Two Daughters

An adult stories – Two Daughters by JohnMurray4173,JohnMurray4173 Chapter 1.

It’s strange how friendships form, isn’t it, reader? Often, when your children are young, their friends’ parents become your friends. Still others form from work relationships, some from sports or club affiliations, and even from groups like Rotary or The Lions.

Some just are.

Jim Monie and I became friends because our wives worked together, and they were friends. My and Jim’s wives were nurses at a now defunct hospital on Brisbane’s east side. They’re both Sagittarians, and that somehow made them bond. I have no idea why. My wife, bless her big heart, is the kindest, most generous, most spiritually beautiful person I’ve ever known.

Whereas Jim’s wife, Ellen, is a bitch. A stone cold, raving lunatic bitch. How he stayed married to her until he, with my help, sorted her out is beyond my ken. She’s pretty, though, so maybe that was the reason.

When our wives worked together, Jim had taken time off to complete a teaching degree, and I drove cabs. Because we needed the money, I worked the more lucrative Wednesday to Sunday night shift. This meant that my wife and I required someone to babysit our two boys on the weekends when Vanessa (my wife) had a shift. Jim offered to babysit for us because, with only one income, they needed the extra money we paid for babysitting duties.

Jim and Ellen have four kids. When I met them, their ages were Larry, 9. Tanya, 7. Isla, 6. And Jason, 4. Even back then, the girls were both very pretty. They both had startling blue eyes, blonde hair, and beautiful, upturned noses over pouting, cupid bow lips. Even at less than ten years of age, it was clear they’d be heartbreakers when they reached their majority.

But think about it, all by his lonesome, Jim babysat six children under ten: his four and our two, Gary, 8, and Aaron, 5. The man is a saint! Although he did say that none of the kids caused any real problems. They were all polite and respectful, and the occasional spats quickly ended.

The Monies and we Shephards became close friends, often hanging out and taking holidays together when we could. Watching our six children play, I wondered if my boys would pair with Jim’s girls. Gary and Tanya seemed to spend more time playing together than with any of the others, and Aaron and Isla were the same.

I seemed popular with the two Monie girls, but I guessed it was because they were both ‘daddy’s girls’ and saw me as kind of a co, or brother, daddy. Isla, especially, would immediately climb onto my lap and plant a big, sloppy kiss on my cheek as soon as I sat down at her parent’s house. “Hello, Daddy Liam,” she’d say before snuggling onto my lap, confirming my thoughts that she saw me as a kind of co-daddy.

If I didn’t move her, Isla would stay on my lap until we went home. She only ran off to play with the other kids if I lifted her off and sat her on the sofa beside me.

We were tight with Monies for four years, but when Jim completed his degree, he took a teaching job in Rockhampton. The distance, plus family and time commitments, meant we hardly saw each other until Larry’s eighteenth birthday.

Eighteen is a significant milestone here in Australia. On your eighteenth birthday, you get the right to vote, drink in licenced venues, join the armed forces, go to war, and die for your country.

Fortunately, Australia has never been stupid enough to instigate a war with another country. Unfortunately, we have blindly followed our Colonial Masters and Yankee Cousins into every conflict since our federation.

Vanessa, me, and the boys drove from Brisbane to Rockhampton to attend Larry’s party. Being relatively young, seventeen and fourteen, the trip griped at them. To try and alleviate our boy’s frustration, we allowed them to play whatever music they wanted. So, for the nearly seven-hour journey, Vanessa and I were subjected to an endless cycle of The Spice Girl’s ‘I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah’ followed by Miley’s dad singing ‘Achy Breaky Heart’.

By the time we got to Rockhampton. I would have cheerfully strangled every Spice Girl and Billy Ray!

After unpacking the car into the two rooms Jim and Ellen had prepared for us, I noticed that Ellen was in one of her ‘moods’. So, once my boys had settled into their typical relationship with the Monie kids, I cornered Jim and asked if there was a pub or club we could walk to.

Jim revealed that the Rockhampton Leagues Club was within easy walking distance, so we slipped away from our wives’ gaze and walked there. Buying some beers, I found an empty table. Then, sipping my beer, I asked, “What the fuck is going on, brother? You’re miserable. Your kids are miserable. And fuck me, we’ve only been here an hour, and we’re miserable, too!”

Grimacing, Jim explained, “Ellen hates you, Liam. When I’m with you, I’m different. More confident and aggressive, I suppose. When you and I are together, I won’t let her push me around as I usually do.

“Then stop being a fucking pussy and push back when she’s being a bitch,” I growled.

His eyes filling with tears, Jim muttered, “If only it were that easy, Liam. She becomes unhinged if I push back at her increasingly ridiculous demands. She starts yelling and screaming, chucking things at me, and threatening to take the kids away from me.”

“It might be better for you all if you let her, brother,” I softly replied.

But before I’d even completed that thought, Jim was vehemently shaking his head.

“No, Liam, I can’t,” he stated firmly. “The kids have all, every one of them, begged me to stay. They fear being in the house without me being there to protect them.”

“So stay and kick the fucking fruit bat out,” I said, offering the obvious solution.

“Yeah?” Jim scoffed. “With our leftist/feminist/lesbian/poof-riddled Family Court, just who do you think will be given the kids?”

“But if Ellen is as deranged as you’re saying, surely the counsellor will recommend you get full custody?”

Jim laughed derisively again, “Sure! And when little Mrs Purity does her Good Christian Woman act and lines up half her church to declare that when I kneel, my devil’s horns show and that Ellen is a devout Christian and a good and loving mother? Who does the dyke or poof on the bench assign the kids to then?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I replied.

I hate to admit it, but our Family Courts are so biased against men that unless the mother is certifiably insane and committed to an institution or homicidal and an immediate physical danger to her kids, they get the children in virtually every instance.

“Don’t the kids get a say?” I asked.

“Larry is now legally an adult, so he can do whatever he wants. Tanya is sixteen, so she might be able to choose, but the other two are under sixteen, so even though the counsellor will listen to what they want, they don’t get a say in the court’s decision.”

We sipped our beers in quiet contemplation before Jim dropped a totally unexpected non sequitur, “Larry’s got the hots for your wife, by the way. He asked me how I thought you’d react if he asked her to be his first.”

My beer halfway to my mouth, I froze. Unfortunately, my subconscious mind kept going through the motions of tipping the glass so I could drink, and I poured half the glass into my lap.

“Where the fuck did that come from?” I bitched, trying to wipe the beer away before it soaked my trouser front. “Brother, you just don’t go casually dropping that your son wants to fuck a man’s wife into a conversation without preparing the poor prick first!”

Laughing at my discomfiture, then laughing harder when I stood to wipe my pants off only to see it looked like I’d wet myself, Jim said, “Well, mate, how was I supposed to do it? Chat about some stupid bullshit, then say, ‘Hey, mate, look, you know my son Larry? Yeah, well, he’s got this thing for your wife, and I think he wants her to be his first.'”

“That would have been better, brother! Much damned better,” I replied. “So, yeah, next time, do that!”

“Wouldn’t have been anywhere near as funny, though,” Jim declared, laughing his fool head off.

In the end, I realised it would have been funny if it had been someone else! So grinning, I said, “I will get you for this, you know that, right? Maybe I’ll lie and tell you one of your daughters wants me to be her first!”

Jim looked at me levelly for a time before dropping my gaze and looking down at his beer. Then, as he brought the glass to his lips, I’m sure he muttered, ‘That might not be a lie.” But, he couldn’t have, or wouldn’t have, even if it were true, so I immediately dismissed it from my mind.”

Accepting that I had no choice but to face the knowing grins of the other patrons, I stood to go to the bar and refresh our beers. Handing a glass to Jim, I sat and mused, “Larry has the hots for Vanessa, huh? How does one even have that conversation with one’s son?”

“Look Liam, it’s not like Vanessa isn’t hot! I mean, those sparkling green eyes under that tangle of dark red hair? Wow! Plus, she’s got a body to die for! What about her tits? Surely, they have to be at least a C-cup? And on a body that’s lean and toned? Jaysus! What is she, 163 cm (5-ft 4), and maybe 54 kg (120 lbs)?”

Nodding, I admitted, “About that.”

“Then she wears that bikini that hides nothing! I expect her boobs to fall out with every step she takes, but they don’t because they’re that firm! And her ass doesn’t wobble at all when she walks as it’s that toned and taut! Then, as if all of that wasn’t enough, she has freckles sprayed across her nose and cleavage. Mate, I’m telling you, your missus is a walking, talking erection maker!”

Getting a little heated, even though I loved the attention Vanessa got from men and women alike, I growled, “Been looking much?”

“Oh, give it up,” Jim smirked. “You love it when guys look. You always have.”

“Your wife’s pretty hot, too,” I pointed out.

As I said earlier, Ellen is pretty. Being quite tall for a woman at 175 cm (5-ft 9) and weighing a toned 65 kg (143 lbs), Ellen looks almost Teutonic. She has flaxen-coloured hair over pale blue eyes and high cheekbones over an almost square jaw. Her body is muscled instead of toned, as Ellen lifts weights and has competed in amateur bodybuilding competitions. Her breasts are high, firm granny smith apples on her thin chest.

“Yeah, but where your missus has a sweet, innocent, butter-wouldn’t-melt-in-my-mouth personality, mine is an absolute bitch!”

Exasperated, I snarled, “So leave the bitch!”

Holding my gaze steadily, Jim replied, “No. I promised the kids I’d be there until they left home.”

“Well, you’re fucked, then,” I muttered.

“Yup,” Jim morosely agreed. Then he looked at his watch and said, “Ellen will have started dinner, and I’m already in enough shit as it is. Do you mind if we go back?”

On the walk back, I ventured, “Larry and Vanessa?”

Jim sighed, “I asked who he wanted to invite to his eighteenth, and Vanessa was the first name he said. Then he grudgingly said the rest of you could come too if Vanessa came. I asked, ‘What the fuck is that about?’ He admitted he had the hots for her and wanted her to, in his words, ‘show me how to be a man!'” Jim shook his head before saying, “I agreed I’d broach the subject with you because he thought you’d ‘rip his head off and spit down his throat’ if he asked. So that’s what I’m doing.”

“You do realise it’s not only up to me, right? I’m pretty sure Ness will want to decide for herself,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but even if she were willing, and I doubt she will be, she’d never do it unless you told her it was okay.”

I thought about what Larry wanted all the way home. Very early in Vanessa’s and my relationship, I realised Ness’ sexual appetite was as voracious as mine. Underneath her innocent façade lurks a seriously sensual woman that adores sex in all its forms and willingly indulges in them all.

As a result of that discovery, Vanessa and I created a marriage that isn’t ‘open’ but isn’t entirely exclusive, either. We have what we call a ‘yearly day pass’. If one of us meets someone they’d like a ‘dalliance’ with, we discuss it and agree if it can happen or not, then discuss terms. As long as our spouse is happy with the terms and conditions, we get our ‘day pass’ and can spend one full twenty-four-hour day doing whatever we want with our dalliance. No questions asked or recriminations permitted.

I’ve used my ‘day pass’ every year of our eighteen-year marriage. Vanessa has used all of her eighteen but asked for and received six extras. We find having these rare erotic sexual affairs adds spice to our marriage, and we fuck like newlyweds for months after having one.

Just before we returned inside, I muttered, “I’ll let Ness know that Larry wants to ask and that I’m okay with it.”

Vanessa and Ellen were in the kitchen, and by the sounds of it, Ellen was expounding her litany of complaints against her husband. As typical for her, Ness was calmly nodding and making noncommittal sounds of sympathy.

However, as soon as Jim and I walked past, Ellen screeched, “And just where did you head off to? I work all day trying to earn enough money to feed this family, and when I come home, do you help get dinner ready? No! You head off to the pub with your mate!”

Looking at his wife calmly, Jim said, “Do you want to do this in front of our guests, or would you prefer to yell at me in the partial privacy of our bedroom?”

Still screeching, Ellen yelled, “Don’t use that flippant voice with me, Jim! I won’t put up with it!”

But she did follow him to their room and shut the door. Not that it helped with the volume level very much.

Vanessa looked at me, shrugged, smiled, and continued peeling potatoes. Walking up behind her, I put my arms around her shoulders, kissed her neck as I hugged her to me, and whispered, “Larry wants to ask you a question.”

“Why doesn’t he ask me, then?”

“He’s scared you’ll get angry, and I’ll kill him.”

“He told you this?”

“No, Jim did.”

“Why on earth would he ask his father to ask you to ask me … oh.” The penny dropped. “He wants me to be his first? That has to be it! His birthday is tomorrow, and we’re the only ones here to celebrate it. His party isn’t until Friday night, so he wanted just us here to celebrate with him.”

“Not us, Ness,” I softly said.

Vanessa blushed and said, “Oh shit! He wanted it to be only me, but Jim knew you wouldn’t let me go alone, so he insisted Larry invited us all.”

Holding her tight as I slid my right hand under her T-shirt and ran it over Vanessa’s toned tummy, I whispered, “I’m happy to give you a ‘day pass’ if you want, my love.”

Taking my right hand in hers, Ness lifted her skirt and pushed my hand under her thong, and placed my fingers on her clit before pushing them down to her entrance. “Feel the warmth, baby? Damn! I’m already wet thinking about it! Are you sure you’re okay with giving me a ‘day pass’ for Larry? I’ve had one already this year.”

