My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 30

In this chapter, Samantha finally has her child for Robert and Pen. They provide a surprise to her she greatly enjoys. Some other parts of the story arc are addressed. This chapter doesn't contain a lot of sex, but does refer to oral sex, anal sex, group sex, domination, submission and breeding slave sluts. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial efforts, making all of my works better. This is a copyrighted work and is not to be edited, altered, changed or published in any other forums in written or any other form. © Copyright, 2025.

My Husband Fucked Me Over, Ch 30

Samantha Delivers Her Baby Girl

I picked up Sally early, driving Pen's Audi. Tommy still looked worried when his mother left, but I told him I fully expected her to be back after her meeting, and then we could also go out to lunch and I had a surprise for everyone.

"What sort of surprise?" Tommy asked.

"A good one. Your life is getting better, Tommy. I expect you to do better. Your mom is going to need a lot of help with Clarice now. She can't screw up, or she goes back to jail, so you need to be the man of the house."

"I will."

"Good lad. We'll see you in a couple of hours. Make sure Clarice is ready to go out for lunch when we get back, say around 10:30, although we might not be back that soon."

"You got it."

I took Sally to her appointment. I asked the probation officer if I could come back while Sally was instructed. "I'd like to know what the rules are, so I can help her remain in compliance."

"Are you her girlfriend?" The PO asked.

"Just a very good friend. Sally saved my life when I was in jail."

"Geez, I know who you are. You're that Samantha person who's been in the news all the time."

"That's right, and Sally warned me I might get shivved in the shower, so I have a vested interest in making sure she does well."

"Sure, that's fine. My name is Jacob Westmore."

"Samantha Ford, but that will be changing soon. I'm giving up my husband's name, since he wasn't much of a husband." I shook his hand.

We had a seat in his office and he went over all of the conditions of her supervision. When he got to the part about where she'd be living, and allowing him access to her living quarters, I pulled out the paperwork for her new apartment.

"Sally will be living here with her children," I said. Sally looked at me. "You needed a permanent place to live. First, last and damage deposit have been paid," I told her. "You'll be responsible for your rent once you start your new job."

"Oh my gosh. You didn't have to do that?"

"I didn't. Robert Taft did. I told you that you had friends now. If you run into a tough spot, you talk to somebody before you do something foolish. I promise, your kids won't starve."

Sally started sobbing, and I held her and gave her a big hug. "How can I ever repay everyone?"

"You already paid. You took a chance on another inmate, and saved her life and the life of my new daughter. There's no price too high for what you did."

Sally gave him the details of her new job, starting on Monday, and gave him Bill's name and phone number to confirm her employment. Jacob eventually got to the monetary aspects of her supervision, restitution, court costs and cost of supervision.

"I'll be paying her restitution in full today. Sally will take care of the rest," I said, pulling out my check book. "Do I make it out to the victim?"

"We try to limit contact between the victim and offender. Make it out to the Department of Corrections, put Sally's DC number on it, and mark it for restitution down on the bottom."

I did that and handed him the check, which he paper clipped to her written monthly report.

"Listen, Sally," Jacob said. "As long as you do what's on these orders, you won't have any problems with me or the Department. It doesn't matter who your officer is, these orders are your guidelines for successfully completing your supervision. Do you have any questions."

"I don't think so."

"Sign down at the bottom that you've been instructed, and I'll make you a copy. I suggest before you leave, you take a couple of monthly reports with you to fill out before your next report day, which will be January sixth, at 10 AM. Here's your appointment card. Call me if you have any further questions. Expect me to verify your address before then with a surprise visit."

"Yes, sir."

Sally signed and Jacob went to make a copy of her orders. She held my hand.

"Thank you so much for helping me," she said.

"You helped me. It's okay. How is work going on your GED?"

"I think I'm ready. I just need to schedule the test. I've taken a couple of mock tests and passed, so I'm hopeful."

"Good."

Jacob came back and handed Sally copies of everything and we took our leave. All told, it had taken ninety minutes. We went back to get Tommy and Clarice, and they all piled in the car.

"Are we going to eat now?" Tommy said.

"Nope, surprise first."

We drove to Sally's new apartment. It was a fairly new apartment complex off Metro Parkway, about a half mile from Bill's new office. Sally could walk to work if need be.

"Who lives here?" Tommy asked.

"We do," Sally said, laughing aloud.

"We do?"

"Yes, Mr. Taft arranged it for us, so you'll thank him properly the next time we see them. Let's go check it out."

Her apartment was on the first floor of the building closest to the playground and pool. Sally took her keys and opened the door to the modest two bedroom apartment. Robert was right, it was sparsely furnished, but it had twin beds and a bureau in the kids room, a queen bed, nightstand and chest of drawers in the master bedroom, a couch and chair and coffee table in the living room, washer and dryer in the utility room, and stove, microwave, fridge and dishwasher in the kitchen. It was missing a TV and any personality, but it would do.

"Golly," Tommy said. "Do we get to use the playground and pool?"

"The playground any time, but you watch Clarice close whenever you go, and never use the pool without me or other responsible adult watching the two of you," Sally said. "I'm not talking about an adult present at the pool, I'm talking about someone specifically looking after you, like me, or a babysitter. Perhaps we can make some friends and one of them can watch you with their own kids, but never without someone else, Tommy. I don't want to lose you or Clarice due to drowning. Understood?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Remember," I said. "You have to help your mom now. She needs to depend on you. Clarice can't look after herself. She needs an older brother."

"I will."

"Good, Let's go eat."

We were close enough to my folks to pick Emma up first, then we went to the Cracker Barrel restaurant near the freeway where we had a lovely lunch. After paying the bill, we had another stop to make.

"Aren't we going back home yet?" Sally asked.

"One more stop, then home."

I drove out to the airport where all of the rental car companies had offices. I'd previously checked prices for a month's rental, and Budget had the best deal on a small SUV for moving their possessions to the new apartment. We all went into the office together, and I rented them the vehicle for the month.

Sally was crying again. I patted her back.

"This is only a months rental. It will get you back and forth to work, to appointments with your PO, and get your things moved. But you'll need your own car. Ask Bill to help you find a sound used car that won't cost an arm and a leg. You can walk back and forth to work, if you need to, and take the taxi or Uber to your PO appointments, but this will get you started until you can get your own."

I sat with her in the car until we were sure she knew where everything was to drive it, then I gave all of them a hug and went home with Emma, leaving them on their own. When I got home, I read a chapter to Emma, then took a nap. Lugging my baby around was starting to take it out of me.

******

Lily's, Cindy's and Mark's training continued on Friday evening and Saturday. I didn't participate at all, instead doing my best to keep Emma occupied. Bill, Mary, Bonnie and Billy came on Saturday. The weather was still nice enough to sit on the beach with Billy and Emma. Stephanie was busy with the training, so Grant was the one who went out with us to keep an eye on things.

While Robert's house was on the Gulf, the beach between the low and high tide lines was considered public beach and there were frequently tourists and residents walking the beach. I didn't pay much attention to it normally, but the second time a young man walked past, I started paying attention to him, because he seemed to be paying attention to me. The fact he'd been by twice wasn't particularly surprising, because if you walked one way, you had to walk the other way to get back to where you came from. I also didn't like that he had a beach bag he was carrying. Beach bags could hold a lot of stuff, not all of it having to do with the beach.

If I weren't eight and a half months pregnant, I might have thought he fancied me, and given him a smile, but I didn't look that pretty at the moment, forget the pregnant 'glow' people talked about.

I said something to Grant. "See the young man in the red board shorts, about fifty feet to our left, walking away?"

"Yeah."

"Keep an eye out if he heads this way again."

"What's up?"

"He seems to be paying far too much attention to the big pregnant lady. I can't be the first one he's ever seen."

Sure enough, he came back around thirty minutes later. We both watched behind our sunglasses. Still paid lots of attention to me, and perhaps Grant, since he was beside me.

"Did they ever capture pot belly's kid, the twenty year old who wasn't home when his dad got arrested?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Does he have a familial resemblance to Pot Belly, less the belly?"

