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Three Sisters
by Rory (roryviolette@hotmail.com)

***

It's the story of three unusually good sisters of my 
wife. All are married. All have children. All are good, 
faithful wives. And all are visiting their parents 
without their families -- at different times for 
various reasons. During their visits, I find a way to 
tackle the problem of joining them for a night of 
romance. Each one submits, but in a different way, 
under different circumstances and with one very 
surprising result. (M/F+, cheat)

***

Part I

To see the three of them, well, it was more than just a 
chance to daydream. They were sexy, lovely, intelligent 
women. All of them enjoyed the good things in life – 
education, music, fine literature, among other quality 
joys. I was married to their sister. It was a strong 
family, religious in nature and reached far to do the 
right things in life. We all did. 

Sex outside of marriage was considered an absolute 
cardinal sin in life. It would never be contemplated, 
much less carried out. Besides, all three seemed to be 
fairly satisfied in their bedroom pursuits. In fact, 
all three were married to fine, educated and sensitive 
men. It's just that they weren't always around.

It's not hard to see yourself in a state where you're 
sharing a sexual experience with them. It's nice to 
daydream. I might even add there were times that I 
carried their faces and bodies with me as I sort of 
self-massaged myself. Each of them carried their own 
individual aura of sexual awareness.

Melanie was slim, lovely, and, rumor had it, loved to 
make sounds while lovemaking. She was the classic "does 
she, or doesn't she?" when it came to guessing about 
what she did behind closed doors.

Amy, fairly plump yet pleasing to the eye, was the most 
introverted, at least sexually. Rarely did she make 
smalltalk about an act that was deemed private.

Meredith dressed down, rarely choosing to wear clothing 
that preemed her slim, lithe body. She would prefer 
old, baggy shirts and jeans to a classy outfit.

All were mothers, though that particular lifestyle 
often weighted down their chances to delight in life. 
Young children seemed to pile on their growth as they 
entered their late 30s and early 40s. As they grew 
older, each one seemed to mellow delightfully into more 
beautiful and sexy women.

They loved to visit their hometown. Their parents were 
still around, so they loved to host their children and 
their families. It worked best, however, when only one 
family appeared at a time. Over a period of one month 
during a particular summer, Amy, Melanie and Meredith 
would spend a week at home – but without their working 
husbands.

**

Amy was the first to arrive. She came in with her two 
boys on a Saturday night. She flew into the Palm 
Springs Airport. I picked them up, since everyone else 
was busy with a local pageant. Amy and I had a chance 
to chat on the way back home. Amy said she missed her 
husband, Jack, already.

"We were halfway here, in the air," she said, "when I 
realized how horny I was. I won't be seeing Jack until 
next week. I don't know what I'm going to do." Long 
before she was married, Amy would share little inner 
thoughts like that with me. Once she married, Amy never 
spoke like that around Jack, who was a close-to-the-
vest, very conservative individual. But Jack wasn't 
here.

"Horny, huh?" I looked over at her, smiling, then 
playfully rubbed her thigh.

Amy just smiled. It was easy to tell that she was tired 
from the trip. Two small kids kept her rolling. When we 
got to her parents' house, she asked how long everyone 
would be. I looked at my watch, which read 5:15. "They 
won't be home until after nine," I said.

"The kids are really tired," she said. "Help me get 
them into bed. I think I'll take a shower."

I helped her get Ruby, 3, and Alex, 4, into their 
pajamas. There was no trouble coaxing them to sleep in 
a bed set aside by Joe and Maria, her mom and dad. They 
really cleaned the place up for their childrens' 
visits.

Amy went off into the shower. I felt a little envious 
of her shower. I'd worked that day in the yard and felt 
a little grimy. I didn't have time to shower before I 
took the 45-minute drive to the airport. When Amy got 
her towel and said she'd be "out in a minute," I joked 
to her, "I'd like to take a shower, too."

She must've gotten the message. She wasn't in the 
shower for more than two minutes when she called out, 
"I left my towel in the bedroom. Can you bring it to 
me?"

I opened the door slightly, slowly handing the towel 
inside the room. I could hear the water running. Just 
when I dropped the towel on the basin, a hand grabbed 
my wrist. It was Amy. "Come in here, you dirty boy."

Amy was wearing nothing. Her large breasts were still 
rather tight on her plump body. She wasn't exactly 
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit material, but so what? She 
was dripping with sexuality. "Come take a shower with 
me."

What was I supposed to say?

Slowly, Amy helped me undress. In the process, she 
massaged my Cock with all the respect and delicacy it 
deserved. By the time I stepped into the shower with 
her, my Cock was three-quarters erect. I was nervous as 
hell. But the warm water relaxed me. We washed each 
other. Amy lathered up her hair with shampoo and I 
massaged her secret areas.

I ran my cock into her ass a few times. She moaned 
gently when I got it about halfway up. "I'm not used to 
that," she said. "Jack and I are pretty straight-
laced."

"Don't worry," I assured her. "We'll do some wild stuff 
– if you want."

She smiled and nodded. "I want to." I could hardly wait 
until the shower was over. When it was, Amy dried me 
and I did the same for her. Just outside the bathroom 
was the bedroom in which we'd be fucking. Amy had just 
one objective before getting to business. She had to 
brush the kinks out of her hair.

Once she did that, she dropped all her inhibitions. She 
collapsed around my lower half and started sucking my 
Cock and balls. Taking her time, Amy deep-throated me 
and drove me half-insane. What a feeling. The shower 
had cleansed me and warmed me up. Amy's delightful oral 
pleasures had relaxed me. It was better than tuning up 
with a drink.

While sucking my Cock, I reached down to massage her 
vagina area. I could hear a light gasp when I touched 
her "spot." I gently ran two fingers around her G-Spot. 
There were times it grabbed her, taking her mouth of my 
Cock, gasping for air. We were really working each 
other over. I could hardly wait to fuck her.

"I'm not sure," she said, "but I think we'd better use 
a rubber."

I didn't answer. She went back to sucking my Cock and 
balls. When she deep-throated me again, the explosion 
was awesome. It came ripping out, down her throat. 
Saying she'd never before experienced swallowing – 
"Jack could never cum while I blew him" – the load just 
found its way.

"I'll tell you something," I said. "I'm at the point in 
my life where I don't cum twice in one session. I don't 
think I'll need a rubber."

When we moved our bodies into position to fuck, she 
said, "You'd better not cum. Right now, I'm as ready to 
get pregnant as I've ever been. Be careful."

I shook my head. "No worries," I told her. Amy wasn't 
slim and trim, like her sisters Melanie and Meredith. 
But she spread her plump legs and my Cock just found 
the mark. Amy easily accepted my nine inches of 
manhood. The fun was just beginning.

