Mated to the Pack Ch. 03

"According to the victims, there was only one person involved."

"Then perhaps you're lucky enough to have nabbed your man."

"Are you dating anyone?"

"Rob the cradle much?" I laughed. "You're like ten years older than I am. I'm mostly just having sex with people, and I have to tell you that I am obligated, by contract, to provide two children to an infertile couple that lives in New England, so I can't stay here. I'm not sure you'd want to hang with someone who's going to be carrying other men's kids for most of the next two or three years. You don't even know if you'd like me as a hormonal pregnant woman, even if I tickle your funny bone now."

"You do have a point."

"Are we done?"

"We're done."

"We good?"

"I'm pretty sure we're good. We still have to compare notes, but I think it's all over. We will have need you come in and sign your statement."

"If you schedule it late enough in the day, perhaps we can go out for a drink afterward, but just two, because I did something and someone foolish the last time I got drunk, and he's still pestering me for another date."

Detective Ferguson laughed again and closed his notebook. "It's been a pleasure, Miss Huppert."

It seemed the others were finishing up as well. Asshole was sitting in a squad car, waiting to be transported to the county jail. Mom and Dad were chatting with a couple of neighbors who'd drifted over to see what the commotion was. I was ready for more primo sex, like maybe a wolf eating me out. It was Brigitte's turn.

I did, in fact, have Brigitte lick me, then she showed me how to rub our pussies together, which she called tribbing, so we did that too. I liked the licking more, but tribbing was nice. It might have been nicer for me because I was closely trimmed and Brigitte had a wild, lush fringe of pubic hair, so I was rubbing a rug, and her pussy was protected by that carpet, but I liked trying new things. Conor mostly watched, although Brigitte sucked him off when we were done so he didn't suffer unduly.

We were quietly lying in friendly cuddle and I asked, "It's a full moon out. Does that affect your need or ability to shift at all?"

"I think we have a greater desire to shift," Brigitte said, "but not really a need. There is something to be said about about a moonlit hunt and howling at the moon."

"Maybe the next time you can howl, I'll howl with you, just to see what it's like. Good night all."

"Goodnight, John Boy, Good night, Mary Ellen," Brigitte said.

"Huh?"

"It's before your time. Don't worry about it."

I didn't.

******

I sucked Conor off the following morning while Brigitte rode his face, so both of the wolves were happy. We went out for an early run to shake the cobwebs off. The wolves nostrils both flared when we got back, by which I assumed that Mom and Dad got lucky again. Mom had breakfast on the table when we finished our shower. I ate mostly pancakes with a couple slices of bacon. The wolves ate mostly bacon and sausages, with a couple pancakes.

"Quite the exciting time last night," Dad said.

"The officer I was talking to said they believed it was some guy who'd raped a few women the last couple months," Brigitte said. "He was from Chicago, and had a summer home on the lake and kind of looked for easy pickings."

"Really, that guy? You were lucky you weren't hurt," Mom said.

"He's lucky he didn't get hurt," I said. "I thought he should have gotten raped last night since that's what he was probably going to do to us. Get him used to his life in prison."

"You don't think you were in danger last night?" Dad asked.

"Conor and Brigitte are very good bodyguards. That guy didn't have a chance."

"We do have to protect our investment," Brigitte said.

"It's nice to know our daughter is so well protected," Dad said.

I saw him look at Mom and her giving a quick nod of the head, so I had a pretty good idea what was coming next.

"Uh, Jessica mentioned yesterday that you might be open to having sex with us. If she's mistaken, I apologize for bringing it up, but Anita and I were wondering if that's something you'd consider doing?"

Brigitte answered. "She mentioned it to us last night. We were talking about the differences in how Conor and I approach sex and how most people do. We're rather casual about it, and it doesn't mean all that much to us in our relationship. Our marriage isn't defined by sex, it's defined by how we feel for each other. She made the point that there are a lot more emotions that go into sex for most people, and sex outside of your marriage usually carries emotional baggage, that Conor and I just don't feel. We don't want to do anything to harm your relationship to one another. I want to be clear about that. We like you and don't want to mess up a good thing. If you're certain that you can look at this as just the giving and taking of pleasure, and not something which will harm either one of you, Conor and I are perfectly willing to play, but that's all it is for us; play. No emotions, no hang-ups, no anger, or jealousy or negativity at all. Just play. As long as that's all it remains, we'll play. If it starts to affect your marriage, I'll stop it. Is that reasonable to you? Just fun and games, or we stop."

