by J G Jerome
“Yes,” I answer immediately. Audrey’s smile could shame the sun.
He nods as he plays a piercingly sweet line. “Then you are family. The Cheungs protect their own.”
I murmur, “I’m honored, sir. I have a friend that owns a salon who is like family.”
He nods his head, “I am familiar with this person, but we are not close. I have no grievance with anyone in that place.”
I nod. “I’m glad to hear that, sir. You will be in attendance tomorrow?”
Steven just nods before tucking the chin rest in its proper place and losing himself in the music. Eventually he murmurs, “A family friend and former co-worker will join us.”
“Until then,” I say. He looks at me and nods again.
I sit on the l plush couch to listen. Josie and Marissa sit on either side of me while Rebecca sits on my lap. I nuzzle her neck and hug the other two while all of us watch our newest wife. She has a beatific smile on her face as she throws a warm, vibrant line into the mix. They play for about five more minutes before Steven murmurs something, and they slowly wind down. We all stand and applaud.
They all stand and bow to our ovation. Steven and Audrey each pick up a towel from a side table and wipe down their instruments. Lidia closes the keyboard cover and comes over to hug each of the ladies while Steven and Audrey finish.
Lidia hugs me close and then holds my shoulders at arm's length. She says, “I’m glad that Audrey found you, William. From what she has told me, you saved her from going wild. She has been much more calm and focused since the two of you reconciled.”
“Lidia,” I respond. “Audrey saved me. I was recently divorced and rootless when I met her. I was about to the point of hiring temporary company before I stumbled onto Audrey. I knew she was special. Honestly, she saved me, Lidia. Marissa, Rebecca, and Josie have her to thank for me being the man they met rather than the one Audrey met.”
Lidia smiles brightly. “I must go prepare the food. You and Steven must both be starving after your little demo.” She winks at me and turns to grab Steven’s arm. She kisses his cheek before calling out, “Audrey, please ensure our guests have refreshments and have them at the table in fifteen minutes.”
Audrey commits, “Yes, mama.”
Steven and Lidia head towards the kitchen.
Audrey hurries to wrap her arms around me as she watches her parents disappear. I hug her to me and kiss her forehead. She turns her face up to me, and I kiss her lips, too. Audrey crawls up my body as she devours my mouth. Her legs wrap around my torso, so I cup her firm ass in my hands. Marissa, Josie, and Rebecca cuddle around us.
I murmur, “Whaddya think, ladies. I’m betting Audrey is commando under this conservative dress. Did you see the stockings she’s wearing?”
Rebecca asks, “You mean she has no panties on?” I nod. “I don’t think a good conservative girl like Audrey would walk around bare under her dress in her father’s house.”
Marissa chuckles, “Someone has learned the fine art of sarcasm, William.”
Josie says, “I’m pretty certain I saw her pussy before she put the fiddle between her legs.”
Audrey says, “It’s a cello, Josie - not a fiddle.” She nuzzles her face into my neck. She whispers, “I’m wearing a bra.”
“No panties, Kitten?” I tease.
She shakes her head, “I want to ensure I’m available to you and my sister-wives, Master. I’m so happy to have you all in my life.” She looks up at me. “My life is filled with love. It was only a few short weeks ago that I thought I had lost you, and now I have four spouses that shower me with love.”
I smile at her. “I’m glad you are happy, Kitten. We just need to get you to move in with us.”
“I can’t wait.” She releases her legs and slides back to the ground. “I better button a couple of these or Father will give me the hairy eyeball all evening.” She closes the gap.
Rebecca says, “That’s fine, Kitten, but I expect to see at least four buttons open from the time we get back in the car.”
“Yes, mom,” Audrey agrees with a smile. “Let’s get everyone something to drink.”
