Bachelor Behavior Ch. 02 - Pt. 06

Bachelor Behavior 2 - Part 6

by Simon Underfoot

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Day 6

We ate breakfast as a group before Francesca and Maria left, and I wasn't the only one blinking back tears as they climbed into a ride share. "So," I said to nobody and everybody. Tiffany and Nia were there to comfort me as we walked back through the lobby.

Fortunately, we had a big day in the offing to provide a distraction.

It started at South Beach, where there were e-bikes and a guide named Franco waiting for us. I could have done without his ogling, but he seemed generally harmless and made the ladies laugh as we tooled along the boardwalk toward Miami Beach. We disembarked in the Art Deco district where we spent a few hours wandering, window shopping, and grabbing lunch.

The highlight of our outing was definitely looking at street art in Wynwood, just a short ride away. Without discussing it, we organically broke into groups based on taste, which left Kelsey, Tiffany, and Tiana hanging out with me. If I'm being honest, my guess is they were more interested in my companionship given that none of them seemed to particularly appreciate my preference toward a modern industrial aesthetic. Even so, Tiffany and Tiana found the Walls (murals) to be astonishing and it was wonderful to share that with them given that Kelsey and I, being relatively local, had seen them before, though not together.

More importantly, walking around with a smaller group allowed us to have some quality time. I already knew Kelsey well, of course, but I hadn't actually seen her much outside our friend group. Her interactions with the other two were easy enough at first, though as time passed, I found myself becoming annoyed at the way she proactively explained various pieces to them, rarely giving them time to form their own opinions. By the time we moved to rendezvous with the others, Tiffany was clearly frustrated at how domineering Kelsey was acting.

"What's up?" I'd pulled Kelsey aside for a moment. An innocent expression and a confused eyebrow raise from her irked me further. "The showing off, Kelse, I've never seen you like this -- what's going on?"

Rather than answer, she hit me with her own question. "Am I one of the other two?" I stared at her blankly for a moment before she relaxed. "You didn't watch the show last night, did you?"

"No, why would I?"

"To see what our friends are say." There was a snippiness in her tone that caught me off guard, but given that there was obviously something going on beyond my ken, I ignored it. Out came her phone so we could watch the recap; unsurprisingly, the other two wandered over to see what was happening.

Scott's assertion surprised me; I don't believe Tiana'd seen the clip, but Tiffany clearly had, as evidence by her anxious look. At least it explained the increased cattiness between the two of them.

"Well?" Kelsey looked quite agitated.

Instead of answer, I turned to Tiana, who appeared to be considering what we'd just watched. We locked eyes for a moment and I sent her a question with a classic head tilt. "I would have said three, but your friend knows you better."

"What about the second part -- me not being able to choose?" I asked.

Tiana was quiet for half a minute, then nodded. "I do think he's right about that."

"Huh." It was all I could come up with at the time, so I nodded my thanks for her input and was met by a fierce glare from Kelsey, who pivoted and stomped away.

"I'll go talk with her," Tiana offered, following after unhurriedly.

"It's four, isn't it?" Tiffany asked as she sidled up to me and linked her arm in mine.

Nod. Sigh. Pull her to my side tightly.

I hadn't thought about it in those terms, but hearing Scott say it aloud rang like a bell through my thoughts, clear and loud and piercing.

"Is it okay if I leave in the morning? I'd like to say goodbye to everyone."

Tiffany's request shattered my aloof clarity and brought me back to the moment, panic spreading, blooming in my chest. "Don't go, please. It's selfish, and I can't explain it, but I know I want you here with us."

"Us?"

A helpless shrug from me. It felt like I'd been punched in the gut as I looked down at her sad expression, much preferring the face she'd made when I'd inadvertently and then purposely fucked her in the tent, losing my 'show virginity' in the process.

"Can I think about it?"

I laughed, this helpless sound that just kind of escaped, and pulled her into a hug, which she returned eagerly.

"Okay, I'll stay."

Now I laughed for real and hugged her again. Then we were kissing and I'm not sure who started it. At some point I lifted and pulled her tight, earning a squeal around our kiss, followed by a squeeze as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I don't know what it was about Tiffany, but I felt drawn to her in a different way than the others, something infectious about her positive personality that I knew I wanted in my life.

"So, five girlfriends?" she asked with a grin.

- - -

The afternoon was fairly tense after we all came together again. Without stating it outright, everyone seemed sure I would soon be sending two more ladies home.

The triumvirate seemed to feel safe enough in their status on the show, so they spent most of the time chatting quietly with the others, offering hugs or hand squeezes here and there. It made me feel awful that things had taken a turn toward the morose, but watching Nia, Cheryl, and Tiffany being good friends to the others made my heart feel full.

Tiana was still watching over Kelsey. She kept looking my way when I was talking with others, then turning away quickly when my eyes moved in her direction. I finally caught her, and after an intense second, sent her a wink and a smile -- from that point on she seemed to relax.

