The Birthday Party Surprise

My wife Liz and I were on our way to my best friend's birthday party. Joe and I grew up next door to each other, we spent so much time together, people thought we were brothers. We met our future brides at the same time, the girls turned out to be roommates like Joe and I. We spent the last two year of college living together in the two bedroom apartment Joe and I had been renting and had a joint wedding two years later.

Joe's wife Marge always put on a big party for Joe on his birthday, top notch caterer, bar tender and a DJ. Usually, kids were invited and Marge would hire a lifeguard to watch the kids. This year she said no kids because she had a special surprise for Joe that would be inappropriate for kids. We all assumed it was a stripper.

I knew most of the guests really well, Joe's sister Jesse was there but Joe's parents weren't because they were babysitting. Joe and I ran a small company and several of our staff were there.

Marge seemed out of sorts as I greeted her, she said, "Jack, please stay for a bit after everyone leaves."

It was odd because Liz and I always were the last to leave but I nodded ok.

The food was delicious and every so often I looked over at Liz to make sure she was ok.

It was time for cake, the caterer rolled it out and we started to gather around to sing happy birthday when two women entered the backyard. The were beautiful, almost twins with long dark hair, dressed like the 'men in black' and carrying briefcases.

"Ladies and gentlemen," announced Marge, "It's time for the surprise I promised."

She nodded to the two women and I expected music and a strip show. Instead, one of the women approached Joe, handed him a manilla envelop and said, "you have been served."

A hush fell over the celebration, and then the second woman approached Liz, handed her another envelop and told Liz she had been served. Liz was staring at me across the pool, tears were flowing down her face.

Marge spoke, "Joe has never truly deleted an email, while trying to troubleshoot our old desktop, I realized Joe's old emails were the problem. Many of you know that Liz and Jack were living together in the same apartment Joe and I lived in. Jack and I had early classes on Tuesday and Thursday and while we were in class, Liz and Joe were fucking each other's brains out. It was not limited to those two days."

I looked over at Liz, she was still staring at me crying. She was holding the envelope in her left hand at a 90 degree angle, just like when it was handed to her.

Marge continued, "I don't want to go into all the details but I need to discuss two more incidents. As our joint wedding approached, Liz and Joe decided that they would end their little fuck fest after one more bang the night before our wedding. Liz emailed Joe that next day saying he wrecked her pussy and there was no way she could let Jack fuck her on her wedding night, so Joe got Jack too drunk to perform."

"The second big incident occurred when we were trying to have children. Joe got me pregnant right away, and I had my baby before Liz was able to get pregnant. She was afraid Jack was shooting blanks so she arranged for Joe to impregnate her. People always thought Jack and Joe were brothers so no one would notice. And when it was time for a second, Liz went right to Joe. Jack and Joe do look alike, but if you look closely, Jack and Liz both have detached earlobes unlike Joe and Liz's children. She also had a DNA test done to prove they were Joe's kids. Sorry Jack."

Liz was still standing there holding the envelope, crying and staring at me. I walked over to her, she continued to stare where I had been standing. I took her left hand and removed her wedding and engagement rings, as I slipped them in my pocket, Liz peed herself.

The party turned to chaos, people arguing over the way Marge handled her husband's infidelity. Some of my staff came up to me to offer some support and I told them they should start looking for a new job. Marge had recorded her soliloquy and sent a copy to all the guests and others along with dozens of emails between Joe and Liz. In the chaos I was able to slip out while leaving Liz there as I headed home.

Once in what had been my home, I grabbed a glass of scotch and sat in what had been my favorite chair. In what may have been fifteen minutes, my whole life had been shredded. Joe's sister Jesse had come in and I didn't notice her, she took my empty scotch glass and refilled it. She was talking on the phone to someone, all I caught was she didn't want to leave me alone.

Jesse was Joe's younger sister by about three years. My mother would tease me that Jesse liked me but I thought of her more like a sister. I did take her to her senior prom because no one else asked her. She was always pretty but didn't develop until she was in college.

At one point she was arguing with her parents I think. Jesse wanted them to pick up Joe before Marge had him arrested for violating the restraining order. It seems Joe was still glued to the chair he sat in after receiving the divorce papers. I was impressed by Jesse's strong will and her parents caved quickly.

Somewhere between the second and third glass of scotch, Jesse warned me not to read the emails Marge had sent out.

