Felicity Ch. 34

"What are you going to do?"

"Work on the garden and watch a ball game that starts at three thirty."

She smiled and kissed me then went to change. I fixed her an ice chest of Dr. Peppers, bottled water, and Mounds Candy bars, our favorite. I also put her Midol in the plastic zip bag with the candy.

I knew what to expect in Jana's yard but was still stunned by the number and quality of the naked women there. Edie was there and I told her that Allen did not deserve a woman like her.

"He knows that," she giggled and kissed me.

Jana and Inga were spectacular and so was Shirley. They kissed me. Petra and Sally devoured me.

I began to get an erection so I handed Ruthie's sunscreen to Petra, kissed both and walked home.

Carly was naked in her back porch putting on sunscreen as I walked through her yard.

"Is Ruthie in her period?" she asked.

"Yes she is, started this morning. She needs sun she said."

"Yeah, that's true for most of us. I just got through mine last week and my pussy is now edible. Go ahead, taste it."

I felt it would be impolite not to do so.

I kissed her pussy long enough for her to have a small orgasm. She jumped into my arms and gave me a long deep kiss. As she slid down my body she pressed her pussy to my erection and said, "I will ask Ruthie if we can," kissed me again and walked towards Jana's.

I went home and enjoyed the sight of all the naked women going by. All kissed me and all squeezed my cock. Some slid my cock into them. Some took a couple of strokes. Helen took more than a couple and had an orgasm

"Did you cum?" she asked.

"No."

"Good, its not a fuck unless you do," she said.

"I will ask Ruthie for permission to fuck when I see her," she kissed me again and got up. Leigh was with us and she said the same as she slid my cock in and out of her.

I loved my neighbors.

Ruthie gave permission to fuck me to Petra, Sally, Carly, Edie, Helen and Leigh but only for the duration of her period. I was very grateful when her period ended, the others were killing me.

Over the six weeks after Vegas we had many visitors to our home but people knew we were now back at work readying for the west coast tour so only our Moms would visit unannounced. We did not mind since they usually cooked for us.

Our rehearsals went well but we noticed Ruthie would sing some songs differently at times, evidence that Melody was gone for good. Two of those songs were much better the new way and we arranged them as new versions for the show. The audiences would have several new songs to hear.

Our fucks became morning and evening affairs, with the occasional sound booth escapade. Ruthie had quarantined me from others so all of my fucks were with my wife.

Petra needed us one Saturday morning but mostly she needed Ruthie not me, Sally was at her shop. Apparently Petra had awakened late and they had not had their lovemaking before Sally had to go to work leaving Petra unfulfilled. Ruthie did a fine job of that as I prepared breakfast for us.

Both stayed nude until it was time for Sally to close up shop at eleven that morning and we drove Petra there. I got my usual wild kiss and dry hump and Sally got her usual butt slaps. All of us loved that.

Ruthie and I did some grocery shopping then walked over to Martina's that afternoon. As Ruthie caught up with gossip I had a heart to heart with AR.

He was beginning to suspect that he was not very good at baseball. I reminded him that his hands were going to get much bigger and his shoulders much wider and convinced him to wait until he was fourteen to decide. I told him I was eighteen before I decided I preferred the music world to baseball.

I did not confess I had also realized I was not good enough at it. I did suspect that AR was going to be a small guy; His father was tallish but slim. His mother was diminutive and slim. He looked like his mother.

During that afternoon Ruthie and I got a chance to flirt with Paloma. As usual my cock stirred when we kissed. As usual she pressed her body to it when it got hard.

I noticed Ruthie could not keep her hands off Paloma's ass. I also noted that apparently the only other person to feel her sexual presence was Martina. She kissed Paloma often.

At home that afternoon Ruthie and I wondered if Paloma could turn on her sexiness at will or simply reacted for people she sensed wanted her. I again had to correct Ruthie by stating Paloma was not a witch but an enchantress.

We had lived in our house six weeks and were both very happy with it. I had redesigned the back yard garden twice, which was fun for me. Ruthie was busy with Edie writing songs and Allen was busy completing paintings for Marie's gallery, he was very talented.

My yard kept me from being bored.