Audrey takes us to ‘the den,’ which has a full bar. She opens a bottle of Casillero del Diablo red blend and sets it aside to breathe. I know the wine, and it won’t need to breathe for long. Audrey sets out five ball glasses, puts two ice cubes in each, and fills each with San Pellegrino. She pulls a lime from the small refrigerator under the bar and cuts a wedge for each glass. We stand around the bar sipping the water and talking about places we’d like to explore together. Vienna and Paris are on my list. Rebecca wants to see London and the holy land. Josie wants to go anywhere in a plane, but specifically mentions Paris, Egypt, and Bangkok. Audrey likes those ideas, but wants to visit relatives in Pusan as well as tour Australia. Marissa wants to visit the Mayan ruins at Chichen Itza, Carnivale in Rio, Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and the Montreux Music Festival in Switzerland.
Audrey sets up the wine glasses and pours. We toast each other and our future travels together before heading to the dining room.
Steven is laying out platters of various kimchi dishes as we walk in. I can hear sizzling in the kitchen, and wonderful aromas waft through the air.
“Steven, may I?” I point to the kitchen.
He shrugs, “That’s not my domain.” I catch the ghost of a smirk. “It’s your life.”
I walk through the door into the large kitchen. Lidia is standing in front of a gas range. She has a grill of the stove removed and a large metal circle around the largest burner with a large wok on top. “Hello, Lidia. Do you mind if we watch? I’ve never learned to stir fry.”
Rebecca slides under my left arm, and Audrey leans against my front, pressing her firm ass against my rising cock.
Lidia say, “The basic technique is extremely high heat and flash frying small pieces of food in oil. Peanut oil is common, but any oil that stands up well to high heat will work. You don’t want to overfill the wok, or it gets too difficult to stir everything around. Korean food uses a lot of onion, garlic, chilis, and other herbs. You can use any fresh cut ingredients, and the result will be equally good if you spice it to your taste. Sesame oil is a frequent seasoning ingredient in Asian cooking.”
She looks over at us for a moment. “Audrey, please take a break from teasing your husband’s cock and turn the ribs.”
Audrey says, “Yes, Mama” as she hurries to the stove and picks up a pair of tongs.
Rebecca kisses my cheek and goes to observe. Lidia is grinning. “Rebecca, you are the primary cook in the family?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Rebecca answers.
“It’s Lidia or Mama, Rebecca. If you want to try these yourself, it’s best to just ask your butcher for Korean short ribs. Most will know what cut you want, then you can enjoy them without the hassle of trying to thin slice through the bone.”
Rebecca kisses her cheek over her shoulder. “Thank you, Mama. I hadn’t seen either technique before.”
Lidia smiles, “My Audrey knows how to do this. She has a handful of marinade recipes and ingredients for different dishes memorized. She can help you learn. Hand me the big platter on the counter behind you dear. The gold rimmed one.”
Lidia continues to direct the plating of the two dishes. Rebecca hands her wine glass to me, and I get out of the way by returning to the dining room. I tell Marissa and Josie, “I think Rebecca is going to be branching out into Asian cooking.”
Marissa grins, “Excellent. I love good Asian food. I’ve not had much Korean, but I love Thai and Vietnamese. I like some Chinese styles better than others.”
I smile, “Don’t forget Indian food! I love good Indian food. We should have some while we’re in town.”
Marissa says, “Yeah, the one in Prescott is crap. There are a couple of good Thai places though.”
Josie says, “I’ll try it. Whatever Lidia is cooking smells spicy.”
“It’s barbeque dog,” Steven says.
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Lidia kicks Steven with a knee to his thigh as she walks by. “Husband, your bed will be cold tonight if you keep teasing that poor girl.” She sets the platter of stir-fried meat and vegetables on the table. Rebecca brings out two large bowls of rice, and Audrey follows with a platter of the short ribs.
We all get seated. After a short blessing offered by Steven, we all dig in under Lidia’s guidance. Dinner is delicious, and it is enhanced by lively chatter, laughter, and wine.
Steven makes it clear he doesn’t approve of the shows Audrey and I do at Bernadette’s. Lidia tells him to mind his own business and professes her own enjoyment of what she calls ‘risqué shows.’ Audrey says that if they don’t want to see their daughter gasping orgasms in front of a crowd, to stay away from Bernadette’s tomorrow night. Steven shakes his head, but Lidia looks thoughtful.
We help Lidia clean up afterwards before we leave with a round of hugs at the door. Steven even smiles again. Audrey leaves with us.
