Stay At Home Dad Ch 02

After I got off the phone with Jules, it was definitely difficult to knock out some work. All I could think about was the total change in her personality. Jules had always been...normal? Is that the right word? When it came to sex. This? This was all new, and was, frankly, very exciting. Distracting, really. It almost felt like I'd discovered some sort of secret switch on my wife. It's really hard to put my exact feelings into words. Excited? Sure. Scared? Maybe a little? I mean, where was this coming from? Ugh. My mind raced.

Most of you are probably thinking how weird it was to be focused on Jules, when I had just had amazing sex with Van, possibly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Well, in person, for sure. I feel sorry for you. To me, Jules was everything. I know, I'm gushing over my wife, but yeah, I'm gushing over my wife. I loved her totally. And to have her excited like this? My heart was racing again. Damn. Guess I wasn't getting a lot of work done today.

We'd never really had anything other than a pretty vanilla sex life. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but for someone with a high libido like me? Having Jules hit "freak" on the sex-meter was pretty exciting. She had quite literally asked me to torment her by sending her pictures of her best friend and I having sex. Just thinking about that had me hard.

A million things were running through my mind. All at the same time. It was like a swarm of angry bees were in my head. Ugh. I really needed to think, I really needed to work, and I really needed to get the kids lunch. This was crazy. Crazy!

And yet Van was coming back over soon. We were going to have sex! I felt like a kid on Christmas. Plus, my wife wanted to come home while I was having sex with her! That was next level. I mean, if I'm being honest, Van was the best sex I'd ever had. But the idea of Jules watching? That made it much hotter. Something like this had never even entered my brain as a fantasy before a week ago. Life is indeed strange, my friends.

I tried to fantasize a little bit about what could possibly happen to make my life even better, then thought better of it, like I was tempting fate or something. I did think back to the comment Jules had made what seemed a lifetime ago about 'Van helping me find other women.' Wow. That line hit on another level now. There was a very high percentage chance I could be having sex with other women in the neighborhood. With my wife's approval. You know, fuck it. Fantasy time. I thought about having sex with that one redhead Mom. What was her name? Didn't matter. Focus. The one with the milky skin and the huge tits. Wow. Having Jules watch, and after she left, just having the best sex I'd ever had with my wife. Holy shit. I was on cloud nine. Then it hit me that was one possibility out of what? 20? maybe 30? I thought back to my first time in the park, and it was a little fuzzy, but I actually thought that it was 6 of those moms who had hit me up for 'play dates.' Six! With no effort.

Absolutely hilarious. My life had gone from sexually frustrated to epic porn movie. I really hoped Jules and I were OK. I had thought I was living my best life before. This. This was my best life now. Could life actually get any better? Yes. Yes it could.

About 2, I got a text from a new number. Apparently Jules gave my number to Van. She wanted me to meet her over by her pool to discuss some stuff, apparently away from our cameras. OK.

Since she lived next door, this was a just a simple walk. All of our homes were on hillsides with what were substantial lots for L.A. Whoever had laid out the neighborhood had done an amazing job. In our backyard, you could maybe see a few roofs, but in the distance. It was interesting architecturally how they had managed to make each backyard perfectly private. You could definitely not spy on your neighbors. Our realtor had described our backyard as a 'perfect private oasis.' I was pretty sure every house had a pool, and let me tell you, as a Chicago guy? These were fancy, next level pools. Rock edges, tanning ledges in the water, some had fake sandy beaches to get in them. Grottos, like the Playboy mansion pool. Ours was painted black, not blue, which made it super interesting at night. Just things I, not being a pool guy, had never even considered.

Van was waiting for me under a veranda. God, she was beautiful. She was wearing her usual yoga pants and jog bra. Now, while this currently is the attire-du-jour, it's amazing how in typical L.A. fashion, two women could be wearing the same thing and look completely different. Especially given the fact that so many L.A. women were rubber stamped bimbos; bleach blonde hair, fake tits, big lips, etc... You are probably picturing it near perfectly, right? Anyway, it's amazing how two women can wear the same thing and look so different. Van, being a former model, was insanely talented in this regard. Her yoga pants were what, in my head, I called 'the obscene kind.' These are the really thin ones that get tucked into the ass crack. They literally look like someone spray painted them on. If you've never seen them, they are enormously distracting. On the right woman, of course. And Van's jog bra? Some strappy thing that somehow gave her cleavage and was showing her nipples through it. Sexy as hell.

