(MF, exhib, spank, pedo & Mb implied)
by Art Martin
Bobby Ray shares with Luke and Shelly his plan to conceal the identity of the father of Lynette’s baby as David continues to cope with Julia and his miscreant kids’ behavior.
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2004, 2005, 2008, 2015 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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"I swear to ya! I didn't know what to do when he grabbed my dick!"
"I thought it was kinda cute."
"Cute?"
"Yeah, cute. You've seen me with girls. I enjoyed seeing you with a guy."
"Jesus! That was Bobby Ray's old man!"
"There's nothing old about him, nor your pa. Hmmmmm, you know, Luke, it looked to me like you've done that sort of thing before... Have you?"
Luke's face turned a bright shade of red.
Enjoying her husband's embarrassment Shelly laughed, "You have! I can tell by the way you're blushing!"
His secret was out. A secret that he shared only with Bobby Ray, and they hadn't done anything like that in four years or more. His face burning, Luke reflected that it wasn't much of a secret as their fathers knew all along, mothers too!
"Who? Oooooo, wait until I tell..."
"Ya don't tell nobody about that!" shot Luke defensively.
Shelly sat back giggling, relishing her husband's discomfort. Tearing his eyes away from the road for a moment, Luke glared at his slut wife. Turning his attention back to the road, he drove along in silence.
"Oh, Luke, Luke, Luke. I don't care if you like guys occasionally, just so long as you save some for me. Actually, I think it's kind of cute, like you!"
Finally realizing that his wife really didn't have a problem with any of it, Luke cut her a look and grinned. "Okay, okay. Me and Bobby Ray. We used to mess around."
"Oh? Used to?"
"Yeah, used to! Years ago."
"And now you go down on his pa?"
"He went down on me first! Shit! Look, that was a mistake. I'll never do that again."
"Yes, you will. Given the opportunity or... if I ask you."
"I ain't queer!"
"I know you're not gay. I just find it interesting to find out that you like boys too."
"I don't like boys."
"Okay, you like men."
"Shelly!"
"Relax, Luke. I don't care. You do what you like. I'll always love you anyway."
"Ya mean that?"
"Of course I mean that," answered Shelly sweetly. "I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing now if I didn't love you."
"Ya certainly seem to be enjoying yerself."
"And you seem to be enjoying me enjoying myself."
"Yeah... I do. I really do. It still surprises me though."
"What?"
"Outwardly, yer so prim and proper. Deep inside, yer a total slut!"
"That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yeah. It's fun!"
*****
Turning onto their street, they saw Bobby Ray's pickup truck parked out on the curb. Turning into his driveway, Luke honked. Bobby Ray and Lynette waved back from the cab of their truck.
Walking back up the drive to greet their friends, Luke's excitement of seeing his two best friends was quashed by the sight of the two broken windows.
"Fuck!" he cursed softly.
"What's the matter, Baby?"
"God damned kids broke our windows!"
"Luke, watch your language."
"Fuck that! The little bastards..."
"Now, Luke, you don't know that for sure," his pretty slut wife said reasonably.
Before he could reply, Luke heard, "Hey Luke!" He turned and Bobby Ray with a wide grin called out, "Nice house!"
Luke turned his attention away from the smashed windows and reached out to shake his all-time-good-buddy's hand.
"Fuckin' neighbor kids broke our god damned windows!" greeted Luke.
"Now Luke, you don't know if..."
"Who else but the brats next door? I have a mind to go and beat that weasel's sorry ass."
"You'll do no such thing!" admonished his wife.
"Weasel?" queried Bobby Ray.
"Yeah, pervert next door peeps in our windows. His wife's a first class bitch. The kids... well they're in sore need of an ass whipping! But, I'm sure those righteous folks won't lay a hand on the precious little bastards."
"Luke, they might hear you!"
"Fuck'em! I hope they do!"
"Hi, ya'll!" sang out Lynette, her hands filled with a large casserole dish. "Ya think, ya can help me?"
"Sure," replied Shelly. "C'mon guys, give her a hand. We'll worry 'bout the window later.
Luke gave Shelly the keys to unlock the front door, while he and Bobby Ray went to the truck to retrieve the rest of the vittles. Carrying the food through the parlor, Luke saw the two rocks on the floor, as well as the shards of broken glass warning, "Watch your step, Bobby Ray." By the time they made it to the kitchen in the rear of the old house, Shelly had a broom and dust pan to clean up the mess.
"Show Lynette where everything is in the kitchen, Luke," directed Shelly. "I'll have the glass cleaned up in just a minute."
Within ten minutes the food was warming in the oven, the glass was cleaned up and Luke and Shelly were proudly showing off their house.
"Yeah, it needs a little fixin' up," remarked Luke before taking a swig of his cold beer. "Gonna get the roof replaced this week. Then I gotta rewire the place before it burns down. After that, Shelly wants to replace the wall paper, maybe get some drapes."
"Ya can see right into yer neighbor's house," remarked Bobby Ray looking out the bedroom window.
"And they can see right in," added Lynette. "Don'cha feel kinda funny... ya know..."
"Naw! Ya get used to it. Those neighbors are great! I don't think they're home right now, but maybe ya'll can meet them before ya'll leave."
"Shelly! Can't they see right in?" asked Lynette again.
"Only if the lights are on. See, you can't really see inside their house. They can't see into our house."
"As long as the lights are off. What about..."
"We just make do for now," replied Luke nonchalantly. "It costs a bundle to buy a house and move in. Hell, we weren't here for a week before the truck broke and the fuckin' refrigerator died! We had to take care of those things. The drapes, they can wait."
The tour was interrupted by a knock on the front door. Luke excused himself. Opening the door he found David Jenkins standing there.
"I, I, I hope I'm not disturbing you folks," hesitantly began David.
"Matter of fact, we have some friends over right now," replied Luke icily. Lowering his voice so not to be overheard he added, "And we'd really appreciate it if ya didn't snoop around outside."
"No, no, of course not," stammered David. "I came about the windows."
"Yeah, we noticed what nice neighbors we have," sourly remarked Luke.
