Free The Wives (Bradley's Harem) by Jordan Silver Page A

home more often,
it’s something that I do a few times a month but with these new developments
and who knew where this shit was going to end I think I should stay closer to
home for the next little while.
    My family was all huddled together in
our custom built California king sized bed, the kids in the middle some
sleeping and some being read to by Marcy.”
    “Hey girls.” They jumped off the bed
and ran to me; I held out my arms and drew them in holding them close to my
heart as I looked over their heads at the twins who stared back at me from
where they lay surrounded by bunting or whatever the fuck you call it while their
sister and three older brothers were asleep. This was my family, mine, they
belonged to me and I wasn’t going to lose any of them not ever.
    I kept them busy and their minds
occupied with everything we had to do incase of the worst, I wasn’t taking
anything for granted. Elizabeth Stanton is one of those high society types, the
type who shows the world one face while living a lie, she’s the type that gave
women with money who actually were happy a bad name, because she’s everyone’s
ideal of the quintessential deluded housewife, the only one she was fooling was
herself if she thought others didn’t see through her bullshit. If the wealthy
didn’t want the rest of the world to know what actually went on in their lives
they shouldn’t have let the Hollywood bigs make nighttime soap operas. That’s
exactly what her life was like, her daughter had already told me some of what
she saw and to some extent suspected about her home life, I guess Elizabeth
forgot or was so narcissistic that she wouldn’t expect her daughter to share
those things not even with her husband whom she loved.
    They were all pretty clingy all that
day and I handed out a lot of hugs and reassuring kisses and then the kids woke
up and they felt the tension and grew cranky themselves and I was ready to hunt
the bitch down myself and pitch her ass of my roof. Janine poor thing was
feeling it the worse, it was her mother after all and though I in no way held
her responsible for her mother’s behavior there was no telling her that. I’m
not one for moping and I sure as shit was not going to let Elizabeth ruin
another minute of my day, I knew part of their fear was that Elizabeth knew
where we lived. So I came up with a great idea on the spot.
    “Let’s go to the beach house.”
    I got up from the couch where I’d been
sitting between them as they huddled like refuges; enough of this shit, no one
was going to make my fucking wives afraid, no one was allowed to exert that
type of power over me and mine. Fuck that.
    There was a lot of squealing and
excited murmurs as I got another round of hugs and longer kisses this time
before they rushed off to pack. I called Zade and told him our plans and he
said he’d get the information to me no matter where I was and if anything it
was only a few short hours by the Stream from there to here.
    I drove out to the airfield and
checked in with control to make a flight plan, it was pretty last minute and
the guy tried giving me shit but money always talks in these situations. We got
the kids settled and Janine and Anna sat back there while Marcy kept me company
in the cockpit. My little tomboy is into all this shit in fact she only needed
a dozen or so more flights up and she would be licensed.
    “How’re you really doing Marce?”
    “Much better now that I know that
viper can’t get to us or the kids.” Yeah I guess I called that one.
    “Don’t worry about Elizabeth like I
said Zade is on it everything’s going to be fine.”
    “Thanks for taking care of us, I
think we were all at the brink of freaking out.” She put her hand in my lap and
rubbed. It didn’t take much more than that to have my cock sitting up to take
notice. Her nail tips felt fucking amazing trailing up and down my growing
stiffness and I was soon pushing up into her hand. I made sure the coordinates
were set