The Master's Project (2) - Todd And Lizzie

by Lubrican

FOREWORD

This is the second in a series of narratives about a research project done by the author for his Master's Program. A number of couples were interviewed in an effort to determine why couples who stayed together for long periods of time had similarities in appearance. Some of the interviews resulted in data that couldn't be included in the eventually-published research paper, by virtue of its erotic content, not to mention some socially aberrant behavior in some cases. Details on the hypothesis and research plan may be found in the first narrative, titled "The Master's Project - Ralph and Tanya". While the narrative you are about to read stands alone as a "story", having the information from the first narrative might make it more understandable.

Um ... sorry ... I get a little carried away sometimes with my academic thinking. What I should have said was "Please read "The Master's Project - Ralph and Tanya" before you read this. What happens in this story will make a lot more sense."

Bob

CHAPTER ONE

Lizette and Todd were another couple who, after being married for seventeen years, and having produced three children together, didn't look that much alike to me, but thought they did themselves. At least they said so in their application.

Todd was a middle management employee of a fairly big metal fabrication contracting company. He was a man who looked "normal" in that he wasn't any taller or shorter than most, with average brown hair, and an average build. He wouldn't have stood out in a crowd for any reason at all. In almost every picture I saw of him, his hair was combed the same, it was the same length, and he had on either a button-down shirt or a nice pullover. Sometimes he wore a tie and sometimes he didn't. He always wore slacks.

Lizette, or "Lizzie" as Todd liked to call her, was a full figured lush woman. Everything about her suggested a dazzling beauty in her youth, that had matured to a point where people didn't believe her if they found out how old she was. She had copper-colored hair, when I met them, that she freely admitted came from a bottle and favored lipstick in bright colors that always matched the sheen of bright polish on her fingernails. The pictures they showed me of them, starting when they were in college and spanning the years of their marriage, showed an almost manic attempt to alter HER appearance. Her hair varied from long dark brown straight tresses in college, to big wavy black curls that wreathed her head like a nest of tiny snakes, to hair so short I suspected she had been treated for cancer. In one photograph of them with their first child she had a pony tail and was blond. In another with the same child, a little older, and a baby in her arms, her hair was still blond, but went to her jaw line and was cut strait around her head like a bowl had been used to set the length. All in all, the impression I got from the pictures was that she was a woman who wasn't happy with the way she looked, even though she was a knockout in every picture, even the one with the almost-crew cut.

Lizzie's clothing was just as flashy as her makeup and hair styles. In one picture taken as they were on vacation in Rome, she wore jeans with holes in the knees and a sequined top that looked almost formal. In another she wore a white jumpsuit that made her flaming read hair and purple lipstick look like they were on a head floating above her body. In another picture she wore a flowing caftan and in yet another she wore a micro mini skirt with go-go knee length boots that made her look like a hooker with a john.

On the other hand, there WERE a few consistencies in their facial features, mostly in terms of the jaw line and chin, and their foreheads had the same shape to them. Their fourteen0-year-old daughter had her father's features, and her mother's flair for the spectacular, having pierced her body, at least the visible parts, in more than eight places. The two younger boys were as drab looking as their father.

At our first interview there was no need to break the ice. Lizzie treated me like I was an old family friend and Todd offered me a Cuban cigar. It turned out that they entertained a lot. Some of Todd's clients were Government employees who liked to be wined and dined and Lizzie was good at it.

"So, what's this all about?" asked Lizzie as she served me a glass of some amber colored wine that was both sweet and tart at the same time somehow. It was good wine, something I wasn't used to as a poor starving student.

"Well, I have a theory that couples who stay together for a long time look like each other in their old age. I'm trying to figure out whether that is a result of their long lives together, or whether they looked alike all along."

"Why in the world would that even matter?" asked Lizzie. Todd sat on the couch and just existed. I'd already forgotten he was in the room.

"Well, suppose we could figure out what it is that attracts people to each other - people who stay together. Marriage ... for that matter just life itself ... is hard. Keeping a marriage together is a tough go and people need all the help they can get, right?"

She agreed, sitting down by her husband and putting her hand on his knee.

"OK, then. So we figure out, lets say, that people with similar features do better in marriages than people who look widely different. That would help people make better choices when choosing a mate. It might reduce the number of divorces, for example."

I was all proud of myself for suggesting that my research might make a huge difference in the divorce rate.

Lizzie laughed out loud. "That's the silliest thing I ever heard. Why, you're trying to make a science out of what attracts people to each other. That's just goofy. Most people are attracted to each other physically."

"That's my point exactly," I said smugly. "But some people are attracted to features other than the face." I looked at Todd. "What was it that attracted you to Lizette the first time you saw her?"

He turned red. It was astonishing to see his bland face turn red for some reason.

Lizzie laughed. "That's not a fair question to ask him," she said. "We met under rather unusual circumstances."

"Oh?" I prompted, getting ready to take notes.

"Yes. I was in a practice booth at school - we met at Northwestern and we were both involved in the music program - and I was supposed to be practicing my saxophone. But I had stopped to take a break. I was reading 'Lady Chatterley's Lover' for another class, so I opened that up and was reading it and I got so horny that I just had to masturbate."

I had known this couple all of five minutes and she was talking about the fact that she masturbated as if I had known it for years. I managed to keep my mouth closed as she went on.

"I was wearing a skirt, so I just hiked it up and stuck my hand in my panties. I was in the middle of an orgasm when he walked into the practice room with his trumpet, thinking the room was empty."

My notes were forgotten. My mouth had gotten away from my brain and I sat there slack-jawed. She rattled off this story like she had told it at parties a thousand times.

Todd smiled a tight, almost unemotional smile. "She had the book hanging in one hand and her head was thrown back, with her legs spread and her hand made it look like there was a squirrel in her panties trying to get out. It was an eye-opening kind of meeting."

I nodded. "I bet it was."

Lizzie laughed at the look on my face. "I told him to close the door, and we've been together ever since."

"You mean you ...? Right there in the practice room?" My voice went up at the end.

She laughed again. "No, not then. He thought I was some sort of crazy woman. It took ten minutes to get him to calm down. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. We didn't do anything sexual together for almost a month."

That seemed odd. I missed the word "together" just then. More on that later. "So the initial attraction was sexual," I said.

Todd nodded. "But not just sexual. She was the strangest girl I'd ever met. She fascinated me. I thought she was crazy at first, but I guess I got used to her."

It still seemed odd somehow. I turned to Lizzie. "So what was it that attracted you to him? I mean why did you tell him to close the door and stay?"

There was a look of almost consternation on her face. Finally she said "I don't know."

I looked at Todd and he wasn't bothered by that at all. And THAT seemed odd too.

So, getting interested in this strange situation, I began asking all kinds of questions.

"What did you think of his looks?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. He just looked like a boy."

"OK ... um ... what did you talk about? I mean that first time you met."

"We talked about what I was doing," she said simply.

"You talked about why you were masturbating," I said.

"Exactly. I explained that the book got me horny and that I had to do something about it."

"And he asked you out for a date later?" I suggested.

"No, I told him I wanted to meet with him again. I was excited and I knew I'd be excited again."

"I'm not sure I understand," I said helplessly.

Her hand stroked his knee. "I knew that I wanted him to watch me masturbate again."

I was stunned. "You asked him on a date to watch you masturbate?"

She smiled. "It wasn't quite like that. I just felt compelled to see him again. When I did I wanted to masturbate again. So I asked him if he minded."

I looked at Todd. He shrugged. "I wasn't at all averse to watching her. It kind of made me hot too."

"This is really fascinating," I said, getting into the conversation. Had I not had that relationship with Ralph and Tanya, it would have been a singularly odd conversation for strangers to have. But after Ralph and Tanya my world had been widened a bit, and I wasn't shy about exploring intimate details during the interviews. It didn't occur to me in my wildest fantasies at that point that Lizzie and I might do anything sexual. It was just interesting to probe this secret part of their life.

"Please tell me more," I urged.

Todd took up the narrative of their first date. "I picked her up and took her out for pizza. We hadn't made any plans on what to do other than eat something. We were sitting there in the pizza place and just talking and she told me she was excited. I didn't understand at first, and then she said "You know, like in the practice room." I didn't know what to think. I mean she was so different from any girl I'd been around before. I'd been out on dates, of course, but I'd never done anything with any of the girls. I didn't have any experience with women in that way at all."

He was interrupted by his wife, who was now actively stroking his leg. "He was so cute. He blushed and stammered. I took him out to the car and I put him in the front seat and I got in the back seat and I took off my pants and rubbed myself to a nice hot orgasm."

I got it at last. "You're an exhibitionist," I pronounced.

She looked startled. "I don't know," she said. "Am I?"

"But you just said you got off on him watching you," I reminded her.

"Yes, but ... " she trailed off, looking confused. "Wouldn't that mean I'd like other people to see me too?" she asked.

"Don't you?" I asked back.

"I don't know," she said wonderingly. "Nobody but Todd has ever seen me do anything like that." She looked over at Todd, who sat there like he didn't have a care in the world.

I suddenly felt uncomfortable. The conversation, such as it had been, was amazingly intimate, and I hadn't been in their house for more than half an hour.

"I'm sorry," I said automatically. "I didn't mean to pry or anything."

"You're a researcher aren't you?" asked Lizzie, looking back at me. "Aren't they professional priers?"

"You don't mind talking about things so ... intimate?" I asked.

"I guess I don't," said Lizzie, looking surprised again. "It's really kind of interesting. I've already learned something new about me. I'm an exhibitionist!"

I held up my hand. "Let's not go quite that far," I cautioned. "I'm not qualified to diagnose anything like that.

"It makes perfect sense, now that I think about it," said Lizzie, disregarding my cautionary statement like I hadn't even said it. "I love to have Todd watch me do things, and I love the way men look at me."

