Chapter 2

It was almost midnight when the knock on the door disturbed me from my reading. As a criminal prosecutor I often burned the midnight oil on cases, and my husband Gary had already gone to bed. From my office in what used to be a guest bedroom, I could hear him snoring gently. I found the sound soothing.

Just so we are all on the same page and to avoid, or probably, increase confusion. My name is Garry. Note the 2 r’s and yes I am gay. Gary my husband, spelled with 1 r is a social worker. We met about 6 years ago when I was prosecuting a case of child neglect and he was giving evidence.

Gary is very obviously gay. In fact, he couldn’t be more obvious if he ran around in a pink tutu and wore fairy wings, but he is mine and I love him, and I am his and he loves me. We are not one of those couples that fool around with others, although neither of us was innocent when we got together.

I call him my husband although we never really took the legal step of getting married. We made promises to each other, and as a lawyer, I set up everything so that legally we each had virtually the same rights as if we were legally married. It was just something that we never really needed. We knew that we would be together forever, we didn’t need anything more. Also, Gary’s parents were very old-fashioned, religious, and massive homophobes and would have freaked out and disowned him.

Even after 6 years they still maintained the fiction that we were just buddies co-habiting for convenience. It made them happy; Gary could maintain a relationship with his family, whom he loved dearly, and I didn’t care either way. I had met his parents several times and they were genuinely lovely people, just with a very, very warped view. As long as they thought of me as Gary’s friend rather than his lover, we could be on good terms.

So, as I said Gary and I had been together for 6 years, four of which we have lived in this house.

I loved our house. It was a four-bedroom house in a quiet, 4 home, cul-de-sac that had been turned into a gated community. We had a large back garden, in which was an outdoor pool and deck area we loved to spend time on.

The neighbours we found to be friendly if a little distant, although we were invited to a get-together every few months where there would be a barbecue and beers. I often felt at these events that the other neighbours got together far more often but I just put it down to my natural paranoia and left it at that.

Our neighbours, Bob and Sheila had twin girls that were about 11 when we moved in, and for the first couple of years would come over and use our pool, with their mother Sheila supervising. This tailed off after the first couple of years as teen girls obviously found more exciting things to do than swim and now, they only came over occasionally, and when it was our turn to host the quarterly barbeque.

The last time we had seen the girls, maybe a week ago, they were no longer little girls. Aged about 15 but dressed about 21 they were filling out and with their flaming red hair and green eyes, I knew that they would cause some poor boy, or girl, some major heartache in the not-too-distant future.

Since I am telling you about the neighbours, I’ll introduce our nearest neighbours, Dave and Tracey. Dave is a contractor and has done some work for us on the house. The previous owners had an office in the bedroom I was using for an office, but only by virtue of putting a desk in there. I wanted something more definitive, and he built in a desk and bookcases and turned it into a proper office. He does good work. Tracey is a stay-at-home mum, with a son, Davey, aged 2, a lively little fellow with bright red hair and a stubborn streak.

Finally, there is Jeremy and Beth. An older couple who live in the biggest house at the closed end of the cul-de-sac. Jeremy is a tax accountant and Beth is a trophy wife. I got the impression that Jeremy viewed the community as his personal domain, as he could stand on his porch and look down on all the other, slightly smaller houses in the close. I had no interest in getting into a pissing contest with this guy. If he wanted to play Mr. I am, I would let him. My dick is plenty big enough for what Gary needs so I’m not going to get into a measuring contest with someone who doesn’t matter to me. As long as he doesn’t start to try and pull some HOA bullshit on me, and telling me what to do we will co-exist in comfortable peace.

To be honest though, despite my first impression of Jeremy, I didn’t had any issues with him. He was always polite and amiable if a little distant when we spoke or met at the BBQs, and I had no reason to have any other contact with him.

So, back to the knock on the door.

I sighed as I placed the case file I had been working on into my desk drawer and locked it. I never left paperwork unsecured it was a particular pet peeve of mine.

When I opened the door, I found Bob standing on our porch. He looked terrible. He was very drunk, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was also crying.

“Bob? What happened, are you ok?” I asked, surprised.

“Help me!” he said before pitching forward and landing flat on his face, out cold.

I woke Gary up and we picked up the unconscious Bob and moved him to the bed in our second guest bedroom. I initially thought to call Sheila and find out what was going on, but, paranoia, remember, so I thought I would let him sleep off whatever it was and then speak to him in the morning.