First, I was on top for a few minutes. Then we were on 
our sides, I was thrusting in from behind. Then she 
straddled my Cock, first facing away from me, then 
turning to face me while I sucked her nipples. It was 
about as erotic a time as I could ever recall.

Amy was full of surprises. I asked her, "When are you 
going to cum?" I hadn't detected any releases in her 
yet. She said, "I've already cum three times. I came 
right away when you started massaging me."

God, that got me going, big-time. Knowing that I'd 
gotten Amy off three times already, my Cock came to 
life even more. I rolled her over and got on top, 
spreading her legs straight up. She was wide open and I 
was back and forth, up and down, fast-fucking her, then 
taking it slow and easy. I could tell she was into it.

Then it happened. My Cock was ready to explode again. 
Amy was right. We should've used a rubber. She was so 
horny and sexy, so easy and delightful, my Cock just 
went into another gear. It popped another load. 
Fortunately, Amy was so full of wetness, she didn't 
seem to notice. I couldn't believe she didn't open her 
eyes in pure shock and say something.

But she didn't. I knew we were both at risk. She'd told 
every breathing family member and friend that she was 
through having children. She was 41, having started her 
family later in life. It was a sickening thought that 
Amy might be at risk for another pregnancy. I kept my 
mouth shut.

A couple hours later, her mom and dad showed up. By 
this time, Amy was showered and dressed and I was at 
home. Before I left, I said, "Are you going to be my 
girlfriend?"

She smiled and said, "I hope we can get together 
again."

* * *

Part II

Amy and her kids flew back home in a few days. We 
repeated our sex scene once more – it was hard to get 
her alone between her parents and my family. Once we 
got together, it was more of the same. It wasn't as 
good. Maybe the thrill died off, for me and for her. We 
had each other in our grasps for future times.

Two days after flying out, her younger sister, Meredith 
came to visit. It was an interesting time for this 32-
year-old, slim, slight-busted, beautiful woman who was 
mother to five children. But she came to visit alone. 
Seems that she and her husband, Kerry, were having some 
problems. It was agreed that Meredith would visit her 
parents, sans kids, in hopes of improving some sagging 
times.

She came at an inopportune time for her parents. Though 
happy to see all their children, Joe and Maria had a 
life to lead. They were good friends with Hal and Nancy 
on the next block. A couple months earlier, the four 
had bought tickets to a major musical in Los Angeles. 
Once they left for the 8 o'clock curtain time, they'd 
be gone at least five hours. Meredith would be alone. 
Or so it seemed.

It was a chance to catch up on her reading, she told 
her folks. It would be pajamas on at darkness, into the 
well-lit bedroom with a book and some chips and soda. 
For Meredith, it was the quiet night she'd long to 
have. She loved her children, bless her heart, but 
occasionally it was time to spoil herself.

I parked my truck on the end of the street, just 
waiting for Joe and Maria to take off. I waited an 
extra 10 or 15 minutes since they were the absent-
minded people who would return home in search of 
something they'd forgotten – say, the musical tickets. 
Sure enough, the four had returned. Maria went inside, 
coming out with something she'd forgotten. I 
congratulated myself for having the foresight to 
consider such a plan. I felt it was a good sign of 
things to come.

To say I was even halfway certain I could work myself 
into bed with Meredith would be an absolute lie. I gave 
myself less than a one percent chance and that was just 
to have her consider such an option. I worked this plan 
with a couple thoughts in mind:

One, that Meredith wanted to reach out while consoling 
herself about a sagging marriage. She was a faithful 
wife, but we'd always had a fun relationship. I was 15 
years older, but we often had sparked up a good time 
when we were together.

The other thought was that Meredith was so conscious of 
not causing trouble, well, she'd never cop to the fact 
that her brother-in-law would ever make a play for her. 
Sure, it was possible. But no way would she tell her 
husband, her parents or her sister. She was a 
peacemaker, always looking to stray away from trouble. 
It was that way at home. She wanted to avoid such a 
scene.

She smiled radiantly when she answered my knock. She 
hadn't quite jumped into her pajamas as planned. 
Meredith opened the door for me. I entered and gave her 
a welcome hug.

"I can't believe you're here," I said, smiling. "I hope 
you have a good time."

"I hope so, too," she said. "Come on in. Sit down. 
Let's talk."

There were no questions about where her sister was, or 
why I was there without her. That's Meredith's style. 
She didn't pry. She accepted things as they were. We 
talked for several minutes, exchanging ideas about 
music, movies, books and kids. We stayed away from her 
marital difficulties she was having with Kerry.

I agreed with her on just about everything and it 
seemed to put her in a higher spirit. She was friendly 
and outgoing. Her physical beauty seemed so much better 
than ever. I had known her since she was 10. I watched 
her grow up as a beautiful child into a sexy adult 
woman. She was as feminine as they come.

"I'll bet Kerry's missing you right now."

"Maybe. I miss him, I guess."

I ignored the "I guess" part. "You look a little bit 
stressed."

"I do."

I nodded, showing compassion – fake as it was. "Yes, 
you do. It's all right. You're entitled to be stressed. 
It hurts me, but you're entitled."

"Do you have a cure?"

At that moment, I could tell something positive was 
about to happen. Did I have a cure? That was an 
invitation to something. My cure would be to offer her 
a massage. And we all know what a massage can do; it's 
often the pipeline to sexual fantasies. But not always. 
I stood up and walked behind her chair and placed my 
hands on her shoulders.

"No charge for this massage," I joked.

"Aaaah, that feels good."

I stopped the massage. "Hmmm."

"What's the matter?"

"Oh, this chair. It's hard to reach over the top."

"How about if I get on the floor."

"That'll work."

I started the massage again, then started fussing 
again. My knees were too strained to offer a proper 
massage. "Well, this is uncomfortable, too. Let's try 
something else."

Meredith sensed that, perhaps, I was trying to work my 
way out of this. I was, perhaps, trying to work my way 
into the bedroom. That would be THE place to go.

"That's okay. You don't have to."

"Let's find a bed. We'll be more comfortable."

I helped her off the floor and we walked down the 
hallway to a fabulous guest bedroom. It was a Queen-
sized bed, made up beautifully – almost like a luxury 
hotel.

"Get on the bed," I said.

Meredith dutifully complied. I mean, why shouldn't she? 
Meredith was about to get a massage. Almost anyone 
would take an order like that. She slipped easily onto 
the center of the bed and I followed her. She lied down 
and I started massaging her back and neck. Meredith 
moaned in pleasure and I continued.

I pulled off her shoes, and mine, "just to get a little 
more comfortable. I don't want to get Maria's bedspread 
dirty."

