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Chapter 46

(MF, Mf, FF, ff, Ff, mult, cons, reluc, slave, humor, cheat, inc, mother, fath, dau,
  D/S, Mdom, span, lght, humil, group, orgy, harem, poly, WC, WM, WF, oral, exhib, toys, BBR, slow)

Written by Spacer X (paul_t_22@yahoo.com)

Mindy and I ended up having a nice long sex session in the minivan. It started out pretty frantic, but eventually mellowed out to be making love instead of wild fucking. That was more suitable for the situation, as I kept worrying about people seeing the van rocking. It was also nice that I'd just cum, which meant I could last a lot longer the second time around.

I noticed that nowadays, even when it was just Mindy and me having sex, it was better than it had been in years. I was always charged up, and if anything, Mindy was even more charged up than I was. She knew that while we were going at it I was thinking about the girls sometimes, but she didn't mind. In fact, I knew that sometimes she was thinking about the girls too. If her energy level flagged, all I needed to do was say something like, "Imagine that my hand on your tit is Sue Ellen's. 'Ma'am, may I have permission to lick a nipple?'" That would invariably make her squeal and go off like a rocket.

After about twenty or thirty minutes, the sky had darkened considerably, and we were getting quite hungry. We seriously considered going in to Mama Mia's to eat, but I doubted I could control myself around Sue Ellen or she around me, and Sue Ellen was probably on very thin ice with her manager by now. Plus, Mindy and I probably smelled like a walking whorehouse after all the sex we'd had.

So we headed home.

Along the way, as I drove our newly renamed "Pussymobile," I said, "I don't get Sue Ellen's attitude. She barely knows me from a hole in the ground. And yet she's gone 'all in' with this sex slave idea. How can that be?!"

Mindy sighed. "Hon, you don't get a lot of things lately. You're still playing catch up. That's okay, and it's fully understandable. Just roll with it and don't worry about the things you can't understand yet. You'll catch up by and by."

I replied, "I'm trying. Believe me, I'm trying. But I have to do better than that, because somebody needs to have some restraint, and you've shown precious little of that. Every day, every hour practically, you amaze me with the depth of your cucquean fantasies. So it's up to me to make the reality checks. Remember, the plan all along has been for me to impose some 'reasonable bounds' on all the sexual craziness."

"That's true."

"So help me here. How could she transform so quickly? For the Gruesome Twosome, it was something that built up over a period of years. But with Sue Ellen, it was practically instantaneous."

My wife responded, "Actually, I think it WAS instantaneous. I believe she fell in love with you the very first time she met you, a couple of days ago. And lust! She definitely fell in lust with you then. Such things do happen to people, you know. Don't worry about it or try to overanalyze it. Just be grateful that you happened to meet her when your confidence and boldness was off the charts and you took just the right actions."

"I suppose," I said.

"Besides, don't sell yourself short. You're a pretty impressive specimen of man." She chuckled as something came to her.


"I was just thinking about some of the things Mike said about you. He was trying to complain or insult you, but he ended up accidentally complimenting you. For instance, remember when he said you were too old for her because you were 'almost thirty?' Or when he told her she shouldn't pick you over him based on your better looks, just because you're all 'rugged and handsome and shit?'"

I grinned. "Yeah, I do remember that, now that you mention it. That was nice to hear. Maybe if enough people call me 'almost thirty,' I'll actually get ten years younger."

"Face it, Hon. You've got movie star looks. You're like Sean Bean's long lost brother. You look like one of the plucky adventure heroes who star in your novels. You've got an impressive physique. And let's not talk about your big cock because I'm sure you've heard enough about it today, but you pretty much have the ideal cock! AND you know exactly what to do with it. AND, thanks in large part to my training these past few years, your stamina and recuperative powers are almost ridiculously impressive. Then, I could go on about your personality and smarts and wealth and charm and so forth, but I don't want you to get such a big head that we can't get you out of the car!"

She chuckled at that. She added, "Face it. You are a catch. A supreme catch. That's why I knew that once you accepted that it was okay for you to have sex with other women, the floodgates would open. Imagine a busty bombshell who looked, oh, let's say exactly like Michelle, who walked buck naked in a fraternity on some local campus and announced, 'Who wants to fuck?'"

"There would be a hell of a lot of fucking," I replied. "All the guys would line up to take their turn."

"Exactly. You're like the male version of that. But I'm totally okay with whatever happens, as you can tell. We're soul mates, regardless. I'm leaving it totally up to you to find your natural limit. Do you want four cock slaves? Five? Six? More? Other random women to fuck from time to time? 'Dates' with all our daughters' friends? The sky's the limit! You're in an ideal position that any man would envy. It's up to you to decide how much you want to take advantage."

