Death by
Fucking © 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter 21 Fantasies
Andrew’s Story
I was in the middle of my
favorite part of the day. I had my
tongue buried deeply in Dee Dee’s pussy, tasting that sweet nectar. She was really in to it now, her passion
rising and approaching a peak. I was
trying to decide how long I should drag it out.
I can keep her up as long as I want, sometimes. She can become crazed: needing, wanting, but
never having. It’s damn sexy.
To see my beautiful
serene wife lose all semblance of control is as good as it gets. Of course, maybe because I do this to her
almost every day is why she’s so damn serene the rest of the time. I hadn’t thought of that. Anyway it’s my favorite part of the day. I love to eat her pussy.
This is a time when I
absolutely do not like to be interrupted.
Cunnilingus interruptus really
pisses me off. But sure as the phone
ringing when you’re in the shower, I heard that little voice in my head.
I’m not like most other
guys. When they hear that little voice
in their heads, it’s usually their conscience calling. Me, I hear Emmy. And she has no discernable conscience of
which I’m aware.
“Daddy”, I heard. “Are
you busy?”
To my credit, my tongue
never broke stride. (Is that a mixed
metaphor?) But I answered her
anyway. “You know I’m busy. This better
be important!”
“Daddy, Jake’s leaving. You’ve
gotta stop him!”
“How much time do I have?” Well darn, I wanted to finish Deirdre off. What am I, some kind of a sadist?
“He’s getting dressed now, Daddy.
He’ll be gone in five minutes.”
My only option was to
attack Dee Dee’s clit. I sucked that
little button between my lips and licked it like a lollipop. I heard a blood-curdling shriek and realized
I had caught Deirdre completely off guard.
She never expected a full frontal assault since I usually bring her to a
slow boil before I begin any serious work.
Her orgasm was unexpected
and incredibly intense. Her thighs
clamped my head in a vise grip as I kept her at a peak. Her pussy was grinding on my mouth as her
eyes rolled back in her head. Finally
she collapsed in a heap.
I heard her saying “Oh my
God! Oh my God!”
Do I have a great life or
what?
I climbed up and held her
in my arms for a moment, trying to savor the feel of my sweet Deirdre. I love her.
I kissed her passionately. I gave
a little peck on each cheek and then on each closed eyelid. But then I had to go.
I reached out to Emmy. “Are you involved in this?” As if I
didn’t know.
I heard her reply. “Kinda, Daddy. I’ll
meet you in the living room.”
I slipped on some tennis
shorts and a tee shirt and hurried down the stairs. Emmy was coming out of the eGirls’ room.
Jake was in the living
room, headed for the door. I called out
to him. “Hey Jake, hold up for a
minute.”
He didn’t look too happy,
but he paused and turned towards me.
Emmy came running down the stairs.
She was crying. Dang, I don’t
remember the last time I saw Emmy cry.
Even Jake looked concerned.
Emma said, “I’m sorry
Jake. It’s my fault! I’m the one.
Be mad at me.”
Jake didn’t have a clue
what Emma was talking about. After all, no
one knew about the ‘special talents’ that the eKids come by naturally. We’ve been keeping it under wraps, just
covering our ass, so to speak.
But Emma had decided that
this was important enough to let the cat out of the bag. I was a bit miffed. I am her father after all.
Jake said, “It’s not your
fault Emma. Don’t worry about it,
honey.”
Emma said, “Yes it is!!
It is my fault. I’m sorry.”
She was crying and looked pitiful.
I saw her doing a pretty good Joanne Woodward tonight, so I wasn’t sure
if she was acting or if this was the real thing.
I thought I better step
in here. “Jake, sit down on the sofa and
let’s talk. There’re some things you
should know.”
We sat down, Jake and
Emma on the couch, me on one of those chairs that women seem to accumulate but
men can hardly get comfortable in. I
wasn’t sure how to do this.
“Jake, I’ve got some
things to tell you that are top secret.
If you don’t want to know them, or are afraid you can’t keep your mouth
shut, then head on out of here and we’ll forget about it.”
Jake was already
annoyed. I didn’t know why, but he
looked pretty upset. So he said, “Drew,
you know I can keep my mouth shut. What
the hell is this about? Oh, sorry Emma.”
