Chapter 22 – Consequences
I had walked out on my wife. Looking back I still can’t believe how easily I lost everything I cherished most in my life and ended up back in my old bedroom next door, back with my parents, my tail between my legs. My one month old marriage was already crumbling. I wish I could say I didn’t deserve what happened to me but that wouldn’t be true, the twins were right; I knew what I was getting into when I married Jessica. Ellen had even warned me about her little sisters; almost three years ago she told me they were liars and that this would happen over and over again. I was foolish to think I could change that. I was an idiot to believe marrying Jessica might change her. She didn’t change. They didn’t change. I needed to change and adapt myself again or be torn apart by the scheming sisters… and I couldn’t. Not this time. Not any more. Jessica had promised me that she would tell her sister that our extra-marital encounters would be changing. In return, on the day of my twenty-first birthday, we had the best sex of my life; baby making sex. And we made a commitment to each other to buy a home just for us and raise a family. She was eager to tell Rachel our plans after a night of joyous procreation and left me, happy but exhausted, in our marital bed.
I should have known. Or at least suspected. Jessica hadn’t told Rachel of the promise she made… or if she did they chose to break it immediately. She wanted her twin sister to have everything she had, like they were one person. But they weren’t one person… so they swapped places. Again. Rachel pretended to be Jessica and I bathed her ripening ovaries in fresh sperm. They laughed at me when I found out. Like they had done when I caught them swapping while we were dating. Back then I marked one with a permanent marker pen and discovered their deception. This time I had potentially left something far more permanent. She wanted my baby. They both did. I had already fathered one illegitimate child… I wasn’t going to father another. If it wasn’t for their fertility issues I would be in huge trouble now.
So I chose this miserable existence for myself. That’s who they were and they were right; I knew this when I married Jess. They were devoted sisters. I was never going to be able to get between them. They would look out for each other. Support each other. Cover for each other. Lie for each other. And in the end it was the lies that broke me. I made my bed and now had to lie in it as the saying goes. Reflecting back, the worst part about it was the fact that I had compromised for them! I had adjusted my expectations and accepted Rachel was going to be a part of my life, potentially forever. I had agreed to be her lover, what sane man wouldn’t, the twins were both drop dead gorgeous! All I needed from Rachel was her agreement that my extra-marital activities would involve some sort of birth control. I would willingly give myself to her, commit adultery for her, to feed my wife’s sexual fetish and my own unfaithful and illicit needs. I was a cheat. A worthless human being. A pathetic man. And I became all of those things for my wife. For both of them. And it still wasn’t enough.
Across from me, an old mirror hung on the wall, its surface speckled with age. It was my grandfather’s, probably the only thing I had left of his since I gave away my inheritance to free myself and the family next door from Ellen’s tyranny. It was meant for checking my reflection before stepping out into the world, making sure I looked presentable. I wasn’t sure why I bothered. Still, I glanced at myself.
I wasn’t particularly tall or muscular–quite the opposite. I didn’t work out at a gym, but windsurfing on the lake seemed to keep me fit enough. I looked average. In yesterday’s jeans and a t-shirt my body was hidden. No hit of a six pack but broad-shouldered like my father, with pale skin that never seemed to tan no matter how much sun I got. My mousey brown hair was a lifeless, lank mess, too long to look neat but too short to serve any real purpose. It fell over my forehead, half-hiding my eyes, which always seemed a little too wide, too dark, giving me a permanent look of quiet wariness.
Sunday. A day of rest. It was still early in the morning. A summer storm had cleared the air but not my mind. The skies were still grey and broody and the humidity was increasing but I did not dare to open my bedroom window. Even the sight of the hose next door could send me into a panic attack. I decided to turn my phone back on, just so I could have the pleasure of ignoring my scheming wife and her twin sister. It had been a little a couple of hours since I had walked out; my phone was silent but I was surprised when I heard the first knock on my bedroom door. The person tried the door handle and realising the door was locked on the inside, knocked again.
“Jeffrey?” it was my Mom, “Please, open the door? Can we talk… just talk… I’m worried about you.”
“Not now… not yet…” I replied, “I need some time on my own without anyone interfering. I need to think things through… work things out…”
“Jeff?” It was my Dad this time, “I understand… and we’ll be right here when you’re ready to talk. We’re not going anywhere, okay? Come find us when you need us…”
“Just don’t rush into doing something stupid…” My Mom was obviously crying.
“I’m safe right here, Mom. I just need some time to think.”
“Okay,” she sobbed, “Tell us if there is anything you need us to do…”
And then everything went quiet. For about five minutes. Someone tried the door handle again and then pushed the door violently.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“Open the fucking door, Jeff!” That must have been Rachel. “Open this door or I swear I’m going to break it down.”
“Don’t dare damage the door, Rachel.” My Dad again. So it probably was Rachel. “He’ll come out when he is ready. He needs time–”
“Michael, if he doesn’t open this fucking door right now, I’m going to come back with a hammer and smash it to pieces. I’ll buy you a new fucking door!” BANG! BANG! BANG! “One way or another I’m getting through this door so you had better open it. Do you hear me? UNLOCK THE FUCKING DOOR AND LET ME IN!”
I sighed as the petite redhead started ramming herself against the door, but it held fast. She wasn’t going to give up. Not when she was this angry… and to be honest I needed her anger. I needed her to unleash on me so I could lose my shit with her and give her both barrels. I needed to vent my own anger and decrease the pressure threatening to explode inside me. Afterall… this was all her doing.
So I unlocked the door.
It swung open and she stormed in, now fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her face was contorted in fury but when she saw me, her expression softened. The rage she had directed at my door diminishing.
“I need to talk to you,” she said, taking deep breaths, trying to subdue her rage, “in private.”
Mom and Dad stood behind her looking very concerned.
“Can you give us a few minutes?” I asked my parents, who nodded and started to back away. Rachel closed the door.
“What the fuck are you doing, Jeff?” Rachel, hissed, keeping her voice low, “Jessica is devastated!”
“She’s devastated? Actions have consequences, Rachel. She brought this on herself,” I replied between clenched teeth.
“You’ve deliberately hurt her in the worst way you possibly could! She’s inconsolable and we’re all worried she might do something stupid. She blames herself!”
“Well, she shouldn’t,” I said calmly, before spitting, “she should blame you!”
Rachel stared at me, looking like she was absorbing my words or desperately trying to reject them. This was her fault. She was the one who had convinced my wife to swap. She was the one who had deceived me. She was the one who had lied to us both, pretending to be her sister so she could steal the contents of my testicles for her own and lying to her sister, convincing her that she would tell me they had swapped places. Just like they used to. Who knows, barely two hours had passed, so maybe somewhere deep in her fertile womb my sperm was fusing with her egg, instead of my wife’s. I could see the conflict within her but I knew that she wouldn’t be able to accept the responsibility for my ruined marriage and her sister’s agony.
“You hurt us both in the worst way possible!” I raged, “This is all on you. You’re as bad as Ellen. Actually worse!” That riled her!
“I am nothing like her! That bitch dominated our lives. She stole Mom from us with her behaviour when we were little, making sure she never had time for us; she always had to be the center of attention. She threw herself at men as soon as she reached her teens and Dad could only watch; she was his Princess, our big sister could do no wrong in his eyes. So Jess and I both had to learn to fend for ourselves. We looked after each other. We made sure everything was fair between us. Ellen was nothing more than a self-centered, selfish slut. She sunk her claws into you, had you raped for her pleasure, strung you up so she could watch you dance. She wanted to steal you away from us because she knew we wanted you. She loved to take precious things from us! So she fucked you, dominated you and broke you in a desperate need to fulfil own needs and see us suffer. She saw what we all saw in you; something beautiful, filled with promise, love and potential. She chose you to become the father of her babies… you’re lucky my Mom saved you or you’d still be with her, performing for her in her sex dungeon! You should be thanking her! Thanking us! Ellen’s sick; a FUCKING PSYCHOTIC BITCH! I am NOTHING like her!” Rachel hissed.
“Thank you for reminding me. You’re right, of course,” I smiled, my words dripping with sarcasm, “You’re nothing like Ellen at all! She was a psychotic bitch who stole my sperm in a futile attempt to get pregnant, she tortured me and strung me along like a little obedient puppy and she deceived me for her own selfish needs… just like you. Just like Jessica. Just like all of you!”
“I’M NOTHING LIKE HER!” Rachel screamed, but I could see my words connecting behind those stunning green eyes.
“You’re everything like her, Rachel. In your own words; a psychotic bitch and a slut.” I said calmly as I watched the little redhead begin to mentally unravel. “Ellen was your age when I met her. She did all the things you’re doing now… with some differences. She physically tortured me, you mentally tortured me. She tried to get herself pregnant by me, you pretended to be your sister so you could do the same thing. She deceived me, you deliberately lied to me, over and over again. Don’t you remember? Ellen never lied to me, she was always open and honest with what she wanted and how I was to fit into her life; you always lie to me. You and Jessica. Always. Like it’s so normal. Yes, Ellen had me raped by Jeromne… but you raped me!”
“I DID NOT RAPE YOU!” Rachel exploded, loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear, “What we did together was beautiful… and consentual… you loved every minute of it! Don’t you dare try to–”
“YOU RAPED ME, RACHEL!” I announced loudly but calmly, typing into my phone. I read what appeared on my screen; “Rape by deception, or rape by fraud, is a situation in which the perpetrator deceives the victim into participating in a sexual act to which they would otherwise not have consented, had they not been deceived. Deception can occur in many forms, such as illusory perceptions, false statements, and false actions. Oh yes, Rachel, you raped me! You pretended to be someone else and took something precious from me meant for them. You raped me, your loving sister’s husband, lying to her and lying to me… that makes you WORSE than Ellen. Ellen didn’t rape me… and Ellen never lied to me… you’ve done both!”
“I’m nothing like her…” Rachel mumbled, her fight leaving her, her body seeming to shrink in her defeat, “But… I… might be… pregnant.”
“Then go see my Mom, she’ll take you to the hospital to get the morning after pill. I’m not having anything to do with my rapist’s baby. Get an abortion for all I care.” I said coldly. My own anger returned as Rachel’s receded.
“You don’t mean that…” Rachel said meekly.
“Ellen never conceived. Jessica hasn’t fallen pregnant since we started trying and neither have you.” I said slowly, matching her hushed tone, “Maybe we’ll all get lucky; you might be just as infertile as Ellen was. Jessica wanted fate to intervene. I think it has.”
“Don’t–don’t you… love me? Love us?”
“I don’t know anymore.” I sighed. “And that’s the point. I need time away from you both. One month into my marriage and I’m already seriously considering ending it… ending everything! All because of you! If you really loved me then you would have respected me enough to not do what you did. You raped me with my wife’s permission. How do I even begin to forgive you? Either of you?”
“Then… then… no, listen; this is all on me. Don’t blame Jessica. Blame me,” she said, locking her eyes on mine, “You’re right, this is all my fault. Blame me! Forgive Jessica and I promise… I’ll leave… you’ll never see me again! I’ll go. I’m a distraction. I–I did something unforgivable, like Ellen… so disown me, like you did her? When Mom and Dad realise… what I’ve done… they’ll disown me too.”
“This is on her too… she let it happen. You both just laughed at me afterwards, just like Ellen and Jerome did after they did the same thing. You both did this to me. I’m not in any state to decide what I should do. But I do know I can’t forgive her… or even face her… yet.”
“She’s in a bad way, Jeff. She thinks it’s over. Tell her it’s not? Tell her… you just need time.”
“I already did! I said those very words when I walked out the door and I don’t appreciate you coming over here, threatening to smash up my parents house, and make more demands of me.”
“I’m sorry…”
“At least that’s something!” I said, accepting her apology, “Now just go. Tell Jessica what I’ve told you if you dare! At the moment, all I want is for this to end. I can’t cope and I am truly sorry that Jessica is upset… but I’m the one who needs to end it all! She’s only suffered for three hours… I’ve been suffering for THREE YEARS! I want to leave… leave you all behind. I’m finished with this life. It’s all turned to shit! Everything!”
“You don’t mean that…”
“I can’t go through this again! You don’t understand. You never did.” I said, bitterly walking over to my bedroom door and opening it. “Just go.”
She stood up and headed for the door, desperate to say something more, but there was nothing more to say. As she turned and walked away I shut the door behind her.
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Less than an hour later, my Mom brought me up something to eat and drink. She looked like she had been crying but didn’t say anything. I wondered if she had overheard Rachel and I, or that perhaps Rachel might have confessed what they had done? But as my Dad entered the room behind her, carrying a plate of his favourite cookies, my Mom put a hand on my shoulder, shook her head as if trying and failing to say anything that would have mended my broken heart, and left.
Dad sat beside me on my bed, “Jeff, you have another visitor. Sophie is downstairs and would like you to hear what she has to say. If it’s okay with you…?”
“I don’t want to see her or anyone,” I said glumly, taking a sip of hot coffee.
“She won’t stay long… and I’ll stand by in the hall. Everyone is very worried.”
“Everyone should be. I’m sick and tired of it, Dad. It keeps happening to me. It always happens to me. I can’t go on like this and no-one cares!” I declared unfairly, “I must be the problem. It’s the only thing that makes any sense. Everyone would be better off if I wasn’t around… if I didn’t exist.”
“Don’t say that! You know that’s not true! You’re an amazing young man with the brightest of futures, you’re a wonderful son and you’re a father–”
“-I shouldn’t be! Jacob barely sees me. He belongs to Joseph and Sophie. It wouldn’t even register if I was no longer part of his life.”
My Dad sighed and looked at me, sadly, “Sophie needs to talk, she needs to try to put this right. Rachel told her everything. Joseph is consoling Jessica. Sophie is here… needing to do something… everyone she cares about is in pain.”
“Why should I care about her pain?” I shot back, “Why should I care?” I asked again, my eyes becoming glassy.
“You care because you love them. It’s who you are. And that hasn’t changed. Despite everything you still love them, so you still care. You shouldn’t care… but you do. And that’s why we all love you. Your Mom and I are here for you. We didn’t see this coming. We won’t let you down again. Let Sophie say what she needs to say, then she can leave. What happened was an abomination of your trust. I’m going to be in the hallway and if I see you hurting by anything that she says… I’ll be dragging her downstairs and throwing her out!”
“I hate this, Dad.”
“I know,” he wrapped an arm around me and gave me a comforting hug, “because hate is something so alien to you too… but this? You should hate this. What they did was inexcusable, especially… given the circumstances. Just don’t hate them? Don’t give in to hate now, Jeff. That’s not who you are. Don’t give up. Give it time.”
“That’s all I want…”
“Let’s deal with Sophie, then you can have some peace. I’ll get your Mom to make some more cookies… she also needs to do something to make this right.” Dad stood up and headed for the hallway. “I’ll bring her straight up. Then as soon as you tell her to go, I’ll escort her out… is that okay?”
I nodded my head.
A minute later I heard heavy footsteps coming back up the stairs; Sophie wasn’t being quite as stealthy now, not like in the old days when she would break into the house and creep into my bedroom. When she eventually appeared at my bedroom door, she looked like she too had spent the morning in tears. Her blue eyes were wet and puffy, her posture already slumping in despondency. She looked as beaten as I did. I stood there for a moment, forcing myself to breathe as she surveyed the aftermath of her daughter’s brutal treatment. A single tear meandered down her cheek.
People thought I was odd. A loner. The quiet one in the background, moody-looking, always keeping to myself. Peculiar. They assumed I was detached, but the truth was, I was just unsure. Shyness had wrapped itself around me like armour, and I’d never figured out how to take it off. My fathers parents passed away when I was eight years old. My grandfather was everything to me and without him in my world, I became an introvert. Affection had been a stranger to me growing up. My parents were always busy focusing on their businesses and their personal lives. They were happy for me to find my own way in life. No warm embraces, no gentle reassurances. I had learned to give myself what little comfort I could; scraps of softness stolen in secret, moments that I clung to, even if I never spoke them aloud.
Could I really go through with this? Was there anything Sophie could say that would make a difference? She would do anything for family, and the twins were family… I was just a sperm donor; even she had used me. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. If people already found me strange, if they already whispered and avoided my gaze, what would they say if they knew the truth? If they knew my life was like behind closed doors. Somewhere I found the courage. I’d gone this far.
“Come in, sit down, have a cookie.” I said in mock politeness.
Sophie nodded and I indicated to my bedroom chair for her to sit down in the gloom of my room to face me, but she ignored it and instead approached my bed. Despite the pain etched on her face was just as gorgeous as always. She was as tall as I was; just under six foot, her posture relaxed, effortless. She carried herself with a natural ease, the kind that came from knowing she didn’t have to try too hard. Her hair, a striking shade of bright blonde, framed her face in soft waves that caught the light, stopping just at her shoulders. It wasn’t the artificial platinum blonde like Ellen’s; it had the soft, sun-kissed depth of someone who had always been fair, it didn’t look like a shade pulled from a bottle. But even that was a deception. She was a redhead in disguise, a gene passed on to her three daughters. Maybe it would be passed onto mine…
She wore the same white silk robe, its tie knotted loosely at her waist, slipping open just enough to reveal the smooth line of her hip and the tops of white stockings. The look hinted she had never finished getting dressed; the events of the morning dominating her time. A pair of white heels completed the look, adding to her height and making me feel even smaller in her doorway. Her makeup was deliberate but not heavy. A perfect red lipstick, the only hint of colour on her body, painted her full lips. A dusting of blush warmed her cheekbones, and subtle eyeshadow deepened the blue of her gaze. She looked… expensive. Sexy, yes, but more than that; assured, completely at ease with herself despite everything that had happened. Sophie always looked like she was in control. She had saved me three years ago. Did she really think she could save me again?
Under the makeup, there was a natural beauty, an easy refinement that made it clear she didn’t need the red lipstick or the dusting of blush to turn heads. Up close, I noticed the slight creases at the corners of her eyes and mouth, faint traces of laughter, and experience. I remembered the days I spent before the twins, when I would watch the matriarch of the family next door work in her new garden. She was still just as beautiful now as she was then. Curvaceous, mature, every teenager’s fantasy woman… and she became mine. How many loads had I spent watching her secretly from afar? How many loads had I spent inside her since the days of Ellen’s reign over my heart? I fell for her but she had chosen me specifically; she wanted a younger lover to take her mind off her own failing marriage. And I wanted an older woman. Someone who knew what she was doing. Someone who could take care of me and understand my needs.
I swallowed hard. My nerves were jangling, my pulse hammering in my ears. She was stunning, and that made it worse somehow. I had no idea what to do with my hands, my feet, my breath.
“Now that I’m here… I don’t know what to say… are you… are you okay?” She asked softly. The question was as stupid as it was unnecessary. Of course she knew I wasn’t okay.
She winced at my pained expression and sat down next to me on my bed, taking my hand in hers. Her warmth transfused into my cold fingers. I immediately felt my body relax, as if that was what it had been waiting for and she smiled. Not just a polite smile, not a smirk. A real smile. Warm, knowing. There was something almost reassuring in it, a softness in the way she looked at me. The faintest hint of something motherly, though I wasn’t sure why I thought that. Maybe it was just the way her voice wrapped around me as she spoke.
“I am so sorry, Jeff,” she said, pressing into my side with an easy grace. “Rachel explained what she did. It wasn’t easy to listen to. Jessica… Jessica thought she was going to tell you, she knew… you wouldn’t turn her down if she was honest with you… she knew you loved Rachel as much as you loved her… and she wanted for her sister… to have what she had. You made Jessica’s night so very special. Rachel had to have equal treatment… Rachel was supposed to tell you they swapped. That’s what they agreed! But Rachel got lost in the moment… and… forgot.”
Forgot? Forgot! I felt the red mist descending once more. Sophie had to know. Sophie needed to hear the words;
“Rachel RAPED me.”
“She deceived you.”
“She deceived me AGAIN and then she RAPED me!” I corrected her and Sophie flinched, “Did Jessica tell you her plans for our future? We made a deal! Did Jessica explain the compromise that I needed her and her sister to make before agreeing to her demands? Did she?”
“Yes… and Jeff, that’s why she’s in so much agony over there.” Her blue eyes were leaking a steady trickle of tears now. I felt a new knot of pain form inside my heart. I was hurting her. I was hurting them. My own agony cascading through everyone else. “She told us that… you had agreed to save for a family home, to make sacrifices to your own long term plan… just to make your wife happy… to make Jessica happy. She desperately wants your children. She wants to make a little nest for her fledglings… away from me, and my controlling ways. She blames me for her infertility… and it is my fault. I’m to blame for all of this.” I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arm around her and held her close as she sobbed into my shoulder. Sophie continued talking, like she was desperately trying to get everything out, release herself from her own torment, so I said nothing and simply comforted her as she spoke, “Jessica thinks she has lost you. Lost everything she had ever dreamed of. Lost everything precious to her… more precious than her own life. This has destroyed her. She won’t blame Rachel, though she probably should, because she knows already… Rachel blames herself. She may as well have plunged a dagger into her sister’s heart. Jeff? Rachel is packing her bags. She intends to run away! She can’t stand to think she might have ruined everything by being… impulsive. We were powerless to stop her coming over here, her fury was targeted at you. You denied the twins. And you had walked out. You had ruined HER plan! She came over here with all her anger and you did what you do best, what we had been unable to do, you showed her that you were the victim not the perpetrator. You showed her the consequences of her actions… and she returned to us with her tail between her legs and confessed everything. Jessica forgave her… but I–I couldn’t. I know how you’ve suffered at the hands of my daughters… I can’t believe that she would trick you again. She–she–raped you. She didn’t even need to! You were right though… They are both liars. That’s who they are. It was easier for Rachel to lie to you than tell you the truth and now she has obliterated Jessica’s future, her hopes and dreams, and she has caused you… a worse pain than even Ellen inflicted upon you. You were even right about that! Ellen physically tortured you for her own kicks… Rachel and Jessica mentally abused you… for years… and we did nothing. I can’t forgive them, Jeff. I know, because it’s who you are, that you WILL forgive them… given enough time… but I can’t! You need TIME and I can’t forgive them, so I’m even stealing that away from you! This is all my fault, Jeff! Everything! Rachel is packing her bags and Jessica wants to end it all. I lost Ellen, I’m losing Jessica, I’m about to lose Rachel… and I’m going to lose you too. There’s nothing I can do. Nothing! I’m powerless… I made all of this happen. I’m responsible for all of this, Jeff. All of it. Blame me. Save them for me? Blame me! Save them and BLAME ME!” She wailed.
My father stepped into the doorway, I couldn’t tell if he was angry or disturbed or both. I shook my head and held onto Sophie as she sobbed into my neck. He nodded and stepped back into the shadows.
It took several minutes before she was able to sit up again. Her guilt matched my own. I pulled away from her as she composed herself and poured her a glass of water from the pitcher my Mom had brought in. As I watched her, I let myself admire her again; her curves, the way the silk caught the light, becoming see-through, letting me have a glimpse of what lay underneath. She held onto the glass as if her life depended upon it but she handed it back to me. Her fingers, delicate but firm, brushed mine for the briefest moment. Then, instead of settling into the chair opposite, I sank onto the bed beside her.
“I don’t know what to do to fix this, Jeff… I just don’t know what to do,” she was looking at me, her eyes pleading with me, like I had the answer but like her, I had nothing. I would forgive in time… but could I forget? Once again, without even knowing it, the twins were manipulating me. I would have to act. I would have to be the one to budge. To compromise. To diminish myself for the sins of others. Life wasn’t fair. A better solution was to have no life.
As she turned to face me, Sophie’s silk robe shifted, parting just enough to reveal the soft curve of her thighs, framed perfectly by the lace tops of her stockings and the hint of white satin panties underneath. The smoothness of her skin against the stretched fabric made my breath hitch. With a slow, deliberate motion, she crossed one leg over the other, and I caught the faint, whispering rasp of nylon sliding against nylon; a sound both delicate and deeply sensual. The movement caused my eyes to wander further down her leg, down to her toned, shapely calves. My gaze followed the elegant line as it tapered down to her slender ankles, then to the gleaming heels that gave her an air of effortless dominance. The way she moved, the way she carried herself; it was always intoxicating.
She was now close to me. Too close. My breath caught as her nylon clad thigh pressed lightly against mine, her knee just brushing my own. The warmth of her body, the scent of her perfume… It was all too much. It was then that I realised what made seeing her in the flesh so different. Her blue eyes were alive, vivid, expressive, catching the light in a way that no memory could capture. They sparkled with something warm, something knowing. Kindness, certainly. But also a hint of mischief, as if she could see right through me, past the nerves and uncertainty, straight to the part of me that had been aching for this moment. I swallowed, suddenly feeling small under her gaze. She hadn’t even touched me yet, and already, I was hers.
Sophie tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering across her face. “You’ve gone all quiet on me.”
I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry. She let the moment stretch, then, with a mothers touch, wiped my own wet cheeks. I hadn’t even realised I had been crying too.
“Is it over? Is it all over?” She asked, seemingly coming to terms with the mirror universe we found ourselves in.
I sighed. Knowing my role. Knowing my duty.
“No.”
I stood up and Sophie immediately stood up with me. My Dad reappeared at the door, again with a look of extreme concern on his face.
“What are you going to do?” My blonde next door neighbour asked.
“You saved me… when I had nobody… you saved me. It’s time I repaid that debt. It’s time for me to save you.”
“Are you… going to forgive them?” My Dad asked incredulously.
“No.” I replied calmly, fixing myself in the mirror as Sophie and my father shared a look, “at least not yet.”
“Then what?” Sophie asked as I headed back downstairs.
“When you saved me I was just a boy. Now I am a man. A man has responsibilities. It’s time for me to take charge.”
My Mom was in the kitchen and rushed over from her cookie baking as soon as she saw me. My Dad caught her before she wrapped me up in her embrace. “Our son is the best of us. Give him space, he just needs time. He’s a thinker. He loves finding solutions to problems. We need to trust him.”
My Mom looked at me and then at Sophie and both, once again, looked to be on the brink of tears. “What will you do?” She asked.
“I need to speak to Jessica and Rachel.”
“What good can come from that?” Sophie demanded, “They aren’t ready to listen. They won’t learn. What are you going to tell them?”
“The truth. I’m going to fix this.”
“Why?” she asked as I opened the front door.
I paused, looking out on the world. The storm had passed. There were breaks in the cloud, shafts of sunlight burning away the moisture that had gathered into puddles on the ground.
“Because…” I started, turning back to my Mom, Dad and Sophie. “I would do anything for family.”
Sophie gasped, her eyes instantly refilling with tears.
“You’re going to sacrifice yourself for them!” My Mom exclaimed. She was always perceptive. “Why?”
“Jessica is my wife. My family. Sophie and Rachel too… Joseph and my son Jacob. A man must make sacrifices for those he loves.”
“But you don’t need to. This is on them, not you. This is their problem, not yours.” My Dad pointed out.
“I’ll do what I must.” I tried to smile, but I’m not sure my face was capable of that expression anymore. “It looks like time ran out. This needs to be fixed now, or it will never be.” I would sacrifice myself. I always did. Maybe if I got lucky I’d only have to sacrifice my dignity. Time would tell.
I held the door open and Sophie led the way, her movements slow, deliberate. The white silk robe clung to her statuesque body as she walked, the hem lifting just enough to show more of her thighs above the band of her stockings. I followed, eyes drawn helplessly to the long, shapely lines of her legs, the click of her heels on the wet paving stones steady and measured. I followed like a marionette, hypnotised by the sway of her wide womanly hips as the silk slid against her peach.
When we reached her front door she opened it, and held it open for me to enter first. Relinquishing her dominance in that simplest of gestures. It was time for me to step up. I walked inside. Joseph was holding back Jessica. Rachel had stopped midway on her staircase, dragging a heavy looking suitcase behind her.
“I’m here to speak to both of you,” my voice was gentle, coaxing. I felt calm. Cold. But it settled me just enough to move my feet forward, past the threshold, into their space.
The door clicked shut behind me.
Jessica was gaunt and pale. There was something disturbingly sexy about the way she looked. The elfin redhead was clearly in a bad way with red eyes, blotchy skin and mascara running down her face, but I still sensed her sensuality. Rachel just stood frozen, hunched over on the stairs, looking more frustrated than upset but her green eyes seemed to burn with the same thing as her sister: Hope. The twins were truly beautiful women. Somehow they still didn’t know how really sexy and beautiful they were. They were only three inches over five feet tall. Both had better fitness routines than me, they played football and jogged a couple of miles each day. Their red hair was a mess and fell to their shoulders in cascades of soft curls. Their breasts were small, firm, round and drew the attention of both men and women. Jessica had put on pyjamas, Rachel was still dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, hiding her slender legs, narrow ankles and shapely calves.
“Jeff…” Jessica whispered, drawing my attention back to her. As she spoke it was with a note of hopelessness. She was totally defeated and miserable.
“Don’t talk!” I snapped, “I just need you to listen. Rachel, leave the suitcase there and stand beside your sister! I have something to say to both of you. Don’t speak. I don’t want to hear what you have to say. I don’t want to hear your explanations. Don’t tell me anything. Just listen…”
Rachel swiftly descended the stairs and took her sister’s hand in her own. Jessica was shaking. Jacob began to cry and Joseph went over to his crib to soothe him. My wife looked worse than I had ever seen her, bedraggled, eyes swollen and lifeless with dark rings under them, mouth turned down in utter sadness. Sophie walked around the room, picked up her gently cooing baby and held him close to her breast as Joseph put his hand on his wife’s shoulder. A look of desperation on his face. They really looked like they were about to lose everything. A family in crisis.
“The last time we gathered like this, as a family, I was confronting Ellen,” I began, “She was standing where you are. Confident that she was going to beat me into submission. That was three years ago. I stood tall and I delivered her an ultimatum. I showed her how powerless she truly was. I like to think she may have learnt an important lesson that day. I’ll never know. But it took me three years to find the courage to do this again. It should never have come to this. Not with you. Certainly not with both of you… but here we are.”
