Island Fever 2: Eternity Ch. 01

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PLEASE NOTE: The following story is a direct continuation - an epilogue of sorts - to "Island Fever". In order to understand this story and the unique situation that its characters find themselves in, it is paramount that you are very familiar with "Island Fever" and its plot line. In other words, if you have not read "Island Fever", do not attempt to bother with this.

As an epilogue, this story will not be near as long as the original. I am writing it due to reader request and demand.

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Chapter 1: "Nineteen"

-- Wednesday, December 4, 2013 --

"Watch your step, Krissy," I said to my wife, taking her by the hand and guiding her along the beautiful shoreline on the western side of the island. I helped her climb over a collection of humungous, gray rocks, which had been polished smooth by many centuries of pounding surf, and then along a narrow waterway which led to a lagoon 200 feet inland.

Kristanna stopped once we reached our destination and surveyed the picture-perfect surroundings, then took a swig of her sports drink. "Is there any reason why the water in this lagoon always seems to have a reddish tent to it?"

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I never told you about the background and history concerning this particular lagoon?"

Kristanna glanced at me curiously. "No. Enlighten me?"

I nodded. "A hundred years ago, there was a tiny village on this island. The people who lived here - whenever someone was sick or injured - they would take them to this lagoon because all of them believed it had healing powers. More often than not, the people felt better after staying here for an extended period of time. The water, as you noticed, has that reddish tent to it. That is the main reason why the islanders back in those days believed it had those so-called mythical, healing powers. They were enthralled by it. I have done a lot of research on this island's history over the years and heard all of the legends and stories."

"Is there a reason why the water is red?"

"It's a very technical reason," I advised her. "It is because of the iron oxide in the volcanic soil that flows down from the mountain. A scientist told me that once."

"Iron oxide?" Kristanna countered, suddenly confused. "That is WAY beyond my comprehension!" She hesitated before adding, "Is the water safe to go into?"

"Of course it is," I responded. "How can the water heal you if you don't go into it?" I laughed at her in a teasing, playful manner. "Use your brain, Krissy!"

"You've got a good point," the 24-year-old pouted, seeming semi-embarrassed. "That was pretty dumb of me to ask. And if it was unsafe, you would not have took me here today so we could go swimming in it. I should have known better."

I shook my head at her and smiled. "Nah ... you're fine. It wasn't a dumb question at all. No question is dumb."

Unbuttoning the multi-colored sarong from her slender hips and allowing it to fall harmlessly to the ground beneath her, Kristanna eyed the water as I smiled at her in appreciation. Oh dear Lord, I said inwardly. What a sight...

Kristanna was an all-natural, athletic beauty with looks to kill, but for those people (like me) who claim it is what is inside that truly counts, this girl had it going there, too. Kristanna had an amazing, effervescent personality; she was bubbly, excited, enthusiastic and forever full of life. Most of all, however, Kristanna loved to laugh. She was an eternal ray of sunshine who had brightened and energized my life like no one ever had before.

Dressed in a metallic gold two-piece bikini that sparkled in the sunlight which peaked through the vast canopy of trees above us, the tall, statuesque blonde with the skyscraper legs took a deep breath and then dove into the reddish water. My arms folded, I stood there and patiently waited for her to come up for breath. I figured this may be entertaining.

"It's cold!" she screeched, literally hopping out of the water (but thanks to gravity, going right back into it). Her arms covering her front, Kristanna shivered theatrically and glared up at me. "You didn't say it was cold, Jeremy!" Watching her thrash about in the water was almost comical.

"What did you expect, dear?" I countered, motioning toward the vast, open area behind her. "Get out of the shade and swim to the sunlight over there. It will be much warmer."

When I peeled off my t-shirt, Kristanna licked her lips and seductively clicked her teeth at me, then turned and began swimming for warmer pastures. I dove into the lagoon as well, the water quickly chilling my body but certainly not my desire, then emerged and swam to where Kristanna was leisurely treading in the warm sunlight.

My bride of over three months looked spectacular with the glow of the mid-afternoon sun shining down upon her. Eyes closed, she tilted her head back, lifting her face to the high heavens in the process, and sighed contently.

