Chapter 30

Monday of the new year was a painful reminder of consequences. When Cheyenne appeared before breakfast I was already up. That meant that when Cynthia walked up the stairs after her I was unaware until the blonde lawyer was next to me and whaled on me with a slap to the face. She then turned around and trotted down the stairs.

“I definitely think you have a case for assault,” Darla said amused.

I was rubbing my face. Cheyenne looked shocked.

“I’d say she knows,” Emily said.

“Knows what?” Cheyenne asked.

“Never you mind,” Darla said. “Be a good girl and we’ll help you clean up this mess, while Danny goes across the street to see if he can clean up his mess.”

By the time I got to the front of the Lamp Factory Cynthia was already entering the Coke Bottling Plant building.

“Debbie, I’d like to see Cynthia,” I told the receptionist.

“I’m sorry Danny. I’m been told to say Ms. Smith is not in.”

“Please Debbie. I know she’s here.”

She suddenly got that look people get when someone is talking to them through their headset.

“Mr. Burger will see you.”

“David?”

“Mr. Chet Burger.”

I made my way to Chet’s office. I had never been to this particular office before. Like Cynthia’s it was along one of the outer walls.

“Come in Danny,” he said rising to meet me. He guided me over to a couple of overstuffed leather chairs away from the desk.

“Cynthia is pretty pissed at you,” he said once we were seated. “She’s not that happy with David either.”

“What about you?”

“I’m not naive enough to believe my twenty year old daughter was a virgin before last weekend. As a matter of fact I know she wasn’t.” I must have given him a look. “No. I know it was Tony. That is something Cynthia has refused to contemplate for years.”

“And your not angry about Cerulean and me?”

“I’m not mad at my brother for fucking my daughter, so how could I be angry with you over it? Of course Cerulean has had a crush on him for years. They’ve been dancing around it since Tony made her a woman. I think only David and his ‘Blue’ haven’t seen the mating dance they’ve been engaged in.”

“You seem awfully tranquil about it.”

“Technically David is Cerulean’s uncle, not her father. Let’s just say Cerulean isn’t the only Smith woman to engage in relations with her uncle. I think it’s more about Cerulean going after Cynthia’s men.”

“Cynthia’s men?” I responded woodenly, trying to follow along.

“Tony. David. You. Cerulean has always known about our lifestyle. After all, she was being raised in a home with two fathers. Not much longer after she was old enough to realize about sex she learned that our marriage was open. I suppose she’s competing with her mother in some way. No doubt her eventual therapist will find it very interesting.”

“Perhaps she should talk to Maggie Floss.”

He got a thoughtful look. “Perhaps she should.”

He stood. “But right now we’ve got to deal with you and Cynthia, and it shouldn’t take a visit to Dr. Floss to fix this.”

“Why?”

“Why am I getting involved? Well Danny it’s pretty obvious you’re in love with my wife, and she with you. How could I sit by and let you both suffer?”

“Compersion?”

“Compersion. Your love for each other doesn’t diminished the way Cynthia and I feel about each other. Your estrangement would only make her unhappy. Come on.”

He led me through a door which I was not surprised to find led to the hall outside the partner’s lounge. He knocked on the door that I knew went into Cynthia’s office. There was a moment and the door opened. She stood in the doorway and it was obvious she had been crying. Chet took her hand and gently pulled her into the hall and to the lounge. She stiffened when she saw me.

“Cynthia,” Chet said. “I’ve always been very patient with your moods. But this time I am going to have to insist that you and Danny talk this out. I’m heading home to have a word with Cerulean. I’d tan her hide, but she’d probably like that, though she’d no doubt enjoy it more if David did it.”

Cynthia gave Chet a shocked look.

His statement must have had the desired effect because before she could respond he was gone. So she turned her ire on me.

“You just couldn’t keep your dick out of her?”

“I didn’t set out to seduce her.”

