The Lawsons Pt 11

This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 10

Recap - Samantha got the wedding she wanted followed by her own version of their honeymoon with a week in Florida and a week in Italy. While in Florida, Sarah confides in Roger about her fear that she is too old to get pregnant, and how she worries about the age differences in his women. With his assurances that his love for all three women is ageless, Sarah is comforted and finds peace. In Italy, the women try to explain to Roger the depths of their submission to him, but he still resists, not understanding their devotion to him. Back in Montana, the four remember that Samantha is still a Marine Reservist when her weekend drill date comes up, a melancholy mood falling upon the house.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Samantha returned Sunday afternoon to the excitement of her spouses. She was all smiles when she got out of the car, hugging and kissing both Emma and Sarah enthusiastically, but she jumped into Roger's arms and kissed him with ferocity. She laughed as he spun her around.

"I love this!" she said as her head fell backward. "I'm so happy to be home!" she yelled.

"We missed you so much, little girl," Sarah said as both she and Emma circled Roger and hugged them both.

The day was a whirlwind of fun and happiness for them. No one could resist the carnal desires they'd held back for Samantha while she was gone. There was just a big mass of bodies squirming, grunting and moaning on the bed, along with a flood of bodily fluids, not long after Sam had returned home. It was exhausting for all of them, but they loved it so much. And they needed it desperately.

They all lay across the bed panting heavily, a sheen of sweat on all of them. Emma giggled along with Sarah as they looked at Samantha's face. Their youngest wife looked like she had zoned out because of the euphoria of what had just happened.

"I swallowed so much cum," Samantha finally said, her face finally breaking into a smile.

"You were ravenous for it," Sarah said as she slid her hands down Sam's stomach.

"Selfish is more like it!" Emma said as she tweaked Sam's nose playfully and stuck her tongue out at her. "You got it right from the source, from cleaning Sarah and then me. Damn, it's a good thing we missed you, little girl, or I would be upset that you got it all for yourself."

Sam returned the stuck-out tongue and smiled.

"There's plenty of Master to go around, girls," Sarah said. "No one is being selfish."

"Oh, Momma, I was just joking with her."

"I know, but I don't want to start that kind of talk, not even joking," Sarah said as she got serious, or in 'mom-mode' as Emma called it. "We are a special family unit," she continued. "We all love each other, and I think we all know that Master doesn't pick favorites--he loves us all equally." She sat up on the bed and looked at her lovely wives worriedly. "I worry that one day one of us might actually get jealous. We cannot do that, girls. Do you understand me?"

Emma and Samantha both got quiet. They knew Sarah was very serious at this moment and any kind of joking now would not be tolerated.

Both Emma and Sam responded at the same time with, "Yes, Momma."

"Good." Sarah said as she rose. "Now, Emma, help me get the bed cleaned up. Sam, please go clean up the toys and put them away."

Roger wasn't asked, and he knew they didn't want his help, but he tried to help with the bed. He felt useless as both Emma and Sarah tried to work around him, and without him. Finally, Emma took him by the hand and took him to the bathroom, turning on the shower. "You take care of us. We will take care of everything else," she said, then happily kissed his cheek and went back out into the bedroom to finish up.

He stood under the water and watched her walk out. It wasn't in him to just stop doing anything around the house. Sure, there were men out there who would sit back with their hands behind their heads in a situation like this and let the girls wait on him hand and foot. But that wasn't something Roger would allow. The girls knew this as well, but they tried to shoo him away as much as possible so that they could take care of the small things for him while he took care of most of the bigger things.

As he soaped up his body, he couldn't hear Samantha's shriek of surprise when she opened Roger's closet. "Em! Momma! What is this stuff? More toys?" she asked excitedly.

"Yes, love," Sarah replied. She walked into his closet to show off what Roger had purchased. "These boxes here are a vibrator that we can straddle. It's called Sybian. He said he bought all the attachments, but I haven't looked in the boxes yet, so I don't know what's there." She patted a few more boxes. "These are, as he lovingly calls them, fucking machines."

"What...the fuck?" Sam said quietly.

