Loading...I had never felt so lonely in my life as the day I returned to my home after cremating my wife. Suddenly I realised just how much I missed her and had depended on her always being there by my side. I had to be truthful with myself I had taken her for granted, for she never complained, but must have been in extreme pain these last few months until that dreaded ‘C’ took her away.
From the time I took her to the hospital, for she said she could take the pain no longer, until the time she was gone, was only three days. For those three days I sat by her bedside with my son’s wife Jenny. Jenny was the only one who came to visit her in these last three days. My other sons, their wives and grandchildren made no appearance. The excuses they gave were pathetic. We were going to visit her at the week-end, we can’t get time off work, I had to attend meetings every night this week, but not Jenny, she had taken a week off work, in order to help me with the arrangements. If only my other sons had been more considerate. Peter, Jenny’s husband and my son was abroad when Terry took ill, but he managed to arrive back to attend the funeral. He had to return straight after.
They had all turned up for the funeral, no doubt to get the sympathy of others who had attended. Now I knew who I could depend on in an emergency.
For three months I lived in the house alone, the house I had built for Terry myself and our four sons. Terry and I were school-yard sweethearts, we married very young, and so we grew up with our children, in fact Terry was the only woman I ever have had sex with.
We had been lucky, winning enough money when we were eighteen, to build this house, with two children and another on the way. This was our one and only home, for we had lived in her parents home, prior to moving in here. Now the children have flown the coop, all marrying young, but not as young as we had.
It was Peter who approached me. “Dad for the next year I will be travelling back and forth overseas to here and Jenny hates living on her own, can she come and stay here, she will be company for you. I will pay for her keep and mine when I come back and forth, the intervals could be between a couple of days to a few weeks, I just don’t know.” Peter was a trouble shooter for an oil company, what that was I had no idea except he had a good wage and that’s about all.
Peter should have let Jenny continue working, I know she only had a low paid job but she was out there mixing with people. I know she wasn’t the brightest of women, but she had a kind heart and was always willing to help anyone in need.
“Jenny would be on her own, for I work five days a week at the university, so she is going to be on her own here Peter,” I told him.
“Dad I don’t want her working where she had been, you never know what is going to happen. Working in a mental ward as a maid, is not what I want my wife doing,” he shot back.
“What if I can get her a job at my place, she can travel back and forward with me.”
“Could you, I wouldn’t mind her getting a job at the university,” he said and looking a bit more at ease.
So even before Jenny moved in, I got her a temporary position as a data processor operator in the Student Services. She was good on a computer and had Data entry experience, so she easily got the position before the other rabble that had applied.
Peter and Jenny moved in, storing all there spare things and occupying the other which had been Peters old bedroom with a shared bathroom off the room which held their spare possessions. This way Jenny didn’t have to go far, if she suddenly found she needed something which was packed.
Jenny was not a skinny modern type, neither was she fat, a nice covering and someone nice to cuddle up to I thought. She had dark wavy hair, sometimes combed down, other times in a pony tail and even in a bun. She refused to get it cut, and I have heard her and Peter argue over this, he himself had very short hair. Jenny had a nice body as most 22 year old women have, and didn’t mind flaunting it. “If you’ve got it, flaunt it.’ was her saying whenever any comment came up about too short a dress, or of showing too much cleavage.
Never having had any daughters of our own, it took me a little while to get used to having a young woman in the house. Also now my other two daughters-in-law visited and were in and out more than I have ever seen them. I was enjoying having the young ladies making a fuss over me, which helped me get over the loss of my wife and after all I was only 40 myself and was still sexually active until my wife departed. Now I was becoming more aroused than I ever had been, with seeing a young woman moving about the house, sometimes in a state of undress.
Jenny, Lyn, Bob’s wife and Dimples, Ray’s wife seemed to be spending a lot of early evenings together. Lyn was only 19, blonde and busty, Dimples was 20 and as her name suggested was plump and blond also, she too, in fact all three were well stacked in the bust department. Whilst watching TV, most evenings I had these three lounging all over the lounge room. Legs spread wide and straight out, one foot up on the chair moving their knee from side to side, undone fronts, you name it those three young ladies done it without removing a piece of clothing, I saw it all.
Granted they were relaxed and joked between themselves, I was just a piece of furniture and ignored, no not ignored, for there wasn’t an hour passed that I didn’t get a kiss on the cheek, or a hug, even spread out on my lap. Pops that was what they called me; it was if they thought I was immune from the sight of their young female bodies. That was as far as it got for a couple of months.
One evening Jenny got a telephone call from Peter telling her he wouldn’t be home for two months. He had been home last week and expected to be back next week, now there was no chance of his early return. I was sitting in my usual chair watching TV and Jenny was almost in tears on the settee after getting the call, looking real down in the mouth.
“Come on Jenny I’ll give you a cuddle to make up for your disappointment.” This wasn’t something new, all three of my son’s wives have sat on my lap and got a cuddle, there was nothing in it, just acting like a big family. Jenny came over right away and put her left arm around my neck and sat on my lap, right on top of my semi-hard-on. There was no way in this world could she not feel it, for she was only wearing a thin housecoat panties and bra, which was her normal dress for padding around the house.
