Married for the Weekend

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  I began to rub him through his pants, and soon he was completely hard. Using my fingertips, I traced the outline of his shaft, trying to get a feel for its size. It was a lot more difficult than I thought it’d be.

  But finally, I came to the conclusion it wasn’t Dad. There just wasn’t enough cock there. But now I was curious who it was, and continued to feel around, searching for clues.

  “Okay,” Pastel said, her voice floating in the darkness, “time’s up for this round. Ladies, if you think your husband is standing in front of you, please raise your hand.”

  I kept my hand down.

  “Very good. Now, I’m going to randomly move the men. You may get a new one, you may not.”

  Once again, there were the soft sounds of people shifting around in front of me, then a few minutes later, Pastel said, “Okay, they’ve been repositioned. Same rules as before. Go.”

  I reached up again, and this time the material was a little rougher, so I knew it was a different guy. But was it Dad?

  Moving my hand directly to his crotch, I pressed it firmly against his cock. The woman before me must’ve done the same thing, because he was already fully erect, his dick hard and rigid under the cloth.

  I felt along his length, from his balls to the head. He seemed a little bigger, but I couldn’t be sure.

  “Ladies,” Pastel said, “it’s obvious you’re all using the same strategy, so I’m going to change the rules a bit. If you’d like, you can undo his pants to get a better feel for things. But it’s up to you.”

  I didn’t hesitate. This guy wasn’t wearing a belt, and my fingers moved to the clasp of his pants, undoing it before tugging down the zipper. Then I slid the fingers of both hands into the elastic waistband of his underwear, and pulled it down in front.

  When I felt again, his cock was now free, sticking out and upward in a rigid curve. I wrapped my hand around the base of the shaft, and immediately knew this wasn’t my Dad. There just wasn’t enough girth.

  But Pastel hadn’t called time yet, so I continued to explore, hefting his balls and teasing my fingers over the swollen head. I’d just coaxed a drop of his slick pre-cum from the slitted hole, when Pastel spoke.

  “Time’s up. That’s the end of this round. Ladies, once again use a show of hands to let me know if you think the man in front of you is your husband.”

  I kept my hand down.

  “Very good. Give me a moment to reshuffle.”

  I decided I liked this game.

  A minute later, Pastel said, “Okay, we’re ready to start round three. Go.”

  I reached out, and immediately encountered an erect cock. Gripping it around its base, its heavy thickness was quickly apparent. Using my other hand, I felt up along the shaft to the swollen head, which was smooth.

  I smiled knowing I’d found my Dad. I’d never encountered a cock this large, so it had to be his. I decided to take advantage of the situation.

  Cupping his balls, I gently rolled them together as I stroked his shaft. Like I did in our overnight encounter, I rolled my thumb over the sensitive spot below the hole, and was soon rewarded with a dribble of his pre-cum, which I smeared around on his skin.

  “Time’s up,” Pastel announced, much too soon for my liking. “Okay, who thinks they have their husband in front of them?”

  I raised my hand.

  “Very good,” she said. “You’ve all raised your hand.”

  I smiled.

  “But we’re not done yet,” she continued, “so keep those masks on. One more step to go. I noticed a few of you having fun with your husband’s cocks, so I’m going to give you an extra minute to have some more fun. And this time, you’re allowed to use your mouths too. And guys, keep those hands behind your back.”

  I grinned.

  “Ready? Go.”

  I wasted no time in grabbing Dad’s cock again and angling it downward. Leaning forward, I tentatively licked out, searching for the tip. When I found it, the salty taste of his pre-ejaculate filled my senses.

  I groaned low in my throat as I slid my lips around the engorged head, fluttering my tongue over the hole. I couldn’t believe I’d actually done it – I had my father’s cock in my mouth. And what was even better was that he was allowing me to do it.

  I began to slowly bob my head, sliding my lips tightly up and down his rigid shaft. At the same time I rolled his balls together, wanting to give him as much pleasure as possible.

  “Time’s up,” Pastel announced. “You all can finish this back in your rooms. Keep the masks on for another moment.”

  I reluctantly slid my mouth from my father’s cock, then once again heard movement in front of me, this time accompanied by the sounds of zippers being pulled up.

  After a minute, Pastel said, “Okay, you can take the masks off now.”

  I removed my mask, and blinked for a moment from the lights of the room. When my eyes focused, I could see the guys sitting back on their beanbags. They were all smiling except my father.

  I didn’t care. He could be as mad as he wanted, but he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed my mouth on him. I’d felt him harden further from my touch.

  “Did you enjoy that?” Pastel asked.

  We all nodded, except for Dad.

  “You all did great. I’m so proud of you. This has been a successful weekend so far. We have one more session tomorrow morning, and then our closing lunch. I’m really looking forward to it, and I hope you are too. Thank you. See you in the morning at breakfast.”

  Chapter 18

  Dad was silent as we walked up to our room, and once inside, he seemed reluctant to talk about what’d just happened between us. I realized he must’ve been feeling guilty about enjoying my mouth on him, so I decided to give him time to cool down, and I switched on the television so he could watch the ballgame.

