Loving Lacey Ch 21

***All persons engaged in sexual activity are portrayed as over 18***

Early April

Year 3 of Us

Sunday

The movement of the bed woke me. "Lacey?"

"Right here, love." Came the soft voice from my left.

"Cathy?"

"She's going to check on the twins."

"That's my job..." I started to protest.

"Not this morning. We're going to cuddle a bit."

"One of my favorite things." I took Lacey into my arms, and she kissed me.

"I know, but it won't be for long. I have to deal with uploading a video." She snuggled her face into my neck. "Remember Sundays for us?"

"Oh, yes. You brought more sunshine into my life. Those chats made me feel good for almost the entire week. Gwen thanked you for that." I smiled softly.

"I know." I heard a chirping from Lacey's phone. "It's time." She sat up after giving me another kiss. I watched as she took off her hair bonnet and stretched her arms. Lacey patted my arm as Cathy carried the twins in, with the dogs following close behind.

Lacey gave all three of them a kiss, Sam, Cathy, then Duncan, before pulling on a robe and heading to the office.

"Where's she going?" Cathy wondered.

"To get her laptop and to start things going with her next video. Her fans will appreciate that."

"Oh."

I got up after putting my glasses on. I pulled on a shirt, stepped into my slippers, and took Duncan from Cathy. "Good morning, buddy," I said to him. "How are you this morning?"

He gurgled and patted my face while he smiled at me. I smiled back at him and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. He leaned in and put his arms on my neck. "Oh, my! I love your hugs, Duncan!"

Cathy looked at me and turned so that I could give Sam her good morning kiss. "And how is my littlest princess?" She smiled at me and gave me a kiss. I started to carry Duncan to the office door, with LB and Sherlock following.

"Hey!" Cathy said. When I stopped and looked at her, she smiled. "Don't I get a good morning kiss?"

"Do you want one?" I asked with a grin.

"Of course, I do, Daddy." She gave me a look, almost daring me.

I stepped next to her and gave her a deep kiss. I had to break it, though, when both Duncan and Sam started to rock in our arms. Cathy looked past me and smiled. "We've been caught."

I heard Lacey chuckle. "You two. Kissing around the kids. Let's go down and fix breakfast."

As we carried the twins down the stairs, both dogs leading the way, Cathy noticed Lacey's laptop. "You get the video upload started?"

"Yeah. I knew which one it was going to be. I need to keep an eye on them."

"Them?" Cathy asked.

"Yes. There are four sites I upload a video to on Sunday. I did one before we went to the inn, but Sunday is the usual day."

"That guy still trying to get your attention, Lacey?"

Lacey laughed softly as we walked into the kitchen.

"What's that?" Cathy asked.

"There's a guy who wants to chat with her. For a long time, he kept asking *me* if I was chatting with her. He seems nice, but I didn't give him much of an answer about that."

"Does he still ask you?"

"No." I answered simply.

"Does he know about you two?"

As we settled the twins into their highchairs, Lacey set her laptop on the counter, well out of Sam's reach. Lacey laughed, "No. He thinks that Wyatt has simply disappeared. Fans do that at times."

"I just ended my old account and started a new one," I said.

"So, you can still chat with her?"

Lacey giggled, which set off the twins. "No, but he does chat with some of the other folks there."

"And, yes, a few of my contacts know about us. They're happy for us, and they know who the twins' father is."

As Lacey got our cereal down from the cabinet, I got some bowls and a couple of jars of baby food, and spoons. Lacey smiled at Cathy. "I hope cereal is good, this morning. We have several types you know, so come over and take a pick. We can always add your favorite to the list for next weekend."

Cathy joined Lacey in front of the cabinet and looked over what we had. She said, "Oh, those are good," before pulling a box down. Lacey smiled before checking your laptop.

"How's it going?"

"Pretty good. Should be completely up in about ten minutes."

"Is this a new one, my princess?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'll have to make a purchase later today."

"You buy her videos?" Cathy asked.

"Yeah."

"But why?" she was confused.

"It improves her stats on the site, I like having a copy for myself, and it shows my appreciation for her work."

Cathy looked at me as she brought her cereal choice to the table, then she took the cereal bowls from Lacey while she checked her laptop. Cathy looked at Lacey. "Won't you just give them to him?"

"Yes." Lacey shrugged. "It's a quirk he has. *I've* bought a copy of all five of his novels."

I grinned at both of them. "And I appreciate *that*."

"You guys are weird."

Lacey walked behind me, flipped my ponytail out of the way, and gave the back of my neck a kiss. "Yep."

