My Polyamorous Girl Pt. 26

Chapter 26: Ever After

Tethys remained on the pill for a full week after the wedding. She didn't want to risk any possibility that some of the gang-bang sperm in her might somehow be extra robust. She also quickly rescinded her previous instruction that I only fuck her until she'd successfully conceived. She didn't pretend that her reasons were solely for my benefit.

"You're going to be fucking me twice a day as it is. I know on some days you're good for three loads. I don't want you to start thinking of fucking me as a chore, and wanting a break. So you'll be getting breaks. Hera and Megan are here a lot of the time, Rena visits fairly regularly, Angela and Sonia come by from time to time. And then there's the workouts at Carl's. We're going to keep doing those. You're already looking more buff than you've ever been. I like it! So you'll get plenty of exposure to other pussies," she argued. Then her face took on a mischievous smirk.

"And I do plan to have other girls and guys around. Just because I'm not fucking other men doesn't mean I can't enjoy their cocks. In fact, I'll finally, at least temporarily, resolve the conflict that I've been struggling with for a long time. You know I always have trouble deciding whether a guy should cum in my cunt or my mouth. That gang bang was great, with all the men cumming in my pussy, but sometime I'd maybe like to do a half and half, or even a full oral gangbang. So, while I'm trying to get pregnant, I'll have only you cumming in my pussy, and all the other guys cumming in my mouth.... Or on my face," she continued after a moment's thought. "I think I've been inspired by Hera a bit. There is something alluring about a face dripping with cum, especially if I'm casually chatting with your mother while it drips!"

"Good God, I've created a monster!" I moaned.

"I'm just leaning into an environment of abundance," she shrugged. "Except it seems like I still want more. I wish I could explain how much I love semen: the taste, the aroma, how it feels on my skin, how it feels in my cunt, how it effects my endorphins, my hormones, not to mention my pheromones."

"Didn't you once tell me that not everyone's cum tastes good?"

"That's true, and you've heard it from Hera and Megan too. Actually, Carl was the first man with delicious cum I ever met, and you were the second. But that's mostly a factor of the guy's lifestyle: smoking, heavy drinking, drugs, bad diet and poor health all make semen taste worse. But every man in The Tribe is healthy, you're all fit and conscientious about your diets, you all exercise, nobody here is a smoker or much of a drinker, nobody takes anything heavier than an occasional bit of weed. Come to think of it, that's really just Hera. I don't think any of the guys even indulge that far. I know you don't. But before Carl, all the guys I dated were losers in a lot of ways, and collectively they had every bad health habit possible. And their cum reflected that. That's one of the reasons I'm such a loyal Tribal cultist, because everyone here is yummy. And now that I'm acclimated to it, I can drink a lot of it, cupfulls if I want."

"Maybe you should pour it on your morning cereal," I suggested.

"I wouldn't have to worry about lactose intolerance, would I?" she smiled.

Tethys was right, of course. Hera, Megan, and Rena were frequent visitors, and where Megan went so did Pete. Carl often accompanied Rena, and Hera, when she wasn't there to be fucked by me, was always willing to suck my cum out of the pussies of Megan and Rena, or Angela and Sonia if they visited. Henri and Rick showed up when Sonia or Angela did, and Tethys was happy to accept their fellated offerings as well. Three times a week, a group of us met at Carl's house for our weight lifting sessions, and there were also occasional visits with Beth and her harem. While I fucked Beth, Tethys managed to get at least one of the Mike/Romeo duo to cum in her mouth, and often the other to splatter her face. I continued to wonder about the extent of Mike's bisexuality, he always seemed extra enthusiastic about opportunities to be with Tethys, and he was inspired with fucking Beth as well. In comparison, Romeo seemed almost like an afterthought to him. I hoped this wouldn't add a stressor to their home dynamic. Finally, there were of course our Sunday meetings at Jo and Joe's. So we nearly always had one or more available cocks for Tethys to use as spigots for her taste buds.

As for my mother, we were seeing more of her than ever before, now that she had been introduced to our world and was at least superficially comfortable with it. She was good about calling before visiting, which gave Tethys the opportunity to frequently do exactly what she'd talked about. If one of the other men was available, she'd demand a quick facial from one or more of them before Melody arrived. It quickly became traditional for Tethys to sit grinding on my lap, my hard cock heaving inside her, while we casually chatted with my mom about whatever the topic of the day was. Tethys was not shy about vocalizing her orgasms mid-conversation, and it was obvious to me that somehow my mom's attention during the fucking/discussions triggered her to orgasm more than she would have were it just the two of us. It was interesting how her exhibitionism increased when my mother was part of the audience. What turned her on most of all was if I jismed inside her during the visit, she would have a loud orgasm simultaneous with my spew, and our mutual groaning and gasping would necessitate at least a short break in the conversation flow. That would be compensated by the visible flow of my cum out of her dripping pussy. She had the ability to hold it inside, but she much preferred the display of outflow for my mother's benefit.

