There and Back Ch. 10 & Epilogue

There and Back - Chapter 10

My arm was asleep. I was thinking that I should move it to get the blood moving but it wouldn't move. Gathering my inner strength, I marshaled my forces and carefully opened my eyes. I was on my back, arms out to the side as if crucified. A woman was lying on each arm and each had an arm and leg thrown over my body.

Looking down, I saw what appeared to be a disembodied arm with its attached hand cupped about my cock and balls. That got my attention and with the first swelling of excitement the hand slowly let go, patting the shaft a few times before moving.

"Good morning Pa-ul, my mate," said a voice I would know anywhere as that of my first mate.

"Good morning, Izabe. How did my first mate end up on the outside of the pile?"

"As first mate, I decided that my mates needed to cuddle with you. I'll have plenty of chances and mates must share."

"Elizabeth, my Izabe, you are a singularly wonderful woman. When I can extricate myself from this surplus of love, would to have the honor of you showering with me."

"I will. For now, I was going to tell Mom what to make for breakfast. She already had oatmeal started. She makes wonderful oatmeal. It has raisins and brown sugar and a little cinnamon."

"That sounds so good. How would you suggest that I wake these two?"

"Pa-ul, they're awake. They're just enjoying holding you."

I reached down under them and had the tickle monster assault both girls' waists. They screamed and writhed and jumped out of bed.

"Pa-ul that was a mean thing to do!" Osalet said.

"Yes it was," added Argari.

"Well, I'm sorry but I had to go to the bathroom and my arms were going numb. Besides, Izabe and I have a date in the shower."

"Oh, well then, we can't have the first mate angry with us," said Osalet.

The two women took Izabe in an embrace and slathered her face with wet kisses and licks causing Izabe to scream and run for the shower. I took advantage of my freedom to quickly join her. As I lathered her hair, I had to ask a question that had been popping into my head during the previous day and again this morning.

"Izabe, my love, is life always going to be like this?"

"What do you mean, my dear?" She asked as she turned to face me and embracing me with her hands on my ass cheeks.

"All of this.... this.... love. This constant joyful love. I've never experienced anything like it. It's one of the reasons I sometimes think I'm still in a coma."

"Pa-ul if it were left to me, the answer would be "yes", most enthusiastically. The other mates and I have fallen into a relationship with each other over the past couple of years. We've gone on dates with each other and all that began when we had sex with you. Up to that point there were no feelings between us. We were just work friends. I really believe that your love is the bond that will hold all of us together forever."

I'd been massaging the shampoo into her thick head of hair. Her answer caused me to take a handful of suds and drop down to wash her equally thick pubic patch. She returned the favor by shampooing my pubes and then my bald head.

"Please kneel, Pa-ul and I'll shave your head."

"What?"

"I shaved your head when you arrived at the hospital. We couldn't shampoo your hair, so we decided to cut it off. After we had our babies, the three of us decided that we had taken too much of an advantage of you. We let your hair grow and trimmed it at first. About three months ago, we decided to just let it grow and see what you'd look like with long hair. We had just decided to shave your head again the day before you woke up."

"You all decided? I'm thinking that I should be pissed off about that. The three of you used a man in a coma as a sex toy AND a Ken doll. It should just outrage me," I said trying to sound upset but I failed.

"You're not really upset, are you?"

"You could tell?"

"A little."

"Tell me about my bald head."

"It has a perfect shape. And it was just so damned sexy gliding our hands over the smooth skin. The bald head and trimmed beard make you so sexy I don't know if we'll ever let you out of the house without a bag over your head."

I thought for a bit. I'd had my head cut in a buzz a few times but never shaved. I kind of liked the way I looked with the buzz cut, so losing a few fractions of an inch more would be OK.

"Izabe, get the clippers and let's do this."

"Really!?"

"Yes, my mate."

