Except for one thing.
“By the way,” George says while breaking away from my kiss to shoot me a sly smile. “Did I tell you that we’ve decided to matriculate at UCLA?”
I gasp.
“All five of you? Or just you, George?”
The five men surround me, their huge forms like a wall against all pain and hurt.
“All five of us,” they say in unison. “Are you ready, Mia? Because it means we’ll be together for another four years, and we can’t get enough.”
With a laugh, I hurl myself into their strong arms because this is a dream come true. I made my point when it came to gender equality, but in the end, I fell in love with five men who are star athletes, but they’re also much more than that. My alpha males have demonstrated through grace, kindness, and understanding that love will always prevail, and I will always be grateful to the Razorbacks for bringing me the gift of their passion.
Epilogue
Trace
Mia is so beautiful that it’s hard to believe. As a gymnast at UCLA, Mia has a suite and currently, all five of us are gathered in her bedroom, enjoying that curvy body.
“Oh,” she sighs while spreading her legs. “Mmm, yes, that feels good.”
George looks up, his chin and mouth glistening from her juices.
“Anyone else want a taste, or should we begin the Five-Sided Feast again?”
Mia giggles and looks up.
“Oh I’m not sure if I’m up for the Five-Sided Feast tonight.”
I shoot her a puzzled look. Our girl is creamy and luscious, spread out like this. Besides, she’s always ready for the Five-Sided Feast. Not once has she turned us down.
“Oh you know,” she says giggling while staring at us. “I’m just saying that I don’t want to raise and lower myself. I twisted my knee slightly today at practice, and it’ll be really hard to impale myself. But you can use my holes if you want,” she says with a saucy grin. “All of them are available to all five of you, all of the time,” she coos.
Immediately, I advance, as do my brothers. After all, this girl is our everything. She is the North Star that guides our actions, and the supernova who pulls us together with her incredible magnetism. How can any man resist the magic that is Mia Pierce?
Although I have to admit, a lot of people weren’t keen on our relationship at first. We couldn’t keep it quiet forever, and there was a lot of side-eye and hushed whispers. Fortunately, Mia is a tough cookie, and shit like that didn’t bother her. What did bother her, however, were the comments from her brother Mark.
“What?” he’d gasped, his face going red, then purple, before draining of all blood and going stark white. “You’re dating who?”
“You heard me,” said Mia while crossing her arms over her chest. We were all in the kitchen of their house, and I don’t blame Mark for being surprised by the news. There’s probably not a man in the world who wants to find out that his twin sister is in a relationship with five men, who are also his football teammates.
“You can’t be serious,” Mark says in a low, trembling voice, his eyes darting between the five of us. “This is crazy!”
But our girl is stubborn. She shook her head so that those curls bounced and jounced.
“No, we’re not crazy, Mark. You already saw how Trace, Troy, George, Howard and Frank went out on a limb for me during Championships. They didn’t have to let me play, but they asked Coach Moore to put me on the team at the last minute, and it worked. Not only did we sweep Championships, but we also caused a mini-revolution right here in Ridgewood. They’re going to open up all sports to both genders, both men and women. That means that boys who want to play field hockey will be allowed to. If men want to join the volleyball team, then be my guest. It goes both ways, Mark. It’s a breakthrough, and one that never could have come about if these men hadn’t set the wheels in motion.”
Mark lets out a choked gurgling sound. But then I step in.
“No, it wasn’t us who set the wheels in motion. It was Mia. Your sister. She’s an incredible woman, and the five of us adore her. In fact, we’ve all decided to matriculate at UCLA next year so that we can stay together.”
Mark looks even more shocked.
“Are you serious?” he gargles. “Do Mom and Dad know?”
Mia shakes her head.
“Not yet, but I was going to tell them right after I told you. Please give us your blessing, Mark. I know this is coming out of left field but you’re my twin. I want you to be okay with what’s happening, even if it takes some time to settle in.”
Mark goes pale white again, but then he nods.
“Of course you have my blessing, Mia,” he says in a quivery voice. “You’re my one and only sister, and if this is what you want, then I’m happy for you.”
She smiles and hugs him tight.
“Thank you,” she whispers in his ear. “For everything. For being my rock whenever I seem like I’m going off the reservation, and for introducing me to these incredible men. After all, you’re their teammate, and I wouldn’t have met them if it weren’t for you.”
He smiles weakly, even as he hugs his sister back. But then Mia pulls away and shoots him a knowing look.
“By the way, Mark, how did that date with Anne go? Are you guys a thing now?”
Our teammate brightens considerably, and the aura of nervousness seems to fade somewhat.
“Actually, we’re doing really well,” he says with a happy smile. “I don’t know if you could say we’re a thing, but I definitely like her a lot, and I’m seeing her again this Friday. We’re going to MacBurger.”
I grin.
“Just make sure Anne’s mom doesn’t come along,” I quip.
Mia whirls around and slaps my arm playfully.
“That was mean, Trace!” But then she turns back to Mark. “No seriously, make sure Mrs. Miller isn’t around because twice would be too much, Mark. You got this.”
