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 chapter contains first time anal and mild D/s play.

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 9- Hotel ShenanigansBy NaughteeDragon

Dickins Family FunChapter 9- Hotel ShenanigansBy NaughteeDragon

Jane clutched the purse tightly as she entered the hotel. She had to walk slowly, and on her toes, because she had never developed the skill of walking in ridiculously tall heels like these. Being a little drunk didn't help either. Fortunately, her belly dancing classes had taught her how to undulate as she walked, which helped her keep her balance as long as she kept her hips and shoulders moving in opposite directions at the right time.

Somewhere behind her, someone wolf whistled. A look over her shoulder didn't reveal the perpetrator, but she didn't dare turn around for fear that she would trip. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other, the way Katie had shown her.

Thirty minutes ago, this had seemed like such a great idea. Borrow the latex catsuit and boots from Katie, since she obviously couldn't go out in public in her bathrobe, then catch a taxi to the hotel since she'd had too many drinks to drive. Melina had spotted her one hundred dollars to cover fares and incidentals, then loaned her a purse with what she had referred to as 'just in case' items. She was carrying her long coat so that she wouldn't have to try and put the slinky suit back on in the morning. Her bra and panties were in the purse.

"Good evening, miss." The man behind the counter was slightly shorter than her, olive-skinned, dark-haired, and his goatee looked like he waxed it. His beady eyes swept over her and a knowing smile revealed a thin line of very white teeth. "How may I assist you?"

"I," she stumbled as she took a step forward but caught herself on the edge of the counter. "New shoes," she said with an apologetic smile. He smiled indulgently. "I need to pick up a key for my room. I'm with Bill Dickins, room 1510."

"Of course, Miss...?"

"Mrs. Dickins." Her tone made it clear that she was insulted by his use of the wrong name, especially since he could clearly see the wedding ring on her left hand.

"My apologies, ma'am; if I could just see your I.D. please."

Jane reached into the purse and froze. She rifled through the purse in a panic. Her wallet and I.D. were in her clutch at Melina's house. "I'm sorry, I don't have that with me." She couldn't open the purse and show him that she didn't have it, the contents of the purse would raise far more questions than they would answer. "I," she stammered but had no answer.

"You're new to this area, aren't you?"

"No, I live in Scottsdale."

There was another knowing smile from the man behind the counter. "Of course you do." He gave her a onceover that made her very nervous and self-conscious. "The normal tip for an 'extra' key is fifty dollars, unless you'd like to make other arrangements."

"What do you mean?" She hiccupped and covered her mouth with a giggle.

"Please. Don't play the wide-eyed innocent with me, young lady. Since you're obviously new to the business, consider this professional advice. It is normal to tip the desk if you need a discreet key. Fifty is the normal tip at a hotel of this type. You'll want to speak to the most senior desk clerk and pass the money discreetly. We ask that you not leave through the front door when you're done."

It took Jane a moment to understand what he was saying. When she did, she was incensed. Never, in all her life, had she been accused of anything so vile. "Are you calling me a-"

"Quiet!" the clerk hissed through clenched teeth. "Either produce the tip, or I'll throw you out."

It was all she could do to keep from reaching out and throttling the presumptuous prick behind the counter. However, having an Assistant District Attorney arrested for assault would be tantamount to career suicide. She took a deep breath. "My husband is with the PAC-10 Coaches Association that is meeting here tonight. Can we go up and get him?"

"Mizz," he said, in the most insulting tone she could imagine, "this is your last warning. If you persist in this charade, I will call the police."

She saw that his hand was poised over the phone. She had no idea what the penalty for suspected prostitution was, but she was sure it would involve a trip to jail and that was definitely not in her plans for tonight. Shaking, she pulled three twenties from her purse and handed it across the desk.

He snatched the bills from her hand. "I've half a mind to refuse it and send you back emptyhanded; but I don't know who your pimp or madam is. I'd hate to fuck up a business contact over one stupid whore." He came out from behind the counter. "Don't let me see you again without the proper respect." His voice was low and hissing.

