A married man.
OK, another month has passed. The extension is complete. Our visiting rabbi seems happy and is kidding me that he is thinking of converting to my branch of the religion. I am well aware he is kidding.
Angeli is eight months along. The other two are somewhere between, three and a half, and four months along. Little Ann Lyla is a very happy baby. And here's the crazy thing, we will have an Ann Analyn Lynn and an Ann Svea. Five Ann's in all. Not a boy in the group!
Joy2x has missed a period, but that does not mean much. She however is convinced she is pregnant. She has no morning sickness yet, so I am saying nothing.
We have a date for the wedding, and it is next week. We decided to do it before Angeli gives birth, because if we wait until after, we have to wait a bit and then we run into the same issue with Svea and Analyn. And we run further into the visa issue for Svea. So, with the Datu and the visiting rabbi assisting me, we will do it a week from this Sunday! I have spent the better part of a day going over the ceremony and blocking with both guys, my girls, the bride's maids (all twenty of them) and the groomsmen (twenty to accompany the maids). Some of the groomsmen are guys from the Datu's mosque!
We, the rabbi and I, had a slightly challenging discussion about the breaking of the glass and whether there should be eleven glasses or only one. He was insistent that there be eleven glasses. I would have to do the damned thing eleven times. One glass for each of my girls and break ten glasses. I held firm on one and only one glass. Each of the girls will take a sip, I will finish the glass, and then break it. I try to explain that they are all bound to me and to each of the others. That got the poor rabbi, way more, than a little confused, as he just has no idea about what our life is really like. He must think that the girls are separate and never swap spit.
Oh, what the hell, I decide we to need tell/show him. I check with the girls. They laugh, giggle, make some fairly bawdy comments and essentially end up saying, sure, why not! Let's see how badly we can embarrass the guy! We put him in the main Sala, with all eleven of us, and proceeded to 'explain' the way our 'birds and bees' work to the poor guy. Well, it is partial explanation and partial demonstration. I really don't think he has ever seen such a thing in his sheltered life. I am sure he has never seen some of the girl on girl on guy stuff. Nor some of the girl on girl on girl stuff. In the end, the rabbi is sweating, and apparently, according to the girls who are watching, hard as a rock. When we stop, and all take seats, I say to him once again, This is one marriage with eleven members. Everyone here loves everyone here. Do you see that now? He does. The matter is settled.
I hope I have left nothing to chance.
I have hired four photographers. We have three cakes ordered. An official wedding cake and two cakes on the side. I have made sure that the cakes will be both Halal and Kosher. I take the Datu and rabbi with me when I order the cakes. I go to a bakery the Datu says we can trust. I ask him, OK, but will it taste good? He laughs but suggests we try their product. He and I do but the rabbi is a little unsure until we take him back into the kitchen. After looking around, he agrees it is OK and tries the cake we are served. It is fine.
My goal is that this be a wedding of which my girls can be proud.
I have been back to the jewelers and have designed and ordered eleven rings. Each is the same design, though sizes are different. I have covered this issue of the rings being the same with Noime and she agrees.
One odd hitch is that when Analyn invited Gerlyn, which is totally appropriate, Gerlyn texted back asking if she can bring her boyfriend and her 'adoptive parents.' Analyn was apparently not thinking, so she said, yes, of course the boyfriend can come. The “boyfriend” is Lars, and so Lars comes to the wedding of his ex, to me. Shit. This could get ugly.
Gina is also coming. That means the Principal and his wife are coming. So the Principal will see Joy2x, whom he assumes is a lesbian, is also getting married. I wonder how that will play out.
Of course all my card playing and expat buddies will be at the wedding. It will be one hell of a party. We expect about two hundred folks to attend. There will be three lechon and three large raw yellow fin tunas, from which staff will be carving sashimi right from the whole fish, not from fillets. It's how it's done here at upscale events.
There will also be tuna kinilaw, bihon with chicken, and beef kaldereta. All of these are Kosher/Halal as well. So any Muslim can eat all the Tuna and these other dishes they want as with the exception of the lechon, all the food will be strictly Kosher/Halal.
