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 "Charles"

   By LuvsItWet

   MF, MFM, Mf, Inter, wife, daughter

   Chapter 2

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   The day after I effectively gave my wife, body and soul, to a black man,
he sent her a dozen red roses and a gift box of sexy little panties to
replace the one he had ripped off her in that dark parking lot.  He called
her later and they talked for over an hour.  She made a second date with
him without even asking me.  She rightly assumed I would approve.

   In the more than two years since that night, we have met with Charles
two or three times a month.  Sometimes more.  Jen has went away with him
several times for a few days at a time.  The three of us have taken two
vacations together.  One to Atlanta and one to Orlando.

   Twice, away from home, Jen and I have watched or aided Charles as he
picked up playmates for us.  The first was an air headed little office
worker named Megan in Atlanta that was Jen's first bi-sexual experience. 
My demur wife and the mother of my kids, found out that night that she
likes pussy just as much as the next guy.  Megan spent three days and
nights with us and still exchanges emails with Jen.  Another was a one
night stand with an Army wife in Orlando that wasn't as memorable but fun
anyway.

   Then there is the coed that Charles met online.  He and Jen arranged to
meet her on a two day trip to Cleveland.  She has met them again on two
other short get-away mini-vacations.  I haven't met her yet but I've seen
hundreds of pictures Charles has taken of their threesomes.  Very hot
stuff.

   Sometimes we meet at his house.  He lives a little over an hour away. 
Sometimes, if the kids are farmed out, we meet at our house.  He often
stays a few days in our town meeting with people he works with.  If he's in
town and the kids are home, we meet at the same motel near our first
meeting place for just a midweek chance to be naughty together.

   Charles always picks up the tab.  For everything.  He jokes that since
we're bringing the pussy, it's only fair that he bring the cash.  He can
afford it.  He's the security director for a major regional bank and has a
small, but very lucrative, consulting business on the side.

   Charles is generous to a fault with Jen.  He buys her clothes and little
pieces of jewelry that she or I wouldn't even consider.  I do all right
with my retail sales job but real pearls, gold chains, and an emerald
dinner ring just aren't in our budget.

   In the time we've known Charles, Jen and I have learned a lot about
ourselves.  We knew going in that Jen was the aggressive one in our
relationship and that I was more on the voyeur side.  We have found some
other interests, together and separately.

   For her part, Jen has discovered she can immerse herself in sex with
Charles far more than she ever had with anyone before.  She can let her
mind and body be taken over by the sensations and emotion of the moment. 
She describes it as a feeling of inner calm.  Like finding a new center in
her psyche.  Jen tells me that she had always, until Charles, been aware of
her surroundings when having sex.  In a distracting way.  But with him, she
can't tell where she is, if it's light or dark, or if anyone else is
nearby. Her focus on him, and what he is doing, is nearly total.

   You certainly wouldn't know it from watching, though.  She's a wildcat.
With a very trashy mouth.

   Me.  I've found I really enjoy withdrawing a ways and watching them
together.  When we're with Charles, I can relax and let him take over all
the responsibility of pleasing her.  I like the feeling of being part of
what they do and feel, yet being just a bit remote.  If I'm with them, I
frequently get off when Charles does.  His peak triggers my peak.

   If they are off somewhere together, I go through the photos and videos
I've taken of some of their times together and jerk off like a schoolboy. I
like knowing Jen is with him.

   When it's just Jen and I alone now, between times with Charles, we talk
a lot about what she does with him.  And what she wants to do the next time
they are together.  We sometimes have intercourse but mostly it's manual or
oral.  I love when she strokes me to orgasm while teasing me with the
things Charles does for her.  Or the times I serve her while she fantasizes
about the things she plans to do for him when she sees him next.

   Not long after we met Charles, Jen developed an interest in anal
eroticism.  It's something we had never experimented with but she decided
she wanted to give Charles her ass.  We went on line and found a set of
incrementally larger anal probes like in "The Story of O".  She had me help
her work with them until she could comfortably take one nearly his size. 
Then one weekend at his house, she dressed all in white and asked Charles
to take her 'virginity'.  I gave away the blushing bride and guided him
into her again.  My darling wife became a three hole slut that night.