The other arm went round also and she had my head in a head lock almost hugging me, pressing her breasts into me. Her perfume and the slight acidly sweat smell filled my nostrils. Again nothing out of the ordinary, I was trying to get used to all this show of affection from the three wives. This time she moved back a bit and brought her mouth down onto mine and kissed me with an open mouth and her tongue probed looking for mine. She ground her lips onto mine and then took her mouth away and looked at me.
“Pops I have wanted to do that for a very long time, you have been so kind to the three of us too, you are more than a father-in-law to me, and you are dearer to me than Peter can ever be. Please don’t reject me, hold me tight, please!” she said raising her voice.
Without hesitation I done as she wanted and she rested her head on my shoulder and slid down my body to make herself comfortable, with her legs over the arm of the chair and her hip now between my thighs. After about ten minutes she was asleep as I held her, just like holding a little girl. Jenny I liked better than all the others. Everyone has a favourite and Jenny was mine, I wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
About ten-thirty I stood up and lifted Jenny up also, walked through to her bedroom and laid her on the bed, pulled a quilt up over her and tiptoed out of the room, closing the door gently.
I went and had a shower and got into my bed. Since it was summer time I slept nude. I’m not that brave in the winter and wear thick pyjamas. I have no problem dropping off to sleep and almost as soon as my head hit the pillow I was asleep.
Something woke me, but I was in that state one is when woken in the middle of the night half dozy, but I heard the soft foot falls, then the covers being drawn back and a warm naked body slip in and cuddle up to me. It could be no-one else but Jenny, for there was only her and I in the house. I slipped my arm under her and she rested her head on my shoulder with her arm around me and her leg over mine.
I kissed the top of her head and pulled her closer and that was how we slept for the rest of the night. Needless to say I was as hard as a rock and had a boner that hard it hurt; I went to sleep with one and woke up the next morning in the same state.
When I woke, Jenny was looking at me. Like a real idiot I said “Hi” would you believe.
“Thanks Pop, for everything, I knew I could trust you and now you have proved to me I was right. You do respect a woman.”
“Jenny, you just don’t know what you have done to me.”
“Oh, yes I do and I am sorry I have got you into this state. Go and have a cold shower that will calm you down.”
She then got out of bed and with no modesty at all, leant over and kissed me. “Pop, I’ll be sleeping with you from now on and you needn’t be such a gentleman from now on.” Then she kissed me on the lips like a butterfly touches a flower and kept her lips there for about ten seconds. “I love you,” she said as she left the bedroom her breasts bouncing on her chest and her bottom with a little wiggle.
I lay back onto the pillow and just stared at the ceiling. What have I done to warrant all this affection? Could I satisfy such a voluptuous young woman? What is Peter going to say? I looked at the time and jumped out of bed, for now I was running late and had to have breakfast and dress for work. So any thoughts of Jenny were removed from my mind for this period of time.
As I drove Jenny to work, I kept glancing over to look at her. I just couldn’t believe she had said these things this morning. It was funny, I gave thought more to what she had said, than the fact that she had crawled into my bed naked, as if that was a natural thing to happen. Nothing of the subject was spoken and she just cut in with her usual chatter we normally had on the way to work.
We spent our lunch breaks together, but instead of sitting at opposite sides of the six person tables she sat close alongside of me. It was obvious she wanted to be close to me and I wasn’t objecting at all. I sat with the men I usually sat with for the ten years I have worked here, playing cribbage, but now Jenny sat close as though interested in how the game was played, with a hand on my thigh just at the knee, nothing that would draw attention to us, but I think more of a comfort for her. It was for me, for I knew she was by my side when I felt her hand resting there.
Everything was normal as it always was, we helped in the kitchen to cook the evening meal, we had prepared the evening before. Sat down on opposite sides of the table and ate our meal. Still neither of us brought up the subject of this morning. Then as usual the other two, Lyn and Dimples bounced in, for there was no other word for the way they entered. Lyn started making the coffee and we all sat at the table and drank it with the usual banter that went on between them.
After everything was cleared away, the preparations for to-morrows meal, our lunch boxes were packed and placed in the refrigerator we all moved in to the lounge so I could watch the news. These three couldn’t care less what went on in the wide world; all they were interested in was their own little world. Again I was given flashes of nylon clad vulva’s and ample thighs as they stretched and lounged, whilst talking to one another. I was watching Jenny though and she was watching me with a little smile on her face.
I still got my hugs and kisses from the others even Jenny, and for a time I had Lyn perched on my lap, pretending to make passionate love to me. Then it struck me, was this all play, or is there more to all this flashing, hugs and kisses I have been receiving. But no way in this world was I ever going to make the first move, to even try and prove it one way or the other. Not even with Jenny, I will just let things flow their natural course and see what happens. What are their husbands doing, if they spend nearly every evening up to about 7-30 to 8 pm here with me and Jenny.
The only one I don’t see up here is Daphnia, Frank’s wife, but she has two young children to care for. Daphnia and Frank both work and the children are in day care, so she hasn’t much time on her hands, so I don’t expect her to keep calling into see me.