I replied, "Whoa. That's heady stuff. Like you said, I'm still trying to catch up. And all this sex slave talk keeps me confused and reeling. I keep thinking, 'This can't be!' But it is! I know I want to be careful. There are a million ways I could fuck this up. Right now, I am just trying to roll with it all. Just reacting. I hope that things will at least settle down some soon so I can take stock and figure out what I really want."

She said, "Well, that's bound to happen before long. It's just unlucky that we've had our daughters' sexual coming out take place the same time Sue Ellen fell into your lap. And then Cindy's got sucked into this. So yeah, you've got a LOT on your plate. But don't worry, it'll settle down. Just remember that I'll support you no matter what happens."

"Thanks, Sweetheart. You're a rock. The only reason I'm willing to sexually experiment like this is because I know the loving bond between us is so strong and unbreakable."

"I know, Hon. I know." She reached out and gently stroked my cheek.

When we got home, Michelle and Ruby were there to greet us. The two of them were dressed in matching dark blue cheerleader outfits, complete with pom-poms. As soon as they saw us walk through the door, they did a quick cheer:

"Yeay! Mom and Dad are back at home! Now our tongues are free to roam!
Upon Dad's cock we wish to feed, till he squirts our faces full of seed!
Go Mom Mom, she's super cool! Go Dad Dad, and his yummy tool! Gooooooo! Go, go, GOOOO!"

Mindy and I had a good laugh at that. It was a pretty impressive little routine, especially considering neither of them had ever joined any cheerleading squad.

I have to admit that they were damn arousing. As soon as they started to move, their bouncing boobs showed that they weren't wearing bras, yet their tops were extremely tight, helping to keep those boobs from bouncing too much to the point it got painful for them. And when their short skirts flew up, it was obvious they weren't wearing panties either. I loved the hip gyrations and jerking-off motions in their brief dance too. Their "GOOOO" cheer was timed with a jump that was impressive for the sheer vertical leap they both managed, not to mention the splits they finished with.

Michelle in particular looked like the stereotypical All-American cheerleader, thanks to her long blonde hair that cascaded beautifully with her every jump. I was tempted to tell her to drop to her knees and lose the top. What astounded me was that she actually would, gladly.

But I couldn't do that no matter what, since my penis was dead to the world and my energy level was low. I was forced to say, "That's great. I love your enthusiasm. But unfortunately, the only place I'm going is upstairs to recover and rest."

"Aaaaaawwwwwwww!" they complained at once, as they stood back up.

Ruby added hopefully, "Maybe another cheer would change your mind? We've got this great one about the many joys of being a cock slave that I'm sure you'll like."

My wife stepped forward and interceded for me, "Come now, girls. your father has had a very busy day. He just fucked Sue Ellen's tits and face in the back of the car, and then he gave me a very solid nailing too. He came twice in short order. You know how he needs his alone time sometimes. Besides, the King needs a well-deserved rest from cementing his conquest of her sexy ass. Just wait until I tell you how he took care of her ex-boyfriend."

"Aaaaaaawwwwwww," they said again, but with more resignation.

Michelle complained to Mindy, "Hearing about Daddy nailing you AND Sue Ellen just wants to make me suck his cock even MORE! Look how wet I am." She flipped her cheerleader skirt up and then ran her finger along her slit. She held her finger near my face to show how wet it was.

Damn! That musky smell is nearly enough to make me give in! If only I was the sexual superman everybody says I am.

I think she was hoping I'd suck her finger clean, but I forced myself not to react. Disappointed, she fed her finger into Ruby's mouth.

Ruby spoke while licking Michelle's juices clean. "I was hoping for Daddy to titfuck me, actually, but the idea's just the same." She turned to me. "It's almost cruel to tell us stuff like that, and then leave us alone. Look how horny I am too!" She proceeded to also wet her finger and hold it near my face.

Again, I forced myself not to react, despite the intoxicating smell. Disappointed, Ruby let Michelle quickly suck her finger clean.

On a happier note, Michelle added, "We got these cheerleader outfits just for you, Daddy! Aren't they cool? It wasn't easy, but now that the school year is over, we were able to get these from some friends. And you see how they're super-small and tight on us? We shrunk the skirts down even more, so they barely even cover our pussies and asses. See?" Michelle pulled the front of her skirt up as high as it could go.

Ruby helpfully turned around, and then bent over to show me most of her exposed ass. Her round, firm, flawless, nicely tanned ass. They were getting to me.

Mindy whistled appreciatively. "Damn, hubby. That's some prime cheerleader cheesecake right there. How can you resist all that hot, primo teenage ass?"

"I know!" I complained. "It's fucking frustrating. But my dick can only handle so much. Girls, what if you break out the cheerleader outfits some other time? We'll have lots of fun then."

"Aaaaaaawwwwwww," they said in tandem yet again, as Ruby turned back around.

Ruby said to me, "I'll just have to satisfy myself trying to imagine how you splooged all over Sue Ellen and Mom in the car. ... Wait. You did it in the car?! Whoa! That's so cool! Were you all naked? Where were you parked? Ohmigod! Tell me all about it!"

