In the Dark - Epilogue, by Oliver Winslet. A boy, two girls, a
mom, and several others get together for late night adventures.
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exhib, harem, public sex, caught

Author's Note

This is a story meant for adult reading, only. If you are under
eighteen or whatever the minimum legal age is in your
jurisdiction, if you find reading stories containing graphic
representations of sexual acts offending, or if reading such
literature is illegal where you are, leave right now.

Epilogue

My friend promised me to tell me about only five weeks. In all
honesty I was exhausted from hearing his story and trying to
convert the story from the dictation device he consented to use
to capture it. I don't recall reading another story of this sort
with the kind of detail he gave me. It took me almost two months
after returning home to complete copying the stuff on the tape
into written words on paper, and another couple of months to
rewrite it so it made sense. There were nearly a half million
characters, almost eighty-five-thousand words, and over 150 pages
of 12 point Courier type. Basically it turned into a novel. Oh it
took two weeks to proofread it, and I'm sure it still isn't error
free.

Of course the purpose of an epilogue is to let the reader know
something of what went on after the story ended. Ollie gave me a
sort of large thumbnail sketch of the next sixty years, just for
that purpose.

The first thing he did after finishing his narrative was to
invite me to his home for supper (he still didn't call it
dinner). He wanted me to meet his wives. That's right wives. When
I arrived I was met at the door by a tall, elegant, still
beautiful blond haired woman who introduced herself as Ollie's
wife, Meredith. Close behind her was an equally elegant and
beautiful brunette. She introduced herself as Ollie's wife,
Jeannette. Is something beginning to jell in your thinking? I
know I was suffering an instant case of overload. I had really
thought Ollie's whole story was a flight of fancy, but now I was
beginning to doubt my belief.

Ollie appeared carrying a tray with four drinks and handed them
around to the ladies and to me. The drinks were Long Island iced
tea. He invited us to join him in his den, which was furnished
with plush leather chairs and furniture. It was both comfortable
and intimate. The ladies sat me between them on a very nice
couch. Very comfortable, and with these two women, very intimate.


Ollie reminded me to start my dictation thing since it was
obvious that Meredith and Jeannette were distracting me, a lot.
Anyone who says that mid-seventies women can't exude sex hasn't
met these two. I started the recorder, and this is what he had to
say, with ladies chiming in with some additions and
clarifications.

It seems that following the beach trip, Bethany turned up
pregnant. Joanne dodged that bullet. Bethany's husband thought
the child, a boy, was his. The Family knew it was Ollie's. The
Family continued to live its double life of school children most
of the time and young adults who were part of the in-crowd some
of the time. In January of 1949 Maria' husband and Marene's dad
was killed in an accident while driving from Boston to New York
during a snow storm.

We all went to the memorial service, The Family, Joanne's
parents, Bethany's husband, and my parents. Maria played the role
of grieving widow, appropriately, but Marene went mildly insane
with her grief. Ollie said he felt so sorry for her losing her
dad. He suspected that if their circumstances were reversed, he
would have behaved as she did. That night she demanded that Ollie
attend only to her, insisting he fuck her almost continuously for
the entire night and most of the next day. Everyone else stayed
out of the way as she worked her way through her grief. It took a
couple of weeks, but she finally returned to pretty much normal.

Ollie, Marene, and Joanne graduated from OHS in 1951, the year
before it was closed as a high school. It was to be replaced by
two schools, Edgewater to the north and South to the south. The
long time principal of OHS, William R. Boone, died at his desk
three days after the last high school students left. Since he was
due to become principal at South High School, the school board
honored him by renaming South High School as William R. Boone
High School. He had run the OHS with firmness and love, and with
no assistant principals, and there were about 2500 students. The
students understood the need for firmness and appreciated his
love of the school and its students. He was highly respected and
loved by his students. There must have been a thousand people at
his funeral, most of them former students.

