Jack, Ruby, Mia

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Recap of Part 1:

Jack (42) and Ruby (40) are happily married, Beth (18), their daughter, is heartbroken over Christian (19), and Beth's best friend Mia (18) comes over for dinner. Jack comes to realize Mia is looking at him differently and he finds himself increasingly attracted to her. After dinner, Jack is giving Mia a ride to her parents' house. Mia compliments him, telling him his body feels "like warm stone, or something". She redirects him away from her parents' house, and lets Jack know she wants him. Jack knows he should just keep going straight, take her home; a good man, a good father would not do this. But he takes the turn anyway. What Mia doesn't know: Ruby was aware the whole time that Jack might pursue Mia; they have some sort of a deal about her.

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Sunday, June 7, 2026. Maplewood, New Jersey.

-- 12:20 am

"You guys left, what then?" Ruby asked.

Jack had expected her to ask or say something to ease them into it, but of course he knew her and should have known better. "Well... small talk in the car. She was very complimentary of the fatherly work I've done and she talked about us."

"Us?"

"You and me."

"What about us?"

"She said we were cute together. That it was obvious we're really in love."

Ruby's body tensed a bit then--enough for Jack to notice.

"Yeah, uh... listen. If you tell me you changed your mind or don't feel right with this--we drop it. The whole idea. No questions--" Ruby interrupted him, aggressively grabbing him by his seashell shirt, stamping him with a smiling open-eyed kiss.

"Just excited. Tell me." She sat back. Jack sat on the foot of the bed, facing his wife.

Mia had touched his hand, then apologized for overstepping.

"Oh, wow," Ruby said.

"She was leading," he said. "Or trying to." Jack cringed at himself and laughed a bit.

Ruby knew what he meant, and said, "It's very 'she likes me, she likes me not', yeah."

"Yeah!" They shared a bit of a laugh and settled. "So, yeah, I mean, I told her it was ok to touch me and she could just call me Jack, enough with the Mr. D shit, you know?"

He told her about the laughs they had shared, Mia's comments about his body.

"Warm stone..." Ruby repeated.

"Warm stone," Jack shrugged, trying and failing to look humble.

"You fucking loved that, I know you did." Ruby slapped his knee.

Jack made a purposefully girly noise, swatting her away. "OK, OK, I did, shut up!"

"Did you like her saying it?" Ruby asked, emphasizing the word 'her', not fully joking then.

"Yes, I did."

"OK, what then?"

By the time they had reached the red light at Hoglund and Maine, Mia was almost done pretending. She kept looking at him, then away, working herself up to something, as far as he could tell.

"Almost at her house, then?"

"That's right. She goes 'turn here, it's quicker.' So I tell her, you know, straight is faster for sure. And she's doing a lot of wording and gesticulating now, not really saying much, but more like delaying and working up courage. Then she stops herself. Takes a deep breath. And goes, word for word, 'Basically, what I'm trying to say, Mr. D'--she turns to me--'I would like to see your penis, and I think it's better we do it on a street that is not in front of my parents' house.'"

Ruby took a huge breath, eyes growing wilder, exhaling slowly, fingers tracing her collarbone.

"I put up a little bit of a fight, but, you know... it was sort of half-hearted. As I was pretending to object, she looked at me and played with her dress. Pulled it up a little, and slid her hands to the insides of her thighs."

Ruby leaned her head back against the headboard, pulling one knee close to her chest. He could almost see her pussy, but the black sundress was still covering her.

"Jack..." Ruby didn't have to say anything, Jack knew. Hot. Wrong. Words didn't fit it right.

"So," Ruby's fingers were disappearing under the dress, "you turned?"

He did. Almost didn't, having a crisis for about ten seconds. He left that out.

"Yeah."

"Wait," Ruby's finger came back up, her thinking then. After a moment, she said, "Did she know I knew?"

"No."

"Did she think you were cheating on me?"

"I didn't ask."

"So yes."

Ruby looked at him, then away. They sat for a bit. Jack didn't envy Ruby's position. He had gone out and started the thing. If Mia didn't want Ruby too, then consent or not, he had made Ruby the wife at home. He had no way of giving her a place in what had already happened.

And Mia had... yeah, shit, either way you cut it, Mia had betrayed Ruby.

"Well, ok," she turned back to him now. "We knew this would have to be the way." She meant that they couldn't just knock on Mia's parents' door and ask her if she wanted to fuck them both.

"You alright?" Jack asked, not approaching.

