Saturday, 9 January 2016

THE HOUSE OF DUNCAN

We sat around the conference room table on a Sunday 
morning. It was unusual to find us all here. A modest 
media company, started by my grandfather, grown by my 
father, and now threatened by a larger media company 
attempting a hostile takeover.

My name is Jackson Duncan, Jack for short, I'm the 
President of Duncan Media Properties. My father John 
Jackson Duncan, John for short, is the Chairman and CEO. 
My wife Debbie is the Editor in Chief. My father's 
brother Jamison Duncan is Chief Counsel. By the way, 
Jackson was my grandmother's family name. 

I'll spare you the lurid details, however I'm not the 
legitimate son of my father. In fact it wasn't until 
about 20 years ago I found out the truth. I thought my 
father was Jamison until I graduated college. Then I was 
told the truth. My father was John, never married, 
instead choosing to have various mistresses throughout 
his adult life, married instead to the family business. 
He was ruthless and highly successful. One of his 
mistresses it turns out was my mother, his Brother 
Jamison's wife!

Showing up 20 years later doesn't make someone your Dad. 
Jamison is my Dad. John might be my biological father, 
but he isn't my Dad. I guess all was resolved between 
them because they are able to get along today. What 
animosity still exists is on my father's part as he is 
resentful of my continued father-son type relationship 
with my now 'uncle" Jamison. 

Ten years ago I met Debbie, then 21, at a job fair. Not 
only was she hired by Duncan Media, she became my wife 
shortly thereafter. Although nepotism abounded within 
the company ownership, the four of us are the only 
family members working in the business.

What brought us together at this unusual Sunday meeting 
was a takeover attempt by DellaHouse Publishing. 
DellaHouse is controlled and run by a man that went by 
one name, DellaHouse, supposedly meaning Of the House.

Jamison was running the meeting, explaining the 
situation. He pointed out the high probability of 
success of the takeover due to an aging shareholder 
population and the lucrative offer price. And even 
though we had a predominately insider board, an 
unofficial polling of members suggested they would vote 
favorably for the takeover.

"So you're saying the chances are high DellaHouse will 
be successful and we will lose the company," I repeated?

"Yes," replied Jamison flatly. "They have been very 
shrewd in structuring the offer. It's a very lucrative 
stock price for those shareholders only concerned about 
money; they have also offered to continue the Duncan 
family leadership of the combined company addressing 
those family members concerned about the family legacy; 
and to put a crown on the deal they are proposing to 
rename the combined business The House of Duncan, again 
reinforcing the Duncan legacy and addressing the value 
in the Duncan name." 

"Isn't there anything we can do," my father asked? "A 
poison pill perhaps?"

We all sat silently for what seemed like 5 minutes, but 
was probably far less. Then Jamison leaned forward and 
very evenly said "perhaps there is."

"What is it," my father eagerly asked?

"A reverse merger," like the lawyer he was, Jamison 
replied without emotion.

"How do we do that," Debbie quickly probed?

"There is this Article 18 in their offer agreement. On 
the surface it would appear to be intended to preserve 
the Duncan family leadership of the business. However if 
you extend the time line through to where John 
ultimately steps down, it is really a vehicle to wrest 
operating control of the business from the Duncan 
family," he explained.

We all leafed through the document in front of us until 
we found the Article in question. "It's titled 
Succession," Debbie said.

"Yes, that's it," he answered. "This explains that the 
merged company will remain under the current Duncan 
family management so long as John remains active in the 
business, essentially Chairman. However, when he steps 
down, or the board votes to remove him, the Chairmanship 
will be assumed by a legitimate Duncan heir, DellaHouse, 
or his legitimate heir. As part of the merger DellaHouse 
will assume the position of Vice Chairman in the merged 
company." He paused before continuing. "It goes on to 
define succession is to John or DellaHouse as the 
patriarch of their respective families, and that an heir 
must be by a legally binding marriage as of the date of 
the offer." 

"Dad isn't married," Debbie remarked. "So what happens 
when he steps down? Does Jack take over?"

My father sat with a perplexed look on his face, then 
spoke up, "no, they obviously know Jack is my 
illegitimate son. This clause is how they wrest control 
of the business from the family!"

"How so," Debbie asked?

"I will have no legitimate heir, DellaHouse will become 
Chairman and CEO with the ability to oust Jack and put 
his own President in and anyone else he chooses," my 
father explained. Turning to Jamison he asked "so what's 
the reverse merger angle you have in mind?"

