Goodbye Earl

Sir, before you get your wife, may I ask you something?

Of course, Officer. What is it?

Well, Sir. The man in jail is an American and you are American. Why you protect the girl and not pay bail for the man?

He beat Shirlyn, correct?

Yes, Sir.

Then keep him in jail until the Bureau of Immigration can blacklist him and deport him. I have no use for men who beat women. I don't care what passport they carry.

So the woman is right. That is good to know. Because you are American I not sure.

What is she right about?

She say she will be safe here.

Sir, your law does not permit me to arm myself. So she will not be hurt by anyone inside this house, but I cannot protect her from things on the outside.

Yes, Sir. Sir, I recommend you hire an armed guard.

I am not rich, I am not sure I can afford that. How much does it cost?

To have a guard for night only, you can get such a service for ₱8,000 a month. If you are going to shelter these women, I recommend it Sir! Sir, if you want I can recommend a service to you. You can get someone here tonight, if you want.

Yes, please help me arrange that for the night. We can discuss later, how long Shirlyn will stay and if there will be any need after that.

Yes, Sir. OK, please have your wife get the towel. I will call my friend.

I had to smile. I knew he was going to recommend a friend. I tell him, OK.

I entered the house, to many waiting faces. Anabel, Shirlyn is outside, in the Pulisiya¹ vehicle. She wants you to bring her a towel to cover her face before she comes in. Please take care of it.

I will do it Madam! And Grace springs into action.

Anabel who has not needed to move, asks, What has happened?

Earl beat her. The police have taken her to the hospital and they have taken care of what was needed. She didn't want to go to the Barangay² shelter. She told the police to bring her here. Anabel, honestly, I am not wanting anyone already here to leave, but Shirlyn can't stay and we can't become a shelter for abused women.

Ray, you must not throw her out! If a woman, with a foreign, husband or boyfriend, needs us, we will help her.

No more women in my bed. Understand?

Yes. Of course. No more.

The door opens to admit Shirlyn, Grace and the officer from the PNP. Grace hustles Shirlyn into a back bedroom. The Officer informs me that the guard will be here soon.

Who? That is Anabel. Clearly I have failed to inform her about the guard. I do so now, with the Officer, speaking as well. The fact that we will need an armed guard has an effect on Anabel's understanding of what we are getting ourselves into. She asks, Is this really necessary?

The Officer insists that it is necessary. Especially after the men have been drinking. He tells her that it would be best if we had round the clock protection, but we should have protection for the nighttime, in any case.

To get round the clock protection, we are talking about ₱24,000 a month. That's just more than I want to shell out each month! Anabel is in complete agreement.

Since it is clear that the Officer is staying until the guard appears, I offer him, something to drink. We have soft drinks, juice and water, all of which I offer him. He agrees to a glass of water. I notice he is spying a plate of Goldilocks polvoron. I offer him one and he happily accepts.

We sit down and he tells us about the PNP's view of some of the expats who frequent the bars downtown. They clearly are concerned about a few of them. Further, a couple have very close ties with some unsavory Filipinos. That's what is causing him concern. They would like to see these guys deported, but the folks at Immigration are having a hard time building a case against them. He agrees that I can't own a weapon, but points out that my wife can get one legally. Anabel jumps in and says, No way! No guns in this house!

Grace has joined us. Anabel asks her, How is she?

Not good Madam. He hurt her very bad. He cut her, too. He use a broken bottle. It will be a big scar. And then addressing the Officer, Grace pleads, Sir, please do not let this man out. Shirlyn say, he will kill her for sure.

I turn to the Officer, Sir the last time an expat threatened to kill someone, the Immigration officer, took the guy into custody and then deported him. Why can't that happen now?

Sir, when we take him into custody, he swear he will not hurt her again if we let him out. He swear that she is wrong. He will not be dangerous. Last time the guy say he will kill, to the officer. This time it is different. But Sir, I do believe the victim. He is a dangerous man.

Anabel does not say anything. She picks up her cell phone and taps out a message. A few seconds later a reply text chimes on her phone and then another text is sent. This ping pong of text continues for a few minutes. I ask her, who she is texting. It is her second cousin, the retired PNP officer. Anabel, we already have the PNP here. Why do you need to contact your cousin?

Ray, this is a family matter. I will explain later.

The Officer speaks to me, Sir, your wife is right. This is the way to handle it.

I am at a loss and Anabel has a look on her face which can only be explained as self-satisfaction. I gather, what she and the Officer know, I will learn later.

