Private Dic

'Diane, are you going to your book club tonight?'

'Of course! You know I never miss it. It gives me the opportunity to catch up with all the girl gossip.'

'Oh, thought we might all go out to dinner tonight for a change.'

'Let's do that tomorrow night. Everyone available?'

'I am,' I replied.

'I can't. At the moment I have that meeting with the church fund raising group,' Dad said.

'Well maybe Jim and I should go so we can get to know each other better.'

Dad said, 'That's fine with me. Jim?'

'Sure. Never pass up a free meal!!'

'Who said I was buying?' Diane said.

'Me!'

'All right it is a date. After dinner, let's watch that new detective thriller movie that came out on Netflix,' she said.

'Hey, speaking of detective thriller's, aren't you reading one this month with the book club?' Dad asked,

'Yeah, it's the new one from our favorite author,' she said.

Dad said, 'I read it all flying back from D.C.. It's great. After a month, you must almost be done with it. What do you think about the plot? How Renee is captured? Did you like what happened next? '

I know the answer, I read it too. The detective is our absolute favorite.

'I... well... yeah Renee and the bad guys... she was... she was great.'

'Doesn't sound like you read it,' Dad said.

'Oh I did, it's just a drew a blank on what happened.'

Dad's phone rang.

'I have to take this in private, attorney client confidential.'

He quickly left the room.

My step mom looked relieved. My guess, she was caught in a lie. I don't know her very well but it was obvious.

'Well Jim, I have got to get ready. Looking forward to tomorrow night. Should be a blast.'

It didn't take her long to get ready. I have never seen her get ready so fast.

I noticed that she really glammed up for this book club. Make-up, hair and sexy clothes.

Do women always dress up like for each other? I wondered.

Is something else going on?

She stopped by the living room to say bye.

Wearing a short, tight skirt with a matching blouse opened up three of four buttons, I had to admit... she looked pretty sexy.

But... now I was even more suspicious.

I am imagining things, she just needs to look great amongst her book worm friends - right?

She left for the book club.

Alone in the living room, once again my thoughts drifted back to that night. More tears down my cheeks. I can't help it.

Dad finally got off his call.

'Just you and me, how about going to dinner Dad?'

'Sorry Jim. I need to make more calls, this situation is getting out of hand.'

'What going on?'

'The Supreme Court agreed to hear our case the day after tomorrow. I have to make the arrangements to be ready for it. I will be leaving tonight and back who knows when.'

'Is it for that client on death row?'

'Yeah. I think we have a shot to delay and maybe get him off death row.'

'Wow. Good luck Dad, I know you can do it.'

'I hope so. These are tough cases.'

'Life or death?'

'Yep. Hey, keep an eye on Mom while I am gone.'

'Okaaaay. Not sure why...'

'Just do it for me.'

'Will do.'

'And Dad... do I have to call her Mom?'

'If you can, that would be great. She is trying to be the best Step Mom for you.'

'All right. I will try... but no one can ever replace Mom.'

I teared up when I said that. Dad saw that and gave me a hug.

'I know. I miss her too.'

A text came through. My fiancee Claudia.

'Looks like I have something to do now Dad. Claudia doesn't have to take that extra shift tonight so we are going to dinner.'

'That's great Jim. Listen, she has a tougher job than me. An ER doc is faced with life and death action way more often than me. She is an awesome person. I bet if she was on duty that night we would still have Mom.'

I silently shook my head replaying the entire horrible night.

My therapist said I need to stop doing that, it was only making my mental health worse. I am starting to disconnect from the world. Claudia is my lifeline.

She said just remember good memories of Mom.

Easy to say, tough to do.

'Jim, Mom knew what she was getting into. It was probably her most dangerous task ever. Training our office personnel right in the middle of the cartel headquarters city. Clearly though it led to...'

'Yeah, I know. it's just...'

I was choking up again. Think about the good memories, think about the good memories...

Dad seems to have adjusted better to the whole situation.

It took awhile but meeting Diane helped.

They had a whirlwind romance and married two weeks after meeting.

Diana dominated Dad's time for the last three months. I barely know her so going to dinner with her tomorrow night is probably a good idea. I need to build some type of relationship with her, but calling her Mom... not sold on that.

'Dad, heading out. Safe trip Dad. Good luck with the Supreme Court,' I announced.

