Joy helps Kylan with his birthday

I’d love to say that after our lovemaking, Bradley and I fell asleep romantically. Either with me wrapped up around him, us spooning each other, or lying side by side, face to face, with our arms intertwined. Unfortunately, that’s not the way it turned out. After Bradley came in my ass he let go of my hair and arms but then immediately fell on me. My arms may no longer be held behind me by his fist, but they’re still pinned in the same position with his weight covering me. I’m actually thankful for the various corsets and waist cinchers I’ve had to wear since coming here as they’ve gotten me used to taking shallow breaths, the only kind I’m able to take at the moment.

I can feel his cock still buried in me, slowly growing soft. As it reluctantly tries to shrink its way out of me though, I can’t stop myself from clenching down on it. It’s just pure reflex, bearing down like I do on the learning aide when I want to push it out, but in this case my squeezes must be coming across as something different as I feel Bradley adjust his position on me, centering his legs between mine and reaching up to cup my chin. When he lines his lips up with my ear I feel my whole-body shiver with the casual intensity of his question, “Mmm… is my fiancé is wanting round two?”

I close my eyes and groan as I feel Bradley’s cock’s retreat change direction and start growing harder inside of me. It doesn’t take long for him to get back to full stiffness and start casually, almost lazily, stroking in and out of me. He stays in position atop me, keeping my breaths shallow and my head pinned with his hand still gripping my chin. While I can’t honestly say that it’s entirely terrible, round two is clearly for Bradley’s pleasure and not mine. I get into the rhythm and feel some pangs of sweetness from his cock’s in and out motions, but it’s not enough to carry me onto another orgasm before he’s panting madly in my ear and giving me another full load of his cum deep in my ass.

Thankfully this time, when he’s done, Bradley rolls us onto our sides and pulls completely out of me. With his arms snaking around me and holding me close, I gladly accept the calm warmness of going to sleep as the little spoon.

Waking up I stretch and take a deep breath, happy to feel that Bradley is still asleep with his arms around me. Rolling over I give him a sleepy kiss while reaching down and gripping his morning hardness. While I’m growing uncomfortably comfortable with debasing myself on a regular basis, especially with Bradley, I have absolutely no intent on going down on his cock after it’s been… well, where’s it was last night. When his eyes open, I smile, snuggle closer, and simply say, “Shower.”

Bradley gets out of bed and pulls me out after him, draping me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. When he stands me back up in the shower I get the water to the right temp and position us under it so that we can clean each other. Once we’re clean I make sure it’s a process we’ll have to repeat by going down and giving him a morning blowjob, which Bradley lovingly follows up by going down on me.

When we’re clean again I break our normal routine by drying us off and then pulling Bradley into the bedroom with me. As he gets dressed and I start selecting out some clothes for myself and then putting my makeup on, I start asking him what I intended to ask him last night. “Bradley, while I love that you were so prepared, how exactly did you know to have a ring on you? I didn’t know I wasn’t 100% sure I was going to do that until just a few moments before.”

Bradley sits on the corner of the bed and plays at cleaning his fingernails, seemingly avoiding looking at me while he answers. “Well, I’ll be honest with you Joy. I’ve been carrying that ring in my pocket for over a week now. Ever since you first cooked me dinner and the first time we had sex on your bed. I knew then that I wanted to be your husband. You were so strong willed and yet so mysterious. I was of course enamored with a woman moving into the neighborhood right next to me, but I don’t think I fell in love until that night.”

I pause while I’m brushing out my hair, thinking that this is so close to being incredibly romantic. Of course, it’s not fully there as that’s the night he also spanked me and **** himself on me, but it still makes my breathing quiver and eyes tear up. To HIM it’s romantic.

“Well, that’s very sweet Bradley. I didn’t realize you were holding a torch for me for so long.” I finish up my hair, slip into my stepford wife style dress, and step into my three-inch heels. “Come on down for breakfast. You’ll have to tell me what I need to do for Kylan’s birthday.

