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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 037
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A fulllength novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: nosex

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Chapter 37
Thursday: Lesson Two

The next morning, everybody gathered in the new composite group to
discuss progress. The girls briefed the boys on their outfits color, etc.
Rick would have to change to another tux the color he had selected
wouldn't go well with Mandi's dress. Underthings weren't mentioned; they
would be a surprise. Other arrangements came up, and the boys made their
briefing: "Limos are out there are none to be had. We'll have to go by
car sorry!" Tim announced.

"But we got rooms!" Bobby announced, wiggling his eyebrows. Dina
looked up and smiled from where she was leaning against him. He was making
a production of rubbing his erection in her ass crack, to the point that her
skirt was hiked up in the back, and he had her blouse untucked from her
skirt so that he could rub her titties. Everyone else was studiously
ignoring this display, which was having its intended effect. Half of the
school believed that Dina was providing any service that Bobby asked for
any place, any time. In reality, except for a few minutes before school,
they hadn't even seen each other. Rick took over, describing the setup with
the suites which everyone present thought was perfect.

Bobby figured he'd better get in another sally before they parted.
"Hey, Perky Tits, what're ya coverin' my clam with today?" he asked loudly.
Dina bent over, gathering her skirt, and displayed a pair of red bikinis, in
front of about 200 pair of eyes. Bobby made a production of feeling her up.
"Mmmmm, nice! Much better! Are the leg holes loose enough for me to get
around?"

"No Sweetie, they're pretty tight!" Dina replied.

"No matter you can shuck 'em" Bobby leered.

Mandi looked at Rick and raised her eyebrows. Rick shook his head,
and murmured "If I want to see them, we'll find a place where I'm the only
one who does." Mandi smiled, and leaned into him.

Jackie pulled Terry aside. "Be prepared for a rough time tonight.
Mama's been on the warpath! She figures all any boy wants is in my pants!"

Terry frowned. "There's some justification for that I'm not gonna
pass it up..."

"Yeah, but it's not your ONLY interest in me, is it?"

Terry just looked at her. 'You know better' was contained in that
look, and, as usual, it was received and acknowledged. Jackie squeezed him
a bit.

The bell rang, and Bobby and Dina pulled out all of the stops.
"Okay, Pretty Tits, time to go! Kiss me goodbye!" Bobby caroled, pointing
downward. Dina dropped to her knees and kissed the bulge in the front of
his jeans, taking her time about it. Jaws dropped all over the schoolyard.
They grinned at each other, and separated, joining the flow into the
buildings.

All day long, the pair operated in clouds of the horrified and the
admiring. Dina got comments like: "Jesus, girl! Don't you have ANY
shame?" to which she replied, "Bobby likes to show ownership. If that's
what it takes to keep him using that hose of his to put out my fire..."

Bobby got "Wow! How did you get Dina to DO that stuff?" Bobby's pat
answer: "Start 'em young and train 'em right, and they'll do anything to
keep the orgasms flowing!"

By the end of the day, both had also been approached by the school
administration in one form or another, and asked to "keep it clean". Since
no one had actually exposed themselves, not much more could be done. All in
all, it was a very satisfying day from the perspective of meeting Dina's
goals. A couple of the 'A' group even let it be known that they were
somewhat peeved to have Dina and Bobby steal their thunder at this critical
time, when preparations for the Prom were supposed to be making THEM famous.

Dina and Bobby made sure that they were seen leaving school together
at the end of the day, but Dina was surprised to see Bobby stick with Rick.
"Where are you three going?" she queried Bobby.

Bobby blushed and ducked his head, uncharacteristically silent. Now
Dina KNEW something was up! Rick provided the response. "We're going to
Mandi's."

"Why Bobby? And why isn't he saying anything?"

Bobby started to speak, but Rick stopped him with an upraised hand.
"Pipe down you'll just get yourself in trouble. I'll handle this!"
Turning to Dina, he responded to her questions, "Bobby's attending a little
training course I set up."

Dina gave her brother the fish eye. "What kind of training?"

Rick couldn't come up with anything slick, so he decided to bluster.
"See here, Sis! I know what you and Bobby have planned. I didn't want
Bobby to fuck it up and ruin your night, so I arranged for someone to break
him in."

Dina turned on Mandi, who threw out her hands. "Not me!"

Rick stepped between them and continued, "No, not Mandi! Despite
the fact that I've been told in no uncertain terms that I can share her if I
wish, I DON'T, any more than Bobby shares you and vice versa. But Helen
has been doing without for some time, and I convinced her to step up to the
plate..."

"Auntie Helen? Mandi's mum? I'll be damned!" Dina began to grin,
despite herself.

"You have to admit she's not a threat..." Bobby ventured.

"Just the same, I'm supervising this time! And you'd better get
good grades, Bobby McCormick!"

Bobby was the closest Rick had ever seen to peeing his pants. Who
could have seen THIS coming? Rick just grinned and shook his head.

When they arrived at Mandi's, everyone dug into their homework with
a minimum of horseplay. Rick was running things here, and he wanted things
DONE, BEFORE the fun started. Oh, sure, everybody engaged in a little
touchiefeelie, and everybody supped from his or her lover's lips a couple
of times, but it was perfunctory until the homework was taken care of.
Mandi and Rick finished first, and moved to the couch to do some serious
mutual molestation, while Dina helped Bobby with his Geometry II. The pair
then occupied the loveseat from which Bobby had been teased two days before.

At 5:45 p.m., Helen walked in on the two necking couples.
Recognizing Dina, she stopped, cold, in her own living room doorway. Dina
regarded her levelly. "It's okay. I just want to make sure he gets trained
MY way!"

"All right, Dear," Helen responded, trying to assess the
implications. "How do you want to handle it?" Bobby looked back and forth
between his girlfriend and the woman who had taken his cherry. Clearly HE
had no input!

Dina got up, crossed to Helen, and, to her immense surprise, hugged
her! "We'll figure it out. Why don't you get comfortable, and we'll map
something out when you come back?" She went back to sit on the loveseat
with a stricken Bobby, while a bemused Helen made her way to her bedroom to
change.

Fifteen minutes later, Helen returned, looking cooler in one of her
habitual outfits, a diaphanous robe, worn open. Rick and Mandi abandoned
the couch, moving to the loveseat so the trio could have more room. Helen
sat on Dina's left, and Bobby on her right. At Helen's questioning glance,
Dina began to assess the situation. "So, what have you done so far?"

"Well, let's see... I sucked his cock..."

A snort. "I've done that!" In the background, Rick gave Mandi a
significant glance at hearing this development.
"I emphasized what a great way it is to 'take the edge off' so that
he does nothing premature later. And I made him eat pussy..."

"He's quite good at that, isn't he?"

"Talented." Helen grinned. Bobby's grey face began to resume its
normal color. "I rode him, demonstrating one of the best ways for a woman
to control the penetration during the defloration."

Dina nodded. This was a good idea!

"Then we all got a little carried away, and I let him do me 'doggy
style'!"

Dina winked at Rick. "Orgy time, huh?" Both Mandi and Rick
blushed.

Helen, unperturbed, said, "No we didn't exchange partners, or
anything. Just a little kissing. I'll enjoy Rick some other time..."

Rick's eyes rolled up. "Oh God..."

Dina howled with laughter. "I knew there was something about you that
I liked! Thank God you're going to be a relative! I'm gonna set you on
Mum!" After she had settled down a bit, she asked, "Okay, what were you
PLANNING on doing, before I showed up?"

"I thought that we would practice with me on top for a bit, then move
on to the missionary position. I thought that maybe we'd finish up with a
little anal play."

"Oooooo! Goodie! Don't change a thing! I'll just provide pointers for
things I know make ME feel good!"

"Okay. I think we should fellate him again, first although the poor
dear may need more of a startup than usual!" Helen eyed Bobby, who was too
bewildered to hold an erection.

"Can I help?" Dina asked.

"Oh, yes, Dear! It will be good practice for you both! Why don't you
get his attention give him some breasts to suck, and so forth while I
get him started. Then we can switch off, and watch each other's technique!"
Helen attained a severe expression, and pontificated, waving a finger, "Now,
whoever takes the load, shares!"

Dina was delighted! "Done!"

Rick cleared his throat. "Since everything is going well here, I'm
taking Mandi to my house. OK?"

"Fine, Dear," Helen replied, bemused, as she shucked off Bobby's
jeans. "I'll bring Dina home and pick up Mandi later. Have a good time!"
Dina smiled and waved at the departing couple with the hand that wasn't
holding Bobby's face against her left tittie.

Now that the women had stopped talking about him like he wasn't there,
Bobby began to feel a bit more comfortable. In fact, as Dina resumed feeding
him a breast, and he began to run his hands across the smooth skin of her
back and buttocks, he got a LOT more comfortable. The added sensation of
his erection growing rapidly in Helen's warm, wet mouth pretty much
transformed things to Heavenly. After a very few moments, Helen lifted her
head and announced, "He's up and running. Want to get some?" Dina nodded
and hopped down off the couch, kneeling beside Helen to replace her
servicing Bobby's cock. Dina didn't mess around; she ovalled her lips and
pulled the head right in, stopping at the crown to work the underside with
the flat of her tongue. Bobby, thinking he might be asked, began to compare
methods. Helen's mouth seemed softer, wetter, more voluptuous Bobby
thought that it might be something she was doing with her tongue, but he
couldn't put his finger on it while Dina's was hotter, wrapped tighter,
and provided a more urgent suction.

Helen was watching Dina's activity critically. Bobby, bereft of his
mouthful of tit flesh, leaned forward and took a nipple in each hand one
of Dina's and one of Helen's, and began to squeeze, pull, and twist, gently.
Both women gasped, Dina around his cock. "Mmmm, that's nice, Bobby!" Helen
cooed, "Women differ over how much pressure they like when you're working on
a nipple; some like less and some like more. After a woman has suckled
children, they tend to tolerate and demand more, and will go to the
point of pain. Young girls like Dina, however, won't want that but they
won't want you to be too gentle, either. They want to feel more than a
tickle." Bobby compared the two breasts, which could not have been more
different. Helen's huge nipple and its surrounding aureole was almost the
size of Dina's entire pert brownnippled breast! Dina's nipples and their
supporting aureole were puffy caps on her conical breasts; Helen's appeared
to be more integrated with the surrounding flesh more of a color
transition. Both were sensitive, however, and both women were enjoying the
attention.

Helen began offering tips to Dina. "Careful with the suction! You
can suck too much! While it pulls in your cheeks, the lips and tongue are
more effective. Move your tongue along the underside as you take him in,
and tighten your lips as you back off." Dina applied these tips, and Bobby
began to quiver as the tension built up. Sensing the impending climax,
Helen directed, "Okay, pull back to the head and whip your tongue around it.
Remember to save some for me!" Dina did as she was instructed, and Bobby
let go of the women's breasts and grabbed hunks of the couch cushions as he
stiffened and his eyes rolled back. Then he began to come in great gouts.
After the fourth shot, Dina began waving her hands and grunting urgently.
Helen took the hint and moved down to replace her as a receptacle. The swap
went well Helen took one shot in her open mouth before she could wrap her
lips around Bobby' pulsating erection, but nothing got wasted. She took
another three or four shots before Bobby's penis stopped the heavy
pulsations that supported ejaculation. Then she began teasing his
oversensitized erection with her tongue, grinning at Dina.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Bobby moaned, and collapsed back onto the couch.