Eventually, the guard arrives and the Officer leaves. We set the guard up on the terrace with a pitcher of water, some bread and fruit, before retiring for the night. No one wants to stay up and sing karaoke. Anabel and I have serious business to conduct in the bedroom.

We are entering the bedroom when Grace approaches. Madam, I know this is a special night for you and your husband. May I join you?

Anabel is flummoxed. She has no idea of what to say, or how to interpret the request. She wants to be gracious to Grace, but turn her down, while not hurting the woman's feelings.

Why Grace? I am confused.

Madam. I am your maid. I read in the Bible that I am your handmaiden. This is a maid to the Madam, is it not? This is what I am. I am also in love with your husband. I know you know this. Madam, I will be the one to assist you in raising your child. I will be with you at the birth. I will be with you long after our man dies. I wish to be with you at this special moment in our lives.

Oh Grace! Is this what you truly feel?

Yes Madam. Is it wrong to feel this?

No, Grace, I suppose it is not wrong. I guess I didn't realize how you really felt. Ray, did you know this?

I guess I suspected some of it, but how could I have known what we just heard. I don't think I had ever heard so much from Grace, since I first met her. I sure didn't know that she read the Bible, or even that she could read all that well. My fantasy about 'Grace the Nun,' just got a shot of adrenalin! No, Bel, I didn't.

Ray, is it OK with you if Grace joins us tonight?

Bel, I am afraid of saying, 'it's OK,' because I am afraid of what is being done to our marriage. But I think Grace is going to be, exactly what she says she is going to be. Grace is in our life in the most complete and intimate of ways. Plus, she is carrying one of my children. I say she joins us tonight.

Then it is decided. Grace, yes, you are to join us tonight.

It is the three of us, who enter the bedroom. Grace undresses Anabel and escorts her to the bathroom for a shower. She is taking the handmaiden thing a bit over the top, but Anabel is not complaining.

Once Anabel and Grace emerge from the bath, Grace informs me she will bath me. That gets a smile from Anabel, and a cryptic comment, Prepare yourself.

Grace undresses me and leads me into the bathroom, and asks, Sir, do you need to poo or pee? Thankfully I do not need to shit, but I do need to take a leak. Pee, Grace.

Grace raises the seats on the toilet and holds my member, pointing it to the bowl. Jeezus, how do you piss when being held like this? Well, I try and eventually am able to release a stream into the bowl. Grace takes some toilet paper, wipes the end of my member, tossing the result into the bowl and flushes.

She then turns on the water in the shower, tests for temperature with a hand, withdraws the hand, removes a robe she is wearing and guides me into the shower. I try taking the soap, but she takes it from my hand. She has a washcloth and the soap commandeered. I am told where to stand and am then washed, turned and washed. Everything is washed, including my ass, right into my asshole. I am shampooed.

When Grace takes the razor and indicates that she will shave me, I take the razor from her and let her know she has now gone a bit too far. She backs away as I shave myself while still in the shower. Finishing the shaving, I start putting the razor on the shelf, but she takes it, lathers up her pussy and uses my razor to shave her cunt as I grab a towel. Grace turns off the water and grabs another towel. Once she is dry, she checks every inch of my body to assure herself that I am completely clean and dry. Grace then leads me back into the bedroom where Anabel awaits.

I get into bed, but Grace is moving around the room, lighting candles. It appears she has placed them in the bedroom earlier this evening. The overhead light is turned off and a stick of incense is lit. Grace seems to have given this some real thought. I look at Anabel and from the physical gestures she makes, I gather my wife is as surprised by all of this as am I. Once Grace has done all this, she moves into a corner of the room and sinks down into a squatting position. Essentially, to make herself a piece of the furniture of the room. To not intrude, but to be there for us if needed. Grace will be a voyeur.

Accepting the real life Grace, as a part of our lives, in the way I gather she wants us to think about her, I return my attention to my wife.

This is a special night for us. We haven't made love in well over a month and I have never been able to impregnate her, ever, in our life together. The concept that my sperm, which I now know to be potent, has an egg waiting for it, is alternately: erotic, scary, and sobering.

I have never had problems cumming, but this night as we go through the foreplay, I am blowing it. One moment I am too hard on Anabel's nipples, later, while sucking on her nipples, I choke on my own spittle and that is sure as hell, not romantic. I rub her clit too hard and make her a little uncomfortable. Just thinking about making a child in my wife has me blowing it! I decide to think about something else.