Jamison sat quietly for what seemed an eternity before 
speaking. "We can use this clause. They don't think you 
have a legitimate heir, and you aren't married," he 
looked around the table before continuing. "Hold your 
tongues and hear me out. We disclose that you are 
married and your wife will assume leadership of the 
company."

"Jamison, are you suggesting I get married and back date 
the marriage certificate," my father asked?

"No, too many loose ends I'm afraid," Jamison replied. 

"So how do you propose to circumvent the succession," I 
asked?

Turning to me he explained "they don't know you and 
Debbie are married. In fact, nobody here knows you two 
are married to each other. You have been very adept at 
keeping that private. And because you live in adjoining 
penthouses, no one living in the same building knows 
either. We have checked," he explained. "However once 
they are given access to all our files as part of the 
discovery, they will uncover that fact."

Leaning forward my father said "so?"

"A fortunate set of circumstances are in place here to 
turn the merger on its head," he began turning to look 
each of us in the eye.

"Get on with it Jamison, we're sitting here all ears," 
Debbie scolded.

"They have been focused on John and his life. They have 
found no marriages, nor any children born within a 
marriage of course. They know Jack was not conceived 
within a marriage thus this clause excludes him from 
succession, intentionally of course. So they think the 
path forward is clear," Jamison rattled on in true 
lawyerly fashion, ignoring our plaintive requests to get 
to the point.

He sat with a smug look on his face. Finally he said, 
"Jack, you and Debbie were married in the islands. Your 
marriage certificate is located there, not here. There 
is a copy of course in the company files, which I keep. 
With some slight editing of the paperwork files, a 
little change to the official marriage certificate, and 
some other papers we make Debbie John's wife. They would 
be married 10 years, long before the date of this 
offer."

Incredulously I shouted "what" coming out of my chair, 
nearly launching myself into his face?

"Calm down Jack," Debbie cajoled, then turning back to 
Jamison, "You mean just changing some paperwork is all 
it takes?

My father sat back in his chair, seemingly absorbed in 
the idea. "No, we'd have to set up house, we'd have to 
live together. And we'd need a history, photographs, and 
other things that would confirm our life together."

Stunned I turned to him and said, "You're not 
considering this seriously? Do you honestly think this 
ruse would work?"

"How long," Debbie asked?

"I have a team of professionals in place waiting my word 
from this meeting. Just a couple days I should think," 
Jamison answered.

"Debbie," I cried!

"Settle down Jack," she shot back. Turning to Jamison, 
"no Jamison, I meant how long would we have to keep this 
pretense up," she asked?"

"John can step down any time after the closing and you 
would become Chairman and CEO and have the full 
authority and discretion of the office," he explained. I 
slumped in my chair with a mixture of resignation and 
shock. They can't be seriously considering this foolish 
idea.

"I understand that, I mean how long would we have to 
continue this," she paused then "charade and how do we 
go back to our existing lives," she questioned.

"Oh," Jamison exclaimed! "Well, the simple answer is 
after you have assumed the leadership of the company you 
get a divorce."

"A DIVORCE," I bellowed! It was clear to everyone I was 
not onboard with this idea at all.

Jamison remained calm and turned to look at me. "Yes, 
Jack, a divorce. Notwithstanding how we got there, to 
everyone else your father and Debbie will be married. It 
will be out in the open, the shareholders of both 
companies will know, the Boards will know, the employees 
will know, and the business community will know as this 
merger will certainly be in the papers, so a divorce is 
how we will undo it," he explained. Then turning to 
Debbie he continued "as for how long, a few months, 
perhaps as long as a year. I'm sure it will be salacious 
but a divorce will be the cleanest way to return to your 
present lives."

"We will be living together during that time as husband 
and wife," Debbie reiterated?

"Sleeping together," I blurted out.

"Jack," Debbie shouted firmly standing from her seat 
glaring angrily at me.

"Sleeping arrangements can be dealt with, Jack. Besides 
you live in adjoining penthouses, I'm sure we can figure 
something out," he replied.

We all sat in silence for nearly an hour, well not me. I 
paced the floor for probably half that time before 
sitting in disgust. 

I studied my father trying to read his mind. He is 80 
years old but hardly looks 60. At 6 feet tall, he is 
lean and muscled, with a quick step. He is well tanned 
with a shock of white hair on his head, otherwise he is 
clean shaven and always sharply dressed and coiffed. His 
most notable feature aside from his tough personality, 
is his eyes, piercing blue. He has an aura about him 
that commands admiring looks and attention from women of 
all ages, including my wife.

