Storiesonline.net ------- A Birthday Surprise by Barneyr Copyright© 2012 by Barneyr ------- Description: A cheating story with a surprise in store for an unsuspecting husband. Not all codes are selected to keep the surprise. Codes: MF cons rom het cheat slow ------- ------- Chapter 1 I had just left the seminar I was attending in Cleveland, Ohio, when I received a phone call from my son, Bradley. Bradley is 16 and into sports. I was at this work seminar that was being held from Tuesday through Thursday afternoon. I had planned to stop off and see the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame here on Friday, then be home for my 38th birthday on Saturday. It also coincided with our 17th wedding anniversary. Yeah, I know, how could I forget our anniversary if it occurred on my birthday? Well, it really wasn't planned that way, it just happened. That was the only Saturday that month that her father could be there to give her away. He was deployed in the military and they got him some leave time to do the honors. Anyway, Bradley called and said, "Dad, did you know Mom has some lady staying with her for the week. She moved into the spare room but she and Mom are giggling and carrying on like teenagers. It's just plain weird. Do you know a Julie Sheldon?" "Yes, Son, I know Julie. She's your mother's best friend from school. I think your mom said that they met when they were like nine, and have been friends ever since. What makes you think something is wrong?" "Well, I woke up late last night and I thought I heard Mom scream, but then it quit. I knocked on her door and she said she had had a nightmare, but Julie's door was open and she wasn't in her bed. I thought that was really weird." "Oh, Bradley, they were probably in our bedroom talking about old times. You know how your mother gets when she is excited sometimes. They were just talking, I'm sure. Nothing to worry about, Sport. How did your game go last night? I wish I could have been there." "The game was great; I scored two touchdowns and passed for another. I wish you had been there too." Bradley was on the junior varsity team and they sometimes played on Wednesday nights. It usually was Thursdays, but the other school had a conflict and the schedule was changed. We talked for a little while longer and I finished up with, "Brad, I'll be home late on Friday evening, I'm going to finish my tour of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before I leave Friday. They were open late last night and I toured quite a bit of it then. I plan on going again tonight, and I'll finish up Friday morning. I'll probably be home around five or six Friday night, depending on when I finish at the museum. Did you get what I asked you to for your mom for our anniversary?" "Yeah, Dad, a piece of cake, I'm sure she'll love it. I'm even going to spend the weekend with Ted so you guys can have some fun times without me cramping your style. I'll be over for the party Saturday afternoon, but then Ted and I are going to that horror flick I told you I wanted to see. I think Cindy is actually going to go too. She really didn't want to see it, but I told her I would comfort her and keep her from harm." "Great, Bradley, I'll see you soon. Take care and have fun on your date." "Thanks, Dad, I love you, see you soon, bye." "I love you too, Son, very much. Remember to be careful and always be prepared." "Daaaad. I'm always prepared now. Thanks for that too, you're so cool about stuff like that. Bye." "That's what dads are for, to be cool and help their sons out." When Bradley turned 13, I sat him down and had a long heart to heart talk with him about life, in general, and sex, in particular. He knew a lot of the basic stuff, but I had always had a good relationship with my son and this was no different. He asked good questions and I answered honestly. If I didn't know, I told him I would find the answer and let him know. I asked him to please refrain from drinking and smoking. As far as I was concerned, they were the only drugs that I would tolerate even in the slightest, but I didn't like them. He would be severely punished if he got into anything else, and if he did it again, he was on his own. We would not tolerate anything else. I told him it was out of love that we would do that. I know that sounds harsh, but we both knew that Bradley loved us very much. He listened to us most of the time, and by us leading by example, he understood what we would accept and what we wouldn't. I also told him that when he felt that he was old enough to start having sex, he should come to me and I would provide him with all the condoms he could ever want. I impressed on him the importance of being prepared and protecting himself from harm. One of our neighbor's sons was not so lucky. This was a young lad of 15, who had unprotected sex with a girl who became pregnant, but that was not the bad part. She was 16 and a slut of the first order. She had several STDs, one of which was AIDS. Ricky died six months before my talk with our 13 year old son. Bradley and Ricky were friends even with the age difference. Bradley took that his friend died pretty hard. He had heard rumors about why he died, but I confirmed it during that talk. The baby she gave birth to also had AIDS and died within a week of his birth. She died less than a year later. Bradley hadn't known about that part of the tragedy. I think it really scared him when he heard all this. I told him that as far as drinking, I would hope that he at least wait until he was 17 or 18, but that if he ever needed to leave a party, if he was drunk or just wanted to leave because of drugs, all he had to do was call me and I would be there to take him home, no questions asked, no recriminations, and I didn't care if it was three in the morning. I essentially gave him a get out of jail free card, but I also said, 'Don't abuse it' either. I think our talk went well. About nine months ago, Bradley came to me and asked if I would hold up my part of the request I had made during that talk. I answered that with a gift box of rubbers and told him to let me know when he got low. I would put a new box in his underwear drawer the next day. As far as I know, he is still on his first box of 24. As I walked through the museum this afternoon, I kept coming back to Katelyn, that's my wife, and Julie. It suddenly dawned on me something Katelyn had said shortly after we were married. She said that she and Julie had experimented a lot when they were in high school. But the experiments were only the two of them. I took it to mean that they had a lesbian thing going on at the time. I do know that Katelyn was not a virgin when we married; well, not even the first time we made love in my dorm room, but then neither was I. Let me describe us. I am Robert Lewis Stevenson, no I'm not any relation to the writer, except my parents both liked his works. My father was of Scottish heritage, and my mother, Irish. Both had read most of his works and liked the name, so here I am. I'm 37, almost 38, six feet tall, and weigh 180. I work out three times a week, and run three more, not on the same days. I learned some martial arts as a youngster, and kept up with Tai Chi and other forms, which I do every day. I don't drink much; an occasional glass of wine or a beer now and then. I quit smoking when Bradley was born and I swore I would never light up again. I have kept that promise too. Katelyn (Kate) is 36, five feet seven, and still fit and trim, about 100 pounds. She walks and works out with me in our workout room, as well. I have a small workout area that I added to the back of the house about 12 years ago. I noticed that, due to my job as an office manager for an investment firm, I was starting to get a little soft in the middle and had gained about 40 pounds. I vowed to change that and I think I have successfully accomplished that goal. Our sex life is great, two to three times a week even now, and in quite a variety of positions. The only thing not on the table is anal. Kate says I'm too large for her. I have a nice seven inch dick that is almost two inches across. We have attempted to include that to our repertoire several times, but it is painful for her no matter the mood, lubrication, or preparation, so I don't ask and we both agree that it is taboo for us. Everything else is fair game, role playing, oral, and straight sex is great. Katelyn also works as a realtor and broker for her own firm. She studied and got her license after Bradley started second grade. Something happened after Bradley was born, when an intern screwed up and caused some problems for future pregnancies when he inadvertently cut something he shouldn't have while doing a D&C after a miscarriage when Bradley was two. I sued the hospital and the intern, and we won a sizable amount which we invested for Bradley's college education. As a result of his negligence, Katelyn had to have a hysterectomy six months later. We were devastated that we couldn't have more children, and that is when we sued. Now you are up to date, I am wondering what is going on at home. Is Kate having an affair with Julie? Is it more than that? Are there any men involved? God, I needed answers, but I hardly knew the questions, let alone where to start. I called Kate. It was about 9:30 PM and I wondered what she was doing. "Hello, Stranger, how are you doing up there in Cleveland?" my wife asked when she answered the phone. She sounded a little out of breath and I could hear muffled laughter in the background. "I'm doing OK, Kate. I hear that you have some company staying there this week." I heard a note of disappointment, or maybe surprise, in her answer. "Yeah, Julie Sheldon had to come here for some meetings at her company's offices here in Dayton. I told her she could stay here and not bother with a hotel. I hope that was alright?" Julie now lived in the Chicago area. "Of course, Dear. I wouldn't want your high school sweetheart spending all that time alone, now would I?" "Alright, mister wise ass, what was that supposed to mean?" "Brad called me earlier today and said that you two were acting all weird like a couple of teenagers, so I assumed that you two were having fun reliving your high school days. That's all; did I hit a sore spot, or what?" "That was a long time ago, Mister, and don't you forget it. Besides you said you weren't exactly mister chaste and pure, either." "I never said I was, but I didn't play on the same team, like you did." "Now that was totally uncalled for, Buster. You are so deep in hot water that you might drown before you can get to the surface." "Well, what am I to think, I'm gone, what, maybe five hours on a trip away from home, and suddenly a long lost high school sweetheart comes calling on my wife, then she is screaming in the middle of the night in her bedroom and giggling and sly looks are being