The Father, the Son and the Ruby

Byron had been thinking about Ruby all day. He was exhilarant to get home and find her clothed in a short, champagne silk robe. She had just taken a bath and smelled like lavender, seducing his olfactory as she did his loins.

He pulled her slender waist for their customary evening kiss. “You taste even better than you smell,” he said before dropping his briefcase to the floor. As he tossed her to the nearby king size bed, her robe flung open, leaving her glorious body exposed. Her slender figure bore some natural DD breasts that drooped to accommodate their size, but remained perky.

Byron crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, revealing his evening delicacy. Before licking her pussy, he used one of his thumbs to rub her clit gently. Before long, he replaced his thumb with his tongue.

“Mmmmm…” he moaned.

She tasted even better than she smelled. Salivating on her pussy, Byron moaned and pulled her pelvis towards him so his mouth could have full access to her pussy. After Ruby's pussy had pulsed to an orgasm, Byron stood to unbutton his pants, after which he buried his dick inside of her. Between her legs, he plunged in and out of her until he came and collapsed onto her.

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“Hello Father,” Ruby began.

“Hello Dear,” he replied.

Ruby continues “Is it a sin to marry someone you don’t love?”

“That’s a new one,” he started. “I’m not sure that it qualifies as a sin in the eyes of God. So long as you are true to the vows you make before God.”

Releasing all the tension she had built up before her confession, she sighed. Byron, her boyfriend of one year had proposed to her, and she accepted. Not because she loves him, but because he loves her and treats her well. She figured she wouldn't do any better than him. He is twenty years her senior, but he looked strong for his age. He is established and gives her just about everything she wants.

“But...” Father continued “...If it weighs so heavily on you, you might want to spend some time talking to God about it.”

She nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Father,” she said before leaving the confessional.

The rest of that day she spent trying to picture a future with her new fiancé. “He is a good man,” she contended. “Maybe I can grow to love him,” she thought. Ruby hoped that she could reprogram herself to believe that she didn’t need the magic and passion she’d always dreamed of. “Those relationships don’t usually last anyway,” she argued.

Later that evening, she realized that she had spent all day in her mind. She needed a break, so she decided to get out of the house.

In no hurry, she got dressed. Dressing for a high-end rooftop bar, she donned a cheetah print midi dress that clung to her body as closely as her red lipstick clung to her full lips. Her hips were on full display and accentuated by her slender waist. She was timeless in her appeal and her outfit that was completed with a pair of red stilettos and a black shoulder bag.

She walked into the bar with slow and deliberate steps, giving onlookers a choice to envy her or to desire her. Every time she walked into a room qualified as a kodak moment, almost like she is the star of a classic movie. Ruby made her way to the bar without concern for the eyes peering at her. She took a seat and made a gentle demand to be served with merely her presence. The bartender mixed her a Bourbon Sidecar without delay, as he, like everyone else, was struck by her.

The Bartender watched as men and women made their move on her. They were all unsuccessful. She had spent most of the evening fending off uncomfortable solicitations.

“Would you like some company?” A handsome, younger man had approached her.

His attitude and mannerisms were perfectly appropriate. He was inviting, but probing; respectful, but assertive. He made it easy for her to admit that though she usually prefers her own company, she wanted conversation -- anything to take her mind off her situation.

“I would actually,” she said. As he sat next to her, he introduced himself. “My name is Terrence.”

“I’m Ruby,” she returned.

“More than anything, I wanted to tell you that you’re stunning,” he smiled.

His smile brightened his face, making him even more inviting. He doesn’t seem like someone who smiles a lot, so when he does, it adds life to his face and the room.

“You have a nice smile,” she was moved to compliment him.

He thanked her, and they spent a considerable amount of time exchanging coquettish remarks. There was strong chemistry surging between them. They had a lot in common, as far as hobbies and interests were concerned, but the sexual connection was impossible for anyone in the room to ignore. It was even more undeniable for both of them.

He asked for her number at the end of the evening, and she was inclined to give it to him, but she didn't. It was not in her best interest to confuse her situation with a young, tall, handsome man. She knew that exchanging numbers would create more dissonance in her mind, making it difficult to achieve the clarity she needed.

He left that night disappointed, but he was respectful of her answer.

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“Hello, Father,” she began.

“I don’t have any sin to confess, but I do want to acknowledge that I passed what I consider a test last night. I met this man at a bar that I found undeniably attractive; he was a gentleman and the quintessential adonis. But when he asked for my number, I said, “No.” I didn’t feel like it was the best thing for me. I’ve been praying and asking God to give me a sign, so I want to stay focused and to remain open for when it presents itself.”

