Bad Things Happen In Threes Pt 03

They Say Bad Things Happen In Threes. Part three

Copyright Catcher78, all rights reserved.

Author's notes, this is the third part of a series that touches on elements of loving wives, group sex, interracial sex and transgender cross dresser themes and lastly romance. Everyone fucking during this story is eighteen

All night long she came hard on my thick dick; I filled her up twice and then the most intense sixty nine while she was on top, I ate her ass and her sweet sloppy cunt, while she hoovered my dick somewhere in the middle of that she stuck a finger up my ass and started banging me and then it was two fingers and I came so hard sending ropes of cum down her throat into her belly.

To say the least I was a bit confused and I didn't know what to say, so Jill said, "I crave getting fucked in the ass, and I hope to hell you jump my ass soon. I just gave you a prostate massage and it felt incredible right?"

I nodded yes.

"Bennie, I love you, it does not mean you're a queer, not that is wrong, but I want that out front, okay."

"I'm not gay, I said."

Jill, I said, "I am going to change my name to Erik Benson, this morning."

"I found some money that my ex had hid from me and it's now in the Wheatland bank. I'd like you to come with me as I'm going to drive down to Walla Walla and have some plastic surgery done on my face, when it's healed, I'd like to get married down there, " and I pulled a ring with a huge sapphire stone in the middle ringed by tiny diamonds and said, "Will you marry me honey?"

We kissed and she shrieked, "YESSS!"

We were gone a month and it allowed for healing. I had the Trooper repainted red and the ownership reflected my new name. My face had a different jawline, blunter chin, my ears were different, my eyebrows were now thicker, with black hair and I had platinum hair. Jill loved the new look, still loved my dick.

We got married in a Roman Catholic Church whose priest and congregation were mostly Hispanic. Both of us had attended and been confirmed as kids, so that was fun. We stayed at the Marcus Whitman and Jill told me she was off her birth control pills.

As I took off her wedding dress and veil Jill said, "Erik, I want your babies, fuck me, daddy!"

There was something primordial about her saying that. All night long she said,

"Sweet Jesus fuck me daddy."

Over and over again, I did. There was a blue pill of course, I was almost thirty nine.

Other than to consume mass amounts of food from a world class kitchen, wheat fed beef and pork (wheat fed beef is so much better than corn or grass) I bred her.

We had rented a two bedroom apartment that was part of a huge mansion almost three thousand square foot unit with two bedrooms and a living room. We had done some shopping, she wanted some sunscreen and lotion and bought some other stuff while I was buying some old W.E.B. Griffin books on World War II, for fun reading.

Jill loved this Golden Harvest Grocery because it had a great butcher shop, plus a deli with Hispanic and Chinese women working, one young woman was half and half and Jill made friends with all of them and we bought some tortas and mac 'n cheese.

One of the ladies gave her a recipe for Posole, made with hominy and pork, cumin, garlic, and cilantro and we got the fixings for that.

We had the tortas and the mac 'n cheese for lunch. She had two tortas. I had a beer and she was drinking milk. She said she needed to go to the bathroom, so I cleaned up most of everything, and put the dishes in the dishwasher and wiped up the counters. I felt so wonderful.

I heard her behind me, "Ahem."

I turned around. She had a tee shirt on that said, "I've got a baby in here!"

I jumped up in the air, with a big fist pump and she was on me kissing me telling me I was going to be the best dad and how much she loved me. I picked her up and carried her into our bedroom and laid her on our bed and undressed her. She told me she was ten weeks along and talking all about names, do you wanna boy or a girl, the room literally full of her love, I'd punctuate with some sures and huh huhs.

I noticed that she needed some polish on her toenails, so I got some and a wet rag for mistakes. I started and she said, "Fuck, honey that is so sexy doing that."

I said, "Here in a minute it will be hard to do, so I to make folks see how beautiful and loved you are."

Apparently that was the right thing to do, as she fucked my brains out after the polish dried. Jill was twenty nine.

A week too late we were proud parents of a sweet little girl and we named her Christina Sara Benson. Everyone was fine, Chrissy, took right to the nipple and who wouldn't they were gorgeous. After about six weeks, she got a pretty good sleeping pattern.

We were taking care of each other's needs orally. Jill had lost most of the baby weight and wore yoga pants and wife beaters as we would push Chrissy around in her stroller..

Jill was constantly hit on, even when I was there. I broke a guys hand when he touched her. When were in Golden Harvest, two black guys came up to us as we were shopping with Chrissy in the cart and the older guy, said, "Baby let's go back here, you be my hot wife and I be your first bull, we give cucky some more kids to raise."

The guy next to me grabbed my arm and said, "Be still Cucky, or I kick your little dick ass."

I had elbowed his mouth taking out his teeth and caught Jill who was being dragged by the other dick and I punted his nuts from behind and he fell face down and I stomped on his nuts and grabbed his hair and smashed his face on the floor blood everywhere from his nose and mouth.

We took our stuff to the check out lady and went home. When we got home Jill changed Chrissy's diaper. I made a call and was off the phone before they came out. The rest of the day was fun.

After Chrissy went down for the night we had some popcorn and were watching Christmas movies on Amazon Prime. Jill said, "Erik, can we go home. That shit happens all the time. You might not be there some time and I don't want to be raped."

I said, "Let's pack up tomorrow and be on the road, the next morning or next, okay?"

We left two morning's later. When Chrissy wants to play, she plays, she sets the agenda, then some time with her mama and naptime.