Dina smiled, and said, "You know, I think that went pretty well!"
Bobby rolled his eyes, still collapsed weakly on the couch.

"I think so," Helen replied. Turning to Bobby she directed "Wake up,
you! We're not done with you yet!" Helen rose up and went to get drinks,
instructing the others to divest themselves of whatever clothing they had
left on and move to the carpet. On her return, she handed out Cokes, and
shucked out of her robe. Addressing herself to Dina, she asked, "Dear, are
you protected?"

Dina lowered her soda and nodded, "I'm on the Pill."

"Do you trust Bobby?" Another nod. "Do you trust ME?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then we can dispense with 'rubber training' unless you want
it?"

Dina thought about it, then shook her head, "Nah. One thing's certain
it's not as much fun!"

Helen nodded, "But several times more dangerous. There's stuff out
there that will kill you! Be sure you know who you're dealing with!"
Turning to Bobby, she announced, "Okay, on with the main event!" Bobby had
basically recovered, merely presented with visual stimulation. Helen
solidified his erection by bobbing her lips on it a few times, then backed
off. Looking at Dina, she announced, "I have an idea! Since you're here,
we can examine the benefits of the position without QUITE finishing
everybody off then I will finish Bobby with a penetration."

Dina and Bobby said "Huh?" simultaneously.

Helen grinned, "Okay, look. The missionary position is perfect for
well, call it 'dry humping' for lack of a better term. Actually, it's more
than that, and can be VERY satisfying. Dina, you lay out with your knees up
and your feet flat on the floor. Bobby, you kneel over her. Go ahead, lay
your cock across her mound." Bobby did so. "Now stroke, just like you were
penetrating her."

Bobby drove forward, sliding his penis across the top of Dina's mound.
Both of them gasped with pleasure. Bobby got the delicious feel of Dina's
pubic hair and clitoral hood sliding along the sensitive underside of his
penis, and Dina got direct stimulation of her clitoris. Helen eyed the
junction, and declared "Nice, huh? But we can make it better! Dina, throw
your legs over his shoulders. That will get Bobby a better stroke along the
vulva, and will offer you a measure of control." Dina followed
instructions, and moaned in surprise and pleasure. The change allowed Bobby
to drive his penis along the soft, wet flesh between her open labia, and
provided even better clitoral stimulation. Bobby benefited from the
addition of Dina's lubrication. After very few slow strokes, Dina began to
gasp and moan, breathing hoarsely and rolling her head from side to side.
Bobby turned red, and beads of sweat popped out on his forehead as he tried
to maintain the action for Dina without ejaculating all over her stomach.

Dina found that by rolling her hips up, she could maximize the
contact. "Ohhhh....Mmmmm.....Ahhhhh....Nnnnnn...." Bobby's arms began to
shake, not because he was tired, but because he was losing control of his
body. That little bit of additional stimulation set Dina off. She wailed
"OH JESUS!!!" and crushed her mons against Bobby's cock, and began to hump
him rapidly as her pussy went nuts!

Bobby quit trying to move, as Dina was thrashing enough for them both.
He just hung on and tried to maintain a stable platform for his lover to
drive herself against. Lubrication became copious as Dina gushed fluids all
over the place. Bobby lasted only a few seconds as the heat, wetness,
increased pressure, and excitement of participating in Dina's orgasm
combined to make Bobby lose ALL control and cover Dina's stomach and the
underside of her breasts with sperm.

Dina was still cumming. Every few strokes, she would see a new
pattern of stars as another wave washed over her. In the face of the
incredible stimulation, Bobby's erection continued to be rampant, so it was
a good five minutes before Dina collapsed from exhaustion, releasing the
death grip her legs were applying to his shoulders while she pumped.

Bobby was 3/4 of the way to another orgasm when Dina gave up on him,
leading him almost to lower his attack point 2 inches and deflower her right
then and there. Dina probably wouldn't have blamed him, and Helen certainly
didn't but she was alert, and when she detected the look on his face, she
reached for him and murmured "Finish in me, Bobby." She had lain on her
side next to the couple, watching and masturbating as the exercise went well
beyond expectation, so she was sopping wet and ready for Bobby immediately.
Reacting to the tug, he collapsed against her massive breasts for a moment,
then got his arms back under him, straightened himself out between her
upraised knees, and drove home in a single stroke. Once wrapped in a
vagina, Bobby's penis took no time at all to swell up and explode for the
third time in a half hour. Bobby's whole body shook as he punched out a
third load of semen, then he collapsed across Helen's soft chest, exhausted.

Dina turned glazed eyes on Helen and gasped, "Holy shit! That was
incredible!"

Helen grinned. "You got more out of it than I ever expected. Poor
Bobby's done!" It was true. Bobby was collapsed bonelessly atop Helen,
having taken mere seconds to make the transition to a sound sleep. Helen
could feel his penis finally shrinking, extracting itself from her soaked
vagina in the process.

Dina grinned back, "Well, I used him for a jungle gym! Sorry I didn't
leave you much!"

"I was just riding to the rescue! You realize that when you quit and
left him hanging, he was going to take you? He didn't think about it he
was beyond thinking! If I hadn't been here, you'd no longer be virgin!"

Dina's grin turned rueful. "I wouldn't have blamed him a bit! He
earned it!"

"Yes, he did..." Helen worked herself out from under the sleeping
teen, rolling him onto his back next to Dina so she could cuddle him. "I
don't think we'll get much more in today."

Dina smoothed the hair away from his eyes. Turning her head toward
Helen, she gestured at him with it, raising her eyebrows, "What do you
think?"

Helen smiled. "Despite his reputation, he's a good boy. A little
domestication not too much! and he'll be fine. Based upon today's
performance, he won't disappoint you. Anything else he does with me will be
for MY benefit, not his!"

"Oh, I don't know... 'Based upon today's performance' I think we could
ALL benefit from a few more sessions!" Dina grinned wickedly.

Helen regarded the sleeping Bobby, "Poor thing I hope he survives!"
Both women laughed.

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THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Fifteen

As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night,
night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be
fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your
hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure
of man.



CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 36 Sioned Stuart, 35 Kavan Stuart, 9
Arial Stuart, 7 Kerry Stuart, 3 Luke Bridges, 18 Rachael Monteverde, 19

TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart Sioned Stuart

(SIONED)

I became angry when Kieran suggested it.

"Great, that's all I need, Kieran, another mouth to feed and another kid
to clean up behind."

"I won't let that happen, Sioned. I hope we can arrange something with
Luke and his father that'll be good for both our families."

"Yeah, well, just tell me what's in it for me."

"I think there could be a lot of help and more freedom for you. The
kids are running you ragged. With two in school, you're always having to
help them. Kerry's a lovable boy but he's a damn handful as we both know.
Luke will be going to school during the day and his high school is right
next to their grammar school. He could drive them instead of you and he'll
have his own car covered under his father's insurance. He can help them
with their schoolwork. He can baby sit with them in the afternoon when you
want to go shopping instead of dragging them with you. He can even baby
sit at night and we might be able to go out once in a while. When it's
warm enough for them to swim, he can watch them in the pool."

"When's he going to study? He'll be in his last year of high school and
he might have to crack a book."

"His father says he's a smart kid and makes good grades. He's always
worked hard in school without his parents pushing him. He's a good kid
who's never caused any trouble at home. He can make his own time to study.
The kids go to bed a couple of hours before he does. He can study then."

"And who'll do his laundry?" I asked. "Who'll do the cooking for him?"

"Damn it, Sioned, I think he could be a lot of help around here in
return for his board. He can get his own breakfast. I do it because I
like to fix my own. He'll be at school for lunch. Some nights we order in
something and sometimes I bring something home. You cook three or four
times during the week. I'm happy with that arrangement. Would it be that
much trouble to cook a little more for him?"

"You'll make it clear he has to keep his own room clean and do all of
his own laundry?"

"Yes."

"And he has to help with stuff just like a family member. Cleaning up
the dishes. Taking out the garbage. If he can't be just like family, I
don't want him."

"I thought taking out the garbage was always my job."

"We might have to change something about the way we live. And I don't
want to."

"What's that?"

"What's Luke going to say when he comes in with you for the first time
and finds me and the kids naked, that's naked, like bareass, tit's
bouncing nude? How's an eighteen year old boy going to react?"



(KIERAN)

My old boss, Larry Bridges, was offered a promotion that required him to
relocate. He wanted the job but his son, Luke, was about to start his last
year of high school and didn't want to move. He told me about it when we
were having lunch and I started thinking of letting Luke live with us as a
temporary arrangement.

When Larry told me about his son, I was almost convinced that it would
be a good arrangement for my family and for Luke. When Larry told me about
his straightlaced religiousfanatic wife and how she got mad if he tried
to talk to his son about sex, drugs, alcohol, music, and most things teen
boys are interested in, I changed my mind.

"Y0u mean he's never even had a beer?" I asked.

"Not under his mother's roof," Larry answered.

"And your wife chews him out for saying damn?"

"Yeah, imagine what he gets from her when he says shit."

"What if he saw MTV and referred to a girl as a "sweet piece of ass?"

"He can't watch MTV. And he sure as hell doesn't talk that way around
his mother. He can relax around me but he never lets down his guard all
the way."

"Sheeiit, Larry, pardon the language, I'd like to invite him to live
with us for a year but my wife and I are totally different. My two older
kids already can talk to us about sex and I give them honest answers. We
even swim in the nude with our kids. He'd have a hard time making the
adjustment to living with us."

Larry grinned at me. "I know how your family is, Kieran. And that's
exactly what I'd like him to do make an adjustment. You might even
encourage him to get a girl friend and get him a sweet piece of ass."

"I'll talk to Sioned. If she agrees, you can tell him we'll invite him
to visit with us for a trial weekend. We'll throw everything at him.
We'll make sure he knows how we live and he can make up his own mind. But,
damn, let me know if your wife wants to check us out. We'll have to clean
up our act before she comes to meet us."



(SIONED)

Luke rang the bell after lunch on Friday. Kavan and Arial were still at
school and Kerry was following me around the house.

He was certainly a nice looking young man. His khaki shorts, his blue
knit shirt, and his sneakers all looked clean and new. His hair was cut
short and neat and he was wearing glasses. He looked slim and muscular and
even sexy; I had been expecting a chubby mother's boy. When he shook my
hand, his long fingers wrapped around my hand and his palm was warm and
dry.

I showed him where his room was and he threw his bag in and took a quick
look around. I told him I had to go pick up our two oldest at school and
he offered to drive his car. I explained that we already had Kerry's child
seat in my car and so we had to use that.� I picked up Kerry, handed him to
Luke, and we went out through the garage. I handed him the keys after I
strapped Kerry in and said he could drive.

Kavan and Arial were bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of
having a young man to play with in the house. When they were strapped in
and we started back, Luke was very kind in smiling and answering all their
questions.

I told the kids to show him around the house, then the basement, and
then the yard. When I told him to carry Kerry down the stairs and to keep
an eye on him outdoors, he even seemed pleased at the prospect.

