80% of luck is preparation.

While I waited for any word from Gina and her family, I had to resolve how to normalize my relationship with Noime without blowing up my marriage. To call my wife territorial would be accurate. She allowed no other woman close enough to stake any claim. She wanted me to be a one woman man. The fact that I was clearly finding that impossible was something of which she had no knowledge.

I decided that what might work for Gina and her father, with some alterations might work for me. I needed to get my wife used to Noime’s sexual presence with me. I would have to seem like the innocent recipient of Noime’s overt attention. Noime needed to seem like she was behaving normally for a person who needed a male anchor in her life. Over the following week, whenever I could find time to talk with and conspire with Noime, that’s what we did. The plan was hatched.

If I sat down on a couch, Noime would eventually sit down next to me and find some reason to put her hands somewhere on me. When she went to school and came home from school she started demanding hugs from me. When it was time for her to go to bed, once she had changed into her bed clothes, she would seek me out for a big hug. If she didn’t feel well, she would demand that I check on her and take care of her. If she needed to go shopping she would insist I come with her to help her pick out whatever it was. If she could not sleep, she was to ask if she could sleep in our bed – between me and my wife.

I was to remain clueless as this went on.

Noime got creative on her own. She conspired with my wife to tickle attack me. One, on each side of me, on the couch one night. That gave her free access to touch me all over with my wife approving and cooperating. Noime started “confiding” to my wife that she needed to feel close to me. She was getting depressed when she couldn’t. Since we are talking about a ten-year-old, my wife’s response was to tell me to spend more time with the child.

When Noime asked my wife if she might sleep with us every night, my wife came to me with a problem. If she allowed it, my wife and I would have far fewer times to engage in sex. I agreed that it seemed like a problem. I suggested we not allow it, and put my wife in the position to suggest we try it for a few weeks, hoping that Noime would grow out of it.

As all this was occurring, I awaited hearing any news from Gina. For three weeks we heard not a peep. Noime had not even seen Gina on line. I was getting very worried when all three, Gina and her parents came for supper one day. Normally parents sit at the table and the children sit on the floor in the Sala, watching TV as they eat their meal. This time it was different. Gina not only sat at the table, she sat between her parents. I took that as a good sign. I was curious as to why Gina took four napkins from the holder on the table. I was less curious as to why when I started to see Gina’s father squirm and I was able to only see the child’s hand that was on her mother’s side. I almost laughed out loud when her father dropped his spoon, groaned and slumped at the table. The damn child had given her father a hand job while we ate supper. The napkins where to catch the semen! She was 8 years old!

Quite innocently, I turned to the guy and asked, Are you OK? Do you need to lie down?

He assured me he was OK, it was just a momentary thing. Oh how true that was!

After dinner, I pulled him aside and spoke to him in a way that did not allow him to say anything. Look, you keep on enjoying your little girl. I know she will want you to fuck her, but she is too young right now. Enjoy the hand and blow jobs. Lick her pussy if you like, but nothing goes into her pussy until she is two years older. You hurt her by trying too soon and I will make sure you regret it.

Gina’s father’s face was ashen. I continued, Send Gina over after school tomorrow. She will stay with us for the night. I need to speak with her… don’t ask why and don’t ask Gina. Be a good boy and you will continue to enjoy the fruit of your loins for a long time. Understand?

He just nodded and I walked away.

The next afternoon, when Gina’s school released, a tricycle¹ brought her to our home. My wife was at the market shopping as the imp walked in and came over to me. She had already slipped out of her shoes and was in her socks as she entered the house. Gina took hold of my hand to honor² me and I blessed her.

Come sit down child.

Yes, Sir.

Is your father treating you well?

Sir?

Has your father hit you?

No, Sir.

Has he tried to put his penis in you?

Yes, Sir, but I did what you told me to do. I told him it was too big for me and that he should wait until I was ten to do that.

What happened?

He ask me how I know that.

I told him, just like you tell me. I tell him that if I tell him, then bad things will happen to him and me. I then take him in my mouth. He cums then. We not talk about it again, Sir. Gina paused and a puzzled look came over her face. Sir, may I ask a question?

Yes, of course. What is it?

Well, maybe I imagine, but now I think I understand the look of a man when he wants me, I see that in other men sometime. Is that wrong? Am I right that maybe other men also want me? I am little, Sir, not like a woman. I am a little girl.