passed between the two of you that even Brad picked up on. So I ask you again, is there something going on that I should be worried about?" "Oh my God, Bob, no. I never thought it would look like that. I mean sure Julie and I were ... shall we say very close friends during our high school years, but you are my only love. I would never cheat on you, ever. Besides, that phase of my life is all over and done with. We were young and didn't want to be accused of being sluts, but we still wanted to get off. It started with rubbing ourselves, then kind of went a lot further. But we didn't get pregnant, a reputation, or even any diseases. We stayed safe while a lot of girls around us weren't so lucky. Julie and I haven't seen each other in years, and we were just kind of talking about old times and new times, you know, trying to catch up with our lives." "I'm so sorry, Babe; I guess I'm just a little insecure with you being such a young and beautiful woman. How I ever deserved you in marriage is beyond me." "Honey, you have that all wrong, what did I do to deserve you has always been my biggest mystery. But all that said, since Julie is here and is staying until Sunday afternoon; we have a big surprise set up for your birthday and our anniversary on Saturday. For starters, you will be accompanied by not one, but two lovely ladies for dinner and dancing at the country club. You'd better be rested up, because we are not letting you sit out one dance. That will be your penance for doubting me. Then when I get you home, I am going to lock the bedroom door and not let you out until you cry uncle. Is that understood, Mister?" "But where will Brad be while all this dinner and dancing is going on?" "Didn't he tell you, he is spending the weekend with Ted and his family? He will be going to Ted's house right from school, and he is not to show his face around here until late Sunday afternoon." "Well, what about Julie? Won't she be kind of lonely and all alone after the dance?" "Oh, so now you are the one trying to drag in other partners?" "Nope, just making sure she knows where she stands in this; me too, for that matter." "Dream on, Mister, there will be no threesomes in this house. You and me only, Buster. You remember that. Now what did you really call about?" "Have I told you that I love you like there is no tomorrow? If not, then I love you so much I could just scream it to the world. I love you more today than yesterday, and believe me, I loved you more yesterday than my life was worth. I'll never know how I deserved you or how I snatched you up from the matrimonial lottery, but I thank all my lucky stars that I did each and every day." "Now, that is the kind of talk I like to hear from my one and only love. When do you think you will be home Friday?" "Well, it's about a four hour drive home from here. The seminar was over this afternoon and I have a couple of hours left of stuff I want to see at the Rock and Roll museum. They don't open until ten, so maybe five or six at the latest. Is that OK? Are you planning something special for tomorrow night?" "No, Dear, I was just trying to establish a time so I could have dinner ready for you when you get home. I figure that you will want a shower and change clothes after the long drive, so I will plan on dinner at seven at the latest." "Thanks, Sweetheart, that sounds lovely. I'm so sorry I gave you such a hard time about Julie, but Brad kind of worried me that something funny might be going on. You know I worry about losing you, and well ... it just hit me funny that your friend showed up right after I'm gone on this trip, then hearing the muffled laughter in the background, and you out of breath when I called. Well, I thought that maybe I had been replaced in your life. I just couldn't stand it if that happened. I love you so much, please accept my apology?" "Bob, Honey, there is nothing to apologize for. After hearing all your concerns, I can understand you coming to the conclusions that you did. I'm sorry too, that I worried you needlessly. Hurry home, I miss you like crazy. Love you, bye." "I love you too, Baby. See you tomorrow night. Give my love to Brad too ... Oh yeah, say hi to Julie for me. Bye." I sat there in my hotel room wondering what I did to deserve my loving wife. But I also wondered why all this came to a head tonight. I think Kate now knows that I won't brook any fooling around. I guess this seminar has me too tired to think straight. I didn't realize that lecturing for two days straight would wipe me out like this. I undressed, showered, called for a wakeup, and climbed in bed. I lay awake for quite a while, thinking and wondering. ------- I went downstairs this morning, packed up all my materials and gear, and loaded my Durango so I could head out after seeing what I missed at the museum. I went into the hotel restaurant and had a good breakfast. I always need to eat hearty before a trip. When I'm alone, I don't usually stop except for gas and restroom breaks. I want to get to where I'm headed, especially when I'm heading home. It was only eight when I finished my breakfast, and I really didn't want to wait another two hours until the museum opened up, so I thought, why not head home now. I would be there about four hours earlier, and be able to make up to Kate for how wrong I had been in my accusations. I paid the bill and headed out. Funny, but it seemed to be easier going out of Cleveland than it was coming into the city center on Tuesday. The trip seemed to fly by and I was actually pulling into my driveway just before twelve. I came in the back door and listened to see if I could hear anyone. I thought I hear some thumping from upstairs, so up the stairs I went. I heard some noises coming from our bedroom and saw the door open about halfway. I walked down the hall and peeked into the bedroom. Well this was definitely where the noises were coming from. There on our king size bed was my wife, naked, spread out with a redheaded woman eating her pussy while she was eagerly eating the redhead out. They were in the throes of ecstasy and had not heard my arrival. I cleared my throat ... to no avail. So I cleared my throat a little louder and still not response. "KATE, what the fuck are you doing? I thought there was nothing between you two anymore. Then here I come home early, expecting to have a welcome home kiss and I see this. Well, I'll be in my chair in the living room when you two sapphic lovers can tear yourselves away from each other long enough to get dressed. I expect both of you on the living room sofa in five minutes. NOW MOVE!!!" I turned around and walked down the hall and down the stairs. I went into my den and put about 2 inches of amber liquid in a tall glass and headed to the kitchen. I kept a small bottle of Tallymore Dew in my den for when I needed to relieve some extra heavy stress. This was a blend of some fine old Irish sipping whisky. It was smooth, and I only took it with water or maybe some ice. I took two cubes from the icemaker and sat in my recliner listening to the chaos I heard coming from upstairs. About two minutes later, Katelyn, dressed in slacks and a blouse, along with the redhead I assumed to be Julie, attired in a mid-thigh length dress, came into the room. They both looked down at the floor and sat quietly on the sofa in front of me. "Bob, let me..." "Just a minute, Katelyn, I will ask the questions and you will answer them truthfully, or I am out the door, never to return. Do your understand me?" "Yes, Robert." "I guess that I always assumed somewhere in the back of my mind that I would end up being cuckolded at some point in my married life with you; however, I never expected that it would be another woman in my wife's bed. Now, can you please in simple terms explain to me what the HELL IS GOING ON?" I didn't plan to raise my voice, but it just seemed to rise on its own. "Bob, I'm so very sorry you had to see that. We kind of got carried away, and..." "Bob, it's entirely my fault. I had some business here in Dayton and I wanted to see Kate, and well, we were reliving some old times together and got carried away. I'll leave and never darken your door again. It had just been so long since I felt loved. You see, my husband, Jack died two years ago last week, and I've been so down and lonely. So, when I found out I needed to come here, I made sure to look up Kate. Then Katie mentioned something about a fantasy..." "JULES, NO!" Katelyn yelled. "Katie, Honey, it's too late for the surprise; we have to tell him everything. We have to come clean, and tell him the whole story, or you are going to be so sorry. You will lose a very good man if you don't. So tell him the whole story. Now tell him" "Kate, what is she talking about? What surprise?" "I'm not sure if you remember, but a few years back, I asked you on your birthday if there was one wish that I could grant you that you have never been able to fulfill. Well, you mentioned something about a threesome with another woman. Remember that we laughed it off and nothing more was ever said about it. So when Julie showed up Tuesday evening, I thought that if she was willing, and I knew I was, then we could surprise you and grant you that wish for your birthday. Well, one thing lead to another, and we sort of thought we would practice to see if we still knew how to please each other. I wanted to make sure that your wish came true, and it would please you that it had come true, especially that I had made it happen for you. I know I screwed up, and if you want me to, I'll leave quietly. I'll try to explain to Bradley that it was entirely my fault." I just sat there, stunned beyond belief. My loving wife had remembered some half-baked idea I had several years ago that I would have liked to experience a threesome with her. Well, I never said with her, but just a threesome. It was always something in the very back of my mind that I would have liked to have happen to me when I was young. She took that idea and was trying to make it a reality. How could I fault her for that? "Baby, first, I am not angry with you or Julie, although I should be, since, technically, you did cheat on me. But..." I raised my hand to stop her from saying anything. "But that was something that I had thought about in my youth and never expected to even come close to experiencing. You asked for a far-fetched fantasy of mine, and that was it. You have admirably fulfilled most other fantasies I had when I was young. Some have even been so far over the top, that I only have to remember them, and I get satisfied all over again. No, I'm not going to mention any of them. Just think back on our 17 years together and remember what we have done and you will see that I am perfectly ecstatic about our life together. When either you or I have physically been away from each other for longer than a few days, we are miserable and