When they all came back up the stairs, the kids took off their sneakers.
I yelled at Luke that we liked to go barefooted in the house. He looked
surprised but he took his off too. I watched the kids to make sure they
didn't take anything else off. They'd been told not to undress unless I
said it was OK but I knew how much they liked to run around the house and
play in the nude when it was warm.

Kieran came in from work early as he had promised. He'd already met
Luke so they talked for a few minutes and then Kieran went to change into
shorts and shirt. When he came back in the family room, he seemed to have
forgotten the shirt. He invited Luke to sit with him on the deck and the
kids followed them out. I got two bottles of the dark beer Kieran liked
and took them out on the deck.

"Thanks, sweetie, that's just what I need, something cold and wet." He
looked at Luke. "Would you like a beer, Luke? This is one of my
favorites."

"Mom won't allow beer in the house," he said.

"Damn, kid, your mother's not here, is she?" Kieran said. "I asked you
if you wanted a fucking beer."

Luke appeared shocked and looked up at me, standing there with the beer
in my hand.

"Luke, he did that on purpose, I said. "He doesn't usually use
profanity in front of the kids but there's not much they haven't heard.
Anyway, this is our house and we don't live like your parents. If you stay
with us, you'll have to follow our rules, not hers.� Now, Kieran, ask him
again."

Kieran smiled at Luke, looking something like a child who has been
chastised by his mother and told to mind his manners.

"Luke, would you like a beer? This is one of my favorites."

He beamed and took the other beer from my hand.

Dinner was spaghetti with Italian sausage, salad, and garlic bread. I'd
bought a larger size jar of sauce, cooked more pasta, and added two extra
pieces of sausage to the pan. I'll have to admit it wasn't really any more
work for me. Luke ate like he hadn't had a meal in days.

After dinner, Kieran told Luke that everybody except Kerry had to help
clean the kitchen and nobody left until we were finished. "At home, my
mother always insists on cleaning up by herself," Luke said. "Then she has
to say something about how much work we make her do. I think I like your
way better."



(KIERAN)

After dinner, I led the kids and Luke out in the back yard again.
Sioned begged off, knowing what was likely to happen. The kids began to
run wild and soon had Luke chasing them. When he caught Kerry, Kavan and
Arial piled on him and brought him down in the grass. When I sat down
nearby, they attacked me. Before it was over, we were all hot and sweaty
and covered with grass clippings. Luke and I ended up on our backs, with
Kavan on my stomach, Arial on Luke's, and Kerry running around jumping on
both of us. Kavan stretched out on me and kissed me on the cheek and I
wrapped my arms around him. Luke watched us and when Arial lay down on him
and kissed him, he wrapped his arms around her and looked at me with a very
happy smile on his face.

"Luke, we'll let them play a little more and then we're going to take
them into the basement for a shower. Sometimes I help them bathe and
sometimes Sioned does it. Most of the time we both do it. You'll be
expected to help bathe them."

"But Arial's a girl. I'm not supposed to bathe her, am I? Am I
supposed to get in there with them naked?"

"Yes, Arial's a girl, was the last time I looked. But she's used to
seeing her brothers and me naked. Are you any different from us? And I
think you usually get naked when you shower, don't you?"

"But I'm not supposed to touch little kids, especially when they're
naked," he argued.

"Luke, Sioned and I have bathed the kids for years. We've always washed
their genitals and their butts as well as everything else. Kavan can
pretty much wash himself now. Arial can too except that we usually end up
shampooing her hair and making sure it's rinsed. Kerry has to have the
full treatment from somebody."

"Mr. Stuart, I'm not used to bathing with anybody else. My mother
won't even let me do it at school because she thinks stuff goes on in the
showers there."

"Luke, you can call me Kieran or even old man but don't call me Mr.
Stuart. You and I'll wash them tonight together and we'll both wash
ourselves. I think you'll see there's nothing going on except we're all
getting clean."

In the basement Kavan and Arial struggled out of their clothes and I
stripped Kerry. I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuttoned my shorts
and kicked them off. Luke turned his back while he took his off. I could
almost see him struggle with having to turn around and face us. When he
did, he turned out to be nothing remarkable, just a normal eighteenyear
old male with normal size cock and balls. I noticed that the kids paid no
attention to that part of his body.

I sent Kavan for the bench to sit on while I adjusted the water. The
kids and I got in and got wet. Arial took Luke's hand and led him under
the shower. When we were all rinsed off, I told Luke to sit down on the
bench. I handed him the kid's shampoo and Arial immediately walked in
front of him and tried to back up. When she bumped into his knees, she
turned around, pushed his legs apart, and backed up. Luke looked up at me,
smiled, and started shampooing her hair. I grabbed Kerry and started
scrubbing him.

As I expected, Kavan took his soapy washcloth, pulled his foreskin back,
and proceeded to rub his dick to erection. When I saw it, I touched Luke's
shoulder, told him to look, that Kavan wanted us to admire his hard work. I
think Luke blushed even in the warm shower.

When we were finished, Kavan got towels for them. He kept one and
started drying off by himself. I handed one to Luke and kept one for
Kerry. Luke seemed reluctant to touch Arial around her hips. "Luke, just
press the towel up against her vulva in front and then between her butt
cheeks in back. I always do and she'll expect it from you."

The three kids went up the stairs to the kitchen, Kavan and Arial
holding Kerry's hands as he struggled up the steps. I watched the three
beautiful little butts, as usual, until they disappeared.

Luke was under the warm shower, watching the parade too. He moved over
when I got under the water. He handed me the soap and I grabbed a cloth
and lathered up. When I pulled back my foreskin and washed my dick, I
noticed Luke watching.

"This is family, Luke. I hope someday, you'll know what it's like to
have a family like this. There're still some things you and I and my wife
have got to talk about after the kids are in bed. But whattaya say so far.
It may be a temporary arrangement but do you think you want to be part of
this family for a year?"

He just looked at me and smiled.



(SIONED)

When Kieran and Luke came upstairs, the kids were all sitting on the
couch in the family room, waiting to be read to.� I'd wondered how far
Kieran would get in indoctrinating Luke. They both had put their shorts
back on and I saw grass stains all over the khaki fabric for both of them.

"Luke," I said, "I know you agreed that you'd do your own laundry. But
your shorts and Kieran's are covered with grass stains. You'd both better
take them off and let me treat them tonight so the stains'll come out."

Luke looked at Kieran in bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

"Luke," Kieran said, "we're hitting you with everything right up front.
You need to know what your life is going to be for the next year if you
move in with us. Sioned and I like to go nude around the house. We swim
in the nude. There's even a place out in the country where a whole bunch
of families go nude together. We can't change the way we are. Can you
change the way you are?"

He looked at the three kids, all clean, hair combed, faces shining,
holding books and waiting for someone to read to them, and still naked. He
looked at me and finally at Kieran. He unzipped his shorts, took them off,
and handed them to me. Kieran did the same. I gave them both one quick
glance and headed for the laundry room.

"Would one of you read to the kids, please?" I said.

When I came back to the family room, Luke was sitting on the couch,
naked except for Kerry in his lap. Arial was on one side and Kavan was on
the other. I listened and noted that Arial or Kavan corrected him if he
missed a word. Kavan was an excellent reader and Arial was making fast
progress. Besides, they'd memorized the book from the many times we'd read
it to them. They'd picked an easy book from Dr. Seuss tonight, not one of
the ones on dinosaurs or paleontology or astronomy they usually liked to
read or have read to them. I wondered what Luke would've done if they'd
picked one of their books on sex.



(KIERAN)

Luke carried the sleeping Kerry to bed. I tucked Kavan in and kissed
him. Luke started to leave the room but saw Kavan had his arms
outstretched. "You've got to kiss him good night."

In Arial's room, I sat down on the side of her bed and pulled the sheet
up over her naked little body. I leaned over for my nightly hug and kiss.
When I stood up, she held out her arms for Luke. When he sat down on the
bed and leaned over her, she gave him the same hug and kiss. She even ran
her hand through his hair. "I hope you come stay with us, Luke," she
whispered.

When we were walking down the hall toward the family room, he put his
hand on my shoulder and stopped me. "Is it like this every night?"

"Yes, but you're not expected to put them to bed every night. That's a
job for their father and mother. But you should do it once in a while;
they'll want you to."

"Kieran, old man, whatever, I can't go back in there with your wife.
I've kept my penis under control for the last coupla hours. If she gets
naked, I don't think it's gonna listen to me."

I listened for a minute to see if I could hear it, I mean her. "I think
she's back in the bedroom. Go on out on the deck and turn out the lights
in the kitchen and family room. I'll tell her where we are. The three of
us need to talk and maybe you'll feel better in the dark."

He started to walk away and I called after him, "Luke, you can say
penis, your dick, your cock. We all do, it's OK."

A few minutes later, I found him sitting in one of the chairs on the
deck. There was enough light to see him but I guessed he could hide
something if he wanted to.

"This is important for you, Luke. I told your father about the way we
are in our family. He knows we go nude at home and at a place in the
country. He knows I'm already talking to my two oldest about sex and Kerry
hears it all too. He said he hoped you'd be able to make an adjustment.
He even told me to encourage you to get a girl friend and get yourself, in
his words, `a sweet piece of ass'."

"Dad said that?" he asked. The emotion in his voice was clear.

"Yes."

"Kieran, I feel sorry for him. He tries to keep peace with Mom. I
guess I do too. She's awfully hard to live with."

"You don't have to live with her anymore, Luke. You can live with us
for the next year. After that, your father's planning to send you to
college. You should still treat them as your mother and father and give
them your love. But you're about to be an adult and you can choose whether
you want to live your life by their rules or by your own."

I could tell by his words that he was choked up, maybe even crying a
little.



(SIONED)

Kieran had told me I could get undressed before I came out on the deck.
Just not to turn any lights on. When I walked out, Kieran was saying
something to Luke about living by rules. I think Luke almost stood up
before he realized I was as naked as they were.

"Kieran," I said, "Luke's passed the most important test of all with
flying colors."

"What test?" Luke asked, surprised.

"The kid test, Luke, we've been giving you that test since you came in
this afternoon. I agree with my wife. You made an A on the kid test."

"He's having a hard time with the other test though," I punned. "I
think he reacts normally to naked women, don't you, Luke?"

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, to talk to Luke. "Luke, don't
worry if you react to me that way. Kieran does and I'm very glad of it.
It's the most normal reaction of a man to a woman. You'll get used to
being naked around us. You can handle it."

"Sioned and I have the kind of marriage every man should want," Kieran
said. "I said I loved her before we were married but I love her even more
now. With our three kids, I don't think I could ever ask for more love
from her or from the kids."

"Yes, Luke, he's right about that. And the sex is pretty damn good too.
We didn't invite you here to get involved in that part of our marriage.
But you've got to be involved in the love part if you're going to live with
us, especially with the kids."

"Yeah, but I was just eighteen last month. I've never had a girl
friend. I don't know what I'd do with one if I had one. I stay horny night
and day. I can't control my feelings."

"Luke, you don't have to worry about your sexual feelings," I said.
"You're a normal young man. Be glad you are. If you get aroused, you can
go in your room and do something about it. You're going to be taking care
of your own room. Get yourself a bottle of baby oil. I'll give you a
stack of old towels; we have plenty of those. Just don't let them pile up
too long. Your room might smell a little strong if you do."