Dinner was more of the same, subdued compared even to breakfast. We were at a little Cuban bistro, which was tasty, but heavy, greasy, and left me a bit bloated, which didn't help the overall situation or my mood.

"I think it's time we talk openly," I said when we'd all finished. "How about we head to the hotel, then meet up in the lobby after cleaning up?" Nobody objected and I was soon on the way there, squeezed in the back of a cab between Nia and Cheryl. "You saw the video from last night?"

The women nodded, which made it easier on me.

"I need some time with the others. If you're both okay with it, I'd like to catch up at breakfast tomorrow and figure out where we go from here."

"Of course," Nia said, followed immediately by Cheryl's confirmation. "Is there anything we can do?"

"I'd love it if you both snuggled in a little, just hold me until we get back." In the rear view mirror the cabby rolled his eyes as they leaned in tighter, but there was a jealous curl to his lips. Whatever. "Actually," I said as we arrived, "if you could snag Tiffany, I'd appreciate it. I don't think she needs to be at whatever this thing tonight is going to be." They shared a look across me, then nodded in tandem.

Half an hour later, freshened up and feeling much better in my own skin, I found three of the women waiting for me. "Am I late?"

"We were early," Tara said, placing herself at my side. "Nervous energy and all that."

"Let's have a seat and we can chat while we wait for Kelsey." Anxious looks bounced between them and I felt my shoulders droop. "She left?"

"Sorry, Ryan, I tried," Tiana offered. "You may want to watch the stream later -- she had some less than flattering things to say about, well, everyone."

"Definitely not your fault," I responded. Jealousy made sense, but this felt like something more. Ultimately, there was nothing much to be done. I did shoot Max a text asking him to make sure she was doing okay, to which I received an immediate reply that he was already on it. I passed around my phone to let the ladies see the exchange, which seemed to help everyone relax.

We found a gas fireplace surrounded by comfortable chairs; more importantly, it was unoccupied. The girls were sitting in pairs so I could see them all without turning, but it left me feeling like I was going before the inquisition. I was trying to figure out how to start when Alex spoke. "If you know who else is leaving, please just tell us."

I still couldn't get over her insecurity. Curly red hair, lovely blue eyes, and a killer body decorated with freckles to augment a wonderful personality. She was literally my dream girl, except she wasn't, and she seemed to know it. Somehow, I'd come to feel protective of her, like a brother or friend rather than a potential life partner. It wasn't that I felt less of a connection to her than with the others, just that it was different.

She and I took a slow walk around the hotel, hand in hand, while I tried to explain my feelings; seeing and feeling her heart break terrible.

No, it wasn't anything she did or didn't do.

Yes, I had been honest with her throughout and truly cared for her.

Definitely yes, I would love to keep in touch, but only if that's what she wanted.

"God, that sucked," I said, sitting back down with the other two and putting my head in my hands. A minute later, I'd pulled myself together enough to do some more demolition -- I was hoping to tear down some walls, but it was entirely possible I was about to burn a bridge or two.

"Tiana." She looked at me, uncharacteristically nervous and biting her lip. "You make me feel safe and comfortable in a way I can't really describe." I paused to see if she would respond. "I don't know what we can be, but the thought of you leaving makes me feel nauseous. The truth is that I'm having a difficult time picturing my life without you in it."

"I'm one of the four?" She seemed genuinely shocked and was tearing up; Tara pulled her into a hug and I closed the distance, kneeling in front of her.

"I think you're the only one that didn't know," Tara offered, giving her another squeeze. "I can't believe how in sync the two of you seem all the time, those silent little conversations you have. I'm jealous."

"Really?"

Tara leaned in and planted a light kiss on Tiana's lips. "Absolutely. To have that kind of connection with Ryan in a week -- amazing. It's going to take me years to get to that level." The wink she sent me was self-assured and left me wide eyed. "Would you mind if I stole him for a little while? He and I need to talk about a few... sensitive topics."

A moment of awkward indecisiveness, then Tiana returned Tara's kiss -- leaving them both surprised, I would add -- before she gave me a peck on the lips and fled toward the elevators. We watched her go, both waving when she turned to see if we were watching; I could see her blush from twenty feet away.

"That was unexpected." Tara nodded, then cleared her head with a shake. "Time to get serious, huh?"

Nod. "I can't be in a relationship with someone I don't know anything about. This show... it's not real life."

She bobbed her head, stood, and offered me a hand up, then started walking.

We ended up down on the beach, shoes in hand, letting the incoming tide wash along our feet. "I have a younger sister, Mary. She's twenty-three now." Tara's voice wasn't exactly hesitant, but there was a sad note to it that that helped me feel her reluctance.

"Tell me about her?"

A little snort and an eye roll. "She's a sweet girl, but stubborn. Wants to do everything herself, which causes issues sometimes." Tara took a deep breath before continuing. "She has cerebral palsy -- it's relatively mild, limited to her left side, but she has trouble walking and can't use her hand very well." I tried to reassure her with a squeeze, but it was a couple minutes before Tara resumed.

