challenge is to let us evolve as a group without destroying all the good things that make us a group. So as far as Beth and Mike and Romeo, you might want to think a little bit about how they might affect the rest of the group, and what direction we're likely to move in with them involved. I'm sure we won't actually be able to predict exactly what will happen, but keeping in mind that things will change, and being ready to adapt to them will put us in a good place when the changes do come."

I ended up having the same conversation with Beth the next day, although beyond sharing our hopes that any changes would be for the better, and her assurance that they had no intention of interfering with our present stability, it was clear that nothing could be guaranteed. Adding Rena, Pete and Rick had been risky, but things had worked out well for them. The involvement of Beth, Mike, and Romeo would would be more limited and more situational. They'd be a "special occasion bonus," which we all hoped would just spice things up from time to time.

Whether evolving or not, our Sunday gatherings continued with religious regularity, and with equally religious devotion. While they weren't the only times the members of The Tribe met, it was a good opportunity to have us all together at one place and time. I enjoyed the company of all of them; they were good people, good conversationalists, intelligent and thoughtful, well informed about the world, and sexy as hell. The sexual dynamic may have been rather conventional porn, with all the guys straight and all the women bi, but that didn't lesson my appreciation in the visual of watching fit, handsome men vigorously fucking passionate, beautiful women, including my wife to be. A couple of years before, I would have never imagined that I could grin with pride while watching Tethys taking one big cock deep in her cunt while happily slurping on another. If one of those cocks was mine, great, if not, there were other beautiful girls happy to keep me occupied while I watched.

When I'd originally met Tethys, she was already in a relationship with Carl, and spent the night with him two or three times a week. I'd accepted that, primarily because the times I had with Tethys were so mind-blowingly intense on one hand, and so comfortably relaxed on the other, and because she was so casually open with me about it, that I never thought of Carl as a threat, only as another person in the relationship circle. In a way, that was an early prototype of The Tribe. Sharing Tethys was simply an unremarkable part of our dynamic. Then, in fairly short order, we had added Henri and Sonia, Hera, Megan, Phoebe, Jo and Joe, and then finally Angela, Rick, Pete, and Rena to what had become a full-fledged subculture. All were individually different, yet remarkably similar in the outlook that we shared. Hera and Phoebe introducing the Goddess concept may not have been a reflection of actual religious belief on the part of any of us (other than Phoebe, and now Rena with all of her faithful heart), but it was a wonderful metaphor that gave an almost tangible form to our experience and our new shared worldview.

Megan and Hera, although technically not True Believers, were completely in the Goddess camp when it came to constructing those metaphors and analogies that we'd otherwise almost unconsciously built our subcultural moral system around. Now that they were in regular contact with Beth, Mike, and Romeo, and occasionally other men that dipped their toes -- and genitals -- into that newly formed Cousin Tribe of ours, they provided great entertainment and even thoughtful discussion among those other friends. They also provided the perfect bridge between Beth's group and our own. Beth had been a little territorial at first, she still insisted that she had no attraction to women, and she'd envisioned Mike and Romeo as being her own personal threesome, capable of keeping both her and one another satisfied, with an occasional outside adventure from other men that they would encounter from time to time. But sparks developed quickly between the two men and Megan and Hera. How could they not? Surprisingly quickly, their relationship developed to the point that Beth had approved of her two guys fucking Megan and Hera, and she even watched, encouraged, choreographed, and shared videos of the parties.

And now Tethys was inspired. The idea of adding a couple more high-quality cocks to her sexual camaraderie was too tempting to pass by. She discussed her desire with me first, as she should have, and I gave her my blessing, as I should have. She was ostensibly asking for permission, but in reality there was no reasonable way for me to say no. Regardless of our relationship, I was not, never had been, and never would be in a position of authority over her. Our relationship was based on understanding, love, and mutual good will, not dominion, submission, or command. Even if I'd wanted to refuse, the problem would be mine, not hers, and it would have been deep enough to involve the entire tribal dynamic, not just our own private choices. Beyond that, I had no desire to prevent her. I knew, I'd always known, what her proclivities consisted of, and what she currently felt to be lacking in our current social environment was sufficient men to provide her with more than infrequent gang-bangs. Tethys loved gang bangs, as did Rena, Megan, and sometime Angela and Joanne. A fresh hard cock thrusting into her immediately after a previous one had deposited its hot and slippery load inside, and accumulating more semen than she could possibly retain inside her already wet passage, was a rare and precious experience for her. The issue was that our core tribal group consisted of seven men and eight women, and for one woman to enjoy the undivided attention of all or most of our men, the other women would have to be neglected, at least for a while. It was acceptable during special occasions like birthdays, but our ladies could be demanding, and they didn't like going without for long. Adding a couple of men to the mix, at least intermittently, would go a long way towards balancing that demand.

The possibility was even more exciting for Mike. He'd had a crush on Tethys since the first night he'd met her, at one of our office parties. He'd yearned for her from afar, and even felt protective of her when he thought that Beth and I were seeming to get too close. That he'd get the opportunity to fuck this woman he worshipped had been beyond his dreams, if not his fantasies. Mike's enthusiastic reaction at the possibility of experiencing Tethys was enough to trigger Beth's latent insecurities, and it took some major reassurance from several of us, including Tethys and Mike, to convince her that this situation was not a threat. It helped even more when she was able to participate in the encounters, observing, talking, and supervising. More surprising to me, she took advantage of opportunities to fuck both Carl and Henri once in a while, with the wholehearted concurrence of Rena, Hera, and Sonia. The Tribal "annex" was working out well.

We were certainly evolving. As Beth shed her insecurities, especially about Mike and Tethys fucking, our relationship became more casually intimate, without interfering with our professional duties. Tethys, Megan, Hera, and myself became fairly regular visitors to Beth's house. She, Mike, and Romeo visited at our house on occasion as well, in addition to the increasingly regular attendance at our Sunday gatherings with the Hills. Mike and Romeo were perfect gentlemen at the gatherings, making no overtures to the men, refraining from playing with one another, and responding appreciatively to all the women, who appreciated them in return. At Beth's house, they were not so standoffish. They weren't after me in any way, but they weren't shy about including each other in their affections, as well as the girls. Tethys, Megan and Hera were of course completely unfazed by it, Hera especially was turned on by the men together at the same time as with her. Tethys and Megan could take it or leave it, but they certainly enjoyed the extra male attention. Beth had chosen to take the perspective that her boys deserved an occasional treat; she enjoyed playing with additional men, why shouldn't they be able to fuck other women? As long as they were with her, and she could watch and enjoy it, she did indeed enjoy it. She soon branched out at our own gatherings, and before long had fucked every man in The Tribe except for me.

The work from home policy at our company was still in effect, and while some other corporations were already making return-to-the-office noises, our company thankfully had no such plans. The nature of our work made it easy to be productive at home, and the experiment had so far been an unmitigated success. Beth, Mike and I were in some ways a semi-autonomous subdivision in the database department. Our work in developing and implementing the new database system was complete, and the work of administering it and the continuing minor debugs and upgrades didn't take all of our time, so we took on other projects within the company, from programming applications to interface redesigns to feature requests from different customers. It wasn't nearly as challenging as the project we'd already completed, and it might have gotten boring, except for the fact that we were being paid uncommonly well for it, and the even more significant fact that, with Mike and Beth recently having adopted the nudist lifestyle (I can proudly state that The Tribe was a major influence on that decision) we had become the first completely naked subdivision of the company. It made for much more pleasant work meetings.

Of course, professional ethics were still involved. There was no fucking, sucking, or fondling on the clock. Off the clock, we were good friends, and we enjoyed visiting Beth's threesome, or having them come to visit us, whenever it was convenient. Tethys was getting more group sex than she'd ever had before, and she was glowing!

Then there was the evening that we were sitting on Beth's couch, relaxing, drinking a sweet herbal tea. I was half-reclining comfortably, Beth and Hera were on either side of me, and we were watching Tethys being mobbed between Pete, Romeo, and Mike. Megan was kneeling beside them, capturing the video from as many angles as possible. She and Hera had gotten very good at recording our homemade porn episodes. Their videos, I thought, were much sexier than the professional stuff we so rarely watched any more. Maybe it was at least partially the fact that our own productions involved women I loved. As Tethys perched on her hands and knees, and Mike kneeled behind her, thrusting deep, while Romeo lay with his face below their crotches, alternately licking her clit and Mike's cock and balls, and Pete enjoyed Tethys' lips wrapped around his cock, we three on the couch watched fondly. I had already begun the proceedings by being the first to deposit my load inside Tethys, and I was enjoying the loud squishing noises her extra-saturated pussy made as Mike's cock worked towards adding to the liquid volume. The sound was captivating, as was the view, and my cock was already recovering. Two years of abundant pussy parking had done wonders for both my stamina and my rejuvenation ability, and I spent far more total time with an erection that I ever had during those years when I was lonely, horny, and unrequited. Now I was loved, embraced, horny, and very satisfied, yet with frequent and long-lasting erections. My cock inflated and began to rise as I watched the lovely sight. Suddenly I was shocked out of my reverie. Beth had grasped my cock and leaned down towards it while lifting it up for examination.

She looked at it closely for a moment, and while the expression on my face may have been horrified, my cock did not lose a bit of firmness. If anything, my erection surged, inexplicably.

"You know, this really is a very unusual dick," she said thoughtfully. "It's so wide and flat on the top. I've noticed it before, but not this close, and not in my hand. I think I like it."

"We call it 'the flight deck,'" Hera interjected. She had almost unconsciously reached her hand between my legs and was gently tickling my balls. "Doesn't it remind you of the flat topped deck of an aircraft carrier?"

"Hmmm, the U. S. S. Deep Thrust," Beth mused. It's pretty long, too. How easy was it to get used to taking this monster inside you?"

"Easier than Henri," Hera smiled. "I never had any trouble. I know Megan and Tethys didn't either."

Beth gave my shaft a squeeze as she looked up at my face and grinned. "I'd kind of like to give it a try," she hinted. "I've actually been thinking about it for a long time."

"Well I haven't!" I answered firmly. "Not only am I your coworker, I'm technically your supervisor, and it would be an abuse of our power dynamic."

She laughed. "Power dynamic? Taylor, when was the last time you pulled rank on me? What, maybe my second week? You've treated me like an equal partner for as long as we've worked together. We operate as a team, not a hierarchy. And how long have we known each other's deepest darkest secrets? Nothing we do is going to change that. Now, if you're not attracted to me, just say so. You can be honest."

"If you don't fuck her, Taylor, you're a fool," Hera piped up.