What my mind comes to is the woman crouching in the corner. A female who will do anything for me, evidently without limit. I see her again as the Nun. I see her strapped to a large wooden cross, laying on a huge table. Her mouth is gagged with a ball gag that is tied around her head and across the back of the top of the wooden cross. Her arms tied to the cross pieces. Her legs are spread wide with a rope, which is strung around the underneath of the table. She can see, but she cannot speak or move. I lift up her tunic, laying it over her midsection. I lift up her two underskirts and place them over the upturned tunic. Her pussy is glistening, having been recently shaved and then coated with baby oil.

I am naked as I climb over her, insert my member into her virginal cunt and destroy her hymen. As blood flows over my member in the fantasy, I loose ropes of cum, inside my wife. It is done.

Did my wife enjoy this at all? I was not paying any attention to her. You OK, Bel?

Hehe, got any more of that, Ray? That was nice!

Huh, I think you need to give me a chance to recharge!

Oh darn! Hehe, OK! Later!

And without becoming aware of her movement, Grace appears next to us with a towel, cleaning both of us and rubbing some scented oil onto Anabel's breasts, midsection and pussy. The towel is put away, the oil is placed back on the dresser, the candles are extinguished. Grace slides in, placing me between my two women. Anabel turns her back to me and spoons against me. Grace is to my back. I spoon into her. And we sleep.

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Morning brings both teasing from the girls who were not with us last night and concern about Shirlyn. Lailani and Kaysi spent the night with her, making sure she was OK. Shirlyn has to go to a doctor today. Anabel will drive her. I am concerned about the safety of them driving to a public place. I say as much to Anabel. She picks up the cell phone and texts someone. I expect it's her second cousin, but do not know. A few minutes later she receives a text. She announces they need to go. I mention my concern again. Anabel, looking like I should know something I clearly do not know says with some exasperation, It's OK, he's still in jail.

Shirlyn emerges from the bedroom with another towel over her face. She, Kaysi and Anabel are quickly gone.

The next few hours are quiet. Grace does not want to leave my side. Lailani asks her something in that damned language I do not understand and gets something of a stinging reply. Lailani backs off and immediately goes to the kitchen where she starts cooking. A shout from Lailani to Miafe, brings the younger one into the kitchen where she begins assisting her sister.

I am sitting on an easy chair, Grace is at my feet, clipping my toe nails when Sam2x climbs up on my lap. She is not trying to be sexy. She knows she must keep secrets from the adult females in the house. Still, my manhood springs to attention, inside my slacks. Exactly how Grace becomes aware of this, I am unclear, but while Sam2x sits on my lap, Grace gets up and whispers in my ear, You want to have her? I think it's OK. You want me to get her ready to take you? I will help.

I whisper back. No Grace. No help is needed. She likes to take me in her mouth. She does not do it in front of adults because she is afraid of getting in trouble from her mother.

I think that will be the end of it, but there is no stopping Grace. Sam2x, it OK that you do Ray. I not tell Nanay. You want him now?

That's all the encouragement Sam2x needs. She is off my lap in a flash and pulling old glory out of the cloth. Sam2x goes down on me in a very serious way. Grace, whose face is just inches from me, has been watching Sam2x get to it. I now turn her face back to me and kiss Grace. Grace kisses back with real enthusiasm. Once again I am getting head and kissing at the same time. The feeling is addictive. Grace's tongue is exploring my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair. Her hands holding my head. She nips my lips with her teeth. She pushes her breath into me and wants me to breathe into her lungs. Her passion is real and strong.

Sam2x is taking me deeper than she ever has before. I am not sure where she is taking my member, but it is clearly not all in her mouth. I am back in heaven. Miafe chooses this moment to join us and starts nibbling on my earlobe. She whispers, Sam2x want you to fuck her. She tell us, she want to feel you inside her. She wants to feel your cum inside, where it belongs. I want you inside me too. I want you to take this damned IUD out of me. I want your baby.

I can't answer, as Grace and I are otherwise engaged. The stimulation and the mental pictures are blowing my mind. I cum and have the feeling that it is down Sam2x's throat. Lailani is just watching... and smiling.

By the time Kaysi, Shirlyn and Anabel return, Sam2x is in the bedroom playing with Boy2x, Lailani and Miafe are putting a meal on the table and Grace is buffing my toenails.

Ray, will you tell the guard we will not need him tonight?

Why won't we need him?

Earl is gone.

What do you mean? “gone.”

Just gone. He will not be around ever again.

How do you know this?

Not important.

Bel! What has happened?

Nothing. We know nothing. Earl is gone, that's all. Just say, Goodbye Earl! Hehe.

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Chapter 12