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  I eased my hand under the sheet and over her sweet firm ass until my finger found her pussy from behind she wasn’t wearing any panties under the too tight shirt that showed off her milky tits.

  "Lift up." I had her get to her knees, spread eagled with the sheet gone, her ass in the air pussy opened and ready. Using my thick finger I played in her pussy while forcing my thumb in her ass. She twitched and moaned spreading her legs even wider.

  "Fuck yeah...." She moaned as I finger fucked her harder. I started tonguing her pussy just the way I knew she liked but just as she started to get into it I pulled my tongue from her hungry cunt.

  I bit into her ass cheek none too gently as I kept my fingers moving in her ass my cock was hard as fuck already so I knelt behind her and rubbed the head up and down between the folds of her pussy dipping the tip in and pulling back out. By the third or fourth time she caught on and tried to turn around but I held her down forcefully with my hand on her head.

  "Stay."

  I stroked my cock quickly as my eyes remained transfixed on her pussy as it tried to draw my meat in. With just the bare tip I worked her clit and her hole while stroking my cock; in other words I used her pussy to masturbate until I felt my cum rising with a tingling down my spine. I sprayed her pussy and asshole with my cum until I was empty.

  "Go to your room." I slapped her ass hard.

  She jumped from the bed full of piss and vinegar.

  "Asshole."

  "Right back at you and if you keep this up you'll get a spanking, and not the kind you like either, now go."

  She flounced from the room probably thinking up ways to maim my ass but too bad, they had to learn that no one controlled me, no one.

  Chapter 4

  Saturday morning found me in the pool with the older kids; they had on all their gear as we sat in the kiddie side of the pool so they could splash to their hearts' content. I only had to stop Chelsea from drowning one or the other of her brothers like ten times, it was coming to my attention that the females in this family had way too much attitude even this one, damn.

  "Chels, why do you think that it's cool to sit on your brother's head?"

  "Damien bad."

  "Oh yeah, what'd he do?"

  "He a boy boys asshole jerks."

  What the fuck?

  "Really sweetie, did you see that on the TV?" I knew damn good and well where she'd heard it.

  "Nuh uh, momma says it."

  "Really baby, which momma says it, come here let me tie your suit."

  I couldn't let her know I was grilling her, she was proving to be a slippery one too, too many damn females I can't wait for my boys to grow the fuck up so I'd have some reinforcements around here my ass was outnumbered.

  She plopped down on my legs so I could tie the string around her neck. " So was it momma Marcy?"

  "Nuh uh." She laid back on my chest and started playing with her toes.

  "Momma Anna says it."

  Uh huh, thought so; I'm sure the culprit in question probably hadn't been aware of the little ears in the vicinity when she'd been spouting off, but that was no excuse, we all knew to be careful of certain things. I'm no prude but I don't want my little princess to have a gutter mouth before she even reached Pre School.

  The women were nowhere to be found as was the custom on Saturday mornings, it was daddy time, the weekends were about the only time they had to catch a breath, though each took turns watching over all the kids throughout the day during the week, they never really had any me time. They used Saturdays to get their hair and nails and shit done which was cool by me because by the time they get back it will be complaint hour. That's the hour they spent telling me everything that was wrong, it's like they saved that shit up for the weekends when they had my undivided attention.

  I let the kids do their thing while I sat in contemplation; things seemed to be going a little haywire here lately and I'm not much for chaos, I like order and structure, it's how I've made my millions and turned them into billions at a very young age. I like to think ahead, plan for every contingency where I could. This latest thing with Janine's mom is the last in a long line of shit storms she's tried to brew in my family, in the past I've pretty much let things blow over because her petty shit was just that, petty bullshit; but now it seems she was stepping up her game, her discord had caused some issues that stretched beyond me and her daughter, I have to nip that shit in the bud.

  Feeding time in this burg is a hassle for sure, my little helper Chelsea makes a mess that I have to clean up afterwards but daddy would never tell her that she wasn't helping, nah, she was too cute with her little head leaning to the side in concentration as she spread peanut butter on a slice of bread that somehow ends up all over her and the table.

  The twins who thank heavens were pretty good boys were starting to fuss because they wanted their bottles. I set the other three boys up in their seats, the two year olds were in their special seats too even though they complained boisterously every time they had to sit in them. Chelsea had a strap in booster and the twins still laid in their inside carriers on top of the table.

  With the others chowing down on PBJ sandwiches and chips to keep them occupied I held two bottles to the two little mouths as my greedy pigs went to town. Damn my boys were bruisers, all my kids were big babies, but these two had a little extra, made me wonder how Anna dealt with them at feeding time since she was still nursing and if the way they pulled on these bottles was any indication then she was a real trooper.

  Nap time couldn't get here fast enough to suit me, I had some things to do but I'd heard enough horror stories to know you couldn't leave young kids alone no matter how quick you thought you were going to be. Chelsea was the first one out so I tucked her in with one of her pink bears before it was the boys' turns. Damien still slept in a crib while Jon and Russ had their little Batman car beds. This room had been built specifically for this, so all the kids could sleep here until they aged out so to speak. We'd figured age four was old enough to rotate them from the nursery to their own rooms. Chelsea was almost on her way out but the boys still had a ways to go, plus I hadn't bred anyone in over a year so I’m thinking something had to give pretty soon.