Emma gave a tentative
smile behind her tears. “You can swear
around me as much as you damn well please, Jake. I live with Daddy, remember?”
Why is it that whenever
people around here get into it, I end up being used as a bad example? I’m supposed to be the authority figure in
this house, aren’t I?
I said, “Jake the kids
have some abilities that we’ve never discussed with anyone. I’m not talking about intelligence. We’ve never hidden how intelligent they are.
But they’ve got other abilities, ones that are cutting edge, even a little
dangerous.”
Jake had no idea what I
was talking about. So Emma jumped
in. “Jake, I can read minds. I’m telepathic.”
Jake actually smiled at
that one. “Go on. You’re pulling my leg, right?”
Emma said, “No. If I try hard I can tell what you are
thinking. You’ve noticed that Edie and
Eddie don’t have much to say? That’s
because they prefer to talk mind to mind.
It’s easier and faster.”
Jake asked, “Can normal
people hear you?” It was an obvious
question. He still looked incredulous,
but he’s been around the eKids long enough to know that they can do just about
anything. Why not this too?
Emma replied, “They can
hear us sometimes if we project right to them.
Daddy can always hear us if we talk to him.”
Jake asked me, “Is that
true, Drew?”
“Yeah, Jake.
I’ve been able to communicate with them since before they were
born. All of the eKids have this
ability.”
I saw Jake’s eyes open wide. He turned to Emma. “You did WHAT?”
I turned to Emma
too. “What exactly did you do,
Emmy? Just tell me about tonight.
Jake said to me, “Didn’t
you hear her? Did you hear what she did?”
Emmy looked like she was
going to cry again. She said, “No I
didn’t Jake. I couldn’t make you do
something like that. You both already wanted
to.”
I was confused. I was missing part of this conversation. “Please, for the duration of this discussion,
would you two kindly verbalize? I’m
missing half of what’s being said here.”
Jake said, “You mean
we’ve been doing it? Talking
telepathically? I’ll be a son of a
bitch! I didn’t even notice.”
I told Emma, “You better
tell Jake exactly what happened. And say
it! You dragged me away from Dee
Dee. The least you can do is include me in.”
Jake had a half smile on
his face. “You were with Dee Dee?”
I was getting
exasperated. “Yes! I was with Dee Dee. And I left her only half-done, which really
pisses me off. She’s my wife! Occasionally I’m with her, if Emma will ever
leave me alone! And we’re not talking about
me and Dee Dee; we’re talking about you and Helen. Aren’t we?”
Emma said to Jake, “You
and Helen wanted to be together. It was
obvious to everyone. Even Daddy must
have noticed. But Homo sapiens are always so afraid.
Usually they’re afraid of looking foolish. They don’t do the very things they want to do
most, just because they are afraid of being embarrassed. I saw what Helen and you wanted, so I
‘tweaked’ you just a bit so you wouldn’t be embarrassed by it. That’s all.
I couldn’t make you like each other.
You two did that by yourselves.”
Jake said, “You can do
that? Unbelievable! Well, that’s not the problem. If you did it, I’m kind of grateful you
did. But that’s not the problem.”
Emma started to cry
again. “I’m sorry, Jake. It was a joke. I just ‘goosed’ Helen’s mind a little
bit. I wasn’t listening, I promise. But I thought it would be funny if she used
Daddy’s name. I know I was wrong. When Daddy got around to Momma Donnie, I was
going to let her scream ‘Jake’. I
thought it would make for a fun morning tomorrow. I’m sorry!”
Both Jake and I looked at
Emma with amazement. My mouth was wide
open, and I couldn’t form the words. I
didn’t even know what I wanted to say.
Actually when he got over
the shock, Jake seemed to be in a much better mood. “
Emma looked properly
chastened. “Yes, Jake. I promise I won’t do it again.”
Jake said, “Andrew,
you’re going to finish off Deirdre and then take on Donnie? Are you really
going to do that? You don’t need any
help there, do you?” My look was all the
answer he needed.
Jake turned and walked
back into the ‘Get Andrew
But I wasn’t through with
Emma. When the door had closed (we heard
a happy squeal come from inside the room), I turned to her. “Okay, what was that about? I figured you got those two together. But it’s not like you to pull such a dirty
trick. Did you really do it?”