Thumbing her button as I delved two fingers inside her pussy, I answered, “Yes, baby. I’m pretty hot thinking about you doing it, too.” I ground my erection against her ass to prove my point.

“Ellen’s going to shit!” Vanessa giggled.

As Ness giggled, I moved my left hand onto her breast and gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I lightly bit where her neck and shoulder met.

Ness shuddered, and her hips jerked forwards, pushing more firmly at my delving fingers. “Stop that,” she hissed. “Or I’m going to cum right here in the kitchen!”

“Do it!” I demanded, squeezing her nipple harder and curling my fingers onto her G-spot.

“Fuuuck!” Ness groaned quietly as she came on my fingers.

Hearing a door open, I pulled my hand out of my wife’s thong, tugged her skirt down, and removed my other hand from her breast. Then, doing nothing more than cuddle her, I grinned and winked at Jim over Ness’ head as he and Ellen walked in. Ellen wrinkled her nose at the smell of Vanessa’s arousal, but Jim smiled and offered an air high-five.

I kissed Ness’s cheek and patted her bottom before following Jim into the lounge. As soon as I sat, Isla, despite being fifteen now, climbed into my lap. Not thinking anything of it, I wrapped my arms around her waist, ensuring I touched her in a non-sexual way and kissed her cheek.

“Hello, beautiful Miss Isla. Are you already breaking boys’ hearts?”

“Yes!” Isla averred. “But boys my age are so dumb that I shut them down as soon as they start jabbering at me.”

“No special guy that you do want to talk to you?” I asked, pushing my bottom lip out and pretending to be sad.

“Not yet,” Isla stated sadly. “There will be when I turn eighteen. But that’s still three years away.”

“What’s stopping you from talking to him now?”

Isla was about to say something, but Jim growled, “Isla, enough! And get off Jim. You’re too old to be still sitting in his lap!”

Tears welling in her eyes, Isla stood and stamped her foot, then glowered at her father, “You just don’t understand!” She accused before flouncing out of the room.

As I looked at her swiftly retreating back, mystified, I was sure I heard Jim mutter, “I know damned well what you want, my precocious, wilful child. But you’re waiting until your eighteenth birthday, even if I have to build a dungeon to lock you in.”

Wondering what the fuck that was all about, I shook myself and said, “So them Broncos. Not going so well, are they?”

Jim knew that I couldn’t give a fuck about Rugby League but wanted to restart the conversation, so he replied, “Better than the Chargers!”

“Only team worse are The Tigers,” I added.

With our conversation flowing again, we chatted about this and that waiting to be called for dinner. After asking me if I wanted a beer, Jim left to get them.

As soon as he exited the room, Tanya sat next to me, her body touching mine, and took my hand in hers before pulling it into her lap. Then putting her head on my shoulder, she sighed happily and said, “I like it when you visit, Daddy Liam. Daddy smiles and laughs and tells jokes when you’re here. He never does when you’re not.”

“That’s very sad, Tan-Tan,” I said, carefully moving our hands to where our thighs met. “But your dad loves you, so it’ll be okay.”

“You’ve called me that ever since I can remember, Daddy Liam,” Tanya smiled fondly. “I know Daddy loves us because he shows us he does every day. But I hate seeing him so sad.” Tanya turned to face me and sadly said, “Mum’s being a bitch because she’s feeling guilty for cheating on Daddy.”

My blood running cold, I asked, “You know for sure?”

“Yes. She’s screwing Doug, one of the orderlies on her ward.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I came home from school with a headache, silly. They were doing it here on this couch!”

“They didn’t see you?” I asked, my skin wanting to crawl at the thought of Ellen being fucked where I sat.

“They were too busy screwing to notice me. I doubt they would have noticed a herd of elephants walking through the house.”

“Have you told your father?”

“Why would I want to make him even sadder than he is now?”

“Fair enough,” I mused. “So why are you telling me?”

“Because she’ll throw it in Dad’s face when they’re arguing sometime this weekend. Seeing you enrages her. Do you know why?”

“According to your dad, it’s because he pushes back against her nonsense when I’m here.”

But by the time I’d gotten halfway through that sentence, Tanya was shaking her head.

“Why then?”

“She wants to fuck you.”

“What?”

“It’s true, Daddy Liam,” Tanya said firmly. “Mum’s a submissive slut at heart, but Dad is too weak to make her submit. You aren’t. You should probably smack her ass and make her orgasm. Then she’d probably treat you better. But that would make Daddy even sadder.”

“Ain’t never going to happen, Tanya!” I stated. “I’d rather jump off a cliff than do that!”

“I know you wouldn’t, Daddy Liam. So does Mum. That’s why she’s so pissy. She’s pissed at Vanessa, too, because Vanessa’s got what she can’t have.”

Jim rolled back into the room carrying our drinks at that point, so our conversation stopped.

Opening my beer, I took an appreciative swig before saying, “That took you a while, brother. Get lost on your way to the fridge?”

“I had to listen to another lecture before I could return,” Jim replied.

Well, how do you respond to that? I didn’t. I just took another sip.

Tanya had put her head back on my shoulder. I was wondering how to restart my conversation with Jim when Tanya quietly asked, “Are you coming up for my eighteenth birthday, Daddy Liam? Of course, it’s not for about twenty months, but it never hurts to ask early. I’d like only you and Vanessa to come up for my birthday dinner, but your boys can come up for my party if they want.”

For some reason, Jim blanched at Tanya’s last request. I had no idea why.

Vanessa walked over to the couch, smiled at Tanya and asked sweetly, “Tanya, honey, do you think I could have my husband back?”

“Of course, Aunty Nessa,” Tanya said as she stood and walked off.

My wife sat exactly as Tanya had, but when I looked at her, she had an amused smile on her pretty lips. Kissing them, I asked, “What’s the smile for?”

“You, you big, naïve, blind lummox,” she answered.

“Me?” I asked, confused. “What have I done to deserve your sexy smile?”

But Vanessa refused to answer until Jim had excused himself from the room.

“You have no idea the effect you have on women, Liam. Do you?”

“Me?” I asked again.

“Yes, you! Liam, you’re thirty-eight and in peak physical form. I know you say you’re not as fit as you were when you were playing AFL, but honey, you look as if you could step out there and play this afternoon. How many kilometres are you running a week still?”

“Depending on the week, somewhere between eighty (53 miles) and a hundred and ten (68 miles).”

“How many days in the gym?”

“Four, depending.”

“How much are you pressing?”

“On the bench?” I asked, and when she nodded said, “155 kg (342 lbs).”

“Deadlifting how much? Ness asked.

“200 kg (441 lbs).”

“So you’re tall, Over 193 cm (6-ft. 4-in.),” Vanessa continued. “Long-legged, leanly muscled, incredibly strong, and handsome. Add to that that you’re calm, positive and dominant, have an expressive face and a smile that parts legs and I’m grateful that you’ve only ever asked for one pass a year. You could have your choice of women over the years. You know that, right?”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick, Ness,” I scoffed. “Actually, you’re laying it on a lot thick! I’ve been propositioned maybe eighteen times in our married life, and I only took up four of those. The others were women I pursued. All of which I requested a ‘day pass’ for!”

“That’s because you’re a big, naïve, blind lummox,” Vanessa grinned, returning to her earlier sentiments. “You don’t get their hints. So you treat them well, devastate them with your sexy smile, chastely hug and kiss them, then come back to me, unaware that with just one word, they’d have dropped their knickers and let you fuck them where they stood.”

“Me? Ness, seriously, have you been drinking?”

Vanessa’s musical laugh chimed, then she leant closer and quietly said, “Both Monie girls are going to ask you to make them women on their eighteenth birthdays. You know that, right?”

“What?” I quietly gasped.

“Isla asked me on her eighth birthday if I minded her marrying you when she was old enough. She said she was happy to share if I was.”

“Oh, come on, Ness!” I protested. “Maybe they had a schoolgirl crush on me when they were kids. But they’re teenagers now and have plenty of boys their age to choose from. Besides, I’m more than twice their age!”

Grinning, Vanessa said, “Yeah, they have plenty of boys, but they have their hearts set on a man.”

“I’m calling bullshit, Ness. Why are you teasing me? You know I’d never go there! What are you doing? Are you testing me? Is that it? Do you think I’ll go behind your back and make love to Tanya and Isla without asking you? Not that I would ask, mind!”

Vanessa laughed again, “Honey, it’s a done deal. I’ve already told Tanya I’ll give you a ‘day pass’ for her birthday. You and she can have twenty-four hours starting when you take her to bed for the first time.”

“Not happening, Ness,” I said firmly. “I’m not doing that to Jim!”

“Tanya’s already told him it’s happening, babe,” Vanessa informed me.

“Then he’s probably looking for where he’s going to bury me! That’s why he’s taken so long to come back!” I growled.

Vanessa seemed to have the giggles because she laughed again, “I asked Jim to give me time to talk to you. He’s waiting in the kitchen, so why don’t we go and see if dinner’s ready?”

On the way to the kitchen, Vanessa whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight you won’t be able to walk tomorrow!”

Unfortunately, that meant I spent dinner having to hide my erection.

The following day was Larry’s birthday, and I was, indeed, walking a little funny! Vanessa had decided that Larry’s twenty-four hours would begin after breakfast, so Vanessa and I had taken care to ensure she was as clean as possible. Vanessa even douched front and back to ensure she wouldn’t leak any of my sperm onto her virgin lover.

After breakfast, I kissed Vanessa goodbye, said I’d see her for breakfast the next day, and smiled as she gave me a final hug and kissed me on the cheek.

When Jim and I headed out to play golf, he seemed a little standoffish. Jim and I are good mates, so I bluntly asked, “What’s up your arse?”

“How do you do that? Why do you do that?”

“What?” I asked.

“So blithely send your wife off to fuck another man, let alone my son. And for a whole day? That’s insane!”

“First of all, Jim,” I replied. “I didn’t ‘send her off’ to fuck anyone. I gave her permission to use one of her rare ‘day passes’ to have a casual affair if she wanted to. But as much fun as it will be for both of them, it can only ever be a ‘casual affair’.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Hell, yes!” I averred. “Vanessa will fuck my brains out every day for a month after today. Variety is the spice of life, brother. You could seriously do with some yourself!”

“Look, Liam,” Jim heatedly said, “Despite what the nutbag I married has said, I’ve never been with another woman since we got married!”

“I never said you were, brother,” I reminded him. “All I said was, ‘You could do with some variety’. Shit! If I thought you could handle it, I’d give Vanessa a ‘day pass’ to help you out. But even if you got the courage to go through with it, you’d feel guilty and run to confess to your wife!”

“I fucking should take you up on your offer!” Jim snarled. “If I’m going to be accused of doing it anyway, I may as well fuck around on Ellen!”

“Unfortunately, brother. You’re just not built that way. Even if Ness came onto you, you’d run screaming instead of taking her up on her offer.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Liam,” Jim admitted. “Although Nessa’s as hot as hell, I couldn’t do that to you, or Ellen, for that matter.”

We travelled silently for a while, but it seemed apparent that my friend was struggling with something. I thought he was trying to come to grips with me allowing Ness to have an affair, but when he spoke, it was about a surprising subject.

Jim pulled the car off the road and turned to me, trying to hold back tears, “I think Ellen’s having an affair, Liam.”

‘Shit!’ I thought. ‘What do I say now?’

With thoughts of what Tanya had told me running through my head, I neutrally asked, “Why do you think that?”

“We used to make love all the time,” Jim replied. “Ellen loves sex and always seemed to need it regularly. Now? She’s a cold fish and won’t let me touch her.”

“You don’t think she’s ‘shut up the pussy’, for want of a better expression, to force you to do something or stop doing something?” I questioned.

“Maybe, Liam. But I doubt it. She’s never done it before because she loves sex too much.”

“I can get Ness to talk to her if you think it would help?”

Jim hit me with a crooked smile, “Buddy, Ellen and Vanessa were friends before we were. But we’ve become good friends whilst they tolerate each other because we’re friends. Ellen hates you, but I think she’s jealous of Vanessa, and as you know, jealousy is a more destructive emotion than hatred.”

“Why would Ellen be jealous of Ness?” I asked. “Ellen’s as pretty as Ness,” I lied. “She’s got the same job and similar lifestyle, so why would she be jealous?”

“Because everyone loves your wife, Liam,” Jim explained. “She’s beautiful inside and out, and people love to be around her. But, unfortunately, Ellen grates on people. Vanessa is stunningly gorgeous, but other women aren’t jealous of her looks for some reason, probably because she’s so sweet and doesn’t flirt with their husbands. On the other hand, Ellen’s very pretty, and other women seem to hate her for it. Probably because she’s a bitch to go with it.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

Taking a deep breath, Jim sighed, “Continue doing what I’m doing. Choosing to love her anyway and staying for the kids.”

“What about you? What do you want?”

“To be still married to the sweet, beautiful woman I married, mate. That’s what I want!”

“So you were married before Ellen, then?” I kidded.

“Has anyone told you today?” Jim growled.

“Look, I don’t have to stand here and be insulted!” I pretended to snarl. “People insult me wherever I go!”

“You’re sitting, you Muppet!” Jim pointed out.

“What I’m doing is not playing golf,” I pretended to whinge as I grinned at him. “You promised me a round of golf, and all we’re doing is giving me a hard-on talking about your son banging my wife.”

