I didn't bother calling again to see if they needed anything, one headache was enough.
Pulling through the gates that led down the mile and a half lined drive to the front of the house I took in the scenery. Oaks lined both sides like sentinels on guard, the lawn, which was a pain in the ass to up keep, was well manicured and a nice green shade as far as the eye could see. The girls had planted their own garden which they added to every year or so and it was a beautiful riot of colors against the sandstone of the house.
Our home was a monster, that's the only word for it, ten bedrooms and eight and a half baths. We needed all that space since we planned on having a fuck load of kids; we already had a good start with six, but with all the fucking that goes on around here not to mention the fact that there's no real birth control to speak of we're looking at a football team or more.
Marcy was out in the yard when I went around hands buried deep in the dirt of a rose bush.
"Hey babe." I called out before I reached her.
I love that mischievous grin on her face when she first sees me after a long day. In three years it hasn't changed and I hope it never does.
She was up and in my arms in the next second our mouths coming together in what would be a first of many shared kisses for me. My wives loved kissing and petting, cuddles too. It could get kind of crowded on the sofa sometimes and there was always the issue of who got to sit closest to me. I usually oversaw those things to keep the peace so we worked on a rotation sort of. Anna loved my lap anyway so sometimes it didn't matter unless one of the others were in a pissy mood and decided she wanted my lap to spite Anna
"Your wives have been bitches all day, I'm hiding out out here, the kids are in the playroom bent on destruction; I'd head for cover if I were you."
"That bad huh, wanna tell me what set it off this time?"
"What always sets it off...you”.
"What the fuck, I wasn't even here."
"Figure it out stud." I was still holding her loosely in my arms so I took the opportunity to pinch her sides softly.
"Why don't you tell me instead?" She squealed with laughter and tried to get away.
"Quit it Brad you'll make me pee my panties."
"So talk."
"I ain't no stitch." She was gasping for breath as I pulled her back in for one last peck.
"Okay then, wish me luck."
"Uh huh, just make sure they don't mess with my spa night, I've been primed all day."
I turned back to grin at her facetiously while passing my hand slowly over my semi hard cock.
"Me too babe me too."
Chapter Two
I took a deep breath before entering through the kitchen, the room was a wide open space with an island that ran the whole length, there were pieces of each of my women evident here, little touches that spoke of their presence. Janine loved to bake, there was always some kind of pie or cookies to be found around here, and Marcy was a health nut as was to be expected from a sporty outdoorsy type and Anna; Anna brought the spice of the Caribbean with her. That was part of her heritage; my little violet blossom is a spicy mix of Caribbean beauty and English reserve though she was pretty low on the reserved.
I saw the fire in Janine even before she noticed me; damn this was going to be bad. I knew each of them like the back of my hand, knew their moods. I'd better, because that PMS shit was a killer, I knew that wasn't her problem though since that's another thing I'm pretty up to date on. See to keep your woman satisfied you have to know her body, inside and out. I know that some women and this is true in the case of my wives, tend to be extremely horny in the days leading up to their periods, which meant with all of them starting only days apart my dick usually got a workout around about the middle of the month.
"Janine."
She turned accusing eyes on me; I know that look, I'd fucked up somehow in her eyes and she was going to nail my ass to the wall.
"What's the problem?"
The way she chopped into the zucchini on the cutting board I knew she was imagining it was my dick. Damn that's vicious.
"I asked you a question." I walked farther into the room as I loosened my tie.
"Why are you buying her a two hundred and fifty thousand dollar bracelet?"