Dickins Family Fun

Warnings: Despite the name, this story does not contain any incest. There is a pretty fair amount of fucking the in-laws. In this chapter, a male character discusses being bi-curious. This chapter is mostly setup for future chapters and is light on sex.

This story is copyright 2018 by TheElderWyrm and 2025 by NaughteeDragon. I am the author in both cases. All characters are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Names of places or things are covered under fair usage.

All characters engaging in sexual acts or behaviors are at least 18 years of age.

A/N: A huge thank you to Fatdog25 for his beta and editing work.

This story is set in the early to mid-2000's, before the first iPhone, before50 Shades of Greybrought BDSM into the general zeitgeist, and before polyamory was a broadly understood concept.

Dickins Family FunChapter 2- Surprise ConfessionsBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 2- Surprise ConfessionsBy NaughteeDragon

Bill sat back against the front of his wife's recliner as she draped a bare leg over his shoulder. "Does life get any better than this?" she asked. Bill had to wonder the same thing himself. It was five o'clock on a Sunday evening, he hadn't even been out of bed for an hour, neither of them was properly dressed, and he had a bowl of steaming hot sesame chicken in his hand.

"It could," he replied as she pointed the remote at the stereo and started the Matchbox 20 CD. "The music could be a little harder."

"Sorry, honey, you're disturbed enough without making me listen to 'Down with the Sickness' for the umpteenth time."

Bill shrugged, he had tried. He turned his head and kissed her knee. "Actually, it could be better. We could have just fulfilled your ultimate fantasy, and then spent the evening sitting around in our underwear and eating Chinese food." After a raucous party at his twin brothers' house the night before, he and his wife had spent the day in bed discussing fantasies and sharing sexual secrets they had both been too embarrassed to share in six years of marriage.

"Tell me," she said in a quiet voice. "Who were you imagining in front of me when you were burying my face in the pillow? Was it Iris?" Bill knew he was blushing, because Jane giggled and ran her finger over his ear.

"I thought this was about your fantasy, not mine," he said evasively.

"We'll get to it. I just want to know if I was right." Bill had learned long ago that nothing made his wife happier than being right. The fact that he hated being wrong had made the early years of their relationship a little volatile. He had learned to allay that particular failing in the interest of a happy domestic life.

"Tell you the truth, it didn't really matter," Bill replied. "I guess I was imagining it was Iris, but only because it was the only frame of reference I had. Then you moaned out her name, and she worked as well as anyone else." He quickly changed tracks. "You're not upset about it, are you?"

"No." Then he felt her lips and tongue on his ear. He closed his eyes and groaned contentedly.

"You're avoiding my question," he said without opening his eyes.

"You really want to know?" she asked. Bill said that he did. "I actually gave you a clue in the bedroom." Bill stopped and thought back over the day's activities.

"Before or after you started moaning Iris's name?"

"After."

"Before or after we fell asleep?"

"Before."

Bill thought carefully, remembering what he'd done to her. He remembered using the replica dildo on her while she sucked his cock. "You...want some fantasy girl to wear a strapon so you can have me in both ends." Bill shook his head. "Wait. I'm overthinking this. You want a threesome of your own. Anybody in particular?"

She leaned forward and put her arms around his chest and ran her fingers through his patch of 'man fur', as she called it. "I'll file your first idea away for another time, that's an intriguing idea." She took a deep breath, he figured she was either steeling her nerves or warning him. "What I want is to be sandwiched between you and James," she murmured as she kissed his neck.

Bill's jaw dropped open, and he almost dropped his fork. "How long have you wanted to sleep with James?" he heard himself ask. 'Stupid,' Bill berated himself. That wasn't the question he was supposed to ask; now it looked as though he had a double standard. "That wasn't what I meant ―"

"No," Jane shushed him with a kiss and ensured his silence by placing a finger on his lips. "It may not have been what you meant, but it was what you wanted to ask. Even if you won't admit it." She took his bowl from him and set it down. She slid out of the chair and into his lap. She kissed him, not sensually, but in a way that communicated that she loved him.

