The Extended Family - Book 3

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2007-2025 by Robert Wolf

Chapter 41 - Keep the Home-Fires Burning

Logan Price birthed at ten-thirty on a Wednesday morning. Karen was stressed out and having labor pains for over a day before the delivery. I had been doing all I could to relieve her of the pain and to ease having the baby, mostly back rubs and massages.

One room in the house had changed from the guest room to the nursery. Karen, Lynn, and Chris had fun redecorating the room. I insisted on paying for any changes and for any furnishings that were baby related. They let me have that small victory.

Karen had thought about hyphenating the last name with mine, but ‘Rice-Price’ or ‘Price-Rice’ just didn’t sound right. I pointed out that the word ‘Rice’, my last name, was already included in her last name, ‘Price’, and that ended that consideration.

The name Logan Price was mostly Karen’s decision. I think I had veto power, but I didn’t say anything. I rather liked the name. I didn’t think our child would grow up with gender-identity issues because his name sounded pretty masculine to me, plus there were many options for nicknames.

Karen spent two nights in the hospital and came home Friday afternoon. Lynn and I picked up Karen and the baby at the hospital. The extra day in the hospital had given Karen a chance to recover a bit from the delivery and to get some needed sleep since the nurses took care of the baby at night.

I liked the expression to ‘keep the home-fires burning’. I found it came from a song during World War I. I tried to make the house the place of peace and love for mother and baby.

I was rapidly introduced to the wonder of breast feeding. Karen had gone from a C+ cup to a DD, as her lactation machinery matured ready to deliver the goods. Logan was a good eater, and chowed down on mom’s milk every three or four hours - around the clock. Karen didn’t want to use formula until after the twelfth week based on something she read.

Consequently, it was not unusual to see Karen anywhere in the house with Logan hanging off one breast or the other. I complimented her on her mammaries and offered to massage them as needed. I was informed that they were for my son and not for me.

‘My son’. I had a son. I had two daughters in their thirties and a new born son. I felt on cloud nine. Every day I was taking pictures of Logan in various settings. I’d had a moribund Facebook account that now became the repository for the best shot each day. I recounted the latest developmental accomplishment, too.

Unlike my uncommunicative period with my daughters, I called them daily to recount some minor accomplishment by or with Logan. I think I’d gone to the other extreme and was over-communicating. They were happy for me, however.

Despite having a nursery, the baby slept in the master bedroom with the four of us adults at night. Somehow, Karen always heard the first little cooing or burbling sounds Logan made and was up and responding before any of the rest of us woke up. I felt guilty for not being able to help with the middle of the night feedings, but Karen promised I’d have a chance after two or three months.

I was more aware of Karen and Chris being around during the day than I had when the house was just Chris and me. I tried to maintain a fairly full work day after I would come back from the beach and my morning meditation sessions.

For an increasing number of mornings, Karen started to come to the beach with me, usually bringing Logan. We’d each have our yoga mats. Typically, she’d nurse Logan while I meditated, but more than once I found her and Logan in a meditative state as I finished my own Mindfulness.

By the baby’s arrival, I had conducted twenty intense interviews on the subject of having more than one ‘other’ while in a serious and loving relationship. As I refined my research I went back and talked to some of the people I’d first interviewed, including Marge and Janice.

Janice was also nice enough to give me an introduction to both Jared, her husband, and Toby, her other husband. I interviewed both of them by phone and got different insights from each.

The interviews taught me about a landscape for a poly relationship, much of which I’d discovered on my own.

Everybody I interviewed talked about their inadequacy to accomplish what they wanted with the others they loved. There wasn’t enough time, or distance frustrated their ability to be together as much as they wanted, or they weren’t able to devote sufficient attention to all the people they loved.

I had dealt with each of those three issues with every one of the women I loved. Somehow, I resigned myself to the inadequacies in each area and had just moved on.

Many of my interviewees also raised the issue of jealousy. While we’d all learned about compersion, it was easier for many to comment on the new way of thinking rather to actually have their thinking (or that of one of the other parties in the complex relationship) adopt that point of view.

There was a list of other ‘issues’, too; areas that bothered or were a source of friction in a relationship with ‘Others’. They included the financial side of things, living together or not, dating still others, practicing safe sex, trust, fidelity, privacy, dealing with other family members, same sex problems, children and child rearing, socializing with others, dealing with traditional institutions, eventually sharing their status with parents and relatives, and more.

Several of my subjects had tried to find a counselor familiar with poly couples or groups, but often were unsuccessful. One man said, “There’s just nowhere to go to get help or answers. There’s no one-stop shop for us. We read dozens of books, and they were helpful, but weren’t quite right for us. Initially, we didn’t even have the vocabulary to be able to formulate a question that needed answering. It’s amazing that we’ve survived this long.”

I realized that there was a vast information gap for people that suddenly found themselves in some kind of ‘crazy’ relationship. I kept interviewing new subjects, each time with an expanded set of questions based on all the previous interviews. I developed a list of specific questions around each issue area, too.

Another point that raised its ugly head in a few interviews dealt with abuse and subjugation. One or more people in a complex, multi-person relationship was being taken advantage of in some way. Often that was sexually, but not always. One man complained about how his accumulated wealth was being sucked away by his love interests. He wanted to keep going but also stop the fiscal rape.

