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Chapter 3

Scott Quittman came to again after passing out once more, only to find that he had company. Rhonda Walker, nee Volmer. What was she doing there? What did she want, anyway? The last that Scott knew, Rhonda was a widow doing the best to make do in the wake of Verlan's murder by Alby Grant. Her late marriage had been a mixed bag, ending even more tragically than his. All that he, Scott, had to face was divorce. Rhonda, like Sarah's three mothers, had been bereft of her husband, the man whom she loved.

"Rhonda? What do you want?" Scott growled, being in no mood to listen to her complaints, in spite of his empathy for her...

Rhonda had been a beast for the short time that he let her crash with him at Sarah's behest. The last thing that Scott wanted was to actually spend time with her if he could avoid it. As he recalled, Rhonda had exposed Barb Henrickson, Sarah's mother, as a polygamist wife, costing her any chance at the Mother of the Year award for which she was nominated by Teenie.

"I came because... I felt badly... because... I should have warned you that Heather and Sarah were lesbos. I certainly knew or suspected it about Heather. I wasn't sure about Sarah, but she was always chummy with Heather, and well, dykes of a feather," Rhonda exhibited a bit of snark in her very nasty mood.

"Go ease your conscience somewhere else, Rhonda. I still haven't forgotten what you did to Sarah's mother. That was nasty and uncalled for... and the way that you treated me was shabby as hell when I let you crash with me. I haven't forgiven you for that, either. So, go, do your little sassy, holier than thou routine somewhere else. I don't need it. I need to move on with my life, but I'm depressed as fuck right now. And I haven't even been released from the hospital yet. How did you get in, anyway?" Scott snapped at her now.

"I brought you here and convinced them that I'm your wife. So, deal with it. I'm going to let you crash with me for a while. And if I were you, I'd go along with it, because if you don't, you might not get out of the hospital as soon as you like. They know that they can't discharge you entirely on your own power, after all," Rhonda scoffed, making Scott red with embarrassment and sheer frustration.

"Damn it, Rhonda! Oh, okay for now... it's not like I have a wife or girlfriend or anything. And you're not exactly jailbait anymore, are you?" Scott shrugged, wanting out of the hospital sooner rather than later... so he could figure out what to do about little Bill.

His son.

Named after his father-in-law, the late polygamist state senator and entrepreneur William "Bill" Henrickson. His son, named by his estranged, unfaithful wife, who had once gotten jealous over his other ladies. Yeah, what a joke that now appeared in hindsight. But, to be fair, she was a very different girl back then, sheltered, prudish, more uptight by far than she was now. Not that it did him much good once she loosened up, since she went for her best friend and they became lovers, after all.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Quitman, but visiting hours are over. Your husband will probably be released in the morning, but for tonight, we just need a bit more observation. Come by in the morning to pick him up, okay?" the nurse who had taken over Scott's care dismissed Rhonda for the night.

"Very well, then. I will see you in the morning. Oh, and Nurse, Kelly, is it, if another woman shows up and claims to be his wife, she is. Sarah Quitman. She's my sister-wife, though she can't admit it in public. We're polygamists, Scott, Sarah, and I. You might remember her. Her father was Bill Henrickson, former owner of Home Plus," Rhonda cleverly covered her ass with a very helpful, even convenient explanation for if Sarah disputed her wifely status.

"And if a woman named Heather shows up, she's a sister-wife, too. Just not one on my good side," Scott responded by tying up another loose end.

"Just how many wives do you have, honey?" Kelly teased Scott, not at all as judgmental as he feared over what was, after all, a lie.

"Just those three, and at the rate things are going, I might be an involuntary monogamist pretty soon. There's a reason that I fainted, you know. Bad news. Very bad news on the marital front," Scott thought as Rhonda blew him a very convincing kiss.

If he didn't know what a lying, acting, narcissistic sociopath she really was, of course. Whatever Sarah's and Heather's vices, at least they weren't vicious cunts like Rhonda Walker. Sure, she was taking him, but Scott was still suspicious of her motives. What was the little heifer up to, anyway? He supposed that he had no choice but to find out.

Well, well, lesbos, it's time for my revenge on both of you. Just you wait until I marry Scott and have his babies... lots of them. And you have to see what a good man you threw away in each of your cases... with him and with Ben. I'll find a lady... or two for him, since he does believe in the Principle, deep down where it counts. And now, so do I again... and I'll just have to guide Scott into it. That would be the ultimate revenge on both of you, to have the men that you rejected uphold the very principle that you so much despise.

I just wish that I hadn't discouraged plural marriage with Verlan. If ever a man deserved plural wives, it was my Verlan. He was worth far more than I ever knew. He saved me. He saved me. Many times over.

Chapter 4

Ben Henrickson awoke again to a bit of a headache, to put it rather mildly. Nor was he alone, of course. He was still in bed with Ana, and he had clear signs of a hangover now. He wasn't used to drinking, and yet Ana had plied him over the course of the night with a bit of strong Serbian brandy. Oh, damn, no wonder she drew Dad to her like a moth to a flame... she could be rather intoxicating herself.

"Well, well, my sleepy boy! How are you, darling? So handsome, such a stud, in fact! Your father was quite the man, even if we couldn't make it work out with our very different ideas of marriage, but you, my dear boy, you are a real treat! Now, now, don't get out of bed yet, dear! We have a lot of time to enjoy each other. A lot more time, dear!" Ana kissed his face repeatedly and stroked his hair.