"Our parents were pretty well off, but hiring an aid is expensive, so we did without. I ended up caring for her when Mom and Dad couldn't, and because I'm just as stubborn as she is, it hurt our relationship. We aren't very close now, but I love her and want her to have access to the help she needs.

"I got a degree in accounting with a minor in business administration and found a really good starter job working in finance. With my looks it was pretty easy, but there were certain expectations from the senior partners that didn't sit well with me. The first time one of them grabbed my tit I clocked him and that was it. They blackballed me, I sued, and after two and a half years, they settled. While they were delaying the case over and over again, Mom had a stroke, which left Dad caring for her and Mary. Eventually he broke down and got help, but their savings ran out pretty quickly, especially with Mom's medical bills. I wasn't around much because I was doing my best to find a reasonable job."

I nodded, having a sense for where her story was going. "You know I won't judge you, right?"

She gave me a weak smile. "You might regret saying that."

"I don't think so. It sounds like whatever you had to do was done out of love, and I know you're a principled woman. After all, you punched the asshole who assaulted you."

"Thanks, Ryan, but it didn't matter in the end -- I still ended up fucking for money.

"It started with some modeling and I learned quickly that being nude pays more. Some of the pictures led to me getting a call from a woman who liked what she saw; she made an offer and I spent the next nine months escorting. My last client was a guy from the Middle East -- I don't want to say where. He decided he wanted me to be available to him all the time, so he wrote a number with a lot of zeroes on a piece of paper and I was with him on his private jet three days later. When the settlement finally worked through the courts, I came back home."

During the monologue, I was rubbing my thumb against the back of Tara's hand, hoping to convey a little comfort. It was a sad story and I hoped it had a happy ending. "How's your family now?"

"Better," she said, wiping at her eye. "Mary just got a job as a trial lawyer of all things. She says being in a powered chair gives her an advantage because it makes people uncomfortable when she cross-examines them. My Mom's mostly better, but doesn't get around so well. Dad passed last year from a heart attack."

"God, Tara, I'm so sorry. Seems like it's been one thing after another for your whole family." She shrugged and I squeezed her hand again. "What do you do now?"

"I'm still trying to figure it out. As long as I'm not a complete idiot, I have enough money to do just about whatever I want."

"That must have been some settlement."

"Caught on a security camera," she explained with a vicious grin, which sent a thrill through me -- the feisty Tara I'd come to know was re-emerging. "I have the clip saved and watch it every once in a while. It's satisfying to see his head snap back, especially knowing I broke his jaw." Seeing my surprise, she chuckled. "I broke two of my fingers, too, if that makes any difference.

"When I began filling out in middle school," she looked down at her prodigious chest, "Dad started teaching me basic self defense. That led me to taekwondo." Seeing a bit of surprise, she offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry -- I'm not actually that good, just a brown belt." Her grin turned just a little evil.

We walked silently for a while. "Regret your words?" I stopped and looked up at her to find she was holding her breath.

"Of course not. I was just thinking about how it explained a lot of things."

"Like the sex?"

"Well, yeah, but also the confidence -- your swagger. You've been through a bunch of shit and come out the other side."

She shrugged, but a smirk formed and we started off again. The rest of the conversation was less serious, swapping anecdotes and other first date information we should already have shared. As we neared the lobby she stopped. "What now, Ryan?"

"Like now-now-tonight or now-tomorrow?"

Tara rolled her eyes. "I'm obviously going to fuck the hell out of you tonight, and you already said we're going to meet up for breakfast with the others in the morning, so it seems pretty clear that I'm talking about the big picture."

"I see what you mean, but since you mentioned sex... I'm having trouble thinking about anything else. I guess we'll need to wait to figure out any big picture stuff until tomorrow."

"Dick," she said, with a grin.

I put on my best pout. "I thought you liked my dick."

"I fucking love your dick," she answered in a raspy voice, stepping close and grabbing my crotch firmly. "Should I call the others or do you think one pussy will be enough for the evening."

Taking her hand in mine, I brought it to my lips and kissed her knuckles. "Tara, you will always be enough for me."

The earnestness in my voice or expression or actions must have made an impression, because Tara's countenance changed instantly. Her lip started to quiver and I saw her eyes tear up. She looked down into the camera attached to my collar. "He's mine tonight, but I promise I won't monopolize him tomorrow." Hand in hand, she dragged me toward the elevator.

- - - // - - -

"Same deal as last time?" Scott asked Max, already pulling off his shirt.

"Hold on a second, Buster," Tricia interjected, grabbing his elbow as he took hold of his belt. "Maybe I don't want you watching Ryan fuck some big tittied blonde. Maybe you should be paying attention to your own."