The garden and the occasional sudden appearances of a naked wife as I wrestled a shrub into the ground were entertaining enough.

Our wildlife friends, deer Bobbi and Magee, and raccoon Celia never learned the way to the new house; either that or they did not like us that well in the first place Ruthie had said.

I assured her that their routine was set in their brain and they were not equipped to learn the detour.

I had the cattle guard removed and re-installed the section of the fence but placed a doggy door on one corner, just in case.

Apparently a skunk and her two kits were either accidentally fenced in or got through the doggy door and joined us. Luckily they loved Ruthie and me from the beginning and we ended up hand feeding them too. Ruthie adored them.

Skunks apparently love grapes so we knocked them out with a little potion inside then took them to the vet and she gave them shots against rabies and feline distemper. She also removed their scent glands.

I bought a small doghouse and we put the very groggy family in it to recover. They decided they liked their house and the easy food so they stayed with us.

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James, the previous owner of our house had told Ruthie to feed wild animals only at random times, never two days in a row and to feed them at least once every ten days. That would keep them coming back but would not have them depend on us for food so that was what we decided to do.

Ruthie was sure the family stayed because they loved us and not because we fed them. I decided to agree with her but bought a case of cat food to be safe. Of course while we were home they never went more than two days in a row without being fed.

Ruthie loved the girls and I sort of did too but still Flower and her daughters Petunia and Daisy stunk a bit even without the scent gland. I ended up giving them baths every couple of weeks or as soon as we got back from trips. Flower tolerated it but her girls loved bubble baths.

All three also enjoyed the can of fine cat food Ruthie and I spoon fed them after their bath

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We had installed a gate between Helen's yard and ours that served as a short cut between our loops for the ladies heading towards Jana and Inga's pool.

Helen and AR visited with the skunks often. They checked up on the girls and fed them on those times we were away.

We suspected AR was feeding them a bit more often than usual and had accomplices. We have a photo of Leigh's twins each holding a baby as they fed them cat food. There was also a photo of AR putting peanut butter on a grape as Flower patiently watched.

We normally saw them only at dawn and dusk so friends trooping through our yard seldom saw them.

When we noticed that the girls were going out on their own we picked them up and took them to Wendy's pet shop, defenseless skunks don't survive long in the wild.

Helen and Leigh were there with their kids waiting for us and each grabbed one skunk and left without saying a word.

I looked at Ruthie who was wearing as fake a look of surprise as I had ever seen.

Neither of their husbands had been enthusiastic about a pet skunk when I brought it up to them. Apparently they had been overruled.

Daisy and Petunia became litter box trained 'house cats' and seldom left their homes.

Flower became a homebody often curling up with Ruthie on our lounger.

Josie and Elaine came to town for their ring ceremony and a two-week honeymoon. They had already married in New Mexico but the exchange of vows was in Felicity.

Rob walked Josie down the aisle and Marshall walked Elaine. Elaine's daughter Rhonda came with them and stayed at Holly's. Her mom Liz and Elma stayed at Wendy's.

Ruthie's Mom Maddy kept putting off her return to Toronto just as Mom had put off her trip to California. She answered each inquiry with, "Eventually, maybe next week."

Ruthie and I were sure there would be no returning home. Our Moms were obviously a couple and having our moms in town was a great gift for us; we had been without them for nearly ten years.

Rhonda never left either. Our bank needed her degree and experience; she became a vice-president in less than two years.

She and Ruthie became occasional lovers. I was in bed with them some of those times and Rhonda was sometimes allowed the use of my cock. Holly was with them on occasion but I never stayed in bed with the three of them.

Jana and Inga's pool party came around again and I had a lot of naked women in my yard. After she returned she draped herself over my body and slid my erection into her.

"And how was your day," I asked.

"Compared to the last party it was fabulous. You will need to fuck me softly tonight and for a long while. I am the mood for another scary orgasm. "Are the contractors coming tomorrow?"

"Yes, remind me to leave the gate open."

"Did you remember to tell them about Flower?"

"Yes, he did not seem too surprised, apparently many people know we have a resident skunk in our yards but he was pleased to hear she was de-skunked."