  He sat on the end of the bed watching the game, while I lay back on my side, reading my magazine. But after about a half hour, he moved up to sit beside me. I looked up at him curiously.

  “I just wanted to thank you,” he said.

  I smiled. “For what, specifically?”

  “For showing restraint when I couldn’t.”

  My brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

  “Downstairs, during the session. I shouldn’t have done what I did, but you stopped us from going further.”

  I was even more confused. “What do you mean, you shouldn’t have done what you did?”

  “You know. Getting hard from you touching me.”

  I smiled. “Dad, you were hard before you even got to me.”

  “That’s true, but I should’ve known that I’d be placed in front of you eventually.”

  “You’re a guy. Guys get hard when women touch their cocks. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

  “I know, but I just wanted you to know I appreciate what you did.”

  I smiled. “You do?”

  “Of course. Like I said, you were able to show restraint when I couldn’t.”

  I looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”

  “When Pastel told the wives they could use their mouths. You did the right thing and refrained from doing that.”

  Now I was really perplexed. “Refrained?”

  “Yes. I realize that we have to put up the appearance of being married, but that would’ve been taking it too far. I would’ve felt so guilty if you’d put your mouth on me.”

  I stared at him, trying to hide my shock. Oh my god. If he was telling the truth – and I was sure that he was – then it wasn’t his cock I’d sucked earlier.

  Holy shit.

  He took my hand in his and placed the other over it. “Thank you.”

  I felt the earth spinning around me, and replied, “No problem.”

  “Also,” he said, “I wanted to apologize for that other thing.”

  “What other thing?”

  “Staring at you when you were changing your underwear. It’s just that… you remind me so much of Jennifer, sometimes
I see her when I look at you. But it was wrong of me to do that, so I apologize.”

  I gave him a half smile. “It’s okay. I was checking you out too.”

  He smiled and shook his head. “You’re bad.”

  “In my defense, you do have a great ass.”

  Another smile. “Stop it.”

  I paused for a moment, then said, “I want you to know this weekend is hard for me. I mean, with Pastel’s sessions, there’s so much sexual tension in the air, and unlike the other wives, I don’t have a husband to drag back to the room and screw. It’s frustrating sometimes.”

  He nodded. “I understand. I’m going through the same thing. I find myself wishing that Jennifer was really here with me.”

  “Dad, she’s not coming back.”

  “I know. But knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.”

  I placed my other hand over his. “Dad?”

  “Yeah, honey?”

  “Last night, when you thought I was sleeping. Did you enjoy that?”

  He shook his head. “I didn’t know it was you.”

  “That’s not what I asked. Did you enjoy it?”

  “Of course I did, but if I’d known it was you, I wouldn’t have let it happen.”

  “Do you hate me for doing it?”

  “No, of course not.”

  “So you still love me?”

  “Honey, I’ll always love you. You know that.”

  “I do know that. And that’s my point. That did happen between us, and we’re still okay, aren’t we?”

  “Yes, but–”

  “No buts. I touched you and made you come, and you still love me. Even though I knew it was you all along.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying our love for each other will survive this weekend, no matter what happens between us.”

  He smiled softly. “I guess that’s true.”

  I met his gaze. “I’ll do that for you again. With my hand, I mean.”

  He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

  “I just want to make you feel good, that’s all. When we get back home, we’ll forget it ever happened.”

  “I know, honey. But I’m your father.”

  “No, for this weekend, you’re my husband.”

  He smiled again. “That’s an act for others.”

  I let out a sigh. “This is so frustrating.”

  “I know. It’ll be over tomorrow, and then we can go back to our normal lives.” He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. I had to resist the urge to wrap my arms around him and pull him down on top of me.

  When he pulled back, he said, “I’m going to get ready for bed.” Then he got up and went into the bathroom, leaving me lying there in frustration. So close, but yet so far.

  Chapter 19

  After he was done in the bathroom, I took my turn and got washed, intentionally not bringing my sleeping shirt in with me. If he was going to leave me frustrated, I intended on doing the same to him.

  When I left the bathroom, he was lying back on the bed under the covers, watching the game. I went to my dresser and began removing my clothes, stripping down to my bra and panties. Then I reached back and unhooked my bra, letting it slide from my shoulders, revealing my breasts.

  I noticed Dad take a look at me, but when he saw me watching, his eyes moved back to the television. I took my time pulling out my nightshirt and putting it on, giving him plenty of opportunity to get an eyeful before I pulled the shirt down, covering myself.

  Moving to the bed, I lifted the covers and crawled in from my side, then moved over to lie beside him, pressing against his side and resting my head on his shoulder. He moved his arm around me, letting his hand rest on my hip through the covers.

  He had on his boxers and a T-shirt, and he must’ve put on fresh cologne because he smelled wonderful. I rested my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through the cloth.

  “You have a good imagination,” he said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “At the session tonight, when Pastel asked about the last time we made love.”