"I..." Confusion crawled across Scott's face, turning momentarily toward panic before dissipating. "First, you are literally the most beautiful big tittied blonde in the entire world." He finished with his belt and pants and pushed them down. "Second, you're the one that was going on all morning about hoping to see someone new get fucked on camera." Down went the shorts. "And third..." There was a long pause with everyone in the room looking at him. "Actually, I can't remember what I was going to say. Just get over here and suck me so we can watch Tara cum on his cock."

Wide eyes all around, except for Tricia, whose eyes were laughing as she swallowed his tip, then an awkward pause. "Well?" This from Michelle, who had turned away from the in-house entertainment to glare at Max.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied with a smirk as the feed on the oversized screen changed.

The overhead view showed a shirtless Ryan making out with a bra clad Tara, tucked beneath the covers on a king sized bed. Their kisses started gently, but ramped up in intensity as the room watched.

"Enjoy, Bub," Michelle whispered into her husband's ear as she reached into his pants. Mark reached for the ever-ready blanket, but she shook her head. "Not this time." A look of surprise, then pleasure crossed his face. In thirty seconds his hard dick was exposed for the world to see, being stroked lightly by his wife's skilled hand.

"Please, Baby," he begged, looking pointedly at her mouth, but she shook her head.

"Patience," she soothed into his ear, slowly spreading a drop of precum around his helmet. "I have a surprise for you."

Tricia moaned and attention jumped to her, but she was staring at the screen with wide eyes. "Oh, God, she swallowed it all."

"Oh, my," Michelle added, the pace of her strokes increasing as Tara pushed her lips against Ryan's pelvis again and again, taking his fat cock to the root.

"Baby, please," Mark asked a second time, earning a hard squeeze, which made him grimace.

"Not until Kelsey gets here."

"Kelsey?" This from Jasmine, whose already pink cheeks flushed further. "What's she--"

The door banged open and their friend stomped in, looking both angry and determined, until she took in the room. A moment of hesitation, then she was moving toward Mark and Michelle, who she kissed lightly on the mouth. "May I?"

"Please -- he's been so whiny." Michelle was smirking as she replied.

Onto the floor went the handjob blanket to pad her knees and onto Mark's cock went Kelsey's lips. "Oh, God, Kelse -- I've missed your mouth so much."

"Jesus Christ," muttered Jasmine, just as Tricia exclaimed a shuddering orgasm.

On screen, unnoticed by the room, Ryan slid his well lubed cock into Tara's well lubed asshole.

Betting odds (courtesy of Alexander's Sports Book):

Winner:

Tara: -110

Nia: -105

Cheryl: -105

Tiffany: +105

Tiana: +105

Day 7

"How do you feel?"

Tara had the decency to blush at Tiana's earnest question as she shifted a bit uncomfortably on her chair.

I'd felt horribly guilty as I watched Tara walk gingerly to the bathroom first thing in the morning, but she insisted the reaming I'd laid down had been worth it. I probably would have been skeptical if I hadn't watched her gush a solid stream from her pussy during the act. Point of fact, I started getting hard thinking about the absolutely unhinged climax that left her unconscious and both of us covered in her squirt.

It was undoubtedly the apex of my sexuality.

So far.

"What for today?" Nia asked with a grin.

"Quality time," I answered. "I asked Max for a day together, just our little family."

I hadn't meant it to be any sort of profound sentiment, but as the ladies looked around at one another, something shifted. It was subtle at first and I wasn't certain, but it slowly became more apparent, a kind of infectious smile. Satisfaction. A bit of joy. Definitely relief.

Realizing what I'd just said -- proposed? -- my thoughts slid toward panic.

Five women?

How...?

What...?

Nia's hand on my knee stopped what might have become a panic attack, something that hadn't happened to me in years. "We'll figure it out."

Deep breath, long exhale. I nodded. "It's just... so much so fast." I looked around to see some concern, but nobody seemed bothered my my statement.

"It's just a matter of perspective. This is day seven, right? We've spent most of those days together." Tiffany was wearing a little smile, but I could tell she was being serious. "What's that work out to Math Girl?"

"Over a hundred hours if we count the overnight dates," Tara answered immediately.

"Math Girl?" I asked.

The statuesque blonde winked at me. "Better than being known as the former escort with the big tits, but you're missing Tiff's point. If you're looking at a calendar, then sure, we've only known each other a short time, but our situation is pretty different. Think about it this way: outside of this show, how long would it take to be with somebody for a hundred hours?"

"Uh..." I wasn't sure if she was looking for an answer; fortunately, Cheryl rescued me.

"Figure five hours a week for a couple months, then more often. I'd say it's roughly the same as... about three months of dating." She looked around our circle and nobody contradicted her, so she turned to me. "See -- not so bad."

"I mean, I guess..." Was I trying to argue myself out of a poly relationship? I really wasn't sure, but they certainly seemed to be fine with where we landed. A nod, then a smile for each. "Thank you. It's going to take a while for me to accept the situation as it stands now, but thank you." A deep breath, then a topic change. "Other than spend time together, is there anything specific we should do today?"