I could tell that he was looking back and forth from Kieran to me. "You
mean you don't care if I jack off? Mom found semen on my sheets at home
once and chewed me out about it."

Kieran said, "Luke, we'll worry about you if you don't jack off. It's
perfectly normal for a young man like you. I did my share of it before I
got married."

"He's not quite honest with you when he says that, Luke," I said. "He
still jacks off for me once in a while because I like to watch him. I let
him watch me too. Wouldn't you like to have a marriage where you can be
that way with your wife?"

Luke seemed struck speechless by my revelation. Kieran hit him with
another. "Luke, I want you to start thinking about your lack of a
girlfriend. This will be your home for the next year if you decide to stay
with us. We're going to do a lot of talking. I think you need some
mantoman advice. How'd you like to invite a girl here to watch a movie
on TV? You can even turn the lights out and make popcorn, hell, make out.
You two can do whatever you both agree on. We can stay in our bedroom and
you can take her home at any hour her parents permit."

He looked back and forth at the two of us again. "I'm ready to move in
if you'll have me."

"Don't be in a hurry to decide. You've got until Sunday night to make
up your mind," Kieran advised. "Just remember, you're going to be treated
like family, no more, no less. We want you to be a big brother to three
kids. It won't be easy."

"Luke," I said, "I told you we're very open about sex. That doesn't
mean we have an open marriage; do you know what that is?"

"No, what is it?"

"An open marriage is one in which both the husband and the wife are free
to have other sexual partners. We've never done that. But we aren't going
to hide our sexual life in our own home from you. You'll just have to deal
with it. Maybe we can help you find a love of your own."

Kieran stood up and held out his hand to me. "Speaking of sex, are you
ready to go to bed yet? Luke can watch TV if he wants to."

"I've got a better idea. You two come on in the kitchen with me," I
said.

When we were in the kitchen, I asked Kieran to turn on the light. When
he did, Luke couldn't take his eyes off my breasts and my thatch of red
hair between my legs.

I walked up to him until my breasts were pressed against his chest.
"Put your cheek next to mine." He did and I put my arms around his waist.
"Put your hands on my behind." He hesitated, looking at Kieran, but he did
what I said. "Now hold me tight against you until you've got a hardon."
That didn't take long. I put my hands on his ass and pressed him against
me until he began to squirm. When I kissed the side of his neck, I felt a
twitch in his cock.

"Now take this," and I gave his cock a gentle pull, "to bed with you.
Get the baby oil out of the bathroom and a wet cloth and a towel. Enjoy
yourself and be proud you can. Kieran and I are going to enjoy ourselves
too."

"And get a good night's sleep," Kieran said. "The kids are going to
wear you out tomorrow and Sioned and I still need to talk to you some
more."



(KIERAN)

The next morning, Sioned and I were in the kitchen when Luke came in.
He was naked and seemed well rested. Kavan was on one of the stools eating
breakfast. Sioned poured him a large glass of orange juice and sat it in
from of him. She put a mug in front of him and when he nodded yes, she
poured him a cup of coffee.

"I'm cooking omelets this morning, Luke," I said. "You can have yours
made to order as long as it's what I've got on the counter. Sioned cooks
breakfast on weekends sometimes too. You can try your hand at fixing for
all of us whenever you want to. Sometimes we all just fend for ourselves."

Sioned opened the refrigerator to get something out. I saw where Luke's
eyes were fastened. When I looked at Sioned, she was bent over to one of
the lower shelves, her lovely rear turned toward us. I could see the soft
mounds on each side of her opening and the red hair around it. I wondered
if she had done it deliberately to give Luke a look.

"Sioned's a beautiful woman, isn't she Luke?" I asked. He nodded yes
and looked at me guiltily. "I don't care if you look at her. It's hard
not to look and it's hard when you do look, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's hard already."

"Luke, believe me, you can stay here with us and learn to deal with our
nudity. My kids have seen me hard before. Kavan has to show me his every
time he showers. Sioned's already seen you. It's just not a problem as
far as we're concerned."

"Yeah, Dad," Kavan said, "Luke's got a hardon. It's not as big as
yours but it's a nice one, isn't it, Luke?"

I thought Luke was going to blush as red as my wife's hair.

"How many eggs, Luke," I asked.

"Three, with some of everything. And three pieces of toast. And could
I have another glass of orange juice, please."

"You're going to be family, Luke; get it yourself."

He walked over to the refrigerator, his cock pointing straight out,
weaving from side to side, poured himself another big glass of juice, and
walked back, cock still pointing from side to side. Sioned watched and
gave him a smile and said, "Good for you, Luke."



After breakfast I asked Luke to get dressed in some old clothes. When
he said he hadn't brought any old ones, I went to our bedroom and rummaged
in the closet until I found an old shirt and shorts for him. I grabbed
some rubber sandals too since his feet looked bigger than mine. I got
clothes for me that were just as worn out.

When I tossed the sandals and clothes to him, he looked puzzled.

"Let's get dressed," I said. "We're going to do the car test next."

"I'm a good driver," he said. "Dad gave me the car and said it was mine
until I had an accident or got a ticket. I've got enough sense not to mess
up."

"I just want you to move it off the street and drive it down behind the
house. I'll open the gate. I want to go over the important things on the
car to see how you take care of it."

When he parked under the tree behind the house, he got out smiling.
"This is one thing you can't catch me on. I do all my own maintenance.
It's in great shape. I intend to keep this little Beamer for a lot of
years."

I checked the tires and found they were almost new with no signs of
uneven wear. When I checked the brakes, they were in excellent condition,
still showing signs of recent work. The exhaust system was also like new.
When I lifted the hood, everything again was spotless and showed signs of
recent cleaning. I checked the fluids even though I knew by now that
they'd be full.

"Blue Bird has almost 80,000 miles on her. I think she should be good
for two or three hundred thousand, don't you?" he asked me, with evident
pride.

"I wasn't really checking out the car, Luke; I was checking out you."

"Oh," he said quietly, "do I pass?"

We stayed in the house most of the day and Luke gradually became more
comfortable around us. The kids couldn't stay away from him or off him.
About midafternoon, I decided he needed a little private time.

"Kids, I want you to go lie down for an hour and be quiet. If you're
good, we'll all go swimming when you get up. Luke needs a little rest."

Luke and I led the kids to their bedrooms and he smiled at me as he went
in his room and shut the door.� He saw Sioned waiting for me at the door to
our bedroom.

About four, we all went swimming for over an hour. Luke played with the
kids in what seemed like genuine pleasure. He and Kavan got in a wrestling
match. He held Arial while she wrapped her arms around his neck and her
legs around his middle. He even worked with Kerry for a while teaching him
to swim. When we got out, we rinsed off in the shower and I started the
grill for steaks. Sioned and Arial went to the kitchen to do the rest of
the fixings. I sent Kavan for two beers. I drank mine in a hurry and then
let a big belch escape. Kavan got a big laugh out of it as usual. When
Luke let out an even louder one, we all ended up laughing. We ate at the
picnic table under the tree and sat until the light faded.

We were sitting around in the family room talking when I saw Kerry was
close to falling asleep. I asked Luke if he'd put him to bed.

He stood up and picked up Kerry. Kerry wrapped himself around Luke and
put his head on his shoulder. Luke hesitated before leaving the room.

"Kieran, I'm ready to come live with you and your family if you and
Sioned are sure you'll have me."

I stood up too and pulled Sioned and the other two kids to their feet. I
wrapped my arms around Luke and Kerry. The others knew what was expected.
They gathered around and joined in Luke's first group hug.

"Luke," I said, "if you stay with us, you're going to be a part of this
family, just like our three kids are."



Luke was in school during the week and at home every night and weekends.
Our routine settled down to a peaceful happy family again. Luke seemed to
come out of his shell more and more each day. I knew we had all made the
right decision. Sioned and I joked with Luke about his perpetually horny
condition. He seemed to be able to relax even when his cock reared its
head in our presence. The kids came to accept his frequent arousals as
something normal for Luke. Sioned didn't try to hide herself from him.
She and Luke seemed to reach a friendly joking attitude toward it. She'd
even tell him occasionally that it, his dick, was misbehaving and he needed
to go to his room and stay there until it could be good. He even stopped
blushing at being sent to his room.



We had a wonderful Indian summer starting in September. The nights were
a little cool and I knew we'd soon have to reduce our nude activities
indoors and stop them outdoors.

On a Saturday night, Luke read to the kids and then put them all to bed.
He came back in the kitchen still naked since our early afternoon swim.
Sioned was leaning over the kitchen sink, wiping it clean. I was standing
behind her, my cock pressed up against her ass, my hands holding her
breasts, nuzzling her neck, when Luke came back in. He silently sat down
in a chair and watched. I kept playing with Sioned and she had her head
back, eyes closed in pleasure. I watched Luke, watching us, and saw his
cock begin to swell. He casually dropped one hand down to it and began to
stroke it slowly with his thumb and two fingers.

I whispered in Sioned's ear that Luke was behind us. She turned and
noted his condition. "Hello, Luke," she said, and kept watching him as I
probed between her legs with my cock.

"Sioned, would you like to give Luke a lesson?" I whispered, but loud
enough for Luke to hear.

"I'm not sure," she said, her eyes still on Luke's hard cock. "Looks
like he doesn't need any lessons on how to jerk off."

"He knows how to do himself," I said, "Let's go in the family room and
you can show him how you do it."

"Kieran, we can't do that," she protested and reached back and pulled on
something that had grown to full size.

"Why not? He's eighteen. Wouldn't you like to watch both of us do it?"
I walked over and sat down beside Luke, put my thumb and two fingers on my
cock, mimicking Luke's grip, and began to stroke my cock up and down.

"Luke, would you like to watch me?" Sioned asked. "Kieran's a typical
male voyeur. But I'll admit I get hot watching him do it."

Luke looked at me, as though asking my permission.

"I'm the one who suggested it, Luke," I said. "I think you can learn
something about men and women by watching. But I want to give you a
lecture first. Can you hold onto what you've got for a few minutes? I'll
try to make it short and sweet."

He nodded and wrapped both hands, one above the other, around his dick.

"Luke, you're not circumcised and I'm not either. You should be as
thankful to your dad for that as I am to mine. Circumcising boys grew out
of religious beliefs many years ago that masturbation was a sin. Our
foreskins are important in making sex and masturbation feel good. They
figured if the removed the skin, their boys wouldn't sin. Would you say
that was a stupid attitude to take?"

"Yeah, I sure am. Dad told me that was one of the few battles with Mom
that he fought hard to win."

"Good for your father. I think my kids have a right to experience the
sexual pleasure of their body whenever they want to. I think it's
perfectly normal; it shouldn't be something to hide. When my kids ask you
to let them watch, I hope you'll show them."

"I can't do that, Kieran; I don't want to hurt your kids. I don't want
to do anything to make you kick me out."

"Luke, if you do let them watch, just don't close the door to your
bedroom. You won't hurt the kids by letting them watch you jack off. You
can even let Sioned or me watch along with the kids. But just let me ask
you one question."

He looked at me, waiting for the question.

"We'll trust you not to hurt our kids. Will you trust yourself?"

He looked at me and then at Sioned. "I'd never hurt your kids. The
more I'm around them, the more I love them. I've always hated being a
single kid. I used to daydream about having sisters or brothers. I wish
you could know how much I like being a part of your family, even if it is
just a temporary arrangement."