I was ill-equipped to deal with the abuse issues. I found a checklist in one book that could be used to evaluate whether you were being abused or not. I made note of that so I could refer people to it, if I saw further situations. There were also hotlines that I retained as information.

In a couple of cases, I found people that I interviewed had mastered the vocabulary around being in a polyamorous relationship - what I was calling a complex relationship. Another name for that was also a romantic network or a relationship network or a polyfamily. I couldn’t soak up this stuff fast enough. I was researching about my own lifestyle and my Extended Family.

As spring passed by and summer started, I found I needed another trip to Columbus to see Paul and his minions regarding the next book. Chris would, of course, be coming with me. With little effort we synched the trip with several other events: another appearance on the Maggie Moore Show and the graduation ceremony where Holly and Sarah would get their master’s degrees.

Chris and I made the two-leg flight to Columbus and arrived midday on Monday. We checked in with Paul and spent the afternoon there. I was mostly with a man and woman in the planning department discussing the book ‘Others’ and how it would fit in with my prior books on Polyamory and Relationships.

I had come armed with my laptop and my ever-changing but developing outline for the book and also my current survey instrument. I ended up sharing a few of the stories that I’d collected during the interviews I’d done with Cindy, my daughter, and Janice, the woman from the St. Louis bookstore. I also had a load of statistics about marriages and relationships that had come out of academia since my last book.

I hadn’t known it at the time, but Phil and Angie were pre-screening the book to see whether the publishing house might want it in their roster of books for the coming year. I passed their test and they encouraged me to continue.

Paul met with me and happily presented me with a check from the past quarter’s royalties for the Relationships book. I was amazed at the amount, and he claimed it was due to the time I spent traveling around the country and appearing on various ‘local’ TV shows, plus all the controversy the evangelicals raised and then my ‘mugging’. The check was well into six figures. He also told me that the books had gone to a sixteenth printing to replenish the supply chain.

While I worked on my laptop in a conference room, I also watched the afternoon Moore for You show starring Maggie Moore. I felt honored that she said a few words about my appearance the next day on her show. I could tell that she liked me from the way she talked.

I told Maggie a little later what I’d discerned about our relationship about five hours later between kisses as I sawed my stony cock in and out of the star’s fuzzy pussy. I’d already eaten the TV personality to three orgasms when our mini-orgy had started at Paul’s house after an informal dinner.

Next to us, Joel, Marge’s erstwhile boyfriend, was balls deep in Paul’s wife Eleanor as she moaned from one peak to the next in the orgasm filled tryst. On the other sofa Paul was similarly engaged with Chris, leaving Gary - Maggie’s husband, and Marge to complete the quartet of couples enjoying group sex on a Monday evening.

I wasn’t one to hold back, in part because increasingly at my age it took me a long time to work up to my own orgasm. That night was no exception. I was aware of several others having their climaxes, and bringing their coupling to a stupendous and temporary end.

Maggie and I had changed positions a couple of times. I’d gotten behind her in the spoon position and held one of her legs up, so her pussy area was spread open and highly visible to the others in the room. I couldn’t help but note that Gary seemed to really get turned on watching my cock seesaw into his celebrity wife.

I did cum, and Maggie came along with me. I detonated like a stick of dynamite, and knew that she could feel every one of my cum shots into her body. In turn, I could feel her vagina spasming around my cock from her own orgasm. Wow! This was sex at its best.

I rolled Maggie into my arms and we kissed passionately as our sex organs finished their peaks and tried to return to a quiet normal. She was quite a hot dish of femininity.

I repeated the event about an hour later with Eleanor. One should always thank the hostess of the house in some significant way before leaving a party, even one hastily put together at the last moment.

Eleanor liked me, too; and she showed that by also wrapping her hot mature body around my frame and fucking the bejesus out of me. Where I got the body fluids to again fill a pussy to the brim with my appreciation is beyond me, but I did.

Being a worknight, the party sort of broke up after that. Chris and I were staying over instead of returning to our hotel. Marge was also staying since she’d left her car at work and come home with Paul.

The result was that Maggie and Gary left, along with Joel. I’d see Maggie the next day. Joel had a breakfast meeting about his Internet business and wanted to be fresh.

The further result was that Chris slept with Paul and Eleanor, fucking them both to within an inch of the morning. Marge and I also made use of the late hours.

I was up early and meditating in the nude on Paul’s patio when Eleanor came out and greeted me. She was also deliciously naked. I got a kiss and she made a few strategic touches to my body that hardened my cock and then she straddled me, not so much to fuck but just to be sexually connected. “Thank you for last night … and for sharing yourself and Chris with us. We love you both.”

I smiled, “You’re part of my Extended Family.” I surged my lower body into hers to cement the connection a little better and to drive the point home. The thrust was especially arousing to both of us.

Eleanor kissed me and said, “I’m grateful for that. I expect that as time passes, you're going to have relatives or cousins in your Extended Family from coast to coast. I just want full privileges, and I’m sure Paul feels the same way.”

“You should come to Sarasota and meet the rest of the core family. Bring Marge, Maggie, and everybody. I should warn at this stage that those that stay at the house will be serenaded by Logan from time to time, even in the middle of the night.”

