(fiction) The Conquests of Jacob Ferguson Part 6
After dinner on Friday we had a family meeting. We discussed the progress of planning the wedding
ceremony and reception, plans for construction of the addition on the house,
how far along we are with forming the LLC, getting small business grants, etc.
Then we drew lots for the ‘rotation’ for the next seven days (Suzi opted to
wait for the wedding night, and Deedee is ‘in line after Suzi’, so I have three
‘free’ nights this week). We were about to start playing cards or whatever when
I announced that I had some new business.
“If I may, I
have something to discuss as well. I know it may be selfish of me, but I’ve
decided that I want to have a little ceremony to celebrate the founding of our
family.” I got out the six little boxes that arrived from my internet shopping
and errand running in town. “Excuse me for getting a little mushy here but, I
have a little something for each of you, they are
symbols of my commitment to each of you, and of a promise I am making.”
I placed a ring constructed of
multicolored golden metal, in the shape of plumeria flowers, on Ava’s finger. “Ava Leilani Kealoha Domínguez, I, Jacob Fenrir Ferguson, name you
my wife from this day forward. Someday we will go to that beach in your
hometown and exchange vows that we write ourselves. Please accept this ring as
a symbol of my promise to you.”
“For you, Trixie my Pixie, a Claddagh”
I placed it on her left ring finger, careful to orient the heart 'pointing' proximally, Trixie let out a happy gasp, she knew the significance. Placing it like I did made it a wedding ring. “Beatrix Colleen McGuinness, I name you my wife from this day forward. I promise, someday to take you to the
Cliffs of Moher to exchange our vows.”
“Suzi, we’ll exchange vows in a few
weeks, and legally we’re already married, but please accept this ring as a symbol
of my promise to you as your Goshujin. I ordered it from a gift shop in
Hakone, so it is also a souvenir of where we first met and when I first fell in
love with you.” I put the ring that bore an image of Mt. Fuji on her finger.
“Claire, this is a replica or Priscilla
Presley’s wedding ring. Someday, I’ll rent a pastel blue tuxedo and we’ll have a kitschy Vegas wedding.” I placed the ring on her finger. “Clarissa Ruth Goldman, you are my wife from this day forward.”
“Kay, we’ll find a shrine where we can
have a traditional ceremony, I promise.” I placed a ring that featured a relief
of flying cranes on her finger. Yamamoto Karin, I, Jacob Fenrir Ferguson, name
you as my wife from this day forward.”
“Deets, you didn’t want a ceremony,
but please endure this for me, I had my Centerville High signet resized for
you.” I placed it on her finger. “Deirdre
Rosalie DeWit, I'm yours from this day
forward.”
“Now, all of you, give your hubby a
kiss!”
Kisses were exchanged all around, everyone was pleased with my surprise.
"Your middle name is really 'Fenrir'? I like it, woof!" Trixie asked. She then excused herself, "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere"
"That would've gotten you teased in school, if I told anyone." Claire added.
"It seems fitting now, however" Ava replied.
"I do not understand the significance?" Suzi questioned.
"Fenris, or Fenrir, is the name of a legendary wolf in Norse mythology" I answered. "If someone called me a wolf in high school they'd be implying that I was a 'lady killer', or a playboy, a womanizer.. I'm not sure how to convey the concept in Japanese, someone like the titular character in Lupin III."
"Onna Tarashi" Karin supplied the Japanese slang term. "But, in the old days, farmers might make an offering to a wolf spirit to protect the crops from boars or deer. The 'Papa Wolf' concept as protector of his family/territory is more common than a 'wolf' being as a skirt chaser. They are considered a symbol of fertility."
Trixie skipped back into the room just as Karin was finishing her comment about 'Papa Wolf' . "Woof woof! Seems doubly to fit then." Trixie added while sticking out her belly and rubbing it.
"Wait.. are you? did he? when?" Several questions flew in Trixie's direction from the crowd.
"Not yet, but he promised, someday soon...for now we're just practicing. Often." She responded.
Most everyone was laughing happily. I noticed Ava's somewhat forced smile and pulled her aside, and told her quietly: "I made that promise to her after I refused to allow her to give her baby to you, to us to raise as our own. She was ready to give up on being a mother so that you could."
"She was going to do that for me?"
"Yes but, then I told her what your doctor said about how you still might be producing viable eggs, and about IVF. Just so you know, she wants to carry our baby someday too, yours and mine."
After our quick hug, I noticed Ava was openly weeping as she rushed over to embrace her friend. A moment later, Trixie showed us the small box she retrieved when she had stepped out earlier.
"I found this when I was antique shopping, but apparently isn't antique. We all thought it was appropriate for you." The grey metal ring was decorated with a pattern of overlapping circles, not like links in a chain, more similar to an extended 'Audi' corporate logo. "It's a ring of rings, neat huh? We wanted to have a message engraved on the inside but, the shopkeeper thinks it is tungsten or a titanium alloy as his engraving tools wouldn't cut into it." All of them touched my hand as she slid it on my right ring finger, it fit perfectly (what luck! If it couldn't be engraved, it probably couldn't be resized), I thought it would've been too loose on my left hand.
"Why the right hand?" I asked.
"When we exchange rings at the ceremony, it'll be a plain yellow wedding band on your left hand, 'for public consumption', this one (Suzi tapped the ring on my right hand) is for all of us."
"How long did you all have this planned?" I asked. "I'm so happy! and here I thought I was being overly sentimental by giving you each a ring, when you had this here for weeks. I love you all."
****
Some days later, I went with Suzi and Karin to the airport to pick up their parents who were flying in from Japan for the wedding, and to visit for a while. They'd be staying with us until the end of summer, almost five weeks.
<Gulp>
"I'm mostly kidding. He won't beat you. He'll want to train you. You'll be punished none the less. It may be a distinction without a difference."
"That doesn't make me feel much better. Your dad scares me. Why are your parents envious?"
"He was unable to maintain the relationships with his various girlfriends; he 'thinned the herd' down to the two with children. And those two don't get along. They are jealous of each other, and with one in Tokyo and one in Okinawa, neither gets to see Papa as much as they would like. You have all your lovers under one roof, and we're one big happy family. Once they figure out that you have six, not just Suzi and I, Both Kaa and Papa will think that you must be something superhuman. Papa will hound you to find out the 'secret' and Kaa will probably try and determine if you have magic genitalia."
"Okay, now I'm afraid of both of your parents."
"Don't be, they're very nice people."
"On another note, you mentioned touring more than once, what does he do for a living?"
"Now he teaches martial arts: Aikido and Karate, and on occasion he'll help out at a Sumo 'Stable', but what he's most known for, and what he toured for was Japanese style professional wrestling, He rose to Makushida,semi-pro in the Sumo ranks, a knee injury ended that career, his celebrity is from being 'Doragon-Yama' the mountain dragon. He loved show-business and playing the heel. He's retired from that circuit now, but he was relatively famous back when I was a kid."
