Heaven’s Gate
42 Game
Lionel and Sugar showed up at the ranch before Independence Day along with their kids, Leon, Leann, and Honey. It was great to see them and I think Lamar and Sarah were happy they’d moved out of the barn duplex. For all its appearance as a simple little dwelling in the village, Lamar and Sarah had a huge house and absorbed Lionel’s family without a problem. The kids showed up at the silo the next morning. Sugar stood at the door with Honey in her arms and watched as we went through the children’s forms. Leon and Leann kept up as well as all the others.
“Lionel’s doing a great job training the kids,” I said when we came out.
“Hah!” Sugar barked. “That man’s forgotten more than these kids know. He’s off running around the country playing with that little round ball and sending home his millions. I’m the one taking these little ones to the dojo and working out with them every day.”
“Sugar, really?” I said.
“Here! Hold my baby and watch this,” she said pushing Honey into my arms. “I’ll show you something.”
Holy shit! She sure did. Sugar stripped right there on the steps and walked into the center of the dojo. First off, Sugar had changed. She was no longer quite as round as she had always been. I wouldn’t call her svelte by any stretch of the word, but she was thinner and shapelier. Which just made her boobs look even bigger with their almost black areolae capped by long nipples. Her pussy was fat and puffy and shaved clean. She went to the center of the room and began to warm up. In a few seconds, she was flowing smoothly from one form to another. In ten minutes, she motioned to Judy to come and face her.
The two didn’t waste time getting into it. Judy was obviously at a more advanced level than Sugar, but they worked well. After about fifteen minutes, the women backed off and bowed to each other.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Lionel said from beside me. I hadn’t even heard him come up behind me.
“She sure is,” I agreed.
“And don’t you forget it,” Sugar said as she reached up and dragged Lionel’s face down for a steamy kiss, right in front of the children. “You ever start fooling around on the road when you’re gone and I’ll rip you a new one.”
“I am pure as an Indiana rainstorm,” Lionel said. “I’ve got everything I want waiting for me right at home. And it just gets better every day.”
“Bring along those children and come wash my sweaty titties in the outdoor shower.” The shower turned into a free-for-all with the children running from showerhead to showerhead as the adults tried to get the sweat off themselves. Lionel did, indeed, wash the sweat off Sugar’s boobs and she seemed to enjoy it a lot. Judy made sure I treated hers the same way.
“I might stay in the dorm tonight,” Judy said. “Unless someone invites me to the master suite where I gave my virginity to the cock that’s poking me in the ass right now.”
I kind of thought an invitation to the master suite was a great idea.
Lionel, Lamar, Whitney, Carl, Doug, Josh, Geoff, and me. When we all got together, there was really only one way it could work out. We’d paved the studio parking lot and installed the old basketball hoop at one end. We figured we’d have kids who would want to play eventually. Until then, we had a place for us ‘old guys’ to relive our high school glory.
We played ball.
All the kids wanted to watch, of course. Our wives and cónyuge came out to keep them corralled. Before long, cold drinks and sandwiches started appearing. Then there were chips and Robyn’s fried chicken. By mid-afternoon, there were blankets spread out all around and we were having a clan-wide picnic. Rich came out to join the game and when George heard we were playing, we had full five-person teams. We laughed, clowned, and generally had a great time. Lionel and I even did our trick shot for old-times’ sake. I know there were some cameras out taking pictures. We were definitely ready for another shower by the time we stopped to eat at the picnic blankets spread under the trees at the end of the parking lot.
“God! I am not that out of shape,” Doug swore. “I work for a living and playing a little basketball shouldn’t wear me out like that.” I motioned to him and the two of us walked over to the showers.
“You doing okay, Doug?” I asked. “You’ve been holding your side a lot while we’re playing and frankly, you look like you’ve lost weight. You never had extra weight to start with.”
