Island Fever 3: Matrimony Ch. 01

This allowed Amy to enjoy a varied and carefree sex life throughout her younger years without fear of becoming pregnant - which was what she wanted - but she came to absolutely resent the decision once finding true happiness later in life with yours truly and the other ladies.

When Kristanna got pregnant, that was one thing. But when Pamela became pregnant less than four months later, Amy was suddenly jealous and longing for the opportunity to be a mother herself. It was not a negative jealousy, nor did it cause any issues within our relationship, but I knew it was there and needed to be dealt with appropriately.

Thus, after Kaden was born, Amy went back under the knife - this time having a procedure called Tubal Ligation Reversal. Its objective, obviously, was to undo the effects of the first surgery by reconnecting Amy's fallopian tubes and, at the very least, giving her the opportunity to become pregnant.

The success rate is not favorable (only 40% of women who undergo this procedure ever give birth), but it was all Amy had. Even worse, the success rate goes drastically down for women who are over 30 (Amy was 32). We waited a couple of weeks - per doctor's orders - and then I literally began pumping everything I had into Amy in an all-out effort to get her pregnant. She was present for every sexual encounter I had for nearly two months, and every single one of them ended generally the same way.

Whether I was with Kristanna or Pamela, maybe even Trish and Lindsay together, Devon or Scarlett, or even all of them at once, I would invariably sink my cock into Amy and fill her womb with my life-giving sperm at the end. In some cases, Amy would simply sit back and idly watch until it was time. She desperately wanted to become a mother herself.

As each unsuccessful week went by, however, Amy began to lose hope. At one point, she was so despondent that I made her go and see her psychiatrist for some counseling.

I will never forget the events of December 4th, though. Not only was it Lindsay's 20th birthday, but I took Amy to the doctor for a routine check-up and once she emerged from his office an hour later, there were tears of unending joy in her eyes. It was confirmed - Amy was pregnant!

Upon arriving home, Amy was so hyped and excited that she literally took a victory lap throughout the mansion - singing and dancing for anyone who would pay her any attention. All of the others, needless to say, were simply elated for her.

It was not until I saw this reaction from Amy that I fully realized just how important it was to her that she actually become pregnant. I had never seen her quite so happy and lively before. She must have kissed me and said thank you literally a thousand times that night.

Although Devon's heart belonged to Kristanna - those two went together like bread and butter - she had grown on me a tremendous amount over the past several weeks and months. Devon was just so damn sweet and irresistible. I also liked it that she was the wife of my own wife. What a concept!

Devon (much like Lindsay) was eager to help Kristanna as she made the transition into motherhood. They would watch Kaden whenever Kristanna needed a break. Both of them were a tremendous help, indeed; I just wished that Pamela allowed Devon and Lindsay (and the others too - they helped as well) to do the same for her in regards to Piper. Pamela, though, did not seem to want the help. She had always been stubborn that way. I believe it was one of the reasons why Pamela felt so overwhelmed right now, and ultimately depressed.

As for Devon, she was undoubtedly one of the sweetest and most friendly ladies I had ever come across in my entire life. Although she was very loving and protective toward all of us, it was clear that her ultimate loyalty was toward Kristanna. I had no problem with that, nor did anyone else. Of course, the same could be said for Trish in regards to her feelings for Lindsay. Trish was crazy in love with Lindsay.

Their wedding was going to take place a mere seven days from now, but some 4,100 miles away across the Atlantic and near Lindsay's original hometown of Cincinnati, Ohio. It would happen in the very same church where Lindsay's beloved father was once a well-known and respected minister before his untimely passing due to a heart attack two years ago.

It was also the church and congregation that Lindsay once wanted to devote her life to in an effort to become a minister herself - she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps - before she met and ultimately fell in love with all of us. Lindsay still had aspirations of becoming a minister one day, and seemed well on her way with a church that she was currently involved with located in downtown Oslo, Norway.

Tomorrow, our entire group was boarding a private charter jet in Oslo that I had recently purchased - complete with a hand-picked crew - that would fly us to Toronto, Ontario, Canada, where we would pick up Trish's mother and father, as well as her two sisters and all four grandparents, and then ultimately proceed to Cincinnati, Ohio and make any last-minute preparations for the wedding.