Who do you think wants you?

I am scared to say, Sir.

There is nothing to be scared about, Gina. Who do you think wants you?

You won’t tell him?

No, Gina I will not tell him or anyone else either. Who is it?

The Principal of my school, Sir. He looks at me like my father looks at me now that I do things to him. But I never done anything to the Principal, why he look at me that way?

He likes you, Gina. Do you like him?

Sir?

Do you want to play with his penis?

Should I?

Gina… do you want to?

Sir? Maybe?

Well, if you decide you want to, then you should do it.

How?

First, when you see him look at you, smile back really big.

OK.

Gina, are you sitting or standing when he is looking at you.

Normally standing, Sir.

Do you have a pencil or pen with you at those times?

Sometimes, Sir.

When you see him looking at you, put that in your mouth… yes like that… and then open your mouth and run your tongue around it a little… yes just like that. If he comes up to you and you can talk with him without any one listening, ask him to call you to his office after school so you can meet him alone. Then he will be your boyfriend.

Really? My Principal will be my very own boyfriend?

Yes, Gina, really. If he wants you like you think, based on his look, then yes.

I will try it, Sir!

Good girl. Now you will stay the night and play with Noime.

Yes, Sir!

And off she skipped. I do mean that, she skipped into Noime’s bedroom. She and Noime would lick each other to orgasms that night, something that Noime needed after getting worked up each night as she cuddles up “innocently” in front of my wife.

Though tonight would be different as Noime would sleep with Gina, our regular, if temporary, sleeping arrangements now included Noime each night. For a number of nights, it was all innocent, except for the fact that Noime had a hard time keeping her hands off my member. She would slowly and without much noticeable movement get hold of the pole. Slowly she would work it. One time based on how we were positioned on the bed, she took me, without my wife having a clue, in her mouth. Noime was having a ball, but that made things a little uncomfortable for me as there was no way to easily take care of it without going to the CR and take care of myself! On the other hand, my wife was always the first one up. Morning after morning I would finger Noime to her morning orgasm. Twice I didn’t finger her, instead I mounted her, and left my cum in her pussy, while my wife was in the shower. The fact that the KY was right there by the bed made things go smoothly, if you will allow the pun. Little ten-year-old Noime had the tightest pussy I had ever been in and she was always ready to take me inside her thin body. As she had yet to menstruate, there was no concern about pregnancy.

In the morning, Gina went to school accompanied by Noime. Two happy little kids.

My wife and I realized in those first days of Noime’s entry into our bed, that we could engage in sex together at moments during the day when we were alone in the house. With that discovery, our sexual life became more frequent and more satisfying. It also meant that there was no ‘reason’ to kick Noime out of our bed. Shortly after Gina’s visit, my wife announced that Noime could continue to stay in our bed if she continued to want to do so.

About ten days into Noime’s, permanent and official nightly entry into the bedroom, following that decision, I decided to change the rules. I told Noime to start snuggling up to my wife, stroking her and trying to be sexual with her. I had no idea what the results would be, but it was worth seeing what would shake out. Nothing ventured, nothing gained! It had some immediate benefits. If my wife thought the child was attracted to women and not men, then the child’s need to be ‘innocently’ comforted by me in other things made more sense. If my wife enjoyed it, we could work with that dynamic to make it a three way.

The first night Noime’s hands wandered over my wife, the actions appeared to be ignored. Noime’s hand never actually invaded critical space, but she did hold onto my wife’s left breast for a while. On the second night, Noime was a little more assertive with her touch. She started working my wife’s nipples. Multiple times, Noime put her hand on my wife’s vagina. Each time, my wife moved the child’s hands to safer places.

I acted like I was unaware that anything was occurring. The next morning when my wife got up she looked distracted or troubled. I asked her if there was a problem. She said, No, it is nothing.

As soon as my wife left for the shower, I grabbed the KY, slicked Noime up and fucked her good and hard. We were both so damned horny. I was deep in her pussy with my finger deep up her ass. My mouth was battling tongues with this little girl. We both came hard. When Noime felt my cum, she whispered in my ear, You are mine. You know that, right?

We had taken too long, but my wife did not exit the shower for the longest time that morning. I guess we weren’t the only horny ones.

