Date: Wed, 26 Jul 2023 23:59:43 +0530 From: Leon Subject: A Happier Man I was on my way home much earlier than I thought I would be. The big meeting was over and the deal closed in just fifteen minutes, and instead of going back to our office to celebrate, I brought some flowers and decided to head home to my wife, Jenna. Ever since my peers and I started our management company almost two years ago, I'd been half living in the office, and sometimes spent half a month at a time away from home. Jenna would often tell me how much she missed me, how she felt like our sex life was growing spares, and how she sometimes felt restless and lonely. She worked from home, and with me away and our only child, our fifteen-year-old son, Noah, in school, I sympathized with her complaints. It had been especially hard for her when we found out that it was highly unlikely that she would ever bear another child, and she would sometimes be taken by bouts of loneliness. I missed her too. We were both in our late-thirties, with still a lot of urges and drive in us, but I could not afford to be slack with my career. This new deal meant that the company was set for perhaps years of smooth sailing, but I was also excited because it meant I would no longer have to sacrifice much of my time at home. Instead of going through the front door of our one-storey house on the edge of the city, I decided to mischievously go through the back and surprise Jenna. She would be home alone, working in the living room. I entered our gate and headed towards the back of the house between the wall and the tall fence, but as I got to our bedroom window where the curtains were closed, I heard some sounds. I listened closely. There was moaning and grunting. It was unmistakable what was happening inside. I felt anger rise up to my head and my fingers gripping the bouquet growing numb. There was a gap between the curtains that swayed in the breeze coming in through the other bedroom window. And through the gap, I saw what was going on inside, on our queen bed. My wife was on top, her back was to me, and she was straddling someone whose face I could not see. Her hips gyrated in a motion that I was so familiar with, her long black hair swayed down her arched back with every movement that she made, and her hands were on her chest, holding the pair of hands that were grabbing her breasts from below her. Even at that moment, I was still delighted at the sight of her naked body. I shifted my position to try to catch a glimpse of who the man below my wife was. A couple of names were already on my mind and I felt my anger rising higher. She then bent down and embraced whoever that person was, and then pulled him up so they were both in a sitting position. It was Noah, my fifteen-year-old son, and his mouth ran up my wife's--his mother's--neck, up to her lips and they kissed, their tongues going in and out of each other's mouths passionately, as they wrapped their arms around each other and thrusted their sweaty bodies into each other, oblivious of my gaze. My anger was suddenly replaced by complete surprise and a blankness in my mind. I did not know what to think. While I thought my wife was fucking some other guy, I had violent ideas in my head, but seeing my son instead completely put my head in a spin. I could not even move, except, as I kept on watching wide-eyed, unable to look away, unable to process the fact that my wife was fucking our son, I felt a sudden stir in my groin. I tore my eyes away from the view. My mind still a blank, I hurried toward the front door. I made loud noises to announce my arrival, and I listen to the subtle sounds of their panicked shuffling coming from our bedroom. I hurried toward the bedroom, still not knowing what I might do, and pushed the door open. Jenna was by the wardrobe and she turn toward me just as I opened the door. She was just finished tying the belt around her waist. There was a sheen of sweat on her cleavage. "I didn't know you'd be home this early," she said, trying to hide her panting. I still did not know what to say or do, and, almost automatically, I raised the bouquet of flowers toward her. "Is that for me? What's the occasion?" she asked. I told her about the meeting, about how I would be home more often, about how much I missed her and loved her. My words perhaps came out robotically and distractedly as I subtly surveyed every corner of the room. I noticed that the wardrobe was not closed properly, and in the narrow gap between the doors, I noticed an indistinguishable movement. But I immediately knew what was inside. Jenna kissed me and thanked me as she took the bouquet from my hands. "Come, let's to the living room and find a vase to put these in," she said as she grabbed my wrist and tried to pull me away. I did not move. Instead, without even