Cheryl sent Nia an excited look, part sexy-part naughty, as if she'd been waiting for my question. "Do you remember the ride back from the spa?"

Of course I did -- Alex had fucked me for an hour then been eaten out by Francesca. Then Nia had...

Realization hit me like a thunderbolt. She wasn't referring to the sexual encounter; she was referencing the schedule. "Daily orgies?" My question, low and cracked as I tried to find my voice, was answered with a ferocious smile.

"Very good, Lover, and you'd better be on your game. You have five women to keep happy now."

Another sudden surge of panic, but Nia's hand in mine gave me an anchor, and the excited looks bouncing between them set my pulse racing.

We behaved in the elevator, though seeing quite, serious Tiana biting her lip was a terrific turn-on.

As we stepped into Nia's room, there was a momentary pause, several awkward-excited looks within the group, then a frantic wave of activity that carried me along in its wake.

Five women in a smallish space was a lot, and yet their coordination was remarkable. Discarded clothing was laid neatly over chair backs; the bed covers were pulled back and towels prepared within easy reach; an arsenal of sextoys appeared from somewhere and were lined up neatly on the kitchenette table.

All in less than ninety seconds.

"Welcome to your new life, Lover," Tara said, kissing me on the lips. "Tiana," she called softly over her shoulder, "get over here and help me suck his cock."

The command in Tara's voice caught me off guard, but it was Tiana scurrying across the room, practically throwing herself to her knees that really shook me. They shared a quick kiss, then tried to devour me.

In less then a minute I was ready to pitch over. Hands guided me onto the large bed, but the suction on my dick never stopped.

"Eat me, Lover." Tiffany's tone wasn't as confident as Tara's had been, and the way she was scrunching her nose was more nervous than coy, so I flashed her a grin and grabbed her thigh to pull it over me, earning a wonderful, surprised squeak.

Having her pussy to focus on helped me back off from the precipice of my orgasm a little and get my bearings. Yes, I was both outnumbered and outmatched, but it didn't mean I had to be a passenger. A hand on Tiff's back let her know I wanted her to lean forward; a shift of my hips disengaged one of my fellatrixes; another pointed my slippery member at her mouth, where she quickly engulfed me.

I love sixty-nine.

Turns out I love it even more when there are other women there to amplify the experience.

There was some whispering I couldn't make out given that my ears were covered by a gorgeous set of chocolate thighs, but I certainly felt it when someone started tonguing my asshole, a first for me; a shout of pleasure and accompanying shudder let me know Tiffany was enjoying the sensation as well.

I'm not sure how, but she lost it before I did, spraying me liberally in the process, then rolled off with a satisfied huff. "Oh, my God."

The change in positions gave me a momentary break, as well as a chance to take in the room.

Nia was sitting near my head, smiling down at me. Next to us, locked in their own sixty-nine, Tiana was on top of Tara -- the site of them gently exploring one another was incredible.

"Hi, Lover," Cheryl cooed from between my legs as she eased a lubed finger all the way up my ass. A moment later she was sucking the head of my cock forcefully while tickling my balls. Nia leaned forward, capturing, then chewing on my lips. The contrast of sensations above and below was too much and I shot off into Cheryl's mouth with a shuddering cry.

- - -

"We've established that I'm done sending anybody home, so unless one of you changes her mind, how would this work?"

All six of us were piled together on the bed, canoodling while we came down from our shared sexual high. Except for Tiana, who was snoring softly as Tara continued to tease one of her abused, chapped, angry red nipples absentmindedly.

"Besides the daily orgies?" I rolled my eyes and Tiffany giggled. Her hair was absolutely wild with long strands plastered to her forehead; she looked delicious and I considered having another taste.

"We have another five weeks on the show, right? I say we make the most of it," said Tara to the group, then she looked at me. "You're local: you can show us around, do the things you always wanted to do but never had time."

"Gladly," I answered, "and after that?"

"It'll take me a little while to clear my affairs, but I can do most of it in advance, and I already have a perspective buyer lined up for my shop," Nia said easily. "A couple weeks in the city should be enough, then I can move down."

Her matter-of-fact declaration made it all feel much more solid. "Really?"

She smiled shyly and nodded.

I felt a swelling in my chest, unlike anything I'd known before, a sense of hope that my naturally pessimistic nature usually turns aside. Some wiggling, a little shifting, and in a minute or so I was next to her. "You'd give up everything you've worked for?"

Nia smiled, though it was a bit sad. She nodded.

I kissed her, trying to express my appreciation, my adoration. "I love you."

"Then show her," Cheryl said, stroking my semi. In half a minute I was hard enough, and with a bit of positioning slid home easily as Nia let out a slow, contented sigh.

"It'll take me a little longer," Tiana added, returning our group to the conversation -- apparently she hadn't been asleep. "I'm locked in my lease for another few months."

"I can help with that," Tara volunteered.

So it went, the ladies talking about practical matters while I slowly fucked one of my gorgeous girlfriends.