Father gave his input, but nothing profound enough to encourage more conversation or further insight. Later that evening, she cooked a special dinner for Byron. It was less about him and more about her passing her test. As part of her celebration, she fucked him more passionately that night than ever before.

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The following weekend, Ruby and Byron were expecting friends and family over to grill by the pool. It was early afternoon when everyone started arriving. Byron had assumed his role as the griller, and Ruby prepared the drinks and laid out the plates, cups, and utensils. She was the hostess -- running back and forth to accommodate her guests. The sun was out, and the air was light, so everyone was in the backyard by the pool, leaving the house empty. Ruby was the only one going in and out.

She ran back to the kitchen to find a younger man making his way through the house. He didn't seem out of place, so she assumed he was a relative of Bryon's. At first, Ruby didn't look at him hard enough to realize that he was the man from the bar. She recognized, however, that he was a younger version of Byron. He was the only one of Byron’s children that Ruby had not met because he spends a lot of time out of the country.

He smiled at her for a moment before realizing that Ruby is the woman his father intends to marry.

When his smile changed to express his disappointment, she then realized that he was the man from the bar.

“It’s nice to meet you officially,” she said, trying to loosen the air that had tightened between them.

He left her in silence and walked toward the pool to greet his father. She remained in the kitchen, observing the predicament that she was now in. Despite the laughter and celebration that ensued from his arrival, Ruby knew that Byron would call for her soon so she could meet his eldest.

She took a couple of minutes to compose herself, then walked out with the ice.

Byron introduced them without noticing the discomfort between them. They exchanged smiles and handshakes, so to the naked eye, everything was copacetic to Bryon, but Ruby and Terrence knew better.

Terrence was spending the next two weeks in the house with Ruby and Byron. Ruby figured that she would be fine when Byron is there, but that was a flawed plan considering that Byron spends so much time at work.

However, that was tomorrow’s problem. With an event to host, Ruby had to worry about getting through the soiree without losing her mind. Terrence didn’t talk to her for the rest of the evening. He settled into his guest room before everyone had left. She was thankful that she didn't see him until the next morning.

When she awoke, Byron was at work. She didn’t see or hear Terrence, so she assumed he was already out or that he was still asleep. Either way, she could get to the pool without an encounter.

Ruby didn’t realize that Terrence was watching her until she climbed out of the pool after her last lap in the pool. He was standing by the door -- distant, but observant.

Dripping and wrapped in her towel, Ruby was prepared to walk by without saying a word. But Terrence stopped her: “I know I have no right to be angry at you. But I am.”

“Why,” she asked.

“Because I have been thinking about you since I saw you last week. I was so happy to see you here until I realized why you were here.”

“I can understand that,” she replied. She left him standing in the door frame to wash off the chlorine and change into some loungewear.

When she came back downstairs, he had prepared them breakfast -- some scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit. They sat by the pool, ate, and talked the way they did that night. “This is going too well,” she thought. But she didn’t want to change anything. Instead, she engaged more intimately with him, and he got more comfortable with her.

For a while, they had forgotten their quandary. It was becoming more obvious that there was something between them. The sexual tension was increasingly palpable, but she couldn’t afford to be that girl: the girl who sleeps with the father and the son. Ruby tried to regain control of herself: “Terrence, I don’t want to lead you on. I am with Byron, and we’re getting married; I have to shut this down now.”

“So there’s something to shut down?”

She looked at him, appalled that he would be so audacious.

“You want me; I can tell.” There was a pause, during which Ruby jaw dropped, as she was struck by how bold he was.

“And I want you,” he added. “I love my Dad, and I don’t want to hurt him, but I don’t know if this is something I can control.” Ruby remained frozen as he stood and walked into the kitchen.

She sat by the pool for a moment. Then she was prompted to walk to her car and head to church.

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“Father, God is testing me.”

“How is God testing you?”

“The man I met at the bar showed up at my house over the weekend. He is my fiancé’s son.”

“God does have a sense of humor,” the Priest laughed. “What happened?”

“You would think it easier for me considering that the man at the bar is my stepson, but it’s not. I am still attracted to him, if not more. I feel guilty. To be honest, I don’t know what to do.”

“I cannot tell you what to do; this is your test. But I will encourage you to stay strong in your faith and to trust God through the process.”

She left feeling encouraged but having no idea what to do. Terrence’s appeal grew the more she thought about him.