thinking, I grabbed her waist and pulled her up against me. I took a deep breath of her sweet sent that I always thought would be mine alone, and I tried to smell if there is a lingering scent of our son's on her. I could see the fear of being discovered in her eyes, but she tried to play it off by playfully asking what I was doing. I undid the belt and reached inside her bathrobe, still saying nothing. I opened the collar of her bathrobe up and exposed one shoulder. I kissed her shoulder and then her neck. And all the while I was gazing at the gap between the wardrobe doors. I caressed her breasts and then slowly I moved my hand down, down her stomach that was slick with a sheen of sweat, past her naval, and down to her trimmed bush. Easily I slipped a finger into her wet pussy and she drew in a sharp breath. It was slippery and hot. "What have you been doing behind my back?" I teased, pushing my finger in and pulling out slowly, my eyes still looking for movements between the narrow gap of the wardrobe doors. I sensed her body tensing up, uncomfortable at the question. I could tell she was racking her brain for an answer, and I felt a sudden twinge of guilt. I realised then that I was not angry at all. I couldn't identify exactly what I was feeling, but it felt like annoyance, for some reason. And, the more I caressed her, imagining our son's fingers moving in and out of her pussy like I was doing now, I was growing more and more horny. I said, "Or have you been warming yourself up for me?" "I told you," she said, playing along, "I get lonely when you're not here." I slid another finger in. "Aren't you glad I'm here now?" "Yes," she gasped. After a few more gentle thrusts of my fingers, I pulled them out and brought it up to her mouth. I parted her lips and she sucked on them. I then brought my face to hers and kissed her as I pulled my fingers out of her mouth. I pushed her gently toward the bed as I parted her robes and caressed her more purposefully. But she stopped me as the backs of her legs touched the edge of the bed. "Baby, why don't we get in the shower? I'm all sweaty, and you're dirty." Not so fast, I thought, and gave her a smirk. "Just the way I like it," I said and pushed her onto the bed. Her robe opened up and displayed the body that I'd known for over twenty years. Jenna liked to keep fit, and although she wasn't as toned as she used to be in our teens and our twenties, she still had the body most women could only dream of. I always thought I was the luckiest man on earth. She was the athletic, playing sports through high school and college, while I was the nerd in the different student clubs. I could hardly believe it when she said yes when I asked her out. For some years, I thought she would eventually leave me, that she would find someone else who had a body as appealing as hers, but she never did. I was chubby in high school and for most of college, but I worked on myself, so I can confidently say that I'm worthy of her. Although I never felt quite on her level in terms of looks, I've received my share of compliments from other women and men, and even our son's bolder classmates. I undid my belt and pulled my trousers and my underwear down to my ankles in one motion. Seeing her splayed there, I could not contain myself. And the knowledge that my son was hiding in the closet, probably watching us from the shadow drove into me an intense passion the likes of which I never felt before. My dick was rock hard and throbbing, the head was slick with precum that had been oozing since I was outside looking in. I got down on top of her and guided my dick into her pussy. It slid in easily. We both moaned. I grunted as I thrusted hips back and forth, my passion almost uncontainable. I thought she would try to stop me because Noah was probably watching us, but the fact that she did not made me even more horny. My dick slid in and out, the titillation emanating from the wet rubbing of my dick against her vaginal walls travelling up and down my down my body. I did not realise how loud I was grunting. She put a finger to my lips, she whispered, "Noah's home." Indeed, he is, I thought, but I said nothing. I tried to be more silent, but I did not slow down. After a few more thrusts, I got down beside her and pulled her on top of me and let her straddle me. We'd been in this positing many times, but the image I had on my mind this time was different. She gyrated her hips, and my dick seemed to grow even harder, twisting and sliding in and out of her pussy. I reached up and grabbed her boobs and caressed them. And almost automatically, she put her hands on top of mind and squeezed. I wondered if she was thinking of the position she in was with our son just moments ago. The thought quickly made me approach climax. I sat up and embraced her, our hips