Pregnant

Motel Week

This story is a complete work of fiction. Keep that in mind as you read. For those of you who think the story too long to or simply want the ‘good parts’, simply skip to ‘Night 4’ to get an idea of what the story has to offer. Then come back and read from the start. For the rest of you please enjoy. There should also be a continuation of the story posted soon for those that would like to see how it ends.

Protective husband four loves part four

Author’s notes: A couple times I have been asked not to make this a 24/7 orgy. This chapter does contain a lot of sex. It is their honeymoon and sex is a lot of the story here. I am trying to write a story about how five people find love and how their romance grows. I will try to move the story along without the sex being the entire story, I apologize to those who are offended, but please enjoy the story for what it is a romance first and foremost. I like to think the readers and apologize for writing this story so slowly; I am trying to do the series and you justice. And thank you for all of the votes and comments I really do appreciate them and those who have P.M. in the past.
In the previous chapter we had discovered that the twins are both lactating. They were prescribed a medication by their ex-stepfather the caused that. His reasons are still a mystery to us. Their lactating has changed the plan for sharing my time between my wives. Hopefully we found a reasonable compromise. The other major issue that comes up during the day was our friend Sharon’s marital problems. With no way to directly help her all we can do is to continue offering our support and friendship. Let’s continue with Bobby and his four loves’ honeymoon.
I close my mouth and followed my beautiful Loves in to our bedroom. When I entered the bedroom I have completely shed my clothes. I stood there nude enjoying the scene in front of me. Morgan was between her mother’s legs and apparently doing very well at eating out Jewels. Jewels moans. “Oh yes baby… get me hot… get me ready… for your Daddy.”
I don’t know if Jewels is ready, but Morgan definitely has gotten me ready. I went from half-mast to raging hard on in the time it took for Jewels to make her statement. As I walk closer Jewels eyes open and lock onto my throbbing cock. Even with making love four times earlier today, I’m so hot for Jewels it could’ve been weeks without any sex, and I would not have been any more eager to make love to my beloved Jewels.
I am standing slightly behind Morgan, treated to a beautiful view of her fourteen-year-old ass. Bent over she licks her mother. Jewels stares into my eyes, I am tempted to bury my cock into this gorgeous young pussy in front of me. I won’t have to wait long to do that, so I bide my time until Jewels begins to spasm; her head falls back and moans. “Oh yes, I’m just about there.” Little Bobby is taking pictures as Morgan moves out of the way smiling. I step forward holding my cock, I’m lining up to Jewels. As I make contact with her open sex Jewels spurts covering my cock. She moans. “Put that big cock in me.”
Morgan cheers. “Yes Daddy, fuck Mommy’s brains out.”
Sara is giggling standing beside Little Bobby. Sara gives pointers on the use of our camera. The pictures are a little dark so Sara turns on more lights, fixing the problem without using the flash. Jewels looks absolutely beautiful as she begins an orgasm, I know the shot that Little Bobby just took will be one of my favorites. Our bodies move together as I hold Jewels throughout her climax. As soon as her main orgasmic gyrations have ceased I begin a fast rhythm in and out of Jewels. I know we will make our love play last quite a while, and I do that giving Jewels many orgasms before I feel the need to cum myself. Jewels is nearing orgasm and my need to relieve my pent up pressure is reaching the point of no return. Jewels moans as she senses my need. “Yes husband, give me your seed.” A few more strokes and I do exactly that I began to throw rope after rope deep within her. As my first rope hits her womb Jewels screams as a powerful orgasm begins. “THAT’S IT, CUM IN ME, FILL MY WOMB, AND BATHE OUR DAUGHTER IN CUM.” She spurts hard covering my balls with her cum. Her legs are pulled up tight, the picture that Little Bobby took at that instant show Jewels cum spraying off my balls. That one is Jewels favorite picture, because the memory of that intense orgasm it invokes. I have to admit it’s one of my favorite pictures of the night for the same reason.
As our orgasm ends we collapsed together, panting hard our bodies demanding more oxygen than our lungs can gather. Jewels arms and legs wrap around me holding me tight to her. When my other Loves go to roll me off, Jewels tells them. “Don’t, I want to hold him.” My eyes open to gaze into Jewels beautiful green eyes love blazes within them, our sense of joy created a bright smile that sweeps across both our faces. The photo of that instant was the best picture that Jewels and I ever got taken of us together, to that point in our lives.
Our love was whole again, without the pain the last fifteen years apart caused, strong and pure our love connected us in ways few people will ever feel. Tears of pure joy formed and both our eyes, once we’ve caught our breath we begin to kiss each other lovingly. We break off on feeling the stream of Morgan’s cum that hits us, followed by Sara’s on the opposite side. They were both masturbating watching us as it has become their fashion. Jewels and I simply laugh enjoying the love that fills the room. Morgan and Sara both lie down beside us to catch their breath. Once their breathing had normalized I raise up, Jewels’ leg still wrapped tightly around me, pulling Sara’s face to mine I kiss her passionately. I feel that Jewels has shifted under me. Glancing over I see that Jewels is kissing Morgan just as passionately as I kiss Sara. After a long time Sara and I break, and then Jewels and I kiss passionately, when we break I move to Morgan and Jewels to Sara we both kiss passionately still locked at the waist, with Little Bobby still taking pictures.
Morgan has both her hands on my head as she holds me to her face. I feel Sara rub my back as Jewels shifts again. Jewels unlocks her legs from my waist. As Morgan and I break our kiss, Jewels says to us. “It’s time for Sara to have our husband.”
I rose up to separate from Jewels, one look at Sara and I was beginning to go from semi hard to steal in just a few heartbeats. I haven’t quite pulled out of Jewels as I seem to be elongating faster than I withdrew. Jewels begin the giggle. “Do you get that turn on when it’s my turn?”
Letting down I pushed in just for the fun of it. Leaning in I whispered to Jewels. “Every time.”
Jewels giggles. “Remember tomorrow was to be my day.”
Smiling I say back to her. “I remember and I still want to spend as much time together as we can.”
Sara giggles and says. “Are you going to do the same for me on Tuesday?”
Removing myself from Jewels now hard as steel. I positioned myself between Sara’s open legs as she welcomes me into her body. My wet cock I rub over her slit to stimulate her, then moved into position and begin to stretch her vaginal opening around my steel hard cock. “I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I still want to spend time with everyone, we will do that together.”
Sara looks down between us seeing my cock glistened from the wetness surrounding it. She threw her legs quickly around my back, and thrust up with her hips pulling me completely into her. Sara screams as instantly an orgasm takes her. “FUCK ME DADDY. FUCK ME WITH MY SISTERS CUM.”
I begin a quick rhythm pumping into Sara, which heightens her orgasm. Sara spurts over my cock and balls increasing the wetness already there. Jewels screams beside us. Morgan had gotten back between her mother’s legs and now cleans our cum from her mother’s pussy. Jewels is having an orgasm holding Morgan to her tightly.
Sara was so turned on; that once I stop as her orgasm has ended, she spurs me back in motion. In just a few minutes Sara is beginning to show the signs of a large orgasm building. I slow down slightly and Sara moans. “Faster Daddy, fuck me faster, fuck me with Jewels cum…”
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At the pace Sara wants I’m not going last very long even though this will be my sixth orgasm of the day if it wasn’t for that I would already be spurting my hot cum into my beloved Sara. Sara’s pussy tightens begins to spasm around me and she screams “OH YES DADDY, FUCK ME DADDY, CUM FOR ME DADDY.”
I’m filling Sara’s womb with rope after rope of my hot cum. Sara begins to shake as her entire body orgasms. She spurts heavily against me as I have my entire length pushed into her. Once I am balls deep she wrapped her legs so tightly around me I am unable to move. We ride out our orgasm then collapsed heavily. Gathering my strength, I roll over bringing Sara on top of me, to allow us to catch our breath.
Little Bobby still taking pictures comments. “Wow that was hot!”
Morgan groans looking at Sara as our cum dripped down over my cock and balls. “Sara roll on over to your back, please.”
Sara rolls over to her back between me and Jewels. As soon as she settles Morgan grabbed her legs and spreads them diving into her pussy her licking tongue leading the way. Morgan can be heard as she licks and sucks at cum from Sara’s pussy. “Mmm, Oh so good.” Sara definitely enjoys what Morgan is doing,
Jewels giggles. “That’s it Morgan, you getting it out feels almost as good as Bobby putting it in.”
I thought how I feel about this, how Morgan licking her mother or Sara is driving me into a sexual frenzy. How watching Morgan has again taken me from semi hard to steal in just a matter of seconds. I decided one thing, I like it, hell I love it. Any of them making love to the others is turning me on beyond belief. Probably a blow job wouldn’t turn me on as much as watching my fourteen-year-old daughter lick her mother, or Jewels licking her sixteen-year-old sister, my wife.
I stand up and walk behind Morgan, now bent over Sara. Morgan’s legs are open enough for my cock to rub against her wet labia. Morgan moans as I run my cock between the lips of her labia and across her clit. “Oh yes Daddy, fuck me, while I lick Sara’s cunt.” She dropped her head back down again to lick Sara even harder. I run my throbbing cock over her vagina opening. Morgan labia’s lips contract around my cock. I push in to Morgan’s incredibly wet birth canal. Morgan sighs. “Yes Daddy, fuck me with Sara’s cum…”
I begin to stroke faster into Morgan holding her hips tight, my ball slapped her clit on each stroke. I’m trying not to, but from the motion of Sara’s breast I must be pushing Morgan’s face into Sara’s pussy. The expression on Sara’s face tells me she’s enjoying it. Suddenly Sara throws her legs around Morgan’s head her back arches and she screams. “OH FUCK YES, FUCK YES, YES, YES I’M CUMMING.” Sara spurts covering Morgan’s face. Morgan quickly shifts her mouth to catch Sara’s following spurts.
At the conclusion of Sara’s orgasm she falls limply to the bed, now she lays there with a satisfied smile watching Morgan and I. Morgan now free of Sara’s legs raises turns to me and kisses me passionately. During our kiss Morgan passes some of Sara’s cum into my mouth. I love the taste of my wife’s cum, no matter how I get it. It excites me so much I find myself doubling my rhythm pushing hard against Morgan’s ass with each stroke. We break our kiss, and Morgan’s swallows Sara’s cum. I too swallow Sara’s cum gratefully and tell Morgan. “I love you sharing with me.”
Morgan giggles. “You help me get it. Oh yes pound my pussy.” Sara and Jewels are lying hip to hip. Morgan only had to shift a little to get at Sara. Jewels and Sara now masturbate watching us, matching my rhythm. When Morgan turns and falls forward her hands come to rest on both of their hips. Morgan realizing where her hands are starts to shift them, but both women’s hands quickly moves to hold Morgan’s hands in place. I reached around Morgan and begin to stroke her hard clit. Morgan’s back arched upward as she pushes back into me. Morgan screams her pleasure. “OH FUCK YES, YES, DADDY YES, FUCK YES DADDY.” Jewels and Sara both throw their hips forward. Little Bobby photographs all three women in orgasms simultaneously as they screaming their pleasure. “FUCK YES.” All three spurts with Sara’s and Jewels covering Morgan’s chest, Morgan’s lands on the bed, but her breasts are directly over top Sara and Jewels and she spurts her milk wildly striking the women randomly on their sex. All three shriek again. “FUCK YES.” Spurting again hitting the same areas, but I can no longer hold back and I come hard in to Morgan, she screams from the feeling of her womb being drowned in my hot cum. “FILL ME DADDY, FUCK YES, FILL ME UP DADDY.” The three women jerk and spurt repeatedly. Sara and Jewels cum drips mixed with her milk from Morgan’s breast.
Little Bobby is now too turned on to take more photographs the camera sits atop the dresser. Little Bobby is masturbating fiercely watching as the events unfolded in front of her. Before Morgan, Sara, and Jewels have ceased their orgasm, Little Bobby spurts as she to enter an orgasm. She is only a legs length from the three of us, and her first spurts strikes Morgan’s breast as well. She screams. “FUCK YES, FUCK, OH FUCK.” Her breasts to spurt wildly but the only one they ever hit is herself.
Morgan leans forward and roles onto her back her motions have extracted my still hard cock. I quickly move forward in position myself over Little Bobby. Little Bobby goes flat on her back as I push into her. I latch onto her breast and begin to quickly nurse as she still in orgasm and squirting from both pussy and tits. On beyond my normal arousal level having orgasm three times in fairly rapid concession, it has to be the supplements given this ability. I nurse both breast until there empty. I pound little Bobby’s pussy, and she goes in the back to back orgasms, for what seems like the next twenty or thirty minute. She is totally incoherent making only primal screams during each orgasm. I finally unload a torrent of semen as I pushed deeply into her forcing open her cervix. Filling her womb with my hot fertile seed, Little Bobby can only hold tightly to me and shake wildly.
The last my strength is used to roll off of Little Bobby and lay beside her as sleep takes me.
Jewels, Sara and Morgan giggle watching as my cum drains from Little Bobby. Morgan says. “I would swallow it up if I thought Daddy would stay asleep.”
Jewels giggles. “You’re afraid Daddy will fuck you again tonight.”
Morgan reluctantly replies. “Yes, I couldn’t take what he just did to Little Bobby.”
Little Bobby, not yet asleep, smiling very brightly saying. “I could, it was fucking awesome.”
Jokingly Morgan insults Little Bobby. “You’re a horny slut.”
Little Bobby returns. “Oh you better believe it. I’m a very horny slut, when it comes to my Dad.”
I come awake hearing little Bobby’s comment. I tell them. “You smell like sex. It’s making me horny again.”
Jewels says. “I can fix that. Come on ladies time for a shower. ”
Sara laughs and says. “Good idea before we fuck somebody to death.”
All four of my loves are unsteady as they walk to the bathroom. Jewels giggles and says. “You know you’ve been fucked real well when you’re legs are this wobbly.”
Little Bobby giggles and jokes. “I always thought it was the drainage that gave that away.”
I catch up to them to help steady them. I know I need a shower almost as bad as Morgan. I sniff Morgan’s chest and tell her. “I absolutely love your Perfume, what is it?”
Giggling Morgan answers my question. “La cram de slut.”
“I bet that taste better than it smells.” I’m going to express Morgan’s breast. They are full even after all the squirting she did. I would like to get a taste of Jewels and Sara’s cum anyway. From the look of it I did manage to fully express little Bobby’s breasts. Morgan’s begin to leak as I stood there, as they drip my cock got harder. We hear giggles from across the shower, I look over Little Bobby is whispering something to her mother. They both shake hands I bet they made a bet on me fucking Morgan. I grinned but ignore them. Pulling Morgan back to the bench I set down. When Morgan looks down her eyes go wide seeing that my cock is steel hard again. Morgan asks. “Don’t you ever get enough?”
I respond by saying. “I’m a slut for my wives. I’ll never get enough of their pussies.”
All of my women giggle, Morgan sets down straddling my leg like she did midday today. I smile and begin to nurse. I will never force my loves to do anything they don’t want. Like earlier today Morgan begins sliding her cummy pussy over my thigh with each draw. Morgan’s not the only one who could masturbate while I nurse. I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock and began to stroke with Morgan’s grinding. Jewels comes over and sets beside me watching what happening Jewels commenting says. “Morgan you can at least jack-off Bobby when you hump his leg.” This brings giggles from Sara and Little Bobby.
She had her eyes closed, but now is looking down watching me Jack off she begins to feel a little hornier with each passing second. Morgan rises and takes my cock from my hand as I look into her face she lowers herself onto my steel hard cock. Morgan’s cummy pussy slides easily down my shaft I groan. “Oh, Morgan that feels so good.” Morgan giggles and kisses me before raising her breast back to my face.
Little Bobby says. “I thought you said you were afraid he would fuck you again tonight?”
Morgan replies to her sister. “I wasn’t as horny then as I am now.”
Little Bobby returns the insult Morgan made earlier. “You’re a horny slut, Morgan.”
Morgan laughs and returns Little Bobby’s own reply. “Oh you better believe it. I’m a very horny slut, when it comes to my Daddy.”