"Luke," Sioned said, "living with us is a temporary arrangement. Being
part of our family can last as long as you wish."

"I've got one more point, Luke," Kieran said. "Would you believe that
women in some societies are mutilated so that they don't get much pleasure
out of fucking or masturbation? I don't know where that stupid idea came
from but would you want to deny a woman the sort of feelings you enjoy."

"No, but I don't know whether they feel the same thing. I don't know
that much about women, except what I've read in books.� And books just tell
you how things work; they don't tell you how anything feels."

"OK, now we're all three going in the family room. We're going to
arrange the chairs in a triangle, so each of us can watch two others. I
want you to compare what I do and what Sioned does with what you do. And
try to understand that both of us are feeling the same things you are."

I held out my hand to him. "Luke, Sioned and I are real partners in
this marriage. I've never made her do anything she doesn't want to do. If
she wants to give you a few lessons, it's because we both agree on it."

He took my hand and I held out the other to Sioned. We went into the
family room and Luke and I moved two chairs to face the couch, forming a
triangle about four feet from the center of the couch to each chair and
from each chair to the other. I motioned for Luke to take the couch and
Sioned and I took the chairs.

"Luke, just hold your cock straight up, like mine; don't do anything
with it. Sioned's going to give you a good look at what you've been
sneaking peeks at."

Sioned used both hands to pull her vaginal lips apart, showing Luke the
pink and coral flesh between the lips. Luke's eyes fastened on her, wide
open, and I wondered if he was ever going to blink.

"Now use your hand, Luke."

He started moving his hand up and down, sliding the skin up until his
hand just touched his glans and then back down. He was much too fast. I
knew he'd come in no time if kept up his frantic pace.

"Stop, Luke, just hold it for a minute. I'm going to get something," I
told him.

I went into the bathroom and found the bottle of baby oil. When I came
out with it, Sioned sent me back for towels and a warning that we'd better
not get it on the couch. Luke was still holding his cock at the base. I
held his wrist and pulled his hand up until his thumb and first finger
formed a ring around the tip of the glans. I squeezed out a small amount
of oil just on the top of his glans. When I sat down again, I did the same
to mine. Luke quickly coated his cock with the oil and I slowly coated
mine.

"Watch me, Luke. When my hand stops moving, look at Sioned and follow
my example. When you've done what I did, look back over at me."

I very slowly moved my hand up and down on my cock, pulling the shaft
skin down tightly on each downstroke. After a minute or so, I held the
skin down tightly with the other hand and, with one oiled finger, I rubbed
up and down on my frenulum. When I stopped, his eyes flew back to Sioned's
open thighs and he did the same as I had done. When he stroked the
sensitive frenulum under the glans of his cock, I could hear a sharp intake
of breath.

"OK, Luke, you're about to get an important lesson," I said. "In sex,
be a gentleman let the lady come first."

I looked over at Sioned. "Honey, would you like to demonstrate how a
woman pleasures herself?"

Luke watched in enraptured awe while Sioned used her fingers. When she
threw her head back and her body stiffened and then fell slack, I knew he
understood what had happened. I started moving my hand up and down on my
cock, slowly at first. Luke watched me. When I increased my speed, he did
the same. When he erupted in a fountain of white spurts, I did the same
a minute or so later. We all sat quietly for a few minutes, waiting for
our breathing to slow down.

"You two just sit where you are," Sioned commanded. "I'm going get some
warm wash cloths to clean you up." She disappeared down the hallway. Luke
looked down at his chest and stomach, at the white strings of semen
beginning to run downward. He looked over at me and saw the same thing.

When Sioned came back, she took a cloth and wiped Luke's chest and
stomach clean. When she held his cock upright, skinned back the head and
wiped that clean, Luke looked over at me in alarm. "Watch, Luke, she's
going to get the last little bit out." She squeezed from the base and
milked his cock upward. One more bit of white semen oozed out the end.
When Sioned leaned over, took the head of his cock in her mouth, and sucked
up the last little bit, I thought he was going to fall off the couch. She
smiled and leaned over to Luke as though to kiss him. At the last minute
she moved to me, and kissed me on the mouth. I knew she was going to stick
her comeflavored tongue in my mouth. When she did, I sucked her tongue
clean.� When she cleaned my chest and stomach and cock, she ended up
squeezing the last bit out of my plumbing. She took the head in her mouth
and sucked me clean. I knew what Luke was about to get. When she kissed
him, for the first time, with my semen on her tongue, I thought he'd push
her away. Instead, he opened his mouth to hers. When she pulled away, he
turned to me with a smile on his face.

Sioned evidently decided she wasn't finished with him.

"Kieran, would you mind getting us all a small brandy. I think we might
cleanse our palates before the second course."

When I came back, Sioned gave me my instructions.

"Kieran, would you and Luke move the chairs back where they were. Then
get that tape that I like you know the one and put it in the VCR.
We're all going to sit on the couch and watch. Luke can sit in the
middle."

I knew it was Sioned's favorite because it was an erotic movie, not a
pornographic one, and it showed slow tender sex between a man and a woman,
and then another couple, and then a third pair. I think we all three of us
came with our right hand before it was over. I know Luke had his third
orgasm for the night; I think Sioned did too.



(SIONED)

By October, our relationship with Luke had grown even more relaxed and
open. We took the kids out in the woods for a long walk. The weather was
perfect for jeans and sweatshirts. We'd packed sandwiches and drinks in
two backpacks so Kieran and Luke could carry them. We hiked into the woods
on an old logging road until we found an old house, abandoned and falling
down. The kids wanted to see what they could find. We left the backpacks
in a sunny spot on the side of the house and went exploring.

The house was empty except for some old books and magazines. When I
found that some of the magazines dated back to the 1920's, I asked for help
in collecting the best. When we went out the back door onto the porch,
Luke looked on an old shelf next to the door, found a handful of
arrowheads, and showed them to the kids. They dug around in the leaves and
found even more. We looked into the old barn that was falling down.
Kieran found some old blue glasstopped canning jars and asked me if I
wanted them. Before we stopped digging we had found a couple of dozen in
various sizes.� Luke found an old crocus sack and we carefully filled it
full of jars, cushioned by newlyfallen leaves.

We ate our lunch sitting in the sun, sheltered from the wind. We had a
brief wrestling match in the leaves, Luke and Kieran against the rest of
us. Luke let us win. Afterwards the boys went to the other side of the
house to pee and Arial and I sprinkled the leaves on our side. When we
started trudging back, I realized that we'd found too many treasures. We
put the magazines and arrowheads in one knapsack and Luke volunteered to
carry it. Kavan got the backpack with the remaining water and fruit.
Kieran carried the sack of jars and I carried Kerry. We swapped around
three or four times and finally made it back to the car.

Kerry fell asleep on the ride home. Halfway, Kieran stopped the car and
let Luke drive and said he'd ride with the kids and I could sit up front.
When we got home we were all tired, dirty, and starved. Kieran turned the
heat up and I made everybody go straight to the basement to strip off. It
was the first time we'd all been in the shower together. Kavan went for
the old bench and Arial and I sat down on it. I was surprised when Kieran
made Luke swap; Kieran shampooed Arial's hair and Luke did mine. Kieran
and Luke both got erections while shampooing. Kavan saw them and played
with his until it popped up. Kerry didn't seem to care. He crawled in my
lap while Luke was combing my hair and started playing with my breasts.
After we were dried off, we went upstairs and raided the refrigerator for
leftovers.

The kids went off to the TV and Kieran and Luke and I sat at the kitchen
table talking. Luke kept looking back and forth between Kieran and me.
Suddenly, he reached over and took my hand in his and held out the other to
Kieran. When Kieran took it, he looked at us and said, "I want to thank
you for one of the best days of my life. I wish you could reach into my
heart and know what I feel like I'm part of a family."



After the kids were put to bed, Kieran went in the LivingMusic room and
turned on his favorite classical station. He had not turned on any lights.
The room was lit only by the light coming in from the family room. I went
in and joined him and curled up next to him, my feet on the couch, Kieran's
arm around me, his hand on my breast.

A few minutes later, Luke came to the door and stood looking at us.
Kieran waved him in and I moved my feet and patted the couch next to me.
When he sat down, I put my legs back up and across his lap. I pulled him
over against me and we lay there like three partiallyfallen dominos. He
listened for a minute and then said, "That's Aaron Copeland's Appalachian
Suite. It's a beautiful way to end a wonderful day." We listened together
until the piece was over.

Kieran stood up and pulled me to my feet. When Luke stood up too,
Kieran wrapped his arms around both of us and pulled us together in a
threeway hug. We stood there quietly enjoying the closeness.

When Kieran pulled away and took my hand, I stood still. "Kieran, would
it be alright with you if we took Luke to bed with us. I think he needs
another lesson, don't you?"



Even though our bedroom was a short distance from his, I couldn't
remember Luke ever being in our bedroom. He hesitated at the door until
Kieran and I both took his hands and pulled him in.

Kieran folded up the comforter on the bed, leaving just a blanket over
the sheets. We all crawled on the bed and ended up sitting crosslegged a
few feet from each other.

"Luke," Kieran began, "you can learn all about the mechanics of sex and
still be a very poor lover. It's the attitude toward your beloved and what
you do together that can make you a great lover."

"He's exactly right, Luke," I continued. "I want you to learn about
something this time that Kieran and I both enjoy doing with each other. He
taught me how wonderful oral sex can be as part of lovemaking. I'm going
to do to you tonight what Kieran did about nudity your first weekend with
us. I'm going to give you the full treatment tonight, no gradually easing
into it, just everything at once. Do you think you can handle it?"

He smiled at both of us. "How do I know if I can handle it? I've never
done it. I've heard guys talk about it but I don't know how to do it.
They like to brag when a girl does it to them."

"Luke," Kieran said, "the first thing you've got to learn is that oral
sex is a tw0way street, just like everything else in sex. You've got to
be willing to give as much as you get. In fact, you should be willing to
give more than you get if you really love some one."

"He's right, Luke. Sometimes it's wonderful even if it's one way.
Sometimes Kieran wants a quickie. He'll grab me and carry me in the
bedroom. If I'm dressed, he'll almost rip everything off. He'll shove his
dick in me with a minimum of foreplay and pound away until he comes. I
love it when he does that. I know he likes it when I turn the tables on
him and shove him down, suck him long enough to get him hard, and then ride
him until I come. That's good sex in either direction."

"But in the long run," Kieran said, "you can't make a good marriage with
selfish sex. You've got to be as much concerned with your beloved's
pleasure as your own, maybe more so. Let me ask you a question. If Sioned
gives you a blow job, will you go down on her?"

"Kieran, I'm willing to learn and to try anything. You two've already
taught me that. If she gives me a blowjob, I don't have to worry about
what to do; she'll do it. If I go down on her, I won't know what to do.
I've never seen a woman's vagina up close."

"Say cunt, Luke," I said.

"Cunt."

"Say pussy, Luke."

"Pussy."

"Say I want you to suck my cock," I said.

"I want you to suck my cock, Sioned."

"Say I want to lick your cunt."

"I want to lick your cunt."

"Which one do you want first, Luke?" Kieran asked.

