Days and days later, Sunday afternoon after a father-son fuck.

Gary lay on his side on the bed, still breathing hard. His body glowed with post-orgasmic relaxation, everything heavy and warm and soft. His hair and forehead were damp with sweat. His softening cock oozed cum into the old sheet that would go straight into the wash this evening. The late afternoon sunlight slanted in from the west-side window, casting bars of light from the blinds across his body and the man who lay next to him, napping after their second run to orgasm.

Veevee peeked in from the hall. "Oh, is your dad conked out?" she asked Gary.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm nearly conked out too."

"I love that you and Hank have a sex date every week," Veevee said. "But I could use a hand getting Sunday dinner going, and usually you're lying there together in a heap like God struck you down with a lightning bolt in the middle of committing sodomy."

Gary let out a choked little laugh. "It is kinda like that, Mom," he said. "'Kay, here goes." He carefully rolled over and sat up.

Veevee put her arm around Gary's shoulders and helped get him up and off the bed. She waved Gary toward the hall bathroom. "You get a shower and wait in the kitchen," she said. "I'll see if I can raise my man from the dead, if there's anything left. At least he needs to be dressed by the time the guests arrive." She entered the master bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Gary blinked, stepped into the upstairs hall bathroom, and started his shower.

Veevee cuddled up behind her husband. She caressed his thinning blond hair and kissed the back of his neck.

Hank stirred. "Vee?" he said.

"Did our son fuck my husband into a puddle of happiness again?" she said.

"Uh-huh."

Veevee laughed. "Good thing it's only once a week," she said. "I fully support my men fucking the shit out of each other, up to the point that they can still show up when they need to. I got Gary up and into the shower. He'll help get dinner started. All you have to do is get washed and dressed before our guests arrive for Sunday dinner."

"Ah. Yeah," Hank said. He took a deep breath.

"So how is it that you and Jim can do it either way, as much as you like, but doing it with Gary knocks you right out?" Veevee asked.

"Gary's hung like me," Hank said. "Jim and Pete have practice taking big cocks, namely me and Gary. I don't have that practice, and it's not that easy. Really intense. Wipes me out when I come when he's fucking me. And Gary goes a lot longer than Jim. You know both sides of that."

Veevee laughed. "Both sides of that, I suppose I do know," she said. "Gary does go longer. That's what started all this. I couldn't keep it in my pants that night. Or the next morning."

Hank laughed. "My naughty girl busting out again."

"I can't deny," Veevee said, chuckling. She blew a little puff of air, rippling Hank's hair. "I do however offer the modest suggestion that you gentlemen might choose to dump your loads in each other's mouths instead of pounding each other's butts."

"Gary's load went up my butt," Hank said. "Mine went on the party sheets."

Veevee sniffed. "I can tell," she said. "But you still got pounded into the mattress. If someone is gonna be pounded up the butt, it should be you pounding Gary. That is, if you need to show up for anything else on Sunday evening, like dinner guests. You boys still trying for simultaneous, or is Gary always popping off early?"

"We've pretty much got it," Hank said. "At least with Gary in me, we've got it down. Get hard, get him in, jack me close, and then put his hand on my dick and pound me till we both come. Sometimes Gary can't hold it when I'm going into him, but I'm cool with stopping if he needs me to." He laughed. "I think getting the timing right lays us both out flat. Having his butthole squeeze down right when I'm shooting off makes it that more intense for both of us. Same thing other way round."

"Men at work," Veevee said. "Doing their best for each other. I love to hear that. You think Gary would be up to taking you on at a party?"

Hank stretched. "Probably not," he said. "He's been with Bernie and with Sandy's big sister Peggy and with Sally one time. I think Peter is just about his limit. How did our boy get so bashful?"

"Wellll," Veevee said. "I think he was shy about Peter, mostly. And Bernie and her mom have only been working on him for a couple of years. I think he's blossoming, yes. But maybe he's just happy enough the way things are."

"Thanks, Vee," Hank said. "You really were a miracle, you know?"

Veevee laughed. "Oh, you flatterer," she said. "That's not what I am. You know why I picked you, Henry Menard. Some days, you know, all I am to myself is three holes hungry for fuck. But that never mattered to you. You always told me, do what you need to do, just come back happy to be home."

"Hon?" Hank said. "Are you crying?"

Veevee sniffled. "I picked you because you were a good man who had his shit together and didn't fight me on things that mattered to me."

"Back atcha with double sprinkles," Hank said. "There was no way I was gonna lose you over being proud about something that didn't really matter. Not more than you. "

"Not more than my hot ass," Veevee said, chuckling.

"I knew who I was marrying and I knew I was your number one," Hank said. "I knew from the start we were never going to be each other's 'one and only'."

"True true, that's why I chose you," Veevee said. She patted his shoulder. "Up and at 'em, Hank. Shower time. If you've gotta nap away your fuck, you have to do it dressed for Sunday dinner."

"Not gonna fight you on that one," Hank said.

"But I am gonna wait until you're in the shower," Veevee said.

"I guess you know me well."

"I've seen you fucked to exhaustion, yup, lots of times," Veevee said. "And that means I'm gonna wait till you're standing up with the shower running."

With Hank standing under a lukewarm shower and soaping up, Veevee moved along. She pulled off the soiled party sheets covering the bed. "Boys love their barebacking," she muttered with a smile. She balled up the sheets and got them going in a hot wash, then washed her hands, put on an apron, and started getting dinner going while she waited for Gary.