All her tears were dry,
it seems. “Daddy, you know you’re every
woman’s dream! If I were ten years
older, I’d be going after you myself!
Don’t blame Helen.”
I guess I was
impressed. Maybe Emma does have a
conscience. “So you didn’t make her say
it. It was nice of you to pull Helen’s
ass out of the fire. That’s a mistake
I’ll bet she doesn’t make again.”
Emma turned to go up the
stairs. I still wasn’t finished with
her.
“Wait a minute, little
girl. You’re not off the hook that
easily. First, you know you’re not
supposed to be eavesdropping when two adults are in bed! And second, what’s this ‘Donnie’ thing you
talked about?”
Emma looked at me with
those innocent eyes. There may be
nothing more dangerous in the world than Emmy’s innocent eyes. “First, Daddy, I wasn’t eavesdropping. Helen screamed
your name. I’m not deaf, you know. You would have heard it too if Momma Dee Dee
didn’t have her legs wrapped around your ears.
And do you really want to know the second thing Daddy?”
It’s exasperating to have
an eight-year old who knows everything.
I said, “Of course I really want to know. What good is it to have a daughter who reads
minds if I can’t take advantage of it now and then?”
“Momma Donnie has a kind
of a thing for Jake. She’s not in love
with him or anything. She just thinks he
looks sexy playing tennis. One of her
favorite things is to watch you two play. It makes her horny.”
Well that was information
I had to digest. Watching us play tennis
makes Donnie horny. Actually pretty much
everything makes Donnie horny. She kind
of likes Jake, huh? I wonder how I feel
about that.
In the meantime, Dee Dee
could probably use a little more attention.
For that matter so could I.
Donnie’s Story
We had a very nice family
breakfast. Andrew threw together lovely
mushroom omelets with grits. He also made
scones which we had with lemon curd. He
added some slender fresh asparagus on the side.
My husband is an excellent unhurried cook. If I were cooking for eleven I would be a
mess.
Jake and Helen couldn’t
take their eyes off of one another. It
was very romantic. They kept smiling and
making whispered comments. The rest of
us pretended not to notice. I have to
admit, I’ll be questioning Emmy in a little while to find out what they were
saying. Emmy was certainly
eavesdropping. She hears all. She knows
all. Unfortunately, often she tells all.
Before anyone had excused
himself, Andrew made a general announcement.
“We’re going to have a little family meeting in fifteen minutes. I’d like all of us to meet in the den. Jake and Helen, you are welcome to sit in,
but it’s just some family business we have to attend to. Strictly off the record.”
They decided to take a
walk while we had our meeting. If I were
them I would want it to be just the two of us.
I remember when Andrew and we girls first met. We didn’t want anyone to intrude. We wanted him all to ourselves.
The family congregated in
the den. Andrew was master of
ceremonies, since he had called the meeting.
We have an odd family. To the
world, Andrew is the public face of our family, the sexiest man on earth. But in the family itself, I get the distinct
impression that Andrew considers himself to be the low man on the totem
pool. He defers to everyone, even the
children.
I think he pictures his
position as role model and instructor of the kids, rather than authority
figure. For the most part they make
their own decisions, except for those areas where there are clearly defined
parent-child roles. Those remain firmly
intact.
I’ve never heard him
raise his voice to the children and mean it.
He never gives them direct orders.
He makes suggestions. Fortunately
they respect his suggestions and almost always comply with his requests. But if they didn’t, he would just shrug his
shoulders and go on with his life. He
does not consider himself an omniscient all-powerful father figure even a
little bit.
It’s easy to understand
why Dee Dee and I love him with all our hearts.
He’s almost too perfect to be true.
We all drifted into the
den. I saw Ethan talking to Andrew. Ethan ran out of the den and returned a
minute later with some printout or something.
By this time all the kids were seated on the floor and Deirdre and I
were on the couch. Andrew was standing,
holding the printout that Ethan had brought.
He said, “Ethan, this is
amazing work. I love it.” Then he said to the group, “Ethan has
designed housing for
He passed the printout
around. When it got to me I was amazed
at the intricacy of the drawing. It
looked like professional work, not even counting the unusual building that was
represented. It looked like the majority
of the building was underground. It was
designed to look like a small hill in the landscape.
