Looking at me, you wouldn't think I'd be as fortunate as I am.
Even I have to admit I am not much to look at.
Six feet tall. Somewhere over fifty years old. Brownish gray hair thinning with age. A ridiculous "retired porn star" mustache. Although I have a somewhat physically demanding job, I tend to spend too much time behind my computer so I am far from being in optimal physical shape. Kind of paunchy with absolutely no butt and too much belly for my own comfort.
You know... describing myself accurately is kind of depressing.
I sound like a schlub.
But there you go.
At any rate, after being a widower and practically alone for the last five years I'd managed an incredible encounter with a sweet lass named Marigold whom I had known all of her life. She had been teasing me for the better part of a year and I borrowed a basement dungeon from some folks I knew to spend an entire night making her both sorry and quite happy she had teased me for so long.
We were both tired and sore but quite satisfied at the end of the evening. Me, mostly from the physical exertion and her mainly from my hands and the assortment of paddles and things I had used on her sweet little bottom and thighs and stretching all of her orifices as best as I could.
It was enjoyable enough we managed to relive that night several times since.
One of the things which had caught my attention while I was getting back in touch with Mari was a series of pictures featuring her and a certain cute little redhead, both of them naked and bound in several different ways. And a few of them together unbound and in very intimate contact.
At the time I didn't know who the girl was but she was definitely hot. Red hair, as I mentioned. Small and slim and lithe. The so very pale almost translucent skin which was exclusive to their breed and lots of freckles. Little firm titties with small pink nipples. A long slim nose and very kissable looking lips. Big soft brown eyes which were rare in redheads but just made her look even more delicious.
She made me growl.
Not long after Mari and I had gotten back together my son Jackson had come back into town after a four year stint in the Army. He made me feel proud to see him in his uniform and he was feeling good and looking good from all of that physical training. He was living in an apartment a mile or so away and called and came by when he could.
One night he told me he had reconnected with an ex-girlfriend and wanted to come by so I could meet her. He also told me she was really cute and warned me jokingly that I should keep my hands off of her.
I grudgingly agreed but added if she was as hot as he said, all bets were off.
As soon as they walked in the door, I told him all bets were off.
It was her.
The girl's name was Maeve and she was twenty years old and even cuter in person and with her clothes on than I recollected from the photo shoot. But during the whole evening those pictures kept flashing back through my mind. The ball gag between those pretty pink lips. The slim wrists wrapped in rope. Her creamy pale thighs spread wide as her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair. Mari's teeth closing on one of those little pink nipples and her lips caressing those aforementioned thighs.
I was hard the entire evening and I will admit I flirted with her shamelessly, making her giggle and blush several times. Jax threatened to kick my ass repeatedly and told her I was just an old pervert and warned her she should never be alone with me.
But since my son knows me fairly well, he was actually smiling while he blustered. It pleased him his old man was chasing after his girl.
It was only fair, after all.
He'd had a crush on Mari since he was a child.
I flirted with Maeve each time she came around and she flirted back. Each time we got a little bit closer.
Eventually I let it slip I had seen those pics of her and Mari together and she blushed all the way down to her toes and wouldn't even look at me for the rest of the evening.
When I sat down to think about it, I wasn't even really sure my son had seen those pictures of his girlfriend. Knowing something he didn't tickled my ego.
I decided for fun I would press the issue and see what came of it. One evening while we were playing cards the girl got a little brave and popped off with something snotty. It had taken her a little while to muster up the gumption, as it seemed I had her a bit intimidated. I believe I referred to her as quite young and she snapped back I was nothing more than a dirty old man.
I gave her the look.
You know which one.
Looking over the top of my glasses with one eyebrow slowly raised. Stared at her silently until she began to get nervous. Then I told her of she wanted to act like a spoiled brat I'd treat her like one.
Standing up from the table I raised a finger and said "Wait."
A short trip down to my den and I pulled one of my favorite home-made toys from a drawer in my desk. A wooden paddle I'd cut out of quarter inch oak, about sixteen inches long. The working end was formed into a figure eight shape with two inch-wide holes in the centers. As Mari and I had discovered together, it was quite effective and would leave such an interesting set of impressions on a bratty submissives bottom.