I thought that was kind of me. Of course, I had other 
things in mind. My fingers rubbed her back, feeling the 
straps of her bra which was underneath her shirt. My 
hands slipped underneath her shirt to feel skin. I 
worked her lower back and her upper back, working my 
fingers underneath her bra strap.

"You know," I said, just as kind of a test, "you really 
ought to take that thing off." I was referring to her 
bra.

"Really?" she said.

"I can just move my fingers anywhere on your back. If 
you want to."

I stood behind her as she reached up under her shirt to 
unhook her bra. She was in a sitting position as she 
pulled her B-cup bra out from under her shirt. I kept 
her in that position, starting to rub her shoulders, 
then slid my hands down her back.

My goal was to get under her shirt and get to her 
nipples. We continued to talk – movies, books, TV, you 
name it. Just trying to keep it comfortable. I started 
talking about my neighbor who just had a baby.

"Lori was overdue by a couple weeks," I said. "She was 
miserable."

"What did she do?"

"Massage."

"What – massage?"

"She heard someone say something about nipple massage."

"Nipple massage?"

"Yeah, she read or heard somewhere that pregnant women 
can get into labor if someone massages her nipples. 
It's not supposed to be a sexual thing. I mean, for 
crying out loud, the last thing she wants at a time 
like that is sex."

"That's for sure."

"No, she used nipple massage. She claimed it worked. 
Within a couple of hours, she went to the hospital. She 
had the baby that night."

"Who did the massage? Her husband?"

I laughed. "No. I did."

"WHAT!"

"No, but I would've liked to. Lori's a nice looking 
babe. I would've loved to do that for her."

"So it worked?"

"I think so."

"Wow."

God, my heart was racing. Here I was massaging 
Meredith's neck and back and I'm talking nipple 
massage. Such talk, I was hoping, would inspire her to 
want that for herself.

"I know you're not pregnant," I said, slowly moving my 
fingers underneath her shirt toward her breasts, "but 
if you want to try it . . ."

I felt a faint resistance. This wasn't part of the 
bargain, I was sure she was thinking. Touching her 
breasts, her nipples? All she had to do was move away, 
or push my hands off, or say something – anything. 
There was a little hunch of her shoulders. Was she 
saying no?

My Cock was hardening. My fingers reached their desired 
point. I was starting to sweat slightly. This was 
nerve-racking and probably for her, too. Meredith 
rested her shoulders. My fingers lightly massaged the 
nipples on her slight breasts. They were rather 
smallish, but it was part of her female "spots." This 
was the way to go.

Quickly, her nipples, like my Cock, hardened. It was a 
sign of eroticism.

"Mmmmmmmm," she was saying. I moved my hands off her 
nipples, back to her shoulders and back. Just to make 
sure I still had the pathway to her nipples, I went 
back there again.

"Feeling okay?"

"Mmmmmm, hmmmmmmm."

Her head was falling backward in pleasure. Her breasts 
were completely open to my hands. I bent down and 
kissed her slightly on the neck under her left ear. She 
didn't seem to mind. My Cock was giving me the signal. 
I mean The Signal. Go For It!

Both my hands slid down her side, still in massage 
mode. I slipped them inside her pants, her panties. 
Meredith didn't seem to mind. She didn't resist. I was 
halfway there. Or was I?

I tried to initiate a lift, to get her to rise up from 
her sitting position. I wanted my hands inside her 
pants. I grabbed her by the hips and gently pulled her 
upward. She complied. What happened next was sheer 
magnificence. She grabbed my right hand. I thought she 
was going to remove it from her body. I thought, "this 
is it. It's over. She'll get annoyed and stop this 
whole thing."

Instead, she guided my right hand toward her pussy. Oh, 
god. It was happening! She was going along! The massage 
idea worked! My fingers felt her pussy. It was solid 
moisture. Her clit seemed to ripen between two fingers.

"Ohhhh, goodddddd," she said.

As always, the next step would be a little tricky. I 
wanted to take my own clothes off and let her catch a 
glimpse of my Cock. I wanted her lips and her blond 
head bobbing up and down on me. Instead, I removed her 
shirt, while she unbuckled her own pants. She quickly 
slid them off and threw them to the floor. I wanted my 
clothes off. My Cock was stiff as a bread roller. I 
couldn't wait to unleash it from my pants.

Instead, I dove headfirst into Meredith's pussy. It was 
lightly-haired, so absolutely feminine and beautiful. 
The moisture was intense. I licked her clit, dug my 
tongue inside her pussy and lightly rubbed her ass with 
both hands. I reached up to continue the massage of her 
lower back. She writhed in pleasure.

My mouth continued to fondle her pussy. Her legs were 
spread so far apart, it seemed like she was ready to 
pull them off. She wanted her pussy as wide open as she 
could get it.

For a woman who had five babies, she was in remarkable 
condition. Her pussy was still tight. And it was ready 
for business. Slowly, I pulled myself off her and 
started unclothing myself. She finally opened her eyes 
and watched me. Meredith rolled her fingers inside her 
pussy, then put them up to her mouth and licked them.

Then she stared down at my bulging Cock. I wanted her 
to dive right on it, to take it in her mouth and deep-
throat it like her older sister, Amy, had done only 
days earlier. I wanted to share that experience with 
Meredith but, of course, I didn't dare.

So what was I supposed to do with my Cock? She wasn't 
going to lick it. Did she want it inside her pussy? I 
wouldn't have minded going there first. But I always 
wanted my pole in my partner's mouth and throat before 
I started fucking her. I was still wanting her pussy in 
my mouth, so I resumed that position and masturbated on 
the bed while I ate her.

Finally, I said, "Are you ready to return the favor?"

Meredith didn't say a single word. She arose from her 
prone position, took my Cock in her hands and daintily 
placed it into her mouth. She tongued the tip of my 
Cock, taking only that part into her mouth – a long way 
from a deep throat.

Although Meredith was far sexier than her sister, Amy, 
I had to say that Amy's head was a lot better. A deep 
throat job will drive you insane. Meredith's blow job 
lacked skill. I should have been ashamed of myself. 
Meredith, sizing me up, looked into my eyes as she 
loosed her lips around my Cock. I readied myself for 
another round.

This time, Meredith slid my Cock far, far down into her 
mouth. Her lips pressed up against my body. Deep 
throat? She was trying to inhale my Cock down her 
throat and into my stomach. This was incredible.