thrusting toward each other, our pelvises meeting with slaps muted by our pubes. I was very close. I quickened my motion. While I rubbed my lips on her neck, my eyes were focused on the wardrobe. I saw the door slightly move, and a quick movement in the shadow, and then I shot my load. I groaned loudly, driving my hips forward with every spurt that engulfed the inside of my wife's pussy and coated my dick inside it. When I was finally done, I let go of my embrace and laid back on the bed, panting loudly. She got off me, slid off the bed and put my dick in her mouth, carefully sucking me, cleaning the cum off my dick. Almost aways, we finished each other off. Even when I was done before her, I put in the work, but this time, I made no move to do it. Instead, I asked her, "Why isn't Noah at school?" "He was feeling under the weather so I told him he could stay home," she said as she finished sucking and climbed back up on top of me. I glanced toward the wardrobe again. My wife caught my glance. She put my face between her hands and kissed me, blocking my view. I smiled inwardly. The annoyance I felt, although not completely gone, was mixed with a new kind of feeling that, despite having just cum, made my dick twitch again. After a couple of minutes, I gently nudged her off me. I sat up on the bed, took my shoes off and my trousers and underwear all the way off. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor as I stood up, and I slowly moved naked toward the wardrobe and said, "I need to change." Jenna quickly jumped out of bed and placed herself between me and my "change of clothes." Trying to be playful, slapped my butt with a smirk and said, "Get in the shower first, you dirty boy." I thought for a second. If I opened the wardrobe now and revealed Noah from his hiding, I had no idea what I would even do, what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to react. I thought better of it, and I would think of other ways to proceed with the knowledge of my wife's infidelity with our son. I headed to the shower after a quick kiss of Jenna's soft lips. Just as soon as I closed the bathroom door, I heard hurried shuffling again. I smiled to myself and got into the shower. I was not even annoyed at all anymore. I was excited. In the shower, as I rubbed myself with the lather, in my mind was still the image of my wife riding my son. And before I knew it my dick was hard again. I debated for a fleeting moment whether to jack off, but decided against it. I rinsed and got out of the shower wrapped in a towel. The bedroom was empty, the bed was made, and the wardrobe door was closed properly. I paused for a moment and closed my eyes, imagining Noah sitting crouched inside, naked and hard. I felt a sudden lurch in the pit of my stomach. I knew I was bi, but I always had a preference for women. I've had experiences with boys as a teen, before Jenna and I were anything serious. She also knew about my sexuality, which was why she did not at first want to be fully exclusive yet even after we started going out, not because she did not trust me, but because she wanted me to be sure before we committed ourselves to each other. As I got older, I found myself less attracted to men my age. Only women. But sometimes I would think about my past experiences as a teen with other teenage boys, and I would find myself aroused, imagining those boys. Noah was now of the age when I started experimenting, and he now suddenly seemed strikingly similar to the boys in my imaginations. I looked down and there was a tent in my towel. I undid the towel and let it fall to the floor. My dick was hanging free, half-erect. Holding my breath, I opened the wardrobe, but it was empty of Noah. I shook my head. What was I even thinking? Noah was probably straight anyway. And he's my fucking son! What the hell was I thinking? But then a voice in my head said, and he's fucking his mother, your wife. Jenna was in the living room, changed into normal clothes, and she was on her laptop, working. I asked if Noah was in his room, she said yes, but that he was sleeping. I almost replied with some veiled joke, but I stopped myself. I instead nodded and told her I would pop in and check in on him. Noah was under the covers, lying on his side facing away from the wall, pretending to be asleep. The defined features of his face were almost free of that boyish look that drew compliments from older ladies, and now, with features more like a man, I was sure he drew women and girls of all ages, and perhaps men and boys. I could not deny that he was good looking, even taking away the fact that I, as his father, was conditioned to see no fault with his physical appearance. He took after his mother with his high cheekbones, his straight nose, and pointed chin. The few red pimple scars on his cheeks that