"I'm, I'm really sorry about the windows. My kids... well, I gave all three a good spanking. It won't ever happen again. I'll get a man to come out tomorrow and replace the broken glass. I tired to get him out this afternoon, but it being Sunday..."
"Yeah, okay. Tomorrow will be fine. We usually sleep with all the windows open anyway."
"Well, I just wanted you to know and wanted you to know how sorry I am and that I take full responsibility for what happened. You know how kids can be."
"Yeah. Well, thanks for letting me know."
"I also want to apologize for my wife. You and your wife have been very nice to me. You don't know how difficult she can be."
"We've noticed. Not exactly Christian behavior on her part."
"Yes, I know. Again, please accept my apologies on her behalf."
"I appreciate that, David. Now if you'll excuse me."
"One other thing. Is Jake Stringer inside?"
"No and I don't think he's home."
"He's not," stated David. "I was just over there a while ago. If you see him, tell him that I need to talk to him."
"Got an itch?" asked Luke with a knowing smile.
David's face flushed. He correctly guessed that Jake had told Luke all about what he did last night. "He's helping me with a problem. I just need to talk."
"Yeah, Jake's a real helpful sort. I'll tell him if I see him."
*****
Putting down his fork, Luke pushed away from the table. "That was mighty fine, Lynette. Mighty fine!"
"Thanks, Luke. Would ya like another helpin' of pulled pork?"
"No! I'm 'bout to burst now!"
Shelly served the men coffee and then set about with Lynette, cleaning up the supper dishes while Luke and Bobby Ray chatted about nothing in particular. Several times Bobby Ray started to say something and then abruptly changed the subject.
"What's on yer mind, Bobby Ray? Sumthin' botherin' ya. Go ahead, spit it out," said Luke.
"I worked on what I was gonna say to ya, Luke. Been workin' on it for a few days. Sounds fine when out talkin' to the hogs, but..."
"Hell, ya can tell me anythin' ya want, Bobby Ray. Let me guess, this is 'bout me an' Shelly."
"Sort of. Don't take me wrong, but Lynette and I have discussed this a lot. She thinks I'm crazy, and maybe I am. She told me to forget about it, but I know I at least have to ask."
"What have ya heard?"
"What?"
"What have ya heard? The rumors?"
"There's rumors already? We ain't never said nuttin' to nobody! Hell, we only just found out last week!"
"Last week?" Luke was puzzled. How could they have heard about P-Willy's before this morning? "What are ya talking 'bout, Dude?"
"Okay, this may sound stupid, but I really think it might work."
"Go on."
"Well, ya'll know how much I care for Shelly."
"Yeah, ya like her big tits!" quipped Luke with a laugh.
"I, I..., damn Luke, she's yer wife!"
"Yeah and ya like my wife."
"Damnit, yer makin' this difficult!"
"Hey, Shelly! Did ya hear that? Bobby Ray likes yer tits!"
"Luke! Please!" begged a mortified Bobby Ray.
"You're embarrassing him, Luke," chided Shelly. "You're beginning to sound just like Jake Stringer!"
"It's true. He's always had a thing about yer breasts." There was a long silence as Bobby Ray didn't have a clue as how to recover. Thoroughly amused, Luke, just let his friend twist in the wind. After a few minutes, Luke realized that his friend didn't think any of this was funny, in fact Bobby Ray was visibly distressed.
"Hey, Dude, I'm just jokin'. It's okay, Bobby Ray. She's my wife. A husband can say things to his wife. Look, I didn't mean to embarrass ya."
"You did too," added Shelly from the sink.
"Woman, stay out of this," commanded Luke with a laugh.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Dude. Ya was sayin'..."
"We better go," interjected Lynette.
"No! Ya jus' got here. Look, I said I was sorry."
"It's not that, Luke," replied Bobby Ray. "Lynette's right. It's stupid."
"What's stupid?"
"My plan."
"What plan?"
"Never mind."
"Bullshit! Ya got sumpthin' on yer mind and ya came to me to discuss it. Dude, I'm sorry I made a joke out of it. Fer Christ's sake, I was jus' bustin' yer balls. Now go on! Ya can tell me." Luke put his arm around his old friend and with a disarming chuckle added, "I won't think it's stupid, even if it is."
Bobby Ray searched around for a way to begin again.
"Ya were saying how much ya liked Shelly."
"Yeah, I do. I really do. And I know how much ya like Lynette."
"Okay, that's no secret around here."
"I was figurin'... if ya divorced Shelly, I could marry her and you could marry Lynette."
"What?"
"I know it sounds stupid, but..."
Taken aback, Luke exclaimed, "What the fuck's going on?"
There was a long silence before Lynette spoke. "I'm pregnant." There followed another long silence.
"Well, maybe you need to get married," said Shelly softly. "You know, to the baby's father."
"I can't."
"Why not? He's not married is he?"
"No, he's not married," sobbed Lynette.
"Then why not? You weren't raped were you?"
"No, I wasn't raped."
"Then why can't you marry..."
Just before she burst into tears she blurted out, "I can't marry Bobby Ray!"
"Oh, my god!" gasped Shelly. "Bobby Ray! How could you?"
"It was an accident! I swear!" pleaded Bobby Ray.
"An accident?" asked Shelly incredulously. "You got your little sister pregnant by accident?"
*****
David closed his web browser, pleased that Boris, his Russian contact, had a shipment on the way that FedEx should deliver tomorrow. What didn't please him was that Boris had unilaterally doubled his order. He had customers enough for what he normally got, but double? That meant that he'd have a bundle tied up in inventory, inventory that he might not be able to move. He had enough slow moving inventory in his bookstore already, what he didn't need was a stack of kiddie porn idling away in his storeroom. Not only was that costly, it was dangerous. "What if?" He shuddered at the thought.
Looking over at the big grandfather clock that he inherited from his mother, he noted that it was fast approaching suppertime. He rose from the computer desk and headed upstairs.
"Julia. It's almost supper!"
"Go away," came the voice from behind the locked door.
"The kids need to eat."
"You feed them!"
"Okay, I'll order a couple of pizzas."
"Fine!"