I looked to Debbie who sat quietly with her hands in her 
lap. Like all husbands, I think she is beautiful. At 32 
years old she is a little over 5 feet 7 inches tall, 
about 120 pounds, with shoulder length blonde hair and 
lovely green eyes. She is shapely with full breasts, 
hour glass curves falling to long eye-catching legs. The 
epitome of a trophy wife, my trophy wife.

Finally my father broke the silence and spoke. "Jamison, 
do you think we should do this?" He nodded. "Debbie, 
what about you?" She first looked at me and then turned 
to my father and said "yes, I see no other viable 
option." He mulled over the situation and then turned to 
me. "Jack, under the circumstances it appears your vote 
is the only one now that counts. We'll leave the 
decision to you."

I felt sick to my stomach. "Jack," Debbie softly spoke, 
"we must do this," and then her voice dropped off. 
Silence ensued until almost imperceptibly I choked "I 
agree."

Jamison slid a folder to each of Debbie and me. "That is 
an itinerary for a business trip, you are leaving this 
evening. You will take different flights to different 
destinations, but will end up at the same location 
tonight. I have you scheduled to be out of town on 
business for the week. It is really so you can be alone 
together," he offered. It was a nice gesture even if he 
had made a huge assumption as to the outcome of the 
meeting.

The gears were set in motion immediately. Changing the 
company paperwork was easy. How Jamison managed to pull 
the original marriage certificate and other public 
documents and swap them out with ones that stated Debbie 
married John Jackson Duncan, I'll never know, but it was 
done. Jamison's team of professionals digitally altered 
photographs redacting me and inserting my father into 
wedding pictures, vacation and other personal family 
photos as well.

Two days after our meeting, DellaHouse was granted 
permission to come in and perform their due diligence. 
Jamison had informed DellaHouse in accordance with 
Article 18 that Debbie and my father were actually 
husband and wife. This sent them into a tizzy as they 
scurried about interviewing and searching for any 
evidence that might prove a fraud on our part. 

We were called back from our week away for an urgent 
meeting at the office on Friday and Jamison told us that 
DellaHouse was furious with his team. He had ordered 
them to leave no stone unturned, including spying on us 
to gather any evidence against us. He wasn't just 
suspicious, he was adamant this situation was a 
deception and his people had to prove it. At stake now 
was his business! 

"So, just know we are all being watched closely. They 
are likely listening, videoing and lurking everywhere. 
Don't assume you can say anything even in private. I 
have taken the precaution to put encryption software on 
all your mobile devices and computers. So assume they 
are trying to capture even your text messages and email. 
Also they could be using listening devices that can pick 
up conversations from 100s of yards away. From now on, 
if you want to have a private conversation take a random 
taxi or ride a public bus or subway."

It seemed we were walking on egg shells! While all this 
subterfuge was going on the details of the merger 
continued to be worked out. That weekend DellaHouse had 
invited us all to a private island resort for two weeks 
to work on the deal negotiations. We left directly from 
the office. Jamison warned us again to assume everything 
is bugged and that DellaHouse's people would be watching 
every move we made. When we arrived my father and Debbie 
were assigned a luxury suite next to me with an 
adjoining balcony overlooking the coral blue inlet and 
white sandy beaches at the resort.

That night DellaHouse hosted a cocktail party with live 
music. It was a dressy affair so all the men wore black 
suits and ties and the women wore evening gowns. I 
couldn't take my eyes off of Debbie. She was wearing a 
beautiful powder blue floor length gown slit all the way 
to her hip, showing off the full length of a shapely 
leg. 

What had me hypnotized however, was her top was shear 
with a plunging neck line and she was braless. Her 
breasts, and nipples were on full display. It was later 
that I realized all the women wore see through gowns of 
one style or another. Obviously a staged choice intended 
to disarm the gentlemen by the highly stimulating 
scenery. I had a perpetual hard-on throughout the 
evening.

At one point I was talking with Jamison when he 
commented that my father and Debbie made a good looking 
couple. I had been watching them closely and had to 
agree. They were flirting, kissing and warmly touching 
each other. I felt a rush of jealousy flow through me as 
I bit my tongue to avoid making a scene. Overcoming my 
jealousy I discovered a voyeuristic lust in watching 
them.

I retired to my suite about 3 AM. I was still torn 
inside from the obvious intimacy my father and Debbie 
had shown each other, so I poured myself a stiff drink 
and went outside on the balcony to sip my scotch, 
choosing to reflect on the evening in my solitude. At 
some point I became aware that the sliding doors to 
their suite were open. I could hear her moaning and 
gasping in what could only be the throes of intercourse.