By the time I fired off in her cunny, the general shape of a plan had been defined. There was no bickering or infighting, just a casual Saturday afternoon conversation between friends who were going to uproot their lives to come live with me.

"May I?" I was confused by Tiffany's question, but nodded anyway. A little shove and our dark skinned playmate began to tease my spunk out of Nia's quim with her tongue.

"Goddamn it," I sighed, feeling defeated. My cock was already sore from two orgasms in quick succession, but that didn't stop it from rallying. I wasn't fully hard as I slipped into Tiff's puss from behind, and the way she was squeezing my tender member wasn't entirely pleasant, but somehow it felt right and I continued to slide slowly in and out.

Hearing Nia climax pushed me to full hardness and I increased my pace, battering into Tiffany's smaller form hard enough that I knocked her from her knees.

"Jesus, Ryan, go easy on the girl," Tara teased, only to be corrected by the subject in question.

"Nuh-uh -- give me more."

I didn't think my climax would ever arrive, and I'm sure there was barely any spend, but I finally came with an exhausted cry and fell forward onto Tiffany and Nia. "Holy shit," I muttered.

"My turn?" Tiana's voice was as quiet as mine had been.

"I'm sorry -- I don't think I can."

She blushed fiercely, then shook her head and pointed to Tiffany's bottom.

"Oh, God," I said.

"Oh, God," Tiffany echoed.

"Good girl," grinned Tara.

- - - // - - -

"He can't do that... can he?"

Tricia paused her handjob to elbow her husband. "You better not be jealous."

Absentmindedly rubbing his ribs, Scott shook his head. "No, but..." He turned to Max. "Is he really going to live with five women?"

"Why are you asking me?" the host deflected with a laugh.

"I don't believe it," interjected Jasmine to nobody in particular. "I was so sure it would be just him and Nia in the end. Or maybe Kelsey." She offered an apologetic look to the black woman bobbing her head up and down on Mark's cock," who mumbled something, but didn't stop.

"She said that it's better this way," translated Michelle, who was playing with herself through a pair of silky white panties, which only barely hid her treasures, as she rubbed the inside of Mark's thigh. "But really, can you see him sending any of them home?"

"What about Tiffany?" Scott asked.

"She's the free spirit, the comic relief." Michelle paused for a moment, thinking how to continue. "They all have roles, and Tiffany will keep things light. Nia and Cheryl are a lot like Ryan: smart, kind, loving, but not really outgoing. At least not naturally. Tara's the leader -- I think it's going to be her running things, making most of the decisions. In fact, if he marries anyone, it'll probably be her."

Several objections were raised, but Michelle just shrugged and slid a hand inside her bra.

"What about Tiana?" Jasmine asked, staying on topic.

Pausing her self manipulation, Michelle frowned. "I haven't figured out her place yet -- I expected Ryan to send her home yesterday."

"I think she's going to be the glue that holds them together."

Mark didn't usually participate in the speculation, so his comment caused the entire room to still; even Kelsey paused her work on his dick to look up at him. "What makes you say that?"

"When you were upset, who spent time with you?"

Kelsey frowned, but rather than answer, she resumed her blowjob. Mark sighed, then met his wife's eyes and shook his head before he continued. "Who was always taking care of other women when the drama picked up? Who has Tara taken under her wing? Who has that weird telepathy thing with Ryan?

"I think she's so used to being in the background that she doesn't make the others feel threatened. She's kind and supportive, even if she's a little naive."

"And hot," Michelle teased.

"They're all hot, Babe," Mark rejoined with a smile, "but not as hot as you." He suddenly yipped, then looked down to the woman at his groin, putting a finger under her chin and guiding her off his cock. "Come on, Kelse, you know I love you. I've spent more loads down your throat or in you pussy than anybody but Michelle."

"So I'm just a fucktoy!" she nearly shouted.

Michelle took a breath to insert herself, but Mark's eyes narrowed and he lowered his voice. "You're my fucktoy, Kelse, and you know it. And if you ever bite my cock again, I'm going to redden that beautiful black ass of yours -- got it?"

A long moment of silence was broken by Tricia's voice. "Baby?" Her voice was pleading.

"Fine," Scott acquiesced after a long moment, "but only if she says so. Maybe Michelle doesn't want you sucking her husband's dick."

"What?" Michelle's surprise was total.

"Please," Tricia begged, turning her attention to the busty blonde on the couch, the undisputed leader of their friend group, and crawling across the floor to her. "Please, let me have him, just for a little while. I know I'm a bitch, but he can handle me. God, I'm so wet for him. Please, Michelle."

"No." Michelle's voice was firm. "You want my man, you have to earn it." She pointed to Kelsey, whose eyes widened in shock. "Start with her, and if you do a good job..."

Tricia's focus changed immediately to her new target. "Kelsey." The name came out husky, pure sex from luscious lips framing a sensual mouth.

Hesitation, then a nod and Kelsey rolled to her hip, legs splayed wide; she smirked. "You better do a good job or I'll tell Michelle not to let you have any of her dick."

