Old Ladies Club 2

by Kayce Kyle

  I respond: We don’t have those in our club so no, haven’t dealt with that but have gotten ugly messages and shit from some of the townspeople who don’t ‘approve’ of my life choices.

  Rainey responds: Oh yeah, been there and done that, but in our town, my sisters and I own and run the only tattoo parlor in the area. So, I pretty much get left alone, not to mention my guys would take anyone out who messes with me...lmfao.

  I respond: Tattoos huh? Interesting for sure. I’m an artist myself.

  Rainey responds: I do mostly self-portraits, but am known to kick out some bad ass designs, maybe you could share some sometime and we can talk commissions?

  I respond: That would be fantastic! I did some murals, kinda old school Hollywood profiles in one of our businesses, a local salon.

  Rainey responds: We’ve actually been looking for someone to do a mural in the shop, we want some badass choppers, skulls, crosses...things of that nature. Think you could draw something up for me to share with my sisters?

  I respond: Let me tinker with it and I’ll mock something up. No obligation, of course!

  Rainey responds: Great! I’ll pm you with my information. I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with. I’m stoked!

  I respond: That works! So, how do you deal with your guys when they go into alphahole mode?

  Rainey responds: Alphahole? I fucking love it! I’m going to have to steal that one and use it with my guys. Anyways, I’m stubborn and don’t take shit from them, I give as good as I get. We’ve paved a way to deal with each other. I’ve been known to be a scary bitch sometimes when crossed. Backbone! It’s the best advice I can give.

  I respond: Steal away! Do y’all do piercings? I’ve been thinking of getting my nipples pierced as a surprise for the guys. After all, I sure as hell enjoy theirs!

  Rainey responds: We do! Myself and my sister Ariel are the main piercers in our shop. I’ll even give you a huge discount if you decide to become an independent commissioned artist for us.

  I respond: Does that bother your guys? I presume y’all do all manner of piercings.

  Rainey responds: It’s been known to start an argument or two. But it’s our business, and at the end of the day, it doesn't affect our relationship at home, it’s left at the shop and not allowed to come in the front door after a day’s work. Kind of like Vegas, what happens there, stays there, so to speak.

  I respond: Are y’all gonna have kids someday? That’s my biggest worry, if I’m being honest. I don’t want my kids to be made to feel less than by others because of my choices.

  Rainey responds: We will have kids, and the thing is, you have to teach them that the only ones whose opinions matter are the ones at home. Fuck everyone else.

  DJ responds: Coming in late to the party, y’all. Hannah, I agree with Rainey here. You know we’ve got your back and there’s no way the dynamic duo will allow anyone to bash their woman or their kids.

  I respond: This is truth. They tend to go caveman from time to time, don’t they?

  Skylar responds: Yeah, nature of the men we chose to love. As for the other shit, Rainey has the way of it. Ignore the assholes who are judging you. If you and your men are happy, that’s all that matters at the end of the day. I just had a conversation with another girl that I’m sure will be joining the group. She’s new to the polyamorous relationship.

  I respond: Never been happier. Got a great group of women I can bounce shit off of, two men who treat me like I’m a priceless creature in their eyes, and now y’all.

  Rainey responds: I’m with two brothers, so they’ve learned to share throughout the years, now that has been passed down and they share me lovingly. I can’t imagine loving one more than the other. We’ve had issues with me deciding which one to marry, it’s the only contention we haven’t been able to get through. How did you decide? Or have you yet?

  I respond: Yeah, working on that myself. Mine are twins and one is older and he thinks it should be him.

  Rainey responds: Mine just want me to pick one to marry and give the first baby to the other one. But how do you decide which one gets which honor first? I’m having issues, because I believe the one I do marry, the other will be thinking, ‘but she married him, so she must love him more’, and that’s not fair to the other. I just don’t know what to do.

