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The House of Duncan
by ytedbear (ytedbear@yahoo.com)
***
A complex business deal involves wife marrying father in
law, consequences unfold. (MF, inc, exh)
***
We sat around the conference room table on a Sunday
morning. It was unusual to find us all here. A modest
media company, started by my grandfather, grown by my
father, and now threatened by a larger media company
attempting a hostile takeover.
My name is Jackson Duncan, Jack for short, I'm the
President of Duncan Media Properties. My father John
Jackson Duncan, John for short, is the Chairman and CEO.
My wife Debbie is the Editor in Chief. My father's
brother Jamison Duncan is Chief Counsel. By the way,
Jackson was my grandmother's family name.
I'll spare you the lurid details, however I'm not the
legitimate son of my father. In fact it wasn't until
about 20 years ago I found out the truth. I thought my
father was Jamison until I graduated college. Then I was
told the truth. My father was John, never married,
instead choosing to have various mistresses throughout
his adult life, married instead to the family business.
He was ruthless and highly successful. One of his
mistresses it turns out was my mother, his Brother
Jamison's wife!
Showing up 20 years later doesn't make someone your Dad.
Jamison is my Dad. John might be my biological father,
but he isn't my Dad. I guess all was resolved between
them because they are able to get along today. What
animosity still exists is on my father's part as he is
resentful of my continued father-son type relationship
with my now 'uncle" Jamison.
Ten years ago I met Debbie, then 21, at a job fair. Not
only was she hired by Duncan Media, she became my wife
shortly thereafter. Although nepotism abounded within
the company ownership, the four of us are the only
family members working in the business.
What brought us together at this unusual Sunday meeting
was a takeover attempt by DellaHouse Publishing.
DellaHouse is controlled and run by a man that went by
one name, DellaHouse, supposedly meaning Of the House.
Jamison was running the meeting, explaining the
situation. He pointed out the high probability of
success of the takeover due to an aging shareholder
population and the lucrative offer price. And even
though we had a predominately insider board, an
unofficial polling of members suggested they would vote
favorably for the takeover.
"So you're saying the chances are high DellaHouse will
be successful and we will lose the company," I repeated?
"Yes," replied Jamison flatly. "They have been very
shrewd in structuring the offer. It's a very lucrative
stock price for those shareholders only concerned about
money; they have also offered to continue the Duncan
family leadership of the combined company addressing
those family members concerned about the family legacy;
and to put a crown on the deal they are proposing to
rename the combined business The House of Duncan, again
reinforcing the Duncan legacy and addressing the value
in the Duncan name."
"Isn't there anything we can do," my father asked? "A
poison pill perhaps?"
We all sat silently for what seemed like 5 minutes, but
was probably far less. Then Jamison leaned forward and
very evenly said "perhaps there is."
"What is it," my father eagerly asked?
"A reverse merger," like the lawyer he was, Jamison
replied without emotion.
"How do we do that," Debbie quickly probed?
"There is this Article 18 in their offer agreement. On
the surface it would appear to be intended to preserve
the Duncan family leadership of the business. However if
you extend the time line through to where John
ultimately steps down, it is really a vehicle to wrest
operating control of the business from the Duncan
family," he explained.
We all leafed through the document in front of us until
we found the Article in question. "It's titled
Succession," Debbie said.
"Yes, that's it," he answered. "This explains that the
merged company will remain under the current Duncan
family management so long as John remains active in the
business, essentially Chairman. However, when he steps
down, or the board votes to remove him, the Chairmanship
will be assumed by a legitimate Duncan heir, DellaHouse,
or his legitimate heir. As part of the merger DellaHouse
will assume the position of Vice Chairman in the merged
company." He paused before continuing. "It goes on to
define succession is to John or DellaHouse as the
patriarch of their respective families, and that an heir
must be by a legally binding marriage as of the date of
the offer."
"Dad isn't married," Debbie remarked. "So what happens
when he steps down? Does Jack take over?"
My father sat with a perplexed look on his face, then
spoke up, "no, they obviously know Jack is my
illegitimate son. This clause is how they wrest control
of the business from the family!"
"How so," Debbie asked?
"I will have no legitimate heir, DellaHouse will become
Chairman and CEO with the ability to oust Jack and put
his own President in and anyone else he chooses," my
father explained. Turning to Jamison he asked "so what's
the reverse merger angle you have in mind?"