"You attach a dildo to the end, lube it up, and let it just pound away," Sarah continued. "Varied speed settings, you can put different toys on the end, and speaking of, he said he's found a place that can take measurements of him by electronic scanning and will make a silicone version of his cock for us. That way we can buy them with suction cups for the shower, or with the attachment for this machine...or whatever."

"No shit? That's a thing?" Sam asked.

"It is," Sarah replied with a nod, then smiled. "Could you imagine having him in your mouth while having a replica of him in your pussy and ass all at once?"

"I'm beginning to really like the idea of this room," Samantha replied with a smile. "That would be amazing!"

"Master had a contractor stop by on Saturday to begin planning construction," Sarah said. "It's going to be pretty big and shouldn't take long. They just need to get through the current wall and dig another room, pour concrete, run water and power, and they're finished." While Sarah was talking Samantha was focused on the elder wife's breasts. "I don't know what you're thinking, little girl, but don't let me stop you."

Samantha all but attacked Sarah's breasts, caressing, kissing, and licking. "I missed you, Momma," she whispered as her hand slid down and two fingers were inserted into Sarah.

"I missed you, too, little girl," Sarah said with a gasp.

Emma poked her head in the door and decided it might be best to let them have their alone time. Instead, she decided to join Roger in the shower for some hot water snuggles.

"Miss me already?" he asked as she joined him.

"Always," she smirked, then wrapped her arms around him. "I just wanted to hold you."

He smiled and held her close, letting the water cascade all around them. The two stood, unmoving, enjoying the embrace.

"Oh, the wives have decided," she announced. "We're all getting a matching tattoo."

"Matching tattoos? What did you have in mind?"

"We're not quite sure yet, but something that signifies that we belong to you. Like how people brand animals, but without all the pain," she said with a laugh.

He closed his eyes and shook his head briefly. "I do not

own

any of you, Emma," he said, trying to keep his emotions in check.

"We know that, husband of mine. But we really do want to get one. It'll be discreet, nothing gaudy."

Once again, there was no arguing with her, or his other two wives. "As you wish," he said, giving in.

* * * *

The next day Roger was summoned to Emma's office. He found all three of his wives waiting for him with a 'hot seat' waiting for him in the middle.

"I've screwed up," he said as he walked in, and immediately he frowned as his shoulders slumped.

Sarah laughed. "No, Master, you haven't. But we wanted to explain something to you that you seem to have a hard time understanding."

"Don't worry, though," Sam added. "You're not in any trouble."

He exhaled sharply, her words lifting a weight off him. "Okay. I'm listening and I will do whatever you ask."

They all smiled. "We know," Emma said. "We want to explain our submissiveness to you because, as Momma said, you seem to not really understand it, or at least try to push back against it. I guess what we want you to know is that you didn't choose this. We did."

Samantha nodded and continued. "We call you sir and master because of what you mean to us and how we see your position in our lives. It's a matter of respect for you. And please don't think that the out of this world sex is the only reason for it," she added. "It's part of it, but the main reason is because of how you treat us. You're our protector. You provide for us. We feel infinitely safe with you." Samantha held her hand out to him with something in it. "You've earned many awards and titles throughout your life, sir, but so far the hardest thing you ever fought for and earned was this." She held a silver and gold eagle, globe, and anchor pin in his hand. "You know how hard it was to earn that pin going through boot camp. But what we call you, what we do for you, even our tendency to kneel was earned. While our subservience may not have been as physically demanding as earning the title of Marine, it is

harder

to earn. Especially because you've earned it from three very different women who call you husband."

"Master," Sarah said, continuing to explain, "something that you must understand is that it's not up to you to determine whether you have earned these...these titles or honorifics, if you will, or if you have continued to earn our submission to you. That is up to your wives to determine." She looked at both Emma and Samantha. "I'm sure you know how strong-willed all three of us are in our own way, forged by our own pasts that have made us the determined women we are today. So, you know that we don't give this to you lightly. It's about choice. It's about consent. The three of us

choose

to submit to you, and you alone, because

we

choose to, not because you ask or demand it. So, yes, we are completely submissive to you. We worship you. We adore you. But it is because we chose it. And, ultimately, we can also choose not to."