“You and our wives. Can’t get anything past you, can I?” Doug laughed. Then he sighed as the water ran down over us. “Doctor says he thinks it’s an ulcer. I can’t believe it, but it’s true I’ve had a lot of stomach upsets. I’ve been trying to be careful of what I eat. Sometimes I just don’t feel like having anything other than a glass of milk. Why would I get an ulcer? I’ve got a good job. Carl and I really enjoy working for Ron and we’ve each got a crew now. You know Carl’s new house isn’t going to be a manufactured home? Carl and I are building it. Money’s not a problem. I’ve got five fantastic kids, three wives, and a husband,” he laughed. I looked at him.
“Husband?”
“Hey. It’s too hard to call you my wife’s husband. We’re all cónyuge. Speaking of which, I think Rhiannon’s getting an itch she wants you to scratch. The twins will be a year old this fall. She’s always said she wanted you to be the father of one of her kids,” Doug laughed.
“Doug, she’s your wife!”
“I married her. She’s our wife. Really, Brian. Do you consider the twins and James any less your kids than C-Rae and Matthew? No more than those two are any less my kids. I wouldn’t mind having a couple more around the house. Sandy’s started making noises about wanting to get in a mommy way. I figure if I do Sandy while you’re doing Rhiannon, everyone will be happy.”
Holy shit!
The day Whitney left to return to duty in Stuttgart, I received an engraved invitation. It wasn’t exactly engraved, I guess. Calligraphy is what it was properly called. But it was very formal and actually came in the mail.
Nicolette Duval, Céleste d’Chevalier, and Nat Hart request the pleasure of Brian Frost’s company at the Writer’s Cottage on Saturday, the Nineteenth of July, at seven in the evening. This event is to celebrate the release of Miss d’Chevalier’s latest novel, The Anarchist’s Cookbook. Gifts are not expected. Please dress to be seduced. This is a private party, by invitation only. RSVP to Miss Duval.
There was even a stamped return envelope for my response. Apparently, I was not to mention this in general conversation.
After I’d posted my acceptance, I walked over to visit Leonard. His house was bustling. He welcomed me in and I sat with Mama Bear, Susan, Bob, Pam, and Laurie. He passed sandwiches to me as they concluded their discussion. All six of them were headed to New York the following week and then to Paris. He was preparing a buying trip. Laurie had replaced Nancy on Fashion Week as one of the models. She didn’t have the statuesque beauty that Pam had, but was such a girl next door that you couldn’t help but love her. She was beginning to fill in for Amber now when Amber was on the road. In Paris, they’d be hosted by Heaven and introduced to several fashion designers while Pam did a new photo shoot. As long as they were there, Leonard was having Pam and Heaven model several of his latest fashions for his winter catalog.
“Now that we have that out of the way, what can we do for you, Patrón?” Leonard asked. “How do you like the line-up of clothes for this fall’s shows?”
“The clothes are incredible. I’m beginning to feel like Elaine,” I said. “I can’t believe you are providing my wardrobe.”
“You have single-handedly launched my entire men’s line,” Leonard laughed. “We’re keeping it very exclusive and every piece is handmade. You would not believe some of the people who have requested my personal presence to tailor their wardrobe. They really don’t get it.”
“As long as you are profiting, I’m good with being your advertisement. I’ve got a little problem, though. I don’t know what it means to ‘dress to be seduced.’ I’m supposed to go to a private dinner party and that was the instruction.”
“Oh! I see,” Leonard said nodding.
“Go naked,” Pam suggested.
“No, that would mean he’d already been seduced,” Bob suggested. “It should present a bit of a challenge. She should have to work for it.”
“But you want her to have access,” Susan suggested. “He shouldn’t wear armor.”
“Subtle ways that she could slip a hand up his sleeve or a foot up his pants leg,” Laurie chimed in.
“Open collar,” Susan said. “Girls like to see if they can peek at a nipple, too.”
“Would anyone like another sandwich?” Mama Bear asked.
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