Gary did suggest that we should undress him for bed, but I declined, saying that we didn’t want him thinking that we had taken advantage of a drunk man. If he woke up fully dressed, he would have less cause to feel we had done anything to him while he was out of it.

It was nearly 10 am the next morning, Bob emerged from the guest room. I was working from home, continuing to review my case file in preparation for an appeal later in the month. Gary was out at work.

Locking the file away again, I emerged from the office and guided him into the kitchen.

He still looked like hell; honestly, he didn’t smell much better.

I made him some coffee and sat him down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I went into our bedroom and dug out some sweatpants and a t-shirt. I was slightly taller than Bob, but they would fit fine.

He started to speak as I walked into the kitchen, but I held up my hand.

“Bob, you look like shit, and you smell worse,” I said gently. “Since you are here, I take it that you don’t feel you can go home to clean up, so here are some clothes, there is a bathroom off the guestroom you slept in. There are new toothbrushes in the cabinet under the sink. Go get cleaned up and I’ll cook something. Then we can talk.”

I had cooked up some bacon and eggs for him by the time he returned from his shower, looking and smelling a whole lot better. He sat at the breakfast bar and dug in. I sipped my coffee and waited for him to finish.

“Do you remember much about last night?” I asked him as he finished his breakfast.

“Not really,” he said, “what happened, Did I...”

“No, Bob, we didn’t. You knocked on my door, said you needed help, and the next thing you were out cold on the floor. Gary and I moved you to the guestroom to sleep it off. Did you think that we...”

He grimaced.

“Sorry, no, that came out wrong. I didn’t mean did we have sex, I meant did I say anything to you? I knew we didn’t have sex” he said “We couldn’t have”

I was a little surprised at his assertion.

“How are you so certain?” I asked.

He stood and without any sign of embarrassment undid the drawcord of the sweatpants. He pulled them down at the front to reveal that he was wearing a cock cage. A male chastity device.

I sat back, a little surprised.

“Is that what you asked for help with?” I asked, “are you being made to wear that against your will?”

He pulled up his pants.

“No. Well yes but. Oh god, I don’t know where to start. It’s Jeremy, he wants my daughters.”

“He wants what?” I asked, but at the same time a light came on in my mind. The girls had flame red hair. Both Bob and Sheila had dark hair. Jeremy whilst almost entirely grey, still had streaks of rust in his hair.

Bob just looked at me. I think he could see connections being made in my mind.

“I don’t know how to ask this delicately,” I said “so I’m just going to ask. Is Jeremy the father of the twins?”

Bob looked down and nodded. Once again, I could see tears leaking from his eyes.

“So, he wants what, to adopt them now? after all this time?” I tried to clarify.

Bob laughed bitterly.

“Nothing so mundane. No, he doesn’t want to adopt them, he wants to fuck them!”

I sat there for a while stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing and yet I believed what Bob was saying.

“The girls are 15 now?” I asked.

He nodded

“So how do you know that Jeremy has designs on them? Has he made any moves, has he touched or assaulted the girls in any way?”

I was texting Gary, telling him he needed to get his ass back home 911. If there was a child endangerment situation, I needed his social work expertise and I needed to act fast. I was already thinking of people I would need to contact to get emergency protection orders in place.

“He hasn’t done anything yet” Bob replied sensing my abrupt change in mood. “But he is preparing. I know how he works, and I know that Sheila is going to help him.”

I contemplated this for a moment.

“Are the girls in immediate danger?” I asked, “where are they now?”

“Sheila has taken the girls to her parents for the week. Her father has just had hip surgery and she has gone to help her mother till she gets set up. The girls went with her. They are away from the situation just now. I don’t think that Sheila would do or say anything to the girls while they are there, in case her mother should hear. I’m certain that they are safe for now.” he said.

“So why would Shelia even consider helping Jeremy to have sex with your underage girls?” I asked.

Bob grimaced.

“To understand that I would have to tell you about everything that has happened in the last 16 years. Ever since we moved in to this god forsaken community” he answered bitterly.

I heard Gary’s car in the driveway, the door slam and he rushed into the house.

“What’s going on?” he asked a little breathless.

“Go get your lockpicks” I told him. He looked at me, surprised.

Gary had learned to pick locks early in his social work career, He had found a number of occasions where children were padlocked into rooms and/or chained to furniture or radiators. He found that being able to pick the locks were less stressful for the child than having the door broken in or the chains cut.

Wordlessly he went back out to his car and came back in with a small leather pouch.

Gently I stood Bob up and indicated he should show Gary the cage.

