0 comments/ 354084 views/ 22 favorites I Didn't Know By: rjohnson I had always known him as a great, open person, one who had lived a full life, fathered two kids and was now, semi-retired, living by himself. My grand mother had died a few years before and it was a great loss to him. I had spent many summers with him and my grand mother on their farm but I never knew the one thing about him that opened my eyes to another world. I had come up to see him with one of my daughters, Stephanie, Steph for short. The farm didn’t look any different after all the years I had been away as we drove into the yard. He opened the door and came towards us with a big smile on his face, holding out his arms and giving Steph a big hug, maybe too big. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it as he came around and gave me a bear hug too. “God, it good to see you,” he said, as he ushered us into the big house. “It gets kind of lonely up here all by myself and I was so glad to hear that you were coming up.” “Well, granddad,” Steph said. “Dad has always talked about the farm and when I got the weekend off, we decided to come up for a visit. Besides, it’s been too long.” “Well, I’m just glad you’re here.” He showed us to our rooms and I started to unpack. As I did, I stood by the window and looked out over the land, remembering the fun and the hard work that went into such an operation. I smiled as I looked out, almost seeing the two of us working on the barn that summer and how we had found out so much about one another. After finishing, I went down and Steph and her grandfather were sitting in the kitchen. I walked in just as he said, “You’ve turned into quite the woman, young lady. You look a little like your grandmother with the shining eyes and the smooth skin.” Steph was blushing a little as he spoke but didn’t answer him. “I bet,” he went on, “You have a lot of admirers back home.” “No, not that many,” She answered, smiling over at him as I joined them at the table. “Oh, come on. Don’t be shy about it. I bet the boys just swarm around you,” he said. “I know I’d be first in line if I were a little younger.” Steph looked at him and grinned. “She had a pretty busy schedule,” I interjected. “She is kept pretty busy most of the time and doesn’t spent a lot of time, socializing.” He looked at me then back at Steph. “Well, she should. She has a great body and should be enjoying these young years because they come to a close, much too soon.” Steph looked at me and I could see the embarrassment in her eyes. I changed the topic and we spent the next few hours bringing each other up to date on what has been happening in our lives. After dinner, I sat out on the porch with him, watching the sun set. He leaned over and whispered to me, quite suddenly. “You know, I wouldn’t mind fucking Steph myself.” I looked at him with a horrific look on my face and I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck rising. I didn’t say anything but quickly looked away. He continued. “She has a great set of tits on her and I’d love to run my tongue over them, hearing her moan under me.” I looked at him and noticed he had a slight bulge in the front of his pants. He leaned back and smiled, looking off into the distance. “I wonder if she would indulge an old man before you left?” he asked. “I’d love to feel her cunt around my cock as I pumped her full of come.” I sat bold upright and turned to him, anger crossing my face. “I didn’t bring her up here for you to fuck. She wanted to come and see you because she felt that there were only so many more times she would have the chance. She wanted to see for herself, the farm that I’ve told her about most of her life. Besides, she isn’t that type of girl.” He laughed. “How do you know? She looks like she had had a few cocks up her cunt. Maybe she likes it, you never know.” I could feel the redness on my face and I was starting to sweat a little. I stood up and gave him a look of disgust and walked away, heading down to the barn. He stayed on the porch and watched me disappear into the barn. When I smelt the aroma inside the barn, it brought back memories. I stood looking around the old building, at the old machinery and relics on the walls, remembering the number of times I had been in here. I spent quite a while looking at and searching through all the things I found and remembered. After about an hour, I went back out and looked up at the house. He wasn’t on the porch and I couldn’t see anyone. I went around to the back and saw the two of them in the kitchen. Steph was backed against the sink as he stood in front of her, his hands fondling her breasts as she tried to wiggle free of him. He had a good grip on her and she seemed to be giving into the groping he was giving her as I heard her moan softly as he continued, circling her nipples with his rough hands. He saw his head bend down and could see his tongue sucking on her through her shirt as she held her head back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. He hands were holding his head against her as he continued sucking on her breasts. Then she pushed him away from her and started to undo her shirt, slowly peeling it away and letting it fall to the floor. He reached around her and unsnapped her bra, letting it slide down her body until she was bare from the waist up. He then leaned forward again and took her bare nipple between his lips and I could see his tongue circling it, occasionally, nipping on it, making her throw her head back again as she groaned at his touch. As I stood watching them, I realized that I was getting excited and reached down to rub my hand across my crotch, feeling my hardness starting to grow inside my pants. Now he was sucking on her breasts as she continued to hold his head against her. I couldn’t hear them clearly through the open window but from their actions, I could see they were ready for more. As I watched, Steph pulled him away from her breasts and he looked at her, a smile forming on his lips as she started to undo her skirt. I could see his eyes running down her body as she took her skirt off then her panties. The look on his face was one of lust and wanting and I knew he was going to fuck her, right there in the kitchen. I moved closer and found a spot where I could see completely into the kitchen and I saw them standing in the middle of the room, their arms around one another, kissing and fondling each other. I could see the bulge in his pants as she rubbed her hands across it while he explored her ass with his fingers. I watched him spread her cheeks apart and run his finger up and down her crack, rubbing her hole softly before probing at it, trying to get his finger inside her. “Fuck me granddad,” I heard her whisper. “I want your big cock inside my cunt.” “Oh darling, I want to so badly,” he replied, sighing deeply. “I’d love to put my cock inside you but your father might not like that.” “Don’t worry about Father. If he finds us, he can fuck me too. He has a good size penis and I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have him fucking me. Now, please?” I blinked when I heard what she had said. Never had I had any thoughts about fucking Steph but obviously, she had. Now he was turning her around and leaning against her, forcing her against the counter. She pushed her ass out at him and he found the zipper to his pants, pulling it down quickly. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor before pulling his underwear down. His large sized cock came springing out of his underwear and it smacked against her ass making her moan. “Yes granddad, stick your big fuck stick inside me and fuck me hard. I want to feel you inside me,” she pleaded, pushing back against his groin. He thrust himself forward and I watched his head disappear into her. She moaned as he pushed all the way up into her until his balls were resting against her ass. He grabbed the counter to balance himself, then started thrusting fast and hard, in and out of her cunt as she moaned and groaned. I could hear their skin slapping together as he continued filling her with his length and thickness. “Oh yes, that feels good,” she moaned as he thrust harder in and out of her. “That feels so good. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a big cock up my cunt. Don’t stop.” I could see the sweat starting to form on his upper lip as he worked hard at pumping himself in and out of her. Now he leaned back and grabbed her hips, holding himself steady and pumping into her as fast as he could. The noise of their skin slapping together was too much for me and I reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling my hard cock out of them as I continued watching the two fuck in the kitchen. I must admit, she sure did look good taking all of him over and over again and I watched them as I rubbed my hard cock. I must have moaned because she turned her head and saw me. Without a word, she smiled and let her grand father keep fucking her. I then heard a grunt come from deep inside him as he stopped and held himself against her ass. He grunted a few more times and then started to pull his spent cock out of her. She groaned softly when it popped out of her. “Fuck granddad, that felt so good. I hope you can fuck me again before we leave,” she said as she hugged him, reaching down and caressing his spent cock. “Darling, I’d fuck you anytime,” he answered. She bent over to pick up her clothes. Giving him a quick kiss, she walked out of the kitchen as he started getting dressed again. Did they know I had seen them? I quickly zipped up my pants and retreated back around the side of the house. I went back to the porch and sat down in one of the chairs and waited for one of them or both to appear. Soon after, Steph appeared in the doorway. “Dad, would you like something?” she asked. I turned to look at her and I saw a different woman standing in the door. She had a glow to her and her face was alive, her eyes shining and bright and her cheeks a soft glow of color. “No thanks. I’m fine.” I watched her disappear and thought about what I had seen in the kitchen. I was starting to grow again as I thought about it but it was short lived as she came out and sat down in the chair next to me. For the next few hours, we spent the time talking until it was time to eat. After dinner, I made an excuse and disappeared out into the night. I was hoping they would repeat their performance from this afternoon but when I returned, Steph had already gone up to her room. I spent some time with the old man and then retired myself. I had just gotten into bed when I heard a soft knock on my door. Steph quietly opened the door and I could see in the fading light, she was only wearing a thin, see-through shirt. She asked if she could come in. I nodded and watched as she quietly closed the door. She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, looking down at me, a smile on her face. “Dad, I have a problem,” she started. “Really? Anything I can help with?” I replied. “Well, yes, as a matter of fact, you can.” I braced myself and waited for her to tell me what was on her mind, all the time, her shirt riding up her thighs until I could catch a glimpse of naked flesh underneath it. She didn’t make any move to cover herself before she started. “Dad, I know you watched us this afternoon. I saw you and I enjoyed seeing you watch me get fucked.” I felt my face starting to turn red as she spoke. “Did you hear what I told granddad?” “No, I didn’t hear everything,” I stuttered. “I could only hear a few things.” “Do you want to hear what I told him?” she asked, looking directly into my eyes. I felt myself getting hard under the covers. I knew what she was going to say but I wanted to hear her say it. I hoped it was the fact that she had wondered what it would be like to be fucked by her father. I didn’t have long to wait as she blurted out, “I told him that I have always wanted you to fuck me and I haven’t been able to get that thought out of my mind every since I said it.” “But honey, it’s not right for a father to fuck his daughter,” I replied, looking her in the eye. “I know Dad but I can’t help it. I’ve watched you naked many times when you didn’t know I was there and I’ve listened to you and Mom making love so many times, that I’ve spent many nights fingering myself to sleep just thinking about you being inside me, fucking me. I know its wrong but I can’t think about anything else.” I didn’t answer but just looked at her. She had that glow around her again and I reached out to bring her down to me to give her a hug. As I did, she felt my erection under the covers. She smiled at me as she lowered herself into my arms. “Oh Daddy. I love you. I know you love me too and I want you,” she said as her head rested against my chest. “I can feel the heat from your body and I know you want me too.” I just held her and caressed her hair as she reached down and ran her hand across the bulge in the covers. I pushed her head away from my chest and looked her in the eye. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked. “Yes, Daddy. I want you so badly. I want to feel you inside me.” I reached up to undo her shirt but she moved quickly, pulling it over her head and uncovering her nakedness. I froze as I looked at my daughter’s beautiful body as if I had never seen it before. Her breasts were round and firm, her nipples sticking out, ready to be sucked. There was a thin line of sweat on her upper lip and her eyes softened as she lowered herself back down to my chest. I ran my hand up and down her back, caressing it and feeling the softness of her as she moaned softly into me. After a few minutes, she lifted her head and looked at me. I pulled her to me and our lips found each other, our tongues slithering out to explore each other’s mouths. It wasn’t a frenzied lust that had overcome us but it was slow and soft. I ran my hands all over her back and around her face as we kissed and explored each other. She started rubbing me harder now and I could feel my hard cock against the covers, trying to escape. She quickly flipped the covers back and took my hardness in her hand, rubbing up and down it length as she moaned again and again. “Oh Daddy, you feel so hard,” she whispered into my mouth. “I want you.” “I want you too,” I replied back as I pushed her face away from me. I moved over in the bed to make room for her, holding my arms open for her. She got beside me and swung a leg over me, half covering my hard cock. I could feel the heat from her body against my erection as it twitched slightly under her. She felt the movement too and reached down, grabbing it and rubbing it. I groaned at her touch as our lips met again in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other once more. “Oh Daddy, I want you. I want you so badly,” she murmured into my mouth. “I want you inside me.” I quickly rolled her over onto her back as she spread her legs wide open. I looked down and could see the wetness of her, as I reached out to touch her. “Oh fuck Daddy,” she moaned. “Fuck me.” I quickly positioned myself between her legs and without another thought, I thrust myself fully up into her, making her gasp and then groan. “Oh Daddy, that feels so good.” I started to slowly thrust in and out of her as she writhed under me, sending waves of lust through my body as I looked down at her. “Oh Daddy, fuck me,” she panted as I continued thrusting in and out of her. “Fuck me like you would Mom. I want to be your wife tonight. I want you to fuck me like you would Mom. I want your cock deep as you can inside me. I want to feel you come inside me.” I sped up and could hear our skin slapping together as I fucked her harder than I ever had my wife. She felt so good under me and I wanted to come inside her so badly. I could feel the sweat on my body as I continued. She pulled her legs up so they were around my neck and raised her ass a little off the bed, all the time, pushing back at me as I fully thrust up into her. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I felt the familiar feeling in my balls as they tightened and then I exploded inside her. I held myself as far into her as I could as I sprayed come deep up into her. “Oh fuck Daddy. Come inside me. Fill my cunt with your hot come.” She was yelling and groaning at the same time, coming as I spewed come into her, over and over again. I finished and just held myself against her, wanting to enjoy the hot feeling of her around me as long as I could. My cock started softening and as it did, it slowly started to slide out of her. When it did, she groaned again and opened her eyes, looking at me with a look that I never had seen before. I smiled at her and she smiled back. Without a word, I rolled off to the side and she followed me, throwing her body over me and into my arms. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered why I hadn’t noticed the lust in her before. She was breathing heavily as we rested and I could feel her sweat mingling with mine. “See, I told you, she liked a cock in her cunt,” he said, bringing us out of our trance. I looked over and saw him standing in the doorway, watching us. “See, I told you she would like to have a couple of hard cocks up her cunt, didn’t I?” Steph sat bolt upright and looked over at him. She then did something I hadn’t expected. She held out her arms to him, inviting him to join us. The smile on his face lit up the room as he slowly walked over to the bed. She reached out and quickly started to undress him. He helped her as I moved over to make room for him. I watched his hard cock appear from in his underwear and then he was naked and getting onto the bed with us. Steph lay down and opened her legs. He quickly got between them and positioned his head against her opening. “Darling, I’m going to fuck you harder than this afternoon. I’m going to add my come to your father’s, deep inside your cunt and then I’m going to watch you as you clean me off,” he said as he lunged forward, his hard cock entering her easily and fully. She gasped as he started fucking her with long, rapid strokes, their skin slapping together and their pubic hair mixing every time he thrust into her. “Oh fuck yes,” she yelled out. “Come inside me. Fill my cunt with your hot come. I want to feel you come inside me.” I watched them as he grunted and groaned, all the time, plunging in and out of her. She raised her legs around his shoulders and he worked even harder and faster at fucking her. Soon though, he started to tire and slowed down a little. “I want this to last,” he said, breathing heavily. “I want to feel your cunt around my cock for a long time.” “Oh yes, fuck me long and slow. I love the feel of you inside me. You’re so hard.” After a few more thrusts, he grunted loudly. “I’m coming, Darling. I’m coming inside your cunt. I’m going to fill you cunt with hot sperm.” She reached up and pulled him harder into her as he came. He closed his eyes as he came and I felt the bed stop rocking as he held himself deep inside her, spewing come up into her. I continued watching them as they separated. I could see the come around her cunt lips and some of it was starting to run down her leg towards the crack of her ass. I was mesmerized by the sight and watched it slowly ooze it’s way down her. I looked up at her face and she was watching me with half closed eyes. I looked over at him and he was panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, you are good,” he finally said to her. “You love fucking, don’t you?” She looked at him and smiled. “Yes I love fucking but only with your two big cocks,” she said. “I love the feeling of both of you inside me.” No one said anything for a few minutes as we all rested. As I looked at the two of them, I felt myself starting to harden again. Never before, had I reacted in this way but here I was, getting another erection, just from watching and listening to them. I realized that all his dirty talk had had an effect on me and I found myself wanting her again. I moved closer to her and leaned down, taking one of her nipples softly into my mouth. Then I felt his head beside mine, his hair touching my cheek as he took her other nipple between his lips. We both ran our tongues around and across her nipples and sucked them into our mouths, mimicking each other. I Didn't Know As I moved my hips towards her, I felt a hand on my skin, a rough hand. Then it wrapped itself around my hard cock and I looked up. He did too and smiled at me. “Like that?” he asked. “Like having your cock harden in another man’s hand?” I didn’t say anything but laid back and let him continue to rub my hardness in his rough hand. He reached down and cupped my balls, gently massaging them before returning to the hardness of my cock, sticking straight up in the air. I watched his head lower and for the first time in my life, I felt another man’s mouth on my cock. I felt his hot mouth surround my flesh and I lay back, closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of him on me. I groaned as I felt my entire length in his mouth, feeling the wetness of him around me. Just then, I felt the bed move and I opened my eyes just as Steph started to straddle my chest. The next thing I knew, her soaking wet cunt was inches from my mouth. “Suck my cunt,” she said as she lowered herself down onto my face. “Suck my clit while grandfather sucks your cock.” I reached out with my tongue and touched her wetness. She groaned above me and ground herself harder against my mouth. I sucked on her, tasting all of us as my cock was starting to respond to the sucking it was getting. As I circled and sucked on her clit, she groaned above me and I felt my balls being washed with a wet tongue. Another thing I had never felt before and I was getting so hot, I jammed my face against her wet crack and licked and sucked on anything I could reach with my tongue. I explode inside his mouth as he sucked on it, savoring the taste of my sperm as Steph writhed above me. I felt his mouth slowly sliding up my length and then the coolness of the air as he pulled me out of him. Without a word, I felt the bed move again. Not being able to see anything but the wet cunt on my face, I felt Steph shutter a little as she started coming again. I kept sucking on her clit while she came, yelling out in passion, drenching my mouth with juices that tasted so sweet and warm. She finally, got off my face and I looked down my body. He was sitting looking at me, a big grin on his face. “Never had a blow job from a man before, have you?” he asked. “No, no never.” “Did you enjoy it?” “Yes.” “Have you ever sucked a cock before?” Now I looked at him through narrowing eyes. Where was this leading? “No, I never have.” I watched him as he rose up and moved towards me. I could see his hard cock swaying between his hairy legs and watched as it got closer to me. He straddled my chest like Steph had done, his cock pointing directly at my mouth. “Well, how would you like to try it?” he asked, the grin on his face growing. Without letting me answer, he move closer and his head was pressing against my closed lips. “Come on, open up. Take my cock in your mouth. I want to feel your hot breath and wet mouth around my cock.” I slowly opened my mouth and he pushed his head into me. I ran my tongue around his head and marveled at the softness of it. “That’s it. Lick my head,” he said above me. I circled his head again and again then ran my tongue under the crown, feeling the hardness just under it. He them moved up and I felt his cock sliding further into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I looked up at his face and he grinned. “How does that taste?” he asked. “You like the taste of cock?” I closed my eyes for a brief moment then opened them again, giving him the go ahead. “I want to come in your mouth,” he said as he started to slide his long cock out of my mouth again. But first, I want to feel your tongue on my balls.” He moved up further until his balls were hanging directly above my mouth and lowered himself down to my face. I tasted his sweaty balls for the first time. “Easy now. Don’t suck too hard. They’re very sensitive,” he said. “Take them in your mouth. I want to feel you suck them.” I did as he said and he lowered them into my open mouth. I felt the rubber ness of them as I licked and sucked them gently, running my tongue up and down them and then along the beginning of his crack. He groaned several times as I continued. “That’s it. Suck them,” he said as he felt my tongue reaching for his hole. He then moved up more and for the first time, I licked an ass. I could smell the odor coming from it but I was too far gone, so I licked and sucked up and down his crack while he groaned above me. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck my hole,” he said. I pushed against his hole and felt it give a little. Suddenly, my tongue entered his ass hole. It was so sudden that I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of being inside him. He groaned as I started to tongue fuck him, rolling my tongue in and out and around his hole. He lowered himself further and my tongue reached further up into him. Now he was groaning loudly as I tongued him, wetting his hole and all up and down his crack. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” he said as I continued. He reached behind himself and grabbed my cock. I could feel it starting to respond to his touch. Hr groaned again and then lifted his ass off my face. He turned around and looked at me. “I want you to fuck my ass,” he said, looking straight into my eyes. “I want your cock in my ass.” I didn’t say anything but watched as he moved over me, lowering himself on top of my cock, slowly guiding it into his wide-open ass hole. I felt the pressure of him as he sat down further and then I was inside him, my cock sliding up into him as he writhed above me. “That’s it. Get all the way up inside me,” he groaned as his ass lowered itself down to my groin. Now I was fully in him. He just sat for a minute. “That feels so good,” he said. “I love the feeling of a hard cock in my ass.” He moved his legs apart and then started fucking himself with me while I held onto his hips, helping him thrust up and down my whole length as he fucked himself. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” he yelled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a hard cock up my ass. I want you to come inside my ass.” He really started moving up and down me now as I looked down between our legs and watched my cock appear and disappear into him over and over again. He was groaning and moaning as he continued using me as his fucking tool. I felt the weight of him every time he thrust me fully up into his ass and then the lightness as he moved back up my length. I don’t know how long we fucked but after a few more thrusts, he slumped forward and my cock popped out of his ass. He groaned and fell forward on the bed. I looked down and my cock was standing straight up, covered with him and me, looking used but not done. He turned around to face me slowly and moved back up my body. The next thing I knew, he was lowering himself onto me again. I felt my head enter him and plunge up the entire length of his canal while he groaned again. He started bobbing again and this time, I came inside him suddenly. “I’m coming,” I yelled at him as he ground himself one more time down my length. “I’m coming in your ass.” “Yes, fill my ass with your hot come. I want you to come inside my ass,” he yelled as I spurted over and over again up into him. “Oh yes. I can feel your cock exploding inside me. Fill my ass with your hot come. Empty your balls into me.” He lowered himself down and sat on my groin as I finished coming. Slowly, he got off me and my cock popped out of him along with a string of come, joining our two bodies together. “Fuck that felt good. Your cock was so hard. I loved feeling you come in my ass.” I felt a bead of sweat hit my chest as he rolled away from me. I looked over at Steph and she was watching us with wide-open eyes. “Oh daddy. I’ve never seen anything so erotic,” she said as she lowered herself to my chest. “It was so hot watching you two fuck. I will never forget it.” I smiled as I held her against me and watched him, panting at the foot of the bed. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked. “I know I did.” I just nodded. This turned into a long weekend, longer than what was planned. I don’t remember ever being so hard or, wanting to fuck so often as I did that weekend. On the drive back home, my mind was full of thoughts and the thought of bringing my wife up to visit started my groin to stir. Maybe I could talk her into it but right now, I felt so contented, the thought was a distant one and I would have to plan it carefully. I knew I would enjoy it and I never doubted he would but it would take a little time to happen. I Didn't Know I have to be the dumbest man on Earth. My wife was in the hospital and had just given birth to brown eyed, red haired little boy. That sent off sirens in my head. The baby was very light skinned and had these cute little dimples. Yep, it turns out that there is story to tell. My wife told one and now it's time for the truth. Hi, I'm Jeff Patterson and my wife is the one and only Jen. I never thought my wife would cheat on me. I love her with all my little heart. Before we got together, Jen had been married to Hue for eight years, and they had one son Hue Jr. Hue Sr. was never an issue for me because he truly didn't care what was going on with Jen. I know this because Hue is one of my lodge brothers. Hue said from the beginning that he thought she was a slut. Hue said, "Jeff, you can't turn a whore into a house wife." I was pissed and of course, I wanted to take it outside. When Hue came outside he put his hand up to say stop and then asked me why were we fighting. I said, "Hue, I can't have you calling my wife a whore. I know she's your ex, but I am her husband now." Hue stood there and looked at me. He said "You're right Jeff. I am sorry; but as a brother of this lodge when the time is right you'll need my help. Don't be afraid to ask for it." Hue shook my hand and went back inside. It would be a long time before he called Jen a whore again. I felt from that moment, Hue was a friend. He never held anything against me and even seconded a few of my motions. So I had no problem with him. Jen on the other had hated Hue with a passion. At lodge events she would go out of her way to compete with him and his wife, Sammie. Once Sammie was talking to a few of the lodge wives when Jen came up an asked, "How's the deadbeat doing?" Sammie smiled and replied, "Very well. He just brought me a Range Rover. It's a couple of years old, but it's good for the family." Jen said, "I don't see him around. He must be at the bar." Sammie said, "No, he's outside talking to the lodge president about building a clubhouse for the kids." With that Jen left, walked over to me and said, "We need a new car. A new Range Rover and it needs to be fully loaded!" I shook my head. Hue had just told us how he traded in his truck to get his wife a Range Rover. He said Sammie needs it for the kids and work. Hue always did what was needed. He drove an old model Ford F150 —old and rusty but still runs fine. I said, "Jen, money doesn't grow on trees. But once you get to back to work, you have to help pay for it." You see Jen didn't work while she was married to Hue. She did get a job after the divorce, but now she was out of work again. After Jen fussed for a few, she left to talk with some of the other wives. I sat down and talked to some of my lodge brothers. We talked for about an hour, then I started looking around for Jen. I spotted her about ten minutes later. She was dancing with a lodge brother so I went out to cut in. Jen said, "Hi honey, what up?" I said, "Nothing. I just want to dance with my sexy wife." So I cut in and my lodge brother left. I asked, "Jen, are you enjoying yourself?" She said, "Yes I am, but it will be even better if you get me home and in bed." I didn't have to be asked twice. She grabbed her purse and we headed for the door with me waving goodbye to my lodge brothers. Once we got in the car Jen was on me and she gave me an earth-shattering blowjob. She sucked until I came in her mouth. Then she yelled, "Drive you bastard!" Jen sucked my dick all the way home. It was so good, I almost ran over a nun. I'm glad I didn't because while the blowjob was good, it wasn't 'going to hell' good. Once we got in the house she bent over the kitchen table, ripped off her panties, spit on her hand and rubbed it on her pussy. Then she looked at me and smiled. The next morning I was on the Range Rover website. Things were going good for us, work was fine, the lodge was doing great and sex was unbelievable. Then Jen laid the bomb on me. "Jeff," Jen said, "I'm three weeks pregnant." The first thing that crossed my mind was, "Forty-five years old and pregnant. By the time this kid gets out the house, I'll be on social security." Boy, that was a bombshell! I have two kids and Jen had Hue Jr. Hue Jr is twenty-five and has a kid of his own. Sandy, my daughter, is a senior a LSU and my son Jacob is a junior at Ole Miss. "Jen are you sure?" I asked. "Yes, I am sure. I just got back from the doctor's office." "Are we having a boy or girl?" I asked. "That's what we need to talk about. Do you really want to have another baby?" said Jen. I asked her, "What did you want to do?" She replied, "We should think about it." Needless to say, it was a long night. The next morning, as Jen was leaving, I asked, "What do you have planned for today?" Jen looked and said, "I don't what's going on at the lodge. After I get my hair done, I'll give you a call." "Ok, Sexy. I love ya, and I'll talk to you later babe," I said. Then she was out the door in a flash. About twenty minutes later the phone rang. "Hello," I answered. "Good morning. Is Mrs. Patterson in?" the caller asked politely. I said, "No, but this is her husband. Can I help you?" "Sir, your wife left her credit card here at the front desk. We were letting her know so that she could pick it up." Front desk? What fucking front desk? I asked, "Which hotel are you at? I can come by and pick it up myself and save her the trip." "We're at the Hyatt Regency East." "You have a very nice hotel there," I told the man. "Thank you, Sir. The card will be waiting for you at the front desk." Why do you suppose would my wife be at the Hyatt? I called Visa and asked for an itemized statement. They asked me, "For which card number?" I didn't have her card number, so I said, "Both." The lady on the phone asked me to hold on while she went to a supervisor. The supervisor said, "Mr. Patterson, one of the cards is her personal card. We can't send you that bill." I asked, "How does that bill get paid?" The supervisor explained that the payments were split between the two cards on a 60% — 40% basis, and both were paid on the same invoice. I told him, "I'm the person paying the bills, so either send me the statements or fuck getting paid." The Supervisor said they would check and see and get back to me. About fifteen minutes later I received the itemized statement in an email. It was worse that I thought. Jen had been going to the hotel twice a week for the last six months. I couldn't think of any reason that Jen needed to be using hotel for, so now I was going to do something I never expected. "Hello Hue. I need your help." Hue said, "Jeff, come to the lodge and bring a suitcase." "Bring a suitcase? I don't want to leave her, I just need help," I said. He repeated himself, "Bring a suitcase." I grabbed one of the travel bags from the closet and drove to the lodge. Once I got there, I looked empty. Hue opened the door and said, "Come on in." Once inside we went to the security office, into the inside room where there were about fifteen monitors. They had cameras everywhere. Hue cleared his throat and said, "Jeff, after you see this I don't know if you'll be able to stay married. Think about what you want before you watch this." I said, "Hue, she's pregnant and I have to know or I can't move on." He said he understood, the tape was already booted up so he hit play. The first thing I saw was Jen on her knees sucking the waiter's cock. She also had another waiter fucking her doggy style. Then she looked up and grabbed one of my lodge brother's cocks. She fucked for at least an hour. Then she started cleaning herself up. She reached into her purse and pulled out some kind of squeeze bottle to flush herself out. No wonder she always carried a big purse — it was a 'travel slut' kit. Hue said, "I told you to bring the suitcase for a reason, Jeff. I'm giving all of this to you. It's your marriage, so you decide. If you want to work it out then work it out, but if you want to divorce her, you go ahead and use what I'm giving you." There must have been thirty tapes and twenty dvds. Hue shook his head as he said, "She's has been a busy girl." There were four lodge-brothers and just about all of the staff on video having sex with Jen. "The staff will be fired," Hue continued, "but the brothers will have to go before the board of trustees." "Jeff, think long and hard, but do what works for you," said Hue. Long and hard my ass! I was at my lawyer's office about twenty minutes later. He took everything I had, and started the process. He told me I would have to give up some assets, but not half. The house, for example, was mine before the marriage, so it wasn't joint property. She could keep her slut mobile, but I just didn't want to pay spousal support. My lawyer said she would be served the next week. I asked him if he could have the papers served at the Hyatt next Wednesday. For the rest of week, I went fishing. I said told Jen it was a lodge thing. Wednesday rolled around pretty quickly. While Jen was having her little fling, a few of the brothers wives and I packed up Jen's shit at the house. My cell phone started going off, and the caller ID showed it was Jen. "Y'ello," I said. "Jeff, what in the fuck is this divorce shit?" "Jen, where were the papers delivered to you?" She didn't answer my question, she just went on the offensive. "Look Jeff, you can't just throw me away. You love me and can't live without me. You said it yourself!" said Jen. "I can't live with food, dumb ass, but sluts come a dime a dozen," I yelled. "I have to go, Jen. The truck just arrived to take your shit to your moms house." The last thing I heard as I signed off was "NOOOO!" Things moved pretty fast after that, although Jen got the Judge to hold off on the divorce till the baby was born. Then she start going to church. Then she told me that Hue had drugged her and set her up. She kept repeating it so much I started having doubts. Then one of my friends who had nothing to do with the lodge took the tapes to a video lab to be tested. Once the lab concluded that they were authentic, Jen changed her story: she must have been drugged. Next it was the 'devil made her do it' but now she's in church. I think she was praying that the baby would be mine. So here we are sitting in the courtroom waiting for the DNA results to be read. The judge asked me, "Are you sure you want the results?" I responded, "Yes, your Honor." The judge opened the results and asked Jen, "Do you know who the father of this child is?" "Yes, your Honor. It's Jeff Patterson," she said. He looked at Jen and shook his head. "The game is over Mrs. Patterson. Your husband is not the father of this child." The judge gave me an 85/15 percent split of our assets because we had only been married for three years. I have to pay her $75.00 dollars a week for two years and she got $11,000 dollars from my saving but no share of my retirement account. I did get stuck with the lawyer's fees but that was okay because at least this mess was over. I had gotten off lucky. It's been two years now and I have to make my last spousal support payment today. We're having a "Last payment to a slut" party at the lodge tonight. Every single one of my lodge brothers were there; it was packed. Hue grabbed me and took me into the back room. "Jeff, I'd like you to meet the lodge's board of directors." The head of the board had his back to me when I entered the room. When he turned around I almost spit out my drink. "Your Honor! What are you doing here?" I asked. "I am the Chairman of the Board," he said, a big grin on his face. What the fuck? Both Jen's and my lawyers, and even my boss, were on the board. Hue said, "Jeff, I once told you don't be afraid to ask for my help. You weren't afraid and now it's your time." I was elected to the board and there would be a day when it was my turn to help a fool in love! Oh, and my last payment to Jen, I made in small coins. Who would think that the tellers at the fucking bank would get mad for me asking for getting $75 dollars in pennies at closing time? I know, I know you think I'm an asshole. It's just I so love it when cheater gets burnt. It maybe a little over the top but then so is the justice system. I Didn't Know... I didn't know when I first started writing this, whether to make it a quick-read, or to tell the whole story. After getting into it I realized it is a GREAT story and merits the full telling. So here it is. When my father died a little over a year ago, my wife Valeri, and I spent several days getting his house in order and ready to sell. He had been sick a long time and I had been emotionally prepared. We worked with purpose and as much humor as possible. In the process we ran across a box of old Penthouse magazines. That evening, after a good shower, pizza and a few beers, we sat in bed and looked through several of the magazines. Valeri, I believed at the time, was a little on the conservative side. She would not easily let her inhibitions go. So I was surprised to see her interest in the photos of these lovely naked ladies. While I found them admirable in so many ways, Valeri's appreciation was a pleasant surprise. She made comments on their sexiness and on particular parts of their anatomy - the beautiful skin of this one, the perfect nipples of that one. She even said, "I wonder how it would feel to have a full Brazilian wax job like that. I mean a day later; I know it would hurt awful when it was done." If she noticed the tent forming in my shorts, she didn't let on. We began reading some of the letters that people sent in. Some were outrageous and laughable. Others were exciting and sexy as hell. After I read one aloud that described a lesbian girl's technique for providing oral pleasure to her mate, I saw that Valeri had become