Rob and Barb
written by:
Just Plain Bob

I don't know whether I was naïve or just plain stupid, but it had to be one or the other that put me in the situation that I was in. And that? Driving away from the home of my sister in law with her husband's video camera and Beretta 94F on the seat beside me. I don't come off looking too good in the story that led me to this point and all I can say about it is what I said in the first paragraph - naïve or just plain stupid!

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It all started fifteen years ago when I met Beverly McKay. It was lust at first sight on my part and it took me two weeks of trying almost daily to get her to go out with me. It took another month to get her on a bed with me and after that it was ‘Katy bar the door' as we had sex anywhere we could and as often as we could.

It was great sex and Bev was one hot mama, but we both knew after the first couple of weeks that we were not right for each other, but that didn't stop us from fucking up a storm for almost nine months. It might have gone on longer, but Bev met Brad and I was history.

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Three months later as I was moving through the Boom Boom Room looking for a honey to grace my bed that night I saw Bev and Brad come in and they had a raven haired beauty with them. I didn't go and say hi to them because I was a bit uncomfortable around Brad. He knew about the nine months I spent with Bev and while he'd never said anything to me I always felt that he was keeping a close eye on me when he was around. He really didn't need to though because even though I was a horn dog I did have some standards. I would not go after a married woman. I admit that I've had a few, but only because they hid the fact from me. Once I found out that they were wed I dropped them.

Even though I was avoiding Bev and Brad they had seen me when they came in and maybe twenty minutes after they had arrived Bev came up to me and told me that she needed a favor.

"My sister Barb just moved back to town and she is here with me tonight. She is a little on the nervous side because she doesn't know anyone here. Will you please join us and keep her company? I know she wants to dance, but she hasn't liked the looks of anyone who has asked her so far. I told her that I knew you and that you were a nice guy so help me out here please?"

"Knowing me as well as you do you are still willing to inflict me on your sister?"

"You aren't a bad guy Rob. You always took no for an answer. You kept trying until I stopped saying no, but you always stopped when I told you to."

I did join Bev, Brad and Bev's sister Barbara. Barb was a stone fox and by the time we returned to the table after our first dance I wanted her and not just as an evenings bed buddy. By the end of the evening in my mind I was already picturing the ring I was going to buy her. By the time we said goodnight I had a date with Barb for the next evening.

We had a great time on that date and when I took her home I had a date for Friday evening. For the first time since high school my goal was not the immediate bedding of my date. I took things slow and was extremely careful not to do anything that might put Barb off.

It was our sixth date before we kissed and even then it was Barb who made it happen. She had kissed me on the cheek on every date since the third, but on the sixth she kissed me on the lips and we stood in front of Bev and Brad's door necking for about ten minutes before she pushed me away and said:

"Good night sweetie."

On our next date the necking took place in my truck and lasted for over a half an hour. Once again it was started by Barb. When I pulled up in front of the house she slid over next to me and said "Kiss me" and of course I did and I kept doing it until she pulled away. I walked her to the door, got one last steamy kiss and then I headed back to my condo.

Yes, my condo. I guess it is time for a little about me. I'm Robert Dawson - Rob to my friends - and I'm a twenty-four year old college graduate with a degree in Business Management. I wanted to go for Electrical Engineering, but my dad was paying and he insisted on Business Management. He insisted because it would prepare me for moving into his business. The business was actually a holding company that had several going concerns among its properties.

Dad had started a construction company that had done so well that he bought a building supply company in order to give him better pricing on materials. The construction and building supply companies kept growing and dad bought a foundation and forms outfit to give him better pricing on concrete for his basements and footings. Next was a block of properties that he could build houses on followed by a landscaping company to finish off the houses that he built. And it went on and on like that.

Every summer from the time I turned thirteen was spent working for one or another of dad's companies as dad started to prepare me for taking over from him someday. That was his plan, but not mine. By the time I was eighteen I knew that I didn't want to take over from him. Not that I disliked the business, but because I didn't want to live the life he led.

The business consumed him. Up at five and off to work, rain or shine, weekdays and weekends and home late more often than not. I watched his marriage to my mom disintegrate slowly. He made lots of money and mom lacked for nothing. Big fancy house, a new luxury car every year, a maid to take care of the house and a gardener to take care of the grounds. Membership at the country club and enough credit cards to buy a small country. The one thing she really wanted she couldn't have. Dad!