sex starved until we return to each other. "In fact, Brad once told me that he hoped to have the kind of love life we enjoyed when he got married. So I am not in any way, shape, or form, asking that you complete your surprise for me. That said, however, if you are determined to make this far-fetched idea into reality, I'm not going to object too loudly, but only if you are both into this. A threesome is not just two women making love. There is a guy in there somewhere, doing both women too, so remember that when you two make up your minds to go ahead. Now, I'm going to finish my drink, go get out of these dirty clothes, and take a shower in my bathroom. You two have to decide what you are going to do about this mess." I got up, drained my almost empty glass, put it in the kitchen sink, and went back through the living room to climb the stairs for my shower. Both women were still in shock, sitting on the sofa with their mouths hanging open, and staring into space. "Oh, if you don't close those mouths, you might catch some flies I let in when I came home." I think that snapped them out of their stupor. I took a leisurely shower and shaved. I then went back into the bedroom to find some clothes. I found a very interesting sight when I did. Both women were on the bed, nude, holding hands with a large space between them that they patted as I walked by. "Bob, Honey, we have decided that we are going to rock your world tonight and tomorrow night, then it will be over. The magic spell will have been broken and we will live our lives like normal people," said Katie. Julie then spoke to me. "Bob, this I promise you. I will give myself freely to you both for this weekend only. After that, all bets are off. I go home and get to remember the greatest weekend I have ever experienced, and you go back to being man and wife, loving each other forever and ever. But until this weekend is over, I am going to enjoy myself to the fullest that I can. That includes me eating your lovely wife's pussy every chance I get, and having you plow that huge cock into me wherever it can fit." What could I say? I crawled up between my two women for this glorious weekend and proceeded to make all my dreams, and quite a few of theirs, I think, come true too. We started off with me kissing Kate first, then Julie. The kisses were deep, passionate kisses with a lot of tongue and a ton of promise. My hands and theirs seemed to go everywhere. I motioned for Julie to come around to Kate's other side and do what I was doing. We left little butterfly kisses all over my wife's face, then moved to her ears, neck, and upper chest. We then each took an arm and massaged and kissed her from her fingertips to her satiny shoulders, then trailed along her side, purposely staying away from her breasts, although Julie's long hair did brush over Kate's right rosy tipped mound. We then attacked my wife's belly and alternated as to who kissed and licked her innie navel. By this time, Kate was writhing on the bed, moaning and cursing us for our slowness in arousing her. I finally relented, and we traveled up her chest to the underside of her pillows of pleasure. We kissed and licked around the base and very slowly wound our way up to the top of her mounds, teasing and kissing her burgeoning nipples. Once there, I could tell from long experience that Katelyn was very close to an orgasm, so I captured her left nipple and started batting it around with my tongue. Once I knew she was ready, I nodded to Julie and we each captured a nipple and lightly bit it at the base, moved higher up, and finally nipped at the very top. That did it; Kate took off like a skyrocket. Her whole body arched so that her heels and head, along with her limp arms, were the only parts of her on the bed, as the rest of her tense body was airborne. Kate shook and moaned, then screamed as the tremendous orgasm fired off inside her body. She stayed arched for at least two minutes solid before her body melted and eased to the surface of the bed. I peeled one eyelid up and saw only the whites of her eyes. She was in heaven. Julie looked over to me and asked, "Do you make love like that very often?" "No, only on special occasions, you know like anniversaries, birthdays, times like that. But it was especially nice tonight with you helping by doing the other side of her along with me, so I'm sure it was extra special for Kate tonight." "Do you think you and Kate can do me like that?" "Oh sure, but that's only the foreplay. I still have to do the lower half of her body, culminating with entry and slow intercourse" "You mean that is only foreplay? My God, no wonder Katie loves you and would never cheat on you. If I thought we could talk her into it, I would move here and live with you, then you both could do me as much as you wanted if I could get a few treatments of this kind." "Well, that also is why I never cheat, nor does Kate. This kind of loving is special and just for us. Kate has her own version of this type of thing that is just for my enjoyment. So I suspect that since tomorrow is my birthday, she will have you participate tomorrow. She mainly likes to do that in the morning so I can recuperate enough to satisfy her that night, but we'll have to see how we feel in the morning." Right about then my beloved Kate came back from the arms of Morpheus and joined the living again. She waved me to her and kissed me, pushing me back with her other hand which I took to mean she wanted to sit up. I helped her into a sitting position and put a couple of pillows behind her so she could catch her breath and regain some of her senses. Julie and I talked about other things, like how she liked living around Chicago. She actually lived in the Oak Forest area, kind of southwest of the city proper. It was an area kind of like ours here in Northridge Estates. I asked her about her work, you know small talk until Kate could get rested enough to talk too. Finally, Kate said, "Bob, we have to do that to Julie. That was about a hundred times more powerful, exciting, and mind numbing than when just you does that to me. Jules, you will not believe how much that takes out of you, or how much it really satisfies your craving for sex. If we quit right now, I would be fine for about a week or two, but we have to take advantage of this one and only time together, so let's get Jules ready for the time of her life, Bob." That is exactly what we did. Kate and I did to Julie what just happened to Kate, then we rested and ate some dinner; well snacked, really. I had a pizza delivered and we drank a lot of water and some sports drink too. Then it was back to the bedroom for more fun and games. When we got upstairs this time I wanted Julie and Kate to show me what two women could do to each other. WOW!! I certainly learned a thing or two. They started out kissing, then kind each went south on each other, stopping at all the good spots along the way. Finally, when Julie was on top of Kate, munching away on Kate's leaking pussy; I joined the fun and slid my throbbing cock meat into Julie from behind. Kate continued eating Julie and licking my dick whenever I pulled out some. She also played with my balls, gently rolling them around in their sack. When Julie was getting close, and Kate knew when that was, Kate forced her middle finger in alongside my cock to get it lubricated, then she stuck it in my ass and massaged my prostrate until I went off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. I seemed to dump about a quart of cum in Julie's pussy. I know it wasn't that much, but it sure seemed like it. I had at least six or seven strong spurts and it seemed like I just flowed like a slightly opened faucet. I rested for a bit as the ladies went to take a shower. I just lay back on the bed and tried to recover. Kate and Julie came back in, and Kate decided I need a blowjob to get started again. Once she had me up, she got on her knees and said, "Take me, Honey, show Jules how good a doggy I can be." Things went on like that until I couldn't get it up anymore around eight PM. I had cum eight times in eight hours, a new personal best for me. After all, I was going to be 38 the next day, if I lived that long. I'm pretty sure that I came in them four times each; once by a blowjob to completion from each of them, and the rest in their insatiable pussies. Those two women were on fire. There was one time when I know they were both coming for over fifteen minutes. Me, I just held on for dear life and let them have their wicked way with me. After I called a halt, we looked at the bed, then Katie and Julie took the sheets and mattress cover off the bed and put clean ones on. As we went downstairs naked, they threw the sheets in the washer while I fried up eggs and bacon, and made bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches. We drank juice and sat around the table, relaxing and trying to catch our breath. Once we rested for an hour, we went back upstairs and started all over again. I crashed somewhere around three AM, crawled over to the spare room down the hall and lay down, exhausted. I think I was dead to the world before my head even hit the pillow. Come to find out, it wasn't the pillow, but Julie's clothes on the floor. We ate breakfast about ten the next morning, and they left me there to die in peace, or so I thought. I noticed that we were out of eggs, bacon, juice, and milk. So I dressed and I unloaded my SUV before I left. I didn't unpack everything; I just brought it in so I had room for some groceries. They still weren't back from their hair appointments when I got back from the store. I noticed that I kind of looked like death warmed over, so I went back up to our bedroom and changed the sheets again, as the ones on the bed were sticky or crusty again, depending on what was deposited there. I had the clean ones we washed last night fresh from the dryer, so there was no problem. I lay down on the bed just to rest my eyes, and what seemed like only minutes later, I heard a loud noise from downstairs. I was just getting up when they descended upon me again. The succubi were primed and ready to ravage my body again, but I had to leave their hair and makeup alone. They teased my poor cock until it hid back inside, I think. Well, it shrunk to the size of a walnut, or thereabouts. I shooed the hellions away and went for another shower, hoping that I was not injured for life. If I was, it was a hell of a way to go. I did manage to get dressed without them teasing or harassing me anymore. We left in Julie's new Cadillac DTS sedan. I drove up to the country club and they had a valet tonight. They opened the doors for the ladies and I strolled inside with one living, breathing, angel on each arm. There came a hush in the club; I mean everyone didn't stop and stare, but a lot of the men did, and quite a few of them got slaps or punches