On the third night, Noime repeated what she had attempted the previous night. She rolled my wife’s nipples. But rather than dislodge the child’s hand, my wife accepted, allowed and moaned in delight. It continued on for a good ten minutes like that before Noime switched which of her hands were on the breasts. Once she had the best hand free, and while my wife’s breasts were still under attack, Noime opened up her attack on a second front. She put her hand on my wife’s pussy, spread the outer labia, and found the clit. While I could not see a damned thing, I knew it had happened by the sound my wife made. I have caused that sound to be made many times. By now Noime had one nipple in her mouth, a hand on the other nipple and she was attacking the clit. My wife was going nuts. She wanted more, more. And she got more. Noime put her thumb on the clit and four tiny fingers up my wife’s pussy. Not more than thirty seconds later, my wife came in a way that I strive to bring her to but do not always achieve.

Little ten-year-old Noime had rung my wife’s bell. The question was, what would happen now?

In the morning, Noime and I recapitulated what we had done the previous day but finished up far sooner. That was a good thing as my wife was out of the shower far more quickly. Still all looked quite normal when she re-entered the bedroom.

Noime stayed in character as the morning proceeded. She got her hugs from me before she left for school. Once she was out of the door, I looked at my wife and said, I think you and I need to talk.

She ran out of the room and back to the bedroom. I waited ten minutes before going to the bedroom door. Finding it locked, I called out, Hon, unlock this door.

The door was unlocked and I entered. My wife’s face was streaked with tears. Tell me what happened last night.

No! If I tell you, you will either say I am a liar or I am crazy!

Maybe, but I do love you. So tell me because there is no one who will ever care for you as much as I do.

You won’t love me if I tell you.

I guess you will just have to take your chance on that. Maybe you are right, maybe you are wrong. Either way, tell me what happened.

I sat beside her and tried to put my arm around her, but she rejected that and moved a few inches away. She did begin to tell me what had happened to her. It was interspersed with many long sessions of tears. About half way through what she would end up telling me, she finally accepted my touch. By the end she was in my arms and we were rocking back and forth as I comforted her. Much of the details I provided above as to what happened I learned from my wife as she had told it to me.

Do you hate me?

No! Why should I hate you?

Because I am a criminal! Because I am a pervert! Because I betrayed your trust! Because I am evil, a monster!

I don’t think any of what you called yourself is true. You are a loving woman who was dealing with a young girl who has discovered her sexual being and needed to explore it with you. I think you would have damaged her psyche if you had done any differently. You did just right.

How can you say that? I had sex with a child.

No, she had sex with an adult who was not going to exploit or abuse her. She was very lucky.

I have to think about that. I am so confused! I am not a lesbian! But she made me cum like I was!

Hon, I know you love me and love sex with me. I am not worried about that. The fact that you got off on Noime’s touch does not change the fact that you get off on my touch.

So what am I? A freak?

Human. You are human. And a beautiful human at that!

You still love me?

Yes, I still love you. We are OK and we will continue to be OK. The question is, how do we allow Noime to express her feelings without getting into trouble outside the home with others who might exploit her?

I don’t know and I am very sad for her. lesbians, here in the Philippines, have a very difficult time.

Oh hon, I doubt Noime is a lesbian. At her age, it’s just innocent experimentation. I suspect that if she has access to a cock, she will want that just as much.

No, if she wanted cock, she would have hit on you and not me!

Maybe. Maybe she figured that you would kick her out of the house if she did that. This house is her ‘safe place’ and she is going to protect that as much as she can. By showing you love, maybe she felt she wasn’t going to trigger your wrath.

So I am supposed to allow her to get me off every night? Really!? That can’t be right!

I think we need to deal with this as a couple. She obviously has sexual feelings. She channeled all of it toward you. Clearly we do not want to have her channel all of it toward me! But if we deal with her as a couple; Allow touch, and teach her how to accept safe touch in return, as a couple, that might work. She will see that we love each other and no one can come between us. She will see how to pleasure and receive pleasure in a safe way. We can assure that she does not experiment outside the house. If we are successful, she will grow strong, self-confident and happy.

I guess. I need to think about it. Are you sure you still love me?

Yes. I am sure. Why don’t you just go back to bed and sleep for a while.

OK.

I closed the bedroom door as I exited. I did not know what she would decide. It could go a number of ways. I sure as hell hoped she didn’t run to the local pulis³ office and turn herself in as a child molester! The nothing ventured, nothing gained, was maybe not such a good idea.

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Chapter 4