Too Big

"Yes."

"Kiss your asshole?"

"No, I wouldn't let you do that, even though you said you wanted."

"Why not?"

"Because I wouldn't do that for you, so why would I expect you to do that for me?"

"Oh."

"Not poop in my face? Or pee in my mouth?"

"No. Same reason."

"And get you off a hundred times in my pussy?"

"As many times as I could."

"Say I could pierce my pussy lips, my nipples, and my clit?"

"If you want, but I'd prefer not. After all, it's your body. I just borrow it."

"I like your borrowing—a lot. How many times did you get me off?"

"Not enough, I'm sure."

"If we take a shower together, will you fuck me in there?"

"Sure will."

"Good. Then let's do that. I need a shower awful bad. I got my juice all over everything."

"Sure is nice juice, though. Right?"

"Oh, Jeffie, you sure are a good fuck. When I said last night we had a lot to learn, I never expected we'd learn so much in one night."

"Come on. Lets go learn what we can about showering together."

Too Big: Part 4

Lynn and I slunk into the kitchen downstairs at 8:00 that morning. Mitzy and Katie were there, and obviously had been waiting for a while.

"Well, Lynn, what do you think of him?"

"I want to fuck him—forever. That's what I think. God, I can hardly walk I'm so all fucked out. He do that to you, too?"

Both twins giggled. I only chuckled.

"Want me to tell Father you'll move to Seattle and work in his new office up there?" Mitzy said. "Want me to tell Father and Mother I'm going to marry him? You and Katie will do your duties to the family and be his mistresses?"

Lynn looked around, a bit dazed. Katie looked as if she'd like to be dazed, too.

"Come on and have some breakfast. That'll help take your mind off him."

"Oh, god, Mitzy. I don't think there's anything that will take my mind off him." Lynn looked at me and put on a silly-assed smile.

Had I let myself, I'd have had a similar smile on my face.

"Jeffie?"

I collected my thoughts, a little bit, at least, and looked up at Mitzy.

"You want all three of us hanging around you for the rest of our lives? Praying for your attention?"

I sure did, so I nodded.

For that, I got mobbed and nearly smothered, but if I was going to die young, this was how I wanted to go.

"Okay, let's eat, then go tell them before Superman, here, decides he wants a wife with three sisters instead of just two."

"There are the Susu sisters," Katie said. "He could probably keep all four of them happy."

I shook my head. I wasn't sure about my three, Mitzy, Katie, and Lynn—but I was willing to try. But four? No. Sure, I knew Muslims were allowed up four, but they must be superhuman. Or perhaps with them not done very well passed for good enough.

"See? Isn't he great? Modest, too." Mitzy said. "Eat up, you two, then we'll go see Father and Mother. Lynn? Eat up and quit looking at him that way!"

I would have done much better at this eat directive had the women who sat at my either side not put their hands in my lap and kept fiddling with me. I pushed those hands away, but they came right back—to be augmented by a suggestive mile on the associated face. I guess I was engaged, whether I thought I could handle it or not.

***

Later that day, after discovering their father, mother and his mistresses not at home, the four of us found a jewelry store open and I bought them each a simple gold band. Not fancy, but that was all I could afford, and I certainly wasn't going to start my future with these three women bumming money off them to buy them their rings. When I explained the situation, Lynn rose to the challenge, saying that was fine with her, but I needed—and deserved—a ring, too, and since this was to be their present to me, it was going to be fancy as hell, and I better just accept it. So what could I do except swallow my pride and try on every gaudy man's ring the jewelry clerk showed us?

From jewelry store to store we went, all the rings obviously aimed at money-wasting brides, but nothing a groom would be caught dead with. After several hours and thinking we had better things to do back at their parents' home, I pointed to one simple gold band, and said, "That one. It matches all of yours, and I like it. Sorry, Lynn. That's what I want. If you want me, that's all I'll take."

The three of them bunched around me, the essence of the conversation being. "Don't you just love a man who knows what he wants?" The clerk definitely looked confused, but we didn't give her the benefit of explanation.

