Date: Thu, 21 Feb 2013 19:47:12 -0600
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Nikolai's True Wife

                       Nikolai's True Wife

                          By Jim Vance
                   Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
                      jimvance2@hotmail.com


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I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my cereal for
breakfast. It was my thirteenth birthday. I was a teenager! Papa
was reading something on his tablet and Mom was making Papa's
breakfast. Mom still cooked for Papa, but they spent less and
less time together. Mom went out with friends almost every
evening. My mom and Papa were never very romantic. Valentine's
Day always passed unnoticed at our house, except by me. I asked
Papa about a week earlier if he loved her, and he said in his
thick accent, "Of course! She is your mother!" I had never in my
life seen Papa kiss Mom on the lips, and they had separate
bedrooms for as far back as I can remember. Even though they were
spending less time together, they both seemed very happy, so I
was glad about that. If Mom spent the evenings out, it just meant
I had more time alone with my father. And that made me happy.
This morning, especially, Papa seemed to be in a very good mood.
I had heard him whistling all morning. Mom had wished me happy
birthday and hugged me.

Mom turned to me like she was going to say something, but she
didn't.

I looked at Papa who had put the paper down and was grinning at
me. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see his muscular, hairy
chest. I wanted to rub one of his nipples. I had recently learned
that they could stiffen and Papa smiled whenever I made his
stiffen by rubbing them. Some of my friends never touched their
fathers. That seemed strange to me. Papa and I had always been
very, very close, both emotionally and physically.

Papa winked at me and I looked down at my bowl. My dick was so
hard it hurt. Papa did that to me. Papa was very handsome and
sexy and I knew I shouldn't, but I really, really wanted him. My
secret desire was to marry him. I fantasized all the time about
being his wife and taking care of him. I knew that was
impossible. I knew I was gay, but he was married to Mom, so he
wasn't gay. If they divorced, he wouldn't marry me. He would
leave us and I didn't want that! I would rather die.

My papa was pretty tall. He was six foot two. He had black hair
that was getting thin on top of his head. He was real hairy. I
loved looking at the hair on his arms and legs. When I sat on his
lap with his arms around me, which is what we did every evening,
I liked to play with the hair on his arms. His chest was hairy,
too. Sometimes I played with the hair on his chest. I would
unbutton his shirt and slip my hand inside to feel the hair and
his nipples. I knew I could touch him anywhere, but I had never
touched his dick. I had been afraid that when I told my parents I
was gay that he wouldn't let me do it anymore, touch him the way
I did, but five minutes after I told them, I was sitting on his
lap with his arms around me and he was kissing the back of my
neck.

Papa didn't like to shave, so he didn't do it every day. That day
he hadn't shaved for a couple of days and he looked very sexy to
me. His eyes were a light brown. Papa had a big uncircumcised
dick that I really wanted to suck. He was born in Bulgaria and he
had a heavy accent because he grew up there. I thought that was
sexy, too. Everything about Papa, even his voice made me hard. I
thought he was the perfect man in every way.

One day a few months earlier, I had picked up my comic book from
the coffee table. A picture of my papa, naked and with an
erection, was underneath. He had a little smirk on his face. I
picked the picture up and stared at it. I couldn't believe it. I
finally got to see his beautiful dick erect. I had seen it soft
many times. There was another picture under it. It was a close-up
of Papa's cock with a drop of pure-white cum hanging off the end.
I moaned and came in my pants without even touching myself. My
heart was beating so hard, I thought I was having a heart attack,
and I could feel a pounding in my head. I took the pictures and
jacked off five times looking at them that day. I really wanted
that drop of cum in the photo. I wanted it so badly, it was
almost painful. When I went to bed that night, my dick hurt from
jacking off so much. From then on, I jacked off at least twice
every day after school, and usually during school while I looked
at those pictures. At him. My papa. The sexiest, most desirable
man in the world. At first, I was afraid Papa or Mom would ask
where the photos were. I scanned the photos and saved them on my
computer and phone, just in case. But neither Mom nor Papa ever
said anything. Those pictures were by far my most treasured
possessions. Whenever I was alone in the house, I looked at them.
I studied my father's body as I stroked my dick. If the house
burned down and I lost everything else, if I had those, I would
be fine.

Mom put Papa's breakfast in front of him. "Your father and I have
something to tell you," Mom said, as she sat.