Miffed that his ploy of feeding the brats junk food would rally their mother to take care of them properly had failed, he turned and started to go downstairs, but the giggling from the girls' bedroom caught his attention. Quietly he tried the door but found it locked. A moment later his trusty Swiss Army knife had the door unlocked.
The three children froze where they were. David felt his cock stir at the sight before him. All three were still nude. Little Trisha was lying on the bed with her legs spread. Her older brother was kneeling by her side, his little pecker at attention. Her older sister, standing by the bed, had a play stethoscope around her neck.
"Uh, uh, just what is the meaning of this?" asked the father.
"We're just playing, Daddy," answered Kendall.
"Where are your clothes?"
"We did just what you said. You told us to go to our room. We were quiet. You didn't tell us to get dressed. We thought you'd get mad at us again. We're not in trouble are we?"
"Jesus! Put on some clothes!" David knew that if Julia ever got wind of this that there would be hell to pay. "Don't tell your mother about this. It was my mistake, but she'll whip the tar out of all of you," he said swatting at Billy's bare butt as the boy scrambled out of his sisters' room.
*****
"Uh, how long have ya'll been... uh, intimate?" asked Luke suppressing a smile.
"Just after ya'll got married. We were both in a funk," explained a distressed Bobby Ray. "One night when Pa was over at yer pa's place, we found a bottle of Old Crow. Next morning, I woke up with the worse hangover ever, in bed, with Lynette. We were both naked and there was blood all over the sheets. At first I thought she was bleeding to death, but then I noticed the blood all over my dick.
"I was in a panic. Then Lynette woke up, smiled at me and said, 'Thanks Bobby Ray. I liked that.' Next time... next time it was easier."
"When was the next time?" asked Luke.
"Oh, before Pa got home, after the Advil kicked in. After we did it that once, Lynette was always game for more."
"What about you?" snapped Lynette. "Got to be that every time I turned around he wanted to do it again."
"So why didn't ya use some precautions?"
"We did! I used rubbers every time after that first few times. Then, a few months ago, Pa, as usual, was over getting drunk with yer old man. I only had one rubber. Used it and figured, what the hell, I'll pick some more up tomorrow."
"Ya fucked her without a rubber?"
"No, I used the one I had used earlier. Done that a few times before and there weren't no problems. Problem was, this time it broke. Didn't know that it broke until after I was finished. After that, we figured in fer a penny, in fer a pound. We screwed until dawn. Next day, I bought a new box, but I guess it was too little, too late."
"Why didn't you go on the pill?" asked Shelly. "Works great."
"She went to the doctor, but he said she needed permission from her parents. She couldn't tell Pa. He'd had a fit! Then, if he learned the whole truth, he'd a killed us both, I'm sure of that."
"Yer pa wouldn't have killed either one of ya," said Luke shaking his head. "He knows ya'll been fuckin'. He don't care, believe me. He jus' didn't want... well, too late fer that."
The chastened Bobby Ray looked to his friend pleading, "So ya see, Luke, if ya divorce Shelly and marry Lynette, no one'll know that it ain't yer kid."
"Hey! What about me?" protested Shelly.
"Hey, I'll marry ya, Shelly," replied Bobby Ray earnestly. "We can all live out at the farms."
"What do ya think, Lynette?" asked Luke. "Ya wanna marry me?"
"If I knew that all it would've taken was to get knocked up by ya, Luke Blalock, I would've married ya long time ago."
"Is that so?"
"Ya know it is."
"Whadda think, Shel? Ya wanna marry this farmer?"
"Luke, I think we need to talk," answered Shelly.
"Then talk. Ya wanna bed down with this fella?"
"Luke, really I don't think..."
"That's right, ya ain't supposed to think. That's my job! Ya know what I think? I think Bobby Ray wants to wallow in those fat tits of yers."
"Luke..."
"Hush up woman! The man wants to marry ya! The very least I could do is give him a sample."
Luke turned to Bobby Ray. "How about it Dude? Ya want a sample of that?"
"I, uh, umm," stammered Bobby Ray. Flummoxed, he couldn't believe how his close friend was talking about Shelly. After all, she was Luke's wife and the preacher's daughter no less.
"Tell ya what, Bobby Ray. Why don't Lynette and ya stay over tonight? She has a school holiday tomorrow... Right? What was it? Diversity Day? Whatever.
"Yer pa won't mind if yer a little late tomorrow morning. If he does, so what? Ya ain't his slave. Yer his son, so he ain't gonna fire ya either. Might kick yer ass, but that's all. Wouldn't be the first time," laughed Luke, "and ya've always managed to live to see the next day!
"Bottom line, good buddy, is I'm sure yer gonna find it worth the trouble. Besides, yer pa's already pissed off at ya."
"What? Why? What's his beef?"
"He knows ya lied to him."
"I did not!"
"Didn't he recently ask ya if ya was banging Lynette?"
"Uh... how'd ya know 'bout that?"
"Yer old man told me, Dude. Today, point blank. He asked ya and ya told him 'no'.
"Let me fill ya in on sumpthin', Dude," continued Luke with an air of confidence. "Yer pa doesn't care if ya'll are spittin' the sheets. He figures yer both old enough to make yer own decisions in those matters. All he wanted to do is make sure ya didn't knock her up. Ya lied to him when ya told him 'no'. He could've put her on the pill, but ya lied to him and now ya've knocked her up! Yer in deep shit, Dude. Not fer fuckin' her, but fer lyin' about it."
"Oh, fuck," moaned Bobby Ray. Luke looked over at Lynette whose complexion had taken on an ashen tone.
"Lynette, it's gonna be okay," comforted Luke. "Yer pa loves ya. He ain't gonna kill ya. Trust me on this. He's cool with it. Maybe not with ya gettin' knocked up, but with fuckin' Bobby Ray that is.
"Now, how 'bout it? Wanna sleep over? It'll be like old times. Bobby Ray and Shelly and me and you, 'cept instead of jus' getting all worked up with no place to go, we'll be doing the nasty all night."
Concerned for Lynette's feelings Shelly protested, "Luke!"
"Don't 'Luke' me woman! Now c'mere."
