Feature Writer: Mark Gander

Feature Title: Full Circle Halloween

Published: Copyright© 2016 by Mark Gander

Story Codes: Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Ma/Ma, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, BiSexual, Cheating, Group Sex, Harem, Orgy, Polygamy/Polyamory, Swinging, Interracial, White Male, White Female, Hispanic Female, Anal Sex, Analingus, Oral Sex, Pregnancy, Squirting, Doctor/Nurse, Halloween, Revenge

Synopsis: Pissed at his girlfriend on Halloween (also his birthday), David Rosenberg went early to a friend’s house ahead of their costume party, and things just got wilder from there, leading to a new way of life and an old flame whose love still burned hot for him.

 

Full Circle Halloween

So, there I was, at a party going stag, a Halloween bash, of all things! Now, bear in mind that Halloween itself is my birthday and it happened to fall on a Saturday that year. I had just broken up with Selina, my girlfriend of two months, over something that I thought was petty, but she deemed a catastrophe. She had seriously overreacted and committed the unpardonable sin when dating me: physical violence. She had slapped me, I considered that to be abuse, and I told her so as I walked out on her.

Luckily, I was due to show up at my buddy Jared’s Halloween cosplay party in just a couple of hours, so I arrived early, much to the surprise of Jared and his newlywed wife Jamie. They already had my costume laid out for me, thankfully, being the good friends that they were. Jamie, who was actually the most experienced cos-player in our inner circle, had helped me select my outfit, which was Zorro, complete with his sword and whip.

“Kinky!” Jamie told me with a playful smile on her face.

“Yes, well, you can always keep it for Jared to use later, if you both wish. It’s the least that I can do for you guys. I owe you especially a lot, not to mention him,” I thanked her with all sincerity, as this was a very useful escape for me from my relationship woes.

“Yeah, well you can thank me in bed later. Why make my husband do all the hard work? It’s you who owes me the favor, not Jared. I love and enjoy him, but I need to stray now and then and he knows it!” Jamie assured me with a kiss that promised that she wasn’t joking.

“He knows that you fuck other men and accepts it? He would be cool with his best friend screwing his own wife? I was best man at your wedding! Wow!” I exclaimed in astonishment.

“Yes, and don’t think that I’m unaware that Jared and you both fucked the stripper during his bachelor party. I know because the stripper was my friend Alexia. Sweet girl, that one, and yes, she really is a stripper. Jared knew that I planned to fuck the male stripper and did, because I told him so. I knew that he would regard it as a hall pass to fuck someone else, and he was right.

“That was hardly the first time we’ve fooled around with others. It’s not a completely open marriage, mind you. It’s just that each of us knows that some occasions are good to give each other permission to let our hair down and get some strange. So we both have occasional hall passes for each other, generally at any kind of party that involves drinking.

“Hell, during our honeymoon, while it was just the two of us for most days, on the last night of the cruise, we attended a party together and I ended up being gang-banged, while he did the social director. I couldn’t blame him and vice versa. It’s just in those situations, it’s best to suspend the rules and let yourself totally relax.

“Actually, we met at a cosplay convention during a gang-bang. He got my number later, while most of the guys scrambled away as fast as they could. He was the smart one. Not afraid to date the slutty superhero, where the others thought as me as not girlfriend material. Just good for parties and such. Jared had a more open mind.

“Anyway, my hall pass and Jared’s both have the same length of time as always: until the next morning. I don’t know who else you and he and I might screw tonight, but I’m honestly hoping for a threesome. You, me, and Jared. After the party dies down. In the marriage bed. Selfish, I know. But we’ve been discussing a possible open or poly marriage, anyway. You would be an obvious candidate for the other man. We’ll explain the details later.

“I’m really happy into double penetration and group sex, whereas Jared has tried the traditional threesome and found he doesn’t want the pressure. When he does other women, it’s often either one on one or part of a gang-bang. Though he did one threesome with Jill and Jackie, but both were bi, which helped a lot. He was able to recharge while Jill ate Jackie out.

“Anyway, enough of that for now. Just know that after the party, you’re welcome to stick around and fuck the lady of the house in the marriage bed. Bareback, too. I know where you live and if you infect me, I will make you atone by becoming my slave for a year. If I infect you, I will return the favor. Jared and I have agreed on that penalty for anyone who infects us or for us if we infect someone else or each other.

