Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01

... She was not married and finally happy, but now also a mother. "Aren't you the sweetest, little thing?" I commented, laying Piper down in her crib and then wrapping her into a baby blanket. She had difficulties sleeping in the crib unless the blanket was all nice and snug around her body. Her doctor theorized that Piper missed the cozy comfort of her mother's uterus, and did not like being put down into a big, open space where she could flail about so easily. Thus, we took the doctor's advice and kept Piper bundled up in a lightweight blanket. So far, the tactic was working. Piper must have felt safe and confined in the blanket. She had been sleeping much better in the crib as of late. "You actually got her to sleep?" Pamela whispered with a grin, stepping into the room. "Ohhhhh." Pamela continued smiling as she strolled over to the crib and glanced down at our precious daughter. "Isn't she something special?" I planted a simple kiss upon my wife's lips. "Piper is going to be your twin one day, sweetheart. She is the most beautiful baby girl in the whole, wide world. Never in my wildest dreams could I have asked for a more beautiful baby girl. But look at who her Mommy is. It's understandable." Pamela offered me a smile, then leaned down and planted the most gentle of kisses upon Piper's forehead. "That is our little pumpkin, Jeremy. I still cannot believe that she is my daughter. To just know... that I carried her inside of me for OVER nine months. And now, she is alive, and ...

... perfectly healthy. I still cannot believe it. You and I helped make a life, Jeremy. Think of that. We helped make a LIFE!" "Our love for each other is what made that life," I told her. Thinking ahead, I laughed. "Whenever Piper asks us where babies come from - maybe ten years from now - that is going to be our answer. A man and a woman has a baby when they love each other. It's a great answer." "Whoa... one step at a time," Pamela giggled, her voice gentle. "Piper still has her first word and first steps ahead of her. It's a little early to start thinking about what to say when she asks about the birds and the bees." "You have a point there..." I conceded. Pamela wrapped both arms around my shoulders and smiled once again. "Come on, Jeremy. Let's go to the theater room. The baby monitor will let us know if Piper wakes up and starts crying." Pamela kissed me and coyly added, "Kristanna is waiting for us there." * * * Pamela was not my only wife, nor the only woman who lived with me and I helped care for. Piper was not my only newborn child, either. My life, as you may imagine, was as hectic and as busy as ever. And it kept getting more frantic each day. I spent eight hours Christmas shopping for my collection of three wives, one fiancee and three girlfriends earlier in the day, all of whom resided here on the farm in Norway with me and shared our lives together as one. Christmas shopping for seven women - each with their own individual interests and wish list - was not an easy ...