Izabe stepped out of the shower and got the cordless clipper. She carefully removed the hair, catching it in a towel so as to not clog the drain. When it was all done, she got a razor, it was pink. I assumed it was a ladies razor for legs and arm pits. She applied some perfumed shaving gel and spread it around before starting.

While she was beginning I directed water to rinse her pubic hair, then I kissed her clit and strummed her external labia.

"Pa-ul! Stop, I'm going to cut you!" was her response to the first big flinch when I nibbled on her lower lips and slid a finger into her.

"Focus, Izabe."

She tried but finally stopped shaving me.

"Are you done?" I asked.

"You know I'm not. I can't focus with you playing with my pussy. Please, just be still until I'm done. Then you can finish me off and we can go down for breakfast."

She finished the last bit and took a little more gel and smoothly smeared it all over my head feeling for spots with bristles that she might have missed. Satisfied she directed the shower spray to rinse my head.

Then she rinsed the remaining shampoo out of her hair and applied conditioner causing the hair's rust color to be vibrant and rich. My penis kept trying to poke her as we rubbed together. When she was finished with her hair care she took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it.

"Let me take care of this or the ladies will lose their minds at the sight of a tent in your pants."

Her tongue and lips and throat and hand soon had me moaning out a warning, "I'm going to cum!"

She clamped her mouth around the head of my erection and began to suck like it was a big straw while stroking firmly. I let loose spurt after spurt into her voracious mouth. She continued her actions until it actually began to hurt a bit. I placed my hands on the side of her head and removed my cock from her mouth. Pulling her to her feet, I held her tight and we kissed, swapping semen until we both swallowed.

"Thank you, my first mate. I do love you so much."

"And I love you, husband. Let's dry and dress."

We toweled each other off and then dressed. My first choice of a thong from my dresser brought a smile and a gentle hand clap.

"I like it! It's a little elephant and your cock slides right into the trunk. Very nice, I must remember to thank Osalet."

"She also bought one for Christmas that has a jingle bell on the tip."

"She didn't! I can't wait to ring your bell."

"That's what she said!"

We finished dressing and went to breakfast. Mom and George were there and the kids were in their highchairs with sippy cups of apple juice and plates with cut up pieces of fruit. I was directed to my seat at the head of the table and despite my protestations, I was served like a king.

I talked to the children about my hair cut and the ladies stroked the smooth skin every time they passed me. Over the course of breakfast, when the ladies began to point out the late night antics of Mom and George, I begged out, pleading that I would not do anything to make myself a hypocrite. After cleaning up breakfast, I called Sam Tolkin.

"Hi Sam, it's Paul O'Dell."

"Oh oh. You're not going to tell me another amazing story are you?"

"No Sam. I just wanted to ask your opinion. Do you think it would be wise to go and talk to Sue and impress upon her the fact that I am in no way, shape, or form interested in her at all anymore?"

He was silent for a few seconds.

"I see it two ways, Paul. Seeing her may set her off or it may break her will. In any case, I wouldn't suggest going alone and I would use a phone to record the meeting and I also suggest calling ahead of time."

"So she could clear the house of her various lovers before I get there?" I said half joking.

"I'm serious. I got the feeling from her lawyer that she was still sleeping with other men. If you just show up, you could have another incident. Once is a coincidence, twice is a pattern of violence."

"OK, I'll call her first. I'm going to do it today, so get ready to bail me out."

"You have three wives to do that."

"That's right, I do, don't I? Thanks, Sam. I'll let you know the outcome, one way or the other."

"Do that."

"Bye."

I disconnected the call and dialed Sues cell number. She answered with a very unfriendly, "Hello?"

"Hello Sue."

"Paul! I don't want a divorce, Paul. I've come to realize that I'm a fool and I really do love you."

"I'd like to come over to talk about the divorce."

"I'm home come on."

"I was just calling ahead so you could get your boyfriends out before I got there."

There was a pause and then, "Paul that was cruel and unnecessary."