As noted earlier, the two little ones - Kaden and Piper - were going to be left behind here in Norway under the watchful eyes and care of Kristanna's parents, Kristof and Rande. The doctor advised us not to take Piper on the flight since she was less than a month old, but said Kaden would be fine if proper precautions were taken beforehand. It would feel strange bringing one but not the other with us, so we decided in the end to leave both of them with Kristanna's parents until we arrived back in Norway on Christmas Day (today, it was December 16).

Last but certainly not least, there was Scarlett.

Having just celebrated her 30th birthday less than two weeks ago, we met Scarlett back on July 29th when Kristanna was rushed to the hospital with labor pains. Scarlett was the primary nurse for Kristanna at the hospital throughout her labor ordeal and the subsequent birth of Kaden.

"That girl is hot," were the words I remember Kristanna saying to me once she laid eyes on Scarlett for the first time. Even with all of the pain and discomfort accompanied by six hours of intensive labor, I caught Kristanna eyeing and ogling Scarlett several times throughout the day. The same could be said for Devon, who was present the whole way through. While she documented the events of the afternoon Kaden was born through video and pictures, Devon openly flirted with Scarlett. At one point, I suggested to Devon that she ask Scarlett if they could get their very own room!

I still do not know all of the details, but the following day - after Kaden was born - Kristanna was able to pull Scarlett into the hospital room and have a discussion with her. Scarlett admitted that she was bi-sexual, and was overly intrigued by the three-way relationship that she sensed Kristanna shared with Devon and yours truly.

It was at this point when Kristanna informed Scarlett that the other ladies who had been parading in-and-out since her arrival at the hospital - Pamela, Trish, Lindsay and Amy - were not sisters or friends of hers as she was originally led to believe, but rather lovers and soul-mates. Kristanna explained that the seven of us were one big, happy family, and we did (and shared) everything together. Kristanna also mentioned to Scarlett that some of them - notably herself, Devon and Pamela - were wildly attracted to her.

Devon stopped by and joined in on the conversation as well. Scarlett seemed even more interested and intrigued, I am told, and Devon invited her over for dinner later in the week (I was kept in the dark while all of this was happening).

Scarlett showed up for dinner on the appropriate evening and, sure enough, things began to escalate from there. I will not go into details, but let me just say that a mere three weeks later, Scarlett went to sleep sharing our bed in a loving, naked eight-way mass of humanity. With my cum splattered across her face, and every hungry, lusty female tongue in the house having sampled her pussy that evening, Scarlett was hooked. She wanted to explore the possibility of something long-term and ever-lasting with us.

Despite my wealth - I was worth two billion dollars in American currency - and the fact that I could provide her with any material thing that she desired, Scarlett still wanted to keep her job as a registered nurse in the pregnancy center at the hospital in Oslo. I certainly understood why. Scarlett went through many years of hard work and studies at the university, and despite feeling tempted, she did not want to quit her dream job after getting it just six months ago. Plus, if things ultimately did not work out with us for her in the long run, Scarlett would still have her job and could return to her old life without issue.

We were able to convince her, however, to move from the dusty, old one-bedroom apartment she had lived in for the past three years into one of the luxury guest rooms here in the mansion. Occasionally, Scarlett went to sleep with all of us in the big bedroom (like that one night I mentioned), but generally maintained somewhat of a distance by spending most evenings in her own private quarters and allowing her feelings and emotions for us to develop at a natural pace.

"Scarlett will not only be your wife within two years, Jeremy," Kristanna told me just last week, "but she will be married to the rest of us as well. Bank on it!"

Scarlett's Norwegian accent was so sexy; it sounded almost like a purr. She was very easy to sit down and have a decent conversation with. Although Scarlett spoke English well, there were times when she asked for the thought or question to be re-worded, and she always seemed very laid back and happy to interact. As a registered nurse, she had the easy, caring nature that generally went along with the profession.

Scarlett was a strikingly beautiful woman at 30 years of age with a body that showed no signs of aging. She stood 5-foot-3 and weighed 126 pounds, with a mesmerizing 34c-24-35 figure and thick, shoulder-length healthy hair which, depending on her current mood, shifted between blonde and its more natural color of red. Right now, she was a red-head.

