Kiera's Soulmates

Daniel

I walked in the door and the wonderful smell of pot roast reached my nose. I breathe in deep. it's one of my favorite meals. I can only hope that mashed potatoes are with it. I can hear Brutus in the studio and know that my Kiera is in there. He never goes far from her side. Him and Stella were two of the best choices we made. Stella has brought joy to us and Brutus has given Kiera a sense of independence for the first time in a long time. I love my wife and I love Stella. Though my love for Stella must be kept secret. I love Kiera too much to have an affair.

My stomach rumbles, bringing me out of my thoughts. I make my way to the studio and sure enough there is Kiera and Brutus. Brutus is laying next to Kiera with his tail wagging and looking at me. Kiera looks deep in thought as she stares at the blank canvas. I set my briefcase and shopping bag next to the door and walk over to Kiera wrapping my arms around her. "Hi, honey." she says. I smile and breathe in lavender and vanilla. She smells so wonderful to me. "Hi, Baby. I see you're contemplating a new painting." "I am." I kiss the top of her head. "Well, I am sure whatever it will be, will be wonderful." "Thanks, you're so good for my ego." I laugh and say, "I got you something." "Again?" "Yes." I let go and walk and get the shopping bag. Brutus jumps up and looks ready to play. "You look like you have something in here." He barks at me. I smile and toss out his bone from the bag. "I'm not sure who is more spoiled, you.. or her," I tell him. I hand the rest of the contents of the bag to her as she turns around to face me. She squeals in delight. "Thank you! It's the new paints I wanted to try! STELLA! Come look," she says as she holds up her arms for a hug. I oblige, unable to deny her anything. Stella comes through the door and Kiera holds up the blacklight paint in various colors. "OH! Your gonna be able to do a painting for the children's museum that will pop in their blacklight room!" Stella says. "I know just what I want to do too!" Kiera replies. She turns back around excitedly, ready to start painting again. "Hold up, dinner first," I tell her as I wheel her around again and start pushing her out the door. Stella laughs, so I know she has her pouty face on. Brutus jumps up and follows us out the door and into the dining room where everything is already set up. "Thank you Stella. This looks great!" I hear Kiera tell her. I smile and wish I knew how to approach the subject of polyamory with my wife without her feeling heartbreak. I know that's not what it is about, but she doesn't know that.

Sitting down at the table, I can't help but think about the first time I met her.

Five and a half years ago...