Jamison sat quietly for what seemed an eternity before
speaking. "We can use this clause. They don't think you
have a legitimate heir, and you aren't married," he
looked around the table before continuing. "Hold your
tongues and hear me out. We disclose that you are
married and your wife will assume leadership of the
company."
"Jamison, are you suggesting I get married and back date
the marriage certificate," my father asked?
"No, too many loose ends I'm afraid," Jamison replied.
"So how do you propose to circumvent the succession," I
asked?
Turning to me he explained "they don't know you and
Debbie are married. In fact, nobody here knows you two
are married to each other. You have been very adept at
keeping that private. And because you live in adjoining
penthouses, no one living in the same building knows
either. We have checked," he explained. "However once
they are given access to all our files as part of the
discovery, they will uncover that fact."
Leaning forward my father said "so?"
"A fortunate set of circumstances are in place here to
turn the merger on its head," he began turning to look
each of us in the eye.
"Get on with it Jamison, we're sitting here all ears,"
Debbie scolded.
"They have been focused on John and his life. They have
found no marriages, nor any children born within a
marriage of course. They know Jack was not conceived
within a marriage thus this clause excludes him from
succession, intentionally of course. So they think the
path forward is clear," Jamison rattled on in true
lawyerly fashion, ignoring our plaintive requests to get
to the point.
He sat with a smug look on his face. Finally he said,
"Jack, you and Debbie were married in the islands. Your
marriage certificate is located there, not here. There
is a copy of course in the company files, which I keep.
With some slight editing of the paperwork files, a
little change to the official marriage certificate, and
some other papers we make Debbie John's wife. They would
be married 10 years, long before the date of this
offer."
Incredulously I shouted "what" coming out of my chair,
nearly launching myself into his face?
"Calm down Jack," Debbie cajoled, then turning back to
Jamison, "You mean just changing some paperwork is all
it takes?
My father sat back in his chair, seemingly absorbed in
the idea. "No, we'd have to set up house, we'd have to
live together. And we'd need a history, photographs, and
other things that would confirm our life together."
Stunned I turned to him and said, "You're not
considering this seriously? Do you honestly think this
ruse would work?"
"How long," Debbie asked?
"I have a team of professionals in place waiting my word
from this meeting. Just a couple days I should think,"
Jamison answered.
"Debbie," I cried!
"Settle down Jack," she shot back. Turning to Jamison,
"no Jamison, I meant how long would we have to keep this
pretense up," she asked?"
"John can step down any time after the closing and you
would become Chairman and CEO and have the full
authority and discretion of the office," he explained. I
slumped in my chair with a mixture of resignation and
shock. They can't be seriously considering this foolish
idea.
"I understand that, I mean how long would we have to
continue this," she paused then "charade and how do we
go back to our existing lives," she questioned.
"Oh," Jamison exclaimed! "Well, the simple answer is
after you have assumed the leadership of the company you
get a divorce."
"A DIVORCE," I bellowed! It was clear to everyone I was
not onboard with this idea at all.
Jamison remained calm and turned to look at me. "Yes,
Jack, a divorce. Notwithstanding how we got there, to
everyone else your father and Debbie will be married. It
will be out in the open, the shareholders of both
companies will know, the Boards will know, the employees
will know, and the business community will know as this
merger will certainly be in the papers, so a divorce is
how we will undo it," he explained. Then turning to
Debbie he continued "as for how long, a few months,
perhaps as long as a year. I'm sure it will be salacious
but a divorce will be the cleanest way to return to your
present lives."
"We will be living together during that time as husband
and wife," Debbie reiterated?
"Sleeping together," I blurted out.
"Jack," Debbie shouted firmly standing from her seat
glaring angrily at me.
"Sleeping arrangements can be dealt with, Jack. Besides
you live in adjoining penthouses, I'm sure we can figure
something out," he replied.
We all sat in silence for nearly an hour, well not me. I
paced the floor for probably half that time before
sitting in disgust.
I studied my father trying to read his mind. He is 80
years old but hardly looks 60. At 6 feet tall, he is
lean and muscled, with a quick step. He is well tanned
with a shock of white hair on his head, otherwise he is
clean shaven and always sharply dressed and coiffed. His
most notable feature aside from his tough personality,
is his eyes, piercing blue. He has an aura about him
that commands admiring looks and attention from women of
all ages, including my wife.