he hated so much did nothing to diminish the fact that he was objectively handsome. If he had been my age when I was a teen, I could see myself craving to get close to him, whether he was straight or not. How lucky, I thought, that I was his father. I sat down on the edge of the bed. I took his hand lying above the covers and gently rubbed the back of his hand. I then reached up to his forehead and pretended to check is temperature. And then, with the back of my hand, I felt his cheek. They were warm, but not feverish. I turned my hand over and I gently caressed his cheek. What was he thinking, I wondered. "Noah," I whispered his name. He did not stir. I let my thumb brush against his lips, as if by accident. He uttered a soft moan. My heart suddenly began beat a little faster. I wasn't really thinking anymore. I then placed my hand on his shoulder over the cover, and then moved it down, pretending to make adjustments with the cover, and then I moved my hand further down, until it rested on his hip. There I let it rest for a moment. He moaned again, a little louder this time. I did not remove my hand. And then, he turned and lay on his back, and as he did so, his hips moved so that my hand changed its placement from his hip to right on top of his groin. And he was hard. My heart beat even faster, and my head felt like it was in a haze, but still, I did not remove my hand even though it suddenly felt heavy and sweaty. Without thinking, I gently pressed. Noah sighed loudly, almost a moan. I swallowed with a loud click in my throat, and then, less subtly this time, I pressed on my son's hard dick again. What if he really was asleep? I suddenly thought. I lifted my hand. "Noah," I said. He did not move. He seemed to be asleep. With a sigh, I pulled my hand away completely. I moved up the bed, bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips, and then existed the room. In the days that followed, half of my mind was always occupied by my son, by what I saw through the window, and by that moment my hand fell on his hard dick. I could not focus at work, wondering if my son might have decided to be "under the weather" again, and wondering how long had he and his mother been having sex. I did not really know how to deal with the fact, and I did not know how to even feel about it. All I knew for sure was that the thought of it, any part of it, excited me. I did not catch them again. There might have been a change in my behaviour that made them think I might be onto them and they were more careful about it, or maybe they stopped completely. It surprised me to realise that the thought of them stopping completely disappointed me. And that realisation made me want to try something, made me want to test the waters. I looked for opportunities, but nothing was forthcoming, and I did not want to be tactless and abrasive. Then, about a week and a half later, an opportunity finally presented itself. I had to go on a trip for a conference to another city over the weekend, and I wanted us to go as a family and spend three nights there, but as luck would have it, Jenna had an unmissable deadline to meet, so it was only Noah and I. I booked a double room with a queen bed rather audaciously. When I told Noah, he asked if it was all that was available. I lied and told him it was. But he did not seem to mind at all. I began to think if he might silently excited about it, but I stopped the thought, not wanting to get ahead of myself. We checked in quite late on the first night, and I had to make some notes for the next day, so I was too occupied to think about anything else too deeply. When I climbed into bed, he was already fast asleep. On the second night, we were both tired, because after the conference, we went out exploring, checking off the list we made of all the places we wanted to go, and returned late at night. After we showered, we fell into bed and drifted off quickly. Or so I thought. It was past midnight when I was awoken by a weight on my chest. It took me a moment to realise that it was Noah's hand, placed across my bare chest. Jenna and I almost always slept naked, and even when I was sleeping alone, I preferred to not have anything on, but since I was sharing a bed with my son, I kept my boxers on since I did not want to scare him off. I had not worn a shirt to bed in a long time. Noah had his pyjama pants on, but he was without a shirt as well. It was all I could do to keep my eyes off his bare skin as he was taking them off before bed the night before and tonight. I made no indication that I was awake, and I at first did not think he was awake either, then I felt the tiny movement of the muscles on his forearm as his fingers moved, and then his fingertips found my nipple. He ever so gently pinched it once, and let it go again. "Dad?" he whispered. I