Hi everyone.
Monica Hanson-Reese here.
For those of you that have been following along, the Hanson-Reese means Jim and I got married.
I only call him "Mr. Reese" on special occasions anymore. Generally when I squeeze my twenty nine year old, mom bod into my old high school uniform and play the dirty school girl..."Oh Mr. Reese, I seem to have forgotten to wear panties today....I know it's against the rules..I hope you won't punish me too harshly." Sort of stuff.
I guess, I'll start by telling about us getting engaged.
It's more funny than sexy, but I promise, the rest of the story is going to be worth the wait.
It was Easter morning. It was my senior year and I was off for spring break. My Aunt was on a cruise and Janie (Jim's daughter and my high school friend) had plans with her fiancé and his family.
Neither of us are terribly religious, preferring to celebrate the holiday as the birth of the Easter Bunny rather than the whole crucifixion/resurrection deal.
And how does one celebrate the birth of the Easter Bunny? You ask. It's simple you stay naked all day and fuck like rabbits.
So with that theme in mind, I was up early. I'd showered, shaved and even hosed out the old backside in case something were to slide into the...I can't exactly say "wrong hole" because...well...I absolutely love butt sex.
Well there I was, in the kitchen cooking breakfast dressed in my Easter Bunny ears, an apron and my favorite bunny tail butt plug...Stretching is important. You don't want to pull a muscle back there.
I was so engrossed in making pancakes, I didn't hear the side door open.
What I did hear was...
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Turning quickly from the stove I saw Janie with two coffee's, a bag of donuts and a surprised look on her face.
"Hi Janie," I said trying to collect my thoughts.
"You and my Dad?" she asked.
I nodded.
"We need to talk," she told me as she motioned to the patio.
"Sure, let me put something on," I told her, looking for the beach cover up I used when I had to answer the front door.
"Is that tail what I think it is?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Why would you wear...? Wait, I don't want to know," she told me. "Would you please take it off or out or however you put it? I can't talk to you knowing that's up your butt."
"Sure," I told her.
Without thinking, I reached behind myself. With an exhale and a bit of an internal push, it easily popped out of me. I wrapped it in a paper towel and set it on the counter.
"Good God!" she exclaimed. "That thing's big! Why would you...? Wait I don't want to know that either."
I took off the apron and reached for my cover up. Once it was on I started to take off my bunny ears.
"You can leave those on," she smiled. "You look pretty cute in them."
Hearing that made me realize she wasn't too pissed off.
She led the way as we walked out to the patio and sat down.
"How long have you two been...?"
I promised myself, not matter what she asked, I wouldn't lie.
"Since we graduated," I answered.
"That's almost four years!" she exclaimed. "You've been over here with me and he was here and..."
"When I was over here as your friend, I was over here as your friend. When you weren't here, I was his girlfriend."
"I so want to be pissed off about this," she said after taking a sip of coffee. "But I can't. These last few years, he's actually been happy. This is all really weird. So are we talking true love or just true sex?....Ewww, I can't believe I just asked that question."
"I love him," I told her.
"Why'd you guys keep it from me?"
"We've been doing this long distance thing for the last few years," I explained. "We were going to see what happened after I graduate before dragging you into it."
"Hey little rabbit want a carrot?"
I turned and saw Jim, naked with an erection, walking out to the patio.
"Jesus Fuck Dad!" Janie shouted.
"We have company," I told him.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, trying very unsuccessfully to cover his big cock as he went back into the house.
Oh by the way, since his big cock has been reference a few times. I did measure it once when we were first together. It's eight and a quarter inches long and seven inches around.
"Bring yourself some coffee when you come back," I called out to him.
"And some cleanser so I can bleach my eyes," Janie added.
"That was awkward," I laughed.
"Not for you. You see it all the time," she chuckled. "I know I should say this, being I'm his daughter...But good God! That was the biggest cock I've ever seen."
"Yeah it's a mouth full."
"Stop!" she said putting her fingers in her ears. "I don't want to think about it."
"Sorry, I couldn't resist."
"Just so you know, when you two get married, there's no way I'm calling you 'Mom'."
"I'm sorry about this Janie," Jim said as he came back out, dressed a little more appropriately for company. "I just couldn't find the right time."
"I'm surprisingly good with it," she told her father.
"Before you came out," I said. "Janie was demanding we get married."
"I didn't say that."
"I that something you want?" Jim asked me.
I nodded.
Jim got up and went back in the house.
"I was waiting until Janie knew," he said, holding up an engagement ring. "Since she's demanding it...."
"I didn't say that!" Janie reminded us again.
"Will you marry me?"
I couldn't speak. All I could do was nod.