Luckily, their questions were more aimed at Mindy than at me, and my wife managed to distract them with her answers so I could be alone. I could just picture the three of them getting all hot and bothered, as Mindy gave some wildly exaggerated account of what we'd just done in the car. Although, in this particular case she didn't need to exaggerate.

I sighed, wishing I could be the endlessly erect and horny super stud they all seemed to think I was. I dragged my tired and aching body up to the shower.

Ruby ate dinner with us. She and Michelle were mercifully dressed in "normal" clothes, apparently at Mindy's orders.

As we ate, I made it clear that anything sexual, even just teasing, was off the menu for the rest of the night. To say that the girls were a bit dismayed would be something of an understatement. But they tamped down their enthusiasm, which allowed us to at least relax and enjoy the meal. I was impressed with their self-restraint, especially since neither of them were exactly well known for that trait.

After dinner, I suggested to my wife that we give our daughter Nicky a call. I usually spoke to her about once a week, if not twice, and although we spoke to her yesterday to congratulate her on finishing her last final exam and thus her first year of college, it had been a very brief call. It would be good to have a proper conversation with her.

Mindy gave me a look that suggested she had been dreading this moment. "Okay, sure, call her. But before you do, we need to talk things through. She is still going to be home for most of the summer, and that time could be upon us before we know it. We're basically falling off a cliff with no plan whatsoever. We need a plan, and fast! What is it?!"

"I know. It's bad that we let this slide to the last minute. But I've been thinking about this from time to time since yesterday. I don't see much option, so I think our plan has to be the same as the last time we discussed this. I'm too hooked on the sexual fun to stop, but Nicky being here will force us to slow down, and I think that's a good thing. I'll be able to get more writing done without sex on the brain all the time, for one. And I've been thinking that since Cindy has joined us, that'll make this much easier: we can have all our sexual play over at the McGrath house!"

Mindy nodded. "I've been thinking that too. And sure, that's a good idea. But still, I worry."

I nodded back. "I do too, believe me. Having Nicky find out would be an unmitigated disaster! The way the girls are behaving, a smart cookie like Nicky is going to figure out that something's going on right away. And even if we make it through the summer without her learning the shocking truth, what about next summer, and the summer after that, and so on, plus all the other vacations she comes home?"

Mindy sighed. "Yes. This is a problem, to say the least. Personally, I think we can manage it IF we can get the girls to act less suspiciously. Right now, they're bursting with love and happiness in a way that just can't be hidden. And what would be the reason for that? Would we have to invent pretend boyfriends for them all? That includes Cindy too. And how do we explain Sue Ellen suddenly being around a lot, all of a sudden? Because you know she will be. Just wait until she gets together with the two Hellions. They'll be thick as thieves."

I sighed too. "Those are all very good points. Although I've been thinking about these things from time to time, I haven't really come up with a good solution. I do think it'll get easier though once the initial 'I'm in love!' excitement wears off. We need to buy time by having Nicky stay away from here for a while. Hopefully, we can encourage Nicky to stay up in Berkeley for another week or two weeks, at least. Hell, an entire month would be better!"

"A delay would help a lot," Mindy agreed. "And then we could use that time to psychologically prepare and come up with good cover stories."

"Agreed. But as for right now, I still want to talk to her, since it's been a long time since I've really connected. And I'm sure you do too. This is a big time for her, and joyous time, with her first year in college coming to an end. But when I talk, I'll keep the focus on her, and encourage her to 'live it up' in Berkeley and take as long as she wants before she comes home."

Mindy nodded. "Sounds good. However, to be frank, you're not as conniving as I am. You tend to wear your heart on your sleeve. And while that's lovable and adorable, it doesn't help us now. Heck, she could innocently ask you what's new and you might reply 'Oh, nothing,' with a tone that sounds as guilty as hell. Let me take the lead."

So we made the phone call. Mindy did most of the talking, with her on one receiver and me on another. I'm not totally without guile, so I'd like to think that I didn't give Nicky any reason to be suspicious. Mindy told me later that in her opinion the phone call didn't raise any red flags, so that was a relief.

Mindy and I did encourage Nicky to stay in Berkeley longer. The problem was that the school year had just ended, and Nicky's friends were either leaving town or getting busy with jobs and internships and such. Her boyfriend Steve was leaving town shortly as well. But luckily she had a friend who had some interest in taking a week-long trip to the Sierras and Lake Tahoe, so we strongly encouraged her to do that. We told her we'd pay all the expenses, and that seemed to seal the deal for her.

It was a relief knowing she wouldn't be home within the next week. But still, I felt a sense of doom. When the call ended, I thought, At best, we're only delaying the inevitable problem. I love Nicky so much! I don't want to break her heart and have her find out all the sexual things I'm doing, including committing incest with her sister! Sisters, actually, though she doesn't know that part yet. But there's just no way I can go without the new sexual joys I've discovered for the entire summer.