I understood where she was coming from. Maybe that explained her constant shift in appearance. She kept finding ways to get people to notice her.

I turned to Todd. "And you liked to ... watch?"

"If you're asking me if I have voyeuristic tendencies, I don't think so," he said. "I like watching her. I don't think about watching other people or anything like that."

I decided to try another question.

"OK, how about this? What are your best sexual features?" I asked. It had looked good on paper, but I didn't like the way it came out. "What I mean by that is what you think each other's best sexual features are."

"His hands," said Lizzie instantly.

We both stared at her.

She blushed. "The way he uses them ... on my body," she added.

"I never knew that," he said, his voice softer than it had been.

"The way you stroke me ... and touch me ... and your eyes ... the way you look at me," she said, staring into those eyes. She blushed even harder. "I'm ... excited ... right now! Just thinking about that." she said. Her hand slid along his thigh and covered his zipper. "You're excited too!" she gasped. They both looked at me.

"Um ... I guess I could leave or something," I suggested, feeling like the third wheel I suddenly was.

Todd looked back at his wife and they stared into each other's eyes. "Maybe not," he said, not breaking his gaze. Lizzie gasped and her hand gave a convulsive squeeze to what was now clearly an erection in his pants.

"You want him to ... watch?" she gasped.

"I don't know," he said softly. "Maybe." They were still staring at each other. "What do you think?" he asked.

I realized that something was happening between them ... something new and unexpected ... that hidden, or maybe unsuspected desires, were creeping out into the open. I had a sudden insight that what had drawn them together in the first place had never been fully explored. She liked to be watched and he liked to watch. Suddenly having a third wheel sitting across the room had added a dimension that had never been there before, and they were thinking about that.

In any case, Lizzie didn't answer him. She looked at me instead. In fact, she looked at my hands, which were in my lap, because I had gotten somewhat stiff just thinking about watching this woman masturbate. Nothing was lost on me in terms of her comment on his hands, and that she was now staring at my hands. Still, it was weird. I had known these people less than an hour, and there was a sexual tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Don't ask me why, but I thought things were going too fast. I tried to put on the brakes.

"Look, I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't enjoy seeing you two ..." I didn't know quite how to finish that, so I didn't. "But maybe we should all take a breath and a minute or two to think about this. I take it this whole concept is new to you both."

I knew I had done the right thing when Lizzie relaxed and slid her hand back down to her husband's knee. He was very erect, but he didn't try to hide it. I kept my hands right where they were.

"Let me ask a few more questions. If you want to come back to this we can ... later," I suggested.

Todd finally looked at me. He nodded, but I think he looked just slightly disappointed.

"Her breasts," he said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I think her best feature are her breasts. They're perfect, even though they've changed over the years. I especially like the way she moans and wiggles when I ... suck them."

"Oh," I said. "Of course."

Lizzie laughed. "Don't all men think a woman's breasts are her best asset?"

I tried to cover for the boner in my pants by talking. "Not true at all," I said authoritatively. Many men concentrate on other features."

Rather than get into a discussion about all of Lizzie's other features, I tried to move on. I was already in a pretty bad way, and if she stood up and turned around to look at her ass I might lose it.

"You two have stayed together for some years now," I said. "Why do you think that's happened?"

There was one of those things where two people speak at precisely the same time, and say precisely the same thing, as if they were twins and had practiced doing it. The only difference was the "her" and "him" when they said "Because I love him/her."

Now that I look back on it, I think this is what happened to these two. They were attracted to each other by something they didn't take the time to define or really think about. That attraction led to being together. That being together led to a decision - not an emotion - of "I love this person." They DECIDED that they loved each other. That decision led to a sharing of lifestyles that, while different, meshed nicely. He wanted to make her happy and she wanted to make him happy, and they succeeded more often than not. So they kept on doing it. Their DECISION to love each other was the foundation for something that grew into real love and caring over the years.

I'm convinced, at least to some degree, that this happens a lot more often than people might think. Rather than love leading to a satisfying relationship, a satisfying relationship actually leads to love, which is the glue in the relationship. Maybe that's why so many people get divorced. They hit the unsatisfying parts of the relationship before there is real love between them, and that begins to force them apart.

Anyway, let me tell you what happened with Lizzie and Todd and maybe that will help you understand what I'm talking about.

We talked for quite a while and I led the conversation away from sex and into other areas of a matrimonial relationship. It became clear to me quite soon that the way this couple functioned was that if one of them wanted or needed something, the other was only too happy to help the other one get it. There had been the need for Todd to be gone for long stretches of time as his career progressed, and Lizzie supported him in that full bore. She spent a lot of time as a full time mother while that happened, and claimed she didn't mind at all, even though her own career was languishing. Another example was when Lizzie went into her first labor she wanted to have the child naturally - no drugs. It was a tough, long labor and the medical staff kept offering her something "just to take the edge off". Todd wanted her to take the drugs, because it was agonizing for him to see her wracked with pain. But she WANTED that pain, and so he sat with her and loved her and LET her endure it ... HELPED her endure it with his presence even. They didn't take a lot of time to examine things in their lives. They just decided what they wanted to do, and then helped each other do it. That was partly why they had such a hard time answering questions. I kept asking them things they'd never thought about, and so, couldn't answer.

But the most astonishing thing I heard - not counting the fact that they were thinking of letting me watch him ... watching her ... masturbate - was that it turned out that Todd was her hairdresser. Not only that, he helped her pick out what to wear, including jewelry and undergarments. HE was the one responsible for all her radical changes in appearance. She just fed off the results. Well, he did too, because what he did made people notice her, and he got off on people noticing her.

By the time I realized I had stayed too long, we had polished off three bottles of that wonderful amber liquid she kept serving me and I was in no condition to drive home. We had been chatting like old friends for over an hour.

"You can't drive in your condition," said Lizzie. She pronounced the word 'con-di-shun', slurring it. She was pretty tipsy by then too. "Why don't you just sleep on the couch and I'll make you breakfast in the morning." She hiccupped and giggled. "You want to call your wife?"

"Not married," I said, standing up. I think I leaned a little, because her hand came out and pushed on my arm to stand me up straighter.

"Oh, that's nice," she said. She giggled then too. "I don't usually drink more than one glass." She pronounced it 'glash'.

She said she'd be back with pillows and a blanket and her husband pulled her up a set of stairs leading to the upper part of their split level house. I knew by then that their kids had been shuffled off to sleepovers. They hadn't known what the interview would be like, but didn't want to have to deal with kids in the process. So I took off my shirt, figuring that it would be a little less smelly the next morning if I didn't sleep in it.

When Lizzie appeared, pillow and blanket in arms, a little piece of my mind remembered quite suddenly that Todd was often the one who "dressed her". I wondered if he had dressed her this time, because she had changed.

She was wearing what I think is called a peignoir. It was kind of a filmy jacket that isn't designed for warmth, and has matching panties and bra to go under it. When she plopped the pillow and blanket down on the couch beside me, I observed that he hadn't dressed her completely. There was no bra. The jacket was all but transparent, and I had a virtually unobstructed view of two very healthy breasts that, having fed three probably healthy kids, were large and sagged enough to need a bra for comfort, or to keep them from bobbing up and down too badly when she walked. But they were not what I'd call 'saggy breasts'. Her nipples were dark brown and prominent.

I looked at the top of the stairs and Todd was there, watching us. He was dressed only in jockey shorts, and his hand moved at the front of them slowly, almost like he was trying to press his erection into submission. I realized he was watching his nearly naked wife stand in front of a complete stranger. That's as opposed to watching her to make sure she didn't do anything ... intimate. It was crystal clear to my alcohol fogged mind that if I reached out and cupped those fabulous breasts, he wouldn't mind at all. And I wanted to, as she bent over me, those breasts hanging right in front of my eyes, and kissed the top of my head.

"Night night, Bobby," she sighed. "Thanks for being here. Todd is very excited." She winked at me and turned around to saunter towards her husband, whose hand was rubbing a little harder now.

I could live with being made younger by this older woman when she called me "Bobby". But they should fix their bed. It's way too loose. It sounded like a woodpecker the size of King Kong was knocking on their bedroom wall as I tried to get to sleep.

I didn't need the blanket, but the pillow was nice.

The next morning I was awakened by a hand stroking my chest.

I pried an eye open and there was Lizzie, still in her 'nightgown', which was even more insubstantial with light coming through the windows that faced the street ... and East.

"Good morning," she said softly.

I wasn't really hung over. I just tried never to get up this early.

"Todd has to go to work and he asked me to get you up and out of here," she said. She was leaning over me, those fabulous breasts suspended above my eyes, both of which were now open wide. "He's afraid I might do something with you after he leaves," she explained.

"Would you?" I croaked.

"I don't know," she said honestly. "I know I got all excited last night when you saw me the way he dressed me up. I'm all excited right now, watching you look at me."

Todd walked in about then. He heard the last part of the conversation.

"Hey!" he said mildly. "No hanky panky unless I get to see it."

"So you decided ...?" I didn't just want to ask if they'd decided to let a stranger crawl on top of Lizzie.

"We decided we'd like to explore things ... with you," breathed Lizzie. She shook her shoulders and her breasts did the most amazing dance before my eyes. "Do you think you'd be at all interested in that? Say later? Tonight?"

I had a lump in my throat, so I just nodded as my eyes wobbled back and forth in their sockets, watching her swaying breasts.

She took pity on me and stood up. "Excellent!" she pronounced. "Tonight, for dinner. Seven?"

I nodded again and got up myself. My pants gave me away and they both looked at my groin. Todd just smiled.

Lizzie retreated back toward the kitchen, and I walked out with Todd, still trying to get my shirt all on correctly.

"You're sure about this?" I had to ask.