Eleanor laughed. “I wouldn’t mind, but Paul might. I think Marjorie is going to want a baby sometime soon. I won’t mind, but Paul will have to think about that for a bit. You could do the deed for her, too, you know.”

“I wouldn’t want to rob Paul of having a ‘late in life’ baby. It does change your outlook and make you feel younger.”

“What do your daughters think about Logan?”

“They haven’t met him yet, except in our video calls with them. They’re happy to have a new half-brother, and they also think I’m a little crazy. They know the love I have for Karen, so they don’t see things as a mistake or frivolous, just that they wish I were younger.”

Eleanor grinned, “I guess if Paul or you got Marge pregnant, I’d feel more grandmother-ish than aunty. At this stage, I’d feel glad that I could hand junior back to somebody when I’m tired of playing with him.”

I nodded, “Yes, I do have that feeling a bit. There are usually so many welcoming arms around our house that I seldom have a problem when I don’t want to deal with a dirty diaper or something.”

Marge came out of the house, also deliciously naked. She stretched, waved to us, and then dove into the pool. She did about fifty laps and then got out. Eleanor and I got into seriously fucking after I thrust into her mature body a few more times. Neither of us lasted too long. She warned of her first orgasm of the day, and I just went along with it as her vagina started to spasm around my cock like a hand wearing a velvet glove.

Marge never broke her pace as she swam despite the little sex show that Eleanor and I put on for her. Eventually, Eleanor and I also got into the pool but didn’t get in Marge’s lane. We washed off our sweat and the new sexual juices we’d each created as we fucked.

Back in the house, I shaved and showered. Chris had a morning interlude with Paul, and was happy and sexually sated. We collected our things and headed to the hotel. We were coming back for another overnight that evening.

My appearance on the Maggie Moore Show was ‘homey’, if I had to sum it up in one word. I did get to plug my books, but we chatted about relationships overall and some of the surprising statistics around them. Maggie actually took notes as I talked on the show and then summarized what I said into seven points for her audience.

1. About 20% of men cheat and 15% of women at any one time. Men are more prone to do that later in life, and women in their younger years. The fifties are the danger age for either group.

2. About two-thirds of affairs start with close friends or coworkers.

3. About 70% of Americans have cheated during their marriage(s)

4. Well over half of men and women would cheat right this moment if they had the opportunity and were sure of not getting caught.

5. About two-thirds of marriages where cheating occurs will end. People under 30 or over 70 are less likely to divorce after an affair.

6. There’s some weight to the adage once a cheater always a cheater.

7. The incidence of cheating among unmarried couples is twice or more than for married couples.

In the audience Q&A period one woman asked me about the signs to identify cheating. I shrugged. “The ones I recall from my research involve a drop off in communications, avoiding contact, change in the sex a couple has, and changes in appearance or hobbies. I’m sure there are others, but those were what was emphasized in my research.”

I held my hand up and Maggie let me continue. “I want to take this interview to the more positive side of things - where couples stay together. At the opposite end to the cheating episodes are open marriages. In one of those, you’d go have your affair and either share that news or not based on the agreed rules you’ve made with your partner. There is a lot less acrimony and discord that way.

“You and your partner might bring the third party into the relationship. Those situations tend to last a little longer and are more fun for all involved. There’s no guilt and the openness can strengthen an overall relationship. Unfortunately, I don’t have statistics to toss out on those cases, only the overall situation that about three to five percent of people in this country live in something close to that.”

Maggie reminded the audience that I was an expert at relationships and people living together, not getting themselves in trouble by cheating. She emphasized that I lived in a polyamorous relationship with the relationships being ‘open’. She turned to me and innocently asked, “Do you exercise the ‘open’ part of things in your relationships?”

I smiled politely and said, “Yes, but there are caveats and conditions that could be discussed about that.”

“Do your partners know what goes on?” Maggie probed. I knew that she knew the answers to these questions, but I played along.

“Always, although not always beforehand.”

“What are some of your’ conditions’?”

I smiled for the TV camera that came in close for my response. “These are fuzzy areas, but let me try. First, I’m not going into the relationship only for the sex. I want somethings deeper; I want to feel a connection in mind, body, and spirit. I want to feel a resonance with the person - some chemistry.

“I also want there to be the potential for a long-term relationship - a long-term, loving relationship. My new partner or partners should also be someone that would fit in my overall Extended Family. I’m using that term more and more these days. My Extended Family is also my intentional family - the one made up of people I love and who love me.” I turned to Maggie.

Maggie announced to the TV audience, “I’m pleased to feel that I’m a member of Jim’s Extended Family. We live geographically separated, but the other conditions are there.”

We reached next to each other and touched hands as the audience gave a little gasp of approval. I was surprised she went public the way she had.

There was a commercial break. After Maggie was sure the break started, she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. The studio audience roared with laughter and approval. I blushed. After the break, Maggie introduced a duet with a country couple singing a song they wrote. I liked it and was glad they got to sit with us and chat about their getting started on the country music charts.

Several hours later, I was again balls deep in Maggie. I swear I was getting stronger, with greater endurance in my lovemaking. I attributed part of that to my Krav Maga classes and the new discipline in my life that came from my practicing martial arts.

