Jean's mom and dad asked her if Father Jack would celebrate the funeral mass for her grandmother who passed away after a long illness.
"She thought highly of him and really enjoyed his pastoral skills and homilies. She said a few hours spent one on one with him provided her more relief than all the medicine she was taking."
"Mom, Father just happens to be here. He said he would be honored to celebrate her mass."
Norah said, "Tell him thank you."
"I will. He was very fond of grandma."
"I know he was. She always spoke fondly of him. I'm surprised Father is there."
Jean laughed, "He was just about to leave when you called so you caught him at a good time and in a good mood. He's been stressed all week and I've been sad, but we're both better now."
"Where's Brad?" Norah asked.
"He's at work. He'll be home soon."
"So, it's just you and Father at home? You have a very understanding husband"
Jean answered, "I do and yes, it's just Father and I here at the house. Brad was the one who suggested Father come over. He thought I needed cheering up. He even got dinner ready. I just had to put it in the oven. He even set the table. It was nice being able to focus all my attention on Father."
Norah replied, "I bet it was," picturing the attention she imagined Jean giving Father.
Norah hoped she didn't sound too nosy when she followed up with another question, "How long has Father been there?"
Jean sensed her mom was fishing but wasn't bothered by it, "I think right after I got home. Around five."
It was now nearly ten.
"That's a long time. You two surely can't have that much to talk about."
She smiled, her mom was definitely fishing.
"You're right. We don't talk the whole time we're together. We do other things."
"Like what?" Norah asked.
"Watch television. We both like sports. Go for a walk or a bike ride. We both like to keep active, especially after the wonderful dinner Brad prepared for us. We had to burn off a lot of calories tonight."
Norah laughed, "I'm glad you have such an understanding husband. I hope you saved him some leftovers."
Jean replied, "Of course. If I know Brad he's been thinking about those leftovers all night."
"That's good. You do know the key to a man's heart is his stomach. Keep him well fed and he'll be happy."
"Trust me Mom even though he does all of the cooking I know how to keep Brad happy."
Norah answered, "You must. He seems very happy. I think having another man around, even if he is a priest, would bug your dad. I know it would bug me if he had a lady friend."
Jean retorted, "That's why I didn't marry a man like Dad. Father's been good for my marriage. I'm happy. Brad's happy. Father's happy. When I'm home should I tell Father to get a hotel room or can he stay at your house?"
"He can stay here. You and Brad will get your old room and we'll put Father in your sister's room. We turned it into a guest room."
"Did you change my room?" Jean asked.
"No. We don't have plans to. You already had a queen size bed and your own bathroom."
"Good. That room holds a lot of special memories for me."
She didn't elaborate and Norah didn't ask, but she suspected those memories pertained to sex.
They then talked about Grandma. They were sad, but relieved as she had been in a lot of pain towards the end. They agreed it wasn't going to be the same without her.
Norah did make one final comment, "She would have liked to have been a great grandmother."
Jean said, "I know. She asked me all the time when I was going to give her a great grand baby. I feel bad it didn't happen."
"Don't feel bad. You weren't ready to be a mom, but maybe now you are."
She answered, "Maybe," but didn't commit.
They ended their call. After hanging up the phone, she turned to Father who had been quietly lying next to her while she was on the phone.
"How's your mom doing?"
"She's doing okay. This is going to be a tough week."
"Anything I can do to help?" Father asked.
"Make love to me."
He almost said it was late and he needed to go home, but he didn't have the heart to tell her no, not when she was hurting, and Jean was hurting.
A minute later, he was on top of her and balls deep. Their lovemaking was slow, his cock only moving an inch or two in and out of her vagina. They spent a lot of time looking at each other. Both felt a lot of physical attraction to the other.
They weren't worried about Brad coming home. Seeing Father's car in the driveway, there was a good chance he wouldn't even pull into the driveway but drive somewhere and kill an hour.
If Father's car was still in the driveway, he would quietly enter the house and head to his bedroom.
As the pace of their lovemaking increased and her orgasm neared she told Father, "I love you."
He replied, "I love you too Jean."
When she sensed his climax was imminent she implored him to cum in her.
