Matt and I sat with Kevin in his living room watching a play-off game while our wives sat in the kitchen. On my forays into that territory to fetch my own drinks and snacks I noticed that it looked like the regular poker game and, from the sight of the chips, that the lead kept shifting with each of my trips. My wife Jane seemed to be having a lot of fun playing and would smile and wave every time she saw me.
Well, I've never really liked card games. I seem to suffer from some kind of brain defect making game playing all but impossible. On top of that I'm not much into spectator sports, either, but can cope, more or less, with watching a football game with friends who aren't expecting me to really understand the complexities of the game as well as they do.
Fortunately, neither Matt nor Kevin are real fanatic fans of football, but, to me, were still intensely interested in the games. We got along pretty well though my ideas of fun have come in handy.
We'd all met primarily because our wives worked together and we all turned out to have a surprising number of real interests in common... including our work.
And, let me tell you, we all helped each other with work, too. I've gotten e-mails from Matt and Kevin for advice on technical problems-- like Matt's questions about specific features of the "vi" editor, or Kevin's about setting up raw logical volumes for a database-- and I had my own questions when trying to work out some Perl or Python scripting or fighting the nightmares of SQL. Yes, all three of us are techies in our jobs. Matt works in software development, Kevin's moving up to being a database guru and I'm the systems geek.
The funniest thing about all of us is that the three of us guys look enough alike to be mistaken for brothers... and have been. At the same time, none of our wives looked at all alike. My wife Jane, to my eyes, certainly is not plain, but, compared to Martha and Keri, she could be. Keri was a tiny woman of Japanese descent; none of us, including Kevin, her husband, could really pronounce her name and "Keri" was as close as anyone could get, so it stuck. Her hair was long, black, lustrous and must've been a bear to keep clean and out of the way for her job. Martha, though, was black, thin, with short curly hair, over six feet tall and totally intimidating. The three of them seemed to fit so well together far better than I would ever have believed. Watching them play poker is a sight to see, too.
Our wives were also highly educated, being nurses with full-time jobs at the local trauma center. Each had their own strengths and the ER considered themselves very lucky when they were working the same shifts.
As three couples we've done a lot of travelling together, to the point that we'd all chosen to share vacations. This being early January, some thinking was already underway about where the six of us would travel during the coming summer. I was hoping for another bareboat cruise down, this time down in the Caymans.
Mind you, most of the thinking and debating over vacation plans was being done by the women. Since none of us men wanted to piss off our wives by doing anything stupid, so we did our best to stay out of the way and practice the good husband mantra of "Yes, you're right, dear."
When the football game was over we were called into the kitchen as our wives finished off their last hands. We had a lot of practice synchronizing this trick, too.
I hope you realize that I've been told poker is not much fun when you're not playing for "something" of value, and, in the past, I've seen money change hands, but the women also used this mechanism to exchange favors, too. For instance, there was the time Martha had gotten Kevin and I to take care of repair tasks around the house that Matt wasn't as good at, or helping him with the lawn, gardening, plumbing and the like, all hidden as a way for our wives to pay off their gambling debts. It was actually fun this way and our own wives did their best to keep us happy with the arrangement.
Matt started a new pot of coffee while I put on water for tea as the women sat at one end and tallied up the "winnings".
"Boys," Martha announced, as soon as all six of us were finally relaxed and sitting with our drinks, "We've decided to pay off these gambling debts differently. You already know that each of us starts out a game with only ten of each kind of chip... and this time, each chip is for a different service from you guys. The white chips are for cunnilingus, the blue for doggie, red, missionary and the green ones are, to be silly, wild, so, if we pull up a green chip, we get to pick the sexual service that we want. I'm sure you're all aware, again, that, as usual, each chip has an initial on it-- 'J' for Jack and Jane, for instance. Whoever holds a chip with your initial on it is due sexual attention from you."
Matt and Kevin and I looked at each other, shocked. This went well beyond anything we've thought our wives capable of dreaming up and following through on, but, then...