"Maybe. A little."

"See if you can find out if he ever was?"

Grant started calling. I texted Pen and told her to have Detective Hanson and Stephanie get dressed if they weren't, and for them to watch the beach from inside the house, and for her to come get Emma and Billy.

What's wrong? Pen texted.

Don't know, maybe nothing. You remember that car who followed a couple weeks ago, something like that. Doesn't mean anything at the moment, but be alert.

Pen did as I requested, coming down for Emma and Billy about ten minutes later. Grant was still on the phone, trying to get answers.

"Is Mark watching?" I asked when Pen got the kids.

"Yes."

"There's a young guy around 20, with red board shorts who's walked by us three times now. I don't know if it means anything, but have Mark keep an eye out for him. If the past is any precedence, he should be back again in fifteen to twenty minutes."

"You got it."

Pen took the kids up to the house. Grant finally finished calling.

"He still seems to be in the wind," he said.

"You know he's probably not going to do anything with you sitting beside me. Have you got a rifle in your kit?"

"Yes."

"Do you think you could pick him off from the widow's walk at this distance?"

"No problem."

"The next time he passes us, if he does, why don't you get it and take station on the walk. Mark and Steph can keep an eye out from the house. Gives you roughly a half hour to get ready before he comes back again."

"Are you armed, in case he doesn't take that long?"

"In my beach bag."

"Take it out and put it under a bit of the beach towel, so it's not visible but handy. Make sure there's a round in the chamber."

I jacked a round into the semi-auto in the beach bag, and pulled it out when there wasn't anyone close and put it under a corner of the huge towel I was sitting on. I was leaning back on my arms, one hand on the gun

As anticipated, he showed up ten minutes after I'd done so, trying to inconspicuously ignore us, and failing. As soon as he was a hundred feet past us, Grant went to the house, hurrying, but not running. Now, I was out there by myself, fat, bloated, looking like an easy target. If he came by me a fifth time, he was going to be surprised.

Damn, he looked more interested when he saw I was alone. My sunglasses helped hide my interest in him. For all he knew, I was looking at this nice sailboat out on the Gulf. When he got even with me, he headed my way. His hands were still empty, so I stayed like I was except sitting up straighter, taking the weight off my arms, assuming Grant had him in his crosshairs at the moment.

"Hey, how far along are you?" He asked.

"About two weeks from popping," I said.

"Boy or girl?"

"Girl. Let me ask you a question. Are you related to the pot bellied, sick son-of-a-bitch that got arrested up near Disney World about four weeks ago?"

The question startled him, totally unexpected. His reaction gave him away though. I looked at him, alert and ready.

He didn't answer. Instead he asked another. "Mind if I take your picture?" He started to reach for his beach bag.

"I mind very much. I don't feel very attractive right now," I said. "If you reach into that bag, you'll regret it."

"Why? You'll throw sand on me?"

"You haven't answered my question. Are you related to the pot bellied little fucker that's probably going to get a lethal injection from the feds? If so, you might want to surrender and spend the rest of your life in prison rather than the alternative?"

"What's the alternative?"

"Dying a pointless death on a sandy beach in Florida on a sunny Saturday. You don't think I've survived eight assassination attempts by being stupid, do you?"

"You can't reach into your beach bag before I do."

"What makes you think I need to reach into my beach bag?" I let the question hang for a several seconds. "There's a cop up at the house. If you set the bag down and raise your hands, he'll take you into custody, and it will all be over."

He finally noticed my hand under the edge of the towel. He looked up at the house.

"Think of your mother, having to mourn your miserable death? Is this the ending that you want her to see for the rest of her life, every time she thinks of the little boy she carried around for nine months? Your cousins are getting life, not the death penalty. Think about it before you do something stupid."

He stood there for thirty seconds, undecided.

"Just lower the bag to the sand, and raise your hands. Trust me, even if you could get your gun out and shoot me before I shot you, there's a rifle trained on you now. You'll never survive. I know what being a mother is like. Let yours spend some time visiting with you while you're in prison, not visiting your grave. Do it for your mother."

I flipped the towel off, showing him the gun. "Please surrender," I said. "I don't want to kill anyone else, but I will. I've got a baby to protect too."

He slowly set the bag down and raised his hands. "Thank you," I said.

Hanson and Stephanie came out of the house, both armed and proceeding carefully. You could hear sirens coming.

"How did you know?" he asked.

"You survive multiple assassination attempts, you get suspicious of anything that's out of place. You were out of place."

"Walking the beach?"

"Coming by so often and so studiously studying us without trying to look like you were studying us. Plus, you look a little like your dad. Was that you following in the white car a couple weeks ago?"

"You spotted me then?"

"I notice shit now that I never used to. It's a function of coming close to dying several times."

"Lie face down on the sand," Mark said. "Put your hands behind you."

"Are you going to read my my rights?"

"I'm out of my jurisdiction. I'll let the Collier County Sheriff deputies read you your rights. I'm not going to question you."

I put my gun back in my beach bag. Grant came out around four minutes later.

"You started to reach in that bag, and I almost pulled the trigger, son," Grant said. "I don't know what she said to make you hesitate, but she saved your life."

"She talked about my mother and dying on a sandy beach in Florida on a sunny Saturday."

"You made the right choice."

Robert led the deputies out onto the beach a couple of minutes later and the young man was led away in cuffs. I didn't even know his name. Of course, we had to talk to another detective, answer more questions, do the same song and dance we'd done before. They allowed us to eat lunch while we were questioned, and of course, I made it onto the news again. Having Detective Harmon there helped. Of course the training got screwed up for a big chunk of Saturday, so they continued the training again on Sunday before Mark felt he was sufficiently trained to handle his switch wife and new submissive.

I got a call from Sahar much later that day, after the news made it to New York, I suppose. It only went national because it was another of the 'Assassin Family' arrested previously.

"Was it Gina Weege?" Sahar asked.

"I don't think so," I responded. "Just a leftover from the originals, the missing son."

"I'll make sure she gets a little warning anyway," Sahar said. "Just in case."

"Nothing too serious."

"Nah. Just a friendly reminder of what she has to lose."

I later heard Gina suffered a broken pinky finger. I guess that was as friendly as Sahar got.

******

Robert and Pen had a little party to ring in the New Year on New Year's Eve. Tony cooked for it, and he was wearing a collar. He looked happy. This party was a little more intimate than Christmas, with only the Smiths and Mary, Ben and Edith, and the two slave sluts. After Tony left, the kids were put to bed, and the slaves stripped off, and everyone who wanted one, got an orgasm to celebrate the passage to 2025. Bonnie gave me mine. I hadn't spoken to her since Christmas.

"You just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" Bonnie asked when she finished, her face smeared with my juices.

"Apparently not," I said.

"It's been a bitch of a year, hasn't it."

"I can't complain too much. A lot went right as well as wrong."

"Thank you for being my friend."

"Thank you for being such a superb pussy pleaser," I teased. She smiled and climbed into Bill's lap, letting him taste my pussy on her face.

Try as I might, I couldn't make it until midnight. I went to bed and sometime much later, felt a female form slide in behind me. I didn't figure out who it was before I slipped back into the arms of Morpheus, just that they encircled me in their arms, their breath soft against my neck.

Right after New Year's when college began again, I put Emma into a pre-school. I arranged for anyone of five people to pick her up. Most of the time, it was Pen who went. I was so tired and worn out, although, sometimes Stephanie went.

On January ninth, around 10 AM, my water broke, about two days before my scheduled due date. Pen and Stephanie whisked me to Naples Community Hospital, calling Robert and Grant to pick up Emma on their way to the hospital. She also called my parents and told them. I was in a pre-birthing room, hooked to a fetal monitor, with Pen by my side, Stephanie seated by the door. Penelope was my breathing coach, encouraging me to pant whenever I had another contraction.

"What are you going to name your daughter?" Penelope asked.

"I'm having it for you, Pen. You and Robert. You should decide. Did he have a name picked out for the child he lost?"

"They were having a boy, so it was a boy's name."