Indeed, Scarlett was a perfect fit for us and our unique lifestyle. Everyone seemed to adore her, and the feeling was mutual. She generally worked three or four days per week at the hospital - her shift and its hours was constantly changing, unfortunately - but had managed to talk her boss into allowing her to take an early vacation so she could attend Trish and Lindsay's wedding with us in Cincinnati. For Scarlett, this was going to be her first time ever in the United States.

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On Wednesday morning - the same day all of us were going to embark on our private charter flight to first Toronto, then Cincinnati - I received quite the wake-up call when I was jarred from what had been a very peaceful and relaxing sleep by the sensation of someone pouncing onto the bed with me. Through bleary eyes, I was able to focus and notice that the adorable (and highly overcharged) Lindsay was bouncing up-and-down upon the mattress as if she was a small child trying to rouse her parents out of bed on Christmas morning.

"Jeremy, it is time to wake up!" the 20-year-old screeched into my ear. With a playful smile, Lindsay straddled my hips and flipped both blankets over top of her head. She maneuvered her head beneath the covers, then popped right back out seconds later just inches from my face and offered a mischievous pout. "I know you're old and you need all the sleep you can get, Jeremy, but it's nine-thirty in the morning. We have to be at the airport by noon!"

Now alert and aware of my surroundings, I took in the amazing sight of Lindsay as she was sitting happily on top of me. She peeled back the blankets, offering me a glimpse of her in a lacey white bra and a matching pair of panties.

Beautiful, intelligent and full of light, Lindsay was most definitely one-of-a-kind. A 5-foot-3 montage of absolute blonde perfection, Lindsay placed both of her small, delicate hands upon my chest and leaned down toward me. I could immediately sense that Lindsay had taken a recent shower; she was fresh and warm, and smelled of apricot and mango (her favorite scented body wash). My nostrils took in the fragrance and it flooded not only my senses, but my soul.

"So what are we going to do with you today?" she squealed in the sweetest tone imaginable, gently shifting herself so she was now seated upon my flaccid cock. "By the way, good morning, sleepy-head," Lindsay cooed, kissing me on the lips. A moment later, she resumed the spirited bouncing again.

I placed both hands upon either side of her waistline in an attempt to quell her energetic nature. When the motions slowed down and eventually ceased, I yawned theatrically and offered in response, "Good morning to you too, princess. You're awfully rambunctious today, I see."

"Can you blame me?" she chirped in response. "Not only am I getting married in just six short days, but I'll get to see my mom and all three of my sisters once our plane touches down in Cincinnati later today. Or is it tomorrow?" She grinned sheepishly, her face blushing a temporary shade of red, and openly admitted, "These transoceanic flights and the changing time zones always seem to confuse me to no end."

"It will be tomorrow in Norway, but today in the United States with that six hour time difference," I explained to her. "If that makes any sense to you."

"Not really!"

"I didn't think so."

Lindsay giggled with pure, wanton delight as she ground her panty-covered crotch over my cock for a few memorable seconds - injecting some life and vigor into it - before leaning over and finding my lips for yet another kiss. "Come on, Jeremy," she insisted with a smile, grasping my shoulders and then trailing both of her hands up-and-down my arms several times in succession. "You can have some breakfast before we have to go to the airport, but ONLY if you wake up and get out of bed RIGHT NOW."

"Where is your fiancee at?"

Lindsay stifled a laugh and retorted, "Umm ... I'm looking at him?"

"No, silly girl. Your other fiancee."

"Trish? Trish the dish? She is having breakfast right now in the dining room with the others. Why don't you come and join her? Join us?" Lindsay pouted in a sexy manner and concluded, "I don't want you to be hungry."

When I sat up in bed, I encircled Lindsay's petite, little body with both arms and held her lovingly. She proceeded to wrap her legs around my waist and offer a generous squeeze, then sought my mouth for another exchange of lips and tongues.

"How about I just stay here, and have YOU for breakfast?"

"Jeremy!" Lindsay whined incessantly, fighting the urge to laugh as she gently pushed me away from her. "Jeremy, come on! You have to wake up and get ready for our trip today. We don't have a lot of time! I don't want to miss the flight!"

I chuckled at her. "Miss the flight? Honey, we are the ONLY people on the flight. It's my own private jet and crew. I do not think they will take off without us."