He will need it. They have reputation as a 'hang 'em high' approach to these kind of cases.

'Ok, have fun. Enjoy your time with Claudia.'

I gathered my stuff and headed out the door.

Diane was in her car still sitting on the driveway. When she saw me in enter the garage, she started up and left in a hurry. Seemed strange.

I pulled out heading to Claudia's downtown condo. My path led me to trail Diane.

She was about a block ahead of me. I was heading to the Interstate, she was probably doing the same.

But then, she turned into a driveway. No other cars parked on the street or driveway.

I slowed and parked about five houses down.

I creeped up closer.

She walked up to the front door, pulled out a key and opened it.

There was a guy standing there in a bathrobe.

They hugged and kissed while she forced his robe down and off.

He was fucking naked! Some book club! A nudist one?

She started kissing him again while she grabbed his cock. She backed him into the house and closed the door.

Did I just see what I saw? This is no book club meeting. She is having an affair six months into their marriage.

So much for calling her Mom... how about slutty, cheating bitch.

I Googled the address and used it look up the owner in the tax district rolls.

Alfred Wrigley. Alfred Wrigley... something about that name.

I went to social media and found him on Facebook. I scrolled through the posts and there it was... a picture of Mrs. Wrigley, Mrs. Diane Wrigley.

It's her ex! She is having an affair with her ex. Oh my god.

I haven't heard why they divorced, but I will ask tomorrow night.

I contemplated what to do.

I thought about what our favorite detective would do. She would 'case the joint'.

I called Claudia and told her I couldn't make it... Dad's leaving town and he wants to spend time together.

I got out of my car and walked slowly to the house. No cameras up front. I walked past, none on the sides.

Reversing course after three houses, walked back and ducked down the closest side.

I creeped low below the window sills.

Popping up and looking into the first window, it looked like a utility room. Second, a breakfast nook and the last window a bedroom.

None of these windows had inside blinds or drapes. Maybe he can't afford them after the divorce.

Around back, a porch extended out to a patio with a rusted grill. I peaked into the back door window into the kitchen. Nobody.

I have to be getting close. Probably at least one bedroom on the far side.

I was extra precautious. First window I slowly rose up to look in. Empty, just a bed.

Only two more windows.

I heard giggling and muffled talk from the next window.

Slowly I rose up.

The lighting was dim in the room but I could make out the scene.

I had a clear view of the side of the bed. Alfred was lying on it. Diane between his legs.

She held the top of his sizable erection right under the well defined head,

Diane was kissing or sucking on what appeared to be the bottom of the shaft or the ball sack. Hard to tell.

I held my iPhone up against the bottom of the window, reversing the camera so I could see what I was recording.

She moved up the length of it, giving little sweet kisses along the way, never reaching the head.

Back to the bottom, this time lips wrapped around the length of it, moving up and down in place, before moving up towards the head.

Finally she spent energy on the head, biting the under skin, pulling it out then releasing it with a giggle.

She did that several times.

I heard him clearly say, 'Fuck!'

He swiveled his head. I could see his face, he was looking out the window.

I heard a muffled 'curtains'.

She stopped and moved to the window.

I pulled my phone away and plastered my back against the side of the building next to the window, hoping she would not see me.

She didn't.

The curtains pulled close. Show over for me.

I remained in place, listening to her loud giggling.

After a few minutes I heard a muffled 'I am cumming'.

I checked the video. At the very end, I could see both their faces clearly when he noticed the curtains.

Diane's face was little obscured with Alfred's big cock.

So now what? Do I leave?

Hell no. Time to break and enter.

I bought pick lock tools and practiced on our locks. I was pretty good at it.

For some reason, I always carried them with me.

I snuck around to front door acting like I was knocking on the door. My body shielding the view of my planned pick lock action.

Darn it! Didn't need it! I turned the knob and opened the door.

Thank god no alarm.

A quick check of the living room for cameras - none.

The bedroom would be on the right down the hall. The door was slightly opened.

I heard him say, 'Yeah, just like that, you remembered. Fuck that feels good.'

I crept down the hall.

I started videoing.

Diane was riding old Alfred's cock like a maniac, moving up and down on him so fast. I don't know how she can keep it up.

He screamed out, 'Damn! I am cumming again.'

She planted her pussy right on his pelvis and began moving back and forward on him.

'Fuck that feels great. Jeez, I can't stop... I am cumming.'