"It would be a tragedy if you two didn't fuck," came Megan's voice, and I looked up. She had the camera lens pointed at Beth and me, as Beth continued to massage my still-turgid cock. Apparently my dick was not impressed by my professional ethics argument. Mike had stopped moving inside Tethys, he had apparently already pumped a massive load into her, and was resting still, his relaxing cock still deep inside her. He stared at us expectantly. Tethys had removed Pete's cock from her mouth, although she still had a hard grip on his shaft with one hand, she and Rick had both turned their faces towards us.

"Taylor, I've been wanting you to fuck Beth, probably since before Beth wanted you to fuck her," Tethys said.

"I don't know, I've wanted to fuck him for a long time," Beth responded.

"Mike spoke up. "Remember the time that I asked you if you were having an affair with Beth? I knew that Beth was attracted to you then, and it seemed natural that you'd be attracted to her too. I don't see how you could not be... she's hot!"

Not to be left out, Pete also put in his say. "Tethys wants you to fuck Beth. Beth wants you to fuck Beth. Mike wants you to fuck Beth. Megan and Hera want you to fuck Beth. Everyone in The Tribe wants you to fuck Beth. And you know that you want to fuck Beth too. Not to fuck her would be an insult to your future wife, your coworkers, your Tribe, yourself, and everything that you hold dear. It might even be considered sedition, or heresy to the Goddess!"

Only Romeo remained silent. I'm not sure that he was even aware of the discussion. He was still laid out between Mike's and Tethys' thighs, feasting on the cream pie that was oozing between cock and tube, and accumulating on those irresistible pussy lips.

They had a strong argument.

Tethys addressed Beth. "Drag him over here beside me, and lay him on his back. Pete, you lay down alongside. Romeo, get out of the way. You'll have all the cum you can eat in a few minutes."

Apparently Romeo had a powerful appetite for semen.

Hera and Beth each took one of my hands and led me out to the floor. Tethys stood and Pete lay on his back in the space vacated by Romeo. Tethys reached for Beth's free hand and smiled at her. "I'd be honored to fuck side by side with you."

I stretched out on my back, and Pete and I shared a quick fist bump. Megan took an advantageous filming angle while Beth straddled me and Tethys straddled Pete, then each lowered themselves onto our respective cocks and guided them into their wet cunts. I was momentarily surprised that Beth hadn't gone for any foreplay. Admittedly, Pete and Romeo had both fucked her earlier, and all three of the other guys had taken turns tonguing her pussy. She'd cum quite happily for each one. But that had been some time ago, and while I was used to Tethys being naturally wet and eager to envelop herself around a cock with a minimum of preparation, I still expected most women to prefer some sort of preliminary oral or manual stimulation to get the juices flowing freely. Never mind that every other woman in The Tribe could at least sometimes be completely ready and eager on nothing more than the visual and aural stimulation of our friends being pleasured. There was plenty of that in the room already, and Beth was obviously sopping wet as I easily plunged into her, or rather, she easily engulfed the entire length and breadth of my Flight Deck in one smooth dip.

Beth and Tethys quickly synchronized their undulations, and added some pleasantly harmonic ululations, while Hera, not to be left out, maneuvered Romeo back to the couch, leaning him back and plopping onto his lap, riding him in her patented reverse cowgirl style. It was blindingly obvious that my relationship with Beth had now changed, both professionally and personally. That had to be true for my relationship with Mike as well. We were a team, and we had a personal stake not only in our own success, but in each other's success as well. It felt odd to be musing about work related matters as my coworker vigorously rode my cock, it certainly wasn't something I had any experience with. All my professional ethics had forbidden this moment, until they hadn't. Now it was time to rationalize. Of course I could rationalize with my cock embedded into the luscious and eager pussy of a beautiful woman! I rationalized that many married couples were also business partners, often very successful ones. I wasn't married to Beth, I was engaged to the woman who was fucking my friend next to me. Did that make it different? My cock surged as I considered the level of commitment involved. Would our sexual relationship prevent me from fairly evaluating her work? That was a danger. We would be needing to have a serious discussion once this encounter was over. Suddenly and inexplicably, the sober thoughts sent a spasm through my groin, and I spewed the contents of my balls and my prostate into Beth's already stuffed and soaked tunnel. Just as suddenly, and triggered by my orgasm, she shuddered and cried out with one of her own, and her juices diluted and amplified the volume of the fluids flowing downward over my crotch. I didn't usually get this kind of flow from Tethys, she was expert at creating a seal with her kegel muscles, but the other ladies could be big leakers. Beth continued grinding on top of me, forcing even more fragrant nectar down my pole. Tethys looked over and giggled, then worked her magic on Pete, extracting his cum just a few seconds later.

"That was beautiful!" Megan exclaimed, still handling video duties. She'd been faced with a challenge trying to get sufficient footage of all three fucking couples, but she'd been focused on Pete and I side by side fucking, with the pink wet pussies sliding up and down over our cocks when those cocks went off. I have to say Beth and I made for the more spectacular cum shot.

Hera and Romeo continued to fuck on the couch for a few more minutes, until he came with a series of groans and grunts. She immediately pushed him to the floor, straddled his face, and fed him his own cum as it dribbled out of her cunt. He lapped it up enthusiastically.

Then Beth really surprised me. "I've been breaking a lot of taboos lately. Tethys, are you ready to help me break another one?"

Tethys nodded knowingly, and both women lifted off the diminishing cocks that had only moments before filled them. Beth lay on the floor beside me, and Tethys crawled over to her, over her, and positioned herself as the top lady in a 69. My eyes bugged out, and Mike and Romeo both looked shocked. Pete's semen dripped thickly from the cunt of Tethys into the busily working jaw of Beth, who was also nibbling and licking at Tethys' clit and audibly inhaling her essence. Her hands stroked up and down over Tethys' body, kneading her ass and her thighs, and caressing her tits, even tentatively squeezing her nipples. Tethys was doing the same, except more lapping was required to capture my cum so that Tethys could suck it up. They both emitted a symphony of yummy noises as they slurped.

"I'm still not bisexual," Beth insisted as we relaxed afterwards.

"Did you enjoy playing with Tethys or not?" asked Mike skeptically.

"Of course I did," Beth answered. "She tasted yummy, and she felt good, and I think she enjoyed me too."

"Oh, yeah," Tethys nodded happily.

"Would you do it again?" I asked.

"In a minute," Beth nodded. "Her being filled with semen is what overcame my reluctance. I love men's cum."

"Me too," broke in Hera. I think I'm addicted to fresh man-milk. But that doesn't mean I'm not also bi." Megan and Tethys added their agreement.

"Would you eat my pussy again if there was no semen in it? Would you let me eat yours?" asked Tethys.

Beth thought for a moment. "Yes, I would. I actually liked how you tasted even when the male cum was all gone. I have to admit, I also liked the feel of your body. I think I've just become more all-around sexual since I got involved with all you guys. I'm more accepting of sex in different forms."

"So you're not bisexual, you're pansexual," Megan suggested.

"Well, I wouldn't get involved with animals, if that's what you mean," Beth responded doubtfully.

That drew a few giggles.

"I think that I'm naturally attracted to men. If I see a hot guy I have an immediate, instinctive response. Don't let it go to your head, Taylor, but I got a wet pussy and tingly nipples the first time I saw you."

"Geeze, that makes me chopped liver," Mike muttered.

"You grew on me fast, once I realized how sexy you really are," Beth said comfortingly. "My point is I don't get that kind of instinctive reaction towards women. I enjoyed what we did, Tethys, and like I said, I'd do it again, but the situation already has to be set for it. I don't think I would initiate it."

She paused for a moment. "Well, maybe with you girls here I might. Fuck, I don't know anymore."

"You're overthinking it," said Hera. "Taylor does that too. Maybe that's why the two of you get along so well."

Tethys looked at me and grinned, Beth shrugged, and I shrugged. I was less concerned about the details of Beth's sexual response than I was the professional implications of this new wrinkle in our relationship.

Tethys looked pointedly at me. "You and Beth are going to be fucking a lot more often from here on out."

"Is that a suggestion, an observation, a prophecy, a wish, or a complaint?" I asked.

"It's a command!" Megan proclaimed.

"A command," repeated Tethys.

"A command!" agreed Beth.

Hera just nodded, and even the men assented cheerfully.

That just made our business relationship even more problematic. Once the main passions had cooled, but while we were still pleasantly bathing in the aroma of our sweat and cum, Beth and Mike and I met in her home office. The other girls remained in the living room with Pete and Romeo, who I'm sure had more of their precious bodily fluids available to share.

"So how can we maintain our professional relationship now that our personal relationship has completely overlapped it?" I asked.

"We can't, and we wont," answered Beth.

I was puzzled. "What does that mean?"

Mike began to explain. "Taylor, we've finished our big, challenging project. We got a nice raise, and I'm happy with that, but now we're just in caretaker mode for the software. Nothing we're doing is really honing our skills, and it's gotten boring, to be honest. You could get an entry level worker to do my job now at half my salary. Once Beth and I moved in together that made it even more clear that we had to change our work relationship. I've been making inquiries and applications for other jobs, and I've had a couple of offers. I got a real nice one a couple of days ago, a supervisory application developer. I was going to accept the offer tomorrow, and give my notice once that was confirmed."

"Wait a minute, how come you didn't tell me you were looking?" I was surprised, and feeling more than a little abandoned.

"You know how this business works, Taylor. I'm overpaid and no longer mission critical. If I act like I want to be elsewhere, the company will lay me off before I've even found something else. It's not personal to you, I just didn't want the word getting out prematurely."

I snorted with annoyance. I could have kept that information confidential if Mike had come to me and asked me to. But really, what difference would it have made? He was right. If I were looking for another job, I probably would have kept it to myself as well.

I took a deep breath. "Well, congratulations, I hope. Is it a local company?"

"It's just a few blocks away, actually. Poudre Engineering. And it's another decent salary increase too. The only disadvantage is I can't worked naked from home, at least not at first. Once I'm past my probation period, I should be eligible for work from home, though."

I looked at Beth. She had a strange expression on her face. "Don't tell me you're leaving too."

"I have to, don't I? You can't be my boss while we're having a sexual relationship. Unless, of course, I'm your personal secretary, which I'm not."

"But we weren't having a sexual relationship, until tonight," I protested.

"We've been building up to it for a long time," she pointed out, "whether you knew it or not. Mike and Romeo knew I planned to fuck you before they moved in with me, and they've been fine with it."

I gave Mike a quick glare, and he smiled back guilelessly.

