11 comments/ 50588 views/ 26 favorites Katie's New Boyfriend By: timmywells This is the story of a charismatic young man whose boyish appearance gave no hint of the peculiar power he was able to exert over some people. It's also a story of betrayal by a couple and of their being manipulated by a persuasive young man, and involves a degree of humiliation and consensual degradation. *** I had just finished my coffee and was preparing to start one of my long-postponed household projects when the doorbell rang. My first temptation was to ignore it, since it was probably somebody handing out religious pamphlets or selling cookies, and in retrospect I should have done just that. I didn't. Instead I went to peek out of the side of the window curtains, and there he was. He didn't see me looking out at him, so I could have just moved away from the window and gone about my business until he went away. I didn't. Like I was walking against the force of a hurricane, I found myself going to the door and opening it, despite knowing that I was making a mistake. "Hi Mr. B.," my daughter's boyfriend said, giving me a smile, the kind of smile that someone gives you when they know a secret of yours - something about you that no one else knows. "Kenny," I said, nodding and finding myself unable to look him in the eye. "Uh... Katie isn't here. Her mom and her, they went..." "To visit Katie's grandmother," Kenny said in finishing my sentence, smiling that smile and showing those dimples that probably melted a whole lot of hearts over the course of his 19 years. "Uh," was all I could say as I shrugged my shoulders and shifted my weight from foot to foot in the doorway. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" Kenny said, and as he spoke he moved right past me and into my home. It wasn't like I couldn't have stopped him, because Kenny's only about 5'7" and maybe 135 pounds soaking wet, so I'm almost a half foot taller than and maybe 50 pounds heavier than him. But I didn't. Instead I stepped aside and let him stroll right past me. All of the authoritative attitude that kept my staff at work in line was nowhere to be found, and now I was closing the door behind me and following Kenny into the kitchen. "Didn't come to see Katie," Kenny said, his thumbs hooked into the belt loops of his shorts as he leaned back against the sink. "Ahem." Kenny had cleared his throat, having noticed that while I was having trouble looking him eye to eye, I had no problem staring elsewhere, and I forced myself to look up from the bulge in his camel colored shorts to face him. "Came to see you." "Look, about last night," I started to say, but Kenny cut me off. "Ah! Last night," Kenny sighed. "That was really something. That's why I'm here." "You don't understand. Last night - I had a couple of drinks and..." "Yes, the old demon alcohol!" Kenny said with a smile. "I've used that excuse myself many times. Hell, I had a couple of drinks too, so maybe that gives us both a reason for what happened - for what you did and what I let you do." "It's more complex than that," I explained. "Katie's mother and me, we..." "That's another good one," Kenny said as he came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder. Part of me wanted to kill Kenny. His angelic looks and his Eddie Haskell-like attitude toward me were now replaced by this new angle. It was like us seeming to change roles, with me acting like a 19 year old college kid and Kenny playing the part of the middle aged business man. "Remember this?" Kenny was saying as he showed me a picture on his phone, and when I saw the shot of the back of my head and Kenny's lap I closed my eyes, but that didn't work because in my mind I could still see it. "You're cute when you blush," Kenny said as he clicked the phone shut and slipped it in his pocket. "What do you want?" I said, fearing I was about to be blackmailed. The photo wasn't clear. After all, it was pretty dark in the car and you couldn't really tell it was me, unless you knew me well. "You know what I want," Kenny said. "Go lock the door." "I can't." "Your room or Katie's?" Kenny sort-of asked me, and then answered his own question. "Yours. The bed is probably nicer." Down the hall Kenny went, leaving me standing in the kitchen wishing that everything that happened last night between 10:45 and 1 in the morning had never happened. *** What had happened to bring young Kenny to my house that morning? I had to pee. That was why I found myself walking down the hall a little before 11 the night before. My wife Barbara and I turned in early, as is our custom on Friday nights, but because our daughter was home we didn't do what we usually do. Instead we just went to sleep, and after Barbara dropped off I found myself wide awake. I heard a noise downstairs and decided to peek down through the rails of the stairway. It was Katie