We kissed and just enjoyed our complete body contact. Once in a while she would do some light fucking but only for ten or fifteen seconds or so, just enough to maintain my erection.

Other women walked by and came over to kiss us. Several kissed and licked Ruthie's butt.

She said, "Lets close up the house and go to bed and fuck. Then lets eat the paella then make love until we have to go to work."

"Deal."

It was exactly what we did. Her otherworldly cum did not frighten her as much as before but I again released my cum into a mostly unconscious Ruthie.

She made up for that the next day.

The Saturday before we left for the west coast concert tour Petra returned to our bed. She made love to Ruthie as I prepared breakfast.

I fucked both after breakfast leaving my cum in Petra. The three of us cuddled until it was time to take Petra to Sally's.

Rob and Roger had purchased an Airbus jet that had luxury seats for forty. There were just two rows of side-by-side reclining leather seats with leg rests. There was a cargo hold towards the back that held our luggage, costumes, instruments and props. There was a full kitchen back there and we got freshly cooked food on longer flights.

Rogers's spotlights and Rob's artist merchandize were in the cargo hold.

Roger had come up with an ingenious sales plan. He had his sales people concentrate in the cities our tours would play and sent Marshal with us to install them when we got there. Holly would come with him at times.

Wendy, Mom, Maddy and Mo had purchased minority stakes in the plane too. They wanted to be sure they always had seats on the plane. It was the one and only plane of Felicity Air.

We could now fly directly from Felicity to all our concert venues except Canada. The paperwork for those permits was in the works and was expected before that tour began six weeks in the future.

The Spanish pilot Marisol and the Hungarian co-pilot Malena were women that had collided with the glass ceiling of their major airlines. They considered themselves as having landed in heaven; they loved the plane and really loved Felicity.

Both were lesbians. The pilot from Sevilla was fifty years old and was beautiful; The Hungarian was thirty and stunning. Their flight attendants were ladies that their previous airline had considered to be too old, they were in their mid forties. They were from Costa Rica and New Zealand. None of the four had met until the day they were hired.

All the members of the Melody tour loved the plane; it felt like riding in a car with friends. Friends with benefits. The Hungarian redhead had a lot of suitors.

The west coast concert trip went very well. We had three days to look around in Seattle and in fact Ruthie and I drove up Mt. Rainier, found a deserted spot and fucked there.

The Mariners ballpark was amazing even if their team was not. Edie and Allen joined us for a game. By the time the game ended we were no longer startled when trains blew their horn as they went past the park.

The concert was well received and the Janis bits went as well as they had in Vegas.

On our way to Oregon our pilot circled Mt. Rainier and Mt. Saint Helens for us. As we circled Mt. Rainier I whispered to Ruthie, "Look, you left your panties down there," and got pummeled in reward.

We flew around Mt. Hood on our landing approach. Portland was fine but we decided against going to Mt. Hood, too spooky Ruthie said. We were there just one night anyway.

San Francisco was a hoot and we ended up staying there five days. We loved Chinatown and loved the baseball park and the garlic fries. Ruthie informed me that I was taking a picture of her and her tits amid forty thousand fans in the ball park. I managed to find a place with no witnesses, probably.

Ruthie admitted that the stunt was inspired by Paula who had a whole album of such photos. I said, "I look forward to admiring them, hum, her."

My tongue slip got me pummeled.

I rented a car and drove us down Lombard Street and drove up the Napa valley and bought a gallon a very good local olive oil and a magnum of a very fine tasting Madeira. Ruthie and I fucked as we rode an aerial tram over a vineyard.

We walked around the Castro area and attended a symphony concert with Edie and Allen.

Hilary Chang was the soloist and a friend of Edie. Hilary was apparently an occasional visitor to Felicity. Ruthie gave her two passes to her second concert.

She apparently knew of the secret identity.

Ruthie's friend Paula had told us about a restaurant she and Paul had been to and suggested we stay until the upstairs opened but did not tell us why. All of us went after the Friday concert and the ladies went wild when they realized the upstairs was a party home for lesbians.

Allen and I had to insist on no company that night but both our wives managed several trysts in a corner behind our table.

Our co-pilot Malena seemed to disappear behind the throng of women surrounding her.