"They must have had one picked out for a girl." Pant, pant, pant, pant. "What do you want to name her. It's your child too."

"I've always liked Ariana," Pen said. "Do you like that name?"

"Ariana is a lovely name. It feels light and airy, almost elfin."

"It does, doesn't it. I'm sure she's going to be a beautiful girl."

"With any luck at all. Robert is more handsome then my murderous ex, so hopefully, his child follows suit. Not that Emma isn't precious, because she is."

Another contraction, more panting.

Robert and Grant arrived, Robert carrying Emma.

"Are you having the baby, Mama?"

"It's finally coming, honey, but it's a long process. It might be tomorrow before it gets here."

"Why does it take so long?"

"Because my body is trying to squeeze something this big," I showed how big a baby's head was. "Out of a hole that's normally about this big." I made a circle with my index finger and thumb. "It takes a while to push the baby out. There will be blood and other stuff, that comes out with the baby, so it gets very messy. Right now, I'm having contractions, which is like all the muscles in my tummy starting to squeeze at once. It hurts when I do. So when one starts, I'll make a funny hurting face, and then I'll start breathing like this." Pant, pant pant, "Which helps control the pain. I might say a few bad words if it gets too painful, and I hope you'll forgive me if I do. Not too much is happening right now. The contractions will start getting closer together, and I'll do more and more panting. You might want to sit down. They won't even take me to the delivery room for I suspect several hours. Maybe Robert or Pen can buy a book at the gift shop and read to you."

Pen took Emma away, and I asked Robert if he liked the name of Ariana for a girl.

"Pen picked it out, and I liked it," I said.

"It's a lovely name. I'm sure our daughter will like it. I always worry if a name will cause a child to be teased."

"That's why I like names which even if they're long or elaborate, like Emmaline, can easily be shortened to a lovely name like Emma."

"Is that because of your own name?" Robert asked.

"I suppose. I love Samantha, but it is a mouthful to use. Sam sounded boyish, but I was a tomboy anyway, and didn't mind it."

Another contraction started and I panted my way through it, holding Robert's hand. I might have crushed it a little during a particularly painful part. He firmed his grip.

"Has Becky been told yet?"

"I texted her your water broke, but there was no rush getting here. I think she intends to finish today's classes."

"Lovely. I can't wait. You've always made me feel like a part of your family, and welcomed Emma as well."

Robert smiled. "You know, the only bad part of you delivering is you won't be able to have sex for several days."

"At least you have a couple more ladies to keep you satisfied."

"Just having you in our bed is satisfaction."

I squeezed his hand without crushing it. "For me, too. When all of this happened, I was so angry, and despondent. I thought Ransom had ruined my life. Turns out the bastard made it even better. I just didn't realize it at the time."

"He made our lives better as well. No, I take that back. Ransom was a thief and a murderer. He didn't make our lives better. You did. He threw away something infinitely more precious than what he took, and you came to us and made our lives more precious by far. His stupidity was our gain, in every way. You may have hated the way you came to us, not by choice, but because we wanted a child, but we'll do everything in our power to ensure you never regret coming to us."

"I long ago lost any regrets I might have had. The biggest one I had was having to remain married, but he made sure that the contract got broken. I don't regret a single thing since, notwithstanding the danger we went through."

Pen returned with Emma, a book, a vase of flowers and my parents. She sat down beside me again, holding Emma in her lap, then reading to her. Mom and Dad would occasionally hover, but not too much. Every so often, another contraction would start, I'd groan and start panting. Emma took to panting with us. It was very cute. Every so often, a nurse would come in and time the contractions seeing how far apart they were.

Becky arrived at six, and Grant stayed in the room when the others went to the cafeteria to eat supper, then he ate after the others returned. We still weren't totally positive that we were safe, so I always had one of them in the room with me.

Emma fell asleep in Dad's lap around nine. I asked if one of them could take her home and put her to bed, and Pen left, Robert, Grant and my parents staying for now. Around 2 AM, my contractions were close enough for the nurse to check for dilation. Seeing that I'd dilated far enough, they took me to the birthing suite. Robert called Pen and told her she could come again because the birth was imminent. Henry could stay with Emma, so Pen returned. Pen, Robert, Mother and Stephanie accompanied me into the suite, while the others went to the waiting room. My guests had to gown up up for the birth. It still took a couple of hours of intense labor before I gave birth to Ariana Pen Taft, seven pounds, twelve ounces on January 10, 2025 at 4:38 AM.

Penelope took a couple of pictures of the baby lying on my stomach to show Emma when she got up, and everyone but Stephanie went home for some rest. She'd gotten some sleep earlier, so she had a chance of being awake. I slept like the dead.

******

When I woke up, everyone was back again, except Steph, who'd gone home to sleep. Even Becky had skipped classes. A few of them, including Emma, were at the viewing room.

"So this is what I have to go through in eight months," Becky said.

"Yes, except it will be Grant and Stephanie hanging around as the proud parents. Have you told yours you're pregnant?"

"Before you learned."

"What did they think about it?"

"They were a little surprised, but I said I was doing it for a couple who couldn't have kids and probably saved my life a couple of times. I said that I'd still get to see the child and help raise it as the nanny, so they'd get to see their grandchild and spoil it a little, so on the whole they were a okay with it. They actually took the kid news a little better than the 'I'm sleeping with another couple and their surrogate mother' news, and 'I've got a girlfriend' news, so they're showing lots of emotional growth."

I laughed. "I'd love to meet them sometime."

"They're coming down in February for a couple of weeks. You'll definitely meet them."

It wasn't long before Robert, Pen and Emma were back from viewing the baby.

"Mommy, I saw the baby and it's beautiful," Emma said, skipping into the room.

"Is she? I barely remember her I was so tired."

"She definitely is," Pen said. "So beautiful, just like her mother and sister." She came to me and held my hand. "How are you?"

"Tired, sore, hungry, thirsty. Have I missed anything?"

"You tell me," she laughed. "They're bringing the baby for a feeding in a couple minutes."

"My breasts do feel swollen, so I'm not surprised."

"Would you like me to shoo some people out."

"No, if they want to see Ariana feeding, I don't care."

Pen was right. The nurse brought our new girl to me. I uncovered a breast as she laid Ariana on my chest. She found my nipple and latched on, started drawing milk. She did look like another angel, darkish hair that looked like it might turn into Emma's honey blonde at some point. She had the slightly wrinkled look of most babies, as if they had yet to grow into their skin. Sweet, round little face, button nose, bow lips.

She suckled voraciously on my one nipple until it became sore, then I moved her to the other one with a tiny whimper as her meal got interrupted. When she quit drawing milk, the nurse came to take her away again. They gave me another ibuprofen for the pain and I napped some more, falling asleep to the sounds of my loved ones talking, a pleasant drone of soft voices and mild laughter.

******

Bonnie, Mary, Bill and Billy came to visit after supper and witnessed another feeding. Billy had lots of questions about the baby, which I answered to the best of my ability.

"Just think, Billy. Pretty soon you'll have your own baby brother or sister. About five or six more months, isn't it Bonnie."

"About that," she said, smiling. "Mid June." She looked up at Bill. "My husband got me pregnant pretty quick after I threw those birth control pills away."

"How's Sally doing, Bill?" I asked.

"She's doing great. Picks up new things quick, works hard, The only problem she's having is the drunk ex-husband is bothering her for money. She keeps saying no, and he still calls five or six times a day begging. It's gotten so she hangs up as soon as she hears him. He says he deserves to see his kids and he'll take them if she doesn't help him out. She told the jackass that he ignored them the whole time she was in jail, and only gives a shit now because she's got a good job and to leave her and the kids alone."

"That's unfortunate."

"It is. He's useless. I don't know how she put up with the sniveling, whiny bastard as long as she did."

They spent about a half hour, then left.

I also got a visit that evening from Detective Hanson, his wife, Cindy, and Lily, who'd they picked up to have her for the weekend. She was wearing slightly slutty clothes, and I could tell that neither she nor Cindy had bras on, although it was more pronounced with Cindy, the more busty of the two.

