by Amy DeMeritt
“Yeah, soaking up the sun on Shannon’s yacht.” I laugh and my wives smile really big, but Sara shakes her head. “Don’t forgot you’re also working one day. And before you ask or attempt your verbal con-tricks – no, you’re not working merchandise or tickets. You’re teaching dance.”
“And don’t forget my fee of five-hundred-dollars an hour. How long is this event?”
“A few hours for setup the night before, and about ten hours the next day. So, we’ll round it to fifteen hours.” Talia’s jaw drops and she grabs Sara’s shoulders. “Wait, are you really going to pay me that much?”
“I’ll give you a choice. You can have the seventy-five-hundred, or you can have three percent of my manager cut from the event.”
Talia bites her bottom lip and looks around at everyone, as if hoping to find the answer to which is a better deal written on our faces. The three percent is a much better deal and will probably be about three times the seventy-five-hundred. Talia’s eyes meet mine, and I smile as I pretend to wipe sweat from my forehead, using only three fingers. Talia smiles really big and looks at Sara.
“The three percent.”
“Ok.” Sara starts to walk over to Keira, but Talia leaps at her, grabbing her shoulders. “Wait! How much is that?”
“You’ll find out when you get your check. I don’t have final figures yet.”
“But you have to know a ballpark. You can at least tell me a rough idea.” Sara grins and shrugs a shoulder. “More or less than what you previously asked for.” Talia spins around looking at me. “How much is it?” I just laugh and shrug a shoulder. “You made a good choice.”
“Oh, come on!” Everyone laughs really hard as Talia shakes Sara’s shoulders. “Ok, I’ll tell you this – over thirty percent of the American population live on this or less annually.” Talia smiles and spins around. “I need a phone.”
Sam hands Talia her phone and she brings up the internet. She gasps and throws her arms around Sara, squeezing her really tight, making Sara groan. I’m not sure what the annual income is that Sara mentioned, but based off of the last event, the three percent should end up being over twenty-thousand-dollars, and possibly over thirty-thousand.
“Ok, girls, we’re going to go check on the food on the firepit.”
Our mom smiles at us in a proud way, and our dad ruffles Sara’s hair as he turns to follow our mom to walk around the side of the house to get to the backyard.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Kayla, wake up.” I groan and tighten my grip on my wife. “No, baby. I’m sleeping good.”
“Kayla, get up.” A hand gently pats my cheek and I shake my head, trying to get away from the pestering hand. “Baby, go back to sleep.”
“Kayla, your hand is in Jaime’s shorts. Wake up.”
It’s a different voice than the one before. My eyes spring open, and I quickly release Jaime. I had pulled her on top of myself and had my hand in her shorts, holding her bare ass.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Jaime smiles and kisses my forehead. “It’s ok.”
I look at my wives and Symone. All of them are laying on their sides with their arms wrapped around each other facing us with amused smiles.
Sam leans over and kisses my lips, before she says, “I’m surprised. Normally, its Maddi who’s groping people in her sleep.”
“Hey! You are guilty of that very often too, brat.”
Madison reaches over Awenasa and Shannon and smacks Sam’s ass, making all of us laugh.
“Do you still want to go for a run or are you going to sleep in?”
“I’m awake now, so I might as well go running. Besides, if I stay in bed, my wives will just make fun of me.”
Jaime laughs and rolls off of the bed. She grabs her running clothes off of the lounger, and heads for our master bathroom. As she’s closing the door, she looks at me with a grin.
“Get up, or Aura and I are running without you.” I laugh a little and roll off of the bed. “Ok, I’m up.”
I pull a pair of underwear, running shorts, and a sports bra out of the dresser, before walking towards the large walk-in closet to get dressed. I glance over at the bed, and smile really big. My wives and Symone have spread out some. Awenasa and Madison are laying on Shannon’s chest, and Sam is laying on Symone’s chest with her arm and leg draped over her. All of them are wearing short pajama shorts and camisole tank tops and look really cute.