The Datu is bringing a contingent of men from his Mosque. That is fine with me. I like the idea that there will be Jews, Muslims and Christians all celebrating together. It seems right and good. We have also invited the head of the LCR and the Mayor. No one can say we did this on the sly or that it wasn't a Jewish Wedding. It will be the real deal. As per Philippine law, a Judge will/must officiate, or we must be officially married by a judge separately and have this wedding just for show. We have a Judge from the Shari'a court who is friend with the Datu and understands what is going on.
Sunshine, sans canines, is coming to see her daughter get married. Noime's parents consented to the marriage and will attend.
All my girls are going nuts getting their dresses ready and such things. I am staying far away from the excitement. It is safer that way.
I have been on the dead run for almost two months now. At this point I am slowing down at the very moment they are going into hyper-drive.
Oh, and I just learned yesterday that Maricris has taken Joy2x's unused fertility pills. Joy2x has stopped taking them, as she is convinced she is with child. So Maricris is working to get pregnant. I am not sure I need that many kids running around here.
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It's the day before the wedding and I have done everything I can. The rest has been placed in the hands of others. Manny is acting as my go-to guy. For my girls, as they panic, Manny's girlfriend, is acting as a one stop fix-it person, (with a staff of her own that she has put together). The girls are panicking a lot. We need to allow others to carry the ball now and that is happening.
I know that there are wedding planners, aplenty, in town, but they have no idea how to handle a wedding such as ours.
I hope we can get through the wedding tomorrow, before Angeli runs to the lying-in clinic! She has been having very frequent Braxton Hicks contractions. I know this does not mean she will deliver soon, but the things are almost constant now. She didn't carry to complete full term last time, so it really can happen at any moment.
Also today, Joy2x experienced morning sickness. So it's pretty official. She is pregnant. Other than being sick to her stomach, she is happy as she can be! She ran up to me and planted a big one on my lips. And she said the damnedest thing. Now I have a good reason to marry! Clearly I am relieved for her and happy for us as a family. She gets that as we hug and kiss a little more. I ask her, if the child is female, is she naming the child, Ann Gladys? Sure enough, that's what the name will be. I guess the others didn't know Joy2x's name was Gladys, because it causes much discussion in the house. So now, everyone in two of the bedrooms is pregnant. We have two maternity wards!
By tomorrow night I will be married to eleven, count them, eleven females. First among them all, Noime, who has been, and continues to be the most important touchstone I have. Nothing makes sense without her. None of this would have happened without her. Without her, when I lost Ann I would have been completely lost. With her, and because of the world that has formed around us because of her good heart, I am a very happy and lucky man. But there are ten others: Joy2x, Angeli, Maricris, Moon, Lyla, Iay, Analyn, Rez, Iay and Svea.
Tonight as I look out, on the tent under which we will make our vows, I am looking through the rain as it comes down in torrents. It is time for bed. Tonight Noime joins me, just the two of us. That seems the right thing to do.
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Noime comes to me in the Sala, hands me a glass of water and a blue pill, sits down by me and puts her head on my shoulder. You are going to need that, Stud! Noime giggles. The term, she first heard out of Svea's mouth, required an explanation to her later. She thinks the idea of me as a stud male is particularly hilarious. I agree with her assessment. Noime snuggles is she says, I think Ann would be happy for us, Lewis.
I hope so, but why do you think so?
She loved you and she loved me. She never wanted to see you hurt. She would be happy we will be together. I am sure.
You are right. So wife to be, shall we go to bed?
Good idea! And a big smile follows.
In the bedroom, Noime is a very different person physically from the girl I first made love to three years ago. This Noime has breasts and hips. She is taller, and more mature in many ways. She has also experienced more than has any other thirteen-year-old outside this house. My Noime is a real partner in life and tonight she insists on taking the lead in the evening's activities. Noime has a plastic tub and a large sponge, a squeeze bottle of massage oil, a bottle of whiskey with one glass, three candles burning and no electric lights on. She undresses me, and has me sit on the bed with a towel under my legs. She pours two fingers of whiskey into a snifter and warms the whiskey up over a candle before handing it to me.
While I drink my sixteen, or is it thirty-two drams, of the liquid. Huh, why am I wondering about drams while Noime is washing and massaging my feet. It feels great, as does the single malt dribbling slowly down my throat.
Once she finishes with my feet Noime massages my calves.