Cathy started to feed Duncan while I gave Sam her breakfast. As we and the twins ate, Cathy was very quiet.

Lacey looked at Cathy, a curious look on her face. "What's wrong, Cathy?"

"Huh? Oh, I have questions I want to ask, but I don't know if they'll be okay."

I leaned forward and wiped Sam's face. "You've eaten it all, Sam! You must like it." She smiled at me and then I winked and smiled at her, which made her smile grow wider. I got some dry food for the dogs' breakfast and put it in their bowls. "Ask away. We may, or may not, answer them. A lot depends upon where we are, and who's with us at the time."

Cathy nodded. "Fair enough."

Lacey cleaned Duncan's face before kissing the top of his head as she stepped to the counter and checked the laptop. She nodded. "Good. It's up and looks good." Lacey walked behind Cathy and caressed her shoulders. "Ask your questions, Kitty-cat."

"First question: How many guns do you own?"

"I'll take this one, beloved." Lacey nodded. "There are four large caliber pistols and two smaller ones in this house. You saw one of mine yesterday. Lacey is actually better than I am with pistols. She's also pretty good with a shotgun, of which we have two."

"Thank you for the compliment, cowboy."

I shrugged. "True is true. I'm better with rifles -- we have ten."

"Ten?"

"Yes."

"Why that many?" Cathy asked.

"Different uses, Cathy."

"Wyatt is so much better with a rifle -- I have small hands and my arms aren't really long enough for most rifles." Lacey added.

I gave her a little bow from where I was standing.

"Okay. Second one: just how many videos have you done, Lacey?"

Lacey stepped back to her laptop and looked at it. "Right now, I have four hundred and seventy-five videos available online."

"Is that all of them?" Cathy asked.

"No, there are a dozen over on Erica's site, and there are seven new ones I haven't released yet, as well as a dozen older ones."

"Wow. Okay. Third question: is Wyatt in any of them?"

We both burst into laughter, which made the twins laugh, too. Lacey pointed at me as I started getting Sam out of her chair. "You answer and tell her *why*."

Cathy took up Duncan as Lacey gathered the dirty dishes and put them in the sink.

"I'll answer on the way up to get these two into the bath." Going up the stairs, I saw that Lacey had her laptop and was only a few steps below Cathy. "I have been in one. Well, part of me has been in one. There's one she made while she was pregnant. She was on her hands and knees using a toy -- you can see my hand holding that toy. All of me in one? Nope. I'm camera shy."

Lacey giggled again as we walked into the babies' bathroom, leaving her laptop on the bench in the hall. The dogs started to join us in the bathroom, but Lacey shook her head. "No guys, just wait. Sit." Both of them obeyed you, but they did sit so that they could look into the bathroom.

"Is he really camera shy, Lacey?"

"When it comes to my type of camera work? Yes." As I undressed Sam, Lacey caressed my back before she started the bathtub running. "We've done a couple for ourselves, just for the spice, and he does well. If he knows that it's going to go public? Nope."

"Wow. Why?'

"It's who I am, Kitty-cat."

"Okay. Fourth question: I've heard you say that Lacey saved you. How?"

Lacey took her robe off and started giving Sam her bath while I got Duncan undressed.

"Lacey?"

"Kitty-cat, we'll answer that this afternoon, while they're taking a nap. Okay?"

"Sure."

Our pattern for giving them baths was made easier with Cathy, who had very quickly figured out what needed to be done. We got them dried and dressed, then we went back down to the living room. Cathy and I started playing with the twins while Lacey settled on the couch, dealing with things on her laptop. The dogs watched us playing, and Sherlock crept close to Duncan's stuffed lion, while LB just rolled onto her side after she yawned. Sherlock kept his head down, watching as Duncan stacked blocks.

I watched this whole thing as Sam tugged her stuffed otter closer to her. This was a familiar game, and I hid a smile. Sherlock crept a little closer to the lion, and Cathy looked up and I could see her start to speak. I shook my head and raised a finger to my lips. She looked at me, a question on her face. I just tilted my head towards the action.

Sherlock was almost touching the lion with his nose. Duncan turned with a laugh and grabbed it. Sherlock jumped to his feet, tail wagging. He boofed a little, and bumped Duncan with his nose. Duncan laughed even more and grabbed Sherlock's chin.

"Careful, Duncan. Love Sherlock. No hurt, okay?"

Duncan smiled at me and planted a kiss on Sherlock's nose. When Duncan let go, Sherlock backed up a step and sneezed. Cathy laughed and Lacey looked up. "Kidnapping attempt?"