Jenny went to the door to see them off, she locked the front door for the night and came right back into the room and sat on my lap as she had done the night before. “Now I have you all to myself,” she said bringing her full red lips down onto mine and plunging her tongue between my lips forcing them open. How sweet she tasted and so soft she felt, as I held her to me. I had forgotten how soft a woman of her ages skin felt, not only soft but pliable. It had a freshness which didn’t stay for very long. Here in my arms was a woman at the peak of her womanhood and she was willingly giving me access to all she had, for the house coat she usually wore was now open, revealing me her scantly dressed body.
My right hand was resting on her outer thigh, but she removed one hand from around my neck and lifted my hand and placed it between her legs just above her knee. Then she returned her arm around my neck, not once removing her soft lips from mine.
There was no denying what she intended me to do now, her skin was so soft here, that my mind flashed back to my early marriage days. I had only been with one other woman and that was my departed wife, I had no need to, I loved her deeply and we were contented in each others company. Now I was with another woman who seemed to like my company and I must say truthfully I enjoyed hers. Our relationship was now quite different from just only yesterday, for now she was offering me her body. Should I continue, my body was screaming for me to, but my conscious was screaming no.
The body won and my hand started caressing and moving up her thigh. The skin was now even smoother still, as I reached the junction of her legs and I could feel her heat through the thin gossamer material of her panties against the side of my hand. Not only heat, but a dampness which had soaked through the material. It was very soft and spongy, dare I go the one step further. Her panties were of the high hip variety and the crotch just moved out of the way by the pressure of my little finger and now I had my middle finger into her damp crack.
“Oh Pops, I love you, and you can do anything with my body, just let me stay with you,” she said in my ear.
Her speaking brought me back to my senses and I removed my hand and put it around her so that the flat of the hand was against her back and drew her closer.
“Jenny this is wrong, you are Peter’s wife I should respect you and protect you.”
“Pops, he has another woman, he has been seen in the city, when he was meant to be abroad, why do you think I was so upset last night. Not only did I get a call from him but also a friend of mine who saw Peter in the foyer of a hotel in the city yesterday afternoon.”
“She must have been mistaken,” I replied, automatically coming to the defence of my son. Surely he wouldn’t stray when he had a beautiful woman like Jenny, who he had only married ten months previous.
“No, she took a photo with her mobile cell phone and is giving Lyn a copy to show me. I will know if it is true tomorrow. Since its Friday Lyn will be round early with it after she goes and sees her friend.”
Lyn doesn’t work on a Friday, She works Sunday to Thursday.
“Jenny I am so sorry, I really am sweetheart, why would he cheat on you like that?” What a hypocrite I am, I thought, here I had my wife’s son in my arms and minutes earlier had my finger up his wife’s cunt and I’m calling him a cheat.
“That’s alright Pops; our marriage I knew had the skids on it after only the first two months. He had been seen with another woman even then. I stayed with him so I could be near you. I have loved you from the first time I was introduced to you. I saw how much you loved Terry and wished you would love me that much too.”
“Stop calling me Pops, you make me feel ancient, it’s Charlie, so start calling me that. I still think Peter is a stupid fool looking at another woman when you are here.”
“He thinks I’m dumb, maybe I am, compared to all his college women, I can’t help it, I just want to be wanted,” she said now tears running down her cheeks.
“Well you are here, Jenny.”
“I am, do you really mean it?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t,” I said pulling her closer and kissing her on her tear soaked mouth, even tasting sweeter than ever. “Come on it’s time for our cuppa,” I said lifting her up and placing her feet on the floor. We went into the kitchen together, Jenny with her housecoat wide open, showing me her lithe body. It was the same as I could see thousands of women on a beach display, but somehow this was more intimate.
We had our drink and I went and showered, as she done also. Then she padded into the bedroom with her hair freshly combed, wearing her housecoat, which she quickly removed and threw on the bed revealing, once more her complete naked body. She saw me watching her and she pirouetted in front of me. “Do you like?” Then lifted the bedding and came into my arms.
She had doused herself in perfume not a heavy perfume but a light subtle one, to me she smelt divine. “I think you look and smell wonderful, and appreciate you sharing my bed.”
“I can’t ask for more than that, but I do love you, so very much, Charlie,” she said emphasising my name, as our lips again met and heaven surrounded me.
If it wasn’t heaven it surely felt that way as she was on top of me and had inserted my hard penis into her warm vagina and I slid in on her soft well lubricated passage, which felt like I was in heaven. No grunts and moans, just a smooth coupling of our bodies, but not only our bodies, but my feelings as well for as we came together physically I felt our whole beings merge as one. Here was a replacement, no not a replacement for Terry, a new love. Our age difference just vanished in that moment when our bodies joined. Here I had a woman who I knew would love me, all she wants is to be shown she is loved and wanted.
As I started to lift my hips, “No let me, I want to make love to you, you will have a long time to make love to me, but I want to do it all myself this time.” she said now resting on her arms with her hands on my chest and looking me straight in the eye.
What else could I do but let her get on with it, but I was watching her in the dressing table mirror and was fascinated by the action of her pelvis, on my inserted penis. If this was how all women’s hips worked then they were very energetic indeed. It didn’t take her long to bring on a climax, but she wouldn’t let me remove my penis from her body and she received the complete stored sperm I had accumulated for many months. Then she came into my arms and I held her close to me.
“You must stop letting me do that Jenny, you’ll fall pregnant and then where will you be.”