Poor thing, she pulled it out and coughed a bit. Her 
air had been cut off a little. Within seconds, she 
resumed her action. In and out it went. She was fucking 
me with her mouth. It had seemed like an hour, but was 
really about 15 or 20 minutes. During that time, I 
managed to explode down her throat. Just like with Amy. 
A deep throat will do that to you. Just the sheer sight 
of a woman going down on you is enough mental mojo for 
that sperm explosion. It's like Pavlov's Bell.

Throughout this entire episode, very few words had been 
exchanged. What was there to say? We were communicating 
perfectly. It didn't matter what language we knew. Her 
mouth, my Cock, her pussy, my mouth – it was perfect 
communication. I never communicated better with anyone 
in all my life.

So when I jacked off down her throat, I thought it was 
a perfect time to move my Cock down to her pussy. She 
was thinking roughly the same thing. She finally said 
something. "Get on your back."

Okay, she wanted to get on top and exploit my hard Cock 
and just move on it. Sure, anything you want, Meredith. 
Sure enough, when I was lying on my back, Meredith 
placed herself on my hardness. My Cock disappeared into 
her pussy and she used her beautiful legs to manipulate 
herself up and down. Up and down. Up and down. She 
seemed to be looking up to the heavens above.

Moaning slightly, breathing hard and getting the full 
range of my Cock into her pussy, Meredith seemed to 
have continuous energy. If we had planned to do it all 
night long, I believe she could've made it. I could 
tell when she reached climax once, twice, then for a 
third time. The first was when I was licking away. The 
next two times came while she was riding my bull Cock. 
I wanted her in position for a dog-style fuck. I 
considered trying to go into her ass, but first things 
first. I gently placed Meredith on her knees, right at 
the edge of the bed. I wanted to stand up and fuck her 
from behind. She complied so perfectly.

I opened her pussy and stuck my Cock into her well-
moistened hole. In and out I went, back and forth. She 
gasped lightly and allowed me my fun. Out of the corner 
of my eye, I could see the dresser in the guest room. 
On it was a bottle of Vaseline. Oh, god. I pulled out 
of Meredith and retrieved the jell. Placing a bit of it 
on my fingers, I returned my Cock to her pussy. I 
gently rubber her ass with my fingers and attempted to 
finger her asshole. This would be a telling time.

"Don't," she said. "Kerry's tried it. I just don't like 
it."

"Okay."

I persisted, rubbing the crack of her ass with the 
jell. It must've felt good, because she sighed, moaned 
and released pleasurable noises. Finally, I stuck my 
well-lubricated finger into her asshole again. This 
time, she didn't say a thing. My fuck finger went all 
the way into her ass. My Cock was still rocking back 
and forth inside her pussy, but I wanted it to get a 
little ride inside her ass.

"Will you let me try it as gently as I can?"

"Gently. Real gentle."

"Hey, I am a gentle man."

Slowly, I stuck my Cock into her ass. It was a slow 
process. I managed to squeeze my head into her hole. 
She tensed a bit, so I pulled out. "Did it hurt that 
much?"

"Go ahead."

My hard Cock went back to her ass like a magnet to a 
piece of metal. My head resumed a place inside her ass. 
Oh, the tightness was incredible. Should I penetrate 
further? Should I push my Cock all the way inside? I 
lubricated my Cock as well as her ass. I didn't want to 
hurt Meredith, of course. God, she was so kind, so 
enthusiastic, so sexy. Last thing I wanted was to hurt 
her asshole.

"I want to see how much I can take it," she said. "Go 
for it."

So I went for it. I delivered my Cock all the way into 
her ass. She tensed up again, squeezing my Cock. I 
almost erupted. I wondered what would've happened if my 
cum would've filled her ass. That's where I wanted to 
cum, not in her pussy. Or it could've been on her face 
and down her throat – again.

"You better stop," she said. "Please."

"Okay." I'd gotten what I came for – and more.

I rolled Meredith over, spread her legs apart again, 
then ate some more pussy. I did that for about 20 
seconds before I placed my Cock into her pussy. It was 
classic fucking. I pulled my head out and massaged her 
clit with my Cock. She just about passed out.

Again, I dug it back inside. I truly wasn't expecting 
to cum – but I did. I couldn't get out in time. Like 
Amy, although there was no talk of a rubber this time, 
my spurts didn't seem to be noticed by Meredith. Having 
had five children, still only 32, she was still as 
fertile as any woman. Maybe it was the wrong time of 
the month to get pregnant. Who knows?

I was 2-for-2 with Amy and Meredith. I nailed both of 
them, in their parents' home and released my spurts 
inside their pussies. Meredith and I finished our 
business.

"Did you plan that?"

I had to tell the truth – at least partially.

"Do you mean, 'did I show up here expecting to get it 
on with you?' "

"Yeah. Did you?"

"I can't lie to you Meredith. Yeah, I came here wanting 
something to happen. Should I apologize?"

"When mom and dad told me they were leaving for L.A., I 
was kind of happy. I was thinking I wanted to do 
something exciting, but I didn't know what. I didn't 
have a car. Everything's a long way from here. I was 
thinking about calling some of my old friends."

"So what are you saying?" I asked.

"That I wanted something, too. I didn't know what. I 
wasn't thinking about you. When you showed up, I 
thought, 'Okay, yeah. If it works out, great.' You work 
pretty fast."

"Thanks. What about your sister... and Kerry?"

"Oh, you know, I'll probably confess someday. So will 
you."

"Then we're in serious trouble."

Meredith thought for a moment. "Maybe not."

"Why do you say that?"

"I swear, if we told about what we did and anything 
happened, I'd expect you to come get me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You could ball me every night."

"I'm old. By the time you're 40, I'll be well into my 
50s. You couldn't stand that. You need a young stud."

"Kerry's young. He's no stud, not like you. I could 
take you once a week – maybe twice."

"That's nice of you."

"Will you do me again while I'm here?"

"You bet."

"We'll have to figure something out. Mom and dad said 
they'll be staying home the whole rest of the time I'm 
here."

"Maybe they'll loan you their car – so you can go visit 
one of your 'friends.'"

"As long as that friend is you."

***

Part III

Melanie had a black dress that drove me crazy. It was 
her turn to visit the folks. Plans were to bring her 
teenage kids, Kevin, Shelley and Morgan, to see their 
grandparents. Truth is, teenagers often have lives of 
their own. Kevin had music, Shelley had a soccer team 
and Morgan was scheduled to take some pre-college 
exams. Melanie couldn't put the trip off – she had her 
25-year class reunion in Palm Springs. She had to come.

Her high school friend, Jennifer, was all set to drive 
Melanie down to Palm Springs for the big night. Joe, 
Maria, my wife and me decided to squander our time at 
some museums in Los Angeles – the Getty Art Museum in 
particular. Melanie would've liked to come, but she had 
the reunion, so it was decided she'd head off in one 
direction while we took off in another.

