Chapter 4

I explained to my kids how the pandemic had made me a little stir crazy and that I had grown bored of the day-in-day-out drudgery of being me. I was leading an incredibly dull and predictable life.

“Oh great, Mom’s mid-life crises,” Cindy quipped. Steve told her to can it and just listen. He told me to skip to the deal and get to the point.

“Okay, your father likes to give me instructions. You obviously know what kind from last night,” I admitted nervously. This was really hard to say out loud.Steve wanted me to be more explicit, but I was too embarrassed to say more than that, and I knew the kids knew exactly what I was talking about with the naked dares.

“Oh yeah, and dry humping yourself at your computer or wearing that bikini around here,” Cindy added. She must have noticed me playing my secret games over the past few weeks. I thought I had been really clever and stealthy but I clearly hadn’t. Steve brow-beat her into silence again.

“Yeah, that’s fair. You are right. I did naughty things that are usually supposed to be done in private. Your father likes telling me what to do and giving me, instructions and I like following them. Okay? It’s as simple as that. We love each other and have a committed relationship. It was wrong of us to sneak around where you might discover, and so in order to keep you from being uncomfortable, we’ll confine our activities to the bedroom or when you are not home.”

“We are NEVER not home. It’s the fucking pandemic,” Daniel sighed angrily in frustration. He was a social kid and he was missing out on all kinds of high school activities this year. It wasn’t fair, and I got that. We’d only made it worse by adding this complication and I apologized.

“Look, I don’t care if you do it around here. We all already know about it. I think we were just worried Dad was hypnotizing you or something,” Daniel joked.

“Yeah, It’s kind of funny!” Cindy laughed.

I looked at Teddy, and he seemed amused, but he was shy around his brother and sister.

“I appreciate that, but your father and I discussed it and we overstepped,” I said.

“So, that means no more late night orgies with the Flinn’s?” Cindy mused.

“Oh, baby!! Hit me one more time,” Daniel pounded the table a few times and spoke in a high pitched imitation of a girl begging for rough sex.

I blushed and looked at Steve. We hadn’t discussed not seeing Mike and Marcie. In fact, we HAD discussed seeing other couples as well and broadening ourselves. I knew he didn’t want that relationship to end and frankly, neither did I.

“We’re probably going to continue to see them,” my husband admitted. “We can try to make arrangements to sleep over at their house some nights.”

“It’s cool, Dad. You guys really don’t have to stop,” Daniel spoke for the other three. It was a nice gesture on their part, and I appreciated the fact that they seemed so accommodating and understanding.

Steve jokingly told them he’d consider it, but it was obvious we were done with our dares. I have to admit that I was disappointed by that, but it had been impractical given that we shared the house with our kids and lived in such close quarters.

“Mom, do you actually like doing what dad tells you to do?” Teddy spoke up. He seemed skeptical that anyone would enjoying doing what they were told. Teddy is a helper and he likes to do what I tell him. I assumed he’d be the one in the family that would understand me best.

“Yes, I do,” I replied directly to my son. It was a simple question and the answer I gave was truthful. Steve wanted me to be direct this morning and not try to beat around the bush like I normally did.

“Even when he tells you to take off all of your clothes and go into the back yard?” Teddy asked. My son is fourteen and he isn’t totally naïve. However, I think he just needed to hear me say it to get his head wrapped around it.

I grinned and admitted that I did. There was no point in denying it. It wasn’t like I could say that I was forced into it.

“Then why can’t you keep doing it?” Teddy asked as if that should be obvious. I had been caught red-handed. As far as I was concerned – there were going to be no more games or dares.

“I might when you aren’t home, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Teddy,” I admitted sheepishly. I would have to give some thought to it. I really didn’t want to quit- but I didn’t want to involve my kids any more than I already had.

“Trust me, when we tell you that he’s been fascinated!” Cindy laughed with amusement.

“Yeah, it’s all he has talked about for a week,” Daniel admitted. Teddy blushed.

“Well, I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable either,” I offered a wintry smile. I felt a little sympathetic embarrassment for Teddy. I didn’t want his brother and sister to gang up on him and tease him.

“It’s not like we don’t know and haven’t seen you. Hell, I followed you all the way down to the stop sign with Teddy the other night. You did the chicken dance or something,” Daniel imitated the way I must have been flapping my arms and bending my knees.

I blushed and looked at my slippers – the very suggestion they were making was absurdly outrageous and strangely provocative.

“I don’t see any reason then to live a farce, if you already know,” Steve decided. I thought he was joking when he formally told me to drop my robe.