He looked at me. "I got crazy when you were looking at her last night. It's the best sex we've had in years. I never thought of myself as a voyeur before. I know I denied it last night, but now I don't know."

We were interrupted by Rachel, their daughter, who was loping up the walk, coming back from her sleepover. Her ears flashed in the early morning sunlight, off of three or four diamonds each that ran in a row down the outside of them. She had on black lipstick, but it wasn't a goth look. She smiled and hugged her father.

"Hi Daddy" she said brightly. "Is this that researcher guy?" She looked me up and down. My boner wasn't gone yet and I bent over unconsciously to try to hide it.

"Yeah, Punkin," said Todd. "How was your sleepover?"

"Strange," said the girl. Nobody had introduced us yet, but I didn't think her name was actually 'Punkin'. "We caught Jonie's brother peeking in the window at us."

Todd perked up. "Do I need to call somebody's parents?" he asked, his voice not so bland any more.

"No Daddy!" she squealed. "We had fun. He's harmless. He doesn't even know we knew he was out there. He's just a boy anyway." Her voice had the same timbre and resonance as her mother's. It was amazing how much alike they seemed.

"So what happened?" asked her father.

She darted a look at me. Todd smiled. "It's OK, honey. Bob spent the night. He's a new friend."

She looked at me with wide eyes. "He spent the night! That's never happened before," she commented.

"His research is very interesting," said Todd. "Now, you were going to tell me what happened with ... what's his name?"

"Stephen," said the girl. "He's two years younger than Jonie." She darted another look at me, but went on. "Well, anyway, we kind of teased him a little."

"Teased him?" prodded Todd.

"Yeah, we kind of sort of put on a show ... kind of." She blushed.

"Are any other parents going to call us?" asked Todd.

"No Daddy!" she squealed again. "It was all harmless. We didn't take off ALL our clothes in front of him." She darted me another look. "Just part of our clothes."

Todd looked up at the beautiful morning sky.

"Come ON Daddy, we just teased him a little bit. It was SO much fun. I wish I could have been out there and seen what he did when Crystal took off her bra. She's the biggest of all of us. I bet he had a cow!"

"And did you take off your ... bra in front of this boy?" asked her father.

Suddenly she didn't want to talk about all the fun they'd had any more.

"I'm starving Daddy, and you'll be late to work if you don't go. I love you Daddy!" She leaned up and kissed her father on the cheek, resting her hands on his shoulders for an instant, and then darted around him and into the house. I heard her calling for her mother, and then heard shrieks when she found her. Lizzie was obviously still wearing the peignoir, or part of it, and the girl had just put two and two together that their new 'friend' had seen her mother this way.

Todd grinned. "Apparently being an exhibitionist can be passed on genetically," he suggested.

"Just out of curiosity," I started, "do you ... ah ... suggest things for your daughter's appearance?"

He laughed. "Rachel? No way, no how, and she wouldn't listen to me if I tried."

"I couldn't help but notice that her ... um ... appearance ... is just as um ... interesting ... as your wife's," I said.

He looked surprised, of all things. He turned around to look at her, even though she was already in the house and screaming at her mother for letting "that man" see her practically naked.

"I never thought about it," he said. "But you might be right. Now that I think about it, she kind of always looks a lot like her mother."

Then he shook his head and made his excuses and, with a wry grin, got in his car and took off.

When I got in my car to leave, Rachel was standing in the open front door, staring at me.

I returned to Todd and Lizzie's at seven o'clock sharp. The first surprise I got was when Lizzie answered the door wearing patently conservative clothing. And a frown. A youthful face appeared over her left shoulder. That youthful face was wearing a garish shade of lipstick that I'd have called electric blue, if anybody would have asked me what color it was. It matched perfectly the heavy eye shadow under pencil thin eyebrows.

"Is it him Mom?" asked Rachel.

"We have a little problem Bob," sighed Lizzie.

"You do NOT, mother!" stormed Rachel. "I'm almost a woman now. Stop treating me like a child."

"You're fourteen dear," said Lizzie, hiding a smile by looking at me instead of her daughter. "You're way too young for this man's research."

"I don't believe you. If you let him see you like I saw you this morning, I want to know what's going on!" said the girl, her voice strident. "When my mother is acting strange I intend to find out why!"

"Come on in Bob," sighed Lizzie. "I guess." She looked depressed.

Rachel started the third degree immediately, before Lizzie could even get me seated at the table. I noticed the empty chair.

"I sent the boys over to a friend's house," explained Lizzie. "But my headstrong daughter refused to cooperate."

"Damn straight" said Rachel. She blushed as both parents turned dagger eyes on her. "Sorry," she said, apparently for her language.

Rachel bulled on ahead, demanding to know what kind of research I was doing, and where I went to school. She was a take-charge girl, let me tell you. I explained it to her the same way I had explained it to her parents, but she didn't seem to be listening.

"I don't understand why that would cause you to stay overnight," she said finally. "Or why my mother would prance around naked in front of you."

I hadn't told her about the ... substance ... of what had been discussed the night before.

"Rachel will you PLEASE drop this?" asked Todd. The funny thing was it actually sounded like a question. Like they were equals or something. It was weird.

"Daddy, I want to know what's going on," insisted the stubborn girl.

Lizzie threw down her napkin. "All RIGHT!" she almost shouted. "You think you're all grown up? All right I'll TELL you what's going on! We'll just see how grown up you ARE!"

The funny thing about THAT was that Rachel reacted in a completely different manner than she had to her father.

"Mom, don't have a cow. I just want to know why ... you know."

But her attitude was almost subservient, where as while she was talking to her father she was almost domineering.

I realized that Todd's behavior was affected by the women in his house. ALL the women in his house. And those women reacted to his personality in almost the same way. Lizzie took charge, in-so-far as she knew would please him, and he submitted, in a way. He did the same thing when his daughter tried to take charge, and it was Lizzie who controlled that too. Two strong women, one of whom emulated the other, in a house with a male who didn't follow the alpha male pattern. And yet, there was obvious love and respect between father and daughter. How many fourteen-year-old girls will hug and kiss their father in front of a stranger? It just isn't done.

This was getting interesting.

Lizzie, though, was fired up.

"All right, young lady, Bob wanted to know the reasons your father and I have stayed together as long as we have. Part of that," she paused and then went on. "PART of that is our sexual life. Are you ready to hear your parents talk about their sexual life?" Her voice rose in triumph. I just know she expected Rachel to squeal "EEEWWWWW" and head for parts unknown. I did too, for that matter.

Rachel, however, had other ideas. She did blink ... twice ... and blush. But then her eyebrows went up and she said "As a matter of fact, we never HAVE had a talk about ... things. They're always telling us at school that we should talk to our parents about sex, but nobody ever does. Well, I'm not nobody. I'm staying!"

Lizzie looked about ready to burst, but Todd laid a restraining hand on her arm. It was a gentle touch, and she looked down at his hand. Then, for some reason she looked over at MY hand, which was holding a fork, suspended between my plate and mouth as I watched the goings-on with fascination.

Then, as if Rachel wasn't even there any more, Lizzie relaxed, sat back in her chair, took a bite, chewed it carefully, put her fork down and then spoke.

"As we were discussing last night Bob, I masturbate a lot, and Todd loves to watch me do that."

I could tell that she wanted to look at Rachel, but she controlled it. She was a very strong woman. Todd was looking at Rachel, and smiling. I wanted to look at Rachel too, but didn't. I wanted to give Lizzie all my attention. She deserved it.

"We've done it in some pretty strange places, but you have to understand that it wasn't that we were seeking out strange places to do that, or that we wanted anyone else to see us. I'd just get excited, and want to masturbate. If we could find a reasonably private place to do it, I did. Personally I think Todd liked it when there was the danger of being discovered, but we never talked about it."

She looked at her husband.

"Until last night," she added.

"But ..." Rachel started, her voice strained.

Lizzie held up one hand, palm facing Rachel. Now she turned to her daughter. "Rachel darling, you are not allowed to speak. That is not negotiable. If you fail to follow instructions I'll send Bob home and we'll meet him somewhere else ... more private."

Rachel looked like she'd been slapped. Her mouth opened and closed three or four times. Finally she frowned and crossed her arms under a pair of breasts I hadn't really noticed before this. They were fine breasts ... sixteen or seventeen year old breasts in my opinion. Her mouth closed in a tight line and she glared at me. I decided that if her mother could ignore her, I could too.

"Did you ever have sexual intercourse away from home?" I asked. That wasn't one of the standard questions, but I couldn't resist needling Rachel just a little.

"Once" said Lizzie while Todd said "Twice" at the same exact time.

They played the 'which time are you thinking of' game and Todd said "What about that time we went to Kendra's wedding?

Lizzie flushed a deep red. Again she started to look at her daughter, but her jaw set and she turned to me.

"I'd forgotten about that. Kendra is my niece, and I was one of the women who stood with her. She was frantic, of course, on her wedding day, I mean, worried about everything. She had us there and dressed three hours before the ceremony. Then she couldn't go anywhere because she was dressed, but she couldn't stand not knowing if everything was happening the way it was supposed to. So I went on little missions for her to make sure everything was OK."

She paused, took a breath, and then went on. She was obviously uncomfortable with what she was going to say.

"Anyway, one time I saw Todd and the kids were sitting around playing cards, and I looked at him and at his hands holding the cards and I got ... excited."

She stopped, obviously unable to describe what happened next in front of Rachel. Todd rose to the occasion, though.

"I knew what was happening when I saw her," said Todd. "Weddings do that to her, even if she thinks it's my hands." He smiled. "At our own wedding she snuck me into the dressing room and I watched her masturbate just before the ceremony."

There was a gasp from Rachel. I darted a glance at her. She had her hand covering her mouth. Her eyebrows were almost up to her hairline. I looked back at Todd, who was still smiling that quiet smile.