When we go downstairs, I see that Sterling is on his charging pad in the living room. As I turn toward the kitchen Bradley goes over to the house robot and starts talking in a low tone to him. As I’m getting out the eggs, butter, and bread I feel a pleasant buzz from my learning aide and see Eileen putting up a notice in my field of view: ‘Head of Household changed form Sterling Barron to Bradley Atwood’

I turned back just in time to see Bradley taking his seat at the dining room table and asked, “Honey, did you turn Sterling off? I see that he’s no longer officially listed as the head of household. Umm… you are!”

Bradley looks confused for a moment then looks like something suddenly made sense. “Oh, you probably saw it come up on the kitchen screen. Yes, I put Sterling into pure mentor mode. No need for him to act like a head of household when you have me. After breakfast, I’ll move my stuff in. I’d say we could move you into my house, but honestly your house is newer and has more closet space. Anyway, I think Sterling can still be helpful in easing you into our society and customs. But he’ll act according to any commands given to either your or me.”

As I move back into the kitchen, I don’t have to wonder what would happen if Bradley and I gave Sterling opposing instructions. The head of household’s orders would always overweigh the wife’s. I also make a mental note that I should probably let Bradley know about Eileen. I’ll just have to decide on how much to let him know. Even though I don’t think he’d **** it, he’s currently unaware of just how much power he has over me through that insidious device. But then again, I don’t want Eileen trying to interpret some off hand comment he gives that puts me into a pickle.

Just as I’m putting the bread into the toaster, I let out a little yelp as I feel Bradley come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist. After a little hug he asks “Joy, you don’t really like making breakfast, do you? Be honest with me.”

I spin in Bradley’s arms and see an earnest desire to learn about me there. After a little sigh, hoping I’m not setting myself up for some kind of ‘brat’ treatment I go with the honesty I believe a real couple deserves. “To be honest Bradley, I don’t. I don’t enjoy cooking. Sterling had me doing it as it’s expected of me. I can do it and I even like doing it if it makes you happy, but no… on spec, I don’t enjoy cooking.”

Bradley smiles, leans in to give me a kiss on the forehead and says, “I thought so. You have to understand, that is beyond rare here. Women born and raised in Mishigami love cooking and serving. If I were to just prevent you from doing it, it’d be looked upon as spousal ****. But if you don’t like it, that makes this a lot easier.” He flashes me a wink before calling over his shoulder “Sterling, come here and make us two plates of breakfast. Eggs, toast, and bacon.”

As he guides me back into the dining room Bradley adds “I never liked a heavy breakfast myself!”

As Sterling makes and serves us breakfast, Bradley lays out what’s expected of Kylan’s birthday routine. He’s already at school as this serves as his graduation. When he comes back, he’ll come here and be joined by three of his very close friends, Bradley, and myself. We’ll have some games and a traditional cake that Eileen presents a recipe for. Once the clock hits six PM, Bradley will declare Kylan to be an adult. He’ll then escort the friends out as the remaining evening will be for adults only.

I nod and say, “And that’s um… that’s when he and I can have sex?”

Bradley finishes off his bacon, answering the question like it’s just another matter of form. “Yup, it’s still up to you so he can use your bed, but if you’d rather keep that area for us he can use another area of your liking. Hell, he can take you back to our house which will become his house.”

I try to get my head around the fact that it’s not only an expected part of their society, but an honorable one to have sex with a single woman in the neighborhood, while I prepare the house for Kylan and his friends. With working most of the week I can see how the house needs a lot of cleaning. With quite a bit of glee, in no small measure from him being my task master a matter of hours ago, I get Sterling to do all of the heavy lifting, cleaning the entire bedroom, vacuuming all the floors, doing all the laundry, dusting all the shelves, and washing all of the windows. Meanwhile I work on setting up a nice lunch, the birthday adulting cake, and even prepping for a dinner as long as I have the time.

Bradley spends the day moving his personal items, clothes, bathroom kit, some snacks and drinks he’d like, from his house to mine. I panic after an hour or so, and ask if he needs to get to work, remembering that he said he’d get in trouble if he was late again. He smiles and calms me with a kiss to my cheek and a pat to my rear, telling me that husbands-to-be get a month off work. He’s already called in.

