The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“No, not Carl’s, and she’ll be giving it up as soon as it’s born. Carl won’t have to raise another man’s child.” At least, not this one, I thought, though I kept that to myself. They moved on with me introducing Brigitte. Quinn was already known to everyone from the ceremony.

Sean came through the line. “Wow, that was some wedding,” he said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“I’m not sure anyone ever has,” I agreed. “I never expected to see one like it, and I’ve seen some strange stuff. I’ll be sitting with you, so find a seat with Alicia and save me and Brigitte seats.”

“You’re not sitting with the wedding party?”

“Nope, sitting with you. The head table only has room for the happy couple, their parents, Eva, and Dani’s brother, Henry, Jr. and Carl’s two brothers. The rest of us are mingling.”

“Good, I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to see you. I thought maybe the dance. In that case, let me give you this.”

He handed me a sealed envelope.

“What’s this?”

“You’ll know when you open it. Do it later.”

“Okay. I hope you don’t expect me to dance too much, because of my clunkiness, but feel free to trip the light fantastic with Alicia. She’s raring to go.”

He found Alicia and they found a table for six, saving two of the seats. My parents took the other two. I think Alicia introduced them, though I wasn’t sure. Maybe he introduced himself. Sean was good like that.

Rene and Sasha had also attended the wedding, After all, they had a lot of breeders here. They found seats near Sean so they could see him. I could see him stand up and greet them. What a pleasant young man. I really did like him.

It hadn’t been a huge wedding, around sixty guests, so it wasn’t long before I found my way to my boyfriend. I guess I could officially call him that, since I wasn’t fucking any other men any more. Quinn and Isabelle sat with Rene and Sasha. Rose was seated with the Bonifays, since they all spoke French.

I greeted him with a quick kiss. “Did you meet my parents, Sean?” I asked.

“I did,” he replied. “I introduced myself when they sat down.”

Brigitte thoroughly kissed Mom and Dad, and that surprised Sean. I saw the shock on his face.

“My Mom and Dad are in an open marriage. In fact, Brigitte’s baby is my father’s child. She can’t keep it so my parents are going to raise it. Her pregnancy was an accident. She thought she stopped having sex before she became fertile, but apparently not soon enough.”

He couldn’t get any words out for some time as he processed that. Finally, he said to Mom, “You’re okay with that?”

“I was always disappointed I couldn’t have any more children after Jessica. While we’re older now, I’m happy that Simon can have another child. I’ve had sex with other people as well. I just can’t get pregnant any longer. It’s quite all right. Brigitte is a wonderful person and I’m happy to raise their child.”

“It kind of explains a little more about me, doesn’t it?” I asked him.

“I guess.”

Dad said, “It’s not what you might think, Sean. Until eight months ago, we were like any other couple, maybe even more so. We’ve never cheated on one another. We love each other deeply. Neither of us has done anything that our spouse hasn’t known about and approved. We don’t randomly go around having sex with other people. It’s not like that at all. It’s something we do together, or not at all. If you’re concerned that the apple won’t fall far from the tree, don’t worry. Jessica won’t have sex with anyone you don’t approve of. She’ll wait for the gardener to pluck her from the tree and hand her to someone else. You’re the gardener. She hasn’t even had sex with Alicia. She’s waiting for you to give her the okay. She won’t go behind your back.”

Sean looked at me and I nodded.

“I haven’t had sex with anyone but you since we started having sex. We’ve kissed, but nothing more. You may have noticed how desperate I seem when I’m with you. There’s a reason for that. It’s a good thing that Brigitte has Angela, or she’d be as desperate as I am.”

“Doesn’t she have Alicia?”

“Alicia has been spending the night with my parents. Keeps temptation away from me.”

“So you are tempted?”

“Look at her. Aren’t you?” Sean grinned sheepishly. “Try living with her running around naked all the time. I’ll bet you would have succumbed to her womanly charms. I haven’t confused you for a saint yet, even as nice as you are.”

Sean laughed. “No one’s ever accused me of being a saint.”

I opened the envelope he’d handed me. Seeing it, I threw my arms around him kissing him madly.

“What is it?” Mom asked.

“A clean bill of health,” I said. “It means we can fuck without condoms and he’s going to be my exclusive, my one and only except for Alicia and Brigitte. You do plan on fucking them, don’t you?”

“I guess. If you’re sure it’s really what you want.”