"So I told Ron Sanchez that I wanted something more challenging than database maintenance, and he found me a spot in the networking department. He said he'd have to clear it with you first, but if you said it was ok he would move me over. That made now a perfect time to fuck you, and now you have to approve of me leaving," Beth remarked casually.

"Are you going to help me train your replacements?" I asked.

"I'm not," Mike shrugged. "I'll be gone in two weeks if Ron doesn't fire me first. You can call me if you have questions, though."

"It'll be up to Ron and my new boss whether I stay that long," Beth said. "Like Mike said, it's an entry level position now, we've spent the last year dumbing it down so anybody can do it. That's our big accomplishment. But yeah, you can call me with questions too. And if it's after hours, you know where to find Mike and me."

As it turned out, Beth did stay in my department longer than Mike did. And Mike was ridiculously easy to contact after hours. We actually did discuss the database a few times, and his feedback was helpful. We hired a couple of entry level programmers right out of college, a young man and a young woman. They were both smart, attractive, and willing to learn, and it seemed like the project was remaining in good hands. It probably should not have been surprising to me when they started making eyes at each other the first week. It wasn't exactly subtle, but as nether was senior to the other, they weren't breaking any company rules. Beth gave them a few weeks of training, and after her transfer she was still regularly available to answer questions. She had no regrets about the change, and she liked her new boss, an analyst named Jimmy Johnson.

"Didn't he used to coach the Dallas Cowboys?" I asked.

"Yeah, but he was a lot older then. He's much younger now than he was at the time," she snarked.

"I see that. He's changed his hair, too."

"Of course. Wouldn't you?" she chuckled.

Jimmy was smart and capable, and seemed friendly enough. Beth was a little more formal in his company than she had ever been in mine, and she never had lunch with him. Of course, she was still mostly working from home, naked, which tended to keep them at a little more than just arms length.

In the meantime, Beth and her two men remained close to The Tribe, and although they still brought in men from elsewhere for their own entertainment from time to time, they attended our Sunday go-to-meeting events at the Hill's regularly as just the three of them. I could almost forget that the men were bisexual from watching them at the Tribal gatherings, they seemed to appreciate and enjoy the ladies unreservedly. Mike was especially enthusiastic about the opportunity to fuck Tethys, something he had been fantasizing about for a very long time. He didn't quite neglect the attentions from the other women, but it was clear that Tethys was his favorite. Beth often expressed a cheerful jealousy over his desire, and Tethys was charmed and delighted by his devotion to her.

"He's a card-carrying unapologetic geek, and he knows how to use that trait in his favor," she reported. "Remember when he was shy and socially awkward? Those days are gone, at least here. He's dedicated himself to becoming a good lover, and he's fantastically skilled now. I owe Beth and Romeo a big thank you. They've definitely helped him with his homework."

"I can see why Beth's jealous," I said, not completely joking. "When he's got both of you at once, I think he pays more attention to you."

"He's got Beth at home every night. When he's here, I think he gets excited about all the women. I know that he and Romeo get it on with each other, but seriously, I think he's much more attracted to women than to men. I suspect he's willing to fuck and suck other men mostly to make Beth happy. He doesn't mind it, but it seems his mind is mostly on pussy. I feel like Romeo's more evenly balanced."

"Are you saying I'm unbalanced?" I challenged.

"You have a definite tilt," she smiled. "And I love you for it. I don't mind seeing two men together, but I can't imagine you being with anyone other than a woman. And when you're fucking a woman, Taylor, I can't even describe how beautiful you are. I love to watch you fuck. It's breathtaking!"

"What about when I fuck you? Do you watch that too?"

"If it gets recorded. Sometimes when I'm by myself I watch videos of us fucking. But experiencing your cock is the best thing in my world. I'm so glad I live with you, Taylor. I'm so glad we sleep together most nights. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun being a slut and fucking eight other men if I didn't have you to cheer me on and provide the icing on the cake. You're the one who makes me feel safe and whole and secure and adventurous."

That conversation led, as did several others, to the topic of our engagement. It was time to make tangible plans for our wedding.

"May is best," she insisted. "I want it to be outdoors at Joe and Jo's place, when it's warm."

"So do I. But I also want something that my family and your Dad can attend without getting weirded out by the naked orgy."

We made an alternative plan. We would have a legal marriage from a Justice of the Peace on a Friday, making it accessible for those either not inclined or not old enough for anything X-rated. We would then have a naked Goddess-ceremony on Sunday, a celebration geared towards The Tribe."

"We could invite my Mom and your Dad to that one," I suggested. "I wonder if they'd actually want to attend?"

"At their own risk," Tethys snorted. "Actually, I think your Mom might actually enjoy it on some perverted level. You know she's a bit wilder than she lets on."

"Not that wild, I think. I could ask her, but I'd probably be nervous and creeped out a bit if she was there. No matter how liberated she is or independent I am."

She nodded. "I understand. Part of me wants my Dad to be there, mostly just to make him uncomfortable. I'd love for him to have to watch multiple men fucking me, and then women licking the cum out of my pussy. He'd have a heart attack."

"And then the whole celebration would be interrupted and the mood would be ruined. Sometimes vengeance is counterproductive," I pointed out.

"That's true. I definitely want a cheerful atmosphere. And I'm sure you know, Taylor, every bride wants her wedding to be a big production. You know what I want."

How could I not know? "A gangbang, of course."

"Yep, and not a little one, either. I want every man there to cum inside me. That should be at least nine guys. As soon as one guy pumps me full of cum, the next guy in line needs to slide his cock inside and fuck me, without any delay. I want to be overflowing with cum. I want it to be the sloppiest gangbang on record."

"It will definitely have to be recorded," I agreed. "I'm sure Hera would love to do the videography. Or maybe Phoebe."

"You'll go first. You get a clean pussy, kind of a symbolic virgin. Everyone else can work out the fucking order, but Carl should go last, because as much as he loves sloppy seconds, he'll go ape-shit at a chance to have sloppy ninths."

"Makes sense. And who gets the privilege of eating all that cum out of you when we're done? Do you expect any volunteers?"

"I've been thinking about that," she mused.

"I'm sure you have."

She laughed. "Yeah, a lot. It might have to be a cooperative effort, but I'm going to guess that the person who would be most eager to lap it all out of me would be Rena. That woman has become the most cum-thirsty girl I've ever seen. She'd pour semen on her breakfast cereal every morning instead of milk if she could."

"I tend to agree," I agreed. "She's developed a real love of cocksucking, although she still likes being fucked. More than just likes it, I guess."

"I rarely see a cock in her pussy without another one in her mouth," Tethys added. "She's come such a long way since we first met her. And Megan is so proud of her."

"They're more like sisters than mother and daughter now," I said. Rena was too protective of her at first, but now they're all about the shared adventure. Megan enjoys watching her mother fuck more than even Angela or Hera do, I think."

"They're built like sisters. Rena's had a lot of years drop off her since she came into The Tribe. I'm proud of her too."

I thought for a moment. "I'd kind of like to see Beth eating cum out of your pussy after the gang bang. I almost think she'd do it. She's come a long way in a short time too."

There was another topic that it was time to discuss. For Tethys, her biological clock was ticking. She wanted a baby, and so did I. There really wasn't any good reason to put it off any longer.

"So my wedding gang bang will be my last for a while. I'll be going off the pill after that, and you'll be the only man who cums inside of me until I'm safely pregnant, ok?"

Of course that was ok, it was what we'd talked about before, and I was looking forward to it.

"I can still do oral sex, because I can't help but love sucking cock, but I can't even have a tongue in my pussy if that tongue has touched another man's semen. I want to know that my baby is your baby, Taylor."

It was probably a dumb urge, but I had to play devil's advocate. "Why does the biological fatherhood matter anyway? Lots of people love their adopted children as much as they would their natural children."

She gave me an icy glare. "We would cross that bridge if we had to, but until proven otherwise your DNA is important to me. I want our baby to have it, if at all possible. Don't you dare try to weasel out of it!"

"No weaseling here," I answered, sufficiently chagrined. "I'll do my manly best to do my manly duty."

"You'd better. And no fucking anybody else until you've impregnated me. Your cock is going to be doing hard time in my cunt, and there will be no time off for good behavior."

Hera and Megan will be broken hearted, and especially Rena," I responded.

"No they won't, they're on my side. Rena will especially be your supervisor. If I'm not there, she's going to make sure that cock is soft and dangling idly, and fight off all claimants. Nobody's going to touch it but me. Don't feel too mistreated, though, it's probably going to get more action than it's gotten from every woman in The Tribe combined. I'm going to wear you out, you pitiful mother fucker."

"My life is hell," I groaned and sat down with my head low.

Tethys and I had both read that for maximum sperm potency, men needed a decent recovery period between ejaculations, some sources said several days at least. Tethys was having none of that, and I agreed with her.

"I want frequency, not concentration. I want my fallopian tubes bathed in sperm constantly, even if they're diluted a bit. That's got to give me better chances than an occasional concentrated shot which could miss the target."

Our girlfriends completely agreed, and promised to help in whatever way they could. "Even if he can't fuck us, we can still help keep him stimulated," Megan offered. "I'd love sucking on his balls while his cock is buried deep inside you, or even to help him get hard for his next session."

"I know where his prostate is. I'll stick my finger up his ass while he's fucking you and make him shoot whenever you're ready for him to," added Rena helpfully.

"We just need to make sure he cums deep, and that you don't spill a drop," Hera suggested.

Now all we had to do was finalize the arrangements. I asked around in my family, and Tethys got back in touch with her dad. We made a date. Our legal marriage date was to be Saturday, May 15. We would have our Goddess Celebration with The Tribe the following day. Tethys was excitedly looking forward to both of those days, and so was I. The legal marriage day was meant to be for friends and family who were not necessarily into nudity and orgies. That meant my mother, brother and sisters, and my young nieces and nephews. It also included Nicholas, Tethys' father, as well as my brothers and sister-in-law. My mom surprised us when she asked if she could bring a date. One of her three gentlemen friends was interested in being there and meeting us. I was a little surprised she wasn't bringing all three, and Tethys thought the idea extremely amusing.

Some of my coworkers also wanted to be there: Ron Sanchez, my former Boss Gil Marlan, and Dave Marks from systems, who was now working much more closely with Beth, would also be there. Beth and Mike were of course attending, but more surprising was that the entire Tribe, who were going to be seeing us the next day anyway, decided to also attend the legal event. I was happy to have them there, but the far larger crowd than expected meant I was going to have to rent a space. I hate logistics.

Tethys and I chose not to exchange wedding rings. I hadn't given her an engagement ring, and if I'd offered she would have refused it.

