Phil went back to his hotel the next day. I tried to convince him to stay at the house so we could catch up for all the time he was gone, but he refused. So here I was, alone in the house again, trying to sort out my thoughts.
Work was tough for a couple of days. No matter what I did, my mind kept going back to the weekend. First meeting two hot young guys that ended up being my sons friends, then hooking up with them again and having a small but hot group session, and finally my brother who I haven't seen in years coming home and literally catching me in the act.
"How this all played out should be a movie all on its own," I thought to myself as I watched some more porn on the computer. It was Wednesday evening and I needed to pass the time. Regular television wasn't cutting it and my brother said he had plans so he wasn't coming over tonight. I spoke to Jackie earlier in the week and told her about Phil coming home. She said she didn't feel so upset about leaving me alone now. It would give me time to reconnect with my brother.
Although the porn was on, all I could see were familiar faces on the screen. Every young black haired kid was Andy. Every red head or uncut guy was Mark. Any scene that someone was caught, I could see Phil walking in on me. Anytime someone was jerking off, I pictured Phil playing with his 7" cock in front of me.
What was I going to do? I had to find a way to stop feeling guilty and worrying so much. A little after 10:00, I shut everything down and went to bed.
As usual, that night I dreamed of sex. I dreamed of my wife in bed with me as we were fucking around. I was sucking her nipples while she played with my cock, getting it harder and ready for me to slide into her pussy and fuck the shit out of her. I reached down to play with her pussy while she continued sucking my hard cock and lick my balls. Her mouth expertly working me over, her tongue massaging all the right spots.
I fingered her out with one hand while my other reached behind her to play with her ass. She was never into me doing anything in her ass, but tonight I dreamt she was loving it.
After a few minutes of heavy foreplay, I heard a noise and looked up. Phil was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, eating popcorn and watching us. He said he was enjoying the show and not to worry about him. I went down on my wife and started to lick her pussy, which was already dripping. My tongue reaching into her as far as it could. I cleaned out every inch of her clit as I did this while she continued to suck my cock and lick my balls. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain across my ass and the sound of a slap echoed in the room.
Andy was standing over us and had his hand raised ready to slap me in the ass again. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Sean is going to be upset. He wants to play with us too."
"What are you doing here? Leave me and my wife alone." I answered. I went to go back down on my wife and Mark's hard uncut cock was staring at me in the face. I started sucking on it, tasting first the juices of my wife on his cock, and then the salty taste of his precum in my mouth. I reached up to feel my wife's tits and suddenly they were much smaller. I looked up again and laying there was Sean. His small hairless chest laying where my wife's large knockers were just a few seconds ago. He was laying down across the bed with a huge ass cock in his hand. It was about 8.5-9" long and thick as hell. It looked like it would be hard to put in my mouth. It looked familiar but I couldn't place it.
So now here I was. I went from being alone in the room with my wife, ready to have a hot night of sex, to having Andy slapping me in the ass hard while I sucked on Mark's cock. My son Sean was playing with a huge piece of meat hanging between his legs while I rubbed his nipples and chest. All while my brother Phil watched from a corner of the room, playing with his own 7" cock.
I felt another slap across my ass and jumped. I woke up and saw Phil standing over me laughing. "Sounds like you were having a hell of a dream there bro."
"What are you doing here?" I asked him.
"You said I could come over whenever. Remember, you gave me the key the other day? I had a little too much to drink tonight and didn't feel like driving to town with a buzz on so I figured I would stay here tonight."
"That's fine, but what are you doing in here?"
"You were dreaming. It sounded like it was a good one but then you started moaning and saying something I couldn't understand. You actually started to worry me the way you were moaning. It sounded hot at first but then it was scary."
"So wat did you do slap me in the ass? You could have shaken me."
"If you don't want your ass slapped then it shouldn't be up in the air like that. Plus after what I've seen you do, I really don't think it bothered you too much."
"You're sick Phil."
"I'm sick? You're the sick puppy screwing around with his sons friends and having wild dreams about them. I assume that's what you were dreaming, right?"
"I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Whatever. I'm going to the other room and get some sleep. See you in the morning." Phil walked out of the room and I laid back down.
I was all sweaty and the bed was also soaked from sweat. I rolled over and felt it. There was a load of cum on the sheets where I shot my load in my dream. "I really have to get control of myself" I said and went back to sleep.
The rest of the night went off without a hitch. I fell asleep and didn't dream of anything. I woke up to the alarm and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My cock was hard and I reached down to it. I could feel the load I had shot last night in my pubes. I got up to take a piss and shower. I remembered the dream and waking up to my brother, again watching me.
I went downstairs and put the coffee on. I still had a couple of hours before I had to go to work. I figured I would have a small breakfast and talk to Phil about watching me so much. It felt awkward and kind of creeped me out. Unfortunately, Phil never woke up before I left for work.
The day dragged on. Work was slow and boring. I wanted to leave early but I forced myself to stick it out. If I leave early, I was afraid I would end up at the bath house again and I wanted to do everything I could to avoid going back there for a while. When the day was finished, I went home and changed into a pair of gym shorts. Phil was gone and the house was empty again. I took out a couple of burgers and went outside to fire up the grill when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I walked around the corner of the house and saw Sean getting out of the car. Andy and Mark were with him as usual.
"Hey there. You came home," I said joking. "You guys hungry? I was just going to make a couple of burgers."
"Sure Dad. If you don't mind." Sean answered.
"Yeah Dad," Mark said with a smirk on his face.
"Sounds good to me Dad," Andy also said laughing.