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She got back to the house, hopeful that things had changed, but they hadn’t. Terrence’s energy was persistently seducing her. She wanted him in ways she didn’t want her fiancé. Ruby hypothesized that she could remain strong until her soon-to-be husband got home that night. She decided to wait out the storm in the master bedroom -- Terrence wouldn’t venture so far.

It was evening when she decided to take the edge off with a bath. She had spent most of the day cooped up in her bedroom hiding from her son-in-law, the man who lives in her fantasies. She threw a lavender bath bomb in the tub and watched as it dissolved in the warm water. Then, she lit some candles and synced her Bluetooth speaker with her phone to play some Erykah Badu and Jill Scott.

When the bath was ready, she climbed in and relaxed into its warmth and fragrance. With her eyes closed, she didn’t see when Terrence entered the bathroom. He watched her calmly for a few minutes, but then he left. Terrence went to the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine, and brought it to her en suite with two wine glasses.

Her eyes were still closed when he re-entered. “Want some wine?'' he asked.

Ruby’s eyes flashed open in excitement; she thought it was Byron. She tensed, realizing it was his son. Unsure what to do, she didn’t move. Still, in her tub, she just looked at him. Terrence approached her with the glasses and the bottle of wine. Smoothly and slowly, he filled one of the glasses with wine and handed it to her.

“I can tell that you’re uncomfortable, so I’ll leave,” he said. Terrence wanted to fuck her, but he didn’t want to force himself onto her.

“No, stay."

He turned to face her, and she added: “I could use the company.” Ruby’s ability and willingness to say no and resist him had waned to nothing.

The truth was that she was lonely. Byron asked her to quit her job to be with him, and she did. But she spent most of her time in the house alone.

Terrence poured himself a glass. “I haven’t seen you since this morning, and I came to check that you were OK.” He paused to observe her before he continued. “I thought that I came on too strong this morning.”

She asked him to hand her a towel before she began, “Honestly, I’m shaken by this entire situation,” she started slowly. “After I met you that night, I thought I had gotten some clarity, especially since I allowed myself to leave without exchanging numbers. But when I saw you here a whole week later, that clarity was lost and I had no idea what to do with myself.”

As she climbed out of the shower and into her towel, he asked “Clarity about what?”

Wrapping in her towel, Ruby took a sip of her wine and ignored the question.

“I thought we had a connection that night,” Terrence probed.

“We did,” she replied. And I thought that I did the right thing by turning you down. But now I am doubting that. I thought you were a test, but I am starting to think you are the answer.”

“Answer to what?” he quizzed.

Again, she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just looked into his eyes, and hoped that he would get his answers in hers.

By Ruby’s silence and the lust in her eyes, Terrence knew that she wanted him. He pulled her body to his and smiled at her before he rested his moist lips on hers. Everything around them faded into nothing, and his only concern was pleasing her. Ruby wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him and the towel, without support, fell to the floor. Her full breasts hung before both of them. Taking notice of her round, plump breasts, Terrence directed his lips and tongue to them. As he licked and sucked her nipples, he reveled in her acoustic moans bouncing off the bathroom walls.

Kneeling before her, he held her breasts in his hands to massage her nipples between his fingers. With his face buried between her thighs and his tongue savoring her pussy, she opened her legs slightly, giving him space to devour her. His tongue and lips were fervent in their exploration of her pussy, and his fingers flicked eagerly against her nipples.

Her moans got louder with each lick of her clit as he urged her to orgasm. As she climaxed, she screamed his name in pleasure -- a pleasure she never received from Byron. After she came, she went on her knees and delivered him a sloppy blowjob of equal pleasure. Her saliva and his precum mixed together as it dripped to the floor from her mouth. Ruby sucked the will out of his dick, forcing him to retreat in fear of cumming too soon. Her mouth was just as sloppy as his dick when she stood to her feet. He kissed her lips softly and passionately before she turned around to take his pipe.

Bent over the bathroom vanity, she moaned loudly to welcome the euphoria that followed his first penetration of her juicy pussy. His dick invaded her and teased her G-spot without relenting. As he slid into her, she gyrated towards his pelvis, deepening each thrust and intensifying their simultaneous orgasm.

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“Hello, Father.”

“Hello, my dear. How are you?”

“I left my fiancé,” Ruby began.

The priest swung his head in shock to look through the perforated screen that separated him and Ruby. It’s not the most frightening confession he had heard, but it’s not what he expected of Ruby.

“And I am sleeping with his son.” As the priest began to collect his words, Ruby interrupted. “I know it’s crazy. But I could no longer ignore the way Terrence makes me feel.” She didn’t wait on Father to give her penance. Ruby left.

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