Chapter 1

I’m the “Honorable Justice” Benjamin Brown, a judge recently retired from the State Supreme Court. I was on the city’s 4th circuit briefly, then decided to move to the night court, for personal scheduling reasons. I mainly handled divorces and other family law way back then.

This might turn out to be a long story, but I’ll give you most of the major points first. In the next chapters, I’ll give more detail, and see how many pages or books the most notable or enjoyable parts of my life fill. In my old age, my eyes have mostly failed me, so I’m dictating this for transcription. My youngest grandson has promised to only make this story public after everybody involved is gone.

My best friends Ronald and Joseph have known me since we were all five. I saw them arguing over a toy truck they found in a park sandbox. I thought the truck was great too and solved the issue by offering each of them half my pocketful of candy for it. It was a great deal. The truck is still somewhere in my basement waiting for my grandkids’ children to return.

As adults, Ron and Joe were a plastic surgeon and a mechanical engineer. Ron’s wife Alice, Joe’s wife Rebecca, and my Marie all joined our circle of close friends when we started dating them at 16. Our final year of high school, we had a triple-date that turned into a drunken orgy of a three-day-weekend. We were wild and free, and in the mood to party and experiment. We smoked cigarettes, drank a lot of beer, wine, and booze, and tried a few substances which might have been illegal in some areas at the time. All six of us had sex with each other. I climaxed in all five of their mouths, all five of their rectums, and gave each vagina at least two doses of sperm.

I realized I wasn’t a fan of giving blowjobs or having a cock in my ass, and the guys agreed. The girls weren’t as opposed to having sexy fun with each other, but decided they were closer to straight than bisexual too. To all our joy, we discovered Joe, Ron, and I liked sharing a woman, even all three of us doing her at the same time, and the girls loved it.

Once we were all 18, we had our weddings at the same church on the same day. We thought about going to Europe on our honeymoon. Alice showed her financial sense and convinced us with, “Why fly all the way to Europe, if we’re only going to see the hotel room anyway? Instead of buying plane tickets, why not make it a two-week honeymoon here, instead of one week?

We spent 12 wonderful days on a pair of beds we pushed together at a hotel across town. Most of the honeymoon was a clusterfuck, a joyous, loving, wonderfully hot clusterfuck; not the bad kind.

We realized our lives were eternally intertwined, socially and sexually. On the way home, we made the deal we lived by for over two decades. None of us would kiss or have sex with anybody outside our group of six. Any night one of our ladies was feeling amorous, she could invite the other two couples over for some bedtime fun. If a husband was interested and his wife wasn’t, he was free to go stag. Our deal worked out amazingly well. I highly recommend it for anybody who can trust their partners and handle jealousy.

After the newness of our marriages wore off, each lady was usually in the mood two or three times a week, and the three of us were ready to go nearly every night. That meant each woman got sex with two or three guys any time she wanted, and sometimes another girl. We guys got sex almost every night for over twenty years, and the variety and excitement of having three women who didn’t look much alike. Once we finished our educations and started careers, we bought homes on the same block in a suburb. We did it for convenience, for the sake of travel costs and the environment, and mostly for our sanity. Long late-night drives several times a week didn’t appeal to any of us.

We didn’t care much whose baby belonged to which man, and each wife resumed birth control after the two or three kids they each wanted. Eventually we took tests for medical reasons and found out Ron was sterile, but he loved and took care of his son and daughter like they were his own.

Everything went great for a couple of decades, until our kids grew up and our wives started approaching menopause in their 40’s. For a while, Ron, Joe, and I survived on sex only once or twice a week. We didn’t want to divorce or cheat but felt the need to do something.

All our children had grown up and started lives of their own, so our wives were feeling lonely with ‘empty nests’. They became very affectionate and clingy but rarely wanted sex, a terrible combination for their mates.

A couple nights a week we guys would get together in Joe’s ‘Man Cave’ above his garage and jerk off as we watched porn, using whatever sports game was on as an excuse. Afterward, we’d go home and cuddle with our wives as we fell asleep. We told a few fibs, but we never cheated. It wasn’t ideal, but it helped keep our marriages together.