I thought to myself, that his profession didn't make him any less scary. Not only does he look like someone who could rip my arms off, he likely knows multiple dismemberment techniques! The man himself interrupted our conversation from the front seat: "Ferguson-san! Is there a dojo near where you live? Or a gym? Someplace where I can loosen up or maybe hit a heavy bag? "
"I'm sure there is someplace on campus that you can use, I'll do some checking, Yamamoto-san."
"Good, good! I am looking forward to putting you through your paces; see what you've got, so to speak!"
"I am sorry to disappoint you, Yamamoto -san, but I have no skills."
"That, I can fix!"
....
The Uber's tail lights had just disappeared around the corner when I felt about fifty pounds of meat collide with me. Yamamoto Shinzo had good-naturedly patted me on the back.
"That flight was too long, I'm so stiff" Shinzo said as he brought his forehead to his knees, folding himself in half. "Ferguson-san, you will spar with me." He took off his shoes and proceeded to perform several stretching exercises. The other passengers of our ride from the airport watched from the porch and chatted,
"Sure" I responded. I also removed my shoes. I did my best to imitate his stretches, I was amazed how limber he was, even after almost a day on a plane and the ride from the airport. He was much more flexible than I was. He then executed flurries of punches and combinations of kicks and punches and chops. His movements were so fast my eyes could barely track the motion of his hands and feet. My imitation looked cartoonishly weak and slow by comparison. I became acutely aware of the consequences of my lack of regular exercise.
"I'll show you the basic stances, a few basic strikes, kicks and blocks. Then we can build combinations, and then we'll spar."
"Okay, I'll try" I responded.
"No, you will do more than try; you will execute what I teach you to do. And when class is in session you reply with 'Hai sensei!', 'yes sir!" is also acceptable. Now stand with your feet like so... He ran me through my paces, within minutes I was out of breath and sweating heavily. "Stop holding your breath." He admonished. "If you can't remember to breathe, you will not have any stamina. Try exhaling forcefully with every strike, then you can't help but breathe in, and a 'Kiai!' will help channel your power."
Before I realized, I was punching and blocking in time with him, mirroring his movements, he was a good teacher.
"Good, enough now face me and block my punches."
"Yes sir!"
He punched towards my chest; I tried blocking while stepping to the side like he taught me. It felt like trying to block a tree trunk being swung at me, there was no 'give' at all; Yamamoto-san is made of iron. After a few exchanges, I was panting. Each blow knocked me off-balance.
"Do not break him, Papa!" Suzi called from the front porch.
"Don't worry Suzi-chan, I'm going easy on him." Then to me he said: "How are you going to keep your future wife happy in bed if you don't have the endurance to spar with me for a few minutes?"
"What?!" I was shocked by his comment; I was then barely able to avoid the ham-sized fist that passed millimeters from my nose.
"And you can't let your opponent's comments distract you, keep your guard up!" I tried to refocus. "If this is all you've got, I'll never get a grandson!"
"Don't worry Papa, Jakey-kun is quite proficient in that area" Karin chimed in.
"Is that so?" Mikoto asked mischievously. The three ladies all giggled.
I blushed, Shinzo appeared angry. His next punch was fast, I could barely see it. I managed to block, but not to step, so I took the full force on my forearm (Ouch!), my counter actually connected with his cheek.
"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't intend..."
"Nonsense! You must 'intend', otherwise you won't learn. I think we're done for today"
My 'regular training' started the next morning. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but, I figured it would be wise to humor my father in law.
....
Several days later, as I was putting away the lawnmower, I entertained the uncharitable thought that I was looking forward to my in-laws going home. They were nice people and I didn't mind them visiting, but, I was sore. Literally, I ached from the workouts with Shinzo. He was a harsh taskmaster and a former professional athlete; I was a humanities instructor at a small college. I'm sure he thought he was going easy on me, but the gap between our abilities was as wide as the Pacific, to me, mowing the lawn was a workout.
Suzi greeted me with an iced tea as I limped up the front steps. I downed it in a a matter of a few seconds and passed the empty glass back to Suzi's waiting hand. As we entered the house, I kneaded my shoulder, trying to work out a kink.
"Arigatou, Suzi-chan my love, you always seem to know what I need, you spoil me."
"You're welcome, Anata (Dear), but you should not drink something cold so quickly, it will shock your system, and you could get cramps."
I sat in the breakfast nook, wiped the sweat from my face and sipped from my second glass of tea.
"Are you hungry?" Trixie asked as she stepped around the corner, "I can make you a sandwich or something?"
I did a double take, and was mildly disappointed when I noted her swimsuit peeking out from behind the frilly straps of what she was wearing; I was not being treated to a 'Hakada Apron'.
"I'm only hungry for you, my Pixie, but I'm too sore" I answered teasingly. I drank in the view of her walking back into the kitchen. 'She is too cute' I thought to myself.
"And you are on a 'diet' until our wedding night, you naughty boy." Suzi said as she filled my glass. She then mussed my hair as she left the room. (Was she reading my mind?)
"Here let me“I heard as I again tried to work the knot out of my shoulder. She kneaded under my collar, applying just the right amount of pressure. I felt the muscle start to un-bunch; the cessation of pain was blissful. A sigh escaped my lips.
"You are an angel." I told her as I kissed her hand and then turned to give her better access to my back.
"And you are a wreck, Shinzo-san has been too hard on you, you need a soak and a rub down...Suzi-chan, can you draw a hot bath for your husband to be?”
"Hai Kaa-chan!”<Yes Mommy!>
I didn't realize that it was Suzi's stepmother who was rubbing my back, I should've known as both Suzi and Beatrix were in the kitchen, and no one else was home. I decided that I didn't care, it felt wonderful. A few minutes later I heard the water stop running from upstairs, my bath was ready.
"Thank you for the rub, Okaa-sama <Mother, formal> it felt wonderful, I hear that the bath is ready, a soak sounds like just what the doctor ordered."
"Not so fast, I will be giving you a proper rub down after your soak, and although I like the smell of sweat, I doubt if everyone else does and I can tell you can't reach to properly get clean, so I'll also scrub you first. Now let's go upstairs."
"Okaa-sama, that isn't necessary, I'm fine really ..." she followed after me as I slowly ascended the stairs.
"Nonsense, let me take care of you, you might slip getting in the tub you are so stiff, and please don't call me 'Okaa-sama', it makes me feel old. Call me Mikoto.”
"Mikoto-san?"
"Too-formal, just Mikoto."
"Mikoto-chan? “I teased, appending the diminutive honorific.
"How about without an honorific, you are American after all, try just 'Mikoto'."
"That doesn't feel right, my angel, how about Mikki?"
"Fine, but only when we are alone, and I'll call you 'Jakey-Nyan' <baby talk/ kitten talk version of 'Jake'>
We entered the bathroom; Suzi was mixing some bath salts into the steamy water.
"Thank you Suzi, I can hardly wait, I'm sure the soak will fix me right up. Now if you both will excuse me..." I motioned as if I was going to take off my t-shirt, I felt a twinge, and my shoulders still hurt.
