I Want Her to Know What Love Is C17

The rest of Bobbi's family meets Sonia and Rooster and Sonia's previous career comes out. Those details out of the way, Sonia explains how to keep your spouse's interest so they never hire a hooker, and have fun doing it. The families spend Thanksgiving together and have a good time. Tommy and Belinda learn something they weren't supposed to. This chapter contains, oral sex, anal sex, lesbian sex, interracial sex, sex toys, sexual descriptions and group sex. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted work of intellectual property and is not to be copied, altered or published anywhere, in any form, without the author's written permission. © Copyright 2025

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 17

Bobbi's Family Learns More

I had time to do my run before Maya showed up at my door. She was chatting with Benson when I came in for my breakfast.

"What's up, Maya?"

"Me. Way, way up. I can safely say I'm not going to miss sex with Greg. That was the most amazing week of sex I ever had, and that was even before Sandy showed up on Friday. How's things with your two babes?"

"Good, with a slight hitch. Bobbi decided to move in, and we met her parents last night for dinner, but it turns out her parents had hired Sonia once, one of her brothers purchased more than a handful of blow jobs, and the sister is engaged to another plumber in the company, and he's been with Sonia a couple of times. Although that seems to have preceded the engagement. We're invited to their house for Thanksgiving. Benson, I've got Eva's phone number. I'd like you to call her and offer some help with the meal."

"Of course, sir, or Rooster, I should say."

"Her parents! Bobbi's parents hired Sonia!" Maya exclaimed.

"I thought that the dad, Dan, might possibly recognize her since his route home every night took him past Sonia's street corner, but it went a little further than I anticipated. Husband and wife wanted to try a threesome, so there it is."

"Bobby, how do you seem so calm about that?" Maya asked.

"If I can get past Greg boinking Sonia on a regular basis, I can get past relative strangers. It is what it is. Should I have a good cry?"

"Do you cry? I don't think I ever saw you cry, even when you were getting picked on constantly."

"I cried, but I never let anyone else see me cry. That would have made it worse."

"So we shouldn't expect you for Thanksgiving this year?"

"Not this year. I'm hoping to set something up for Christmas at my place so everyone can meet. Everyone's moving into my place that weekend, so my place was out for Thanksgiving. Other than the sex, how did things go with Alex?"

"Good. He's a real sweetheart. I'm halfway in love with him already, and I barely know the guy. Of course, even his virtual dates tended to be off the charts. Here's your keys." She passed them across the table. "Do you think this thing with Sonia and Bobbi will work out?"

"I'm hopeful. It's hard to say, though. I never had any relationship last longer than three months, so I have no experience with long term romances. We seem to mesh together, we don't seem to be jealous of any of the others. We seem to communicate well, which would be a crucial skill we need to make it work. I think we're playing it by ear, but it looks good for now."

"After you announced what you were doing, Sandy, Alex and I talked this weekend about whether we should try something similar. I think we all had some interest, but we didn't decide anything. I guess I was worried about jumping from a monogamous marriage into a semi-permanent threesome. It's a complete 180 from our parents and my pre-Greg expectations, to something that wasn't even on my radar a month ago."

"Understandable, Maya. I never really thought about it either, until Sonia suggested it. I mean, I enjoyed the sex, but now we're talking about something much bigger than three people in a bed. I spent some time researching it, nerd, you know, and this is what I found out.

"Research suggests that polys have less dissatisfaction and conflict than monos. They report higher levels of satisfaction and fulfillment than their mono counterparts. That balances with monos feeling more security and stability than polys. All of the poly respondents report more open communication and emotional intimacy than most monos and demonstrate better communication skills. They have to negotiate with more complex relationships, so they have to maintain open communication with everyone. Monos tend to experience more jealousy and possessiveness, but I believe most of that is because polys expect to share their partners, and monos don't, so they experience more jealousy if they perceive their partner is paying attention to someone else.

"Roughly twenty percent of Americans have participated at some point with consensual non-monogamy, but only five percent are practicing polyamory it at any one time. Actual rates of infidelity are lower in poly relationships, because they are practicing a form of approved or authorized non-fidelity, so have less reason to seek partners outside the relationship. Polys tend to focus on emotional connections and intimacy instead of sexual exclusivity. They actually express more intimacy with their primary partners than most monos, which flies against what most monos think.

"Now, I can get behind more emotional intimacy, and open communication with my partners and it also means that I have to work to provide a sense of security and stability to my partners because that may be where they feel most vulnerable. I'll have to work at that, balance their needs and expectations. But let me ask you this. Even when you were happiest with Greg, and didn't realize he was cheating on you, did he seem to offer you everything you hoped for in a relationship. Were there one or two girlfriends you depended on to provide certain types of emotional or intellectual stimulation that you weren't getting with Greg?"

Maya thought about that. "I'd have to say that's true, especially because he was gone a lot, on 'sales calls'."

"It wasn't physical, but they did give you something that Greg didn't."

"Yes."

"I would think that poly relationships would tend to fill some of those gaps that one person just can't meet, no matter who it is and what's lacking. By having more than one partner, filling all of your emotional and intellectual needs becomes easier, even if someone else can give you all the physical sex you want. Those extra partners may need or want something from you in return, and that may very well be sex, or it may be some connection they need. Let's face it, Sandy understands what it is to be a woman, and she knows that better than Alex or I will ever know. She will get you as a woman more than anyone can.

"But now you have to work to provide all of the missing pieces to Sandy-Alex, and Alex has to fill the missing parts of Sandy-Maya. You have to get good at communication, which is something you never had with Greg. I know that's not all your fault, because he wasn't sharing a hell of a lot of his life outside your marriage, but you either didn't have a lot of questions about his time away from home, or he lied his fucking ass off, and you believed all of his bullshit."

"Oh, I definitely didn't ask enough questions. I realized that when you started asking me about his co-workers, his paychecks, the general work nonsense that everyone else has to go through. I was fat, dumb and happy, although I realize now, I wasn't as happy as I thought I was. I knew I was missing parts of his life, but I didn't care enough to ask. That's my fault." She paused. "Have you told Mom what you're going to be doing?"

"Not yet. I figured there wasn't any point unless I knew for sure it was going to happen, and last night was the first I was convinced we were all in a hundred percent."

"What do you think she'll say?"

"I think you know as well as I do what she'll say. It's not what she had with Dad, and anything outside that framework, she'll have a bone or two to pick. She might think it's all Sonia's fault, that I wouldn't be doing it if I wasn't marrying her."

"Would you?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to marry anyone before Sonia, so chances are, I'd still be flitting from woman to woman, and never putting down roots. The fact I want to put down two, is better than none, in my opinion. She'll finally get her grandkids, so that should make her happy."

"Will you have kids with Bobbi?"

"We haven't discussed it, but I'm not opposed to the idea. I don't know if she wanted more than two. I don't know what anyone else thinks of it."

"So, you're going to do it regardless of what Mom thinks?"

"It's my life, not Mom's. I'm not telling her what to do, and when I hit eighteen, she lost the right to tell me what to do. Although I value her opinion, she is not making my rules. We've already spoken to the kids about it, and they seem happy. They might be the only reason this gets derailed, so we need to make sure the kids see it as good for them."

"Do you think Greg can get custody of my kids if I did the same thing?"

"Talk to your lawyer. It's probably iffy. No one's going to fight this on my side. Both husbands are dead and the parents seem to accept it, from what I could tell last night. I tried to convey that Bobbi would be treated like a wife in this relationship, and they can see what I'm offering before it becomes really permanent by my adopting Bobbi's kids. Does Greg know you spent the week with Alex?"

"I didn't specifically tell him, but I'm sure he had suspicions with Mom babysitting the kids for a week."

"Pay attention to Greg's attitude. I'm still not a hundred percent convinced he's not going to react negatively. He was doing something illegal, no matter what his reasons were, and how big a step is it to imagine he'd do something else illegal if he thought he could get away with it?"

"I will. My lawyer is telling me he's requesting marriage counseling."

"It wouldn't hurt to go. I don't think most marriage counselors would give him much credibility given his career choices. They hear much of what he was doing, I'm sure they can recognize counseling won't help much. But better for you, counseling might bring up pitfalls you'll need to avoid if you form a triad with Sandy and Alex. Benson, take the Sapphire today. I'll need the Genesis to start hauling boxes. Try not to get speeding tickets. It's very easy to go too fast."

