Chapter 6

About a week before Jim climbed into bed with Brenda, when she had too much to drink at Trish and Gary’s house, Jim called Darrell at his office to chat about how they would set up that scenario. “Bellbrook, Wiggins, and Watley,” the receptionist said.

“May I be connected to Darrell Howells?”

“He is in a meeting. Can I take a message?”

“Please have him call Jim Correy at 949-555-2211.”

About forty-five minutes later, Jim’s phone rang, “Jim here.”

“I’m sorry I took so long getting back to you, Jim; this is Darrell.”

“I was expecting your call. I just wanted to get back to you to let you know what I have done to get the ball rolling with getting into bed with Brenda.”

“I’m sorry I seem a little dumb-struck, Jim, but I wasn’t expecting a call like this at my office ... and so soon.”

I understand, Darrell. But Trish and I were surprised at how quickly Brenda warmed up to the idea of the two of you coming over for dinner at Trish and Gary’s. I didn’t want to lose enthusiasm about my intentions toward Brenda. And since Trish knows what I have in mind with your wife, I don’t want her to get cold feet about inviting the two of you. So far, the plan is pretty simple: Trish will call Bren and ask the two of you to come to dinner next Friday—I’ll also be spending the weekend with them. At the last minute, you will call Brenda from work and tell her that your boss needs you to work on an emergency project that will take you into the wee hours, so you won’t be able to make dinner. Once we get Bren over to Trish and Gary’s house, we will get her tipsy and won’t let her drive home, making it necessary for her to spend the night. When she goes to bed, I’ll slip into her naked and give her the treat of being made love to by a sophisticated, wise old man, heh heh. What do you think?”

After a brief pause, Darrell said, “I want you to do it, Jim, but I’m curious about something and would like an explanation from you.”

“Shoot.”

“How is it that Trish and Gary are in on this? It seems strange that our friends can involve themselves in this scheme.”

“First, let me say this, Darell,” Jim replied, “Trish knows something is lacking in your relationship with Brenda. She discussed this with Gary, a good enough friend of yours, and Bren’s willing to do something to help the two of you fill the void. Remember me telling you about mine and Martha’s alternate sex life?”

“The swinging you mean?”

“Yes, Darrell. Both Trish and Gary are swingers as well.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, in fact, Martha and I have had mutual sex with them many times.”

“Your DAUGHTER, Jim? You’ve had sex with your DAUGHTER?”

“Right,” Jim said as if it were a common subject, “and you have to admit, Darrell, Trish is quite a stunning woman, wouldn’t you agree?”

“But she is your DAUGHTER, Jim. That is INCEST.”

“No shit, Darrel,” Jim said, “Is that what they call it?”

“I am SERIOUS, Jim. It’s INCEST, which is not only illegal but also IMMORAL.

“Ah yes, the Morality Police, heh, heh, heh, and who will tell them?”

“I don’t know, Jim, it just seems ... um ... WRONG to me.”

“And what do you call wanting me to fuck your wife, Darrell, while you are watching me do it? Is that immoral or illegal? Get off your high horse, pal. Maybe we should take a break, and you should consider whether you want to go through with this. Call me back.” Jim hung up the phone. He was not surprised when the phone rang in less than fifteen minutes. “Hello, Darrell.”

“How did you know it was ME?”

“Let’s say that I know you pretty well, Darrell. So, what is your answer?”

“I am sorry if I pissed you off, Jim.”

“I wasn’t pissed, Darrell. I knew you needed to get your mind around the subject, which I figured you’d do pretty quickly.”

“I thought you were pissed and just wanted to apologize, Jim.”

“Does that mean that you are through being judgmental?

“I just wasn’t prepared for what you told me. I want to go through with it, though.”

“So, what made you take a broader view of a situation that you seemed to think was so distasteful?’

“Um ... um...”

With a friendly chuckle, Jim said, “Get over it, Darrell. We’re all adults. And we are good enough friends to lay it on the line.”

“I’m sorry, Jim, but the image of you and Trish naked in bed together distracted me.”

“Yep, we do get naked when we are in bed ... or sometimes in the kitchen.”

“The KITCHEN? Geez. Anyway ... when I thought about you having sex with Trish, I got a raging hard-on and jerked off ... right at my desk.”

“Did you cum on the floor?”

“In a foam coffee cup,” Darrell answered in an embarrassed voice.