I laughing as I say. “I love a very horny slut when it comes to my Morgan. I love a very horny slut when it comes to my Little Bobby. I love a very horny slut when it comes to my Sara. I love a very horny slut when it comes to my Jewels. I’m a very horny slut when it comes to my wives.”
My loves giggle merrily. Jewels eventually punches me in the arm. “You call me a slut.”
Still happy I chuckled and say. “I called myself one too. I did say I love you.”
Jewels still punches me again. “You didn’t say I wasn’t a slut.”
This time I turn to Jewels and pull her in my arms, mainly to keep from being punched again. “Your mine slut or not, I love you. Besides you’re no better than Morgan or Little Bobby they’re both my sluts.”
Sara pipes in. “I’m a very horny slut, when it comes to Dad too.”
Jewels see she’s outnumbered and just playing anyway. Giggling she says. “You know I’ve been your horny slut for over fifteen an half years.”
Pulling back just slightly I kiss her passionately. Morgan moans. “Yes Daddy, kiss mommy your horny slut.” Morgan began to bounce on my hard cock now that I’m no longer nursing.
I break my kiss, take a deep breath. And Jewels giggles and says. “Listen to your horny slut of a daughter.” I been back in and begin to kiss Jewels again. Morgan bounces a little faster I can feel beginning of her spasms; I know a powerful orgasm has started. I begin meeting Morgan’s bounce with a thrust of my own. I hold the kiss just long enough to catch Jewels unaware. I move my hands to Morgan’s breast placing my thumbs over her leaky nipples. I break the kiss just as Morgan’s powerful orgasm begins and she’s spurts and her breasts spray milk as I direct the spray over my other three loves seated on the bench.
They laugh and hold their hands up to block the spray of milk. Little Bobby says. “If I had any milk in me, I would get you back right now.”
I close my mouth over the breast that is spraying Little Bobby and Sara Just before Morgan spurts the second time. To my surprise Jewels is silent, until I hear her sucking Morgan’s other breast. That was all I could stand I thrust up hard in the Morgan cum for the ninth time today. It’s not terribly large maybe two or three ropes put Morgan still feels it. She screams. “OH YES DADDY, FILL YOUR SLUT UP.”
It didn’t take long to express Morgan’s breasts especially Jewels working one of her breasts. Morgan went into orgasm once more during that time. That I was nearly done for the night I stayed hard enough for her to get off.
When we’re finished I looked over at Jewels, who had a trickle of milk running down her chin. I lifted off Morgan, and kissed Jewels and her passionately. “Did you like how Morgan’s milk tastes?”
Jewels giggles. “It’s different, not bad at all. Maybe we should get a pump and see what it tastes like cold.”
We go back to washing each other, playfully teasing I kiss a lot of body parts, testing to see if their clean. Jewels giggles. “I told you, he would enjoy it.” For that I bite her strawberry birthmark just under the curve of her ass. She jumped and turned just pulled me up to kiss her after we break, she says. “I’ve missed that.” Of all things for her to miss she missed me nipping at her birthmark. I just pull her close and kiss her again.
Sara giggles. “Are you two coming to bed?” I noticed that they have stripped and remade the bed with clean sheets.
We all climbed in the freshly made bed. Sara as her custom snuggles in on my left arm Morgan snuggles in against my right arm. Little Bobby is spooning in against Sara’s back. Then Jewels climbs onto my chest and says. “I’m just protecting my turn.” We giggle as we drift off to sleep.
Monday morning.
Soft music begins to play at nine o’clock. I’m awake feeling Jewels hot cunt sliding up and down my cock. Sara giggles seeing her sister working my hard cock. I turn and whisper to Sara. “Jewels is still asleep. Don’t wake her.”
Grinning Sara whispers back. “How long has she been fucking you?
I simply hold up three fingers then bring my thumb and fingers together making an O.
Giggling Sara says. “30 minutes.”
I shake my head yes.
It’s then that Jewels begins her orgasm her eyes flash open. Her body in automatic mode now brings her mind along for the ride. Jewels screams. “OH FUCK YES, FUCK, YES BOBBY, FUCK ME BOBBY.”
Jewels’ orgasm takes me over the edge I begin filling Jewels with large amounts of my cum; it feels like each rope explodes from my balls traveling length of my cock as fast as a bullet. Jewels screams again. “OH YES BOBBY FILL YOUR SLUT UP.” My body was tense as I hold Jewels to me tightly I already driven balls deep into her, Jewels body spasms atop me, then goes limp. Both our breath comes rapidly as we recover from our first intense orgasm of the day.
Morgan giggles. “That’s one hell of an alarm clock. Waking up to your mom screaming as your Dad fucks her brains out. I love it.”
Sara giggles as she points out. “Jewels was raping Bobby in her sleep. So it’s more like Mom was fucking Dad’s brains out.”
Little Bobby giggles. “Who cares who fucked who, they made me horny as hell.”
Morgan giggles. “I’m so horny I am dripping.”
Jewels looking over sees Morgan’s breast drip and knows she needs to be expressed. Looking down Jewels kisses me and then says. “Daddy’s breakfast is ready.”
I chuckled and grabbed Jewels’ ass. “Mama better get off the plate.”
Jewels rolls off my chest. Morgan is the first to move and she climbs onto my chest and brings her breast to my eager mouth. Nursing from Morgan is always easiest in the morning one drag at her breast and her milk flows easily the only struggle is to keep it all. Morgan is press against my lower abs with each draw, grinding her Clit against my skin. I roll my hips trying to find her labia with my steel hard cock. Jewels hand wraps around my cock I roll my hips down then back up, Jewels aims my cock and I impaled Morgan deeply. Morgan moans. “Oh yes Daddy, fuck your daughter as she breast feeds you.”
Morgan slides down my body taking last few inches of my cock into her beautiful body. I start a medium rhythm, Morgan is meeting each thrust. I had to stop suckling to take a few quick breaths then latch back onto the breast I had started with. I thought she was going to drown me. I realized that would be a great way to go drown in breast milk as you fuck the woman who did you in. I’m to stop nursing forced to catch my breath one more time. Shortly after I start suckling, Morgan orgasms, and nearly does drown me as she spurts milk.
Just as Morgan’s orgasm is ending, I notice a bowl held near Morgan’s breast. Shifting my eyes to see who is doing that, its Jewels holding the bowl using it to collect Morgan’s milk. I say to her. “I think you need a larger bowl.”
We thought of that Sara should be back in the second, and then waltzes Sara through the door with a pitcher. Jewels transfers the milk from the bowl into the pitcher, and then also hold back under Morgan’s dripping breast.
Thinking of how one drag will start her breast flowing, especially when I first started. I say. “Jewels, let me speed it up a little bit. Move the bowl. Be ready to catch the milk when I move my head.” Jewels moves the bowl down out of the way as I latch onto Morgan’s dripping breast. I take one drag to start the milk flowing, I then back away holding my mouth wide open and catching the milk till Jewels intercepts it with the bowl.
Jewels giggles and says. “She’s just like her mother. Morgan used to do that to me.”
I tell her. “Morgan has so much milk this morning she nearly drowned me. We will have to set the alarm earlier tomorrow so I can express her milk sooner.” I then return to nursing her half full breast. I’m using gentle long strokes intermixed with several short strokes across her G spot. I do this mainly to allow Jewels catch Morgan’s milk. Shortly after Jewels empties her bowl into the pitcher, I feel Morgan is about to go into orgasm again, several strong strokes takes Morgan over the edge. With Morgan spurting it doesn’t take long for Jewels to refill the bowl. It’s time for me to switch breasts this one is nearly fully relieved of its burden.
Jewels still holds the bowl gathering Morgan’s milk. Jewels stops me saying. “We are out of fresh milk, and I don’t feel like defrosting one right now.” They’re eight gallons of milk frozen in the freezer ready to use once defrosted. I noticed Sara is gathering little Bobby’s milk as well. I guess Jewels was serious seeing what it tastes like cold. Looking on the bright side I make it a solid breakfast this morning after all.
Jewels continues to empties Morgan’s breast by drawn to start the milk than catching till to it stops. When it no longer does that, Jewels tells me to finish Morgan’s breast and moves to Little Bobby to catch her breast milk.
I whispered Morgan. “Does it feel good to have Mommy and Daddy nurse from your breast?”
Morgan grows grinds her hips into me, and moans. “Not as good as it feels to have Daddy fuck me, while Daddy and Mommy nurse.”
I begin a faster rhythm into Morgan and nurse a little harder on her breast. Morgan goes into orgasm in a few minutes finishing her breast milk at the same time. Morgan’s orgasm triggers me as she spurts I cum hard into her holding myself as deep as I can. As Morgan and I both relax after our climax I slide from her as a river of our juices runs from Morgan’s stuffed pussy.
Jewels giggles handing Sara the pitcher of breast milk, she says. “It looks like my breakfast is ready.” She rolls Morgan onto her back and quickly begins licking.
Little Bobby now straddles my hips impaling herself on my now hard cock. She slides down its wet shaft and moans. “Oh that feels good getting my sisters cum in me.” She slides back and forth into the mess left behind by Morgan. Latching onto her breast I find a little milk still left. I nurse until it’s gone then duplicate with her other breast. Once both tits are completely empty, I roll Little Bobby over onto her back and began to pound away at her cunt, Little Bobby loves it. Her legs wrap around me and she thrusts hard with each stroke. Little Bobby and I make love for around ten minutes as our bodies approaches closer and closer to a massive orgasm. She screams as she begins her orgasm. “YES DADDY. YES, FUCK YES DADDY. FUCK YOUR SLUT DAUGHTER. FUCK ME. I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.” I had been holding back until this moment I allow myself to thrust hard and begin to saturate her womb with my cum. Spurting Little Bobby shrieks. “FILL ME UP FILL UP YOUR SLUT.”
Little Bobby wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down onto her. Remembering how Morgan likes to fill my weight, so let myself relax allowing my weight to be distributed evenly over Little Bobby. Once my breathing has normalized. I raise my head to look at little Bobby’s eyes, her eyes are closed and she is now just beginning to breathe normally. I raise my hand and clear the hair away from her beautiful face, her eyes open I see the love burning within them. I kiss her passionately and then say. “I love you Roberta A. Winfield, I love you my wife.”
Little Bobby throws her arms tightly around my neck and kisses me passionately and says. “I love you Daddy, I love you Robert A. Winfield, I love you my husband.”
We kiss again. Till I feel a hand on my ass, I look over and Sara is playing with my ass running her hand over it. When she sees I am looking at her, she asks. “Don’t I get a turn to have Daddy this morning?”
“Of course my love I’m always here for you.” I said the words that were my heart before my brain filter them. I may have chosen my words poorly, but they were true just not exclusively for Sara. Feeling Little Bobby tense I knew I had to act quickly to avert any jealousy. My speaking the truth in my heart had gotten me into this situation. The whole truth, held with in my heart should also get me out. “Sara you know I’m always there for the ones I love. I love you. I love Little Bobby. I love Morgan. I love Jewels. You are all my wives, and I’ll always be here for you.” Little Bobby felt my cock hard again, wrapped her legs around and asked Sara. “Sara, do you mind if I keep him?”
I whisper into my daughter’s ear. “Are you sure Little Bobby? You know I’ll need to express you four or five more times today, and I want to make love every time.”
Little Bobby utters. “Oh yes Daddy I’m a slut for you. I shouldn’t be a selfish slut. Sara needs her Daddy too.”
Sara kisses Little Bobby in thanks, and then she tells her. “If I can’t handle him I’ll send him back.”
Little Bobby says. “That’s right; we sluts will make sure we wear Daddy out.”
I kiss Little Bobby, and she releases me. I grind my cock into her womb one time before extracting myself. Then I kiss her once more before moving to Sara. I kiss Sara on her chin, her neck, and then kiss her just under her ear. I whispered in her ear. “I love you.”
I am kissing down her body to her hard nipples. I kiss them, teased them, ran my tongue over areola and suck it into my mouth. Sara’s hands moved to the back of my head to hold me in place as I play with her breasts.
“Oh yes that’s it that feels so wonderful.” Sarah moans. Her hands release my head and I remove my mouth for her breast in place my hand there. I am kissing down her body sliding down on the bed as I do.
Sara spreads her beautiful legs welcoming me back into her Paradise. Her clitoris is standing far above its hood as I move between her legs she spreads them even more fully opening her outer lips. Her aroma is so intoxicating my head is spinning. Her inner lips and clitoris sparkle with the moisture that is there. I quickly run my tongue along outside of her vagina. More appreciative moaning comes from Sara. “Oh yes its better every time, that so good!” I repeat the action several times lightly brushing her clitoris each circle, this causes a sharp breath and moan each round. On the fourth or fifth pass I paid a little more attention to her clitoris running my tongue around it several times and repeat this action for about a minute before Sarah moaning is very loud. At this point I take her clit into my mouth to give it the same treatment I gave her nipples. After a few seconds Sara is screaming. “YES, YES OH FUCK YES, I’M CUMMING I’M CUMMING” her lustful screams become primal as a very strong climax washes over her totally. Her body is being rocked by strong spasms, as she spurts a large amount of her cum over my face and chest. I love it! I love the pleasure I gave her; I love the exhilaration I gave her! Her body goes rigid as she arches her back and more spurts of cum flies on my face and into my open mouth. I slow my onslaught to ease her out of her climax.
Little Bobby giggles. “Daddy still licks Sara’s pussy better than anyone else in the family. Daddy, please lick my pussy soon.”
On the way back up to lie beside Sara I give Little Bobby a playful wink and a bright smile. Lying beside Sara as she catches her breath I smile and lightly begin to kiss her neck until she turns to face me. We kiss passionately for several minutes. I move into position over my lovely wife as she raises her legs spread them wide for me. Once I have my cock in position, I slowly push forward beginning to impale her. Sara moans. “Yes Daddy put that big cock in your girl’s pussy.”
Her pussy is incredibly wet from the licking I gave her, I slide in easily my entire length disappears into her. Once I come to rest against her cervix she throws her legs around my hips. She holds me there in that position as she wiggles to rub her clit against me. Sara moans. “Oh yes Daddy, fuck your wife’s brains out. You made me so horny I can’t stand it.” Then she begins the thrust use her legs to pull me into her. I begin a rhythm set at a pace that Sara loves. It doesn’t take Sara long before she is achieving orgasm; I only slow down during her strongest spasms. When she begins to come out of it I resume the rhythm. Sara soon against a series of back-to-back orgasms that I make last for quite a while, but I don’t want to totally exhaust her or myself. I adjust the rhythm then bring myself to orgasm, triggering a very strong orgasm in response from Sara. Sara screams her bless. “OH FUCK YES, FILL ME UP DADDY. OH YES, FUCK YES. I’M CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.” Sara spurts back, as I dump the contents my balls into her.
Once we finished our climax Sara pulls me down onto her. I hold tightly to her as she and I gasp. Once we have recovered, I rise then as she releases me I roll onto my back beside her. We lay there basking in the afterglow for a long time. As four stomachs around me begin to rumble I know will have to get up and eat soon. Jewels is the first to prod us out of bed. “You guys stink like sex you better get up and take a shower before I rape the lot of you.”
I laugh at her. “Just bring your pretty little ass over here and start raping me.”
Jewels giggles, and then moves across the bed. She sets down on my pelvis; letting her hands come to rest on my chest she begins to move them in circles. The circles have become larger and before long, Jewels rakes her fingers across my ribs. Her massage has turned into tickling. Jewels shouts. “Get that beautiful ass of yours up right now Mr.”
I set up carefully not the bump heads with Jewels, I bring her with me to standing position still holding onto her, and Jewels quickly wrapped her legs around me. I start walking with her towards the bathroom a devilish grin is on my face. Little Bobby sees my expression and asks. “Daddy, are you going to rape Mommy in the shower again?”
Jewels answers. “One thing your Daddy has never done to me is raped or hurt me in any way.”
I say in my most sincere voice. “One thing I’ll never do is that, I’ll never hurt you on purpose.”
