Teasing Raine Ch. 01

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.

All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

This story will span several chapters and will eventually involve wife swapping, cheating, and incest themes. Be warned.

I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance. If you want to be an editor, let me know.

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"It's raining," she said, her eyes scanning the dark sky as the few thin drops splattered around us.

"This? This ain't rain. It's not even a sprinkle." I looked around as the visible moisture moved on wind currents. The meteorological term for it is drizzle, but my dad had another name for it.

"It's wet, isn't it?" My granddaughter scowled at me. We were supposed to go hiking that afternoon, but with the weather acting up, it looked problematic at best.

"Wet isn't always bad," I said with a smirk. "I've had some of the best times of my life getting wet."

"I'll bet, you dirty old man, you." She giggled. "But this sucks. It wasn't supposed to rain today."

"I told you, this isn't a real rain. This is what my dad called a teasing rain."

"A teasing rain?"

"Yeah, it's falling water, but since it's so light, it makes you think it isn't raining, so you go on with your day. You end up getting soaked anyway, though. It's the real reason cars have interrupt settings on the windshield wipers."

"So, the rain teases you and goes 'psych.'"

"Exactly."

She laughed. I laughed. We could always hike another weekend. "Come on, Raine, help me put the gear up."

I've always said the good Lord knew what he was doing by not giving me a daughter to raise. I've never been able to look at a female without evaluating her figure, her appeal, her looks. Yeah, sure, maybe that is not the PC way to think in this "#metoo" don't-objectify-women type of society, but, hey, it's just how I'm wired. I'm just glad I didn't have to face the taboo of looking at my own daughter that way. I have two strapping sons, so I was spared that...sort of. I mean, they brought their girlfriends around, and I did look them over, and I did imagine them naked, but they were just girls. Not my flesh and blood.

Everything was just fine until my now-adult eldest son first introduced me to his last girlfriend and her young daughter. I did look over Laney, and she was fine, and I could imagine being behind her thrusting to beat the band, but that was only in my mind. I knew she wouldn't be interested in an old fart like me, and I couldn't do that to my son.

Over the years, she settled into the family, and I grew to love her like one of my children. Even if I caught myself peeking down her loose-fitting blouse or admiring her firm thighs when she wore those oh-so-tight shorts and bikinis, it was just an aesthetic appreciation. At least I told myself that. If she had given me even the slightest come-on, I probably would have dived between her thighs in a fast second.

As the years passed, Laney's daughter grew up. Raine was two when Laney and my son got together. After they got married and my first grandson was born, I begrudgingly accepted the moniker of Grampa, and Raine quickly settled into her role as my favorite granddaughter. I watched as she went through the precocious age, the helpful age, the rebellious age, and the moody age.

As a child, she loved when the "tickle monster" attacked, and she would wiggle and squeal on my lap until we were both tired. When she needed help with her schoolwork, she would call me. When her parent's finally let her date, she would ask me what to do about her boyfriends. That created a little tension between her and her parents, but they appreciated that she was getting advice from a family member even if it wasn't them. Though she was a teenager, she still loved the tickle monster attacks, and I was happy to provide them. It was never sexual, though.

When she was eighteen, she started asking me questions about me and my ex, her grandma, whom I divorced before Raine was born. I don't know what brought on the questions, but she seemed to know somethings that I didn't think anyone knew about the nature of my former marriage. It was like she was trying to make me uncomfortable and embarrassed. Well, I don't embarrass easily, so I answered her questions frankly, to see if she would get embarrassed. She didn't.

It became a contest of sorts. Each of us would try to say something outrageous to try to embarrass the other. I won one time when she was eighteen and I joked about her trying her boyfriend on for size, with a waggle of my eyebrows. That earned me a blush and a loud, plaintive "Grampa! Sheesh!"

A short time later, while we were driving, she responded to my victory by asking me if I ever had sex with two women before. She looked at me expectantly, to see if I would blush or stammer. I just turned to face her, looked her right in the eye, and said "several times." Her face did flush, but it didn't appear to be out of embarrassment. Her nipples popped in her blouse and her breathing deepened. She turned to look at the window and I settled back to savor my victory.