“That’s another reason to explore an open marriage. We need to be free to arrange deals like that. But again, we’re still just talking about it right now. Right now, we’re only semi-open,” Jamie elaborated to my amazement, my cock hardening as I listened to her … Especially the part about owning Jamie for a year.

“Anyway, thanks for the costume. Seriously,” I told Jamie as Jared re-entered their spare bedroom.

“You should see what she picked for me,” Jared held out a Lone Ranger costume, which more than caught my attention.

“Nice. Reminds me of the Fred Karger photo where he’s the Lone Ranger, but without pants. I bet that look would be very popular with Jamie and the other ladies,” I teased him.

“Yes, well, Fred Karger have more than that in common. We both like the cock. It’s just that I like pussy even more,” Jared chuckled, grinding playfully against my ass with his bulge sticking out through his boxers.

“Oh, yeah, forgot to tell you that the social director was a man, didn’t I? Jared is bisexual,” Jamie winked at me.

“You think that you know your best friends, and then they still surprise you!” I said as Jamie put on her devil costume, complete with horns, tail, and pitchfork.

I was about to turn my head while she changed, but she laughed and told me, “Honey, sooner or later, you’re going to see me naked. Might as well be now. Vice versa. Jared and I both want to see you in the buff. Emphasis on buff,” she added as she fondled my biceps and pecs.

I had to admit to myself that both Jared and Jamie were a very handsome couple. Jamie’s body was pale, but not sickly, with a nice, healthy figure and sandy hair. Her pussy was bald, much to my shock, as Selina kept her bush trimmed, but still there. Both looks had their advantages. Jared shocked me even further, as he had no pubic hair or ass hair, either, though he had a full beard on his face. His head was shaved as always, of course.

Jared had a nice dick, longer than mine, but slimmer. Mine was shorter, but thicker. His looked even longer due to the lack of forestation, of course. He also had a foreskin, which I didn’t have, due to being Jewish. Jamie’s ass was … well, let me put it this way. It was by far her best physical feature, composed of nice, firm buns with real definition and cleavage to them. Selina’s plump bottom didn’t trouble me, either, but this was a neat contrast and a foretaste of new booty that had been essentially offered up to me on a silver platter.

“Like what you see? At the very least, we should agree to be each other’s booty calls. It’s really what all friends should be, if you think about it. Regardless of gender and sexual orientation. I think that if all friendships came with benefits, this world would be a much better place,” Jamie suggested, while we finished getting dressed.

“My sentiments exactly,” Jared said as he fondled Jamie’s butt through her clothes.

“It’s an interesting perspective on friendship for sure. It would work well if society was prepared to give up monogamy altogether,” I mused as Jamie groped me.

“So that’s a win-win, if you ask me,” Jared laughed as we headed to the kitchen, where Jamie made some sandwiches to give us something in our stomachs before we drank.

That was when I got a text from Selina, which contained a sad face and a message stating, “Are you coming home tonight? I can give you a birthday spanking, baby.”

“I’m at a party, not saying where, we’re done, and I plan to move out soon. For good. We broke up, remember?” I replied, realizing that Selina hadn’t taken my break-up announcement on its face … Women, why do they not only not mean what they say, but also doubt that we men mean what we say?

“That was just a silly fight. Just like you spoke in anger and said that silly bit about me slapping being abuse. I’m sorry that I slapped you, but I didn’t beat you up. It wasn’t abuse. Girls do that all the time. If I had punched you or hit you, that would have been abuse,” Selina informed me of her views.

“So if I had slapped you, that wouldn’t be abuse?” I retorted.

Seven minutes later, while washing down the corned beef sandwiches with coffee that Jamie so nicely brewed, I got a response text.

“But guys aren’t supposed to slap girls. That’s just … different!”

I shook my head and showed that to Jared and Jamie, both of whom scoffed.

“I have half a mind to turn her over my knee and spank her big butt black and blue. See what she thinks of girls hitting other girls!” Jamie snickered, winking at me, “Seriously, this girl of yours isn’t bad. She’s not evil. She’s immature and used to getting her way all the time. I bet that you even spoiled her rotten, she pushed you too far, and she now realizes that she mistook your sweetness for weakness. I see it with girls all the time.

“Jared’s ex-girlfriend was like that, too. Well, his last one, the one that he dumped when he got with me. In case you’re wondering, it’s not that I wouldn’t have shared him. It’s that there is no way in hell that she would have and we both knew it. Rhonda was all about Rhonda. It turned out that she cheated on him frequently and then got mad because he fucked me at that convention! Fuck her!”

