Chapter 148

February 16, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

Char was standing in the open front door of her parents’ house and waved at us to come inside.

“I can’t believe how much I missed all of you. I’m so very much looking forward to living there with ... with my ... lovers. I also can’t believe I have so many! I never considered anything like this before the Go5 agreed to ... teach me some of what girls can do with girls. Excuse me, Brett, if this is more than you want to hear, but I greatly missed ... the sex this week.”

Brett responded, “Char, you’re one of us. I know you girls have sex. You don’t have to tiptoe around me when talking about it, discussing it. I’m learning how to be comfortable around you girls in general, but also specifically when dealing with sex among us.”

Char stated, “Speaking of which, I don’t know if I’ll ever have the chance to do this. Do we need to get back to Elkton soon?” When Meka responded in the negative, she asked, “Would you mind if we get our ... greeting kisses in my room ... in my bed?”

“We’d love to see your room,” Meka told her with a bit of gravel in her voice.

Rather than of boy bands, the posters on Char’s walls were of Mia Hamm, Abby Wambach, and Alex Morgan. I was not at all surprised, despite not knowing that before today.

Meka said, “I approve of your posters, although I note you’ve got only strikers represented. I can’t be-lieeeeeve and am disappointed that you don’t have a poster of a real hero, perhaps Becky Sauerbrunn. Now there’s a soccer player!”

There was much chuckling.

Char not only wanted her greeting kisses shared with her in her bed but lying in her bed. We had absolutely no qualms with that, so each took our turns. She wanted me to be first, and I had no problem with that. I even decided to up the ante slightly so, since I was on my right side, I fondled her right breast with my left hand during the kiss. Given that each kiss was of about a minute’s duration and that the other girls followed my example by also getting in some fondling, she and the bed were both quite rumpled by the time we got to the last person to kiss her.

“Brett,” Char said a little out of breath, “Our kiss doesn’t have to be like those.”

“While ... fondling you is probably out, I would like a kiss something like that.”

“I’d like that but should probably tell you that if we had gotten to the stage of fondling with you, I’d be more than okay with you ... including the fondling in our kiss. While I generally don’t like boys ... like that, you are an exception to that, Brett.”

Once their kiss was over, and while still lying in bed with Char, Brett said, “With that being enough segue, the girls wanted me to be the one to tell you this and ask you if you’d be willing to take part. Undoubtedly, they wanted me, specifically, to tell you in order to cause me embarrassment, although that’s not how they put it.”

Some of us chuckled, while Char grinned, but she then asked, “Does it pertain to sex?”

He nodded, then said as he was sitting up, “I think it would be a good idea if I told you this while not wrapped around you.”

Brett then explained our plan for getting his semen sample into a cup next Friday, as Char’s eyes got wider and wider.

Brett was a bit pink, but asked her, “Would you be okay with that? We don’t want to put any pressure on you.”

She looked at him and said, “Please sit in front of me ... and don’t try to hide your ... excitement. I don’t mind it.” When he moved around to face her, she added, “If we can get through all the problems, hurdles, we’ll all be married with each other. I will be your wife, too. While I’m not as interested, sexually, in you as the other girls are, I will be your wife in deed as well as in word. I will give you my body, and I will enjoy yours. We will be married, with all the duties and benefits. Brett, the sex with you will be one of those benefits, not one of those duties. You will see me naked a lot. If I can get permission to be with my future spouses for a third consecutive weekend, and I will try my damnedest to get there, I will proudly show you my body while I look at yours, then will join with our other wives as we share the experience for the first time of giving you an orgasm.”

He looked at Char for quite a while, then stated, “I have no idea how or why I deserve the love of so many wonderful girls, but I promise that I will endeavor to be worth it every day of my life.”

After we helped Char un-muss her bed, we departed with a couple duffels of her clothes and grabbed dinner on the way home.

When we reached our bedroom, Brett said, “I’m sure Char would like some loving with you, so I’m going to go talk to ... the parents on a couple topics, if that’s okay.”

Char responded, “You don’t have to leave. I’m fine with cuddling tonight in bed.”

