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--- The Cuckold Club - James

   Diana lay in bed tossing and turning.  She so desperately wanted to feel
Dick's penis inside her.  But with her husband lying there she dared not to
get up and go over to Dick's bed which was in the next room.  She tried to
lie still so that her husband would not be disturbed.  Her fingers found
their way to her womanhood as she recollected the events of the past.

   Diana and James had been married for 18 long years.  They had been
incompatible from the beginning but life doesn't allow you to make simple
choices.  Diana had been 15 and James 18 when they had fucked at a friend's
party.  Usually Diana would have had some condoms on her but that day she
wasn't carrying any since none of her usual lovers were expected to come to
the party.  There had been drinks and before long she was whoozy.  James
had offered to drive her home.  One the long dark stretch that connected
the town where they had partied and their own town Diana had felt a
desperate need for sex.  It had been easy to seduce the mild-mannered James
into fucking her in the car.

   She had missed her periods the very next month.  Scared and worried she
had gone to James.  She'd explained to James how she was sure that he was
the father of the child.  James being the gentleman that he was immediately
drove with her to her father's house and asked for her hand in marriage. 
Mr.McLlaugh had been livid but he saw the writing on the wall.  It was a
choice between his daughter having a baby without a father or living with a
wimp like James.  He chose the latter.  To minimize the scandal he had got
James a job at the opposite coast.

   James moved to the new city with his new wife.  From the beginning he
knew that he wasn't good enough for her.  So counted himself lucky for
having bagged the town's beauty.  His initial fears that she would cheat
him too soon disappeared.  She had settled to a homely life and spent more
time with the neighborhood women and almost kept away from all men.  It
also helped that his father-in-law had a traveling job which kept him
passing through the city often, almost twice or thrice a week.

   However his conjugal life was virtually zero.  After that night in the
car she had never ever allowed him to penetrate her.  On occasions after a
lot of prodding she would condescend to giving him a hand job.

   18 years had passed and their son was now a strapping young man.  On the
day prior to his son's eighteenth birthday his father-in-law had come into
town.

   "James, it's an important day in Dick's life and I want to make it
special.  I hope you will join me in this", his father-in-law had said.

   "I agree David.  What do you have in mind?" he asked as they sat on the
lawn with a six pack beer.

   "First of all you need to know something.  Dick isn't your biological
son."

   James felt his blood running cold.  He had been cheated.  Cheated for 18
years.

   "He's my son."

   James felt a hammerblow on his chest.  The boy he had so lovingly
brought up was the bastard from an incestual relationship.

   "Dick knows about this."

   James felt the world spin around him.  Everything seemed to fall away.
Everything that he had built up was coming crashing down on him.

   "James, I know this is a shock to you.  I can understand how it must
feel at the moment.  But think about it.  Do you think Di would have ever
married you when she had the choiciest of men to choose from?  She married
you because she knew were her perfect mate - undemanding and trusting.  We,
all three of us, admire you for that.  I guess that sounds pretty hollow,
but the fact is we do."

   James got up and walked out onto the street.  He walked up and down the
street, slowly sipping on his beer.  Tears streamed down his cheeks freely.
After about half an hour of walking he went back into the house.

   "Why are you telling me all this?" he asked his father-in-law.

   They were all in the kitchen now.

   "Son, I'm over 50 and no longer able to keep up with my daughter.  She's
pretty wild, you know?  So I intend to hand her over to our son who we are
sure will be capable to taking care of her needs."

   "You've gotta be kidding."

   But then he knew they were not.  A father and daughter would could
father a child could well bring the child into the game.

   "So that's going to be your eighteenth-birthday gift to your son?" James
sneered.

   David nodded his head.

   "So why tell me?  I mean, you never asked me if you could fuck my wife.
So why ask me if your son can fuck her?"

   "James, please", Diana pleaded.

   "Please what?" he spat back at her.

   "We need to cool down here", she persisted.

   "Cool down?  Cool down?  Now that is a joke.  My wife's a slut and I
have to cool down."

   He didn't see the blow, just felt it.  The next thing he knew he was
sprawled on the floor.

   "You talk to my daughter like that once more and we won't have to ask
for your permission for anything anymore."

   James looked up at the towering David and waited for the next blow.  It
never came.

   He got up and sat on the stool.

   "Like I said, whether you like it or not we respect and love you for
what you are.  Now, coming why we are telling you this, that's because Dick
is a young man and may not control himself too well.  So things may happen
pretty openly.  We didn't want you to know like that."

   By this time James was past caring.  He nodded his head and said, "Go
ahead do what you like."

   That night, at midnight they had woken up Dick and presented him with
his gift.  James unwrapped the gift for `his' son.  Diana had been gift
wrapped and brought into Dick's room.  James had undone the knot and
unwrapped the gift wrapping.  Diana had stepped out in her naked glory. 
The boy's parents explained to him how neither is biological father nor his
official father was enough for his mother.

   Dick had been ecstatic.  Even as things were being explained to him he
was feeling up his mother.

   "Can I fuck her now?", he'd asked.

   "She's all yours", David had announced.

   Dick threw his mother on the bed and pulled down his pants.  James was
awe-struck at the size of `his' son's penis.  But his wife didn't have any
trouble taking the thick manhood into her.  The slut had been wet with
excitement.

   Mother and son had fucked like noisy banshees in front of the men.  As
they thrashed away on the bed James found himself getting aroused.  He
stole a glance at David and was surprised to see that the old man had his
penis out and was shamelessly jacking away.

   "Go on, it's natural", David prompted.

   James pulled out his penis and began stroking it too.  He didn't last
very long, and shamefully shot his load first.  Then he watched as `his'
son pounded away into Diana's cunt.

   The fucking didn't seem to abate and soon he had one more erection.  By
now the mother and son were fucking in the doggy style.

   It was over an hour before the sex-fest broke up.

   David had left the next morning.  After James left to work, mother and
son had gone at it again.  In fact they had fucked all the way up to lunch
time.  But now she wanted more.

   Her thoughts were distracted by a knock on her bedroom door.  Both Diana
and James sat up as their son walked in.

   "Dad, can I take mom to my room?  I need to fuck her if I have to
sleep."

   "Dick, you know I can't leave your dad and come.  We've never slept in
separate beds since the day we wed."

   There was an expectant silence.

   "Fuck her here", James said and turned his back to them.

   He felt Dick get into his conjugal bed.  He felt his wife and `his' son
take off their clothes.  Then the rocking began.

   -- Comments, brickbats and praise are welcome at bentspoon@excite.com
   