On the way out of Walla Walla we went by this old school drive in and bought six double patty cheeseburgers, sweet potato curly fries, onion rings, a black cherry milkshake, a blackberry milk shake, and some fried apple pies. I'm thinking that Jill might have some news for me which would be so incredible, but I had something for her when we got home.

Jilly really loved Joni Mitchell the old folk singer, so I had it going as we headed west out of downtown Walla Walla, we drove by the ancient state penitentiary, that looked like an old wild west fort. She had one cheeseburger, the black cherry shake, onion rings and an apple pie.

The air conditioning was going, since it was one hundred and four outside. Chrissy had some milk just before we were started. Both were comfortably sleeping. I called the property manager and told him the place was empty and I'd forfeit the damage deposit. He was fine with that. I actually ate two burgers and the blackberry shake and the sweet potato fries.

According to google maps it was a four hour trip, once I was in fifth gear I'd go to cruise control and watched the desolate scenery. Once I was on state highway 395, I set the cruise control at seventy five, five above the speed limit Ultimately I turned onto state route 97 and then state route 153. I happened to be looking in the rearview mirror when Jilly woke up.

"How long I been sleeping baby?"

I said, "Not quite three hours, we got another thirty minutes or so."

"I'm hungry, could I have another cheeseburger?"

I held her eyes and said, "Powerfully hungry baby."

"Chrissy's going to have a sibling. We have a doctor's appointment on Friday. Baby I was going to tell you tonight, you okay?"

"Oh Jilly, I didn't know if it was possible to love you more than I did this morning. But it surely is."

She squealed and was chewing and I gave her half my milk shake.

We rolled by her old employer the Cinnamon Twist Bakery and out of town a bit, I turned down the road toward the fishing camp and slowly went past it.

"Where are you going honey?"

A little bit further, I passed a grove of wild apple trees, local legend is they were from Johnny Appleseed, and just past it there was a brand new house, sort of a Frank Lloyd Wright knock off, with stained wide bevel siding with some local adobe with stones set in it.

"Oh no honey! Someone built this huge home on your property, on our property. What are you going to do?"

I said, "Will you talk to him for me?"

"Sure, I guess, what am I supposed to say to him, shouldn't you do that?"

"Umm you could say, baby please show us our new home."

"Really? Oh my sweet Jesus."

Jilly was enthralled. Five bedrooms, huge kitchen with gas range and a wood cook stove, Pergo-like floors in the kitchen, they'd stand up to water on the floor.

Walk in fridge plus two stand up freezers in the mud room. I said, "You can change anything you want."

That was the best sentence of all. She immediately realized that it was her home to run. She said, "I'm hungry, please bring the hamburgers in and I have to give Chrissie a bath and change her.

I said, "There are some more goodies from the Cinnamon Twist Bakery in the fridge, pick and choose. Some pizza's and there's quite a bit of beef and pork in the freezer and fridge both. After the doctor visit, tomorrow we should get some vegetables, milk and stuff."

She nodded, rocking Chrissie, who was awake and content with her pacifier.

I said, "I love the Trooper but I'm a put it up for a while in storage in town, along with the other one. It's kind of a giveaway."

I opened my smartphone and showed Jilly a picture of a 1996 black GMC Yukon, "It's a four door, 4x4, with a 5.7 liter crate rebuilt engine with fuel injection, automatic transmission for you and the kids." It was deep blue.

"Where is it honey?

"Same place about two blocks behind the bakery. We can trade out tomorrow."

Then I showed Jilly my replacement rig. It was a red with white trim 1966 GMC Suburban with big meat tires, tuned exhaust, full time 4x4. It had a huge three hundred sixty one cubic inch inline six cylinder engine, originally built for delivery trucks, that had been rebuilt, with a three speed transmission on the floor, with a granny gear for deep snow, tuned exhaust. Three leather bench seats. I could easily carry nine people.

"Wow, holy fuck batman, you out did yourself. Let's have some food and Chrissie needs lunch and I sure would like to take a nappy with you and spoon."

She warmed up the Walla Walla burgers and air fried some thick cut potatoes. We served it with some Greek yogurt dips with grated cucumber, garlic and dill called Tzatziki that was incredible with the potatoes. I even dipped my hamburger in it. The kitchen had a built in beer pony-keg and I poured some and it was Jilly's Ballard bitter, which I liked. She was drinking water and milk. About halfway through our slow lunch, Chrissie had some lunch and drank for twenty minutes and fell asleep.

Normally she slept on the crook of Jilly's arm while I spooned behind her. But today in our new bedroom there was a love seat and Jilly put a bunch of pillows and Chrissie had her pacifier and the there was some YouTube Aaron Copland playing softly in the background. Jilly called me and I answered and she put her phone next to Chrissie and I put my on the bedside table. It had been a few days since we'd made love, moving, packing, driving, but it was like we'd forgotten nothing.

Indulging myself I feasted all over Jilly's lips, then bit her thighs and finally touched her clit, causing her to hump about the bed and finally two fingers found that little rough spot and I sucked on her clit and she was pulling on her nipples and mashing her tits and she came furiously and I would not stop, finally she wrapped her thighs around my head in one gigantor orgasm and I almost lost conscious, I had to pinch her butt and immediately began heaving in and out breathing. I crawled up next to her and she laid her head on my chest and threw her big old leg over my thigh, nudging my dick.

"I'll take care of you in a second Erik, let me catch my breath."

It might have been two minutes and her breathing deepened and she had this cutest little snore, which I loved, kind of like a cat purring.

End of Bad Things Happen in Threes Pt. 03

Cumming soon Part 4 The Russians come to Twisp.