As luck would have it, though, my own children had 
needs. I volunteered to stay home and supervise 
everything. My children were involved in various 
activities, but they needed rides and supervision. If I 
were in L.A., there could be some problems. Well, there 
was one problem. Melanie called, frantically, because 
Jennifer backed out of the reunion.

"It's why I came down," she said. "I'm disappointed. I 
don't have a car. I don't have a way to get down 
there."

"Wish there was something I could do. Sorry."

I could picture Melanie at her parents' house, dressed 
up, her beautiful package in that tight-fitting black 
dress. She usually wore conservative clothes. She 
didn't show off anything, except a very curvy figure. 
Melanie wasn't busty, but she had a pair of breasts on 
her that were firm and required strict attention from 
the man in her life, Dusty.

My kids' plans, however, were falling apart. I have 
three teenagers, all of whom require constant attention 
– that is, driving them everywhere, handing out money 
like it was candy and making sure they had something to 
eat every second of a 24-hour day. They were extremely 
hands-on. But the younger two had their plans fall to 
pieces. All of a sudden, on this Saturday night, they 
had nothing to do.

Sure, I'd take them to the video store to get some 
movies. They'd sit at home at watch all night long. The 
museum group had already left, so I sat and thought 
about Melanie. She couldn't have been all that happy. 
Jennifer was supposed to have picked her up about an 
hour earlier. I told my kids to keep the door locked, 
enjoy the night – I'd be home later. I drove over to 
Joe and Maria's to see Melanie.

She was still dressed to kill. As a matter of fact, she 
still looked as if she were ready for a trip to Palm 
Springs.

"If you want, I'll drive you down there," I said.

"You don't have to."

"You know, I've got nothing else to do. If you're game, 
I'm ready to go. I like Palm Springs."

"I don't have a ticket for you," she said.

"I can get in, somehow. Don't worry. Let's just get you 
down there. You flew all the way here from Oregon. 
Don't waste the chance. Let's go."

"I'm paying for gas then. If anything comes up, I'm 
paying for it."

"You're paying," I kidded. "Then let's go."

She didn't need to say another word. Melanie grabbed 
her purse, locked the door and hopped in. We were on 
the freeway within a couple minutes. Melanie looked 
over at me and smiled.

"Thank you for this. I was really upset. I was hoping 
something good would happen."

"It'll be fun," I said. "I'm kind of looking forward to 
it. Maybe I'll see some people that I know."

Melanie moved a little closer to me, grabbed my arm and 
snuggled up against it. This was my sister-in-law. To 
say I didn't have sexual fantasies about her would be a 
total lie. Amy was a nice lay; Meredith was phenomenal; 
Melanie would be a prime-time catch. I've learned from 
experience: Better to treat a woman nicely... the 
rewards are sweet and tender.

The drive down was pleasant. There was plenty of 
conversation. Melanie leaned her head up against my 
shoulder. It was like we were a couple on a date. I 
wish. Truthfully, I wasn't looking forward to arriving 
at her reunion. I've been to such events. Melanie would 
see her old friends and start catching up on old times. 
Meanwhile, I'd be off at the bar or on my own. It's 
okay, though. Any chance to be with Melanie was good. 
I'd look forward to the trip home.

"The Winchester Hotel," she said, "is where it's at. 
I've got the address and directions." I nodded and 
followed the roads that led to this fashionable place 
in the desert.

When we arrived, I decided to take advantage of the 
valet parking. Melanie grabbed her purse. That little 
black dress I knew she'd wear was looking pretty hot. 
So many women try to show off their bodies with low-cut 
tops and short dresses to show their legs. Melanie's 
dress was perfect. It showed nothing, but hinted 
everything. We walked into the Winchester.

"I wonder where this room's at," she said, looking at 
her invitation. "The Mountain Room's where our 
reunion's at."

Curiously, we saw a sign that said, "Mountain Room 
Schedule." On it, the sign read "Singleton Party 
tonight, 8 p.m. to midnight." Well, that was odd. 
Melanie and I got to the Mountain Room and looked 
inside. Seeing no one she recognized, she appeared 
somewhat confused. I, too, couldn't figure it out.

Melanie sought out the concierge at this great hotel. 
"Do you know where this reunion is?" she asked.

The concierge, Philip, did everything he could to help. 
He picked up the telephone, thumbed through a hotel 
schedule – everything. Melanie laid her ticket to the 
reunion on his counter. He picked it up. All of a 
sudden, his eyes lit up.

"Ma'am, do you realize your reunion's in a week. It's 
on the 12th. Today's the fifth."

Melanie looked stunned. She'd be here for another week, 
anyway. She wouldn't miss the event. "I wrote it down 
on my calendar for today," she said. "I can't believe I 
made a mistake like this."

She made her apologies to the concierge, who assured 
her, "I'll see you here next week."

Then she turned to me. "I don't know what to say. I've 
ruined your Saturday night."

"Maybe not," I said. "I'm sure we can find something to 
do. Dinner. A movie. Something else, maybe."

That "something else" was, well, you know. How would I 
go about it, though? Both of us were married – I was 
married to her sister, in fact – both with three 
children, all teenagers. We had a very mutual 
friendship, a strong relationship. She was caring and 
giving and, basically, so was I. There had never been 
any hint of a sexual relationship.

There was one time when, she kidded, "That she knew how 
to take care of her man." Kerry, Meredith's husband, 
and I heard her say that. We whooped it up because, at 
the time, Melanie had a leg injury. She wouldn't be 
able to fuck Dusty, so what else was there? Only one 
thing we could think of. Ever since that exchange, my 
mind fantasized about what kind of oral pleasures 
Melanie could provide. I wanted to find out.

"Why don't we stay here and have dinner at one of their 
restaurants," I said.

"Okay. I'm paying. Remember?"

I nodded. Then I had an idea. Let's see if it would 
work.

"I'd kind of like to sit down in one of those big 
chairs in the lobby," I said. "I've had this wave of no 
energy come over me. I'll be all right. Just give me a 
minute."

We went and sat down to chat.

"I can't believe how good you look," I told her.

"Thank you."

"I've known you – what? – since you were 18. You were a 
doll then. You haven't changed."

"That's something I don't hear every day. Thank you."

"Hey, you've always been a good friend. A good person 
to talk to. I don't get along with 90 percent of the 
people I know as well as I do with you."

"You're easy to get along with."

Okay, those were all set-up lines.

"Ever think about having some serious fun?"

"Like what?"

"Just getting away from it all – trying something new, 
something different."

"This is different. I think this is the second time 
I've ever been to Palm Springs. The first time I did 
was when I was 12 or 13 . . . with my parents."

