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CH 32 GREEN-EYED

"Hi honey," I began and my words died in my throat when Rikki glared at me.

"How could you,'' she hissed and I stepped back. Her fury was palatable.

"Jane and the girls are here. Let's go upstairs so they can't overhear us."

Rikki stormed past me and slammed her shoulder into mine. She climbed the stairs without another word. I said good night to Jane and Claire as I followed Rikki upstairs. We went to our bedroom, and I shut the door. Rikki sat at her vanity and turned so she wouldn't see me in her mirror. I sat on the bed and waited for the tongue lashing that was about to start.

I heard Rikki sob and waited. It was a few minutes before she could speak. "I told you when I first found out you fucked my best friend my first reaction was to divorce you. I decided to give you a two-week hall pass. I figured you'd get your jollies and that'd be that. Instead, you co-opt my entire fucking family into an incest orgy. Then you bring in our perverted neighbors into your perverted fantasy. What the fuck is wrong with you, with me, with us?" Her body shuddered as she sobbed."

I sat there and thought about this from her point of view. Like me, she was in her mid-forties. She was still beautiful and could pass for twenty-five in the right clothes and makeup. Despite how strong she was, she was still a woman and had the same fears and doubts and fear of aging we all do. She figured my tryst with Jane was a mid-life crisis. She paid lip service to our feelings. She didn't realize how we felt about each other, and how long we suppressed those feelings.

"Rikki, it's not exactly like that. I've told you many times I wouldn't do anything you disapproved of. You had over ninety minutes to call and tell Phil not to let it happen. You didn't call. Why?"

For the first time since she came home, Rikki looked at me. "I was too scared. Scared that if I said no, you'd either do it and lie or resent me for the rest of our lives. Scared if I said yes, I'd end up losing you to some college cunt with daddy issues."

"Do you trust me," I asked?

"Rikki looked at me with sadness in her eyes. "I do but...,"

"Good. So, we're clear...," and I paraphrased what she said to make sure I understood how she felt and why she worried. It was a technique we learned at a marriage prep course we took so we could have a Church wedding. Rikki nodded when I finished speaking. "First off there is nothing wrong with you. You are a great mom, an awesome wife, and the only person I want to be intimate with."

"How can you say that," she hissed. "You're a daughter fucker. Not to mention Claire and Jane. If Suzette and Emily were home you would have fucked them too right," she screeched.

I took a deep breath and held it for a ten count. Then I blew it out to release the anger I felt at her attack. I forced myself to stay calm and said, "I understand you're upset. You have every right to be. But please let me talk."

Rikki's eyes flashed at me. She was still angry. I watched as she did the same breathing exercise then nodded at me to continue. "When I first found out Craig and his wife were swingers, I had some questions. So, one day I took him out to lunch to talk about his lifestyle. When I worked up the nerve to ask, I wasn't sure how to phrase the question. I blurted out, "doesn't your wife get jealous, or you get pissed when someone else... ya know."

Craig sat back and told me, 'Sex is about lust, passion, and attraction. Both physical and mental. Marriage is about romance and intimacy. A lot of people get them confused. Think about it like this, sex is like fireworks. Big, bold, colorful, impressive, fun, exciting, and satisfying. But when the show ends there's a mess to clean up. Intimacy and romance are fireflies on a warm spring night. They're all around you and easy to see. But you never know when or where you'll see one. Each time one lights up it's a sweet little surprise. You never see them all.'"

"He went on to tell me, 'We set certain rules to keep our marriage ours. With those rules, we're able to invite others to share our passion without jealousy or shame. The first rule is your partner comes first. If either of you is out of sorts, or whatever, you take care of them. Then we each listed things we felt we're too intimate to share with outsiders. For example, we don't hold hands or link arms with anyone but each other. We don't kiss foreheads, noses, or tops of heads. Our bedroom is ours alone. No one else is ever allowed in it. We have a few special places we go by ourselves, not even friends or family go with us. By keeping these places to ourselves, we fill them with our memories. That helps us stay connected when we drift apart.'"

I looked at Rikki and waited for her to speak. "She still had tears in her eyes, but she looked different, less sad, more thoughtful. "In a way that does make sense. I can see how that might work. But there's still the incest factor."

