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"Island Paradise: DevKris" - Chapter 10 of 10 (Finale!)
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Written by: HighlanderJM - (c) 2003
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** Two Years Later **
"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy
birthday dear Devon (or Devvy)... happy birthday to you!"
"Yay!" Devon squealed in pure delight, clapping her hands
together, once Kristanna and yours truly finished our best
rendition of that particular song here at the dinner table.
"Blow out the candles, princess," I told Devon, motioning
toward the scrumptious chocolate cake perched directly in
front of her. With 28 candles lit up and flickering away,
Devon took a deep breath and then blew all of them out in
just one try. "Yay... I did it!"
"Did you make a wish?" Kristanna inquired.
Devon looked at Kristanna and me, then at our pair of
children - 15 month old Ariel, and four month old Kaden.
"All of my wishes have already come true."
"Awwwww..." Kristanna cooed, leaning over and stealing a
quick kiss from her birthday girl of a bride.
Although Devon gave birth to our daughter, Ariel, and
Kristanna bore our son, Kaden, my two wives considered
themselves equal mothers of both children. They were, in
their own words, "co-Mommies", and had every intention of
having Ariel and Kaden (and any future children we may have)
refer and think of both of them as their dual mothers. It
was quite a unique idea on their part, but I endorsed it.
Devon looked at me and made a face. "You didn't spend
too much money on me for my birthday... did you, Jeremy?"
"I spent the same amount of money on you as I did on
Krissy when it was her birthday last October."
Devon's jaw dropped open. "Jeremy! You bought Krissy
that $80,000 boat on her birthday last year! I TOLD you not
to spend a lot of money on me! You know I don't like it!"
I shrugged my shoulders and held both hands out. "Who
else do I spend my money on? I have you and Krissy, Ariel
and Kaden. Other than my family back in the United States,
and Krissy's parents here on Anguilla, I don't have a whole
lot of outlets for my money. I need to spend it."
"Lighten up, Devvy," Kristanna advised her. "Presents
are good things. Not bad things. Or maybe you just hate
having a birthday each year. I'd understand."
"Hate having a birthday?" Devon asked. "Why would I hate
having a birthday? I love birthdays! Everyone's birthday!"
Kristanna offered her most coy, innocent look. "I don't
know, Devvy. I thought maybe it was because you're getting
older with every birthday." Kristanna smiled and added,
"One of these years, we'll have to put you out to pasture
like an old, beat-down horse."
Devon huffed and exclaimed, "_Out to pasture_? I'm only
28, Krissy! Besides, you have birthdays every year, too.
You're not getting any younger."
"No matter what, you'll ALWAYS be older than me," the
25-year-old teased, even sticking her tongue out. "Ha ha!
We'll have to put you in the old age home soon, Devvy."
"Old age home?" Devon retorted. "I don't think so."
"What about me?" I asked Kristanna. "I just turned 31
six days ago myself. I'm older than both of you."
"We're already plotting your demise, Jeremy," Kristanna
snickered, being her usual, playful self. "We're going to
have the nursing home people come and take you away one day
soon." She flicked her hand and giggled, "Off you'll go."
"In maybe 40 or 50 years," I corrected her.
Devon latched both arms around me from the side and
looked at Kristanna. "I'll never let them take Jeremy away
from me! Never! Not in a million years!"
"31 is not much older than you, peaches."
"Maybe so, but you have the body of a 100-year-old!"
Kristanna laughed. "That's why you need to be taken away!"
She turned toward Ariel, who was seated in a high chair
at the dinner table. "What do you think, sweetie? Do you
think Daddy is an old man who needs to be taken away?"
Kristanna nodded her head several times, finally getting
Ariel to mimic her and do the same. "SEE, Jeremy? Even
Ariel thinks that you are old!" Kristanna looked back at
Ariel, then motioned toward Devon. "Is Mommy an old hag?"
"Krissy!" Devon complained. "That's not nice!" Devon
leaned in close to Ariel and giggled, "Tell Mommy that she
is not being nice tonight! She needs some nice pills!"
"Kristanna needs a spanking," I gently chuckled.
"OH!" the Norwegian grinned. "That reminds me! In
addition to `Happy Birthday', I have another song to sing
for Devvy! Come on, Ariel... help me with it!" The young
toddler began dancing back and forth in her high chair as
Kristanna went into verse, "Oh, oh, oh! We're gonna have
fun tonight! Fun tonight! Yes we are! We're gonna have
fun tonight! We're gonna whip Mommy's butt tonight! Whip
that thing red! Whip that thing raw! Whip, whip, whip!"
"Krissy!" Devon laughed. "Don't say that to Ariel! You
will poison her little, fertile mind."
"Her mind will be poisoned enough," Kristanna snickered.
"Her Mommy is a S-L-U-T. That's nothing to be proud of!
She will grow up with a poisoned mind."
Devon grunted and shook her head, but with a smile upon
her face. "When are you ever gonna stop calling me that?"
"When it no longer applies... which will be never."
Devon placed both hands upon her hips and glared at her
wife. "I be nice to you... and this is the thanks I get?
But it's okay. I know you mean nothing of what you say."
"I do too."
"Do not!"
"Do too!
"Do not!"
"S-L-U-T!"
"Why don't you open up some of your presents, dear?" was
my suggestion. "Open up that small box from Krissy first."
Devon nodded her head and lifted the package, but began
unwrapping it rather slowly. "I better be careful," she
told us. "Knowing Krissy, it wouldn't surprise me if this
present explodes with jell-o, and my whole face gets slimed."
"I'll remember that for next year!" Kristanna snickered.
"OH! YOU DIDN'T!" Devon's pretty blue eyes were wide
and glowing once she finished unwrapping the gift, "YOU
DID!" Devon was ecstatic as she inspected a Barbie doll
still encased in its original box.
"It's an original Barbie from 1959," Kristanna said, as
Devon eyed the fine print on the packaging. "I know you've
taken up collecting Barbies recently, honey. I hope that's
a good addition to your collection."
"It's a wonderful addition!" Devon gushed. "It has never
even been taken out of its box! It's still factory-sealed!
Where did you get this? And how much did it cost?"
"I bought it from a vendor over the Internet," Kristanna
answered. "Don't worry about how much it costs. Like it?"
"I love it!" Devon grinned. "And I love YOU!" She leaned
over and shared a warm embrace with Kristanna. "Thank you so
much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" When their embrace
ended, Devon pursed her lips together and stared at her gift.
"Hmmmmm... decisions, decisions. Should I open it or not?"
"It loses a lot of its value if you take it out of the
original box," I advised her.
Devon shook her head. "I don't care! I have no intention
of ever selling her." Devon carefully opened the package and
took the doll, which wore a swimsuit, out. "She will look
excellent standing in the middle of all my other Barbies on
the big display mantel I have." Devon offered Kristanna yet
another hug. "Thank you, angel! What a wonderful present!"
"Ariel wants to play with Barbie," I said, watching our
15 month old daughter reach out and try to grasp the doll.
"I don't think so!" Devon countered, placing the doll on
the other side of the table. With it well out of her reach,
Ariel flailed both arms about and went into a temper tantrum.
"Oh... settle down," Kristanna cooed. "Look. Here's
Lamby." She produced Ariel's favorite toy - a stuffed
animal in the shape of a lamb. "Lamby wants to play with
you, baby. Look... Lamby wants to play!" Still mad, Ariel
took the stuffed toy and threw it down to the floor.
"Ariel!" Devon squealed. "You shouldn't do that to
Lamby! Lamby is your friend!"
Ariel focused upon the Barbie doll across the table from
her and extended both arms, trying in vain to reach it. I
then placed a big pitcher of lemonade in front of the doll,
blocking Ariel's view of it. Maybe she would eventually
forget about it and settle down.
"You know how much she loves playing with those dolls,"
Kristanna murmured. "Just like her Mommy."
"I don't play with dolls!" Devon laughed. "I collect
them. I also collect teddy bears."
"Jeremy collects children," Kristanna chirped, motioning
toward Ariel and Kaden. "He has a lot of work ahead of him,
too - with two wives who both want to get pregnant again."
I smiled and chuckled at those words before handing Devon
a cream-colored envelope with a red ribbon attached. "This
is your first birthday present from me, princess. Open..."
Again, Devon took her time with the gift. But when she
finally broke the envelope's seal and pulled out a trio of
tickets from within, I went into explanation mode, "Those
are tickets for three - me, you and Krissy - to go on an
ocean cruise this June. It starts in New York City, and
ends seven days later in the Bahamas."
"You've always loved going on cruise ships," Kristanna
said to Devon, smiling. "We can leave the kids with my
parents and spend a couple of days at Atlantis in the
Bahamas before catching a jet and coming home."
"Atlantis?" Devon purred, her eyes flashing, as she looked
at me. "Atlantis is where we spent our first wedding night,
Jeremy. It's also where we proposed to Missy Krissy..."
I smiled and nodded my head. "We have a lot of good
memories tied up in that resort. I figure the cruise will
take seven days, then we can stay at Atlantis for three or
four days before coming home. How does that sound? We can
even stay longer if the two of you like. It's up to you."
"Your mom and dad won't mind watching the kids for us?"
Devon asked Kristanna, wanting to be sure.
"Not at all," Kristanna answered. "They'd love to."
"Thank you, Jeremy," Devon grinned, sliding her right arm
around my shoulder and squeezing tightly. "I love cruises!"
"I have another present for you," I said, handing her a
long, thin box with colorful gift wrap. Devon tore into
it, then squealed and giggled once she got a look inside.
"JEREMY! This is a cheerleader outfit!"
Kristanna nodded her head and grinned, "Looks like we're
going to be playing _stuff the cheerleader_ tonight!"
Devon playfully smacked my shoulder. "Jeremy! This
present is more for you than it is me!"
"Possibly," I grinned, defending myself in vain. "You
got a present that all three of us can enjoy. You can look
good wearing it, while me and Krissy admire the sight."
"That thing is going to be covered in C-U-M before the
evening is through!" Kristanna laughed, again spelling out
a _provocative_ word in front of our children instead of
actually saying it. "Perfect!" Kristanna retrieved Kaden,
our adorable four month old son, from his nearby playpen and
held him upon her shoulder. "Hi handsome," Kristanna cooed,
kissing him on the cheek. "How you doing, honey?"
Kaden used baby language to respond to his mother. His
eyes wide and looming, Kaden seemed to be in a happy mood
tonight. He was cavorting and ranting on with a very large,
constant smile upon his face. Maybe Kaden was in a good
mood because his other mother was celebrating her birthday?
Ariel giggled and waved at her brother. "Hi!"
Devon began to play peek-a-boo with Ariel, covering and
then uncovering her eyes in succession. Once Ariel started
doing the same, the game was on. "I see you!" Devon chirped.
"Oooooh... I see you! Where did Ariel go? There you are!"
