Premarital Conditions 03

Having tried to call Katherine that morning, I was told by her brother that she was not yet up, and that I should try later. It wasn't until three o'clock that we finally spoke, and she said that I could come over that evening. I passed the rest of the afternoon thinking about her and how she (and her mum) looked when I stopped by last night for our cancelled date, and looked forward to some sexual activity when we got together.

When seven rolled around, I headed over, and was greeted at the door by her dad.

'Hi Tom. I'll tell Katherine you're here,' he said, in a slightly less unfriendly tone than he normally took with me.

Katherine came to the door, dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt I hadn't seen before, and gave me a kiss on the lips.

'Hey,' I said. 'Can we go to your room?'

'How about a walk?' she countered. 'That way we can talk without having to worry about my brother or my parents.'

I was disappointed, as this meant having to put off touching her, but I said okay and remained where I was standing with my shoes on. Katherine slipped some trainers on her feet, and we stepped out the door holding hands.

She began before I could even ask anything. 'I'm so sorry about last night,' she said. 'My mum had arranged for me to get together with her and her friend (you remember Monica, don't you?) without telling me. The three of us went out for drinks and dinner.'

I was frustrated. It was so like her mum to not care about me or whatever I might have planned with my fiancée. But I did like the image of the women going out together, looking like they did last night--assuming, of course, that Monica was dressed equally well. Of course I remembered her. I had only seen her over once or twice, but she was Teresa's hot friend and hard to forget!

'So how was it?' I asked.

'It was fine...' she said, but seemed to want to say something more.

'What is it?' I prompted.

'Well... it's just that I think there may be something going on between Monica and my mum,' Katherine said.

'What sort of thing? What do you mean?'

'Well, I got up to use the toilets, and when I came out, I could see them from where I was, and they were talking awfully close. Their legs must have been touching under the table. And when I got back, they stayed close. I thought Monica might even have her hand on my mum's leg, because she didn't bring it above the table cloth once.'

I got immediately hard at the thought, especially considering the shorter dress and pantyhose Teresa was wearing. 'Do you really think so? Do you think your mum is cheating on your dad with Monica?' I asked.

'That's just it,' she said. 'If it is something, I don't think it's cheating, because when we got home, and sat around having drinks with my dad, Monica stayed seated beside my mum all night, and the two of them were acting really flirtatiously in front of us.'

'Holy shit,' I exclaimed. 'You think your mum might be having an affair with her friend, and your dad is okay with that. That's bizarre. Well, I don't think I would want that sort of thing between us.'

'Yeah,' Katherine said, somewhat quietly. 'We wouldn't want anything like that between us.'

What I obviously did not pick up on at the time, was that my fiancée was telling me a half-truth with the hope of feeling out how tolerant I would be of a similar situation. She couldn't tell me anything close to the truth about herself, but she could hint at a slightly divergent way of seeing sex, and lay the groundwork for telling me later.

'Where did you get those yoga pants and that t-shirt?' I asked, thinking I was changing the subject.

'Oh, Monica gave them to me. She said she had a bunch, and thought I might like them. They're nice, though, aren't they?'

They were nice, alright. They seemed to have a lot of lycra in them, and they clung to her long legs like a second skin, showing off her beautiful shape. Then I noticed something, and said playfully, 'Hey! You're not wearing any underwear!' putting my hand on her rear end.

She brushed it off. 'Sorry Tom, but I'm just not feeling it today. I'll try to make it up to you this week, though.'

To say I was disappointed is an understatement. With all the visual stimulation I had had from seeing Katherine and her mum dressed so sexily, and the mental stimulation I now had with the idea that her mum was having a lesbian affair with her best friend, meant that I wanted Katherine badly. Now, though, I couldn't have her.

We sat down on a bench alongside the pavement, and I tried kissing her and placing my hand on her leg. 'I said not tonight,' she responded, and that was that.

***

The week passed slowly, and Katherine and I didn't see each other much as we were both studying, she was dancing, and I was picking up some extra hours at work. Then on Thursday, she called to tell me that she was going to be occupied on Friday evening, and that we wouldn't be able to see each other until after I had finished my shift on Saturday. She didn't explain why, except to say that her dad was having a colleague over from work, and he wanted his family to be around to meet him.