to the arm to awaken them from their dreams. The hostess seated us in an out of the way corner of the dining room, but the gossips were firmly out in full force. It seemed someone was staring at us every time I looked anywhere except at the two beauties at my table. I basked in the glory of it all. Why not, it would never happen again. Dinner was excellent. I had a steak, while Kate had the shrimp and lobster. Julie preferred the steak and shrimp. We strolled to the ballroom after the meal, and found a table near the back doors. I danced every dance but one, when I needed to go to the gents. Once in there I was bombarded by questions about who the ladies were. I said one was my wife and the other was a friend who was here to visit. Ben Cromwell said that one of them was not my wife, my wife was a brunette and I had a blonde and a redhead. I countered with, "But, Ben, the blonde is my wife, Katelyn. You've met her before. I mean, I would know my own wife, wouldn't I?" He mumbled something and left in a hurry. When I returned, there were about ten guys standing around my table. "Excuse me, Gentlemen, but I believe that you are not required over here tonight. This is my table and my women. Go make busy with your wives or whomever you please, but these angels are mine; tonight, and for all time." They all reluctantly left, but they did leave. I went back to dancing, one dance with Kate, and then one with Julie. When I came back to the table from dancing with Julie, I had to warn Ben off again. "Ben, if you don't leave this table right now, I'll have you barred from the club for sexual harassment. Understand, now leave." He turned toward me and saw something I don't think he had ever seen in my eyes before. He saw fire and anger. That is when his eyes turned from a leer to fear and he slunk away. "Did Ben say anything inappropriate to you?" "He said I had to be some call girl that you had picked up, because I could never be the wife of a dickhead wimp like you. I told him that I was your wife and that if he kept bothering me, I would ask that you escort him outside to explain it to him in detail. That is when you came back. I think he saw something he never thought he would see in you, Dear. I noticed it too. You had a fire in your eyes and a steely look that told him that you could crush him like a bug, and that you would do it with pleasure if he didn't leave. Now, I believe it's my turn to dance." No other men dared to approach our table tonight. A few women did, to inquire about the gowns or the hair styles. We left to go home about eleven, and we started all over again. I crawled out of bed and showered about noon. I ached all over; even my balls hurt. I didn't even have a piss hardon when I woke up. We bid Julie goodbye with kisses all around and she promised that we would not be strangers, but not more orgies. She could barely sit down. That was the end of my big birthday surprise. Brad showed up later and we quietly celebrated my birthday. It was a nice ending to a hectic and exhausting weekend. It was certainly one I would remember fondly for a very long time. Editing by Pepere And Proof Reading by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 2 I received another surprise about two months later. Actually, it was one that I kind of half expected to hear about, since my one wild fantasy had been fulfilled. Kate and I had just finished a very vigorous lovemaking session and were in bed relishing the afterglow of satisfying sex. "Bob, Honey, do you remember when Julie was here and we made your wildest fantasy come true? Well ... I kind of have a wild fantasy too, and I wondered if maybe..." "I see; I was kind of waiting for you to admit that you had one too. I suppose this involves you and another man, right?" "Well, yes, I guess you could say that, but..." "Would this be a one time, or a one weekend, thing like mine was, or are you thinking of something a little more permanent?" "I'm not sure; it would depend upon what we decide, once you know all the details." "OK, spill it. You know who you want and why, so please tell me now, and then I will make the decision whether or not it will ever happen with my permission. Please answer me one question. This is the important one." "Yes, Bob, you can say no and it will never happen, that I can promise you." "That was the question. So who is this man that you can't get out of your system, except by fucking him?" "Uh ... it's someone close to us. Someone we both know and love, and have for a long time. I..." "OK, spit it out who is this rival of mine?" "It's ... It's our son." "Bradley ... Oh MY GOD. You want to cuckold me with my own son? First you do it with a woman, now with our own son?" I lay there seething, and quietly thinking. 'How could she? I mean, that is incest and all, but then there is that small idea in the back of my head that says this might be interesting. Then again, would Brad ever talk to either of us again after it was brought to his attention?' I ran all the different scenarios through my mind. I even wondered if I could even accept this. I had accepted that Julie join our sex life for a one weekend party. My fantasy was fulfilled; could I really and truly withhold Kate's and expect her to still love me like she did. I think that I would have to at least allow her to pursue her fantasy, or I might lose her and her love forever. I was positive that she would hate me if I just said no and not allow her to at least attempt this. I could just hear her argument... 'I let you have your fantasy of fucking another woman, but noooo; I can't have my fantasy to have another man.' Yep, that would lead to a very miserable life for me until I died or she left me. "Darling, you have been quiet for some time now. Am I to deduce that you are thinking this over? If so, have you reached a decision that you can live with?" "Yes, Dear, I have been thinking. Yes, I have been going over all the pros and cons about this. It all comes down to one thing. If Brad doesn't disown both of us, then I think I will be alright with it. But I say that it will not go beyond a weekend, probably only two days. I got Friday and Saturday, and to be fair, I think that is all you should have too. Now comes the hard part for you ... well, for us, I guess. You need to ask him if he is willing, and to let him know I will go along with it provisionally, with the restrictions I just described. If he says no, then it is no forever, right?" "Bob, Darling, I would never pursue this except with your full corporation. I would never go behind your back. I do know though, that Brad has tried several times to sneak peeks at me in all kinds of dress over the years. He actually caught me in panties and bra one time when he was about eleven. I was getting dressed for a night out with you, when he said he had knocked and gotten no answer, and wanted to ask me something. I was in the closet by the door, so I knew I would have heard a knock if he had really done so. I think he knew I was dressing and he just wanted a look. He also stared at my chest a couple of times when I've had an old tee shirt on, while I bent over in front of him to pick something up off the floor that he had 'accidentally' dropped. So, yes, I do believe he might be interested. Besides, doesn't every boy lust after his mother at some time in his life?" "Well, now that you mention it. It was not my mother per se, but my aunt, my mom's sister. She was slim and very beautiful. My mom was more dumpy and plain, not like she is now. She has lost about eighty pounds since I was a kid at home, which would be about the time I would have lusted after her. But her sister, Kelly, was an entirely different story. So I guess that this is something that you will plan out, and then let me know my part, right?" "Actually, I thought we would both approach him; that way he would know that you have no ill feelings about this happening. I also thought his birthday weekend would be the right time. This gives us almost three months to work out how and if we approach him. His birthday is on Sunday this year, and we'll have a party for his friends that afternoon and..." "No, Dear, I think we save this for the weekend after. If he has all weekend with you, he or you will be so wrung out by Sunday afternoon, that you'll both probably fall asleep while everyone is singing 'Happy Birthday'." "You're right, of course. The next weekend is President's Day weekend, and we will have Sunday and Monday to recuperate. Oh, I love you so much, my man. You always make me the happiest woman on the planet. "You know that I saw Ben Cromwell the other day, and he said he thought that I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, and more so now as a blonde. I told him I thought that you would agree, then told him that if he so much as leered in my direction again, I would tell you and he would be peeing through a straw from now on. He turned and quickly left me standing there. He left in such a hurry that I half expected to see burning rubber and clouds of smoke rising from the sidewalk. I think you scared the hell out of him that night in the club. I almost expected to see his pants get a spreading dark stain on them when I first mentioned your name. He is terrified of you, but he just can't get the image of Julie and me in those dresses out of his mind. I think it's kind of cute that some man has a wild crush on me, and he can't do a thing about it because my big, strong, handsome husband terrifies him to death." "Dear, just don't let yourself get into a position where he could get you alone. Maybe I need to teach you some of my martial arts moves so you can be just as dangerous as I am. I'll also teach you the 'fire in the eyes/anger thing' so you can scare the bejeezus out of him too. It's really quite simple." "Oh, I would love to learn that. Then we can both be equipped to make him piss in his pants." She started laughing then, and I soon joined her when I pictured Ben cringing in front of her with a wet spot developing in the front of his pants. Ben Cromwell is about my age, late thirties, maybe early forties, tall, about six one, and maybe about forty pounds over his recommended weight. He thinks he is handsome and a real ladies man. Due to his wandering ways, he is twice divorced. We always hear these wild stories of all the women he has conquered, especially the married ones. He never mentions any of the women who are married to the men around him at the time, but attend enough of his bragging sessions at the club and you will hear just about every man's wife's name mentioned at least once. Well, all except mine and a few others that we know damn well there would be no way, either due to a jealous husband or not worth his time or reputation. I would assume that about ninety percent of what he says is pure bullshit. But the fact that he is twice