It had been a couple weeks since the incident. It still felt like a dream, like it didn't really happen. I couldn't get my head around it; my fiancé had fucked my dad and I had watched. Hell, I had participated. I was the one who dared her to do it and I was there when it happened. She and I had fantasized about a threesome before, but I didn't think it would really happen, especially not with my dad. How would I talk to him? What would happen if my mom found out? It was surreal, I was nervous every time I saw my dad.
To his credit, my dad didn't bring it up at all. Not even any strange looks. I was worried that he'd want a repeat performance. I didn't know if I was ready for one or even if I wanted one.
I hadn't seen Amanda, my fiancé, since that day. Not because of what happened, our schedules were just different, it wasn't uncommon for us to go a few days or even a couple of weeks without getting together. I was working two jobs trying to save for a place of my own while she was working part-time and finishing her degree, final exams were coming up soon.
We had talked about what happened though. On Wednesday night about a week after that fateful day, I was talking to her about getting together on Friday. I was taking the day off and she didn't have any classes.
"What do you have in mind?" she asked me.
"Not sure. I have to go to the mall and get some new headphones; the sound in my left ear keeps going out. Want to come with me? We could grab some lunch and see a movie or something. Then come back here for a bit, hang out, have dinner and stuff." I suggested.
"Ok, sure, but if we're going to the mall to get you headphones I know you'll end up looking at other stuff. So you can't complain if I want to stop in any of my stores."
I had to laugh, she knows me so well. I said a mouse but I know I'd end up looking at video cards, other upgrades and checking out games too.
She continued, "And I bet I know what you mean by 'and stuff' when we go to your place."
"Whatever do you mean?" I asked feigning innocence.
"You're a horny bastard, that's what I mean." She hesitated. "Is your dad going to be home this weekend?"
Wow, I wasn't going to bring it up but I guess she wasn't going to be going along with my plan of avoiding the issue.
"I guess so. They (meaning my parents) were talking about going to their friend's cottage, but I'm not sure if that's happening. Is it ok if he's here?"
"I guess. It's not like anything would happen with your mom home right? We can't avoid him forever. I don't really want to talk about what happened."
"Are you ok? Do you regret it?"
"No, it was fun, really fun. But I feel weird about it. It was your dad. I can't believe I was so stupid and didn't make him wear a condom. I was scared until I got my period the other day."
My stomach dropped. It was all fun and games while the threesome was happening, but after the fact, when reality set in, I was scared shitless of the consequences.
"Has he said anything to you?" she asked.
"Nope. We're acting like nothing happened. I guess he thinks it was a one time thing. I know I feel like it wasn't real, maybe that's how he feels too." I replied.
"Yeah. Did you like it though? I mean after it's all over, you're ok right?"
"Oh yeah, I'm fine I think. Like I said it still feels like a fantasy, but I can picture it even better than I could before."
"Ok. Well I've got to go study. I'll meet you early Friday afternoon; tomorrow's going to be crazy I've got class then work." She said.
We made arrangements on where and when to meet and said our goodbyes.
I slept in a bit on Friday and headed to the gym. Time flew by and once I got home I realized I was going to be late. I tried calling Amanda, but her phone went straight to voicemail. She was probably already on the subway heading to meet me. I guess I didn't have time for a shower; one surefire way to ruin the day was to make Amanda wait. I don't notice her new haircut? No big deal. I forget to buy a card for her mom's birthday? No problem, she calls me a typical guy and puts my name on the card she bought. Make her wait? I better have a damn good reason, way better than I slept in or I took to long at the gym. I just threw on some clothes and ran out the door.
I got there just in time. We did some shopping; I got some new headphones and picked up a new game for my xbox360. Amanda dragged me to half a dozen stores that all seemed the same to me. She tried on what seemed like hundreds of things before deciding that she didn't like anything any of the stores had to offer. How do women do that? If I try on a pair of jeans that don't fit well I feel guilty about not buying anything. How she can walk into a store, pull dozens of things off the rack, ask for different sizes, leave it all on a pile for staff to resort and then walk out without anything, amazes me. I end up grinning sheepishly at the sales people as she drags me from the store.
After stopping for a late lunch/early dinner we went for a walk through the city on our way to the movie theatre, arguing good naturedly about what to see, we found ourselves outside an adult shop.
"Want to check it out?" I asked her.
"I've never been in one." She looked around the street. "What if someone we know sees us?"
"So what? Are you chicken? Is little Amanda scared to go into a porn store?"
"Shut up." She said and punched me in the shoulder.
"Come on, I dare you to go in. I'll buy you something if you want." I kidded her.
"Oh you dare me? Fine."
She walked in like a woman on a mission. I quickly followed her inside. It wasn't a shady store like the ones I had been in before, it was well lit and had row upon row of DVDS, outfits, condoms and lubricants. Not to mention the sex toys. I didn't know vibrators and dildos came in so many colors and shapes. We browsed the DVDs together, trying to decide if we wanted any of them.
We found ourselves in front of the vibrators and Amanda took a display one from the shelf. Amanda didn't have a vibrator; she said she had never seen one up close. A young woman in a low cut shirt came over to us. I noticed she had a name tag, Tatiana. I wondered if it was her real name. I got an elbow in the ribs from Amanda.
"I was looking at her nametag." I said in defense as I rubbed my side.
"Sure you were, ass." she chuckled.
"Can I help you guys with anything?" asked Tatiana, ignoring our banter and my staring. I guess she was use to it.
"Sorry about my idiot fiancé." said Amanda.
Tatiana laughed. "It's ok, at least he was kind of subtle, most guys don't even make eye contact in here."
I made sure to look our new friend in the eye and smiled a big dopey grin.
"I've never used one of these. Are they safe?" asked my fiancé. Sometimes she was such a prissy stick in the mud I thought, as I rolled my eyes.
"Oh yeah. Totally. Here, if you're only planning on having one I recommend something like this." said Tatiana as she pulled a pink rubber looking one from the shelf. It was pretty solid, but had a rubber like coating that made it feel more realistic. It was a dull pink color, and when she turned the knob at the base the whole thing vibrated. She touched it to Amanda's nose.
"Wow." my fiancé said. "Should we get it?" she asked as she turned towards me. The image of Tatiana demonstrating the vibrator by sliding the pink phallus into Amanda's shaved pussy gave me an instant hard-on.
"I dare you." I replied with a grin. We paid for our purchase and decided to skip the movie; we were both in the mood to play, although I didn't think we'd get to use our new toy that night. It was fairly loud and my parents were going to be home.
We arrived at my house just in time to catch my dad on his way out. He explained he was going to meet a buddy to have a few beers and watch the ball game. I knew from experience that meant a lot of beers, a ball game followed by more beers and possible bar hoping.
"Where's mom?" I asked him as we passed him in the hall.
"Uncle Phil had to go away on business this weekend, so she drove out to see Julie straight from work (Julie was my mom's sister). She's going to stay there tonight and the two of them are going to visit your grandmother tomorrow morning for brunch. She should be home sometime tomorrow afternoon so she can relax for the rest of the weekend. Why? What's up?"
"Just wondering. See ya." I said. With my mom gone for the night, dad had a free pass to stay out late without any nagging that night and a chance to sleep off his hangover the next day. He wouldn't be home for awhile; maybe we'd get to use the toy after all.
He was a little jittery as he passed by Amanda and couldn't look her in the eye. Unfortunately, that just made things worse since he ended up looking lower and I could tell he saw right down her shirt. Amanda didn't seem phased at all; in fact she seemed to enjoy making him suffer.