"Hi!" Ariel squealed, now waving her hand at Devon. She
then waved her arms and looked at me. "Up-py!"
I laughed and smiled, realizing that Ariel wanted me to
pick her up and hold her. I did just that, balancing her on
my lap as we sat at the dinner table. Next, I pulled her
plate over to us and said, "You gonna eat the rest of your
maccaroni and cheese, honey?" Ariel took one noodle in her
hand and showed it to me, then put it in her mouth.
"Hmmmmm hmmmmm... good!" Devon smiled at her. "You like?"
Devon reached down and picked up Lamby - Ariel's favorite
stuffed animal - and placed it upon the table next to her.
"Eat your food, Ariel. You have to eat."
"Hi!"
Ariel picked up another noodle and showed it to me once
again before depositing it into her mouth. Rubbing her
shoulders and back as she sat in my lap, I kissed the crown
of Ariel's head and grinned at her. "Love you..."
"Where's your little leggy at?" Kristanna asked Ariel,
who responded by pointing at her upper thigh. "Good girl!"
She then pointed at Kaden. "Who is that?"
"Kaddy," Ariel answered.
"That's a good girl!"
I laughed again. "When my nephew Tommy was little, he
would call me Door. My sister always called me Jer instead
of Jeremy, but Tommy thought it was Door. My niece, on the
other hand... she used to call me Gare."
"Kaddy is closer to the real thing than any of those
names," Devon observed. She then looked at me and added,
"Which birthday present should I open next, DOOR?"
"Try the one from Krissy," I advised her.
Devon opened the next package, which had a collection of
five picture frames (all different sizes and each expensive)
inside. "Thank you, Krissy!" she gushed, taking each out
one at a time and inspecting them with her hands and eyes.
"I can never have enough picture frames, you know. Thanks!"
"Oh... you're welcome, baby," Kristanna countered, still
holding Kaden upon her shoulder. "Open the next one! The
big box I have sitting on the floor over there."
Devon scurried over to the large box with the bikini girl
gift wrap, then ripped it open. "What in the world...?"
"It's a candle making machine!" Kristanna informed her.
"You know how much me and you love candles, Devvy. Now, we
can make our own! Do you like it?"
"Of course I like it!" Devon told her. "I... I didn't
even know that anyone could buy a candle making machine.
Did you get this over the Internet, too?"
"Yeppers."
"Want to try it out later tonight?"
Kristanna smiled. "I'd love to."
"You have two more birthday presents, sweetheart," I said.
"One of them was too big for me to wrap, or bring inside."
"So where is it?"
I smiled at her. "In the driveway."
Devon's eyes nearly exploded. "The... _driveway_?" After
a moment of hesitation, Devon stood up from the dinner table
and bolted toward the front door of our estate here on the
Caribbean island of Anguilla. Not two seconds after Devon
stepped outside did I hear a loud, shrieking scream from her.
"I think she likes it," Kristanna grinned at me, before
rising from the table and carrying Kaden outside with her.
"JEREMY!" I heard Devon scream. "JEREMY!"
Laughing, I hoisted Ariel up with my right arm and went
outside. In the driveway was a brand new, silver-colored
Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet convertible.
A few months ago while we were on vacation in Hawaii,
Devon saw one of these vehicles and made the passing comment
to me that it had always been her "dream car". As someone
who enjoys making dreams come true - especially those of
Devon and Kristanna - I filed that little fact away in my
memory bank and made the decision to purchase it for her
birthday. The Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet convertible did
not come cheap, either - its MSRP was $84,000.
"JEREMY, ARE YOU INSANE?" Devon screamed at me, totally
shocked and awed. "HOW? WHY? YOU BOUGHT ME A _PORSCHE_!"
"He spent more money on you than he did for me on my
birthday back in October," Kristanna told her, smiling.
"Actually, the car is a present from both of us. I helped
Jeremy pick it out. I know silver is your favorite color."
Devon put up a faint protest by whining, "JEREMY... you
know that I don't like you spending a lot of money on me!
I never have! How could you buy me a PORSCHE?"
My wife does not like me spending a lot of money on her
simply because, a) Devon is one of the least materialistic
people I have ever met, and b) Devon does not want me to
think that she is in love with my bank account. I already
knew that was the case - Devon loved me for the person I was,
inside and outside, and nothing else. But at the same time,
I enjoyed spoiling her rotten with very lavish and expensive
gifts. The same could be said for Kristanna.
"You want me to send it back and get you a Yugo instead?"
"_NO_!" Devon laughed, embracing the side of the vehicle
with both hands. "Please! Don't send it back!"
"A Yugo?" Kristanna asked, snickering.
"Why don't you and Krissy go for a ride?" I suggested,
reaching into my pocket and then tossing Devon a set of
keys. "I'll stay behind with the kids."
"Jeremy..." Devon gasped, suddenly running over to me.
Once I set Ariel down upon the ground - she could walk on
her own - Devon threw both arms around me and offered a
spirited, forceful embrace. I hugged her with equal fervor
and emotion in response. Wait... was Devon crying?
"I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" she exclaimed, pulling back and
looking at me. Indeed, there were tears in those eyes.
Tears of joy! "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"
"My pleasure," I returned, overjoyed that Devon was so
happy with her new car. "Take Krissy for a ride. Just
hurry back, though... we still have yummy, ooey-gooey
chocolate cake to eat, you know."
Kristanna walked over to us and handed Kaden to me, then
grasped Devon's hand and guided her back to the vehicle.
"I like your car," Kristanna said, with a wry smile. Before
they got in, however, Devon and Kristanna shared a hug and a
kiss of their own. I smiled at the sight.
"Bye!" Ariel chirped, waving her hand at her two mothers
as they blew a kiss our way and then sped off. I figured
they would stop at the home of Kristanna's parents, Kristof
and Reidun, who lived right down the street before coming
back to celebrate the remainder of Devon's birthday with us.
"Time to go inside," I said to Ariel, extending my left
hand for her to grasp onto. When she did, I escorted her
back into our mansion with baby Kaden on my right arm. I
placed him into his crib, then sat down upon the floor and
pulled Ariel into my lap. Since she apparently had no more
interest in eating, it was time to share a picture book with
her for toddlers, and do some reading out of it.
* * *
In the two years since the now-infamous day that Pamela
and Trish showed up on our previous island home and requested
that I get both of them pregnant, my whole life had changed
in an innumerable amount of ways. First, Devon, Kristanna
and yours truly no longer resided on the island paradise that
I had called home for over seven years. We lived in a
picturesque estate on the beautiful island of Anguilla,
which, as noted earlier, was located in the Caribbean.
No one could possibly accuse us of leading a "promiscuous"
lifestyle anymore, either. The three of us had been totally
monogamous and faithful to each other since the night I sent
Ashley, Torrie, Stacy and Caitlyn, as well as Pamela and
Trish, packing. For me, it was easy. No woman, in my eyes,
even compared with the way that Devon and Kristanna looked.
No woman in the world was any sexier or more beautiful than
Devon or Kristanna, and certainly none were sweeter and more
deserving of the constant praise I always harped upon them.
I was - dare I say it - the luckiest man alive. I loved my
two wives more than anything, and those feelings were mutual.
No aspect of my life over the past two years had changed
more dramatically than with the arrival of Ariel and Kaden.
Born 15 months ago on December 11th, Ariel would forever
remain my favorite child simply because she was my first.
But Kaden, born less than a year later on November 29th,
would always have his own special place in my heart because
he was my first boy. I think all fathers, or at least most
of them, would have that connection with their first son. I
know that I certainly did.
Of course, I thought Ariel and Kaden were the cutest and
most adorable children in the whole world. Ariel was a
miniature version of Devon, with yellow-blonde hair and the
sweetest, most darling face. Ariel would grow up and be a
clone of Devon. Kaden looked more like I did, both in the
face and with dark hair, but he had Kristanna's eyes.
The seven-room hotel that I opened last year had since
been transformed into a resort with 27 luxury suites. I
was still looking to upgrade and add onto it. The hotel
was how Devon, Kristanna and yours truly kept busy and
entertained ourselves outside of our hectic home life.
Devon and Kristanna worked the front desk two days a week,
while I was always checking on our guests and aiming for
their total comfort and privacy (no voyeur room for me).
Our little corner of Anguilla had a definite Norwegian
taste to it as well. Not only did Kristof and Reidun -
Kristanna's parents - live right down the street, but our
backyard was home to the likes of Vincent Van Goat and
Hogglesworth the Pig. Those two animals were imports from
Kristanna's life and childhood back in Norway.
Kristanna was an animal lover. In addition to her pet
goat and pig, she had two dogs (also from Norway) who lived
with us in the house - Fridtjof and Valkyrie, and a cat from
our previous island home, FurBall. She also had a wide array
of exotic fish and hamsters, and an African Grey Parrot
(named Chirpy) who absolutely LOVED to talk.
Devon thought we had a zoo as things were, but she did
have two pets of her very own - Gonzo and Geico - a pair of
leopard geckos who lived in a 25 gallon tank. Three or four
times a week, Devon would take the little reptiles out of
their tank and hold and play with them for hours on end.
Leopard geckos were very docile and loving creatures toward
humans. All three of us owned some horses as well, but they
were kept at a stable not located on our property.
My newfound life as a dedicated family man was better and
more rewarding than I ever dreamed it would be. I would not
trade my life for anything else, no matter the circumstances.
* * *
"It's about time you two got home!" I said to Devon and
Kristanna, perhaps an hour after they took off in the new
Porsche, as they walked into our spacious estate. "Where
in the world have you been? I had to put the cake away."
"Devvy wanted to go cruising!" Kristanna exclaimed. "She
thinks she's hot stuff now with that car."
"Hey, I _am_ hot stuff," Devon countered, her tone of
voice serious, yet playful at the same time. "Car or no car,
I am the definition of _hot stuff_." Devon nodded her head
and added, "You really better be EXTRA nice to me from now
on, Krissy. Maybe... just maybe, I'll let you drive my car.
One day. _IF_ you are nice to me. Maybe..."
"Your car?" Kristanna laughed. "That's _my_ car too!"
"I don't think so!" Devon giggled. "Nuh uh!" She looked
at me and gushed, "The car runs great, Jeremy! I still
cannot believe that you bought me a Porsche! I know how
incredibly expensive those cars are!"
"That's pocket change for Jeremy," Kristanna observed. "He
would spend 20 times that amount on us if we let him."
Devon closed the short distance between us and offered me
a heartwarming embrace. "Thank you, Jeremy! You bought me a
new Porsche! It's even silver - my favorite color for a car!
Thank you!" Devon turned toward Kristanna and giggled, "I
remember three years ago on my birthday, I was happy with a
gift certificate from Sears for $50. Now look at me."
"You're the richest slut in all the world."
Devon made a face. "Krissy! I am NOT a slut!"
"Did you check the glove department?"