"Of course not, Chaz," Jane said as she glanced at his gold name tag. She tried her best to sound meek. "Thank you for the information." He led her to the bank of elevators. The air sang with tension as the doors closed and the elevator ascended swiftly and smoothly.

By the time she reached the fifteenth floor, she had decided on a solution. She would take care of it in the morning and he would probably lose his job. A hotel manager was not going to question an Assistant District Attorney's allegations, especially not a DA who was also connected to a member of the coaching staff at ASU. The hotel was across the street from the school's indoor sports arena.

She watched as he knocked on the door of 1510, then produced a key to let her in. "Don't leave, no one will be letting you back in," he said with a sneer. She thanked him with a cold tone and let the door slam shut behind him.

She decided that she needed some champagne to recapture the pleasant buzz that the jerk had killed. She definitely wanted the buzz if she was going to try what she wanted to do tonight. Melina had said it would help.

Jane tossed her coat over a chair. Even though it was fairly cool in late March, the latex didn't breathe well and she was melting in it. Fortunately, because of the cutout, her skin was exposed to the cool air conditioning, and it felt heavenly. She picked up the phone and had room service send up a bottle of champagne and some chocolate-covered strawberries.

She looked around. The main room was well-appointed and designed for a romantic getaway. The bathroom had a large soaking tub and a two-way fireplace that looked into the bedroom. A separate room contained the hot tub, which looked out across the balcony and over the lights of the ASU campus. "Very nice," she said to herself. Now, she just needed to figure out the perfect reception for her husband.

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Bill was whistling when the elevator door opened. The meetings had gone well and the Sun Devils had been recognized for their improvements over the last couple of years. A couple of the other head coaches had taken the time to talk to him. A man in his position could never have enough good contacts, particularly as the number of all-female coaching staffs increased.

He glanced at his watch. He had about thirty minutes until Jane showed up. Hopefully, that would give him enough time to get everything set up. He wished he'd gotten here earlier so he could have unpacked instead of just having a bellhop bring his bag to the room. However, screwing his wife was a better reason than most for being behind schedule.

A young man in a white jacket and black pants was just leaving his room as he walked down the hall. "Hey, why were you in my room?" The young man, kid, Bill corrected himself, jumped and his face turned bright red. He slid something into his pocket.

"Sorry, sir. Just delivering room service, sir" The kid stammered apologetically.

"Room service? I didn't order anything."

"Your wife, sir," the kid said, then blushed even more as he fidgeted a bit.

"Oh, okay, thanks," Bill said as he passed the kid. He wondered why the kid had seemed so nervous. He turned around to ask, but the kid was gone as the elevator door dinged. He opened the door to his room as quietly as he could, hoping maybe to catch Jane reclining naked in the tub, or maybe skinny dipping in the hot tub; that would certainly explain the kid's behavior. Neither one even remotely prepared him for what he found when he opened the door.

The room was mostly dark, with the exception of a single lamp that illuminated the chaise in the middle of the room. Artfully draped across it was a woman dressed from neck to ankle in shiny, black leather. Her toenails were painted a garish, daring red color that contrasted sharply with the dark skin of her feet.

His eyes were drawn along her shapely legs to the suggestive opening at their junction. She slid a single finger, its nail painted the same seductive red, over a zipper on the center seam of the crotch. He followed the finger as it travelled up her body to accentuate her gorgeous cleavage and the teasing mounds of dark flesh squeezed into a heart-shaped opening. Her curly hair was artfully shaped to cover part of her face. Perched atop her head were two small triangles of black fur that looked like cat ears.

"Fuck me," he whispered, as his eyes trailed over her again.

"Mrowr," the woman growled low and seductively. His wife looked up at him with a promising smile.

"Meow, back," he said as he kicked the door shut and started shedding clothes as he walked toward her.

She meowed at him with a questioning tone.

"If you're asking if I like it, I like it very much." He leaned down to kiss her, his arm braced on the back of the chaise for support. He felt something soft and fuzzy drape across his neck and drag away. He reached up to grab it, and discovered a long, fuzzy tail attached to the costume as well.