After I’d made love with Maggie, I found Marge was needy for my attention. We coupled our bodies together after some foreplay, and then she kissed me in a highly romantic manner. She whispered, “Jim, I really love you. I hope we get to spend more time together as we continue on this life journey.”

I agreed with her, and we found a position where we could both move in and out of each other’s body. I had the feeling that Marge’s declaration of love had something else attached to it that I wasn’t sensing.

“Marge, we’ve told each other of our love before, but this felt different. Why?”

She smiled, “Because I’m pregnant, and very happy about it.”

“And …?” I posed.

“You’re likely the father, but that’s not any reason for concern from you. I did not set out to be this way as some kind entrapment. I am this way because I love you. Paul knows, and he’s happy. He’s also a potential daddy, but will be happy not to push the issue. He’s being very supportive.”

I nodded, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be with junior. If you want me to be a major player, you might think about moving to Florida.”

“Not for now. I like it here and I love my job. For now, please just take this as a simple piece of information - part of our life adventure. There’s no need for action on your part. I’m not asking for anything and I don’t plan to. I know that Karen just had a baby by you. I think that’s great. I’d love to meet her sometime soon and compare notes.”

“Then you should plan to come to Sarasota sometime soon. She’s taken a leave of absence from work until the end of next month, so is very focused on mothering. I’m sure she’d love the company, particularly from somebody in your condition. I assume you’re getting medical care?”

“The best, and it’s covered by the company’s health plan, so don’t worry. I’ll make a visit soon. I’ll call her tomorrow.”

Our lovemaking took on a new fervor from that point on. We were closer and more in love, almost automatically. Later, I found that she likely got pregnant during one of our two-week trips together promoting the Relationships book.

Chapter 42 - In-depth Interviews

Chris and I arrived in St. Louis on the second leg of our flight - Columbus to Chicago, and Chicago to St. Louis. Even though my daughters were in Chicago, I didn’t contact them that day. This was just a change-of-planes event.

One of the women that I’d first conducted an interview with, Janice Rogers, met us at the airport. I had done two follow-up interviews with her using a video computer link in the weeks previous.

During this visit, we’d also set up long interviews with the other three people in her core foursome - her husband Jared, her lover Toby, and his wife Ann. We were also meeting what they called their ‘OSO’s’ - Other Significant Others. This would give us a deep look into the complexities of their foursome and the four other people they each connected to. As I prepared to write the book ‘Others’, I couldn’t begin to think of a more perfect example than this Extended Family.

We weren’t showing up cold for Jared, Toby, and Ann. Chris and I had one-hour video calls with each of them to explain about our research and to get them thinking about the ‘meta-data’ regarding their relationship matrix. The pre-interview was unique and would help us get some of their deeper thinking about their group, how it started, how it functioned, and the emotions it evoked.

Also, during the previous months I had taught Chris my interviewing approach and style. She’d done a couple of dozen interviews with me and then done some on her own. She was ready to do some more independent interviews, and this trip would afford her the opportunity. Paul Davies had volunteered her time when we approached him with the idea.

During my last talk with Janice, she again expressed her interest in being with me physically during our visit. I was flattered. She was pretty and vivacious, and I intrinsically knew she’d be a good sex partner. She assured me that this was congruent with the actions and desires of her overall family. She just laughed when I mentioned that Chris would be with me, and assured me that she’d be well taken care of if she was willing to also play with her group.

The foursome we were visiting lived in a surprisingly large house west of the city on three or four partially wooded acres on the north side of the Mississippi River. The house was a sprawling ‘L’ shaped home with eight bedrooms and a four-car garage.

Janice gave us a tour of the home and we based ourselves in one of the bedrooms over the garage. The house was quiet at that time of day: the others were at work and the children in school. She explained, “The four of us all have good jobs. None of us alone, even as a couple, could afford this home, but the four of us together have tremendous buying power. The house is one example.”

Janice explained further, “This is my day to be home when the kids get out of school. We prefer to have one of the adults present. They’re all old enough to fend for themselves, but we want them to have an adult resource available just in case.”

About three-thirty, the four children came up the long driveway together from being dropped off by a school bus. They instantly accepted that the parents had guests and we met the two girls and two boys belonging to the foursome. Janice had pointed out that the girls and boys each had a shared room with their same-sex ‘sibling’. They all disappeared to change clothes and do what eleven- to eighteen-year-old kids do.

Ann was the next adult home about an hour later. She was bursting with enthusiasm to meet us and to have her interview. Her eyes glowed when she met me, obviously impressed to be meeting a noted author. I was a bit embarrassed by the adoration. That said, she latched onto Chris as though she’d found her new best friend for life. The two of them bonded instantly.

Toby and Jared showed up at home from their jobs only minutes apart. They went out of their way to interact with the kids after greeting us, and then changed into athletic shorts and t-shirts. After an offer was made, Chris and I did the same. The rest of the evening appeared pretty normal: cocktails, dinner, help kids with homework, chat a bit and then prepare for bed.

The kids seemed to vanish completely about eight-thirty. Jared told me, “They assume we’re going to have a sexual evening with our new friends. They’re being polite and giving us space, but one or two of the older ones might peek later if they’re overly curious.”