I'm between a rock and a hard place. I don't see any way out.

But there was no point in endlessly brooding over the issue. In fact, it would be good to get our minds off it. Since it was a Saturday night, I suggested to Mindy that she and I go do something in town.

She liked that idea and readily agreed. I think she understood I needed some time away from the non-stop sexual excitement at home.

Even though we're very close to our daughters, my wife and I usually reserve Friday and Saturday nights to go out and do things just the two of us, so there was no discussion about having the Gruesome Twosome come along.

By the time we were done eating, it was too late to attend something like a symphony or a play, so we just went to see a movie instead. We went to see "Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones," which had come out earlier in the month.

We had a good time, and a completely non-sexual quality time at that. It was exactly the break from sex that my brain and my penis needed. Like a great number of people, I was a huge Star Wars fan when I was a kid. I enjoyed it a lot, but I also had a lot of issues with what I'd seen of the prequel trilogy so far. That was just fine though, because it gave Mindy and I a lot to talk about afterwards. She was a big Star Wars fan too. We even stopped off at a gelato place to squabble over the problems with George Lucas's directing.

We hadn't discussed the recent events in our lives all evening. But as I drove us back from our night out together, I said, "You know, I just don't get it. Everybody goes on like I'm some kind of sex god. But basically, most of the time I just stand there and some incredibly sexy fox comes up to me and starts sucking my cock. I'm so undeserving, it's not even funny."

"That's not true," Mindy replied, brimming with satisfaction. "Just look at what you did today with Mike, the way you handled that situation. That really impressed Sue Ellen, and now she's wanting you more than ever."

"Okay, so she can treat me to dinner or something. It doesn't follow that she gets naked in the back of our car and blows me and then lets me fuck her tits, while going on about how I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. I'm sorry, but it just doesn't compute."

Since I was watching the road, I could only hear my wife sigh. "We've been over this already. When we were coming back from seeing her, remember?"

"Let's go over it again. Try to explain it to me from a different angle. Just basically saying 'you don't get it yet' and 'roll with the punches' left me wanting."

"Okay, I'll try. Honey, people are different from each other. Some people are probably even hard-wired differently. She clearly needs a man like you, a dominant man who can treat her submissively. It was total luck that it was you and not someone else who came along and plucked her like a ripe, low-hanging fruit. But that's what happened. I didn't have anything to do with this one, honest."

I thought to myself, When was it decided I'm such a dominant guy? I must have missed that memo.

"Of course," she added, "luck favors the bold."

I grumbled at that, although it was probably true. I asked, "Well, what about you?! You're the most baffling of the lot. Every time you open your mouth these days, you say something that blows my mind. Like today for instance, when you told Sue Ellen how much you like to kiss me when I'm cumming into another woman."

"Like I said, some of us are hard-wired differently," she said casually. "Besides, a lot of men are turned on by the idea of watching their wives with another woman. So why is it so strange that I like watching my husband with another woman?"

I said, "I don't have a good answer to that, since I think the idea of wanting to see my wife with another man is compete insanity. I'd rather have all my limbs sawed off with a dull, rusty blade."

"I love you for that, Hon. I love that you're possessive like that. But I'm just different. I'd been holding back that part of myself for years, because I knew how straight-laced you were, and I didn't want to offend you. About the most I ever did before was occasionally suggest something like a threesome or inviting some sexy friends over for topless hot-tubbing, and you were always so cold to those suggestions that I didn't even bring those up very often. Hell, you were such a Boy Scout that when Jane Corlin went hot-tubbing topless with me, you refused to join us!"

I grinned a bit as I thought about what a busty hottie Jane was. That would have been a sight to see! Jane had a more mature, regal beauty. She reminded me of royalty, like Princess Diana or Grace Kelly in their primes. But she was also seriously stacked!

Mindy smirked at my grin. "A-ha! See? You're starting to wise up. I can arrange another get-together with her like that, you know. I've long believed that she has the hots for you. The mere fact that she was willing to go topless with you and me says a lot."

I frowned. "Tempting, but no. I have way, way too much on my plate. Ask me again later, much later, if I haven't been sexed to death by then."

She smiled widely. "Aaaah! That's what any cucquean wife loves to hear, that my hubby is practically getting sexed to death. Anyway, when I realized how desperately our girls not only wanted but needed you, I knew that I had to let that side of myself out, so we could all be as happy as we should be. In fact, I think I need to indulge and even encourage my inner cucquean, to help tamp down any feelings of jealousy - for the girls' sake."

"Okay, that makes some sense," I conceded. "In a kind of weird and twisted way that I can't possibly understand, mind you, but at least there's some consistency there. But what still doesn't make any sense to me is how Shelle could suddenly go from normal teenager, with a normal relationship with her father, to such eagerness to be my sex slave, and bring her 'breastest friend' - who also happens to be like a daughter to me - with her?!"