"Can we talk?" she asked me.

"Uh, sure. What did you have in mind?"

"Is Jules a cuckquean?"

"What in the hell is that? I asked, genuinely ignorant.

She laughed. "Really? No idea?"

"Not really?" I really did feel like a country bumpkin around her.

"Do you know what a cuck is?"

"Isn't that a man who likes to watch his wife have sex with other women?"

"Well, yes, but there's nuance to it. It's not just that. Do you know what a 'hotwife' is?"

"I do not." I told her. Again, bumpkin.

"OK. So a 'hotwife' is a married woman who has sex with other men, with her husband's permission."

"Ah. How is that different than a 'cuck?'"

"Shame. Usually guys who are cucks get off on being humiliated by either their wives, wife's boyfriends, or maybe even both. That's different from a 'hotwife', where the guy just usually loves to watch his wife fuck other guys."

"Uh, OK."

"I'm telling you this because the female equivalent of a 'cuck' is a 'cuckquean'.

"Well, she's definitely never said a word about it to me, and I can pretty much guarantee you she is not into shame. At all."

"OK. I feel a lot better. No one ever really talks about it, because I assume it's rare, but I wonder if she has a 'hot husband' fetish."

"Meaning she wants to see me fuck other women?"

"Exactly. Not unheard of, certainly, but definitely not common. But I can see it. She's basically the dominant one in your relationship. You guys have the opposite dynamic that everyone else has around here."

"That makes sense I guess." I thought about it. It did make sense. Especially given the conversation we had had about her holding me back. "Why do you ask?"

"I wanted to feel things out. You know I used to be a model?"

"Jules did mention that." I laughed. "I mean, not a stretch."

She smiled. "Thank you for that, but I can assure you that women who look like me are a dime a dozen in this town."

"Do I even want to ask how you made it as a model then?"

She really smiled now. "Short answer, I'm a huge exhibitionist who didn't mind sucking a lot of cock, and later, licking a lot of pussy. I got lucky and hooked up with a pretty great agent."

Now, I'd heard stories like this, but it wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy story now, was it? "Well, I hope it all worked out for you."

"It did. But I was really wanting to focus on me."

I laughed. "OK. What did you have in mind?"

"Well... the thing that made me really successful as a model was the fact that I am a pretty hard core exhibitionist."

"I can see that." I told her glancing up and down her body.

She laughed again. "See? You get it. But, I didn't tell you, I was this close to doing porn. I actually had an interview scheduled when I met Rishi."

"Damn. Really?"

"Uh huh. I have this huge fetish of having sex on camera. Soooooo, I might have really enjoyed this morning. Like, a lot."

"I think you got a face full of how much I enjoyed it."

"And it was amazing. So I called you over here to ask you if you wouldn't mind a little 'acting' later."

"Absolutely. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, that's why we're here and not at your place. I wanted to ask about Julia's fantasies. I have a whole lot of lingerie, bikinis, costumes. I wanted us to sort of act something out for her. Like, really play to her fetish. Blow her mind. I owe her."

Holy... freaking... crap. Now, it's not every day your wife's best friend asks to fulfill a fantasy for your wife, is it? And considering I was going to be on the receiving end of it, so much the better. Scratch that. Not only was I going to be on the receiving end of Van's, but also probably Jules, and that just made me rock hard with desire. Just imagining how hot I could make her? Damn.

"I think we both owe her." I told Van, really meaning that. "You've been incredible."

So I started thinking. Remembering every conversation sexually we'd ever had. Jules had never been one to wear lingerie. She'd never even mentioned it, actually. But, thinking back, we'd been watching a few movies over the years, and she'd made a few comments about certain sex scenes. I couldn't quite remember exactly though. It was frustrating. I hadn't ever really filed away those comments, since she had never really offered to dress up for me. Then, like a lightning bolt, I felt it hit me.

"Holy shit. Do you have a slutty schoolgirl costume? I just remembered something. Remember that Brittany Spears video? You know the one. She mentioned to me in passing that if she ever wore that costume around me she knew she wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week!" My face was obviously lit up with excitement.