"Wherever we hold our own initialled chips doesn't count, so we only count the chips we've gotten from someone else," my wife, Jane, picked up the explanation. "So, any chips with the 'J' I'm holding doesn't have any value."
If anyone had videotaped this it would likely have been much funnier watching us three men nodding in unison, our eyes glassy with shock.
It took until this moment for us to look at the piles of poker chips in front of our wives. Keri was noticeably the winner, albeit not by a whole lot.
It was only when each woman sorted out their chips that I could see how Keri had few of her own 'K' chips but plenty of 'J' and 'M' chips. It seemed intriguing, given how few of our 'J' chips my wife had and the shortage of 'M' chips in front of Martha.
I was shocked. So, when I looked at Matt and Kevin, were they. I spoke up first, with, "Are you really sure? Isn't this cheating? Jane, you've been pretty pissed off at me whenever I paid any attention to Martha or Keri, you know, and this... this... is a big change."
My wife smiled at me, then Matt and Kevin. "Yes, dear, but, given our," her eyes including Keri and Martha, "agreement, it's no longer cheating all of us have agreed, and I'm sure that you will all enjoy this arrangement."
Kevin frowned and turned to his wife, asking "Are you sure, hon? Is this because of the tests we had last month?"
Tests? Was something wrong with tiny Keri? I could feel a sense of foreboding forming in my head, worried that she could be sick. It was instantly dispelled when Keri softly explained "Yes, hon, in a way. It's a good thing all three of us have synchronized periods; Jane and Martha are going to go off the pill for this. Guys," she added, gathering us in with her eyes, "I know Kevin will be upset to hear me tell you this, but we've been trying to have a baby for a over a year, now... and we just discovered that my husband Kevin is sterile. So I'm going to use sperm from you two to make up for it, and he'll get comfort from your wives. OK?"
Martha and my wife Jane smiled as they nodded. I had no idea why they both looked so pleased. It sure explained the willingness to shuffle husbands around, especially coupled with the discussions Jane and I had over starting a family.
Kevin, though, looked crushed, having been outed in front of his closest friends. So would I, come to thing of it, if I'd been in his position... which made me think. "Hon, what are the chances that either-- or both-- like Matt or I are sterile, too?"
It was Martha's turn to answer "Oh, don't you boys remember last week when you got woken up with a blow job?" Martha and Jane suddenly smiled at Matt and I, given that hint.
Matt startled me by nodding at the same time I did, then his eyes went wide as he asked "You got samples?"
Jane nodded at him, "Sure did, I brought 'em to a lab where I could have 'em checked. Both of you have good sperm counts, though I did find out that my husband's were way up near the top end, which I didn't expect. This is why, over the next month, you two boys won't get to fuck your own wives... and we don't want either of you to jack off in the shower, either, and, let me tell you, none of us will give Kevin a chance to even think of playing with himself. We three have decided that we'll all start families, even if it is a bit unconventional."
Martha picked up the lecture from Jane and we all turned our heads to face her. "All three of you have expressed a desire to make babies. All three of you find all three of us attractive and desirable, too. All three of you love us, too, and think your wives are something special. We love you, too, and find all three of you attractive... and, just like you see us, sexually desirable, too. So we're going to shuffle the genes around a little bit, just to keep you all on your toes. For Keri, it'll be between Jack and Matt over which of you fathers her and Kevin's child. And, given that Kevin is sterile, we felt it was unfair that Jack can give Jane a baby or that Matt can give me one, too, so Jane and I are trading husbands. You boys will have to get used to some threesomes this next month."
Now, really, I've heard that threesomes are a common fantasy for a man, though, in my own mind, I always wondered how I'd feel facing Jane and another woman. Jane and Martha? Never entered my mind. Jane and Keri? Ditto. It seemed like an impossibility, but, then, I realized... Me and Kevin with, say, Martha? Or Me and Matt with Keri? This was... ummm... rather less appetizing. I looked over at Matt and he didn't seem to have grokked this issue though Kevin looked a bit less anxious than I felt. Jane and Martha were better observers and had noted my facial expressions and Jane spoke up, saying, "Yes, boys, not only will you occasionally have two women to please, we will have two men to please us at times, too."
