Finally, the last few chapters of this saga. Thanks to everyone who stuck with it. Of course, I know it's not to everyone's taste. That's to be expected. After all...But I've enjoyed the trip and it has done a lot for me. So, in that respect, I see it as a very minor success and fulfilling...for me. As always, a hearty thanks to Kenji for his bearing with me and his editing skills. I only hope the writing has lived up to his expectations...whatever they are/were.
Chapter 58
Three months later...
Well, who's laughing now, hmm?
I guess I did take after my mom; I
was
pregnant. When my period didn't show in two weeks, Belle bought seven different testing kits, and Maisie made me drink glass after glass of water! They were flabbergasted, as was I, if truth be told. But there was just that
inkling
on the day. I knew, just knew that I was with child.
In the meantime, we had
that
talk. Yeah, I had started this whole thing, brought us all to that dangerous precipice, so it was up to me to navigate and pull us back; try to restore some sense of equilibrium to both our relationships. Maisie, Belle and I had long talks every night, discussing the pros and cons, and me overthinking the whole debacle. Should we or shouldn't we?
Our love and commitment to each other was unquestionable. Tick one box off the list! But they both,
both
, felt this unique connection to my parents. I tried to use the same logic, as I had with Maggie; did we
really
want to, perhaps, complicate the relationship? Wasn't just having that bond enough? Weren't
we
enough? A lot of home truths were revealed, some that hurt, others not so much.
But, at the end of the day, this was family; it wasn't someone outside of us. Maisie had known my parents for years and Belle had increasingly formed this attachment to them. Sure, they helped her through her divorce, as we had, and helped her start anew, as Maisie and I hadn't. More and more, she had relied on the closeness of their relationship. And, this
was
family, so it
was
safe, wasn't it? I was willing to go either way, so kept my desires and thoughts to myself. They knew how I felt about this, so it wasn't fair for me to push or take sides.
I left them to stew for a few days and we revisited the talk. In the meantime, I talked with my moms, trying to discern what
they
were thinking. They didn't seem to be anywhere near as optimistic as Belle and Maisie.
But Maisie and Belle saw it as more of a commune of like-minded individuals, not the salacious, fuck-fest that we had somewhat turned it into when trying to get me pregnant. It would be a relationship of togetherness, support and trust. Of course, they both lusted after my parents and wanted to get laid, too! Maisie shyly admitted, after much goading, that yes, she'd like to experience what I had with my dad. I tried to explain that she could never have what I had. It wasn't possible. She understood that, but was so taken with my relationship with him, she wanted to experience that same level of intimacy. I tried to explain in vain that her relationship would be different from mine and not to set her expectations too high. That would only lead to hurt and disappointment.
So, after numerous heart-to-hearts, we all agreed. Now we just had to convince my parents. "Hmmm...Dad would be the pushover," I said, and we all giggled at that. It was moms, though. I mean, they were closer to sixty than fifty now and although their libidos were definitely still there, we wondered how far they were prepared to take this proposed continuation of our arrangement. If, and I mean
if
we did this, we had to tell my parents about our trysts with Maggie. It was only fair. We couldn't hide something as important as that.
Mom had called me, hinting at what she had decided. Yeah,
she
. But I understood that. As the V, the heart of their relationship, she ultimately had more of a say. Yeah, and she was the incessant submissive, hmm? But it was she who navigated the troubled waters they had crossed over the years. It was her whom they listened to, understood and whose advice they rarely dismissed.
She told me what they had decided and there would be no negotiations. But she wouldn't give me any details, though. Yeah, thanks, mom! She understood our roles in our relationship. Sure, we were both the submissive in our relationship, but it was
we
who held sway over the others, as everyone seemingly knew.
"I need you to back me up on this, Chloe. Okay? Just...back me up," she seriously asked, but gave me no hint on what she was going to say. Great, huh?
So we invited them over for lunch to try to hash this predicament out. As soon as Maisie and Belle saw them, I knew we were in trouble. As soon as Belle kissed mom and Maisie kissed Emily, my heart sank. Screw it, I thought and embraced my dad. He looked at me, his smile lifting my heart.
"We did it, Chloe," and engulfed me in his arms.
"I know," I shyly giggled. "I knew you could do it...daddy," I whispered, my hand chastely on his covered cock. His hand lovingly rubbed my tummy, then leaned down, planting little kisses on our growing embryo.
Mom just smirked at me and shook her head, exasperated but smiling. Everyone behaved. Well, to an extent. These were my moms and wives! The unspoken hung over the table, as we tried to remain calm and ignore the palpable tension, but we made it through the meal. Well, as far as dessert!