Jesse continued to hover around me, keeping my glass full. She grabbed the glass out of my hand as I started to nod off. You know how when you've been sitting and drinking heavily, the alcohol smacks you upside your head when you stand up. Fortunately, Jesse had a hold on me and guided me up the stairs to my bed. She helped me undress down to my boxers and was trying to get me to lay down until I was able to tell her I had to pee. Jesse helped me into the bathroom and held my dick while I peed. Then she put me in bed and sat down on Liz's makeup chair as I fell asleep.

The morning sucked, my head throbbed and what had been my life flashed before my eyes. Jesse was still there, she helped me up and gave me a couple of Tylenol. She helped me put on a pair of sweats and then helped me downstairs where she had coffee and breakfast waiting for me. I ate like I was eating my last meal before my execution, before I had to face up to the reality that I had been a cuckold forever and had been raising another man's bastard children and the whole world knew.

The floodgates opened and I found myself in Jesse's arms as I cried on her shoulder. She didn't say anything, just held me. I finally got myself under control and Jesse handed me a fresh cup of coffee.

"God I'm a mess and my life is a mess. Thank you for taking care of me Jesse."

"I'm a nurse Jack, that's what I do, take care of people."

"Does that include holding their penis while they pee?"

"That is certainly better that cleaning their pee when they miss," she said with a smile.

My mind was still running in circles when my cell started ringing, it was Liz's father wanting to know when we were going to pick up the kids. I said, "not my kids, not my monkeys and not my circus," before hanging up on him.

A half hour later Liz's mother called, wanting to know why I didn't tell them their daughter was in the hospital and wanting to know if I was with her. I said, "Not my slut daughter, not my monkeys and not my circus," before hanging up on her.

Liz's father immediately called back, Jesse picked up my phone, gave me a look and I gave her my password. All I heard was her side of the conversation:

"No, you listen asshole, I'm not going to put him on. What I am going to do is send you a video and some supporting emails, after you read them and know what you're talking about, maybe I'll put him on. Don't call back within the next 60 minutes because I'll know you didn't have time to comprehend your slut daughter's fuck up. No, you're the asshole."

With that, she hung up.

"Was he always such an asshole? Never mind, what's important is that Liz may have had some type of nervous breakdown yesterday. You saw how unresponsive she was when you removed her rings, not to mention peeing herself, well she never came out of that. Marge eventually called 911. She's in the hospital in a catatonic state. Your father-in-law wanted to know why you weren't by her side."

The phone rang again, Jesse answered and said ok and then ended the call.

"That was your company's lawyer, he heard you tell your staff to start looking for a new job and he wants to discuss it. He'll be here in an hour. What are you going to do about your company?"

"Yesterday I was planning on leaving the company, I could never work with your brother again. Awhile back one of our competitors offered me a very nice package to jump ship and work with him, including full partnership. I'm going to call him to see if the offer is still open"

"Jack, everyone knows that you are the only reason your company makes any money. You will be screwing over all those people who have worked for you and their families. Buy my brother out, he knows if you leave, he's fucked. That's why I called the lawyer."

Jesse surprised me by calling him, and she had a point about screwing our staff over. I always tried to treat everybody like family. Jesse wanted me to get a shower, I had no initiative to do anything. Another glass of scotch would help me but I couldn't find the bottle.

"I hid it Jack," said Jesse. "You had a good drunk on last night and you have too many decisions to make today to start drinking before 10. Now go get in the shower."

I did as I was told. The shower actually felt wonderful and helped me set up some priorities. First I needed to email my employees and ask them to stay with me. Second I needed to work out things with the company's lawyer and then what to do with Liz, there were no other options besides divorce and she could take her kids with her. I would miss them. You fall in love with kids, that's how they survive.

The lawyer was at my door when I got out.

James, as he liked to be called since he passed the bar, went to high school with Joe and I. He was the smartest kid in our school, James went to law school while Joe and I studied engineering in college. Since he was at yesterday's party, he was fully aware of the shit storm Marge released.

James came prepared, he had our financials and copies of all our active contracts.

He started with an 'I'm sorry' and then got serious.

"Jack, I understand why you would want to walk away but that would be a disaster on a biblical scale. You have a dozen contracts here and the default clauses would bury you in debt for a decade. My suggestion is you threaten Joe with leaving, he knows he could not continue the company without you. Then I suggest you buy him out for something small. Anything would be better than bankruptcy which would be certain if you left. I'm suggesting you offer him 10 grand. Of course, Marge would get half but he would end up with something."

"Make it so," I told him.

