The Girl Is Trouble Pt 16

Spring Break had arrived and gave Jess and me a little break from her encounters with Jacen and Mark. Telling Jacen they had to have some time before they could pick things up again to satisfy his coach gave her some breathing room. It also helped that the season was over. The team's success in the NCAA tournament was the one thing that had held Jacen back from pursuing her. Jess told me that Jacen had admitted to her that his celebration of their rise to the Sweet Sixteen felt hollow without her and that's what triggered him to come for her as he did.

While the vacation lead to a break in her extra-curricular activities, one thing we could no longer avoid was thrust upon us. We had to meet the parents. My mom lived on the West Coast now with her husband Roger, so going to see them was out of the question. But my father lived only three hours from campus in the direction of the town her parents lived in. Our plan for the week was to stop and see my father Robert first for a few days then head out to see her parents for the rest of the week.

I was nervous. We certainly had an unusual relationship. I didn't expect her to flaunt it but she had been talking to me more about both a desire by her to not hide who she was also the potential thrill for me if people knew. But I didn't know what that meant in regards to our families.

I fully know that good communication is key to a successful relationship, especially one with as many complications and potential for danger as ours was. We were trying to be better. We had a long talk after the big Jacen scene. She was extremely embarrassed it got so out of hand. At the same time, we both got off thinking about it. About what magic pussy she had to drive a guy to do that when cut off from it. Besides, we both enjoyed Jacen as a lover for her. I was sheepish about admitting how much the racial aspect turned me on. Plus I was truly a fan of his, so the celebrity aspect of it played a factor too.

But there was also Mark. There was just something about her relationship with Mark that was exciting as well. His understanding of what worked for both of us and his willingness to let me be more of a part of it helped. He just didn't seem to have any fear of what we were doing as being not straight. Despite his ability and willingness to give Jess a hard fuck, he showed a tenderness with her afterward that was emotionally stirring in me. I would get jealous when I saw it but also loved it for Jess. Whereas Jacen's professed love for Jess seemed possessive in nature, Mark's seemed supportive. Let's be honest, most who feel this desire to be cuckolded get off on the fear that the rival they've allowed in their bed could ultimately supplant them. Mark felt more dangerous in that regard.

We hit the road as soon as we could Friday after both our classes were done. Well, after a quicky with Mark in my bedroom I should say. Jess encouraged me to pull out my phone and video them fucking. This was not something she even hinted at before, so it surprised me a little. She put on quite a show for me and then said something so dirty even I was shocked a little.

"Mark, you know we're leaving here to meet Darren's dad, right?"

He grunted in acknowledgment as he continued pounding into her from behind. I was filming them from the bed which she was using to prop her up for his assault on her pussy.

"I want you to cum inside my pussy because I want to meet his dad with another man's cum in me."

Mark's eyes got huge and a smile came across his face. He loved how dirty Jess was and he seemed to enjoy it more and more when she said stuff like this. It had become a game to him and he was an excellent player.

"You want my cum in your dirty cunt, Jess?" he asked her, egging her on.

"Oh, fuck, yes. There's no place I like your cum better, Mark. I mean, I do like it when you splash it on my face or my tits. And I feel really dirty when you cum in my ass. Darren never cums in my ass. But, mmmmm, knowing what cumming in my pussy is really supposed to be about takes it to another level. Cumming in my womb. You shouldn't be doing that to your friend's fiancée. It's the ultimate in cuckolding. Or it would be, you know, if I wasn't on the pill."

Mark and I locked eyes for a moment and then I looked at Jess. She had the most devilish grin I'd ever seen her have. She'd teased me before about pregnancy, especially with Jacen. We were far too young still to ever consider actually having a baby. Neither of us wanted one. But damn, she knew how much that aroused me.

I had been stroking my own dick with my free hand while they fucked and this took me over the edge. I came on the floor in front of them and Jess had to suppress a giggle as I did so. It was humiliating to have my cum wasted before them as she was begging him to cum inside of her. Her giggle at me just amped up that humiliation. In a good way.