"Thank you, Rooster."

"You want to stay, use the pool or something?" I asked Maya.

"No, Mom wants to go home. I should get back. I'll let you tell her what your plans are. I don't want to hear her carp about her decadent children."

I squeezed her hand and said goodbye. "I'll save my hug for after a shower. I'll talk to you later, Maya."

"Thanks again, Bobby."

"You need to get used to calling me Rooster, or you're going to confuse the rest of us," I said.

******

I went to Sonia's early enough to take her and Ann to lunch nearby, then we went to their place and I started carrying boxes to the Genesis and made one trip back to my house, where Benson had returned from his dance lessons and helped me carry everything in. The boxes were marked Sonia, Ann and Tommy, so we knew what floor to push them out of the elevator on.

The next trip, Tommy and Belinda were both back from school, and Belinda could let me into her apartment to carry things from there. Those boxes weren't marked, so I marked them myself based upon where the box was packed, Bobbi, kids, kitchen or bathroom. If the box was light enough, I let Tommy and Belinda help carry. They lived on the second floor, so I got my steps in. We left enough room in the SUV for Tommy and Belinda to ride with me. They helped get everything onto the elevator, and I showed them how to push it into the hall on the floor where the box needed to go, then go back down for more.

Benson had already taken Ann's things to their new room, and carried the boxes to Tommy's room and mine. While we were there, I had Belinda pick out which room she wanted and told her we'd wait until her Mom got off work to pick out what furniture she wanted for her new room. She picked the room next to Tommy's, which made it convenient. Bobbi's bedroom stuff went into our bedroom for the moment. While I had two huge walk-in closets, his and hers, in our bedroom, having three people in there might end up getting crowded. Fortunately, the closets in the apartment weren't all that large, so we were good for now. I wondered if the two women could share a closet. Sharing a man might be easier than sharing closet space.

On the next trip, Bobbi and Jeremy had gotten home and we just grabbed another four or five boxes from both places, loaded everyone in one of two vehicles, Bobbi's or mine, and headed back to my place, where Benson had dinner on the table. Even unloading waited for a hot meal.

Supper ended, we got the last of the boxes inside, I showed Bobbi which room Belinda picked out for herself, and she picked Jeremy's room right next to it. We now had a kids wing, including the generic kid's room. I imagined we'd use the bedroom next to that for a nursery when the time came.

Next, we adjourned to my room.

"How do you ladies want to divvy up closet space?" I asked. "I was thinking that might end up more difficult than dividing our time with each other."

They both laughed and explored the walk-ins. "This is huge," Bobbi said. "I'm not sure if the two of us can fill this thing up."

"You'll both acquire more clothes with me. I like my girls in pretty things."

"Well, I have an armoire James' parents gave to us for our wedding. Base housing had horrible closet space, so we needed it. I'd like to keep it as a remembrance of both James and them. I guess that could go on the wall over there, and that certainly adds to our closet space. Really, I think this is plenty."

Sonia stepped into my closet. "You don't need this much space for you. I could see hanging a few of our things in here if we needed it, unless you're going to go caveman on us."

"No, I don't mind sharing. I do have more room than I need."

"Are these your uniforms?" Bobbi said, joining us.

"I kept a couple of them for Unit reunions, Veteran's Day, Memorial Day and the like," I said.

"I'll bet you look so handsome in your Class A uniform," Bobbi said. "Seeing all the soldiers dressed up usually made my pussy drip. The Class C uniforms were sort of scary. That's when being a soldier hit close to home."

A tear escaped Bobbi's eye and Sonia gave her a hug, holding her for a couple minutes.

"Where do your husband's family live?" I asked.

"Iowa. James was a wrestler and we met at an all-star wrestling meet featuring wrestlers from a few surrounding states. We dated for about four months before he enlisted, long distance for most of the time, although he moved up to the Cities for a month before. After he went to basic, we figured we hated to be apart and wanted to get married, so we got hitched after Infantry school."

"Do his parents still see their grandkids?"

"They come up twice a year, and I took the kids down to see them for about a week last summer."

"Have you talked to them since deciding to join us?" I asked.

"No."

"Do you want to tell them?" Sonia asked.

"That actually scares me worse than telling my own folks," Bobbi said.

"We can invite them for Christmas or even the wedding," I said. "Think about it and let me know what you want to do. Your kids are still their grandchildren. I won't stand in the way of them having a relationship with Belinda and Jeremy."

"On another subject, have you spoken to Junior and Gordon?" Sonia asked.

"Dad did. Turns out Junior didn't have any agreement with Mandy, and Dad read him the riot act. He was cheating on her, although only for blow jobs, as that's something Mandy doesn't do, thinking it's a little 'icky'. Gordy said he quit seeing hookers when he got engaged to Carole. Apparently, my little sister didn't give up the goods until she got a ring on her finger, although they made out a lot. Gordon said he needed the blue balls relief a couple of times until they started having regular sex."

"Do they both know to keep their mouths shut around the kids?"

"I hope so. Dad said he'd tell Carole and Mandy what the two were up to if they didn't, and he told Junior he would anyway if he didn't stop getting blow jobs from hookers unless Mandy agreed."

"Do you think we should have your siblings together on Friday night to get any potential unpleasantness or discomfort out of the way before Thanksgiving," I asked. "Ann and Benson to take care of the kids at Sonia's. Maybe a meal here, for just the siblings and spouses? Hamburgers on the grill, perhaps?"

"You're not planning to tell Mandy about Junior, are you?" Bobbi asked.

"It's not my place. That's a family matter at most, and maybe something just between the two of them. I think he should come clean, but that's my opinion. They have to figure out their own relationship, and in a way, it's like what Greg did with Maya. Doing stuff without telling his wife. It's a lack of communication, or total dishonesty. By the way, Maya said today that she, Sandy and Alex talked over the weekend about doing the same as we are. Apparently, they got along great together."

"Aren't we a kinky bunch," Bobbi said. "Okay, let's do it. Get it over with, at seven, so everyone can go home and change first. I'll tell them you have a pool in case they want to swim afterwards."

"Sounds good."

"Maybe we should tell Junior to drink pineapple juice," Sonia said. "Maybe Mandy won't think blow jobs are so icky if his sperm tasted better."

"How does that come up in a conversation?" I asked, laughing.

"Girls do talk about sex," Sonia said. "Nobody else has to be in on it. I'm guessing Carole, Mandy and who's Frank's spouse?"

"Lucy," Bobbi said.

"And Lucy will all have questions for Bobbi about what she's doing. It can probably come up as a topic of conversation then, like how good Rooster tastes because he drinks pineapple juice."

I chuckled. "By the way, did you two ever decide on a honeymoon location?"

Sonia pulled out her phone. "I didn't find anything which seemed to be free sex anywhere you want, and Bobbi isn't sure about that anyway. There are a few that have like sex playrooms, or red rooms, or similar, where anything goes. But we don't really want to have sex with anyone but each other. At some of the places, swinging is encouraged, but we don't want to swing, so that didn't matter. I think the one place we both really agreed on was Hidden Beach Resort in Cancun, Mexico. It's an all inclusive, clothing optional resort, if we're feeling shy, but full nudity is allowed almost anywhere on the premises, except the gym, and some of the restaurants. They indicated most people were nude during breakfast or lunch, but some dressed for dinner. Here's the info."

She handed me her phone. There were also excursions to local cenotes and Tulum, nude snorkeling, couples massages, nude catamaran sailing, and a variety of rooms with 24 hour room service, gourmet meals and the like.

"I can live with this. I'd like to get one of the swim up junior suites. Why don't you book everything for the three of us from the sixteenth for ten days."

"Should we pack any clothes?" Sonia asked mischievously.

"I wouldn't mind going on some local excursions, including Tulum, and you can also visit the clothing required resort next door for their restaurants, and I'm sure you'll need some swimsuits for some of the activities, so we'll need some clothing besides what we wear on the plane, but we might be able to get by with one suitcase for the three of us. Feel free to take Bobbi shopping and get some fun clothing for the trip."

"Mmm, shopping. Sounds fun."

"Ann and Benson are getting married the same day as we are," I said. "Should we invite them on our honeymoon, or let them make their own arrangements. Separate room, of course."