I looked at them. Papa had a huge grin on his face. I wondered if
we won the lottery or something. He was so happy, that I smiled,
too.

"I will be moving out," Mom said. "Just to next door, though.
Your father and I are getting a divorce. I will be marrying Jack
Rollins and living next door."

"Oh."

"You probably realize that your father and I are not a romantic
couple." I had noticed that, of course. "You will stay with your
papa. I know that is what you want, and to be honest, it is what
he and I have expected, all along." That was odd, but she wasn't
sleeping with Papa. Next door was like the next step from
separate bedrooms.

"I like Jack, but isn't he a lot older than you, Mom?"

Mom smiled. "He is thirteen years older than me. Thirteen is our
lucky number, baby. I love him, Jimmy."

I looked at Papa.

"I want you to start sleeping in my bed, Jimmy. With me. From now
on," Papa said.

"Really?"

"Yes. Will you do that?"

"Yes, Papa! You aren't joking, are you?"

"No, son. I am very, very serious."

"Will that bother you, Jimmy?" Mom asked.

"No! I want to sleep with Papa!"

Papa and Mom both grinned at me.

"I am sure you are aware of the special relationship you and your
father have. We all are. I am happy for you both. Watching the
two of you make love has been difficult." I was shocked at that.
Papa was still smiling. "Not because I don't approve; I do
approve, and I am happy for both of you. But I want romance, too.
And I have found that with Jack.

"Jimmy, you were born for one reason. That reason is to be your
father's lover and his wife. When I met Nik, he wanted a son who
would be his wife. After I got to know him and realized he was a
loving person who could make my child happy, I decided to help
him achieve that goal. I was my father's lover for several years
after he divorced my mother. Those years were the happiest of my
life, at least until you were born. Things didn't work out with
my father, and I wanted you and Nik to have the `happily ever
after' that I did not get with my father. We raised you together
and I am so glad I agreed to help him. I love you very, very
much. You may have wondered why we were so happy when you told us
you were gay. This is why. You needed to be gay. That was one of
our fears. If you were straight, the whole thing would have been
a total failure." Mom sighed.

"From the very beginning, I wanted your thirteenth birthday to be
the day you lose your virginity to your father-husband. I lost my
virginity to my father on my thirteenth birthday and it was a
wonderful experience. As a matter of fact, my father gave me
thirteen orgasms for my birthday."

"Gross!"

Mom and Papa laughed.

"I decided it was a tradition I wanted to continue. You are old
enough to be the wife he and I want you to be. I was his wife
only legally. You will be his only true wife. I know just how
much he loves and desires you and you are lucky to have such a
man as your husband."

I was stunned, as you can probably imagine.

"The reason I am telling this is because I don't want you to feel
you are taking my place somehow or stealing Nik from me. Nik was
never mine. He and I have been roommates. We love each other as
friends. Jack, on the other hand, I love very much. I love him
romantically. I want you to be happy for me, Jimmy. I am very
happy for you. While you are having hot, nasty sex with your
father, I will be having it with Jack. He reminds me of my father
and that makes me very horny."

Gross! Mom laughed at my expression. "Jack's dick looks just like
my father's. I'd show you a picture of it, but I don't want to
share it with you. Besides, your husband would freak!"

Papa laughed.

"Oh, Mom!"

She laughed more.

"I have to get to work," Mom said. "Your father can answer any of
your questions." Mom hugged me. "I love you, Jimmy. And I am very
happy for you. Even though I am moving, it is not because I love
you any less. Always remember that, please!"

I hugged her back. "I love you, too."

"I will be right next door. Jack is very aware that you will
probably stop by all the time."

Mom left.

I sat there and let it soak in. I didn't look at Papa. My first
thought was it was a dream. It couldn't be real. But then I sat
there looking at Papa's scrambled eggs and realized it wasn't. A
lot of things started to make sense. Both of my parents had told
me over and over when I was younger how happy they would be if I
was gay. I thought it was strange, but I thought they somehow
knew I was. That parents had a way of knowing. They opened a
bottle of champagne when I admitted that I was. I realized that
my mom had always encouraged me to be physically affectionate to
Papa. I remember she asked me once why I didn't kiss Papa on the
lips. I almost asked why she didn't kiss him on the lips, but I
didn't. I started doing it, and both Papa and Mom were pleased. I
thought it was a Bulgarian custom, but maybe not. I remembered
Papa kissing me behind the ear and even licking me there. He put
his hand in my pants sometimes, when I was sitting on his lap,
but he never touched my dick. Come to think of it, it was Mom who
suggested watching TV on Papa's lap. His cock was always hard
when I sat on his lap. He told me that healthy men's cocks stayed
hard. I had often wondered why he was so much healthier than all
the other adult men who weren't hard.

