Chapter 13

“Hello, Benji,” my wife said proudly as she pointed out she was down at the gentleman’s knees. Megan stood behind her in the doorway. Her daughter looked like a much younger version of Tracy without the massive boob job, and I think Benji thought Megan WAS her mother.

“I know it looks strange, but I am being punished this evening. I’ll be down on my knees like a dog while you are here. Is that something you are comfortable with?”

“Are you serious right now?” Benji asked. He was from El Salvador. He was probably around 29 years old, but already balding. He had a thin mustache and a goatee.

The kids and I were listening to the encounter from just inside the living area near the front door. They were trying to keep their tittering and giggles to a minimum so as not to spook Benji. I could sense that my wife was tense and nervous. It was all Megan could do not to smile and laugh at how absurdly over the top this all was.

“I couldn’t think of a plausible lie to explain what I am doing even if I wanted to right now, Benji. As I said, I know this looks strange. I wouldn’t blame you if you thought I was crazy. I have permission to meet with you for a few hours, and we can either schedule some fuck sessions or you can just come over and see if I am available after that. I would rather prepare you for what you might see when you came over.”

“Let’s do it,” Benji had a pronounced Salvadoran accent but spoke English fluently. “Your husband is very strict?” he asked as he followed Megan and Tracy in the door. Megan led her mother on a make-shift leash they attached to her collar using a scarf.

“My husband isn’t punishing me. Excuse me for not introducing my daughter; this is Megan. She is the one punishing me.”

“You let your daughter punish you?”

“Yes, it’s something we just started. I dared my kids to get along with each other and not fight. In exchange, I agreed to never interrupt them, lecture them, give them the benefit of the doubt, and let them call me Tracy, slut, whore, whatever they want. They can make fun of me, interrupt me when I am talking or ridicule me instead of each other. I haven’t been living up to my end, so this is to make up for the last two days”

“I guess that’s one way to get kids to get along! ¡Chivo!”

“It’s been working so far, but I haven’t held up my end as well as I should have. I have no reason to pull your leg or waste your time.”

“You aren’t embarrassed to crawl around like a little chucho, in front of your familia?”

“I don’t know what a chucho is? Is that a dog?” she asked sweetly.

“Yeah, a cute dog! Like, do you bark?”

“Ruff!” my wife barked playfully. “Thanks for saying I am cute, and yep, this is super humiliating, and I would have rather met you at the door standing on two feet, but I screwed up and asked to be punished like this.”

“You ASKED for this?” he seemed incredibly shocked.

“I dared my daughter to punish me this way. It’s complicated. I can explain it if you are truly interested. Can I introduce you to my family first, can I get you a cocktail or anything?”

The first thing Tracy realized was that she couldn’t get up and pour the man a drink as a dog. She asked me to bring him a scotch. There was no way I was going to do that. Lilith walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured it while my wife made the rounds of introductions. Lilith looked so much more harmless and unassuming without her collar. She didn’t seem so scary and intimidating. I hoped her mother continued to wear the dog collar – or stayed as one for that matter.

I could lock her up in a cage and take her out and fuck her around my schedule – better for all parties.

In between questions, Megan made her mom sit up and beg. Tracy put her hands up and sat up on her knees. Then yipped like a playful puppy while wiggling her butt and letting her tongue hang out. Her every move exposed her round butthole and her dripping wet pussy.

“Roll over, Dimbo!” Megan commanded.

“Dimbo is a name my kids started calling me today. It’s a cross between dumb and a bimbo,” Tracy explained as she rolled over two times while the kids patronized her for being a good puppy.

“You really think you are a Dimbo?” he asked.

“Oh yes, that’s exactly who I am. A dumb bimbo. Only a Dimbo would roll around on the carpet for the amusement of her family.”

“You seem like a smart lady, who knows what you like. You look like you are having fun. Everybody is. I don’t think that’s how a punishment is supposed to go. Does your family spank you?”

“Yes, they can always dare me to let me them. If you are still interested in coming over after this, you might have to wait until I finish a dare,” my wife explained that she was open to performing them and could always say no at any time.

“Can I give you a dare?” Benji asked.

“I am on punishment right now, so that’s up to my daughter Megan. This is her dare,” my wife had a strict prohibition on interrupting finishing someone’s dare and starting a new one.

Megan giggled impishly and told Benji he could ask anything, but she could say no.

“Kiss your daughter,” he said.

Tracy and Megan looked at each other. They clearly knew he wanted to see a salacious, incestuous kiss. Megan moved first to kiss her mother. I was shocked. Were they really going to French kiss in front of a relative stranger that had banged Tracy once or twice before?

Megan turned her head at the last minute, and Tracy licked the side of her face like a dog. They both smiled at the man.

“I meant a real kiss,” Benji said.