   I didn't get left out of her anal curiosity either.  Jen had ran across
a reference to prostate massage somewhere in the stuff she reads and wanted
to try it on Charles.  Guess who got to be the training aid.  Yep, good ol'
Wayne.  Jen found a vibrating egg on a stick thing that works wonders. 
Charles let her try it once but says it doesn't do much for him.  She can
do it to me every day if she wants to.  I even do it to myself sometimes.
It sets me off like a rocket.

   One other thing.  The cushion.  Several days after our first meeting
with Charles, we got a little package delivered to the door.  Inside was
just a simple red velvet cushion.  It's long and round like a small log. 
About nine inches in diameter and eighteen inches long.  The note on the
invoice read: "Jen, You'll need this when we meet again.  Charles" That
cushion is very well used and Jen is an excellent cock sucker now.

   That pretty much brings us up to date.

   To the day of Charles' unexpected visit.  The New England Boiled Dinner
dinner night.

   To the day this story really takes an odd and unexpected turn.

   Jen left the pot to simmer on the stove and went to the bedroom to
prepare herself for Charles.  I stripped down and showered in the main bath
off the hallway.

   When I got back to our room, Jen was doing her makeup.  She winked at me
in the mirror and blew me a kiss.  I could tell she was in the mood.

   One of her sexier at-home date night outfits was laying on the bed.  A
white cotton top with 3/4 length sleeves, a man's collar, and long ties at
the bottom that she ties just under her breasts.  No buttons.  An
outrageously short black wet-look satin skirt that makes her legs look
longer than a polar night.  Platform heels in clear lucite.  She already
wore the little black dog collar with the chrome rivets.  All gifts from
Charles.  He likes for her to dress super slutty when we're playing at
home. No arguments from me.

   I threw on my standard dockers and knit shirt with docksiders and no
socks.  I got out to the living room in time to caution Kerrie to be home
by ten as she blasted out the door.  I think I heard her yell "Yes, daddy"
over her shoulder.

   About a half hour later, I was standing next to Jen as she greeted our
black friend.  In her heels she is about an inch taller than me but she
still takes my breath away.  I had a long stemmed red rose in one hand and
a bottle of expensive wine in the other.  Charles had a naked white ass
cheek in each of his.  Jen had a huge pink tongue halfway down her throat.

   I quickly closed the door to prevent a neighborhood scandal and left
them to themselves for a minute while putting the rose in a stem vase and
the wine in the ice bucket to chill.  After checking the dinner, I returned
to the living room to find Charles sitting in the new wingback chair.  Jen
was on her knees in front of him opening his trousers.

   "Honey, would you get me the cushion, please?  Charles needs my help
before dinner."

   When I returned, Jen didn't even break contact or look up at me.  She
just pulled the glistening hand from between her legs and took the red
velvet tube pillow I bumped her with.  Placing it quickly under her knees.
Her other hand was slowly stroking the lower half of Charles' black cock
while her mouth and throat worked the upper half.  His head was back and
his eyes were closed.

   Jen wiggled her fingers at me as though waving me good-bye before
returning them up under her little skirt.  I usually like to watch them if
I can, but I needed to do things in the kitchen to help with dinner that
night.

   It was only about fifteen minutes later, I heard the rumbling groan that
signaled the end of the beginning of the evening.  A couple minutes later
my tousled but grinning wife wobbled into the kitchen on her
catch-me-fuck-me shoes.

   "That'll hold him for awhile." She said with a smile as she pulled back
from a very juicy kiss.  She really has learned to be a top notch cock
sucker.  And if you'll look up "nasty" in the dictionary, that's her
picture.  I could taste Charles.