"Chloe? Why don't we go to the front room, hmm?" and we all followed her. Her body language was unreadable, a first for me. She had me sit next to her on one of our oversized, comfy armchairs. We sat, facing the four loves-of-our-lives, with mom's hand gently resting on my thigh.
"So. Everyone. Chloe and I have decided that the four of you will listen to us. We need you to say nothing, 'til we are through, okay?" she started, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement.
What? Did
I
decide? I must have missed
that
part of our talk!
"We have all entered into this different type of relationship. We've given ourselves to two other people. It works for us, and you. God knows how, but it does," she chuckled. "Now, as Chloe and I are the ones who hold everything together, we need you to listen. This is as important as it gets, for all of us, and how we move forward, okay? We...Tom and Emily and I have decided that we shouldn't pursue what we started. Now, just listen, all right? We're thinking of you, Chloe...and Maisie and Belle. You need to concentrate on
your
relationship. You may think you have it all figured out, but you don't. It took us years to get to this comfortable place. We'll just be in the way and cause heartache and problems," she began, Maisie and Belle's faces dropping in disappointment.
"What we have...what we had, will stay with us forever. You all mean the world to us. You always have, but we're thinking of you. We can't continue as we were that wonderful weekend when her father impregnated her," she laughed, trying to hold it back. I slapped her leg and she went on. "Sorry...where was I? Oh, yeah. We can continue to flirt and be close. I mean, gosh, we all need
that
," she chuckled, again! "Sorry...but, as Chloe so succinctly put it weeks ago, no-fucking-sex! We won't allow that. It's just a step too far; for us and for you, okay?"
I chuckled to myself, as I watched Belle fidget with Emily's hands and Maisie's head slumped on dad's shoulder. Oops...
"But..." mom said, hopefully. "We have come to another decision. Maisie? You know how much we've always loved you, hmm? Probably from day one, we knew you two were going to be inseparable. Now, it seems lately you're quite, well, enamoured with our Tom, hmm?" she smiled, warmheartedly. "We've had a
long
talk and decided that if you want to, uhm, spend one...
one
night with Tom, you have our blessing, okay? We love you, Maisie, and as
something
seems to have piqued your interest, we'd rather you explore with him, rather than look elsewhere. Now...it won't be the carousel-of-lust we all had, right? It'll be just the two of you...or maybe with Chloe, just to keep an eye on things," she chuckled, so I slapped her leg. Again! "This is your decision, darling. When you've decided, either way, just go to Tom, okay?" and she breathed, as if she gave permission to someone to sleep with her husband all the time!
A deathly silence filled the room, all of us digesting what they had decided. Maisie desperately tried to hide her smile, but mom and I caught her little upturned lip. She squeezed my hand knowingly. I turned and whispered, "You're both sure about this, mom?"
"We are, darling. But your mum and I would prefer you were there, okay," she murmured back, my ear tingling from her softly spoken words.
The atmosphere felt deflated, so mom shuffled me off her leg and stood, her hands out.
"C'mon, Belle. Why don't we go down to the river and let these three chat, hmm?" she said.
"Uhh, mom? Can Belle stay? Please? After all, we should be together. This has as much to do with Belle, as it does with me. Belle needs to be with this, right?" so she backed down, took Emily's hand and walked to the kitchen.
I'm sure dad felt he was being ganged up on, but his cool reserve never cracked.
"Maisie. I have a few questions, so..." he smiled, putting her at ease. "Why...me? And why now?"
This would be good, I thought.
"This has taken me completely by surprise, Tom. I mean, me...with a man?" she giggled. "I...I never even considered it, but when I actually saw the two of you, you know, being intimate, something certainly stirred in me," she chuckled, but was unembarrassed. "I've had a few fumbling experiences, then found women. Especially your...daughter. But then, when we all were together, you know, helping Chloe get pregnant, I...smelled you. And saw you. Don't ask me how or why, but I felt this attraction. I saw the pleasure you gave Belle and Chloe and was curious, I guess. Sick, I know, but..." she stammered.
"Okay. I can understand that but do you
really
want this? I mean, I'm not taking this lightly, Maisie, but if this is what you need, then sure, I'd love to help you make sense of this," he smiled, and my pussy gushed.
I almost cried. Yeah, silly, I know, but when I saw what he was proposing to my avidly lesbian wife, I was floored.
"Tom...I love your daughter, and by you doing this for me, I'll know her even more. And that's what I want. It would bring us closer, I'm sure. And if it doesn't, well, at least I've tried, hmm?" she giggled.
"You know if we do this, we'll never look at each other the same. Are you prepared for that?" dad asked.