I looked to Debbie who sat quietly with her hands in her
lap. Like all husbands, I think she is beautiful. At 32
years old she is a little over 5 feet 7 inches tall,
about 120 pounds, with shoulder length blonde hair and
lovely green eyes. She is shapely with full breasts,
hour glass curves falling to long eye-catching legs. The
epitome of a trophy wife, my trophy wife.
Finally my father broke the silence and spoke. "Jamison,
do you think we should do this?" He nodded. "Debbie,
what about you?" She first looked at me and then turned
to my father and said "yes, I see no other viable
option." He mulled over the situation and then turned to
me. "Jack, under the circumstances it appears your vote
is the only one now that counts. We'll leave the
decision to you."
I felt sick to my stomach. "Jack," Debbie softly spoke,
"we must do this," and then her voice dropped off.
Silence ensued until almost imperceptibly I choked "I
agree."
Jamison slid a folder to each of Debbie and me. "That is
an itinerary for a business trip, you are leaving this
evening. You will take different flights to different
destinations, but will end up at the same location
tonight. I have you scheduled to be out of town on
business for the week. It is really so you can be alone
together," he offered. It was a nice gesture even if he
had made a huge assumption as to the outcome of the
meeting.
The gears were set in motion immediately. Changing the
company paperwork was easy. How Jamison managed to pull
the original marriage certificate and other public
documents and swap them out with ones that stated Debbie
married John Jackson Duncan, I'll never know, but it was
done. Jamison's team of professionals digitally altered
photographs redacting me and inserting my father into
wedding pictures, vacation and other personal family
photos as well.
Two days after our meeting, DellaHouse was granted
permission to come in and perform their due diligence.
Jamison had informed DellaHouse in accordance with
Article 18 that Debbie and my father were actually
husband and wife. This sent them into a tizzy as they
scurried about interviewing and searching for any
evidence that might prove a fraud on our part.
We were called back from our week away for an urgent
meeting at the office on Friday and Jamison told us that
DellaHouse was furious with his team. He had ordered
them to leave no stone unturned, including spying on us
to gather any evidence against us. He wasn't just
suspicious, he was adamant this situation was a
deception and his people had to prove it. At stake now
was his business!
"So, just know we are all being watched closely. They
are likely listening, videoing and lurking everywhere.
Don't assume you can say anything even in private. I
have taken the precaution to put encryption software on
all your mobile devices and computers. So assume they
are trying to capture even your text messages and email.
Also they could be using listening devices that can pick
up conversations from 100s of yards away. From now on,
if you want to have a private conversation take a random
taxi or ride a public bus or subway."
It seemed we were walking on egg shells! While all this
subterfuge was going on the details of the merger
continued to be worked out. That weekend DellaHouse had
invited us all to a private island resort for two weeks
to work on the deal negotiations. We left directly from
the office. Jamison warned us again to assume everything
is bugged and that DellaHouse's people would be watching
every move we made. When we arrived my father and Debbie
were assigned a luxury suite next to me with an
adjoining balcony overlooking the coral blue inlet and
white sandy beaches at the resort.
That night DellaHouse hosted a cocktail party with live
music. It was a dressy affair so all the men wore black
suits and ties and the women wore evening gowns. I
couldn't take my eyes off of Debbie. She was wearing a
beautiful powder blue floor length gown slit all the way
to her hip, showing off the full length of a shapely
leg.
What had me hypnotized however, was her top was shear
with a plunging neck line and she was braless. Her
breasts, and nipples were on full display. It was later
that I realized all the women wore see through gowns of
one style or another. Obviously a staged choice intended
to disarm the gentlemen by the highly stimulating
scenery. I had a perpetual hard-on throughout the
evening.
At one point I was talking with Jamison when he
commented that my father and Debbie made a good looking
couple. I had been watching them closely and had to
agree. They were flirting, kissing and warmly touching
each other. I felt a rush of jealousy flow through me as
I bit my tongue to avoid making a scene. Overcoming my
jealousy I discovered a voyeuristic lust in watching
them.