Gary scowled when he saw the chastity device and knelt before bob. The lock proved no match for his skills and in less than a minute he had opened the lock and removed the cage.

Gary wrinkled his nose; Bob had obviously been wearing the cage for some time and despite showering earlier he hadn’t been able to clean effectively. He also had some sores on and around his penis where the cage had rubbed.

“Can I take some pictures?” I asked “For legal purposes”

Bob nodded and I snapped some pictures of the cage and then of his genitals, paying close attention to the sores.

“Go shower again.” I said “you need to clean up down there.”

“What’s going on?” asked Gary as Bob went back to shower again.

“I have no idea, but I think Bob is going to tell us. What you need to know right now is that Bob and Sheila’s twins were fathered by Jeremy, and Jeremy has incestuous intentions toward his underage daughters. They are safe just now, but we are going to have to act fast if we want to keep them that way.”

Gary gasped.

I went into my office and grabbed a voice recorder and a legal pad.

Gary made more coffee and by the time Bob came out of the shower for the second time we were sitting in the den.

Bob sat down on the chair opposite mine, Gary sat on the couch.

“Do you mind if I record your story?” I asked.

Bob shook his head.

I handed him his coffee and he sipped it gratefully. Hesitantly he began his tale.

“Sheila and I had been married for four years when we bought the house here.” He began “I was working as a quantity surveyor and Sheila as a secretary in my office. That was how we met. We decided to hold off having kids until we were financially stable, and getting the house was proof that we had reached that stage.”

“The house was a new build, in a quiet cul-de-sac. We thought it would be ideal. It was not the biggest, that one was already occupied, not even the second biggest, which is now your house with the pool, but it was what we could afford, and we knew it was perfect for us. Or at least I thought so at the time. Jeremy and Beth were already moved into their house when we arrived. The two houses across the street, this one and Dave and Tracey’s were not yet completed.”

“On the day that we moved in, Jeremy and Beth came over with food for us, saying that they knew we would be busy getting our house settled. We were grateful for the food and the consideration. It felt like we were really going to be able to make a home here”

“The week after, we were invited to Jeremy’s for a BBQ. Of course, we accepted. We were still working to get the house straight, especially as we were both working full time and could only do house type stuff in the evenings. The BBQ was great, and we had a good evening chatting to the couple. Jeremy told me that he was applying to get the close made into a gated community so we could increase security and it would increase the value of our properties. I was all for it.”

“We quickly fell into a routine. We worked, we got the house set up and settled, and almost every week either we went to Jeremy and Beth’s’ or they came to ours for an evening. At weekend I would play golf, and it wasn’t unusual for me to come home to find Beth and Sheila in our kitchen chatting and putting the world to rights, as women do.”

“One Saturday I came back from Golf, once again finding Sheila and Beth in our kitchen. I joined them, Sheila got me a glass of wine and we continued to chat. I noticed that Beth was dressed very provocatively and seemed to be actively flirting with me. I looked at Sheila, but she seemed not to notice. I could feel myself getting very aroused, my blood was pounding in my ears.”

“Just when I thought I was going to embarrass myself, Beth said that she should be getting back to Jeremy. She and Sheila hugged goodbye and then Beth came over to give me a hug. This was not unusual, she often did the air kisses thing, but this was not that. She pulled me to her pressing herself into me and grinding against me, my cock was at full mast, and I knew she could feel it.”

“Beth giggled and said that Sheila needed to take care of me as I seemed a little wound up. And then she left. Sheila did just that. She dragged me into the bedroom and devoured me. I could not remember her ever being so aggressive in the bedroom before, but I was also being led by my arousal and we literally spent the rest of the day in bed.”

“In the brief periods between frantic sex, I wont call it love-making because it most definitely wasn’t that, Sheila started asking me questions. She said that she had seen how I had been looking at Beth, how Beth had got me all fired up, how I had pressed myself into Beth, how even now when Sheila was fucking me, I was thinking of Beth. I wasn’t thinking straight. Looking back now I am almost certain that there was something in the wine that Sheila had given me. By the end of the night Sheila had convinced me that I wanted to fuck Beth.”

“The next day, Beth came over. I was doing yard work and Sheila was pottering around the house. They came out into the yard to sit on the deck, both wearing very revealing clothing. I snatched glances at them while I worked. When I finished, I went and joined them on the deck and once again Sheila got me a drink. I was thirsty after my work, so I downed it almost in one. The three of us chatted for a short while but once again I started to get really, really aroused. I had been working in shorts and so my arousal became obvious. I knew I should be embarrassed, but it didn’t really seem to be such a problem.”