Then I sent an email to everyone in my company and included Marge's soliloquy. I told the staff that I was obviously upset yesterday and I didn't mean what I said and asked them to please stay with me. I also asked for a group meeting first thing Monday morning. James called to tell me he finally tracked down Joe who readily agreed to my offer.

Jesse was still mothering me a week later, she was on midnight shift and would come over after work and have my coffee and breakfast waiting for me when I got up. Some mornings I would wake up feeling emotionally bankrupt with no desire to shower or shave. Jesse insisted that I do so or she would give me a sponge bath. According to Jesse, there were a shitload of people counting on me and I had to at least look like I had my shit together.

On one of those days, I came home and found Jesse sleeping in my bed laying on her side. She was wearing a little sleep outfit, most of her ass cheeks were visible and her top barely covered her nipples. I was staring, realizing she was beautiful and then noticed her eyes were open.

"Sorry," she said. "I was too tired to drive home this morning. I hope you don't mind that I slept in your bed."

"Not at all Jesse, let me make you dinner tonight, and yes I know how to cook."

That became the norm, Jesse would come over after her midnight shift and make breakfast for me. She would sleep in my bed while I was at work and then I would make dinner, or we would eat out.

The only problem is what she was wearing when she was sleeping. Sometimes it was little sleep outfits like that first evening. Often it was a pair of panties and some spaghetti top that barely concealed her tits. I found myself frequently sitting in Liz's makeup chair just staring at her. I liked when she was on her side so I could see her beautiful ass. I liked when she slept on her back, her legs slightly spread and her shear panties left no doubt that her pussy was shaved. And then she would open her eyes and smile as I adored her body.

Two weeks after Marge's soliloquy, Liz was still unresponsive in the hospital. Her parents were past worried. It was a Saturday when Jesse asked me to go see Liz in the hospital. There was hope I could bring her out of it. I had no desire to see her again and really didn't care about her. My divorce lawyer said she was mentally incompetent so I would not be able to divorce her until her father was granted guardianship or she woke up. Her father and mother both called me that morning pleading with me to go. So, Jesse and I went to the hospital.

Jesse had to visit her brother, seems people kept kicking his ass. Jesse said he violated the bro code by fucking his best friend's wife and there were a lot of people intent on enforcing it. Jesse said she tried to get him to stop going out to bars but Joe said he earned every punch or kick her received.

Seeing Liz in the hospital bed was shocking with all the tubes hooked up to her. She was still unresponsive. My emotions cycled between hate and pity. Jesse joined me a few minutes later and suggested I hold Liz's hand. While I held her hand, my mind cycled through all my dreams for our future, dreams that were never going to come true. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand and looked up at Liz, she was staring at me and crying. Jesse raced out to the nurse's desk and soon doctors and nurses were ushering us out of the room.

The doctors came out and said Liz wanted to talk to me. She started trying to say something but I asked her to stop.

"Liz, you need to get out of this bed and take care of your children, then we can talk."

"Promise me Jack, promise me you'll talk to me."

"I promise Liz."

The next morning, I woke up to Jesse staring down at me.

"That was incredibly compassionate of you yesterday Jack. Everyone is singing praises to your name."

Jesse reached down and kissed my forehead. And that's how she woke me up every morning after that while she was on mild night shift.

Four weeks after the soliloquy, Jesse was driving me crazy because she was sleeping in nearly transparent lingerie when I came in. I continued to sit in Liz's makeup chair just staring at Jesse until she opened her eyes and smiled at me. She would yawn as she woke up, pushing her tits through the semitransparent material of her top and spreading her legs.

The following Saturday I was off and sleeping late. While I was sleeping, Jesse came in from work, changed into her sleepwear and laid down next to me. I woke up to spooning Jesse as she held my hand to her chest. I had no idea how we got into that position but I loved her smell which was giving me an erection, an erection that was pressed between Jesse's ass cheeks. Jesse did a little wiggle and pressed her ass against me as she kissed my hand.

I started kissing the back of her neck as Jesse took my hand and placed it on her breast. After a couple of squeezes she rolled over to face me and we began kissing. I had my hands on Jesse's ass, she had managed to pull my cock out of my shorts and was stroking me. She rubbed my cock over her pussy through her panties and then ran out of the room.

Jesse was curled up into a ball on the couch when I found her, she was crying. After a struggle, I was able to take her into my arms.

