Chapter 59

Mindy walked into the bedroom a few minutes later. She was buttoning up her blouse, making it likely that she and Cindy had gotten even more intimate after I’d left. She saw me lying on the bed with my hands behind my head and my eyes open, and said, “That was a dirty trick, making me kiss her like that.”

“You should talk. You’re queen of the dirty tricks with what you did to me during the chat.”

She joked, “No, I’m Smirkarella, queen of the smirky night. I get confused with Queen of the Dirty Tricks a lot since we have very similar skin-tight superheroine costumes.”

“Ha ha. I’m not amused. What you did was underhanded.”

“No, it was more kind of side-handed, like this.” She gestured how she’d been jacking me off from the side.

“Mindy, I am NOT amused. I’m very upset with you right now. Don’t think you can just joke this away. The secret handjob AND talking her into changing bikini tops right in front of me.”

She walked closer and sat on the mattress next to me. “I’m sorry. That WAS out of line. But I couldn’t resist! She just looked so sexy. I had as much fun giving you the handjob as you had getting it, I’m sure. And after seeing her topless so much these past few days, it’s like I just had to see her that way some more. So that’s how I had to channel my feelings.”

“No, you didn’t ‘have’ to do anything. We’re both to blame, I’ll admit it. But I consider you more to blame, because you were the instigator. Twice with the handjob alone! Even after I pushed your hand away, you went right back a few minutes later.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. That was bad. I guess that kind of thing is why you’re planning on lecturing us tonight.”

“That’s exactly why. You KNOW how clear I’ve been on keeping Nicky and sexual situations totally separate. Every time something like this happens, it’s making it harder to get over my lusty feelings for her. You DO want Nicky to remain simply my daughter and not my lover, don’t you? Be honest!”

“I do, on balance.”

“‘On balance?’ What does that mean?!”

“It means I’m conflicted. And in situations like this, I don’t think, I just let my lust get the best of me. As you know very well, I’m a VERY lusty woman! For instance, it’s not like I plotted in advance to get her to take her bikini top off. But then she mentioned trying on the other bikini and that idea just came to me, and my lust was in total control. It’s a real problem.”

“Damn right it is! You know, all afternoon, I’d been looking forward to our plan to make love this evening, before tonight’s big meeting. But, as of now, I’m cancelling that.”

That stopped her in her tracks cold. The surprised shock on her face told me that I’d scored the hit that I’d been needing. “Oh no! You are?! But why?! I’ve been looking forward to that all day too. Swallowing a load of your cum was fun, but that’s nothing compared to the joy of a slow and lazy hour of making love with you.”

I said testily, “Do I have to explain why? Right now, you’re showing zero willpower. A punishment like this is meant to be a kick in the ass and get you to change.”

“But I know you’re planning some kind of big punishment for me anyway, which you’re going to tell us about tonight. Isn’t that enough?”

“No. I have to do something extra in response to this, since the other thing was planned already. Believe me, I’m not happy either. I’d been looking forward to making love to you too. It’s been too long.”

She said with distress, “And I know with tonight’s punishment, you and I aren’t going to have sex for who knows how many days. I really need this special bonding time with you before facing that. Can’t you please reconsider?”

“No. The roots of our marriage run very deep. We’ll get through this rough patch eventually, and we both know it. The tougher I am, the sooner we can get back on track.”

She sighed. “I suppose you’re right. It’s too bad though, because although the girls picked up all the electric candles this morning before you woke up, the party tent is still up and fully furnished on the deck. I got a three day rental on that stuff, so I thought you and I could make love in there tonight before we dismantled it.”

I sighed too. “That does sound nice. Boy, I’m tempted. But, no, I have to stay strong. I need to be particularly tough on you regarding Nicky. I can’t be any more serious about saying that we can’t mix Nicky and sexual situations! But not only did you secretly jack me off, you made her pose, turn around, bend over, change bikini tops in front of me, and generally unwittingly drive me wild. That was wrong, wrong, wrong!”

Then I lowered the boom on her. “And you know it!”