I spent more time with him than she did, but only because he drug me off to work with him. Weekends, holidays, vacations and spring breaks were all spent working at one or another of his companies. Mom would have preferred to work with him as his PA or something just so she could spend some time with him, but he wouldn't have it.

"No wife of mine is going to have to work. I'm doing all this for you. I want you to have the life you deserve."

The problem with that was that it wasn't the life she wanted.

I was not going to live like that, but I was a realist. I didn't have to look for a job after graduation. I was guaranteed a job with a good salary and more than likely I would inherit the whole thing someday. I say more than likely because it wasn't a sure thing. Dad had a way of getting back at those who pissed him off and I belonged to that club.

It wasn't a month after going to work for my dad as a full time employee that I had an occasion to tell dad that his life was not going to be mine. I was working ten or twelve hours a day during the week and one Friday around two in the afternoon he called me into his office and told me that I was going to have to work the Sanderson project over the weekend and I flat out told him that I was not going to do it.

"Friday nights and the weekends are mine and I have no intension of spending them at work."

Then I got the lecture about responsibility and the needs of the company and how I needed to learn all the ins and outs and I could only get that experience by putting in time. I let him finish and then said:

"I know the ins and outs. You forget that you have had me working here since I was thirteen. I'll give fifty or sixty hours during the week, but the weekends are mine. I have absolutely no intension of turning out like you and spending every waking moment working, I am going to have a life outside of Dawson Enterprises."

He didn't like it, but short of firing me there wasn't anything he could do about it. I left his office, went home and changed clothes and then I went out on the prowl. That Friday was a turning point in my life. Not only was it the day I let my father know that Dawson Enterprises wasn't going to consume me as it had him, but it was on that Friday night's prowl that I met Beverly which in turn led to my meeting Barb.

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As I drove home to the condo I'd bought with the trust fund I'd come into when I graduated from college (Mom had insisted that dad set it up) I contemplated my relationship with Barb. More to the point I contemplated on how hard or far to push things.

For the first time in my life I had a woman that I didn't want to lose. I'd had other ongoing relationships, but I had always known that they weren't going to last and knowing that I was not overly cautious about what I said or did. I did not want to do or say anything that would push Barb away.

Add to that Barb's actions. She had made the first moves as far as make out sessions were concerned and I had to wonder what that meant. Was she sending me signals? I had no frame of reference because it was always me pushing forward in my other relationships. I'd never had a woman make the first move. Was Barb telling me that..." "Oh fuck! Give it up" I thought as I parked the truck in my parking space. "Too much thinking is almost as bad as not thinking things through at all." Just before falling asleep I decided on what I needed to do.

The next day I took an early lunch and paid a visit to Zales. That evening I took a knee in front of Barb and asked her to be my wife. The response was not what I expected.

"Gee Bob, I'm flattered that you feel that way about me, but we don't know each other well enough to be taking a step like that."

"I know you well enough that I'm on my knee asking."

"But I don't know you well enough to say yes."

"Oh come on Barb. You know everything about me up to and including my hat size."

"True, but I don't know about the most important thing that I need to know. I like you Rob; I like you a lot. Actually I like you an awful lot and it may even be love or something growing into to love, but I am a very sexual person Rob and the man I marry is going to have to be able to keep up with me. I have tried my best to lure you into the bedroom to see what you can do, but you can't seem to take the hint. I have to wonder why. What are you hiding? What are you afraid that I might discover?"

"None of that. I've been afraid of making a move that might push you away from me."

"Then I think what you need to do is take me to your place, get me naked and see if we have a future together."

It was a long night and I believe that I gave a good account of myself. I guess she thought that I was a good enough fit where she was concerned because she said:

"There is one thing that you need to know before you slide that ring on my finger and I'm telling you ahead of time that you are not going to like it."

"Whatever it is it isn't going to scare me off."

"We will see. I have a trust fund that my grandparents set up for me. I don't come into it until I'm thirty-five. I could have had it at twenty-five if I would have gone to college, but I hated high school and just couldn't see another four years going to classes. Anyway, one of the stipulations of the trust is that if I marry before coming into the trust the man I marry must agree to sign a prenuptial agreement."