Sara interjects. “Just be careful if you get him to teach you martial arts. His very careful but accidents still happen.” Sara rubs her arm over the area where it was broken six years ago, which always elicits a sorry expression from me.
Little Bobby asks Sara. “Could you tell us the story at breakfast?”
Morgan says. “Yes please, I’m starving, I need food.”
Jewels says. “Producing milk will make you have a larger appetite.”
I wait my turn use the toilet, shave and step in the shower. My loves wait for me they wash me from head to toe, then I wash them from head to toe, kissing them every place on their lovely bodies and rinse them again. Stepping out, today we dry each other. My loves begin to dry their hair; I quickly dressed and headed to the kitchen.
I pill a half-dozen apples slice and a place them in a skillet with a quarter cup butter and brown sugar, a little cinnamon and nutmeg to taste. Stir fry them to the apples of completely soft and butter has turned to a soft caramel. I make pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I place apple butter on the still warm pancakes making it triple stack per plate. Then I cover them with the caramel apples sauce, my pancakes are now ready to serve. Not thinking I fill five glasses of milk from the pitcher and put them beside each place setting. I call my loves to eat.
My loves comes in a rush, they each kiss me before taking their places. Sara and Jewels eyes light up seeing my famous pancakes. Simultaneously they say. “Hadn’t had these in a while.” They look at each other and then giggle. It’s contagious and spreads around the table as we all began to laugh. As each girl digs into the pancakes they complement me on the job I did. The pancakes are rather sweet so soon each girl is sipping from the glass of milk. Jewels first notices the difference in the milk. She gives me a look but doesn’t say anything. Then I realized where I got the milk from, and I nearly break out laughing, but struggling I control myself. Each time I reach for my glass I nearly cracked up again, so I finish my pancakes without hardly touching my milk, or should I say my daughters’ milk.
At the end of breakfast with everyone plate and glass empty, even Jewels has an empty glass. Morgan says. “I don’t know, if it was because I was so hungry or the food was so good, the milk even taste better.”
Jewels can no longer contain herself she burst out laughing and falls from her chair. Sara, Little Bobby, and Morgan have puzzled looks on their faces. That’s when they asked me. “Dad, what did you put in the pancakes?”
Jewels between gales of laughter says. “The milk, not the pancakes.”
Three confused expressions plead an answer. Of course I won’t lie to them. “I got the milk from the pitcher.”
Jewels has set up just in time to catch the change in expressions on the three. Their expressions change from confusion to shock, back to confusion then amusement. Sara gets a devilish grin before asking. “Got any more?” There’s just a tiny bit left in the pitcher maybe of couple ounces, which I quickly poured into Sara’s glass. She takes her time slowly looking the twins in the eyes. Then she says. “Now I understand why Daddy gets so horny when he expresses you.”
Jewels giggles and says. “My daughters have the best milk I tasted. Course they never left enough of mine for me to taste.”
Sara chuckles and says. “I want to taste yours and you can taste mine too.”
Jewels giggles. “You got a deal Sara.”
Sara gives Jewels playful expression then turns to the girls changing expression to one normally seen in zombie films, the zombie look wide eyes, nearly expressionless otherwise. Sara stands pulling her arms forward in a gruff voice she says. “Got to have milk, zombie need milk.” As she begins to slowly move towards Little Bobby and Morgan, both girls giggle stand and run away laughing the entire time.
Jewels pokes me. “You created a monster.”
Holding Jewels to me, I say. “Whose idea was it to put the milk in a pitcher in the first place?”
Jewels giggles. “I guess we’re both to blame for the creation of that monster.”
The Twins run back through, they shout. “Mommy, protect us from Sara the milk zombie.”
Jewels looking up at me gives me a wink, as a devilish grin is on her face. I release her stepping back I wink back, saying loudly. “Oh no run I think your mothers infected too.”
The twins gives a playful scream and turns and runs away again laughing as they run. The house is designed with two stairwells to the second floor and to the basement. There are a few other ways, I’m sure the women haven’t found yet. With Jewels setting an example of playing with her children I’m sure my future is definitely going to be a lot of fun.
I need to go check my e-mails to see if anyone is in desperate need of help, one of those companies will always need something. I walk into my office set down at my computer and log on, bringing up my e-mail I find a few e-mails. Most are congratulations on wedding to Sara. But one catches my eye it’s from Mike. He has some interesting results from Jewels DNA test; I didn’t know he had one preformed. With some further investigation they found out something else Janet had used their mothers name when she gave birth to Jewels. Jewels is Janet’s daughter! Jewels was, or is my stepdaughter.
Jewels pokes her head in the door, she still looking for the girls. I call her over to look at the e-mail. She reads it, looks at me then with a devilish grin says. “I finally get to have a good Daddy, one that really knows how to love his little girl right.” Jewels giggles like when she was twelve. She begins taking off her clothes. Talking like a little girl Jewels asks. “Does Daddy like seeing me naked?” I nod my head yes, as Jewels continues removing the remainder of her clothing, and then she begins to strip me. “Daddy, do you want to fuck your little girl? Daddy you want to fuck your Jewels?” As she pulls my pants down with my boxers my manhood springs upward standing nearly straight out.
Jewels giggles. “I see Daddy wants to play with his Jewels. Daddy with that big cock wants to fuck his stepdaughter Jewels. Say it Daddy, tell me what you want to do.”
I grab one of Jewels breasts and begin a little tease of her nipple which hardens instantly. Bending down I take Jewels other breast into my mouth, my tongue licks over her nipple teasing it to hardness. Jewels moans. “I love Daddy sucking on my tits.” She moves her hands to the back of my head and pressed her breast forward. Jewels moaning again. “Put your daughter’s tits in your mouth Daddy. Suck on them Daddy. Daddy stuff your mouth with my tits. Oh so good Daddy!” Jewels moves me to her other breast where I suck and tease it I move my other hand now to the vacated breast. After a while playing with that breast Jewels spasms lightly and releases my head. I place Jewels on the edge of the desk as I kiss down her body, her legs spread wide as I look up into her eyes, Jewels says. “Yes Daddy, eat your daughter’s pussy. Make your daughter cum on Daddy’s tongue.” Begin to lick her lips wildly; I’m turned on at the knowledge of Jewels being my stepdaughter. Jewels screams after a moment, holding my head tight to her pussy she spurts wetting my face. “OH YES DADDY LICK ME, OH YES, OH YES I’M CUMMING.” Jewels shakes spurts again. I don’t want to wait. I want to drive my nine inches of steel hard cock into my stepdaughter. I step back rising I grab my cock and aim it straight for her hot little pussy. Jewels eyes fly open see my approach she screams at the top of her lungs. “YES DADDY. FUCK ME. FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER. FUCK ME.”
As soon as my dick opens her pussy lips Jewels spurts again totally wetting my cock. I press into her one fast stroke Jewels screams still an orgasm. “I GOT ALL OF DADDY’S COCK IN ME. YES DADDY, FUCK ME DADDY. FUCK.” I begin pounding away at Jewels the two of us are so turned on nothing else matters but the giving and taking pleasure from each other. Jewels screams again. “FUCK YES DADDY, I’M CUMMING.” Only at the very edge of my perception am I aware that someone else is reading my e-mail.
Jewels begins another orgasm and screams. “YES DADDY FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL. I’M CUMMING.”
I feel the tightness in my balls and I know I’m going to fill my little girl, my Jewels with my hot semen, I shout. “Yes Jewels I’m Cumming.” I pushed deep in hold myself as I fire rope after rope into her. I feel her shake violently as she spurts back lost in her own orgasm. I carry her over to the couch and lie down with Jewels resting on my chest.
Hearing all the commotion Little Bobby pokes her head into the office. Sara wraps Little Bobby in a hug, and says. “You got to read this e-mail.”
Little Bobby takes the desk chair and begins to read the e-mail. “After only a second or two her mouth was open in shock.” Then she begins to giggle looking over at her Dad and Mom.
They quickly find Morgan and practically dragged her back to the office to read the e-mail. When she is finished she looks over at her grandpa and sister on the couch. Morgan giggles and says. “We’ve got very connected family here.”
Sara giggling points out. “Depending how you look at it, in this room are five people, they are one grandfather, one father, one husband, one mother, one aunt, two nieces, four daughters, four sisters, and four wives.”
Little Bobby and Morgan say simultaneously. “That’s nineteen relatives.”
Chuckling from the couch I point out. “Sara you missed two granddaughters. And don’t forget all the in-laws, three brother-in-law and three sister-in-law’s, three father in-laws, and five son-in-law’s.”
Little Bobby and Morgan giggle and say in unison. “You sure did Sara and that makes thirty-three relatives.”
Jewels now it’s my turn to make Sara feel old says. “Sara you’re also our stepmother. Making you also Little Bobby’s and Morgan’s step grandmother”
Sara somewhat confused for just a second then laughs. “I’m my own stepmother, and Little Bobby and Morgan. Jewels you’re your own mother. ”
Jewels points out. “That means two of my moms have milk.”
Little Bobby and Morgan again look at each other and giggle. They scream. “MILK ZOMBIES.”
Instead of running away this time they start removing their clothing.
After that we spent the rest of the day making love, and sleeping together, to wake up and do it all over again, in short very blissful day.
Tuesday morning:
I woke early had the alarm set at seven, I needed to start doing more exercise or I’ll start gaining weight, that is last thing I wanted. I slowly climbed out of bed laying Sara next to Jewels, in their sleep they moved to cuddle each other. I was trying to be very quiet but I still woke up Morgan, she whispered. “Where are you going Daddy?”
Bending close to her ear, I whispered back. “I’m going to the pool, to do laps.” She smiled and got up too.
Her breasts were full but she didn’t want expressed yet. She had gotten in the hot tub for a little while. Then dried set in lounger near the pool. She set down the house ask her if she’d like to tan. This caused her to giggle. Then she replied. “Yes house, I would like to tan.” She set there watching me do laps for ten minutes. After she had been tanning ten minutes the house informed her that for an even tan she should than rollover to tan her back now. Somewhat reluctantly Morgan rolled over on her stomach. When another ten minutes were up, the house informed Morgan that she had reached recommended tanning time for her. Morgan decided it was now time for me to express her leaking breasts. Morgan calling to me says. “Dad I don’t think I can wait any longer to be expressed.”
It’s only about eight o’clock so I know that the others are not up yet.
I chuckled and then ask. “Should I get the pitcher?”
Morgan now leads me out to the kitchen. “That was funny yesterday, and when Sara and Mom chased us around was fun. Yes, let’s do that.”
After Morgan is fully expressed, I go bring Little Bobby out to the kitchen to express her as well. Today we actually have just a little more milk than yesterday. We placed the pitcher in the fridge and go back to bed for a little while.
The four of us make love again before getting up. Jewels, Little Bobby, and Morgan Cook breakfast this morning. Sara and I check my e-mails just a little advice here and there to a few of the companies, and more congratulations on marring Sara for most of the e-mails.
After we completed reading the e-mails we joined everyone else in the kitchen. The twins were doing most of the cooking with Jewels assistance on the recipe. The kitchen filled with wonderful aromas as they cooked breakfast. Soon the food is in place on the table, and no one was surprised as Jewels poured milk from the pitcher.
I still wanted to take Jewels to our stargazing spot and she agreed to go with me, but Sara wanted to bring the entire family so we went together after breakfast. I had two gators utility vehicles. There was a two seat vehicle four-wheel-drive, it also had snow blade, plus another one which had four seats, using the two gators we could move all five of us with no problem. I could keep everyone close. This time of year the Bears should still be in hibernation. If not they would be aggressive and I would not want to be separated in that case. Both gators had cans of bear spray, it is a mace like product. It will cause most bears to turn and run.
We start off for the waterfall Little Bobby brings the camera this time. She wants pictures of everyone in front of the waterfall. It doesn’t take near as long to get there on the gators as it does walking, not as romantic but we are altogether. After a few pictures with no one, Little Bobby begins to pose us with the falls as backdrop. Sara takes one of Little Bobby, before Little Bobby leaves I walk up to her and put my arm in hers, like we were when we first came here. I kiss Little Bobby and Sara takes a photo of it. Soon each girl replaces Little Bobby and we all take pictures of me kissing them in front of the falls. We also take a group photo before leaving.
We had to the Meadow up the old logging road, we arrive there is still just as pristine as the day of the snow fall, I carried Jewels out to our spot. As Jewels and I tell the girls of the events that happened here. Little Bobby take photographs of everyone, Jewels and I set down in the exact spot the twins were conceived. Jewels tells them. “I didn’t know it then, right here is where Daddy knocked me up.”
I look at Jewels and say. “You knew you were pregnant.”
Jewels laughs and replies. “No I didn’t know you were my Daddy.” Jewels gives me a passionate kiss.
Much like the falls each girl has to pose with me. By this time we are all terribly cold and head back to the warmth in our cabin. We put the gators away back in the garage to use later. Since I’m out and dressed already I bring fire wood and for the day. My loves had scampered off into the hot tub to warm up. When finished I join them a warm water feels great as do eight hands massaging my body as the girls play with me.
After a while Jewels asks. “Does Daddy want to go put his big hard cock in one of his daughters?”
I replied happily. “Of course I want to put my big dick in my daughters’ hot dripping little cunts.”
It only took a little while before all five us were again in the master bedroom making love like yesterday. Sara worked the camera today. And Little Bobby basically did what Morgan did yesterday. It had a déjà vu feeling to it, with the events occurring in nearly exactly the same way. Little Bobby sprayed her milk on Morgan and Jewels, but today I tried aiming and it their clits a lot more. Sara took pictures of the events.
As Little Bobby and I came to our climax, Sara sets down the camera. I roll Little Bobby onto my chest as we both try to catch our breath. Little Bobby hasn’t completely caught her breath when Sara rolls her onto her back. Sara dives between little Bobby’s legs. Sara sucks and licks at Little Bobby’s cummy pussy. When I see this I’m instantly hard again my excitement seems to fully recharge me. Sara turns looking over her shoulder as I line myself up to enter her. She smiles and says. “Yes Daddy, my pussy is so very ready for you.”
Shortly after I press my head into her hot body, Sara thrust back hard taking all of me fully into her. I grab her hips and began to pound into her, Sara leans forward again going back to work on Little Bobby’s pussy. Some minutes later both women scream as they are in orgasm. I too no longer can’t hold back pushing deeper into Sara I release a torrent of cum, as rope after rope fires into my climaxing wife.
I collapsed to the bed and sleep, satisfied I’ve done my best for my wives.
Its four thirty in the afternoon when a weeping Jewels awakes me. I’m confused as Jewels cries into my chest; fear suddenly takes me as no one else is in the room. “Jewels, is everyone okay?” She shakes her head yes against me. “What is it Love? What can I do?”
Jewels sniffles and says. “Not what you can do, what you did.”
Now I’m definitely confused. “What did I do?”
Jewels holds up an early pregnancy detection strip with the + on it. Then backs off I then see the brilliant smile and bright eyes shedding tears of joy. “You got me pregnant again Daddy!”
I kiss Jewels passionately when we break I say. “Silly girl I knew that.”
Jewels punches me on my shoulder. “You are no fun.”
Sara is in the doorway the bathroom with the brilliant smile, tears of joy she runs jumps on the bed. Sara waving her test strip about excitedly shouts. “I’M PREGNANT, DADDY YOU KNOCKED ME UP TOO!”
I kiss Sara passionately when we break I say. “Silly girl I knew that.”
Jewels and Sara giggle then throws their arms about me, told me tightly I kiss them. Little Bobby and Morgan now run from the bathroom where they had been watching. They throw their arms around the three of us and join in on the giggling.
“You have made me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