She came over to my house alone one time to pick up something for my son while I was getting ready for a date. I had just taken a shower and was only wearing my slacks with my belt hanging open as I had been on the way to the laundry to get my shirt. Now, I'm fifty-two years old, and to say I have a dad bod is being nice. I've long lost the ripped muscle tone and tight skin of youth, although I'm not a flabby sag-body. I get my share of attention if I do say so myself. I opened the door and invited her in, leaving her to close the door as I resumed my course to the laundry room.

Meanwhile, Raine, at eighteen, had a body that could almost be described as Rubenesque. While not "thick," she had curves in all the right places. According to Laney, Raine was wearing thirty-four H-cup bras, and she filled them nicely. She also had a perfect pear-shaped ass and muscular thighs earned through years of dance training. Couple that with her insistence on wearing short-shorts, loose halters with no bra, and distressed yoga pants and you have a picture of sex appeal. She almost never carried herself in a way that I was brought up believing was "lady-like."

"Where're you going, Grampa?" She nestled on the barstool, her arms squeezing her cleavage into the deep v-neck of her shirt.

"Got a hot date." I pulled my shirt from the dryer. Nothing like putting on dryer-fresh warm shirts right after getting out of the shower.

"Oh? New girlfriend?" She got that playful look in her eye, and I knew a round of try-to-embarrass-Grampa was starting.

"New? Hardly. Girlfriend? Well, she's a girl and she's a friend, so I guess so. Given that limited definition."

"Oh? Just a friend? Does that mean you won't be getting any?" Her lips curled into a sultry smile. Well, now, that caught me by surprise. She was taking it up a notch. I wasn't embarrassed, mind you. Just surprised.

"Oh, I figure if she wants some, I'll let her have a taste." I made a show of tucking my shirt into my pants, shoving my hand over my crotch several times more than needed to smooth the fabric. Her eyes followed my hand the whole time.

"Do I know her?"

I know she was asking if my date was someone I had talked about, or perhaps a woman that my family might be familiar with, but I felt like pushing back a little.

"Maybe. I think she was in your graduating class. That's okay, isn't it? If I date one of your friends?"

"Grampa!" She rolled her eyes. "That's gross!" Score one for Grampa.

"You know...that would make dating so much easier. You just set me up with your friends who have daddy issues!" It took every bit of resolve to not laugh at my joke.

She was laughing, too, but there was something else in her expression that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

#

When Raine finally got a steady boyfriend, she also got into trouble. My son found sexting pictures on her phone and, while she was a legal adult and within her right to do it, he didn't want her doing it under his roof. I had to back him up on this as I held him to the same standards when he was growing up. I also laughed, because when he was young and got into trouble, he always insisted he would be more lenient with his kids than I was with him.

Now, as a Grampa, I should have just let the embarrassing issue lie, but given the game we played, I looked forward to using this information to try to get a rise out of Raine the next time I saw her.

All three grandkids came over for one evening while my son and Laney had a date night. They could have stayed at home, but they wanted Grampa time, which meant the boys wanted my Xbox and Raine wanted to tease me.

"So, how's your modeling career going?" I asked while the boys were in the other room killing each other's avatars.

"What do you mean, 'modeling career'?"

"Well, I hear you have quite the portfolio on your cell phone." Surely that would get a blush out of her.

"Oh, that?" She waved her hand. "They were terrible. It's hard to make a selfie look really sexy." No score there as she volleyed nicely.

"Well, given your figure, I'm sure your boyfriend was more than satisfied." That should be a score.

"Oh, he's always satisfied," she retorted. Damn. She was playing hardball. "He just doesn't always satisfy."

That made me blink twice. I didn't have a ready response to that. Think, damn it. "Well, he's young. Perhaps he doesn't know how." Sloppy return. "He just needs more training."

"Well, I'm not teacher material," she said. "That's why I don't like dating guys my own age."

