Married for the Weekend

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Oh yeah,” Roger said with a leering grin.

  “Hush, Roger,” Pastel said. “Please continue, Jennifer.”

  “He offered to sleep on the floor, but I told him that was silly. So we both went to sleep in the same bed.”

  “We started off on opposite sides, but in the middle of the night I woke up to find us pressed together.”

  Roger guffawed, but Pastel shushed him with a stern look.

  “We were spooning, with him lying against my back. As I drifted to consciousness, I realized his erection was pressing against my butt.”

  “Oh my,” Pastel said.

  “It was weird at first, him being my stepfather and all. But I realized he may not have been with a woman in a while, so I didn’t complain or move away.”

  I could really feel my dad staring at me now, but I refused to look at him.

  “And then I decided to, well, try something.”

  “Try something?” Pastel asked.

  “Yeah. I reached behind and felt him with my hand.”

  More murmurs came from the group.

  “I knew he was my stepdad, but at that moment, I didn’t care. So I started rubbing him.”

  “You masturbated your stepfather?” Pastel asked.

  “I just wanted to make him feel good. And it seemed like it was working. He didn’t wake up right away, but it was obvious he enjoyed it.”

  “I kept going, and just as he was about to come, I pulled my hand away. He spurted into his underwear and woke up, but I pretended like I was asleep.”

  “He never found out it was you?” Pastel asked.

  “No, not yet.”

  “And you’ve never told Danny about this?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “I was afraid he’d get mad.”

  Pastel turned her attention to my dad.

  “Are you mad, Danny?”

  Finally, I turned to look at my father. He was staring at me with his jaw clenched, and his eyes like daggers.

  “Danny?” Pastel repeated. “Are you angry?”

  “No,” he said, his eyes not leaving mine. I was in trouble.

  “Thank you for sharing that, Jennifer,” Pastel said. “It was very brave. Your turn, Danny. Do you have a secret to share?”

  My dad stared at me for a long moment, then said, “Yes.”

  Pastel smiled. “Excellent. Please begin.”

  “I cheated on my wife.”

  I stared at my dad with wide eyes. He met my gaze and held it.

  “It happened last year. I was in San Francisco, trying to get a contract for a housing development. She was a waitress at the hotel restaurant, and we hit it off. When she asked if she could come up to my room, I said yes.”

  I was feeling a mixture of emotions. First, I was relieved that this had happened after Mom died, so he wasn’t really cheating. And I was also a little surprised that he hadn’t told me about it, since I’d been bugging him for a while that he had to meet someone new. I also knew he was pissed at me for not only jerking him off in the middle of the night, but also lying about it and making him feel guilty. So he was using this to get even.

  But I realized that I had to act like a shocked wife in front of everyone here, so I opened my mouth and gave him a surprised look.

  “It was during a time when Jennifer and I had hit a rough patch,” he continued, “and I was feeling lonely.”

  A few of the guys nodded in sympathy, but the women frowned. I guess it was a fear for all of them, since their husbands all traveled extensively as part of their business.

  “Was this a one-time thing?” I asked.

  “No. It lasted about three months. Each time I’d fly into town, we’d get together.”

  I frowned, playing my part. “Is it over now?”

  “Yes. She went off to college.”

  I stared at him in real surprise. “College? How old was she?”

  “Eighteen.”

  My eyes went wide in shock. I no longer had to act. It felt like the world was spinning around me. My dad had screwed a teenager?

  “Eighteen?” I said.

  “Yes.” His eyes met mine, almost daring me to get upset.

  I took a deep breath. “Why so young?”

  “She was very pretty.”

  “But you’re thirty-six. That’s half your age.”

  “She didn’t seem to mind. And besides, how much older was your stepfather than you that night you… touched him?”

  I swallowed. He had me there. “Sixteen years older.”

  His eyes met mine again. “Not much difference between sixteen and eighteen.”

  I sighed, and realized that everyone was staring at us. I had to get back into character.

  “So it’s over with her?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Are you looking for someone else?”

  “No. You and I have become closer recently. I don’t want anyone else.”

  My heart skipped a beat. I knew he was acting, but just hearing him say that made me catch my breath.

  I nodded. “Okay.”

  Pastel spoke up. “Thank you for sharing that, Danny. I know it must’ve been difficult. Could you do me a favor before we move on?”

  He gave her a curious look. “What favor?”

  She smiled softly. “I’m sure your wife needs to hear you say you love her. Could you do that for me?”

  “She knows I love her.”

  “I’m sure she does. But sometimes it’s nice to hear it. Please?”

  He turned back to me. After a pause, he said, “I love you, Jennifer.”

  I smiled. “I love you too.”

  Pastel clapped her hands together. “Perfect. This is working out better than I’d hoped. Let’s move on.”