Having patted my feet and legs completely dry, she puts the water, sponge, oil and towel away, kneels before my spread legs and proceeds to take me orally, stoking my ball sack, and humming a dandy tune, 'here cums the bride!' It feels so good but I can't help but laugh, until she, in an instant, is no longer humming, and has all of me, down her throat as far as I can go. I am stationary as she fucks her throat on my rigid member. Having taken the Viagra, I am not close to cumming and Noime knows this only too well, as she exploits the situation with a prolonged performance of this skill. When she finally stops, she climbs on to the bed, and while on all fours, asks me to take her from behind.
Noime is not as tight as was her pussy three years ago, but it is still so tight that I feel every movement. As I fuck her, she is fingering her own clit. Her orgasms start cumming and do not seem to stop as I saw in and out, and she masturbates at the same time. Noime is now grunting, her juices flowing copiously. A huge orgasm hits her and she wails, as I fuck right through it. I squeeze her right tit and off she goes like a rocket again as I fuck her for all I am worth. I am still not ready to cum.
Noime asks for a breather and I pull out. She rolls over, latches her mouth to mine and sucks my tongue as far into her mouth as it will get while she puts my pole back into her cunt missionary style. Once she has me in, she breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, It's time for my baby, Lewis. I started on Joy2x's pills two weeks ago. I am in the middle of my days. Now give me my baby.
Noime, you're too young!
I'm not too young to marry you, so I am not too young to have a baby. Now fuck me until you make me pregnant, Lewis. Ann could not, but I think I can. We are the same blood, Ann and me. So give me the child you could not give to Ann!
All of a sudden, Noime's cunt is on fire. My cock is burning hot inside her. I start fucking her with a fury that I did not expect to feel. But the realization that what Noime just said is true, has put my head somewhere I had not been until now. I am not nice to Noime, I am ramming her hard, smashing my bone against hers, twisting her left tit, ramming a finger up her ass. And then as she cums big once more, so do I, unloading ropes of cum inside her.
Exhausted I roll onto my back and look at her, My god girl, did I hurt you?
No, Lewis, you gave me your love. I know you are mine forever. I am your Ann, Lewis, and your Noime. I am both. See?
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It's just been too damned busy to write for a good month! I am a married man, and the paperwork to prove it is staggering! We have had to file papers with the LCR and then when those forms are digested into the system we apply for documents from the NSO. With Svea we have to file paperwork with her Embassy in Manila. Svea and I still have to deal with the Bureau of Immigration for her 13A Visa but that also waits on the paperwork to flow. We will be dealing with this for many months. Svea is leaving her UN position in a month, but will start a new position next year, doing pretty much what she was doing for the UN.
I guess I should say a word about the wedding. It went great. There were no problems, but a few surprises. Joy2x's principal was, is thunderstruck too strong a word? I think not. Yep, that's what he was. It was sort of cute. Lars did come with Gerlyn but too our surprise, there was another girl with the two of them. Svea told me as soon as she saw the girl, that the young blonde was his daughter, Ingrid. But if that was Ingrid, why was she giving Lars a lip lock in front of Svea?
Svea's eyes just about popped out of her head when she saw that. Analyn, seeing Svea's confusion, came over to us and explained that Lars had always wanted to fuck his own daughter. Gerlyn figured that out and made it happen. Considering what Gerlyn believed when we first met her and what has transpired since, all I can say is that nothing will surprise me anymore. While we were talking about them, Gerlyn looked over to us, winked and grabbing Ingrid, planted her own, ravenous kiss on the blonde girl, who returned the passion from what we could see. Later, Lars told me that no matter what I thought, he got the better end of the deal. I learned years ago that when both parties think they won, it was a very good deal, indeed.
Angeli had her second child, Ann Angeli, a day and a half after the wedding. All went fine in a very quick delivery. The child is listed as a Sadducee Jew. So now there are three children in the house, with at least three more on the way.
Oh, and the rabbi? He's staying and converting, which means he will no longer be a rabbi. With Joy2x's and Analyn's assistance, he has started his own 'family' of seven! Two mom's each with two daughters, plus him, the ex-rabbi. He's a nice guy. But I wish I could have heard him explain to those he left behind why he is not coming back!
It's time I stopped for the night. Iay and Noime get me this evening. Iay has just come back in, from locking the gate, and she's soaking wet. It's the rainy season.
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