I hear my phone ring. frantically searching for it I find it under the stack of blueprints I'm looking at. I answered it. "Jaseton Remodeling. How can I help you?" There is a man on the other end. I can hear heavy breathing and know this is going to be a rough call. "Hello, is this Daniel?" "It is. what can I do for you, sir?" "Orlando Rehab recommended I call you. Mine and my wife's home is in need of remodeling." Oh man, I think. She must have had a bad stroke. I had no idea that the phone call was about the daughter. I felt sorry for the guy. My business was full. We had six projects going in various stages. And another ten scheduled to start in the next three months. I'm not sure if I can add another one, especially if it is a complete remodel. Still, I ask, "What are you needing done, sir?" "You see, my daughter was in a really bad auto accident about 6 months ago on I-95. She was in the middle of a 20 vehicle accident." I remember hearing about it on the news. it was a bad accident. 50 people had been involved, and all because a drunk driver had chosen to drive. He had wound up going the wrong way on an exit and up the highway. A semi couldn't avoid him and it resulted in the worst accident in Florida's history with 5 people losing their lives. 30 people in critical condition and the rest were scratched up. I sit down at my desk. I knew this was going to be a hard call and whatever this man's request was, I knew I wasn't going to be able to deny it. I just had to figure out how many more people I would need to hire. I heard him take a deep breath and I knew more was coming. "She was left with her spinal cord partially severed. She is in a wheelchair and doctors don't know if she will be able to walk again." I can hear the emotions in his voice. I take a deep breath. "Sir, what is your name?" "Bradley Stratton" I take a deep breath in. I know that name. There had been a scuba diving incident involving someone with that name a few hours prior to the accident. I know because I follow the SCUBA news chapter for our area. Not to mention his name is in all of my circles. Has been. if you were looking for an instructor, he was the best. If you wanted to explore the aquifers and springs in Florida, he was the guide to ask for. He was the lieutenant fireman for Jaseton, FL. I had intended to see if he would guide me on a Silver Springs exploration, I just had never taken the time to ask. "Bradley, it is nice to meet you" I say. "Please, call me Brad." "Ok, Brad, what exactly are you needing done?" I'm already making a basic list in my head. Doorways will probably need to be expanded, ramp or two installed, pathways to the outside, and usually with the old houses around here as grand as they are, most of the time we have to expand by 10 feet to accommodate the wheelchair. I won't know the full extent until I can take myself and my planning team to the house, but a client's opinion usually gives us a place to start. I'll go down and get the original blueprints of the house from the county records. "We need a ramp in the front of the house. Ours is one of the smaller ones in the Orange Grove subdivision." I whistle. That subdivision is nice, containing some of the newer houses in the area. Their HOA is hard to get things through though, but I know we can do it. The president is my sister. How I have not run into this guy is beyond me now. "We are going to need our doorways expanded, and we aren't sure how to set up our furniture to accommodate a wheelchair. I heard you have an interior designer on your team? Would they be able to help with that?" I look at Tara and I can see the excitement on her face. I know she is overhearing our conversation and this kind of thing is why she wanted to be with my team. "I do, and I know she would love to help. You do understand that we are a second chance organization that employs people on probation and parole?" "We do. That is why we called. We believe in what you are doing. I know your plate is probably full. and I am calling rather early. Kiera isn't expected to be done with rehab for another six months." "I will meet with the team, get the blueprints and draw up a remodel based on those, but it would help if we could come see the house. Will you be available on Monday for me and my team to come take a look?" It is Friday now. "I will be here. My wife will be working. I have mobility issues myself." I glance at Tara and see she is already deep in thought and grabbing her keys. I know the blueprints will be here in an hour. She is going to grab them. "Sir, I think we can do something quick to help you be able to move easier around your house. Then start on the remodel in five months after you and your wife and the city and HOA approve the plans." "So, your taking us on?" "Yes." "Wow. Thank you!" "I will see you Monday with my team, say around 10am?" I'm not telling him yet, but I know Tara is already planning to stay if needed to rearrange furniture and glancing at my mobility expert, he is ready to help her. My core team never fails to surprise me. They are ex-inmates themselves. Having had their start on the construction teams, they all took classes in what they were interested in. It is part of the contract they had to sign to be employed by my company. I started this company after my brother had lost his life to suicide. He had been an inmate for 5 years and though it was petty theft, he had done it enough that in society's eyes, he had become unemployable. It worsened his depression, leading him to make the decision he made. After, I made a vow to turn my construction company into one to help people like him. It has become a success on many levels....

5 months later....

As expected, it was difficult to get the plans approved, but we did it. I'm standing on the lot looking at the house. it was made easier by the lot being a double. They had purchased two lots. They had made plans to add a guest house and swimming pool but put those plans on hold after the accident. Thank God, because we are having to turn this quaint 2 bedroom 2 bath 1200 square foot home into a 3 bedroom 3 bath 2000 square foot home. The original bedrooms and bathrooms did not have enough space to accommodate a wheel chair, even if we had added on to them, so it was decided to expand. Today is groundbreaking on the expansion. If it stays on schedule, we will be done the day before Kiera is scheduled to be released. Brad and his wife Zoe had already removed anything expensive from the home. Normally I know my crew and wouldn't worry about it, plus I have extra insurance to cover anything that comes up missing, but I had to hire 20 people from around the state that I have not had a chance to fully evaluate. I refuse to call them ex-cons. They are people too, they just need a little confidence in them that they can do the right thing. They all had to sign the same contracts my crews had to sign. I guess we will see how this goes. "Hi." I look and see Zoe standing on her soon to be expanded porch. I wave at her. "Ready to get started?" "Beyond ready, this has been hard. Thank your team again for me for giving my husband more room. He is able to walk around now with just a cane." I smile. As expected, when we did the walk through 5 months ago, Tara and Jake stayed behind and moved furniture around. "They enjoyed it. I have enjoyed getting to know you guys. Will Eric be here when Kiera is released?" Eric is Kiera's older brother by 3 years, and from my understanding even more protective of Kiera than ever. Choosing to stay in Orlando and work and visit her every day, helping with her recovery. He is a graphic designer, so he can work from anywhere. "Oh yes, he has gotten the vehicle needed to transport Kiera, so he will bring her home." For some reason, butterflies are starting in my stomach. I haven't met her yet, but Tara has. She has gone to Orlando to get to know her and get ideas for her room. Each time she has come back excited and glowing, and has talked non-stop about Kiera. I feel like I know her myself. "I know you're ready to have her home. We should be done the day before. Provided our summer goes as normal." Florida is notorious for hurricanes, but the biggest thing is the afternoon showers. They can pop up and last anywhere from 10 minutes to hours. "Hey Daniel, we are planning a party a week after she comes home. Will you be there?" I smile. I feel like I am a part of this family. Zoe has made sure I eat each time I have come over, and Brad and myself talk about scuba and firefighting for hours after we finish talking about the house. I have come to love them like my parents. "Sure," I tell her. She smiles and walks back into the door. Since most of the original home won't be touched, Brad and her have decided to stay during the construction. The kitchen will be the first thing to be done so they can have it alittle easier. We are knocking out the back wall of the kitchen, adding 10 feet to it and creating the entrance to Kiera's new room. It should be done by the end of the week. The guest bedroom is becoming Eric's bedroom. He plans to stay for the next year to help his family transition to their new life. I know from Tara that Kiera is not wanting to stay with her parents for life, but I also know she is scared and unable to do her previous work as an EMT. I shake my head as the bus from our own dorms pull up. Work is about to begin.

