Caring Means Sharing

He kissed the back of my neck, "I love you Cassie, more than I can ever express."

I twisted around and cuddled in his arms. Soon I heard the deep snoring of my sated husband and felt a sense of relief. Contented I joined him in blissful sleep right on his lap.

A few hours later we awoke still in the chair in the living room. We rushed through our morning routine so Ned could make his flight to Toronto. An hour later while Ned fought the traffic between our house and the Los Angeles International Airport I called his father.

"Good Morning, Max this is Cassie...Do you have any weekend plans? I need a favor...Ned has to go Canada, we're on the way to LAX right now. Any way I have a wedding to attend on Catalina Island tomorrow and I need a date...Please, Max it would mean a great deal to me... You will? Great! Meet me at Bloom Brother's in the Santa Monica Mall at four this afternoon and bring your gray suit....because it will need to be altered. Ned says you've lost thirty pounds. You want to look good for me don't you? See you then."

Ned shot me a brash grin and said, "Babe, you got him wrapped around your finger."

"Ever since we were introduced," I chuckled.

Traffic suddenly slowed to a snail's pace. There was still a ways to go before we got to the airport. I leaned back against my door and unbutton my white blouse. I chose not to wear a bra in expectation of meeting Max later in the day. I knew the white material would cover but not conceal my dusky areolas. I cooed as I twisted the silver barbells that pierced my nipples. They hardened immediately.

Ned caught sight of my bare breasts and cleared his throat. His voice rose an excited octave as he asked, "Whatcha doing, Babe?"

I didn't answer him. Instead, I slowly pulled my gray skirt up my thighs until my pretty pink panties were revealed. I watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as I grabbed the waistband of my panties and pulled them up. My panties invaded the folds of my labia creating an explict camel-toe. I ran my middle finger up and down my slit. My panties soaked with my excitement. I finally said, "I'm just thinking about fucking your dad."

An irate driver honked as our car veered in his direction. Ned swore and hurriedly adjusted course. He tried to split his attention between the traffic and my body. He complained, "You're torturing me, Cassie."

I continued teasing myself and tormenting my husband by running my finger up and down my slit. My pussy drooled drenching my panties even more. I baited him, "Just think," I ran my finger through my slit again for emphasis, "this is where your father is going to be putting his big cock."

Ned' face screwed up into a grimace. He groaned.

For some reason my husband's discomfort added to my excitement. I pushed my palm pleasurably against my panty-clad clit. I hissed through clenched teeth, "That's what you want, isn't it Ned? You do want me to pleasure your father with my pussy, don't you?"

He glared at me then turned his attention back to the freeway. He nodded silently.

I expected more emotional reassurance from my husband it had been his suggestion that I bed his father so I hissed, "Say it."

"What?"

"Say it."

He glared at me again. Contrary emotions flared in his eyes, sadness, jealousy, but most of all love. Love for his father and love for me. His sentiments caused him to choke, "Yes."

"Yes what?" I goaded while palming my pussy and twisting a nipple. My orgasm was close. I needed Ned's full emotional commitment.

"Yes, I want you to give my father sexual pleasure." His soft voice affirmed that he was emotionally invested. He could no longer hide his feelings behind a shield of aloofness.

My husband's capitulation pushed me over the crest to climax. I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the cascading feelings of pleasurable orgasm. My body shook as my cunt contracted with climatic release. I shrieked, "Cummmming!"

Once I spiraled down from the dizzying heights of climax Ned patted my knee and asked, "Feel better now, Babe?"

I studied my husband for a moment as he continued to navigate through traffic. I pulled my sullied and saturated panties off and placed them in his hand. "Give these a little sniff while I convey my love for you."

Ned chuckled as I undid his trousers. His cock sprang out. Pre-cum drooled from it. He brought my panties to his nose and inhaled. His distended cock danced with desire.

I watched it sway for a moment. "Mahal, your cock is so...so hard."

Bending my face down into Ned's lap I kissed the swollen head of his cock. It tasted salty from his pre-cum. I licked up and down the shaft. I heard Ned's deep intake of breath as he tried to keep our vehicle in our lane. Wickedly I darted my tongue into his piss slit and he gasped again. I stifled a giggle, relaxed my throat and gleefully swallowed Ned's entire cock. It twitched wildly signaling he was ready to cum.