"We can ask," Sonia said, "but I'm not sure if Mom would be comfortable with the nudity."

"What do you think, Bobbi? It's your honeymoon too. How comfortable would you be?"

"I guess we could ask, but I'm hoping they don't come. I might feel a bit weird around them if they've seen me naked."

"Then we won't," I said. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'll offer to pay for their honeymoon someplace else."

"Better," Bobbi said. "Sonia may be used to more nudity than I am, but I'd like to work into this whole thing gradually. This whole threesome thing is way outside of my wheelhouse anyway."

"Done. Bobbi, I didn't want Belinda to pick out anything for her room without your input, so join me and we'll look some things over."

We joined the kids and sat down with Belinda and picked out furniture for her room. I put the order in, then said maybe they should get home to be ready for school tomorrow.

"Can't we stay here tonight?" Belinda asked. "Please?"

"You'll have to get up extra early to get to school on time," Bobbi said.

"I usually get up early," I said. "I can take them. What time does their school start?"

"7:45."

I checked driving time between me and their school. Thirty minutes, let's say forty-five due to traffic that time of day.

"Do they need to stop at the apartment for school clothes?"

"We brought some of my clothes today. I can wear those," Belinda said.

"Me, too," Tommy said.

"Lay out your clothes for tomorrow," I said. "Breakfast will be served at 6:30. You need to be in your clothes, ready to go, when you eat. If you're not, don't expect to do this again. If you want, Bobbi, we can let Jeremy stay with Ann and Benson tomorrow."

"I'll take him to work where Mom can pick him up. After springing the news last night, I'll try to wean her off Jeremy gradually, so she doesn't feel like everything is changing all at once."

"That's good. I can't say I'm not looking forward to everyone spending the night."

We got the kids ready for bed, let Benson know to have hot breakfast on the table at 6:30 for all of us, and we'd be having six adults for burgers on Friday, Bobbi's siblings.

In our room, we quickly got undressed and we all showered the day off. We spent a long time with Bobbi between us, just kissing, getting comfortable again. When the time arrived, I started with Bobbi, until she'd had two orgasms, then moved to Sonia, and finished in her. As promised, Bobbi cleaned up after her.

******

I took Sonia, Belinda and Tommy with me the next morning. Bobbi and Jeremy headed off on their own to her work. After dropping Tommy and Belinda at school, Sonia and I went back to her place, had sex again, and a shower, before packing up more of hers and Tommy's things, packing them into the Genesis for the trip to my house.

Benson and Ann helped carry everything in, and put some things away before I brought Ann and Sonia back home before the kids got off the bus. On my own again, Benson and I came up with a menu for Friday night, and he'd make some salads to go with the fries I'd cook in the oven to go with the hamburgers on the grill. I made at least one trip a day between the apartment and my house, picking up more personal items from both apartments.

Belinda's furniture was delivered on Thursday, but Benson could handle that. The men took the old stuff out of her room, and we put fresh linens on everything.

Benson took Ann to his dance lessons again Friday, then he was spending the night with Ann at her apartment, looking after the children. Bobbi and Sonia were coming over together after Bobbi got off work. Benson and Ann would bring everyone else on Saturday, giving us time to deal with Bobbi's family, and time alone to have a little fun. They both arrived around six, wearing casual clothes, with what appeared to be their bathing suits beneath. I guess they both looked a little nervous. They both helped me form my ground steak into meat patties, and prepared the party room for our guests.

Bobbi's family began arriving about ten of, the first ones arriving being Gordon and Carole. Carole looked like a younger, slightly shorter and curvier version of her sister. She was 23 and blonde, with lighter streaks in her hair. Her fiancé, Gordon, another man who'd fucked Sonia, was two years older, fit but slightly chunky, only about 5-10, about Bobbi's height,

I could see the recognition in his eyes when he saw Sonia, and he might be nervous too, thinking we could spill the beans to Carole, although that was not our intent. Sonia greeted them like they were meeting for the first time, even though that was true of only Carole. He also looked at me, six foot five of damn near pure muscle, and wondered if I knew. I too greeted him politely, shaking his hand, and hugging Carole a little as we were introduced.

Dan Junior was the next to arrive, with his wife, Amanda, known as Mandy by the family. Dan looked five or six years older than Bobbi's 26, as she'd married soon after high school, so three or four years older than me. He was a younger version of his Dad, maybe slightly taller and with more hair, around six foot, fairly good shape. I could see the recognition in his eyes when he saw Sonia. If he'd had a half dozen or so blow jobs from her over the last few years, I was sure he would. We did the little dance, pretending everyone didn't know squat about anyone else. Mandy was fairly tiny, say 5-3, slim, even though she'd had a couple of kids already, maybe a little baby fat on her from the last one, but not bad. I gave her a quick hug as well.

The last to arrive was Frank and Lucy. Frank wasn't quite as tall as his older brother, looked a little stronger, broader through the shoulders, around my age, and he'd grown a fairly big beard. Lucy was maybe 5-8 and Frank announced Lucy was pregnant with their first child, three months into her maternity, so a baby bump was becoming visible. Lucy might have been short for Lucille as she looked a little Hispanic, although with fairer features. She had dark hair, and brown eyes.

Their announcement was the first time Bobbi and her family had heard of it, so everyone was congratulating them on the news. This was the only couple who apparently had nothing to hide in terms of some extracurricular activities.

Before we got started on food, I figured we might as well get some of the questions out of the way.

"Welcome to my home, soon to be Bobbi's home as well. We've already started moving some of her things here. I don't know what Dan and Eva might have said to you before, so I'm going to proceed as if you're all ignorant. Bobbi and her children will be moving in with my fiancée, Sonia, and myself. We care a great deal for each other, and have decided to make ourselves a permanent threesome. Given no problems as we start to navigate this new relationship, I intend to adopt Bobbi's children in the future if we get along as I anticipate.

"A little about myself; my name is Robert Johnson, although my friends all call me Rooster, which was my army call sign. My family is used to calling me Bobby, but I'm trying to break them of the habit, since Bobbi is joining our home. I hope you'll call me Rooster as well. I served in the army like Bobbi's previous husband, serving in Delta Force. I currently own my own company, Cybernetic Electronics, and you could consider me quite wealthy by most standards. While I can't say that I love Bobbi as much as I love Sonia, I do love, respect, and honor her above all other women, and I love her children as I will love Sonia's son, Tommy.

"After we eat, if you'd like Bobbi to give you a tour of her new home, she'll be happy to do so. I'm sure you have some questions, why don't we get the most pressing ones out of the way before we start the burgers. Go ahead, please."

"How'd you meet Bobbi?" Frank asked.

"I met Belinda first. Since Tommy was moving to my neighborhood where he had no friends, I hoped to meet his friends and their parents, so they'd be comfortable about me inviting them here until Tommy made new friends. To that end, I invited a bunch of Tommy's friends and parents for a boat ride on Lake Minnetonka, Bobbi being one of them.

"Belinda informed me when I met her that she'd lost her father, who'd also served in the army, which made me particularly eager to meet Bobbi, because I understand the sacrifices of the families of men who serve. The boat ride is the first time I met her face to face. That was at the beginning of September after school started. I tried to be a father figure to Belinda and Jeremy, and that's how we all met and grew fond of each other."

"Sis, I didn't know you liked girls," Carole said. "When did this happen?"

"I didn't know either until I'd been with one," Bobbi replied. "I hadn't dated anyone after James died, and I was apprehensive about dating again, but I knew I wanted to get on with my life. Sonia suggested Rooster as someone who would be kind to me and show me I still knew how to have sex, and that I could enjoy it with someone other than James. Rooster agreed he'd have sex with me, but only if Sonia was a part, that she not be left out. I tried sex with them both, and enjoyed it so much. Eventually we decided to make it permanent. I don't know if I'd be with a girl all by herself, but having both suits me very well."

"How are the kids taking it?" Mandy asked.

"Jeremy is clueless due to his age. He knows he's moving in here and has a new home, but I don't think he understands that I'll consider Rooster like a husband, and plan to be in their bed. Belinda knows what we're doing, and is as excited as I am. Rooster has been like a father the past few months, giving her so much love and attention. He helps her with her homework, plays with her and Tommy, has taken us with them to Valley Fair, and took her and Tommy to the Vikes game last Sunday. I couldn't ask for a better father figure for my children. He's kind, generous, and very loving to all of us."