I retired to my suite about 3 AM. I was still torn
inside from the obvious intimacy my father and Debbie
had shown each other, so I poured myself a stiff drink
and went outside on the balcony to sip my scotch,
choosing to reflect on the evening in my solitude. At
some point I became aware that the sliding doors to
their suite were open. I could hear her moaning and
gasping in what could only be the throes of intercourse.
I immediately was erect, uncomfortably so. I was eves
dropping on my father fully engaged in sex with my wife.
I found myself wanting to turn and watch, lust and
desire overwhelming my own dread and jealousy. It seems
they had no limitations, as the moans and murmurs and
whispering went on till the first rays of sunlight shown
on the horizon over the bay.
I finally went into my room and relieved my own lust
before falling to sleep. I woke mid-morning to the sound
of the shower next door. I called for room service and
cleaned myself up before taking my breakfast and coffee
on the balcony.
"She had sex with him last night," I quietly mumbled to
myself. I just hung my head looking at the food on my
plate.
The day's events were preplanned, sailing and snorkeling
the afternoon's entertainment. Later that day as my
father, Debbie and I boarded the boat a drink was
immediately put in our hand. As we left the dock
everyone was comfortable lounging on deck. DellaHouse
leaned over to my father and said "you know, if I didn't
know you two were married for 10 years I would swear you
acted like newlyweds."
Ever the quick witted one my father let out a big laugh
and replied "I have her every chance I get," he looked
directly at me when he said this, laughing loudly. I
felt a sinking in my heart realizing that my own father
was enjoying this at my expense.
It was then that DellaHouse's wife got up and said "come
on Debbie, let's give these boys something to look at."
With that she unhooked her bikini top and dropped it,
and then slid her bottoms off. Standing stark naked she
looked at Debbie and challenged her "well, you weren't
shy last night, let these guys get a good look at that
body of yours."
Not to be out done, my father stood up and took Debbie's
hand pulling her to her feet. Turning her to face me, he
unhooked her top tossing it aside as he whispered in her
ear. Then he stooped down and pulled the strings that
held her bikini bottoms in place and tossed them aside
too. I marveled at my naked wife in front of me.
The sunlight seemed to weave a spell on me. My eyes
traced the smooth curves of her long legs, sweeping
across her round bottom and womanly hips, the graceful
arc of her belly up to her firm, supple, pert breasts. I
lingered studying the softness of her nipples before
rising to her face, framed in golden blonde shoulder
length hair, a gentle smile and sparkling eyes.
I watched as my father stood behind her, both intently
watching me, sliding his hands up over her belly to cup
her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, before
sliding one hand to her sex. Only a light curl of golden
hair announced what was hidden beneath, demonstrating
for all to see she was a natural blonde. With apparent
ease my father pushed two fingers inside her. I looked
intently as she closed her eyes and turned slightly,
parting her lips to kiss him deeply.
The day proceeded with one-upmanship after another. It
wasn't long before both men were nude and engaging in
vigorous foreplay with the girls. It wasn't lost on me
how huge my father's cock was, easily the thickest cock
I'd ever seen, and half again as long as mine. Debbie's
fingers could not touch as she grasped his sex. She ran
her tongue over the length, moistening the soft skin
before closing her lips over the head. Pulling back her
tongue teased along the crease. Her lips closed around
my father's thick, rigid cock as she moved her head
taking it further into her mouth. His hands pressed down
on her head as he fucked into her throat.
Her lips are stretched and her jaw painfully wide, still
she can't take him all the way in. She pulls free and
uses her tongue to moisten his cock, sucking on his
sperm filled balls until she again takes this sexual
plunderer deep into her mouth, surrendering to the cock
before her. It wasn't long before her cheeks puffed out
and she gagged as he spewed his cum into her throat. She
worked valiantly to swallow it all, reveling in the
taste.
Amazingly he wasted no time to recover. Soon I watched
in what could only be termed a perverted state of
arousal and a fitful jealousy as my father rubbed his
cock head over Debbie's swollen clit, and slowly pressed
it into her. It seemed to take forever as his cock
slowly inched into my wife's sex. He was getting a
perverse enjoyment with her begging him to "please fuck
me."
Her intimate treasure was now invaded by my father's
sexual organ. His huge cock, the one that conceived me,
was now planted entirely and firmly within the belly of
my wife. Yes I sat like a depraved voyeur, mesmerized by
the explorations of Debbie's body by his hands, his
mouth, his tongue as he thrust in and out of her.
