Chapter 20

As soon as Mindy, Cindy, Michelle, Ruby, and I were through the sliding door to the backyard, Anjali and Nina were up and walking my way. Apparently, they wanted to give me another hello hug.

However, I said to the two girls, “That last hug still stands. Let’s not get into inappropriate behavior here.” So that stopped the hugging.

I must admit though that it was a lot easier for me to take a stand now that I’d calmed down and my erection was gone. I did wonder how long that situation would last though. Since I hadn’t had a chance to climax with Mindy, my dick probably felt like it had “unfinished business.” I was liable to get erect easily, which was the exact opposite of what I’d wanted.

I sat down at the patio table. The others had already eaten a lunch cooked on the barbecue grill, but they’d saved some food for me. So I started to dig in.

I became the center of attention from the moment I showed up. Before, the ladies were scattered all over the pool area, some of them tanning on lounge chairs, some of them actually in the pool. None of them had been sitting at the patio table. But now, EVERYBODY crammed around the table, as if watching me eat was the most interesting thing they could do. We had to squeeze together to fit Michelle, Ruby, Sue Ellen, Nicky, Cindy, Mindy, Nina, Anjali, Monique, and me. Cindy sat on one side of me and Mindy on the other.

Once again, I accidentally sat in the “wrong seat.” Mindy had to correct me and point me to the right one.

Unfortunately, Nicky had noticed this happen at least once before since she’d arrived, and she asked, “Why does Dad have to sit there? All the seats look the same to me.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. It could potentially open up a whole can of worms.

But Mindy had no such reservations. She said brightly, “It’s part of a birthday gift I got him. You see, some months back, he was commenting about how much he loved seats that recline all the way back, like an easy chair. So I thought, ‘What my hubby wants is what my hubby gets.’ It was time we got all new furniture anyway, so while I was doing that, I arranged for one of each set to recline like an easy chair. See?”

With that, she adjusted the lever on the side of my seemingly normal chair. Sure, enough, I tilted way back.

As I tilted the chair back upright, I thought, “What my hubby wants is what my hubby gets?” Yeah, right! I sure don’t remember asking for the new furniture. Lately, I only get what I want if it meshes with her cucquean fantasies! Sheesh. Things need to change.

The tricky thing is that nearly all of the stuff she “forces” on me turns out to be pretty pleasurable. Like this chair. It is pretty neat how it tilts back. And of course: four cock slaves! The best “gift” EVER!

The girls in particular seemed very impressed with the chair.

I hoped the others didn’t notice, but Michelle and Ruby seemed downright aroused, simply because of the brief chair display! Luckily everyone else was looking at me and my reclining chair, so I was the only one to notice that the Hellions were hungrily licking their lips. It occurred to me that they were probably imagining the things they could do to me and my dick while I was comfortably tilted back like that.

Mindy proceeded to talk some more about the new furniture. In so doing, she managed to make the fact that there was a special chair just for me in every room seem perfectly normal, and part of her birthday gift.

Most importantly, I noticed that Nicky was soaking it all in without suspicion. She didn’t even ask any more questions. Luckily, Mindy and I had a history of giving each other some expensive and/or creative birthday gifts, and the sexual advantages of the new furniture were far from obvious. So, upon reflection, it occurred to me that there wasn’t much to get suspicious about.

We’d run out of juice, and I wasn’t the only one who wanted more. So I volunteered to go to the kitchen, and I recruited Nicky to help me.

In fact, that was just a thinly veiled excuse so I could talk to Nicky alone. Once she and I were in the kitchen, I said to her quietly, “I want you to know we were having a secret family meeting upstairs, and it wasn’t really about the Hellions getting in trouble. We would have included you, but we needed someone to watch over our guests. I want to update you now though.”

Nicky nodded in understanding.

Since I’d gone back outside, I’d been able to keep my dick in check. But being in close proximity with Nicky - and her amazing red bikini - was too much excitement for my unsatisfied penis. It got fully erect with startling speed. The only good thing was that I had been anticipating that, based on how she had been affecting me lately. As a result, I was standing with my belly pressed up against the edge of the kitchen counter before I even started speaking. My dick had room to do whatever it wanted, even pop out of my far too small bathing suit, and she’d never be the wiser.