"No," Devon said to me. "Why?"
"You have another birthday present stashed away in there,"
I answered, referring to a pair of diamond earrings. "They
are not going anywhere, so check the glove department next
time you go out to the car. Want a hint? They sparkle..."
Devon took a deep breath and glared at me. "You didn't..."
"Nothing is too expensive for you or Krissy," I told her.
"Nothing. I'll spoil you girls rotten."
"You already have," Devon countered.
"Hey!" Kristanna chimed in, a goofy expression upon her
lovely face, as she looked at her wife. "I know where we
can go tomorrow in your Porsche... the veterinarian!" Devon
vehemently shook her head as Kristanna added, "Hogglesworth
needs to see the vet for his yearly check-up."
"There is NO WAY that I am allowing that nasty pig of
yours into my new car!" Devon exclaimed, sounding very firm
and authoritative. I got a kick out of her reaction, though.
Kristanna had not lost any of her charisma and playfulness
since our marriage began. If anything, she was funnier now.
"Hogglesworth is not nasty," Kristanna said, defending
her beloved pet. "He just... he likes to play in the mud."
Devon smiled and nodded her head. "If that pig of yours
ever puts its muddy, grimy paws in my car, I'll see to it
that we will be having him for breakfast the next morning!"
Kristanna's jaw dropped and she appeared stunned as Devon
quickly added, "Bacon! Bacon! I smell _BACON_!"
"You wouldn't do that to Hogglesworth!" Kristanna huffed.
"If that thing is ever inside my car, you don't know what
I'll do!" Devon warned her, grinning.
"What do you think about taking Vincent Van Goat to the
veterinarian in your Porsche, then?"
"Krissy!" Devon exclaimed, laughing. "No barnyard animals
in my car! I'll have to get a sign made up for that! Hang
it on the dashboard - _Keep Out: Barnyard Animals_!"
"You're no fun," Kristanna pouted, before turning toward
me. "Ariel and Kaden? Where are they? In bed already?"
I nodded my head and answered, "Yes, I put them both to
bed just a little while ago."
"I want to check on them anyway," Kristanna said, before
the telephone rang. Wondering who it could possibly be, I
watched as Devon strolled over and picked up the receiver.
Since the three of us pretty much kept to ourselves, aside
from Kristanna's parents, I figured it was one of them.
"Hello? ... _MOM_! ... _IS THAT YOU_?" My eyes wide, I
looked on with great curiosity as Devon's body vibrated while
she was on the telephone. Her mother was on the other end?
The same mother who basically disowned Devon for mistakes she
had made earlier in life? The same mother who had refused to
speak to her for nearly three whole years?
"Why, yes," Devon said into the telephone. "Today is my
birthday, yes. ... Thank you for remembering. ... This is
quite a surprise, yes. ... Yes. ... I haven't heard from you
or Dad in ages. ... Yes, I'm still very much with Jeremy and
Kristanna. ... I know it is not your normal, everyday
marriage, but they make me incredibly happy. ... Yes, they
do. ... Ariel is fine. ... Perfect health. ... I sent you
pictures of her in the mail last month. ... Get them? ...
ARE YOU KIDDING? Of course I would like to speak to Dad!"
Smiling - and sensing a possible reconciliation between
two parents and their estranged daughter - I latched onto
Kristanna's right hand and motioned for her to follow me out
of the living room. "Let's give Devon some privacy," I said,
drawing a nod of the head from Kristanna. "How about you
and me check on the kids, peaches? If Ariel is still awake,
you can help me read her a story. Sound good?"
"Sounds perfect," the 25-year-old whispered in response,
before blowing her charming wife a kiss. Devon caught it
and smiled at us, waving her hand, as we exited the room.
Now, she was in the middle of talking with her father, This
day had been fabulous already, but just turned immeasurably
better! Devon's parents wanted to talk to her!
* * *
Perhaps 90 minutes later, I was playing a spirited game
of air hockey with Kristanna in the recreation/arcade room
of our home. At one time in my life - when I was still in
high school - I was nearly unbeatable in air hockey. All of
my friends would challenge me at the local arcade, only to
come up short. Sometimes, I would intentionally let them
jump out to a 5-0 lead before I came back and won, 6-5. I
always seemed to get a sense of satisfaction out of that.
But nowadays, Kristanna was the undisputed champion when
it came to air hockey. She would regularly beat me in the
game, but not before allowing me to think that I miraculously
had the upper hand, only to then smash my hopes of defeating
her at the last possible second with the winning shot. Maybe
I really was starting to get old? Just maybe? Nah...
"I win again!" Kristanna squealed, jumping up and down,
after depositing the decisive goal in my face.
"You cheated!"
Kristanna gasped and made a face. "I did not!"
"Yes you did!" I exclaimed, being playful. "You cheated!"
"How can you possibly cheat at air hockey?"
"Hey you two!" Devon greeted us, walking into the room.
Kristanna and yours truly put an end to our "argument" and
turned our total attention toward Devon.
"My parents want to come out for a visit next week," she
said, a big smile upon her face. "I just can't believe they
called! I... I told them I would call back tomorrow - after
talking with the two of you about them coming for a visit."
"You already know that it's okay with us, baby," Kristanna
countered. "If they can't stay here at the house with us,
Jeremy can put them up for free in his hotel. I think there
is a vacancy next week, right? Some people cancelled?"
"They can stay at the hotel," I agreed. "Tell us, Devon.
What did your mom and dad have to say?"
"They called because it was my birthday, and because they
finally want to bury the hatchet. They said they don't want
to look back 20 or 30 years from now, and regret not allowing
me back into their life."
"We've been married for two and a half years, Devvy, and
I've never even _met_ your parents," Kristanna frowned. "I
cannot go two and a half DAYS without seeing Momma and Papa,
or at the very least, talking to them."
"I met your mother when you and I visited Pennsylvania a
couple of years back." I reminded Devon. "Trollop. She
called you a _trollop_ right to my face. And her initial
reaction to learning that you were pregnant was to ask me -
your husband - if the baby was mine."
"I want all of that to stay in the past," Devon pouted.
"I have missed having my mom and dad in my life for way too
long. I have not had a good relationship with them since I
got into trouble in high school when I was 17. That was 11
years ago! I... I know they have said some nasty things to
me throughout the years, shut me out. I have not exactly
been a model daughter myself, either. But they FINALLY want
to make things right between us. Finally..."
As Devon shed a tear, I brought her into my arms for a
soothing embrace. "You call your mom and dad tomorrow, and
tell them they can stay as long as they like. It'll be good
for Ariel and Kaden to meet their other grandparents."
"Whoa," Devon said, pulling away from my arms. "We have
to take this one step at a time with them. Ariel is their
only grandchild for right now. I do not think my parents
would understand or appreciate the idea that we also want
them to look at Kaden as their grandson. They do not even
approve of the three-way marriage thing."
"My parents are the most liberal and open-minded people
you could ever meet," Kristanna offered. "They look at
Ariel as their grandchild, even though she was born to
Devvy and not me, just as much as they do Kaden."
I nodded my head and commented, "They should look at them
as equal grandchildren regardless of who their biological
mother is. The three of us are married. Maybe one day,
Devon's parents will see things our way. Maybe."
With tears still in her eyes, Devon smiled. "I'm just
happy that they want to visit us and talk with me. I... I
never thought this day would come!"
I encircled Devon with both arms once again as she cried
in the most gentle of fashions. "It's a start, princess.
Maybe one day, your parents will mean as much to us as
Krissy's mom and dad do. They could have that big of an
influence on our lives. I would like that very much."
"So wo-would I..." Devon sobbed.
I smiled and looked down into her teary eyes. "When you
speak to your mom and dad tomorrow, ask them if it would be
possible if your grandparents could come for a visit too.
They haven't seen you since they visited us last summer. I
know they don't have a lot of money, so I'll pay their
airfare both to and from Anguilla. No problem at all."
"My grandparents would love to come out here again..."
I smiled at Devon yet again. "Then get them to visit us.
They won't have to spend a dime. I'll take care of all of
their expenses. You don't see your family enough, dear."
"You don't see yours enough either, Jeremy."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I know that. But that doesn't
mean that I'm happy about it."
"Maybe we can get everyone to come out here later this
summer for a big reunion like last year," Kristanna mused.
"Jeremy's brothers and sister, his nieces and nephews, his
mom. Devvy's grandparents, her sister, her two brothers,
even her parents. And my family, too! Tekla, Sophitia,
Stein, Tobias... bring everyone here from all reaches of the
globe. We could have a week-long, international party!
Just think of all the lutefisk we could serve!"
"Don't forget your own parents, dear," I reminded her,
chuckling because of her reference to lutefisk.
"I could never forget Momma and Papa!" Kristanna chirped.
"What's the deal here?" I asked Devon. "You still have
yet to try any of your birthday cake. It's getting kind of
late. Want to save it, and wait until tomorrow?"
Kristanna raised her hand and grinned at us. "I suggest
we go to bed and play _stuff the cheerleader_!"
"Oh yes," Devon cooed. "That sounds wonderful! But...
what is a birthday without some cake?" She gave a sexy,
little pout and added, "We each should have a slice before
turning in for the night. It's a birthday tradition!"
I put my right hand upon Devon's shoulder and smiled at
her. "You lead the way to the kitchen, princess." Then, I
turned toward Kristanna and proclaimed, "No matter what you
say about that game of air hockey we had... you cheated!"
* * *
No more than 30 minutes later, Kristanna and yours truly
were becoming quite close and intimate while relaxing in bed.
Seated with my back upon the headboard, Kristanna was perched
in my lap with both arms linked around my neck, our curious,
hungry lips and mouths literally dancing together as one. My
left hand was busy roaming all portions of her back - from
her neck to her hips, while my right hand was latched upon
her upper thigh and massaging it lovingly.
"Hmmmmm... I love you," Kristanna purred once our kiss
was broken, bumping noses with me and smiling. I looked
into those blue eyes of hers and was captivated by their
beauty. With Kristanna's long, free-flowing blonde hair
wound up in a tight, restrictive bun, her face and the
contours of her long, slender neck were accentuated even
more than normal. God, what a sight...
What was there not to appreciate about Kristanna and the
way she looked? The 25-year-old may not possess the shapely
curves which Devon was so famous for, but she more than made
up for it with a raw, athletic sexuality that was second to
none. A mere four months removed from giving birth to our
son, Kaden, Kristanna was already so lean and physically fit
that she could easily pass for an Olympic athlete. She was
a workout warrior to the highest degree - doing aerobics and
exercises every single day, and constantly pushing herself
to greater lengths in her practice of the martial arts.
Despite her intense daily physical regime, Kristanna still
maintained every last fiber of her feminity - and had plenty
left over. She was the type of woman that you could see on
the cover of a fitness magazine wearing a bikini one week,
then have a smiling head shot upon a cosmetics magazine the
next. She was that beautiful, and dare I say, versatile.