I listened knowingly to her sobs, moans, and pleas for
him to cum. I felt as much as I heard her soft cries at
his every discovery of her. I saw her body rise to meet
his. I knew the familiar whimpers of her orgasms. I
understood her sighs when he spewed his seed within her.
I was envious, troubled and euphoric by their mating.
I wondered why I was included as the sex was nonstop. I
realized that I clearly was a fifth wheel. Intentional?
Yes, I believed so. DellaHouse got a great amusement at
my expense. "Jackie boy, you must be quite the voyeur. I
can see that Debbie has an effect on you too!" Suddenly
I was both humiliated and embarrassed as my erection had
not gone unnoticed. Debbie seemed slightly troubled at
this disclosure as she stared at the state of my
erection. My father leaned over to whisper in her ear,
yet loud enough that all could hear "see, I told you."
When we finally returned to dock the girls only put on
their bikini bottoms and walked back to the resort and
through the hotel topless. There were plenty of gawkers
too. I decided to have another drink and went to the bar
where I found Jamison. I related the events on board the
boat, leaving out the most lurid details while we sat at
the bar.
"Jack, I don't know what to say," he said patting me
gently on the shoulder.
"Why?" I wondered out loud.
"To humiliate you. I'm sure that's why you were invited
today, why else? He cuckolded you in front of
DellaHouse," he sobbed. "To him, sex and business are
one in the same, the most ruthless and powerful
dominate. He gets the same pleasure taking Debbie in
front of you as he does winning a big business deal."
Jamison got up and left me alone to contemplate the
events leading up to this, and wonder if he might be
right. It was plausible, and knowing my father's
reputation it could be true. But how could he have
foreseen this? And whatever did I do to deserve the
humiliation he had brought upon me?
On our third night at the resort when I returned to my
room there was an envelope on the floor just inside the
door. I picked it up and opened it. Inside I found a
small USB. I poured myself a drink and sat in a chair
with my computer and plugged it in.
It was a large MP4 file. I opened it and found Debbie
and my father embracing in their room. She was wearing
the gown from the first night party. I watched her kiss
my father, a deep, full mouth loving kiss as she held
him close to her. Holding the embrace he deftly unzipped
her gown and let it slide to the floor.
As I had suspected that evening, she wore nothing
beneath the gown, she was totally naked. He lay her on
the bed, and quickly removed his own cloths, and laid on
his side facing her. He kissed her and then trailed
kisses to her breasts, suckling on each nipple as his
fingers found their way to her sex.
I had a full view of her in striking profile. The swell
of her breasts and heave of her chest betrayed her
arousal. I was torn as I watched him caress her body,
touching tenderly and lightly every inch of her. He
stroked her breasts, squeezing and gently pinching. I
could see her nipples harden under the exploitation of
his fingers as he squeezed and pulled them. He tickled
her inner thigh and little by little traced a path to
her most intimate feminine area. She arched and hung her
head backward, her face to the ceiling. Her hands were
clenched into tight fists as she trembled.
Although I could not see, I imagined his fingers pushing
into her. He was touching her in a place that only I had
known before. There was nothing lewd about this display.
On the contrary it was a very sensual vision. I
discovered the jealousy within me defeated by a voyeur's
hunger that I never knew existed. At this very moment I
was full of lust watching my father making love to my
wife. I saw her shudder in orgasm. At one point he
leaned to suckle upon a pink nipple like a child as she
embraced his head to her breast, the contrast in their
ages adding to the fire within me.
"Dad," she whispered "I didn't think," she paused an
obvious flush rising on her face, then "we would
actually have sex. What about Jack," she questioned
softly as he played with her breasts? He showered her
face with kisses, then she added, "He will find out."
"Yes, he will and he will learn to accept it," he
suggested softly, stroking her hair and lovingly kissing
her lips. A gentle smile creased his face as he held her
in his arms kissing her.
I watched her hand slowly trail down his body and grasp
his cock, inhaling deeply as she did. I watched and felt
the pangs of jealously along with the resurgence of
desire. I undid my pants and fumbled with my erection as
I watched my father take my wife for what was obviously
the first time. My emotions were charged to the extreme.
I struggled to contain my breathing under control.
