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But, by leaving, he passed the intelligence test. Darn.

We'd gotten some important brownie points. We didn't need to cash them in right away but this certainly helped us in getting some needed task assignments adjusted. It also bought a lot of slack in tolerating greater degrees of tele-commuting.

Our whole group looked good; the finance people found us to all be quite efficient. The company liked to be cheap so they were getting a lot of bang for the small bucks they were paying us.

Things proceeded well until my next surprise, about six weeks after Patti and I had performed magic out in California.

Yeah, but this was different magic. At a lunch with all ten of us at the table, Silva handed me a small wrapped package. I opened it, curious, only to find a white plastic ...

Uh oh. I turned to Silva, "Hon, are you sure that you feel up to doing this again?"

"Sure, because it's not mine. Look at the card."

Yes, there in the card, "Dear Jack ... Love, Patti."

I looked at Patti, my mouth hanging open, shocked to the core. A brilliant and beautiful young woman, she could do so much better if she wasn't encumbered by a child.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't angry. These women knew how easily outmaneuvered I can be and they'd hit me right where a man is weak, flattering my reproductive organs. And, yes, even though I wanted more of my wife's attention, I did want more children. Something very primitive within me, that was certain.

No sign of anger or fear crossed my face, I could not bear to have Patti feel rejection from me. I slowly regained my wits and put my hands where she could hold them and we squeezed each other's hands while we gazed in each other's eyes.

I finally said, in unison with her, "Wow..."

If a man does not (at least occasionally) fantasize about impregnating a woman he has a serious problem. I had problems, but not that one. While I never had really considered impregnating Patti, it was obvious here and now that this had been planned.

And planned well. That sounded like Robyn. She was our guru for Concept and Planning phases.

I got up, leaned over the table, and kissed Patti. I tried to put as much feeling into it as I could.

So now I was going to be a daddy again, though this was fraught with differences: I wasn't married to Patti, she was quite single. I still was going to do what I could for her. A look at Silva told me that she knew what I was thinking already. (I keep on finding that all of these women around me can read me better than I can.)

We finished lunch and headed back to work, but I made sure to hug both Silva and Patti. Neelam came over expecting a hug so I gave her a nice squeeze as well. She then teased me with "Good, I don't have to get pregnant to get a hug from you..."

I think my hair stood straight up as I went "Uh ... Uh ... Uh ... Uh ...". I could swear that it looked like Silva was snickering.

We piled back into the big van and left the lot with me sandwiched in the back bench between Silva and Patti. Sure, it was only 15 minutes back to the office, but we spent the time being affectionate. Carla and Kenny didn't pass up that opportunity either.

It was fortunate that Patti could come off of her anti-seizure medicine for her pregnancy; Yes, she'd have more seizures but she wasn't going to be alone. Silva made especially sure of that when I found Patti in bed with us, moving to cuddle up to me. I looked to my wife who looked at me and I could almost hear her telling me that Patti needed me.

So I concentrated on cuddling and rocking Patti as I had Silva during her pregnancy, every time she had gotten to feeling low and insecure.

That was the pattern for her pregnancy, with Silva there to push us together.

Early on in the process she'd pulled me aside once and told me to be more aggressive in having sex with Patti, "She needs to feel that you're more aggressive in this, you need to act possessive of her, reassure her that her baby will make you so happy. Remember, I love her too and I don't want her feeling neglected."

So Patti got a lot of sexual activity during the first and second trimester; I even told her once, while on top of her and kissing her, that "Oh, I wish I could have more babies by you..." which really brought on a strong orgasm in her. I was surprised by her response to this; I always had thought that pregnancy was something women wouldn't want.

We were also trying to figure out why her seizures were not as frequent as we'd've expected, and, if anything, seemed to be weakening in frequency and duration. Her neurologist was quite pleased but couldn't explain it either.

It turned out that Robyn was only two months behind Patti so we had two households looking forward to blessed events. They would also discuss pregnancies at the office and so people treated them well. Patti never showed even the first signs of morning sickness; Robyn was mock-angry because she had a touch of it. (Keeping bags for her to toss her cookies into in the van was fortunate though she was able to manage it well to keep us from being subjected to the sound and fury. It was a good thing all the windows could open, too.)

Then came the surprise with the first sonogram; Patti had twins on the way, a boy and a girl. Robyn was found to be carrying a son as well.

In our bed, though, things continued with the things Silva whispering in my ear to have me almost rapacious towards Patti. Strike that "almost"; I occasionally (with Silva's voice in my ear) acting almost like a rapist as I jumped on her and, once I got off I would be tender to make up for my aggressive behavior.

What is it with women? Patti, pregnant with twins, got off even harder when I was very aggressive sexually, which, given how I wanted to care for her, seemed very paradoxical. I'd been brought up to believe that women wanted tenderness, cuddling, sharing and "soft" sex, so what was going on? It was Carla who finally explained it to me over lunch while both Robyn and Patti were draining their squeezed bladders.