and her boyfriend of a couple of weeks, Kenny. He was a goody two shoes type that my wife was crazy about, but I was a bit wary of him. I guess all fathers look at their daughter's boyfriends like that, so it was only natural that I made a point to keep an eye on him. I wasn't worried about Katie, who I'm almost positive is a virgin and is so wrapped up with school and church activities that she rarely dates. This Kenny though, he seemed to have a way about him, and to be honest I could understand why all the ladies, at least in our house, were crazy about him. He had looks and smarts and was probably going to be something when he grew up. So seeing them on the couch together was not a surprise, and so I knelt down out of their sight as best I could and watched them neck under the light of the muted TV. Kenny made a couple of gropes at my daughter below the equator, and I was happy when she rebuffed those advances. Katie did let Kenny play with her titties through the clothing though, and then I saw them moving around on the couch. I ducked back out of sight when Katie took a look up in my direction, and when I decided it was safe to peek again I saw that things had changed. Kenny had slunk down low on the couch with his shorts and underwear down around his ankles, and Katie was beside him with her head bowed down. She was sucking his cock. Part of me wanted to go down and break it up, but they were both of legal age so I didn't because who knows what they would be doing in a car or in the woods if I drove them away from the couch. Katie's head bobbed up and down with Kenny's hand running through her hair as she went down on him with exaggerated movements. I wished that I could see better, and almost as if my request was being answered, Katie suddenly raised up, kneeling beside Kenny on the couch and started to squirt something out of a tube, but when she moved away my attention was diverted. I did a double take when I saw Kenny's cock curled up onto his stomach. He was erect and I was stunned at the size of his manhood. Not exceptionally thick, but absurdly long, and when Katie lifted it off his flat midriff she was using both of her hands on it, working them up and down in her oily grasp. Do it, I whispered to myself as I watched Kenny try unsuccessfully to get my daughter to go back to sucking it. Do it. How can you resist it? It was all I could do to keep from going down and showing her how a cock like that should be treated. Up and down Katie's hand went, sliding the entire length of his impressive member, and even though Katie has small hands they barely covered half of the length of it. Kenny was writhing into the cushions while Katie, very much in control, kept jerking him off. I came about a minute before Kenny did, squirting my load into my pajamas while I longed to take my daughter's place. Then Kenny came, his orgasm corralled by a towel Katie had nearby. Katie's resourceful and always prepared, I thought to myself while wishing I could have seen him cum despite the mess it would have caused. As my cum cooled in my PJ's, I watched Katie clean up Kenny's crotch, and even though Kenny was now flaccid the damn thing was still impressive. The damn thing was bigger limp than mine was hard, I mused while quietly getting to my feet and going to get my soiled bottoms off. Slipping on a sweat suit, I found myself sneaking out the back way and out to the car. I took the brake off and put it in neutral, letting gravity take it down to the street and waiting until I was away from the house before starting the ignition. The gas station was my destination, and after picking up a six pack of Sam Adams, I drove back home, pulling off around the corner and shutting the car down before cracking open a cold one. As I sipped and waited, I thought back to my younger days, back before I got married. *** His name wasn't Kenny, it was Alan, and he was built a lot like Kenny. I was about my daughter's age and had dated girls like everybody else in the neighborhood, but I enjoyed checking out other guys in the showers at the gym. The well hung guys were what I really liked best, because I got to look at a relatively little one everyday. The big cocks always fascinated me; the way they swung around with their owners proudly showing them off, unlike guys like me who kept their modest endowments to themselves, excited me a great deal. Alan was a guy who worked out at the Y, a clean cut guy in his 30's or so, and I guess that he must have noticed me staring at his cock in the locker room because one day he invited me to his house and before I knew it we were naked in his bed. I wanted to jerk him off, and he let me for a while, but then suggested that he wanted something better. My only sexual contact with any girls had been manual at that point in my life, so when he suggested I blow him I didn't have a