“Nessa fucking Larry turns you on?”

“Hell, yeah!” I exclaimed. “Listen, buddy, I’m not gay, but your son’s a good-looking man. He has a good physique and a great smile. He’s the type of man who should be fucking a beautiful woman.”

Then I explained, “Jim, your son is going to have the experience of his life. If he has his first time with a girl around his age, then, if she’s a virgin too, it will be an awkward, fumbling, stumbling experience and probably be horrible for them both.

“If the girl is more experienced than him, and he ‘pops’ as soon as she takes him in her hand, then ‘pops’ again when she puts her mouth on him, and ‘pops’ a third time when she tries to guide him into her, she’ll probably either get angry with or laugh at him. Either way, that’s scarring. Some guys never recover from that experience.

“But Vanessa will take him in her hand first as she whispers, ‘Cum for me, baby,’ and let him blow all over her tits. Larry probably won’t soften at all after that, so Ness will take him in her mouth and swiftly bring him to another orgasm. Of course, she’ll surprise him by letting him cum in her mouth, but then she’ll make Larry kiss her and explain that if a woman lets him shoot in her mouth, he’d damned well better kiss her to show his appreciation if he ever wants to be able to do it again!

“Only then will she guide him inside her, but Vanessa knows he’ll probably blow only three or four strokes later, so if she has to, she’ll fake an orgasm so he feels good and then ‘encourage’ him to go again. By then, Larry will have gained at least some control, and Ness will show him how to use his cock to get her off.

Then, finally, she’ll explain that if he hasn’t quite gotten his girl off before he cums inside her, he’d better use his tongue and fingers to get her there and show him how to do it. Of course, that won’t be enough for either of them, so she’ll take him to the shower and show him how to bring her off using his hands only and how to use his tongue to bring her to orgasm.

“After that, now that he knows what he’s doing, she’ll put him through his paces all night. Jim, your son will walk into the kitchen tomorrow morning wincing because the head of his dick will be sore! Vanessa will float in, looking radiant, smug and self-satisfied.”

“You kiss your wife after you’ve cum in her mouth?” Jim asked, his mouth showing disgust. “Wait! You go down on your wife after you’ve cum in her?”

“Of course! Do you expect your wife to kiss you after you’ve gone down on her?”

“Yes, but it’s not the same!” Jim answered.

“Ellen tasting her essence from your lips isn’t the same as you tasting yours from hers?”

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” Jim conceded. “But going down on her after you’ve cum in her? That’s just nasty!”

“If you’ve cum in your wife, but she still wants more, does she blow you to get you hard again?” I asked.

“Sometimes, yes.”

“But she goes and gets a cloth and wipes you clean, right?”

“No,” Jim conceded again. “She goes straight down on me.”

I grinned and gave him the historically correct quote, “What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.”

“Ah, shit,” Jim groaned. “You’re saying I need to lift my game, aren’t you? That’s why she cheated on me. I’m not satisfying her in bed.”

“I think the next time she starts at you, you should toss her over your shoulder, smack her taut ass, carry her to bed, and fuck her! Then, if she complains, smack her ass again, and if she tries to escape, hold her down and fuck her harder. Show her you are her man, and she needs to submit to her man. Then, if she’s still bitching, put her over your knee and light up her ass. Use your hand, at least, but her hairbrush if necessary.”

“You reckon that will work?”

“Can it make things any worse than they are now?”

“Probably not.”

“Then what have you got to lose?”

“My balls when she’s cut them off after I’ve fallen asleep,” Jim muttered.

“And you’d notice, how?” I sneered. “Ellen already has them in her handbag now, doesn’t she?”

“You know what, Liam?” Jim snarled. “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!” Then he grinned, “You know, mate. Sometimes you’re a real asshole! Remind me why I love you again?”

“Because I make you laugh. Your daughter said so,” I replied, grinning back at him. “We’ve missed our tee time,” I pointed out. “Want to go and drink beer?”

“And you’re still not bothered about Vanessa being with Larry?”

“Fucking him, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“I just wish I could watch!”

“You want to watch your wife be fucked by another man?” Jim asked disbelievingly.

“Yes!” I replied. “Wouldn’t you want to watch Vanessa fucking?”

“Not my son,” Jim stated. “But otherwise, of course! But she’s not my wife!”

“We’re going around in circles, brother,” I observed. “Ness and I enjoy having an occasional dalliance, and knowing our spouse is having one excites us. I’m not asking for your approval and just hope it doesn’t affect our friendship.”

Jim shook his head and said, “Nah, Liam. We’re all good. It’s weird, but as you say, it doesn’t affect me, so, meh. Who cares?”

“Tanya?” I asked into the silence after Jim finished speaking.

Jim blanched again before grimacing, “Nessa told you, huh?”

“That Tanya asked her if she’d let me be her first? Yes, she did. In fact, Ness called me a big, naïve, blind lummox because I hadn’t seen it.”

“My daughters adore you, Liam,” Jim stated, then grinned. “Fuck knows why, but they do. Of course, I’m not happy about it, but … what the fuck do I know? Tanya wants you to be her first, so,” Jim sighed, “It’s going to happen anyway. Therefore, I choose to accept it and be happy about it.”

“I had no idea, brother,” I honestly replied. “I swear I never did anything to encourage their attention,”

“Not even when Isla climbed into your lap last night?”

“She’s always climbed into my lap, Jim,” I pointed out. “I’m pretty sure she first sat there the day you and I met.”

“Okay,” Jim conceded. “But Tanya holding your hand?”

“Another thing that’s always happened, brother. I wondered for a time if she even liked me, but then her mother went psycho, and suddenly she and I were close,” I explained. “I have to do something about that woman (Ellen),” I muttered to myself. Then I thought. ‘Maybe I should do as her daughter suggested and make her submit to me, fuck her, and then send her to Jim.’

“Don’t, brother, please,” Jim pleaded. “I can get over someone unknown fucking her, I think. But if I know you’ve had her, I’ll never forgive you or her.”

“I wouldn’t, Jim,” I reassured him. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“I didn’t catch it all,” Jim admitted. “Just enough to be able to guess the rest. But you muttered something about Tanya?”

“Cards on the table?” I asked.

“It’s hard to imagine anything you could say making life worse for me, Liam. Well, unless you’re about to confess you’ve already banged Ellen. So, yeah, lay them down. Let’s hear it all.”

“Your daughter says your wife doesn’t hate me. Instead, she desires me and wants me to fuck her. She says that her mother is a submissive slut at heart, and she treats you like she does because you’re too weak to make her obey you. Tanya suggested that I smack Ellen’s ass and make her have orgasms because Ellen would treat me better after that. However, she did warn me off because she knew it would make you even sadder.”

“Tanya told you that?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “When you were getting the beers and your second lecture.”

“You think I should toughen up?”

“It’s either that or put up with what you’ve got for the next five-plus years until Jason turns eighteen.”

Jim sat contemplating our conversation for a time before starting the car and u-turning, “We’re going home,” he stated. “Ellen and I need to have a discussion. After that, you can pick up the remains of my body to bury when your plan doesn’t work.”

“It’s not my plan,” I protested. “Tanya’s the one that stated what she thought was wrong with her mother.”

“But you think she’s right?”

“I think that your daughter’s a smart cookie and very observant, so maybe she is.”

“Yeah,” Jim acknowledged as he manoeuvred the car through the traffic. “Tanya’s typically quite insightful.”

Jim drove silently for a while, then grimaced and said, “Fuck it! I’ll try patiently explaining to Ellen that the bullshit has to stop, but if she starts ranting again, I’ll light up her ass with her hairbrush!”

“Don’t worry, brother,” I said, patting his shoulder. “I won’t let Ellen dispose of your remains without letting your kids say goodbye to your dismembered body. I’ll even look for your dick so you can be buried whole.”

“There might be that,” Jim said grimly. “And don’t let her wear my balls as her earrings!”

“I’ll steal them from her purse, brother, for sure.”

Jim glared at me but then laughed and muttered, “Asshole!”

Reaching home, Jim parked the car, then, after looking at me and taking a deep breath, he marched inside. Following, I listened for Ellen’s scathing voice and wondered if my friend was up to it. Hell, I wondered if I was up to it, even if I was stupid enough to try. Ellen’s nasty streak ran deep, maybe even too deep for a hairbrush to the ass to dig out.

Turning from the kitchen, where I assumed Ellen would be, I walked into the lounge to see Tanya and Isla on the sofa watching TV.

“Come sit with us, Daddy Liam,” Tanya said brightly as she and Isla separated to give me space to sit between them.

“What are you watching?” I asked as I pushed Tanya back against her sister and sat on the end.

“The Princess Bride,” Isla informed me. “It’s the best movie ever!”

My sneaky move to prevent the Monie girls from pressing their bodies against mine failed dismally, though. As soon as I sat, Isla got up and stood before me, demanding that I make room on my lap for her. So, surrendering to the inevitable, I carefully guided her so she sat on my upper thigh, not my groin, and wrapped my arm around her waist.

Once her sister had settled onto my lap, Tanya took my other hand in hers and tried to place it between her thighs again. I resisted, of course, so after a brief strength battle that she couldn’t win, Tanya allowed me to put our hands where our thighs touched.

Tanya restarted the movie, but before I could figure out where it was up to, Jim roared from the kitchen.

“Ellen, you will quit your damned bitching, or I swear I’m going to light your ass up like a damned stoplight!”

“Oh, shit! “Tanya muttered. “Daddy Liam, you didn’t tell Daddy…?”

“Would you like to go out to lunch, ladies?” I swiftly interrupted. “I think your mum and dad would like some privacy!”

“Bugger that,” Tanya stated, grinning. “I’ve got to see this!”

“No, you don’t!” I insisted. “Come on. It’ll be like we’re going on a date, I promise. I’ll hold your hands, open the car doors, and hold your chairs. You’ll love it!”

“I’ll want a kiss when you bring us home after our date, Daddy Liam,” Tanya demanded.

“Yes, I nice chaste kiss on the cheek as it should be on a first date,” I evaded.

“I’ll want one, too, Daddy Liam,” Isla chimed in.

“Done!” I desperately said, hearing Ellen continue to bitch. “Let’s go!”

The girls looked at each other before turning back to me and saying, “No, Daddy Liam. If we’re going on a date, we need to get changed and do our makeup.”

‘Ah, shit!’ I groaned in my mind. ‘I’m so fucked!’

Defeated by teenage girl logic, I sagged back and waved my hand dismissively, “Go then,” I said. “Try not to take an hour getting ready.”

“That does it,” Jim yelled.

There was a grunt from the kitchen, then the solid whap of a firm hand hitting a toned ass.

“Ow!” Ellen yelped. “What the heck do you think you’re doing? Put me down, you big oaf.”

Whap!

“Ow! Stop it! You will not treat me this way!”

Whap!

Jim stormed past the lounge door carrying a yowling and bitching Ellen. But every time she tried to wriggle off his shoulder, Jim smacked her ass again.

“You wait, Jim Monie,” Ellen threatened. “When I tell Daddy and the Pastor what you’ve done, you’re going to be in so much trouble!”

Whap!

“I’d worry about the trouble you’re in now, woman,” Jim snarled, hitting her ass again. “Not the trouble I may be in later!”

“Ow! That hurts you prick!”

“Ellen, I swear by all that’s holy, that if you don’t stop your caterwauling, I’m taking a hairbrush to your pretty ass!”

Looking at each other and tittering, the Monie girls scampered from the lounge. So, turning back to the movie, I turned the sound way up and tried to concentrate on the rubbish it was. Unfortunately, I could still hear Jim following through on his promise, even over the blaring TV.

About fifteen minutes later, and with still with no sign of the girls, I could no longer hear my friend ‘chastising’ his wife. ‘Oh, shit!’ I thought, quickly turning the sound down. I listened intently to see if I could hear anything, but even when I muted the sound, I heard only silence.

Worried, I tip-toed down the hall, planning on easing the bedroom door open and checking on the occupants. However, just as I reached their door, I heard, “Oh, Jim. Oh, yes, honey. Right there. Oh my, my love, that feels so good!”

Blushing, I swiftly retreated, but as I turned, I bumped into Tanya and Isla.

“What were you doing, Daddy Liam?” Tanya grinned, teasing me. “Peeping on Mum and Dad?”

“Worrying that your mother had killed him,” I growled.

Tanya’s smile widened as “uh, uh, uh, uh,” sounded through the door.

“Doesn’t sound like someone being killed,” Tanya stated, eyes twinkling. “Sounds like someone being …”

“Shall we?” I asked, taking their elbows and marching them out to my car.

Getting to my vehicle, as promised, I opened the passenger door for Tanya and held it as she sat, ensuring to keep my eyes averted. Then, I opened the rear door and did the same for Isla.

Getting in myself, I asked, “Where to, ladies?”

Tanya turned to exchange a glance with her sister, then when Isla nodded, they said, “Coffee Society.”

“Do you know the way? Or do I need to look it up?”

“We can direct you.”

Rockhampton isn’t a big city, so only a short time later, I found a car park near the café and pulled into it. Playing the attentive boyfriend, I walked around to the passenger side and opened both doors. Then ensuring I kept my eyes on the girl’s faces, I helped them from the car and onto their feet.

Next, I slid my arm under theirs so they had to interlink their arms with mine to interlink with my fingers and escorted my two pretty friends into the café. Stopping at the sign that read, ‘Please wait to be seated.’ I asked, “Is this place any good?”