"If you took it as cruel, I'm sorry. But seeing as how I got into fights with two different men the last two times I came to the house, I wanted to be careful."

"I'm home. Come anytime."

"Thank you, bye."

"I love you, bye."

I ended the call and looked at my mates.

"She loves me."

I thought the three were going to puke.

"I want you three to come with me and bring the kids. I really want her to know and understand why I'm not coming back."

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I parked in the driveway of my former home, right next to a familiar black Chevy. Could I be this lucky? It was the Chevy that belonged to Poindexter. The same Poindexter whose car I parked next to when I came home to catch him fucking Sue in my bed two and a half years ago. The same Poindexter who changed my life. Oh, God, please let this be him!

We unpacked the kids and with Eve in my arm, I led my family to the front door of my former home. Instead of trying to use the key, I rang the bell and waited. I heard footsteps approach and then the door unlock. When it swung open there was Sue and behind her in my former living room, sitting in my former favorite recliner, was Poindexter.

"Paul? I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"I can tell, should I come back later?"

She looked at the little angel in my arm and then looked around me at my mates and their babies before tentatively answering.

"No, please come in."

I walked in and could see the look of contempt on Poindexter's face. But truthfully, I could have cared less, because just as he was about to speak, Izabe, with Jonah in her arms, walked to him and spoke in a commanding voice.

"Please get out of that chair. That is MY seat. It was where I sat the last time we were here and Pa-ul disposed of the last guy the slut bitch was sleeping with."

"What?"

"I said...."

"I heard what you said! What last guy?" Poindexter quizzed Sue.

But before she could answer Izabe jumped in and added, "The guy that was here fucking the slut bitch when we came to get Pa-ul's things. The guy he pounded to unconsciousness and left lying naked on the hood of his truck. That guy."

Still speaking to Sue, Poindexter said, "You were fucking another guy? You were cheating on me?"

"Of course she was you ignorant bastard! She cheated with you didn't she? Why would this slut bitch change her colors now? Pa-ul has filed for divorce and she's fighting it. You probably didn't know that either."

"What?"

"You keep asking that same stupid question, Poindexter. I would think you'd know more about Sue than what she like shoved in her ass," I said, handing Eve to Argari to be with her brother, before walking over to Poindexter. "The last time we met I was an ignorant, fat, slob and you put me in the hospital in a coma for two and a half years. I'm glad you're still here. I want to thank you."

I held out my hand and he stood up. As soon as he did Izabe handed Jonah to Osalet.

"You see without that coma; I wouldn't have these three women in my life as mates along with our four children. It's a long story and one you don't need to know. But Sue," I said finally turning to my soon to be ex, "I'm here to show YOU my family and make sure that you understand why I'm never going to come back to you. I have three mates. I have four children. All three of my mates are pregnant again. You have been completely, thoroughly, and utterly replaced in my life, my bed, and most importantly, in my heart. Stop the bullshit and sign the divorce papers. You are getting the house and everything in it. I'm walking away without a cent that was ours."

"What?" Poindexter said again.

"Is that one of your favorite words?" Izabe asked. "Just tell the nice man "You're welcome" and you and the slut bitch can move on."

"I'm really tired of being called a slut bitch," Sue said, finally getting into the conversation. "Who the fuck are you?"

"First, if the cunt fits, wear the name proudly. Second, I'm his first mate. My name is Elizabeth, but for reasons you don't need to know, Pa-ul calls me Izabe. I'm the first one who kicked you in the ass last time we were here. This is Rosaleta, known to us as Osalet, and this is Argari, known as Margarite." Izabe paused for a breath and for effect, "And I'm the one who is going to kick your whole entire ass around the block if you don't sign the divorce papers and take this rocket surgeon, or the brain scientist, or whatever the fuck he is," she pointed at Poindexter, "and get the hell out of my family's life."

Sue swiftly squared off and swung a wide hand to slap Izabe. That was all my first mate needed.