"I'm sure you still have other questions, but I'm going to start on the burgers. Feel free to keep asking," I said. "Sonia, could you please start the fries."

"Sure, honey."

I went to the Jenn-Aire in the party room and started the burgers. I imagine that Bobbi and Sonia were still answering tons of questions. I planned on making some plain, a couple with pepper jack cheese, and most with cheddar or Colby jack. We'd have lots of lettuce, tomato, sliced onions and other condiments to go with, plus the salads and fries. Frank was the first of Bobbi's siblings to make his way into the party room. I thought it might be Junior, but Frank was Bobbi's slightly older brother, and maybe felt closest to her.

He watched me grilling a bit, maybe thinking of what he wanted to say. Finally, he figured out what that was.

"If you hurt my sister, I will fuck you up."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I wouldn't if I were you. Even assuming you could fuck me up, my Delta buddies might take offense and hurt you. You've got a child on the way, and that would devastate your wife. Now, I can assure you, it's not my intent to ever hurt Bobbi. I'm not saying it couldn't happen, but that's not the way I'm made. I definitely will never get physical with her. I don't beat women. While I may accidentally hurt her emotionally, I don't plan on doing that either, but there are arguments and disagreements in every relationship, and ours will be more complex than most. We'll try to work through most issues amicably, but I can't promise there won't be hurt feelings along the way. You probably can't promise the same thing regarding your own wife, so I don't think I'm different than you. I promised your father I'd take care of her as if we were married, and I will."

"Did you invite her into this arrangement?"

"After Sonia said she wanted to. I wouldn't have done it without Sonia's full consent. I'm not built that way either. I've loved Sonia since I was in high school, and there isn't much I wouldn't give her, and when she said she wanted to keep Bobbi in our life, I was okay with that because I liked Bobbi too, but I wasn't the one who suggested it in the first place."

"You don't care if Sonia has sex with women?"

"Not as long as it's not to the exclusion of sex with me. As long as we're doing it together, I have no problem with it. Why don't you invite the others to join us in here? The first burgers are done."

Everyone soon arrived except for Sonia, who was still watching the French fries, which had five minutes to go, Bobbi came up and gave me a big kiss in front of her family, putting a lip lock on me to demonstrate her satisfaction with our arrangement. I had people bring me their plates, and started loading burgers on them according to their taste. A lot more people had the pepper jack cheese than I expected, so I added more of that to the next batch, and less cheddar.

Sonia came in with the fries in a big bowl with a towel over the top to keep them warm, and everyone started sitting down to eat. I had a cooler made up with three different kinds of premium beer, a couple bottles of wine, and water. As we ate, we started to get to know Bobbi's family a little better. Again, I was pleasantly surprised it was going as well as it was.

Lucy was the first one to throw a monkey wrench into the works

"Is it true Sonia used to be a whore?" Lucy asked.

I guess no one informed Lucy that wasn't a good topic of conversation. Both Gordon and Junior looked down at their plates, afraid to look up.

"That is true," Sonia said. "How did you hear that?"

"Frank drove down Lake Street all the time, and he seemed to recall seeing you on a street corner on occasion. I just wondered if it was really you, or someone who looked like you."

"It was me. Thankfully, not any longer," Sonia said. "I hated being a hooker."

"Why were you?" Lucy asked.

"To feed my son and mother better than I could as a waitress."

"Did you know Sonia was a hooker?" Mandy asked Junior. "You drive on Lake Street all the time too."

"I saw her there a few times," Junior said.

"Why didn't you say something to me?"

"Dad told me not to after he found out on Sunday."

"Why didn't he tell Frank not to tell Lucy?"

"He must have forgotten before he got to all the boys," I said. "Dan recognized her on Sunday night and we told him to tell everyone to keep it secret, because we're trying to keep the kids from finding out. Tommy doesn't know, and we don't want him to find out from loose lips. It's part of the reason we wanted to meet you before Thanksgiving without the kids present, so if anyone recognized her, they wouldn't blurt it out while carving the turkey."

"Did you know Sonia was a hooker, Gordon?" Carole asked.

"I've seen her on Lake Street a few times."

"Bobbi, do you know?" Carole asked.

"I know. No one is trying to keep secrets from me. Before I started having sex with Sonia, she'd gone to a doctor for medical clearance for unprotected sex. The very first time I went out dancing with the two of them, some stranger knew her and thought I must be a hooker too. Rooster had to hurt him."

"Why did you start dating a hooker, Rooster?" Mandy asked. "I would think that would throw most men off."

"Probably. I thought I recognized this girl I was head over heels infatuated with in high school, and I did a u-turn to check it out. I was pretty sure it was her, but she didn't use her real name, so I wasn't positive because it had been ten years, but I'd spent some time looking for her before and after I got out of the army. I didn't tell her who I was either, and I'd changed a lot more since high school than she had. I spent some time with her, realized she hated what she was doing, and looking for the chance to get out. Underneath it, she was still the same sweet girl I knew in high school. I figured I had my own back story, and if Sonia was through hooking, I could forget the past, because only the future matters when you're talking about the one you love. The past is dead. It can't be changed, no matter how much we want to. I only care about the present and future. I can live with a past."

"It was tough too," Sonia said. "I told myself I'd never date a man who wanted to date a hooker. He had to fight tooth and nail to get me to trust he knew what he was doing dating me. Four or five times, I thought he'd give up and go away, but he never did."

I think that satisfied everyone about Sonia's previous profession, but then they wanted to know all about it, especially the women. I think the two former johns were the ones most hoping the conversation would die like the dodo bird. Sonia was honest with her answers on the whole.

"Did you ever have sex with someone famous?" Carole asked.

"Rooster is probably the most famous person I've had sex with," Sonia said. "He's been in the paper a few times."

"Were most of your clients men," Lucy asked, "since you seem to like women?"

"Ninety-five percent are men, eighty percent of those are married. I also got hired for sex with women and couples."

Mandy asked the bomb. "Have you ever hired a hooker, Danny?"

To keep him from having to answer, I said, "Do you have any reason to suspect Dan of hiring a hooker?"

"Well, no."

"Does he take care of you and the children, use drugs, over indulge in alcohol, gamble, beat you or the children, do anything at all to make you question his integrity? Is he always prepared to have sex with you whenever you want?"

"Pretty much."

"Do you give him any reason that he'd want to hire a hooker? Do you deny him sex when he wants it, complain of headaches or being too tired all the time?"

"Not too often, but there is one thing."

"What's that?" Sonia asked.

"I don't like to give him blow jobs. Maybe on his birthday or our anniversary, but not very often. I know he likes them."

"I like them too," I said, "and I've got to say, both Sonia and Bobbi give great blow jobs. I'm a lucky man. What don't you like about giving one?"

"I just think it's icky. He pees out of that hole, and semen is kind of gross."

"Mandy, do you like to have your pussy licked?" Sonia asked.

"Well, yeah. Who doesn't?"

"You pee out of a hole right between your vaginal channel and your clit. If he's licked you, he's licked your pee hole. Does Danny go down on you?"

"Yeah, he does."

"How is that different?"

"Semen tastes bad to me."

"A lot of it tasted bad to me too," Sonia said. "I've got to admit that some men were quite foul, Sometimes I felt like I'd gag, but I never got good tips if I did, so I had to smile and tell them how wonderful they were and how much I liked their cock, and I got used to the taste of most of it. I'd say the number one reason a married man uses a hooker is because he isn't getting something he needs at home. Maybe the wife is a bitch and he stays in the marriage for the sake of the children, or his wife is gone on a trip somewhere, or maybe she's ill and can't have sex.

"Now, I have one other question for you, which might give me an indication of why Dan would ever want to hire a hooker. Has he ever gone down on you after he climaxed in your pussy?"

"Yes."

"So he's eaten his own cum out of your pussy, but you won't eat it out of his cock?"

"I guess not."

"Does that strike you as selfish?"

"I suppose."