"Don't be silly" Mikoto said sternly as she turned on the shower. "You can barely move, you are going to let me take care of you, whether you like it or not, 'Mother-in-law's Privilege,' now get your arms up!" I did as instructed and she pulled my shirt off.
"Now Mama, be good...Call down if you need anything" she waved to me as she left the room. My eyes lingered on her backside as she left; the way the little bow twitched back and forth as she walked was hypnotic.
"I've been wondering, why does Suzi still wear that maid outfit? She is not your employee anymore." Mikoto asked, as she pulled down my shorts
"She likes it, she says it's easy to work in, and it's cute."
"Here, sit down. I'll get your socks" I obeyed. "Now, get in the shower." The hot water felt great on my sore muscles, Mikoto scrubbed me in a no nonsense manner from outside as we continued to chat. The rational part of my brain was reminding me that mixed bathing at a sentō (bathhouse) or onsen (hot spring) was not that unusual and that in general nudity taboos were different in Japan. A less rational part of my brain was screaming that a beautiful woman was washing me and seeing my nakedness. "After your massage, I could prepare Oyakodon for you, would you like that, Jakey-Nyan?"
Did I detect some seductiveness in her tone of voice? Or, was I hearing things?
I played dumb, "Is that a rice bowl? I find I have a more humble appetite at lunchtime when the weather is warm. I'll probably just make a salad, or something like that." I pretended I didn't realize that she just offered to have a three way with me and her stepdaughter. Bea would be so pissed (She was the only other person home, she would be left out). I started mentally reciting Hamlet's soliloquy to prevent displaying my arousal. How am I going to manage getting through a massage? I have only memorized so much Shakespeare. Maybe I'm imagining things, I need to get my mind out of the gutter. She turned off the water and I stepped into the tub.
"Maybe for an evening meal then, after Karin gets home from work?”
A four-way? Or just a three way with the other daughter? 'Oh, you wicked woman' I thought to myself, and then more Shakespeare:
All right, back under control. I need to move the conversation away from what leads to me thinking about sex and to something safer. But she's so pretty, and I love the attention and I'm naked, and Suzi has me on a 'diet'...
"Mikki, my angel, you are my guest, how would I forgive myself is you so much as nicked a finger cooking a meal while here? Please relax, I'll cook for all of us, is there a dish you or your husband especially like? You haven't tried my home-made pasta sauce yet."
"Italian food? Yes, that sounds good. For now, you relax here while I get ready in the other room."
I was alone with my thoughts in the hot water. I thought to myself that yes, I was imagining things, she wasn't making a pass. Why would she? I mean I know that Karin said that Mikki was upset about the upcoming divorce, but that's just a formality anyway? Dammit, Karin also said that they had an 'open' marriage, but still...She and Shinzo seemed happy together, maybe because Shinzo's other 'wife' was so far away? Maybe she's upset because after the wedding next week, Shinzo would be flying to Naha, not to Tokyo with Mikoto, was she trying to make him jealous? If so, why me? This is a college town, there are hundreds of single young men around that would jump at the chance to be with her.
I'm a jerk for thinking Mikoto's kindness has an ulterior motive, there's no way. Mikoto wouldn't hurt Suzi that way, tempting me to cheat just before her wedding day. Was she testing me? Wait, would a three way even be cheating? By definition, I would have permission from Suzi (and/or Karin?)...the point is moot! I promised Suzi that I'd wait until our wedding night; so, even if not technically cheating, I'd be breaking a promise. That means that Suzi did not have an arrangement with Mikoto, at least not yet. And that means that I am most likely imagining the whole thing... but Suzi knew something, that 'be good' comment as she walked away... That maid outfit, Suzi looks so cute in that maid outfit, I wonder if she'll continue to wear it after the ceremony. I bet she'll look beautiful in her wedding dress, I understand it 's tradition, but I wish I saw her try it on, I bet she lit up the whole room. I wonder what she'll wear on our wedding night? A sexy maid outfit? Whatever she chooses, it'll be 'hot'. It's amazing, out first time will be on our wedding night. I wonder, how my life would be different if I took her up on her offer for a date when we first met in Gotemba all those years ago,?...Well I wouldn't trade my current life for anything, I'm so happy, I'm glad I made the decisions I did....
"Jake, don't fall asleep! Jakey-nyan, It's time to get out, I'm ready for you." Mikoto was calling from the bedroom.
"Just a second."
I took note of my current state, I thought to myself, 'Shit, got to think of something, I can't go in there like this, how embarrassing!' At least I have a clear conscience; I'm this way form thinking about Suzi...'Four score and seven years ago....' I dried off, and then wrapped the towel around myself. A couple more internal recitations of stanzas from the Gettysburg Address and I was presentable. I was relieved as I walked into my bedroom.
In those few minutes that I was in the tub, Mikoto had transformed the master bedroom to a spa: there was a towel covered futon on the floor, the lighting was dimmed, soft music was playing, I noticed candles and incense. She'd even changed clothes, she now wore a tank top and yoga pants. I briefly had a mental image of her changing clothes, <down boy!> I repeatedly reminded myself that she wasn't trying to seduce me. She indicated where she wanted me to lay down by patting the center of the futon from where she was kneeling
As she started my massage, I noted that she must've borrowed oil from Claire (she's at work, so Suzi probably procured it) anyway; I recognized the peach scent as she kneaded my pain away.
"You are wonderful, Mikki my angel. I feel like I could just melt. I didn't realize how much I hurt until I stopped hurting." Some time passed as she worked me over. We shared some idle chit-chat for a while; what foods we liked, travel woes, the upcoming wedding ceremony, my training....
"I know Shinzo is being hard on you, but you did make our girls cry. You've made amends, but still..."
“I made them cry? When?"
"Oh, years ago, Karin was so upset when that boy she hooked up with dumped her. And that nice tourist who refused Suzi, really made her sad. To both of the girls, they felt their first 'real' love had rejected them. At the time Shinzo was ready to hunt whoever that was and beat them senseless. Who would've thought it was the same man? You are a heart-breaker Mr. Ferguson!, I should spank you."
"Please no" I begged and tensed up, "ouch!" some knots reformed in my back from flinching.
"Sorry, I was teasing. I won't spank you; but, I am curious about something..."
She redoubled her efforts, working the muscles of my back. Her hands felt wonderful, the relief was more than worth the pain. Between that bath and Mikki's massage, soon I was feeling drowsy, so relaxed. What did she want to know? State secrets? My social security number? I would tell her anything at that point, just so long as she didn't stop...My consciousness was starting to drift....I think I fell asleep, maybe I dreamed the rest:
She scooched against me, I took the hint and spooned. She took my arm and embraced it, my hand cradled her cheek. I resisted kissing the nape of her neck, and settled for enjoying the enticing floral fragrance of her. Before long, I felt myself slipping into a deeper sleep.
"Shinzo is a lucky man." I mused under my breath.