Ned's growl of gratification paved the way for the gusher of cum that shot from his cock.

He just finished spewing as we arrived in front of the terminal at LAX. He threw the car into park and plopped his head down on the steering wheel with a thud. He exhaled heavily and gave a gratified groan, "Good grief."

I wiped the seepage of spooge from my chin with my shirt-tail then opened my door and climbed out of the car. I buttoned my blouse up and tucked its cum-stained tail into my skirt. Traffic whizzed by not paying any attention. I made my away around the vehicle to the driver's side.

Ned had pocketed my panties and redid his trousers before he exited the car. He hugged me tight. His fingers danced on the bare skin of my buttocks just beneath my skirt. "Cassie, I love you."

"I love you too, Mahal."

Reluctantly Ned broke our embrace. He silently smiled. His eyes were filled with love. He grabbed his suitcase and headed inside the terminal.

I spent the rest of the day making sales calls to health food stores in the Los Angeles area as I made my way to Santa Monica. I had quit college when I married Ned four years ago. I had been a Nursing major but found sticking needles into people nauseating. However, I was able to capitalize on the nutrition classes I had taken by becoming a sales representative for Caltech Citrus Company, makers of 3C natural human supplements. I enjoyed my job immensely.

A little after four o'clock I approached Bloom Brother's in the Santa Monica Mall. My father-in-law, Max, stood outside the store with a garment bag slung across his shoulder. He looked a bit thin and his features were drawn. Grief made him look older than his forty-eight years. He had the same blue eyes as his son. They were the only apparent physical trait they both shared. Those blue eyes glimmered in recognition as he caught sight of me. His face split into a wide smile.

As our eyes met I put a seductive sway into my hips. When I reached him I stood on my tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek. I said with a sultry tone, "Sorry, I'm late traffic was terrible."

"No need to apologize," Max chuckled. His eyes glinted with glee. They momentarily fell to my perky breasts barely hidden beneath the translucent material of my blouse. He blinked as he caught himself. He opened the store door and with a gallant sweep of his hand said, "Shall we?"

Nodding I led the way into the store. I added a little wiggle to my walk. I glanced over my shoulder and grinned at Max who was mesmerized by the undulation of my butt.

A sales clerk approached as we entered the store. "May I help you?"

"We need the services of your tailor," I replied.

The sales clerk took us into the back and Max stepped into a fitting room to change into his gray suit. He came out. The way the suit hung loosely on his five foot, ten inch frame was evidence that he wasn't taking care of himself. Ned had every reason to be concerned about his father.

The tailor began to make chalk marks on the gray material of the suit coat as Max lifted his arms straight out. Then he clutched the material of the trousers around Max's middle and marked the spots where he would tack the waistband. The tailor dropped his chalk and accidently kicked it between my feet when he tried to retrieve it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity I squatted down in my skirt like a baseball catcher. My bald panty-less pussy was exposed in the three-way mirror. I smiled at Max when he finally made eye contact with me. Still squatting I handed the chalk to the tailor. I was eye-level with Max's hard cock. It was clearly outlined in his trousers. My mouth fell open as I gazed at its mass. It easily matched the length of my arm from wrist to elbow. I was now sure that Max's eyes were indeed the only physical trait Ned had inherited from his father.

Max took my hand and pulled me to my feet. He smiled broadly his face was as flushed as mine. He whispered, "Sorry natural reaction to the nude female form."

I nodded then whispered back, "I'm glad you find me so arousing."

The tailor cleared his throat and informed us he had all the measurements he needed. While Max changed I arranged for the tailor to alter the suit this evening while we ate supper. He agreed once I pressed a hundred dollar bill into his hand.

Max changed into a blue polo shirt, which brought out his blue eyes and khaki trousers. His face split into a bright smile when I offered him my hand. He took it and we left the shop holding hands. It just confirmed that Max was in definite need of feminine attention.

The mall had a full service restaurant which catered to shoppers who wanted a full course meal instead of the fast-food offered at the food court. We went in and grabbed a booth. I asked Max the last time he had a steak and he simply said, "It's been awhile."