“No, Daddy Liam,” Tanya deadpanned. “It’s rubbish. That’s why we brought you here!”

Defensively, I responded, “You remember that Ness and I lived here before we met your parents, right? Unfortunately, my café experiences in Rockhampton were not positive ones.”

“We’ve brought you here because this café is the ‘in’ one for our school, so lots of people from there will probably be here.”

“You want your school friends to see you out with me?” I asked.

“Of course!” Isla exclaimed. “They’ll be so jealous!”

“Because you’re out with an old man?” I queried doubtfully.

Tanya and her sister shared exasperated sighs. “You know, Daddy Liam?” Tanya said. “Aunty Nessa is right. You are a big, naïve, blind lummox!”

“Why now?” I questioned.

“FFS, Daddy Liam!” Isla hissed. “You’re hot! See that group of slatterns at the big table over there?” She added, pointing with her chin. Then when I nodded added, “All year twelves, so eighteen at least. See the way they’re looking at you? I’d bet there isn’t a dry knicker amongst them!”

Choosing to ignore that, I followed the waitress who had asked the glaringly obvious question, “Table for three?” still holding the girls’ hands. Holding Tanya’s and then Isla’s chairs for them, I took my seat between them.

“What would you like?” I politely asked.

“The coconut-chia pudding breakfast bowl,” They both predictably answered. Chia being the ‘superfood’ of choice at the moment.

“Coffee?” I asked.

“Long black with lactose-free skim milk on the side,” they both chose.

Trying not to roll my eyes, I waited until the waitress returned, gave her the girls’ order, and added mine, the ‘big breakfast’ with scrambled eggs on sourdough toast, bacon, chipolata sausages, mushrooms and hash browns. I asked for sides of bacon, sausages and hash browns as well. To drink, I asked for a ‘bucket’ of flat white coffee with three sugars.

“You can’t eat that many calories or that much protein at once, Daddy Liam!” Isla exclaimed. “It’s not good for you!”

“Do I look unhealthy to you, Miss Isla?” I queried.

“Well, no,” she replied. “But we want you to stay healthy!”

“I need the fats and protein, honey,” I explained, then stumbled to a stop as Isla blushed and smiled delightedly at my use of ‘honey’. Clearing my throat, I added, “With the amount of exercise I get, I need them to rebuild muscle. I try to avoid refined sugars, but coffee is just nasty without sugar, and I’d rather risk diabetes with sugar than cancer with artificial sweeteners. There’s no history of diabetes in my family, but cancer is rife.”

One of the patrons at the year twelve table detached herself from the group and came to stand beside Tanya. The girl/woman was quite pretty, but the sneer on her face detracted from her beauty considerably, “Who’s this, Tanya?” She sneered. “Dating grandfathers now, are you?”

Feigning nonchalance, Tanya tipped her head up to gaze at her schoolmate, “This gorgeous man is my father’s friend, Liam, Kelly. Jealous much?”

“Of you?” Kelly tried to sneer. “I’d be jealous of a mongrel bitch in heat mating before I’d be jealous of you!”

But jealous she obviously was.

“Talking of ‘bitches in heat’,” Tanya shot back. “The entire First Thirteen (The school’s premier Rugby League team) says you’re a dud root, Kelly. Could that be so?”

“You know what, Monie?” Kelly snarled. “Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”

“At least I’d enjoy that!” Tanya retorted. “Unlike the First Thirteen did with you!”

“Fuck you, Monie!” Kelly snapped as she stalked back to her table.

“Not on your best day would I ‘fuck you’,” Tanya muttered as Kelly stalked away.

“What was that all about?” I asked as Kelly walked away.

Tanya exchanged looks with her sister before answering, “Daddy Liam, that’s the ‘hot chick’ group at school, and Kelly is their Queen Bitch. Kelly invited me to join the group, but when I said that I wasn’t interested, she turned full-metal bitch. However, I’m also considered a ‘nerd’ because I average an A, so the nerds encouraged me to sit with them. Then the ‘holy rollers’ also tried to claim me because Mum is high up in the church.”

Tanya sighed, “But Isla and I,” she gestured towards her sister. “Don’t want to be part of a group, so mostly, we hang together during the breaks.”

“That must be lonely,” I empathised.

The girls exchanged looks again before Isla answered, “I guess so, but we’ve never really thought about it because we’ve always had each other.”

“Yeah,” Tanya continued. “We’ve really only ever had one big argument.”

Curious, I asked, “What was it about?”

“We both want the same guy,” Tanya stated. “And neither of us will back down.”

“That must be difficult to deal with. I guess you’ll either have to decide that you’ll share him, or that neither of you can have him.”

“It gets worse, though,” Isla morosely said.

“How so?” I queried.

“The guy’s married to the most beautiful and sweetest woman we know,” Tanya explained.

“Well, if he’s married, then it’s better if neither of you has him,” I pointed out.

“Not even if we can work something out with his wife?” Tanya asked.

‘Fuck!’ I thought. ‘Surely, they’re not talking about me? Nah. Despite what Ness says, they only had typical schoolgirl crushes on me that they’re sure to be over now!’

“Yeah, even then,” I said firmly, just in case.

I directed our conversation to more mundane, everyday subjects for the rest of our meal. School, how their extended family was. The girls swiftly confirmed my high opinion of them. Both were straight-A students, involved in the music and drama groups, and Isla was ‘first reserve’ for her school’s First Seven Netball Team. Tanya said she enjoyed exercise and took regular yoga and Pilates classes but disliked competing.

“Ness is the same,” I pointed out. “She doesn’t have a competitive bone in her body, but she hates to diet, so she runs and does Pilates and yoga.”

“Ahh,” Tanya acknowledged. “That’s why her legs look so much better than mine. I’ll have to start jogging, too.”

I almost made a slightly sexual reference to how good her legs looked but managed to shut my fool mouth in time and changed it, too, “You’re both stunning young women. You’re both going to make some guy very happy one day.”

“The same guy?” Isla teased.

“Huh?” I asked, confused.

“The way you said that made it sound like we’d both make the same guy happy, Daddy Liam,” Isla explained. “But don’t you worry because we intend to!”

I didn’t want to know, so I asked if they wanted another coffee and then got the waitress’ attention when they both said “Yes”.

The waitress brought our coffees, only a large for me this time, and placed them on our table just as Kelly returned for round two, not having learned from the first time.

“It’s always nice to see dutiful daughters taking their grandpops out for lunch,” she sneered.

“I’m sure you’d like to do the same, Kells Bells,” Tanya taunted. “But do you even know who your grandfather is? Or is he like your dad, unknown?”

“My father still lives with my mother, you idiot,” Kelly hissed.

“Are you sure, though?” Tanya asked. “Your mum doesn’t seem so sure that he is.”

‘Nice,’ I thought, cut the mother and daughter with the one slice!

“You’re full of it, Tanya’s Moaning,” Kelly retorted. “I know my dad is my dad.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” Tanya answered, appearing to sound doubtful.

“Of course, I’m sure,” Kelly declared, but now she sounded unsure.

“Simple thing to clear up, I guess, Miss Kelly Belly Jelly Belly,” Tanya pointed out. “Just ask your dad and mum, and then you’ll know. Well, unless they lie to you … again.”

“Fuck you, Monie!” Kelly shouted as she stalked away. If Kelly had a tail, it would have been swishing.

I watched her stalk off, smiling because I knew Tanya had scored. Miss Kelly Bell would ask at least one of her parents that night if her dad was her dad.

“That wasn’t very nice, Miss Tanya,” I chided, then grinned and added. “Funny! But not nice.”

“She deserves it, Daddy Liam,” the girls assured me. Then Tanya added, “She’s always bullying the other girls, especially the overweight ones. Like she can talk about weight, given that after she’s squeezed her tubby ass into those too-tight jeans, she doesn’t have a muffin top rolling out the top, she has the whole damned muffin.”

“Meeeeeooooowwww!” I teased, also mimicking a cat’s scratch.

“I’ll bet you any money you like that five years out of school, Kells Bell’s ass will barely fit through a damned door,” Tanya said heatedly. “Someone needs to take that bitch down a peg or two!”

“I think you just did, Sis,” Isla tittered.

Coffees finished, I asked what the girls wanted to do next. It seemed they didn’t want their ‘date’ to end and suggested we drive to The Botanic Gardens and take a walk. Realising that if we went home, I’d either be stuck watching The Princess Bride movie with them or lying on the bed fantasising about what Ness and Larry were doing, I agreed to take a walk.

‘After all,’ I thought. ‘It’s pleasant to hold the hands of two very pretty girls as you walk and see the jealous looks from the nearby men.’

It was one of the things I adored about escorting my wife out or going on shopping trips with her. Ness was astoundingly beautiful, and men and women alike openly ogled her. Vanessa dressed to attract attention, too. She didn’t dress slutty, but she wore tops or dresses that clung to and/or revealed tantalising glimpses of her breast globes. Plus, her skirts and dresses either hugged her ass and upper thighs or dropped in loose panels that shifted as she walked, allowing the viewers watching to see snippets of toned calves and upper thighs, or they clung to her shapely ass but had a back slit that (almost) revealed her taut bottom, or had an overlapping front parting where it seemed if the split would only part a little more you’d catch a sneaky look at her snatch.

Ness’ breasts were so firm that she rarely bothered with a bra, but if she caught you watching, she knew just how to walk to set them bouncing gorgeously for your viewing pleasure. Twice, I’ve witnessed men walk into light poles as they gawped at my wife. On another occasion, a guy missed that the bus in front of him had stopped, and he drove into the back of it because he was so busy drooling over Vanessa. Unlike most men, I liked my wife being the centre of attention. I wanted her to be the one men cursed with wives uninterested in sex, closed their eyes and imagined when they slid into their disinterested wife.

Men I didn’t know would say something like, “Jeez, your wife’s hot, mate! I wouldn’t mind a chop at her myself!” And I’d reply, “And you’d fucking love it, too. ‘Cos Ness goes off in the sack!” Then, the brave ones would ask if they could have a ‘chop at her’. Only for me to say, “You’re welcome to ask, but I wouldn’t have your hopes up.” Then laugh at their shocked faces.

I knew, with few exceptions, what kind of man my wife might ask for a ‘day pass’ for. Usually, they were men similar to me. Tall, athletic, intelligent, and supremely self-confident but not arrogant. She did have a weakness for young, legally aged male virgins, though. So six of her passes have been to initiate young men into the joys and intricacies of sex. Whereas at the time I’m writing about, I don’t think I’d made love to a virgin. Maybe when I was a teenager, one or two girls I was with were, but they didn’t say anything to me if they were.

After our walk, I drove us back home and held the doors for my young, beautiful friends. Once we stood on the front step, first Tanya and then Isla put their arms out and demanded their ‘end of date’ kiss. Ensuring I placed my hands on their hips to prevent them from plastering their bodies against mine, I chastely kissed their cheeks and thanked them for a good day. Of course, they both tried to turn their heads for a lip kiss, but I was having none of that!

Going inside, there was no sign of Jim or Ellen, but their bedroom door remained closed, so I hoped that boded well. Either that or, as I feared, Ellen had killed him! Then, as I surmised, the girls insisted I watch the rest of the movie. So, settling onto the couch, I soon had Isla in my lap, Tanya’s head on my shoulder, and her holding my hand. Isla kept trying to move onto my groin, but I managed to keep on my hip until the movie ended.

“Well, that was rubbish,” I commented, more to wind the girls up than anything else.

Of course, they were still protesting when the door opened, and Jim rather sheepishly walked in holding the smiling, glowing, red-faced Ellen under his arm.

“Have you been sitting there all day?” He rhetorically asked after Ellen lovingly touched his face, kissed his lips, and said she was going to the kitchen to start dinner.

“If you’d like, Ellen, I’ll take you all out to dinner. Save you having to cook.”

Ellen stared at me coldly before replying, “I’m perfectly capable of cooking for eight, Mister Liam. I don’t need your help or charity.”

‘Okay,’ I thought. ‘It seems her attitude towards Jim has changed, but I’m still in the dog house!’

“Up to you,” I replied evenly.

Ellen turned to the girls, “Time for you two to stop lollygagging over Mr Shephard and do your chores. Idle hands are the devil’s playground. Now, off you go.”

Then to my and the girl’s shock, she lovingly kissed her husband again before leaving for the kitchen.

“Feel like a beer?” Jim asked, looking at me smugly.

“Sure,” I responded as my two boys, and Jason came crashing into the room.

“Dad, Dad!” Jason yelled excitedly. “Larry’s spending all day and night with Aunty Vanessa! Did you know that? Aaron said that she would make Larry a man today. So that means they’re having sex, right?” Spotting me, Jason blushed bright red and mumbled, “Sorry, Mr Shephard.” Then he realised just how badly he might have screwed up and added, “Oh no! Mr Shephard, I’m sorry for blurting that out. I’m sure they’re not doing anything inappropriate. Larry wouldn’t do that!”

“Sorry, Dad,” Aaron apologised. “But Jason kept asking where Mum and Larry were, and I ran out of excuses and blurted out that they were together.”

“I don’t suppose you want to take this one?” Jim asked.

Chuckling, I answered, “No, brother. I’m all ears waiting for your explanation.

“I assume your boys know about your dalliances from what Aaron said?”