My mother accepted our fucking in her presence in the intended spirit. Her son was part of a porn cult, and that was ok. She accepted the nudity-only policy at our house, and I continually marveled at how comfortable she was shucking her clothes during her visits. I found myself wishing I had known her like this when we were younger. Of course, I also wished I had known myself like this when I was younger. And, I wished I had known Tethys when we were younger. But then, we can't get to where were are except through where we've been, right? I could only enjoy being where my life had brought me.

I didn't expect married life to change our lifestyle all that much, at least not in the short term, and it didn't. The biggest change had to do with the steps we were taking to get Tethys pregnant. She was thirty five now, still too young to worry about declining fertility, but the clock was definitely ticking. I wondered how long it would take for her to conceive. It may not have been scientifically valid, but we were operating under the assumption that keeping her sexual stimulation almost continuous would fine tune her hormone levels into stimulating fertile ovulations. The other assumption was that having me ejaculate as often as I could manage would shift my sperm manufacturing capacity into high gear. In truth, that wasn't much of a change. Tethys, along with the rest of the women in The Tribe, was part of the horniest group of females I could possibly imagine, and it had been a two-year challenge keeping my semen production at a high enough capacity to make them happy. Abundant practice had definitely improved my output to a certain extent, but there were limits. I knew my semen was not at its most concentrated possible state of potency, but Tethys was more than happy to overwhelm any dilution with added volume. So was I. Many couples, I understand, find their ardor fading after an extended period of frequent fucking, but I felt no sign of that happening with us. I guessed that it was at least partly because we were so social about it. Not only was I frequently fucking Tethys in the presence of my mother or our Tribe members, but I was also frequently fucking those same friends, in multiple combinations. There was just no opportunity to settle into a boring routine, and as frequent as the sex was, it was also varied and consistently fresh.

As the summer ripened, many of our activities were familiar. Sundays at the Hills' continued as before, Hippie Hollow was reopened after the previous years' isolation, Hera and Tethys continued their art projects, and I worked at the office -- fully clothed -- about half time, the rest of the time naked at home. It wasn't quite so routine for some of our friends, though. The college semester had ended, and Pete and Megan, as well as Rick and Angela, were taking on full time jobs for the summer. Rena's situation had also been the topic of some discussion within The Tribe. We all agreed that she was way overqualified to be working as an evening cleaning lady in homes and offices. Pete ultimately came to the rescue.

While Covid wasn't completely a thing of the past, fear of it was rapidly fading, and society was returning to some semblance of normalcy. People were getting out and about more, and businesses were re-opening, or starting over. Pete's family business had been fairly successful helping with the DYI projects of those who'd been home during the pandemic lockdowns, but now demand was literaly exploding. Pete, in fact, was unsure he would even be returning to college in the fall. There were so many backed up projects that all of his time would be required to manage the overflow. In spite of his family scruples about our Tribal orgiastic lifestyle, Carl had turned out to be a great asset to the business, and Pete's family liked him. They also liked Megan, as long as she kept her clothes on while she was in their presence. And, they needed to expand, and needed help. It was a no-brainer to bring Rena into the landscaping/home improvement business, first as manual labor, but quickly transitioning into procurement, inventory, and dispatch. Not only did her income improve substantially, her work environment became much more pleasant. She and Carl worked as a team within the team, as did Megan and Pete. The new dynamic was bound to spill over into The Tribe as a whole, but whatever the changes were, they were subtle, and seemed positive. The main change was an added confidence, almost an arrogance, on the part of Pete and Rena that I'd never seen before, and even Carl seemed to be a little more talkative than before. Tethys always referred to him as her Denisovan, but he didn't really seem that primitive to me.

Central Texas summers are hot and humid, and clothes get uncomfortable quickly. As nudists, we didn't have that issue so often, but being bare skinned did mean our copious sweat had nothing to absorb it. Our bodies were glistening and dripping whenever we were outdoors, and when we were fucking, it was like we'd brought the sea and surf with us on our skins. The sounds of flesh splashing sometimes overpowered the sounds of flesh slapping, as well as the moans and groans of pleasure. The women commented on how much saltier my cum tasted, and I had the same impression about the juicy secretions of the ladies. We had to stay well hydrated, and much of our time during the Hill's Sunday gatherings was spent in the pool, not just alongside it. Another consequence was that we all got darker, all except Hera who continued to remain under the covered porch most of the time. I especially enjoyed watching her playing with Henri and Sonia, one of several reasons being the contrast of their skin tones made for a magnificent composition.

Tethys and I had discussed it in passing before, without making any serious attempts at deciding yet, but the rest of The Tribe was intensely curious, and the question was often the main source of debate in and around the pool: "What are you going to name the baby?"