"Look who the cat dragged in," I said. "I certainly didn't expect to see any of you, especially since you had to drive so far."

"We wanted to thank you," Cindy said.

"For what?"

"A couple of different things," Mark said. "I got a promotion, and since most of my work has revolved around you, I think you're pretty much the reason I got it. Catching that last 'Assassin Family' member didn't hurt. You did all the work, and I got the credit because I put the cuffs on him before Collier deputies got there. That's number one. Number two, you turned us on to this delicious little Chinese slut. We can't thank you enough. Our sex life has gone through the roof."

"Are you still a virgin, Lily?" I asked.

"No, ma'am. Master Mark took my virginity at midnight New Year's Eve as I ate Ms. Cindy's pussy. Ms, Cindy will claim my anal virginity tomorrow, then Master will fuck me in the ass as I ride Ms. Cindy's strapless vibrator, for my first double penetration."

"Will you clean your Master's cock after he cums in your ass?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Are you enjoying their cocksucking abilities, Mark?"

"Very much."

"Cindy, do you find you're aroused all the time?"

"Constantly. So is slut Lily."

"I understand they call that slave heat, the arousal a slave gets from being kept naked and needy all the time, with their orgasms under their Master's control."

"Heat is right," Cindy said. "I'm drippy all the time. I've never been this aroused. I know part of it is my pregnancy, but I wasn't this aroused before my submission. Now I can't wait to have Master's cock in my pussy."

"I'm glad it's working out for all of you."

"We'd like to move Lily into our home on a permanent basis," Mark said. "Do you think Lily's roommates would have a problem losing her?"

"They probably can't afford to keep their place without her. I think that they might be amenable to giving up their apartment and moving down to Naples. They could share transportation to and from school with Becky. We were planning on using Becky's and Reno's elementary education degrees to use them as governess or au pair to the kids and as housemaids since Stephanie's new primary responsibility will be as my bodyguard when I leave the house. As Stephanie's slaves, I'm sure she'd like them closer. In addition to Emma, we'll now have my baby, Becky's baby and Sandy's baby, and possibly Reno's although that isn't decided yet. Robert was going to offer Sandy a job at Taft Financial, so it might be time for all of them to give up their place. I'll speak to the others about it."

"Why are Becky and Sandy having babies?" Cindy asked. "They aren't even married to anyone."

"Stephanie is infertile and can't have a child. Becky and I agreed to give them one each, although with Sandy and possibly Reno now providing them a child, I think I'm out of it."

"You offered to give them a child?" Mark asked.

"I was already giving one to Robert and Pen. Grant and Stephanie were responsible for saving my life a few times. I thought it was only fair they have their own children to raise if they wanted them. I would have preferred not to, limiting myself to three, but now, I probably won't need to since they have their own slave sluts to breed."

"Will you breed me, Master?" Lily asked.

"I don't know yet. It's a big responsibility."

It was time for another feeding, and the nurse brought Ariana to me for her nursing. It was the first time they'd seen my baby, so they oohed and aahed over her for a few minutes before I began to feed her.

"Six more months, Cindy, and this will be you."

"I know. We're so excited."

"Have you each told your parents you're taking a submissive yet, or that you, Cindy, are now submissive to Mark?"

"We haven't," Mark said.

"How were you planning to explain Lily living with you?"

"As a student we hired to assist Cindy with the house and baby," Mark said.

"You might want to consider being truthful with them. I've discovered we're more sexually diverse than I ever believed. Our parents don't discuss their sex lives with us, so we're left with the belief that they're all in monogamous relationships, whereas the truth may be different. They may understand what and why you're doing what you're doing. You might want to explore that a little before spilling your secrets, but if they don't act horribly shocked or dismayed in answering a few questions, it might be okay to tell them, without negative consequences for all of you. Trying to hide secrets this large will often be unsuccessful anyway. I know Becky and Mary have explained their particular circumstances to their parents. Just saying, it might work out better than you anticipate."

"She may be right, Master," Cindy said. "I'm actually happy and proud to be your slave slut. I'd hate to have to hide that from others."

"Would you be naked in front of them?"

"No, but I'd be slutty in front of them."

"I'd be willing to be naked in front of your parents, Master, ma'am. It would be arousing to me to do so."

"Have you told your parents yet?" I asked Lily.

"Not everything. I've told them I'm having sex with men and women now and I may change my address to live with them."

"It's a start."

Ariana finished on one side, and I moved her to the other. We chatted a few more minutes before they needed to head home, already fairly late.

I rang for the nurse when Ariana was done breast feeding and I went to sleep, still somewhat tired.

******

They discharged me the following day, Saturday, in the afternoon. I was given a list of instructions, and things to watch out for in newborns. Grant, Robert and Pen came to pick me up. They already had a baby seat in the car for the baby, and Pen and I sat on either side of Ariana with the two men in the front, Grant driving. When I got home, one of the rooms had been set up as a nursery and had a baby monitor paired with one in my bedroom. Emma was waiting for us and eagerly showed me everything we had for the baby. We checked the baby's diaper and changed it, then I fed it before we put her down for a nap.

"If it's all right with you, Sam, Becky, Robert and I have all agreed to get up once each night when the baby cries. If she's hungry, we'll bring her to you for feeding, then bring her back, so you only have to get up once."

"That sounds amazing. Almost like the hospital does."

"It also gives us all a chance to bond with the baby," Pen said. "I got a breast pump so we can pump some milk and keep it in the refrigerator. You might not even need to feed her if she takes a bottle."

"Better and better," I laughed. "I'd like to talk to you all about something."

"What?" Robert asked.

"Lily wants to move in with Mark and Cindy Hanson. I don't think that Reno and Sandy can afford their place without a third person sharing rent. What I'd like to do, is have them live here permanently, with some pay, and it won't have to be as much as we first indicated, since they'll stay here with free room and board. They can all help with housekeeping and child care. If Grant is breeding Sandy, taking care of a baby is something Sandy needs to learn. Even if it's Grant's and Stephanie's child to raise, she'll still need to feed it.

"I'll transfer title of my old car to Becky, and they can use that to get back and forth to school, like Becky is now, and I can add the additional drivers to the insurance. Once I start back to school, unless we're absolutely sure our troubles are over, Stephanie probably can't continue as housekeeper, as she'll need to go with me. She might even want to consider taking some classes herself, upgrade her education. When Becky delivers, Stephanie will have her own little bundle of joy to help care for, and Sandy's baby probably won't be more than a few months behind that unless she's infertile. I know I'm asking a lot, but I think it would work out for everyone."

"They're here this weekend. We'll speak to all of them," Robert said. "I can't think of a reason why we can't, Pen, can you?"

"No, Robert, I can't. They'll probably be running around here half nude, but we'll survive, I'm sure," she laughed.

I hugged both of them. It was so nice not having a baby belly in the way.

"When can you start having sex again?" Robert asked.

"A week for dicks, Robert. Tongues, you have to stay away from my stitches, but other than that, I'm good. I'm always good for oral sex though. Right now, I'm going to spend time with Emma. I've been gone and Ariana will be taking more of my time."

I went to Emma's room where she was playing with her dolls and stuffed animals.

"Would you like me to read to you, Emma?" I asked.

"Please, Mommy."

"Pick out whichever book you want me to read and show me where you stopped last."

"Maman has been reading Harry Potter to me. Is that okay?"

"Whatever you want, angel."

I read Emma two chapters of the first Harry Potter novel, about one fourth of the way through due to Pen's previous reading. When I finished, I said, "Ariana is drinking my breast milk now. Do you want a taste?"

She clapped her hands and said, "Yes, thank you."

I unbuttoned my shirt and opened my nursing bra. "Okay, some rules first. Ariana doesn't have teeth. You can't bite, as it would hurt me a lot. You have to suck, like you do through a straw, but you have to suck much harder, and not a lot comes at once. You'll only get little tastes, but babies don't have big stomachs yet, so they don't need a lot at once, they just need to be fed more often. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mommy."