Afterwards she teased him and said, "Now you can go home. Thanks for staying."
"It was my pleasure. Don't get up. You look so content."
"I am because of you."
She watched him dress. They exchanged a final kiss before he exited the bedroom.
She heard the front door open and close. She looked at the clock. It was late. She was tired, but she also didn't want to disappoint Brad. He had been so good. He really did treat her well.
She was happy when the door to the house opened and closed a few minutes later. It was Brad. He headed straight to her bedroom.
She was on top of the bed, naked, laying on her back, her legs open wide.
"I've been waiting for you cuck. I hope you're hungry."
He didn't undress, just got on the bed and between her legs. He buried his face in her crotch.
She closed her eyes, "Someone is starving. Slow down. You have such a nice tongue. We did it a lot. I taste good don't I? Clean me out, cuck."
Her orgasm was great which was no surprise to her as Brad was very good at oral. Licking her right after she had been with Father always got him super excited so she wasn't surprised to find out he had climaxed while pleasuring her.
She had been tired, but was now wide awake. She was also hungry.
"Let's go to the kitchen. Did you eat earlier?"
"No, I'm starving. How was dinner?"
"It was great. Thank you. Father really enjoyed his meal."
"And how was your evening?"
"Very nice. We both enjoyed ourselves."
"I'm glad."
She asked him to hand her a nightgown and robe. She put them on. They headed to the kitchen. He heated up the leftovers. They sat at the kitchen table. She asked about his day and work. He spent less than a minute recapping it then asked about hers.
She told him about her day, dinner, some of their discussions, but didn't go into the specifics of their lovemaking.
"I almost forgot. Mom called. Father is going to do Grandma's funeral. We're going to stay at Mom and Dad's."
She knew he wanted to ask where the three of them would sleep because he hoped the answer would humiliate him in the eyes of her family.
She extinguished that hope when she said, "You and I will stay in my bedroom and Father will stay in my sister's bedroom. They turned it into a guest room."
She decided to throw him a bone because he had been such a good cuckold.
Looking him in the eye, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "I'm sure he and I will figure out a way for me to have some one on one time. Maybe I'll have you and him switch places for a few hours. He can come to my room. You'd like that wouldn't you?"
He nodded yes and said, "I would."
She thought about telling him about all the questions her mom asked and how she suspects there is some hanky panky going on between Father and her, but decided not to.
She yawned. It was nearly midnight. She thought about calling off work, but decided she needed to go in as she would be out of the office a few days to attend her grandmother's funeral.
She kissed Brad goodnight, thanked him again for spoiling her and her boyfriend and for the nice licking he gave her.
She tousled his hair and said, "I'm so glad you don't give me any problems. You've really been so accommodating, such a good cuckold."
Her praise made him smile. He didn't stay up much longer. After cleaning up the kitchen, he headed to bed. He replayed their lovemaking, the taste of Father's cum, Jean imploring him to lick her, to get all of Father's seed out, her hands on his head, thrusting her pelvis, fucking his face as he licked her sex, his penis throbbing, the climax so intense, warm and wet then cold, sticky, and damp.
He wondered if Jean and he would ever have intercourse again. He doubted it, not as long as Father was in the picture. She belonged to Father.
Three days later the three of them were on a plane headed to Jean's hometown. She sat between both men, but focused her attention on Father.
She rented a car and drove them to her parents' house. Father sat in front while her cuckold sat in the back. Her parents were in the living room watching television.
The stood up and warmly greeted Father and Jean. Brad entered a minute later. He was carrying the suitcases.
Jean said, "You should have said something. We would have helped you."
"It was no big deal."
He then greeted his in laws. Her dad liked Brad, but he wondered if his daughter had made the right choice. He was a nice guy, too nice a guy he thought. He behaved more like a priest while Father behaved more like he thought a man should behave like, in charge, assertive.
He noticed Jean certainly seemed smitten with him. Like Norah, Raymond wondered if Jean and Father were having an affair. They certainly spent a lot of time together. She also talked about him all the time, but it was the way she looked at him that said it all.
She looked in love. He wondered what the future held for the three of them. He felt bad for Brad, but reminded himself in the jungle, the weak don't win, but get eaten.
