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.

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 5- Three's CompanyBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 5- Three's CompanyBy NaughteeDragon

"Iris, where are you taking me?" Jane asked in a nervous tone. The two women had been spending a lot of time together since Iris had mentioned her pending divorce. Bill was busy, the team had gone on a winning streak down the stretch, and they went into the conference tournament on a high note. An upset win put them in position to go to the regional tournament that started in a week. For the first time, Bill would be involved in the coveted March Madness. It was also the first trip as head coach for his boss. Needless to say, Jane hadn't seen much of him in the last couple of weeks.

"Trust me, dear, this is where we're going to find that finishing touch." Iris pulled into a parking lot and stopped outside a shop called 'Miss Madelaine's Magical Toy Box'. Jane looked at her friend, then at the front of the shop. In the windows were undergarments: some lacy, some leather, and some that looked to be made of candy. Another window display had several t-shirts, one said, "Big Johnson Shotguns: Goes Deeper into the Bush and Always Shoots Twice." Another said, "Co-Ed Naked Quiditch- We Ain't Just Polishing Broomsticks," and showed a pair of crossed broomsticks. A corner of her mind wondered if the misspelling was a misguided attempt to avoid copyright issues.

"I-" Jane heard the stammer in her voice and felt herself blush. "I can't go in there." Iris opened her car door. "What if... I see somebody I know?"

"Then you'll both have all kinds of gossip on each other. Come on, dear." Iris smiled and got out of the car.

Jane got out, tugged on her blouse, and straightened her coat. She wanted to present the most upstanding image she could, on the off chance that she saw somebody she knew. "Whatever you do," Iris whispered to her, "don't tell the counter girl you've never been in a place like this before." Jane started to say something, but Iris led her through the door and dragged her over to a rack of novelty underwear.

"Let's find something for Bill to wear tonight," Iris said with a wicked smile. Jane reached forward tentatively and picked up a box. On the front was a picture of a nearly naked man with a six-pack of abs and a sculpted chest. The most striking thing about him, though, was the underwear he was wearing. It looked like an elephant's head, and it didn't take a great deal of imagination to realize what was inside the trunk. Jane couldn't help herself, she giggled.

Iris looked over to see what she was looking at and laughed. Jane then found a faux alligator skin thong she thought would look good on Bill and was considering it when Iris tapped her shoulder.

"How about these?" Jane looked over to see a box labeled 'Dickinsom's Edibles - Chocolate Cake Flavored Edible Undies for Men'. She gasped. She couldn't, they couldn't, that box didn't say... "What's the matter, Jane?"

"I, I thought that box said Dickins for a second." Jane breathed a tremendous sigh of relief and Iris chuckled in a way that led Jane to believe her friend knew something she didn't. The box was opened, inside was a black satin men's thong that said 'Happy Birthday,' in hot pink letters.

"This will be perfect," Iris said. "It's in terribly bad taste, but it should taste pretty good. Their 'Cherry Pie' was good."

"Their what?"

"Cherry Pie." Iris reached into the next rack over and pulled out another box. "See?" On the box was a woman wearing a G-string that looked like a slice of cherry pie. Iris laughed as Jane blushed. "Let's wander around a bit."

Iris was like a kid in a candy store, picking up toys and holding up pieces of lingerie. Jane, on the other hand, couldn't take two steps without seeing something new that made her blush. She thought that she and Bill were becoming kind of adventurous, but didn't think she would ever need something called a 'full body suspension harness.' She had read about several of these things while prepping the Menandiz case, but had never seen them, except in evidence photos. Iris led her over to a shelf of phallic-shaped devices. "So, dear, show me what I'm in for tonight."

Jane scanned over the shelf and picked up one of the mid-range to longer models. It felt very comfortable in her hand, even strangely familiar. She hefted it a couple of times and wrapped both hands around it. "A lot like that." She handed it over.