Now I've never seen a cat fight before. That is, two women really fighting and going at it. I've heard about hair pulled out and split lips and black eyes.

Well, none of that happened.

Izabe took the slap, shifted her weight to her back foot, turned her hip and pivoted. As she did that, she brought a right hook from somewhere around the Mexican border and her fist caught Sue's chin in just the right spot.

Sue went stiff, both her arms out in front of her and she fell straight back like a tree trunk that has been dropped from a rope. Her head bounced off the carpeted floor, once hard, a couple more times to a smaller degree. She was out cold, on her back, both arms extended out in front of her.

"So much for the slut bitch," then turning to Poindexter she added, "Poindexter, do you want some of this or do you want my man to be the one to even the score?"

I stepped up and raised my right hand in the style any man would use to shake the hand of another. I also set my feet in the fighting stand I'd learned in coma land and waited for Poindexter's next move.

"Come on, Poindexter, what's it going to be? My man and I are waiting."

"Izabe, back off," I said pulling her back from the stunned man. "I was serious when I said I wanted to thank him. If not for him I would still be a useless fat slob. Now I'm on top of the world with you, my other mates, and the kids. So, my mate, unless you want to defend yourself some more from Sue, once she wakes up, I'm done here, I think."

Poindexter was alternately looking at Izabe and my de-facto ex-wife trying to grasp the situation. My voice got his attention.

"When the slut bitch wakes up tell her to sign the divorce papers so we don't have to come back. I hope the two of you have a wonderful life together."

"I ain't staying with that cheating bitch and my name is Louis!" Poindexter loudly proclaimed.

Well, that's all it took for me. I hit him with a straight right, my fist twisting slightly in an inward direction, to his nose, breaking it. I followed it with three solid punches to his gut, the third being square in his unguarded solar plexus. As he fell to his knees and began to keel over, I caught him with a hammer fist to the side of his face.

"You useless piece of shit. You fuck my wife, in my bed and you call HER a cheating bitch? If I wasn't the father of my three ladies' babies and I had nothing to lose, I'd beat you to death right now."

I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face towards mine.

"Here is how it's going to go. You, Poindexter, are going to make sure Sue gets taken care of. You wanted her. You fucked her. So she's yours. If I find out that you've dropped her or allowed her to drop you, I'll be back and so will Izabe. Oh! And you don't ever want to get to the point where Argari and Osalet step in. Got it?"

Poindexter Louis Kale nodded while his face swelled up and he bled all over the carpet. Turning to Argari, I took Eve back and held her tight, placing a kiss on her forehead. Izabe took Jonah back from Osalet. The two mates had kept the children turned away from the violence in the room. The seven of us returned to the SUV.

"Is anyone hungry?" I asked, happily. "I seem to have worked up an appetite and I could use some ice for my hand."

"Me too," Izabe said. "Oh! I'm sorry. Osalet? Argari? Did you two want to take a shot at Sue?"

"I was thinking I did but if she can't take one of your shots, I would have killed her," Osalet replied.

"And I would have killed what was left. Nice right hook by the way, my love," Argari added blowing her mate a kiss.

"I have a great idea, my mates, my loves," I said. "Let's order a few pizzas, go home, get naked and the two of you can help Izabe and I feel better after our horrible experience."

"No pineapple on the pizza!" Osalet demanded.

"No, Osalet, I would never do that to anyone I loved."

"OK. But I have to say that I was a little disappointed that you knocked Sue out so fast."

"What? Why Osalet, my love?" Izabe answered.

"I was thinking that if Sue, sort of, accidentally, kicked you in the crotch during a cat fight, that I could, sort of, you know, kiss it and make you feel better."

"And I would have helped.... a lot!" Argari added.

I chuckled at that and got a punch on the shoulder from my first mate for my reaction.

"Hey, I was expressing my happiness at how much our mates wanted to make you feel better. Argari, I don't think Izabe would like you to make her pussy feel better. Maybe we should all stop doing that."

