Out in the bright but chilly sun with Atticus, the potential consequence of our original sin soaking in, though my cock had other ideas as my mind replayed the deep meaning of the all-night talk with Bella. Thank goodness for Atticus demanding simple things, saying hello to other dogs and dog people, and peeing on most every fire hydrant in the neighborhood. That is, Atticus was peeing, lifting his leg with unrestrained joy. I had thrown on my sweats and running shoes, but hadn't taken the time to put on underwear. My cock was a problem, and I found myself holding it down with his leash in my hand. Bella had shared sacred secrets in the many hours of talk, it was a profound intimacy! Knowing what likely no one else knew about her history and feelings, including the sad and painful ones, it was both rich and intoxicating.
I was in-love with a Black woman less than half my age, and one way or another my wife was ultimately going to fully realize that truth. That they too had developed a sexual relationship was both a positive, and a complicating factor. They were girlfriends. The fact that Zach, who I really loved and thought of as a son and now lover, had brought Bella home as his possible trophy girlfriend had my head spinning. It all started when Victoria was in California for a week, I met Zach in the produce section at T&C, and he and I immediately became lovers. A first for both of us. Zach's a very young Navy kid, Black and beautiful, and in short order Victoria's lover too and now living in our house. We all feel like family, and it is no exaggeration to say we are a family addicted to sex with each other. But now I'm in-love, really in-love with Bella, and her with me.
I feel lucky that at this age I am realizing my bisexual self with Zach, especially loving sucking his monster Black cock. He's almost always hard and comes in huge loads, again and again. At just twenty-seven, he seems to have a load ready for one of us all the time. A vegetarian, the taste is more sweet than salty. I could worship that cock every single day, and what a sweetheart of a young man he is, Princeton educated, yet humble and kind in every way. Those of you who have followed this epic know that I feared Victoria's reaction, instead she went nuts over him too, they became lovers and together we happily invited him to move-in with us. We are his surrogate parents. Almost as quickly, we all came to love Bella. Now being in-love with her, I find myself wanting time alone, like last night. What a night.
Last night I learned about the foundation of her BDSM-bent, and it is a unique bond for the two of us and really is only about the two of us. We could do as we please easily with Zach and Victoria as an audience, but suddenly being alone with my most intimate soulmate ever, seems all that is on my mind. Or mostly what's on my mind. Engineering being alone in my bedroom all night last night, the bedroom that Victoria and I have shared for years, did have me feeling great guilt. Bella clearly wants it too, and was ready to face the music and make it all okay this morning. I had to wonder though, what was I going to walk into when I came back from this walk? Jealousy or hurt from Zach or Victoria? And what will happen today? I'd like to have hours of play with Bella. I am dreaming of going away with her, taking a trip, staying at a hotel, spending full time with her on the weekends. It was all too much. My mind went back to last night's learning, holding Atticus' leash and enjoying our walk, hiding my hard cock.
Bella, like Zach, is bi-racial. Her mom a Black beauty in New York, courted by and married to an Italian gentleman much older than herself. Bella was their only child, and her earliest memories were of what we would now call domestic violence. A dominating father abusive toward her mother, yet always kind and sweet to Bella. The two divorced in Bella's teens, but the father supported them and paid for her Vassar education. He was proud of his daughter, and lived to see her graduate with honors. He is now deceased. Zach never knew his white mother, and his also older dad was devoted to him, pushed him in academics and tennis. He saw him start college at Princeton, but did not live to see him graduate.
In many ways, I think I really did become a surrogate dad for him almost immediately, though of course in the context of becoming gay lovers. Yes our sex was gay and we loved it, and though we were are both obviously bisexual, we present as straight. Bella and Zach were racially isolated at Vassar and Princeton, sex was almost non existent. Zach was a member of the varsity tennis team all four years, while Bella dug deep into yoga, and still runs a class here a couple evenings a week. Bella was long conflicted about the dominating abuse she had observed at home, confided in and had a brief affair with a Vassar professor. Neither she nor Zach, had successful relationships with people their own age. Race was always an isolating issue, yet neither had ever had a sexual relationship with another Black person, strange as it might seem they just didn't fit in anywhere.