divorced due to adultery, I would bet that maybe ten percent could be true. The adultery is true though; Tom Moore, an attorney friend of mine, looked it up in the records. Yep, he was caught twice and a total of five women were mentioned as co-respondents in the two divorces. Kate rolled over toward me, then hugged me and kissed me goodnight. I heard her softly breathing in sleep shortly after. I, however, did not get right to sleep. I was still a little bothered about her request. I mean, if it had been some other guy, I might have figured that was it. Either I could live with the consequences or divorce her for adultery, but with our son... , WOW, that was a shocker. This could end very badly if Brad became really upset with it. This would have to be handled with extreme care, or it could blow up in our faces, and we would not only be ostracized from our son, but maybe even publicly damned, as well. I needed to talk to Kate about the real hazards of this decision. I confronted Katelyn after Brad had left for school the next morning. I explained my new thoughts and asked if she had even thought of what would happen if Brad said no, or if he panicked and went all moral on us. "Bob, it never crossed my mind that Brad would take that approach. My God, what was I thinking? I think I need to do some real soul searching to see if this is really something I have to have, or if it is just something I wanted to be able to fulfill a fantasy of mine. Thank you so much for seeing what I didn't, my husband." I could see that Kate's mind was finally wrapping her head around what all the consequences of her, or us, approaching Brad with this request, could be. I needed to get to work, and as I kissed my wife, she kind of made a half-hearted attempt to kiss me on my cheek, as she mentally struggled with this new twist in her dilemma. ------- About three weeks after our midnight talk, Katelyn decided we needed to talk some more. I had noticed that Kate had been dressing a little more erotically at home. Short skirts, blouses opened a little more, tighter skirts and pants, you know, things like that. I felt that what she was trying to do was to entice Brad into seeing her as a woman, instead of just as his mother. Of course, I reaped the benefits of this erotic display. When I would come home after she had had a very successful day of showing Brad a lot of skin and peek-a-boo shots of her boobs and panties, Kate was very horny. She followed me into the shower a couple of times, and we had sex right there, as well as in bed later. Kate wanted me to sound out Brad about her change in her dress and behavior, so like a good husband; I obeyed my wife and talked to him as I drove him home from swimming practice on Monday evening. "Brad, have you noticed a change in your mother lately? She has been dressing, and even acting, differently too. I'm kind of worried that she might be straying from our marriage. What do you think, Son?" "Dad, I don't think she is going with someone else. I know she has been acting kinda weird for Mom, but I don't think it's someone else." After pausing for a few minutes, he added, "Dad, can I ask you something ... ah ... it's kinda about Mom and how she's acting. But I don't want you to say anything to her, or you be mad at me. You promise?" "Brad, you can ask me anything and I will try to answer to the best of my ability. I've always told you that. If you want to ask, I'll never get mad at you for asking. I may not like the question or have all the right answers, but I will try to give you the information you want. But what does this have to do with your mother?" "Dad, are you and Mom getting along alright in ... ah ... well, in the bedroom? I'll explain the reason I asked, after you answer that first, OK?" "Sure, Son; and yes, everything is fine there. In fact, the last few weeks have been terrific; hardly a day goes by without some type of sex play. Why?" "Well, with Mom dressing kind of sexy, she has been a little careless with what she shows me. I mean she has all but taken her clothes off and showed herself to me only in her bra and panties, and the other day; I don't think she had a bra on when I glanced down her blouse as she bent over in front of me. Please don't be mad at me, Dad, I don't know why I did it ... you know, look, I mean. This is all so weird, but at the same time, I am looking forward to each time she flashes me with her body. I hope you understand, because I'm not sure I do." "Brad, I think that she is looking for compliments from someone younger. I tell your mother that she is the most beautiful and sexiest woman I know, and still, it is kind of like she expects that from me because I married her, so I have to think that way. Your mother is getting to that age when women start beginning to feel unattractive to men in general. They are starting to age; some of the things that stood up are now sagging a little, if you know what I mean." He nodded. "Their skin is developing small wrinkles, but they see them as deep canyons that make them look ugly. They look at themselves in the mirror and think, 'God, I am losing my looks, what will my husband think. He'll see me as some old hag he has to keep around for the children's sake.' They also look and see a slight bulge in their tummy, or a single gray hair, and blow it all out of proportion. It may only be a bulge of a few millimeters, but they see themselves as starting to get fat and ugly." "But Mom's not fat or ugly. She's one of the most beautiful women her age that I know. I mean, other than Mrs. Morgan, she is more beautiful than any of the mothers of my friends or ones I see around here. She can't be that insecure, can she?" "I don't think so, Son, but let's do this. For the next couple of weeks, compliment her on how beautiful she looks. Maybe even compare her to girls at school or other mothers, but please not Mrs. Morgan. She is only like 24, and a trophy wife to old Stan. God, Stan must be sixty or more, but he does have a lot of money, and that is what attracts trophy wives. I think they hope to give the guy a heart attack from all the sex, and then get all his money when he dies. Oh yeah, you should also kind of sneak into your conversations that you think she looks sexy or hot. That will put a real smile on her face. If we both keep telling her that we love and want her just like she is, maybe she will get the picture that we do actually love her." "Dad, are you sure I should tell her she looks sexy or even hot. I mean, she's my mom." "Well, would you agree that Mrs. Henderson down the block is sexy and hot?" "Hell yeah. Oh sorry, Dad." "Hey, you'll not get any argument from me. Yes, she is hot, but she is also a mother, right? Charlie is what, ten or eleven now? She's a mother and we both agree that she is sexy, so why can't your mother be sexy too?" "You're right, Dad, Mom is sexy, isn't she? You know, I guess I never looked at Mom as anything but my mother. Maybe you're right, and I need to start telling her how much I love her. Thanks, Dad. I'm glad we had this talk and I'm especially glad you're not mad at me for what we talked about." "Son, you need to learn that I'm here for you. We can talk about anything under the sun or even nothing at all. You're my son and that will never change, no matter what happens, OK?" "Thanks, Dad; you're the best dad ever." Once home, Brad went off to shower and change, while I relayed some of our conversation to Kate. She was pleased that I was actually taking an active role in this matter. Brad came down for dinner in track shorts and a tee shirt. He walked over to Kate at the stove, and hugged her from behind, with his hands on her waist and his head over her right shoulder, he said, "I love you, Mom. Thanks for waiting dinner for us. I'm starved; what're we having? Whatever it is sure smells good." He then walked over to the table and sat down. He winked at me and started talking about how practice went. Kate was astonished, and stood there with a blank look on her face, mumbled something, then finished putting the roast and mashed potatoes on the table. Kate looked at me and I just smiled. The rest of dinner went very well; Brad even complimented her on the meal and asked if she wanted help cleaning up the dishes and the kitchen. She told him it was my turn and he could go study. He winked at me again when Kate turned around, then he left. I gave him a 'thumbs up' as he disappeared. "All right, who is that man and what have you done to our son?" "Who me, I had nothing to do with that ... well, maybe a little. We talked some on the way home and I told him that he should compliment you a little. I explained how a lot of women kind of thought they lost a lot of their appeal once they reached middle age, well your age, anyway. It suddenly dawned on him that you were a very attractive woman, as well as his mother. He didn't come right out and say it, but I got the impression that once he saw you in this new light, he saw a MILF. He already mentioned that he thought that Gloria Henderson was hot, and I asked that he not compare you to Candy Morgan, but to compare you to other mothers he knew, and he said that you were much prettier and nicer than all the others. He just wanted to make sure I wouldn't be mad at him if he looked at you differently. I gave him permission to look, so now the ball is in your court." "Well, I'm not going to go around naked in front of him, but I may step it up some." "I don't think that is a good idea right now. Just give him some time to come to grips with this new you; and we can see what happens. I mean, you don't want him to peak too early, now do you? You do want this as a birthday present for this seventeenth birthday, right?" "Yes, of course. But then too, I don't want to wear you out by teasing Brad, then raping you at night." "Darling, you can't rape the willing, besides I am not complaining ... yet." "Oh you, I'll get you for that tonight, or better still, maybe you won't get any for a couple of days for that remark." "Oh boy, I get some rest." "Dream on, buddy boy, dream on." Needless to say, I was 'rode hard and put away wet' later that night. Things went pretty much like before, Kate teasing Brad. Brad, however, was getting more into the teasing and complimenting, and outright ogling his mother. This went on all through the holidays and we were in the first half of January when I noticed a step up in the teasing by Kate. I guess as Brad's birthday was just a month away, she wanted to see if this would, or even could, happen. February second, Groundhog Day, was the day to bring this all together. After a great meal that evening, we sat Brad down in the living room and Kate said she had a confession to make. "Bradley, we, ah ... that is, your father and I, have discussed this and we think it's time you knew what has been going on lately. I have been feeling