"You absolute bitch," Tricia muttered, though there was admiration in her tone. "I'm going to make you regret that."

"The only thing I'm regretting right now is that you're not already licking me -- get over here."

Tricia offered her own smirk as she crawled between Kelsey's legs. Rather than bend down to get started, she slid forward, dragging her prodigious fake tits along the darker woman's thighs, stomach, and chest, before settling on top. "I've always liked you," she murmured softly, nuzzling Kelsey's cheek. "Strong, smart -- doesn't take shit from anybody. Ryan's a fucking idiot for not choosing you." Kelsey moaned, then moaned again as Tricia took her lips in their first kiss.

"Holy shit," Mark muttered. Scott looked across at his friend and nodded, then back to where the two women were entwined, arms wrapped tightly around one another. Tricia was usually domineering in bed, but she wasn't trying to control Kelsey, instead playing a game of give-and-take.

"Oh, what the fuck," Michelle said as she stood. Down went her panties, and with a lateral step, she was squatting down over her husband's hard cock, letting it slowly ease inside. A minute later it was fully seated. "Get over here, Scott."

"I... what?"

Michelle's smile was evil. "I said..." Michelle paused for dramatic effect, "Get over here, Stud. Let me see what it's like to suck a dick as long as my arm."

He looked to Mark, whose head was laid on the couch back as his wife slowly rode him, up and down, then grinding, then up and down again, oblivious to everything else. A smile crept across Scott's face and he stepped forward, smacking his wife's ass hard as he passed, earning a chirp, then a groan.

"Max," Jasmine pleaded, her hand squeezing his thigh hard. Nodding, the producer rose and pulled her up after him.

"Michelle told me they have the spare bedroom made up, just in case we might want to stay the night."

"But there are no cameras, right?" He nodded and she let out a relieved breath, then starting pulling him toward the room.

"She did warn me the door doesn't lock."

Jasmine coasted to a stop, suddenly indecisive. "I don't want anybody but you, Max."

Smiling, he leaned down to kiss her. "Same."

She let out a long, shuddering breath. "They can watch, but no touching, okay?"

"Definitely okay," he answered with a grin before scooping up his girlfriend and carrying her the rest of the way.

Epilogue

The aftermath of the show was what you might expect: outrage from current and former clients, surprise from my employees, and disgust from my family.

If I'm honest, it was totally worth it.

I sold the business to my senior project manager, Mary, for a song (technically a handshake and 20% share of profits in perpetuity). She's a sharp woman and we've stayed in-touch in the seven years since.

As for our new family, Michelle was prophetic in that Tara and I got married about a year later, as did Nia and Cheryl. For a double wedding it was a relatively small affair with less than fifty guests, but it was truly lovely. There was some discussion beforehand about Tiffany and Tiana making a third couple, but every time it came up they'd both blush and turn away; it didn't stop them from being intimate together regularly.

We bought a very nice, very large home in backcountry Florida, not too terribly far from the bookstore I'd happened upon way back when. I still go to pick out random books a few times a year; Tiana in particular was always enamored with the place.

Once we settled in, with money no problems due to our collective share of the show's profits as well ast he money Tara and I brought with us, life more or less fell into place.

My wife was the first to get pregnant, though she miscarried late in the first trimester. When it happened a second time, we decided it wasn't meant to be.

My daughter with Nia was born about a year afterward, followed four and a half months later by Tiffany's daughter. Children numbers 3A and 3B, twin boys, came together the following year courtesy of Cheryl, rounding out our family.

I don't think it's truly possible to describe how happy I was through those first four years. Yes, the sexual component of my life was beyond rational fantasy, but so was the companionship I shared with my five loves. We would often sit together long into the night on our covered porch, talking about everything and nothing, usually over a deck of cards. Somehow, we fit together wonderfully. If Michelle had been right that Tiana was the glue and Tiffany the fun, then Tara was our heart.

It's why her cancer diagnosis hit everyone so hard.

Turns out her time as an escort finally caught up to her in the form of a mutated HPV strain that had slowly spread through most of her reproductive organs. If we'd have pushed harder to get pregnant, to understand why she'd had the miscarriages...

It still keeps me up some nights.

And I still can't talk about it.

Tiana left shortly after the funeral, unable to bear the thought of our family continuing on without Tara. This second loss nearly broke the rest of us, but we made it through, if only by the thinnest of margins. Tiana moved to the West Coast in a beach bungalo she had custom built; she only comes back for Christmas, and only for a day or two Each time I ask her to stay, as do the others. After a few years apart, I hope she's getting closer to returning, but we'll have to see.

Otherwise, the children continue to grow, continue to thrive. They miss their Aunt Tara, but kids are resilient and they functionally have three mothers to dote on them. As for me, it's mostly in some of the quiet moments that I grow reflective -- my daily reality is far more than I or anyone else deserve.