Shelly moved to her husband's side. Slowly with great deliberation, Luke unzipped the back of her sundress. Shelly felt her heart racing and her breathing became ragged. Next she felt the moisture building between her legs. Luke flicked the thin straps off her shoulders and slowly pulled the top down.
"Oh, Jesus!" muttered Bobby Ray as his old girl friend's beautiful jugs were unveiled, her wide dark pink areoles contrasting sharply with the majestic splendor of her substantial creamy white orbs. With his mouth agape, Bobby Ray squirmed in his chair, his hand at his crotch adjusting his rapidly hardening cock while Luke cupped and gently jiggled her womanly flesh.
"Ya like her tits, don't ya, Dude? Yeah, ya like 'em, ya like 'em a lot. So do I... See these," he said flicking the gold rings that hung from her rigidly erect nipples.
Luke cocked his head and said in her ear, "Tell 'em what they are, darling."
"Uh..." stammered Shelly. 'They're..."
"Slut rings," interrupted Luke. "Ain't that right, Shelly? They mark ya as a slut. And whose slut are ya?"
"Yours," she said in an embarrassed whisper.
Smirking, Luke turned back to his lifelong friend. "Bobby Ray, remember in school when we was studin' Indians. We thought it was really cool that some tribes had the custom of sharing their wives with an honored guest. You're my honored guest, Bobby Ray. If ya want her fer the night, she's yers."
"Son of a bitch," muttered Bobby Ray. "Ya gotta be kiddin' me!"
Luke pushed the dress down further and let it fall to the floor.
"Oh, my Lord!" exclaimed Bobby Ray breathlessly, his attention now riveted to her shaved pussy.
"She lost her panties sometime during church this morning," chuckled Luke. "Still think I'm kiddin' ya? Here, gimme yer hand. That's it... Nice tits, huh? She's my gift to ya, good buddy, fer tonight."
Bobby Ray cupped and lifted a generous orb, giving it a gentle squeeze whispering, "Sweet Jesus. Sweet Jesus." He looked up at Luke asking, "Ya ain't gonna hate me or nuttin' tomorrow, are ya?"
"Hell, no, Dude! I'm a givin' her to ya fer the night. It's my pleasure. Look, I don't hate my pa and I don't hate yer pa and they both fucked her this afternoon."
"Oh, Jesus, Luke! I..."
"Ya wanna fuck her, or not?"
"Hell, yes!"
"I ain't forcing ya."
"No, I mean yes, I mean, oh, fuck yeah! Ya ain't gotta force me!"
"Here, put yer hand here. Wet ain't she? Girl jus' loves to fuck."
"Oh, sweet Jesus! She's wetter than hog slop!"
Luke leaned close to Bobby Ray and whispered. "Ya ain't gotta marry her, but ya can fuck her whenever ya like. I mean that, old buddy. Whenever ya like."
Luke then turned to a stunned Lynette. "How 'bout it, Lynette. Wanna spend the night?"
"Hell, yes!" answered her brother. "She'd love to fuck ya, Luke! Sometimes, when I'm doing her, she gets all worked up and calls out yer name, pretending that it was you she was fuckin'. Bothered me at first, but I got over it."
"Let Lynette say what she wants, Dude. After all it's her pussy."
"Well, if ya put it that way, Luke Blalock," said the indignant girl, "ya can jus' ferget it!"
"The hell ya say?" snarled Luke as he pulled her to him. Fruitlessly struggling to break free of him, Lynette turned her head away to avoid his kiss. Luke gently kissed her ear and then began tracing the curves of her ear lobe with his tongue. A moment later, she stopped struggling. Her breathing became labored and Luke knew that the old magic spot was just as effective as ever. She turned towards him, her eyes blazing with passion, her lips parted to receive his tongue. The kiss was long and smoldering.
Reluctantly, Luke allowed her to break the kiss. "I take it that yer answer is 'yes'," he murmured.
"Yes. Oh, god, yessss, Luke," she softly replied before kissing him again. He reeked from an afternoon of sex, but that just aroused her all the more.
Luke pushed the small girl against the table and immediately went after the snaps of her jeans.
"Not here," pleaded Lynette. "Not here. Can't we go somewhere private?"
Luke paused and made a quick assessment of the situation. "We only got one bed, and it don't seem right to invite yer brother and make him grovel all night on the floor. We could go next door. Jake and Toni ain't home, won't be home tonight. Yeah. C'mon, baby. I've been wanting this fer years."
Luke started to tell Shelly what he was up to, but she was already occupied, on her knees with Bobby Ray's cock stuffed in her mouth. From the expression on Bobby Ray's face, Luke correctly surmised that his best-ever buddy didn't give a shit about any further details.
*****
With the kids fed, David looked out the window over the kitchen sink and into the Blalock's kitchen. "Oh, yeah," he muttered under his breath. Earlier when he had looked, everyone was just sitting around the kitchen table like normal folks. Now the blonde whore was standing, completely naked.
"Daddy. Daddy! Daddy!!!"
"What is it?" he snapped.
"Can we watch TV?" asked Trisha.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Go on now."
He turned back to the developing show. Luke and the other girl were fully dressed, but kissing while the blonde whore was unbuckling the other guy's pants. The other guy's cock sprung from his opened jeans and the whore went down on him.
"Ohhhhh," moaned David gutturally as he excitedly watched the act of fellatio. He could see that the naked whore was slobbering all over the guy's prick, wiping it across her face and then slurping it back in between her lips. Any moment now, he expected Luke to strip off the other girl's clothes, bend her over the table and ram his long cock into her.
"Daddy! Daddy!! Daddy!!!"
The sound of little Trisha's voice jolted him. Hastily he stuffed his cock back in his pants. "Wha, what is it!"
"Kendall won't let me watch cartoons," whined the six-year old.
"I'll be there in a few minutes."
"But Daddy..." whined the little girl.
"Go on. I'm busy now."
"You don't love me," sobbed the manipulative girl.
"Of course I love you!"
"Pleeeeease, Daddy!"
"Oh, very well!" Reluctantly David tore away from the window. Annoyed, he followed his youngest daughter into the living room.