  I respond: Maybe instead of you making that decision, you should put it back on their shoulders? Idk, I mean, I love mine equally but different, if that makes sense. They’ve both got wicked senses of humor, but sometimes, one seems more in-tune with me emotionally.

  Rainey responds: One of my men is more dominant than the other, and he’s older, so I can see where this will go. I guarantee I’ll be marrying the oldest of the two and having the youngest one’s baby first. But maybe you’re right, I should make them decide instead of carrying the burden on my shoulders and mine alone.

  I respond: Sounds like a good plan to me.

  DJ responds: If that doesn’t work, tell them you’re gonna flip a coin or something.

  I respond: LOL @ flip a coin. Could you see my guys doing that?

  Rainey responds: I can totally see my guys doing that.

  DJ responds: I think both of y’all need to put it back on them. There are two of them and one of you so that makes more sense. And, as far as kids go, what difference does it make who fathers them if y’all are both with brothers? None as far as I can see.

  Rainey responds: They’re both going to be fathering them for the rest of their lives regardless, so I’m in complete agreement with you on that one, a point I’ve tried to make several times. They’re of the mindset that the first kid should go to the one who didn’t place the ring on my fingers...it’s ludicrous.

  DJ responds: Because seriously, do you wanna have one of them gloved up until you get caught? Nope, I bet you don’t.

  Hannah responds: I sure as hell don’t. I mean, yeah, we use them for when we...you know ...but otherwise, it’s bare.

  DJ responds: You’re a kook you know that?

  Rainey responds: LMFAO...oh Hannah, you’re killing me. Yeah, that’s how we roll, too. I hate rubbers, once I got the pleasure of experiencing my men raw, I threw the damn box out after that one drunken night, and vowed never again...unless they’re both filling me, then the one has to wear one, that’s just too gross!

  Lizzie responds: I’m just now coming into this, but seriously Rainey...TMI!

  I respond: I totally hear you there!

  DJ responds: Ladies, y’all are killing me here! My man is out on a run, for fuck’s sake! Stop talking about sex.

  I respond: Shouldn’t you be writing?

  DJ responds: Just finished edits, Miss Smartypants!

  Lizzie: DJ, one day you’re going to have to share your pen name so I can check out your steamy books!

  DJ responds: Send me a message, I’ll hook you up.

  Lizzie responds: Done! I can’t wait to dig into them. I love a good, kinky, stormy, romance book.

  Rainey responds: I’m going to be hitting you up later, Lizzie. You’re going to have to share the goodies.

  DJ responds: Hell, I’ll post the link to my page in another post then all of y’all can check them out, okay?

  Rainey responds: Hell to the yeah! I gotta go, I just had a client walk in. TTYL ladies.

  Lizzie: I was just checking in, I’ve gotta go too, my man just walked through the door.

  I respond: Later, ladies, time to get dinner going!

  “Whatcha doing, doll?” Smokey asks, coming up behind me.

  “Was thinking about what we could have for dinner,” I reply.

  “Why don’t we order in? Bandit’s not due back until sometime tomorrow so it’s just us.”

  “I like that idea, handsome. Mexican? Chinese?” He starts laughing because he knows how much I love Mexican food.

  “Mexican?”

  “Then we need to go there, it tastes better hot.”

  “Yeah, it does. Let me go get some jeans on.”
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  “I can help.”

  “Uh, sure you can and then it’ll be that much longer before we leave.”

  “And this is a problem how?” he asks, nuzzling my neck. Well, when he puts it like that, there isn’t one, I guess. “C’mon, doll, I need to grab a quick shower and want you to scrub my back.”

  “Is that what they’re calling it these days?” I ask, grinning as his hands sweep down my body.

  “That’s what I’m calling it,” he replies, before he turns me and leans in so that he’s got me in a fireman’s hold.

  “Smokey! Put me down! I’m too heavy to be carried like this, you’re gonna hurt yourself!” He smacks my ass at my comment and I swear, I hear a growl.

  “Doll, you’re not too heavy. Knock it off,” he states. He lets me down and then proceeds to quickly undress us both. Oh goody, shower sex!