“Did you set out to facilitate her coupling with her father?” She suddenly grew silent as another thought occurred to her. “Fuck. You bastard. You have video of it all don’t you? I’m ruined. That’s what you wanted all along. You’re as bad as your fucking father.”

She was crying and thumping me ineffectually with her arms now. I did the only thing I could. I wrapped her in a bear hug and held on for dear life. She stiffen momentarily and then melted into me.

“Fuck why do I always fall for the assholes,” she said and then plastered her lips to mine. She was pulling at my clothes and I was shocked to find my cock was erect and stone hard.

I grabbed her blouse at the neck and pulled it apart, sending buttons flying everywhere. Her front clasping bra popped open as I thumbed the clasp. She was pulling her own skirt up. When her panties were visible, thongs with its triangle barely cover her slit, I just pulled it out of the way. I pushed her into the wall.

My hard dick slid into her. Our coupling was fierce and noisy. I hoped the lounge was well soundproofed, because I bumped her into the wall over and over as I thrust into her. She was standing on one leg against the wall her other thigh in my hand and her leg wrapped around my waist.

She screeched out her orgasm as I pumped my spluge into her.

We were both still wearing our tops, though I suspect there was nary a button still sewed on either one. Her lips were on mine again and I pulled her off the wall. I stepped out of my pants. Rotating I saw there was a couch right next to us. I grabbed her other leg and carefully made the two steps so that I could drop down to the couch with my cock still plugged into her.

She grunted as my legs hit the cushion and my cock pushed harder up into her. I was only a little soft and Cynthia began to move on me again. I reached up to play with her breasts. When I pinched her nipple she came again, her body writhing, until she slowly became motionless.

“Shhhhh,” I said to her as she began shaking.

“Oh I am so fucked up,” she almost whispered.

“So are you ready to talk now?”

“So what should we talk about? How about how you have porno quality video of my daughter? Porno quality video of my daughter and her father? How the little bitch seems determined to fuck every guy I care about.”

“She does seem really competitive. Kind of like another hot blonde I know.”

She had the grace to look chagrined.

“To start, how about we don’t mention video again. I’m not sure we should be talking about that outside the loft.”

“We have this room swept weekly. Too much goes on here not to be careful.”

“Even so.”

“Point taken,” she admitted finally.

“Next week, Darla, Emily and I are off to Richmond on your behalf. Now I would be going anyway on behalf of the town, but something Chet said made me realize that there is something I should have told you already. I’m in love with you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she said much too quickly. Then she was quiet until she said, “Okay. Yes, I’m in love with you too. In love with someone young enough to be my son.”

“Well if you invoke the half your age plus seven rule more equitably to apply to the woman as well as the guy I fall within your dating range.”

“You mister are a geek.”

“And proud of it. About Cerulean, I think your going to have to get use to the fact that she’s likely to actively chase every guy you’re interested in. You guys have an open marriage, as do I. I’m not so foolish as to believe I’m the only guy you’re, as your daughter says, ‘boffing’.”

“She said ‘boffing’? She’s a bit of a geek too.”

“Be that as it may. Now that she’s collected me I don’t have any expectations she’ll be back, but if she is I’ll not be beating her back with a stick.” Cynthia tensed subtly. “That doesn’t mean I’ll be chasing her. When is she going back?”

“The week after next.”

“So, as you know I’ll be in Richmond next week.” I changed the subject. “You were in love with Tony weren’t you?”

She hesitated and then said, “Yes.” She was moving again. “He didn’t love me back. There was only one person Tony really loved.”

“Himself,” I stated bitterly.

Cynthia shook her head. “Your mother.” Her movements were getting a little vigorous at this point.

“It’s none of my business but David...”

“Ugh ... I’m going to let him stew ... ahh ... for a few days. Yessss ... fuck ... Until Cer ... u ... lean ... goes back to schooool.”