Once I reached Kristanna, I brought both of my hands to her face and kissed those enticing, irresistible lips. She responded in kind, linking her arms around my neck and opening her mouth to accept my probing, anxious tongue.

"Hmmmmm ... you taste salty," she murmured, kissing me with a fervor and passion that rivaled my own.

"Am I warming you up at all?"

"Uh huh," Kristanna nodded, full of zest, as I trailed both hands downward and cupped her lush, tight backside beneath the surface of the water. She hooked her right leg around my waist and purred, "I'm not quite there yet, though. You need to warm me up some more."

"I have no problem with that."

Kristanna smiled, then brought her left hand to my face and offered a soothing, languid kiss. When she slipped her own tongue into my mouth, my right hand immediately drifted upward toward one of her breasts. As we continued to kiss each other in a slow, romantic fashion, I cupped and cradled her taut, firm breast through the thin bikini top she wore. Both of us moaned simultaneously, and soon I was squeezing her breast a bit rougher than before.

At the same time, I coiled my left arm around Kristanna's shoulder and pulled her tighter against me. Our mutual kiss intensified and before I knew what was happening next, the young woman reached between our pressed bodies and massaged the hard, aching lump that was tucked away in my shorts.

Our tongues danced and intermingled together as the kiss became rather heated and passionate. I drove my tongue deep into her mouth, tasting all of its sweet recesses. I swiped away at her teeth, her gums, the area underneath her tongue, as well as the roof her mouth and its velvety, inner walls.

I slipped my left hand downward and began to squeeze and prod away at Kristanna's tight, bikini-clad ass. Meanwhile, my other hand continued to cup and grope one of her luscious breasts. Soon, we had to break the kiss in order to catch our collective breaths. It had become that intense.

I used this opportunity to dispose of her gold top, whisking it up and over her head, and tossing it to shore. She placed the palm of her left hand directly onto my chest, over my heart, and held it there for several seconds. I responded by squeezing a bare, firm breasts with my own hand. After several seconds of mutual groping, I kissed the very tip of Kristanna's nose and she giggled at me.

The two of us maintained eye contact as my mouth slowly but surely descended toward her one of her breasts - or more specifically, its puffy nipple. As my lips closed around it, Kristanna let out a long-winded sigh and wrapped both arms around the back of my head.

As if it were nourishment, I eagerly sucked and slurped away at her erect nipple. Above me as the two of continued to tread water in the lagoon, Kristanna moaned and sighed, while voicing her approval at the same time. Meanwhile, I pumped her opposite breast with my right hand. Kristanna ran her long, supple fingers through my short brown hair, while massaging and rubbing my scalp.

"I don't know about you, Jeremy, but I'm HUNGRY."

I chuckled as Kristanna pushed my head away from her breast. She gave me a beguiling, devilish grin, then turned and began swimming toward dry land. I quickly followed, of course, and once I reached the nearby shoreline, Kristanna was already on her knees waiting for me.

I slipped my belt off and then maneuvered my trunks downward. Once they were at my feet, I kicked them off and steadied myself before my blushing bride. My erection, needless to say, was already jostling back-and-forth in front of Kristanna's immaculate, unblemished face.

As she smiled and gently grasped my shaft with her left hand, I shook my head at her. "I love you, sweetheart. Our life has been wild and crazy over the past several months - juggling and trying to keep four other women happy - but you are the glue that holds everything together. I love you."

On her knees, Kristanna glanced up at me, her eyes aglow with passion and lust. I could not help but to shudder with arousal as the 24-year-old extended her tongue and offered my erection a teasing swipe. She giggled at my response, then slowly ran her tongue along the pulsing length of my cock.

"Do you like this?" she squealed at me, holding back a laugh at the same time. She already knew the answer.

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed. "Ohhhhh sweetheart ... ohhhhh ... you know I do. That mouth could bring about world peace."

She snickered at my praise, a happy expression upon her face. I would find it very difficult to go on in life without Kristanna's mouth to service my cock.

I gasped as Kristanna's left hand slowly tightened itself around my enlarged shaft. Again she giggled, this time while giving it a couple of hard squeezes. What a powerful sight; her piercing, blue eyes were in direct contact with mine as she lovingly caressed and squeezed my erection. But then...

