(Part 3 of 3)
I stood at the top of the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. My husband waited for me downstairs, having come home unexpectedly and catching me and our son in flagrante delicto. Behind the door to my left I could hear Donnie moving about his room. A drawer opened and banged shut. Was he packing to leave? Don't do anything drastic. Let me talk to him.
William sat at the kitchen table with his hands wrapped around a coffee mug. He looked even greyer than his sixty-eight years. I quietly sat next to him. Should I put my arm around him? Take his hand? I did neither, just folded my hands and waited for him to say something. When he didn't speak I began with a heartfelt apology. I really did feel bad, and not just because I got caught. Or at least that's what I told myself. I certainly felt worse now than when I was doing it.
I swore to him that this was the first time it happened. That much was indisputable, provided you include the incident that started this whole affair, earlier that day in the changing room at Conroys. I told him how I had been feeling lonely and unloved. Without going into detail, I told him how I must have misinterpreted the attention Donnie was paying me and, in a moment of poor judgment, I initiated intimacy with him. This was a lie, but the most important thing in my mind was to salvage Donnie's relationship with his father. Perhaps, I theorized to William, the boy was afraid to refuse me. I swore to him that my intention was to simply satisfy my curiosity and never to do it again. I really did believe that.
My husband just sat there, looking at me with a blank, unhappy expression on his face. I professed my love for him despite my betrayal. That was undeniably true though you may not believe it. It is possible to love someone and still treat them badly. I truly love him. I desperately hoped he believed that. I was dying for him to say something, anything, when Donnie came in and marched up to the table. He was fully dressed and I noticed he was wearing one of the pairs of pants I got him at Conroys. He looked very handsome. Not the right time to observe that, I know.
"Father," Donnie began, "I am the guilty one here. Mother is blameless. If you must punish someone I deserve whatever you see fit for me."
"Really?" William finally found his voice. "Your mother is telling me just the opposite."
"She's trying to protect me. You know she would do anything for her children. I took advantage of that and manipulated her into bed. For that I apologize to you and to you, mother. I am terribly sorry."
I was taken aback and could think of nothing to say. I was so proud of my young man, of his courage and his consideration to come to my defense. But I was irritated that he was undoing my narrative.
William saw through him, however. "If that was true, Donald. If... that was true, then you will have done your mother a grave disservice. But I don't think your version is true, nor yours, Millicent."
He took a sip from his mug. I could smell that it wasn't coffee he was drinking. "The truth is that neither of you is the one to blame. That, I realize now, would be me."
Both Donnie and I protested at this statement but he hushed us. "No, my first mistake was to marry a woman so much younger than me. That is one mistake I won't take back though. I loved you the moment we met and I love you now, more than ever.
"My second mistake was to leave you alone so often. I intended to move on from the foreign service and find something to do here at home. But it felt like the world was sliding into ruin and I was the only one who could save it. Even if that were true, what good does it to save the world if I lose what is most important to me?
"My third mistake was to keep you isolated from society. If I wasn't so jealous, if I let you have a normal life, maybe you wouldn't be so lonely. By keeping you away from all men I forced you into company with the one man I didn't expect to seduce you.
"Now that I've had time to think, this is not the worst possible outcome. It hurts, betrayed by my wife and son both. But of all the men to cuckold me, why not my own son, who I love and trust? You care for your mother, that is clear. I admire the way you defended her. It shows character. As perverted as it is, better you sleep with her than some outsider."
That was my thought exactly, though I kept the thought to myself. Beyond all hope it looked like we were getting through this in one piece. I did not want to say anything to spoil it.
"I will retire. No more excuses. My only job in the future will be to repair the years of neglect I've inflicted on my marriage. There are a few missions I need to complete before I can do that. I suppose that while I'm attending to those things... I guess it would be all right for my son to stand in for me as the man of the house. If it's OK with you, Millicent, and you, Donald, that would include taking care of the lady of the house."
I didn't say anything but I looked sheepishly at Donnie. He looked as awkward as I felt. Was he hiding his excitement at his father's plan like I was?
William continued. "I interrupted some time you were spending together. Your first time together, if your mother can be believed. I'm inclined to let you finish. I'll go to the guest room and we can pretend I just came home in the morning."