Andrew started on one of
his tirades. He has a few hot buttons that
are sure to set him off every time.
“First, the design is
amazing. I personally think we should
use it as a model for all our on-campus housing. But second,” and he turned to Ethan, “how did
you produce such professional work?”
Ethan said, “I was using
an architectural design program that Emmy got for me.”
Andrew said, “I don’t
remember paying for any program like that.
How much does it cost?”
Emmy jumped in. “Oh, it’s still in its free trial
period. It’s a twenty thousand dollar
program.”
Andrew asked, “And how
long does the free trial last?”
Emmy said, “Forever.”
I could see Andrew wasn’t
pleased. “Emma! This isn’t a game program you
downloaded. It’s valuable software. If anyone found out we had this program
without a license we could be sued.”
Emma replied reasonably,
“But Daddy, no one can find out. We’re
using the new operating system. It’s
safe.”
Andrew said, ‘That isn’t
the point, Emmy. If we were subpoenaed
the cops could look at the computer and might find that software.” I could see his mind working. Andrew always is able to add two plus
two. “Wait a minute! How many other permanent ‘trial’ versions of
software do we have?”
Emma looked smug, not
unusual for her. “We have one of everything.”
Andrew just shook his
head. “Anything that we use in a
production mode, we’re gong to pay for.” He turned to me. “Donnie, could you set up a bank account for
the kids to use? Put plenty of cash in
it.” He turned back to the kids. “Buy what you need, but if it’s something
like a twenty thousand dollar program, please mention it to your mothers or me,
okay?”
I wondered how many
fathers talked that way to their eight year-olds. He was giving them carte blanche. He knew that if they needed something, they
would just go out and get it. But he
wanted them to pay for it.
He decided to change the
subject. “Kids, I was thinking about the
new operating system. If we are going to
put it out there, I would like to include some kind of office suite. You know, a spreadsheet, a word processor,
maybe a database. I would like it to
have built in web-design capabilities as well.
Maybe this is a lot to ask, but I was wondering if in your spare time
you could throw something like this together.”
Eddie spoke up, an unusual
thing for her. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll design
them and help Eric and Ethan with the programming.”
Edie added, “How about
some kind of developer’s system too?
Everyone knows that Visual Studio.Net sucks big time.”
Andrew nodded. “Okay.
But I want it all to be open-source.
And we’ll be giving it away. None of this licensing crap that all the software companies are
shoving down people’s throats.
They buy the operating system, the office suite and the developer’s
package comes with it, no additional charge. Oh, and make it compatible with
Microsoft’s file structure, okay? No reason to have people lose their data if they buy our OS.”
I was getting impatient
with this technical talk. Andrew could
handle this just as easily without including Dee Dee or me. I said, “Is that what the meeting is about,
Andrew? If it is, I’ve got things to do.”
Andrew smiled. “Hold on, honey. I’m about done with the kids. Then I have some things we need to go over,
if that’s okay.” He turned to the
kids. “That’s about it. Take a hike. Your mothers and I need to
talk.”
All of the kids got up to
leave. Emma as usual looked like she
already knew what we were going to talk about. She gave me a wink and a grin,
then left. That little girl is peculiar.
Once we were alone,
Andrew started talking. He looked
uncomfortable. Pretty soon I found out
why.
“Uh, last night I had an
interesting discussion with Emmy. It got
me to thinking. I know that’s not always
a good thing. But I want to revisit a
discussion we had a long time ago. I’m
sure you will remember it.”
Deirdre said, “What
discussion? Are we supposed to guess?”
Andrew was having a
difficult time coming to the point, not unusual for him. “It’s just that, uh, we talked way back in
the beginning of time about something, and you two were upset with me for even
bringing it up. That’s why I’m a little,
uh, reluctant to bring it up again.”
I said, “If you are so
reluctant then, why bother? If we didn’t
want to hear it then what makes you think we want to hear it now?”
Dee Dee said, “I
remember! Are you talking about that
ridiculous argument we had about you ‘allowing’ us to take lovers if we
wanted?”
My mouth must have fallen
open. I saw that Andrew noticed. He said, “Well, since you brought it up, yes,
that’s what I’m talking about.”