“We haven’t explained the details, Jim,” I replied. “But we don’t hide it from them, either. I believe knowing that their parents enjoy their sexuality helps the kids to develop healthy relationships with their female friends. Take you and Ellen as an example. Do you allow your girls to spend time alone in their bedrooms with anyone else’s male children?”

“Not on your life!” Jim growled.

“Yet your girls invite my two into their rooms all the time, and they close the doors.”

“Yeah, but I know your boys are gentlemen and wouldn’t do anything inappropriate. Well, what Ellen and I would consider inappropriate. But more specifically, I guess I know that your boys would never do anything Tanya or Isla didn’t want them to.”

‘Interesting,’ I thought. ‘He seems to think my boys will pair with his girls, too.’

“So you do know that Larry’s spending the day and night with Aunty Nessa!” Jason accused.

Jim sighed, then muttered, “Why do I let you get me in these situations?” Then clearing his voice, he said, “Yes, Jason. Your brother is spending today and tonight with Vanessa. Your mother, Liam, and I all agreed they could. As to what they’re doing, it’s none of our business! They could be playing hopscotch, for all I know.”

“Oh, come on, Dad,” Jason sneered.

But before he could finish his thought, Ellen marched in, grabbed his ear between her thumb and fist, and hauled him out of the room. “Jason Gregory Monie, you will not take that tone of voice with your father. At thirteen, you’re not too old for me to put over my knee and spank! I see your chores still haven’t been done, so get to them before I find more for you to do. And, young man, let me reemphasise what your father said. What your brother and Vanessa are doing is none of anyone’s business.”

Hearing the commotion, Tanya and Isla warily poked their heads into the room. Spotting Gary and Aaron standing there, they held out their hands. “Come watch The Princess Dairies in the sunroom with us,” Tanya invited.

I’d doubt either of my boys wanted to see that movie, but the Monie girls are very pretty, and holding hands with them is very pleasant, as I can well attest, so Gary and Aaron meekly followed the girls.

A chastised Jason ate dinner with the rest of us, but, as is typically the case between close friends, the conversations flowed, jokes were told, and everyone teased everyone else. The biggest surprise was how affectionate Ellen was towards her husband. I wanted to tease her about how gingerly she sat down but decided to leave well enough alone.

After dinner, my boys offered to clean up. The Monie girls quickly offered to help and shooed the rest of us out of the kitchen. Ellen kissed her husband lovingly and whispered in his ear. My hearing is pretty good, but I’m sure she whispered loud enough for me to hear purposefully.

“I’m going to shower and go to bed. So don’t be too late, lover. I can feel another wilful episode coming on, and I need disciplining to prevent any backsliding.”

Blushing at my knowing grin, Jim still groped his wife’s tits and ass before kissing her and promising he wouldn’t be long.

Looking at me triumphantly, Ellen proudly strutted from the room.

Watching her go, Jim muttered, “I should have lit her ass up years ago!”

“There’s more you need to do than just welting her ass when she gets pissy, though. You know that, right?”

“Like?” Jim asked.

“This is another cards on the table moment. You okay with that?”

“Hit me with it.”

“Stop only making sweet, soft and gentle love to her. That’s fine most of the time, but at least every couple of weeks, you’re going to need to bend her over and fuck her. Don’t try to coax her orgasm. Instead, jam it in her, smack her ass, squeeze her tits, and demand she cums for you. Then when she has, tell her to suck you off and either force her to swallow or unload on her face.”

“Humiliate her, you mean?”

“Well, yes. But she won’t feel humiliated. Brother, trust me on this one. Instead, she’ll feel owned and protected. She’ll feel safe in your arms. Something I bet she’s never felt before.”

“I’ve never hurt her!” Jim exclaimed. “Well, not until today. Of course, she feels safe with me!”

“Not from you, from the world,” I explained. “Look, if you do what I’m saying, she’ll give up most of her Queen Bitch persona because she will know you’re her protector and no one and nothing can hurt her without going through you first, and she won’t need it.”

Jim sighed, “This is so foreign from what I am and how we usually interact, Liam. But, I guess spanking her ass worked, so maybe doing this will, too.”

“She’s waiting for you to do that now, brother,” I quietly pointed out. “Oh, she might protest, but don’t listen to her.”

Jim gave me a weak grin before taking a breath.

But before he could speak, I grinned and said, “I’ll make sure you’re buried whole, including retrieving …”

“Don’t say it!” Jim growled. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I took them back today.”

Jim left for his bedroom, leaving me alone. So I wandered around looking for something to do, trying not to let my thoughts of what Vanessa and Larry were doing slip too far into fantasy lest I got so horny that I had to go masturbate to relieve it.

Still restless, I wandered to the games room at the opposite end of the house from the sunroom and racked up the pool balls. Rusty, because I hadn’t been practising on ours, it took me a lot more shots than usual to sink them all. However, I persevered, and my form was pretty good when I was ready to sleep. I only spent about half an hour tossing and turning, the delicious visions of Larry ploughing my wife hard playing in my mind before I fell, mercifully dreamless, asleep.

I was sitting at the breakfast bar the next morning when Ness and Larry confirmed my teased statement to Jim the previous day. Larry looked like he needed a sling for his dick, and Ness looked radiant, pleased, and satiated with that glowing ‘just been well-fucked’ slight smile she has when she has been.

Kissing Larry fondly, she whispered, “Thank you for a fantastic night, baby!” Before she sat proudly beside me.

Putting my arm around her and exchanging a soft kiss, I said, “It went well then?”

Ness giggled, then turned her head and covered her mouth before saying, “Some lucky girl is going to be very glad to call him her boyfriend. He learns quickly, but more importantly, he reads a woman’s body cues and adjusts his lovemaking to suit what she needs to get off. He only ‘accidentally popped off’ once. After that, I came before him every time.”

Happy, I teased, “Would you like another pass for today?”

Trying dismally to look serious, Ness said, “Well, if you’re offering …? But, no. Larry was fun, but once is enough.”

Then noticing how attentive to Jim Ellen was, Ness asked, “What’s happening there? Yesterday, I was sure they were close to divorce. Today? They look like newlyweds.”

“Jim ‘happened’ with a hairbrush to Ellen’s ass, is what happened,” I whispered. “And by the sounds coming from their bedroom last night, it ‘happened’ again for most of the night. So watch for how gingerly she sits down.”

Trying to hide her giggles, Ness watched as Ellen sat down as slowly as possible but still winced when her ass hit the seat.

“Jim took a hairbrush to Ellen’s ass? I wonder who put him up to that?” She asked archly, looking accusingly at me.

Defending myself, I protested, “Actually, it was Tanya’s idea. Only she suggested I do it, not her father.”

“Because her mother has the hots for you but can’t admit it, so she insults and ridicules you to hide her desire,” Ness stated.

“Let me guess,” I sighed. “I’m the only one that didn’t know because …?”

“You’re a big, naïve, blind lummox,” Vanessa confirmed, patting my cheek fondly.

“You know that after breakfast, I’m fucking you until it’s time for dinner, right?”

Smiling, Ness answered, “I should hope so, lover. I’m so hot for you that you can alternate around the world until your dick’s so sore you can’t go again.”

Grinning, I encouraged my wife to hurry up and eat because ‘around the world’ meant ‘mouth, pussy, ass, wash, then repeat.

Unfortunately, I only made it to lunch before the tenderness of my cock’s head prevented me from going again.

The following day, we were up early to pack and head for home, a six to seven-hour drive ahead of us. Which meant another excruciating, never-ending series of The Spice Girls’ debut album and Miley’s Dad’s cassingle of ‘Achy Breaky Heart’.

Saying goodbye, Tanya insisted on a kiss and a hug, then whispering into my ear, she said, “May the fourth, twenty months from now. You and I like Larry and Nessa.”

Reeling, I turned, only to find Isla insisting on a kiss and hug, too. She whispered, “Fifteen months after that, I’m next.”

Completely flummoxed, I looked at my wife, only to see her laughing at me, “Big, naïve, …”

“Oh, stow it!” I growled, getting into the car.

Because we had the kids with us, Ness couldn’t tease me as she typically did when she felt frisky. But fortunately, by the time we got home, the head of my dick had repaired enough for me to take her ‘around the world’ twice before exhausted, we fell asleep, our bed a sweaty, cum and pussy juice soaked disgrace.

When I woke the next morning, the sheets stuck to me as I tried to roll over, so peeling them from my back, I nudged Ness onto her back and slid between her toned thighs. Then, pushing into her, I kissed her sexily full, cupid bow lips and said, “Morning, lover. You feeling okay?”

Stretching, even as she wrapped her svelte legs around me and undulated her hips to match my thrusts, Ness smiled before answering, “I feel way better now you’re inside me, my love.”

“Slut,” I grinned.

“Man whore,” She retorted as her back arched off the bed, her hips rising to meet mine.

“Cock hound.”

“Pussy Licker,” Ness moaned as her hands crept onto my ass.

“Knob Gobbler.”

“Panty sniffer,” my wife groaned, her hands pulling my ass towards her as she ground against my pubic bone.

“Virgin slayer.”

“Hymen destroyer,” Ness panted as her eyes closed, and her undulations insisted I thrust faster.

“Cradle snatcher.”

“Granny lover,” my wife gasped as her arousal peaked.

“Cock swallower.”

“Pussy juice drinker,” Vanessa managed to mutter between hip thrusts.

“Cum guzzler.”

“Stop teasing and fuck me!” Ness demanded, her desire ramped up by my name calling.

So I slid my hands under her armpits, gripped her shoulders, and forcefully pulled her down as I slammed my hips forward.

“Again!” Ness groaned, digging her nails into my ass.

Pulling all but the tip of my dick out of her, I hesitated, waiting for my wife to react.

“Do it, asshole!” She growled.

Grinning, I leaned forward and took her earlobe between my teeth. Next, I moved my right hand to her gloriously toned ass and lifted her off the mattress. Then dragging her down as hard as I could, I viciously ripped into her, my pelvis smacking loudly against her clit. Now that she was on the precipice of her orgasm, I bit her lobe as I squeezed her clitoris against my pubic bone and rotated my hips. The combined stimulations crashed Ness off the cliff, and with a barely stifled groan, she shuddered and juddered as a tremendous climax blasted through her.

Ness slowly shuddered to a stop, then sighed, “Fill me with your man juice, Liam. I’ll cum with you as your big cock squirts onto my cervix and your warm semen flows into me.”

Who was I to deny the poor girl? So I released my tightly held control and revelled in the feeling of my throbbingly erect cock sliding inside my wife’s wet, slippery and tight cunt. As I stroked, Ness gripped my glans rhythmically with the walls of her pussy. This deliciousness quickly shattered any restraint I had left, and with a muffled growl, I unloaded into her. As the first jets of my cum explosion hit Ness’ cervix, her eyes rolled back, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle her groans as she came with me.

Sated, we hugged and kissed until my softening dick dropped out of her pussy.

“It’s more fun being alone with you so I can scream my orgasms rather than having to stifle them so we don’t bother the kids,” Ness bitched.

“I do love you screaming in my ear as you cum, babe. But it’s not like we don’t make plenty of noise anyway!”

“Yeah,” Vanessa admitted. “We obviously were this morning. Did you hear the TV suddenly go way up?”

Grinning, I replied, “Yeah. Right about the time you growled, ‘Do it!'”

“Asshole,” Ness grinned at me.

“Bitch,” I teased back. “But let’s stop there before you need me to push you on your back again.”

Laughing, Ness helped to strip the sheets and quilt covers off our bed. Still naked but holding the bedding in front of her, Ness dumped them into the washer, started it, and then joined me in the shower.

“Tsssss,” I hissed as Ness’ hand surrounded my cock’s head.

“Rubbed it raw, huh?” Vanessa said, pretending sympathy.

“Well, if I weren’t married to an insatiable wench, I wouldn’t have to use it so often,” I joked.

“You’re not complaining, Liam. So why pretend?” Ness pointed out as she turned to snuggle her bottom against me and guided my fingers onto her button. “Besides, if you used your skilful hands and tongue first more often, you wouldn’t rub it raw so swiftly. Not that I’m complaining, mind!”

Cupping my wife’s breast as I gently rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I swiftly brought her to another climax before we finished our showers and made our way to the kitchen.

As we walked in, our boys were chatting as they broke their fast together, so I asked, “Still school holidays? Or are you taking a ‘mental health day’?”

“Last week of hols, Dad,” Gary answered. “Can we borrow one of the cars to go down the coast?”

“Sure,” I replied, tossing him some keys. “Take your Mum’s because I can drop her off at work and pick her up afterwards. Do you need any cash?”

“I’m all good,” Gary answered, but Aaron asked if he could have an advance on his allowance.

Handing them a pineapple (fifty-buck note) each, I asked, “You home for dinner?”

They looked at each other before Aaron said, “Nah. We’ll grab some Maccas on the way home, save you having to cook.”

Our typical holiday routine re-established, we began going about our daily lives.

Time passed, as it’s wont to do, and nothing noteworthy happened for quite a number of months. Neither Vanessa nor I met anyone we wanted to ‘dally with’, so no new ‘day passes’ were issued. However, our sex life remained passionate and lust filled when desire hit us, as well as loving and caring when we felt our enduring love for each other welling.

Chapter 2.

I hadn’t thought any more about the Monie girls’ requests that I ‘make women of them’ until May the fourth rolled around. Uncertain about Ness’ shift, I’d checked the calendar only to see the date circled and an arrow drawn to where Ness had written, “One year to go. May the fourth be with you when that night happens!”