It took a little time, but Emma got the hang of it. I let her suckle on my breast for a couple of minutes, getting a taste of milk before closing it down again.

"How long does a baby feed this way?" Emma asked.

"For about four or five months, breast milk is all they get, then you can start adding other food. It has to be soft baby food, as they still can't chew. I gave you some breast milk for about nine or ten months, gradually taking you off of it, less and less all the time. Now, they have something called a breast pump, and we're going to pump milk out of my breasts so Becky, Maman and Dad all have a chance to feed the baby out of a bottle. If you want, once we show you how, you can feed the baby with a bottle too. Would you like to do that?"

"Please, Mommy."

"It probably won't be for a week or two. Right now, when I feed the baby, it's bonding to me. It gets to hear my voice, look at me, smell me, and learns I'm going to take care of her. She'll begin realizing that I'm her family. The same with everyone else who feeds it, so you'll be family to her too."

******

That evening, after Emma was in bed, and the slave sluts were naked, we talked to the major participants, Becky, Sandy, Reno, Stephanie and Grant. They were told of Lily's desire to move out of their apartment and in with the Hansons to be their full time submissive. Sandy said Lily had hinted to the same.

"Here's what I'm willing to offer," Robert said. "A $15,000 yearly salary, plus room and board at this house, and paying for your college through your Master's Degree, effective immediately. For that, we expect you to help take care of any children born, help clean the house and serve guests when we have parties. Sandy will also spend ten hours a week minimum, working at Taft Financial being mentored by me. Reno and Becky will have more of the child rearing responsibilities based upon their degrees, but with Sandy being bred, some of those duties will also fall to her so she learns how to care for the baby she'll be carrying for Grant and Stephanie. Give notice at your apartment and we'll begin moving your stuff right away.

"Sam is willing to transfer title of her car to Becky, and add Reno and Sandy to the insurance. Her car can be used for going back and forth to school and to Taft Financial. Stephanie will direct everyone in regards to cleaning chores and your responsibilities as her slaves, Pen and Sam will direct you regarding child rearing duties. Any conflicts will be resolved by me, who's footing the bill.

"Upon graduation with your Master's Degree, Sandy will be offered a full time position at Taft Financial at the current minimum salary for any other employee in her position hired right out of college. Reno and Becky will continue on as governess, teacher, au pair, whatever you want to call it. If they share those responsibilities fifteen days a month each, their salaries increase to $25,000. If either of them decides they're accepting any other position elsewhere, they may remain here for free, provided the position is local, and the other person's salary increases to $50,000 for full time child care. Any questions about the offer before you?"

"No, sir, that seems eminently fair," Sandy said.

"Sam, what do you expect in the way of child care for now."

"I want Sandy and Reno to change at least on dirty diaper per day, any time that they're home, and when the baby starts getting a bottle, to feed it one bottle per day. If they don't know how to change a diaper, I'll demonstrate the next time I change one. They will each give the baby one bath per week after they've learned how to do so without drowning the child. Becky has volunteered to take night shift duty once per night, along with my two paramours. She'll do her feedings and diaper changing at night. For now, the baby is being breastfed only, and we'll be working up to a bottle of breast milk. When the baby begins eating solid food, I'll expect everyone to take one feeding per week of solid food. If the baby cries, but has been fed and changed, once a week, you'll hold the baby, sing it a lullaby or rock it to sleep. These duties will help prepare you for your own children and general child care for the future. I'll set up a system that will show you've completed your responsibilities so you're not tasked for more.

"Pen and I will share all other child care, with help from Robert as his job allows. As Ariana grows older, and we need to start doing more, you'll be expected to do more, such as reading and otherwise interacting with the children, within reason. At three to four years of age, Becky and Reno will begin teaching the children basic pre-school education, and as they enter school, assisting with homework and tutoring.

"Once Becky's baby is born, Stephanie, Grant and Becky will assume most of the responsibilities for him or her, but we can all assume some, just as we're doing for Ariana. The same will happen once Sandy becomes pregnant, except it will be her, Grant and Stephanie doing the bulk of the work, but everyone else will pitch in, so it never become burdensome for any one person. Does anyone have questions about child care in the house?"

"No, ma'am," Reno said. "It doesn't sound particularly burdensome for anyone. I would easily agree to that, given the benefits."

"Do you agree, Sandy?"

"Yes, ma'am, but I do have an unrelated question. What is my Mistress going to be doing, and will I be given some responsibility over Reno?"

"As you may or may not know, I'm going to start working on a psychology degree. While we hope that all of our troubles are over, Stephanie's primary job becomes more of a bodyguard, looking after Pen and me," I said. "She'll be going to school with me each day. I would assume that when she's gone, or when you're both in school together, Reno will be your responsibility in her absence. Steph may even take some classes herself if she wishes to advance her education. When that happens, more house cleaning may fall upon the shoulders of everyone else. I intend to do my part around here in addition to going to school. I hate being lazy and living off of others.

"I also intend to spend several hours a week engaged in physical fitness. I recommend everyone get in the habit of working out since we have a very good gym here. Working out now will make it easier to carry and deliver a child, and recover your figure after doing so. I will be willing to help each of you with your own workout regimen. It also helps keep you in good shape and fine form for your Mistress and her husband, ensuring you get your fair share of dick and pussy."

"Yes, ma'am. That sounds good to me," Sandy said. "I'd have to say I think Robert's offer is more than fair, none of the duties sound particularly onerous, and still allows free time."

"Then it's agreed. I'll have you sign the necessary paperwork to get you on the payroll on Monday," Robert said. "Grant and Stephanie can rent a truck or van and we'll get your things moved as soon as you're ready."

Our family had just grown by two more. I put together an erasable schedule showing baths, feeding and diaper changes with the three girls names. All they had to do was check a box showing they'd completed something for the day or week. The next time I fed Ariana, I showed everyone how to change a diaper properly, and gave Ariana her first bath. The hospital recommended a bath no more than three times a week. We had a plan.

The first night, Ariana woke up three times, and three times, the baby was delivered to me for her feeding, but otherwise, was taken care of my one of my lovers. No one lost too much sleep, as I could almost doze as Ariana fed.

Any time anyone did anything with the baby, if Emma was home, she was usually there, watching. Diaper changes, baths, breast feeding, whatever. She was fascinated. Sometimes, while feeding Ariana, I'd be reading to Emma at the same time, with her changing the pages when I told her to.

Within the week, Reno and Sandy were moved into their own room, shared, but with one or the other often spending the night with Stephanie and Grant. I transferred title of my car to Becky and put the other two women on the insurance. The weekend after I arrived home, Robert finally fucked me again. Well, made love more than fucked. Pen and Becky left us alone to reconnect.

I was working out ninety minutes every day, cleaning house for ninety minutes every day, helping with cooking and clean up. I was rapidly shedding a lot of the weight I'd gained during my pregnancy, because Ariana kept me going as well. It wasn't unusual for me to be walking the treadmill or riding the stationary bike, or cleaning the house while Ariana was strapped to my boob with a sling, feeding as I worked.

Starting to fit into my old clothes again, I went with Becky to the collage one day and checked with admissions, looking to see what I needed to do to sign up for school for the fall semester. I'd brought my transcript so they were able to see what my education already consisted of. There were a few basic psychology classes I'd have to take before starting on my Master's degree. Some of those I could take during the summer, but some would need to wait until fall.

After a couple of weeks, I was using the breast pump to pump milk and the others got to start feeding Ariana on occasion, although I was still doing it myself about half the time. Even Emma learned how to hold the baby and give it a bottle, although one of the adults burped Ariana when she was done.

About eight weeks after Ariana's birth, on a Saturday, Tony was there cooking up a storm and the house was getting a thorough cleaning. That usually signified guests.

"What's going on?" I asked Pen. "What do you need me to do?"

"You and I are going shopping. Grant is taking us as Stephanie is busy."

"What are we shopping for?"

"New clothes. Your hard work has paid off and you're back to your pre-baby size, but with slightly larger boobs considering you're still producing milk. Chop, chop. Ariana will be properly cared for without us today."

