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 Summary: The wives come home and catch the two daddies in a compromising
position, with Pete about to take Frank in his mouth.  They're pissed, but
not as much as Frank would have thought.  It turns out that Jackie and Sam
have a confession of their own to make.

   Daddy's Diary pt.  12 by DaddyOh!  (Mf, MM, no sex) (April 2009)

   This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  If you are under 18, do not
read.  Send feedback to: daddyoh@tempting.com

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   Peter jumped back as though he had been shot out of a cannon.  We all
froze, Pete and me staring at the wives and them staring back at us.  Funny
things flash in your mind at times like that.  In my case, my split-second
thought was, "I wonder who's going to react first?" It was Samantha,
because it was her house, I guess.

   "What the hell?" she exclaimed loudly.  "What the hell are you doing? 
Peter...what the hell are you doing?" Pete shrunk back into his side of the
couch, clearly searching for words.  He just stared back at Sam as her
words hung in the air.  As we both stuffed our erections back into our
shorts, I tried to make the next move.

   "Sam, Jackie...we..." I mumbled.  That was as far as I got.  Jackie's
turn.

   "Frank!  What the FUCK is this?" She dropped the shopping bags she was
carrying and moved toward us.  Sam quickly followed.  "Are you two crazy?
What if the kids had come in for crying out loud?"

   "I...we...we know, Jackie," I stammered.  "We just...I don't know.  We
got caught up in a moment and kind of lost our heads."

   "I'll say you lost your heads," Sam chimed back in.  "What were you two
thinking?  And exactly what moment did you get caught-up in?"

   Pete looked at me.  He looked like he was going to speak, but then he
said nothing.  He seemed to hope I would jump in.  I was about to when he
abruptly spoke up.

   "We've been jerks...well, even worse than that," he began.  "It started
a couple of weeks ago, with a video we watched together." Suddenly it
dawned on me that Pete was going to spill the beans.  I tried not to look
completely horrified, although that perfectly describes how I felt inside.
"The girls...were so...we shouldn't have...but they...we got turned on
and..." Sam and Jackie looked expectantly at Peter as he stammered us
toward disaster.  I couldn't let it happen.

   "O.K.," I interrupted.  "Girls, when Pete and I were together a couple
of weeks ago, we just kind of started talking about sex.  You know...we
were being guys.  It's not a good excuse, but it's what happened.  And then
just for kicks I turned on the TV to see if we could find something sexy to
watch."

   "Yes?" Samantha said.  "And then?"

   "And then," Pete returned to the conversation.  I hoped to hell that his
brain fog had cleared up.  "We were watching these two girls...and we
couldn't believe what we were seeing, because..." I thought I would have to
interrupt again.  "Because they reminded us so much of you two." Phew.  I
thought that sounded o.k.  and even interesting.  The wives still looked
pretty pissed off.

   "What do you mean?" Jackie asked.  "What do you mean 'they looked like
us'?  And what does that have to do anything?" She had her arms folded as
she semi-glared back and forth between Peter and me.

   "Honey," my turn again, "do we have to spell it out for you?" She looked
directly at me.  "We saw these two women that we thought were extremely
sexy." Pause for affect.  "Pete and I both commented on how much they
reminded us of our wives." I gave a small, cautious smile.  "And then they
started to kiss each other, and so on." Another pause to see if she might
warm up a bit, or possibly lose it.  I went a bit further.  "And, I'm sorry
Honey, but seeing them do that, and everything else they did...and more
importantly thinking about you, just made it something incredibly exciting.
So, we...got excited and the next thing we knew, we were acting like Junior
High boys with a dirty magazine.  We took our things out and started
playing with them.  It was really stupid.  We're sorry." I offered my best
look of contrition.  Could this possibly get us back from the brink of a
nightmare?  Pete just looked agreeable to everything I was saying.

   "Seriously?" Jackie said, seeming, incredibly, more intrigued than
murderous.  "So what did you two dopes do about it?" Did I sense a
softening of heart?