"Mowr?" she questioned with a coy little smile.

"Yes, my pretty little kitty." She smiled and draped her arms over his shoulders. Somehow, she managed to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist. He hadn't been ready, gravity won, and he collapsed toward the chaise. He forced himself to roll so he didn't crush his wife. She turned herself as well and they crashed to the floor.

Bill made an 'oof' sound as he hit the floor. He looked up at his wife, who had managed to land on top of him.

She sat up and looked at him triumphantly. "Mrow!" she exclaimed as she batted playfully at him.

He started to push himself up, but she dropped her full length onto him. "Mrowr," she commanded as she shoved him down and bent to nip at his nipple. With her other hand, she rubbed her fuzzy tail across his chest.

Bill groaned and arched into her as her teeth clamped down on his nipple. She looked up at him with an evil grin and made a purr-like sound deep in her throat. He knew he was in trouble now. It seemed she was in the mood to be a little aggressive tonight. Apparently, he was too.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair and held her to his chest as he brought his leg up between her open thighs. She dragged her nails down his flanks as she pushed against him and rotated her hips. A pleasant moan escaped her lips.

"You are a frisky little minx," he said as he grabbed her hips and rolled Jane onto her back.

"Mawr," she snapped back. She reached up and grabbed both his nipples as he settled between her legs. Her legs came up and he thought she was going to wrap them around his waist. Instead, they came up higher and he realized she was trying to get them under his shoulders.

"Oh, no, you don't." He grabbed her wrists and yanked her hands from his chest. She scratched at his forearms, but he lowered all of his weight on her and pinned her hands to the floor. Her hips pushed up against him as he dug his toes into the carpet and ground his pelvis against her.

The moan that escaped her was cut off when she lunged forward and connected her mouth to his neck. Her teeth were sharp as she began to suck and bite at the skin of his neck. When he moaned in response, she latched on. Within seconds, he realized he was going to have a massive hickey when she finished. He didn't let it bother him, though, as he moved her hands so they were one on top of the other.

She gasped and protested when she realized what he was doing. She struggled and writhed, but he bore down harder on her by pinning her arms with his elbows.

"Keep it up and I'll spank you," he growled in her ear. He couldn't tell if her moan was one of protest or encouragement, but he grabbed both wrists with one hand and levered himself up. She wrapped her legs around him to keep him from going too far. With his free hand, he reached down to try and smack her ass.

While he was precariously perched, she wrenched to the side and toppled him. He rolled over and found himself pinned up against the coffee table, his free arm now trapped between his body and the table leg.

She meowed at him with snide superiority as she straddled his chest and pushed his free arm to the ground.

"Please," he said derisively. He rocked his hips back and rolled forward. He didn't have enough momentum to completely throw her off, but he did have enough to be able to sit upright, which dumped her into his lap. "Gotcha," he said with a smile as he entangled his hands in her hair and crushed his mouth to hers.

She struggled against him, her fingers scratching at his chest even as she humped against him. Their tongues didn't tangle and entwine so much as they wrestled. They nipped at one another, sucked on each other's tongues, and nibbled on the other's lips. At one point, she bit his tongue and the only way to get her to release it was to push his tongue further into her mouth.

Bill kept one hand tangled in her hair, with the other, he reached between her legs. He fumbled around a bit looking for the zipper pull that he knew was there somewhere. When he found it, he yanked it down but it didn't go far enough for him to get full access. "Lift up," he said to her as he reached to free his erection from his boxers.

"Mrow," she snapped and scampered away from his slackened grip. She tried to climb up and over the couch, but he grabbed her by the ankle before she could get away.

"Naughty kitty," he said as he smacked her ass. The report from his hand on the material was loud and she squawked in response. He pulled himself up behind her. She was bent over the back of the couch at the waist, her ass sticking up in the air.