   Dinner was good.  It was fun too.  Jen was on a roll.  She made a game
of pulling a boob out and dipping the nipple into her wine glass then
having Charles suck it off.  She said that's the way the Romans did it. 
Again, no arguments from me.

   She ate the last of her dinner sitting in Charles' lap, feeding him his
veggies.  Mouth to mouth.  I was hard the whole time.  I let them build up
the passion in each other and cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.
I fully expected a quick trip to the bedroom, followed by an hour or two of
them trying to ruin our marital pallet.  Eventually leaving a wet spot for
one of us to sleep in.  Usually me, but I don't mind.

   When I got back to the dining room though, the attitude and atmosphere
had changed.  Jen was sitting in her chair.  Boobs put away.  Skirt pulled
down as far as it would go.  She was looking meekly at her hands.  Clasped
as if in prayer.

   "Sit down Wayne.  I have made a decision that you have to know about."

   I felt my legs go weak.  Sitting was easy.  I may have even collapsed
into my chair.  I had a feeling of dread.  Everything about Charles had
been sexy and fun and entertaining.  Since the instructions he gave me as
we parted company that first night, there hadn't been very much overt
domination on his part.  At least, he didn't order me around.  It was more
like, if he wanted something then so did I.  Jen got some direction from
him now and then but seemed to like it.  We did things that Charles wanted
to do and it usually heightened the enjoyment for all of us.

   I couldn't imagine what could be so serious.

   I wasn't long in waiting to find out.

   "I'm going to fuck your daughters." He calmly said.  No smile.

   My life slowed down in that instant.  It was like someone had hit my
pause button.  I felt both dizzy and acutely aware.  I'm sure my mouth
dropped open but I couldn't vocalize.  I was, in a word, stunned.

   "What!" I almost screamed when that moment passed.  "No!" "Not my
girls!" Or something nearly as inane.  I don't remember the exact words.  I
do remember the feelings I had at that moment.  Disbelief mixed with shock.

   I looked to Jen for support.  She would be outraged.  Mothers don't let
things like this happen to their children.

   Jen was sitting silently at the other end of the table.  Still looking
down at her hands.

   I looked back at Charles.  His expression was unreadable.

   My chair went over backwards with a clatter as I went around the other
side of the table from Charles to kneel next to my wife.  The mother of the
girls we were talking about.  I put my hand on her hands.

   "What's this all about, hon?" I asked.  She wouldn't look at me.

   It dawned on me.  "You knew!?" I accused.  She looked at me like I had
slapped her.

   She glanced up at Charles and I caught the nod he gave her.

   "Yes." She whispered.  "I knew.  It was my idea."

   I shouldn't have been surprised.

   "When?" "How?" She had never kept anything from me before and I felt
somewhat betrayed.

   Charles got back into the mix then by rising from his chair and taking
one of Jen's hands from me .

   "Let's go into the living room.  We'll all be more comfortable there."
He said.

   I felt like a robot.  As Charles ushered Jen out of the dining room, she
looked like a hooker being booked.  At the end of a busy night.  What had
looked sexy a few minutes ago, now just looked foreign to me.

   I was angry in a way, but curious too.  Not one to go off half-cocked, I
thought I should at least hear the whole story.

   I snagged a bottle of brandy and three snifters from the pantry on the
way through the kitchen.  Wayne may be dull but he's reliable.  Even when
he's pissed off.

   Charles and Jen were sat side by side on the couch.  I splashed some
amber liquid into each of three glasses and took a seat in the chair that
had recently been the scene of a much more pleasant event.

   "I'm all ears." I said.  "This better be good."

   It had all started when Jen accidentally discovered a stash of printed
out stories and pictures in Katie's room about two months previously.  Jen
being Jen, and a mother, snooped.  Most of the stories were similar to the
ones that had gotten us so interested in interracial sex a few years ago.
The pictures were all of black men that she had apparently been exchanging
emails with.  Lots of very large black cocks as we'd found out when we were
corresponding on the internet with similar people.  Also in the stack were
several chat logs.  Pretty steamy stuff for an adult, let alone a fifteen
year old high school girl.