Pen took me to this very fine, outrageously expensive, women's boutique, and we bought two new swimsuits, a couple of leisure outfits, a sundress, cocktail dress, a basic little black dress, both with matching heels, several items of lingerie, and a lovely cornflower blue, floor length gown with matching strappy high heels. She spent a ton of money, probably more than I paid for my last car (used). We spent the better part of four hours there, and they even served us finger sandwiches and beverages for lunch.

Before we left, Pen told me to put on the blue gown.

"This is evening wear," I protested. "Something you'd wear to a ball, or gala of some kind."

"Wear it anyway."

"What have you got up your sleeve?"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you."

"Don't worry about it, just wear the gown, some of your new lingerie, your nylons, and don't give me trouble," she laughed. "I'm putting on one of my new dresses too, so you won't look out of place."

"Fine." I put on the gown in the dressing room, and walked out looking like I was going to a premiere in Hollywood, walking down a red carpet somewhere. I knew I looked fabulous. It fit me perfectly, and I'd worked my ass off to get to my fighting weight. Pen looked just as good in a svelte slinky red number she'd gotten for herself that made my pussy drool.

When we got to the car, Pen told Grant to blindfold me. I gave her the evil eye before Grant tied a wide blindfold around my eyes.

"That last time I had a blindfold on, I was tied down on the bed, waiting for you to make me your bitch,"

Pen laughed. "You won't be my bitch this time."

"Whose bitch will I be?"

"Nobodies."

"You're being awfully mysterious," I said.

"I know, and it's so much fun."

Even with the blindfold on, I could tell we weren't going back to the house. Where the heck were we going?

Grant finally pulled to a stop and turned off the engine. I heard him and Pen get out of the car, and they opened my door, helping me get out. They each took an arm, walking me between them, warning me when we reached a curb or any type of steps. My heels were clicking on a tile floor, and the room seemed large as the clicking seemed to echo. I could hear faint whispers, but couldn't tell who was whispering or had the foggiest clue of where we were. I was finally brought to a stop, and Grant untied the blindfold.

"Surprise!" Everyone shouted.

I was looking at around a hundred people, including Emma, Ariana, the Greenbriars, and what looked like a quarter of his crew, who'd been with me traveling around Florida, including Beth and Sahar. The Thornhills, William, Evelyn, Regina and Madeline, the Smiths, including Billy and Mary. Edith, Ben, Joe, Carly, Detective Hanson, his wife Cindy, and Lily, COs, Jan, Ruth and Greg from the jail, Sally Evans and both of her children, my parents, Stephanie's sluts. Even the Ocala crowd and Marcia Holmgren were here. Everyone was dressed in their Sunday best, and looked amazing.

"What the hell is going on," I said. "Is this a funeral and for who?"

"Not a funeral, but very close to a wedding," Pen said, "and an adoption and a whole bunch of other stuff. Please join me up front where you have some paperwork to sign."

She led me to the front of the room, and everyone was wishing me congratulations, though I didn't quite know for what. Emma was practically jumping up and down in joy, though she wouldn't say either.

"I'm so happy, Mommy," was the most I got out of her as she clutched my hand and went with me through the crowd.

Becky was holding Ariana near the front, and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

Finally, seated at a table there at the front of the room, was George Bancroft, the lawyer who'd first told me my husband was a thief and I'd have to have three children for the Tafts, including one Ransom would raise. He had a big smile on his face, unlike the solemnity of the first occasion, when he'd pronounced my doom.

"Please have a seat, Samantha. We have a lot of stuff we need to go through tonight before the ceremony."

"What ceremony?"

"If you have a seat, you'll know."

I sat down and pulled Emma into my lap.

George shoved a document in front of me, handed me a pen, and said, "This document is a request for a name change, that will be submitted to the clerk of court at the courthouse on Monday, changing your name from Samantha Marie Ford, nee Anders, to Samantha Marie Taft."

"Can I just change my name?"

"People do it all the time. As long as you're not doing it to defraud or cheat people, it's perfectly legal. Please sign, both your previous signature and your new one."

The document had little stickers affixed showing where my signatures went. I signed and he handed it to a young lady seated beside him to notarize the signature. The next seven documents I signed were to change the name on my Driver's License, and with Social Security, the IRS, the bank, and other places where I had some type of account. Each one got notarized and added to a stack that was slowly getting bigger, compared to the other stack, now getting smaller.

"Wonderful Miss Taft. This next document was kind of tricky. It allows Robert Taft only, to adopt Emma as his legal offspring. Doing so without Penelope as his wife was the tricky part, but there were some legal precedents. He's already signed them. When you sign, your daughter, Emmaline Beverly Ford, will become Emmaline Beverly Taft, and Robert will be her legal father. While you remain the legal mother, it also gives Penelope status as a secondary guardian, almost like a godmother, but more. If you would, please sign."

I looked at the Tafts, who both had huge grins on their faces. Now I knew why Emma was so excited. She had a father again, one who loved her and would never do anything to harm her. I whispered thanks, and signed. There were a couple more notices that needed to be signed for Emma, to the Social Security Office and county records.

Then there was a limited Power of Attorney, giving me access to the Taft accounts and fortune, allowed me to visit as family at hospitals, nursing homes and extended care facilities, and gave me the same status as Pen had with Emma, to Ariana, who birth records showed Pen as the legal mother, as I had been a surrogate. There were also several contracts which made me a full partner in their marriage, as if I were married to both of them, without the marriage ceremony, and more limited Power of Attorney's for the Tafts, giving them the same rights as I now had, to visit as family, where such visits were limited to family.

From that moment on, I was going to be intertwined with the Tafts in almost every manner imaginable, a wife to both in all but name, and with decision making authority over the child I'd given them. Bancroft smiled and shook my hand, then the papers and table were whisked away.

I set Emma back on the floor. "Give your new father and Maman a big hug, Emma. They're our new family now."

Emma ran to Robert, and he picked her up and she got kisses from the both of them as she hugged them with her tiny arms.

"Now to the ceremony part of tonight's celebration," Pen said. "Would Mr. And Mrs. Anders please join us?"

My parents joined us at the front of the room. Robert said, "Ezekiel and Margaret, the paperwork Sam just signed, makes Sam and Emma a part of our family, and Emma my legal daughter. We would like to hold a ceremony now, to make a formal declaration before all of these witnesses, of Sam's special place in our hearts. Would you be willing to give her hand to us, to show your approval of her place in our life?"

They looked at me, and I nodded. "I want this more than anything," I said.

"We will," they said.

The notary stood at the front and got everyone attention. "Please have a seat for the ceremony." She waited for everyone to grab a chair, and take a seat facing where she stood.

The only exceptions were Joshua, standing by the Tafts, and Becky, standing beside me, still holding Ariana, a smile on her face.

When all were seated, she continued. "This is the first one of these I've ever done, so bear with me if I stumble a bit. Samantha Taft, nee Anders, having agreed to take the Taft name, agreed to the adoption of her daughter by Robert, and various contracts and Powers of Attorney being signed granting Samantha access to every aspect of the Taft's family and fortune, and now considered a loved and loving member of their family, they wished to solemnize the occasion with this ceremony of love. Ezekiel and Margaret Anders, do you agree to give your daughter in love to Robert and Penelope Taft, to recognize her special place in their lives, and the life of your granddaughter, Emmaline Taft, and to recognize Robert and Penelope Taft as the rightful and legal parents of Samantha's child, Ariana Taft?"

"We do so recognize their special bond."

"Samantha Taft, do you take Robert and Penelope Taft into your heart, to love, and to cherish, as their full partner in love, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, from this day forward, and for the rest of your life?"

"I do so take them, with all of my heart."

"Robert and Penelope Taft, do you take Samantha Taft, into your home, your heart and your bed, as a full partner in love, to honor and cherish her, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, to accept all of her children as yours, now, and for the rest of your life?"

"We do, with all of our hearts," they both replied.

"May I see the rings, please?"

Joshua, pulled four rings from his pocket. One of the rings was larger, and very similar to Robert's wedding ring with Penelope. The other three were smaller, and one had three small diamonds channel set into the band.