"Mhmm," she nodded, and he believed her. "I want to hear the rest. She asked to see your cock?"

"Yes." Jack regrouped. "So I... I turned and we--"

"Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You better tell me."

"Tell you what?"

Ruby didn't answer right away. She just looked at him.

He hated that look. The trouble with Ruby was she heard edits. And then she looked at him in a way. A way that let him know the jig was up.

"Are you leaving something out?"

"No. I mean--no, not really."

Ruby waited.

"There was a second there at the light."

"A second."

"More, maybe."

"OK."

"I almost didn't turn," Jack said. After a moment he added, "I told myself to go straight. Take her home. Be a good man."

Ruby watched him.

"I thought about Beth. You. Mia. Ron and Joan. Everybody. I thought 'a good man would not do this'."

"And then?"

"I turned anyway."

They sat, Jack not knowing where to put his eyes, so he let them de-focus looking at a random crease in her dress.

Ruby nodded, slowly.

"Don't leave those parts out."

"I wasn't trying to--"

"Yes, you were." Her voice was soft. She was fucking right.

Ruby's expression relaxed. "We can't ignore the ugly parts."

He nodded.

"OK," she said, leaning in, giving him a kiss, squeezing the muscle around his knees. "So you turned."

"So I turned," Jack told her about the dark spot under the broken streetlight, the first kiss, the touches. How quickly he could switch from guilt to sexual reminiscing. Back to being horny. As if the guilt had no weight to it at all. Was it just posturing?

As Jack spoke, sparing no detail, his wife's fingers disappeared under the dress again. Jack knew his part in this was to sit there, tell the story truthfully, and let his wife enjoy herself. He had learned that part twenty years ago.

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20 years ago, more or less.

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Thursday, July 13, 2006. Maplewood, New Jersey.

-- 8:40 pm

"You're quiet," Ruby said.

"I'm not quiet." He had absolutely been quiet.

They were a couple drinks past dinner, two months into whatever this was, and Jack was trying to not seem too eager.

"You've been quiet for almost a minute."

"I was admiring the view."

She glanced behind her, toward the rest of the patio and the bright restaurant behind it.

"Not that view." Great job playing it cool, stupid.

Ruby looked back at him, trying not to smile too much. "That was terrible."

"Worked, though."

"It did not."

"You're smiling."

"I'm humoring you."

"Good enough." Jack took a drink and glanced past her shoulder. At the table near the little ficus tree, a man in a short-sleeve button-down with little anchors on it was explaining something to a woman who had clearly left her body some time ago. Jack decided it was probably insurance-related, based on nothing but the shirt.

"What?" Ruby asked.

"Nothing."

"No, what?"

"I'm just wondering how long before a man starts ordering salmon because his doctor told him to."

Ruby glanced back, then turned to him again.

"That's you in 20 years."

"Pff, come on."

"You already have the shirt."

"This is a good shirt."

"It has dragons on it."

"No, it--" Jack realized it had dragons on it. "Oh, fuck."

They both laughed. Ruby kept laughing after he stopped, pleased with herself, one knee hugged to her chest, dress falling loose over her thigh. Jack looked away, forgetting this was not their first date and looking was OK.

The patio had gotten darker around them. Not dark-dark, just the kind of summer evening dark where everybody looked a little better and every table seemed like its own little island. Jack's Long Island iced teas were probably doing at least some of the work on that fantasy. Somewhere inside, a woman's loud laugh could be heard. Jack bet she was laughing at something that probably wasn't that funny.

Ruby's hand slid from her shin to her ankle. Then back up. Down. Was it an absent-minded move? Maybe pretending it was? On her way back up her hand went around the other side of her leg, up the calf. Again: slow.

She was still smiling, but her breathing had changed. Not much. Enough. Her eyes had gone a little unfocused, then sharp again when they found him watching.

"Ruby."

"Jack."

"What are you doing?"

"Having dinner."

"We finished dinner."

"Then I'm relaxing after dinner."

He gave her a quiet laugh. "Right."

Her hand disappeared behind her knee, under the loose fall of the dress.

Jack felt his own smile go stupid and helpless. "Are you--"

"Am I what?"

He looked around.

Her hand stayed where it was. Nothing obvious. Nothing anyone else could point at. But Jack saw the little tightening in her shoulders, the way her mouth softened and pressed together again.

"Ruby," he said again, lower this time, smiling. "What are you doing?"

She leaned back in her chair. Not far. Just enough to give him a better angle if he chose to take it.

"Have a look."

"At what?"

