Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

All In The Family: 1

The Beginning

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I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and some of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have chosen to tell it in my friend's voice instead of as a narrator. Jack

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"My name is Daniel Harrison. I am always amazed at my great luck -- especially when I sit on my patio overlooking the Simi Valley in California and watch my three kids and their mother. I am seeing what "having it all" looks like. I have been fortunate to love the most stupendous woman ever created. We have been blessed with three bright and healthy children. I was extremely lucky with an idea I had in college that turned into a business with a product that a lot of people wanted. Three months ago I sold out for cash and stock - so much cash and stock that I will never, ever, have to worry about money again, and neither will my family or their families. I am the first one to tell you that without that woman next to me, much of that luck would never have resulted in anything worthwhile. I do owe much of our success against the odds to her constant belief in me, in us, and what we could accomplish together simply because we are right for one another.

Sound like a love story? It is. She is my soul mate, my life's complement in every way, just as I am for her. There is only one dark secret we carry -- even our children do not know the real truth. She and I are not married nor can we be. I have no regrets nor do I feel guilty. It happened -- it was much more powerful than either of us, and we know, deep within our hearts and minds, that it is right for us. Let me share our journey with you.

start with a little history. It all started, like most stories, with something

would call a cordial marriage. My early childhood memories of my parents are relatively few. Most of them are images of my over-protective mother and my warm but busy father without much joy in the house. That doesn't mean they weren't attentive parents -- they were always there for the good things and

kids who seemed to have large and extended families. We didn't seem to have any. Growing up my dad never mentioned anybody from his family. I figured they weren't close or that it had been a painful parting in some way. My mom didn't have any family that I knew of, at least that she was close to, so I didn't know much

city in Southern California, and went to college at USC and law school at Stanford. After he finished law school he came east to work in Hartford, Connecticut at a major law firm that had

in a car accident on the way to meet my father at the train station across town. For the next three years, my dad struggled valiantly trying to keep up the house, managing to raise me through my struggle with puberty and keeping his ever more successful law career in some kind of perspective. I didn't think he had even looked at a woman yet alone been on a date. As I became interested in girls and found out about the fun and frustration of the opposite sex, I encouraged

breakfast at our favorite diner and would talk for hours about everything and anything. It was those times that we grew very close like so few fathers and sons get a chance to be. So it wasn't a big surprise when, one bright Sunday morning as we sat at our normal booth eating our regular Sunday breakfast of pancakes and eggs, he

known from child birthing classes. Her name was Amanda Dixon, he said, and they had initially bumped into each other at the supermarket and had a coffee to catch up. He wanted to know if it was all right with me for him to build a relationship with another woman. I said he really should have done this earlier and how happy I was for him. We laughed and he said something about role reversal and

message that my father was a lot more serious about

and, at the moment, it was the most important thing he had to do. We had become great pals and I could always rely on him to be there for me. So it was important for me to do the same -- I really wanted him to be happy. After a

Amanda and her daughter greeted us at the door. I was absolutely stunned by their beauty and stammered my hello. Dania was this striking girl I had seen in school but had never had an opportunity to approach. She always seemed to be surrounded by all the older guys from the football team. Her mother was equally good looking. If they were the same age they could have been twin sisters -- tall, slim, blond

was to talk to and how many things we shared in common. We easily opened up to each other and shared thoughts about school and the kids we both knew and the impending new family. I was already liking the idea of a new sister - - especially Dania. Then we discovered a funny thing. I had asked

she said. I laughed and told her