"I got... a headache!" Ben complained, "do you have any medicine?"

"Of course, dear lad! But you gotta take it from my lips!" Ana put the pills right where he had to kiss her again just to ingest the ibuprofen.

"Damn... wow... you are... wow!" Ben was at a loss for words.

"Cat got your tongue? Here, have some more of that!" Ana told Ben as she squatted above his face and planted her pussy on his mouth.

Before Ben knew what was up, Ana leaned over to take his cock in her mouth and thus introduced him to his first true sixty-nine. Oh, God, Ana tasted delicious, too, and his dick could melt in that hot mouth of hers! It was a truly exhilarating time, coupling with this sultry ex-wife of his father's, this foreign waitress with her silky, smoking accent.

What the fuck was he doing, though? He couldn't be the lover of his father's one-time plural wife, could he? She was quite a bit older than him, very worldly and sophisticated, but oh, damn, she knew what to do with his body! How could Ben resist this temptation, especially having had the forbidden fruit now? She was far too yummy to be given up that easily. If Brynn was sexy as fuck, Ana was even more so, particularly with the benefit of so much experience.

As for Ana, she was in hog heaven or whatever. She felt as if she floated on the clouds as she felt Ben's admittedly amateurish, yet enthusiastic oral favors. His tongue work could be improved, of course, but it would be hard to do better than him for eagerness to explore her lower half with his mouth. It didn't hurt that she felt nice and fresh with plenty of douches and washing down there, even if she had a bush (a trimmed one, of course).

When Ben instinctively began licking Ana's taint and her butt-crack, she felt her arousal growing stronger each time he lapped at her. She adored the way that he dove in to rim her as well as slithering along her taint with his tongue. She also craved more of his cock in her mouth and she made sure that he knew it. She even put his balls between her lips and rolled them around to further excite him.

"Damn... oh, God... oh, God... Ana... Ana!" Ben groaned, just as she took his last inch down her throat and sucked as if her life depended on it.

Ben lost it then, of course, erupting in Ana's gullet just as she creamed herself on his face. She snickered and then curled up with him in bed, stroking his hair and putting her head against his chest after swallowing every drop of his jizz. Ana held him tight to her for a little while, just enjoying the sound of his heartbeat as he lay naked with her under the sheets. What a day!

"Stay... come on, Ben... just stay with me! Don't leave. I will be very good to you, I swear. I can't... give you up. I just can't, baby. What do you say to that?" Ana urged Ben with several kisses to his face and chest.

"Damn, Ana, you make it very hard to leave you, that's sure! But what if... we stray... we both have exes and, you know... it could be tough for both of us to be faithful to each other. Plus, you were Dad's wife, one of my stepmothers... what do you plan to do about that? You're raising my brother... or sister?" Ben gave rather weak, unconvincing objections, which made Ana laugh a bit.

"Oh, hush you! I'm European! I don't care if you stray now and then. And frankly, what difference does it make, as long as we keep coming home to each other and keep the hearth fires burning for each other. I want my daughter, your sister, to have a father, and who is better than her big brother, since she'll never know her birth father?

"Besides, I shared your father, I was willing to share Goran... I probably did, truth be told, more than I knew. So, how about it, honey? I really want to keep you in my bed where you belong! What do you say? I'll take it in the ass, if it helps. Trust me, I might be an older woman, but that just makes me more enlightened. And I will gladly let you put another baby in me! You could even adopt your baby sister, Nadja!" Ana fought back tears, worried as she was that it would be too sudden and Ben would reject her.

"Damn, Ana... you really want me, don't you? Well, you do have a bit of a captive audience and I can't believe my luck... and imagine how jealous it will make some folks. Just don't get nasty with Mom. We know that you had your differences, of course. So, please, try to get along with Mom," Ben told her.

"So, we're lovers, then? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Don't worry, I won't rush into marriage just yet, if you're okay just dating me and living with me for now. I kinda have to wait for the divorce to come through, anyway. We're not exactly living quite like your old man, after all," Ana laughed as she stunned Ben by mounting him and guiding him into her ass.

Ben was floored by this, never having experienced anal before. Not even Brynn had given up the booty at the time they split up. Ana's bottom was absolutely phenomenal and he knew that he could never give it up, either. It was so tight and hot inside there, slick and ready, so she must have planned this part a little ahead and lubed her backdoor to take him easier. Ana knew what she was doing, of course. Ben grunted and Ana clenched as she rode him and impaled her sweet bum on his pole.

"Ana... oh, God, Ana... you win! You got me! I'm... yours!" Ben caved, but it was understandable.

He was young, naive, relatively sheltered, and grist for Ana's mill. She knew it, too. She had her man right where she wanted him. She would make it worthwhile, of course. Why wouldn't she? Now, to finish pampering him for the morning... and maybe show off her brand new boyfriend. She made it clear that she meant business as she squeezed every last drop of his cum from his balls into her luscious derriere.

"Hey, baby, let's take a shower and then I'll make you breakfast, okay? I'm your woman now and you're my man. Whatever else happens, straying or whatever, I'm yours. I take that seriously. I won't make the mistakes that your father and I made with our brief marriage and romance. I will do better with the son than with the father. I will make amends to Bill by staying with you the way that I should have with him," Ana revealed at least part of her purpose: atonement, among other, more selfish motives.

Ana got a second chance to be with a Henrickson man, and she wasn't about to blow it this time.