I could feel the sexual heat in my loins and blood rush
to harden my cock. The new found voyeur in me wanted to
watch her with my father. But I was in turmoil,
frightened of where that would surely lead. My mind and
body were on fire fueled by anticipation, dread and
desire.
His eyes were focused on her. I could sense her
excitement growing. I looked at her pale form in the dim
light. I could see the curve of her hips and silky
texture of her skin. My heart was racing waiting for her
next move. Turning slightly to him, he reached a hand
out and carefully cupped her breast. I could see his
finger and thumb lightly flicking over her nipple. He
then lay back drawing her breast to his lips as she
turned her back and lay next to him.
I saw her leg glide up and over and rest upon his hip. I
saw his erect penis. My father was indeed well endowed,
long and thick. The thought of seeing his immense cock
slide into Debbie's body drove me insane. I wanted her
to have sex with him. I wanted to see the huge head of
his cock slip past her vulva. I couldn't help myself. I
was frozen in anguish, emotionally frayed by the scene
before my eyes, yet wanting it, no needing it to happen.
With her hand, Debbie grasped his throbbing penis and
guided it to her wet opening. The pressure of his cock
at her sex increased and I could see an abrupt slipping
as the engorged head slid slightly between her soaked
lips. She arched her back to help him enter her. I could
see his cock pushing into the open folds of her wet
labia. I watched as my father steadily inserted his
thickening penis deeper and deeper into Debbie,
penetrating her, as she willingly opened her sheath to
him.
He slid within her until I could see his rigid cock
probed fully into her. I knew he felt the warm folds of
her pussy as his cock disappeared, pleasing her. He
rested as if his cock belonged there.
He stroked into her once, twice, and then again. I felt
guilty as if I were the one cheating on her. A wrench of
jealousy came over me to see my father's shaft,
glistening with her wetness glide in and out of her
body, his hands caressing her soft white breasts, and
his lips nursing upon her lips.
My father moved in and out of her for what seemed like
an eternity as I watched his cock fuck into her, then
out of her, then back in, stretching her and filling
her. Her pink lips were spread, his cock tightly inside
her, her soft folds parting as she drew him into her. I
watched his body move in unison with her body. The two
bound in a forbidden union as her sex suckled his cock
as it fucked in and out of her.
She locked her legs around my father as she dug her
heels into his buttocks, pulling him into her, forcing
his cock to fill her need. Her hips rocked as he
withdrew his hardness from within her. His muscles
tensed as he began to drive harder into her. She heaved
her hips meeting his thrusts. I shook, captivated,
watching their two bodies shudder in orgasm as my father
spent his seed deep within her womb.
Eventually sated, she lay in his arms, softly kissing
and discovering each other's bodies. Perspiring she lay
motionless, his cock still fully within her. Debbie
lovingly said "Dad, I love how you feel inside of me. I
am so full and happy." She smiled and gently kissed him.
"I hope I please you as much as you please me," she
whispered, her eyes watering as she spoke. I felt a cold
chill wash over me as her words coursed through my
brain. My hands shook, I felt light headed. My own
father had just cuckold me and I was ashamed to be party
to it.
It was sometime later that I began to wonder how the
videos were made. Somewhere in their room were cameras
capable of filming in minimal light, and highly
sensitive audio receivers. I could see what was
transpiring as if in daylight, and I could hear their
whispers as if I were there. The video clips were
professionally spliced together and contained views from
different vantage points within the room. Whoever
prepared this file knew what they were doing.
I watched it several times that night, shifting from a
voyeuristic, broken husband, to a sleuth, examining the
evidence before me. I found no behavior, no secretive
glances toward a camera, nothing to even suggest my
father knew their sexual acts were being taped. Yet, my
mind wasn't quieted of suspicion. If it was DellaHouse,
he has the evidence he was after! It was all on this
video, incriminating statements made by both Debbie and
my father. So what was the purpose of giving it to me?
Several nights later we all went out to a local night
club for drinks and dancing. Debbie wore a long sleeve
white blouse and black slacks with matching shoes.
During one dance my father playfully slid the blouse
from her shoulders, teasing the crowd dancing around
them. A group of what looked like college aged guys
started chanting "take it off".
Grinning from ear to ear my father took her hand and
helped her climb onto the bar and he clapped to the
music, urging her to take it off too. In all our married
years I had never before seen my wife display such
blatant sensuality as she danced to the music. The men
in the bar crowded around the counter, cell phones
raised to capture her tease. She danced for several
minutes before slowly, teasingly unbuttoning her blouse,
pulling it from her slacks.