"How did you know I wanted that? To be your wife." I asked Papa.

"I know how much you like the photos I gave you," Papa said.

I gasped. "You left them for me?"

"Yes." He grinned even bigger. "I thought you would like them.
You loved them even more than I hoped.

"You look confused, Jimmy. As your mother said, I want you to be
my wife. You will sleep in my bed. There is no use pretending you
do not want me. I know you masturbate while you look at me. You
lust after me intensely. And that is exactly what I want. I lust
after you. I have hidden video cameras in your room. Your mother
wanted proof that you want me sexually, and not just
romantically. I watch you jack off and I know you only look at me
and think of me when you do. I am so glad you want me, dearest."

"I can't believe it. I am going to wake up and then kill the
person who wakes me up!"

Papa laughed.

"Will you be my wife, Jimmy? Please? I need you to answer yes or
no."

"Yes! I will. I have wanted that all along. Mom was sleeping in
her own bedroom and I wanted to be in your bed. I knew it was
silly for me to want to be your wife, but I did and I still do."

"I want you to be my wife. Am I silly? We both want the same
thing, you and I. I want to be your husband and I want you to be
my wife." I smiled at him. It was sinking in.

"Oh, Papa! I'm so happy!"

"Jimmy, I really hoped you would be. I knew you wanted me, even
before the pictures. Not many twelve year old boys want to spend
the entire evening sitting on their father's lap with his arms
wrapped tightly around them. They don't kiss their fathers on the
neck and whisper `I love you,' in their ears during commercials.
And I'm pretty sure they don't play with their father's nipples.
You have no idea how hard it is for me not to carry you to my bed
and make love to you when you do that. Every time you play with
them, my underwear gets soaked with pre-cum. I know you are hard
when I hold you; we both are, and that makes me happy. As soon as
you go to bed, I masturbate while looking at the videos and
pictures I have of you. In those, you are masturbating while you
look at me. Your mother is right. We make love every day. We just
haven't consummated our relationship yet. It is time to do that.
From now on, neither of us is going to need to masturbate. I plan
to give you several orgasms a day, and I hope you will do the
same to me."

"Look at this." Papa showed me a photo on his tablet. In it, I
was jacking off while I looked at his photo. You could see from
my expression how much I wanted him. He played a video of me
jacking off while I looked at his photo. I was very embarrassed,
but Papa said, "That is my favorite. I have watched that video
hundreds of times." I thought that if he loved it, I shouldn't be
ashamed of it.

I was stunned, but happy. "Papa, I'm so happy!" I started crying,
but I was very, very happy.

"Jimmy, your birthday present is between my legs. It's my cock.
I've waited a long time to give you that gift and I know just how
much you want it."

I gasped. He was grinning at me again.

I grinned back. "It's exactly what I wanted! I can't wait to
unwrap it!" I said.

"Me, either!"

"Oh! I love your cock so much!"

Papa laughed. "I know! You kiss the photo! Papa flipped through
the photos on his tablet until he got to one of me kissing the
photo. He showed it to me. "From now on, you can kiss it
directly. Or suck it, if you prefer. As often as you like and
whenever you want." I groaned and he gave me a sexy smirk. "My
cock loves you, too, Jimmy. You make him hard. Very, very hard."
I moaned. "Ever since he made you, he has wanted to get inside
you."

"That's where he belongs, Papa."

Papa nodded his head.

I looked at Papa's breakfast on the table. It was scrambled eggs
and two pieces of bread. Mom didn't toast the bread. Well, who
could blame her? He was my husband, not hers. If I was going to
be his wife, I wanted to be the best.

"I want to make you a better breakfast. Would you like bacon,
Papa? I can make you toast, too, instead of plain bread. I know
you like biscuits, but I need to learn how to make them."

"You want to take care of me, don't you?"

"Yes, Papa."

Papa let out a deep breath. He looked very happy.