"If any of you do that, I swear to God, that I will curl up in a ball and die," Izabe whined.

"Well we wouldn't want that. Mates, when we get home, everyone has to make Izabe's pussy feel better. A lot better. For hours."

Everyone agreed with my idea and Izabe was smiling the rest of the way home. Osalet had pulled out her phone and ordered three large pizzas. One with Italian sausage and mushrooms. One with roasted garlic and smoked salmon (I wasn't too sure about that but later it became a favorite) and one that was called The Garbage Pail. I believe it had a bit of every ingredient the pizza shop had on hand. To say it carried an appropriate name is an understatement.

Arriving at home, we put the kids down for their late morning naps and then went to the bedroom and undressed. Back in the kitchen, Osalet and Argari took care of my bruised knuckles and Izabe's swollen little finger. It appeared that she might have cracked a bone when she hit Sue. A little ice and some an elastic wrap fixed everything up. Izabe and I lay out on the patio and watched the naked Osalet and Argari play in the lawn sprinkler.

"So what should we expect now?" Argari asked, concern showing in her voice, while water dripped deliciously off of her hard nipples.

"I would expect that I'm going to get laid," I replied with a smile.

"Do you?" Osalet asked.

"Well, I know that I need to take care of Izabe."

"WE need to take care of Izabe, Pa-ul. All of us."

"Hey as long as we're on the subject. How are we going to work out this sleeping thing? I mean, who gets to be the third that cuddles against one of your backs?"

"What makes you think that we would only cuddle to one of us? Maybe we will cuddle together and you will cuddle to one of our backs."

I really hadn't thought about that.

"I really hadn't thought about that," I said, repeating my thoughts. "Our first night, it was me in the middle of an Argari and Osalet sandwich with Izabe as a topping. But of course the three of you might want to cuddle together. I'm sorry that I was thinking in so self-centered a manner."

"Good thing that you figured it out. Besides, I think one of the mates on the outside might have to have his cock sticking in their butt. I mean we wouldn't want Pa-ul to fall off the bed."

"Oh no. I would hate to fall out of bed. Of course it would make it easier to go to the bathroom in the morning. I wouldn't have to climb out from under the three sexiest, most beautiful women in the whole world. Not that I mind being buried under those same women."

"Pa-ul," Izabe said, giving quiet instruction. "Stop talking and please kiss my pussy and make it better."

"I didn't know it was hurting, Izabe."

"Pa-ul are Osalet or Argari or you making love to my pussy?"

"No, my love."

"Then it's hurting!"

"Oh my poor baby."

With those words I got off my lounge chair and began kissing Izabe from the inside of her knees up to her soft, dense, rust colored pubic hair. She keened softly when I got my tongue into her sexy center. Her moisture increased in response to my ministrations and she was just beginning to tip her hips up to meet my loving face.

That was when I felt a nudge and then a hand gripped my erection and a mouth sucked it in. I turned my head slightly to see that Argari had taken a place under my hips and perpendicular to my body. Using her hand and mouth she made love to my cock and balls. I returned my attention to my first mates pussy.

I was just getting my focus back when a firm naked butt passed in front of my face and placed its furry bush on the face of my first mate. Izabe reacted by tightening her inner walls and making almost impossible to penetrate her with my tongue. I brought up my right hand and wet it in my mouth, then slowly slid it into her vagina.

She was wonderfully wet and terribly tight. I finally was in far enough that I could feel the slightly rough button on the inner front side of her pussy. Lightly tapping it caused Izabe to react with a raising of her hips and a low moan. I stroked a little faster, matching the speed of my tongue as it flicked her clitoris. The effect was immediate. The walls of her vagina opened wide and allowed me to tap her g-spot with a little more force.

The walls of her vagina collapsed around my finger and at the same time, I locked my lips around her clit and sucked hard. She tried to squeeze her legs together and tuck up in a ball but my shoulders were in the way, so she resorted to reaching around Osalet who was now bucking on Izabe's face. Izabe grabbed my head with both hands and tried to pull my head into her vagina. She had a most wonderful orgasm.