I thought I heard her say as she left sometime later: "You are a heart-breaker Mr. Ferguson." Maybe I dreamed it?
....
Over the next few days my routine was training in the morning, breakfast, some yard work or whatever, lunch, wedding stuff/meetings, dinner, soak, an hour of TV or board games, then sleep. We were trying to get everything arranged on a very tight schedule. I never knew planning a wedding would be so much work. Meetings with florists, meetings with the caterer, meetings with the band, meetings with the officiant, at least I could skip the trip to the county clerk for a license (we already had papers filed), phone calls about all the meetings. There was going to be an 'open house' on the day after the wedding as well so the yard had to be nice, I felt like I was sore and tired all the time. My stress level was elevated and to top it off, I was on my 'best behavior' because of my house-guests (no fun with the girls) and on a 'diet' until the wedding night, I was sleeping alone. I've gone months, years even, without being with a woman in the past, but, sorely missed evening companionship. So tantalizingly near but forbidden by my promise to my bride to be. Because of my state of exhaustion, stress, and general horniness, I found myself gazing longingly at my girls, I noticed every shake and jiggle when they walked or laughed. I imagined innuendos and flirtations in every conversation. I was sure I was losing it when I started to hallucinate that Mikki was flashing her panties, or wagging her tail at me.
Three days before the wedding day, I nearly had a breakdown.
"Today, Ferguson-san, I will teach you how to fall and how to throw." Shinzo informed me before we spent the next couple of hours slamming my body into the earth. In between throws, Shinzo would question me:
"ENOUGH!" Mikoto yelled. Then grabbed his ear and pulled him away, scolding him in rapid Japanese. She punctuated each sentence with a smack to the side of his head.
I felt hands holding me up and leading me staggering up the stairs, presently I slid into a hot bath and a cold towel was pressed over my eyes. Consciousness slipped away. When I awoke I was laying on my back, someone was working on the muscles of my shoulder. I reached to remove the cloth that covered my face.
"Leave it, Jake, please." She said, her hand covered mine and she reached to prevent me from uncovering my eyes. I felt parts of her body slide across me as she did. I deduced that she didn't want me to see her nakedness. I then realized that she must be seeing mine. It didn't matter; there was nothing arousing about the aches I was feeling. I was still 'punch drunk'.
"What happened?"
"You fell asleep in the bath."
"I did? Why are we naked?"
"That is a silly question. You cannot take a bath with your clothes on."
“Okay, why are you naked?
“I climbed in with you, to keep your head above the water. Now my clothes are soaked.”
“I’m sorry.”
"It does not matter, they will dry soon enough.”
“I meant that I’m sorry that I got Shinzo-san so angry, and caused you two to argue. I should’ve told you both about our family life sooner.”
“I can see how it would be difficult. Regardless, he over-reacted.”
“I never thought I’d see someone so angry.”
“He was pretty riled up; he is protective of our girls.”
“Not him, you. “
“He was being a bully, and for no good reason. The girls are all happy, no one is being hurt. He is just irritated that he couldn’t figure out how to pull off what you did. Six girlfriends, really?”
“No, Mikki, my avenging angel, six wives. I don’t keep anyone on the side, they are all equal. I married them all. Maybe not legally, but all the same...”
“How do you….no, forget it, It is none of my business.”
I felt myself falling back asleep. Mikki’s ministrations were lulling me to unconsciousness as the pain left me.
“When was the last time you ejaculated” She asked, out of the blue.
“What?!” I was no longer sleepy!
“You seem to be out of balance, it is important for your circulation. How long has it been?”
“The morning you arrived, right before I left for the airport.”
“Who? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know”
“It wasn’t Suzi, we’ve never…I promised her that we’d wait for the wedding night.”
“Oh, that is far too long; let me take care of that for you.”
“Thank you, no.”
“I am a clinician; this is strictly a health measure, to prevent vaso-congestion.”
“I can wait three more days. Thank you for your concern.”
“Fine, turn over, I’ll do your back, you are a mess….and no peeking!”
I obliged, I didn’t peek. I felt her weight settle on my lower back, she had straddled me, and started working on my neck with her hands and my back with her lower body. She was asking me something and I answered with a noncommittal grunt, my mind wasn't on what she was saying. I was very aware of her on me, the warmth of her, the smoothness of her skin, the pleasant dampness of someone just out of the bath. Parts of her brushed against me as she switched to knead a different set of muscles on me. Peeking would've been less erotic; she was delightfully nude.
"Stop fighting me Jakey-nyan, let the tension go, I cannot help you if you do not relax."
I couldn't, the tension was from the discomfort of my manhood sandwiched beneath me, demanding to get at the naked woman giving me a massage. I was tempted to just turn over and take her, or let her take me. If she just uses her hands, it's not cheating, right? (It is) This massage was no longer 'relaxing'. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? 'Just three more days', I thought, 'I can last three more days and then I'll be able to be alone with my Suzi'. Her folks will be gone soon after we get back from our little honeymoon, my life will go back to 'normal'...Then, finally I mentally 'let go', I felt the tension leaving me live a receding wave....
"That's it, Jakey-nyan relax, I'll make it all better..."Mikki cooed.
*****
Trixie skipped back into the room just as Karin was finishing her comment about 'Papa Wolf' . "Woof woof! Seems doubly to fit then." Trixie added while sticking out her belly and rubbing it.
"Wait.. are you? did he? when?" Several questions flew in Trixie's direction from the crowd.
"Not yet, but he promised, someday soon...for now we're just practicing. Often." She responded.
Most everyone was laughing happily. I noticed Ava's somewhat forced smile and pulled her aside, and told her quietly: "I made that promise to her after I refused to allow her to give her baby to you, to us to raise as our own. She was ready to give up on being a mother so that you could."
"She was going to do that for me?"
"Yes but, then I told her what your doctor said about how you still might be producing viable eggs, and about IVF. Just so you know, she wants to carry our baby someday too, yours and mine."
After our quick hug, I noticed Ava was openly weeping as she rushed over to embrace her friend. A moment later, Trixie showed us the small box she retrieved when she had stepped out earlier.
"I found this when I was antique shopping, but apparently isn't antique. We all thought it was appropriate for you." The grey metal ring was decorated with a pattern of overlapping circles, not like links in a chain, more similar to an extended 'Audi' corporate logo. "It's a ring of rings, neat huh? We wanted to have a message engraved on the inside but, the shopkeeper thinks it is tungsten or a titanium alloy as his engraving tools wouldn't cut into it." All of them touched my hand as she slid it on my right ring finger, it fit perfectly (what luck! If it couldn't be engraved, it probably couldn't be resized), I thought it would've been too loose on my left hand.
"Why the right hand?" I asked.
"When we exchange rings at the ceremony, it'll be a plain yellow wedding band on your left hand, 'for public consumption', this one (Suzi tapped the ring on my right hand) is for all of us."
"How long did you all have this planned?" I asked. "I'm so happy! and here I thought I was being overly sentimental by giving you each a ring, when you had this here for weeks. I love you all."