After graduation, Ollie apprenticed as a machinist at a local
manufacturing plant with the added incentive that if he finished
his apprenticeship with high ratings from his journeymen and the
school that provided his related training he would continue in a
second apprenticeship as a toolmaker. If you are familiar with
these two trades, they pay extremely well. In fact as recently as
the early 2000's toolmakers were recognized as the seventh
highest paid occupation in the U.S. Who'd have thought it?

The day after graduating, Ollie and Marene announced their
engagement, and were married about six months later. Marene
delivered their first child a year later, a boy named Ollie, III,
since Ollie was a junior. Joanne moved in with them to help
Marene with Ollie III the week she came home from the hospital. A
year later Marene and Ollie got a quick, no-fault divorce. She
said it cost twenty-five dollars and didn't require an attorney.
Ollie and Joanne married the day after the divorce was finalized.
Joanne delivered a beautiful baby girl nine months later that
they named Maria after Marene's mother. Marene had never moved
out of the home and helped Joanne with Maria. Of course both
grandmothers were constantly underfoot, but that was
understandable.

When Maria was 15 months old, Ollie and Joanne filed for a
no-fault divorce, and the day after it was finalized Ollie and
Marene married again. Marene delivered a girl as her second child
nine months later, named Joan, after Joanne's mother. Again, when
Joan was fifteen months old, Ollie and Maria divorced, with Ollie
marrying Joanne the day after the divorce was finalized. Joanne
only took six months to deliver her second child, a son named
Albert after Maria's new husband. Of course Marene's mom was now
Margaret, but that was a minor detail. The beautiful widow and
her very wealthy new husband made a striking couple and were
widely sought after in their social circles.

After the fourth child Ollie decided, with the support of his two
wives to open a tool making business of his own. He had a
reputation as a skilled and precise toolmaker who could handle
the most difficult and exacting jobs, and with Martin Marietta
opening Martin Orlando to service the space industry, the
opportunity was ripe for a toolmaker of Ollie's competence to
expand into a business of his own. To do that, he needed someone
to capitalize his new business. He knew who to hire and where to
locate his business. With some of the money that Maria/Margaret
had received from her husband's insurance and the nearly
thirty-thousand dollars he had saved from all of that extra time
on the road, he had about half of what he needed to get started.

He felt his best bet was to approach Albert through Margaret in
his persona as Robert. Margaret invited him and his two wives for
a week's leisure at Albert's and her country estate (summer home)
on the upper peninsula in Michigan. They left the children with
the grandmothers and were off for the week's adventure. Needless
to say that Albert was charmed by Ollie's two beautiful, naked
wives. Add them to Albert's own beautiful naked wife, and the
week took on a sort of heavenly style. Albert also thrived on the
new pussy for the walking fuck, with Robert renewing his walking
fuck with Margaret. Since no one continued to orgasm, the walking
fuck was not thought of as anything wrong, but rather as a
pleasant way to wander the estate and chat.

Three naked angels living gracefully in his domain had a great
deal of influence on Albert. He agreed to support
Ollie's/Robert's business with one-hundred-thousand dollars and a
management consultant to help Robert organize the business,
basically helping him put together his business plan, operational
plan, financial plan, and develop a workable way of selling his
services. It worked, and over the next few years of very hard
work, sacrifice, and tireless persistence, Ollie's, or should I
say Robert's family, The Family, became millionaires many times
over. Ollie and his wives had taken advantage of the
opportunities afforded hardworking people in the United States
who had a dream and a plan to fulfill it.

They were successful on the first try, which is not always the
case. Over half of the country's entrepreneurs fail on their
first try, often going bankrupt, but if the dream is important
enough to them, and they are willing to work hard enough, most of
them are eventually successful. Ninety percent of success as an
independent businessman is the result of ninety hour weeks and
very little sleep. It doesn't hurt to have adequate
capitalization, too.