"No, husband," I protested. "You are first in my love and in my bed. You'll sleep with me tonight. But maybe, just tonight, just this once, the three of us can share a bed?"
*****
I was taking a chance with this suggestion. If William reacted negatively I supposed I could clarify it would be just to sleep. But of course that's not what I meant. Despite all, I was still horny and horny for something different. Fortunately, both of them were in favor and in a few minutes I was sitting naked on the side of the bed, two handsome men standing before me.
I started with my husband. I unfastened his pants and freed his penis from his briefs, engulfing its length with my mouth. He hardened between my lips and I pushed myself down on his cock until the tip pressed against my glottis. William stroked my hair with his hand and withdrew from my mouth. He stepped out of his pants and walked around to his side of the bed, removing his shirt on the way.
I motioned for Donnie to lie down on my side of the bed. I helped him remove his shirt and pants and his young cock strained the shiny, stretchy fabric of his athletic trunks. As I pulled off his underwear his erection slapped against his lower stomach, it was so stiff. On all fours I posed between his legs, my mouth inches away from his young manhood.
"Will this make you mad?" I asked my husband.
"It might. But do it anyway," he replied.
I gave Donnie a long lick starting at his scrotum and ending at the tip of his dick. My son shuddered and moaned. I was so nervous and so horny.
"Why don't you give him one of your long, slow blowjobs, honey?" William suggested. "You know, like the ones you give me on mornings before I go out of town."
It seemed like a weird request for him to make. But to be honest, I had been planning to do just that before we were interrupted. So whatever was going through William's mind it seemed like the best course of action was to do as he asked. I got to work, licking and sucking my son's hard cock for the second time.
"Don't rush, son," William told Donnie. "Your mother gives the most excellent head. You might never get a blowjob this good in your life. I want you to appreciate it."
Again, weird. But it spurred me to put forth my best effort. Now that I didn't have to worry about being caught by fellow shoppers I was free to slurp and slobber and suck. I bobbed on his dick several times and then plunged downward, allowing his cock head to enter my throat. He gasped in surprise as my nose poked into his pubes. For a few magical seconds I turned my head to the left and right, feeling his head move in my throat. Then I slowly withdrew, my lips clinging to his shaft as I kept sucking lightly on it.
"Don't forget to lick his nuts," William reminded me. "And rub your boobs on his dick, too."
Now, my husband doesn't usually talk to me this way and I was starting to get uneasy. Still, no harm from doing as he said, especially since I planned to do it anyway. While I did that, William moved around behind me. Oh boy, I was about to get my first double penetration! My pussy was still sore from the beating it had gotten the night before. But my husband's cock, not quite as big as our son's and not quite as hard, felt fantastic as he slid easily into me. And as for his technique, he was Donnie's superior by a wide margin. The man knew my body better than I knew myself. Before long I was getting fucked by the master, while I showed Donnie how a cock ought to be sucked.
"Now that's a well-fucked pussy. Good job, son." I could not believe how he was talking about me, to our son! "And I see her bunghole is still intact, so thanks for that."
"Yeah," Donnie replied, "she told me that was an exit, not an entrance."
My ears burned at this but I didn't stop swallowing my son's sword and my husband continued to screw me sweetly in the pussy. His hands, though, spread my butt cheeks wide, much wider than they would usually go. And I felt his thumbs stroking the soft wrinkled flesh around my anus, just as his son had played with me last night. I had the feeling that one of my long-standing barriers was on the verge of coming down.
"She always told me the same thing. But I have an idea she might make an exception for her old man tonight. What do you say about that, Millie?"
I responded by reaching behind me and bringing my middle finger to the center of my anus. If this is what it took to get back in my husband's good graces, so be it. I pressed against the sphincter, trying to penetrate myself, but it was too dry. William pressed his thumbs right by the entrance and pulled me apart. I found this particularly humiliating and my anus clenched shut to resist the intrusion. He persisted, though, and managed to open a gap for the tip of my finger to get through. I wiggled my fingertip awkwardly in my butthole for his benefit. It felt strange, but good.
"I think that's a 'yes', Donnie. Why don't you give your mother's throat a rest and come around to this end?"