"Oh, my God!" he exclaimed as he saw what was on the TV. It was one of his DVDs. It was a favorite that he watched at the bookstore when things were slow. He'd been watching it when the Blalock's got home and had forgotten about it. Thankfully it was a legal porn movie, but it was certainly graphic enough, much too graphic for his children to be watching.
Switching off the TV, he groped around for an explanation. "Uh, er, this is for Mommies and Daddies only," he stammered.
"What were all those men doing to that lady?" asked Kendall with a snicker. She really didn't understand any of it but she knew it was very naughty.
"Never mind!" replied her father. Removing the DVD, he retreated to the kitchen shaken.
"Oh, crap," he fumed. "How careless can you be!" he chided himself. "Shit! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!" The only thing he could think of was to go hide the DVD in his car and take it back to the bookstore. Returning inside, he looked out the kitchen window. The Blalock's kitchen was still well lit, but to his disappointment, there wasn't anyone to be seen.
*****
"Are ya sure no one can see us?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. We do it all the time. House rules... buck neked only."
"But it's so... open."
"Yeah, we're outside, but nobody can see us. Look around, it's really private."
"Hmmm, I guess..."
"C'mon in, the water's fine," said Luke as he stepped into the hot tub.
Sinking into the hot swirling water, he watched intently as Lynette began to strip. It was quite dark and the moon hadn't risen yet, but still he could see her in the soft light coming from his house. His eyes wandered up and down her body as she climbed into the tub. Though her breasts were better developed now than the last time he saw them bare, they were still relatively small. But then most girls were small compared to Shelly. She still had those pert, pebble size nipples, dark brown, like her hair and her dreamy eyes. What he'd never seen before was her dark bush and bared callipygian fanny, or how her hips flared below her trim, narrow waist. He tried to imagine what she'd look like in a few months, with her belly swollen with child and her breasts engorged.
Splashing water on his face to remove the traces of his afternoon adventure, he smiled at the girl he should have married. He'd thought about it often enough over the past two years. She smiled at him. Suddenly he considered that there actually might be an opportunity to correct that situation. It wasn't that he didn't love Shelly, he was wild about Shelly; it was just that if they hadn't been so naive, Lynette would've been his wife, carrying his child instead of her brother's.
"Oh, this feels wonderful," she said sinking into the hot water and gliding into his arms.
"You feel wonderful," replied Luke, his hand going immediately to her firm breast. "Ya don't know how often I've thought about holding ya like this."
"I've thought of it too, Luke. I've missed ya so much."
"I missed ya too."
For the next ten minutes or so, they were more or less silent; smooching like the long lost lovers they were, exploring the other's body unfettered for the first time.
"I wanna fuck ya, baby," whispered Luke lustfully.
"Me too," replied the equally passionate girl. 'Take me to bed, Luke. Take me to bed and take me."
"Good idea. I'm getting' kinda wrinkly."
"Me too," she giggled.
Luke switched off the pumps. In the relative silence they could hear the crickets chirping as a soft tapping sound drifted their way.
"What's that sound," asked Lynette.
"Hmmm. Sounds like yer brother."
"My brother? Oh, my god!" she giggled.
With a helping hand, Luke led her from the water and towards the Stringers' house.
"What about our clothes?"
"We'll get 'em tomorrow."
"Luke..."
"Don't sweat it. I'll get 'em in the morning before I go to work. It'll still be dark."
Lynette accepted his plan and soon they were inside, in the laundry room, drying off with towels fresh from Toni's dryer. Discarding the towels in the dirty laundry basket, Luke led her to the darkened bedroom.
At the bedroom door Lynette stopped and gasped. The light was on next door. Bobby Ray was roughly drilling Shelly, driving the headboard into the wall with every thrust. The sound was louder now, much louder than when they were outside.
"Ya like the show?"
"Ya'll are wicked! So wicked!" giggled Lynette. "Ya'll do this sort of thing often?"
"Yeah, we've got great neighbors. We keep each other entertained," laughed Luke. "Ya wanna play?" he asked flicking on the light.
"No! Turn that off!"
Luke flipped the light switch off. "What's the problem? Bobby Ray's seen ya neked plenty of times."
"Maybe so, but he's never seen me with another guy."
"Is that what I am? Just another guy?"
"No! Yer not jus' another guy, yer my guy. Ya've always been my guy."
"And ya've always been my girl, Lynette. Problem is, I can't marry ya. Much as I wanna be with ya, I can't divorce Shelly. She's been a good wife. She's given herself to me completely. I've made her do things that she'd never've done on her own. She did it 'cause she loves me, and I love her. I can't betray her."
"I know ya can't marry me, Luke. That was all Bobby Ray's crazy idea. I just wanna be with ya. If I have to share ya, I'll gladly share ya. I don't think Shelly would mind that, would she?"
"Whadda ya think?"
"Noooo. It don't appear that either of ya have a problem with sharing."
"What 'bout, Lynette?" asked Luke as he stroked her hair.
"Hmmmm, as long as Lynette got Luke, I don't think she'd have a problem sharing either."
"Then yer cool with it? Be honest with me. I think too much of ya to take advantage of ya."
"Yes, Luke. Lynette is cool with it. Now, enough talk. Make love to me, Luke. Make love to me. Take me and make me yours."
Luke guided her through the darkened bedroom to the bed. Filled with unremitting love, Lynette lay back, offering her body and her soul to her one true love.
Luke leaned forward, took her foot and lifted it to his lips, planting wet kisses on each of her dainty toes. Her arms outstretched, Lynette gripped the covers in her hands as her passion began to grow. Delighted with her response, Luke sucked on each toe as if they were small penises, watching her breasts rise and fall as her breathing became more labored. Sensing that he'd done all he could to arouse her with the erogenous regions of her feet, Luke kissed past her ankles and up her calves to her thighs, kissing, licking and nibbling at her skin until the scent of her aroused sex filled his nostrils.
Lynette squealed softly when he nuzzled into the crease between her thigh and vulva. The licking and nibbling tease took a toll upon her, especially when he avoided her slit as his tongue danced across her pussy to tease the crease on the other side. Looking up from his vantage point between her splayed legs, Luke smiled at the sight of her flat tummy heaving as she panted.