"Will I always be your wife?"

"That is what I want."

"Me, too, Papa."

"How do you feel about what your mother said? That you were born
to be my wife."

I thought about it.

"Really glad!"

Papa grinned.

"I know you will miss your mother, but you really can see her as
often as you like. That is why she lives next door."

I nodded.

"Does Jack know I will be your wife?"

"No! Your mother told him you want to live with me, but she
doesn't want to be far from you. He is happy with the
arrangement. She said Jack is fond of you. She told me he
wouldn't be too upset if he knew about you and me. Evidently, he
is very open-minded and he thinks incest is very hot. Jack knows
about your mother's affair with her father. She said he got so
excited when she told him that he fucked her four times in one
evening. Your mother didn't want to marry anyone who would
dislike her son because of who he loves. We aren't planning to
tell him, but she thinks if he finds out, he will just want to
watch us. I don't plan to let him."

"He seems very nice, Papa. I like him but I wondered why he was
so friendly. I wondered if he was trying to, you know, have sex
with me."

Papa laughed.

"No, but he will be your stepfather. He wants to have a normal
stepfather relationship with you."

I nodded.

"When we are alone, you may call me by my name, Nikolai, or Nik."

"I will try to remember, Nik. Hey! I guess I won't need the
pictures anymore!"

"No, but you should keep them. I want you to always have them.
They were my gift to you. I was very, very pleased when you began
masturbating while looking at me." I stared at Papa.

 "It was a wonderful gift, Nik. It's the best gift I've ever
received. Those pictures mean a lot to me."

Papa smiled.

"Of course they do. They are pictures of your husband." I was in
shock, but that was perfectly true. "I wanted you to start
thinking of me as your lover-as your husband, instead of as your
father."

"It worked! Although I wanted you to be my lover long before the
pictures. I see you naked after your shower almost every day.
Before the photos, I could picture you naked and wet. Although I
had no idea your dick got so big when it is erect.

"Why, Papa? Why do you want me as your wife? You are so handsome
and sexy, you could have anyone!" Papa grinned at me.

"I will tell you the story. It begins long ago when I was a
child. When I was young, and still living in Kardzali, we had a
neighbor named Gregor whose wife died. One day he saw me playing
outside and asked me if I would like to watch him fuck his
beautiful new wife. I said, `Of course!' Who wouldn't? We went
inside and his son, who was my good friend, was naked in bed.
Gregor got undressed and poured olive oil on his cock. "To help
me slide into my wife,' he said. I thought it was huge! He placed
it at his son's hole and pushed slowly inside him. `Can you see?'
he asked. He wanted me to watch. I moved over and watched his big
cock penetrate his son. He fucked his son in front of me. Big,
hairy Gregor fucked his hairless, young wife. He told me how
tight his wife's hole was and how incredible it felt. He fucked
him slowly while I watched, and kept telling me how wonderful it
felt. It was by far the most exciting thing that ever happened to
me. I couldn't take my eyes away from his cock and my friend's
hole. I watched as his big cock appeared and disappeared as he
fucked him. He made a big show of it. He pulled his cock all the
way out and asked, "Isn't that a pretty hole?" I stared at his
dripping cock and my friend's open hole. Then he pushed it slowly
back in. He talked to me the entire time he fucked his son. He
called his son, whose name was Matei, his boywife. He said,
'Someday you will have a son, Niki. You should fuck him like
this. You will never experience greater pleasure, and you and
your son will be as close as any father and son, as any two
people, can ever be.' While he was being fucked, Matei gasped and
called his husband's name as he trembled. I realized later that
he was having an orgasm caused by his husband's cock. `Damn! It
feels incredible, Niki,' my friend Matei said to me. `It looks
like it hurts!' I said. `Oh, no! It is incredible! I love having
my husband's cock inside me!' Then Gregor pulled that big dick
out of his son's ass and stroked himself until he came all over
Matei's face."

"Oh, shit!" I said. Papa laughed.