  Janine is my breeder usually, seems like every time I even sneeze in her direction she gets nailed, Marcy seems to be having problems getting pregnant again it's something she's brought up to me a thousand times and no matter how much I tell her that there's nothing wrong with her she still stresses. It breaks my heart to see her cry over some shit we can't control, when Anna had gotten pregnant with the twins last year right after Janine had had Damien it had been hard on Marce, I'd spent plenty of nights reassuring her not to mention trying my best to rectify the situation. Marcy had some fucked up idea that the more children we had together the closer we'd be, by that estimation I should be closer to Janine and now Anna than her, I didn't understand that shit and didn't try to. When dealing with multiple wives you learned quick to stay the fuck away from certain things because when a female got something stuck in her fucking head you'd need a stick of dynamite to blast that shit out.

  I went to my home office and turned on the monitors so I could keep an eye on the rugrats, the little shits had power napping down to a science and I didn't want anyone crawling out of bed and toddling down the stairs.

  First order of business was going over the weekly expenses, getting people's allowances situated for the coming week, seriously, I don't know what my women did with their money because I bought all their shit. Jewelry, clothes, designer bags and all the little odds and ends that women seemed to need to make them feel like women.

  The kids' shit were a given, I made sure my kids were set, spoilt fuckers. It didn't take me long to go over this shit, it's just something I did to keep track of what was needed where. We had to do a huge grocery shopping every two weeks or so, we usually did that as a family, I think that's where we get most of our stares because as much as we don't broadcast, we don't hide either. So it coul
d happen that Anna would be holding my hand down one aisle and Marcy or Janine the next. Most people would stare but no one ever approached. There were lots of whispers and I'm sure speculation but we were left pretty much alone.

  I had the bills set up for automatic withdrawal except for credit card purchases and shit like that. So that was half my job done, I took care of the two household credit cards that were in all our names, again because I didn't want to deal with the favoritism bullshit and then moved on to transferring funds. I'm the only one who messed with our finances, the wives were more than welcome to take a look anytime they wanted but they couldn't touch. There was a reason behind that shit, you see, Janine and Marcy are pretty good with handling money, Anna not so much, I'm not sure if it’s because she didn't have much growing up and they had or what, but the girl could blow through hundreds of thousands of dollars in a few hours time. To say this freaked the others out the one and only time she'd done it is an understatement. There'd been more screaming and tears and name calling bullshit surrounding the situation that I'd ended up risking my manhood and stepping into the fray. The end result was that none of them any longer had access to the accounts, I'd set up a household account with a cap on it that was for emergencies and shit, Anna had been banned from the computer for two months, I think that more than anything had cured her of her shit that now that I think of it she gets me to do her dirty work these days. Fucking girl.

  I spent some time digging into one Elizabeth Stanton's public profile, nothing too deep but I think I might want to take her seriously this time. Her brand of crazy didn't seem to abate over time like I'd originally thought so I was going to have all my ducks in a row when and if she popped shit off, I also had to seriously sit my wife down and get it through her head that this shit was serious, I'm not sure she got it from my little speech yesterday and I know from experience that no one could fuck her high on life worse than her good old mom. That bitch was miserable and wanted everyone around her to be the same, at least that's the best I could come up with, anyone who could hate children had to be seriously fucked in the head.

  There wasn't much more there than the shit I already knew but that's about what I'd expected. I saved everything I could find on line including her charitable chairs, her husband's business dealings that had been lauded over time and anything that could be of interest. If things persisted I'd see about doing a deeper dig or hiring someone else to.

  I hadn't realized so much time had gone by while I sat there until I heard the women downstairs. At least there was laughter and joviality instead of screaming so I'm guessing they'd had a good time at the spa. Damn my dick got hard already, usually a trip to the spa meant freshly waxed pussies and oiled skin with sweet smelling shit that never failed to make me want to chew the shit out of them. I wonder which one of them was going to get caught in my crosshairs first.

  Chapter 5

  Ahh, the sweet Janine it was.

  She came in looking all shiny and buffed, hair bouncing in those big fat curls I loved to bury my face in. Down boy, we have business with this one first.

  "Had a good day?"

  "Yes we did, how were the kids?"

  "The kids were good, where're your sisters?"

  "Checking in on the kids."

  "Good come in and close the door." She closed and locked the door; this way if one of the others came up here they'd know we weren't to be disturbed.

  I sat back in my chair and studied her as she stood in front of my desk, I didn't want this to disintegrate into a screaming match where nothing got resolved and she walked away feeling helpless, so I had to choose my words carefully.

  "Now that we're both calm you want to tell me what happened yesterday?"

  She folded her arms and set her mouth mutinously, not this shit again.

