[Love and sex in a Group marriage. Mf, ff, anal, bondage, forced orgasms. This segment is in Erotic Couplings and could be in BDSM even though, IMHO, there is no heavy SM in the story. Be aware that it fits in both categories. If any of the events listed would offend you, please don't read the story. I have no desire to offend any reader. Your comments welcome. No children or animals were hurt in the creation of this chapter. ]
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The winter passed slowly, too fast. Work on the houseboat went well when the weather was good. The inside of the HB as we came to call it, was almost finished when the first warm weekend arrived. The outside still looked a bit ratty but as soon as we could count on three days of good warm weather the outside would be looking good.
Homework with the kids and the to-do list kept Jim and I busy when we weren't in school or at the HB. He and I learned a lot about working together, about doing a job carefully, and about philosophy.
My wives took care of my schedule, Jim's, Krystn's, and all the little guys. I was constantly amazed at how smoothly things ran. I'd been on ships that I thought ran smoothly, but nothing compared to our family. I noticed a routine being established for my life. Someone made sure each wife got her time with me and with her sisters too. Since I didn't have a bed I was pretty sure I would not be sleeping alone any time soon. Under the plastic desktop protector on my desk I had made a note to myself. I covered it so it wouldn't be too obvious.
The note said: Sandra: surprise me. Margie: Take care of me. Della: Touch me. Pat: Snuggle.
The note was from conversations we had when we first met. I had asked how best to love them. I looked at the note at least once a week and did something for each of them whenever I could. When a storm made all the cars filthy Jim and I took them and got the outsides and the insides clean. Another storm came three days later, but they noticed. Sandra had a sweatshirt that had a small stain on it. I got her a new sweatshirt. I just replaced the stained one. She noticed and she cried. One Friday Della was told she was going out for dinner. I picked up Chinese and we went twenty miles to a Marriott. Our room was right next to the hot tub and I brought lotions so I could give her a massage. Margie got a card in the mail that invited her to a day trip for two. I had discovered that she loved quilting so when I heard about a quilt show not more than a ninety minute drive, we went. She spent the day explaining quilts to me and I had a great time listening to her. All winter long I looked for ways to tell each woman that I loved her. Pat got a visit from me at least once a week. I would arrive just as she finished her shift carrying food and we would eat naked on her bed. Sometimes she was dessert and sometimes I was. She loved being held, naked, and teased until she begged for release. Once a week she would come to Sandra's and we would have dinner together. Sometimes after dinner she and Sandra would play in Sandra's bedroom.
On the second warm weekend I went back to the mechanic in town to have Margie's SUV serviced and the oil changed. The owner said he had found the car for Jim. It belonged to his sister-in-law and he had done all the care since it was new. It was eight years old and she wanted to get a bigger car because she was pregnant. He showed it to me. An eight year old Honda Accord. It looked like it had been in a garage for all eight years. Best of all, I could afford it. We talked for a while and the price got even better. Jim's birthday was in the middle of June. He agreed to hold the car until the big day.
That night I sent Jim into town to the DQ with the shorter members of the family and I asked my wives about getting Jim a car for his birthday. They had thought about it but not decided. They knew about getting a new car but not about how to get a good used car. I let them in on how I found the Honda. They wanted to see it and the plan was agreed upon for getting it for Jim.
On the next day, Sunday, I said I'd like to spend some time on the HB. None of my wives objected so by ten I was on my way. Della had packed an ice chest for me. Jim had other things to do with his friends and Krystn had a sleepover with four of her girlfriends. Mark wanted to go but the rule was that no children could go to the HB until they could swim. As I said, by ten I was on my way... alone.
I finished the electrical work, put switch plates and outlet covers wherever needed and spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mess that construction makes. At four I sat out on the rear deck and ate my lunch. Two guys who were also working on their boats for most of the winter dropped by and I shared what I had with them. We talked about boating and how it was a good way to escape.
They thought it was a great way to escape their children and the wife. I thought it was a great way to escape the noise and think. One of the guys, Carl, mentioned he had seen my son and daughter out working on the HB with me but had never seen my wife. The other guy, Jesse, said he had seen the kids too, but my wife must hate the boat like his wife hated his boat. I realized they didn't know it was wives they hadn't seen. They hadn't been out more because this was my project and it was just about ready for their involvement. They had asked to make curtains, buy the tables, chairs and whatever else would complete the interior.
When it was almost dark I bagged the trash and all three of us locked up and went home.
In bed that night with Sandra we talked.
"You know, Nick, I think you are a great Dad."
"That is part of what I signed on as, Dad."
"You are a good husband, too."
"I worry more about that role than Dad. I don't have any experience at either but I've seen good Dads. I'm not sure I've ever seen a good husband up close where I could study him."
"Have we been complaining?"
"No."
"If we were unhappy do you think we would keep quiet about it?"
"I hope not."
"Keeping quiet isn't in our DNA."
"Good."
We lay together in the bed, comfortable and warm, next to each other. We didn't join every time we slept together. I usually got a signal somewhere between four in the afternoon and bedtime for little people that I was going to get lucky. I hadn't gotten the signal that day. Sleeping next to Sandra was treat enough most nights. I calculated it once, I had spent thirteen years at sea with the Navy. That adds up to forty-seven hundred nights in a bed by myself. Since I met Della, Margie and Sandra I hadn't slept alone one night.
Sandra's hand slowly snaked over to me. When she touched my hip her hand slowly slithered up onto my body and as though her hand could see in the dark it went straight for my dick. By the time she touched it, it was at half mast. As slowly as she had approached was just how slowly she began moving her hand up and down my shaft.
"Hey, Sailor, how tired are you?"
"Tired? What made you think I was tired?"
"You hadn't stuck anything inside me in days. I thought maybe you were getting tired of me."
"You must be thinking of some other sailor. This one is not tired of you at all. In fact, if you're available I'd like to spend an hour or so kissing various parts of your delightful anatomy."
"Where would you like to start?"
"About half an inch down your neck from your ear lobe."