He also told me that if he were to try to start his business
today, instead of in the 1960's, he would probably have failed
because of stupid new regulations, uncertainty about even more
regulations, confusion about how the new health care mess would
impact the business and his employees, and concern about higher
taxes taking the profit out of the business.

He pointed out that his net profit was only about five percent,
and another three and a half percent in income taxes would drop
his profitability to one and a half percent, if he didn't raise
prices. Even today, he can make more than that off of
Certificates of Deposit, so why go into (or stay in) business
when the money can be safely invested in bank notes, with almost
no effort or overhead, for the same return? He added that The
Family was also heavily invested in gold, silver, and copper.

He added that he had broken his business into several smaller
businesses with separate management to assure that some of the
really onerous future rulings of the president's health care
fiasco and other recent legislation wouldn't affect his workers
or his companies. Being a smaller small business is better than
being a bigger small business. Many of the common functions like
legal, payroll, and accounting are contracted to another business
he owns to keep overhead down for all of the businesses and to
let them concentrate on the business and not on being slaves to
government regulations and bureaucrats.

Ollie got off of his soapbox and continued with his story. He
told me that Bethany was thrilled about her pregnancy, and became
a demanding lover, wanting sex every day, even when her husband
was home. She would come over to Maria's every day either before
going to work or as soon as she got home and demand that Ollie
fuck her silly. He did his best. He said she had three more
children, all his, and that her husband never discovered that
they were Ollie's. She died of cancer when she was 52, in 1970.
The Family missed her, mightily.

Maria/Margaret's second husband, Albert Eckerd, died in 1996 of a
heart attack and old age while, thanks to viagra, he  was fucking
Margaret. The story is that he died a happy man. His will left 90
percent of his estate to Margaret, with the rest split between
the University of Florida and his children by his first marriage.
Maria/Margaret died in 2006 at the age of 90, with the surviving
members of the family at her bedside in the old house on
Elizabeth street, a home that Ollie, Marene, and Joanne still
lived in, regardless of their wealth. It held memories that they
felt were too valuable to abandon. The surviving members of The
Family were heirs to Margaret's fortune. Ollie's and Joanne's
parents died in the early 1990's, still confused over their
children's unusual lifestyle.

Ollie and his wives continued the biennial divorce/marriage
routine, even though they were no longer having children. He said
they agreed that it was just fair to do so. After having divorced
and remarried both of his wives several times, the magistrates
and clerks started expecting them, sometimes with the paperwork
already completed when they made their biennial appearances.
Having a man and his two wives cheerfully carrying on with them
while divorcing brightened the workday of the courthouse workers.
Joanne and Marene got a huge laugh from the magistrate when they
chorused, "See you in two years," as they left after the fifth or
sixth divorce/marriage.

Ollie told me he was at a meeting with investors at which one of
them asked what it was like remarrying an ex-wife. He said he
responded with a comment that sent them into hysterics and
actually may have clinched the deal. What he said was that
remarrying and ex-wife was like having your hemorrhoids
reinstalled. I agree. At least it struck me as really funny, in
spite of my knowing that Ollie welcomed those hemorrhoids. They
were beautiful, smart, and loving. The best kind of hemorrhoids.

So, after sixty-two years, Ollie, Marene, and Joanne are still a
loving family. Ollie has been married fifty-nine years to his
girls, but this  year, 2011, both of the girls will have been his
wife for thirty years. On his fiftieth wedding anniversary and
the girls' twenty-fifth, he gave each of them a silver
Rolls-Royce convertible, and they gave him a gold, custom made
Rolex watch. It had gold images embossed on the watch face of
themselves when they were fourteen. He told me that when he was
asked who the pretty teenagers were, he would always reply, "Oh,
they're my girls."

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I completed this story about five years ago and never got around
to publishing it (there a couple more, one that's longer). I had
originally planned to end the story here, but thought you might
like a little follow up. I had continued my friendship with Ollie
and his wives and got together with them, socially, whenever if
visited Central Florida. Some things happened about two years
later later that I felt would be icing on the cake. I hope you
enjoy the addition.