I immediately was erect, uncomfortably so. I was eves 
dropping on my father fully engaged in sex with my wife. 
I found myself wanting to turn and watch, lust and 
desire overwhelming my own dread and jealousy. It seems 
they had no limitations, as the moans and murmurs and 
whispering went on till the first rays of sunlight shown 
on the horizon over the bay.

I finally went into my room and relieved my own lust 
before falling to sleep. I woke mid-morning to the sound 
of the shower next door. I called for room service and 
cleaned myself up before taking my breakfast and coffee 
on the balcony.

"She had sex with him last night," I quietly mumbled to 
myself. I just hung my head looking at the food on my 
plate.

The day's events were preplanned, sailing and snorkeling 
the afternoon's entertainment. Later that day as my 
father, Debbie and I boarded the boat a drink was 
immediately put in our hand. As we left the dock 
everyone was comfortable lounging on deck. DellaHouse 
leaned over to my father and said "you know, if I didn't 
know you two were married for 10 years I would swear you 
acted like newlyweds."

Ever the quick witted one my father let out a big laugh 
and replied "I have her every chance I get," he looked 
directly at me when he said this, laughing loudly. I 
felt a sinking in my heart realizing that my own father 
was enjoying this at my expense.

It was then that DellaHouse's wife got up and said "come 
on Debbie, let's give these boys something to look at." 
With that she unhooked her bikini top and dropped it, 
and then slid her bottoms off. Standing stark naked she 
looked at Debbie and challenged her "well, you weren't 
shy last night, let these guys get a good look at that 
body of yours."

Not to be out done, my father stood up and took Debbie's 
hand pulling her to her feet. Turning her to face me, he 
unhooked her top tossing it aside as he whispered in her 
ear. Then he stooped down and pulled the strings that 
held her bikini bottoms in place and tossed them aside 
too. I marveled at my naked wife in front of me. 

The sunlight seemed to weave a spell on me. My eyes 
traced the smooth curves of her long legs, sweeping 
across her round bottom and womanly hips, the graceful 
arc of her belly up to her firm, supple, pert breasts. I 
lingered studying the softness of her nipples before 
rising to her face, framed in golden blonde shoulder 
length hair, a gentle smile and sparkling eyes.

I watched as my father stood behind her, both intently 
watching me, sliding his hands up over her belly to cup 
her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples, before 
sliding one hand to her sex. Only a light curl of golden 
hair announced what was hidden beneath, demonstrating 
for all to see she was a natural blonde. With apparent 
ease my father pushed two fingers inside her. I looked 
intently as she closed her eyes and turned slightly, 
parting her lips to kiss him deeply.

The day proceeded with one-upmanship after another. It 
wasn't long before both men were nude and engaging in 
vigorous foreplay with the girls. It wasn't lost on me 
how huge my father's cock was, easily the thickest cock 
I'd ever seen, and half again as long as mine. Debbie's 
fingers could not touch as she grasped his sex. She ran 
her tongue over the length, moistening the soft skin 
before closing her lips over the head. Pulling back her 
tongue teased along the crease. Her lips closed around 
my father's thick, rigid cock as she moved her head 
taking it further into her mouth. His hands pressed down 
on her head as he fucked into her throat. 

Her lips are stretched and her jaw painfully wide, still 
she can't take him all the way in. She pulls free and 
uses her tongue to moisten his cock, sucking on his 
sperm filled balls until she again takes this sexual 
plunderer deep into her mouth, surrendering to the cock 
before her. It wasn't long before her cheeks puffed out 
and she gagged as he spewed his cum into her throat. She 
worked valiantly to swallow it all, reveling in the 
taste.

Amazingly he wasted no time to recover. Soon I watched 
in what could only be termed a perverted state of 
arousal and a fitful jealousy as my father rubbed his 
cock head over Debbie's swollen clit, and slowly pressed 
it into her. It seemed to take forever as his cock 
slowly inched into my wife's sex. He was getting a 
perverse enjoyment with her begging him to "please fuck 
me." 

Her intimate treasure was now invaded by my father's 
sexual organ. His huge cock, the one that conceived me, 
was now planted entirely and firmly within the belly of 
my wife. Yes I sat like a depraved voyeur, mesmerized by 
the explorations of Debbie's body by his hands, his 
mouth, his tongue as he thrust in and out of her. 