"I am living my life as naked as possible as often as possible," she said. She even eschewed shoes when she could. The no-ring inspiration was triggered by Mimi and Ray's memories of their youth, when Mimi had lost her wedding ring in the surf at Black's Beach, and to ease her emotional distress over it, Ray had hurled his own ring into the water. They had enjoyed forty three years of marital bliss since without the gold blemish, as they had taken to calling it, around their fingers. Their love and commitment to one another was powerfully obvious without the material prop. Their daughter, Anna Diwata (she considered both names as her first name)had also opted for a ringless marriage. Of course, that was as much a practical choice as a symbolic one, as with three husbands and two wives, the weight in gold would have been substantial. Gary, her legal husband and soulmate, was a database guy like me, and while we hadn't yet met in person, we'd had good zoom chats, and I liked him. Tethys had met him during her visits to San Diego, and had fucked him several times, with the supervision and support of Anna. We were both extra pleased, as well as surprised, when Mimi and Ray reported that they would also be attending our wedding, and that Gary and Anna Diwata, as well as their other spouses Sue, Mandy, Dave, and Rick would be attending as well.

"That adds a few cocks to your gang bang," I warned Tethys. "There will be a dozen men there, if Ray still refuses to fuck you. Can you handle that many?"

"More than a dozen, since you're obligated to fuck me twice -- first and last," Tethys reminded me.

'"Wait, I thought Carl was cumming last," I said.

"Sure, in the first round. But a couple of guys might want to have a second go. And then you have to fuck me again after everyone else is done, to symbollically reclaim me as your own. The other ladies and I discussed that, and it's an official decision."

"I don't get a vote?"

"Sure you do, and you vote 'yes'," she grinned.

One other question that others asked was never a question for us. Tethys was going to keep her last name. She worked professionally under the name Tethys Parios, that's what she sold her art work as, and there seemed no reason to change it. I would have done the same.

"I thought about changing it once, just as to spite my parents," she had told me long ago. "I didn't have an alternative in mind, though, and when you think about it, my dad is just one generation. My name goes back a lot further than that, and I'm sure it's been carried by people I'd be proud to be descended from. I'm proud of my Greek heritage, and I'd like to think it goes all the way back to Ariadne and Dionysus. That was a true story, you know. She had eleven children."

"I'd want to see the DNA," I'd responded, although I enjoyed the story, and if Tethys associated it with her name, it would be a definite keeper.

I suddenly remembered a question I'd intended to ask, but had forgotten more than once. Mimi and Ray had been big influences on Tethys' attitudes towards relationships since she'd known them. "Didn't Mimi take Ray's last name?"

"Well, yes, but she didn't really have a last name to keep."

"I thought it was Diwata."

"That's what she told people who asked, but that was really her grandmother's first name, and she took it in her memory, even though she'd never met her."

"Didn't she have a last name?"

Tethys shook her head and looked somber. "No, she had no birth certificate, and as far as the Philippine government was concerned, she never existed. She didn't even know what day her birthday was. She and Ray just picked a day that seemed reasonable, and went with that. She was literally living in the underbelly of society when Ray found her. Her grandmother was a prostitute, her mother was a prostitute, and her father was a small-time gangster and pimp, and almost certainly a murderer. They all died young, as you can imagine. She never went to school, she had to teach herself how to read and write. She learned a little English and basic addition and subtraction from her customers, but Ray helped her later on."

"She told you all that?"

"She wrote an autobiography. She didn't publish it, but I read it while I was visiting them."

"Who were her customers?"

"Men. She was a child prostitute following in her mother's footsteps. It was a pretty horrific life. Ray helped her escape from all that, snuck her away from her pimp, and he and his Sergeant in the Air Force helped her get a job on base, and hired her as a live-in domestic. That's why Mimi and Ray are still so close to Charles and Betty, and visit them here in Austin every summer."

"Holy hell," I breathed. "That really sounds scary."

"I don't know if I could emotionally recover from that. But Mimi seems like the happiest person you could ever meet, and I don't think she's faking it," Tethys said. "But anyway, her taking Ray's name and me keeping mine are completely different circumstances."

"I can see that," I agreed.

"Our child will have your name, of course," she reminded me.

"What, no hyphenation?" I poked.

She smiled. "No offense to those who are hyphenated, but that's an abomination. It sets a bad precedent. What do we do, just add a hyphenated name every generation? We'll get a hyphenated string of a hundred names eventually! Sooner or later you have to drop somebody's name. You might as well do it right at the start."

The winter passed like a blur for me. The rapidly approaching future was daily the preeminent thought in my mind, I felt almost obsessive about it. There were some inconveniences, the training of our entry-level programmers, Josh and Olivia, required that I be in the office most days, so working from home was no longer possible. That inconvenience was only partially compensated for by the fact that both the "kids" were bright and personable, and while they had a lot to learn, and their education seemed to have neglected some fairly basic concepts, they were attentive and receptive to their new roles. They also found themselves quickly attracted to one another, and within a couple of months of arriving at the company, they were already dating. I worried about that at first, but it turned out not to be the distraction I expected. They were, after all, genuine card-carrying geeks, and they apparently spent a not-insignificant portion of their personal time together working on programming problems from their training. I could only shake my head in silent gratitude, and bless the database gods for bringing them together. Still, it took a lot of my time reviewing, critiquing, correcting, and demanding frequent rewrites of their code and data structures. I sincerely missed the nearly effortless competence of Beth and Mike.

As the big day drew closer, and spring unfolded, my excitement grew. I had to procure a venue for the ceremony and reception, and of course pay for it. We hadn't planned a reception, or much of a ceremony. Our original idea had been to simply show up at the Justice of the Peace and have them do the legal requirements. But when it turned out that we were going to have so many people in attendance, we had to treat it like the party it would become. That also meant arranging for a catered dinner. Good thing I'd gotten that raise! Still, compared to a lot of weddings we kept a pretty strict budget. We kept it informal. There was no dress code, no bridesmaids, no Best Man, no band, and of course no rings. The ceremony itself was going to be short and sweet, the minimum legal procedure. All our attention would be focused on the following party.

There were going to be kids at the reception, so of course it was rated G. No nudity, no orgy. Just food and laughter. I was glad for the simplicity, because, in all honesty, arranging a wedding is a hassle. I did get plenty of help from The Tribe, though. Everyone wanted to be involved. Sonya called up some people she knew and got us a nice meeting hall at a good price. Henri volunteered himself as the caterer, and while we forbid him from doing it for free, he insisted on an obscenely low price for his services. I knew we'd be in good hands for the food. Hera created decorations that were far more elaborate than anything I would have chosen, and Megan wrote up brochures.

"C'mon, guys, this is overkill!" I insisted, but the helpers were unmoved.

"I won't say this about everybody," Megan responded, "but you only get married once."

"That sounds ominous," Tethys retorted.

"Who's your Best Man?" asked my younger sister Kathy when I outlined our plans to the rest of the family.

"Nobody," I responded rather curtly.

There was a chorus of disbelief and dissent.

"Bridesmaids?" asked Jenny.

"Nope."

My mother, who had a better understanding of our plans than anyone else, stood quietly, looking unhelpfully smug.

"Then why the hell have a wedding at all?" pouted my sister-in-law Brit.

"To give you guys a chance for a free meal," I retorted. "Besides, big elaborate weddings always lead to divorce, eventually. I don't recall any of you guys turning your weddings into a royal procession."

"At least we all had ours in a church," Kathy answered. "There was some vestige of tradition with us. You and Tethys are so contrary I'm surprised it's not a nudist wedding or something."

I felt my ears burning, and I hoped it didn't look as obvious as it felt. I stole a quick glance at my mother, who kept an almost poker face, yet I could see the hint of laughter in her eyes.

"Kathy wishes it was a nudist wedding, I believe," ribbed her husband, Tom. "I think she wishes we'd had one."

"I do not!" Kathy protested, punching him on the arm, but there was no vehemence in either her denial or her strike.

My mother turned to me, grinning, her eyes glistening. She put her hand to her mouth so that only I could see her lips. "Yes, she does," she mouthed.

Eventually everyone got used to the idea of our minimalist wedding, and it stopped being controversial. If anything, our friends and family were treating us as an already married couple. They might as well have, we were living together, traveling together, attending events together, and fucking other people together. The distinction between a recognized couple and a formally announced one may seem subtle, but it is evident to those who are familiar with you. It somehow felt different, more serious, with higher stakes. I thought my feelings toward Tethys hd been serious before, I had thought I was committed, but now I felt it so much more strongly. If we had truly been in a monogamous relationship before, I don't think any other woman would have been able to possibly tempt me. But as we were now, I somehow felt my sexual communication with all the other women on a deeper level, as though my commitment to Tethys also extended to The Tribe as a whole. I had always enjoyed watching Tethys fuck the other guys, and seeing her and the other ladies playing with each other. Now it seemed even more significant when I was fucking another one of the girls to have Tethys watching me with approval and love. Megan still sang when she rode my cock, now I even felt like singing along.

A week before the wedding, Mimi and Ray Kirstensen showed up with Anna and Gary, as well as their other "spouses," Mandy, Dave, Sue, and Rick. They stayed with Joe and Jo, who had plenty of extra room in the house as long as they stayed in the two guest rooms. Mimi and Ray took one room, the younger group took the other. They didn't complain about it being crowded, they were used to sleeping together. Anna Diwata and Gary were legally married to one another, as were Mandy and Dave, and Sue and Rick. Beyond the legalities, they considered themselves in a group marriage, and had been together as a close-knit polyamorous sextuple for nearly six years. Anna's son Gary Junior was biologically fathered by Gary, her daughter Hana carried Dave's DNA. There were three other children among the group, and while parentage was genetically confirmed, primarily for any medical needs that might arise, there was no distinction within the group. Every man acted as a father figure to every child, each woman traded off mothering, and even nursing duties whenever the occasion had called for it. I'd never seen a group of people so close.

For this trip, though, the children were still in California, being watched by Mandy's parents, who being old hippies and lifetime nudists themselves, enthusiastically approved of their daughter's lifestyle. The adults were using it as a much-needed break, and had determined to enjoy every uninhibited moment of it. They were a beautiful group of people, all about thirty years old. I had to admit that Anna Diwata was spectacularly beautiful under any standard, and was the visual centerpiece of the group. Taller than her mother, she was about average height for a woman, but that may have been about all that was average about her. Her skin was lighter than her mother's, and darker than her father's, an even olive complexion that was comparable to Megan or Rena. Her hair was thick, straight, and jet-black, sweeping flawlessly down to the middle of her back. Her eyes were that same sparkling black, almost startling in the contrast with their white surroundings, with that slightly almond Asian shape to them. The sparkle in her eyes matched her bright and exuberant smile, which seemed to be an innate feature of her personality. Her lean body reminded me very much of that of Tethys. She was muscular without being massive, slender without being skinny, and projected a physical strength and power about her that embodied itself as gracefulness.

