by Amy DeMeritt
“Mom already told her that. We should know soon if she’ll take the job. How is your donor hunt going?”
“Interesting. I contacted three of the largest sperm banks in the country and none of them have donors in their database with the percentage of Cherokee that I’m looking for, but when I told them how many children we want, all of them offered to take over the search for me. Can you imagine being a Cherokee man and getting a call from some sultry woman asking for your sperm for a bunch of lesbians?” My wives laugh a little and Awenasa runs her fingers through my hair. “Did you make sure to tell them they can’t be from either of our clans?”
“Yeah. They asked a lot of questions to be able to identify our families so they don’t find a donor from our families and clans. You’d think with all the advances in science that they’d figure out how to mutate an egg to be able to impregnate another, so lesbians wouldn’t need a man for this.”
“They’ll never allow that. If we don’t need them to procreate, men would lose a lot of power in the world. We might actually be able to take over the world.” I smile and kiss Sam. “You’d look pretty hot on a regal throne ruling the world.” Sam laughs and tickles my side. “Five lesbians ruling the world – that does sound pretty hot. You should talk to Hollywood about making that movie next.” I laugh hard and Sam grins at me. “So, how bad do you think I’m going to stink at acting?”
“We think you’re going to be awesome. You did really good when you had to read lines with Julia to get the contract. Once you got into character, you were really good.”
“I hope so. I could probably name at least three singers who have tried acting and were embarrassingly terrible. That’s what I’m afraid of – that I try to hop from my sweet zone into a new industry and I just completely embarrass myself.”
“You have rocked all of the acting roles you’ve had so far. I know you didn’t speak in them, but you just have to channel that sexy confidence you have when you’re standing tall and defending us and you’ll be great.”
“If this goes well, is this something you want me to keep doing, in addition to the dancing?” Madison brushes her thumb over my cheekbone, and says, “If you like doing it, then we support you, baby.”
“I still can’t believe this is my life sometimes. I’m supposed to be a poor college student falling asleep studying in my delusional desire to be a biologist to make the world a less stinky place. But I’m married to four goddesses and we’re millionaires living in the house of our dreams and planning on having our first beautiful baby. You know, if I didn’t do those dance competitions with Jaime, we probably wouldn’t be here. We’d probably still be living in the apartment with Sara dragging my tired ass all over the country for dance gigs.”
“That’s probably true. It probably would have taken years to get to this point.”
A loud buzzing sound startles me and Madison smiles and leaps up. She runs to the kitchen to see who’s paging at the front gate, and returns a moment later.
“It’s the mail.”
All of us hop up so we can help with trading the mailman our mail for the boxes we need to ship out.
“Hey, Charlie.”
“Good afternoon. I have a huge delivery for you. Your PO box mail was getting out of control, so the branch manager signed off on allowing us to just deliver it to you instead of you picking it up.”
“Wow, ok. Let us help you.”
Its takes three trips of all of us going back and forth, collecting armloads. We then have to reload his truck with a few hundred packages for the business. Madison tips the postman for making the special trip and helping us carry everything inside, then we stand with our arms looped together and stare at the massive pile of boxes. The entire casual dining room and part of the kitchen is full of mail and packages.
“There’s one in there somewhere from Giz. I lost track of it though when we were bringing it all in here.” I smile and start looking through the boxes. “What did it look like?”
“It’s pretty big. Wait, I think I see it.” Sam steps through the mess and leans over a pile. “Yeah, this is it.”
Sam carefully picks up the box and negotiates her way out of the stacks of boxes with a box that’s almost as big as her. I relieve her of the box, and we walk to the family room. Shannon cuts the box open with a knife and then we dig through a sea of foam peanuts to pull out several wrapped gifts and a card. The card is simple, but sweet, and has a postscript telling us to open the two red packages right away.
One has a label that reads, “For: The Wives – AKA: The Goddesses”, and the other larger box’s label reads, “For: The Greedy Wolf”.