  "Babe seriously that stance you're about to take is only going to get you fucked and not in a good way, lose the atti and tell your man what the fuck is wrong, I can't fix shit if I don't know shit."

  "I don't know what's wrong, I was talking to mom and..."

  "Stop right there, how many times have we had this conversation? How many times have we come to the same conclusion? What your mother thinks is not conducive to this family, anyone who's only going to spread hate and venom can't be too fucking sane so why in the fuck you'd want to listen to that shit is beyond me."

  "But she does have a point Bradley, I mean how do I know that you're not going to wake up one day and decide that you'd rather just be with one of the others? I mean they're both younger and prettier than I am so I'm pretty sure I'll lose there."

  "Babe are you fucking shitting me right now? You can't be serious, what the fuck?"

  "These things happen all the time in conventional marriages so I don't see the big leap."

  I'm not sure who I was taking to right now so I thought it best to hold my peace and let her get all of her shit out before I tore her a new one.

  "Go on, I'm listening."

  She paced back and forth arms folded, as she too seemed to be choosing her words carefully.

  When she finally turned to face me she seemed to have her shit together in her head.

  "I think I need to have more of a say in certain things."

  "Like what per se?"

  My tone in no way gave away the fact that I wanted to strangle her ass for being stupid, either her crazy fuck mother had done a real number on her or she'd finally lost it.

  "I don't know, like expenditures for one I mean somebody has to rein it in, if you're going to be buying quarter of a million dollar bracelets every month for Anna and twenty thousand dollar ATVs for Marcy then I think someone with a steady head should be overseeing things."

  "And you think you're more qualified than I am, me who amassed millions while still in college and went on to turn those millions into billions? Carry on."

  I could see my little interruption had stumped her but she was nothing if not tenacious.

  "Well that's different, it seems that when it comes to your women you lose all sense and I'm afraid that one day it's going to land us in trouble, I'm only thinking of the children here."

  "Anything else bothering you sweetheart?"

  "No I think that's about it for now."

  "Okay first, you've lost your fucking mind plain and simple, I thought you'd had enough time last night and this morning to see how skewed your thinking was but I was wrong, you've gone around the fucking bend if you think I'll let you control what I do or don't do for my wives. I noticed you don't mention the shit I've bought you in that lineup and since I'm not as fucked in the head as you seem to be I'm not going to throw that shit in your face. I had no idea you were this selfish Jan, you're keeping tabs on what I buy your sisters now? We have to keep a tally? Fuck that, my money my wives I'll do what the fuck I want there, as for you looking out for my kids' implying that I'm not, I find that shit not only fuck stupid but insulting."

  She wasn't looking so full of herself anymore, she had to have known that I was going to shoot her ass down I mean seriously did she not know me at all?

  "Why can't you understand my point?"

  "Because you don't have one you're talking out of Elizabeth's ass, you have never gone without since you've been mine, not once, name one thing you wanted that I denied you, tell me what's missing in my kids' lives, go on tell me."

  "I don't know how to make you understand..."

  "Talk plainly, don't beat around the bush just say whatever the fuck it is you have to say and maybe then I'll understand because that shit right there that you're feeding me is pure bullshit."

  "Do you want out, is that it?"

  Her eyes flew wide and she approached the desk, I guess she was recalling me telling her yesterday she could leave.

  "No, no I don't, I just feel like I've lost all control all say in our lives, when it was just us...."

  "It hasn't been just us for a long time babe." I knew better than to entertain that train of thought no fucking way.

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p; "I know, I miss that, I don't hate Marcy and Anna or anything like that, I love our life I do, it's just sometimes it gets to be too much and I need you to understand when that happens."

  I studied her trying to see where her head was at, that last bit was her the rest hadn't been. I understood needing reassurance, whether I had three wives or just one, women always seemed to be in need of reassurance, they needed to feel special, that's why we had one on one time. Though we didn't operate on a time schedule they each let me know what they needed from me and I made sure I gave it, if there was any overlap I usually let them work that shit out amongst themselves because again I didn't want it to seem like I was choosing favorites or some shit, women could find hidden meanings in every damn thing. Unless of course one situation was more serious than the other then I obviously went with the emergency first.

  "Do you think I stopped loving you when I married Marcy?"

  She held her head down and rung her hands, we'd been here before too and if I didn't find a way we'd be here again and again. I didn't have a yardstick to go by, none of my friends lived this way and very few of them even knew about my life and that was solely because of necessity. The few who knew that gave a shit would ask me questions like how the fuck do you deal with three when I can barely handle one? They'd even made reference to the fact that I was crazy but none of the ones I'd shared with had judged. My younger friends in that equation couldn't get past the sexual aspects of the arrangement; they pretty much thought we were just constantly fucking all day everyday. Assholes.

  "I don't think you stopped, you just shared what had been all mine up until then."

  "Have I ever lied to you Jan? Did I not lay his shit out before I even touched you?"

  "Yes but..."

  "But what, you thought I'd change my mind? I told you when I was in my early twenties that this was the life I wanted to lead, I told you you could walk if this was something you didn't think you could handle."