American Dream: Part 7 (Patreon)

Sarah: Thursday, 12:55 pm

Driving to pick up Faith I find myself thinking about what Crystal said as well as that search I’d made after she left.  I had received quite an education in just the past hour or two.  I had read about a plethora of polyamorous relationships.  Swinging, hotwifing, open relationships, cuckolding, threesomes, menage-a-trois, cuckqueening, and goodness knows what else was being practiced by couples all around the country.  It wasn’t just a young person thing either.  I read accounts of happy couples from teenagers right up to septuagenarians involved in these lifestyles.  Reading about it both opened my eyes and blew my mind.  What I’d been brought up to see as infidelity and betrayal was casually being practiced all over the place.  The fact that our very own backyard neighbors were involved in such a relationship showed me how common it actually was.  What a wild world we lived in!

Imagining my King with another woman filled my gut with a gross and sour feeling.  I didn’t know if I could handle seeing, or even hearing about, my man in the arms of another.  I assumed that he felt the same about me.  And yet I knew that there would be no need for his jealousy.  There was nothing that any other man could ever do to me that would shake my love and commitment to Alfred.  He was a part of me every bit as much as my beating heart.  Just as I was a part of him.  Why should either of us be jealous?  Why shouldn’t we celebrate our partner finding pleasure in new ways?  This stuff had me questioning everything.

The one thing I kept coming back to again and again and again was how Crystal described Cody after she’d been with another man.  Like an animal.  A beast.  How he looked at her with the intense desperation of an addict needing his fix.  The mere thought of being looked at that way sent tingles through my body.  I loved my Alfred with my whole heart and soul.  And I loved him so dearly BECAUSE he was such a gentle and kind man.  And yet…how I yearned for him to look at me like Cody looked at Crystal.  Like some…some…harlot that he would ravish purely to satisfy his own lust.  How I yearned to be looked at by him with such unrestrained passion.  How I yearned to see my King unchained and savage as he moved to reclaim my tainted body for his own.  The thought of my man staking his claim on my body, my pussy, as if it were something that he personally owned touched some deeply primitive instinct inside of me.

As my sex throbs with desire I press my thighs together and whisper.  “Easy girl.  My goodness, what has gotten into you lately?”  As I pull into the guest parking area I text my daughter again and again get no reply.  “I hope she’s not already left.”

I get out of the car and start toward the old dormitory where Faith was staying.  Right away I feel my mood lift as I am surrounded by the lush greenery, the classic stone architecture, and the buzzing energy of young people.  The university always brought back such warming memories for me.  I remember so well coming here to visit with Alfred between his classes with little Faith in her sling carrier and later her stroller.  That pure smile that would brighten his face when he saw us approach made me fall in love with him all over again every single time.  They might have been lean times but by God they were happy times.

I text again to the same result.  Faith ought to be up and on the move as she had a train to catch so it was strange that she wasn’t replying.  Naturally my maternal worry kicks in though I am more concerned that she had simply overslept.  There was a good chance I was going to miss her altogether as I hadn’t told her that I’d be giving her a ride beforehand but I figured the worst case scenario was that she’d already left and I’d just spend the afternoon window shopping in the city.  I consider calling her one more time but I was here now, I might as well just go see if she’s in.

Walking through the creaky double doors of the late nineteenth century building I am greeted by that one of kind smell that you only get with really old structures.  I think about the generations of bright young minds who had passed through this grand entryway, my daughter now among that cohort.  It might have been hot in the summer and cold in the winter but this place just oozed with character.

I breeze through the common room, my age and traditional fashion sense turning a few heads of the girls that were there, and climb the stairs to the top floor.  Down the narrow hallway I go, weaving past a couple of the other inhabitants, until I reach the last door.  I give knock and wait.  Nothing.  I knock again a bit more loudly.  Still nothing.  She must be gone.  Just before turning away I give the brass knob a try and discover it unlocked.  I give it a slow turn and crack the door open.

“Faith?  Faith sweetie?  You here?”

Poking my head in I see the room empty though there was a packed suitcase and satchel sitting in the center of the floor.  The door to the washroom was closed and I hear the hiss of a running shower.  I slip into the room and close the door behind me.  Seeing the state the messy, musty room was in I go into Mom mode and begin to tidy things up while I wait.  The second item I pick up from the floor…is a pair of men’s briefs.  Looking back down I also see a tie, a white collared business shirt, a pair of trousers, and a pair of black socks.  Panning slowly up to her bed I then see the damp circle on the sheets.  I had barely put two and two together when out of the washroom strolls…Cody!?  A very naked Cody!

“Oh!”  I gasp and drop the underwear.

“Sarah?”

