Four Official Couples (Five Years Later)

So... right off the bat, figuring out long term sleeping arrangements was tough. Orgies are awesome, but with Eight adults in a house and ten kids, they take a LOT of prep work. It gets even more difficult when you realize that the vast majority of legal issues aren't set up to handle a group in anything other than a financial way.

Seriously, it would have been easier if we just incorporated. As it was it took far too long with paperwork, deeds, and making backroom deals. I swear, I don't know what doors Nikki's family opened, and at this point, I don't want to know. After trying to butt heads with the local government goons, I'm just happy to have some on my side for a change. All I know is that at the end of it all, we had a place, and we didn't have as many problems.

The next morning I woke up naked, with nude and satisfied women lying about the front room. Nobody had headed back to the bedroom, and the whole night had just been one long cuddle and snuggle combined with occasional sex. And it was amazing. I had found what semblance of clothes I could, even though one of my shirts would never see the light of day again. I had to salute its sacrifice in service against the amazon hordes. The Blue and Green Hawaiian with palm leaves will be missed but its sacrifice was not in vain.

With Maria calling in sick, we had time to make plans. And have sex a few more times. I admit it, we didn't get out of there nearly as fast as we should have because every half an hour one of the gals would feel the urge to "talk" to me about something privately. We finally had to put a kabosh to it when I noted that it was Noon and none of us had even made breakfast yet, or eaten anything other than a snack.

Which is why Nikki ended up missing the wedding entirely. As well as her flight home. Which was how she ended up couch surfing with us for a while. What I thought was only going to be a few days ended up being a few weeks, and low and behold, she ended up moving in when we moved to the new place. Didn't hurt that she spent less time couch surfing and more time bed sleeping.

Maria left quite reluctantly that afternoon, and was a frequent visitor until we finally got the new place and enough space for her to move in as well. She and Nikki seemed to really hit it off in an Olive Oil and Salsa kind of way. Surprisingly tastier than you'd think. Of course, I have been quite happy to experience their brand of affection, and while it's a little more rough than I'm used to these days, totally within my comfort zone. She ran for sheriff last year, and while she didn't win, that good old boy can't last forever. Next time...

Kaila explained about what happened with Carla on the ride home. Particularly Carla's new girlfriend and what they had been up to. Helen wasn't particularly happy to learn that she'd slept with a somebody under false pretenses, but Kaila's apology and honesty combined with Charlotte's knack for making things work smoothed things over a bit. Good thing too, because when we arrived at the apartment in San Francisco, we found that squatters had taken over the whole block.

I didn't even bother calling the cops, as they seemed to have a large backlog of calls, and if somebody wasn't bleeding, they weren't interested. Which was how we ended up with Three couch Surfers, or Four if you count me.

We would have just gone with apartments, but then the pregnancies started showing up. I didn't think I was that fertile, but when Helen and Charlotte both announced, I was stunned. I had grown close to both of them and it was a great feeling when both told me that they had decided to keep the babies. Which started us scrambling looking for five bedrooms.

But then Carla missed a second period, despite being on the pill. Nikki didn't even wait that long, and the two pink lines on her test neatly matched those on Carla's and Joan's. That was the big shocker. During the little foursome at the Inn, it seems that some of my sperm managed to go from my wife into my wife's sister's girlfriend. Best I can figure. Which is how Joan gets to claim to be knocked up by Carla. Or Kaila. We're not really sure which, but as far as she's concerned, she got pregnant with no male involved, and it's kinda a point of pride for her.

Maria just made a joke about being Latina when her baby bump showed up.

Which is how we ended up here. Four Official Couple, living in four official houses. That just happen to have connecting doors. Took a lot of favors to get this place, and we called in nearly every family connection every single woman had to make it work. It's far enough out in the boonies, that nobody asks too many questions.

And Ten kids. That was... a nightmare. If there hadn't been Eight Adults around to provide childcare, I'm pretty sure that one of the kids would have ended up dead from somebody just accidentally tripping and getting trampled in the crowd. As it is, just glad that the kids are finally in kindergarten. Six hours a day break is better than zero.

I can't believe I'm in this situation. Somehow I'm with Six women, and have one in the picture who just sorta tolerates me. One of these days, I'm hoping she'll change her mind, but I'm not gonna hold my breath on it.

I'm busy as hell these days, and don't think I've had more than one or two nights off in years. Not that I'm complaining, but once in a while, I'd just like a little break.

Too much of a good thing can be a special hell of its own.