At this point conversation became impossible as Cynthia trembled and I felt my load spurting into her as my mind was blank to anything but the pleasure raking my body.

We lay together panting, my shirt and her blouse soaked with sweat. Cynthia’s wool skirt was draped over us. As our heart rates returned to normal we kissed.

“Sin it’s none of my business, but I doubt freezing David out is the right approach. From what Chet tells me Cerulean and David have been dancing around this for years. Now that they’ve consummated I doubt he’s going to be able to stay away from her, particularly if she’s intent on having him again.”

“What do I do?”

“When Chet led me in here he said he knew I was in love with you. When I asked him why he would encourage me he answered with one word: compersion. Do you love Cerulean and David.”

“You know I do.”

“Then you know as well as I, you need to deal with the situation with compersion, not jealousy.”

When I crossed the street back to the loft I noticed that the roll up door was just closing and saw Darla’s Lexis pulling away on Main Street. I shivered as I thumbed the code into the lock and headed upstairs to change. I had followed Cynthia across the street without a jacket and my shirt, in its present condition, was not providing a lot of warmth.

When I got to the second floor I found Cheyenne at the island entertaining a visitor. Cerulean was sitting in one of the island seats sipping coffee. The maid had changed into one of her porno French maid outfits and was busy working in the kitchen. Or at least I assume she was because as I walked up the stairs into the loft both women were looking at me.

“I like the look stud,” the blonde said.

My shirt was hanging open, since the majority of my buttons were still in the BB&S Partner’s Lounge. I saw Cheyenne roll her eyes.

Cerulean was dressed in a sweater and tight black jeans. I noted again how much her deep blue eyes favored her mother.

“Mom’s not very happy with you,” Cerulean said.

I looked up at Cheyenne.

“I’ve got some shopping to do,” the redhead said. She went to the coat closet and pull out a long coat. Throwing it over her decidedly indecent outfit she headed down the stairs. I heard the chime from the door indicating her departure.

“We’ve worked things out,” I said to Cerulean. “I’ve got to change.”

I crossed the great room, but was in the hall before I realized the young blonde had followed me. I thought about closing the bedroom door behind me, but since she was only a few steps back decided that would be pretty rude.

“You seem pretty comfortable in my home,” I said stripping off my shirt. I tossed it into the dirty clothes bin in the walk-in. Maybe Cheyenne could sew, or at least take it to a tailor.

Cerulean planted herself at the closet door and watched me digging through the line of my hung up shirts. I grabbed a pull over shirt.

“I spent a lot of time here with Tony. What did you mean you’ve worked things out with Mother?”

“Why don’t you ask her?” I said walking to the other closet door. This led into the en suite. This door I closed and locked. I went to the door leading to the bedroom and closed and locked it too before Cerulean could reach it. I needed a shower and was not going to invite her to join me.

I did make it quick. Fresh underwear would have been nice. As it was I went commando, slipping my pants back on and the pullover. I unlocked both doors, but exited through the closet, so I could toss my underwear and socks in the hamper.

When I entered the room I saw a sweater, pants and lacy black underwear tossed on the chair. In the middle of the bed was a naked blonde with a stripe of blue in her hair.

“Your father stated that you deserve a spanking,” I said gazing at the woman. “He thought you might enjoy it too much.”

“Try me,” she said spreading her legs.

“I just might. Why are you in my bed naked?”

“I think you know why, based on your cock.” She was right in that I was hard. But the little head was not in control yet.

“Get dressed. I don’t think your mother would like to see you naked in my bed.”

“I thought you said you and Mother worked it out?” She had started to play with her pussy at this point.

“While it might not seem like it to you, I try to be discerning in who I have relations with.”

“You’re poly right?”

“Yes.”

“That means you and your lovely wife have an agreement. I mean she seemed alright with what I had planned when we talked about it.”

“You talked to Darla?”

“Sure. Right before you got home. And your other wife ... Emily? We had a nice talk while you were working out things with Mom. Considering the way you smelled when you got back I expect the talk went ... well?”