"I think I've got a few schoolgirl costumes. A favorite of mine. So here's some homework. Figure out some other scenarios to blow her mind. Casually float some idea by her later. See what she says. If she really wants you to be her 'hot husband', I think we can really amp up her fantasies."

"God damn. I'm not sure I can handle you." I told her half joking.

"I hope to hell you can't. OK. I've got to take care of some stuff. I'll be over around 4. That should give us a couple of hours to drive her crazy. I really want to focus on taking our time and making this one more about her, so lots of posing for pictures. You follow what I'm saying?"

"I really hope I can handle you. I mean..." I glance down to my tenting gym shorts.

Van walks over and grabs my cock through my shorts. "Don't worry. This is going to be incredible. We'll be careful. I want to make sure I leave plenty in your tank for her. We'll stop when she's on her way home, then get back to it when the garage door opens. Can you set it up so we know when she's accessing the live feeds?"

"Sure. I can make the red light above the active camera flash red."

"Then start thinking about lines that will drive her crazy. You let me lead and pick positions, OK? Just follow my lead."

"I mean, how can I say no to you?"

She winked at me. "You better never say no to me. Trust me, I have ached to find someone like you for years, and I am not giving this up now. Now scoot back home and get ready." With that, she kissed me, and pushed me back toward my house. I stared at her ass as she walked back toward her house. Incredible.

Obviously, once I was back in the house, I couldn't work. I stared at my giant monitors, but I didn't really see a thing. All I could think about at first was tonight. But then, all I could think about was Julia. I kept trying to remember comments she'd made in an offhand fashion about various sexual situations she'd found hot and arousing. It was weird. Thinking back to the exact time, the lines had all seen so... throw-away? I remembered one she'd made during that awful 1984 Wonder Woman movie, where she'd said that the most implausible thing about the movie was Gal Gadot walking around in that costume and every man in a 100' radius not trying to pleasure her. Was... that a hint? I tried to remember other comments. Why was this so hard? You'd think it would be easy, but I hadn't really thought about them like I was thinking about them now.

I decided later tonight, she and I were going to have a real talk. A real talk where I was going to probe her for exactly what she wanted to see. If she were going to give me this kind of freedom, the least I could do is make it about her. Besides, if Van was right, and this was her kink, wouldn't it be exactly what she would want? Catwoman! I suddenly remembered watching the Batman movie with Michele Pfeiffer as Catwoman, and Julia actually licking my ear at the time and telling me that was the hottest thing she had ever seen on a screen. So random. Why did my brain work this way? Had I missed a hundred other subtle cues? Probably. I should make a mental list. I started to wonder if I should actually have that conversation with Jules, or whether it was better to just surprise her. Hmm. I'd probably want to ask Van later. I tried picturing Van as Wonder Woman and Catwoman. Yowza.

Somehow, the hours ticked by, my brain unable to focus on anything other than potential future fantasies. Then, the doorbell rang, and I realized I was about to have the greatest night of my life.

I bounded up and rushed to the door, making sure I had my phone with me. I noticed the cameras weren't being accessed. I opened the front door, and was almost immediately hit in the face with Van dressed in a tight white shirt, knotted in between her amble breasts, a tiny gray sweater, a pleated black skirt that I was pretty sure didn't cover her ass, black thigh highs, and towering black heels. She had her blonde hair done in pigtails, with chunky black glasses, and ruby red lipstick. She looked... insane. I was speechless for a second, and just stared.

"Holy shit!" I said, stupidly. "You look incredible."

"Take my picture." Van told me. Then, in a baby-ish voice "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

I whipped my phone out of my pocket, and snapped a picture. It sucked. I tried twice more before I got the angle and lighting right. I spun my phone around and showed Van. She scowled slightly, tugged at the shirt exposing more of her ample cleavage, and changed her posture to kick her hip out more, then handed the phone back to me. I snapped another, and showed it to her. She smiled and nodded. I quickly texted it to Jules.

We stood there for a few seconds, Van looking hot as the sun, me looking awkward, and about 30 seconds went by. Then, a red light started blinking above the porch camera. I winked at Van.

Van immediately said in that sexy voice of hers "I'm here for my sex ed tutoring. Are you my tutor?"