"Now, I'll tell you a secret that I learned from Rooster, and I recommend to all of you potential johns. Drink a half cup of pineapple juice every day. Your cum will be much sweeter, and not quite so salty tasting. Not only do I enjoy giving Rooster a good blow job, but I'm happy to lick it out of Bobbi's pussy. Call it a professional tip. Fortunately, I don't have to taste any cum but his anymore, but a good diet will help with the ick factor."

"I have to say I haven't been eager to give Gordon blow jobs either," Carole said, "and all he has to do is drink a half cup of pineapple juice every day?"

"Highly recommended."

"Did you have anal sex?" Lucy asked.

"I was a full service whore," Sonia said. "Now Rooster is rather substantially endowed, and I wouldn't recommend taking a cock like his without prior preparation, but preparation helps with smaller dicks too."

"Has Rooster screwed you in the ass, Bobbi?" Carole asked.

"Yes. I enjoyed it. Had a great orgasm from it, squirted all over Sonia, but she showed me how to prepare ahead of time."

"How do you prepare for anal sex?" Carole asked.

"Use increasingly larger sized anal plugs to prepare your bottom," Sonia said, "gradually going up to a size roughly similar to, and maybe larger than the cock you'll have in your ass. Take at least three to four days to slowly stretch it, wearing the plug all the time except when you're using the toilet. Then, to eliminate the ick factor of anal sex, take several enemas beforehand, until the water you release looks very clear. Don't do it when you're drunk or in a hurry, use lots of lube, and go slowly, letting yourself get used to whatever got shoved in there. And guys, you should consider doing the same preparation so your wife can fuck you in the ass. If she's willing to give up the booty, you should too, just like if he's willing to eat his cum, the wives should also eat it. Be a slut for your husband, and he won't have any reason to hire a hooker, and if the men are good to their wives, they won't have reason to hire one either. Would you ladies like to hear another professional tip?"

"Yes," they all answered.

"Are there times when your husband, or fiancé, are being a little too tight with that pocketbook, say spring for that cute new dress at Nordstroms, or buy those hot new FMPs when you have five pair of high heels in the closet already?"

"Of course," Mandy said. "We've all talked about it at one time or another."

"Do this. First of all, never charge for your pussy. You're married and your husband should get most of his sex for free. Always surrender the pink, or your husband will be engaging the services of a hooker for sure, just for the variety. But those extra services that some men like so much; don't let some hooker collect your cash. Once he says no to something you just have to have, you dress up in something a little slutty, and ask him, 'Hey, honey, do you want to party?' Now he knows that he's in for one of the extras, but he's got to pay for it.

"He'll say something like, 'What are you offering?' or 'How much?' You say, 'I don't know. Are you a cop?' You have to make sure he's not undercover for the fuzz first. Make sure he says he's not a cop, then say '50 for a blow job, 200 for anal, and if you're really adventurous, you can spank my naughty ass for a 100. 1000 for a night of unbelievable sex, anything you want, baby."

"Is that what you charged?" Carole asked.

"It depended on how much money someone looked like they might have, except for the all nighter. That always cost at least a thousand a night per person. If he wanted the night, I knew he had cash, but you don't want to overcharge your husband, so I'd stick with those prices."

"Rooster, did you pay for your first sex with Sonia?"

"I gave her forty thousand for the whole month. I wanted full time services and I didn't want her with anyone else until I discovered if it was my high school honey or if it just wasn't going to work out," I laughed. "Best investment I ever made."

The others laughed at that. "How long did it take to figure it was your honey?" Carole asked.

"The first time she gave me her million watt smile. Not the half smiles she gave her johns, but the one that said, 'I'm happy to be with you.' The smile that lit up a room. Then I knew." Sonia gave everyone her million watt smile and I said, "That one."

"Aaah, that's so romantic," Mandy said. "What's next, Sonia?"

"Next, collect the money first. Once your john cums, he will have buyer's remorse, because his dick was doing his thinking for him, and now his brain takes over. He's thinking fifty bucks. I could have masturbated for free, so you get your money first. Then make sure you show some enthusiasm for what you're doing. Don't give him one of these sorry ass blowjobs." Sonia pretended to be reading some magazine while idly sucking cock in the side of her cheek. "Oh, no, you're now sucking the best, most wonderful dick in the whole world, and he needs to know it."

"Show us," Lucy said.

"Bobbi, could you please get me a banana, and wash it first?"

"Sure." Bobbi got up and went to the kitchen for a banana, giving it to Sonia when she returned.

"Stand up, Rooster," Sonia said.

I stood up and Sonia handed me the banana. "This is your dick, honey. Hold it out there for your whore."

I held the banana in front of my pants. Sonia knelt down in front of me.

Sonia went into her hooker persona. "What a lovely cock you have, Mister. That's so big, I'm not sure it will fit in my mouth. Don't gag me, baby. I wouldn't want to choke on that."

The others all laughed again. Sonia cupped a set of imaginary balls.

"Look at the size of these balls," Sonia said. "You're going to give me a huge load of cum today, aren't you?"

"So much," I said with a fake groan.

Sonia grinned and wrapped her lips around the end of the banana. She gave it a good thirty second sucking, getting most of it down, despite the upward curve. Sonia looked me in the eyes while she did it, playing up to me. She gagged a little as she took most of it down, then pulled off.

"I knew you were going to make me earn my money, Mister. You're so fucking big," Sonia said.

"Girls, you noticed how I maintained eye contact there. You're establishing a personal connection. I'm not bored because this is my sixth dick tonight and he's smaller than the other five I've already sucked. No, he's the best and he has to believe he's the best."

"Does anyone ever really believe that?" Mandy asked.

"Of course not. Not really, they know I'm not falling in love with their average dick. They've been in locker rooms and seen what else is out there. But I'm selling the fantasy, as well as a blow job. He wants to believe he's the best, and it doesn't hurt for him to feel that way; to feed his ego. He may have had a shitty day today, but he's not going to have a shitty night with me. He might give me a better tip if I can make him feel the love. So sell that blow job."

Sonia wrapped her lips around the end of the banana again, then started stroking up and down while sucking half the banana. She continued making eye contact and pretending to cup a set of balls. I was starting to become aroused. Sonia smiled at me, seeing it. She pulled off the banana again.

"You're so hard, baby. I'll bet this dick would feel so good in my pussy," she said. "Give me your cum, lover. Let me have it. I want to feel you cum in my mouth."

She started sucking banana again, still using her hands to massage the shaft and cup the balls. She started stroking faster and sucking harder, moaning as she did, pulling back a second to say, "You're close, aren't you, baby. That's it, cum for Mama," then wrapping her lips around the tip, and faking finishing me off, then showing me the cum in her mouth before swallowing.

"Oh, gosh, that was so much cum, baby. Did that feel good. I loved it. I love how good you taste. I loved your big manly cock. You'll come back and see me the next time you build up a huge load of cum like this again, won't you, baby. You know where to find me. I'm here, baby, just for you."

Sonia stood up and took a little bow with our company all clapping and a couple of wolf whistles.

"You'll have that dress money in no time, and you won't have to worry about your husband paying a hooker with your Jimmy Choo money.

"Now if you want to mix it up a little, don't ask if he's a cop. Let him slap those fur lined cuffs on you and fuck your pussy for free. Just a little play acting to add some spice to your sex. Now, repeat after me, ladies, 'Do you want to party?'"

They all laughed again, and all the women said, "Do you want to party?"

"Close, but more enthusiastic. Show some cleavage while you lean into the car window. 'Hey, baby, do you want to party? I do. I really want to party with a stud like you.' Say it."

All the women but Bobbi said it with some enthusiasm. Bobbi just laughed. She said for the benefit of her family, "I'll practice on you later, Rooster."

Somehow, we'd managed to defuse Mandy's question without Dan Junior ever having to answer it, and maybe, put all of them on a path to more frequent, and better sex.

We'd spent more time than I expected at supper and the talk afterwards, so no one went swimming. It was after ten when they left, so we cleaned up and went to bed.

"I thought that went rather well," Sonia said, undressing.

"I can't believe how honest you were with them," Bobbi said. "You did just about anything but admit you've had sex with half my family. And Dan was drenched in sweat before he left. He thought for sure he was busted. And how you two managed to deflect Mandy's question out of existence, was a thing of wonder, plus giving marital advice."

Laughing, I said, "If it weren't for the adrenaline spike any time the topic comes up, I could almost enjoy these sessions. Frank threatened me."