I listened knowingly to her sobs, moans, and pleas for 
him to cum. I felt as much as I heard her soft cries at 
his every discovery of her. I saw her body rise to meet 
his. I knew the familiar whimpers of her orgasms. I 
understood her sighs when he spewed his seed within her. 
I was envious, troubled and euphoric by their mating. 

I wondered why I was included as the sex was nonstop. I 
realized that I clearly was a fifth wheel. Intentional? 
Yes, I believed so. DellaHouse got a great amusement at 
my expense. "Jackie boy, you must be quite the voyeur. I 
can see that Debbie has an effect on you too!" Suddenly 
I was both humiliated and embarrassed as my erection had 
not gone unnoticed. Debbie seemed slightly troubled at 
this disclosure as she stared at the state of my 
erection. My father leaned over to whisper in her ear, 
yet loud enough that all could hear "see, I told you."

When we finally returned to dock the girls only put on 
their bikini bottoms and walked back to the resort and 
through the hotel topless. There were plenty of gawkers 
too. I decided to have another drink and went to the bar 
where I found Jamison. I related the events on board the 
boat, leaving out the most lurid details while we sat at 
the bar. 

"Jack, I don't know what to say," he said patting me 
gently on the shoulder.

"Why?" I wondered out loud.

"To humiliate you. I'm sure that's why you were invited 
today, why else? He cuckolded you in front of 
DellaHouse," he sobbed. "To him, sex and business are 
one in the same, the most ruthless and powerful 
dominate. He gets the same pleasure taking Debbie in 
front of you as he does winning a big business deal."

Jamison got up and left me alone to contemplate the 
events leading up to this, and wonder if he might be 
right. It was plausible, and knowing my father's 
reputation it could be true. But how could he have 
foreseen this? And whatever did I do to deserve the 
humiliation he had brought upon me?

On our third night at the resort when I returned to my 
room there was an envelope on the floor just inside the 
door. I picked it up and opened it. Inside I found a 
small USB. I poured myself a drink and sat in a chair 
with my computer and plugged it in.

It was a large MP4 file. I opened it and found Debbie 
and my father embracing in their room. She was wearing 
the gown from the first night party. I watched her kiss 
my father, a deep, full mouth loving kiss as she held 
him close to her. Holding the embrace he deftly unzipped 
her gown and let it slide to the floor. 

As I had suspected that evening, she wore nothing 
beneath the gown, she was totally naked. He lay her on 
the bed, and quickly removed his own cloths, and laid on 
his side facing her. He kissed her and then trailed 
kisses to her breasts, suckling on each nipple as his 
fingers found their way to her sex.

I had a full view of her in striking profile. The swell 
of her breasts and heave of her chest betrayed her 
arousal. I was torn as I watched him caress her body, 
touching tenderly and lightly every inch of her. He 
stroked her breasts, squeezing and gently pinching. I 
could see her nipples harden under the exploitation of 
his fingers as he squeezed and pulled them. He tickled 
her inner thigh and little by little traced a path to 
her most intimate feminine area. She arched and hung her 
head backward, her face to the ceiling. Her hands were 
clenched into tight fists as she trembled. 

Although I could not see, I imagined his fingers pushing 
into her. He was touching her in a place that only I had 
known before. There was nothing lewd about this display. 
On the contrary it was a very sensual vision. I 
discovered the jealousy within me defeated by a voyeur's 
hunger that I never knew existed. At this very moment I 
was full of lust watching my father making love to my 
wife. I saw her shudder in orgasm. At one point he 
leaned to suckle upon a pink nipple like a child as she 
embraced his head to her breast, the contrast in their 
ages adding to the fire within me.

"Dad," she whispered "I didn't think," she paused an 
obvious flush rising on her face, then "we would 
actually have sex. What about Jack," she questioned 
softly as he played with her breasts? He showered her 
face with kisses, then she added, "He will find out." 

 "Yes, he will and he will learn to accept it," he 
suggested softly, stroking her hair and lovingly kissing 
her lips. A gentle smile creased his face as he held her 
in his arms kissing her.

I watched her hand slowly trail down his body and grasp 
his cock, inhaling deeply as she did. I watched and felt 
the pangs of jealously along with the resurgence of 
desire. I undid my pants and fumbled with my erection as 
I watched my father take my wife for what was obviously 
the first time. My emotions were charged to the extreme. 
I struggled to contain my breathing under control. 

I could feel the sexual heat in my loins and blood rush 
to harden my cock. The new found voyeur in me wanted to 
watch her with my father. But I was in turmoil, 
frightened of where that would surely lead. My mind and 
body were on fire fueled by anticipation, dread and 
desire.