****
Some days later, I went with Suzi and Karin to the airport to pick up their parents who were flying in from Japan for the wedding, and to visit for a while. They'd be staying with us until the end of summer, almost five weeks.
As I was helping to load the luggage and packages, I thought how glad I was that we specified a van from Uber to do so, as they had quite a bit of luggage, plus Yamamoto Shinzo is a mountain of a man, at least six and a half feet tall and three-hundred and fifty (or more?) pounds. I thought that there was no way he'd fit in a Prius. Soon enough we were all loaded and on our way back to the house. I was sitting in the third row with Karin, Suzi was in the middle with her mother, her father was in the front passenger seat. Karin and I were having a conversation in whispers while Suzi and her mother chatted (I couldn't follow their rapid Japanese).
"Karin, please pardon my rudeness, but isn't your mom too young to be your mom?"
"Actually, she's my stepmother. My mother passed away when I was nine years old."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know"
"It's okay, it was a long time ago, you know how it is, but thank you anyway"
"So your dad remarried, huh?"
"Yes, sort of twice, it's complicated"
"Complicated? People get divorced; it's nothing to be ashamed of."
"Kaa <mom> became our live-in nanny after Mama died, I was ten, Kaa was fifteen. Papa married her five years later. In between that time he started another family in Okinawa, he has a 'wife' and two kids there now. He used to evenly split his time between the two households and set up his tour to maximize time at one home or the other. Now that he is semi-retired he spends most of his time with Auntie Chitose-san, as the twins aren't yet done with school, and he feels they need a 'firm hand', so like I said, complicated."
"Pardon my bluntness, but is that even legal in Japan, let alone having two wives, but having an affair with the babysitter? Wasn’t she still a minor then?" (I did some mental arithmetic; Karin's stepmother was only four years older than me!)
"Their love affair didn't start until she was eighteen, well above the age of consent at the time, so not illegal, but some might've considered him a creepy old man, dating a girl half his age. They got married when she was twenty. The way it was explained to me, they'd always had an 'open' relationship as Papa probably had a girlfriend at every stop on his tour. On paper he's only married to Kaa, but for all practical purposes he's a bigamist, which would be illegal if he tried to claim both wives with the government. They are talking about Kaa and Papa having a 'Kyōgi Rikon', a divorce by agreement, so that he can marry Auntie Chitose and legitimize the twins, tensions are high because Kaa doesn't want the divorce, but without her consent under 'Koseki' (family laws) Papa would have to try for a 'Chōtei Rikon', a divorce by arbitration, and he doesn't want the publicity."
"Ok I get it, complicated. Is there a reason your mom doesn't want to move to Okinawa? I know I'm an outsider looking in, but if the divorce is just on paper, couldn't they all live there?"
"In theory, she could move. She's a massage therapist and could easily find a job in Naha, near Auntie’s house, but everyone Kaa knows in in Tokyo and her family is there. Besides, she and Chitose don't get along, they always seem to fight. Keeping them about a couple thousand kilometers apart is most likely a good idea."
"Is that why your mom doesn't want the divorce?"
"I bet it's one of the reasons, she views Chitose as a rival and doesn't want her to 'win'. It doesn't help that Chitose is younger than her (a sensitive topic to Kaa) and she's afraid once he's married to Chitose he'll have no reason to leave Naha, other than work, that she'll see him less and eventually lose him. Also, Kaa is well known in the neighborhood as the wife of a minor celebrity. A divorce would both a blow to her self-esteem and her reputation, she'd lose 'face'."
"If Chitose has teen aged children, how much younger can she be?”
"Only a year or two, but Kaa is self-conscious about being 'middle-aged'
"You're kidding, right? She's gorgeous. If I didn't know better I'd think she was younger than me.”
"Are you ogling your mother-in-law?"
"I hope not, I wouldn't want to make her uncomfortable by staring. Are you upset that I noticed that she's pretty?"
"Not at all, you're married, not dead. And she is pretty."
"I know it's not charitable of me, but I'm relieved that their situation is complicated."
"Why is that? Do you consider her a 'MILF'? That you have a chance with her? Do you want a chance with her?"
"....umm" I stammered. "That's not the angle I was looking at this from, I'm hoping it is less likely that your father will rip my arms off when he finds out I'm married to both of his daughters, maybe he'll be sympathetic to our complicated relationship."
"He already knows, I explained it to both of them. He was pretty angry at first but the combined guilt trips applied by Suzi, Kaa and I caused him to surrender. He can't very well criticize our non-traditional family when he has two families himself. I think Kaa made him cry when she beat him up about how lonely she'd been recently, and the divorce he's asking for."
"That's a relief. Not that your stepmother is lonely, that your dad won't rip my arms off."
"He still might beat you within an inch of your life, he may want you to prove that you can protect his precious daughters, and he doesn't yet know about your other four wives, but he does know enough that he envies you, and so does Kaa"
<Gulp>
"I'm mostly kidding. He won't beat you. He'll want to train you. You'll be punished none the less. It may be a distinction without a difference."
"That doesn't make me feel much better. Your dad scares me. Why are your parents envious?"
"He was unable to maintain the relationships with his various girlfriends; he 'thinned the herd' down to the two with children. And those two don't get along. They are jealous of each other, and with one in Tokyo and one in Okinawa, neither gets to see Papa as much as they would like. You have all your lovers under one roof, and we're one big happy family. Once they figure out that you have six, not just Suzi and I, Both Kaa and Papa will think that you must be something superhuman. Papa will hound you to find out the 'secret' and Kaa will probably try and determine if you have magic genitalia."
"Okay, now I'm afraid of both of your parents."
"Don't be, they're very nice people."
"On another note, you mentioned touring more than once, what does he do for a living?"
"Now he teaches martial arts: Aikido and Karate, and on occasion he'll help out at a Sumo 'Stable', but what he's most known for, and what he toured for was Japanese style professional wrestling, He rose to Makushida,semi-pro in the Sumo ranks, a knee injury ended that career, his celebrity is from being 'Doragon-Yama' the mountain dragon. He loved show-business and playing the heel. He's retired from that circuit now, but he was relatively famous back when I was a kid."
I thought to myself, that his profession didn't make him any less scary. Not only does he look like someone who could rip my arms off, he likely knows multiple dismemberment techniques! The man himself interrupted our conversation from the front seat: "Ferguson-san! Is there a dojo near where you live? Or a gym? Someplace where I can loosen up or maybe hit a heavy bag? "
"I'm sure there is someplace on campus that you can use, I'll do some checking, Yamamoto-san."
"Good, good! I am looking forward to putting you through your paces; see what you've got, so to speak!"
"I am sorry to disappoint you, Yamamoto -san, but I have no skills."
"That, I can fix!"
....
The Uber's tail lights had just disappeared around the corner when I felt about fifty pounds of meat collide with me. Yamamoto Shinzo had good-naturedly patted me on the back.
