Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 01

... task! What made things even more difficult was the simple fact that I felt compelled to spend an absolute fortune on every single one of them. Winter in Norway could be quite chilly, especially at night - it was -12ºC at the moment (or 10ºF), so it felt good to be home and warm after fighting my way through waves of shoppers earlier in the day. It was also an opportunity to kick back and relax, and get some much-needed rest. Tomorrow, our little entourage would be traveling on an airplane flight across the Atlantic Ocean to first Canada, then the United States. Why? A mere seven days from now - in Cincinnati - Trish and Lindsay were going to marry each other in what promised to be a memorable church ceremony. Like everyone else, I could not wait for it to happen! "I got you a new book to read today while at the store, Jeremy," Kristanna, who was one of my three wives, said to me with a vibrant smile as Pamela and I stepped into the theater room. "You can read it on the flight tomorrow if you like." Kristanna held up its cover and showed it to me. "It's a book about being a father, with tips and advice." Standing at my side, Pamela chuckled and smirked at me. "Oh, yeah. You need all the help you can get with that, Jeremy. Not only do you have Kaden and Piper as children now, but Amy is five weeks pregnant and Lindsay wants you to get her pregnant too." Pamela paused, then shook her head emphatically. "By this time next year, there will be four screaming and crying babies ...

... ruling this house, and YOU will be the father of all of them. At least four..." I laughed, unsure what to make of that vision. "What if Devon, Trish and Scarlett suddenly want to become pregnant?" "Trish already does want to become pregnant," Pamela informed me. "She just hasn't told you yet." "Oh really?" Pamela nodded again. "Trish and Lindsay want you to get them both pregnant at the same time, so they give birth around the same time. But you didn't hear that from me." Exasperated for a split-second, I shook my head and lightly growled. "You girls must think I'm a machine." "You're the only man amongst seven women," Kristanna reminded me, reaching out with both arms and signaling for me to come closer to her. "Eventually you will have to get all of us pregnant - some of us two or three times each." She waved her arms about in an exaggerated manner toward me and concluded, "You know we all want to be mommies." Once I closed the distance between us, Kristanna embraced me lovingly and pulled me down into a kneeling position just in front of her. After the mutual hug lingered for a good 20 or 30 seconds, Kristanna retrieved Kaden - my son and first-born child - from the portable baby bed next to her and extended him to me. I gingerly took him into my arms. "Be very gentle," Kristanna advised me. "Kaden has been cranky and upset most of the day, but he seems settled down now and in much better spirits. Don't want to upset him." "Kaden will be fine with me," I assured her. ...