As hard as it was to tear my eyes away from her, Hera stared open-mouthed in dumfounded admiration. I'd always thought of Hera as a bit audacious in her vaginal piercing and jewelry preference, but Anna Diwata had her beat. She had a piercing in her clitoral hood, through which a small gold ring was inserted, but that was only one of four. Her naval was also pierced with its own bejeweled ring, and each nipple had another ring dangling. A fine gold chain was threaded through the nipple rings, loosely hanging between her breasts, and continuing down outside the nipples to meet again at the ring through her belly. Another chain extended below, connecting the navel ring with her clit ring. She also wore another ring, topped with a diamond, on her finger, in the traditional place for a wedding ring.

"I don't always wear the chains, but I do always have the rings," she mentioned in response to Hera's amazed gape. "It's to symbolize my five spouses."

She was the only one wearing that kind of symbolism, Gary had the traditional stoneless wedding ring on his finger, while the others wore no jewelry at all. I had seen pictures of Gary before, but in person I was surprised by how much he reminded me of Carl. He was a little shorter, a little less bronzed, and lacked the the large facial bone structure and psuedo-brow ridges that had Tethys referring to Carl as "her Denisovan," but the shaved head and shaved body was there, and the extraordinary musculature of one who had spent years lifting heavy weights in a systematic program. He also seemed to share a little bit of Carl's shy nature, or maybe he was just naturally taciturn, but Anna's outgoing cheerful exuberance was enough for both of them. I noticed Tethys eyeing him appreciatively, she had fucked him before when she'd visited Mimi and Ray in San Diego a year and a half before. She had reported him to have a very attractive and skilled cock, but she'd assured me she liked mine better. All I could tell was that the whole naked package looked quite well matched, and he had nothing to be ashamed of.

Anna Diwata's other spouses were also extremely attractive people, not the extraordinary physical specimens that Anna and Gary were, but beautiful in every objective sense. All seemed confident and comfortable in their own very exposed skins. And in them, I suddenly realized what should have been obvious a long time before: It was after having spent two weeks with them in San Diego that Tethys had disposed of all her makeup and jewelry, and decided that for her, naked meant naked. Anna Diwata and Gary had their minimal symbolic jewelry, but the others, including Mimi and Ray themselves, wore the same outfits they had been born with, and nothing more, unless absolutely necessary. I couldn't find fault with that decision, Tethys and all of the Kirstensen clan were beautiful to the point that no external embellishment, whether cloth, tattoo, paint, or bauble, could possibly add any improvement.

Mimi herself was a forced of nature. To my eye, she wasn't much taller than a hobbit, but there the resemblance ended. At sixty one, she could easily have passed for forty five or less. She looked good. Almost as black as Sonia, in every other respect her features were classic southeast Asian, even though her ancestry was decidedly more complex. Her straight black hair, flecked with gray, reached to the middle of her back, the smoothness of her skin belied her many years of sun exposure. As befits one who has been maintaining a heavy weight lifting regimen since her teens, every muscle in her body was thick and powerful, with no excess fat to camouflage her physique. Her muscles were not steroid-inflated, and her build was balanced, so there were no cartoonish-looking bulges that might have marred the lines of a professional body builder. She was a short, tight, densely powerful little trampoline, with an energy level that could put to shame any one of us, including Carl. And honestly, how many sixty-one year old women do you meet with washboard abs?

Mimi's personality matched her physical presence, she literally bubbled with joy, and with eroticism. Her raw and uninhibited sexuality exceed that of Megan, Rena, and Phoebe combined, with an intensity that might have been uncomfortable or even embarrassing in a more demure environment. Sex was her favorite topic, her favorite activity, her favorite sport. Unabashedly bisexual, she still had a special love for men, for cocks, and for semen. She literally could not hold a conversation with a naked man from a safe distance, she had to be in touching range, and then her hand had to be wrapped around his cock while she chatted. If she was talking to two men, she would have a cock in each hand. If she was talking to a woman, she would have a hand cupped over the woman's butt cheek. For anyone who was uncomfortable with a touchy-feely person, Mimi would be their worst nightmare. The only way to keep her at bay was to wear clothes.

While Ray had chosen to become monogamous with Mimi over the last few years, according to him to keep from being completely worn out from the demands, Mimi had made no such commitment. They weren't the promiscuous, debauched polyamorous couple they had been in previous years, but Mimi reported that she still had access to a couple of other fuck buddies in San Diego. Ray was happy with that, because as he told us with no hint of embarrassment, he was only capable of providing a quality fuck a couple of days a week at his age, and Mimi needed a lot more than that to keep her satisfied.

"You know why she's like that," Tethys reminded me later. "You heard the story before. Mimi came from a very dark place, darker and more traumatic than I think either one of us could imagine. She feels it was her sexuality, and Ray's love of her and his acceptance of her background, that saved her. She spent too much of her youth experiencing sex as something that was imposed and forced upon her, but when she could make it her own, and express it as an aspect of her own identity and creative force, that she felt free and complete. She was basically a priestess of The Goddess long before Phoebe ever came up with the idea. Her attitude is something like 'your sexuality can never dominate my own, because mine is more powerful and more beautiful.' It's how she lives her life."

Yes, I'd heard it before. It was a sad story with an unlikely happy ending, but it still amazed me that she retained this attitude into her sixties, and had passed it on to her daughter. Ray was an incredible man, in my opinion, for having nurtured and preserved this aspect of her character for her own happiness. It's not like it had been a big sacrifice for him, though. Just as Tethys had introduced me to Hera and Megan and Phoebe, and we'd built a Tribe with more wonderful pussy for me than I could ever dream of, Mimi had helped Ray enjoy an abundance of long-term lovers who also remained close friends.

It was Ray who had introduced Mimi to weight training all those years ago, and they had integrated it into their lives together for forty-five years now. Ray looked to be everything that Carl and Gary aspired to be. He had muscle mass, balance, leanness, and he exuded confidence. Honestly, how many sixty-seven year old men do you meet with washboard abs? Watching Ray and Gary interact, it was obvious how much the younger man looked up to his father-in-law, and Ray just as obviously liked him. Now I was watching Carl, just beginning the process of getting to know him, and I saw the look of awe on his face as well.

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"One week to go until the wedding ritual before the Goddess, and you men all know what you have to do." Phoebe was acting as spokeswoman for The Tribe, at least all the women in it. They'd already had their own meeting. It was Sunday at the Hill's, a nice balmy spring day, and the pool was finally warm enough for us to lounge in it. However, there was none of the usual casual sex taking place this afternoon, all the women were gathered together on the back porch, facing all the men who were on the patio. They were, via Phoebe, laying down the law.

"There will be no ejaculations from any of you guys until next Sunday. Beth, we're expecting you to enforce that rule for Mike and Romeo. No fucking, no blow jobs, no masturbation. That's a sad rule. You can make the ladies cum if you can endure the stress, but no cumming yourselves. That semen needs to back all the way into your balls. You're gonna save it all for Tethys, because as soon as the vows are spoken, all of you are going to fuck her one at a time and fill her up with your sweet desperate cum."

We arranged an official order of the ceremonial gang bang. I would fuck her first, followed by Henri, Joe, Rick, and Heracles. Then Ray would fuck her.

"Yes, you, Ray," Mimi barked. "There's no getting out of it this time. You are not going to fuck me or feel my lips around your cock until you've cum inside Tethys, and that won't be for a week. I'm assuming you'll have built up some reserves by then."

Ray had a sad puppy dog look. "I'll play with it and get you stimulated regularly," she continued. "But you can't cum. Tethys deserves it. You denied her when she was visiting last year, but you won't get away with it now. This is too important."

After Ray would cum Gary, Dave, Sue's Rick, and then Pete. Romeo and Mike would take their turn, and Carl would bring up the rear, his desire for sloppy seconds giving him the gift of sloppy thirteenths. There would be a bonus round for any man who felt he had recovered enough to give her another go. And then I would wrap things up by fucking her a second time. I suspected that waiting on everyone else would give me close to two hours to recover, and that saving my semen for a week would make that recovery time realistic.

All the men understood, ostensibly. That didn't mean we liked it. As Phoebe said, it was up to the women to enforce it, they were sacrificing as well. But none of them looked inclined to back down.

Tethys then made her own announcement. "I've been dreaming of being gang banged by, how many? Thirteen? Thirteen magnificently handsome men for a long, long time now. I need every one of you to shoot more cum into me than you've ever shot before. I'm going to try to hold it inside as much as possible, but you know there's going to be a lot of leakage. Afterwards, you can all negotiate who is going to be licking it out of my dribbling cunt, men and women are all invited.

"And when that's done, that's it. Nobody else will fuck me, except Taylor. I can be a blow job queen for everybody, I'll still love to suck cock, and I still want to drink all the cum you can pump down my throat, but no dick is going to be in my pussy except Taylor's, not until I'm good and pregnant."

There were sighs, whistles, cheers, and 'Oh, Wow! s' from everyone there. I wasn't prepared for how flushed and proud I felt from that proclamation. Mimi clapped her hands, the women of The Tribe surrounded her with hugs and kisses, and she looked at me beaming. It was real.

Fortunately, there were other things to do during the week to distract from the lack of orgasms. Ray and Mimi made several visits to his old Air Force Sergeant Charles and his wife Betty. Still active and vibrant in their late seventies, the Kirstensens valued their company. Another visit included all of us, as the California visitors, along with Beth, Mike, and Romeo, paid a visit to Hera's ceramics studio for the first time. Hera by now had a large collection of realistic phalluses in all stages of flaccitude or erection, and a big display of convincing-looking vaginas as well. Some were earthenware with realistic painting, some were glazed with a glassy sheen. In many of them, the glazing was arranged so that it recalled the glistening moisture of freshly smeared or puddled cum. The effect was brilliant. Each organ was modeled on an actual person -- Mimi and Anna recognized several copies of mine, Joe's, Henri's and Carl's cocks, along with vaginas of Tethys, Joanne, Sonya, and Hera. The rest of us were also included in the stock, and were easy enough to recognize once the features were pointed out.

"Can you make more of these?" Mimi moaned excitedly. "I want to have one of Ray!"

"I want a whole series of Gary!" squealed Anna Diwata. "Hera you could make lot of money selling customized cocks and cunts. I know I want to buy a few!"