Samantha took his hand and closed it around the pin. "What we're trying to say, Master, is that you should never feel bad or worried when we call you these things, or when we say that you own us. Because we have the ultimate power here. We

allow

you to own us. We

choose

to devote ourselves to you. And while none of us believe it is possible that this could happen, if you became hurtful, angry, or abusive, we would no longer allow it."

The girls fell silent for a moment letting him digest what they'd shared with him. He opened his hand again to look at the pin, remembering how incredibly difficult it was to earn that pin, and how hard it was to claw his way through each rank he had earned in the Corps. "I understand," he said. "I just--the idea of owning someone was what truly bothered me. The titles, not so much. Just the thought of owning any of you, like something that I went shopping for and purchased...it just turns my stomach."

"And what we just explained to you should remedy that issue," Sarah said. "Because you didn't do anything except be an amazing, wonderful, and caring husband to three women. All of whom give themselves to you because that thought causes you distress." She smiled warmly. "The things you do for us, to us, with us, and how you feel the need for all of us to be who we are and live our lives as we want, all of those things are what make us submit to you completely." She stood from her chair, walked to him, and knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry to bring these images to your mind, Master, but even before Jack, I had been with other men. Not a single one of them--not even Jack--cared for me or...or broke their back for me like you do."

Samantha and Emma also knelt in front of him and held hands with Sarah. "We love you, Master," Emma said. "We adore you and we worship you."

"Simply because you are who you are," Samantha added. "So, please, don't push this away from us. It fulfills us. And we do it to honor you."

He looked at the three beautiful women in front of him. Their explanation did help him come to terms with what they were doing. And when it came down to it, he would always allow them to do as they pleased. He could do nothing else simply because he adored them as much as they adored him.

"Thank you," he finally said. "I'll do my best to be worthy of this. Always."

"We know you will, Master," Emma said with a smile. "Oh, we also have news."

"Unless you object," Sarah said as she put an arm around Samantha and pulled her close, "I'm going to work with Derek to adopt my little girl here. Your wives were talking about it and if something were to ever happen to her, she has no living blood relatives. And since my marriage, and hers, to you isn't an official one, she can't even put you down as her husband with the Corps."

Roger nodded. "So, you would at least be notified, or would have access to her that Emma and I wouldn't." He cupped Samantha's small face. "That's a good idea. But Babydoll," he said speaking to Sam, "just make certain that nothing happens to you. No crazy driving in your sporty car, no foolishness if you get deployed--nothing. We would be devastated.

I

would be destroyed."

She leaned into his hand, enjoying his touch and how much he cared for her. "Yes, Master."

Roger asked, "Should I call Derek to have him stop by?"

"I've already called him," Emma said. "He'll be by tomorrow. But he said that adopting someone over eighteen is not like adopting a minor, so it'll be a tough fight. He's confident, though."

Sarah smirked. "I could adopt all of you. You'd

have

to call me Mom then."

"Gives new meaning to fuck your mother, right?" Sam said with a smile, then curled her lip. "Sorry, that was bad."

"Speaking of," Emma said, "did you want to give Mom and I another go before you got to work on the farm?"

"Guys, look at him," Sam said. "He's worn out. I want him as badly as you two, but even I know he needs to get some rest once in a while."

Sarah and Emma both turned to him and studied his face. "I'm sorry," Sarah said as she took one of his hands. "Emma and I have just been so baby crazy that we've been selfish. We have been trying so hard to get pregnant that we weren't thinking about how physically demanding it is for you." She nuzzled her cheek against his leg. "I'm so sorry, my love."

Emma followed suit. "I'm sorry, too. Please forgive us."

"There's nothing to forgive." He leaned forward and kissed them both. "I want these children as much as you two, and being a little tired won't stop me."

"With respect," Sarah said, "it will today. As much as I would love to have you inside of me, we need you to be healthy and happy. Samantha is right, you're worn out. So, we're going to take care of the farm today."

"What?" he asked.

"Hmm, good idea," Emma said. "Sam needs to learn more about where everything is, anyway, so how about it, sis? Are you game?"

"Hell yeah! It beats sitting in the office all day," Samantha said with a big smile. "And I'll get to play with the horses."