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Dog Gone Good

Have you ever wondered what it might be like to cross an extremely taboo line, and then not be able to come back to some semblance of normalcy afterwards?

A Reality Check

What thoughts, wants and needs are inside any person and what makes them suppress or express certain desires.

THE HUNT, Chapter 1: The Beginning

The setting for the story in my mind is similar to the mid-1700’s of America, if not really. Outside the larger cities along the sea coasts, the economy of the inhabited, ‘civilized’ if you will, land is largely on the backs of slavery. The racial makeup of the characters in unimportant and purposefully not defined. What is important is what people do, how they react in their opportunities and their life in general.

Motivation

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The Ghost and Me Part 5

Part 5 Our Plan and Escape.
I woke earlier than normal, which I put down to the extraordinary activity of last night. I lay there looking towards the window trying to think of a plan that would help both Sam and I. While laying there, I heard the bathroom door open and close. I sat up, still with the sheet covering me below the waist.
Trish walked into my room, wearing nothing more than a pair of pink panties. I could see that her breast were small, firm and her nipples were hard little points. She walked over to my bed and sat down looking at me. I said,”What?” Trish dropped her head and responded, in a quiet voice,”Kylies in the shower and I was wondering if you’d like to fool around with me, a little?” I shook my head and said,”No. I’m still tired from last night.” then I went onto to say,”Plus, I’m sort of mixed up about what’s happening.” which I was. Trish only nodded and said,”Well, whenever you’re ready call me ok. I’d liked the way you handled yourself and I guess that you’re a really descent bloke too.” I only nodded, Trish got up and walked out of my room.
A little later on, while still in bed, I heard the bathroom door open and close again. Now, Kylie walked into my room, wearing a new T shirt and white translucent panties. I could see a thin strip of pubic hair, a landing strip I think they call it, under the panties. She sat near me and started off with,”What do you think the spirit wants?” I just shook my head. I looked at Kylie, though she wasn’t looking at me, but at my groin. I looked down and saw that the sheet was laying over my cock. From what I could see, anyone could get an impression, that I was quiet big. I wondered if Trish had seen it?
I raised my head and felt my cock hardening, from Kylie’s absorption of my cock. I looked at Kylie, who now looked at me and I could see she was blushing. I said,”Do you think that Samantha knows what’s happening?” Kyle shook her head and said,”I don’t think so, but may be that’s for the best. She’s going through a tough period at the moment.” I said,”What’s wrong?” at that I saw Kylie’s arm move and felt her hand lay and start stroking my cock. She said,”You remember I told you that her parents died? Well she’s tried to kill herself 3 times now and I’m worried that she’ll succeed the next time.” At that Kylie gripped my cock and started stroking my cock through the bed sheets.
I looked down and saw my cock wrapped in the bed sheet, while Kylie stroked me. I thought to myself, ‘But you’re a lesbian?’ I looked into Kylie’s eyes once more and she smiled, saying,”No, I like cock too. But, it’s only with a few men that I get to pick.” It seemed to me that she read my mind. My cock was rigid now when her hand movements stopped. She removed the sheet from my cock, grasped it, then bending down, engulfed my cock with her mouth. I felt the velvet sensation of her lips circling my cock head, with the added feeling of her tongue. She grasped the base of my cock tightly and ran her tongue around the edge of my cock.
I started to protest, when Kylie stopped raised her head off my cock and looked at me,”Just relax. I saw this big boy in action last night and wondered what it would taste like.” She lowered her head again and swallowed my cock. At first she slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock, then stopped at the top, licking the rim. She stroked my cock several times, then bobbed her head again several more times. I liked the feeling of her mouth surrounding my cock, so I closed my eyes and laid back down.
I was enjoying the sensation of a mouth sliding down and up my cock. I could feel her tongue as it slid up, over the rim of the head and then touched the slit in my cock. Kylie took her mouth away and I could feel her hand start to jack me off again. Then, I felt her tongue on my ball sack, as it started to wash them. I was loving the experience, when I felt the bed sink a little lower. I thought that Kylie must have laid down between my legs.
The tongue on my balls stopped and the hand moved away from my rigid pole. I was loving that sensation, hoping that it hadn’t stopped, when the mouth and tongue returned to my cock. So, I just laid back and started enjoying it, when a second tongue started to play with my balls. I opened my eyes and looked down towards my feet. There was Trish naked, laying between my legs, with her head stuck in my groin, licking just underneath my balls. Kylie was still sitting on the side of the bed, with her mouth holding my cock between her lips.
The sensation was something that I never expected to feel. Two tongues attacking my cock and nuts, at the same time, was something surreal. I was watching these two bi girls licking and sucking on my manhood, when Trish stopped, got up into a kneeling position. She tapped Kylie on the back, who sat up too and looked up at Trish.
Trish, still kneeling, now moved further up the bed. Then, with out warning, she straddled my hips and shuffled her body forward until she was above my cock. Kylie watched, with interest, as Trish grabbed my rigid cock and guided it towards her pussy. She manoeuvred my cock into place at the entrance to her cunt, then started to push downwards. Trish’s cunt was slick and tight as she began her descent down my cock. Trish’s pussy was completely shaven, and as it slid downwards, it had this lewd look about it. It’s lips were being pulled inwards towards my cock, as it went down.
Trish got to base of my cock and shifted her weight around, until it her pussy settled nicely on me. I watched as Kylie sat up again and proceeded to take her T shirt and panties off. Now none of us were clothed. She laid down next to me and leant in, starting to kiss me, pressing her lips against mine. Kylie was using one of her hands to run it across my chest, rubbing my nipples and down to my stomach. Then she opened her mouth and started pushing her tongue between my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to invade my mouth.
I felt Kylies tongue on mine, the texture and taste, which was different to Sam’s, but still exquisite. Now, I invaded Kylie’s mouth and tasted the inside of her mouth. We shared this lingering kiss, as Trish’s pussy was sliding up and down on my pole. I broke contact with Kylie only to look at Trish as she started to turn around, so now her arse was facing me. She squatted down, and using her knees as leverage, started force her cunt up and down on my cock faster. Now Kylie was starting to move upwards, until she was able to swing her leg over my head. Now, her cunt was just above my mouth, with it’s lips opening like a flower.
Kylie lowered herself down till her pussy was snugly mounted onto my mouth. I grasped her hips and started licking those puffy lips of hers, parting them with my tongue. Trish was now riding my cock hard. It felt like a jack hammer hitting my pubic bone, as she mashed her cunt into the base of my cock. I could feel the stirring happening inside my cock. My seed rising though the inside, towards it’s release into Trish. Kylie pushed her cunt into my mouth and started rubbing her clit on my lips and nose. We were building towards our climax, when Kylie pushed hard up against my lips. I felt her juices leaking down onto my face and running into my mouth.
As I swallowed, whatever juices were in my mouth, I felt the need to push hard up into Trish, so I let go of Kylie’s hips and grabbed Trish, pulling her down onto my cock. And, I started ejaculating my seed into her. Trish’s cunt grabbed my cock in a vice like grip as she pushed down as far as she could go. As she did this, Trish opened her mouth and groaned, from deep within her body.
We held that position for what seemed like minutes, until we all slumped onto the bed. I still had my eyes closed until I felt rested enough to open them. I looked at the other two bodies, Trish had fallen back, lying her back across me onto the bed to my left. Kylie was also on her back, knees beside my head, with her eyes closed and panting hard, to my right.
We all laid there until I started to move. Then, Trish rolled over onto her side, extricating me as she did so. On the other hand, Kylie swung her leg over my head and laid back onto the bed. Trish was the first to speak and said,”Can I make another appointment for next Monday. Need something to start the week.” and she laughed weakly at her pun. Kylie pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked at me. “I’ll have whatever she’s having. I wish all blokes could fuck and suck like you. Then I’d have the best of both worlds.” I just shook my head and said,”Sorry ladies, only one test run per customer.” Now both women were laughing. We all started moving and got up off my bed. I headed into the shower, along with Kylie, as Trish walked out to the kitchen, saying she was making coffee. I looked at the clock in the lounge room and saw that it was only 7.40am
Kylie and I got into the shower started running the water. We started washing ourselves and each other. When I was clean enough, I left, grabbed my towel and dried off. Trish walked into the bathroom naked. She looked at me, with a smile and walked into the shower with Kylie. I left and went back to my room, to dressed for the day. I later went out and finished making the coffee for us, made some toast and retrieved some fruit jam. Kylie and Trish both walked out to the lounge room, wrapped in towels and sat at the table, where we ate and drank.
I would often catch Kylie and or Trish looking at me with a smirk on their faces. Then it was Trish, who said,”Adam, I meant what I was saying. I want to come back over on Sunday night. What do you say?” I said,”Trish, no. I’m no stud, but 3 women in less than 10 hours. I don’t think I can take much more. Anyway if I can have a couple of weeks then maybe we can start something. Is that alright?” Trish nodded, had a strange crooked smile and said,”Well I suppose that has to be the way then.” Trish got up walk back towards the bathroom and disappeared from my sight.
I looked at Kylie who said,”She’s a little angry that you turned her down. But I will say this I want more too. I must say it’s not only the cock that you’re gifted with. Some women could learn how to use their tongue. That was……..” she stopped, as if remembering the right word, then said,”Extreme.” I never was one for pleasing women. Usually I shot my load and waited for them to have their orgasm, which sometimes never came.
Kylie went on,”So, I’m going to call Samantha up and see what she remembers. Ummm I don’t know if we should keep on coming around until we can see if the ghost can be stopped from possessing Samantha.” I started to get worried, but the more I thought about Sam I realised that this was perfect. And I’d be able to explain it to Sam when she arrived this morning. Trish came back out dressed in her clothes. Kylie got up and walked back to the bathroom, dropping her towel as she went. I laughed because I knew that was something that Kylie would want me to linger on, so I wouldn’t forget that particular arse.
Trish sat down and reached over and grabbed my hand and said,”Adam. I’m bi-sexual. I love women and some men. But, I would like it if you’d consider letting me come over every so often, so that we could sleep together. I like you!” I looked at Trish, she was a very beautiful woman, if not a bit odd. I said,”I’d love to be your fuck buddy, but first let me get my own head in order first and I will call you. OK?” She smiled, which was really surprising as it appeared to be very genuine. It made her looked prettier. She responded with,”Great.” She leant over and kissed me on the lips, then sat back down.
Kylie walked out now smiling and started to gather all of the equipment and her clothing together. Trish went and helped, as did I. After the girls were packed and ready to go, I escorted them to the door and watched as they walked through it. Trish stopped long enough to kiss me on the lips and then continue on her way.
After they’d gone, I closed the door and shook my head. My cock was now starting to get sore and need a rest today. I looked at the wall clock again and saw it was 9.15am which gave me enough time to clean up and make the bed, with fresh sheets, in case I needed them again.
It was close to 11am by the time there was a knock on the door. On opening it, there was Sam beautiful and radiant to look at. I ushered her in and she immediately walked to the lounge and sat down. I followed and sat down next to her, watching her all the time. Sam looked at me and smiled. I leant over and kissed her and she responded back with a peck. Then as we broke our kiss apart she said,”You’ve had a really good morning haven’t you!”
I explained what happened trying to say something to Kylie, but being stopped. I thought Sam was going to get angry, but she nodded her head. I told her I was sorry and only wanted her and she made my heart complete. Sam smiled at that and said,”Adam, what we are doing is something that I don’t want to waste. I’m making a commitment to you and I just want the same from you.” I agreed, when I said,”What’s going to happen to Samantha? How do you two discuss something like this?”
Now it was Sam’s turn to nod and looked down. Then she looked up into my eyes and said,”Adam Samantha and I did talk about this. I can’t tell you how but I can say that we can occupy limbo for a very short time before we have to come back into this world. Anyway, Samantha is willing to release her body to me, as long as she can go on to her parents and be with them.” I said,”How does that happen?” Sam looked at me perplex and said,”I don’t know. There was no rule book when I died. I haven’t seen another ghost around. No beam came for me, as I was wandering around. It was you who drew me back into the apartment.” Sam went quiet, looking sad.
It was now that I explained my plan to her. I told her that when Trish and Kylie contacted her she was going to tell them that she was going overseas to live. That Samantha was putting all her furniture into storage, until she returned. We’d then leave and return back to my property outside of Young, where we’d marry and live, with a garden, a green house and all the flowers we could grow. Sam smiled at that and then she asked,”What do you mean marry. You haven’t asked me yet. Have you?”
I got up off the lounge and walked out to the balcony, where I picked up the potted Wirra Willa Orchid. I returned inside, handed Sam the pot and orchid. Sam now looked confused, when I knelt to the floor looked at her and she laughed and said,”Yes. I will.” We both laughed as I stood up. I took the orchid off her and placed it on a seat nearby. I turned back to Sam, took her hand and helped her to her feet. When she stood up, I took her in my arms and kissed her and said,”Marry me?” She said,”Yes, I do.” We kissed again.
After our lingering kiss faded, I walked over to my computer and sat down. I typed into the search engine,’Transference of souls.” and found under greatdreams.com a reference to the transferring of souls. It went onto say that souls can exchange at any time and the soul that leaves the body will ascend to a higher plain. It also explained that it was not a suicide, but an acceptance. Sam and I both looked at each other. Several more searches gave us the information that we needed and how to exchange Sam’s and Samantha’s souls.
Sam and I sat down together and made our plans. We discussed how we’d go about making Trish and Kylie believe that she was going overseas. I’d return home, at the same time, and make ready for Sam’s arrival. Then when everything was ready, I told Sam she could return and go straight to Young with me. We’d also get all of her furniture and property moved from storage to Young, a week later. Everything was planned, Sam was really happy. Then Sam and I kissed while sitting there on the lounge.
I couldn’t help myself, I reached up and cupped her breast. Sam wasn’t wearing a bra, so, grasping her nipple between my finger and thumb, I started to twist it, receiving small groans from my touch. I stopped kissing her mouth and bent my head to her neck where I started sucking and nipping her. Sam held my head, as I continued on with my ravishment of her neck.
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Sam was letting small moans escape her mouth, as I continued at her neck and earlobe. I stopped and stood up. I held out my hand to Sam who accepted it gladly. Then, I escorted her to my bedroom, where we stood next to it. Sam had on a cream blouse and skirt, so I undid the buttons to the blouse and unzipped her skirt. The skirt fell lifeless to the floor. I stripped the blouse off Sam’s shoulders, which also fell to the floor. Sam was naked as she never worn any panties.
Sam now pushed my shorts off my hips, and lifted my polo shirt off my body. Now I was naked and we were both standing next to my bed. Sam knelt in front of me, slowly stroking my cock, with her hand. I looked down at Sam, as she looked up at me. Our eyes met and I could see that she would always want me. As Sam looked into my eyes, she opened her mouth and placed my cock into her mouth. As she watched me, Sam glided her mouth over my cock, then dragged it back off. She kept on sliding her mouth back and forwards, just letting her lips touch my cock. She stop every so often and stroke my cock, then back to taking my cock into her mouth and letting her lips slide lewdly over my cock.
I was in heaven, but knew that if Sam kept going I would shoot all my seed into her waiting mouth. I looked at Sam and said,”My turn.” Sam stopped and I lifted her up from the floor. I turned Sam around and lowered her onto my bed. Now I knelt on the floor, opening Sam’s legs up as I did so. I raised her legs up and placed them over my shoulders, with my arm around her legs and pulled her pussy to the edge of the bed. I pushed my tongue between her lips and parted them, as I ran my tongue upwards, sticking my tongue out as far as I could. Sam groaned at the touch of my tongue, on her pussy.
I looked at her pussy, after reaching the top. I could see her clit was sticking up and erect. I moved my lips over her clitoris and kissed it. Then, I locked my lips onto it and started sucking, letting my teeth bite it, every so often. Sam was grabbing my head and moaning heavily, as I continued with my onslaught. I was letting my tongue run up each lip, then suck her clit once more, then return to the other lip and do it all over again.
I gripped her clitoris again, with my lips, when Sam pushed my head right into her pussy. Her legs tightened around my head, in a vice like grip, as she moaned from deep within her. When I felt her juices run from her, over my tongue and face, I knew I would never get enough. Her juices tasted like a tantalising wine, fragrant and delicious. I released myself from Sam’s grip and unhook her legs from my shoulders.
I stood up and looked down on to this beautiful woman, who, as I looked at her, had changed yet again. I never saw it when she first came through the door, but now I could see that her hair was nearly ash blond. Her hips were smaller and her breast were now small and delicate. I smiled at Sam who smiled back. I said,”Honey, turn over and kneel, will you?” She did as I said, and responded,”Mmmm we’re trying something new?” I just said,”I was going to try a new position.”
Sam was now kneeling and bent over, holding herself up by her arms. I moved in behind her and positioned my cock at her pussy. I ran the head of my cock over her pussy, until it was lathered in her juices. When I was ready I pushed into Sam slowly, letting my cock feel her inner warmth and tightness of her cunt. I loved Sam’s pussy as it enveloped my cock. The sensation of her pussy was heaven, it felt like velvet and satin, all in one.
I was sliding in and out of Sam, when I started to rub her clit with my index and fore fingers. I felt her juices covering my fingers. So, when they were wet enough, I brought my fingers up and placed them at her sphincter. I started to apply pressure on her sphincter, when my index finger slipped through into her warm bowels. I started sliding my finger in and out, when Sam started to push back against me. Now, I pulled my finger out, then pushed both fingers into Sam. She must have liked what I was doing as she pushed back onto my fingers, on feeling them invade her inner bowel. I slid them in and out several times, when I thought it was time.
I withdrew my cock and lined it up with her sphincter, placing the tip at her entrance. I slowly pushed forward, holding her hips as I did so. At first there was resistance with her sphincter and Sam began groaning in pain. I told her to relax which she must have done, as pushing my cock past her sphincter was easier. I slowly moved in and out of Sam until she was comfortable with my cock. I could feel the heat of her bowels on my cock. It was different to that of her vagina, especially with the sensation and warmth.
It felt slick, not as juicy as her pussy, tighter than her vagina and the warmth was more intense. This difference made me start to thrust harder in her. Sam, as soon as she was accustomed to my cock, was pushing back against me. I was still holding her hips and now grabbed her hips tightly, pulling her onto my cock. I was thrusting just as hard into her when Sam let out a loud moan and dropped her head to the bed.
I felt Sam’s sphincter tighten around me, making it harder. So, I rammed my way in and shot my load. Sam groaned on feeling my seed enter her arse. Then, it felt like Sam’s sphincter began milking my cock, as it tightened and released so often that my cock kept erect, even after I stopped releasing my seed.
I stayed inside Sam until I felt like I wanted to lay down. So, I pulled out of Sam, and saw my shit covered cock, slid out of her rectum. Sam backed off the bed and stood up next to me. Sam kissed me and said,”Shower.” I nodded and we walked into the bathroom. I entered the shower and Sam went onto the toilet. After she finished, she came into the shower and we washed each other until we were clean.
After Sam and I got dried and went back into the bedroom and laid on the bed arm in arm, making plans, fixing up the finer details and hugging each other. Sam was now very happy, seeing that we’d soon be together and there be no more holding back. It was when we were kissing that Sam let a surprise out.
Sam said,”Adam do you remember when I told you that I knew you were the one because our inner glow matched?” I looked at Sam and said,”Yes.” She went on with,”Well I told you that Samantha and I talked in Limbo?” again I said,”Yes.” She said,”Well as I came back into our body I saw another glow. It was down here.” and she placed her hand on her stomach. I looked at her face then at her stomach then back to her face.
I was trying to understand what Sam was getting at, until she started smiling. I looked at her stomach again, where both her hands were covering it. Then I said,”You’re pregnant? We’re going to be parents. Oh I didn’t hurt you did I? Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl yet?” Now Sam was giggling and smiling. She said,”I think it maybe a boy, daddy.” I was overjoyed. I was going to be a father and I had the love of my life what else could be better.
We stayed in bed until later in the day, when Sam stated she had better go home. She thought the girls would be coming by again tonight. I told her they weren’t. So, she settled back down in bed with me. We made our plans and ordered takeaway pizza for dinner.
Part 6 Our Plans Go Wrong.

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A Family Man: Part 3 Detour

As this is the first story I’ve written, I am learning as I go. I will now be adding part numbers to this and future chapters, making it easier for readers to know the order of each chapter. Chapter 1 was ‘A Family Man: Awakenings’, Chapter 2 was ‘A Family Man: The Journey Home’ and this is Chapter 3 ‘A Family Man: Part 3 Detour’

Sleepover At Misty’s

Misty begs her Daddy to let her have some girlfriends over. They had new nightgowns. They wanted his appreciation. He appreciated them. They wanted his attention. He gave them his attention. They wanted to feel sexy. What they ended up feeling was pregnant!

THE HUNT, Chapter 7: Our Life

Everything has changed. Slavery has ended in the plantations nearest the mountains. Their village is thriving. The ‘Warrior’ group (3 men, 3 dogs, and Maia), however, feel unneeded. They move to the West to discover something new.

What If?