"That's exactly what I'm doing already. And I AM making a lot of money at it. Check my website," Hera responded.

She explained how to order a custom genital sculpture. "Send me at least six photos from different angles, two of them need to have a visible measurement scale. Make sure the colors are accurate. Let me know whether you want it life size, smaller, or larger, and whether you want it to be earthenware, stoneware, or porcelain. The price varies depending on what you order. And that's it. You'll have to be patient for a few months, but it'll get made."

Then and there, Hera took orders for fifteen penises (two versions for Ray, five each for Gary and Dave, and three for Rick.) and eight pussies(two poses for each).

The G-rated wedding was on Saturday. There were twenty-eight people from our two tribes assembled, ours and the Kirstensens, as well as My mom and one of her boyfriends, Jenny and a guy she had recently started dating, Kathy, Blake, and their spouses and children, Nick Parios, and a few of my coworkers. Including children and dates, we had about fifty people in attendance. It certainly was nothing like our original plan, a small wedding with just a Justice of the Peace and a couple of witnesses. I wished that we had reserved a spot in city park for the occasion, rather than an indoor hall, but Austin weather in May is notoriously unpredictable, and there were recent memories of some powerful storms near our chosen date. As it was, the weather was perfect, and my regrets were unrepudiated.

I don't know if it's possible for a wedding to be uneventful, but as ours had no ring ceremony, no groomsmen or bridesmaids, no fancy custom vows, no frilly dresses or tuxedos, and no religious observance, it was as quick and minimal as we could manage. Minimal did not mean unmemorable, just standing there staring at Tethys, repeating the standard vows, and feeling our mutual love for each other in front of everyone we knew and liked, and doing it in a romantic but nonsexual way, had an unforgettable emotional power. My mother cried even amid the simplicity of it. Tethys' dad cried too. The cheers at the pronouncement of man and wife made me tear up, and Tethys had actual streaks down her cheeks. Suddenly, I wasn't just feeling love for that woman, but I was shouting it for the whole world to hear, as if they didn't already know it.

The reception was also minimal. There were some speeches, none of which I remember, and none of which was particularly risque'. The catered dinner was excellent, and I felt no guilt about stuffing myself. After all, I didn't need to worry about feeling overly lethargic tonight, I wasn't going to be fucking my new wife on our wedding night. That would come tomorrow. As far as everyone else was concerned, they were free to leave at any time. We didn't serve alcohol, which for a few people made it easier for them to not overstay. I felt fortunate that the people in our Tribe, and Mimi and Ray's people as well, were not habitual drinkers, and didn't need it to have a good time with us. Our style of Goddess-worshiping sexuality worked best when we were fully responsive and unimpaired, with all our wits about us. That also worked well for the family side of the wedding, and we were able to enjoy the kids having their own good time. The day went better than I could have hoped, and best of all, the party ended at a reasonable hour, and Tethys and I could go home and get a good night's sleep.

Sleep wasn't so easy, though. After over two years of fucking and ejaculating two to three times a day, having gone a week with no sexual gratification was torture. I had a raging hard-on and no way to relieve it. One more night to wait, and it was the hardest night of my life, in more ways than one. Tethys wasn't particularly sympathetic.

"It's been a week for me, too. I've been fucking multiple times a day, and I'm used to having multiple orgasms with each fuck -- thank you very much by the way, you're really good at it, but now I'm just as sexually frustrated as you are. No fucking, no pussy licking, no masturbation. Look at my cunt, it's swollen and dripping. I'm so fucking horny I could bang a fence post!"

She showed me her pussy, and she was right. We desperately wanted each other, but that very desperation made it impossible to allow contact. Neither of us could trust our self-control. There was serious danger that we would have to spend our wedding night in separate beds. We worked out an arrangement, I slept on my side facing the wall, and she slept on her side facing the opposite direction. The bed was big enough that we could technically avoid touching each other, but fate ensured that we awoke a couple of times on the verge of penetration. Making it through was a supreme act of marital self-sacrifice.

We woke up as a legal man and wife, frustrated though we may have been, but for us the real wedding ceremony, the Goddess Ritual, was still ahead of us. We showered together, soaping down and shaving one another, our touches teasing and amplifying our desires and frustrations further. I knew that once we started the gang bang later today, I'd be cumming in her quicker than I'd ever cum in my life. Tethys had an evil technique for shaving me, she would hold the bulb of my cockhead in her lips to keep it stationary while she worked the razor around the base of my shaft and over my pubes. Sometimes that turned into a cum-sucking event mid-shave, but this morning it was only a tease. I couldn't exactly return the favor in the same way, since the layout of her clit and labia didn't really allow for decent razor access if I had my face up against them. I teased where I could, though, and successfully tormented her with pleasure while denying her any orgasms. We each finished our morning ablutions feeling a little wicked, and more desperate than ever.

After an unceremonious breakfast, we dressed and made the trip to the Hill's hilltop residence. There we undressed again, and proceeded to the back yard, pool, and patio where the rituals would take place. There had been some contention about who would serve as the master/mistress of ceremonies, but an agreement had been reached, with Phoebe and Rena, the two most devoted devotees of the Goddess sharing the duties. No one had to pronounce us man and wife, of course, but there were Blessings of the Goddess to be requested and bestowed, observations and good wishes from the attendees, and choreography, narration and video recording of the Gang Bang.

By ten o'clock, everyone had arrived, and Tethys and I experienced the biggest shock of our relationship. Melody, my mother, and Nicholas Parios, Tethys' estranged father, had come to witness the ceremony.

"I wanted you to know that I honor the relationship that you and Tethys have with each other and with your Tribe," my Mom assured me through humid eyes. "Don't let the thinking of conventional people undermine your decision on what is right or wrong for you. I won't participate, of course, but I'll be supporting both of you with love, and... your way of expressing your happiness may be unconventional and creative -- very unconventional and very creative -- but it's beautiful and wonderful and joyous and right for you. I just have to say you're doing the right thing and I'm proud of you. Don't ever be embarrassed to talk to me about your relationship. I'll always help in any way I can."

I was surprised at her effusiveness, and I suspected she was still dealing with some discomfort about the whole arrangement, but I was impressed by her bravery for being here, and gratified by her support.

Nick merely said "I will never judge you again, I'll always love you," to Tethys, and smiled weakly. Apparently he and my mom had met at yesterday's official ceremony, they'd talked, Mom had ditched her date and she and Nick had shared dinner and a long heartfelt conversation. Maybe it was easier because they were strangers, but they agreed to support us together and wipe the slate clean, restarting their relationships with us from new perspectives.

Tethys was nearly overcome. "I hope he can accept the sight he's going to see, because I'm not holding back," she sobbed. If anything, having her father watch her may have motivated her to be even more extreme in her slutfest. Nick would definitely be tested. As for my mother, I had no doubt that she could handle whatever it was we might do (barring violent crime, of course), because her real goal was to be able to invite herself over to see us whenever she wanted, without Tethys and I thinking we would have to get dressed and pretend modesty. She wanted her relationship with us to be on her terms -- but her terms included an explicit and unquestioning acceptance of our lifestyle. I could live with that.

"I still want her to call before she comes over though, because while we're sitting and chatting I want your cum to be splattered all over my body and face, and she'll have to smile at me right through the drips," Tethys laughed quietly to me as soon as the parents were out of sight. Somehow, I had no problem believing my mom would accept that too.

Phoebe and Rena took charge, and gathered everyone into a group. At that point my shock was magnified, because both my mother and Nicholas appeared once more, and they were naked! I had never expected this. They stood out from the rest, in part because they were the only ones in the group with pubic hair. They were also visibly the oldest, and though my mom maintained herself well and looked good for her age, that age was still visible on her. Mimi and Ray, who were at least half a decade older, appeared younger, and there was no doubt years of steady and focused weight training had been beneficial to that end. But, Mom and Nick had done it. I felt a strange combination of unease, embarrassment, and pride. It couldn't have been easy for them. But they were treated warmly and accepted into The Tribe immediately. I would have expected no less.

Tethys and I were led to a blanket and pillow piled foam pad next to the side of the pool, where we were directed to sit and face the rest of the group. Sonia and Megan joined us, one on each side, and after an initial smile and kiss, they began a song that they had written for the occasion, a prayer of praise for the Goddess, whoever that was.

"Goddess of Joy, of Love, of Erotic Passion,

Of Domestic Delight,

We honor your Kindness, Patience and Compassion,

Your Holy Light

Consecrate our Rapture, our shared Consumation,

Bless this Happy Rite

Your Tethys begs your Approval,

Her Sacred Cunt is Yours

Make it Wet and Luscious and Creamy,

Caress her Slimy Contours

Let every Man who Loves her now

Be Hard and Hot and Thick

Let her pussy overflow with cum,

That spurts from every Dick

Goddess of Joy, of Love, of Erotic Passion,

Of Domestic Delight,

Let Taylor share your Happiness,

Your Carnal Insight

Let his Passion and his Pleasure

Shine Potent and Bright

Tethys and Taylor are Bonded

For all of Space and Time

Their Love is Earthly and Divine

It's Prosaic and Sublime

It cannot be Confined or Chained

Their Ardor must be Shared

Tethys needs a Gang-bang Fuck

The Blessing You've Declared

Let Taylor Fuck her First and Last

First to stake his claim

Last to share the Offerings

And her Love Reclaim

May they always be Together

Their Love we Proclaim

May they love with generosity

Their cock and pussy share

With those of us who love them,

And Fuck us as a Pair

May they Live in Happiness

May they Live in Peace

May they Live in Health and Ease

May they not be forced to Lease

Smile upon them Goddess,

Let their Sex be yours,

Love their bodies and their Souls,

With Devotion that Endures"

It was nowhere near professional, Sonia hadn't been in the mood for a poetic masterclass, but the goodwill was there, and it felt right under the circumstances. It got a good cheer from those listening, and it had the desired effect on Tethys and myself at least, if not on all the other men. Not having had any sexual relief for the past week, for either of us, also played a big role. I was already at maximum extension, the flight deck was ready for takeoff. Tethys had a big smile in her face, her eyes were wet and glistening, and as she lay back on the cushions and spread her legs in invitation, her pussy was already sopping. Her nipples jutted out like brown rivets.

"Henri, get in position!" Rena ordered. "Tethys, do you want to suck Henri's cock while Taylor fucks you?"

Tethys nodded eagerly, and Sonia gave Henri a kiss for good luck. He approached, kneeling by Tethys' head so that she could easily take his cock in her mouth while the audience had a good viewing angle.

"Are you ready, Taylor?" Phoebe asked. I was. "Slide it in. Looks like Tethys doesn't need any external lubrication!"