Between Nia, Cheryl, and Tiffany -- the original triumvirate -- I'm well cared for, both physically and emotionally. But I still mourn my wife.

I've certainly slowed down as I've aged, so thank goodness for chemical assistance, because all three of their libidos have ramped over the years and there's no way I'd keep up without the help.

What about my friends?

Max and Jasmine got married, bought a nice boat, and spend most of the year sailing around the Caribbean. As far as I can tell they're quite happy, though we don't see them very often.

After the watch party orgy, Kelsey joined Scott and Tricia in a throuple. They're still together, but the dynamic is volatile and I never really know how to interact with them. Still, Scott and I try to get together a couple times a year and I think he's reasonably happy to be in a relationship with bona fide lesbian pornstars, which was another outcome of the show. In case you're wondering, yes, we do have all seven of their movies, and yes, we do put them on to watch together from time to time.

As for Michelle and Mark, they're still going strong. They come to visit us every few months. I think they'd come around more often, except that Mark and I need the time between visits to recover.

- - -

"Hey, Lover," Michelle teased as she wrapped herself around me. We didn't have neighbors, per se, but it still felt indecent to have a woman fondling my package on the front porch while my three common-law wives laughed. My God, what a life I have.

With the kids at preschool, we had about three hours to play and Michelle clearly had no intention of wasting any time. "I'm soaked for you, Ryan," she purred into my ear. "I diddled myself the entire way here, legs up on the dashboard. I want you in me."

"Jesus, Michelle," Cheryl laughed, slapping her generous bottom. "Why don't you just start on him out here."

"God, yes," she crooned, then slid down my body and started working on my pants.

'See what you've done?' I glared at Cheryl, but she just stuck her tongue out. "Listen, when you start in on Mark, try not to give him a heart attack."

"Fuck you," my friend called jovially, already nestled on the porch swing between Nia and Tiffany. "I can't believe what a lucky bastard you are."

I groaned as Michelle inhaled my dick.

Seeing his wife slurping me, he smiled more broadly. "For that matter, I can't believe what a lucky bastard I am."

"Amen," I said, pulling Michelle back to her feet. "Want to see your hubby get ravaged by three gorgeous women?"

"Later. Right now I want you all to myself." Her comment earned her another slap on the rear from Cheryl, which only set her to panting harder.

"Fine, but I told Cheryl she could eat out my deposit." Grabbing my arm tightly to steady herself, Michelle shuddered, a little climax: a promise of what was to come.

"Goddammit, Ryan, I need you in me."

"Fine, let's go find some furniture to despoil."

We made it as far as the living room couch, a monstrous leather thing with a built-in chaise perfect for midday trysts. Sure, Michelle had been acting like the proverbial bitch in heat, but once we started it was all about tender intimacy. We made love for well over an hour, and would have gone longer if Cheryl hadn't started licking my asshole from behind -- I guess she got impatient. I held Michelle afterward as my lovely blonde hottie gently cleaned our friend's well used puss.

"You should stay." The three of us looked up to see Nia and Tiffany flanking Mark, who looked exhausted.

Michelle smiled. "Sure, we can probably stay an extra day."

Nia's answering grin was warm, and also a bit naughty. "We were thinking a bit longer, actually. What's keeping you in Miami?"

"We?" I asked as Michelle's mouth dropped.

"We," Tiffany confirmed, sitting down next to me.

Was that actually an option -- if so, why the fuck didn't "we" think of that before?

"Really?" Michelle asked, eyes wide; the look she sent to her husband was hilarious, equal parts panic and excitement -- I knew exactly how she felt.

Somebody scuffed their shoe behind me and my chest filled with panic -- surely the kids weren't home yet.

"Would there still be room for me?" Tiana's voice, unheard for too long, immediately filled a void in my chest. I surged upward and toward her, but Tiffany was already there, hugging and kissing and bawling.

The next ten minutes were pure chaos of the best kind: one of our missing pieces had come home.

To celebrate, we stripped her, laid her on our enormous bed, and made love to her as a group. I had pride of place between her legs, luxuriating in a pussy I'd missed for far too long while Mark lazily slid his penis in and out of her mouth. The others kissed and nipped and pinched all over, setting her off several times before we finally got to the main event.

Feeling Mark's cock in her ass while she rode me was wild, but not nearly as strange as I expected. We came within about ten seconds of each other, claiming her holes while Tiffany reclaimed her mouth with an extended kiss.

"You okay, Ryan?" Nia asked as we all came down, seeing that my eyes were wet.

"Just happy," I replied, squeezing our lost lamb, even as an errant tear for Tara rolled down my cheek.

Afterward

Sorry for the long delay in posting the final chapter in this story. I struggled with how to pull it together, rewriting the conclusion a dozen times, particularly lingering on Tara's ultimate fate. In the end, despite closing on a bit of a heavy note, everything else felt saccharine, even in an over-the-top fantasy.

As always, your feedback and votes are greatly appreciated.

Cheers,

Simon