"A ring is a symbol of infinity, having no beginning or end, and symbolizes the abiding love of one person for another. Robert and Penelope, take the rings intended for Samantha's hands, and place them on her fingers, Robert on the left hand, Penelope on the right."

Robert and Pen took the two larger of the small rings, and Robert slipped the diamond set ring on my left ring finger, while Pen slipped the other on my right ring finger.

"Samantha, place the large ring on the right hand of Robert, and the smaller ring on the right hand of Penelope."

I took the large ring and placed it on Robert's hand after kissing it, then did the same to Pen's. I then held their hands in mine.

"Robert, you wished to say a few words first."

He began. "Not everyone knows how Samantha came into our lives. Her husband, Ransom, stole money from the accounts that Taft Financial managed on behalf of many local charities. At the time, it was believed that Samantha was involved in the thefts, as most of the money had been deposited in accounts in her name. As my first wife and child had died at the hands of a drunk driver, and Penelope was unable to conceive a child on her own, and Pen noting that Samantha bore a close physical likeness to herself, we decided to coerce Samantha into having a couple of children for us, in return for us making up for the stolen funds, and not pursuing prosecution.

"I admit, it was not our finest hour, especially when we realized that there was no way Samantha could have been involved. Goodness and love shine from her like a beacon of light. Even after more than a million other dollars were discovered to have been stolen, Sam returned it all, saying she'd agreed to give us our children for the $500,000 originally found. Still, the contact obligated all of us to do certain things. We'd made it iron clad to force her to give us the child we so desperately wanted for ourselves. Only the failure of any one party could negate the contract's provisions from being enforced.

"Luckily, Ransom opened the door when he assaulted Sam. Even without the threat of the contracts, Samantha agreed to abide by the original terms, and Penelope and I found ourselves falling in love with our surrogate mother. When she and Emma moved into our house, our lives changed for the better, in every way. There was no way we ever wanted to give her up, even though her husband, and others in his little cabal, made that increasingly likely given how many times they attempted to kill her.

"With that threat ended, we couldn't imagine a life again without Sam and Emma. They'd come to mean so much to our own lives, and the lives of everyone else in the house. It's a much happier place than it ever used to be, barren of children. Pen and I decided that we had to make Sam's and Emma's part in our lives the last year, permanent. We decided she and Emma needed to be full members of our family; that anything less was an insult to Sam and Emma, and all the love we felt for them both. That dream, that desire, is now reality. For all intents and purposes, Samantha is married to Pen and me, absent only a Certificate of Marriage.

"The ring I gave Samantha has three diamonds in it, one for each of the children she's borne, or will bear for us. The other rings are plain bands similar to the ones Penelope and I gave to each other when we wed. As far as we're concerned, we are wed to Sam, and will be until the day we die. Samantha, you are the heart and soul of our house, and we love you as much as anyone can love anyone else. Thank you for that love."

"Penelope, would you like to add anything?" The Notary asked

"Samantha, you should have hated us for what we did to you. The mere fact that you don't, is a measure of how much love you have to share. I love you as much as my beloved husband, Robert, and I welcome you with open arms. Thank you for all you bring to our lives."

"Samantha, would you like to add something?" the notary said.

"I would. Robert and Pen, even though our lives together began with coercion, in order to save my daughter from having both of her parents in jail, and I was obligated to give you children, you never forced me to have sex. You waited for me to realize how kind and loving you both were, and come to you on my own. You took what could have been the very worst moment in my life, and turned it into what became the very best part of my life. I'm so glad you've chosen to share all of your love with me, and my children. I will forever be grateful for your love and kindness. By her charitable works, Pen shows her infinite kindness and love to others, and now she shares that with me. I never thought I could love a woman as much as I love you.

"Robert, while not exactly declaring your love for me as soon as Pen did, you've demonstrated it in a thousand different ways. I don't know how much you spent to protect me and my daughter, but it demonstrated the depths of your feelings for us, and I find I love you more than I ever loved another man. I could not find a better person to partner to than I have today. You will forever be my love as I am yours and Pens."

"You may all kiss each other," the notary said.

I laid lip locks on both of my honeys, then we had to stand still as Sahar, of all people, took photos of all of us, individually, as pairs, as a threesome, and as a family with all of us. Now I knew the reason for the gown, I was happy I'd worn it, for these photos.

As Sahar was taking pictures of the children and Becky, I asked Beth if she was any good as a photographer.

"Surprisingly, very good. She studied art at UF while I was finishing my doctorate. The camera is new. She took it up because we're so seldom still for her to do drawing, so she uses the photos for her paintings and sketches. Her compositions are usually excellent, and she is picky and can choose the ones she likes the most."

"Are you good?" I asked.

"Very good. Life can't get any better. Master is probably going to pump another baby into me soon, and Sahar is trying to decide if she wants to get knocked up as well, so it's something we go through together. She's hesitant, because she doesn't want to depend on anyone else to protect me, but I think in the end, we'll get pregnant together."

"Your Master?"

"I think the first man she had sex with after her slavery, Richard Farber, a submissive male who works for Mr. Thornhill, will be the one who does the deed, but Ranger is also in the running. She'd either have to come to Florida to get bred, or he'd have to come to New York, so she's still thinking about it."

"Yes, Madeline mentioned Richard as someone she bought Christmas presents for."

Beth nodded as Sahar shouted to me, "Sam, get in here so I can get some pictures of you and your rug rats. You sure do have cute kids."

Sahar took a few pictures with me, Emma and Ariana, then Ariana started to get a little fussy, and I had Becky lower the top of my dress to my waist so I could unsnap my nursing bra and breast feed her, and Sahar took more pictures of me feeding Ariana. While my top was down, Sahar got more pictures of Robert and Pen pretending to suckle the other nipple. Pen took Ariana to change her diaper after she fed, and I started to greet everyone who'd come for my ceremony as the food came out for the reception. I now knew we were at the Ritz-Carlton due to their name on the walls of the room we were in.

Naturally, when I reached Joe, he said, "Milk sounds really good to me. Any chance I can have a sip or two?"

"After my quasi marriage," I laughed, showing him the ring on my finger. "Does that line ever work?"

"Sometimes," he laughed. "All my best lines are wasted on you apparently."

"How are things going with Carly?" I asked. She was currently talking to her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, Tony, at the moment. I needed to find out. Joe might know.

"Good. She's a delicious little slut."

"Have you let her fuck Tony yet?"

"A couple of times. Each time he does, he has to rim both Ruth and myself. It doesn't stop him from having sex with her though or cleaning out her pussy after I send her home."

"How many times have you had threesomes with Carly and another girl?"

"Six, but three of them were with the same woman. She loves getting her kitty licked while I'm fucking her. I can feel myself getting close to her. She's kinky enough I might want to make it permanent. She thinks it'a a hoot that Carly is Tony's girlfriend, and he knows I'm fucking her."

"Thanks for coming Joe. I need to mingle more."

"Take care, and congratulations on your pseudo marriage."

"Thanks."

"Any chance you'll be playing basketball and volleyball at the Y anymore?"

"Unlikely, but you can always play beach volleyball down here if you want to make the drive."

"Bikini?"

"Of course," I laughed. "It's the beach. I'll give you another black eye."

I said hi to a bunch of other folks, finally running into Marcia, who was dressed somewhat sloppily again, wearing a wig so her own hair was hidden, and glasses, making her look somewhat like a dowdy librarian.

"What are you doing here?"

"You don't think I like weddings? Look at all the dick and pussy here. It's a target rich environment."

I laughed. "Are you between jobs?"

"What makes you think I'm not on a job?"

"You look too relaxed."

She laughed. "Yes, I'm between jobs. Going to go to the Middle East next week."

"Should I keep my eyes on the headlines?"

"Won't be any. What can you tell me about Bonnie's husband?"

"He's a very nice man with two submissives, Bonnie and another woman."

"He's a good looking stud. Do you think he'd be interested in a foursome?"

"Probably not if his son is around."

"Perhaps you could take care of that for me, and make introductions?"