clue. After all, these were the pre-Internet days, so while I had heard about blow jobs, I had no idea what they were, so when he asked I did it. I blew him. I held that long 8" shaft upright, puckered my lips, and blew on it. After a minute Alan figured out what I was doing and stopped me, explaining what he wanted. When I obviously still didn't get it he was kind enough to show me by using my dick and his mouth. I lasted about 20 seconds before cumming but I got the general idea, and after a couple of seconds of hesitation with my mouth hovering above the head of his dick I closed my eyes and put his in my mouth. While I was pretty bad at first, after a few more visits to his place I started to get the hang of it and was actually getting good when Alan decided that I was ready for something else. I wasn't, but Alan wasn't taking no for an answer. He overpowered me and it really hurt, but while that experience may have soured me on Alan, it did nothing to cool my enthusiasm for big cocks, so I forgot about girls for the next year or so. I lost interest in guys one afternoon when my father came up to me as I came home from school, and I still remember how he calmly grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me in the air while slamming me against the wall of the garage after catching me sucking off a neighbor. "No son of mine is going to be a cock-sucking faggot!" he declared, emphasizing the point by sinking his knee into my crotch so hard that I lost my lunch. Apparently the old man had gotten wind of my activities and decided that I needed some therapy to cure my problem and that was his idea of how to straighten me out. Since I was in line to inherit our family business, I decided to change my ways. He even set me up with a daughter of a business associate of his, and we ended up getting married. Sort of an arranged marriage, and in fact I do love Barbara. It's just that sometimes I get that old urge. Usually I resist it, but I have slipped on occasion, and seeing Kenny's beautiful cock brought back a lot of desires, which is why I was out in the car last night drinking a beer and stalking my own house. From my vantage point I saw Kenny leave our house and walk in my direction. I was parked across the street and as he walked down the sidewalk I resisted the urge to roll down the window and call out to him, instead letting him stroll by on his way home. That could have - and should have - been it. All I had to do was drive home and go to bed. I didn't. *** "Kenny!" "Mr. B.?" Kenny replied as he looked over at the car that had pulled up beside him. "Give you a lift?" I asked, and was pleasantly surprised when he took me up on the offer. "Care for a drink?" "Uh - I can't get into any bars because I'm only 19." "How about this then?" I suggested, pulling a bottle of Sam out of the bag, and when he eagerly accepted I made the next of my series of mistakes in driving to a deserted lot near the park instead of taking Kenny home. The talk was mostly sports, but in the end it came around to another topic, as I knew it would. "Uh, I gotta tell you something," I said while opening up another beer," I began. "Tonight, or is it last night now - it's past midnight - I woke up and saw you and Katie. You know? On the couch?" "Oh yeah?" Kenny said, not showing any emotion one way or another. "Yeah. I mean. I'm not mad or anything," I added. "Hell, I was young once too, believe it or not, so it was cool." "That's good. I mean, it isn't like she's giving up the pussy or anything," Kenny said, and while I cringed a little as he referring to Katie like that, I swallowed at continued. "I guess that's good too," I responded. "She must be like her mother in that way." "Mrs. B. doesn't put out?" Kenny said. "Too bad. She's cute." "I should have you pay a visit to her," I joked. "Maybe she would like a change of pace." "I'd do her," Kenny said without blinking. "I've done older." "That right?" I asked. "Sure. Why not?" "I guess you're right, although I don't know if Ruth could handle anything like you," I heard myself saying. "I'm nowhere near as well endowed as you are." "They all get used to it," Kenny said confidently. "Except Katie. I think she's scared of it." "I don't doubt it," I responded, remembering the way she had jerked him off like it was going to bite her. "Getting kinda boring, you know, just getting jerked off. She won't even go down on me after I get hard because she won't let me cum in her mouth. I like her and all, but I think if I don't get into her pants soon I'm gonna move on. You don't mind me talking like this, do you Mr. B?" "No," I said as the car got warm all of a sudden. "I don't blame you I suppose. Maybe you should get somebody on the side." "Like your wife?" Kenny said and laughed when I shook my head no. "Believe it or not, last year I was doing a girl, and then started