"Yeah, great. This is different. But, well, I don't 
know."

"What?"

I was trying to say it without really saying it, of 
course. How do you tell your beautiful and sexy sister-
in-law, "Hey, I want to have sex with you?" That 
sounded lame, even to my ears.

"Let's put off dinner," I said. "Let's get a room here 
at the hotel. Go upstairs, relax, kick our shoes off – 
maybe even order room service."

Melanie's eyes started blinking. Not a good idea, I'm 
sure she was thinking. Too costly. She'd offered to pay 
for everything before we came down here, but that was 
when there was a reunion. A room at this hotel on the 
weekend would run $175 or more. Dinner would be costly 
enough. She was stuck for something to say.

"I don't know," she said. "I was thinking just dinner."

Okay, she was reading my mind. A hotel room? Kick our 
shoes off? Relax? Hey, she could translate. I wasn't 
going to give up without a fight. Here she was, this 
beautiful woman, dressed in a beautiful dress, 
stunning, cute, the envy of most women in the place – 
the envy of most men. Right now, I had control of her.

"Sure, dinner's fine," I said.

There was, maybe, sixty seconds of silence. She was 
sizing up the situation. So was I. So what was there to 
be so cute about. SAY IT! Tell her what you want. Tell 
her your dreams.

"I've got to tell you, Melanie... well, maybe I 
shouldn't say it."

"Say what?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's hard to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

I shook my head. She was reading my mind all right. 
I'll never forget her next words. "Let me guess: You've 
had a crush on me all these years and now you want to 
go a little further than we should. Right?"

I chuckled, trying to maintain a suave approach. "A 
crush doesn't quite explain my feelings. A crush is a 
school kid's kind of thing. No, this is more than a 
crush."

"So what are you saying? That you want me? That you 
want to cheat on my sister and want me to cheat on 
Dusty?"

All right, so it's cheating. Who'd ever know? I could 
tell her about Amy and Meredith. That wouldn't help, of 
course.

"Cheating's such a dirty little word. It's sex. It's 
sex with someone we care about. I care about you and I 
know you care about me. What's the issue here? That we 
can't enjoy each other physically, just once."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand. I'd apologize, but I'm not sure I'd mean 
it."

Oooo, that did it. That was a big step, a big blow for 
the goal.

"Are you really serious about this?"

Melanie's beautiful hazel eyes drilled into my own 
eyes. She was getting to the crux of the matter.

"Melanie, you're more than a sister-in-law, more than a 
friend, you're almost a soul mate. There are times when 
– I know this will sound corny – I think of you like a 
wife, like a lover. I've had thoughts about you... for 
years."

She was silent for what seemed like an eternity. 
Melanie bowed her head. "I've thought about you, too."

Oh, boy. "Really?"

She nodded. "Yes. I guess part of being an adult is 
staying away from forbidden things. There are times 
I've watched you at the pool, in your bathing suit. 
You're a stud. I've imagined myself wrapping my legs 
around your mouth."

I started laughing. I've seen her at the pool in a 
revealing but stunning bathing suit. I, too, had the 
dreams. "Why imagine it any more? Let's just go get 
that room."

"Not here."

"What?"

"Why rent an expensive room at a hotel when we're only 
going to be here for a few hours. Let's get a motel 
somewhere."

Which did make sense. I got out of my chair, reached 
for her and led her to the car. There was a string of 
motels about a mile down the road. I tried to conceal 
my absolute zeal as I drove there, trying hard not to 
speed, trying hard to keep my Cock from showing its 
pleasure. I picked out the classiest of the motels, 
which seemed lined up from sleazy to fairly modest to 
classy.

Sleaze is what I had in mind, but Melanie deserved a 
classy joint. It cost $79 for a night. I paid cash. The 
last thing I wanted my wife, her sister, to find was a 
motel bill on the credit card. I could just imagine the 
questions. Cash would finance the silence.

I opened the door for Melanie and, rather nervously, 
walked into the room. It was on the top floor of a 
three-story place. The view of the desert was 
magnificent. The sun was about to see and the colors 
were fantastic. It was really quite romantic. I grabbed 
Melanie by the waist from behind and kissed her 
underneath the left ear. She responded with a moan.

"I don't know," she said, "if we should do this."

That was the other part about Melanie. At times, she 
was a self-righteous bitch. She tried to say and do all 
the right things. There were times she infuriated all 
the in-laws. This was far different. This was about the 
worst thing she could ever do. I was waiting for this 
moment, in fact. Holding back just before the big move, 
well, I could've predicted it.

I said nothing, just looked at her.

"You're the one who said we should come here. You 
didn't want to spend the money on the ritzy hotel. 
Okay, that's great. Now you're having second thoughts. 
I guess I shouldn't blame you."

"What do you think?"

It was my chance to dig my heels in deeper. Leave no 
doubt to where I stood on this issue. Gently, I 
approached her and put my arms around her. I kissed her 
forehead as passionately as I could. I didn't want to 
offend her.

"I want," I said, "to be with you in the most personal 
way possible. What more can I say? I've had a crush on 
you for over 20 years. This is a big moment for me."

She tried to consider those words. Sweet as they were, 
it wasn't enough.

"We're married," she said.

"That's okay," I said. "So's my wife."

She laughed. It was a stupid comment. I held her hand, 
rubbed her back and kissed her cheek. It was all to 
break her down. I could tell she was starting to 
crumble. She said, "I need a minute." She went into the 
bathroom.

Oh, brother, I was counting this one out. I'd spent the 
money on the room and we were probably going to leave 
within minutes. Mission: Unaccomplished. I waited and 
waited. I wanted to turn the TV on, just for something 
to do. I waited some more. Actually, it was about 15 
minutes. When the door opened, I saw something I liked. 
It was Melanie, naked as the day she was born.

"Come here," she said. "I rose and greeted her at the 
doorway. I put one hand on her ass and the other on her 
face and kissed her, passionately, one more time."

My Cock was hardening. Since we were so close, it felt 
its way between her legs. She reached down and grabbed 
it, leading me to the bed. I was overwhelmed.

I massaged her sides, her rear end and reached for her 
breasts. She was melting away in my grasp. I'd already 
heard from her that she was as much into me as I was 
into her. It took us a couple decades to pull this off. 
We were about to have sex. I couldn't wait to taste her 
pussy.

Off came my pants and socks. My Cock was ready for 
action. I slid off her dress and unhooked her bra, but 
she removed it, revealing beautifully formed breasts. I 
bent over to lick her nipples, sucking on them gently.

"Oooohhhh." She was starting the fall onto the bed.