"And ride a 4-wheeler," Roger added. "But, Sam, you know you can do that any time you want, right?"

She looked down. "Uhh...yeah. I know that," she said unconvincingly.

"Everything in this house or on this property is yours, Babydoll. Enjoy it, okay?" he said, then pulled her close for a lingering kiss. "And thank you for noticing that I'm a bit tired. I appreciate your concern."

"Aww...just a little more, please?" she begged, her lips still waiting for him.

He kissed her again, very gently. "I love you," he whispered.

She sighed happily. "I love you."

"And I love both of you beautiful women," he said as he quickly kissed Emma and Sarah.

"Come along, wives," Sarah said as she stood. "It's time to get to work. Master, go take a nap, relax by the pool, or whatever you wish to do. But we want you to rest."

He took Sarah's hand, stopping her from walking out. "Are you sure you don't want me to help? I really don't mind."

"Absolutely not," she replied. She knelt back down in front of him. "Roger, we didn't mean to wear you out. I'm sorry that happened. And please don't think that we just see you as a ridiculously sexy piece of meat because you are much, much more than that. But this is part of our relationship now. We take care of each other. And that means you get to take the occasional day off from everything."

He raised his eyebrows and squinted at her. "Everything?"

"Yes. Every--" she paused. "Well, okay, maybe not

everything

. We'll see how you feel when we get back, or tonight after dinner. I want you between my legs right now, my love, but you do need to rest."

"Not even a little lick before you go?" he said as he licked his lips trying to hedge his bets.

She closed her eyes and exhaled heavily. "Ohhh, that's not fair," she said, fighting the urge to wrap her legs around his head. "God...I can feel your tongue--No. Nope, I can't do that. You need to rest."

Kissing his hand, she stood and started to walk away, but turned and pulled his face to hers. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her right there, but she knew it wasn't right. Standing, she said, "I want you when I get back. Master."

When she walked out, she lifted her skirt so he could see her stunning ass as she left the room. "Aww, man. Now who's not playing fair?" he called after her. He smiled and laid his head back on the chair. "I am definitely the luckiest man in the world."

* * * *

Two months passed in the Lawson household. The sex dungeon, as the wives called it, was almost finished, needing only the finishing touches by Roger once the contractor finished with it. Those finishing touches were soundproofing, winches, rubber mats, ropes, racks for the toys

and

for the women, and shelving to store all the toys he was going to purchase. He purchased a wide variety of dildos, plugs, straps, restraints, nipple clamps, strap-ons for the women to use on each other, and even speculums and enema bags and inserts. He wondered if he was going too far with all the toys, but his wives' tastes had evolved since he had married them.

For example, Emma was almost consumed with bodily fluids. She drew the line at scat play, however, and would not engage with that in a sexual way. However, she didn't have a problem being in the bathroom when someone was emptying their bowels on the toilet. She had even begged Roger to allow her to give him a blowjob while he was shitting, which he summarily refused.

Sarah thoroughly enjoyed rough sex. She enjoyed the BDSM aspect of sex, but she also very much enjoyed soft, gentle lovemaking as well. Being restrained, slapped on the ass and inner thighs with the riding crop were some of her favorite painful things to do. She also liked having her nipples pinched and her breasts slapped. Then there was the choking. Something about that drove her wild.

Lastly was Samantha. She was a mix between Sarah and Emma but not in the same extremes. She didn't mind bodily fluids and she enjoyed some light BDSM, but her preferred bodily fluid was Roger's cum. She couldn't get enough of it, and sometimes it seemed like she would be happy to have a steady diet of only his baby batter to sustain her. Any chance she got to clean one of her wives off, no matter where the fluid had been, she would jump at it, even sucking it off the bed.

But today was just a normal day. Roger woke at 5 am, went to the gym for a run, came up for a shower and then went back down to make breakfast for his women. He never forced himself upon his wives, but he did try to engage a bit after they had eaten. They were all too tired to play, however, because Roger had been so intense the night before with them, all at their request. He didn't mind. He knew they were tired and a little sore because of him so he didn't complain. He did, however, shower them all with kisses.