While we were both squirming in our chairs, I brought up the subject of Sylvia, “Your secretary, Sylvia, is a very attractive woman. How did you wrangle getting her? All the other secretaries around seem to be ready for retirement.”
Dad took a sip off his second scotch and smiled. “She is beautiful, isn’t she? All my colleagues are jealous.” He smiled again and took another sip. “She a year out of college and she’s very competent. Quick mind. She keeps me heading in the right direction.” His eyes seemed to drift off as he absent-mindedly swirled the remaining scotch in his glass.
I don’t know why I told him of Mom’s concerns about him having an affair with Sylvia. I guess I just thought we were bonding or I just needed to fill the dead air when he seemed to drift away. That brought him back. He scoffed at the idea and said, “Sylvia is beautiful and smart and my colleagues all think the same thing, but your mother is still the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” I wanted to say it, but I just thought it, ‘She is to me too.’ I just nodded.
I suggested that he should invite Mom to his office for lunch one day and she could meet Sylvia and then have a discussion between the two of them over lunch. Mom had already pegged Sylvia as some gorgeous young thing. Her imagination was maybe taking her someplace that wasn’t true. I couldn’t tell if Dad was telling the truth or not about his relationship with Sylvia. I assumed Mom would be better at seeing the truth. It seemed that wives could always tell.
The waiter came by to ask Dad if he wanted another drink and he declined. He paid the bill and we went back to work.
At home that night, dinner conversation centered around what the twins and Mom had done to entertain themselves on the twin’s first day of freedom. They had spent the day shopping at every mall in the area. It sounded exhausting to me. Dad had always paid attention to the interests of his kids and he paid rapt attention to the twins as they excitedly listed off the things they had bought with Daddy’s extravagant graduation gifts. They both still called him Daddy, in cooing little girl voices, when they wanted something. Otherwise it was ‘Dad’. They never called Mom, Mommy anymore. Mom just smiled at the twin’s excitement.
I laid there in my bed, after all the lights were out and everyone was in bed. I could hear Dad snoring through their closed door. He could really ‘saw some wood’. I was trying to stay awake to see if Mom would appear. I’d had several erections but I hadn’t jacked off all day and I was ready.
In spite of my efforts, I drifted off and was startled awake by a warm pressure on my dick. I pulled back the covers and in the gloom of the apparently repaired streetlight out front, I could see blonde curls spread across my lap as one of the twin’s heads bobbed up and down on my cock. I let out a groan and pushed my hips up for more. The resulting gag told me that it was June because Julie could deep throat my cock. Her face appeared as she pulled back and off my cock to clear her throat. She kissed my glans and then moved up the bed and kissed me while her hand started jerking me off. Then she whispered, “We need your help downstairs. Can you come? Right now?” She kissed me again and increased the tempo of her hand. I groaned again and she released my cock and said, “Sorry. Don’t cum. We need that too.”