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Mistaken Indemnity

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My Evil (Ex-) Wife — 2

CHAPTER 6
I was up before six, shaved and showered by the time I woke Cathy. She showered while I made a pot of coffee and prepared some fried eggs and bacon for our breakfast. We ate while we discussed our plans for Saturday. “Please don’t be upset if I don’t call between now and then. I have two long days in court on a big class-action suit. We’re suing the manufacturer of some faulty dental implants. Some patients have gotten terrible infections from them and others have fallen out, even been swallowed causing severe trauma to their stomachs or intestines. This is a multi-million dollar suit and I’ll have my work cut out for myself. The manufacturer is a foreign company—Chinese– and they’ll try to claim that the U.S. courts have no jurisdiction. They’ll lose that argument, but it will take a lot of time and effort to get past it.
“Say…ever analyze structures like anchors for construction work. I’d like to have a professional opinion as to the structure of these implants. If I send some over to you will you look at them for me? You will definitely be paid for this work.” We talked about the case for several minutes before I drove her home. In our haste we forgot all about her take-away box from La Strada.
I spent two long and harrowing days in court as I presented the summary of our case to the judge. They would have their chance on Monday. Their motion for dismissal was to nobody’s surprise found to be without merit. The suit would continue.
I picked up Cathy at seven on Saturday morning. Her dad answered the door again. “Good morning, Michael. Come in. Catherine has most of her stuff for tonight all ready to go. Care for a cup of coffee?”
“Thanks, but no. If I drink too much I’ll have to go and I don’t have much of a toilet on the boat. The water’s a bit cold this time of year—too cold for me to jump in and take a leak. Run out of jokes or is it too early for you today?” I handed him Cathy’s box from La Strada.
“I’ve been instructed to keep my mouth shut, Michael. Can you believe it? Bad enough to hear it from Catherine, but Emily has joined the crusade, too. It’s just terrible when a man can’t give a suitor some grief in his own home.” He shook his head, but he was laughing as he did. Cathy walked in and kissed my cheek looking like a dream in short shorts and a sleeveless tank top. Her jutting nipples told me that she had omitted a bra from her wardrobe. I loaded her dress and small suitcase into the SUV and off we went. The apartment was almost en route so we stopped there and hung her dress in the closet rather than have it wrinkle lying in the back of my car.
We drove to a favorite deli for fried egg and bacon sandwiches with coffee and OJ and some sandwiches and sodas for our lunch. We ate in the car before heading out for our bait. On the way I told Cathy, “Open the glove box, will you please, and take out the paper in there. That’s your registration for fishing. You have to enroll in the registry before fishing in New York. Don’t ask me why—it’s free–but it is a rule. Also, the minimum size for fluke is 19 inches so don’t be surprised if we don’t catch anything to bring home. Your dad told me he’d like some if we catch any.”
I pulled into the bait store for two dozen killies, by far the best bait for fluke and some extra hooks. Our next and final stop was the yacht club. I punched in my five-digit code for the locked security gate. We carried our supplies down the dock to my boat—a Grady White 230 center console with twin Honda 150’s. The boat was up on a hydraulic lift. “It’s a lot safer up there, believe me. There’s a big problem with stealing engines and other equipment from boats in the harbor even though we have 24-hour security. Each one of these is worth almost $12,000. I keep the rods and electronics in the locker.” I pointed to the reinforced fiberglass box that was bolted to the dock adjacent to the slip. Once the key was into the control the lift lowered the boat into the water in seconds. I handed Cathy into the boat and it took us less than ten minutes to load everything, including the inflatable PFD’s for each of us. I explained to Cathy that we both needed to wear the life preservers in case of an accident. It was very possible that we could be struck by another boat or even hit a submerged rock. These would inflate automatically as soon as they hit the water. I also told her these were the most comfortable and lightest of the alternatives. The final step was to take two ten pound bags of ice from the dockside cooler for the one on the boat. I signed the ledger with the date and time, informed the yacht club dock master of our projected route and destination and we were ready. The engines started right up and we backed out into the harbor.
We cruised along at a measly 10 mph until we were out into the breakwaters then I opened the engines up and we were on plane in seconds, cruising at more than 40 mph. We were at the shoal in minutes. I netted two killies from the live well and ran the sharp hooks through their lower lips while I explained how we would fish—drift with sinkers on the bottom, lift occasionally to detect additional weight which would indicate that a fish was holding the bait, wait for a few seconds to give the fish the chance to swallow before setting the hook. “Whatever you do, don’t drop the rod and reel over the side. They’re expensive—almost a thousand bucks each.” I chuckled as Cathy nervously took her rod. I explained that we would only fish until around 1:00 in the afternoon. “These fish only bite two hours before or after high tide which is around eleven. After that we’d just be wasting our time. We can go back to the apartment for a short nap and, no, we will not have sex then. After the ballet….” Cathy just smiled and kissed me before returning to the fishing.
“Are we having fun yet,” she asked.
“I’m about to,” I replied. “I can feel something on my line. I dropped it back for a few seconds before lifting again. The third lift told me that the fish was still there. I raised the rod forcefully to drive the sharp hook through the fish’s jaw. My rod bent almost in two—a very good sign. I fought it for almost five minutes as the fish took line against the reel’s drag several times. I grabbed the net as I brought it to the boat. It was a big one, more than twenty inches, for sure. I dropped the net in front of the whopper and scooped it up. It measured 23.5 inches and weighed more than four pounds. “That’s one for your dad,” I commented as I dropped it into the live well. That was our only bite on our first drift. We reeled in and I ran the boat back to the other side of the shoal.
We were just into the drift when Cathy exclaimed, ”Oh…oh…I think my line is stuck.”
“Be careful, it’s probably a fish.” I coached her and she set the hook on the third lift just as I had. She pulled the fish up with no trouble. Of course, it was a short—below legal limit. All the same I netted it and had her hold it for a photo before returning it to the water. After that we were both silent as we concentrated on the fishing. We each caught a few more shorts, but nothing of real interest occurred until what I had declared would be our last drift. By now Cathy knew exactly what to do. She set the hook and watched amazed as her rod bent straight down into the water. The expression on her face was amazing—and funny! I was pretty sure she had a big one so I broke out a fishing belt that could hold the rod’s butt without hurting her abdomen or thigh and give her the leverage she’d need to land a big one.
I have to say; I’ve rarely seen someone work a fish so hard. I coached her and would have taken over if she asked, but she was determined—she was going to land this fish if it killed her. It took almost ten minutes to lift the fish a total of about twenty feet. I first saw it about eight feet down and it was huge. I didn’t think it would fit into the net; I pulled out the gaff. I only use it for really big fish because once you gaff a fish it’s as good as dead. Cathy managed to get it to the boat; I leaned over and pulled up on the gaff’s sharp steel hook. It drove through the fish’s head and I pulled it quickly into the boat. Cathy sank onto a seat exhausted. The fish measured at 25 inches and 8.4 pounds, the biggest fluke I’d ever seen. I dropped it into the live well and went forward to give Cathy a big hug and kiss. I was so proud of her.
I reeled in my line, secured the hooks and we headed back to the harbor. We were stopped en route by the police who wanted to check on our registrations and any fish we had. One of the officers recognized me from the PBA lawsuit and we chatted amiably for several minutes before I pulled the two fish from the live well for their inspection and approval. At the time I felt it was an inconvenience, but it turned out to be a life saver.
I docked the boat, hosed it down and emptied it of rods and electronics. I checked in with the dock master, ran my code through the gate and loaded the fish cooler into the back to my car. We stopped at the bait shop for an official weighing and some photos before proceeding to the apartment. I was surprised to find several police cars waiting there for us.
“Mr. Kelly? Your wife has filed charges of assault and domestic violence against you; says you punched her in the face causing several lacerations and bruises.”
“When did this alleged violence occur?”
“Sometime this morning, according to the report—let’s see…sometime after eight this morning. Her lawyer insisted we arrest you.”
“Okay,” I reached into my wallet pulling out the charge receipts from the deli and bait shop. They showed the transaction times as 8:03 and 8:21 respectfully. I shared them with the officers. “If you check at the yacht club you’ll see that I ran my code through the security gate about ten minutes later. The dock master will also have clocked our departure from the dock. I was stopped on the Sound about one by your harbor patrol officers. One of them recognized me from the PBA lawsuit. Also, Ms. Wilson and I have been together since around seven this morning, returning to the yacht club dock around 1:45. You can check with the dock master who tracks all comings and goings. Kindly note my hands; see any scraped knuckles or swelling? I have no doubt she was punched. It wasn’t me who did it, though.” I explained about the impending divorce and the reasons why. They all agreed she was a fucking bitch. I was allowed to go about my business pending their investigation. I knew how that would turn out. I had to agree—Eileen was being a fucking bitch, not to mention an idiot.
Cathy and I had shown off our catch and now I made short work of filleting them and putting them in the refrigerator for her dad. There was only one thing I liked about this apartment—the bathroom. There was a large Jacuzzi big enough for two and someday maybe…. Today we needed the shower. It, too, was big enough for two. We showered together, sharing and playing with the soap and lemon juice I always used to remove the fishy odor from my hands. I ran the frothy soap up and down Cathy’s tight body and when I spent a little too much time soaping her ass crack she waggled her finger at me, telling me, “Naughty, naughty.” I simply grinned and agreed. I was being very naughty. I had been forced to endure seeing her tight little ass and those long gorgeous legs all day. I had told her “no sex,” but my resistance was almost zero especially after following her naked form from bathroom to bedroom. Her ass slinked and swayed every time she took a step. It was hypnotic.
We climbed into bed naked. I planned to sleep, but Cathy clearly had other ideas. After watching her tight ass and long legs all day I now had the pleasure of watching her in the nude. She climbed all over my body, smothering me with kisses and rubbing her incredibly soft smooth skin over mine. “Not taking no for an answer, eh?”
“Nope. You might as well give in. I’m not going to give you any peace until we’ve made love.”
“Uhh…do I have to? It’s so much work and I’m tired.” I tried to sound serious but I couldn’t keep a straight face. I grabbed her and flipped her over, moving between her legs as we laughed. My hard cock rubbed against her slit as I leaned down for a long sensual kiss. Our tongues dueled and danced in our passion and desire for each other. She pulled my head even closer as our lips mashed against each other. I couldn’t take it any longer. I raised my hips and when I lowered them my rock hard cock slid easily into her wet hot cunt. In seconds I was balls deep into her womanly core.
I pulled back slowly and initiated an easy rhythm, but Cathy wanted more. “Fuck me harder, Michael. Will you do it harder? Faster? Pulease?” She drew it out for emphasis. I rammed my cock into her in response. We moved at a frantic pace for several minutes. I couldn’t tell you how long; time stood still for both of us. There was nothing that mattered other than each other. In our state of heightened sexuality there was no way this was going to last very long. We exploded together, Cathy shaking as her orgasm ruled her body for several seconds, me blowing—erupting—in her most hospitably tight pussy. I lowered myself onto her body then off to the side. I was gasping for breath as I asked, “Can we rest now?”
She leaned up to kiss me and whispered, “Sure…and thanks, I needed that.” We were both exhausted and fell asleep quickly. We slept soundly until the alarm woke us at 4:30. I shaved and dressed in my tux while Cathy fixed her hair and makeup. I didn’t see her until I was fully dressed and when I did I was amazed. She wore a full-length strapless form-fitting gown, dark green in color that showcased her tall slender body. There was a vertical slit between her lovely breasts that ran almost to her navel and a long slit up one side of the skirt without which I doubted that she’d be able to walk. “You look amazing…incredible,” I told her and I meant it. I kissed her cheek and led her out the door.
A stretch limo was there and I enjoyed the look on her face when Marco, our driver, opened the door for her. I handed her in and followed as Marco closed the door and drove away. “I have to hand it to you, Michael. This is the most romantic date I’ve ever had. Even the fishing was kind of romantic in its own way—you know, the two of us alone…together.”
“Ah…but the best is yet to come, my dear.” I opened a compartment behind the front seat, removing the chilled bottle of Dom Perignon and two iced flutes. I removed the cork with a loud “pop” and poured for my awestruck date. “It will take us roughly an hour to reach the restaurant so we have plenty of time to make a dent in this bottle.” Cathy laughed at my faux sophistication, but smiled sexily as we drank glass after glass of the wonderful champagne.
We pulled up to Peter Luger’s in Great Neck. It’s one of New York City’s finest steak houses—Long Island branch. I got out first and helped Cathy from the limo. I suggested Marco get something to eat at my expense and led Cathy into the restaurant. “Ah, Mr. Kelly…so nice to see you again–please come in. We have your table ready, of course.” The maitre d’ took Cathy’s wrap and led us to our seats. We enjoyed iceberg lettuce wedges with minced tomatoes, bacon, and bleu cheese crumbled over the wedge. Truthfully, we could have shared one. That’s how big it was, but spending time on the water always made me ravenous and apparently Cathy was no different. We had debated what to order as our entrée and, had we been dressed less formally, we would have taken the lobster at more than two pounds, settling instead for the steak for two–the restaurant’s signature dish. We were stuffed by the time we resumed our journey to the Metropolitan Opera House for the ballet. I could see heads turn as I escorted the beautiful Cathy Wilson to our seats.
I asked Cathy if she was familiar with the ballet. When she shook her head I began to explain. “Tchaikovsky wrote the ballet to tell the tale of Princess Odette who was turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer’s curse. The original story of ‘Swan Lake,’” I continued, “is obscure, but is believed to originate from either a Russian folk story called ‘The White Duck’ or a German story entitled ‘The Stolen Veil.’ If you don’t care for the dancing you can close your eyes and just listen to the music which is nothing less than outstanding.” She looked at me with what I assumed was admiration, but later learned was love. I leaned over and kissed her cheek and relaxed awaiting the curtain.
We went to the lobby during the intermission for more champagne and had returned to our seats when I exposed my true level of sophistication; I pulled a large box of Jujyfruits from my inside jacket pocket. It was all Cathy could do not to break up. Instead, she held her hand out asking for a few. The ballet drew a standing ovation. Even Cathy applauded enthusiastically. She whispered to me on the way out, “Now comes the best part of any date with you—home and to bed, but don’t worry—I’m not the least bit tired.” I rolled my eyes, but smiled and pulled her close for a quick kiss that was hardly chaste.
I pulled out my cell and let Marco know we were ready. He pulled up in front of the theater minutes later. We were on our way back to my temporary home. As expected, Marco had iced a new bottle of Dom. We had an extremely relaxed trip home. We were almost halfway when Cathy asked, “Did some of that music seem familiar to you?”
“Sure…ever see ‘Dracula,’ the original with Bela Lugosi, or the original ‘Mummy?’ Both used music from the ballet and there are plenty of others, too like ‘Funny Girl.’ Every time it’s used the Tchaikovsky family gets royalties—millions every year. Just the performance of this ballet tonight is probably worth ten to twenty thousand dollars to them.”
“Is that true for every song?”
“Yeah…unless the family dies out, then the song becomes public domain. Sometimes the rights to the song are sold like, for example, some of the Beatles’ songs. I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight.”
“Oh. Michael, it was wonderful. The entire day was wonderful. I even liked the fishing. I hope you’ll invite me again.”
“You have a standing invitation. Whenever I go you can come with me, even if I’m not fishing. Sometimes I just like to go out after work with a sandwich or two and some sodas. It can be so peaceful and relaxing. The work I do can be stressful.”
“Speaking of stress, I’ve done some preliminary tests on those implants you sent me. I was surprised when I was able to break one at a much lower psi than I thought possible. I haven’t figured out why yet, but I will.”
“That’s interesting. I’ll bet that has something to do with all the problems people have been having.”
“Maybe…I’m not sure and I won’t be until I find out why it happened. Can you send me some more? I like to have a lot of samples to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Oops, I think that was a lame joke.” I poured more champagne and our talk turned back to the ballet. Soon we were back to the apartment. I thanked Marco and tipped him generously before leading Cathy to my new home. I was surprised when my cell rang. It was the police.
“Don’t tell me Eileen has made another complaint against me.”
“No, it’s not that. We looked at your alibi and everything checked out. When we confronted your wife she broke down and admitted she made the whole thing up to get some leverage on you. She inflicted the wounds on herself—banging her face into a corner of her dresser. We’re going to charge her with making a false report.”
“Can you hold off on that for a while…like a month, or so?” I explained why and he said it was unusual, but for me he’d do it. It always pays to have friends in the right places. I had handled the PBA’s lawsuit for nothing and I had received nothing but good things in return ever since.
I opened the door for Cathy and pulled her into a close embrace and a long kiss. I whispered when I broke it, “You’ve looked good enough to eat all day.”
“Funny, I thought the same about you…and that’s a great idea. Can we get out of these clothes?” I took her hand and led her quickly to the bedroom where I helped her out of her dress. We hung it carefully in the closet before I excused myself to the bathroom. I removed my tux, hung it away and surprised Cathy by leading her, the two of us naked, into the bathroom. The Jacuzzi was almost filled when we got there. Cathy shook her head and laughed. “I can’t think of anything remotely more romantic than tonight and this caps it perfectly.” I helped her into the tub and turned it on when I was seated.
The tub was thermostatically controlled; I had set the water temperature for 102 degrees—not as hot as most hot tubs one would find at a hotel, but hot enough to be completely relaxing. Cathy began on the other end of the six-foot tub but came to me almost immediately, sitting with her back against my chest. She turned her head and we kissed—a wet bubbly, but passionate kiss. It was definitely a lovers’ kiss–soft, but demanding. Our tongues twisted around each other as the bubbles tickled and exploded against our skin. We broke the kiss and she sat back against me. I kissed her cheek and nibbled her ear lobe eliciting a giggle from her lips. We were silent for almost five minutes.
“Okay, Michael, this was fun, but I need something else now.” I helped her out and handed her a towel as I turned the spa off and drained the water. Cathy was already in the bedroom by the time I had dried my body. She had pulled the blanket down and was reclining in a sexy pose on the sheet. A waggle of her finger invited me to join her. I had just reclined on the bed when she scrambled between my legs. I gave her a bemused look just before she spoke, “You know, Michael, I’m not usually like this. Some of my dates have described me as a ‘cold fish,’ but with you something’s different. It all seems so right with you. It never felt that way before.”
“Other than the obvious benefits, I’m glad…really glad. I love being with you. Even if we’d never made love I’d feel the same way, not that I’m turning any of this down. I love this, too.”
“I hope you’ll feel the same way about this.” She leaned down and kissed my cock. The reddish purple head twitched in response. I was sure she could see the pulsing arteries and feel the heat she was creating. Her tongue wrapped around my shaft and slid up and down several times. She kissed it again, smiled at me, and I watched my cock disappear into her mouth. She moved back up, but so slowly that it drove me crazy with lust.
“Cathy! Wait…please. This is wonderful, but I need to do you, too. Turn around, please…let me taste you.” I was frantic in my pleading. Cathy may have been many things, but she wasn’t cruel and she was just as horny as I was. She kissed my cock again and climbed over my body, placing her moist hot cunt over my chin. She returned her attentions to my cock as I began my attack on her pussy.
Rarely had I eaten Eileen’s pussy—I hated the sensation of her hairs in my mouth and between my teeth. Cathy had a nice trimmed landing strip over hers. I couldn’t wait to sample her wares. I began by kissing her silky thighs—light, tender kisses, my lips barely touching her skin. I saw and felt her shudder at my touch—good! I wanted this to be a memorable experience and one she’d want me to repeat many times. I ran my nose up and down and all around her sensitive labia. I know that most guys ignore them, going right for the woman’s canal or clit. What a waste.
After my nose I gently blew on these sensitive tissues causing Cathy to groan aloud. “Damn, Michael, what the hell are you doing to me? I am so hot I think I’m going to rape you.”
“Relax darling…I’m just getting started. There’s a lot more to come…pun definitely intended.”
“Oh, God…I’ve never felt like this and you haven’t even gotten to….”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get there…eventually and when I do….” I returned to my task, letting Cathy draw her own conclusions. I continued blowing on her labia, but added light touches of my tongue. It was fun watching and feeling her squirm on my body. I wrapped my mouth over her sweet cunt and sucked for all I was worth. Blood flowed into her labia and clit and my tongue found her tunnel at last.
My tongue curled as I fucked her with it, contacting her G-spot every time. Cathy’s groans evolved into wails—long unintelligible and incoherent mumblings—as I drove her wild. I was a sensational cunt licker, always had been. I was just a little out of practice. Cathy had forgotten all about my cock as she was in sensory overload from my tongue and nose and lips. Finally, after more than fifteen minutes I took her clit between my teeth. My technique here could best be described as gnawing. I massaged her swollen button with my teeth. It had always worked in the past and it worked now. Cathy screamed at the top of her lungs for several seconds as it hit her hard. It was all I could do to hold her steady. I turned her around once she had settled down a bit. Between gasps she asked, “What…a…bout…you?”
“Tomorrow or later if we wake up or whenever. I’m not counting. I think we need to sleep.” I would have waited for Cathy to respond, but she was already deeply asleep.
CHAPTER 7
