What must be noted that, during all this time, Sofia would be in and out of our lives. Out of their four friends, she was the one who remained closest to us. The first time she re-appeared full-time back in our lives would have been when my daughters were twenty-three. Sofia showed up on our doorstep with a black eye and bleeding lip, holding all she had in the world in one bag. I gasped before I pulled her inside, holding her tightly as she sobbed in my arms.
I knew who she was dating. I knew where she lived. “Where is he?” I growled.
“He’s still steaming drunk at home,” she whispered.
I called the three girls into the living room. They took one look at her and sorted everything. I would call the police though only after I’d paid him a little visit first. “Just don’t get arrested, Daddy,” Hannah warned.
I assured her I wouldn’t get arrested, but I was a man who did not tolerate domestic violence in any shape or form. Sofia was like a daughter to me. Probably not the way to view her since we’d had a sexual… Eh, considering my relationships, I guess it doesn’t really matter. Anyway, I had a lot of love for Sofia. If I hadn’t fallen for Kelly so heavily, Hannah had always suggested Sofia would have loved being my wife too.
Pulling up outside the small house she had been sharing with him, I knocked on the door and he answered it. Even in his state, he recognised me immediately. “Oh shit,” he muttered.
Then I hit him. Perhaps a slight sucker punch, but he was standing in front of me, and he would have known why I was there. He knew who I was and knew exactly who Sofia was to me, how special she was to all of us. I didn’t hit him again, that first punch putting him on his back on the ground. Then I just stood over him and gave him a few home truths. He was almost pissing himself by the end, promising him that the police would soon be paying him a little visit. And if we were to tell them about our little meeting… To that point in my life, I’d never seen another man look up at me with such fear in his eyes.
Sofia moved into our house within the matter of a couple of days, as she was not going to return to that bastard. Within a month, my two daughters and wife had invited Sofia into our bed. It didn’t last too long, Sofia feeling like an extra wheel, remaining in our house for six months before she needed to leave and move on with her own life.
It didn’t last as, unfortunately, Sofia just didn’t seem to choose the best of partners. Not long after I turned forty-six, Sofia appeared on our doorstep again. Thankfully, there were no physical ailments but she was a shadow of her former self. This time, I told her she was staying with us and it would be permanent. Sleeping arrangements were slightly changed, either one of my daughters or Kelly sharing her bed each night. No, they were never intimate, or at least I don’t think they were, but it was simply to give Sofia all the love she deserved.
She also wanted to be a mother. Within six months of her moving in, she was pregnant with our child. Whenever someone asked who the father was, fingers would be pointed in my direction. They’d then ask Kelly what she thought about. “I’m generally sitting on his face while he’s filling her womb,” was the usual reply. I certainly enjoyed seeing the reaction. I guess many would consider we had an open marriage. I slept with my wife, my two daughters and now Sofia. Kelly never had a problem with Hannah and Katie, aware they were my life partners. But it was Kelly who’d practically dragged Sofia into our bed, and it took reassurance from us both that, if Sofia was interested, we’d love to be intimate with her.
I guess it wasn’t a surprise that Sofia leapt at the opportunity to be with me again. And once she mentioned wanting a child, I didn’t hesitate. It certainly helped that I loved fatherhood. My daughters nor Kelly had never felt alone during their pregnancies or while raising our children, or at least that’s what I hoped. Once Sofia was experiencing her first pregnancy, she had Kelly and Hannah by her side, every step of the way.
My daughters, Kelly and Sofia were all thirty-two years of age when I turned fifty. There were never any problems with the children I had with Kelly, considering she was my wife, and the fact she was a wonderful mother. Sofia raised eyebrows, simply due to our unique situation, but most people could manage to wrap their head around our arrangement. Thing is, going back to the above, Kelly never wanted another man. Never crossed her mind for a second. Much like my daughters, I would only ever be her one and only.
That didn’t stop the girls fooling around from time to time. I certainly didn’t mind, and never asked questions about what they did together. It was their own choice and personal decision to fool around. The most important thing was that there was no jealousy involved.
It was the four children with Hannah and one with Katie that I knew raised questions. ‘Who was the father?’ I heard asked more than once. In most people’s eyes, I took on the role of both father and grandfather, though even Bill wondered why my daughters still lived at home with my wife. I had a feeling, the longer it went on, perhaps he was putting two and two together. But he’d never said anything to me, never insinuated, but the five adults who now live in my house can certainly see how unusual our arrangement is.
The party went long into the night. I didn’t drink too much, cutting down on the little I did drink as I got older. Hannah had never really recovered her taste for alcohol after her pregnancies. Claire let her hair down, which was fun to see. I saw more than one glance in my direction during the night, and I could see the regret in her eyes. She was a few months from turning fifty herself. She was single, not looking, and she’d confessed to me more than once that she felt lonely. If I’d been a single man and not involved with anyone, I’ll be honest. I might have invited her back into my bedroom. The years had been kind to her, at least.
“Mummy wants to fuck you,” Hannah whispered into my ear once sat on my lap.
“Which one?” I had to ask. She made an obvious glance. “No, Hannah, I’m not doing that. Not a chance. I like to think we’re friends again after all this time, but I’m not inviting her back into my bed.”
“I know, Daddy, but even I can’t help feeling sorry for her now. At least your friends have forgiven her too. And it was nice Melissa popped by as usual.”
I’m fairly sure I’d never not have feelings of love for Melissa, as much as she still loved me. She was still single after all these years, particularly after she ended things with me. From what she told me, I was her last serious relationship. She’d finally gone into therapy about all her issues, but realised she was happier being single. She still dated occasionally, but focused on her work and friendships. Once she learned I’d married, she’d slowly re-established contact, feeling it would now be safer to be friends. We saw each other at least once a month, Melissa generally coming around for dinner. She adored all the children I’d had, though like anyone else, wasn’t aware of my relationship with Hannah or Katie.
Kelly, Katie and Hannah had insinuated starting something physical with Melissa again. I’ll admit, part of me would have loved it. Our sexual relationship had been fantastic, but more important than that, Melissa was just a genuinely good person at heart. I hated to know she was still single, though in our conversations, she assured me that she didn’t feel lonely or alone. We would talk on the phone once every couple of days, she had other friends who kept her occupied, and she stayed busy with work. And, at home, she had a couple of dogs that kept her company.
“It’s nice to be surrounded by friends and those I love, sweetheart,” I stated.
Katie and Kelly came to sit either side of me. “So how are we celebrating once everyone goes home?” Katie wondered.
“I’m thinking the three of us and Sofia on our knees, and we give the man we love one hell of a blowjob,” Katie suggested.
“But who takes the load?” Hannah asked.
“Well, one of us takes it in the mouth and then we share it.”
Hannah started to giggle. “Daddy is getting hard.”
“I don’t need no fucking pills for my girls to get me nice and hard,” I growled, “But we have guests, then the kids need to go to bed. Then you four are going to wait on your knees in our bedroom.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Hannah breathed.
“Anal, Daddy?” Katie asked, “It is your birthday, and I know, despite protestations, how much you love fucking my tight little butt. It’s been a while since you’ve been buried in my back door.”
Laughing out loud gathered the attention of most people, noticing the smiles on their faces. More than one person took a photo of my two daughters and wife snuggling up to me. As the day drew to a close, people started to leave, as we didn’t plan it to be a party that went into the night. I was always pleased to see my mother and siblings, while my friends mentioned catching up again soon.
Claire was the last to leave with her son. After saying goodbye to her daughters and Kelly, I walked her outside to her car. Once her son was inside with seatbelt on, she turned to me.