"That flight was too long, I'm so stiff" Shinzo said as he brought his forehead to his knees, folding himself in half. "Ferguson-san, you will spar with me." He took off his shoes and proceeded to perform several stretching exercises. The other passengers of our ride from the airport watched from the porch and chatted,
"Sure" I responded. I also removed my shoes. I did my best to imitate his stretches, I was amazed how limber he was, even after almost a day on a plane and the ride from the airport. He was much more flexible than I was. He then executed flurries of punches and combinations of kicks and punches and chops. His movements were so fast my eyes could barely track the motion of his hands and feet. My imitation looked cartoonishly weak and slow by comparison. I became acutely aware of the consequences of my lack of regular exercise.
"I'll show you the basic stances, a few basic strikes, kicks and blocks. Then we can build combinations, and then we'll spar."
"Okay, I'll try" I responded.
"No, you will do more than try; you will execute what I teach you to do. And when class is in session you reply with 'Hai sensei!', 'yes sir!" is also acceptable. Now stand with your feet like so... He ran me through my paces, within minutes I was out of breath and sweating heavily. "Stop holding your breath." He admonished. "If you can't remember to breathe, you will not have any stamina. Try exhaling forcefully with every strike, then you can't help but breathe in, and a 'Kiai!' will help channel your power."
Before I realized, I was punching and blocking in time with him, mirroring his movements, he was a good teacher.
"Good, enough now face me and block my punches."
"Yes sir!"
He punched towards my chest; I tried blocking while stepping to the side like he taught me. It felt like trying to block a tree trunk being swung at me, there was no 'give' at all; Yamamoto-san is made of iron. After a few exchanges, I was panting. Each blow knocked me off-balance.
"Do not break him, Papa!" Suzi called from the front porch.
"Don't worry Suzi-chan, I'm going easy on him." Then to me he said: "How are you going to keep your future wife happy in bed if you don't have the endurance to spar with me for a few minutes?"
"What?!" I was shocked by his comment; I was then barely able to avoid the ham-sized fist that passed millimeters from my nose.
"And you can't let your opponent's comments distract you, keep your guard up!" I tried to refocus. "If this is all you've got, I'll never get a grandson!"
"Don't worry Papa, Jakey-kun is quite proficient in that area" Karin chimed in.
"Is that so?" Mikoto asked mischievously. The three ladies all giggled.
I blushed, Shinzo appeared angry. His next punch was fast, I could barely see it. I managed to block, but not to step, so I took the full force on my forearm (Ouch!), my counter actually connected with his cheek.
"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't intend..."
"Nonsense! You must 'intend', otherwise you won't learn. I think we're done for today"
My 'regular training' started the next morning. I really wasn't looking forward to it, but, I figured it would be wise to humor my father in law.
....
Several days later, as I was putting away the lawnmower, I entertained the uncharitable thought that I was looking forward to my in-laws going home. They were nice people and I didn't mind them visiting, but, I was sore. Literally, I ached from the workouts with Shinzo. He was a harsh taskmaster and a former professional athlete; I was a humanities instructor at a small college. I'm sure he thought he was going easy on me, but the gap between our abilities was as wide as the Pacific, to me, mowing the lawn was a workout.
Suzi greeted me with an iced tea as I limped up the front steps. I downed it in a a matter of a few seconds and passed the empty glass back to Suzi's waiting hand. As we entered the house, I kneaded my shoulder, trying to work out a kink.
"Arigatou, Suzi-chan my love, you always seem to know what I need, you spoil me."
"You're welcome, Anata (Dear), but you should not drink something cold so quickly, it will shock your system, and you could get cramps."
I sat in the breakfast nook, wiped the sweat from my face and sipped from my second glass of tea.
"Are you hungry?" Trixie asked as she stepped around the corner, "I can make you a sandwich or something?"
I did a double take, and was mildly disappointed when I noted her swimsuit peeking out from behind the frilly straps of what she was wearing; I was not being treated to a 'Hakada Apron'.
"I'm only hungry for you, my Pixie, but I'm too sore" I answered teasingly. I drank in the view of her walking back into the kitchen. 'She is too cute' I thought to myself.
"And you are on a 'diet' until our wedding night, you naughty boy." Suzi said as she filled my glass. She then mussed my hair as she left the room. (Was she reading my mind?)
"Here let me“I heard as I again tried to work the knot out of my shoulder. She kneaded under my collar, applying just the right amount of pressure. I felt the muscle start to un-bunch; the cessation of pain was blissful. A sigh escaped my lips.
"You are an angel." I told her as I kissed her hand and then turned to give her better access to my back.
"And you are a wreck, Shinzo-san has been too hard on you, you need a soak and a rub down...Suzi-chan, can you draw a hot bath for your husband to be?”
"Hai Kaa-chan!”<Yes Mommy!>
I didn't realize that it was Suzi's stepmother who was rubbing my back, I should've known as both Suzi and Beatrix were in the kitchen, and no one else was home. I decided that I didn't care, it felt wonderful. A few minutes later I heard the water stop running from upstairs, my bath was ready.
"Thank you for the rub, Okaa-sama <Mother, formal> it felt wonderful, I hear that the bath is ready, a soak sounds like just what the doctor ordered."
"Not so fast, I will be giving you a proper rub down after your soak, and although I like the smell of sweat, I doubt if everyone else does and I can tell you can't reach to properly get clean, so I'll also scrub you first. Now let's go upstairs."
"Okaa-sama, that isn't necessary, I'm fine really ..." she followed after me as I slowly ascended the stairs.
"Nonsense, let me take care of you, you might slip getting in the tub you are so stiff, and please don't call me 'Okaa-sama', it makes me feel old. Call me Mikoto.”
"Mikoto-san?"
"Too-formal, just Mikoto."
"Mikoto-chan? “I teased, appending the diminutive honorific.
"How about without an honorific, you are American after all, try just 'Mikoto'."
"That doesn't feel right, my angel, how about Mikki?"
"Fine, but only when we are alone, and I'll call you 'Jakey-Nyan' <baby talk/ kitten talk version of 'Jake'>
We entered the bathroom; Suzi was mixing some bath salts into the steamy water.
"Thank you Suzi, I can hardly wait, I'm sure the soak will fix me right up. Now if you both will excuse me..." I motioned as if I was going to take off my t-shirt, I felt a twinge, and my shoulders still hurt.
"Don't be silly" Mikoto said sternly as she turned on the shower. "You can barely move, you are going to let me take care of you, whether you like it or not, 'Mother-in-law's Privilege,' now get your arms up!" I did as instructed and she pulled my shirt off.
"Now Mama, be good...Call down if you need anything" she waved to me as she left the room. My eyes lingered on her backside as she left; the way the little bow twitched back and forth as she walked was hypnotic.
"I've been wondering, why does Suzi still wear that maid outfit? She is not your employee anymore." Mikoto asked, as she pulled down my shorts
"She likes it, she says it's easy to work in, and it's cute."