This time Matt looked pole-axed as he finally did the math. Even Kevin seemed to have missed the latter half until it was explained. In hindsight, it was the shock on their faces realizing that a woman might want to have two men with her at the same time that actually got me to relax over it. It was clear that neither of my friends had any homosexual tendencies.
Keri finally spoke up, saying "So we want to make sure that we have all of you approving this plan. I want a baby. I will entertain Jack and Matt on alternate nights for the next four weeks. When Jack isn't with me, he's with Martha, and, when Matt isn't with me, he'll be sleeping with Jane. Do all of you agree? Are you willing to not merely go along with this plan but are you enthusiastic?"
It was time for us three guys to step away and huddle again. Even with my anxieties, I was willing to go along with it. I can't claim wild enthusiasm because I didn't want to fuck up my marriage... or either of the other two. I noticed both Matt and Kevin had their worries but the idea of having open relationships were something they wanted to try out. I mentioned the problem with paternity with Kevin and he told me that if Martha or my wife fucked anywhere near as good as Keri did, he'd be happy because Keri would be happy. Given how much the three of us looked alike, too, he said it was easier since any baby would look like "us".
Matt popped his head up and asked the women "What about a second child?"
I heard laughter from all three before Keri answered with "For me, the one who didn't make me pregnant gets to fuck me without a rubber or diaphragm, so that both of you give me a baby. For Jane and Martha? We've already talked it over and they'll want Kevin to decide, at that point, whether he wants the same shuffle or will be comfortable to let you put babies into your own wives."
Back into the huddle and we all came to an agreement. While it might not have been a wildly enthusiastic agreement, we all knew that this would make all of our wives happy. And, to all three of us, that mattered. We knew our wives would do their best to make sure we were happy.
We broke up the huddle and re-joined our spouses at the table again. Kevin spoke up, "I agree."
I spoke up next, adding, "I'm agreeable. I just don't want to fuck up my marriage or anyone else's."
Matt nodded and said "Yeah, I'm OK with this, and I agree with Jack, too. I don't want to be the loser, here, and I don't want Kevin to feel like the loser, either."
Keri's smile damn near blinded all of us and we all watched her get hugs from Jane and Martha.
Keri then nodded to Martha as she started talking to Kevin, locking their eyes together. While Kevin's attention was on his wife, I watched Martha, from the corner of my eye, get a rather feral smile on her face just before she slid under the table. Kevin was oblivious to Martha's motion though Matt and I glanced at each other and he smirked.
Kevin made a sudden confused squeak in tune with the sound of a zipper being lowered. This broke up the tableau as his efforts to back off from the table started. Keri stopped him by calling him and, staring in his eyes, said "Don't move, hon, just let it happen..."
I heard noises from under the kitchen table that I'd only heard in porn flicks before. Porn flicks that Jane hadn't wanted to know about. My own erection strengthened, tenting my pants and reduced the likelihood that I was willing to stand up and expose my excitement.
Keri's eyes, once Kevin had rolled his head back, sighing in pleasure, gathered Matt's attention and mine. She then told us, loudly enough to be heard over Kevin's moans, to flip a coin.
Within five minutes, Keri was spread-eagled on the table, Matt having won the toss and wasting little time in getting his dick into her and starting a hard, pounding fuck. I watched in shock as long as I could without moving as Jane pulled a green chip with an 'M' out of Keri's pile and put it back in Martha's pile.
Kevin growled when he came, obviously into Martha's mouth, and we listened to the sounds of Keri squeaking as Matt gave her a dose. As Matt rested I could hear sounds that had to be Martha cleaning Kevin's dick. I finally backed away from the table given how wilted my member had become and finally compared, for the first time, Kevin's still fairly hard and wet dick with Matt's, and, by extension, my own, even with it limp and still inside my pants.
