They’ve started their own prefab and modular cabin business and it’s already booming. In the wake of the pandemic and social unrest, a shocking amount of people want to live at least partially off-grid in the northern Wisconsin forest. However, they also want big houses in the middle of nowhere, and they don’t want to spend years building their own places. Mitch and Nico can barely keep up with all the demand for the modular log cabins they offer. They’ve hired a bunch of crew from the surrounding areas, and Jeb plans to join the business after his current three-year contract is done.
They asked me to add design touches, and I staged the three model cabins they built. A few of our big-city buyers were so impressed they asked me to design their entire home. So it looks like I’m on my way to becoming an interior designer and the mother of a big brood after all.
Funny how dreams you’re sure are dead can find new life.
Soon our house will really be full. And in the meanwhile, Mitch and Nico spent most of the off-season putting together cabins and fussing over me.
When I get out to the living room, Jeb, who’s mirroring his phone to the TV, doesn’t even ask to take the popcorn. He tries to grab it from me, even though he’s carrying Saul on one hip. “Let me get that for you.”
But I no longer act like a docile thing who has no will of her own—at least not outside of bed.
“Seriously, I can carry popcorn!” I insist to Jeb, before plopping down to watch the Missouri Corona Wedding Livestream.
When Cynda told me she and her fiancé had decided to get married along with hundreds of others in Missouri today, I’d thought it was pretty wild.
But who am I to talk? Pretty wild is how most people would describe my life if more than a select few knew I wasn’t just married to one Wisconsin Bear, but three of them.
And I’ve gotta admit that this 50-state outdoor concert and wedding series is a pretty cool idea. It’s gotten a lot of social media love with a new group wedding presented along with a surprise musical guest every weekend.
“Who do you think the musical act will be this time?” Mitch asks, sitting down next to me on the couch.
“Probably Sheryl Crow or Nelly. Those are the only acts I can think of from Missouri. “The Montana Concert was last week, and I read Roxxy Roxx was the headliner for that one.”
“Yeah, and Colin Fairgood did the one in Nashville,” Mitch added. “I love that dude.”
I grimace. “I like that one song he did with Roxxy Roxx—ooh, and that other one he did with C-Mello—”
“Of course you did.” Mitch laughs. He’s accused me before of only liking country when the artists crossover with black artists, like Colin with Roxxy and C-Mello, Billy Ray Cyrus with Lil Nas X, and Florida Georgia Line and Nelly.
“If we’re lucky, maybe Nelly will do ‘Cruise,’” Nico says.
I clap in gleeful anticipation. “I’d love that. What do I get if I’m right?”
Mitch grins. “If you’re right, I eat you out first tonight. And if I’m right, you suck me while taking Nico from behind. Bet?”
Mitch is all about the love money can’t buy these days, but he still loves to use bets and handshake contracts to manipulate me into bed.
“Bet!” I say, laughing.
With Saul’s arrival, the four of us don’t get up to our wild times nearly as much as we did before. The rotation is still in effect, depending on who’s here, so usually, it’s just one-on-one sex these days. But about twice a month, we leave Saul sleeping upstairs and have some good times in the big bed.
“Nico! Jeb! You want in on this?” Mitch calls out.
“Sure,” Nico answers, at the same time Jeb says, “Fuck yeah!”
By the time the live stream starts, we’ve got a somewhat complicated bet going. If it’s Nelly, then each of them will take turns playing with my breasts while one of them eats me out. If it’s Sheryl Crow—Nico’s guess, I ride him and suck Jeb off while Mitch takes my ass. And if it’s Michael McDonald—we had to look that one up to find a third option—but if it’s the former Doobie Brother, Jeb calls the shots all night.
“Either way, I win,” I let them know as Jeb turns on the TV.
But as it turns out, none of us wins.
Jeb cheers like a maniac when Death Buddha takes the stage. He’s been listening to their latest album non-stop, and he’s already bought tickets for the Somerset, Wisconsin concert on their next tour.
“But what the hell?” Mitch sputters. “They’re not even from Missouri.”
All our mouths drop open when we find out over the next few minutes exactly why one of the biggest heavy metal bands of all time have come out to this particular concert venue.