“Hey, baby. Are you going to get dressed or just stand there ogling us all morning?”
I laugh and set my clothes on the dresser top before I run and jump on the bed, landing just behind Sam in a not so graceful belly flop. Sam and Symone grab onto me, pulling me over on top of them and start tickling my sides. I laugh hard and squirm, trying to grab their hands and break free.
“Shit! Wives, help me!”
I’m laughing so hard that I’m curled up in a ball on top of Symone. They finally stop tickling me and rub their hands over my head and upper back. Symone scrapes her nails over my scalp, making me release a low burring moan and nuzzle deep in her chest. She laughs and kisses the top of my head. My face is planted right between her warm plump breasts and it causes arousal to flood my veins. I quickly sit up and dart for each of my wives and Symone, giving them a quick kiss on the lips and then I jump out of bed.
When I come out of the closet, Jaime is sitting on the edge of the bed, with her hair in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a pair of white, black, and hot pink running shorts, with a matching sports bra. I quickly brush my teeth and hair, and pull my hair into a ponytail.
“Ok, I’m ready. See you later, babes.”
My wives and Symone smile as Jaime stands up, taking my hand in hers. Each of them either tell us to have fun, or wave, before snuggling in closer to each other.
Jaime and I are quiet walking down the stairs and through the living room, because its only seven o’clock and everyone is still asleep. We find Aura lying next to Joey in the living room, and I signal for her to follow us. She quietly stands up, not disturbing Joey, and we go out the back door to start our run.
When we’re across the lawn, next to the woods, Jaime asks what our plans are for today.
“I offered to take Joey and Talia shopping for back to school clothes and shoes, so we’ll probably do that and go out for lunch. What time do you get done at the studio today?”
“Probably after four o’clock. I’m doing a training session with my staff on business management and I’m doing a workshop with my advanced students. Oh, and I’m meeting with the complex manager about acquiring the space next to mine. The clothing store that was next door closed down, so I may take it over and expand this studio, so I don’t have to move to a new building. Even with the two new locations, this location is still pretty small for the number of students I have from this area. It’s going to be a busy day.”
“Anything I can do to help?” Jaime looks over at me smiling. “Do you want to do the workshop with me? It’s at two o’clock.”
“Sure. I’ll just skip out on the family a little early. What are we teaching?”
“Erotic dancing.” I freeze and bend over laughing and panting for air. With my hands on my knees, I look up at Jaime’s smiling face. “You’re joking, right?” She shrugs a shoulder and lifts me up by my chin. “Are you bailing on me?”
“Uh, possibly. Symone would probably be a better helper for that class.” Jaime laughs and places a hand against my abs as she leans in to kiss my lips. “I’m just teasing. Come on.” She starts jogging again, so I quickly get in step next to her. “The workshop is on lyrical and contemporary dance.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there. Do you want me to bring you something for lunch? Or I can pack you something.” Jaime bumps into me with a smile. “Yeah, you can pack me something. I’ll have to eat sometime between eleven and twelve and I know you can’t get to the studio that early.”
“Ok. It won’t be as good as if my wives made it, but I’ll make you something good while you’re ge
tting ready. Hey, uh, I’m sorry I accidentally violated your, uh, private area in my sleep. Do you still want to sleep with me?”
Jaime laughs and stops running. She wipes the back of her hand over her forehead, wiping sweat off, and places her hands on her hips. My eyes unnecessarily scan her body, and I have to quickly look away to distract myself from how amazing she looks glistening with a thin layer of sweat and the early morning sun making her lightly tanned skin glow in a really nice way. Aura trots back to us, since we lost pace with her, and she does a few circles around us, before sitting on her hindlegs, lightly panting for air.
“I love how you do that – what you mean is innocent, but the way it sounds can be taken in such a different context. Yes, I still want to sleep with you.” I blush red and laugh. “Yeah, I guess that came out wrong. But wait, does that mean you don’t want to sleep with me the other way?” Jaime’s smile gets huge and she releases a loud laugh. “Oh, my god, Kayla. I don’t even know how to answer that.”