Mindy dropped her head in defeat. “You’re right. I just ... I get carried away!” She sighed heavily again. “Okay, fine. The making love plan is off. But what if you and I go to the party tent and simply chill out there anyway? With our clothes on. Wouldn’t it be nice to just lie there holding hands, and look at the sky? Especially when there’s a gorgeous sunset like this one.”

I pondered that, and decided it was safe enough. “Okay, but no funny stuff!”

She grinned. “You know me. Funny stuff? I never do anything funny.”

“You know what I mean, Smirkarella.”

So we went to the party tent on the deck a few minutes later. There was no time like the present, because dinner would be happening in a while. Cindy was told about our plans, and she generously volunteered to cook dinner for everyone so Mindy and I could have our private chill-out time.

Just as planned, Mindy and I lay side by side inside the party tent and looked at the sky. Since it was summer in Southern California, the sunset came late. The sun was nearing the ocean horizon and the sky was turning red. It was a bit cold, but the heater was still in the tent, so I turned it on.

After a couple of minutes of blissful silence, Mindy said, “This is nice. Very nice. It’s not making love nice, but it’s still pretty good. I feel like we’re reconnecting, just by being together like this.”

“I do too. It IS nice. In fact, I’ve been thinking ... we should have something like this permanently built here, don’t you think?”

She propped herself up with an elbow so she could look at me. “That is an EXCELLENT idea! Why didn’t I think of that, years ago?! Heck, why didn’t you think of it before this either?!”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose the place came with the deck like it was, and we were so tickled pink with that we didn’t start looking to make changes. But just think: we could make a structure about the exact same size and location as this tent. A kind of walled gazebo, if you will. But I like being able to see the sunset or the stars as if the tent isn’t there, so we should duplicate that too. Basically, imagine a very simple square structure with nothing but posts and crossbeams, and then the walls and ceiling could be made out of clear plastic sheeting or glass or something like that. Sort of like a greenhouse. You’d hardly even know it was there when you’re in it, except that it would keep you toasty and comfy at night.”

“I love it!” Mindy replied enthusiastically. “And we could build the edge of the deck into one of the sides, so we’d have an awesome view of the ocean from inside. Let’s do it!”

For the next few minutes, Mindy and I continued to brainstorm on what our ideal structure would look like. Mindy wanted a domed yet see-through roof, if possible, and also walls that slant in to prevent the whole thing from being blown over in a storm.

That sounded okay with me. I suggested we have some kind of retractable roof covering, so it could provide shade during the day but then be removed to expose the starry sky at night. Furthermore, we both agreed that we should keep the interior of this structure furnished like it was now, with the entire floor of it essentially being one big plastic mattress. That would allow all kinds of sexual possibilities for a sex-mad harem family.

We didn’t know which of these ideas were possible, or reasonably priced, but we resolved to talk to our favored handyman tomorrow and whip a realistic plan into shape. Mindy wanted to get it built right away.

I considered the politics of building such a thing quickly, while my power struggles with the Gruesome Twosome and Mindy were still unresolved. Would that be sending the wrong message? I decided that it would be okay. If they had an increased desire to have sex with me so we could do it in our new deck structure, that would only put more pressure on them to give in so I could end the sex boycott that much sooner.

Besides, the other option would be to build it afterwards, and there were big problems with that. For one, if all went well, I’d be having sex with Michelle and Ruby, and lots of it! Not to mention all the sex with Sue Ellen, Cindy, and Mindy. I wouldn’t want male construction workers coming and going from the house while that was going on. Plus, Nicky would be coming back and things would be generally busy for a while. If we started on it right away, it could be built during a lull in activity, when nobody was having sex here anyway and people were mostly at work during the day.

We weren’t sure if we should call it a gazebo, greenhouse, or what. None of the words seemed to fit. Mindy decided to call it the “lighthouse,” since it would let in so much light. I agreed that was a good name.

After some more brainstorming, I came up with a related idea. “You know, as long as we have workers coming here to build the lighthouse, I’ve got something else for them to build.”