Tethys had never been the world's biggest fan of foreplay, not when there was a big hard cock ready to thrust into her, but I sure wasn't used to the whole approach and insert style. Still, this whole ceremony up until now had effectively been its own form of foreplay, and Tethys was as flushed and wet and ready as I'd ever seen her.

I'd fucked Tethys countless times in the last three years, and fucked each woman in The Tribe only slightly less often, I'd watch Tethys regularly fuck seven men in addition to myself routinely, but never had I experienced this sensation when entering her. She was as tight as ever, her vaginal muscle were as powerful as those on the rest of her body, and she was supremely slippery. But there was something else there to, a subtle quiver, a tension, that I hadn't noticed before. Part of it, I'm sure, was me. It had been a long time since I'd been nervous about fucking in front of an audience, but this was very different. We all knew that this was a life-changing experience, a change of state, a phase transition. And my mother was watching me fuck, for Goddess' sake!

Nervous I may have been, but I was also as excited as all getout, horny from a weeks abstinence, and deeply connected with the love of my life. I could tell that she was feeling it too, and neither one of us were in a position to hold back on our responses. I could last for a long time if I wanted to, and Tethys could cum early and often. Now she came early, very early, with a cry and a shudder and a gush of slick fluid that wasn't quite a squirt, but made our thrusting sound very loud and liquid. She released Henri's monster cock as she gasped and moaned, made several weak attempts to put her mouth back over it, but then just gave up, leaned her head back, and howled shrilly.

I kept pumping as best I could, knowing that I would be blasting into her soon, but also knowing that she would be having another orgasm before I did. For a moment, I wondered if she really did have the endurance to handle multiple orgasms from a dozen meaty dicks, thirteen if you count my second round, more if you count any optional bonus fucks. But this was Tethys. This was her dream wedding. She wanted this. She wanted copious quantities of cum, starting with my own. And immediately after her second orgasm, that's what she got. I felt the pressure build, both in my groin and behind my eyeballs, and within seconds I was spewing what felt like a flash flood into her eager cunt. She immediately went to her third orgasm. I had no idea what Henri was doing, probably standing by helplessly. During times like this she often would encourage me with shouts of "flood my cunt, mother-fucker!", or "Oh, sweet fuck, give me all that savory juice!," or words in a similar vein but at the moment she was simply blubbering incoherently. I was no better. My strokes gradually slowed, then came to a halt. I collapsed over her, barely holding myself above her with my elbows. I stared into her eyes, desperately wanting to kiss her long and passionately, but we were panting far too heavily. Every exhale of mine was blowing her hair back and ripping her eyelashes. Her breath on my face was forceful as well, fortunately, she smelled wonderful.

Finally, at the urging and assistance of Rena and Phoebe, I flopped out and staggered off to sit at the edge of the pool, dangling my legs into the cool and refreshing water. I barely heard the cheers of the assembly, but the one voice I recognized with shock was that of my mother. She'd watched me pound my wife's cunt, and she was cheering for me!

Hera and Megan came over to sit beside me, one on each side. Pete accompanied Megan, as he usually did.

"You know it's my job to clean him off," Hera spoke across to Megan, and grabbed my flaccid cock protectively.

Megan grinned. "We're not competing. I'm just here to congratulate him. We already arranged that you're Taylor's cleanup crew. You're just going to taste Taylor and Tethys on that cock. I'm going to taste Pete and everyone who cums before him. So I can afford to wait."

Hera let that fact settle in for a moment, then leaned over my lap and took my cock into her mouth. Hera, for two years now, had been a skilled and devoted connoisseur of my cock, and she always knew exactly how to give it the most pleasure based on its condition at the time. Her technique when it was spent and floppy was different than when it was fresh and throbbing. For now, my cock was still incapable of responding physically, but the rest of me felt the heavenly sensation, and I moaned earnestly.

"You and Tethys were beautiful," Megan said over Hera's humming on my shaft. "I think we're off to a really good start."

I nodded, still focused on the waves of pleasure shooting up from my groin. Another voice brought me back to reality.

"You two really are beautiful," my mom agreed, standing behind Hera and smiling at us. "I didn't realize how wonderful an event like this could be. Now I wish my wedding to your father had been like this!"

Hera didn't miss a beat. She pulled her mouth noisily off my cock, and looked up at Melody. "You mean you would have wanted to be gang-banged by every man there?"

My mom laughed and shook her head. "No, not quite that much, I guess. Although with this group it seems appropriate somehow. You're all so fit and so sexy, it's kind of mind-blowing. It's unfair, actually. I've never seen a crowd this size that's so universally beautiful.

"Since I found out about your lifestyle, Taylor, and well, I think also to some extent since I've had to live without your father, I've had to do some major rethinking of all the assumptions and beliefs I use to have about morality and what should be acceptable in relationships. If the me of four years ago had met me now, I don't think she'd recognize me."

I merely made a choking, gasping sound. Hera had returned her mouth to my cock, and I was rather inarticulate.

Mom and Megan and Pete turned their attention back to Tethys, who was now getting her pussy filled by Henri's huge cock. Its shaft was streaked with the residue of the juices Tethys and I had shared, and the squishy sound was audible where we sat. Tethys was more loquacious now, urging Henri on, telling him to pound her cunt and fill it with his sticky sweetness. She had one hand on Joe's cock who was standing over her face, occasionally taking a suck, but spending more time gasping for breath, talking dirty, and adding to her manifest of orgasms. Meanwhile, Hera had gotten all the cum residue off my shaft and glans, and was now nuzzling her lips down into my inner groin, at the base of my scrotum and my thighs, sucking up more smears and droplets. Megan was casually massaging and tugging on Pete's cock, edging his full erection to have him trigger happy by the time he got to fuck Tethys.

"Anyway," my mother continued, "I hope to see you and Tethys and your people in this Tribe making love a lot more in the future. I hope you don't mind me coming over to visit sometimes while you're doing it. I never thought that this could make me feel so good just to watch."

Megan nodded. "I'd love for you to enjoy watching us fuck."

Hera looked up again and quipped. "Of course, you'll have to be naked while you visit, and shave your pussy. You'll feel more comfortable that way, more included."

My mom smiled knowingly. "If you think that's a poison pill to keep me away, it won't work. I'm going to shave as soon as I get home tonight."

This encounter may have been more overwhelming than the whole wedding party. My mom sat down alongside us and simply smiled while each man in The Tribe took his turn, and his time, with Tethys. Joe followed Henri, and he did not cum quickly. Tethys didn't seem to mind at all. By the time he finally deposited his load, her cunt was filled to overflowing, and the only way to add more was to force it's equivalent out of her. Consequently, her thighs, ass, and the sheet below her were dripping into an ever expanding puddle of thick white goo, that began to foam as she wriggled over it. Her father looked on with quiet discomfort, while the rest of us cheered her on lustily. Another steady stream of well wishers came over to congratulate me and offer their good wishes. I felt myself recovering nicely.

It was a good hour and a half before every man in The Tribe and its Beth Annex, as well as Ray, Gary, and Anna Diwata's other two husbands, had completed depositing their generous male fluids into her flooded pussy. Ray took his time despite the long wait, and he looked a little reluctant at first, not having fucked anyone but Mimi for at least the last two years. But he soon adjusted, and by the time he deposited his still-respectable load, both he and Mimi were all smiles. The young studs, Rick, Pete, Romeo, and Mike, all had a second go as well. I thought Mike was more overwhelmed than any of us, he'd had a deep crush on Tethys since the first time he'd met her at an office party. There was no way to count the number of orgasms she'd had, but I was sure that it was beyond any number she'd ever experienced. It was my turn to fuck her once more, finish her off, while flushing the semen of her other lovers out of her cunt, and reclaiming her as my own. Whether she was capable of cumming again I had no idea, but I knew I had one more good one left in me. I'd been stroked, sucked, and edged the whole time by several women, Hera most of all but Sonya, Rena, Megan, Joanne, and Angela had all taken part. My mom had watched closely the entire time, her eyes shining with what looked a lot like pride. Even Beth had come over to give me encouragement and a quick tug.

To the cheers of all, I shuffled the few steps to where Tethys lay back, her mouth open, her eyes glazed, and her legs and lower parts splattered with what seemed like a bucket of cum. Her gaping pussy called my name, its pink interior coated thickly with white cream. As I kneeled between her legs and slipped into her, she focused her eyes on mine and they immediately cleared.

"I love you, my man. Take me back, make me yours. Make a baby in me!"

She was so wet and slippery, although nearly all the wetness was from the semen of other men, but her muscle control was such that her inner tunnel could still squeeze me tightly. I was in pure heaven. It turned out that Tethys wasn't done with her orgasms after all. She had two in quick succession, and after about five minutes, as the pressure in me began to build for my ultimate ejaculation, she threw her head back in a long, F-sharp scream. It was the most musical sound I'd ever heard. There was no more resistance from me, my balls pumped like a fire truck into her, and I felt the other semen in her being flushed out around the sides and base of my shaft. I'd rarely felt so much fluid dripping off my scrotum.

I collapsed on top of her, and we remained motionless, almost motionless anyway, I was still moving slowly inside her until my cock was totally spent and slid out of its own accord. We gradually caught our breath, kissed long and deep, then I rolled off of her and we stiffly struggled to our feet. We stood side by side, hand in hand, while the crowd in front of us loudly hooted and cheered its approval. My mom cried, and she wasn't the only one. Even her father managed a smile and hand clapping applause.

The event wasn't over yet. In many respects this was just another version of our Sunday Tribal meeting. Food was a little fancier than usual, but it was still basically a pot luck. There was a lot of circulating and chat between various small groups or couples, more so than usual because of the presence of new people. I had a chance to talk with Gary a bit, and enjoyed him comfortably. What I had initially taken for shyness now seemed to be simply quiet confidence and a calm nature. He was relaxed, with an easy smile, but not the most talkative of persons. When he did speak, it was direct and unadorned, with few adjectives and no hyperbole. He told me he was a programmer specializing in database backends, which meant we had a lot in common. My first thought was that his code must be cryptic. So on my wedding day (technically the day after) I must have spent an hour talking shop with a guy I found to be knowledgeable, pleasant, and relatable. Like me, he was a Linux guy, like me, he used Python when he could, although he probably used C++ more than I did, and like me, he worked with PostgreSQL wherever possible. It was hard not to like him. He was not at all reticent about expressing his adoration for his wife Anna Diwata, his respect for his in-laws Mimi and Ray, and his "brother husbands" and "sister-wives." It was an arrangement he'd been part of for nearly nine years, and he told me they were the happiest years of his life.