He thought for a moment and I knew from his face when he realized that
Kieran had posed another test for him.

"I want to lick Sioned's cunt," he said.



(KIERAN)

At my instruction, he helped Sioned into position on the bed, one pillow
under her head and another under her hips. He spread her legs apart and
knelt between them. I stretched out beside them, my head near Sioned's
cunt.

"Look at her, Luke. At her cunt. You're on your knees. Some people
would call what you're seeing obscene. But all the human life on this
earth entered through a woman's cunt. And all the life comes out of it.
If that's not something holy, I don't know what is."

"It's beautiful, isn't it? I love her red hair down there, do you?"
Luke asked.

"Yeah, Luke, I've always loved it. Now stretch out with your face just
a foot or so away from it. I'm going to give you an anatomy lesson. When
we're through with that lesson, I'm going to tell you how to make love to a
woman with your mouth. I want you to do what I tell you until Sioned's had
at least two orgasms. Can you do that?"

"Can she have two in the next hour or two?"

"Yes, Luke, she can. "She's got her head propped up so she can watch
you. Try to keep your eyes on her eyes as you do it. If she closes her
eyes, watch her face. Then do what ever her eyes and face tell you."



It took less than five minutes for him to give her one. The second took
longer. Sioned probably almost suffocated him on the second when she
grabbed his head and held his mouth against her clitoris while she came.

Luke rose up on his knees and smiled at me, his mouth and nose and chin
glistening with Sioned's juices. He licked his lips and I knew he had
learned well.

"Now go up and kiss her, Luke. She likes to be kissed and held after
she's had an orgasm. Open your mouth to her and be very gentle with her."

When Luke rose up from kissing Sioned, I moved up beside her and took
his place. I pushed his face down to her breast. I loved the taste of her
cunt on her mouth, even though I wasn't the one who had put it there. When
I lifted my face from Sioned, Luke started kissing her again. I moved my
mouth to her breast and started gently sucking.

After a minute or so, I moved up with my mouth next to Sioned's ear and
asked her what she wanted us to do next. She pulled my head down and
whispered in my ear. I rose up and looked down at her. "At the same
time?" I asked, and she nodded.



"Luke, Sioned's going to suck your cock. She wants you to come in her
mouth. When you do, she may swallow it. She might spit it on your
stomach. She may even give you a big kiss with your come still in her
mouth. Which do you want her to do?"

Luke looked at me, probably realizing it was another test for him to
pass or fail.

"I want her to kiss me."

"Good for you, Luke," I said. "You pass again. Never refuse to kiss a
woman who's just given you a blowjob. If she's willing to get it in her
mouth, why can't you?"

At Sioned's instructions, Luke moved up to the head of the bed, propped
up, legs outspread. Sioned got on hands and knees, face above Luke's cock.
I got behind Sioned and moved closer until my cock was inches from her.

Luke looked up at me. I suppose he was asking what was going on and
what part he was supposed to play.

"I'm going to fuck her while she sucks you, Luke," I said. "Have you
ever seen a man fucking a woman from behind like this?"

"No, I've never seen it, not even in videos. Some of the guys in high
school have some but they never invite me when they're watching. They
usually do it when they're getting drunk and they know I won't drink that
much."

"Would you like to watch Kieran do it, Luke," Sioned said, "before you
get your blow job?"

When Luke was in position beside me, I held the head of my cock down in
position close to Sioned's cunt. The lips were already open and still
glistening from Luke's first lesson. I slowly began to ease my cock in, an
inch at a time, getting my shaft well lubricated from her, going deeper and
deeper until Luke could see nothing except my pubic hair against her ass. I
held still while he got back in his place.

I knew that the speed of my thrusts into Sioned's cunt would set the
pace of her mouth moving on Luke's cock. I tried to be as slow and gentle
as possible, easing into her wet silken cunt as slow as possible and
withdrawing just as slowly. I hardly caused any movement in her body. I
watched the back of her head, moving up and down while her mouth moved on
Luke's cock. She held herself up with one hand and held the base of his
cock with the other. I knew from long experience that she was stretching
the skin on the shaft downward as tightly as possible. Luke's eyes closed
and his head dropped back on the pillow.

I decided to speed up my hip movements, to pump into Sioned faster, but
to hold back so that I didn't bang against her ass with my lower stomach.
Again I watched as her head's up and down movements matched my in and out
movement. She still held Luke's cock with one hand but now she was moving
her hand up and down in pace with my thrusts.

I watched Luke's face to see if I could see any signs of what he was
experiencing. Gradually I saw the relaxed look of pleasure give way to the
frowning rictus of impending orgasm. In spite of my own advice never to
get in a race to orgasm, I didn't want to leave the hot depths of my wife
until I came. I started thrusting harder, slamming into her and she had to
put both hands down on the bed to steady herself. Perhaps she was
deliberately trying to beat me or to keep pace but she started pushing her
head lower on Luke's cock and I wondered how deeply it was penetrating into
her throat.

Luke's face gave away his feelings. He placed his hands on each side of
Sioned's head and started thrusting upward with his hips. I could hear him
groan as he started spurting in her mouth. Perhaps that was the trigger I
needed because I started spurting in her cunt at almost the same instant. I
shoved my cock in to the root and held her tightly by her hips. Luke was
rigid, almost lifting himself up off the bed.

When we both released her, she looked back at me with smoldering desire
in her eyes. I hadn't felt her come while I was inside her and I decided
to do something about that. She moved up over Luke, her lips closed
tightly and yanked him down off the pillow so that he was laying flat on
the bed. She fastened her mouth on his and held him down by his shoulders
while she gave him a semenladen openmouthed kiss. When she finally
released him, Luke was red in the face and gasping for breath and trying to
swallow.

I was still hard, something that had become increasingly rare in recent
years. I hoped I could keep it up long enough to get it in Sioned's cunt
again. I flipped her over and almost threw myself on top of her. I
reached down for my cock and shoved it into her in one push. Her arms
quickly encircled me and I reached down and pulled her legs up and back
until she was almost bent in half, her legs locked over my back. I
fastened my mouth to hers, with a fuck the sementaste fury, and started
pounding into her cunt. Within a minute I felt her cunt contracting and
squeezing around my cock. Within another minute or so, I poured out
another offering of come into her sacred cunt.

Luke was watching us with utter disbelief on his face. His cock was
hard again or still; I didn't know which and he was jerking off with one
hand while holding his balls down with the other. When Sioned saw him, she
crawled on top of him again and enveloped the head of his cock with her
mouth. I watched and listened as she sucked and slurped. I saw Luke's
balls draw up tight against the base of his cock and then almost out of
sight in his groin. Sioned started moaning when he shot another load into
her mouth.

She shoved me down on the bed next to Luke and then started to taunt or
test both of us, her lips still closed and pursed. She quickly moved over
to me and I met her half way. She stuck her semencoated tongue in my
mouth and I sucked it clean. She quickly moved over to Luke and gave his
the rest of his load. When she finished, she dropped down on the bed
between us, her face buried in the pillow, her beautiful ass in the air.
She started making muffled noises and at first I thought she was crying. I
soon realized she was laughing like mad.

The next morning, Kavan and Arial found the three of us still asleep,
all tangled up together in our bed. They pulled arms and legs until we got
up and helped them with breakfast. All they wanted was milk and cereal and
I wondered why the hell couldn't they have fixed it themselves.



The three of us had a lot to talk about over the next few days. I asked
Luke not to try to do anything with Sioned when I wasn't home. I explained
that we had always been open and honest with each other and I didn't want
there be any secrets between us. He thought for a few minutes and said he
understood.

"Perhaps you and Sioned could schedule a refresher lesson for me
someday. I might forget some of the points of my first lesson."

He got more than one refresher lesson and Sioned and I even introduced
him to a few new points on the same subjects.



Luke's mother and father wanted him to come visit them at their new home
for Thanksgiving. They sent tickets for his flight and we dropped him off
at the airport. The kids wanted him to stay with us and I could tell he
wanted to stay.

When I picked him up at the airport on Sunday night, he seemed very
quiet and didn't want to talk about his visit. When we got home, Sioned
had already put the kids to bed. Luke went in his own room and shut the
door.

Sioned asked me what was wrong, easily picking up the same signals that
I had that Luke was unhappy. When I told her I didn't know, she took my
hand and led me to Luke's room. "I'm going to find out," she said, "if
he's hurting, I want to help him."

She knocked on Luke's door and we waited a minute until he finally
opened it. His eyes were red and wet with tears and he was sniffing.
Without a word, Sioned pulled his head down on her shoulder and wrapped her
arms around him. His arms slowly moved to encircle her. Over the top of
his head, Sioned looked at me and motioned for me to come closer. I moved
against Luke from the other side and started to rub his neck and shoulders.
He broke out into uncontrolled sobbing and we both held him until it had
run its course.

"Kieran, would you get us all a glass of wine?" she asked. "We're going
in the family room."

I opened a bottle and poured three glasses. When I went in the family
room, Luke was sitting in a chair, still wearing his khaki's and sweater.
Sioned was in his lap, her legs drawn up, still in the sweats and socks
she'd had on all day. She had one arm around his neck and had drawn his
head down against her. He had his hand under Sioned's sweatshirt and I
knew it was on her breast. His eyes were closed and she was slowly
stroking his temples and hair and whispering to him. After a few minutes,
I saw him take a quick intake of breath, shudder slightly, and then open
his eyes and look around.

Sioned leaned closer to him and gave him gentle kisses on the side of
his face. "I think Luke's ready to tell us what's wrong."

As Luke explained it, Thanksgiving with his parents had been a complete
disaster. His parents had insisted on going out for Thanksgiving dinner.
He quickly saw that relations between his mother and father were more
strained than ever. On Saturday afternoon, he confronted his father about
it. His father told him that he and his mother were going to divorce. He
went to his mother and she started alternately crying and screaming at his
father. He went to his room except it really wasn't his room anymore,
just his old furniture and stayed there until his father took him to the
airport on Sunday. As he was leaving, his mother said something to him
about staying with his father until he grew up to keep from hurting him.
He told her that they hadn't done him any favors, that they would have hurt
him less if they'd divorced years ago. His father had little to say on the
way to the airport until he dropped Luke off. His only words then were
"Forgive me, son, please?" Luke almost lost control then and had been
holding it in until he came back to us. Sioned sat in Luke's lap and
continued to show her affection for him while he slowly sipped the wine.

I tried to bring him back on course to rejoin our family. "Luke, I want
you to go to bed and get a good night's sleep. Forget everything else for
a day or two. We'll talk with you this week and you can talk to us about
your parents if you want to. You need to be back in school tomorrow
morning, ready to be a good student again. I want you to be sure you keep
up with your studies during the week. I've got something special planned
for next weekend. I think you'll have a smile on your face when you find
out what it is."



Later, when Sioned and I were curled up in bed together, she asked me
what my plans were.

"Do you really have something planned for next weekend? Were you just
trying to get Luke to think of something else?"

"At the moment I said it, I didn't have a clear idea of what we might do
to help him," I told her. "I've been thinking about it for the last hour
or so and I think I know what'd really help him. I'm afraid to mention it
to you though. It's something we've never done since we were married."

"Then I know what you've got in mind," Sioned said. "You're thinking of
giving him another lesson, I guess the final one since there's not much
left to teach him. And it is something we've never done."