My wives open theirs first and all of us laugh really hard. It’s a shirt box with shiny metallic gold spray painted ping pong paddles. Each one has their names written in fancy cursive on it.
Last December, before Giz and I really became friends, she had made me come into the recording studio to listen to a song she wanted us to do a music video for. I had called her an ass for making me work on my birthday, so when we arrived, she offered me a ping pong paddle as a joke, saying I seem like the kind of person who likes to spank people.
“Are those for each of you to use on me or for me to use on you?” They grin and turn their paddles over and eye me up. Sam licks her lips and shakes her head. “They were sent to us, so these are our toys to play with you, baby.” I laugh a little as I look down at my box. “I don’t even want to know what’s in mine.”
I take a deep breath and tear the paper off. I tear into the flaps of the plain cardboard box and laugh so hard that I fall over onto the floor. Sam reaches down, wrestling the box out of my hands and my wives gasp and laugh really hard.
“There’s a card. It says, ‘I bet you wish this was practical and would actually work.’”
I’m still laughing and my abs and cheeks hurt. Sam pulls me up from the floor and secures the belt around my waist, making all of us laugh again. The belt looks like a studded dog collar and has four bright blue dildos attached to the front with the tips in the shape of a wolf head.
“Where the hell did she find these?” Sam smacks the silicone, making them wiggle, and all of us laugh again. I grab Sam’s hips and pull her in close, pretending to thrust into her. “Come here, wives, let me poke you with my wolf udders.”
They laugh hard and shake their heads. I laugh and leap for them, but they jump up and run away. I chase them around the whole downstairs, trying to catch them, with all of us laughing hard. As we’re running through the kitchen, I spot my phone on the kitchen counter. I pull up a play list that I sometimes strip to for my wives, and as we’re getting back to the family room, the first song that comes on is Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard. My wives laugh and fall onto the couch together, looking up at me expectantly.
“Maybe, you need some enticing?”
They grin and giggle as they holler out for me to “strip” and “take it off”. I laugh and start dancing, giving them a wild and sexy, but mostly silly, strip tease while I wear this ridiculous contraption that Giz made. I pull my shirt off, roll my body, and twist and shake my hips for them, making them whistle and clap. I laugh and spin around to shake my ass for them, and then freeze. Jaime is standing behind me, leaning against the wall, with her arms crossed on her chest wearing a huge smile.
“Oh, my god.”
All of them burst out laughing hard and my face blushes so badly I can feel the heat in my face and neck. I quickly unhook the belt and toss it in the box.
“New toy?” I laugh hard, blushing even darker red. “No! It was a joke gift from Giz. How long have you been standing there?” Jaime laughs and loops her arm in mine, pulling me over to sit with my wives. “I saw the whole ‘enticing’ show.”
“Oh, my god.” My wives laugh and I pout. “I can’t believe you let me do that with an audience.”
“It’s just Jaime.”
Sam’s comment makes Jaime’s smile widen and she blushes. We sit down and Jaime reaches ove
r to the other side of the couch, grabbing one of the gold ping pong paddles.
“Are these also gifts from Giz?” I smile really big and Jaime laughs again. “You’re cute.” I laugh and stick my tongue out at her. “How was work?”
“Good. It’s amazing how much more drive the students have now than they did before the famous Kayla Johann came walking into my studio and turned their instructor into a famous dancer.” I smile really big and kiss her lips. “They were just blind to what they had before. Your brilliance is just too much for that small studio, so it wasn’t till you were on a big stage that they could finally see it.” Jaime bumps my shoulder playfully. “Thanks. How did your big paint day go?”
“Great. You want to see it? Oh, wait, come look at this crazy mail haul. The post office actually delivered our PO box mail because it was taking up too much space.”
I pull Jaime up from the couch and she laughs hard when she sees all of the mail.
“Damn, how much of that is from family and friends versus your fans?”
“I don’t know. We need to sort it.”
“Show me the nursery and then I’ll help you with the mail.”
I pull her back out of the room, practically running through the house. She smiles in a serene way as she turns and looks around the room.