Marissa confirms she’s good to drive as she only had one glass of wine. I unbutton five buttons from the hemline of Audrey’s dress and help her into the back seat. We all get buckled in, and Marissa takes us back to Bernadette’s. After passionate kissing for a couple of miles, Josie and I unbutton Audrey’s dress completely, and each of us suckles a nipple through the lace of Audrey’s balconette while I accost her wet pussy with my fingers. Audrey fondles my cock through my trousers. Josie releases her halter, and her bountiful breasts spill out of her dress. Audrey moans at the sight and buries her face in Josie’s ripe mammaries.
Josie leans back and Audrey follows, ass rising as she gets a knee under her. I release my cock and impale Audrey while she pleasures Josie, leaning over my Asian beauty and squeezing her breasts while I pummel her mercilessly. Audrey collapses in an orgasm, so I sit back. Josie crawls over Audrey to suck my cock to a finish down her throat. That swallowing thing she does with her throat is mind blowing.
We eventually pull into Bernadette’s drive. Josie’s halter is back in place and the middle four buttons of Audrey's dress are fastened.
We return in time to see a limo dropping off guests while we wait in queue for the Valet. As we enter the townhouse, Clarice meets us in the entrance with our key. She kisses everyone, and we go upstairs to spend some time alone together.
Audrey and I rehearse our show for the ladies. I’m planning to demonstrate a variant on the Shibari ‘net dress’ form. I tie Audrey at a deliberate pace, adding flourishes for the audience. After I tie the final knot I announce the ‘coup de grâce’ as I give the ropes a gentle tug and Audrey quickly drives herself into a series of orgasms. I cut her loose and massage her limbs. I explain the importance of ‘after care’ to the ladies that are unfamiliar with BDSM culture.
Josie asks if I would demo the form I gave to Susan. I agree with the condition that she is the subject. Josie smiles hugely and crawls on the bed. I do the arm gauntlet first, and basically follow the same procedure I used on Susan. I bind Josie’s breasts tighter and cinch the ropes a little more snug. She shivers all over at that point. The benefit of working with Josie is that I don’t need to keep her panty on as a deterrent, so I can be very precise with the placement of the knots.
Like Audrey, Josie was already wound from our time in the car. At the end of ten minutes, I think she exceeded Susan’s count of eight orgasms. Josie also lasted for the full ten minutes. I cut her loose and massage her limbs as Audrey, Rebecca and Marissa applaude her performance.
Once Josie is recovered, Rebecca, Marissa, and I re-enact our first encounter for Josie and Audrey. Audrey and Josie don’t manage to stay away for long, so we end up in a twist of pleasure until we all pass out.
We are awakened by a gentle knock. The door slides open, and breakfast is served by Chantelle, Serena, Luis, Rachel, and Cindy. We all get out of bed and pull the covers up. We pile into the loo, and the ladies pull on robes while Manuel places a large tray on the bed - about the size of my desk at the apartment. I pull on shorts and a t-shirt and brush my teeth.
I return to find Candice supervising service. When she is satisfied, we circle the tray on the bed and the footboard bench. Viktorija walks in as everyone else leaves. She joins us for breakfast, sitting on the bench next to Rebecca.
After breakfast we all get up and move slowly toward the shower. Viktorija drops her robe to join us. I take in her beautiful body as I shuck my t-shirt and drop my shorts. She stops me and presses herself to me in a tight hug.
I wrap my arms around her and inhale her scent. I murmur in her ear. “You smell like Bernadette.”
“Serena got a call from her patron, so I got to sleep with my mistress last night,” Viktorija says with a dreamy smile.
“Did you get any sleep?”
“Some,” she replies with considerable nonchalance.
I comment, “I thought you didn’t like sleeping with women.”
Viktorija stares into my eyes for a moment. She says, “You’ve made love to her. You know she is like no one else.”
I cock my eye at her and then hug her tightly. She returns my tight embrace. I whisper in her ear, “Does she know you’re in love with her?”
She nods at me. “Let’s discuss that later, Lord.”
“Okay,” I tell her. “Get in there so we can take turns soaping you up.”