I smiled, “I like the idea of a sexual evening, if guests are allowed to vote.”

Jared and Toby laughed, “They are, of course. Janice told us that you were hers, at least for the start of the evening, so don’t hold back. She’s been horny for you since she met you a few months ago.”

I got tapped on the shoulder and turned. Janice was close; inside my personal space. Before I could think of something witty to say, she kissed me. That kiss morphed into some passionate making out as the men moved over to Chris. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ann and her engage with Jared and Toby, even moving between the two men.

Our three-couple orgy took place right in the living room. I was surprised, given the likelihood that any of the children might have decided to return to the kitchen or just to see what else was going on in the house. Janice told me not to worry, so I didn’t. I’d probe on that data point the next day when we continued our interviews. Maybe I’d also learn some secret for dealing with Logan when he got older.

Janice was an auburn-haired beauty, probably with Irish roots. She was thin, but not anorexic. Like several others I knew, her breasts were an exception to her trim body. She put my hand on her breasts and I felt her arousal through her t-shirt. This girl was packing. She kissed me again, and said, “I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you in that bookstore. I invoked the Law of Attraction and here you are for me. Make love to me and let me love you.”

Janice and I were naked in a surprisingly short time and back in each other’s arms. Her body was warm as she let me enfold her in my arms. As we cuddled, I felt her erect nipples etching into my chest. A little lower down our bodies, my shaft had hardened, and she took hold and tucked it between her legs. I felt her wiry pubic hair and found it arousing.

There was a moan from the other side of the room. I glanced over. The other four were naked, too. Chris was spread-eagled on one of the sofas with arms and legs akimbo. Jared was kissing her with obvious passion and massaging her breasts with one hand. Both Ann and Toby had just started ministering to her pussy and clit with hands and mouths.

I turned back to Janice. She was smiling. “They’ll take good care of her. I’m so glad that she’s willing to engage sexually with us. We like you both and want you in our Extended Family.”

I teased, “Maybe we’re annexing all of you into OUR Extended Family. Perhaps we’re the advance scouting party, collecting recruits wherever we go. Perhaps this is the initiation ceremony.”

“If that’s the case, sign us up,” she replied with a laugh and a shimmy of her upper body that continued for a few seconds after she stopped.

There was a large ottoman in the room and I maneuvered Janice so she lay on it. I put her legs over my shoulders and wagged my tongue at her through a silly grin that made her laugh. Two seconds later, my tongue made contact with her delicious cunt. Yes, Janice had been expecting me and she’d flooded the area with her tasty lady wetness and her attracting aromas. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Our lovemaking was intense, and I could tell that this was Janice’s style. Apparently, the others in the complex relationship with her were the same. Chris was getting a workout from Toby. He seemed strong with lots of stamina, and he also liked periods of speed fucking. Chris kept having orgasms. For that matter, so did Janice.

Eventually, I warned of my imminent climax. Janice kissed me harder and said, “I want it all inside me.” That’s what she got a minute later. She came, too, as we did more of the epic kisses I enjoyed so much.

I’m a person that craves skin contact, and right after my own climax I pulled Janice to me to maximize that touching. She liked that and cuddled right into me and we kissed some more. We were good together.

She jerked at one point and looked down. She said, “Oh, Ann usually does that, but I see Chris likes to do clean up, too.” My lover was between Janice’s legs gathering all she could into her mouth. She came up and kissed Janice and shared the splooge with her. Janice didn’t recoil at all. Later, she told us that she and Ann did that all the time to each other.

Ann came over and joined us, followed by Jared and Toby. They watched and then Janice and Chris separated from me. Chris went with Jared, and Ann lay down beside me on the sofa, pushing her naked body against mine to be sure I got the message that she wanted skin contact, too.

I glanced back as Toby started to mate with Jared’s wife, and reassured myself that they were making no big deal that I’d just made love to her.

Instead, I got busy with Ann. She was a short brunette with a cheerleader body and personality. We’d chatted earlier and, of course, I’d done my pre-interview with her over a Zoom video call.

Ann whispered to me, “I can’t wait to tell you the real scoop about our foursome and our four OSO’s - other significant others. The truth is that we all like to fuck ALL the time. That’s the glue that holds us all together. Having you here - some new cock - is fabulous. More fucking is always good.”

I teased, “Oh, damn. I thought you’d all share a common hobby like skydiving or quilting.”

“Oh, the first one sounds like fun. I’d do that. I want to fuck again … now … with you …. OH, that’s very satisfying, too. I’ve sort of had that hobby for a while.” I wedged my hardness into her wet slit. I realized I was getting sloppy seconds from her mating with Jared earlier. Truth be told, I didn’t care.

After we got started, I excited her further by extracting fully from inside her and then thrusting back into her wet warmth. Her pussy was a sodden mess and she loved it. I loved it. I think that Ann had an orgasm every minute or two as I continued my strong penetrations of her body. She kept moaning my name and other incantations to the God of Sex. In her mind, I became one and the same.

After a few minutes of that, I pulled Ann around on top of me so she could post and pleasure herself in her own way. I also got to suck on her breasts when she’d lean forward and put one into my eager mouth. We were kissing a lot, too.