   "Well, Jackie," Pete replied.  "We did...like Frank said.  We acted like
teenage boys and we...you know...jerked off." He continued to look
appropriately sheepish.  "We know we're really idiots." Good addition,
Pete!

   "You certainly are," Samantha said.  "When was this?  A couple of weeks
ago, you said?"

   "Yes, Honey," Pete said.  "Actually it was when Jackie stayed over with
you and we stayed at Franks." I thought that was a bit too much information
to offer.  Jackie's turn.

   "Are you telling me that you two were watching porn and beating off
together while you were supposed to be keeping an eye on Dylan and Amber?"
She was angry again, but not as much as I might have expected.  She waited
for an answer.  My turn again.

   "Well, that's not exactly how it happened...remember Pete?" He looked
comfortable letting me take over again.  "We watched it in the morning,
when I was over here.  We didn't watch it and do this that night." This was
technically true.  We had briefly watched the new video the girls had made
that night.  But we didn't jerk off while we watched.  Obviously we did
many other things we shouldn't have that night.  A thin line, obviously. 
But I was trying hard to buy us some time to get out of this.

   "Oh," Jackie replied.  "Well, I'm glad to hear you weren't watching porn
while you were supervising the girls." If only she knew what we actually
were doing when we were supposed to be supervising the girls, she would
have gone for a gun in no time.

   "But what the hell was going on just now then?" Samantha asked.  "What
on earth did we just walk in on?" I thought I could be fairly truthful
about this one.

   "Well, honestly, Sam, it was just like I said before.  We were acting
like a couple of horny kids again.  We just got to talking about what
happened a couple of weeks ago.  We were joking around about how it was
weird and everything, but that it was pretty cool too.  And we started to
talk more about how sexy you guys are and, well...one thing led to another
and in a few minutes, we had them out again." Both wives pondered this.

   "But Frank," Jackie said, "We saw what was happening.  You weren't just
jerking off together.  Pete was about to take you in his mouth!  How do you
explain that?"

   "Jackie," Pete interjected, "it just happened.  I swear.  That's how we
got caught up in the moment.  We...well...it's kind of embarrassing." He
looked at Samantha.  "We talked about how much you turn us on and Frank
asked me what you do that gets me going the most, Sam." Nice sheepish look
again for affect.  "And I told him there's nothing like when you...when you
suck me."

   "You said that to Frank?" Jackie asked.  "You two actually talked about
us that way?" I couldn't read her tone any better than I could Jackie's at
the moment.

   "That's what happened, yes, Sam," I replied.  "I know...we so shouldn't
have done any of that.  But seriously...we get turned on tremendously by
our wives.  Is that so bad?  I know we were carrying it a little too far,
but that's how sexy we think you guys are.  It got us out of our heads!" I
offered my own 'guilty teenager' look at both of the wives.

   I had a sense that we were going to avoid the disaster of Jackie and
Samantha finding out what had happened with our daughters.  What a relief
that was.  But another thought entered my mind.  I couldn't help notice
that even though I wasn't completely sure how the wives were taking this
little incident they caught us in the middle of.  They hadn't really gone
ballistic as I would have expected them to.

   "I can't believe you two talked about us, your wives that way!" Jackie
said.  But again, she wasn't spitting venom the way I would have thought.
"You actually talked about us...sexually?  Frank?  Did you really?" Another
hint of intrigue on Jackie's part.

   "Yes we did, Honey.  I really am sorry.  We both are." Pete nodded. 
"But, Jackie...can I ask you something?" I thought I'd put a toe in the
water of my growing suspicion of why the girls weren't beating us with bats
at the time.  "I certainly appreciate that you would be angry about this."
I paused.  "But, I can't help but think that I would have expected both of
you to be a lot more pissed than you seem to be." This time it was Jackie
who paused and looked at Sam, seeming to hunt for words.  What was that
about?

   "I don't know what you're talking about, Frank," Jackie replied,
unconvincingly.  She looked at Samantha again, just as Pete and I had
looked at each other minutes before.

