Chapter 17

Jim arrived back at Sue’s house mid-morning, pulling into the driveway just as Sue, Taylor, and Ronnie were heading out the door. “Hi, Dad. Where have you been?” Sue asked.

“Granddad, did you stay over at Cassie’s? Have you been a naughty boy?” teased his granddaughter.

“Mind your manners, little girl, and show some respect for your elders. After I drove her home last night, I went back to my house and got a good night’s sleep. I could hear your snoring even if I slept down in the basement,” he replied. “Is that how you raise your daughter?” he asked Sue as he hugged her.

Sue caught an unmistakable whiff of Cassie’s perfume as she hugged her father-in-law. Whispering into his ear, she said, “Nice cologne, Dad. Chanel?” Jim drew back in silent surprise, blushing that the secret was out.

Taylor stuck her tongue out at him while her mother and aunt laughed. Jim replied in kind then went inside. Once in the car, Taylor asked, “So, did he get laid?”

Her mother laughed. “Yes, he got laid.”

“Damn well, too, if you ask me,” commented her sister.

Inside the house, Jim found Harry Junior and Frank washing the breakfast dishes and doing chores. “The girls went out shopping,” explained Frank. “Hold on to your credit cards, they had a pretty determined look in their eyes.”

“CHARGE ... it!” cried his nephew.

The three men puttered around the house until after lunch, after which they found themselves watching a football bowl game on the television. One by one they fell asleep, worn out by their labors of the previous night. Unbeknownst to Jim, the rest of the household had enjoyed another orgy night in Sue’s bedroom.

After nine, Sue had invited the others to come to her room for the evening. She had explained how Cassie was to call her if Jim escaped her wanton clutches, which would give them ample warning to clean up and go to their own rooms. Then she had begun undressing, promptly followed by the others. Naked they had crawled onto the king-sized bed.

“So, who’s first?” asked her cocky son, as his sister slowly stroked his balls.

Ronnie answered, “Think of us as a small golf course. There’s nine holes, and you two guys have to play as many rounds as you can.” Reaching over, she had caressed her husband’s stiffness. “You really don’t want to know the penalty for missing a stroke.”

“Well, just call us the pros from Dover,” said Frank. He lay down on the bed and Harry Junior reclined next to him. Their cocks were pointing at Sue’s ceiling. “Oh, caddy!”

Nobody got much sleep that night. Even Sue’s oversized bed was inadequate to sleep five active people, but as soon as somebody started drifting off, another two or three people would start going at it again and wake everybody up. Surprisingly, the women felt invigorated by it all, and got up early to go bargain hunting. Frank and Harry Junior felt like death warmed over all through lunch.

When Ronnie, Taylor, and Sue came home, they found the three men sound asleep in the living room, the evening news playing on the TV. Jim had crashed on the floor, snoring under a tented newspaper over his face, Frank was curled up in the La-Z-Boy, and Harry Junior lay face down on the couch, a quilt pulled over his body.

“Well, of all the nerve! Look at these lazy guys!” exclaimed Taylor. None of the men woke at the intrusion. “We do all the work, and they take naps.”

“I know how to wake them up,” quipped Ronnie. “Cover your ears.” She walked to the television set and turned the volume up to its highest setting. The guys bolted from their positions like they had been struck by lightning.

“What’d you do that for?” asked Frank once the volume had been turned down.

“Where’s dinner? Why isn’t the table set? Did anybody do the wash? Do we have to do all the work around here?” demanded Sue.

“Hey, if I wanted abuse, I’d get married. Oh, yeah, I did that already,” he replied, ducking as his wife took a swing at him.

“Yeah, Uncle Frank? You volunteered, I got drafted,” commented Harry Junior.

“You’re not only in the coffin, son, you bought it as well,” said Jim.

The three men were hectored into the kitchen, whereupon the women took their numerous purchases upstairs. A simple supper of leftover turkey was served around the kitchen table. Everyone went to their own beds early.