“Oh, God,” Jessica gasped, her red face somehow going even a darker shade of red as Rachel wrapped her arms around her to keep her from trembling.
“We have never seen or heard from Ellen since that day. She had made it impossible for herself and she wouldn’t back down so she had to leave. We stood together against her. I had to make a huge sacrifice for us all and your parents lost a daughter… because I wanted a better future for all of us. I paid Ellen off with my grandfather’s inheritance, a nest egg that we could and should have used to build a house of our own… and raise a family of our own. But I had to remove her from my life… from all our lives… and that was a small price to pay… for family. So we could live in peace. So we could fall in love… and get married… and live happily ever after. Turns out ‘happily ever after’ meant four weeks,” I said nonchalantly. “Our marriage lasted a month before you both decided to test it to destruction.”
“I–”
“Shut up!” I interrupted Rachel, “You made a choice. Took a risk. Hoped I would be ‘okay with it’, thought I’d forgive you because… why not? I always forgive you. I love you so much I would always do anything for you. For both of you! I asked for one thing, one temporary concession and you decided that didn’t suit your own agenda… so you made plans without me. Sacrificed our love, our trust, our marriage and what for? One night of sex. I hope it was worth it.”
Rachel’s mouth hung open, she wanted desperately to say something, but when she saw the pain still residing in my eyes, she closed it again. Jess looked like she was going to be sick.
“I can’t go on like this. It kills me. I hate it that I see you in pain. I hate it that your Mom is in bits. I hate it that Jacob has cried more today than he ever has in his whole life. I hate that you’ve never changed but you expect me to change every single time. You’re killing me, little by little, and I can’t take it anymore. I tried to kid myself that this was all on you both… but it’s not you who’s tearing us apart… Tearing this family apart… it’s me.”
I took a deep breath which turned into a sob but I caught it before my own tears began again. Everyone looked confused except for Jessica. Always empathic, her emotions were now linked to mine and sobs began to wrack through her body as her sister tried to comfort her. She looked scared to death. She knew how my mind worked. Maybe she even suspected what was coming next.
“If you’d never met me, you’d all be happier people. If I didn’t exist nobody would have fought over me. Ellen was never going to stay with Jerome, she would have come around eventually. Your Mom and Dad could easily have worked out their differences without me, or would be happily living separate lives… if I wasn’t here.”
“Stop this, Jeff,” Sophie interjected, “don’t think like that. We need you. We all need you–”
“No you don’t, you don’t need me, you just needed someone to give you what you needed then you could have all moved on. My mistake was believing I had a place here… with you all.”
Jessica started coughing uncontrollably. Her sister was too preoccupied with tending to her that she had no response. Not that I would have listened to her anyway. Joseph had left his wife’s side and picked up his son… my son… and brought him over to me.
“What about this beautiful little baby YOU created?” Joseph held him up. Jacob smiled at me, recognising me. “If you weren’t a part of our lives then he wouldn’t exist. Our family wouldn’t exist! I’m blessed… you gave me this little boy to raise as my own and I can never repay you for this. Never in a million years. I hoped that maybe Jessica… or even Rachel might start to pay back on my own debt to you… but they chose not to, and use you… for the same purpose we did. I am disappointed in my daughters… shocked that they could do the one thing that they knew would push you over the edge. They took a risk and it backfired and now they must live with the repercussions of their decision. I can’t forgive them either… but like you I will… because that’s what good men do. You’re a good man, Jeff and I’m grateful to you. You gave me this chance to be a father again and to fix all the mistakes I made in my life. I know and appreciate how much you had to sacrifice. I couldn’t have done what you did and I’m not going to let you make a mistake on our behalf. You exist, Jeff! For better or worse, you exist right here and right now and I am deeply sorry that once again you’ve been made to suffer. I can’t stand it anymore either. This needs to stop.”
“Please, Jeff. Give it time. Give yourself time!” Sophie pleaded, “Don’t make any rash decisions. I’m not going to lose you. There must be a solution that doesn’t mean everything just… ends?”
“I can’t go back in time and make different choices. This is where we are now. All of us in pain because of me and my inability to just take it. Again. And again. And again…” Jessica had stopped coughing and looked as if she was trying to desperately communicate with me using the telepathy she shared with her twin. I could almost hear her… pleading with me… begging me… she would agree to anything if I just…
“I’m here to tell you how it’s going to be.” I said, taking control. I was evolving. Changing before their eyes. “There is only one way this can work out, and that’s on MY terms.”
Jessica looked strangely relieved as did Sophie, she might have even looked a little proud. Rachel still looked confused as did Joseph, who prepared himself to hear my ultimatum.
“I gave Ellen a list of my demands almost three years ago, now I’m giving them to you. Don’t speak. Don’t interrupt. Either agree with every single one… or don’t… and you’ll never see me again. I’ll disappear. Just like Ellen.” I looked at each one of them in turn. They met my gaze but nobody spoke. They were listening.
“One; I need time. I have no idea how much time. We all know I’m going to forgive you eventually but I’m not going to be able to forget. I need to know and be certain things are going to be different. This can’t keep happening! I’ve got nothing left to give…” my voice trailed off and I looked at each of them. Jessica was nodding like she was never going to stop. Joseph, Sophie and Rachel looked at Jess, then back at me and nodded too.
“Two; this is a separation. I don’t want you contacting me or trying to do anything that will influence me one way or another. Our marriage is a month old, if it’s going to last then you need to realise what you’re putting on the line. There needs to be a consequence for your lies and this is it; a trial separation to give all of us some perspective. I’m not moving back in, not yet, maybe never. I just need to be sure…”
Jessica hadn’t stopped nodding but her tears were flowing again. This would be hardest on her. But if I couldn’t trust her then what would be the point? Her family agreed, but Rachel looked crestfallen.
“Three; you get help. I will too. I still have scars which have obviously never healed. We need specialists to unpick this mess we’ve found ourselves in. If you can’t agree to my demands then say it now.” The family from next door needed little convincing. They all nodded their heads, as Jessica collapsed onto her knees sobbing into her hands. “If you break the rules then I’ll immediately file for divorce then disappear for good. You’ll never see me again. I’ll dig a hole and bury myself in it. I’ll cease to exist because there would be no point in living. Get help. Find a way to compromise, even if it’s only in some small way; you have to start somewhere. Give me time to work this out.”
“I promise you, Jeff, we will.” Joseph announced on their behalf, “I’ll make sure I’ll make the arrangements today. I’m going to make sure I do anything and everything to keep you in this family.”
“Then it’s agreed. I’ll be next door until we are all ready. I love you, Jessica. I love who I am when I’m with you. I see what you see for us. I see us with our own place in the country, our own family, growing old together. That’s not just a dream! I want what you want. I love our potential; you are my future, Jess! I love how perfect my world is when you’re part of it… I need you. I’m in love with you! But I can’t survive if this is how it’s going to be. Please, no more secrets?”
Jessica looked up at me. She had stopped shaking, and with a rasping voice she croaked, “Thank you. I’ll…” but she couldn’t finish her sentence. Rachel held her closely, looking up at me and nodded.
“Rachel, you need to stay here and support your sister, not complicate things for her… for us all. Take your suitcase back upstairs and unpack! If you’re going to run away then you’ve already given up: On me, on your sister, on us all! If you’re leaving then I’m leaving. It’s over. I’m done.”
“I’ll stay…” Rachel murmured meekly.
“You had better! We’re all in this together or we all go our separate ways. This all hinges on you! You needed to find a way to co-exist with both me and your sister and so far you’ve failed!”
“Failed?” She squealed.
“I asked for your understanding and you made me feel worthless. You took what you needed from me by deception then laughed at me. I wanted such a small concession from you… if you’re going to be part of our lives… of my life… then I need you to be able to adapt. I love you, Rachel. I have faith in you. You’re free to be whoever you want to be just don’t cast yourself in Ellen’s image. It doesn’t suit you. I love you as much as I love Jess but I can’t just give you what you need on your terms. My marriage to your sister has to mean something. I need you to respect that.”
“I will, I won’t let you down. Not again,” Rachel said, finding her voice. “I fucked up, you didn’t, so I will take responsibility for this. I don’t want you or Jessica to have to suffer the consequences because of me. Please, Jeff, please don’t try to blame yourself? I was selfish. I tried to take from both of you something that you would have freely given. I need you too! I need you in this world… I need you in my world. Don’t take the blame for my mistakes or I’ll never learn. I love you, Jeff…” then the eldest twin succumbed to her own tears.
“So does anyone have any questions?” I asked after a few moments, everyone started looking at each other, saying nothing, perhaps scared of saying or doing the wrong thing. “I need to go away for a while, little guy,” I said to Jacob as he cooed and laughed in Joseph’s arms.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t forget you, Jeff. Ever.” Joseph said warmly, “He owes his life to you.”
That set my own tears off.
“I need to go,” I choked, “I hope to see you all again… soon.”
With that Jessica stood up and broke into a run. This time I wasn’t going to be cruel and step aside so I caught my wife in my arms, holding onto her quivering body. She hugged me back then began to quietly cry again. Ravaged was the only word to appropriately describe her. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red from crying. For the first time I felt the consequences of my actions. This was someone who loved me, who trusted me, someone that had always come to me for help. What would happen now? I didn’t want to accept that I was nothing better than a cheat. I couldn’t admit that in my anger at being deceived, I had lashed out at the people I loved the most. Yet, for all the negative thoughts circulating through my mind I was strangely pleased with what I had done. The ends justified the means.
What would happen now? Jessica’s pyjama top was short and came just under her small but full breasts. They were crushed between us, riding high with her big nipples pressing against the cloth of her top and into my chest. I could feel them poking into me and felt my own body try to respond to her stimulation. Jessica’s tears had soaked the thin material and I didn’t know what I should do. An apology seemed an order, but I knew it would seem ridiculous as we both felt our unashamed arousal building between us. She cried in my arms for a full minute untilI finally I decided to just say something.
“I–I’m sorry.” I mumbled pathetically. She looked up from her crying. “For this. For all of it.”
“You never need to apologise… ever… Dad’s right… we are all in your debt and we just take you for granted,” she paused, then broke back into a sob, stepping away from me.
“I needed to push back. I needed you both to understand… I took it too far. I–I apologise…” I stammered as my mind raced to come up with a justification for my actions. “I just got tired of being the nice guy, I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t need to be so… cruel.”
She stopped crying for a moment and looked at me, her eyes scanning me over. “I know we always tricked and teased you, but you never said a fucking thing. After a while… we thought you liked it. I ignored your feelings until it was just too late.”
“Maybe I did like it? Maybe that’s the problem? I’ve been obsessed with you, Jessica. I’d do anything… take anything… for you. You were something from another world, always just out of my reach. But you chose me. Married me! I’m so deeply in love with you, I–” suddenly I ran out of words. I locked eyes with her and we stared at each other for a brief eternity.
“I know you love me… that’s why I’m going to do everything you’ve asked of me to fix this. We will take stock, and start again, from the beginning… over ice cream. It kills me that we can’t see each other for a while. But I also know… if this ever happens again, neither of us would live to see the next day.”
She held both my hands and drew me back into an uneasy hug, wiping the tears from both our eyes. She looked into my soul, as she often did, saw the pain that still resided there and broke into a short sob. Without saying another word she put her hand back in mine and we turned away from her family and headed for the front door. We didn’t speak again as she walked me home; my own parents were waiting at the front door, knowing that our reality had shifted.
When we stopped in front of my Mom and Dad she looked at me, and gave a little smile, ran a hand through my messy hair, then turned around and left without a word. I watched her walk down the driveway, knowing that I had just lost something important… perhaps forever. She stopped at the bottom of the path. She turned around. Her green eyes locked on mine and she ran, as fast as she ever had in her life back towards me, and threw herself back into my arms. She kissed me, one last time, full of passion. I returned her kiss, not knowing what was happening, the two of us embracing for several moments as my parents retreated inside to give us… one last moment together. I moved, wanting to step back inside with them, but Jessica’s arm shot out and her hand closed along my forearm.
“Don’t.”
With that one word, underlined by a huskiness that tugged at my insides, I froze. All sorts of feelings rushed through me, physical and emotional. Hot and cold. Fear and anticipation. Crazy and even crazier thoughts twirled through my mind. Images of tongues and skin and heat and those damn green eyes. An ache formed in my gut and spread, infiltrating every single cell in my body until I trembled. I stared at my petite wife in silence, but her gaze was too intense and I lowered my eyes and watched her pulse at the base of her neck instead. It seemed safer somehow. The air was thick like molasses. It had to be; I couldn’t breathe.
“We will come back from this… better… stronger…” Her voice was like butter, thick and silky at the same time. I shuddered as her fingers slid along my arm to pull me closer.
We were inches apart and I inhaled the rich aroma that was all her, wondering if her scent would now become nothing more than a memory. It was incredibly female, sweet, tangy, laden with her raging hormones, and it got my head spinning the way one too many glasses of wine did.
“Ask me anything,” she challenged. “I’ll never hold back. I’ll never deceive you again… I’ve nothing left to hide.”
My mouth was so dry, I didn’t know if I could speak without undoing everything I was trying to put in place. I cleared my throat, very much aware of her slender fingers caressing the delicate area between my palm and my wrist. Each time her forefinger rubbed there, a little piece of me liquefied, melted and burned. I should push away and get as far from her as I could. What was she doing? This road she was on was dangerous, I knew this, but I felt helpless to get off. This had been the worst day of my life and the juxtaposition had left me confused. I felt impotent with my inability to act. I’d kept my feelings locked away for so long now that it was foreign, this deluge of emotion. I was afraid to follow my wants and needs now. Those kinds of things led to a dark place.
My head shot up as a sliver of clarity cut through the fog. “Can we survive this? Can you ever change?”
Jessica remained silent but something had changed. I felt it. Her pulse was faster and her breaths fell in shorter, quicker spurts. Danger solidified and wrapped itself around me tight, as I struggled to make sense of her emotions and get words out of her mouth. She looked distraught, seemingly unable to respond.
“You said I could ask you anything,” I started in a rush. “Why did you…” I shook my head, felt the burn in my gut surge as a wave of anger thrust through me. “Why did you do it?”
“Because… you’re too good for me to keep for myself… by giving you up to my sister I thought, stupidly, that you’d always be satisfied by at least one of us… that you’d never leave me. I was scared one day you’d realise I’m not good enough for you, and you’d cast me aside. Rachel easily convinced me that we were doing the right thing. She needs you as much as I do. But through our actions you left me anyway. I’m a fool.” The redhead breathed silkily, sadly. Her remorse etched on her face. Her gaze swept along my arm, from where her hand held me still, up to my chest where she lingered a little too long. I felt her nipples harden against me, felt them strain against the tight confines of her pyjama top. A shiver rolled over my body, and I exhaled shakily as she slowly lifted her eyes and gazed directly into mine. She moved again and tugged on me gently until I was against her, tight between her legs with her hands upon my chest. At that moment I was aware of many things. The length of her lashes as she stared up at me. The golden flecks that shimmered behind the green of her eyes. The accelerated beat of my heart beneath her fingers. The thick bulge that filled my jeans and burned against her hip.
“Why couldn’t you convince your sister to take precautions?” I asked once more, my voice husky as I lowered my head. My warm breath tickled across her flesh as ripples of desire rolled through her trembling form.
“I could give you a string of excuses… but that’s all they would be: Because I wasn’t strong enough. I just couldn’t deny her what you had given me. We’re both ovulating… hormones driving us… clouding our judgement. I want children, Jeff. She wants children. We both want you. We both love you. But I made a mistake… I was desperate with worry… I always am… I worry I’m not good enough for you, Jeff. I’m worried I’ll never be good enough and I will lose you someday because you’ll see through me. Maybe that’s my destiny?”
I closed my eyes, suddenly feeling the loss I was about to subject myself to. I stopped breathing. And maybe the world stopped spinning because it felt like the ground had shifted beneath me and I was falling. Jessica’s hands claimed my hips and she turned me so that I was flush against her. So that every inch of her from the waist down was pressed into my body. So that the place between her thighs, that hot, moist part of her, rubbed against me in a way that ached. A groan fell from between my lips and I shuddered as her hot little mouth skated across my neck, to settle beneath my earlobe. She nuzzled me there and everything inside me erupted in a red-hot wave of need that was so intense my legs surely would have buckled, if her surprisingly strong grip hadn’t held me firm.
My hands slid upward until I cupped her head and my fingers slid along her jaw in a smooth motion. I forced her to look up at me once more. “Ask me what I want,” I said hoarsely.
Jessica closed her eyes. This was so wrong. To feel this way about a woman I was about to walk away from. “What do you want?” she whispered.
My breath was on her face once more, caressing her skin like small whispers of magic. The ache inside was so intense it was painful.
“The answer’s simple, Jessica,” I whispered, “I–” I kissed her cheek and her legs gave out, but my hands were there, and she clung to me. “Want–” my mouth slid to her temple where my tongue darted out to taste her there. I nibbled my way down to her mouth and hovered above her lips, with only a whisper of heat between them.
She opened her mouth, felt the anticipation that tingled inside her body and was weak from the weight of it. She was coming apart and I had barely touched her. I thought it would always be this way. That’s why I married her four weeks ago. Could I go the rest of my life without her? Without this? On the cusp of desire and rank with its effects. I held her, staring into her emerald green eyes. I wanted to remember her eyes. I wanted to remember her lips, slightly opened, occasionally wetted by her tongue. I wanted to see in my mind the way her hair fell around her tiny ear. Her ear was a singularly beautiful thing. It was elegant, and so soft. I stared down at her like I was starving. Like I needed her to breathe. My right hand slid into her red hair and my lips brushed the softness of hers, my eyes never left hers as I whispered against her mouth.
“I… want you.”
My hand, with no real thought on my part, came up, and with the backs of my fingers, I brushed the side of her warm cheek. My thumb strayed out to feel her hair. I felt her head press gently but firmly into my touch. I felt like I was falling. I felt hot inside. My heart was cooking in my chest. My lungs didn’t know how to pump. I tasted that same feeling on the back of my tongue as I tasted when I was afraid.
“I can’t believe it’s come to this,” Jessica’s voice was so low, I barely heard her. But the feel of my hands on her face was urgent, and my muscles bunched against her palms as I shifted beneath her, “I don’t want to let you go…”
She melted into me. Her arms, sliding around my body, tightened and held me, as much, I was certain, to keep me there as to feel my body against her own. My mind was filled with all sorts of impulses. Run, stay, touch, kiss, escape, feel. She lifted up and pressed her soft lips to me, shocking both of us with the sensation and opening a floodgate that couldn’t close again.
She was heat and silk and intoxicating. Her breath came hard and made my skin tingle as she moved over me. I slid my fingertips along her neck and over her shoulders. The feeling of her skin was making me crazy. My hands shook as I ran my fingers into her hair. It was hitting me all at once; The pounding of her pulse. My arms reached up to be wrapped around her. They rubbed through the back of her hair. The soft flame coloured curls tickled my finger tips. My head leaned back to look at her. A kiss was placed on my forehead. Then lower, on my eye, followed by a few placed on my cheek. Like I said it was magical.
Her lips touched mine. They weren’t pressed against, nor pushed. They simply touched. The soft warm flesh. We faced each other. Our eyes locked. Her lips touched mine once again, lingered, and as she pulled away, her lips began to open. They spread as saliva tipped them off. Kiss after kiss. Wet lips made wetter by her tongue slipping in and out, in-between mine.
Then our mouths sealed into one full kiss. We were connected in a way that could not possibly be better. Saliva intermixed from my mouth to hers, from hers to mine. The skin of our lips sealed. Breathing only capable by using our noses. The air circulated through my lungs and forced blood through my heart. The same blood that now circulated throughout my body. It helped make the chemical electricity trickle all the way through. The kiss deepened, if it could. If it could ever be deeper, it never was before.
Her hands worked with her tongue. Fingers caressed my cheek. The quicker the kiss the quicker her hands worked. I was busy too. Her hair was soft in my fingers. Maybe soft wasn’t the word for it. Heavenly would be a better word. I knew the kiss would end, but until it did, I was going to enjoy it. Maybe that is a rude way to put it. I could enjoy a bowl of soup. I could enjoy a late night movie. To say I enjoyed this kiss was a gross understatement.
Our hands played with our faces. Our kiss took pauses. Short pauses. Lips were moist. Glances were stolen. She had to leave. I had to go. We were separating, a life made whole four weeks ago to be split in two. It was painful, it was hell. I was excited by her kiss. It made my blood boil. It aroused me. My pants became uncomfortably tight. The sweet sensation of all that it is. My lips, my face, even my hair needed to be caressed by her. Whether it was by hand or by her lips. The clock ticked away as our kisses became shorter. I didn’t want this parting to end. I wanted it to last forever.
I was dreading it but nothing lasts forever. The kiss ended, its magical potency had eroded. She took one step away from me, another tear trickling from her eye. Mine matched hers.
“Don’t do anything stupid while we are apart, Jeffrey.” She panted, “I’m not worth it. Your life is worth more than mine ever will be. Don’t even hint that you’re considering leaving this world… because if you do, like Juliet, I’ll be following my Romeo to the next one.” She looked into my eyes. “I just wanted us to know what we’re going to be missing; until the time comes when you come back home to me. Don’t say goodbye…” She said slowly as she extracted herself from my arms and pulled away once more.
“I still love you, you know?” I whispered, brushing a stray stand of hair from her face, “This won’t be forever”
“I know. Fate needs us together,” she smiled and stepped backwards, putting distance between us, “You’re still the one.”
She took another step backwards putting her beyond arms reach. I just stood there and watched as she turned and began to walk away, her head turned towards me, our eyes locked until the last moment. Until that heart breaking moment where her eyes were averted the second before she stepped out of sight. Then I stepped backwards through the doorway and pulled the door shut. There was no sudden click as the latch clicked into place. No sound of wood knocking against wood. Just the sound of a door having trouble closing against a door frame expanding one to many times throughout one to many summers. I knew I needed to give her up. At least for a short time. And we would come back stronger, like she said. I turned to face my Mom and Dad and tell them how it was going to be. Another chapter in my life closed forever.
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The weekend passed without anything else happening. I put my clothes back in my old wardrobe. I ate with my parents. Everything seemed subdued and grey. On Monday I went to work as normal, I welcomed the distraction, it meant I could focus on something else rather than being separated from my wife.
All seemed to be going well until the next day, “Jeff, have you got a moment?” Richard asked, popping his head through my office door.
“Sure, Richard. What’s up?”
“Nothing’s up with me, it’s you! What’s happened, Jeff? You haven’t been yourself this week.”
I looked at him incredulously. Was it that obvious? He could see I was struggling to come clean so he stepped into the office and closed the door. I took a big breath and bared my soul.
“Jessica and I are having difficulties,” I revealed, “I moved out on Sunday and we’re going to try a trial separation.”
“Oh shit, Jeff, I’m sorry,” he sympathised, “I know how you must feel. That’s why you’ve been looking like the bottom has dropped out of your world. Hey, I’m here if you need me. Come by the house, we’ll put in some gaming time, you’ll need the distraction.”
“Thanks Richard, I’m happy to just throw myself into my work,” I laughed.
“I’ll keep tabs on you, we gamer nerds need to stick together! You don’t need to go through this alone; I know what that’s like. No-one was there for me until Mr Hobbs stepped in and sorted me out. I know your wife and her family are all you have. Use me, come on over after work. Meet my other half?”
“I might just do that. You won’t be able to get rid of me! I’ll take up a permanent residence in your games room!”
I went down one floor to the caféteria for lunch, in an attempt to break myself out of my routines. Plus, Abigail was getting on my nerves in the office. She seemed to spend all day on social media, keeping tabs on everybody’s lives. I didn’t need her to be updated on mine. I managed a sandwich, a slice of cake and a cup of coffee before I spotted Abigail uncharacteristically enter the seated area. She smiled and waved at me but I made like I was finished and I headed back to the elevators to go back upstairs. The rest of the day passed by swiftly and I concentrated on solving some of the complexities of our next project. Richard asked if I wanted to meet him after work for a gaming session but I declined, but he insisted we should therefore meet later in the week. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
On Wednesday morning the weather had improved once more. I did manage to get some outstanding concerns addressed but there was nothing new brought to my attention. I think my boss told the people that worked under me to bring their problems to him. So that gave me time and I couldn’t stop myself from running all the bullshit through my mind. I was deeply in love with both of them, but I was amazed that they really thought I would just roll over and let them make such huge life changing decisions without my knowledge or consent. The practical man inside me knew that I wasn’t ready for a baby, let alone two young women who were just out of their teens! That’s when Abigail appeared.
She must have sensed my weakness. “I’ve brought you another coffee, you looked like you needed one. You look like you need several! Is everything okay? Is work getting you down?”
Watching her approach my office desk, it seemed like Abigail needed a new wardrobe. Her shorts wouldn’t have looked out of place on a pre-teen! The secretary wasn’t blessed with much stature but her shorts were only slightly longer than hotpants, clinging to her buttocks. That alone would have been enough, but her top half was no better, her shirt clinging to her form, extenuating her pointy, perky breasts, and exposing a little of her midriff if she leaned back or held herself upright fully. I considered what the men in the office who seemed to always be fawning over her would think if they saw how she had dressed today and quickly came to the conclusion that they would think her HOT. I smiled to myself, and accepted her offering. She might only be a secretary but she had enough of the office in her thrawl to do pretty much whatever she pleased.
“Work is going well thank you,” out of politeness more than anything else. I wondered what she already knew about my private life. I could see her calculating, as if playing a game, selecting the right phrase to generate the response she was looking for.
“So how about home? How’s marriage treating you?”
So she already knew. It’s amazing how these things seemed to get around, if anyone was going to be able to uncover a juicy piece of gossip, it was always going to be Abigail. But then again, Richard knew just by looking at me on that first day. Maybe I’m broadcasting my secrets to everyone without even knowing it. It sent a shiver down my spine.
“I thought so. I’ll keep the coffee flowing. I hate to see a good man looking so down because of a woman. You deserve better than that, you at least deserve a mug of coffee every now and again! You work hard here, and you have to put up with me!” She laughed, a cute laugh, she knew things were hard for me right now and not acknowledging the sordid details would not help matters.
I sighed as she pulled up a chair and sat opposite me. I grimaced. I was in no mood to talk, and especially not to the office gossip. I had been wearing a frown like a depressed teenager all week. It wasn’t rocket science, I supposed. Some of the women at the office had picked up his sudden misery and had teased me about it. Despite my rather transparent denials that my love life wasn’t in serious jeopardy, I knew I was the subject of much water cooler gossip. It was awkward to be around so many people, all suddenly interested in whatever was getting me down. Abigail wasn’t going to go until I gave her something to feed her social media connections.
Abigail was a very unusual looking woman. She was probably in her mid to late twenties and had a number of small but visible tattoos (and said she had more he couldn’t see) and a pierced eyebrow. She would often put streaks of colour, that changed with every season, into her jet black, probably dyed hair. Was she an Emo or a Goth? I had no idea and I had no inclination to ask her. Physically, she was shorter than most girls. She often wore heels or platform shoes, but confided to me that she was only five feet tall without them, making her even smaller than the twins. Yes, she looked unusual. She wasn’t stunning in any particular way but seemed to use what she had to its full potential. She didn’t look ‘normal’ and that put people on edge. I think she liked that. And it wasn’t that she was devoid of sexuality. She had taken the ‘sexy secretary’ look and turned it up to LOUD! The little jiggle when she walked through the office, the certain look she gave me right before she smiled, the little way she bit her lower lip when she was embarrassed—these images were burned indelibly into my brain and pretty much every other male in the building!
But more than anything about her looks, it was her personality. She was passionately into new artists, plays, bands, and clubs. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed some of the new music scene and developing artists she played from her office computer. Richard disapproved of the background noise but I was never bothered by it. She was also a lot smarter than she seemed; cold and calculating but also clever enough to disguise her intelligence behind her secretarial glasses, which I was almost certain she only wore for show. Abigail had said I had an artistic heart inside that mathematical mind, which was why she liked me… it was true, she never took coffee to any of our other office colleagues. Richard had warned me against her but Mr Hobbs and warned me to keep her onside. I agreed with them; in every shared exchange with Abigail I felt I was being scrutinised, like I was involved in a high stakes game of chess and the wrong move would be punished.
Abigail was one of the most—I could only describe it as alive—people I had ever met. She had an effortless, easy way with others, was quick to laugh, and had a playful sense of humor. She had a genuine kindness and sincerity that came out whether she was talking to me, a waiter, or strangers on the street. So we sat in my office, talked about the weather, chatted about the projects, but all the while I knew she was begging for any details about my failing marriage.
“So, Jessica did the dirty on you?” She enquired as we drained our coffee cups.
I sighed. Maybe it was better she knew some of the truth before she left my office and lit up her social media feed with some made up shit.
“My wife and I are… having a trial separation. No, she ‘didn’t do the dirty on me’, but it’s complicated. It’s not Jessica at all. It’s more to do with me and… how I’m not dealing with some of the incompatibilities I’m having with married life.”
“Oh I see!” I could see Abigail’s mind working, “You’re still in love with someone else! I know how that feels. You’re not the only one on that bus, Jeff. You left her right? I don’t understand why… Did you cheat on her?”
“No! Look, No– no it’s just complicated and I’m not handling it all very well, that’s all. I need time to work out how I solve the problem. That reminds me, I need to find a therapist!” I laughed, trying to change the subject and throw her off scent.
Abigail had a curious mind, and a quick wit. She was remarkably well read, and I suspected she might be far smarter than she believed herself to be.
“Jeff, I really like you,” she whispered breathily across the table. “I mean a lot. And I’m worried about you. You’ve been like a breath of fresh air in this stuffy old place. You have the team working together and everyone loves you. I don’t like to see you hurting. So if there is anything I can do to help, anything, then just give me a call. Give me your phone.”