  We continued around the group, but I was in too much of a daze to really pay attention, and just caught fragments. Maggie admitted she might want to have sex with a woman, and her husband Aaron admitted he lusted after her sister. Stacy told a story about sleeping with their best man a month before their wedding, and Brett admitted he once spied on his parents having sex. Rachel said she also fantasized sometimes about being with another woman, and Roger told the story about how his first cousin had given him oral sex in his uncle’s barn when she was fifteen and he was thirteen.

  When we were done, we were all pretty much emotionally exhausted, and Pastel was very happy. She thanked us all, and told us we were the best group she’d ever had with that exercise, and was looking forward to our next session this evening.

  “Get some drinks,” she announced, “and then we’ll head back to the lodge for lunch.

  Chapter 13

  Dad and I were closer to the group walking back down the trail, so we didn’t get a chance to speak privately. But I could tell by the way he was looking at me, that we had a lot to discuss when we got back to the room.

  We arrived back at the lodge at eleven-thirty, and Pastel told us we could go back to our rooms and freshen up before lunch.

  As soon as our door closed, Dad turned to me. “Was that true what you said?”

  “About what?”

  “You know about what. What happened last night.”

  I grimaced. “I’m sorry. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the moment.”

  “I’m your father.”

  “It was basically the same thing I did to you last night when Pastel was here.”

  He shook his head. “No, it wasn’t the same. I was awake when you were doing that. And I didn’t… you know.”

  “Come?”

  “Yes, come.” He glared at me. “And then you let me feel guilty, like it was my fault.”

  “I’m sorry. I was scared you’d be mad.”

  “I am mad. What if I’d done that to you while you were sleeping?”

  I thought about it, and my pussy twitched at the idea. “I don’t know.”

  “Of course you know. You’d be just as upset as I am.”

  I knew that
wasn’t true, but I couldn’t admit it. “Maybe.”

  He shook his head. “You’re my daughter. Remember that.”

  “What about you? Was that true about you and that girl in San Francisco?”

  He put his hands on his hips. “Yes.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because it’s none of your business.”

  “But I’ve been bugging you about finding someone. You could’ve told me without going into specifics.”

  He shook his head. “It wasn’t serious between us. It was just a fling.”

  “Was she really that young?”

  He deflated slightly. “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I told you why.”

  “But there are plenty of pretty women who are older. Why do you want to screw a teenager?”

  “It just happened.”

  “What did she look like?”

  He shrugged. “I told you, she was pretty.”

  “I mean specifically. Was she thin or curvy? Tall or short? What color hair did she have?”

  “She was just a pretty girl. Nice body, a little short.”

  “Why are you being vague?”

  “I’m not being vague. She was a pretty girl. What more do you need to know?”

  “What about hair?”

  “What about it?”

  “How long was it?”

  “Past her shoulders.”

  “What color?”

  “Why do you want to know that?”

  “I’m just curious.”

  “It was red.”

  “Red? Like Mom’s?”

  “Yes, like your mother’s.”

  I stared at him, wanting to accuse him of trying to replace her, but realized that would only hurt him, and I didn’t want to do that.

  “What was her name?”

  He shook his head again. “No way. None of your business. The last thing I need is you contacting her.”

  “I don’t want to contact her. Just tell me her first name.”

  He sighed. “Her name was Alana. Now can we drop this?”

  I nodded. “Fine.”

  His hands went back to his hips. “Did you really screw that cop?”

  I gave him a weak smile. “Yes.”

  He shook his head. “Holy shit. If I’d known that, I would’ve kicked his ass instead of thanking him for bringing you home.”

  “Yeah, and you would’ve ended up in jail for it.”

  “Me? He’s the one fucking a sixteen-year-old.”

  “Dad, what we shared was sweet. Don’t make it something crude.”

  He regarded me for a moment. “Fine. But I think it’s best we don’t discuss this anymore. I’m still your Dad, and the thought of him doing that to you really pisses me off.”

  I grinned. “Do you feel the same way about your Math teacher? I mean, she was fucking a seventeen-year-old.”

  “That’s different.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m a guy.”

  I giggled. “Dad, don’t be a Neanderthal. That’s a double standard.”

  “Maybe it is, but it’s the truth. When a teenage guy bags an older woman, it’s something to be proud of. But when an older guy messes around with a teenage girl, he’s taking advantage of her.”

  I continued to grin. “That’s bullshit.”

  He folded his arms. “No, it’s reality.”

  “Does that mean you took advantage of Alana?”

  He frowned. “No. That was different.”

  “How was it different?”

  “It just was.”

  “She was eighteen. Just two years older than I was.”

  Anger flashed in his eyes. “I wasn’t taking advantage of her!”

  My voice was soft. “Dad, I never said you were. But don’t you think I could’ve had the same thing she had with you?”

  His shoulders visibly slumped, and he took a deep breath. “I guess.”

  I smiled. “Thank you.”

  “This morning has given me a headache. I’m going to take a quick shower before lunch.”

  “Hurry up. I want to take one too.”

  He paused, and for a moment I thought he was going to ask me to join him. But instead he said, “You go first.”