“This looks really good. I love this color. It feels safe, but happy at the same time. My bedroom growing up was a slightly darker shade than this, but I like this better. Can I come see it tomorrow when you get the trees done?” I laugh and push her arm. “Why are you asking? You live here, silly.” Jaime shakes her head and pushes me back. “Technically, I don’t.”
“Whatever, you live here. You’re just being weird about bringing all of your stuff over for some reason.” My wives laugh a little and Jaime blushes. “You really should just move your stuff here so you don’t have to sign another lease for next year. Don’t you have to do that soon?”
“Yes, but shouldn’t I be getting my own place?”
“Do you want to get your own place?” Jaime turns to look at Awenasa and shrugs a shoulder. “Not at the moment. I really don’t have the time to house hunt right now and probably won’t for several months.”
“Well, you don’t have to, but you’re welcome to live here.” Jaime smiles and gives her a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Ok, thank you. I’ll think about it.”
“You don’t need to think about it.” Jaime laughs and looks at me shaking her head in amusement. “Let’s go sort your mail.”
Jaime takes my hand, pulling me out of the nursery. When we get downstairs, I grab my tee shirt off the floor I had taken off when I was stripping for my wives. As I’m slipping it back on, Sam glides her hand over my abs with a grin and leans in to kiss my lips.
“Are you going to give us a lap dance later, Daddy?” Sam whispers it, but Jaime hears and giggles as she flashes me a brilliant smile. I blush beet red again and spank Sam. “Brat. Can you go hide those embarrassing gifts from Giz before the others get home?”
As the rest of us are walking towards the kitchen, Sam walks by and spanks me with a paddle. I look back at her and she traces her tongue around the inside ring of her slightly parted lips in a seductive way that makes my insides contract and heat rushes up my chest. I turn to follow her and she smiles really big. She grabs the neck of my tee shirt, and rips me towards the stairs, making me stumble a little.
“Where do you naughty girls think you’re going?”
I stop and look back towards the kitchen, where our wives and Jaime are watching us with amusement. I start to walk back to the kitchen, but Sam grabs my throat and shoves me against the wall. Her eyes scan over my face with a mischievous grin before she tightens her grip on my throat and then traces her tongue around my lips, making me release a small moan.
“You are so bad.” She giggles and pulls me into a kiss that melts my knees. She pulls back, and very quietly, she whispers in my ear, “You’re going to fuck me with one of these later.”
I swallow hard and she pulls back smiling in a very proud way as she turns to walk away. She looks over her shoulder at me with a beautiful sexy grin and then turns the corner to go upstairs. I take a deep breath and rub the back of my neck as I turn back to the kitchen. Madison grips my ass for a moment with a cute smile, which doesn’t help dull my desire to take all of them upstairs and be completely savage with all of them.
“Charlie gave me the house envelopes separately and they’re sitting on the counter, so the rest of them are from the PO box. We just need to sort the packages to find the ones from family and friends.”
We have a dozen boxes of varying sizes from family and friends that we carry to the family room. We open each box and place all of the wrapped gifts for us and the squad under our giant Christmas tree. We add the gifts from Giz that we unpacked earlier, and then break down all of the boxes and I take them to the garage to get them out of the way.
When I come back, the family room is full of dozens of packages from the PO box haul and a couple empty boxes to put the opened items in. Sam and Madison are working on setting up a camera and microphone, while the rest of them are sitting on the couch. I wrap my arms around Sam and nibble her neck.
“What’s with the camera?”
“It’s so your fans can see you opening your gifts from them. We’ll speed it up in editing so it’s not so long.”
“Oh, ok. They’ll probably like that.”
I give her a kiss and then plop down on the couch between Awenasa and Jaime.
“Damn, these are soft.” My hand brushed Jaime’s leg as I sat down, and I can’t stop touching her leggings. “Oh, my god. Where did you get these?” Jaime laughs and looks down at my hand running up and down her thigh. “They’re from our own apparel line. Jackie didn’t send you any of these?” I pout and shake my head. “No. What the hell are these made out of? Are they comfortable? Stand up.”