Kristanna was also living proof that a woman did not need
considerable, top-heavy curves to be considered a goddess.
My wife measured out to a demure and humble 34b-22-30, but
would not look right any other way. Kristanna's indelible
face, her taut figure, that perfect complexion and oh...
those legs. Those long, long legs. Whenever she had them
on display - which, thankfully, was quite often - I found
it rather difficult to tear my gaze away from them.
"I love you too," I told Kristanna, stealing another kiss
from her as we relaxed together in our bed. Wearing just a
large basketball jersey (Los Angeles Lakers (my favorite
team), #34), Kristanna slid both arms around my lower back
and squeezed tightly. I just cannot stress how wonderful it
was for me to be so close to her.
"I wish Devvy would hurry up," the Norwegian purred,
momentarily glancing at the closed restroom door. Devon had
been inside for the past several minutes, changing into the
cheerleading uniform which I had given to her as a birthday
present. Or was it really a present for Kristanna and me?
"_Devvy_, as you so affectionately call her, will be here
soon enough," I offered. "Meanwhile..." I pressed my mouth
to hers and resumed our tongue-laced kissing contest from
moments ago. "We can keep ourselves occupied just fine."
Kristanna broke our kiss once again, then leaned over and
planted the side of her face upon my chest. With both arms
secure and tight around my body, Kristanna smiled and cooed,
"I could stay here forever. Here, Jeremy... close to you."
I gently pulled her face away from my chest so I could
look into those beautiful eyes. Soon, I cupped her chin
with both hands and gently stroked her lips with each thumb.
An instant later, I was kissing her one more time.
"Jeg elsker deg og Devvy mer enn noe annet, Jeremy. Du
har gjort meg lykkeligere enn jeg noen gang kunne forestilt
meg... mye mer enn noen fortjener. Jeg ville gjort hva som
helst for deg. Jeg ville d�dd for deg."
"You would die for me?" I asked, touched.
Kristanna giggled. "Sometimes I have to remind myself
that you have taken up my language, and are learning it.
That means no more cryptic, Norwegian messages for you."
She smiled and added, "But yes... I would die for you,
Jeremy. I would do anything for you. Devvy too."
"You better not die for me," I warned her, smiling. "How
in the world could I survive without you?" Lost in thought
for a brief moment, I tilted my head to the side and took a
deep breath. "You know what?"
"What?"
"I'm glad Pamela rejected me over and over again when I
pursued her so hard and heavy a couple of years ago."
"Pamela?" Kristanna asked, saying that name outloud for
the first time in what seemed like ages.
"When I wanted her to marry into our circle," I clarified.
"The same goes for Amy. I'm glad things did not work out
with her, either. Everything turned out for the best."
"And why is that?"
"Pamela and/or Amy would have just muddied up our marriage
and relationship," I told her. "I never loved them anywhere
close to the way I love you and Devon." Kristanna smiled as
I continued, "It would not have been fair to them, either.
I just... things would have never worked out with them. If
we married them, they would have caused major problems in
our marriage - even if they did not try to."
"Pamela and Amy caused enough problems as it is," my wife
frowned. "But things worked well for them too, I think."
"Pamela and Trish got married, and have a child through
adoption," I mused. "They are very happy together, it seems.
Trish owns her fitness center and Pamela is a teacher at that
school for disadvantaged children I had built in Toronto."
"Devvy and me watched their wedding on videotape one day
about two months ago," Kristanna confided. "Remember? She
and Trish sent us a copy of it last year. I was never a big
fan of Pamela, but her wedding with Trish was beautiful.
And I am glad she has a respectable, decent job now, too."
"Amy hooked up with Lindsay, and the two are working and
living together in Ohio," I said. "I thought it was a bad
match at first, but last I heard, they were still together.
They've been dating what now... almost two years?"
"I talked to Sarah a few months ago on the telephone,"
Kristanna smiled. "She met a guy named Freddie, and they
got married, I always liked Sarah. Out of all the guests
we brought to the island with us, she was my favorite."
"Sarah never did fit into the idea of things around the
island," I sighed. "She seemed too goody-goody, and nice.
But I am glad that she got married. I wish her the best."
"Stephanie is all screwed up," Kristanna frowned. "She
is the stripper now, and is a submissive to three men. I
think that girl was a powder keg waiting to explode in terms
of sex. The island really showed her what she truly is - a
slut. I'm not saying that in a bad way. Rather, I'm saying
it as fact. Stephanie will do anything those guys tell her."
"You and Devon will do anything I tell you."
"There's a big difference," Kristanna countered. "Devvy
and me will do whatever you say, yes. But with you... you
love and respect us totally, Jeremy, and would never put us
in any kind of danger. Stephanie, on the other hand... she
says those guys make her strip. they force her to have sex
with complete strangers. They make her flash in public.
They make her do things any self-respecting girl would not."
"Stephanie seems to enjoy that lifestyle."
"I know!" Kristanna exclaimed. "That is why she is all
screwed up! Those guys don't love or respect her. She is
just a toy to them." Kristanna shook her head. "Stephanie
sure has changed from when she first came to the island. Do
you remember when she was the level-headed nurse?"
"Stephanie was the only one of the original group who did
not trust me," I smiled. "She had reservations about me."
Kristanna grinned as well. "But once Stephanie learned
what a total sweetheart you are, she had no more worries."
"Britney is living in California with her girlfriend,
Jessica," I nodded. "Britney was a real sweetheart, too."
"The perfect, little housekeeper..."
"We're talking about some of the girls from our past," I
breathed. "One person who hasn't changed is Ashley. She
still hates me. I can understand why, though."
"You'll won't see or hear from Ashley ever again, Jeremy,"
Kristanna countered. "Don't let it bother you."
"It doesn't bother me," I offered. "It's just... I don't
like the idea of anyone hating me. Who does?"
"I hate Valdemar," Kristanna mused, referring to one of
her ex-boyfriends from Norway. "He cheated on me with
another girl. Her name was Helena and I heard she was
interested in other girls. So one day I seduced her, and I
stole her away from him!" I chuckled as she added, "I hate
Valdemar and I am sure he hates me because I stole his
girlfriend. But I don't worry about it. Not worth my time."
I smiled at her. "I don't see how anyone could hate you.
You're a doll, Krissy. You're just like Devon's Barbies."
"Devvy is the Barbie Doll," Kristanna giggled. "Not me."
"Come here," I said, taking her into my arms. "Let me
hold you." Actually, I wanted to _cherish_ Kristanna.
"Oh my..." she moaned, her voice suddenly husky and deep.
I released her from my embrace and looked at her because of
that comment, but Kristanna's eyes were trained on something
beyond my shoulder. When I turned around to get a glimpse
of what she was staring at, I nearly had a heart attack.
Devon wore a sleeveless shell top that was predominantly
red on the back, with a white and blue trim across her
shoulders. In the front, the shell top was an even mixture
of red, white and blue, and even featured an American flag
design near Devon's left shoulder to enhance the theme.
The cheerleader skirt which Devon so proudly wore was,
needless to say, extremely low-cut and short. The skirt
was decorated in a stars-and-stripes design, giving the
impression that Devon, though a citizen of Anguilla now,
would always be a patriotic American at heart. It also had
a series of swishy pleats which could make my heart melt.
Devon had on a pair of white socks that were rolled down
to her ankles, and red cheerleader shoes made of a canvas
material. Her long and radiant blonde hair was tied into a
pony-tail with the help of a red, white and blue ribbon.
If Devon lived during the time of the Roman Empire, she
would be known as Aphrodite - the mythical goddess of love,
beauty and sexual rapture. I firmly believe that those
citizens in earlier times would worship Devon just as
Kristanna and yours truly do in the present time.
Whereas Kristanna had the extremely tall, runway model
look going for her, Devon would seem right at home as a
lifeguard on a sunny beach. Devon would stand out even
amongst a sea of bikini-clad women simply because she was
so incredibly beautiful.
At 5-foot-3 and 105 pounds, Devon sported an eye-popping
34d-22-32 figure which received an inordinate amount of
stares no matter where we went. To this day, I still had
yet to come across a woman - before my very eyes - with a
waistline that small, yet breasts that large. Best of all,
the D-cup which Devon sported was completely all-natural.
When we first met nearly three years ago, Devon looked
younger than she actually was. Now 28, the same could still
be said for her. Devon had a flawless, immaculate face,
which hinted more toward a college co-ed than a proud mother
of two who was close to pushing 30. She still retained that
look of pure innocence which helped draw me to her years ago.
In fact - if one did not know any better - they may very
well suspect that Kristanna is the older of my two wives.
But that says nothing bad or disparaging about Kristanna,
though. When I met her, she was 19 - but looked 25.
I have said it time and time again throughout this series
of stories, but I believe it bears repeating - I consider
myself the luckiest, most fortunate man alive. I have the
two most beautiful women in the solar system as my brides,
and the three of us are deliriously in love together.
We were in the process of building a large and loving
family and, in Devon's case, reconciling with relatives
from the past. Could life be any better for me? For us?
Devon and Kristanna were all that I wanted in terms of
companionship and love. I did not need Pamela. I did not
want Pamela. Or Amy. Or anyone else. Indeed, I was glad
things did not work out with them. Why jeopardize what was
a charmed, perfect life by allowing others in? Why risk it?
"I think it's time to play _stuff the cheerleader_!"
Kristanna squealed, her eyes literally raping the sight of
our beloved bride as she modeled her outfit in front of us.
Devon giggled and turned around, her skirt swishing upward
for a brief instant and revealing red panties underneath.
"Do you like it?" she asked us, smiling.
"Like it?" I gasped. "I LOVE it!"
Devon grinned again. "What better way to end your
birthday than by spending it in the arms of the people you
love?" She stepped forward and climbed onto the bed with
us. "I certainly can't think of a better way."
"Did you have a good birthday, Devvy?"
"Of course I did!" she answered, looking at Kristanna.
"Take a peek inside the garage, angel. The Porsche you
shall see will give you all the answers you need. Plus,
my mom and dad called, I received a ton of other wonderful
gifts. But most importantly, I got to spend it with the
two of you, as well as Ariel and Kaden, and even a little
side visit to Kristof and Reidun. My birthday was great."
I smiled at the sight of Devon in her red, white and blue
cheerleader uniform. "Maybe you should have your very own
poster, sweetheart. What do you think?"
"It could be called _Patriotic Pussy_!" Kristanna laughed.
"So... on this day - March 28 - some 28 years ago, a miracle
happened. The miracle of Devvy. It was one of the greatest
days of my life, but I hadn't even been born yet!"
"Does that make sense?" Devon squealed. "How can it be a
great day in your life if you're not even born yet?"
I grinned at my two wives. "You girls are confusing me.
Of course, that is quite easy to do."