“We knew what you mean. We don’t do THAT,” Megan implied there were still SOME limits and boundaries to her relationship with her mother. She looked at Tracy and asked cutely “but I will dare you to lick my feet, chucho!”

“I’d be delighted, Ma’am,” my wife knelt at her daughter’s feet, while wiggling her butt like a tail. She removed Megan’s shoes and then sucked her daughter’s dirty toes.

“God Damn, dude! You are one lucky motherfucker,” Benji assumed I was happy with the arrangement. I used to be, but I had obviously reached my limits on what I’d tolerate from my wife. I politely thanked him anyway.

Benji asked some more questions, while my wife licked the feet of Paul, Allan, and Lilith before sucking Benji’s toes as well. His questions were mostly about when/how he could be alone with her to fuck her.

“I’ll email you some dates late tonight. I try to space sessions out to three to five times a week, so I have more time at home. You are welcome to drop by now and then if you want a quickie. If I don’t answer the door, just check with David. My kids don’t have any involvement in that part of my life. I don’t discuss intimate details with lovers with them and I would appreciate it if you don’t either.”

“Fuck, I would have thought you have to check with your daughter, or something. You let her punish you, don’t you?” Benji asked.

“I do, but that’s for things like not listening to my kids, interrupting or lecturing them when they don’t want to hear it, and failing to perform their dares properly,” she said as she looked up at him with her big pretty eyes. She was down at his feet sucking his toes like each one was a tiny, succulent dick and not the stinky feet of a near-stranger.

“You probably should though, slut,” Lilith said with an annoyed expression on her face.

“Yeah, what if we are planning some good dares,” Paul jumped right in.

“I’ve had no problem with you knowing I take lovers, and that your father and I have an open marriage. I don’t mind you meeting them after I’ve met them out of the house a few times, but I’ve always kept the dirty details from you because I assumed you didn’t need or want to know them. If you want to know the appointments that I’ve made with lovers, I am happy to put it up on the fridge if you like?” she asked all the kids.

“I like what Benji said. We should be the ones to decide if and when we want your new lovers coming over.”

Benji chuckled and wanted to stay out of it. My wife finally consulted me and asked my opinion. I told her that this was her mess, and she would clean it up herself. Tracy appeared hurt but must have realized what I was saying was true.

“Things are a little bit in flux right now, Benji. I clearly need to talk to my family about this. I am not comfortable with involving them in dealings with other people outside of the home. I don’t mind you talking to my kids at if you come over for a visit, but this is something we need to talk about. I think I like you and I’d like to take you as a lover, but I need a little time.”

“Damn, can I get at least a goodbye blowjob or something?” Benji was a good sport about all of this.

“I am not saying we won’t see each other again. That will largely be up to you, but I do need to sort some things out first,” she told him. “Megan, is my punishment complete? I’d like to play with Benji before he goes tonight to show him that I didn’t invite him over just to tease him or waste his time.”

“Just say suck his dick, we all know that is what you are going to do,” Megan said.

“Yes Ma’am,” my wife led Benji upstairs. My wife gives outstanding head, and he was walking wobbly when he came back downstairs to wave goodbye to the family. The general feedback was my family liked Benji and thought he’d be a good guy to bang their mom. I made no comment. He was an alright guy, but I was feeling particularly disgruntled about how things had been going lately.

I was the head of the household, and increasingly with the support of their mother, I felt Megan and Lilith were combing forces to supplant me in that capacity. I don’t mean financially. I limited my wife’s spending accounts to what is necessary. I just meant in setting the overall tone of what is and isn’t acceptable in my own house.

I was absolutely horrified that my daughters wanted some say in the lover my wife took. When I first met my wife, she was just as she is now vibrant, honest to a fault, always seeing the good in people, full of sexual energy, (smaller boobs though).

I didn’t want to change any of that. She had many lovers and I thought it wasn’t my place to tell her to stop. When we got married, she didn’t. She’d fuck my friends too and I enjoyed having other men fancy my wife and want to bang her.

Over time I’ve had my jealousies and insecurities, but I kept them to myself. I did not interfere in who she selected, and she never refused me if I asked her to fuck a friend of mine. She was happy to do it. However, I was bottling up envy over how my wife doted over our kids and not me.

It was all coming to a head.

My wife had put on very minimal clothing while she was with Benji. That was her new signal she wasn’t open for dares. She said she wanted to talk about the family dare, and she asked everyone to give her permission to talk uninterrupted.

“I won’t lecture, but I have some things I’d like to say. I need to just put them out on the table and talk about it. I wrote this paper last night with some notes,” she held up an elegantly written list on a pad of stationery I bought her for Mother’s Day.

The kids were seated and so was I. She was the only one standing in the room. She told us that today made her rethink some of the items on the list but not why. She began to read to us from it.