Lynn gathered 3-way split money from her sisters—any one of the three, I noticed from their open purses, could easily have paid for several of those gaudy, sparkly things we looked at earlier—and paid for my ring. On our way back to Lynn's Mercedes sedan, they walked so close I kept tripping over them. When I did, whoever it was would grab my elbow and look up, adoration in her eyes.

After supper that evening, the girls' father corralled me in his den again, this time with the girls included. Somebody must have clued him in, because he got right to the point.

"Mr, Mathews, I understand you and my daughter have reached agreement. Please let their last-to-know father in on the details. How may children?"

I looked from one to the other before looking back at him. "Three."

"Each?"

I nodded. All three girls nodded also.

"How soon?"

"Not before Mitzy and I graduate from college, at least."

"The rest of you good with that?" he said and looked toward them. All four of us nodded.

"I wish it were sooner,' he said, "but I think your schedule shows a certain factor of good judgement. All boys, yes?"

"Father ...!"

"Just kidding. Now, what else? Oh, yes. Where you going to live? Chinatown in Seattle, I assume? Lynn already has a job near there if she wants it, and the city bus is convenient."

"Don't know. I'm used to more space than an apartment, and I think I'm going to need more before too long, anyway."

"I like your vision for the future." He gestured toward the room around us. "Like this, maybe? I have a few connections up there; I'll see what they can find for you."

"Please, Sir. I don't want us being a bother. Let's cross that bridge when we get to it."

He nodded, but the expression on his face said this is a family matter, and family helps family, especially when it involves my daughters' happiness.

"What about your work?"

"Another bridge to cross when I get closer to graduation. Mitzy, too."

"Mitzy work? She'll be busy managing your house and overseeing raising your children. Don't you understand, Mr. Mathews, where a woman's place is?"

"What about Lynn? You want her to work, right?"

"She'll not be your wife, Mitzy is. Mitzy runs your house, all of it. Katie and Lynn are only there for your enjoyment and to give you sons. Only after that your two mistresses are secondary help for Mitzy with the house, and to add a little cash to the coffers if doing so doesn't interfere otherwise."

Definitely different from the way I was raised. Of course we didn't own half the container ships on the sea between here and Asia, either.

"I see, Sir. We'll work it all out."

"I hope, successfully. You're taking on a big responsibility here. American boys just think too small."

I nodded. Small was not my problem.

"I trust you have the, uh ... little details of family life with your wife and mistresses uh ... figured out?"

"Father ...!"

"Well?"

"Nearly. But we're still working on them."

"Good. You let me know if I can help."

I figured he could, but then again, my three women had grown up in a household with similar complications, so they should understand how the world turns.

"We'll help him, Father. We'll do just as well with him as you with Mother and our aunties," Mitzy said. "Don't you worry."

"So? Any more questions?" he said in a manner indicating the inquisition was about to end.

I shook my head, and saw my girls do the same.

"Good. Girls? Mitzy? Go tell your mother I have made the arrangements with Mr. Mathews to marry you and she should begin planning your wedding. And also, girls, talk to your aunts about your sleeping arrangements with Mr. Mathews."

"Father, we ..."

"I know, I just want you to be at least as happy as your mother and her sisters."

"Oh, Father, we will be. He's wonderful in and out of bed."

Now it was my soon-to-be father-in-law's turn to be embarrassed.

He kept me after he kicked the girls out of his den, closed the door, and led me back to his desk.

"Sit," he said and got out his checkbook. I was one of those big ones wealthy people use because there's lots of room on Amount Line to write in big numbers. But he didn't write a check—for whatever he had in mind. Instead he pulled out three Protector checks, already drawn, and handed them to me. I looked at the amount on the top one: $10,000,000.00. $8,000,000.00 filled the Amount Line on the other two. You can imagine my jaw hung loose and I felt as if my eyes crossed. I shook my head.

"What's the matter. That's what I offered and you agreed, right?"

"No," I stammered. "I don't want your money, Sir. I just want your daughters."

"I don't think you understand. You get both."

"I don't need both. I only need your daughters."

"You realize what you're saying?"