I laid her gently on the bed, then pulled off her white 
panties. Before removing my shirt and shorts, I bent 
down and buried my face and tongue into her lap. Her 
body quivered with ecstasy. This was one sexy lady and 
she knew how to get turned on. My tongue just lavished 
her. She actually tasted wonderful.

A mouthful of pussy can somehow get nasty, but Melanie 
tasted superb. I was happy we skipped dinner – we'd eat 
later – since I do better sexually on an empty stomach. 
I found out later that Melanie was the same way. I kept 
penetrating her pussy with my tongue. Melanie wrapped 
her legs around my head, just the way she said earlier. 
God, this was incredible. By doing that, she tightened 
up her pussy even more. It would provide extra 
eroticism, both for her and for me. I couldn't stop. I 
kept eating and licking and digging my tongue into her 
labia.

My Cock was sending me messages. "Get some attention," 
was the message it seemed to be saying. I thought, "You 
know, I'm going to force her to blow me. I'm going to 
treat her like a whore. You know, get a little face 
time."

Melanie had climaxed at least once, though I think it 
was twice. It was my turn, something that I 
communicated non-verbally. I removed my shirt and 
shorts, then took my Cock up on the bed where Melanie's 
fabulous face was resting. I stuck it toward her mouth. 
Without saying a word, she just started bobbing away.

Right away, she took me down her throat, deep-throating 
me. Her eyes were glossy. She was into it and so was I. 
Having been on the verge of cumming for several 
minutes, my load just ripped out, down her throat. It 
wasn't premature, but I had no control over it. Melanie 
could just look at me a certain way, and I'd probably 
cum. She started laughing.

"I've never done that with Dusty," she said.

"What? Give him a blow job?"

"No, I've licked his dick and balls, but I've never 
taken it down my throat. And when he cums, it's usually 
on my face. I've never swallowed him."

"Why me?"

"It just seems exciting with you. I'm going to do it 
again – with you, I hope."

"It'll be my pleasure."

We weren't through. I wanted her fabulous body on mine. 
I wanted my body on hers. I wanted my Cock in her 
pussy, on top, on the bottom, whatever. Melanie was no 
Virgin. She had an idea what she wanted. I let her lead 
the way. She continued sucking my Cock with vigorous 
enthusiasm. I felt lucky as the guy who hit the 
lottery. I wanted more – and I was going to get more.

Melanie loved to exhibit her body, all her parts, her 
smooth skin, her well-proportioned body. There wasn't 
an ounce of fat on her. She loved to flex and use her 
body in agile positions. She rolled onto her side. I 
lifted her left leg up, inserting my Cock into her 
pussy. It allowed me to fuck her while holding her tits 
and kissing her ear lobes, which she loved.

She rolled on my back side, facing toward the window – 
away from me – hoisted her pussy onto my Cock. This 
drove her insane. She was gasping, moaning and enjoying 
every movement. I felt her climax again. That was, by 
my count, at least three times. I wanted more. She 
wanted more. We wanted each other. Forget our married 
partners for a moment, or two.

I rolled Melanie on her back, pulled up her right leg 
and moved the head of my Cock up and down her clitoris. 
This drove her even crazier, rolling her head back and 
forth in complete ecstasy. I was in no hurry and I 
think Melanie appreciated that. Let's take our time and 
enjoy the act.

Finally, my Cock found its desired mark. I drove it as 
far in as I could, completely lost inside Melanie's 
pussy. It was in and out. More rubbing the head on her 
clit. More ecstasy. She reached to put it back inside. 
Melanie had to have it. I have to admit that my Cock 
seemed a little larger than normal. But I'd learned 
that it was only relative to the size of the pussy I 
was fucking.

Amy's a little larger, so her pussy was looser. 
Meredith's, too, was slightly larger than Melanie's. 
But Melanie had a tightly-tucked pussy. It was 
fabulous. It made my Cock feel like some porno star, 
like it actually had some real size. In reality it 
stretched, maybe, to eight inches.

"Dustin's isn't that big," she said. "I've only had two 
Cocks in my life – yours and his. Yours is great."

I made a mistake when I said this: "Well, you should 
get out more, young lady. There are lots of Cocks 
bigger than mine."

Great. I was balling this great-looking chick and I'm 
advertising for someone else with a bigger Cock. That's 
all she needed was that thought planted in her mind. I 
could see it now: Melanie, seeking the pleasures and 
riches of life, continues her great male conquest to 
see if she could shag the biggest Cock of her life.

But she wasn't in that frame of mind. She gave a dainty 
little laugh. "I'm never doing this with anyone else. 
It's just you and Dustin."

"Really?"

"We have to be careful. I don't want anyone getting the 
wrong idea. I don't want my mom and dad, or my sister, 
or my husband, watching us go off together. I don't 
want them to suspect a thing. We'll have to be real 
careful. I mean, REAL CAREFUL!"

"Amen to that," I said.

We continued to fuck. My Cock kept its hardness – I'd 
had trouble with that, at times – and continued to lay 
that pipe into Melanie's beautiful body. I knew she'd 
never done it anally, but I had to try. Apparently, 
Dustin had tried before, too.

"No, no," she said.

"What?"

Of course, I knew she was referring to my Cock taking a 
different pathway – into her asshole. "You don't like 
it?"

"How would you like something stuck up your ass?"

"Well, I would say no."

"All right, then."

It was back inside her pussy. But I've long since 
learned never to give up hope. The moisture, mine and 
hers, had developed some nice lubrication. I used my 
fingers to penetrate her asshole, slightly at first. 
Evidently, she felt a little cringe of comfort.

"Try that again," she said.

All right, my finger was gently placed into her 
asshole. My Cock was about as moist as a melting 
popsicle, so I pulled out of her pussy. I made my 
favorite asshole-entry movement. I placed the head of 
my Cock just inside her ass. It felt great. My balls 
felt full and ready to explode.

"Go deeper."

Okay, I went for it. Slowly, effortlessly and smoothly, 
I laid that sucker into her asshole. Her body shivered 
with excitement. "No, no. Take it out. Take it out."

It was too much for her. Maybe another time. She said, 
"I'm sorry."

I bent over to kiss her. "Don't worry."

It was back inside her pussy. My balls were loaded up 
for another explosion. No talk of a rubber had taken 
place. I'd assumed Melanie was in prime position for 
the month, so I let it rip. It came splashing out. I 
let loose a cry of ecstasy. My eyes were closed tight, 
just thinking of the pleasure. It kept coming. I left 
my Cock inside her pussy. Every drip was left inside 
her moist, precious and delicate pussy.

My Cock started softening, so I exited and bent down to 
her pussy. I licked her all around her entire vagina 
area. She said, "I've never felt so good – ever."