  Later that night, after a wonderful shower then dinner that included some of my beloved margaritas, I’m laying in his arms recovering from yet another mind-blowing orgasm. “Smokey?” I ask, running my hands lazily down his chest.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I know y’all were leaving it up to me as to who I marry and who I commit to, but honestly, I think y’all should decide that. I love you both and don’t want either one of you to think otherwise. If I choose, then that may be what y’all think.”

  “What? No, Hannah, that’s not how we roll. But if you want, both of us will talk to Bandit tomorrow, okay?”

  “I think that would be a good idea. What about kids?”

  “What about kids? We’re not ready for that, are we? I mean, if you’re pregnant it’s okay, of course, but I kinda want you to myself for a bit and know Bandit feels the same.”

  “Well, are you guys going to worry about who is the actual father?”

  “Where in the fuck is this coming from, doll?”

  “Just questions I’ve got is all.”

  “Baby, we’re identical twins. There’d be virtually no way to tell who fathered any kids we have and we’re okay with that, I promise. Now, can we get some sleep?”

  “Love you, Smokey,” I say, settling in closer.

  “Love you more, Hannah,” he replies, kissing my forehead.

  Chapter Three

  Skylar

  Today has been weird and extremely exhausting. The kids are going crazy, my men are gone for a few days, and I’m trying to do everything for the house and at the clubhouse alone. Each one of the girls is stepping up and helping when they can, but we all have lives and things going on. So, I’m going to take a breath and a few minutes to myself.

  Opening my laptop up, I pull up the site and post a question. In my opinion, this is important and needs to be brought up. This isn’t something I want to post in the daily thread, though.

  I type out: I feel like I’m going crazy here. My men are gone, the kids are going crazy, and I need a break. What are some ways you all get a few minutes to yourselves? How do you unwind?

  Savanna responds: Hi, Skylar! I’ve got some of the girls sitting here with me. Club is having its annual cookout today. Anyways, have you ever tried meditation?

  I respond: I haven’t. I barely have time to breathe let alone do that.

  Savanna responds: I understand. You must have children and think time for yourself is near impossible, but it’s essential.

  Jenalyn responds: Oh, geez, here we go. Skylar, while I agree somewhat with Savanna, not everyone can find the time or is interested in practicing meditation. Have you tried vodka?

  Bailey responds: Savanna, Skylar doesn’t just have kids. She has half a football team, three sets of twins. I’m interested in the whole meditation thing though. I think I need it to calm the hell down. Vodka is always a good answer though!

  I reply: And to think they wanted to have more kids! I just need a few minutes before I have to head to the clubhouse. The guys want dinner there tonight. When my men aren’t home, they don’t come to the house other than to check on me and the kids. So, I guess we’re all going there tonight.

  Savanna responds: Girl, three sets of twins? You need a nanny, meditation, and vodka!

  Jenalyn responds: Yes, again, I’m agreeing with Savanna here. Three sets of twins? I’ve got two kids only and I pull my hair out daily! You know what you need? Well, besides all of the above? You need to plan a damn vacation, even if only for one weekend, and just hand the kids to your men! Don’t ask, just do it!

  Savanna responds: Skylar, Jenalyn talks a big game, but she wouldn’t just walk up and hand her kids over to my brother.

  Bailey responds: We’re all here to help her. And you guys haven’t seen her oldest son. He’s the ultimate protector of the rest of the kids. Especially his twin sister! But, I do think you need to think about taking a vacation, Sky. I think we all do!

  I respond: That would be nice. But, I don’t have time for any of that. This is all new and I’m enjoying getting to know the other ladies on here. Plus, there’s a ton to do here everyday.

  Melody responds: We do all need to get away for a weekend. Sky, we’re all here to help you. I think that Sami and Whitney are on their way to your house right now to help. And we’re all heading to the clubhouse in a few minutes to help get dinner started over there. You take your time and do what you need to do. If that’s taking a few minutes, you take them.

