“There are lots of reasons, but I’ll give you three. One, I’m half Irish. Two, I’m from a huge family and I’ve been attending several weddings a year for the last few years, and three, when I was in ROTC we had regular formal balls, and heaven help you if you screw up the etiquette.”
Karen continued standing. “Ahhumm. Here’s to Debbie, with the biggest heart I’ve ever known, so vulnerable, but with so much to give.” Karen toasted.
I leaped to my feet. “And whatever she’s willing to give, I’m willing to take!” I added, waving my glass high.
“To Debbie!” Beth added, and we all drank to Debbie. Debbie blushed and smiled. And we once again finished our glasses.
Refilling the glasses again I realized that we had knocked off four bottles. This time I only filled them about a third.
“Here’s to Beth.” Debbie toasted. “The sweetest thing I’ve ever known and not a mean or deceitful bone in her body.”
“Oh, I can’t let you toast to that!” Beth cried, “I’ve got my mean streak.”
“Hush, you!” I told her, “And take the compliment graciously. If you were any sweeter you couldn’t bathe for fear of melting away and washing down the drain,” I told her, holding my glass high.
“I’ll drink to sweet Beth.” Karen acknowledged and we drank again.
“I’d like to make a toast.” Beth spoke up after we’d finished, and refilled.
“Go ahead,” I told her, while I walked to the kitchen to get one more bottle.
“No, I’ll wait unit you’re back,” she called after me.
I returned and Karen was adding in the numbers for Jim and Cathy, and Joe, and discarding them as irrelevant.
“Nope we’re complete as is. I can’t believe how beautiful these numbers are.” Karen sighed. “I swear I haven’t seen things come together like this since, geez, it must be almost 500 years now.”
“A toast.” Beth lifted her glass. “To Jack. For so many reasons. I refuse to boost his ego and name them, but mainly for allowing me to be part of his life. And to my sisters here. We have a hell of a task ahead of us riding herd on him.”
“To Jack and his women.” Debbie, toasted.
“To Jack and his women.” Karen echoed.
“Thank you ladies.” I answered, not sure if it was kosher to toast yourself as a group, although I guess they were all toasting each other. Of course it was all starting to get a bit fuzzy.
I stood again, a little wobbly. “With apologies to Mr. Yeats, I’d like to borrow a phrase for the women present.
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you all and I sigh.”
The girls got quiet, while I drank my cup dry, and threw it at the wall, shattering it.
“Why’d you do that?” Beth asked, eyes wide open.
“I believe there is no greater toast possible then a toast to you women and how you make me feel, and I shall never drink a toast from that glass again.”
The girls loved the idea, and three more broken glasses soon followed. That led to some crying little girls at the top of the stairs, and Karen and Debbie settled them back down, this time for the night, while Beth and I cleaned up the glass.
“You know, this house is nuttier than a fruitcake. What am I getting myself into?” Beth asked, laughingly.
“Don’t ask me, I thought you were the one who was supposed to bring stability?” I told her.
“No that’s Debbie. I’m adventure. Get it straight cowboy.” She teased poking me with the broom handle.
“That’s Mister Twenty-two to you.”
“You wish. Maybe eight on a good day.” Beth teased.
We finished cleaning up the mess, dumping the glass outside in the garbage cans. We went back to passing the half-bottle of wine between us, working on finishing it as well.
“Repeat that last toast for me. Please.” Beth asked, tugging me back to the living room couch, and sitting on my lap.
I did, and she asked me who Yeats was, so I berated her for her lack of education concerning the Emerald Isle’s greatest poet, and gave her the full quote by William Butler.
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.”
Karen walked up behind me as I finished. “Where do you come up with all this shit? You have more strange stuff in your head than anyone I’ve ever met.”
I laughed, and at Debbie’s insistence, repeated the toast, as I’d given it, and as Yeats penned it, at least as far as I could recollect. Things were getting a little fuzzy.
“That was incredible. I got wet just hearing you say it.” Debbie told me softly, giving me a kiss on the side of the neck. I hadn’t even heard her walk up behind me.
The girls exchanged glances, and then Beth stood up, and the three of them led me into the bedroom. Once there, they all helped to undress me, before undressing themselves, and pulling me into the bed. Karen stationed herself on one side of me, and Beth on the other. Debbie crawled between my legs, and laid there, her head resting on my thigh, as she played with my cock, watching it rise to attention.
“Do one of you two want to explain what the relationship and living deal is that you three have concocted?” Karen asked, looking at Beth and Debbie.
“Well, it’s all kind of ‘iffy’. But Debbie and I have agreed that for us it’s share and share alike. If she’s with him, I’m entitled to be there as well. And when I’m with him, she’s welcome at any time. And it’s our say, not his. Now neither of us HAS to be with him when the other is, but there’s no locking the other out. Right, Deb?” Beth leaned down and gave my cock a quick suck, while Debbie held it upright. Then she leaned over and Debbie rose up and gave her a peck on the lips.
“Always.” Debbie answered, giving my dick a quick suck just as Beth had.
“And just how the hell am I supposed to fit in this?” Karen asked.
“You are the wild card.” Beth answered. “If he wants to be with you, he can, and we won’t protest. And we have no special right to be there. Cathy is a similar situation. You guys can play, and we hope you invite us along on occasion. But we make no demands. We have laid claim to his bed, this bed, and we expect to be allowed to sleep in it any time we want, so if you all want privacy, it better be in your room.”
“And that’s it?” Karen asked, directing her question at me this time.
“I guess. They made the rules. But to be with them, I’m willing to live by them.” I answered.
“But what if they change the rules?” Karen asked worriedly.
“They can, and I’ll decide if I’ll follow them. I almost certainly will and I’m afraid they know it. But as long as I’m here, I will not kick you or Debbie out of this house. I will honor that commitment.”
“You know, we’re all crazy.” Karen finally answered, shaking her head.
“You guys probably are; but any guy in his right mind would give his left nut to trade places with me. I can’t think of a better way to spend the night than with you lovely ladies, and I’m glad you are all crazy enough to be here now.”
“I’d drink to that,” Debbie answered, “but I’m out of wine.”
“I’ll suck to that,” Beth answered with a drunken giggle, and bobbed her head up and down on my cock several times before passing my cock to Debbie.
Debbie laughed, and did the same, sucking me deeply and fully several times, then pulling away and pointing my cock at Karen. Karen again shook her head laughing and then took my cock in her mouth and pushed her face down on it achingly slow, eyes locked on mine. She pulled back up and bobbed her head up and down, as the other two had, and then pulled her head away.