Surprisingly Max acquiesced to my request that he get a steak with all the trimmings while I ordered a chicken breast with rice. Max savored a frosty cold beer while I sipped chilled white wine. We made small talk while we waited for our meal, mostly about work. Max explained the new thermoplastics process for manufacturing sinks and I shared my sales experiences.

I leaned across the table and ran my fingers over Max's male-patterned baldness. I noticed his eyes transfixed on my breasts that were apparent beneath the fabric of my blouse. I had to raise my voice to break him out of his trance, "Max...Max."

Max blushed. "Huh? I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I said you ought to shave your head."

"What?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"Men with shaved heads are sexy. Don't you think Kojak is sexier than George from Seinfeld?"

Max chortled then repeated Kojak's tagline, "Who loves ya, Baby?"

I laughed then patted his face. "I love ya, so think about it."

"Okay, I'll think about it," Max assured me. Then he leaned across the table and lowered his voice, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

I smiled at Max's well-mannered decorum. "Sure, Max what's on your mind?"

"How come you're not wearing any panties?"

It was apparent that my pussy was on Max's mind. I crossed my legs as excitement rushed from my belly towards my nether region. I moistened my lips with my tongue then answered, "I slipped them off and gave them to Ned at the airport as a memento of my passion."

Max's eyes sparkled. He laughed. Then winked at me and said, "Raquel used to pull similar stunts. I would find a pair of her panties in my briefcase with note pinned to them inviting me home for a Nooner." He paused and appraised me for a moment before he continued, "You remind me a lot of Raquel."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"That's how I meant it." Max sipped his beer.

"I was afraid to meet you and Raquel when Ned and I started dating. I didn't know how you would react to a biracial girlfriend."

Max's eyes furrowed deeply and the corners of his mouth turned down into a sour frown. "Raquel and I always judged people by the conduct of their character not the color of their skin."

I patted Max's hand and said, "I know that now. I'm sorry I pre-judged you."

Max wasn't finished, "In fact Raquel always thought you were too decent for Ned. And I threatened him with castration if he broke your heart."

I laughed. "Ned told me you threaten him but what did Raquel mean?"

Max griped my fingers on top of the table. "Before you, Ned's girlfriends where all boobs and butt with superficial hearts. You were different...."

"Hey, I got boobs and a butt," I interrupted then admitted, "just not very big ones."

Chuckling Max squeezed my hands. "Your boobs and butt are very pretty."

"Thank you very much."

"It's the least I can say after you flashed your treasure at me."

I laughed and smacked his hand. Then smart-alecky I said, "Seeing is believing."

Max grinned and came back with, "Now look who's the wisenheimer."

His tone grew serious, "But seriously, you were different because you have a deep heart. Your tattoo, 'Family First,' proved it and your explanation about it made Raquel teary-eyed. She was always afraid Ned would break your heart."

It was my turn to be teary-eyed I dapped at my eyes with a napkin. I had no idea that Raquel held me in such high esteem. I realized how much Max loved and missed his wife. Somehow I felt she would understand that he needed me. In my heart I knew she would want me to seduce Max.

Our food arrived. As we ate Max asked how my mother and father met. I explained that my black father had joined the Navy to escape the ghetto and had been stationed at Subic Bay in the Philippines where he had met my mother. They had married and lived happily-ever-after in Pasadena, California, USA.

After we ate we went back to the suit store. While Max tried on the suit to ensure the alterations improved the fit I picked out a pink tie that would match the dress I planned to wear tomorrow. Max came out of the dressing room asking for my approval, I nodded. After paying we left the mall. Max insisted on walking me to my car even though he was parked on the other side of the mall.

While we walked I took his arm. The firmness of his bicep made me think of how firm his cock had been earlier. My nipples harden, my belly warmed and my pussy dampened. I tried to clear my mind of lusty thoughts.

I settled for clearing my throat instead and explained tomorrow's plans. Max was to pick me up at home then drive to San Pedro to catch the ferry to the Catalina Island. The hotel room would be ready by the time we arrived. I reminded Max to bring an overnight bag.

He nodded his understanding as we got to my car. He blushed when I stood on my tip-toes and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Thanks for supper and thanks for escorting me," I said.

On a sudden whim I grabbed the hem of my skirt and pulled it up. My bald pussy was on full display to my father-in-law. Choking with emotion I whispered, "Family First, Max. You're my family too."