“Just shows you how useful empty coffee cups can be, huh?”

“It still had a little coffee in it.”

“Jesus, Darrell, TMI, enough DETAILS. Is there anything in your life that you are not anal about? So, should I advise Trish to proceed?”

“Yes ... yes. I can’t believe I am saying this, Jim, and I still can’t get Trish out of my mind. And...”

“So, am I to understand that you would like to get it on with my daughter, Darrell?”

“I mean, I’m getting hard again.”

“So, I’ll call Trish and get the ball rolling.”

“With Bren, you mean?”

“Of course, with Bren. What about you getting it on with Trish?”

“Um ... um,” Darrell stammered.

“Don’t worry about it. You might be surprised at how well those things care for themselves.”

“I mean ... like I’m not...”

“Yes, you are, Darrell. Welcome to the human race.”

“So, how will we work it out, Jim?”

“Once I get into Brenda’s bed at Trish and Gary’s, I’m positive that I will be able to spend a couple of times with her either at my house or a motel between your place and mine, which will make Brenda more comfortable with the scenario I would like to create ... Both Trish and I have talked with Bren,” Jim answered. “You and she will come to my house in San Clemente for dinner on Saturday.”

Brenda had been up for two hours before Darrell came into the kitchen. “I guess you didn’t get any more sleep than I did, Darrell.”

“I seemed to be waking up every hour on the hour,” Darrell replied.

Both were quiet and contemplative until Brenda said, “Are we doing the right thing, Darrell?”

“The right thing?” Was it the right thing when you had sex with Jim at Gary and Trish’s?”

“They set me up, Darrell; I think they had been planning it for a long time,” and thank God they did. “Are you having second thoughts about tonight, honey?”

Unbeknownst to Brenda, Darrel had been involved in the original planning for that night, of which Brenda was still ignorant. I don’t have second thoughts about it, Bren,” Darrell said, “I’m nervous as hell though. I am looking forward to it like a kid at Christmas. And since you came home after being with Jim that night, the last four weeks have turned our sex life into an adventure.”

“I have not quite figured the whole thing out, sweetie,” Brenda said. “But t I am not only enjoying sex with you more, but I’m also enjoying Jim as well.” She had been meeting Jim at the Ayres Hotel each Wednesday afternoon as well as having orgasm-filled sex with Darrell a couple of nights a week, even when he had awakened her after midnight when he came home late from the office. “I was blown away when Jim told me he and Martha were swingers. And when I learned that Trish and Gary were swinging WITH them, I could NOT believe it. It is INCEST, you know? When Trish told me about the explanation though, it made clear some of the unusual behavior and comments between her and Gary that I had thought a little strange. And as far as the incest, if Jim were MY father, I would have LOVED for him to fuck me.”

“That is a little blatant, don’t you think, Bren? You never talked like that until you started dabbling with Jim.”

“It’s been more than dabbling, Darrell. Does it bother you THAT much?”

“It should, but not much. I never used the word myself much but since Jim ... um... ‘ fucked’ you and I use it all the time when we fuck, heh, heh, heh.”

“And when I suck your cock?”

“And when I eat your cunt.”

“DARREL!” You’re not supposed to use THAT word. I prefer pussy.” She thought for a second. “But maybe I’ll get used to the word “cunt. Whatever, Jim has certainly lit a fire in our lives, hasn’t he, Darrell?”

“He has. And, speaking of fire, how do you feel about me fucking Trish?”

“Jealous, babe. It is strange; it’s such a new departure for me. I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but she IS encroaching on MY territory.”

“And Jim fucking you isn’t encroaching on MINE?”

“I know, Darrel, and I’m anxious about making love with Jim in the same room as you and Trish. Isn’t THAT crazy?” With a wry laugh, she went on. “Jim’s bed is super king-sized so there is plenty of room. As I have told you, Trish and I have been naked together at her house a couple of times since we agreed upon this. But still, I don’t know how I will feel seeing you and her having sex, much less right next to me in the SAME BED.”

“I can’t wait to see you and Jim doing it, Hun. I’m nervous as hell about it, too, but I’m looking forward to you and Trish both naked together ... she has a body that I have been fantasizing about since we first met.”

“You never said anything about THAT before, Darrell.”

“I know, Bren, you know I have always been shy about that kind of thing. But I feel different since you first told me about you and Jim. Maybe you haven’t noticed.”