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Subject: {ASSM} Minding the Girls 16/16 (mf mg)
Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 23:10:06 -0500
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{The Paganist} Minding the Girls 16/16 (mf, mg)
 
 
     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.
 
     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.
 
     I would appreciate any feedback on this story, even flaming
(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).
 
          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)
 
 
 
                      Minding the Girls
 
                       by The Paganist
 
 
                         Chapter 16
 
                  The End of the Beginning
 
     In the months that followed my life was bliss.
 
     Our sex life settled into a routine of taking turns punctuated 
by occasional threesomes and sometimes even a foursome.  They had it 
all planned and I had no say in the matter.  If anyone needed 
particular attention one night she would be accommodated by the 
others without question and everything seemed idyllic (no one would 
even consider taking advantage of the others).
 
     One day Collette said that she thought that she might be 
pregnant.  This prompted a family discussion during which it 
transpired that Susie also thought she might be pregnant.  I could 
see that there was a tinge of envy in Elaine so I made sure that we 
sat on the couch and I cuddled her as the discussion progressed.  We 
could all see awkward questions coming that would attract the 
attention of people who would want to know what was going on.  I just 
dreaded the thought that we may all have to go back to the old 
existence of 'no contact.'
 
     The women went into fast three-way communication mode and I 
didn't even try to follow (they were better at both planning and 
communicating than I was).
 
     They came up with an idea.  It all boiled down to selling the 
houses and buying another large house in an area where prices were 
low then we could bank some money to help provide a long term income 
and all live together as one family.  
 
     There followed a bit which I could see they were a bit nervous 
about and wanted to sound me out to see if I'd go along with it.
 
     If Susie and I were married, and we timed the move right, 
everyone would assume that we had twins and leave us alone.  I asked 
the girls how they felt about this (I didn't want anyone to feel left 
out - particularly Elaine whom I still sometimes thought of as my 
girlfriend).  She seemed happy with the idea especially if it meant 
that the present arrangement could carry on.
 
     It would be my task to find suitable places to live and find out 
what the financial position would be (with Susie's help - she seemed 
to have a flair for the money side of things).
 
     I soon found that the problem wasn't finding places but short-
listing them but after a few weeks we had a list of possible places.  
 
     During the girls mid-term holiday we toured the chosen area to 
find somewhere that was private enough for our needs (we'd all become 
addicted to going naked unless the weather dictated otherwise).
 
     Several of the places we looked at were totally unacceptable 
some would do at a pinch but a few were ideal for what we had in 
mind.
 
     Susie and I were married in the winter.  It was a quiet registry 
office wedding and the only other people present were the girls and a 
couple of paid witnesses.  We didn't have a honeymoon because our 
life was one long honeymoon.
 
     By late spring we were ready to move.  Collette had delivered a 
baby girl, the cutest little bundle that ever there was, and Susie 
had delivered a fine healthy boy, which made her day.
 
     In our new home Elaine had become the woman of the house as most 
of the homemaking fell to her (Susie was very large in the late 
stages and needed a lot of rest).  I noted that Elaine even bossed 
Susie about a little at times (but only when she needed it).
 
     Our new home was on its own about a quarter of a mile down a 
private road.  The house was a five bedroom detached property in the 
countryside.  The area had high unemployment and so prices were low.  
We'd managed to put a chunk of cash in the bank and the income from 
this meant that we'd never need to work.
 
     We nearly had an argument over whether we should have an outdoor 
swimming pool or a smaller indoor pool, built in an extension.  
Eventually we compromised with the outdoor pool and a family sized 
hot tub indoors (I still enjoy a get together in the tub at least 
once a day).  
 
     Elaine sometimes got a bit broody when she saw Collette and 
Susie with their babies and had more than once suggested that she'd 
like to have one herself.  I kept saying that it might be better to 
leave it till later (there's plenty of time yet) but I knew that if 
she kept asking I'd have no choice but to go along with what she 
wanted (I never could say no to her).
 
     The local people thought that I was the girl's father and since 
it suited our purpose we just went along with it.
 
     Collette's baby was registered as father unknown and took 
Collette's name, which of course was also Susie's and mine so 
everybody assumed that it was ours (which of course it was).  
 
     Susie was on the pill, as were the girls.  She'd decided that 
she didn't want any more children.  If she still felt that way in a 
couple of years she'd get sterilised.
 
     With the arrival of summer the stress of moving was over and the 
summer sun and atmosphere was such that we were again spending lots 
of time in the pool and in the hot-tub at night.  This became such a 
fun routine that the television hardly got a look-in.  The babies 
were looked after by whoever was up (that was hardly ever me as I 
always had other more pleasant chores).
 
     My only real worry was Collette.  I remembered the stories about 
how she'd learned about this, that, and a lot of the other, from 
other kids in the school playground and couldn't help wondering if 
she might slip sometime, and say the wrong thing or be overheard by 
the wrong person.  The balloon could easily go up, but she seemed to 
understand the necessity of suitable appearances.
 
     She kept this up even to the extent of warning us that she'd be 
inviting some friend to sleep over.  She'd gone out of her way to 
cultivate friends for just this purpose at school.  The planning 
ability of these girls is amazing.  My gain will be an irrecoverable 
loss to the world of politics.
 
     I reflected that life was amazing.  I started out as a nineteen 
year-old virgin only a year ago.  I'd never even had a girlfriend and 
as far as I could see there wasn't even the possibility of a 
girlfriend.  Here I was with my own harem of women that were always 
ready to please (and wanting to be pleased) and there was no arguing, 
fighting or even any sharp words.  And it had only taken one short, 
but also gloriously long, year.
 
     I remember feeling jealous of the 'studs' at school.  
 
     If only they could see me now.
 
     But then I'm glad they can't.
 
 
 
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