After a few minutes during which I heard others in the room have their orgasms, Janice came over and stood over Ann and me on the sofa. Ann looked up and Janice carefully placed her drippy cunt right onto Ann’s mouth. Ann went to town sucking up Toby’s ejaculation into her best friend’s pussy. She was especially wet, too, and those juices got added to the mix around our wet fuck.

With a devilish look on her face, Ann collected a large amount of the potent semen and even smeared some around her face. She then leaned down to kiss me. I knew she was attempting to get me squicked out about the cum and it not being my own, but I had passed that portal a long time ago. I French kissed her and even lapped at some of the cum on her face.

Ann teased, “Boo - hiss. I thought you’d be shocked and disgusted.”

I chuckled, “Not me. We play similar games in our own family. I’m beginning to see lots of parallels. We’d all get along famously.”

“I figured that to be the case when Chris ate Jared’s cum from my pussy. She didn’t even hesitate or make a big deal of it. Later, she kissed you and you didn’t react either even though I know you’d watched her.”

We played further, and I discovered that Ann was a student of dirty talk. She prattled on about every aspect of sex, fucking, sucking, cocks, and cunts she could think of. She was exciting and I did respond.

I painted Ann’s insides with a heavy dose of Jim Rice’s Special Blend of Potent Body Fluids. Janice had hung around and cleaned off my cock and then cleaned up her female paramour’s pussy.

As she did, I got a better idea of what would happen the next day as Ann launched into another monologue of dirty talk. Apparently, the four OSO’s or other significant others were also going to come over to join in creating a ten-person orgy - five men and five women. The women would be Janice and Ann, Jared and Toby’s OSO’s Rene Ossoff and Bridget Ester, and, of course, Chris. The men would include Jared and Toby, and then Janice and Ann’s OSO’s, Matt and Aaron. I was the fifth male. Fucking was to be the primary activity. Ann wanted a turn on every cock.

I realized that I liked this group of swingers. Since I was going to fuck around with these other people, and even within this group with Janice and Ann, I didn’t have the depth of relationship with any of them to justify calling our mating anything other than sport fucking or swinging.

Chris and I went to bed without much comment after some showers. We’d both had a ‘hot’ evening with our hosts.

I was up early and did my morning meditation on the back patio belonging to the large home. I tried to keep out the lusty thoughts remaining from the night before, and was mostly successful. If there was a message from the Universe about the day, I was to be friendly and cordial to everyone; to be inclusive and welcoming.

As I stood to return to the house, I found a pretty teen dressed in jeans and a colorful t-shirt standing silently watching me. She looked like a young version of Janice. She said, “You are really good at being mindful. I’m still learning that.”

I nodded, “Yes. I’ve been doing this for over a decade, so I’ve had lots of practice. I always listen for the positive messages from the Universe. You are …?”

“I’m Amber, and I listen, too.” The teen paused and said, “You adults all had fun last night, didn’t you? I watched for a few minutes. Someday soon I’ll be old enough to participate; at least I hope they’ll allow me to participate. I know they’re all worried about incest, but I’m not concerned. I just want to have what the adults have; what you had with everyone, including my mother.”

I smiled, “Sex is never an emergency, and don’t rush too fast into that realm. It seems simple, but all that stuff carries a lot of emotions and complexities to it that are hidden and often tough to deal with, even for older adults. I know I did a lot of research on the subject and have written books about it.”

“You didn’t tell me not to do it. That was good of you.”

“The decision is yours, like so many others that you’ll face as a new adult. I wouldn’t pretend to know all the factors that weigh in your decisions. Don’t be afraid to seek help when the time comes. While the decision is yours, others can be helpful in opening your viewpoint about all the implications and so forth.”

“Thank you.” The teen bumped fists with me and left. She herded her brothers and sister out the door for the school bus.

Ann was my host that day. She told me that she wanted some more time to make love and mess around, but she understood the importance of doing the in-depth interviews.

After breakfast, the two of us took cups of coffee and sat outside at the start of what promised to be a warm day. I refreshed our discussion about the purpose of the interviews, and how I thought we’d proceed for the next few hours. She nodded and so we started.

Ann had a bluntness to her answers that might be considered refreshing. Where I expected some equivocation, she thought carefully about her answer and then gave it to me without qualification. Occasionally, I thought she was aiming for shock value, but I’ve become good at not betraying that response even if I feel it inside.

Ann’s comments the night before about sex being the glue that held the group together came up again. I raised it. She admitted to teasing me, but did emphasize the importance it played in the foursome and with their OSO’s.

She laughed at one point, “Years ago as the four of us defined the group and our rules, I think I was the first one that recommended we make all our relationships wide open so we could also be accepting of significant others outside of the foursome. Nobody argued with that suggestion. Now, I can continue to be a slut but I won’t’ get in trouble with the others. Heck, they’re all doing it, too.”

I asked, “Do you bring home the details about what happens outside the foursome?”

Ann nodded, “In general, no; but we let the others know that something happened in some subtle way. I’m the most vocal in the group, so I’ll share intimate details with my lovers. You know, ‘Matt did this’ or ‘Matt did that’ kind of stuff.”

“Jealousy?”