Her words cause my heart both to soar and plummet at the same time. Without even thinking I picked up my phone, unlocked it, and handed it to her. Abigail saw the confusion on my face, and continued. “This is my number. A man shouldn’t have to go through a separation alone. Don’t worry, Jeff, it’s not like I have a boyfriend or something. I haven’t had a boyfriend for a long while. It is just that my situation is kinda complicated too.”
“My wife and I are having a trial separation!” I exclaimed, correcting her.
“Hey, I’m not propositioning you, don’t worry, but if I was you wouldn’t be the first married man I’ve taken home. I’m your friend, Jeff. A concerned colleague. I like you, I like being with you, you’re so cute. I just want to see a smile back on your pretty face.”
“Thanks, Abigail, but I’m okay. My marriage will be okay. This is my problem to solve.”
Abigail giggled, stood up and walked around my desk to stand behind me, “Jeff, you’re so tense! I’m going to give you a massage before I leave. I’m good with my fingers.”
I tried to stand up but, with surprising strength she pushed down and then I felt it, the ever so feathery light touch of fingers at the base of my neck. My body shuddered as if awakened from a sleep. The touch was light and soothing, the hands; gentle and caring. I just sat there not knowing what to say or do as the touch, which began so soft and gentle, turned into a relaxing massage. I became putty in her hands and sat there reveling in the feel of this touch. It was a part of my life that had been missing for a while, the feel of human skin on skin and all the warmth and feelings that it can bring. I guess she was perceptive; she had seen my weaknesses in trying to cope with all that was happening around me. So slowly, carefully, she worked my tense neck muscles. She felt the shudder of my body, and the urge to run became overwhelming, but I held back. She knew to make this work, she expertly moved her fingers slowly and cautiously, she knew if she didn’t that I would or climb into my shell and then she would be sent from my office.
She lingered with her fingers on my neck. First massaging lightly, and then slowly gradually she deepened the massage. She could feel me start to come alive under her touch, and I could also feel the fires awaken in me. It was not the feelings I had expected, for she had no intention of this being anything more than a friend comforting a friend… didn’t she?
As I sat there, I let my mind wander to a peaceful place I had never been before. Bills, babies, moving, marriage all left my mind with abandon. I was free of all that held me down, free to feel all the feelings that I felt were buried deep inside me and had never seen the light of day. I felt such relief as her fingers continued to massage my neck, my body started to respond, not in any way she would notice, thank goodness. I didn’t want to feel this way, but it was enlightening to be a recipient of the gentle care of another human being who wanted nothing in return. It felt… normal… and normal wasn’t something I had experienced in years.
Abigail pressed herself against me from behind and continued to massage my neck. She felt sure that she had my full attention and the glaring computer screen in front of me was nothing more than a slight annoyance. As she continued to massage my neck, she very gently leaned over and gave me a whisper soft kiss on the head. From the explosion that occurred inside me, she would have thought she struck gold. There was something about this woman that made me feel quite defenseless. When Abigail kissed my head, I got lost in the smell of her womanly perfume, an incredible aphrodisiac and while I tried to hide it, I knew the secretary had felt me shiver. That one gesture sent a wave of emotion through me like no other. I felt happiness, hope, and desire, a desire that burned deep within me, a feeling like she had never felt before. It scared me right down to my bones: I wanted to be free. Free of my responsibilities. Free to be who I needed to be. I didn’t need anyone, I had everything I needed within myself to make me happy. I felt… normal. Abigail was different. Maybe being different was the normal I was looking for? I never knew I could have a feeling like that, after all I was married and had never experienced that feeling with my wife, or her mother… or her sisters. I wanted to explore this new feeling more, but was afraid of where it might take me, afraid of my feelings, afraid to lose Jessica, the family next door, and mostly afraid to lose myself, or maybe find myself once again.
Abigail could tell from my reactions, that I was conflicted, and she wasn’t sure how to proceed next. So the little secretary kept massaging my neck and absentmindedly started moving down my back. She did not want to rush things, yet there was an underlying fire now inside me that needed to be tamed. I could sense Abby needed to feel more of me, all of me, so she proceeded slowly or she would put this new fire out. As she continued to massage my neck and back, she leaned in again and planted ever so gentle kisses on my neck. She knew at once from my reaction, that I was feeling some of the same feelings she was. With those kisses, my whole body shuddered and a tiny gasp came from me. She knew now that with time, she might have me in the most intimate way a woman could. I also knew that once it happened, it would be an experience I would either instantly regret or never forget.
Abigail then stood upright, pulling her talented fingertips from my tingling skin. Leaving me wanting more. She was clever. Very clever indeed. “There you go, you look much more relaxed. We’ve passed the half way point, Jeff, we are now officially closer to the weekend. Do you have any plans? We could do something together, go to the cinema or go to the mall and get you some better looking clothes…” She spoke as if nothing had just happened.
“There’s nothing wrong with my clothes!” I exclaimed, coming to my senses. “Maybe you’re the one who needs to consider a new wardrobe. Those clothes aren’t exactly appropriate for work,” I chuckled, “They barely fit!”
Abigail was still standing behind me, her gaze was warm and friendly as I turned to inspect her unique office look. She was an attractive woman. Even if she had decided to go for an alternative look with the nose stud, eyebrow jewel, and the belly piercing. I considered for a moment if she had piercings I couldn’t see, and then dismissed the thought almost immediately.
“My clothes fit just fine, Jeffrey.” She looked down at her shorts and shirt. Her midriff was exposed, showing the jewel that dangled from her belly button that she didn’t want Richard to see, so she tugged her shirt down.
I also noticed that besides showing off all of her long legs, which she didn’t seem to mind, her shorts had settled ever so slightly into the cleft between her thighs. Seeing my gaze linger she smiled and quickly straightened her shorts. Was everything this woman did intentional? Whether that was true or not, the idea of her me checking her out made her blush. It wasn’t a sexual thing. Maybe it just felt good that a man found her attractive. The other men in the office were easily swayed by her advances. I actually think it annoyed her that I always looked right past her.
A sudden knock drew my attention to the door. Richard. He opened the door with an almost frightened expression on his face.
“Abigail, have you filed away those plans yet?”
“Not yet, Richard. Jeff needed coffee and a massage. We just finished and he already looks so much better don’t you think?”
“Jeff, reception just called, you have a visitor coming. Abigail, get those plans dealt with now, please?”
“But that’s all the way downstairs…” the goth girl protested.
“All the way to the basement.” He sneered. He was deliberately removing her so I could meet my guest without her scrutiny. He wasn’t the only chess player in the building.
“No problem, Richard,” Abigail agreed happily, “I’ll go straight there. Jeff, don’t forget to call me and we’ll do something this weekend.” She gave a little wave and skipped lightly through the office, picking up the plans and headed for the elevator.
I let out a breath I had been holding and Richard chuckled. “I told you; she looks for weakness and then strikes. By the way, you now have plans this weekend with me and Helen. We have a date with that other woman in our lives,” I raised my eyebrows, “Zelda!”
We both laughed and I was about to ask him who my visitor was when I heard the elevator signal its arrival. Our eyes were drawn to the doors as they opened.
There stood Sophie. My mother-in-law had never come to the office. This must have been important and I immediately began to worry. Jessica’s Mom was now forty-three but she looked stunning. Abigail simply stared at her as she stepped through the sliding doors into the office. I saw her speak to the secretary who turned and pointed towards us across the office. She was easily a foot taller than Abby, with perfectly styled, bleached blonde hair that fell to about the middle of her back, piercing blue eyes and breasts that just looked like perfection. She was a healthy-sized handful, and she had an hourglass figure that still haunted my dreams.
Abigail stepped inside the elevator and when she turned to face us, she gave me a cute little wave… which Sophie saw. A look of concern crossed her face. The doors closed and Sophie made her way towards us. Her hips swayed and she moved with a grace that had us captivated. It was obvious she still exercised to keep in shape. She wore a cream coloured dress beneath her jacket with a knee length pencil skirt. Her legs looked great in her black nylons and ended nicely with a sexy pair of three inch black stilettos laced up her slender legs. I’d sometimes thought about what I’d like to do to her in the confines of my office… but thoughts like that were for my fantasies. A massage was going to be the most outrageous activity these four walls were ever going to see. Richard immediately held my office door open, graciously, his face filled with equal amounts of wonder and puzzlement. Sophie stepped inside and I stood up, to make the introductions.
“Richard, this is Sophie, my mother-in-law. Sophie, this is Richard, he’s my boss.”
Sophie held out her hand and Richard took it, looking totally enamored with my wife’s mother. It was almost embarrassing and I chuckled in amusement.
“Sophie, it’s a pleasure,” he said when he found his voice, his eyes still sparkling, “have we met before?”
“I–I don’t think so, I’ve never come to the building before but it does feel like I know you; Jeff has told us all so much about you and the work you do together.”
Richard shook his head, as if to clear his mind of his befuddlement, “Either way,” he began, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs…”
“Robinson,” Sophie smiled.
“Mrs. Robinson…” he paused then smiled again, nodding his head, “no, you’re right, we’ve never met. It is an honour to finally meet you. You live… upstairs?” Richard asked me, the question seemingly coming out of nowhere.
“I’ve moved back home…” I replied.
“Temporarily,” Sophie added with a little sigh.
“Jeff is the most compassionate and caring man I’ve ever met, way beyond his years, I have to keep reminding myself that he’s only twenty-one! Things will work out for all of you, of this I’m certain. He’s a problem solver and this is small fry compared to the stuff I hand to him on a daily basis. He loves his wife very much. Jessica?”
I started to blush and pulled out a chair so Sophie could sit down. It felt strange that the three of us were all standing facing each other. She declined the chair, responding to Richard’s question; “Jessica is my youngest daughter. She has an identical twin; Rachel. Yes, Jeff and Jess are madly in love with each other… what happened will soon be put behind us. That’s kinda why I’m here. I don’t want to interrupt anyone if you’re busy.”
“You’re not interrupting anything Mrs. Robinson. Jeff has not been himself all week, I’d do anything to see him happy and reunited with his family.” I started blushing again and looked down at the floor as Richard smiled avidly at Sophie, then towards me, “Jeff, I’m sure you’ve both got important things to say to each other and Abigail’s going to be back up here in a flash… I think you should take your mother-in-law for lunch. Take as long as you need. We’ll talk later, we have much to discuss.”
“No, Richard, that’s okay, I’ve still got loads to do–”
“I insist. Work can wait. Some things are more important. Now go, I’ll see you later.”
“Thank you, Richard, you’re very kind,” Sophie said as Richard once again held her hand in his.
“You’re very welcome,” Richard said excitedly, clearly impressed with the woman who had secretly saved me and had carried my child. Sophie had that effect on everyone, “I want to do my bit to help. After all, he’s done so much for us here at ‘Imagine This’. Jeff only has two topics of conversation outside work; video games and his family. He holds you all in such high regard. I have faith in him. He’s a remarkable young man.”
“He certainly is, thank you, Richard, it’s been good to finally meet you.”
“Likewise, Mrs. Robinson.” He walked over to my office door and opened it, “Quick. Get yourselves away before the office gossip comes back!” He laughed.
I grabbed my jacket and quickly headed for the glass elevator with Sophie. Richard watched us go, looking happier than I had seen him in a while! I felt grateful for his understanding. Abigail would have had enough gossip to last her for the rest of the week if we engaged in any conversation within earshot. As we waited, I could see both elevators, ascending. One was obviously going to beat the other and I wondered just how fast Abigail could file those plans in the basement. As the door opened I was thankful that she wasn’t in it, and I pressed the button for the lobby as the doors closed.
As we descended the twin elevator passed us, slowing to stop at our floor. In it was Abigail. On seeing me she gave another little wave and blew me a pouting kiss. She really did enjoy making things as awkward as possible. I sighed, thankful that we had missed her. Richard would keep her busy throughout the afternoon and I suddenly remembered I’d need to thank him for his invite to play on his Nintendo on the weekend. I definitely didn’t need or want Abby in my home life. Having her in my work life was more than enough.
“Who was that?” Sophie asked coldly.
“That was my secretary, Abigail.”
“Does Jessica know you have a secretary?” Sophie said in shock.
“Well, technically, she isn’t really my secretary. Abigail is the office secretary.”
“She’s more like the office tramp! Did you see the state of her?”
“I suppose she is that as well.” I agreed as we reached the lobby.
“Leave your car here and we’ll take mine and go for a drive someplace where we can talk in private.”
We walked in silence to her car, parked in the visitor bay in the building car lot. We climbed inside and closed the doors and just sat there in an uncomfortable silence for a full minute before I decided to say something.
“What’s happened Sophie? I thought I was clear, you were giving me some time and distance.”
“Your Mom and Dad aren’t happy with us at the moment, Jeff. They have forbidden me… all of us, from coming to the house. We’ve been warned to stay away from you, at least until this is all resolved. And I needed to give you an update…”
“You could have called or sent a message.”
“I had no guarantee you would pick up or even read the message and what I had to say… I wanted to say in person.”
“I see…” I huffed. This was going to be a long afternoon.
Sophie looked at me, trying to work out what to say, but then seemed to give up. She started the car and began to drive us towards the outskirts of the city. We soon found ourselves travelling up the driveway of a country club, surrounded by greenery, sports fields and approached the large spa/hotel at the centre of the estate. I knew Sophie visited this place with my parents, spending weekends here, soaking up the luxuries. It had some exclusivity, being members only and she explained that I was going to be her guest. She booked us in at the reception and we were shown to a quiet area where we would be brought food and drinks.
“So what’s wrong Sophie?” I asked when we were finally alone.
“I’m worried, Jeff, that little Emo seemed quite smitten with you.”
“Richard, seemed quite smitten with you!”
“Yes, he did, didn’t he,” Sophie giggled, “Maybe we have crossed paths before? I don’t remember him if we did.”
“You didn’t come to the office to see who I worked with, Sophie.”
“It’s happening again, Jeff, we all saw it coming and we did nothing to stop it.”
“What’s happening!”
“You’ve spent the last few years being connected to a daughter of mine, from the day we moved in until this weekend. Jessica was always worried she was going to lose you… and now… maybe it’s coming true.”
“What’s coming true? What’s the emergency, Sophie? Why am I here?” This was making no sense. We were in the most peaceful environment I’d ever experienced and still the mature blonde was managing to completely stress me out.
“She’s losing you… and if she loses you… I lose you.”
Okay, that sounded more like the Sophie I knew. She was worried about her family but also she was worried about herself. Something still didn’t sit right.
“Sophie, I told you all I needed time! It’s only been three days! I have no idea how much time I need but it’s definitely going to be more like three weeks… or even three months!”
“You’re living apart from your wife, my daughter. You’re separated and already Abigail is showing interest in you. And it’s only been three days! Jessica was always worried someone was going to come and sweep you off your feet. Someone more suited to you. Someone normal.”
“Oh don’t worry, Abigail is far from normal.”
“She’s a woman and she’s different enough to be more of a match to you than my manipulative daughters. Jessica and Rachel have only themselves to blame. They did this before. You declared your love for them, they messed with your mind and pushed you into the arms of their big sister. She then completely took advantage of the situation and did everything in her power to break you, to make you hers. She wanted to possess you. Had you raped. Had you sexually assaulted. And very nearly won… I have no doubt that she would have fallen pregnant to you by now. You would be married with children and living in my old house if she had her way. She may have even dumped Jerome. He was never part of her long term plans. But none of that happened.”
“It didn’t happen because you saved me.”
“You saved yourself, I just took advantage of the situation, just like my daughter.” Sophie confessed. Did she really think that she had abused me? “I fell in love with you just as they did. I then gave myself to you. You were a teenager. I was turning forty. You made me feel… like I had finally found my destiny. I wasn’t surprised when I fell pregnant. It was supposed to happen… but of course… it never should have.”
I reached out and clasped her hand in mine. “Sophie, you didn’t force me. I chose you because I fell in love with you too. I was eighteen but you made me into a man. I would be dead if it wasn’t for you. I was ready to end it all. I owe my life to you. I made a baby with you and Jacob is the only good thing I have to show for my life so far.”
“So far…” Sophie mused, “I’m here because I’m worried you really will choose to end your own life rather than try to find a way to forgive my daughters… again. Your parents don’t understand, they never saw you in your darkest hour… they never realised how close you were to opting out. And now they have banned me from your house and changed the locks. They are serious. Your Mom is willing to end our thirty-year-old friendship over this. They see me as a threat. They see all of us as a threat and they are deeply worried they are going to lose their little boy because of our collective stupidity, our desperate need to keep you and the twins’ inappropriate desire to share you. Three days into your separation and your sexy secretary is making a move on you. Jessica and Rachel pushed you into the arms of Ellen through their naive stupidity, now they’ve pushed you into the path of that Goth Chick from the office.”
“I have no interest in Abigail. Trust me. She’s more manipulative than all your daughters put together. She’s slept her way into her safe little role as secretary and personal assistant to the CEO. She has her sights set on bigger fish than me. She’s like a cat and I’m just a mouse she thinks she can play with… now my marriage is on the rocks. She even tried it on with Richard when his marriage failed. I’m keeping a safe distance from Abby. I won’t give her any reason for her to take advantage of me!”
“That’s good to hear,” Sophie said, taking a deep breath. I watched her breasts rise then fall and I squeezed her hand in reassurance. Sophie smiled and seemed to relax a little.
“I also came with an update. I’ve booked both Rachel and Jessica in with a therapist recommended by your Mom. Their first session is on Saturday. Have you booked yourself in for counseling yet?”
“Not yet, it’s only been three days!” I reiterated.
“Michael and Maria don’t want me near you. We’ve been friends for most of our lives. We did everything together and it’s right they should sacrifice our relationship for their only child. But… I’m worried… that I’m going to lose you… that I’m not going to be able to save you this time. It terrifies me.”
“I’m facing my fears and living my life one day at a time.” I admitted, “I’m tired, Sophie. Tired of trying. One month into a marriage that was supposed to solve everything… I find myself back at square one. Maybe, if I’m not strong enough to make it on my own then I shouldn’t be saved?”
“Please don’t say that!” Sophie wailed, “We need you… no, I need you. Our son needs his daddy.”
“Jacob has Joseph. It would be better if I just ceased to exist. I’ll forgive Rachel and Jessica in time, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to forgive myself. And how am I supposed to be a good husband and father if I hate myself?”
“You’ll find a way. You always do. Even Richard knows you’ll work something out that will fix everything.”
“You think I can fix everything? That’s a lot of pressure on me.”
“I have faith in you, like you said, it’s simple really; it’s not about fixing everything, it’s only about finding a way to forgive yourself. Then forgive the twins. The rest will then fall into place. You forgave Ellen?”
“It’s easy to forgive someone you’re never going to see again.”
“No, you forgave her before we even realised Jerome had drugged Jessica. I saw it happening in that parking lot after you saved Rachel. You forgave Ellen and I watched her change immediately after, as a result of your forgiveness… she became Eleanor, the daughter I knew and loved… you showed her the way. You both realised the price Jessica had paid long before we did. In that moment, you loved Ellen… and she loved you… but of course it was already too late.”
“Ellen was broken… I was naive, thinking we were perfect for each other. We thought we could fix our lives and live happily ever after as a couple but we both focused on the wrong things. She couldn’t see how devoted I was to her… trying to make her happy nearly killed me. I feel like I’ve been living on borrowed time since. I’m not good enough, Sophie… I keep on failing…”
“You never failed! We failed you! I failed you…”
“You saved me!”
“Then let me save you again? I can’t lose you, Jeff. I’m not saying that because of Joseph and his needs, or because of my marriage and the way you brought us back together. I’m not even saying it because of the beautiful baby boy you gave me… Jeff, I need you in my life. When you married Jessica I thought that I’d won, you’d never be mine, but you’d be close… a part of my family at last. But now… this has become my worst nightmare and I can’t let you walk away from us… or this life. Let me show you… Let me save you–”
“Madam, Sir?” A concierge interrupted us. I had no idea how long he had been politely waiting, “Your suite is ready. The restaurant has just closed for the afternoon but room service is available. Would you be dining with us tonight?”
“Oh, no thank you… we won’t be staying tonight. But… we could still use the room. Thank you.”
“A complimentary bottle of house white is on ice and waiting for you. It’s lovely to see you back with us Mrs. Robinson.”
The concierge took his leave and I stared at Sophie. She smiled sheepishly. “You booked a room?”
“Not really,” She giggled, “the room is made available as soon as we arrive should we need it. It has a hot tub and is a great place to unwind with a bottle of wine. Come on, I’ll show you.”
“I thought we were going to have lunch?” I asked.
“We’ll order some room service. Don’t worry, your boss made it clear he isn’t expecting you back this afternoon.” She stood up and offered up her arm for me to escort her wherever she would have me go. I stood up, brushed myself down and she slotted her arm into mine and guided us towards the accommodation, “Your parents often join us here. They love it. You will too and, if nothing else, we’ll have some privacy and I really could use a glass of white wine right now. My nerves are fried.”
“I don’t think this is a sensible idea, Sophie,” I responded as she led me to an elaborate staircase leading to the first floor, “my parents are right. I think I need to distance myself from all of you to get some perspective.”
“And look what that’s done for you after just three days; your boss is worried about your work, your secretary is trying to get into your pants and you look like you aren’t getting much sleep.”
“Are you saying I look like shit?” I asked with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood that had descended between us as we walked towards the suites.
“No, no… it’s just… well you look a little tired is all,” she said.
“Yeah, good catch,” I commented as we passed an older couple, “It’s odd being back home, it’s odd sleeping alone, it’s odd that she’s just next door and all I need to do is pretend it never happened, or that I’m okay with it and everything would be fine. It stresses me out. So, no; I haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Then I’m glad I brought you here. I’ll make sure you go home satisfied… well fed and well rested.”
I had felt no shock at her advance, it had been slow and measured, the act telegraphed clearly so I could not mistake her intent. For me though time stood still, as her head came closer and closer to mine. I was not sure she could have moved or spoken if I had wanted to. Only the last moment had been missed as I closed my eyes in terrified, delightful anticipation. A quiet gasp escaped from my lips just a moment before our mouths touched. To be fair she had given her every chance to push her away, but I had not the strength or the wish to. Later I would feel guilty that it had not entered her head to try. It seemed predictable. I could not deny that I knew the risks I was taking in allowing that to happen. I had realised just before she had made her move that it was the obvious moment. Time was running out. I knew exactly the peril I was placing myself in and I saw the seductive thrill it gave her.
I considered how she would handle the disappointment, if at the end of the evening, I just said goodbye and walked away. Would we have been relieved or just overwhelmed by frustration? I really didn’t know, inevitably perhaps a strong sense of both emotions all jumbled up in my head. As we walked out of the restaurant I had casually offered her my arm, and she had happily taken it. She loved being with a man who looked after her and my heart beat a little faster as we went. It had been awkward walking with her, feeling like we were a couple, the two of us side-by-side. We were a little too wide for the gaps between the tables, and so the chivalrous holding of an arm quickly turned into the much more dangerous holding of hands. That felt more intimate, more sexual but that way she could guide me through the tables better. A thrill went through my body as her fingers wrapped around mine. Her hand felt so warm against my rather chilled one. I apologised for having cold hands, but Sophie laughed and held mine a little tighter until we got into the lift.
That was how it had started, I had joked about needing my hand back and she had let go, but we had remained looking at each other. Staring into each other’s eyes, we could see the other’s faces mirrored our own, serious looking, uncertain but animated. Then, on instinct, she moved forward to kiss me. Anticipating what would happen, knowing the risks, I still let her kiss her without the slightest resistance. It was alarming, scary but thrilling and exciting all at the same time.
I was married. I had made my wife a promise… but this was just a kiss… no, it was more than just a kiss. How could a woman’s mouth feel and taste so incredible? There was the same question again and I was no nearer an answer. It was a surprise though that this query had instantly popped into my head the moment our heads had come together. I wished it meant I was detached, calm and in control. Unfortunately, it really meant I was completely overwhelmed by the swirling emotions spinning around in my mind. This was what I needed to avoid, coming at me too fast, in a situation I had tried to avoid. For a moment I felt slightly light-headed, thrilled that we were about to have dinner together.
“It’s hot in here…” she whispered as she pulled her lips away, shrugging her jacket from her shoulders and turned to check herself in the elevator mirror.
Sophie’s dress was backless showing her freckled, flawless skin. My eyes ran over the slight rises caused by her two shoulder blades and the depression in her skin from the vertical line of her spine. Her back was bare all the way down to the top of her waist where the black dress covered her and flowed seamlessly into the tight skirt. Her smooth as silk arms hung at her side, just a black bangle on her left wrist. A moment later her head turned, as she hunted for her purse, giving me a side profile of her beautiful face. The skirt was short, just above the knee and its lining was red, so as she moved there was this absorbing flash of colour contrasting with the black. Then slowly she turned to face me, now holding her bag. Presumably my face showed my shock from seeing her so dressed up and looking so absolutely stunning.
“What’s wrong?” She said, her face dropped. “Is it too much? Adding very defensively. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn this dress.”
“No,” replied I, cursing himself for giving totally the wrong impression. “It’s just.” I hesitated, and then decided to modify slightly what was in my mind. “You look gorgeous.” Well I could not say she was desirable, not yet. I made the comment quite flatly and then shrugged, hoping I wasn’t blushing.
I watched tensely as Sophie inclined her head slightly to one side and then a big smile broke on her face.
“Really? Wow! Thank you,” she said, a little flustered. She added in a calmer, sincerer voice. “That means so much to me. I fear losing you, Jeff. Seeing that flirtatious secretary make her move… It reinforced my worst nightmare.” She then paused before taking a deep breath. “You see, this dress is pretty old. I haven’t worn it since before we moved in next door. I wasn’t even sure it would fit.” But all I had focussed on was the way my stomach lurched when she had said my name.
“It seems a long time since we had to sneak around, keeping in the shadows, hoping no-one would realise what we were doing,” I said. I think I was trying to draw attention to how this would look to not only outsiders but to my wife. “This is moving a little fast for me. We are not going to have sex!” I said, kind of blurting it out and then wishing I hadn’t. Now I was blushing.
“Like I said nothing is going to happen that you don’t want to.” Sophie said again softly, and then in a much lighter tone, “come on! Otherwise I am going to have to drink the bottle on my own.” The elevator doors opened and Sophie pulled me by the arm, but I initially stayed rooted to the ground, my eyes fixed on the row of buttons inside the lift. I only needed to press for the lobby and this would go no further. Slowly she pulled some more, my arm gradually rose and reached full length, my eyes still staring at the lift buttons, but then my foot moved, first one and then the other. I actually lowered her head briefly to look at them, it was like they belonged to someone else. Slowly I was being sucked in, now I was being led to her room. I had failed at the table and at the lift to stop this dangerous spiral, now I was walking down the corridor, getting deeper involved. It might have felt wrong, but I was going willingly, without any resistance, except part of my brain was telling me this was madness. At the same time the risk of it all was overwhelmingly exciting.
It’s just a drink I told myself. We were not going to have sex! The tension of the dilemma I was in continued to build. We made our way past identical doors to the hotel’s state rooms. The resort was very quiet, air-conditioned and dimly lit. It seemed to ooze relaxation from its chocolate brown walls and I felt my tense reluctance begin to melt away.
“Well here we are,” Sophie announced as we reached a closed door with a chrome number thirteen shining in the dim light of the corridor.
“Yep,” I answered softly. “Unlucky for some.”
“It’s about time your luck changed, Jeff”.
I nodded in agreement but the two of us just stood there in awkward silence, me wringing my fists as Sophie fidgeted with the straps of her purse.
“This is so crazy,” I finally broke the silence. I looked into Sophie’s piercing blue eyes. “I’m not supposed to be standing outside a hotel room with my mother-in-law, petrified about what happens if you open the door.”
“Jeff, I’m not going to force you, I didn’t bring you here to have sex with you. I just want you to feel you can be yourself around me. I just want you to relax. I’m hoping I’m still capable of making you happy.”
“You never lost that ability. But I promised my wife if she told Rachel we were going to try to be exclusive then I was going to tell both you and Molly the same thing.”
“My daughters love making promises with you because they know you will always try to keep them. Jeff,” Sophie took a deep breath, “You feel you made that agreement with them but what did they do? They immediately broke their promise. And that’s why you walked away from your marriage.”
“They felt they had too…”
“And they knew that! That’s how they tie you up in knots! They know you always feel obligated to try to do the right thing no matter what they do. They also know it eats you up when inside when anybody one of us forces you to stray beyond your perception of what is right. That’s why you feel guilty… you no longer need to feel guilty. That’s probably why they repeatedly break your heart; it empowers them to see you try to move mountains for them. “
“There’s more on the line here than my feelings. Jessica is stressed, and that’s probably why she hasn’t fallen pregnant. There’s too much at stake. Though she hates it, she needed this. We needed this. I needed to be a man, not a boy. I needed to stand my ground this time. This time she needs to adapt… or we don’t have a future together. We’ll never have children together.”
“Then be a man, and join me inside…” Sophie said, trying not to sound seductive and failing completely. “Let me help you. That’s what I’m meant to do. You know that. They know that.”
“I know, I never thought I’d actually be in this situation. I should be freaking out. I should never have come. I should walk away. I made a deal–”
“They broke the terms of your contract. It’s null and void. I’m here, you haven’t walked away. If you’re going to let time fix this… let me fix you.”
I gulped as he stared at her, she was so beautiful, her lithe fit body, toned from years of running, yoga, and healthy eating. Her long blonde hair curled around her shoulders. She had been the object of my deepest sexual fantasies for as long as I could remember, and now she was standing next to me, in front of a hotel suite.
“Just for some food and something cool to drink…” I murmured to myself as I stared into her sparkling eyes. I felt my pulse rate rise. She knew she had me.
“Let’s get inside,” she said as she opened the door. “I hope the air conditioning works in there, it’s really hot.”
“You’re hot.”