The best thing that ever happened to us was another couple’s divorce.

The most surprising, horrifying, and arousing day of my life was when I met Sunny, a girl who was only 15 at the time. It was only my first week on the bench, and third case as a judge. Her parents were divorcing, and both wanted custody of her. As a stroke of luck, the social worker assigned to her was Rebecca, a lover of mine who was married to one of my best buddies, Joe.

The case had barely started when Rebecca asked to approach the bench. “Approach.” I motioned her and the attorneys forward.

She said, “The daughter, Sunny would like to speak with the judge privately. May she?”

I had them and the girl follow me to chambers, along with the court reporter. I wondered why the kid was carrying such a comically large purse.

In my chambers, Sunny said, “I have some important stuff and big evidence, but I’ll only give it to the judge alone. Nobody else.”

I said, “The normal process is that attorneys for both parties, a court reporter, and a social worker are present when a child is deposed. Are you sure you can’t just tell me with them here?”

She shook her head, “No, just you.”

“I can’t be in a room with you alone. Would it be alright if the attorneys left, and you talk to me with your social worker, Rebecca? She’ll be in the room, but over there.”

“I guess. Okay.”

When Rebecca had a seat in the far corner of the office and the others left, Sunny quietly said, “I don’t want to live with my Dad or my Mom. I want to live with somebody nice, like Rebecca. Or maybe you. You’re pretty hot for an old guy.”

“WHAT? Did I hear you correctly, young lady?” I was shocked and a little offended. I was 43, not old. I was ashamed that I thought she would be ‘hot’ soon, too.

“Yeah. I think you’re hot. If you let me live with Rebecca and her guy Joe, I’ll give you a blowjob.”

I was totally thrown off the tracks. “Um ... this ... this is ... highly irregular...”

“Or if I can live with you, I’ll suck you a lot. You can even fuck me. It hurt when one of my boyfriends did my butt and he has a small dick. You’ll have to wait until I’m bigger for anal, but I’ll do it. If you’re married, I can do sex stuff for your wife too. Please?”

“Gah! Uh!...”

I saw my hands were bright red, my pulse pounded in my temples, and my mouth was suddenly dry. I felt like I was choking. I coughed several times and reached for a glass of water. I knew I had to tell her ‘No’ and struggled to find the right words. I actually wanted to say ‘Yes’.

Rebecca laughed and walked over. “You did great, sweetie. Please go sit where I was.”

Rebecca quietly said, “April fools! You should have seen the look on your face!”

I chuckled a little and relaxed. I needed the stress relief badly. “You got me. You got me really good.” I laughed some more.

She paused. “Except it’s still March. She was serious.”

“WA ... WHAT?”

“Sorry, I had to calm you down somehow. Sunny was being serious. I’m calling the couples together tonight, at my house. I think this girl is the solution to most of our problems. I talked to Alice and Marie already, and they agree. All of us want another kid, since ours have all moved away. What do you think about Ron and Alice fostering her, and you boys sharing her for some fun? We wives will be happy to take care of her most of the time.”

“Uh ... um...” I swallowed hard. I was trying to decide which of the many ways the idea was illegal or wrong was most important.

“Do you think Ron and Joe will like her?”

My best pals and I would never harm anyone intentionally, but did have a thing for teen girls. We liked adult women too, but the cuteness of their large eyes and small noses and ears, and their small breasts did something special to us.

I nodded. “Very much, but the legality...”

She said, “I checked that too. Ron’s son Andrew is gay and single. I’ve talked to him and in exchange for a new car, he’s willing to marry her when she turns 16, then give you consent for bedroom activities with her. Once they’re married and Andrew gives his consent, Sunny can give you her sexual consent in the future.”

“Um ... and? I know you well enough to tell there’s something else.”

She leaned close and whispered, “And she’s perfect for you. She likes sex with girls too, and she smokes like a chimney when she can get away with it.”

“WOW!”

I loved to watch lesbians and had a smoking fetish. I knew I had to have the pretty little teen, legal or not. It would probably even be legal.