"Anna Diwata and I met at work, and we bonded through our gym programs. She was a beast, just like she is now, she'd been lifting weights since she was a kid. Ray and Mimi have been working out forever too, so she inherited that. It's so much a part of her life that she barely even thinks about it, it's just instinct for her to work out regularly. We started working out together, and once she brought me to her home gym, she introduced me to lifting nude. That was weird at first, but it was sure easy to get used to. She's a great motivator," he laughed. I noticed he usually used his wife's entire name, Anna Diwata, not just Ann or Anna. She preferred it that way, he told me.

"Diwata is important to her, it was her great-grandmother's name, and it was the surname Mimi gave herself when she realized she didn't have one and needed it to get a job."

"She didn't have a surname?" I asked incredulously. "She didn't take it from her father or mother?"

"She never knew her father's last name, I think she only met him a few times, and he was a gangster anyway. Her own mom, 'Betty', never had a surname either as far as she knew. She and her mom both basically grew up on the streets, they were part of the rotten underbelly of Philippine culture. I'm sure Mimi will tell you all about it if you want to know. Her mom died when Mimi was fourteen. If it hadn't been for Ray, she probably would have been dead before she made it out of her teens. Anyway, 'Diwata' is a term for a nature spirit or someone who has achieved transcendence. She's my celestial deity," he grinned.

"When we started dating, which believe me, didn't take long, I thought she was some sort of sexual freak. I'd never met anybody so sensual and so completely horny. And I thought being polyamorous just meant wanting to fuck lots of different people. I didn't realize until later how much thought and study she'd put into it, and the whole philosophy behind it. She has ideas about a theory of pleasure that makes sense to me."

I was eager to hear more. I thought he was going to parrot Megan, Rena and Phoebe in talking about The Goddess, but he had a deeper explanation.

"Pleasure is a sense that developed through evolution. Since it's an evolved trait, in nature it has to be something that has survival value to us as a species. A sense of pleasure is what motivates us to behave in ways that are good for us. That's something that's easy to forget the way society is built now, but pleasure is a reward for doing what is right for ourselves and our social group. Finding food in nature is hard, and when we obtain something that's nutritious and filling, it has a taste that pleases us. Sex is pleasure because not only does it allow us to reproduce, but it also bonds us together, and encourages to cooperate with each other and work as a team. I think we've all experienced bad sex, which isn't nearly so pleasant."

He was preaching to the choir on that last point.

"Anna Diwata's idea about polyamory is that sex is not just between two people. It can bind groups together as well, into a cooperative association. It's not just about fucking different people, it's about using sex as a way to bring a group of people together into a loving, trusting relationship. We don't fuck just anybody, we only fuck people who are meaningful and important to us. And since we're a sharing group, we find pleasure in fucking as a group too, not just as couples."

"Which seems to be the basic premise of The Tribe over here," I mused.

"I think you get the point," Anna Diwata's voice came from behind me, and I almost jumped in surprise. I turned and stared, not so much from the shock of interruption as from the shock of her beautiful presence. She was, in fact, shockingly gorgeous. Her jet-black hair was thick and straight, sweeping downward to the middle of her muscular back. Her build reminded me of Tethys, lean and muscular, her flat belly gave no hint that she'd ever given birth. These gym rats are all alike. Her skin tone was more akin to that of Megan, maybe a little darker, and of course no hint of tan lines. Her face was exotic, full lips that were obviously natural, dark chocolate brown eyes, big and clear, with a suggestion of Asian influence. Her cheeks were narrower than her mother's, wider than her father's, and flawless like both parents. Her breasts were the perfect size and shape, big enough to be prominent, but not top-heavy. The only hint they'd been used for nursing was the large, dark brown areolas of her gold-adorned nipples. And her pussy, which was right at eye level as I sat there, was indescribable. Smooth and shiny, as if it had never seen hair, well padded between her legs, her hooded and ringed clitoris peaking shyly into view, her inner labial flaps just prominent enough to quiver without fluttering. If her character and personality were anything like her appearance, I would be surprised that Gary could be anything other than monogamous -- but then, I'd felt that way about Tethys before she'd handed me off to Megan, Hera, and Sonia, for my own good.

"There's another aspect to group fucking, in fact, I'll just call it group living, because it goes beyond sexual," she began. "When we are intimate as a group, in our case the six of us, for me the biggest highlight, and the biggest test as well, is the giving up of our privacy. I don't mean personal privacy, everybody needs time alone, but we don't have much couples privacy. We do almost everything as the group. We eat, sleep, bathe, piss, party, debate, relax, and yes, fuck, as a group. Even when it's just Gary and I actually doing the fucking, the others are almost always there watching us, talking to us, and being supportive. And to me, it feels like that's actually the most natural way to do it."

I had to agree. "Our Tribe has influenced me in that direction also. Tethys and I still have one on one sex fairly often, but having an audience doesn't bother me like it used to, and Hera says that she doesn't even enjoy sex without other people participating any more. It's not like it has to be a threesome all the time, but I do enjoy the participation of people who support us."

"Exactly," Anna Diwata continued. I have always read about how couples need privacy, like it's such a fundamental human need, but it's really not. We have more than a million years of fucking out in the open where our friends and families can watch us. It's not a need for privacy per se that sends us behind closed doors, it's literally a fear for our safety. People are conditioned to expect that if they are seen fucking, they will be treated with hostility, if not actively attacked."

"That's not an unreasonable fear," I pointed out. "We're told from the start that sex in public is unacceptable at the very least, and reprehensible or worse the rest of the time."

"In nature, the only danger to having sex in the open is being surprised by predators while you're inattentive and vulnerable," she continued. "It's actually better to have friends and protectors surrounding you when you fuck, for safety's sake. I know I feel safer fucking my lovers when people I know and trust are keeping an eye on us."

"Yeah, but if they're watching you they won't be scanning for predators," I pointed out.

Gary laughed. "Good point!"

Gary and Anna Diwata liked the idea of what we were sharing with our Tribe, and assured me that it could be a successful vehicle for the happiness of Tethys and I. By the end of the conversation I was looking at them as role models, a man and woman in an unorthodox, sexually open, nudist relationship that had been working well for years. I'd been already convinced that things would go well for Tethys and I, but this gave me even more confidence.

As the afternoon blended into evening, lunch and snacks blended into dinner. After dinner came another Tribe tradition, naked karaoke. Nearly every Sunday for two years now we'd been singing songs, well, most of us had. Tethys had steadfastly refused to sing in public, insisting her voice was awful. Phoebe and Carl were generally reluctant to sing as well. On this night, a lot of the songs contained marriage references, but in all honesty, I remember almost none of them. The one memorable song, beyond memorable, actually, was a duet with Sonia and Megan, the two loveliest voices in The Tribe. Sonia had written the lyrics and chosen the music, and recruited Megan to sing it with her. They had apparently practiced together for a week.

There was something haunting about the structure of the music, it didn't have a pop song format, yet it sounded vaguely familiar. The lyrics were complex and dense, almost like a rap epic, but with much more harmony and variety of tone and rhythm. Sometimes the words would be drawn out, and then they'd come in rapid clusters. Just as a selection,

Tethys and Taylor

Are joined in bonds of love

With freedom to share it

And give of what they're made of

...

The Goddess is laughing

Her blessings fill our hearts

Our bodies dance our voices sing we glow in pleasures deepening to lust

Carnal bliss and titillation

In her sacred sex we trust

Her sex we trust

Her joyful lust

With every thrust

So fuck we must

In celebration of their love

A couple blessed

And rarely dressed

To all expressed

The Tribe together joins in cheers for

Tethys and Taylor

Are joined in bonds of love

With more friends and lovers

A Tribe they're a big part of

...

I felt flattered and honored, but puzzled.

"Do you recognize it?" asked my mom, who was sitting next to Tethys and me.

"Of course not. I've never heard it before."

"You've heard what the music is based on."

"I think I have, but not like this, and of course not with these words," I pondered.

"I'll give you a hint," my mom smiled. "You've never heard it with words, but it's called a hymn."

It took a few more moments, but then comprehension fell into place. "I do know it!" I laughed. Tethys looked at me expectantly, Mimi and Ray smiled indulgently. They'd recognized it immediately.

"Beethoven's Pastoral symphony, the Fifth movement... 'The Shepherd's Hymn'" I recited. "I should have known. I used to fantasize about putting words to that piece. I always thought it should be a song. Who's idea was this?"

"It was yours, obviously," Mimi giggled. "You just said you'd thought about it. It was mine too, I've had the same idea. But in this case, I'm guessing it was Sonia."

"I'm sure it was Sonia" nodded Tethys.

"I didn't know Sonia was into classical music," I brooded.

"Looks like you're going to have to get to know your Tribe better," Tethys chided. "Sonia loves classical music, and Beethoven has always been one of her heroes. Fortunately for her, I guess, he's one of those heroes she never has to worry about actually meeting."

"You're probably right," I told Tethys. "You introduced me to Sonia before there was even the thought of a Tribe, but I probably know her less well than I know a lot of the other people here. She's always had so much going on, we never just hung out and got to know each other."

"She was mostly interested in your cock at first, to be honest. And then she got caught up in her band, I don't think anybody in The Tribe really knows her as well as we'd like to. I'm probably the only one who really knows her well... other than Henri, of course," Tethys said.

"Well, we still have time," I grinned. "Who else do I need to get to know better?"

"Everybody. Including me!" Tethys answered.

"Well, I still have time."

Tethys was still splattered with the cum of more than a dozen men, and it was starting to ripen.

"I'm ready for a shower. This was a great send-off. Nobody but you will fuck me for however long it takes."

"How long do you hope it will take?" I asked.

"Not too long. I'm still a slut, and the more cocks I get, the more I want. But I want your baby more," she sighed.

"And what's the difference between a slut and a polyamorous girl?"

"There is one, but right now it doesn't matter because I'm both," she smiled. "But my pussy is monogamous as of tonight, for the foreseeable future."

"Well, Mrs. Monogamous for tonight, do you care to share the shower?"

"Only with you!"

I expect that part of Joe and Jo's wedding gift to us was a big bite of their water bill, because Tethys and I spent a long time washing each other off. When we got out again, we smelled delightful.

We had no honeymoon trip planned, but we both felt like being alone for a few days. The Tribe was a wonderful group, but under certain conditions, and despite what Anna Diwata had said, even polyamorous folks sometimes need a couple's privacy. And Tethys and I wanted to star absorbing our new life together, and the new purpose that we were about to dedicate ourselves to. We took our leave of the rest of the group, and left them to party for the rest of the night. We went home, and slept deeply and happily.