The Prodigal
Twenty-one
“THE THING IS,” I said as the ten of us cuddled together in bed Wednesday afternoon, “when Melody marries Lissa, she’ll become Drew and Damon’s stepmom. So, Lexi would become the boys’ grandma, which they already call her. But if Lexi married Jack, she’d also be the boys’ stepmom which means that their other stepmom is their stepsister.” We all giggled as we tried to sort out the relationships.
“I don’t care,” Melody said. “Lissa agrees, Jack and Mom both deserve to be happy. It’s not disrespectful to Dad for Mom to find a man she can be happy with. It’s certainly not going to be bad for the boys. Right, sweetheart?”
I settled into bed and after loving Lissa and Melody, fell asleep between the two of them.
I woke with a familiar tingling in my groin. Lissa and I hadn’t been in this position since we came to Nebraska and feeling her rubbing her butt against my morning wood felt fantastic. My hips got into the rhythm and before long, her legs opened and I was guided easily into her warm depths. I reached around to find her lush, full… almost non-existent!… tits. My eyes flew open into a tangle of black hair.
“Oh yes,” she sighed. “So good.” I felt a hand on my balls making sure I was pulled all the way in and lifted my head to look into Lissa’s smiling eyes. As soon as she’d given me an air kiss, she went back to kissing Whitney.
I’ve made love to a lifetime worth of beautiful women. Allison, Beth, Bree… who could possibly ask for one more? Still, the first time I find myself joined with someone in this intimate act, I find that I want to remember every little detail. I want to know how she smells, what words she whispers, whether touching her nipples excites her or irritates her, how she grips me, how slippery she is… I don’t want to miss any of it. So, I lost myself in Whitney. I tasted her skin and inhaled the scent of her shampoo. I ran my hand down her chest and abdomen from her chin to her pussy. I knew Lissa was playing between her legs because every few seconds, she would stroke from behind my ball sack all the way across my balls and up my cock to where we were joined, pausing to tickle Whitney’s clit and then start over. I felt her vagina pulsing, clenching down and releasing over and over again. In rhythm with it, her butt cheeks were clenching against my stomach. I knew I wasn’t going to last all the way through her orgasm. I thrust in hard and was surprised when Whitney bounced up off of me, grabbed my cock and held the top against her slit as I shot all over Lissa.
“Sorry, sorry,” she gasped, still clenching her butt against me as she came down. “Oh god! I’m… uh… Catholic. Didn’t think you’d want to have little ones with me before you knock up Lissa and Melody. Next time we stay together. Just use a condom.” Holy shit! I’d almost gotten Whitney pregnant? My cock wasn’t getting the message that it wasn’t needed anymore. She shoved my cock back through her legs so it slapped against my stomach and pushed her butt against me. “Or put it back there. That’s what good Catholic girls do. No muss, no fuss. Everybody’s happy.” Yeah, well, I could be content with that.
“I’m sorry, Whitney. I didn’t know. Are you okay?”
“So okay, Tony. Thank you. Thank you, Lissa baby. Oh god! Thank you both so much. Thank all five of you and your girlfriends, too. Oh, thank you.”
Sadly, our visit to my parents was coming to an end. There were New Year’s Eve celebrations happening back in Seattle. The Oregon contingent was coming up when the Trips returned.
But my time was spoken for. This was my week with Wendy.
I took Wendy’s hand and led her to the bedroom when everyone else went down to breakfast. I kissed her soundly and she returned my kiss with passion, ready to forego breakfast for another roll on the big double mattress—even though we’d already stripped the sheets. We broke the kiss and I reached out to touch her tiger eye collar. Wendy’s eyes opened wide and she sank to her knees in front of me, placing her hands behind her back.
“Yes, master.” I hadn’t been certain the signal would be remembered. When we set it up, it was so Wendy could signal me that she needed her master. But I could use the signal as well to tell her I needed her to submit. I’d never used it before.
“Tiger, have you packed yet?”
“Nearly everything, master.”
“You are to retrieve anything you absolutely must have for the next week from your suitcase and give it to Kate. Your toothbrush, shampoo, medicine—anything you cannot possibly do without. I can’t think of any clothes that you can’t do without, but if there is something, give it to Kate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. She threw her arms around my thighs and hugged me tightly. “Oh, yes, Master. Yes.”
“I love you, Tiger.”
“I know, Master. Thank you.”
I left the room and found Kate. She kissed me and I looked into her eyes.
“Thank you for loving Wendy, Tony,” she whispered. “I could never be for her what you are. I feel so worthless sometimes.”
“Kate, you have a special relationship with Wendy. I could never be for her what you are. There’s no reason to feel worthless. Together, we’ll be right for her. That I can feel.”