Kristanna giggled and gently patted me on the top of my
head. "Jeremy has minimal brain power."
"Why don't you two girls give each other a kiss?" was my
suggestion. "Think you can do that for me?"
"Maybe... if you're a good boy," Kristanna winked.
Devon took the initiative by placing her her right hand
upon the back of Kristanna's neck, then tilting her head to
the side and moving her mouth in for a taste so sweet. When
their lips met, so did their tongues. I sat back and idly
watched as Devon and Kristanna exchanged both their lips and
tongues through a languid, slow-moving kiss.
I have long been of the opinion that there was no more
erotic sight in the whole world than that of two beautiful
women kissing one another. I could sit back in bed all night
long and be content to simply watch these two hot, bombshell
blondes explore the others' mouth with their probing tongues.
Their lush lips locked as one, their bodies pressed tightly
together, their hands roaming freely.
"Hmmmmm... I could kiss you for all eternity," Kristanna
murmured, now peppering various portions of Devon's face.
She lifted the hem of her cheerleader skirt and copped a
cheap feel of those red panties underneath. "God, Devvy...
you drive me totally insane. You always have. Hmmmmm...
what a nice, tight ass you have. Tight, little ass."
Devon giggled. "I think I sense a spanking coming on.
Either that, or a whipping."
"You know this ass of yours needs to be worshiped,"
Kristanna told her. "The best way for me to worship your
ass is to give it some discipline. Both you and I know,
Devvy, that you deserve a LOT of discipline. Correct?"
Devon nodded her head in a sheepish manner. "Yes." All
of a sudden, she was in full submissive mode. The primary
reason for that was because Devon truly LOVED to be spanked.
No one, of course, enjoyed spanking her more than Kristanna.
"Should I lay down across your lap now?"
"It's your rightful position in life," Kristanna answered.
Once Devon got onto her hands and knees upon the bed, and
then stretched out across her wife's familiar lap, Kristanna
tucked the hem of her sinful, little cheerleader skirt into
its waistband. With Devon's glorious ass now on display -
concealed only by a pair of red panties - Kristanna belted
it with a hard, unexpected slap.
"Owwwww!" Devon whined in response, glancing over her
shoulder at Kristanna. "That hurt!"
"You have been a very bad girl," Kristanna scolded her.
"How many times do you think you deserve to be spanked?"
When Devon did not answer, Kristanna smacked her sweet ass
once again. "Very well. I guess I will have to decide for
myself. How about 15?" Kristanna waited. "Still no answer
for me, huh? I think a sound 25 are in order."
"Yes Mistress," Devon hushed, grinning and winking an eye
in my direction. She really enjoyed roleplaying like this...
"Take your panties off," Kristanna demanded, changing her
tune. "Take your panties off and give them to me."
Even as she was sprawled out across the Norwegian's lap,
Devon took her panties off and presented them to Kristanna
in a silent offering. Kristanna snatched the cheerleader
panties, then brought them to her face and whiffed them.
"You're already excited about this... aren't you?"
"Yes Mistress," Devon nodded.
Devon was stretched out upon Kristanna's lap, her head
and neck curled downward, her arms extended back and hands
laying near her hips. Kristanna grasped Devon's left wrist
and pulled it to the small of her back, pinning it there.
Then, instead of having the hem of Devon's skirt tucked into
its waistband, Kristanna decided a better place for it would
be behind that held-down wrist.
"You gonna spank my ass?" Devon asked in a teasing voice,
encouraging their roleplaying game. "You'll never tame me,
Krissy. You'll never get me to be good. I'll ALWAYS be a
bad girl. And thus, you'll ALWAYS have to spank me!"
"I've warned you about talking out of turn before when I
spank you," Kristanna sniped. "Open your mouth."
I watched in utter amazement as Kristanna took Devon's
panties and stuffed them inside of her mouth. Never in my
life had I witnessed either of these two wild, adventurous
wives of mine try that. It just excited me even more...
"You will keep your panties there until I say it is time
to take them out," Kristanna instructed her.
"Mmmppphhhfff," was Devon's reply, nodding her head.
"Much better," Kristanna said with a grin. "Now what was
that number we decided on? 25 swats for you tonight. Is
that a good number, Devvy? 25 sounds real good, don't they?"
"Mmmppphhhfff," she nodded.
"I'm glad you agree."
The moment Kristanna brought her hand down upon Devon's
upturned ass and offered it a harsh, cruel smack, I whisked
my cock out of my shorts and began stroking it feverishly.
Whether it was over-handed or back-handed, Kristanna showed
absolutely no mercy as she peppered Devon's sweet, rounded
ass with a fierce, ruthless aggression. I also noticed that
with her free hand, Devon had slipped it between her thighs
and was busy masturbating as the discipline continued.
By the time Kristanna was nearing the end, Devon's ass
was beet-red and quivering about in her lap. The last three
blows landed all in succession, causing Devon to squeal and
cry out upon her gag. My cock needed some attention right
now - much more than my own hand could offer it.
Once the spanking was over, Kristanna rubbed her right
hand over and across the hot, burning flesh of Devon's ass.
The tender and loving motions were a definite contrast to
what I had just witnessed seconds ago when Kristanna blasted
that ass in repeated succession. Soon, she released Devon's
wrist and yanked the red cheerleader panties from her mouth.
Then, Kristanna leaned over and sought Devon's lips with her
own for a tender, loving kiss.
Their roleplaying game now over, Devon turned and placed
both hands upon Kristanna's shoulders, then pushed them up
and eventually pinned her to the mattress beneath her. Now
the one on top, Devon smashed her lips to Kristanna's mouth
and devoured it with a very fierce, needful kiss. Kristanna
moaned in response, her arms slipping around Devon's body
and holding her close. The two ladies attacked each other's
mouth with their lips and tongues for a good minute or two,
until Devon broke it off and turned her attention toward me.
She eyed me and licked her lips in anticipation as I still
frigged my cock with my right hand. "Don't you think that
there are better things you could do with that?" she asked,
motioning toward my erection with her head.
"What do you have in mind?"
Kristanna smiled at me. "How about a double blowjob?"
"A double blowjob?" I asked, grinning.
"Yeah," Kristanna nodded. "Both of us could suck your
cock at the same time."
"Why not lay down on the bed for us?" Devon suggested.
"Don't you worry one bit, Jeremy. Me and Krissy will make
you feel all nice and good."
I took a deep breath and did what was requested of me.
Now laying on my back upon the comfortable mattress, with
my cock literally standing up like a flagpole, I watched as
Devon hunched down onto her elbows and knees, her face just
inches from my cock. She gave my right hand a gentle smack,
forcing me to pull it away. Now with no obstacles in her
path, Devon grasped the base of my shaft and pumped it.
On her knees beside me, Kristanna grinned and leaned over,
offering my mouth a blazing, tongue-laced kiss that lasted
for nearly a minute. All the while, Devon continued to give
me the handjob to end all handjobs. My entire body was
alive and pulsing with arousal and pleasure. I was, in many
ways, the meat part of an otherwise all-blonde sandwich.
Once our kiss concluded, I glanced up at Kristanna and
smiled at her. She sure did look classy and distinguished
with her hair done up in that restrictive bun. But I had
the inkling to see her silky hair loose, and free-flowing.
Thus, I reached upward and used both hands to undo the bun
upon the back of her head. Smiling, Kristanna shook her
head in a vigorous manner, letting the tresses fall where
they may. A moment later, she kissed me again.
"You gonna help me suck his cock or not?" Devon asked her
wife, almost whining about it.
Kristanna broke our kiss and glanced over her shoulder at
Devon. "No need to wait for me, sweetheart. Go ahead and
suck his cock... I'll help you in a second. Or two." With
that, Kristanna pressed her lips to mine and kissed me again!
An instant later, I growled as the familiar sensation of
Devon's wondrous mouth opening and then closing over the
length of my erection gripped my senses. I could feel her
hand as its fingers now prodded and twiddled away upon my
testicles. Devon swallowed every last inch of my shaft, its
tip already lodged somewhere within the depths of her throat.
Leaned over upon her elbows and knees, Kristanna embraced
me with both arms from the side and trailed her lips from my
mouth, over my chin and cheek, and finally to my ear. She
blew into it - which caused my whole body to jerk and vibrate
uncontrollably - before whispering, "I love you, Jeremy."
Kristanna began nibbling on my earlobe and added in a loyal,
heartfelt tone, "Oh... how much I love you."
"Hey!" Devon suddenly squealed, her mouth no longer upon
my cock. In fact, Devon was standing on her knees beside us.
"Let me in there too, okay?"
When I released Kristanna from my arms, she rose up and
immediately pressed her lips to Devon's for a kiss of their
own. The two ladies hugged and clutched each other with
reckless abandon, their tongues diving far and deep. I took
a moment to admire the amazing sight of Devon in her red,
white and blue cheerleader uniform, but then came to a
rather surprise decision about it.
I got onto my knees behind Devon and yanked her pleated,
swishy skirt downward, letting it fall into a circle around
her own knees. Then, I grabbed the lower half of her shell
top and pulled it upward. Devon and Kristanna were forced
to break their kiss, giving me the opportunity to whisk the
top up, up and away. All that kept her from being totally
nude right now was a pair of white socks and canvas shoes.
Devon turned and looked over her shoulder at me. "Hey?"
She was surprised, too. "What gives?"
I tilted my head to the side and smiled at her. "You do
not need to wear a cheerleader outfit tonight, princess. Or
any outfit. I want to enjoy you the way God intended me to."
"He wants us naked," Kristanna summarized.
"Uhh... excuse me," Devon chirped, pointing toward the
authentic NBA jersey that Kristanna had on. "You're not
naked." She tugged at the bottom of the #34 Lakers jersey
and added, "Take this thing off. You don't even know a
thing about basketball as it is."
"Maybe not, but you know how much Jeremy enjoys seeing us
in his football and basketball jerseys," Kristanna grinned,
lifting the garment from her body and tossing it elsewhere.
"It is a strange fetish," Devon nodded, admiring the
beautiful sight of Kristanna in nothing more than a white
G-string. She was so amazingly firm and tone. That body
was the result from years of physical fitness and aerobics.
Kristanna was an athlete of the highest degree.
"It's the only reason why I wear a jersey each night to
bed," Kristanna told Devon, but smiling at me. "Most men
want their wife to wear lingerie, or nothing at all, when
they go to bed. You, Jeremy... YOU want me to wear a
Laker basketball jersey. Or a Bengal football jersey."
"Remember when Trish would wear that hockey jersey for
Jeremy a couple of years ago?" Devon asked.
"It was a Toronto Maple Leafs' jersey," I informed her.
Kristanna smiled at me. "So Jeremy likes sportgirls,
schoolgirls and cheerleaders."
"I also like Devongirls and Kristannagirls," I countered.
"In fact, I like them more than anything. I LOVE them."
"They love you too," Devon replied, still on her knees.