   "Sam, is there something you're not telling us?" Peter interjected. 
More strange looks between the women.

   "Ummm...Frank," Jackie began.  "I'm not sure how to..." She let out a
major sigh.

   "What, Honey?" I said.  "What is it?" In part I was now intrigued.  And
in part, I was incredibly relieved that we were off the hook, even if it
proved to be only a temporary reprieve.

   "Guys," Sam said, "we're the ones who should be sorry." Whoa.  "We're
not totally innocent here either."

   "What are you saying, Sam?" Peter asked his wife.  Jackie and Sam's turn
to trade guilty looks.

   "Well," Samantha continued, "that night, when you stayed at Frank and
Jackie's with the girls..." Peter and I waited expectantly.  "We
were...Jackie and I were...together." We let her words sink-in.

   "What?" Pete replied.  "Are you saying what I think you're saying?  You
and Jackie..."

   "Yes, Peter," Jackie chimed-in.  "Frank, Peter...we're sorry too.  Sam
and I were up late, having a bottle of wine and...well...I guess I can say
we're not as angry as we should be because we understand how this kind of
thing can happen."

   "Honey," I said, still seeking clarity on what was now obvious, "just
tell us what happened." Another big sigh.

   "We ended up in Sam's bed," Jackie blurted out.  Both wives gave the
same sheepish looks they had seen on our faces previously.  "We spent the
night together...really, together.  You know?" Pete and I nodded our heads
in understanding.

   "We're sorry too!" Sam said.  "We got a little tipsy and..."

   "One thing led to another?" Pete said with an understanding smile that
broke the tension.

   "Yes, Honey," Samantha replied.  "So I guess we do understand what
happened with you guys and you understand what happened with us, right?"

   "Right on," I said.  We all paused then, not sure what should happen
next.  As much as I would have liked an orgy to burst out, I didn't know if
the timing was all that great, nor who else might be walking in.  I also
thought that given how close we had come to being found-out for behaviors
that were much more serious than nearly sucking each other's dicks, it
might be a good idea to calm our wives emotionally rather than diving into
group sex.

   I quickly stood up and got my pants in order as fast as I could.  Pete
followed.  I then went to Jackie and took her in my arms.

   "I'm sorry, Honey."

   "Me too, Frank," Jackie replied as we embraced.

   "We didn't mean for it to happen, Sam," Pete said as he hugged Sam.

   "Neither did we," Samantha said in response.

   Together we hugged our spouses for at least a minute as more of the
tension drained from each of us.  We all sat down and out of nowhere, began
to laugh simultaneously.  We all said in agreement that the four of us had
acted more like horny kids than responsible parents.

   "And you're not mad?" Jackie said to me.

   "Are you serious?" I replied with a smile.  "I think I can speak for
Pete and me both when I say that mad doesn't describe how we feel about
what you just told us." Pete nodded hardily in agreement.

   "And you guys aren't mad either?" Pete asked the wives.

   "No, we're not," Jackie said.

   "We always figured you two watched porn together," Sam said.  "We just
didn't know it had ever gone so far.  But, I don't think either of us mind
at all." Jackie shook her head in agreement.

   It was then that I noticed what they had brought in when they caught us.
On the floor were two medium-size bags that could have come only from one
place...our well known, mall-based lingerie store.

   "Hey," I said.  "Exactly what were you two shopping for?" It was Jackie
and Sam's turn to look guilty again...but playfully guilty this time.

   "Well, what do you think we were shopping for?" Sam asked.  Smiles
crossed all of our faces.

   "Wait a minute," Pete said.  "Were you shopping for things intended for
your husbands to see, or for each other?" Even my devious mind hadn't come
up with that question.

   "Well, obviously we all have open minds," Jackie said coyly.  "I guess
we'll just have to find out who gets to see what." Did my wife really say
that in the presence of our best friends?  Damn, that's hot!  For the first
time in weeks I had thoughts of sex that didn't involve Amber or Dylan. 
Life is good to me sometimes!

   END OF PART 12
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