   "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

   "I put it all back where I found it and I wasn't going to say anything
to anyone about it.  It's her privacy.  Then I happened to mention it to
Charles in passing when I was with him in Chicago last month."

   She had been his "traveling companion" at a corporate meeting for four
days and three nights about five weeks earlier.  Something she does when we
can arrange it.  She always comes home ten years younger and five pounds
lighter.

   "Jen was worried that Katie was getting in over her head." Charles
added. "So I sent her a little spyware program to put on Katie's computer."
We had just given her a new laptop for Christmas.  One with all the bells
and whistles.  Kerrie got the old hand-me-down that had originally been
mine.

   "It allows me to see anything she does on-line in real time." He
continued.  "I've been monitoring her for about a month." There might be an
argument for making computers a controlled substance.  Twenty-one to buy,
sell, or possess.

   "I have all of her user names, passwords, histories, bookmarks, emails,
IM logs, school work, everything." "She doesn't know it yet, but she has
spent a lot of time chatting with me lately.  Last week, I started camming
with her.  She took all her clothes off for me day before yesterday. 
That's when I decided to fuck her."

   "Why?" I croaked.  I knew why.  She's a pretty girl.

   "Because I want to and I can.  Also, if I don't do it, someone else is
going to.  And pretty damn soon, the way it shapes up.  Katie is very ripe
for the picking."

   "Honey, I didn't want to keep you in the dark but Charles saw the way it
was going and asked me to not say anything to you until he was sure.  I
only want the best for the girls, you know that." Jen was practically
begging me to get on board with this scheme.

   "We've talked about a lot of possibilities but Jen didn't know where I
wanted to go with this until just a few minutes ago.  To be honest, I
didn't either until Katie put it all out there for the world to see."

   "It's best this way, hon, you'll see." Jen was right in there pitching.

   "I talked to one of my clients today.  She's always looking for fresh
young girls for a little side line she has.  I'm going to introduce Katie
to her next week.  She can do a lot for a willing young lady like Katie."

   "I don't know.  It seems just weird to me." I was starting to soften a
little bit but still could see nothing but trouble.  "She's only fifteen."

   "Cleopatra was only twelve." Jen was in this up to her pretty plucked
eyebrows.

   Twelve.  Jesus H.  Christ!  That rang a bell.

   "Kerrie!" "What about Kerrie?" "Didn't you say 'daughters' like in
plural?"

   I saw Jen glance at Charles and him squeeze her hand.  Phase two of the
plan was going to be harder to sell to dad.

   "Kerrie is collateral damage in a way." He said.  "If Kerrie finds out
what we are doing with Katie she might tell someone out of anger or
jealousy.  Then we'll all be in the soup." Charles let that soak in for a
moment and Jen looked at me like a lost puppy.  "If we get Kerrie involved
too, she'll have to keep quiet about it.  I also mentioned her to my
friend, she may be interested in Kerrie, too.  We need to get some photos
of her."

   I moaned like the devil himself had possessed my soul.  I could almost
hear the steel doors clang shut behind me.  I gulped the last of my sherry
and got up to pour another.

   "I want to see everything.  All the stuff you have on Katie.  No more
secrets." It was my only defense.  If I was going to fry in hell, or freeze
in jail, I wanted to know why.

   "It's all in your documents folder." Jen said quietly.  "It's a folder
named "Katie."

   I looked at her like she had two heads.  "Did you save any of the cam
sessions?"

   "The best one, the one from Monday, is on your desktop in a folder named
"The Best of Katie." She replied.

   At that moment, I think I fully understood what a catfish must feel like
when he bites down on a treble hook.

   "Please." I whimpered.  I really did feel weak and defeated.  "I need
some time to think about this."

   Charles heaved himself up off the couch and sat his empty snifter on the
table.  Jen started to rise but he signaled for her to stay where she was.