Mindy cut in, "Hey, 'like a daughter?'"

"Sorry. A daughter. You know, it would almost make sense if they were homely or fat or just had low self-esteem, and they thought their dad was the only one who saw their inner beauty. But these are two of the hottest girls in their school, if not the whole town. Hell, the whole state! It's just crazy."

That earned me a tsk-tsking. "You've gotta look at it a different way. This new lifestyle probably wouldn't have worked if they weren't such stone foxes in the first place, because that gave them the courage to live out their wildest fantasies. If they were ugly, or even just average-looking, those would have just stayed fantasies. But their looks gave them the confidence to live their dreams. They knew that basically no man could resist them, including you. They figured that if they're the best, why should they settle for anything less than the best? They told me exactly that."

"Okay, that makes some sense too. But me? I'm supposed to be their ultimate fantasy? Why don't they run off to Hollywood and try to snag Brad Pitt, or Tom Cruise, or someone like that?"

"Don't give 'em any ideas," She joked. But she said more seriously, "Look at the big picture. Remember that what's happening is a culmination of years of gathering forces. Our two Hellions have been dreaming about sliding their hot and creamy cunts up and down your totem pole for YEARS now! But they held back until they'd turned eighteen and graduated from high school. Imagine the force of a pressure cooker exploding, after building up for FIVE years and then some!"

This conversation was giving mean erection. But at the same time, her words were very concerning.

She went on, "You have to understand, you've been their ultimate sexual fantasy for their entire sexually-awakened lives. These are girls who have never been with any male, so in that respect at least, they've been very 'faithful' to the man of their dreams. You're IT! Brad Pitt is probably a nice enough guy, but they don't know him from Adam."

I joked, "You can't say the same about Tom Cruise though. He seems kind of an oddball to me."

She chuckled. "True, that. Nice eyes though. Anyway, they know YOU, and they love YOU. Yeah, they fooled around with other girls some to help bide their time, but their main interest is in men. Actually, I should say 'man.' All that love and lust is now, at long last, being unleashed. You happen to be the target."

"Yeah," I said, "but I feel like I've just been hit by a train. Or more like a hurricane, actually. They're like human tsunamis of sexiness. But that's just the two of them. How does that explain Sue Ellen? I mean, what are the odds we would just happen to have dinner and get served by an uncommonly beautiful waitress, and then everything else would just happen to fall in place from there? I don't believe it myself, even though it just happened to ME!"

My wife just chuckled at my predicament. "Again, fortune favors the brave. Sure, there's lots of luck involved, granted. But also, it shows the kind of person you are. You're not just standing there picking your nose when opportunity comes knocking. You've dared and you've won. Now you've got another big-titted, gorgeous, cocksucking sex slave eager to serve you and keep your balls well drained. Some people never dare, sadly enough. Compare yourself to Mike, for instance."

I commented, "Mike's probably a nice enough guy if he gets his head out of his ass and stops with the bullshit macho posturing."

She snorted derisively. "Yeah, but will he ever shape up? I doubt it. We were really lucky he was in a vulnerable spot and listened to us at all. He thinks taking advice is a sign of weakness. If he was feeling heartache, he'd probably think it was an upset stomach. A guy like him is never going to have what it takes to become the master of a harem in the first place. But let's say by some totally outrageous miracle, a harem drops into his lap. What do you think would happen?"

"He'd probably fuck it up," I admitted. "In fact, I'm sure he would. He'd start calling all the women his 'bitches,' and not just as sex talk. He'd be treating them like shit before long. He'd let it go to his head and thus drive them away."

"That's exactly what I'm thinking," Mindy agreed, nodding. "Keep him in mind as a cautionary tale. You may think you're just standing there getting your cock blown all day long, but you're not. You're saying and doing all the right things. You're keeping up your end of the bargain, which makes the whole harem deal even possible in the first place."

She went on, "For instance, I obviously get way too excited about all this stuff, and without you serving as the voice of reason, things would quickly fly completely out of control. Just as one example, had you not insisted we at least go to the car, we would have ended up doing some crazy stuff right there inside the restaurant, and that would almost certainly have gotten Sue Ellen fired."

"I don't know," I responded. "We did some pretty crazy stuff in there, like you two trading kisses with me while everyone watched. And we all could have gotten in serious trouble in the minivan too."

She faked a cough as she mumbled, "Pussymobile."

I smiled against my will. "Fine. Pussymobile. We could have been arrested for public indecency, for instance. We were taking a big risk."

"But that's another great thing about you! If you were a total stick-in-the-mud naysayer, that wouldn't work either. You're walking a fine line very well. Believe me, 99 percent of men in your shoes would fuck things up one way or another, and then it would be game over. But with you, I can let myself go and throw all these women in the mix, precisely because I know you're gonna be able to handle it. If there's jealousy issues or secrecy issues or whatever, you'll handle it with flying colors."