I think that one of the reasons I'd always been anxious with the whole issue of exhibitionist sex had been my fear that I'd come up short in the shorts. Today, shockingly, I finally had proof that my worries were well-founded. Of the three men, I was the shortest, right where it counted.
Given the confirmation of my fears of inadequacy in such a public venue, I chose to flee the scene. First, I ran out the door, abandoning everyone, including my wife Jane, got into my car, burned rubber and sped for my own home... and the illusion of safety.
Safety was illusory, of course, because my front door hadn't been closed more than ten minutes by the clock, though it seemed a lot shorter in my head, when Martha burst into the house and led Keri to me in the the den.
I'd been fumbling for the keys to my gun cabinet with one hand while taking sips of vodka from a tumbler in my other hand. I hadn't quite gotten them loose when I was tackled by Martha and, based upon the missing time, knocked out. I think my head bounced off of my desk chair on the way to the floor.
My awakening brought with it a sense of disappointment. Given my feelings prior to being knocked out and my desire to drop dead in order to avoid the shame of being shown how little a man I was, awakening was not my first choice. I had no idea how long I had been out and the memories brought regrets that I hadn't moved quicker. If I had only bypassed the liquor cabinet I would have made my permanent escape from pain.
I was still alive, though, and felt, emotionally, like shit. More memories of the night before brought back the sense of wanting to be nothing. Why couldn't people have left me alone?
Unfortunately, unconsciousness isn't something that can be extended when one is still alive. In some ways I regretted being alive. If this was depression, I understood it a lot better than I would have preferred, because it sucked.
It hurt my head when I tried to crack open my eyes so I decided to shift my position a little bit... and found I couldn't move. With this realization my eyes snapped open and I looked around despite the sudden pain in my head from the light.
Once I recovered from the shock of opening my eyes, I recognized the room. I was still in my home, in our spare bedroom, strapped down tightly to what looked like a gurney. Taking a piece by piece inventory of my body, I eventually realized that my penis was uncomfortable for a reason, concluding that I'd been catheterized so I wouldn't need to pee. I wondered how any need to defecate had been handled. Given my position I was able to look down over my body and could see the tube running out from under the towel laying across my crotch while the rest of me was uncovered. There was also an IV running into my right arm and a pulse oximeter on my left index finger. My good set of headphones covered my ears, completing the picture and muffling some of the noises I'd have expected to hear.
All right, none of this made sense. I did my best to look around and called for Jane. My hearing is sensitive enough that I think I would have been able to hear a response from her despite the headphones cutting down on sounds. It sounded like I was alone in the house.
Unfortunately for me, I couldn't DO anything to distract myself. I was awake, I was alert... and I couldn't move. I couldn't turn on a TV or even a radio and the phone was just as much out of reach. I was fortunate that, at the time, I hadn't realized that I wouldn't be able to scratch an itch, either.
There was a muted beep and whir from an instrument behind me and I felt the world fade again.
My next awakening occurred with Jane and Keri standing on each side of me. I was feeling pretty mellow so the feeling of being strapped and trapped was muted. I couldn't seem to get angry. It wasn't hard to conclude that they'd drugged me, but, at the time, I didn't care. There were times at work when I'd love to feel this relaxed.
Jane smiled sweetly at me which added to my sense of bliss and asked me "Why were you running from Keri, dear?"
I tried to answer but was having problems phrasing my reply. My mouth opened and closed a couple of time before I gave up on trying to talk.
Keri's hands were suddenly cradling my face, pulling me to look into the enchanting eyes I'd found alluring for so long at the same time scared of the feelings they brought. This time I felt like I was falling in to those eyes as her face moved closer and closer...
When Keri's lips touched mine my eyes drifted closed. The kiss deepened and I started to contribute to it, sharing the effort to exchange affection. Had I not been still tightly bound, my arms would have wrapped around her to hold her in place.