Damn if Emily and Darla were conspiring together to get Cerulean in my bed I really had no chance.

“What else did you and Mother decide?” she asked sticking two fingers in her cunt now and feeling for the right spot. She must have found it because her sentence was followed by a gasp.

“That I was not to pursue you.”

“I don’t see you pursuing me. You seem to be running.”

“As I said. Despite our impromptu liaison at the party I’m not in the habit of fucking women I have no relationship with.”

“You mean like employer, landlord, client?”

“You seem very informed of my activities for someone that doesn’t even live in Lesserton.”

“Well, people in town, at least in the community, seem to know who’s with who. Everybody knows how discerning the Quad is. I already knew about my mother. And your maid might as well be wearing a sign that says ‘I fuck the boss.’” She thumbed her clit and shuddered. “Are you really going to make me get myself off here?”

“I must admit watching is very arousing.” I reached down and unzipped my pants, pulling my hard cock out. I run my hand up and down it a few times, as Cerulean’s eyes locked on my member.

Suddenly she flipped over and moved toward me.

“Watching doesn’t do much for me.” She reached the foot of the bed and reached out. My choice was to pull back or move closer. I moved closer. “I know exactly what Mom sees in you,” she said grasping my cock. “You’re a way nicer guy then Tony was.” She moved even closer and her tongue lapped at me, before she took me into her mouth.

“How did we not meet last summer?” I asked.

Cerulean released my prick from her mouth with a pop and continued to move her hand over me as she answered. “I interned last summer. I was only probably home for a week or so. I never knew you were in town until Dakota mentioned it.”

“Dakota?”

“Dakota Johnston. She’s up at Mary Washington.” She fellated me for a minute or so and then continued. “We still talk.”

“What do you expect of me, Cerulean?”

“I think that’s pretty obvious,” she answered. Her thumb was rubbing the scar under my head each time her hand reached the bulbous head of my prick. It was very pleasurable and very distracting.

“Sex? Is that all?”

“Well you’ve got a smoking hot wife. A pregnant girlfriend, or is she your wife too? I can tell she’s hot when she’s not baking babies. My mother, who I admit is pretty sexy for an old lady. The Quad, who single-handedly broke the heart of every guy and quite a few girls in Dinn High School when I was a freshman there. I don’t think you have time for me.”

“Nonsense,” I said taking both her shoulders in my hands and raising her up. I kissed her. Once again I felt ... something ... stronger than lust, weaker than love, maybe.

“Now I know why hookers don’t kiss,” she said. Then she kissed me again.

“What are you doing tonight,” I asked as she broke the kiss.

“What?” she responded confused.

“Are you busy tonight?” I was kneading her ass now and her hand was still moving over my prick.

“No.”

“Go out to dinner with me.”

“What about your wives?”

“Why? Do you want them along?”

“No. I just mean, won’t they care if you take me out on a date?”

“I thought you had this poly thing down. We’re allowed to date. It’s part of our open marriage. Surely you didn’t think it was limited to sex?”

“Well sure. I mean you don’t date Mom, right?”

“I am not going to discuss Cynthia and my relationship. For the record though I have dated others in Lesserton. As have Darla and Emily since we’ve been here. Now are you out for a quick lay or are you interested in something more?”

“Fuck!” Cerulean moaned trembling. “You are an attractive man. Yes. God. Anything you want. Just fuck me.”

I pulled away from her. She reluctantly released my cock. I took her hand which was slimy with precum and her own juices and led her to the side of the bed. I urged her to kneel on the bed and then moved up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and began to gently run my hands over her breasts, letting the hard nipples rub against the palms of my hands. Meanwhile I settled my prick in the crack of her ass.

When I released one of her breasts and moved my hand down her body she trembled again and gasped. I kept moving lower until I felt her wetness. Then rubbing her gently I whispered in her ear.