"It's a matter of being desirable. When my husband is very turned on by me when I'm bulging and does his best to fuck my brains out, I know he loves me and my baby. It's weird, yes, but you show her how desirable you think she is, and her children, by being enthusiastic. She won't turn down cuddling and the like, but every now and then ... go get her, stud."

I blushed at this description of me. Carla even kissed me on the forehead.

Neelam was watching us and listening, her eyes real big. I turned to Silva, "I'm sorry I didn't do that for you sweetheart. I do love you."

She squeezed me, with "Now you know. And I love you, and I love what you're doing for Patti."

Patti had less than two months to go and was already starting to waddle. I got up, hugged her, and helped her sit down for her lunch. Silva smiled at us both.

I heard her tell Patti later, "Now remember this. I want you to help him remember when I'm having my next baby."

If I didn't know better is was like a co-conspirator's smile.

Patti ended up with a bunch of women in our extended family honked off at her: she was one of those rare women who do most of their labor contractions as is it's false labor but wasn't. We have no idea how long she was fully dilated before her water broke and the contractions started in earnest, at work. While awaiting the ambulance and EMTs to arrive we called down all of the company's nurses (we had three to act as liaisons to the customers) to help. We had no idea how far along she was until she was on the conference room table and Lori was looking up her vagina and nodding, telling us, "It won't be long now, she's fully dilated but not quite crowning yet. Hang in there!"

We did our best to avoid getting in the EMT's way as she was moved to the gurney and wheeled out of the room and to the ambulance; Silva, I and even Lori went with her.

I was getting funny looks as I held Patti's hand during the ride to the hospital from Lori, who turned to Silva and asked "Silva, I thought that Jack was _your_ husband."

Silva nodded, and said "Yes, but Patti wanted a baby so much that we thought it would be nice..."

Lori, an attractively soft black woman, looked me up and down. "And...?" she asked Silva to amplify.

"And he's a good man, a good husband, a good lover. I'm not giving him up, I just letting Patti use him here and there."

I was concerned where this was going, "Lori, please don't be the one to spread this around, OK? Patti is a wonderful young woman, bright, strong and worthy of love. And she's got fraternal twins in there."

The hospital rushed her up to a room in the Labor/Delivery unit where she was stripped down and admitted to the hospital. The fetal monitor came in and it wasn't until the resident looked confused that he finally listened to us tell him she had twins. He looked at her, looked at us, and had another fetal monitor belt in the room quickly and soon we were watching both babies' heartbeats change as each uterine contraction occurred. Lori had stayed with us as both Silva and I attended to Patti's discomfort. Lori stayed close as well, adding her own hand in stroking Patti's forehead as she went through contractions.

Two bassinets were brought in while we awaited action.

Our OB arrived, looked at Silva and I, then Patti, and even Lori and nodded to us all. He quickly checked everything, even looking at Patti's cervix, grunted in surprise, looked up to Patti and said "Don't push just yet. OK?"

Patti, panting, nodded back to him. When her contraction ended she said "I haven't even felt a desire to."

Silva nodded.

We suddenly had OB back and two more nurses and Patti's bed surprised us: It wasn't just a bed, it was a Transformer! She soon had her legs spread and room between them for the doctor to be there as the babies were born.

At 11:07AM Silva Patricia Lipton was born, her cry of awakening announcing her entrance into our family.

At 11:12AM Patrick Henry Lipton was born. It took more for his first wail but he was breathing fine and was (to my eyes) beautiful to my eyes, my third child. (And I learned that Patti preferred punny names.)

I had two new children, healthy, each with a headful of black hair, and we each got a turn holding them before they were placed on Patti's substantial breasts and each latched on. They were each smaller than Vivian had been but were both adorable.

After kissing Patti I wrapped my arms around Silva and whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, any time. Your choice, OK? I love you."

A muffled "OK" was heard from the region of my chest.

Lori was still with us and watched Patti smiling at me and Silva.

When I released Silva, we returned to Patti to continue comforting her as the staff took each child in turn to be cleaned, weighed, measured and footprints taken.

Leaving Silva with Patti, telling her we'd be back with the gang in the afternoon and Lori and I took a taxi back to the office.

Lori pulled me aside after I paid for the taxi, asking me "How do you keep two women satisfied? Why are they so ... happy?"

I shrugged, "Lori, I'm nothing special, at least to me. I don't see what they see, though, and I admit it feels good to me. I've got three children now to love and care for and ... I don't know. I'm happy. I didn't have much practice feeling happy 2 years ago, you know. So ..."

All I could do was shrug again.

Lori's sudden embrace of me was a surprise and I quickly did likewise, returning her embrace and squeezed her.

She felt nice as I hugged her back. "Lori, thank you, I was worried for Patti but you helped her a lot."

We embraced for a few more moments then returned to our own desks, where I called everyone in the gang (who was in the office today) over to let them know about the twins.

We pulled the pin early, piled into the van (even Sandy and Kim) for the ride over to the hospital. I think the staff was surprised by all of the people surrounding Patti. Silva Patti and I also dealt with the paperwork to ensure my own responsibility to my two youngest.

