My Polyamorous Girl Pt 24

Chapter 24: Resolutions

I looked down into those liquid greenish-brown eyes, and felt my own watering up. The catch in my throat kept me from speaking, even if I'd had anything coherent to say. Of course I'd said it. What took me so long? This was the love of my life. The knowledge that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Tethys wasn't some sudden revelation that had only hit me at this moment. I'd known it for months. Yet I'd said nothing, made no acknowledgment. Somewhere buried deep had always been the feeling that no woman could possibly want me. Once upon a time, I might have been able to point to some evidence for this conclusion, weak though it might have been. But for the past two years at least, I'd been living with proof that this feeling was wrong. Now I had no fewer than eight women who wanted me, all at once, and all delighting in the prospect of sharing me with one another.

But ok, they liked me and wanted to fuck me. Did that mean I was the kind of person that someone would be willing to make a lifetime commitment to? By now, the obvious answer should be "why not?", but my delusional mind still could not see the obvious. But the signs had been there. Tethys hadn't been all that subtle. She'd asked to move in with me. She'd mentioned the idea of having my child. Did she need to slap me across the head with a hockey stick? She knew how I felt about her, and I would have to be well past delusional not to know how she felt about me. She was surprised and shocked now, not because I wanted that lifetime commitment, not because she'd not already known I wanted it, but because I'd actually said it out loud for the first time.

It took a few minutes, but her breathing gradually returned to normal, and after a few more sniffles she looked at me and smiled.

"You love me because of my slutty philosophy?"

"Yes, and I want to share it with you," I repeated hoarsely. "I would love for you to be my slutty wife."

She rested her arms over my shoulders. "Only if you will be my slutty husband. No more monogamy for you. If I'm a slut, you have to be a slut, don't ever forget that."

"I don't think you're the only woman regularly reminding me of that fact," I agreed.

After all the times we'd been back and forth over the idea, it still amazed me that we could be a devoted couple with multiple other lovers. Our nudist Tribe was going to be a big part of our lives for a long time to come. Maybe forever. At least I hoped so.

"You know it's going to be a nude wedding," I said.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she smiled.

"We'll have to invite your dad to come."

"It would serve him right," she growled.

The rest of our conversation was mostly banter. We weren't at the point of setting a date, or making specific plans about the location or logistics. But the important decision had been made. We were going to be a married couple. At some point, if fortune prevailed, we would bring a child into the world. The commitment was there, in principle. It just wasn't arranged logistically, and there was no real rush to doing so. Tethys only made two very specific demands.

"You realize, I think, that the marriage is going to be consummated right then and there, in front of all the witnesses and guests."

"You being you, I would never have assumed otherwise," I acknowledged.

"And everyone in The Tribe is going to help you consummate it," she continued. "I think a girl's wedding day is a good justification for a gang-bang, don't you?"

"Ok, but I go first. It's only fitting."

"Of course you do. And you'll go last, too, so you better hope it goes on long enough for you to make a full recovery."

"I'm sure some of our sexy guests will be willing to help me with that," I smiled.

"And one other thing," she said in a more serious tone. "No wedding rings. They aren't necessary in our context, and they detract from our nakedness."

"You've been talking to Mimi and Ray about this, haven't you?" I guessed.

"Yep. You've noticed they don't wear wedding rings, haven't you?"

"I think you mentioned it a couple of times," I pointed out.

"They had them in their first year or so of marriage. But they were at that nude beach near San Diego, Black's Beach it's called, and they were playing in the surf when Mimi's ring came off her finger. She looked desperately for it and couldn't find it, and she felt heartbroken. She felt like she'd somehow betrayed her vows to Ray, and he'd be mad at her. Instead, he told her that rings were just for show, they were meant for outsiders, not for each other. And he took his off and threw it into the ocean to be near hers. She says their rings will always be together in the ocean, and that's good enough for them. They haven't worn wedding rings for forty-two years, and never think about it."

"So should we have some kind of symbolic objects that we can bury together somewhere, and they'll be our spiritual bond that only we know about?" I asked.

"That's kind of romantic," she nodded. "Maybe some kind of interlocking necklace pendants, or something."

"We could swim that out to the deep water off Hippie Hollow and let them sink together there. Nobody will find them, I don't think the lake ever goes down that far," I suggested.