"I don't see a problem with that."

"You haven't read the agreement yet. One of the clauses is that if either party is unfaithful the unfaithful party leaves the marriage with nothing. You see the problem? We are not even officially engaged and we are already talking about adultery. Not even married and we are discussing how to end it."

"It is only a piece of paper Barb and it means absolutely nothing. If anything I can look at it as an insurance policy against you cheating on me. Would you cheat on me knowing that it could cost you your trust? Hell no you wouldn't."

I got off the bed and went to where my pants had fallen when I'd hurriedly striped down to get on the bed with Barb. I got the ring out of my pants pocket and then for the second time in twelve hours I asked Barb to marry me and that time she said yes.

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Six months later we were married and eleven months after that we were the parents of twin boys. Sixteen months after that, almost to the day, Barb gave me twin girls.

The condo was sold and I had a six bedroom house with four baths built on two acres. Barb became a stay at home mom until the kids were all in school and then she took a part time job as a receptionist at a law firm. We didn't need the money, but she said she needed to get out of the house and do something.

Her hours were set so she didn't need to be to work until after she'd gotten the kids off to school and she got off about half an hour before they were due home. She did have to work every other Saturday and while I didn't much like it I kept my mouth shut to keep the peace.

Life settled into a routine. I bowled one night a week on the team that the company sponsored in the Tuesday night men's house league at Starlight Lanes and Barb spent Tuesdays and some Thursdays working with Bev who had taken up selling Tupperware. We went out for dinner and dancing on either Friday or Saturday and usually with Bev and Brad.

Our love life was pretty damned good and even after fifteen years of marriage we were still going at it five or six times a week. The only dark spot, at least for me, was that Barb would never let me have her sexy ass. She said she had tried it with two previous boyfriends (long before she met me) and she had hated it. I didn't press the issue since nothing else was off the table and I got as much as I could handle anyway. As far as I was concerned I had a great marriage. A superb marriage.

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There was a bad period during our thirteenth year while I was trying to get over the death of my parents. They had chartered a flight to go to Cabo San Lucas for their fortieth anniversary and somewhere between home and Cabo the plane disappeared. No wreckage was ever found and after the will was read I found myself standing at the helm of Dawson Enterprises.

It was in our fifteenth year that things turned sour. One night after an exhausting session on the bed Barb said:

"You know I love you right?"

"Oh fuck!" I thought. "What the hell did I do wrong now? Or what the hell did she do wrong? Did she wreck her car?" She didn't wait for me to say "Of course I do my love" and went on:

"I need a huge favor baby."

I steeled myself knowing that from the way she was asking it was something that I was not going to want to do and I asked:

"What is it?"

"Don't get upset with me baby; just remember that I love you more than anything."

"Don't beat around the bush Barb; what is it?"

"You know how bad Bev and Brad want kids. They have tried and tried, but nothing happens. They got tested and they both are fine and in theory they should have been able to get the job done, but it just doesn't seem to work. Bev is getting desperate. Her biological clock is ticking away. I was talking to her and Brad about it when Brad said that it didn't seem fair. He said all you had to do is smile at me and I drop twins. I don't know what it was, but the three of us had the same thought at the same time and after talking about it the three of us agreed to give it a shot."

"Will you please get to the point here?"

"We want you to get Bev pregnant."

"So what's the problem? We find a lab that does that kind of thing; I donate the sperm and they use it on Bev."

"They looked into that and the simple fact is that it is too damned expensive to go that way. We decided that the best and easiest way to go would be for you to make love to Bev during her fertile time."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?"

"Hear me out on this Rob. I know all about what you and Bev did before she met Brad and you met me and it didn't bother me to marry you knowing it. I know you are mine and I know that you would never cheat on me, but this wouldn't be cheating. All it would be is members of a loving family banding together to solve a problem. Bev is desperate to have a child and I'm afraid that desperation will push her to do something stupid like go out and pick up some nameless guy to try and get the job done. What if she picks wrong and gets a guy who gives her a disease. What if she picks some whacko who is a serial killer? I love my sister Rob and I want to see her happy. Do it for me? Please?"

"Absolutely not Barb. I'm sorry that she and Brad can't make it happen, but the only way I'll help is by donating to a sperm bank for her. If it is too expensive for Bev and Brad I'll even help pay for it, but that's as far as I'm willing to go."