My head locked up for a full three seconds. I blinked at her and tried to recover. "I am. Please come in."

We stepped into the foyer, and Van looked at me again. "I'm hoping you can help me with some... hands on tutoring. I really need help with my... oral technique. I also need help with my 'dirty talk'. Do you think you can help me?" She managed to pour so much sex into that statement I was floored. I was half hard already. I briefly thought about her doing porn, and thought the world was a less wonderful place without her having done porn.

"I'll do my best, young lady, but you might need some... repeat instruction. Why don't you follow me to the bedroom, and we can get started."

Somehow Van led me down the hall to guest bedroom #2, which really made no sense, but this was straight up porn, and no one was minding details, were they?

We walked into the bedroom, and Van sat down on the edge of the platform bed and looked up at me. I took my hand and placed it on the side of her face, and she started sucking on my thumb. Fuck, this was hot!

"I'd like to begin with some oral instruction. I'd like to gauge your skill level so I can provide some personalized instruction. Is that OK?" And with that, I whipped my shirt off, tossed it to the side, and slipped my gym shorts off and tossed them aside as well. I wasn't wearing underwear. My cock was semi-hard. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the red lights on the cameras flashing. I walked in front of Van.

Van grabbed my cock with one hand, and started stroking me. She purred and said "I'll give it my best shot." She immediately took me in her mouth, and I could feel her tongue pushing against me. I was rock hard almost instantly. I felt my brain trying to remind me of something, then remembered my phone.

"Smile for the camera, baby. Show the camera how much you love sucking cock." I pulled the phone out and snapped a few pictures of Van looking up, my rigid cock in her mouth. One was particularly amazing, and showed her red lips wrapped around it, her blue eyes looking up. Damn. I sent it in a quick text to Jules.

Van went back to work on my cock, head bobbing up and down, lips tight around my cock. I arched my back, lost in the amazing sensation. Suddenly, Van stopped.

I slowly came back to reality, and noticed the camera light was off. Shit. Van smiled. "Holy fuck this is fun. Thank God she's not watching. You cannot pop too soon. While we're waiting, we need a bunch more pictures. I want one of me laying back, your face buried in my pussy. We'll probably need a few of those. I want to make sure we get a really good one showing your tongue in me.

So, we spent the next ten minutes or so doing exactly that, with Van laying back, legs spread, and my face buried in her sopping wet pussy. Van took a lot of pictures. It was surprisingly less erotic than you might guess, and my erection was at half mast by the time we were done. Van handed me the phone back and told me to send her pictures 15 and 56. I told you she took a lot of pictures. Believe me, Van had a real eye for this. Which, being a model, shouldn't surprise anyone, I guess. I think I developed a new found respect for people in the porn industry.

Van looked down and saw I wasn't fully hard, and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll fix that. I want some pictures with you taking me from behind. I'm going to need you to hold my leg up so I'm spread open for the camera. These are going to be tough shots to get right. I want a few with you spreading my lips, a few barely in me, and a few hilt deep. Got it?

I nodded dumbly. Van got up off the bed, and took my cock in her mouth again. I was hard a rock in seconds. She let me pop back out, then we got in position. I was behind her, Van kneeling on the bed, head down, with me supporting her left leg off the bed, effectively spreading her open. I eased forward, and she guided my cock between her legs. I sawed her lips apart, and I felt Van signal me to stop. I felt her fidget with the phone for a few moments. Then, she told me to push in. So I did. I slid in just a little, my head popping into her amazing pussy. She nudged me to stop again. This time, it was a longer wait. Finally, she told me to drive into her hilt deep. I slowly stroked into her until I bottomed out. I felt Van grunt slightly, and I knew I had to stop again. Fuck, this was hard. Again, maybe a minute went by, and then Van popped off me. She sat on the bed, and I stood there, my wet cock standing at attention as she thumbed through a bunch of pictures. We had been at this almost a half hour now, and we still really hadn't had sex.

Van send a few pictures to Julia. She handed me the phone back, and I set it on a table. "OK, here's what's going to happen. I am going to suck you off, and you are going to come all over my face, then I'm going to suck your cock again. After you cum, get some pictures. Then we'll go from there. Ready?"