“Honestly.” Jaime rubs a hand over her face and looks at me between her fingers, before dropping her hand and taking a deep breath. “You know the answer to that and I know the answer to the same question in reverse for you. So, does everyone else.”
“So, you do want to sleep with me. Ok, that’s good. Come on.” I start running again, and Jaime quickly gets in line next to me, while Aura sprints ahead of us. “Do you have time to do some laps in the pool with me to cool off before you have to get ready to leave?”
“Sure. Why is it good?”
“I don’t know. Don’t you think it is?” Jaime laughs and looks at me with a curious grin. “It depends on how you look at it since it won’t ever happen.”
“Oh, well, I guess there’s that possibility.” Jaime looks over at me with quizzical pinched brows and a small grin. “Possibility? Did you mean to add that word to that sentence?”
“No, I just spoke before thinking.” She looks disappointed and looks straight ahead again, saying, “Oh, ok.”
“Do you like Symone?” Jaime takes a deep breath and looks over at me with a tense jaw before she stops again. “Are you trying to match us up again?” I shake my head and her tense look softens into a small smile. “No, I’m just curious if you like her and if you could ever be with her like that.”
“We actually talked about it while you were in California. We even tried to go on a date.” My stomach suddenly feels sick, which is odd because I always thought I’d be happy if they end up together. “Did you, uh, you know?” Jaime smiles and shakes her head. “We went out to dinner and we kissed, but nothing else happened, and we didn’t go on a second date. Well, we’ve done things together, but not under the label of it being a date.”
“How come? You didn’t like the kiss?” Jaime smiles and licks her lips, as she shakes her head. “No, it was a great kiss, but we both felt like something was missing. We like being together and we like hanging out, but both of us only ever feel like everything is in place during certain moments.”
“What moments? When is everything perfect for you?”
“Kayla,” she wraps her arms around the back of my neck and kisses my lips, “you know the answer to that. Why do you like asking questions that you already know the answers to? When we’re with you and your wives, everything is perfect.”
“Symone is in love with my wives?” Jaime laughs and rests her forehead against mine. “Why are you so damn cute? Yes, she’s in love with all of you.”
“So, that’s when you could be with her?” Jaime lifts her head, looking in my eyes with a cautious smile. “Yes, it could work then.”
“But why? I mean, if you could be together with all of us, shouldn’t you be able to be together just the two of you? If I had met and been with only one of my wives, I could be with them alone.”
“Yes, but if you had to do that now, after knowing and loving all of them, you’d feel like something is always missing. If three of them split off and wanted to still be friends, could you feel like everything is perfect with just that one wife?”
“No, I’d be heart broken and probably die.” Jaime smiles and kisses my lips. “That’s how we feel about losing all of you. We could get by together, but it wouldn’t be perfect.”
“I love you.”
I pull Jaime into a hug and press my lips to the side of her neck. I palm over her back and press my nose into her hairline, just behind her ear, and breathe her scent in deeply. Jaime releases a small sigh and digs her fingertips into my shoulders, pulling me in closer.
“I love you too, Kayla.”
“You’re wet.” Jaime pulls back with blushing cheeks and her jaw hanging open. “How do you know that?” I look at her confused, and then my eyes get huge and I laugh hard. “Oh, my god, I’m sorry. I meant, you’re sweaty. But, wait, are you really?” Jaime puckers her lips in amused agitation and turns to walk away. “Let’s go, brat. We need to hurry if you want to do laps in the pool.”
“In a rush to get wetter, huh?” Jaime scoffs and looks over her shoulder at me laughing. “You are… I’m not… You know, what?” Jaime is stumbling for something to retort, and just starts laughing hard. She takes my hand, and yanks on it, making me start walking next to her. “You are such a brat.”
“You like it.”
Jaime laughs and bumps her hip into mine, getting me off balance. I laugh and kiss her cheek, making her already big smile widen.