When she relaxed and came down a bit, I stayed where I was but quietly spoke to Argari.

"I'm going to cum."

She tightened her lips just under the crown of my cock and stroked me deeper with one hand while gently, firmly squeezing my balls. When I came it was a fantastic release. My cock began to soften after the last spurt and Argari released me and scooted from under me. She presented her mouth to Osalet and the two women traded my semen back and forth while Osalet had an orgasm thanks to Izabe's mouth. When Osalet relaxed, she swung her leg around Izabe's head and the two mates leaned in and shared my semen with her.

Osalet dropped to sit, satiated, next to the lounge chair Izabe was lying in. I backed away from between her legs and leaned forward to kiss my first mate. When I'd caught my breath, I looked at the sight of my three mates.

"Ladies, that was wonderful, but what are we going to do about Argari? She was blowing me and her beautiful pussy looks lonely."

Osalet pushed her mate onto her back and began to kiss her belly.

"She smells like she's ready to not be lonely. And I love lonely pussy."

Osalet buried her face in Argari's bush and apparently from a bit of familiarity caused Argari to have an orgasm in minutes.

"Wow!" I commented.

"Osalet knows how to hit Argari's best buttons. I've never seen or heard of anyone who could make the other cum faster."

"I'm truly impressed and humbled. The level of physical love the three of you can produce is something I could have never imagined. My God, I'm so lucky! Thank you ladies for saving me and loving me and giving me the children I always dreamed of. I thought I loved Sue and she loved me but now I understand that it was all a hollow lie."

My expression must have changed. The three of them looked at me, concerned by what they saw.

"Mate, you will never feel that way again. That time is gone and lost and over. Look at it as Purgatory. You were fat and stupid and you got through it to Heaven."

"Heaven? I don't think Heaven can be this perfectly wonderful. Thank you. All three of you."

"That was quite the show. May we join you or are you still in the moment?"

It was Mom speaking lovingly from the back door. She was naked and so was George standing beside her with a boner apparently very proud to be in the hand of his lover.

"Hi Mom," Izabe said softly. "We're just finishing up."

"George and I were going to come out here to relax before starting dinner and saw you four. Would you look at what he did? And without any pills!" She turned to show a small blotch of cum on her butt. "I'm so proud of him."

I was going to laugh but then it hit me that there was a whole other dynamic going on here. This place, this house, this property was stuffed full of love and of lovers proud to have and be loved by their chosen mates. And even though I was their chosen, I now knew that I'd finally chosen them as well.

"Mom, we ordered pizza for dinner. We weren't sure if you and George were going to be busy tonight. You are more than welcome to join us out here and for dinner."

"I don't know. We really didn't want to intrude on your special time."

"Nonsense!" I exclaimed. "Besides I think George is looking forward to it."

"Paul, this woman has filled several huge, empty, holes in my life. And although her holes are not huge, I'm looking forward to keeping them filled for as long as I can."

"If I ever heard what sounds like wonderful wedding vows those are them!" Mom said. "George, yes! I'll marry you."

George picked Joyce up in his arms and planted a kiss on her that the four of us felt. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him back and she dropped slightly and he entered her. Right there in front of us, God, and everybody!

"I think that relationship has officially been witnessed and consummated," Osalet said.

"Welcome to the family, Dad!"

That froze George in mid stroke. He looked at Joyce and then at us and tears began to appear in his eyes and on his cheeks.

"George? Are you OK?" Joyce asked.

He looked at her and gently kissed her lips as he set her down and withdrew from her vagina.

"My ex-wife lied to me for years about wanting kids, but they never came. Then I found out that she was on the pill and cheating with several men in our neighborhood when I was gone on business trips. She was fucking four or five guys a night in trains or taking them all on in gangbangs. She told me she never wanted any fucking brats around to mess with her love life.