I know I write about a lot of the encounters she has with her other lovers. It makes it seem that we never have sex and that really isn't the case. Jess and I have sex practically daily. I don't have sex with her before she has sex with Mark or Jacen. That's really the only time I "can't" have sex with her. We have amazing sex when we do. Do I know that she would prefer sex with Mark or Jacen? Yes. It must seem to be weak to admit that to anyone who isn't able to be able to handle their partner's sexual freedom. For me, being able to enjoy the fact that your girl gets better sex from others doesn't take away from my enjoyment when I am with her. She gets her cake and gets to eat it too. As far as I am concerned, she deserves it.

It didn't take long after that for Mark to get her over the top for a strong orgasm. I'd like to believe that seeing me pop from her dirty talk helped too. Mark relentlessly slammed into her through her orgasm, elongating her climax. Her legs trembled under her and her juices dripped onto the floor. This is the type of thing I am talking about- I could never get that to happen for her. And I love that even though I can't get her there that she still gets to enjoy pleasure like that.

Her reaction was enough to set Mark off and he came hard into her.

"That's it. That's the stuff. Baby, how hot is it going to make you that I'm meeting your dad with Mark's cum deep inside of me?"

She was looking right into the phone's camera lens as she asked me this.

"So hot," I squeaked out.

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We were finally on the road about ten minutes after that. As I was driving up the highway, Jess watched the video she had me take.

"Damn, Mark looks so good pounding me like this. His body turns me on so much. No wonder you love watching us fuck."

I smiled at her. I hadn't really thought about the fact that before seeing herself on video like this, she could never witness it from my perspective.

"It's like my own personal porno with my favorite star. It never gets old."

"Fuck, you think people would pay to see this kind of action?" she asked.

"Oh shit... maybe? You're certainly hot enough for people to want to watch you have sex."

I noticed she had started to slowly rub her crotch while in the car seat as she continued watching the video.

"Oh my god, the thought of other guys rubbing one out while watching me get fucked is pretty hot."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know... maybe..." she said contemplatively.

"That would be... hot... but kinda dangerous, don't you think?"

"Yeah. Probably. But still... maybe we should do a little research."

After a few moments of her just watching it some more, it looked like she had restarted it, she looked up at me.

"You think I should show this to your dad?"

I glanced over at her in a panic and nearly swerved the car in doing so.

"Whoa, babe. Keep your eyes on the road. I'm just teasing you."

I found myself nearly breaking out into a cold sweat even thinking about her doing that.

"Jesus, that really got to you, huh? You know I love teasing you, but I would never want to do anything that would harm you. Darren, you are so the love of my life. As much as I love sex with these other guys and having the freedom to have sex with anyone I want, you are the only person I want to come home to. The fact that you get me and allow me to be me is the icing on the cake."

I smiled at her comment. "Thanks, Jess. If I didn't know that, I wouldn't have the stomach for these adventures of ours. Seriously. As arousing as it is, I just couldn't bear it."

"I know, babe. And I'll be good when meeting your dad. I wouldn't want to mess up your relationship with him. Even though teasing you about it might be a whole lot of fun."

It seemed like a natural segue to bring up something I had been contemplating.

"Jess... I want us to work as a couple so badly. For us to get married and to have the open relationship that you desire. I don't know how we can do that and keep it secret from those close to us. I guess what I'm saying is that showing my father that video would be way, way too much... I think I'd like to let him know the truth about our relationship. If you agree with me, that is."

"Seriously?"

"It's scary as hell but just as you don't want to live a lie, I don't want to live a lie."

"How do you think he's going to react? I mean, how would you frame it?"

"I guess we'd tell him that we're in love, we're planning on getting married, but we're choosing to have the marriage be an open one. For you anyway. As to how he'll react, I'm not certain. My father is a brilliant man. I could see him processing the idea very analytically and maybe understand it."

I could see her nodding while she was thinking.

"What about your mom?"

"Oh, she's going to hate you no matter what," I said.

Jess laughed, "Very funny."

"No, I'm serious. My mother is a flaming bitch. If you never meet her that would be fine by me. Sorry, that sounds harsh. But I just don't think there would be any chance of her being happy with anyone I ended up with, even if they were like Donna Reed."