"I said something similar. I couldn't believe my eyes. Gregor and
Matei laughed at my reaction. I'm sure my mouth was open in
shock. `What is that?' I asked. I had never seen spunk. `It is my
sperm, my milk. It comes from my balls,' Gregor told me. Then
Gregor wiped his sperm into his wife's mouth. `How does it taste,
Matei?' I asked him. `It has an odd taste, but I love it. My
husband's body produces it for me. Gregor wanted to put on a
little show for you. Did you like it?' `Yes!' I said. I am sure I
yelled it! After that, I watched him fuck his son many, many
times. He always made Matei come. That was important to Gregor.
He also enjoyed having me watch his son suck his cock. He would
look at me as he groaned and came in his son's mouth.'He's
drinking my milk, Niki, straight from my balls,' he would say.
Almost every day, he would come to our house and say, 'Come,
Niki, I want you to watch us.'"

"Wow! Did he ever want to have sex with you?"

"He never mentioned it and he would have mentioned it if he did.
I watched them for years. He just wanted an audience, I'm sure.
Some people are like that. I think he also wanted to share it.
Maybe he wanted someone else to know how much happiness his son
brought him, and vice-versa. In a way, he was my teacher. He
taught me how to be a man and how to be a husband. He explained
the beauty of his sex acts with his boywife. Once when they were
having sex, he told me that he had sex with many people, women,
as well as a few men. He said sex with his son was by far the
most pleasurable and meaningful for both of them. He told me he
loved his son at least twice as much as he had loved his wife.
That was because he loved him as his son and also as his wife. He
said the more you love someone, the more pleasurable the sex was.
He told me that sex with his first wife had been nice, but sex
with his son was a hundred times better. He groaned then and
cried, `My love! Oh, my dearest, dearest love!' as he came, so I
believed him completely."

"Wow. Did his son like it?"

"My friend loved it! He absolutely loved it! Matei and I talked
about it often. As a matter of fact, it was difficult to get
Matei to talk about anything besides Gregor and his cock, once he
became Gregor's wife. But I loved listening to Matei's stories.
He would go on and on about the taste of his father's milk (as I
said, they called Gregor's spunk milk) or the way the veins on
his husband's cock felt on his hole and on his lips as it was
sliding in and out of him. The velvety feeling of the head of
Greogor's cock against his tongue when Matei licked it. How it
felt to be under his husband when they rutted. How much he loved
having such a virile, sexy man in love with him. When he learned
new ways to please his husband, he would tell me about them. He
would tell me how much they loved each other. How it felt to
sleep in his father's loving embrace. Every night when I went to
bed, I wished I was holding someone or being held. He would tell
me the sweet things Gregor said to him and did for him. I must
admit, I was incredibly jealous. I wanted to have a love like
that. To me it seemed like a perfect love."

Papa sighed. "Gregor told me that the hormones in his milk would
make Matei grow big and strong. I have often wondered whether it
worked. I am certain they are still in love." Papa shook his
head. "They were so very much in love. I don't think a perfect
love like that can end until death."

"Did your friend mind that you watched them have sex?"

"He never mentioned it. I am certain he would have if he did. As
I said, he talked about it all the time, so I doubt it bothered
him. He probably liked sharing it with me as much as his husband
did."

"How old were you, Papa?"

"Eight or nine. We left Bulgaria when I was eleven. I watched
them have sex almost every day until we left. Ever since then, I
have wanted a son who would be my boywife. I wanted you much
sooner; Matei was nine when he became his father's wife, and I
wanted you to become my wife on your ninth birthday. But your
mother insisted you be a teenager. She also wanted proof that you
desired me."

"And today I am a teenager!"

"Yes, son. And you definitely proved you wanted me." Papa
grinned. "Your mother was a little surprised when you cried, `Oh,
Papa! Fuck me!' as you came. I didn't show her the video. You
were fucking yourself with one of my beer bottles at the time."

I put my face in my hands and Papa chuckled. "Don't be ashamed,
dearest. You made your husband very happy doing that. You even
made your mother happy. Remember that she wants you to be my
wife, too. You should feel pride when you make your husband
happy. I will feel pride if I make my wife happy."

I looked at him and nodded. It was true.

I smiled at him thinking of that beer bottle. "I loved the
thought that your lips had been on the bottle as I pushed it
inside me. I guess that's silly."

"No, my love. It isn't silly. You are as romantic as I am. You
just didn't realize I wanted you to use my cock and not a beer
bottle!"

I laughed. "No, I definitely didn't realize that."

"Do we have the perfect love that they had?"

"I think we do, Jimmy. We are very, very lucky."