did not answer. He then took a deep breath, like you sometimes did in your sleep when you changed sleeping positions, and he shuffled his body, but did not change his position. Only his hand moved, downward. It moved over my hand which I placed on my stomach, and his hand now it rested right above my belly button. My heartbeat quickened, and I involuntarily swallowed. I wondered if he noticed it, if he thought I might be awake. After a few moments, he whispered, "Dad?" again. I wondered what he might do if I answered, but I was much more interested in what was happening when I did not answer. And for a quick moment, I also wondered if this was how it all started between him and his mother while I was away. Then his hand moved again, slightly, and his wrist rested right on my belly button and the tips of his fingers were on my pelvis, right next to my pubic zone. My dick, already semi-hard, swiftly began to rise fully and change position inside my boxers. The tent it made nudged against his hand, and I could hear him stop breathing for a few seconds, before he slowly let out a shaky breath. One last time, he whispered, "Dad?" checking to see if I really was asleep. A few heartbeats later, his hand lifted off my abdomen and rested gently right on my boner. My dick pulsed against the weight of his hand, and I realised I was holding my breath. I did my best to exhale as naturally as possible as I waited for my son's next move. His next move was to squeeze gently at first, like I had done a week ago, and then he moved his hand slightly up and down, rubbing me above my boxers. I involuntarily took a sharp breath, and he quickly pulled his hand away. For a moment, I thought this was it, that I'd scared him off, but before I finished the thought, I heard a shuffle and I felt him moving closer to me. His hand, without hesitation this time, rested on my dick again, and he continued his rubbing motion. At the same time, I felt a slow rhythmic nudge on my hip which I assumed was his other hand as he was stroking himself. Not long after that, he moved his hand back up, and his fingertips dug beneath the waist band of my boxers and lifted the elastic up as his hand probed inside. A jolt ran through my body as his fingertips touched the tip of my dick already oozing precum. And, as if afraid to hurt it, probably much more afraid to wake me, Noah very gently wrapped his slender fingers around my throbbing dick. I heard him sigh. He then moved in even closer, until I felt the warmth of his bare chest against the side of my upper arm, and something pressing against my upper thigh which I was sure was his hard dick. I had to stop myself from giving in to the temptation to just grab his dick. I had to stop myself from just turning over, grabbing his face and shoving my tongue into his mouth, then climbing up and shoving my dick into his mouth. I had to control myself. I wanted to see how far he would go. He humped me slowly, in rhythm to his gentle hand stroking my raging dick. The warmth of his palms seemed to make my dick even harder. Then, after a few strokes, he quickly let go, removed his hand from my boxers, got out of bed, and rushed to the bathroom. He spent a few minutes in there. When he got back into bed, he did not come back to me. He'd finished his business in there. I was left frustrated and a little annoyed, but I did nothing. I might only embarrass him if I did anything now and made him realise that I was awake the whole time. But now that I knew for sure, tomorrow would be mind, I told myself. On the next night, we turned in earlier than the two nights before, since we had to check out before noon the next day. After about an hour of lying in bed, and about thirty minutes of pretending to be asleep, I heard the shuffle I was waiting for as he inched closer to me. A second later, I made my move. I turned toward him and inched closer. He was lying on his back, and his eyes were close. "Noah?" I whispered. He did not answer. I got up on one elbow, and my other hand went to his face. I caressed his cheek gently and rubbed my thumb over his upper lip first, and then his lower lip, slightly pulling it down and then letting it go. Even in the dim light, his absolute beauty was not lost at all. Without further delay or any hesitation, I leaned in and placed a light kiss on his lips. I pulled back to see if he would react, for I was sure he was awake. But he did not stir. I leaned in once more and kissed him again, lightly sucking on his lips. I kept on kissing him gently, and then, I felt his mouth open slightly. I slipped my tongue in, and it met his inside his mouth. He was kissing me back, and he was a great kisser. I took a deep breath of his sweet scent and kissed him harder. My hand mapped his warm chest, and his reached around me and rubbed my back. I lay