Suddenly thrust into thinking about how that night would go, I almost missed the knock on the door. When I opened it, the postman handed me an envelope. “Sign here,” he said, putting a pen and pad into my hands.

Signing for the letter, I stepped back and closed the door, saying “Thanks” absently as I swung the door shut. Then, opening the letter, I extracted the letter and glossy photo. Fearing but subconsciously anticipating what I might see, I turned the picture over to see Tanya’s beaming smile looking at me. Standing shoulders back, right knee forward, hands on hips, and dressed in nothing but a ‘Ness-sized’ almost translucent white bikini, Tanya looked like a modelling agent’s dream.

I opened the note and read, “One year from today, Daddy Liam. I will not even be wearing this.” She’d signed, “Love, Tanya,” after that with ‘Love’ circled by a heart pierced by Cupid’s arrow.

“Who was that, babe?” Ness asked.

Wordlessly, I handed my wife the picture and letter.

“OMG!” Vanessa moaned lustfully, her sudden arousal evident in my nostrils. “She’s stunning! I wish I could watch when you make love with her for the first time!”

Before I could answer, Ness grabbed my hand, dragged me to our bedroom and jumped me.

A raunchily productive hour later, Ness regretfully rolled out of bed, saying she needed to shower and go to work. But then she turned back, grabbed my flaccid cock, kissed the tip of it, and added, “This had better be ready for some more action tonight, or I’m wearing your tongue out before dawn!”

Chapter 3.

A month passed with nothing but the anticipation to keep my interest, but June the fourth revealed another circled date with an arrow pointing to ‘Eleven months until Nirvana’. I didn’t think Vanessa meant the grunge group.

Around midday, the postie knocked and handed me another registered letter to sign for. My hands shaking, I extracted the glossy 10 cm (4 in.) x 15 cm (6 in.) photo and turned it over. This time instead of her bikini top, Tanya wore a diaphanous robe over her shoulders. The image had been carefully edited to ensure nothing illegal showed—a good idea because of the implications if she hadn’t.

This time the scented note said, “Still too many clothes, Love Tanya,” with another Cupid’s arrow pierced heart around the ‘Love’.

I slid the note and photo back into the envelope, turned it over and wrote ‘Ness’ before placing it on the bench where my wife would be sure to notice. Vanessa was on an afternoon shift and wouldn’t be home until close to midnight. I expected her to wake me soon after she came home.

I was right. Ness didn’t even wait to shower before she turned the lights on, stripped, ripped the bedding down, exposing my rapidly hardening cock, and engulfed it, her hand already delving between her legs to find and stroke her love button.

As soon as I was stiff, Vanessa straddled my hips, took my thick 7+ inch cock in her hand, and lowered herself onto it. Next, she took my hands and guided them onto her puffy nipples, “Tweak them hard, Liam,” she demanded. “I need to cum, now!”

“Like the picture, did you?” I grinningly asked.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Ness growled.

Vanessa had a morning shift the following day but didn’t make it. Unfortunately, by morning, I would have needed a splint for my cock to go again. But fortunately, my mouth, tongue and fingers still functioned perfectly, so Vanessa wasn’t too disappointed as we made love into the new day.

Another fortnight passed uneventfully, but as Friday closed, Ness brought a tall stranger home to meet me.

“This is Doctor Phillip Alberts,” Vanessa said, introducing the tall, black man she’d brought home.

“Liam,” I said, offering my hand to shake.

“Pleased to meet you,” Phillip replied, a heavy South African accent evident, but his shake firm and strong.

Trying to hide a smile, I waited for Vanessa to ask.

“Umm, baby,” She began.

“Of course you may, my love,” I replied.

Vanessa beamed at me, her smile lighting the room, “See, Phil?” She said, holding his upper arm. “I told you Liam would let us play if we asked him correctly.”

Phil raised a questioning eyebrow as he looked at me. I responded by shrugging and smiling, then saying, “Have fun, you two.”

Vanessa hugged the doctor before pecking him on the lips, “Go wait for me in the car, honey. I need to grab an overnight bag and say goodbye to my husband and kids.”

Ness waited until the doctor had opened the door and stepped outside before she jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist. Then showering my face with kisses, she said, “Only for tonight, baby. I have to get him home before his daughter gets up in the morning.

“Wife?” I asked.

“Killed back in South Africa. It’s been more than ten years now.”

“That’s sad,” I said. “But I bet you can make him forget everything, including his name, until you take him back to his daughter.”

Ness giggled saucily before saying, “You’ll be screaming my name all day tomorrow, lover! I know this is only my first pass this year, but thinking about you with Tanya has me so het up that even you can’t keep up with me! I’ll make it up to you, though, I promise!”

“No need, lover girl,” I stated. “I’ve been expecting you to ask for a pass since the first photo. Now, hurry up and get your stuff before your lover boy chickens out.”

Vanessa kissed me again before darting upstairs to put an overnight bag together. Coming back down, she told our boys she’d see them in the morning, then came across to kiss me before she left.

“I’ll make this up to you all the rest of the weekend, Liam. I promise.”

“It’s all good, baby,” I replied. “Now get your slutty arse out the door!”

Her eyes twinkling, Ness opened the door before blowing me a final kiss and saying, “You know how hot you calling me dirty names makes me, right?”

“I do,” I muttered to the closing door. “Why do you think I do it?”

Chapter 4.

July the fourth saw another circled day and arrow. “Nine months and a nubile teenager will have her willing legs around your waist,” Vanessa had written.

I grinned at my sniggering wife and said, “You’re enjoying this way too much, honey. I might have to bend you over my knee and spank your naughty ass!”

“Oh, would you, please?” My wife replied, her voice dripping with desire. “The kids are in school, and it’s been way too long since you’ve disciplined me.”

“You don’t want to wait for the photo?” I asked.

“I forgot about that,” Ness said. “When does the mailman normally get here?”

“Around midday,” I replied.

“What’s it now?” She asked. “Close to ten?”

I nodded.

“Can you do something to tide me over until then?”

“Sure,” I confirmed. “Run and get your biggest vibrator, a butt plug, lube, the rope bag, and a spreader bar from our closet.”

Vanessa ran back with the things only moments later.

Thinking about what I wanted, I added, “Get that thin, see-through white business shirt of mine from our robe.”

“What is going through that evil mind of yours, Liam?” Ness grinned as she ran to obey.

“Do what you’re told, woman,” I growled. “Or the disciplining will start now!”

Screeching to a stop, Ness turned back to me and said, “That’s not a very effective deterrent, given how much I like it, baby!” She grinned, daring me to spank her.

“Of course, the discipline for wilful disobedience is to be fully clothed, sitting on a chair facing the corner, blindfolded, wearing noise-cancelling earphones and forbidden to see Tanya’s latest photo. You know that, right?” I replied evenly.

“You wouldn’t!” Vanessa pleaded.

Instead of answering, I raised an eyebrow, crossed my arms, and waited.

“You would!” She accused, now sprinting from the room.

“Naked by the time you return!” I yelled after her.

Vanessa returned only a few seconds later and hung the shirt on the back of a kitchen chair.

I took the longest rope from the bag and wound it around Ness’ body, alternating going over and under her tits, ensuring they were squeezed tightly. This step wouldn’t be needed on a woman whose tits were less firm than Vanessa’s. However, Ness’ breasts are so firm that the rope would immediately slip off if I skipped this step.

After tying the ends off, I took two more lengths of rope from the bag and fashioned one end of each of them into ‘hangman nooses’ before looping them over her head, leaving the noose loose. Next, I worked these ropes under the one running tightly around her back and chest and wound them around Ness’ breasts. Pulling each loop tight forced Ness’s breast flesh to be squeezed against her nipple, well, the front of her tits, if you prefer.

Now that I had her tits turning deliciously purple, I paused her bondage to ‘play’ with her. Taking two pegs from the laundry, I attached them to Vanessa’s nipples. As the pegs squeezed shut on her breast nubs, Vanessa groaned deeply, and her arousal flared, filling my nostrils with her scent.

I waited for Ness to lift her eyes from fixedly staring at her peg festooned tits, then smiled at her before taking one of the pegs in my fingers and thumb and tugging on it. When Ness moaned and her hips shuddered, I released it, then repeated the action on her other nub. Then, flicking the pegs, I slid my hand between my wife’s thighs and cupped her mound before slipping two fingers into her soaking cunt.

“Make me cum, baby, please,” Vanessa begged.

But I had no intention of doing so! Instead, with practised ease, I worked her to close to her peak but stopped just before she popped. Next, I effortlessly picked her up, sat her on the kitchen table, and handed her my shirt to put on.

“Why do you want me to put this on?” Ness whined, thinking I wasn’t going to play after all.

“Do it!” I barked, making her jump.

As soon as she donned my shirt and did up the buttons, I tied her hands together and undid the buttons until the first buttoned one was just under her tightly bound tits. Ness’ squeezed, purple tits and protruding nipples were clearly visible through her barely opaque shirt and left little to the imagination.

Moving onto the next stage of my ‘play’, I lay my wife back onto the table, lifted her feet onto it, spread her knees, and attached the spreader bar. The spreader bar held Ness’ legs splayed lewdly open, her sex displayed for anyone in the kitchen to see. I tied Vanessa’s ankles together to ensure her legs remained spread as far as possible.

Now that I had her positioned as I wanted, I took a final piece of rope and tied her hands to the spreader bar, leaving just enough length for Ness to reach her pussy. Finally, I placed her thick, close to my cock sized vibrator in her tied hands and turned it on before using a tea towel to cover her eyes.

“Cum for me, slut,” I demanded, flicking a peg as my wife slid the vibrator into her cunt.

When I flicked the peg, Ness grunted, “Umph,” and her pussy thrust up at the vibrator. I grabbed a peg and twisted it. “Arrrghhh!” She groaned, her body shuddering with barely unrequited lust.

“I said, ‘cum for me, slut’,” I snarled as I slapped her clit.

“Ohhhhhh, Gaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwdd!” Ness wailed as she began orgasming, juices flooding from her fluttering-open cunt.

“Look at you, you filthy cock gobbling, cum guzzling, dirty ho bag,” I snarled into her ear. “What kind of dirty slut orgasms with their tits tied up, someone watching, and stuffing a fake cock into their own cunt?”

“Oh, Gawd! Oh, Gawd! Oh, Gawd! OH MY FUCKING, GAAAAWWWWWWWWWDDDDDDDD!” Vanessa howled as orgasms continually blasted over her.

Just then, we heard a knock on the door.

Grinning, I yelled, “Just a minute!” and swiftly unhooked the spreader bar and untied Vanessa’s ankles. Then helping my wife to her feet, I ordered, “Answer the door, slut.”

“No!” She whispered.

“Yes!” I insisted, glaring at her and pointing.

“Oh, shit!” Vanessa muttered, reluctantly opening the door, her tied tits blatantly displayed.

I stood in the hall so I could observe the postie’s reaction. When Ness first opened the door, his eyes naturally fell to her deliciously displayed breasts, then down to her barely covered pussy. But, to his credit, he snapped his eyes to her face and held them until Ness handed him his pen and pad. He managed to keep his eyes off Vanessa’s body until he straddled his bike, then his need to look overcame his professionalism, and he glanced back in time to see Ness, at my whispered command, bending over to pick up the ‘dropped’ letter.

“Fuuuuccck!” He sighed in awe before riding away.

Blushing redder than sunburn, Ness flashed her grin at me, then accusingly said, “You are so bad, Liam Shephard!”

“Me?” I innocently asked. “I didn’t just flash my tits, arse and cunt at the mailman!”

Vanessa tried to deny it, “I only did it because you told me to!”

“If I told you to ‘jump …” I grinned before Ness interrupted me.

“Yes, I probably would, lover,” my wife averred. “I trust you that much!”

“The letter,” I insisted, holding out my hand.

“Can’t I see it first?” Vanessa whined.

Ignoring her, I shut and opened my hand quickly, then held it open again, indicating I wanted her to put the letter in my hand.

“Aww,” she whined but dutifully placed it in my outstretched hand.

Placing the envelope aside for the moment, I picked up the rope I’d used to tie my wife’s wrists to the spreader bar and retied it to her hand’s ties. “Lie face down on the table, feet on the ground, hips on the edge, and your hands on your whore’s cunt,” I demanded.

Obeying, Ness swiftly achieved the required position. So I took the rope connected to her wrist ties and stretched it along her perineum, between her firm butt cheeks and up her spine, then tied it to the rope running around her tits.

“Finger your cunt,” I commanded as, quivering with anticipation, I removed Tanya’s latest photo from the envelope.

Turning it, I saw she had maintained the progression. This time, the gorgeous young woman was naked under the diaphanous gown, but she had carefully obscured all evidence of her breasts and groin.

“One more piece to remove. Can your imagination see?” Her note read. Her usual heart and arrow around her written ‘Love’.

“I’m going to be a useless two-pump-chump the night I’m with her,” I lamented. “That beautiful, young thing will have me so worked up by then that it’s inevitable!”

“Show me?” Vanessa pleaded, trying to look back at me over her shoulder.

“No!” I stated emphatically. Then I picked up the tiny butt plug she’d brought from our room and showed it to her. “This goes in your slutty ass first.”