For a moment all goes still as we each are equally surprised by the appearance of the other.  And in that moment, through no willful intention of my own, my eyes wander.  At right around six foot he was the same height as Alfred but that is where the similarities ended.  Alfred’s body was pale and doughy, Cody’s tanned and firm.  Where Alfred’s physique was more like smooth hand molded clay Cody’s was chiseled from marble, the curve and contour of every lean muscle on impressive display.  On Alfred there were little patches of hair here and there, in his pits, the tuft in the center of his chest, and of course his thick pubes, but with Cody there was nothing but smooth flawless flesh.  He even shaved down below!  And speaking of down below…oh my God!  Hanging between his sinewy thighs was a veiny penis that was as long as my husband’s erection but far, FAR thicker.  What knocked me for loop however was the fact that it was clearly flaccid.  Cody was bigger soft than Alfred was hard!  I tear my eyes away to look back up into his face.

“Ah…oh…um…gosh!”  I stammer as a hot blush rushes to my cheeks.

Cody breaks into a smile.  “Sarah.  What a surprise.”  He spoke as happily and as casually as we had in the yard just the day before.  Without a hint of embarrassment or modesty he continues to talk, in no hurry to cover up.  “You must be here to give Faith a ride too?”

“Uh…yeah…oh golly.”  I tear my eyes away from the handsome boy and focus on the only exit.  “I-I-I should…go.”

“Mom?”  Faith peeks out from her washroom.  She was as naked as he was.  It was only then I catch the telltale whiff of sex on the air.  “Oh my God!  MOM!  What are you doing in my room!?”

“What is HE doing in your room!?”

“None of your business!”

“She had the same idea your Dad did.”  Laughs Cody as he just stands there…swinging in the breeze.  “You’ve got such great parents.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”  I ask, trying my darnedest not to sneak another peek and failing.  SO BIG!

“No worries my Queen.  The King sent me on a quest to take his princess to the station.  As his knight I felt honor bound to…”

“Oh my God.  Shut up dummy.”  Faith smacks his bare back.  “Mom! Get outta here!”

“Does Crystal know about…THIS?”

“Yes!  Now get!”

“Is she upset?”  Cody asks, his face falling.  “You are upset Sarah.  I…I didn’t know…”  He turns to look at Faith with big lost puppy dog eyes.  “Your Mom’s angry at me.”

“Who cares?  It’s none of her business!”

“But…you gotta respect your Mom.”

“The hell I do.”  Furious, Faith points toward the door and stamps her foot.  “OUT!”

Flustered like I’d never been I sputter something nonsensical and make a hasty retreat.

“God!  Meddling parents!  They’re the worst!”  Faith exclaims.  “Don’t you dare tell Dad about this.”

Cody calls after me too.  “Sarah…I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean…I didn’t think…  I’m sorry!  It won’t happen again.”

The last thing I hear is my daughter.  “Wait.  What do you mean it won’t…?”

I close the door behind me.  Head down, eyes focused on the floor about ten feet in front of me, I march my way straight back to the car.  I felt both humiliated and indignant at my daughter speaking to me like that.  I’d only shown up to do the kid a favor.  It’s not like I purposely walked in on…whatever that was.  Given the surprise circumstance though I could understand why Faith was so upset.  We’d hash it all out later.

Despite the disrespect and the drama with Faith the only thing I could really think about…was that penis!  I had not been prepared for that.  My goodness that young man was endowed.  You never would have known it by his sweet demeanor and innocent charm.  The rest of his firm, fit body was any woman’s private fantasy but that massive manhood put him into a league of his own.  I was struck at how…good it looked on him.  There was something so powerful and humbling about seeing a big one in the flesh like that.  A sort of raw masculine sexuality that dominated the room with its mere presence as it just hung there.  And that was him soft!  I knew well what Alfred’s looked like stepping out of a hot shower.  And if Cody’s grew in the same way as his did…GOLLY!

Big Dick Cody indeed!

***

Alfred, 5:47 pm

“I’m home.”  I call as I slip out of my shoes and loosen my tie.

Sarah hurries from the kitchen and greets me with a kiss and hug, as she always did.  “Welcome home my love.”

My hands around her hips I stare down at my angel.  “And how was your day today?”

“Um…good.”  She says.  “And yours?”

“Weird.”  I laugh.  “My brain was all over the place this morning.  Settled in this afternoon thankfully.”

“That’s good.”  She slides her hands up over my chest, her fingers playing across them.  “Did you…want me to help you again?”

My eyebrows raise.  “I just got home!  Eager, aren’t we?”

She smiles.  “I’ve been thinking about you a lot today.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”  I kiss her.  “I was thinking about you too.  In fact…I was thinking about you so much that I kinda…took care of business at work.”

“Pffft!  What?”