She stayed with the motion until he closed his eyes and stopped thrusting against her.

'God I miss that. So glad we are back together for this.'

'Al, that's it, just sex. I am not taking you back. I have a successful husband and a sexy stepson. That's my new life.'

'Take you back! i caught you fucking our son!'

'Yeah but you filed. No filing and we would be one happy family.'

'i don't know, fucking both of us, that is too far out there. You gave birth to him.'

'Whatever. I don't have to come see you every week like we planned. I can stop, your loss. Soon I will be fucking with the two men in my new home which by the way is so much better than this dump.'

'I get it Di. I am happy with this.'

Fucking two men? One of them has to be me. I guess.

The doorbell rang.

I froze waiting to hear what they will do with that.

'That's dinner from the Italian joint you like.'

She dismounted him and laid on the bed. He headed my way.

Fuck! I need an escape route. That should have been part of my planning. Some detective I am.

Ok, return toward the front, or go through th breakfast nook into the kitchen and out the back door.

Need to move fast, I can hear his footwear on the hardwood floors.

I made it to the kitchen and looked back.

He was putting his robe back on. He was about to open the door when he stopped and turned to a pile of clothes.

He retrieved his wallet.

He open the door and struck up a conversation with the delivery guy. I took that opportunity to leave through the back door. I turned the deadbolt lock and twisted the door knob.

It didn't open! Like it was stuck.

I heard him say, 'Let's set up in the breakfast nook. Can you open the wine for us?'

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I tried it again. It was stuck. Again.

Now what?

Ok, stop doing the same thing and expect a different result.

Let's start from the top - the deadbolt. I flicked it back and forth.

Wait! it was open, i locked it.

I unlocked it, twisted the door knob. Wa la! It opened.

The damn door creaked as I opened it.

I heard Diane say, 'I am going to smoke a joint on the porch.'

She is heading my way.

I hurried out the door and tripped as I leapt off the porch. My phone went flying out of my sight.

The back door creaked. I looked around the edge of the house.

She was naked, except for her fuzzy slippers.

The delivery guy got quite the treat.

What a body! Dad did all right I guess.

She took a few drags then headed toward me.

What is she doing?

I moved down to the front of the house and peaked around.

She walked straight to the hedge with roses. She lifted one up to smell it then looked down on the ground underneath it.

She bent over giving me a great shot of her ass but the excitement quickly changed to fear.

She picked up my phone!

I am sure it was locked. The background picture was a SpaceX launch. No way to identify it was mine.

She kept it and returned to the house.

I crept back to the side of the breakfast nook window to listen.

'I found this phone in the backyard. Is it yours?'

Silence.

'No, not mine.'

'How could someone lose their phone in your backyard?'

'Leave it. I will check with my neighbor. Who knows, it might have dropped from a plane or more likely helicopter.'

'Yeah, ok. Let's eat and get back to fucking,' she said.

I glanced in the window. I could see her large breasts almost touching the table. She had a glass of wine.

'To many, many, many more evenings of sex.'

I could hear the glasses clink.

'What about your husband? What do you tell him?'

'That I was going to a book club meeting.'

They busted out laughing.

'He is so naive. He is way to too busy at work to pay attention to me. That's why I have my eyes on my stepson Jim. I will get him in my web and not let him out,' she said.

'Just leave time for me Di.'

'Of course.Plenty of time for that big cock of yours. The best part of our marriage.'

'So what's your plan for Jim?'

'He and I are going to dinner tomorrow night. I will get a few drinks into him, take him home and suck and fuck his brains out.'

'Sounds like fun... for him.'

'Me too,' she said.

I heard enough but I need my phone back.

I knew they would return to the bedroom. It would be my chance to sneak back in and get my phone.

'Ready babe?'

'Yeah, we got about an hour before I head home. Hubby is leaving for D.C. on a redeye. i figured I would give him a nice send off if you know what I mean.'

'I do. Let me get mine.'

I heard the chairs sliding forward. I peaked in the window, they were heading to the bedroom.

My phone was on table.

Yes!

But my hopes for an easy retrieval dashed.

She was walking back to the table and picked up the phone.

'Just in case someone calls, I will answer it to help find out who it belongs to.'

I sighed. I was fucked. Maybe I should come back tonight, but my bet is she will hold onto the phone.

I went home.