I walked to the refrigerator and got out the bacon. Nik liked
bacon, and I wanted him to have it. Nik-my husband-deserved a
wonderful wife, and he liked his eggs sunny-side up. I took the
plate and dumped the scrambled eggs into the trash.

"Do you have to be at work soon?"

"I won't work today. We will spend the day together. I hoped you
would want to spend time with your gift."

I laughed. "How about the rest of my life!"

Papa chuckled. "You can also go with me when I buy your mother's
new car. She wants a Mercedes Benz in exchange for her half of
this house."

"How will we get it here? Will you drive it home and leave your
car there?"

"Jack is going to go with us."

"Have you had sex with other boys?"

"No. Never. I saved myself for you. I didn't want to have sex
with your mother. She insisted on it. I wanted to use artificial
insemination so that both you and I would be virgins when we
consummated our marriage. She said if she was going to go through
the pain of childbirth, the least I could do was fuck her." Papa
chuckled. "Fortunately I only had to do it twice. I have no
desires for women at all. How do you feel about that? Would you
prefer that I was a virgin, too?"

I laughed. "I think I am glad my father is not a virgin."

He nodded. "But even though I am practically a virgin, I know
what to do, never fear. Gregor made sure I knew how to please my
wife. I told Gregor soon after I began watching them that I
wanted my son to be my boywife. He and his wife were both
thrilled, and Gregor instructed me for years how to please you.
He explained how and why having sex with a boy, or a man was
different than sex with a woman. He taught me how to stretch your
hole until you can easily take my dick. How to angle my cock
while I thrust to give you the most pleasure. The advantages of
different lubricants. What to eat and what to avoid to make my
semen taste good to you. How to keep your cunt clean. He taught
me many, many things, dearest, and we both will enjoy what I
learned from my teacher."

I sighed loudly and Papa chuckled.

I started cooking the bacon. I looked back at him and Papa had
taken his boxers off. He was naked and he was stroking himself. I
gasped. He was so incredibly sexy! That beautiful dick of his was
hard. I watched the head appear then disappear under his foreskin
with each stroke. I moaned when I saw it. I wanted it so much. I
walked over to him.

 "Cook for me, dearest. It pleases me that you want to cook for
me. I'm glad you want to be a proper wife, and not just one in
the bedroom. I will give you your birthday present after I eat.
There are two gifts. The other is a surprise."

"They are both a surprise! Believe me!" I said.

Papa chuckled.

I turned back to the stove. I cooked, but I kept turning around
to look at my father's cock. I was having trouble breathing. I
wondered if that was what the saying `take your breath away'
meant.

As I cooked, I said, "I suppose once I marry you, I will take
your last name. All wives do that. I will be Jimmy Balakov."

Papa laughed for a while. "Will you be able to adjust to your new
last name? It is so very different."

I laughed, too. "I think so. It may take a while. I may not tell
the kids at school why it is changing."

"No?"

"No. They would be jealous."

He chuckled.

A few minutes later, Papa asked, "Have you ever eaten your own
semen?"

I gasped. "No, Papa."

"I hope you like the taste of mine."

"I'm sure I will love your milk as much as Matei did. I want to
grow up big and strong." I smiled at him. "I wonder if the more I
drink, the stronger I will get. Like Popeye." Papa laughed. He
seemed very pleased. "I don't want to get too big, though. If I
end up a lot taller than you, I may stop drinking it."

"That is a good plan. I don't want a bride who is a foot taller
than I am."

"Papa, every time I looked at that close-up of your cock, I
wanted to lick that drop of your cum. To catch it on my tongue."

Papa grinned. "I know. You always stick your tongue out a little
when you look at that picture. You have no idea how happy that
makes me. That you want my milk."

"I never understood why, but I knew my tongue should have been
there to catch it."

"That was what I thought, and think. You somehow sensed it,
maybe. Every time I jacked off and threw away or flushed my
spunk, I regretted that you weren't getting it. It was wasted and
it should have gone inside my wife. " Papa smiled. "I always
thought of you as my wife. Even when you were baby. Your mother
would laugh when I held you and called you my beautiful wife." I
was a little stunned at that. "Then she would breastfeed my
wife."

I laughed and so did Papa.

I shook my head. It was going to take a while for this to sink
in.

I finished making his breakfast, including toast with his
favorite fig preserves. I poured him a fresh cup of coffee and
sat down. I pulled my chair right next to his. He put his arm
around me while he ate. I looked at his cock and sighed. He
chuckled.