Well, I'd promised her dinner – or she promised me. We 
dressed, walked outside and discovered an Italian place 
across the street. Melanie and I, fully expecting to 
return to our room, walked to the place. We had a nice 
meal, wine included. Melanie probably drank two-thirds 
of the bottle. I had one glass, sipping it slowly. I 
wanted her to feel the relaxation of the alcohol. I 
wanted another shot at Melanie.

I ordered lightly, drank lightly – I just can't have 
pleasurable sex on a full stomach – and I figured, "I 
can eat any time. But I can't fuck Melanie any time." 
So I held off on the food. Melanie didn't seem to 
notice.

There was a park that had a nice pathway. It curled 
around a lake, measuring about two miles in length. For 
me, it was the perfect thing to do after eating. We'd 
work the meal off and make our way back to the motel 
for some more fucking.

It was that dress. The black one. No matter what, 
Melanie looked superb in that piece of clothing. It was 
fancy without being showy. It was sexy without being 
provocative. It was the perfect fit on this perfect 
woman. We walked into the night through the park. There 
was grass and bushes everywhere. We held hands. We 
stopped and kissed. We fondled each other. It was that 
last act that got it started.

She was rubbing my Cock. That old sucker just came to 
life again. Using Melanie as its soul, my Cock was 
unzipped from its place in my shorts. She sucked it 
back and forth; deep-throating me so absolutely 
perfectly. Within five minutes, she struck oil again. I 
erupted into her face and hair.

"Fuck me," she said. "I don't care how. Just fuck me."

I would've preferred the motel room, but we still had 
it, in case we wanted more. And I did. I reached up 
Melanie's dress and pulled down her thong underwear. 
From behind, I placed my Cock into her moistened pussy. 
If you'll recall, I came inside her and my fluids was 
still safely in her. There was plenty of lubrication.

I was ready to cum again. A fourth time within a few 
hours. It was all Melanie, believe me. I erupted again 
inside her. This time, I pulled out and sprayed her ass 
crack and butt. I moved my hardened Cock all over her 
ass, back into her pussy – in and out, in and out.

Finally, I was through.

"Let's head back." In the darkness, though, we couldn't 
find her thong panties. Melanie was concerned.

"I bought those for Dustin," she said. "I mean, he 
bought them for me. If he finds out I took them on this 
trip, I don't know what he'd think."

I nodded. I understood completely. Why would his wife 
take her thong panties on a trip that he didn't come, 
too?

"Just buy another pair."

"He got them at Victoria's Secret."

"We have one of those stores down here. There's one in 
Palm Springs."

"There is? I really think we need to go there and get 
another pair."

"All right. Let's go."

Four times in three hours. We still had the room. We go 
on a mission to Victoria's Secret. How does that hurt 
the cause? Damned right I'm going. To be seen in a 
place like that with Melanie? That's the way life is 
supposed to be, baby.

We bought the thong panties – and one other thing. It 
was a feather. Cost $1.99, plus tax -- $2.08 all 
together. We headed back to the motel. It was close to 
10 at night. We had, maybe, an hour to do one more 
little romp before we had to head back. I was going to 
use that feather.

She got me first. There was no faηade this time. Once 
the door was closed, we ripped our clothes off so fast. 
Melanie got to the feather first. She used it on my 
ass, my Cock, my nipples. Oh, god, this was the 
definition of pleasure – a beautiful woman using that 
feather for a little foreplay. Her mouth went to my 
Cock. The feather, the mouth at the same time. God, I 
was in heaven.

I was going for that fifth eruption. Please, one more 
time. At this point, I wasn't sure what pleasured me 
more: Getting oral and featherly pleasure from Melanie, 
or watching her getting her share of the fun. I got the 
feather. Her pussy, her nipples, her ass – everywhere. 
I bent down and ate her clitoris, digging my tongue 
inside her pussy. My Cock was hardened for one last 
stand.

Finally, the blow hole blew. Inside her, again. I 
couldn't hold it any longer. My Cock softened quickly, 
having done a magnificent job. I rolled over and lay 
beside her. I massaged her chest and stomach, tickling 
her. She propped herself on one elbow, facing me.

"I think we'd better get back now."

Words that I hated to hear, but I knew she was right. 
That black dress went back on her wonderful body and 
those brand new, identical thong panties were replaced 
over that moistened and cum-laden snatch. I dressed, 
too, but I couldn't possibly remember what the hell I 
was wearing.

We drove home. Melanie had a plan in mind for her 
parents. "Just drop me off up the street," she said. 
"As far as they know, I went to Palm Springs for the 
reunion. I'll just tell them about the mistake and I 
went to a movie."

I shook my head in amazement over the incredible 
evening I just had. "I love you, baby. I know I 
shouldn't say it, but I love you."

She shot me one of the sweetest smiles I've ever seen. 
"I love you, too. I'll never forget this night."

"Neither will I."

"Are you my boyfriend?"

"Forever."

She opened the door to ease out of the car. "Bye."

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Epilogue

So it happened that on a day when my son had a high 
school baseball game, my wife got a telephone call from 
her mother. She had news. Her daughter, Amy, had been 
to the doctor. She was pregnant. It would be her third 
child. Maria would be a grandmother again – her 11th. 
Amy was reported to be a little shaky, but happy.

When I went to my son's game that day, all I could 
think about was the ultimate question: Who was the 
father of Amy's baby?

Ten days later, the telephone rang. I answered and 
picked up the receiver. A familiar voice at the other 
end called my name. I said, "Hi, Meredith."

Was my wife at home? "Well, no, she's at the store. 
What's up?"

She had news. In a low, hush-hush type of voice, 
Meredith explained the reason for her call. "I'm 
pregnant," she said.

Meredith didn't have to say it. There was an 
understanding. It would be her sixth child – two more 
than what she and Kerry had planned. "I'm not sure it's 
yours," she said softly, "but I think it is. We have to 
talk."

Oh, sure. Talking was what got us into this mess.

I had no doubt that Melanie would be a third pregnant 
sister. No doubt, whatsoever. It was just a question of 
when we'd get that call. Sure enough, it came eight 
days later. An email to family and friends. I believe 
the words were, "We're expecting our fourth child next 
March. It's a little unexpected, but we're happy and 
we're ready."

I wrote a reply to Melanie. Knowing certainly that more 
than one set of eyes beyond hers might see my words, I 
was careful. "I'm happy, too." I clicked "reply."

I could recall the advice of a college professor who 
saw me trying to hit on a babe in his class one day. 
"Keep it tucked safely in your pants," he said, "and 
you'll never have to worry about any problems."

If I'd have done a better job at college, I'd have 
graduated. I never could seem to pay attention.

THE END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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