"So, do you know anybody at all who is really monogamous?" Tethys asked with a smirk when I got home.
"Me," I didn't hesitate. "I just happen to be in a polyamorous lifestyle."
"Bullshit. Don't tell me you would be willing to give up Hera and Megan and the other ladies in the tribe."
"I would if you sincerely wanted me to," I answered sincerely. "As far as I'm concerned, my relationship with them is an extension of my relationship with you. You're always my first priority, and I'll do nothing to jeopardize that."
"That's sweet," Tethys responded. "So if I got hit by a truck tomorrow, you'd simply drop them from your life because I'm not there to support them as extensions?"
"Of course not. We'd all visit you in the hospital and help you recover. You aren't getting rid of any of us that easy!"
We were in our usual relaxing-after-work posture, Tethys resting her head on my belly as she would a pillow, gazing lovingly at my cock, which was of course as hard as she could get it. As we casually chatted, she just as casually stroked her fingers along the shaft, gently squeezed my balls or tickled them, grabbed the shaft again tightly while pumping it up and down, and occasionally dipping her head down to give the flesh a kiss or even a short suck. It was thrilling and ecstatic, but our tradition dictated that I keep talking casually, although I couldn't help but intersperse it with moans.
About half way through, she mounted me cowgirl style, forcing me inside her and sliding up and down on my cock as she continued to chat about the day's events. The main caveat was that I wasn't allowed to cum, not yet. Technically we were engaging in our warmup for weightlifting at Carl's later. I suppose it served the purpose.
I usually felt a bit guilty when Tethys sat astride me this way, essentially doing all the work. Yes, I was stroking her body and playing with her nipples as she rode me, but I really felt like I should have been giving her foreplay. Occasionally I was able to lick her clit or finger her pussy, while kissing her body, and I know she loved it, but she preferred to take the active role more often than not. She just wasn't big on foreplay, unless she was playing with my cock. Otherwise, she simply wanted it deep inside her whenever possible. Her desire to fuck permeated nearly all of our activities.
That desire continued after we arrived at Carl's. Megan was off from work, so she was there along with her mother Rena. Hera had just recently started working out with us. Her parents had begun attending the home gym of Jo and Joe, and she was the last holdout. Hearing her parents Phoebe and Herakles talking about their DOMS, the concept of "pain is weakness leaving the body," and noticing her mother losing weight, her dad gaining weight, and both of them feeling stronger and more energetic, she was finally shamed to the point of joining us. She retained enough of her self-esteem to decide to work out with us, rather than them.
"I'll fuck 'em, but I won't lift weights with them. I have to draw the line somewhere," she chortled.
Part of my duty as Carl's replacement, being the only male in the weight room, was to fuck all the women there at some point during the session. We wrote that off as aerobics. The complicated part was in determining who was going to receive my semen. That changed each time we went, I had to distribute the wealth fairly. Tonight it worked out to be Rena's turn, and she was quivering with excitement. The problem was I had to fuck everyone else first so I could end in Rena, and those fucks has to be sandwiched between exercises. That in itself was a fitness challenge. I did five sets of bench presses, then fucked Tethys. I did five sets of squats, then fucked Hera. I did five sets of barbell rows, then fucked Megan. I did five sets of overhead presses, then finally fucked Rena. And even then we weren't done. I still had several sets of chinups, stiff-legged deadlifts, and lateral dumbell raises to finish. Tethys acted as coach, and each of the girls had their own individual workout routine to follow, but we'd all break at the same time to cheer on whoever was getting my cock.
I was always enthralled and fascinated at the enthusiasm with which Megan and her mother cheered and encouraged each other as they were getting fucked. Each was totally rhapsodic to watch my cock, or any other cock for that matter, disappearing into the others sodden pussy. Their faces would be so close to the point of penetration that I could feel their breath on my balls, and often fingers and tongues. When they whooped with their enthusiasm, I could even feel their voices vibrating on the skin of my testicles. For them, it truly was a religious observance, and they loudly worshiped the Goddess at every stroke. At first it had been distracting, maybe even a little spooky, but by now we were all used to it, and it just added to the kinky excitement.
Just as kinky was the delight with which the girls went after my dripping cum as it slowly oozed from Rena's satisfied pussy afterwards. Megan, as usual, demanded the first taste, she'd become unnaturally fond of eating her mother's pussy, and the predilection seemed to be mutual.
Considering the type of activity we were enjoying among ourselves, we really didn't spend as much time and energy discussing Beth's situation as we might have. Tethys, Hera and Megan accepted it casually as nothing out of the ordinary, and the other tribe members barely knew who Beth was beyond my tales of embarrassment about my first day with her, so there was nothing to remark on. At work, it really was a non-issue, most of our time was spent on the database transfer project, and once we'd established the general parameters of Beth's relationship with Dan and Nathan, there wasn't much more to discuss. My dealings with the women of The Tribe were now part of Beth's normal expectations of me, as were her relationships with her two men. She did casually mention a couple of dates where she'd brought home a third guy, and it sounded pretty kinky, but my only emotional reaction to it was to be glad that she was happy. Her work remained exemplary, the project was proceeding better than I had expected, and I was enjoying my job more than I could ever remember enjoying it before. Being comfortable and happy with Beth even made it easier to get along with my other coworkers, and Gil mentioned it with approval more than once.