I admit I got a little angry. Before I could stop myself, I snapped, "How would your cousin, Rolando, feel about your stance on incest?"

Her face blanched and her eyes widened in horror. "You knew about that? How, when...,"

I found out about five minutes before our wedding. Dad found a camera and showed me the pictures that were on it. They were of you, naked. I could tell even with the head cut off. I mean how many people have a tattoo of a lei around their waist? I figured it belonged to one of the two exes you invited. When I found out the phone belonged to Renoldo and it was his dick in your holes, I didn't know whether to fuck you or shoot him. Then I saw the timestamps on the most recent pics. The weekend you canceled on me to help your mom. Now you're pissed about me committing incest when you knew before it happened. So, it's okay for you to fuck your family in secret, but I can't fuck mine with your permission."

"Fair point," Rikki admitted. We discussed the situation for the rest of the night and made a few decisions for us as a couple and for the family. In the early morning hours, we worked out our issues and hugged. I sent a text to my family and our neighbors to tell them to be at our house for dinner so we could discuss our future.

CH 33 DADDY ISSUES

Alrighty, it's my turn. I watched Rikki and Denny head upstairs, my heart was in my throat. The spa weekend was a disaster. Rikki didn't come back to the suite. I found out she took a room at a motel six and wouldn't open her door for us. We all tried to talk to her at the spa.

Rikki told the staff that she didn't want to interact with anyone at all. We couldn't get near her. I came home with Suzette, who dropped me off minutes after Rikki had arrived. I walked in and hugged our daughters as Rikki talked with Denny. Rikki headed upstairs without a word to any of us, and the girls appeared confused and scared. It was up to me to deal with them.

"Girls, you know Rikki loves both of you. She's had a hard weekend with a lot thrown at her. She needs time to decompress. Give her a few days. She'll be back to normal."

Claire moved close to me for comfort and Lizzy tucked herself under my other arm. We all walked to the couch and sat down. "Mom, why is life so fucked up," Claire asked me.

"I don't know baby, I don't know."

"First the asshole left while you were preggers...," Claire started to say.

"I know that's what I told you, but I didn't tell you the whole story."

"You were pregnant, the sperm donor left us. I don't need to know more."

"Let me tell you what happened. It's not as cut and dry as I've made it sound. I was angry and hurt. Now I've gotten some distance and can be more forthright and open. His name was...,"

"No, stop. No personal details. Name, job, looks. I don't want to meet him. If I learn about him there's a chance, I'll try to find him. Call him Abe, short for Abandon."

I nodded and went on, "...Abe. he was a good man. As good as Denny. I had hit a rough patch in my life. My girlfriend's pusher murdered her because I refused to fuck him to pay for her fix, and she wouldn't blow him. I spent the next year in stranger's beds so I wouldn't think about her or what happened. I was about to get thrown out of college. I was on my way to sign a contract to make some extreme bondage porn. Stuff that was not safe or sane. I didn't care. Then I met... Abe by accident. I backed into his car. He took me out to dinner, hired a tutor for me, and paid to fix my car. I graduated because of him. He was in... grad school. I supported him while he finished his education and in the early years of his career. We were very much in love and planned to marry once he got his career off the ground. The only issue we had was my need for kinky sex and to serve. He wanted a partner; I wanted a Master." The girls looked at me in rapt fascination. We never had such a frank conversation before.

"One weekend a co-worker who was a sub invited us to a BDSM party. He agreed to go, and we agreed to a hall pass. By the end of the party, I looked like a glazed blueberry from the bruises and cum that covered me. I was in heaven. He changed after that. He was distant, quiet, and less affectionate toward me. Looking back, I realized he was distancing himself because he decided to leave me. Back then I was clueless."

About six months after the party, I felt unwell and went to my doctor. I found out I was three weeks pregnant. I went home to tell him since he was off that day. When I got home his car wasn't there. I went inside and found a note. He told me he would always love me, but he couldn't give me what I needed. He left so I could find someone who could. I tried to find him for years but never did. It's like he moved to some third-world shithole. So, Claire, yes, he left me while I was pregnant with you, but he didn't know. I like to think he wouldn't have left if he knew." Both girls hugged me and we sat there alone with our thoughts until we made our way to bed.