His eyes were focused on her. I could sense her 
excitement growing. I looked at her pale form in the dim 
light. I could see the curve of her hips and silky 
texture of her skin. My heart was racing waiting for her 
next move. Turning slightly to him, he reached a hand 
out and carefully cupped her breast. I could see his 
finger and thumb lightly flicking over her nipple. He 
then lay back drawing her breast to his lips as she 
turned her back and lay next to him.

I saw her leg glide up and over and rest upon his hip. I 
saw his erect penis. My father was indeed well endowed, 
long and thick. The thought of seeing his immense cock 
slide into Debbie's body drove me insane. I wanted her 
to have sex with him. I wanted to see the huge head of 
his cock slip past her vulva. I couldn't help myself. I 
was frozen in anguish, emotionally frayed by the scene 
before my eyes, yet wanting it, no needing it to happen. 

With her hand, Debbie grasped his throbbing penis and 
guided it to her wet opening. The pressure of his cock 
at her sex increased and I could see an abrupt slipping 
as the engorged head slid slightly between her soaked 
lips. She arched her back to help him enter her. I could 
see his cock pushing into the open folds of her wet 
labia. I watched as my father steadily inserted his 
thickening penis deeper and deeper into Debbie, 
penetrating her, as she willingly opened her sheath to 
him. 

He slid within her until I could see his rigid cock 
probed fully into her. I knew he felt the warm folds of 
her pussy as his cock disappeared, pleasing her. He 
rested as if his cock belonged there. 

He stroked into her once, twice, and then again. I felt 
guilty as if I were the one cheating on her. A wrench of 
jealousy came over me to see my father's shaft, 
glistening with her wetness glide in and out of her 
body, his hands caressing her soft white breasts, and 
his lips nursing upon her lips. 
 
My father moved in and out of her for what seemed like 
an eternity as I watched his cock fuck into her, then 
out of her, then back in, stretching her and filling 
her. Her pink lips were spread, his cock tightly inside 
her, her soft folds parting as she drew him into her. I 
watched his body move in unison with her body. The two 
bound in a forbidden union as her sex suckled his cock 
as it fucked in and out of her.

She locked her legs around my father as she dug her 
heels into his buttocks, pulling him into her, forcing 
his cock to fill her need. Her hips rocked as he 
withdrew his hardness from within her. His muscles 
tensed as he began to drive harder into her. She heaved 
her hips meeting his thrusts. I shook, captivated, 
watching their two bodies shudder in orgasm as my father 
spent his seed deep within her womb. 

Eventually sated, she lay in his arms, softly kissing 
and discovering each other's bodies. Perspiring she lay 
motionless, his cock still fully within her. Debbie 
lovingly said "Dad, I love how you feel inside of me. I 
am so full and happy." She smiled and gently kissed him. 
"I hope I please you as much as you please me," she 
whispered, her eyes watering as she spoke. I felt a cold 
chill wash over me as her words coursed through my 
brain. My hands shook, I felt light headed. My own 
father had just cuckold me and I was ashamed to be party 
to it.

It was sometime later that I began to wonder how the 
videos were made. Somewhere in their room were cameras 
capable of filming in minimal light, and highly 
sensitive audio receivers. I could see what was 
transpiring as if in daylight, and I could hear their 
whispers as if I were there. The video clips were 
professionally spliced together and contained views from 
different vantage points within the room. Whoever 
prepared this file knew what they were doing. 

I watched it several times that night, shifting from a 
voyeuristic, broken husband, to a sleuth, examining the 
evidence before me. I found no behavior, no secretive 
glances toward a camera, nothing to even suggest my 
father knew their sexual acts were being taped. Yet, my 
mind wasn't quieted of suspicion. If it was DellaHouse, 
he has the evidence he was after! It was all on this 
video, incriminating statements made by both Debbie and 
my father. So what was the purpose of giving it to me?

Several nights later we all went out to a local night 
club for drinks and dancing. Debbie wore a long sleeve 
white blouse and black slacks with matching shoes. 
During one dance my father playfully slid the blouse 
from her shoulders, teasing the crowd dancing around 
them. A group of what looked like college aged guys 
started chanting "take it off". 

Grinning from ear to ear my father took her hand and 
helped her climb onto the bar and he clapped to the 
music, urging her to take it off too. In all our married 
years I had never before seen my wife display such 
blatant sensuality as she danced to the music. The men 
in the bar crowded around the counter, cell phones 
raised to capture her tease. She danced for several 
minutes before slowly, teasingly unbuttoning her blouse, 
pulling it from her slacks. 