It was a weekend stay and Mo had joined Marie that Friday night and they did take the bartender to their room.

Our Moms took home a girl that may have been younger than Ruthie and me.

Nikki disappeared until the next morning. She was in a 'what the cat drug in' shape when she returned her mother said. Nikki claimed it had been the best night of her entire life.

We never saw Wendy or Marisol that evening. We had assumed, correctly, they were with each other.

Our Saturday concert seemed more like a college crowd. Ninety percent of Melody's concert crowds were female but this night there were a bunch of guys, maybe forty percent. Most of those guys were on dates and likely hoped the concert would be enough to get them laid that night.

Hilary came in after her appearance at that nights symphony venue. People had moved to her seats so I asked security to bring her backstage. She loved the new version of the old song and applauded with feeling.

It was time for the Janis number so Edie sat at the piano. Hilary asked me which song was she doing that night and I told her. She then stared at the lonely violin in Edie's chair and I nodded.

She was ready as Allen finished the intro and began to play the violin echoing Ruthie's singing.

She did not look back and neither did Allen or Edie. They knew who it was. Hilary stayed until Alice and Marie finished their number and left the stage as Ruthie returned. All saw the lip to lip kisses she shared with Edie and Ruthie before leaving, she had a plane to catch.

Melody did have a large gay audience but they were a separate group in the auditorium. They were the guys that sang along with the ladies.

That large gay following convinced Ruthie to suggest I see if the promoter could arrange a third concert and advertise it only on gay friendly outlets.

After he recovered his ability to speak, (he was still operating as if it was the old Melody), he had it all set up in less than an hour. The extra concert was the following Tuesday night and sold out in forty-five minutes.

We spent Sunday on a long drive that ended up at Pebble Beach for lunch then drove through the artichoke capital of the world.

We spent Monday with Edie and Allen on Fisherman's Wharf; we ate dinner at Houston's restaurant. We enjoyed the place more than we had enjoyed the Houston's in Houston, most likely because we were in San Francisco.

As expected the Tuesday concert crowd appeared to be a mostly lesbian and was a bit rowdy. Many kept shouting out "I love you, mostly to Melody. Nikki and Edie got a lot of those too. A group of older ladies shouted out their love for Alice and Marie. After a gorgeous redhead had shouted out her love to Melody she did the standard 'I love you too' line but after taking a good look at her she added, "Hopefully." The place got even wilder.

Allen was ignored.

Ruthie did four Janis encores.

We did not see the redhead on the way out. I would have allowed Ruthie to bring her with us.

We were exhausted before we boarded the plane for L.A. and even more so after our rehearsal that Wednesday. My day became even less pleasant when several agents accosted me about giving their artists a song with Melody at our concert. I told all them the show was too tight to allow anything to interfere.

All got mad and accused me of not knowing proper protocol. Word of my somewhat extreme displeasure in response to their accusation got around quickly and there were no such incidents the next three nights. I did not hit any of them. I wanted to though.

Amazingly it was a trip to Disneyland that brought my mood back to normal. I had lived in L.A. for years and had never been, none of the others had either, not even Sis who came along with us. The place was very clean.

On the last concert that Saturday night I noticed a former very popular female star at the far end of the stage sitting in a wheelchair. She had her eyes closed as she quietly sang along with Melody to herself. She knew everyone of Melody's songs.

I walked up to her and she looked like she expected to be run off. I calmed her when I asked if she was a fan of Melody.

"Yes, she is the best of us, especially since she married and got a new band manager. She has been on fire since Vegas."

"I will tell her you said that. She is a fan of yours. How do you feel?"

"Tonight I feel tremendous. Often not so tremendous. But I have not had any drugs or booze for six months. My legs are suffering from a side effect to something and I have days I need the wheelchair."

I wheeled her over where Ruthie could see us. She gave us a big smile then began her favorite song of the star. I gave the star a live mike and wheeled her on stage and they sang her song together. The ovation they received brought tears to both of their eyes and I delayed wheeling her off for a few moments.

It had been her first public appearance in over two years.

Melody never mentioned her name, only that her fondest stage wish had been just been fulfilled. Ruthie had resumed the show by the time I had the star back to her original spot.