Tethys was actually a little uncomfortable thinking about it before she was even pregnant, some superstitious part of her subconscious feared it would jinx the whole effort. But it was hard to quell the enthusiasm of all those who expected to be uncle or aunt to the promised child. It turned out the easiest way for Tethys to handle the topic was to straddle me and push herself over my cock whenever the topic arose. She could talk about it a lot more easily if we were fucking at the time. It did nothing for my rational repartee, but I handled it as well as I could.

"If it's a boy, will he be Taylor Junior?" asked Phoebe, who happened to be tickling my balls at the time while Tethys slid down my shaft.

"No," I breathed loquaciously.

"How about Nicholas?" called out Hera, with a very mischievous lilt in her voice. Tethys glared at her, which was the reaction Hera was hoping for, but then she surprised us all by orgasming on my cock in mid-glare. I'll never completely understand women.

"Will it be a Greek name?" nagged Herakles, looking just as amused as the other members of his family.

"I don't know," both Tethys and I gasped it out simultaneously, which led to a roomful of laughter. I realized it wasn't the specifics of the subject matter that was driving Tethys over the edge, it was the sustained attention and enjoyment of her audience, and the laughter caused yet another climax to bubble up in her. If she didn't get pregnant, I knew I was going to die happy in the effort.

She went off the pill in late May. She had what we considered a "natural" menstruation in late June. In late July she had another. In the meantime, I was more sexually active than I'd ever been in my life. I had thought I'd hit the sexual jackpot when I'd begun seeing Tethys: we were fucking about four times a week. Compared to my previous record of going years between invariably disappointing sexual encounters, I couldn't imagine anything better. Then we met Megan and Hera and Sonia, and soon after Joanne, Angela, Phoebe, and Rena, and I was getting -- and giving -- extremely high quality sex nearly every day, and sometimes twice a day. I could almost take it for granted, although I never forgot the bad years, and was grateful for what was truly a blessing. Now Beth was added to the rotation, and I was informed in very emphatic tones that fucking each of them at every opportunity was my duty, in addition to attempting to impregnate Tethys twice a day.

Every opportunity was further defined as whenever the ladies asked for it, and Tethys would supervise each encounter. I had to give a little bit of pushback, as working from home still involved working, and I was spending some office time as well. Tethys still had her painting to keep up with. And physically, I just couldn't fuck all the time. We were going to have to work out a schedule.

Tethys became, for all intents and purposes, my pimp. Her words. Synonymous with agent, manager, and coach. Everybody involved had jobs, except Jo and Phoebe, but Joanne wasn't going to leave her nice house and pool just to come over to my place and fuck me. I was at her place on Sundays anyway, so we just penciled her in as a Sunday client. Hera had the most flexible schedule, and we alternated between visiting her at her house and she coming to visit us. Sometimes Megan, Rena, or Phoebe were with her. There was no private time with the girls of course, Tethys at least was always with us, and Megan, Rena, Angela, and Sonia and Beth were usually also accompanied by Pete, Carl, Rick, Henri, and Mike and Romeo, respectively. All polyamorous, but most from a monogamous core. Hera and Phoebe were the main exceptions, while Beth could be considered monogamous if Mike and Romeo were counted as a single entity. Writing it down now it seems dizzyingly complex, but there was a natural logic to it while it was happening, and it was easier to keep up with than it would appear in hindsight. The short description was that nearly every day was an orgy. Tethys, while only being fucked by me, had developed an oral obsession, when we had guests over, then either her mouth was occupied with their genitals or someone's mouth would be on hers, if my cock wasn't already inside her, and often if it was. We rarely fucked privately one on one anymore. There was usually at least a threesome going on. While I was in the business of impregnating her, she preferred riding on top of me or being on all fours in front of me, leaving her face free to suck a cock or lick a pussy. Or two.

I spent so much time fucking, or being sucked, or eating pussy, or two or three at once, that it started to feel like another job, just as important as my professional time. I still enjoyed it, and never once complained, but now it was something that I didn't have to seek out, and I almost forgot how to initiate it. My cock was expected to be available on demand, and my duty was to ejaculate three times a day if possible, twice in Tethys and once with one of our guests. It was an odd feeling for me. I wasn't really horny anymore so much as agreeable. I was spending my days in a very good mood, feeling relaxed, mellow, laid back, and... oh, somebody else playing with my dick. Ok, have at it! It was a strange life, but nothing to grumble about. Feeling my shaft enveloped by a wet hot pussy, a wet hot mouth, or strong tugging fingers just seemed a normal, natural feeling.

Since our female guests so often had their male partners with them when they visited, it was also natural for them to be fucking those partners either before or after they fucked me. Sloppy seconds was completely normal, and for some reason, they all seemed to have developed a fondness for bukkake. The feeling of normalcy would be stretched to the breaking point anywhere else, but we thought nothing of relaxing and chatting after sex with our lady friends cheerfully wearing cum splatters on their faces, bodies, and hair. I knew it wasn't going to last, but while it did, life was good.