“Am I?” She smiled as we stepped inside, “or are you just saying that hoping you’ll get lucky?”
“We are not having sex. I keep my promises.”
“Because you’re a good man. You made a deal with Jessica that was important to you, even now with that agreement in tatters, you still want to hang onto the hope that it meant something… because of that… I’ll make sure you honour it. Don’t worry.”
The suite was amazing. The room was clean and bright, the air cooled atmosphere immediately sobering me. I hadn’t realised how hot the mature blonde had made me. I watched my mother-in-law cross the room, her ass swaying in her pencil skirt. She set her purse down on the small table that sat in the far corner. She took a minute to check the curtains, making sure they were pulled open, bathing the room in bright sunlight, immediately removing the intended intimacy that the guests obviously expected. Then she bent over displaying her shapely ass at me as she lingered over the controls of the air conditioner, making sure I got a good long look.
The door quietly clicked closed behind me and I surveyed the room. The suite was incredible, the living area consisted of a large open plan lounge, with open doors leading to an expansive bathroom and an exquisitely decorated bedroom. The lounge itself was a large square area with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the grounds and an open fire in the centre of the room with a stone chimney which acted as the focal point and stretched all the way to the ceiling rafters. Around the fire were three large sofas and a huge tv mounted on one wall. It was an amazing space to entertain, and I was pretty sure this was where all the fun happened. I wondered if my parents had ever been here?
We made small talk, as she put me at ease, and I became accustomed to being alone with her again for the first time in what seemed ages. My eyes scanned the opened doors; the bathroom had a huge shower cubicle and an even bigger bath. The bedroom was behind me, and I deliberately avoided looking at it.
“It’s a Jacuzzi…” the matriarch commented as noticed where I was looking. “Why don’t you get the water hot and bubbling and I’ll order us some room service?” I looked at her suspiciously. “You’re here to relax. It’s a Spa, Jeff. Enjoy the facilities. I’ve seen you naked before and I’m sure I can restrain myself,” she chuckled.
I let out a sigh, smiled and nodded, climbing from my seat, I turned around and saw the bedroom, registering the vast space and an unusually circular white linen covered bed. Sophie poured out two generous helpings of the complimentary wine into two glasses, and handed one to take with me.
“Just relax, Jeff. I’ll handle everything.”
I nodded and walked away as she picked up the menu and began reading. Stepping into the bathroom I was stunned by the opulence of the bathroom. Intricate mosaic tiles breathed life into the room, adding warmth and visual interest with white marble and terracotta tiles. However the most striking feature of this luxury bathroom design was the enormous jacuzzi bathtub. The tub was minimalist in its form, featuring clean, curved lines. The matte white finish stood out against darker elements in the room, while the gold edging added a touch of bold contrast. But what elevated the bathtub to another level were the fixtures that accompanied it; Polished gold floor-mounted faucets acted as both functional pieces and design statements. Their curved lines and sleek finish seamlessly integrated with the tub, bringing cohesion to the overall look. This thoughtful use of metallic finishes didn’t just add shine, they complemented the modern luxury while staying grounded in traditional craftsmanship.
I located a pile of white, fluffy towels and took one and started to run the water into the large tub. Then I carefully began to undress. When the water was high enough, I turned on the jets and slid in, groaning as the water churned around me. I was stressed, although not from Sophie’s presence in the next room; more from the anxiety and tension of the past few days. It felt as if I was holding my breath, waiting for the moment when my life would begin to unravel or I would simply explode. So… I floated in the warm water, closing my eyes and trying to block out my thoughts. But I was alone with them, and they were insistent. I couldn’t help but wonder what might happen this week, or on the weekend, thankful that Richard had stepped in with an invite over to his, to play Zelda, meet Helen and keep me out of Abigail’s sights.
Then my thoughts turned to Jessica and her sister. I remembered the excitement in Jessica’s eyes when she talked about sharing me with Rachel. I wasn’t trying to deny her… the pleasure she recieved… in knowing having a sexual relationship with her twin. I was just trying to be cautious and take precautions! Maybe I was just being pig-headed, my pride that had been hurt; I had trusted her, she had promised me, and she had let me down. But I refused to stand down when I could easily have done so. I had walked out trying to make a point… and now I was here. I should have felt guilty, being away from work, being in a luxury spa with my mother-in-law… but I didn’t. I hadn’t chosen this pathway, they had. I sighed, rolling my head around the back of the tub. I knew Jessica loved me. I knew I wasn’t going to divorce her; I just needed time.
What was I so afraid of? The idea of opening my marriage scared the hell out of me, although I didn’t want to admit it. Being part of a threesome, the way things had happened with Molly, Rachel and, of course, Sophie… this was different. What they had done… was a deliberate act. So what was the problem if the office secretary chose to flirt with me. I sat up in the tub, eyes wide. What about Sophie? Was she jealous? Did she worry that I was going to fall in love with the little emo and leave her daughter? The thought startled me, and had honestly never occurred to me. I would never leave Jessica… but I had… hadn’t I? Confused, I leaned back in the tub, closing my eyes again. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel, seeing Jessica with another man. But how had Sophie felt, seeing me with Abigail?
I jumped when a knock sounded at the door. “Jeff?” It was Sophie, her voice concerned. “Can I come in?”
I glanced down, seeing the water churning around my naked torso, and smiled to myself. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen it all before.
“Sure,” I called.
She was still wearing her dress, looking professional but incredibly sex. “Are you okay?”
I shrugged and nodded. “I’m fine.”
Frowning, she cocked her head, her brow knitted. “Are you sure?”
I nodded again, not looking into her eyes. “Yeah. Just tired, I guess.”
Sophie shook her head, coming over to the tub. She threw a towel down on the floor and knelt, leaning against the edge. I still didn’t look at her, but I felt her eyes on me, searching. She rested her chin on her folded arms with a sigh.
“I don’t think you’re okay.” Her voice was insistent and I swallowed when she touched my hair, smoothing it back from my face. “I think you are most definitely not okay.”
I shook my head, denying it, a lump growing in my throat so I couldn’t say the words.
“Hey…” Her voice was soft and kind, as it always had been, just like I’d remembered it. “It’s me… you can talk to me…”
I shook my head again, blinking back tears. “No… Mrs. Robinson… I…”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, don’t start calling me Mrs. Robinson now!”
Startled, I looked up at her, meeting her eyes. They were teasing, but serious, too. I laughed, I couldn’t help it, and she laughed with me.
“I mean, come on ‘Mr Winter’…” She smiled, cocking her head again. “We’re both married now, right?”
“Right.” I laughed again, shaking my head. “Okay… Sophie… I’m fine. Really.”
We looked at each other and both burst out laughing at once, knowing it was the biggest lie in the world. And before I knew it, I was crying instead of laughing, tears streaming down my face, and Sophie was leaning into the tub to hug me.
“Oh sweetheart, it’s okay,” she murmured, stroking my hair. “It’s going to take time. My daughters are learning an important lesson but you’re the one paying the price… as always. It’s going to be okay.”
“No! It’s not! This is a mess.” I sobbed, clinging. I tried not to get her wet but my hands slipped on her shoulders, but I grabbed onto her. She did her best to comfort me, but I was crying hard, now, all the fear and emotion I’d kept inside for the last few days pouring out over poor Sophie’s shoulders.
“Yes, it will, I promise,” she whispered, letting me pull her closer, so she was leaning half over the tub. “It’ll be okay.”
“Don’t you start making promises you can’t keep. You’re just like your daughters. You don’t understand!” I croaked. “Jessica wants to have an open marriage and I don’t know if I can handle it like you do.”
She pulled back and looked at me, her eyes soft with understanding. Cupping my face in her hands, she kissed my tear-stained cheek, shaking her head. “Oh Jeff… yes… yes, I do understand.”
“No!” I cried, feeling the desperation crawling up my throat with the words. “Sophie, I feel so caught! I’m scared to death of losing her if I do it and I’m scared to death of losing her if I don’t—I don’t know what to do!”
“I know.” She nodded, sliding the rest of the way into the big tub, dress and all, and putting her arms around me. “Oh sweetie, trust me, I do know. I know just what you’re feeling.”
I curled myself against her, the water churning around us, and she rocked me, stroked me, cuddled me against her breasts, now wet with bath water, and let me cry until my breath was hitching in my throat. When it finally ebbed, she pressed her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Ask me anything you want.”
I looked at her, startled. It had occurred to me earlier that Sophie was perhaps the one person in the world who might really have a solution to my problem. But the first question out of my mouth wasn’t about Jessica or my marriage. It was something I’d wanted to know, something that had haunted me for years.
“That first time… when we had sex… Did you plan it?”
“Yes.” She knew what I was asking, and she answered honestly. I sighed, feeling something in me shrinking. “But not in the way you think.”
Puzzled, I looked at her.
“I fell in love with you, Jeff.” Her fingers pushed my hair behind my ears, her eyes soft as they looked at me. “I still love you.” Her words made tears come again and they fell silently into the bath water. “You were like part of our family, I’d known you since you were a baby… you were my best friend’s son… I remember the night you were conceived. I was there when you were born. I witnessed the moment all three of my daughters fell for you when they saw you for the first time helping your parents unload their car. My heart swiftly followed theirs. But Ellen pushed herself to the front and threw herself at you. Seeing you with Eleanor… knowing she was abusing you sexually… it got under my skin. It hurt us all seeing you in such pain. I planned to save you from her for Jessica… but… found myself becoming just as obsessive and possessive. I’m not going to deny that.”
“So you wanted to fuck me for your own needs…”
“Yes.” She nodded, touching my cheek. “I hoped… but if it hadn’t happened, that would have been okay, too. I would have still kept loving you anyway.” She smiled and then bit her lip. “Just… differently. I wanted Jessica or Rachel to have their opportunity. I didn’t mean to seduce you for myself.”
I didn’t know if it was the truth, or if she was just saying what I wanted to hear, but it was important for me to know, especially because what I was about to ask her would affect me and my marriage for the rest of my life.
“Did you have it all planned out?” I asked, feeling a lump in my throat. “Did you talk to Jessica about how… how you were going to…”
“No!” Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. “God, no! Of course not! We just… we just let nature take its course. And, thankfully… it did.”
My feelings were a little assuaged. “Was I the first?”
“The first man other than my husband I’ve slept with since my marriage? No. I had an affair shortly before you moved in… but I ended things. It wasn’t right. I wasn’t happy. It helped me come to the decision to end my own marriage. Joseph and I agreed we would wait until the twins had turned eighteen and then I would file for divorce. I was looking for something missing from my life. I’m not proud of myself. I was a terrible mother to my daughters. A terrible role model. I was a controlling predator! Then you entered my life and… somehow… you were the missing piece. I knew it was wrong but I pretended that saving you from Ellen meant I was doing it for the right reasons. I’m selfish and evil, Jeff. I knew precisely what I was doing when I seduced you. IYou were just a teenage boy! My best friend’s son! I stole you from your girlfriend, my daughter. Then I committed adultery with you! Multiple times! And I never felt the guilt you felt. I sexually took advantage of you, used you to live out my wildest fantasies, and replaced my predatory daughter as your mistress. I took pleasure in leading you astray and never stopped, even when I saw what I was doing was slowly eroding your innocence. No… you’re just fine Jeff. But there’s something very wrong with me!”
“In a weird way… I understand,” I whispered back to her as we pulled apart. The mature blonde didn’t look convinced. “I also did… despicable things… in the name of love.”
“You were forced into having sexual relations with a man! Eleanor used your strengths against you, twisting you to her will, using your devotion and guilt to make you submissive. You committed no crimes. I did. I didn’t get caught, I was lucky… I got lucky. You fell in love with me, your parents forgave me, Jessica appreciated me saving you and Joseph discovered he loved the dynamic it brought to our sex life, reinvigorating our marriage. I planned to have you as my lover and then run away with you as my partner. That was my plan!”
“Really?” I blinked at her, surprised. I’d been sure, somehow, that I was just one in a long line of seduced young men along the way. She planned to make a life with me?
“The plan changed. You bathed me in your love… it was beautiful… it seemed to cleanse me. Your forgiveness made me evolve without even realising it. I was supposed to be saving you… but in reality… you saved me. Your unconditional love changed me! My body changed… my heart softened… and then you gave me Jacob.” She smiled, her eyes warm. “Who we also love very much. Your mother told me I was infertile… but you… you cured me. You blessed me with our love child.”
I sighed, resting my head under her chin. “He’s amazing. It’s hard not to love you and our love child.”
She chuckled. “You’re amazing. I hope you see that’s one of the reasons why Rachel and Jessica did what they did. They both love you. They seek… your cure.”
I didn’t want to accept that. Deep down I was still angry at being manipulated because… because I knew… if they had asked… if they had explained it… I wouldn’t have made it into the marriage breaking event that had plunged us all into this mess. I didn’t want to accept that this was really my fault. So I changed the topic.
“Joseph being… cuckold… Who wanted it first?”
After a moment, she said, “He did.”
“What did you do when he told you?” I was remembering Joseph telling me, my shock, my fear. “What did you say?”
“I was hurt,” she admitted with a sigh. Her hand massaged my shoulder. “Confused… but the thought was exciting. We’d fantasized about it a lot, having another man or woman in our bed.”
I nodded, swallowing hard. “Jessica is like her father.”
“And you’re afraid the fantasy is going to be better than the reality?”
“Isn’t it always?” I sighed.
“Was it with us?” I felt her lips brush the top of my head and smiled.
“No.”
“I think it depends on the people involved.” Her fingers moved through my hair, stroking, petting, and I felt my body melting against hers, finally relaxing. “I think it can be a big mess, or it can be an amazing experience.”
“I don’t want to clean up a mess.”
She laughed. “I don’t blame you.”
“I’m scared,” I admitted.
“I know.” She kissed my temple. “It’s okay to be scared. I’d worry if you weren’t.”
I shook my head, feeling tears stinging my eyes again as I choked out the words. “I love her so much.”
“I know.” She cupped my face in her hands, her eyes searching mine. “And that’s what you need to trust.”
“What do you mean?” I felt that desperation rising again.
“When it came right down to it, I had to trust that my love for Joseph, and his love for me, was stronger than anything else.” Her words were sweet, so sweet I could almost taste them.
“Was it?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “It still is. As is my love for you. Are you still conflicted?”
“A little.”
“Then let me show you.”
Sophie stood up and I saw a slight hardness in her eyes, a steeliness that I hadn’t seen before. She took one step back from the edge of the bath, and she undid the buttons securing her now wet dress, tightly to her hor body. The cream gown was buttoned all down the front, perhaps six or eight slits of cloth with white sewn buttons. She flipped the buttons through the tight slits and the cloth was now split around her breasts, and then she lowered one shoulder and it fell, a cascade of cloth at her feet. She stepped from it, her long boots laced to her knees, a white small triangle of silk at the base of her belly. Her breasts were exposed, sitting high and proud on her chest, clad in a silk bra, perfectly proportioned like her girls. I wanted to reach out and touch her bare flesh, but she stepped back, quite deliberately, putting me beyond arms reach. My hands might have been denied, but my penis wasn’t, and bounced from my belly at the sight of her.
Sophie’s eyes glinted once again and she turned away from me, her delicious ass cheeks split by the single narrow cloth of her thong, her slender back half hidden by her long blonde hair. She reached behind her back and unclipped the hooks of her bra, and slid the thin straps down from her shoulders. Again I was denied, for my eyes ached to see her large nipples, pink and tight on her perky breasts, but she was holding her body away from me now. Bending at the waist, her hands reached for the laces of her boots. At last I was treated to a lush tease, for she placed her feet apart, creating a gap between her legs, and the firm round globes of her ass were before my eyes. I let out an impromptu gasp at the sight of her, and she looked at me, with her head down. I couldn’t interpret the look.
Sophie had stepped out of her shoes now, and she then spun quickly around to face me, her arms folded over her breasts. The shape of her mound remained as prominent today as it had always been, but had been enhanced because of the stretchiness of the silk material. The result was a very close fit to her body. Her panties took on the shape of her labia, and with the front seam slipping easily between her lips, a perfectly formed camel toe resulted. It was the focal point of my gaze. She looked at me without saying anything. Stepping forwards, back within reach, expressionless. I rose from the tub, water cascading down my body to join the maelstrom of bubbles churning on the surface, revealing my nudity and my ripening manhood.
“Sophie…” I whispered her name and I knew my eyes were a question. Hers answered them, soft and bright.
She took another step forward, then another, lifting her leg and stepping into the tub with me. Her voice was thick, like honey, like the colour of her hair falling wet over her shoulders. “I like hearing you say my name…”
“Sophie…” I whispered again, feeling myself fall under her spell and leaning in to capture her mouth. She made a soft sound in her throat at the touch. “Don’t… We shouldn’t… Sophie…” I whispered her name as I kissed my way down her throat, pressing myself between her thighs, feeling them open.
“Yes…” she whispered back as she guided me back into the swirling waters with her.
She moaned a sound of affirmation and pulled my hand onto one of her tits, I could feel the whole thing in my hand. Her tit was so firm yet soft and I squeezed it roughly and pinched the nipple, she let out a loud squeal of pleasure. I let go of her breast and slid my hand under her ass cheek, feeling the edge of her labia press against my thickening flesh before sliding my hand around one cheek, playing around to each of her moans, trying to figure out the ideal pattern and pacing for her body.
By this stage she was falling against me, our bodies coming together beneath the surface, her tits completely on display, nipples hard and pressing into my chest. Her spare hand reached up squeezing one of her tits, her hips pulled back and she opened her legs, allowing me between them, her hands moving down my sides, over my hips, pulling me between her legs. It was like coming home, and she welcomed me with open arms. I rubbed my face against the slickness of her breasts, and I found her pink-tipped nipples, fully erect, in spite of the warmth of the water.
“Oh Jeff,” she moaned as I sucked one of them into my mouth. Her half-closed eyes watched my tongue trace a path around and around her areola, and she jumped and gasped whenever I flicked her nipple. Her breasts were incredibly full and lush and I used my hands to press them together, getting her nipples as close together as I could and licking back and forth between them.
Her hips bucked in response, her head going back and lolling on the edge of the tub as I worshipped her breasts. She was a goddess of flesh, and some part of me had always knelt at this altar, even in the time we had been apart. My memories of her were nothing compared to the reality—wet, slick, luscious, moaning and arching against me, begging me for more. My whole body responded to her—not just my penis, which was beginning to ache—as if it had come alive at her touch.
She had promised me that we weren’t going to have sex and I wasn’t sure I believed her. In that moment I didn’t think I wanted to believe her but, of all the Robinson women, I trusted her the most. I hooked my fingers in the strings of her thong, tugging them down the generous curve of her hips. She helped me, stepping out of them, so we were both naked in the tub together. The feel of her body against mine was like slick velvet and my mouth sought hers as we slid together, limbs entwined, trying to get as close as we possibly could.
She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together. Her thighs gripped my hips, strong and tight, pulling my sex into hers, the heat of us together almost too much for me to bear. Panting, I broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. They were filled with lust, as deep and blue as the water we swam in, and I thought for a minute I was going to drown in them. There was no question what we wanted, what we were doing, and the excitement of the moment made my whole body hum with anticipation.
“I want you.” Her words were soft but clear, her thighs tightening their grip. “I want you so much, Jeff… I haven’t thought about anything else since I first saw you in the office. The way your secretary looked at you… I was jealous.”
“I know,” I breathed, leaning in to kiss her again, tasting her sweetness.
Whatever darkness had been between us was gone, melted in the heat of our kiss. My body still felt so hard next to hers. She felt like heaven; I could get lost in the plump softness of her flesh and I tried, kissing her hard, pressing her to the far wall of the tub, rocking us in the heat of the swirling water. Her hands moved over my body, just accentuating our differences as I did that first time we slept together. My chest was broader now, my body filling out in manhood. I was no longer a boy but I still felt out of her league. My nipples were hard, pink, and pointed, and I moaned when she traced a finger across them before pulling us together, rubbing our nipples together as we kissed.
“Oh, Sophie, don’t—” I stopped myself and felt her smile before she captured my mouth again, this time slipping a hand down between my thighs, cupping my balls.
“Oh sweetheart,” she whispered, her finger probing between the hairless flesh of my scrotum. “You shaved…”
I smiled, searching between her thighs and finding her just as smooth, her lips fatter, fuller, filling my hand as I cupped her flesh. “Mmm, so did you.”
She gasped when I slid a finger inside of her and moaned when I put in another, twisting them in her flesh. “Oh fuck, Jeff…”
“Stand up,” I said, watching as the water slid off her body in sheets as she stood above me, her belly soft and pale, her breasts heavy, her nipples hard. Water dripped between her thighs, down her legs, and I imagined it was her juices and longed to taste her. I knelt up in the tub, my hands kneading the curve of her hips, moving around to the swell of her ass.
Her clit liked to hide in the pink folds of her flesh, and I had to search it out with my tongue, making her squirm and moan. Her lips were swollen, completely smooth, and I kissed her pussy like a little mouth, sucking at her clit as if it were a tongue, flicking it, probing it. Her hands were in my hair at first, fisted in the wet length of it, pulling me to her, guiding me, but when she realised I wasn’t going to stop, that my tongue was going to keep licking her, searching for her pleasure, she reached up to cup her own breasts, twisting and tugging at her nipples.
“Oh please,” she whispered, her thighs trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “you know… this… doesn’t really count… as sex?”
“I know. You’re going to keep your promise?” I murmured, sliding my fingers deeper inside of her, making her arch with pleasure.
“Yes, yes!” she panted, pushing her hips forward, wanting more. “Harder, oh, please, please!”
“Turn around,” I said, using my hands to shift her, bend her over the edge of the tub. I spread her legs wider, looking at the smooth, swollen slit between them, the slightly creamy sign of her juices showing at the opening of her pussy. I put my fingers there, feeling her arch and press back onto them, sliding down past my knuckles, deep onto my hand as far as she could go.
“Ohhh yes,” she moaned, fucking back on my hand. “Like that… finger me, Jeff, yesss.”
Still kneeling in the tub, I slid my tongue between her lips, slowly parting them, and then flattened it, using the tip to ease back and forth at the top of her crease while my fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
“You know… this… isn’t sex… either?” she begged, her muscles tightening, releasing, squeezing my fingers. I slid another finger into her, feeling her shudder as she fucked back on me even harder, her breasts swaying beneath her, using her hands against the wall for more leverage. “Ohhhh Jeff, keep going, harder, harder!”
I shoved my hand deeper, my tongue lapping between her legs, swallowing the wet sweetness of her pussy. She was making thick, guttural sounds with every thrust. I ran my other hand over the curve of her pale, bucking ass, feeling the muscles there quivering with her effort. My cock throbbed in response and I ached to touch it, but I slid my finger down the crack of her ass instead, finding the tight, puckered hole there.
“Ohhhhhh fuck!” she whispered when I probed her there, making encouraging noises in my throat as I licked her, three of my fingers plunged deep into her pussy. Her asshole tightened around my finger, but her skin was wet and there wasn’t enough resistance to keep me out. I slid my finger in, all the way to the first knuckle, feeling her whole body beginning to quake.
“Oh baby, baby, baby!” She moaned, moving her ass in circles now, rotating my fingers in her pussy, the one in her ass, and using my tongue against her clit to take herself there. “Yeah, that’s it, Jeff, get me off! Ohhhhh shit!”
Sophie exploded. Her body was shaking like every other female member of her family, her pussy spasming and squirting in my face. I swallowed as much of her as I could, her pussy gripping my hand, her asshole a tight ring around my finger. I kept my tongue rolled over her clit, like a cup to catch her juices as she came, her hips bucking back, fucking me, her muscles squeezing every last bit of her cum from her body.
She moaned softly and sank to her knees, panting, when I withdrew my fingers. I smiled, sliding up behind her, putting my arms around her waist and resting my cheek against the damp honey of her hair. My nipples were hard against her back, my cock throbbing, oozing precum beneath the waves, but I didn’t care. I could have stopped right then and been satisfied, feeling her melt in my arms as she turned over, pulling me close to her.
“You always make me cum so quickly,” she murmured, brushing her hair out of my face and pulling my head to her breasts. She reached for the drain with her toes and pulled it, allowing the water to start to go down. I wasn’t done with my bath, but I didn’t say anything as we waited for the water to drain, the warmth giving way to chill everywhere my body wasn’t touching hers.
When the water was just a few inches deep, she began to kiss me down onto my back in the big tub, her body soft between my thighs, her belly pressed against mine, our nipples touching as we kissed. Her tongue made hot trails over my neck and chest. I gasped when she found my nipple, sucking and licking first one and then the other.
“We’re not going to break your promise to your wife, Jeff. So… why don’t you touch yourself,” she whispered as she settled herself between my thighs. “It doesn’t count if you’re pleasuring yourself does it? And I don’t want you going back to the office fully loaded with your secretary in heat? Jessica wouldn’t want that either. Let me watch you…”
I was actually shocked but now instead of fear adrenalin passing though me I was getting excited. I was in all terms an exhibitionist at that moment and that really seemed to turn me on so I shifted a little, opening my legs to give her a better view of my cock and shaved balls. I continued ever so slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft and with my left hand slowly did little circles on my heavy balls. Sophie just stood there with her eyes literally bugging out of her head as she watched me masturbate. I noticed she had both hands over her vulva, delicately touching herself and I wanted to cum right there and then. I watched her intently as I continued long and slow strokes. The head of my cock felt big and hard; it was like it wasn’t mine. As my right hand stroked my left hand continued to do small circles on my balls as I kept watching Sophie, with both her hands moving faster and faster.
I had no control over myself now. It was like I was out of my body. I could hear myself moaning loudly and the feelings were just so incredible. I was so close to cumming and tried to hold out a bit longer but that’s when Sophie stopped me, reaching out and stilling my hand. Hold it still. She wrapped her fist around mine, still grasping my erection as it throbbed its need to deliver my seed. She made me wait, letting the feeling pass. Sophie then released me and both our hands fell away. She ran her hands up my thighs as she licked her lips and gazed at my hard cock. Looking into my eyes she grasped my cock shaft and reverently trailed her fingers along my hard length as she said, “Felatio doesn’t count as sex either, does it?”
I shook my head and Sophie moaned her approval as she wrapped her lips around my cock head to suck and lick my sensitive head. She lowered her whole mouth down into me, her tongue flat and sweeping over my balls, making soft, hungry noises in her throat as she worked her way up my flesh. I moaned out loud when she found my glans, moving her tongue back and forth now, sucking my dick through her lips.
“We–we can’t!” I cried, my hand fisted into her hair. “Oh fuck! Please Sophie…”
My intention was to prise her away but my hand just held her there, my body stiffened, my nipples hard from the chill, but I didn’t feel cold at all. In fact I felt flushed with heat, as if there were a furnace inside of me, something ignited deep in my belly. I looked down at her kneeling between my legs, her ass up in the air, her heavy breasts swaying as she fastened her mouth to my cock and sucked. I thought I’d never seen anything so beautiful in my life, and I wanted her—I wanted more of her, all of her. She continued to grasp my shaft with one hand as she massaged my balls with her other. Her eyes were closed as I moaned in pleasure. I felt my hard cock jump at the incredible sensations she was giving me and she opened her eyes and smiled as she slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. My mother-in-law stroked my cock several more times before smirking up at me and saying, “Actually… Wasn’t your promise to her to not cum inside either Rachel, Molly or me?”
I nodded. That was what I agreed with my wife before agreeing to Jessica’s demands for a baby and a home to raise a family in. I couldn’t have another baby with another woman who wasn’t my wife. Sophie’s blue eyes sparkled then she proceeded to suck my cock harder and with more skill and enthusiasm than any of her daughters. I groaned loudly and felt like she was trying to suck my skull out through my engorged penis Without any discomfort, my wife’s Mom pressed her face forward until her lips were planted firmly against my groin with my hard cock was buried deep in her throat. She began swallowing around my cock, sending chills up my spine. I knew I wouldn’t last long and I could tell that my mother-in-law knew it too.
“Come here,” she urged, holding her hands out for me, eager. She understood, easing her way up and then around, the tub more than big enough to accommodate us as she spread her legs over my head. I could smell her and the taste of her cum lingered still at the back of my throat as she pulled my legs back and buried her face between them again.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out long against the sweet, aching feel of her mouth, but I tried, concentrating on her pussy, spreading it wide with my fingers and teasing her clit with my tongue. Her clit was engorged, perhaps the only thing on her body more endowed than any of her daughters, but it liked to hide, especially right after she’d cum, or when she was very, very excited. I had to wrap my arms around her full hips and pull them into me, my mouth covering her pussy, my tongue probing deep between the soft, pink folds of her flesh. Her clit was throbbing, a little bud of flesh hidden in the wetness, but I found it and I stayed fastened there, determined. I knew I’d found the spot when she began to rock her hips, moaning around my cock, her tongue losing its rhythm around my manhood, giving me a little reprieve. I was dangling on the edge, so close to cumming I felt as if I might burst, but I wanted her, too. I wanted to feel her cum in my mouth, I wanted the sweet flood of her juices all over my face.
“Nnnn! Nnnn! Nnnn!” It was all she could say with her face buried between my legs, her tongue taking my cock past the edge now, the first quivering thrust driving my hips up against her mouth. I was close to cumming, so close I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my whole body bucking with sensation, like a hot, wet bubble bursting in my belly and flooding down between my thighs. To my surprise, she didn’t stop sucking, she kept going, and she was even more into it now than before. She was using her hand to stroke my cock and her mouth was sucking the head of my cock, the feelings I was getting were unbelievable, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The warmth of her mouth against the skin of my cock was titillating.
And then it happened, I could feel my orgasm begin to race through my body. I could literally feel my cum moving up through my deepest parts and begin to spew from the head of my cock deep into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth over my cock as I came was incredible, I felt such a deep intimacy in that moment, she was accepting me, all of me, it was truly euphoric. Wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through my body, my cock twitched and pumped all the cum I could muster into her mouth. I could feel her taking small swallows as each wave of semen released from my body. She was moaning and had closed her eyes, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back and tried to focus on the feelings of the moment. I’ve never felt closer to absolute heaven than in that moment.
