I was truly at home again, fully reconnected with my son in the present, supported by great memories and what probable reality lay ahead. For this night, Zach and Victoria were well-spent. Only I needed to unload so sleep could take over, likely with an incredible dream world for each of us. "Turn the fuck over son," I commanded. "Raise that butt up, your dad needs to faggot-fuck you fast and hard." He turned over, and as always he pulled his butt cheeks apart, open and ready. I mounted him in one rough dominating move, 'till my balls were slapping his. I was in, happy to just grind my pelvis into his spread butt cheeks, coming in streams. My only words as he groaned his acceptance were, "Oh son, what a fuck. I loved your cock tonight more than ever before. Thank you son, what a feeding you gave me! Now I'm saying goodnight to your cunt pussy. I love you!" I know I stayed connected tightly to him, my cock so happy inside him, going tantric crazy. When or how we disentangled, I just don't remember, but at some point we three were in bed, and sleep did take over.
Zach somehow must have heard his alarm clock, and made it to the base well before dawn. Victoria and I only realized that as sun flooded our bedroom, demanding some level of conscious awareness. We pulled the covers over our heads, Sunday had been a real big one for us, sleep was the only cure. Sometime later, Atticus had other ideas and was on the bed communicating quite clearly.
"Ok Honey, I have to get out with him now," I said. "I'd love to come back to coffee and breakfast."
Her response was not really audible, but twenty minutes later Atticus and I returned to that wonderful aroma of dark roast Sumatra. Life for us was returning to normal, but our new normal was the stuff of dreams, dreams of our life with Zach and the out-of-control expectations for Friday's evening meeting with Bella. The days, and nights with Zach, building up to Friday were a blur. A beautiful blur of course, predictable yet a new layer of learning and of joy every single day, and night. Zach and Bella, we learned, had many lunchtime rendezvous, and they talked by phone every evening. Sometimes he would report their goings-on, so it was almost as though Bella was already here. We didn't intrude, though we were welcome to. We felt they needed bonding time. Still for us the week was full of Bella, and Friday loomed large, in the most positive way possible.
The menu, the level of dress--formal yet relaxed, everything was well planned. Victoria had bought and wrapped a gift, to welcome the lady of the hour to our home. Imaginations were running wild. Keeping with tradition, she and Zach were both leaving their respective offices early to be here at 4:00. Zach would be home at 3:00 to bathe and dress, he lived here now. This was his home. Bella would arrive at 4:00, to be met by this unique family of three.
Zach arrived to our loving greeting right at 3:00, and headed for his master suite to bathe. He and Victoria had chosen again, a polished Ivy League look. Proper for a Princeton boy meeting his Vassar girl. Khakis with white Cole Hann slip-ons, a pressed blue broadcloth button-down dress shirt, and blue Burberry blazer. He cut such a handsome chiseled male-model's figure, on him anything looked great, and he had come to know it. He was a powerful young Black man, finally becoming confident in that truth, and enjoying being himself.
Victoria looked like a wealthy suburban diva, tight-fitting black dress with antique silver adornments, her dominant trademark--slit to the hip on one side! The dress highlighting both her nipple-rings, and the legs of this petite lady wearing seamed stockings for the occasion. Her hair again moused straight back, as if she were attending the academy awards, or perhaps posing for a Stockroom shoot. I chose an all silk black Ralph Lauren long-sleeve that buttoned all the way down the front, meant to be worn untucked, but I had also wore a tight-fitting long-sleeved black silk undershirt to match my black silk panties. All contrasting with comfortable pleated white cotton slacks, perfect for my angular lean runners body. I chose my red Prada slippers for drama, and buzzed my white beard nice and short. We weren't trying to hide our age, we were quite comfortable being exactly what our lifestyle of fitness and Vegan good health had given us.
The three of us were comfortable in 'our' home, a beautiful home, now Zach's home for real. The setting had history, the history of him coming to meet Victoria--everyone excited, but no one really knowing what would come of the pageantry. Nothing but great good, extraordinary good, had come of it. We all hoped for more, much more, of the same tonight with the arrival of Bella.
We had only seen a few photos of Bella, selfies with the two from last Sunday, and body-type descriptions from Zach. She was likely just a bit taller than Victoria's five foot two, a few pounds heavier than Victoria's ultra-petite hundred and ten pounds, probably because of her breasts Zach raved about. The two ladies would fit well together. Two very in-shape beauties, one Black, and one white. It was almost exactly 4:00 and we all heard the purr of her new Mercedes, a charcoal gray. She was a prosperous young business woman, she had earned that ride. I opened our front door, wanting to be the first to greet her, walking out to her car I opened her door. She looked up at me with a dazzling smile, short straight black hair, dressed in a stunning red one-piece dress that existed to show off that body. As she undid her seat belt, she held her hand out to me, and I helped her out of the car. For a moment we stood facing each other, obvious to our audience standing by the front door we hugged tightly, as she whispered in my ear, "My Master, so good to meet you!"
Wow, that made my cock jump, and of course she felt it through our hug. What a body, so in-shape, so firm yet so smooth and soft in a womanly way. As we broke our embrace, she bent over and reached for the flowers she had brought, suddenly I was seeing that perfect Black butt of hers visible under that short tight red dress. She showed off what was a bubble butt by any measure, and breasts I intended to handle with my wished-for roughness. I loved to torture my bitch's nipples, these were clearly pronounced and visible through the material of that dress. She was obviously braless.