I was a fulfilled zombie.

The summer passed by in a pleasant haze, very little of which I remember in specifics. I got my work done, apparently. At least my bosses or subordinates never filed a complaint. I woke up, fucked my wife, usually with the supervision and assistance of a lady guest, had breakfast, did my job, fucked one or two of our friends under my wife' s supervision (I was only allowed to cum once, though), had lunch, did work or chores, ate dinner, fucked my wife again, usually with the supervision and assistance of one of the other ladies, then went to sleep. We still kept up with our gym routines three times a week at Carl's, most Saturdays at Hippie Hollow, and Sundays at the Hill's. I was dragging a little, but not so much as to want to stop. I did hope that Tethys would get pregnant eventually, though.

Tethys continued to be insatiable. Even her paintings became more flagrantly sexual, where before they'd been mostly erotic, now they were more pornographic. She and Hera were on the same wavelength. When she wasn't painting or working out, or eating or drinking or showering or shaving, or on the toilette, she was either fucking me, 'helping' me fuck one of the other girls, and/or rubbing her pussy in the face of any member of The Tribe who would accommodate her, and/or burying her own face into any pussy or over any cock that she could grab. Her thoughts and conversation were obsessively sexual, and when not among The Tribe, she wanted to watch videos from the porn catalog we'd all created over the last couple of years.

She kept my cum inside her pussy as long as she could, she drank as much cum as she could get, and if any sprayed onto her face she tended to leave it there, proud to display it. She especially liked to stroll around Hippie Hollow with cum dripping from her cheeks, her chin, and her tits. She wouldn't wash it off until it was dry and crusty on her skin. The word "cumslut" was her own self-description. I thought "ostentatious exhibitionist should be appended to that.

"You're an inspiration to us all," Hera cheered.

Her first "normal" period since going off the pill, in late June, was also her first experience of menstrual cramps in years, and she didn't like it. We'd read that sometimes having sex throughout the period could help relieve the cramps, but it our case it didn't help. She still wanted to suck cock and drink cum, but she was not in the mood to fuck for those few days. Late July was the same, we knew it was way too soon to be discouraged, but I did start to wonder a little.

August came, and we now had enough confidence to set a date on the calendar. We expected bleeding to start on the 24th. And... it didn't. We waited until the 27th, and no blood, no cramps. There was suddenly a sense of building excitement. We had our home pregnancy test ready to go, and on the 28th Tethys tested her morning pee. The smile on her face was the biggest I'd ever seen, in some ways the excitement went beyond any orgasm either of us had ever had. Tethys was pregnant.

"When do we announce it?" I asked. "What if you lose it early and it turns into a big disappointment?" I had read about early stage embryos being silently lost, and worried that it might become a false alarm.

"It's already implanted, silly," Tethys responded. "I've fucked long and hard for this, and I'm going to celebrate. And I might as well enjoy the early glow, because I'll probably lose my libido again when the morning sickness hits."

I hadn't thought of that. There were a lot of things I hadn't thought about. Neither Tethys nor I had ever dealt with pregnancy before, but I knew a few people who had.

My mom was the first person we told. She was thrilled.

"I'm going to be more annoying now than you can imagine!" she threatened with a grin.

"As long as you do it naked," Tethys retorted.

"So I guess you'll be taking on all the men again?" my mom queried.

Tethys glanced my way. We hadn't really discussed this aspect. "I'll wait until after the first trimester for that." She raised her eyebrows at the look on my face. "I know, I'm a bit superstitious. But I am just a little on the old side for my first pregnancy, and I don't want to take any chances."

"I didn't say anything," I countered.

"Are you finally ready to start talking about names?" Mom asked.

"Not until we know the sex of the baby. And that's not for, what, about seven more weeks, at least. I don't want to be arguing about names that aren't going to even be under consideration."

"Who says we're going to argue?" I argued.

"It's not just you," Tethys sighed. "Everybody in the whole Tribe, and everyone in your family too, is going to come up with suggestions."

"Including me," my mom reminded us. "You need to think about more than just a name though. You're thirty five years old, Tethys. And it's your first pregnancy. You're at higher risk for complications, and the baby is at higher risk for birth defects like Down Syndrome, and some that are fatal. You need a genetic test along with the gender."

I hadn't thought about that, either, I realized I knew next to nothing about pregnancy, childbirth, or even raising a child. I was going to be looking for wisdom where I could find it. Tethys felt the same way. Fortunately, my mom, who had raised four children and seven grandchildren, was more than up for the job. There were a few in The Tribe who were eager to help as well. Joe and Joe had birthed and raised Angela, who was a healthy, happy, well adjusted member of The Tribe herself. Phoebe and Herakles had given us Hera, and were happy to share their expertise. Rena had brought up and supported Megan on her own, and in our view she had succeeded wildly. She'd also brought up a young son, Megan's younger brother, who had been tragically taken from the world before turning ten. She had experience, triumphs, and deep regrets that gave her a perspective we could value.