He grabbed the zipper and finished pulling it open so that she was intimately exposed to him. He grabbed the base of the tail that was hooked to the costume. With his free hand, he shucked off his boxers.

"Rowr, rowr," she whined as he rubbed his cock against her wet, overheated pussy. When he slid into her, though, she was all sighs and happy moans.

"God, you look fucking hot in that." He used her tail as a handle to slam her back against him. "Makes me want to fuck you all night long." He admired the way the shiny material looked as it stretched tight across her hips and shimmered in the light; he especially liked the way it felt as he smacked her ass again.

She yowled as he continued to stroke hard in and out of her. She reached back, her hands flailing as though trying to scratch him.

"Oh, no, you don't," he growled back at her. He managed to get hold of one hand, then the other. He pulled them up towards the middle of her back so he could grab them both with one hand.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she screamed.

He immediately let go. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said, draped over the back of the couch as she caught her breath. "My shoulder was turned the wrong way." She looked back over her shoulder at him. "You had the right idea, though."

"What do you mean?"

"Grabbing me and pinning me down so you could have your way with me." The corner of her mouth turned up in a smirk. "And you said you thought all that bondage and domination stuff was sick and wrong."

"What? We weren't..." The realization hit him like a hammer. That was exactly what they were doing. He had been trying to pin her down so she couldn't resist him. He suddenly felt slightly nauseous and his erection began to flag. "Fuck." He leaned back and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.

Jane turned and sat down on the couch so that their knees were touching. He had to look up into her face, because looking down was distracting him. The opening between her legs was lewd and a little too inviting. He didn't want to look her in the eye, though. After all, he had been trying to... he wasn't quite sure what he was trying to do, but whatever it was, it wasn't right. People who loved and respected each other didn't treat each other that way.

"Bill, look at me." Her voice was gentle, as though she understood his fears, which she probably did.

Despite his reticence, he looked her full in the face. A light sheen of sweat beaded her forehead. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she looked up at him. Her normally bright brown eyes, what people normally referred to as cinnamon brown, were more like deep pools of amber.

"What's bothering you?" she asked.

He took a long second to gather his thoughts. He thought about just saying it was nothing, and leaning over and kissing her. Granted, she probably wouldn't buy it, but it might be worth a shot. Then they could get back to screwing and he could just worry about all this later. He looked down again, and the idea appealed to him even more.

"It's nothing," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.

"I don't think so," she said as she leaned away from him. "You want me to take a stab at it?"

"No," he replied automatically. He knew that she probably could tell him exactly what the issue was, why it bothered him, and how everything would be okay. She would probably be exactly right. She knew him so well that she knew why he argued better than he did. He had grown up, though. He had come to understand himself through her, and now he just needed to work through it on his own. Of course, that also meant that he had to tell her. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly.

"I picked up a couple of those books you brought home for the Menandiz case. That shit is just sick. Why in the hell would anyone want to be tied up, or called a... called names, or be whipped, or any of that stuff? I mean, I don't want to be the kind of guy that treats women that way. It's demeaning. I couldn't ever imagine doing that to you. I have too much respect for you."

"It didn't seem to bother you too much a few minutes ago." She arched an eyebrow and smiled.

"I, uh," he flailed his arms about. "Dammit!"

"It's okay, sweetie." She leaned in and placed a finger over his lips. "We do what we're comfortable with. We've been playing like that for years. We wrestle and roll around until you finally dominate me and screw me into submission."

"We don't..."

"Yeah, we do. We've just never called it that. Would it make it any different if I said we wrestle and roll around until you pin me down, and I let you screw me silly? It's the same thing, just different semantics."

"Oh my God," Bill said, resting his head in his hands. "What kind of perverts have we become?"

"Trust me," Jane said with a laugh, "compared to the rest of your siblings, we aren't perverts by a long shot." She took his hands in hers. "What we're doing is not sick or wrong. It's what we do, it's what we like to do. I like it when we roll around and wrestle, sometimes, you even let me win. Does that make you submissive and me dominant? No, we're just us, playing games and having fun." She took a deep breath and let it out.