"Here, sit down. I'll get your socks" I obeyed. "Now, get in the shower." The hot water felt great on my sore muscles, Mikoto scrubbed me in a no nonsense manner from outside as we continued to chat. The rational part of my brain was reminding me that mixed bathing at a sentō (bathhouse) or onsen (hot spring) was not that unusual and that in general nudity taboos were different in Japan. A less rational part of my brain was screaming that a beautiful woman was washing me and seeing my nakedness. "After your massage, I could prepare Oyakodon for you, would you like that, Jakey-Nyan?"
Did I detect some seductiveness in her tone of voice? Or, was I hearing things?
I played dumb, "Is that a rice bowl? I find I have a more humble appetite at lunchtime when the weather is warm. I'll probably just make a salad, or something like that." I pretended I didn't realize that she just offered to have a three way with me and her stepdaughter. Bea would be so pissed (She was the only other person home, she would be left out). I started mentally reciting Hamlet's soliloquy to prevent displaying my arousal. How am I going to manage getting through a massage? I have only memorized so much Shakespeare. Maybe I'm imagining things, I need to get my mind out of the gutter. She turned off the water and I stepped into the tub.
"Maybe for an evening meal then, after Karin gets home from work?”
A four-way? Or just a three way with the other daughter? 'Oh, you wicked woman' I thought to myself, and then more Shakespeare:
'Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come'...
All right, back under control. I need to move the conversation away from what leads to me thinking about sex and to something safer. But she's so pretty, and I love the attention and I'm naked, and Suzi has me on a 'diet'...
"Mikki, my angel, you are my guest, how would I forgive myself is you so much as nicked a finger cooking a meal while here? Please relax, I'll cook for all of us, is there a dish you or your husband especially like? You haven't tried my home-made pasta sauce yet."
"Italian food? Yes, that sounds good. For now, you relax here while I get ready in the other room."
I was alone with my thoughts in the hot water. I thought to myself that yes, I was imagining things, she wasn't making a pass. Why would she? I mean I know that Karin said that Mikki was upset about the upcoming divorce, but that's just a formality anyway? Dammit, Karin also said that they had an 'open' marriage, but still...She and Shinzo seemed happy together, maybe because Shinzo's other 'wife' was so far away? Maybe she's upset because after the wedding next week, Shinzo would be flying to Naha, not to Tokyo with Mikoto, was she trying to make him jealous? If so, why me? This is a college town, there are hundreds of single young men around that would jump at the chance to be with her.
I'm a jerk for thinking Mikoto's kindness has an ulterior motive, there's no way. Mikoto wouldn't hurt Suzi that way, tempting me to cheat just before her wedding day. Was she testing me? Wait, would a three way even be cheating? By definition, I would have permission from Suzi (and/or Karin?)...the point is moot! I promised Suzi that I'd wait until our wedding night; so, even if not technically cheating, I'd be breaking a promise. That means that Suzi did not have an arrangement with Mikoto, at least not yet. And that means that I am most likely imagining the whole thing... but Suzi knew something, that 'be good' comment as she walked away... That maid outfit, Suzi looks so cute in that maid outfit, I wonder if she'll continue to wear it after the ceremony. I bet she'll look beautiful in her wedding dress, I understand it 's tradition, but I wish I saw her try it on, I bet she lit up the whole room. I wonder what she'll wear on our wedding night? A sexy maid outfit? Whatever she chooses, it'll be 'hot'. It's amazing, out first time will be on our wedding night. I wonder, how my life would be different if I took her up on her offer for a date when we first met in Gotemba all those years ago,?...Well I wouldn't trade my current life for anything, I'm so happy, I'm glad I made the decisions I did....
"Jake, don't fall asleep! Jakey-nyan, It's time to get out, I'm ready for you." Mikoto was calling from the bedroom.
"Just a second."
I took note of my current state, I thought to myself, 'Shit, got to think of something, I can't go in there like this, how embarrassing!' At least I have a clear conscience; I'm this way form thinking about Suzi...'Four score and seven years ago....' I dried off, and then wrapped the towel around myself. A couple more internal recitations of stanzas from the Gettysburg Address and I was presentable. I was relieved as I walked into my bedroom.
In those few minutes that I was in the tub, Mikoto had transformed the master bedroom to a spa: there was a towel covered futon on the floor, the lighting was dimmed, soft music was playing, I noticed candles and incense. She'd even changed clothes, she now wore a tank top and yoga pants. I briefly had a mental image of her changing clothes, <down boy!> I repeatedly reminded myself that she wasn't trying to seduce me. She indicated where she wanted me to lay down by patting the center of the futon from where she was kneeling
As she started my massage, I noted that she must've borrowed oil from Claire (she's at work, so Suzi probably procured it) anyway; I recognized the peach scent as she kneaded my pain away.
"You are wonderful, Mikki my angel. I feel like I could just melt. I didn't realize how much I hurt until I stopped hurting." Some time passed as she worked me over. We shared some idle chit-chat for a while; what foods we liked, travel woes, the upcoming wedding ceremony, my training....
"I know Shinzo is being hard on you, but you did make our girls cry. You've made amends, but still..."
“I made them cry? When?"
"Oh, years ago, Karin was so upset when that boy she hooked up with dumped her. And that nice tourist who refused Suzi, really made her sad. To both of the girls, they felt their first 'real' love had rejected them. At the time Shinzo was ready to hunt whoever that was and beat them senseless. Who would've thought it was the same man? You are a heart-breaker Mr. Ferguson!, I should spank you."
"Please no" I begged and tensed up, "ouch!" some knots reformed in my back from flinching.
"Sorry, I was teasing. I won't spank you; but, I am curious about something..."
She redoubled her efforts, working the muscles of my back. Her hands felt wonderful, the relief was more than worth the pain. Between that bath and Mikki's massage, soon I was feeling drowsy, so relaxed. What did she want to know? State secrets? My social security number? I would tell her anything at that point, just so long as she didn't stop...My consciousness was starting to drift....I think I fell asleep, maybe I dreamed the rest:
"Ask me anything, my angel, anything..."I'm a fan of naps. There's a certain hedonistic aspect to napping on a summer afternoon; the warmth, birds chirping, dappled sunlight, the smells of flowers or cut grass. I dreamed that I was napping outside, under a tree, in the summertime. Someone was with me in my dream, my head rested on her lap as she knelt, she playfully ran her fingers through my hair. Her skin was soft, she smelled nice, like jasmine and peaches.
"Since you are marrying both Karin and Suzi...."
"Yesh?" I answered sleepily.
"Are you planning on having an open marriage?"
"No." I answered without hesitation.
"No?" She asked again.
"No." I responded. Then we were silent for a long moment.
"Just 'no'? Really? Somehow I got the impression....how many of your tenants are your lovers?'
"All of them." Her hands stopped, as if surprised by my answer. When she began massaging again, it felt different, lighter, her hands lingered. It was no longer a clinical massage, every touch was a caress.
"There's room for one more, isn't there?" she asked, her lips and inch from my ear, she was no longer kneeling, I felt the length of her body pressed against mine as she caressed me. I was asleep, right? Dreaming?