“Don’t worry I am on the Pill, anyway I may want a baby one day, but I won’t tell you when I stop taking the Pill. When I feel I’m ready for motherhood I will just stop, so enjoy yourself while you can.”
What a difference having a warm body lying beside you, one you know loves you, and you love in return.
Friday night when we returned from work both Lyn and Dimples were waiting on us, with a brown envelope lying on the kitchen table beside the two cups of coffee already prepared. Also I noticed the bruising on Dimples cheek, which she had tried to cover with powder. I must ask how she got it I thought, but when the contents of the envelope were disclosed I forgot all about her bruising.
There was no disputing the fact that it was my Peter in the two photographs, one with his arms around a petite brunette, the other him sitting at a dinner table holding her hand.
I left the table and went into the lounge and dialled his mobile number, which he answered almost immediately. “Peter I don’t care what you are doing, get round to my house immediately.”
“How can I am not even in the country.”
“Don’t lie to me; if you’re still staying in the Grove Hotel, you are only twenty minutes away, so get round here now.” I slammed down the receiver. I was fuming, not because he was getting his leg over, but of the blatant lies he was telling.
Exactly eighteen minutes later he walked in the door, I was waiting for him and ushered him straight into the lounge and locked the door.
“You have been lying to me, I told all of you boys, no matter what you do wrong, don’t ever lie to me, tell me the truth. How long has this deception being going on, saying you are working abroad, yet out fucking another woman while your wife is staying here. God man you can pick up any number of diseases and then spread it to innocent others. I want the keys of this house, now.”
“Why do you want my key?”
“Because I don’t want you in here, you have committed the worst offence by lying to me, what Jenny will say is entirely up to her, but I doubt she will want to see you around either. So arrange for your effects to be removed from this house. If they aren’t out by Monday I will hire a ‘Skiff’ and throw the lot out. Now go and talk to Jenny, then get out of this house you liar and fornicator.”
I unlocked the door and held it open. Jenny launched herself at him pounding her hands on his chest, “Why, why have you lied to me. Peter it’s finished.” She threw her wedding and engagement rings at him.
I really felt sorry for him, for he was surrounded by Lyn, Dimples and myself with Jenny in front of him. “Sorry Jenny!” was all he could say as he removed the front door key from his key ring and placed it on the small table in the hallway. “I will arrange to collect my things tomorrow morning,” he said
“They’ll be on the outside lawn, so you had better come early, or they will all be pinched,” she said turning on her heel and then run to her bedroom. It was either a classic bit of acting, or she was very upset.
Peter then left the house he had lived in for all these years, looking quite distressed.
I went along to Jenny’s room and she was lying on the bed sobbing. “Should I have given him a second chance, but I really don’t love him any more, I love you, I feel so confused Charlie, please hold me.”
So I did.
I was hugging her to my chest when the other two looked in. Dimples sat on the bed alongside Jenny and hugged her too so she was between us. Lyn sat beside me and hugged me.
Eventually Jenny calmed down and the three young women went into the spare room and started sorting out all Peters things, I went into the lounge and just sat watching the TV. I hadn’t eaten and I didn’t feel at all hungry, just angry, at myself and Peter.
I was getting a bit concerned about Dimples, she seemed to be having a lot of falls. I even suggested to her she go see a doctor, but she refused.
The divorce of Peter and Jenny was over and done with within months, but Jenny didn’t change her surname back to her maiden name. She said she was keeping it because it was mine.
Another crisis arose Lyn and Bob went their separate ways, Bob said that Lyn was useless and a typical blonde and he had moved in with another woman, also Lyn had lost her job. So she moved herself in to Jenny’s old room, lock stock and barrel. She knew that Jenny and I were now a unit, for that came out shortly after Peter collected all his stuff and Jenny got rid of all the household effects that were from their former home.
I remember the day she said it, we were all in the lounge as usual, the three of them in their usual sprawling positions. “Jenny why are you getting rid of all your things, surely you will meet another chap and they will be useful?” Lyn asked and I could see Dimples was about to ask the same question.
“I already have, I will never be leaving this house, this is my home. Charlie and I are living together and share the bed.”
The other two just sat there with open mouths for a few seconds and then they all jumped up and hugged one another. I got as much attention as Jenny got and a lot of unnecessary kisses from both of them. But things settled down as before, it was accepted that Jenny and I were a unit now.
I soon discovered that Lyn was as Bob had said, she was a real dumb blonde, but I had gotten used to her, with her evening visits and if you accepted her as you found her, she was a real nice young woman, granted not as tidy as Jenny, but good hearted. She like Jenny, in fact all three of the young ladies weren’t the brightest of the bright and had no interest at all in world affairs.
We took Lyn the next day with us to the university and as luck had it they were just about to approach a casual employment agency for a stenographer, which Lyn was, so she got started right away that day. Me turning up at lunch time with two lovely young ladies, now had all the young studs biting at the leash. There must be something about big busted blondes that arouse the male hunting instincts, for they were around the table like bees to a honey pot. But when Lyn said I was her father, they slunk away.
Two nights later I was watching a late night movie and the two of them went to bed, about twenty minutes before the movie ended. I then showered and entered the bedroom naked as usual and sitting up in bed were the two of them, breasts bare and smiling.