CH 34 NEW NORMAL

After we ate dinner, we adjourned to the living room. We all sat down, and Rikki sat on the arm of my chair. My arm slipped around her waist. I looked at my family and lovers and the friends who made it possible. 'I've gotta figure out a way to thank him for all he's done,' I thought to myself. 'Something he'll love.' I cleared my throat. "Thank you all for coming tonight. I want to thank Phil and his sluts for helping bring our family together. Without him, we wouldn't have the relationships we have today." Everyone looked at Phil and his family and gave them smiles, winks, and blew kisses.

"Rikki and I had a long talk last night and we decided we needed some ground rules to limit drama and hurt feelings. These aren't set in stone we can discuss them as a family to make sure all points of view get considered. I asked Phil and his family here because they have more experience than we do and can offer us guidance. Besides, some of us are already intimate with them. and the rules we agree to here will apply to all lovers in and out of the family."

"Here's what we came up with," Rikki went on. "Denny is available to all the ladies here, as allowed," she glanced at Phil and his family. But there are limits. Every month there will be at least four and up to eight days that are for us alone. That does not include the night before I travel or the night I come home." Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Jane You should write these down so there's no question about them later," I said. Jane got a pad and pen. She wrote the first rule while we all waited. Most of our rules passed muster without argument. We debated some, but when we finished, we all agreed to follow them. Certain acts were off-limits, and the master bedroom was declared inviolate.

We even created a hierarchy. I was at the Top, and Rikki was my equal. The girls were submissive to us but superior to Jane. Jane was now 'Jane, you ignorant slut' and served everyone. Phil was equal to me, Suzette was equal to Jane and Emily was below Phil, Rikki, and I but above the girls. Yeah, I know, I needed a chart too.

Jane wrote a fresh list of rules that incorporated all the changes we agreed to, and we signed it. "Now who wants dessert," Suzette asked. "I bought a cherry chocolate cheesecake."

"That sounds rich and decadent and perfect," Rikki said as she stood up.

"Mom, wait," Claire said to Rikki. "We have an announcement. Lizzy and I talked, and we decided not to go to school out of state. We want to stay close to home. We have great jobs, better friends, and our family has never been closer."

Lizzy stood up and took Claire's hand. "We've already enrolled at state, so it's a done deal. There is one other thing. You all know Claire and I are lovers, and we share partners. We don't plan to change that, but as of yesterday we're engaged. I want Claire to be my wife. We plan on having the ceremony after we graduate college."

I saw tears in Claire's eyes despite the ones in my eyes. Claire looked at me, "and I love Lizzy as much as you love our moms. I want to be her wife and partner." Within seconds our family surrounded the girls and we all cried tears of joy.

CH 35 NO JOY IN MUDVILLE

Several weeks passed as we all adjusted to our new lifestyle. It wasn't easy but we worked through the issues and we were all better for it. Baseball season wound down and we were all gathered at my house to watch the final game of the division playoff.

The winner headed to the world series. Beer, brats, burgers, peanuts, Cracker Jacks, nachos, and hot dogs were ready with all the fixings. It was a tense game. In the third, our catcher got hit by a wild pitch. He was our only base runner. In the fifth, the other team's 3rd baseman hit a long single up the right-field line.

The ladies went to bed during the eighth. Another inning of three up and three down. The top of the ninth was the same. Bottom of the ninth, first pitch hit hard and deep to center field. The fielder sprinted toward the wall. Phil and I were on our feet, legs bent fists held ready to shoot in the air. The fielder leapt into the air. The crowd was so quiet we heard the ball smack the leather of the fielder's glove. The crowd made some disparaging remarks about the fielder's lineage and sexual proclivities.

The next batter took the first two pitches, both balls. The pitcher hurled the ball and... swing and a miss, strike one. Once more the spheroid flew, But the batter ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

I held my breath, I felt it in my gut we were about to win this game. I don't know why or how but I knew, like I knew how every woman in my house looked when she had an orgasm.