"What did he say?" Bobbi asked.

"He told me if I ever hurt you, he'd fuck me up,"

"Could he do that?" Bobbi asked.

"He's strong looking, but I suspect, unskilled. I doubt it. I don't intend hurting you anyway, so it's a moot point."

"Not totally unskilled. He was a high school wrestler. It's why I followed wrestling and met James."

"I'm horny," Sonia said.

"What else is new?" Bobbi laughed. "It's your turn to lick the cum out of my pussy."

"And since it's a Friday night and Rooster hasn't fucked all day, it's probably your turn after that. I say, times a wasting, and we should quit talking about sex, and have some."

Bobbi waited until she was undressed down to her bra and panties, then she leaned over the bed where I was already lying down.

"Hey, baby. Do you want to party?"

"So, so much. What's it going to cost?" I laughed.

"For you, nothing, baby. I've never seen such a gorgeous dick. I'll bet you can fuck my lights out."

I laughed again. "Or die trying."

She wrapped her lips around my dick and slid down as far as she could, then pulled up.

"I could fuck this cock all night long."

"I get some too," Sonia said laughing. "Don't be greedy."

So we did. Sonia got two helpings of cum for dessert out of Bobbi, and Bobbi got one out of Sonia. I was sure it would even out in the morning before the kids got home, and it did.

******

It was a great weekend, Sonia, Bobbi and I going for runs in the crisp, cold air every morning, doing some weight work and swimming. I called my Mom on Sunday and told her that Bobbi and her children were coming to live with us, and we'd be spending Thanksgiving with Bobbi's family this year.

"What do you mean Bobbi is going to live with you?" Mom said.

"Exactly what it means. Sonia, Bobbi and I are forming a permanent threesome."

"And Sonia is okay with this?"

"She suggested it. Everyone is moving in Thanksgiving weekend. The movers are packing up their apartments on Wednesday, and they're delivering everything on Friday. I've got cleaners going in on Saturday to clean everything up for inspection on Monday."

"Bobby, two women?"

"Twice as much fun as one, Mom."

"What happens if it doesn't work out?"

"It doesn't work out. Fifty percent of marriages end up in divorce. Not everything works out the way you plan. We'll work hard to make sure it does, but the future is unknown. You make plans, then adapt."

"What the hell is wrong with kids these days?"

"I'm not sure anything is wrong with us. We just do things different. Doesn't make it wrong. You'll meet her family at Christmas."

"What do Bobbi's family think of it?"

"So far, they seem to accept it. They know Bobbi is happier than she's been since her husband died. I'll be a good Dad to her kids. Just think, Mom. You went from having no grandkids with me, to having three. I plan to adopt them if everything goes according to plan."

"I hope you don't get your hearts broken."

"I hope the same, but like anything living, it will need nurturing, so try to put on your happy face and welcome everyone into the family. You being surly about it won't help make it work. Bobbi will be going on our honeymoon."

"I'll do my best. Do I wish you congratulations?"

"Anything warm and friendly will do."

"Good luck."

"That's a start."

On Monday, I picked Bobbi up from work and took her to the closest Wells Fargo. I opened up an account for her like I had for Sonia, in the amount of a hundred thousand dollars. I got a huge hug and a kiss.

Thanksgiving Day arrived, gray and dreary looking, with snow flurries in the forecast. Everyone had moved in last night after the movers left. Bobbi was now permanently ensconced in our bedroom, and Ann was permanently in the other suite with Benson. Benson had skipped dance classes on Wednesday to help set up everyone's bedrooms, and to cook the food he was bringing to the Reeves for dinner, a corn soufflé, pumpkin tarts, home made rolls, and a cornbread stuffing with pecans and Craisins, which were dried cranberries. I brought six bottles of Sonia's favorite champagne, the Cristal.

Belinda and Jeremy were excited about seeing the rest of their family, and the atmosphere was good. We left a little early so we could get our food there before it was time to set the tables, which Bobbi said there'd be more than one because of the crowd.

The men already had football on the tube, and were gathered around the TV. We introduced Tommy, Ann and Benson to them before taking the food to the kitchen, where all the ladies were involved in food prep, making more introductions there.

As soon as the kids and Benson left the kitchen, Mandy pulled out two fifties from her purse and waved it at the rest of us, particularly Sonia.

"I earned my first hundred dollars," Mandy said. "That pineapple juice trick was the bomb."

Lucy pulled out two hundred dollar bills from her purse. "I got two hundred for surrendering my bottom."

Carole pulled out an envelope with a sheaf of hundreds. "I got my first thousand. I wore Gordy out. By the next morning, he was using a dildo on me. He couldn't get it up again, but he wanted to get his money's worth."

We all laughed, getting the joke. Eva said, "What are you talking about?"

"Sonia told us how to earn some extra cash from our significant others and keep them from using hookers," Carole said. "We've been honing our hooker skills."

"I thought we were keeping this secret," Eva said.

"The kids aren't here. We only have to keep it secret from them," Lucy said. "It's all in fun. I had a good time, which surprised me. I thought I'd hate it, but everything you said was true, Sonia."

"How much money did you earn, sis?" Carole asked Bobbi.

She pulled out the debit card from her new bank account. "What's this?" Carole asked.

"The card to my new checking account. Rooster gave me a hundred grand. He gets to fuck me anytime, anywhere, and anyplace he wants." The others gasped, including her mother.

"Damn," Mandy said. "I have to suck me a lot more cock." She shouted out so she could be heard over the TV. "Danny, baby, do you want to party?"

"Here?" Danny shouted back.

"Whenever you want, sugar. I have a whole night of spectacular delights planned for you."

We all laughed.

"Can I help with anything, Eva?" I asked.

"You can set that big table in the dining room." She pointed to the dishes stacked up on the kitchen table. "It only holds twelve, so we have to put someone on a TV tray in the living room. Dan loves his Thanksgiving football, so maybe I'll put him in there."

"I'm sure we can squeeze a thirteenth in there somewhere. Maybe Sonia or Bobbi can sit in my lap. I'll enjoy that."

"I'll bet you would, cowboy," Sonia said. "But no fondling. We're in mixed company who are not used to our normal hijinks."

I laughed. "Don't worry, I'll make it work."

I set the table with their best china and crystal, putting two place settings at one end of the table. It was a tight fit on the chairs and we needed a folding chair for one of the seats, but it looked like we got all the adults in there. Next up was the table for the five kids, well four kids and a high chair. Mandy's youngest was two. They got put around the table in the kitchen, which had tile on the floor. They got the everyday stuff and a sippy cup.

We got the kids situated with some food, and I asked Tommy and Belinda to keep an eye on Dan the third and Jeremy. Sophia was old enough to handle her own food.

When they started putting food on our table, I popped the cork on two bottles of the champagne and poured for twelve, skipping Lucy's place setting.

They had a sprig of mistletoe over the door between the kitchen and the dining room, and I made sure I got Bobbi good when she carried in the mashed potatoes, and catching Sonia when she delivered the candied yams. No favorites for me. Both of their eyes sparkled when I finished.

I'd planned for Ann and Benson to sit at the end with two chairs, with Sonia next to her mother, then me, then Bobbi, who was seated next to Frank, and Lucy. Dan at the other end, with Eva, Danny, Mandy, Carole and Gordy on the opposite side.

Before we started passing food, I stood and offered a toast. "To the Reeve family, which has already opened their arms to us, sharing their home, their food, and their family with us. Skol."

"Skol." We drank.

"Lucy," Sonia said. "You have to try this champagne. It's to die for. Just one tiny sip. It's so good and silky smooth."

Lucy had a sip of Frank's and agreed that it was wonderful stuff. It was a great meal. The Reeve family knew how to cook, and so did Benson, so we stuffed ourselves and then the men went back to the football games. I helped clean off the table and stayed with the ladies, catching Sonia and Bobbi one more time under the mistletoe. There were too many dishes for the dishwasher, so I helped wash the bigger pots, pans and platters by hand.

"You got a winner here, Bobbi," Mandy said. "He's not glued to the TV like the others are. Didn't you play sports?" she asked me.