His eyes immediately dropped to my pussy. He licked his lips as his eyes lingered long enough to see my puffy labia glistening with lust. His eyes hesitantly left my cunt. He looked straight into my eyes. The deep blue pools reflected the longing in his heart.

When his eyes met mine I dropped my skirt. I saw the huge bulge tenting his trousers and grew weak in the knees. I jumped in the car before I mounted him right in the parking lot. I waved as I sped away and Max returned it weakly with a confounded look on his face.

I don't know what had gotten into me. I thought about calling Max and apologizing for my naughty behavior. But, I didn't feel that bad about it. I was more concerned about his reaction. I was sure he was troubled by the fact that his son's wife was so overtly flirting with him. I was afraid he would call off our date tomorrow because I was making it so obvious that I wanted him to bed me. When I got home I placed a call to Ned and told him what I had done.

"You showed my dad your pussy?" Ned's voice rose an octave. "How did he react?"

I sighed, "He got a hard-on."

"He didn't pass-out from all that blood rushing from his brain to his cock did he?" Ned couldn't contain his laughter.

"Ned it's not funny. You didn't see his face. He looked so confused. He's so emotionally vulnerable right now I might have made things worse for him. Please call him."

"Okay, Babe, I see your point. I'll call and thank him for taking you to the wedding. If he's upset about you flashing your treasure he'll bring it up. I'll call you back later."

While Ned made the call I jumped in the shower. I couldn't help but think of Max's massive manhood. I imagined how pleasurable it would feel as it powered its way into my pussy. I envisioned the gratified look in Max's blue eyes as the moist heat of my pussy enveloped his cock. As these lurid thoughts raced through my mind I frantically palmed my clit to orgasmic oblivion.

The phone rang. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it me around my body. I hurried into the bedroom and answered the phone with water dripping off my body. It was Ned.

"I don't know what you did to my father but his voice was so giddy. It's hard to believe he was the same guy I talked to yesterday. I thanked him for taking you to the wedding and he said it was his pleasure. He said that he really enjoyed supper with you. And lastly, he said he really didn't have time to talk to me because he had some things to prepare for his date tomorrow."

"He didn't say anything about me flashing him?"

"Nope. He didn't mention it at all. And, his voice didn't sound like he was feeling guilty about gazing at your gash either. So I think all systems are go for tomorrow."

I paused to ponder the enormity of what it meant to actually have sex with Max. In that moment I realized Ned was right it would be making love. Ned's voice resonated in my ear, "Cassie? Babe, are you there? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm here Mahal," I choked on the wave of emotion. "Are you sure you want me to go through with this? It won't just be a sex act. It will be an act of love."

My husband's voice trembled with trepidation as he spoke, "I know. I know. That's what he really needs right now. If showing him your pussy can lift his spirits how much more will his spirits be lifted after enjoying the pleasure of your pussy? " I stifled a sniffle, "But what about us?"

Ned's tone was reassuring, "I'll love you even more."

"I love you." I whimpered.

Ned cleared his throat but his voice still quivered, "I love you too. Don't hold anything back, Cassie, emotionally or physically. Give my father the loving he needs."

After saying goodbye I hung-up the phone. I hastily finished drying off, slipped on my nightie and climbed into bed. Emotionally I was exhausted. I quickly drifted to sleep. While my body relaxed my mind did not.

Out of the recesses of my mind my deceased mother-in-law suddenly appeared in my dreams. She was right beside me, both of us kneeling in the middle of a king-sized bed with our arms around each other's waist. She flashed me a sly smile and said, "Max needs you."

We wore matching black garter belts and black fishnet stockings. Our pussies were way too excited and way too wet to wear panties. Since we didn't need panties I guess we didn't need bras either. Our bare breasts sported hard excited nipples. We stifled our giggles as we heard Max's footfalls from behind the bedroom door.

He opened the bedroom door. His mouth dropped wide in surprise at the sight of us.

With a sultry tone Raquel said, "I asked Cassie to join us." She turned and kissed me. Her tongue teasingly entwined with mine. She broke the kiss, looked Max straight in the eye and continued, "I hope you don't mind."

Max looked first at Raquel, drinking in her full beauty. Then his gaze fell to me, feasting on my nakedness. His smile matched the twinkle in his eye. He rasped, "I don't mind at all."