She stood kitty corner to me, in front of the refrigerator, so there was only a little bit of counter top between us. But I was sure it was more than enough to block her view of my crotch, thank God.

I continued, “We were just discussing whether or not we should share the fact that Cindy is my mistress with your four friends out there. The vote was a unanimous yes. Your sisters were very vocal in claiming their friends could be trusted with a secret. They said that they’ve proven themselves by keeping big secrets in the past. And you know how they come around a lot to hang out and lounge around the pool. Cindy would like it very much if she didn’t have to act like she was ‘in the closet’ whenever one of them are here.”

I concluded, “That said, it’s something we ALL have to agree on. So, if you’re not ready for that now, or ever, just let me know and we won’t say a thing.”

Nicky said easily enough, “Nah, it’s okay with me. I think it’s a good idea, actually. Besides, I’m not that close with Monique anymore since we go to colleges in different states, but I can see Michelle and Ruby are still really close with Anjali and Nina, and it seems Sue Ellen is like their new best friend all of a sudden. I’m sure they’ll be visiting a lot this summer. So it would be really tough to keep a secret like that from them. And I fully trust them too. Oh! Except ... maybe for Sue Ellen. I don’t know her that well.”

I had been carefully listening to her speak, but when she was done, I found myself thinking, Gaawwwd, her breasts are gigantic! They don’t jut out like Michelle’s twin torpedoes, but in terms of sheer volume, they might almost be as large. So round and full! How did that happen? When I saw her at Christmas, I would have guessed she wore a C-cup at absolute most. But then again, she was bundled up like an Eskimo.

I caught myself staring at her chest, and a silence had gone on for a second or two too long. I rallied and nodded. I tried to make it seem like I was just seriously contemplating the whole sharing of secrets issue. “I’m glad to hear that. And don’t worry about Sue Ellen. Your sisters say she can be trusted the most of all. So, if it’s okay with you, there’s no time like the present. We’ll hit them with the news right now.”

Nicky shyly bit her lip, but she nodded back.

I noticed her reluctance. I also repeatedly noticed her deep cleavage. My raging boner was doing a lot of noticing in particular. But I forced myself to maintain eye contact as I replied, “Are you sure you’re really ready for this? We don’t have to do this now, you know. What you think and how you feel matters the world to me. I don’t want you to feel like you’ve been railroaded into this.”

She responded more resolutely, “Don’t worry, I’m good. Like I said, I’m sure they can be trusted. Besides, I’d like this to come out while I’m still here. That way, I can talk to Monique about it, face to face. I’m really curious to get her perspective.”

“Okay. You sure?”

She nodded. Then, sensing the conversation was over, she stepped towards me with her arms outstretched. “Thanks, Dad, for consulting me about this first.”

My belly was still pressed up against the edge of the counter. As I returned my attention to my troublesome hard-on, I realized that my cockhead had popped free of my skimpy bathing suit in the last minute or two. I really, really needed a new suit, and soon!

There was no way I could hug her like that. So I faked a little bit of a cough attack to by some time. When it ended, I acted as if I was in trouble and asked her, “Could you be a dear and get me some water?”

“Sure thing.” She was closer to the sink and the cups. She got a cup and poured the water from the sink’s water filter into it.

That bought me time to furtively tuck my boner back into my swimsuit. I pulled away from the counter and looked down at my crotch to confirm that I was presentable down there. With that accomplished, I walked around the counter closer to her and braced myself for the hug. Hugs were getting to be dangerous things!

It so happened that she wasn’t done getting my water, since it had only taken me a few seconds to adjust my erection as soon as her back was turned. That left me some glorious moments where I was standing right behind her and able to freely ogle her ass. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help myself!

GOD! What an ass! I know I said this yesterday, but it’s true: she has the best ass in the whole harem! Er, I mean, in the whole family. Her big breasts are amazing hidden treasures, but her ass is even more of a revelation. It’s like Michelle’s jutting torpedoes, but for the ass! Gaawwwd, I must be babbling and repeating myself, but it’s not easy to come to grips with an ass like that. And don’t use the word “grip.” Damn, it would be so easy to reach out and knead and fondle! But I can’t! Not now, not ever! Look only!