We suffered no lack of advice from multiple quarters, and surprisingly, much of it was good. Still, the main question on everyone's mind was "What are you going to name the baby?" Tethys refused to discuss it at all, even with me.

"First trimester," she repeated.

In the meantime, she continued her policy of fucking only me, and being a cumslut with the other guys and an oral queen with the ladies. Fortunately, her morning sickness was surprisingly mild, and rather short-lived. It didn't slow her down much either professionally or sexually. We continued that way through the end of summer and the fall. It all changed at Thanksgiving.

We were fully dressed, at my mom's house, with all three of her boyfriends in attendance. I suppose our example had loosened her own inhibitions a little. My sisters and brother, and their spouses were also there. We had a new guest as well: my oldest sister Jenny had started dating again, and her latest catch, a handsome blond guy named Mitch, seemed like somebody who might stick around for a while. He was good with her kids and their cousins, and in personality if not appearance, reminded me a bit of her late husband Dennis. I hoped it worked out for her, she'd mourned long enough in my opinion. He seemed to be handling my mom's now open polyamory as well as her own children did, at least, but I had no desire to open up about the lifestyle Tethys and I enjoyed.

The day before, we'd gotten the results of our genetic test and first ultrasound. The baby was healthy and genetically whole -- good news.

"Well?" Jenny, Kathy, Blake, and my mom were practically squealing with excitement. "Boy, girl, name?"

Tethys and I'd had that long awaited discussion, and we were ready.

"Morgan West," Tethys deadpanned.

The response was silence.

"Ok," Blake pressed. "Boy or girl?"

I grinned. "You can't tell from the name?"

My mom rolled her eyes, Kathy folded her arms and scowled. "No, we can't!" Kathy protested.

"Well, you can decide for yourself when you meet him," I pronounced.

"Asshole," Kathy smiled. "It's a great name, in that case."

Once we got home, we set up a group chat with most of The Tribe. And once again, we made our weak attempt at being clever.

"So what is it, a hermaphrodite?" Hera taunted.

"Hera! What kind of question is that? You are so rude sometimes!" Phoebe chided.

"Kid's not even born yet, and you're already criticizing its bathroom choices," Pete chuckled.

"Well, if I'm supposed to just guess, I can guess whatever I want. If I gave birth to a hermaphrodite, I'd give it gender neutral names too."

"I'll give you a hint. It's not a hermaphrodite," I said. And as far as I know, it's not trans, either. So it will identify as..."

"Keep guessing!" Tethys exhorted.

"Do you want a poll?" asked Henri. "How about a pool, like for the Super Bowl? We could put in a few dollars each, for gender and birth date."

"I don't want to wait that long, said Rena."

Carl shrugged. "I know it's going to be a boy. Tethys gets this look in her eyes when she's trying to be coy. And Morgan West sounds like the name of a quarterback. I don't think it's all that gender neutral anyway."

"Busted!" Tethys looked at me and sighed. "Carl still knows me better than anyone else except you."

The growth and health of Morgan West Barber became the chief topic of interest for the rest of the fall and winter. I also discovered that lots of men, including me, find a happy pregnant woman incredibly sexy. As her belly swelled, so did her breasts, and the purported "glow" of her hair, her face, and her skin turned out to be a real thing. She maintained her devotion to nakedness, and the growing round abdomen blossoming above that plump bald pussy felt irresistible to me. I had to wait my turn sometimes, though. Tethys had been fucking only me until now, but with the reassurance about the health of her pregnancy, and the flood of hormones and endorphins saturating her tissues, she wanted every cock and every finger and every tongue that she could gather to her. She had little difficulty with the gathering.

It's not like I was ignored. If there was another cock in her pussy, she almost always wanted mine in her mouth. She'd been hungrily slurping on every cock in The Tribe while reserving her pussy for me, now that she wanted to fuck everybody, she wanted to suck my cock almost obsessively. She renewed her habit of resting her head on my belly every night as she drifted off to sleep, taking my cock in her mouth and sucking it as she slumbered. I could tell when she was dreaming, because she would suckle with extra fervor.

Life was good. We all felt the baby kick and twirl within her, it was fun to feel her belly while she was being fucked to see if the baby was reacting to the pounding in some way. It gradually became uncomfortable for her to fuck on her back, doggy style or Tethys on top were her standard options. All of us, man and woman alike, loved playing with her enlarged breasts, and sucking her expanded nipples, and Tethys more than welcomed the attention.