I sighed. "I wish I had the confidence in me that you do. I'm flying by the seat of my pants, and I'm likely to fuck up big time before too long. I'm warning you now, so watch out."

"Maybe," she said, "but it's gonna be all right. I really think that the more sex you have with the other women in your harem, the better things will be. The bonds between us will grow stronger and stronger, not weaker. Soon, for instance, Michelle is going to love you and want you so badly that she'll straighten out and behave all on her own, just in order to please you, her sexually dominant Master. You've never had that power over her before. We're re-forging a stronger, bigger, and better family. You'll see."

I replied, "I'm not so optimistic. I hear that situations like this almost always end in disaster. For instance, back in the hippie days, a lot of 'free love' communes got started with high hopes. Every single one of them ended in disaster sooner or later."

Mindy snorted at that. "Of COURSE they ended with disaster. You can't have more than one man involved. Men are power hungry. Women are better at sharing and cooperating. It's a fact. Look at all the harems down through the ages, or men with four wives in the Muslim world. The 'one man, many women' model works! That's totally different from a 'free love' commune. Imagine one woman married to four guys, for instance. It would never work unless they were forced into it because of economic desperation or something like that. The guys would end up killing each other before long. Believe me, I've been thinking a lot about this. It's going to work. You have to trust me."

I grumped, "I dunno. And besides, I wish you'd stop calling it a 'harem.'"

"What should I call it, then? It needs a name."

"We can just call it our 'family.' You said we're re-forging a bigger family."

"Awww, you're no fun. That's definitely true, but 'family' sounds boring. Everyone has one. Whereas 'harem' sounds sexy! Don't you like the sound of that? 'Dan's harem of cock slaves.'"

She pointed at a random house we were driving past, and pretended that she was a stranger looking at ours. "See that house? That's where they say a famous author has an actual harem of busty and beautiful women!"

I laughed. "Mindy, you're mental. I'm not famous either. This is crazy, and we're probably headed for disaster, but God knows I'm having too much fun to stop!"

Then, after a pause, I continued in a sadder tone, "One more thing, since we're talking so freely. I worry this is corrupting my soul. Like the thing that happened with Mike and Sue Ellen's underwear. That was cruel."

"It was," she admitted slowly, "but Sue Ellen said it was necessary, and I believe her. He needed a slap in the face like that to get over her. He needed undeniable proof that it was over between them."

"Maybe so, but the problem is I really enjoyed it. I practically came on the spot when she pulled her undies up from under the table and put them out there for him to see. That disturbs me. I'm not the same man I was a month ago. My solid Christian morals are dissolving. I'm basically letting my dick do all my thinking for me these days. The pleasure is just too great to resist. I mean: 'sex slave.' That's so wrong on so many levels. And 'cock slave' is the same, or worse. But I can't really feel much guilt, because I'm too high on lust all the time. I shudder to think what I'll be like in a month."

Mindy was silent in response to that for a little while. But then she said, "I can see it's a confusing time for you now. But don't worry, soon we'll reach a new equilibrium as the new family bonds are forged, and you'll find your feet back on the ground again. Don't worry. Right now, things are pretty wild and confusing, but they'll settle down. Remember, this isn't just about sex, it's about love."

"I hope so," I said as I continued to drive onwards in the darkness towards our home.

Grinning, she noted, "We also love to have sex with you. Just in case you were wondering."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." But then, setting aside the joking, I said, "It seems to me, though, that we're letting our lust overtake our common sense. Like that idea of having me quote, date, unquote, Michelle's friends. That was nuts!"

"But sexy!" Mindy purred in a sultry tone.

"You weren't being serious with that offer, were you? I'm thinking that was some kind of test, to see what my limits were. Right?"

I looked at her, because she wasn't replying, just grinning wider. "What?" I finally asked.

"I'm being inscrutable," she joked. "Honestly, though, I really did make that offer in all sincerity, and I was bummed when you turned it down. In fact, don't even remind me, 'cos I get hot just thinking about it! Imagine if every day, when you come downstairs to take a break from your writing, you find a bevy of nude teenage girls lounging around by the pool, waiting for you. You'd just point to a couple of 'em and they'd immediately rush to you and start sucking you off to warm your horse cock up for some serious pussy plowing. Meanwhile, the other dozen or so would just stare and fume with jealousy, and while away the time by having sex with each other. Now, then you'd have a REAL harem!"

"Mindy, that sounds great, in the pornoverse, but it's totally freakin' INSANE!"

"Isn't that similar to what's been happening in your current novel?"

She knew to ask that because I had been keeping her up to date on the plot of the untitled "swashbuckling" novel I was working on.