With want evident in every pore of my wife’s body, she begged, “Oh lawd, yes, Liam! Shove it in my ass, then make sure you hit it as you spank my bottom!”

“Have you got a bottom for me to spank, my cum guzzling whore?” I asked.

Momentarily confused, Ness answered, “Of course I do.”

Smacking her ass with my open hand, I repeated, “Do you?”

Clicking on what I meant, my wife shook her head and said, “No, baby, I don’t.”

“What do you have?” I queried, turning the vibrator on and holding it to her clit.

“I have a whore’s arse.” Vanessa correctly replied, her hips undulating under the vibrating toy.

“And where do you want the plug?”

“In my whore’s arse, please, my love.”

“Good girl,” I told her as I covered the plug with lube before doing the same thing to her ring and gently inserting the plug into her tight ass.

With me, Vanessa doesn’t enjoy anal sex as she says I’m too big. However, she occasionally indulges me as she knows I like taking her in there as a change from regular vaginal sex. Using her fingers to stimulate her clit, she cums when I anally fuck her, but it remains something she does for me and not for her enjoyment. Except, of course, when her lusts run rampant, i.e. she’s just used a ‘day pass’. Then Ness literally demands I ‘take her around the world’, a delicious cycle of mouth, pussy, ass, wash, then repeat, until she cannot get my dick to rise again.

However, when she introduces a virgin to sex, Vanessa always patiently shows her lover how to take a woman anally safely. She says that assuming they’re not too big, she orgasms readily when the fuck her in there.

Pressing my wife firmly onto the table, crushing her tied and swollen tits against its top, I held the vibrator against the plug and spanked her ass before grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her head back. Then, dropping the photo and note under her nose, I queried, “Who are you?” before smacking her ass again.

Clearly not understanding what I’d asked because she was too busy lusting over the photo, Ness answered, “Vanessa Shephard,” then yelped, “Ow!” as my hand descended on her ass again.

“Who are you?” I repeated.

“Your wife,” my wife tried.

“Wrong answer!” I growled as I spanked her again.

“Your dirty little slut!” Ness admitted, looking at Tanya’s photo lustfully.

“And whose ass is this?” I questioned as I tapped on the plug.

“Yours, baby,” Ness confessed.

“To do with whatever I want?”

“Yes, Liam,” Vanessa acquiesced, thinking I wanted to take her anally.

“Correct answer,” I stated as I stuffed two fingers into her cunt and found her G-spot. Then, twirling my fingers over it, I gave my wife several orgasms until, satiated, she pleaded, “Stick your big cock in me, lover, and fill me with cum. I cannot possibly go again!”

Vanessa did, though. After I let her up, I turned her onto her back and sat her up. Then I untied her tits, releasing the ones around her back and breasts as I slid into her and flicked her blood-engorged nipples. The sudden pain of the blood rushing back out of her tits, combined with the pleasure of my cock probing into her wet cunt sent her twitching and shuddering into a final orgasm before I sprayed my semen into her.

I helped Ness up and took her into the shower. After setting the temperature, I stepped in with her, turned her back to me, and gently washed our lovemaking from her gorgeous body. I tried to interest her in going again, but she seemed genuinely satiated for a change. She did drop to her knees and blow me, letting me cum on her face, something I always enjoy, so all was not wasted.

Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked back to the kitchen and picked up Tanya’s latest photo and note. Carrying them with me to our bedroom, I opened the folder that Ness had bought for me and carefully placed them, using double-sided tape, beside the previous two. The edge of the folder’s top cover was already well used, showing signs of regular opening. I grinned because I knew I only occasionally opened the folder to gaze at the pics, which meant that Vanessa had to have been taking it out regularly.

I didn’t need to review Tanya’s photos because each was indelibly burnt into my mind. But looking at the three pics, I wondered if I could take nine more months of pictures like these because if I didn’t die of exhaustion ‘blowing off the steam’ they created in me, my wife would fuck me to death instead.

I was curious about the effect Tanya’s pictures were having on Vanessa. As far as I knew, Ness didn’t have a gay bone in her petite body, nor had she mentioned ever having ‘experimented’ with another girl, not even during her teenage years when young girls often ‘test their sexual mores’ with a close girlfriend. But I figured Ness would talk to me about it when she was ready, so I stopped thinking about it.

Chapter 5.

I woke in the morning of August the fourth, already grinning because I’d dreamed of what Tanya’s photo and note would reveal. Ness had slipped out earlier to head in for her shift, so I had to help myself with my morning wood. After relieving that ache, I emptied my bladder and then went to look at the calendar.

This time Ness’ note was the childish ditty, “Tanya and Liam in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g..” She hadn’t written the rest of the lyric, but I heard her saying it in my mind anyway. Instead, Ness had written, “Well, it’ll be a bed, not a tree. But k.i.s.s.i.n.g., you will be!”

I spent the rest of the morning reviewing my stock market portfolio, ensuring I was happy with where my short and long-term stocks were invested. I put off making any final decisions on what to change until I reviewed them a second time after I’d settled down from receiving Tanya’s note and photo.

Much to my chagrin, this month’s fourth day fell on a Sunday, so I had to wait until Monday to get Tanya’s latest letter. To add to my disappointment, the postie had one of his rare late days, and the mail hadn’t arrived before Ness got home. She didn’t know that, of course, so as soon as she walked inside, she held out her hand and demanded, “Show me!”

“The postie hasn’t been yet,” I explained mildly.

“Bullshit!” Ness spat. “You’re just hogging it for yourself or teasing me! After the last one, Tanya must be naked in this one, as that fits the progression! Now, show me!”

Giving my wife a flat stare that I hoped hid my amusement, then letting my voice turn frosty, I said, “Or what, Mrs Vanessa Shephard? Careful, now, or I might paddle your arse for real!”

Unfortunately, Ness just responded by putting her hands on her hips and giggling, “Then you’d have to take me to bed and fuck me! So, as if that’s a viable threat! Now, where is the photo, please?”

“It won’t be Tanya naked,” I pointed out. “She’s still underage, and she’s not that stupid. But, as I said …”

Then the postie pulled up on his bike.

“Yes!” Vanessa excitably yelled as she ran to the door to sign for the letter.

In this photo, Tanya had followed the progression, and she was naked, except she’d carefully staged the picture so that it only revealed her back from above her hips as she looked innocently over her left shoulder, her hands placed to ensure nothing was revealed.

Ness dragged me to our room for another all-night fuck session immediately after seeing Tanya’s pic, so I didn’t get to read Tanya’s note until the following day. At 6.00 am, I was only peripherally aware that Ness’ alarm had sounded, and she’d dragged her tired self off to work.

Getting out of bed, I put my robe on and walked to the kitchen. As I sipped my tea, I remembered Tanya’s note, so swiftly returning to my bedroom, I removed it from the envelope and unfolded it.

It read, “On my birthday, the only time you’ll see my back is when …” It was signed as she typically did, only she’d placed two xs inside the heart.

When Vanessa came home, she read the note, then turning it over, she growled, “Is when …, what? When she’s walking away? No, that doesn’t make sense! When …, what?”

Laughing at her frustration, I replied, “Use your imagination to think what it might be, then share that with me, and we’ll make it happen.”

“Take me to the shower because I stink, then you can do that thing I like you doing in there,” Ness demanded.

“What thing is that?” I teased.

Trying to look sweet and innocent, Ness held her fingers low in front of her hips and lifted her right leg onto its toes before swinging her knee back and forth, “You know,” she tried to blush. “That thing I really like.”

“You mean lifting you off the shower floor with your back to me and mashing your luscious tits against the glass as I fuck your whore’s cunt?”

“Yeah, that!” Ness pleaded with lust in her eyes.

“Fuck, you’re a sexually voracious slut!” I opined.

“Compliments will get you exactly everywhere, Mr Liam,” my wife purred as she dropped to her knees and helped me out of my trousers. “Now, hurry up and get me naked.”

We had to leave the shower because the water ran cold, not because Ness had had enough.

Chapter 6.

Another month passed without much to write about but filled with my rising anticipation for the fourth to arrive. Ness was home on days off this month, and she seemed as excited as I was to see Tanya’s next picture. I’d rechecked the calendar and found this written: “Four over nine. Stay with her two more days, and it will be …?” After that, she wrote ’69’ as if that wasn’t already blatantly obvious.

The mailman arrived in due course, and I signed for another letter. Taking it into the kitchen where Ness waited, I slid the photo out and tucked it into my trousers behind my back. Then holding the envelope and letter, I affected a sad face and said, “No picture this month. Just a note.”

“What? No!” Ness denied. “There must be a picture there somewhere. Maybe the postie took it? What does the note say?”

“This is how you’ll first see me when you enter the hotel room,” I read from the note.

“Then there has to be a photo!” Ness emphatically stated. “I bet that old perverted postie took it! Probably going to masturbate over it!”

I grinned, “And, my love,” I said. “What exactly do you do when you sneak my folder out of my filing cabinet?”

Vanessa refused to answer, of course, but her blush told me all, so chuckling, I sat beside her so we could both see the picture for the first time together. When I placed the photo on the bench, Ness exclaimed, “Asshole!” but swiftly bent her head to see. This picture only showed Tanya from her bare shoulders up. But she looked adorably up at the photographer, making it clear she was kneeling before him.

“Oh_My_God!” Ness moaned, each word clearly enunciated and spaced.

“Yup!” I thought.

It was my turn to take my wife lustfully, but I didn’t take her from the kitchen. Instead, I pulled Ness to her feet, pushed her upper body flat onto the bench top, pulled her skirt above her toned ass, smacked it, pushed my sweatpants down my thighs, positioned my aching cock at her entrance, and shoved into her.

“Do me hard and fill my cunt, lover!” Vanessa demanded, already shuddering as several petite orgasms washed over her.

Two orgasms for me, and many for my wife later, I sagged back onto the stool, my limp dick falling from her drooling pussy. Ness lay in position for a bit longer as she reached between her legs and slid her fingers into her cum filled cunt. Then, wiping my cum from her pussy to her ass, she rimmed herself before sighing through one last petite orgasm.

“I’m not going to last three seconds when I’m finally with her,” I muttered.

“By the time your twenty-four hours are up, I’ll have rubbed my clit off from jilling myself thinking about what you two are doing,” Ness confessed.

During the weeks following September the fourth, I fantasised about the coming May and my looming encounter with my best friend’s beautiful daughter and wondered how he felt about our planned night together. Worried that going through with it might permanently damage our friendship, I considered pulling the plug on my planned dalliance with Tanya.

Worried, I got Tanya’s folder out of my cabinet and took it to where Ness sat watching TV, then handed her the folder and asked, “Who do you think is taking these photos?”

“Ellen, of course,” Tanya answered surprisingly, at least to me.

“Ellen’s on board with me seducing her eldest daughter?” I dubiously asked.

Ness chuckled, “First of all, baby, I don’t think it’s you doing the seducing! Secondly, why not? She knows she can’t have you herself, so she’s vicariously ‘having’ you through her daughter.”

“And Jim?” I asked. “You reckon he’s okay about me taking his daughter’s virginity?”

“You’ll take both of their virginities when the time comes, and it’s legal to do so, Liam. The girls are determined about that. Their father understands they want it, and he knows you’re reluctant, so he’s dealing with it as best he can. But, lover, Jim does not blame you for what will inevitably happen. Now, my love, what’s this actually about?”

“You know me too well,” I muttered before more loudly saying, “I’m worried about my friendship with Jim surviving me fucking his daughters, baby. I don’t have so many friends that I can afford to lose my best one.”

“That’s part of it,” Ness said. “But what’s really bothering you?”

“Fuck!” I swore under my breath, but when my wife crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, I confessed, “What if I don’t aim up, Ness? What if it’s a complete disaster? Tanya’s got this idealised fantasy of how it will be in her head. What if I can’t fulfil those fantasies?”

Ness stood and wrapped her arms around me and then kissed my cheek. Then rubbing my back, she soothed, “Do you reckon either of the Monie girl’s sex drive is as high as mine?”

“No. You’re the horniest, sluttiest bitch I know by far!” I teased, knowing that calling Ness dirty names would only inflame her desires.

“Then I doubt you’ll have any problems fulfilling their every desire, honey. Remember, though, they’re both virgins, so I doubt they’ll be able to take you inside them more than a couple of times before they’ll be too sore to go again. However, lover, you’re the best oral exponent I’ve ever had, so I’m certain they’ll both be happy the following morning.” Ness ran her hands over my dick and, changing the subject, said, “I’m on the rag, baby. But I can get there if you want to take my ass for a change?”

“Hell, yes!” I replied, picking her up and running for our bedroom.

Chapter 7.

October fourth seemed to take an age to finally arrive, and when it did, Ness had a night shift, so around midday, stretching and yawning and wearing nothing but the tiniest thong I could imagine, Vanessa wandered from the bedroom.

“Has the postie been yet?” She yawned before kissing my cheek.”

“If he has, I haven’t heard him,” I replied.

But when she put on a robe and opened the door, there was a card from the mailman saying that no one was home and would leave the registered letter at our local post office for me to pick up.

Stamping her foot, Vanessa bitched, “Now I won’t be able to see it until tomorrow!”

“I’m sorry you won’t be able to see my registered letter until tomorrow, babe. But, Princess, I guess you’ll just have to suck it up like the big girl that you are.”

Vanessa glared at me before grinning and giggling, “I was being a little precious, wasn’t I?”