It didn't end there of course and Barb kept after me to do it.

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This is the part where I don't come off looking too good. The more Barb talked it up the more I remembered the nights when Bev and I fucked like sex crazed bunnies. And I remembered how much I loved fucking Bev's tight ass. The more I remembered the less resistance I put up when Barb talked to me about it. Looking back I honestly think that if Barb would have let me have her ass I never would have finally agreed to do what she wanted me to do. The memory of me being in that hot, tight ass is what got me to finally say yes. I had loved fucking that ass.

I knew that the whole point of the deal was to pump as much sperm into Bev's womb as possible, but when I got Bev alone I was going to make sure that she knew that the price of my cooperation was going to be my sending at least one load deep into her butt.

When Barb finally got me to agree I told her that before I would do it I needed to sit down alone with Bev and discuss things.

"Why do you need to see her alone?"

"I need to satisfy myself that it is really what Bev wants. I need to know that she isn't being pressured into doing something that she really does not want to do. And I don't want any outside influences around while she is talking to me."

Besides, I was thinking, I don't want you or Brad around hearing me tell Bev what the price of my cooperation was going to be.

Barb looked at me for several seconds and then said, "Okay. Call her and set it up."

I called Bev and asked her to meet me after work for a drink. She met me at Bud's Bar and I went right to it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely."

"Why me?"

"Truth time?"

"Of course."

"Everything I've read on the subject says that the more intense the sex the better the chance of it taking. I remember how hot the sex was when you and I were fuck buddies and I don't mind telling you that even though I love my sister to death if you had shown any indication of wanting to I would have been fucking you for years now."

"You would cheat n Brad?"

"Brad is a great husband and he will be a great father and I do love him dearly, but in bed he is a bit lacking. He won't do my ass or eat my pussy. He has a marvelous cock and he can fuck for hours, but I long for a cock in my mouth and butt. Those are things you seemed to like so naturally I thought of you when Brad floated the ides of letting another man breed me to give me the kids I want. It took me months of working on Barb to get her to the point of thinking that it was her idea and to get her to present it to you."

"So I don't just shoot all of my cum into your pussy? I get your ass too?"

"And my mouth, ears and nostrils if you want. Find a hole lover and if you can get it in I'll take it."

"When do you want to do it?"

"I'd like to start right now, but unfortunately both Brad and Barb know when my fertile time comes around. I want to do it the day before my most fertile time, the day itself and the day after so plan on next Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Also bring plenty of lube. My ass hasn't seen a cock since the last time you were there."

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When I got home Barb asked me how things had gone and I told her that we had set things up for the coming week.

"I hadn't thought that I would be hurting myself when I set this up."

"Hurting yourself? How?"

"I'm going to have to leave you alone so that your balls will be good and full for Bev."

I thought she was joking, but she wasn't. She would not make love with me and she said it wouldn't be until after I had taken care of Bev that she would let me into her honey pot so naturally I was primed and ready when I rang Bev's doorbell on Monday evening.

As I stood there waiting for the bell to be answered I had a thought. During the talk with Bev and during the wait until I showed up to perform I hadn't given any thought to Brad. Was he going to be there? And if so was he going to watch? Knowing how he felt about oral and anal would Bev still let me do it while he was in the room?

I needn't have worried. When Bev answered the door she said:

"I was hoping that you would have gotten here earlier. I sent Brad off to his mother's two hours ago. That is two hours lost so you are going to have to work hard to make up for it."

She had answered the door naked except for a pair of high heels and she grabbed my hand and pulled me along to her bedroom. She helped me strip and then she got on the bed, spread her legs and said:

"Feast on me lover. My clit has missed your mouth and tongue."

Happy to oblige I got on the bed and went to work on Bev's honey pot. I brought her to orgasm and then she said:

"Now my ass lover; take my ass."

"Don't you want my first couple of shots in your pussy? Can't make babies if my cum is in your ass."

"We have three days to make babies. All I've thought about since we talked the other day is finally having a hard one in my ass after so long."

While I went over to my pants to get the KY Bev got on her hands and knees and said:

"Hurry lover. I need it."

I used the KY and worked on her butt hole with my thumb and fingers until I thought she would be ready and then I lubed up my cock and started working it into her tight ass.