"Never say never," she warned. "But I like that idea. It doesn't have to be a secret, though. I don't mind if we have witnesses from The Tribe to watch us do it."

We announced our plans on the next Sunday gathering, and The Tribe was uniformly enthusiastic. Hera and Megan immediately began discussing the details of the associated gang-bang.

"Carl will have to fuck Tethys last, just before Taylor has his second turn," Megan pronounced confidently. "As much as he loves sloppy seconds, he's gonna go wild dipping his cock into a pool of six other cum loads. Do you think you can hold it all in, Tethys?"

"Not all of it," Tethys answered. "I can clam it in pretty good after a guy's pulled out, but there's no way to stop it from leaking around a cock when it's actively fucking me."

"Ok, so which of our guys produces the highest volume ejaculations? He should be the one who goes just before Carl," Hera pondered.

"It's got to be either Pete or Rick," said Megan. "They're the youngest. They can produce the most and recover the fastest."

"That depends," Angela and Tethys answered almost in unison. "Henri can produce a monster spurt if he's denied himself for long enough. Let him go several days without cumming and I think he can drown any of us with his semen. His cock isn't the only thing that's huge, his balls are monstrous, and I know he can manufacture gallons of jizz, if you give him time to make it."

"Do you think we can keep Sonia off of him long enough to give him that time?" Joanne broke in.

"Is it fair to ask either of us to make that sacrifice?" pouted Sonia.

"Hey, it's Tethys' wedding! It's a sacred act. You could do it just this once," Megan cajoled.

"All right, but I get to slurp up all the cum drips from Tethys' pussy afterwards," insisted Sonia.

"Fine, if I get to lick your pussy while Tethys is dripping into your mouth," Hera said.

"Shit, don't we men have a say in any of this?" chuckled Henri.

"Not if you know what's good for you," retorted Sonia. "Just empty your balls when and where you're directed, and you'll be fine."

All in all, it was a good thing we hadn't set a date yet. I had a feeling that we'd soon lose control of the situation if we had. That's one of the few downsides of living in a Tribe: sometimes decisions are just a little

too

communal.

In the meantime, there were other positive developments. In September, the biggest professional challenge of my career, the replacement of our database engine with PostgreSQL, had gone live. We'd run both the old and new systems in parallel for a couple of months, making a few slight tweaks, but the development had come together much more smoothly than I'd dared hope. Most of that was Beth's doing, and Mike had also done great work. Other members of the crew had contributed, primarily keeping the old system running and giving feedback and performing unit tests. We three, myself, Beth, and Mike, had done most of the design and coding. It was a huge relief, and called for a huge celebration.

It wasn't like the good old days, when the company could have rented a bowling alley or a restaurant or even a picnic ground. Covid was still running rampant, and there was as yet no vaccine, although rumors had it that one or two were under development. The mortality rate had come down from its horrible peak earlier in the year, but hospitals were still strained, and too many people continued to die. It wasn't time yet to have big close personal meetings. Most of our staff were working at home, face to face meetings were limited and masked.

After some internal debate, management called an all-hands meeting via Zoom, with George Lundas and Gil Marlan as the masters of ceremonies, Ron Sanchez and Dave Marks adding prepared statements, and Beth, Mike and I as the honorees. There was polite clapping from all over the monitor screen and I had the distinct impression that the majority of the company's employees had no idea of why this was a big deal, and would rather go back to whatever they did when their cameras were switched off. But the accomplishment was real. We were now an open-source shop, and even more important, finally up to date in a way that allowed us to continue to upgrade and update without having to start from scratch every time. George had seen enough of the new system to understand its potential, and to appreciate the time, labor, and money that it was going to save us over the long run.

When the official meeting was over, George asked the three of us to remain close by, he wanted to talk to each of us individually. I was nervous. My mind went from "This will work out great!" to "No good deed goes unpunished." It was only a few minutes before Lundis appeared back on screen.

"Barber," (he rarely called me by my first name) "I know this was originally your idea, and it took a lot of determination to make us listen to you. We weren't wrong to be skeptical, but you were right with your arguments. And of course, Ms. Moore (he rarely referred to Beth by her first name either) was also quite persuasive. As it turns out, you all did a great job, and it's already paying dividends to the company. Not only is the new system going to be more capable and easier to maintain, it will alow us to service more customers, and we're already seeing results in our sales. It turned out to be a profitable decision, and Gil's department who did such an excellent job developing and implementing it deserve to be rewarded."