   "Sure." He said.  "I'm staying in town tomorrow and Friday.  You and Jen
talk it over and tell me what you decide.  You know how to reach me.  I'm
having lunch with two branch managers tomorrow but other than that, I'm
open."

   I started to get up but he waved me off, too.  "The girls will be home
soon.  It's probably better that they not see me here now."

   Charles looked at me the way he had that first night.

   "Drop Jen off at my room on your way to work tomorrow.  I'll bring her
home later."

   Then he was out the door.

   In all the time we have known Charles and the dozens of times he has
been to our home, there have only been three slip-ups.  One with Katie a
year or so ago, when she came home unexpectedly to get a forgotten gym bag.
It was mid afternoon and he had just arrived so we passed it off as a work
related drop-in.  She barely glanced at him.  Then once with Kerrie early
in the relationship when she woke up in the middle of the night and met
Charles in the hallway coming back from the kitchen with a glass of water.
With just a towel around his waist.  She wasn't ten yet and bought the
story that he had just needed a shower and we let him use ours.  Just a
couple of months ago, a sleep over that Kerrie was attending had broken up
in the middle of the night because of some family emergency in the host
family.  Kerrie let herself in with her key and found the three of us under
a blanket in front of the fire, with just-fucked satisfied smiles and the
smell of sex and weed strong in the air.  I thought we were busted big time
but she was so sleepy, I don't think she even knew we were there.  She just
went to her room and that was that.  Nothing was ever mentioned.

   If the scheme I had just been invited into developed, that was about to
change.  Our daughters would both meet our black friend very soon.

   I poured another splash of liquor and sat back down to try to absorb
everything.  Jen sighed and got up taking the other glasses to the kitchen.
When she returned she started turning off lights.

   "The girls will be home soon, hon.  Come to bed.  I need you now." She
said quietly.  "I want to know you still love me."

   "Bring the cushion." She added over her shoulder as she swayed down the
hallway.

   I felt old and tired and out of touch as I took my glass to the kitchen.
By the time I got to our bedroom carrying the cushion, Jen was sitting in
the chair that I usually occupied on nights that Charles joined us.  Her
little skirt hiked up around her hips, one leg thrown over the arm.  One of
her hands resting on her naked mons.

   "Please, hon.  If I don't cum soon, I'll go crazy." She said with hooded
eyes as she nodded to the floor in front of her.

   I pushed the door closed.

   I couldn't sleep after Jen was satisfied and tucked into bed.  I went to
our office to look at the secrets that my wife and her lover had stolen
from our oldest daughter.  I had just started when I heard one of the girls
get home, I couldn't tell which one.

   I easily found the video file of Katie's cam session with Charles.  The
only surprise to me was how openly sensual she acted while knowingly
chatting with an adult black man.  She was flirty, sexy, at times even
raunchy.  I couldn't see what she was seeing but I assumed it was an
equally naked Charles.  I learned later that he had not shown his face to
her in any of their exchanges.  He had showed her a lot of the part that
she was most interested in though.

   Katie is a slender blond girl just entering womanhood.  When she moved
her laptop onto the floor to give Charles a close-up of her spread vagina,
I saw that she had a mature crop of pubic hair already.  It was mostly just
wet tendrils, stuck together by her excitement, by that time in the
session. I couldn't help but be somewhat aroused.

   The other offspring came home while I was watching the video so the
house could quiet down for the night.  As a parent I was always concerned
when the kids were out for the evening.

   I found the other file they had collected on Katie and had just started
through it when the email alert dinged.  It was from Charles so I opened
it.

   "Wayne,

   I have Katie on camera again.  Go to this link and you can watch her,
live.

   Charles"

   He included a hyper text link.  I clicked on it and suddenly a two inch
square image of Katie appeared on my monitor.  Unlike the video I had just
watched, she was dressed.  She was still in her glee club sweater.  I
couldn't see her below her breasts.

   Katie was telling her on-line contact that she couldn't stay long,
tomorrow was a school day and she needed to get some sleep.  I couldn't
hear the other end of the exchange.