I opened my eyes to find daylight. The clock told me it was almost 8:00. Cathy was rolled up into a little ball, her back and ass facing me. She looked so peaceful lying there next to me. I reached down, giving her gorgeous ass a little peck before rising and walking to the kitchen. I had been there less than ten minutes when I heard her pad to the kitchen. She stepped behind me, wrapped her arms around my mid-section, pushed her hard nipples into my back, and kissed my neck.
“Hmmm…nice,” I whispered. “Coffee?”
“Please.” She took the steaming mug and wandered to the table where she had left her purse the day before, not wanting to be encumbered by it at the ballet where she used one of those tiny things instead. She turned her phone on and checked her emails. “Michael…listen to this. It’s from Chad, my lab tech, ‘C, ran some tests on those dental implants. Found something interesting when I looked under the scope—tiny cracks or lines, reddish brown. Any ideas what that means? Chad.’ I do have an idea what it means and it helps to explain my earlier findings. Can we go to my office?”
I agreed, suggesting we stop by her parents’ home to drop off her dress and the fish before grabbing a quick deli breakfast. I bagged the fish using the vacuum sealing machine and off we went. I showed her dad the photos of Cathy’s prowess while she and Emily put her dress and the fish fillets away. “I’m glad to have the opportunity to speak with you, Michael,” he began. “I’m concerned at the speed with which your relationship is progressing. I don’t want Catherine to he hurt.”
“Neither do I, sir. I have the greatest respect for her and it goes without saying that I think she’s fantastic. Please believe me when I tell you that my intentions are strictly honorable.” Cathy and her mom returned at that very instant, ending our discussion prematurely. None the less, Christopher rose and patted my shoulder—a sign that he understood and accepted what I had told him. Cathy and I took our leave and I drove straight to her office, too excited to eat.
“I have some ideas, Michael, but I want to take a look for myself.” She placed one of the implants between two small pieces of wood to hold it securely and tightened the tiny vise. “Ah, I see what Chad was referring to.” She stepped aside so I could take a quick look. She had a cabinet open and was removing several implements by the time I looked up. “Do you know what density is, Michael?”
“Something to do with how closely molecules are packed?”
“Yes, it’s defined as mass per volume. Every material has a different density. It’s one of the best ways to identify a substance, even in the field with only the simplest tools.” She removed the implant from the vise and placed it onto a digital scale, noting the weight on a sheet of paper. Then she put about fifteen milliliters of water into a small graduated cylinder. She noted the increase in the water level once she had dropped the implant in. “That’s the volume; now all I have to do is divide. That’s interesting. The density of steel is roughly 8 grams/cubic centimeter; titanium is about 4.5. This has a density of 7.9. It’s supposed to be 100 percent titanium, but it’s not. Let’s try to cut it.”
Cathy moved to a small metal cutting band saw and clamped the implant in place before lowering the blade. Three minutes later we had our answer. Rather than being composed of titanium, this implant was nothing more than cheap steel covered with a plating of titanium.
“Here’s what I think, Michael—when subjected to extremes of heat and cold, like eating ice cream or drinking coffee these implants were forced to expand and contract. However, they will expand and contract at different rates. That difference caused the cracks making the surface of the steel rust and hold minute pieces of food which decayed and caused the illnesses. I’ll bet that’s what caused them to come loose, too. Titanium is very expensive and extremely difficult to work with. Steel is just the opposite. This is fraud—a means of cheating the public to make some extra money.” I nodded; I had to agree. Now it was up to me to see that the manufacturer was made to pay. But, first I had to decide on a strategy. I kissed Cathy as we closed the office. It was only a short drive to a diner where we finally filled our stomachs. I spent the rest of the day developing my plans—how to expose the fraud and win for my clients.
CHAPTER 8
I made several phone calls before court convened and presented the judge with a discovery motion. “I need several hundred implants for examination and testing, your honor.”
“That’s a ridiculous request,” objected my adversary.
“I think that some implants would be reasonable,” commented the judge, “but not two hundred. I’ll order fifty. You’ll have to get by with them.”
“Very well, your honor,” I replied seemingly dejected, but actually getting exactly what I had hoped for. They were promised within 48 hours. They were delivered the following afternoon and forwarded to an independent lab that Cathy had suggested. I couldn’t use Cathy as much as I wanted to. Our involvement would stink of conflict of interest and could sink the entire case. The following day a second box, ordered by my dentist, was also delivered for testing. I was promised results within a week’s time. I had plenty of other witnesses to examine over the interim.
Cathy joined me in court on Wednesday morning the following week as I opened testimony of my dentist. I asked all the preliminary questions one learns about in Law 101. Opposing counsel graciously stipulated to all of Dr. Caplan’s credentials. I wondered at the time how gracious he would be when I had his client by the balls. I halted direct examination after asking about ordering fifty implants from the company and forwarding them to Leonard Laboratories. Opposing counsel declined to cross-examine, a wise move in my opinion. He had nothing to gain.
Now I called Dr. Nathan Leonard, the CEO of Leonard Laboratories. I asked him about receiving the two shipments of implants. I began with those received directly from the manufacturer. Not surprisingly, they were perfect—pure titanium alloy, exactly as I had anticipated. It was time to drive my dagger deep into their hearts. I asked about the second shipment. “Not perfect, at all, “Dr. Leonard replied, “In fact, not even titanium.” This answer was met with a strenuous objection from defense counsel. Primarily, he stated that some subterfuge had occurred with the shipment—that the shipment had been tampered with, exchanged with shoddy goods, and threatened to counter-sue for slander and libel.
“Your honor,” I began calmly. “I don’t blame counsel for his objections. I would do the same if my client were looking at allegations and proof of fraud designed to cheat an unsuspecting public and expose them to life threatening disease and injury.” Opposing counsel jumped out of his seat screaming at me and demanding that I be censured for misconduct. I spoke again once order was restored. “Your honor, I have every intention of proving everything I have said if you will give me,” I pretended to check my watch, “fifteen minutes.”
“Very well, Mr. Kelly…you may proceed—objection overruled.”
I ran Dr. Leonard through the entire sequence, from the receipt of the sealed box from the manufacturer. “I had my representative in Dr. Caplan’s office to take the shipment directly from FedEx,” he testified. “I opened both shipments myself and counted the number of implants supplied. All of the implants were kept in my safe when not examined to ensure the integrity of the tests.” He went on to summarize all the tests he had conducted. He finished just before the fifteen minutes were up. “Here is a strip of hermetically sealed implants from the manufacturer—the ones you requested directly from the defense. You can see they are marked “A.” Please note that there is no response from this magnet. Over here is the second shipment, marked “B,” he continued. “Please note that these are magnetic.” He held up the strip of ten with the magnet. I saw opposing counsel cringe and the CEO had his head in his hands. “That’s because they are primarily cheap steel, not even stainless, with the thinnest possible plating of titanium alloy.”
“May we please ask for a brief recess, your honor?” It was defense counsel speaking.
“Very well…it is almost time for lunch. We will reconvene at two o’clock. He pounded the gavel and left. It was less than a minute later that I was asked to conference with the defense.
“We’ll give you a hundred million and no admission of guilt or responsibility.” I laughed.
“Not even in the same neighborhood, Stan…if fact, not even close. Three hundred and fifty million, an agreement to cease manufacture and recall of the steel implants, and then you can have the no admission clause.”
“Two hundred and fifty.”
“Three hundred and fifty or I’m out of here and taking my girl friend to lunch.”
“Deal,” the CEO agreed.
“Good, here is the paperwork. Sign and we can all go for lunch.”
“Pretty cocky aren’t you, Michael?”
“I knew the cards I held, Stan. I’ll reserve my opinion of your client’s business practices. I won’t say or do anything, but I can’t be held responsible for the judge’s actions.” I signed for the plaintiffs, had one of the secretaries from the court notarize the documents, gave them a set of copies, and returned to court with twenty minutes left on the clock before the judge called us back into session.
“Your honor, we have a settlement,” I announced, much to the amazement of the spectators, many of which were my clients. I handed a set of documents to the clerk who handed them to his honor. He read for almost ten minutes.
“Very well, I order defendant to pay the sum stipulated within thirty days. Mr. Kelly, you will provide this court with the necessary documentation for the distribution to the plaintiffs. I assume you will take the customary thirty-five percent.”
“No, your honor; my father will probably kill me, but I will take ten percent plus expenses. These people have suffered enough.” His honor simply nodded, struck the gavel, and rose to leave. I received congratulations from those present, explaining that we would meet in our offices tomorrow morning to explain the distribution. I waved good-bye and looked for Cathy. To my surprise she wasn’t there. She wasn’t anywhere in the courthouse.
I ran to my car and drove to her office. She wasn’t there, either. I phoned her cell, but there was no answer. Having no other choice, I reluctantly tried her house. She was there, thank God. Emily answered the door. “She got here about an hour ago and she’s been crying ever since. Did you have an argument?”
“No, I haven’t had a chance to speak with her all day. I’ve been tied up settling the suit.” I walked in and sat next to her. “Cathy…why…why are you crying?”
“You finished the case so I assume we are finished, too. I’ll send you a bill tomorrow.”
“I hope you do send me a bill, but you’ll have to knock me unconscious to get away from me. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, too.” She cried even harder. “I can’t decide…Catherine Kelly or Cathy Kelly?”
“What? What did you say, Michael?” She stopped to blow her nose.
“I was wondering what you liked better…Catherine Kelly or Cathy Kelly?” I brushed the tears from her cheeks before placing a gentle kiss. She reached around me and held me close. I pulled her even closer. “I love you, Cathy…more than I’ve ever loved anyone…more than I ever dreamed I could love anyone. I’ll always love you.”
“For God’s sake…say ‘yes,’ will you?”
“Geez, Mom, didn’t your parents ever teach you not to eavesdrop?”
“You’re our daughter…it doesn’t count.” It was her dad this time.
“I love you more,” was her response.
I laughed and kissed her cheek again. “Not possible, but also not worth arguing about. What say we call it a draw?” Cathy pulled back a bit before mashing her lips against mine. We kissed for several minutes until our faces were wet with spit. I hugged her again once we broke it. “Now all I have to do is get rid of my bitch wife.” Her parents rushed in to hug and kiss us their congratulations.
CHAPTER 9
I had my first meeting with Eileen and her attorney–Sheila von Staal–a woman I knew well to have as much integrity as I had. Although she was an excellent attorney I thought she was a poor choice for that reason. The first discussion was the house. They had no choice but to concede that it was mine. I wanted Eileen out in thirty days. Of course, she demanded fifty percent of the remaining assets. That’s when I brought out the cock cage and Steve produced the lab report as well as a copy of Eileen’s note—the one in which she admitted placing that monstrosity on my body. Sheila looked at everything for more than a minute. It was obvious that Eileen had omitted a few details about our sudden separation. Worse, Sheila recognized the legal implications for her client. Things only got worse when I reminded them of Eileen’s accusations of spousal abuse and the police’s reactions. Filing a false report is serious, almost always resulting in jail time.
“Steve…Michael, may I have a few minutes to caucus with my client?” Steve and I rose and left the room, returning fifteen minutes later. I could see that Eileen was pissed, but Sheila spoke calmly, “How much to make the charges go away?”
Steve looked to me for the reply, “Ten percent. I’m in a generous mood; I want this over with.”
“Yeah,” Eileen blurted out, “so you can marry that tramp!”
“It is true that I want to remarry, Eileen, but her worst day is better than your best. She has a prestigious occupation and a high income; you have never worked a day in your life. She is also trustworthy, while you’re obviously not. Need I continue?”
“No…you bastard; I gave you the best years of my life, and for what?”
Now I was thrilled that I had selected Steve to represent me. One meeting like this was about my limit, so I spoke clearly and calmly,” Eileen, I don’t recall giving you my worst years. I was thrilled with you until you betrayed me—my trust—to try to make me your slave. It wasn’t enough that I worked sixty to seventy hours a week and gave you a lifestyle you never dreamed of when you were a kid growing up. I loved you and was always faithful, but apparently that wasn’t enough either. You brought this on yourself. I’d like to say that I’m sorry, but I’m not. I met someone who is everything you’re not and, truthfully, I owe it all to you. That’s why I’m willing to give you forty percent instead of twenty-five. Now, excuse me.” I rose and left, leaving the remaining negotiations to Steve and Sheila.
One month later I was ready to move back into my house—our house, the one I’d share, effective immediately, with Cathy. I unlocked the door and turned off the alarm. That’s when I heard Cathy shriek. I saw why when I turned around. The entire living room was covered in red paint; it had been thrown everywhere, but first every piece of furniture had been slashed, the stuffing strewn about. The tables and lamps had been smashed. I pulled Cathy out, preserving the scene for the police. I called them with my cell and stood outside the door awaiting their arrival.
I was surprised to hear our neighbor, Mrs. Douglas, “I heard the racket, Michael. She was berserk—screaming, and swearing at the top of her lungs. I was worried for her…and for you.”
“I’d appreciate it if you’d stick around for the police, Mrs. Douglas.”
“Oh, I don’t want to get involved, Michael.”
“You already are, Mrs. Douglas…you already are.” I could hear the sirens approach. I used the time to call Sheila.
“Sheila, you need to find your client. She destroyed the house. I’m pressing charges for this and everything else. The terms were that she turn over the house in the same condition it was in when I left. One of our neighbors saw and heard her do it. I’ll survive, but I doubt that she will. Find her, Sheila, before the police do.” I hung up and turned to talk to the police.
The house was stripped to the frame, refinished, and refurnished at a cost of more than $400,000. I sued Eileen and won the full amount, the total to be deducted from the divorce settlement. She’d still have more than a million dollars, but she’d have to wait a while to be able to use it. The combined sentences for her numerous misdemeanors and felonies was pled down to a minimum of eighteen months. Cathy and I moved in less than six months prior to her release. We were married less than a week after the divorce was finalized. It was a big Irish wedding with plenty of the best booze and food. Personally, I would have been happy with the tiniest of weddings, but her mom and dad only had the one child. They were entitled to spoil her.
We had been married a year when we invited them to dinner in our “new” house. I was cutting the homemade pie for dessert when Cathy made our announcement, “How’d you like to go back to work, Dad? It seems that I’ll need some time off pretty soon. I’m pregnant and my doctor thinks it’ll be twins.”
Christopher beamed as he replied, “I’ve been hoping for exactly that for too long. It’ll be good to get away from your mother, too. She works me harder than any of our clients ever did.” He rose from his seat to hug and kiss Cathy while my mother in law hugged and kissed me. We finished with a group hug, broken only when Cathy pulled away to whisper in my ear, “I want a really big family, darling.” I pulled back just a bit, smiled, and leaned back for a wonderful deep kiss. What better way to agree completely?
I was floating on air for the next two weeks, right up until I had a phone call from Warden Jonas of the County Jail. “Hi Michael,” he began. “I’m afraid I have some disturbing information for you.”
“Good morning, Bill. What’s up?”
“I’m sure you know that there are always inmates trying to curry favor. I was approached yesterday by two of Eileen’s cellmates. Seems she’s been shooting her mouth off about getting even with you. What the hell you ever did is a mystery to me, but that’s typical of too many of our inmates. Probably one of the reasons we get so many repeat customers—nobody is ever responsible for their actions. I wanted you to know. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say.”
“Thanks, Bill; I appreciate the head’s up.” We said our good-byes and hung up. I walked up the hall to see my dad. I explained about the phone call.
“You’ll have to get Cathy out of the house and, preferably out of town until this is straightened out. I think her parents should go with her. I’d suggest you go, also, but I doubt you’d listen. Cathy is obviously much smarter than you are.”
“I’m going down to Town Hall, Dad. I’d like to discuss this with Chief Piersall.” Ten minutes later I sat in Jim’s office.
“I’m not surprised to see you, Michael. Warden Jonas called me after he spoke to you. I agree that you ought to send your wife and her family out of town. I’m going to put your ex under surveillance. I’ll have plenty of volunteers from the off-duty officers. We cops have long memories, Michael.”
I thanked the chief for his help and drove to Cathy’s office. I met with her and her dad, explaining once again about Eileen’s threats. They agreed to leave town for a few days, but Cathy wanted me to go with her. “I can’t, darling. I need to be the bait for the trap. Chief Piersall says he’ll always have two men on me so I’ll be covered. If I’m not here she’ll just wait for me to come back. It’s better if we deal with this up front and get rid of her ASAP rather than have to wait with a sword over our heads.” Cathy was reluctant, but did eventually agree, but only after making me promise to be extra careful.
The day for Eileen’s release arrived. She was one of almost a dozen inmates who had finished their time that morning, three of whom were undercover police officers assigned to shadow her. All three were from the state police and all were unknown in this area, supposedly transfers from one of the state prisons brought to our area for release. It’s almost thirty miles from the county center to our town on the north shore of Suffolk County, Long Island. There are always loafers at the bus station, but today several were members of the force disguised as bums or winos or other lowlifes. They were shooed away by uniformed officers. Everything appeared normal.
Eileen’s first stop was a hardware store where she bought several two-gallon gas cans. She walked to a nearby gas station where they were filled. Clearly, she was targeting something or someone—no doubt me. Unfortunately, the police could do nothing at this point—there’s no law against buying or possessing gasoline. I went about my normal activities, being careful not to lose my two tails—officers I knew from the PBA lawsuit, but who would be unknown to Eileen.
I half expected Eileen to strike that first day, but even though I made myself visible on the street several times nothing happened. I went home around seven to my empty house, already missing Cathy terribly. We talked on the phone for almost an hour. She was worried, but I assured her that I was safe. If only I was as sure as I had made out to her. I slept fitfully, but rose with the dawn and was off to work again. I parked in the lot and was just locking the door when I heard her about fifteen feet behind me. “Hello, Michael.”
“Oh, hello, Eileen,” I said as I tried to act surprised. I saw the gas cans open at her feet. “Don’t do it, Eileen. You can’t get away with it.”
“Who says I want to get away? You destroyed my life. I have no reason to go on,” she continued using logic that no one in their right mind could possibly believe. That’s when I saw her tip one of the cans with her foot and I realized what she was going to do. Even as the deadly liquid poured in my direction I dropped my briefcase and dove to her, grabbing her hand before she had the chance to strike the lighter. Three officers were on us in a flash, helping me to my feet and handcuffing Eileen. The fire department was called to address the problem of the spilled gas. My clothes were soaked in fuel and were removed for my safety. I stood in the street wrapped only in a blanket.
Her plans were clear—she was going to get even with me in a way only her demented mind could conceive. Eileen was going to kill herself in front of me and possibly get me, too with either fire spread by the spilled gasoline or the other can exploding and dousing me with burning fuel. She was sick, that was certain, but was she criminally insane? To qualify one could not know the difference between right and wrong at the time of the act, so probably not. Her words to me showed that not to be the case. Once everything was sorted out she was charged with attempted murder, attempted arson, and several other felonies and misdemeanors related to her violation of her probation and property damage involving the twenty or more cars in the parking lot as well as the potential danger to passers-by and nearby buildings. She was remanded to the county hospital for evaluation.
Cathy and her parents returned home that evening, none too soon as far as I was concerned. I had taken the day off, shaken by Eileen’s actions as well as mine. I had risked my life to save that of someone who clearly hated me. I had to listen to my father’s searing criticism, but that was nothing compared to the tongue-lashing from my wife who berated me for breaking my promise to be extra careful. I felt like an idiot, but Cathy, seeing my remorse, came to me out of her love and took me to bed. I spent the night snuggling up against that perfect ass, kissing her, and feeling our unborn twins move and kick. I must have told her a hundred times how much I loved her and how lucky I was to have her.
I took the rest of the week off from work and laying low, avoiding the press and the unwanted publicity. Unfortunately, the publicity was unavoidable so I decided to tackle it head on the following Monday morning. Cathy and I met with the press and local TV channels in our conference room. I thought we were finished when Dad rushed in and handed me a sheet of paper. I was saddened when I read it. “I have one final comment and then we’re done here. I’ve just learned that my ex-wife has taken her life. Somehow she managed to get her hands on a syringe and pumped several cubic centimeters of air into her veins. The efforts of the doctors were in vain as she apparently died of an embolism when the air bubbles reached her heart. We obviously had our problems, but there was a time when I loved her very much.” Cathy took my hand and we left, going to my office where I sat and cried. I no longer loved Eileen, but I didn’t hate her. I had hoped she would be able to move on with her life, but it was not to be.
I sat there for almost an hour until Cathy came and sat in my lap. She held my head and kissed me. “Michael, you did all you could. None of this is your fault. You need to put it behind you. Eileen didn’t need you, but I do and I’m going to need you for the rest of our lives. I think I know exactly what you need. C’mon, we’re going home.”
Cathy was right. She knew exactly what I needed. I sat in the boat while she piloted us through the harbor. We weren’t fishing, although that would have been great, too. We had our dinner and a supply of beer and soda. She stopped the boat about four hundred yards west of the inlet and anchored in fifteen feet of water. We lay on the front raised deck and relaxed in the sun. Cathy handed me the sunscreen and told me, “Please put this on me and put your hands where they don’t belong. When you’re done with that, please put your cock where it does belong.” I laughed…we laughed…and we moved on. We had everything we could want, a wealth of riches, and each other. What else was there?