“It’s true.”  I laugh.  “I whipped it out on my lunch break and did it right there in my office.”

She buries her face in my chest and giggles.  “You bad man!”

“Hey, it wasn’t on company time.”  I quip.

“And here I waited for you.”

“Waited?”

“Mmm hmm.”  She nods, a funny little glimmer in her eyes.  “I, um, I’ve decided that I’m going to start masturbating too.”

“Oh?”

“I read it can help women too.”  She blushes, adorably.  “I thought we could do it together.”

I laugh at the thought of us in the same room pleasuring ourselves when we had a willing partner right there.  “Kinky.”

“It is, isn’t it.”  She titters.  “Since you’ve already gone…”

“I could go again.”  I say.  “Perhaps it might turn into something…more?”

“We could but…”

“But?”

“But…since you’ve done it already what if you just…watched?”

“Watched?”

“Watched me.”

“I could help.  Like you did.”

“Mmm mmm.” She shakes her head.  “Not this time.”

I look at he curiously.  “And what am I supposed to do?”

“Just watch.”  She says again, clearly embarrassed by her request but bravely putting it out there anyway.  “I want to see you watching me.”  Her voice small and sheepish she peeps.  “I could be your drug.”

“Drug?”  I chuckle.  “What?”

“Maybe…you…could…um…reclaim…um…”  With each word her voice got quieter and quieter and her face got pinker and pinker.  “Golly.”

“What are you talking about?”

She flinches and shakes her head.  “Nothing.  Just a silly thought.  I’m sorry.”

“Hold on now.”  I hug her close.  “You’ve got my attention.  I love the idea.”

“You do?  Really?”

“Yeah I do.  Watching my own private dream girl?  SO HOT!”

She giggles, her fingers lightly clutching at my pecs.  “For your eyes only.”

“My own little porno.”

“Ewww!”  She laughs and pinches my belly.  “Don’t say it like that.  Sounds so nasty.”

I smile, genuinely excited by yet another new twist to our sex life.  “I can’t wait!”

With a bashful but beaming smile she snuggles into me.  “It’ll be bad.  I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out like I did.”  I say.  “And there is no way it’s going to be bad!”  I’m about to say more but just then a knock comes to the door behind me.  “Hold that thought.”  Slipping from her arms I answer the door.  There stands my secretary still in his work clothes.  “Cody my lad.  What’s up?”

“My lad?”  He guffaws.  “I like that!”

I laugh and shake my head.  “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to tell Sarah that I’m sorry about what happened today.”

I look back to my wife then back to him.  “What happened?”

“We bumped into each other at Faith’s.”  Sarah says as she slides up beside me, her arm around my waist.  “Faith was rather rude to me.”  She looks to our neighbor.  “It wasn’t your fault Cody.”

“I think it was, a little.”  He says with a guilty look.

“Ha!  We both had the same idea.”  I say.  “Should have coordinated.”

“Yeah.”  Sarah says.  “Don’t give it another thought Cody.  I shouldn't have walked in unannounced.  It would have saved a lot of drama.  Faith has always been…”

“…high-spirited.”  I complete her sentence.

“Exactly.”

“She is certainly that.”  Cody says.  "So...we're cool?"

“Totally cool.”  Sarah giggles.

“I’d still like to make it up to you.”  He says.  “And repay you for that awesome lunch.”

“You really don’t have to.”

“I want to!”  He says.  “What about a barbecue?  This Saturday.  My treat.  You’ll be the guests of honor.  I’ll take care of everything as long as you don’t mind me using your grill, King.”

“I’ve told you before you’re free to use it.”  I say.  “Just clean it afterward.”

“So it’s a date?”  He says, his blue eyes sparkling.

“You are such a sweet boy.”  Sarah smiles.  “What do you think darling?”

I shrug.  “Sounds fun.  Sarah and I hit the hay pretty early but as long as you all keep things from getting too noisy it’s all good.”

“Oh, there won’t be any others.”  He claps his hands and gives us a double finger guns.  “Just a little kingdom get together.”

“Kingdom?”

“Awesome!  I’ll take care of everything.  Don’t you worry about a thing.”  He spins and leaps from the front stairs and starts off around the house.  “See ya tomorrow boss man.  Catch ya later Sarah.”

“Bye.”  We say together.  After a moment to catch up to what just happened I swing the door closed.  “I guess it’ll just be the four of us then?”

“I guess so.”

“Huh.  Anyway.”  I turn and pulls her close.  “Now.  Where were we?”

Sarah gazes up at me, a burning hunger in her eyes.  “Supper time.  Then maybe a nice walk?”

“Nice walk!?”  I tickle her ribs and chase her as she flees to the kitchen.  “You tease!”

“EEEEE!”

Part 8