“Once again Beth was flirting with me, touching my arms and chest and at one stage she even put her hand on my thigh, just inches away from my cock. Then she put her hand right on it.”

“Oh My,” she said “Someone is really wound up. Sheila, I think you need to take care of your man again.”

“Sheila looked across at me and grinned. Without saying a word, she leaned forward and undid my shorts. She fished my cock out of my pants and then, kneeling in front of me took me into her mouth. I couldn’t believe she was doing that, right in front of Beth, I wanted to object, to stop her, to say it was wrong, but I couldn’t seem to build up the resolve to do anything but lie back and enjoy what was becoming the best blowjob I ever had.”

“I’m ashamed to say I didn’t last very long. I tried to warn Sheila and pull her off, so I didn’t cum in her mouth, I knew that she didn’t like that. But Beth put her hand on the back of Sheila’s head just as I started to cum and held her in place as I emptied myself into her mouth. Sheila gulped and choked, trying to swallow everything I was pumping into her. This was also a first, on the odd occasion that she had got my cum in her mouth she had always spat it out.”

“That was so hot,” Beth said getting to her feet. “I’ll leave you guys to your fun. I’m going to have some fun of my own with Jeremy” We all stood, and Beth embraced Sheila. This time I saw her kiss Sheila full on the mouth. When it came to my turn, she kissed me as well. I felt her hand rubbing my cock as she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could taste my own cum on her tongue.”

“After Beth had left, Sheila and I had another amazing session of sex, interspersed with Sheila talking to me about how sexy I found Beth, how she had got me aroused and how good it would feel to fuck Beth.”

“This pattern repeated itself the next week, and the week after. Each time Beth and I went further. She had given me a number of blowjobs, and I had gone down on her a couple of times. Each time Sheila had been there whispering in my ear telling me how good it was that Beth, and I could share and how much doing this was improving our own life together.”

“Then came the fateful night. It was BBQ night, and we were over at Jeremy’s. We had eaten and were relaxing on his deck. Sheila brought me another beer and we sat down. Soon after I started to get aroused again. I could feel my erection in my pants, and once again my head was fuzzy. I was just horny and drunk. Sheila was sat beside me, and she started to rub at my cock through my trousers. I knew this was inappropriate, Beth and Jeremy were just there, but it felt so good, and I just couldn’t work up the will to object.”

“The next thing I know, Beth and Jeremy were making out on the other couch. Beth was rubbing at the front of Jeremy’s trousers just like Sheila was doing to me. It seemed strange at first but hey, if they wanted to get their freak on who was I to object especially when we were doing what we were doing?”

“Once again Sheila started to suck me, and I noticed that although Beth had Jeremy’s cock in her hand and was wanking him slowly, both were watching us with rapt expressions on their faces. Sheila sucked me for a while until I knew I was getting close but then she backed off, leaving my cock throbbing and pulsating in the cool evening air. I groaned. And closed my eyes.”

“Once again, I felt a hot mouth on my cock, and I opened my eyes and looked at Sheila. Only it wasn’t Sheila it was Beth. She was sucking me while looking right at me. I looked across to see what Jeremy’s reaction would be to seeing his wife with her mouth around my cock, and he just smiled at me, slowly wanking his own cock.”

“He stood up, then came over and sat beside me. He offered his cock to his wife, and she released mine and began to suck his. Sheila once again started to suck me. Then she released me, and Beth took me into her mouth again. It took me a few minutes to realise that when Beth was sucking me, Sheila had started to suck on Jeremy’s cock. I knew I should be upset about this, but since his wife was currently deepthroating me I couldn’t really complain. I could feel that I was getting close, and I tried to pull out but this time it was Jeremy that had other ideas. Putting his hand on the back of Beth’s head he grabbed her hair and began to thrust her face onto my cock. It took les than a minute before I groaned and came. He held her with her face pushed right into my abdomen, my cock deep in her throat as I emptied my balls into his wife.”

“While I was recovering, I saw him face fucking my wife, and dumping his load down her throat.”

“Nothing else happened that night, at least not at the BBQ. Sheila and I went home and had some more amazing sex. Again, between bouts, she talked to me telling me how much I had enjoyed using Beth as a cumdump. And How I had enjoyed seeing Jeremy using her mouth in the same way.”