down right next to him and slipped one arm under his neck and let him rest his head on my bicep as our kissing intensified. I put one leg between his legs and rubbed myself up against his hip as my thigh pressed up against his balls. His hands rubbed me all over my back, the back of my head, before they moved down my lower back and grabbed my butt. My free hand, moved down his chest, down past his navel, and grabbed his dick which was as hard as mine. I rubbed my hand up and down over his pyjamas, and he breathed his warm breath heavily into my mouth. And then as I slipped my hand beneath his waistband and I grabbed his raging dick and stroked. He moaned, and the sound of his moaning, and the realisation that he was not wearing an underwear it turned me on so much more. One of his hands moved from my butt to my front and reached into my boxers and grabbed my throbbing dick and stroked. We kept on stroking each other for some time as we continued kissing, kissing each other all over our faces and our necks. Then I pulled away for a second and removed my boxers. He did the same without prompting. He was ready to go down on me, but I pushed him on his back and I climbed onto him and straddled him on his chest and guided my dick into his warm mouth. We moved slowly at first, with me going in and out, and his tongue running all over my head. He had clearly done this before. And then, as I imagined all the experiences with other teenage boys that he has had, I grabbed a bunch of his hair and moved faster as faster until I was fucking his mouth like I used to fuck his mother's mouth. After a while of that, I was quickly getting close to climaxing, but not wating to come yet, I pulled my dick out of his mouth and moved down between his legs. I grabbed his dick and wrapped my lips around it. "Of fuck!" he exhaled. His dick was hot, and there was a load of precum which tasted salty sweet on my tongue. I sucked him, and while I sucked, I spat on my fingers and slowly massaged his asshole, slipping in my middle finger, and slowly pushing it deeper and deeper until it went all the way to my knuckle. I spat some more, and this time I slipped in two fingers, and then three, and I kept my fingers there massaging his prostate. And I kept on sucking until my jaw was sore, and finally he cried, "Dad, I'm gonna cum!" His whole body tensed, his asshole clenched, his dick spasmed and he shot his load right up the back of my throat. It kept on spurting as his asshole clenched around my fingers and his dick spasmed in my mouth. And when he was finally done, I pulled out my fingers, pulled his dick out from my mouth, climbed up, and placed my lips on his. And as he opened his mouth up, I opened mine, and we shared his cum. Then, from the drawer, I took the lube that I had brought with tonight in mind. I applied it generously on his asshole. Although it had relaxed enough for three fingers to be shoved in, friction was something else altogether. After he was basically leaking the lube from his asshole, I coated my dick with it, and then I slowly pushed my dick into my son's asshole. I went in with ease. He gasped, "Oh, Dad!" I stared slow at first, watching is reaction, asking if he was okay, if he was ready for me to go faster. And when he said yes, I went faster and harder. It did not take long before I felt the climax building again rapidly. Then I grunted "I'm cumming in your ass!" and then I shot my load inside him. A fit of spasm took me as I lost my mind in ecstasy, spurting again and again into my son's asshole. Although sex with my wife had almost always been great, this was unlike any other feeling I ever had. To fuck your own son and to come inside him is something I never thought I would experience at all, not even in my wildest dreams, and the novelty of it was what made it almost otherworldly. We cleaned ourselves up, but the night was early yet. After a while, with all inhibitions gone, we were at it again. I fucked him on his back, he rode me, I fuck him splayed face down beneath me, and I fucked him in all other ways. And then he fuck me, my mouth and my asshole, used me in any way he like, deep into the night. In one of our breaks in between, I momentarily rued the fact that this night would end, but I quickly perked up again knowing that this was only the beginning. As my son lay naked on top of me with his arms around me, our bare bodies slick with sweat, I said, "So, tell me Noah, when and how did you and your mother start having sex." He look up at me in surprise. "You know?" he said. "Yes," I said, "but your mother doesn't know that I know." As soon as he began his story, I became hard again, and in between our bodies, I also felt him grow hard. And as I listened to him, I imagined the future for me, my wife, and my son, and I could not be a happier man.