"When I was in high school, I was scrawny, skinny and short until my last two years, then I grew so fast, my coordination couldn't keep up with me. I was still skinny, no matter how much I ate or lifted weights. I mostly hated jocks, who made fun of me because I was so smart and uncoordinated. It wasn't until I quit growing up that the rest of my body caught up to me. Of course, the army helped after that. While I appreciate football, and the skill involved, I can take or leave watching it. I enjoy playing it more, especially with the kids. They're so excited, and it gives them good exercise. Belinda scored three touchdowns in a touch football game a couple of weeks ago."

"I fell for the star quarterback my senior year," Sonia said. "He turned out to be a useless drunk. I wish now I would have fallen for the skinny nerd and not wasted ten years of my life."

"Come on, you were a skinny dweeb when you were in high school?" Carole said.

"Unfortunately, true," I said.

"I saw his senior yearbook picture," Bobbi said. "He did look a bit of a mess, but even then, you could see signs of the man he'd become eventually. He just needed some filling out."

"When Sonia was showing us what to do with that banana, did you start getting an erection?" Carole asked.

"Carole!" Eva said. "What a thing to ask a guest."

Sonia just laughed. "Pretty nice, huh."

"How nice is it?" Carole asked.

"Almost nine inches and girthy," Sonia said. "Makes a girl sit up and take notice."

"No wonder Bobbi can't wipe that smile off her face." Carole said.

"Who, me?" Bobbi laughed.

"Yeah, you. I haven't seen you this happy since James died. It's nuts, but this whole thing is working out like crazy for you."

"What do your parents think about it?" Eva asked.

"My Dad died when I was ten. My Mom isn't crazy about the idea. She thinks it's sinful, or at least, too new fangled for her. She and Dad had a storybook romance until he died, and anything that doesn't fit into that same framework is off kilter. She'll get over it. She likes Bobbi and Sonia. She just thinks we're making a mistake."

"I guess that's not much different from how I felt when I heard Bobbi tell us it's what she wants to do. It's just strange for my generation."

"I understand. I wouldn't be doing it if Sonia didn't want to. I was traditional enough that I was willing to be monogamous with her, but she thought this would be good for all of our families, and so far, I can't disagree. It feels right."

"Why did you want to do it, Sonia?" Mandy asked.

"I don't know, exactly. A combination of factors really. Bobbi seemed a little lost without James, Belinda wanted a dad so bad it almost hurt, just like Tommy. I liked girls, and I already knew Rooster could handle it. He handles everything so well. It's like he was born knowing what to say to make you feel good about yourself. Didn't make a difference if it was me or Tommy, or even Ann. He looks after all of us. It seemed like a few more couldn't hurt, so why not. I haven't been disappointed so far, and I don't expect to be."

"Do you agree with that assessment, Ann? Is Rooster as good as Sonia says he is?"

"I've never met a nicer man. He reminded me of his father, who was also a handsome, very nice man, as is his mother. Just the fact he's accepted what Sonia did for a living and treats her son like his own, says mountains about him."

"He treats my kids the same way," Bobbi said. "Like they're his own. I never expected to fall for him as fast as I did, or at all, really. I was trying to gear myself up for months of dating and trying to find the right guy for me and my kids, and he falls into my lap. No, I'm not sorry to be entering into our little ménage à trois. There haven't been any negatives at all."

"So do you two girls kiss and have sex together, or is Rooster the bridge?" Lucy asked.

"Nope," Bobbi said. "We enjoy sex together even without Rooster there. Him being there makes it better, but it's not necessary."

"Like what do all three of you do together that I might not know about?" Carole asked.

"Sonia and I like to sixty-nine and then have Rooster screw the one on top," Bobbi said. "Having a nice fat prick filling you while someone is dining on your clit, is top shelf sex. I'm not sure it gets better than that."

"That does sound great, Sis," Carole said.

"You can sort of duplicate the feeling if you get a nice fat vibrator or dildo, and have Gordy use it on you while you sixty-nine," Sonia said. "The only difference is you're sucking a dick instead of licking a pussy at the other end, but you get all the sensations below."

"What else can you tell us?" Lucy asked.

"Well, if you put that anal plug in your bottom you used to stretch it out, and have Frank screw you at the same time, that's sort of like a double penetration," Sonia said. "If you like dick in your ass, you'll probably love something in both at the same time."

"Or better yet," Bobbi said. "While Frank fucks you doggy style, have him use a vibrator or dildo in your ass at the same time. Wowie zowie, will that ring your bell. The vibrator also stimulates his cock at the same time. He'll love it too."

"Is that what you do?" Lucy asked.

"No. With three of us," Bobbi said, "one of the girls can wear a nice strapless vibrator and take the second hole, so all three of us can have our holly, jolly Christmas. It's just the one in the middle gets it the best."

"I think we're going to enjoy having you in the family, Sonia. We've learned so much already," Carole said.

"Just keep it secret, okay. Otherwise, I don't care. I'll be happy to share any secrets I have."

I left them alone now that the work was done and let them have their girl talk. I joined the men in the middle of the second game.

"What are they talking about in there?" Junior asked.

"Sex," I said. "Women are surprisingly filthy. It's like a boy's locker room."

"Comparing dick sizes?" Gordy asked.

"Not while I was there. They are getting more sex secrets."

"What kind of sex secrets?" Frank asked.

"If you wanted to know, you should have been helping," I said.

"If you keep helping out, you'll give us a bad name?" Gordy said. "They'll expect it."

"What makes you think you don't already have a bad name? They cooked, doing all the work pre-meal, you ate and left them with all the work post-meal. If I was a one of the women, I'd be pissed off. The only way you might get sex today is if you pay for it. I, on the other hand, expect to get laid twice over."

"What's it like with two women?" Gordy asked.

"Twice as much fun," I said. "Even watching is fun."

"Was Eva saying much?" Dan asked, wondering if his secret came out.

"She was mostly quiet listening intently to what the others talked about."

All of a sudden, Dallas player Overshown blocked an attempted pass from Drew Lock, knocking it up in the air and intercepting it himself for a touchdown, Normally, a game between Cowboys and the Giants wouldn't be of much interest to Minnesota fans, except it was football and a good play, so they got excited through the replay.

"Where are the kids?" I asked.

"Upstairs somewhere," Junior replied.

"Mind if I look for them, Dan?"

"No, go ahead."

I went up the stairs and found the kids playing a board game, something simple that Jeremy could play, Candyland, I think. Danny III had been put down for a nap.

I gave Tommy and Belinda little hugs and watched the four of them play. When the game ended, I asked if I could play.

"It only has four pieces," Tommy said.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a penny. "I'll use this for my piece."

I played a game of Candyland with them, Sophia winning this game, the lucky little sucker. She seemed to roll exactly what she needed every time. On the whole, I had a good time. I liked their enthusiasm.

"We'll leave after your next game, Belinda, Scout. Make sure everyone gets rounded up to go."

"You got it, Dad.

"Belinda, would you like to have a nickname like Scout?"

"Sure. Any suggestions, Tommy?" Belinda asked.

"How about Tuff Gurl?"

"Could we call her Tuffy for short? How does that sound to you, Belinda. Do you want to be Tuffy?"

"Sure. Sounds good to me."

"Me, me. I want a nickname too," Jeremy said.

"What about Bruiser for you. Do you want everyone to call you Bruiser?"

"Yes. Me Bruiser."

I gave him a big hug.

"Can I call you Dad too?" Belinda asked. "Even if I'm not adopted yet?"

"Of course you can. Once you moved in and your Mom agreed to be one of my honeys, you became my daughter. You can call me Dad."

Belinda gave me a huge hug. I got a tear in my eye, which I had to blink away.

Having done my best to spend time with the ladies, men and children, I went back downstairs. The ladies were watching the football with the guys.

"What were you doing?" Bobbi asked.

"Playing Candyland with the kids. By the way, your kids have new call signs now. Belinda is Tuffy, and Jeremy is Bruiser. We're going to leave when they finish their next game."

"Don't you want to snack on leftovers?" Eva asked.

"We'll take some with, thanks. They're moving everyone's stuff in tomorrow and it will be a busy day, plus I want to collect my reward for helping in the kitchen. Feel free to keep any leftover champagne."

"Mmm, yeah," Bobbi said. "We want to give you your reward, don't we Sonia?"

"Damn straight."

"Our husbands certainly aren't getting any rewards, are they?" Mandy said.