"Ugggh!" she groaned softly as she felt the flat of his hot tongue building pressure on her pussy. The pressure continued to increase until her nether lips gave way, spreading around his lingual digit, causing her to cry out loud.
Luke kept his tongue motionless, continuing his oral tease. Lynette's hips began to involuntarily buck, in a desperate attempt to increase stimulation. Taking the cue, Luke began a slow lick up her slippery slit, past her vaginal opening and across her aroused clit.
"Uggggnnnnnnhhhhh!" she moaned in response.
At the top of her heavenly canyon, he flicked the nexus of her folds and looked up. Lynette had raised her head and was looking back at him, her eyes blazing with unabashed lust. Looking her in the eyes, Luke flicked her clit with a quick swipe of the tongue. Her body jerked and her head fell back onto the soft mattress. Lowering his head, he kissed the puffy mounds of her pussy and nuzzling deep, began another slow lick up her slit, beginning at her anus.
On his third lick, he began by flickering across her anus. Lynette found footing and lifted her butt off the mattress to give him better access between her cheeks. She'd never felt anything like that before. Her brother ate her on a regular basis, but he always rushed it and never, ever licked her butt hole.
This time he paused over her clit, grinding the flat of his tongue into it.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she whimpered in response. "Oh, yesssss," she hissed as the pleasuring tongue began slowly circling around the base of her pleasure nub, elevating her sexual arousal to a higher level.
Like a penny rolling into a gravity well, the speed of the circling around her nub gradually increased into a spinning swirl. When the tongue suddenly stopped, she nearly cried out, but then the tongue was nuzzling back between her butt checks. She hiked her butt and with her hands, spread herself open.
"Ohhhh!" she cried as the tongue bore into her until it penetrated her puckered brown hole, bringing a delightful, pleasurable throb to it. Feeling the tip of his tongue scouring just inside her anus, she was aware that what he was doing was dirty, vile, obscene and thoroughly debased. She loved it.
The tongue withdrew from her butt hole only to begin lapping across the crinkled orifice before boring into her again. The tongue withdrew and began sliding up across her perineum and then deep into her pussy. While tongue fucking her, Luke rubbed her clit with his nose, bringing her ever closer to orgasmic release.
Sensing that she at the very edge of total bliss, he quickly moved up her slit, sucking at her nubbin and gently biting at it. The rhythmic bucking of her hips gave way to wild undulations. She wanted to cry out, to scream out her pleasure, but as the orgasmic wave spread from her groin like an atomic shockwave encompassing every nerve in her body, her world imploded inward, rendering her incapable of making any sound save for a curious gaking sound as she thrashed about.
The very intensity of her orgasm made it seem that it would last forever. Her entire body seemed to have been involved as every nerve was tingling. At long last, she began to slowly coast down from her penultimate pleasure. Still panting, she gradually became aware of an increasing tightness in her thighs. Then she realized that Luke was on top of her. He had a grip on both her legs, pushing her legs forward while spreading her wide until she was nearly folded in half.
Patiently he waited, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did, she felt the oozing head of his cock press against her wet pussy. With an exquisite slowness, his glans parted her lips. Slowly his cock penetrated her accompanied by a bodily frission that started her to panting again. Deeper and deeper his long dick pierced her vaginal passage, deeper than she'd ever been penetrated before until the head of his dick pressed and then deformed against the protective barrier of her cervix.
He remained still for a moment, allowing her to savor the feel of being stuffed with his cock. She blinked a few times and then focused on his eyes, eyes blazing with lustful expectation. As slowly as he entered her, Luke began to withdraw until his dick slipped out from between her pussy lips. Then he slowly penetrated her again and again and again as he fucked her deep with a deliberate slowness, and in the process staking his claim to his share of her cunt.
*****
David struggled to regain his composure after the disaster with the kids and his porno movie. If Julia ever found out...
To clear his head, he went outside for some fresh air. It was another warm night. Looking up into the night sky, he found Orion, low on the western horizon. Then looking north, he found the Big Dipper, traced down the outer star of the pan and tried to locate Polaris, but the ambient light obscured the faint North Star.
"Nice night to camp out," he mused. Looking up at the stars, he thought of the Saturday nights at Church Camp, when the camp was between sessions and empty of campers. His parent's had enrolled him for the entire summer while his dad was working overseas. As the campers his own age came and went, the staff stayed constant. He had been there a couple weeks and the staff had gotten to know him pretty well, adopting him as a mascot. Joey, a councilor and the program director was a very friendly guy that all the kids adored. Joey invited David to sleep out under the stars one Saturday. It was a late June night, similar to this, but much, much warmer.
They brought some snacks from the mess hall and headed into the woods to a small clearing, where they spread out a blanket on the ground to sleep on. David remembered vividly the blazing display of stars against the black sky before the moon rose. He also remembered how hot it was.
Joey kicked off his shoes and directed David to do the same. It was a camp rule that everyone had to wear shoes when they were outside. David, keenly aware that he had to follow the rules at all times asked, "I can't go barefoot outside. It's the rules."
Joey smiled at the young teen and said, "Rules don't apply out here. Go on. Take your shoes off or you'll get the blanket dirty."
That made sense to David and he kicked off his sneakers and socks like his hero had said.
Joey, a young man in his late twenties, stripped off his sweat soaked t-shirt. Again David hesitated to follow suit. It was another strict camp rule that everyone wore a t-shirt at all times, except during swimming and showers, and that included sleeping.
"I told you, rules don't apply out here," commented the councilor as he rubbed the stubble of David's closely cropped hair. "Just don't tell anyone."
Free of the sticky shirt, David mused how good it felt.
"David, can I ask you something?"
"Sure," replied David.
"Give me an honest answer," the older male said. "If you're uncomfortable with it, you be honest and tell me. You tell me the truth."
"Sure."
"Promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
"You can't tell anyone what I'm gonna ask you."
"Okay."
"Promise."
"I like to come out here. Lay a blanket down and sleep out under God's heaven. Sleep under his watchful gaze. Sleep out under these magnificent stars the way he made me. You understand what I'm saying?"
"Uh, sort of."
"What do understand?"
"That you like to sleep with God looking out after you."