"Wow," was all Iris said before handing it back. She stopped and looked at the end. "And they call this 'The Little Brother'." Jane choked and looked at the bottom. There, plain as day, was the label. She put it back, not wanting to think about what 'The Big Brother' would be like. They walked over to the counter to make their final purchases.

"Hey, Iris, how's it going?" asked the girl at the counter.

"Fine." Jane was glad it was warm outside because icy would have been a mild way to describe Iris's tone. The girl rang the rest of the sale up without a word, except to give the total and make change. Jane picked up an interesting-looking book called 'Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns,' but as soon as she read the description, she put it back and paid for Bill's new underwear. The girl at the counter gave her a humoring smile as she accepted her money and soon the women were on their way.

"What was that all about?" Jane asked.

"Last time I saw her, she was wiping Sean off her lips. Cow." Iris took a deep breath. "Let's go get a bite to eat and find some unsuspecting college kid to take Bill his present."

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Bill was packing up and getting ready to go home when a student he didn't recognize knocked on his door. The young man handed him a package and left. "Well, what have we got here?" Bill asked the empty room, assuming it was from his wife. He flipped the package over and opened the delivery card. On the card was a loopy script he did not recognize. Written in purple ink were the words, "Change into these before you get home. Trust me."

Bill was feeling charitable and trusting as he opened the package. After all, why shouldn't he be in a good mood? He would turn twenty-eight this weekend and his team was going to the regional playoffs. The girls had all sung him "Happy Birthday" at practice and his boss even promised not to bother him until Sunday. All in all, it was a good party and he was in very high spirits. Inside the package was a bit of black cloth with hot pink letters that said 'Happy Birthday.' He held it up. "What the hell?"

"It looks like a thong," answered Maureen, one of the team's best shooting guards. Bill stuffed the offending bit of cloth into his pocket and tried to stammer an explanation, but Maureen just laughed at him. She pulled a five-dollar bill out of her purse. "Can I slip this in your waistband, Coach?" she teased him. Bill put a hand to his face to cover his embarrassment. "The girls in the locker room ought to get a kick out of this." Bill looked up in horror, only to see that she was already sprinting back to the team changing area.

He was going to have words his wife, or whoever it was that had sent that to him. At least, he hoped it was his wife as he slipped into the bathroom stall and pulled on the very small piece of cloth. Having the thin strip of fabric running up his crack took a bit of getting used to, but he liked the way that he filled out the front well enough. If Jane hadn't sent it to him, he hoped she'd appreciate the gift anyway.

When he walked through the front door of the house, there was no fanfare, his wife did not greet him with a kiss, and no one was there to shout 'surprise'. He was a little disappointed. His birthday was his favorite day of the year, his mother had always treated birthdays with great enthusiasm.

"Hello?" he called, but there was no answer. He walked in, draped his jacket over the back of the chair, and dropped his briefcase on the table. "Anyone home?" There was no response. He was starting to get a little concerned; Jane hadn't been at work today and he hadn't heard from her at all. He almost tripped over something on the floor.

He looked down and saw a single high heel. Looking across the room, a line of clothes drew a path to his bedroom door at the top of the stairs. He kicked off his shoe and left it next to Jane's. Next to the couch was the other shoe. Draped over his recliner was a stocking; and a second hung from the banister leading up to the bedroom. On the stairs, he found her skirt, next to which he dropped his trousers. A scarf lay in the hall; he dropped his tie on top of it. Finally, her blouse lay in a heap in front of the bedroom door, so he removed his shirt.

Standing there in only his newly acquired undergarment, he pushed the door open. It was pitch dark within. Suddenly the light came on with a shout of "Surprise!"

Bill moved immediately to cover himself. Jane laughed; it was only her. "Don't be so modest, dear," she said. "Nice knickers. Where did you get them?"

"You mean they aren't from you?"

"Oh, come now, dear; black satin with hot pink lettering? I think I have better taste than that." She smiled at him. "I must say, they look very impressive on you." She smirked up at him. "The pink really sets off your hair." She tugged at a hair sticking out over the top. His jaw dropped.