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Best Friends Part 5 Conclusion

Part 4 was the hardest part for me to write. I knew I had to create a separation for the sake of the characters and the story but I didn’t want to separate them by anger because the real Alex and Emma had never fought or argued about anything so it didn’t make any sense to have them fight or argue in the story. Hopefully the final chapter makes sense and ties it all in together for the reader.
Looking back, it was a pretty big gamble moving back to the states after so many years but it was a gamble I was all too eager to make. There were a lot of unsure emotions going through my head at the time. Was I doing the right thing? Would I find what I was looking for when I did arrive? I knew in my heart that I was making the right decision.
Before I had left, the company I had worked for was also a global company meaning they had plants all over the world so the one I worked at was simply one of many. There had been a corporate tour group from the states that came through my plant one day. The president of the group stayed behind my area after the rest of the group carried the tour on to the next stop. He was a pretty nice guy and with both of us being Americans on foreign soil, the conversation eventually turned to him asking what brought me all the way to Australia. I was honest with him and explained that I had moved there with family several years earlier but admitted I had been strongly interested in moving back very soon. He had then explained that the company had a plant in the state that I had come from. When he told me the town, I was stunned. It was towns about fifteen minutes drive from where I grew up. He had then gave me the information on the plant and told me when I got back to look the place up and he would help me get a job there by giving me permission to use him as a reference. I couldn’t believe my luck. One day I am having anxieties over how things would work out and the next day the cards appear to be falling in all the right places like it was meant to be. My mind was now made up and I was finally leaving Oz.
When I landed in the US, I was picked up at the airport by my grandparents who were my only relatives I still had from back home that were still local. I had talked to them before leaving and they agreed to let me stay with me until I was able to establish myself with a new job and a place of my own.
After establishing a US driver’s license, I immediately looked up the company I had worked for and saw by a sign on their door that they were not hiring for production positions but they were hiring for data entry. I was qualified for that position as well so I went in and filled out an application, not expecting much but to get my foot in the door anyways. I did use the president’s name as a reference like he had offered and it worked. A week or so later I was contacted for an interview and was immediately given an office position.
I didn’t have much of a new life yet besides going to work and come home for dinner and sleep but very often I would get off work and just drive around to familiar places for me, hoping to reacquaint and hoping to maybe run into familiar faces. I would even drive by Em’s house hoping her family had still lived there but I had found out that they had moved quite some time back when I had finally gotten the nerve to just get out of my car and ring the doorbell.
I had been on the job now for a few months and was having just one of them days. It was late morning so I hadn’t fully woken up yet, not in a bad mood and not in a good mood. Just…there, but not necessarily into things that particular day. Unbeknownst to me, things were going to drastically change for me that day. Typing away, I could see through my peripherals that our office manager had come upstairs and had brought someone with him. At first I didn’t pay much attention but I could hear him talk as he made his way around the office that he was clearly showing around a new employee. Again I didn’t pay much attention to what was going on…until I heard him say her name when they got to my desk.
“Alex. This is Emma. She will be joining us starting today as our new receptionist.”
I looked up while holding out my hand to shake hers out of polite habit when you are introduced to someone. Our eyes locks and it took a second to actually register with both of us. After all these years, it was really my Em!
There was so much I wanted to say to her but I obviously couldn’t since she was preoccupied. If one was sharp enough, they could tell by the looks on our faces that there was a connection and a history between us. She smiled as she instantly recognized me too. I could see in her eyes that she was dying to talk to me as much as I was dying to talk to her. It was going to be a very long day and my mind was no longer on my work.
All I could think about was how and when I could talk to her but my mind was put at ease when late in the afternoon I suddenly had an email pop up on my computer from “emmap.” It was brief but to the point.
“Hello stranger. Meet me at the park behind the library after work.”
The library was just a couple of minutes drive away from work but I found myself not being able to get there fast enough. When I pulled up, there was just a few cars in the parking lot that overlooked the peaceful park. Her car was an early nineties model Firebird and was easy to pick out since she was still in her car when I pulled up next to her left. She wasted no time jumping out of her car very quickly and into the passenger seat of mine.
“I can’t believe it. After all this ti…”
I didn’t even get my first sentence out when she threw her arms tightly around me.
“You said you were going to write me everyday you were gone.”
“Em. I did write you all the time. I wrote you while I was on the plane. I wrote you every day after that until I started getting all of my letters sent back to me saying you weren’t at your address anymore…I eventually got one in a strange hand writing saying you hadn’t been eating or sleeping until you had finally moved on to someone else. I had even brought the letters all back with me…Em? What happened after I left?”
She was quiet as if she was wondering where to start.
“I did have trouble eating and sleeping at first because I was missing you like crazy but the birthday present you gave me got me through it in anticipation of your letters. I didn’t move on though. Not for a long time anyways when I thought I was never going to hear from you again. I don’t know who would be terrible enough to tell you such a thing.”
“Like I said, I still have the letters. Maybe you would recognize the hand writing because they didn’t bother to sign it. They said you started seeing Steve. The only Steve that came to mind was seven-minutes-in-heaven-Steve from junior high.”
She suddenly looked like she was going to be sick at the thought.
“Steve? Eww! Never in a million years would that have happened. Things did change dramatically though. A few days after you left, my dad informed me that Anna and I were being enrolled in Catholic school for the following year.”
“Catholic school? What was his reasoning behind that?
“To this day we still don’t know and he would never tell us but I believe it was because he somehow found out about the things you and I used to do.”
“Well that would explain his mood change towards me before I left.”
Not wanting to talk about her dad, I was quick to change the subject.
“So, tell me about yourself. Did you marry? Did you have any children?”
I wasn’t sure I wanted to know that either. She seemed a little uncomfortable talking about it but she finally spoke up.
“I did get married about ten years ago. He treats me OK and I have two kids, a girl and a boy. How about you? Did you ever marry? How long have you been back?”
“I have been back for a few months now. I am staying with my grandparents right now until I establish myself in a job and place of my own. After work, I still have a lot of free time on my hands so I like to drive around and see places I hadn’t seen in a long time like our neighborhood. I had been hoping that I would run into you on one of my outings but it is weird seeing familiar neighborhoods and houses but knowing that someone else is living there now. I think a lot about the times we both had growing up and I can’t help but wonder if what happened with us is now happening with two other kids now. I did eventually get married after several years but that lasted about five years before we realized we should have never been together in the first place. We divorced amicably and thankfully we never had any kids together.”
She was quiet for a moment as she listened to my back story before finally making a suggestion.
“Would you like to see some pictures?”
“Of course, I would love to.”
She seemed a little apprehensive at first but slowly pulled out her wallet while flipping her photos open. I saw her son first and noticed him to be about nine in age and looked a lot like his mom.
“Your son?”
“That would be my little guy Travis. He just turned nine back in June.”
“He’s got his momma’s looks.”
I flipped the page and came to a photo of her daughter. She looked about fifteen and the closer I looked, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something seemed a little different. I was silent as I tried to figure it out and Em had patiently watched my every facial expression to see if I would figure it out. After a minute of concentrated silence, she finally snapped me out of the trance I was in.
“She is your daughter Alex.”
I looked at Emma and then back to picture and that’s where I had finally realized what it was that seemed different to me. I had suddenly realized that I had been looking into my own eyes. It was then that I had started to cry. Emma moved in closer, held my hand, kissed me on the cheek and hugged me close.
“She is so beautiful. What is our daughter’s name?
“I named her Heidi.”
“That is a beautiful name. Does she know about me?”
“Of course, I have told her a lot about her dad. She keeps saying that she hopes she gets to finally meet you someday.”
“Looks like I have a lot to catch up on huh?”
She looked up at me as if recalling that special night so many years ago.
“I remember that last night we had together. I said to you that I wanted as much of you as I could possibly have. I woke up one morning and was a bit nauseous but I didn’t think too much about it. It got to be an everyday thing until I bought a test from the drugstore out of curiosity. It came up positive and I was happy but scared at the same time. I wanted so much to tell you and for you to be here with me while I was going through it.”
My heart sank in a matter of seconds. As she said that, I went from being happy to know that I had fathered a child with the only woman I had ever truly loved to realize that because of someone else, we were robbed of what should have been a very special moment in our lives.
“By the time I found out I was going to have a baby, my dad had already enrolled Anna and I in Catholic school so I kept that a secret from him until I was already at the school. Mom was kind of happy but dad was livid when he found out. For the first time in my life I didn’t care what he thought. I just knew I was blessed to have this connection with you.”
I kissed her on her forehead as I remembered how much I had loved her so much and why.
We talked for a long time until she informed me that she finally had to get going since her husband was probably wondering where she was at.
“It’s my first day on the job today. I will just tell him I stayed later to learn some things. Not exactly lying right?”
“I guess not.” I agreed.
The next day at work was the start of us having many, many, email conversations back and forth. On one hand I loved the conversations we had and they made the day a lot more tolerable. On the other hand there was now a sense of having limited access to a woman I had never been limited to before. She was now married and even though I hated that fact, I had no choice but to accept it because of the hand of fate we were dealt. We still had each other though which was better than nothing. In a way it was like we were spending a lot of time getting to know each other all over again. She told me a lot about our daughter and she also informed me that her parents had divorced several years ago.
Because of our email conversations, I know it put me on the borderline of being fired a few times because my supervisor would walk by in the middle of me typing. All he would have to see was her name on the screen and he would be quick to remind me about company policy. I couldn’t care less. We weren’t hurting anything or anybody and we still got our work done. As friends, the two of us had become inseparable once again.
Because of our many conversations, I had found out that her marriage was good but not entirely a happy one. They did spend a lot of time doing things apart rather than together. She would spend a lot of time with her sisters and friends while he spent a lot of time with his buddies or with his head wrapped around baseball coaching Travis’ little league.
Emma was honest with her family by sitting her husband and Heidi down to let them know that I was back and she was in contact with me. I don’t think her husband was too entirely thrilled about it but she reminded him that there was always a big possibility of it happening someday from the time she met him. Heidi on the other hand was surprised but excited that for the first time she was going to meet her real dad. Emma had arranged a meeting for us to make it official by letting Heidi and I have the time together to ease into things with as little pressure and awkwardness as possible. She had told her husband about it before hand and although he was uncomfortable with it, he accepted the reunion quietly. After our meeting, I would then meet with her whole family so that her husband and her son could finally meet me.
By this time I had already had my own place so I invited Emma and Heidi over for a nice dinner that I had prepared for them. My heart was absolutely pounding before their arrival, not knowing how Heidi would take to me.
When the doorbell rang, I paused and took a deep breath before opening the door. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. On my porch stood the two most beautiful girls I had ever seen. Emma always made my heart skip beats while Heidi stood before me standing a petite four foot ten or so and she had her mother’s thick beautiful hair. Taking a long quiet look at my daughter, I drew her close to me and hugged her tight. With tears in my eyes, I had hoped I didn’t make her uncomfortable but when I felt her hug me tightly in return, I could tell that she was just as happy to see me as I was to see her.
As we broke our hug, I acknowledged Emma with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and invited my girls inside.
“Mmm. Something smells yummy. What are you cooking us?” Asked Emma.
“Just my specialty, chicken enchiladas. Would you ladies like a beverage?”
I already knew Em was a diet coke girl. I was a little curious as to what Heidi preferred not having raised her to find out.
“Mountain Dew for me thanks.”
Yep. She’s definitely her father’s daughter. Mountain Dew is the nectar of the Gods in my longtime opinion. I wondered what other ways she took after her old man.
While dinner was in the oven, we sat in the living room and talked. I was pretty excited to get to know my daughter finally.
“Your mom tells me you are a freshman in high school now. How is that going? You have any favorite subjects?”
“I’m not an honor student or anything but I do ok. I am enjoying high school better than middle school. Less drama anyways.”
Em and I looked knowingly at each other and I could tell we were both suddenly thinking back to our own middle school days and Tonya’s party so many years ago.
“My favorite subjects are creative writing and journalism. I absolutely hate math.”
Yep, definitely her father’s daughter. Math was my worst subject too.
“What kind of things do you enjoy doing?”
I really like music, hanging out with my friends, dancing, and watching movies.”
Ahh music. More common ground that we shared. Did she inherit my taste in music?
“I love music too. Who are your favorite groups?”
“I love Gwen Stephani, the Black Eyed Peas and the Pussycat Dolls.”
Damn. Oh well. We can’t have everything in common I guess. Like all fathers and daughters we have to disagree on some things.
As the evening wore on, we talked a lot more and listened to some of Heidi’s favorite music while her mom and I broke out old photo albums to share with her. We also had many stories to share with our daughter of how we met and the things we used to do together.
As comfortable as we all were, I had excused myself to go to my bedroom and bring out a box I had kept with me for many years. Placing it on the coffee table in front of Em, she had an idea what was in the box although Heidi hadn’t a clue as we both watched Em open it with uncertainty. As she opened it up, she peered inside and immediately recognized the stacks of envelopes as all of the returned letters I had sent her so many years ago. Pulling them out, she showed them to our daughter as she explained what they were.
“You were serious. These are all the letters you wrote to me from Australia.”
“I thought you would like to finally have them after all this time. Better late than never huh?”
Reaching into the box, I pulled out the letter that explained to me that Em had moved on.
“Here is the one letter I had told you about.”
When she took it, she examined the envelope and the postmark carefully as she recognized the hand writing.
“That’s my dads writing.”
She removed the letter from the envelope and started reading as a storm of confused emotions swept her face.
“I am confused. He had always liked you, or so I thought. Why would he write such a letter? So if he knew where to send you a letter, he had kept all of these ones from me. But why?”
The why wasn’t as important to either of us the moment. That was a question best answered from the source itself when the time was ready but for now, we concentrated on enjoying each others company and reading the existing letters out loud.
Heidi seemed to genuinely enjoy the time we were all spending together that by the time Em said it was time for them to go home, it was around midnight and Em wasn’t in the mood to leave which made me feel pretty good. I could tell by her body language and facial expression that Em didn’t want to really leave either but she knew it was late. I didn’t want her to leave either.
Since our meeting, I had taken financial responsibility for my daughter, she would also spend time with me and now had her own room at my house.
I had also finally met her husband and her son Travis at one of his little league games that her husband also coached. He was friendly with me but clearly didn’t have much interest in getting to know me more. Travis on the other hand took to me pretty well. I also got to see some of Em’s family that I hadn’t seen in many years. Her twin Anna was at the game and we got a chance to talk and catch up. I had found out that she had left her husband and had two young boys. Like Em, the years had been very good to the both of them.
Also with the family was their mom who was just as warm friendly and friendly with me as she had always been while Heidi brought along a few friends of hers that she had introduced me to. The game itself was very exciting and the evening was warm and relaxing when I realized that I was happier and content than I had been in a long time.
The day is still just as fresh in my mind now as if it just happened yesterday even though it occurred about four years after we had been reunited. It was a day I saw Em in a great deal of emotional pain at work and of course that always got my attention. When I had confronted her about why she was upset, she had then told me that her husband has been having depression issues lately and has been pushing her away. They sought some medical help for him and his doctor believed him to be bi-polar. After seeing her pain and the hell it put her through, I wouldn’t wish that shit on anyone.
Almost as if she was being put through a test of strength and courage, she had also found out that her dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was a devastating blow that took a lot out of her and I would gladly absorb every bit of the pain she felt if I could.