"Oh Christ, oh sweet fucking Jesus have I ever missed this" she moaned as I worked my way into her. Once I was all the way in she moaned:

"Fuck me lover. Fuck my ass hard and make me cum."

And I did. I fucked her hard and I made her cum and then I came. As I pulled my dripping cock out of Bev's ass I heard hand clapping and:

"Bravo, bravo; an award winning performance."

I looked over my shoulder and saw a naked Barb standing there with a video camera pointing at Bev and me and a naked Brad was standing next to her with his Beretta 92F in his hand.

"Just grab your clothes and go hoss. Nothing here for you but hurt" he said.

Then Barb said, "We will leave the window open if you want to go around behind the house and look in and watch Brad fuck the ass that I would never let you have."

I stopped in the living room and put on my clothes and then while the three backstabbing assholes kept themselves occupied I moved quietly into Brad's home office and unlocked the window. Curiosity got the best of me and when I left the house I did walk around back and look in the window. Barb was on her hands and knees and was facing the window almost like she knew that I would come and look. Brad was fucking her from behind while Bev sucked on her right breast. The window was partial open and I heard Barb say:

"I really love it in my ass, but you never knew that did you?"

All I could do was stand there and ask, "Why?"

"Remember that pre-nup we signed? If either one of us cheated the cheater had to give up everything? I don't have a trust fund. Never did. We had to wait for your father to die and for you to inherit, but I have you on tape committing adultery. Goodbye doofus! Fuck me Brad; fuck meeee" se screamed as I shook my head in disgust and headed home.

Along the way I realized that Barb hadn't been helping Bev with Tupperware parties. The nights were no doubt spent with Bev and Brad. I wondered what I had done to either Bev or Barb for them to do what they were doing to me. Then a really bad thought hit me. I had no idea how long it had been going on. I was going to have to have a DNA test done on the kids.

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When I got home I asked Christie, our baby sitter, if she could stay a couple more hours and she said she would. I headed down to the basement and got my Colt 1911A1 out of the gun safe. I inserted a full clip and racked the slide to seat the first round and then I went up to the master bedroom and got the video camera out of the closet. I made sure that the battery had enough left in it and then I inserted a fresh tape.

Next stop was the junk drawer in the kitchen where I got the key to their house that Brad had given me. We had exchanged keys so we could keep watch on each others houses while on vacations or the like. One or the other - he key or the unlocked window - would get me back into the house.

Armed with gun, camera and key I headed for my about to be ex in laws house. We only lived five minutes away so I was back in less than twenty. They had locked the door after I'd left, but they had apparently forgotten that they had given me a key. Either that or they thought that I would be afraid to come back since Brad had a gun.

I entered the house and being as quiet as I was able I moved toward the bedroom. I needn't have bothered. The noise they were making would have covered any sounds that I might have made. I admit that hearing my wife cry out, "Oh God baby; I love your cock in my ass" cut me to the quick, but I shook it off.

I had the video camera running as I approached the bedroom door and I got about three minutes footage of the three of them playing before they noticed me. My wife was still in the doggie position and as Brad packed her shit Bev was alternating between sucking Barb's right and left tits. I saw Brad's gun and the video camera on the dresser.

Barb was the first to see me and she cried out, "What the fuck is he doing here?"

Brad had been looking down at his dick slicing into Barb's ass and when Barb cried out he looked up and saw me. I saw him look over to where his gun was and he started to pull out of Barb's ass to make a move to get to the gun, but the loud bark of the Colt .45 and disintegration of the clock radio on the bedside table as the bullet sent pieces of it flying everywhere stopped everyone in their tracks.

The sudden stench of shit and piss as one or more of the three was literally scared shitless was an added benefit that pleased me greatly. I held the .45 on Brad as I went over to the dresser. Barb was crying and begging me not to kill her and I ignored her as I picked up Brad's gun and the camera. I checked to make sure that they hadn't taken the tape out of the camera and then I slowly backed out of the room. When I reached the doorway I stopped and said:

"Given all the time you three have known me I'm surprised that you never learned one simple truth. It isn't nice to fuck with Bobby. It is something that you don't ever want to do. Don't bother coming home Barb. Oh, and by the way, thank you for the pre-nup that you insisted on. See you in court.