"Perhaps," I said, smiling. "I haven't had a chance to greet them yet. Come with me."

We walked over to their grouping.

"Mary, Bill, I'd like to introduce you to Marcia. She helped us while Bonnie and I were running around Florida. Mary is a veterinarian, and Bill has his own construction company. Billy, since you're in Naples tonight, would you like to come stay with Emma, and we'll bring you back home tomorrow."

"Sure," he said eagerly. "I'd love to come, Miss Sam."

"Wonderful. Why don't you find Emma and Becky and let them know. You can eat with us tonight."

"Can I Mom, Dad?"

"Of course," Bill said, his eyebrow raised quizzically. Billy ran off in the right direction.

I winked at him and told all of them how happy I was to see them there for my ceremony, hugging the two women and giving Bill a sloppy kiss to tease Bonnie.

"Bill, I want to really introduce you to Marcia in full. Marcia was the one who preceded Bonnie into the rest room and took out the woman sent to kill her. Stephanie insured that Bonnie thanked her appropriately that night. Marcia has a few questions for you, Bill. If I were you, I'd consider going along with it. You'd never know from the clothes she's wearing, but Marcia is incredibly fit and hot looking under her clothes. Bonnie knows."

Bonnie laughed and agreed Marcia was seriously sexy. I left them to it. I found Jan, Ruth and Greg next.

"What's up boys and girls? Are you having a good time?"

"Great," Jan said. "Thanks for inviting us."

"I didn't even know we were having this shindig. It was a complete surprise to me. I imagine Pen and Robert were responsible."

"So, are you married to both of them now?" Greg asked.

"As close as I can get without getting arrested," I replied. "I care for you all, but I don't want to go back to jail anytime soon."

"Does that mean you're rich?" Ruth asked.

"I don't look at it like it's my money, but I guess. I didn't earn it, and I won't recklessly spend it, but I'll be living in a freaking mansion on the beach, so I feel like I'm rich. Definitely rich in friends though. I have a lot of people who I think of as friends, including you three. When did you get your invite to this soiree?"

"A month ago," Ruth said.

"I guess this has been in the planning stages for a while then. Pen took me out shopping for clothes this morning, bought me this and told me to wear it home. Total shock to me, everyone being here. Please have some food and enjoy yourselves. Ruth, if I could have a minute of your time?"

I pulled her aside and asked her about Tony.

"He's the best male pussy pleaser I've ever had. Better than any woman I've had too."

"Do you let him fuck you?"

"About once a week. I get to see him around three times a week, and about every third time, he gets to put his cock inside of me, then clean me up good."

"Joe said he's gotten to fuck Carly a couple of times."

"Yeah, if he's been really good."

"Is he locked in a cock cage?"

"You bet. Keeps him eager to please me. I give him the key if I know he's going to bone Carly. She has to hold onto it until he gets Joe's permission."

"Just checking. Does he seem happy?"

"Happy enough."

"Thanks for sharing."

After finishing my rounds, I got some food and sat down with my new mated partners, who were sitting and eating with Billy, and Emma. Pen was holding Ariana, who was currently sleeping, in one of our baby slings.

"This was a big surprise," I said. "Fooled me again."

"I was worried someone would spill the beans," Pen said. "Robert didn't tell Emma until after we left. I figured she'd blab faster than anyone."

"I'm sure she would have." I took their hands. "I can't tell you how much it means that you did this beautiful ceremony. It was incredibly special getting everyone here. It means so much that you did this for me and Emma. I feel so loved right now."

"Why is Billy coming over tonight?" Robert asked.

"Marcia Holmgren wanted to see if she could inveigle her way into a foursome with Bill and his two sluts. She'd enjoyed Bonnie before and liked what she saw of Bill. Figured she'd give it a shot, and I said I'd take Billy because I knew Bill wouldn't do it with him in the house. She was the one who protected Bonnie, so I figured Bill might want to take her up on it."

"So you're still looking after your friends," Pen teased.

"Always. I noted more than a few of your friends here tonight, Pen. Are you taking any flack for your pseudo marriage to me?"

"More in the nature of teasing from the friends who showed up. The ones who had the biggest problems with it declined the invitation. A couple of their husbands are envious of Robert, having two women in his bed, so I hear about that from them."

"Three if you include Becky," I said.

"I've never told anyone in my group of friends about Becky," Pen said. "That might raise more issues and questions. You were easier to explain since you were giving us our child. Obviously, your people know, but most of my old guard don't."

"What did Becky say when you set this up? Was she unhappy not to be included?"

"She's happy for you, and she realizes it's not the same between us as it is with you. She didn't express any hurt feelings, although she might have felt some. She's giving us the night alone tonight because of the ceremony."

"What's she doing?" I asked.

"I thought she was spending the night with Mary," Pen replied.

"That either means Marcia won't get a foursome, or she'll get a fivesome," I laughed.

"Five is so many," Pen laughed. "You'd need a really big bed. I suspect it devolves into a duet and triplet. Managing five would be nigh impossible."

"Maybe a daisy chain," I laughed, "but once the fellow cums, what's the point."

"Hey," Robert laughed.

"Admit it, Robert. Men are physically incapable of hanging tough with women in the sack. Needing an erection to penetrate us, once you lose it, you're an impediment," I said.

"I can still lick."

"But a soft, floppy dick to suck on isn't nearly as much fun as a good stiffy," I said. "I'm surprised an older guy such as yourself, can handle three younger women. I can see the appeal of a reverse harem."

"What's that?" Robert asked.

"Having multiple men trying to keep a single woman satisfied, If you're strictly hetero, that's the only way to keep horny sluts like us satisfied."

Pen laughed. "She's right, Robert. If we were strictly hetero, even a stud like you would have trouble keeping up with two women, let alone three. Imagine if you had to fuck all of us even twice a day. You wouldn't be able to work, you'd be so exhausted. It's a good thing we all like pussy in addition to dick."

"Okay. I see your point," he laughed. "Even fucking all of you once a day can be exhausting."

"Which is why you don't do it every day," I said. "But we're good with what you do give us. You really are a stud."

After eating, I made another circuit of the room greeting and saying goodbye to our guests, accompanied by Pen and Robert. Some of them had come quite a distance, the Thornhills from California. I found most of the out-of-towners were staying at the Ritz and leaving tomorrow.

The reception broke up around ten, well past the children's bedtimes. We took Emma, Ariana and Billy home and put them right to bed. The two older children were nodding off before I turned off the light. Ariana had been asleep before we got her home. Robert had showered while Pen and I put the kids to bed, and after stripping off, Pen and I showered together, washing each other for the night to come.

To thank them for making me a part of their family, I gave Robert the very best blowjob I could, while Robert and Pen kissed. Then, it was Penelope's turn to be doted on completely by her two lovers, Robert taking the top half, and me taking the bottom half. Robert had to stuff a pillow in Pen's mouth when I made her scream for me. With no baby belly to worry about, Pen and I could easily sixty-nine while Robert filled me up with his nice cock. Since I'd taken the pressure off, I got a nice twenty minute fucking. We consummated our partnership in sterling fashion, a new and different family.

******

This concludes this book, How My Husband Fucked Me Over. Let's face it, Ransom had disappeared about halfway in, and although Samantha started her journey as more of a non-consensual partner to the Tafts, the story eventually ended up as a romance. Provided I live long enough, expect to see all of these characters at a future date. My Black Babies, came to a close with the delivery of Vicky's First. I intend to revisit the story begun in Mated to the Pack in a new book, Wedded to the Pack. I'm beginning a book of adventures for a male escort called I'm Just a Gigolo. I'm Just a Gigolo will fill the slot taken by My Black Babies, and Wedded to the Pack will fill the slot of this book so look for Wedded three weeks after reading this. Both of the new books will bring in old familiar faces. Hopefully, you'll enjoy them as much as you enjoyed the previous versions. They'll appear in a cycle like the current one, around one chapter of each every three weeks, along with I Want Her to Know What Love Is, which still has several chapters to go. Thanks to all of the fans that follow me.