"Anyway, I knew she was hot to trot, so I left the kids to play cards and took her to this room where they stored tables and chairs. I had her get up on a table and she lifted her dress up and started rubbing. It would have been fine, but that got me going and I took my ... penis out and masturbated with her. When she saw that she had to have me. We did it right there on that table. I got another hardon twenty minutes later when she sashayed down the aisle, looking better than the bride."

"YOU'RE LYING!" squealed Rachel. She'd tried hard, but couldn't keep it in.

Lizzie clouded up. "He is NOT lying Rachel. You ASKED for this, and I TOLD you the rules. Not another word. Is that clear?"

You know that voice that mothers have that says "I'm not fucking around here ... heads will roll any minute now!" She used that voice. Rachel actually got pale. Or maybe she was already pale from hearing about what happened on the other side of the wall from where she and her brothers were playing cards not so long ago.

Lizzie turned back to me. She was a little pale too.

"That was the time I forgot about. The other one was when we were at a card party at a friend's house. Todd faked an argument to get me to go to a bedroom with him. He'd seen one of the women playing with one of the men's knees under the table - not her husband - and that got HIM excited. He told me about it when we got behind closed doors. We ... um ... kissed and made up and then went back to playing cards."

I had listened to the whole thing without writing a single word down. That didn't seem very like what a real researcher would do so I scribbled a few lines on my not pad, asking them to let me catch up.

Lizzie took that opportunity to talk to her daughter.

"Well, my little grown up girl, are you still interested in hearing the grown ups talk?"

"Is that all true?" asked Rachel meekly.

"Yes, darling. Your parents are sexual beings. That's how you came along, after all, now isn't it?"

"I know that," said Rachel, her voice stronger. "But you really ... masturbate ... in front of Daddy?"

Now that was an interesting question. She had just heard her parents admit to doing the bump ugly two places where most teens would say is NOT the place for parents to do the bump ugly, assuming teens will admit their parents should EVER do the bump ugly. Yet her question was about masturbation.

"Yes," said Lizzie with dignity. "We enjoy that. It is exciting to us both. You would never have known if you'd have been ... if you'd have done as we asked."

"But you don't understand!" said Rachel heatedly. "If I'd have known that two years ago, I wouldn't have felt like such a pervert for two years!"

"What?" Lizzie and Todd both turned to look at her.

"I thought you found out," Rachel said, unaware that nobody knew what she was talking about. "I thought you knew how often I ... um ... touch myself ..." she flushed now and then hurried on. "That's why I said you were lying. I thought you found out how much I do that and you were trying to embarrass me."

Leave it to a fourteen-year-old girl to open up a whole can of worms.

"What ..." Todd started, but now it was Lizzie who put a restraining hand on HIS arm.

"Rachel dear, how often do you masturbate?" asked Lizzie.

Again, Rachel wasn't so eager to discuss what she, herself, had brought up. Everybody waited, though, and she had to.

"Well ... um ... I guess maybe ... five or six times ..." She halted, looking hopeful.

Still nobody said anything, and the silence strung out. It was probably because we all thought she meant she had masturbated five or six times, and we were trying to figure out a way to let her down easy. I mean if she'd only done it five or six times, she was probably abnormal. Most kids did it every other day.

But the silence got more out of her.

"... a day," she added in a small voice.

Well, that got the conversation going again, let me assure you. But it didn't take long before we figured out that, while Rachel rubbed herself five or six times a day, she had no idea that she stopped before the main event ... five or six times a day. It turned out that she'd never had an orgasm. Oh, she THOUGHT she'd had an orgasm. That was that tingly feeling you got when you rubbed, right? But it always left her unsatisfied and horny, so she found herself rubbing again later. She felt perverted about it, though, and never did it long enough to actually have a real life orgasm.

When all this became clear, Lizzie stood up, grabbed Rachel's hand, and pulled her to her feet.

"Come with me darling. I have failed as a mother. I'm going to rectify that right now." Todd was leaning forward, but Lizzie pushed his shoulder gently.

"Not this time Baby," she cooed at him. "Maybe later. We have to talk, my daughter and I. I'll let you know. If you gentlemen will excuse us for a few minutes?"

Well, we were both gentlemen. Or almost gentlemen. We both had a pretty good idea what was going on in the bedroom Lizzie took her daughter into. It was made crystal clear about ten minutes later as a coyote howled in that room, sounding an awful lot like Rachel's voice. I had thought she was an alto. Nope. She can go all the way to high C. She did it twice.

They had been gone maybe half an hour when they finally returned. Lizzie looked at us through half-closed eyes and looked relaxed and happy. Rachel looked everywhere except at us and looked relaxed and embarrassed.

"That was interesting," said Todd, conversationally.

"It would have been more interesting if ..." Lizzie didn't finish and she blushed a little. She shot a look at Todd and then me. I could tell she was still excited. Her shoulders shook like she was shivering. She looked at Todd. "We had a nice talk," she said. "She IS more grown up that we thought dear."

"She's still just fourteen," reminded Todd. Oddly, Rachel didn't say a word. She had sat down in an easy chair and had her head lying back, looking up at the ceiling.

"True," said Lizzie, "but she has the feelings of a woman and we can't ignore that any longer dear. She's too young to just go out and explore those feelings. It wouldn't be safe. But we can't simply ignore them either."

"Where ... exactly ... is she supposed to explore them then?" asked Todd. His voice sounded tight.

"We explored just a little bit in there," said Lizzie. "I learned something new." She looked at me. "We seem to be learning a lot of new things since Bob came into our lives."

"What ... did you learn?" asked Todd.

"I ... touched her," said Lizzie.

Rachel's head came off the back of the chair and she looked confused. "Mommy kissed me," she said.

"We kiss you all the time," said Todd.

"Not like this," whispered Rachel. She looked at her father. "I never felt anything like this. I never knew. I thought I peed!"

Lizzie laughed. "You have a very passionate daughter Todd. I think she has decided she likes orgasms."

"Does this mean I'm a lesbian?" asked Rachel, fear in her voice.

"Not at all darling," said Lizzie. She didn't speak loudly. "We just helped each other feel good, that's all. Your father helps me feel good like that all the time and I love it. I help him feel good too, and I love doing that too."

"But isn't it ... incest?" asked Rachel.

Lizzie frowned. "You know, if you'd have asked me that yesterday, I'd have said yes. And I suppose most people would say it is. But it didn't FEEL like incest to me. It just felt like I was sharing something sweet with my daughter. I feel very close to you right now Rachel."

"I liked it," said Rachel finally. "I don't want it to be something bad."

"In that case we'll just have to work that out between us so that it isn't anything bad," said Lizzie. She looked at me. "We've kind of gotten off subject somehow Bob."

I was a college student, a philosopher, and a master bullshitter. This was the most fascinating stuff I had ever seen, and I didn't want to be excluded from it. I turned on the bullshit.

"Actually, Lizzie, from my vantage point I'm not so sure it IS off point. You and Todd have created a relationship, which is what I'm researching. That relationship necessarily includes any offspring. I'm not here to judge the relationship, simply explore it and gather data that will support or refute my hypothesis. I am in no way repelled by what I have seen in this family. I respect your ability to judge what is best for you, your husband and your children."

I thought it was a pretty good speech.

"And would your report, or whatever it is that will come out of this research ... would it necessarily include any references to ... incest?" she probed.

"No," I said firmly. "My paper will be restricted to an analysis of the hypothesis about similarities of appearance between husbands and wives."

It suddenly occurred to me that there was really no point in conducting further interviews with this particular couple. I already had the answers to the questions I needed. The intricacies of their sex lives were interesting - OK, fascinating - but not critical to the furtherance of the paper. But I did NOT want to abandon this family now. I was too fascinated in just watching the interplay between family members as they all learned and experienced new things. To that end I added something to my comment.

"I do think that while there are many reasons why a couple stays together, the relationships within a family unit have a lot to do with that. In one sense, the sexual tapestry within a family can be a 'make or break' kind of scenario. As the adult partners grow and discover their own needs and wants, the children in the family are doing the same thing and that can create conflict, as we have seen here tonight. The ability to deal with those conflicts can be critical to the health of the family unit. Since society isn't responsible for dealing with the inner workings of a family, I think it is completely reasonable for a family to stray from societal norms occasionally. If that's what helps family members cope with their needs and wants, then who am I or anyone else to say it's wrong?"

I was proud of my academic outlook on things. Lizzie was a sharp cookie, though, and saw through all my posturing.

"You like to watch too, don't you Bob?" she said softly.

Busted! I sighed. "I admit I find this family a fascinating and thoroughly enjoyable group of people to be around."

"I'm excited again," said Lizzie, looking at me with her half lidded gaze. Then she looked at Todd. "I want to do what we planned."

Todd returned her stare with a level look.

"With Rachel here?" he asked.

Lizzie didn't look at her daughter.

"Yes."

CHAPTER TWO

I have to admit I was fascinated to watch how things progressed. I have used that word a lot in this narrative - fascinated - but it's the perfect word for what I was feeling. Lizzie couldn't just stand up, drop her pants and rub off in front of her husband, daughter and me. It required much more than that to meet her needs. She left the room.

That left Todd, Rachel and me sitting there like bumps on a log. Rachel had very recently experienced her first real orgasm - two of them in fact - and had been much more intimate with her mother than we men yet knew. When she had said her mother kissed her, we naturally thought it was a lip kiss. As it turned out, I later learned that Lizzie had brought Rachel off with her fingers the first time, and with her mouth the second time. So Rachel was feeling ... odd. Add two men into the equation, one of whom was her father and the other a stranger, and that must made her feel more odd.