She unbuttoned the cuffs and shrugged the light material 
from her shoulders and down her arms, grasping it by the 
collar and tossing it into the crowd of young men 
gathered around the bar. Undoing her slacks she 
carefully pushed them over her hips and bottom, pushing 
them still to the top of the bar. Stepping slightly out 
of her shoes, she deliberately kicked her slacks into 
the crowd. Cheering was so loud we could hardly hear the 
music, yet she swayed and sensuously walked up and down 
the bar teasing the assembled group.

 The chanting continued, "Take it all off." When the 
next song started she very slowly walked along the bar, 
staring into the myriad faces of the young men admiring 
her. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, 
letting the straps fall carelessly from her shoulders 
while holding the cups in place with one hand. Her 
flirting with the patrons was overt and intentional. She 
looked to the back, to our table, her eyes fastened to 
mine as she dropped her hand holding the cups in place 
and let the bra fall to the bar top. The din increased 
even more. 

Her movements were purposeful as she wiggled her breasts 
to accentuate their brazen bareness. She slid her 
fingers into her panties and peeled them off, letting 
them fall to her feet and then kicking them out into the 
human bodies crowded around her. Then wiggling her 
bottom, her back to the crowd, she bent over displaying 
her perfect ass and the moist, puffy lips of her vulva. 
She then stood and spread her arms and fell face first 
into the arms and hands of the young men standing there. 

Hands were everywhere on her body, groping her breasts, 
tongues licking her, fingers pressed into her as she was 
passed among the crowd. Eventually after several minutes 
she was carried back to the table where DellaHouse, my 
father and I sat, applauding her strip tease.

Over the next couple hours I watched my father and 
Debbie making out, his hands fondling her breasts and 
exploring her body. I felt my own painful erection 
betray my jealousy. Finally, Debbie's blouse, slacks and 
heels found their way back to her and she put on those 
clothes. The bra and panties never made it back. The 
party continued well into the night, drinking and 
dancing until the early hours of the morning before we 
finally returned to the hotel. 

I felt deeply troubled. I was highly aroused by her 
strip tease, but also privately embarrassed, even 
ashamed. I couldn't understand my own reactions, I 
couldn't control myself. She still turned me on, easily. 
But she was sleeping with my father.

I poured myself a drink and went to sit on the balcony. 
The doors to Debbie and my father's suite were open and 
I could hear her moans. Foreplay I thought, exploring 
each other, enjoying the fruits of their bodies. The 
voyeur within me suddenly had an urge to watch, and I 
moved to a chair that gave me a view of their room. The 
moonlight shown into their room providing a good view of 
their writhing on the bed. I released my erection and 
slowly massaged my cock to their movements. I watched my 
father move between my wife's legs as he pressed his 
cock slowly into her, stopping only when he was 
completely inside. 

Resting while they kissed and his hands roamed up and 
down her body. I watched him draw nearly all the way 
out, then push hard back into her, repeating his strokes 
faster and faster as she exhorted him on, "fuck me, 
please fuck me Daddy, I want you to cum in me." Her 
voice rising as their bodies lurched first forward then 
back, then forward, her moans growing in crescendo and 
his grunts louder with each thrust. 

I saw his butt clench as he drove hard one last time, 
her legs entwined around him, tightly drawing him 
further into her, bucking her hips to match his 
penetration as she screamed a loud piercing wail. And 
then a long pause, as if both held their breath as they 
climaxed together and slowly came down from the peak of 
their sexual arousal.

I realized I too had cum, without even touching myself, 
her words driving my own desires to heights I had not 
known existed. She was an insatiable, sexual woman and 
whatever jealously I had evaporated with their climax. I 
watched as she turned her eyes toward me. She saw me 
watching, limp cock and all. A weak smile creased her 
lips in recognition. 

I sat staring out at the bay until I fell asleep in my 
room. I awoke to voices on the balcony, it was daylight. 
I stepped outdoors to find Debbie and my father with 
Jamison having coffee and Danish. I sat down and poured 
a cup of coffee. The negotiations were going slowly and 
Jamison in his plodding style bored us with detail after 
detail. Then he turned to me as said "there are some 
urgent developments back at the office and I suggest you 
return and take care of them. I see no need for your 
presence here."

I was on top of what was going on at the office and knew 
it really didn't require my presence. However, I guessed 
that Jamison was making an excuse for me to leave, to 
leave the hurt and sorrow and humiliation behind.