Returning, I tossed it into the center of the table. The girl's eyes got wide and she said "You wouldn't dare!"
Jax laid a cautionary hand on her arm and said "He would. Drop it, Maeve. Trust me. He would. Better apologize and leave it at that."
Those wide green eyes looked at me for a moment, then dropped and she whispered "I'm sorry, Sir."
Points for me. For the look and the lowered eyes and the "Sir."
I slid the paddle to the side. "Forgiven and forgotten. Now... whose turn is it?"
The rest of the evening passed without incident, but I did notice her eyes repeatedly glancing over at the chunk of wood laying on the table. It seemed to fascinate her and for some reason she squirmed in her chair until they finally left hours later.
Up to that point in it's existence, Mari had been the only one to sample the simply poignant power of that wooden device. She'd had no complaints. Other than the fact it made her ass hurt for several hours after, of course. But then, that was the whole idea behind it.
After the first time I had dropped it on the table, I made sure my paddle was visible somewhere in the house each and every time my son and his girl came to visit. It was always somewhere she would see it.
Laying on the arm of my recliner.
On the bookshelf.
In the little caddy which held my ladles and wooden spoons and other kitchen utensils.
Left on one corner of my bed with the door open and the light "accidentally" left on.
I could always tell when she had noticed it, as she always blushed.
Other things managed to get left "accidentally" in view as well.
A coil of long soft rope.
A set of long black silk scarves and a blindfold I had made myself.
One simple plain black leather collar with a matching leash.
My handcuffs, of course.
Jax looked at me one night after Maeve had gotten up to go to the bathroom.
"Dad.... stop it." I raised an eyebrow and shook my head.
"Not gonna happen."
"It's not gonna work, you know." I shrugged.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"You think you can just take her away from me?" I shook my head again.
"I don't want to take her away from you, Jackson. I just want to... borrow her... now and then."
"You old pervert." I grinned.
"Got that right, sonny boy."
When the girl returned I could tell right away she had seen the ropes tied to the corners of my bed frame and the handful of clothespins I'd left scattered across the comforter.
In short, I had tried my best to send a little thrill through her imagination as often as I was able. Even though my son and I didn't talk intimately much, I knew Jackson wasn't really into "all that kinky stuff" as he put it. He did manage to admit since I began teasing his girl they had some of the best sex of their relationship to date, however. And he grudgingly allowed he didn't really mind me acting a fool around her. I gave him an even bigger grin.
"If she gets so wound up from just me teasing her, imagine what it would be like if I actually got her alone for a night. She would probably come home and fuck you to death."
I could tell by the fleeting wistful smile he liked the idea but he wiped it away as the thought of his girl in bed with his Dad gave him a bit of the willies.
"You old fucking pervert." Was all he could say.
Yep...
The final push came without my actually planning it ahead. Jax and Maeve and I had met for dinner just before Christmas at a little cafe outside of town which I frequented. It was a little Mom & Pop joint which advertised breakfast all day long and their food was good and plentiful. Despite the complaints from my doctor, breakfast was and always had been one of my favorite meals. One I could eat at any time of the day or night.
My dietary choices were probably going to kill me some day but at least I'd die with a full belly and a smile on my face.
Since it was a chilly wintry evening, I'd dressed for the weather. Old comfy jeans. A black long sleeved turtle neck shirt. My long black leather coat which reached down past my knees and my black stocking cap. Dark glasses. I was dressed for comfort, in my mind.
The girl, it seemed, saw me in another light. Something apparently made her a bit uncomfortable and yet she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye and squirming in her seat. The same way she looked at my favorite paddle.
I noticed and smiled at her all the way through our meal.
By this time my son was beginning to enjoy the game. Even though he was still a bit touchy over the thought of me fucking his girlfriend he was definitely enjoying the fringe benefits. Each time we got together she always ended up extremely horny and went back to his apartment to screw his socks off.
"So, Dad..." I looked at the clock. Nearly one in the morning.
"So, Jax..."
"Had kind of an interesting conversation this evening."
"Do tell."
"On the way home Maeve said you looked like you should be waiting in a dark alley to rape somebody."
"Really."
"And she said... ummm...." I just waited.
"She said..." He paused. "If it came down to it, she would be willing to take one for the team."
He could hear my grin over the phone.