Despite those similarities, remember that Bella at thirty-five is almost ten years older than Zach. Post Vassar and while working for a counseling firm in New York's Hudson Valley, she got her MSW at SUNY, and that same much older professor who she had an affair with a few years earlier at Vassar--came a calling. A short fling and they married, and his penchant for very rough sex temporally hit the spot. The marriage was short, two years, but with therapy and being now a licensed therapist herself she began to understand herself in a new way. With the right partner, she wanted to be bound, dominated, and accepted her masochistic side. Her parents failed marriage, and now her own, lead her to decide against ever having kids. She got her tubes tied, sort of to seal the deal. For a year or two she experimented with various partners, several pretty experienced Doms, but it never quite worked. There was not the right level of love and trust, no matter how elaborate the gear or dungeon setting. And she did build quite a collection of BDSM gear reflecting her taste, mostly used for masturbation very much alone. So she focused on her career, launched her own counseling and therapy practice, taught yoga and found sexual comfort with women for a few years. It was lesbian sex, like my gay sex with Zach, but she did not consider herself a lesbian. More a dissatisfied bisexual, who had almost given up on men, so she too presented as straight.
Then came the big move to Washington, and an anchor counseling contract with the Navy. For the next four years she was all business, growing her practice as a licensed therapist, individual and group and the Life Coaching for Navy personnel in transition, and yoga. No time for sex except masturbatory relief with her gear and porn, almost identical to Zach's self-imposed isolation in the Navy for four-years. When his enlistment was coming to an end, the Navy sent him to an engineering and business management post at Sub Base Bangor in Washington. He met me literally in the produce section of T&C on Bainbridge Island one week after his arrival, and before he had fully moved into a rental on the island. Bang, we both got real lucky. A short time later the Navy gave him a Life Coaching session with Bella's firm, to help him decide on whether to stay or go, and in any case to assess his options. They clicked immediately, and spent a lot of time talking and meeting. They are both beautiful, and amazingly, as I said, neither of them had ever been attracted to another Black person. Though bi-racial, both passed as Black. Bella saw the sweet young Black boy in Zachery, she only called him by his full name, and he saw in Bella a beautiful Black woman who could communicate with understanding. Not a hot love affair, but a real nice pairing, and as they shared more Bella got Zachery's biased take on me. He must have sold me real good, because as regular readers already know, the day he brought her home for dinner, getting out of her car she addressed me as her "Master." I was blown away. So in many ways, I stole my son's girlfriend, but it was obviously the simple truth to Zach. He loved fucking her straight, but immediately saw that it was me she wanted and our first major BDSM session came fast and hard. Her strapped-on session taking Victoria with power, strongly suggested that for Bella, the fascination with dominance went both ways.
In our "family" sex was a constant, as regular readers know. Everybody was fucking everybody, when all four were together it was generally some form of foursome. When Zach was home with Victoria and I, it was a threesome, and he often slept in our bed with us in the master suite. I loved waking up to find his hard Black cock in the morning sun, and almost invariably I'd suck and jack him. Loved his load, craved it in fact, and so did Victoria and we both learned to take that monster down our throats. I preferred worshipping his cock, like I did that first night with him in the bath. The beautiful head alone was more than a mouthful and jacking that shaft let me enjoy every drop of his come. But again, he didn't come in drops, he shot huge loads with force. Given his youth, and adaptability, I didn't worry so much about Zach as I did Victoria. Zach could have all the sex he wanted with Bella and Victoria, no limits, no strings attached. Victoria was my wife, and my new desire to have time alone with Bella had honestly become romantic. I feared it threatening Victoria. I feared it could be a marriage-ender. What if Bella and I decided to live together, or even marry?
