Chapter 3

It was dark when I got home. The lights were on in the main house as well as in mine. I guessed that Patrick was once again ensconced in his gaming and streaming and whatever. While If I had to guess, Barb was at my place. So, it was no surprise to walk in and have her call me from the bedroom.

She was lying across my bed, still totally naked, spread eagle and staring at the ceiling. Her skin was glossy, as if she recently showered. I hope she wasn’t wet. Mold is hell to get out of mattresses. She was fanning her crotch and running her fingers through her ample pubic hair.

“Didn’t bother to get dressed at all?” I asked as I walked in. She turned her head and smiled.

“I showered after I woke up,” she claimed. “I ate some of your cum that came out of my ass,” she giggled in a sort of conspiratorial laugh. Then I spent time in the hot tub, letting the jets pound my pussy,” Now I heard the slur. She was drunk. “I also borrowed your aloe, it makes me feel cool.”

So that was the sheen. She rubbed my Aloe Vera Gel over her tits and midsection. That’s fine. Just then my phone rang. It was Rob. “Hey, Buddy!” I answered. What’s up?” I put the phone on speaker and held a finger to silence Barb.

“Hey Dad,” he responded. “Look, we’ve got a major incident down on the four-level,” He let out a deep sigh. “Lots of damage, lots of injuries, and a few...” he trailed off for a moment. Then, “a few Ummm, bodies.” Please tell Barb I probably won’t be home til morning.”

“You got it,” I said, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. “Dad,” came Rob’s voice more solemn this time. “I don’t want this to ruin Saturday, so I’m going to be taking some me time tomorrow,” His voice trailed off for a minute before he came back.

“Ok, look ... There is no roundabout way to ask this,” he sounded a bit stressed. “I’m worried about Barb, could you ... I mean, would you take care of her tonight?” I was almost sure I knew what he was asking, but I let him finish. “By Saturday, there won’t be any more boundaries, so just give her whatever she needs now. Whatever she wants.”

“Do you realize what you’re asking?” I responded. By now Barb was bouncing on the mattress what a look of positive glee on her face. “I mean, she might ask for all the stuff she’s been missing with you,” I heard him sigh into the phone.

“I know Dad.” then reiterated. “Like I said, Saturday the boundaries are gone. Just let them go tonight and we’ll just continue on Saturday,” his voice became a whisper. “I love you, Dad, please take care of the Woman I love,” he stopped and waited. I waved Barb off and put the phone back to my ear.

You got it Buddy,” I said. “Anything she wants,” I heard him perk up as he thanked me and I ended the call with him. “You be safe Rob. Don’t take any chances you don’t have to. I love you son.” And the call dropped.

“He always gets morose when he’s on a scene like that,” Barb offered. “That’s what led to me hooking up with Hina,” then her eyes brightened. “Ooh! Do you want to meet Hina?” Barb jumped up clapping her hands. “She’s just the cutest little Japanese Doll you ever met,” she giggled and grabbed her phone. Barb arranged for Hina to come and spend the night. She seemed concerned that they would be spending the night at my place. But Barb assured her I was okay. Barb told me that Hina preferred American food to her native homeland’s cuisine. So it was Chili Cheeseburgers and Chili Cheese Fries, and four liters of Root Beer. (Yes the really popular Root Beer)

Hina was already there when I got back with the food. She commented on how simple and clean my decor was. I thanked her and complimented her as well. Hina was a tiny Japanese Goth Girl. Her Black hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail. Her bangs hung low to one side over one eye.

She had a diminutive figure, maybe a B-Cup. She wore a black mesh body suit that snapped around her neck and left her arms and shoulders bare. If not for the electrical tape covering her nipples her breasts were bare. She wore a leather skirt around her hips with chain suspenders.

Her leggings were thigh-high and held up by black Velcro garters. Even with her platform Doc Martins, she was still shorter than Barb and myself. One of her arms was tattooed with a colorful dragon. I asked her about it. At first, she got defensive but soon loosened up.

“Didn’t mean any disrespect,” I told her. “It’s just that I’m a fan of Yakuza movies, and I’ve seen that pattern before,” She looked at me skeptically, but then I swung open my video cabinet to expose DVDs of all of Kitano Takeshi’s and Akira Kurosawa’s movies.

Immediately her eyes found a single film and she pointed and walked over to the cabinet and called out “Ooh! Hana-bi!” in a reverent whisper.

“Indeed,” I said. “Takeshi’s blend of violence and serenity is amazing, and Nishi’s struggle with his Wife’s illness and the consequences of quitting his job touched a special place in my heart.”

Hina looked at me with questioning eyes. She was sizing me up, trying to decide if I did this just to impress her or what. That was when Barb spoke up.

“He’d lost his wife as well,” Barb told Hina. “She was way too young to have gone,” I was gritting my teeth right then, but Hina walked up to me and threw her arms around me. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Papa.”