Then the other shoe dropped. Gil Marlan was now leaving the data division to lead the technical sales team. Ron Sanchez had been promoted to fill his position, and I was to be promoted to Database Administrator. It involved about a fifty percent salary increase, which if nothing else would put me in a higher tax bracket. Dave Marks retained his current title, but his seniority was upgraded, and Beth and Mike were both designated as senior programmers. I wasn't privy to their raises, but I assumed they were substantial. It was a heady feeling, and I was in a good mood when we closed our connection.

"Fuck Covid, we should get together and celebrate," Beth insisted as she and Mike and I held our own impromptu conference call later. There was still no vaccine, but testing was available, and we decided that as long as we tested clear, we should be able to meet in person. We each did just that, and met for dinner at one of the few outdoor eateries still open in town. Tethys came along with me. It was a nice, almost quiet, congratulatory dinner. Tethys added to the pleasant atmosphere, as Mike had an obvious crush on her, and she and Beth had become good friends and confidants. Tethys, Megan and Hera had also become suppliers of hard-core porn to Beth, since she wasn't dating and was always looking for visual stimulation to masturbate to. Much of that stimulation consisted of ultra-closeup videos of my cock, wet and shiny with saliva or cunt residue, sliding slowly and deeply into the receptive pussy or ass or mouth of one of the ladies of The Tribe. Beth had by now learned to recognize each of the women by their pussies alone. Hera was easy, of course, because of her distinctive clit ring, and Sonya because she was so black all over, except for her pink depths, but the others, I would have thought, required some experience. I'd been a little put out when I'd first learned of Beth's supply chain and the central role played by my cock. Tethys had set me straight.

"Get over it Taylor. You have a beautiful cock, and it's worth showing off. Beth isn't going to be fucking you, but that doesn't mean she can't admire the way you fuck your women. Believe me, if I didn't already have that cock available to me whenever I wanted, I'd be masturbating to those videos too."

"I'm not just a cock," I retorted. "I'm a man, not a dildo. I would hope that there's more to fucking me than just the flesh rod."

Tethys sighed. "You don't get it. We all know you for the man you are. Beth knows who's attached to that cock. She knows what kind of lover you are. She thinks your cock is beautiful too. It's unusual, unique even, and a delight to look at. Why wouldn't Beth want to watch you fuck us?"

"Well, I hope she finds the guys she's looking for soon. I don't want her looking at me at work and imagining my cock instead of her job."

"She's an adult, and she's a professional, give her a little slack," Tethys chided. "Her work hasn't suffered, has it? Besides, you're not the only porn star she's seeing. She's enjoying Pete and Carl and even Henri sometimes. I'd say you four have exceptionally aesthetic male appendages."

I shook my head. "She's more desperate than I thought."

"Not for long. Pete and Carl have agreed to give her a threesome in the next week or two."

My jaw dropped. "Nobody told me about this! She's my coworker!"

"She's YOUR coworker," Tethys reminded me. She's not Carl's coworker, and she's not Pete's coworker. You won't even be there. It's not going to be a work related encounter."

"Will you be there?"

"No, but Megan will. She's pimping Pete, after all. She wants to cheer them on."

"You've already talked to her about this?"

"Of course! It's not quite her usual preference, seeing as how Pete and Carl are both straight, and she's not into girls, but she's seen enough of our videos to know what to expect. She doesn't mind Megan watching, and she's fine with both men concentrating on her rather than each other. It's just to tide her over until she can start dating the kinds of men she likes."

I shook my head. "It just seems wrong."

Tethys cocked an eyebrow. It was her most disarming attack, she looked simultaneously funny and sexy. "Mister Barber, who are you to define what's wrong for someone else's personal life?"

"I said it

seems

wrong, that doesn't mean it

is

wrong. I'm not trying to tell anybody what not to do," I sighed.

"Good. Because it's actually very right. And of course, in addition to cheerleading, Megan's going to be the cinematographer. Yes, of course Beth is ok with it."

I guess I had something to look forward to. Back in the present, with Tethys and I sitting across from Beth and Mike, the smile on Beth's face took on a whole new implication. Was it anticipation, perhaps? I didn't know what the encounter schedule was, but I wouldn't have long to wait.