“Ohhhhh Sophie!” I moaned, lost in the feeling, forgetting all about her sweet, throbbing pussy, but she reminded me, using her own fingers to spread herself wide, making that same, “Nnn! Nnn! Nnn!” I fastened my mouth to her clit with a groan, licking her fast, the same lightning rhythm again and again, until she lost it, too, her mouth coming off of me as she whispered my name, followed by, “Come on, come on, come on,” and then she was there, her whole body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She thrashed and twisted on top of me as she came, rubbing her cheeks and face over my still-throbbing cock, making me gasp.
As my orgasm subsided, she had swallowed every drop of cum. But she didn’t stop, she never broke contact with my twitching penis after I came, at least not until she was done with me. She kept sucking and gently using her tongue to rub the underside of the head of my cock. This kept sending little orgasmic aftershocks through my body. My cock stiffened with each intense movement of her tongue. Suddenly I felt my legs turn to jello, I was breathing heavier than I realised and felt like I was absolutely spent. Finally, she was still, panting on top of me, her heavy breasts pressed into my belly, her cheek resting against my thigh.
“I missed you,” I heard her whisper and I felt tears stinging my eyes.
I nodded, although I knew she couldn’t see me. “I missed you, too.” I felt it, in every part of me, how true it was.
She kissed me softly when she sat up, and then led me to the shower stall in the corner. We spent a slow, luxurious fifteen minutes soaping each other up and rinsing each other off.
She got out first, saying, “Room service will be here shortly. We’re having lasagna.”
“Sounds heavenly!” I called through the steam, watching as she wrapped herself in a towel and went out of the bathroom.
I dried myself off, and put on one of the complimentary robes to hide my nudity. I didn’t feel guilty, not like I used to. There was no wave of crushing remorse. Sophie had… from a certain point of view… helped me keep my promise to Jessica. She was also right, the manner of my ejaculation meant I wouldn’t even respond to any of Abigail’s flirtatious advances if I returned to the office. I had spent my load, reduced my need. Once again, Sophie had saved me. Then a new emotion struck home and embedded itself within me; regret. Why had I left my wife after only one month if I loved her so much? Why was I so disappointed with Rachel for swapping places with her when I loved her too, maybe even just as much? Why had it become such a deal breaker for them to conspire against me? They had broken their promise because they wanted good things… for each other. Why wasn’t that what I wanted?
I returned to the exquisite living space feeling disappointed with myself for letting them down… for not meeting their expectations. Their little lies had broken me and I couldn’t find a way to recover from that devastating blow. The food hadn’t arrived but Sophie had topped up our glasses of wine. She was still wrapped in just a towel and in many ways she reminded me of Jessica. She was the spitting image of Ellen, but the way her face held the same expressions, the way they all smiled and the way their eyes sparkled, the way they moved with so much grace; it was impossible not to see the similarities. I stared at Sophie… but in my mind’s eye, I saw Jessica staring back at me. I loved my wife… and a single tear meandered down my cheek.
“Are you okay?” Sophie asked, as I sat down beside her. She went to pass me the wine but changed her mind, placing it on the little table in front of us. Asking again if I was okay, being nice to me had been the last straw, and I was unable to hold back any more. I began to sob.
“What have I done, Sophie?” I asked. She gave a little grim smile of understanding and put her arm around me and pulled me to her. She held me tightly, initially my body was tense and unresponsive, but then with a louder sob I melted into her motherly arms and rested my head on her shoulder. My face was warm and moist from the tears I was shedding. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I love you, Sophie… but Jessica…. She’s my life. Why do I always make things so complicated?” And then she added after a pause. “I never thought that this was how my marriage was going to be… back at the beginning, alone with you, bathed in your love and needing to be cleansed of my guilt…”
And then I lost control completely, the tension of the last few hours, days even burst out of me. I began to cry even more loudly than before. I became nervous that someone would hear and would come to investigate, so I tried to quieten myself. Sophie, being as reassuring as possible, gently manoeuvred me, so she could lay down beside me on the sofa. As we went down, she momentarily gasped and seemed to go to stay something, but then thought better of it. I lay my head on her stomach, my tears now wetting her towel.
“Hold me,” she said and once again I wrapped her tightly in my arms. I loved the way she did that, she had a way of holding me that made her feel so good. Perhaps it was the way she held me just that little bit more tightly than anyone else ever had. It made me feel so warm, so small, so insignificant and amazingly despite the perils of the situation, so safe. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax and felt some of the tension escape from my body. I relaxed my hold a little and cautiously I ran a finger down her spine, tracing down her bare back from her neck where the towel wrapped around her. My cheeks flushed as I felt her own fingers begin to move, as she traced the wet path my tears had taken across my face. I wanted to experience every intimate detail of her, I wanted to take in her scent, mixed with the perfume she loves, kiss the curve of her neck, and feel her satin soft blonde dark hair against my lips. I looked up at her as she ran her fingers across my cheek. My sobbing stopped and my breathing was returning to normal. She was slowly caressing me, comforting me, gently learning the contours of my face with her fingertips; they felt soft as she ran them across my lips. I shuffled up beside her, moving our heads together and gently kissed her lips. She hummed slightly, just like when you have a hot cup of coffee which you have needed and looked forward to all day… the need in her lips drawing me closer in, wanting to taste her, to feel her teeth grating against my tongue as I explored her mouth.
“Thank you,” I murmured.
“I told you a long time ago that I was going to be here for you, in any way that you need me. I’m indebted to you, Jeff. My entire family is. I will do all it takes to keep you with us. I’ll do anything,” she sounded almost desperate, and I believed her.
Encouraged, my hand made the return trip up her back, slightly faster, a little more confidently. She smiled, and my face took on that serious look again. She nervously reached up and hesitantly kissed me again. There was a pause which seemed to last forever and then I responded, kissing her back enthusiastically. All the time my fingers continued to caress her back. Suddenly I broke away again.
“What are we doing?” I asked. She shrugged.
“Making each other feel good,” she replied carefully. “But I guess we could just talk instead.” For a moment there was a pause and then we both laughed at the lameness of her comment. The tension temporarily removed from the room. There was now silence. For a moment Sophie just lay beside me on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling. I asked if she wanted her wine. When she declined, I raised her body up, half-turned my back to her and rested on one arm. I reached out and grabbed one of the glasses of wine with the other. She slowly ran her hand up my body and once more I reacted; becoming tense and rigid.
“I thought we were just going to–” I said and then I gasped. My sentence was cut off by the fact Sophie had kissed my neck and was now alternately stroking it with the back of her hand and then nuzzling it.
“Careful I’ll spill my wine,” I said, a little breathlessly. She asked me to put it back on the table, I hesitated, but then complied. I turned to speak to her. My aim was to protest but her mouth met mine and we kissed long and passionately, before I gently turned my back the way I had been.
She took my hand and placed it on her leg and once again she kissed me on my neck, sucking it, creating a bruise, marking me as hers. Her hand then reached up and loosened the cord holding my robe closed. My arm moved to stop her, it was a pretty unconvincing effort and when she intercepted it and placed it back on her leg, I did not protest or resist further. Sophie continued kissing my neck and I pushed my head back towards her, making the contact between our bodies firmer. I gasped from the pleasure she was bestowing upon me, but also because I knew I was giving up and surrendering to my desires. The fact was I never wanted to resist, not really, and the truth of that thought would always haunt me.
Slowly I untied the knot holding her towel in place, my mouth wandered across the top of her now bare shoulder and as my head reached the edge Sophie turned and kissed me on my cheek. Slowly my head turned to hers and we kissed mouth to mouth. For the first time Sophie opened her mouth wide to make this kiss the most sensuous we had enjoyed so far. As our mouths worked together in perfect harmony I cupped her breast with my hand. For a while we just kissed, occasionally my hands held her face and at other times we wandered at will over her body. Little by little she had turned around, so she was on her back now and when our heads came apart Sophie was lying beneath me. Her wide eyes stared up at me, a slightly surprised look on her face.
“Thank you for trusting me,” she said quietly, “I won’t ever betray you for putting your trust in me. I know how much it means. I know I would lose you forever if I did.”
“Can we… just kiss?”
Sophie propped herself up, raising her head. Reaching up, she brushed my hair back away from my face before putting her hand behind my head. “Oh, Jeff… of course you can kiss me. You’re beautiful.” And then Sophie slowly, gently, brought her lips to mine.
This time as we kissed, I melted into her, finding her lips soft and smooth. The first kisses were tentative, our lips just barely brushing against each other, until Sophie pulled me in tighter. Then Sophie’s tongue darted out to lick my upper lip, then her lower, and I opened my mouth in response. Her tongue came out, and our tongues touched lightly, just the tips, tentatively. As we continued to kiss, our tongues became just part of it, sometimes with a tongue running softly along the line of a lip, sometimes diving into a mouth in pursuit of its counterpart. Sophie sucked my tongue into her mouth, almost stroking it with her own tongue until releasing it.
I shivered as she broke their kiss, panting, moving her mouth to kiss Sophie’s cheek, then to her ear. “Sophie, I guess… I needed that. You’re right, Richard was right, even Abigail was right… I felt like I was unraveling,” I whispered. I kissed Sophie’s cheek again before returning my mouth to Sophie’s, but kissing her harder this time. I reached behind my mother-in-law’s head and pulled her tighter, my tongue invading Sophie’s mouth, and welcoming Sophie’s response.
I felt Sophie’s hand slide down from my shoulder to my side. Slowly, slowly, Sophie’s hand began to make its way around to my front, sliding upward under my robe towards my erection. Slowly and methodically we continued, our hearts beating fast and our minds whirling with excitement and fear at what we were doing. Her hands now caressed the top of pubic bush, I pressed our bodies together to prevent her from exploring any lower as we continued to kiss.
Finally, I lifted my head, “I’m not beautiful… you are,” I told her, then placed my mouth over her left breast and, very carefully and deliberately, I kissed it. Sophie gasped again, closed her eyes and arched her body. Her hand gently rubbed my back as I continued to work on her nipple. I looked up at her and she smiled.
“I can’t resist you,” she said, shrugging slightly. “I just want you to be happy.” And she kissed me with complete abandonment. Her husband, her children, my wife and her sister… everything was for the moment forgotten. I looked down at her other breast and then back up at her, the same mischievous look on her face. “I gave you a love bite, so you’re mine now.”
“Then I probably should return the favour and mark you in some way…”
Sophie could not have argued.
She shifted her body slightly, opened her legs and rested her right one over my thigh. My mouth clamped over her right tit with much more confidence than I had the left one. I massaged the soft malleable flesh between my lips, and then with contrasting tenderness I very gently kissed and licked her nipple, which thanks to my attentions was now standing proudly erect. Sophie lay still and simply watched as I worked on her body, mouth open in a silent expression of pleasure. Then we were kissing again, her hand behind my head making sure I did not escape till she was ready for me to stop. Her other hand over my arm so it stayed holding and gently massaging the breast it was resting on.
Sophie liked that I seemed to want to take the initiative, lavishing attention on her sensitive breasts, watching her wriggle and squirm as I mercilessly teased them, nibbling and sucking enough to leave my own love bites on her beautifully sculptured tits. As she struggled to contain herself, and as though I knew what she was thinking, I slowly ran my hand down her bare stomach. I then slipped it through her red triangle of pubes and down to the bare lips of her vagina.
I slowly began to stroke her pussy, asking her after a few moments if she liked what I was doing. Her answer was more kisses, again her hand made my mouth stay where she wanted it to. Eventually though she had to move her head to the side as she was now breathing fast and she began to pant. I lifted her head slightly and kissed the side of her face, as she continued to moan softly to herself. I could feel her juices between my fingers, as I continued to gently caress her pussy. Suddenly she grabbed my head again and we resumed our passionate kissing, my fingers worked between her legs a little faster in response.
He slipped my hand out and then pushed her left leg out wide, kissing down her body. Sophie rolled defensively to the side, giggling at the same time. More so when I kissed her ass and the inside of her thigh, skilfully manoeuvring myself so I was now between her legs. She kept one of her legs in the air as I continued to kiss it before my hand stroked across the top of her mons. Sophie was resting on her arms now looking expectantly at me.
“This isn’t sex, is it?” I asked. Sophie bit her lip seductively and then shook her head. So, I lowered my head and licked her. Sophie gasped and smiled. As my tongue explored her slit, she closed her eyes and gradually her head went backwards. Her leg slowly lifted and rested on my back. I paused briefly, pulled my cock from its uncomfortable position trapped between us and then I resumed licking her pussy again. As my mouth worked Sophie began to moan a little louder, my finger caressed the entrance to her hole. She gasped and then panted for a while, then gasped again. All the time her face showed signs of surprise. It felt so right, so liberating, and it was as if an oppressive presence was being exorcised from my tormented soul. My warm, moist tongue continued to explore her pussy, which was already so wet from the nipple play, now my oral skills were taking her to the edge, arousing her beyond her capability to control her body.
My finger probed her now, moving in and out, at a slow consistent pace as my lips sucked on her elongated, sensitive nipple and my fingertips played with her clit. She let out a long “oooohhhh” sound, her voice quavering from the pleasure I was bestowing upon her. My finger began to move faster, her breathing accelerated at the same rate, so the two actions remained perfectly in time. Her body melted into liquid as she felt the softening and opening of the tiny entrance. Her mind made no reflex movement to stop the total surrender. Her moaning turned into a groan as my finger entered the pliable opening and slid past her swollen pussy lips. I felt the sexual cramping of her guts as her body responded to the slight upward movement as I sought out her G-spot. I heard from between her thighs the wet, slurping, sound as I fingered my saviour. I felt her hot breath against my ear while my mouth tugged and suckled on her tit, making her exhale in short, panting gasps. She had no time to enjoy the sensation before another climax, without warning, swept over her. For a split second she tried to stop it but it was unstoppable. Her head supported her body as her back arched like a bow, rising high into the air. Her legs went rigid as they too lifted as far as they could from the sofa. Her whole body was in tension leaving only her head and her ankles in contact with the leather covered seat.
Her orgasm forced her higher and higher into sexual oblivion. She screeched out her lust. A harsh, high-pitched sound. The orgasm didn’t stop but it took her no further until I switched back to her clitoris. Her climax peaked but didn’t stop. My strumming finger worked her little button with ever-increasing speed, as I swapped breasts and began biting on her engorged nipple, sending her delirious with hysterical passion. She didn’t care. She didn’t even know. All she felt was the final flood of her own lust overflowing and spinning out of control as her body met mine with a tidal wave of sexual release.
As her body shook and her legs quivered I pulled away. Her body began to recover only to tense again as a series of minor climaxes gripped it during its descent back down to awareness. I too was slowing. My movements more tender. Her hair was plastered to her scalp and her body was slick with the wetness of the sweat pouring in a continuous stream from her gaping pores. Her breathing was ragged and rasping but soon quietened and became more regular. I gently lowered her back down onto the sofa and Sophie just lay there. She had no feelings. She still drifted in another world. A world of extreme passion. A world where nothing mattered except the release of uncontrollable lust. A few minutes later, when I raised my head from her bosom to kiss her again, she laughed and slid from my grasp. Now completely naked, Sophie stood up, her nude perfection completely on display, and then held out her hand to me.
“That was fucking unbelievable! I’m supposed to be relieving you, not the other way around,” she giggled, “It’s wonderful in here, Jeff, but not very comfortable. Come to bed with me, then I can address the imbalance you’ve created.”
I felt the ground disappear from beneath me, “We–we’re not having sex.”
“I personally guarantee that you won’t break your promise. Let me take you to bed?” She asked, “We will be more comfortable and you haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.”
I elected to take her hand and stood up. As soon as I was upright she dragged me towards the open bedroom door. Pulling me inside I was struck by the lavish interior. It was more like a penthouse suite, with a huge circular bed dominating the centre of the room, rivaling that of the four post bed from the lodge but the balcony view of the entire estate was no match for Molly’s cabins up in the mountains. In the distance, I could see those mountains, and the feeling of regret once again washed over me. I longed to be back there, with Jessica, just after our marriage, when I thought my future was set in stone. In the foreground, between the lure of those gorgeous mountains, stood the city, the sun setting it ablaze, bathing the luxurious suite in its bright light. Sophie lured me towards the bed, away from the exposed window, the king sized bed dressed with red satin sheets, with fresh strawberries and champagne on the ornate dressing table to enjoy.
“Now I want you to fuck me,” she said and without waiting for a response she removed my robe. It fell to the floor, leaving me as naked as she was.
“I–I can’t!” I protested, “That’s not what we agreed! I’m not breaking my promise…” I lamented.
Sophie just grinned and pulled me over to the bedside table. “You won’t break your promise to my daughter, and I won’t break my promise to you,” she said simply, opening the draw and retrieving a box of condoms. “The deal was…” she began, opening the box and pulling out a foil wrapper, “That you would only have safe sex with Rachel, Molly and myself. Your deal was not to cum inside us, not to get one of us pregnant while you were trying for a baby with my youngest daughter… So yes, I want you to fuck me. Because that was the promise you made to each other.” She tore open the packet and held up the latex condom. “You need sex Jeff and if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to fuck you. May I put this on you?” She asked.
I understood. But I wanted to say no. Despite that I nodded my head. She knelt down and pinched the tip of the condom, carefully orienting it so that it would unroll when it was put on. After placing the condom on the head of my erect penis she then unrolled the condom all the way down to its base. My experienced lover then gently grasped my penis and moved her hand slightly up and down to make sure it was tight and remained in place. It was a snug fit and felt strange after going so many years without protection. My cock bounced and throbbed as she stood back with a satisfied smirk on her face to survey her clever handiwork.
“There, all safe and secure. Are you happy with my solution, Jeff?”
“I–I guess so…” I agreed, a little dumbfounded by the revelation. She was right. That was my promise. Jessica broke hers within minutes but here I was, four days later, my marriage in tatters, still keeping my end of the bargain.
At this point, I had no choice, I supposed. I had to man up. Sophie walked past me, then paused, turning to face me, bathed in a shaft of golden afternoon sunlight in front of the picture window, completely naked, aware of my approving gaze wandering over her body. Sophie put a serious look on her face and then she laughed.
“Do you like what you see?” She teased, and I replied.
“Very much,” I agreed.
A wrinkle or two, here and there, just slight ones, but her body was otherwise toned and healthy. And then there was the long slenderness of her. The long neck. Long slim fingers. Smooth freckled shoulders. Unblemished back. A distinctive curve to her buttocks. Not a young girl’s, but a woman’s tail, longish and curving. And the recess between, which alone was bewitching. Things that remained unnoticed by me… until now. This woman, my wife’s mother, who I professed to know so well, had in an instant become a mystery to me. This couldn’t be the same woman who helped me escape Ellen and Jerome, who chauffeured me and her daughter to countless destinations during our courtship. The one whose deep blue eyes had witnessed my descent into almost suicidal depression. That look alone prompted a course correction for me. My grades got better. With Sophie’s love inspiring me, my sex life improved. Rapidly. No, I wasn’t looking at my petite wife or her identical twin, I was looking at a woman. The woman who had saved me. The woman I trusted beyond all others. Someone who was standing exquisitely naked, facing me, devouring my own naked form with her lustful eyes.
She turned and faced me. She was almost as tall as I am. Her narrow face. Narrow nose. Large sapphire blue, wide-set eyes, virginally white skin with a scattering of freckles. Her fingers splayed gently across and around her breasts, slowly brushing away a strand of long blonde hair. My bite mark on her left tit was now clearly visible. Her breasts were large, still heavy with milk, sagging a little from their weight. For an instant, I watched her massage each large pink nipple with her thumbs. A shadow is at the base of her abdomen. Ginger but almost blonde coloured pubic hair, vaguely visible against her flesh. She was watching me watch her, so I couldn’t stare down at it.
Whether it was the single thought of being naked with my mother-in-law, or just being naked with another person other than my wife, I didn’t know but nonetheless, my penis started enlarging, stretching the latex wrapped around it. Readying itself for sex. I felt the blood rushing in as never before. Unwanted but uncontrollable. Engorging. Getting harder. Harder by the second. Her eyes lowered, fastening on it… My hard penis. She made no pretense. She was watching it, her eyes moving slowly on it, studying its length, its girth, skin texture. Watching it bob up and down with my heartbeat. She said nothing. Yet I knew she was measuring me with her eyes. An uneasy silence settled in as she took a few steps backwards towards the bedroom door, and closed it, her eyes never leaving my straining penis.
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell,” she said as she locked the door. She moved around to the other side of the bed, and with a crooked finger she beckoned me to follow her. “You don’t have to do this…” she reassured me as I reached her, “But I’d like you to nail me in the centre of this beautiful bed.”
I nodded and with a firm shove Sophie pushed me onto the mattress. Immediately the buxom blonde was on top of me, her legs either side of my hips, my protected cock lightly touching her stomach making her shiver in anticipation. We then kissed long and hard. After a while Sophie shuffled to her side, my hands tried to hold her where she was, but I then realised this was because she had reached down between our entwined legs. I gasped. She had taken a hold of my dick in her hand and as she held it, she slowly moved her body back down and slipped it inside her. I sighed as I smoothly penetrated my beautiful, blonde, mother-in-law. She heard me and looked delighted. Her eyes were closed, but still she smiled at the sound I had made. She rested her head beside my and with her hand on my stomach she began to move back and forth. After a few strokes I lifted my hips and began to push myself into her. Sophie began to softly moan again.
“Fuck,” she whispered, as she found my motion very arousing, my thrusts were now making a slapping sound as our bodies came together. When I finally took a rest for a moment she lifted her head and rested her hands on either side of my head. We smiled at each other. “This is the therapy you need,” she said, and we enjoyed a long leisurely kiss as Sophie began to rock her hips. Her gasps now very quiet, the sound being deadened by the fact our mouths were still locked together. My hands cupped both her breasts squeezing and massaging them as our bodies moved. Her strokes up and down were a little longer now and so that allowed me to kiss her tits as her body was now coming up higher. My hand gripped her breasts and then I moved my arms, placing them on the top of her ass. I resumed fucking her, lifting my hips up hard and fast, driving my pole into her as firmly as I could, before I took another pause.
This time my hands took a long slow caress up her back, Sophie already kissing me before we reached her head. Our mouths stayed locked together, as she slowly screwed me. Her hips oscillated, so she moved up and down focussing on travelling the whole length of my shaft. Finally, she sat back and began to vigorously bounce up and down, now I was moaning too. I lay still for a while and just watched her screwing me, her face a picture of concentration and her breasts bouncing wonderfully in front of my eyes.
Suddenly, I lifted myself up and at the same time I rolled Sophie over onto her back. As her head fell backwards onto the mattress I supported it with my hands, but she had squealed anyway at my surprise move. The top of my legs pushed her own backwards and upwards. Her calves were now horizontal, and her feet were in the air either side of my ass. I told her to keep her legs right there, my hand slowly and leisurely stroked her right thigh and then I began to thrust into her hard and deep. In response her nails dug hard into my sides. I moved up a little, placed my hands onto her shoulders, making love to her now with longer, faster strokes. My eyes were closed, my mind totally focussed on the moment, the need to cum growing rapidly. It felt so good.
Now we were both panting, as my even stronger thrusts lifted both our bodies in unison. I slowed down a little, but still it was incredible. The fact that we shouldn’t have found ourselves alone and naked in a hotel bed made our taboo union feel sordid… but the fact that we were related made it even more so. Sophie tried to lift her head, but I pushed down on it with my own. I kissed her neck as she turned slightly to one side, my hot breath on her throat as I still continued to fuck her as hard as I could. Then I stopped, lifted my head and our eyes met. Her hand gently touched the side of my body and then we kissed. Yet another long, slow kiss as I rested inside her for a few seconds and as our mouths continued to be locked together I then began to twist my hips. I could feel her hardened nipples touching my stomach as I moved. I rocked slowly now, moving gently inside her and my mouth on her neck again. Then to her surprise I withdrew gently from her. Sophie looked confused but I immediately explained.
“I’m going to make you cum first,” I told her.
“Oh Jeff, you always make me cum first,” Sophie whispered, and her hands briefly grabbed mine. She frowned slightly but then smiled, her hand reached out and stroked my hair. Then my head moved down her body, kissing between her breasts and then down her stomach. Sophie bent her legs, so her knee was in the air, and her foot flat on the ground. Both of her hands above her head and her eyes closed. I began to eat her out again. My tongue alternately probed her hole, and then I slowly licked the length of her slit. Sophie’s hand gripped my head and her body tensed as my mouth speedily aroused her. Finally her body arched.
“Oh, shit, Jeff,” she said, I was finger fucking her so hard now she could no longer concentrate enough to speak. My finger made a sloshing sound as it moved in and out of her as rapidly as I could make it. Sophie’s breath began to race, and she began to pant.
“Oh shit,” she moaned again. Sophie lifted herself up, lost the strength to hold herself in that position and then flopped back down again. “I’m going to cum,” she wailed. Her hands reached out and gripped my arms and then with a long slow moan she did exactly that. As the orgasm hit her she told me repeatedly that she was cumming in a pleading, begging tone that I loved. I smiled and watched her whole-body twitch from the pleasure of it. I continued to kiss her hot flesh, enjoying her breasts as she lay helplessly panting on the bed. Then she lifted herself up and kissed me on the lips as she climbed to her knees beside me on the luxurious bed. “I want to be on top of this,” she whispered, and she quickly straddled me and maneuvered herself over my cock. She took my pre-lubricated condom clad erection, and guided it to her waiting pussy. I rubbed the tip against her clit and then found her wet slit. The tip of my cock spread her labia open, and even through the rubber I could feel the thickness of her secretions against the sensitive skin of my glans. I held my cock on the threshold of her opening.
I was about to push my way inside when she rubbed my penis on her clit, and I could see her deep blue eyes close in pleasure. Using her fingers, she plunged them into her wet pussy, took her love-coated digits, and slathered her personal lube over the condom, which, when added to its own lubrication, made it slick and ready. My wife’s mother shuffled forward so my erection slid along the crease of her pussy, then her perineum, until it was poking against her tight anal pucker. Reaching back, she realigned my erection against her vagina and settled against its thick blunt head.
She held herself there, teasing us both, pushing my face into the valley between her breasts as my hands stroked her back. Then slowly, ever so slowly, the mature blonde mother of four lowered herself down. I could feel a tightness against my glans as my cock penetrated her vagina and began to spread her labia wide. As the latex covered head popped inside her, Sophie’s breath almost stopped as we both watched in fascination as the plum-sized head of my cock parted her labia and disappeared into her hot pussy. Her tight vagina squeezed around my thick cock and her inner muscles seemed to be trying to pull more of my prick inside.
I pushed up into her nice and slow as she descended, feeding another inch into her pussy every couple of thrusts. I met with some resistance so Sophie rotated her hips and I felt my thick shaft brush rearranged her guts into position and penetrated her fully, her clitoris looked like it was resting on my pubes. She moaned again as she began to slow fuck me, my cock managing to penetrate another quarter of an inch with each thrust. I felt myself thrust up into her bottoming out against the back of her vagina. The forty-three year old rose back up and we found our rhythm instantly. It was like we were two perfect partners made for fucking each other. She bounced up and down on my dick while I thrust up into her. I could see her tits bouncing in front of my face every time we slammed together, her ass jiggling in my hands.
My head was spinning as I repeatedly filled her insides, invading her warm wet folds. I was going so deep, spreading her so wide. Her hands were gripping the hard muscles of my arms as she ground her pussy into me and let out a long anguished moan, sweating and breathing heavily, but looking like she was in heaven. As she rode me, Sophie gave a little yelp as her gentle rocking stimulated both our sexes. Her vagina was exquisitely squeezing my protected member tightly as Sophie’s vaginal walls trembled around my thrusting cock.
“Unggghhhhh.” she gasped as I thrust deep inside her gushing tight little opening. I grunted in satisfaction as I felt her pussy lips grasping and pulling at my plunging cock. I had known this beautiful woman almost all my life and now my thick tool was cleaving her tight hole, as thick inch after thick inch drilled down the length of her spasming tunnel to the end of vagina. As our copulation began to gather pace her juices started to ooze out of her hot hole as she drove my prick into her. Thick syrupy stuff enveloped the condom, coating it and her silky insides as my plunging shaft sunk into her again and again. She pressed her clit upward against my cock as I sawed back and forth into her. She was on fire and groaning loudly as hot sexual energy flowed through her. I watched her bite marked her breasts swelling, her nipples stiffening, spreading warmth in her belly as she responded to this hot, torrid fucking.
Sophie’s boobs were bouncing in perfect rhythm with the rise and fall of her body. They were perfect; Round and full, nipples sticking out just ready to let my face bury itself between them. I reached up with both hands grabbing two handfuls of my mother-in-law’s large supple breasts while she was still sliding her pussy lips up and down my cock. I leaned forward to put her left boob in my mouth. I reached out with my tongue first, contacting her nipple and then put as much of her tit as I could in my mouth. I twirled her nipple around with my tongue, then sucked on it lightly, looking up at her. She was looking down, her forehead was scrunched up and her full lips were making a perfect ‘O’. I rubbed her other nipple with my hand, massaging it up and down.
I reached around her with my other hand grabbing her ass and squeezing. She let out another gasp and grabbed the back of my head with her other hand pressing it into her breast. She kept lowering herself, my dick sliding in easily in and out her well lubricated coated snatch. It was warm and the walls of her pussy gently squeezed my dick as she fucked me in the centre of that perfectly round bed. Eventually I switched mouth and hands so I could suck on her other nipple. She was breathing heavily and I could see the sweat starting to form in between her breasts. I was getting sweaty too. Eventually I released her nipple from my mouth leaning back in the luxurious bed so I could watch her two perfect breasts bouncing up and down in front of me while my dick slid up and down in her. I grabbed Sophie’s ass in both my hands as she jammed my rod up inside her belly, luxuriating in her pussy’s tight squeezing action around my thick shaft, and the tight grip of her labia around the base of my pole. My erect, sheath covered penis bored into her slick vagina and bounced against her cervix and she struggled for breath as I thrust upwards, cramming her full of my veined cock until she felt my big bouncing balls slapping against her ass.