Ann pondered that word. “We’re pretty much beyond that ugly emotion, but it does flare up now and again. Compersion is the usual response. Sometimes we’re competitive, but not in a dysfunctional way. We had a few jealousy issues when we started together, but those are behind us. We’re better since a lot of time has passed and everyone knows their worst fears won’t happen. Toby can get possessive occasionally, and we all just accept that and move on. He’s not the type to carry a grudge or a hurt around, so within minutes or a day, he’d back to normal. I’ll try to cuddle him and give him extra love when that happens, too.”

“What about with the others - your OSO’s?”

“Same response. As each one of us established an outside interest the others had concerns that we’d drop out of the foursome and run off with the mystery person. I had those feelings, too, especially when Toby started a romance with Bridget. In my case, I worried about replacement with a younger model. You’ll see tonight. She’s only twenty-three and built like a brick shithouse. She has the best tits of any of us and she loves to fuck and she does anal, and she loves all of us. She comes over without him, and is always hopeful for some sex with any of us - men or women. God, if I was a guy, I’d think I found the head unicorn.”

“How will Toby and you feel if she goes off with some other person not in your Extended Family?”

Ann shook her head. “Crushed. I love her. She’s taught me a lot, and I hope the feeling is mutual.”

“Might I ask what you have done to help tie her into the group more permanently?” I could tell my question provoked a thoughtful response.

Ann looked puzzled. “We can’t marry her to lock her in. I guess I can’t think of anything other than to keep providing what she seems to want from us - love and sex.”

I took that in and commented, “In one of my early interviews with Janice, she told me that the core four of you had a ceremony and even had a sympathetic minister that joined you all. Did that help bind you all together? How did you feel after that day?”

Ann broke into a large smile like she’d just seen the light. “Like I’d just married two other people beside Toby. I felt tightly bonded to them … and I see your point. We could do that with Bridget. We could give her an engagement ring and the do the whole ceremony thing. Oh, thank you. Thank you. Now we have to see whether she’ll accept.”

“While the possibility of a ‘no’ answer is there, it doesn’t sound like it. Don’t be disappointed if that’s what she says. Use that as an opportunity to find out what you could do to make the answer a ‘yes’. Remember all the things that I’ve written about internal relationship communications. Make her another insider in your group. The same can be said for Rene, Matt, and Aaron.

“The term OSO kind of sets her up outside your core group of four. I get that Rene, Matt, and Aaron might feel the same way; that they’re a bolt on to a solid core, but they’re not insiders.”

Ann got up and hugged me, and I got a really significant kiss. “You, sir, are a fucking genius. I have a new cause and that is to be sure the four of them feel included and part of our core group.”

I suggested, “You may need some new vocabulary for how to refer to everyone and to the subgroups. Instead of ‘core group’ and OSO’s, maybe you use time as the delineation: the early group and the new group, for instance, doesn’t put a value-laden word on membership. You and the others need to work that out and not just accept that as gospel. Make everyone part of the Extended Family.”

Ann said, “We want you and Chris in our group. I should tell you that Toby is in love with her and feels that Chris thinks the same way.”

I said, “Good. Woo her, but not away from us. Always think of the word ‘And’ and not ‘But’. She can belong to both groups, and then figure out how to spend her time.”

“What about you? I have very loving feelings developing about you and I know that Janice does, too. I know Bridget well enough to believe that you’ll sweep her off her feet from the time you shake hands. Rene will likely follow suit. You have your own group and we want you here, too.”

“Well, there are airplanes, you know. Before all sorts of plans are made, I think that some of you should make visits to Sarasota to visit us, or we’ll come up here so we all get to know each other. I like the idea of blending the two Extended Families together, and that also pops some ideas in my head for issues to discuss in my next book.”

I got another quick kiss on my lips from Ann. She said, “Me, too.” She went back to sit across the table from me and we continued the interview. I didn’t add any further significant ideas to the St. Louis Family, but I did learn more about how Ann and the others thought about their circle and the ‘other’ members.

Ann put out a do-it-yourself sandwich buffet. Chris had been interviewing Jared. The four of us sat and had lunch before they went off to work and others showed up for afternoon interviews.

Ann bubbled over to Jared about the idea of making their OSO’s closer to the group with rings and some kind of ceremony. Jared liked the idea and praised my contributing to their Family.

I warned him with some humor about growing his Extended Family until it got out of control, but he liked that idea and told us he had others he might like to include if circumstances permitted - both men and women.

After lunch, we used the afternoon to extensively interview Toby, and Chris did a further interview with Janice. We stopped about four-thirty, and helped our hosts prepare for a casual barbecue dinner and cocktail hour. I sat and diced a brick of cheese and set that on a platter with various crackers as some of the hors d’oeuvres. Chris worked on building a large salad.

I was told that most of the other adults would show up between five and six o’clock. The children had gotten home around three-thirty, but were mostly quiet except for their foraging for large quantities of food in the kitchen.

Other than the sexual descriptions that Ann had teased me with, I had no clear idea about what the evening would be like. I felt sure it would be sexual, but how it would unfold and who I’d be with were large unknowns.

Chapter 43 - A Small Extended Family

Just after five o’clock, Aaron showed up and we met for the first time. He taught civics in high school, and also coached the baseball team. He had that ‘jock’ appearance with a cordial personality. The baseball season was coming to an end. He rolled his eyes because his team did not have a sterling record of wins to put themselves into the state playoffs.