A month later...

Wow. it looks good. We did it. Despite a tropical storm coming through we were able to complete on time and on budget. and it looks great. The team is going to put up a pool next month. I'm doing the final walkthrough with the inspector and everything is checking out perfect. The new crew is going to be permanent. They worked hard on this house and have fulfilled their 30 day trial contracts. Some even chose to go to college. We walk outside to see a van open its side door. Eric and Kiera are home. Zoe and Brad are standing on their newly expanded porch. Kiera rolls onto the ramp on the van and my heart stops. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Long blond hair, put up in a ponytail, and that smile she has on her face, I would give my life to be able to see that smile everyday. Wait, what am I thinking? Where is this coming from? I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts but can feel myself getting hard. I start forcing myself to think about anything besides the goddess that is in front of me.

Thinking back to that day puts a smile on my face. I snap out of the memory to hear Kiera and Stella talk about what they are wanting to do tomorrow and it makes me so proud of Kiera and how far she has come. I load my plate up and start eating. I have a big project coming up and 15 new people I have to add to finish it. I am worried about one of them. He reminds me so much of my brother. I'm not sure if he is going to be able to hold to the contract. He is a wild card.

*****

MYSTERY MAN

Running through the woods, I stumble over a fallen tree. "s**t. That hurt." I can hear the dogs. They are getting closer. I may have to dive into that lake to lose them. The cops are yelling my name. I swear, I'm not going back to jail. Especially because of some i***t. I can't believe he did that knowing I have a chance to change my life. I'm worried though. I crave the adrenaline this gives me. So many emotions are going through my head. I shake it and take off running into the lake. Twenty to thirty minutes in there should be enough for the cops to give up and leave. I'll have to look at the damage then. Hopefully it is just a bruise. I'm getting too old for this.

*******

I noticed Kiera looking at me and I give her a smile. "The pot roast and mashed potatoes hit the spot. Thank you Stella." I say while looking at her. "Your welcome. I think I am going to retire to my bedroom for the night. You two have fun." "I'm sure we will" I wink at Kiera and she blushes. I know where her mind is, and I know just what to do about it. Not to mention, it will give me something else to focus on besides this project that got thrown into my lap today. I may have gotten in over my head. Yeah, I could have turned it down, but it is the opportunity of a lifetime to prove my company works. I stand up, look at Kiera and I can see she is already headed to the bedroom. I love my woman so much. I follow behind her and she takes her shirt off. I can feel myself getting hard. I can't get enough of her sometimes...

***Kiera***

I know something is bothering my husband. It is written all over his face. I love him so much. Something is missing though. I don't feel complete. A friend was talking to me about polyamory a few days ago. She is so happy with her three men. I have been looking into it and it matches the way I have felt all my life. Now, I'm trying to figure out how to talk to my husband about it. I don't want him to think I don't love him. Something is just missing.