"Yes, he does that, every night. What else?"
"That you like sleeping under the stars."
"Yes, I do... Spectacular, isn't it?"
"I guess."
"It's God's universe you're looking at David. See that star pattern? Looks like a scorpion."
"Yeah! Cool!"
"Look about halfway down his body. You'll see a bright star with a faint reddish color. See it?"
"No."
"Look real hard. It's the brightest star in the constellation."
"Oh, yeah! Cool!"
"That's the star Antares. It's a red giant. You know how far the earth is from the sun? Ninety three million miles. That's also the radius of Antares, give or take a few million miles. It's so big, it would fill the entire orbital path of the earth around the sun! Think of it!"
"Holy smokes! But if it's so big, how come it looks so small."
"Because it's far, far away. Traveling at the speed of light, it would take you a thousand years to get there from here."
"A thousand years?"
"Yes. Now think of this. The light you see here today has taken a thousand years to get here. When you look at Antares, you're actually looking back in time a thousand years."
"Gee!"
"Now, look around at all the stars in the sky. There's so many of them that you couldn't count them all in a lifetime. And think of this... Antares is actually fairly close to us. Most of what you see is further, much, much further away than Antares. Some of the stars you're seeing are millions of light years away. Look at one of them and you're looking back in time a million years!"
"Wow! You mean I can see dinosaurs?"
"Maybe, because each of those stars might have planets orbiting around them. On those planets there may be dinosaurs or there may be two buddies looking up into the night sky at our sun while we're looking at their sun."
"Cool!"
"See why I like sleeping out under the stars?"
"Yeah!"
"You're my friend. Right?"
"Right!"
"Friends can tell friend a secret and friends keep their secrets and never tell anyone. Can I tell you a secret?"
"Sure."
"You won't tell anyone?"
"No."
"You're my friend?"
"Yes!"
"Like I said if what I'm about to ask you makes you uncomfortable or uneasy in any way, just say so and I'll respect that."
"I'm comfortable," replied David.
"There's just you and me here. Would you like to sleep out here, without wearing any clothes at all?"
"Uh, maybe."
"If you don't want to, that's fine. But tonight, if you wanna sleep nude under the stars, you can. It's your choice."
"What about the rules?"
"I told you, the rules don't apply out here. We make up the rules.'
"Are you going to sleep nude?" asked a hesitant David.
"I always do when I'm out here, but if you don't wanna, I won't either."
David thought a minute. Rarely did he have a choice about anything. Do this, do that, time for this, time for that. Now he had been offered a choice. David stood, unsnapped his shorts and dropped them to the ground. A near full moon had just risen above the trees casting pale moonlight over the campsite. In triumph, David stood out in the open in just his underwear.
The young man stood and dropped his shorts. David was shocked to discover that Joey didn't have any underwear on at all. Another shock of sorts was the size of his erect penis. He had seen the older staff members in the showers on previous Saturdays and was well aware that they all had much larger dicks than he did. But those dicks had been flaccid. Engorged, the councilor's dick seemed huge to the pubescent camper.
After letting David get an eyeful of stiff cock, the Joey stepped forward and knelt, gripping the waistband of David's tighty-whiteys, pulling them down about an inch.
"Are you sure about this?" asked the young man.
With butterflies in his stomach, David nodded. With deliberate slowness, his shorts were pulled to his ankles.
"Lift your foot. Now, the other." The staffer rose holding David's underwear in his hand. "You won't be needing these the rest of the night. Will you?"
David shook his head. The staffer crumpled his drawers into a ball and threw them into some bushes.
*****
Luke, nearing the point of no return, stopped thrusting and pulled out to give his cock a short rest. Releasing Lynette's legs, he unfolded her and flipped her on her stomach. With a little coaxing she was up on all fours. To keep her sizzling hot while he cooled down, Luke spread her cheeks open, licking her posterior. Once he felt back in control, he slid his cock into Lynette again.
Fucking Lynette, Luke watched his slut wife next door, straddling his best friend. Other than the occasional flip of her head to get her blonde hair out of her eyes, she was more or less motionless, except that her hips were rolling back and forth in an easy, sensuous and fluid motion as she fucked her old boy friend.
*****
Walking up the alleyway, David couldn't help but look into the big open window. The Blalock's living room was dark except for the light coming through the kitchen door. To his disappointment, no one was there. With nothing to see he turned back to deal with his children.
"Okay, it's eight o'clock. Turn off the TV! Go get your baths and go to bed."
As usual all three kids whined and pleaded to stay up a little while longer.
"I said go get your baths!"
"Please, Daddy!"
"No!"
"We'll tell Mommy," threatened Kendall.
"Oh, no you won't! She won't believe you, but she will believe me. And after I tell her what I caught you three doing in your room, she'll blister your butt good with a belt! Now go to bed!"
Kendall glared at her father. He had one-upped her and she knew it. Grudgingly the three miscreants trudged up the stairs. Moments later he heard the bath water running. He gave them five minutes, during which time he checked the kitchen window before going upstairs.
As usual the two girls were sharing a bath, playing with boats and other toys. David picked up a clean washcloth and knelt by the tub. He loved bath time and the opportunity it provided to touch his children. He only bathed them once or twice a week, when he grudgingly gave in to Julia's demand that he help her with the children. If she only knew! If he had it his way he'd bathe them every night! But he was careful not to raise suspicions. Always he used a washcloth, but sometimes gave into temptation and soaped them up with a bare hand. The children paid no mind to his hand and continued playing with their bath toys. It was always a struggle, but he steadfastly managed not to touch them "inappropriately".
*****
"Uh, fuck!" cursed Luke as the tingling in his dick increased to point of no return. "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum!" He took a few more slow strokes and then slammed into her balls deep, triggering in her another climax. "I'm cumming, baby, I'm cu....ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh fuuuuck!" he cried ejaculating deep in her pulsating cunt.
Lynette, her head on a pillow, her ass hiked into the air, gripped the sheets and punched her hips back to get him deeper into her. The orgasm wasn't as intense as the previous mind blowing experience, but the feeling of his seed spewing into her was emotionally much more satisfying.