Dee Dee wasn’t
angry. She was just baffled. “Why in the world would you mention that
now? As I recall, you were talking about
the times we were going to be apart. We
haven’t been apart since before we got married.
This makes no sense whatsoever.”
Andrew turned to me. “Does it make any sense to you, Donnie?”
I can put two and two
together just as well as Andrew can.
“What has Emma been telling you, Andrew?”
“She kind of hinted that you
might be interested in scratching an itch, so to speak.”
I don’t know when I’ve
been so embarrassed. I must have turned
all kinds of shades of red. At the same
time I felt a surge of electricity in my loins and suddenly I was becoming
very, very wet. Still, just because I
might have entertained some silly little fantasy that is all it ever would be:
a silly little fantasy.
“I don’t know what to
say. I don’t have any itches that need
scratching, Andrew. You scratch all my
itches more than satisfactorily.”
Of course, Dee Dee just
needed a small hint to reach the obvious conclusion. “You have the hots for Jake! My God, Donnie, you are such a slut!”
Andrew actually
laughed. He wasn’t taking this the way I
would have expected him to. I thought he
would be hurt, angry, betrayed. I love
him. I never want him to feel that
way. I never planned to do anything
about this ‘Jake’ fantasy of mine.
Sometimes it’s enough just to have fantasies.
Andrew said to me,
“Sweetie, it’s all right. I’m sure you never
intended to do anything more than look.
But I’m going to give you that same speech all over again. If you want to, then I’m giving you
permission; not that you need permission from me. You’ll do whatever you damn well please
anyway. All the women in this house do
whatever they please. Sometimes they
tell me about it after the fact.”
I felt hot tears welling
within me. “Andrew, I swear, I would
never…”
He took me in his arms
and comforted me. “Donnie, don’t be
upset. I’m not upset. I don’t own you. I want you to be happy. If having a little fling with Jake would make
you happy, I trust you to keep it in perspective. I’m not trying to force you into anything;
far from it. I just want you to do the
things that bring you the most happiness.”
I said not unreasonably,
“I’m already happy. I don’t need anyone
else to make me happy, only you.”
Andrew continued to hold
me. He said, “Whatever you want is okay
with me, Baby. But I don’t want you
wishing for something that you think you can’t have because of me.
I said, “But what about
Helen?” Uh, oh; had I just conceded that
I wanted to go through with it?
Andrew replied, “Helen
may be gone tomorrow. Who knows what
might come from that. She made a little
mistake last night when she called out the wrong name during a crucial moment,
if you know what I mean.”
Deirdre laughed. She was thoroughly enjoying this whole
conversation. “Oh, no! Don’t tell me she called out your name while
she climaxed.”
Andrew looked smug. “I guess we all have our little
fantasies. If Donnie had called out
Jake’s name last night, the circle would have been complete.”
I hit him on the
shoulder. “You are being an absolute
beast about this, Andrew.”
He kissed my cheek. I love him so. He said, “Sweetheart that would have upset me.
How do you think that Jake felt?
He was ready to leave but Emmy and I calmed him down and sent him back
in for round two.”
Deirdre said, “Emmy
calmed him down? How did she get into
the picture? Wait! Don’t tell me. She was listening in. She’s only eight years old. She should not be listening to people having
sex.”
Andrew came to her defense. “Emma said that she heard Helen scream my
name. She said she wasn’t listening, but
that Helen was so loud that we all should have heard. She also took the blame for it. That means we had to tell Jake about the
telepathy thing she has going. We didn’t
mention telempathy.”
Dee Dee asked, “Why on
earth did Emma take the blame for Helen?”
Andrew answered, “Because
inside that evil exterior beats the heart of a sweet loving little girl, that’s
why. She’s pure. They are all pure. That’s why I never object to their little
‘projects’, even Emmy’s. She wouldn’t
hurt anyone, ever.”
Deirdre said, “If Helen
and Jake turn in to an item, perhaps we could help with that. We might need a publicist for the kids’ new
projects; and for
Andrew said, “Well we
could probably just hire an advertising agency in
I must admit to being
rather ambivalent to this line of thought.
I had been seriously
considering taking Andrew up on his offer.
But if Helen were to be here, that of course was out of the
question. But I have no claims on Jake. My place is beside Andrew and always will
be. If Jake can be happy with Helen, I
can only be pleased for him, kind of.