She stepped out of her skirt and flung it elsewhere in our
bedroom, then turned toward Kristanna. "What do you think,
angel, would be a good outfit for Jeremy?"
"Sailor boy," Kristanna mused. "You know... he could
have one of those white uniforms on... maybe even a little
hat." She nodded her head and laughed, "He'd be so cute!"
"How about a Chippendale dancer?" Devon suggested, which
caused both she and Kristanna to break out into a fit of
uncontrollable laughter. "Couldn't you just imagine Jeremy
in a G-string?" My heart was pumping wildly at this verbal
exchange as both ladies continued to laugh. "Maybe women
everywhere could stuff dollar bills down it!"
Snorting out in a hysterical rage, Kristanna countered,
"A whole dollar? I might give him a nickel!"
"A penny!" Devon exclaimed. "We could weigh his G-string
down with pennies! Or maybe some half-pennies."
"Hey..." I finally spoke, my voice full of mock anger.
"That's not very nice, girls." I smiled and added, "If I
was a male stripper, I'd want both of..."
"If you were a stripper, Jeremy, Judgment Day would be
upon us," Kristanna interjected. "The end of the world!"
"If _I_ was a stripper," Devon cooed, looking at me,
"what would you put in MY G-string, Jeremy?"
"You already are a stripper," Kristanna said, before I
could respond. "For two years, a stripper. You slut."
Devon pondered things for a moment or two, then answered
with a playful tent in her voice, "Bitch!"
"Nymphomaniac!" Kristanna shot back.
"Bimbo!"
"Whore!"
"Tramp!"
"Harlot!"
"Floozy!"
"Working girl," Kristanna said, stretching the words out.
"I think it's high time that you receive another spanking."
"No," Devon responded, shaking her head. "I think it is
time that YOU are the one who gets spanked. God, Krissy!
NO ONE deserves to be spanked more than you. NO ONE! How
you get away with the things that you do... I don't know."
Kristanna laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"Can't you two girls play nice?" I chided them. "Always
teasing and ragging on each other. Will it ever stop?"
"You don't want it to stop," Devon reminded me. "The
only reason we carry on like we do is because you love it."
"You like us calling each other sluts, skanks and whores,"
Kristanna added. "Don't deny it, Jeremy."
I brought Kristanna into my arms and held her close. "The
only thing I cannot deny is how much I love you and Devon."
"Ohhhhh..." Devon cooed, wrapping her arms around both
Kristanna and me from the side, making it a three-way hug.
She kissed me on the cheek and ran her right hand over and
across Kristanna's bare shoulders and back.
"What about that double blowjob I was promised?"
"Oh yes," Kristanna purred, her tender, manicured right
hand sliding downward and gripping itself around my cock.
She glanced over at Devon and smirked, "How about it, baby?
Let's both suck Jeremy's cock at the same time."
"Let's help you out of those shorts," Devon said to me,
sliding the garment the rest of the way down my legs, and
eventually off. Kristanna stole another kiss from me, then
whisked the muscle shirt I had been wearing up and off.
Like moments ago, I was graced with the amazing sensation
of Devon's ruby-red lips wrapped and sealed around my shaft.
Her blonde head bobbed back-and-forth in a repeated motion,
as Kristanna slid her hand right southward and began to
knead and massage my testicles with those long fingers.
Soon, Kristanna settled down upon her frontside and moved
her face directly beside Devon's. Smiling, she watched her
wife continue to pay oral homage to my throbbing erection.
Once Devon withdrew my cock from her mouth, she returned
Kristanna's smile with one of her own, then traded a series
of searing kisses with her. A moment later, Devon grasped
the base of my cock with her right hand and offered it to
Kristanna's hungry mouth. I tossed my head back and growled
as Kristanna licked the head of my shaft and inhaled it.
Soon, Devon burrowed her face in and trailed the tip of
her tongue along my ever-sensitive testicles. Grinning from
ear to ear (what sane man wouldn't?), I placed my hand upon
the side of Kristanna's head and let out a growl of passion.
"Jeremy better never be a stripper!" Devon proclaimed,
her voice lively and full of charisma. She swiped away at
my testicles some more and added, "This body belongs to US!
It is for no one's pleasure but our very own!"
Kristanna released my shaft from her mouth and giggled.
"Sailor boy... a stripper?" The Norwegian was teasing me,
per her style. "If you were a stripper, Jeremy, everyone in
the club would run out screaming into the night!"
"Oh yeah?" I countered, suddenly feeling bold. "You don't
think I would make a good stripper? A good Chippendale?"
"You'd be good for laughs..." Kristanna grinned.
"I got moves on top of moves," I told her in a serious,
yet playful tone, suddenly getting out of bed and rising to
my feet. With both hands upon my hips, I stared at my two
wives and said, "I have a mind to give you girls a show."
"Oh yes!" Devon squealed in delight, sitting up in bed
and clapping her hands together. "Give us a show, Jeremy!
Give us a SHOW!" Clearly, Devon did not want to see me
dance because it would excite her. Rather, she was looking
for a good laugh or two. "Showtime! Whooooo! Showtime!"
"This should be good," Kristanna smirked, also sitting up
and settling down directly beside her wife upon the mattress.
Honestly, I had no dance moves and knew that I would make
a fool out of myself if I tried to give Devon and Kristanna
a so-called "show". On the other hand, it was okay. Though
I may make myself look bad for a moment or two, Devon and
Kristanna would definitely find a lot of humor in the sight
of me dancing for them. I wanted to make them laugh.
"Shake it, baby!" Devon squealed, as I made two fists and
began gyrating my hips from side-to-side. Both she and
Kristanna looked on, unable to control their laughter, as I
then squatted down somewhat and really started bumping about.
"Whooooo hooooo!" Devon encouraged me, clapping her hands.
By now, I was truly in the moment. I wanted to put on a
show for Devon and Kristanna that neither of them would ever
forget. Thus, I began to kick my feet out - one at a time -
as my body continued weaving to a silent rhythm.
"Shake dat ding!" Kristanna exclaimed, herself swiveling
about upon the bed as she eyed me intently.
Devon was giggling so much that she actually had to hold
a hand to her throat. "He dances like Beavis!"
"Macho, macho man!" Kristanna broke out into a chorus.
"Macho, macho man!" Kristanna then put two fingers in her
mouth and whistled loudly. "Macho, macho man!"
After a good 30 seconds of dancing, and expending a lot
of energy in the process, I actually felt myself becoming
winded. Still, I kept at it. The hysterical reactions that
I was getting out of Devon and Kristanna was my fuel for it.
It all came to an abrupt end, though, when Devon reached
behind her and snagged a couple of pennies from the drawer.
She tried to present them to me, but I broke into my own fit
of laughter and then playfully tackled her into the bed.
Devon giggled as I pinned her to the mattress beneath me,
while Kristanna hugged me from the side and kissed my neck.
"Jeremy!" Devon exclaimed. "Oh God! I haven't laughed
so hard in ages! Maybe even ever!" In fact, Devon was
still laughing. It did not seem as if she could stop...
"That officially goes down as the worst, most God-awful
dance EVER," Kristanna told me with conviction in her voice.
"If you were a stripper, Jeremy, not only would they kick
you off the stage, but they'd kick you straight out of town!"
I turned toward Kristanna and then tackled her to the bed.
"You don't know a good thing when you see it, peaches." This
time, I pinned her down and stole a quick kiss or two.
"A good thing?" she chortled. "I know a good thing when
I see it. What you did was definitely NOT a good thing!"
Still laughing - indeed, I had not seen her act quite
this hysterical ever before - Devon shook her head and
gushed, "You are priceless, Jeremy! Totally priceless! Oh
my God... that was good! I won't ever forget that!"
Smiling at me, Kristanna offered a scintillating series of
kisses and then giggled once again. "Honestly, Jeremy, I
think it was pretty hot." Kristanna was lying. That point
was proven when she started laughing again. "I think if you
were a stripper, Jeremy, your name could be Hunk Valentine!"
"Hunk Valentine?" I exclaimed.
"My stage name was London when I used to dance!" Devon
informed us. She giggled yet again and looked at Kristanna.
"A good name for Jeremy would be Jeremy Shortcummings."
I tilted my head and grinned at her. "That's not nice."
Before I knew what was happening next, Kristanna snaked
her mouth up to mine and kissed me once again, driving her
velvety tongue into the furthest reaches of my mouth. I
gulped hard for a moment, but then steadied myself and
returned her hot, scorching kiss with an equal amount of
intensity. I also hugged her tightly, luxuriating in the
feel of her breasts all nice and squished upon my chest.
Our eyes were locked as I ended our mutual kiss, only to
then splay gentle licks and nibbles over and across her
sensitive neck and shoulder area.
Never one to be left out of an erotic situation, Devon
wrapped her arms around me from behind and placed the side
of her face between my shoulder blades. "Wow," she moaned.
"Life doesn't get any better. You know what, Jeremy?"
"What?"
"Your days will be like this for the next 50 or 60 years.
Krissy and me... we're both going to be little, old ladies
one day. But we'll still expect you to satisfy us. You'll
spend the rest of your life being our personal stud!"
I let out a growl and returned, "I could live with that."
"Here's a change," Kristanna chirped, smiling at me. "I
want you to have sex with Devvy, Jeremy. I want to watch."
"That is a change," Devon commented. "Usually, Jeremy is
the one watching us. Any reason?"
"Just that it's your birthday," Kristanna responded. "I
want to watch the two of you have sex together."
I collected one more kiss from Kristanna, then turned all
of my attention to Devon. I grasped both of her hands with
my own, then pinned her to the opposite side of the bed and
shared a heated, passionate lip-lock with her. Eventually,
I decided to focus upon Devon's large, heaving breasts. The
young woman cooed and sighed with obvious arousal as I slid
my tongue through the vast, deepened valley of her cleavage.
I could feel and hear her heartbeat within my ears.
A moment later, I slid my hungry mouth over and across
one of her full, ripe breasts. I settled upon its nipple,
then took the little bud between my teeth and bit it gently.
That simple move caused Devon to moan out in total desire.
I focused upon the nipple for several seconds, but then
went back to swiping away at her lush cleavage with my
anxious tongue. Soon, I moved upwards and offered Devon a
feverish, rapture-laden kiss upon her moistened lips.
"Oh yes," the enchantress moaned afterward. "YES!"
An instant later, my head was settling itself between
Devon's widespread, accommodating thighs. Needless to say,
I was transfixed with the sight of Devon's pussy as it was
staring me right in the face. Holding a finger to those
damp, tender nether lips, I flicked it across the sheath of
delicate skin. Devon writhed about beneath me in arousal.
"Such a pretty pussy," I whispered, driving my finger
into her damp slit and gently thrusting it in-and-out. "It
is all pink, and precious... looks so very yummy." Devon
moaned in response as I inserted a second finger into her.