Now I've been known to lose my sense of time while Jane and I kissed, and, well, this kiss wasn't any different despite the change in players. Just like with Jane, it felt like the kiss ended at least half an hour before I was ready for it. I missed her lips and lively little tongue the instant they withdrew and I moaned.
This time Keri, looking into my eyes, asked me "Were you running from me?"
I shook my head and was able to speak, finally, saying "No, I was running away to hide how much less a man I am than Kevin and Matt."
If I'd had more of my wits about me, I would have been able to worry about telling the truth so easily. I don't like to talk about sex, after all, and here I was, willing to answer her question without any hesitation.
Jane, my wife, harrumphed, adding, "Yeah, right. Like you don't get me off! Kevin's OK enough in the sack and so is Matt... but neither of them is you. I love you, hon, and really love the way you love me, even if I enjoy their attentions, too. I'm not about to trade you in on a different model, you know. So what's really wrong?"
I sighed, pursed my lips for Keri to peck, then looked over to Jane "C'mon, hon, you know! I have the smallest dick of the three of us. Mister Teeny-Tiny Dick, at your service!"
June frowned at me. "You forget that size isn't everything, dear, and, in case you've forgotten, what's most important to a woman like me-- and Keri, and Martha-- is who it is part of. Add to the emotional and intellectual aspects of a person, the anatomical factors a pretty limited. As a for instance, a woman's nerve endings are clustered near the entrance, not deep in the vagina, and you do a good job of making those feel good to me. On top of that, hon, sure, a bigger dick can feel good, but, hon, your kisses sure light my fire, and Kevin-- and Matt, too-- aren't as good in the kissing department as you are. Given what I've discussed with Keri and Martha, too, they want you to train their husbands in how to put their mouths where they're used to putting a money shot."
I laughed at the phrasing and the face she made to tease me. Once my laughter died down a bit, I seemed able to think more clearly and was getting a bit pissed off over still being strapped down and I told them that, adding, "so, why am I tied down?"
Jane sighed and looked particularly angry with me. "You are not going to blow your own brains out, you hear me? I want you to make babies! First in Martha, then, hopefully in Keri, too, while Matt plants one in me."
This irritated me, of course, but it was the competitive factor over Keri that really raised my hackles. Said hackles were not within the confines of the straps, either, and I showed them, growling out, "I really think that Matt's two inch advantage leaves me out of the race, hon. And... when will you unstrap me?"
Jane stared at me, irritation on her face, snapping, "What? Don't you even want to try ?"
I sighed. "It's a waste of effort and Keri's time, hon, for me to try. I think it's better if I declare a default and just give up on that whole game. Hell, the only reason I have any chance at all with Martha is because there's no competition."
Before Jane could start answering my question, Keri grabbed my face again. She looked pissed. "Don't you want me?"
Looking in her eyes again I said "Of course I want you, just don't waste time and chances with me when you're fertile, all right? Matt is much better equipped to do the job, you know."
Keri's eyes looked sad as she said "But... don't you want to try?"
I closed my eyes to keep myself from crying from the look in hers as I answered, in an unsteady voice, "It's not the time trying that bothers me so much, it's the trying and failing regardless that gets to me. I don't like to fail. Ask Jane."
Jane must have pulled Keri away and I listened, my eyes still closed, as they left the room. I laid there, still strapped down, unable to move, and cried over the whole damned situation. I thought that it would have been a lot less stressful if I hadn't been expected to jump up and push myself into Keri in front of the other guys.
When someone re-entered the room, it was Keri's scent I smelled. When I opened my eyes I could see she was alone, so I asked "Where's Jane?"
Keri smiled. "Heading for Matt's. Martha is on her way here. Do you promise me... and Jane, and Martha... not to hurt yourself? Jane's already removed all of your guns, so you should know that we want you alive... and, preferably, happy, too. So... will you behave?"
