Chapter 6: Family First

Ruthie s a very dramatic actress, quite talented I think. If it were entirely up to her, I would be sharing our bed with a constantly changing retinue of harem girls, all portrayed by my inventive wife. She is entirely amenable to playing any role that I ask of her.

To test her commitment to ANY role I select, I chose someone I felt certain she would be reluctant to play. Her eldest daughter, Rebbecca. Everyone simply calls her Becky. We are the same age, sixteen, Becky and I.

In fact, while Becky is quite pretty and has a curvaceous figure, her bossiness makes her unattractive to me. She’s the first born and that entitles her to be the boss kid I guess.

Well, when I suggested Ruthie role-play Becky, it went quite differently than I expected. I only meant to impress upon Ruthie to be less universal in her offers of playmates.

“Frankly I’m surprised at you Sean. How long has this been going on behind my back?”

“Nothing at all has been going on, neither in front nor in back, or anywhere.”

“You claim it’s merely a coincidence?”

“What coincidence? I am lost in the spin of this conversation and don’t know what’s up. Or going down.”

“Both you and Becky confess on the same day, an attraction for each other. That’s too much of a coincidence.”

“It’s news to me. What did Becky say, exactly?”

If a pretty girl says she’s attracted to me, I want to know more. Be flattered more. That’s a human and normal reaction, isn’t it?

“Becky congratulated me on six months of marriage. A half anniversary she called it.”

“That was nice of her to recall for us.” I’m included aren’t I?

“She then said it wasn’t fair I snapped up the best looking boy in town, and married you before anyone her age, your age, even knew you were on the market.”

“Rather an offhand compliment, don’t you think? I’m not ready to believe Becky had designs on me. We hardly ever spoke. Even now, barely speak when we infrequently meet.”

“Where and how often do you meet?”

“Only at your old house when we have a family dinner.”

“So what do you do when you sneak off together?”

‘Honestly, we don’t.”

“But you DO want to fuck her?”

“Not really, I want to make love with you. Role-playing Becky, I thought would be a difficult role for you, and expected you to decline the role.”

“Your judgment is improving while at the same time, your taste is deteriorating. I do decline to play Becky for you.”

“Then we will just be ourselves this evening. Lovely.”

“All three of us will be ourselves this evening.”

“Excuse me?”

“I informed Becky you wish me to role-play her and let you pretend to fuck her, with me playing her character.”

My face will catch on fire. This is too embarrassing.

“Becky forbade me to assume her place. If you want to fuck her, it’s unjust for me to get fucked pretending to be her. You and I have sex anytime we want. She should at least be allowed to be herself. I agreed.”

“I’m flabbergasted you would commit me to something like this without first consulting me. I would NOT have agreed to it. Now one of us will need to explain to Becky it’s all a cruel prank or joke or test of my fidelity. That’s probably the best approach, you are testing me.”

“Indeed I am! Testing both of you, to uncover any clandestine romance between you two. I will tolerate you fucking other women, in reality or fantasy, as long as you never make love with anyone but me.”

Perhaps I begin to understand. No endearments, no kisses, no tender caresses, only bestial rutting. Actually, the idea of sex for sex sake, has a certain raw appeal. And Becky, if you shut her mouth, is a sexy looking girl.