Rene showed up and kissed everyone, including me. She was also a breath of fresh air and spread her charms to everyone with positive results. I’d talked to her on the phone briefly to set up our interview for the next day. She was a shapely brunette with long hair that hung down almost to her thighs. She also had the face of an angel. She went and hung around closely with Jared, and the two of them were obviously intimate and wanted more of the same.

Jared worked in marketing for a large radio station in St. Louis. He’d met Rene there, and she told me the two had managed to keep a lid on their affair as far as their colleagues went. They were known as friendly but not intimate, when, in fact, they were quite ‘hot and heavy’.

Matt showed up near six o’clock. Janice was with him and gave me a wink that suggested that the two of them had some kind of romantic time together before showing up. Somehow, I knew she’d tell me later since she felt I needed to know the inner workings of their expanded Family.

Bridget’s late arrival from work at an insurance company didn’t give me much of an opportunity to size her up. She must have felt the same way, because after touching base with Toby and Jared, she then latched onto me. We’d had that superficial call to set up the interview the next day, but no chance for real conversation. To my surprise, she’d read the Polyamory and the Relationships books that I’d published. She had some very astute questions to ask about both of them. She was also the subject for my morning interview the next day.

The evening was warm and summery. Ann suggested to everyone that they have some time in the swimming pool before dinner. That idea appealed to some of the newcomers.

Despite the presence of the kids, Aaron, Rene, Ann, and Bridget stripped right down to their birthday suits like the others and went in the pool. No big deal. Chris and I joined them. Two of the kids stripped and jumped right in, too. Everyone seemed used to the nudity and nobody made a big deal of it.

One of the teens swimming with everyone was Amber. I was pleased that she graced us all with a view of her ripe teenage body. She was definitely an adult and no longer in the ‘tween’ stage. As Mel says, if the baby fat is gone, they’re fuckable.

Coming out, each swimmer just wrapped a towel around their body; the women choosing a larger towel that covered both breasts and pussy.

The adults had dinner on the patio. The kids opted for dinner in front of the TV while a movie they’d seen a dozen times played. The two older kids were into their cellphones and sat at the kitchen counter. I could also tell that they were sizing up the new visitors to their Family, meaning Chris and me.

I learned more about Bridget since she sat across from me during the meal. Beside sharing information about herself, she also kept teasing me by undoing her swim towel so I could see her near perfect breasts and then retying the material, usually so just the tops of her areolas showed. Yes, she had an effect on me and she knew it because more than once, I got a coy smile from her.

Bridget had gone to the University of Missouri in St. Louis. She lived at home for the first two years of her education, and then got a place of her own with a best friend. Shortly after graduation, she’d met Toby and the attraction was undeniable. She’d taken a job in the city so that she could be close to her lover. Thus, here she was and had been around for the past three years or so. I admired how she fit into the Family and how they welcomed her.

After dinner, a few people focused on cleaning up the kitchen and food, and the other parent-type Family members marshalled the kids to their bedrooms and bedtime. They weren’t necessarily sent to sleep, so they could continue to watch TV in their rooms or use their cellphones, but mostly reading was encouraged. I learned that each youth always had a book they were reading for pleasure. The two older children came and wished us good night. Amber made sure to pass close to me still barely wrapped in her pool towel and gave me a knowing wink. She even raised her towel slightly so I got an intentional flash of her pussy. God, what a temptress.

As the adult group reconvened on the patio after the various chores, it was dusk and the towels were tossed aside. Bridget cuddled up to me and unwrapped the towel around my waist. She smiled and said, “I need access to the parts of you that are going to pleasure me tonight and in the future.”

I grinned. “I’m kind of an old guy relative to your age.”

“Phiffft,” she hissed. “Doesn’t concern me. I like you and I like the way you think and what you thing about. I assume that what you write about including the positive spin you put on group sex and group living has something to do with how you think. We think alike, only I am your humble and devoted acolyte and disciple. Tonight, I sit at the feet of a great guru to allow your wisdom to wash over me, hoping enough remains so that I may instruct others in your principles and ways in life.” Her smile broke into a smirk.

I shook my head and laughed. “I see you can sling the bullshit like the best of them.”

Bridget laughed, “Of course. I have to with this crowd. We tease each other a lot, although I wasn’t teasing all that much. I do like your philosophy; it comes through in your writing; and I do think we’re like-minded souls.”

Bridget sat down in my lap. I did not have a raging erection that was trying to reach the moon, but having this hot young and naked woman in my lap certainly got my attention. I was sure she could feel my increasing arousal, and I was enjoying the skin-on-skin contact very much.

Bridget kissed me very tenderly several times and I kissed back. At one point, she teased my tongue from my mouth and we had a tongue kiss between our nude bodies. It was wet and sexy, and my sexual response shifted into high gear.

She paused and took my hand and pulled me up, “Come with me. I want to swim again, and then we can be together some more - a lot more.”

Naked, the two of walked down the steps into the pool and then swam next to each other to the deep end and back a few times. As we neared the shallow end after a slow lap, Bridget stopped me and flowed into my arms, pushing her sexy body against me. We kissed and then did a lot more of that, being exceptionally creative with tongue, fingers, hands, and arms.