   She laughed and said, "Just for you, baby." She lifted her sweater and
showed her bra encased breasts to the camera.  She quickly pushed that
visual obstruction up out of the way and her tender young boobs were on
full display.  Complete with erect nipples.  She looked a lot like her
mother had as a teen.

   "Oh, you are soooo baaad." She said, giggling.

   "OK, but then I have to go." She said as she stood up in front of her
desk.

   Katie quickly flipped her little pleated skirt up out of the way showing
a panty that resembled a bathing suit bottom and matched her school colors.
She quickly skimmed those and the thong underneath down out of the way
showing herself fully front on.

   "You like my butt, huh?" She said as if from a distance as she turned
around for her admirer and stuck her bare behind out at the camera.

   "That's enough." She playfully said as she started to straighten.  "Oh,
OK.  But that's it." She bent back over and with both hands spread her
buttocks to show the camera everything that I used to wipe and powder so
proudly not many years ago.  She was all pink and pretty then and still is.
I was surprised to find my cock so hard and out of my Dockers.  I had
exposed myself without knowing.

   A few more brief exchanges, including a cute air-kiss good night, and
the square went black.

   "Ding." It was another email from Charles.

   "Call me." Was all it said.

   He picked up on the first ring.  "Well?" He said.

   "Please go slow with her.  I love her so much and I don't want her
hurt."

   "You know I'll be good with her, Wayne.  I'll treat her like a princess.
It will be as good for her as it is for Jen.  You won't be sorry.  It's
much better this way than if she was with someone that wouldn't take care
of her."

   "When?" I asked.

   "I don't know, yet.  I'm coming for dinner again tomorrow night to meet
the girls.  It's time that Katie have some direct contact with an adult
black man.  Let's see how that goes." He replied.

   "I do know that when I fuck her, you and Jen will know I'm fucking her.
And I want her to know that you both know I'm fucking her.  I also want her
to know you both approve." He added.  "I don't want there to be any
misunderstanding between any of us that when I take her, she's mine."

   Charles couldn't have been clearer about his intentions.

   "I'll tell you and Jen if, and when, I need your help."

   After getting his room number and saying good night, I went into our
bathroom and relieved myself of an evening of roller coaster emotions.  As
I shot off into the tissue, I had that picture of my oldest daughter
holding her ass cheeks apart in my mind.  What would that image look like
with Charles' hard blackness there?

   Jen was uncharacteristically quiet while we were getting ready the next
morning.  Me to go to work and her to go to Charles.  If you didn't see her
undies, you would have thought we were going to church together.  Beneath
the conservative wrap around dress, Jen looked like a Victoria Secret
model. Black demi-bra that shelved her breasts to just below the nipples,
matching see-thru thong panty, hold-up seamed stockings in black.  Open
toed black pumps that showed off her red nails through the smokey nylon.

   In the car, she asked me if I'd made any decision about what we had
discussed the evening before.  It was the gorilla in the room.  I was
relieved she brought it up.

   "I've already told Charles to go ahead but to be good to her." I said.
"We talked after I looked at the files last night."

   "...be good to them." She corrected.  She wanted me to know that Kerrie
wasn't going to be left out of the deal.

   "We'll see." I wasn't ready to go that far yet.

   "This is best honey.  You'll see.  They'll both grow to love Charles as
much as I do."

   Although I had grown comfortable with the idea that my wife probably
loved our black friend, that was the first time she had put it into words
with me.  For some reason, it made me feel better about the changing events
in our family.  After all, I was delivering my wife to Charles for a day
that would undoubtedly include a lot of sex.  It would be better for her if
it was done with love.

   Together, we were getting ready to deliver our daughters to him.  If we
could think that love was the underlying emotion, it would be better for
all of us.

   I waited until Charles answered her knock.  As the door swung open I saw
her dress spread wide and then fall away.  It slipped off her shoulders and
she trailed it behind her like a bridal train as she stepped into the
darkness of the room.  The door closed engulfing her and I went on to work.


   To be continued...

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