'Weird,' I thought, but the way my luck had been with her since the previous week, I just resigned myself.

***

What actually happened on Friday was that when Katherine got home from her lectures, the house was empty, and she found a note on the kitchen table addressed to her.

"Kat, please be sure to shower and dress up tonight. Your dad is having a man named Michael over from work. Michael is from out-of-town, and your dad is trying to get him to sign a large contract. He wants us all to make a good impression. I'll be home about two hours after you read this, but I have laid out an outfit on your bed and would like you to wear it. If your brother gets home before me, tell him I expect him to dress smart as well. Shirt and tie at least. See you soon. Love, mum."

Katherine went into her room immediately, and saw a pair of sheer white tights still in their package lying on her bed. She knew where they had come from, and knew they were expensive, as she recognised them from Charlotte's store. She could see, too, that, like the pair she wore with Monica, these were completely seamless, and her mum had laid no underwear out to go with them. She wondered what was up. The dress, meanwhile, was a royal blue velvet backless affair with a deep v down the front, spaghetti straps. The skirt was an a-line cut, and relatively short. On the floor were some navy blue suede high heels. 'Wow,' she thought. 'Dad must really want to impress this guy.'

She stepped into the shower, got out, and while she still in her dressing gown doing her hair and make-up, her brother Chris came in, and she passed on the message about a shirt and tie. He didn't look too happy about it, but soon after, she heard him get into the shower as well, so she figured he must have accepted it.

With hair and make-up done, she opened up the tights package and slid them on, taking great care so as not to put a run in them, then put on her dress, and finally the shoes. Looking in the mirror, she became self-conscious, as she knew on some level that she looked sexy, but was not one to preen and boast. When she came out of her room, she passed Chris in the hallway.

'Holy shit, sis, you look amazing!' he exclaimed. 'Jeez. No wonder my friends all talk about you!'

'Your friends talk about me?' Katherine asked, embarrassed.

'Uh, yeah,' Chris replied, as if Katherine should have known this. 'Constantly. They're all jealous of Tom, and they can get quite gross at times, telling me what they would like to do with you.'

'Oh my god,' Katherine said. 'Okay, don't say anything more. Mum should be home...' Just then, the front door opened.

Teresa walked in, wearing a short, form-fitting black satin dress with sheer tights, and black patent leather high heels. She had obviously had her hair and nails done, and she looked amazing. Chris commented on that, too. 'You too, mum? You and Kat look incredible today. This Michael guy is going to get an eyeful!'

'That's the idea,' Teresa said. 'Now come, help me get everything ready.

They had an hour before Jon and Michael got there, and it was really just a matter of setting the table with the finest dishes, choosing the right candelabra, and putting on some classical music. They chose Sibelius.

Soon after, all three of them heard Jon's car pull into the driveway, but before Teresa went to the door, she pulled Katherine aside. 'Kat, whatever happens tonight, I want you to go with it,' she said to her daughter. Katherine's heart froze. 'So that's what this is all about? Oh no!'

Beyond that, though, neither she nor Teresa nor Chris had any time to think, as the front door opened, and in stepped Jon and Michael.

'So this is the family I've been hearing so much about!' Michael said. 'You must be the beautiful Teresa...' he kissed her on both cheeks. 'Jon certainly didn't lie when he described you. And you must be Chris...' he shook Katherine's brother by the hand. 'I understand you've been restoring an old Porsche. I'll look forward to hearing about your interest in cars. I drive a Porsche myself, although it is a 2020 model.' Chris beamed.

'And you are the beautiful Katherine...' he said to my fiancée, drawing her toward him for the same double kiss he bestowed on Teresa. 'Your dad tells me you are engaged. Well, your fiancé is a lucky man. I assume he's a he? You never can tell, and I suppose I shouldn't assume. Anyway, man or a woman, whoever they are, they are very lucky. You look stunning.'

'He's a he,' Katherine said through a forced smile. At the same time, she took in whom she was speaking to. She wouldn't have noticed him otherwise, due to his age, which she estimated to be around fifty. But because of her suspicions over what was actually up, she appraised him differently. He might be fifty, but he was obviously strong and fit, he was well-dressed, and he smelled nice. He had tidy greying hair, and a grey stubble beard with a handsome, chiselled face. He reminded Katherine of George Clooney.