a little like I am losing some of my appeal for your father as I'm getting older, I guess. I said older, not getting old, so no snickering from you two." "Mom, you are not getting old. I think, and so does Dad, that you are probably the most beautiful woman on the planet. How can you say things like that about yourself?" "Brad, that is so nice of you to say, but this is not going where I wanted this conversation to go. Quite a while ago, your father expressed a wish ... a fantasy ... a wild thought anyway, that he had, and well ... we acted it out." "But what has that got to do with me?" "That's what I'm getting to. You see, I have a fantasy too ... and well, we wanted to discuss this with you to see if you would like to help that wish come true for me." "Dad, what is Mom talking about? This is getting scary." "Brad, let me explain a little. My far out fantasy was that I could make love to two women at the same time. Your mother thought about that for a long time, then planned it so that it could come true..." "That's when that other lady, Julie, came over here and stayed that week, and I was farmed out to Ted's for the weekend, right? But that's not right, Dad. You cheated on Mom; how could you?" "Actually it's not cheating if all three of us were there all the time. Brad, Honey, I made his fantasy happen, but my fantasy is different." "Oh, so you want to go out and find some guy to fuck, too? Mom, how could you do that to Dad, and Dad how could you let her? You said you love her. I know you do, but would you let some other guy do that to you and her? Man, that's sick." Brad got up from the sofa and tried to leave. "Bradley Martin Stevenson, you sit down and behave yourself, and watch your language too, Mister! This is very important to your mother and she is pouring her heart out and we are obligated to listen. No matter whether we like the subject or not, we at least owe her the respect to listen and hear her out. Now sit down and shut up until she is finished. Do you think we would react the same way if you had something you needed to get out in the open? Well, do you?" I had raised my voice a little towards the end of my rampage. I let him stew for a few minutes, then said, "I think you owe your mother an apology, don't you?" "Yes, Dad. Mom, I'm sorry for blowing up like that, but you have to admit the things you are talking about don't normally have anything to do with me. This should be between you and Dad." "Yes, Bradley, it would normally be just between us, but this also involves you ... well, it actually involves the whole family. If this happens, then I guess it could be thought of as cheating in a sense, but since your father and I both know, then I am not doing anything behind his back. I would hardly call that cheating. Yes, it could be called adultery, but what happened before with Julie could be considered that too. We are only talking about one weekend, just two days, that's all. This would only be a onetime thing, never to be repeated again. I know that sounds really strange and stupid, but adults sometimes act stupidly, especially when it comes to sex." "OK, so you want me to say yes or no as to whether or not it is going to bother me if you go out and whore yourself to some other man. God, Mom, you are one of the most beautiful women I know. Why in the world would you want to jeopardize your marriage and this family for a weekend of thrills? Can you explain that to me?" "Brad, let me try to answer that. I'm sure that you have that one fantasy that you would love to make come true, but you know that it will never happen. I don't care what it is; just think of that one thing. Now suppose that the opportunity arose where you could actually indulge in that fantasy and not suffer any bad consequences, that there would be no recriminations, and no one would know it happened, except the parties involved. Would you do it? Think about that for a minute, and then decide if you still hate your mother and I for bringing this matter up." Brad sat there, looked back and forth between the two of us, and stayed silent for some time. "Mom, Dad, yes, I do have a fantasy, and boy is it a weird one, but yes, if given the opportunity, then, I think I would take it. But there would never be a repeat, nor would anyone get hurt by it happening. I guess I see what you are talking about, but the weird thing is why involve me in this? You didn't say anything about this when your other fantasy was fulfilled, why this one?" "Because you might see or hear something that would make it apparent that your mother was involved with someone else besides me; that's why." "OK, so who is this other guy that Mom has the hots for? Mom, so who is this special guy that you just have to have, in order to live your life like normal people?" "Bradley, this other someone is ... well he is someone younger than me, in fact he is more your age. And..." "You want a guy my age, my God, that's like corrupting a minor or something, isn't it?" "Yes, I guess it would be." "You guess; that would be like you and I ... Oh GOD!!! It is me, isn't it? You want me in your bed and for me to make love to you, right?" "Please, Brad, calm down; you don't have to get so excited and angry about this." "But, Dad, you didn't answer my question, SHE wants me. I'm her fantasy. How can you even think of such a thing; besides corrupting a minor, its incest too? My God, you two are really sick." "So I take it that your answer is a definite no then." "Yes, ... er ... I ... ah ... no not really ... I need some time to think about this." "Bradley, Honey, nothing will ever be said about this by either of us. It is entirely up to you to say yes or no, but please don't hate me or your father for bringing it up. We want you to think this over before you decide one way or the other. I know you are hurting to think that we betrayed you right now. Please try to think about our feelings too, not just your own. Don't be selfish or too self-righteous that you don't see this from every view. Promise me that you won't make a snap decision, OK?" "Mom, I can't guarantee anything right now. I am confused, embarrassed, and I don't know what all, but I will think about this and try to give you an honest answer when I know one myself. It may take me a couple of days to decide. This is a huge decision, and you're right in that I shouldn't make a decision in the heat of the moment. I'm going up to my room, goodnight." Kate fell apart; I went to her chair, picked her up, and carried her to the sofa, then just held her as she cried her eyes out. She would stop every once in a while, then soon start sobbing with great wracking sobs again, then pull me tighter and cry silently again. "Bob, I really hurt him tonight, didn't I? I scarred him for life. He will hate me forever. Oh my God, why couldn't I have just kept my big mouth shut? I think I killed any future relationship we would have with him. He might never talk to either of us ever again. Can they arrest you for discussing or wanting incest?" "No, Mother, they can't. Well, at least I don't think so. I'm not going to tell anyone about this. I just came downstairs for a soda. I don't think that I hate either of you, but this was a huge surprise. I have been thinking about what all was said here tonight, and I'm going to keep thinking for a while, but I'm not mad. I'm disappointed and hurt, but not mad. I don't think I could ever hate you, Mom. I love you too much for that, you too, Dad. I think that I need to have a long conversation with you tomorrow night, Dad. I have a lot of unanswered questions that I hope you can answer for me. But things are just too jumbled up right now for me to think clearly. I hope you both understand?" "Of course, Brad. Like your mother said, this is completely your decision. Nothing will ever again be said about this, no matter what that decision is. OK, Son?" "Yeah, Dad, and thanks for clearing that up for me. Ah ... if we were to do this, there wouldn't be anything between us guys, right?" "No, Brad, this would only be for your mother's pleasure. You and I would not be involved with each other at all." "But what if I wanted to ... well ... ah..." "We'll explore that once we get to that point, until then, I would say no, but it may not be completely out of the question. The time, mood, and circumstances would dictate if it would happen or not. Does that help?" "Oh, yeah, I think that part would be even a little too weird for me. I have always been a little curious, but not enough to try it. Thanks, Dad. Mom, I do love you, well both of you. I know that you can't have any more kids, Dad explained that when we had the sex talk long ago. I'm sorry that I didn't have a sister or brother to pal around with, but with you two as parents; I haven't felt that I missed anything. Anyway, I'm tired and totally confused right now, so goodnight and remember I still do love you both." "Goodnight, Son," I said. Kate got up from the sofa and ran to Brad, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you so much, Bradley. I'm so sorry that I even mentioned this to you. I'm almost sure that you will hate me forever." "Mom, I can't hate you. Please let me work through this on my own. I need some answers from Dad tomorrow or maybe the next day, but we'll need to discuss some things before I can make my decision. Once I work through all this and get it straight in my head, we'll all talk again as a family, Okay?" "That's all I can ask for, Baby. Goodnight." Kate came back to me and sat in my lap, then went back to crying silently. She fell asleep in my arms after a while. I let her sleep for a while, and then carried her upstairs. She woke when I tried to lay her on the bed. "Bob, did I really proposition our son? My God, I must be a really sick person to do that. How can either of you still love me after that revelation?" "Well Dear; for one thing, he hasn't dismissed it out of hand. From what I could read from what he said when he came back downstairs, he is not totally opposed to the idea. He asked if he and I had to participate just for you. So he is at least thinking about the possibility. Also, when I mentioned his fantasy, he had this faraway look in his eyes, then there was a sparkle like he suddenly thought that maybe his wildest fantasy could come true, as well. When he thought that, I think is when he realized that his favorite fantasy just might coincide with yours. But I'm sure his didn't include me being there." "You don't really think that is it, do you? I mean his hidden fantasy is to have me." "Katie, remember what I said about boys sexual fantasies about their moms. Yes, I think it is a distinct possibility. He's at that age that he could have thought of it. It's one which he had filed away as 'never going to happen in my lifetime' so it was a buried idea that may have only been a glimmer of a thought. But