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TIFFANY, BRIE, AND ME

Part 3 of 4

By

E. Z. Riter

The girls looked at each other and Brie nodded. Tiffany said, "Let's start
with Monica and you. Was she good in bed?" That's my sweet Tiffany-brutally
direct.

"Yes, she was exceptionally good," I replied.

"Meaning what?" Brie asked.

"Meaning she enjoyed sex-the act itself, and the games. More importantly,
she enjoyed me. She was a happy and enthusiastic partner."

"But you dumped her?" Tiffany said.

"Right."

"Because she wanted to play around?"

"Right again."

"So good sex isn't everything?"

"Even great sex isn't everything."

"Was she your mistress?"

"Meaning?" I asked.

"Did you pay for her expenses?"

"No, I didn't, so I guess she wasn't technically my mistress."

"Do you have any other lovers?" Brie asked.

"Yes, I do."

"Who?" Tiffany asked.

"That's none of your business."

"Miss Mackey is one," Tiffany said. "I know because whenever you're out of
the office, so is she."

"Pure speculation," I said, hoping I was convincing.

"Be honest, Dad. She's taken several business trips with you, too."

"People all over the world take business trips without having sex," I
replied.

Tiffany folded her arms and pouted, "You are. I just know it."

"Would it be a problem if she was?" I asked.

"Isn't dating an employee a no-no?" Tiffany asked.

"Not if the employee likes it," I replied.

"She's so old."

"She's forty-four, and good-looking."

"That's twelve years older than you are," Tiffany said.

"I'm twelve years older than Monica. You haven't mentioned that age
difference."

"Mrs. Mackey has small boobs. I thought you liked big ones."

"Why would you think that?" I asked.

"Monica and her mother are both D-cups, Dad, and don't pretend you didn't
know." She looked down at her chest and then at Brie's. "Brie and I are only
C-cups. That isn't too small for you, is it?"

Oh, God, how to answer that question, asked so sincerely and innocently?

"If I like a woman, I love her breasts, whatever size bra she wears," I
replied. "Now, answer a question for me. How experienced are you?"

"Who, me? Oh, well, I've given a few guys hand-jobs," Tiffany said with
embarrassment. Brie was eyeing Tiffany with disapproval. Tiffany ducked her
head and stuffed waffle into her mouth. Brie rolled her eyes.

"How about you, Brie?" I asked.

"You know the basics, and I'll tell you all the details when you want." She
smiled sweetly. "You are the only man I've kissed, or even touched, since I
left my mother."

"How about girls?" I asked.

Tiffany's head shot up, her skin reddened, and her eyes became saucers
begging Brie to keep her mouth shut. But Brie said, "Tiffany and I do it a
lot. Lately, we've been doing it every night, and Megan joins us when we're
together." Brie glared at Tiffany and said, "He said to be honest. Can't you
see it doesn't bother him if we have sex?"

"It sure doesn't. I just wish I could've watched," I said.

"You can. Can't he, Tiffany?" Brie said.

The pressure was on Tiffany. It was time for her to shit or get off the
pot-to talk about sex honestly, or to not talk at all. She sized us up
before making her decision. She said, "Dad, you really don't mind if Brie
and I did it?"

"Did what?" I said in a teasing way.

She scowled. "I thought I wasn't supposed to say 'fuck,'" she said.

"When we're talking about sex, it's all right."

"You don't mind if Brie and I fuck?" she asked.

"No, I don't mind if you and Brie have sex," I said.

"It's not wrong, I mean, me being with another woman?"

"Does it feel wrong?"

"No. It feels good. Really good. Doesn't it, Brie?"

"I like it," Brie said with a big grin.

Tiffany's eyes bored into me as she said, "Are we lesbians, Dad?"

"I'm not," Brie said.

"Okay, then," Tiffany said, "Am I a lesbian?"

"Do you want a man?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," Tiffany replied and her eyes sparkled.

I said, "You're having fun experimenting, which is natural for a person your
age. When you're older, you'll know. You might be heterosexual, or bisexual,
or homosexual. Whatever you are, you are."

"Did you experiment when you were young, Daddy?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes, I did."

"Well?" she demanded.

"Well, we did what you'd imagine two guys doing," I replied.