Kenny had a digital camera with him and took all kinds of pictures; I think those of me holding the babies were the biggest surprise to me since I could not recognize myself in them as that blissed-out man.

Considering what Silva had gone through (our first child was not a walk in the park for her tiny frame) and Patti's twins it was a miracle that Patti was asked by Carla, "So, when will you be doing it again?"

I'm not sure if it's a generic problem with women or if it's part of the same defect that made them find me lovable; She got this beatific look on her face and added, "As soon as I heal from these two. So, Jack, you gonna be ready for an encore?"

It's funny how this came out of the blue just as a front of fog rolled in.

I found myself on the floor with my head in Neelam's lap and Silva's face in mine; When my wife saw me awake, she leaned forward and kissed me. Thoroughly. Then is was Neelam's turn, leaning over and her substantial accoutrements made themselves comfortably familiar with my head. I was very comfortable. Even on the floor like that.

"I'm sorry, I guess the surprise..."

Silva and Neelam smiled at me, Silva adding, "I've explained to Patti that she needs to put off her next pregnancy until we make another one. Does that help?"

I nodded. Neelam's breasts were a comfort too.

Carla was there next to us and turned to Silva and asked, "How can you be so comfortable sharing your husband? Don't you want him all to yourself? I'd be pretty upset sharing Kenny with anybody..."

Silva looked pensive, turning sad at times, before she could frame an answer, something I'd never gotten a good explanation for. "Carla, I guess for me it's cultural, I don't think I was ever taught to expect a monopoly on my husband, so, with someone I love as much as I love Patti and Neelam, it's easier to share him, knowing he cares. And, really, it hurts him that I can't orgasm like the others, so this helps me keep him from hurting too much."

It was later that I saw some of the pictures Kenny took at around that time.

I'm such an easy man to manipulate. I didn't know I could look like that, the pure adulation for my wife so visible on my face. Little did I know where that picture would find its way ...

Home again with the babies three days later found Tia happy to have more children to care for. Patti's not insubstantial mammaries were quite productive as well and I witnessed some good-natured competition between the two. The twins were not about to go hungry.

The house was starting to get a little tight with four adults, a teenager and a toddler and two infants. With at least another two children within another year this was going to get full fast. I started looking at half of the garage (this house had a two-car garage but I only really had one car, which I didn't keep in the garage anyway).

Within two weeks I'd finished putting together my new server room in the garage, ensuring power and air conditioning for the systems and ran the necessary cables to my distribution switch for the house; I got a lot of help from Neelam and Tia for this project. Just about everybody in the gang helped the one week-end to move the machines, bringing them up in their new home. The dining room was usable again but we moved the den's contents in and made a new room for Vivian and Tia to share, freeing space in the nursery. All through this Patti was still sleeping with Silva and I so I'd often awaken with a woman on each shoulder. This does wonders for the male ego.

So it was two weeks later that I found myself being ridden by Silva when I woke up, Patti lying on her side, head propped up to watch us, when I could spare a glance she had that Mona Lisa smile on her.

I was not far from my orgasm and I could feel Silva doing her best to clench and milk me, so I had little choice to surrender, slamming myself up and giving her the product of my balls.

She cuddled on top of me, I stroked and scratched her back, kissing her, exchanging much gentler good mornings.

I was content, until I realized that Patti had moved and was touching and teasing my balls, which, between the stimulation of Silva's vagina and her weight on me, I didn't soften much, and, in fact, got hard again. I was aflame, I was ready to roll over and go at Silva again, but she made a recommendation we followed and I was kneeling behind her, doggy position, pounding away at her wet and slippery box, with only one thing on my microscopic mind- to inseminate my wife.

Silva was fortunate that she could mentally give herself a mild orgasm by concentrating on the sensations (and it didn't hurt that we'd hunted down and did our level best to stimulate her "g" spot) so the long pounding seemed to help her enjoy my final delivery. We curled up together on the bed, still joined, when Patti said her first words in this whole process: "Wow. That is the way, isn't it."

Silva nodded to her.

Now I'm not completely stupid, OK? Mostly, perhaps, but not completely. I mentally counted off days from Silva's last period and got the expected answer. I kissed the back of her neck and told her, "I love you. We're getting together like this for the next, what, three days?"

A happy "purr-like" sound, a nod, and "Yes."

Jack Lipton, Jr. was conceived at that point and this was another fantastic affirmation of my performance as a lover, husband and father.

Patti had another child, a daughter, Roberta Lipton, and we held off on subsequent children to space them out a bit-- and to figure out how to explain things when they went to school.

It was amazing how we all stayed together in a large family like this given our disparate backgrounds. We had a large collection of children and Kim was pursued by one of our technical reps and soon wed.

Women are insane. I mean this. I didn't expect what I later got.

A week after Neelam and Tia were both sworn in an U.S. citizens (we were all there to cheer) Neelam woke me as she rode me with Silva and Patti in attendance, encouraging her.

Despite the distraction, I did the math. I grunted as I filled her up, making a new mother for this family.

My suspicion was confirmed when Neelam thanked me while we cuddled afterwards but then she made my hair stand on end: "... and Tia will like you this way too ..."