“Char, I want to have sex with you, so I’m sure that all our wives want that, too. I really do want to talk to them, but even if I didn’t, I’m more than happy to give you the privacy to let them love you up good by at least going upstairs. To make this work, we all must constantly think of our ... lovers and what they want. You’ve been without for a few days, and I’d be surprised if the rest of our wives have been similarly ... celibate.”

Liya responded with the usual redundant, oft-repeated question, although a more-emphatic version of it: “Is it any fucking wonder we’re so in love with you, Brett? You make me want to strip to my birthday suit and take you fully into my body right now!”

I said, “Why don’t you put on one of your trunks before going over there; the Moms won’t mind seeing you in only a trunk. Just don’t let them winkle it off you. After we’ve all gotten to love you for a while, then you can let them get you naked and have their way with you.”

He looked at me, and asked, “You really think they’re going to be that interested in me when they have Charlie?”

Rhee responded, “Have you noticed who’s spent the most time with you the past two Wednesdays? If you haven’t, we certainly have. My mom’s been next to you or on you for most of those evenings. She nearly pants every time you enter the W wearing just a single clothing item. That woman is hot for your bod, if you hadn’t noticed. If we – and you, of course, would let her, she’d have your trunk off you next Wednesday and riding your cock in front of her husband and everyone else in the room.”

He was red-faced, stuttered for a bit, then got out, “And you’d be okay with that?”

Gracey responded gently, “Yes, just like you’ve told us that we should keep having a physically satisfying relationship with Dad because you love us. Besides, Charlie’s wives shared him with ... the Go5 and are more than willing to share him with the rest of Las Amadas. It would be churlish of us not to share in turn. However, more importantly, we want you to have the same benefits that you’ve permitted us. If you can tell us with a straight face that you don’t want to get your hands and mouth on Carol’s melons ... we’d be surprised you could lie that well.” He went redder but did not refute Gracey’s statement, so she smirked and drove the point home with, “Besides, we’re expecting to get to watch you driving all our moms to Nirvana some Wednesday evening. Well, at least the Go5 moms. I’m not sure any of the other moms would be willing even if they were there.”

“Oh, I don’t know. My mom might be interested, although I’m pretty sure my dad wouldn’t like it,” said Cera with sparkling eyes and a merry grin. Her face moderated as she added, “You seem not to have really taken into your understanding where it is we’re heading. Have you looked around the living room on Wednesday nights and truly absorbed the scene? Sometime after we’ve all been sexual with you often enough, Wednesday nights will probably be all sex, all the time.”

I stepped in, gently saying, “Brett, does what we want scare you?”

He stared at me for at least 20 seconds, then quietly responded, “Not scared, just ... confused. I understand that you sharing me with the ... various moms is not at all different from me sharing you with Charlie ... and Jim. I’m willing to share because I love you girls so much and don’t want to restrict you, so I guess it’s silly or stupid for me not to accept the reverse situation. I need to think about why I seem to be believing in a double standard.”

“Do you think our moms are attractive? Sexy?”

“Of course, they are.”

“Okay, then. Put on one of your new trunks, even one of the sexier ones if you’re willing to chance Carol jumping your bones. Don’t fret about it if you get hard looking at Carol’s and Inez’s breasts in whatever skimpy attire they’ll be wearing once you let them know you’re coming for a visit. And, Brett?

“Yes?”

“I think we’d all like it if you changed into that trunk here in the bedroom while we face a wall. That way, when we’re all having our way with Char, we can all think of you being naked, your nice hard cock pointing at us.”

“Oh, Goddess!”

After he agreed and we’d been staring at a wall for about a minute, Lana could not take it anymore, and loudly stated, “Oh, Goddess! I’m so crazy turned on thinking about Brett back there naked, his cock pointing at us.”

Heather responded, “I guess we’ll have to assuage Lana’s pussy fire, too.” She sighed dramatically, “I really wish she wouldn’t make us make her cum so much. I don’t think I could deal with getting between her legs more than, I don’t know, a few thousand more times in the next few years.”

“I know,” Brit agreed. “She’s just so needy, although I do understand her need. I might need the same treatment.”