Dee Dee noticed my
ambivalence. “Sorry, Donnie; maybe I
should have kept my ideas to myself.”
I said to her, “What
about you? Don’t you have someone who
strikes your fancy?”
Andrew looked interested
in that. But Deirdre just shook her
head. “I don’t. Sure I think Jake is a sexy man, but I’ve
just never had the urge, if you know what I mean. Every day of the week is quite enough sex for
me. But if Andrew starts tapering off…”
Helen’s Story
Jake has to be the most
understanding man I’ve ever met. I don’t
know what possessed me to scream Andrew’s name just as I came last night. Well, probably it was because I’d been
fantasizing about Andrew from the moment I met him. But Jake is as good a lover as I’ve ever
had. I thought I had spoiled everything.
But now things are
wonderful. When he came back into the
bedroom I was so happy I had to give him a blow job. It was the least I could do; he deserved
it. I tore off his clothes, pushed him
back on the bed, crawled between his knees and went down on him.
Most of the oral sex I’ve
been giving in the last few years has been with women. But I really wanted to suck Jake’s beautiful
cock. Yes, I was doing penance for my
verbal blunder. But I enjoyed it almost
as much as he did. I’m not a swallower. But with Jake I swallowed. I’m very proud of myself.
When we woke up in the
morning, we made love one more time. It
was lovely and gentle. That surprised me
after the intensity of our coupling last night.
I’m starting to have some feelings for the man. I wonder how he feels about me. Am I just some piece of ass that Andrew set
him up with? Or were the Adkins’ acting
as matchmakers? I’m not sure which one I
want it to be.
We had a breakfast of
omelets, fresh asparagus and grits of all things, along with some perfectly
lovely scones. Grits
and scones; what a dichotomy this family represents. Then Jake and I went for a walk while the
family had some sort of meeting. I still
needed to finish my interview with the Adkins wives.
The women were in the
living room when we returned from our walk.
Andrew was in the kitchen apparently seeing to the dishes. The sexiest man in the world doesn’t appear
to mind doing the simplest of chores; and he’s a wonderful cook. If he’s as good in bed as everyone says, I’d
like to marry him myself and let him by my househusband.
Deirdre and Donnie and I
were settled in the living room. I asked
them the questions that I needed to complete my story, then again brought up
the subject of the picture.
I said, “
Deirdre (they had
graciously identified themselves when we sat down so I could tell them apart)
said, “I’m not sure that I want to cause a sensation. This is a quiet little town we live in. We have meetings to attend with other middle
aged matrons like ourselves. I’m not
sure how our friends would take this.”
Donnie actually took up
the argument on my behalf. “Oh come on,
Dee Dee! When have you ever cared what
people think of you? I swear you are
becoming stodgy in your old age.”
Deirdre replied, “And you
are turning into a slut!”
Donnie’s cheeks
flamed. I wonder what that was
about. But she stuck to her guns. “You
and I are practically the same person. I know perfectly well that this picture
appeals to your ego. It certainly
appeals to mine. And Andrew loves
it. Every time he looks at it he
practically rapes us! Uh, Helen, that’s
information that maybe shouldn’t get in to the story. Andrew is easily aroused, as you might have
guessed.”
I jumped in. “That picture would arouse any red-blooded
man and a hell of a lot of women. But it
isn’t obscene. It’s very sensual but
maintains a certain dignity. Otherwise I
would never suggest using it. I assure
you, it would go a long way to explaining why you are with the Progenitor; and
why he is interested in only you. He
will probably receive fewer of those proposals you told me about. On the other hand, you might receive a number
of proposals yourselves. That’s not
altogether a bad thing, is it? How would
Andrew feel about having to share some of the fame with his beautiful wives?”
Deirdre said, “Are you
kidding? He’d love it. We would never live it down. We’ve been
teasing him unmercifully since this whole ‘sex god’ thing began. But Andrew is justifiably the most secure man
in the world. He won’t feel threatened
by any notoriety that Donnie or I achieve.
That’s not the point. I’m just
not sure I’m prepared to appear naked in front of the world.”
Donnie explained. “Until we met Andrew, we were a couple of
very conservative businesswomen. We had
no sex life. We were practically
asexual. Then Andrew appeared and
suddenly all we thought about was sex.