  “No, you go. I still have to unpack a few things.”

  He went into the bathroom, and as the water came on, all I could think about was his naked body under the hot spray, and how I wished I was in there with him.

  Chapter 14

  Lunch was delicious, and afterwards, Pastel got up and spoke again, blathering on about barriers. It was really getting tiresome, but I had to admit her sessions were interesting. They’d certainly gotten rid of a few barriers between my dad and me. I found myself looking forward to the next one, which was scheduled for eight o’clock tonight.

  The afternoon was free time, so Dad and I hooked up with the Sawyers for a few games of doubles tennis. After that, Dad and Kyle played a few games while Olivia and I sat in the shade of a large umbrella and enjoyed some cold lemonade.

  We talked about mundane things, like how her kids were doing in school, or where we planned on vacationing this summer. Halfway through, there was a lull in the conversation, and I decided to spice up the discussion a little.

  “Olivia?”

  “Yes?” she replied, as she watched her husband run back and forth on the court, returning my dad’s shots.

  “Last night, after Pastel left our room, Danny and I got in a little tiff.”

  She turned her attention towards me, looking concerned. “Nothing serious, I hope.”

  “No, nothing like that. Just something small. But I decided I had to get away from him for a few minutes, and I went for a walk.”

  She nodded, distracted again. “It was a nice night for that. Warm and mild.”

  “Yes, it was. I had a very enjoyable walk.”

  She gave me a smile. “That’s nice. Did it help?”

  “Oh yeah. But the time I got back to the room, Danny apologized and we were fine.”

  She nodded. “I’m glad. You two make a nice couple. I was sorry to hear about that San Francisco thing.”

  I waved my hand. “Water under the bridge. We talked about it, and we’ve decided to put it behind us.”

  “That’s probably for the best. I mean, if it’s over.”

  “It’s over. But what I really wanted to talk to you about, was the walk I took last night.”

  She gave me a curious look. “Your walk? What about it?”

  “It was very interesting.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, I walked by the ballfield, and then around the pond…”

  Suddenly, her eyes became focused. “You walked around the pond?”

  “Yes. There’s a cute little picnic pavilion back there.” I smiled.

  She stared at me, and I knew I had her undivided attention. She didn’t speak for a long moment.

  “Picnic pavilion?”

  “Yes. Very small. Just room enough for two picnic tables. I mean, it was late, but the moon was full, so I got a very good view of it.”

  She continued to stare at me. “You did?”

  “Yes, an excellent view. It was quite lovely.”

  “How much did you see?”

  “All of it. Start to finish.”

  She exhaled a soft moan. “All of it?”

  “Yes. I thought it was very romantic.”

  She seemed to think for a moment. “You sure you’re not just making this up? After hearing what I said this morning?”

  I smiled, recalling the events of the previous night.

  “Let’s see. You think Roger’s a jerk, you think your husband’s interested in me, it seems like you really enjoy giving head, and then he fucked you as you sat on the end of the table.”

  I grinned as she stared at me in shock.

  “You really did watch us,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, I did. And one more thing – it’s quite obvious you two lov
e each other very much.”

  She smiled. “Yeah, we do.”

  “I just thought that after your admission this morning, you’d want to know about me watching.”

  She nodded. “God, that’s so hot.”

  “You’re not upset?”

  “Not at all. When Kyle’s done, I’m going to drag him back to our room and fuck his brains out.”

  I giggled. “If you want, you can imagine me hiding under the bed.”

  She smiled. “I think I might.”

  Dad and Kyle finished their game a few minutes later, and came over to the table. Before Kyle could sit, Olivia stood.

  “Honey,” she said, “could we go back to the room?”

  His brow furrowed. “What’s the hurry?”

  “There’s something we need to talk about.”

  “What?”

  She gave him a frustrated look. “Can we just go?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  After they hurried off, Dad saw me grinning and said, “What was that about?”

  “She’s horny. They’re going back to their room to screw.”

  He stared after them. “How do you know that?”

  “She told me.”

  “She told you she was horny?”

  “Well, it was kind of my fault.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “Now this I have to hear.”

  I told him the entire story, from peeping on Kyle and Olivia last night, to letting her know about it just now. When I was done, he sat back in his chair.

  “You certainly are a busy girl.”

  I giggled. “Woman.”

  “Oh yeah, that’s right. You’re a woman now.”

  “Not just any woman. Your wife.”

  He grinned. “For the weekend.”

  I smiled. “I like that. Wife for the weekend. This is kind of fun.”

  “Yeah, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

  “What do you think Pastel has planned for this evening?”

  “Hard to say with her. She’s a bit nutty.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, but her intentions seem to be good.”

  “I guess. But just so we’re clear, you’re not touching my dick anymore.”

  “Dad, don’t be so dramatic.”

  “Asking your daughter not to touch your dick isn’t dramatic.”

  “Maybe Pastel will touch it for you. She doesn’t have a partner.”

  “There’s a good reason for that. She’s a fruit loop.”