"Nor fiancés either," Carole said. "The Vikings aren't even playing today and they still didn't help. Lazy bums."

The guys looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "What can I say, I know the best way to a woman's pussy."

All the ladies laughed. The guys not so much, although I did see a couple smiles, Dan's among them.

The kids came down fifteen minutes later and we got some leftovers to go and headed home.

On the way, I said, "Your kids plan on calling me Dad, Bobbi, if you don't have a problem with it."

"No problem."

"Ann, Benson, I guess that makes you grandparents by proxy."

"I guess it does," Ann said. "What are the kids call signs now?"

"Tommy is Scout, Belinda is Tuffy, and Jeremy is Bruiser."

"My new call sign is Nana Ann. Feel free to use it."

"Call me Chef," Benson said.

"I'll be Mamasan, Rooster," Bobbi said.

"You're the only one without a call sign Sonia. Who do you want to be?" I asked.

"Call me Superstar."

I laughed, catching the inclusion of her hooker name."

"Superstar it is. Is it okay if I shorten it to Star on occasion?"

"Why not," she laughed. "I'm sure I'll know who you're talking to."

We had some leftover turkey and stuffing for a late supper, then the kids watched a movie while Sonia, Bobbi and I went to the bedroom. We tried one of the things suggested by the women during our kitchen talk. We made Bobbi into a sandwich, with her riding me, and Sonia fucking her ass with the strapless. I cleaned up Bobbi's pussy for her, while Sonia used a wet cloth on her bottom.

"Do you think Maya would mind if I made Bobbi my Matron of Honor," Sonia asked during her post-coital hugging and kissing. "With her being our lover now, I think it should be Bobbi instead of Maya."

"I doubt it," I said. "but you should ask, especially as the gowns have already been ordered. We can pay for any alterations. Unless she wants to remain Matron because Alex is best man."

"That's right. I'll call her tomorrow."

"I might be able to wear her gown if they shorten the hemline, but I don't think she can wear mine, unless they left enough fabric in the hem to lengthen it," Bobbi said. "She has an inch on me."

"Did any other interesting tidbits get talked about after I left you in the kitchen?"

"Carole wanted to know where we were going on our honeymoon," Bobbi said. "She's using her hooker money to upgrade their honeymoon plans."

"Did you tell her?"

"Sonia showed her the website. We told her that it was pretty racy and we planned to remain nude most of the time, and the resort encouraged swapping. While you didn't have to swap, we didn't recommend it for young newlyweds. They were all fairly interested that we decided to go there."

"When are they getting married?" I asked.

"June wedding," Bobbi said.

"Where did they plan to honeymoon?"

"Last I heard, it was Gatlinburg."

"Is Carole making the honeymoon plans or Gordon?"

"I think it's Carole."

"Tell her to call me next week. Maybe I can boost their honeymoon plans."

I got dressed enough to make sure all the kids got to bed.

"Moving truck is coming tomorrow. We don't want this stuff sitting around the house all weekend, so when you get a box, unpack it and put it away. The faster we get it done, the more time we have this weekend for fun stuff. New school on Monday, so dress a little nicer than usual until we see if there's any kind of clothing code. Sonia and I will bring you to school the first day until we check the bus routes. Cool?"

"Cool, Dad," Belinda said.

"Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite."

"What's sleep tight?" Jeremy asked.

"You got me, Bruiser. Maybe it means to keep your eyes shut tight, so no light gets in, and you can sleep better."

"Okay."

*****

The moving truck arrived at nine and they got the truck unloaded by noon. After all the furniture got moved in, we decided a couple more pieces had to go, so I paid them to either keep it, or bring it to Goodwill.

Sonia called Maya that afternoon, and she had no problem swapping with Bobbi. Both bridesmaids agreed to meet at the Bridal Shop again on Saturday for a refitting, then Maya asked if she could come with her kids and Sandy after the fitting to swim. We told them no problem. I swung by the kid's rooms where they were working on putting their things away.

"My niece and nephew, Joy and Tyler Hudson are coming on Saturday to swim. Try to make sure you get everything put away before then, and we can have a swim party. Would you like that?"

"Great," Belinda said. "How old is Joy?"

"She's five and Tyler is three, so a little younger, but I think you'll get along okay."

The kids all had their things put away by 9 PM and I tucked them all into bed. I even gave them good night kisses on their foreheads, and only Tommy seemed embarrassed by it. When I got to the bedroom, both of the women were naked and they had a long, thick, double headed dildo in their pussies and they were grinding their groins against each other, scissoring with the other one, moaning and having a good old time.

"Looks like you don't need me," I said, smiling.

"Bullshit!" Sonia said. "We need you licking and sucking nipples, kissing on us, and otherwise being your delicious self. In fifteen or twenty minutes, a timer is going to go off, and whoever has the first orgasm after the timer, you're going to fuck in the ass. We cleaned out our bottoms, so the loser has to eat the winner's ass and suck your cock back to life to fuck the winner's pussy next."

"What's the loser get?"

"Another creampie," Bobbi said, "and the dubious distinction of masturbating for the winners to watch as they fuck."

I laughed. I joined them on the bed and spent time sucking turgid nips and kissing breathless lips as the continued their lesbian fucking. The alarm went off, and the fucking got more frenzied as they tried to cum first. Both of them started pulling on their own nipples, pinching and twisting them in and effort to cum first.

"Fuck me, I'm cumming," Bobbi moaned. "God this feels good."

"Shit!" Sonia said. "I climaxed a half minute before the timer went off when you were sucking my nips. Don't get me wrong, I loved the sucking, but damn, I thought I had this. Mamasan, turn a little bit so Rooster can slide into your ass."

They rearranged themselves so I could get behind Bobbi. I used some lube on her pucker and my cock and started to ease it into her, holding up her leg to give us more room down there.

I let Bobbi get used to my cock while Sonia continued to fuck her pussy. The next orgasm Bobbi had, I figured I could start moving too, and from then on, she had a multitude of orgasms as both of us worked her over good. I hadn't cum all day while toting boxes and unpacking Sonia's and Bobbi's things, so I only lasted about fifteen minutes once I started thrusting, and I left a massive deposit of cum in Bobbi's ass.

Sonia dutifully stopped fucking, and started cleaning out Bobbi's ass. She worked it good, giving Bobbi another good orgasm to go with the ones she'd already had. Then she started working my cock, and as a professional cocksucker, got me hard pretty quick. Then, as I fucked Bobbi doggy style at the foot of the bed, Sonia masturbated with the huge double dong, so we could both watch. Having gotten the first one out of the way, I could fuck nearly twice as long the second time around. Sonia couldn't deny how much she enjoyed both watching us fuck and fucking herself. She climaxed plenty of times as we watched, moaning prettily each time she did.

Sonia pointed the other end of the dildo at Bobbi and told her to suck her own juices off of it. Bobbi opened her mouth and Sonia shoved three inches of cock inside and then each time she pulled the dildo out of her pussy, it went deeper into Bobbi's mouth, then back into Sonia's pussy. I had to give them both points for creativity. I finally climaxed a second time, and Sonia ate her second creampie, and cleaned off my cock before we went to sleep.

******

While Bobbi met Maya at the bridal shop to have their gowns refitted, Sonia and I ran my route on a day of light snow flurries. The snow wasn't staying on the ground, so the path wasn't slippery, just wet. Ann and Benson watched the kids. Maya, Sandy and the two kids showed up when Bobbi did, right at eleven.

The kids and I got into our suits, while the ladies made salads and ordered pizza for everyone. I spent a half hour tossing each of the children up high and letting them splash down into the water. They loved that. Joy, Tyler and Jeremy all wore water wings, and they had a great time. It was a pretty good workout for me, too.

After the tossing, I took a seat next to the pool to keep an eye on things while they splashed and played with each other. They seemed to be getting along great, which was fine by me. Sandy and Maya came in wearing their swimming suits, bikinis, and they looked good, then Bobbi came in carrying a big bowl of salad, also in her swimsuit. Even better.

I didn't notice Tommy getting out of the pool particularly, any more than I did every other time he'd gotten out, but as Ann, Benson and Sonia brought in the pizza boxes, Tommy asked me, "Is my mom a whore?"

Sonia dropped the pizza she was carrying, and crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.

Fuck!

******