When we get to the back of the house, we take our shoes and socks off, and step into the pool in the shallow end. It sends goosebumps peppering our skin and we shiver from the cold. We laugh, and at the same time, we take a deep breath, and dip below the surface, forcing our body to quickly acclimate to the change in temperature. We pop up with our teeth chattering in our skulls.
“Race you to the other end.”
Without waiting for a response, she takes off. I catch up pretty quickly, and as we touch the wall, we quickly turn and swim back to the other end. We get ten laps in before we stop, breathing hard, and leaning against each other while we sit on the steps in the shallow end.
“Hey, are you ready for breakfast?” Madison sits down on the side of the pool and dips her feet in the water. I smile and swim over to her, resting my arms and face on her knees. “Hey, beautiful. What are we eating?”
“Your mom and Sequoia are making a huge batch of breakfast hash with the feast leftovers, blueberry corn muffins, and enough bacon to feed the entire town.”
I laugh and release her legs to push off of the side of the pool so I can climb out. Madison smiles up at me and releases a small moan.
“Why do you look so fucking hot when you’re wet?”
Jaime laughs behind me and sloshes out of the pool. I look over my shoulder at her and her cheeks are red and she’s wearing a huge smile. Her eyes scan my body and she nods once.
“You do look really good when you’re wet.” She grins in a meaningful way, and I laugh hard. Madison stands up looking between us with a curious grin. “Did I miss something?”
“Jaime was wet before we got in the pool.” Jaime laughs and shoves my shoulder, making me fall back into the pool. “You are such a brat.”
Madison and Jaime laugh as I slam my arm into the surface of the water and splash both of them with a huge curtain of water. While I climb out of the pool again, Jaime tells Madison about my “wet” comment, when I meant that she was sweaty, and my question that followed to verify if she really was wet. Madison laughs and tickles my side.
“You really are a brat.”
I cheese really big and my wife laughs and loops her arm in mine, leading us back into the house. Shannon quickly jumps up from the dining room table and runs off to the laundry room to get us towels so we don’t track water through the whole house. Since I basically soaked Madison, the three of us dry off as best as possible and go up to our bedroom to get cleaned up.
People are using the other bathrooms, so we have to take turns using our master bathroom. Jaime tells Madison and I th
at we can go first since we have people waiting for us.
Madison and I quickly strip down and step into the shower together. Grabbing our favorite bottles of shampoo, we soak our hair through and lather up really well. With our backs to the showerheads on either side of the shower, we face each other and rinse the soap from our hair. Madison grins, and after she has her hair rinsed, she steps in close to me, and pulls me into a kiss.
While we struggle to locate a bottle of body wash without breaking our mouths apart, we end up sending all of the bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash crashing into the bottom of the shower. Madison laughs against my mouth, and instead of releasing me, so we can clean up our mess, she slips a hand between my thighs.
I gasp, and thrust against her hand. I pat the inside of her thigh, making her open her thighs some, and I enter her arousal slicked center, rubbing over her clit and pressing deep inside her. Madison moans and we bend our heads into each other’s necks, kissing and sucking each other’s necks and shoulders, but mostly just trying to muffle our sounds.
I cum first, and immediately drop to my knees to finish my wife with my mouth. She grips my head firmly and thrusts against me, panting, and gasping. She releases a loud moan and slams a hand against the shower wall. I smile against the center of her warmth, and kiss a trail up her stomach and between her breasts. After sharing a quick kiss, we put the shower back together and wash our bodies.
Jaime is laying on the lounge chair with a towel wrapped around her. She promptly stands with an adorable smile, and without saying anything, she goes into the bathroom to get her shower.
Madison is just slipping into a pair of panties, when there’s a quick knock on the bedroom door, just before it opens a few inches. Symone peeks in, and curses, saying, “shit, sorry”, and starts to close the door.
“You can come in.”
I look at Madison shocked, because I’m still naked, and she’s topless. She grins and turns her back towards the door as she starts to slip into a bra. I quickly bend down to grab my towel, just as Symone walks in and closes the door.