doing her mother when she wasn't around." "Wow. No, I mean when I was going with Katie's mother I had someone I would visit whenever I got horny and she wouldn't - you know." "Cool," Kenny said. "Did your wife ever find out about the other girl?" "Actually," I said before taking a deep breath and jumping off the verbal cliff. "It wasn't a girl." "Really?" "Yeah," I said, shrugging my shoulders as I yearned to take that back. "I mean, it wasn't anything serious. Please don't ever say anything to anybody." "Not me," Kenny said. "Glad I didn't offend you or anything," I sighed. "That can't be done," Kenny said. "And as long as we're telling all, I've had my cock in a few men's mouths too." "Oh?" I replied as I tried to swallow while staring straight ahead to the fogging windshield. "Why not?" Kenny said, and I refused to look in his direction when I saw him rise up for the seat and heard the rustling of fabric. "I've got a sixth sense or something, because I can usually tell when another man wants some of this." I heard a clicking that sounded like the passenger seat being adjusted, and when I glanced over I saw that what I both feared and wanted was happening. Kenny had pulled down his shorts and underwear and was semi-reclining fully exposed with his cock in his hand. "You want it, don't you Mr. B?" Kenny said, and from his expression in the semi-darkness he knew the answer to that. I think I shook my head no at first, but then I was moving awkwardly out from behind the steering wheel and leaning over the middle console while taking his dick in my hand. Kenny's cock felt like jello in my hand as I pulled on it and watched it stretch out like an accordion before taking the warm tube in my mouth. The taste of my daughter's lip gloss and his old semen were present as I swallowed his limp cock like an animal. Even though he had cum an hour ago, I had him erect in a couple of minutes, and now my mouth was moving up and down his slender muscled shaft, taking in as much of what had to be at least 9 inches of manhood while using my hands on the rest. Unlike Katie, I wasn't going to pull off until Kenny came, so I was going to protest when Kenny pulled me off after about five minutes of the best head I could give. "Kinda cramped in here," Kenny said, and even though the position was painful for me it was worth it, but Kenny was already getting out of the car, which was like a steam-bath with moisture dripping down the insides of the windows. Kenny was standing out in the parking lot, and even though it was out in the open and there was a light nearby, there were no houses. Not that it mattered to me, because I was lost in the moment. Standing next to the car with his shorts down around his ankles, Kenny stood there brazenly with his hands on his bony hips, with his long slender cock swaying obscenely in front of him, calling me, and when I got there Kenny helped me get down on my knees in the gravel. "Yeah!" Kenny sighed as he held my head in his hands while I sucked his prong. "You like the big cocks, don't you Mr. B?" "You do, don't you? Am I big enough for you" Kenny asked as he pulled my mouth off of it, and only after I admitted my weakness did he guide me back to his spear. My lips slid down as far as they could, making more than half of his manhood glisten with my saliva as his pubes grazed my nose, and then Kenny was lifting his cock and having me service his balls. I sucked on his golf ball-sized nuts once at a time, popping the eggs in and out in between licking his over-sized wrinkled pouch, before he let me go back to his balls. My jaws ached but I wanted him to last all night if he could, and either because he had just cum, or perhaps because he had great self-control, he held off for a long time. How long? Long enough so the gravel felt embedded in my knees through the sweat pants and my back screamed in pain, but I was in a trance, sucking that cock like it deserved to be serviced. I didn't even complain when Kenny's hands tightened on my scalp and he began thrusting into my face while my head bobbed forward. He was skull fucking me now, his balls crashing against my chin so loud it sounded like I was being slapped, and then he was groaning like an animal while he came. I swallowed as fast as I could, struggling to keep up as he kept ejaculating rapid-fire like his penis was a machine gun, and after he stopped cumming I continued to try to siphon him dry until he finally ended up pulling me off his spent tube. "Damn, you give awesome head Mr. B," Kenny was saying as he pulled his shorts pack up, his dick slapping up and out of sight, and he was kind enough to help me to my feet when it didn't look like I could make it. "Don't want to go home like that," Kenny said as he pointed to the side of my mouth, where some of his seed had escaped, and then he was gone, telling me that he could