I nodded. "Now I'm going upstairs and get started being the husband to all three of them."

His mouth still hung ajar as I closed the door to his office and turned to head upstairs. I hoped I hadn't offended him.

***

"What was that with Father and you?" Mitzy asked for all three of them.

"Your dowery."

"He gave it to you already? I expected he wouldn't until we are married. He's a stickler for doing things in the proper order."

"He tried."

"You didn't take it?"

"I told him I didn't want his money, only his daughters."

"Really?"

"Yup! I just gave up twenty-six million dollars for the three of you."

"But ... you get us and the money."

"I don't need the money. I just need you."

"Really?"

"Right. Now all three of you get in bed and prove to me I made the best choice a man ever did."

When Mitzy and I had to leave for Seattle late Monday afternoon, they still didn't believe they had no more to do to prove I made the right choice. Katie came back up with us, just in case, and Lynn decided she needed to see CT-Ltd's new Seattle Stateside Operation starting Tuesday. They booked a suite in the nicest hotel I'd ever seen the interior of, and it was a good thing none of my classes had gone critical yet, because I missed every one of them.

Our to-do list that engagement week encompassed how many ways can one man and three women have sex at the same time. By the end of the week, when Katie and Lynn returned to Portland, I was glad I hadn't wasted junior college time taking that Marriage Prep class that once tempted me. I don't think it would have covered one-tenth the possibilities our hotel stay did.

Based on that clue, use your imagination. We certainly did! And we still faced three months of engagement before the wedding.

Then of course later, there was the wedding night, pretty ordinary for Mitzy and me overall. Just new husband and new wife; we'd already tried everything in every way we could think of. The following night, according to Mitzy's mother and aunts, was Maids of Honor Night, pretty ordinary, too, considering what we'd done during our three month engagement.

Then we got onto our planned schedule: Different woman each night, with all three on Sunday. But that didn't last. Three women every night in tandem worked best, with the nightly order mixed-up and multiples any time I requested, or anyone else so wanted. Flexible, and often surprising. Oh, yes! Married life was great!

Mitzy's Father put that twenty-six million dollars in a trust fund for my wives (because I repeatedly told him I didn't want that money spent on me) and eventually started another trust for our kids. Six million for the six girls, eight million for the four boys (yes, there was a set of twin girls, who would grow up looking exactly like their mother and aunts, so that's how the three times three plan produced ten kids.)

Mitzy ran the house, Katie ran the nursery soon as it became necessary. Lynn moved to Seattle with us, of course, and took over the schedule tracking department for CT-Ltd's Seattle Office. Although I job interviewed in close detail with other companies after graduation, Mitzy's father convinced me I belonged at CT-Ltd and commanded I get out there and find something they needed that I liked doing. I ended up with Harbor Facilities Liaison as my title, which meant my job was improving the way all four of our port facilities, Seattle, Tacoma, Portland, and North-California, handled our business. This often required travel, so I always brought at least two assistants with me, sometimes all three. No sense getting lonely after work, right?

Socially, we split etiquette conventions. When out in public, I always walked with Mitzy alongside me on my right—she was my wife, right?—with her sisters following, side by side. The problem arose at doors. According to Eastern custom, my mistresses should open doors for the patriarch and matriarch, but that offended my Western sense of manners. I eventually decreed I would hold doors for all of them, Mitzy first, with first and second mistress following along in tandem. But at home my system never held, usually resulting in whatever put the most of them closest to me.

And yes, the bean jars continued as a problem, although we up-sized them several times that first year. On New Years Eve we always emptied the jars to make room of the upcoming year. Then, each summer we held a huge, combined red and white bean chilli feed for our whole neighborhood out on The Point. CT-Ltd bought us a mansion out there, much like my father in-law's in Portland, so we always had plenty of room for guests. Never had to buy any extra beans to assure we'd have chilli left over. You can bet we always kept that little joke to ourselves!

And all this happened because I found a woman who learned how to appreciate who I was and handle what I had to offer. Oh, what I'd have missed had I acquiesced to that little blonde cheerleader's demands that I hold myself back and not shove my dick into her so far!