“What’s that?”

“A fence, all the way from one side of our property to the other, cutting right through that mini-forest of sorts back there.” I sat up and pointed back to the trees that were between the pool area and the deck. “Then, put a lockable gate where the path to the deck meets the fence, so this deck area can be completely private and secure if the gate is locked.”

Mindy sat up too and stared off into the darkness where I was pointing. “Why bother with all that?”

“You know why: the constant spying that goes on around here! It may not bother you much, but that’s because I’m the main target, not you! If we’re going to have this new ‘love pad’ lighthouse, a lot of sex is going to happen here. I’ve been meaning to dismantle the Gruesome Twosome’s little spy operation, but I’ve been waiting for Nicky to leave, and then I got distracted by other things. I’ll probably do that later tonight.”

I continued, “But even so, there’s no such thing as total privacy in our house. Even if the door is locked and all spying devices are removed, voices carry. Especially with the way some of us scream and carry on, everybody in the whole house pretty much knows what’s going on.”

I waved my arms around inside the tent. “So that’s a big idea why I’d love having something permanent here, and right away. It would be nice for me to have somewhere that’s totally spy proof. Sometimes, I want to have moments like this, with sex or without, where I can have a private time without everyone in the harem feeling like they can join in.”

Min nodded. “Okay, I could buy that. To be honest, I’d like that too.”

I said in a serious tone, “Knowing how determined the Gruesome Twosome can get, just to be sure, we should also install guard towers, barbed wire, and mine fields.”

She snorted.

“Not enough? Maybe we should add a moat. With alligators!”

My wife laughed. “Come on! They’re not THAT bad.”

“Just about. Obviously I’m just joking about those things, but I’m seriously thinking the fence is going to need to be a very high and well built one, and the gate will have to be well thought out and secure too. Anyway, let’s add that to the list. Hopefully, both things can be built at the same time, and in only a few days. I don’t want the workers here too long.”

“Oh, definitely. I’d hate that. I’ll get on it tomorrow. We fully trust our handyman, and he can lead this. Hopefully, we can have his guys do all or most of the work while most of us are at work.” She put a hand to her chin. “Hmmm ... I wonder where we’ll be able to get the alligators though.” She grinned and winked.

After some more discussion, we resolved that issue as much as we could for now.

I laid back down on the mattress, and Mindy did too. Then I said to her, “By the way, remember how I was talking about my weird encounter with Sonia Bossi today? I never did get to hear your take on that, due to Nicky’s phone call. What do you think? I’d love to know. I feel compelled to behave kind of immaturely around her, and I don’t understand why. It’s like I want to provoke her when I should be befriending her. I can’t seem to help myself.”

Mindy replied, “You’re right that it’s very strange. But I think you performed admirably today. You’re standing up for Sue Ellen and the other waitresses. Something needs to change there, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I have a gut feeling that you’re going to be the catalyst that makes things better.”

“Maybe so, but how? I feel that winning that bet gives me a kind of immunity pass, but how should I use it?”

“That’s easy!” She sat up on an elbow again to look down at me. Then she dramatically declared, “You need to fuck her!”

I rolled my eyes. “Very funny.”

“No, really.”

“No, not really. That’s just your cucquean impulse talking. Whatever the problem is, your solution seems to be ‘Have Dan fuck sexy, busty women.’”

Mindy joked, “In my defense, that DID solve the global warming problem last week. More seriously, Sonia is a sexy and relatively busty woman. She’s not in the Michelle league, but she’s nicely curvy all over. Ergo, ‘have Dan fuck her’ is the logical solution.”

“Would you be serious for a minute? I could really use your advice here.”

She replied, “I’m kind of joking, but I’m kind of not. I truly think that the best thing that could happen to her is if you fuck her brains out.”