She unbuttoned the cuffs and shrugged the light material
from her shoulders and down her arms, grasping it by the
collar and tossing it into the crowd of young men
gathered around the bar. Undoing her slacks she
carefully pushed them over her hips and bottom, pushing
them still to the top of the bar. Stepping slightly out
of her shoes, she deliberately kicked her slacks into
the crowd. Cheering was so loud we could hardly hear the
music, yet she swayed and sensuously walked up and down
the bar teasing the assembled group.
The chanting continued, "Take it all off." When the
next song started she very slowly walked along the bar,
staring into the myriad faces of the young men admiring
her. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra,
letting the straps fall carelessly from her shoulders
while holding the cups in place with one hand. Her
flirting with the patrons was overt and intentional. She
looked to the back, to our table, her eyes fastened to
mine as she dropped her hand holding the cups in place
and let the bra fall to the bar top. The din increased
even more.
Her movements were purposeful as she wiggled her breasts
to accentuate their brazen bareness. She slid her
fingers into her panties and peeled them off, letting
them fall to her feet and then kicking them out into the
human bodies crowded around her. Then wiggling her
bottom, her back to the crowd, she bent over displaying
her perfect ass and the moist, puffy lips of her vulva.
She then stood and spread her arms and fell face first
into the arms and hands of the young men standing there.
Hands were everywhere on her body, groping her breasts,
tongues licking her, fingers pressed into her as she was
passed among the crowd. Eventually after several minutes
she was carried back to the table where DellaHouse, my
father and I sat, applauding her strip tease.
Over the next couple hours I watched my father and
Debbie making out, his hands fondling her breasts and
exploring her body. I felt my own painful erection
betray my jealousy. Finally, Debbie's blouse, slacks and
heels found their way back to her and she put on those
clothes. The bra and panties never made it back. The
party continued well into the night, drinking and
dancing until the early hours of the morning before we
finally returned to the hotel.
I felt deeply troubled. I was highly aroused by her
strip tease, but also privately embarrassed, even
ashamed. I couldn't understand my own reactions, I
couldn't control myself. She still turned me on, easily.
But she was sleeping with my father.
I poured myself a drink and went to sit on the balcony.
The doors to Debbie and my father's suite were open and
I could hear her moans. Foreplay I thought, exploring
each other, enjoying the fruits of their bodies. The
voyeur within me suddenly had an urge to watch, and I
moved to a chair that gave me a view of their room. The
moonlight shown into their room providing a good view of
their writhing on the bed. I released my erection and
slowly massaged my cock to their movements. I watched my
father move between my wife's legs as he pressed his
cock slowly into her, stopping only when he was
completely inside.
Resting while they kissed and his hands roamed up and
down her body. I watched him draw nearly all the way
out, then push hard back into her, repeating his strokes
faster and faster as she exhorted him on, "fuck me,
please fuck me Daddy, I want you to cum in me." Her
voice rising as their bodies lurched first forward then
back, then forward, her moans growing in crescendo and
his grunts louder with each thrust.
I saw his butt clench as he drove hard one last time,
her legs entwined around him, tightly drawing him
further into her, bucking her hips to match his
penetration as she screamed a loud piercing wail. And
then a long pause, as if both held their breath as they
climaxed together and slowly came down from the peak of
their sexual arousal.
I realized I too had cum, without even touching myself,
her words driving my own desires to heights I had not
known existed. She was an insatiable, sexual woman and
whatever jealously I had evaporated with their climax. I
watched as she turned her eyes toward me. She saw me
watching, limp cock and all. A weak smile creased her
lips in recognition.
I sat staring out at the bay until I fell asleep in my
room. I awoke to voices on the balcony, it was daylight.
I stepped outdoors to find Debbie and my father with
Jamison having coffee and Danish. I sat down and poured
a cup of coffee. The negotiations were going slowly and
Jamison in his plodding style bored us with detail after
detail. Then he turned to me as said "there are some
urgent developments back at the office and I suggest you
return and take care of them. I see no need for your
presence here."
I was on top of what was going on at the office and knew
it really didn't require my presence. However, I guessed
that Jamison was making an excuse for me to leave, to
leave the hurt and sorrow and humiliation behind.