They looked at each other again, gauging the words effects on each other. Mom nodded again.

"That sounds quite reasonable," Dad said.

"Both Conor and I are pansexual, indicating we're open to pretty much any kind of sex. Who wants to start with who?"

"We were wondering if Conor would start with Anita," Dad said.

Conor already had a raging erection. It was easy to see how he felt about it.

"If you're going to do this," I cautioned, "be honest with one another. If it starts to bother you, you have to talk to one another. Don't let anything fester. You're going in an entirely new direction for your marriage. You can't know for sure, how you'll feel about it once it starts, so express those feelings to one another."

They both agreed and I told Conor to come find the rest of us when he was done. I saw my mom lead Conor up to their bedroom. Dad had an erection. I shook my head in wonder.

"Dad, I'm going to suggest to you that we go down to the lake for awhile so you don't hear anything. Kind of let the idea soak in a little before you do anything as radical as listening or watching. See how you feel about it first. Conor will let you know when they're done."

He nodded and we went down to the dock. Brigitte sat with my dad, holding his hand, talking to him about other things while his wife was gone. She did a good job of keeping him distracted. It didn't hurt that she was naked, either. Since they were both occupied, I called Gretchen's family first.

"Mrs. Harris, this is Jessica Huppert, a high school classmate of Gretchen. I was wondering if she was available to speak to?"

"Jessica, I heard you were visiting your folks. How wonderful to hear from you. Give me a sec, and I'll put Gretchen on."

"Thank you." I heard her calling Gretchen to the phone and Gretchen picked up shortly.

"Jess, how are you?"

"Great, how about yourself."

"Not so good, I had to move back home. How's the ship building business?"

"That's not so good at the moment either. I got laid off."

"Are you moving back home too?"

"No, I found another money making opportunity instead. It has potential for you too, if you're interested."

"Please tell me it's not some direct marketing scheme like selling beauty products."

"God, no, nothing like that. It's a little bit out there though."

"What is it?"

"I'd like to talk to you about it in person. Any chance you can come over tonight for supper. We can eat Chinese, talk about the opportunity, swim, chat, and if you want, and I'm not saying you would, but I've fucked a girl now, and I thought if you were interested, we could get it on."

"You fucked a girl. You wouldn't even kiss me."

"I know. I was tempted to, but I wasn't as confident about my sexuality back in high school. It scared me."

"So what, now you're a lesbian?"

"No, I still do men. I guess you could say I'm bisexual now."

"So how many women have you had sex with?"

"You'd be my second. You'll be meeting my first."

"She's there?"

"And her husband."

"You're fucking both of them? Holy shit, Batman. Doesn't sound much like the Jess I know."

"Things have changed. After I lost my job and couldn't catch a whiff of another job in my field, and with my student debt and house payment, I was wondering if I'd have to become a prostitute. That's how desperate I was becoming. Instead, I found something else. I heard you'd had to move back home and thought you might be interested. I'm inviting Brenda to listen to my spiel too, plus, there will be another super cute girl as well, I just met yesterday."

"You know Brenda treated me like shit?"

"I know. She treated almost everyone who wasn't a cheerleader like shit, but it also sounds like she got her comeuppance, so I'm hoping you can let bygones be bygones."

"Only if she acts like a decent human being. I won't put up with shit anymore."

"Agreed."

"I knew that Tommy was a major fuck up."

"Everyone but Brenda knew he was a fuck up. He hit on me, too. Asshole."

"He didn't believe I could possibly be a lesbian if I let him fuck me."

"I know. He was a total douche bag."

"What time do you want me there?"

"Six okay?"

"I can do six."

"I'll see you then."

Next I put in a phone call to Brenda's parents. Brenda herself answered the phone. She sounded tired, and I heard a child screaming in the background.

"Hello."

"Brenda, it's Jessica, from high school. Do you remember me?"

"Sure, Enginerd."

"I would have thought you might have become a little more polite, considering how deep in the toilet your own life has gone."

