Chapter 11

Several days passed after my clandestine encounter with Amber. As has become the norm, my brain and my penis remained in an ongoing battle of wills. My brain continually told me that what I was engaging in was wrong on so many levels and could lead only to disaster. However, my penis continued to get hard anytime I thought about what it felt like to fuck Amber or Dylan. And most of the time, the smaller head won the battle.

I received an email from Peter yesterday saying he needed to talk and asking me to come over after dinner. When I got there his was the only car in the driveway. He greeted me at the door and led me down to his home office, where I couldn't help recall was where he and I first jerked off together watching the video of our girls that started all the craziness we were in the midst of. I was of course curious about what Peter wanted to talk about. He got right to the point.

"Frank, there's something I really need to talk to you about," he began. "It's not something I feel good about ... well, at the time it ... I just ... I don't know, I..."

"Pete, it's o.k.," I said reassuringly. "What is it?" He took a breath and continued.

"Frank, I was with Dylan a couple of days ago." He waited to see how I would react. I was pretty sure he didn't know I had been with Amber, which was probably why he seemed so nervous. But I thought it best to let him continue. I simply nodded indicating he should go on. "I feel so guilty, Frank. I feel like I should have told you or, asked you or something. But I swear, she came to me! I didn't seek her out!" A big wave of déjà 'vu hit me at that point.

"Really, Peter? What happened?" I asked, trying to mask a host of feelings, some good and some not as good. He took a deep breath and proceeded with his story.

"Do you remember Dylan sleeping over at our house a few days ago?" I nodded. In fact, I remembered it was just the other night ... the evening of the day I had fucked Amber in the townhouse. "Well, I'm not sure what time it was, but I know I had been sound asleep when I felt, you know ... sexual arousal."

"A hard-on," I chimed in.

"Right. And you know, that happens sometimes. And I was still asleep, so I wasn't even thinking. I was just aware of it. But the feeling kept-up and it started waking me up. As I came to consciousness, I could tell that I was being stroked. I thought at first that I was dreaming. Then I figured that Samantha had woken up and felt amorous and that she was starting something."

"But she wasn't, I gather?"

"No, it wasn't Sam." I was starting to get a sense of where this was going. "As I became more aware, I felt that the blankets were off me, that my dick was sticking out of the front of my boxers, and that it was being slowly stroked." He paused to take another deep breath. "Then I realized that Sam was sound asleep next to me. When that reality sunk-in I became instantly awake. And as my brain came out of the fog, I realized that Dylan was kneeling next to my side of the bed. It was pretty dark, but there was moonlight shining in the window. I knew right away it was her. She must have uncovered me and taken it out of my shorts and she was looking at me while she jerked it."

"Holy shit," I responded, unable to think of anything else to say.

"I know. I was shocked enough that she was there doing it. But then it hit me that Samantha was right there. I mean, I knew it. But then I was like, 'SHIT! My daughter's best friend ... her YOUNG best friend is playing with my cock while my WIFE is asleep next to me!' I wanted to ask Dylan what the hell she was doing, but I was afraid I would wake Sam up."

"No kidding. Wow, Pete. I don't know what to say." My eloquence was still intact. "What did you do?"

"I was afraid to say anything out loud, so I whispered as best I could, asking her what she was doing. Dylan just started jerking me harder. I was so confused. I took her hand to stop her so I could figure out why she was there." Peter seemed to be recollecting the moment. "When I put my hand on Dylan's, she stopped jerking but still held my dick firmly in her hand. I realized that it felt really, really good. I had a flash of sanity and I almost stopped her. But then I let out a sigh and started moving her hand again. I feel like such an idiot, Frank."

"It's o.k., Pete. Really." He looked at me, still seeming nervous. I wondered whether I should tell him about Amber, but I decided to wait. "So, what happened then?"

"She jerked me harder, for another minute or so. Then she leaned her face close to me and whispered in my year. 'Daddy Peter ... I can't stop thinking about you. I want you inside me. I want you inside me right now.' She moved like she was gonna climb on top of me. As great as her hand felt, I knew it would be totally insane to do it right there with her, with Sam in the same damned bed! I mean, she's a pretty sound sleeper, but shit!"

"Yea, that would be pretty risky."

"Damn right. I was still afraid to talk, but since she was so close I could at least whisper, 'Dylan ... no way! Not with Samantha right here. NO!' She made kind of a whiny, pouty little noise which I have to say was really sexy. Then she whispered that she wanted to be my little slut. And that if I wouldn't fuck my little slut, then she would have to give me a blowjob right next to my wife."

I got a weird feeling about Dylan telling Peter she wanted to be his slut. I'll admit a few brief pangs of jealousy. But those didn't last long. What did register was the fact that Amber, who often acted like a little slut, didn't want to be treated that way by me when she wanted me to make love to her. And now, Dylan, the non-slutty one wanted to be Peter's slut. It didn't seem like this could be coincidence.

"So what did you do?" I asked Peter.

"There wasn't much I could do, really. She got up off of her knees and moved toward the foot of the bed. I got nervous as hell when she put one of her legs on the bed so she could get in position. Sam stirred, but kept snoring a little, so I knew she was still asleep. Then Dylan, well ... she gave me a blowjob. And Frank, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but it was mind-blowing."

"Really?"

"Oh, yea. I know she hasn't done as much as Amber, but ... oh, I shouldn't say these things..."

"It's really o.k., Pete. But what?"

"I was going to say, she hasn't done as much with guys as Amber, but she sure knows how to suck." I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm so sorry, Frank. I feel so guilty. Dylan sucked me off in my bed, next to Samantha. With the other kids in the house! What's wrong with me?" I couldn't leave him on the guilt hook any longer.

"Pete, seriously ... I don't mind at all. And I totally understand."

"You don't? I mean, you do? I mean ... shit ... it's really o.k.?"

"Yes, it's really o.k ... for two reasons."

"Yea? What reasons, Frank?"