Tiffany looked at me as if my revelation not only didn't bother her, but
knowing made her feel more secure. A wicked grin lit up her face. "Did you
swallow?" she asked.

"Like a champ," I replied, grinning back at her.

"So, Brie and me being together isn't bad at all."

"No, it isn't."

"And you don't mind me?"

"No, honey, I don't."

"But if I was your wife you'd mind, wouldn't you?"

"Then I'd mind very much... unless I gave you permission in advance. If I
told you to do it, I'd mind if you didn't."

Tiffany said. "So, that's part of the dominance thing. Who controls the
sexual activities for both of them."

"That is a key factor in a relationship where one of the partners is always
dominant. In most relationships, power ebbs and flows, with each one
dominant sometimes and submissive sometimes," I said. "And remember I was
answering for myself, not for all men."

"So, you're always dominant?" Tiffany asked.

"Yes."

"No, you're not. I can wrap..." Her eyes got big and her hands covered her
mouth. "Shit," she muttered.

"You can wrap me around your little finger? Is that what you were going to
say?"

"I didn't mean.... Yes, Daddy."

"Being dominant doesn't mean you always get your way or even always want
your own way. It means if there is a conflict, the subordinate person will
give in to the dominant person. But a good dom cares for and considers his
or her sub because he or she loves them. If you love someone you want the
best for them, and for them to be happy."

"But in some of the stories, the dom humiliates his sub, or he hurts her,"
Tiffany said.

"Sometimes humiliation and pain are sexually arousing," I replied.

"Is Mr. Simpson humiliated when you tie him up and fuck his wife?" Tiffany
asked.

"I don't know, but he is aroused," I said.

"And you tie up Mrs. Simpson, too?" she asked.

"Sometimes."

"And you spank her?"

"Sometimes."

"Does it turn her on?" Tiffany asked.

"It sure does," I replied.

"I told you being spanked makes you horny," Brie said softly.

Tiffany's eyes cut to Brie and back to me. She looked apprehensive and
horny. She shuttered and continued, saying, "So, they both like it when you
do it?"

"Yes, they do."

"How about Miss Mackey?" Tiffany asked.

"Are you fishing to see if I'll admit to having a relationship with her?"

"Yes, she is," Brie said. "We agreed to answer questions honestly."

"I'm not going to talk about Sandra, so we need to move on," I said.

I could see the wheels whirring in Tiffany's mind. "All right, so let's talk
about the Simpsons. She's the dominant one in their relationship."

"No, he is."

"But she's fucking you and he's bound as he watches."

"It's what he wanted. She wouldn't have done it if he hadn't insisted."

"Dad," Tiffany said with disdain, "Mrs. Simpson wanted to fuck you. All
women..." She turned beet red and looked down with her hair falling to hide
her face.

"Any woman worth having can control her needs, Tiffany. She doesn't just
fuck every guy that appeals to her."

"But we read on the net that seventy per cent of women are unfaithful, and
another ten per cent are lesbians. And Cosmo said twenty per cent of women
don't have sex at all. That's a hundred per cent, so it means no woman is
faithful," Brie said.

"Someone once said there are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and
statistics. I don't think those statistics are anywhere near being correct.
And, statistics don't mean a thing in an individual relationship. It's
between one man and one woman."

"Could it be between, oh, say, two men and a woman, or two women and a man?"
Brie asked.

"Yes, it could," I replied.

"That's polyamory," Brie said.

"We read about it, too," Tiffany said. "It's where three or more people are
in a loving relationship. And loving means loving, not just fucking."

"But it's not polygamy. That's where a man has more than one wife," Brie
said. "Is that right?"

"That's the way I understand it," I answered. "But polygamy's illegal, Brie.
If a man marries more than one woman at a time, he can go to jail."

"I didn't mean legally marry either of them. I meant if he lives with them
and treats each of them like he would a wife," Brie replied.

"Would a man like that, Daddy?" Tiffany asked.

I said, "Think about all the men you know and all the women. How many of
them do you think would enjoy living like that? And how many of them would
you like to live with?"

"I can think of one man and one woman I want to live with," Brie said.

"Me, too," Tiffany said. "Can you think of two women you want to live with,
Daddy?"

Was that it? Were they trying to set up a permanent threesome with me? No,
it couldn't be. That had to be my wishful thinking.