flushed. Beads of perspiration formed between her breasts and on her upper lip. I made a metal note of this as I kissed the dew from her lip. A moment later I felt a hand gentle slide over my tent. She had noticed my semi-erect condition, and she was turned on! Then we read one letter from a women who had gotten her husband inebriated until he fell asleep on the couch. She slid him over unto the coffee table, bound him to it, and blindfolded him. She invited a few of her girlfriends over for coffee and "dessert". He woke up, bewildered and confused. He only protested for a moment, though, as the women stripped him naked, took turns with him one at a time at first, then together. He totally enjoyed it, of course. But afterwards it drove him crazy because he never found out who the women were. Valeri felt how rock hard I had become while reading this story. She said, "Wow, you really liked that didn't you?" "Yeah," I said, just realizing it myself. "I guess so. It was pretty cool". She got a little smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. I thought it was because she then slid down my body and started to lick and suck my penis. That's what I thought then, in that brief moment where I could think, before her tongue swirled like liquid honey and her lips, incredibly soft and wet, made every other part of me grow weak. She tenderly licked and ran her soft lips over, around, and up and back. She played me like a delicate new toy until I was begging to have her. She licked under my balls then gently sucked on each one. Then she clamped down on my cock with her lips and tongue and rode up and down my shaft with purpose. In only a minute or two she brought me to an amazingly intense orgasm, ejaculating with a force beyond that of my own power. Her mouth never relaxed its grip, until I was completely spent. When my mind finally began functioning again, I opened my eyes to see her contentedly smiling at me. Emptied, and fulfilled, I could only smile back at her. I had no words. She slid up close, lay down on her side, and swinging her leg over me, placed her head on my chest. After a few minutes of just breathing, and wondering how I got so lucky, I thought about the Penthouse letter where the lesbian detailed the proper technique for perfect cunnilingus. My libido returned. I gently started touching her head and shoulders. Just lightly running my fingertips over her lovely skin. Then down her arm and onto her breast. Softly, barely touching. Next reaching down her side and along the crest of her hip to the end of my reach. I rolled her slowly unto her back, as she looked up at me with calm, deep liquid eyes. I sat up, and leaning over her, I kissed her hair. I kissed her lips, kissed between her breasts, and then down her beautiful belly to the thatch of hair that guarded her pussy. She moved her legs apart. I nuzzled her soft fur as I swung myself around and knelt between her legs. I bent her knees and pushed her legs up. Then reaching under her hips, I lifted her bottom up until her clitoris, cunt and anus were only a breath away from my tongue. I smelled her, savored her sweet aroma and let it fill my nostrils. Her clitoris glistened as it peeked out from its hood. Her labia, lightly covered in soft tawny hair, were full, moist, and puffed out with need. She had the most beautiful anal bud, a perfect smooth pink star that moved in and out slightly with her breathing. I wanted to follow the instructions of the lesbian, but I couldn't help myself. Instead, I applied my soft tongue to her bud, licking flat, back and forth. She yelped in pleasure with the first contact and moaned deeply as I continued; now moving in tiny circles around her anus. She moaned contentedly. I then began probing the little hole, forcing my tongue in as much as I could. Her moans took on a more shrill tone. After a minute or so I drew back and just looked at her. Her wet bud pulsed, opening slightly and closing. Her eyes were closed. Her tongue moistened her lips as her fist clenched the sheets of the bed. I let my breath, hot, moist and very close, expel over her pussy, moving slightly from her clit to her bud, teasing. She whimpered in anticipation. I wet my lips and clamped down on her clitoris sucking it into my mouth in one quick move. My baby shrieked and began to convulse in orgasm as I played my tongue over her captive organ. As her shaking began to subside, in a moment of inspiration I pressed my thumb onto her wet anus and she started her orgasm all over again. She had always reached orgasm easily, but this was surprisingly quick, even for her. I released my lip-lock on her clit and just gently licked it for a moment. Then I just held her there, with my breath caressing her bush. My arms were getting tired of holding her up, but I hadn't tasted that delicious cunt yet. I started licking her labia, softly sucking on one full lip through her pubic hair, then on the other. Each time I switched from one to the other my tongue brushed across her clitoris. And each time I did, Valeri interrupted her chorus of moans with a sudden, vocal, gasp. My arms ached, so I knew I couldn't hold her up much longer. I changed tactics and plunged my face into her swollen vagina, trying to reach as deep as I could with my tongue. I tried to tease her clit with my nose as I tongued and licked in and out and up and down. She shuddered once, groaned long and low and began shaking uncontrollably. I ran my tongue and lips from her sweet anus to her protruding clit, penetrating as deep as I could into her tunnel each time I passed over it. My arms and shoulders hurt, my cock ached like it would explode, and she just kept on writhing in orgasm! Finally, as her shaking diminished, my left arm gave out, followed by the right. I tried to get a grip again but I couldn't hold on. In the effort my finger ended up against her anus as I dropped her onto the bed. Without a moments thought, I pushed it in. She screamed and began convulsing again, though more briefly this time. My head dropped face down on her navel. My one hand was trapped with a finger up her ass, and the other still underneath her butt. I didn't have the strength immediately to lift myself up. So I lay there a minute, hunched over, with my mouth pressed against her stomach. As nice as it was, even with the salty taste of her sweat, I had to turn my head to the side to breath. She was breathing very hard, and her legs, still up in the air, were trembling. I extracted my one hand from under her and pushed myself up. I was reluctant to pull my finger out of her beautiful bud, but couldn't do anything else if I didn't. So I gently slide it free, causing Valeri several quick, deep breaths. Her eyes remained closed. She was not ready to return from wonderland just yet. I held her legs, slowly brought each one down until they lay relax flat on the bed. I half lifted, half dragged myself from between her legs and dropped down beside her. Her anus was a new discovery. We had never had anal sex before. The magazine letters likely stimulated our sexual appetite, and I wondered if we had taken a step in that direction. That's the last thought I remember until waking in the morning. That was about a year ago. Now let me tell you about six weeks ago. In an attempt to keep fit, I try to work out twice a week, jogging and then lifting free weights. On that particular Saturday, the day before my birthday, I had completed my five-mile jog, and was working with the weights. Since we both worked out, we had the weights, weight-bench, and other items set up in a room adjacent to the family room. I could see Valeri in the kitchen, on the other side of the family room, talking on the phone. I was just getting to the point in my routine where I worked on bench presses. I put 180 pounds on the bar for the presses. I intended to do several reps at this weight and see how far I would get. I sat down on the bench and settled in. Valeri came in and leaned against the doorframe. "How's the workout?" she asked. "You don't look too sweaty." She had her teasing quality in her voice. I positioned my hands on the bar, I grunted out some lame response, lifted and lowered the weight. The bar felt right and I began pumping in earnest. I had intended to keep each set to ten reps, but at eight it still felt good. I paused at the top of the press, then decided to press out a few more. In the third set I was really feeling the stress and my triceps had that good ache that says you are building strength. As I inhaled and started lowering the bar on the final rep of the set, Valeri leaned over me. Her long hair dropped in my face and I closed my eyes. But not before I caught the most delightful SEG spreading across her face. "What are you doing?" I said between breathes. I knew she was going to do something to tease me. I started exhaling as I pressed the bar back up. I felt cold metal pressed against my right wrist, and almost immediately the same on my left. I then heard metal on metal sounds and felt a slight tug on the bar. My concentration was broken, so at the top of the press I cradled the bar. I saw that Valeri, my innocent sweet Valeri, had hand cuffed both of my hands to the bar. I smiled up at her and said again, "What ARE you doing?" She smiled bright and wide, leaned over me again, and kissed me. After a few moments she broke the kiss. With her lips barely brushing mine, she smiled warmly and said, "I...am going to have fun today!" And with that she held an awful smelling cloth over my mouth and nose. Before I caught on, before I could figure out anything to do, I was out cold. Waking up was something that is not clear. It was more like a dream that gradually took on substance. Like swimming under water a long time, breathing just fine, but with your vision distorted and murky. It gets better as you rise to the surface. When you break the surface, this different world is a surprise, and your awareness, distant and lethargic, returns slowly. The first thing that I remember is sailboats, and rocking on the waves of blue water. Then I was hearing the song Blue Bayou. I watched the sailboats going by on the bayou, and then I was on the sailboat watching the bayou go by. My body began waking too. I felt dead spots. Numbness from lying in one spot too long, and I tried to turn over. But I couldn't. My legs wouldn't move. I tried to reach down and rub my legs. My hand moved, but I couldn't reach my leg. It was very perplexing, until my faculties slowly kick in. Realization in small doses started flowing over me. I couldn't see. Everything was dark. I could move my legs a little side to side, but I couldn't lift them. I could only wiggle my feet, but otherwise I couldn't make them move. The same with my hands - I could move them around, raise them up and down and sideways, but my arms were anchored above the elbow. Suddenly, I put it together. I was bound and blindfolded! The realization scared me at first. I struggled to pull away. I growled and I jerked my arms, I tried to force my legs free, but to no avail. I tried to move my head around and push the mask or blindfold off. I could move my head but the blindfold moved with it and stayed firmly in place. Then some of the recent memories came back. I remembered the last thing I saw - the shit-eating-grin on Valeri's face. She had done this. It began to fall into place. I could now tell I was lying on the weight bench. She must have put me to sleep with some clinical knockout juice, and tied me to the bench. I could half-feel, half-sensed my ankles were tied to the lower legs of the bench. I wiggled my legs again and confirmed it. I think my ass was half off the bench, but it was kind of numb so I couldn't be sure. My arms were bound just above the elbow and straight out from my sides. Then I remember the handcuffs and being handcuffed to the weight bar. That was it! I was strapped to the bar, but not with handcuffs, with belts or...duct tape. I tried my voice. I could barely hear it, kind of horse. I said, "Val?" But all I could hear was some country singer praising his truck. "Val," I said again, with much more strength in my voice. But I couldn't hear any response. I got ready to scream out as loud as I could when I heard her voice over the music, or in the music. Then I got it. I wasn't just blindfolded; I had headphones fastened to my ears somehow, so all I could hear was the music. She must have mixed a microphone in through the tape machine, or a Karaoke machine some way. "Hi baby. Are you comfortable?" came Valeri's voice. "I tried to make you comfortable. Are you OK?" Her voice expressed concern, but also held the element of teasing or smirking in it. "I don't know," I said. "I'm having a problem standing up". That tickled her, and she let out a quick laugh, but I didn't mean it to be funny. She said, "Yes, that is going to be a problem for a while. You see, I have tied you up." That made me chuckle. "Really!" I said. "Well, I don't see, as you can see, I'm sort of blind, so you will have to explain this to me." "There is nothing to explain, actually," she said. "I'm just going to have my way with you!" But I got more serious. "Val, what's gotten in to you? What is this all about?" She responded quickly. "It's about me having my way with you. Now I don't want to waste your time, so is there anything I can do for you?" Waste MY time. Was I going somewhere all tied up? "Perhaps a drink," she said, "different music, I have a nice selection? Do you need scratching anywhere?" Her voice was almost giddy, and as such, infectious. Yet there was a finality to her tone that told me I really had only the choices she listed. I ask for water and in a moment she held a straw to my lips. I drank heartily as I wondered what she had planned, what it mean to "have her way with me". As it turned out, my sweet siren wife had a side to her that I could never have imagined. "Let the games begin," I pronounced. Bolero began to play into my captive ears. It was hard to gauge the passage of time. I thought about what she was up to, and I reasoned it would end in something sexual. She may be somewhat conservative sexually, but she wasn't shy in bed. I don't know how long I lay there thinking, but I was suddenly aware of a light, cold object on the inside of my thigh. I felt a tugging on my jogging shorts. I'm not sure when realized the cold was a pair of scissors and my shorts were being cut away! "Jees, be careful down there" I yelled, but in a moment my shorts were laid open and yanked from underneath me. My penis and balls were exposed with no place to hide. Before I could feel the change in temperature, my shirt fell to the blades of the scissors. I lay there bound, helpless and quite naked. Knowing the intimate love I shared with Valeri, and the anticipation of her "having fun with me", it felt good. But there are some things you just never really ever think about. So you don't get it immediately when a nicely warm and moist cloud descends over you genitals. It's all sensual and sexual. It is shear pleasure... until you realize it is a shearing pleasure, and the cloud is shaving cream! The truth was conveyed to me with the first drag of the razor down my balls! I had never felt that sensation before. But I knew immediately what is was! My whole body jerked with the realization. "Whoa there Mike," Valeri rebuffed me. "Settle down...or the boys in the locker room are going to start calling you Michelle". I protested. I said it was not right for a guy to be balls BALD! I was angry, but I was also excited, and a bit curious. It was hard to mount a successful defense when a beautiful woman is holding your testicles in her hands. Still, I protested, but there was no response except the razor scraping away my pubic hair. And that was it. For the next half hour or so, my cock was pushed and pulled this way and that, along with my scrotum and balls. It was quite a sensation, and not bad really, if I didn't think too much about the "little boy look" I would soon be sporting. Yet through the whole process I felt that there was something strange going on. Something that was not as it should be. It was hard to perform any serious deductive reasoning with my privates being lovingly handled, so I let it go -- the whole shaving balls thing was quite strange to begin with -- what did I expect? As a finale, a lotion of some sort was enthusiastically rubbed in everywhere, with special attention given to my erection. My breath started coming in short pants, and I found myself groaning. Again something strange flashed through my mind, but it couldn't hang on. My groans became a growl. Then, just as my balls began to tighten, the expert rubbing of my cock abruptly stopped! Sadly, painfully, I was not allowed to cum. "Oh really?" I said, "You're stopping now? Come on, I need to cum after all that fondling!" The response I got was cheery "Now you are squeaky smooth and pretty," in Valeri's pleased-with-herself voice. I didn't know I was "squeaky smooth and pretty" but that little voice in my headphones pronounced me so, as Lionel Richie sang "Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady". I'm not sure if that is irony, but all I could think of was the boys in the locker room laughing at my "lady trim". After several minutes, maybe more, long hair tantalizingly brushed over my chest. I could smell the hair, or thought I could. Something lightly touched my lips, and as I wondered what it was, it pressed down. I opened my mouth and sucked in a tasty nipple. I tongued it eagerly, as Valeri spoke again. "What would you like to eat?" she said, and proceeded to list choices as I sucked. Then she stopped, and said, "Never mind, I'll pick for you". And with that she popped her breast out of my mouth and was gone again. I was left wanting, my mouth not understanding, still forming an "O" in the air. I pulled instinctively...and futilely at my bonds. I was left alone it seemed for what felt like a long time. It was probably no more than five or ten minutes. But time passes slowly when you are naked and bound. My thoughts wandered, but the whole time it felt like I wasn't alone. No sound penetrated the headphones other than the music, no air movement, no vibrations of the floor or bench, just a silly sense of being watched. It made me wonder if Valeri was sitting right there, "having her way with me" in some unfathomable manner. I assumed she left me to get whatever food she decided I wanted, but I really had know way of knowing. I Didn't Know... Then I did feel the slightest vibration, and a second later gentle fingernails dragged across my balls and flaccid penis. It didn't stay flaccid. It pumped up by a third in anticipation. But the next thing I felt was something bumped my lips. It bumped twice more before I got that I was suppose to open my mouth. I opened it and a small round object was placed in. It was slightly warm, somewhat soft and wet. I wasn't sure as I rolled it around with my tongue. I mashed down on it a little and a cool liquid oozed out. It was a grape. I chewed it up and opened my mouth for another. It didn't come, and I felt pretty dumb lying there with my mouth open like a baby bird. I closed it. I felt the bump again and eagerly played the game and opened my mouth. Again it was a grape, but it was warmer, and wetter. I chewed it up and again opened my mouth for the next one, but closed it again, not wanting to look silly. When I thought about that, I chuckled out loud. I was strapped to a weight bench by a 100 pound girl, stripped naked with shaved balls, begging for grapes -- the looking silly ship had already sailed! My lips were bumped again and I responded opening my mouth with a little pucker, like a kiss. The grape was placed on my lip and pushed in. The finger, of course, followed part way and I sucked on it as it withdrew. I almost immediately knew why the grapes were warm on the outside. The taste and smell on the finger was undeniably vaginal. So that is why it was so long between bites. The grapes were marinating in love juice. I chewed it up again, smiling as I thought Valeri's taste, and smell, were stronger, actually more tangy than usual. Laughing I said, "You need to go wash up a little baby, you're pussy is more potent than usual." At that point I thought I briefly heard a laugh. But it wasn't how Valeri laughed, so it had to be something in the music. Another grape bumped my mouth almost immediately, and I formed my kiss lips again. Again the grape was place on my lips and pressed in, and again I suck on the finger as I pulled out. I must have cleaned the finger very well the first time because this time it wasn't nearly as strong, and more sweet than tangy. I received a few more grapes with the same routine, and each time the taste, smell, and finger were unique. I might have wondered about this, but the menu changed. This time, instead of my lips being bumped, they were pressed, and a warm, mushy, almost liquid substance covered my mouth. It was chocolate pudding, served on a firm breast with a lovely nipple. I licked and slurped my way around that delicious orb until it was lifted away. But in a moment it was replaced with another serving, one that pressed a good bit harder into my mouth. Why should I mind? What a great substitute for spoons. This went on for several feedings, sometimes mashing into my face and all around, sometimes held just about my lips or barely within my reach lifting my head as high up as I could. It's hard to believe, I know, but I became tired of it, tired of pudding breasts. But I cherished my imagined image of Valeri's beautiful perfect globes dangling over me covered in pudding. That would have to happen again when I had eyes to see. "Ok, baby, the grapes and pudding were good", I said in my most commanding voice. "But even a shaved blindfolded man need real food! How 'bout some meat!" In a moment, over the chorus of Captain and Tennile singing "Muskrat Love", or some equally stupid song, I heard "As you wish". Just as the music reached the peak and began down its crescendo, the softest, smoothest, wettest, pussy I've ever known descended unto my face. It was so unexpected, so perfectly choreographed in its simple one movement dance, that it held the magic of childhood awe and the mystic of a first time experience in unmatched pleasure. For the longest time I could not move. I didn't want to move. The feeling of that warm flesh, the soft wet folds caressing my cheeks, nose, and mouth, was such an enthralling pleasure; I never wanted to leave that space. Then reality set in and I had to tilt my head forward to take a breath. As I did, my nose pushed against a prominent clitoris. I felt that amazing flesh quiver and I inhaled deeply. I moved my nose back again, stimulating her clit and jammed my tongue into her wide-open vagina. She shuddered. The feeling of my mouth and tongue moving against her swollen lips, and clitoris was divine. That connection is so emotionally pure and physically intimate that it defies language to describe it. It is a communion beyond expression, an expression beyond communication. I assaulted this treasure with slow, purposeful intention. My lips and tongue were my only tools, but I was the master, a craftsman, working as any serious artist, with every effort to achieve perfection. Sucking each wing of her cunt, caressing it in my mouth with soft, flat tongue, and nose occasionally circling her clit. Gently increasing the pace, but never forgetting to be gentle, until her body shook in orgasm. When it began to subside, I became aggressive, ceasing to be gentle with soft movements. I sucked each lip of her opening deep into my mouth and pulled it around and around. Then pulled on it until it popped out of my mouth and I seized the other one, back and forth, until finally going for her clitoris and sucking that with abandon. I couldn't hear her scream, but I felt it. Every muscle in her body, tensed in anticipation of the power building in her groin, suddenly shook violently as her second orgasm engulfed her completely. Wave after wave took her. Even the weight bench shook from the intensity. Her juices flowed over my cheeks and into my mouth. I was so proud, until her legs gave out and her vagina sagged hard against my face. Breathing was impossible under her, but I managed by turning my head to the side and pull my chin down. I took great gulps of the air, and with it, the smell of lovemaking. I was rock hard. I hadn't realized it until after she began to calm down. It had all been for her. God that felt good - that it was all for her, but now my cock ached. She finally found her legs, and lifted herself off my head. That wonderful wet and soft pussy lifted away and was gone. It was good because I could breathe, but I missed the smooth flesh. She kissed me. Her hair brushed against my chest as her smooth lips press against my very wet lips, wet with her juices. Her hair brush over my face as she pulled away. It felt good, familiar. For a moment I was confused by an odd thought. Then it hit me. "Hey!" I said, my voice a mix of enthusiasm and awe. "There's no hair on your pussy! You shaved!" The realization astonished me. It was so out-of-character for her. Well, this whole thing today was so out-of-character for her -- it's like she was just being somebody else for the day, possessed. So strange. But...I had no complaints. Her voice broke in over Aretha laying it down in "Respect". "No I didn't", she said, and then giggled. "I had a Brazilian!" She laughed again. "The bush is gone. The whole thing, sooo.... you can't complain about your naked balls, or should I say...hairless balls." She laughed again, and then I was alone, or it felt like it anyway. I heard only the music. Now it was Richie Havens cranking up on the Beatles song, "Here Comes the Sun". Where did she get this mix? The ache in my balls and cock slowly let up and my hard-on softened. I tried to reposition myself for a little more comfort. My cock flopped back and forth as I moved, then finally went limp. Many thoughts went through my head, but mostly they came back to Valeri, amazingly smooth pussy, a Brazilian no less, and this whole sex adventure. The "Wow factor" was off the charts. I must have been alone quite a while because I fell asleep. I awoke to a wet, hot mouth sucking my limp penis. Maybe it was the waking up, but her mouth was hotter than I have ever felt any mouth. With the strong tongue movements and the pulling from wet firm lips it did not take long for my raging hard-on to be restored. I could hear my groans. I needed relief so bad. I prayed that those expert lips would grant me release. I was being well sucked. Swirling tongue and soft firm lips stroke up and down my shaft. It was amazing. Each time that mouth descended down my cock it went further down than the time before. She had never done this before! I don't have the biggest cock on the planet, but I am a pretty good size, and for the first time in my life I was being Deep Throated. Her nose and lips were bottoming out against my belly each time those hot lips rode down my shaft. Her hand was on my balls as they began to draw up and tighten. I was going to blow my load. My cock was all the way down here throat. I couldn't believe the feeling. Just as I was sure I would unload in the next couple of strokes, the lips slid up my shaft and stopped. They did a last sucking kiss on my knob, and were gone. I couldn't believe it. I cried out, "No, don't stop now!" I pleaded. "God women, have a heart, get me off!" No sooner were the words out then my face was once again smothered by pussy. I tried to scream "Not fair" into the pussy, but the words were so muffled by the soft moist flesh that I couldn't even understand them myself. I automatically started licking and sucking, but I was so frustrated with this dilemma, and actually getting angry, that I didn't notice that she tasted different again, and the aroma was different too. I didn't notice the taste and smell until I realized that I was licking and sucking hair again. What was she doing? My mind reeled. It was a relief when I felt hands on my penis. Then a hot mouth enveloped it and fingers messaged my balls and ass. I thought, "Ok, good, at least you're getting back to my cock!" The deep-throating process began again, giving me unbelievable pleasure. Still, there was something distracting, something more unbelievable hammering at my blood-starved brain. With limited analytical powers, with licking an impossibly fury pussy, with my engorged penis throbbing deeper down a throat, I tried to put explanation to these events. How could she do it? Women in my headphones sang about having two lovers that she loved "both the same!" I wasn't really listening to it, but I guess on some level I heard. The truth of my situation flared to light like a match striking fire. THERE WERE TWO WOMEN! I screamed my muffled scream up the vagina on my face, "My god, Valeri..." But that's all I had. I couldn't get my mind around the reality of it. My cock swelled, my balls drew up, and all thought ceased. Instinctively I kept licking and sucking the strange fury cunt, but all awareness and attention was focused on my imminent orgasm. My Valeri, my Lady Deep Throat felt it too and plunged my cock as deep into her throat as she could and sucked with unbelievable strength. It was the strongest eruption I have ever had, by far. I exploded!! The power of my seminal release was nothing less than a launch. Every part of my body gathered together for that sole purpose, and let go in unison. Wave after wave of such intense pleasure racked my body so deeply that it, somehow, was painful. Exquisitely painful! After forever had come and gone, I started settling down. Lady Deep Throat, whose fingers were dug tight into my ass cheeks, slowly withdrew her mouth from my still throbbing cock. This act provided sufficient stimulation to generate multiple after-shocks. I trembled again with another, though milder orgasm. I had never before had a double orgasm. Clouds of passion and confusion, of sweat and pussies and breasts with pudding, all swirled like snapshots and strobe lights in my head. My breathing returned to normal, and only then could I gain any sense of the last few...what... minutes...hours. My sense of smell returned, and I caught a whiff of that strange vagina, it's juices drying on my face. God, what happened? Surely this all had to be a dream! It was as impossible as anything in a dream. I needed perspective. Go back to the start...when did it start. And this I did. I tried to anchor on getting out of bed this morning. Then having that firmly rooted in my mind I followed the sequence of the days events. They story unreeled like a movie in my head. It had all the detail, all the senses, sound and touch, smell and even sight. Except now, even though sight was stolen from me now, that in itself somehow made it real. The whole thing was real! Bazaar as hell, but real. Another thing was real too. I said, "I have to take a piss" in my most demanding voice. I don't know what I expected, but for a minute there was nothing. "This is no joke, I have to pee!" The next thing I knew my penis was being grabbed and pull. It felt like a condom was being put on my limp penis. It was not a gentle struggle. I think my cock was refusing to be stuck into anything again today, but the assault team was persistent. When my handlers stopped and my poor penis fell back to my belly, there was something encasing my abused organ. The joyful tones of my dear wife broke in to my musical world, " OK, big boy, take your leak." "What... here?" I said. "In front of whats-her-name?" Then I laughed at my own silliness. Being bashful after what just transpired was nuts. I peed. "What is whats-her-names name?" I asked as my bladder emptied itself into whatever was attached to my penis. "Who's name?" my captor replied. "The other women Val," I said proudly. "I know there are two of you. You couldn't deep-throat me with you pussy on my face. Or was that your pussy on my face and you didn't really have a Brazilian?" I had only to taste my pussy soaked lips to know that the fury pussy was not Valeri. "She giggled into my headphones. The giggle had all the bravado of the SEG I saw on her face at the beginning of all of this. She said, "So many questions. I'll answer one. Her name is..... the Siren of Wind", then she went silent leaving me with, of all things, Roger Miller singing "Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport". Did she plan the timing of this music? I finished draining my pipes, and was happy when the devise was wrestled off my cock. Valeri came on the headphones again. "Here, baby, take a drink of water," and she pressed the straw to my lips. I sucked several sips. It tasted like pussy. Then she said, "Here take this too," and popped a pill in my mouth, "Swallow", she said giving the straw back to me, "Don't chew". I did and drank some more. I was going to ask her what the pill was, when I suddenly felt a slippery finger sliding back and forth in the crack of my ass. After some soothing rubbing it stop on my anus and messaged in a circle around it, applying more and more pressure. I tensed up, but then the voice in the headphones whispered, "You had better relax that little port, don't want it to get hurt". It wasn't like I had options, and I didn't want THAT to get hurt. I did my best to loosen up. The finger came back with more jelly and continued circling my "little port". This went on only a moment before it slipped in. It wasn't a new feeling, but it didn't have Valeri's touch, so I guessed it was the Siren of Wind up my ass. I broke out laughing at the thought. The finger paused, like it had been insulted, or curious about my laughter, but then wiggled around a moment and withdrew. Then it circled around then entered again. This play continued for a short while, maybe a couple of minutes, and I was getting used to it. Then two fingers pierced my anus. It made me suck my breath in, but the two fingers continued without hesitation. I have to admit it was pleasant. I started to feel aroused, a little. Then the fingers slipped out and were immediately replaced by something different - a dildo, or a butt plug, or... I could only guess. I know it was larger than the fingers and seemed to have a part of it that was thicker than the rest of it. My captors just left it in there, stuck in or hanging out of my ass. It wasn't being moved around so it was hard to determine much. I seemed to be alone again. Alone with that "Wonderful Tonight" song, Eric Clapton I think. I wondered who the Siren of the Wind was. And what was Valeri thinking with this crazy thing she was doing to me. This is too wild for her. Tying me up, maybe. But to share me with another women, to watch another women put her vagina in my face, to watch me eat another women...that was not the Valeri that I knew. Maybe I was working too much, not being home enough, that drove her to this... this carnal conquest. I couldn't figure it. And she had a Brazilian! A full-blown baby-smooth beaver! The thought just amazed me. Then she shaved me bald as an eight year old. She was something else. I wondered, was she stoned, or doing drugs? Was I? Oddly, with nothing else going on, with no one touching me or making me eat anything or anyone, I was getting aroused. I guess having an unknown ass invader is more than just "nothing going on", but I couldn't believe that would make me start to have an erection. I tried to shift my position and it caused the "Invader" to shift in my rectum. God, I hope I wasn't getting kinky and starting to love having my ass jacked! I could feel my balls pulling up a little, and my cock was rising up from the dead. Without thinking, I tried to reach down a stroke my cock, just to check on the feeling I was having. But my arms remain trapped, my hands only able to swing around from the elbow joint. In a few more minutes there was no doubt. My penis was fully erect, and then some. I could feel the blood throbbing from the knob on down my shaft to deep in my body. The skin of my cock was tight, and I felt huge, pointing straight up. I also felt flushed and hot...and extremely horny. Thinking I was alone I yelled out, "Val!" "You don't have to yell" the earphone said. "I'm right here watching you". "Something's going on," I said. "I have a raging hard-on". Then I added, "And a missile up my butt." "Yes, I see," came the reply. "We've been waiting, and watching you grow, baby. You've done a marvelous job", she said mockingly. "You've been waiting", I asked. "For what? What are you going to do?" "For the Viagra to kick in, of course." Again she giggled. "And to answer you second question -- everything!" Viagra? Viagra! "You gave me Viagra?" I screamed. "It feels like I'm going to explode!" "We will help you with that, baby," my wife chortled. "Don't worry". Don't worry? I wasn't worried. I was exploding. Why should I worry! Just as I started to yell again, the invader up my butt started vibrating. All the words for whatever I was going to say left my head. All I could think was that my ass was vibrating -- way up there vibrating. Something touched my lips. My recent programming took over and I opened my mouth. I started to lick, thinking I was being presented with another piece of womanhood. But my tongue touched something quite different. It was pushed gently into my mouth. I couldn't really taste it, or smell it for that matter, not at first. Everything tasted and smelled like pussy. But apparently she was making sure I didn't get hungry. It had a cake like texture, and after chewing for a short while I decided it was a brownie. It did have a taste, though still strong in the pussy flavor, but chocolaty, and I ate all of it. Then warm, wet, softness engulfed my super monster cock, and slid slowly down. Slowly, teasingly, tongue rubbing-ly down, down, torturously down my cock. All I could think was "HURRY!!" The hot mouth took in all of me, I know I had to be deep down a throat, then it reversed direction and the sucking began as the mouth drew ever so slowly back. All the synapses that were my mind fired at once in unison. White lightening -- the blindfold had kept my eyes in the dark. But for those few moments... minutes?... hours?...I don't know...but for that span of time I saw white light! Then the amazing sucking mouth pulled off suddenly, releasing my cock with a force that had to create a loud POP, though I couldn't hear it. I could only hear the blood pumping in my ears, my chest heaved and I gasped for breath. A hand grabbed my cock and in the next movement it was enveloped again. Not as soft as the mouth, but as hot and moist as before, it slid down until it bottomed against my bones. It was somehow different; it squeezed the base of my penis and released several times. It squeezed and slid up until only the head of my cock remained captured. The feeling was unbelievable. Then it relaxed and rapidly slammed down again with enough force that my groin felt like it was being flattened. The muscles tightened again, gripping my cock as tight as a hand, and made several shorts stokes up and down. Each time my groin was compressed. It held with that tight grip and slid nearly off again. Only the head of my cock was held. My thoughts were muddled, blurry, but it came to me that what was slamming into my groin were butt cheeks! One of them was riding with me up their ass! I Didn't Know... That was a whole new world for me. Val and I had never done that before. We had played... a finger here and there, but not actually ass fucked. I didn't know if we were doing it now! I could be sticking it up the butt of the Siren of the Wind! It wasn't like I could stop and figure all this out. All my thoughts were fragments, pieces that blew through my mind like leaves on a fall day. Before I could wrap my head around this new realization, another set of butt-cheeks nestled down on my face. It took several moments for me to actually register that it was a set of butt-cheeks. With all the sensations I was feeling, true analysis wasn't possible. Just that something warm, moist, and smooth, something definitely female pushed down on my face. I felt them push apart as they settled. They were too large and firm to be the tantalizing folds of labia, and as a rosy bud pressed against my nose - quit different than a clitoris -- all doubt was gone. I was on autopilot now. It was all sensory reaction. Stimulus and reaction. I stuck out my tongue without a though and rimmed that rosy anus. I licked and prodded with my tongue, poked it into the rose a deep as I could. At some point I concluded that it was Valeri on my face because I couldn't feel hair when my tongue would be briefly presented with a taste of pussy, before that rose bud was slid back to receive more service. At first I felt good that it was Valeri. I wanted to please her. But something wasn't right. It didn't taste or smell like Valeri. It didn't taste or smell like Siren of the Wind either. I couldn't think, couldn't complete a chain of thought with the repeated slamming by the women's ass riding my cock. I felt like I would come soon. I needed to come soon! Then the butt-cheeks withdrew from my face and were immediately replaced by smooth, very wet labia. The labia gyrated in slow circles, beckoning my tongue and lips. I could smell the fragrance of her, and I wondered if prolonged arousal could change Valeri's sweet sexy odor of womanhood. I was wondering this when the circular motion brought my tongue and upper lip first to the clitoris, then a little further up the abdomen where I contacted hair. Just a little, a narrow patch, right atop the convergence of her pussy lips. It wasn't Valeri. And it wasn't Siren of the Wind either; she had hair over all of her pussy. As I licked and sucked, my mind, already in heavy overload, and my cock being ridden hard, I grasped the incredible truth, there were THREE women using me! No sooner did that thought take me, than the mystery pussy on my face let go with a torrent of juice. She flooded me -- my face certainly, and my ears and neck, my nose and chin were copiously drenched in this magical vaginal nectar. As she shook with the spasms of orgasm, I drank her sweet juice like a man too long in the desert. All of which put me over the top. I shot my load into the wildly banging ass that rode my cock! I groaned as my cock pumped an amazing stream into the hot, sweet, unknown, ass. With each slam against my groin, another torrent was ejected, and another deep body-aching pleasure-groan rose through my chest into the pussy still draining on my face. The ass slamming went on and on with my body jerking underneath. I think I left the planet. The entire sphere of my being was sensory. No time and space, no logic or comprehension, no shred of tangible earthly known form existed. Only sensory input touched me, and auto-response, quite outside of thought-control. I lost all sense of self. Like a shipwrecked sailor too long on a raft in the ocean, I floated in a delirious sea of pleasure. When I finally came back to earth, to myself, I floated in on the lyrics of "Nights in White Satin". I mused about who had sung it, until it was replace by something from Stone Temple Pilots, something with a driving beat, but I couldn't place it. I thought to get up and try to read the CD case for the name of the song, but I couldn't get up. I tried, but I couldn't. I felt woozy. I was woozy. Then it came back to me, or at least enough of it did. I remembered I was tied up. My Valeri tied me up! But why? My penis was hard. I had a woody. That was funny. I was woozy. I had a woody. I had a woozy woody. Ha! I was stoned. And I had a woozy woody! So funny. Hey, I was stoned! My head was so light. My woody was so light. Ha ha! Why was I stoned? Why was I stoned and tied up? Valeri would know. I would ask Valeri. Bet that was a weedy brownie. Where did she get this music? Then I felt something touch my hand. It pressed into my hand. It was big, round, and soft and squishy-like. Like a breast. OH MY GOD, it was a breast! I had a handful of breast! And nipple too. Then my other hand had a handful of breast too. Not as big and not as squishy, but still nippled. "Val", I said, " Your boobs don't match," and then I laughed. A voice, Val's voice, came across the sea from very far away, "Those aren't my boobs, baby". "That's good," I said, still laughing, " 'cause that's one weird set of Tetons". I stopped laughing. It suddenly came over me that I had two different boobs in my hands and they weren't Valeri's. I fondled them. I palmed them; I thumbed the nipples, which were as different as the breasts. The smaller breast had a pointed nipple, while the larger one had a raised areola and a huge, very hard center part. Then they pulled away from me. Next my woody was grabbed. In a moment I felt legs straddling me, and warm, wet, softness enveloped my erection. My woody was in a pussy, I thought. Pussy woody, I mused. It felt so, so good. Then my left hand had it's own warm, wet, softness pushed down on it. I felt the folds of another pussy. I cupped it, then turned my hand and stroked the lips, until I pushed a finger, then two fingers into the vagina. It squirmed against my fingers. I had to be stoned and dreaming because the next thing to happen was to have another pussy against my right hand, and I inserted two fingers into that vagina. "What a dream this is" I spoke to no one. Fragments of the past few hours, or minutes, or days, I didn't know, came drifting back to me. My wife and two of her friends were fucking the hell out of me! One was on my cock and two were on my hands, and they were using me anyway they wanted. Wow, any way they wanted. It all seemed good to me and my woody! I laughed, then stopped. Then laughed some more. So, even though I didn't add it up right away. I wasn't surprised when another pussy descended on my face. Why should my face be deprived? It was getting plenty of pussy today. What's another pussy? What's a fourth pussy? It moved on my face with a gentle rocking action. All the pussies were moving in a gentle rocking action. Moving together. Moving in unison. A cornucopia of pussies, an orchestration, a choreography of cunts rocking and rolling to the peaceful pace of Billie Holiday's "Why Not Take All of Me"! They did. I would have smiled at this...if I could have. When the music changed, they all left me at the same time, and a moment later settled back again, all four. Each time the music changed, they changed. They were playing musical chairs on me - Musical Pussies on me! Ha ha! I could tell they were changing places because of the different tightness of each vagina on my cock, and different hair and wetness on my hands and face. In the third song I lost my load again, and on the fourth my face was drenched again. Then again on the fifth song. Even my hair was soaked to the skin with vag-nectar, vag-juice of love. Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody played through the headphones. It all took on a carnival quality. The calliope went round and round and the music changed with the zebra and the horse and the unicorn and the flying pig passing by going up and down. Soon my hands got tired. My tongue and lips were worn out. I couldn't do it anymore. Only my penis stood tall and strong. My Viagra cock. Ha, my Viagra cock-a-doodle-do-it again and again. It couldn't be put down. The ladies gave up on my face and hands, but not on that tower of rock cock. I don't know how many time I came, or how many pussies quivered and clutched my member in the throws of their orgasm. I had no control, and eventually no sense of it until it seemed like the calliope was slowing down, coasting to a stop. I was breathing hard. My whole body throbbed. But it was slowing down. I think I said Valeri's name -- "Val"? Then that cloth with the awful smell, that strange sterile smell, was pressed to my face. My darkness changed to a pale blue, and then I was out. When I woke up it was to a stinging pain like my skin was being ripped off my arm. I opened my eyes to blurred vision. Light colors moving, beige and deep red spots. Moving, swaying. When I achieved focus, I found I was looking at my wife's beautiful naked breasts hanging over me, her cherry nipples only inches from my mouth. I heard a cutting sound that was immediately followed by the skin being ripped off my other arm. "Aww god", I screamed. My arms had been duct taped to the weight bar. "Hi baby", came Valeri's happy voice. "So you're finally awake" I didn't know if I was still high or not, though my perception was that something surreal was happening. Or had just happened. Not really a dream-state, but I didn't have the clarity of being fully alert either. My mouth felt dry and I licked my lips. The taste of vagina juice brought reality, if that's what it was, crashing back down on me. I don't know exactly what I said. Something like, "Did all that really happened?" or maybe, "Did you do to me what I think you did?" I got a kiss on my lips, and her biggest smile. I tried to put my arms around her but it hurt to move them. Everything hurt. I glanced around. No one was in the room except Valeri. Nothing was out of place, except the weigh bench I was laying on was now in the family room, in front of the couch where the coffee table used to be. They must have moved it, with me on it, from the exercise room when Valeri first put my under. I looked down, and to my surprise, I still had a hard-on. It was leaning a little left, like it was contemplating a nap, but couldn't quite make it yet. I had no pubic hair any more. Valeri knelt down to release my feet and took my penis into her mouth for one quick, wet suck, then let go. It immediately sprang to attention like a soldier on the front lines. "Oh, good," she said as she cut the tape away from the leg of the weigh bench. "You cock still has some life. I wasn't really through with that yet". She turned her head and smiled her SEG at me. RIP! The tape tore at the skin of my ankle. First the left ankle, then the right. I was sure it tore half my ankle off, just muscle and tendon, and bloody insides left. It was amazing how painful it was. I let out another groan, and tried to pull myself up to a sitting position. Every muscle complained. The posts of the weigh bench bar cradle were in my armpits. I struggled to pull myself through them. I swung my body sideways and pulled on cradle bars to raise myself up. I needed to pee. I tried to stand up, forcing myself through the stiffness and pain, and almost fell. With much effort I walked to the bathroom hanging on to anything I could grab along the way. I realized it would a futile exercise to get this cock pointed down at the toilet. I made it to the bathroom and peed in the tub. God, the relief felt so good. Everything else ached, but the relaxed bladder was wonderful. Done with that I moved stiffly to the sink and washed my face and hands with warm, comforting water. It felt good to move and I began to loosen up. I walked some more, feeling the stiffness slowly subside, as I did a high step, trying to force circulation back into all my muscles. Still, I hung on to things, not trusting my balance yet. As I did I watched Valeri pulling tape off the weight bench and cleaning things up. Her body was so...beautiful. So perfect. So naked. The movement of the muscles in her legs, the rotation of her buttock, and the bounce of her breasts, were all in such perfect harmony, marvelously flowing sinew and bone, like liquid honey moving under her skin. I realized my hard-on became harder, rock hard again. She bent over to pick up several towels from the floor, and that sweet round ass, with those perfect, waxed-clean pussy lips, was an overwhelming sight. I nearly swooned. I told her not to move with a very forceful voice. She didn't, except to turn her head and look back at me looking at her. I just stared at the glorious, angelic vision before me. The perfect butt, heart shaped with full hemispheres tapering down to beautiful firm thighs. And right in the center, that soft pink perfect star. Below that, not a hair in sight, the fleshy swell of full labia, cleft deeply in the center. At the end of the cleft a bright pink button emerged. I swear I nearly had an orgasm just looking at her! She smiled at me. Not a shit-eating-grin this time, not that laughing SEG she had given me so many times, but a smile that held passion, that recognized I was loving her with my eyes. A smile that spoke of warmth and understanding. I was filled with wonder at the beauty of nature's greatest creation- this woman. At that moment my heart and body surged with equal parts of lust and love, anxiety and appreciation. I moved up behind her and dropped to my knees. I began to slide my fingertips over the round globes of her bottom. I was caressing this vessel of beauty. Moving my fingers, then hands around the shape of her. Not just exploring, but absorbing, feeling the perfection and knowing the joy of its touch. I touched the star that formed her anal bud and she moaned. My fingertips danced down to her folds and lightly kneaded her flesh while my tongue started drawing wet circles around her bud. My fingers found her clitoris and gently massaged, pressed and squeezed. Another finger found it's way into her vagina. She was wet to the touch and my finger spread her juice over her pussy lips and clit. The scent of lovemaking was heavy in the air. My tongue began more aggressive ministrations on her anus. She swooned, and wobbled a little. I stood up and began rubbing the tip of my cock up and down her rear. Holding it at the base, I guided it from her clitoris gently up to her beautiful bud. I pushed just a bit at her bud and saw her bud contract, then push out. I slid my penis down slowly to her labia, pushing them apart, wet-slippery apart, moving slowly until I contacted her clitoris again. It had grown; thrusting further from it hooded shelter. I pushed passed it, rubbing my shaft along it as much as I could, then, drawing back, began the process again. I did this several more times, luxuriating in every soft, wet, physical sensation. Valeri was moaning with each passage over her clit, and after a while, shivered in a mild orgasm. I move cautiously, not rushing her pleasure. I once again push my penis through her labia, but this time pausing over her vaginal entrance, moving the tip around those lovely full pussy lips. I caressed her opening that way trying to prolong her orgasm. Then I slowly pushed in until with one long continuous stroke until I was completely buried in her. Just as slowly I drew out again. I hand-guided my cock back to her clit, and back to her anus again. I returned to her tunnel and pushed easily in, still very slowly to full penetration. Valeri whimpered and I moaned. I thrust in and out several times and withdrew. I rubbed my cock against her clit again. Then back to her sweet bud. "Was that you who stuck my cock up their ass toward the end there?" I asked as I moved my cock around her perfect star. She didn't answer, but her little bud pulsed in and out. It push out hard when my penis pushed against it, and she moaned deeply. I pushed against her little hole several times, each time she echoed with a moan. She was very slick and wet from our combined juices. I press once more, but this time I continued pressing. Her bud pushed out and in an instant I entered her. Valeri moaned so loud, with such a deep growl, that I thought I had hurt her, and I quickly pulled out. "What are you doing?" she yelled immediately. "Stop teasing me!" "I thought I hurt you!" I exclaimed. "You make a..." She cut me off, "Don't talk. Just do it." It was an order. It was a command. Who was I to argue? I lined my cock up again with that pulsing, eager bud and pressed against it once again. There was almost no resistance. I slipped the knob of my cock past the firm muscle of her anus and she moaned with that same guttural deep voice. Her sphincter clamped down on my penis and made me moan right along with her. I pushed slowly in. It was sensational. I never felt anything so tight and so hot! I pushed gradually in until my groin pressed against the cheeks of Valeri's butt. I held us together there, lost for the moment in the pure physical feeling, in the knowledge that I was buried in Valeri's beautiful ass. This had been a day of unbelievable happenings, unimagined feelings and sensations. This moment, perhaps because it was just the two of us, perhaps because of its overwhelming intimacy, was the most wonderful and moving of them all. My revere was apparently shared. Valeri said in a horse voice, almost a whisper, "It feel like you're cock is so deep in me that...I can't describe it, I can't believe it." I began pulling out and she began to alternately tighten and relax her muscles. I couldn't believe it either. When I was almost all the way out, when the head of my penis was half exposed, I reversed and push back in again. Both of us started a regular routine of moaning. It grew louder as I increased my rhythm. Valeri couldn't hold herself up any longer with me pushing against her. We duck-walked a few steps and she grabbed the weigh bench for support. Our pace continued to increase until I was slamming into her, our bodies making a slapping noise in chorus with my grunts and Valeri's groans. I exploded moments before she did. I lost all coordination and thrust into her wildly. She bucked, and pushed back, until neither of us had anything left. Valeri collapsed to her knees and her breasts dropped to the weigh bench, yanking my penis out as she dropped. I dropped to my knees and fell with my head against her sweating ass. My cheek was pressed against her cheek. Her bud, just inches in front of my eyes, was still open wide, pink and red descending into darkness down that tunnel where I had just unloaded. I watched as her well used bud pulsed and slowly closed. I could do nothing but marvel at all that had taken place as I tried to catch my breath. Valeri spoke first. "I could feel your sperm shoot into me, I didn't know it could be like that," she said, her breathing still somewhat labored. "It was amazing. And, to answer your question -- no, that was not me, not my ass you fucked earlier. I don't think I will tell you much about this day, but I just want you to know, what we just did was the first and only time I have done this. But I don't think it will be the last". I looked at her. There was that familiar, lovable, SEG again. "So why won't you tell me about today? You tricked me, KNOCKED ME OUT, shaved my crotch bald, used and abused me. You owe me! So out with it, give me all the sordid details, women!" "No chance, Man!" she replied in kind. You were well rewarded for your... services. So just forget it. You get no information!" She was laughing at my plight. I sat up, but not before licking her rosy bud one last time. She shuddered. I badgered her to give me details, names, and describe what took place, but she refused, laughing with delight as I continued to pester her. I had a pretty good idea of what went on, being that I participated completely, but I was really curious, and especially about who the other women were, and how many there were. My best guess was five. But Valeri would say nothing. I just didn't know. I Didn't Know... We finally got up and hit the shower, washing each other happily, but both to worn out to pursue more love-making just yet. We got dressed and drove to our favorite bar for dinner and a drink. I kept bring up questions of the days events, and she kept laughing and deflecting my queries. In the days that followed, I knew just how the guy in the Penthouse story had felt. It was going to drive me crazy not knowing who the women were. They had to be friends, at least Valeri's friends, because she wouldn't trust just anyone. So each time I was with our friends, or her friends, I would wonder, "Did we fuck each other?" Every time I would be with one of my buddies who knew Valeri and me, I would wonder, "Did I eat his wife's pussy?" I didn't know. ***Epilog*** We attended a party at one of Valeri's friends house. Her name was Ann. She had just completed a long, drawn out divorce and the party was a celebration that it was finally over. I knew her ex from our local baseball league. She was better off with him gone. There were about thirty people at the party; most of them couples, but not all. Ann was flirting with all the men. Nothing serious, just fun stuff. All the men, that is, except me. She used to flirt with me, and that made me wonder why not tonight? It got me thinking. I had caught her looking at me, on more than one occasion, with an odd, almost wistful, look on her face. If I return her gaze, she would turn away and busied herself, or speak some one near her. I saw her across the room ducking into the kitchen with an armful of dirty dishes. On a hunch, I followed after her into the kitchen. She was alone at the sink with her hands in the dishwater. "It's a nice party, Ann," I said as I came in. She was startled, looked over her shoulder at me, and then quickly looked back to her dishes. I was pretty sure she was one the women at Valeri's sex party, but I really wanted to be certain. I moved close to her and said, "Tell me, do you think it is as nice as the weight bench party that Valeri threw last month?" Her body went ridged; the bowl she was washing slipped from her fingers and splashed back into the dishwater. She slowly turned to me with the look of a deer in-the-headlights and squeaked out, "What party?" She was a terrible liar. Her face was flushing deep red. "I smiled and leaned in, so my lips were right at the side of her cheek. I felt devilish and savored it. I whispered, directing my warm breath to her ear, "If you're the one with the shaved pussy except for that cute little pussy mustache, you tasted fantastic!" She shuddered, and then drew a quick breath. I had my answer. I couldn't help smiling. Normally I am not this bold, but I slid my hand down her butt, inside the waistband of her skirt. I encountered no panties. I squeezed both globes a couple of times. Ann mewed several faint little moans. I let go and left the kitchen. I joined in singing with Rod Stewart on the radio, "...spread your wings and let me come inside..." A few minutes later I saw Ann corner Valeri, and they had a brief conversation. At one point Valeri looked over at me and smiled that same ol' SEG. I haven't found out who the other women are yet, but my curiosity keeps me thinking and guessing. Valeri did let it slip, perhaps intentionally, that several "people" have said how much fun it was, and asked when can they do it again. I didn't know... but the game is on. I Didn't Know... Hi folks. This one is a bit different, but then maybe again it isn't. The reason why I think it's different is because I didn't make this one up. I also didn't read about this one on the net. This is a mostly true story. AlleyKat and I went to our first car show of the year, recently and an acquaintance of mine sat down and told me the whole story while people passed by and looked at our cars. He and his wife and daughter told me I could write the story. I did take a literary license and compress the evnts so they happened over a shorter time frame and I also took out a lot of drama involving his first wife coming back to haunt him, but it's absolutely true except for that. I should probably tell you though that his daughter's 04 GT now has similar rims and painted calipers to match her dad's 09 GT's. Thanks to Mikothebaby for her editing wizardry as usual and to AlleyKat for not insisting on new rims and calipers for her car after hearing this. * * * * * * "Mom, please slow down," I told her over the phone. With the way that she was crying and whining, I couldn't make out a word she was saying. "Mom, just put Don on the phone, let him explain it to me." "He isn't here," she blubbered. "I don't know where he is. He should at least have told me if he was going out after work." "Mom, I'll be right over," I said. "Don't do anything stupid until I get there." I drove right over to the house I'd grown up in and had only been out of for the past year or so. Traffic was light and pulling into the driveway, I noticed two things right away. One was that this place, even more than my apartment, felt like home. The second was that my mom, in full freak out mode, was actually correct. Don wasn't home. Before dealing with my mom I gave him a call. He answered right away. That told me something. Don should have been Mom's first call. If he wasn't answering her calls, that told me that there was something going on between them. "Hey, D," I said cheerfully. My cheer wasn't an affectation. I loved talking to that man. The only thing fake about the call was what I called him. I didn't call him D for Donald. It was my own little secret. I called him D for what I wanted him to be. I called him D for the way I'd thought about him for most of my twenty two years. I called him D for what all of my friends thought he was. "Hi Honey," he said. "Are you okay?" "I'm fine," I said. "I'm like you. I'm always calm. It's mom who's freaking out. Maybe you should drop what you're doing and come home to calm her down." "I can't do that Honey," he said. It left me in shock. Don had never failed to drop anything for either me or my mom, ever." "I think that maybe her friend from last night at the restaurant is the person you should probably call. Can I call you back later, or just see you tomorrow at work?" "Yep, I'll be home as soon as I'm done calming mom down. I'll call you when I get in. We need to talk more about next week anyway. There's something that I need to tell you," I said. "Uhm..." he paused and it scared the living shit out of me. I thought for just a second that maybe Don had figured out the game I'd been playing with him for all of these years. "Okay, call me when you get in. But call my cell phone, okay?" he said. "Of course," I said smiling. "We have to keep this between us for at least another week. We don't want Mom to know." "Uh, yeah," he said. His entire tone bothered me. And there was something else. There was something about his tone that scared me. It was as if Don was upset. I'd never known that to happen before. The man was unflappable. Even when we'd had a fire in the middle of the night, he'd been eerily calm. While mom and I were running around like chickens with our heads cut off, he'd been as calm and organized as if it happened every day. He'd assessed the situation and gotten us both out of the house and made several trips back in carrying all of their financial documents and most of my important belongings while dragging the garden hose into the house and almost putting the fire out himself before the fire department got there. We lived in a hotel for three weeks while the house was fixed. I got a whole new wardrobe, but it wasn't that big a deal. Don had saved my laptop, and my favorite outfit and even my favorite games and teddy bear. He'd also rescued my mom's most cherished items. Unfortunately, there hadn't been time to save any of his own belongings. When I cried after thinking about it, he'd laughed and told me that my mom and I were his favorite things in the house. I vowed to be just like him. My mom on the other hand...If you look up Drama Queen in the dictionary, they have her picture next to the definition. I was sure that whatever she was going off about was probably not very serious. I walked into the house and saw that it was a mess. My mom was laid out on the sofa like a dying swan. There were boxes of tissues all around her and she was sobbing uncontrollably. "What's wrong Mom?" I asked. "At work today, I found out that all of my years of faithful service to that damned company mean nothing," she whimpered. I groaned as I realized that this was just another one of her teacup tempests and I'd been sucked in. "Okay Mom, start from the beginning," I said. I had no idea how my life was about to be uprooted. "About three weeks ago," she tearfully began. "The company hired a trio of new account execs. They're all young and just out of college. They're selling a lot of products and breathing new life into the company. The old man loves them. No one else does though, they're driven and arrogant." She blew her nose loudly and then continued. "Anyway, for the past week or so, one of them has been treating me really nicely. He's been complimenting me and telling me how beautiful and sexy I am and..." She stopped and had to look at me because I was rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. "What's so God damned funny?" she asked. "Mom you're a forty two year old woman," I laughed. "I'm the same age as Jennifer Aniston," she said. "Yeah but Jennifer Aniston looks like she's thirty. You look like you're forty two on a good day," I said. "Don always tells me that I'm beautiful too," she quipped. That was her last word on defense. She knew that if she said the magical word, "Don", I'd have to accept her logic, no matter how flawed it was. "Yeah, but there's a reason for that," I said. "What?" she asked. "You'll find out someday," I said, smiling. I loved having a secret from her. "Anyway, so Ted asked me to go out with him," she said. Suddenly alarm bells started going off in my head. The cheesy smile on my face evaporated. "You didn't?" I asked. "Of course I did," she said sadly. "I hadn't been out on a date in fourteen years. A young handsome man asked me to, so what was I supposed to do...?" "Mom, please tell me he didn't take you to a restaurant," I begged. "Yes he did," she said. "I had him take me to that little Italian place that Don always takes me to and..." She looked down at me on the floor, shaking my head as my dream evaporated before my eyes. "Oh, you don't know the bad part yet," she said, oblivious to the source of my pain. "When I got to work this morning, he acted like nothing had happened between us. Then I noticed everyone in the office laughing." "They all thought it was funny that a nearly fifty year old woman went out with a man who's the same age as her twenty two year old daughter?" I asked. "No," she said, quietly. "They kept walking past his desk and laughing and then I noticed why. He had my panties hanging from the lamp on his desk. I did the dumbest thing I possibly could have done too. No one knew whose panties they were. But I was so embarrassed that I went and took them. Then, one of the other new guys came over to him and handed him some money. It was all for a bet. They'd bet each other two dollars over which one of them could score with one of the secretaries faster." I was in shock, but she just kept talking. I really wanted her to shut up but she kept talking. "I went to see my boss and explained it to him. I wanted to charge Ted with sexual harassment. He brought one of the women from HR down and we went over the whole situation. Ted had asked me to go out and I'd accepted. He'd asked me back to his place and I'd gone. He hadn't forced me to have sex with him. I guess I'd done it willingly. I wasn't drunk or drugged and he'd never used his position at work to influence me. In fact, he wasn't my superior or in a position of any authority over me. So I had no case." She started sobbing again. "He hadn't even told anyone whose panties they were. I was upset about it all day and when I got home, Don wasn't here. I couldn't have told him about it anyway, though." "Why not?" I asked. "Well, I told Don that I was going out with the girls," she said. "So he decided to go to the movies. I told him not to go and see Iron Man 3 because we were going to see that together," she said. "But anyway, when I got home Don wasn't here and I just broke down and..." "You, stupid BITCH!" I screamed as I realized what had happened. "Terri, don't take that tone with me. I'm your mother," she snapped. "And I've been through a terrible ordeal. I've been humiliated and abused and the sex was awful. And I get home, expecting to find someone to baby me and..." I couldn't help it, I glared at her. "Shut up Mother, just shut the fuck up," I snapped. But she wouldn't. She just kept talking and crying, so finally I slapped her, just to shock her into shutting up. She stood there holding her face and looking at me strangely. "You have no idea how stupid you've been Mother," I snapped at her. "You're standing there talking about being humiliated and hurt and you really have no fucking clue of what you've done." "You're taking that tone again, young lady," she said. "Mom, you've destroyed our family," I hissed. I couldn't help it, I was starting to cry. I turned away from her then and pulled out my phone. I redialed his number. As soon as he answered the phone, I just started talking. "We have to have our talk in person," I said. "I want you to come to my place. Go there now. I'll be alone, I swear it. We need to talk, now." He agreed and I turned back to look angrily at my mother. "You're obviously not going to be any help in this," she said. She picked up the phone and dialed a number. "I wonder why Don hasn't called to tell me he's going to be late?" she asked stupidly. "Probably because he isn't coming home," I snapped. "What are you talking about Theresa," she asked. "Mom, Don saw you last night at the restaurant with your guy," I said. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh!" she said. "Well that complicates things a bit. So he knows I kind of fibbed or let him believe that I was going out with the girls. It'll take more than one lie to get him really angry with me though. But it's not like there's anything going on between Don and I." "Is it too late for me to sign up for another mother?" I asked no one in particular. "Seriously, Don and I..." she began. "Just shut the fuck up mother," I hissed. "Terri what..." she began. "Mom, you're probably going to end up divorced over this," I said, shaking my head. "Terri, don't be stupid," she laughed. "Don and I can't get divorced. We're not married." "Mom you're the one who's stupid," I said. "I grew up in this house. Since I was seven years old, Don has been my Dad and all of my friends..." "Donald is not your father," she laughed. "I didn't say he was my father," I said. "I said he was my dad. My FATHER used to beat the shit out of YOU in front of me. My FATHER barely knew my fucking name when we left, and I was seven years old. My FATHER threw us out in the cold in the middle of winter without even coats to keep us warm. " "I didn't think that you remembered any of that?" she said. "Oh yeah, I forgot all about a man who was in and out of jail for the whole time I knew him. Four years ago, when I turned eighteen he got out of jail and then got killed trying to rob someone. You and Don talked about it and decided not to tell me. You could have though because I didn't care. I didn't tell you about the other things either. I didn't tell you that I knew that Donald used to stay awake holding you when you woke up in the middle of the night screaming about my FATHER ass raping you or forcing you to fuck his friends either." She looked at me in shock. "I was lucky Mom," I said. "All of the shitty memories were pushed out of my psyche by better ones. I have memories of vacations at Disney world. I have memories of spectacular birthday parties and swing sets in the yard. I have memories of my Dad showing up at every school event, smiling and bursting with pride even when I was awful." "My fourth grade play when I forgot my one line and froze...He whispered it just loud enough to get me back on track. When I was terrible at things, my Dad encouraged me and made me feel better. When I was good, he praised me. He was always so proud of every little thing I did. Maybe my FATHER never gave a damn about me, but my DAD got into fistfights over bad calls at my softball games." "I guess I never realized that you felt that way," she said. She had tears running down her cheeks. "I guess that perhaps he is a father figure for you. But Don and I don't have that kind of relationship. We're just housemates. I'm a strong, independent, modern woman. After your father...I've never wanted a permanent relationship again and..." I just started laughing. "Mom, we were homeless, with no money in the middle of winter when he found us and took us in. He got you your fucking job. Do you pay any rent here?" "Uhm, no but..." she began. "Mom, where do you sleep?" I asked. "Well, we have an arrangement...We're both healthy adults and we need sex, but there are no emotional attachments and..." "Bullshit," I snapped. "There are three bedrooms in this house. You moved into his room after only six months. You could have moved back into the guest room whenever you wanted to. Whenever you're ready to go to sleep, you drag him in there with you. And as far as the sex thing goes, you like whatever he does to you. The average married couple has sex once or twice a week. You two were a lot more active." "We still are," she quipped. "In fact, that's probably what I need to wipe out the bad memories of sex with Ted. He treated me like a whore and..." She stopped when she saw me shaking my head. "You still don't get it Mom," I said. "It's over. You've destroyed our family." "What family?" she asked. "Me, my daughter and our housemate. That's not a family." "Mom, God damn it you're stupid. Wake the fuck up," I yelled. "In our state they have this thing called common law marriages. You and Don have cohabitated for a lot longer than the seven years necessary to establish one. And if you'd get your head out of your ass, you'd realized something else. All of your friends call Don your man, don't they?" "That's only because they're all married and..." she began. "Have you ever once corrected them when they do it?" I asked. She shook her head. "That new woman from your job," I said. "The woman who was hitting on Don, then she tried to kiss him under the Mistletoe at the Christmas party last year. Why was it that you tried to start a fight with her again?" "Okay, maybe I do have feelings for Donald but only because..." "Mom, do you want to see things with Don end? I mean how long do you see the two of you staying together? You have a job and you don't need to take care of me anymore. Why are you still here? Why haven't you moved out on your own? I mean you're a strong, independent, modern woman right? You don't need a man to take care of you, right?" She just looked at me. "Mom, who washes your back when you shower? Who rubs your feet after a hard day at work?" I asked. "Mom is it Ted that had you screaming, "fuck me," in the middle of the night when you thought I was asleep?" "Mom, I know this will come as a blow to you, but you've been in love with Donald for more than fourteen years. You haven't tried to find someone to marry before this because you've already been married for since before you got the court to grant you a divorce from my deadbeat, jailbird FATHER." She nodded her head as if she could finally see it. "What you also don't know Mother is that Don loves you too. I think he always has. And that's why this is so bad. He's wanted to tell you for the longest but he was afraid to because you're always going off about how strong and independent you are. I think you've listened to your feminist friends a bit too much Mother. It's really easy to be strong and independent when you've got a good man behind you. I wish I had a way to show you how badly you've fucked things up..." I went upstairs, dragging her with me. "Terri slow down," she said. I went through all of Don's drawers until I found it. Then I handed it to her. Her eyes got huge as they focused on the small box and more tears ran down her cheeks. "Is this?" she asked. I nodded. "Next week is the anniversary of our family," I said. Fourteen years ago, Monday, Don found us. He wanted to ask you to marry him for real. He wanted to make us a real legal family. For some reason, that mattered to him. I think he wanted to be able to tell YOU how he feels about you, instead of just telling me how he feels about you." She got the biggest dumbest smile on her face then. I took the ring back before she could even open the box. "So I'll just talk to him," she said. "Me lying about a dinner date isn't a reason for us to break up." "Mom, he saw you in a restaurant that the two of you go to together. You lied about going out with friends and you stayed out all night with a man. Put yourself in his shoes. The woman you love had sex with another man. You cheated on him. After fourteen fucking years, you cheated on him. You destroyed our family. Do you even know why Don was single when you met?" She looked at me with a blank face. "He'd just gotten over a divorce," I said. "And it was really fucking nasty. Don had been in the army. He'd been overseas in desert storm. He had to stay over there after the war to help clean up and police the area so he was gone for almost a year. When he got home, his parents were helping his wife with his son. They talked about how much the baby looked like him. His wife had fooled them into thinking that she'd visited him a couple of times and gotten pregnant. I had to laugh when he told me about the conversation he had with his dad, before he divorced his wife. "His dad told him that he was blessed to have a strong healthy son. He just wished that Don could have been there for the birth. Don told him he wished even more that he'd been there for the conception. The divorce was nasty. Don's wife tried everything she could to keep him. She swore the baby was his all the way until the DNA results came back. Even then she swore that it would never happen again. The judge took a dim view of women who defrauded service men. He let Don have the divorce without any alimony or child support. His wife begged Don for another chance but she'd just hurt him too bad. According to Don, the guy who actually was the baby's father just disappeared. Don pretty much stayed away from women after that until you came along. And now with what you did..." If I thought my mother had been crying when I first got there, it was nothing to compare to how she reacted when she realized what she'd done. After leaving my mom still crying on the sofa and calling Don over and over, I drove back to my apartment. I pulled into my parking spot and saw Don's Mustang GT in one of the visitor's spots. I was shocked. Don had swapped out his rims and brake calipers. His red GT now had black rims with red details on them and his brake calipers were the same shade of red as the car's body panels. I was pissed immediately. If Don was putting money into the car, it meant that he was probably going to keep it for another year. I Didn't Know... Don and I had a deal. I got his hand-me downs and I really wanted that car. Right now, I was driving Don's old 2004 Mustang GT. I loved my car but I wanted his more. Our cars were the same color. I imagined how black rims and red calipers would look on my car. I smiled at the doorman who came over and told me that my dad was in my apartment. I took the elevator up and opened the door as quietly as I could. Don was sitting on my sofa watching TV. "We have to get you a bigger TV," he smirked. "Uh, my 32 inch plasma is fine," I said. ""Honey, the average TV set is 42 inches now," he said. "Average, means that there are some bigger and some smaller," I told him. "Mine is one of the ones that are smaller. I love my TV now just as much as I did when you bought it for me. Can we stop avoiding the issue and talk about you and mom?" He smiled and looked away but I could still see the pain in his eyes. His iPhone chirped and he looked at the screen and then silenced it. "She's not going to stop calling you," I said. He put the phone on the sofa near him. Even as he put it down the phone started to vibrate. He looked away from it as if that would stop it from demanding his attention. "So I guess the wedding's off huh?" I said. "I guess she never knew it was on," he said. "I never had the chance to even ask her. But in retrospect, maybe it's good that this happened. As much as this hurts, it would have been worse if it had happened after we got married, or even after we got engaged." "Don, there's no such thing," I said. "In the eyes of the law, you two are married. If she went to a lawyer, that's exactly the way he'd pursue it. Remember the Lee Marvin case, from back when I was a kid? They even had to come up with a new term for the money he paid his long time live in lover. Remember they called it "Palimony?" He nodded his head. "That's the way it works for famous millionaire movie stars. I don't think it's as cut and dry for regular people. We've never gotten married. We've never even mentioned it. We don't have any kids together..." He looked over at me. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded, Terri," he said. "I know what you mean," I said sadly. "No, you don't," he snapped. He turned and looked directly at me. "Terri, I couldn't possibly love you anymore if you were my own biological child. And this won't change anything between you and I. Our relationship will stay exactly the same. Things will just be different between your mother and me and..." "But why Don?" I whined. "My mother...she doesn't have a malicious bone in her body. She's not a rocket scientist, Don, but she loves you..." "Then why did she...?" he'd changed between sentences. His eyes were narrower and his voice was harsher. "She was tricked, Dad," It's partially her own fault but come on...She's getting older and she's starting to wonder if she's still attractive and she ran into a guy who was a real piece of shit. Do you even know what he did to her at work this morning?" "Bent her over his desk and..." he began. "No, silly, she said the sex was awful, he hung her panties over his..." I started. "What did you call me?" he asked. "Sorry, it just slipped out," I said looking down. I was too embarrassed to meet his eyes at first and then I felt a burst of courage moving up my spine. "But you heard what I said," I spat looking straight into his eyes. "I'm sorry, Dad, but that's the way I've always felt about you. And you probably shouldn't be upset with mom because I lied to you too. I've been lying to you for a long time...I" "You're not a virgin?" he asked shocked. "You lied to me?" "Every girl lies to her father about that," I smiled. "But that's not it. We'll talk about that some time waaaaaaaaaayyyyyy later. For now, let's just handle one lie at a time. Growing up all of my friends thought you were my dad." "I know," he said smiling. "No, you don't," I said. "They thought that because I told them you were. I told them that I didn't call you dad because you were one of those guys on a youth kick. You let me call you Don because hearing the word Dad made you feel old. There were a couple of moms and dads who really WERE like that so it didn't seem to be very weird. And I guess in my eyes, you did the job, so you might as well have the title. But now everything is just fucked up..." Tears filled my eyes and just like when I was a little girl, I threw myself in his lap and hugged him. "Terri, don't worry about it," he said. "I'm honored and to tell you the truth, I've always felt that way about you too. In my heart, you've always been my daughter. Maybe it took something like this to bring it out. So maybe some good came with the pain." "But we're supposed to be a family," I said. "We are Honey," he said. "But maybe like a lot of your friends' families, we're going through a divorce. But ours is just going to be easier. You're the only kid. So we don't have to worry about who gets custody of you because you're already out of the house. Once I find a place to live, you can come and visit me or I can come and..." "What are you talking about?" I asked. "You already owned the house when we moved in with you." "I'm not sure I could live there," he said. "There are just too many memories and ..." "Dad, are you serious?" I asked. "You can't just give her your house." "We all lived there," he said sadly. "It was OUR house." He stopped and smiled at me. "Maybe I should give the house to you," he smiled. "It makes the most sense. In a few years, you'll get married and have kids hopefully. A growing family will need a house, not some tiny apartment. You could even keep your mom with you until your second child was born unless you had two of the same gender." "Dad, she won't survive without you," I said. "Over the years, you've just spoiled her to the point that she just doesn't know how to take care of herself. Sure she can cook and shop and do some of the cleaning too, but without you, she's not going to be able to handle it. I'm not even sure she's going to be able to sleep tonight without you there." He just shrugged his shoulders. I guess that he was just being human but it seemed as though the thought of my mom not sleeping made him feel better. Maybe it was a normal reaction to think that the person who caused him pain was feeling his loss herself. Perhaps it was some kind of validation that he mattered. "Dad, I have an idea," I said. "Why don't you stay in my guest room until we either work this out or you find a place to stay, okay?" Dad agreed and we sat in front of my TV and watched our usual shows. We tried not to talk about what was going on, but it was there in the room with us. Later on, Dad went to sleep in my guest room and I called Mom to see how she was doing. She answered the phone on the first ring. "Terri, have you heard from him?" she asked. She was distraught. "Yes Mom," I said. "He's really hurting, but other than that he's okay." I didn't want to lie to her but I wasn't going to tell her that he was here. "Mom, we'll get through this but you have to realize that most of, if not all of this, is your fault," I said. I could hear the pain in her voice as she answered me. "Terri, you're right," she sobbed. "I was so stupid. I didn't know I was married. When I get together with the girls, we all talk about how strong and independent we are as women. And the first con man that came along, just used a little bit of flattery to separate me from my panties. I feel stupid about that, but I feel worse because he separated me from Don too. I think I wanted to have my cake and eat it too. I wanted to be able to go out and have every one seeing me with a young attractive man on my arm. I guess I thought they'd see me as beautiful and mysterious. But now I know that Ted was just a fucking toupee or a sports car." "Mom, it's way too late in the evening for you to use those insane metaphors and expect me to figure them out," I yawned. "You know, when a man gets older and starts to lose his hair, he gets a toupee and he thinks it makes him young a virile again. But in reality, everyone is just laughing at him. Or the guys who buy a Porsche and think that having it will make them young again. I guess I thought that I could have Ted for the excitement and then come home to Don for love and affection." "Yep, that sounds about right," I said. "The worst thing about all of it," she said. "Is that now that Don is gone, I realize exactly how much I loved him and exactly how much he loved me. There are a thousand stupid little things that make love. It's not just, Oh God I want to spend the rest of my life with him, like we're two teenagers. I've been through that shit. It burns out. And in a lot of cases, it leaves you feeling like you've been through a hurricane when it's over." "Terri, when I first met your biological father...the attraction was so strong you could touch it. I felt this incredible pulling towards him that always ended in sex. But after a few weeks, it just burned out. A few weeks later, I was pregnant. Our parents forced us to get married and move in together. That was when we discovered that except for sex, we had nothing in common. We really didn't even know each other. But Terri, by the time that you were born, we'd been together long enough to actually know each other and discover that we didn't like each other." "To me, your father was just an asshole. I started out this impressionable young girl. I couldn't imagine that the man whose child I'd borne would beat me. By the time we left there, I hated him. I couldn't see any reason why I'd ever fallen for him. I realized then that it had only been youth, stupidity and hormones." "Your father saw it completely differently, of course. He hated me much sooner than I hated him. He saw me as an anchor around his neck. If it hadn't been for me and later on you, he could have gone away to college to play football. He could have hung out with all of his friends and did all of the things they did. He couldn't just throw some beer in the back of his friend's truck and go off camping for a couple of weeks, because he had us to think about. The longer we were together the worse it got." "By the time that he threw us out, I was firmly convinced that I NEVER wanted another man in my life ever. Then Don came along. I wondered at first why the hell he'd want to saddle himself with a beaten down woman and a child. I figured that beggars couldn't be choosy, so I was willing to put up with him to put a roof over our heads as long as things didn't get too wild." "I'm a grown up, Honey. I expected to have to put out a little. But even then, I figured it would probably be less humiliating than the things your father was making me do. But it never happened. And for the first few months, I made sure that you and Donald were never left alone together. I know it seems silly to you, but I had to watch out for you. He might have been some kind of pervert." "I think I started to appreciate Donald when I noticed the way you followed him around, trying to help out with chores around the house. And he took time to show you and explain to you what he was doing. He amazed me even more by reading stories to you at night. He even got me a job." She smiled remembering that. "Terri, do you know that was the first time that anyone other than my parents ever took me shopping," she smiled. "He bought me some clothes that I could wear to work. I tried on a lot of things that day. I often asked him for his opinion on them. I think that was the first time that I actually noticed the way he reacted to me. He really liked it when I tried on tighter skirts, but he actually told me what I could and couldn't wear in the office." "It was a short time after that, when he started going out at night occasionally. You probably don't remember this but Don and I had a big argument," she said. I didn't remember it at all. "Oh yeah, Honey," She said. "Don was going out to bars and picking up women. I never would have found out about it except that one of the women he spent an evening with worked with me. She mentioned it the day after she noticed him when he picked me up after work." "So we argued about it. The stupid thing is that the woman really wanted Don. She didn't know exactly what our relationship was. I didn't tell her that we weren't married and Don was within his rights to go out and pick up women. I just got angry." "And Don, he hinted around but I had to beat him over the head to get him to admit that it had been our shopping trip that got him back in the mood for regular sex. So he came up with a solution," she said. Even over the phone, I could hear the joy in her voice. "He thought that the two of you should start having sex, right?" I asked. "No, he thought the two of us should make a schedule of which days we could date. It was a really stupid and complicated arrangement. Like, he got Monday, Wednesday and Friday as date nights. I got Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Whoever was the stay at home person would watch you. By that time I trusted him enough to watch you without me being there, so I guess it would have worked, but I had a better plan. I told him that we should just have sex with each other." "I think he almost had a heart attack," she said. "But we agreed to it. We set down all kinds of rules for how we'd do it and when. It was odd for both of us. I just looked at convenience. I was still in my I hate men phase. But I didn't want Don sleeping with any other women. For some reason, Don just didn't register as a man to me." "In the back of my mind, there was also the survival thing. I mean we had a very good set-up. I figured that if Don was dating, sooner or later he'd meet a woman that he wanted to be in a relationship with and you and I would have to move out." "The whole sex thing was ridiculous. In the days that led up to the first time we did it, things got crazy between us. On one hand, I really wasn't excited about it. Don isn't the bad boy type like your father was. We didn't have that hormonal attraction thing going on. The sex was going to be just something I let him do to pay him back for the things he'd done for us, but also to make sure that he didn't find someone else." "Don, on the other hand, was really nervous. He was almost too polite. And I later learned that there were two reasons for it. The first reason was because Don didn't want to do anything to make me change my mind about us having sex. And the second reason was because Don thought I was attractive. In all of the time that we'd been living together, he'd never told me. He hadn't gone around sneaking glimpses of me after showers or trying to look up my skirt. He hadn't tried to grab my ass or any of that shit. He was too nice for that. But it had been seeing me bending over in those skirts that had made him ready to forget his ex and move on." "I still remember sneaking to his room that first time, while you were asleep," she laughed. "I figured I'd sneak in, let him have me and then sneak back out. I figured it would take twenty minutes or so. I was there for over two hours. It was the best sex I'd ever had." She laughed at my sharp intake of air. "Terri, Honey, we all like different things," she said. "Don isn't a super stud. He doesn't have a foot long dick and he didn't pound me like drum. We didn't do fifty different positions and he didn't stay hard for an hour at a time. What he did was made me feel loved. He was so gentle and considerate. He tried his best to make sure that I enjoyed it too." "Have you ever heard that expression, "Drive it like you stole it?" That's the way your father was with me. Donald treated me more like a treasured collector's car. I think you remember that our house is a three bedroom house. Originally, all three of us had our own rooms. As you got a little older, we decided that we needed an office to keep the computer in and where you could do your homework. Honey, that was a lie...I mean we really did need a home office, but the real truth of the matter was that I'd gotten so comfortable sleeping with Don that I wanted to do it every night." "It wasn't just the sex, Terri, it was everything. Like I told you, I occasionally had night mares when we first moved in. Don would hold my hand and rub my back until I went back to sleep. But that was nothing compared to sleeping the whole night in the arms of a man who really cares about you. I had never experienced that with your father. Your father, that asshole, used to just fuck me and roll over and go to sleep. He didn't cuddle me or even touch me afterwards. With Don, I just felt protected and...loved. God Terri, I'm such a fool." "Mom, we're going to fix this," I said. "Go to sleep and we'll talk tomorrow." As we hung up the phone, I wondered if there was a way to fix this. As I passed my guest room on my way to bed, I could hear Don tossing and turning. I felt sorry for him. I'm a pretty heavy sleeper. Thing go in and out of my conscious and subconscious mind while I'm asleep. My brain must be on some kind of delay because there are times when I'm aware of things while I sleep, but I don't really process their meaning until later. During the next couple of hours, I recall Don getting up to go to the bathroom or get a drink. But I also recall my front door opening and closing. I got up myself after I realized it. I thought that Don had simply gotten up in the middle of the night and left. I wondered whether or not he could sleep. I decided to get up and check on him. I peeked into the room and what I saw shocked the shit out of me. Don hadn't left at all. I ran back to my room and grabbed my phone. I took a bunch of still pictures and a short video, then closed the door and went back to bed. When I woke up the next morning to get ready for work, my mother was sitting at my kitchen table. "Do you want me to make you some coffee?" she asked. "Nope," I said smiling. "Why the hell are you so down?" I asked. "I miss Don so much," she said. "I couldn't get to sleep last night. I was just out on my feet but I couldn't get to sleep. I came over here. I figured, I'd visit you for a while instead of trying to sleep in that big empty bed. I slept in your spare room. That mattress is incredible. I slept like a rock. But when I woke up, my problems were still there." "Mom, do you even know what happened?" I asked her. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Mom, I think I know why you slept so well," I said. I pulled out my phone and showed her the pictures. Mom and Don were so used to sleeping together that both of them must not have been thinking about their problems. When Mom came in and lay down. Don was probably up getting a drink or something. He'd just gotten back into the bed and wrapped his arms around her out of habit. In the pictures, Don was pressed against my mom's ass. He had one of his hands cupping one of her breasts. Her hand was on top of his as if she wanted his hand there. His other hand was on her pussy and her other hand was reaching behind her on top of his leg. Although they were both fully dressed, it was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen. Even while asleep, they molded themselves to each other. My mom's mouth dropped open as she saw the pictures. "When did you take those pictures?" she asked. "Late last night or early this morning," I said. "You guys slept together last night, mom. It wasn't the mattress that put you to sleep." "But he's gone," she blurted out. Then she got the weirdest look on her face. "I do remember him getting up to go to work. It just felt like every other morning...except that he didn't come back and kiss me goodbye." I just shook my head. "Mom, if the two of you are only room-mates or house-mates or whatever you want to call it, why does he kiss you goodbye in the mornings?" I asked. I Didn't Know... She looked down at her feet. "I don't know, we just do," she said. "I know that all of this just proves your point more, but Terri, I don't care about any of that. I just want him back." I didn't really know what to say to that so I just nodded. I did notice that my mom didn't seem to be in a hurry to go to work. When I left the apartment, she was still sitting there in a robe staring at a cup of coffee. When I got to work, the first thing I did was check my messages. There was the usual mixture of business and personal stuff. Two E-mails from guys who wanted to know about my current project. And three from friends who were curious about why I wasn't at the bar we usually hang out at last night. "Thanks," said the voice over my shoulder. "Dad, I had nothing to do with that," I said. "That was totally her and...you." "How was it me?" he asked. "I went to bed alone and woke up with your mother beside me." "Uh Dad, look at this picture," I said, showing him the same picture. "You were tossing and turning and you kept getting up for drinks all night until you suddenly calmed down and slept the rest of the night. Do I have to actually tell you when you calmed down and went to sleep?" "Okay, so I miss her," he said. "There's never been any doubt, at least from me how I feel about your mother." "Yeah Dad, there has been," I said. "You buy her presents on her birthday and Christmas. You even buy her flowers on Mother's day for crying out loud. She and I talked about how you always kiss her goodbye every day before you go to work. But have you ever told HER that you love her?" "Well...no," he said. "There you go," I said. "But she's the one who's always going around talking about how she doesn't need a man in her life. How many times has she said that she's never going to get married again? I was just thinking about that last night. Over the past few weeks, I let you convince me that I should ask her to marry me, but now I'm not sure that was a good idea. Hell, I'm not even sure she'd have said yes. And if she'd said no, then things would have been really awkward between us. It would probably have changed everything and made it just too weird for us to stay in the same house. So, in a way maybe this is a good thing." "No, this is not a good thing," I said. "This is a horrible mistake that should never have happened. She feels terrible about it. I think that when you two get home tonight, you should sit down and talk about it, like you have every other problem we've had. Do you remember that time when the two of you found out I'd tried Marijuana? I still remember coming home and eavesdropping on your conversation about how to handle it. Those are the parents I remember. I don't remember you guys ever not being able to sit down and talk about something." "I'm just not sure how I could face her," he said. "She's a grown woman. She can do whatever the hell she wants. We aren't even married. I have no right to tell her what she can or can't do. What this all boils down to is that something she did hurt my feelings." "God damn it, Dad," I yelled. I walked across my office and closed the door angrily. "Take another look at this picture. How can you go from squeezing her titties and one hand on her hoo hah, to I can't talk to her in the same sentence?" "I was asleep," he said. "And her hand is on top of mine so..." "So obviously she wanted you to do it," I said. "And that is exactly my point. You're throwing a lot of terms and words out here. You talked about rights. You said that she could do anything she wanted to and that the two of you aren't married. If that's true, then why is she at my apartment crying her eyes out because she knows she fucked up? You said you two aren't married. Dad, that's the thing that scares her the most. If you were married and she'd done this, at least you'd be locked together legally and morally until the courts gave you a divorce. She doesn't even have that going for her. She thinks that you can just leave her and find someone else. She's going crazy just thinking about you doing it. Did you know that, that was the reason she went nuts on that woman friend of hers all those years ago. That was also the reason she suggested that the two of you start sleeping together. She doesn't want to see you with anyone else Dad. She just doesn't know how to tell you." "Well, going out and sleeping with some asshole is definitely not the way to do it," he said. "And there you go again," I said. "I think that in a lot of ways that's what's going on here. The two of you are looking at this completely differently. My mom screwed up. She's so used to listening to all of those single and divorced women at work who go out and screw any guy they can get. They always end up having casual sex with a bunch of guys who don't give a damn about them and almost never call them back. After a while, they just get to the point where they accept that kind of treatment. They not only get used to it, they go out looking for it. They tell themselves that they don't need a man in their lives and that relationships only complicate things. Now maybe it's not true in every single case, but a lot of these strong, independent women that my mom hangs out with are just women who couldn't get a man." "Mom is getting older and when women reach a certain age, they start to wonder if they're still attractive and...see that's what I'm talking about," I said. "What?" he asked. "You know what I'm talking about," I said. "Even when I brought up the part about her questioning whether or not she's still attractive, you made that dumb assed face. Dad, my mom is not the most beautiful woman on the planet to anyone except you. Most people see her as just a normal woman. I wish I had her boobs, but I don't envy her having an ass that big. See, you just did it again." "I have to go do some work," he said. "I'll call you later, Honey. And I'll think about what you said. Maybe in a few days, I'll try to talk to her. But for now, it just hurts too badly. I understand what you meant when you said that we saw things differently. To your mom we weren't married. We didn't have a relationship because we'd never formally established one. So to her she didn't do anything wrong. I know that in a lot of ways your mom is afraid of relationships. Her track record with them is like 100% bad. Honey you've had a lot more experience with relationships. You dated in high school. You dated in college. You learned how to make things work and when it was time to give up. Your mom, she stuck with one guy until he threw her out. Maybe she thinks all guys are like that so she just never wanted to be in a relationship again. Maybe she thinks that not being locked in lets her do whatever she wants." "Me, on the other hand; I guess that for a long time, I've thought that your mom and I were together. Like you said, I've never told her that in exact words. Maybe I walked the walk but I failed to talk the talk. Maybe I didn't want her to feel locked in or forced to be with me. But I think I've thought about her as being mine for over ten years now. So when she went out and just gave herself to some other guy, it hurts. And I do love her...or I did. But I just really don't know how I feel right now. I just need some space for a while. I'll call YOU later." The day at work was uneventful. My Dad and I work for the same company. He works in engineering, I work in finance. We see each other all the time and actually have lunch with each other often. When I got home that evening, I'd gotten so wrapped up in my workday that I'd fallen into old habits. As usual, I enjoyed the drive home. I loved darting in and out of slower moving traffic. I loved the sound of my Mustang's exhaust note and the surprised look on the faces of other drivers as they realized that a girl was driving the car. It was easy to see that I'd been taught to drive by my dad. Like him, I had to make it a point to get in front of or pass every Camaro, Challenger or Charger I saw. In the muscle car wars, brand superiority has to been maintained and defended religiously. At the same time though, if I was merging, I would let Chargers or Challengers or Camaros in, because, we are all part of a special fraternity. We may be competitive amongst ourselves, but only because we respect each other so much. I have no such respect for Toyotas or Hondas. When I marched into my apartment still laughing at some guy in a Prius who rolled down his windows and tried to talk to me, I noticed that someone had done some cleaning. I'm not a slob, but I do most of my heavy duty cleaning on the weekends. The place smelled good too. Someone was cooking. My mom came out of the kitchen. She'd done her hair and was dressed really sexy. She'd made a roast with carrots and celery. It was one of my dad's favorite meals. She looked at me and smiled, then looked around. "You beat Don, home?" she smiled. I looked at her crazily. "Actually Mom," I said. "I don't know where Dad is going. We talked at work today and..." as I spoke I opened the oven and looked at the roast. I dipped my finger into the gravy to snag a piece of celery and burned my finger. "Shit, that's hot," I snapped. "That's what happens when you stick your fingers into a hot pot," she smirked. "I thought you were just keeping it warm for dinner," I said. "Okay, I understand about your burned fingers," she said. "Get back to talking to Don." I got a plate out and started to eat. As I ate, I told her about the conversation. Her face seemed to fall further the more I talked. "What do you mean he needs space?" she asked. "Mom, Dad had no idea that you were in bed with him. He went to bed and fell asleep. When he woke up the two of you were together. He got up, showered, dressed and left. When I showed him the pictures, he was pretty embarrassed," I said. "What does he have to be embarrassed about?" she asked. "I called a few of my friends who are married. I didn't tell them the specifics of the problem, because it's none of their business. I just told them that I'd done something wrong and I wanted Don to forgive me. From the way I understand it, if a guy does something wrong, he's supposed to buy the woman flowers. If it's the woman who fucks up, she's supposed to make the guy his favorite dinner. Then whoever fucked up apologizes, they have make up sex and live happily ever after." "Mom, you're high," I said. "If a married woman fucks another guy, it's like an insult to her husband and their marriage. About half of the time, those things end up in divorces. I think it all boils down to whether or not the guy is willing to forgive her." "You probably don't know this, but Dad loves you and..." I said. "I know he loves me," she said. "And I love him. I just didn't know that we were married." "So Mom, just give him a few days to get over this and then you guys can sit down and talk," I said. "After seeing the pictures of you guys last night, I'm pretty sure that the two of you won't be apart for very long." Over the next two weeks, I watched my parents perform some type of weird game of musical chairs. Mom stayed with me for the first few days until she found out that Dad was staying in our house. Then she decided to go home. I think that Dad pulled into the driveway, saw her car and came to stay with me. After a couple of days of that, Mom came back to my apartment and Dad checked into a motel. Then things got even worse. It wasn't due to either of them though. It was just pure bad timing. Dad had to go to an engineering conference that was out of state. The conference was a week long and Dad had to give a presentation on some of the newer manufacturing techniques our company was employing. He had to leave a couple of days early to get the booth set up so he was gone for about 10 days. That meant that by the time he got home, they'd been apart for almost a month. Mom looked like Hell and he still wouldn't take her calls. Mom had been having problems at work. Ted had been reprimanded for his behavior and he'd been going out of his way to make Mom's life hell ever since. He made it seem like he'd done nothing wrong. In his view, all he'd done was to ask a woman out. She'd accepted his invitation. They'd had a nice dinner together and gone back to his place where they'd had consensual sex. In his view, the bet and the humiliation of destroying a relationship that had lasted for the better part of Teds life meant nothing. Displaying Mom's panties on his desk and embarrassing her was also completely innocent. He'd just hung them on his desk so he'd remember to return them to her. Mom was the one who'd gone completely out of the box. She's tried to get him in trouble at work for something that had nothing to do with the job. The reprimand on his official file would be looked at for a long time and might even hinder any chances he had of being promoted. He blamed Mom for the whole thing. He said she was a scheming older woman, who was past her prime and was looking to make trouble for him. She was upset because to him the sex had just been okay, but she was under the impression that her pussy was gold plated. He hadn't even known that she'd been in a relationship. If she was involved with some guy, she should have just said no when he asked her out. A lot of the employees at Mom's job were taking sides. The other women who'd been lured into the bet between Ted and his friends all talked about how the men had taken advantage of older women who were particularly vulnerable to their charm. A couple of the women had actually been in struggling marriages. Some of the employees thought that the men were just assholes. The rest thought the women, including my mom were just stupid whores who'd gotten what they deserved. All I wanted was my parents back together. When Dad got back, I gave him a few days to get himself settled and then made him have dinner with Mom. She looked awful, she had big circles under her eyes and all of her energy was simply gone. I, of course, had dinner with them. I can't cook to save my ass and I was sure they needed a referee. At first, things went well. I had my hopes up. But as time went on, they just got quieter and quieter. There was an elephant in the room, two of them in fact, if not more. After a while, I decided to just move things along. "So, Dad, I think Mom wants to talk to you. Maybe you guys should clear the air about all of this and..." He held up his hand to stop me. "There's really no need," he said. "While I was away, I thought about it a lot. I over reacted. Let's just put it behind us." I was shocked. It wasn't like him at all. Mom smiled the biggest smile I'd seen from her since this whole thing started. "You really mean that?" she asked. He nodded and began to eat. My mom was too excited to eat and I was still in shock. "So I can come home?" she asked. "I never stopped you from going home," he said between bites. "No, but every time I was there, you weren't," she said. "Without you there, it isn't home. It's just a house." I noticed that Dad didn't answer her and his face remained blank. It was like he was wearing a mask. "Well, it's good to see that things will go back to normal with you two," I said. I guess I was fishing. I wanted to see what was going on in his head. "That will probably take a while," he said. Mom's head popped up and her smile faded a bit. "And I won't ever do anything like that again," she said. "I'm really sorry." Dad just looked up at her and in the coldest voice I've ever heard from him, said, "You have nothing to be sorry about. I should be the one who's apologizing." My mom is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but even she knew that something was wrong. Of course, she got it wrong but at least she knew something was going on. "What's her name?" she hissed. "What's whose name?" he asked. "The whore you cheated on me with to even things up," spat my mom. "That's why you've suddenly decided to forgive me. I'm not stupid. While you were out of town, you found some whore and had sex with her. So now that we're even, you're willing to just let everything go away. But there's a difference here and you know it. I was tricked and humiliated. What I did just happened. You went out and did yours as some kind of revenge. What I did was a mistake and I regret it. But I did it out of stupidity. What you did was deliberate and intended to hurt me. So go ahead and tell us about it. Just rub it in my face. She was younger and prettier than me, right?" "Marlene, I have no idea what you're talking about," said Don, looking directly into her eyes. "If you want me to, I'll take a lie detector test. I didn't have sex with anyone while I was out of town. I haven't had sex with anyone since the last time you and I..." I think my mom knew then that he was telling the truth. She smiled a little. It was a nervous smile as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. "Then why should you apologize to me?" she asked. "I'm the one who screwed up and Don, I swear to you..." "You didn't screw anything up," he said. "I did." Even I was confused by his new outlook. "How did you screw up?" she asked cautiously. "I acted like a child," he said. "I have to admit that I was jealous and insecure. I totally over reached." My mom's brow furrowed as she thought about what he'd said. But to me the message was loud and clear. "Don, you didn't screw up," she said. "Your reaction was perfectly understandable." "No," he said. "It was childish and inappropriate. It won't happen again." "Of course it won't. I've already told you I'm never going to do that again. So you won't have to be jealous," said Mom. "That's totally up to you," he said coldly. "It's not my business. You're a strong independent woman. You can make your own decisions." "So let me get this straight," she said. "You've forgiven me, just like that? We can go home together, just like that?" "I keep trying to get you to see that you have nothing to be forgiven for," he said. "I should be the one asking you to forgive me?" "What do I need to forgive you for?" she asked. "I don't understand any of this." "Can't we just drop it?" he asked. "No," she said. "What did you do wrong? I can't forgive you, if I don't know what you did?" "I've already told you," he said. "I over reached and I over reacted." "Pretend, that I'm dumb," said my mother. "Explain to me exactly what you mean by that, please." "When I say that I over reached, I mean that over the past 14 years, I guess I forgot how we started out. I guess that you had no way of knowing this because I never came right out and said it in words but I've always felt a certain way about you. I guess I projected my feelings for you and kind of assumed that you felt the same way. That was a mistake I won't make again. By over reacted, I acted as if my feelings for you gave me some kind of rights or standing in your life. Again, I'm sorry and it won't happen again. Everything you did was correct and actually considerate when you think about it and I..." "No, Don," she cried. "You could not possibly be any more wrong, if you tried. I've ruined everything. I just wish I knew how to fix it." "There's nothing to fix," he said. "The meal was great. I'm going out for a drive. Are you sleeping here or..." "I'm coming home," said my mom quickly. My dad hugged me goodbye the way he normally does and nodded at Mom. After he left we just looked at each other. "So what do you think about that?" I asked. "And what are you going to do about it." "What?" asked my mom. "He's still angry at me. But we'll work our way through it. At least now we have a chance. I can't wait to get into that bed and have him hold me. I really need that. I've been feeling kind of shitty lately." I Didn't Know... I just looked at her. "Mom, were you here for the same conversation I was?" I asked. She looked over at me and tried to smile. "Mom, I think he's writing you guys off. He's taking the whole stance that it was his mistake. He's saying that he was wrong for getting upset about this whole thing because he assumed that you guys had some kind of relationship but he can see now that you didn't. Basically, he's saying that he loved you and thought that you felt the same way about him but the whole thing was just him making a mistake." "Well, that's not true," she said, realizing for the first time what was going on. "I do love him. I love him and much more than I've ever loved anyone. He has to know that. He's just being silly." "No, Mom, he's being passive aggressive. What he's being is hurt and this is just his reaction to it. The man clearly loves you so much that the thought of you doing what you did has him all twisted up. So it's easier for him to deal with this by just pretending that there never was any kind of relationship. I'm telling you, the two of you are strange. First off, there's you, Mom. You are the very definition of a broken toy. You fell in love with a man who just used you and abused you. You cried over that asshole and told him that you loved him all the time. I don't remember much of that because I was only seven or eight when he threw us out. But I remember that I didn't like him." "Then Don finds us. You were maybe twenty six or twenty seven when we met Don. Here's where things stop making sense for me. You got pregnant with me when you were 18 and had to marry the asshole. That means that you were only with him for the seven or eight years that I was alive up until then. "You're forty two now Mom. We've been with Don for fourteen years. In all of that time you've never once told him that you even cared about him. How the hell does that happen? The first morning after this all happened you were whining because he hadn't kissed you goodbye before he went to work. The weird thing is that I can see how this worked from his perspective. But not from yours." "Explain his perspective to me," she said. "You always take his side anyway. You have ever since you were a child." "Mom, Don is as bad as you are, but at least he makes sense. When we first moved in with him, we'd been through hell. We had nowhere else to go. My grandparents on your side wanted nothing to do with us. We literally had nowhere to turn. Don took us in. He was genuinely great to us. But he didn't do it totally out of the goodness of his heart. Don had lived alone ever since he got divorced from his first wife. He'd been so angry that he'd cut himself off from everyone. After a year or so of that, he was lonely and he didn't want to be alone anymore. We came along at just the right time for him too." "Anyway, I started following Don around. And yeah, Don was my father figure growing up. I used to lie to all of my friends and tell them that he was my dad. And he is in every way that matters. Nope, he isn't my biological father, but he's still my dad. He was attentive and he cared about me. I grew up without too many signs of the trauma we went through. You, on the other hand, seemed to need to prove to someone...maybe it was yourself, that you don't need a man and that no one controls you. You need to let everyone know that the abuse that my biological asshole did to you wouldn't be repeated." "But Mom, Don never tried to control you or abuse you. While you were running around telling people how strong and independent you were and how proud you were to be single, he was there taking care of us. While you were shouting to the masses that you'd never get married again...you already were. Mom, you were like one of those tall, weak trees. You stood above everything proudly. You told all of your friends and everyone you know what you would do and what you wouldn't do. But all the time, you weren't really standing alone. He was propping you up." "You shouldn't feel bad though, because I have the same problem. I AM strong and independent. I'm in my twenties. I have a college degree and a great job with a future. Yep, my dad got me my job, but it's my skills and my work ethic that keeps it for me. But Mom, I don't want to be strong and independent. I want what you have. The problem is that Dad is a hard act to follow. I see the way that he treats you and I need a guy who'll treat me that same way. They're just really hard to find." "So what do you think I should do?" she asked. "Mom, to tell you the truth, I don't know," I said. "I do know that if you want things to even have a chance of going back the way they were you have to really step up your game and let him know how you feel about him. We do know that he loves you. He wouldn't be this hurt and this upset about what you did if he didn't. I think you're going to have to go Jane Seymour on him." She looked puzzled. "I have to dress like a doctor in the old west?" she asked. "Not Doctor Quinn," I said. "Jane Seymour, you know the whole open heart jewelry thing. "If your heart is open, love will find its way in," she says that in all of those damned commercials." Over the next few days it seemed like I couldn't concentrate on my own life because I was so deeply involved with my parents and their issues. My dad called me every day or stopped by and took me to lunch. We talked about everything except the problems that he and mom were having. I knew that it was an act though because he kept asking me if I thought that she was a little bit off. I told him that as far as I knew she was fine, except for her relationship falling apart. I also reminded him