“I said it would be alright Charlie for her to share our bed.” Jenny said as she saw my bewilderment. “I told her no funny business, well not tonight anyway, but you are now sleeping in the middle, aren’t you lucky having two young women sharing your bed.”
I was mesmerised by the size and firmness of Lyn’s breasts. Jenny’s were lovely too, she had brown aureoles and Lyn’s were pink. I climber in between them and they just moved closer, now I had one on each side of me and a leg crossed over each of mine and I felt their pubic bushes one on each side and soft breasts pressed onto mine.
Jenny gave me a good night kiss as usual like a butterfly and I loved the way she done it. Seeing how Jenny kissed me good night Lyn done the same, but not with the same delicate touch. “I want to be a unit with you also, I am happy here and am content being number two wife, if you will have me.”, Lyn said as she nibbled at my ear.
“We will see how it goes it all depends on Jenny.” I said loud enough for Jenny to hear.
“Oh I approve Charlie, or she wouldn’t be in or even near you in bed. We will take care of you, but I think we will need a bigger bed.”
“Why this is a King Size and we seem to have plenty of room?”
“I would like you to go round and have a word with Ray, he is beating hell out of Dimples nearly every day now, the drunken lout.”
“So that is where she is getting the bruises from.”
“Yes and you want to see her body she is black and blue.” Lyn said.
“Why is he doing this?”
“Drink and drugs. If it wasn’t for Dimples working and paying the rent for their flat they would be out on the street.” Dimples works in another university near her home, surely someone would have noticed her bruising as well as I had, but I noticed it and took her word for the reason so I suppose they did likewise.
What had come over my sons, three of them had turned out to be wasters, maybe I should have beaten them, but I had been one of the vocal few who had advocated to stop parents beating their children, now look how they had turned out. Maybe the old saying ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child was right after all.
“Why would Dimples want to come and stay here with us?
“She says she feels relaxed and safe whilst she is near you, just like we do. You may be an old fudge, but we do love you. Please, go and have words with Ray.”
Jenny seems to have taken on the role of mother, or wife number one the way Lyn sees it. I wasn’t objecting in the least, but what will the neighbours think. That dirty old man has two young girls living with him. God if Dimples decides to move that will be three; I haven’t a hope in hell of satisfying three virile young women. I may wish I could, but I know my own stamina and it doesn’t stretch to looking after three women. I would never throw them out, they have been like daughters to me, the daughters I never had. Well not any longer as far as Jenny is concerned, after all she is a divorced woman and is free to choose any partner she wants, the other two are technically still married to my sons.
I had a very restless night, not only thinking about what I’d been told, but how I was going to get rid of the torrid erection I had. The other two slept like babies, but wow what babies they were.
We drove straight from work the next evening to Ray and Dimples flat. They lived on the first floor, in a block of cheap three level rental flats, with access from an open stairwell and outside walkway. Even before we arrived there I heard Ray’s voice shouting in anger. What he was actually saying was unrecognisable.
The outside door was ajar and we walked in, me in front. What I saw in that split second made me as mad as hell. Dimples was lying on the floor with blood running out of a cut above her eye and cowering up at Ray, who was bent over with fist drawn back ready to strike her. “Give me the fucking money slut, I want to go to the pub.” he shouted.
I grabbed him and pulled him back, but he swung the punch now at me. I parried and hit him hard in the solar plexus and he went sliding down the wall, holding his stomach looking up at me in astonishment. This was the first time in my life I have ever hit one of my children. I know they thought I was a big softy and I would rather talk my way out of a situation rather than use violence. Many people especially men think you are weak if you do this, and are shocked that you can actually do damage if pushed hard enough. Ray pushed me over that edge.
“Son, what I’m going to do next, is for your own good believe me.” I said as I took out my cellular phone and dialled the police.
“I have a domestic situation here, where the man has badly beaten his wife, I have restrained him and she wishes to press charges.” I gave them the address and hung up.
“Dimples you will press charges against Ray.”
“I certainly will, that is the last time that bastard will hit me. Ray, I am leaving you, get your stuff out of my flat, I’m giving notice to-morrow, so go find somewhere to live with your other macho mates.”
“Jenny, Lyn go with Dimples and pack her things then put them in the car, don’t waste too much time the police will be here soon.
“You just sit where you are Ray, you had a lovely wife and you really fucked it up, look at you, dirty and drunk what would your dead mother think of her son now. You are a disgrace, get yourself tidied up and get out of this city, I don’t want to be associated with you. You had everything going for you and you have thrown it away.”
“I am well rid of that dumb bitch; there are a lot of better fish in the sea than that one. She’s not even a good fuck, but then what do you expect from a dumb fat cluck like her.”
“Ray, just cut it out and take a good look at yourself before you start criticising others.”
“Is that the lecturer, or my father telling me this, why are you protecting these thick bastards for. I doubt if they know what day it even is.”
“Do you. I’ll tell you what day it is, it’s the day you get a Police Record, now if you want to get on you will have to work a lot harder before anyone will even acknowledge you even exist, a wife beater, you know what many people thing about that?”
“Piss off, I don’t give a fuck.”