She slowed, rising upwards slowly, enjoying the exquisite friction of my long, fat penis from her hot, silky depths, and then pushed down again. My hands moved to her waist as she gently drove my dick in and out of her tight pussy, giving us both some respite from our impending orgasms. Her eyes never left mine, and then some minutes later, after an unspoken command she started to pick up the pace again, and she whimpered as my throbbing manhood moved back and forth inside her. I could feel Sophie’s body responding to her powerful thrusts. She was a marvelous lover; This older, more experienced, married woman made her pussy sparkle and crackle with sexual tension. None of her daughters made me feel like this! I felt gratitude, love, respect and awe as my protected organ pumped in and out of her astonished cunt. I sensed she was getting close, her breath becoming laboured, her fucking was losing its rhythm, her rising passion making her look dizzy. Her freckled skin seemed to be burning up. She opened her mouth in a soundless cry of desire as her body trembled and danced on the end of my fuck tool. She leaned forwards, tilting her pussy to a different angle so she could take my swollen prick even deeper. With each lunging thrust, my cockhead bounced off her cervix building and building her excitement.
I was hammering my cock up into Sophie’s tight, hot hole as she rode me. Her body shook and thrashed in my grip, her sucking cunt trying to milk the sperm out of my balls. Her vagina shook and spasmed around my rubber clad cock, moving in and out as a blur. She was close to another orgasm as my plunging prick tore into her. She bounced faster and my cock pushed in and out of her now drooling twat, her fizzing syrup covering our crotches and dribbling down onto my balls and thighs.
“I’m going to cum, Jeff! Oh yes! I’m going to cum!” She hissed, jamming her hips down and forward, skewering herself with my cock. Her arms flailed, her back arched and her breasts swelled even more. She was right on the edge of another climax. I could see it rising higher and higher to an impossible level. She looked like someone had taken her mind and flung it about like a doll. Still we slammed against each other with fast, vicious strokes, my cock a trip hammer as it sliced in and out of her. Her tits were blushing, bouncing, her ass was bucking, her eyes wild as she came with a mind shattering climax that ripped up and down her spine.
“Uuunnnngggghhhhhhh!” she screamed at the top of her voice. “AAARRRRGGGGGHHH!! I’M CCCUUUMMMIIINNGGG!” Her body went rigid and her vaginal muscles clamped down hard around my fully impaled penis as she came. Her body convulsed, twitching and trembling as another orgasm ripped through her. Her vagina tightened around my condom, sucking like a voracious vacuum on my desensitised pole as I pumped inside her. I closed my eyes as I tried to fight against the incessant pull of her spasming twat. I gritted my teeth, holding still as I tried to push back my cum. I felt it so close, wanting to rise up and explode. Somehow, I managed to hang on and the urge passed.
I looked up at my saviour. My mother-in-law was slumped on top of me, gurgling exhaustedly. Her eyes were blurry, her body sapped and spent. My fat prick was like an immense log between her legs, splitting her box wide open. Her cum dripped from the union of our mating and ran down the crack of her ass. She was exhausted and drained. She closed her eyes and let the last of her powerful climax wash over her. As we recovered, Sophie’s body was still reacting to my masculinity, she collapsed down on top of me and I felt her breasts crush against my chest, her nipples pressing into mine. My gut was telling me to take advantage of the situation. My hands had become clammy and my cock was still snug inside her quivering box. Butterflies appeared in my tummy; I wanted to kiss her so badly. Show her that my love for her was more than just sex.
“Sophie…” I said, holding her close to me.
“Yes Jeff…”
“I hope you know I love you. And I will always love you. I could be married for a hundred years to your daughter or divorced tomorrow and I will still love you.” I leaned up and kissed her, my soft lips engulfing hers in a wet embrace as the heat of her body passed into mine.
I kissed her again; deep and passionately, playing with her tongue and probing her mouth. Our kiss soon became heated. Her smooth face was rubbing against stubbled jaw. I could hear her breathing intensify. My body began tingling. I could feel her pussy responding, rippling around my engorged member. Her kisses became fevered and frantic, showering me with her love and devotion, letting me know that we were indeed more than just lovers; we were family.
Sophie’s hands began to explore and her touch sent electricity through my veins and I jumped a little. My partner in crime was undeterred and moved her hands around my back and sides, hitting all my sensitive spots as our tongues played with each other. She arched her body, lifting her boobs from where they had been crushed between us and her nipples stood to attention as they felt the cool air.
“You’re perfect,” I vowed, cupping her breasts. I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth, sucking on it. The other nipple then got a similar treatment until she lifted herself from my lap. My wet, slick condom covered cock slipped from her pulsing pussy and Sophie moaned at the loss. I gently pulled her to a standing position and had her turn and lean against the stacked pillows piled high at the head of the bed. I nudged her legs apart and knelt in behind her.
“How is it you haven’t cum yet?” She asked in an astonished voice. She half-turned to see me staring at her ass, ogling her cheeks reverently. My hand slid over her buttocks, rubbing softly, relishing the smooth skin. “Doggy style? This is my favourite position… with you. You make me feel so submissive.”
“The condom is making me last longer,” I chuckled, “an unexpected benefit I forgot… It’s been so long. I remember how much you love being taken this way. This was how we made Jacob.” I whispered to her.
“I remember,” Sophie muttered, as she lay against the high pillows and pushed her ass into the air, “One of us will give you another baby, Jeff. Of this I’m sure. Give Jessica another chance.”
I sighed and gave a single nod as I took my slippery, condom wrapped penis into my hand and positioned it at her tight opening, then gently rubbed it up and down her dripping slit. She groaned slightly at the feeling of her hot pink folds against the head of my sensitive cock. My cock easily slipped inside and I sighed as I felt her hot, tight opening squeezing down on it. I pushed my hips forward and felt several inches of my cock slide into Sophie’s box. She groaned and arched her back, twisting her ass from side to side as I fed inch after inch of my cock meat into her tight, squeezing pussy. Again her talented vagina seemed to be sucking me deeper and deeper, pulling my cock into her insatiable hole. I was in her deep, my belly tight against her buttocks. I ground myself against her womanhood, mashing her tender flesh as I tried to slide more penis into her fiery pink vagina.
I pulled back, and again slid my hard cock deep into her sodden depths once more, my fingers holding her hips as he began to fuck my wife’s mother with long strokes that took me all the way into her searing tunnel. I then pulled out until only my swollen cockhead was left inside the slick lips of her pussy, then he pushed back in again. She gasped from the pressure as my cock filled her slot. Her pussy was a swamp of heat, squishy flesh, and her cum. I could feel my cock throb and pulse as it slid into her lower belly. As my cockhead pressed into the deepest part of her womb, it forced her juices out through the tight seal of her labia around the base of the condom. Small rivulets of pussy juice dribbled out of her and down her legs as I worked my cock in and out of her with ever increasing speed. Sophie moaned and gritted her teeth against the slow waves of erotic sensations rolling through her body.
“Oh Jeff,” she cried as my powerful hands moved to her bouncing breasts and cupped them. I twisted her taut, stiffened nipples between my fingers and twisted them slowly. I felt her flesh burn with lust and she almost cried as she felt a bolt of fiery sexual excitement shoot into her belly from nipples to her clitoris, while I speared my full length into her gushing fuck hole. My cock caressed her wet, silky insides as it relentlessly plowed into her slit. The condom, now stretched and tested to its limits, was wet with Sophie’s pussy juices, and the union of her vagina and my penis made obscene, wet noises as I slammed balls-deep into her again and again. Her body shuddered and she arched her back, taking my cock deep into her.
By now the married mother’s pussy was a steaming volcanic black hole that sought to pull me out of this world and into the next. I would have gladly succumbed. Sophie was building toward another huge climax. Her shaking, quivering vagina was pulling and gripping at my ramming prick as I slid furiously back and forth in her dripping snatch. The sound of our fucking was audible and echoed around the large suite and I wondered if this is what she did with Joseph. In their frequent weekends away with my parents.
“Oh, Jeff. Oh, Jeff, yes! I’m yours. I will always be yours. I will always be here for you… when you need me… oh, oh, oh, ahhhh!” she cried as my cock ripped in and out of her, her tits wildly bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Fuck, nuh, uh, uh, nggh!” Her head lolled in circles and her moans came from deep in her chest. I pounded away furiously, driving her to another shattering orgasm, my hips slapping against her butt, my cock moving up and down her molten channel, and my balls slapping into her rigid clit and soaked pussy lips.
I felt immense, enormous, as I drilled into her, her pussy gripping me tightly. I was relentless, my cock working back and forth, and I felt her body responding, hitting her in places that no one but me could touch. I was dizzy with lust. I no longer understood what was going on. My mind was overwhelmed with endorphins. Fuck juice flooded from her tunnel. Her pheromones drove me on with one purpose and her entire body quivered and shook as my pummeling cock punched deep into her belly.
“Oh Yes! OH SHIT!” A hot glow spread upwards through her body. It felt like I was buried inside an oven. She pushed herself back against my assault, her hands clawed at the stack of pillows, her fiery cunt sliding up and down the length of my prick. Suddenly she stiffened.
“Niiiiiaaaaaagghhhhh…” A bomb exploded in her belly. She came, an intense wave of sensual ecstasy flooding her body. She arched her back, her body bucking and jerking, her head lashing from side to side, her fine blonde hair cascading about her shoulders. I jammed my tool into her, embedded it in her satiny hot depths as her cunt shook and spasmed around it.
“UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH!”
Sophie was cumming continuously now. Tears of joy were running down her flushed cheeks, and still I pounded away at her overwhelmed sex, the condom desensitising my experience, enabling me to last even longer, taking her to heights that she never knew existed before. She dropped her head onto her crossed arms on top of the plump pillows, causing her shapely ass to lift further into the air. She could feel my cock fuck into her and my big swinging balls bang against her stimulated clit.
Sophie tried to shove her hips backwards to capture more of my thick organ and I grabbed her tightly by the hips and shoved forward, burying my cock to the hilt in her steamy snatch. My mother-in-law felt the breath explode from her lungs as my insistent tool spread the walls of her spasming vagina. I could feel the muscles of her pussy clamping down as my cock slammed back and forth inside of her, driving into her like a jack-hammer. It seemed to hit new places inside each time I shoved it into her, filling her up, and I lost count of the number of climaxes she was having, because they were coming so fast. I felt her push back against me as my hands came around to grab her tits again, squeezing them between my strong fingers, sending electricity shooting through her.
Underneath all the quick pounding of my thick cock, and the dripping juices of Sophie’s climaxing sex, I felt the onset of her biggest orgasm yet. I felt her stomach muscles winding tighter and tighter as my unceasing thrusting drove her to new levels of lust and pleasure. The air around us smelled of sex and creaming pussy, and a loud wet sucking sound as I fucked the living daylights out of her. Sophie was crazed with adulterous lust as she shoved her hips back at me, rotating it in circles as she tried to capture more of my cock up her fluttering hole. I moved one of my hands from her swaying tits, across her quivering stomach toward her throbbing clit. The moment my finger slithered across her wet slick bud, her pussy and body reacted. She thrust her hips up back at me, squeezing all of my protected cock into her stuff cunt. Her mouth opened wide in surprise as her body rocked in the most intensive climax so far.
“YYYYEEEEESSSSS!” She screamed as the muscles of her pussy clamped down on me.
Sophie was going totally insane as I relented strumming on her oversensitive button and returned my fingers to her swinging breasts. Her body bucked and jerked beneath mine as my cock plunged in and out of her quaking vagina. She could feel my massive nuts smashing against her buzzing clit each time I drove my rampant cock into her. My hands were still busy on her tits and pussy and her body seemed to be one giant nerve ending that was sending a thousand different signals at once to her brain. Sophie was babbling now, not knowing or caring what she was saying. All that mattered was our illicit sex and experiencing the feelings we evoked in each other. As my erect penis sailed deep into her creamy pussy, I could feel the far off sensation of my own massive orgasm starting to build in my swinging balls. Pulling my hands out from under her, I gripped her hips and began to drive my cock into her with a new energy and power.
“OHHHH FUUUUUCK!” She cried, her heart was pounding, her pussy was on fire, and her tits were rocking back and forth to the rhythm. I was merciless as I continued to fuck her from behind seeking my own hard won release. My desire was overwhelming as I drove my penis into her, mating like wild animals. I grunted and groaned as sweat poured from me and dripped all over her heaving body. Her pussy was so still tight and so incredibly hot! It gripped my cock like a vice! My hands had a death grip on her hips as I thrust up into her over and over again. ‘Slap… slap… slap… slap… slap…’ was the constant sound as my manhood jack hammered in and out of her.
Sophie was bent forward, moaning loudly as she leaned into the pillows. Her ambrosia poured from her opening and ran down her legs, sweat flew every where each time I fucked into the overcome forty-three-year-old’s trembling body. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her moans were getting louder and louder as she felt yet another orgasm rise up inside her. Her guts wound tighter and tighter with each thrust, until once more I jammed my cock up her tight tunnel and against her battered cervix. Her mind exploded in a rush of sound and sensation that overpowered her, her body a ragdoll in my powerful hands.
“OHHH MY GOD!” she cried out, cumming. “FUUUUCCCCKKKK!” She was yelling in ecstasy, cumming violently around my pistoning cock. Her ass was jerking and bouncing as she worked it up and down at a feverish rate. Her face was contorted into a mask of lust and release as her climax thundered through her. Her tits were bouncing up and down in uncontrolled chaos as I nailed her again and again. Her pussy locked down around my driving cock. I could feel the white-hot fireball down inside my tightening balls growing hotter and hotter with each stroke. Her shuddering pussy walls clamped harder and pulled me down into the hot, clutching core of her spasming pussy… Then she suddenly collapsed forward onto the bed, her body going into spasm. It was as if she was having a fit! I reluctantly pulled out and watched her as she shook and quivered, her limbs flailing, her eyes rolled back in her head. After a few minutes she let out a deep sigh, rolled onto her back, smiling her crooked smile, threw her arms wide, and spread her legs about as wide as they would go.
“I’m well… and truly… fucked!” She gasped.
She was. I looked over at her from where I was sitting on the other side of the bed, admiring her pink painted toes, spread legs, tight belly, huge breasts, pink fingernail polish, red lips, lovely smile, and messed up blonde hair, as my eyes traveled from her feet to the top of her head. I smiled back at her. She turned her head to the side and looked at me. Perhaps she could tell what I was thinking. No, almost certainly she could. She was good at reading my mind.
She smiled back at me. “Come here,” she said. “Now it’s your turn.”
The closer I got the bigger her smile became. By the time I was over her, she was positively grinning at me. I was kneeling between her spread thighs, my hands pressing into the bed above her shoulders. As I started to slide into her, her eyes went wide and she hitched a quick breath. Then almost instantly her legs were around my hips, with her heels on my ass, pulling me into her. She snaked her arms under my arms and around my shoulders and hugged me so hard she pulled herself up off the bed. “Yes!” she cried loudly into my ringing ear.
For a few moments she hung there, her perfect breasts smashed into my chest, her chin on my left shoulder. Her feet were trying to push me the rest of the way into her, but her grip on my chest kept us from moving against each other. After a few moments her strength gave out (or perhaps she was more interested in feeling me moving in her than she was in hugging me), and she dropped back onto the bed, continuing to pull me into her. I thrust home with the expected loud squish. She ran her fingers and fingernails up and down my back and across my shoulders, as she set the pace of our fucking with her feet on my ass.
She began to pant in time with my thrusts as I repeatedly slapped home into her. Her eyes, which were round when I entered her, continued to get wider. She licked her lips between pants. Soon she had that wonderful expression on her face; I watched and enjoyed the dichotomy and confusion in her mind and the rest of her body kept automatically pulling me into her to feed her pleasure. After a few minutes of this, her panting and occasional gasps were growing heavier and her motion was becoming more and more uncoordinated. Finally her legs dropped away from me, and she again spread them as wide as they would go. For a few thrusts she pushed her hips up to meet my thrusts. But even that was too much effort, she was exhausted now and, as her pleasure overrode her ability to control her body, she just lay there, accepting what I was doing with her.
She was still trailing her fingers over my sides and shoulders. Soon even that stopped, and her arms dropped to the bed. She was spread-eagled on the bed again and I pleasured her, watching as she continued to stare into my eyes with both disbelief and lust as we coupled like lovers. Occasionally I would glance down and watch her breasts bounce and slosh with our thrusts. I pushed my chest lower down for a few thrusts. An awkward position, but I was rewarded with the feel of her hard nipples raking against my chest. I don’t think she even noticed, her entire mind was concentrated into her eyes looking at me, and her thighs and pussy feeling me. After a few moments I straightened my back and arms so I could go back to solid thrusting, and felt her pleasure continue to grow.
In a few more minutes I knew she was close. Her nipples could cut diamonds. She was blinking and gasping as though she had run a marathon. Suddenly, as I was pulling back for another thrust, she threw her head back and her entire body went rigid. I thrust into her twice more, and suddenly her arms and legs snapped around me again, crushing me to her, and keeping me from moving. I could still move my hips, so I continued to thrust as best I could with the rhythm we had going, holding her at her peak for as long as I could. Her eyes were squeezed tight, as though her eyelids could help pull me against her. After another dozen or two short thrusts, levering my hips against her, a low growl started deep in her chest. I swear I could feel it through her nipples, daggering into my chest. Slowly the growl turned into a word: “YES!”
A moment later her eyes snapped wide open, and she again shouted “YES!”, staring into my eyes, and if possible hugging me even tighter. I continued thrusting her with my hips, since that was all I could move in the body grip she had on me.
After a few moments of coming down off her high, her mind turned back on, and she realised I was still thrusting in her. She looked at me with love and amazement. “You still haven’t cum?”
“Nope,” I replied with a cheeky grin, as I continued thrusting. I knew that grin would get to her. It always did.
“You amaze me, Jeff.” She dropped her arms back wide-spread onto the bed again, giving me room to move. Her thighs were still around my waist, and she used her heels to pull me into her a couple of times, before dropping her legs back, spread, on the bed, and starting to push her groin up to meet my thrusts. I deliberately looked down at her chest and watched her huge breasts slosh, slop, and quiver with each thrust. I gave her three particularly hard thrusts to make her boobs shake even more.
“I love how your tits move when we move.” She wiggled her shoulders back and forth, making her breasts even more active. I was almost getting dizzy trying to keep track of her nipples as they raced around.
She grinned up at me, watching my eyes watch her. She grabbed the sides of her boobs with her hands, pressing them up toward my chest. I swooped down toward her as I continued to thrust, and felt her diamond-hard nipples and cream-soft breasts scrape against my chest, from my shoulders to my belly button with each thrust. I watched her breasts for another dozen thrusts, moaning an “ummm”, and deliberately licking my lips as I watched her nipples gyrate. Before she could decide that I’d somehow forgotten about her I snapped my eyes back up to hers and grinned at her.
“I love your breasts,” I commended her, after a few calculated seconds.
I watched her draw in breath to make a loud comment, “I love you too. Even more today than ever before.” She let her breath out and smiled at me. I watched her smile for a few more thrusts, then glanced quickly down and back up into her eyes.
“I love your nipples too.”
Before she could finish drawing breath to respond to me, I dropped down against her, scooping a hand under the back of her head, and kissed her, hard. I continued thrusting into her with my hips, maintaining our established pace as we kissed. As we continued our kiss I thrust deep into her and held myself against her, grinding myself in a circular pattern against her hips. I knew my groin and the top of my cock would be scraping against her clit, vying with our kiss for her attention. After a few moments she started squirming back against me, enhancing our contact and the fun we were both having as we kissed.
She started sucking air in through her nose, since our mouths were occupied, and kept squirming against me. Suddenly she pulled back against my hand holding her head, and pushed upward on my shoulders, breaking our kiss. “Yes! Keep doing that! Exactly that! I’m going to cum again when you cum!” Before I could say anything she wrapped her hands behind my shoulders and pulled me back down into our kiss. I was a good boy and followed directions, making sure to put as much force as I could on her clit as we struggled against each other.
We kept grinding and kissing for probably another three or four minutes, getting sweatier and more desperate as time went on. Finally I could feel that I was getting close to release. I broke our kiss, pulling back from her, up onto my arms and knees again. I started thrusting again at something similar to our previous pace, but being careful to keep my groin sliding against her clit with each thrust.
She stared into my eyes. “Yes! You’re close, aren’t you? Keep thrusting, I want to feel you cum in me! Do it! Fuck me harder! Cum in me!”
I started thrusting harder and faster, feeling my orgasm building quickly. Her hands were again sliding up and down my back and shoulders. She slid them down to my hips and used them to encourage me to thrust harder (not that encouragement was needed at this point), and started pushing her hips up against me at the end of each thrust. And so, brow knitted and teeth gritted, Sophie Robinson paid the toll for the ultimate ecstasy as I ploughed into her, driving myself towards my climax. An assortment of gasps, curses, squeals and screams marked my progress. My aching glans stroked the door to her womb, just as my pubis met hers. The burning sensation finally peaked and rolled over as the most intense orgasm struck her without warning. I kept her screaming for as long as possible with directed shallow thrusts that stroked her inflamed walls, but never left her womb unattended for long. Although I relished the familiar sensation of a warm gush of her fluids coating my cock, I was surprised just how close to climax I was due to the powerful, milking contractions of her vagina. Finally, the paroxysm dissipated, the milder aftershocks of pleasure drawing hoarse sobs from Sophie’s raw throat. Tears streamed down her face, and I brought my face to hers for comfort.
I kissed her face, targeting the tears, “How is it… that we are so perfect together…?”
I began nuzzling her neck and slowly began withdrawing. At the peak of my withdrawal stroke, I pulled back until my oversensitive, condom clad glans exited her honeypot with a pop.
“We are not perfect… we are both flawed…” Sophie cried and wrapped her long legs around me, the backs of her calves desperately pressing against my firm buttocks. Relishing her desperate need and the way her soft breasts pressed into my chest, I smiled as I re-entered her, stretching her out again. When I was fully within her again, I rolled my hips, massaging her womb with my glans, causing her eyes to roll back in her head.
I looked down at our coupling, “None of that matters… when we’re together… We were made… for each other,” I said between thrusts.
“D-don’t say that,” she whispered, despite the flash of joy that erupted within her, “You were made for Jessica… she was always meant for you… she’s your destiny… your fate.”
I began slowly accelerating my tempo, with Sophie’s hips adjusting their response appropriately. By this point in time, I was thrusting uncontrollably, my capacity for finesse long gone. “I can’t hold on…”
“You’re wearing a condom… it’s okay… you can let go inside me.”
“…can’t hold on… can’t…” I whispered to myself through gritted teeth as I worked my cock in and out of her hot pussy. The velvet-lined sheath of her vagina clutched at me and he felt an electric jolt of pleasure rip through my cock making it lurch down deep inside her seething cunt. Both of us cried out as my balls tightened, and my hot cum gushed through my urethra, feeling as if it were searing my insides. “Sophie! I–I c-can’t… hnnuUGGHHHHHH!” I grunted as I felt my life lurch out of the head of my swollen penis.
She bucked up against me, as load after load of my hot boiling jizz flooded the inside of my rubber sheath. I let out a long and loud groan as I ejaculated a heavy load into my condom. My pleasure went on and on, and I could feel my hot semen filling the balloon tip, lodged against her cervix, keeping my sperm away from her prize. Her own cum was pushing out around the base of the condom wherever the seal was compromised, as a thick cream, in aggressive rivulets that were then snagged by my pubic hair. Sophie’s final orgasm followed mine just a few seconds later. I think the sensation of finally bringing me to climax within her was the mitigating factor, and her body went rigid.
I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting. The contraction was so tight that I feared it would cause me pain. The contractions came and went rapidly, creating a milking sensation that urged any remaining cum out of my shaft and into the vault of my overworked condom. She pulled me close for a passionate kiss. I kept my hips moving in a circle, feeling the thickness of my shaft grinding against her lips and her opening, and keeping movement against her clit, while I spewed squirt after squirt of cum inside the rubber sheath. Her heels were again behind my ass, trying to pull me even deeper into her, and she was wiggling her clit against me. Suddenly, as I was almost spent, she sucked in a deep breath, gritted out one more loud “Fuuuck!” and trembled one last time as she came again, swiping her hands futilely over my back, desperately trying to pull me even closer and deeper into her. Finally she managed to wrap her arms around me and held me to her as tight as she could, her heels against my ass, still holding me deep in her.
“I love you, Sophie,” I declared as I cupped her face and fucked her gently, my heaving balls resting against her sticky ass. Sophie’s red, mascara-smeared face looked up at me as her hands dropped to her sides, desperately clutching the satin sheets, her trembling legs were up in the air, her heart-shaped derriere rippled as my shiny, muscular thighs gently collided into it again and again. My massive, rubber-coated shaft shuttled in and out of her pussy, its withdrawals periodically causing strings of sticky, translucent fluid to further soak the drenched sheets. The only sound in the room aside from my labored panting, were Sophie’s fevered cries, and the obscene commotion of our genitals.
At last we stilled, holding each other. Her arms around my back, her legs around my waist with her heels on my ass. My hands behind her shoulders, where they had kept me from driving her across the bed with our rutting. We lay there, smiling and grinning at each other, as a drop of sweat dripped off the tip of my nose onto hers. I rubbed our noses together to spread the sweat around. Not that that was needed, she had plenty of sweat of her own. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and licked my upper lip with the tip. “Well? Are you happy now? You obviously needed that and it was WONDERFUL! You are so good to me. I love you!”
“When’s lunch?” I asked, suddenly realising I was starving.
Sophie laughed. “I heard room service deliver it a few minutes ago. We could have lunch in bed if you let me fetch it for you. Although I am in no hurry to wiggle myself loose… I could stay here, under you, all afternoon.” Without releasing my hands from where they were locked behind her shoulders she started shimmying her very sweaty boobies against her equally sweaty chest. Minutes later, I gingerly withdrew despite my mother-in-law’s wail of disapproval. As my shaft disengaged from the over-stretched hole, an additional gush of Sophie’s fluids streamed out from her still undulating hips, further soaking the satin sheets. My still erect shaft throbbed in the air, the pink rubber glistening with evidence of our lovemaking. The receptacle ballooned obscenely, filled with my potent swimmers. I tore off the bulging condom, but before I could dispose of it, Sophie took it from me, tied it off and placed it on the bedroom table beside us.
“For Joseph,” she declared meekly and I understood. He still needed to celebrate his wife’s adultery. I wouldn’t deny him his pleasure.
I then collapsed onto the bed beside her, lost in a haze. Our vigorous, ceaseless fucking; the countless, writhing orgasms; and the potent, continuous endorphins flooding my body had drained me completely. Eventually Sophie turned to the side a little and looked at me, after a few moments her head rested on my chest. She could feel my heart was still racing but I did not respond, I seemed consumed by my own thoughts. She wondered if I was having regrets already but her own thoughts were soon also wandering back to reality.
She snuggled into my body and then kissed me, before moving both of her arms either side of my face. Once again, our mouths met. “Thank you for trusting me, Jeff,” she said, the words coming out with difficulty. I was still panting, but eventually I found the strength to tell her that I finally felt relieved. My perspective had shifted. I knew it would and I knew I would have to forgive Jessica and her sister sometime soon.
“You saved me… again.”
“We saved each other. Don’t tell your parents I brought you here, they hate me enough already. But more importantly… don’t let that sexy little secretary get into your pants!”
“I’ll talk to Mom and Dad, I’ll tell them they need to forgive you. And don’t worry, I don’t think I have any room for another woman in my life right now!”
We both began to laugh; the day had been so tense, but the sex had been amazing. Guilt would come but right now we both basked in the afterglow of our amazing but dangerous lovemaking. Sophie fell to the side, lying on her back, both of us still naked; we just looked at the ceiling for a while until my stomach growled and we both laughed again.
“I know you will forgive them, Jeff… I know you already have! It’s who you are, you find a way to connect with the little frightened girl that is hiding inside each one of my daughter’s.” Sophie said, calmly, quietly, her words carrying weight, “Forgive them, but more importantly, forgive yourself. You can never heal properly carrying all that guilt around with you… seek help?”
I looked at her, hearing her words, feeling them sink in, knowing she was, as always, right. I nodded my head though I had no clue as to how I could even begin to unravel the mess my life was.
“Let’s get you fed, showered, and back at work before the end of the day. I think my mission was a success… you look… more like your old self.”
“For better or for worse,” I commented.
“You’re a part of my family, Jeff… and I’m part of yours, aren’t I?”
I nodded as we both slid from the round bed but there was only one question on my mind: “What happens next?”
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It wasn’t too late when I arrived back at the office but I was surprised to find the place deserted. Apparently Richard had decided to go home early and Abigail, ever one to exploit an opportunity, had left as well. I put in an hour’s work with the remaining team members then I headed home. I had a mission: To make sure my parents ceased their witch hunt, and blame the only person who was capable of making a difference. They sheepishly realised the validity of my argument and I immediately sent them next door to apologise.
I wasn’t ready to see Jessica yet. I could forgive her easily but I knew she still needed to learn an important lesson. If our marriage was going to last then she would have to prove to me that I could trust her. That would come in time, and then, maybe I could face her. I sensed that when that day came I would also need to forgive Rachel but her deliberate deceit still felt raw, so I knew I still had some healing to do.
The next day, Thursday, I didn’t see Richard at all! He was needed with the construction team upstairs all day and took Abigail with him. I was thankful that I wouldn’t have to deal with her. She made me feel very uncomfortable. With the office to myself I was able to rapidly catch up with the work I missed at the Spa with Sophie and even made some progress with the new projects. I threw myself into my work and hadn’t even realised everyone had gone home when I logged off my computer and called it a day.