that our anniversary had come and gone and he hadn't popped the question to her. "I don't think she was ever interested in that," he said. "Dad, I know she was," I told him. When I'd talk to my mom, it just surprised me how astute Dad was when it came to her. "Mom, are you a little bit off?" I'd ask her "I have been feeling a little weak and a little weird," she said. "But I don't think it's physical. I think that not having Don hurts me. And Ted is treating me like shit at work." "What do you mean not having Dad," I said. "Honey, we knew it would take some time," she said. "He's being very polite to me." "Isn't that a good thing?" I asked. "I don't need him to be polite, Honey. I need him to love me. I miss all of the little silly things. I miss the times when I'd try to put the dishes in the dishwasher and he'd come up behind me and rub my butt. Sometimes, he'd come up behind me and reach around and cup my breasts and blow on my neck and then smile and just walk away and leave me excited. Some of those days, I'd be so ready for sex that I'd find him and we'd do it wherever I found him. We did it on the hard concrete floor of the garage. And it's not just sex, Terri. There were days when I'd come home from work and he'd have cooked dinner. Don really can't cook, Honey, but it was just the effort that he put into trying to please me. It's all of those massages on stressful days and his silly jokes. It's winter nights when he'd just start a fire and grab two glasses and a blanket. He'd fill one glass with my favorite wine and the other with that damned cherry Pepsi of his. Sometimes he'd get me chocolate too. And we'd just lie down on the couch under the blanket together. We'd usually end up turning the TV off and just watch the fire." "Most of the time, we never even drank our drinks, we just lay there holding each other. It's silly but on most of those nights we didn't even have sex, but I'd just fall asleep in his arms and wake up the next morning feeling like there was nothing in the world that I couldn't conquer." I noticed then that her voice sounded really rough, like she was about to cry. "Mom what's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," she said. "It kind of hurts realizing what I threw away. We don't even sleep together now, let alone having sex. I used to lie to my friends all the time. We'd talk about how men think they can just grope a woman anytime they want to and how we'd never put up with it. But all the while, I secretly loved it when Don would rub my butt. I just feel so drained of energy. I mean he's a complete gentleman. He treats me like we're very cordial housemates. I think I'd give every dollar I have to have him jump out of the hallway and throw me on the bed, like he used to." "He did that to you?" I asked. "Mm hm," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "It wasn't for real. He'd throw me on the bed and I'd pretend to try to fight him off. He'd start out rubbing my legs and I'd pretend I didn't like it. Then he'd start rubbing between my legs. But I guess Don knew what I'd been through, so even if we were playing he wouldn't force himself on me. If I told him to stop, he stopped." She started laughing then. "What's so funny mom?" I asked. "Honey, couples who've been together for a long time often experiment or try things to spice things up. Don and I were no different. Don and I couldn't do rough sex. He just didn't have it in him. I sat down with him and told him I wanted to be taken. So we made up a safe word. If I said that word he was supposed to stop. I think we used "Orange," or something like that. I told him that if I really wanted him to stop I'd say, "Orange." "Don grabbed me and pushed me down on the bed and he really is very strong. He started kissing me and I screamed, "No, Stop!" He stopped. I was so pissed. We tried it over and over again and finally just had sex. Don just isn't good at trying to force himself on me. I miss that so much. And you know what else I miss?" "I miss the way he used to look at me. If I walked around the house in my robe, he'd stare at the way my robe draped across my ass. If I went to take a shower, Don would suddenly have to pee. And even though we have two bathrooms, he'd have to go in the one that I was in. It does something for a woman's ego, to have a guy that's always ready to sneak a peek at her or who wants to fuck her at the drop of a hat. It made me feel like I was the sexiest woman on the planet." "Now, I just feel like a nothing. Even at work. Ted has half of the staff thinking that I'm some crazy old woman who wanted a relationship with him, when all he wanted was a one night stand. Terri, I didn't even want the one night. I just wanted the flattery and the attention. And it's really, really stupid because Don gives me...or gave me all of that. I think that I just began to take Don for granted. It's like you keep trying to tell me, we were like an old married couple. I had it in my head that Don's flattery didn't mean anything. I guess I was so used to it, that it just didn't register. I don't know how it couldn't have because Don was really nasty sometimes." "Don...my Dad, Don?" I asked incredulously. "Terri, there were times when you'd come over to eat with us and he would just go wild," she laughed. "While I was there?" I asked. "Oh yeah," she said. "You'd go into the bathroom to wash your hands. You'd probably even talk to us through the door. Don would lift my skirt and bite my ass. Or he'd stick his nose into my pussy through my panties. As soon as you turned the water off, he'd sit back down like nothing had happened. You'd come out of the bathroom and I'd be sitting there all flushed and horny. And there would be Don across the table with a big smirk on his face." It was after one conversation like that that things changed. I told my dad about it. Of course, I left out all of the parts about their sex life, but I told him the parts about how much she missed the closeness they had lost. And I also let it slip that Ted was bothering her at work. That was probably a mistake. My dad didn't have lunch with me that day. He called and told me he had to take care of something. When I got back to my desk after lunch time, I got a call from Dad. He needed me to come and get him and he gave me an address. I thought it was a good thing. I thought that if his car had broken down he'd get it fixed and then start thinking about getting a newer one. When I got to the address he'd given me, it turned out to be the police station. I had to bail my dad out of jail. He'd been thrown into jail for fighting. I told the guy behind the desk that there had to be some kind of mistake. My dad is a forty two year old engineer. He doesn't get into fights. "Honey, your dad started it," said the cop. He showed me a video taken by a security camera. It showed a building that seemed to be familiar to me. The video showed Don walking up to the building as people were going in and coming out. He just stood there. A younger guy, who was maybe a little bit bigger than Dad came out of the building with two other guys about his age. My dad said something to one of them and the guy turned towards him. My dad slapped the shit out of the guy. I was stupefied. I don't think he's ever been in a fight that I know of. The younger guy held onto his face and my dad started screaming at him. The younger guy was talking back and still holding his face. His friends started laughing at him. Then, as dad turned to leave, the younger guy tried to sucker punch him. He turned and the punch hit his shoulder instead of his face and then it was on. Dad had been holding in a lot of rage lately and he let it all out. He started just pounding the guy. The funniest part was that the man's friends didn't get involved. They just yelled at Dad and started calling for security. It was the security guards who pulled Dad off of the guy. "Where is he? And what is he charged with?" I asked. "Disturbing the peace," said the cop. I looked at him crazily. "Your dad slapped the guy first," he said. "But that was as insulting blow more than an attempt to hurt him. He also did it right in the guy's face. That didn't start the fight. You saw that they talked about it afterwards. Then your dad turned to walk away and the guy tried to punch him while his back was turned. He's a bigger guy than your dad but he's a God damned coward. They each tried to hit each other, so that's a wash. We spoke to the other guy in the hospital. They seem to have reached a deal of some kind. Your dad went down there to make that guy leave your mother alone. Neither of them is going to press charges. We're only charging them both with disturbing the peace. We just needed someone to come down and pick him up." I went into the room with the cells and smiled at Don through the bars. "Come on Mike Tyson, let's get you out of here," I smiled. "Don't say anything about this to your mother," he said. I just shook my head. Mom had taken the day off from work to go to the doctor's office. Even before I got home she'd called me to ask me what happened to Dad at work. He had his hands all wrapped up. I think she believed that Dad had been in some kind of accident at work. She was really worried about him. She sounded hysterical over the phone. I really wanted to tell her what he'd done for her, but I couldn't. I'd promised him that I wouldn't tell her. When she went back to work the next day, she heard about it anyway. A lot of the people she worked with knew Don, from the company's picnics and parties. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out why Don would show up at her job and beat the fuck out of Ted. Ted took a week off for "medical reasons" so he wasn't at work the rest of that day. But as soon as my mom got home that night she attacked Don. She just threw herself at him and started kissing anything on him that she could reach. "I knew that you still love me you idiot," she yelled at him. "He doesn't deserve you," said Don quietly. "You're supposed to be the smart one," she gushed. "He never had me. It was just a mistake. I was weak and stupid." All I know is the next day my mom was too tired to go to work and Dad's smile was back. I tried calling Mom just before lunch and she was still sleepy when she answered the phone. "What's wrong with you?" I asked her. "I'm fine," she gushed. "I'm better than ever. We're uhm, sleeping together again. I think we're going to be okay. We kind of uhm "talked," all night long. We did a lot of "talking." We talked so much that I'm really sore but I feel really good." Apparently they continued talking that evening because every time I tried to call them they didn't pick up the phone. My mom was ecstatic. It took three days for the ecstasy to return to horror and get even worse. My dad had, as usual, spotted it first. Four days previous, when he'd said that my mom was a little bit off, she'd gone to the doctor. Her results had come back, including her blood tests. She was a very healthy middle aged woman. Her cholesterol was a bit high and she was also about six weeks pregnant. Even when the doctor had told her, she'd immediately counted back and the dates lined up. Mom came home with the most ashen look to her that I'd ever seen. Dad and I were watching TV and she walked right by us. She went into their bedroom and started crying. Dad was after her like a shot. I followed them into the room because I knew it was serious. I came in just in time for her to tell him. "Don, I'm pregnant," she said looking at him. "Wow," he said with a little half smile. "What are we..." Then his face fell too. "How far along are you?" he asked. "About six weeks..." she said sadly. Things had been going so well for them. But this had just dredged it all back up. And this time, it probably wouldn't get any better. Don just turned around and left the room. My mom just started crying. A short time later, I heard the sound of Don's Mustang driving away. "Mom, how the hell did this happen?" I asked. She just looked at me in shock. "I'm going to lose him for good this time," she said. "I don't want to be pregnant." "Mom, it's still early enough for you to do something about it," I said. "Shit, you're over forty. No one would blame you for not wanting to go through that." "It doesn't matter whether I do or not," she said. "The damage is done. He knows and he'll never forgive me." "Mom, he loved you enough to forgive you over the actual act. Maybe he'll see that this is only an unforeseen result of the original mistake," I said. "Terri, now you're the one who's being stupid," she spat. "Don's first wife got pregnant by another guy while Don was overseas defending our country. He divorced her. I was lucky enough to have him fall for me. So now his second woman gets pregnant by another guy. What do you really think he's going to do, Terri?" "It was hard for him to forgive me, when not too many people knew about this. But now with a baby to constantly remind him that I cheated on him...my life is over. I have no one to blame but myself." Don didn't go home that night. I don't know if he went to a hotel or if he just drove around the whole night. According to mom, he got home at about 7 a.m. and showered and changed clothes and went to work. My mom went in to work late. She'd thought about staying home, but she just wanted to get out and do something. She found out later where Don had been. Just after lunch, Ted went to my mom's desk and asked if he could speak to her privately. They went into a conference room and closed the door behind them. Mom said that Ted sat so far away from her that it was like they were in different rooms. He didn't even want to be close enough to her for there to be incidental contact. "Can we settle this without the courts?" he asked. She was puzzled. "If you go through the courts and file for child support, every company that I work for will know that I have an out of wedlock child out there. In some circles, that is still frowned upon. And since we can't do the honorable thing here, I'd really prefer it if we just decided on an amount for me to send you regularly." I Didn't Know... "What do you mean we can't do the honorable thing?" she asked. "What are you talking about? I thought you were doing the honorable thing by trying to offer some type of support." "Oh, I thought the honorable thing in these instances was to either marry you or pay for the abortion," he said. "And we know that marriage is out..." "Why is marriage out?" she asked. He just looked at her and sputtered. "So, I'm good enough for you to fuck, but that's all, right?" she spat. "Well, don't flatter yourself. For me the sex wasn't even any good." "It wasn't good for me either," he spat. "You're too fucking needy." "If by needy, you mean that I didn't get off or come close to it, you're right," she said. "Think about it from my point of view. You flattered the shit out of me. I thought I was having a nice dinner with an attractive young man. After dinner we went back to you place where you seduced me. I fell for all of the bullshit because I thought something special would happen. I thought it was going to be something that I'd been missing. I built it all up in my mind and even though I knew that it was wrong, I wanted to experience it. And all that happened was that some BOY, basically jacked off using my pussy." He looked at her and the word "BOY" pissed him off. "I was enough of a man for us to have sex," he smirked. "WE didn't have sex," she said. "YOU did. A man would have at least gotten me involved. A man would have fucked me. A good man would have made love to me and lit me on fire. All you did was to get me warmed up and leave me pissed off, unsatisfied, frustrated and feeling like I'd been cheated out of something. And if you knew the value of what I've been cheated out of, you wouldn't be trying to sneak in here and make a fucking under the table deal, to guard your precious reputation and future." "But I'm young," he said. "I have my whole life ahead of me. I don't want to be tied down to a woman who's only a few years younger than my mother and..." "Then you shouldn't have stuck your tiny little dick in me," she spat. "I think I'm definitely going to file for child support. I just don't trust you. But while we're here, how much visitation should I expect you to seek?" "None," he said, looking shocked. "Why the fuck would I want to visit YOUR kid? Isn't it bad enough, I'll have to pay for it? My lawyer did suggest that I could make you a one-time offer to do something about it." "So your lawyer thinks that I should allow you to pay for the cost of murdering our child?" she spat. "Well, I'd be willing to throw a few thousand more on top of the costs to pay for your pain and suffering," he said. "Murder the child and then sweep it under the rug with shut-up money huh?" she said. "Fuck you, Ted. I'll see you in court." "If I'm still in this state," he muttered under his breath. The days that followed were a whirlwind of stress for my mom. She had to get a lawyer. She had several doctor's appointments. Her doctor referred her to a specialist on pregnancy in middle aged women. She went to work, came home, made all kinds of phone calls and cried a lot. Ted and his lawyer kept increasing the amount of money he'd pay for mom to get an abortion. And from what she told me, she was seriously considering it. No one thought it was in her best interest to have the child. Her doctors worried about both her age and her fragile mental state. Mom worried about exactly how she was going to support the baby. She'd be off work for a considerable amount of time afterwards and she'd probably need to start looking for a place to live soon, although Dad had never once mentioned her leaving. During those awful first two weeks after discovering that she was pregnant, as much as she tried, Don just seemed to avoid talking to her. Things between them were actually worse than they'd been when Don first found out about Mom and Ted. Don had gone back to being polite. It was literally tearing my mom apart. Then things got even worse. Ted's lawyer sent Mom a paper that claimed that Ted doubted that the child was even his. He'd worn a condom when he and mom had sex. He'd heard that Mom had been having sex with someone other than him so it was possible that he wasn't the baby's father at all. Until a DNA test could be performed, he refused to pay for anything. The escalating tension between Mom and Ted was affecting their performance at work as well. The owner of the company was worried about whether or not the company might be drawn into it. Either of them might be able to claim that the other was creating a hostile work environment. So to save the company from any possible liability, he fired both of them. Mom's lawyer quickly filed some kind of injunction to prevent Ted from leaving the state, before things between them could be resolved. Ted's lawyer counter-filed and accused Mom of trying to trap Ted. They had a hearing set for the next morning. But just when things looked their worst, they got better. Mom told me that she was sitting on the sofa crying her eyes out. She had no idea what she'd do. She was pregnant, she was in fragile health. Time was running out on her being able to safely terminate the pregnancy. She'd lost Dad. She couldn't even begin to tell him how sorry she was. She'd ruined both of their lives, just when they discovered how much they felt for each other. She had to find a new place to live and another job and she had no illusions about being hired while she was pregnant. Losing her job meant losing her health insurance. There she was at the lowest point she'd ever been at in her life. She told me it felt like the weight of the world was pressing down on her shoulders. And then someone was rubbing her shoulders. She looked up into Don's eyes and saw nothing there but love. She started crying all over again. She was so glad that he was there that she didn't know what to do. "I'm sorry if I let you down," he said. "I got a little selfish there for a while. It won't happen again." She just nodded and pulled him down on the couch next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and they just lay there on the couch together. She told Dad about everything that was going through her mind. He didn't do the guy thing and try to fix all of her problems, he just listened. She kept talking until she fell asleep. She woke up the next day still lying next to him. "If you don't mind listening, I think I can help you with your problems," he said. Mom just nodded her head. She was so happy she couldn't speak. All of her problems seemed lighter with Dad back in her corner. "Wait a minute," she said, jumping up and running out of the room. While she was gone Dad called in and told them that he wouldn't be in to work that day. He also called me and told me to take the day off and meet them at the courthouse. When mom got back in the room, Dad was waiting for her. "Morning sickness?" he asked. She shook her head and sat down in his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her boobs against his chest. "Morning breath," she said. Then she started kissing him. "I have to be in court soon," she said. "I don't want to waste the time I have talking or eating." After they finished whatever they did, Mom asked Dad about his solutions to her problems. He told her that he'd tell her after they got back from court. She almost cried again when she found out that he was going with her. I slipped into the court room shortly after things got started. I had trouble finding the room. It didn't seem at all like the court cases on TV. I guess I was expecting a trial like atmosphere and this was merely a hearing. The lawyers argued back and forth and even the judge was becoming tired of it all. He looked as if he was about to say something when Dad raised his hand, like he was in school. The judge noticed him. "You don't have to raise your hand," he snapped. "This isn't the fourth grade." "Your honor, I've been listening to all of this and I think I have a solution that might work for everyone," said Dad. "I've been sitting at the bench for over twenty years," said the judge. "And I don't see a solution to this problem that works for everyone. The adults here obviously don't like each other and they're both trying to make it seem like the other party is solely responsible for all of the wrong doing. In cases like this, I have to come up with a solution that is in the best interest of the innocent child. But I'm willing to listen to whatever you have to say." The lawyers looked at Dad and then at each other. They both sat down. "Your honor, Ted wants to get a job out of state. He doesn't want to have anything to do with Marlene. He really wants to put all of this behind him. He considers this whole experience a huge mistake. He thinks Marlene is trying to ruin his life, over what started out as a joke. Am I somewhere in the ballpark Ted?" "You're batting .400," said Ted. "Miguel Cabrera's batting average isn't that high. "Marlene agrees with Ted," continued Dad. "But only about the fact that what happened between them was a huge mistake. What she wants him to do is take responsibility for what happened between them. At the same time, she isn't going to be able to work much during the pregnancy. So she'd like some type of support and help with her medical bills, which is reasonable, right Honey?" Mom smiled and nodded. "My solution takes one of two forms. Marlene gets to choose which one she goes for..." "Wait a minute. Why don't I get a choice?" whined Ted. "Because neither of them involves you Ted until after the baby is born," said Dad. "We'll get to your choice later." "I get a choice too?" asked Ted. "Yes Ted," said Dad. "You get a choice." "Shit, that's better than anything she offered," said Ted. "Language," said the judge. "Anyway," said Dad. "Marlene prides herself on being a strong and independent woman, but in this case, I think she needs some help. I would be willing to pay for her doctor's visits and living expenses until the baby is born and the DNA test proves that Ted is the father. That way Ted could go and find himself a job anywhere in the world he wants and not have to worry about Marlene. When the baby is born, Ted could reimburse me." Mom smiled, Ted smiled, even the lawyers smiled. "I'll go for it," said Ted. "You don't have a choice in this part," snapped the judge. "What was your second idea?" asked the judge. "Uhm I'm not sure, Marlene would like this one," said Dad. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring box that I'd shown my mom before all of this started. Mom's scream was heard in every courtroom and hearing room in the building. She pushed her lawyer out of the way and jumped on Dad so hard she knocked him over onto the floor where she started kissing him. Between kisses she just kept screaming, "Yes." The judge banged his gavel several times mildly to call the court back to order. "I'll agree to that," said the judge. "I see your logic too. If the two of you are married, she could easily be added to your health insurance. Mr. Ramsey could reimburse any expenditures after the DNA results if that is acceptable to all parties." "It sounds good to me," said Ted. "This is where you get your choice asshole...I mean Ted," said Dad. "I'm listening," said Ted. "How would you like for this whole thing to be over?" said Dad. "No more hearings, no court dates, no DNA, you just move on with your life?" "Who do I have to kill?" asked Ted. The judge looked at him. "All you have to do is sign over your parental rights," said Dad. "Marlene and I'll take it from there. But it means that you won't be able to visit the child without our okay and..." "Get me the papers. I don't want to visit the kid anyway. You don't even have to tell the kid that I exist," said Ted. "I just want out of this and I'd..." "Wait," said the judge. "So, you're going to help raise this woman's child and be responsible for it until the child is of legal age?" Dad nodded. "I'd have to have some type of assurances and..." "Is a legal adoption acceptable?" asked Dad. The judge nodded and Mom started kissing Dad again. "But why would you...?" began the judge. "You're letting this snake get away scot free." "Your honor, I feel like I'm getting the best part of the deal," said Dad. The judge just looked at him, waiting for an explanation. Dad pointed at me. "Your honor, that beautiful young lady there made the decision for me. I've known and had a small hand in raising her from the time that she was about eight years old. She has brought only joy into my life from the first second I laid eyes on her. She thinks she's my daughter. I think so too and no one will ever be able to tell us any different. So maybe this time, I'll get to be there for the first eight years too. Every second of happiness I get from her, is like a gift I got from whoever her father was supposed to be. The only difference this time is that I'll actually have seen the guy. "I'll arrange the adoption myself," said the judge. "The lawyers for both parties will write up the formal documents and submit them to me within ten business days, court is adj..." "Wait," I yelled, just as the judge was about to bang his gavel. He looked at me strangely as I walked towards the table. "I thought everyone was happy," he said. "Your honor, if my dad marries my mom and adopts my soon to be brother or sister, they'll all have the same last name, right?" "Yes, I guess so," said the judge. "You mother might decide to keep her last name. And legally speaking your uhm...dad may not even have to adopt the child. In our state infants born to a legally married couple are assumed to be the progeny of the couple. I'll have to check for clarification but..." "What about me?" I asked. "Can I be adopted too? Why do I have to have a different name? Why do I have to have the signature of a man who never gave a damn about me on my birth certificate? If he was alive and passed me on the street I wouldn't know who he was." "Young lady you're twenty...some odd years old, you..." he noticed Dad nodding his head. "Okay, I'll do that too," he said. "Mr. Ramsey, you will still be required to submit blood and DNA tests for medical reasons and in the event that a family medical history is needed to help diagnose any injuries or illnesses the child incurs during its life. Court is adjourned." Dad and Mom got married long before my brother Ryan came into the world. Dad swore that Mom, at six months pregnant was the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen. By the date of the wedding, I'd already changed my name and been adopted. I gave the bride away myself. After the ceremony, some of my mom's friends congratulated her. One of them was confused. "But I thought the two of you were already married," she told mom. "We were," said Mom. "But I didn't know we were." Three months later the weirdest turn of events happened. Dad wasn't allowed to adopt Ryan. It had nothing to with Ted. He'd signed the waiver of parental rights form before the ink was dry on it. It turned out that Ted was right all along. He wasn't Ryan's father. The DNA tests came back negative. My mom started crying. She was sure they'd made a mistake. "I didn't sleep with anyone else, Don. You have to believe me," she cried. A really smart nurse calmed her down and took Dad out of the room. When he came back he was nervous. On the day that Mom was scheduled to go home the nurse brought in all of the paper work. She handed the birth certificate to Dad to sign. "Wait , Honey," said my mom. "Are you sure you want to do that?" "Like the judge said," said Dad. "All children born into a marriage are the..." "But Ted isn't the father," she said. "I don't know who the father is. I swear Ted was the only one I slept with. I've been thinking that maybe one of those parties you and I went to. Maybe while I was drunk someone did something to me that I didn't remember when I woke up and..." "Relax," laughed Dad. "I know who the father is. You forgot someone else you slept with. It must not have been very good if you didn't remember it." "I'm telling you, I didn't sleep with anyone else," said Mom. "Yeah you did," said Dad. "Me." "But..." her words trailed off. "I was on the pill. You and I have sex so often and...I did have a condom with Ted." "The pill isn't 100% effective," said Dad. "There are certain situations that render it even less effective." "We have a baby together," said Mom smiling. "We have two," said Dad, taking my hand. "We're married," gushed my mom. "We always were," said Dad, hugging both of us. "And I always loved you, Don," said mom. "I did almost from the beginning. I was a little messed up in the head from my first husband, but I knew that you loved me and I loved you right back." "I...didn't know," said Dad. The end. I Didn't Know: An Incestual Journey This is an entirely fictional father/daughter love story of consensual adult incest. If such a topic upsets you then please go somewhere else. PLEASE NOTE: This story alternates between the fathers perspective and the daughters, I'm sure you will figure out which is which. You may wonder at first why this is an incest story, but that's the twist for my unsuspecting characters! It's a slow burner but your patience will be rewarded...Enjoy! I was late for work. I had dropped my car keys in the gutter in a hurry. I had walked four miles in heels and had now spilt coffee on my skirt, bumping into someone on my way out of a coffee shop. I was in a right state and had walked straight into this man. My papers spewed out onto the floor. "I'm sorry" "No, please I'm ever so sorry, it was all my fault, I'm late for work and I'm in such a rush" I countered. He helped me pick up my papers and on giving them to me I realised that I was looking into the most warm, chocolate coloured eyes smiling at me. Now let's get this straight. I'm 5 ft 7, quite slim with nice breasts, long dark brown hair to past my shoulders and dark brown eyes. I kind of look like Kate Bush, if I had to compare myself to anyone. I'm 25 and i work at an office firm. I'm doing alright for myself. Now this man was about 5 ft 8, lean build, not skinny, not stocky. Right in the middle. He was definitely older than me by ten years at least. He had dark chocolate coloured eyes and brown hair, dressed very smartly like myself, minus the coffee stain I had successfully acquired. He finished helping me pick my papers up from the floor and we both stood up, moving to let others by. "Thank you so much" "It's no problem" he was studying me. "Will you get there in good time?" I grinned sheepishly. "Not really, but I'll make it." "Would you like a lift?" "No thanks, its right around the corner from here now" "Alright. Listen, I .. I don't suppose you would like to meet up for a coffee later, or a meal maybe? I hope it doesn't sound .." "That sounds good to me" I wrote down my number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. "Thanks. Ill text you in a bit and see what time suits you later?" "Great" "Well I guess I'll see you later then" "See you" I smiled, waltzing out of the coffee shop. Talk about pulling power! This man was really handsome! "Life can be sweet" I murmured to myself absently, walking the rest of the way to work. I received a text later. "Hi! This is the stranger from the coffee shop this morning! My name is David. Hope you would like to join me for some dinner tonight somewhere?" I texted him back: "Yes I would. Do you know Lacey's?" I liked the food there and wanted to go somewhere i know and where I would be safe. I'm a pretty streetwise kind of girl. "On St. Michaels Street? Sure. What time?" I thought for a few seconds. "About eight?" "Sounds perfect, I'll see you there, unless you need a lift?" "No thank you, ill meet you outside". I got ready to leave work, wondering what my date would be like tonight. At eight o clock I met him outside Lacey's. I was wearing a knee length satin purple dress (I don't go for bland!) with red lipstick and black mascara and black heels. David was wearing a black suit with a red tie. "Good evening" I kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you for coming" I chose a table in the middle on the left hand side of the restaurant and we sat and ordered. We talked for a while over our meal. "How old are you?" he asked once we had finished. "I'm 25. And you?" He put his glass down. "I'm 43" I smiled. "And a very handsome forty three at that" He smiled. "You're too kind". I realised throughout our conversation that I loved the way the skin crinkled around his eyes as he smiled at me. We finished up and headed for the door. Once we were outside I stopped. "I've really enjoyed this evening" I told him. "I have also. You are a very interesting young lady. Would you like to do this again?" "Yes, I would like that" i said, moving closer to him. "Great, ill text you. Goodnight", he said, bending down to kiss me on the cheek. I lifted my head to press my lips against his and I felt him respond briefly. I thought about him all the next day at work. Thought about his demeanour, his smile, the way he talked. ********** I thought about her while I was working, on my way home, and indoors with a gin and tonic. I thought about the way she walked, the way her body moved, how mesmerizing her eyes were and the tinkle of her voice. She was so alive and creative. I was musing over her when i heard the buzz of my phone on the table opposite me. Was it her? I checked my messages. No. It was my mobile network offering me free texts. I decided to text her. "Hey, how are you this evening?" I left it a few minutes and relaxed, taking a sip of my drink and choosing a book from my bookcase. A minute later I heard my phone buzz. It was her. "Nothing much, just preparing some paperwork while listening to an album. You?" I replied: "Having a read. What are you listening to?" "Beatles. The White album" I text her back: "You're far too young for that!" She replied: "You wanna bet? : P" I smiled. This lady was too sweet. I sent her the message "See you tomorrow x" I sat back to read, anticipating the day to come. The next evening she entered the building with a swish of her long red dress. Wow. I watched her as she approached my table, smiling. I was captivated by her. "Good evening, stranger!" she greeted me warmly. "Good evening, enchantress" she smiled at me mysteriously. After our meal we walked outside together. She came up close to me and looked up, initiating a kiss and I could hold out no longer. I wrapped my arm firmly around her waist and kissed her passionately. ********** I had lifted my head up for a kiss and the next thing I knew we were kissing passionately. As we continued to kiss I put my arm up to rest on his shoulder, leaning my head to one side as I concentrated on his kiss. I pressed myself up against him insistently, wanting to feel his warmth in the cold night air. Eventually we broke apart, each of us shuddering, the air icy. "Are you cold? Would you like to borrow my jacket?" "It's alright, thanks" He looked at me inquisitively. "..Would you like to come home with me?" he asked softly. I paused for a second, studying his face. It was solemn, searching. "Yes" I spoke, "Yes I would". He smiled softly and opened his car door to me. "Thank you" I said, sliding into the front passenger seat. Once we were parked up outside his house we kissed until we pulled apart breathlessly in the car. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you home?" he asked. I nodded, looking into his eyes. He got out of the car, walked round to the passenger side and took my hand gently. I stepped out and he locked the car then led me by hand to his front door. I watched him as he unlocked the door before stepping inside. I walked through to the living room and he took my coat off my shoulders. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. I shook my head. He approached me, standing in front of me, looking at me for a moment while looked straight at him. He took his hands and gently stroked my face, brushing my hair from my cheek. "Is this what you want?" he asked softly. I looked at his lips, moving my head closer than staring into his eyes. He stepped forward and kissed me. He kissed me slowly for a minute or so before I began to kiss him back. I accepted his soft kisses as he began to run his hands down my back soothingly. I opened my mouth slightly and tentatively began to kiss him deeper, bringing my hand to the back of his head. As I opened up to him his hands roamed my back and his hand began to move up from my waist to my breast. He found my nipple through the fabric and I moaned encouragingly, running my hands through his hair. I backed up against the stairs, pulling him to me. I could feel myself getting wetter. He caressed me some more until I heard those whispered words "would you like to go upstairs?" "Yes!" I murmured. "After you" he whispered. I walked up the stairs modestly, his hand in mine. I walked down the hall to the entrance to his bedroom and turned around, facing him with an expectant smile. I walked back slowly as he approached me in the doorway before he took me in his arms, one hand stroking my face as I looked up at him. He brought his face down to mine and kissed me tenderly. Our kisses became heated and passionate, I felt like there was a fire between my legs that needed to be sated. His hand moved behind my head, stroking my hair. I unzipped his trousers and they puddled at his ankles as he kicked them off, discarding his shirt in the process. I slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders and it fell to the floor, leaving me in only my panties. He brought his hands to my buttocks and squeezed them, pressing me hard against his throbbing member. "Mmm" I moaned softly as he ground his hips against my own as we kissed almost violently. He walked me back to the bed, kissing my neck, nibbling my ears and throat. It was only when I felt the cool bedclothes behind the backs of my knees that I let myself fall back onto the bed. He lay me down and began to kiss from my throat to my breasts, taking my nipples into his mouth, running his tongue over them and sucking on them gently as I moaned and thrust my hips against his hard on. He kissed hot kisses down my belly and leant down to remove my panties, exposing my pretty pussy, my soft triangle of curls. He looked at me with pure lust in his eyes and his lips landed squarely on my pussy, seeking out my insides. He licked all over my pussy, tasting my essence before seeking out my clit. I moaned as I felt his mouth on me and his tongue finally stroked my clit. "Ahh!" i mewled as he licked me over and over, taking me to the edge. I felt my orgasm take over, ripping through me as I writhed in ecstasy. I gasped loudly and felt my pussy convulse, felt him kiss my pussy and slide his fingers inside me. "Wow, I can't believe how wet you are" "I've been wet for you since Lacey's" He ran his fingers along my wet slit, my hips moving to meet his fingers. I sat up and felt his hardness beneath his boxers, stripping them off to expose his hard cock. He stood up and I took him into my mouth, first running my tongue over and along his length before engulfing him in my mouth to suck on firmly, my tongue caressing every smooth ridge of his hardness. I loved the way he felt in my mouth, so hard and ready. It made my pussy even wetter. After a moment he gasped, bringing his hand to my jaw so I looked up at him, his dick hanging halfway out of my mouth. "Sweetheart, I want to be inside you" he whispered, stroking my face. I understood. I lay back on the bed, moving back further, my legs spread, the scent of my arousal in the air. He smiled as he ran his big cockhead up my length, feeling my wetness before positioning his dick to enter me, pressing up against my pussy, demanding to be let in. I moaned softly as I felt the first few inches of his cock inside me. He fed the rest of his cock into my slippery pussy a few inches at a time, letting me feel his length as he filled me with his big cock. "Ohh, you're so tight, sweetie", he murmured as he slid his hands under my hips, lifting me up towards him as he thrust in and out of me. I got wetter and wetter as he slid his cock inside me faster, deeper, his hips rocking into me as we established a natural rhythm. I felt pleasure through all the nerve endings in my cunt as he fucked me, I wanted him to do it again and again. "Such a pretty pussy" he murmured "Filled with your big cock!" I moaned, "Fuck me hard, David! Fill my pussy up, please fill my pussy.." I was rewarded with the first spurt of his ejaculate coating my walls as he groaned, shooting his load, coming hard into my pussy. He quieted after a moment, gathering me in his arms and holding me close after his climax. We kissed, long deep kisses, we got comfortable in his bed and I stayed with him all night. ********** I awoke to find the most perfect beauty lying next to me. Her hair was draped over her shoulder and her mouth was slightly parted. The rise and fall of her wonderfully pert young breasts made me feel aroused yet fascinated. The curve of her hips was exciting. She was, in every sense of the word, beautiful. I lay back down next to her and wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand reaching up to cup her breast. I felt her nipple grow hard under my palm. I shut my eyes but within a moment felt her hair brush my face, tickling my nose. I opened my eyes and she was looking down at me, smiling. "Good morning, sweetheart. You look just as gorgeous as you did last night" I told her, running my hands through her hair. She smiled and leant over me, her hand the other side of my waist as she leant down and kissed me. "Rowr" I said playfully and she laughed, her hair cascading over my shoulders as she straddled me. "I'm very awake, are you?" she said coyly. "Awake enough for you" i murmured, grabbing onto her hips. She wriggled above me and I felt myself getting hard for her. She rubbed herself up against me like a cat, kissing my chest as she ground herself into me. She began to rock above me, my cock sliding between her wet pussy lips lubricating my hardness. I groaned. She had me. She knew it. She looked at me, her sexy smile only getting sexier as she impaled herself on my cock. Feeling myself in her tight pussy was divine. I was in heaven. She rode me fast, her hips moving swiftly back and forth along my shaft, god her breasts looked amazing as they bounced above me, it made me want to come. I watched her breasts as they jiggled above me and that set me off, I felt myself exploding inside her. "Ohh, fuck" I groaned as I held her hips firmly for the last spurts of my come, feeling myself begin to relax. She kissed my head. "Mind if I take a shower?" she asked, moving from the bed. "No of course not" I said, relaxing back on the bed as I heard the shower come on in the bathroom. I heard her enter the room a short while later. She was dressed. "I'm going now, I have work and I have to go home and get changed", she said, rummaging through her bag. "Oh, sure, yeah" of course, work. I had to go to work too. I checked the clock. It was six o clock. I had a little time. "When will I see you next?" I asked her. She paused. "Let's do the weekend" she said finally. Well how about we do Friday night? No work on Saturday for you either is there?" She asked, swinging her keys around on her finger "No, let's hook up Friday night" I smiled. "Good, see you then" And then she was gone. ********** We had so much fun Friday night. We fucked like there was no tomorrow, our bodies melting into one. Saturday he cooked us a wonderful meal and we were going through his old photos. "That hairstyle looks so funny on you" I grinned. "Oh you think that's funny do you?" he said playfully, coming up from behind me and grasping my waist, nuzzling his face into my hair. We laughed together and he went back into the kitchen to finish putting the dishes away. As I was flipping through his photos I came across one photo that shocked me. "David, come here a minute" I called. "What is it sweetie?" he asked, coming in, drying up a plate. "Why do you have a picture of my mother?" I asked quizzically. "Let me have a look" he said. I gave him the photo and he whispered "Linda .. she's your mother?" "Was" I corrected him. "She died when I was ten" "Oh" he looked shocked. "I'm so sorry honey, I didn't realise that she had passed away". He held me and kissed my head. "I was with your mother for two years. Does that bother you sweetie? It doesn't matter to me, your mother was a lovely woman. We got on very well but it just wasn't to be" I shook my head. "No, it doesn't bother me" it really didn't. I was actually pleased that my mother had dated such a nice man that would have treated her well. I knew that David wouldn't be the sort of man to compare me to my mother. "I'm sorry honey" he said, kissing me again. "No, it's okay" I kissed him back. "I loved my mother. I never knew my real father". "Who brought you up?" he asked. "My step father" I said, "he was okay.." I was thinking and suddenly froze. "What years were you with my mother?" I asked. "Oh, let me think.. isn't it on the back of the photograph?" he asked. I turned it over. "Dec 1984" I thought for a minute. "I was born in October 1985", I told him, "and you were with my Mum up until that year .. so she must have got pregnant just after you broke up?" "Must have done", he said. "There's no way that .. oh god" he dropped the plate and it shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor. "No .. its impossible, she never" he went pale. I was frozen. "She told me that my father never knew about me" I finished. "She told me that he wouldn't want to know". "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?" he asked, rather shaken. "Well, it's possible isn't it?" I asked, moving round on the chair to face him, leaning over. "I never got Linda pregnant, she would have told me" he said. "Look, I can prove it to you. I have it written down somewhere when we broke up, if you want me to?" he asked. "Yes, I would like the peace of mind" I replied. About half an hour later he returned. It had taken him a while to find the calendar for that year he had retrieved from the loft. "Cassie, when were you born again?" he asked. "25th October 1985" I said. His face was ashen. The colour drained from his face. "Well according to my calendar it says that your Mum and I broke up the week of, 14th April '85" he said, which means that according to my calculations.." ".. she would have been about two months pregnant" I finished. The feeling in the pit of my stomach made me feel sick. I looked wide eyed at David. He looked equally as worried as I. "But I'm sure she wasn't, she would have told me.." he finished, exasperated. "Oh jesus, Cassie, you don't think it's possible" ".. well would my Mum have slept with anyone else while she was with you?" I demanded. "Oh no, Cassie your mother.. she wasn't like that, she would never.. and neither would I" he said. "We weren't those kind of people" "So there's a good chance you could be my father" I finished. "Well, unfortunately Cassie it is possible, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but we shouldn't panic, your mother might well have conceived after we split up and had you prematurely or something, I'm sure it's quite possible" he finished. I was really worried. "We cant.." I said finally. "Shh, I know sweetie. I understand" he said, holding me. "I'm so worried, David" I said. "Don't worry, I'm sure there could be another explanation, we mustn't worry yet" he said. "If you want me to sleep on the couch I'm perfectly happy to.." "No, I want to sleep next to you" I said. "Okay, shall we sit and watch a film together until it gets late?" he asked, searchingly. "Yes, that would be nice" I said finally. We sat down and watched a film together but the impending worry of what may or may not be was a weight on our minds that night. When we went to bed we slept side by side, my face snuggled into his chest. I turned around during the night and when I woke up I felt his hardness pressed up against me. I turned around and studied him, but he was fast asleep, unaware of his predicament. I looked at his straining cock outlined in the thin material in his trousers and wished that I could just hold it and.. well I couldn't. He looked so adorable. I snuggled back up against him and enjoyed the feeling for what it was until I fell asleep. The next day when we woke up I spoke to him about it, we couldn't just leave things unsaid. "I would like you to have a paternity test" I said. "My father was never on my birth certificate, so that's the only way to be sure" he looked at me. "Okay then, of course, I'm happy to do whatever you want, it will be good for both of us to know for sure" I paused. "How come you think for sure that you're not my father?" I asked. "The problem is that I don't" he said gravely. I could see how much this was troubling him. I got up and held him, holding him in my arms. He held me gently but closely, nuzzling his face into my hair and kissing my head". When I was about to leave he had only one thing to say. "I just want you to know that either way, you are very special to me, and I don't really want to lose you" he said, looking at me as he leant against the door. I nodded. "I'll see you soon" I said. He nodded. I felt for him, I really did. He had evoked a passion inside me that no one else had ever done. I reached out on the doorstep and touched his face. "I'll be back, I promise". I Didn't Know: An Incestual Journey The results were in. I gingerly opened the envelope and pulled out the form. Closing my eyes, I opened it in my hands. I opened my eyes and looked. Oh god, no. Please no. Sure enough, David was my father. It hadn't really hit me yet. I shakily picked up the phone and dialled his number. I just felt numb. His voice came on the line. "David, can I come over? There's something I need to tell you" I said. No hint of emotion in my voice. He opened the door and invited me in. He asked me if I wanted a cup of tea and I shook my head no. He looked so tense, I hated seeing him like this. It almost made me hate myself. We sat down in the living room. "So.. what do you need to tell me?" he asked. "Oh David, David you're my father" I said, my voice breaking. I began to sob, my head in my hands, leaning down to my knees. "Oh jesus.. oh sweetheart no" he sat down beside me and held me tight, partly to just stop me from falling to the floor. I just sobbed in his arms. "Oh Cassie I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, so sorry" he held me in his arms. I gave him the paper that proved it and he took one look and I saw that he had tears in his eyes. We held on to each other for dear life and cried at our misfortune. How could this have happened? It was so cruel, so cruel. We were there for hours, holding each other and crying and getting up to get tissues and shaky cups of tea. But mainly we just held each other. By five o clock I was exhausted. Just completely mentally exhausted from thinking and crying too hard. "I have to go home" I said. "Yes, you must" he nodded. "But I don't want to go" I said, looking up at him. "You know that, don't you?" "Yes, yes I do" he said. I got up and he held me for what must have been about five minutes. I left. I had to. It took my everything to leave that day. How could this have happened? I thought. How could I not know that he was my own father? I didn't. I had no idea until I saw that picture. We don't look alike, but then I look nothing like my mother either. But the test proved it. He was my father. I wanted to forget. I wanted so desperately to forget how his hands felt on my body. How they soothed me. How it felt so right. Wanted to forget how his lips felt on mine and how his warm, brown eyes burned into mine. How could I do this to my own father? "You didn't know!" my own thoughts screamed through my head. I put my head in my hands. How could he have done this to me? Now that wasn't fair. I didn't think that at all. He didn't know! He knew nothing just like I did. He didn't know I was his daughter the same as I didn't know he was my father. Besides, I had wanted it as much as he did. What am I going to do? I paced across my living room, lost in thought. I've found a man that I love, the only man I've ever loved and he turns out to be my fucking father? Christ. What am I going to do? What can I do? I don't want him to hate me. ********** I don't want her to hate me, I pondered the next morning, deep in thought. I was disgusted with myself. How could I do that to my own daughter? "But you didn't know!" my own voice broke into my thoughts suddenly, coming back at me. I didn't know that she was my daughter. I had no idea. I thought that she was just the most perfect and beautiful woman I had ever seen or been with. Too beautiful. Too perfect. But what a woman she had become. How could I defile the most precious thing in the world? I felt like the most terrible person on earth. It made me want to end it all, I felt so low. I didn't want to go near her because of my feelings toward her, I had to shield her from this monster I felt I had become. How couldn't I have known somehow? I didn't. She was nothing like how I would expect a child of mine to look like, and I didn't even know that I had one until yesterday. It was so bizarre. I just wasn't sure if I could cope with what I had done. I put my arms round my legs on the stairs like I had done as a boy and wept. I woke up on the couch to the phone ringing. I picked up and it was her. "Can I come round?" she asked. "Yes, you can come round" I said wearily. I hung up and looked in the mirror. I looked terrible. My eyes were bloodshot from crying so much the night before and falling asleep on the couch. I heard the doorbell. I opened the door and there she was, standing there. I gestured for her to come in. She looked at me worriedly. "What happened to you?" she asked. "Rough night" I said. She must have known. She had no makeup on but still looked as perfect as the day I first saw her. I told her to sit down and made us both tea. I think we needed to have a little talk now we had both faced the facts. I looked at her and she didn't look happy. She looked withdrawn, worried, disturbed. I sat down next to her. "What is it that's troubling you, other than us?" I prodded gently. "Is there something else that's happened? Is anything else wrong?" she shook her head no. "What is it then, sweetheart? You can tell me anything" I told her softly. She looked like she was about to cry. "I just.. I just don't want you to hate me" she trembled. "No sweetie, of course not. I don't hate you, why on earth would I hate you?" "Because of what happened" I took her face in my hands. "Shh, neither of us knew, it's not your fault that we didn't know" "but it is my fault that I still have feelings for you. Nothing has changed in that way" she said. She began to cry. I put my hand round her shoulders to comfort her. "No, it's not your fault. You didn't know. I didn't know. There was nothing we could have done" She looked up at me. "So you don't hate me?" "I couldn't hate you, sweetie. You're my daughter". She looked at her knees. "But I still want you" she whispered. "And that's why I don't think we should see each other for a while" I finished. She looked at me in amazement and then got upset again. "Sweetheart", I tried desperately, "I want to see you, but not like this. I cant.. we cant.." She nodded numbly. "But it doesn't stop me from wanting to" "I know" I said reassuringly. "I know how you feel but we can't let that overwhelm us. It's dangerous, you know that, and that's why I can't be around you at the moment" I said finally. She nodded. "I'll go" she said abruptly. "I'm sorry" I said to her. She turned around on the doorstep. "You aren't the only one who is horrified" she said. She turned and walked to her car. I watched her as the car pulled away from the drive. I couldn't tell her that I wanted her just as much because it was taking all my energy to fight it. How could I tell her? It would ruin her life. I opened the doors weeks later to find her standing there. "I have something to tell you" she told me. "Come in". I took her coat and scarf and she came and sat down. She seemed eager to tell me. "So.. what is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She leant forward and spoke, breathily, "I know what's wrong with us". I jolted. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I mean, I know why we want each other, that's what" she replied. She was on the edge of her seat. "Yeah, I'm a monster.." I started "No!" she practically shouted, "I've read up on it, it's called GSA, were not the only ones". "What's GSA?" I asked, leaning back in my seat. "Genetic Sexual Attraction. Oh David, there's thousands of people doing it" I sat up. "That doesn't mean that its right" I said bleakly. "But it proves that we can't help it, its where siblings or next of kin are brought up without each other. We are all programmed with a natural attraction to our parents and siblings so that when we grow up we love each other unconditionally, however when we are brought up without each other for years and years this natural attraction forms into a strong physical and sexual one due to the lack of contact". "Oh, so it's my fault now?" I said, "Brilliant". "No, you're missing the point David" she almost jumped out of her chair. "We didn't know each other, so as soon as we saw each other we felt instantly very strongly attracted to each other". "I suppose that would make sense", I said, "as soon as I saw you I wanted to know you more than anyone I've ever known, you were like a magnet" I confessed. "You were like a magnet too", she said, clutching her mug. She put the mug down. "As soon as we made contact in that coffee shop, I knew how much I wanted you" she said simply. "What that means David is that we are not alone. Thousands of other adults are feeling this way right this very moment. Hundreds of adult women are going to bed with their father tonight, many knowing who they are sleeping with. We didn't even know David. You're not a monster" I flinched. "You're not!" she said loudly/sharply, her voice shaky. "If you're a monster then what on earth does that make me?" I looked at her, wide eyed. "Oh jesus, Cassie no, there's nothing wrong with you" I told her. "Then you must stop blaming yourself and realise that there is nothing wrong with you, either" she got up. "Look it up David, please look it up. It explains everything. I'm going now but please, you have to understand, just promise me you'll look it up". "Alright", I said numbly. "Good. Call me when you realise that there's nothing wrong with you, will you? I'm worried about you". She left. I looked it up. She was right. I found helpful sites online that explained what I was going through. It explained that related adults can feel a strong sexual attraction to each other due to a lack of a previous relationship with the other individual. I went to the library and got some books out on the subject of adult consensual incest which had accounts of it from people like my daughter, and people like myself. Men who felt they were going crazy or that there was something wrong with them due to their attraction to a sibling or an adult next of kin. There were psychology experts that explained that it was a perfectly natural reaction in adult relatives who have never met and that it is surprising that there aren't many more known incidences of it. But there were thousands of documented cases already. Maybe I wasn't a monster after all. I realised that the day I had met Cassie was the first day I had ever resigned myself to not being alone. Men do get lonely. Whatever some people believe I don't know, but believe it or not, jerking off isn't everything to a man. I could live without it if only I had those perfect tits bouncing up and down and that sweet pussy of hers every day. Most men would kill to have a woman like Cassie. After a week of thinking of all the complications and the situation and coming to a decision i called her up. "Hello?" It was so good to hear her voice again. "Cassie?" "Oh David! It's so good to hear from you!" "....I know I'm not crazy". "Good". "What is it they say nowadays? As long as it doesn't scare the cows" I said and she laughed. I realised that I hadn't heard her laugh in weeks. Just hearing her laugh meant so much to me. I was smitten with her as a lover, like a boy with his first crush. But this time I knew it was for real. This was my soulmate. No doubt about it. Some cruel twist of fate had made this woman my daughter but like many others before me I was not going to let this damning fact prevent me from being with the woman that I love more than anything. "..Do you want to come over?" "-Id love to". "Okay, well I'll see you in a little while, just come round when you are ready" I hung up. I sat down and waited for her. ********** He opened the door and his eyes widened as he saw me. "Can I come in?" I smiled. "Yes, yes of course you can" he said. I went in and he removed my coat. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. "Yes please. Can I have tea?" "Sure" he replied. He fixed our drinks and sat down next to me in the living room. "How have you been?" I asked. "Better" he replied, taking a sip of his tea. "How have you been keeping?" "I'm feeling much better now that I've seen you" I replied truthfully. I put my tea down and touched his arm. I wanted him to know how much I had missed him. He put his tea down and put his arm round me to give me a hug. I leant over him and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, tilting his chin with my hand. I kissed him again, just enough for that spark, just enough to tell him what I wanted. "Please kiss me" I mumbled. I sat on his lap astride him, facing him and began to kiss him deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth, grinding my hips into his lap. All of a sudden he kissed me back with such a force that I was blown away. He kissed me back hard and pressed me up against him. "Mmm!" I responded. I moved off of his lap and he came with me, rolling on top of me, kissing down my neck, squeezing my ripe breasts under his firm hands. Fuck it felt so good. He moved his hand lower and I then realised what he wanted too. He pulled my dress up and saw that I was wearing no panties. I smiled at him cheekily. I had planned to seduce my father. "Upstairs!" he said, in mock anger. I ran. ********** I flung her onto the bed, her legs spread as she sat up. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed firmly. I wanted to do this properly. "Don't move" I warned as I knelt down and began to kiss up her inner thigh. I felt her tremble as my mouth brushed further.. further.. up to her pussy. When I got close I retreated and kissed her kneecap before kissing my way up her other thigh. "Oh please! Higher!" she moaned. I held her hips firmly from behind so that she couldn't fall back on the bed and kissed the top of her thigh. I could smell her arousal. I had reached my most precious destination. I plunged my tongue inside her as deep as I could go, feeling her, tasting her juices. I pulled out and nibbled on her tight outer labia. "What do you want more than anything?" I asked her, licking her as I murmured into her curls. "To come" she shuddered as I bathed her pussy lips in my saliva. Okay then. I buried my face between her legs, licking her with no abandon. If that's what my girl wanted then she was bloody well going to get it. With one hand still supporting her so that she didn't fall back, my other hand went straight between her creamy thighs. I slid one finger inside her then another, finding her wet and pliable, my fingers reaching up to find that bumpy spot women seemed to love so much, my mouth on her clit, my tongue flicking over her exposed digit, hard and pink between my lips. "Oh.. oh David.. I'm.. I'm.." she moaned. I lapped at her clit like an animal. "I'm going to come" I'm.. I'm" both hands went to the back of my head as she ground herself against my face. "Fuck!" she screamed as she bucked against me. "Mmm" I murmured as she relaxed, holding the back of my head close. Her come was thick and creamy on my fingers and I licked her juices off of my hand and stuck my tongue back into her cunt. She was like a faucet. My face was shiny and wet with her juices. I kissed her pussy. I looked up at her and she smiled. She stroked my hair. "That was too perfect" "You drive a hard bargain" I held her for a moment and kissed her forehead. She ran her hand down to the front of my trousers and gasped appreciatively. "You gonna take your cock out for me, big boy?" she asked, leaning back on the bed, her eyebrows arched. I realised that she was testing the bonds of our love. I stood up and took down my trousers, stepping out of them, leaving my boxers on. I stood in front of her, my cock straining against the material. She took her hand and stroked the outline of my cock. She leant forward and ran her tongue over my cock, still encased in the thin material of my boxers. She moved away, looking up at me solemnly. "May I?" she asked. I nodded. She dropped my boxers and gazed at my cock, which was getting harder every second almost just from her staring at it. She gripped my cock in her hand and began pumping me up and down the length of my cock. She looked up at me and smiled, that sexy, turned on smile. She then licked the tip of my cock, then along my shaft, stopping to lick the sensitive underside, before taking me into her mouth and moving it back and forth on my cock which caused me to moan. It felt so good. I watched her as she worked my cock, it turned me on so much seeing her hot little mouth on me. I wanted to come. I wanted her to see how worked up she had got me. Wanted her to know how many nights I had jerked off thinking about her which never seemed to be enough. That's it girl, suck that cock. Mmm. She looked so into it, sucking my big cock like a pro. I wondered if it made her pussy wet. I looked at the way her tits moved slightly as she did. Beautiful. I ran my hands to the back of her head, through her hair as it tickled my thighs, which I barely noticed and thrust into her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked up at me again and that really did it, seeing her look up at me with my cock in her mouth, her lips wrapped around me."Ahh" I groaned as I felt myself coming into her mouth. She never moved a muscle. She just looked up at me, then closed her eyes as I held her to me. "Wow". I managed to say after a minute or so. She let my cock slip out of her mouth. As she looked up at me I knelt down and took her face into my hands and kissed her deeply. I then picked her up and lay her down on the bed and she curled up against me into a spooning position. I shut my eyes and felt her under my fingertips. I woke up during the night, it was 02:00AM, hours had passed. The lamp was on. She was awake, her hand between her legs, eyes half closed. I leant over and kissed her and she smiled. "And what have you been thinking of?" I asked her, slightly amused. "How you would feel inside me again" she said, looking at me hard. I kissed her passionately, and within in instant she was kissing me back, her hand from between her legs on my cheek. She pushed her finger into my mouth and I tasted her essence. "How would you like to fuck me, David?" she asked, studying my reaction. "Love to" I mumbled. I realised that she was testing the bonds of our love. I lay her down and stared at her body for a moment. She was perfect. Her breasts were divine. Her tits were hard and her pussy was glistening in the light. Fuck, what a woman. Within a minute I was inside her, feeling her tight walls open up to me again. "Gah", she gasped, her hands moving to my shoulders, gripping me tight. She felt so good wrapped around my cock, so warm and soft but tight at the same time. What a perfect combination. You wouldn't believe how it felt. This woman that I made writhing below me. She squeezed my ass as I thrust into her, over and over, hearing her cry out again and again. The next morning I had her over the table downstairs on her knees, my cock buried deep inside her pussy. I began to thrust into her hard, my hands on her hips from behind holding her to me, my balls slapping against her perfect butt. "Ohh, Daddy!" she cried out as she flung her head back. It didn't stop me. I shot a load into her pussy, holding her still as I began to relax. She leant up on her knees and leaned into me, sighing. I picked her up and put her on my bed upstairs while I ran her a bath. When it was ready I picked her up and she clung onto me. I sat her in the bath, and she leant back, her breasts bobbing on the surface, her eyes closed. I watched her for a minute. I went downstairs and opened a bottle of champagne and brought it to the bathroom. After we had a drink I nudged her. "Come on, arms up" she grinned and I began to sponge her torso. Her nipples got very hard and she was smiling at me. That sexy, catlike smile. "Are you going to be good or do I have to leave you to wash yourself?" I asked playfully. "Try me" she said, grinning. This was getting way too arousing for me. She turned around and wiggled her butt at me so I gave it a playful slap and she grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts. I got in the tub with her and pinned her up against the wall and she moaned as I penetrated her from behind, my hands moving from her hips to grope her breasts as I spoke to her. "You like driving me wild, don't you? You love getting my dick hard and teasing me with your body, hmm?" "Daddy.." she moaned. "Oh, so you think you're a Daddy's girl, huh? If that's what you wanna be then that's what I will treat you as" "Daddy fuck me hard" she said impatiently. The way she called me Daddy made me feel a bit weird, I didn't know whether I liked it or I didn't, but she was squeezing my cock inside her which was making me really want to fuck her even more. "Don't you like your cock being deep inside me, Daddy?" she asked, thrusting her hips back at me. "Yes darling, I love my cock being inside you" I squeezed her breasts and felt her hardened nipples under my palms. "You make me so wet Daddy" "Sweetheart.." I didn't know what to say. I loved feeling her and if she wasn't my real daughter then I probably would have found it sexy but this was no play acting: this was real. I held her to me tightly. "Im going downstairs" i said. I withdrew from her and got out of the tub. She turned around, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked quizzically. I stood there for a moment. She knew. "Oh", she said, turning around. "Cassie please try and understand" I started. "David, you aren't the only one you know, I do have to live with the fact that you're my father so I may as well get used to the fact" she said. I Didn't Know: An Incestual Journey ********** I washed and dressed and went downstairs. He was sitting at his desk. "Don't you want me?" I asked him, sitting on the edge of his study desk. "I want you more than you know, Cassie" he said. "Doesn't knowing who I am turn you on?" I pressed him, "You're my father!" "Yes, but I want you. You as a person". He said seriously. "I want you for the person that you are and the woman that you have become" "But doesn't it turn you on?" I asked. "You turn me on, Cassie" he replied. "But doesn't the thought that you're my Daddy turn you on just a little bit?" He stopped writing and put the pen down. He thought hard for a moment, silently. "At first I was horrified" he said softly. "but.. I..there was a feeling within me.. when I first saw you.. before we knew.. I just... even when we knew.. that I had to have you, Cass, I just had to. That was why I told you to go.. because I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop myself if you.. oh, god!" he was shaking, his head in his hands. I sat in front of him and spread my legs. "Please, David" I whispered. I lifted his chin up with my hand and he stared at me, his eyes wide and shining. "Please" I whispered again before bringing my face down to his and kissing him. "I want you to fuck me, and if you don't want to make it with me now then I'll never ask again, I'll leave you alone" I told him, nuzzling him, my foot on his thigh. We looked at each other for a minute. I leant back and let him decide. He put his hands to the back of my head and kissed me passionately, lifting me up. He walked up the stairs and took me to his bedroom. He lay me down and kissed me harder. "Oh Cassie", he murmured, kissing down my throat, "Cassie, I've never wanted anyone like this, not like this, I need to be inside you, oh Cassie, you're such a wonderful woman.. I can't believe I made someone so perfect" he opened my towel and massaged my breasts, kissing them and sucking on my nipples, tugging on them. "Cassie", he stood up and took his clothes off and I felt him on top of me again, his throbbing erection against my thigh proof of his wanton lust. "I want you inside me", I told him, pulling him to me. "I want it too" he said, bringing his hand down to stroke my pussy, finding it already wet. "Oh Cassie" he moaned as he penetrated me. "Daddy!" I cried out. I couldn't help it. His eyes burned into mine and he groaned and kissed me again, bringing his arms around me to hold me tight as he thrust inside me. "Be my Daddy always, never leave me", I whispered. "Be my sweetheart" "Oh Cassie" he spoke, thrusting deeper, "I couldn't think of anything I would want more" I was so turned on that I felt myself coming, "Ohh Daddy!" I cried as I pulsated around his cock. "Oh Baby" he moaned. "Daddy I want you to come, I know you want it too. Please come inside my pussy, it's so wet for you, I just came all over your big cock and you love it Daddy, I know you do, feel how wet I am" He gripped me tighter "Oh Baby I'm coming" he groaned. "Yes Daddy! Come in my tight pussy! I'm Yours!" I moaned as he climaxed, I felt the warmth of his come coating my insides. He held me tight until he relaxed. "I love you" he finally said. "I know" I answered. "No, I mean I really love you. I love you as a man loves a woman". I considered this. "..and I love you as a woman loves a man", I replied truthfully. "No one could be closer to me than this. No one shares the bond that we have now" I kissed him, stroking his face. "Cassie, will you be my woman?" he asked searchingly, staring into my eyes. "Your one and only" I promised. "Oh Cass, you've been my one and only since I first saw you in that coffee shop!" he exclaimed. I kissed him, my lips parted, my tongue searching his mouth, kissing him. "David, do you still mind me calling you Daddy?" I asked. "No", he reassured me, "in fact, it uh.. actually rather turns me on" he grinned at me. "I knew it!" I exclaimed. I was going to find out just how much. I pushed him back onto the bed... I Didn't Know Ch. 02 Two weeks later, Steph called me at the office. "Hi Dad. I heard you are going up to see granddad this weekend. Are you going alone?" "No, I managed to get your mother interested and maybe Josh too." "Oh, I wish I was able to come with you. I'd love to see the look on mother's face when she sees granddad's big cock." "Steph," I protested. "That's not the reason we're going up there. It's a weekend away for your mother." "Sure Dad. I know what the weekend is for and I wish I were coming with you. You'll have to call me when you get back and fill me in on all that happens." "I will." "Promise?" "Yes, I'll call you on Tuesday, ok?" "Ok, talk to you then," she said as she hung up the phone. Hesitating a little, I slowly hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute or two. My mind returned to two weeks before and I started to get a rising sensation in my groin, just from thinking about it. I smiled to myself as I sat thinking about what an erotic thrill it had been, just watching Steph and her grandfather and then watching him fuck himself on my cock, the way he did. I tried to forget it as I made small work of tiding up my desk and getting ready to leave. As I drove home, the words from Steph's phone call came back to me and I started to get hard again. I managed to get to our street without incident and made it into the house. In the foyer, I was greeted with a stack of luggage and a smiling wife. "We're ready, dear," she said after kissing me. "Josh is looking forward to this weekend so much, he can hardly wait to get going." "And how about you? You looking forward to it too?" "Yes, it will be a nice break. I just hope the weather cooperates." I packed all the things into the car and off we went. My mind was spinning a thousand miles an hour, thinking about what the possibilities were going to be when we got there. My wife noticed my quietness and asked me if I was all right. I assured her I was and we drove on, arriving in the late afternoon. I stopped the car and started to unpack the trunk. Josh was old enough to help but this was his first time he had ever been up here so he was off exploring before I even opened the trunk. Just as I got the last of the luggage out of the trunk, he appeared. I managed to get the bags into the house with Josh's help and up to the bedroom. My wife, in the mean time, had been exploring the house and I found her in the kitchen. "Well, what do you think?" I asked as she turned when she heard me enter. "I love it. It's so peaceful and open. I could get used to this very easily." "Well, come on. Let's go find the old man and see what he's up to." I led her out into the yard and down to the barn. I slowly opened the big door and walked inside. It was a bit gloomy and it took a few seconds for my eyes to get used to the darkness. When I could focus properly, I looked around and saw something that shocked me and yet pleased me at the same time. The old man was standing in a stall, the door open and Josh was inside with him. They both had their cocks out and were rubbing each other. I heard a gasp behind me and realized that my wife could see them too. I quickly turned around but it was too late. She was staring into the stall and watching the two of them carefully. She had a funny look on her face as she watched them and she was licking her lips, absentmindedly. A small grin came over her face. I looked back and Josh was on his knees, taking his grandfather's long, hard cock into his mouth. I heard the old man gasp as Josh started to suck him. I looked at my wife again. She was mesmerized, staring, smiling and softly groaning as she continued watching. When I looked back into the stall, the old man had pulled his pants all the way down, around his ankles, as Josh kept sucking him. I could hear the groans of pleasure coming from the old man as Josh continued and he held my son's head against his groin as he came in his mouth, grunting loudly as he did. I could see Josh's throat moving as he swallowed as fast as he could all the come erupting from the cock in his mouth as the old man held his head tighter and groaned louder. "You're a good cock sucker," the old man finally said as he pulled his spent cock out of Josh's mouth. "You've done this before, haven't you?" Josh stood up and smiled at him. "Yes, at school in the dorm." "You learned your lessons very well. Who says that no one learns anything at college, huh." I heard the two of them laugh. "Now you've made me wonder, what else you learned," the old man said, looking at Josh with a grin on his face. Josh smiled back at him and started to undo his pants. I quickly looked at my wife and she was staring at the two men, watching Josh's body appear slowly as he continued undressing. She let out a small gasp as he pulled his underwear down and his hard cock sprang out of them, pointing straight at the old man. "Oh, I see you've learned more," the old man laughed, grabbing hold of Josh, rubbing his rough hand up and down his length. Josh moaned and closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of his cock being rubbed by the old man. I looked again, at my wife and she was starting to breathe heavier. I could see a small bead of sweat forming on her upper lip. Her cheeks were getting redder as she continued watching her son and the old man explore each other in the middle of the stall. I noticed the old man had grown hard again and he moved closer to Josh. He leaned forward and said something we couldn't hear to Josh and then stepped back. Josh looked around. "I'd love to show you but I don't see anything in here we can use," Josh said, looking back at the old man. "I'd love to feel your cock inside my ass." The smile on the old man's face grew before he spoke. "What about your parents? Won't they wonder where you are?" "No, it's ok. They think I'm out exploring. They won't miss me for a little while, anyway." I heard a small gasp come from my wife and I quickly looked over at her. She had covered her mouth with her hand but was still staring at the two naked men in the stall. She looked at me and I gave her a motion to keep quiet which she did, taking her hand away from her mouth and smiling at me. I leaned closer and whispered to her. "Watch them but you have to be quiet and not let them suspect that we're watching." She nodded and turned her gaze back to the two men. I watched the old man walk over and grab a horse blanket from the side of the stall and throw it onto the floor of straw, then looking over at Josh. "Will this do?" he asked. Josh didn't say anything but got down on the blanket, arranged himself on his hands and knees and looked back over his shoulder as the old man lowered himself between his open legs. I saw him reach between Josh's legs and massage his balls, then reach up and run a finger slowly along his crack, pushing and probing with it. I heard a soft moan come out of Josh as he closed his eyes and waited for the old man to finish his inspection. The old man moved up and pushed the head of his hard cock against Josh's opening. Josh moaned again, pushing himself back against the old man. He grunted a little as the old man's head disappeared inside him, slowly sliding up his hole until the old man was completely inside him. I could see the old man's heavy balls resting against Josh's ass as he held on to Josh's hips, making sure that he was comfortable with his size and length before starting to fuck him. Again my wife let out a small gasp. I motioned for her to be quiet. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she watched the old man start to pump his cock in and out of her son's ass, making Josh groan over and over again as the old man thrust in and out of him. I could hear the old man grunting every time he thrust fully into Josh and Josh would groan every time he felt the head of the old man hit the end of his canal. As they continued, their actions got more frenzied and I could tell that it wouldn't be long before one or both of them would start to come. Just then, my wife took a hold of my arm and motioned for me to follow her. I quickly looked, once more, at the two men fucking and then turned to follow her out of the barn. When we got outside, I stopped my wife. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Nothing. It's just that watching those two fucking has made me so hot. I knew if I watched them any longer, I would give us away." I smiled at her and we walked slowly back to the house, taking seats on the porch. "Fuck, that was hot," my wife said after we had sat there for a few minutes. "Did you know about Josh?" "No, but I knew about the old man," I said, looking her straight in the eye. "Oh?" I told her about the last time we had come up. She didn't seem surprised about Steph but a funny look came over her face when I explained about the old man riding my cock. We sat for a few minutes without speaking. "I didn't know you were interested in men," she finally said, turning to look at me. "It's not that I'm interested in men, it's the old man who is gay." "How long have you known about him?" she asked. "Just since the last time we were here," I answered. Again we sat for a few minutes without saying anything. "You know what I'd like to see?" she finally said. "No, what?" I asked. "Well, now that I know about Josh and the old man, I'd like to see the three of you together." I knew where she was going but I wanted to hear her say it so I led her on a little. "What do you mean, together?" I asked. "You know. The three of you together." "Come on honey. Spit it out. Why would you like to see the three of us together?" She looked directly at me and without pausing said, "I'd like to see the three of you together fucking each other." "You mean you'd like to see me fuck the old man?" "No, I'd like to see you fucking Josh." "Why Josh?" I asked. She hesitated a little before answering. "Because it's so wrong but out here, it seems so right. I'd love to see your cock pounding his ass." I sat back and looked at her. She was serious and it made me squirm in response to the thought of having my cock deep inside my son's ass. I finally looked at her and answered. "You know, I'd like that too but I've never been fucked before." "Well, don't you think it's time you did. After all, its not only women who enjoy a big cock inside them. Lots of men do too." I didn't answer. "See, you're getting excited about it," she said, looking down at bulge in my pants. I smiled at her and looked towards the barn, wondering what the two men were doing. My wife stood up and tugged at my arm. "Come on, let's go join them,' she said, pulling me to my feet. I didn't hesitate and followed her towards the barn. Just as we got to the door, I stopped her. "What are you going to do?" I asked, searching her face as she looked up at me. "I'm going to watch for a while anyway, then who knows, I might even join in." She turned and reached for the door, opening it quietly and motioning for me to follow her. After getting adjusted to the gloom again, I followed her towards the stall. She stopped just outside it and I looked into it, seeing the old man bouncing up and down on Josh's cock. He was sweating profusely as he fucked himself with Josh's hardness and my wife was again, mesmerized by the sight. She quickly looked back at me and smiled, motioning me towards them. I stepped in front of her and entered the stall, undoing my pants as I went in. The old man saw me and smiled. "It looks like we have company," he said, not stopping. Josh looked over at me with a frightened look on his face as I took my clothes off. By the time I reached them, I was completely naked and my hard cock was standing straight out in front of me. I walked over and straddled Josh's head as he stared at my cock, waving above his face. Then I pointed it at his mouth and he opened it, accepting me without a thought. I watched my head disappear into his mouth and I groaned as he wrapped his lips around me, sucking me further into him. I felt the old man's hands on my back as he rode Josh. I didn't look back to see what my wife was doing but I knew she was watching us closely. I raised myself up on my knees and started to fuck Josh's mouth with long, slow thrusts, hitting the back of his throat every time I thrust into him. The old man was grunting behind me as he continued fucking himself with Josh's hard cock. Soon, the three of us were in a zone together, grunting and groaning as we fucked and sucked. I felt a tingle go through my balls and I exploded inside Josh's mouth, sending wave after wave of hot come streaming down his throat as he swallowed quickly. Soon I heard the old man grunt loudly behind me as Josh came inside his ass. "That's it boy. Fill my ass with your come," he said, breathing hard. "I love the feeling of a hard cock coming inside my ass." The three of us held ourselves in our positions for a few minutes while the old man took all of Josh's come up his ass while Josh swallowed all of mine. Then we separated and without looking around, I moved Josh up to his hands and knees. I quickly got between his legs and leaned down, running my tongue along his crack, licking and sucking on his hole while he pushed his ass back against my face. I felt the old man behind me, then the head of his cock was against my hole. I wasn't sure I was ready for it but I knew my wife was watching and wanted to see me get fucked in the ass. By this time, I didn't care and wanted to feel him inside me so I began to push ass against his head, wanting him to enter me. He knew what I wanted and I didn't have to wait very long to feel the first hard cock inside my body as he pushed harder until his head popped into me. I knew it was going to hurt but I had decided that it wouldn't matter how much it hurt, I was going to let the old man fuck me. I winced from the pain as he slid his whole length, slowly up into me until he was fully inside me ass. I could feel his balls against my ass as he held himself still inside me. The feeling was incredible and as he held himself in me, I started to tongue fuck Josh's ass, trying to get as far inside him with my tongue as I could. Then the old man started to pump himself in and out of me, sending me over the edge, the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of my ass, overwhelming me. My nose was mashed against Josh as the old man fucked me and I couldn't get enough of either of them. I knew I wanted the old man to continue but I also wanted to fuck Josh at the same time so I stopped tonguing him and rose up a little so I could get my head against his ass. He instantly knew what I wanted and moved so I was pushing inside him as the old man continued pumping me. The tightness of Josh's ass was something I hadn't expected and I found it so erotic to be inside him, I didn't feel my ass being pounded. My mind was in two places at the same time, but I finally got my whole length up Josh and started fucking him in rhythm, with the cock pounding my ass. Both Josh and I were groaning as we continued and I knew it wouldn't be long until I came inside him. At the same time, I wanted to feel the old man explode inside me. I thrust into Josh once more and came, sending a large glob of hot come up into him as he groaned under me. Then I felt the old man's cock twitch and his come erupting from his head deep inside my ass. I groaned at the feeling of him coming over and over again as we both finished. I slowly pulled myself out of Josh and let the old man do the same to me before rolling away from them both. When I looked up, there was my wife standing over the three of us, her clothes off and her finger madly circling her clit as she swayed on her feet. She was staring at the three of us and without saying anything, sank down to her knees beside us. The old man reached over and ran his hand across one of her breasts, sending a loud groan from her lips. She looked at him and moved closer to him, letting him fondle her more openly and harder. She then looked over at Josh. I looked at him too and saw that his cock was standing straight up in the air. Without a word, my wife moved over and squatted down on him and slowly took all of him inside her cunt. She groaned as she slide the whole length of him until all I could see was her ass sitting on his groin, his pubic hair matted under her. Then she slowly raised herself up his length again before bouncing back down to his groin. I heard their skin slap together as she started to work herself up and down him as he held onto her hips, helping her. I looked over at the old man and he was watching the two of them with a slight grin on his face. I could see that he was getting excited again as he was getting another erection. I knew I was in no condition to join them so I just sat and watched as the old man got behind my wife and pushed her forward until her ass was sticking up towards him. He then pushed his head against her ass hole and entered her, sending a loud groan from her as he pushed his entire length up into her. I could see mother and son exploring each other's mouth with their tongues as the two men fucked my wife at the same time. I was in awe as I watched two hard cocks appear and disappear into her two holes. I wondered when my wife had ever had a cock deep inside her ass before but that thought left my mind quickly as I watched her take on the two men. Soon they were all coming together. The old man grunted and started to fill her ass with hot come while Josh came inside her cunt, sending her to a place I hoped she had never been before. It didn't take long for them to finish, as the two men were exhausted from our earlier activity. The old man pulled himself out of her and rolled away, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath as my wife got off her son. Josh had a funny look on his face as he watched his mother get off his cock and stand over him, her cunt and ass dripping come. She looked down at him and smiled. "I love your cock, son," she said. He just looked up at her and grinned a little. "You don't know how long I've wanted your cock inside me," she said. "And you," she said as she turned towards to old man. "That was the best ass fucking I've ever had. Your cock filled me so full, I thought I was going to split wide open. It felt so good." The old man got up and hugged her, holding her against his slimy, sweaty body as he explored her ass again with his fingers. She leaned back and looked up at him, smiling. "You're insatiable," she said as he continued fingering her ass. "I can't believe you want more." He looked down at her and smiled, still running his finger up and down her crack as she opened her legs a little, letting him feel the wet surface of her crack. So this is what it had come to. I had fulfilled my wife's fantasy and had the first hard cock deep inside my ass while she had taken the two of them on, letting them fuck her two holes at the same time. I just wondered where this was all leading too. It didn't take long to find out as the two of them started in on her again, lowering her onto the floor of the stall and each taking their positions between her wide, open legs. I watched them fuck her again as Josh filled her cunt with his hard cock while the old man fucked her ass, filling her with another load of hot come. This time, when they separated, it was the old man who called a halt to the proceedings. He could hardly talk he was so exhausted and I knew that there would be another chance later, for all of us to get together, as my wife had said and there was. I Didn't Know How To Tell Him It was over 14 years ago when I first started a new job after being at a dead end job which was giving me an ulcer. I gave my notice there and began my search for a more rewarding job and won't land me in the hospital. After searching the newspaper daily, going on line and signing up with agencies, I stumbled across one in the newspaper that was in of all places my doctor's office and I noticed it was over 2 weeks old, but I thought I would give it a shot. After my doctor's appointment, I went down to my car and gave them a call. Much to my surprise the position was still open and it was only the next town from my house. Today was Friday and we scheduled my interview for early Monday morning. I was asked to bring my recent resume and any letters I may have from former employees. I had it all ready to go and on my way home I decided to take a ride to just be sure I knew where it was and I was right. It would take me all of 10 minutes to get there. Sunday evening came and I decided to check out my wardrobe for something to wear for my interview. I found a three piece suit (Skirt, vest and jacket) and a white blouse that I bought and never wore. It was black and white and I had a new pair of white and a new pair of black shoes and a handbag and a brand new briefcase that was given to me by a former customer of mine from my last job. He had a brother in the leather business and it even had my initials in script across the front of it. I would be able to bring my paperwork in it among extra pens, a pair of panty hose among other things in it and look professional. Monday morning came and I was up early and got myself and shave, eyebrows plucked and and shower and a hot oil treatment for my hair which was just touched up a two weeks ago - my best friend's son got married. I wasn't nervous at all and I'm usually a huge worry wart. My hair came out great and I looked smart in my outfit and the briefcase made me look smart and professional. I put on very little make up so I wouldn't look like I was made up. I hardly ever wore it and I was always told I didn't need any with my natural good looks. I got in my car and drove to my interview. I met with the receptionist who gave me an application to fill out and attach all my necessary paperwork to it. I was sent to a large office with two large desks and a typewriter, and a PC with all the works - scanner and fax too. She returned to get my paperwork and told me that the boss would be in shortly to see me. I check myself out in the mirror in my briefcase and I had to admit that I did look good. I had a good vibe and was hoping that I would get the job. In walked in this very beautiful lady that was dressed in a designer suit and designer eye glasses and carried herself very well. She shook my hand and introduced herself and asked me to sit down and tell her about myself and my working experience. I was really comfortable around her and I tried not to get all nervous last minute and stumbled on my words. She seemed very impressed with what I was telling her and she read my paperwork and asked me a few things and told me she wanted me to just take a trial run on what the position was all about and how I would handle myself in a simulation of a typical day. I aced it and I knew it and I didn't want to show a cocky attitude. She asked me when I would be able to start if offered the position and I told her as early as next Monday. She offered me the job and also told me that she had a little adjustment in the salary that she discussed with me on the phone and she would be offering me more because of my previous experience. She told me that I was dressed very nice and we dressed up every day but Friday which she treats as dress down day. I took her hand and shook it and thanked her for giving me the chance to work for her. Driving home I decided that this week I would take to get myself some new clothes dressy and dress down. I called my best friend to share the news with her and she said she wanted to get "the gang" together to celebrate my new position. We made a date for meet on Friday night in one of our new spots. She took care of calling everyone and said we would meet there about 7:30. We had a great time and everyone was so happy for me. To my surprise each of them bought me a little gift to wish me luck with my job. I received a new cell phone and gift cards to some of my favorite stores. I don't know why they did all that but I have to say I do have the best friends and I have one that has been my friend over 30 years. I was a bit nervous for my first day but I calmed myself with a cup of my favorite hazelnut blend and a couple of eggs over easy with bacon and some rye toast. I got myself in the shower and changed my mind about a dozen times on what to wear. I was driving in and called my best friend and she wished me luck and told me to call her on my lunch break. What a great office building and the inside was breathe taking. All paintings and artwork and pottery. I was on the 5th floor and I to go to rum 505. I opened the door and the receptionist remembered me and told her she would call my boss and then showed me my office. What an office - it was beautiful and done with great taste. There was vase on fresh cut flowers on the side of my desk and it was from all my friends wishing me good luck. My boss walked and welcomed me again and we started by having a cup of coffee and showed me some assignments that she wanted me to work on. She then took me around to me my co-workers and get accustom to where things were and get to meet my co-worker. Everyone was really nice and told me to ask for their help if I needed it. We had a cafeteria and the food smelled great. We got a hot or cold meal with beverages (coffee, tea, sodas, juices, etc) all for just $2. As I passed my office I noticed the office 3 doors down was occupied by a very attractive black man. I wasn't introduced to him as of yet, but if they didn't get to introduce us, I would have no problem introducing myself. He must have seen me because he came out of his office and introduced himself to me; his name was James. What a handsome man he was and seem to have it all; he was told and built like a football player, he had a great smile, dark black eyes and skin to match with a pencil thin beard and dimples in both his cheeks and they were deep and sexy. I'm sucker for dimples and black men. I am white and I am always teased by my friends and told that I like "dark meat" and also I had jungle fever. The morning just flew by as I looked at all and worked on all that was given to me. I decided to take my lunch at 1 and called my best friend and told her about the job and about James. As soon as I hung up, James was coming my way and asked if he could sit with me and I told him of course. We talked about the company, about my job and his and also about ourselves. I found out that he isn't married but had 2 nieces and 3 nephews that he thought the world of. He was going to show me their pictures on our way back to our offices. I told him that I wasn't married and that I had 1 niece and 1 nephew. I didn't have my pictures with me but I would be bringing them in soon. I have to have pictures on my desk and around me because they give me a boast and a lift if I'm having a bad day. I always had my sister's pic and my parents and then I had few group shots of myself and my friends. We walked into his office and he showed me the pictures and each child was so cute. His brother hand 1 girl and 2 boys and his sister and 1 girl and 1 boy. His sister had a white husband and her children were a mocha color and his brother and sister were both black and their children were black and brownish black. There was a picture of an older black woman in a frame by itself and he said that was his mom. His dad took off several months after he was born and end up drinking himself to death. He never knew him. His mother re-married but he didn't like her new husband as he always called him a spoiled brat. He was the youngest and seemed to get whatever he wanted. I told him I was sorry to hear that and he said that he loves his mother and his brother, sister, brother in law and sister in law and his nieces and nephews. Told him I would bring in my pics this week and he said he's looking forward to it. When I got to work the next day, I was told that James and I would be working together for a while. I was thrilled but who knew if he was knowing that we would be working together. I found myself staring at him and hoping that he didn't notice. We had lunch together almost everyday and worked late every other night. He never tried anything with me and I wasn't disappointed; I was impressed with his manners. We were always working together and I could find myself daydreaming all about me and hoping he didn't notice me staring at him. It went on for months and I was really starting to get really comfortable with my job and with all my co-workers. One lunchtime I went to the cafeteria to have lunch and as I looked around for James, I felt these arms around me and a whisper of "How's my girl??" I was shocked but it felt so good to have those huge black arms around me. He was like a big black teddy bear and it made me start to get a little damp in the panties. We shared a tray which carried our two salads and diet sodas. We went to "our table" and talked and I boldly invited him over for dinner over the up-coming weekend and he accepted. I gave him my address and phone numbers and asked him if there was anything he wasn't fond of so I don't make it and he said he wasn't big on seafood but he ate everything else. I know he has talked about steak and chicken being favorites with mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, collard greens, gravy and loved chocolate cake. I planned my menu around that and made that for him. I tried out the dinner on my best friend and she loved it and I was hoping it would come out just as good on Saturday night for James. I went to the store and ordered all that I need and would pick it up Saturday nice and fresh. I also stopped at the store for something new to wear and then to the liquor store for the beer, wine and JD. I kept toying with the idea of telling James how I felt about him but I didn't want to spoil our great relationship and friendship. I was so proud how my cake came out and also the cuts of the steak and the chicken pieces I bought. I never made collard greens until I made it the other night and it was good as they are usually bitter but I cooked them in chicken broth which took out the bitter flavor. James was on time at 6:30 as he was at my door carrying a beautiful floral arrangement for me which I thanked him with a kiss on his cheek. That was the first contact I had with him like that and his skin was so soft. I was getting wet again but had to keep myself under control. I had the bar all set up for him so he could help himself and he also got a drink ready for me too. I had a spread cheeses, pepperoni and crackers set out and a small veggie platter with dip. I told him to put on the television and he said he would rather have some music on. I had a great collection of CD's that carried a great variety of music so I told him to check out the collections and feel free to put on anything his little heart desired. I went into the kitchen to get my dinner all in order as I had to time it all to come together close to all the same time. I heard in the background my Marvin Gaye CD which "Let's Get It On" and I was thinking about getting on with James but he probably wasn't interested. But why did he come to dinner I thought but fought with my feelings and had to be good. As I got out my marinated steaks and chicken out and placed them on my counter, James came up behind me with a big bear hug as "Sexually Healing" was playing. He kissed the back of my neck and I could feel myself getting lost in his arms. I suddenly felt something and I was sure it was a hard on but I had to be sure. As he broke the hug, I could see that he was sporting a hard on and it was for me. I turned into him and we kissed as we both stuck our tongues down each other's throat and I was in heaven. We broke the kiss and he was smiling at me and I looked towards his crotch and I saw the hard on and I reached to touch it and he had no issue with what I was about to do. He reached for and I let him squeeze my titties as I felt his throbbing cock thru his pants. I allowed his hands to touch and squeeze my titties as he squeezed them and my nipples were hard as rocks. I had to tell him how I felt I thought and then he took me by the hand and took me into my bedroom where he sat me down and we kissed deeper than before and touched and moaned almost in stereo as I could feel myself ready to explode. He started to take off my sweater and when he finally it over my head, my size 40DDD were right there in his face as I was large but firm. One hand squeezed my tittie until it tingled as he took the other in his mouth where he sucked and nibble on my nipple and then changed placed. I could see the bulge in his pants as he cock was growing and I wanted so badly to suck him off and make him hard and wanted him to fuck me hard. I stopped before anything further went on and I took James' hand and looked him in the eyes and told him that I was attracted to him and have been since my first day. He told me that he was attracted to me too and that he wanted nothing more than to make passionate love to me right here and right now. We kissed and we touched and we undressed as he spread me acrossed the bed and started to enter me with his huge black throbbing cock. I asked him if I could suck him off and he said he would love it. As he let me get to my knees and take his cock into my mouth I could hear him moaning and with all he licks and sucks in no time he had a full erection and he told me it was time for him to fuck my brains out. Again he spread me across the bed and thrust his cock inside my oh so wet pussy that had exploded. He was entering me and pulling and thrusts were getting harder and harder and then he turned me onto my stomach as we did it doggy style as he grabbed by big white titties squeezed them and then my nipples and I could feel my own cum. He put be on my back again and as he started to fuck my white pussy with his black cock he announced how he had to "cum" and I told he I wanted to swallow some and then wanted him to squirt his hot load all over my face and my chest. His cum was warm and delicious and then he squirt a huge load on my face and my titties. After he emptied I rubbed in his cum and made sure I sucked what ever was on the head of his cock as not to waste that delicious cum. We fell asleep on my bed as our food remained on the counter and it was uncooked and we woke up about 3 hours later and refrigerated the food and went back into the bed room and had more sex both oral and vaginal. He asked me if he could fuck my white ass and I told him I was a virgin to the ass fuck but asked him if he would lube up himself and my ass really well and then be careful and take it easy with me. He was so lubed and I was too and he fucked me slow and then picked up some speed as I enjoyed he ass fucking I was getting and then he fucked my pussy again an I wanted more ass fucking a before you know it James had come all over me and even came inside my pussy. I've never been happier and I hope that he is too. Next week we have a 3-day weekend and he is taking me to Las Vegas - hey what happens in Vegas stay in Vegas.....to be continued I Didn't Know I Had It In Me After a bad relationship I had decided to take some time off from dating and sex. My self imposed celibacy had been going on two years. At first it had been really hard, I would wake up finding myself masturbating. But before long I was doing alright with it. I had inherited some money from an Uncle and could take my dream vacation. I had always wanted to go to England and the time and opportunity had finally come. I had a friend that had been living in London for several years. She was thrilled that I was finally coming to visit her and couldn't wait to show me the sights. The first week I had been there we caught up and she showed me all the sights, it had been wonderful. Of course she had to work during the day, but I always found things to occupy my time. On the Friday night of my second week, she told me about a club she wanted to take me to. She said it was a private club, and she had missed last week and really wanted to go this week. I was up for a night out. I was surprised by her outfit, she having always been a bit on the dull side in her dress walked out of her bedroom in a skirt that barley covered her bottom and a shirt that showed off most of her ample breast. "Wow Carrie, that's some outfit. I feel a little overdressed." "No problem you can borrow something of mine." Before long I was dressed in black PVC. A black all in one teddy that had crisscross laces that barely got tight enough to cover my chest and a skirt. "Carrie, I don't know about this. I look like I'm going to be walking the streets looking for johns." "Trust me sweetie, you look great. You're going to be the center of attention tonight." I didn't think I wanted to be the center of attention, but I was on vacation and everyone knows that what happens on vacation doesn't count, so I went with it. It took an hour to get to the club and when we walked inside I felt totally out of place. It looked like business men and woman having cocktail hour. Even though it was 10 at night. Ordering a drink Carrie took me by the hand and led me toward the back of the room. There was a door there and she knocked on it and soon we were inside another room. It was large and smelled of that musky scent of sex. Looking around I saw couples scattered about in states of undress. Some were talking and teasing, others were fucking. "Carrie, what the hell is this place?" "It's a sex club, I love it here. You're sure to get laid now." "I didn't want to get laid; I told you I was taking a break." "Yes you did Sara, but two years is long enough. It's time for a little fun." Taking my hand she led me to a table in the back of the room. Sitting down I looked around the room in stunned silence. There was couples, man on man, girl on girl and all other mixes. Soon a group of men approached our table. They all knew Carrie and sat down to chat with us. After several minutes, someone suggested that we get naked. In turn around the table one by one everyone began to strip. When it was my turn I sat there a little shocked. With some encouragement I did take off my clothes, but quickly covered myself. When the last guy took off his clothes I was stunned. I looked at his face and then down. I looked from him to Carrie. "Beautiful isn't it." Carrie whispered in my ear. "I've never seen anything like that, outside a John Holmes video." "He's actually bigger than him and when he fills you, you know it." I didn't know what to do or say, I just sat there stunned. When I turned back to say something to Carrie she was unable to say a word. To my surprise there was a cock in her mouth and one of the guys was on his knees licking her pussy. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that quiet, shy Carrie was doing this. Needing to compose myself, I looked off toward the door wondering if I could escape. "I know you're nervous." The man beside me said. "So why don't you just watch a bit and if you get excited then you can give me a tap on the shoulder." Nodding my head, I watched in surprise as the two men beside me began kissing. Soon Mr. Massive cock was bent over sucking the other guys cock. I couldn't believe it. By now there were moans and grunts coming from all over the room. People were fucking and sucking everywhere and then there were people just sitting back watching. I had never known places like this existed. I had never told anyone of my secret desires. Always holding them close for fear people would think I was sick. But watching this man suck off the other was totally erotic. Before I took my vow of celibacy I would often watch Bi-Sex movies and Gay porn. I enjoyed the Bi sex more. Watching a girl fuck a guy in the ass or having one cock in the girl and the other up her partner's tight ass. For the first time in years I was in a total state of euphoria. Hearing a shuffle beside me I turned to watch Carrie lower herself onto one of her partner's cocks while the other one got ready to penetrate her ass. She was moaning and clearly enjoying herself. I couldn't take anymore. My pussy was soaking wet, and it was time I saw how receptive Mr. Big Cock was. Running my fingers over and into my pussy I lubed them up well and taking a chance I spread his cheeks and slowly inserted my finger. He stopped what he was doing long enough to turn and look at me. A smile on his face as he pushed back. It seemed he was in to it. Soon he was moving in time to my finger and I knew he wanted more. Slowly I inserted another finger and he moaned. Before long I was ramming my fingers in and out of his ass and he was moaning louder and louder. Now I was really excited and felt I need a little attention. Tapping him on the shoulder he turned and looked at me. "My turn, I want you to lick my pussy NOW!" It turned out that my new friend was submissive and that was thrill. He dropped to his knees and went to work on my pussy. Lapping up all my juice, he was good at what he did. I motioned for his friend to come closer to me as he got within reach I grabbed a hold of his cock and pulled him closer to me. Within seconds I was sucking his cock he was holding my head and pumping his cock into my mouth. I was overcome with lust. His moans were getting louder and I knew he was about to cum. As he started to cum, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and pointed it toward my pussy. Where it landed with a plop. "Hey pussy boy, lick that up." Without hesitation he was there licking it all up. It was so exquisite. But I need a cock inside of me and since his friend was spent and walked off, I took my new charge and pulled him up to me, and kissed him deep. "Do you want to fuck me?" "Oh yes mistress please may I?" "Yes, but I want you to go slow. I'll tell you how much to put in." "Yes mistress whatever you say." Placing the head of his cock at my opening, I instructed him to push in just the head. He did and we both moaned. After all this time I was tight and from all that had been going on wet. I knew I wanted it all and but I made him wait. That was when I saw a man standing close by watching the action. His cock wasn't really long, it was average in length but it was thick as a baseball bat. I wanted to see it in my new lover's ass in the worst way. "Have you ever had a cock in your ass?" "No just fingers and a few small anal toys." "You like anal play though right?" "Yes." "What if I said I want you to let a man fuck your ass? As your mistress you would have to allow it." "Yes, I have to do whatever you say now. I'm you're toy to do with as you wish." "Very good, you want to stick more of your cock inside of me." "Yes please, your cunny is so tight and wet. I want to bury myself inside of you." "Then do it. Fuck me with that big piece of meat." He moved inside of me slowly at first and then I couldn't take it anymore. I began meeting his thrusts. It had been such a long time and to have a cock this big inside of me was just too good. Taking a chance I looked up to see that our voyeur had gotten a little closer. So I motioned for him to come closer. "What do you want?" I ask in my sexiest voice. "I want to fuck his ass it's so hot sticking out there." "Lube him up and have at it, but you must go slow." He nodded and walking away came back seconds later with a bottle of lube. Soon he was massaging it into my new lover's asshole. He was moaning, unaware of what was about to happen. Then he felt it. The head of a massive cock pushing inside of him. He tried to shake it off but I stopped him. "Be a good little bitch or I'll have to punish you." He held perfectly still and allowed the intruder to make his way inside. By now I was in a constant state of orgasm. It was just flowing from me freely. I watched as inch by inch this massive cock disappeared inside. "How does it feel?" I ask my new lover. "Hot, tight and it hurts." That was the last word he said as the massive cock touched his prostate. His moan was loud. "Oh you're such a good little slut aren't you? You like having that cock in your ass don't you." "Oh yes mistress, it feels like nothing I've ever had before." "Beg him to fuck you." Without hesitation he did just that. "Oh please fuck me with your big cock. Fuck me hard." The man behind him began pumping his cock harder and faster. His moans loud. He reached up and took a hold of his new lover's hair and pulled his head back. With each thrust he made into our new lover's ass a little more of the cock inside me went. Looking over I saw Carrie was alone and watching the action with her eyes wide. I was into this new role of dominatrix. "Get your cunt over here so I can have a taste." "Yes mistress." She answered. Soon she was covering my face and I was lapping up all the juice inside of her. We must have been putting on quite a show because a crowd was gathering around us. It wasn't long before I heard the latecomer say he was going to cum. Pushing Carrie to the side, I wanted to watch him fill that hot little ass. "That's it fill my bitch with your cum." That was all it took and he rammed his cock in one more time and filled him with his seed. Feeling bold I told Carrie to go around and clean up my new lover. A man whose name I still didn't know. She jumped down from where she was and went to work. My new lover moaning in delight. "Now I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast." "Yes mistress!" he replied. He started working his massive tool inside of me. I wanted it all and would settle for nothing less. I began working with him until he was buried deep inside of me. It was wonderful. I had never been so horny. With all that had gone on it didn't take my lover long before he began cumming. When he pulled out of me, I pushed his cock into Carries waiting mouth and she sucked him drug. The crowd that had gathered began to clap. I was far from done. Carrie didn't know what she had done by starting this. Settling back, my new lover started to get dressed. I stopped him telling him he was mine now and he would leave with me. He looked a little shocked but didn't argue. I still had another week in England and I was far from done with this guy. I Didn't Know I Married Such a Slut A few weeks after I got married we had a friend stay over from out of state for the weekend. We hadn't seen him in awhile, so there was more than a little drinking and catching up. Pretty late in the night he and I stepped out to smoke. She came out and he gave her an evil grin. "So whats up with a threesome?" I laughed and she stomped off. We hung out, talking about her, I told him she wouldn't go for it. I was about to be proven very wrong. We walked back inside and she was nowhere to be seen. She came out of the bedroom wearing an outfit I'd bought for her but she hadn't had a chance to wear yet. One of those sheer black bodysuits. "Last one in bed is a rotten egg," she said before walking away. We looked at each other for a second, and ran after her. We damn near tackled her onto the bed and stripped off our clothes. He had his face between her legs before I got my pants off. I rubbed her hard nipples through the nylon. He was going to town on her, and she was loving it. I pulled a nipple out to suck on it and she ran a hand through my hair. I asked if she really wanted this. She answered by grabbing his head with both hands and damn near screaming. "Fuck," he said, coming up for air, "I love your motherfucking pussy." I ran my hand between her legs, she was soaked. I'd never felt her so wet. He and I took the bodysuit off, kissing the flesh we exposed. We got it off her and I climbed on top. I drove my big cock in her hard and started pounding her. She had her head turned to the side kissing him as he played with her small tits. I knew I was gonna cum too soon so I pulled out. She was moaning for him to fuck her. I got up and went to the dresser and handed him a condom. I stood and watched from behind as he opened the condom wrapper. I saw as my friend entered my new wife. He was pumping her slowly and kissing her. They rolled over so she could ride him. That's when I saw the unused condom on the bed next to where they were. I moved to the bed and kissed her. I ran my hands over her body, even rubbed her clit as he did her. I looked in her eyes and kissed her again. "Why isn't he wearing his condom, " I asked. "Not tonight," she moaned, "no fucking condoms." She had her hands on his ass, pulling him in. "Jen," he panted, "I'm gonna fucking cum!" She pulled wrapper her legs around him, moaning as he shot his load into her. He kept pumping for a few thrusts, and collapsed on her. They made out for a bit and he pulled out and laid next to her on the other side. I reached down to her pussy, she was wet as hell, now it was his cum too. "Dude your wife has a bomb ass pussy." sucking her nipple. "That's why I married her," I said as I took a moment to see another mans sperm dripping out of her. I pulled her onto all fours and slid my dick in her slowly. "You like that," I asked, pumping her slowly, enjoying her cum and his on my cock. "God yes." "You little fucking slut," I started fucking her harder. I couldn't last after what I saw, and I didn't. I grabbed her hips and added the second load of cum into my wife, it felt like I'd never stop. He stood up and she and I laid there holding each other. I couldn't stop fingering her. Her bald little pussy felt amazing with two loads in it. "You guys take a break, I'm gonna take a quick shower," she said kissing me, biting my lower lip. I spanked her as she got up. I fished my smokes out of my pocket and my lighter. He and I walked to my back porch, grabbing the rum bottle on our way out, still naked, no point being modest now. I wasn't trying to look, but he had a short thick cock, there was still a little bit of cum dangling off his cock head. "Dude, that was some good shit, I wasn't sure what to do when she pulled the condom off, but fuck dude, I had too." "Its all good bro," I grabbed our rum and took a swig, handing him the bottle. All I could see was him in her, him thrusting as he came. "I hope she wont get fucking pregnant," he said handing the bottle back. "Nah," I said as I took a swig, thinking about that, "she's on the pill," I lied. We finished our cigarettes in silence. Pictures of him in her still in my head. I told him to wait outside and I'd check on her. I walked in and she was just toweling off. I walked up and kissed her. "So," I kissed her again, "is that it?" "Come back in another five minutes." I went back outside with him and we lit another cigarette. I realized we were both standing there stroking our cocks. We drank a little more, then just stood out there. "Babe," she yelled from inside the house. We jumped at the sound and went back inside. She was on the bed, naked with a bottle of flavored lube on her stomach. She patted the bed on