  I grinned against him. “Well, I had to say something. I knew you weren’t going to speak up.”

  He chuckled. “That’s true. But you painted a vivid picture. You reminded me of things I did with…” His voice trailed off.

  “With Mom?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he replied.

  I rubbed my hand in a small circle on his chest. “I could make up some more make-believe stuff we’ve done.”

  “Like what?”

  I thought for a moment. “Like the time we screwed at Grandma’s house in the room you grew up in. Or when we snuck into the public pool at midnight and went skinny dipping, then made love on the diving board.”

  He chuckled again. “You should stop. I’m frustrated enough as it is.”

  “You don’t have to be,” I said softly, and moved my hand lower onto his stomach.

  He placed his hand over mine, stopping me. “I’m sorry, Ashley, but no.”

  I smiled again. “I gave it a shot. Goodnight, Dad.”

  “Goodnight, Ashley. Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I snuggled into him, and let myself drift off as he continued to watch the game.

  I was having an amazing dream. In it, my story had come to life and Dad and I were lying in his childhood bedroom, on his little twin bed. Star Wars wallpaper covered the walls, and models of dinosaurs were everywhere.. We were lying on our sides facing each other, kissing. His hand was curled around the swell of my asscheek and delving between my legs from behind. His finger was gliding up and down the slit of my pussy through the thin cotton of my panties. I had my hand down his boxers, gripping the hardness of his erection.

  The image seemed to dissolve in my mind as I floated up to consciousness. It took me a moment to get my bearings, but I realized I was in the dimly-lit room of the resort, lying against my father as I had when I fell asleep.

  It was still dark outside, but the sky was tinged with that faint glow it got just before dawn. I listened for my father’s breathing, making sure he was asleep.

  But the deep respiration of sleep wasn’t there, and I realized he was awake.

  “Dad?” I whispered. “You awake?”

  After a moment, he said, “Yeah.”

  “I had a weird dream.”

  “What about?”

  “You were there, and we were…” My voice trailed off. He felt so warm and comforting against me.

  “Go to sleep, baby. It’s still early.”

  Like when I’d fallen asleep, his hand was still on my hip, but now the covers were now pushed down off of us. My nightshirt had shifted up around my stomach while I slept, and now his hand rested mostly on my skin, with just the narrow strip of cotton at the side of my panties blocking us from being in complete contact.

  My pussy was swollen and slick, and I could feel the wetness of my arousal in the crotch of the panties. A memory of how he touched me in the dream returned, and my pussy twitched at the thought. It seemed so real, and I could almost feel his fingers on me, rubbing at my sensitive skin through the soaked cloth.

  Then the idea hit me like a thunderbolt, and I felt the room spin around me. No, it wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t have.

  But I had to know for sure.

  “Dad?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “The dream seemed so real.”

  “Sometimes dreams do.”

  “It was almost like it was really happening.”

  “Just go to sleep. You’ll forget all about it in the morning.”

  But I was nowhere near sleepy by now. “Dad?”

  “Yeah?”

  I paused. “Were you touching me?”

  He breathed, but remained silent.

  “Dad?”

  “You should go back to sleep, honey.”

  “You were touching me, weren’t you?”

  More silence.

 
“Dad, talk to me.”

  He sighed. “I just wanted to make you feel good. Like you did for me. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “It felt amazing.”

  “I hoped you wouldn’t find out.”

  “I dreamt we were in your old bed, and you were touching me. I loved it.”

  “Then I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

  “I want more.”

  “Baby, no.”

  “Please. You can’t leave me like this. I need it.”

  He was quiet for a long moment, then said, “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Just this once, right?”

  “Yes, just this once.”

  His hand shifted, sliding off my hip and moving over the curve of my ass. His fingers followed the groove between my cheeks, pressing against the stretched tight crotch of my panties.

  “Oooh,” I breathed, and shifted my hips, rotating my ass up to give him more room.

  His fingertips found the indentation of my slit through the thin cotton, and traced lightly over the furrow. A shiver of pleasure rippled through me.

  “Yesss,” I hissed against the warm skin of his chest.

  His touch became firmer at the top of my slit, moving his fingers in circles over my plump flesh, causing my clit to slide slickly in its folds.

  “Oh god,” I groaned, and shifted my hips again, trying to press myself against his touch.

  “Your skin’s so hot,” he said softly. “Does this feel good?”

  “Ohh, so good. Don’t stop.”

  He continued to move his fingers in a small circle, pressing into my sensitive flesh. I needed more.

  “I need you to touch me,” I whispered. “On my skin.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded. “Please.”

  He deftly pulled the crotch to the side, and I felt the cool air of the room on my wet skin for a moment, but then his fingers returned, now grazing over my bare flesh.

  “Yesss,” I groaned.

  His fingertip found the soft groove between my smooth lips, and pressed inside. My inner fluids immediately coated him, making our contact slick as he found my clit.

  “Uhhh,” I breathed. “Oh god.”