“No thanks!” I laughed in response, “Yeah, Selina’s … a bit pampered. Partly my fault, as you said. I loved her very much and took great care of her, but at some point, she stopped being grateful and took me for granted, wanting even more and thinking herself entitled to things at my expense. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had cheated on me, but to be fair, I always get revenge when a girl cheats on me.

“I don’t believe in monogamy, anyway. It’s just something that I’ve had to endure because society is in denial that we’re fucking primates, that’s all. I don’t worry about if the revenge affair is good for the relationship. I’m not doing it for the relationship. I’m doing it for me, for my own self-respect, so as not to be the schmuck that gets played, the cuckold standing around with his horns planted firmly on his head. Fuck the relationship! It’s only worth saving if it’s good for both of us, not just her. Otherwise, a relationship is nothing but poison that slowly kills you from the inside out.”

“Another good reason to fuck me tonight. Maybe even fuck Jared as well,” Jamie told me mischievously, “I agree with you. Turnabout is fair play. Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Retribution all the way and vengeance is mine, not some sky god’s. I’m an atheist, anyway.”

“I’m a very secular Jew. No time for religion. If God exists, he’s let man warp his message so long that he’s probably hiding out in shame. Fuck him! I’ll live as I please and deal with the consequences if they ever happen. Yeah, so I’m jaded! What else is new?” I chuckled now, while Jamie stroked my hand and Jared played footsie with her.

I sent back a text saying, “Face it. We’re done. I don’t agree with you about this and never will. You were cute and fun and I loved you very much, but you’ve become someone I don’t know anymore. I don’t love that person that you’ve become. If you were your old self, perhaps, but there would have to be some changes before I would take you back. We’ve had a relationship on what was basically your terms. Next time, it would be on mine.”

“Well, you told her! Anyway, look at the time! Let’s get ready for the party! Oh, and if you stick around until tomorrow, you’ll get the birthday cake that Selina should have gotten you yesterday. What kind of girlfriend forgets her boyfriend’s birthday cake, anyway? If she didn’t have time to make it, at least buy it!” Jamie winked at me again.

“Or put icing on her ass and let me lick it off her,” I laughed as we got ready.

“Oh, a butt man, are you? You like to eat, spank, and fuck ass, don’t you? You’re all about that bass, as Meghan Trainor sang. Plenty of ass right here, sweetie, as Jared can attest. He loves my tush, don’t you, babe?” Jamie asked her husband, who grinned and did the thumbs-up.

“Damn, woman, you’ve got some wild ideas!” I chuckled as we prepared for the Halloween bash.

It was definitely a hit, this party. By the time that most of the guests had arrived, the first ones were already a bit buzzed, including yours truly, who had downed two bottles of Killian’s, along with some kamikaze mix in a classic red cup (you know, like the ones in Toby Keith’s notorious music video). I didn’t even know what was in said mix, but in short order, my sword and whip both ended up disappearing on me (some Zorro I was, right) and I was off in the same spare bedroom as before with a girl wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask. I could tell that she had an olive complexion, which was a real turn-on and she was about average height and weight for a woman in what was probably her late 20s or early 30s. She also looked a bit familiar, but I couldn’t place where I knew her.

In any case, I started to go down on her and she lost any appearance of self-control, especially once my tongue reached the crack of her ass. For the next half-hour or so, she was a wild woman, riding me, bending over for me, letting me eat her pussy and ass between fucks, all for a complete stranger who wore a Zorro costume. Nothing that I wanted was denied me, and I didn’t hesitate to tickle her fancies, quite literally in the moment when she wanted me to use feathers on her. I even got to use her ass, bareback, no less, pounding her bottom for the hell of it with each stroke, making her squirm, squirt, and scream her pleasure in response.

This stranger’s pussy was warm enough, but her asshole was a sauna and she bathed my dick in its heat intensely with every thrust. I even licked her butt after I came inside her and it still tasted as sweet as before, though with a salty flavor added to it: my own jizz. We fucked the time away so well that Jamie slipped in unnoticed and watched us after deciding to search for me due to my conspicuous absence from the festivities. I kept fucking the stranger in the Phantom mask, unaware of our audience, when I saw her ring … her wedding band.