cut through the park and be home in a minute. Now I stood alone, with my jaws, knees and back reminding me that I wasn't 19 but in my early 50's. One part of me felt 19 though, and when I looked down at the tent my erection was making in the front of my sweats, I didn't hesitate. Katie's New Boyfriend I pulled my sweats down to my thighs and took my dick in hand. In one respect I wished Kenny had stuck around to get me off, but as I looked at the dick in my hand I thought maybe he would laugh at how much smaller I was than him. "Six inches," I said to the night as I repeated the lie I had always told myself, because it would take a ruler jammed into my intestines to get the tip of my dick anywhere near that mark on a ruler. I stroked my dick while I fantasized that it was Kenny's hand jerking me off, and in the seconds it took me to pop my load into the gravel an even more perverted part of my mind fantasized that Kenny was in bed with me and my wife, and after getting Kenny hard I was putting his cock into my wife while she strained to accommodate his manhood. *** But that was all last night - a misstep or a lack of good judgement that could easily be explained if only he would let me. With that in mind I headed down the hall to the master bedroom, determined to convince Kenny that it really had all been a big mistake the night before, I wasn't like that at all, and it would be best if he left. "Hope you don't mind me making myself at home," Kenny was saying as he reclined on our unmade bed, naked as the day he was born. "Look," I started to say before Kenny cut me off. "I know I know," Kenny was saying with an amused expression on his face, taking delight that even in this situation my eyes were fixed on the flaccid tube hanging over his hip. "You were drunk - you were stoned - your wife doesn't understand you. Whatever." "Okay," I admitted. "That was all bullshit. I've got a weakness. I admit it. I've always been able to control myself, but last night I didn't and I apologize. That was wrong." "Wrong? Mr. Bradford, that was a lot of things but it sure as fuck wasn't wrong. I enjoyed it and so did you. Why do you think I came back here today? That was positively the best head I ever got. You damn near deep-throated me, and if you're telling the truth that you don't do it much these days, I can't imagine how good you're going to get by the end of the day when you're back in practice." "I'm not - I can't..." "Sure you can. You want to. You haven't taken your eyes off of my cock since you came into the room." Kenny was telling the truth. "I like the attention. Can't you tell? I'm getting hard watching you staring at my cock and drooling," Kenny said with his dimples and his smile. "Now why don't you come on over so we can get to it." "Lock the door if it makes you feel better, even though your wife and Katie won't be back until 5," Kenny was saying, apparently having been briefed about their visits to the nursing home to visit Barbara's mother. "Wonder how many times you can make me cum by then?" Kenny was saying as he watched me lock the door. "I'm what you might call insatiable, so you might have your work cut out for you." *** "You're going to have to take your mouth off of it for a minute," Kenny was telling me. "I've got to take a piss, unless you're into that." "No," I said as I took his spent cock out of my mouth, the ruddy pink limp organ having just shot the third load of the day down my throat, and as I watched Kenny walk out of the bedroom I rubbed my jaws and looked at the clock. One o'clock. I forced myself to remember to keep an eye on the time to make sure that Kenny was out of here by at least 3, just in case. Until then, well... he was mine. And I was his, I admitted. He had me under a spell, or so it seemed. "You can take your clothes off, you know Ted." Kenny said, having decided that having used my mouth as a sperm bank this much made it okay to call me by my first name. "That's all right," I said as Kenny locked the door behind him and came over to the bed, his flaccid cock flopping all over the place as he moved. "Come on. You're looking gross man. You're all sweaty and that stain - I don't know what that is. Don't ask don't tell I guess." The stain he referred to was a massive dark spot that had spread to cover almost the entire front of my trousers. What started out as a little spot from my drooling dick had gotten much worse after I came in my shorts, the result of me grinding myself into the sheets a little bit while sucking on Kenny's balls. I pulled my shirt off because it was drenched with sweat and felt uncomfortable, but I was determined to keep my slacks on until Kenny goaded me. "I'm not going to laugh at you because you've got a little dick, if that's what you're worried about." "It's not little." "Then drop trow bro," Kenny quipped. "Get comfortable." I did