A deep, guttural moan escaped from Kristanna's throat as she slipped my shaft between her pouty, red lips. As her left hand cupped my testicles and gently kneaded them, she closed her moist lips around my swollen member and began to feverishly suck upon it. She then moved her left hand to the very base of my shaft and started to pump away.

Within a matter of seconds, Kristanna was working my cock in-and-out of her mouth at a steady, but not fast speed. A hungry growl escaped her throat as she looked up at me, which in turn caused me to sigh. Seeing her mouth stuffed full of my cock, those precious lips forming a nice, big 'O' around its diameter, as she looked up at me was a definite turn-on.

I growled with sheer passion as I felt the tip of my cock collide with the back of Kristanna's throat with each intake. The collisions came quicker too, due to the increasing speed of her head as she bobbed back-and-forth upon my erection. Meanwhile, she continued to pump the base of my shaft with her left hand. I was, quite obviously, in Heaven!

Kristanna made a loud gagging noise as her cheeks hollowed around my hard cock, her head now bobbing back-and-forth at absolute warp speed. She was sucking me off like there was no tomorrow; as if this was her last act on Earth. I roared in pure passion above her while reaching the boiling point.

All of a sudden, the Norwegian goddess whipped my shaft out of her mouth. In one quick motion, she tightened her grip upon its base and extended her luscious tongue from her wide-open mouth. She aimed my cock at her tongue...

Then I exploded in desire as a thick strand of sperm shot out from my shaft and splattered over Kristanna's tongue. She began pumping away at me with her hand, wanting more. I obliged her, as a series of heavy spurts erupted from within me and covered Kristanna's lovely, charming face. The whole time, of course, I continued to moan while getting the royal treatment from my angel bride. Yes, this was Heaven.

Once my shaft was drained of all its juicy sperm, I opened my eyes and looked down at Kristanna. Her face and long blonde hair were soaked in my juice, but she sure did not seem to mind. In fact, Kristanna was giggling in lust as she wiped her face with her fingertips, then sucked each dry.

"Oh, you are definitely a sweetheart," I grinned while dropping to my knees and kissing a dry spot on her forehead. "I love you, little Miss Kris - more than you'll ever know."

She continued giggling while sucking her fingertips dry of all the thick jizz. "I love you too, Jeremy."

I hooked an arm around her midriff and pulled her down onto the ground with me. Now lounging on our sides and luxuriating in the warmth of the sand beneath us, I brought her right hand to my lips and kissed it tenderly. "How are you doing, peaches?" I asked her. "Still cold?"

"Not anymore," she responded, grinning.

"I'm glad you suggested that we come here - back to the island for a short vacation - while our home is still being built in Norway," I gently told her. "What a nice vacation this has turned out to be. The island brings back a lot of good memories for the other girls as well, you know."

Kristanna nodded her head. "The vacation idea works out perfectly. Everyone except Devvy - only because she doesn't want to - gets to spend some time with their family prior to the Christmas holiday. We have another week-and-a-half on the island and then, in Ohio, you and I have two days with your family, you and Lindsay will have two days with her mom and three sisters, and then you get to try your luck with Amy's parents yet again and devote two days to them, too. Then two more days, this time in Canada, where all of us can spend time with Trish's family. We will make it back home - to Norway - just in time for Momma's Christmas Eve dinner of lutefisk and lefse. I cannot wait!"

"I cannot believe Christmas is only three weeks away."

Kristanna pouted at me. "When are you going to tell the rest of your family about the true nature of our marriage and the other relationships that we have? Your father is really cool about it, though he says the idea is not for him. But when are you telling the rest of your family?"

"I don't know, Krissy," was my honest response. "I do not know how my mother would react if she knew that my newlywed bride and I have four live-in girlfriends who all have the aspiration - some more than others, mind you - of one day also becoming my bride in a polygamous marriage. My mother is very old-school, and would not understand that."

"She is your mother, Jeremy," Kristanna advised me. "If your mother loves you - and I know for a fact that she does - she will be accepting and supportive of you no matter the decisions you have made with your personal life." I gulped my throat as Kristanna continued, "The same goes for your two brothers and one sister. Families support each other."