"I hope Morgan grows up to have a cock like his dad's," Rena commented one day as she watched her daughter deep-throating me while Pete fucked her from behind. Tethys wasn't the only one getting fucked as often as possible. She wasn't being neglected now, either. While Megan took care of Pete and me, Tethys was taking Carl from behind and stuffing Henri's giant black cock into her mouth as she moaned happily. Other couplings we also taking place around us, although it was midwinter, and nobody was hanging out by the pool, the den was spacious enough for all of us, especially as we enjoyed being in such close quarters. The sounds and aromas of eighteen naked, sweaty, fluid-leaking men and women were familiar, comforting, and delicious.

"I'll bet he will," answered Hera, who was riding Mike at the moment, and gasping between orgasms. "And if he does, he won't have to worry about women thinking it's anything other than beautiful, because we're going to help him find the right women. Maybe I'll have a girl, and they can get together when they've grown up."

I let that remark go unremarked for the time being. It wasn't the first time that Hera had mentioned a desire to conceive a child of her own. It was a little odd to my mind, considering Hera was the only one among us who hadn't developed a pair bond with any of the men. All the women and men of The Tribe were acknowledged free agents, of course, there were no restrictions on sexual partners, but in the context of that freedom, everyone except Hera had either brought in or built a special, closer relationship with particular men. Beth had two, Mike and Romeo, Megan had Pete, Rena had bonded with Carl, while Angela and Rick, Jo and Joe, Henri and Sonia, and Phoebe and Herakles were already couples when they entered our group relationship. Our polyamory had done nothing to weaken the monogamous loyalty the couples felt for one another. In fact, all the group sex and sharing had seemed to strengthen the personal bonds we felt. Only Hera had rejected the concept of partnership, and made her free agency central to her Tribal identity.

"I'm bonded to each man and woman of The Tribe equally," she stated. "You're all my family, you're all my lovers, and I love all of you, so why should I pick a favorite?"

It remained to be discussed how that dynamic would hold if she were to bear a child. Would she consider all of the men its father? Would all of the men want to be a co-father? Would the genetic identity of the father become important? It was a much more complicated situation than the blessed event that was developing between Tethys and myself. However many men she fucked, however many women I fucked, we both knew that Mommy and Daddy would never be in doubt. We'd all agreed that the other Tribe members would be Aunts and Uncles to Morgan.

So far, Hera had made no attempts at becoming pregnant, and if she did decide to do so, I had no doubt that all of us would take part in the conversation. One conversation I would definitely have would be a total rejection of her suggestion of some sort of infant betrothal. I was not going to harbor any expectation of a romance between my son and her daughter. If it happened, or not, it would be completely independent of any strategy on the part of the parents. No such strategy, in my view, would be tolerated.

Both mother and son remained healthy, and we were looking at a late May due date. I continued to work partly from home, and partly at the office. I continued to be naked at home. So did Tethys. I noticed that her paintings had become more colorful, and the subject matter more cheerful. They were selling well on the website she shared with Hera. We stayed in shape, working out at Carl's regularly. I was now more muscular than I'd ever been, and I really enjoyed my new strength. For a long time I'd had a runner's body, but now my muscles were thicker, my chest and shoulders larger, and my ass rounder. Tethys and the other ladies complimented me more than I deserved. Tethys was keeping in great shape as well, and I was sure it would make for an easy delivery. One ability she had lost as her pregnancy progressed, was the ability to lock a load of semen above her vaginal muscles. The whole time I'd known her, she'd never had cum dripping out of her used cunt unless she chose for it to happen, or there were so many cocks cumming inside her that her barrier was overwhelmed. That didn't happen as often as she would like. She was a gang-bang girl by nature, but being gang-banged meant that the other ladies weren't getting their fair share. We had to try to keep everyone happy. Megan and Rena were also huge fans of being fucked by as many men as possible, and having their cunts overflowed with sweet man-milk, as they both called it. They'd never been able to hold it in, so they tended to have cum-drips trailing down their thighs -- and now Tethys was there with them. It was another unusual commonality of this group of women that set them apart from the mainstream. Prior to Tethys, each of the very few women I'd had sex with had rushed to wipe my semen out of their pussies almost as soon as I'd ejaculated within them. In The Tribe, letting cum drip out and remain as coatings and trails on the skin was almost a part of the "uniform." All the ladies enjoyed wearing their cum splatters and smears for the entire day's proceedings, no matter how ripe it got. I'd gotten used to it over time, and now I wouldn't have had it any other way. It just made the girls that much sexier.

May was warm, occasionally breezy, occasionally stormy, and full of anticipation. I was a nervous wreck. Jo, Phoebe, and Rena kept eyes on me, and were calming influences. My mom and sisters were helpful too -- Tethys and I both needed them. Ron Sanchez stopped calling me into the office.

"Josh and Olivia have it under control," he assured me. "Just stay available by phone in case anything comes up. Everything else is stuff you can do remotely."

It was nice to feel like my boss was looking out for me. He knew how stressed I was, even more than I did.