At the airport, we all kissed and hugged. Kate was headed to San Francisco where she was to meet Clarice to disassemble her exhibit. Lissa, Melody, Rio, Whitney, Bree, and Allison had the boys corralled and were flying back to Seattle without us. I wondered if Nebraska could feel the vacuum we were leaving behind.
“Tiger, give your suitcase to Kate,” I said softly when we’d reached the gate. She looked a question at me, but went to Kate and gave up her suitcase. Kate handed her a backpack and kissed her long and softly. I could see them whispering together and then they hugged.
“Come with me,” I said softly. We turned and waved to everyone in their boarding area and Wendy followed me. We had a while to wait for our flight, but I didn’t want to sit in the boarding area for the Seattle flight and watch my other loves leave.
There’s no direct flight from Omaha to Palm Springs. I could tell Wendy was bursting with questions, but she was so excited to have left everything in my hands that she silently waited to be told when and where we were going. I even ordered dinner and a glass of wine for her during our layover at LAX.
Our last fifty-minute flight got us into Palm Springs at twenty after nine at night. At baggage claim, a limo driver held a sign that said “Ames.” He hauled my suitcase to the car and complained about the weight. Wendy snuggled up to me as the driver took us the twenty miles down to the Westin resort in Palm Desert. My folks have a timeshare in Hawaii and I talked them into letting me exchange it for a week in the Southern California desert. I’d had Penny handle making the rest of the arrangements. It had required talking to an actual travel agent who could figure out the airline connections.
When Wendy saw our condo, her mouth dropped open. Before she could close it, I touched her tiger eye. Wendy dropped to her knees in front of me with her hands clasped behind her back.
“Yes, Master. How may I serve you?” she asked.
For the first time, this was going to be fun. I had to do a little play-acting, but it was still going to be exactly what Wendy needed.
“Tiger, this is our room. When you are in this room, there is no need for you to wear clothes. In this room, you will wear only your collar and your ankle bracelet. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she said.
“Then you should stop kneeling and get undressed,” I said softly.
You couldn’t have lit a firecracker under her that would have made her move more quickly. Her clothes were off, folded and hung in the closet in seconds. She returned to her kneeling position in front of me.
“You are mine this week,” I said gently. “I am all you need. I will tell you when you need to open your backpack. I have your toothbrush with mine. Let’s go to bed.”
I swear, Wendy floated. She dropped her backpack, helped me undress and folded my clothes, and stood beside me at the eight-foot long marble sink in the bathroom. Her smile was so big when she approached the huge bed for just the two of us that it lit the room.
“What may I do for you, Master?” she asked as she crawled into the bed next to me.
“Tonight, Tiger, you may cuddle up next to me and hold me through the night as I hold you. Tonight, you may relax knowing that I love you and I am so happy to be here with you this week. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you more.”
She might have expected me to ravish her or order her to have sex. I love to make love to her, but my orders weren’t going to be about sex. She cuddled next to me in a feather soft bed and after nine hours of travel, we drifted off to sleep.
The alarm rang at six. I don’t think Wendy expected that. She opened her eyes sleepily next to me.
“What is Master’s will?” she asked.
“We have a full kitchen,” I said. “There is a coffee pot and I put our bag of coffee next to it. Please make us our morning coffee so we can start the day.”
Wendy went from half asleep to overdrive in one bounce out of bed. I watched that bounce. Just lying in bed watching her bare buns hopping across the room was a morning delight. The coffee was good, too. We sat in the bed and I kissed her between sips. Her hand crept over to stroke my cock to erection and I believe she thought that would mean sex. But when I finished my coffee I slid out of bed and headed for her pack. I pulled a T-shirt, panties, bib overalls, socks and work boots from her pack. I got the same type of clothes from my suitcase.
“Dress,” I said. She looked at the clothes.
“You want me to dress like Kate?” she asked as she began pulling on the panties and overalls.
“Well, Kate packed for you. She has good sense when it comes to choosing the right clothes for the job, so I’d trust what she selected. See? I’m in jeans, a T-shirt, and work boots, too.”
When we were dressed, I reached into the heavy suitcase and pulled out two tool belts and two hardhats. Wendy was bursting to ask me what was going on when I fastened the tool belt around her waist and equipped it with a hammer, tape measure, pencil, and a couple of odd tools I thought it was possible she might need. I equipped my own in the same way and then handed her a hardhat. We walked out the door looking like construction workers.
Our ride was waiting for us.
“Hi Tony, Wendy. I’m Art Linnet. It’s good to meet you. I’m glad you could come down to help over the holiday. Do you need anything?”
“How about a MacDonald’s drive-through on the way,” I suggested as I let Wendy sit in the back seat and I sat in front with Art. “We haven’t managed any groceries yet, so all we have in the condo is coffee.”
We ordered breakfast and I made sure Art got some for himself, too. We ate as he drove another twenty minutes out to the job site. All the time, Wendy was watching out the windows but not saying a word. Art parked and got out of the car at a construction site.