***

I didn't sleep much. I replayed my whole fuck up over and over again.

Someone knocked on the door. Of course, it had to be Diane.

She didn't wait for my reply.

'Good morning Jim! How about some breakfast?'

She was wearing a short robe, open up top, her large breasts poking out of the opening.

The bottom open below the belt, split far enough to show a hint of her pussy.

She is starting. I thought she would start after dinner.

'That sounds good.'

She crawled up on the bed, the robe billowing out, her breasts totally in the open.

I had to admit, they were quite enticing.

'What would you like to start with? I am here to serve your every need.'

As she said that, she placed her hands on my right thigh, far up, close to my crotch.

'Three eggs sunny side up, breakfast potatoes, and sausages to start.'

She said, 'Just kidding, I don't cook breakfast except for sausages. I love long, thick sausages, those I will cook.'

As she said that, she put her hand on my growing erection.

'Oh, I see you like what you see. I can show you more.'

She kneeled next to me on the bed, slipped off her bathrobe then tossed it towards the foot of the bed.

A phone went flying out, landing, teetering on the edge of the bed.

She didn't seem to notice.

Deftly show pulled my growing erection through the fly of my pajama bottoms.

'Hmmmm... bigger than Daddy's. Mommy likes it.'

Moving up next to me, she moved in to kiss me, all the while stroking my cock.

'Kiss Mommy.'

I refused to do it.

'Ok.'

She kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. Eventually I engaged, turned on by the passion of the kisses and my growing erection.

'Mommy has more for you, more kisses... that you will love.'

Kisses on my neck, nipples, stomach, pelvis then the bottom of my shaft.

She was going to do it, my stepmom will suck my cock.

I closed my eyes in anticipation of the warmth of her mouth taking the head... maybe more.

Why am I doing this? I am betraying Claudia, betraying my Dad.

What if I had to explain this to Claudia? She would cut me in a minute.

Dad... what could he do, what would he do?

Then... the phone rang.

She paused inches from the head, her tongue out ready to do whatever she does.

It stopped. She moved even closer, taking a firm hold of my rock hard erection.

The phone rang again.

She moved back and twisted to pickup the phone.

As best I could see, there was a caller ID.

She stared at it.

'A Daddy is calling this phone. Dadeo. Hmm, that's different. Maybe a nickname for a friend.'

Oh god! Oh no. it's Dad! He never calls, why is he calling now? It must be important.

The ringing stopped. She put the phone back on the bed thank god.

It rang again.

'Three is a charm for the caller,' she said.

'Hello?'

'Ya, it's me. Jim is busy. I figured it must be important. He is right here.'

She put it on speaker, handed it to me then once again stroked my cock.

'...and because of the ruling, I saved a life! I fucking saved a life. I know it is not quite the same, but this must be the way Claudia feels.'

'Dad, that's great!'

Oh shit, she took the head in her mouth and continued to stroke my erection.

It felt great.

I muttered 'Oh god' not expecting her last move.

'Jim, you OK.'

'Yes, yes, doing great.'

'We are planning a big celebration here in D.C. Do you think you and Diane can join me? I have the corporate jet ready to take y'all, the one with the galley and bedroom, but you need to hustle, there is weather coming in.'

She pulled off of me momentarily to say, 'Absolutely.'

Another suck, then she said, 'Jim and I will come.'

She smiled at me, that statement had two meanings.

Back to sucking my cock.

'Great, see you guys in... let's see, four hours. I will have a car waiting. Pack light, it is just for one night.'

'Oh..Oh..'

She was too good at this. I felt the arousal in my balls, the anticipation of cumming building. It's been a week since Claudia and had sex, I am so ready.

'Jim? Are you OK?'

'Yeah Dad, just thinking out loud.'

Close, too close. Diane was diving all the down, her face colliding with my pelvis.

I let out my first spurt.

'Dad, see you then. Got to go. We will hurry.'

The doorbell rang on my phone.

Claudia at the door. Oh shit! We are going canoeing this morning. She was supposed to pick up the canoes out of storage, then pick me up.

Diana retreated, another spurt in her mouth before she was clear.

She edged my cock, encouraging the next spurt that shot straight up. The next one half the height, then another moon shot.

Diane directed the rest of the ejaculations to paint her face.

I did my best to suppress the moaning and grunts as she emptied my balls on her pretty face. Some made it into her hair.