May 24th. First contractions. The mothers of the Tribe did something unprecedented. They all put clothes on. They insisted there was no need to rush things, but here they were. I put clothes on. My mom showed up, and she didn't bother to get naked. I called in sick. The ladies sat around chatting and drinking tea, while I hovered about playing butler and personal assistant. I must have asked "Can I get you anything?" about fifty times.

In the late afternoon, in the midst of rush hour, the contractions started getting more frequent. We had our doctor on notice, and she was ready to respond. Tethys was starting to get anxious, as the contractions became more powerful and more painful. Finally, about seven PM, we all agreed it was time to head to the hospital. My mom went with us in my car, the Tribal matrons followed in Phoebe's car. Everyone was calmer than I was.

There were two of us allowed into the delivery room, my mother and myself. We had decided to try for a drug free delivery if possible, other than regular painkillers, but we weren't going to make it a hill to die on. The pregnancy had been trouble free, Morgan was healthy and developing normally, and Tethys had kept in superb shape. We weren't expecting any complications, but I was stressing out about the possibility regardless. The doctor didn't insist, but she strongly recommended an epidural during labor. After some discussion, and some painful contractions, Tethys agreed.

And that was it. She was in the birthing room for about six hours, and in the wee hours of May 25, 2022, Morgan West Barber popped out looking downright offended that he had been ejected from his safe and warm, if increasingly cramped, little home. He had a good cry, but not for long. As soon as he was placed on his mother's breast, he not only quieted down, but opened his eyes and seemed to look curiously at what he was pointed at.

There's something sacred about a mother's first nursing experience. It's something she and her baby share exclusively, one time, and never again. Mother and child were both weary, but also content. As they both drifted off to sleep together, I got on the phone with everyone I knew, sharing photos and videos with some. My mom cried happy tears, and we hugged in genuine gratitude and love.

"You'll be a great dad," she sobbed. I took that sentiment as aspirational, since there was as of yet no evidence to support it, but I fully intended to give it my best shot.

It's tempting to say that it was almost too easy, but then, I wasn't the one who had gone through labor. Tethys recovered quickly, though, and the sight and feel of her precious child had a powerful effect on her healing. I knew things were going to change from here on out, some things would never again be the same, but exactly which things those were was still not clear to me.

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Morgan is now taking his first steps, everything in the house has experienced his drool at one time or another. He has no lack of baby sitters, he's surrounded by aunts and uncles who give him more attention than he could ever have dreamed of back when he had that little womb all to himself. Consequently, he's a friendly and gregarious baby, he laughs a lot, and thinks of everyone as his friend. Tethys still nurses him, although breast milk has recently become more of a snack or an emotional support rather than a major source of sustenance. The floor under his high chair is now almost as well fed as he is.

Our nudist lifestyle hasn't suffered, although Tethys and I don't fuck that often in bed at night any more, as he usually sleeps with us. But we frequently have someone over to watch him while we play, and when he's napping the baby sitters are fair game as well. Megan, Hera, Joanne, and Phoebe are the Tribe members who give us the most time, while my mom contributes her share as well. Sometimes my mom even shows up to our Sunday gatherings of The Tribe as babysitter, while the rest of us continue our debauched ways. It's almost always the women who seem to find the time to spare for a toddler, although Joe and Carl have occasionally volunteered.

And yes, Hera is pregnant. Carl did the honors, although she wasn't as restrictive in her choice as Tethys had been. She's just beginning to show, and that glow I noticed with Tethys at that stage applies to Hera as well. It's a girl, and she's already chosen the name: Ariadne Denise. Ariadne was to honor her Greek heritage.

"Ariadne was the daughter of Kind Minos, and helped Thesus defeat the Minotaur," she recited. "So she was brave and heroic. All around badass, I'd say. Then, Thesus was an asshole, and dumped her. Good riddance. So she married Dionysus and became a party girl."

"Is that the official myth?" Tethys asked doubtfully.

Herakles laughed. "All the Greek myths came in multiple versions, there were probably as many different tellings as there were bards in those days. So, you can go with the Disney version just as easily as the Brothers Grimm version. I like the Hera version myself, it's succinct and easy to understand."

Phoebe nodded in agreement. I'd heard several versions when I was a child, but none of them had Thesus coming off very well. Of course, Ariadne was a bit of a slut too, but she was just a vivacious girl."

There was a general giggling in assent. "Like mother like daughter, maybe," Hera shrugged.

"Don't be assigning character traits before she's even born," Joanne warned. "Maybe she'll be the first female Pope."

"Uhm, if you study your popes, I think you'll find slut and badass are comon traits, much more so than brave heroism," Pete pointed out.

"Ok, but what does Denise mean?" Henri asked.

"That's a variation of the feminine derivative of Dionysus, isn't it?" Herakles offered. "So it's another callout to your Greek ancestry, and is a logical mate to Ariadne."

"That's true, but it's not why I chose the name," Hera grinned mischievously. "I'll bet Tethys could figure it out." She gazed at Tethys with one raised eyebrow.