“We’ll catch up with you in just a minute,” I said as I got out of the car. Wendy joined me. I took her by the hand around to the front of the site. I pointed at the big “Habitat for Humanity” sign. “Tiger, on my special vacation with you, we are going to build a house for a homeless family.” It had taken me a long time to figure out what to do with Wendy. It was natural with the others, but I had to think about this.
Apparently, I got it right.
Wendy threw her arms around me and nearly crushed me with strength I didn’t know she had.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Tony,” she said. “I love you so much. Thank you!”
We walked over to the site and Art introduced us to Mark, the crew chief for siding. In five minutes, we were working. The desert is one of the few places Habitat builds during the winter months in North America. I don’t think I’d ever seen Wendy more active and alive. She interacted with everyone and before long she was given responsibility to organize a couple of people laying the floor in the kitchen. It turned out that she knew quite a bit about construction and she was naturally good at organizing things. I just went where I was told, held the siding boards close to level, and tried to drive nails without bending them.
When quitting time came, we hardly realized we’d been on the job site for ten hours. It was almost like painting.
“Tony, do you know how to get back to the Westin?” Art asked me.
“I think so. It’s a straight route.”
“Here. Take my car. Mark will give me a lift home and my daughter can bring me over to the site tomorrow. You can stop to get whatever groceries you need or go out to dinner.”
“Thanks, Art. I’ll take care of it.”
“Can’t hurt that old beater much. You two added a lot to our build today. See you tomorrow.”
Wendy was bubbling.
“Did you see the floor we did? The family is a single mom and three kids. Her husband was killed in Afghanistan. They’re going to have a home because we came to build. Oh, Tony, thank you! This is the most wonderful thing we ever could have done. Oh, thank you!”
When we got back to the condo, I took the groceries we got at Vons to the kitchen and turned to see Wendy finishing taking off her clothes. She hung them in the closet and came to help me remove mine.
“While I microwave our dinner, why don’t you get the tub filled, Tiger? I think we could both use a bath.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied. I couldn’t get over the difference between the take-charge woman who organized flooring a new home and the docile submissive girl who awaited my commands in the condo. It was as if being submissive at home freed her to take command when she went to work. I didn’t understand it, but my conversation with Sheila had confirmed that my plans were just what the doctor ordered.
We soaked away the soreness from a day’s hard labor. In half an hour, we were in bed and sound asleep.
My week with Wendy absolutely flew by. It wasn’t like all we did was work, either. On New Year’s Eve we went to a party at the home of one of our co-workers. We called our lovers back in Seattle and spent New Year’s Day lounging by the pool and slipping in and out of the hot tub.
I came out of the bathroom that night to find Wendy naked and kneeling beside the bed. I stood in front of her.
“Is there something you need, Tiger?” I asked.
“Master, you have not used your Tiger for your personal pleasure this week. Your Tiger would like to serve you.”
“My Tiger is a constant source of pleasure, sexual or not,” I said. “She pleases me. I would like you… er… my Tiger to surprise me with pleasure that we have not experienced together before now. Think what might bring us mutual pleasure and then come to bed, Tiger.”
That gave us a broad range of possibilities. Wendy was submissive and usually preferred that we use a missionary position with me dominant or she wanted me to take her from behind. We didn’t experiment much beyond that. Our sex together had not been adventurous.
That changed.
I lay down in bed waiting for her and after a minute or two she got up to join me. I started to reach for her, but she pushed me down onto my back. I looked up at her, a position I didn’t often see. She took my hands and held them above my head.
“You have let your Tiger out of her cage. Tonight, you are hers.”
I got a chill down my back when she said that. It proved to be for good reason. She kept me pinned to the bed for most of the night. She put my hands on the pillow above my head and after holding them for a few minutes, simply told me to leave them there. The Tiger was in charge. She bit and nibbled from my earlobe to my nipple, then started again from the other side. When I reached to put an arm around her, she threatened to get the tool belt to restrain me. This night, she wanted full control. The sensations flooding my body were out of control.
She nipped at every part of my body she could reach. She tongued my cock and made sure it was hard as a rock, but stopped short whenever she thought I might erupt. When I thought I could take no more, Wendy stood above me with a foot on either side of my body. She slowly squatted over me and placed my cock at her entrance. When she was positioned, she dropped down on me all the way to our pelvic bones. I hadn’t managed to move or fully comprehend what had happened when she started to orgasm. She gasped and pulsed around me. At last she pulled her legs up under her and began to lift up and down on my cock. She raked my chest with her nails and pounded down on me, driving me farther and farther up into her. I exploded into her depths.
It was intense. I’d lain passive while Wendy took me to places I’d never been. She’d truly shown me the Tiger.
We were back to work on Thursday and Friday and before we were ready, it was time to check out and fly back to Seattle.
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