"You know, I don't like dating women my own age either, so I guess you come by that naturally. There's something to be said about dating someone older than you. They can teach you things that someone your own age could never know. Say, while we're on the topic, do you have any friends that want to learn a thing or two about their bodies? I'm accepting new students." Surely, that would get to her.

Instead, she just cocked her head to the side as if thinking about it. "No one comes to mind, but if any of them ask me, I'll be sure to mention your offer." She gave me that playful smile again.

Damn. She was getting good at this. I was going to have to up my game. Then she changed her tactic. "Grampa, do you ever miss Grandma?"

Where in the hell did that come from? That was twice in as many months she'd brought up her grandma, even though, as far as I knew, she'd never met her. "Why would I? We've been divorced for more than twenty years."

"Didn't you used to swing when you were with her?"

I snapped my mouth closed if only to avoid looking like a goldfish sucking air. It felt like I was in the twilight zone. In no way could I have expected this line of questioning. Even with our teasing, we had never really discussed the mechanics of sex before. "Where on Earth did you hear that?"

"I'm not at liberty to say. Is it true?"

I watched her face for any sign of joking. I didn't want to get that far into the story of my marriage with her. It's not that I was ashamed or embarrassed, but was Raine ready for that story? She had already gotten in trouble for sexting with her boyfriend, and I didn't want to cross a boundary that could risk getting her--or me for that matter--in trouble.

"Come on, Grampa," she whined. "You told me you would always answer me honestly."

She's right. I did say I would always be honest in my answers. I didn't care what she thought about my part in my lifestyle, but I didn't want to make her think ill of her grandma. Of course, I was making assumptions that she had formed any ideas about her grandma. Surely if Shelly had reached out to our sons, Junior would have told me. Since I don't do things I might regret, I have no secrets about me to keep, so I felt comfortable answering her questions truthfully, but I never said I would tell her everything. I was about to say that when my youngest grandson ran in tattling on his brother.

#

Once I had the boys settled, Raine had moved onto something else, and I dodged that bullet--for the moment. But thinking about that time brought back some interesting memories. My ex, Shelly, and I got married young, right after we conceived our eldest son. She was a cute ball of energy at five foot five and 110 pounds on an athletic 32C figure. She had beautiful auburn tresses that hung to her shoulders, but her sparkling blue eyes were what got everyone's attention. When she was turned on, she looked like sex personified. She also had this unique hand-shaped birthmark on her ass. One time, I smacked her there while we were fucking. She gasped when I did it and wiggled her ass back at me. When I smacked it again, she came quite suddenly and unexpectedly. It became a joke that I would high-five her ass during a good fuck.

While we were dating, we tested almost every sexual act that two people could do. The only things we wouldn't do was anything having to do with feces and urine--that was just unsanitary--and I would not touch a penis other than mine, nor allow a man to touch mine. Otherwise, it was open season. Shelly loved doggy style, anal play, and she was particularly talented with her mouth. For the first year, we had sex several times a day, even when she was on her cycle, and the entire time of both of her pregnancies right up until she delivered. In fact, when she was carrying Junior, her water broke just as she came while I was fucking her. The fluid washed the semen from her pussy.

During the second year, we expanded our activities to public sex. We had sex in the car, on a plane, at the amusement park, on the couch at her parents' house while they were sitting just a few feet away. That was a challenge since I couldn't move other than a slight tick of my hips while she flexed her Kegel muscles as I spooned behind her under a blanket. It took us more than thirty minutes for me to get off that way, but she had three sighing quiet orgasms during that time; her pussy gushing around my swollen cock buried deep inside her. Her mother even asked at one point if she were too tired to stay up, since it sounded like a yawn.

Year three was when we moved into the swinging scene. It was a gradual process, beginning with a trip to a porn theater. It was actually an old traditional cinema that had begun showing adult films when a new multiplex threatened to close it down. There were rarely many people there, and the clientèle was almost exclusively male. One trip there, another woman sat two rows down from us with a guy sitting next to her. She was no raving beauty, but she was cute enough. As the action on the movie started, I noticed her shoulders move in a steady rhythm, indicating that she was probably jacking her date off during the film. After a few moments, she bent down and began to suck him off, not at all worried about anyone else watching. There was a guy sitting down the row from the pair and, once he noticed what was going on, he moved to the vacant seat next to her.