Needless to say, this wasn’t helping my thick pole calm down at all. But at least I was being mindful not to let another accidental exposure happen.

It seemed to take an unusually long amount of time for her to fill my glass of water, or maybe that was just my imagination, with my lusty thoughts running wild. In any case, she finally turned back around, handed me the glass with a big smile, and I drank it down with one big help.

Then she opened her arms for a hug again, and said, “Like I was saying, thanks, Dad!”

This time, I was able to smile back and wrap my arms around her back. I carefully leaned in just enough so she wouldn’t be able to press against my boner. That little trick was a real lifesaver! “Sure thing, Muffin. Anything for you. You opinion matters a lot to me. In fact, with this issue, nothing matters more. I don’t want you to feel weird about Cindy and me.”

Happily, I was able to sound like a normal man (I hope), but my heart was racing and my mind was reeling, mostly due to the way her huge tits were pressing against my chest. It seemed downright bizarre to me that a hug like this was supposed to be “platonic,” because it sure didn’t feel that way! I was painfully aware of the fact that between my swimsuit and her bikini, we hardly had enough material to cover a napkin. I had to be very, very careful to keep my hand in the middle of her back instead of sliding down to cup her luscious ass cheeks. It was a kind of erotic torture!

She chuckled at my last comment. “Oh, sure. Don’t feel weird. How can I not feel weird about the fact that my dad has taken a mistress, with my mom’s full approval?!” She pulled back from the kiss to make eye contact with me.

I was also painfully aware that that put her lips only few inches away from mine. God help me, but I was sorely tempted to lean in and give her the kiss of her life! There’s just no easy way to deal with having a busty bombshell for a daughter!

However, I stayed in control, and said, “I know, I know. There’s no way it can’t be weird. But I thank you for being cool about it. I was really worried. Most daughters would have totally freaked out.”

She grinned enigmatically. “Yeah, but most daughters don’t have YOU for a father. Frankly, I’m not too surprised, what with all the Dan legends. It’s almost more surprising that this sort of thing didn’t happen years ago.”

I was pretty sure what she meant, but I played dumb anyway. “‘Dan legends?’”

She looked up into my eyes without any shyness or hesitation. However, a blush was starting to spread across her cheeks. “Yes, Dan legends. Certainly you must have some clue about those. I’ve had a lot of weirdness to deal with, having to hear all the stories about your great sexual prowess, as well as your ... physical attributes. Daddy, I don’t know if you know this, but the word on the street is that you’re an unstoppable sex machine! All my friends are head over heels in love with you!”

That shocked the hell out of me. I blurted out without thinking, “YOUR friends?! I thought it was Michelle’s friends, and Ruby’s friends. Your friends are ... well ... more bookish.”

She laughed easily. She seemed in fine spirits even though her face was still reddening. And she seemed very comfortable in my arms, with her enormous tits pressing into my chest. “Yeah, them too. Especially them, but my friends also. Even ‘bookish’ girls have fantasies, you know. Everybody has some ideal dreamboat man they dream about.”

She suddenly became shy and turned her head away.

I didn’t understand why, but I tried to roll with the punches. I tilted my head down and kissed her nose affectionately. Then I gave her a firm squeeze and broke the hug. That was a secret relief for me, because I was in constant danger of having her reposition and brush up against my outrageously bulging lump in my swimsuit. Worse, I was so aroused that the cockhead could potentially pop free at any time.

I said, calmly, “Thanks for being cool about all that too. I’m sure you’ve had to deal with a lot of weirdness down the years because your crazy parents happen to be a couple of randy buggers.”

She laughed, but nervously this time. “Yeah, well, now it’s what, ‘parents and mistress?’ DaaaAAAAaaad! I still can’t believe you and Cindy...” She poked me in the chest, but in more of a playful way. “You naughty, naughty man!”

I tried to play that off in a jokey way. I stepped back to make room, and then stretched my arms straight out in front of me and tried to act like Frankenstein. “Me ... horny! Want ... wooo-man! Where is wooo-man?!” I staggered around, but mostly staying in place. I definitely didn’t want to “catch” Nicky, or that would just lead to more trouble.