both sides of her, and I got on her right, Sean on her left. She dribbled some of it on my cock, it jumped as the lube fell on it. She did the same to him, then laid on her back, stroking us both as we each sucked a nipple. She was kissing him and I was licking her nipples and neck. She moved down, kissing down to his cock. I could see her head bobbing up and down. I slid my head along her pussy, she was still soaked. I laid on my side and entered her. She was sucking up and down fast I tried to match her speed and timed my thrusts. "Goddamn you're such a little fucking slut," he said as he pushed her head up and down his fat cock. That made me start doing her harder. "You dirty little slut," I said as I fucked her. She stopped sucking him and moved to me. She smiled before she started sucking my big wet cock. She was going down on me and he watched us, stroking his dick. I laid there and let here suck me and he moved down to lick her from behind. She was squirming from his tongue. "Fuck me baby," I moaned as she sucked me. She kissed up my stomach and chest, up to my face and straddled me. I gripped her ass cheeks and bounced her on my cock, it was a jumble of voices, between her, me and him. "Yes.... Baby...God I love you... Fucking whore... Do me... Cum daddy..." There was so much dirty talk, even I tuned it out after a point. I concentrated on my wife riding my cock. She was grinding like she was getting paid for it. After what I'd seen I told her I was going to cum soon. She rode harder, I couldn't handle it. I came again in her. She moaned as I shot in her. She leaned down and kissed me. She kept riding until I was drained. "Mmm ride me," he said, pulling her onto him. She lowered onto his prick slowly, moaning his name. I Just watched, I had a good view of him stretching her. They went at it forever, he finally rolled her onto her back. "Jen," he said, "I am going to," he sucked her nipples, "fucking cum in you again." After he came, we just laid in bed, me on one side, Sean the other. We fell asleep naked and she was dripping. It was an amazing night. I Didn't Know She Was A Vampire This is a Winter Holiday contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. This is a Winter Holiday contest story. Too many readers don't vote. Please vote. I need the support of your vote. * A man picks up a woman in a bar who turns out to be a vampire. * Because I live alone and, usually, am so sexually frustratingly lonely, the period from Thanksgiving through to the New Year's holidays are always more problematic for me. To be honest, torturously depressing and aggravatingly annoying are more the descriptive words for how I feel during those six weeks. I avoid the bustling crowds, shopping malls, and supermarkets by buying whatever I can ahead of time and freezing it. Instead of having to put up with long lines of people, who are just as impatient and frazzled as I am, I'd rather run out to a convenience store for whatever I need. Having grown up in an orphanage, I never believed in Santa Claus. The way that I figured it was, if there was a Santa Claus, he would have gotten me out of that Hell hole by finding someone to adopt me, but he didn't and no one did. Having never known my parents, I've spent my whole life looking for love and only finding sex. Now, unfortunately, unable to tell the difference between good sex and true love, nonetheless, having sex with an endless procession of women has served me well. Never having received any toys for Christmas as a child, other than the few trinkets that they gave us at the orphanage, and never having had children of my own, as an adult, I've grown to hate kids. I hate hearing Christmas music. I hate the cold, the ice, and the wind. I hate snow. I swear, if I hear Jose Feliciano sing Feliz Navidad, one more time, I'll kill someone. And don't get me started on Burl Ives singing Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. Not having anyone special in my life, because I'm so depressed anyway, I usually drink more during that time. Other than to watch sports on television, what else is there to do but to drink? Actually, now that I think more about it, I don't need a reason to drink. I'm a drunk and drinking is what I do from the time that I wake up to the time that I go to bed. Nonetheless, unless I get lucky with some woman, having no one to celebrate the Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year holidays with, I usually hang out at the bar and celebrate the holidays with my drinking buddies. Being that we're just drinking buddies, we don't buy one another gifts, per se, we buy one another drinks. Even though we're all in the same boat, alone and lonely, we still manage to have a good time talking, laughing, and drinking. Only, as soon as I entered the place, Christmas music hit me in the face like a cold shower. Then, when Jose Feliciano came on the radio and started singing, Feliz Navidad, I was about to yell to Dave, the bartender, to turn that shit off and put on the football game, when I noticed her. There sitting alone at the end of the bar was an unfamiliar face, a beautiful face, if ever I saw one. Someone new, it's always exciting to find fresh meat to hopefully hit on and to make a love connection. Only... I didn't know she was a vampire. C'mon, seriously, how was I to know she's a vampire? I didn't even know that vampires existed. Even if vampires exist, which I know now that they exist, I'd never think that a vampire looked anything like her. Besides, what are the odds of a vampire coming to my small town and hanging out at my drinking hole? Except for the cape that she wasn't wearing, the huge fangs she didn't have, and the pallor of her skin, she was tanned, what does a vampire even look like? Other than on TV or in the movies, I've never seen one to know. She looked like a normal, albeit beautiful woman to me. In hindsight, except for the tattoo on her leg, her arm, and her shoulder, and except for the big colorful tattoo above her butt crack, she looked like the typical woman hanging around a bar, while waiting for an interested and interesting man to buy her a drink. Yet, a lot of women are tattooed today, albeit admittedly not with tattoos of the Devil. Moreover, most tattooed women aren't vampires. To be honest, as if she was a shining star, mesmerized by the pretty sight of her, I didn't even notice her tattoos, that is, until I started talking to her and until I thought I was going to get lucky. Before I even had a drink and before I was even tipsy, then when every women suddenly becomes the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, she was the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life. Once I noticed her tattoos, I used them as a lead in and asked her about them to make conversation. I figured for her to have so many tattoos that tattoos were important to her. Maybe she's a tattoo artist. I never had sex with an artist before, a tattoo artist or any artist at all. Oh, yeah, in the way that I'd love to tattoo her, if you know what I mean, I'd let her tattoo me. "Merry Christmas," I said. "Nice tats." "Merry Christmas to you, too. Thank you," she said looking down at the tattoo on her arm, before looking up at me, while I looked at the exposed cleavage of her abundant breasts. "I just love this song. I love Jose Feliciano." "Me too," I said cracking a smile to lie through my teeth. "I love Christmas music. The only way today could be any more perfect is if Santa was to make an appearance and if it started snowing." "Yeah, Santa's a cool dude," she said. "I love kids, but I could never have any." "I don't have any kids either," I said. "I was an orphan." Yet, as soon as I told her that I was an orphan, I wondered why I said that. Perhaps, because she admitted that she loved kids and confessed that she couldn't have any. Yet, what does being an orphan have to do with not having kids. Whatever was the connection, it eluded me. "Me, too. I was an orphan, too," she said with a sad smile. Bingo! That's a real connection. I was in now. She sized me up with a curious look, before giving me a go ahead smile. Merry Christmas to me. Oh, boy, this could be my lucky day. "I'm Henry, Hank," I said offering her my hand, when I really wanted to skip all the introductions and just offer her my cock. "Susan," she said shaking my hand and pumping it, in the way that I imagined her pumping my cock. I couldn't help but stare at her jiggling breasts, while she shook my hand. Oh, my God. It wasn't much of a stretch for me to imagine her bouncing those boobs, while sitting on my cock, and me fondling those boobs, while she sucked my cock. Accustomed to the crusty, barnacle like, any port in a storm, used and abused, kind of women, who generally hang around the bar looking for free drinks, while hoping to get lucky, she had a soft and smooth hand, as soft and as smooth as I imagined was the rest of her shapely body. Thinking better of asking her why she was alone, figuring she had a fight with her boyfriend or husband to be here drinking alone on Christmas Day, of all days, I didn't want to go down that sad story road. Instead, hoping to keep a positive tone, I made my question more general and asked one that included me in her answer. "Are you alone on Christmas, too?" "Yep," she said suddenly loosing herself in her drink with a look of sadness. Ah, a sad woman, my kind of women. Maybe she was dumped. Maybe she was pushed out in the street and needs a place to stay. Maybe she'll want to use me as her old to new relationship rebound lover. I can be that for her. Rebound sex is always good. Maybe she'll think of me as her therapist, albeit her sexual therapist. There's nothing like injecting a bit of holiday joy and Yule time spirit in a depressed woman on Christmas, if you know what I mean. Ho! Ho! Ho! With all of those tattoos, I wondered if she had pieced nipples, too. Being that her tongue was pierced, I wondered if her clit was pierced, too. Imagining her tits bouncing up and down and side to side, so much like Santa's belly, when laughing, I couldn't help myself from imagining hanging ornaments on her nipples, before banging her, while singing Jingle Bells. Oh, yeah, Merry fucking Christmas to me. Suddenly, filled with the holiday spirit, I'm liking Christmas. "Hey, Dave! Turn up the volume on the radio. We can barely hear Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. I love Burl Ives," I said. "Would you like some company?" "Sure, why not," she said giving me a thoughtful look, along with a sexy smile. "It's always nice to make a new friend." Friend? Is that how she thinks of me, as a new friend, instead of as a potential fuck buddy? Yet, with that sexy look she flashed me, there was more to her choice of word, when she said the word friend, instead of lover. Wanting to be her sweaty Christmastime lover, I couldn't help myself from imagining that I'd be more than her friend. I bellied up to the bar to sit on the stool next to her. "What are you drinking?" "Beer," she said. Now normally, being a big beer drinker myself, had she been drinking beer from the bottle, I immediately would have known she was drinking beer but, judging her by her colorful tattoos, she was, no doubt, a lady of class and distinction and was drinking her beer from a glass. In the way that the light overhead lit up her face and her body, especially her abundant cleavage and partially exposed breasts, as if the bar light were high beamed headlights on those big tits, she could have been drinking a champagne cocktail for all that I paid attention to her drink in deference to her breasts. "Two beers," I said waving up two fingers, while being a bit disconcerted by the theme of her tattoos. "Are all your tattoos of the Devil?" I asked, while imagining her having tattoos of Satan on her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Hoping she'd show me those tattoos that I imagined were hidden beneath her clothes, I was still thinking about her ornament adorned breasts bouncing up and down and side to side, while fucking me. Now there's one Christmas bush that I'd love to light up and decorate with white frosting, if you know what I mean. "Yeah, I have a thing for the Fallen Angel," she said with a wise girl smile. Fallen Angel? A coincidental, perfect description of her, she was my Fallen Angel. Truth be told I didn't care if she had tattoos or not. Truth be told, never suspecting she was a vampire, I didn't care if she was the Devil reincarnated. She was hot and I was attracted to her. I have a thing for wise girls and was even more attracted to her, after she flashed me that sexy smile. Then, when she turned to face me and uncrossed and crossed her legs, while flashing me her bright, white panties in her feeble attempt to pull down her short skirt, she had the devil not only on the outside of her body but also inside of her, too. A big fan of a woman who purposely flashes me her bright, white panties, while making it appear accidental, this woman was so naughty that she was bad, but a good bad. Saving me from having to act like a gentleman, I love women who have been around the block a few times. The best sex I ever had was with a women who had just been released from prison. She fucked me, as if she was a sailor on shore leave, after being away at sea for too long. It's not my fault that I'm attracted to bleached blondes with big tits, but who isn't? No wonder why he's so jolly, even blonde, old Mrs. Claus is busty. Besides, she didn't reveal that she was a vampire to me, until months later, when she was leaving me for someone else. Pegging her correctly, I thought she was just a gold digging whore and I was right. Fortunately, but for a place for her to put her head, not having much more than fool's gold and a few sparkling nuggets, it was a good thing that I didn't have all that much gold for her to dig. I mean, I knew she was the type of woman who'd do anything for money, even pretend to love me. Being that it was obvious that she was, I knew she was a whore, but I didn't care. Actually, I preferred her being a whore than being a good Christian woman, not that a good Christian woman can't be a whore and vice versa. There are a lot of women who don't let their sexual appetites interfere with their love of God and the Bible. My kind of woman, holding a Bible in one hand and a cock in the other, look at all those parochial school girls who grow up to be sluts. While pretending that their still innocent virgins and nonconsensual and reluctant victims, many of those sexy, little bitches still save their parochial school uniforms to wear to the swingers' Halloween party. Many of those parochial school women still fall to their knees not only to pray but also to suck cock. Oh, yeah, a true believer in faith in that all of my prayers will, one day, be answered by getting lucky tonight, I love women of all religions. Now that I think more about it, a lot of the whores that I met, strippers, porn stars, and prostitutes are the nicest of women, whether they fall to their knees to pray or fall to their knees to suck my cock, I don't care which, so long as they always and eventually do the latter, after they're done doing the former. My only complaint with the woman, not that she was a gold digging whore, but that she was a vampire. With vampires being right up there with werewolves, zombies, and monsters, I never knew that vampires really existed, until that day she left me. I didn't know she had another agenda and that being to drink all my blood, after she took all my money. Truth be told, I thought she just wanted my money and not my blood, too. Truth be told, glad to be alive albeit broke, now that I know she wanted to suck me dry by sucking all my blood after stealing all my money, I'm glad to be rid of her. Now that I think more about it, in hindsight, I should have known she was a vampire from that time when I cut my thumb and she sucked the blood right out of my finger longer and harder than need be. After she sucked me dry, I didn't even need a bandage. Yet, in the way she sucked my finger, watching her take my thumb in her mouth and suck it, really suck it with her eyes rolling back in her head, if she was that enthusiastic about sucking my thumb, I figured she'd be even more enthusiastic sucking my cock. Boy was I right. For a gold digging, vampire, whore of a woman, she was the greatest cocksucker I ever met. Wow could she suck cock. From that first night, Christmas night, that I took her home, she was, bar none, the best lay that I ever had. Only, in hindsight, if I didn't know from the amazing sex we had, I should have known from the music she selected to play from my iTunes. Only Women Bleed, by Alice Cooper, If You Want Blood You Got It, by AC/DC, Hot Blooded, by Foreigner, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, by Black Sabbath, Flesh and Blood, by Johnny Cash, and (gulp) Drain the Blood by The Rural Alberta Advantage, every song had blood in the title. Still, even then, I was more interested in her hot body than in her weird song selection. Even after we had sex, when we were holding one another and learning more about one another, too enamored with her big tits, I still didn't make the connection that she was a vampire. We discussed everything from politics to religion. Then, when I asked her what her favorite books and movies were, while playing with her big tits and fingering her erect nipples, I was too focused on watching her fondling my cock than listening to what she was saying. "My favorite books are Blood Diamonds, In Cold Blood, and Book of Blood. My favorite movies are There Will Be Blood, Blood Done Sign My Name, and First Blood." Now that I know she's a vampire, it makes sense. Blood, blood, blood, everything was about blood. I should have known she was a vampire, but in the sexy way she look and how much she loved sex, how could I know she was a vampire? Even if she told me that she was a vampire, in the way she sucked my cock, I truly wouldn't care. Truth be told, I didn't stand a chance against her. I was doomed right from that first, deep, wet kiss. As soon as I closed the door to my apartment, she attacked me, not with bites but with kisses. Never have I kissed a woman who was so willing, so ready, and so passionate. Never has a woman returned my kisses in the way that Susan kissed me. As if she had died and returned to life, never have I felt such purely grateful, erotic, sexual emotion. There was no question about her wanting sex. There was no question about her wanting me. The only question was, a question that I didn't even know to ask at the time, that is, if I'd survive having sex with her. "Are you a vampire?" That's the only question that I should have asked her. Wow, sex with a vampire, who knew what a wild ride that would be? What a way to go? After having sex with a vampire, if I was to die, while having sex with Susan, I'd die a happy man. I'd die with a smile on my face. Accustomed to taking home a drunken broad and accustomed to having a wrestling match with her, before having my wicked way with her and then just receiving a lousy blowjob, I didn't have to do that with Susan. Never slapping my hand away, never pushing me back and threatening to yell rape, she welcomed my advances as much as she did my gropes and touches. As soon as we were alone in my apartment, she allowed me to touch her anywhere and everywhere. I kissed her while feeling her big breasts through her low cut blouse and bra. I kissed her, while sticking my hand down her top and fondling her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. I kissed her, while reaching beneath her skirt and feeling her panty clad ass and pussy. I kissed her, while pushing her panty aside and fingering her pussy. She kissed me, while feeling my cock through my pants. She kissed me, while unzipping me and reaching her hand inside. She kissed me, while pulling out my cock and stroking me. The only time she stopped kissing me was when she fell to her knees to take me in her mouth to suck my cock. "Oh, my God!" Normally, I'd have to ply my impromptu pickup dates with more alcohol to get them drunk and in the mood for them to kiss me, while I groped them. Normally, I'd have to wait until the drunken women passed out, before removing their clothes. Normally, the women would have to be sleeping, before I could strip them naked and have sex with their unconscious bodies. Only, this time, Susan was the one who stripped herself naked. "Wow!" From the time she was naked, it was all her show. Then, she stripped me naked, too. As if she was a wild animal, as if she was a testosterone charged man, never have I had a woman strip off my clothes, after stripping off her clothes. Then, once I was naked, she kissed and kissed me, while reaching down to fondle me with her hand. She was just as excited by my nakedness as I was excited by her nakedness. "Wow!" Then, once I had an erection, which was nearly immediate, she fell to her knees and took me in her mouth. Oh, my God, right from the first suck, I knew this was going to be a blowjob of a lifetime. Never have I been with a woman so skilled at cock sucking. "Suck me, Susan. Suck my cock. Blow me, baby. Oh, yeah, that's it. Oh, my God! Wow!" As if she had a mouthful of tongues, a powerful propeller, I could feel her tongue swirl around my cock. As if her tongue was supercharged and battery powered, she excited me with her cock sucking skills. She possessed so much control over her tongue that forget about tying cherry stems, she could tie my shoelaces with her tongue. The feel of her mouth was like nothing I have ever experienced before. Warm, wet, and electric, she was a cock sucking machine. "Don't cum yet," she said removing my cock from her mouth and standing to meet my lips. "I'll suck you again later, after you please me first," she said sticking her tongue in my ear. Now, most times, I'd want to get off first, before pleasing a woman, before pushing her out the door. Yet, this time, with Susan, knowing that she'd give me the blowjob of my life, wanting to sexually satisfy her, I wanted to please her first. I wanted to lick her pussy. I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to fuck her. I Didn't Know She Was A Vampire She pushed me back on the bed, mounted me, and sat on my face, as if my head was a horse, my face her personal saddle, and my tongue her saddle horn. Never have I wanted to lick a woman, as much as I wanted to lick her. Only, as soon as my tongue made contact with her pussy, she grabbed me by my hair moved my head around, as if it was a kitchen blender. I didn't know my neck could do the things that it was doing without my head falling off. Generally, grabbing a woman by her hair is something that I've always done and love doing, while forcing my cock in her mouth and down her throat. What's good for the goose was certainly fun for the gander and never have I ate the pussy of a woman where she had an orgasm so fast. What usually takes twenty long, agonizing, and jaw numbing minutes took mere seconds. "Don't stop. Yeah, right there. Don't stop! Oh, yeah, baby, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she said nearly as soon as I started licking her. Damn, she moved my tongue around her pussy so fast that I had a friction burn on my lips. If I didn't know any better, I'd think my tongue was smoking. "Wow!" Without taking the time to have an afterglow, a cigarette, or even a drink, I could have at least used some water, before she moved from my head, got off my face, and got on my cock. This woman was sexually possessed. If the Devil is a woman, then I just had sex with the Devil. If what I just experienced was Hell on Earth, then I plan on being bad the rest of my life because that kind of Hell is my kind of Heaven. "Wow!" I felt her hand reach down and direct my engorged prick in her warm, soft pussy. Once inside, she rode me, as if I was an interactive amusement ride. Always one to take charge, never have I been with a woman who so knew what she wanted and what she wanted was for me to give her orgasms, lots and lots of orgasms. I tried to roll her over and mount her, but she'd have none of that. With her tits flying high, she was humping me, jumping up and down on me, and fucking me at supersonic speed. "Hold on, baby," she said. "Mommy's gonna take you for a ride." I tried holding back as long as I could, I tried thinking of the Red Sox, the Yankees, the Phillies, and the Tigers not making the World Series, and but all to no avail. As soon as I thought of Laura Bush sitting front row center with Ruth Ryan during a Texas Rangers game, as soon as I imagined myself having sex with the both of them, I exploded all the lust that I had for Susan in her pussy within a minute or two. "Oh, my God. I tried holding back longer, Susan, as long as I could, but I've never been fucked by anyone so hard and so fast." "Shh, lover. You were wonderful lover," she said giving me a long, wet kiss. "Most of the men I've had sex with over the years only last a few seconds. You lasted a few minutes. Thank you. I had three orgasms." "Three orgasms? You did?" I looked at her, as if she was drunk, crazy, or drunk and crazy, but when she nodded her head to show me a satisfied smile, I knew she enjoyed the sexual ride as much as I did. "Who's the man? Who's the man?" Never have I satisfied a woman so completely in such a short time. Wow! Only, after that, every night, sometimes multiple times a day, she wanted sex, sex, and more sex. Just as I never came across a vampire before, never have I come across a nymphomaniac either. I'd sooner believe that she was a nympho before believing than she was a vampire. To be honest, tired of sex and tired of her, I was tired. Not even having the time to have a drink, I just wanted to sleep. Even then with her sucking the blood out of my thumb, the hot sex, and the blood laden titles of all the songs she played, the books she read, and the movies she watched, I still didn't know she was a vampire, until that day she was leaving me for my best friend, Dwayne. That two timing, back stabbing bastard stole my woman right behind my back. Actually, he stole her in front of my face, when he asked her if she'd rather be with him than with me. The next day, she walked over to me with suitcase in hand. She didn't have much to pack, other than my money. "It's been fun, Hank, but I have to go. I'll never forget you," she said. "You're a special man." When she leaned into me, I thought she was going to kiss me good-bye, so I got ready by reaching around her to grab a handful of her ass in one hand and an abundant breast in the other. Ready now to be kissed, I closed my eyes and puckered up my lips. Then, when she ducked her head down towards my neck, I figured she was going to snuggle in for a hug in the way she does, when we spoon and sleep together. A hug, I thought, is that it? All that I'd get is a hug, after all that I did for her by giving her a place to live and food to eat and after all the superhuman sex we had every day, multiple times a day? In the way that my dog sometimes nibbles at my earlobe, she shocked me, when she bit my neck. At first it tickled. Stupidly, I thought she was making up to me and wanted to make out with me. Stupidly, I thought she wanted to get back together. Stupidly, I thought she was horny and wanted to have sex. Then, when she bit down harder, my neck hurt. I tried to push her away but she was too strong for me. Within a few seconds, she drank enough of my blood to make me woozy and I had to sit down. Even then, after she bit me, I still didn't believe that she was a vampire, that is, until I saw her bloody fangs and her blood red eyes. Wow, that was scary. Now, a month later, after being bitten by a vampire, I don't feel any different. I feel fine. I feel the same as I've always felt before she bit my neck and drank my blood. I mean, I don't want to bite anyone, in the way that she bit me. I don't think she turned me into a vampire in the way that I've seen others turned into a vampire by just one bite in the movies and on television. Maybe some folks are immune to being turned into a vampire when bitten. Maybe she was just feeding on me and not trying to turn me into a vampire. Perhaps, with all the excess alcohol that I've consumed throughout my life, I may be one of those people who are immune to being turned into a vampire. With the alcoholic content of my blood, I imagine that I must have a lot of iron running through my veins that may prevent me from becoming a vampire. To be honest, I don't care to know why she didn't turn me into a vampire. I don't want to push my luck and find out if I'm immune or not immune to becoming a vampire. I hope to God that I never meet another vampire. I mean, what are the odds of being bitten by a vampire again? That day was the last day that I saw Susan, when she pulled away seated next to my friend, Dwayne, in his Ford pickup truck. "Good-bye, Susan," I said waving my condolences to my vampire lover. "Good-bye my beautiful, vampire. Sorry, Dwayne," I said, once they rounded the corner and were out of earshot. Good luck to him. Not much of the drinker that I am, I'm sure that Dwayne is not immune from becoming a vampire. After she turns him into a vampire, I just hope he doesn't blame me. I hope he doesn't return to town to bite me. He was the one who stole my girlfriend, after all. If it's anyone's fault that Susan turns him into a vampire, it's his. Besides, for sure, she's better off with Dwayne than with me. He's a big beef eater. He loves bloody rare meat. He loves barbeque and with barely any iron in his blood, he doesn't drink. I'm sure with all that bloody red beef surging through his veins, without all the alcohol to interfere, he'd make her a much better victim. Just as I didn't know she was a vampire, poor Dwayne doesn't know she's a vampire. * If you enjoyed the story, please vote. I need the support of your vote. So very many readers don't vote. Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading, voting for, and/or making a comment on my story. I didn't Know You Were Married About a year and a half ago I was just starting this new job as an assistant manager. My training went along very smoothly I was learning as much as I could and was using my new found knowledge to its fullest. About a month after my first day I was transferred to another store where I met another assistant manager; let us call her Mrs. G. Mrs. G was beautiful, I was floored the first time I saw her. She was a beautiful black woman thick in all the right places. Nice breast, nice hips and nice but (even though I am not a but guy). Her face was flawless her skin was a nice color of mocha brown and her lips seemed to call to me to kiss them. Mrs. G and I would often work together, I would close one night and she would leave at 8 pm or vice versa. Our relationship was professional at first but then we started talking and started flirting with each other. She started first, she would ask me if I had a girlfriend and would I like one, she would also stand so close to me that I could feel her breath on my neck, and every now and then she would stand so close to me that I could feel her breast on my back. It was fun let me not lie, it was great, especially for me who never got this type of attention from any female growing up. Since I was new to this type of attention my flirt game was slow in progression, she would constantly say things to me that would often leave me flustered and then she would walk away knowing what she did to me: "I wonder what you look like naked" and "I hope you can feel me...up" she would say. We worked together and flirted together for a couple of months. I just built up the nerve to ask her out (something the company frowned upon). I was closing this night and she was going to leave at 8pm, we were in the stockroom getting some stuff for a display that we were building she was called to the front register but before she left she climbed up the ladder behind me that I was on and pressed her body up against mine. It was great I felt her breast and felt her hands rub up and down my side very slowly. As she left to go to the front I was putting everything on a cart. I brought everything out and started building the display when I heard her say, "This is Mr. P, Mr. P this is my husband." Husband whoa, I never thought she was married, in fact I never noticed her wedding ring. Then I heard a little girl scream "mommy, mommy" mommy to I thought and she stated "oh this is my daughter." I was floored but tried to play it off, had a little small talk with the husband and then she walked them out. As I focused back on the display my mind was going on, married, a kid, married, a kid. I couldn't stop then she came back and I said, "I didn't know you were married?" "Yeah, about five years now" "Really, I never thought." We continued working. "Yeah but it is not great" she said "Why not" (I am a nosy guy) "It's our sex life it is non existent" "Non existent, really you?" "Yeah, it was great before we got married but after we had Stacy (her kids name) and got married it has been non existent." "Well have you tried different things" I said trying to be helpful. "Yeah everything but it is to late now." We were back in the stockroom and she continued to say, "I have been cheating on him for the past year, I just couldn't wait anymore. Counseling session after counseling session and no change I couldn't take it anymore." "Does he know?" "I think so but he won't leave and I won't leave him, we are only staying together for Stacy now and that's enough." "But I am so horny" she said. "Really, well..." I said with a shocking look on my face. "Yes really. Would you like to help me?" As she said this she stepped right in front of me and grabbed me. She was so forward that is what drew me to her. She held on and massaged me and said "I guess that means yes," to my growing and growing my erection. Now I never thought of myself as an adulterer but for this woman I would do anything. Frequently my fantasies of her would put me to sleep, but this is no fantasy this is real she is right in front of me felling my erection grow and grow and just as I was about to press here against the closest wall and kiss her with all that I had we heard someone putting the code in to get into the stockroom and that was it. Her shift was over so she went home. I couldn't think straight the rest of the night but my fantasies that night turned into a wonderful and very explicit wet dream. The next day came and I was wanting to continue our conversation from yesterday, but she was gone she was transferred to another store. And that was it I tried to call her at the other store but when I called she was never there so I gave up. Three or four months past and I was just transferred to another store I had forgotten about Mrs. G but every now and then I would dream of her. One day I saw her in the store and she saw me I was so excited that I "powered" walked to her and almost hugged her but constrained myself. Our flirt game was on and stronger than ever, I was on point it was like it was all built up in me and had to come out when we talked. "So what's your schedule?" "I get off at 8." I said with lust in my eyes. "Oh really well I will se you at 8 then." "You will, will you where?" "Don't worry about that just be ready." Then she left didn't even wait for me to reply. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was only 6, I was useless after that my mind was everywhere accept for work I was jittery, nervous but excited to see what would happen at 8. 7 o'clock came still jittery, still nervous but that nervousness started turning into worry can I really do this, should I do this 7:30, I know I want to do this but, 7:45, 7:55, 7:59. "I will see you later" I said to the closing assistant manager. I was so ready to go and so nervously out of my mind with anticipation that I didn't even clock out. I walked out to my car nothing, no one. I sat in my car for about five minutes, waiting for my car to "warm up" still nothing no one. I decided to leave as I was driving home I was looking in every car, looking at every gas station hoping to see her but nothing. Every time I looked for her and nothing I would loose hope finally I thought to myself 'forget this she was just playing games anyway, I knew this would happen. I made it home and got undressed, even though I was frustrated and felt a little stupid I was still horny from the thought of being with her, from feeling her breast on my chest and feeling my self inside of her that I had to relieve my erection by watching a new porno tape that I ordered with her in mind, 'Sex Her Assment at Work.' After pleasuring my self I took a shower, feeling the water on my back calmed me down and relaxed me. I got out of the shower and started cooking then as I was mixing some brownie mix I heard or rather thought I heard a knock on my door so I ignored it. A couple of seconds later I heard another knock on my door so I went to go see who it was. Oh my... it was Mrs. G. and from what I could tell from the peep whole she was dressed with me in mind. I opened the door; she had on nice jeans that accented her butt very well and a t-shirt that was cut down the middle to show off her great cleavage. "How did you find me, where did you come from?" "Are you going to let me in or talk?" "Sorry yes, please come in, please. I thought you were just messing with me but you are here, in my apartment." "Yes I am here and you are here. You and I have been wanting this for a long time and I am tired of waiting" she said coming closer and closer to me. She kissed me probably knowing that I would never make the first move. I was surprised her tongue rubbed against mine her lips were so luscious her touch was electrifying. I kissed her back with the same passion and lustfulness that she did me. Our hands were all over each other I went straight for her breast; they were full and felt like mid to upper c's. As I got more and more into it I took control and she seemed to like it. I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head, I turned her around and began to kiss her back with every kiss and breath she felt on her back she would moan ever so slightly, it turned me on. Her bra was red, lacy, see through. I unhooked her bra and reached around and massaged her breast, I almost cam. I pinched her nipples and she moaned and pushed her butt into me. She turned around and I laid her down on the couch, I went for her breast, I wanted to taste her mocha skin, I wanted to feel her nipple in my mouth. I took one breast in my mouth slowly kissing them... "MMMMM" she moaned and arched her back. I began to suck on her breast, softly at first, enjoying every inch, feeling every part of her nipple and massaging her other breast. I then began to suck harder and massaged harder. I switched breast and repeated the process. I teased her with every lick, with every touch, with every pinch. Her body was twisting and her moans were getting louder. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes keep going," she yelled "give me more." "I want you, I want you inside of me I want you now," she said. When she said this I new it was time. I wanted her to cum, I went down on her. First I kissed the outside of her pussy, her hair was trimmed close, and they tickled my nose. I teased her once again allowing my tongue to graze clit. She then moaned and her body began to shake, I knew not to stop so I continued to lick up and down her pussy. Her moans went along with every lick. I would lick from the bottom to the top she would moan, "Oh." I would lick fast she would moan fast, "Ohhhhhhhhhh." I would lick slow she would moan slow, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." "Give me more Mr. P more." She said. It turned me on that she was calling me Mr. P, as I licked and got to the top of her pussy I sucked on her clit, hard. It was round and huge in my mouth I felt every crevasse it felt so right and here moans and twisting of her pelvis turned me on even more, I did not know how long I could last. She grabbed my head and moved my head with her pelvis up and down. This turned me on even more. She then took control, she got up suddenly so suddenly that my head was left where her pussy was. She pulled me up and took my shorts off, she grabbed me "Now it's my turn, Mr. P" she said with a wink. She took her hand and rubbed her pussy and then grabbed my dick. Her hand was wet with the juice from her pussy. "You made me cum so many times that I will please you until you are dried up." She began to jerk me off with her pussy juice, it was great, it was so soft and with every stroke, I grew and with every stroke I came closer to cumming. She saw that I was about to cum and she put me in her mouth, she tasted her self and her face was full of pleasure. Her head was moving up and down her mouth was so soft and wet that my dick began to jerk, with every jerk she kept sucking. She stopped suddenly and said, "I want you to cum on me; I want to feel that hot cum on my breast, on my mouth, down my throat." So I stood up as she laid on my couch, she rubbed her pussy again and began to jerk me off with her juices. Every stroke of her hand I moaned and with every stroke of her hand she wanted more. "Oh yes" I said "Oh , Ohhh....Ohhhhhhhh." "Come on baby, you know what I want, cum on me, cum on me" she said with passion "Ohh, ohh, ohhh, ohh, yes...oh, oh, oh." I kept repeating. As I cam I opened my eyes I wanted to see me cum on her breast. I cam on her breast, she then moved me to her mouth, I cam on her check, on her mouth and she then took me in her mouth and started to suck me dry. With every suck she drew more and more cum out of me, she took me out of her mouth and I was still cumming. I was so turned on that I kept cumming, back down to her breast and and then ending on her stomach. I was spent, drained and couldn't move, she was still tasting my cum, rubbing it into her skin, massaging it into her breast, she was still going, she was about to cum herself, not wanting to be left out of this I went back down on her sucking on her clit and liking her pussy up an down. She cam, I continued to suck on her pussy as she cam I tasted her juices ooze out of her, I began to suck her dry like she did me with every suck of my mouth she cringed with excitement, "mmmm, mmmm, mmmm." "Oh you are great, you... you ... are, wow." I then crawled up to her and laid beside her we both went to sleep for about 45 minutes and woke up to the smells of a great dinner just finishing up.