When I started to protest, my wife shushed me by putting her fingers on my lips. “I wasn’t there today,” she explained, seriously, “but I saw her the other day and I heard all you said about what happened earlier. Call it a sexist or stupid statement or whatever, but I don’t care: sometimes a woman just needs a good, hard fucking! I sure know I fall into that category quite frequently! I get grumpy or even bitchy if I go too many days without some Dan lovin’, as you well know. Luckily, that never happens anymore unless I go out of town, since you ARE the real life Pepé Le Pew. Plus, you don’t smell half as bad as he does.” She chuckled.

She sat all the way up, forcing me to sit up. “Look, Honey. I know you think this is just the cucquean within me talking, but I really don’t think so. Sonia is a bitch! She’s VERY unhappy, and she lets it out on everyone around her. We’ve been told some of her history. I don’t know this for sure, but I strongly suspect that she wasn’t always like this. There was a time when she was happily married and content. To, uh, what’s his name? Oh yeah. Luigi, right?”

I nodded.

“Right. But then everything went south. He cheated on her, divorced her, and left her with a restaurant that she had no clue how to run. She’s been scrambling just to keep the restaurant alive ever since. As a result, she has no time for a love life or a sex life, or indeed any kind of life for herself, and it’s made her absolutely miserable. Clearly, she needs love or sex, preferably both. Don’t you agree?”

I said carefully, “Well, I imagine those things wouldn’t hurt, and they very probably would help a lot.”

“Of course they would. She feels like she’s all alone, because she is. Love? That takes time. Plus, you’re taken five times over in that department.” She winked at me. “But lust? You could put a smile back on her face in half an hour. Tell me that she’d still be bitchy to everyone after you fucked her until your cum is dribbling out of her every last orifice - including her ears and nostrils. I dare you!”

I replied, “I don’t know her mind. But yeah, I’ll admit you have a point. Some satisfying sex probably would improve her mood, if only for a day or two. But not if it came from me! If there’s one person in the world she hates the most right now, it would be me. If I so much as touched her elbow, she’d probably cry ‘Rape!’ and call the police. Sex between me and her is never, ever, EVER going to happen! Period!”

“Do you find her attractive? Is she fuckable?”

“Of course she is! You’ve seen her. You know she’s a hottie. But that doesn’t matter, because I would never even so much as flirt with her. Nor she with me. And I can only appreciate her beauty in the abstract. When I think about how mean she is, and how nasty she is to me in particular, that stops any arousal before it can even start. So no. Let’s get real and talk about real possible solutions here.”

Mindy gave me a long, thoughtful look, and then proclaimed, “I know it seems far-fetched to you right now, but I seriously think you’re going to fuck her before too long.”

I gesticulated wildly to express how incredulous I was. “WHAT?! Are you mental?! That is so not going to happen! Even if somehow aliens abducted her and me and put us in a room on their spaceship and told us to get it on, I wouldn’t, because that would be cheating on you. I know that sounds strange coming from a guy with four cock slaves, but that’s different because I had your full permission. Cheating is still cheating, period.”

She responded with a toothy smile. “See? Right there, that’s one reason I love you so much. Deep down, no matter what happens, you still have your moral code.”

“Thank you. Sometimes lately, though, I wonder.”

Then she made bedroom eyes at me. “So let me tell you right now that you have my permission to fuck Sonia Bossi anytime you like, for as long and hard and thoroughly and deeply as you like! FUCK her! Fuck her GOOD!”

I tried to cut in, but my wife was on a roll. She continued, “Ditto with Laura, Josie, Lori, and anyone else who works there. And Jane, and all of our daughters’ sexy friends. Heck, I’m telling you right now that you have my advance permission to fuck ANY woman you want, anywhere, at any time! The only thing I ask is that you tell me about it shortly thereafter. If you’re keeping the fact that you’re fucking a particular woman a secret from me, then and only then would that be cheating. Oh, and I trust you to be mindful of STDs and pregnancies.”

I stared at her in amazement. “Come on, Mindy, you can’t really mean that.”

“Oh, but I do! And doubly so for Ms. Bossi! Not only do you have my permission in her case, I’m giving you an order: go forth and fuckify that poor, poor woman! Heal her with your magic cock!”