She had a good laugh, and the nervousness seemed to vanish from her face. She playfully swiped a hand in my direction, as if trying to slap me. “Oh, you! You’re such a goofball. Though that’s not far from your reputation. Now, let’s go back to the others. You’ll find a lot of ‘wooo-man’ there.”

I pretended to be an idiot who only understood the word “wooo-man.” I turned my head this way and that and sniffed the air. “Woo-man?! Where is wooo-man?”

She laughed some more, and then walked around me. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

I kept up the Frankenstein walk a little more, happy to make her laugh.

Once we were back outside, my walking returned to normal and I thought, Phew! That didn’t go like I thought it would at all. The conversation did, but getting close to her one-on-one like that is downright dangerous! At least when she’s in that bikini. We’ve gotta put her back in normal clothes!

Yet, even as I was trying to think respectable things, I was walking slightly behind her due to my Frankenstein antics, which meant I had a prime view of her ass cheeks as they undulated with each step she took. I don’t know if it was just me, but it seemed as if she was walking much slower than usual, forcing me to walk slower to continue to enjoy the view.

Lord have mercy! Seriously, my heart can’t take it! If only she wasn’t my daughter! God, if she was one of my daughter’s friends, I swear I’d be upstairs right now, fucking the hell out of her, in every orifice! DAMN! And I wouldn’t stop there! I’d make her my cock slave, in a New York minute! But she IS my daughter! I can’t think those thoughts. I can’t! I can’t!

Oh God, but just look at that ass! That little triangle of red has ridden up into her ass, making it look like a G-string. Fuck me! What perfect ass cheeks, ripe for the squeezing. But I can’t think like that! I can’t, dammit!

Soon, we were all sitting around the patio table again. It took a while, but my erection eventually subsided. I had to consciously look into the distance most of the time, because everywhere I looked was another titillating sight. I hoped the others just figured I was tired and spacing out.

After some more idle small talk, plus eating and drinking, I decided it was time to drop the bomb. I said, “I have an announcement to make. You may be wondering what us Coopers were discussing upstairs a little while ago, and why Cindy was with us. And you probably saw some hushed discussion between Nicky and I in the kitchen. We were talking about something important and trying to decide if it’s something to share with you.”

I looked pointedly at Anjali, Nina, Sue Ellen, and Monique. I asked them, “The most important question is, can we trust you to keep an important secret?”

The four of them pretty much fell all over each other in their eagerness to show that they could be trusted. They said the right things. I was impressed at how well Sue Ellen matched the actions and looks of the other three.

But Michelle didn’t seem to think that was good enough. She and Ruby took them from the table and quietly talked with them as a group for a few minutes. It was too far for me to hear what they were saying, but their faces looked serious and intense. It looked like she was making them make a blood oath or something!

Soon, they all returned and sat back down. Except for Michelle, who remained standing in order to dramatically announce, “We’re good. I’d trust them with my life now. And they already knew the grave consequences of screwing up.” She gazed menacingly at each of them before smiling beatifically back at me.

I was secretly amused. You don’t want to get on Michelle’s bad side. It’s funny how someone so sexually submissive can be so domineering in most other respects.

And God, what a BABE! What is it with me today? I’m so horny. But seriously, she’s just as dangerously tempting in her yellow bikini. Look at how her tits stand straight out, without any support from those little triangle of fabric.

Damn, I need to go off alone and clear my head because I just start up and fondling random girls! And the thing is, my wife would absolutely ADORE if it I did just that! Ugh. I really should have had an orgasm upstairs, while I had the chance.

Once Michelle sat down, I gathered my wits and said, “Okay, now that we’ve got that sorted out, I’ll bet you’re wondering what the big deal is all about. I’m just going to come out and say it point blank: Mindy and I are still very much in love and very happily married, but, with Mindy’s full approval, I’ve taken Cindy as a lover too. In fact, I now consider her my official mistress, and a part of our family.”

You could have heard a pin drop. Anjali, Nina, and Monique sat there with their eyes bugged out and their jaws hanging open in almost comical fashion. Sue Ellen didn’t look as shocked at first, but then she eyed how the others looked and copied their expression. That slight mistake on her part didn’t matter though, since everyone was staring right at me.

After a painfully long pause, Anjali looked around as if searching for pranksters to announce it was all a joke. She finally asked, “Is that really true?!”