"I've never wanted to be with James in the way that I am with you; but I will admit that I've always been just a tiny bit curious. I spent a year and a half listening to Rose and Iris ask me why you and not James. They used to talk about him, try to get information from me, see if I could get them a date. Even my sophomore year, after Jenny moved in, they kept after me, wondering what it was about you. I never had any doubts, though; you were always the one for me."

She nestled down against his chest. "Once I discovered the joys of being with you, I occasionally wondered how James would stack up," she kissed him again, "but never enough to find out." She kissed him yet again, this time it was wet and involved her nails grazing lightly over his back. "Besides, you have no idea how badly I want to tell Iris that I was right all along."

Bill could feel his apprehension draining away. Physically, he knew how he stacked up against James; that wasn't really a concern. "So, it's just a sex thing?" She murmured a yes into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her.

He could do this for her. Her fantasies deserved gratification as much as his did. If having James's dick in her... mouth... would make her happy, he could do that for her, once, maybe twice. That was assuming she could get it in her mouth. If she wanted to do other things, that was a different kind of concern.

"Do you want to talk to him or do you want me to?" he asked.

"Really?" she said, sitting up to look him in the eyes, searching his face and eyes for some trace of doubt.

"If being with James once will make you happy, then I can do that. What's good for the goose, and all that." That was a saying that was very prominent in their relationship, 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander.' There were other variations as well, 'tit for tat' was his favorite; simply because he thought it was funny when Jane said 'tit'. He knew it was juvenile, but it was still funny.

"You talk to him, but first, I'll have to talk to Jenny." She answered Bill's curious look with a kiss on his nose. "Property rights and all."

"Property rights?"

"Yes, honey, didn't you know?" Her eyes went wide with false innocence. "There's a tattoo on your prick that says 'Property of Jane Dickins.' It's been there since we were married."

Bill tried to shift around and get her off his lap. He wouldn't put it past his wife to do something weird like that; women were strange creatures, married women doubly so.

"Sit still, silly. You wouldn't be able to see it anyway, unless you can give yourself a blow job." She laughed and wrapped her legs around him as she trailed several wet kisses over his neck.

He reached around her and pulled the back of her nightgown free so he could run his hands over the smooth skin of her ass. God Almighty, she was wet; and hotter than the desert clay in July. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her and stroked his fingers over her curly hair. He guided her down on the floor and stretched out next to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, stretching the words.

"Shh," he whispered in her ear. He ran his hand down over her stomach, then back up under her nightgown. She spread her legs a little to give him access. He ran his hand over her, pressing against her nub with his palm as his finger opened her slit.

"Imagine," he said in a low voice, "lying in bed. You hear my voice talking to you; then you feel my hand roving over your naked body." His hand slid up her body, groping and lightly scratching. "Then you feel my other hand." He reached inside her gown and lightly tweaked her nipple with the hand that was half buried under him.

"I'm groping you and kissing you, giving you pleasant little sensations all over. Then you feel another hand, a man's hand, caressing your leg. It comes up higher, and is joined by a fourth hand. One of the extra hands cups your pussy, and a finger slides inside you." Bill slid a finger into her, pushing it all the way up to the last knuckle. She let out a deep, satisfied moan. He pressed his thumb to her clit and began to massage it.

"He's obsessed with your pussy," Bill continued as he nibbled on her earlobe. "He's never seen one as beautiful. Your dark lips enchant him. He asks you to play with yourself while you suck my cock." He pushed her hands down and used one hand to direct how he wanted her to do it. He told her to keep at it, then he got up and ran to the bedroom.

When he came back, he perched next to her head, his cock full but not erect. He took hold of his cock and brushed it over her lips. She opened and sucked softly on just the head of his cock while she gently played with herself. Taking her dildo in his hand, he reached down between her legs.

"He tells you how good you look and how much he wants to feel you." Ron rubbed the silicone head against her labia. "'Can I put my cock in you?' he asks as he rubs around your opening."

"Please, James," his wife moaned, the sound vibrating through his cock. Bill thought that he would need something much thicker than her dildo to give her that experience, but he wasn't going to spoil the surprise for her, assuming it happened.