"Yeah, it's kind of getting there," I admitted. "But that's fiction, and rather pulpy fiction at that. We live in Southern California, not ancient Arabia. You KNOW that would never work in a million years. We'll be lucky if even our smaller group doesn't completely implode."

"I know, I know, but it's fun to imagine, isn't it? Can't you just picture about twenty naked and busty bombshells in our backyard? Probably half of them would be so hot for your cock that they'd already be kissing and playing with each other, just to take the edge off their hunger. Plus, they're all total sluts who can never get enough! Imagine them with iron collars around their necks, and chains linking one to the next, just because it looks sexy and no one's gonna stop us from doing it. Isn't that a turn-on?"

"You know damn well it is," I admitted. My dick had just gone flaccid, but now it was betraying me again, rising up in my pants at the idea. "But you might as well add giant piles of money, and heck, while we're at it, let's have all the trees in the backyard made out of magically non-melting ice cream, or chocolate."

She looked miffed. "You don't have to get all snarky. I was just expressing a fantasy."

"Yeah, but that's supposed to be MY fantasy, not yours. Besides, you seem to be actively trying to make it happen."

She jokingly acted shocked. "Damn! You found me out. I don't really work in an office; I work in a secret lab, perfecting my non-melting ice cream tree formula."

I chuckled, but said, "Joke all you want, but I still think you had some kind of sneaky plot behind that so-called dating offer. You're too clever for me. Like that dress you're wearing."

"What?" She looked down at her outfit. She could have gone to a formal ball in it, but that wasn't unusual, since she relished chances to dress to the nines.

I said, "It's very nice, but is it just coincidence that it's the same dark blue as the cheerleading outfit the girls were wearing earlier? Just looking at that color is making me horny, and you know it."

"Bwa-ha-ha-ha!" she cackled theatrically. "You got me. I'm a mad genius! But since I'm mad, and everything's crazy already, what if you just added one or two more girls to the harem? Five is good, but six is better. And seven's such a perfect lucky number. How 'bout Anjali? I really like her, and she's got a sultry, exotic face. And such big tits!"

She clutched the air in front of her with both hands, as if she was giving Anjali's hefty bust a squeeze.

I stomped on the brake pedal so hard that the tires screeched, as I pulled the car over to the side of the road.

I hit the steering wheel in frustration. "Down, woman, down! No, no, and again... NO! No means NO already! Comprende? I'm really happy with how things are, and if Cindy joins in, it'll be just perfect. Completing the circle, as you say. As for Anjali, you just wanna grope her tits and suckle on her dusky nipples."

Mindy raised her hand like she was being called on in class. "Me? I'm not a lesbian, I'm just a cucquean!" She giggled.

"Is that a joke or not? I can't tell anymore."

"I'm serious, of course. You know I'm no lesbian. Although I wouldn't be averse to a little girl-on-girl kissing or touching if it helps make everyone that much more hot and bothered. Can't you just picture Anjali lying on the bed, with me over her top half, rubbing my tits against hers as we kiss like long lost lovers? Meanwhile, you'd be over her lower half, with your Fat Elvis fully impaling her tight pussy, drilling her, HARD! Fucking the SHIT out of her, while she screams into my mouth! And she's from India. They've got the whole tradition of sultans and harems over there too, so maybe she'd be very amenable to that."

I said sarcastically, "Maybe she'd be willing to give up her plans for college and just live in our bedroom with a chain around her ankle and one of those 'I Dream of Jeannie' type harem outfits."

My crazy wife seemed to miss my sarcasm altogether. "Exactly! Except it should be the kind that doesn't cover her tits but forms a shelf underneath to make 'em thrust out instead! Oooh! And leave her butt bare too, with leggings that go only up to mid-thigh. She's got a great butt. And she should wear a pearl necklace to symbolically show how much she loves it when you blast YOUR spermy pearl necklaces on her dark brown tits!"

All I could do was glare. "Mindy, I was being sarcastic."

That brought on a long silence, broken only by her heavy breathing. Embarrassed at long last, she sighed, "Oh. ... Damn. ... I suppose I'm... being a tad unrealistic."

"Just a tad." I rolled my eyes.

However, she wasn't easily dissuaded. "But it's FUN! I absolutely love getting carried away in these fantasies. I've never felt so alive in my entire life!"

"That's great for you, but they're just FANTASIES."

"Not necessarily; not all of them. We're living our dreams! Okay, forget Anjali for the moment. What about Laura? You've made a commitment to her. You KNOW she's gonna lose those thirty pounds, and you KNOW she's gonna wanna be your cock slave as soon as she does!"

"Hey, I made a commitment to her, but only to have sex with her once, and only if she loses that weight. That's it. Anything more than that would be nuts. I'm NOT interested. I mean, we don't even know her last name, for crying out loud!"

"I do. It's Johnson."

"Laura Johnson? What a boring name."