“It is,” Mindy said in a no-nonsense tone.

That resulted in a lot of ooohs and aaahs. Clearly, they considered this pretty big news. They were still too stunned to even know what to ask or say.

I was surprised by the lack of a more visible reaction from any of them. But, on the plus side, I was getting more into a kind of emotional crisis mode, which helped me from getting sidetracked with arousing distractions.

After another painfully long pause, Nina asked Mindy, “And you’re okay with that?”

Mindy replied with supreme confidence, “Yes! Definitely!”

Nina seemed incredulous. “But ... you’re his wife!”

Mindy sighed, and then went into a long explanation. It was very similar to the explanation that Nicky had been given yesterday.

That was old news to me, as well as the rest of us who had heard it before. But we waited patiently until Mindy finished.

Then the inevitable questioning period began. Mindy and Cindy fielded most of those, but I got asked a few, and even our three daughters had to give some answers about what they knew and when. Nina brought up how I’d French kissed and fondled Cindy the last time she and Anjali was here, and pointed out how that was a mystery than now made sense. Apparently, Mindy had led a sort of cover up about that afterwards, but now the air was cleared.

From time to time, I nibbled at my tofu sandwich, since the big shock of the news had worn off and we were winding down to a normal conversation. My dick remained stubbornly stiff, and that wasn’t likely to chance with so many gorgeous bikini-clad women surrounding me, but it wasn’t throbbing needfully like it had been earlier when I’d been in the kitchen with Nicky.

During one of her answers, Mindy made a casual mention of Cindy being my “first mistress.” That was a clever hook to make sure the right question was asked.

Sure enough, the girls picked up on that. But I was mildly surprised that Nicky was the one who asked, “Dad, Mom just said that Cindy is your ‘first mistress.’ What does that mean?! Does that mean you might have other mistresses eventually?!”

This was a tricky question, especially with Nicky asking it. I had to clear my mouth of food first so I could answer it at length.

The others waited with bated breath to hear what I would say. Suddenly, everyone seemed to be on edge again!

Finally, I said, “Mindy, Cindy, and I are very happy with how this arrangement stands right now. So there’s no need to change anything. That said, the bottom line is that anything is possible, I suppose. But Cindy becoming my mistress is a very new development. We’re not going to try to mess around with more complications when we’re still figuring out how a ‘wife plus mistress’ system works. Besides, I, for one, couldn’t be happier with the status quo. So why mess with success?”

I added, “And that’s not even to mention the difficulties any additional lovers could cause my daughters. For instance, what would people think if word of that got out? That would put a lot of pressure on them.”

My goal was to hint at the possibility that I could have a second mistress, but leave it as a very REMOTE possibility. I hoped that’s how my answer was interpreted.

But Mindy was a little more enthusiastic, and she was ready to drop more hints. She added, “That’s all true. However, I’m enjoying sharing my husband with a mistress so much that at this point I wouldn’t mind at all if we add another mistress eventually. Of course, my feelings could change. And that assumes it would be someone as wonderful as Cindy. We’re opening our minds to non-traditional ideas, knowing that our marital bond will be rock solid no matter what. For instance, there’s always the possibility of simply inviting other women to our bed from time to time.”

That last comment was a big eye-opener for everyone! Even I was surprised she dared to go there so soon.

Nicky reacted with dismay. “MoooooOOOOoooom! How can you say that?! Here I am just getting used to the Cindy-as-mistress idea, and then you hit me with that double whammy on top of it?!”

I got a bit lost just looking Nicky’s way, and seeing her immense breasts lightly swaying as she turned her head and then gesticulated. I felt bad for the strings holding her bikini top together. They looked to be straining to keep her covered.

Mindy replied, “I’m sorry, but it’s better that you brace yourself now. The odds of Dan actually taking a second mistress are VERY low because that woman would have to have great personality compatibility with not only Dan, but Cindy and me too. The chances of everyone falling in love and everything working out just so is highly unlikely. What makes our current arrangement work remarkably well is that Dan and I have known Cindy for years and years. In a way, we just strengthened our relationships even more and added a sexual component.”

I thought, Good. Mindy is talking sensibly. I like her emphasis on “VERY low.” However, I fear a “but...” is coming.