She grins at me and slips out of my embrace. I think, ‘Damn, she’s an awesome young woman.’
10
Shryl goes home
After we shower, Viktorija dons her robe and leaves for her dorm room to dress for the day. The rest of us all dress casually for the day - jeans, oxford, and jacket for me - all four of my ladies in various yoga pants and loose shirts. Not knowing what to expect, I strap on my pistol, knife, and slide a collapsible baton into each hip pocket.
Now that we are all put together, we embrace in a group hug. We pass kisses around and then head out into the hallway to meet Bernadette in the salon downstairs.
Candice crests the stairs with Michelle, Serena, and Luis. She smiles and says, “We’ll clear breakfast and change the linens. Do you need anything else, Lord? Ladies?”
I check with my ladies before confirming, “We’re all good, Candice. Thank you all for spoiling us,” I say with a smile.
“All part of the service, Lord,” she responds with a warm smile.
We traipse down the sweeping stairway, through the foyer, and into the salon. There are a variety of chairs in a semicircle that encircles most of the room. Bernadette is standing next to Steven Cheung and an intense, hard guy that’s about ten years older than me. Vanessa is sitting in one of the chairs deep in contemplation. Clarice is walking slowly around the room with an electronic device in her hand, consulting the screen on it as she circumnavigates the room.
The intense guy looks to be roughly my height - maybe a little taller. He has dark hair in a conservative business cut with a touch of grey at his temples. He looks very fit. I’ve got a more muscular build, but there is something about him that gives off a definite ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe. He’s in a similar outfit to mine - chinos, pale yellow oxford, navy blazer, and loafers. Behind him is a pretty young lady in a fashionable business suit - navy fuck-me-pumps, black stockings, navy short skirt and jacket with pinstripes over a French blue shirt with white collar. She has auburn hair in a bob cut, small pert breasts, and exudes both sexuality and submissiveness. Her attention is glued to the intense guy.
Bernadette turns to acknowledge my entourage, “Hello, William Darling. I trust you and the ladies all slept well.” She wraps me in an embrace and plants a lover’s kiss on my lips.
I enjoy the moment before answering. “We slept well and then had a lovely breakfast in bed courtesy of our lovely hostess.”
She makes a dismissive wave of her hand. “That was all Viktorija and Candice’s doing. They do seem to be quite fond of you, darling.”
“I’m a lucky guy,” I say with a smile. “All your peop
le are great.” I release her and point toward Vanessa with my chin. I murmur, “How is Vanessa doing?”
Bernadette stares at me for a moment. She murmurs, “How very perceptive, William. Shryl is rather nervous. She’s very clear that she would rather stay here. She is doing this for me only because I don’t have a better way to communicate back home. Vanessa is very concerned about what happens to her after Shryl is gone. I told her we would take care of her.”
I’m puzzled. “Are their personalities separating?”
Bernadette shakes her head and rests a hand on my arm. “No, darling. Vanessa is vocalizing all of these thoughts as though she were one person. It was difficult to follow her until she started talking in terms of her body and her soul.”
I nod and caress her comforting hand. “Makes sense, Bernadette. Thank you for clarifying. We will take care of her.”
Clarice finishes her circuit and slips into the anteroom at the foot of the stairs.
Bernadette nods to Steven, “You know Steven. Let me introduce you to Jack Jerome.” She turns to the intense guy. “Jack, this is William James.”
I offer a handshake. “Hello Jack, I’m Will.”
“Jack,” he says as he grips my hand firmly and shakes decisively. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I have to admit, I’m rather surprised to find a necromancer in the wild. How did you manage to escape the church?”
I shrug. “I suspect that has a lot to do with me not knowing anything about it until a little more than a month ago. There is at least one other running around in the wild. I met Julius Lafayette in Prescott. He’s been around for a couple of hundred years.”
Jack looks surprised. “Really. The Church has been chasing him at least that long. I can’t believe he's in my backyard.”
“He’s not,” I clarify. “I think I tripped a demonic ward when we dug out the cellar in my house. He showed up shortly after the demolition was complete. He was in a 70's vintage, black Lincoln Towncar with Colorado plates.”