They all moved to the sitting room, where Jon poured drinks for everyone, including Chris, and Michael quizzed Chris about the work he was doing. Katherine sat across from Michael, and even as he spoke to Chris or her mum and dad, it was obvious that his eyes kept turning towards her. After a while, when they all got up to move to the dinner table, Chris actually whispered to her, 'Watch out Kat. Michael's got his eye on you.' As if she couldn't tell. Ha!

Teresa had laid out the table and announced where everyone should sit, placing Michael and Katherine side-by-side on one of the long sides. Teresa herself, and Jon, sat directly opposite them, while Chris was placed at one of the ends, perpendicular to the two pairs.

Dinner went well, and conversation flowed, but as everyone ate and talked, Michael played footsie with Katherine. She felt his knee press against her own on a number of occasions, and once they had all eaten dessert, his hands left the table and he made it look as if he was resting them on the arms of his chair. Only he wasn't. His right hand went to Katherine's knee, and he kept it there, stroking it lightly--first over the fabric of her dress and, when she made no move to stop him, later right on her stockinged leg.

The talk went on for at least an hour, and all the adults including Katherine stayed and had more to drink. Chris excused himself to go and work on his car, at which point the conversation became slightly more edgy.

'So Michael,' Jon said when Chris had left. 'As a single man, what sorts of things do you do for entertainment in your home town?'

'Should I really say what I do in front of polite company?' Michael joked. 'No, really,' he continued, addressing Katherine and Teresa directly, 'Jon tells me that you are both open-minded, and don't mind talking about these sorts of things, so I hope you don't think poorly of me if I answer Jon's question honestly and openly.' He had his whole hand on Katherine's thigh now, and he wasn't even really trying to hide it, as the gentle motions from his stroking must have been apparent to Teresa and Jon. 'I am a regular visitor to swingers' clubs. Well, that's not exactly it; it's more that clubs in the region ask me to come along as a single man, as they say I'm good for business. Apparently, women like me, and although I am there alone, I know how to avoid creeping people out.'

'Goodness,' Teresa said in response. 'That sounds sexy. Tell us. What is the most exciting thing you've seen, and what is the most exciting thing you have been a part of?'

'Wow. Jon wasn't kidding when he said you wouldn't mind me talking about it, was he?' Michael continued. 'Well, I suppose the sexiest thing I've seen is something that happened by accident. It was a Halloween party at the club, and people were supposed to be masked up. They could wear whatever they liked, but they had to wear a mask that hid their identity.

'There was a woman there with her husband, and she was beautiful. I mean gorgeous. She was wearing this thin black lycra teddy and black hold-up stockings with knee high boots. Her breasts were neither huge nor small, while her hair fell down her back in long, luscious locks. She was just perfectly proportioned and perfectly shaped. I think she had every man's eyes on her, and even some of the women's. The only thing was, she was wearing a cat-woman mask that covered her features down to he mouth, so no one could tell what her face looked like. And to keep up the mystique, she refused to talk: making only breathy noises and either nodding or shaking her head.

'Anyway, there was a charity auction later in the night, where men and women who volunteered could be bid on, and they would have to then go with the winning bidder and do with them whatever the bidder proposed. So, there was this young-looking guy there with an attractive blonde-haired girl, and they put a bid on the cat-woman together. And they won. So everyone cheered, and cat-woman left the podium to meet up with them in the middle of the floor. Some bidders and the people they won went away into the private rooms, but not these three.

'At this point, the young blonde held cat-woman's arms behind her back--gently, of course; this was all consensual--and her boyfriend stepped forward and began feeling the cat-woman up. He crouched down and began with her legs, then moved his hands up towards her sex, then over her sex to her stomach and breasts. I think everyone there, including me, was jealous! Then he began kissing her neck while placing one of his hands between her legs. We could all see him fingering her in the middle of the club floor, and she was loving it. The blonde kept her firmly in place while her boyfriend kissed and fingered, but then she reached forward and unzipped his trousers, fishing his cock out of his underwear. This caused everyone to gasp. It was huge! I mean, people talk about cock size all the time but they normally exaggerate. Realistically, this must have been a couple of inches bigger than average, and another inch or more in girth. So, when cat-woman saw it, she gasped and went down on her knees to take it in her mouth.