so reluctantly, more embarrassed about having an erection than over the size of it, and after I peeled off my soggy boxers I got back onto the bed. "I guess you're right," Kenny said. "It's not all that small. Barbara never complained about it, did she?" "No." "You and her ever do any swinging?" "Us? God no!" "Ever think about it?" Kenny asked as I began to stroke his cock as it lay limply on his lower stomach. "No," I lied. "Besides, Barbara would never." "You never know," Kenny opined as he shifted around on the sweaty, stained sheets. That would be pretty cool, you know? Me and her and you? She's not bad looking for her age. A little chubby but big tits. We could DP her. You could have your dick in her pussy and I could be sticking mine up her ass. What do you think? She like it up the ass?" "No," I said. "How about you?" "Not really. We did it once a long time ago but it wasn't that great." "No Ted, I was asking whether you like it up the ass?" "Me?" I said as I acted offended, but my look of revulsion didn't work on Kenny, who gave me that look. "One time," I admitted as I prepared to start going down on him again. "I let one man do it but he was rough and it hurt." "Was he big?" Kenny asked. "As big as me?" "Not as long as you, but thick," I recalled. "Really thick." "Well then, you should have no trouble with me," Kenny said. "No, that's okay," I said. "Uh - Ted," Kenny explained and he lifted my head up from his crotch by my hair. "I wasn't asking." My anger at being manipulated by the kid finally got to me, and the idea of this little twerp, who was a half foot shorter and at least 50 pounds lighter than me making veiled threats, was too much. Twenty seconds later, if that, I was gasping for air, with Kenny's naked body all over mine. Evidently the little guy had been a wrestler in high school, a fact I learned when I found myself with his legs immobiling mine and his right arm across my throat. His left hand was down between my legs, but unfortunately the hold he had on me - the first time he ever touched me down there - was not one of affection. "I'll crush them like grapes, Ted," Kenny informed me as I gasped for air, and the tron grip he had on my balls made it clear that he could do just that, and not even the feel of his cock in the crack of my ass helped my breathing. "Calm down, unless you want me to fuck you without lube." "We all calmed now so we can talk man-to-man?" Kenny asked me after he eased up on the grip he had across my windpipe, and I nodded, but my balls were still held tightly in his fist, and suddenly I felt a rush go through my loins. "Good grief!" I heard Kenny mutter when he realized that I was cumming, and after I stopped shooting all over the bedding her let go of my balls and wiped the back of his hand on my thigh. "You're a piece of work, Ted." Kenny then explained that what he meant by me not having much of a choice in being taken anaally by him was not based on a phydical threat, although he proved that I would probably lose that too, but in what he had stored in his phone. "If you want though, if it makes it better for you, I'll take you by force," Kenny explained. "Would that make you feel less guilty about wanting it, if I made you take it?" "No, " I replied *** "Relax," Kenny was saying as his oiled finger probed my anus, and as he worked his digit inside of me not nearly as far as his cock would probably go I wondered whether or not it would hurt as much as the alternate. The option he gave me was him forwarding the pictures he had taken of me sucking his cock, and these weren't the dark and grainy pictures of us last night, but a whole new batch he had taken right here in my bedroom. Our bedroom. If Barbara ever saw those pictures - well, I think that the fact that we were in OUR bed while I sucked on Kenny's cock would have been worse that the actual act. What was the hold that this kid had on me? It was more than just his cock, as attracted as I was to it. It was him. I could picture this guy on TV as an evangelist convincing people to send their money to him, or selling cars like candy, or taking my daughter's virginity. That would be next. Poor Katie just wouldn't be as easy as me. "Oh man you're tight, Ted," Kenny exclaimed as he pushed the tip of his cock into my ass and leaned forward, and aafter the ridge of his glans breeched the ring the rest of him lurched inside of me. "Ah! There it goes." I whimpered as Kenny's cock slid deep into my bowels, and if he didn't have most of that absurdly long prong into me, it sure felt like it. "You like it, don't you Ted?" Kenny said after he started sliding in and out of my ass, actually letting his cock pop out of the ring and plunging it back in over and over again. "You like my dick in your ass don't you?" I didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer, but soon when he reached