Appreciate the nice comments on Parts 1 & 2.
Here’s Part 3. :)
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She feared for a moment she’d have to dose him with Scotch again, the way his face paled and he seemed to shrink into himself, away from her. His hand, which had been covering and caressing the bulge of his caged cock while she’d talked, sprang away as if he was suddenly scalded.
“We can’t … I can’t … we, we … this is too soon, too much,” he gibbered, looking at her with real panic. “Michael is … he’s coming here? *Today*?” He asked. He half-sat up as if to flee, and she put her hand on his arm again, firmly, holding him with her eyes and her words, firm yet loving, in control.
“Yes, honey. Our son is coming home today. Shhh… look at me,” she gentled him, making him look her in the eye, letting him feel her love and the force of her will. “Yes … our oldest son is coming to visit us. He’s staying the weekend. It will be wonderful to have him here, as always.” Seeing him slightly more settled, she placed both feet on the floor, used her free hand to settle her skirt about her, then smiled at him. “We would never want him to feel like he can’t come home, would we?”
“N-no, of course not, but-”
“Shhh,” she quieted him again. “I know this is all very sudden. Very … well, odd. It’s a lot to take in, and I am so proud of you for taking it so well.” She leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek. “You really are the most wonderful man — the most wonderful husband *and* father,” she praised him, serenely. “So here is what I need you to do. Please go upstairs to our room. I placed clean sheets and pillowcases on your chair. Please make up the bed nice and fresh. And get those four red candles I like and put two each on the nightstands,” she gently ordered, watching him. “When you’re done with that, I also left clean sheets on the bed in the guest room.” She smiled for a moment, noting the irony — the guest room had been Michael’s, converted after he’d left home. She patted his arm gently. “I suspect you’ll be sleeping in there this weekend, so do a good job.” She smiled at him, her control a useful mask … while inside, her heart was pounding, her pussy was drenched and her mouth was dry in anticipation. Not only of Michael’s arrival but also of the potential issues today’s necessary confrontation might force.
She steadied herself, for Daniel as much as her, and bent her will toward him once again.
“You understand what I need you to do, honey? We don’t have a lot of time. Go on … be a good boy and go do what I asked.”
She saw him struggle, as he had so many times before in the past four years, especially at the beginning. His image of himself as a man, as a husband and father … as someone his colleagues and employees looked up to. Someone who his *sons* looked up to, more importantly. That image now, once again, at war with who he *was*, deep inside. The man he’d revealed himself to her to be, at great personal risk. The man she loved even more ardently now than ever. The cuckold she loved and controlled and honored with her love.
“I love you, Daniel … I always have, I always will,” she murmured, taking his hand. “You *know* that. Nothing will ever change that. You gave me our beautiful son. We have every right to be proud of him, of the man he’s become.” She raised his hand, kissed it, and looked at him. “It will all be all right, you’ll see. Please trust me. And do as I say.”
He paused … the pause going on for a beat, a moment, seeming to stretch out. Then sighed. Released her hand. Trembling, he stood. Seemed to collect himself, then gave her a smile. Not his usual toothy beam of a grin … but a smile nonetheless.
“Okay, honey. I trust you,” he murmured, then brushed past her, and she turned to watch him leave the room, only releasing the pent-up deep breath she’d been holding when she heard his heavy tread on the stairs.
She stood and went to the entryway table, fished her phone from her purse, then sat again on the couch and found her son’s name in her contacts.
She paused for a moment, gathering herself, allowing her excitement to show in a lovely smile, and texted him.
>Told him! Omg, so stressful. But he’s okay! Shaky … be gentle with him, like we discussed. BE RESPECTFUL — remember, he is still your father! I will be in charge of him. You just be yourself, and if you need to, just try to forget he’s here. For all this to work, though … we’ll need to have him be nearby at some point, like I said. I will decide all that. Hope you’re close … love you baby, can’t wait!! XOXO
She hit send and sat for a few more moments, heart skittering, her sex so wet she could practically smell herself.
“Like a bitch in heat,” she whispered, and stifled a giggle. “Dripping wet … for my handsome son.”
She shook her head in disbelief, then got up to go into the kitchen to make sure she’d iced her son’s favorite IPA.
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Daniel was still upstairs … she’d heard him moving from one room to the next, and had heard the toilet flush and the water running in the master bath. She was at the sunny kitchen table, drinking a glass of wine, when her phone dinged.
She picked it up and read the reply from her son.
>Pulling in now. God, so nervous. Are you sure about this, mom? I feel like an asshole. I know you told him but maybe we should let it sit for a few days. What do you think?? Really jittery…
She drained the wine, put the glass down and walked through the kitchen and down the center hall, heels clacking, to the front bay window of the living room.
Michael’s maroon SUV was sitting in front of the house, its tinted windows bouncing back sun glare and making him invisible inside the cab.
She raised the phone and replied:
>You’re sweet to be concerned. I was too. But trust me … I know him well. We can’t hide this from him anymore. He needs to see and know — it’s how he’s built. I know this is hard for you but you have to trust me on this. Come in here please, honey. I need you … and your dad needs to get his own handle on this too. Please.
She sent it and then lowered the phone, waiting, watching, her breath caught in her chest.
There was a pause of several minutes, and she almost believed he’d pull away again. But then the driver’s side door opened and she saw his loafer-clad feet appear on the far side, then his head in profile as he stood tall, turning toward the house and closing the door of the SUV before coming around the hood and walking resolutely toward the front walk. He had a small overnight bag in one hand and a smaller one in his left, a gift bag of some kind.
She smiled, then walked to the foyer.
“Dan?” she called up the stairs. “Michael is here, honey. Please come on down.”
She heard silence … then an answering call from the back room.
“Be right down!”
She stood, hearing her son’s footsteps on the stone walkway approaching, his tread seeming to mirror the pounding of her heart … and then his tall, dark outline was limned through the glass of the ornate door as he shaded the sun’s glare … and then he opened the door and came in, just as she heard her husband’s tread on the stairs behind her.
“Hi baby,” she smiled at him, holding her arms out to her oldest son. “So glad you’re here.”
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*There will probably be more … but can’t say when! Enjoy :)*
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