I kissed him again. “I got a room at the hotel tonight. I’m hoping that you will let Alicia and me keep you up half the night, and I can finally see what she tastes like, even if it’s with your cum in her pussy.”

“Yay,” Alicia said. She planted a big wet one on Sean’s lips.

“Don’t worry, Sean,” Dad said. “I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.”

I was pretty sure he would too. He had no clue how good wolf sex could be. He’d be finding out tonight. He was going to get my ass tonight. I’d cleaned it out just for him. Alicia’s too, just in case.

I should mention that when we sat down, the napkins at the tables were different. They showed the female symbol, the circle with the cross, being penetrated by three male symbols, with large arrows, two in back and one in front, while a small male symbol with a limp arrow hovered off to the side. The wedding cake, set as a centerpiece in the room, showed an imposing male figure, with a collar and leash on the female, who knelt at his feet, while another male stood forlornly off to the side. If that wasn’t clear enough, they were labeled Master, Slut Slave and Cuckold. I doubted there was anyone over the age of ten who didn’t know what was implied by the symbolism. Whoever had arranged it was making Carl’s status in his own marriage painfully clear, but he’s the one who told Dani to let the groomsmen sleep with her on their wedding night, so maybe it was all him.

It was a tasty meal. Champagne flowed though neither Brigitte and I could partake. Alicia didn’t drink much either. Most wolves I’d seen didn’t. Enough to be sociable, but never a lot. At some point, Sean asked where Dani and Carl were going on their honeymoon.

“Someplace warm. A nude resort in Jamaica,” I said. “Tony and Lisette are going with for Dani’s protection. Quinn has instructed Dani she needs to fuck a different man every day before Carl can fuck her. Tony will ensure that it’s only one, and that he wears protection. Then Tony will fuck her, and Carl has to lick the semen out of her before he can fuck her every day. Lisette has to take photos or movies and send it to Quinn to ensure it happens, or Carl won’t get to fuck her again for a month.”

“I don’t understand that. Do you understand that Mr. Huppert?” Sean asked.

“Not to the extent that Carl does it, no. I can’t imagine giving up sex with my wife for a month, or having to wait for another man to fuck her before I could. But having seen Anita with other men, there is an element of arousal in watching her take pleasure in the arms of another man. It’s a little like watching a porn movie featuring someone you know. There’s also jealousy, some humiliation, perhaps, but the one thing that would make it unbearable, is fear. Being afraid of losing her. I couldn’t have done anything like Carl just starting our marriage. I’d be afraid of what might happen, but once the fear of losing Anita was removed, the other emotions aren’t as bad.”

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“Knowing that she loves me and would never do anything to purposely hurt me, that she’ll only do what I allow her to, and nothing more. That trust took years to develop, which is why I couldn’t have done what I’m doing now when I was Carl’s age. Anita earned my trust and I earned hers. We trust our love will remain strong, no matter what we do.”

“Do you trust me not to hurt you, Jessica?” Sean asked.

“I’m about to find out. You seem genuinely nice and kind. You can’t hurt me by having sex with Brigitte or Alicia, because I’m giving you permission to have sex with them. I trust that they’re not going to run off with you, for a lot of reasons. Theoretically, if you get to have sex with three hot women willing to do just about anything you want, you’d have very little reason to stray. Doesn’t mean you won’t, but it certainly wouldn’t be because you’re not getting enough sex. There are other reasons for relationships to fall apart, and we’ll have to see how things progress in the long run, but I’m certainly leaning toward a long run. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Explain.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at Quinn sometimes, and it scares me. I know there’s something there. Is there?”

“I care more for Quinn than anyone I’ve ever cared for before. At the moment, more than you, but I can’t marry Quinn, ever, for reasons I can’t even begin to tell you. Knowing that I can’t, means I need to look elsewhere. What I can promise you, is that from the moment I started having sex with you, Quinn was out of the picture. I won’t be with him anymore. I won’t be with any man anymore but you, until either of us decides that it’s not working. We can only see where our relationship goes, but I won’t leave you for Quinn, and that I promise.”

“So, I’m a rebound?”

“Not a rebound. We were never a couple who broke up. We were a ‘never was’ and ‘never could be’. We fucked, and I cared for him, but we weren’t a couple. We didn’t date. The longest period of time I spent with him was on my road trip, and even then, he wasn’t the only person I had sex with. In fact, nine months ago, I hated him. He was a surly, grumpy, misogynist asshole who almost everyone detested. I almost cut his throat because he was such a prick.”