“You’re married?” I expressed surprise.

“Yes … to you, David. I’m Sana, your wife. Remember me?” she pulled off her mask and revealed that it really was her.

“We divorced, Sana. Remember, your parents wanted you to marry a Muslim guy, not a Jew like me. Grown woman, a nurse, and your parents wanted to treat you like a child nonetheless. And you just went along with it,” I reminded her.

“I remember a lot of things. I remember days and nights at the hospital, you and me getting it on secretly on breaks. I remember me sneaking in after you peed and washed your hands, just so I could suck your cock. I remember that time behind the copier, when you ate me out while I stood behind it as Dr. Courtney lectured me on some protocol BS, the whole time, my scrub bottoms were down, your tongue was between my cheeks, and I had to fight hard not to make it obvious that someone was rimming my ass! I was always a devoted nurse, even then, but you were like this drug that I had to have, and the monkey was always on my back to have you.

“After a while, I decided that I just couldn’t stand to not be in your bed and in your arms. I had to marry you, whatever it took. So, yes, I made it appear that I would comply, I even got the divorce papers served on you, at work, no less! I remember … I remember that I got you, got both of us, fired for fraternization because we worked together as man and wife. I also remember getting the papers back from you, tearing them up, and refusing to serve you again. Our divorce never went through, dear.

“I still wanted to be your wife, always did, so I followed you to your next job, and then your next, living however I could. Mostly short-term work in free clinics and places like that. They didn’t pay much, but I wasn’t looking to settle down until I found you. I’ve spent the last two years tracking you down, and I finally found you. Look up the records of the new nurses hired at your hospital in the past six months. I’m there. You just didn’t see me yet. I knew that you had other women, but that wasn’t the point. Hell, I slept with other men to scratch the itch, but it’s always been about you.

“Can you honestly tell me, after fucking me again, that you don’t want your wife back, your secret, Kurdish wife, who just wants to be a wife to you in fact as well as in name? Please, David. Please, take me back! You know that I love you and will treat you very well! I know that you sometimes strayed. So did I. Then again, despite the wedding vows, I never promised or asked for fidelity. I just wanted your love … and well, your cock and your tongue, too. And that fine ass of yours! Damn, it’s good! I want to share a bed with you again, feel your arms around me. I’m sorry that I got us fired, by the way. What do you say?” Sana told me with a very passionate kiss, and then she saw Jamie with us.

“I’d recommend going for it. But I still want my pound of flesh, at least tonight. Maybe more if Sana doesn’t mind it. What do you think, Sana? You admitted that your marriage was not that strictly monogamous, and neither is mine to Jared, as David knows. Sweetie, some folks just aren’t cut out for monogamy, fidelity, all that jazz. That’s true of me. It’s true of Jared. And it’s true of our sweet stud here. Just think of it as a collector’s fee for helping you get your man back,” Jamie winked at both of us, while Sana reached out to her, to kiss her on the lips.

“Hey, if it weren’t for this party and all, I wouldn’t even stand a chance of getting him into bed, let alone back together with me. Sweetie, he’s a truly delicious man … I cannot blame you for craving him. You have some kind of arrangement with your husband, right? Some kind of deal. I wouldn’t mind it if David wants to reconcile on those terms. Look, if we weren’t all that faithful to each other last time, there’s no reason to start over that way, is there? We’re already breaking all of the taboos. A Jew and a Muslim together is not exactly something that our communities like very much, from either end.

“If that is, David wants me back. I swear, David, I will take you back, whatever the cost or price. I screwed up by filing for divorce, serving you at work, and getting you fired. I’m really, really sorry. I didn’t think ahead on that. I was just trying to make a big scene to get my family off my back. I never intended to go through with it, but I guess that I never did anything to make that known to you. Whatever it takes, David. Just take me back. Let me be yours again,” Sana begged me as I took her into my arms.

“Okay, but to be fair, I suppose that I have to take my girlfriend back, too, if she doesn’t mind dealing with my wife. If she does mind, then hard cheese on her. You’re willing to share. If she’s not, that’s her loss. And, yes, I do want to get it on with Jamie and Jared tonight, after the party. What do you think of that? Want to watch or join in or something? Or confront Selina with my terms. I think that you would be the perfect messenger for them, living proof that I can be reasonable with you, if you are with me. Or you can wait and deliver it with me tomorrow. Spend the night here with me, Jamie, and Jared. If they’re cool with it, that is,” I proposed.