It was a strange transformation for two old ladies like us. Something about us turns Andrew into a, well,
into a sex fiend. He finds us
irresistible. Truthfully, we feel the
same way about him. We don’t need much
to motivate us into acting sexually. But
I’ll bet this will make Andrew even hornier than usual. Had you thought of that, Deirdre?”
Deirdre laughed. “Can we deal with Andrew being hornier than
usual, Donnie? How hornier can he
get? There are only twenty-four hours in
a day.”
I couldn’t help
myself. I had to say it. “I’d be more than willing to accept any
overflow that you two can’t handle.”
Both of their mouths
opened in surprise or shock, I wasn’t sure which. Then they both started laughing. They leaned in and put their arms around each
other for support and held each other as they laughed till tears were streaming
down their cheeks.
When they had calmed down
Donnie said, “Sorry Helen; he is a hunk, isn’t he? Any woman would die to be with him. He’s had over a thousand women in the last
few years, and almost every one has wanted a second round with him. It isn’t just that he’s, well, he’s rather
large, if you know what I mean. He is
just so attentive. Even with these IAM women he devotes himself
to giving pleasure. He is the world’s greatest lover,
Helen. And he proves it to us every day
of our lives.”
Dee Dee said, “Donnie
isn’t gloating, Helen, even though it may sound that way. But it is hard not to be a little smug about
our Andrew. He is at once both the most
promiscuous and the most devoted husband in the world. You’ve seen him. You’ve seen how he is. He loves us passionately, without
reservation. Sometimes we still don’t
understand why. He is still a young
man. We are middle aged. And yet his devotion to us never wavers. So
if you are attracted to him, how could we be upset? We might even be willing to
share.”
This time it was my turn
to be shocked. I could see that Donnie
was shocked too. I said, “What do you
mean by that?”
Donnie paraphrased, “What
the hell do you mean by that?”
Dee Dee smiled that
radiant, eye-lighting smile of hers. The
woman is just delighted with life, it seems to me. “Donnie, you know perfectly well what we were
talking about with Andrew just an hour ago.
And now an elegant solution to your problem drops right in to our laps,
if you know what I mean.”
I turned to Donnie. “What problem do you have?”
Donnie denied
everything. “I have no problems that
need any solution Helen.”
But Deirdre wouldn’t let
it alone. “Donnie kind
of fancies Jake. That was
information that came to Andrew’s and my attention this morning. Andrew was most magnanimous about it. He told her to do whatever she pleases. Helen, I’m not kidding.”
“Andrew wants us to be
happy. If we are happy, he’s happy. He suspects that being with Jake a little
will make Donnie happy. But Donnie pointed
out the fact that you and Jake might well be together. She has no desire to interfere with
that. But now you come forward, however
inadvertently, and show us the solution to both of your little fantasies.”
I said, “
Deirdre said, “Only if
you both agree of course. I’m an
uninterested third party here. Of
course, Jake and Andrew would have to agree as well. From what Andrew says Jake would have been
more than willing before he met you.
Andrew is a different problem.
But he never denies us anything.
If Donnie wants something, he’ll do what he can to make it so. I promise, Helen, you wouldn’t be
disappointed.”
I answered honestly. “I’m unsure where Jake and I are going, or if
we are going anywhere. I live in
Deirdre said, “Actually
we had intended to talk to you about that.
We have three major enterprises in the works right now. We have the two developments of the eGirls –
the operating system and Virtual Video; and we have
How could these people
just throw their money around like this?
I said, “I don’t know what to say!
Are you serious?”
Donnie answered, “Of
course we’re serious. I mean about the
job offer. That other thing that Dee Dee
brought up, well you and I can talk it over later if you are interested. But that has nothing to do with the job offer. We want to deal with people we know and
like.”
“We have all the money we
need at present. If we need more we’ll
just have Elle make some more. Actually,
she is always making more than we can use.
That little girl is a financial dynamo.”
“This may seem like the
end of the earth to you, but we are only a few hours from
Deirdre jumped in. “Think
about it, Helen. Seriously, we aren’t
trying to influence the tenor of your article about us. Write whatever you please. But Jake is our friend. We like you.