I back away from the table and start heading to the bedroom. I can hear footsteps behind me and know he is following. I tear my shirt off. I think some play time is just what we both need right now. I make it to our bed and before I can shift myself into it he is by my side and picking me up. How did I get so lucky to have him walk with me in this life? He is so strong and his aura is powerful. It makes me want to do anything I can for him. Whatever he asks of me, I want to say yes, sir. He settles me in the bed and stands up. I can see his bulge through his pants. So much restraint. He takes my shoes off. Then starts to kiss my neck. I purr and claw at his shirt. He chuckles and grabs my hands. I know what is coming and sure enough, he grabs the cuffs and hooks my arms to them. I sigh in frustration and excitement. I give him my best evil glare and he just laughs before bringing his mouth down onto my n****e. I can feel the heat growing in my abdomen and know I am wet already. He shifts and starts to twirl his tongue around my n****e while nipping at it. He takes his hand and pinches and massages my other breast before moving his mouth to it and teasing it. His hands slide down my sides to my pants before he breaks his hold on my breast. Stripping me down to nothing he grins and I melt. He climbs on the bed still clothed and positions himself between my legs. I squirm against the cuffs, wanting to bad to pull him up and strip him down. His mouth goes down and he places kisses and bites all over my legs. I feel every one of them and the feeling is glorious. He is making his way to my center and I'm growing hotter by the second. Suddenly, before he reaches it, he pulls off of me. I groan and he laughs. He frees his member and climbs up on top of me. I smile in delight and close my mouth. he teases it open with the tip of his very enlarged member. I take him in, knowing I am about to get my face f****d hard. He doesn't disappoint. Shoving it in and out of my throat. Giving me just enough time to breathe between thrusts. I gag, and I swear I could feel him grow even bigger. He puts my undies in my hand. I know if I drop them, he will stop and move onto his next target. I hold on to them tight, not ready for this to end yet. It is making me feel so small and vulnerable and sexy. I know I am close to cumming. This is soo hot to me. Being used for his pleasure. I love it. I can feel him start to throb in my throat, and I know if he doesn't pull out soon, he will c*m. I am not sure if I want him to c*m now or wait. I don't have a choice, though, as he pulls out. I breathe in deep. Sad at the loss of his member in my mouth but excited for what is to come next. I lick my dry and sore lips. He smiles and tells me, "Good girl, I love feeling your lips around my cock." I smile, afraid to try to talk. "Does my girl need some release?" I nod. He says, "Words." I say, "Yes, Sir. Please make me cum." His grin gets as big as the cat in Alice in Wonderland. My voice sounds strange to me. He settles himself in between my legs and his mouth comes down hard on my p***y. I shake my head back and forth and use my arms to try to pull myself away. He locks his arms around my waist, effectively holding me in place. He is as hungry as a bear. I know he won't stop until I c*m three or four times. and he doesn't disappoint. Moving his tongue around my c**t and nipping at it with his teeth before shoving his fingers into my soaking p***y and playing with my spot. I start to c*m hard. He pulls away and shoves his member into my throbbing p***y. I groan in ecstasy. He gives me a kiss and I can taste myself. I feel another orgasm and shout his name. I can feel him throbbing again as he releases my hands. I claw at his back as another wave hits. I feel him c*m as I do and he slumps on top of me. I hold him. Both of us breathing hard. After a few minutes, he climbs off of me and heads to the bathroom. I hear the water running and know I have a bath coming. I shudder from the sudden chill around me. My thoughts on what just happened and on what may be troubling my husband. I wonder if he is having trouble with one of his employees. He walks back into the bedroom and I smile. I know I am going to have to get him to talk, but first it is time for him to spoil me with a bath.

***Daniel***

God, she looks so beautiful in the after glow of s*x. I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. Everything is set up. I even ran us a bubble bath. I know it will relax her. I climb into the tub and settle us both down. I hear her sigh in delight. Her body relaxing against mine. I was a little rougher on her than normal, but I'm not sure that I am sorry about it. It gave me a sense of control. and judging by the amount of times she gushed, I'd say she had enjoyed it. Maybe I ought to do that more often. "Comfortable?" I ask her. "Very." I hear a mix of emotions in her voice. Kissing the top of her head I ask, "what's wrong?" "Nothing. That was beautiful and fun and made me feel like I was loved and ..." I hear her choke up. "And what?" I prompt her. "and like I was a submissive." I gasp. I had no idea. "So, you enjoyed it?" "Yes. I know we have done similar before, but that was a whole different level." "Hmm." I grab her favorite bath wash and start cleaning her. She sighs and settles in closer to me. She will either be ready to paint or fall asleep after this. I am ready for bed myself, but I really need to go over the plans for this project I have coming. So much to do and the town council is on my back about it. I am not sure if the six month time limit will be enough. I sigh and gather her up. Stepping out of the tub and placing her on her chair so I can dry her I ask, "Do you wish to paint or watch some TV until you fall asleep?" I see the contemplative look on her face before she says, "paint." I go into the bedroom and grab one of my old shirts. Going back to the bathroom I slip it over her head before picking her up and taking her to her wheelchair. Gently placing her on it, she pulls me closer to her for a kiss before wheeling herself back to the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. I turn around and head to the studio, knowing she will be close behind. I grab my briefcase I left by the door and take it to my desk in the corner. Looking around the room I can't help but notice her client's painting is done and the town scene makes me feel like I am standing at the edge of it. She is so good. Her paintings often transport me to another location. I pull myself out and sit at my desk, pulling the prints and the new contacts out. I go over the contracts and wonder if it will be enough to keep the one person out of trouble. Maybe I should add another clause to them. Something about mental health. Deep in thought I don't notice that Kiera has come in the door.