He finally noticed what she was wearing, or almost wearing as it were. She was adorned with several veils of colored silk. Around her waist she wore a gold chain, over which several scarves had been draped to cover her essentials, but left her legs and hips naked. Around her chest, a single scarf "covered" her breasts, but the material was hardly thick or dense enough to do that. All it succeeded in doing was deepening her cleavage and giving her erect nipples something to push against. Behind her, swaths of sheer fabric hung from the ceiling and had been draped over their bed to make it look like a pavilion tent.

His eyes fell back onto her and drank her in. She smiled coyly and shook her hips, causing several small bells to jingle. The gold and brightly colored scarves contrasted sharply with her dark skin. She wore heavy eye makeup that made her look exotic, like something out of an Egyptian tomb painting. "Do you like it?"

"Honey, I'm going to need a thousand and one nights to do everything I want to do to you." He reached for her, but she spun away from him and bells on her ankles jingled. As she turned, she pulled a long scarf from the back of the ensemble, leaving only a single, wide scarf covering her derriere. He whistled in appreciation. He realized Middle-eastern style music was playing quietly. She danced around behind him and pulled the scarf over his eyes.

He could see through it, but now the entire room was a lavender hue, and his vision was slightly obscured. She guided him with the ends she held in her hands until he was seated in a wooden chair with arms. He realized it was one of the extra chairs from the dining set, the ones that normally were kept in the guest room. She tied the scarf in place and rolled across his lap. "Ah-ah," she chided him when he tried to stand up.

She continued to dance around in front of him. He had seen belly dancers at music festivals, but never in his bedroom. She pulled another scarf loose, this one from the front. She had a few others there, so he still couldn't see anything, but her movements were flamboyant and came very close to exposing her secrets. She trailed the scarf across her chest and then across his. She left it draped over his shoulder as she ran a single finger across his body.

With the third veil, she placed one end in his mouth. She dropped into a supine position with her knees bent and her lower legs folded out to the side, causing the scarf to pull away smoothly. She arched into a bridge with her barely covered crotch facing him and her tits pointing at the ceiling. She stood smoothly and then spun, causing the two scarves in front to flare out, offering glimpses of the secrets that were hidden beneath. She retrieved the scarf from his mouth and wrapped it around his right arm, loosely binding him to the chair.

The removal of the next one left her covered only by three of the veils - one in front, one in back, and one on top. He was marveling at his view of her until she wrapped the veil that she had just removed around his eyes. It was harder to see now, though not impossible.

She guided his left hand to the knot that bound the veil around her chest. When he loosened it, she spun out of it and then shimmied in front of him. He smiled and reached out to fondle her. She chided him again and loosely bound his left arm to the chair he was sitting in. He played along with her now, straining against the bindings but not enough to pull free.

She teased him as well, sliding her bare chest across his back and shoulders while blowing on his neck. She moved around in front of him, her hips moving, then stopping, then moving again in patterns that seemed to connect to his very erect cock like a snake charmer and a cobra.

She placed the ends of the veil covering her backside in his restrained hands. She sashayed away from him, her hips moving in outrageously exaggerated, fluid movements. When it pulled free of the chain, she took it from him and wrapped it around his eyes as well. He could barely see now, but he could still make out the shape of her body as she flowed, spun, and shook before him.

She settled herself lightly on his lap and ground against him. He strained against the fabric that was restraining him, but she moved away. Not able to see very well, he began to focus on his other senses. The smell of her in the air was spicy and musky. The sound of her continuously tinkling bells was hypnotic. His nerve endings were alive from every tantalizing touch she brushed over him.

He could see her in silhouette now as she danced before him. He could see her raising something in front of herself, and he could only assume it was the final veil. She spun toward him and before he could even protest, she had wrapped it around his eyes and robbed him of the last of his sight. She teased him mercilessly now. Light touches drifted over his skin and feather-light kisses touched his cheeks, ears, neck, and shoulders.