now, there is a possibility that it can come true. Yeah, there is the whole 'Is Dad involved too?' thing, but he is thinking about it. So I say we just wait and see how he decides. That's all we can do for now. Why don't you go soak in the tub with some bubbles for a while, and I'll bring you a nice glass of wine to go with the massage I'll give you when you're done pruning up." I dodged a half-hearted slap as she rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. Editing by Pepere And Proof Reading by prissy_35503 ------- Chapter 3 That next Monday, Brad called me and asked that I pick him up from practice again. I said that I would be there. In the car, Brad said, "Dad, can we go by a drive-thru and get something to drink, then go somewhere quiet and talk, OK?" "Sure thing, Brad." After getting our drinks, I pulled into the big supermarket parking lot and parked away from the store, where most of the employees parked. We sat for a few minutes while Brad seemed deep in thought. "Dad, would you be real upset if it was just Mom and me?" "Well, I really wouldn't be very happy about it. Your mother's fantasy is really kind of like mine was. She wanted two men fawning all over her and acting upon her every wish. That would be kind of selfish and pointless if I wasn't there now, wouldn't it? I can kind of see why you might not want me there, but I can assure you that I am only doing this for your mother. There is nothing in it for me. Yes, I'll participate, but only for what she wants. Yeah, I get some sex out of it, but I get that anyway, so what is the difference to me?" "But what if Mom said that she just wanted the two of us to be there and not include you. Would you be alright with that?" "Well, two things about that. First, this is your mother's fantasy, not yours. Second, if I'm not there, then I would consider it to be cheating. Yes, I would know it was happening, but I really can't say that I approve of that, because I don't. I know there's a very fine line between cheating and knowing, but it is there. I'm really not sure I could accept that unless your mother convinced me it was her idea all along, and even then, I would not like the result." "I see, Dad; that is your final say in the matter, then?" "Yes, that's it. Without me, it has two endings; no sex or divorce. That's where I draw the line in the sand. I'm sorry that it might sound selfish, but that is how I feel. So, is this going to happen as a birthday present for you or not?" "I don't know yet. I need to talk to Mom first, then we can all talk together. This is to be my big present from you guys to me for turning seventeen, no car or trip?" "We'll have to see what happens on your birthday. We planned for this to happen on the next weekend so that we would all have a three-day weekend to rest up afterwards." "Thanks, Dad, I don't have to like your answers, but I can certainly see where you are coming from. We'll talk again; let's go home now." When we got home, Brad grabbed his bag and went straight to his room. I let Kate know what we talked about and she wanted to go upstairs and let Brad know that if I wasn't there it wouldn't happen either. I told her to just trust me; he would work out what he wanted to do. I reminded her that we would leave the decision of his participation up to him. The Stevenson residence was kind of chilly for a few days. Finally, on Wednesday, the eighth, before his birthday on the twelfth, Brad asked if we could talk after dinner. We said sure and went on eating. Afterward, Kate and I sat next to each other on the sofa, and Brad sat in Kate's chair. "Alright, here is my take on this. Yes, Mother, I would love to have sex with you, but Dad says that he has to be there or the whole thing is off. I can understand his reasoning, but I disagree. If he has to be there, then he can sit in a chair and watch, but not participate. I don't want sloppy seconds from anyone." "You listen to me you pompous horse's ass. You don't dictate the conditions, I do! This is my fantasy, not yours! I say that your father participates or the whole thing is off the table forever. I want to be penetrated by two men at the same time; that isn't going to happen with me on the bed and your father in a chair. So you can take your sanctimonious self-righteous attitude and stuff it so far up your ass that you choke on it. This discussion is over. That's it; your chance of ever getting me is gone. Go to your room and think about this and see if you can figure out just how much you just fucked yourself," Kate said, and then stalked off out of the house. I looked at Brad and said, "I think you just shit where you eat. I don't think you should be down here when she comes back. I'll try to calm her down, but man, did you royally fuck up." Brad looked lost, suddenly his whole world collapsed under him and he didn't have a safety net. He started with "Dad I ... I'm sorry ... I didn't think that it was such a big deal." Just as he said that, we heard tires squealing and the roar of a car. "I think I know where she will go. Go on now; I'll try to see if I can calm her down. Please, Son, just go upstairs and I'll try to smooth things over. Please don't say anything until she does, OK?" "OK, Dad." I grabbed my coat and headed out. Kate had taken my Durango, so I had to take her Lexus. I finally found the keys in her coat pocket. I took the coat and drove down to the club that we sometimes go to dance at. They have a great bar area, as well as a dance floor. I saw my Dodge in the parking lot, so I found a spot and went inside with Kate's coat. She was at a table with a glass of wine already in her hand. "So here you are. I thought you would be here." "Where else would I be? I know of only one bar close to home, and this is it. I really needed a drink." "Well, white wine isn't going to get you mellow very quick." "I'm not sure that I want to get drunk very quickly, besides my anger is keeping the wine from working very well. Did he say anything after I left?" "Not much, I think he finally figured out how badly he handled that. He assumed that he had the upper hand since we came to him. He quickly found out that he didn't hold any cards at all. You cut him down very hard and fast, and he will have to really think about this some more before he realizes that he never really had any say in this, except yes or no. It happens by your rules, or it doesn't happen at all. I suppose when it comes down to basics, I never had any input into this either, except yes or no." "No, Dear; you really didn't. You could ask me not to do this, but it is still my decision if we go forward. I'm not sure that I could live with the consequences of you saying no and me saying yes. I suppose that you would leave us if I did." "That is a distinct possibility, Katelyn. It was always a possibility." I ordered a beer and we sat, not really talking much. A little later on, we talked about the house she was trying to sell. It was a very nice little three room bungalow that would suit us just fine once Brad moved out to go to college. He had been looking at Ohio State, Penn State, and the University of Tennessee. After the problems with Penn State, he had kind of crossed them off and was now looking at Michigan too. We had close to half a million socked away for that little adventure. Most of that was from the suit, but we had added to it every so often. He had no idea how much was available, and we weren't telling him either, not until he was accepted by a school, and maybe not even then. We sat and talked about a number of things, then got up and left. Since Kate normally left for work after I did, we brought the Dodge home and I would drop her off to pick up her Lexus in the morning. We really hammed it up when we got home. Kate acted very drunk and slurred all her words and bumped into walls and furniture on the way up the stairs. As we neared the top of the stairs, she shouted, "How dare that pipsh ... pipshhqueak th ... th ... think that he could tell mezz swhat to do, huh? Whose he tink he ish, God or shomebody?" "Katie, just calm down, please don't wake him. He'll start ranting and raving all over again, or you'll really get him mad and he'll leave us. Calm down, and we'll talk again later when you're not so upset. OK, Darling? Now let's get you in bed and..." That's as far as I got before I heard a retching sound and Katie screamed, "OH Fuck, not on the carpet. I know I'll make him clean ish up, serve him riche to clean up my mess cause o him." "Don't worry, I'll get it. I have to get you in the bathroom." I had opened a can of mixed vegetables downstairs, and mixed some ketchup, a little beer, and white wine into it and put it in a paper cup for Kate to carry. When she retched, she threw the contents of the cup on the hallway carpet and even a little on the wall. I knew it would clean up if I got to it right away and so I escorted my 'drunken' wife into the bathroom, and left her there to clean up and get ready for bed. I went out into the hall, and there was Brad, leaning down with a large bath towel from his bathroom trying to soak up the fake vomit. I had hoped that he had heard us. "Brad, what are you doing out here? Your mom is not in any mood to see you. I really appreciate that you want to help, but let me get that, OK?" "No, Dad. This is all my fault. I need to clean this up and maybe I can still save your marriage. I guess Mom got a little plowed." "I don't think 'a little' is quite accurate. When I found her, she had switched from wine to beer and before I got her calmed down enough to leave, she had a couple of shots of whiskey and Tequila. Boy, is she going to be sorry tomorrow. You go on to bed now, Son. I'll get this cleaned up before it stains. I know how to make sure it doesn't. You need to get your sleep so you can pay attention in school tomorrow." "Alright, Dad, but I still I think I should clean this up since I caused it." "We can talk all about that later, right now, git. I left your mother hugging porcelain and I don't want to leave her alone too long." "Goodnight, Dad; I'm really sorry you got stuck with all the work and ... well, I'm sorry about everything tonight." "Thank you, Brad, but we'll live through this. It may take a while, but we can work things out when we're all calmer." Brad reluctantly left then and I heard his door close. I quickly ran downstairs and got my cleaning supplies and cleaned up the mess on the carpet and wall. By the time I got back upstairs and in to our bedroom, Kate was asleep. Breakfast was a very quiet, somber, affair. I couldn't remember a quieter meal. Nothing was said at all. All conversation consisted of pointing and nodding. Bradley finally left for school and I saw the bus pull away with Brad on it. "Kate, even with your hair all mussed up, wearing that robe, and no makeup on, you still look beautiful to me. I think Brad