But there was more. That first time, when Lizzie masturbated her teenage daughter in the bedroom, she was well aware that mood has as much to do with getting sexual release as the physical goings-on. And, since what turned Lizzie on about masturbation was having her husband - and now possibly me - watch her, she talked about that with Rachel, telling her that both men out there in the living room would love to be there in the room with them, seeing Rachel naked, in the role of a mature sexual being. Whether it was the same kink as her mother had, or something natural in women that gives them a thrill when a man notices them sexually, that scenario appealed to Rachel and was an integral part of her first orgasm.

In short, she was looking at both her father and me as men first, and as a father and stranger second, while she sat alone with us in the living room. She was, however, only fourteen, and no amount of grown up passion can make up completely for an almost total lack of experience in dealing with men or those passions. She was excited and scared at the same time. She was a turned on woman/girl, who didn't know what in the world to do about it.

Of course neither Todd nor I knew that then. The males of the species were clueless as hormones, desires and fears coursed through Rachel's body. Interestingly, it was simple love for his offspring that resolved that particular situation.

"Are you all right baby?" Todd asked his horny, scared, excited, nervous, sexually awakened daughter.

In answer she stood, went to him and sat on his lap for a hug. She stood up immediately and peered into his lap, which had a significant bulge in it. He was probably anticipating the return of his wife and the start of festivities that he knew he would enjoy.

"Um ... sorry, Punkin," he said softly.

Rachel looked at his face, and then back at his lap. "Mom said you'd get horny thinking about us doing things," she said.

"Us?" he said.

"Her and me ... in the bedroom," said Rachel.

Then she realized he could have interpreted her earlier comment as she and HE. She blushed. But then she sat down on what she had been staring at.

"I never thought about you in that way before," she said, her face inches from her father's. It's weird."

Todd looked back and tried to smile. "Baby, you don't have to think about that at all if you don't want to. I've never thought about you that way either."

She wiggled on his lap. "It FEELS like you're thinking that way."

"That's because of what your mother is going to do," he said.

"Oh." She actually sounded a little disappointed. "Is she really going to ... do that ... in front of you?" She looked out of the sides of her eyes at me. "In front of BOTH of you?"

"She's very excited about doing that," said Todd. "I know that's hard for you to understand."

"No it isn't," she said, matter-of-factly. "I know how it feels to have boys look at you, and pretend you're naked in their minds and stuff. Boys do that all the time. It makes me feel all tingly when they do that."

"Do you like it?" asked Todd.

"Sometimes," she said. She was all fourteen-year-old at that instant. "If I like the boy I like it. If I don't like him then it feels creepy. But it always makes me feel tingly."

She wiggled on his lap again and he groaned. Both Rachel and I could tell it was not a groan of pain.

"I feel tingly right now Daddy," she said. Her voice was much more innocent sounding than her actions looked. "Mom said you would have liked to watch what we were doing in there," she said, wiggling some more. I couldn't tell if she was wiggling for her own pleasure, or trying to tease her father. "Bob too," she added.

For the first time I had a zing of interest in this girl that surpassed the normal male penchant for looking at every female as a potential sexual partner. We men do that instinctively, but usually suppress anything that comes from that initial ... examination. But her use of my name, instead of "that man too" or "him too" suggested she saw me as a person, rather than the stranger who had gotten their household into an uproar and resulted in her initiation, at least partly, into the mysteries of being a woman. Her informal acceptance of me as "Bob" signaled something in my brain that made her more than just a fourteen-year-old girl in the house. I realized my own prick was stiffening. The philosopher in me was fascinated at my own response. I knew what Lizzie was going to do, but it was the casual calling of my name by a teenage girl that had affected my libido even more.

Todd really was a loving father. He didn't jump on the chance to expand his voyeuristic opportunities, perhaps at the expense of a tender and vulnerable girl.

"How did that make you feel?" he asked instead.

She blushed and didn't say anything for a few seconds. She also didn't look at him in the eyes, but rather she looked down at his chest.

"It made me feel like I was going to just explode. What she was doing to me ... and thinking about ... you ... and then what I was suddenly feeling. I think I screamed," she finished in a whisper.

"I heard you," said her father.

"I was so embarrassed," she whined.

"You don't have to be embarrassed ever again," he said, kissing her forehead.

Rachel looked up and a tentative smile turned into a beaming smile as Rachel hugged her father tightly.

"Thank you Daddy," she said into his neck.

"I love you, Punkin," he said back to her.

I almost wish Lizzie hadn't come back into the room just then. It would have been interesting to see what else would have been said.

But Lizzie did come back into the room.

She was dressed in the white peignoir again.

Just as before, Lizzie had only the panties on under the wispy jacket. She had touched up her makeup and she was delicious looking. There was a stain of pink from the tops of her breasts, up into her throat and onto her cheeks. I couldn't tell whether that was sexual excitement, or embarrassment. If it was embarrassment she handled it well. She had put on high heels too, and it changed her appearance. Before she had been an almost naked housewife, tending to a house guest, even if it was in a really sexy way. Those heels made her into a model, exhibiting her body to those present. I couldn't believe how much sexier they made her look, if that was possible.

"That's my man's lap you're sitting on," she said to Rachel. Her voice was husky and low.

"He's my Daddy and I love him," said Rachel.

"You can't sit on his lap while I do what I want to do," said Lizzie.

Todd's solution to the problem was to stand, helping Rachel stand with him, and to move to the couch, where he eased himself down, pulling his daughter down beside him, his left arm around her shoulders. I stayed in the chair I was in. Lizzie went to the dining room and brought back a chair, which she set in the middle of the room. Then she sat on it primly, knees together, facing the rest of us. She was already breathing deeply.

There was no script ... no words. She started by lightly caressing her breasts through the jacket, lifting them, pushing them together, and brushing her hands across the tips. Then one hand went inside the jacket to do the same thing, while the other hand went to the single bow that held the front of the jacket together just above her breasts. She stared at Todd the whole time.

When the bow was undone she leaned forward, moving her arms back and holding them straight down. She gave her shoulders a little shimmy-shake and the jacket floated back and off her body, caught between her body and the back of the chair. Her breasts shook and wobbled as she did this, not in a garish stripper kind of way, but more naturally, swaying and bouncing gently. Her stiff nipples were like two maestro's batons, directing Todd's and my nutsacks to tighten and saliva to pool in our mouths. Todd made a small sound in his throat. She spent five minutes on her breasts, tweaking and pulling at her nipples until they stood proud off her breasts, even longer and harder. Then, while one hand continued in that pursuit, the other slid slowly down, over her flat abdomen, the fingertips dipping under the waistband of her panties. Her knees parted, splaying open as she leaned back.

Todd made another sound and his right hand went to his lap. It squeezed the lump there, and then rubbed. I tore my eyes off of Lizzie just long enough to see what Rachel was doing. Her mouth was hanging open, her eyes glued to her mother.

"Mmmmmmmm" came a velvety sound from Lizzie's throat as her fingers slid through her pubic hair and to the pussy lips we could clearly see through the panties. Those fingers went in a small circle, making three or four complete revolutions. She pulled the hand out and I heard a sigh from the couch. I couldn't tell who had let it out.

Lizzie's hands went to her hips, and for the first time I saw there were ties there ... bows. She didn't look at them, but felt for a loose end with each hand and slowly pulled. The bows came loose, and she dropped her hands to let them hang by her sides. The front of her panties lay there ... loose ... covering her, but not covering her. The tension was almost unbearable.

Then her hands came up and her fingers flicked and that wispy cloth flew forward and fell to hang off the front of the chair. Lizzie was completely bare to us all. Her pussy lips were dark, almost maroon. They gaped open and looked shiny wet. Her right hand slid down through that hair again, made four or five more circles over her slit, pressing hard and the chair creaked as her hips shifted. She changed to rubbing up and down her whole slit and after three or four of those flat-handed rubs, her middle finger disappeared into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmm" moaned Lizzie again, letting her head fall back.

She slid her finger back out and then in again, and then back out, her legs opening even wider. Her head came forward and she stared at Todd.

"You can take it out darling." She gave him permission to do what he was desperate to do, but hadn't been able to let himself do with his daughter sitting right beside him.

He looked at Rachel, who looked wide-eyed at him, and then took his arm from around her. He used his left hand to hold his pants while his right hand slid his zipper down. He wasn't wearing underwear and his manhood eagerly sought open air. He pulled his balls out too and then leaned back against the couch.

Rachel stared at the stiff column of flesh protruding from her father's pants. Then she took his left arm and put it around her again, snuggling her shoulder into his arm pit.

Lizzie's eyes glittered as she looked at her husband and daughter. Her finger slid into her pussy and she pulled upward with it, then wagged it back and forth. Todd began jacking his cock. He was uncircumcised, and the big purple glans at the end of his penis flashed in the light as it was uncovered and then covered again. Rachel's head went back and forth, like she was at a tennis match, as she tried to watch both her mother and father at the same time. Her own hand went to press between her jeans-clad legs.

"Do you want to do it too?" panted Lizzie to her daughter.

"No!" gasped Rachel. "Not yet ... not now."

I assumed she was still reluctant to bare herself in front of me. I wanted to jack off too, for that matter, and realized I was massaging my own stiff prick through my pants.

"How about you Bob?" asked Lizzie.

"I probably shouldn't," I gasped back.

Lizzie understood my reluctance. "Rachel, honey, would it be OK if Bob did what your father is doing?"

"Yes!" barked Rachel, surprising me. I had thought she was uncomfortable with my being there.

I was hot enough that I took her at her word. I had on jeans, which made it hard to get my prick out, so I stood up and lowered my pants to my thighs and sat back down, stretching out. I started flogging my meat immediately. Now Rachel had three places to look. She was going to have a sore neck by the time we were done.