We hadn't spoken much about our parents which might seem weird for as long as we had been together.

"Alright. But back to your dad. Are you sure you want to do this? Once it's out of the bag, there's no stuffing it back in."

"I know. Even if he doesn't understand or approve, I'm still marrying you. So, I guess it's going to be in his court to have a relationship with me, with us."

"Can I be honest?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes, please. Always."

"I get a little wet when you talk about marrying me."

We both laughed. I loved Jess so much and that love only increased each new day.

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We pulled up to my father's house. This wasn't a home I had lived in with him, so there was no real nostalgia for me here. It was still in the town I had grown up in, but this house was pretty new to him.

He stepped out of the house as we got out of my car, an older Ford Focus that was more practical than flashy.

Robert Ziegler dropped his typically stern demeanor when he saw Jess and he practically lit up.

"Wow, Darren. You said Jessica was a beauty but, you know, I thought just in your eyes."

Jess beamed, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Ziegler."

"Oh no, the pleasure's all mine. Hello, son. Good to see you as well."

We shook hands as we usually did. "Good to see you, father. How have you been?"

Jess gave me a questioning look, I'm sure puzzled by my interaction with my father. It's just how it was with us.

"Doing well, thank you. Please come in, both of you. Can I get you a drink? Jess, are you old enough for alcohol?"

"Yes, sir. I'm nearly twenty-two. But just water is fine."

"Alright. Son, anything for you?"

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"You need any help with your bags?" he asked.

"No, we packed light. I've got them."

Seeing I had things in hand, he ushered Jess inside and began giving her a tour of the house. It was pretty modest as I'm sure he didn't want anything that would be too much to take care of. The irony of just how modest it was in consideration of how much he was worth was high.

Inside it was decorated pretty spartanly. It almost felt like a model home it was so spare of personal objects. He likely paid some interior designer to decorate it and has done nothing to it beyond that. It just felt unlived in. Until you got to his office.

His office was what would have been called a bonus room on a floor plan. A large twenty by twenty room over his garage that was nearly wall to wall bookshelves. My father is mostly known for two things- a deep knowledge of history, especially World War II, and electrical engineering. He really didn't have much space in his life for anything that didn't fit into those two categories. It was pretty easy to see why my mother wasn't in his life as she didn't fit into either. Once she fell into what I would call a deep well of religiosity, it was over between them.

He was proud of this room. It was in good shape considering how packed it was and it was clear that every shelf was thoroughly organized. Jess was rapt with attention as he showed her the map he had laid out on a table before him. It was a wargame that used cardboard counters to represent. He loved and collected many of these. This particular one was focused on the Allied invasion of Holland, also known as Operation Market Garden. He bragged to Jess that he was able to play the scenario in a way that the Allies won more often than losing that campaign, as they did in real life.

Jess flashed me a smile as he was showing her in great detail the method for his victory. I could tell he liked her and she liked him.

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We had just about finished the meal he had prepared for us (he hated wasting money on dining out) when we started discussing our wedding plans. Jess and I had talked about not having anything overly extravagant, maybe just a small ceremony for immediate family.

"If money is a concern, son, don't let it dissuade you from doing what she really wants."

Jess looked at me quizzically and Robert picked up on it.

"She doesn't know, does she?"

"Know what?" Jess asked, obviously confused.

"Your fiancé has a trust fund."

"Father-" I started.

"-What? You don't think she should know?" he asked me.

"Like how much are we talking about?" Jess piped up.

"Darren wouldn't have to work for the rest of his life and still die extremely wealthy."

Her eyes got wide. "Really?"

I grimaced. I never wanted it to be a thing between us.

"You should explain it to her, son."

I drew a heavy sigh and started into it. "My father has always been an inventor. He holds something like, what twenty-four patents, right?"

"Thirty-two now. Sorry I haven't kept you up to date."