'She blew the guy until he came in her mouth, then she stood up and kissed the girlfriend. The must have snogged for a good few minutes as the guy recovered, then he moved in behind cat-woman, reached between her legs, moved the gusset of her teddy to the side, and slipped his cock in. Cat-woman let out a yelp, but once the guy was in, he pumped her until she came, and then he finally released his second load. All the while, the blonde stood kissing her. It was amazing.

'So, that much happens fairly regularly at the different clubs I go to, except for the fact that cat-woman was so hot. It's what happened next that made it so sexy. Because when the guy took out his cock, cat-woman turned to him and said, "Thanks. That was amazing." Remember that she hadn't spoken a word all night. But when she spoke, and the guy heard her voice, can you guess what he said? He said, "Mum?"

'The guy and his girlfriend had just had sex with his mum!

'At this point the whole crowd gasped, the cat-woman ran to the toilets, cat-woman's husband ran after her, the guy and his blonde girlfriend took their masks off and ran out of the club, and I just stood there thinking the whole situation was the most exciting thing I'd ever witnessed in my life... or ever probably will witness.

'So that's my most exciting thing I've seen. Do you want to hear about my experience?'

The whole time Michael had been talking, he was stroking Katherine's thigh, and now his hand was hot and sweaty. Between being felt up, and listening to the story, she was pretty horny--though she would never have admitted it, nor described her feelings this way.

In any case, there was an awed silence at the table until Teresa said, 'I can't believe I'm saying this, but that has got me pretty stirred up too.' In response, Jon reached over, took his wife's hand and moved it to his cock which, out of everyone's view, was erect and throbbing. He could not have imagined the night would go this way. He had had high hopes for Michael's visit, but to have his wife beside him looking as sexy as she did, and his beautiful daughter across from him, being seduced by Michael and readied for what he and Teresa hoped to be Katherine's next big sexual experience, was beyond his wildest dreams. They were agreed: Michael's story of accidental incest had excited them all, and it felt like time to make a move. Jon suggested they all retire back to the sitting room for a nightcap before heading to bed.

They got up from the table, and moved into the next room, but as they did, not one of them noticed that Chris had come in, and was utterly bewildered by everything he had just heard and witnessed.

Once in the sitting room, Michael took a place beside Katherine on the couch, while Jon and Teresa sat beside each other across from them on a chaise lounge. As soon as they were comfortable and Jon had poured a glass of sherry for everyone, Teresa said, 'Okay, you have got us all wound up by your first story, Michael. Now tell us about your experience. What have you actually done yourself in one of these clubs that can equal what you saw?'

Michael looked around the room at his audience, and placed his hand boldly back on Katherine's leg. He began running his hand along her thigh as he spoke.

'I suppose the most exciting thing I have actually done is different but similar to what I have already described. One night, these two women came into the same club where the other episode took place. This happened about six months later. The younger woman, I would say she was probably in her early twenties, was a graduate student at the local university. Her academic work was on something about polyamory or some such thing, and she had been going around to clubs like this one, interviewing people and observing their behaviour. Well, her mother was in town taking some time away from her husband--the younger woman's father--as they weren't getting along, and she asked her daughter if it would be alright if she accompanied her that night. Just to see the sort of thing her daughter was always talking about, she said. The mum's name was Jane and the daughter was Cari. I'll never forget them.

'Anyway, it was 'ballroom night' at the club, so women were expected to wear nice dresses, sort of like you two are dressed tonight...' Michael looked at Teresa and Katherine as he said this.

'And Jane came in wearing a straight, close-fitting pastel green dress that hung to her ankles, but that was slit all the way up to her mid-thigh. Underneath, she was wearing nude-coloured hold ups, which I could see whenever she walked as her dress would open. She came across as pretty refined, and she wore what looked like a diamond necklace with a matching bracelet and earrings, and her red hair was cut in a pixie cut. She looked adorable and sexy as hell.