  Jenalyn responds: I concur! Oh, and please forgive my sister, Savanna, for speaking on my behalf. She’s clearly lost her mental balance with all the meditation she’s been doing. Yeah, I’m side-eyeing her right now. Oh, and as far as parking the kids in my man’s lap, watch me. :D

  Bailey responds: Sky, don’t make me call my brother! Take some time and let us help you. You still have a few issues with letting us help you out.

  I respond: I know I do. I just don’t want to impose on you all. Especially since my men are gone and yours are all here. They need your time too!

  Bailey’s response is immediate: They get enough of our damn time! You need us too and we’re going to be there for you no matter what.

  I log out of the site when I hear a knock on my door. Looking through the small window, I see Whitney and Sami standing on my porch. Goose isn’t far behind, he’s taking up residence in one of the chairs on the porch. Thankfully, Sami has been helping out when she can with the kids. She’s got her own life though and I hate asking her to come help out. I’m going to have to work on that. Again!

  Sami and Whitney helped me get everything done that needed to be finished at the house. Now, we’re all making our way over to the clubhouse. Bailey already called and let me know that all I’m needed for is making the desserts. I can definitely do that. There’s already a bunch of things there in the freezer and pantry that I just have to pull out. I can warm up a few pies and pull out some of the candy and fudge for the kids. As long as the men haven’t raided the stash again. They seem to have a habit of doing that in the middle of the night when they’ve been drinking.

  “Skylar, I think that I’m going to start coming over in the morning before work. Then I’ll come over once I get out of work,” Sami tells me. “At least until Cage and Joker get back.”

  “What about spending time with Goose and things that you have to get taken care of?” I ask, looking at her to make sure she knows I don’t want to take up more of her time so she doesn’t have any for herself.

  “Goose and I will still have time to spend together. You need us right now and we’re going to be there for you. It’s not like you haven’t been there for all of us,” Sami replies, throwing her hands on her hips and looking between Goose and me, daring either one of us to contradict her words.

  “Thank you! That would be a tremendous help to me,” I gush, loving that no matter what is going on, I know that these women will always have my back. Just like I’ll always have theirs.

  Walking into the main room of the clubhouse, I see men sitting all over the place. Most of them have plates in front of them already. Women are walking back and forth fro
m the kitchen to the main room, they’re making sure all the men have everything they need and are eating. My kids run over to the table reserved for them when we eat here and start talking rapidly to their friends.

  “Daddy!” Reagan calls out suddenly.

  She takes off running towards one of the tables in the back that I can’t really see from where I’m standing. Just as Reagan takes a flying leap, I see Joker stand up to catch her in his strong arms. He wraps her in one of the tight bear hugs she loves and I can hear her laughter ringing throughout the main room. The rest of the kids take off towards their dads and I follow at a slower pace. They weren’t supposed to be back yet and I can’t believe that they’re here.

  “Baby girl, we missed you!” Cage tells me, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me.

  “I missed you more!” I tell him, turning to wrap my arms around Joker.

  “Think we need to have a talk again, baby,” he tells me and I know that Bailey ratted me out. “Don’t get mad at her. She knows that you’re feelin’ the strain and wants to make sure that you know every single person is here for you.”

  “I’m not mad. I just don’t need you two worried about me when you’re out on business. We were getting along just fine,” I tell him, placing my hands on my hips and facing both of them. “I just needed a few minutes today.”

  “Then you take them. All you need to do is pick up the phone and make a call to anyone. Even the guys,” Cage tells me, putting all of his focus on me.

  “I know. I’ll work on it again,” I tell him, meaning it.

  Sitting down, I’m happy as fuck that my men are home. I plan to show them as soon as we get home just how happy I am! For now, I’m content spending time with our family and watching the pure joy from everyone. Nothing has happened in so long and we’re all content and happy as we grow, find new relationships, move away, and relax in the peace.