With that the siblings hug again, and order is restored. It’s worked out well for Mark, too. He and Anne did become a couple, and they both matriculated at Pomona. Pomona is a small liberal arts school and absolutely perfect for them. I heard they walk around campus staring into each other’s eyes like lovebirds.
But now, back to Mia. She’s lovely, curvy and huge on our bed. Slowly, Troy slips himself into her sweet spot and she cries out with pleasure.
“Yes!” is her delighted moan. “More!”
Troy pulls out and then Frank dips into her once, before pulling out and letting Howard get his taste of that sweet pinkness. Then it’s my turn and the top of my head almost blows off when I feel Mia’s clenching walls tighten around my rod. But it’s not time yet. We continue the round robin, each man getting a stroke within Mia’s swollen sweetness before all six of us blow at once. The cacophony of moans and cries of pleasure is incredible.
“Yes!” she squeals as my teammates and I aim our cannons at the parted vee between her thighs. “Blast me!”
Sure enough, five loads of spunk spurt all over her sweet slit, and like a whore, Mia reaches down to push as much of that virility into her hole. But after we’re done, she opens her eyes and shoots us a saucy grin.
“Actually, I didn’t need to do that,” she confesses.
I’m completely worn out and can barely lift my head from the mattress.
“What’s that sweetheart?” I rumble hoarsely. “Shit, I’ve never come so hard before.”
“Me neither,” come the gasps of my brothers beside me. But Mia merely squeezes her thighs together before shooting us another saucy look.
“Well, I’m just saying that I didn’t precisely need your jizz in me because your past deposits did their work. I’m pregnant!” she announces with a big smile on her face. “You guys are going to be daddies!”
Immediately, all five of us sit up with shocked expressions.
“Holy shit, are you serious?” growls Frank.
“Daddies,” muses Troy with awe in his voice. “That’s
incredible.”
“I hope it’s a daughter and she looks just like you, sweetheart,” breathes George while leaning forward to press a kiss to Mia’s swollen lips.
“But what’s going to happen to your gymnastics career?” I ask slowly, fixing my beautiful girl with a look. “I know you love sports, and that you’re an elite athlete. Weren’t you gunning for Olympic trials next year?”
Mia nods, but her hands move forward to protectively cradle her burgeoning bump.
“I was, but I’m not going to anymore because some things are more important than the Olympics. Don’t get me wrong – the five-ringed contest is plenty important, but I kind of like the thought of being a mother,” she confesses. “We’ll get by, don’t worry, Trace. We always have, haven’t we? After all, the impossible has already occurred. I have a life with the five of you, and now we have a baby on the way too.”
With that, she showers us with kisses, and I fill our lip lock with all of the passion and emotion that I feel for Mia. This woman is incredible, and we’re lucky to have her. Plus, she’s right. Sometimes, choosing the more difficult path is the right way to go because there are no easy ways out. Mia has shown us that standing up for what’s right, just and fair is worthwhile, and those are values that I’m proud to have her impart to our daughter.
“You’ll be a wonderful mommy,” I whisper into her ear.
The gorgeous brunette giggles.
“And all five of you will be the best daddies ever.”
With that, we kiss again and my heart thumps with pure happiness. I can’t even remember life before Mia Pierce came into it … and now, I don’t want to.
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The End
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Sneak Peek: My Best Friend’s Husband
Jenny is my dead wife’s best friend, but what happens when my wife comes back from the grave?
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She’s curvy and gorgeous, and it drives me insane. Jenny has always been beautiful, but recently she’s put on some weight and it makes her curves even more luscious and tempting. At the moment, she’s riding my face and wailing long, low and loud as I tongue her sweet slit.
“Oh Stoooone,” she cries out. “Yes, right there!”
With a grin, I know I’ve hit it. I suckle her clit into my mouth and then bite on it gently, which causes her honey to drip even harder.
“Yes, Stone,” she gasps. “Oh god, yes.”
“Come in my mouth,” I rasp. “I want to drink every drop of this sweet female nectar.”
She throws her head back in another wail and then lets go. Contractions rush through her pussy, making her jerk and spasm, and a torrid gush of femininity flows into my mouth. I gulp and swallow feverishly, desperate to drink it all.
After all, Jenny and I are out in the open about our relationship now. After Margaret’s funeral, we went to see a lawyer who explained our options. There weren’t many and the choices that existed weren’t pretty.
“You can’t divorce someone who’s missing because there’s no one to serve,” the lawyer explained.
I squinted.
“What do you mean, serve? As in a tennis serve?”
He shook his head, fiddling with the page of a document.
“No, legal papers need to be delivered to the intended recipient according to certain methods. For example, if I were evicting a tenant, there are only a few ways of notifying the lessee. I would have to nail a notice to their door, send notice via registered mail, or use a service to personally serve the person I was trying to evict. Or a combination of those three methods. Every jurisdiction is different, and it’s important that you follow the requirements to a “T.””