“I’m so happy my wives will truly understand the difficulty I’ll be dealing with when I have to cool their fires so often by climbing between their legs.”

“Oh, goddess!”

All of us girls did note that he had donned one of the skimpier trunks. I could imagine Carol liking that one ... a lot.

I had been putting it off, but I needed to inform the girls about Mom’s punishment and get some ideas about how we deal with that. Once Celeste got home from work, we gathered in the dining room. The discussion was long, but all of us, even Meka and Brett, agreed that we needed to support Dad in his endeavors to get Mom to call off her punishment.

“Meka, I won’t ask again, but you’re okay with what you’ll have Jim do?”

She looked at me, replying, “I know this is difficult for you, as you need to depend on others to be willing to be used somewhat. Oh, the use is gentle and, presumably, will not be without pleasure. However, my part involves something that I’d already determined to do for myself. Of Brett and me, he’s the one that’s going to have to deal with ... frustration.”

There was much chuckling.

“Yes, and I was wondering if we could make it a little easier on him in that vein.” I got lots of odd looks, so said, “Would everyone be willing to expand our fertility-testing plan to include Brett getting some of his firsts ... with all of us? I don’t mean intercourse, or anywhere close, just some touches and ... No, just touches, but some with his hands, the rest just kisses, but on parts other than mouths.”

When there were low grumbles and frowns, Cera replied, “I know I’m willing to just jump in, so I’ll say that I’m willing. While I know that at least a few would prefer going at a slower pace, I want to point out that, unless Beth’s thinking much more extensive kissing on non-mouth body parts than I inferred, this seems to me just making our first time naked all together more ... romantic, perhaps, and pleasurable. If I’m wrong, Beth, let me know, but you want Brett to be able to touch breasts and kiss romantically, like on necks and shoulders.”

“Yes. That’s the sort of thing I was thinking. Brett will need to do some things with the Moms that he’s not done with us, and seeing and touching breasts and kissing no lower than the shoulders are what I was thinking. Sandy really loves being kissed like that. Those are among the acts we would probably have allowed first with Brett, so it would be moving up just those. All the rest of the way to intercourse is still available for incremental increase in the intensity of our relationship with him.”

Char asked, “Would those acts, then, be ... allowable from then on? I know the nudity will not and our touching ... his ... cock will not. You’ve all discovered ... Well, Brett hasn’t, but the girls know how sensitive my neck is, how susceptible that makes me to ... other stuff.”

Brett responded, “I will and would always obey your wishes, Char, to go more slowly. While I’m not saying that I’m agreeing with Beth’s suggestion, I am saying that even if we agree to that, if you don’t want me doing certain acts with you, I won’t, particularly in the early stages. I’ll be nervous, then, and will triple- and quadruple-check what each girl wants or doesn’t want among the stuff we’ll be allowed to do.”

“I’m not sure if I’d want you to do or not do something like kissing my neck. The thing is, I can see that helping me with you. Brett, so long as you stop when I ask, I’d be willing to have you kiss and lightly touch my neck. Check with me anytime you do that before you do anything else, please.”

Brett knee-walked over to Char and asked, “May I hug you?”

She looked at him for at least ten seconds, then rose onto her knees and nodded.

He hugged her for a half-minute or so, gently petted her crown once, then took a knee backward and told her, “If you say, ‘stop,’ I’ll stop. “If you say, ‘I’m not sure,’ I’ll stop. If you express any uncertainty about anything, I’ll stop. The rest of these girls have impressed on me how important that is for us. They’ve been kissing me for a minute per kiss twice a day on many days of each week for many weeks, now. Many of those kisses have gotten very hot, but I’ve taken their words about such situations to mean two things. The first is that the invitation for a really nice kiss is just that; it is not an invitation for anything else. The second is that you girls lead ... in everything. Particularly early on when we’ve begun relaxing the rules, you will probably need to be specific with what you want me to...”