"We made a commitment to each other before we married," I said. "I told
you then I'd join with you in love until I died. I can't let anything
change that commitment."

"I don't intend to lose what we have, either," Sioned said. "I guess we
never thought about whether we could let someone else share our love and
still be as committed to each other as ever."

We talked about it for over and hour before we finally made a decision.
We'd bring Luke back to our bed next Saturday night and Sioned would make
love with him and with me. But we'd then begin to push him to find his
own woman with whom to share his love.



(SIONED)

Luke's happiness seemed to return during the week. The kids engulfed
him in their love. He spent most afternoons after school playing with
them. I'd bought all of them blue sweat suits at afterThanksgiving sales.
I had them all laid out in the family room when Luke brought the kids home
from school on Monday. The kids wanted to put them on immediately and they
stripped down to skin in the family room. Luke did the same and helped
them put theirs on. When they all had on the same navy blue outfits, I got
the camera and made them sit on the couch together while I took pictures.
During the week, Luke wanted to bathe the kids and put them to bed even
more than usual. A couple of nights Kieran and I helped Luke in giving
them an extra special bath; we all tried to fit in the Jacuzzi in our
bathroom.

On Saturday afternoon, Kieran and Luke took the kids rollerskating,
promising to be back by five p. m. I stayed home and started fixing
dinner, something I knew Kieran and the kids enjoyed. I started with the
yeast rolls as soon as they'd left and then later fixed a big meat loaf
with mashed potatoes and green beans. For desert I even fixed a
Germanchocolate cake that they all enjoyed. When Luke came back with
Kieran and the kids, he had a broad smile on his face. When he found out
what was for dinner, his smile got even broader. I think he had three
helpings of meatloaf and mashed potatoes.

After dessert, Luke pushed me out of the kitchen and said he'd clean up.
Kieran said "Not by yourself," and volunteered the kids and himself.

When they were finished and came in the family room, I suggested that we
let the kids skip their bath for the night and just read to them for an
hour or so, taking turns. Each time, Kerry had to sit in the lap of the
reader and the other two sat on each side. Luke got to read a chapter on
plate tectonics from a geology textbook. I wondered why Kavan had picked
that one. They were worn out and ready for bed when we finished. They
each got three hugs and kisses as they were tucked in. For the first time,
I think Luke was eager to get the kids into their beds.



When we went down the hallway to our bedroom, Luke seemed to hesitate at
the door again. I held his hand and Kieran put a hand on his shoulder.
His hand seemed to be trembling in mine.

The three of us crowded into the shower in our bedroom. Kieran and Luke
were efficient in washing me and then themselves. I think they were in a
hurry to go to bed.

We sprawled out on the bed, with me in the middle. "Kieran, I'm a
little cold. Could we get under the blanket and you two cuddle me until
I'm warm?"

I was on my back with Kieran on one side and Luke on the other. I had
two hands free and they each had one. Our hands all found the best places
to be. Kieran and Luke were each holding one of my breasts and I held two
cocks which soon warmed my hands. At Kieran's suggestion, Luke started
kissing me. I opened my mouth to him and we played tongue tag. Kieran
nudged Luke's head out of the way and continued the game. After less than
a minute, Luke nudged Kieran out of the way for his turn.

I felt Kieran reach across to Luke's hand and then felt him guide it
between my thighs. Kieran's hand returned to my breast and Luke's hand
began to explore. He soon found that I was hot on the inside. He got his
long middle finger into me and slowly started stirring up my juices. He
stopped kissing me for a minute, brought the finger up to his nose and
smelled it.

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Home Safe
by Selena Jardine


Traffic had slowed to a halt on the Beltway. I was tired. I
wanted a shower; Sarah would probably make me shave; I needed a
drink. As far as I could see in front of me, the jeweled highway
was blinking: diamonds of headlights and rubies of taillights
reflected in the cars' own August heat. No one was honking.
These were all professional two-hour-a-day commuters, like me,
NPR-listeners, hands-free cellphone freaks, feverish book-on-tape
consumers, and they knew it was pointless.

There had probably been an accident, some fenderbender that had
snarled into hundreds of microwaved dinners and frantic
reschedulings. Or maybe there was some construction up ahead. A
pretty woman I knew at work told me that she called the
Department of Transportation every week so she could avoid the
scheduled construction that seemed to dog commuters year-round.
I remembered thinking at the time how smart that was, how I
should do that and shave a few minutes off my drive home. I
remembered looking at her full breasts, then down, away, at the
high, rounded curve of her belly. She'd be taking leave soon,
she said, for the baby.

Tonight I was in no hurry to shave minutes off my commute, to get
home to Sarah and our quiet house. Tonight I was content to sit
on the Beltway and postpone the dread for half an hour, forty-
five minutes more. Tonight was sex night again.



It had started two years ago, with a flush and a bad pun: Sarah
and I had watched together as she'd sent her birth control pills
down the toilet. When she was done, she'd looked up at me with
those laughing brown eyes and said, "Oh, baby." If I hadn't been
standing so close to her in the tiny bathroom, I might not have
noticed that she was breathing as though she'd been running.

I bent down to her, my own pulse so loud in my ears that I
wondered if she could hear it, and lifted her, her legs wrapped
awkwardly around my waist, and carried her to the bed. Sex that
day was an impossible surprise, an urgency, a responsibility that
pushed us off into unknown waters. We hadn't even bothered to
pull back the covers, and Sarah'd had the marks of the chenille
bedspread on her fair skin for hours afterwards. I'd suckled the
nipples that might one day feed my children, and when my body
stiffened in impending orgasm, pouring like quicksilver into her,
it was Sarah who cried out, "Yes! Yes!" and laughed aloud.

That month, though, she had her period, regular as clockwork.
She was philosophical about it. "Nobody gets pregnant on the
first try, Adam," she said.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, my shirt off, one shoe in
my hand. I knew that as well as she did, and she knew that I
knew. It was the first in a series of tiny false notes, the
first sign that she was going to pretend she didn't need
reassuring, not Sarah Wilson. Though that first barrier was easy
enough to step past: I stood up, awkward in one shoe, and took
her in my arms. It only took a moment's hesitation for her to
relax, unhappy, into them.

"It's okay," I said, hoping it was true, holding her body close.

"I know," she answered. "I just hate the feeling that when my
body does exactly what it's supposed to do, it's betraying me."
Her voice was muffled against my bare chest, and the feeling of
her warm lips moving against my skin was giving me a hard-on. I
ignored it -- not coming on to your wife when you're supposed to
be comforting her is an important relationship nugget -- but
Sarah looked up at me. Her lashes were wet, but her dimples were
showing. "Well, hello there," she said, and laced her fingers
through my belt-loops. She began rolling her hips slowly against
mine, point to point, feeling my hardness, making me harder. My
hands came up to cup her breasts, and I kissed her, forcefully
enough to hurt a little. Maybe I was relieved that the crisis
seemed to be past. When we surfaced for air, it looked like she
was fighting giggles, or maybe more tears. "Enjoy the freelance
while you can," she said, and pulled me by my belt-loops onto the
bed, where relief came in a different form.

The next month, the poetry and booklight on Sarah's bedside table
made way for a thermometer and a temperature chart. She'd been to
websites, she'd talked to friends. "We have to be scientific
about this," she kept saying.

"Okay," I said, and meant it.

Her chin went up. "You don't have to keep track," she said,
calmly enough. She was sitting too far away for me to hear her
breathing.

"Sarah, dammit," I said. Started over, keeping my voice even.
"Sarah. I want to be part of this. I have to be part of this,
but I also want to." I waited for a response. Nothing. I felt
helpless. I wanted to ask her not to leave, but that was
ridiculous. "Just -- keep me with you, okay?" Ridiculous. She
lowered her brown eyes, as if considering, then nodded
noncommittally. She didn't say a word.

Three days later, I was reading in bed. Sarah rolled toward me,
put a tentative hand on my thigh, and said, "It's time, Adam."

Startled, I said, "What?"

"I'm supposed to be -- it's time."

"Oh," I said, catching on, "oh, good! Great," and, putting my
book on the floor with one hand, I put my hand on her waist with
the other and pulled her toward me. Her color was high on the
fair skin, and she came hard and long, clenching her fists on the
sheet beneath her.

Two weeks later, she had her period.

After eight months of trying with no success -- all shake and no
bake, as Sarah memorably put it -- we went to the doctor
together. The doctor, a blonde woman of about thirty-eight,
asked questions we had both anticipated, and we gave smooth,
practiced answers. Yes, Sarah's temperature charts indicated she
was ovulating. Yes, we practiced intercourse on the recommended
days. No (I answered with a large, insincere smile), I was not
wearing "tighty whiteys."

The doctor drew blood from Sarah's arm, the two female heads
together, one dark, one light. I got a sterile jar and an
antiseptic room to beat off in. I thought of Kathy Dieter from
college, her sweet tanned haunches in front of me, the way I went
without textbooks and would cheerfully have gone without food to
afford condoms for our noisy, sweaty, carefree fucking.

All the tests came back normal, we were told on our second visit.
The pathways seemed to be clear; my sperm was within normal
limits; Sarah had all the right hormones.

"There isn't much we can do," said the doctor, raising her hands,
apparently to show the futility of modern medicine in these
mysterious affairs. Sarah sat beside me in a blue dress and
sneakers. Her hands lay in her lap, soccer Madonna. "Sometimes
it just takes some time and no one knows why."

Afterwards, in the car, we sat for a moment in silence. Then,
unexpectedly enough that I started in my seat, Sarah hit the door
with the side of her clenched fist. "No one knows why? Jesus
Christ, some expert she is. I bet she didn't even send off that
blood for testing." She hit the door again, harder this time.
"She probably just eyeballed it and decided nothing was wrong."

"My sperm, too," I said helpfully. "Probably has a little
collection in her freezer. For the special cocktail parties."
Sarah snorted, and her shoulders relaxed a tiny bit, but she
didn't really think it was very funny.

That night, after I finished a long run, I went into the bathroom
and started running myself a bath. I was achy and tired, looking
forward to the water, as hot as I could bear it, on my sore
muscles.

"What are you doing?" said Sarah from the doorway. Her voice was
sharp.

"Running a bath," I said, looking at her.

"What do you mean, running a bath? A hot bath?"

"Of course, a hot bath." The mirror was starting to steam up.
What was she talking about?

"Don't you even want a baby?" I was starting to feel angry and
punch-drunk, my calves trembling with exhaustion. Then I
understood.

"Sarah. There's nothing wrong with me. With my sperm. The tests
--"

"Well, there goddamn well will be if you boil it," she said.
"And are you saying that there is something wrong with me?"

"No! Jesus!" But she was gone. We made it up, of course, and
she cried and I held her. But I quit taking baths. One more
thing under suspicion. Or two, if you meant my balls.

Every month after that, Sarah spun a little faster, and her focus
became a little narrower, and her loathing for the Kotex pads
under the sink became a little blacker. She wasn't crazy. She
wasn't even obsessed, not really. But some of the light went out
of those brown eyes, and she walked too fast, past playgrounds
full of shouting kids and past certain topics of conversation.
Once, we were at a party for someone at Sarah's office, and a
woman we were talking to started a smiling question, "So, when
are you two --" She never got the chance to finish. Sarah
tripped on an invisible line in the carpet and spilled her drink
everywhere. We left shortly after that, Sarah needing to change
into something clean.