“So what does that mean?” I ask slowly. “Who would I notify about my divorce? How would I go about it when my wife’s missing?”
The lawyer sighed.
“That’s it exactly. There isn’t really a way for proper service when Margaret’s missing and presumed dead, but not legally dead.”
I blink hard. He can’t be serious.
“Can’t I serve Margaret by leaving the papers in her old bedroom? Or by leaving them at her mother’s place? I’m not looking for assets. She can have everything. I’m just looking to move on with my life.”
He shook his head regretfully.
“I’m sorry, but no. I understand your predicament because of the terrible turn of events. But until your wife declared legally dead by the State of Maine, there’s no way for you to actually divorce her.”
I stare at him, Jenny’s small hand held tightly in my own.
“You can’t be serious. What if I want to get married again? What if I want to date?”
The lawyer’s eyes shoot to our clasped hands, and he nods regretfully.
“You can date, that’s no problem. There’s nothing against the law when it comes to dating. But with respect to marriage, you’ll have to wait until your wife has been declared dead in absentia, which generally takes seven years. Only then, will you be free to divorce Margaret, and free to marry someone else too. There’s no way to jump the gun because bigamy is illegal here in Maine. I suppose you could petition the State legislature to change the code, but it’s highly unlikely that you’ll get anywhere.”
I stare at him.
“This is crazy. I’m stuck being married to a woman who’s missing for another seven years? How is that fair? How is that just?”
The lawyer merely shakes his head regretfully again.
“You’ll have to talk to the legislature. I’m so sorry Mr. Harrison, but there’s no such thing as “fair” or “just” when it comes to matters of the heart, nor the law for that matter. Seven years is what you’ll have to wait. Well, actually the clock starts ticking from when the missing person is first declared missing, so you may only have to wait six years from this date.”
I was stunned. The rest of the appointment passed in a blur, and I barely even heard what was said. When Jenny and I left his office, she turned to me with wide eyes.
“You have to be married to Margaret for six more years?” she whispered. “How are we going to manage that? This sounds so wrong. Am I dating a married man? I never thought I’d be the other woman.”
My shoulders slumped as I opened the car door for her.
“I don’t know, Jenny, but yes, it kind of sounds like it. Right now, I don’t see a way out of this, except to let the clock run its course. Do you have any ideas? I’m not sure we have choices right now. I feel like we’re in a barren desert with only one way forward that’s extremely painful and long.”
She stared straight ahead as I shut her door and walked to the other side.
“Still, it just doesn’t seem fair,” she said in a low, broken voice. “How did we get into this predicament?”
I got into the car, and dropped my forehead against the steering wheel in despair.
“I don’t know, and I would never wish this situation on someone else. I just have to say that I hope you’ll stay with me on this journey as we wait, honey. It’s frustrating because there’s nothing we can do but wait, but again, I’m not sure we have another choice.”
Jenny bit her lip as she put on her seatbelt. I could tell she was thinking, and my heart pulsed with sudden fear. If Jenny wanted to leave me, I wouldn’t blame her. After all, our circumstances were so bizarre. A missing wife who also happens to be her best friend? A divorce thwarted by a disappearance? It was like out of a movie. Besides, why would Jenny stay when she could find any number of eligible men to take my place?
But I underestimated the beautiful blonde because stay she did. Our passion was strong enough to withstand that assault, and it’s been strong enough to last years now. We clung together, and miracle of miracles, our l
ove grew even more powerful because of the challenges we faced.
It wasn’t easy at first. We came out about our relationship slowly, and expected a lot of blowback. Jenny was nervous about going to the grocery store or the park for fear that people would talk. But to our surprise, the town accepted our relationship with grace. I guess they sensed that we were between a rock and a hard place, with no good choices. As a result, nobody said anything when Jenny and I began to hold hands in public, and when she moved into the Big House, it felt right.
As a result, I feel extraordinarily lucky to have found this woman. She stuck with me even when I had nothing but uncertainty to offer her, and it’s been six years now. Six glorious, heavenly years with this beautiful, lush woman at my side, day in and day out. I press a kiss to her pussy to show her how much I appreciate her, making her giggle and shriek.
“Oh Stone, you’re too good to me,” she mewls.
I merely pull her to the edge of the bed and press another open-mouthed kiss to her clit.
“Not too good,” I growl. “Because it’s getting dirty now.”
Jenny knows exactly what I want. She pulls her knees up almost all the way to her ears, baring her sweet slit to me. But it’s not just that sweet slit that I want – it’s her brownie too. She smiles as me wickedly, her enormous breasts smushed beneath her legs.
“Do it,” she breathes. “I know you want both my holes. You can have them, Stone.”
I growl, my eyes blazing and lean forward to slide myself into that sweet, tight pussy. Shit, she’s sopping and her personal lube covers me immediately. I do a couple strokes as sucking sounds ring out in the bedroom and then pull myself out and line myself up at her bottom hole.
“Yes,” she breathes, that rusty star winking and blinking a bit. “In there, Stone.”
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