Now pumping a pair of fingers into her silken depths, I
extended my tongue and gave the area a full, sweeping lick.
In return, Devon cried out and arched her back high into the
air. I found her right hand with my left - up beside her
waist - and gripped it. She squeezed firmly in response.
Soon, both of my fingers were joined by my tongue within
her lush folds. Still thrusting the fingers into her, I
burrowed my tongue deep inside - tasting and sampling her.
Of course, it was most intoxicating. The deeper my tongue
burrowed, the greater Devon's cries of passion were.
The luscious blonde squeezed my hand even tighter as I
then began to focus my attention upon her clitoris. The
little nub of skin was fully exposed, so I dabbed at it
repeatedly with my tongue. It was at this time when Devon
began to let loose with her series of trademarked squeals.
Whenever overly excited, Devon would squeal continuously.
This told me that I had to be doing something right here...
A third finger joined the mix upon her pussy, thrusting
into and pounding her inner depths. Meanwhile, my tongue
kept flicking itself over and across her gooey clitoris
with quick, rapid-fire strokes. She was very close...
Soon, Devon was screaming at the top of her lungs as her
beautiful body went through the sweet progression of orgasm.
She arched her neck and back into the air, then wailed out
in pure and utter lust as the sensations within her hit a
fever pitch. All the while, I continued lapping away at her
scrumptious pussy with my probing tongue.
In the aftermath of her explosive climax, Devon's body
shook and shimmered beneath me in a passionate glow. I
eventually withdrew my head from the silken joining of her
thighs, only then to move upward and cup her face with both
hands. Her expression was golden; full of bliss.
"I love you, sweetheart," I breathed, kissing her deeply.
"I need you in my life. Without you and Krissy in my life
EVERY SINGLE DAY, I'd go absolutely insane."
Still feeling the lingering sensations of orgasm, Devon
smiled warmly and hooked both arms around my shoulders. "I
love you too, Jeremy. And I also love Kri... HEY!"
When I realized that Devon was staring at something over
my shoulder, I turned my head and then groaned at the sight.
Kristanna was standing off to the side, wearing one of her
monstrous strap-on dildos. This time, it was the black one.
"You're not thinking of using that on me?" I grinned.
"Jeremy!" Kristanna scoffed. "Oooooh, no! Pervert!"
"I am only kidding."
"We were going to play _stuff the cheerleader_, but you
got rid of Devvy's uniform a little prematurely," Kristanna
said to me. "So now, we'll have to play _stuff the slut_!"
"Krissy!" Devon whined.
"Lube that ass up, Jeremy!" Kristanna giggled, pointing
toward Devon's hips. "You can have her ass." Kristanna
grasped the massive dildo and frigged it with a naughty
gleam in her eyes. "Me... I get her pussy."
"What happened to you watching us have sex together?"
Kristanna shrugged her shoulders at me. "What can I say?
I guess I'm not much of a voyeur anymore. I'm a do'er."
Devon slid out from underneath me and got off of the bed,
then slithered up close to Kristanna and embraced her with
both arms. The pair of ravishing blondes shared a heartfelt
kiss, then bumped noses and giggled. Devon moved her right
hand downward and squeezed Kristanna's lush, tight ass.
"You know how I just love it when you fuck me with your
dildos," Devon cooed, her blue eyes locked upon Kristanna's.
She kissed her again and added, "The way you make me feel...
the way you rock me. Hmmmmm, baby."
Kristanna smiled at her. "Is this what you wished for
hours ago when you blew out your birthday candles? For
Jeremy and me to end the night fucking your brains out?"
Devon glanced at me for an instant, then back at her wife.
"I told you earlier that all of my wishes have already come
true." She hesitated, then smiled again. "Well, I guess I
did have one wish. 60 more birthdays of mine to share with
you and Jeremy, Ariel and Kaden, and our future children."
"You had a good birthday," Kristanna nodded. "You got
the vintage Barbie from me, picture frames and a candle
making machine. Jeremy got you cruise tickets... well, he
got us cruise tickets. New York to the Bahamas, and then we
can stay at Atlantis again. He also got you the cheerleader
outfit and some diamond earrings. Then, you got that
Porsche from both of us. It was a good birthday for you."
"Your parents also got me a fruit basket, Krissy baby,"
Devon swooned. "And my own parents want to reconcile with
me! This is the best birthday I've ever had!"
Kristanna giggled. "You've said that same thing the past
two birthdays. What gives?"
Devon shrugged her shoulders. "They keep getting better!"
"Just wait until tomorrow!" Kristanna gushed. "You will
LOVE the surprise that I have in store for you _TOMORROW_!"
"What is it?" Devon asked, eager.
"Lutefisk tacos!" Kristanna exclaimed, suddenly all happy,
as Devon took a step back and grimaced in absolute disgust.
"You have not LIVED until you have tried a lutefisk taco!"
Devon shot Kristanna that same, strange look. "Are you
okay, Krissy? I mean... really? You're one sick puppy."
I laughed and shook my head at their playful exchange.
"Krissy loves her lutefisk... that is all. Nothing quite
like a decomposed fish pickled in lye, you know."
"Yes, I agree," Devon nodded at me. "NOTHING like it!"
"You somehow always get Devon's pussy during a double
penetration," I said to Kristanna, a little pout on my face.
"I love doing Devon in the ass, of course, but I would also
love to have her pussy during a double penetration for once."
Kristanna's grasped the humongous strap-on dildo which
protruded outward from her pelvis. "This thing would never
fit in Devvy's little ass. It's 14 inches long!"
"Then get a smaller dildo," I instructed her, feeling a
bit greedy. "I want her pussy for once."
"YES!" Devon exclaimed, throwing both arms around me in a
rush. "Tell Krissy off! Lay down the law to her!"
"You lay down - on top of me," I demanded Devon, rolling
over onto my back upon the mattress. An instant later, Devon
straddled my hips and lowered her exquisite pussy to my hard,
aching erection. With a grunt, she sat all the way down,
thus forging my shaft into the far reaches of her womb.
"Come here," I moaned, my voice full of need and desire,
as I encircled Devon's shoulders with my arms and pulled her
down to me. Her breasts squished upon my chest, I sought
Devon's mouth with my own and offered her a savage kiss.
"Oooooh yeah..." Devon squealed, as she began to rock and
vibrate about upon my cock. The pleasurable sensations were
getting to me as well, but the intensity picked up several
notches once Kristanna applied a helping of lubricant to
Devon's sweet, puckered anus.
"So I get to fuck her ass this time, huh?" Kristanna said,
suddenly sporting a new (and much smaller) dildo. On her
knees, Kristanna leaned all the way over and offered both
my testicles and Devon's pussy equal, loving licks as I now
pumped myself hard and fast into her. Then, Kristanna made
eye contact with me and grinned, "I like your gun."
"My gun?" I moaned, knowing that she was referring to my
cock. But gun? What an odd term for Kristanna to use...
"HMMMMM... FUCK!" Devon screamed once Kristanna knelt
behind her and forged the tip of her dildo in her little
rectum. With my cock deep inside Devon's pussy and the dildo
now violating her ass, the game of _stuff the slut_ was on.
"OWWWWW!" Devon cried, as Kristanna threw in a couple of
hard and unrelenting swats to her ass with both hands.
Kristanna was already pumping away at Devon, her humble,
firm breasts flopping about in the process. I smiled at
Kristanna for a moment or two, then found Devon's mouth
once again for a kiss. With my hips bucking and churning
about, Devon and her orifices were the centerpieces of an
otherwise Kristanna and Jeremy sandwich.
Devon's beautiful ass was the victim of not only a thin,
flesh-colored dildo, but also the continual smacks and swats
from both of Kristanna's hands. Her body was shuddering in
absolute arousal against me as I plowed myself into her. I
knew that she could not withstand much more of this...
When Devon squealed out at the top of her lungs, I knew
that she was experiencing her second orgasm of the evening.
It was much more powerful and intense than the first, too.
I kept my mouth locked upon hers even as I sensed the rush
of sensations within my own body reach the boiling point.
I pistoned my hips upward and held them steady for several
seconds, giving my cock the deepest amount of penetration
possible as it emptied its life-giving sperm into her pussy.
Maybe, just maybe... this encounter would lead to our
third child. I know that would make Devon and Kristanna
VERY happy. Not to mention me, of course...
"Oh God..." Devon sighed in the aftermath, her voluptuous
body laying limp and nearly motionless upon mine.
Once Kristanna withdrew her dildo from Devon's ravaged
anus, she unstrapped the crude object from her hips and
tossed it elsewhere. Then, she leaned over and embraced
Devon from behind. "I love you, baby. Happy birthday."
Exhausted and quite satisfied myself, I splayed a series
of kisses along Devon's tender neck as she turned to glance
over her shoulder at Kristanna. "I love you too."
With Devon trapped between us, I extended my arms all the
way and offered Kristanna the best hug I could. Now, she
was kissing the back of Devon's neck, who sighed and rolled
her head about in response to the feelings.
"You like this, princess?" I whispered. "You like having
all this attention? Two people cherishing you at once?"
"Yeah..." she moaned.
"Devvy needs to be cherished," Kristanna mused. "From
now until the end of eternity."
Devon laughed before moaning, "Jeremy... oh, Jeremy."
She licked my earlobe and giggled once again. "Now, I say
that it is time that we play _stuff the Norwegian_!" I
growled at the concept as Devon quickly added, "I'm gonna
find the biggest, nastiest dildo, and tear Krissy apart!"
It looked like our evening was far from being over...
* * * * * *
The sky surrounding the setting sun on this - the day
following Devon's birthday celebration - was a spectacular,
brilliant shade of orange as I rocked back-and-forth in the
swing upon the back deck of our estate. I held my beautiful
four month old son, Kaden, in my arms. Next to me on the
ground was Ariel, my 15 month old daughter. The adorable,
little toddler was playing with Lamby - her favorite stuffed
animal - and a collection of other dolls. The sight of
Ariel cooing and smiling brought an instant smile to my face.
My two children were prime examples of how lucky and
fortunate of a man that I really was in life. I wanted
Ariel and Kaden to grow up in the best, most productive way
possible. I wanted them (and any future children we have)
to become outstanding adults, and lead happy lives. As
their father, it was my job to guide them along that path
as they got older and ventured out into the world.
What is Ariel going to be when she grows up? Suddenly,
that question popped into my mind. Although I would shower
all of my children with tons of money, one of my highest
priorities in raising them was that it would be in their
best interest to find a career and stay active. With my
two wives and me, it was our hotel here on Anguilla. The
three of us stayed busy, work-wise, with the hotel.
So what is Ariel going to be when she grows up? I would
like to say a nurse or doctor, of course, but I had the
sneaking suspicion that Ariel would ultimately turn out to
be a fashion model. Why not? After all, Ariel was a
miniature version of Devon. A carbon copy, if you will.