Steve and all of my family stared at me expectantly. I stood frozen and mortified.

“Are you sure?” I asked. It was my defense mechanism kicking in – I always feel compelled to ask a second time even though I knew exactly what Steve wanted me to do.

“They’ve already seen you naked. Take off the robe, Julie. I am not asking you,” Steve said sternly.

I reluctantly untied my robe and let it fall to the side. I had nothing on underneath. We’d slept naked together. My big tits were exposed. I took it all the way off and put it to the side on the back of a chair. “Slippers too,” Steve insisted that I take those off.

Steve looked up as if checking for meteors falling from the sky and pointed out the world did not end. “A naked woman in the house. Okay, is everyone comfortable?”

Daniel and Cindy chuckled their answers sarcastically, but Teddy seemed to look at me as if I were a super star celebrity. He seemed impressed with me. I smiled at him.

“If I tell your mom to wear panties only and go get the mail or do jumping jacks it’s because she likes being told what to do. Don’t you, Julie?”

“I do,” I admitted nervously. It was a humiliating confession, but strangely a weight was lifted off of my shoulders – the secret was out. It was so surreal standing in the bright light of my kitchen in the morning in he nude while everyone else was dressed in sweats and jammies.

“Bend over and grab your ankles,” Steve seemed determined to test my willingness to obey his orders. I did as instructed and grabbed my ankles. At least my big butt wasn’t facing the kitchen table. I was dripping wet though and I knew that despite it all – I was extremely turned on by what was happening (even if I didn’t fully understand why).

He placed his coffee cup on my back and used my back as a stand to hold it. “Now, can you handle that? or are you going to say that I am anti-women’s lib or something?” Steve asked Cindy.

“Hey, if mom is cuckoo enough for cocoa pops to do what you tell her, my only question is, can we boss her around?” Cindy was clearly joking. My asshole puckered at the very suggestion. I already cooked, cleaned and did most of the housework. What could they possibly “boss” me around to do other than sexual stuff? Surely, she didn’t want that!

“I don’t think so,” Steve smacked my butt playfully and told me that I could now stand as he took his coffee cup away after proving his point. I was glad my husband hadn’t furthered my humiliation by making me step and fetch for my daughter. She’d probably be a merciless task master.

“Okay, any other questions? I’ve got a meeting at 9am and I am running behind,” Steve asked if things were settled. I was shocked that they were settled just like that.

“Yes,” Teddy raised his hand to ask a question politely. Steve called on him like a teacher would in a class with a bemused expression on his face. “What’s up, Teddy?”

“This is a question for mom,” Teddy asked. “Last night I asked you if you liked putting your finger in your butt or if you liked doing what dad told you.”

I blushed, Daniel and Cindy cracked up, and Steve seemed ready to shut down the line of questioning.

“I was trying to understand if you like doing things because you are told, or because you want to do them anyway,” Teddy clarified his question. “Did you like bending over and having a cup of warm coffee on your back, or did you like being told to do it?”

“This is a deeper conversation than we probably have time for,” Steve began to defend me and defer the question.

I held up my hand and reminded my husband that he wanted me to be honest with my son. “When you asked me that question last night, I was to put on the spot to answer. Since our secret is out,” I extended my arms in front of me “then you can ask anything you like, and I’ll do my best to answer. I think it is a bit of both. I liked being told what to do, and I guess a part of me liked feeling useful or amusing or something as a table, I guess.”

I really hadn’t processed what I got out of the power exchange with my husband. I just knew that I had been incredibly turned on and a part of me really liked giving pleasure more than I liked receiving it – even if I was desperate to be touched and play with myself. I felt my answer was as honest as possible and Teddy deserved to be taken seriously if he really wanted to know what I got out of it.

“So, you liked being told to bend over and grab your ankles?” Teddy tried to make sense of my response.

“Yes, I guess so,” I smiled at him. There was no point in hiding that fact from them now.

“Yet, you would only like it if Dad told you to grab your ankles but not if Cindy told you?” Teddy asked.

I really hadn’t thought about it. I told him that I wouldn’t.

“It sounds more like YOU want to tell Mom to grab her ankles, Scro!” Daniel teased his little brother and tickled his ribs. My husband and I had to get ready for work. That ended the conversation.

“Can I get dressed?” I whispered to my husband through clenched teeth.

“Do you have any Zoom meetings?” he asked.

“No,” I admitted, but even If I did have some scheduled, I wasn’t going to be on camera with my tits exposed. I had agreed to the deal to do what my husband told me. That was simply a line I wouldn’t cross- at least, I was fairly certain that he wouldn’t push it and make me.