I sighed. Outmaneuvered. Dammit. I nodded my acquiescence and told her "Yes, I'll behave. I'm not sure why, but I'll behave."
"Good," Keri said, happiness evident in her voice, which helped my mood. Her hand stroked side of my face gently and I felt a thrill run through me. "Once Martha gets here we'll get you disconnected and then get you loose."
It was strange and unexpected to see her pull out a syringe, make sure it had no air in it, and then do a push into the IV, before I could ask her what it was. "Jack, when this hits," she told me, "you'll be a lot more cooperative and open to me. Just relax, hon, everything will be all right, and just listen to me, OK?"
Whatever was in that needle was starting to hit me and I had little choice but to nod my agreement. The first real effect was that I wasn't worried about anything at all-- she could do whatever she wanted to me and I'd do whatever she told me to do.
Mind you, I was also having a problem paying attention to what she was telling me, too. I knew she was talking to me and that I must have been answering but I was left with no idea or memory of what we talked about. It did stick in my mind, though, that whatever she told me was going to be fine.
It was quiet when I got more of my wits about me shortly after Martha walked into the room, looking me up and down. "He about ready to be let loose?"
My little lover Keri...
I was confused. Why did I feel like Keri was my lover? And Martha, too? They saw my frown and Keri asked me "What is bothering you?"
Before I could shut myself up I heard my mouth insert a foot in it: "I wonder why I think of you both as my lovers."
Two broad smiles appeared and washed away the frowns I'd seen on both of these exotic women. With their smiles came a sense of euphoria. I felt wonderful. I felt loved. I've felt that with Jane but this wasn't in the middle of a blow job, this was just how they looked at me.
I couldn't help but react to this and the one part of my body that hadn't been strapped down stood up.
It is strange that they giggled as they gently removed the catheter.
As the IV catheter was removed from my arm, Martha was using her mouth on me. Keri's touch was gentle and comforting on my arm and then she kissed me again.
I don't think it took long for Martha to get a good taste of my spend... and I recovered quickly as Keri and Martha spent time passing it back and forth with each other.
Having been strapped down for over eighteen hours had me feeling both weak and dizzy, though, really, it might have been the amount of blood that had been diverted southwards to keep my saluter saluting.
Both of these women, like my wife, were easily pleased, coming quickly. First I got to be ridden by Keri, at least until she found her climax, and then Martha rode me until we both went off.
Nothing softens a man's resolve as something that hardens his dick. Having my brains fucked out by two enthusiastic women smoked the last bit of reluctance I'd been carrying.
As I cuddled between these two women, spooning on the bed, I was told that my short dick had a useful component.
"Jack," Keri started, "your cock was good. I like it. Sure you don't go too deep... but I wasn't distracted by you hitting my cervix. My womb doesn't like being pushed around too much and you didn't do that, so I could pay attention to everything down there."
I heard the "Mmmmmm" from Martha, spooned behind me as I spooned Keri, before she muzzily said "What she said. I do like a good pounding but you're a good size."
Keri made a purring noise, as did Martha. Before I dozed off, I realized I was making the noise, too.
I spent the next month with Martha living in my house and with Keri visiting every other night. Jane stayed with Matt in his house. Kevin alternated with whoever wasn't hosting Keri so that we alternated the kinds of threesomes we would experience.
The first time I shared Martha with Kevin I was sweating. I didn't realize how much he was sweating, too. Afterwards I was feeling a lot more comfortable, not just with the plan, but with my self, as well. If anything, my feelings of inadequacy were fading fast.
What surprised me the most was that one of us would do the fucking and the other would get oral attention from Martha and then we'd swap ends.
I have no idea how Jane or Keri would respond to this but Martha often seemed to enter a state of almost constant orgasm as Kevin and I took turns. Martha's pussy was alive and electrifying which shortened our fuses.
That pattern lasted the first week. The second week Martha told us she wanted to try double penetration...