The pitcher stumbled on his throw, the ball flew slow and straight down the pipe. I saw the batter smile as he swung his bat with everything he had. The ball was over the right-field wall before we heard the crack of the bat. In a matter of seconds, we had switched from baseball to WrestleMania. The crowd charged the field. The batter body-slammed a fan as he rounded first. He checked three people on his way to third. and he had to punch one drunk fan that tried to tackle him on his way home. Of course, Phil and I had to see this on the news. We were too busy celebrating to watch. After Phil left, I knew how to thank him for making my perverted fantasies a reality. I called the stadium and bought tickets for my family, and Phil's to all the home games of the World Series.

We won game one. We lost game two. We won game three. We lost game four. We won game five. The series stood at three games to two. We needed one more win with two home games left in the series. We got to the park early and tried to get some players to autograph memorabilia, but security chased us off.

The girls tried without us. They got several autographs and more than one invitation to a post-game soiree. This game was the single best ball game I ever saw. The pitching was on point. Fielders made superhuman plays. Managers strategized like Patton vs. Rommell in the Africa campaign.

Tie score 2-2 in the bottom of the fifth. Phil's favorite player was up. The pitcher threw, the batter swung, the ball flew high and to the right. All eyes were on it as it stopped its ascent and started its descent. The opposing catcher and first baseman were less than five feet from me. They watched as the ball flew into the stands, out of their reach. Phil caught it. He stood up and screamed like a Scottish warrior about to fight the English as he held up his trophy. His face beamed with joy. Emily was to my right and said, "Sir has wanted to catch a foul ball since he went to his first game. You made his lifelong dream come true. Phil hugged me and sat down. He couldn't take his eyes off the ball. Every few minutes he would shout for joy.

In the sixth, the score was still tied, and the opposing team's power hitter was up. Our pitcher threw a fastball that didn't break, it went down the middle. The batter swung and the ball went deep. We all jumped to our feet and watched the ball as it fell toward the outfield bleachers. It looked short to me, but the wind blew from home to the outfield so it might clear the wall. Our center fielder leapt higher than Jordan and levitated until the ball landed in his glove.

I roared with the crowd but something discordant hit my ears. Somebody in proximity was screaming in horror, not joy. I looked around and saw Suzette. "Phil, Phil," Suzette shrieked. I watched as Phil's skin turned as white as a ghost. One hand clenched his baseball, the other his chest as he collapsed.

CH 36 WILL-ING

"Mr. Ganbini will see you now, Mr. Houlihan." I gave a weary smile to the pretty receptionist as she led me to her bosses office.

The shyster stood in the doorway his hand extended. "Mr. Houlihan, I'm so sorry about your friend. I knew Phil for years. We did a lot together." I nodded and shook his hand. "Take a seat."

I sat down and he leaned against his desk. "I understand you met Phil only a few months ago."

I nodded, "He was a good man. We bonded over our time in the Navy, woodworking, and love of cheesy movies."

"He was way too young. I can't believe he's gone. I'll miss him," Vinny said. I could see he meant it. He appeared sincere, and to have been more than Phil's lawyer. He walked over to the Credenza and opened it. He pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue and three glasses. He poured three fingers into each and added two ice cubes.

Then he held up a videotape. "You wouldn't believe how many pawn shops I had to go to until I could find a working VCR. When Phil updated this last month, I tried to get him to go digital, but he insisted on video. Anyways...," his voice trailed off as he popped the tape in.

Phil's mug appeared on the screen with a big grin. "Hey, Denny. If you're watching this, something went wrong. Oh well, first things first. One last drink between friends." Phil held up a glass of Johnny Walker Blue.

"Thank you, Mr. Gambini...,"

"It's Vinny," he said and handed me a glass.

I nodded and looked at the screen as Phil said, "To whatever comes next!"

"To whatever comes next," Vinny and I repeated and drank. Vinny took the third glass and dumped it into a plant by the window.

"If you think of it, whenever you have a drink remember to pour some out for me," Phil said when his glass was empty.

"I will, my friend," I said with a tear in my eye.

"So now it's time for the reason you're here. I'm an only child and my parents were too. I had no family outside Suzette and Emily. No one to look after them or manage my business or... anything. Suzette is a smart capable woman, except when it comes to money. She has no idea how to budget or handle finances. So I need someone to make sure she's taken care of. To make sure both of them are taken care of. Vinny has the documents and my accountants number." Vinny handed me a file.