*****
The lovers were screwing again, at both houses. This time Luke was wearing one of Jake's cock rings that he pilfered from the nightstand. For them, it was going to be a long, sensuous screw.
*****
The baths were finished and David made the rounds, reading a story and then tucking the children in for the night. Going downstairs, he turned on the TV, but as usual the selection of programs was so poor that he quickly lost interest.
Fatigued and ready for bed, he reviewed his limited options. Having incurred Julia's anger before, experience had taught him that his fate would be the sofa all week until she finally came to her senses and relented. Also from experience, he knew full well that in the morning he'd have a crick in his neck or a sore back or even possibly both.
Then an idea came to him. Why not just share Billy's bed? Surely it couldn't be worse than the sofa. All the kids had a habit of crawling into Mommy and Daddy's bed whenever a bad dream had scared them. It was certainly no big deal to Julia or him as they were always dressed at night.
With the purest intentions, David trudged back up stairs and tried his bedroom door again.
"Go away!" said the shrill voice.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"No! I don't want to see you!"
"Julia, please."
"Go sleep on the sofa!"
"You know I'll have back problems tomorrow."
"That's your problem!"
"Can I at least get a change of clothes? My toothbrush?"
"No. Sleep in your clothes and use one of the kid's toothbrushes!"
"Julia!"
"Go away, Davy-John."
David sighed and turned away. It was dark in Billy's room when he went in, but the rustling of the sheets indicated that Billy was still awake.
"Are you awake, Billy?"
"Yes, Daddy," the boy whispered.
David turned on the bedside lamp. "Hi, Sport. Daddy needs a place to sleep tonight. Okay?"
Billy didn't answer. His father didn't notice, but went straightway to undressing until he was down to his briefs and a t-shirt. Ready to climb into bed, David flipped the covers back.
"Where are your clothes?"
The mortified boy was speechless. The father unconsciously moistened his lips.
"Your mother would punish you for this. You know that."
"Yes, sir," the boy replied in a small voice.
"Can I tell you a secret? Just between us boys."
"Uh huh."
"When it comes to things like this, your mother's word is the law. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now here's the secret. It's okay with me if you want to sleep naked, but you can't ever, ever let your mother catch you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
David walked over to the door, locked it and returned to Billy. "Here's another secret, just between us boys. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"I like to sleep naked too, but your mother won't allow it. She's funny about things like that." David peeled off his undershirt. "Now this is entirely up to you. Do you want to sleep in your underwear or sleep naked tonight? Whatever you want to do is fine with me. It's your choice."
Billy thought for a moment before hesitantly answering, "Naked?"
"That's fine, son. It's your choice, but you can't ever tell anybody, because your mother will find out and she will punish you. Understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"What do you understand?"
"That if I tell anyone, Mommy will find out and punish me."
"That's right. She'll make you wish you were never born."
David paused to let the consequences sink in. "This is our secret. Okay?"
"Yes, sir. I won't tell."
"Promise?"
"I promise, Daddy."
"Never make promise lightly, Billy. A promise made to your father is a sacred obligation. 'Thou shalt honor thy father and thy mother.' Where have you heard that before?"
"The Ten Commandments."
"To break a promise to your father is to dishonor him. Break your promise and you'll have to answer to God Almighty on your judgment day. You don't want to be sent to Hell do you?"
"No," squeaked Billy.
David smiled down at the boy frightened at the prospect of everlasting damnation. "There's no sin in being naked. You were born naked. Now, do I have your promise?"
"I promise, Daddy."
"Good boy."
Having pulled off his briefs, David stood for a moment to give the boy a good look at his genitals. Even though he was well under average, he was a mature man with an erection, something Billy had never seen before. To the wide-eyed eight-year-old boy, he was huge.
*****
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"Someone's home!"
"Shhhh, don't worry about it," said Luke reassuringly as he ground his dick into her.
"Oh, my god! Luke!"
"Well, well, well," said the deep voice from the dark silhouette that filled the doorway. "Whadda we got here? Who dat fuckin' in my bed, said the PaPa Bear. Goldilocks and the big bad wolf?"
Jake flipped on the overhead light, bathing the room in bright light. Luke continued to fuck Lynette. "Hey, Toni, we've got company!"
"Luke! Stop!" pleaded Lynette.
"Don't worry 'bout him, baby."
"Hey, lughead! Ain't ya gonna introduce me? After all, yer in my bed!"
Luke rolled off and in the process, completely exposed Lynette to Jake's stare. As they had been screwing on top of the covers, there was nothing available to preserve her modesty.
"Nice!" said the big man. "Very nice!"
"Jake, this here's Lynette Williams. Lynette, this here's my good friend and neighbor, Jake Stringer." Having made the initial introductions, Luke added, "Oh, and the pretty little lady peeking around the brute is Toni."
"Whose banging yer slut wife next door?" inquired Jake.
"That's Bobby Ray."
"Oh, you're Luke's good friend!" said Toni as she squeezed past Jake's bulk. "I've heard so much about you and your brother! We've been hoping to meet you soon, and... here you are!"
"Ya got pecker tracks all over the god damned comforter!" scowled Jake.
"Uh, sorry 'bout that," replied Luke insincerely.
"Oh, don't worry none about him," said Toni with a wave of the hand, "it's not the first time that's happened. So, you guys having fun?"
"Damned right," replied Luke with a smirk and wink.
Lecherously feasting upon Lynette’s nubile form, Jake said, "Toni, why don't ya go next door and see if Shelly needs any help."
"Oooo, that's a good idea," purred Toni. Toni reached out and playfully tweaked Lynette's nipple. "Nice meeting you, doll. You're really cute! We'll all have to get together sometime."
Covering her tweaked nip, Lynette whispered as Toni departed the room, "You said they weren't comin' home tonight!"
"Well… they're here now. Relax."
Nervously Lynette looked back at Jake. Leering and having unbuttoned his shirt, he was pulling it over his hairy shoulders.
"Oh, my god! Luke!"
"Relax, baby," comforted Luke. "Just relax and have a little fun. Jake and me, we share... Now yer already pregnant, so ya've got absolutely nuttin' to worry about."
To be continued...