"Can you think of two women you'd want to live with, Shaun?" Brie asked. Her
face was intent as if my answer was the most anticipated thing in her life.

"That's enough talk for now," I said. I needed to get away and clear the
visions from my head.

"No, Daddy. Please," Tiffany pleaded as she grabbed my hand to hold me
there.

"Please," Brie repeated, grabbing the other hand. "Please."

I sighed and sat down. Tiffany said, "Answer Brie's question. Can you think
of two women you'd want to live with?"

"I won't answer that," I replied.

"Because the answer's 'Yes,'" Tiffany said firmly.

Brie's back was straight and her eyes gleamed. Her expression was loving and
knowing with a hint of triumphant pride. She knew Tiffany was correct and it
pleased her.

"We can figure out some things, Daddy," Tiffany said with a self-satisfied
smirk. "We're not kids anymore."

"He's noticed that, Tiff, but he wants us to talk about something else now,
so we should," Brie said.

Tiffany sighed with resignation, thought a moment, and said, "Aren't their
some men whose sex appeal is so great that any woman will go to bed with
them? Guys like, oh, Ashton Kutcher and Tom Cruise?"

"I would guess guys like Cruise and Kutcher have more opportunities for sex
than the average man, but that doesn't mean every woman they see will spread
their legs for them."

"Well, the lesbians wouldn't, but how about the others?" Tiffany asked.

"What do you think, Brie," I asked.

"I know what she thinks. I want to know what you think," Tiffany said.

"I don't know what Brie thinks," I said.

Brie said in a soft and confident tone, "I've learned something in just the
last few months. When a woman really loves a man, she wants to please him
more than anything. Pleasing him is all that matters to her."

"There's your answer, Tiffany," I said.

"But can't a woman truly love a man and still enjoy sex with another man, or
with a woman?" Tiffany asked.

Brie pleaded, "Please be honest with us."

"I think some men and women can be in love with one person and enjoy sex
with another. And I think some men and women can love more than one person
at a time," I replied. "That's not the question. The question is will he or
she have sex with another in a way that will hurt his or her partner, which
usually means without knowledge and consent."

"That's cheating," Brie said. "If she loves him, she won't cheat."

"Mrs. Simpson screws Mr. Simpson and you," Tiffany said. "But it's not
cheating because he knows and approves?"

"Exactly," I said. Tiffany's was digesting all she'd heard. "That's enough
for now," I said as I stood. "The breakfast was excellent. Can I help you
clean up?"

"No, thanks, we've got it," Brie replied.

I went to my study and worked. I was through with one project and ready to
start on another when they appeared at the door about an hour later.

"Ready to talk some more?" Tiffany asked. They had changed into khaki shorts
and halter tops, Tiffany's in blue and Brie's in green to match their eyes,
put their hair in pony tails, and used no makeup, not even lipstick. They
looked absolutely scrumptious.

"Let's go into the den," I said. They padded after me and tried to entice me
to the couch, but I sat in my recliner. I didn't want them to be able to lay
hands on me too easily.

Tiffany leaned toward me, feet on the floor, and elbows on knees. The words
came tumbling out in a rush. "All right. Here's what I've done. I've given
two guys hand jobs and I blew Brute at the prom. I don't have a hymen
because I've got two vibrators and Brute fingered me, but I'm a virgin. And
Brie and Megan are the only girls I've been with."

"Does it feel better to come clean?" I asked.

"Yeah, it does. Ready for the questions?" Tiffany replied.

"Sure, but one question from me first? Did Brute come in your mouth?"

"He did, but that wasn't my choice. He held my head and I couldn't get
away."

"You should always swallow," I said.

"Dad!"

"He's right," Brie said. "Always let him come in your mouth. Always
swallow."

"Why should I?" Tiffany asked incredulously.

"Because he likes it when you do," Brie said simply. "That's the main
purpose really, to please him."

"How about me liking it?" Tiffany asked.

"I didn't like it the first time a guy came in my mouth, but I do now," Brie
said. She sighed. "Actually, I love it." She had been talking to Tiffany,
but she turned her head to focus on me with big, green, hot eyes. "If I
loved the man, I couldn't get enough of being on my knees between his legs
with his cock in my mouth and his hand in my hair."