“I made my first dare with you in a long time. It was the biggest dare of my life. I call it “THE” Family dare. Originally, family dare was just a silly term that I made up to mean a dare all of us agreed upon. I think this particular family dare was more than just a dare. It kind of redefined roles in the house, and I may have made a mistake by equating what I was proposing to just a dare. A dare is sticking your nose in someone’s ass when they fart. A dare is flashing your pussy to a neighbor.”

No one argued any of that.

“You asked me last night if I wanted to quit. You said I should because I can’t seem to keep my mouth shut when I am not supposed to back talk or interrupt,” she paused. She was clearly going off whatever script she had prepared because she looked up at us with a tear rolling down her cheek and stopped reading. “Today, when I dared Paul to give me an enema, I got angry at HIM for not listening to me, but I had also told him he didn’t have to. I dared him to do something he wasn’t educated on ahead of time that could have ended poorly. I continue to interrupt, and I continue to lecture. I believe today that I figured out the fatal flaw in my logic. I can’t be Dimbo the fun little goof-tramp, AND Mom the one who tells you what to do if you don’t have to listen to her.”

Everyone seemed to understand that. They shifted uncomfortably and Megan wanted to speak. My wife politely asked her to wait until she finished with what she had to say.

“Megan, I owe you the greatest apology, because I was on board with you not having the option to call me Mom. When I think back on that decision, I do not even understand what I hoped to accomplish. I believed that it was fair to the others because for you it would be a salt-shaker dare to continue to remain sweet and respectful to me. Maybe, I thought that by challenging you to call me Tracy it would mean you’d have some stake in the outcome of the dare. I really don’t know, because now I realize that if the dare was supposed to produce the outcome we wanted, then why on earth would you be restricted from calling me Mom if you wanted too?”

“Mom, it’s fine,” Megan said. “See? I can STILL say it. I like calling you slut and all the other things, but I know you are my mom.”

“I know you do. I have had the fun the last two days- a lot of fun. I just think we outgrew the dare. I was hoping we could agree to start over. I don’t think It’s a dare at all. I think it’s a contract or a deal we are making with each other.”

Just the word “contract” makes an attorney like me hard as a rock. “I hope I will be included in it this time.”

“If you want to be, I’d like that, David.” My wife said. It was a simple matter for everyone to agree to nullify the dare contingent on finding something they could agree upon.

“What I propose for you,” my wife had written down last night essentially the same deal that she proposed originally to the kids. The clause about Megan was removed and all four were equal.

Rule One: Respect each other, stop arguing, find solutions together, laugh easily, extend each other the benefit of the doubt, and Support and look out for one another. Share your experiences and help each other grow and find their path. Do not hesitate to tell each other how you feel.

It was typical Tracy mushy stuff that one finds on the back of a Hallmark card. Touching if you are into that sort of thing.

“You can call me Tracy or anything you want, but IF you don’t have to listen to me even if you feel you’ve heard it all before, and I can’t talk back to you then I can’t really effectively tell you what to do as a mother.”

FINALLY! That is what I had been saying all along!! Finally, my wife came to her senses. I knew I would agree to this contract without hesitation. My kids getting along and getting my wife back to handle things with the kids around the house? YES, PLEASE!!!

“So, what I am proposing is that since you are all teenagers now and you don’t require as much supervision, I would give up most or all of my authority to tell you what to do and...”

There was raucous laughter and hooting and hollering from the kids, and my wife had to stop and wait patiently.

“I shouldn’t have to tell you to brush your teeth or put the toilet seat down. You know how to do those things. If the garbage is full, you know it needs to be taken out. I am not proposing you stop doing anything you’ve been doing. I am proposing that I can no longer TELL you to do it.”

She paused for a moment. The kids were smiling, and I cradled my temples with my fingers.

“I would still be your mom, but you would no longer need my permission to do anything. You would be on the HONOR system, and we’ll talk about that. I know none of you are going to run off for three days following your favorite band and getting high the moment we agree to this. As adults, you would have the freedom to make that choice, but most do not. They know they have responsibilities and so I’d like to trust you to know to eat when you are hungry, sleep when you need to sleep, go to school and do your homework because that is what you are supposed to do. I am not going to hover over you or remind you or nag you.”

There was thunderous applause.

“If you violate the honor system, then things may have to change again. Good, I am glad that meets with your approval. Let me go down the list here and then we can talk about any changes.”

“Emily and Lilith, you can take my car anytime you like. You are both licensed drivers and you are on the insurance. You’ve proven to be FAIRLY responsible, and now you can prove it by making sure not to get any SPEEDING tickets,” my wife looked directly at Lilith to remind her that she already had one. “I know you will put gas in the car and take care and not go joyriding, but if you do go joyriding you do it responsibly. Okay? And Paul and Allan, when you are licensed and feel confident to drive you can as well.”