She tilted her head. Come on. His insecurity was speaking for him--he knew what she meant.

Jack stared at her, and she stared back, daring him, but there was something under the dare now, he thought. Something... less polished and refined. He could see it and, seeing it, understood that if he made the wrong joke, or grabbed her wrist, or looked around like she had embarrassed him... it'd be the wrong move, is the thing he sensed. He didn't want to do any of those things anyway, not really. Only as an awkward reflex, to shoo away discomfort.

"Oh, boy," he said, pushing his chair back. "You know what? I think my shoe's come undone."

Ruby's mouth opened in silent laughter.

"Tragic," she said.

"Could happen to anyone."

He bent under the table.

For a moment he saw only shadow, the edge of the tablecloth, her knee, the black dress gathered in her hand. Then his eyes adjusted.

She was touching herself through her underwear.

Jack stopped breathing.

Ruby's fingers, covered in numerous rings of various sizes and shapes, moved, slow and careful. Then she shifted the fabric aside just enough to remove any doubt about what she was doing. Her fingers slid around in circles, showing him how wet she was.

Jack made a sound he hoped could only be heard from inside his own body.

He sat back up too fast, bumping his knee on the underside of the table.

Ruby was looking at him.

Not laughing now. Not exactly. There was pleasure on her face, yes, plenty of it, but something else too. A question. Maybe even a little fear. Not fear that someone would see her masturbating. Or... not only that.

Fear of what he would do with what he had seen?

Jack swallowed.

"You OK?" she asked.

He almost laughed. She was asking him?

"Yeah," he said. "I'm very OK."

Her mouth moved like she was trying not to smile too much. Her hand was still under the dress. Still moving. Slower now, maybe because he was watching her face and not what she was doing.

"You're not weirded out?"

"The way I get weirded out is by getting extremely hard, apparently."

Ruby closed her eyes for a second, smiling through a breath.

"Good," she said.

The waiter appeared beside the table.

Jack saw him before Ruby did. Or maybe Ruby saw him and simply decided that did not matter. Jack had no idea. The young man stopped with a trained, empty smile, paid not to see or understand too much.

"How is everything over here?"

Ruby kept going, not looking at the waiter.

Jack looked up at him.

"Oh, great," he said. His voice sounded almost normal. "Really great."

The waiter nodded. "Can I get you anything else?"

Jack looked at Ruby.

Ruby looked at Jack, barely present anymore.

Her breathing was faster now.

The waiter's eyes darted from Jack to Ruby to Jack.

"No," Jack said. "We're good."

"All right then," the waiter said, already turning away, quicker than previous times.

Ruby's shoulders dropped, free hand finding and grasping the table, rings clashing with the wood. She was in a full-body shiver now, which she tried to contain as best as she could.

Jack recognized the movement, of course. Her head coming down, along with the rest of her body, leaning on the table, eyes closed, still shivering, sounds of pleasure catching low in her throat.

Jack could have told her to stop. Could have made a joke. Could have looked around the patio again and turned this into something embarrassing, something she had done wrong.

Instead he stayed where he was.

He watched her.

That was all.

At twenty-two, he thought the test was whether he could handle how wild she was. At forty-two, he knew better. The test had been whether he could let her be, or whether he would make it about himself.

She looked up when it passed. His eyes were still on her. They laughed quietly and touched glasses like idiots.

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Present day

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Sunday, June 7, 2026. Maplewood, New Jersey.

-- 12:40 am

"Tell me exactly what happened," Ruby asked, losing herself in pleasure then, but listening.

He told her about Mia leaning over the console to kiss him.

"What did she look like? Her body, what was it doing?" Ruby wanted to know more, not just the mechanics. Jack had been there and experienced everything firsthand, but Ruby had to scavenge his memory for the impression.

Through all of this, Ruby touched herself under the dress.

The first time he held Mia's face, he had felt it all at once: protectiveness, desire, guilt. Ruby asked if she had seemed scared and Jack said yes she did, but also excited and eager. Mia had seemed nervous, hopeful, a little wild. And her face had seemed so small and soft in his hands.

"Did you keep kissing?"

"No, actually. She took my hand. She licked my fingers and sucked one of them."

"Which one?"

"Ring finger. And she sort of licked circles around the ring," Jack saw her react to that. Not entirely negatively, but it was significant. He admitted then that he didn't know why Mia had chosen that finger, whether the licking of the ring was something she'd done on purpose because of the marriage, on purpose because it was just hot, or in the absence of any thought at all.