The thought of that vision stirred me, and shook me, and damn near shattered
me. I had to bite my tongue not to call her over that instant. She knew what
I was feeling, and so did Tiffany. They both had those 'Gotcha" grins.

"Oh?" Tiffany said, trying to act innocent. "Well, tell me how to do it so
it will drive him mad."

"It's easier to show than tell. I wish we had a cock handy so I could show
you," Brie teased.

"That'd be great. Maybe we could do it together so I could practice,"
Tiffany replied eagerly.

I should've stood, yanked out my cock, and said, "Get after it, you teasing
little bitches, and you'd better be damn good," but I didn't. "Are we going
to talk or tease?" I asked curtly.

"We're talking," Tiffany said. She emitted a nervous giggle and Brie
stiffled a laugh with her hands covering her mouth. I sat stonily. If I'd
done anything else, I might have assaulted them.

"Tiffany," Brie said. "You need to suck someone besides Brute. Really, that
guy is an asshole."

Tiffany smiled wryly. "Yeah, he is. That's the reason I don't go out with
him anymore." She took a deep breath, exhaled through pursed lips, and said,
"So, I want to make sure I understand about you and Monica."

"Or to ask it another way, 'What does a man want from a woman?'" Brie asked.
I knew she was asking what I wanted from her, telling her how to please me
under the guise of a nonspecific question.

Tiffany continued, "Monica was your lover but she screwed another guy
without your permission, and she wanted you to agree that she could screw
other ones, so you dumped her. But if  you told her to fuck another guy and
she said 'No,' you would've dumped her."

"That's right, but I'm not every guy. Other guys may have handled it
differently."

"All people and relationships are different," they said in unison. They
slapped hands in a high five.

"I'm glad I made my point," I said. "But how about Monica? Why did she fuck
around?"

"She's a slut," Tiffany said.

"That answer might be correct, or if might be easy and wrong. Maybe Monica
really loved me and wanted to be with me, but she wanted some variety, and
she hoped she could get away with cheating. Or maybe she was testing me to
see if I meant what I said. Maybe she wanted to break it off with me and
that was the easy way to do it. Maybe she was mad at me for some reason and
wanted to hurt me."

"Maybe she was young and inexperienced and made a mistake," Brie offered.

"Maybe she's a slut," Tiffany said with a snort.

"Let's get off Monica and me. Do you have any other questions?" I asked.

That opened the door. I told them again there weren't any correct answers
that applied to everyone, and people and relationships always changed, so
today's correct answer might be incorrect tomorrow. That didn't satisfy
their curiosity. They plowed on, giving the plot lines and conclusions of
specific stories they had read on the Internet and asking me if the
relationships could be true, and if not, why not. I wasn't surprised they'd
found my favorite story sites or my favorite authors. Some of the stories
they mentioned resided in my hard drive as well as the web.

And they questioned me about rumors they'd heard about friends, parents, and
teachers. I was surprised to hear what they said because I knew some of the
rumors to be true and I knew the parents would never want their children to
know. And I was surprised again by some rumors I'd never heard. Those made
we wonder about a missed opportunity or two.

We adjourned to the kitchen for lunch and the talking never ceased. We
covered every aspect of sex and every genre of sex story. About three in the
afternoon, we went back into the living room where we continued the
conversation until dinner. I loaded them in the car and drove to an upscale
burger joint. I don't think we said a word during dinner. I wondered if they
were talked out, or just digesting all they'd heard and resting for another
assault.

When we got home, it was eight. They looked beat. They wished me good night,
kissed me on the cheek, and went into their bedrooms. I went into my
bedroom, changed into my pajamas, and crawled into bed.

My poor cock has risen and fallen all day, but it had been erect less that I
anticipated because our discussion was like a coffee klatch between
professor and students, with a hard intellectual intensity that left us
drained. I lay back on the bed with my arms folded behind my head as I
thought about the day.

Tiffany had been most voluble, leading the questioning with an eager
excitement. Clearly, she was excited about sex and wanted to absorb it all
in a day. Brie followed the conversation with intensity, letting Tiffany
take the lead but missing nothing and participating when she wanted to. She
was more interested in my reactions to each tale and situation than she was
to the stories themselves.