Tethys and Hera had finally begun to collaborate on their art projects. Hera was of course still concentrating on her ceramic pieces and Tethys on her acrylic paintings, but they had pooled their sales efforts into a single partnership, and were offering their work online from the same website. Tethys was also doing some of the painting on a few of Hera's vases and bowls, while adopting some of Hera's sculptural motifs into the subject matter of some of her paintings. They also each modeled for each other. It made for some striking and memorable compositions. Jo and Joe actually bought a couple from each for their house. I was a little uncomfortable with that. I tend to try to keep financial dealings separate from friendships, but Tethys reminded me I had never hesitated to do business at Henri's restaurant or tip the staff well, despite our personal relationship. I couldn't really argue with that.
We continued to get regular updates from Sonia. I should say Sonia and Carl, but Carl let Sonia take care of the details of keeping in contact. I suspected he had never been much for Christmas cards, either. By now they were in Manila, having had extended gigs in Sydney, Brisbane, Adelaide, Perth, and Darwin, then two nights in Port Moresby in Papau New Guinea before jumping over to Davao City and Cebu City in the Philippines. It sounded like a real whirlwind. They'd had time to do a little sight-seeing along the way, but for the most part it was all business. They'd had good crowds, few breakdowns in the show, and even a couple of good writeups in the local press. There was some scandal, too. It was, after all, a relatively conservative part of the world, and Sonia's stage act was not exactly family friendly. It was also a tourist part of the world, though, and their chosen venues were in tourist-heavy parts of the countries. The band, and Sonia, were getting exposure not only to the locals, but to tourists from Europe, the United States, and various parts of Asia. There would be an album following this tour, and Sonia was confident that they were building an international demand for it. For all Henri's loneliness, he was proud of Sonia, and spoke of her with admiration. There weren't many titillating details of Sonia's sex life. Unlike the previous year's tour, it appeared that Carl was the only one she was fucking - which was a big reason she had brought him along. Sex with her band or crew members introduced unpleasant side effects and complications, locals and tourists were out of the question, and Carl knew the score and exactly what was expected of him.
Overall, life for me was settling down into a pleasantly predictable pattern. My job was going well, my relationships were satisfying, between the various ladies of The Tribe, especially Tethys, of course, and Hera, occasionally Rena, Megan, Phoebe, and on Sundays Jo and Angela, I was in greater sexual demand than I had ever been. There was nearly always at least one amorous woman close by, often more than one, and for some reason they seemed to have a common goal to keep my cock hard and teased at all times. I felt like a teenager sometimes, with the amount of time I spent sporting an erection, but unlike a teenager, or at least myself as a teen, there was no frustration involved. I was donating more semen than most people donated blood, and the women in my life were as happy about it as I was.
In reality, I had no right to be living like this. Real women, as I've always believed, aren't into sharing. It's not just group sex, it's group relationships, and the emotional entanglements get exponentially more complex as the numbers increase. Jealousy, competition, favoritism, misunderstandings, conflicting priorities, secrets, money imbalances, ego trips, hurt feelings, all of these can only multiply when you add people to a relationship. As much as we might be tempted to seek sex with others, monogamy is simply so much easier to mange that it's no wonder most people stick with it. Yet here we were, more than a threesome, an actual tribe consisting of thirteen individuals, each with individual histories and needs, yet I'd not seen any sign of these negative forces accumulating. Sometimes I'd be alone with Tethys, more often Hera would join us, and other times we'd be with various combinations of our tribe members - and then on Sundays we'd have the whole group together. The complexity was there, but the egos didn't seem to be. I couldn't explain it, but I could certainly appreciate it. I was involved with some remarkable people, and I could never have expected it to happen by itself. But it always felt like I had nothing to do with it. In my mind, Tethys was the one who had assembled all these wonderful people, and I was the beneficiary.
I think a big part of the reason the arrangement worked so well is because all of these polyamorous interactions were actually embedded within monogamous, trusting relationships. I'll go out on a limb and hypothesize that polyamory works best as an extension of monogamy. I had Tethys, of course, Joe had Jo, Angela had Rick, Henri had Sonia, and Phoebe had Herakles. Megan, Rena, Hera and Carl were outliers, perhaps, but they didn't act like they needed to intrude on any of the more foundational relationships. Hera and Megan may have been the most naturally polyamorous among us, Rena was still discovering herself sexually and socially, and Carl seemed happy to simply accept whatever attention and affection he was offered. From the updates we were getting from the tour, it appeared that Sonia wasn't neglecting him on that front.
Megan was busy with both school and her job, so we didn't see as much of her as any of us would like. She still participated in our Sunday gatherings, and tried with limited success to make her workout schedule mesh with mine, occasionally made it to my house or Tethys' apartment on an evening off, when homework was light. She missed the abundance of sex she was used to having, but there was no denying she was enjoying her classes and the school environment.
"It's still only the first semester and everything is extremely general, but I'm still trying to decide whether, once I specialize, I should focus on sexual psychology or sexual philosophy," she mused as she sat in the midst of our Sunday gathering.
"I'm probably the most inappropriate person possible to ask this question, but what would you do with a philosophy degree?" Tethys broke in.
"Deliver pizza?" Megan shrugged with a faint chuckle. "What I'd really like, even if it is just a pipe dream right now, is to help flesh out the Goddess cult that Phoebe and Mom and I are building. Maybe turn it into an actual religion and gather followers. Give it a bit of a firmer foundation."
"What about me? I'm part of the Goddess cult too," Hera protested.