Brenda started crying, and it was a miserable sounding cry. It took about a half minute before she could pull herself together enough to say, "You're right. My life is shit. I'm sorry for being such a bitch. Are you just calling to remind me I was a bitch?"

"Actually, I might be able to offer something to take you out of the shitter."

"Not another blind date. Do you know how many men actually want to date a woman with a screaming five year old?"

"Not a blind date. A job of sorts. I'm inviting you to my parents tonight at six to discuss it. Chinese food will be served. Gretchen will also be here listening to the same pitch. You better be nice to her, or I'll throw your ass out. There will be a couple and another woman. They aren't being pitched. They're a part of the pitch. I've been told it would be $75,000 dollars for less than a year's work. Are you interested?"

"Geez, my parents are going out tonight. I don't think I can get a baby sitter that fast."

"Bring your boy along. My parents can look after him while we talk."

"Please, where do I sign up?"

"Just show up at six. Do you know where my parents live, on Boom Lake?"

"I know. Why are you inviting me to this thing?"

"Because you're single and it sounded like you could use a little good fortune in your life. You know, Tommy was an asshole. Everyone knew it but you. He hit on every girl in school."

"So I discovered. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

"You never really encouraged conversation, and probably wouldn't have believed us anyway, because you were the golden child. Tommy couldn't possibly be interested in anyone else if he was dating you."

"I was such an idiot."

"Spilt milk. What are you going to be like the rest of your life?"

"Hopefully, smarter and wiser."

"Bring a suit, maybe we'll go swimming afterward. Or not. We've been going skinny dipping. It's up to you."

"Thanks, Jess. Thanks for even talking to me."

"I'll see you at six."

I looked at my watch. Hmm, forty-five minutes and Conor still hadn't reported in. I hoped Mom was having a good time. I looked at Dad. He still seemed okay. At least he wasn't staring up at the second floor where the bedrooms were. I sent a text to Dawn to come at six tonight with all the paperwork and our address. She texted back fifteen minutes later.

Is it okay if Gerhard comes tonight to see how you approach this?

If he buys and brings an assortment of Chinese food for ten people when he comes. I don't know what kind of Chinese food wolves eat. They'll be four wolves, five adults and one child. Three people can't know about werewolves, including the child. No shifting until there's some privacy.

Ten minutes later. He'll bring the food and respect the rules.

He's welcome to come then.

So my evening was set. I checked my watch again. An hour now. I sat down next to my father.

"How are you doing so far, Dad?"

"Not bad, considering. What do you think he's doing with her?"

"Whatever she wants, would be my guess. What made you decide to do this?"

He set his hand on Brigitte's naked leg. "Obviously, both of your friends are very attractive, Perhaps the most attractive people we've ever met. More beautiful than anyone we ever expected to have sex with, and not just handsome, but fit. Easy to get along with and relax around. Your mom and I have been married for thirty years, got married right after college, and haven't been with anyone else since.

"I won't say that sex ever got boring, but there's been a sameness to it for quite a while, let's say stale, perhaps, almost programmed. Their openness about sex, and willingness to share their sexual joy with others without jealousy was kind of an eyeopener. Obviously, for them to be around us, so casual with their nudity, really jumpstarted our sex drives. We haven't had sex like this in ages. We realized how much we still loved one another, and it didn't seem like either one of us would be hurt just to try something new."

Oh, oh. Perhaps the fiction that I created that I was helping a married couple conceive a child, might have contributed to Mom and Dad opening up their marriage to others.

"What if they weren't married. Do you think you and Mom would still be experimenting?"

"I don't know. Who's to say. There were all those other factors involved as well...Wait a minute! Are you saying Brigitte and Conor aren't married?"

"Not so much. Brigitte has been married, and her life with her husband would have been exactly the same as how she's been with Conor, but her husband died. They're both just more or less my bodyguards at the moment."

"Then why does she need a child? Wait a minute, she doesn't, does she? You're doing this for someone else."

"There are other infertile couples who I will be helping. I don't know for sure who yet. I just needed to get away and let you and Mom know what I'd be doing. I can't really talk about it more. It's highly classified, and I've signed non-disclosure agreements."

"Some big wigs or famous people, right?"

"I really can't say more without you signing the non-disclosure agreements yourself. I'm sorry."