Lizzie's hand was a blur now as she rubbed and poked at her pussy. Perhaps a minute later she was slumped in the chair, her ass right on the edge when her head went back and she moaned. "OHHHHH YESSSSSSSS."

Todd's arm came away from his daughter and he bounced up off the couch, going immediately between his wife's spread thighs. He was jerking his prick like crazy. Rachel's vision was blocked and she bounced up too, moving toward me to stand beside my chair where she could see both me and her father.

Todd's head went back and he let out a strangled "Uuuuhg" and his hand froze on his prick. His head came down and he aimed his prick, to paint Lizzie's mons and the hand that was still rubbing at her clit. Three long squirts of heavy semen coated her as she rubbed it in, shoving it up into her pussy with slippery fingers.

I could almost feel Rachel's breath as she panted beside me. I didn't look up. I just let fly. I didn't try to catch it in anything. I just concentrated on the experience of ejaculating with two women watching. I also produced three healthy spurts, the first two of which shot out a foot or more, landing on my legs. The third was less strong and I pulled up so that it went straight up and then fell down onto my hand.

Rachel's breathing had stopped suddenly and I looked up to find her staring at my penis and sperm-covered hand, her eyes wild. She was holding her breath, and as her eyes met mine it gusted out of her forcefully. She went back to the couch on wobbly knees and sat down, her hand firmly clamped between her thighs.

That was it for that night ... at least for me. Lizzie stayed naked, but cleaned up to see me out the door. There was an air of expectancy in the room as Todd shook my hand and grinned at me. Rachel managed a shy "That was fun," but wouldn't really look at me. Lizzie kissed me, a sloppy wet-lipped kiss that told me she was very happy with how things had turned out.

"Next week, same night?" she asked softly after the kiss.

"I'm nowhere near done interviewing this family." I grinned.

It must have been an interesting week at the ... well I'm not going to use their last name ... but it must have been interesting there that week. When I arrived a week later, the atmosphere was very relaxed, including Rachel, who answered the door and smiled at me. She was wearing a tank top, and I could see nipples poking out through it.

"Come on in," she said.

She led me to the dining room, where the table was already set. Lizzie was setting out dishes of food. She was wearing a tank top too and she was also braless. Her large breasts pushed themselves outward so strongly that it made it seem like you could see their shape through the fabric. As she saw me looking at her I actually saw her nipples stiffen and elongate. She smiled at me. She also had on some kind of stretchy shorts that were pulled tight in her crotch, displaying a perfect camel toe.

Todd shook my hand. As usual he had on slacks and a button down shirt.

Dinner was just as normal as it was possible for a dinner to be. We talked about the news of the day, the dry spell we were going through, and the food we were eating. Lizzie asked me if I was doing any other interviews concurrent with theirs and I explained that I had two other couples I was talking to.

"Are any of them ... like us?" she asked.

"No, not in the sense you're asking," I answered.

"I suppose we're a very strange family," she sighed. "I feel so ... I don't know ... emancipated maybe." She smiled. "Since we met you I mean."

"I'm glad for that," I said.

I could tell she was feeling a little guilty about being so emancipated, so I mentioned that, while I wasn't interviewing any other couples like them at present, there had been 'others' in the past. I fudged on that a little. Actually there was only that first wild experience with Ralph and Tanya, who I still saw occasionally, but I wanted Lizzie to be happily emancipated. There is little enough joy in this world. What joy we can find should be embraced and nurtured, in my opinion.

The boys had once again been shipped off to a friend's house for the night. Todd said that he thought they were still too young at eleven and twelve to be ... emancipated ... with the rest of the family.

He looked over at Rachel. "I can't believe how well Rachel has been able to cope with all that's happened in the last week."

Rachel blushed a little bit, but said "I love what we do Daddy. I feel so relaxed now. I'm not all upset all the time like I used to be."

I raised an eyebrow at Lizzie, who winked and shook her head slightly.

"Not yet," she mouthed silently.

As I helped carry dishes to the counter Lizzie expanded on her silent information.

"We're both in the room when we play now, and she's there with us, but we just make sure she has lots of orgasms. I think she's ready for the next step, but Todd is a little anxious about doing anything more serious."

"You seem to be taking this pretty well," I commented.

"She's going to do all these things sooner or later. I actually feel much better that she's learning about them in a controlled environment. I know that's a skewed way of looking at things, but I can't help but feel she's safer here than out there somewhere in the back of a car."

"And yet you never had any incestuous leanings before this?" I asked.

"Never," she said firmly. "A month ago I would have reacted to that like any normal mother. But I know Todd loves me, and I know Rachel loves us both, and we love her and it just seems more ... practical, I guess, to explore things here at home. I won't stop her from having normal relationships when she's a couple of years older, but I hope by then she'll be experienced enough to be able to control things much better than if she were a babe in the woods. Does that make sense?"

"Absolutely," I said. I was surprised at my own reaction. A month or two ago I probably wouldn't have reacted that way. But actually seeing it happen put a different perspective on things. I knew nobody was forcing Rachel to do anything, and that she was in a safe environment. And Lizzie was right. We take a lot of time and energy to raise our kids, worrying about them and teaching them everything we think they need to know to succeed in the world. Except sex. That, we just let happen, however it happens, with whoever it happens with. Oh sure, we tell them to wait, but everybody knows they won't. One of the major parts of their adult life ... and we make them figure it out the hard way, in the back of a car, or at some drunken party. Despite what society says ... that's counterintuitive when you think about it.

"Todd and I talked this week," said Lizzie, drying her hands.

"That's nice," I said, not getting what she was going after.

"We might want to try something new tonight," she said.

"That's nice too," I said noncommittally.

"Do you think you could ... touch me?" she asked.

I almost laughed. "I don't think that would be a problem of any sort," I giggled.

Did you know giggling makes a man feel really stupid?

It turned out to be WAY more intimate than just touching. During the week Rachel and her mother did the things they'd already done, while Todd watched and masturbated with them. The only new thing that happened was that when he spurted, some of it got on Rachel.

She didn't mind.

But both Todd and Lizzie felt that anything patently new should be done in my presence. They couldn't explain it, but it just seemed that with me there, it was more clinical, but just as exciting. Maybe my watching them somehow gave them 'permission' to do the things they wanted to do.

And, always before, what they wanted to do had been a surprise to them. This week, though, they had thought about things, expanding their examination of the changes that had taken place in their family, and thinking about the future. Rachel had too. It had been made clear to her that part of her father's response during these acts was because of his feelings for her. She was naturally curious about that.

That was one of the new things they wanted to explore this night.

They started with dancing. I danced with Lizzie, and Todd danced with Rachel. It was almost funny at first, because Rachel had been to a couple of school dances, where she learned to "slow dance" by watching the older kids. What that meant was that she put her hands on her father's buttocks, crushed her chest against his, and expected him to do the same. Lizzie and I had automatically taken up a standard waltzing stance, with her right hand in my left, my other hand on her waist and her other hand on my shoulder. We didn't keep any distance between us, but it wasn't a hug-and-grope kind of thing. Todd attempted to do the same thing with Rachel.

"What are you doing?" asked the girl as he tried to take her hand.

She wasn't being sarcastic. The hug-and-grope was the only way she knew how to dance slowly. It was an instant and stark announcement of the generation gap between older man and younger woman.

Todd adjusted, with a wry smile tossed toward his wife and me, as he cupped his little girl's buttocks and she hugged him close, her face buried in his chest.

Not wanting to make them uncomfortable (yeah ... right ) I changed into the hug-and-grope with Lizzie, feeling her bare bottom under the thin stretchy shorts she was wearing. Her breasts pushed into my chest, warm and soft, and I was erect instantly.

"I'm flattered," whispered Lizzie in my ear. She stuck the tip of her tongue where she'd just whispered and I shivered.

"You've got to be joking," I murmured back. "You're a knockout and you know it."

She laughed. "It's always nice to have your own opinion supported." She ground that camel toe into my groin and I pushed back.

"You're might get lucky tonight," she whispered. "Todd doesn't know that part yet, but I think he'll get off on it ... if it happens."

"Don't tease me," I moaned into her ear.

"I'm very excited," she whispered back.

I took the plunge and slid my hands into the back of her shorts, feeling warm skin under them.

Todd saw me and did the same to Rachel. I had been so intent on looking at her nipples when she let me in that I hadn't noticed that she, too, was wearing tight form-fitting stretchy shorts. She emulated her mother a great deal. I saw her shudder once, quickly, as she felt her father's big hands on her teenaged buttocks.

I don't think it was intentional, but the way it worked out, Lizzie and I set the pace of things. The CD that was playing was all love songs, and all perfect for slow dancing. After three or four with our groins grinding together, Lizzie told me she wanted to feel her skin on mine and paused between songs to whip her tank top off as I fumbled with my T shirt. Then her warm breasts were pressed against my chest and the grinding at our loins became more pronounced. She was masturbating on my lump as we pretended to dance. Her hands sought entrance at the back of my jeans, but they were too tight for her to get her hands all the way in them.

"Look at them," came Rachel's voice, neither soft nor loud.

"Looks good to me," said Todd.

Within a minute they were dancing like we were, bare chest to bare chest.

I found Lizzie's face in front of mine. She had that half-lidded look again. A man can usually tell when a woman wants to be kissed, and I got that feeling, but it still took her face moving toward mine before I surrendered to her lips. She was a good kisser, her lips firm and hungry on mine as her tongue probed gently. We stood still and just made out like teenagers for probably five minutes.

"I have to masturbate," she gasped finally.

With smooth sure movements she skinned her shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving them and her shoes on the floor. She pulled my hand and went to the couch, where she sank down, legs already wide open.

"Take your pants off," she demanded as she began rubbing circles around her clit.