We got married that Monday with Janie and Evan (her fiancé and later her husband) as best man and maid of honor.
Okay. Thanks for indulging me and letting me tell my engagement story.
In the weeks that followed our first encounter, Evie, my college playmate and I developed a relationship that worked for both of us.
We both agreed that a steady diet of "Miss Monica" and "Pet" was going to get old quick.
We did want a certain spontaneity about it so we set up the rules where if she wanted to take orders, she'd refer to me as Miss Monica, and if I wanted to play fine, if not no worries. Same went for when I felt a little on the Dom side; I'd call her my Pet and if she wasn't feeling what I'd asked for, her response would be "I don't feel comfortable doing that".
All in all, we were nothing more than two horny nineteen year olds who liked to experiment. We'd hang out together, usually naked. We'd do homework, masturbate together or in front of each other, go down on each other, my personal favorite was humping and grinding on her and one night after a few drinks we even tried peeing on each other....Yeah...No! Not doing that one again.
On the other side of my life, my relationship with Jim was simple but complicated. We got together knowing our one on one affair had an expiration date. I was going away to college and there was no way Jim was going to ask or let me not do it. We didn't exactly break up when he dropped me off at school, it was more that our exclusive relationship was put on hold.
Sorry I'm rambling again, I promise, I'll stop.
So... My sex life during my freshman year of college was one uninspiring romp with a guy I met at a party, playtime with Evie and naked webcam chats with Jim...God I loved watching him stroke his cock for me!
Thanksgiving was coming up. My plan, as Janie was going to spend the holiday at her Grandmothers, was to make the four hour drive home and spend it with Jim. Evie's family lived across the country, so she had no particular plans.
I checked with Jim and he was more than happy to include her for the holiday.
"So what's the deal?" Evie asked when brought up the subject to her. "Is it you and me as a couple visiting him? Or am I the third wheel, having to spend the night listening to you two play slap and tickle? Or....?"
"The last one," I told her. "You, me and Jim...naked...fucking, sucking...licking and biting for three days straight."
"Sounds good, but what if I'm not into him?" she asked. "Or he's not into me?"
"We can cross that bridge when we come to it," I told her. "If that happens, I guess I divide my time between both of you."
"You don't have to do that," she said before leaning over and giving me a kiss. "I get you all the time. So if it doesn't work out, I'll be fine just being the third wheel, while you and he play."
So bright and early Wednesday morning Evie and I made the four hour drive to Jim's house.
As soon as we got there, Evie made a dash for the bathroom. While she was in there, I took a quick picture of my feet and sent a text to Jim:
'we're here.'
'our place?' he replied.
I sent him a "thumbs up".
'give me about 45 minutes.'
"He'll be here in about an hour," I told Evie as we sat down on the couch.
She sat with her back against the armrest and put her feet in my lap.
"You washed them," I said, running my fingers over her soles.
Evie rarely wore shoes. It was more her hippie chick persona rather than a foot fetish thing.
Either way, over the course of a day, they would sometimes get quite grungy. So one of the first things she always did when she got home or came over to my place was head to the bathroom and wash them.
"Have I ever told you that you have pretty feet?" I asked as I ran my hands over her sole.
Her soles were tough, from a lifetime of barefooting, but soft and supple at the same time. The closest thing I could think of was they felt like a pair of kidskin gloves. When she wore shoes, she was a size ten, a full three sizes bigger than my sevens. I don't know if it was genetics or from walking barefoot all the time but her feet were also fairly wide...Sturdy yet feminine, would be my best description of them.
"No you haven't, but thank you," she said. "I'm glad you like them....Would you please not do that....?"
I'd been lightly caressing my fingers over the hair on her legs, something that was a huge turn on for her and it wasn't limited to her legs. One of my favorite ways to make her purr was softly running my fingertips over her legs, armpits, the sexy trail of hair that ran from her belly button down to her pussy....Mmmmm...Yeah I admit it, thanks to Evie I'm into hairy and natural girls...By the time my fingers make the rounds on her body she'd squirming and moaning like a camgirl...The longest it took me to make her cum, after that kind of tease was forty five seconds...I timed it.
"But I thought you like when I play with your furry legs," I told her.
"You know I do," she replied. "I'm nervous about meeting Jim. I'm horny enough thinking about what might happen later and I don't want to be..."
"Okay, I'll stop. Right after I do this."
I slowly ran my finger tips down the inside of her thigh.
One of her biggest horny spots.
It made her moan.
It made me laugh.
A little while later, Jim came through the front door.
"Welcome home," he said as he entered the living room.
I wanted nothing more than to be calm and cool. To show him that I'd matured during my stay at college....Unfortunately it didn't work out like that.