"Yep. Foiled, once again, by the alert security force of Twins Incorporated."

Lacey laughed. "Cathy, this happens most of the time while we're in here, doing the Sunday thing. Sherlock tries, but somehow, the twins prevent the taking of either otter or lion."

"How do they know?"

I laughed. "I can't hear it, but my princess has reassured me that Sherlock makes sure to click his front nails on the floor while making little puffs of his breath. Sometimes, I can see his lips moving, but I can't hear anything."

"It's one of their favorite games, Cathy," Lacey said with a smile.

Cathy nodded her understanding and looked at me. "What do you mean you can't hear what Sherlock does?" She handed Sam a block as Sherlock walked over to them.

"My hearing is pretty bad, Cathy."

"Why?" She started to rub Sherlock's ears, and he gave her his doggy grin.

"Let's see -- there's loud 70s rock and roll, firearms, and jet engines. Soft sounds are tough."

"I will continue to bug you, love, to go get hearing aids." Lacey smiled at me, then shook her head. "Cathy, this is one of those things that he's been stubborn about."

"Why? Vanity?"

Lacey looked at me and made a rolling gesture with a hand.

"Vanity? Me?" I laughed. "No, not vanity. The last time I tried them, they hurt my ears, and my glasses make them problematic, too."

"When did you last try them?"

"About four years before Gwen died."

Cathy got up on her knees and placed a hand on my shoulder. Looking into my eyes, she smiled. "My dad got a set last month. They're just slightly bigger than a pencil eraser now, and they fit completely into your ear. Think about it. Okay? For them?" She looked at the twins who were playing together. "And us?" She looks at Lacey.

"Well?" Lacey's voice was soft.

"Let me research. Tomorrow, okay, my loves?" They both nodded, and Lacey gave Cathy a small smile.

After another hour or so, Lacey closed your laptop. "Done. For now."

"Oh?"

"Basic outlines for five or six videos, at least." Lacey looked around and noticed that I was on the other end of the couch with a book, but Cathy and the twins were gone. "Where are they?"

"Changing time. Sam produced a smelly one."

"Why aren't you up there, too?"

I showed her my phone. "She wanted to try it by herself. We're on video call, just in case." I gave her a smile. "So far, so good. Lots of laughter, which is always a good sign."

Lacey set her laptop on the coffee table, then scooted over to me. "Put your book down and give me a kiss. A long one."

I did as she said, and we enjoyed a long, loving kiss. She sagged against me as I wrapped my left arm around her. "I think this is going well, love."

I looked into her eyes and smiled. "Yes, it is."

"Do you really love her?"

"Lacey, as long as we've been together, how many times have you heard me say 'I love you', to another woman?"

She pulled her head back and stared at me. "Once."

I nodded. "Who was it?"

"Erica."

"You know that I don't throw that phrase around easily."

"I know."

"Have I said it to Cathy?" I asked with a gentle smile.

Lacey smiled, too. "Yes, you have. So, you must love her."

"You are correct, beloved."

Her smile got bigger. "Will you kiss me again?"

"As often as you want, my princess." Lacey leaned closer and we kissed again, her hands on my face.

As Lacey placed her face alongside mine, we heard them coming back down the stairs.

"I think that lunch is being requested!" Cathy called from the stairs. When I turned to look, the dogs were leading the way down the stairs.

Lacey looked up at them. "Why do you say that?"

"The time, and the fact that Sam wanted to breastfeed. From me."

Lacey laughed and we got up. Walking into the kitchen, we pulled their chairs out and talked about what to feed them. Regular food, or baby food? We decided on a combination, and gave them their lunches, while I grilled a few hot dogs for us.

After we ate, we went back into the living room. Cathy decided that she'd read aloud, so she got the book and sat on the couch. I sat beside her, and Lacey got on the floor between my legs while the twins took up their spots on either side of her. I smiled when the twins fitted themselves between my legs and Lacey before settling down.

As Cathy read, I massaged Lacey's head and neck, and she made me smile even more with her sighs. "Content, beloved?" I asked softly.

"Oh, yes. I could fall asleep right here. You're making me feel good and feeding them is just so perfect."

"Well, don't fall asleep. You've got to hold them if they drop off."

"I know." Lacey giggled as Cathy stopped reading.

"I think they're done," she said.

I leaned forward and I saw that Duncan's hands were drooped by his side. "Yeah, he's out."

Lacey placed a hand on each of them. "So is she," she said softly. "Loves, can you take them?"

"I can't, my princess."

"Why not?"

"You three have me trapped, beloved."

