Vince went to bed last night really confused. He'd spoken with his father, laying in bed as he discussed the... proposition. He didn't ask for a response and Vince didn't offer one... not yet. That would come today. Right now, as a matter of fact.
Vince had a restless night of sleep, not quite able to wrap his head around this. And then had a difficult morning of school. Luckily, he had classes all day today, since it was Friday, and didn't arrive back at home again until late afternoon.
His dad was already gone when Vince pulled in the driveway, parked, and then walked into the house. He would normally be home by 5:00pm for dinner, but Vince knew he wasn't coming home tonight. No one was home, as a matter of fact. Vince knew his stepmom was waiting for him at the downtown hotel restaurant, just like his dad said.
He changed into nicer clothes, a button-down, white shirt, navy dress slacks, and a dark blue tie. Vince put on a little cologne and drove downtown, parking in the deck. Then he walked into the restaurant portion of the hotel, just before 6pm, stopping at the hostess desk. A pretty young woman asked for his reservation just before Vince saw his stepmom in a both nearby.
"She's right there," he said, a little nervous and embarrassed. He walked into the restaurant and slid into the booth beside Emmanuelle. She already had a glass of wine in front of her, half empty. She must have gotten home from work a little early. When Vince slid into the booth, she turned and faced him.
"Good evening, baby!" she said cheerfully. She was wearing a beautiful, red dress that made it look like she was going out on a date. It was perfectly shaped to her body, accentuating her full, round, D-cup breasts, and her trim waist. The neckline was low, with several cutouts showing her skin beneath. The hem fell to mid-thigh and below she was wearing black nylons and black, high-heeled pumps. She was so very sexy to look at.
Between Vince and her, there was a nervous excitement in the air as he set his hands on the table in front of him and rubbed them together. He didn't know what else to do with them. He didn't know where to look... and he certainly didn't know what to say to her.
She took another sip of her wine, and then, after setting it on the table, played with the stem with both hands. "Well... this is... awkward, isn't it?" she asked quietly, giggling a little.
"Yeah... did my dad make you do this?", Vince asked. "Was that talk I had with him last night some elaborate setup or something?" There had to be some sensible reason for all this. Vince couldn't believe it otherwise.
"No, honey, it's not a setup," she said. She sat thinking for a moment, the tension building once again. "He and I agreed that he'd talk to you first. Your father told me that he thought that you expressed interest in the proposition," she said. "Is that right?"
"Yeah, I guess," Vince said looking down at his hands. She seemed very aware of what the proposition entailed, but didn't seem the least bit bothered by it. "But, are you cool with it?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, your father cheated on your mother," she said, offering up the same explanation that his dad did. "That's why she left him. And I knew that before we were serious with our relationship. So, yeah, I'm cool with it. I expect it every year, I've just not taken advantage of it until today."
Emmanuelle and Vince's dad had been married for 5 years now, since Vince turned 17. And... this had been going on all that time?
"I guess you think we're both pretty ridiculous doing this," she said, looking down.
"No! No, of course not," Vince said. He wasn't blaming them for their choices. "It's just... different and I was totally caught off-guard. I just want you to know that you don't need to do anything that you don't... you know... you don't wanna do."
"No," she said quickly. "I want to. I chose you," she said, smiling at me as if saying that was the most natural thing in the world. "Your father asked if I knew who I wanted and I... you know... picked you."
"You did?" Vince was dumbfounded. Of all the men in the world that she could choose, she chose him.
"Of course!" she said as if Vince was the obvious choice. He had to admit, he was rather flattered that she chose him. "You're such a handsome young man, you know. And, you know, I always thought we flirted with each other... and your father kind of picked up on it... and it was very bold and everything and we even joked around about us having sex. And the more I thought about it, the more I really wanted to."
"Wow... I just... I just can't help but keep thinking about all the possible repercussions that could happen by me, you know, making love... with my stepmom," he said, trying very hard to keep his voice down. No one in the restaurant needed to hear that.
She giggled. "Oh, we wouldn't be making love, honey... we'd be fucking," she said, smiling and taking another sip of her wine. Her smile was incredible and her attitude so certain. Her comment was so... shocking... in its honesty and crudeness. "And you know, honey, this opportunity only comes once a year... six months opposite of our wedding anniversary. You know, he wouldn't get married to me without that agreement. So..."
"He wouldn't get married without the ability of having a day to cheat on you?" Vince asked.
"Yeah, exactly. Except... we'd be cheating on each other," she said, correcting me.
"So... you guys have agreed to have sex with someone else once a year, every year you're married?" Vince asked, trying to get his mind wrapped around this. He never expected that his parents would willingly cheat on each other, even if it was once a year.
"Mmhmm," she said, nodding slightly.
"And you believe dad is only doing it just the once a year?"
"Yeah! Of course!" She seemed so certain of it.
Vince doubted that. He knew his dad was a horn dog and likely had several women on the side. "How do you feel about him being with another woman?" he asked, still trying to understand the whole proposition.
"Oh, honey, it's absolutely fine as long as there's no romance. You know, no dinner date or anything like that. You know, it's just a physical connection... just sex. That's all."
"That's all?" Vince asked, still having a hard time believing it. A physical connection... fucking... was a hell of a lot to let someone do to your wife. He was letting this hot woman have sex with someone else every single year. "With anyone?"
"Yeah, of course," she said. "Your father is very handsome and is a great lover at his age. Any woman would be lucky to be with him. I certainly am."
"Have you... have you been with another man before?" Vince asked. He wasn't sure if he could even picture her with another guy. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He had a hard enough time picturing her fucking his dad.
"What, since the wedding? No... he's given me the opportunity every year, of course, but I just never took it. Sex is different for a woman. Women like to have a little emotional connection, you know, and... I didn't feel that with anyone. So, no, I haven't really taken the opportunity yet."
"I'm just really surprised about this," Vince said. "You know, you say you're ok with it. I just want to make sure. You're pretty much saying you've allowed my dad to cheat on you once a year since you got married. And, to be honest with you, if I were married to you I wouldn't even look at another girl. And I wouldn't feel comfortable with another guy looking at you. Especially not like... that. I probably wouldn't let you out of the house, as a matter of fact," he laughed. "The fact that you chose me... it's... I dunno... nice."