"Is it really true that you and your husband were like you behave with Conor?" Dad asked Brigitte.

"That's a true statement. We're very casual about nudity and sex and frequently have sex with others within our group, even when mated."

"What group? Some hippie, commune, free love, thing?"

"Not like you mean it, no. Like Jess, I can't speak about it. I have the same obligations to keep it secret as she does."

"Can Anita get any kind of disease from Conor, if you guys have so much sex with other people?"

"No, sir. I can assure you that Conor and I are both totally disease free. You'll never catch anything from us. I wish I could say more, tell you how I know that to be true, but it is true."

"Are you some kind of cloned government experiment and that's why you can't reproduce?"

"I can also assure you that's not the case, but telling you a lot of negatives might be the same as telling you something positive. If you want to know more, you'll have to sign some paperwork."

"Where is it? I'll sign whatever I need to sign?"

"We don't have any of the paperwork here, Dad, but they are bringing some this evening. It's something that Brenda and Gretchen have to sign before they can do the same thing I'm going to do. Look, I'm sorry if our deception caused you and Mom to do something that you might not otherwise have done. That was not the intent. For what it's worth, I don't believe that it's going to harm your marriage. I wouldn't have suggested you might want to consider doing something like this if I believed that was possible. Truly. I wouldn't be trying to break you up. I'll text the people bringing the paperwork to bring two more, one for you, and one for Mom."

Conor let out a whistle and we turned towards the house. He was sauntering down to the dock alone, naked, somewhat cleaned up.

"Simon, Mrs. Huppert is in your room waiting for you. She wanted to talk a bit before she came down."

"She's all right, isn't she?"

"Right as rain, sir. Quite happy. I'll let her tell you herself."

Dad took a look at the three of us liars, before going to the house. I couldn't really say he was mad, but he didn't exactly look happy either.

I sent another text to Dawn, telling her to bring the paperwork for two more individuals. It looked like I was going to be telling my parents I was fucking a wolf to get pregnant. I wondered what Dad was going to think when he found out Mom fucked a werewolf. I'd hoped to keep that little detail a secret.

"Did you clean up my mother, Conor? I hope you didn't leave a huge mess for my dad to find?"

"No, I cleaned her up pretty good. She liked that almost as much as she liked the sex."

"Well, Dad, and I suppose Mom, by now, knows you aren't married to Brigitte. He's got lots of questions. We're going to need to tell them. Dawn will be bringing more paperwork."

"Do you think they'll be okay with it?"

"Since my mom just fucked a werewolf, I hope so."

******

They were both gone quite a while. So long, we decided to go swimming again as the morning got hotter. At 12:20, Mom came down in a bathrobe and told us she had lunch on the table. Conor and Brigitte headed up to the house, but I held Mom's arm, holding her back.

"Did you have fun?" I asked.

She looked at Conor's retreating naked body, then turned to me and said, "I've always enjoyed sex with your father. He's an excellent lover, don't get me wrong, but sex with Conor was like, Zowie, on a whole other level. I have never had sex like that before."

"How are you and Dad doing?" I asked.

"My greatest worry is that afterward, he might not want to have sex with me again, that I might be tainted by sex with another man. I was scared, no matter how much we'd talked it over ahead of time. It was some kind of strange when he came to the bedroom after I'd been with another man in our bed, and he saw how well fucked I'd been, but he wanted to have sex with me right away, so that worry quickly disappeared. I told him how much I loved him, and told him he really needed to try having sex with Brigitte. If it was anything like sex with Conor, he'd love it."

"Knowing how much you enjoyed sex with Conor, does it worry you a little he'll enjoy it as much as you did."

"Perhaps I would have felt that way at one time, and if you were staying here in Wisconsin, perhaps I would, but not now. I know you're going and won't be a regular part of our life, so this was just a little exercise in freedom. I'm even curious what it would be like having sex with Brigitte. You did say you enjoyed that as much as sex with Conor."

"She does magical things with her tongue."

"Yet she's not a lesbian?"

"Not really, no. She was mated to a male. Dad told you Brigitte and Conor aren't married, right?"

"He did. I'm curious to know why you felt you had to lie about that little item, but he said you can't talk about it yet. We have to sign some paperwork. Fine, I can wait."