Family Bonding

Family Bonding

By Charles Lowe

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2013 David C. Lowe

Chapter 1

Adam Dear, I'm going over to Geoffrey's place. I need to see him.

Now? It-It's almost 8PM Jane. I responded to my wife.

I know darling, but I'd already promised to see him tonight. He's counting on me coming over.

Y-You did? B-But your father a-and your brother a-and your uncle were over before dinner. Aren't you too tired to go out?

It's been almost three hours since they left. I feel fine. They didn't tire me out.

I-I see. I meekly replied, knowing that it was useless trying to change her mind, especially with that perky tone in her voice.

Anyway, they were more or less just quickies dear. Are your tongue and jaw muscles tired?

Jane, it's a lot of work sucking and licking up after each of them. They shoot so much cum, a-and it's always so thick and gooey. And if they insist I lick their dicks clean too, I can't help but get tongue fatigue. Is it really necessary for me to...

Darling, before you even go there, yes it is. We've been through this before. You know how much I love you doing that for me after I get fucked. It really does me good to feel your mouth on my wet, oozing snatch, and your tongue wiggling in me, not to mention looking down at your head between my legs. It's so relaxing to rub the back of your head while you're eating another man's fuck out of my cunt. Adam honey, I know you love me when you do this little thing for me. Please don't deprive me of your love.

Jane, you know I love you so very much, it-it's just that I feel s-so humiliated having to...

Darling, I've told you time and time again, you are not being humiliated because you do these little things for me and my family and the fathers of our kids. I value your sucking efforts greatly and know this is one of the sweetest and warmest way for you to show your affection for me. And as far as Daddy and my brothers, and the other men in the family, they rave about the way you lick and clean me and mama's pussy juice and fuck scum from their cocks and balls. They respect you for that. You don't want to lose their respect do you?

Y-You're turning things around Jane. Y-You know they've threaten me if I-I didn't do that for them. A-And I don't know why you and your folks demand I do the same for your old boyfriends, I don't care if they fathered all our children.

Adam darling, I've told you before you should discuss that with Daddy if you think he's causing them to take advantage of you. My beautiful wife replied with an obvious mischievous smirk of a smile.

Y-You know what your father would say to me. I sighed, as I replied and hung my head. We both knew I wasn't about to confront her strong will Dad.

My gorgeous wife walked over in front of me and lifted my chin looking straight in my eyes with her enticing ones.

Honey, we love each other. We both know that. It's a deep true love. You understand that my heart is all yours, even if I give my pussy to many other men and have their babies to make up our family. You must not see any of this as anything to be disheartened about. We just had our seventh anniversary. Our marriage is one of openness, love, deep trust and understanding, not to mention great support from my family. And as far as my old senior high fuck buddies; they know you're the better man to raise their kids.

I-I know you're trying to l-lift my spirits dear, b-but I just wish it-it didn't have to be this way. I said with a sigh.

Adam darling, this is the way it is. This is reality; you know that better than anyone. My pussy needs and adores big dicks, lots of them. C'mon, tell me you love me honey.

I love you Jane. I repeated after her, looking straight in her charming hazel eyes.

I love you too darling, deeply. You are the husband of my dream. I don't know what I'd do without you. She followed up with a very passionate French kiss. The intensity of it almost took my breath away.

We both knew that when she kissed me that way, she could do no wrong, and that I was putty in her hands.

Feel better sweetie.

Oh Jane, I wish I didn't love you so. I-I can't believe the things I've let happen to me because of you and your family.

You aren't speaking ill of my family are you honey? Jane replied with a bit of an edge in her voice.

N-No, of course not. I-I just mean, I-I should've walked away when I found out what was in store for me after we got engaged.

Darling, just think, you'd owed me and my family over $50,000 and you wouldn't have me, who you claim you love so much.

I-I know, but, I-I wouldn't feel so tormented a-and feel so out classed. All the men that sex you have it over me in every way.

None can match your tongue sweetie. You're a super sucker. Mom says the same thing too. I don't know why you feel so down, after all, you couldn't wait to suck my cunt before you found out it was other men's jism you were sucking up and swallowing. You know you like my cunt after other dicks have creamed in me. You've simply got to accept that you're a natural pussy eater. Don't be sad because nature gave you a taste for such a lusty delicacy, and in the process of discovering that, you won me over more than any macho man could.

I remained silent at her bittersweet, but true statement. There was nothing I could say. I'd long ago concluded that my non-macho, easily intimidated, meek, and unassuming personality, as well as a taste for her dick cream filled, but luscious gash, endeared me to her. To add to that, it seemed that intimidation of me by her father, other male relatives, and her three former boyfriends, all of whom were fucking her routinely, and who coerced me into being their dick licker, lapper and cocksucker, usually in her presence, made her love me even deeper.

The price I paid for her love was significant in terms of my self-esteem, but yet it seemed each time she took me in her arms or kissed me, all seemed right with the world. Her beauty and my love for her were obviously devastating to my dignity and pride.

