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.

should start with a little history. It all started, like

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 bad things a young boy goes through early in life. It just didn't seem

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

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 recruited him. He told me he met my mother Cecile there. She had grown up in Springfield, Massachusetts. They

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 him to socialize more so he could have some joy in his life as well. I used to

together. We would start with 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

he and my mother had 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

serious about Amanda then he had led on. I presumed he and she

he was interested in you and what you had to say or felt 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

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 and killer grey-green eyes. I was absolutely tongue-tied. They were gracious, warm, welcoming and totally mesmerizing. To their credit, and probably

the house, Dania and I sat and talked. We instantly connected at so many levels -- it was just amazing how easy she 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.

laughed and