I nodded. "Well, back when I was in sixth grade, trying to impress him, I came up with an idea after reading through something he was working on for a big mobile phone company. Long story short, he encouraged me to submit the concept to the patent office and helped me to build a working model to present to his client. It's kind of hard to explain, but it led to a major breakthrough in the miniaturization of camera technology that is still a major part of cell phones to this day."

Jess's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?"

I shook my head. "No. He wisely put the proceeds of the contracts to use the tech into a trust fund."

"Which Darren gains control of when he turns twenty-five or when he gets married. Whichever comes first."

"Jesus, Darren. Just how smart are you?" she asked.

"Well, I mean, I guess I just got lucky. I was twelve. I think because I didn't fully understand what was considered impossible at the time, I didn't let those ideas block me from coming up with the idea. He implemented it-"

"-with some significant corrections from you," my father interrupted.

"Sure, but still. It could have just ended up in a trashcan and never explored or someone else could have figured it out. You were able to bring it to market."

"Ok. But it would have been shitty of me to take credit and all the profit. You know, he could have gone to a much bigger school than where you both go. He was accepted to schools like M.I.T. He's always been modest about his accomplishments. I don't begrudge him from living his own life."

Jess gave me a look. I wasn't quite sure what it was at first, but then I realized she was trying to tell me that this might be a good time to bring up our relationship.

"Well, about that..." I started in. "There's something I, we'd, like you to know about us."

"What? Is she pregnant?"

"No, oh god, no," I said, a flush running to my face. I saw Jess suppressing a smile at that.

"This is kind of hard to say. We are both very much in love, but, well, we have what you might call an open relationship."

"So, what... you're swingers? Is that even a thing still?"

"It is, but that's not exactly it. We don't, like, swap partners. Jess has other lovers. Sometimes... I watch."

It was a relief to get that out but the tension inside of me quickly tightened back up as I waited to see his reaction. He was obviously thinking through the implications and what it all might mean. Every permutation, what it might mean for us socially, etc.

"And this works for you? For both of you?" he asked after several moments.

"Yeah," I replied while Jess nodded. I could see that she was practically holding her breath.

"It sounds... pretty hot, I guess."

Not what I was expecting in a reaction from him, but yet, not too surprising either. Jess blushed a bit from his response, which honestly may have been one of the first times I had ever seen her blush.

"So, can I ask, how does it work?"

I looked to Jess, hoping she would speak to whatever comfort level she had on the specifics.

"Well, soon after we met and I realized I had feelings for Darren I admitted to him that I had... issues keeping long-term boyfriends due to my... sexual appetites."

He nodded like this was all just data he was processing.

"I like to have sex. I just do. And I like a variety of men. And sometimes women. When I shared this with him," she said pointing at me, "it wasn't a deal-breaker. He found it, as you said, hot. One thing led to another and he witnessed me with a lover of mine. We both enjoyed it immensely. I love being free to have sex with others, but I love having sex with others in front of him even more."

He was quiet for a bit. Processing. Then he said, "I could see the appeal. You're a very attractive woman. I think seeing you make love would be a very pleasant thing to see."

Jess stifled a smile.

"So, ok, I see why you might have been apprehensive to tell me," he continued. "Or anyone for that matter. I appreciate your candor. You're not going to tell your mother, are you?"

"Oh, Christ, no."

He laughed when I said that. "See, smart boy," he said to Jess.

He turned back to me, "Obviously, most of the rest of the world won't understand it. You know that, right son?"

"Oh, yeah. Of course. I just love her for who she is and didn't want to have to make her hide that with you."

The look on his face said a lot. "Thank you, son. I appreciate that trust in me."

Jess was beaming from ear to ear. "That was pretty amazing, you two."

"Yes, well, that's why it's always smart to bet on intelligent men instead of muscle-bound jerks, my dear. As I'm sure you know since you're with him," my father confided in her.

"Yeah, I love my Baby Einstein, for sure," Jess teased.

"Oh, fuck, no. That's not going to be a nickname that sticks," I insisted.

"Language, son," my father admonished.

"Really, Dad, you have no idea the things that come out of this one's mouth," I said pointing at Jess without thinking through the implications of what I was implying.

"Oh, really?" he asked, now curious.