I had on tennis shoes, and just pushed them off as I slid my jeans down. I had to pull them off, and bent over, my face right in front of her pussy. I could hear her juices squishing around as she rubbed. I could smell her too. When I stood up my prick jutted right at her.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Rachel sit down at the other end of the couch. Todd knelt and she lifted her hips as he pulled her shorts down. She wasn't wearing panties either. Her face was flushed and she rubbed herself, also in little circles as she watched her father get naked.

Todd stood in front of her, and I in front of Lizzie. We both began stroking our cocks, while the women moaned and rubbed. I saw that Rachel was just as violent and shoved her finger just as far in her pussy as Lizzie did.

"Get closer to me," moaned Lizzie.

The choices were to step to the edge of the couch, which would put my prick right at her face level, or to kneel between those spread thighs, which would put my prick at her pussy level. I remembered her comment about maybe getting lucky and chose to kneel.

Todd did the same.

"Closer," huffed Lizzie.

I put the tip of my prick an inch from her pussy. The movement of my hand was erratic and made me get closer and further away from her.

"Tell me when you're going to cum," Lizzie whispered.

"I'm already close," I gasped.

"Oooooo Daddy" moaned Rachel. "This is so hot!"

I turned to see Todd jerking wildly on his prick. It was bumping into Rachel's fingers as she rubbed and lifted her hips in the ancient invitation to mate.

"Uhhhhhh" I groaned. "Lizzieeeeee" I moaned.

Her hands came to her pussy and she pulled her pussy lips apart, opening herself up. I could see the dark hole I wished my prick was filling.

"Squirt me there," she panted.

I blew. I felt like the top of my head blew off as I pulled one last time and then tried to aim. My first shot hit her clit and traveled up onto her pubic hair. Feeling light headed I leaned forward another inch and pushed down while jerking and felt almost proud as a stream of my spunk landed square in her open pussy. Her hand flashed right there and she drove two fingers deep, rubbing furiously as she cried out and came.

I slumped, sitting on my calves and my head turned weakly on a limp neck to see Todd still jerking mightily on his prick. Rachel's face was turned toward us and her tongue was actually hanging out of her mouth. She didn't spread her pussy lips, like her mother had. She was too busy rubbing. So Todd's first spurt coated her fingers. She squealed and rubbed harder.

"It's OK, baby," he gasped. "I've had a vasectomy."

He aimed the rest at her own collection of thin pubic hairs, but his next shot went clear to her breasts. She pulled a hand up to slide it through his spooge and then returned the semen-covered fingers to her pussy, rubbing and pushing her finger into her pussy. Todd let go of his cock as it gave a last spurt and he pulled her hand away from her pussy.

"Noooooooo" she complained, her hips coming up toward her hand, which was clasped firmly in his. Her other hand started for her pussy, but Todd beat her to it. He took his long middle finger and pushed it into her pussy, digging deep. I saw how he spread his first finger so that the webbing would contact her clit. Then he wagged his hand at the wrist, filling her and massaging her clit at the same time.

"WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH" Rachel popped and flopped. I found out later that her own finger and one of her mothers was all she had ever had inside her. Her father's larger, rougher finger was like a juvenile prick, just the right thickness and length to fill her without stretching her too much. He kept her going by leaning in to suck at one of her nipples.

I turned to find Lizzie gasping as she watched her husband and daughter. Her hand was busy between her leg, still rubbing my spunk into her pussy. I looked down and was amazed to see I was stiff again. Lizzie saw it too.

"Toooodd" Lizzie moaned out loudly.

He turned to look at her. My prick was pointing up out of my groin, pointing at her pussy up above, pointing ... sniffing ... bobbing.

"I need him baby. Can I have him pleeeease?" she whined.

His hand went back to his flaccid cock and grabbed it, squeezing. He looked at me and nodded.

All I had to do get up off my calves, and lean forward, and my prick kissed the back of her hand. Her hand grasped for me immediately and pulled. As I entered her I leaned forward and came up on my toes, falling toward her until my pubic bone smacked into hers. Her hips tried to lift off the couch, but I was pinning her there, all the way in her as my balls made a slapping sound on her wet butt cheeks.

"Ohhhh yessssss," she groaned. "Sooooo deeep."

I didn't so much fuck her as just stay buried in her and move my hips around. I had just cum and while I was excited, she was so wet and so wide open that there wasn't all that much pressure on me. As such I was able to just prod her as she found two orgasms. After the last one she fell back onto the couch limp.

"You can't ... cum ... in me," she panted. "I'm not ... protected."

I thought about that sperm I'd shot right in her open pussy, and how she had shoved it up deep inside her with her fingers. But that had been immensely erotic and satisfying, and while I could cum if I tried, I didn't feel the serious URGE to cum. So I pulled out of her slowly, my prick still stiff.

"Thank you," she panted.

She pushed at me and I stood as she sat up. Without asking for anyone's permission her mouth captured my prick and her hands cupped my balls and she began giving me a fantastic blow job. She pulled off once in a while to stroke me with her hand, and swallow. I looked over to see that Todd had squeezed onto the couch between Rachel and the end, kind of sideways. She had moved over, but still lay splayed out, legs open. One of her hands played gently between her legs, and the other played gently with her father's soft cock. They watched as Lizzie used her mouth and hands to bring me to the brink. Then, showing off like the exhibitionist she was, she opened her mouth and jacked on me until I shot a stream of spunk onto her tongue. She closed around the head and sucked the rest out as I swayed and put my hands on her head for balance.

Finally she pulled off of me, swallowed loudly, smacked her lips and smiled up at me.

"You taste good," she said.

She pulled and I fell between her and Rachel, my hips wedging between theirs. I lay there gasping and felt a hand sliding across each thigh. I looked down to see Rachel's fingers, and her mother's, twine and settle on my limp cock.

I stayed the night that night too. As we relaxed there on the couch Todd and Lizzie talked to Rachel about what had just happened. It hadn't been planned, exactly, and they were both curious and a little worried that it may have been more than she was ready for. She disabused them of that idea quickly.

"I've always thought Daddy was handsome and sexy," she said, one hand full of his cock and the other full of mine. "And since you were here ... with Bob ... it wasn't scary at all." She sounded surprised. She blew us all away by asking "Daddy, why didn't you put yours in me like Bob did to Mom?"

Todd was lost for words for a few seconds. "I guess I didn't think you were ready for that," he said. "I mean up to now we've just played. Actually having intercourse is something much more serious baby."

"It looked like fun," she said.

"It is fun, darling," said Lizzie, "but Daddy's right. It's a very serious thing to have intercourse. That's how you become pregnant."

"Not with Daddy," came Rachel's pragmatic retort. "He said he's had a vasectomy."

"Yes, but it's different," said Todd.

"How?" asked Rachel.

Todd looked at Lizzie helplessly. Like most people they saw a big difference between masturbation, even mutual masturbation, and intercourse. People think of one as sex and the other as ... something close to sex.

Lizzie tried to adapt. "Your father's penis is a lot bigger than his finger, dear. It would stretch you and hurt you at first."

"What about Bob?" asked Rachel. "His is smaller."

I knew that, of course. I had seen Todd's prick, and it was both longer and fatter than mine. But a man doesn't like to dwell on the fact that he's smaller than another man.

Lizzie, perhaps because she had had the penis under discussion lodged firmly in her own pussy, wasn't shocked by her daughter's apparent, and somewhat sudden, acceptance of me as a potential sexual partner.

"Bob has NOT had a vasectomy," she said. "Bob could get you very pregnant."

"He didn't spurt in you," said Rachel. She was almost maddeningly pragmatic about all this. "So he wouldn't spurt in me either," she rationalized.

I decided to get into the act. "That's sweet of you to say Rachel," I said, "but it isn't always as easy as that. There are a lot of factors to consider. It would be much harder for me not to ejaculate in you than it was in your mother."

"Why?"

"Well, I had already ejaculated once, for one thing, and that makes it more difficult to do it again soon. I didn't feel the urge as much. You're young and beautiful and a man instinctively wants to make a baby in every woman he has sex with. If I were making love with you I'd want to do that, and it might be really hard for me to control it. It's complicated." It was the best I could do.

"Well, I think you could control yourself. You're very good at controlling yourself," Rachel pronounced.

And just like that, I was chosen to divest Rachel of her virginity, such as was left.

CHAPTER THREE

It didn't happen that night. The rest of that night was spent in Rachel learning how to do this fascinating thing her mother had done with her mouth and hands. She practiced on both her father and me, announcing that Daddy tasted better, but she liked how my penis felt in her mouth more. She added, fluttering her eyelashes at her father, that she only liked it a very tiny bit more. She watched avidly as her father mounted her mother, crawling up behind Todd as he rutted into his wife, and playing with his flopping balls, causing him to grunt and cum. The last thing she did was sit on the couch and masturbate herself and me to one more orgasm. This time she wanted to feel my spunk on her skin again, and I painted her breasts with it. She rubbed it all over and would have rubbed her pussy too, but Lizzie stopped her by covering her daughter's pussy with her mouth. After that, Rachel was satisfied. We cleaned up. Rachel went to bed with her parents. I was invited, but the bed looked awfully full with the three of them in it. Leaving them as a family, I slept on the couch instead.

Perhaps, in an attempt to encourage Rachel that there were things to do with friends other than sex, the next morning there was no hanky panky. We had breakfast, and after a long kiss from Lizzie, and a short but warm one from Rachel, I left. Lizzie said she'd call me to arrange another appointment. That seemed a little odd, in a way, but I didn't ask any questions. I was fully aware that my relationship with this family, while very close, wouldn't be permanent.

Lizzie did call a few days later, and specified a particular date for our next meeting.

"Rachel will have just finished her period if things go normally," she explained.

"You're sure you want to let her go through with this?" I asked. It's not every day you get picked to deflower a virgin while her loving parents watch.