“From that day onwards, we became the playthings for Jeremy and Beth. We swapped, and we shared. Jeremy and I DP’d both women and both women would double team either of us. The girls would also put on a show for Jeremy and I. Jeremy always led the sessions. At first, I resisted, I tried to assert myself, but it was no good. Each time I started the evening being assertive, at some point I felt that strange euphoria wash over me and I lost the will to push it.”

“I realised I had truly accepted Jeremy as the alpha one night when I was in a 69 with Beth. Jeremy was fucking her doggy style and I was on the bottom. Sheila was behind Jeremy and was busy sticking her tongue up his asshole, which he always enjoyed. I was licking at Beth’s clit as Jeremy was pounding her and then just as he reached his climax, Jeremy pulled out of Beth. I felt Sheila’s hands on me as she pulled my head back. Before I knew it Jeremy had pushed his cock into my mouth and was cumming. Beth went wild on my cock and I started to cum from her ministrations and Sheila was whispering in my ear about what a good boy I was and how horny she found what I was doing. I swallowed everything that Jeremy pumped into my mouth and even cleaned his cock off with my tongue. Beth then turned around and kissed me hard. She had kept my own cum in her mouth and pushed it into mine, feeding me my own cum, which I also ended up swallowing.”

“My day-to-day life didn’t really change much. I got up, went to work, came home. Sheila and I had a good sex life, but a couple of times a week the four of us would get together and play. Most of the time it was fun, and we all had a great time. Occasionally Jeremy would feel the need to put me in my place by forcing me to swallow his cum. He didn’t fuck me though and I was grateful for that.”

“The two other houses in the street were finished. The one that is now Dave and Tracey’s house was bought by an old couple, the Stephenson’s. He was 76 and she was 68 but was suffering from dementia. We helped them as good neighbours should but obviously, they were never part of our social activities.”

“The developer kept your house. I think he was going to use it in his retirement, but in the end, he just used it almost exclusively as a holiday let. For years there was a procession of people coming to stay for anything up to three months and then they would be gone again.”

“It was six months later that Sheila told me she was pregnant. We had discussed having children but had not yet decided to start a family. Sheila was on the pill, but she said that she had had a stomach bug a few weeks prior and apparently that had caused her pill to fail. I was concerned because I knew that the baby could just as easily belong to Jeremy as to me. Sheila told me it didn’t matter who the sperm donor was, we would love them anyway, and since we had always planned on having a couple of children, we could be better prepared for the next one and make sure there was no doubt about the parentage.”

“I hoped against hope that it would turn out that the baby was mine, but I was in for some shocks over the next few months. The first was when we found out that Sheila was having twins. She was delighted but I was reserved. We had only planned on 2 children and if these turned out not to be mine then what?”

“Sheila assured me that whatever happened I would have my own child. She was sure that the twins would be mine, but if not, we would try again and we would be able to have my baby.”

“The next shock was at delivery. It had been decided that the twins were going to be delivered by C-Section. I wasn’t allowed into the theatre but Jeremy, Beth, and I waited anxiously outside. Eventually, two nurses came out each holding a little bundle. They looked around the room and spotted Jeremy. Congratulations Daddy they said handing him the first of the two, flame-red-haired girls.”

Jeremy beamed but Beth took the second child and brought her over to me.

“Actually,” she said, “This is the daddy.”

The nurse was obviously mortified. “I am so sorry,” she said “I just thought...”

“I took the little girl from Beth and looked down. It was obvious that she was not biologically mine, but when I looked into her bright blue eyes I fell in love. From that moment on, no matter who the sperm donor was, these were my girls.”

“The final shock came hours later when Sheila told me that there had been some complications with the surgery. She would be fine, she said, but it meant that she would not be able to have any more children. I was devastated. I had lost my chance of ever becoming a father. I found out, years later, that there had been no complications. Sheila had told the doctor to tie off her tubes while he was in there. She never intended to give me a child of my own.”

“For a while, after the girls were born, the four of us didn’t get together for sex. Sheila was not able to have sex and I was still hurting from all of the shocks I had endured. About six months later, I came home to find Beth and Sheila in our kitchen, chatting away just like they used to. The outcome was predictable. Once again, I got super horny and before I knew where we were, life had fallen back into the old pattern with us having regular sessions with Jeremy and Beth.”

“We continued like that for about 6 or 7 years. The girls grew like weeds and were real daddy’s girls. They followed me around like puppies when I was at home and would always want me to tuck them into bed and read them a story. Sheila never said anything, but I think it hurt her sometimes when they chose me over her. I took a perverse pleasure in knowing that even though they were not biologically mine, they preferred me over their mother.”