I saw Jenny and Lyn go out the door with two suitcases each and Dimples was sitting on a chair nursing her stomach. “Has he hurt you Dimples?”
“Yes I feel real sick he punched and kicked me in the stomach.”
“Oh you are a real tough man aren’t you Ray.” He had slid up the wall and was standing up now. I hit him again in the same spot, but much harder than the first time and he dropped to the floor sliding down the wall and was sitting on his haunches nursing his stomach. “Hurts doesn’t it son, now you know what Dimples is going through.”
I heard the sirens a long way away and they got louder as they drew nearer, then they stopped and a minute later three police officers, two men and a woman entered the flat. The lady officer went straight to Dimples. The two heavy built officers came over and looked down at Ray; they were as tall as I was, just over six feet. “What happened to him did he fall or something,” he asked.
“No he tried to hit me, I’m his father and I just tapped him in the solar plexus, he just got a little of what he has been giving my daughter-in-law. I should have intervened ages ago, but I didn’t want to get involved. He was striking her when we arrived.”
“Who is we?”
“My other two daughter-in-laws, they are waiting down in my car.”
“This woman has been beaten very badly,” said the lady constable.
“Right matey, a real tough guy are we.” One of the constables said as he bent to lift ray up. Ray lashed out at him and the other brought out his stick and brought it down, Ray was last seen being dragged out of the door.
“We would like you to come to the station, to sign a statement, could you and your daughters-in-law do that? I will have to get this lady examined by a doctor. If they don’t admit her can you give her accommodation?”
“She’s leaving Ray; she is coming to live at my place.”
“That’s fine, for she shouldn’t be on her own.”
“She won’t, my other daughters will look after her.”
Dimples handed me the flat keys as she departed with the lady officer. I went round and closed everything down and locked the front door. Then the three of us made for the police station.
“I should have stepped in ages ago, when I first spotted the bruises on Dimples. It is as much my fault as it is his.” I said as we drove.
“Come on Charlie, it was no way your fault,” said Lyn.
“What a lousy load of sons I have, they have treated you all badly.”
“Frank doesn’t treat Daphnia bad, he is a bit like you and they get on fine together, they keep to themselves and enjoy each others company, just like you and me Charlie,” Jenny said patting my knee.
“And me Charlie, I am very happy being with you,” said Lyn from the back seat.
We were three hours at the police station, while Dimples was interrogated and examined by a doctor. She refused to be admitted, but wanted to come back with us. Also the poor woman had to go through the embarrassment of being photographed. There was hardly a part of her body that didn’t have a bruise on it. The doctor gave her a sick note for a weeks leave and told her to rest. We only had to make out a statement to say what we saw this evening. They weren’t interested in that I saw the bruises weeks before they noted it but it wasn’t included in my statement..
Dimples looked a mess as we helped her into the car, watched by the lady policewoman, who waved as we drove off.
“Well Dimples this is your home now for as long as you want. No one will beat you here, well you should know, you spend some time here almost every day.”
“Pops, can I call you Charlie too?”
“Of course you can, sweetheart, why should you not when these other two do.”
“Your harem is growing,” she said.
“Not any more it isn’t I don’t know how I am going to cope with three women in the house.”
“Oh we will treat you fine Charlie,” Lyn said coming over and giving me a kiss, a real passionate one too.
“I see you are more than our father-in-law,” said Dimples. “I thought it was just you and Jenny, but Lyn I see as well, I am in good company.”
“Did you hear what that bastard called Dimples,” started Lyn.
“Lyn, I don’t want to hear his name mentioned again in this house, he doesn’t exist. I don’t feel that way about you, all three of you, my three lovelies. Oh God I just thought “Charlie’s Angels”. I said laughing, which brought laughter from all three of them.
When I went to bed that night only Lyn was in bed. I got in and she came to me and completely wrapped her self round me, her large firm breasts pressed to my chest and her hand grasping my rising penis. Her mouth glued onto mine for about thirty seconds. Within that time I had a boner of all boners, as her soft skin was pressed hard against mine. She rolled onto her back bringing me with her, opened her thighs and pushed my boner into her womanhood. It was now up to me to take it further. She lay beneath me all sweet and beautiful with her blonde hair spread as a halo around her head. How could any man refuse such a beautiful woman? She lifted her hips and I pushed forward and sank into her moist cunt, no not a cunt that was too crude for this beautiful woman, her Garden of Eden. It felt like a velvet glove which had surrounded my penis and I passed her Cervix as I now stretched her vagina to accommodate me. It was beautiful, nothing crude about it, we got into a slow rhythm and made slow wonderful sex. I have heard it said that if the sex act was good you left your earthly body and floated on a cloud. That was the feeling I had with Lyn, she definitely knew how to use her body to give maximum satisfaction. My climax came as an explosion; I again flooded one of my angels’ bodies. She didn’t seem to object at all.
“Charlie, I’ve never felt like this before, it was wonderful.”
“You too, I felt as if I was on a cloud.”
“Was I there?”
“You were the cloud sweetheart.”
“I love making love to you, if this is how it should feel.”
“I hope so too.”
“I, like Jenny want to stay with you always, will you let me, I will not disgrace you, I promise.”
“I want you to stay, I want all of you to stay, how I will ever keep you all happy is beyond me.”