He slid the dildo into her, using short back-and-forth strokes to lubricate the toy as it filled her. When it was all the way in, he leaned over and nuzzled his face between the hands she had been rubbing herself with. When she moved them, he flicked his tongue over her clit.

He continued to weave a story of images and sensations, occasionally changing positions. When Bill had finished his tale, she had writhed and moaned her way through a few small, soft orgasms. He'd wanted to give her a big finish, but she said she couldn't take another one like earlier, she was too sore and sensitive.

When he finished, she fell on his cock with her mouth like she would die if she didn't suck it dry. When he was just about to blow, she rolled over on her back and squeezed her breasts together. "Here," she said breathlessly.

Bill thought he might actually cum before he could get on top of her. He loved this position, the feeling of her soft tits squeezing around his cock, the sight of her pulling on her nipples as he slid back and forth, the amazing wetness of her tongue on his head with every forward stroke. She didn't have a lot of cleavage, but he slid himself into what she offered. It didn't take long, less than a couple of dozen strokes until the chocolate-colored skin of her throat and upper chest were splattered with his thick white cream.

After she had used her mouth to make sure she had milked him dry, she 'let' him pull her up off the floor; which is to say that she had held out her hands and expected him to help her up. He led her to a nice hot shower, where nothing happened because they were both so exhausted that they could barely stand.

Later that evening, the two of them were sitting at the dining room table. Each was looking over notes for work the next day when Bill looked up, "Honey?"

"Yes?" she replied without looking up.

"If we do this... with someone else..." He felt awkward talking about it now, because of his discomfort with what he needed to ask. "You know I want to see you, you know... with... another woman... doing... stuff." She put down her pen and looked up at him. Her eyes were full of laughter and a smirk played about her lips.

"Yes, I know."

"Are you going to want... me and James... to... you know... do... stuff?" He knew he was blushing, the fact that she looked like she was about to go into paroxysms of laughter wasn't helping. She swallowed and arranged her face in a serious expression.

"You know how I am, dear, tit for tat; literally, in this case." He felt her foot caress the back of his calf as she went back to her work. He picked up his own pen and went back to reading his notes. He had been pretty sure of the answer before he even asked, but he still had to ask. He could always hope she wouldn't.

"No," she said out of the blue

"What?" Bill asked, looking up.

"No, you don't have to do anything with James."

"Why the sudden change, if you don't mind my asking." He breathed a mental sigh of relief. He and James had never done anything like that in the more than twenty years they had been friends; they'd never even spit-roasted a girl. He wasn't sure James wouldn't punch him for even suggesting something like that. He sure as hell didn't want to.

"It's selfish on my part, but you'll get over it. If you don't do anything with James, then you both have to focus all your attention on me." Bill could live with that answer. That was a fair trade. "Bonus is that I don't have to share you with her, whoever she ends up being."

"So, you get to have two partners- twice, and I can't even have two once?"

Jane shrugged, and then moved her fist near her mouth and her tongue against her cheek in a simulation of oral sex. "Point," Bill admitted. "So, when are you going to talk to Jenny?"

"Probably next weekend. You have to understand how awkward this is going to be. Jenny and I don't talk about sex; it's just too... bizarre. And it's not like I can just walk up to her and say, 'hey, you mind if I invite your husband over for a night of wild sex?" Bill agreed with her on that point. He would wait for her to make the next move.

****** Jane *****

Jane flitted around the living room, making sure that everything was ready for her guest. She was still running through her mental checklist when the doorbell rang, almost causing her to drop the bottle of wine she was holding. She took a deep, steadying breath and castigated herself; she and Jenny frequently got together when Bill, James, or both were out of town, so she shouldn't be this nervous.

She and Jenny had bonded very quickly after Bill brought her home to meet the family. His little sister was the baby of the Dickins family and the only girl in a family with seven kids. Seeing all the family had made Jane's heart ache for the loss of her sisters, while Jenny had always wanted a sister.

Jenny had been a sports kind of girl, active in soccer, women's basketball, and softball. The girls had spent hours talking about soccer, since Jane had been something of a hooligan in her level of fandom. In time, they had discovered a great many other things in common and a close friendship had developed between them.

