To catch up anyone who hasn’t read the previous chapters: When I met Kathy we were both divorced with children from previous marriages; her daughter and my two sons. After living together for a while we got married and Kathy, almost immediately, started cheating on me. After many years I divorced her, partly because I wanted to and partly because I got a better offer; from her daughter. Katie, the daughter, didn’t move in with me, but she made sure that I had everything I needed and would frequently share my bed. In the last installment I got every divorcees’ fantasy. Kathy found that life on the outside wasn’t at all what she had hoped it would be and came to beg me to take her back. Instead of giving her an answer right away, my two sons and I gave her a good solid fucking and sent her away with cum dripping down her face. I told her that I’d think it over and that she could call me a week later. The next day I told Katie about it and asked her if she would like to get in on the action next time.
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I wasn’t really sure what I was going to do with her at the time. I only knew that Kathy was not coming home. She had nothing to offer me that was anywhere near as good as what I was getting from Katie, and I didn’t want to lose that. I believed that, besides being a wonderful bed partner, Katie truly cared about me. I still believe that and I know that I care a lot about her. Besides that, Kathy had been a family issue before the end. Nobody liked her or what she had been doing while we were married. All of the women in the family took an immediate dislike to her, partly because she looked better than any of them, but mostly because they could see her for what she was long before I did.
Even the men in the family didn’t care much for her but, at one time or another, I had caught all of my brothers trying to sneak a peek down her blouse or up her skirt. I knew that I had to include them in anything important, or face their criticism when they found out. I decided to head it off at the pass and I called them all. I invited them all over and I told them what had happened and asked whether they’d like to get some of her before I cut her loose. They all agreed that, even though they wouldn’t want to live with her, they’d each wanted to fuck her at some time or another and that they all still wanted to, if I could arrange it. I said that I’d let them know if it was going to happen.
Bill and Steve were both back the next Saturday night, but I hadn’t heard from Kathy. I assumed that she had changed her mind or found someone else to take her in. Steve had had a boner when he walked in, so I know he was disappointed, but there was nothing I could do about it. I apologized and said that I’d keep them informed. Katie had been there Friday night, but Saturday morning she said that she wasn’t sure she wanted to go through with it. She left that afternoon and called me Sunday morning to see how things had gone. When I told her that it didn’t happen she said that she’d had a change of heart. She had decided that she’d like to be there, but she had thought it was too late and didn’t call. I told her that I didn’t know what had happened; maybe her mom had decided it wasn’t worth it or maybe she just couldn’t get away. I promised to let her know if I heard anything.
It was about two weeks later that Kathy called me, on a Thursday. She said that she and Larry had had a fight and that he was gone. She wanted to know if she could come home. I told her that I hadn’t decided yet, but that she could come by the next evening if she wanted to work a little harder at convincing me. I know she had to understand what I meant. At first I didn’t hear anything from her end of the line. I finally asked, “Are you still there?” She spoke up then and said that she could do that, because he was usually gone two or three days whenever he got like this. She didn’t sound too happy. After she hung up I called Katie, my brothers, and my sons and told them that it was on for Friday night.
We got together Friday afternoon and worked it all out. All the guys were surprised to see Katie at the meeting and we explained how things had been between us. A couple of them had guessed it, but this was the first confirmation anyone had about it. I let everyone know up front that Katie was not part of the entertainment, except that she is very entertaining to the eye, especially naked and in the heat of passion. No one was to touch her without her invitation. They all agreed to this, but I did see an appraising look in their eyes after that. I would be there with Ray, my youngest brother, when Kathy arrived and they would come in, one-by-one, at intervals after that. Somewhere in the discussion one of them asked about ropes or handcuffs, in case she changed her mind after things got started. I vetoed that idea. It’s one thing to gang-fuck her till she can’t stand up, but it’s quite another to make it look like a gang-rape. That did lead to another idea though; video.
Several of us had video cameras and Lee even had a friend who worked at a studio, where all the tapes could be edited into one, with added music, sound effects and all the trimmings. I thought it was a great idea, and good insurance if Kathy did try to say later that she was forced into anything. Out of the eight of us we came up with five cameras. The plan was that we would have one open and obvious, so she could insist on turning it off if she wanted to, and the other four would be secreted about the room. Steve, Joe, Al and Lee all went home after the meeting and brought their cameras to my place. Ray and I set it all up. We had one under the pool table, one behind the bar amongst the bottles, one in the CD rack, one in the coat tree behind the door, and mine was on a tripod in plain view. It was the one that she knew about for sure and was the most obvious choice for the purpose. If we used any other for this she might wonder where mine was and start looking into all the cubbyholes. After everything was ready I turned on the TV, made up a pitcher of Margaritas and we sat sipping on them while we waited for Kathy.
She arrived early, about 6:45, and this time she was in a skirt and blouse. The skirt was black, pleated, and stopped just above the knee; the blouse was red with buttons down the front. Red and black. I have a buddy who says that red and black are ‘Fuck Me’ colors when a woman wears them together like that. I don’t know if he’s right, but I know that the combination does something good to me when I see them on the right body, and Kathy definitely has the right body. I opened the door for her, exchanged greetings, and raised my hand to indicate that she should go into the family room; the scene of the crime, as it were. She walked ahead of me and I watched her hips bounce from side to side as she walked, her skirt swishing and swirling about her legs. I think I said it before, but it bears repeating; this woman has a fine ass, a wonder to behold, and I really enjoyed the view.
Just like the last time, she stopped just inside the room and said, “I didn’t know Ray would be here. I half expected Steve and Bill, but not Ray. And how come there’s a camera over there?”
I said, “Well, Steve and Bill might stop by later, but I don’t know where they are tonight. (This was only half a lie. I didn’t know exactly where they were at that moment, but I knew that they would be along soon.) Ray is here because I invited him. Do you mind?”
“I’d rather that it was just you and me,” she said.
“I know you would. Hence, the camera,” I replied. “I don’t really trust you yet. You can hardly blame me, right? You could say anything about what goes on here tonight and it would be just your word against mine. Ray is here primarily to make sure that nothing happens to the camera or the tape; so he stays or you can go.”
“That’s it? He’s not here for anything else?” she asked.