“We are happy, you just leave it to us, and we will arrange everything.”
“Come on you two, I want to come to bed,” said Jenny from the doorway.
I rolled off Lyn and onto my back as Jenny climbed in also.
“Well, everything work out Lyn,”
“Oh yes, Jenny, I have found my man.”
“Our man, remember we are ‘Charlie’s Angels'” she said with a giggle. “Some Angels eh!”
So now I know what the routine was, if I found one in bed by herself then that was my sex night with whichever one was in bed. If two were in bed that was a no sex night. Surprising though it may seem I wasn’t as pressed as I though I would be.
We returned from work on the Friday night to be confronted with a table fully laid out, with all the trimmings and a prepared dinner, all prepared by Dimples. She was even dressed in a very sexy but flimsy dress, stockings and heeled shoes. Not the usual way they dress when in the house. Tank top and shorts, most of the time braless was usually the dress of the day when they were at home. So it was very unusual to see Dimples dressed so.
“To what do we owe this lovely prepared meal?” I asked when we were all seated and ready to eat.
“I hope this is a celebration for my full integration into our family,” she replied.
“But you are integrated in the family Dimples.” I said puzzled.
“No, into your own, I want to be an equal member like Jenny and Lyn, a full partner and all that goes with it.” she said but looking down at her plate in front of her.
“Oh, that arrangement. I have nothing to say on that arrangement Dimples, that is for Jenny and Lyn to say.”
“They have agreed that there should just be the four of us. I am happy here, I feel safe and loved. What better place than to be with the people who you can trust and love and be loved in return. Here, I feel I can have that. All I want is for you to say you want me to be a full participating member of your family.”
That was the most I have ever heard Dimples say at any one time, she is a very pretty woman and I had said that they were my angels, so I won’t cast her out now.
“Dimples will you come and stay with us, I really want you to and I love having you close.”
“That’s all I wanted Charlie, you will never regret it.” She then pushed her chair back and came and hugged me and placed those plump lips of hers over mine, which completely sealed my mouth. Her hair cascaded down that too completely encasing our heads in her hair, which was that long and thick. All three of them had long thick hair, my two blondes and one brunette.
“Dimples will also be sleeping with you to-night Charlie, Lyn and I will share a bed for to-night but this will be the last time that you get the whole night with only one of us, say it’s a present from Lyn and I.” Jenny said.
Then she added. “On Monday, Lyn and I are going to change our next of kin and relationship categories at work; we are going to straighten this out once and for all. We are both fed up with being chatted up by all the randy men at work. We are changing it to married and you as our husband. They can say what they like it is our choice, so expect some comeback.”
“You are prepared to declare our relationship publicly, you are not afraid of the sneers and sly remarks which you are likely to get?”
“No we are not ashamed, are you ashamed of us?”
“I will do likewise; this will get the rumour merchants going.”
“They are going to think that you are some super stud having two young women as wives,” Jenny laughed.
“Sorry three, I have done a job change with one of the secretaries who wants to work nearer home. So I will be starting there also on Monday. What are they going to say when we three all declare Charlie as our husband; we really will stir them up.”
“We stick together at all breaks and let them have a chance to speak about us which they most certainly will do. It will give some other poor sod a break and give them something to talk about for a week or so,” I said.
So now I was committed and they themselves have decided to go public and say to hell what you think this is our lives we will live it the way we want to.
That night on retiring, I found Dimples in bed on the side which Jenny usually lays, so she will be on my left. Now she seemed coy and not the usual bouncy Dimples of only an hour ago. It was as if she was expecting some awful thing to happen to her, with the covers held tight to her chin. Her eyes following jerky my every movement. What had this lovely woman experienced before in bed, it seemed that this was something she actually feared?
I got in and she still held her position, her body was as rigid as a board. Was this why Jenny and Lyn had given us the whole night, they knew this was going to happen. I slipped my arm under her shoulders and drew her in close with the other around her back, with my palm on the small of her back and drew her in close to me. I bent and kissed those full sexy lips and she slowly responded and put her arms around me, but she still was quite rigid. Not the Dimples who used to casually sit on my knee in the chair. No, this was a different Dimples all together, a frightened Dimples.
“Why are you afraid sweetheart, there is nothing to fear, you know I would never hurt you in a million years, so why are you so tense?”
“I don’t want to be slapped and hit any more.”
“Why would I do that, for God’s sake?”
“Isn’t that what all men do to get the woman to give them what they want?”
“What twisted way have you been going through, is that what Ray done to you?”
“Yes, he said all women like to be beaten into submission, I thought there was something wrong with me, for I didn’t like that, I thought it would be all tender and nice, not rough and painful. I was afraid to ask Jenny and Lyn, for they say having sex with you was so nice.”
“It usually is, I have no idea what you have been put through Dimples, but in this bed with me, it’s you who dictates what is nice and what isn’t. So tonight you forget all of the past, start afresh and you do what you think is right.”
“I just want to be held tight for now, Charlie. Ray never held me like you do and that is why I came round so often, just to be held tight and be loved.