When Kylan comes up the driveway, I see his friends park right behind him and they all come up the walkway. I meet them at the doorway, giving them all glasses of lemonade and show them to the living room where they can play with the games I had installed on the entertainment center. I have to suppress a giggle as I’m leaving and hear his friends whisper furiously “Oh my God man, is that your stepmom!? She’s HOT!”

We all end up having a fun day. Kylan’s friends aren’t quite as mature as he is, and my best guess puts them closer to 16 as opposed to 18. But they seem to get along really well and there are several moments where it’s clear their friendships will at the very least be taking a break while they transition from childhood to adulthood one by one. Kylan especially seems to be trying to get the most out of the day.

I serve everybody a lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches, chips, and creamy tomato bisque soup. I pooh pooh Bradley away when he tries to have Sterling help out, letting him know that I’m happy to serve Kylan and his friends on his big day.

The afternoon goes by amazingly quickly after we have some of the birthday adulting cake. By the time I’m done in the kitchen, with the beef stew for dinner just starting its long simmer on the stovetop, Kylan and his friends have finished up with their electronic games and are moving out into the front yard. I take a seat on the couch next to Bradley and watch through the large picture window as the young men… boys… play. After twenty minutes and not being able to figure out what they’re playing, I lean against Bradley and ask him to describe their game to me.

With Bradley’s arm finding its way around my shoulder I sigh comfortably, knowing full well that I’m taking advantage of the stereotype. Of course he likes mansplaining things to me. But the sport he describes is honestly interesting. It’s like a less violent and more mathematics-based version of football. Their oblong ball can have its physical properties changed on the fly by certain players making long passes suddenly drop out of the sky or a bouncing ball take a fortuitous turn. The level of gamesmanship and strategy needed would be staggering in an American college setting and is amazing that it can be played amongst three boys.

When I noticed the sun getting lower in the sky I look up at the clock and see that it’s almost six o’clock. Giving Bradley a kiss, seeing that he’s emotional in his own way, I move to the bar and make two Old Fashioneds. One with extra bitters and one without. When Bradley calls Kylan in they have their adulting ceremony. It’s simple and casual and yet obviously weighs heavily upon both of them. When it’s done, they give each other hugs and Kylan’s friends come to say goodbye. I smile, noting that when they came in, they were all slapping each other’s shoulders and backs in camaraderie. Now, they each shake Kylan’s hand solemnly and call him “Sir”

Kylan’s friends thank Bradley for his offer to take them home but remind him they have their own vehicles before stepping outside and leaving. When Bradley and Kylan walk in I come in with my serving tray and offer each of them a drink, reminding Kylan that he can always have juice if he’d like but I thought he’d like a taste of what his father drinks.

Kylan seems excited by his first taste of an adult beverage while Bradley looks upon me with respect and happiness from me going above and beyond. While they take their seats I move into the kitchen and finish prepping dinner. When I call them in, Bradley immediately notices only two place settings and has me set another. I do it without question, not wanting to make any waves on Kylan’s special day but still wondering why I have to serve Sterling if he’s in mentor mode.

I’m therefore surprised when I have the meal set out and Bradley pulls the chair out, asking me to sit down and join them. We end up having a fun dinner with Bradley telling Kylan tales about his own shockingly truant and misbehaving transition to adult hood, and Kylan admitting to more than his own fair share of misdeeds that never got shared with Bradley. When we’re done with dinner and I’ve served everyone a piece of cake, Bradley calls for Sterling to clean everything up while we all make our way into the living room.

We sit down and talk, and while I join in as much as I can I let Bradley and Kylan lead the conversations direction. In short, I try to be a woman of this society so that Kylan has a smooth introduction into becoming an adult in this society.

After everyone’s third after dinner drink, Kylan stands up and smiles down at me. “Joy, I can’t thank you enough for the day. A couple weeks ago I was thinking this would just be a normal everyday experience between Dad and me. But having you here has made it truly special and will be a memory I keep forever. But unless I’m missing something, you haven’t had a break for your relief or satisfaction all day, what with all your attention spent on me. Are you in need of some satisfaction?”