"Can you cook other things?"

"Yes. I plan to cook anything you want. If I don't know how to do
it, I will look it up on the internet. If you have favorite
dishes that you want, let me know, so I can learn how to make
them. I will take Home Economics at school to learn more, too.
They teach other things than just cooking. I want to be the best
wife I can be. You waited long enough for me." Papa looked so
happy that I laughed. "I can't drive, so you will have to take me
grocery shopping. Oh, and pay for it."

"I plan to do everything with you, my love," Papa said. "We will
shop together, shower together, and sleep together. We already
watch TV together. You are the perfect wife I have dreamed of
having for twenty-seven years."

I have to admit, I had tears in my eyes. That was a long time to
wait.

"There is one thing I must tell you. I have often wondered
whether it was right. Many times while you slept, I sat on your
bed and told you how much I loved you. I told you that I wished
you were my wife.

"That's nice."

"Does it bother you?"

"That you told me you loved me?"

"No. That I said I wished you were my wife. I may have put the
thought into your head. I probably did."

"No! It was a wonderful idea, Papa. Thank you for suggesting it.
Really. You wanted me to have the perfect love that Matei had,
with a loving, sexy man. I would have to be a fool to complain."

Papa smiled at me.

"I-I found a priest who will marry us. It will not be a legal
marriage, but we will be married."

"Really? A priest?" I was very excited. That would be perfect!

"Yes."

"Oh, Papa! I would love that!"

Papa smiled. "Me, too. I thought I would see if Gregor and Matei
could come to the wedding. And your mother will come, of course."
I started crying again, but forced myself to stop. I wiped my
eyes. "We can't do it in a church, unfortunately."

"That's all right."

"If they can come, I thought Gregor could be my best man and
Matei could be your bridesmaid."

"That sounds wonderful, but I don't want to wear a dress."

Papa smiled. "I have no desire to see you in women's clothing. We
will both wear tuxedos."

"It just sounds wonderful! How did you find a priest? They won't
marry gay couples."

"I met him on the internet fourteen years ago. I remembered his
name and I contacted him. He is still willing to do it."

"You planned our wedding before I was conceived?"

Papa laughed. "Most people don't plan that far ahead, I know."

"Will you give the bride away as father, and catch me as
husband?"

Papa laughed for a long time. I laughed, too.

"Maybe your mother will give you away. That seems very
appropriate."

"It does, Papa!

"Please, call me Nik."

"I can't scream `Oh, Papa! Fuck me' anymore?'"

Papa laughed. "That will be just fine. But dearest, when you call
me Nik, I feel like your husband. When you call me Papa, I feel
like your father. I am your father, but I want to be your
husband."

"I understand, Nik." I took his hand and kissed it. Nik got tears
in his eyes. I leaned my head on him.

"How did you get Mom to agree to this in the first place? Did you
meet her and tell her you wanted her to give you a son you could
marry and fuck?"

Papa chuckled. "I met your mother through an incest chat room.
The same place I met the priest. Are you sure you want to hear
the details?"

"I think so. It sounds nasty. Was it?"

Papa chuckled.

"What do you expect in an incest chat room? No one spoke about
the weather! Anyway I said in the chat room what I wanted to do.
A great many people were fascinated by the idea, including
several women, and the priest. Your mother was interested and
responded. We chatted for a while and she was sympathetic and
aroused. She told me that after her parents got divorced, she had
sex with her father whenever she spent the weekend with him,
which was every other weekend. He took her virginity on her
thirteenth birthday."

"Like me!"

"Yes. She loved it. That is where I got the idea of giving you my
cock for your birthday. Your grandfather told your mother on her
birthday that her gift was his cock. She said that by the time
they went to sleep that night, she knew it was the best gift she
ever received. She told me that when she spent the weekend with
him, they would spend hours fucking. When they weren't fucking,
she was sucking his cock or he was eating her cunt. Her father
gave her orgasm after orgasm, and she tried to give him just as
many. When he fucked her, he always pulled out and came in her
mouth, so she loved the idea of me feeding you my milk. She was
crushed when her father told her he found someone else and he
remarried. She never spoke to him again. She said he got her
addicted to his cock and his cum and then dumped her. And he did
some things to her that I will never, ever do to you."