Then Mindy continued, “That said, by contrast, I think the odds of Dan adding an occasional extra woman to his bed from time to time is very high.”

I thought, Shit! I was right. Now she’s gone and done it! “Very high?!” That wasn’t what we’d discussed! That’s like throwing raw steak to a pack of wild dogs! Mindy, please, stop before you completely blow it!

Sure enough, you couldn’t have seen more interest from the other women if Mindy had announced she was going to give out directions to big piles of free money. Even my cock slaves who already knew the full truth sat on the edge of their seats. I’d already noticed they all seemed to share Mindy’s inexplicable lust of having me fuck women outside the harem. Bizarre! Could being a cucquean be contagious?!

With everyone wearing skimpy bikinis, it wasn’t hard to tell from the erect nipples that everyone was highly aroused! Some of the girls looked like they were having a little trouble breathing. A few of the faces were slightly flushed.

Nicky, however, looked decidedly unhappy, and I could understand why. She’d agreed to sharing the “Cindy as mistress” news, not this.

Mindy looked at Cindy. “What do you think?”

Cindy replied firmly, “Oh, definitely. I don’t want to get too graphic here-”

Anjali eagerly cut in, “Oh, please do!”

That caused some nervous laughter.

Cindy said, “No, really, I shouldn’t. But it’s hard to explain without at least saying something a bit shocking. Let’s put it this way. Both Mindy and I dearly love making love with Dan here.” She smiled at me. “But we’ve also discovered that we love watching the other one make love to him nearly as much.”

Mindy quipped, “And it takes a lot less work!”

Cindy’s eyes sparkled. “And that’s not even to mention the fun we have with the three of us in one bed at the same time.”

I cut in, “Ladies! I think you’re being WAAAAY too frank! Please!”

Our daughters’ friends didn’t seem to mind such frankness at all. In fact, Nina in particular was so eager to hear more that it looked like she was about to climb into Mindy’s lap!

Anjali said breathlessly, “No, please! PLEASE! Tell us more! We don’t mind at all!”

Mindy shrugged. She was putting on a good show of acting normal, but I knew she had to be secretly thrilled to talk about this. “There’s not much more to say. I was a little apprehensive about this new arrangement with Cindy at first, but it’s worked out so well that it’s changed my feelings about sharing my man. I had no interest in sleeping with another man. That just plain isn’t gonna happen, period.”

“Ditto!” Cindy said. “The very idea upsets me.”

“I think we can guess why,” Anjali quietly muttered.

Some of the other girls nodded at that and cast furtive glances in the general direction of my crotch.

I wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but I surmised that they all knew about the unusual size of my penis and figured that any woman who got regularly fucked by it wouldn’t be satisfied by anything smaller.

Mindy ignored that, and continued, “But if seeing Dan and Cindy make love together is something that I enjoy, then maybe I’ll enjoy seeing him make love to someone else. Who knows? It’s something we may explore in the future.”

After saying that, she seemed to realize that she might have gone too far, so she hastily added, “But I don’t want to shock and disturb all you young ladies, so I’ll leave it there.”

Several voices spoke at once, saying things like, “Please shock us!”

I again noticed that Nicky wasn’t one of those, and she looked rather perturbed (while also extremely curious - she was probably waiting to see what the next shocker would be). I was starting to feel terrible. Mindy had sabotaged my plan and Cindy had gone right along with her.

It looked like Cindy finally saw Nicky’s unhappy reaction too, because she held up a hand with a “stop” gesture, and said, “No, really, I must insist. We need to stop there.”

That led to a chorus of disappointed sighs from most everyone except myself, Nicky, and Mindy.

However, the others showed no interest in stopping. Anjali asked, “How would that work? Let’s say you’re all at a party and Dan sees a woman he fancies. Would he just say ‘I’d like to have sex with Jane over there, ‘ and then he’d end up in bed with her later? Alone? Or not?”

I was curious about Anjali’s use of the name ‘Jane.’ Was that name picked at random, or could she have been referring to Jane Corlin in particular? It was fairly likely that she knew Jane was a longtime friend of the family, and it was obvious that Jane was both single and extremely gorgeous. Her breasts in particular were so spectacular that I figured she had to be locally famous.