She slid onto his lap with her back to him, he could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric covering his hard cock. The firm cheeks of her ass rested lightly on his thighs. She cooed as she rubbed against him for a few seconds. He could feel her moisture dampening the cloth.

She pushed herself away from him and then climbed back into the chair. This time, she was facing him. She kissed her way up the side of his face, then kept going until her nipple brushed against his lips. He eagerly opened his mouth and swirled his tongue about her hardened nub. His tongue began to warm with a strawberry flavor he recognized as one of her favorite lubricating gels. The other nipple tasted like blueberries and chilled his tongue.

"I'm going to untie you," she whispered in his ear. "Follow the sound of my bells." As much as he wanted to grab her and take her right there in the chair, he could not deny her the pleasure of displaying her new skill for him. It also explained why she had been out late every night for the last two weeks. He was glad that he had held his tongue about it.

He heard the tinkle of her bells a few feet away. He stood up slowly, careful not to fall over in his disoriented and highly aroused state. He wasn't the most coordinated of people, even in the best of circumstances. He could smell her scent in the air as he shuffled forward. She blew on his chest just as he was about to bump into her. He stopped and stood very still, then there was a thump near his feet. "This doesn't look very comfortable. Let me help you with that."

Her mouth closed over the material his erection was straining against. He could feel her mouth moving, although she wasn't moving up and down on it. It was more like she was sucking his cock through the material. The material was getting damp and warm from her mouth. Then he felt her tongue directly on him. "What do you know?" she said. "They do work, it does taste like birthday cake."

There was a draft that he could feel now that the bit of material didn't cover him. He felt her finger on his lips, and sucked it in. What he ended up with was a bit of damp cloth. Sure enough, it tasted like chocolate birthday cake. He'd have to remember those.

He heard the creak of their mattress and assumed she had climbed up on the bed. He heard the tinklingof bells and felt his way forward through the fabric curtains. He crawled across the bed, listening carefully to the sounds she was making to lead him on. When his head bumped against her, he stopped. "Turn over and lie down," she whispered in his ear after running her tongue over it for several seconds. He shivered, and complied with her wishes.

"What are you doing?" he asked when he heard the tinkling of bells.

"Taking off the waist chain."

"Don't." He felt her hand take his and settle it against her stomach. She slid it down until it caught on the chain with its dozens of little charms.

"Is that what you want?"

"Almost," he replied, and let his hand trail lower to run over the warmth that he could not see. She let out a pleasant moan. He felt the bed shift and her knees settled on either side of his head. His senses were assaulted by the strong scent of her, just above his nose. He inhaled deeply, and savored the sensation that he normally didn't pay that much attention to. Placing his fingers on the gold chain around her waist, he pulled her down onto his mouth.

Her taste was delectable and succulent as she ground against him. When his lips and tongue were coated with her taste, he shifted up just a bit and sucked her clit between his lips. Her pubic hair tickled his nose as she rocked against his mouth. "Oh yes," she called out, and ran her fingers around the back of his head. He still couldn't see, but he didn't need to. He ran his hands up her body and cupped her breasts in his hands. Her hard nipples poked into his palms before he adjusted slightly. She cooed and held his hands to her breasts as he pinched and pulled her nipples.

He jumped as something wet touched the head of his cock, then slid down it. He knew there was no way that it could be his wife, he had his hands on her tits, which were directly above his face. Then he felt the unmistakable pressure of breasts against his thighs. He brought his hands to his face and tore at the blindfolds. Once he had pulled all four of them away, he saw his wife looking down at him with a devilish smile. "Happy Birthday, honey."

The unknown cocksucker chose the exact moment he was going to respond to swallow more than half his length. His appreciation came out as a gurgle in the back of his throat. Jane put her hands over his eyes as she lifted up off of his face.

"Keep your eyes closed." She slithered down and stretched out crossways to him. The other woman crawled around to the side opposite her, but never released his cock. Bill groaned, she was talented, he had to give her that.