Char put a finger on his lips and said, “Brett, I understand. I haven’t spent as much time with you as the others have, but you’ve never been anything less with me than the gentleman the others said you were. I’m leery of guys for a reason. I’ll probably tell you that story sometime, but, Brett, other than my dad, I like very few guys, but you’re one of them. I’ll move with the other girls down the road to sex with you, but you’ll probably need to take a little more time with me for most steps. The only reason I’m willing to go down that road is that you’ve earned my trust. Please, don’t do anything to lose it.”

Char tried to maintain control but could not quite manage it. Interestingly, she folded into Brett, putting the right side of her face on her hands, which were on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. I glanced at Meka as I began knee-walking to them. Meka understood, and we both wrapped arms around them. I was concerned primarily with holding them up, as Char might not react well if they lost their balance and began falling. Brett would probably do the thing that would be right for most girls, holding them and breaking their fall, but that would be wrong for Char. Our actions created the scrum that I wanted, ensuring that those two would stay upright until Char got her emotional house in order.

A few minutes later, we unwound the scrum. Char was making no move to get out of Brett’s embrace.

She asked, “May I get, now, the first with him that I had insisted upon when we were divvying up firsts? I need it, now, and I need Brett to have it now, so he’ll understand.”

There was immediate and unanimous agreement.

She picked her head off her hands and his chest and looked into his eyes, saying, “We should probably sit for this because you do not want us to fall onto the bed together. Trust me on that one.” Once she was on her butt on the bed, she said, “Sit Indian style on one side of me, please.” When he was where she wanted, she added, “Please give me a good kiss on the mouth. Make it last for a while before you then kiss your way across my face and down to my neck. Can you do that?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please take your time. While the kiss can be aggressive, it’s best if you’re gentle once you leave my lips.”

He looked into her eyes, probably looking for any hesitation on her part. If so, he saw none, so leaned in slowly while he put his arms around her and began the kiss. The first part of the kiss was gentle, and she leaned more into him. She moaned quietly once as he ran a hand down her back, but quickly replaced it at the moan. He slowly ramped up the intensity of the kiss until their mouths were moving extensively on each other. In that intensity, he rubbed her back again, again eliciting a moan. Again, he ceased his hand’s movement. After they had been kissing for two minutes or so, he began sliding his face to her right and began gently kissing her face. He placed individual soft kisses up her cheek onto her closed right eyelid, then more kisses across that eyelid to the side of her face and over to her ear, at which she moaned.

He backed up the kisses toward her eye, then down onto her cheek, back up to that ear, getting another moan out of her. Brett began heading toward her neck, but his lips were moving only a few millimeters at a time before placing another kiss on her cheek. She began leaning her head onto her left shoulder, opening the path to her neck. He again reversed to her ear, with the first kiss on that ear’s lobe eliciting a squeaky moan.

Liya very quietly said, “Oh, my god.”

I kept my eyes on Brett and Char, but I agreed with Liya’s sentiment, as he had been kissing her for more than five minutes and had not reached her neck. Instead, he had been teasing her neck. However, after the third retreat to her ear and her release of a long, squeaky moan, he restarted his track to the right side of her neck. He slowed down, putting his lips in contact with her skin for longer durations, so, although he was on the direct line to her neck, he was taking more time getting there. I had shivers on my neck, scrunched my shoulders toward my ears, and clenched my Kegels and butt in sympathy with what Char must be feeling. When he finally placed his lips on the side of her neck a couple of inches below her ear, she gave out a loud sigh-moan followed quickly by a rapid inhalation with an inverse moan as he kissed there again.

He spent another five minutes kissing on the side of her neck, across and below her chin, then up and over her chin back to her lips. She moaned, squeaked, and even squealed many, many times. Once he returned to her lips, he placed one last soft kiss on them, then leaned back, his eyes waiting for hers.

She was breathing heavily, her eyes still closed, her head tilted back a bit in pleasure, then gave a whiny moan, and slowly opened her eyes. She looked into his eyes for, perhaps, 15 seconds, then lunged into him, bowling him over onto his back, and, with her torso lying on his, kissed him harder than he had probably ever been kissed. That kiss lasted over a minute, but she pulled up and back, panting while keeping her eyes on his. Immediately after Brett untangled his legs from being knocked over, she laid herself out on him, looked into his eyes from only inches away, then leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips.