Chapter 38

Krista

Looking out the window over the sink, I enjoy the views from our backyard in suburban Connecticut.

Yes, I am now a suburban housewife in Connecticut.

I know, you’re probably surprised, and…I guess that’s fair.

I smile, grinning as I watch the tiny flurry of fresh snow flakes skirt and dance from the sky, forming a dusting of white that blankets the ground in the backyard.

They are predicting up to six inches tonight, and I know that in a few hours, the world will be a winter wonderland.

There is something peaceful, serene, and cozy about the first snowfall of the season.

Every now and then, I glance out the window to see a deer ducking in and out of the trees that line our property, and I giggle with glee to see nature at its profound and magical beauty.

The television is on in the background, a muffled sound, and I can guess that it’s a talk show without even turning around. I conclude this from hearing the sound of an audience clapping and cheering happily in the background.

I am currently washing the dishes, a chore that oddly enough is one of my favorites. I don’t mind the housework, or my duties as housewife.

Now that the research is completed and successful, I’m content with the fact that I’ve done my duty to the world, my contributions to society are in place and currently in effective practice around the nation.

Our clean coal operation is now one of the most successfully marketed and run sponsorships that has ever stemmed from New York University, and I’m honored to be at the front and center of the success.

I have my three husbands to thank for that, too. They stood by my side, and they fought for me and believed in my cause.

That’s right, I’m one lucky bitch.

You probably think I am a bitch, I’m guessing. I can’t help but gloat and brag; my life is perfect, and I couldn’t ask for any better.

Oh, right, I guess you were wondering about what happened to them too, huh? Dylan, Simon, and King?

Well, rest easy, little doves, you get your happy ending.

The three of us got married, and we live together here in this charming house nestled in a quiet cul-de-sac.

I know, you probably want to throw up, right? It’s just too perfect?

Well, just wait…the kicker is coming!

A baby’s cry can be heard in the living room. Drying my hands on the towel, I chuckle and whisper a coo in a reassuring tone.

“I’m coming, sweet darling baby.”

I stop in front of the bassinet that holds my beautiful baby girl—our daughter. She is so amazing as she cries and balls her tiny pink fists. Huge crocodile tears stain her face, and her cute patch of blond hair is soft as it tickles my cheek.

I scoop her up and sooth her, rocking her back and forth as I whisper lullabies into her tiny little ear.

I love my daughter more than anything in the world. Next to being a researcher who creates cleaner coal for the mines around the nation, motherhood was always next on my list.

I love spending my days with her, cuddling her and sniffing her soft, warm head. She smells like lavender and cream, and I swear my uterus flips every time I hold her.

After a few songs, she finally stops crying and is hushed back into her interrupted sleep. I shut the television off to scatter silence through the air.

I want my precious princess to be able to dream peacefully. I carefully place her back in her bassinet and pull a light pink blanket around her so that she won’t get cold.

In this moment, I’m content and relaxed, and I can’t wait for my men to get home to me later.

Yes, they still work at the university and are at the forefront of making sure my clean coal initiative continues to thrive and soar to new levels of success.

The potential for new creativity is never lost on those three hunks—they take my breath away with how smart and savvy they are. Not to mention, being able to take them to bed every night is a blissful dream. They are unique in their own ways and are fireballs in the sack.

I’m totally addicted to their cocks, I can’t lie. Is that so bad? A girl has to get hers, you know.

Boy, do I ever. Multiple orgasms take on an entirely new meaning when you have not one, not two, but three amazing lovers.

Jealous yet?

Tonight, I’m making them spaghetti with meatballs. It’s King’s favorite, and I try to rotate the menu to a new dish for each guy every night. I want to keep them happy so that we can enjoy a wonderful life together.

I gently stroke our daughter’s cheek and walk back to the kitchen to face the work ahead. Only one of them is actually her biological father, but we pay it no mind.

In my eyes, and in their eyes, every one of them is the biological father, because they all give her the same amount of love, affection, and attention that our little princess deserves.

I get to work on the sauce first, getting dirty as it simmers and splashes in the pot. I roll the hamburger meat into perfect meatballs that I know King will hungrily devour in an hour’s time or so.

Being a family and raising our daughter together is extremely important to me because I grew up in a large family where love flowed as freely as the air we breathed.

I know I picked the best fathers the tri-state area has to offer, and they are all mine, forever and ever.

The baby is the completion to the love we share together, and she’s also the proof that we can live unconventionally and still remain exceptionally happy.

It’s almost six o’clock as I start putting the fine china dishes on the table. I light a few candles to provide more of a romantic aura to the room.

It’s all about the ambiance, people.

I set the spaghetti and meatballs in a bowl in the center of the table and pour each of us a hefty portion of merlot.

Red wine compliments spaghetti deliciously, and I can’t wait to dig in with the guys.

I glance at the clock, and just as it strikes six p.m., I’m placing the last plate on the table as the guys walk in.

They beam at me, greeting me with a kiss.

“Well, if it isn’t my handsome princes,” I swoon with desire as my pussy gets wet at their handsomeness.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, my beautiful love.” Dylan embraces me in a bear hug, and I breathe in the intoxicatingly masculine scent of his cologne.

I watch as Simon walks over to plant a soft kiss on our daughter’s head. I hope that she sleeps through the dinner so that we can enjoy some quiet alone time together.

“So, tell me about your days?” I ask as we all sit down together at the table.

The guys hungrily drool over the feast I slaved over to create for them, but I’m enjoying every moment of it.

I live for this shit, their compliments at my tasteful cooking talents.

“Everything looks delicious,” King says as he dives right into the meatballs.

“I made those especially for you.” I cast him a wink, and he taunts me with a naughty smile.

“You are amazing,” he says.

“I concur,” Dylan raises his wine glass.

“To Krista,” Simon says.

“To Krista,” the guys chant in unison. “The love of our lives.”

“Oh, stop it,” I wave a hand dismissively even though I’m secretly loving this. “You guys are too much.”

“You feed us, you give us beautiful children, and you spread your legs for us so that we can play with that gorgeous pussy of yours any time we want,” Dylan laughs.

“That’s the best part,” Simon agrees.

“Well,” I begin in a mischievous tone. “If you three eat all of your dinners and clean your plates like good little boys…” I glance around at them as their eyes glisten, “you can have dessert.”

King whistles and exchanges a glance with his two friends. “I don’t know about you guys, but that sounds like a pretty fucking fantastic deal to me.”

“Hell yeah,” Simon agrees with a wink in my direction. “I always save room for dessert.”

I give them a seductive stare as I sip on my wine, knowing full well that I’m driving them wild.

“We had good days at work,” Simon remembers my question from earlier before we derailed to the sexy stuff. “It’s nothing compared to coming home to you, though.”

I blush, feeling loved. “Thanks, guys, it means a lot that you appreciate my hard work. And I love the fact that you go out to work and provide for us.”

“Are you kidding?” King states with confidence. “We live to please you. As far as we’re concerned, our day just gets started when we come home to you every night.”

I’m craving them fiercely, intensely. I quickly gobble up my food, so they can whisk me away, upstairs.

They eat fast, too, their insatiable desire for me front and center in their minds.

I eye the growing bulges in their pants. “Now,” I command them, “take me upstairs where you get to enjoy the after-dinner treat.”

The rest is history, and we live each day together in a sea of love and…well…constant and continual orgasms.