I spent the evening alone and that’s when the loneliness really kicked in. My Mom and Dad were next door babysitting Jacob and without the presence of Jessica, Rachel, Joseph and Sophie to distract me I was left to my own thoughts and it wasn’t pleasant. I considered driving over to where the twins played football but I knew that wouldn’t end well. I felt myself regressing, feeling sorry for myself and angry that the little redheads had plunged me back into my teenage depression. I found myself looking forward to the weekend, meeting up with Richard and spending time losing myself in his games room. Those would be good times.
Friday came and as I exited the elevator and entered the department, everything seemed normal. Abigail was back in her station, flicking through her social media rather than doing whatever it was that she was supposed to be doing and Richard was in his office. I greeted some fellow team members and quickly passed by Abigail, who didn’t even look up, and headed for my door. That’s when I noticed Richard was staring at me intently, with stars in his eyes. The same stars put there by Sophie when I last saw him. Something had changed and it had me worried.
I had only just logged onto my computer when I sensed someone approaching my door. My heart leapt into my mouth; it was Richard. I had no idea why I felt so out of sorts, he often came by to discuss the day’s work and we hadn’t seen each other since Wednesday. There was plenty to discuss! He came into the office, smiling, carrying a large bag and slid into the office chair opposite me.
“I should give you a half day more often!” He exclaimed, “I logged on this morning to see that not only did you catch up yesterday, you moved onto the next project! Thank you! Your productivity has shot through the roof and I must admit, you look more like your old self.”
“I’m not back with Jessica yet, but Sophie laid the groundwork… Maybe there’s some hope for us after all.”
“Mrs. Robinson is an impressive woman.” Richard looked directly at me, searching me with his eyes, as if he was seeing me differently.
“Yes… I guess she is…” I agreed, giving him a questioning look. Richard smiled in repose. “But I must admit my productivity yesterday was down to you!”
“It was?”
“Yes! You took Abigail upstairs with you!” I laughed, and Richard joined in, “I’m petrified of being left alone with her. I’m thankful that you invited me over tomorrow, without your timely intervention I was sure Abigail was going to end up being wherever I chose to be… but the Boss’ house… haha, that’ll be off limits!” I laughed again but this time Richard was silent. His face became serious.
“About that, I’m afraid that’s why I’m here; I have to cancel tomorrow…” he began. What? No! I looked through the office window at Abigail and then back at him. My head started spinning. “I’m sorry Jeff but… something… has come up. Please believe me, I wouldn’t cancel if it wasn’t serious. Helen has made so much progress, she’s working hard to improve herself and bury her demons. Part of that process is making peace with her parents. She wants me to be formally introduced to them! Do you know what this means? It means she’s serious… about me… about us!”
I understood. The timing was awful but I knew he was in love with his girlfriend, and so I was reluctantly happy to step aside so he could make connections with her family. He deserved his shot at happiness.
“Richard, that’s brilliant!” I said, with a sigh and a smile, “I know how you feel about her. Family is important. The most important thing. I’d do anything for family. I’m pleased for you! Don’t worry about me, I’ll book a flight to Yemen. She probably won’t follow…” I said, looking back at Abigail who was now staring directly at us, like a predator sensing an opportunity to strike.
“Probably…” Richard chuckled, clocking that we were the centre of her attention. “It worked for Chandler Bing! But… Helen and I feel guilty that we have to let you down… so…” Richard dug into his big bag and pulled out a box. “I’ve bought you your own Nintendo Switch 2… and Helen… has bought you both Zelda games. You’ll have to start from the beginning I’m afraid.” He put the console and the games on the desk in front of me and I was awestruck by his generosity.
“You–you didn’t have to do that, Richard… you’re too kind.”
“Ther’s no way I’m being the one responsible for putting you in Abigail’s sights this weekend. So, how about you cancel that flight to Yemen, lock yourself in your room for two days and see if you can catch up with me?”
“You know what? That sounds like a very good plan. Thank you Richard, and please thank Helen as well.” I must admit, I was feeling a little excited at the prospect of some serious gaming time! “I hope your first meeting with her parents goes well.”
“I’ve already met them both to be honest with you, we on Wednesday after work and agreed that it would be helpful if we all sat down and discussed the past, how things are now, and where things are going in the future. We have some common interests. They seemed like nice people… I hope I don’t blow it. I want to earn their trust.”
“Richard, you’re the most trustworthy person I’ve ever met. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Now you’re being too kind,” he smiled. “Let’s get together Monday and I’ll update you with all the gossip and you can tell me how far you’ve got.” He patted the box, “but right now, you can tell me what I can do to help you with my new project. Seriously, you’re making it all look far too easy.”
Five o’clock rolled around and it was time to go home. Richard gave me a nod as I headed towards the elevator, my new games console tucked under my arm. Abigail was sitting at her desk… waiting for me… but, just as I reached her, Richard called to her from his office. Her face scrunched up into a scowl and she stood up. “Call me, Jeff,” she forced a smile, “Let’s make plans… together…”
“Abigai!”
“I’m coming!” She strutted off down the office and I stepped into the elevator. Excited to lose myself in pursuit of a princess in a far away land.
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I spent the entire weekend in the land of Hyrule, pretty much locked in my room, and… I loved it. By the time Monday came around I actually regretted that I would have to go to work and socialise with real people; Zelda was a perfect world where every threat could be dealt with if you just thought long and hard. It was logical, unlike the real world. I didn’t lament over my failing marriage. I didn’t regret my falling out with the twins. For the first time in years I didn’t have a woman trying to influence my life (unless you counted Princess Zelda, who wasn’t actually real). I didn’t even miss Sophie, I just let myself exist in a universe that wasn’t trying to tie me into knots.
Richard’s meeting with his girlfriend’s parents was a resounding success and he also looked like a new man when we met up for our debrief. I spent the next week working hard in the office, and playing hard at home. I didn’t even mind Abigail’s laughable attempts to flirt with me. I didn’t need a woman’s love to define me. I just needed to be me. Richard seemed to be a little more distant with me, which was worrying, I reasoned he was just busy (he was) and that home life was dominating his thoughts and time. He had already been so generous and I didn’t feel it was right that I should impose on him, even though he was for now my only friend.
As the weekend approached, however, spending another two days on my own had lost some of its appeal so I sat on my bed and pondered my immediate future. I knew I was being stubborn; I could choose to see the family next door at any time. But even when I considered opening my curtains, which had remained closed since the confrontation, I felt a cold dread descend on me. Just like that, the emotions that my new Nintendo had kept at bay came flooding back. Then came the anger. The resentment followed. I decided to turn my phone back on for the first time in over a week, just so I could have the pleasure of ignoring all my messages. The list was expansive; Sophie, Jessica, Rachel, Joseph, Molly and even Richard had text me. I powered up the Switch anyway, in hope that it might help me forget my predicament and was about to settle into an evening of gaming when suddenly my phone rang. I checked the called ID and saw it was Molly. I suddenly worried that something could have happened to the café or her grandmother so I decided to answer the call.
“Jeff! Where the hell have you been!” asked Molly. “Jessica is frantic. She said your phone has been off for days and your curtains are permanently closed. She’s worried that something happened to you.”
“Well, Molly, something did happen. I was stabbed in the fucking back, and it hurts… a lot,” I added. “You can tell Jessica that I’m doing just fine and as for Rachel, you better watch yourself, she’s a pathological liar!”
“What’s going on? Jessica won’t talk to me but she’s pretty distraught. The people who love you the most in the entire world are confused and in pain.”
“Rachel pretended she was Jessica when they promised they wouldn’t swap places any more… Jessica and I were trying for a baby. Rachel made sure she was trying for a baby too by deceiving me. They knew it would break me if I found out… and I did. So now we’re separated.”
“I see.” Molly said, sounding disappointed and after a few awkward seconds, she continued, “I’m sure they had no idea this would be the outcome, but you’re right though, they should have known! Rachel really pisses me off sometimes! They played with your heart, and abused your trust but surely you must see; it has all been blown out of all proportion. Have you really left her?” she asked.
“She left me no choice. They left me no choice. They deliberately went out of their way to hurt me!” I spat, “They only think of themselves. I don’t trust them!”
“Fuck! Jeff, are you okay?” she asked, ignoring my bitterness, “You can trust me, though, right? Talk to me, Jeff. Tell me your side of the story? Let me in, and let me help? We can work something out together–”
“I can work this through on my own!” I shouted down my phone, then calmed myself down, “I know I just need to forgive them and get over it. I’m just tired of it always being me who has to compromise, Molly. I just need time.”
“I know you love them. It’s almost been two weeks now. Hasn’t it been long enough? Please, Jeff, put them out of their misery? At least message them? I hate to see my best friends suffering so just pull yourself together and talk to your wife… She’s worried sick. Listen, I’ve just finished at the hospital… Can I come straight there? I can meditate? How about we meet up and talk this through? Please?”
“I don’t know Molly, I’m not going to be good company…”
“We’re friends and you need me. Come on, let’s head to the mountains, you can stay the night. This isn’t who you are, Jeff,” Ignoring my bitterness, “You’re not behaving like yourself. I’ve just left work… How about we could just head up to the café and I’ll treat you to some of my grandmother’s cherry pie to take your mind off things?”
I didn’t respond, searching for a response that would stop her insistent pleadings… but didn’t find one.
“I can tell you’re warming to the idea!” Molly chuckled, “I’ll pick you up in half an hour. Pack an overnight bag. I’m not taking no for an answer! Let’s do this; we just need to talk. You don’t need to forgive them, I wouldn’t expect you to, not yet.”
“Okay…”
“Half an hour. Be ready. Bye!” Molly hung up before I had the chance to reply.
Half an hour later she was honking her horn outside the house and I said goodbye to my suspicious looking parents. Whether they thought I was having an affair already or simply moving on, I had no idea, and I didn’t much care. With Richard indisposed Molly was the only person in my life, who didn’t live next door, that I could turn to.
When I headed out into the street, I saw Molly had exited her car, standing just beyond the gate. She was looking around in that anticipatory way; not frantically searching but definitely keeping her eye out for the twins, failing to see my approach. She was dressed pragmatically, considering it was the weekend, and any plans she had with Rachel had obviously been shelved. She was wearing a light summer dress, adorned with blue floral patterns. Buttons ran their way up the front from the hem towards her small cleavage above. Below her dress showed a small bit of tanned leg, and then the fashionable brand-sandals she had picked for the day. All in all it was an outfit that was as suited for a stroll through the city on a summer’s day, as for an afternoon in the mountains. More interestingly, it was an outfit that would be easy to take off. It couldn’t have taken more than thirty seconds to put on and could be removed just as easily. To not draw out the moment of truth too long, perhaps. Whip-Snap and it would be over.
Even though it was late in the afternoon, the heat of the day was hanging heavily in the air. Molly turned as I reached her and I found myself face to face with the exotic beauty. Molly was three years older than myself, with light brown skin and big brown eyes. Her long dark hair was pulled back, revealing her long neck and smooth shoulders. I was immediately struck by the genuine warmth and sensuality radiating from her. The thin material of her sundress seemed to be hovering just over her skin and the plunging neckline left little to the imagination.
I could feel the weight of her breasts as she leaned in to embrace me. I caught myself holding my breath, completely immersed in her every movement and I struggled to regain my composure. What the hell was I doing? Closing my eyes, I attempted to calm my libido by slowing my breathing and imagining myself at home, completing another Zelda quest but it was no use. My head was spinning. My penis seemed to be trying to control me. It was all too much… the way her sundress was clinging to her voluptuous hips… the outline of her panties hugging tight against her ample round ass… the hem of her dress rising to reveal the olive coloured skin of her calves and thighs. But I just hugged her back; my entire body was consumed by the throbbing in my loins.
She released me and smiled as I realised I had been holding my breath. God, what a smile! Her entire face seemed to light up as our eyes locked. There were small beads of sweat along her brow, her almost black hair cascading over her shoulders. I noticed her breath quickening as I stared openly at her exposed cleavage. Perhaps it was the heat or maybe the pounding in my head but the air felt thick with tension.
Molly indicated for me to climb into the car and I did so, throwing my bag onto the back seat and we set off towards the mountains. We spent the journey in relative silence but it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Molly was the type of person who was naturally at ease in any situation, comfortable in her own skin and mind. A person that was born to just exist. She was friendly and gorgeous in equal amounts. She put me at ease and now we were here. The nervous feeling that had been building since I first stepped into the car reached a crescendo as the mountains began to loom before us. Butterfly wings began to feel more like jet-engines, thundering in my stomach, sending hot fumes to cloud my mind. I usually felt a bit nervous when I was alone with any of the women in my life but my nervousness had increased from nothing to maximum as we neared the café. Molly’s eyes were sparkling and seemed to smile, even if the rest of her face was not at that moment. Her nose was small, her mouth was big, made for grinning, and her lips a cheery pink-red made for kissing.
“Penny for your thoughts?” she asked as we headed down the long driveway to the café.
“It feels… wrong… coming back here… without Jessica,” I replied.
“That makes sense I suppose,” she replied.
Molly parked the car and waved to her grandmother, who was waving frantically at us from inside the café. Then Molly mouthed something to her and she nodded as if in some prearranged agreement. I wished I had kept my mouth shut. It felt wrong mentioning my wife’s name, and I was surprised those were the words that spilled out of my mouth I didn’t want another uncomfortable silence to develop between us, leaving space for nervous thoughts and worries, so in started again; “Sorry Molly, I’m a bit nervous I guess, you look really nice by the way!”
Suddenly, she looked at me with an intense stare. With a slightly cocked eyebrow she said “That’s new! Why do I make you nervous now?”
I felt my cheeks go red. I didn’t know how to respond to that. After what felt like ages, her face broke into a mischievous smile.
“I was just teasing you! Let’s head to the jetty and we can skip stones and then we can talk. We are long overdue a good long chat.”
Molly secured her car as her grandmother approached us. She hugged her granddaughter and then held me close, holding onto me. She had obviously been told about Jessica and I felt a huge wave of guilt wash through me; she had done so much for us and I repaid all her effort by walking out on my wife after only a month.
“You’re young, your marriage is new,” she said quietly into my ear, “there will be many more challenges to come. But… I have never seen two people more in love than you and Jessica. She’ll come round. You’re doing the right thing by giving yourselves some perspective… sometimes you don’t realise what you have… until it’s gone.”
“We’re working on our differences. I can fix this.”
“Jeff can fix anything,” Molly beamed, handing her grandmother my bag, and taking my hand in hers, “We’re going to the lake to watch the fish and have a chat.”
“Take all the time you need, we’re not busy and some things are more important than serving coffee.”
“I don’t know about that!” I exclaimed with a little laugh, “Coffee is pretty damn important.”
“I’ll make sure you have one when you get back. Have fun!” With that, she turned and headed back inside the café.
Molly and I walked hand in hand down to the jetty and took up position at the end, with our feet dangling just above the surface. Down in the dark depths fish meandered by, going about their business, unaware that they were being scrutinised so intensely. We sat way too close next to each other, legs touching lightly, our muscles tight from not wanting to impress on the other too much. This close, I could smell her perfume. It was herby and sweet, imbued with lavender, lemon and apricots. It dove straight from my nostrils to my stomach, stirring up jitters from the deep. I was already infatuated by that smell.
The lake was serene. From the corner of my eye, I watched her face through her hair. Her eyes were darting to and fro, glancing occasionally at me when she thought he was not looking. We didn’t say anything. It wasn’t a silence as such. More a bated breath, held in anticipation. One thing was at the forefront of both of our minds, I was sure. But to bring it up could break the spell and introduce the uncomfortable truth. I wasn’t prepared to do that… but Molly was.
“You do know that the only way you’re going to fix this is by talking to her. She’s seeing a therapist tomorrow, with her sister; thanks for that, I guess she won’t be coming up to help here on her weekends for a while. Are you in counseling?”
“No. I don’t need counseling, they are the ones that created this problem …”
“Don’t be so stubborn! I don’t believe for one second that you’re that naive. You’ve got scars on top of scars. You need the most help or you’ll explode! You can’t keep going on like you are. You’ll never heal.”
For a second, she seemed to be looking at him with a hopeful expression. I couldn’t help but be distracted by her lips again. Once more, the notion of their kissable nature seized my mind. The thought was still quiet, but more than a whisper this time.
“I get that. But there are just too many secrets that I have to keep, if I open up to some complete stranger… I’ll make everything irrevocably worse.”
“Then don’t see a complete stranger! That’s why I wanted to talk to you face to face; I’m trained and I’m right here. Talk to me? I’m your friend and I’m pretty sure I know all your secrets already. Let me work with you to unravel the impossible knot you mind must be in… you’ll never be able to do it alone… talk to me… anytime. I worry about all of you. I care about all three of you, but most of all… Jeff… I care about you. I’m not going to let you self-destruct if there’s something I can do about it. Let me help you… please?”
“Why do you care?”
“You know why, though it doesn’t make it any easier… I love you,” she replied tenderly. The way she sat there looking at me, it was like she was mentally directing me, cutting through all my protective layers and opening me up, revealing the ugly mess of a man that I was.
A moment later her face changed to an impish expression. “Come on, let’s wade in the shallows.”
“I think I understand,” I continued as we headed down to the pebbled beach. “I feel like I can only actually talk to someone who truly understands me. I’m closed minded. I don’t even open up to my parents, they would be horrified by what I’ve experienced… and what I’ve done. I have huge trust issues… but I know I do tust you.”
“Oh, and why is that then?” she asked, like an attentive therapist. At that moment I knew she already was. She was right, I needed to talk. I sensed the need growing steadily over the last few days. If anyone could help, she could. She understood.
“Hmm, let me see. You’ve always put me first, even when you shouldn’t. You care. You treat me with respect. You never push… never take. You’re creative, and perceptive to the needs of those around you. You’re kind and ever so gentle. You move your hands very delicately, like everything you touch is wrapped in velvet. You sit very straight and attentive, as if everything around you is worth your complete attention. When we talk it makes me feel very listened to. And obviously there is your smile. You turn into a cute little pixie when you think you’ve said something funny. It is adorable.”
“Oh! A pixie?” she exclaimed “I’m almost as tall as you!”
She proceeded to push me and I stumbled into the shallow of the lake, drenching my shoes. Before I could get to her, she was already running away, turning to give me that signature smile.
When I caught up to her, she wasn’t wearing her smile anymore. In a serious tone, and with an edge of bashfulness, she said “I guess today is the perfect time to find out just who you really are, Jeff.”
“I have no idea who I am, but what I am is wet,” I laughed.
“Do you think you could talk to me? Strip away your layers and reveal your true self to me?” she asked.
“I don’t know, ” I replied. “But… I’m willing to try…”
“It might be difficult though,” she mused. “Once you have known someone for a time, the step of showing them your soul might be harder than if you opened up to a complete stranger.”
“I’ll probably be useless at it anyway. I’ve learned that talking doesn’t help; nobody listens. Not even my friends.”
“We are not here as friends, we are more than that. I promise to listen…” she said. She trailed off in the middle of the sentence, distracted by something. “Anyway, we should go for a swim! You need to relax. Let’s go to the cove?” She went on, pointing beyond the rock outcrop a bit further on.
My mind grew ever more aware what it meant to go for a swim with her. A heat that had been building ever since I had laid eyes on Molly back at my front door reached a crescendo. I tried to steady myself.
The cove offered a nice shelter from the wind. At that time in September, with the late-summer sunbeams bearing down, it was beautiful and private.
“Are you still comfortable with this?” he asked. “If you are not, that is totally okay. I don’t expect you to just download everything before we head back to the café and have something to eat. We could also take it slowly, when the emotions come they will hit fast and hard.”
“I–I– just don’t know… I’m not good at talking about my feelings. I just experience them.”
“You think too much! You need a distraction, come on, let’s go for a swim?” Molly said, her brown eyes taking on a mischievous sparkle.
Like a ship paddling against the current leading to a waterfall, I started to rattle. “I–I– don’t have any swimwear! I only have one change of clothes. You’ve already soaked my trousers! It’s freezing in there!”
“Jeff,” she said. “The cold will distract you and help you clear your mind. I take a dip in this lake even in the middle of winter! Let’s just do this.”
She looked at me straight and slowly began to undo the buttons at the front of her dress. Time seemed to slow down. When she arrived at the second button, I could see her midriff, without a hint of a bra obscuring flesh. Her breasts were still covered by the two sides of her dress. As she went lower, her belly button came into sight crowning her beautifully toned stomach. As she breathed out, I could see the outlines of her abs. Lower still, and I could see her panties and the curly tufts of dark pubic contained within. That made me feel almost as many butterflies as the thought that she was a movement away from being completely undressed.
After she undid the last button, she opened up the dress, showing herself. She was stunning. I watched in awe as Molly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to gently tease them down. Her soft flesh appeared before my eyes as she pulled her panties down her legs. I stared intently between her thighs at her exposed pussy as her panties fell to the pebbled beach. I could see the soft folds of my best friend’s pussy, glistening in the golden rays of the setting sun. The lake looked like it was on fire. I felt hot. A thin patch of dark hair matted against her wet pussy did nothing to obscure my view of her shaved vulva. Above, the flowered fabric of her dress fell away and revealed large, lively breasts each crowned with a dark brown nipple, that seemed hard enough to be hazardous.
“Yeah, they’re hard. You do that to me… I can’t help it,” she said. “I guess I am a bit excited about doing this with you.”
“You are beautiful, Molly,” I said. And she was. She seemed like she had done this a thousand times before. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to be standing naked in front of me. She looked like a sea nymph that had just come ashore, unaware of the fact that people usually wore clothes on land.
“Aren’t you a little warm over there, Jeff?” Her comment awoke me from my stupor. Quickly I took off my shirt and slid down my trousers (though with considerably less grace than she’d undone her dress before). With a deep breath, I took off my underpants.
I was only semi-erect. The slow striptease, along with the eye-contact definitely added to the heat. As my dick sprang into view her eyes immediately dropped downward, and up again, and her expression changed from innocent mischief to something more primal. That’s when she made eye contact, realising I was still staring at her. I turned bright red, my eyes widening, like I was surprised at my own reaction.
“I guess it’s okay to look at and appreciate each other,” Molly said. “We both know there’s an attraction between us and we’ve seen each other naked plenty of times before. Don’t be embarrassed. There will be no barriers between us… not even clothes. I think that will make you feel more comfortable when we talk. I’m a very different looking woman to Jessica, don’t you think?”
Having her permission, I let my eyes slowly roam down her body, as she looked at mine. It was like looking at a beautiful painting for the first time. When you are hit with the full picture, it can be overwhelming trying to take it all in. Slowly though, by observing all the tiny details, you can build an understanding of its entirety. I saw her neckline, and how it gracefully dipped downwards, and then rose again to a pinnacle with her brown nipples. I could draw a line from her feet to her hips, colouring in everything in between. I could see her fully, realising just how more voluptuous when compared to the twins, from her hands to her shoulders, from her waist to her butt. Every detail was subtle and added a depth of realness. It was a wonderful thing to behold.
Suddenly she broke into a giggle, “Sometimes you remind me of a little boy, you know?”
Seeing surprise on my face, she quickly added, “No no not in that way! It’s just the way you’re standing. On the balls of your feet, legs straight and a bit restless. Your face is really struggling to portray innocence with those shy blue eyes, like you are trying very hard not to think about eating your Mom’s cookies. It’s very cute.”
She contemplated for a second, then she added with a sly grin, “I guess this time, I am the cookie.” Suddenly she started into a sprint, running towards the lake. “You’ll have to catch me before you can eat me though!” she yelled.
Molly ran ahead quickly, those gorgeous legs carrying her at quite the velocity. In front of me, her butt bobbed as the muscles under her skin tensed and released. I felt hypnotised… drawn to that cold, foreboding lake, as I had been so many times before.
She quickly reached the waters edge, stood up straight, glanced back again, then without any hesitation, she turned around and ran through the shallows. It was like watching her in slow-motion. Right away, I was faced with her nipples and her bush. Her nipples rocked up and down on her beautiful, bouncing little tits. Her bush was neatly trimmed, yet still obscuring her slit and any view I could hope to have of her vagina. And after a few seconds of putting on this bouncing, revealing show, she reached the water and splashed in, quickly entering a swimming position and swimming away from me.
I waded forward until almost up to my thighs and then dived in to join her. The cold hit me like a hammer, driving the air out of my lungs. I surface and Molly start laughing.
“Fresh isn’t it?” She asked.
She lay back in the water, floating near the surface. I stared at ger gorgeous breasts, the nipples rock hard because of the cold, and traced my eyes down her body toward the curve of her abdomen, the merest hint of her pubic hair just visible. It was hard to not be distracted by her but the shock of the cold water quickly lifted the spell she had put on me. While the sun had made this late-September evening comfortable enough for warm-weather wear, this close to the autumn the lake felt freezing. The cold water had made my own nipples so hard they almost felt painful but the cold water worked wonders, shocking my system, emptying my mind so I could see just her.
I swam out to her and we lay along side each other, treading water with our hands for a moment, staring back at the incredible view of the lake, with the trees still green and full of life, and the imposing mountains in the background, dominating the skyline. We then lazily swam together, chatting like friends do about my marriage, the twins, their needs and their devotion to each other. She then, like an expert counsellor, turned the conversation to me, discussing my feelings and perceptions. She was right, with the cold dark waters of the lake beneath me, an ever present threat, I was able to unload my frustrations on Molly and she calmly listened and offered advice as we gently made our way across the lake.
“You walked out on Jessica, but do you know why you left your wife?”
“I was angry at her… at them both,” I murmured.
“She laughed at you when you found out about their deception. How did that make you feel?”
“I felt like I had been betrayed by the only person in the world I wanted to trust. I felt…”
“Go on?”
“I felt alone. I’ve always felt alone. Like I’m a spectator in my own life, hoping that someone will finally see me… include me.”
“You feel like no one sees you. That no one understands you. That’s what you need… that’s all you really need, isn’t it? To be seen. Recognised for who you are and all that you are trying to do… for them.”
“I just want everything to be… perfect.”
“Do you realise that nothing will ever be perfect, Jeff? Perfection is unobtainable. Though I see it is part of who you are. You always want to do the right thing… and you expect others to do the right thing by you.”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“But they can never achieve perfection, Jeff. You are an incredible man, almost perfect in every way… almost… but the rest of us… not only can’t we reach perfection, we can’t even achieve the standard you have set for yourself. We are all doomed to fail, Jeff… we are all going to let you down.”
“It’s my fault.”
“I didn’t say that! You like to blame yourself. You’re always torn apart by your own failings and you take on board the failings of others. Rachel betrayed you, with her sister’s help. You’re right, that’s on them. It was particularly nasty because of the promise they made with you… do you know why they broke the promise?”
“They want to share… everything… including me.”
“Not quite, something much bigger drove them to risk everything they cared about.” I stopped swimming, treading water, and Molly swam around to face me. “They want children and they are petrified that they will never have a family of their own. They know it’s a lottery of diminishing returns. If just one of them falls pregnant… they share everything… they both will be happy.”
“What about my happiness?”
Molly’s brow knotted, “Jeff, we both know you would be happy if you made them happy. It’s all you live for! You’ll be the happiest of all… with a daughter of your own… I wish you loved me like you love them…”
“Molly–”
“It’s just the way it is. I accept it. I have a seven year plan… Come on, race you to the platform!”
We swam, talked, and played in the dying sunlight until we eventually made our way over to the small floating dock almost in the middle of the lake. Molly perched her forearms up on the surface of the dock, lifting herself out of the water a little. I followed suit. Damn, there were those amazing tits again. While we swam with Molly I had forgotten that we were both naked. I was skinny dipping with her, in the daylight, and she looked so comfortable exposing herself like that. Those tender, milky mounds which jiggled with her body movements, and those sweet light brown coloured nipples, firm from the cool water. I simply could not believe they were there, and they continued to dominate my mind. They were so beautiful. As we continued to make conversation, I tried not to look at Molly’s tits too much, but after a few seconds, I had already committed them to memory. She was a stunning looking woman and even when I looked at her in conversation, those tits were in the corner of my eye, drawing my vision in their direction.
“Hey, do you want to rest and chat here for a bit? It’ll be dark in an hour, no-one is out here and if they were they wouldn’t see us all the way out here?” Molly inquired, making eye contact.
“The sun can warm us up for the journey back to the shore,” I replied, without thinking. And so Molly began to hoist herself up by her forearms, pulling her lower back out of the water, and then her ass; the cheeks were free again, and they flew past my face with the rest of her legs close behind, until she was completely on the dock, dripping wet and shaking the platform quite a bit. Molly pulled her legs forward, hugged them to her chest, and rotated her body to look at me. I briefly noticed that her heels were in front of her groin at the moment, and her knees were in front of her tits, before I looked up to meet her eyes.
“Need help?” She chirped, extending a hand.
“Thanks, no, I’ve got it,” I replied quickly. Now it hit me that I was going to be pulling my naked body up onto the dock too.
Well, there was no more time to think. I began tensing my arm muscles and hoisting myself out of the water. Before I knew it, my knees were on the platform. I brought them forward and sat my ass down, then turned around. I was now sitting side by side with Molly, looking out at the lake with the shore behind us. We both had our knees in front of us and our feet up on the dock. Then, Molly put her feet and legs down into the water, so that they were hanging over the edge of the dock. Once again, there was that bush. I looked for a second at that, then for a second at her nipples and breasts. My penis was trapped between my thighs, hidden from view, still under the effects of the cold water.
I tried to nonchalantly slide my legs forward, my knees descending to the level of my hips and my feet splashing into the water, followed by my calves. As my thighs made contact with the wet wood, my wet and soft but full cock became visible in the sunlight, sitting between my thighs. Now, we were both in a more relaxed position. We stared out at the water together and continued talking, remarking on the beauty and solitude of the lake. And we were both naked, though we had little reason to look at each other at the moment. All of a sudden, her shoulder and upper arm, still slightly damp, touched mine. She had just shifted position, but now she was basically leaning against me. That made me feel something down below.