around and felt around for my dick I guess that was answer enough. "Thought so," Kenny said as he started to thrust harder into me, probably taking pictures of this as well. "Please Kenny," I gasped. "Jerk me off. Please?" "You do it," He said, and so I did, and I came long before he did, spurting all over the sheets while he fucked me long and hard. He wasn't tender or compassionate but was more of a relentless fucking machine, plunging deeper and deeper until finally he groaned while his cum filled my bowels, and even though it had hurt I felt remorse when he pulled his spent cock out of me. "You know Mr. B.," Kenny said after saying he had to get going. "The more I look at your missus, the more I want to fuck her." "I could never talk her into anything like that," I told Kenny, whose arrogance annoyed me more and more every minute, although maybe that was in part because he was leaving. "You?" Kenny said and chuckled. "I don't need you to get her. Ever see the way she looks at me?" "I - I think you're reaching a bit there," I said, although there were times, as I thought more about it, but no. Not Barbara. "Here's what I want you to do, Ted," Kenny said as he pulled on his shirt. "Pick a night and take Katie out for the evening. Make up some shit. She's gullible. Keep her out until about 11. Make sure your lovely wife Barbara knows you wouldn't be back early too." "And you think that my wife is going to just throw all our years of marriage away just to have sex with a kid?" I snapped, but then realized that I was not the person to make statements like that. "Make it happen Ted," was all he said. *** "This was fun Daddy, but I'm really getting tired," Katie told me as I dawdled over my ice cream soda at Friendly's. How do you think I feel, I wanted to say, having endured some Twilight movie with my daughter so that her boyfriend could try to sleep with her mother - my wife. "Okay babe," I said as I glanced at my watch, which read 10:45. If I drove home slow we would get home just after 11. I wondered whether Kenny had even tried to do what he claimed would be easy, and figured that he had just done it to bust my chops, or to show off the power he had over me. Either way, as I pulled into the driveway at 11:04 the house was dark. "Mom's asleep, and I'm going to be in about 2 minutes myself," my daughter assured me after I killed the car and followed her up the stairs. I was halfway in the house when a little red dot flashed on my hand as I held the door open for Katie. A laser pen, and when I looked over at the source I saw the perp hiding on the side of the house. Telling Katie to go ahead, I waited until she was inside before I went over to Kenny. "What are you doing here?" I asked my tormentor. "Staying out here all night so you would make me think you actually were in there with Barbara?" "Just got out of the house before you pulled in," he said arrogantly. "If it was up to Barb I would still be in there. She's an animal. Look at this." Kenny yanked off his t-shirt for a second and showed me what he claimed were battle scars; scratches on his shoulders and back, a bruise on his collarbone that he claimed was from a bite my wife gave him in the heat of the moment, and some lipstick on the side of his neck. "Doesn't prove anything," I said. "You could have done that yourself." "Barb hadn't got any marks on her," Kenny said. "She was worried about that so except for a little redness on her back and knees, she's just as good as new, except for a pint of cum I left in her holes. All of them." "Right." "I found out why you said you guys didn't like anal sex," Kenny whispered in the dark. "Barb said you couldn't reach. You could only get the tip in and it kept popping out. I didn't have that problem." My stomach started to feel queasy because the more he was talking the more I started to think that he was telling the truth, because that was exactly the reason why we didn't do anal after that one disaster. From there, Kenny's tale got worse. "You get that lady into a gym for a couple of months and she would look great," Kenny continued. "Those tits are enormous - too bad that didn't get passed down to Katie - and those nipples are so suckable. Love that nice wide triangle between her legs too. You don't see hairy pussies like that anymore." "And that little ladybug tattoo Barb has on her left butt cheek? I like it but you should get that redone for her because it's faded," Kenny continued. "How the hell?" I asked. "I don't even remember man," Kenny said. "She was shocked to see me appear there looking for Katie, but after I told her that I knew Katie wasn't going to be there and was there for her - well - I don't know who dragged who into the bedroom." "I can't believe this," I mumbled to myself. "Believe," Kenny said, putting his hand on my shoulder and acting sympathetic. "It happens all the