I didn't bring it up, after the party. It wasn't easy for me to
be part of Sarah's spin, wondering whether I was expected at any
given moment to be intuitive, clairvoyant or tougher than a
fifteen-cent steak. Easier, much easier, not to have noticed her
narrowed mouth, the breathing that was almost panting, before the
incident got lost in the apologies.

Our sex life got narrower, too: the important part became the
carefully-timed coupling three or four times mid-month, followed
each time by an hour in bed to let my sperm make its way through
Sarah's womb. I would lie beside her, looking at her cool,
remote profile, her chin pointing at the ceiling. Sometimes I
would close my eyes and imagine the child we hoped for. Usually
it was a girl who looked exactly as I imagined Sarah had when she
was a baby, with coffee-brown eyes and hair. Just once, half-
dreaming, I saw a tiny boy with my own blue eyes looking back at
me. He opened his mouth. It hurts, he said, and I suddenly
woke to find Sarah looking at me in the twilight, an unreadable
expression on her face.


It had to break sometime. One day I was lazily masturbating in
the bedroom, thinking I was alone for an hour at least, and she
walked in on me. She stood in the doorway, her eyes round with
disbelief and something else, and the something else grew as my
dick wilted. She waited as I zipped my pants and then turned and
went into the living room. Good, I thought. Take it out of the
bedroom for a change. But it didn't turn out that way.

"Adam, I just don't even know what to say to you."

"Because I was jacking off? Oh, come off it, Sarah."

"It's sex night tomorrow night."

"And I'm supposed to be a monk or something? Sarah, it's been
almost ten days since we had sex. You can't just ask me to
abstain except for three days a month."

"Why not? I don't exactly ask you to do very much on those three
days, do I?"

"No, that's exactly it," I said. I wasn't shouting, but I was
standing very close to her, and I could feel the tendons standing
out in my neck. "Exactly it. All I am any more is a boner. A
boner and a donor. Night deposit. Not a husband, not a partner.
And all because I can't be a father." Or because you can't be a
mother. It hung in the air, unsaid.

"Be a father?" She almost spat the words. "You don't even make
me come any more."

I was so angry I could hardly see. I'd fought her on that,
showed her studies that said female orgasm could help conception,
that it might even be the purpose of the whole delicate business.
She'd refused, been immovable, said she'd read it could force
sperm out of the body.

I didn't raise my hand to her. But I didn't sleep with her that
night, either, or the next, or the next. We nursed our bruises
and our distrust under the same roof, slowly recovering from what
had been said, and what had not. One night I found that the nest
of blankets I'd made on the couch was gone; I took it as an
invitation. Things were fragile, friable around the edges, but
the center seemed all right still, to me. I didn't know how it
seemed to Sarah.



It was dark by the time I finally made it through the traffic
jams on the Beltway and pulled into the driveway. I switched the
car off and sat for a moment, listening to the tick of the
engine, rubbing at the delicate skin under my eyes. Two years.
I was starting to feel all but superfluous. This seemed to be
Sarah's argument with herself, something I was less and less a
part of. I thought again of my coworker, her breasts and belly,
the way she'd abruptly admitted to me one day over coffee that
the baby had been an accident. She was happy now, she hastened
to assure me, smiling, but at first!... An accident.

These thoughts were too familiar. I pushed them away and went
inside. I noticed on my way through the garage that Sarah's car
wasn't there, and the house was dark and still. I tried to
remember: was this her night for ballet class? I found a note
stuck to the microwave: "Out. Eat. Love. S.", and I took a
sandwich into the den with me.

But I wasn't really hungry. And I couldn't concentrate on the
ball game. Where was Sarah? She was always home when I got
home. I got up and walked around restlessly. Maybe she'd waited
for me to get home and decided I was being late on purpose. No,
she knew traffic around here. And as if giving in to something
that had been there all along, I wondered, with a sudden
desperate unhappiness, if she was with someone else. Someone who
could give her what she wanted so badly. I stood for a moment,
my head lowered, my thoughts full of this idea: some other man's
prick in my wife's cunt, some other man's child in my wife's
belly, some hunger satisfied. Then I shook myself, as if coming
out of a dream or a fever. Sarah was shopping, or she was out
with a friend, or she was at a movie, or she was watching the
goddamn Chippendales, for all I knew. She would tell me when she
got home. I was going to sit on the couch and eat my sandwich
and watch my baseball game and be sensible. So I waited.


I must have fallen asleep in front of the television. I awoke
with its blue light flickering over me in the dark room, aware
that it had suddenly fallen silent. "Shhhh," breathed a warm
voice in my ear. What? I thought. I felt half-stunned. And
then a warm, wet mouth enveloped my earlobe. I drew breath
sharply and tried to turn my head, but felt a fierce little nip.
"Shhhh," said the voice again, and warm lips began to trail open
kisses down the tendon in my neck toward the hollow of my throat.
I had an erection already. I couldn't remember the last time
she... the last time we had been like this.

I closed my eyes and raised one hand toward the weight beside me
on the couch. Terrycloth; a warm scent of skin and soap;
finally, one warm breast falling sweetly into my hand like a ripe
apple, with a nipple almost painfully hard. I could hear her
breathing, fast and light, as I moved my thumb over the nipple,
flicking it with the nail. Her hand rested at the inside of my
knee for a moment, then moved up over the fabric of my pants,
over and over, light strokes up my inner thighs that just grazed
my balls. My cock was throbbing, pushing at my zipper.

I fumbled for the tie of her robe and opened it to find her other
breast, but she stopped me when I tried to slide it off her
shoulders. "Ah ah," she whispered warm in my ear. "I need that."
Then her fingers were at my waistband, freeing the button and
letting her knuckles slowly drag the length of my cock as she
slid the zipper down. One heartbeat, and then the wet heat of
her mouth was hungry on the head of my cock. I groaned aloud.
It had been more than a year since Sarah had tasted me; not a
useful position for conception. My buttocks clenched as she
began: Sarah was very good at this. Her tongue swirled around
the head, vibrated for a moment on the underside of the swollen
glans, tenderly stroked the length of my cock. Jesus. Suction
now, with tiny dancing movements of the tip of her tongue that
sent pulses of pleasure through me. I couldn't stop gasping. My
hips were beginning to thrust involuntarily.

Sarah's suction stopped. I froze, and her mouth left my cock.
Right, I thought, trying to control my breathing, my mind almost
clear for a moment. It's sex night, can't come like this.

Then I heard a crinkle.

I opened my eyes. By the flickering light of the television, I
could see my wife's serious, lovely, focused face, concentrating
on something in her hands. A condom. I shut my eyes again before
she could catch me looking at her, my thoughts whirling. What
the hell was she doing? Why-- but then I felt one of Sarah's
hands gently cup my balls, stroking, and then slide up to caress
my throbbing penis, and all questions fled.

She didn't say a word of explanation. Her touch was not
tentative. For each millimeter she rolled the condom down, she
stroked back up the length of my cock, apparently checking the
fit and ensuring quality control. Down a little, back up again.
Down a little more. I was gritting my teeth, sensitive almost
beyond bearing, the pressure in my balls growing each moment.
When the ring of latex finally reached the base of my cock, I
made a sound in my throat somewhere between a sob and a growl,
and pulled her to me, onto my lap, straddling my thighs. I
reached between her legs, my warm fingers finding her center, and
separated her pussy lips, releasing a flood of her slick wetness.
That was what I needed to know. This was not just about me.

But Sarah wasn't waiting. She had her hand on my sheathed cock,
and she was wriggling hips and thighs, and she was pulling her
robe out of the way, and -- now -- my cock was at her entrance.
I met her eyes. Her face was flushed. With one thrust I was
inside her, inside Sarah, deep inside, one of her nipples in my
mouth, my first two fingers on either side of her clit, a marble
drowning in oil. Her hands were in my hair, pulling just hard
enough to hurt a little but not enough -- no, never enough to
distract me from this.

"You," she was saying in my ear, "you, you, Jesus keep doing
that, yes, you, I want you, I don't care, I just want you, oh
fuck yes, you matter, Adam Adam Adam I want you just you just you
Adam Adam Adam yes yes! yes!" I was thrusting hard, feeling it
in the muscles in the small of my back, cupping her ass with one
hand and rubbing her clit over and over with the other, and she
was riding me, her thighs working. I could feel my orgasm like a
copper spring, wound tighter and tighter, then ah God sudden
sharp release, and her voice was a husky laughing shriek and mine
was a shuddering ohhhhhh, and then I was holding her tight to me
and it was over, but something had changed.

Sarah kissed me on each eyelid. Her face was serious, but there
was a hint of a smile as she carefully disengaged from my
deflated penis.

Semen trickled down her left thigh.

We looked at each other, aghast for one unthinking moment. In the
dim light, my appalled wife looked about sixteen. "Jesus, Adam,"
she said. "The fucking condom broke."

Then the dam burst. A snicker turned into a giggle turned into a
roar. Sarah's helpless, dissolved, high-pitched gasps sent her
reeling, rubber-legged, for the couch next to me; I sat,
ridiculous with my pants around my ankles, and simply brayed with
laughter. I laughed and laughed, my head tilted back, powerless
to stop, until my stomach hurt and all the little muscles in my
abdomen felt rubbery and weak. Just as I was beginning to wind
down, slowly gaining control with hitching gasps, I could hear
Sarah start in again next to me, and that sent me off again,
whooping. Sarah leaned against me, shaking, and I dimly perceived
that she was crying as well as laughing, her face streaming with
tears. I pulled her close, unable to stop even then; the sight
of the crumpled condom on the floor sent us both into another fit
of hysterical giggles. Two years. What in fuck's sake were we
doing?

I wiped at my eyes, a lump in my throat, still hooting a little
with laughter, and looked at Sarah. Her eyes were red-rimmed,
but she was more or less under control, only the occasional
hiccup escaping her. "Sarah," I said. My voice sounded oddly
strained, shaky. "Come on, give. What was that all about?" I
didn't dare say the word "condom" for fear it would set us off
again.

She looked at me for a moment without saying anything, then
shrugged a little. "I wanted a break," she said. "I wanted to
fuck you, just you, not your -- not your sperm, if you know what
I mean. I wanted it to be just the two of us, not the two of us
plus all the shit in the way." She looked at the condom on the
floor, and this time we were in no danger of laughing. "It
didn't work, though, did it?"

I shook my head, but not in negation. "You didn't have to do
that," I said. I pulled her to me, started kissing her face
gently, the corners of her eyelids, the angle of her jaw, her
cheekbones, the tip of her nose. She was crying again, but
quietly now, no trace of hysteria. "You didn't have to do that,"
I repeated. Soft kisses. I was thinking: now what?



Now what? As always, the short questions have the long answers.
For us, here, now, it has turned out to be a daughter, Alice
Namikim Wilson. Alice is the name we decided on for a girl when
we began; Namikim is the name her mother gave her back in Korea.
It was a small death for Sarah, I think, giving up a little on
the idea of having a child of our own, but it was a birth, too,
in a way. Alice has Sarah's coffee-brown eyes, even if she
didn't get them from Sarah.

And when she laughs, hooting and pointing, she sounds just like
me.


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