“Tell me why you fell in love with Jessica?” Molly asked as we basked in the setting sun rays as they warmed our nude bodies.
“I was never really a go-getter. I’d dream, but there wasn’t much follow through because I was always unsure of myself. But with Jessica it was so very clear to me. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to take care of her. I wanted to tell her about my day. I wanted a future with her.”
“That sounds beautiful… almost idealistic…”
“She challenged me and made me want to do things I’d never done before. She gave me confidence and showered me with unconditional love. She made me happy just by being there… and her smile…”
“That’s why you love to make her happy… that smile makes you want to run though lava for her. Does it surprise you if I told you that you inspire the same feelings in her?”
“Ha, I guess. When it comes to Jessica there’s no logic, no reasoning, no rationale. Just pure, raw emotion.”
“Sounds perfect… romantic… you’re perfect together. Perfect for each other.”
“I love the way her gorgeous green eyes smile with her lips. I love listening to her stories. I love the way she plays with my hair. I love the way we fit together as we hold one another. I just love her. I can’t live without her. I never want to disappoint her… or her sisters.”
“They chose you because they love you. They both chose the same man to father their babies. They both need you to complete them. It’s a race against time… and time is winning. I work with your Mom, I know their history and their fertility levels… if you knew what I knew… you’d forgive them.”
“I have forgiven them. Sophie thinks I need to forgive myself… and find a way to help them… but she is biased. She is terrified that I’m going to divorce Jess and distance myself from her family. I’m the father of her baby… she wants me close… but all of us living together… I don’t have anytime or space to be… just me.”
“You’re young, you’re successful but… every boy needs to play with his toys,” she laughed, “Maybe that’s where I come in? I’m your friend Jeff, I know I’m in a relationship with Rachel, but that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for you. Truth be told… I’m angry with Rachel too. She needed to give Jessica time! She is cheating her sister! Rachel has been having unprotected sex with you for years! She’s been trying to get pregnant since you made your relationship with Jessica official. I’m her lover… and I never felt good enough!” Molly said, her voice betraying her emotion, “As your counsellor I’m supposed to be impartial, but as your friend… what she did harmed our relationship too. Rachel needed to give your marriage a chance. She needed to give you both time. You needed her to give you time with her sister and her greed and jealousy has jeopardized everything.”
“But I still love her.”
“So do I. We must be insane.”
“We probably are.”
“So… let’s be crazy together…”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we’re friends already… more than friends. You can be you… with me. You said yourself that you need time, built into your life, when you can just be you. You need a night out with your mates every so often to give you breathing space in your marriage, and to give me time with my best friend. A boy needs to play with his toys and I can be a toy… a play mate… anything! With no strings attached. I want to be here for you, Jeff. Always. I’ll be your counsellor, your lover, your therapist, your fuck buddy, anything you want me to be… because you want to be all those things to me too.”
“I’ve never had a close friend… like you, Molly.”
“Then I’m applying for the role, if you’ll have me?”
“Besties.” I declared, smiling at her and hugged my cooling body against hers. “I’m not sure I’m crazy enough for you though,” I chuckled.
“Jeff, you’ve spent the last half hour with me, skinny dipping in this beautiful lake, at sunset, naked.”
“I suppose it does sound a little bit crazy.”
“A bit. But it’s also very romantic.”
“And slightly erotic.”
“Only slightly.”
“I’m glad we’ve had this talk, Jeff,” she whispered as she put a comforting arm around me. “You and I… we are good together… It feels different. It feels right. Next time something like this happens, and it will, I want you to lean on me. I won’t push you. I’ll not make demands. I’m your friend, first and foremost. And just so you know, if I had to make a choice between you or Rachel… I’d choose you.”
“I’ll find you.”
“I’ll be waiting. I have six years and eleven months left of our seven year plan… then you had better watch out. I’ll be coming for you! Until then, use me. What are friends for?”
“Have you played Zelda?” I asked, and Molly burst out laughing.
“Which system? Vintage Nintendo? Wii? Switch? Gameboy!”
“An expert! I’ve got the new Switch and the remakes. Do you want to join me for a gaming session sometime?”
“Time with you? I’d do anything.”
“Anything…?” I asked, looking at her naked tanned flesh as the light faded.
“Anything,” she then gently pressed her lips against mine.
I flinched at her kiss, feeling the electricity between us intensify with each passing moment. Our eyes met once again and in that silent exchange, I sensed the unspoken invitation to delve deeper into the intimacy we shared. Leaning in, our bodies gently entwined, the space between us shrinking until there was nothing but the sweet anticipation of our embrace. In that tender moment, time seemed to stand still as our hearts beat in unison, whispering the language of love. And as our lips met once again, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the warmth of our embrace and the promise of a love that knew no bounds.
I pressed my lips softly against her neck, savouring the delicate curve of her skin beneath my touch. I felt a profound sense of connection, as if our souls were speaking the language. And in the quiet intimacy of that embrace, I knew that our bond was more than just physical; it was a testament to the depth of our feelings and the beauty of our shared journey.
Molly was more than a friend. The tender moments unfolded, enveloped by the warmth of the fading sunlight. With a gentle hand, I traced the contours of her shoulder, feeling the anticipation building. The air crackled with anticipation as our eyes locked, silently communicating a shared desire that transcended words. In that intimate exchange, the barriers between us melted away, leaving only the raw vulnerability of our hearts laid bare. Everything went quiet. We were, naked and on display, in the centre of the lake. We had our backs to the shore, maybe, at that distance, observers might assume we were in bathing costumes? Either way, as I realised the role she had created for herself in my life, I felt the weight of our connection deepen, a testament to the trust and love that bound us together.
I kissed her upper breasts and she fell back onto the warm wooden platform. I was above her. The beauty of her femininity revealed itself in the gentle swell of her breasts. With a tender reverence, I caressed the soft, yielding curves of her boobs, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Each gentle stroke elicited a soft sigh, a whispered affirmation of the intimacy we shared. In the quiet of the moment, our hearts beat as one, attuned to the rhythm of desire and affection. With each caress, I sought to convey the depth of my affection, to envelop her in a cocoon of tenderness and passion. And as our bodies melded together in the gentle embrace of the evening, I knew that in her embrace, I had found my sanctuary, my refuge from the chaos of the world beyond.
I caressed her beautiful rounded breasts and leaned in to kiss them. Her tits, so delicious, more delicious than anything I’d ever had. She smiled to herself at my boldness. We felt so comfortable with each other, enjoying the intimacy; pressing my face against her boobs, licking her nipples in the middle of the lake, as the sun set behind the mountains, might’ve been the most beautiful moment of my life. She was moaning and biting her lips as she reached across my thigh and brushed the back of her hand against my stiffening penis. I immediately felt vulnerable and exposed to her but couldn’t stifle a moan. Suddenly an image of Jessica appeared, and with it a desire to share this moment with her… to find her afterwards… and let her reclaim me. The thought caught me off guard and caused me to throb with unexpected incredible pleasure.
Molly’s delicate caress brought me back to her. Her skin was beautifully tanned, soft and warm. I felt her breath, the excitement in her breathing. She stared into my eyes, enjoying my awkwardness. A lustful smirk appeared. She didn’t say anything, instead she created a highly charged but sexual ambience. She sighed and let her hands wander across my own naked flesh, then the sensational feeling of her warm slender fingers lightly massaging my chest and I began slowly pumping my pelvis up and down unconsciously. I started gently stroking her nipples, bringing my fingers up to her plump lips. I played with her soft, pouting mouth for a while and took my hands back down to her nipples, gently teasing them.
“Oh Jeff… I missed your touch… ohhhh,” She moaned quietly in uncontrollable excitement.
Then her right hand moved slowly down to cover my thickening but still floppy penis, still struggling to rise after the coldness of the lake and the frankness of our discussion as we dealt with my fear and anxiety. Molly noticed that there was a clear glistened string of precum dangling from my slit, scooped up that secretion and licked it off her finger. Then, she lifted up my semi-flaccid cock, and retracted my foreskin all the way down the base of my shaft a couple of times to squeeze out more precum, and as a clear round bead oozed from the slit she fondled my dangling testicles. All the while the dark haired woman just stared at me with those pretty brown eyes. She blushed and an unforgettable smile appeared on her face.
“I know what you want.” She teased.
In response I began to pull and pinch her nipples, slowly applying more pressure until she could no longer take the torment. At that point, I leaned closer so our faces were almost touching and drew on her shoulder. She turned to face me and we kissed, her lips soft and yielding, her mouth opening to mine. I broke the kiss and whispered, “Is this still part of my therapy?”
“Will it help if I say yes?” Molly asked in a highly aroused state.
“We are always going to be more than friends but…”
“…but you want to do the right thing,” she completed my sentence. “Then my answer is ‘yes’”
Molly smiled, understanding the conflict raging within me and immediately I felt relieved. Her wetted lips were still slightly parted. I held her stare with a serious look and moved my right hand back down to her lap. I looked deeply into her eyes as I slid my hand from her knee up her inner thigh, moving farther and farther with my wrist until I found her sweet wetness once again. Judging from the soaked condition of her pussy, this whole scene was making her wild lust. My middle and forefingers glided into her hole and pressed against her G-spot as my thumb resumed circling and stroking her clit. Molly’s eyes closed and she inhaled sharply, her breath hitching several times. I would have to watch out for her, I thought. I could easily fall in love and choose a completely different direction for my life.
My index finger brushed against her silky pussy hairs and continued until it pressed against her soft outer lips. She jerked up slightly and inhaled sharply at my touch and I continued to press against her lips. She shifted her legs around and spread them further, lifting her left leg slightly and moving her right leg toward me to open herself to my touch. My finger pressed in between her lips at this movement, and I immediately felt the heat and wetness of her vagina flow across my fingers and palm. Then she gripped my penis tighter, tugging on my erection and pulling the foreskin firmly down, causing me to ooze pre cum.
“Oh my God, Molly,” I moaned excitedly into her ear.
Molly made a little noise and I leaned forward and kissed her cheek as my middle finger slid up and down between her wet lips. I moved my finger slowly to the full extent, rubbing across her clit with my fingertip, circling it gently, then gliding down between her lips, past her vaginal opening into the space between her pussy and her asshole, pressing gently into that sensitive area then drawing my hand up again to caress her clit as her own hand began to gently rise and fall
“I can’t believe I’m letting you do this. I can’t believe we’re doing this…” I murmured unconvincingly as she began to masturbate me.
I moved my lips from her cheek and she turned her face to me and we kissed deeply. She grabbed my wrist with her left hand and pulled it urgently into herself while her right hand grasped my bicep and pulled my upper body into our kiss. I knew she was into this, so I rewarded her by suddenly jamming my finger into her soft pussy to the hilt. She moaned and exhaled into my mouth as we kissed. I inhaled her breath, breathing her air as I pressed my middle finger fractionally farther into her wetness. I used my thumb to tease her swollen clit. She moaned louder into my mouth and pulled harder on both of my arms. I began finger-fucking her harder and faster, taking care not to use too much arm action, so we wouldn’t be noticed.
I realised we had been kissing deeply for a long time and might attract attention. I broke the kiss and Molly began to explore my genitals more thoroughly. She lightly massaged my pre cum around the swollen head and upper shaft. By now I was throbbing uncontrollably and felt the beginning of an orgasm approaching. It was going to be too quick, too soon. The thought of Molly giving me a handjob out here as the sun bathed us in its dying glory was all too arousing. I pulled her closer and tried to kiss her. She obliged, so we kissed passionately. Molly was an excellent kisser. The feeling of her tongue probing and flicking in my mouth was incredible. I felt her fingers slowly massage my erection, as we kissed, the intervals between switching back and forth between working my foreskin and jerking my shaft kept getting shorter and shorter. It took less and less strokes in each area before she started really getting into it. Eventually, I slid my middle and ring finger back into her pussy and used my thumb on her clit. In short order, she was straining and pulling against my hands and my legs.
Then she pulled away and as she stared at me with that sexy smirk. We could hear someone in the distance but we somehow remained unobserved in the middle of the lake as the skies began to darken with purple and gold. It was then I realised how exciting it was to be out there, surrounded by nature, making out with my best friend and more. It felt like an introduction to exhibitionism; people could, potentially, see us. It felt hot, more dangerous, even exciting. There was no way I was going to stop now. We had been together often enough that I knew how her breathing changed as orgasm approached, so when she got to that point, I stopped.
As I looked at Molly, she deliberately began to move her right hand up to her mouth and began to lick the palm of her hand slowly whilst staring at me. It was an incredible tease. I felt panic settle into my soul once more and she sensed my change in demeanor.
“What’s wrong?”
“I–I– made a promise… to Jessica… I can’t have sex with you.” I was surprised to see Molly’s face transition into a broad smile.
“You’re thinking of her now aren’t you?” Molly’s eyes sparkled, “Even out here, a million miles away from your wife. You left her, Jeff. You’re separated.” It was a statement but she implied it like it was a question. Almost as if she was testing me.
“Jessica is still my wife. She’s seeking help to fix our relationship. We’re still married… I still love her.”
“I can see that… but she does like to share…” Again this felt like she was testing me.
“I promised her… that until we conceived… that I’d only have safe sex. I don’t have any condoms,” I confessed. My marriage had to still mean something. My promise though meant everything… and that surprised me.
“Don’t worry, Jeff, I know that’s important to you. Your relationship with her is important to me so I’m not going to proposition you for sex,” she whispered in a hot husky voice. “But I want to give you a handjob before we go back to the café. I need your head to be clear.”
I whimpered a little bit and we both giggled as her now wet hand descended back to my penis. It gave a little jump, as if coming to attention, standing proud; my erect cock, stretching from hairy groin to my bellybutton. It was the angry weapon of a sleeping stranger, emerging from its cocoon. Sitting up, she grasped it carefully, and watched as she carefully pulled down the roll of skin ringing its tip. The tip slipped out. It was purple-red.
Molly began giving my hard cock a dreamy stroking, sliding her fist up and down. She stared at the thick ridge that ran from tip to balls. I swam slowly up from an amazing instantly-lost dream and lifted my eyes. I watched for a while, silently, the dark-haired girl with the cute nose shyly stroking my cock. I breathed deeper, and propped myself up on my elbows, watching my best friend lick her lips, focused on the new toy.
“Two can play at that game,” I said, and began to gently cup and squeeze her tits.
Her skin was so silky and pure and her large breasts were full of sexual desire. As I watched she opened her legs slightly to enable me to see her pussy lips below the dark pubic hair.
“Yes, Jeff. Touch me,” she almost pleaded as she took my hand from her breasts and placed it on her tummy, “Make me cum.”
Her stomach was warm to my hand and, though I knew I shouldn’t, I traced a trail down to her pussy. Molly groaned as my fingers threaded their way through her pussy hair towards her secret depths. I caressed her labia and they yielded to my gentle pressure and opened up to the moistness beneath.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she panted.
One finger slipped into her and the inside of her pussy felt like liquid velvet. I moved slowly in and out trying to give her the pleasure she wanted and needed, matching her stroking of my cock. To my surprise, Molly leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t a deep kiss, but it was very intense for me. I kissed her back, and when I parted my mouth to snake my tongue out, I found hers already on its way into my mouth. In one giant sensation of sexual pleasure, I thrust myself against her, and her fingers wrapped sensually around my penis and squeezed softly. I moved our position on the platform so that her legs could spread wider apart and I propped myself to face her and together we watched as my lubricated finger pushed its way deep into her as far as I could go. As I withdrew my finger I pulled all of the way out to feel her clit. As expected it was hard.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” she pleaded again.
I placed fingers at the top of her pussy lips and pulled them apart and then pushed back the hood of her clit. Spreading my fingers further her pinkish-red pearl was now on display. I inserted two fingers fully into her pussy so I could rub the front walls of her vagina. As I did so I began to flick lightly on her clit with my thumb. She was so hot and was groaning and moaning with pleasure. Her hands were rubbing her tummy and then up to her tits, squeezing them and pulling on her brown nipples. Her pelvis was pushing up to meet my hand as I continued finger fucking her. She was now beyond control, as I sucked on her titties, strumming her clit rapidly. Surprising me again, she pulled me from her breasts, clamped her mouth to mine, and we kissed somewhat passionately, but I was fully submitting to her now like an obedient child. With her tongue in my mouth and her hand jerking me off firmly, I felt my balls rise and my cock expand in her little hand.
“Let’s cum together,” Molly gasped, gripping my precum coated cock and pumped her hand rapidly, up and down. A few seconds later, her other hand found my poor tortured balls and began to fondle them… before descending down and around, sending a slimy finger between my bum cheeks. The slippery finger easily slipped inside my open sphincter. My balls pulled up tight against my body with such force that it was painful and at the same moment Molly pushed her finger hard against my prostate.
My scream was muffled by Molly’s lovely lips grinding against my mouth. Her most intense orgasm started just after mine. It felt like hot liquid was boiling in my balls and fired out of my cock with bullet-like velocity. I came with such force that it took my breath away, my body shaking with the force of the orgasm, pulling inward, and straining every muscle as I launched my cream high into the air. I shot volley after volley of cum in a perfect arc fountaining out of my cock.Suddenly she screamed, “Fuck! Yes! It’s happening! Oh fuck, help me, help meeee!”
Molly’s vagina tightened on my fingers and then she let out a wailing noise as she climaxed. Her body shuddered and as I lifted my head I could see her tits bouncing and her stomach rippling with pleasure as streams of my hot cum landed across my chest and stomach as she pumped and I ejaculated again and again. I couldn’t tell you how many times. It came splashing down on my chest and tummy. Molly’s finger pressed against my prostate in harmony with my own spasms. It seemed to increase the force of each spurt. My penis finally softened slightly, my balls were aching and my ass burned and Molly removed her finger from my ass.
My heart was pounding and my chest was heaving as I breathed hard through my nose. Molly’s climax was just ending and my mouth was still covered by her feverish kisses. She held onto my gooey cock, masturbating me gently, keeping me hard, as we kissed like lovers. How could we ever be just friends? It was a crazy notion. Time no longer had any meaning, the sun’s rays caressed our skin, now glistening with sweat, there was no wind to cool us. I was in a state of perpetual bliss as Molly’s slender fingers wanked my cum lubricated cock and my fingertips gently stoked her G-Spot. Through my serotonin fogged mind I felt Molly’s hand move faster… and faster… and faster… Her tiny wrist almost a blur, working me hard. Then, without warning, I exploded a second time, this time barely able to groan as she aimed my lurching tool at her tits and a perfect pearlescent rope of spunk landed across them both, hanging from the peaks. All this time she continued with her perineum massage until I was completely drained. My two fingers remained inside her and I continued to rub and encircle the front wall of her vagina.
I closed my eyes and lay my head back down on the platform, my mind seeing distorted, blurry shapes and colours. I knew I had had a full body orgasm, the most intense sexual experience of my life. I was so tired; all I could think of was sleep, even though I was completely covered in my own cum. She continued gently masturbating me, weakly thrusting my hips forward while she firmly held onto me, milking me of semen and pleasure as I twitched and shook, all the while still kissing me. I whimpered as she pulled her face away finally, but kept my penis in her loving grasp. She slid her thumb under the head of my dick and stimulated me in that sensitive spot, literally coaxing another jet of sperm from my balls. The experience was just as emotional as it was sexual, and I couldn’t have felt more love for my best friend and therapist.
“Now hold me. Just hold me,” she said sweetly.
I rolled over next to her, our sticky bodies rubbing together and her hands went round me to squeeze me tightly to her. My fingers were still deep inside her vagina and she put one leg over mine so that I could continue fingering her. She was so sensitive I felt sure she would come again as I continued playing inside her honey pot. She whimpered, a strange sound left her lips and I felt her nectar pouring onto my hand as she came once more. “I love you, I love you,” Molly cried out in joy as waves of pleasure continued to radiate outwards through her body and overwhelmed her mind while I grunted with the effort of pumping seemingly endless streams of hot cum.
We both fell back on the platform exhausted by the effort of our mutual masturbation, covered in a sheen of sweat that shone like gold in the fiery glow of dusk. As my cock deflated it seeped a glistening silver stream of cum, the physical evidence of the consummation of our libidinous love, a bond of lust that would forever exist between us. She made her last wrist movements on my slippery penis with slow deep movements.
“Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Molly sighed deeply as she collapsed gently onto me again and I hugged her and caressed her head. She hummed under her breath for a moment, while her breathing slowly calmed down. “Hmm… Hmm… hm.”
I felt a warm glow fill me that felt like sunlight that once bathed us both. We lay there quietly for a few minutes and I did my best to keep us together. I didn’t want to lose this nice warm feeling. It wasn’t a pink, soft glow like a love crush. It was a deep amber, orange-yellow glow of warmth and euphoria, emanating from Molly’s heart and surrounded me like a sunny summer afternoon.
“I’m a mess,” I panted after a minute.
“Me too, but I think it was soooo nice that we could do this for each other. The swim back will clean us up…”
“I’m glad I came,” I said simply as we untwined ourselves and she curled up into my body. She was very blissed out and needy for cuddles.
“Nobody does that better,” she purred, kissing my forehead. “Do you feel better now?” I nodded, but my breathing was too ragged to speak. She lightly ran her hand along the length of my shaft, and I looked down to see what a mess I had made of us both. There was cum everywhere, but neither of us cared. “Don’t worry about Rachel,” Molly said, laying on her back but turning her head to smile at me. “Leave her to me, she’s my incumbency; I’ll smooth things over. Your responsibility is Jessica.”
We just laid there for a while, Molly gently stroking my slimy softened penis while I caressed her breasts. There was something so innocently arousing about the situation, I couldn’t see why anyone would see anything wrong with this. We stared up at the first twinkling stars together, our bodies stretched out beside one another, arms and shoulders pressed together, as if we were sharing a bed. I could glance over and, out of the corner of my eye, see her nipples sticking up; softer now but more beautiful and alluring due to their attachment to her sweet little breasts.
Molly and I continued to talk intermittently as we gazed up at the stars, until she stopped saying anything. Had she fallen asleep? I turned my head and confirmed my suspicion: her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell steadily and heavily. She looked so beautiful and pure lying there unadorned and unashamed, her breasts bare for the world to see, her legs limp and slightly spread, allowing her sex to breathe. I propped myself up on my right arm and watched her breasts rise and fall, drinking in every inch of their smooth surface, a line of cum still adorning them. Her long eyelashes batted, alerting me to her watchful gaze, and she smiled when I noticed her. Then beyond her, on the dock, I saw a figure.
“Someone’s watching!” I hissed.
She turned around and the figure waved and Molly waved back.
“It’s my grandmother, look, she’s brought us some towels,” she said as the figure in the distance bent down and deposited a soft looking package, “Come on, it’s getting dark and we need to get back to the café. Race you to the dock!”
She smiled mischeviously, stood up, and before I could say anything she gracefully dived back into the dark waters of the lake. I laughed and jumped in after her.
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Back on the shore, we relocated our clothes and began to dress, having dried off. When we were both decent, as the moon bathed us in silvery light, we held hands. The measure of distance between us told of a space in our connection we had yet to overcome. Lovers, obviously, would have been closer together, perhaps in a tangle of limbs. Even friends, who feel at home with one another by long acquaintance, would have been closer. In the aftermath of our sex act, the barrier for physical contact was harder to break now. We stood apart, but dangerously close. Neither of us wanted to ruin the fragile contact we had built.
“What is the best counselling session you ever had?” she asked. She tilted her head. Her curls had shrunk as they had absorbed the lake water, and were now slowly releasing their contents again. A drop separated itself from a strand and slowly trickled down her boob. She wiped it away and moved her feet a couple of inches closer to mine. Was it an invitation? Or just a natural change of posture? I moved closer until we were almost touching.
“That was my only counselling session I’ve ever had,” I responded, “but it helped. I didn’t realise I was carrying so much… baggage. The road ahead seems clearer, thanks to you.”
The heat that the cold lake water had dispelled was now returning in force, colouring our cheeks.
“I guess it just feels really natural between us,” she said. “With some people you really have to put a lot of work in. You are constantly asking questions to keep it from getting awkward.”
“You showed me the way. You’re talented.”
She looked at me with a straight face and said, “I think it’s my tits.” The impish sheen returned to her eyes. With an exaggerated slowness, she wiped another droplet from her breast. Her thumb slid over her nipple with more force than necessary.
“See, you can’t stop looking at them.”
“They are very nice tits,” I replied. She laughed and as I looked at her, her face had lost the devilish glow. Her brow had the slightest scrunch, like she was thinking about something.
“You know…” She cut off, seemingly hesitant.
“What?” I asked.
She slowly moved closer, and partly rose so that her mouth was close to my ear. Her breasts were now right in front of my eyes, sloping downward more than usual, caught by gravity. “I have a feeling you won’t be sleeping alone tonight,” she whispered in my ear. My breath caught in my throat. I was at a loss for words.
“I… I don’t know,” I managed to squeeze out as a faint whisper, blushing.
“I do. Before we go…?” she asked with a low voice. Her breath was hot in my ear. “…can kiss you?”
I moved my head, so that I was now directly looking into her eyes. There was a frantic edge to them, as if she was doing her best to keep still. Her body seemed tight, like she was an arrow about to be released. “Yes,” I answered.
Our lips touched. Lightly at first, then we slowly melted into one another, feeling and adjusting. She liked her mouth more open, and I responded. I liked to switch between using more of my lips and my tongue, and she tuned into my rhythm. I was getting hard again. All the while she was staring at me. I moved a hand to her back and gently pulled her in, finally bridging the gap between us. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest. The deep rosy smell he had first noticed on her clothing was stronger than ever. I was drowning in it. Blood was rushing to my face, making me feel hot and breathless. Breaking contact to catch my breath, I realised that we were still very much on a public beach, I was very much excited, and we were doing something that definitely crossed the borders of propriety.
“Aren’t you worried that we’ll get caught?” I asked.
“Isn’t that a little exciting though?” she responded. Then gave me a mischievous grin. “You’re amazing, Jeff. Always remember, no matter what comes next, I’m here for you. Besties for life… Now come on, my grandmother has prepared something special. Let’s go.”
She pulled away, leaving me a little awkward with my obvious excitement. I followed her ass as she sprinted to the top of the little hill between the lake and the lodges, still amazed how her muscles showed as she moved. Then grabbed the towels and caught her up, grabbing her hand and laughing together we made our way through the darkness back to the café.
That now very familiar building beckoned to us with its warm glow as we approached. The car park was mostly empty and we couldn’t see any patrons inside. The flickering light that attracted us was caused by candles on the tables, the main lights were off, and the cozy café looked inviting and romantic.
“Wow! This is a new look!” I commented as we stopped at the front doors.
“It was Rachel’s idea to get customers in on weekend evenings,” she said squeezing my hand, “It was inspired by your early dates! She thought more people from the city might travel up here for intimacy and a little privacy… it hasn’t bedded in yet.”
“It looks warm and inviting… It makes me feel like I should kiss you goodnight or something.” I said to her as she reached for the door handle.
She stopped. “It does, doesn’t it? You might even say romantic…” she laughed nervously in reply.
“Thank you so much for your patience with me. It’s been a long week and I guess I am… pretty lonely.”
“I’ll be here for you whenever you need me. I had a great time with you, Jeff.”
“I had a great time, too, and thank you for thinking of me. You know, for getting me out and about for some fun… and the counselling of course,” I told her.
“You’re welcome,” she said softly, “Before we step inside… Do you want that goodnight kiss?”
I thought about it for only a moment then leaned into her, quickly licking her dry lips, her eyes closing as our lips came closer, my heart pounding loudly in our ears, her skin hot as sensed felt the flush rise in her chest. Our lips met, gently, sweetly, touching for only a brief time, yet I felt a jolt of electricity from my lips to my toes. That moment seemed like an eternity; she stepped back, still holding my hand.
“Wow.” She said as she backed up, her fingertips touching her lips, making sure they were still there as she remembered the sparks.
“Yeah, wow.” I said.
I stepped towards her. She was wearing heels tonight which brought her closer to my height, but still shorter than me. I reached out to her, my arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her toward me, our bodies touching, our eyes locked on one another. My free hand touched her, just under her chin, tilting her face upwards to me. I brought my head down, our lips meeting again gently. I pulled away briefly and when our lips met again, hers parted, the tip of her tongue gently touching my soft lips, lightly probing, my lips parting to allow her tongue to explore. Our kiss became more passionate as she lifted her arms to me, one hand on my neck, the other under my arm wrapping to my back, our tongues entwined.
“Okay,” she said with a sigh as she broke their kiss. “I have a confession; I have a gift for you,” she chuckled.
“A gift?” he asked.
“It’s waiting for you. My grandmother has set it up inside,” she said with a smile.
“Ooh! A coffee!” I guessed, as she led me through the doors, “A cookie!” I added.
“It’s at your usual table.” She said as she tiptoed up for one last kiss before turning away, heading to the kitchen, probably to look for her gran. I made my way into the restaurant.
“Ah!” I shouted towards the counter, “Some sweet cherry pie–”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Jessica.
My sweet Cherry Pie was sitting in the booth, smiling at me. She gave me a cute little, tentative wave.
My heart immediately rejoiced. Tears immediately sprang from my eyes and Jessica’s gorgeous green eyes became instantly glassy, sparkling in the candle light emanating from the centre of the table. My attraction was sudden, mutual and almost overwhelmingly intense. As soon as I saw her, I was overwhelmed with love. It was like the good all days, our stolen dates here, away from the rest of the world and her presence triggered an aching yearning deep in my loins.
“I’ve missed you,” she said as her tears began to fall from her face.
I slipped into the booth opposite her and we both reached out and held each other’s hands.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
Get Lucky continues in Chapter 23 “Fate”
Sex-Storytime 