got the message. Now you run on up and get ready and I'll drop you off at the Slipper Club on my way to work. I hope your buyer finds the financing he was looking for, but then again, maybe we need to buy that place and lease it out until Brad starts college." "You know that buying it and leasing it out doesn't sound like a half bad idea, but I really do like our home here. We have the added workout room, the pool, sauna, and hot tub. We're established here and I really like this house. True, it might seem a little big when Brad moves out, but I think we can live with it for a while. I need to get ready, and you need to do the dishes while I get dressed." Kate left and I cleaned up the kitchen from breakfast. It wasn't much, just three bowls, three glasses, and our coffee cups. I rinsed them all and put them in the dishwasher, wiped off the table and counter, and got ready for work. I turned the coffee maker off and put the carafe in the fridge so I could heat it up in the microwave tonight. I pulled my car out of the garage and had it by the back door when Kate came out, locking the door behind her. Off we went to pick up her car so we could both go to work. Brad was talking with his mother when I got home that night, so I figured that he had come to some conclusions, and maybe even a decision. He still had almost eight days left to make up his mind about what his answer would be. I kind of expected another meeting tonight, but Brad just went back upstairs after dinner, saying he was going to work on his math homework. "I noticed that you two were talking when I got home, anything I need to know about," I asked Kate. "Well, first he apologized to me for his arrogance and he realized that he really screwed up last night. Then he just kind of asked me what my fantasy entailed. I said that I wanted to experience a different man inside me, someone who's touch and technique was different than yours. I also wanted to have a dick in my pussy and one in my mouth, and maybe a dick in my mouth and someone eating my pussy. He asked about anal, and I said we had tried it, but that you were too large and that I might consider it if circumstances were different, which means if the dick is much smaller in diameter. I again reiterated that if he said no, that was it. We would act as if it was never even mentioned. I also told him that I was the boss; I said what did and didn't happen, and even when. That was about the extent of it. I think he finally realized that I was in control of this and not him, or you." "Well then, I suspect we will hear an answer in a couple of days. Is he going out with Becky Hornsby tomorrow night? I think I heard him mention it earlier this week." "He is, as far as I know. I have everything ready for his party on Sunday. I'll pick up the cake on Saturday morning, and I picked up the tickets for his flight to Fort Lauderdale for spring break this morning. We got a real good deal on those tickets. I'm sure glad you thought of them. I'm sure he is going to enjoy the time down there." The weekend went as planned; Brad was thrilled with his gift of the flight and motel reservations. We had ten of his friends over for the party, including Becky, Ted, and Marcia, Ted's girlfriend. Nothing more was said about next weekend, and we didn't bring it up either. On Tuesday, we were informed that a family meeting was requested after dinner. We gathered in the living room just like the last time, with Kate and me on the sofa and Brad in Kate's chair. "Mom, Dad, I have come to my decision. I would like to make mom happy and fulfill her fantasy, and to a certain degree, mine as well. Yes, my fantasy has been Mom and I alone for quite some time, but it was just a pipe dream. I know from talking with you, Dad, that that would never happen without you leaving us. I can understand why and I wouldn't blame you either. I do request that there never be anything between us two guys. That part just turns me off in so many ways that I just can't describe my feelings on the subject. I think this weekend is perfect, as like Dad had said earlier, it allows us time to wind down and rest up before school and work on Tuesday. Becky and I do have a date for Sunday evening, so I need to have some rest before then. OK, I'm done, now it is up to you, Mom." "Thank you, Bradley. We appreciate your honesty and candor. I suggest that we start after dinner on Friday and we will run until before breakfast on Sunday morning. That is our time frame. Are there any objections with that? Fine, then it is settled. Brad, why don't you go on up and finish your homework, while your father and I clean up and do the dishes." There wasn't much more that could be said, we just waited until Friday evening. I was looking forward to this weekend with mixed emotions. I sorely wanted to give Kate her fantasy, but I was also worried a little that maybe Brad would be better than me. There were a couple of things there. One, a father always wants to be better than his son at something, sports, driving, sex, whatever. But then too, a father wants his son to succeed in everything he does. This is no exception. Then there is a third emotion; can I really stand by as another man touches my wife. Not only touches, but makes love to her while I am watching or even participating. Can I really do this and not get jealous? That green-eyed monster may rear his ugly head and then what? I know it's a double standard, but there it is. I mean, what man in his right mind would ever even conceive of this idea. Maybe that is it in a nutshell; I'm probably not in my right mind. If I was, I would have turned Julie down, and I would have said no to this when it was first brought up. But, alas, I am only human, and not a very good one I guess, to be cuckolded by a woman, then again by my own son. I guess that I am no better than one of those wimpy husbands that I have read about in a lot of those cheating stories on the internet. You know the ones where the wife cheats for years, and he takes it or maybe even gets bullied by her lovers. Well, it's too late now for second guesses about backing out. It's time. There is probably no need to describe the weekend; I'm sure you can use your imagination as well as anyone. Yes, it was terrific, horrific, and long. First, Brad was built somewhat like me, although I was slightly longer and much wider in girth. But due to his size, he was able to penetrate Kate anally once, and she said once was enough. Yes, we made almost every combination you could think of, excluding two men together. Brad was in a hurry at first, and tried to beat Kate into submission with his fast and furious strokes. He almost bruised her vaginal area with his constant pounding. That was typical of a young man; he knew nothing of making love, only animalistic fucking or rutting. After he did this a second time, Kate stopped him and told him to watch me make love to her body. We explained what we were doing, as well as why we were doing it that way. Before the weekend was over, Brad had become an accomplished lover. He was considerate of his partner's feelings, moods, and some of her signals. He also learned that he had to listen to his partner. Really listening gave him clues to know what to do and when. I think that in the long run, the weekend was a great thing for Brad. He may even thank us, later on in life, for what we taught him this freaky weekend. I'm sure that Becky was also appreciative of his new skills. We did do double penetrations several times. Once with Brad getting a blowjob while I made love to Kate's pussy, then she blowing me while letting Brad slowly fuck her. We also tried the real DP, with me on my back, Kate facing me and my dick nestled in her cunt, and with lots of lube, Brad slowly entered her anus and we both fucked my wife. We could feel the other one sliding in and out of her body through the thin membrane between her velvety tunnel and her slick ass. We fucked her until I could tell that she was getting close, and her moans were telling me she was real close, I told Bradley that he needed to be close too, as we were both very close to cumming. He said he was too, then Katie froze up and squeezed us both; her pussy muscles and sphincter closed down tight and we both built up pressure until she relaxed once her orgasm was over, then we both let loose and hosed her insides with our jism. That is the one time Brad was able to get her ass all weekend. She was sore afterwards; I think more because of the overuse of her muscles during her cum than anything else. We each had a shower right after that, then we rested, ate a little snack, and tried to get our strength back. Then it was back upstairs and back to fucking my wife. Due to Brad's youth and stamina, he ended up cumming more than I did, but the whole thing was for Katelyn to fulfill her fantasy. We rested several times during the two days and nights. We did get some sleep early Saturday morning, then it was about non-stop fucking and sucking until later on, when we rested again and ate some pizza I ordered. Saturday evening was a little less frantic, as less fucking and more loving was going on. This is when Bradley learned a whole lot more about women and loving, rather than rutting and animalistic fucking. I think things wound down about two and we all slept until about noon. That was it, we were done. We all took showers, ate lunch, and tried to totally unwind from the last hours of debauchery. After Brad left to go pick Becky up, I asked Kate, "Well, was all the effort worth it?" "In a way, yes. I no longer have a fantasy that I want to pursue, but I am so tired and worn out that I think I can sleep for a month and still not get rested. I am sore just about all over; my pussy hurts, my tits feel as though they are hanging by a thread, especially my nipples. My ass is tender, but nowhere near when you tried. But I'm glad that we were able to teach Brad something about love and sex. I suspect that he now has a whole new outlook on those two subjects. I think that alone makes the weekend all worthwhile. How are you holding up? I thought there were a couple of times that you were not that enthusiastic about what was going on." "I will freely admit that there were a few times that jealousy reared its ugly head, but I fought it off and I was able to deal with it. But please, no more fantasies ... please? I'm not sure my heart or my mind can live through any more. I love you more than life itself and I won't share you with anyone ever again. I don't care; even if I ask, promise me you'll tell me no, OK?" "OK, Bob, I promise no more fantasies and no more sharing. I love you, Bob." "I love you too, Katelyn." Editing by Pepere And Proof Reading by prissy_35503 ------- The End ------- Posted: 2012-02-26 Last Modified: 2012-02-28 / 09:18:38 am ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------