"I'm sorry Jack, I thought I would be able to. In my freshman year at college, a guy raped me using a date rape drug. I can remember almost everything, especially the feeling of helplessness as I was unable to move. He was gloating about taking my virginity. As soon as I could move, I reported him to the police. The semen sample from the rubber he used and drug test were enough to arrest him and the warrant found more date rape pills in his dorm room. He ended up pleading guilty, ratted out his supplier and was sentenced to five years in prison but was killed after the first year."

With that she started crying again. I was holding her in my arms as she cried. Eventually she calmed down, as she looked up at me I kissed her. One kiss turned to a second and then deeper kisses.

"Jack, I'm going to get your launch cycle going or whatever you call it and leave you disappointed again."

"Let me worry about me Jesse." I picked her up and carried her into my bed.

We went back to kissing as I played with her breast. After pulling off the sleeper, I started sucking on her tits, making her moan.

"I've been waiting since my senior prom for you to do that Jack, don't stop."

As I sucked on her tits, I slid my hand into her panties and found her very wet pussy. Jesse pulled me into a kiss as two of my fingers started rubbing between her pussy lips, occasionally sliding over her clit. It wasn't long before Jesse started bucking her hips in the air while holding my hand against her pussy. She rolled over onto her side as her orgasm flowed through her.

"That's the first time someone besides me made me cum and it felt so much better.

What can I do for you Jack?"

"What I really want is to taste you Jesse, every day I come home from work and watch you sleep, admiring how beautiful you are and dreaming of how you would taste."

As I was talking, I was sliding down Jesse's body and sliding off her panties. But first I had to smell her, her scent made my cock ache. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, Jesse bucked and put her hands behind my head. It didn't take long for her to start coming again. She pushed me away from her pussy and pulled me up for a kiss.

"So that's the way I taste. Did you like it, was it everything you dreamed of?"

"Yes Jesse."

"I would like to return the favor but I never gave a blowjob before, will you be patient with me?"

"Of course, how do you want to do this?"

"I want you to stand up Jack and I want you to tell me what you like."

I did as I was told, Jesse threw a pillow at my feet and knelt before me. She slid my sleeping shorts down and my cock sprung free. Jesse took it into her hands and started kissing the sides and bottom, and then the head. She slowly sucked my cock into her mouth.

Occasionally she would stop and ask is she was doing okay, for someone who never gave a blow job before she was doing a really good job. I was getting ready to cum and I warned her. That just made her suck harder and she told me she wanted me to come in her mouth. Just hearing her say it had me coming soon after. She was unprepared as I unloaded into her mouth, she coughed, my come was running down her chin and over her hands as she tried to swallow.

Afterwards, we were spooning again and I complimented her, "For someone who never gave a blowjob before, that was pretty fantastic."

"I have been watching 'how to' videos and practicing. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I love you Jack, always have. I was disappointed that you didn't try anything after my prom. That was the worst part of the rape, I was saving myself for you and that asshole stole it."

"I love you Jesse, god where would I be without you in my life."

"What are we going to do about intercourse Jack? I've always dreamed about having you inside me."

"I don't know Jesse, maybe some counseling for the two of us. I also think that with the two of us being intimate like this morning might make things easier."

"You'll be patient with me Jack."

"I will Jesse, I also want a sperm count, I want to know if I can father children. I love you Jesse and I think it's important we find that out."

"I can arrange it at the hospital when I go on day shift next week, I can even help collect the sample," she said with a grin.

Jesse was with me when I got the results of the sample that showed I had an average sperm count and the doctor saw no reason why I couldn't get a woman pregnant. I explained what happened with Liz.

The doctor said. "There's a hundred reasons why you didn't get Liz pregnant and someone else could. The obvious reason is what position you had intercourse. If the woman is on top, most of your sperm will follow the rules of gravity, the same rules apply if your using the standard missionary position. It's actually recommended that a woman keep her legs in the air to give gravity more opportunity to work."

I was quiet as we drove home from the doctor's office. When we entered the house, I sat in my chair and Jesse brought me a glass of scotch. She sat on the floor, leaning against my leg and looking up at me.

"Talk to me Jack, what are you thinking?"

"Jesse always preferred reverse cowgirl, where she was on top facing away from me. That wasn't the only position we used but I don't really remember. Do you think she knew that our chances were better if she was on the bottom?"

"I think it's pretty common knowledge and if she didn't know it before hand, she would have found out once you guys experienced problems. I am sorry Jack."

It seemed like I was getting over Marge's soliloquy when this news ripped the scab off.

Jesse let me sulk, I cried off and on and she held me. She cut me off after the second glass of scotch and helped me to bed.