Jaime smiles and stands up to model the pants. She stands in front of me and I reach forward, lifting her light sweater to look at the waistband. I glide my fingers along the inside of the waist and gently tug on it, feeling the elasticity.
“I like the way the waistband looks. Is it comfortable?”
“It is. It doesn’t pinch or roll while I’m dancing.” I run my hands up and down the outside of her thighs. “They’re just so soft. Babies, feel theses.”
Jaime laughs a little and her cheeks blush as all of my wives come over or reach out to feel the fabric. I grab her hips and turn her around.
“Looks nice.” Jaime looks over her shoulder grinning. “Stop checking out my ass.” I laugh and pull her down on my lap, wrapping my arms around her. “I can’t help it. It’s encased in a pair of really hot pants I’m checking out. I like the print on them. What else did Jackie send you?”
“My bra.” I smile and reach for the hem of her sweater, but she laughs and grabs my hands, pulling them back around her. “You’re supposed to be opening fan gifts.”
“I’m just trying to be a responsible adult and do some work, even though I’m on hiatus.” All of them laugh and Jaime slides off my lap as she shoves my shoulder, making me fall onto Awenasa’s lap. “Brat.”
“Come on, show me the goods.” Jaime grins, and my face blushes, making all of them laugh hard. “I meant the bra, not, well, you know. Ok, so we’re opening packages, right?” All of them laugh again and Jaime pulls her sweater off as she stands up. “Oh, I like that.”
I stand up and spin her around, looking at the sporty feminine bra. Its shaped mostly like a regular bra, but it has more support in the cups. The straps can be worn straight over the shoulder, or hooked over the spine for added support for more intense activity. Between the cups, there are X straps that draw tension from the bottom of the cups up to the center, offering more support.
“Bounce around.” Jaime grins, but bounces on the balls of her feet. “I like this. Why the hell didn’t Jackie send me any of these?”
“She sent you the last box. But
these are for the Goddess line. She probably didn’t want to confuse the wolf in you.” I laugh and she flashes a beautiful smile. “Fair enough. I want these for my wives though.”
“Well, I’m not taking these off, so you’ll have to ask Jackie to send you some.” She flashes a cute grin as she pushes me down on the couch and grabs her sweater. “Ok, stop getting distracted. You have a mess you need to get through.”
“Wait, we haven’t had lunch yet.”
“Hiatus Kayla is very easily distracted.”
All of my wives laugh and I stick my tongue out at Jaime.
“I’ll check the stew.”
Shannon stands up and gives me a cute smile as she walks out of the room. Madison and Sam are standing next to the camera grinning at me, just waiting to be able to press record and join us.
I leap up off the couch, pulling Jaime and Awenasa with me. I grab Sam and Madison and gently push all of them down on the big futon mattress we vacated too early because of the mail interruption. As Shannon’s walking back in, I pull her down with me. All of them have beautiful affectionate smiles that make me want to leap on top of all of them.
But before I can lay down with them, Awenasa points to the fireplace and says, “The fire is dying, puppy.”
I carefully move the half-burnt logs around, and the fire bursts to life again. I add a couple new logs and then I join them on the giant soft pillow mattress.
“The stew should be ready soon. I guess Hiatus Kayla can stay distracted till after lunch, then we need to get this cleaned up.”
“Ok, baby. I can take all of it to the barn to get it out of the way. It’s going to take forever to get through all of those envelopes, if we ever do.”
I pull on Shannon and Madison, repositioning all of us, so we can lay on our sides. I lay Madison down in front of me, and Shannon behind me, wrapping her arm around me and my arm around Madison. I pat the mattress in front of Madison and Awenasa gives me a cute smile as she encourages Jaime and Sam down in the same position to face us, with Jaime in the middle of them. Madison reaches out and strokes Awenasa’s cheek for a moment before she takes her hand and holds it between them. Jaime’s arm is wrapped around Awenasa, laying loosely in front of her, and Sam’s arm is wrapped tightly around Jaime.