Adam darling, we have a good marriage, great kids and you know it. Sure, I know you eat a lot of the guys' jism from my muff, and they may make you lick their dicks sometimes, or push one down your throat occasionally, but overall, you know, we all think the world of you, especially our kids. Don't be hard on yourself. Your personal pride is not as important as you think. What's important is how happy you make those you love you. Especially me - your wife - our kids, your family, and my family and friends. You know my family praise you as an ideal son-in-law. You know they think the world of you.

My beautiful wife kissed me again and embraced me warmly. There, your face looks brighter already. Feel better?

Y-Yes, I-I guess so. I slowly replied.

All you needed were a few good hugs and kisses.

She left me standing there as she picked up her coat and purse. As she turned toward the door, she looked at me as I stood there in the pinafore style yellow and pink apron her mom bought for my birthday.

Anyway, Adam darling, I won't be gone all night. I'll wake you, as usual, when I come home. You know I always share the experience of such visits with you. In the mean time, be a dear and put the kids to bed, and oh, please finish tidying up the kitchen for me. My wife said as she stepped back to me and pecked me on the forehead. She walked toward the family room where the kids were.

The provocative swing of her shapely, floating ass in the tight and revealing mini dress made me feel weak and aroused as usual.

I said nothing further as I saw her tell our four little ones goodnight. She then marched out the door.

After getting the kids bathed and off to bed, I started on my kitchen duty. I mentally sigh as I do my chores and find it hard to believe Jane and I have been married going on eight years. As I work, I think back to the time we first met and how we arrived at the situation I'm in today.

Chapter 2

The Beginning

I'd just moved to Kaseyville for my first job, after graduating from the state university.

Since my maternal aunt lived there, mother and she agreed that I could live with her until I could find a suitable place.

The job I had was okay, but I thought I would like to do something else in a few years, so I decided to attend graduate school, with the idea that I may want to become a college professor at some later date.

After deciding to attend graduate school, I didn't rush to find my own place. I continued to stay with Aunt Jasmine. She and my mom were rather pleased, since they were both the motherly type and over protective of me, even though I was 23.

I met Jane at the college library. She was a library assistant. As I spent many hours there, we would encounter each other rather frequently.

I couldn't help but notice the stunning brunette with the pleasant smile and vivacious figure. On a scale of 1 to 10, she was a solid 12.

Over a period of 3 months, it became commonplace for us to exchange small talk about various books that she and I'd read. It was apparent she was well read and had an excellent memory.

Adam, may I ask you something personal? She said one Thursday evening as we sat in the sparsely populated library.

Sure. I replied.

I'm surprised you haven't hit on me or asked me for a date yet. Most guys would've done that 5 minutes after they said hi. You aren't gay are you?

No! ... Oh no! I replied, slightly surprised at the question. T-The reason I, er, well I-I never mentioned anything a-about a date or anything is that I, well, I just assumed you were spoken for, you know going with someone. You being s-so attractive.

Spoken for, that's quaint. No I'm not as you say, Spoken For. I do date occasionally, but no serious commitment, except to my family.

It was that conversation which led to our first date that following Saturday night. We seemed to hit it off rather well after that first date and we ended up going on several others. Jane let me know that it was refreshing that a man was more concerned about what was on her mind than what was in her dress.

Over the span of a few months we had several dates. She was fun to talk to, not to mention pleasing to look at. She had a quizzical manner that seemed to draw things out of me. I admitted to her that I was not well versed in wooing girls or had that much luck with them in the past.

To my embarrassment and to Jane's amusement, she determined, rightfully that I was a virgin. I lied of course, but I'm certain she looked through my white lie.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Adam, you should be proud to be a 23 old virgin. Jane told me seriously as she tenderly held my hand. I still didn't admit I was, even if my body language indicated otherwise.

I was technically a virgin. I'd tried to have sex with two girls previously. One in senior high, the other in college. In junior high, I was so nervous I came in the rubber before I could get it out of my pants. Even at 15, I was not a rapid recharger, so I was still no good to my date for the rest of the night.

In college, the girl began laughing at how small my prick was that I couldn't keep it up because of her ridicule of me.

Chapter 3

When Jane first introduced me to her family, I viewed them as the perfect family. There was her father and mother and her two brothers. One was 19 and the other 21. Jane was the oldest. They seemed to be a close knit and caring family, one for the other. Her parents, while plain blue-collar type folks, appeared to be doing well for themselves. Her father had a local business and seemed to be well respected and somewhat politically connected within the town.

Jane was 22 when we first started dating. We dated for 6 months before the question of marriage came up. I'm not sure if it was I, who brought it up first or not, but it was out in the open and I worked up enough nerve to pop the question. She accepted my proposal of marriage and I put a very nice ring on her finger.

I say nice, because her father gave me the money for the ring. I was in graduate school at the time and working a day job as well, so his offer was easily accepted, since,