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."