“Honey, stick around, let’s have some fun, and if you want to hop on Jared’s dick, I’m sure that he’ll help out, just as he is helping some lucky bitch out right now with her needs. A menage a trois is terrific, a foursome is even better, and if we can convince Selina to mend her ways, we might even get a five-way situation here. Plenty of pussy and cock for all, and if you wish, you can all just move in with us. I know that Jared and I have only talked about it, but it sounds better by the second, and I don’t think that he’ll be hard to sell on it. We were already talking of an MFM triad. Why not a larger poly deal? It would be great for us, especially since otherwise, Jared and you would both want to stray now and then to get some extra pussy. I couldn’t complain, since I’d be getting plenty of cock. Want to try it out? At least the four of us, possibly five?” Jamie encouraged us.

“I’m game,” I smiled, as Sana put her hands in mine.

“I’m your wife, David. I will take what comes with the territory. For better or worse. Girlfriends, boyfriends, friends with benefits, booty calls. Hookers, even. I’m playing for keeps. I threw you away once. It was the worst mistake of my life. I’m your wife, and come hell or high water, I’m always going to be your wife. You’re my husband and my loyalty is to you, above anyone else. Period. I’ll do whatever it takes, whatever your kink or fetish, just to be yours. Just to know that I have you and can fall asleep in your arms. That I can wake up to your face in the morning. That I can ride your morning wood or drain your balls into my thirsty throat,” Sana swore to me in front of Jamie, who took us both by the hand and led us back to the bed.

“Sweetie, mind if we start the sharing now? I’ll explain it to Jared later, but I badly want your husband’s dick inside me. I’m collecting the debt early,” Jamie told us, as she pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me for more sex.

“Hope that you don’t mind the pills that I put in your drink. I wanted you to perform and so you have. I wanted you to be able to fuck me all night long. Being a nurse has its uses,” Sana laughed as she sat on my face and let me eat her ass.

“Could you slip some to Jared, too?” Jamie asked her.

“I already did. I did it for all of the men. I wanted them to be able to keep going all night, for girlfriends, wives, strangers, etc. Plus, I wasn’t sure which cup my dear husband would grab. Dangerous, sure, but only for those with heart conditions. There is a slim risk of priapism, too, but I have the skills to deal with that. From what I can tell, none of the guys here have that problem, do they? Oh, God, I missed that tongue! Oh, baby, you do it just right! That tongue loves my ass and my ass loves it back,” Sana egged me on to rim her some more, squirming on my face.

As always, I really got into licking Sana’s butt, devouring her for the sheer joy of it, while Jamie continued to ride my prick. I could feel every stroke as Jamie moved her hips and bounced up and down on my cock. The intensity of this encounter, particularly as I got to feel Jamie’s snatch around my dick and to taste Sana’s sweet booty, was only increased when I heard a voice in the background.

“Starting without me, are you?” Jared laughed, mockingly wagging a scolding finger at his wife, before he lubed up his cock and eased his way into my asshole.

“Well, you know me. I’m a horny little slut. Speaking of which, how about we make our marriage officially open? Seems to be heading that way. In fact, I want to invite David, Sana, and possibly David’s girlfriend Selina, to join us in a very nice, cozy, and crowded marriage bed. How does that sound to you? Two men, yes, as planned, but two or three women as well, not just one. Don’t even try to tell me that you don’t want this, because I know you better than that,” Jamie proposed while riding my cock some more.

“On the condition that it’s all consensual, and that we can keep fooling around with others, if we so wish,” Jared countered.

“Done!” Jamie agreed, before losing any self-control due to my dick inside her and the awareness that I was getting buggered by her husband while Sana and she used me.

“Agreed if David okays it!” Sana moaned, as I licked her asshole yet again and gave my thumbs-up sign.

“I’d call that a yes!” Jamie exclaimed, just before cumming and squeezing my prick so hard that there was no chance for my cum to avoid being extracted from my balls.

I let out a wild shot of jizz deep inside my best friend’s wife, just as Sana came from my feverish eating of her fine bottom. She squirted more than a little and rose timidly, sore and afraid that she had peed on my face, but I winked to assure her that I was okay. I gestured for Jamie and her to play with Jared a bit, and sure enough, they began fondling, even fingering his ass, forcing him to cum rather deep inside my rather sore butt. We all dropped from exhaustion for a second, letting our hearts return to normal beating, as we recovered from the sheer intensity of the orgy that we just had.