In the many months that followed, she stuck with it as best as she could and even though she had her good days and very bad days I had always tried to be there for her to fill the void and to ease the pain. Her birthday came up and I had some nice gifts waiting for her on her desk when she got to work that morning. She loved what I did and most likely thought that was it when late morning arrived and a beautiful bouquet of flowers were delivered for her. I wasn’t trying to outdo anyone, least of all her husband. I did it because I genuinely love her, she means everything to me and she deserved it. It wasn’t until the next morning I would find out that I completely made her birthday very special. Her husband on the other hand had totally forgotten her birthday, never even acknowledged it and preferred to roll over burying his nose in a book about baseball and refused to even talk or make love to her. That wouldn’t have even happened to her if I was the one she had gone home to last night. I would have made love to her all night and as badly as I want to sexually ravish her again, that is not something I preferred to act on. I am a close friend, not a home wrecker. I knew in my mind that her marriage wasn’t going to last much longer but if it was going to end; it would be by his hands and not mine.
With summer also came our state fair. Em and I learned that Daughtry would be playing this year in support of his first album. Both of us being big fans of his as well as a mutual friend and co-worker, we all had made plans to go. Her husband by this time was officially bi-polar and was putting the family through a lot of shit. He had become obsessed with religion and he and Em spent even more time apart now than they did before his diagnosis. Mainly it was an escape for her. She told him that she was going to go to a concert that night but she of course didn’t mention that I would be with her. Only our friend Dawn would be going with her.
When we met up at the fair it was early evening. We had gone to the beer garden before the show and had a couple of drinks and socialized.
The show itself was great. We sat in the first several rows while Em had some difficulty seeing because she was five foot two. What can I say, I love short women but I helped her out by trading seats with her for a better view. When he sung “Home”, Em had been standing directly in front of me. I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her. She responded by grabbing my arms and wrapping them tighter around her while we both just lost ourselves in the song.
Daughtry put on a fantastic show and proved himself to be about the only decent American Idol to ever come off that show.
After the show, the three of us hung around and took in the carnival sights and sounds looking at all the booths. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she truly looked under all the multi colored lights. She must have noticed me looking closely at her as she returned my gaze with a smile just as beautiful as she is. The atmosphere must have been getting to her too as she suddenly slid her arm through mine and moved in as close as she could. With a contented sigh, I could tell she was more relaxed than she had been in quite a while. One thing was clear. Neither of us was in hurry to leave that night so we walked around, holding hands, and shared a funnel cake before we closed out the fair for the night.
I remember feeling a little discombobulated as we walked Dawn to her car. I didn’t recognize the parking lot we were suddenly in until I remembered that we exited from a different place than where we entered so it was no wonder I didn’t recognize the lot. As we said our goodbyes, I walked Emma to her car where the lot was clearing out fast.
We got to her Santa Fe which was parked next to a fence on the far side of the lot. Most of the cars had already cleared out in that area. She still had a hold of my hand and instead of walking to the driver’s side; she walked me around to the passenger side where we were between her car and the fence out of view from anyone else and in the dark. She stood with her back against her car and wrapped her arms around my neck once again pulling me closer into her and our lips met in a passionate kiss that neither of us was in a hurry to break. Oh how I missed the softness of her lips against mine, the taste of her tongue and the warmth of her sweet breath. There was no husband that night, just the two of us the way it used to be and I didn’t feel a damned bit guilty about it.
I broke the kiss only to set the mood by opening up her passenger door, taking her keys and slipping them into the ignition to find some mood music on the radio. “Faithfully” by Journey. Perfect!
Taking her back into my arms, we began to dance to the soft music as a peaceful calm drifted us off to a place all our own. The music played, our bodies swayed and before I knew it she had turned her body around in my arms so that her butt was grinding seductively into my groin. It didn’t take long for my cock to harden in my shorts to the point of her taking notice which of course made her grind harder against me. With one hand firmly on her hip, my other hand dropped down and was rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her shorts. I was not surprised that her crotch was damp and radiating a lot of heat.
The hand that was holding her waist had slowly moved north until I was now cupping one of her soft breasts underneath her t-shirt. When I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear, I could feel her nipple harden in my hand and her breathing was rapidly increasing until she wasn’t able to take it anymore. She broke free and turned around to face me with a look of hungry lust in her eyes. Grasping the front of my shorts, she undid the snap and the zipper pulling my shorts to the ground and freeing my very hard cock. She then undid the snap and zipper on her shorts and removed hers as well. When she smiled and turned around, she bent herself comfortably over the front seat. Feeling the damp heat of her crotch moments earlier, I already knew she was very wet and ready for entry.
I took my hard cock in hand and lined up to her tight womanhood and slid into her as deep as I could penetrate. A loud moan echoed from her lips the deeper I went and I took hold of her waist while finding the perfect rhythm for the two of us.
This was the first time Em and I actually had sex since our reunion and I was determined to make it last as long as I could because I wasn’t sure when or if it would happen again. All I knew was, being back inside of her like I was now was just like being back home where I belonged. Her muscles were gripping me tightly with each stroke.
“It’s been so long. Fuck me Alex. I miss your hard cock so much. It was always such a perfect fit.”
I knew from one of our many conversations that her being a diabetic, she had a very difficult time giving birth to her son so she had her tubes tied after having him so I knew there was no chance of me getting her pregnant. In a way I was sad about the idea of not being able to conceive another child with the woman I truly loved but at the same time I was also very grateful for the one child that we did create together.
Things were now feeling overwhelmingly good and we had been screwing for several minutes when suddenly we heard a few voices in the close distance. We had froze with my cock still deep inside of her as we hoped to figure out how close the voices were. Since Em had her head comfortably splayed across her passenger seat, I was in the best position to see where the voices were coming from since I was still standing behind Em with a better view of the rest of the parking lot. As we were both very quiet, Em’s pussy gave my cock a few tight noticeable squeezes to get my attention.
“Who is it my handsome man?”
“It’s ok. It’s just a family across the way walking to their car. They don’t even notice us.”
Once the coast was clear, we resumed fucking and if I didn’t know any better I would say that the thrill of almost being caught was a big turn on for Em. Her moans grew louder and she started bucking wildly into me until she was soon overcome with an intense orgasm that would have carried across the rest of the parking lot if she hadn’t been using the seat cushion to muffle her screams. I had kept thrusting into her during her orgasm to keep her as stimulated as possible and to increase the sensation for her.
After she came, I wasn’t far behind her. She had tightened her muscles around my cock and was causing a more intense sensation on the bottom of my shaft every time I was on the out stroke. My balls soon tightened and I had passed the point of no return. Pushing in until my pubic are was firmly pressed against her firm butt, I started to fill her with my cum in a seemingly never ending torrent since I hadn’t had sex for a while. When I had finally finished and slowly pulled out, a little of my spunk had followed the exit and dribbled onto the ground. Em had stood up and we kissed for several minutes before finally putting our clothes on and reluctantly leaving each other for the night. Not because we wanted but because it was very late and Em needed to finally get going.
In the days that followed, things at home were not improving with her husband. In fact they were getting worse. He had moved in with his parents so his mom could take care of him because he was still rejecting his family. Em had finally confessed to me that she was probably done and that she was tired of trying to make it work without success.
A week or so after the concert, we were both at work. The morning was fairly quiet but it didn’t take long for things to change. Em had received a call that led to her running out of the building in tears. Running after her, I already knew what had happened. Her father had passed away in his sleep. As we stood by her car, I took her into my arms and held her tight as she cried on my shoulder.
With her marriage and losing her dad, she was in a pretty dark place and I wanted nothing more than to pull her out of it and give her the comfort that she desperately needed. Especially when I knew her husband wasn’t going to give it to her. It was killing me to see her in the tremendous pain that she was in.
She had taken work leave for almost two weeks between the funeral and other arrangements with her dad’s estate. Work was very lonely not having her around to talk to like I always did but I was there for her nonetheless whether it was to talk to her, lend an ear, or lend a hand. Whatever she needed, I made sure I could provide it for her. We would spend our evenings talking on the phone as long as possible. On one particular conversation she had brought up her dad and one of the last conversations that they had before his passing.
“You know, I finally had a talk with dad a couple of days before he passed away.”
My curiosity was now piqued.
“Oh?”
I asked him about the letter and the whole catholic school thing.”
“What did he tell you?”
He didn’t want to say anything but I made him tell me. Apparently he had an idea that you and I were having sex. He had heard us early one morning when you walked me home and immediately thought the worst although he didn’t want to come out and talk to me about it. He talked to mom and he also talked to your parents but was met with mixed opinions. My dad and your mom were the only ones that were against our being together sexually. My mom and your dad were reasonable ok with.”
“I still don’t understand why they didn’t feel like they could come and talk to us if they had issues with it.”
“He had also confessed to me that your move to Australia and my enrollment in catholic school were orchestrated to separate us for good. My dad and your mom planned the whole thing.”
I was stunned. After all these years, the truth finally came out. I was livid that these two individuals had bitterly robbed us because they were too blind to understand what she and I had together. Hate and grudges were tempting but not an option. They may have robbed us of the life we could have had together, but we were back and still just as close as we were when I left. If anything, we proved that true love can never be permanently separated.
It took some time but once the dust had settled, her dads house had finally sold and the sisters were able to get back to some semblance of normal now that they had time to grieve and say goodbye in their own ways.
Em had made one last ditch effort to save her marriage by agreeing to go to a church marriage counselor at her husband’s request. The first visit went better than she had expected with the counselor backing her up saying that her husband needed to put more effort into courting his wife back into his life. As good an idea as that may have been, I couldn’t imagine him wanting to put that kind of effort into saving anything much less his marriage. As far as Em was concerned it was too little too late. Deep down in her heart, she knew it and even her kids knew it was over.
It was about eleven thirty at night when my cell phone on my night stand rang. I hadn’t been asleep long but I blindly reached for it and saw it was Em when I looked at the display.
“Hey beautiful, what’s going on?”
By the sounds I was hearing, it was obvious that she had been crying before I heard her speak.
“Em. What’s wrong? Where are you at?”
Through her tear choked voice, she finally answered.
“I am at home. Just having a hot bath.”
Is everything OK? You don’t normally call me this late. Not that I am complaining or anything. I always love to hear your voice no matter the time of day.”
I could hear her smile a little bit through the phone.
“I’m OK…I am doing it Alex”
A million thing could have gone through my head at that point and I am pretty sure I knew exactly what she was talking about. I just needed to hear her say it.
“What exactly are you doing Em?”
“I am leaving Chuck. I can’t do it anymore Alex.”
I wasn’t sure what to say or how to respond to that without sounding overjoyed when she was obviously hurting. I said the only thing I could think at that moment.
“I am proud of you babe. You deserve a hell of a lot better than what he has been handing you. Have you told him yet?”
“Not yet. He is still living with his mom and dad. We rarely talk anymore.”
“Do you have a plan yet?”
“Not yet. I just decided it tonight. I was going to talk to my sister and see if she would let the kids and I stay with her until I could figure things out.”
“That’s not necessary you know?”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because you have a safe haven here. You always have, you know that. I have plenty of room for all three of you. If you are interested anyway? Heidi already has a room here anyways.”
She grew quiet as she was obviously contemplating my offer.
“You always were so good to me.”
“We always were good to each other. And we were also always there for each other.”
“That’s true.” she agreed.
“If you are absolutely sure this is what you want to do, just say the word. I will help pack you up.”
There was more silence before she finally spoke.
“I love you Alex. I always have and always will.”
“I love you too baby. I never stopped.”
The next day was a Saturday and as it so happened, Chuck was off halfway across the state on a family camping trip which worked out perfect since he wouldn’t be in our hair. I had rented a U Haul so we were able to get everything her and the kids wanted in one trip. It only took about half the day so by days end, I treated us to a nice dinner for the hard work.
The day itself had been somewhat hot and humid so with some air conditioning, we worked late unpacking and getting everybody settled in. The kids had crashed in their rooms about eleven while Em and I turned in about midnight where we both fell asleep rather quickly from a long exhausting day.
Having Em in bed with me once again after all these years was an incredible feeing. Knowing neither of us had to wake up in the early morning hours so I could quietly walk her back to her house across the street was an even better feeling.
About three o’clock in the morning, I opened my eyes to the sound of a loud thunder storm in progress. No longer seven years old, I laid in bed peacefully enjoying the sounds when I felt Em snuggle closer to me laying her head on my shoulder and draping her arm across my chest. I reciprocated by putting my arm around her to hold her close. When I heard her soft contented breathing, one thing was for certain. Neither of us were seven anymore. What used to bring us fear now only brought us calm in a very familiar way.
I had long been in the habit of sleeping in the buff. Not only was it much more comfortable but on a warm evening like what we had, it was also cooler. Em apparently had the same mindset as I was enjoying the feel of her soft bare skin pressed to mine.
I was not surprised when I felt her hand slide down my chest and softly fondle my balls. In the dark, we were facing each other as her hand roamed my body. When a brilliant flash of lightning lit up the room, we discovered that we were both smiling at each other obviously remembering and ready to recreate that same stormy night so many years ago.
As Em took my cock into her hand, we could both feel it harden in her hand as she gently stroked me. Pressing my lips to hers, I kissed her deeply while I fondled one of her breasts and she moaned softly as her nipple hardened in my hand.
Craving more of each other, we broke our kiss and re-positioned ourselves into a 69 position. Em took my cock in hand giving it a series of seductive licks before taking the fist couple of inches into her mouth. With her delectable pussy just in front of my face, I was more than ready to taste her sweet juices that were already starting to leak from her honey hole. My lips completely covered her womanhood as if I was passionately kissing her but I used the opportunity to drink up her secreting fluids by swabbing her lips and slit with my tongue before poking into her wet opening. At the same time, my thumb had found her clit and was gently massaging it.
Her hot lips slid slowly down the length of my hard shaft creating the most amazing sensations enhanced when her tongue would swirl around the head of my cock and teasing my frenulum. When the head of my cock would reach the back of her throat, I was sucking on her clit creating a humming sound that sent a vibrating pulse through her love button that had her cumming onto my tongue.
When Em gained her breath, she swung around and climbed on top of me. With a hungry look in her eyes, she took hold of my cock, lined the head up to her wet opening and sat slowly down until I was completely inside of her. As she started a grind, I began a thrust until we found a beautiful rhythm.
Outside the storm was still raging but was showing signs of settling while an occasional flash of lightning would illuminate the naked beauty riding me into the night. He pussy muscles would grip me tight on each upstroke while my hands fondled her bare breasts.
Switching positions, I held her by her ass and turned us over where she was now laying on her back with her head resting on the pillows. Her legs splayed open exposing her beautiful open pussy for my taking. As I moved between her legs, I took my hard cock in my hand and slid inside of her as far as I could go.
Lightning illuminated the room to show me her head tilted back with a look of ecstasy washing her face.
As I thrusted into her, I reached down and massaged her clit once again with the pad of my thumb while her legs draped over my shoulders.
Lightning flashed once again and I was overcome by the sudden sight of her breasts swaying back and forth, up and down with each thrust.
As her muscles squeezed me tight, I was now over the edge. My balls tightened and the head of my cock inflated inside of my lover and I filled her with spurt after spurt full of my creamy seed.
When we finished, I collapsed by her side holding her face in my hands and kissing her deep while we drifted off back to sleep with the rumbling storm now in the far off distance. We were no longer seven but two people who were still very much in love.
Chuck was certainly not happy that Emma had filed for divorce and showed it by trying to make things very difficult every step of the way which both angered and confused me. He spent so much time pushing her away and now that she has moved on he has now realized that she’s no longer going to be there waiting for him to get his collective shit together. I guess that’s what happens when you take things for granted. With Chuck’s logic, she was only worth fighting for now but not when she was still with him putting up with all of his shit. He was too stupid to realize that if he had put that much effort into his marriage he would probably still be married to her.
Em’s divorce became final about four months after she filed. Em and I married a year later in a nice beach side ceremony surrounded by close friends and family. As I placed the ring on her finger, I leaned in and whispered softly to her;
“I told you I would be back to give you the real thing.”

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