I didn't know if that was good or bad. "Oh! What?"

"For one, he fucked her in the vagina."

I laughed. "Thank you. I want to be your wife, but I only want
you to fuck me in the ass. Or mouth."

Nik grinned.

"So your mother liked my idea very much, and she wanted to help.
She had been thinking of moving because she wanted to get away
from her mother. I told her she could live with me, and she moved
here. She originally wanted to watch me fuck you and feed you my
milk. She changed her mind after you were born. I paid her for
carrying you and giving birth, although she later returned the
money. She fell in love with you the minute you were born. She
convinced me to marry her and raise you together. She said you
would be happier with a mother and father, and I thought that was
true. We got along great as roommates, so I didn't mind marrying
her at all. We bought this house together. I thought it would
make it easier for you to think of us as normal parents, even
though we have never been that!

"We never loved each other, but we had become very good friends
and we both love you very much. Your mother is my only close
friend. She dated men and had sex. I was happy for her. Just
because I was saving myself for you, was no reason for her to go
without sex. When she told you she was working late, she was
really going on dates. We got along better than many couples who
married for love. Love can turn to hate, but we stayed friends
who had something wonderful in common: you."

That was a lot to digest.

"I hope Jack loves her," I said.

"He does. She loves him very much, too. She said the sex is
incredible."

"Good!

"Why a Mercedes? Why a car?"

"For me to pay her for half the house, we would have to sell it
and split the money. That would ruin the plan of her living next
door to us to be close to you. She always wanted a Mercedes, and
I can get it at a discount through work. It just worked out
well."

"Oh, yeah. It would be hard to find two houses for sale, next to
each other."

"Right, and since she wanted a Mercedes more than the cash, it
worked out great. She will have half the house next door once she
marries Jack."

"Is there a Mercedes dealership here?"

"The dealership is in Piedmont." Piedmont was forty miles away.

Papa finished eating and I washed the dishes. Papa smiled the
whole time. Then he took my hand and we walked into his bedroom.
Papa, I mean Nik, undressed me. Then he took me in his arms and
kissed me. It was incredible. His tongue explored the inside of
my mouth and I loved it. I didn't want the kiss to ever end, and
it did last a very long time. I reached for Papa's cock.

"Wait."

Then he put a tape in the VCR. We got in bed. He sat up and
pulled me close to him. I wanted his dick but he started the tape
and pointed to the TV.

"I want you to see this before we have sex."

I saw my papa when he was younger. He was naked on a bed. "I just
had sex with your mother." He smiled. "I hope she is your mother.
Otherwise, I just did something pointless. I really hope you are
coming into being right this instant. It seems a little strange
to say this, but I love you very much and I want you to marry
me." Papa's accent was a lot heavier back then. He began playing
with his cock.

"I hope you washed it," I said.

Nik laughed. "I did. I had a very hot shower!"

I watched his cock get stiff again and he stroked himself for a
couple of minutes. He got up and walked towards the camera.

Next it showed him on another bed. He held his stiff cock up.
Papa jacked off as he said into the camera, "Today is your first
birthday, son. I love you so very much. I know that one day you
will be my wife. On that day, this," Papa waved his cock, "will
be your birthday present." He jacked off until he came. He cried,
`Jimmy' as he came. I was in shock, again.

Then it showed Papa on another bed. "Today is your second
birthday, dearest. This is your first birthday in your new home.
One day we will watch this video together and that day, you will
be my wife." He jacked off and came. Then he stood in front of
the camera and showed me his cum in his chest and belly hair.
"This will be yours, Jimmy" he said, as he pointed it out. "It is
your father's milk."

I was shocked as we watched. Papa filmed himself jacking off on
each of my birthdays. We watched each year. On each one, he had a
special message about how much he loved me, or how he longed for
me to be his wife. Sometimes he mentioned things I had done that
had made him especially happy. I watched Papa age a little on
each birthday. On my twelfth birthday, he said, "Soon, very, very
soon, you will be in my arms. You will be my son, my lover, my
wife, and my best friend. I love you, Jimmy. Please be my wife."

"Yes, Nik! I will!"

Nik held me as I cried. Then he pressed his mouth to mine and we
kissed again as we embraced each other. I felt his stiff cock
pressed up against me and I knew I would finally get what I
wanted more than anything else.




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