I agreed and flew home that afternoon. A little over a 
week later Debbie and my father returned. She didn't 
come back to work right away, apparently busy 
redecorating their penthouse. Then more than a month 
later she called me at the office and asked to meet for 
lunch. It was awkward at first, silent most of the time 
as we ate. Finally she talked to me. Her eyes were 
moist, she struggled to look at me.

"Jack," she began, "I've done some terrible things. I 
cheated on you with your father the very first night 
there. You watched me have sex with him," she paused as 
tears were now running down her cheeks! "I have 
something to tell you," she began. She fidgeted in her 
chair, twisting a finger through her hair, looking off 
into space. Moments passed as she was obviously working 
up the nerve to say whatever it was she intended to tell 
me. I sat quietly waiting for her. 

Finally she said "Jack, I am pregnant with your father's 
baby," she said.

I can't say why those words shook me. I had already 
resigned myself to accept her living with my father 
until the merger completed. But those words did affect 
me. It meant things between us would change. I felt a 
slight quiver in my hands, wringing them to keep it from 
being obvious. I felt a lump in my throat and a 
clenching pain in my chest. Our life together would 
never be the same. He cuckolded me again, still 
controlling my life and emotions, the bastard.

The next months were hard to get through. I watched 
Debbie as her belly grew, knowing it was my father's 
baby she was carrying. Yet all along I still looked at 
her as MY wife. The one person I most loved in the 
world. It hurt.

About 7 months later Debbie went into labor and her and 
my father went to the hospital. She gave birth to a baby 
boy. Even though I knew this was coming I struggled with 
the reality. My wife, the love of my life, just gave 
birth to my father's baby! My father won again, not only 
humiliating me, and cuckolding me, but taking my wife in 
front of me and impregnating her.

He still controlled the company and two weeks later he 
filed for divorce from Debbie on the grounds of 
irreconcilable differences. She came to see me, with the 
baby, and asked if I could forgive her and take her 
back. It might seem absurd but I didn't even hesitate, 
of course I would take her back.
 
With the divorce filing it seems the new Board was not 
pleased with the attention and salacious nature of the 
situation. They pressured my father to step down. 
Against his will, and he fought it, he was forced out. 
Then out of nowhere DellaHouse stepped in and voided the 
Succession requirement and nominated me as the next 
Chairman, CEO and President of The House of Duncan. I 
was approved and took over the leadership of the merged 
company.

Life seemed to return to some state of normalcy for 
Debbie and me; and the baby. Well, not exactly normal, 
as our relationship was purely plutonic. Neither of us 
spoke about it, it was just that way. We had separate 
bed rooms. Save for the obligatory polite kiss, or 
holding hands while taking the baby for a walk, within 
the walls of our house there was no intimate contact. 
Sometimes late at night I would pull out one of the 
video files from the resort. This seemed to satisfy any 
sexual tensions I might have. I was a cuckold, truly 
cuckolded by my father. I was raising his child, my 
half-brother that he conceived with MY wife.

Several months later, DellaHouse invited us to dinner at 
his home. As he showed us through the house I paused to 
stare at a picture above the fireplace mantle. I looked 
at the background, it was taken here, in this house. The 
sofa, the pictures on the wall, yes this is where it was 
taken. It was a full size nude of Debbie reclining on 
the sofa. 

She took my hand and held it firmly as I studied it. Her 
blonde tresses graced her face and lay perfectly on her 
shoulders. She was wearing red lipstick that somehow 
enhanced the green in her eyes. Her nipples were the 
color of pink coral, her skin ever so slightly tanned, 
her belly had lost the flatness from before the birth of 
the baby, yet I found its softness enticing. My eyes 
travelled down to her hidden treasure below. The golden 
hairs above her sex were gone, bare as a new born. 

I followed her beautiful, shapely legs until I came upon 
a tattoo. I was stunned. It was a Queen of Spades above 
her ankle. I looked to her and back to the picture, all 
the while she hung on to me, tightly squeezing my hand 
till my fingers tingled. I turned back to the picture 
and stepped toward it examining the tattoo more closely. 
I turned to DellaHouse to find this large black man 
grinning ear to ear. I turned back to Debbie with a 
disbelieving stare. Her eyes didn't flinch. No words 
were spoken. None seemed necessary. She only nodded her 
head, ever so slightly. Apparently there was still a 
price to pay. 

From that moment in time I would come to know a whole 
new meaning of "The House of Duncan!"

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