"Sure, two rooms, third floor, empty, low rent...but " I managed to answer from my drowsy state.
"Not tenants, Jakey-Nyan, mistresses, want one more?"
"No ...never cheat, can't make them cry.”
"But, the other girls in the house, they are your lovers?" I could hear the dejection in her voice.
"It's complicated." I managed to say before I started snoring.
“You know, I could stay with you, there is nothing waiting for me at home that cannot wait a little longer." She whispered to me.”
"There's no rush, napping like this is heavenly"
"I meant after our nap, I could stay a while and help take care of you, would you like that?"
"Whatever you want, my angel."
"What do you want?"
"I want this dream to last a long time, you're cuddly."
"We can do more than cuddle."
"You are a tease, how about we just enjoy our nap?"
"I guess I will take what I can get."
She scooched against me, I took the hint and spooned. She took my arm and embraced it, my hand cradled her cheek. I resisted kissing the nape of her neck, and settled for enjoying the enticing floral fragrance of her. Before long, I felt myself slipping into a deeper sleep.
"Shinzo is a lucky man." I mused under my breath.
I thought I heard her say as she left sometime later: "You are a heart-breaker Mr. Ferguson." Maybe I dreamed it?
....
Over the next few days my routine was training in the morning, breakfast, some yard work or whatever, lunch, wedding stuff/meetings, dinner, soak, an hour of TV or board games, then sleep. We were trying to get everything arranged on a very tight schedule. I never knew planning a wedding would be so much work. Meetings with florists, meetings with the caterer, meetings with the band, meetings with the officiant, at least I could skip the trip to the county clerk for a license (we already had papers filed), phone calls about all the meetings. There was going to be an 'open house' on the day after the wedding as well so the yard had to be nice, I felt like I was sore and tired all the time. My stress level was elevated and to top it off, I was on my 'best behavior' because of my house-guests (no fun with the girls) and on a 'diet' until the wedding night, I was sleeping alone. I've gone months, years even, without being with a woman in the past, but, sorely missed evening companionship. So tantalizingly near but forbidden by my promise to my bride to be. Because of my state of exhaustion, stress, and general horniness, I found myself gazing longingly at my girls, I noticed every shake and jiggle when they walked or laughed. I imagined innuendos and flirtations in every conversation. I was sure I was losing it when I started to hallucinate that Mikki was flashing her panties, or wagging her tail at me.
Three days before the wedding day, I nearly had a breakdown.
"Today, Ferguson-san, I will teach you how to fall and how to throw." Shinzo informed me before we spent the next couple of hours slamming my body into the earth. In between throws, Shinzo would question me:
"When were you going to tell us about the rest?"This went on for a while, each time he'd throw me, I'd stagger and get up. After a couple dozen throws I was swaying. He kept asking questions, never raising his voice, but I knew he was furious.
"This is Kaiten Nage, the wheel throw." <Crunch>
"How long were you with the others before my daughters?"
"This is Koshi Nage, the hip throw." <CRASH>
"Are my daughters not enough for you?"
"This is Shiho Nage, the four corners throw." <Smash>
"Are you some sort of pervert?"
"This is Tenchi Nage, the 'Heaven and Earth' throw." <BLAM>
"This is Aiki-Otoshi, the blending drop." <Snap>
"Why should I let you walk with Tsubaki down the aisle? I should not let you walk at all."
"ENOUGH!" Mikoto yelled. Then grabbed his ear and pulled him away, scolding him in rapid Japanese. She punctuated each sentence with a smack to the side of his head.
I felt hands holding me up and leading me staggering up the stairs, presently I slid into a hot bath and a cold towel was pressed over my eyes. Consciousness slipped away. When I awoke I was laying on my back, someone was working on the muscles of my shoulder. I reached to remove the cloth that covered my face.
"Leave it, Jake, please." She said, her hand covered mine and she reached to prevent me from uncovering my eyes. I felt parts of her body slide across me as she did. I deduced that she didn't want me to see her nakedness. I then realized that she must be seeing mine. It didn't matter; there was nothing arousing about the aches I was feeling. I was still 'punch drunk'.
"What happened?"
"You fell asleep in the bath."
"I did? Why are we naked?"
"That is a silly question. You cannot take a bath with your clothes on."
“Okay, why are you naked?
“I climbed in with you, to keep your head above the water. Now my clothes are soaked.”
“I’m sorry.”
"It does not matter, they will dry soon enough.”
“I meant that I’m sorry that I got Shinzo-san so angry, and caused you two to argue. I should’ve told you both about our family life sooner.”
“I can see how it would be difficult. Regardless, he over-reacted.”
“I never thought I’d see someone so angry.”
“He was pretty riled up; he is protective of our girls.”
“Not him, you. “
“He was being a bully, and for no good reason. The girls are all happy, no one is being hurt. He is just irritated that he couldn’t figure out how to pull off what you did. Six girlfriends, really?”
“No, Mikki, my avenging angel, six wives. I don’t keep anyone on the side, they are all equal. I married them all. Maybe not legally, but all the same...”
“How do you….no, forget it, It is none of my business.”
I felt myself falling back asleep. Mikki’s ministrations were lulling me to unconsciousness as the pain left me.
“When was the last time you ejaculated” She asked, out of the blue.
“What?!” I was no longer sleepy!
“You seem to be out of balance, it is important for your circulation. How long has it been?”
“The morning you arrived, right before I left for the airport.”
“Who? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know”
“It wasn’t Suzi, we’ve never…I promised her that we’d wait for the wedding night.”
“Oh, that is far too long; let me take care of that for you.”
“Thank you, no.”
“I am a clinician; this is strictly a health measure, to prevent vaso-congestion.”
“I can wait three more days. Thank you for your concern.”
“Fine, turn over, I’ll do your back, you are a mess….and no peeking!”
I obliged, I didn’t peek. I felt her weight settle on my lower back, she had straddled me, and started working on my neck with her hands and my back with her lower body. She was asking me something and I answered with a noncommittal grunt, my mind wasn't on what she was saying. I was very aware of her on me, the warmth of her, the smoothness of her skin, the pleasant dampness of someone just out of the bath. Parts of her brushed against me as she switched to knead a different set of muscles on me. Peeking would've been less erotic; she was delightfully nude.
"Stop fighting me Jakey-nyan, let the tension go, I cannot help you if you do not relax."
I couldn't, the tension was from the discomfort of my manhood sandwiched beneath me, demanding to get at the naked woman giving me a massage. I was tempted to just turn over and take her, or let her take me. If she just uses her hands, it's not cheating, right? (It is) This massage was no longer 'relaxing'. Did she have any idea what she was doing to me? 'Just three more days', I thought, 'I can last three more days and then I'll be able to be alone with my Suzi'. Her folks will be gone soon after we get back from our little honeymoon, my life will go back to 'normal'...Then, finally I mentally 'let go', I felt the tension leaving me live a receding wave....
"That's it, Jakey-nyan relax, I'll make it all better..."Mikki cooed.
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