"JEREMY!" Lindsay cried again, sounding as if she was five.

Remembering back to the prior evening and the three-some that I shared with Kristanna and Pamela, I found myself still buzzing somewhat from it. Who better to help with that, and fully satisfy me, than the sweet and adorable Lindsay?

"I'll make a deal with you, honey," were my words for her. "I will wake up and get out of bed, and go have breakfast, if you will first give me three minutes of your time."

"Three minutes of my time?" she asked, totally confused. "Three minutes for what?"

I looked at her and chuckled softly. "Well, you cannot expect to climb into bed with me in your little bra and panties, and then bounce up-and-down like a ping pong ball, without getting my juices flowing." Lindsay's face seemed to light up at the possibilities as I added, "Three minutes, and I'm yours. Wake up, breakfast, get ready for the airport."

Still seated atop my pelvis, Lindsay licked her lips and kept her eyes trained on me as she slid her bra straps down her shoulders one at a time. When both straps were loose, she nudged each slender arm through the loops and tossed the bra elsewhere. With a lithe, 95 pound frame, Lindsay's humble curves went perfectly well with the rest of her body.

I licked my own lips as I hungrily eyed each of her little nipples, thoughts of what I could do and how I could play with them running rampant throughout my mind.

After turning upon my lap and now facing my feet, Lindsay proceeded to arch her back, and her shimmering blonde hair cascaded in waves all the way down to her white panties. She lowered her ass onto my cock, which was still covered itself by a pair of shorts, and nudged it back-and-forth. "Hmmmmm, Jeremy," she moaned, suddenly full of desire. "Just what do you have in mind? How do you want to use me today?"

By the time Lindsay placed her hands on either side of my torso and leaned back, causing her silky hair to drape itself across my chest, I had a full-blown, raging erection. I reached up with both hands and cupped her modest breasts, rolling their flesh between my fingertips.

"I really want an hour with you, sweetheart," I told her, "but all I have is three minutes." I paused, then added in a breathless tone, "Your mouth. I want your mouth."

"A blowjob?" the young woman returned with glee, flipping herself over in one easy motion so she was facing me again. Lindsay lowered her mouth to mine and kissed me tenderly. "I would LOVE to suck your cock for you, baby."

"Something better than that," I said, maneuvering my way out from underneath her and rising to my feet as she sat beside me upon the bed. When I motioned for Lindsay to hang her head over the edge of the mattress, she smiled and nodded in response.

"I know what you want to do to me!"

"It's more like ... YOU want me to do this to you, honey," I corrected her, while dropping my shorts. My shaft, which was throbbing madly, popped out and wobbled before Lindsay's appreciative eyes in a truly obscene manner.

"Is that for me?"

"Open up," I teased her, pointing toward her mouth, as she reclined back on the mattress and placed her neck on its edge, allowing her head to dangle there as she faced me expectantly. "I only want to give you what you want most, princess."

The very moment Lindsay opened her lips, I stepped forward and jammed my cock hard and deep into her willing mouth. Her eyes wide, she glared up at me and made a gagging noise as I clutched the side of her head with my right hand. When the little minx gave me a reassuring nod, it was all systems go.

Lindsay nearly choked as I began to powerfully thrust my hips back-and-forth in a continual motion, my cock invading the far reaches of her throat at the same time. This was the one thing that Lindsay enjoyed perhaps more than anything else when she and I had sex together. She loved it when I thumped away at her sweet mouth with my hard, raging cock.

Those eyes of hers were locked upon my face, her breasts bouncing and flopping about with reckless abandon, as I burned a trail deep into her throat. I moaned and sighed out with my own pleasure, which was immense, and clutched the side of her head as a way to balance and steady myself.

Past experience told me that I could be as hard and as forceful as I desired whenever I speared Lindsay's mouth in this manner. The more extreme and powerful I was, it seemed, the more she enjoyed herself.

When Lindsay reached out and palmed my testicles with her right hand, I received a quick, sudden burst of energy. I absolutely hammered her mouth with my pulsing erection. Every muscle within my body was tight and clenched, and I was using all of the fiber and strength that I could muster to appease her. The heated, erotic sensations within me were multiplying by the second. Soon, I was on overload.