“Okay, I think that we need to clean up and return to the party before everyone starts looking for us. Still, all in all, it was some of the wildest sex I’ve ever had,” Jared chuckled, while Jamie licked her lips and gave him a fierce soul kiss on his mouth.

“Honey, I think that you have a new ‘honey-do’ list that has nothing to do with household chores. Might want to start taking some real vitamins, babe,” Jamie teased him.

“Yes, dear,” Jared only half-seriously replied.

Jared was such an easygoing guy, and while Jamie wasn’t the most demanding sort of wife, she did seem to know how to coax him into granting her wishes much of the time. If she was dominant, it was a subtle kind of control. Forget wearing the pants in the marriage. Neither of them kept pants on long enough to worry about that too much. If they did any whips, chains, or leather, it was all kept to the bedroom and for fun, not as a 24/7 fem dom marriage. They certainly weren’t an According To Jim or Cosby Show marriage, either. Jared was far from stupid. He was just very laid-back and gregarious, a fun-loving, gentle giant sort of fellow.

“Oh, God, man … Our friendship has certainly taken on some new benefits, hasn’t it, bro?” I teased him a bit, while Sana giggled in a way that you wouldn’t expect from a highly professional registered nurse.

“You two just put the romance in bromance, didn’t you?” Sana remarked as she got dressed and actually stole my boxers while handing me her panties.

“By the way, I designed a new kind of underwear for couples who like to share pairs. It’s hopefully going to sell, especially as it also works for the androgynous. I call it Silkers. They’re a cross between boxers and boy shorts, made with silk and designed to feel very smooth without being too soft for the menfolk. I’m thinking, in light of this, though, of coming with multiple pairs for poly groups to share.

“For now, why don’t we all share our undies? I can wear Jamie’s. She can wear Jared’s. Jared can wear David’s. David can wear mine. It can be a wonderful, sensual, and intimate experience, feeling something that someone else just wore against their skin.”

“Sounds good to me,” Jamie told us, easily selling Jared on the idea.

“Be that as it may, we have a party to attend,” I smiled as we all swapped underwear and finished getting dressed to return to the party.

We had barely left the room when I saw a very familiar face there. It was Selina, she was actually in costume, as Smurfette, and she took one look at the four of us before she realized that there was something going on … just as quickly as she realized who I was despite the costume. I braced myself for screams, slapping, shouting, accusations of cheating, but instead she broke down into tears, fearing that we didn’t stand a chance anymore. I reached out and caressed her face, and then she looked at me with real surprise, especially after I planted a kiss on her lips.

“So, my little Smurf, this is the real me. I don’t tolerate violence, okay? Period. If we’re to get back together, no more slapping. Spanking, sure, with consent. Violence is when you don’t agree or consent to it, when it’s done to you against your will. You need to know something more about me. The real me, so you can be with a real person, not an image.

“This is my wife, Sana. I only thought that we were divorced, but she never filed the paperwork, so we’re still married. She wants me back, too. I want to take both of you back, since I’m polyamorous, but we’re also moving in with Jared and Jamie. We’re all into each other, you see. You don’t have to be with them if you don’t wish, but you can if you do. Just know that I’m going to be intimate with all three of them, plus you.

“Just know that I won’t condone violence against me or them. Know that you can only have sex with any of us by mutual consent and vice versa. We’ve all agreed to be a polyamorous group marriage of sorts. We want to include you, if you’re interested, but you can be with any or all of us. None of us will judge you or resent you if you only want some of us or even just one of us, but you are more than welcome to fuck us all. Just know that either way, you’ll be sharing a bed with the four of us if I take you back. Sure, it will get crowded, but we’ll work it out. Maybe we should invest in a larger house with a bigger bedroom. What do you say, my naughty girl?” I asked her directly, even as she put her finger to my lips.

“I promise, I will agree to your terms and never slap you again, either. But I still want to confess that I’ve been cheating on you. It was wrong, but I guess that you’ve gotten your revenge. And I’m pregnant by him. I guess that was why I was so angry at you. My hormones have been crazy and I’ve felt incredible guilt, but he was so insistent that he wanted to marry me, kept telling me what I wanted to hear, and filled my ears with ideas that you were screwing both Jamie and Jared here that I believed him and cheated on you.