I had studied the two of them-two blonde, sexy, intelligent, beautiful
angels. Brie's interest in bondage and submission was stronger than
Tiffany's. Clearly, it was something she deeply wanted while Tiffany was
eager to experiment but whether she wanted it long term was unclear. Both
liked the idea of girl on girl and three-ways if the third person was a
male. Both had a strong interest in sex toys and more than a passing
interest in sex with dogs. Tiffany even questioned if a dog would violate my
"no sleeping around without permission" rule. I assured her it did.

Polyamory and multiple partners consumed more of our time then it would have
in most discussions about relationships. And, as would be expected, the
romantic and tender stories they had read received a lot of attention.

As I thought about them and the day, my cock tented the sheets. When the
door opened and in they came, wearing their sleep shirts, I said, "Girls, go
back to your rooms."

"Don't be silly, Daddy," Tiffany replied as she crawled into bed next to me.
She kissed me on the cheek. Once again, she smelled of pussy. She lay down,
put her head in the crook of my arm, and snuggled against me.

Brie took my chin and turned my head to face her. She kissed me on the lips,
giving me just a hint of tongue. "Good night, Daddy. Sweet dreams," she said
lovingly. She leaned over me and kissed Tiffany on the lips before kissing
me again, harder this time, and snuggling in, mirroring Tiffany. I felt her
fingers wrap around my erection through my pajamas, but she didn't move her
hand.

Tiffany fell asleep quickly. When Brie's fingers went limp, I thought she
was asleep. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom to beat off. When I
got back into bed, Brie whispered sleepily, "I would have done that for you.
Or more."

I arose early Monday morning and called Sandra Mackey at six. "Don't go into
work today," I told her. I had her call Betty, her assistant and my second
secretary, and have her reschedule everything until noon. "I'll be there at
soon as I can," I said.

When I arrived at Sandra's house, she was naked except for thigh high
stockings and stiletto heels. We fucked standing up against the front door
before I took her into the bedroom, tied her to her bed, and fucked her
until I couldn't get it up. Sandra and I often played games. Her wardrobe
contained almost as many costumes and fetish clothes as it did her normal,
conservative attire. She enjoyed her "dark side," as she called it. She
liked playing the whore or the slut or the slave. And I liked playing with
her.

When I arrived home about six that night, Tiffany and Brie, still in their
uniforms, were in the kitchen with Mrs. Harris, who informed me she had
cooked nothing because Brie was an excellent cook, well trained in the
culinary arts, and Tiffany had been an eager and enthusiastic assistant. The
girls beamed at the adulation. I told Mrs. Harris she could leave, which she
promptly did.

I sat at the table as they served chicken Kiev with wild rice, and asparagus
braised in butter. Tiffany poured chardonnay for me and asked if she and
Brie could have a glass. I said they could have one glass each.

We talked about their day and how things were going in school. Both girls
were intelligent and hard workers, and both had a competitive edge. Each
vied to best the other in class. They bantered back and forth, chiding each
other about grades. All in all, they were lovely and lively dinner
companions.

They said they were tired and ready for bed. They excused themselves and
went to their bedrooms. I went to my room, changed into my PJs, and climbed
in bed. About thirty minutes later, they opened my bedroom door without
knocking. Each was in her sleep shirt. Without asking, they climbed into bed
with me, one on each side. Each kissed me on the lips and their kisses
tasted of pussy.

Tiffany rolled away from me and closed her eyes. Brie, who was laying on her
back on my left, whispered, "Look, Daddy." She raised her sleep shirt and I
looked before I thought. I saw a beautiful, smooth, hairless pussy with
full, plump lips still damp with the dew of their lovemaking. "I'm not
wearing panties in case you want me." She put her leg over mine, rubbed her
wet pussy against my leg, nestled against my shoulder with her hand on my
chest, and closed her eyes.

God, but it was a long, hard night. If I hadn't spent the morning with
Sandra, I don't think I could've made it.

Tuesday morning with them was almost ordinary. I had a brutal day at work
ending with a dinner meeting, and didn't get home until almost eleven. When
I went into my bedroom, they were asleep in my bed with a space between them
for me. I changed into my swim trunks and swam for a while. When I finally
crawled into bed, I resisted the temptation to see if either of them wore
panties.