"She is, and you must know by now that she's very stubborn," laughed Lizzie.

"I could always use a condom," I said. I didn't want to. No man does. But I would if asked to.

"I don't think so," said Lizzie. "With somebody else yes. You're special. I know you'll do your best to protect her, but I thought we should make it as natural as possible. If she's like any other woman, sooner or later she's going to want to know what it feels like to have one of those things go off inside her. We may as well get that out of the way now. For now we'll just time things very closely to be as safe as possible. Later, after her curiosity is satisfied, we can require her to use protection from then on. I don't want to put her on the pill and have her thinking that protects her from everything. I want her to think protection is her responsibility, and that she can't depend on any man for that. I'm hoping it will be a while before we face that, but someday I know she's going to find a boy she likes and things will proceed naturally. There won't be anything I can do about it then."

After we hung up I sat and reflected on how truly odd the situation was. Ralph and Tanya had been odd, but this was really way out there. Actually, I was young enough, and inexperienced enough, in one sense, that I didn't realize how completely aberrant things were, at least compared to the average family.

I arrived at Lizzie and Todd's at the appointed time, and was met by a very in-heat Rachel. This time I got a long, wet kiss, just like her mother had given me the last time I left. I got a nice pelvic grind too, which produced a result that delighted Rachel.

It was almost anticlimactic when, after supper, Rachel positioned her parents on chairs beside their bed. I thought it was interesting that she chose THEIR bed, but Lizzie was trying hard not to laugh, and Todd looked very serious, so I didn't say anything.

It was almost technical. Rachel undressed me and then herself, darting looks at my penis, which was ramrod straight. She settled herself on the bed, wiggled until she got comfortable, and then instructed me to join her. There was no romance involved in this situation at all, at least not in the beginning. She was a woman on a mission. She instructed me to kiss her, and then which nipple to suck first, and when to change. She was like a kid with a new toy, impatient and eager. I was worried at first that she'd be dry, but apparently she'd been excited about this for hours before I got there, because when I probed with a finger (without being told to) I found slippery hot pussy just waiting to wrap itself around its first penis.

She was the picture of confidant woman, almost domineering.

Until she felt my prick at the gates of her untried pussy. I nosed it in, right on cue as her hand pulled me there. Then she froze.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

In an instant she changed from woman-in-charge to vestal virgin.

"Relax." I kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I'm going to make sure you have a good time."

What I did was reach down and grasp my penis like I was going to beat off. That left an inch or so sticking out of my hand. That inch I pressed into her. My hand pressed against her mons, clitty included. Then I basically fucked my hand. By pressing forward I could feed her maybe a couple of inches, but no more. Those two inches didn't stress her out at all, probably because she'd had enough fingers in her that she was used to it. It didn't take long before she was bucking up against my hand.

"More," she panted.

I slid my hand backwards, right against my balls. Now she had three inches maximum.

"Mmmmm that's nice," she moaned. Her head was back and she alternated between keeping her eyes closed and looking up into my face.

I heard a noise and looked over to see that somehow, without me even knowing it, Lizzie had skinned out of her clothes and was splayed out on her chair masturbating like crazy, her eyes glued to her daughter's face. Todd was equally naked, and slowly stroking his cock. I couldn't help but think he was a little resentful that I was where I was ... and he wasn't. He didn't make any bones over it, though, and the next time she grunted "More." I took my hand away.

I didn't just force it in her. I more or less worked my way a little deeper and then a little deeper and quite suddenly I hit bottom and was all the way in her. She felt my pubic bone hit hers and her head popped up off the pillow and she strained to see where all those fabulous feelings were coming from.

"It's in me!" she gasped.

I did a little circle with my loins, pushing hard and touching her clit and cervix at the same time.

"It doesn't hurt at ALL!" she squealed.

She started using muscles she didn't even know she had, and I was in trouble almost immediately. It may not have hurt her, but she was very tight. When those muscles started working and she started panting like she'd just run a couple of miles, I suddenly felt an ominous tingle in my balls as my prick sang for joy.

"We have to slow down Rachel," I groaned.

"No! Faster!" she yipped, humping up at me.

I gave her four or five strokes and almost got it out of her in time. As I was withdrawing, I felt the first soothing shot of spunk rocket through my prick. I left her pussy mouth covered with the last of that spurt and emptied myself on her belly.

"Nooooooo" she squealed. Her mons slammed into my stomach. "Don't take it out!" she cried.

"I'm sorry," I groaned. "I had to."

Suddenly something big and heavy slammed into my right side and I was rolling to land flat on my back beside Rachel. Todd was right there.

"I'll help you baby," he moaned.

Gone was her fear of her father's longer, larger penis. She reached for him eagerly. He didn't take his time at all and, as things turned out, it was probably good that I had left a string of slippery cum in her pussy. His long lunge DID skewer her and she let out an explosive "OOOFF" as his pelvis moved her upwards a couple of inches.

"TODD!" yelled Lizzie, and I saw her rise and come toward them.

"I'm sorry baby," he whined, pushing harder.

"Ohhh Daddyyyyyyy" moaned Rachel. Her arms snapped up, slipped between his arms and wrapped around his back, pulling hard.

It's a good thing that Rachel was very vocal. It looked like he was killing her, trying to pound her flat. Lizzie hovered over them, her hands reaching, but not touching though, as Rachel's voice informed anyone within thirty feet that she was having a GREAT time. It was basically a litany of a bunch of "YES DADDY", interspersed with several "OH DON'T STOP DADDY" and, just before she let loose with an agonized scream "OH PLEEEASE DON'T STOP DADDY!"

Lizzie's look of worry turned to something else and she looked at me, lying there. She came around the foot of the bed and leaned over to suck me back to hardness. That took a lot less time than I thought it would and she climbed up on me, still watching as her husband kept going and Rachel thanked him loudly for just that. He gave her a total of three orgasms, eager as he had been, and then sagged on top of her and let out a long sigh of contentment as Rachel told him she could feel what was happening inside her, and how warm it was, and how much she loved him, and would he please do this to her every single day.

I suddenly realized that Lizzie had frozen on top of me, cumming at the same time she realized her husband was filling her daughter with hot spunk. Her pussy writhed around me as she came and she leaned over, her hair hanging down into my face. Her hips gave three or four convulsive jerks as she came, making her own little grunting sounds.

I might have been able to last in Lizzie the last time, but not under these circumstances. I felt that warning tingle again and groaned "Lizzie!"

She raised her head enough that I could see her eyes, which were wide and wild. She dropped her face to crush her lips to mine.

I exploded. I don't know if it was because, when I came the first time I was trying NOT to cum, and therefore cut off that first ejaculation, or whether I was just so excited that I came harder the second time, but I know I came hard. And I came hard with her sitting firmly ensconced on my spurting prick.

It got quiet. Lizzie sat there, my prick still inside her, but going soft. The bed moved and I looked to see Todd still lying on top of Rachel, trying not to crush her by lifting his upper torso, while she clung to him, trying to get his weight on her. I looked back up at Lizzie. She leaned down to kiss me again.

"It's all right," she said. "I'm probably pretty safe right now too. I just didn't want to get off."

Lizzie called two days later and asked me to meet her for lunch. She was already there when I got there, but had waited to order with me. She got right to the point.

"I think maybe it would be better if you didn't come over for a while."

I nodded. I had been expecting this in a sense. I was never going to be a full time member of any of these families I had gotten so close with. "I understand," I said.

"No, you don't," she contradicted me. "The problem is that we want you there too much."

I raised my eyebrows at her, munching on a bite of sandwich.

"What we did last time was very dangerous," she said. I nodded. "It wasn't your fault," she said. I didn't nod that time. "I didn't WANT to get off. I WANTED to feel you spurting inside me. And I know myself well enough to know that any time we do that in the future I'll want you to spurt in me then too."

I swallowed. "Thank you. I'm honored."

She smiled. "We thought we were finished having children. Now I have this urge. We're going to see if Todd can get his operation reversed. If I'm going to get pregnant again, I want it to be his."

"Naturally," I agreed.

"And it wouldn't be good for Rachel to be exposed to motile sperm for a few years," she said. I nodded again this time.

She sighed. "Rachel's not happy about it."

"I can imagine," I said.

"She's addicted to Todd's penis, and if we CAN get his operation reversed, I'm going to HAVE to put her on the pill." She looked at me. "And in the meantime, if you're around, she'll be crawling all over you ... when I'm not ... and we'll both end up fat with babies."

"I support you a hundred percent," I said. It was sad. I had kind of gotten used to what we'd been doing. It would be hard not to.

"But if his operation CAN'T be reversed - we can't afford invitro - I think you'll be seeing us again."

I swallowed. "Any time," I said.

I got one more long, lingering kiss from this remarkable woman before she left.

I did see them again. It was months later and I got a call out of the blue. Todd's operation was successful, and he gleefully knocked up his wife again. Rachel was on the pill, but they were still using her cycle, just in case. She offered to feed me dinner again, but I declined. I knew what would happen, and I didn't want to upset the routine in their household. She said she understood. Then she asked me what I was going to be doing on August the 25th three years in the future. I laughed and asked why.

"That's the day Rachel will be seventeen, and she's already said she wants you for her birthday." She laughed too.

Rachel got me for her birthday - just on that one day of the year - for the next three years. She had a boyfriend for two of them, but he wasn't invited to the part of the party I was invited to. As it turned out, she didn't need me for her eighteenth birthday. She got married that day. I was invited to the wedding. I wasn't surprised at all to see the slight bulge in her belly as she walked down the aisle, her father beaming.

I wondered if that bulge was put there by the man waiting for them up front, or the man taking her there. I never did find out. I had other irons in the fire.

Those irons, are another story though - several, in fact - and are for another time.

The End

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