“Then I remembered tonight that you did such wonderful things for me for my birthday when it happened, and I had done nothing for you. I remembered that you had done a lot of things, I kept asking for more and not thanking you or giving you anything in return, and I remembered that I had cheated on you. And then, only once he heard that I was pregnant, did he tell me that he didn’t care for me, that it was a lie, and that he made up your cheating to get into my pants, not because he wanted me, but because it was a challenge to seduce a fat girl and get her to cheat on what he then admitted to me was a ‘terrific boyfriend.’

“He also called me stupid for believing his promises. He told me that you were probably gone for good, so I decided to go to the party, damn it, and find out if you’d take me back! I had to know. If you had rejected me, I would have found the first guy too drunk to care that I was fat, yank down his pants, and have my way with him as a last, desperate way to punish you for dumping me. Dumb, perhaps, since I can understand why you’d dump me, but it would hurt, so I would want to lash out,” Selina admitted through her tears.

“What was his name, Selina?” I asked her, point-blank.

“Eric Stanfield, the manager at my shop,” she told me, as I held her for a moment.

“Your boss? What he did could very well be considered sexual harassment, despite you giving into it. He manipulated, pressured, influenced, and otherwise affected your judgment. Yes, you cheated, but you’re only human. I won’t say that I’m not angry. I am. At both of you. But, as long as you are prepared to give up the slapping, agree to be more honest with me, as I will be with you, and agree to treat others with gratitude and respect, just as you wish to be treated, I think that I am willing to give you another chance. Even so, Eric Stanfield has another thing coming if he thinks that he can browbeat and defraud you into sex while you work for him, knock you up, and then skip out on the bill.

“I propose that you go after him for child support. What do you say? Hire a lawyer, make it clear that he could be sued for sexual harassment, and then make it clear that the alternative is paying child support on the terms that you want. Also, what’s your immigration status?” I urged my on-and-off-again girlfriend.

“Will you help raise the kid? All of you, but especially you? Will you be Daddy to him or her?” Selina pleaded with me.

“Sure,” I told her, “Just remember that I will probably impregnate Sana, too, and might even do that to Jamie, if I’m lucky. Now, answer me honestly. We’re starting over with complete candor and yet you’ve dodged my question here. What is your immigration status, Selina?” I asked her again, knowing that she was born in El Salvador.

“It’s … my student visa is almost expired and my green card is still going through some red tape in terms of renewal. This baby, it would be an American citizen, even if not born in the United States, right? He or she would have an American father,” Selina wondered.

“I’m no lawyer, but I think that’s the case. We might have to get an immigration lawyer, too. Also, since you faced a risk of deportation, we can push the angle that he used your fear of deportation against you. That could be considered a form of rape or sexual assault, which could land him in prison. It’s certainly rather coercive in nature. One alternative would be to get him to give up all claims to the child as the price of no child support, including giving me permission to adopt the baby. Since Sana’s my wife, though, she might have to adopt as well. It would have two mothers and one father, not counting Mr. Stanfield and also not counting its Uncle Jared and Aunt Jamie,” I said, with a grin directed at Jared and Jamie, both of them holding their thumbs up.

“I would prefer that you adopted, even if it meant that Sana did, too. I’d still be the mother, too, so it would have two mommies and it would have a great daddy with you. I wouldn’t want it to know any father but you. Jared can be the uncle, though, if he wants. It’s not like I don’t know you and Jamie … or Aunt Jamie, I should say now. I guess that I was wrong about the cheating, but right about the mutual attraction, huh?” Selina said as she kissed me hard on the mouth now, right in front of the other guests.

“Relax, people. It’s just me reconciling with my girlfriend and introducing her to my wife, plus setting up a poly household and family with your awesome host and hostess,” I laughed, making everyone crack up a bit, unsure if I was joking, but clearly less tense either way … they clearly feared drama.

One year later…

“So, does it feel weird that we have to hold the costume parties somewhere else this year because of little Monica?” Selina asked us, perhaps a bit worried that her baby … our baby, had killed too much of our social life, especially Jared’s and Jamie’s.

“Different, but, hey, plenty of time to resume hosting parties when we are ready and the kids are more grown up, babe. We’ve had lots of fun and we can take turns staying behind with the little ones until they’re a little older. Hell, Sana and I are both pregnant now, and neither of them are an issue for us, I think. Why should our little Geller girl be?” Jamie reassured her, giving her a hug.