"What do you think it was?"

"Honestly, I get the feeling it was maybe just hot and unplanned. But I could be wrong."

"Did she say anything about me after that?"

Jack said no and then paused. "Not directly... but sorta. Later, I'm gonna get to it."

Then she said "'Mr. D?' and I said 'Yes, Mia?' and she said 'Can I see your penis?'"

"And she insists on calling it a penis, huh?" Ruby smiled with her cheeks, corners of her lips pointed down.

"Yes." Jack paused to see if Ruby had other interruptions to get out. "I said nothing for a bit, just enjoying the moment. It was very exciting, having her ask. Having her want to see it. I don't know if I can explain it."

"I get it, I'm pretty sure," Ruby was swallowing hard.

"'I want you to see it,' I told her."

He tried to move quickly through the obvious parts--Mia taking out his cock, the gasp, the first lick, her mouth. Ruby let him, until his hand reached Mia's back, then lower.

"She wasn't wearing anything under it," Jack said.

Ruby's hand stopped for a moment. Eyebrow up.

"I don't know if she planned it, hoped for it or just dressed that way for other reasons. I really want to know, though."

"Me too." Ruby sharply inhaled, which Jack was almost certain meant she had slid a finger inside herself more fully now.

Ruby asked Jack what Mia was saying and doing.

Ruby's hand was moving again, and Jack had trouble looking anywhere else.

"She told me she'd fantasized about my penis since she learned how to masturbate," Jack said.

Ruby swallowed. He told his wife that he pulled up their daughter's best friend's dress over her tanlined bottom. Mia's perfect petite body in his lap, his cock almost all the way disappeared inside her mouth. "I could barely see. Let alone think. I told her she was a good girl, and that we were doing such a bad thing."

"How did she respond?" Ruby asked.

Jack felt her attention sharpen.

"She kissed it, put it against her cheek, and said, 'I love your cock, Mr. D.'"

"What did you think about?"

"I thought about wanting to do nasty things. I wanted to cum inside her, pick her up and fuck her, use her as an--" Jack's shorts were filling up once more. He couldn't find words to describe his fantasies.

"I love the darkness in you," Ruby said as she pulled up her dress, showing her husband her hand doing circles around the opening below her clit.

Jack was ashamed of it. Feared it. But Ruby's recognition of the darkness made him think it was OK to have thoughts, even unpalatable ones.

"I told her it was so wrong," he said after a moment. "Though of course, I did nothing to stop it. She asked me to please let her keep going. I told her she was so young. She said, 'I'm a consenting adult, Mr. D,' and I asked if this was really what she wanted. She told me to touch her and find out."

He gave Ruby the version she wanted: not just where his hand went, but how Mia moved against it. How wet she was. How sensitive. How she pushed back when he touched near her ass.

Ruby's breathing changed at that.

"She wanted that?" Ruby asked.

"I think so."

"She said, 'Oh my god, I'm such a bad girl. Please make me cum, Mr. D. I want to cum so bad,' and I called her by her name and told her she was a good girl, as she came, and as it was happening, she took my cock all the way into her throat." Ruby's eyes widened at that. But Jack kept going.

"She told me no one had ever made her cum."

"What?" Ruby said, almost taking a break.

"That was my reaction too, though I kind of got it, with her age and lack of experience, maybe?"

"And she could take your entire cock? I can barely do that." Ruby considered, still rubbing, but slowing down a bit. "I think your idea about Mia's lack of experience might be a little misguided."

"Maybe." Jack paused. "After she came, she said I'd opened something in her. Still Mr. D then."

Ruby watched him.

"I didn't know what to say. Then she said, 'I want to taste your cum, Mr. D.'"

"It's hard to imagine her like that," Ruby said, "But, fuck, it's so..."

"Yeah, I know, baby. And she kept at it, too. She said, 'I want your cum in my mouth. I know it's wrong and we're ruining our lives and we will be in so much trouble, but I need it.' That's what I meant earlier," Jack said. "She didn't say your name. But 'ruining our lives' meant you too, far as I could tell."

"I see."

"But I told her it's OK. She didn't hear me, I don't think. She was only focused on one thing, she was obsessed. I'll be honest, it was incredible. To have her want me to cum inside her so badly." Jack touched his cock then, feeling new surges of heat.

"She kept saying she needed it. That she wouldn't sleep if she didn't taste it. And I encouraged her."

"What did you say?" Ruby asked through strained breaths, rubbing herself faster now, her feet digging into the bed.