Having my hard cock in a woman's anus is weird. Having it there when she's coming very hard from having two men in both places at the same time is... is...
Mind you, with the whole... ahem... thrust of this arrangement, it usually started out with me in Martha's vagina and Kevin in her back door. Once my first load was wrung out of me, we'd all wash very carefully and switch. And, given Martha's encouragement and enthusiasm, wash and switch again. And maybe a few time more, too. I could not believe how much K-Y jelly we went through, though Martha did walk funny the following day. We took it a lot easier on her after the first night.
One night as we lay in a post coital heap Martha told me that once all three women were pregnant that they wanted to try out triple penetration. At the time she said this I was still in her butt and softening. Kevin was down for the count but Martha got an ass-fucking from me without anyone in her vagina for the first time since we'd made this arrangement.
My nights with Martha and Keri were, well, strange, at first. Martha told me that Keri took priority on those nights, given how she wanted to give me a good chance of impregnating Keri.
Now my homophobia only applied to men, and, in talking, I discovered that both Kevin and Matt shared my distaste for it, but watching Keri and Martha "help" each other sure put lead in my pencil, multiple times.
I also got to show off my oral skills when I was ridden by both at the same time. Mind you, every woman is different and each of the three women required slight changes in both strategy and tactics to get them off quickly.
Being told that Jane was also comfortable with her bisexual relationships turned me on as well.
All three of our wives missed their periods. While using pregnancy test kits might seem redundant, we wanted to be sure. All three women were pregnant and we all celebrated getting our families... well, "family"... started. Over the next week each woman tried out "pulling a train" using all three of us men on one of the women. It was wild. It was exciting. It was great to be in my own wife, again. It was a bonding experience for all six of us to watch the women accept us all.
Vacation with three pregnant women who were in their second trimester was on a bareboat charter in the Virgin Islands, not the Caymans this time. We spent a lot of our time bare, too, and went through a huge quantity of sunscreen and sunblock.
Our main problem is that our wives were insatiable during their first trimester and damn near wore our dicks out. The second trimester showed a slight reduction in their sex drives. We didn't understand it though we welcomed the occasional day of rest.
It was after our return from vacation when we discovered that tiny little Keri was carrying fraternal twins, one of each sex. Jane and Martha were only carrying one passenger each and so we were speculating on Keri's cargo.
We all went shopping for a larger house to share, finding an old apartment house near the hospital that was a bit run down and affordable. After selling our houses we formed a corporation which would own the building and did the work to make it comfortable for all of us.
Keri had to have a caesarean section to birth the twins. Healthy yet still tiny, the children seemed to thrive right away even as Keri recuperated from the surgery. The girls used their covert connections to get paternity tested and I learned I had given Keri a son while Matt had fathered a daughter.
How these twins could have been conceived this was was a mystery simply because we'd love to arrange that again, even though it was unlikely.
Jane's time arrived and Matt's son was a strong and healthy baby.
I was on pins and needles waiting for my daughter by Martha to be born. Martha's delivery was two days after Jane's and the baby was adorable.
A year and a half later Keri called for a family conference.
Given how all of us were living together and helping to care for the children this wasn't hard to arrange. We all sat at the nice big dining room table as Keri spoke up that she wanted more children. The enthusiastic smirks on Jane's and Martha's faces were proof that they were more than merely agreeable to another batch of children. I'd been hearing whispers about this but the three "dads" were more than content to go along with the idea of expanding our family.
Keri elected to alternate between Matt and me again, as she had before, even though the hope of having a pair of twins as she had before was unlikely. Kevin, when asked whether we should swap Martha and Jane again, told us to just rotate partners while in the same room, adding, "They're all our children so it doesn't really matter who belongs to who any more. So just rotate it, one-on-one, and whoever impregnates which woman shouldn't matter, as long as we keep it in the family."
People do look at us odd when we travel with our children and see us not segregating child-rearing, especially given the racial mixing, but, then, they don't understand "Family".
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