Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01

... 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. * * * 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 ...