time. You did it to her, remember?" "That was different though," I said. "How many times did you - you know?" "Let's see, the first time I came was in her pussy, the second time was in her mouth - and if it makes you feel better, you're still the best cocksucker in the family. Barb needs practice and Katie is hopeless," Kenny said. "I wanted it again, and Barb said she wanted it too but her pussy got sore after the second time because it took me a while to cum," Kenny mentioned. "Said it had been a long time since she had such a big one - did you know about the black Lacrosse player up at St. Lawrence during college? The one she fucked on the logo of the athletic field late one night? No?" "Why are you doing this to me," I asked as the nightmare ride continued. "Because I can do it and because it turns me on - turns you on too, doesn't it? Let's see, I ended up fucking her between her tits that third time - shot all over her face, and then the last time was when we were making the bed and I saw that plump ass of hers bent over and, well, what can I say?" "You've said enough," I assured him. "Barb suspects you're queer, or at least bi," Kenny informed me. "She mentioned that, but I pretened I thought that was crazy." "Oh brother." "And we messed up those floral sheets so I helped her put fresh ones on - they're white with green stripes," Kenny said. "Women love that when you help them make the bed." "Oh yeah!," Kenny exclaimed as he realized he had forgotten something. "Barb was embarrassed when I noticed that she hadn't shaved her pits in a few days. She says she usually does it every morning in the shower, but..." "Alright," I hissed. "Enough." "Are you mad?" Kenny asked. "A little." "Then how would you feel if I told you she wants to meet me in a motel some night?" Kenny said mockingly. "She didn't say wants to - she says she NEEDS to. Says she won't have to be nervous there and can let it all hang out. Oh baby, she was crazy enough in there as it was. So that's where you come in." "Me?" I asked. "How would you like to all of a sudden show up there? Knock on the motel door and there we are, the three of us?" "You would like that, I suppose," I replied, figuring his ideal time would be to have both Barbara and me on our knees with him moving back and forth to fuck us both in the ass. "Course I would and so would you. Actually the ultimate would be me with you and your wife and your daughter," Kenny said. "But until then, what do you think? Interested? The chance for her to see what kind of a man you really are, and for you to find out what she's like in the right hands?" "What do you think?" I responded. "Then I'll call you and give you details when it happens," Kenny said, adding, "On one condition." "What's that?" "Me telling you all of this," Kenny said while easing back behind the hedges on the side of the house and unbuckling his belt. "That got me kinda horny, just like it did you, and I could use one for the road. Get me off now and I'll give you the call." He stood there brazenly in the moonlight, his slacks down to his knees while his cock swayed around in front of him, the arrogant bastard certain that he had total control over me and I was going to submit one more time. As I dropped to my knees in the mulch and grabbed his cock, Kenny apologized for not having been able to take a shower earlier. "But it's all Barbara on me, if that's any consolation," Kenny said as he guided my head toward his weapon, and I took it in my mouth and sucked that prong like he wanted. I could still hear Kenny's chuckling in my head as I went into the house a little later, as well as still tasting the residue of Kenny's cum along with my wife's saliva, cunt and ass, until I brushed my teeth. For some reason I peeked into the clothes hamper, but I knew the floral sheets would be in there, and I was right. The bedroom was pretty dark, but even in the dim light I could see the fresh sheets on the bed below my wife. Some wife, I thought as I climbed in bed behind her, and I swear the stench of fucking was in the air. Maybe it was my imagination, but along with the scent of cologne that my wife had apparently doused herself with instead of taking a shower, the aroma of cock, cunt, cum and ass hung in the air. Some wife and some husband. "Mmm," Barbara mumbled after pretending that I had roused her out of a sound sleep when my fingers had slipped through her moist armpit and felt the unusual presence of stubble. "How was the movie?" "Alright," I murmured. "Nice of you do to that with Katie," Barbara said before going to sleep. "Gave me a chance to get some things done around here." "That's nice," I said, and while I was tempted to stick my dick into her and add a deposit to the loads in any one of her spunk filled orifices, I decided to wait. That phone call would come soon enough. *** thank you for reading