On Saturday the complete video appeared on our phones. The editing had been minimal, and the action was raw, up close, and spectacular. I hadn't been one to feel embarrassed about watching girls getting fucked every which way, but seeing Beth take those cocks made me cringe as if I was watching my mother or sister get pounded up the ass. Even that shouldn't have bothered me if I was completely logical, since I completely enjoyed watching Rena's, Joanne's, and Phoebe's daughters get impaled on multiple pulsing cocks simultaneously. I suppose it was the context and history I had with Beth, which was different than the one I shared with the women of The Tribe. Tethys had no such discomfort, and she happily watched it with Hera and Rena -- and me -- that day, and then again with the whole Tribe on Sunday at the Hill's. There it was on the big screen in high definition.

"Hey, Taylor, your friend Beth is totally hot! You think she might be interested in joining up with our group here?" Rick teased me as Beth writhed on the wall in front of us in orgasmic bliss, Pete's cock deep in her ass and Carl just as deep in her cunt. Her pussy was shaved now, just like those of The Tribe, and it definitely looked like she would fit right in.

I smirked a little. "Well, I think she'd only join permanently if she could take part in you getting ass fucked too, and were willing to suck cock alongside her."

Rick looked a little less enthusiastic, while Hera laughed gleefully. C'mon, Rick, I'd love to watch you suck Taylor's cock while Carl and Pete take turns fucking your ass. Maybe you could even take on Henri!"

Rick looked a little shaken, and all of us men, especially, Carl, Pete, and I backed off just a bit.

Still, Beth did look impressive. She was beautiful and enthusiastic, her pussy was very, very wet, and when Pete came in her mouth she squealed with joy. Her deep throat skills were impeccable, and she seemed overall just as uninhibited orally as she was anally. She kissed, licked and sucked on their slimy cocks as if they were delicious snacks, putting her on the same wavelength, with that topic at least, as our own Tribal women. She nibbled on balls, licked assholes, and ground her cunt into the men's faces. She had no shyness about her wide open cunt and well used butthole being displayed on video, and when Carl sprayed his cum all over her face and hair, she looked proudly at the camera with a big smile. I knew I wasn't going to know what to say to her during our next meeting... but maybe I did. She was far from the same Beth who'd appeared so offended at seeing Sonya and Henri naked on my phone screen during her first day at work. I wondered what Mike's reaction might be to this view of her.

Tethys was inspired that night. I'd already cum inside Sonya and in Angela's mouth earlier, and her pussy tasted of Henri and Joe, not to mention a mouthful of Rick's semen, but she was nowhere near finished. She wasn't going to let me claim depletion either. As soon as we got home, the clothes came off and she was on me like a crazy woman. We were hot, sweaty, and covered with semen and pussy residues, and Tethys was applying her talent for holding the cum from her last fuck inside her. Still, there was to be no washing off just yet. My cock was in her mouth before we got through the living room, it hadn't had a chance to re-harden. Feeling it growing inside her mouth, though, was always a thrill for both of us.

We couldn't get going too far, because we both had to pee. That's always a challenge when I'm hard, but it's apparently what Tethys wanted, because she pulled me by the cock into the bathroom, positioned it over the toilet, and held it steady as the warm stream began. She didn't miss. When it was finished, she wiped of the tip with a bit of toilet tissue, then took a seat in front of me, putting my still hard shaft back into her mouth while she released her own stream. With the toilet flushed behind us, we finally ended up in the bedroom, where our preliminary task was to thoroughly clean each others bodies completely -- with our tongues.

In a strictly technical sense, it wasn't the best tasting exercise, the aforementioned essences of sweat, semen, urine, pussy juice, and all the various combinations of precious bodily fluids were not fresh. In the sensual sense, though, it was wildly exciting, because the pheromones were concentrated and the passion was high to begin with and only rose higher. Tethys was, as I mentioned, inspired. She had me on my back as usual, but instead of sitting right down on my cock straddled my face instead, ensuring that I got a good taste of the goo from her day's earlier conquests. I'd long since disposed of my natural aversion to the taste of mixed semen and pussy juice, and experiencing the powerful pleasure reaction of Tethys as I nibbled and licked her dripping cunt and clit made it that much easier. It wasn't just the fluids, it was the smoothness of her flesh, the dark bronze color of her hairless mons, and the quivering heat of her excited labia. I loved fucking her, but eating her out was always a special treat, and the state of her pussy, whether freshly bathed or well fucked, mattered little.