I was spooning Jesse when she said, "It's not all bad news Jack, it means you can put a baby in me which is what I've wanted since I learned how babies are made."

"We should get married first Jesse, and I need to be divorced before we get married."

"It's too soon Jack, not that I wouldn't marry you, but I don't want you to marry me while you're on the rebound from one of the most evil women on the planet."

Jesse kissed my hand and said good night.

I laid there wondering if Liz was always so evil, what did I miss while we were dating. I was completely oblivious that she was fucking Joe while we were still in college. I knew Liz was out of the hospital and living with the kids at her parent's house.

Maybe as a coincidence, Liz remined me that I promised I would talk to her when she was out of the hospital. There was a debate about who would be present. I always assumed it would be just the two of us but her parents wanted to be there. When Jesse found out Liz's parents would be there, she wanted to be there so I would have some support. Dozens of texts flew back and forth, the lawyers were insisting that they be there, Liz's counselor wanted to be there. And then there was the discussion on where.

I didn't care too much about where, this conversation was going to be very painful for me so I wanted it as private as possible. I did demand that Liz's children not be anywhere near me. And that's how I referred to them, Liz's children. That sparked a bunch of recriminations from Liz's parents on how I could be so cold. Jesse, who had been quiet during the text messages blew up on that one.

We finally agreed that Liz, her parents, Jesse and I would meet in her counselors office. The counselor would not be present but she would be available in case Liz started to slip back into a catatonic state.

Liz started the conversation, "I am sorry Jack how I screwed you over and I really did or do love you even though my actions would seem the opposite. I also had feelings for Joe, I don't think it was love but I could never say no to him. I let him fuck me a week after the four of us met and never said no to him after that. There were a dozen other woman during the course of relationship that couldn't say no to Joe. He wasn't bigger or better in bed than you, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't say no. When he pressured me to let him become the father of my babies I still couldn't say no. I prayed that you were the father which was why I had the paternity tests done."

"I'm glad you found Jesse, I knew she always loved you. You could see the way she looked at you. I truly regret how I treated you and I strongly believe in karma. Just like Joe who can't walk out of his house with someone beating the shit out of him, I know it's just a matter of time before I pay for my sins. Thank you Jack for giving me this opportunity to talk to you."

Liz folded up the papers she had been reading from and left the room.

Liz's father handed me a copy of her counter proposal to my divorce papers, she wanted nothing, none of the business, none of the house, no support for her or the children. They left me and Jesse sitting there. Neither one of us spoke during the meeting.

I was left with a strange feeling, like I had been waiting for a fight with my arch enemy and he didn't show up or took a dive. Jesse and I were both quiet on the way home and as we changed for bed.

As we laid down in bed, Jesse put her head on my chest and said, "in a way I feel sorry for Liz. My brother has always been a master manipulator without any remorse for the hurt he left in his wake. There were many women he seduced and then discarded when he was bored with them. I always thought he would consider Liz off limits. Marge made in sound like it was Liz's idea that Joe father her children but it was really my brother. Maybe now he's finally seen the pain he's caused which is why he doesn't shy away from getting his ass whooped."

Joe took more than an ass whooping a few weeks later when he was repeatedly knifed by a group of men in ski masks. The rumor mills were suggesting that Marge had him killed. Joe was always heavily insured so the policy would pay way more than his earning potential. There was no funeral for Joe, his parents had him cremated and no one discussed what happened to his ashes.

Liz and the kids moved to another state to go live with her aunt. We never spoke again.

After Jesse's first blow job, she was addicted to sucking my cock. First thing most mornings and last thing every evening. I would be sitting at the table reading the paper and Jesse would climbed underneath the table and start sucking me. She continued to watch how to videos and was soon able to deep throat me.

One unremarkable night, I had just licked Jesse to orgasm and she went down on me while I was laying on my back. Jesse took her mouth off my cock, moved up my body and guided my cock into her pussy. She laid on top of me, gently rocking back and forth with tears in her eyes.

"May I drive Jesse?"

"Please do lover."

We made passionate love, stopping to kiss off and on, I played with her tits, we went back to making love and she asked me to put a baby in her. I stopped and looked at her.

"Not now silly, I am on the pill, but I do want you to put a baby in me."

"You'll have to marry me first Jesse."

"When are you going to ask me and it better not be when you're dick is inside me, I want something a little more romantic," she said with a smile.

Six months later we were married in a very small wedding and six months later we had the first of our three children. Jesse had DNA test done on all three to erase any doubts in my mind, not that I would admit to any doubts.