Obviously, Devon had all the necessary qualifications of a
model. Thus, I could envision Ariel taking that path.
Kaden? Hmmmmm... what about my son? That's my boy! He
is going to a star athlete who makes an indelible mark on
whatever sport he chooses - be it baseball, football or
basketball. Perhaps Kaden would one day win a gold medal
in the Olympics? Break a world record in the 400?
Doesn't every father have such aspirations for their
first son? More realistically, though, I could see Kaden as
a businessman. A true power broker. He could follow in his
Dad's footsteps, and maybe even build his own empire.
I tried to picture Kaden in a three-piece suit, but the
vision was distorted. Until he got over this little drooling
problem as I now held him upon my shoulder, the vision would
most likely stay distorted. Kaden had a lot of growing up to
do before he made his first million dollars in life.
I was the luckiest father on the face of the planet. Of
course, every father says that. And they mean it too - just
like me. But no one could convince me any differently. I
had such a pretty, precious daughter and a wonderful son. I
owed both of them to Devon and Kristanna, my two brides.
Still holding Kaden, I made a fist with my right hand and
inspected the wedding ring upon one of its fingers. It was
set in hand-made 14k yellow gold, with sparkling diamonds
and the letters "DKJ" carved across its front. Of course,
those letters stood for Devon, Kristanna (and) Jeremy.
On my other hand, there was a ring which a friend of mine
had given to me some two and a half years ago. This ring
had a crown on top (signifying loyalty), hands on the bottom
(a show of friendship) and a heart in the center (love).
For those readers out there who have an excellent memory
and/or have followed my series of stories from the very
beginning, you will know that the friend who gave me this
particular ring was none other than Pamela.
At one point in my life, I would look at this ring every
single day and think about Pamela. Even after I was married
to Devon and Kristanna, there was a time that I still longed
to have Pamela as an equal member in our relationship. I
went to her Maryland hometown on two separate occasions to
try and convince her that she belonged with us. Alas, it
was never went to be. Still, there were times in the past
when I would gaze at this ring for several minutes and think
about Pamela. Wonder about her. Worry about her. Love her.
I remember when she gave the ring to me, Pamela said that
it was a family heirloom, and was meant to be passed onto her
husband. But she said no one deserved to have it more than
me. Pamela theorized that she could never love a man as much
as she loved me. Thus, Pamela insisted that I take the ring
and forever wear it. Even if the two of us could not be
together, she said, a part of her would always be with me.
Nowadays, the ring is just "there". I rarely think about
Pamela anymore simply because that chapter of my life is
closed, and forever sealed. I am very happy for Pamela
because she and Trish are now married, and are the proud
parents of an adopted child. Any ideas or visions that I
have about Pamela in the present day end there, however.
As I thought more about it, this ring was the only link
that I had to my past of being the lone man amongst a large
group of ravenous, bi-sexual women. Believe it or not, but
as a show of good faith to Devon and Kristanna, I destroyed
_ALL_ of the DVD discs and archive footage that I had
gathered from the voyeur room on our previous island home.
That is correct - I am a voyeur no more. I will never have
the opportunity to relive my experiences with Amy by way of
videotape, or the many times that Lindsay dressed up for me.
Not that I wanted to relive any of them, mind you. Why...
even the DVD disc containing footage of Devon and yours
truly taking Ashley's virginity was put in the fireplace.
I rarely think of Pamela anymore because my priorities
in life (Devon, Kristanna and our family) are in order.
Like I said, the ring she had given to me was just "there".
Devon and/or Kristanna never said anything about me wearing
Pamela's ring even after our vow of monogamy to each other.
For the first time, though, I contemplated if either of them
had any negative thoughts about that ring on my finger.
As I continued to stare at the ring, I wondered if it was
time to take it off. What was the point in continuing to
wear Pamela's ring? If I took it off, I would sever all
ties to the women from my past. I would only have Devon and
Kristanna and that, as you may imagine, sounded like a good
idea. This ring was the only link I had to the past...
"Krissy!" came Devon's voice from around the corner of
the house. Devon's half laugh/half scream immediately
piqued my interest, so I turned my head in that direction
and then smiled at what I saw once they came into view.
Devon was running, trying her absolute best to flee from
Kristanna, who was chasing her with a primed garden hose in
hand. She had that hose aimed at Devon's back, and was
spraying her in true Kristanna style. She LOVED to play
around and be over-the-top goofy like this.
"Krissy! Stop!" Devon was whining as she tried in vain
to run the perimeter of the back yard. Still, I could tell
that Devon was having a good time. She loved being in these
kind of situations with not only Kristanna, but me as well.
"KRISSY!" Devon screeched, as she was tackled from behind
and then forced to roll onto her back. Kristanna mounted
Devon's stomach and then aimed the garden hose directly at
her face. Devon kicked her legs about and rocked her face
from side-to-side, but it was no use. She was drenched.
"That's what you get for putting itching powder in my
panties, Devvy!" Kristanna exclaimed, unable to control her
laughter. She aimed the hose at Devon's face once again and
totally doused her. "You know that I would not let that go
without retribution!" Next, Kristanna stuffed the hose down
Devon's blouse and let its water run wild. Devon kicked and
screamed, and whined incessantly, but Kristanna continued to
laugh. It was payback time for a prank from earlier today.
"Jeremy!" Devon screamed, looking over at me, literally
drowning in an oncoming rush of water. "Make her stop!"
Kristanna - much stronger and more athletic than Devon could
ever dream of being - was totally in control here. "JEREMY!"
Instead of getting up and throwing myself into the very
spirited and playful struggle, or even saying anything about
it, I simply tilted my head and looked at my pair of wives.
The best part of my life was not that I was married to
two gorgeous, bombshell blondes the looks and likes of which
were personified by Devon and Kristanna. Nor was the best
part of my life was that I was the father of a pair of
wonderful, healthy children. Of course, it was not my money,
either. That did not even register as a blip on the radar.
Rather, the best part of my life - the thing that I took
the greatest amount of pleasure from - was the simple fact
that our little family was happy. Not just me, but everyone
involved. Devon, Kristanna, even Ariel and Kaden... and me.
Really now... is there a better feeling in the world? A
double blowjob, being the centerpiece of an orgy, even
winning millions upon millions of dollars in the lottery...
none of it makes you feel any better than just being happy.
Waking up each day, knowing you mean so much to the people
who are near and dear to your own heart. A simple smile and
"hello" from your loved one(s) whenever entering the room.
A warm hug with the words "be careful" attached when you
have to leave in your car for a couple of hours, or the day.
A person who finds themselves happy is more rich than any
amount of money or material thing could ever make them.
Trust me - I am living, breathing proof of that.
Yes, I was happy. As I looked out at Devon and Kristanna
right now, who continued to fight and struggle over control
of the garden hose, I realized this was prime evidence that
they were just as happy in life as me. Devon and Kristanna
were ALWAYS doing crazy and silly stuff together like this.
If they were not happy with each other... then why bother?
I had come a long way in life to get to the point where
I am today. Somewhere along that path, there was a girl I
knew in high school named April. She went out with everyone
in the school but me. We were good friends for three years
but no matter what I tried, I could never get April to like
me quite the same way that I liked her. I remember that I
used to cry myself to sleep at night, fretting over her.
What could I do to finally get April to go out with me?
There was also the saga of Victoria. After moving to
California from New Jersey at the impressionable age of 18,
I found my first-ever girlfriend in Victoria and wound up
proposing marriage to her. We made it to the chapel, yes,
but Victoria ran off with her best friend/lover - a girl by
the name of Mindy - before she spoke her vows to me. I was
left standing at the altar with every single eye in the
audience trained upon me, knowing that my bride-to-be had
publicly dumped me for not another man, but another woman.
Still, it was the most humiliating experience of my life.
Whatever happened to April and Victoria? Maybe if my
high school has another reunion soon, I will choose to
attend it. What would all of my one-time enemies think of
me if I had Devon on one arm, and Kristanna on the other?
Maybe I could dress them up in expensive evening gowns, too?
I am generally not the type, but it would be a personal,
selfish dream of mine to gloat and brag like never before in
front of all of the people who wronged me in the past. What
better way to do so than by showcasing my supermodel wives?
If did go to that reunion, would April apologize to me
for all of the times she broke my heart, and say that she
made a terrible mistake in turning me down? Or would she
still show absolutely no interest in me?
Did Victoria have any regrets about leaving me high and
dry at the altar? If she could go back in time and have a
second opportunity, would Victoria choose to marry me? Or
would she have did the same thing, and left me at the altar?
As I glanced out at Devon and Kristanna, who were still
wrestling over the garden hose, I came to the conclusion
that nothing from my past mattered anymore. It did not
matter that I spent eight years in total isolation on a
secluded island off the coast of Peru - hid away from the
rest of humanity - in fear of one day being hurt again
because of what Victoria had done to me. It did not matter
that the girl I loved in high school, April, wanted nothing
to do with me back then in any sort of a romantic sense. It
did not matter that Pamela and Amy rejected me in one way or
another. Nor did it matter that Ashley still - to this very
day - hated me because I expelled her from the island.
The only thing that truly mattered anymore was the fact
that everyone in our little family was incredibly happy.
All of the pain and anguish which I endured for the first
28 years of my life... I now WOULD NOT trade for anything.
I was happy that April never accepted my advances. I was
happy that Victoria left me standing at the altar. I was
happy that I wasted six years of my life in total isolation,
spending my days so horribly depressed and lonely.
Why?
Simply because it was all part of the long and winding
road which brought me to where I am today. I would go to
the depths of Hell and stay there for a billion years, just
as long as one day, I could lead the life that I do now...
"HELP ME, JEREMY!" Devon squealed, finally succumbing to
the fact that she was fighting a losing battle in her
skirmish with Kristanna. Still, she flailed her hands at
Kristanna's shoulders and continued to kick her legs in
protest. Devon rocked her face from side-to-side yet again
and whined, "I'm drowning here!"
With the garden hose still stuffed down the front of
Devon's blouse, Kristanna shook her head at her beloved wife
and taunted, "Jeremy is not going to help you!"
I glanced down at Ariel for a moment, who simply stared
out and giggled at the sight of her two mothers in such a
situation. Next, I leaned down and pecked Kaden's forehead
with a kiss before securing him in a nearby baby seat. I
stole a quick kiss from Ariel as well, then hid my hands
long enough to dispose of the ring that Pamela had given to
me so long ago. It did not matter anymore, either.
My next move was to finally rise to my feet. It was time
for me to lend Devon a helping hand.
Halfway there, however, Kristanna stood up and turned the
hose on me. With Devon now on one knee and laughing like
never before, as Kristanna sprayed me from head to toe, I
realized that these two ladies had set me up for this...
Indeed, I would not trade my life for anything!
<<<- THE END, of "Island Paradise: DevKris" ->>>
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