When Jenny had been kidnapped her sophomore year in an attempt to force James to be part of throwing an important game, Jane had taken it personally. She had started running her own investigation, despite police instructions to stay away from the case. While she hadn't uncovered anything the police hadn't also uncovered, she had been able to keep the family much more informed than the police had. It had also been the impetus that pushed Jane into criminal law instead of family law when she entered law school.

Jane straightened her blouse and smoothed the front of her skirt. "Jenny!" Jane said when she opened the door. Her sister-in-law smiled and handed her a platter. "Ooh, brownies."

"Mom's chocolate peanut butter recipe," Jenny said in a tone that seemed to be tempting Jane.

Jane uncovered the platter and tasted one. The small bite she took threatened to send her floating in heavenly bliss; chocolate was such a rare treat for her that it always had a very strong effect on her. "What did you add? Margo's aren't this rich."

"I used two kinds of chocolate." Jane thought she could kiss Jenny, of course, that would not be the best idea given the effect that the chocolate and the wine were likely to have on her. She put the brownies on the coffee table and poured a glass of wine for her and Jenny. The two women began to chat about what had been going on in their lives in the two weeks since they'd last had a chance to visit.

"How's work going?" Jenny asked as she leaned back, kicked off her sandals, and propped her feet up on the coffee table.

"Troubling," Jane replied as she toyed with her glass. "I've got this case I'm prosecuting and it's very difficult."

"Worried you won't get the conviction?"

"No, conviction is going to be the easy part; there's a ton of evidence. Presenting the arguments without inviting a host of quiet laughter and embarrassment has been the hard part."

"Oh?" Jenny's voice conveyed interest.

"It's the Menandiz case." The case had received a lot of media attention. The accused was the spoiled only son of a very wealthy family with power in both the US and Mexico. He was a genuine sadist with bizarre sexual appetites. The case was bound to go down in history beside names like Dahmer, Bundy, and Gacy.

"You have my attention," Jenny said as she leaned forward. "Just curious, why are you leading the prosecution and not the DA?"

Jane took a deep breath. "Johnson is getting ready to run for Attorney General, so he didn't want to be tied down to something that is going to take this much time. He also thought it was good optics to have a woman standing up for the victims and taking down the monster. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to take the chance of a loss marring his record going into the elections. The case is so outlandish that some people think we won't get the win."

Jane took a drink of her wine so that she could decide if she wanted to speculate with somebody outside the office. "I also think there's some kind of political maneuvering going on behind the scenes. Maricopa County has the most visible cases, but L.A. County has the most victims. I'm pretty sure there was some thought that we could start to bleed the money and time from the family so that they will be more willing to deal when this gets to L.A. His legal team is good. I think they wanted someone they could intimidate in the courtroom and L.A. wants to see the defense strategy in action."

"Boy, are they in for a nasty surprise," Jenny said with a smile. "Anybody who thinks they can intimidate you doesn't know what they are up against."

Jane blushed as she thanked Jenny for the compliment. There were times she felt as powerful as Jenny said she was. There were also times she felt like a girl running from her past. If she was as strong as Jenny thought she was, shouldn't she go back to England and face down her parents and their outmoded beliefs? She put the thought away for another day.

Jane took a deep breath. "The worst part of it is that I had to go through all of the evidence: stacks of photographs, hundreds of pages of journals, and recounted stories. Then there were the books he was reading. It never ceases to amaze me how much effort people put into studying sexual behavior."

"Did you finally find something that you wouldn't read?" Jenny teased her.

"No, I read some of it. I wish I had stuck to the evidence and stayed out of his head. There are some really deviant people trying some seriously twisted sexual practices out there." Jane noticed that Jenny seemed to be hanging onto her every word.

"What kind of stuff did you find?"

"A lot of stuff on body part fetishes, spankings, voyeurism, bondage, group sex; most of the usual stuff, that wasn't so bad. He had whole bookshelves on the psychology of domination, submission, hypnosis, and mind-control through various manipulations. Some of it was quite disturbing." Having been brought up in a strict and sheltered environment, she was taught that all sex was bad except that the woman must submit to her husband. It was her duty. She was not supposed to take pleasure from it. Fortunately, she had found a man who did want her to take pleasure in it.