It seems logical to offer to bring you on board. You don’t have to decide now, of course. Give it some thought. We’ll be here, and won’t offer the job to
anyone else until you decide.”
It’s impossible for me to
make a logical decision when I’m horny.
I have to give Jake a call to find out if he can take the afternoon off.
Deirdre’s Story
After all this sexual
talk with Donnie and Helen, I must admit to being more than a little
needy. There was a time when I went for
years without sex. But since Andrew
introduced me to the sexual dimension of my life, I seem to need it with
alarming regularity. Thank goodness
Andrew is eager to give it to me with equally alarming regularity.
I walked in to the
kitchen where Andrew was still cleaning up.
The place looked immaculate so I have no idea what else he hoped to
accomplish.
“Andrew, what in the
world are you doing out here? We could
eat off of the floor already. Why are you still cleaning?”
“Oh, I’m just trying to
keep out of the way. I really don’t have
much to do. You girls were with
Helen. The kids are doing their collective
things. I don’t have any current
programming jobs going on. What, can’t I
hang out in the kitchen? You sound like
my mother.”
Andrew likes it when I’m
up front about my sexual needs. In the
beginning I was very shy about such things.
But I’ve learned to cater to his little fantasies.
“But would your mother
want to get laid?”
Andrew laughed. “I
certainly hope not. She’s one woman who
is never going to convince me to do it.”
I saw an opening and took
it. “Oh?
How about Helen, then?”
I saw the apprehension in
his face. “What about Helen?”
I said, “Could she ever
convince you to do it?”
He said, “Dee Dee, please
don’t be coy. If you have something to
say, just say it. You love to see me
swinging in the wind, don’t you? It’s an
annoying habit you seem to have picked up from Donnie.”
I put my arms around him
and gave him a deep, sensual soul-kiss.
He can’t help himself when I do that.
He’s just putty in my hands. I have this power over the sexiest man on
earth. I suppose that makes me pretty
sexy too.
I whispered, “Sweetheart,
Donnie and Helen share similar fantasies.
But while Donnie has dreamed of being with Jake, Helen dreams of being
with you.”
I nuzzled his neck and
hugged him while he contemplated this unexpected development. I could feel him growing down below. I knew that the reason wasn’t the thought of
Helen, but the reality of what I was doing to him. But isn’t everyone amenable to reinforcement
therapy? Andrew long ago told me about
what he calls ‘dick thinking’. When I do
these things to him his penis takes over.
He’ll do anything I ask of him; anything. He’ll do Helen if Donnie asks the right way.
I said, “Sweetie, let’s
talk about this later. There isn’t any
rush. I wanted you to know what was
being said between those two girls. They
are in negotiation and you are what’s being negotiated.
Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty
of time to think about Helen. But right
now I want you to think of only me.”
I took his hand and
pulled him toward the stairs to our bedroom.
As we went through the hall I noticed Helen and Donnie still talking in
the living room. I wore a smug smile as
I waved at Helen. Her mouth was
open. I think she was drooling.
When we reached the
bedroom, Andrew swept me off of my feet and carried me to the bed. He has swept me off of my feet from the very
beginning. I wanted him so badly. I needed him to take me, to own me. I needed him to fuck me. It’s part of our pact. I will never look at another man; ever. I’ve been his from the first moment we
touched. It’s somehow alright for Donnie to take a lover. I understand that. But if I did it, it would hurt him deeply
even as he gave his consent. I love him
far too much to even consider it.
He tore at my
clothing. He saw the need in my
eyes. I saw the lust in his. We were both naked and he was there.
That huge penis was again entering me in a single stroke. I was ready for him, but it always seems to
overwhelm me. He went deep, then backed
out and then went deeper.
He began to hump me, to
pound our sexual organs together. He was
fucking me, just as I needed him to. I
don’t know, eventually I started to scream.
His fingers were pinching my nipples, massaging my breasts.
We were dancing the dance
of ultimate lust. Again he laid his
claim on my soul. Again I gave it to him
gladly. We will never be apart, not for
a week, not for a day.
I felt him grow inside my
womb. My passion erupted along with his
penis. We came together in a rush of
shared elation. I felt the fleeting
nature of my consciousness as emotion overpowered me.
With what little reason I
had left I heard myself whisper in my beloved’s ear, “death by fucking.”