For over an hour we lay just holding one another with breaks for a kiss or two, she was becoming more relaxed and the kisses more passionate and lingering more. Her hands were also exploring my body, gently she slid her hand all over my chest, my face, down my legs and stomach, even clasping my penis a few times, but I never rushed her or forced myself on her. She was working herself up and satisfying herself that I was going to do her no harm.
After her exploration I done the same to her, with open palm I followed her body lines over those wonderful full breasts of hers, down over her wonderful derrière. People rave about Jennifer Lopez and Kylie Monogue’s posterior, but I think Dimples has one of equal grandeur. I couldn’t reach her stomach for she was lying on me on it, but what I did reach I gentle rubbed.
“Do you like my body Charlie?” she whispered.
“I love it, so soft and smooth; yes I do Dimples, very much.”
“I like the way you have been caressing me, would you do that all over if I lie back?”
“Lie back and you will see.” I said back. She was definitely becoming so much more relaxed and I knew once this night was over she would have no more of these hang-ups.
So lying on her back, I started the same technique of gently moving my hand over her skin. My boner hardened as I moved over her wonderful orbs. She was at an age where they were still full and firm, not yet starting to droop, which they will do in a few years time. Down over the mound of her belly and touching the pubic hairs. As I moved down the top of her thighs she instinctively drew in a deep breath. But when I started moving up from her knees her legs opened and I slid down to the insides and moved up onto her super soft skin at the top of her thighs.
She dropped her hand and held mine there, and then pulled it up to rest on her vulva lips and pressed my hand in hard.
“Caress me here Charlie, please,” she whispered.
I wasn’t going to refuse this request .for this was exactly what I wanted to do in the first place.
This must be what men have to endure with a virgin for the first time and I was taking her through the experience, even though it was obvious she and my son had sexual relationships. But what sort of kinky sex did his warped mind demand.
Dimples was now responding as any normal woman did, as I worked my way up her crack to rub her clitoris and back down to her vaginal entrance. It was at this stage I started kissing down her body, down her throat, over those mountains of flesh which smelt so wonderful. Down over her stomach, stopping for a minute to ring her small puckered button, down the side of her triangle and eventually between her legs. She didn’t know whether to pull or push my head away from her or to her, so she gave up and left me to savour her pot of honey. Dimples tasted just like I knew she would, sweat and salty, and her pheromones were driving me crazy. That scent that was coming off her was the most recognised smell a man has of a woman and the seat of it was now covered by my mouth and my tongue was exploring her inner labia and vaginal passage.
Now she was holding my head in two hands pressing me hard into her womanhood for a few seconds and then the urgent pulling me up her body. Her thighs had opened wide as I slid up, now resting on my arms with my hands either side of her; I was looking down at her face. There was no fear on it now. She reached down grabbed my hard penis and placed the end into her passage; I just dropped my hips slightly and slipped into her lubricated passage. I just can’t explain how it feels to slip into a virile young woman in her prime, everything is so pliable and soft.
Dimples had her heels on my thighs and was holding my face in both of her hands as I slid right into the hilt and started a slow steady stroke, bottoming every time, keeping in time to her rotating or was it gyrating hips, whatever she done intensified the feelings I was getting and I was certain she was feeling good as well.
Once, twice three times she shuddered and after she kissed my face frantically, when at last I climaxed and fell to one side she had her legs locked around me holding me safely tucked up inside her body.
“That was just how I imagined it should be like. Oh Charlie darling, if this is the way I should feel then I want to be with you forever.”
“I’m glad I have made you feel so nice Dimples, you are a very beautiful woman, and I too want you all to myself. Is that being greedy and stopping you from having a man of your own?”
“I’ve had a man of my own and I don’t want any more of that way thank you. I have everything I want here, so why change that. It’s your male ego that wants to be boosted, I don’t care, you are what I want and beware of anyone who tries to take you away from us.”
“You said us, not you?”
“Yes us, ‘Charlie’s Angels’, we want no more to share you with. My, are they going to have something to talk about when we tell them you are the husband of all three of us.”
Now I was being kissed by a real angel for Dimples also had the sexiest lips, all full and kissable.
It wasn’t long until we were once more coupled, but this time Dimples was the dominant one and she performed as no one else. She had been liberated and was now exercising her new freedom.
Jenny and Lyn came bounding in the bedroom at six the next morning. Did I say bounding; bouncing would be more descriptive, for they were both naked and when a woman moves naked many things become mobile on their own and as I said these two ladies were well endowed and so more weight being moved around.
It wasn’t me they were interested in but Dimples and it was obvious by the smile on Dimples face that all was well for the other two got real excited.
“Thanks Charlie, I knew you would be gentle with her, she told us what she had been through, well maybe not everything, but we filled in the blanks. Now she looks great,” Jenny said wrapping her body onto mine as she got under the clothes and lay along side of me, her lips sealed on mine.
*
At least Ray done the right thing, he admitted in court and pleaded guilty to all offences and was given six years plus counselling for anger management.
The three of them were right, it did cause a bit of a stir at work, but soon all was forgotten and the wolves moved on to greener pastures, knowing there wasn’t a hope in hell of getting anywhere close to my Angels.
At home, I was expecting arguments and bickering, but in a year now I haven’t heard one argument.
“They may be ‘Charlie’s Angels’ when all together, but they are pure heaven when just two of us are alone, giving comfort to an old man.”
The beginning