Wednesday morning as I drove them to school they told me they were going to
Megan's house after school and Mrs. Simpson would drive. They were going to
study and have pizza, so not to plan dinner. Sandra sucked me off in the
morning as she knelt behind my big desk and I fucked her doggy style in the
middle of my office floor in the afternoon shortly before I went home. I
went to the Chinese restaurant and ate the buffet by myself.

The house was cold and lonely when I got home. I deeply felt the absence of
the two warm and loving young women who shared my life. I sat in my study
and caught up of my business reading until Mary brought them home about ten.
They were tired and I only got a peck on the cheek before they disappeared
into their rooms. I changed and got into bed. I lay awake for an hour,
waiting for them to join me, but they never did.

Thursday morning they were withdrawn and quiet. Brie gave me a peck on the
cheek but I didn't even get that from Tiffany when I dropped them off at
school.

Mary called me at nine thirty.

"What's up?" I asked.

"You need to know a few things. Last night, Monica admitted to the girls she
was screwing Tim. I wish you could have seen Tiffany. I though she was going
to explode with excitement. She obviously saw it as a green light to be with
you. God, but she's hot for you. The question is what are you going to do."

"Sexually, I'm burning up, but emotionally? Hell, I don't know what to do."

"What? The stud is confused? I can't believe it," she said teasingly.

"Yes. Confused. How about some feminine advice? I said.

"You can count Megan out. She's serious about Clint Devers and hasn't been
with him long enough to think about playing around." There was a long
silence before she said, "Shaun, are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"Tiffany will probably assault you, which is a problem you know how to
handle. And then there's Brie. She loves you, Shaun. She loves you with all
her heart like I love Tim." I didn't say a word so she continued. "You'd be
a fool to let her get away."

"Love is a fantasy," I said.

"No, Shaun, it is very, very real. It causes pain when it's bad, and I know
Denise hurt you, but when it's good, there's nothing like it."

"Is there anything else?" I asked petulantly.

"Denise has been gone for twelve years now, Shaun. You need to get over her.
And you need to get over the fear of loving a woman for your own happiness
if for no other reason."

"Thanks for the advice," I said sardonically.

Mary sounded exasperated when she said, "I know you get all the pussy you
want. Fucking is fun but it isn't love. But that's not your problem, is it?
You do love Brie even if you won't admit it to yourself. You love her but
you're afraid to let it show."

"What makes you think I do?" I asked.

"Why else would you have turned her down every time she offers herself to
you?" Mary chuckled. "Yes, Shaun, I know all about it, how they're teasing
you with their well laid plans for your seduction."

"And?" I asked.

"And it's not just sex, not for either of them. Tiffany is still conflicted,
but she definitely loves you. My guess is she loves you more as a woman
loves a man than as a daughter loves a father. Brie loves you with her heart
and soul, and wants to be your wife. And, I'll repeat what I said, in case
you weren't paying attention-you love her, and you're afraid to admit it."

I thanked her for her advice, disconnected, and stared at the wall as
thoughts exploded in my head.

I remembered the first time I caught Denise, my-ex and Tiffany's mother,
cheating. She was with two men. One was fucking her doggy-style and one was
fucking her face. I can remember the way I felt then. I don't ever want that
feeling again. Ever. That's when I agreed Dad could hire a private
investigator to find out what she was really doing. That's when I didn't
love her anymore.

I remembered the first time I screwed Mary. Tim was naked and sitting in the
straight chair with his knees touching their bed. Mary and I were naked and
on the bed, she on her back and I over her. Mary was reluctant. She must
have asked a hundred times if this was what he really wanted, and each time
he enthusiastically assured her it was.

He wanted it to happen quickly because he was so aroused he was out of
control, but his hands were tied to the chair arms, as he wanted, and he
couldn't join us. She wanted it to be over quickly because she wanted to
please her husband, not have another man.

I took my time with her, not listening to Tim begging me to hurry. Mary is a
sensual woman. She can be aroused in spite of herself. And I aroused her.
She came from my fingers and mouth before I put my cock in her pussy. She
was red and sweat-soaked, screaming for me to fuck her harder the first time
she came from fucking. That's when Tim came, squirted like Old Faithful
without touching his dick. That's when she came again, digging her nails
into my back to leave a scar that's still there.