I put an arm around her shoulder and hugged her. “Thank you, Hina, I appreciate the sentiment,” We sat and ate after that and I got to know Hina. She was not a shy and reserved Japanese girl. She was more like the Delinquent, or Yanki girls I saw in the movies. That suited me fine.

Afterward, I grabbed a six-pack and headed out back. “Hot Tub, anyone?” I called and Barb was the first out the door. Hina said she would sit out because she didn’t bring a swimsuit. I told her it was ok because I didn’t allow clothing in the tub.

She immediately narrowed her eyes at me and hissed, “Sukebe, Hentai!” which Barb yelled back meant lecher and pervert in Japanese. But I already knew that and asked if the Japanese wore any clothes in the hot springs or public baths. She surrendered and stripped down.

Incidentally, her tattoos ended up being a printed sleeve she wore. Her body was entirely unmarked and her skin perfect and pale as ceramic when was completely bare.

To say Hina had a tight little body would be an understatement. Not only was it tight but somewhat muscular, and she had a landing strip of pubic hair that was shaped like an arrow facing down.

She got in with Barb and the two sat close together as they watched me strip. When I was fully undressed and ready to get in, I heard Hina whisper, “Whoa!” and Barb nodded and whispered, “I told ya so,” back to her.

When I got in, I intentionally stood in front of them, hands on hips my cock swinging gently back and forth in full view. “What are you two whispering about?” I asked. They both giggled.

Hina asked Barb if it was ok to spill on their discussion earlier that day. “Barbie told me you were sixty-four but had the body of a forty-year-old and the cock of a twenty-year-old,” She pointed at it and licked her lips, “She wasn’t lying.”

I made a spreading motion with my hands to get them to separate so I could sit. They obliged and I was squeezed in between them. “Rob did say I should give you anything you wanted tonight,” Hina leaned across me and asked if that was true. Barb said it was.

Barb related the story of Mine and Rob’s encounter to Hina, who was completely engrossed in it. I didn’t miss the fact that they were both fingering themselves. Hina would stop Barb now and then to ask me a question, which I answered honestly.

When Barb finished Hina looked up at me and asked, “Did you love it?”

“Yeah, I did,” I admitted, then clarified. “Having my son inside me in such an intimate way made me feel so much closer to him in so many ways,” Hina was fairly swooning.

“I never knew a straight guy that changed that quickly and that fully,” she was rubbing my chest absentmindedly now. I placed my hand over hers. The rubbing was nice but distracting.

“In all fairness, I’d been interested in male-on-male sex for over a year, I just hadn’t found anyone that I could go there with,” Hina commented about a red string tying me to Rob and it was fate that it would happen for me like that. I’m not into mysticism, but I wasn’t going to argue.

“Hey Dad,” Barb called, interrupting my chat with Hina. I wondered why she was calling me Dad instead of Hank now that Hina was here. “I was wondering,” she stopped momentarily before asking. “If the subject is too sensitive just feel free not to answer,” She grinned, “What was Mom like in bed?”

Ok, I hadn’t expected that, but memories began racing through my mind. All the things we did, the way we met, the sexual adventures. I must have been in a dazed state. I suddenly heard Barb and Hina talking.

“Look at that smile!” Barb was saying. Her voice was a chorus of amusement.

“Yeah,” said Hina. “That’s wicked! I bet he’s thinking of some intense shit right now.”

“Fuck! Look!,” Barb called, trying to whisper but failing. “Check it out, he’s getting a boner!”

“Fucking Kaiju!” Hina said in a raspy whisper. “The men in your family are fucking gods!

“Shhh! I think he’s coming back to reality,” Barb hushed Hina. I looked back and forth at both of them. “Well!” I said, There was this one time,” I began. “We were taking a weekend trip up to the lake. Even rented a lodge,” I raised my arms and put them around both women’s shoulders. “My best bud at the time was driving us up there.

His Gal was sitting up front with him and we were in the back of his pickup. Regardless of the weather, it’s cold doing seventy down the freeway in an open truck bed,” Both women were listening intently to me now, so I went on.

“I grabbed one of the industrial blankets and wrapped it around her, then threw one over me,” I gestured like I was covering us now. “When I was done and we were bundled separately, she grabbed me and pulled me over her. I was face down in her cleavage and she smirked at me.”

“Lower, she whispered, and scooted back from me until my face was laying on her skort.”

“What’s a skort!” Hina interjected into the story. I explained it was a skirt with leg openings sewn in so they are worn like shirts. I went back to the story then.

“So my face is in her crotch and I can smell her musk,” Hina and Barb looked at each other and winked. “I slid her skort to one side and began eating her pussy out. Between the chill in the air and the bumping around of the truck, it wasn’t long before she was soaking wet.”

Hina kept pulling Barb’s attention to my hard cock. I couldn’t understand what she found odd. I was in a hot tub with two beautiful naked women and I was telling a story of one of my and my wife’s adventures.