Lacey snickered but stopped when Duncan murmured. "Sorry, love. I forgot for a bit, I'm so comfortable."

I caressed Lacey's hair. "It's fine, sweetheart. I'm pretty comfortable, too."

Cathy smiled as she knelt down to take Sam. "You guys are perfect together, did you know that?"

Lacey's head tilted and Cathy gave her a quick kiss. "I don't know about perfect, but we do enjoy ourselves."

I reached out and Cathy handed Sam to me, who smiled sleepily at me. "Hi, cutie. Are you ready for your nap?" I got another smile, and I saw Lacey in her. "She has your smile, love. So does he."

"They both have your eyes, you know."

"Yeah." I smiled at our daughter as Cathy took Duncan. Lacey stood up gracefully, as she always did. She took Sam from me and walked towards the stairs. "I'll put their toys away, and we'll answer Cathy's last question once you're back."

"Okay."

I was putting the last of their stuff into the bins, getting ready to push the bins into their spot when I heard Cathy from behind me.

"Wyatt?"

"Yes, love?" I asked, distracted.

"Turn around."

When I did so, I saw that she was on the couch. She was naked, and she was on her knees, looking at me over her shoulder. There was a big smile on her face, and she licked her lips. I saw her fingers rub slowly over her pussy lips, which were already wet. "Kitty-cat needs breeding," her voice was sultry, and needy, at the same time. I watched as she wiggled her ass from side-to-side and then she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy.

"Does Kitty-cat really need breeding?"

"Oh, yes, she really does." She was purring as I walked to her. My cock was getting hard, and she looked at me with a smile. "It looks like you're ready to breed me, too."

I slid my pants down, and after kicking out of my slippers, I pulled them and my underwear off. She lowered herself so that her pussy was up while she spread her legs. Once I was almost touching her, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy and used that hand to gently grasp my cock. The wetness of her fingers sent a tingle through me, and I got harder.

"Oh, yes," she purred. "That's what I need in me. Please, right now!"

I let her guide my cock to her pussy. She was so wet that when I leaned forward the head of my cock slipped into her. She hissed and pushed herself back against my thighs, forcing my cock all the way inside. She snarled softly, and I grabbed her hips. She bent backwards, lowering her stomach closer to the couch. I started to pump into her, starting slowly.

I moved until I was buried completely into her pussy, feeling how wet she was getting. Her pussy grasped at me. "Stay deep, please stay deep."

I chuckled and began to pull back out. "No! Please! All of it in me!"

I slammed back into her, and she gave a little groan. I slowly pulled back out, and then slammed back into her. I did this several times, looking at her neck, thinking about wanting to bite her there when I saw Lacey's hands grasp her hair.

Lacey bent down as I looked up. "Breeding our Kitty-cat?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Couldn't wait, Kitty-cat?"

She shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?"

"Yes, mistress, I'm sorry. I had to have it."

I looked at Lacey, a question on my face. I saw that wicked smile in response, so I decided to wait for an explanation. I also saw that Lacey was nude, and her nipples were crinkled stiff.

My smile got bigger, and Lacey licked her lips as she watched me slowly moving in and out of Cathy. Lacey wrapped Cathy's hair around her hands, and she pulled Cathy's face towards her pussy, bringing her partly over the back of the couch. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I saw the look of pleasure on Lacey's face so I could guess.

Cathy started to buck under my movements, until Lacey reached down and slapped her back. "Not yet, Kitty-cat!"

"Please, mistress, I'm so close," she gasped.

"I know." Lacey bent down and took Cathy's face in her hands. "You can't cum until after he does."

"But..."

"Do. You. Understand?" Lacey's voice was very stern.

"Yes, mistress."

I stopped pumping into her, and she whined. Lacey looked at me and began walking around the end of the couch. We maintained eye contact as she got close to me.

"Slowly, love, slowly. Tease her. Please her. Pull her back the way she was." Lacey caressed my face before she kissed me. I pulled on Cathy until her hands were grasping the back of the couch, her tits rubbing against it and her back was arched downwards.

I started to move again, slowly. "That's the way, love. Make her happy but make yourself happy first. Try to keep from cumming for a bit, though." Lacey leaned against me and began to caress my back with one hand, and did the same for Cathy's hip, right where my hand was on her. I could feel Lacey's fingers touching me, and it made me tingle.

"Please, mistress!" Cathy's voice was pleading.

"What, Kitty-cat?"

Her pussy was soaking wet, and I could feel her muscles grasping at me. "I need his seed! Kitty-cat needs to be bred! Make him cum in me!"