Holding my finger and thumb about a centimetre (1/4 inch) apart, I confirmed, saying, “Only about this much!” I changed from indicating the amount by my finger and thumb to flinging my hands as far apart as possible as I completed my sentence.

“Asshole,” Ness grinned.

“Bitch,” I replied, but let’s not go there, or you’ll be on your back with your legs up in the air praying to ‘Gawd’ again!”

“And the problem with that is?” Ness saucily asked.

“That you’ll want to go again after seeing Tanya’s photo tomorrow!”

“And the problem with that is?”

And, you know? I couldn’t see even one damned problem with it. So I tossed her over my shoulder, smacked her bum, and took her back to bed.

Grateful that our local Post Office opened for a half day on a Saturday, I drove up and picked up the letter as Ness slept her night shift off. Of course, I was tempted to open it before she got up, but it was much more fun to open it with her, so I sat it on the kitchen table and tried unsuccessfully to think about something else.

Luckily, Ness was probably as excited as me, so she was up by 10.00 am, demanding to see the pic. Not bothering to tease her this time, I lay Tanya’s photo face up on the table. In this picture, Tanya lay on a towel on the beach, resting on her arms, and wearing the same tiny, almost translucent white micro bikini as in her earlier pics. Tanya held her head up, smiling at the camera, but again, she’d posed carefully to ensure nothing in the photo could get either of us into trouble, even though she looked stunningly gorgeous in it.

After admiring the photo, I unfolded the accompanying note and read, “You will be the sun on my darkest night, Daddy Liam. Your presence will warm my …” It was signed in her now typical way.

“Oh, my!” Ness whispered after reading Tanya’s note. “My … is warm, now! Want to take me to bed and quench that fire?”

“Yes! Yes, I would, my love!” I said as I took her hand and led her to bed.

The end of October signalled the end of the footy season, bringing the usual rounds of end-of-season prize and awards nights. I’m extremely popular on the circuit as I tell a good story, and I can usually find plenty of things to make fun of the players, coaching, office and support staff about. Because I’m well-liked by the players, they willingly and mischievously tell tales ‘out of school’, so I always have plenty of fodder for my speeches.

The players and supporters of these clubs understand that I’m a compulsive flirt but would never overstep any boundaries. They typically enjoy me gently flirting with their wives or girlfriends because I make the women feel sexy and attractive. It helps, of course, that Vanessa always accompanies me to these dos, and it’s rare that she is outshone on the red carpet. Why would I truly be interested in their wife or girlfriend when mine is hotter than theirs is?

Chapter 8.

By November fourth, I was eager to see what Tanya had for me. So much so that I sneaked a preview of what Ness had written for this day. I was disappointed to read she’d only written, “Halfway through Tanya’s birth year, baby. Can you make it through another six months without your head exploding?”

“Probably not,” I muttered, wishing for the last three days before the fourth to fly by.

My wife was on an afternoon shift on November fourth, so we spent the morning together, trying not to do anything stupid as we waited for the mailman. Finally, close to 1.00 pm, he kicked out the stand of his ‘postie bike’ and walked up to our door.

Ness had sat on the kitchen stool closest to the front door, so she beat me to the door when the mailman knocked. With trembling hands, I could tell that Ness badly wanted to rip the envelope open and stare at the enclosed picture, but she restrained herself and handed it to me.

Opening it, I removed the photo, then, with my hands trembling, placed it on the bench. Tanya wore her School Formal dress (the Aussie equivalent of a Prom). It clung to her youthful figure but still revealed nothing that would bring the censor’s or police’s ire.

“She’s beautiful,” Ness breathed. Then suddenly insecure, she added, “You won’t leave me for her, Liam. Will you?” The last question was almost plaintive in its delivery.

Absently wondering who the lucky guy that escorted Tanya to the event was, I took my wife to bed and showed her that she had nothing to worry about. I had time to give her seven orgasms before she needed to shower for work. Then as she got out of bed, I quietly said, “Mrs Liam Shephard, I swore in front of that preacher that it was ‘until death do us part’ I intend to keep that vow!”

With tears in her eyes, Ness hugged me and said, “Thank you.”

The speaking and MCing engagements continued through most of the rest of November, so I had plenty to keep my mind away from my soon-to-be young lover, for which I was grateful. The only interesting event to note was my wife bringing a young man that seriously could have been my ‘brother from another mother’ home from the hospital.

“You won’t believe me, baby,” Ness said as a way of introduction. “But this gorgeous hunk of young manhood is Liam Aldiss. He came into the ER after being knocked out practising with The Morningside Panthers this morning. As you were, he’s a full-forward.”

Walking two confident steps forwards, Liam offered his hand and said, “Big fan, Mr Shephard. I was delighted when The Bears drafted you from The Fitzroy Lions. You’ve been my role model ever since.”

“You’re eighteen?” I asked, shaking his hand. “Are you in this year’s draft?”

“Yeah, Mr Shephard, just turned. I was thrilled when Vanessa read my name, laughed, and said you were her husband. Yes, I’m in this year’s draft. The Bears have promised to trade for me if they have to to get me there.”

Winking at Ness, I grinningly said, “I think Liam is fine if I’m willing to let you bang my wife, Mister Aldiss!”

Liam blanched and looked at the ground, then, quickly regaining his composure, he stepped closer and whispered, “Seriously? Your wife propositioned me, but I thought it was bullshit. But she insisted that the only way I’d know for sure was to come home with her and ask you.” The young man swiftly looked to see if my wife could hear, then finished his thought, “Liam, I used to watch her on The Red Carpet when The Brownlow was on, then spend the night masturbating, imagining it was me with her.

“Imagine my surprise and delight when I recognised her at the hospital. But then she seemed to be flirting with me, and man, did I have the biggest boner! Later, after I was cleared to go home, she asked if I wanted to spend the night with her. Well, duh! Of course, I do. But then she said I’d have to come home with her and ask you. Please, man, don’t tell me this is bullshit!”

Laughing at the poor excitable young man would have been gauche, so I resisted as well as I could but couldn’t hide my grin when I asked, “Are you a virgin, Liam?” Then when he ashamedly nodded, I added, “You won’t be after tonight. By morning, my wife will have taught you all you’ll ever need to know about pleasing a woman. So, go, take her hand and have fun!”

Liam shook my hand vigorously and said, “Thank you, Mr Shephard.” Then some of the arrogance and self-confidence he’d need to make it as a premiership player surfaced as he grinned and stated, “Your wife won’t regret this night!”

Following her well-established method, Ness sent the young man to wait in her car as she put together an overnight bag, said goodnight to our boys, kissed me, and headed out the door.

Before she opened the door to leave, Ness grinned, “According to his club profile, his body stats match yours at the same age. I wonder if his cock does too?”

Laughing, I replied, “Did you put a measuring tape in your bag so you can compare?”

Ness grinned widely as she shut the door but didn’t reply.

Chapter 9.

This time, before I knew it, it was December fourth, and our mailman knocked on our door again.

“Registered mail for a Mr Liam Shephard,” he grinned before cheekily adding, “Shame your wife isn’t home today.”

Pretending to be serious, I answered, “Why? Do you want to look at her shaved cunt again?”

The postie blushed but bravely replied, “Well, if she wants to display it for me again?”

I laughed before saying, “Unfortunately for you, Ness is on a dayshift today. Maybe next time?”

Pushing ahead, our mailman asked, “Is she like your slut, or something? Do you, umm, offer her to others?”

“No, mate,” I explained. “But if my wife chooses you to play with, she’ll send you to me to ask for my permission.”

“Do you think she would?” The postie almost pleaded.

“It’s a big city, so you never know your luck!” I diplomatically replied, looking over his pudgy body and knowing our mail would never reach this address if I told him what I actually knew —that his chances were precisely between none and fuck all.

Taking his pen back from me, our mailman said, “A man can dream, right? After she flashed me the last time, my wife got it three times that night!”

“I’ll tell, Ness,” I grinned at the postie. “She’ll be delighted that she caused that reaction.”

Looking around as if he needed to divulge a secret that would start World War III, the postie whispered, “Your missus is as hot as all fuck. You know that, right?”

Straight-faced, I replied, “You think so? I hadn’t noticed! But I’m sure her twenty-plus lovers agree with you!”

“Twenty-plus lovers?” The mailman asked.

“There may have been more from before we married,” I answered deadpan.

Shaking his head, the postie hopped onto his bike and resumed his round.

I wanted to wait until my wife arrived home before opening Tanya’s letter, but I quickly decided I couldn’t wait, so I split the seal with my thumb and withdrew Tanya’s latest picture.

‘Oh!’ I thought as I stared at the picture.

Tanya looked alluringly at the camera, lying in a ‘tub of plastic balls’, clearly appearing to be naked but showing nothing.

“On my eighteenth birthday, am I wearing nothing or a diaphanous robe?” Her accompanying note read.

“Faaarkkkkk!” I groaned, knowing I was in for a night of aggressive, ‘take no prisoners’ sex when Ness saw the picture.

I wrote ‘Ness’ on the envelope and propped it against the house phone. Then, when my wife arrived home, we fucked until dawn poked its ugly head above the horizon.

“Can you phone in that your cunt’s sore, so you can’t come to work today?” Ness rhetorically asked as she searched in vain for something to soothe her worn vagina.

December means Christmas, of course. It also means end-of-year and Christmas office and company parties. The bigger of these provide plenty of opportunities for me to host or MC these events, so I’m typically very busy at this time of year. For Vanessa, it means the beginning of the traditional period where the staff want time off to spend with their families.

In her working life, I had always thought that Ness had received the ‘rough end of the pineapple up her fundament’ because when she first graduated, she was told that Christmas and New Year holidays were reserved for married nurses and nurses with children. But now that she’s married with children, the younger nurses expect to get those holidays because it’s their party time. However, there’s little we can do except grin and bear it.

My wife is often stressed at this time of year because of working short-staffed and overwrought families who demand that granny or pop just have to be home for Christmas dinner, or their Christmas will be totally ruined. Then there’s the opposite of that where granny or pop is dropped off at the hospital because the family can’t, or don’t want to, look after them because they want a family break over these holidays. Of course, the poor old dears are distraught because they can’t understand why they’ve been abandoned.

Over the years of our marriage, December into January has been the period where Ness most often asks for a pass. Having a twenty-four-hour fuck fest with some hunk she desires helps blow off the frustrations from her work and allows her to be a good mother to our boys and wife to me.

Reviewing my year, I realised I hadn’t asked for a single ‘pass’. It wasn’t that there weren’t plenty of attractive women in my life giving subtle, and sometimes not so subtle, hints that they were available. It was because a certain young Rockhampton woman had garnered my full attention. Well, what attention I spared from my beautiful wife, of course.

The year ended without fanfare, as Vanessa and I expressed our love in slow, soft, expressive lovemaking instead of the sometimes frenzied fucking we’d done since receiving Tanya’s first letter.

“Didn’t need to fuck some stud’s brains out to cope with the stress of work Christmas and New Year this year, babe?” I teased as we cuddled early New Year’s morning, having seen it in making love.

“No.” Ness replied before confessing, “I’ve felt a little guilty for being selfish and taking more lovers than I really needed just because I was horny and could.”

Mildly concerned, I said, “If I’m not looking after you well enough, baby, kick my ass and demand I do better!”

Ness laughed as she hugged me and, in a sultry voice, replied, “You look after me so well, lover, that I can barely stand the next morning, let alone walk.”

“Is me willingly preparing to make love with Tanya bothering you, then? I can tell her it can’t happen if you want?”

“Don’t you dare!” Ness said fiercely. “I want you to make love to her probably more than you and she want to make love to each other!”

“Why the guilts, then?”

Ness, her hips slowly undulating under me as her pussy gripped my deflating pole in slow but firm pulses, causing it to reinflate immediately, said, “Because this is the first year since we got married that you haven’t asked for a ‘day pass’. I’ve had two, neither of which I particularly needed, but because it’s a habit, and I wanted to.”

“I enjoy fantasising about what you’re doing with your lovers, baby,” I reassured her as I slowly thrust into her, meeting her undulations. Then I whispered into her ear, “I love that you’re a red hot, dick pulling, knob gobbling, cock sucking, cum guzzling, anal loving, dirty slut because you’re my dirty slut.”

“Oh, shit, Liam!” Ness gasped as she explosively orgasmed on my thrusting dick. “You know exactly how to make me feel good!”

“Then show me, my dirty little whore, what a good cum guzzling wife does for her husband.”

Ness immediately pushed on my chest, forcing me to roll onto my back. Then diving between my legs, she took my cum smeared dick and stuffed it into her mouth, her lips sealing around it and tongue swirling. Then, cupping and gently squeezing my balls, Ness vigorously milked my cock until, with an expansive groan, I spat my man juices into her oral cavity.

Having accepted my load, Ness knelt, grabbed my hands, and pulled me up. Then, opening her mouth to show she still held my semen in her mouth, she tilted her head back and gargled with it before swallowing.

“Was that something along the lines of what a ‘good cum guzzling wife’ should do? She impishly asked.

“It was a good start, slut,” I sneered. “But my dick’s still messy, and your face remains uncovered by my semen.”

Her eyes filling with lust, Ness forcefully shoved me flat on my back before wrapping her dainty hand around my cock and taking its head back into her mouth. Then kissing and running her soft tongue over it, my wife gently worked me until I was rock-hard again.