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While visiting with Ollie and his wives a couple of years later,
I was personally introduced to the walking fuck. No, not by one
of Ollie's wives, but by their granddaughter, a beautiful, tall,
slender, blond woman with a striking resemblance to Marene and
certainly the same flexibility. Toward the end of my visit with
Ollie and his wives she walked into Ollie's den, naked, and sat
on my lap. She asked if I would join her for a brief walk. I made
a few gulping sounds before I told her it sounded like a very
nice idea. Ollie winked at me and told me that he thought I was
skeptical about the walking fuck, so he arranged a demonstration
for me, as he and his wives began to disrobe. While undressing,
he introduced the young beauty sitting on my lap and unbuttoning
my shirt as his granddaughter, Meredith.

She had my top half bare in no time. Of course to get me naked
she would have to get off my lap. She did. She unbuckled my belt
and began tugging my trousers down while a quickly naked Marene
was removing my socks and shoes. By the time they got my
underpants off, my erection was at full mast. I was hard as a
rock. Meredith stood up, turned around, and sat down on it. I
confess. My cock loved her cunt. She was sopping wet and began
vibrating, almost instantly.

Ollie told me to get up and walk around the house. Meredith
reached back, grabbed both of my arms and pulled me to my feet.
Ollie connected with Joanne and led us around the house.

Once the family acquired wealth, they had bought all of the
undeveloped land in the block around the original house and had
added considerable construction to the property. There were
additional houses, now, that complimented the original home and
were connected to it by enclosed walkways. Also, part of the
undeveloped field behind the house was still there, still
overgrown with weeds. Meredith abandoned Ollie and Joanne,
leading me out the back door and into the weedy field. A couple
of yards into the field there was an area where the weeds were
trampled down.  She pulled off of me and quickly turned around
and pulled me to the ground on top of her. She plugged me back
into her pussy and said, "Fuck me senseless!"

I began by simply making love to this beautiful woman. Her
vibrations accelerated to pulses. She was treating my dick to
marvelous contractions. I accelerated my thrusts, discovering the
progression of her body's response matched what Ollie had
described about Marene's and Maria's sexual responses. It was
both fascinating and massively arousing. She progressed through
quivers to palsy, then to thrashing. My balls were so tight
against my groin that I thought they might disappear back into my
abdomen. I shot off. Spurt after spurt of rich, viral, sperm,
blasted into her cunt. She fainted.

I gradually calmed, and my dick slowly withered and fell from her
pussy. Her cunt "runneth over with" my cum. I gathered Meredith
up and carried her to the back of the house. There were the
concrete pad and the hose, just like in Ollie's story. I laid her
on the concrete, turned on the hose, and followed Ollie's
prescription for birth control, washing Meredith out, quite
thoroughly, then rinsed the sweat and dirt off of the remainder
of her body. I enjoyed gazing at her beautiful body as I rinsed
myself off.

Ollie came to the back door with a couple of towels and suggested
it was quicker to dry off with a towel than waiting to air dry. I
took the suggestion to heart and dried Meredith and myself.
Picking her inert body up, I carried her back into the house and
to Ollie's den, placing her gently on the leather couch. Ollie
gave me a few interesting facts about Meredith.

It turns out that she was a virgin and had never before been
fucked. She was also only fourteen years old, the normal age for
girls in that family to be deflowered. Finally, she had heard
about my writing a "history" of the founding of the family and
decided that I was the one who should take her virginity. I was
somewhere between shocked, surprised, and flattered. I really
didn't know what to think. Ollie concluded with an interesting
suggestion, "You're only nine years older than she is, and in two
more years she will be of age to marry. She's a good girl and
will make you a good wife. Why don't you stay here for a couple
more years and become a member of The Family?" And, that's how I
found my beautiful, young bride. We are very happy together,
living in the ancestral home in Orlando.

END


  
In the Dark - Epilogue