I agreed and flew home that afternoon. A little over a
week later Debbie and my father returned. She didn't
come back to work right away, apparently busy
redecorating their penthouse. Then more than a month
later she called me at the office and asked to meet for
lunch. It was awkward at first, silent most of the time
as we ate. Finally she talked to me. Her eyes were
moist, she struggled to look at me.
"Jack," she began, "I've done some terrible things. I
cheated on you with your father the very first night
there. You watched me have sex with him," she paused as
tears were now running down her cheeks! "I have
something to tell you," she began. She fidgeted in her
chair, twisting a finger through her hair, looking off
into space. Moments passed as she was obviously working
up the nerve to say whatever it was she intended to tell
me. I sat quietly waiting for her.
Finally she said "Jack, I am pregnant with your father's
baby," she said.
I can't say why those words shook me. I had already
resigned myself to accept her living with my father
until the merger completed. But those words did affect
me. It meant things between us would change. I felt a
slight quiver in my hands, wringing them to keep it from
being obvious. I felt a lump in my throat and a
clenching pain in my chest. Our life together would
never be the same. He cuckolded me again, still
controlling my life and emotions, the bastard.
The next months were hard to get through. I watched
Debbie as her belly grew, knowing it was my father's
baby she was carrying. Yet all along I still looked at
her as MY wife. The one person I most loved in the
world. It hurt.
About 7 months later Debbie went into labor and her and
my father went to the hospital. She gave birth to a baby
boy. Even though I knew this was coming I struggled with
the reality. My wife, the love of my life, just gave
birth to my father's baby! My father won again, not only
humiliating me, and cuckolding me, but taking my wife in
front of me and impregnating her.
He still controlled the company and two weeks later he
filed for divorce from Debbie on the grounds of
irreconcilable differences. She came to see me, with the
baby, and asked if I could forgive her and take her
back. It might seem absurd but I didn't even hesitate,
of course I would take her back.
With the divorce filing it seems the new Board was not
pleased with the attention and salacious nature of the
situation. They pressured my father to step down.
Against his will, and he fought it, he was forced out.
Then out of nowhere DellaHouse stepped in and voided the
Succession requirement and nominated me as the next
Chairman, CEO and President of The House of Duncan. I
was approved and took over the leadership of the merged
company.
Life seemed to return to some state of normalcy for
Debbie and me; and the baby. Well, not exactly normal,
as our relationship was purely plutonic. Neither of us
spoke about it, it was just that way. We had separate
bed rooms. Save for the obligatory polite kiss, or
holding hands while taking the baby for a walk, within
the walls of our house there was no intimate contact.
Sometimes late at night I would pull out one of the
video files from the resort. This seemed to satisfy any
sexual tensions I might have. I was a cuckold, truly
cuckolded by my father. I was raising his child, my
half-brother that he conceived with MY wife.
Several months later, DellaHouse invited us to dinner at
his home. As he showed us through the house I paused to
stare at a picture above the fireplace mantle. I looked
at the background, it was taken here, in this house. The
sofa, the pictures on the wall, yes this is where it was
taken. It was a full size nude of Debbie reclining on
the sofa.
She took my hand and held it firmly as I studied it. Her
blonde tresses graced her face and lay perfectly on her
shoulders. She was wearing red lipstick that somehow
enhanced the green in her eyes. Her nipples were the
color of pink coral, her skin ever so slightly tanned,
her belly had lost the flatness from before the birth of
the baby, yet I found its softness enticing. My eyes
travelled down to her hidden treasure below. The golden
hairs above her sex were gone, bare as a new born.
I followed her beautiful, shapely legs until I came upon
a tattoo. I was stunned. It was a Queen of Spades above
her ankle. I looked to her and back to the picture, all
the while she hung on to me, tightly squeezing my hand
till my fingers tingled. I turned back to the picture
and stepped toward it examining the tattoo more closely.
I turned to DellaHouse to find this large black man
grinning ear to ear. I turned back to Debbie with a
disbelieving stare. Her eyes didn't flinch. No words
were spoken. None seemed necessary. She only nodded her
head, ever so slightly. Apparently there was still a
price to pay.
From that moment in time I would come to know a whole
new meaning of "The House of Duncan!"
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a
trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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