“This reminds me that Jamie and I want to keep up with the same tradition and name our first child either Chandler if it’s a boy or Phoebe if it’s a girl. What do you think, guys?” Jared proposed.

“I’m all for it, but I do want to name Selina’s next baby Ross, if a boy. If a girl, she should be Rachel,” I suggested with a grin.

“Don’t forget Joey. I want to reserve that one for our son,” Sana requested with a wink.

“That takes care of six babies, if we all want that many,” I remarked to the group.

“Oh, more than that if I can help it!” Selina showed some excitement now, “I would really like not to go back to work if I can help it. Would it be okay if I was the stay-at-home mom? I know that you other girls have jobs, so you don’t need a fifth income, right? I would love to keep breeding, stay at home, barefoot and pregnant, if you’ll pardon the cliche. I might do a home business, though, if I get bored enough or help out with a charity as a volunteer or something like that. I enjoy the whole motherhood thing, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t mind having more babies, too, especially if I know that Selina is there to help raise and care for them. And I know that she’s good for breastfeeding, because she’s doing a terrific job with little Monica. Our Monica. As far as I’m concerned, this is OUR baby, if you don’t mind my saying so, Selina. I can tell that she will feel the same about the babies that I have. Which reminds me, do we want to just keep assuming that Jamie’s kids are Jared’s and mine are David’s, or do we want to designate a father in each case?” Sana asked us.

“I feel the same way and I would love to just assume, since we all know we’re all really the parents to Monica, so why not to the rest? If there is some doubt as to paternity, then both men are possible fathers to those kids, and that would work with Selina, too. When she’s ready to breed again, both men can fuck her frequently, get her knocked up by one or both of them, and take turns claiming paternity with each brat,” Jamie announced, making me smile.

“I like those ideas. Both of us guys can be called ‘Daddy’ and all three ladies ‘Mommy’ by the kids. Five parents might be unorthodox, but I think that it’s a lot of love and attention to the little ones. We can complement each other’s strengths and weaknesses. We’re already a family and a marriage, the five of us. Why not completely acknowledge this?” I encouraged that notion.

“Exactly. Just for example, Selina has agreed to stay at home and raise kids, which complements Sana’s and Jamie’s careers, as it does with us guys. There will always be someone at home this way. No need for sitters most of the time. If something happens to one of our jobs, we will still have three other people bringing in money, so that will help enormously,” Jared concurred, while his hand strayed to Selina’s tits.

“Good, glad that’s settled. Now, what for other names for the kids? If we have a whole brood, as Selina has convinced us to do, then we should have some ideas for them. How about names from the Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter?” Jamie offered.

“I’m cool with that, which just proves what a lousy excuse for a Muslim girl I am,” Sana laughed a bit, not in the least bit worried about that. She still didn’t eat pork, but drinking was another matter.

“I think that someone needs to tell Donald Trump about Sana. Maybe then he’d revise his views a bit,” Selina winked at Jared, not minding his gropefest at all, “Then again, I’ll always be a rapist and criminal, bringing drugs and crime. Oh, wait, that’s Mexicans. I guess as a Salvadoran, I’m perfectly okay.”

“Enough about that prick. As a former POW, he’s on my shit list, I can tell you that,” Jared growled, since he had spent about two weeks in Taliban custody back in 2002.

“Yeah, no more of that trash. Let’s talk breakfast, shall we? Denny’s, anyone? Selina’s a great cook, but the poor girl needs a break now and then. Young mamas need to be treated, too,” I smiled at my Latina girlfriend, or rather our girlfriend, given that she was involved with all four of us now.

“Exactly. She’s a housewife, not a maid,” Sana told us while running her foot against my crotch and winking at Jamie, who in turn winked at me.

“And if anyone gives her any grief over breastfeeding Monica, they’re gonna feel my wrath,” Jamie warned.

“And mine,” the rest of us said in unison, laughing as we realized it.

As we got ready to leave for Denny’s, I thought about how much that statement summed the five of us up so thoroughly. We were a family, and as a family, we had each other’s back. This wasn’t just about orgies. It was about five consenting adults who loved each other, very much, through thick and thin, and who pulled together for the good of everyone. Sure, there was sex, but also parenting, budgets, shopping, meals, and most importantly, love. What had started with a Halloween costume party had become something greater than that, a bond between us that was sure to last for life, maybe forever.

THE END