Tethys sat silent for a minute, looking confused, and pondered. Then a smile spread across her face and her eyes glinted.

"You named her after Carl!"

"Carl? How does Carl equal Denise?" came several questions of that sort from the group. Carl smiled knowingly. I was just as confused as everyone else, but only for a moment.

"Carl's a Denisovan!" I exclaimed, and Hera clapped her hands. "So named by Tethys herself, and I agree with her."

"That's right, he's an evolutionary throwback," Rena cooed, squeezing Carl's cock affectionately. "He's my Denisovan."

"He's our Denisovan," Tethys corrected her.

Carl had long since embraced the title, and the imagery behind it. He was as massively muscled as ever, with his bald head, tanned hairless body, somewhat unusual foreskin, and the suggestion of brow ridges on his broad rugged-looking face. In some physical respects he might be thought of as hyper-masculine, but his behavior had never matched that stereotype. He originally came across as painfully shy, withdrawn, and maybe not very intelligent, but Tethys had worked long and hard to bring him out of his shell. While he would never be considered outgoing, he was comfortable with The Tribe, considerate to a fault, generous, and a lot smarter and deeper than he let on. Once the name "Denisovan" had been attached to him, he had gone to the effort to research it, which led to a flowering interest in human evolution. Denisovan DNA makes up as much as 10% of the genome of those from east and southeast Asia, and although he was genetically as European as one can be, he now considered himself an honorary multi-ethnic.

And to punctuate that status, he and Rena, who as a Hispanic of partial Native American (descended from ancient Siberians) ancestry had more actual Denisovan genetics than any of the rest of us, had announced their engagement.

"I've had two children, one who is still with us, and now Carl's going to father one more," she said. Don't expect any more from me. "If you're really eager for my DNA lineage to continue, talk to Megan."

Megan, I should mention, is also engaged to Pete. The two couples are in the midst of negotiations: One idea is for them to be married in a single event, the idea of mother-daughter weddings is certainly a bit romantic. There's a practical obstacle, though. Both are, like Tethys, aficionados of gang-bangs, and like Tethys, both feel that they don't receive enough of them. Tethys managed a thirteen-man gang-bang as part of her wedding celebration. We would be four short of that for the mother-daughter team, but if we had to split them up for a dual wedding, we couldn't assure either of them more that five or six cocks each. (A couple of the guys would be good to service them both.) If we had them a week apart, we could give them nine apiece. Logistics is always the hardest part of any battle plan.

Nothing's been decided yet, except the commitment to marry. Pete and Megan do want to have a child or two eventually, but not until they've completed graduate school. Angela and Rick are still a strong couple, but they see no need to marry. Whether they have a kid is not something they've decided yet either. Sonia and Henri are as devoted as ever, but have no desire to either marry or reproduce. Beth, with Mike and Romeo are enjoying life as a very successful trio, and don't see anything changing.

We've seen Mimi and Ray a few times since our marriage, two visits of theirs to Austin, and we've gone to visit them in San Diego also. I really like Black's Beach -- as well as Palomar observatory and the Maritime Museum. We've also met their old mentors Charles and Betty, who are still healthy and vigorous in their eighties. They've told us some entertaining stories about the early years of Mimi and Ray, and our friends have filled us in on some raunchy details that they never told the Landrys.

There's change in the air, The Tribe has been going for about four years now, and a lot of our activities, sexual and otherwise, have become traditions for us. Never did I think a weekend orgy would become a long-term convention for us, until it did. Never did I think sex could be at once so casual, so open, so public, yet so precious. Never did I think that in a group of wanton sluts I would find the closest friends and soulmates I could ever dream of. I don't want it to change, but it must.

It will be gradual, I think. I hope it's gentle. Will we drift quietly apart? Will we break up over some conflict? Will our fiery passions cool naturally as we age and we all become nudist geriatrics together? I don't know what it will be, I only know that Tethys and I will go through it together, and I hope, and am hopeful, that at least most of us who make up The Tribe will continue to be the ones that we love and spend our best times with. The young adults will be starting their careers, some of the others will be changing theirs. There's no assurance that life will leave them close by in Austin. Maybe those that do spread out will start their own Tribes. Maybe we can affiliate with them. Maybe I'm pipe-dreaming.

For now, life is good. Tethys is happy, I'm happy, Morgan is happy. The rest of The Tribe seems happy. And right now, Pete and Megan just pulled into the driveway. The door's open. They won't bother to hang their clothes up, they'll just toss them aside as soon as they get through the door. They can pick them up later. We'll have dinner on the patio, put Morgan to bed, and as long as he sleeps well, we'll enjoy the best that each one of us has to offer: sweaty spurting bodies, lecherous, philosophical minds and joyful, loving souls, wonderful polyamorous friends, and my beautiful polyamorous girl.

Wish us the best.

The End.