Once, Tim asked me to stop by their house unannounced and tell Mary I wanted
to fuck. It was within the parameters of the bull-slut-cuckold game we
played, but it was something new. When I arrived at their house and told her
why I was there, she picked up the phone and called Tim.

"I won't do him unless you're here," she said to Tim. After she hung up, she
said to me, "I'm Tim's, and this play is for him. I want you, Shaun. That is
as almost as much my reason for agreeing to our game as pleasing my husband,
but I could easily get addicted to you, and I'm not going to let that
happen." She grinned broadly and her brown eyes glowed. "Even if I am
enjoying the hell out of you. Now get out of here before I change my mind
and do something I'll regret."

Tim is a lucky man to have her. I want to be that lucky some day.

And I could remember the first time I met Brie. When I came home from work,
there was a girl in a school uniform kneeling by the coffee table where she
was slouched over and writing something.

"Hi," I said. "I'm Tiffany's dad, Shaun Miller."

She looked at me and sat up straight. Her eyes widened and her face flushed.
Her lips, wet and soft, parted. "Hi, Mr. Miller," she said in a sexy, sweet
tone. "I'm Brianna Wilson."

Hell, I was in lust. I'd never been so turned on by a girl in my life, and
that included Denise. She glanced at my crotch for a spilt second, and her
eyes met mine again. She blushed, but didn't look away. Clearly, she was as
taken with me as I was with her. Tiffany joined us before we could say
another word, but I knew then Brie was a very special young woman.

I called Tiffany about five that Thursday. She asked if Mrs. Harris could go
home early and they could cook for me. I agreed, although I wondered about
their ulterior motive.

When I arrived home about six thirty, the girls were in the kitchen. They
wore matching knit tank tops that ended just below their breasts, and mini
skirts that were barely legal. Acres of taut, tanned, girl-flesh was left
bare. The outline of their breasts and hard nipples dimpling their tops
testified that they were braless. Their hair was down and soft around them,
and they were barefoot. The table was set. Brie was tossing a salad with her
back to me when I entered the room.

Tiffany's eyes lit up and she ran to greet me. "Hi, Daddy," she said, as she
put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. It was a warm, loving
kiss, not a daughter's peck. "We're eating light tonight-shrimp salad with
garlic bread. Here. Let me take your tie."

There was a heightened air about her as she began untying my tie. Something
was planned and I wondered what it was.

Brie turned to face me and took my breath away. She glowed-absolutely glowed
with all the passion of a woman in love. It made me weak in the knees.

"Hello, Shaun," she said in one of those sexy, dreamy voices that reaches
out and envelopes you like a warm cloud.

"Hi," I said. How lame, I thought. Has the girl so mesmerized you that you
can't even talk?

"Have a seat and I'll serve us."

I sat down and the girls served dinner before joining me at the table. Brie
poured the wine, picked up her glass, and raised it to call for a toast. "To
the three of us," she said. Our glasses clinked before I downed mine like a
man dying of thirst. Brie poured me another.

"Daddy," Tiffany said. I heard her but Brie was filling my mind and I didn't
answer. Tiffany touched my hand and said louder, "Daddy." I looked at her
and she asked, "Can we talk about sex again?"

Ah, yes. Sex. "Is that all you think about?" I asked in a teasing way.

"Yes. How about you?" she replied with a challenge.

"It seems that way, so we might as well talk about it. You go first," I
said.

"First, cuckolds. I know you hated my mother cuckolding you, but did you
give her permission before she did it the first time?" Tiffany asked.

"No, I did not," I said. "There was no question about that."

"But other men, like Mr. Simpson, like other guys screwing their wives.
Why?" Tiffany said.

"I have no idea, but he loves it. And he likes me dominating him when we
play. If I tried it any other time, he'd punch me."

"Do you have Mr. Simpson do anything with you, like maybe suck your cock?"
Tiffany asked.

"No, I don't," I replied.

"The stories say that some guys do, you know, when they're doing the cuckold
bit."

"I know, but we don't," I said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"He doesn't want to do it, and the game we play is his fantasy."

"And hers. Mrs. Simpson wouldn't have agreed to the game if she didn't want
you, you know," Brie said.

I smiled and shrugged. I couldn't break Mary's confidence, but I did wonder
if Mary had said something to Brie, or Brie deduced it herself.

To be continued
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