"That is why I have always been up-front and honest with my own parents," she added. "Momma and Papa had their worries at first, sure, when I said I was bringing you and four other girls - all mutual lovers of ours - with me to Norway before our wedding a few months ago. But I had a long talk with Momma and Papa, and said this is the life I want to lead. They asked if I was truly happy, and I said yes. It was really all they needed to know."

"Your mother and father are very unique," I reminded her.

"Trish's family had a very similar reaction when she told them about her life as well," Kristanna mused. "Trish told her mother and father, and her two sisters, that she was madly in love with Lindsay, but also loved the rest of us, too - me, you, Devvy and Amy - and wanted to build a group relationship that lasts a lifetime. Trish's family loves her, and was supportive of her decisions. They were very nice and receptive toward all of us."

I shook my head at her. "Same thing - Trish has a very unique family. On the other hand, I do not think my mother - or even my two brothers and one sister - would be anywhere near as accepting. Well, my one brother from Kentucky - Steve - would not mind. He simply would not care. But Dan and Di would not like the idea of our relationship. I know for a fact that my mother would be totally against it."

"They are your family, Jeremy," Kristanna insisted. "It may take some time, but they will support you. That is what families do." She offered up a serious pout and grumbled, "I just hate the idea of going to a Christmas celebration and dinner with you and your family in a few weeks, while Devvy, Trish, Lindsay and Amy are all cooped-up and hid away in a hotel. They should have the opportunity to go, too."

"In the future they will, honey," I promised her. "I'm just not ready to tell my family about the others just yet."

"Lindsay needs to tell her own family the truth, too," Kristanna nodded. "Trish really deserves to meet Lindsay's family and needs to get to know them. They are under the impression that Lindsay is engaged to you, Jeremy, and no one else. But the main person in her life is Trish. Don't you think it is wrong that Trish has never met Lindsay's family?"

"Lindsay comes from a very religous background," I tried to tell Kristanna. "Her father was a minister before he passed away over a year ago. I cannot envision Lindsay's mother, after being told that she is in a relationship with five other people - four women and one man - is going to throw open her arms and hug her, and say everything is okay."

Kristanna rolled away from me, and slipped back into the rippling water of the lagoon. "You're just a big scaredy cat, Jeremy. All of you are." She offered another pout, but this time it was playful and teasing. "Afraid to tell your family of all the happiness you now have in your life." Her head now the only part of her body above water, Kristanna turned with a giggle and began swimming away.

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It had been some three-and-a-half months since the date of August 23, 2013, which of course was when Kristanna and I were married under a twilight sky on the beach in her native country of Norway. Along with the other women who also shared intimate roles in both of our lives - namely Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - Kristanna and I had been on quite the whirlwind of a ride over the previous 14-plus weeks.

Following the glorious wedding ceremony and reception, Kristanna and I (along with the other ladies) began our honeymoon with a two week visit to Toronto, Ontario, Canada. It was there that Trish, who had been a life-long resident of the area, was reunited with her own family. Despite our unique relationship, Trish's family treated us with all of the class and hospitality that one could possibly ask for.

Our little entourage then ventured off to Paradise Island in the Bahamas for a three week stay at the world-famous Atlantis resort and casino. The honeymoon, which lasted for six whole weeks, ended with a week in Cincinnati, Ohio (Lindsay, Amy and yours truly all had family there).

In early October, we returned to what was going to be our new home - Norway - and began making plans to have a mansion built on the 300-acre farm that Kristanna's parents had owned and operated since 1979. It was going to be on the complete opposite side of the property from the house where her parents lived now. A top-notch construction company was hired and broke ground on October 25, and with multiple crews and round-the-clock labor, they estimated our 30,000 square foot home would be completed by August 2014.

The month of November allowed several of us to settle into our new surroundings and get acclimated to life in Norway. The entire lower level of Kristanna's family home, once a basement, had been converted into a comfortable living room and that was where the six of us were routinely staying.

Devon occupied herself with Kristanna in the full-service bakery and ice cream parlor which was part of the family farm. Trish and Lindsay helped out in the stables, looking after all of the many horses and ponies, while Amy embraced her new role as house maid and cook by aiding Rande (Kristanna's mother) with routine, daily household chores.