How did he not see this coming?

“Grant? Is that you?” A male voice called out from the darkness in front of the Benson household.

Grant froze inside as he kept up the movements of tucking his cock back in his pants. He always hated getting put back inside of clothes without having a chance to clean himself, but in this case he was absolutely happy to have to do that. There was no way that he wanted to have his dick out in front of Jim Benson, Sarah’s husband. The fact that he had claimed, and fucked, this man’s wife was something that Grant had wanted and was thrilled to have done. The fact that he had forgotten that she was still married was something that absolutely should have been on his mind, and he couldn’t believe he had forgotten.

A deep sense of guilt filled Grant as he thought about the fact that this man, who had never done anything to him, was about to have a massive, world shattering, change in living circumstances. Yet, for all the guilt that he felt, there was also a warm glow in Grant’s chest that he had managed to Claim such a powerfully desirable woman. The fact that he wouldn’t change that Claim for the world did nothing for the guilt that bubbled up in his gut about the fact that he had taken Jim Benson’s wife from him.

“Grant! It is you! What are you doing here? Is there some sort of trouble?” Jim was looking between the flustered looking officer, the police cruiser, and then back to Grant. “Uh, if you were thinking of going back home, Grant, your parents moved out a year and a half ago. They sold their house…didn’t you know that?”

Grant shook his head softly, and gave a lopsided grin. “Sorry, Mr Benson. I didn’t mean to startle you. I was actually looking to talk to Mrs Benson. My friends and I are looking for a little place to rest up for a minute or three. I was able to talk to Mrs Benson for a little bit, and she suggested that I could crash here. She sent Officer Smith here to escort us because of the troubles.”

“Troubles?” The ginger haired man said, his eyes looking troubled. “What kind of troubles? No, let’s go inside first. If there is going to be problems out there, then let’s go inside. Inside is better than not.”

“You’re certainly right, sir.” Julie said, her eyes locked onto Grant. “Inside is definitely better.”

Rolling his eyes, Grant couldn’t help but smirk at the innuendo’s floating around. If anything though, Julie was the one who could make that joke, since she had just barely managed to pull her pants up before Jim Benson had rounded the corner of the police cruiser. The fact that she had his cum inside of her, probably slowly dripping from her was something that threatened to start Grant down the path of taking another one of his women again.

Instead of arguing, they all went inside. It was an interesting procession with all the ladies that were going inside. At first there was some shuffling around to see who was going first, until Grant stepped through. He wasn’t entirely comfortable with that, as he had been raised that a man let a woman go first so that she knew he was being kind and showing deference to her. In this new world that was about to start showing itself, a man who let his women take charge would almost certainly be viewed as weak. Weakness would in turn invite attack. It was a foreign thought process to some degree, but Grant had always loved his medieval history. The thought they might be going back to a more…medieval time was something that struck him as he sat down, and immediately induced a cold sweat.

Grant sat down on the brown leather couch, the distinctly leather squeaking creak filling the room as one after another of his girls sat with him. Mr Benson smiled softly as he sat in his own pale brown, name brand, La-z-boy, chair. His eyes shifted from one to the other of the women with his guest, and Grant could all but feel the intensity of his curiosity.

“So, what really brings you here, Grant?” Jim Benson said, his eyes kind but determined. “I know you said that my wife sent you here, and I don’t doubt that. On the other hand, I know my wife, Grant. If she sent you here, especially with these lovely young ladies, then there is something going on that you haven’t said. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

Grant took a deep breath, and nodded. “You’re right, there is a lot more than going on than I said outside. Part of that is because what I’m going to say needs to be kept quiet because we don’t need to start things if people don’t already know. Let me ask you this, Mr Benson. Have you gotten a strange text message this evening? One that you may or may not have thought was absolutely ridiculous?”

“Oh you mean about the whole ‘women are going to serve men the way they are meant to because they’re women’? Yeah, I got that stupid hoax text. What about it?” The older man let his eyes slowly roam over the group of ladies sitting next to or around Grant. “You can’t possibly be serious! Are you trying to tell me that this is real? That there is some way to Claim women, brain washing them into thinking that you’re some sort of Master or owner of them?!”

Grant took a deep breath, knowing that the next things that were likely to be asked what he had been dreading every since the man had been at home. Something that he’d been hoping to not have to ever face. A husband who was smart enough to realize exactly what as going on. And that it as going on with his wife as well.

“I can tell that it’s true by the fact that you’re not answering, Grant. I can also tell that by the number of women with you, including an officer, that you’ve been doing well for yourself. A little greedy, I suppose, four women for one man. I mean, after all, there is almost a 1:1 ratio of men to women in the world, so having so many women to yourself will mean that there are three men who wont have a woman themselves. You’re likely to have a lot of men envying you for that.”

“Yes, I imagine I will. It’s part of why I am here. You see, Sarah… I mean, Mrs Benson, sent me here, partly because the houses in this neighborhood is familiar, and because there is a lot of storage space in these houses. She didn’t directly say that it was also because we back up onto a lot of farm country, but you know your wife. She is always planning ahead for security things. I guess that’s why she is a Sergeant on the **** now, huh?”

“Indeed. And why, exactly, are you calling my wife by her first name?” Jim Benson asked, his eyes once more narrowed on the younger man who he had seen graduate high school and become a man. “And why, exactly, did my wife suggest her home for you to come to meet her?”

“Well, Mr Benson. The answer is relatively simple. I claimed your wife. She’s mine now.” Grant said. His eyes locked on the older man, with a determined look. He breathed deeply, trying to shake off the tension that filled the air so thick you could touch it.