"Hey, you don't fuck the name. You're gonna be plowing through her tits, not the telephone book. Besides, as her master, you could call her whatever you want. Oooh, you should come up with something really sexy, and just a little embarrassing - to help her remember her place and keep her submissively aroused all the time. Something like 'Tittles' or 'Titsy,' in honor of her impressive bust. I'll bet her nipples would pop to attention every time you said that!"

I shook my head. "No! We don't even know the first thing about her, for starters. She could be a total psycho."

"Not to worry," she smirked. "Let your cucquean take care of the details. I've been talking to Sue Ellen about her, learning a lot, just to be the on the safe side. I may be a little bit unhinged with my sexual fantasies, but I'm not TOTALLY unhinged. The cool thing is that it turns out she's never been with a woman, but there are signs that she's bi-curious. Isn't that great?!"

I just sighed and rolled my eyes. "Min, I'm beginning to think that I don't have a harem. YOU have a harem, and I'm just living in it."

Her eyes twinkled mischievously at that. In fact, she looked rather excessively pleased with herself.

I growled, "Down. Back. Sit."

To my surprise, she settled down, even to the point of sitting primly in her seat, as I resumed driving the car and eased back into traffic.

I said firmly, "Listen closely. I'm giving you an order. You are to do nothing to encourage Anjali, Laura, Jane Corlin, or anyone else outside our small group. Nor can you say or do anything to anyone else along those lines, for instance having Sue Ellen encourage Anjali instead. And if there's any loopholes I missed, close them. You understand my intent. Is that clear?"

"Yes," she said. She tried to hide it, but there was a tone in her voice like a child who'd just had her favorite toy snatched away.

As we drove on in silence, I pondered my strange wife. Her behavior doesn't make sense to me. I know her well enough to know that she's on the level - she loves sharing me with other women, and she's getting off on the situation in a big way. If she has ulterior motives, they aren't malevolent. I just can't get inside her head anymore!

After a while, I asked, "Sweetheart, don't you get jealous sometimes? And what about the risk? Don't you worry things could go terribly wrong and seriously fuck up our marriage?"

"Yes, and no. Yes, I do get jealous, and I do worry sometimes. But this is the part you can't understand, because I barely understand it myself: I LIKE the jealousy! Feeling jealous while aroused somehow makes me feel twice as aroused, if not more!"

I said, "You're right, I don't understand that. Not. At. All."

"Trust me on this. The positive way outweighs the negative. The way I look at it, a harem is MUCH more stable, at least the kind of harem we're developing. All us women are on the same page. If you fuck up in some way, imagine Ruby, Michelle, AND me seriously getting on your case! You wouldn't stand a chance. Think about it: a tricycle is more sturdy than a bike, and a car or some other four-wheeled vehicle is more sturdy than a tricycle. As long as we're all on the same page, things'll be fine. And after talking extensively with the Gruesome Twosome for months, I feel extremely confident that we all want the same things. So I don't worry."

"And Nicky?" I asked.

"Sure, add her to the harem too!" She cackled with glee. "I've seen her naked. She's way hotter than you think!"

"Don't even JOKE about that. What I mean is, we're not going to be able to keep this a secret from her forever. How is she going to deal with her sister and father being sexually involved? Doesn't that kick sibling rivalry up to a new, very unhealthy, level?"

"Don't worry about Nicky," she said confidently. "She's a grown-up. There won't be any sibling rivalry. She won't be any more upset that you and Michelle are having sex than she is than you and I are."

"No way! I call bullshit! How is that even possible?! She'd have an absolute shit fit if she found out!"

"I'm serious. That's not my cucquean side talking this time."

"How can you be so sure?"

"She's my own flesh and blood. I know exactly how she thinks. Don't worry; it might be a bit rough at first, but she'll be handling it quite well before too long."

I pondered suspiciously if she had a secret sexual meaning in her "handling it quite well" comment, but then I figured I was just getting paranoid. Even Mindy wouldn't go so far as to corrupt Nicky, our model child. "I don't believe you on that at all, but let's drop it for now. What about Sue Ellen though? Or Cindy?"

She waved her hand dismissively. "Not to worry. After talking to the girls so much, I've come to recognize the submissive personality. Sue Ellen and Cindy fit it perfectly. They not only defer to you, they defer to me. Much more so than Michelle and Ruby, in fact, since our two Hellions are such wild characters. The bottom line is, I feel MORE secure about our marriage than ever before. With all this juicy pussy being thrown your way, you'd have to be absolutely nuts to leave me."

"Hmmm. That's true," I mumbled as I focused on driving the car. "But then, that's always been true that I would never, ever want to leave you."

She smiled at me with love. "Awww! What a sweetie!"

I decided to drop the subject for now. I still didn't really understand, though.

NOTE: Thanks to the suggestions and corrections of IBT, Gnome, Ecchi Spud, Rikis, Johnny Galt, and Xinunar, and the reformatting of Sam.I.am.

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