"I have eleven brothers and sisters. They all have large families. I've always wanted kids. Joyce can't have any more, but I love her with everything I have. If you're serious, I'd be truly proud to be called "Dad" by the four of you."

"And grampa by God!" I tossed out there just so he knew, man to man, that I was with him.

Overcome by emotion, he released Joyce and came to give me a big man hug. We'd forgotten that we were both sporting boners until they hit each other. We both jumped back and looked shocked.

"Oh boy! A sword fight!" Joyce said out loud.

"No! There will be no fighting between my son and me. Swords or otherwise."

Then I began to tear up.

"I'm really scared now that I think about it. I'm really worried that I won't be a good dad to my kids because I didn't have a good example growing up. My dad passed when I was just getting to be aware of my relationship with him when he died."

"I've had lots of experience being an uncle and observing my brothers raising their kids. I think I can help you with the rough spots."

"OK.... Dad."

We shook hands this time and turned back to our women to find them in tears as well.

"Hey look everybody; I got a Dad!"

The hugs were epic and would have gone on for hours, but for the pizza guy arriving. He was apparently ringing the doorbell but no one heard it. He walked around the house to the side and hearing voices, he unlatched the gate and walked into the yard. Surprise! Four naked women and two naked men!

"Oh shit! I'm sorry!"

The young man turned and tried to leave. The ladies all ran to him, giving him quite the bouncing boobies show (even Joyce's tits were still firm and jiggly). George and I followed and took the pizzas from him while the ladies lined up and each gave him a thank you tip kiss on the cheek. He left the yard with a glazed look on his face and a smile.

We set out the pizza and Joyce went into the kitchen to get drinks. George and I went to help. My mates went to get the kids up from their naps. We sat around the patio, eating pizza, Osalet helping Argari to nurse her babies, and talking about the future babies and the future honeymoon trips to be made soon before the ladies began to show too much with their next babies.

We decided that during an upcoming week, each of the ladies and I would go off for a honeymoon night together. When I asked if they wanted nights with each other, they all claimed to have been having those nights together alone for months after the babies were born.

George and Joyce decided, after being assured that cost would be no obstacle, to spend a week at an all nude resort in Bali. Joyce promised to not let his cock get sunburned my keeping it in the shade all the time.

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There and Back - Epilogue

All of this happened many years ago.

Today, we still live in the same house. Joyce and George have passed away after being the best damned grandparents seventeen kids could ever have. Yeah seventeen. Izabe had a set of twins down the line. I offered to get a vasectomy and had my life threatened.

Just after the story I've told you, Sue signed the divorce papers. She and Poindexter had a huge fight when she wanted to dump him and he wouldn't allow it because of our discussion. She didn't believe that discussion took place because she was, of course, unconscious, and stiff as a brick. Poindexter actually called me and begged to be cut loose from Sue.

"She still fucks every guy she can get her hands on. I won't touch her for fear of catching God knows what. I need to get away. Please set me free!"

I talked it over with my mates and we told him his time in hell was over. About a year later we got invited to his wedding. We sent a gift. It was a picture of my entire family with a thank you note to him for putting me in a coma. He never did understand the reason for that.

I never did formally marry one of the ladies. It would have been Izabe if any. But they all truly believed themselves to be bonded together as a family. We did have a ceremony just after this story ended. It was a wonderful 'wedding' and a wonderful 'reception'. All of the ladies were quite pregnant. Doctor Thealer did the honors.

The kids have grown, had simple relationships, gotten through them, and found permanent mates. We are now grandparents and great-grandparents and I'm guessing that we'll be great-great-grandparents in another year or so.

As you might guess, there is so much more to this story but I'm not going to tell you about it. It was mostly about being really rich and making love in many and various places around the world. But with all our travels and journeys we always came home, hence the name of the story. We all went there and in spite of whatever travails and separations, we always came back together.