I expected the guy with her would make a scene, but he was just sitting there, enjoying his blow job. When the new guy began touching her, she got up on her knees, presenting her skirt-covered ass. He wasted no time flipping her skirt up and baring her panty-less ass to the whole theater as he ran his hand all over it, dipping his fingers into the wetness between her ample cheeks. Soon, the action on the screen was forgotten as people in the theater began to cluster around the woman who was now noisily throat fucking herself on her man's cock, filling the room with slurpy auck auck sounds while the newcomer was jamming his fingers into her pussy.

After a few moments of this, the woman lifted her head and turned to the man behind her. "Fuck me, dammit."

The stranger only paused a moment when the girl's date shrugged. "You heard her, man. Get in there."

His hands frantically pulled at his belt and the fastener to his pants as he rushed to comply with the girl's command. He grabbed his cock and quickly slipped up to her upturned ass and slid home to her contented groan. "Oh! Yes! Give me that cock. Come on! Fuck me hard."

Once the man got into a rhythm, she resumed her frantic sucking. Suddenly, another arm reached in between the seats from the row in front and began to fondle her swinging breasts, now freed from her halter top.

My wife and I sat there watching. Neither one of us moved a muscle. We had both watched plenty of porn, but what was happening right in front of us was something else entirely. More men drew closer, enough so that it was becoming difficult to see everything that was going on.

After a moment, someone from the cluster groaned and the crowd parted enough to see. The woman had her man's cockhead in her lips and was sucking it like a straw as her hand jacked his shaft. His head was thrown back and he arched his back as he filled her mouth with his cum.

"Yum," she said after finishing cleaning him up. She reached back and stopped the guy fucking her and forced him into the next seat, where she straddled his hips and sat on his cock. It took them a moment to get a good position to support a rhythm, but once they did, she looked around at the group of men, some with their cocks in their hands.

"You," she said pointing to a younger looking guy with a skinny dick, "that looks perfect for my ass. You want it, handsome? You wanna fuck me in the ass?"

Skinny dick needed no further encouragement. He climbed over the row of seats and settled in behind her as she paused her bouncing on number two guy. Based on the fidgeting, it seemed to take skinny dick a moment or two to get in, but we could tell as soon as he did.

"Holy shit!" The girl cried out. "Yes! God that feels so good. I feel so full. Go slow at first. Let me get used to it." Skinny dick began thrusting, following her lead, but soon the three of them were making more noise than the movie.

A fourth guy slipped into the row between us and the orgy and offered her his cock, which she eagerly accepted into her mouth. I'd never seen a woman take three cocks at the same time before, and it blew my mind.

My wife and I sat and watched until the movie ended, and the house lights came up. As we got up, no one else moved. Those in the orgy kept going and those watching kept watching. Shelly grabbed my hand and pulled me away, dragging me out of the theater and into our car, where she immediately grabbed my zipper.

We fucked in the parking lot, we fucked on the shoulder of the highway to our house, and we fucked in our driveway. By the time we reached the bedroom, I had no more cum left, but my wife was still revved up.

"Grampa!"

I shook my head, bringing me back to the present. Raine was still on the couch looking at me expectantly.

#

"I'm sorry, I was...woolgathering." I know it was lame, but what else was I going to say? "Sorry, but I was remembering the first orgy I ever witnessed?"

"I asked you two questions and you were ignoring me."

"I'm sorry sweetie. I wasn't ignoring you. I was just lost in my thoughts."

"I asked you if we can stay over all weekend."

"Well, your mom and dad are expecting you home in the morning. But if they have no objections to it, I see no problem. It's not like I have plans."

"Not even with your 'girlfriend'?" She did those annoying air-quotes with her fingers as she drew out the syllables of the word.

"I don't have a 'girlfriend'." I mimicked her movements. "You know that."

"You know, I've always wondered about that. Why not?"

"Why not what?"

"Oh, come on, Grampa. You know what I mean. Why don't you have a girlfriend?"